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[reiding-writing]

Hey Red! I really enjoyed all of your writings especially because I am also a sucker for angst and hurt/comfort fic. Anyway, can I request fic about post-prison Spencer x reader (romantic) where the reader is the one who distanced herself from Spencer because after the first time Spencer released from prison, he doesn't want to touch anyone? Bet he'll be so heartbroken and thinking that she's over their relationship. Thank you! Sorry if it's too specific ❤️

distance [ s.r ]

Spencer makes a show of physically distancing himself from his teammates after he returns from prison, and in trying to abide by that boundary you accidentally misread his intentions

WARNINGS: miscommunication, established relationship

pairing: post-prison!spencer x gn!reader

genre: ANGST, hurt/comfort, happy ending

wc: 1.6k

masterlist!!

a/n: gave this one a happy ending as an apology for transgression-

You waited for 84 days to see him again; And yet now he’s stood here in front of you you can’t even bring yourself to speak to him.

He’s thinner than you remember. His cheekbones show more prominently. He has stubble lining his chin. His hair is more unruly. His eyes don’t shine anymore.

Spencer changed in those 84 days, and the second you caught his eyes a hairline fracture formed in your heart.

Gone was the Spencer who would light up at the most insignificant thing. Gone was the Spencer who would look at you with those sweet innocent eyes that would make you weak at the knees. Gone was the Spencer who would link his pinky finger in yours so that he could anchor himself to you no matter where you were.

Gone was the Spencer you knew.

Your Spencer didn’t exist anymore.

You watched as he swerved a hug from Morgan as he entered the office, clasping both of his hands behind his back with an awkward smile as he walked through the bullpen towards you were standing in front of his desk, eerily resembling the 23 year old Spencer who avoided everyone like they had the plague.

“Hey Spence…” Your voice is a lot more breathless than you thought it’d be, only amplified as you look into those gorgeous hazel eyes that you’d dreamed about being able to look into again for the past three months. “..How are you?”

It’s a completely unnecessary question Spencer thinks, it makes it sound like you’re just his co-worker and not the love of his life.

“I’m alright…” His eyebrows twitch when you take a few steps away from his desk as he nears you, like you can’t bear to be too close.

Then again, he probably looks like hell, so he can’t entirely blame you.

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

“That’s good,” You press your lips into a line, nodding softly with your eyes flickering everywhere except his face. He’d been gone for 84 days, but you were treating him like you’d never met.

“I’m gonna go make some coffee-” You point lamely towards the kitchenette with your thumb, sliding past him to walk towards it as he watched you leave, eyes burning into the back of your head.

It was a weird feeling to say the least. You were ecstatic that he was home, that you could finally see his beautiful face again and know that he wasn’t suffering in a prison cell. But you weren’t sure how to express that. Whether you should express that.

You fumble with the coffee machine as you lose yourself in your thoughts. Everything about Spencer’s body language when he entered the office told you he wanted space, and you wanted to respect that.

You understood that he’d definitely been through a lot over the past few months and that he wanted time to collect himself before he let anybody else back in; But the way he looked at you when you moved away from him made you unsure. Did he want to be left alone? Did he actually want you to suffocate him with a hug like you were originally planning on doing?

You weren’t sure. And that was the worst part, because depending on which option you chose you could unintentionally swerve things into being worse than they already were.

You chose the safe option. Let him come to you. Leave him be and allow him to choose what he wanted.

He didn’t approach you for a few days, and you figured that meant your decision was correct, that he truly did just want some space to gain his bearings again and allow himself the downtime to focus on himself before anyone else.

You were wrong.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Spencer caught you right as you left the office, stood in the middle of the hallway leading to the elevator with an exhausted expression on your face after working for almost 10 straight hours.

You do nothing more than blink in his direction at his question, exhaustion morphing into confusion once your eyes catch him expression.

You could see his own tiredness echoed through the bags forming under his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped at his sides, but you could also see a flicker of hurt floating around in his gaze, seemingly amplified under the white florescents as if to torture you.

“I’m- not avoiding you Spencer,”

“Yes you are.” His tone is rigid, a stark difference from the soft and whispered tone you’d grown used to with him. It felt like having a bucket of ice water poured over your head, and as if to physically acknowledge that feeling, a shudder ran its way up your spine and into the base of your skull. “Every time I’m within ten feet of you, you make an excuse to leave.”

You can’t really argue with him there. You had been keeping your distance. But only because you thought that’s what Spencer wanted.

“Do you not love me anymore? Is that it? Am I too broken for you now?”

“What- No-” Your confusion turns into shock at his accusations, and you immediately shake your head in denial.

“Then why are you treating me like a stranger you’ve never met?” His tone borders between angry and upset, and you can see the start of tears forming in his eyes as he stares at you like you’d just ripped up a first-edition copy of his favourite book.

“I waited for the day i’d finally be able to see you again and now you’re acting like I never existed in your mind at all.” You can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to stop it from cracking under his emotions.

“Spence-”

“Have you moved on? You found someone better for you right?”

“Spencer-”

“I hope he makes you happy-”

He barely has time to get out the last sentence as you give a sharp tug on his tie and pull his face down to yours, effectively silencing all of his insecurities with a kiss. It’s soft but firm, and slightly salty. He must’ve started crying.

“I love you Spencer.” Your words hold no room for debate as your lips part from his, connection maintained through the way your foreheads press together.

“But you- Why did you- I thought…” His mind seems to run a thousand miles a minute as he stares at you, finally close enough to see the details of your face that nobody else had the privilege to know. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore…”

“Spence…” You shake your head as it rests against his, a firm denial of his doubt in your complete and utter adoration of him.

“But you kept moving away from me whenever i’d try to come over to you,” He speaks through stuttered breaths, his eyes squeezed shut to hopefully stop the tears that assault his cheeks, running hot down his skin and pooling underneath the curve of his chin.

“I just thought you wanted space baby,” Your thumbs move deftly over his cheeks, wiping away the streaks of tears and taking Spencer’s insecurity with them. “I saw you dodging everyone’s advances and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,”

“I don’t want space from you,” When he opens his eyes again, they’re big, round, and still glistening with the moisture of his tears. But most of all they’re filled with nothing but pure affection for you. “I never want space from you…”

You sure that if you keep eye contact with him for much longer that you’ll start crying yourself, so you redirect his head to lie against your shoulder as you wrap your arms tight around his torso.

“I missed you…” His voice is so quiet that if you weren’t holding him in your arms you wouldn’t have heard it.

“I missed you too Spence,” Your head rests against his, you hand rubbing soft lines up and down his spine over his shirt as he soaks in all the affection he’s missed over the last three months.

“Can I stay at yours tonight? Please?” His gaze is enough of a ‘please’ in itself, but the way his voice drops to almost a whisper when he adds the plea onto the end of his question makes it impossible for you to deny him. Although it’s not like you were going to in the first place.

“Of course you can Spence,” You place a kiss to his left temple as you carefully break the hug, taking his hand in yours to lead him to the elevator. “Lets go home,”

[brielledoesastrology]

Astrology Observation #5

by : Brielledoesastrology (tumblr)

finally another quite long astrology observation post that i havent made in like 1 year maybe.... Also happy halloween guys 🎃✨

- Brielle

Pisces mars really gotta be careful. I am being for real. These people have a really hard time realizing or knowing who their enemies are and who aren't. Most of them also can have anger or emotional breakdowns for things that they imagine themself or things that aren't even real. These are the type of people that suddenly hate you for no actual reason. This placement is the definition of "sometimes delulu is not always the selulu." They are also the type of people to start a whole drama or fight first because of their own delusions that aren't even real and then end up blaming other people.

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Asteroid Klio (84) is such an underrated huge fame indicator/potential asteroid that people rarely talk about here in this community. This is the type of fame that is until history, the type of fame that makes someone a historical figure, or at least remembered in history.

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I noticed a lot of pluto in the 7th house people enjoy admiring other people from social media. Sometimes they also enjoy following social media trends from following other people too especially stuff relating to skin care or makeup or anything else that they will think to give them that "glow up". (These types of influence will be stronger if the pluto is aspecting venus too). On the other hand if they aren't admiring they could easily be jealous or envying those people who they think that looks or are doing better than themself. Or They could easily attract jealousy or envy from other people too (beware of attracting people that drains u)

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I've seen asteroid toro (1685) being prominent in the astrology natal charts of a lot of people that are bullies or being bullied or being accused of bullying. The asteroid was not named after a mythological figure but a person, but it really resonates with its Spanish meaning. "Toro" is "bull" in spanish. Usually if they aren't being bullied or a bully they usually have this intimidating look to people.

example of people who have asteroid toro (1685) prominent in their chart :

- Rihanna has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mars (0 orb)

(accused of being a mean girl)

- Kim Garam has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mercury (0 orb)

(accused of bullying)

- Cardi B has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mercury (1 orb)

(accused of being a mean girl)

- Hailey Bieber has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her midheaven (1 orb)

( the public always accuses her of bullying or being a mean girl even for the pettiest reason )

- Marilyn Monroe has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her sun (2 orb)

(From early on, Monroe was reputed to be difficult: bullied by misogynistic directors, and frustrated at her lack of control, she was cited as debilitatingly late and forgetful. Zanuck suspended Monroe in 1954 when she frustratedly refused yet another pin-up role)

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I noticed most people with mars in gemini use the "spread rumors" (either fake or real ones) tactics for revenge or if they feel offended by something or someone. I am not surprised since gemini is ruled by mercury and mercury represents "communications" in general. But it works differently than virgo.

