#so id like to just take a break and come back later with a new set of eyes

[bloggirl8842]

My psych says I don’t like my mom or my ex because they make me vulnerable but I think it’s because they are/were both serial boundary violators. Well serial boundary violators sounds serious but I mean they are just good kind people who would not leave me alone when i ask(ed)

#i mean so am i so i dont exactly blame them but like. my mom doesnt knock used to hold me down and epilate my body doesnt take no for an #answer ever on anything unless youre MEAN to her and i dont mean anything serious i mean she asked me to go to the store with her to pick #out paint for her walls i said no she asked again i said no she asked again i said no so she went on her own and facetimed me so id help her #pick. my ex had a similar thing where if i was like hey lets not talk tomorrow im burnt out hed be like okay and then the next day early #morning he’d send a good morning text and then several more throughout the day and then we’d call at the end of the night #people do who not let you fucking breathe. i hate it. if i saw my mom less often id probably like her but her so much as sitting next to me #on the couch will have me tense and pissed. she also takes glee in hating things i like and its not a conscious or serious thing but its #really weird. ive done the same for her since i was little i dont know who did it first. like ok we’re moving our new place had wallpaper in #my room i wanted to keep it she wanted to remove it she agreed to keep it and then made plans to remove it bc she was going to get rid of it #at some point later on anyway for the house’s value or something. they removed it recently and she showed me a vid of the place and when she #gets to my room shes like hehehe its goneee like girl what the fuck is going on with you. she wouldnt let me change the decoration of my #room as a child it had to be the way she liked it. even my body had to be the way she liked it dude the epilation thing shed laugh as i #cried (in a shirt and underwear man) bc i was finally hairless. my ex was nowhere near that bad but again ZERO breathing room and whenever #id try to take some hed be like ‘’i just worry that if you take this space you’ll come back and break up with me’’ uh. yeah with that #attitude the breakup’s coming either way. he’s a good guy though just 24 and a man (both sad afflictions) he’ll shape up. or not. idk im no #t invested #he did listen to a lot of what i said just not the basic things of ‘’leave me the fuck alone sometimes’m #im annoyed that my therapist framed this as a me issue but shes right when it comes to me having trouble w vulnerability and i should just #clarify my pov here so she can change her assessment #my ex leaves me alone now. he does a great job at it i thiiink hes moved on which im happy about #i dont know if id ever want to be friends again though idk if either of us can do that #i cant. rn #i understand why he wanted so much from me though. i get it

[cosmosis]

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - jealousy

miguel gets jealous possessive after a new intern flirts with you this is part of the same universe as my call oneshot!

Being 2nd in charge of the multiverse is... honestly not that hard for you. It’s mostly just co-leading, and being a secretary. Lyla helps out a bunch, but sometimes, a sassy AI can only do so much. 

Jess informed you of a new intern she recruited. Apparently, he’s having his first day today, which means you’ll probably have to do a quick run-through of things with him later. 

For now, it’s your fated duty to sit with Miguel at his desk so he doesn’t get all pouty later. He starts huffing and puffing when you aren’t near, takes it out on the kids sometimes. 

Thanks to your suggestion, Miguel invested in a nice desk and swivel chair for the office, so now it looks more like an actual workspace instead of a maniac’s plot room. (either way, he his one lmao)

Since Lyla’s gone for the time being, you’re standing up on the office platform, tapping away at a multitude of screens. Miguel lays lazily in the office chair, swiveled up behind you to rub his face into your upper back, as well as run his hands along your tummy. 

“Hun, you gotta let go. I needa tour the intern.” You mutter, closing in on an ID photo of the recruit.

“No.“

“Well, if I don’t do it, then who will?“ You ask. 

“Jess.“

“She’s busy on her break. Pregnant women need breaks, you know.“

“Ugh. I don’t want you to leave.“ He whines. squeezing you tighter. 

You start squirming out of his grip, pulling his pinky off of your stomach. Inching away, you push Miguel away by his head. Reluctantly, he starts letting you go, lazily running his hands onto the skin of your hips and lower thighs before letting go. 