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Mars in virgo revenge tactics are more into gathering proofs or receipts (either fake or real ones) then making it very detailed and very specific compared to mars in gemini .

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I noticed both of the top male n female rappers in the rap game got asteroid hannibal (2152) prominent in their chart. Especially strongly aspecting mercury and 3rd house placements.

- Nicki minaj have asteroid hannibal (2152) conjunct her mercury and conjunct her neptune on sagittarius all on 0 orb.

- Eminem have asteroid hannibal (2152) conjunct his moon in aquarious in 1 orb in the 3rd house.

(for a context the asteroid hannibal is named after hannibal barca which he was the no.1 most greatest and most feared enemy of the roman empire)

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I see so many people with Gemini moons really don't have a problem posting their emotions in social media publicly so all people can see. I also saw most of these people are very bad at keeping things privately to themselves. They can't really "cry or suffer in private" usually most of the time because of their own behavior.

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Scorpio placements are not always private or very introverted like what most people say about the sign. I have seen many scorpio placements who just say what they think bluntly n they don't care if other people think that it is too deep or dark or offensive.

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Fun fact : Did you know that the name asteroid Swift (5035) exactly conjunct taylor swift's sun in her astrology natal chart! Name asteroids r really interesting!!!!

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This is controversial to say, but i have to say it. Not all women or girls who have lilith (1181) or black moon lilith (h13) prominent in their charts are a "girls girl / supporting each other women" or a "feminist". It is because most people with Black moon lilith (h13) or asteroid lilith (1181) have at least ever experienced a very long phase of their life of being cast out of a social group (well obviously this can be done by both genders either males or females social groups casting them out ).

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But most of the time i see that for the Women or Girls who have Black moon lilith (h13) or asteroid lilith (1181) prominent in their chart have ever been at least ever experienced a very long phase of their life of being casted out by a social group of their female friends (most of the time because their female friends did something terrible/bad to them that leads the h13 lilith/1181 lilith women or girl being or feeling casted out from their group). This could lead to internalized misogyny about their feelings of women if they grew up without fixing this issue.

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This is weird but i have seen many many many men who have venus - pluto in square,opposition or even conjunctions ended up being incels.

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[thesunfyre4446]

84 years ago i've promised an alicent and rhaenyra post, and i've finally got around into making it.

so book!rhaenyra and alicent is not that complicated. alicent was fine with rhaenyra when she thought that viserys will name their firstborn son heir, and when that wasn't the case they started beefing & despised each other.

the show's decision of making them former friends is actually a good choice. it adds depth and tragedy into their relationship & makes the entire conflict more personal. instead of the stepmother x stepdaughter dynamic we get 2 childhood friends, destined to become enemies.

young!rhaenyra and alicent arc was actually really good. alicent got married to viserys and tried to mend her relationship with an angry rhaenyra. and just when things were getting better the realization that things can never go back to the way they were & they were destined to become enemies = alicent becoming the green queen & the rivalry truly begins.

and that's where... thing got... messy

because in ep 6 we see alicent and rhaenyra fighting. they seem to hate each other & constantly trying to undermine each other. then we get to ep 7 & driftmark, and we all expected that from that moment on we will get book!alicent and rhaenyra rivalry and hatred. but no? all of the sudden, one dinner and they're friends again?

i'm sorry... what?

and then alicent refuses to hurt rhaenyra and her family, rhaenyra's crying over a piece of paper (i was with daemon going "the fuck is this") rhaenyra shocked over alicent's betrayal & both women do not want to hurt each other.

so, you're telling me that after driftmark - after rhaenyra wanted to have alicent's maimed son tortured & tried to get alicent accused of high treason and after alicent demanded luke's eye these women feel anything but hatred towards each other?

you're telling me that alicent - who has spent the entire show believing that her children's lives will be in danger if rhaenyra became queen suddenly goes "you'll make a good queen" (again, i was with otto giving her the side-eye because GURL) one dinner is apparently all it takes to fix 20 years of rivalry and hatred?

and that's the problem. the show doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference between "friendship" and "relationship". rhaenyra and alicent's relationship can still be the center of the show even if they are enemies. even if they're no longer friends. look at magnificent century, hurrem and mahidevran's rivalry is the center of the show & it's very clear that these two women were forced into becoming enemies and that the real villain is the sultan.

hotd wants to force the "friendship" narrative on the show, but they still have to stick to certain book canon events, so it comes off very forced and unnatural. they're unwilling to let these 2 women become enemies, so they take their agency and give it to otto and daemon. otto and daemon are the ones who want war, rhaenyra and alicent just want to go back into being friends :( look at this page from ep 1 that you've prob forgotten all about!

they literally have to sacrifice their agency. because alicent being the leader of the green council & rhaenyra being the one wanting to go to war against the people who took away the crown she was promised doesn't fit the "friendship" narrative. so let's make alicent unaware of everything & rhaenyra doesn't even want to go to war :( it's all daemon and otto and the eViL mEn. it's honestly such a disservice to their characters. they're stripped of their ambition and agency for the sake of forcing their "friendship".

and the thing that truly made me lose hope is ryan saying that "there's still hope".

my dude.

from the first moment we see the girl. from that first scene where they're sitting under the tree - there was no hope. there was never hope. they're doomed.

[exhuastedpigeon]

I've had a Steve Harrington-centric, slow burn, Steddie, with a heavy does of Steve & the party and platonic stobin, platonic stonathan, platonic stancy kicking around for awhile and I finally started it.

AU where Steve is the same age as Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, etc. Everything else is the same except Steve is still in high school in S4 and the Byers don’t leave Hawkins. 

Steve Harrington’s guide to surviving your senior year after the weirdest summer of your life. 

The thing is, once you’ve survived a few near death experiences at the hands of both literal monsters and human monsters, your senior year of high school doesn’t feel that important. Steve had somehow managed to trudge through his junior year after, well, everything that happened in the fall of ‘84, had managed to pass all of his classes even through the concussion fog that was November of that year. That alone felt like a mi. 

By the summer of ‘85, Steve had been more than ready to move on from the nightmares of his junior year. But then Starcourt and Russians and Billy Hargrove being gored in front of them happened and he had a whole new set trauma to process. Lucky for him, he once again had a gaggle of nerds, dorks, and dweebs to help get through it. Two of the aforementioned (hell yeah SAT word) nerds were currently in his BMW on their way to the first day of school. A first day that, for some reason, Steve was excited for. 

“Sure you aren’t embarrassed to be seen pulling up to school with us, your highness,” Robin pokes his shoulder from her spot on the passenger seat. She had practically tripped into the car, all long limbs, talking a mile a minute. She hadn’t even stopped talking when Dustin, pouting, got into the back seat. 

Steve rolled his eyes, “I think I’ll survive.”

“Will you sit with us at lunch?”

“What period do you have lunch, twerp?”

“Fourth.”

“Then it’s your lucky day Henderson,” Steve grinned as he whipped into the parking lot, snagging the spot next to Byers, well Byers plural now. 

Jonathan and Will were still in their car, having what looked like a serious conversation. Steve didn’t see Nancy, which probably meant Karen Wheeler had insisted on driving her and Mike for their first day. She had done the same thing last year. 

Instead of doing the polite thing, which would have been to wait until the Byers brothers were done talking and getting out of the car, Steve did the fun thing. He threw himself on the hood of Jonathan’s hunk of junk car and made a dramatic showing of rolling across it, landing gracefully on his feet on the driver’s side. 

“Morning Byers,” Steve grinned, opening Jonathan’s door, “and little Byers.”

“What the fuck, Steve,” Jonathan climbed out of the car with a laugh, accepting Steve’s handshake turned hug, “It’s 7:30 in the morning.”