“I’ll see you in a bit, baby.“ You say, scuffing up his hair with your palm. Gracefully, you leap down from the platform, somersaulting onto the floor and skating out the exit. You hop over a few stray cardboard boxes. 

Miguel watches you stroll away, and fixes his hair back into place. 

Lyla magically appears, phasing in and out with a different sly look each time. She snickers, flickering all around Miguel’s head. 

“Whipped.“

“Shut the fuck up.“

. . .

Miguel’s blood starts to boil as soon as you roll in with that stupid, bastard of an intern. He’s too close to you for comfort, so close to his arm nudging yours... Miguel’s teeth start to clench, his fangs close to drawing blood from his mouth. He’s paying too much attention to you, there’s a vibe he gets that he hates to his core. 

Everything about him is aggravating; the blonde hair, the snarky smirk, all of it.  

“...and this is Miguel’s office!“ You say, gesturing your hand to the majority of the area. 

“Sweet, nice to meet the bossman.“

Bossman, his ass. Miguel would only ever let you call him bossman. 

“Miguel! Come down!“ You yell, and his heart warms in his chest. He turns around from his standing form on the office platform, eyeing the intern in order to scare him a bit. 

“Hey, what’s up man! Glad to finally meet the man behind the slaughter!“ The intern exclaims, his hands rested on his hips. 

Miguel fights every urge to both roll his eyes and tackle the recruit, keeping a somewhat straight face on. He chuckles a little, not a single trace of a smile on his face. 

“Heh, yeah? Excited to meet the bossman?“ Miguel taunts, but it looks like the intern can’t tell he is. 

“Heck yeah dude! Where do I start?“

Miguel starts nodding a little, plastering on a face smile, chuckling a bit...

Before he throws the entire office chair at the recruit. Not to hit you, though. He’d never, ever hit you. 

Instantly, the intern turns away, shielding his body with his hands. In the nick of time, though, you latch your webbing onto the chair, slinging it away to side before it could harm anyone. You cross your arms. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry about tha- MIGUEL!“ You scream. 

And he throws a literal file cabinet at the man. Again, you latch it out of way without problem. 

“What th'heck, man?! What’s your fuckin’ problem?!“ The intern yells, spreading his arms out. 

“My fuckin’ problem is you nagging my wife!“ He roars. 

“Wait a sec- she’s your wife?“

Miguel then  leaps down from the platform, chin held up high in a sinister glare. Slowly, he steps over towards the both of you, fixing his eyes on the intern the entire time. 

Miguel’s tall, really tall compared to the newbie. He pokes his finger to the recruit, leaning in real close. 

“Stay at least 5 feet away from my wife at all times.“ Miguel utters, and you kinda feel bad for the new guy. 

You cross your arms. “C’mon, Miguel. He’s literally new, take it easy on him!” You say back, and Miguel pouts, whines. Possessively, he reaches over to you, pulling in you in by the hip to try to soothe you. It doesn’t work, and you present yourself from giving into his needy touches.  

And then, you turn around back to the newbie. “Gosh, I’m so sorry about that! He’s usually not like this-”

“Man, fuck this.“ The intern exclaims, taking a few steps back in agitation. “Take me back home, I ain’t dealin’ with this shit!“

He storms off, kicking a stray cardboard box on the way out. 

“Aw, crap.“

“Finally.“

You swerve back around, hands on your hips. “Miguel, that was uncalled for.”

“Yes it was! He was smothering all over you!“ He yells, throwing his hands up in the air like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Well, now thanks to you, we lost a recruit.“

“One of literally thousands!“

“And now, there’s papers everywhere on the floor!“

“Shhh, honey, I’ll clean it up later.“

Ignoring your frown, Miguel finally pulls you into him, pressing your lower back into his own with a nose into your hair.

“I saw the way he put his arm around you. He was flirting with you too. Hated it.“ Miguel utters. 

“When?“ You ask.

“On the surveillance.“ He says, and you sigh. He’s right, the guy was flirting with you for a bit, but you chose to ignore it so you could get over with the tour faster. 

“Eh, he gave me the heebie jeebies from the beginning.“ You say, and Miguel automatically squeezes you tighter into him, a deep grumble bellowing from his inner throat.