[judgementdaysunshine]

☀️ + star wars + only one bed

I HAVE BEEN WAITING 84 YEARS 🥺

Han

He may seem sarcastic and cocky a lot of the time but when he saw the big and only bed in the room you could see his bravado instantly wipe away

After standing across from each other quiet and staring at the floor or wall he speaks up saying that you could share it just being careful of how close you would be

He made sure to face away from you with his face burning and bright red while you laid quietly waiting for him to throw in the towel and ask for a separate room

Soon after you fell asleep you accidentally turned and brushed your hand against his back making him freeze before carefully turning around looking at you

He gently fixes a part of your shirt that was messed up and moved a hair behind your ear before finally wrapping his arms around you and spooning you with your back to his chest for the rest of the night

You nearly fell off the bed when you woke up to find yourself wrapped in his arms with your head on his chest and his chin on top of your head but soon as you slowly calmed your racing heart you actually grew to like the warm feeling of being wrapped against him and fell back asleep to his warmth encasing you

Luke

He would be hiding his very beet red face in his hands while you offer to take the floor but he immediately grabs your shoulders telling you that you're taking the bed and he will take the floor

He will be determined to stay on the floor even when it is cold while you look at him wanting him to get in the bed until finally he looks at you getting up taking the blanket over him and putting him in the bed

He would be confused due to him being half asleep but soon falls asleep holding you to him holding his hand the rest of the night feeling comfort and love in the domestic moment

He would wake up for a minute smiling at you asleep on his chest moving a small strand of hair away from your face

When you both wake up you both go red staring at each other until you just moved hair away from his face pressing a kiss to his nose making him smile and turn even redder making you giggle

The two of you talk and lay beside each other even laying on top of him while talking and he doesn't mind just rubbing your back occasionally as you both fall back asleep to each other's warmth

Obi wan

He would immediately offer you the bed going for the couch wanting to make you feel comfortable and safe

He sleeps for 2 hours until you gently wake him telling him to get in the bed beside you realizing that you haven't slept a lot thinking and hesitating followed by him laying beside you in bed

Slowly you both fell asleep with your backs together but soon you woke up slowly tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around him with your face in the crook of his neck falling back asleep not knowing he had woken up not too long before you but pretended to be sleeping when he noticed you moving

He gently ran his hand over your hair until he fell asleep with a few strands tucked snug and loosely in his fingers with the other hand on your waist

The two of you woke up seeing each other at first both of you turned pink but then smiled and laughed just holding each other more leading to you telling each other how you felt

Soon sharing a bed became a secret and then lifelong habit that you shared together from that moment on

Poe

He may act like a big flirt but when he saw that big bed and didn't see another one he nearly lost the ability to breathe and his eyes popped out of his head

He would grab a pillow and blanket going to the other room but when you asked him to stay and sleep in the bed with you he reluctantly agreed making sure not to make you feel uncomfortable

Soon whether it was one or both of you at the same time you both slowly entangled your legs together with his hand on the back of your head and on your back while you tucked your face in the crook of his neck while you had one arm wrapped around his waist and the other around his shoulders falling asleep after

You woke you with your head tucked under his chin smiling as you listen to his slow breathing and fall back asleep to his warmth

The two of you wake up later on in each other's arms laying under the covers until you get breakfast and eat together in the room

Finn

He nearly fell on the floor only seeing one big bed instead of two smaller beds immediately offering to sleep on the floor or the couch in the other room

Soon after talking to you both end up changing in your sleep clothes and getting on your sides talking until you both fell asleep

During the night you woke up finding him leaned beside the window with his eyes red and tears flowing immediately sitting in front of him just gently talking

You open your arms and he latches onto you in a much needed hug soon pulling him back in bed with you letting him calm down slowly both of you falling back asleep after he gently kisses you

The two of you woke up the next morning learning the nightmare was about the first order and that they had taken you and harmed you not specifying what harmed meant but you knew he meant more than a couple of cuts and bruises

You both lay back down just holding each other sharing another kiss and making things official smiling as you hold each other

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 25: Christmas Day Traditions & Activities

Tags: Pre-Relationship Steddie, Christmas Morning, Christmas Fluff, Supportive Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson Is A Sweetheart,

wc: 1488 | Rating: G

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It’s not that Steve likes to be alone on Christmas.

He doesn’t think anyone likes to be alone on Christmas — let alone someone who aspires to be a father to six little nuggets one day.

But he has a hard time taking his friends up on their offers to host him for Christmas. Doesn’t want to feel like a burden or impose on anyone’s traditions.

He’s tried in the past — joining the Hendersons in ’84 and Robin basically held him hostage in ’85, refusing to let him wallow alone in his house like some Grinch (her words not his).

No matter how accommodating the Hendersons and Buckleys were or how many times Dustin and Robin assured him that he wasn’t imposing, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t belong. The cold weight in his gut and the nagging voice in his head telling him if his parents didn’t want him why would anyone else?

(He should probably go to therapy to get that checked out.)

It’s fine though, because Steve’s curated his own Christmas traditions now.

He wakes up whenever he wants to — usually still early because his body has never adjusted to the fact that it no longer needs to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to train — and makes himself an omelet or two. Then he moves into the living room and opens the gift Robin always leaves behind for him because she refuses to let him open something on Christmas.

After making his “Merry Christmas” calls and assuring Robin and Dustin that he’s fine and no, he doesn’t want to come over, he heats up the homemade casserole Ms. Henderson makes Dustin deliver by bike on the 23rd and settles down on the couch to watch this year’s Christmas Day basketball games.

It’s not much, but it works for Steve.

At least, it did until this year when Eddie threw a literal wrench in his plans by coaxing him into coming over because his car wouldn’t start and he had to pick Wayne up from a last-minute shift at the factory.

Honestly, Steve should have known it was a trap the minute he mentioned Wayne working a Christmas morning shift. Wayne and him aren’t close by any means, but he knows there’s no way Eddie’s Uncle would work on Christmas day and leave him home alone. He actually has good parenting habits, unlike some people in his life.

Still, the phone call came at six in the morning and Steve was too dizzy with sleep to question his motives until he pulled up at the Munsons to find both cars parked in their usual spots.

He doesn’t even have time to make a quick escape because Eddie’s perched on the worn sofa outside watching him.

“Took you long enough,” Eddie teases, sauntering over to Steve.

“From the looks of it you didn’t even need my help,” Steve sasses back as he gets out of the car. “Isn’t that Wayne’s car?”

Eddie glances in the direction Steve points as if he isn’t aware of the pickup truck. “Huh, guess it is. Must have been a dream I was having or something.”

“Or, something. Right,” Steve snorts, shaking his head.

“Well,” Eddie claps his hands together startling Steve. “Since we don’t actually need your help and you’re already here, you should stay for breakfast.”

“That’s okay, Eddie. I don’t—“

“Ah, ah, ah,” Eddie tuts. “You’re not bailing on me now, Stevie. Wayne’s in there whipping up his famous Christmas morning breakfast. You haven’t lived until you’ve tried his French toast casserole.”

Arguing with Eddie is worse than arguing with Dustin, so Steve saves his energy and agrees to stay for breakfast. He apologizes profusely to Wayne for the intrusion, earning a gruff “nonsense boy, you’re always welcome here,” several times before Wayne finally swats him with the spatula and insists he shut up or else.

The casserole is as delicious as Eddie made it out to be. Not that Steve was skeptical of Wayne’s ability to cook. He’s been over for chili nights and eaten Wayne’s perfectly cooked and fresh fish after the fishing trip Eddie also tricked Steve into attending.

With a full belly and Eddie’s demand met, he’s planning on heading out when he spots the mountain of dishes in the small sink. His parents may not have raised him to be kind and thoughtful, but it's the man he’s become so he hikes up the sleeves on his maroon sweater and gets to work cleaning the dishes even though both Wayne and Eddie shout at him that there’s “no chores on Christmas.” When they both offer to help, Steve throws “no chores on Christmas” back in their faces and shoos them out of the kitchen with a smile and lots of gruff laughter. 

He’s almost finished with the washing when the snow starts to fall. Not cute little snowflakes like in the movies. Oh no. Big ass sheets of snow dropping faster and faster as the seconds tick by.

Christ.

“Snowin’ mighty bad out there,” Wayne whistles, coming inside from the smoke break he insisted on taking outside. Kicking off his boots, he walks over to Steve and claps a hand on his shoulder. “‘Fraid you ain’t going anywhere.”

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” Steve says, throwing the dish towel over his other shoulder as he peers out the window. Who is he kidding? There’s no way the beemer is going to make it three feet in this weather let alone the two and a half miles to his house.

“You’ve got to be kidding, Steve!” Eddie shouts, from his spot on the couch. “If I let you leave in this weather and something happens, Henderson and Buckley will literally have my head on a stake. You’re staying and that’s final.”

He turns, expecting to find Wayne ready to object to Eddie’s theatrics but what he finds instead is the gruff man nodding his head in agreement.

“Guess m’staying then.”

Steve’s no stranger to surprises, but he’s downright perplexed when Wayne announces that it’s time to watch the Knicks game and Eddie doesn’t balk or go on some long-winded rant about how sports and Christmas don’t go together. Instead, he watches as Eddie nods and curls up on the sofa while Wayne settles in on the recliner.

“Hold on,” Steve says, waving his hands in the air to get their attention. “You, Eddie Munson, are going to watch basketball without complaining?”

“S’our Christmas tradition,” Wayne says.

“Unfortunately,” Eddie mumbles which earns him a pillow to the face curtesy of Wayne. “Hey!”

Wayne chuckles, shaking his head before shifting his attention back to Steve. “First Christmas I had Eddie, the boy was so upset after openin’ his gifts ‘cause he didn’t have nothin’ for me. Told him not to worry, just wanted him to watch the game with me. S’been a tradition ever since.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something when Eddie chimes in cutting him off.

“If you’re going to call me a hypocrite, save it.” “I wasn’t going to,” Steve says, holding his hands up in surrender. Crossing the room, he takes a seat on the sofa with Eddie, leaving the middle cushion open. “Actually, I was going to say watching the game is my Christmas tradition too.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. “Maybe it could be our tradition now. Wayne, me, you. I mean, I might not know what the hell is going on, but Wayne knows lots of fun stats he loves to share.” “Watch yourself, boy,” Wayne scolds with no bite. “S’you who never shuts up during the game. Always narrating made-up things while they play.”

“You know you love it!” Eddie defends, flipping Wayne off. After he turns his attention back to Steve, “M’sure watching with us will be better than watching alone, right?”

It’s presumptuous is what it is.