“I’m never letting you tour anyone ever again.“ Miguel admits.

“After that? Go ahead.“ You scoff, and finally, he sighs in relief. 

He tries drags you back to the office platform again, but then forgets that he threw the chair, grumbling in regret. Instead, he just hovers behind you for the rest of the day, occasionally pressing a smooch to your head. 

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv lyla #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #fluff #romance #x reader #reader insert #lyla #spiderman #cosmosis-writes ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

[character-babblings]

mdni! 18+ only

possessive luke if you squint. i am once again breaking canon.

Luke Castellan vs Hades daughter.

she's a moody gal. she can easily come off as a brat but Like loves that. the way you'd literally ignore guys that weren't Luke always gave him a bit of a hard on. they way you'd just stare blankly at them before walking to Luke. Him smirking as you as you cuddle up into his side and rest your head on his shoulder. Kissing your forehead as you smile absentmindedly. "My good girl." he'll mumble to you.

i have a head canon about Luke dating stoner Hades daughter! reader (headcanon break don't come for me) where she has that cabin all to herself that Luke crashes at on occasion. shes got her little short that drive luke crazy and one of his shirts on. she's absolutely baked and she just smiles up at him lazily as he rests his hand on her chin.

"hi there." you whisper up a him with closed eyes and a pretty smile. his finger runs down your neck before tapping your nose as you giggle.

"hey pretty girl. you save some for me?" he asks as his hand holds your chin. you nod and roll onto your stomach. "i'm nice like that." you state. "oh yeah you are a nice girl aren't you?" he teases as he goes to light up. you're quick to sit up as you go to light it for him. he could moan at the gesture almost. "such a nice girl. why don't you go lay on the bed for me?" and as we've said. you're such a nice girl.

he takes one more hit before coming over to you. laying stomach down on the bed before slowly pulling off your shorts. "you know babe...i get the munchies when im high...and id like to eat my favorite meal. so be a good girl and wrap these thighs around my head,okay?"

GOD

anyway. so hades daughter who keeps to herself and doesn't like talking to any guy but luke. so when someone new arrives and tries to get in with you. you're quick to tell them who you're with. even going so far as introducing them to luke with a "this is my boyfriend, Luke Castellan," his name sounds so pretty in your mouth. you know what else makes pretty sounds, your mouth when you moan that name while he's laying absolutely pipe. fucking you sideways while your eyes roll back into your head, the little bit of makeup you wear running from when he borderline facefucked you because you decided you wanted to have an attitude because you were hungry. he's growling and groaning in your cabin yet again. "you're so pretty when you're being split open by my dick baby. this pussy is so warm. i never wanna pull out..."

(a/n would you believe me if i said i was ovulation rn. i'll probably discuss this more later.)

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut

[bratphilia]

would it be a bother to ask for a fic w a tomboy reader and william afton? ive been on such a kick w william afton x reader fics here since i watched the movie and i love all of them but i am not feminine in the slightest so if you could write one id be so grateful!! and age gap and size difference too would also be sooo 👌👌👌. thank you so much!!!

note ✧.*‎ this was a lil hard for me to write considering im on the girly-er side so if anything looks weird in relation to the premise i apologize in advance!! also so sorry for getting this out a lil later than promised.

pairing ✧.*‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎ age difference (reader is 18-21, william is 45-50), degrading, spanking, approximately two slaps to the face, blow jobs, rubbing through jeans? idk what to call that, coming in pants (fem)

taglist ✧.*‎ @dilfity

synopsis ✧.*‎ while attending yet another meeting with your career counsellor, he has a few choice of words for you.

jeans (w. afton x reader)

you sit in mr. raglan's office, trying to sit straight up, legs crossed, not bouncing. he slightly shifts in his chair as he reads your file, moving his spinning chair from side to side, as he mentally scrutinizes your report. it's nerve-wracking. anyone in your shoes would feel this way, but the way he's intently reading over every little detail makes you squirm.

the worst part is, this isn't even the first time you've been in this exact position. it wouldn't be so bad if mr. raglan wasn't such a hard ass on you. always practically demanding answers of why you keep getting let go from the jobs he gives you, criticizing the tiniest details. nothing gets passed this guy, and yet here you are.