The thought of Steve coming over to the Munsons year after year to watch the basketball game. Cheer on teams and criticize plays with Wayne, listen to Eddie’s improv commentary. As if they want him crashing their traditions forever.

But something about the offer warms the usual Christmas day ache in his gut.

The truth is Steve doesn’t feel like a burden when he’s here with Wayne and Steve. He doesn’t feel like an awkward third wheel or like he’s a fly on the wall, listening to inside jokes and not understanding them.

He feels like an equal.

Like he belongs.

And what a wonderful feeling that is.

Maybe he won’t always spend Christmas with Wayne and Eddie and whatever NBA teams are playing, but today he will.

And he’s not going to deny himself this tradition next year or the year after that or any year Eddie and Wayne are eager to host him.

“Yeah, Eds,” Steve says pulling himself from his reprieve. “This is much better than watching the game alone.”

[iheartchv]

Sunny Day Jack x Reader:

I Never Forgot

What if you were one of the few people who remembered vividly about Sunny Day Jack... even after the whole show seemed to have been forgotten?

☀️Rating: Fluffy

🌈 Part 2 | 🌈 Part 3

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As a child growing up, you watched The SunnyTime Crew Show. You were 3 or 4 years old then, and you would watch every episode whenever they came out. Sure, there were plenty of interesting characters, but one that stood out to you was Sunny Day Jack. The blue haired clown was your favorite, the best friend you always wanted, and you wanted to meet him in person. At the time, money was tight, so that was one crushed childhood dream. The other was when there were no more episodes of The SunnyTime Crew Show being released. You had asked but no answers were given. You cried that one night (a few days after the incident); you felt like you had lost a best friend, and all the drawings and paintings you did hurt your little heart that you put them away in a box of memories. Jack was gone, but not forgotten...

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❤💛💙PRESENT DAY ❤💛💙

You're now at a threft shop, looking for clothes that wouldn't remind you of your ex, Ian. As you picked up some random stuff that fell over, you didn't notice a VCR tape that fell in your basket. As you were checking out, you were about to object to buying it, but decided that it wasn't worth 25 cents over. What could've been on the tape?On it was written '84- Incident'. Bells went off in your head seeing the year... A memory or something was trying to resurface... Borrowing a VCR player, you popped in the tape.

The static on the TV continued for a moment until you heard... a voice... saying,"Hello?" Bells went off in your head again as you stared at the static screen. That voice... it sounded familiar. Just then a shape formed through the jagged lines of the TV screen. It looked... human... And it was coming closer.

"Who... are you?" The voice said. Your heart started to beat faster. You felt like you were in a horror movie. You wanted to back up and run away, but you were frozen with fear. Your chest tightened as your flight or fight response kicked in. "You seem nice... Do you want to be my friend?"

The figure then... came through the screen as if it was climbing through a window. You wanted to scream but it was stuck in your throat. You choked on it. The figure then stood... they were tall. The scream then finally made its way out of your lungs as you bumped into the coffee table.

"Oh, gosh. Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, Sunspot." the figure said in a concerned tone.

Sunspot? You remembered... him always calling you Sunspot... As your eyes adjusted to the dimness of your living room, you could see that he (you assumed) had... blue hair? You also caught glimpses of his primary colored clothes... A memory was triggered. Everything was put together like a puzzle. No... this couldn't be?

"Jack... Sunny Day Jack?"

"You... know me?" He looked surprised.

"Yeah... I used to watch your show all the time as a kid. But... how... why...?" You had so many questions that you wanted answered. You were a ball of wound up emotions right now. You didn't know what to feel right now.

Jack cleared his throat, trying to change the subject to something simpler. "I'm sorry for bring rude, but I didn't get your name..." he said with a small chuckle and a smile.

"It's... y/n."

"Y/n. That's a nice name. Do you want to be my new best friend, Sunspot?"

He reached his hand out toward you for a handshake. At this moment, you strangely felt like a kid again. You were meeting Sunny Day Jack... in person (or the closest thing, at least). His cheery voice drew you in, like it did those many years ago. You took his hand in a firm handshake. "Sure." That was the last thing you remember before blacking out.

Been working on this idea for a couple of days, and I plan on writing a few more parts to this c: I also don't know if anything like this has already been written, but here it is nonetheless. I really hope you all in the SDJ fandom enjoys~☁️🌈☀️

[drpeppertummy]

finally fed max after saying i was gonna like 84 years ago. very mild forgive me the next one will be more thrilling

[very mild hunger, very mild stuffing]

"Look at you, with your little summer tummy," Marsha giggled, slipping her arms around Max's waist from behind. The summer tummy was a rare sight. It only began to show up around July, and it was typically gone not long after the beginning of September. It was small, just barely enough to it for it to poke out against his shirt, but it was there: a tiny little pooch of proof that Max was, for a few months, relaxed enough to eat regularly. Right now it was particularly visible, peeking out ever so slightly beneath the hem of the little tank top that he usually only wore to bed.

"I bet we could get you lookin' nice and solid if you got yourself a new job," said Alfie. "Get a nice sit-down job, you'd get a good belly on you."

"Oh, please," grinned Max, rolling his eyes. "I have a sit-down job, they just don't let me sit down for it." He went on chopping vegetables, trying not to squirm at the tickly sensation of Marsha kneading that tiny bit of softness. Finally, he stopped and turned around in her arms.

"You are gonna make me chop my fingers off," he said, hugging her tight. He rested his chin atop her head. Alfie bumped him aside with his hip and took over the chopping.

"Hey, lovebirds, you're slackin' off."

"Hey, lovebird yourself. C'mere and gimme a kiss," said Max, leaning down to give Alfie a peck on the cheek. Alfie set down the knife and threw his arms around Max, pulling him down for a kiss and nearly toppling both him and Marsha over in the process.

"Alfie, you ape," exclaimed Marsha, laughing. Alfie leaned in and gave her a kiss too before releasing them. As he did, Max's belly rumbled softly. Alfie smiled and patted it.

"Come on, let's get this shit in the oven," he said, dumping the vegetables in the pan.

Together, the trio made an attractive dinner of roasted chicken and vegetables, primarily carrots and potatoes, laid out comfortably on each plate over a bed of rice. Marsha dished out the portions evenly while Max set the table and Alfie wiped down the counter. Three Marsha-sized portions meant, of course, that Max's was a hair too big for his appetite and Alfie's was a hair too small, but that was alright. There was plenty left in the pan, and Alfie could dip into it for seconds if finishing off Max's leftovers still failed to fill his bottomless stomach.

Max was hungrier than he'd thought. He'd eaten lunch earlier than usual that day, then spent a long afternoon straightening up the house, not that he ever let it get particularly un-straightened. Still, after hours of dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming, his stomach was growling eagerly for a bite of hot food, and he happily dug in. The tender chicken and flavorful vegetables were a welcome guest in his watering mouth, and even more welcome in his hungry belly.

"I may have put a little too much on your plate," said Marsha. "Although, who knows, maybe you've got room in there." She gave Max a friendly poke in the tummy.

"I don't know, that thing's pretty small," said Alfie with an impish smile. Max gave him a look of playful annoyance. "Hey, we'll work on it! Go on, get eating, we'll have you fattened up in no time." Max rolled his eyes and scooped up another forkful of rice.

It didn't take long for Max's hunger to be sated--he was never a big eater, after all--but he still had food on his plate and some space in his stomach, his capacity improved by eating more regularly than he did during the school year. Still enjoying the tasty homemade dinner, he went on eating where he might ordinarily have had to call it quits. He felt pleasantly full, and while there was a vague snugness blooming in his tummy, discomfort was not yet on the horizon.

"Hey, you're really going at it," remarked Marsha, impressed. "I didn't think you'd be able to finish that much!"

"Well, I know a couple of good cooks, and they make it hard to quit," said Max. He was admittedly beginning to feel pretty full now, but there was only a little bit left on his plate. He paused for a moment, considering his belly. It felt tight, but not uncomfortable. He let a tiny bit of swallowed air rise up and silently escape, and then he scooped up another bite.

The last few bites were more difficult to put away than the rest had been. Space was limited now in Max's full tummy, and each bite made it feel just a little bit tighter. For a moment, he thought he wouldn't be able to finish after all, but, against all odds, he cleaned his plate.

"Hey, alright, Max!" Alfie gave him an approving thump on the back. It dislodged a sudden burp, and Max blushed, but Alfie just laughed.

Max didn't realize how much his belly was poking out until he stood up to clean. It was still smaller than both his partners' bellies even when they weren't full, but it was noticeable on his skinny frame, especially in his little tank top. There was more skin peeking out than there had been before, revealing a snug little bulge framed nicely between his hipbones. Marsha smiled and hugged him from behind, cupping his tummy in her hands. She was amused to find that some of the softness had been lost to the tautness of his full stomach.

"I can't believe you finished all that," she said, bumping her head against his shoulder. "You must be stuffed!"

"A little," he confessed. "It was good, though."

"Well, it makes me happy to see you eating more. You get so damn skinny during the school year!"

"I know, I know. I'll be better about it this year."

"Mm, I'll believe it when I see it," chuckled Marsha.

[hedwig221b]

Hi hi! I’m SO excited you’re taking prompts! You’re on my favorite sterek authors!! Prompt: Stiles is a few months pregnant with their second child and Eli, he’s maybe 4 or 5, is making his day very difficult and it all boils to a point where Eli tells Stiles that he hates him. Stiles takes it to heart and doesn’t know what to do with himself while Derek tries to reason with him “Stiles, he’s 5 years old, of course he doesn’t hate you”

sorry for making you wait 84 years, anon

Eli was a smart boy.

Of course, he was, with Stiles’ brain and werewolf superior genes his and Derek’s child couldn’t be anything but amazing. He was four and a half but could already read his favorite tale — a werewolf-friendly retelling of the Little Red Riding Hood. There was a brief period when all he would read was this tale, and no amount of Stiles’ whining could sway him.

The stubbornness came from Derek, for sure.

And lately, something changed in Eli’s attitude. It was gradual and not something Stiles noticed at first. Eli was healthy and bubbly and happy most of the time, a perfect overly energetic and curious child, but sometimes he just gave Stiles this studying, almost suspicious, long stare and pursed his little button nose, as if thinking very hard about something.

Today was one of those days.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Stiles chirped and happily received a quick goodbye kiss from his gorgeous, fantastic, but, alas, busy husband.

Derek stroked Stiles’ belly and smiled upon receiving a mischievous kick, then turned to look at Eli, who watched both of them very carefully.

“Say goodbye to Daddy, pumpkin,” Stiles grinned at him.

“Bye, Daddy,” Eli murmured, frowning a little.

Derek chuckled. “Are you sleepy still?” Eli shook his head, prompting his dad to catch his hand and tug him toward himself.

“Love you,” Derek said and smacked a kiss on Eli’s cheek, which, thankfully made him giggle.

“Love you, too,” Eli answered a bit more cheerfully, glanced at Stiles and ran away into the living room to take the TV-remote hostage for his morning cartoon time.

“Are two of you bickering again?” Derek arched an eyebrow.

“No. I don’t know, have to investigate,” Stiles sighed.

“Good luck.”

*

“Tata?”

“Hmm?”

Upon not receiving any answer, Stiles put the plate gently back into the soapy water and turned his head. Eli had somehow managed to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed and now stood right beside Stiles. His little hands clutched the TV-remote, as he picked at one of the buttons.

Eli looked up at Stiles with a slight frown. “I love you.”

Stiles lifted his eyebrows, but despite the surprise, the smile still tugged his lips up.

“I love you, too, honeybun,” he chuckled.

Eli continued staring at him, as if waiting for something.

“Everything okay?” Stiles asked slowly after some time, keeping his voice light. “Want some snacks?”

“No,” the child muttered, turned around and went back into the living room.

Stiles stared after him. Thoughts started buzzing in his mind, as he cataloged everything that might have happened. When he eventually came up with nothing, Stiles left the dishes, wiped his hands and tottered into the living room.

The TV was on, but Eli was staring down at the remote, picking the same button, with a pout on his face. Stiles walked to the couch, biting his lip, and sat down, swinging an arm around Eli’s small shoulder and tucking him into his side.

“Pumpkin, what’s the matter?”

“No matter.”

“Then what’s with the long face?”

Eli looked up at him. “Do you love me?”

The question made Stiles freeze, because he told Eli about his love every single day. Did he not believe him?..

Stiles’ heart sped up uncomfortably. “Of course I do, sweetheart,” he stroked Eli’s wavy chestnut hair. “Why do you ask? Did I do something wrong?”

Eli, however, stared at him. Finally, after not getting whatever he was waiting for, the pup chucked the remote down on the floor.

“Eli!”

But his little wolf was already running to the stairs.

Stiles cursed, as he slowly stood up and hurried as fast as he could, keeping a calming hand on his bump.

“Eli!”

“No! If you hate me then I hate you, too!” a small distant voice echoed through the hall.

Huffing and puffing, Stiles climbed up after him, but was greeted with a closed door. Suddenly, he had so much respect for his dad and his, as it turned out, never-ending patience.

Despite Eli’s cranky efforts from the other side, Stiles managed to squeeze through, which made Eli growl.

“Hey, mister, no growling at Tata,” Stiles pointed his finger at the pup, but Eli didn’t listen. He jumped on his bed and hid under the covers. “I’ve never said I hated you, Eli. Where did that come from?”

Eli stayed silent, just wiggled a bit to get comfortable.

“Eli, sunshine…” Stiles begged.

“No.”

“Come out, pretty please?”

“No!”

“Okay,” Stiles muttered under his breath. It was one of those stubborn episodes, then. The pup needed to chill.  “Okay, you stay there and calm down and think about what you said. I don’t hate you and…”

“You hate me!” Eli snuck out of the covers; his hair was mussed up and his face was red, whether it was from anger or from sadness. “Daddy loves me, and you not!”

“I do.”

“Do not!”

Then Stiles remembered he was arguing with a four-year-old. He couldn’t not argue, though — his child had somehow got into his little head that his Tata hated him and that was downright illegal for him to think.

With something heavy and bitter forming in his throat (damn those fucking hormones) Stiles went downstairs, picked up his phone and called his savior, his anchor and sometimes his only voice of reason.

“Yes, baby?”

“He hates me,” Stiles sniffled.

Derek went silent for a couple of moments. “… no, he doesn’t.”

“But he said so,” god, now his voice was wobbling. Great.

“He is four, Stiles. He also swore to both of us he saw his dinosaurs move at night. He doesn’t hate you.”

Stiles swallowed and blinked rapidly. “It’s just… I can’t believe he thinks that.”

Elias was his son, his baby boy, his sunshine. He was a miracle — one he and Derek didn’t even know they could have. It was a total surprise from non-other than Stiles’ spark magic. The greatest gift of a lifetime. Eli could literally do nothing wrong in his eyes.

Derek sighed over the phone, hearing his stuttered breathing. “Can both of you make it to lunch? I’ll come home and make him talk.”

“Okay,” Stiles answered, breathing out in relief.

Derek will make everything okay. He always did.

*

Upon arriving home, the werewolf kissed Stiles on the cheek and went straight upstairs.

Stiles looked up after him, but after not hearing anything went to sit on the sofa. The remote somehow found its way into his hands; it took him a couple of absent minutes to realize he was picking at it, which made him immediately throw it aside.

At last, his anxiety-inducing depressive thoughts were interrupted by a sound of steps.

Stiles swiveled his head. Derek was walking down the stairs with Eli nestled in his arms. His poor baby was clutching at Derek’s shoulders; his face was pink and — Stiles’ heart jumped — wet with tears.

Apart from that, though, he was smiling.

Unable to understand anything even the slightest bit, Stiles turned his pleading gaze to his mate, who was also smiling softly.

“Eli and I had just found out,” Derek sat down on the couch with Eli still in his hands, “that you are a little silly, Tata.”

Stiles blinked at them. Eli giggled.

“Wh— I mean, of course, I am, but why?”

Derek tsked playfully and leaned to whisper into their son’s ear. “See, pup? Completely clueless.”

“Queue-s,” Eli giggled again.

“Shall we show him?” Derek asked and, after Eli nodded, turned to Stiles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too?” Stiles arched his eyebrows.

Derek leaned down and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then turned to Eli. “And I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Eli said with a grin and squeezed his eyes shut as Derek smooched him on the cheek.

Derek then turned to Stiles and lifted an exasperated eyebrow at him. “Now your turn, Tata.”

Stiles blinked at both of them. “I love you, Eli,” he said slowly.

“Love you, too, Tata,” said Eli and, as usual, waited for something.

And oh. Oh.

Stiles was really very silly.

He quickly cupped his son’s full pink cheeks and descended upon each of them with loud kisses. Finally, finally Eli blessed him with a bright laugh.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Stiles sniffled, taking his pup in a tight embrace and closed his eyes when he felt tiny hands wrap around his neck. Eli gave him a soothing pat (just like Stiles did to him sometimes), making him laugh.

“Do not forget it many more, Tata,” Eli leaned away and made a fake scowl at him, shaking his finger in Stiles’ face. “You say love you and you kiss me.”

“I won’t forget, sweetheart.”

Eli nodded to himself and laid his head back on Stiles’ shoulder, satisfied with his lesson.

Stiles looked up at Derek with glistening eyes. The wolf chuckled and swiped a thumb against his cheek.

It was the unsaid, undiscussed ritual, so old and automatic, it became an instinct: when one of them was leaving somewhere, they made sure to say ‘I love you’ and seal it down with a kiss. In child’s uncomplicated brain this declaration of love always went in pair. After all, he’d seen it so many times from his parents. So it’s no wonder he got confused, when all he received was ‘I love you’.

Never more will his child spend a day without a kiss.

Blinking left-over tears from his eyes and softening under the gaze of his mate, Stiles put his lips against the soft skin of Eli’s neck and blew a giant raspberry.

Eli screeched in giggles, trying to squirm out of his hold.

Their home was filled with laughter once again. As it always should be.

[the-olympics-olympics]

Weird Olympic Moments Tournament

To celebrate (?) the Paris 2024 Olympic Games starting in a few weeks, I thought I'd run another Olympic-themed poll tournament. This time, we're diving into history and getting to know some of the stranger, lesser-known stories of the Games.

Polls will run for a week, and the tournament should last until around early September if I'm doing my math right. The first polls will begin Monday, July 15th.

At the end, we'll award a gold, silver, and bronze to the top three.