(there's something that almost riles you up about the way he talks to you, though. he has a habit of talking with those big hands of his in a way that makes your insides twist.)

"so you sit here in front of me..." he pipes up suddenly, looking at you then lifting a brow, "wearing jeans to a meeting, for christ sake, asking for yet another job, so what? you can get 'let go' again?"

"well, yes," you say, a little dumbstruck at his comment on your attire.

mr. raglan laughs shortly. "i got news for you, kid. people with your kinda track record don't exactly find jobs as easy as you think they do."

you hold back from rolling your eyes. your fists clench at your side angrily. you speak through gritted teeth, "look, i just need a job. i'll take anything, i'm desperate."

"hate to break it to you, but things just don't work like that—"

you've had it. "will you just stop being such an asshole and give me my damn options already?! i didn't come here to be lectured."

you're seething, breathless from your outburst. your heart is pounding but nothing can beat the jaw-slacked look on his face. there's a deafening silence that has you on the edge of your seat. then, shortly, "you come here for advice, and i'm giving it to you."

you want to say something again, you open your mouth to do so, but he raises a hand to silence you promptly. "you said you're desperate, hm? want my real, useful advice?"

you stare at him, not liking the direction of this conversation or his weirdly tone of dripping malice. "get the fuck on your knees then."

it's hot, you'll admit it. and he's the whole package too, total dad-i'd-like-to-fuck and all. this isn't your type of deal, but if he's gonna offer it to you, fuck it, you'll take it. you'll take everything this man gives you. "mr. raglan—" you say, purposefully furrowing your brows, trying to act scandalized for godsake—

"get your ass over here," he scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

you shut up, perking up at that, and make way to the open space between his legs. "look at you, you degenerate thing. on your knees for such a cause."

your head swims and the buzzing between your thighs becomes far too apparent to be ignored. but you're willing to wait for that relief. you part your lips expectantly, hoping he'd get the message to undo his pants and he just laughs at you. "filthy fucking thing wants my cock in her mouth so bad."

"uh-huh," you say, mouth still open.

he does away with all the restraints and guides his cock into your mouth. eagerly, you take him and lick up the underside of his dick, eliciting a groan from him. he makes a fist around your hair and guides your mouth up and down his cock, not caring about what you can and can't take and you fucking love it.

the noises of him hitting your gag reflex is music to the mouth of your ears. the way you push him out only for him to slide back in is truly a marvel. and the grunts, groaning, and degradations that come from him makes you want to take him even faster, more than what your body can handle, and he just laughs it off, commenting on much of an "eager, filthy thing" you are.

when you feel his helping hands thrust your mouth more erratically is when he decides to pull you off. he uses your hair to stand you up and practically shove you against the desk, back facing towards him. you yelp in pain, only adding to the ache in your stomach. he stands to his full height and you gulp. fuck, he's so much bigger than you, of course he can just throw you around like that. when you ask him if you should remove your clothes, he pauses for a moment, thinking. then, mischievously, "no, i want to make good use of those jeans."

curiously, you look back at him, but his fingers are pressing against your clothed pussy. he presses hard, letting the fabric grind on you. "oh, fuck," you moan.

"yeah? you like that?" he asks gruffly, rubbing your clit through your pants from side to side. usually this stimulation wouldn't be enough, but fuck you were so hot for him that you didn't care. "fuckin' dressed like a boy," he scoffs.

tears burn in your eyes, partly from his words, the other part from the stimulation. then he slaps you across the face. "i asked you a fucking question."

"yes!" you cry, moving a hand to rub at your stinging cheek. he grabs your hand and then slaps the other side of your face, just for fun. a few tears slip down your face at his physicality, but doesn't change that fact that you, "love it so much!"

"think you deserve to come?" he asks. "after that shit you pulled. you think you deserve it?"

you sniffle, knowing damn well what his answer's going to be. "well, i don't."

he removes his hands then promptly wipes them on his pants. you sob out, grasping for his hands but he pushes off of you. "you better come back with a better attitude if you expect anything more than what i gave you."