After many hours on Wikipedia and the IOC website, here's the list of moments I came up with:

Horse vaulting

Pigeon racing

Sarajevo venues damaged in war

Mayor of Montreal says "The Olympics can no more lose money than a man can have a baby," then proceeds to host one of the most financially disastrous Games in history

George Eyser wins six medals after being run over by a train

Solo synchronized swimming

Crowd gets pooped on by 25,000 pigeons

Flame is taken to top of Mount Everest

Margaret Abbot dies without knowing she made history as the first US woman to win gold

Brazilian team has to sell coffee to afford the trip to Los Angeles

A teenager's "dumb idea" becomes Olympic tradition (athletes marching together in closing ceremony)

St. Louis experiments with "purposeful dehydration", denies water to marathon runners

Kanakuri Shizō takes 54 years to finish his race

Mt. Vesuvius moves the Olympics to London

They stop doing the Olympic salute for some reason

IOC President compares a terrorist attack to a vote to ban a racist country

The Olympics goes 88 years without letting women run marathons

Olympic flame transmitted via satellite

Northern Rhodesia declares independence during Olympics, changes name to Zambia

Vancouver 2010 cauldron malfunction

Montreal 1976 stadium is finally paid off in 2006

The curse of the Beijing 2008 mascots

Everest climbers get gold medals

Sochi snowflake malfunction

They hold the Olympics in 1906, then later say it doesn't count

Colorado kicks the Olympics out

Flame hidden from view after anti-gay law

Summer Olympics held during Winter

Haiti and Liechtenstein discover they had the same flag

Riot at the 1924 rugby match

McDonald's gives out more Big Macs than they expected

Chamonix 1924 retroactively named the Winter Olympics

Doves burned during cauldron lighting

Torchbearer takes olympic flame down a ski jump

Medals made of e-waste

Shooter aims for wrong target, loses gold

Olympic torch passed on International Space Station

Alien addresses crowd

Figure skating debuts at Summer Olympics

Olympics held on two different continents

Rio organizers lose key to stadium gate

Baron de Coubertin wins a gold medal under false identity

1960 winter games held in city named for an ethnic slur

Obstacle Swimming

North Korea considered to co-host 1988

Housing complex for American soldiers during the occupation of Japan becomes the Olympic village

Torch design changed mid-relay

Cauldron lit by flaming arrow

Last three seconds of basketball final replayed three times until results changed

St. Louis threatens to hold their own Olympics if they don't get named host city

Fatso the Fat-Arsed Wombat

Balloon racing

Delirious man carried over finish line by coaches, wins marathon

Summer Olympics held in November and December

Olympics postponed for COVID

Blue screen of death appears during opening ceremony

Marathon runner attacked by priest

Guy kicks referee in the face and (maybe) ends up on a stamp

Jet pack flies over stadium

Centennial games not awarded to a very confident Athens

LA 84 gets in trouble for commercializing the torch relay

Olympic flame relit with cigarette lighter

Rower stops for ducks

Nazi propaganda becomes Olympic tradition (torch relay)

Did I miss a great weird moment? Send it to me in an ask and I might do a round 2 or something!

I chose the moments based on my own personal bias (lol)

Heads up that there is one that involves the death of animals, but I will tag any polls with that #tw animal death

Please don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything else tagged, and how to tag it!

Also, a disclaimer that I'm tired and scatterbrained and I work full time, so if this gets a little disorganized I apologize. Shouldn't be too bad though.

Let the games begin, and whatnot

@tournament-announcer :)

[forgwater]

Late Night

(general) Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

part 5 part 4 part 3 part 2 part 1

gender neutral reader

a/n: it's been 84 years. I am so sorry to everyone that's been waiting for an update for the past almost 2 years 💀. Things have been happening.

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"Did you really think I'd let you back out of this commitment?" the general inquires, a smirk evident on his features.

You gulp as he fixates you with his piercing gaze. Mischief and… something else dance within those garnet colored eyes of his. You find yourself staring, unable… or unwilling to remove your own gaze from the fae.

However, feeling the growing warmth of your cheeks prompts you to act.

It’s the fire, you placate yourself.

It must be the fire. There’s no other explanation. No. Nope. Nothing else.

While you were preoccupied trying to and failing at controlling your racing thoughts, your companion finally loses his battle with laughter, startling you at the loudness of it.

“Oh?~ are you finally falling for my good looks and enchanting personality?” he barely manages to get out. There’s a hint of proudness in his voice, slightly masked by his maniacal giggling.

“NO-!” Great. Now you’re embarrassed too. You just made a fool of yourself in front of the enemy-… was he still an enemy…?... you’re working together for now….

“That’s so cute!” placing an elbow on his knee, he sighs “you’re so cute…”  

“…”

“…”

Considering his face right now, you’re sure the general would’ve preferred to have had a brick hit him squarely in the face. But no, he does not get that privilege. Instead he gets to see the smirk growing on your face, followed by a dreaded, teasing:

“Did you just call me cut-“

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” he looks positively desperate to cover up his slip up. A triumphant smile takes its place on your lips at that.

“Sure, if you say so.” You card a hand though your hair, batting your eyelashes at him in the process. You don’t believe him in the slightest and he knows it.

With an exasperated groan and hands covering his face, the fae falls on his back.

Might as well pretend he’s not here. Not like you’d give him that luxury, but it’s good to hope.

“So…” You sit next to him.

Goodbye hope, it was good knowing you.

“Hmmm?” the muffled sound urges you to continue.

Feigning ignorance will have to do.

“What’s the plan?” throwing a glance his way, you continue “Do we keep traveling together or are we splitting ways?” there’s a feeling in your eyes the general can’t quite make out and you’re not sure you can either.

How can you continue working together with him? Where would you go? What would you do? It’s… dangerous.

Bringing him before your peoples troops doesn’t feel quite right. And you hope he wouldn’t do that to you either.

After what feels like ages, Lilia opens his mouth to speak:

“I still don’t know where we are…” he finally meets your gaze “and I suppose you don’t either. So I propose we stay together until we find a village or an outpost… or something.” he offers “….We can split ways then.” If you didn’t know better you would’ve said the general sounded disappointed, but that can’t be.

...Right?....

You decide not to comment on it either way.

“That sounds like a good enough plan.” You finally add. “…We should rest.” You decide.

“I’ll take first watch.” Lilia offers, only to be met with your distrusting gaze. “OH COME ON!” the offended fae shouts. “You literally freed me! You’re the one that suggested it to begin with too!” the disbelief is clear in his voice “And now you’re worried I might kill you??!?”

“…” you pause “Force of habit.” you finally counter.

“…”

“…”

“Valid point.” He gives, throwing his hands in the air in mock surrender. “I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

You give him a blank stare.

“Okay! FINE! I’m sorry I killed you the first time! Does your capturing of me counts for my atonement and your revenge yet?” he gives you an almost pleading look. Almost.

“Hmmmm…” your mischievous smile greets the exasperated general. “Not yet.” you grin.

“NOT YET?!?!” his face is completely indignant “How much more must I suffer for you to forgive me?!” he huffs.

“We’ll see~” you tease, only to be met with another groan.

“I’m going to sleep!” seems like he’s had enough of your playfulness.

“I thought you were taking the first watch?” you poke again.

“Correction. You’re going to sleep.” And with that you decide it’s time to retreat, smile still on your face.

The fae takes a seat by the campfire opposite of you, moving to curl up next to the flames, the light feels warm and welcoming against your weary bones. Before drifting off to sleep you look at your companion and whisper out a tired “Goodnight, Lilia.”

You almost miss the softest tone you’ve ever heard: “Goodnight, Y/N.”

………

……

….

You awake to the morning light shining on your features….... and something burning.

“Lilia?!” you shout in panic. Jumping from your laying position, you are met with the fae turning to you from… whatever had the poor fate of running into him.

“Can’t say I wouldn’t love to hear you screaming my name, but I’d rather you have a different tone while doing so.”

“I- You- WHAT?!” He did not just insinuate what you think he did! Did he?!

You keep opening and closing your mouth in disbelief. How do you even respond to that?!

Lilia’s smirk does not escape you and he looks far too pleased with your reaction.

“You’re so unfair!” you settle on.

“Oh? Am I?~” he teases “I let you sleep the entire night… or what was left of it, and you’re still upset with me?” he sighs “Look!” I even cooked for us!” the fae smiles proudly, showing off… the thing.

“…Should I ask what that even is?” you attempt to get answers.

“Rabbit.” he pauses briefly “Have you never eaten rabbit before?”

“Ah! That’s not-… It looks.... interesting!” you force a smile.

“Why, thank you! Now, you can have half.” He pushes some of the charred poor creature towards you. “Go on! Dig in! I’m sure I can catch us some more, so don’t be shy!” he urges you.

.....You’re not gonna be able to get out of this one, are you…?

“I’m not really that hungry…” you try anyway.

“Don’t be shy!” he pushes it more into your hands.

Oh… you’re so gonna regret this.

“Or… perhaps you’d prefer that I feed you myself~” the fae smirks.

Never mind. You'll take your chances with the.... "rabbit".

“Fine!” you relent “I’ll eat some!” you take the rabbit meat from him. “And no, I prefer using my own hands to eat.” You glare and he laughs.

Ugh, he can be so insufferable at times.

......

…….Now, how can you eat this without dying?

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[thewisaaaaad]

SINCE I CANNOT FIND THE WORDS FOR THE TRANSITION

I have decided to create a timeline for my au, that should help me figure out how i want to lay it out

BW stands for before war: before the great war between gods that wiped out all but five.

AW stands for after war, when the final god was felled, the tyrannical god of Law that was cut down by Narinder

DW is the uncertain time during the war, because time and seasons ceased to have meaning, as night and day clashed, as time struggled to find peace, as no one, god or mortal, could find rest.

TIMELINE BELOW CUT:

universe is born. Chemach, Clunek, and Kludaii are created.

BW, some indeterminate time far in the past, soon after the universe: the first crowns are crafted, one being death, by Chemac.

130 years BW: shamura is born

108 BW: Kallamar is born

103 BW: Narinder is born, with Hypnos alongside them. Narinder is orphaned due to him being an "ill omen"

98 BW: kallamar is adopted by shamura

97 BW: Shamura earns the crown of war in a ritual held by the old god of war

91 BW: Narinder and Hypos' town is destroyed by a battle between Ala, god of storms and harvest, and another minor god. Narinder becomes a bandit to survive.

89 BW: Kallamar earns his crown as a successor to the previous god of plagues, do to his diligent research into the root cause of sickness (germs discovered)

87 BW: narinder encounters his first ghost, does a good deed for the dead at the behest of Hypnos, causing him to miss Shamura

86 BW: Narinders first encounter with shamura. Immediately adopted, due to shamuras visions

84 BW: hecket born

83 BW: Narinder finds his crown, with the old god of death having gone missing. they tend to do that.

80 BW: hecket is adopted, and leshy is born and adopted soon after. narinder found him :)

71 BW: the god of feasts dies suddenly under mysterious circumstances. no one knows what happened, except that they were murdered.

64 BW: Heket is chosen by the yellow crown. as was foretold.

64-63 BW: on new years, leshy just shows up after running off wearing the green crown. no one knew there was a crown of chaos before. Narinder is delighted.

45 BW: the Murder of gods continues to happen, and fingers are being pointed. narinder is a prime suspect, but his family defend him

25 BW: as the murders mount, someone steps forward to claim responsibility: Lucifer, god of law. He announces that any god that does not bow down to him will be slaughtered in 25 years. Sides are chosen, friendships broken, but the family remains together, Shamura being determined not to get swept up in this mess.

0 BW: battle horns are blown, war rages across the world. Seasons stagnate, the sun and moon fight, and still war itself declines to intervene.

?? DW: Chamech is wounded, and loses their mind. no further crowns are made. the war rages on

?? DW: time is dead. the sun and moon, without their gods, slowly take their original places again. few gods remain, but now War and their siblings enter the fray.

0 AW: Even law falls to death eventually. Many gods have been lost, allies that the 5 may have had going forward would not survive the battle. as was foretold, as always was, as always shall be.

the god of dreams and their crown fade away into nothingness in deaths arms.

3 AW: the old faith is established. Narinder now has little time to himself. the most time he gets to spend with hypnos is when he goes to sort the massive backlog of souls in the afterlife: gods and mortals, all slain in the conflict, both sides having worthy and wretched souls amidst their ranks.

he is not bored. Hypnos is always there to help him, when a judgement is hard for one person to decide.

256 AW: narinder finally manages to sort away the last of the souls that have died within the last century.

278 AW: narinder is now bored. Cult leadership is not for him, He's better at doing paperwork than administrative work. at least then he can have Hypnos by his side.

narinder begins to consider necromancy.

312 AW: narinder has perfected the art of resurrection. He did not even need his siblings help. all he needed was Hypnos. but it was not enough to bring hypnos into the world, to keep them by his side. he needed to delve further.

334 AW: narinder has hit a roadblock in his experiments, and goes to his sibling shamura for aid. Shamura is horrified that he got this far, but doubly so when he asks for ways to grasp power even further from his purpose, especially for someone who might not exist. Shamura fears their brothers madness. Shamura admonishes him, and he swears to halt his experiments. Narinder swears to do just that, and keeps his word. But Shamura is already possessed by Envy.

335 AW: Shamura raises their fears with their siblings. Hecket and Leshy are disturbed by what their brother has done (mostly because shamura says its bad), but Kallamar is initially facinated by what his brother has achieved, and is pressured by the others into fearing him. Kallamar may have been startled by Narinder before, but he could never fear his brother. he did fear Shamura. he feared that THEY were the truly mad one

350 AW: Here godly blood was spilled. Here Death no longer wished to wait.

Narinder is sealed, unhealing wounds are given.

Hypnos, narinder, and Kallamar, shed tears. Rage, misery, and regret.

Envy seeps deeper into shamuras broken mind.

1167 AW: Aym and Baal are born, and then stolen to be given to narinder.

1320 AW: Lambert is taken as a heretic, because they are unresponsive and could not deliver any praise to shamura. they are selected by shamura for an experiment.

1321 AW: Shamura commits the greatest heresy, and creates Hypnosis body. the red crown is made dormant to soothe the pain of the existance and torture that Hypnos finds themselves in. Narinder does not know where hypnos has been taken to. The crown does not have the strength to show him. he only knows that they are in pain.

1368 AW: Lamberts younger twin siblings, Adam and Eve, Rescue Hypnos from the tower, not realizing that the heavily disfigured and extremely expressive Sheep that they saved was once their sibling. They think Lambert is dead, and for all intents, he is.

1368: Hypnos flees from his rescuers, desperately seeking someone who could help them. they run into Kallamar, who seeks to amend past mistakes and takes in the lamb to mend their broken body. Heket learns of the fate of the red crown, and goes to inform leshy while kallamar helps hypnos recover.

1369: after making a miraculous recovery, and somehow keeping the lambs existence in Kallamars castle a secret from shamura, he takes it upon himself to train the lamb in the art of combat. The lamb favors curses, as their limbs are sill fragile and the crown is still unresponsive, though its eye is now open.

1370: a plan is hatched. The lamb will go to slay the mad sibling, now obviously so after having lost the lamb. The other bishops will amend past mistakes, and shatter the chains that they guard while the lamb shatters the fourth.

1371: the plan is executed. everything goes perfectly; the chains are shattered, and shamura is put to rest.

then everything goes wrong. The purple crown, now fully controlled by envy, puppets shamuras body. It gathers devotion, and then releases a maddening pulse that corrupts all the other crowns.

Then, having been the one to create the web of energy that ties Hypnos's soul to Lamberts body, disconnects the two with one slice.

The corrupted red crown returns to the underworld, and pride swiftly consumes the lord of death.

Hypnos would fall here, but a crown calls out to them, from a familiar realm that resembled the state that they had lived in for so long.

The crown of dreams rests heavy on their head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That's all for now! i still want to keep SOME secrets >:)

hope this'll keep ya fed for a bit

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

'Fergie'

Featuring former Manchester United boss, Sir Alex Ferguson

It was 2am and after a night at my favorite jazz club, I was sitting in my car and about to go home. But then the figure of the former Manchester United boss, Sir Alex Ferguson, emerged from the darkness and what happened next changed the course of the whole night. We had earlier spent time chatting in Cape Town's Manenberg jazz restaurant after I approached Sir Alex and asked for an autograph for a friend's son.

I remember being surprised by this at the time. Ferguson was 82, already retired, almost a year after the death of his wife, Lady Cathy, who died aged 84 following 57 years of marriage to the former manager. In short, he had plenty on his plate already without being pestered for autographs by a flirty fanboy. And yet there he was, being heavily fawned over by me. I slip a business card of mine into his shirt pocket and pat it lovingly as I made contact with his warm body. Damn! Sir Alex's body is so sexy.

“For when you're in the mood for something different.” I said as I left, making sure I brush my hard bulge up against him.

Outside, I was shaking as I got to my car. Where did that confidence come from? I just touched my cock against a legend, I thought. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard, "Wait.”

I turn around to see Sir Alex walking briskly to catch up with me, "Where are you parked?”

No other words were spoken as I motioned him over, we got into my car, and I started the engine. As I pulled away down the street, I caught glances at Sir Alex ’s sexy body adjusting awkwardly in his seat. As I got to the end of the road, ready to turn left he said, "No, go right. My place. It's more private.”

Nodding in agreement, we arrived at the house a few minutes later after a silent drive. His house was impressive I thought as we both got out of the car and headed to the front door. Once inside, Sir Alex slips off his shoes and puts his keys away, like it’s his normal routine before walking off to another room leaving me to wonder my way in. I notice the trophies and photos on the wall; lots of him and his wife. When I finally made my way to the end of the hall, sitting in a chair sprawled out is Fergie.

My jaw drops as he waves me over. I notice his hand stroke his hard cock through his pants. Looks like a big one, I thought as I walked in front of The Man United legend. He spread his legs apart and pointed down.

“Get to work then.”

I can’t believe it. Sir Alex Ferguson, viewed by many as the greatest manager of all time, is telling me to get to work on his cock. I quickly stepped to him, pushing my face to his. He gives a shiver. Clearly, he’s nervous, but trying to hide it under his masculine facade as he lets me kiss him. That’s more than okay by me, cause its doing wonders as I reached behind his head and pulled it forward as I began a long hard kiss on his mouth. My hand fell to his crotch, feeling that girthy, long cock through the pants, it takes every muscle in my body not to rip his pants off then.

Wanting more, I lay against his body, rubbing my dick against his as I pushed my tongue in his mouth, and he gave a long satisfying moan. I knew he was mine now and I wanted to do the things to him I had imagined for years. I began to massage his chest and nipples over the shirt as he was now trying to lay back in the seat to let this go where we had both wanted it to go for so long.

My hands go for his shirt, skillfully unbuttoning it and running my hands all over his chest and ample belly. I gently kissed each sexy nipple before kissing my way down to his belt buckle. Once there, I began to undo the belt and open the pants that held my quarry confined and imprisoned. With his throbbing cock was bouncing up and down and needed to be held, I quickly stood up, took off my shirt and then freed my hungry cock from its confinement in my pants and underwear.

I dove onto his cock, putting his engorged tool in my mouth, generously filling it and causes my lips to stretch to accommodate it. That cock of his was like a drug as his manly scent fills my nose and sends me to overdrive. I pushed his legs further apart and ran my hand through the hair on his creamy white thighs as sucked his horny cock. I cupped my tongue around the shaft of his cock in my mouth and began to move my head up and down the whole length of his throbbing missile. I could feel the head against the roof of my mouth as I continued to lick and suck and caress the pulsing shaft.

I know he didn't get many blowjobs, if any, from his wife and my love of his perfect body was about to make him burst. He grabs the back of my head and trusts his cock in deeper somehow as he fucks my face. A dream come true; I thought as I felt his pace quicken. His breath does too. He arched his back, as he was about to launch us both to that place, we had both been longing to go. Then the big one hits. He roared and groaned as he fired off his beautiful canon. The first shot goes right down my throat. I pulled back, wanting to taste him. The second is somehow more than the first and it fills my mouth. The last lands over my face as his cock slips from my grasp.

Fergie was now lying still and peaceful as the tension of our love subsided. His eyes were closed, and he was catching his breath as he said, "Please don't let that be all."

As I lay on top of him, Fergie started to spread his legs underneath me and I knew we weren't finished. He wasn't going to go on with his "straight little life" the way I had thought this married man might want to. He wanted it to be more, and he was giving into his feelings. With my erection not subsided, I began to explore his luscious body with my hands.

Looking into each other's eyes, Fergie began to raise his legs, spread them even more. His thick, creamy white thighs were awesome to the touch as his 82 years had not diminished the athlete he once was. I put my hands underneath the beefy legs and raised them more, kissing each shin until his legs touched his chest. He cupped his hands on the back of his legs as I reached for his virgin ass, wetting a few of my fingers. We were still looking into each other's eyes as I got a finger inside him and started to massage his hole. He winced a little and closed his eyes as I took it slow and easy, opening him up.

When I thought he was ready, I raised up as he held his legs up so I could get to his horny hole. I grabbed my dick by the shaft and began rubbing the head up and down in his hairy crack. And as I started to push it into him, he groaned and grabbed me by the shoulders. I couldn't stop as the pleasure of him opening up and letting me sink my throbbing tool into him was too great. And when I was all the way in, Fergie dug his fingers into my back as I heard an "ah" escape his lips.

Finally, after all this time I was buried deep in this handsome man, enjoying the sensation of his virgin ass being wrapped around and squeezing my dick. Looking down, I saw he was hard again and for a man of his age was impressive as I began a rhythmic hip motion. I went in and out; in and out I was riding on a cloud from heaven. I pushed on his legs and tried to go deeper; I wanted him to enjoy giving into my pleasure. He looked up into my eyes and smiled as I continued to push in and out.

That warm sexy smile did it; I felt the tide coming and I went wild. I started to pump him harder and faster. Sensing I was near, Fergie asked me not to come inside him and I obliged by pulling out and finishing by shooting my load on his hot tummy and chest. His dick was still throbbing, and I put my mouth over it to finish this old man off.

The head was red and full on his fully erect penis. I was surprised that he achieved such a full and hard erection at his age. He had recovered fully from earlier and my attention to his dick was really turning him on.

Then without warning he grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down on it as far as I could take it. He began to pump his second load into my mouth. It wasn’t as big as the first, but I took it all and he screamed in ecstasy. It was fantastic to know I could give him so much pleasure. He gently released me and was still hissing through his teeth and breathing frantically.

"Oh god I needed that." He said as lay on top of him.

We stayed like this hugging and snuggling for awhile before I left after promising to see him again.

[yanderelovlies]

Joesph paced back and forth in his room, running his hands through his brown and grey hair. When was the last time he slept or ate for that matter? He couldn't recall the days have been a blur since he found that stupid VHS tape.

Thrifting had become something Joesph found comfort in. When he felt he had enough, he went to the checkout already thinking about where to put everything. However, at the bottom of the basket was a single VHS tape. Which was odd cause he doesn't remember picking one up.

Picking it up, he flipped it over to be with "84 INCIDENT," crudely scribbled in red pen on the front. Joesph could feel a cold shiver run through his entire body. That year...he HATED that year.

"Are you gonna buy that, sir?"

startled Joesph's eyes met the bored cashier's "oh....um..." His arm moved automatically, putting the VHS tape on the counter.

Taking that as yes, the cashier sighs, scanning the item and putting it in the bag, followed by the receipt. "Have a good day"

With a quick nod, Joesph snatched the bag and quickly made his way to his car, then home not looking at the inside of the bag once. Not even when he got home, opting to leave it on the couch as he tried to distract himself.

However, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't sleep. He would toss and turn with thoughts of that VHS tape swarming his thoughts.

So finally, after hours of trying to sleep, he finally got up and made his way to the living room. He stood in front of the couch, staring at the bag, holding the thing, causing so much anxiety for him.

With slow and shaky movements, he finally opened the bag. However, as soon as his hand touched the cold plastic of the VHS tape, he yanked it out of the bag as if it would catch fire at any moment.

'How bad could it be? It's just a video tape....' Joesph sighed as his head went back 'famous last words.'

With hesitant steps, he made his way to his TV before crouching down and putting the VHS into his old player. 'Maybe if I'm lucky, it's broke....or won't work'.

After it was in, he went back to his couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. With shaky hands, he pressed play, his eyes glued to his screen.

At first, it was static, but the longer he looked, the better he could make something out. A field? a Bakery? and.... as he sees the picture the more his heart begins to race. He knew that set from anywhere.

Not long after, he faintly makes out a voice. One that he hadn't heard in years l since their passing. "Oh, starlight.....it's been so long. I've missed you." Then everything went dark.

.

When Joesph woke the next morning, he was still on the couch with the smell of something sweet filling the air. He didn't remember trying to bake anything or order anything for that matter.

With sleep still in his system, he groggly got off the couch and stretched a bit before hearing a satisfying pop. 'What was I doing last night? and why was I on the couch?'

He yawned as he trudged his way to the kitchen, half determined to find out where the smell was coming from. When he round the corner, he wakes up quickly.

There bent down to take out some freshly made muffins was the one person he knew he would never see again.

You.

The love of his life who died in his arms on set after stepping in front of him at the wrong time.

The reason why he HATED that year. and why he quit acting. Why he stays up late a night plaqued by nightmares of that day. Why he hated himself and Jean every day.

You stood up, turning to him with the same bright smile you had all those years ago. "Good morning, love! I made you some breakfast."

This....

This had to be some sick joke or nightmare.

It had to be.

[d-a-mante]

A lot is wrong with Daken, and that's why I love his character. There is so much to poke at. He's an ammoral bastard but also he's a pathetic wet cat. It's explored through both of his solo runs, but there is one particular arc I want to talk about: Dark Wolverine #82-84, or Daken's part in the Siege arc.

Quick background: Norman Osborn is attacking Asgard (for reasons, long story) with his H.A.M.M.E.R. mooks and Dark Avengers--villains and anti-heroes he has paid, manipulated, and/or blackmailed into working for him.

It's implied in several comics that Daken has trouble knowing himself, due to decades of abuse (being lied to, used, and ordered around), but in this comic it's shown so succinctly. (This is my read of it, anyway)

Daken insists his actions are his own choice. Hmm.

So it starts with the Fates being involved. They want Daken for something, but state they can't outright tell him. They can only "guide" him. So they show him glimpses of the futures, where his choices lead him to.

(they say this, but they are more involved than that)

That's only the mechanics of their powers, though. Effectively, what it gives Daken is a reset button. He makes a choice, and if the Fates don't like his choice or they want to talk to him, they reset him back to the moment before he makes the choice. He chooses differently the next time. I don't think this is him making informed decisions based on possible consequences-- it's him avoiding the consequences completely after he'd already made his choice.

So which choice is actually his and which one is the Fates manipulating him? I don't think even Daken knows. He thinks his final decision was entirely "him".

After a couple of resets, including one where Daken saves and tries to inspire the troops, he gets this:

Daken finally asks the Fates:

Same guy who told them this in the beginning:

This is already years after discovering Romulus' lies. He knows he is sick of being used. He'd been described by telepath Emma Frost as "not allowed his own thoughts".

But in the end of Siege, Daken's last decision (in line with the Fates) is a relief to him. Being told what to do, what he is, is a relief.

Someone get this man some therapy. For many reasons. (Don't get me started on the masks he wears just in these issues)