#asks #fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut

[sydsaint]

It's time for Holiday fics!!!

Summary: The reader is volunteering at a Christmas event for WWE when her long-time friend Austin brings his new tag partner with him.

Friday morning, well before Smackdown is scheduled to start, Grayson and Austin are booked for a holiday charity event with a few other superstars and talents from the company. Including the current NXT women's champ and Austin's long-time best friend, you. 

"So, how come you've never mentioned this Y/N chick, Austin?" Grayson asks Austin as they make their way through the parking lot of the event center. 

"I don't know." Austin shrugs. "You were on NXT not that long ago. I guess that I just assumed that you knew her." He explains. 

Grayson shakes his head. "Nope. Never heard of her. Is she hot?" He teases Austin with a laugh. 

Austin rolls his eyes and pushes Grayson's arm. "Ew. no!" He sneers. "Y/N's my best friend! She might as well be my sister, man." 

"Yeah yeah." Grayson grins. "Do you remember the number of the booth we're supposed to be at? Because I forgot." He admits. 

Austin groans, having also forgotten what booth they're supposed to be at. He begrudgingly pulls out his phone and dials your number. 

Across the event center, you are helping stack some fake presents up in a neat pile for the display when your phone buzzes in the pocket of your Santa skirt. "Austin? Where are you?" You glance at the caller ID before answering. "You're late by like an hour." You scold him. 

"Yeah, sorry, Y/N." Austin chuckles. "Umm, Grayson and I are kind of lost. What booth are we supposed to meet you at, again?" He asks you. 

"Really, Austin?" You roll your eyes playfully. "We're in booth 43? It's one of the ones near the middle of the center." You explain. 

Austin remains silent for a moment, but you can tell that he's thinking really hard through the phone. "Yeah...and where is that?" He asks you with a sheepish chuckle. 

"You are so useless." You make a lighthearted complaint. "Where are you right now? I'll come get you guys." 

Austin relays his position to you before you hang up on him. You dismiss yourself from the rest of the volunteers for the moment and go in search of your best friend and his new boyfriend. 

A few minutes later Austin and Grayson are chatting while they wait for you to show up. Austin is going on about Smackdown later when he notices Grayson's eyes widen while looking over his shoulder. 

"Grayson?" Austin attempts to get Waller's attention back on him. "What are you staring at?" He asks and turns around to find you heading down the hall toward them. 

"Holy hell, mate. Is that, Y/N?" Grayson asks Austin through a slacked jaw. 

Austin nods and watches you power-walk down the hall in your little Santa jacket and matching skirt. "Yeah, that's her." He nods. "Hey! Stop drooling!" He makes Grayson's chest when he catches the awe-struck look in Grayson's eyes. 

"Austin! There you are!" You strut over to the pair. "And you must be Grayson." You briefly eye Waller standing next to him with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

You wait for Grayson to introduce himself, but Waller remains silent. So, Austin makes the introduction for him. "Yeah, this is Grayson." Austin nods. "I like the outfit by the way. very cute." He teases you.

"Bite me, Austin." You roll your eyes. "Just wait until you see the Santa's helper costumes they have for you two." You tease him right back. "Come on! We still have a lot of stuff to do before people start showing up." 

You turn sharply on your heel and start marching back the way you came. Austin follows at your heels and Grayson finally musters up the will to speak once you're a bit ahead of them. 

"Well, I know what I'm asking Santa for Christmas." Grayson jokes with a cheeky grin. 

"Come on man." Austin groans. 

You make it back to the booth with the boys in tow and promptly put them to work helping set up the display. 

A couple of hours later everyone is taking a small break before the event center opens for the day. You are perched on a crate wrapped to look like a giant present and going over the inventory list when Grayson saunters up to you. 

"Now, if I ask nicely, do you think Santa will stick you under my tree this Christmas?" He asks you with a flirty smile. 

"Oh, so he can speak?" You peer over your checklist. 

Grayson chuckles and is quick to rebound from your little quip. "Yeah, you'll have to forgive me for that." He grins. "But it's not every day that I get to see a woman as stunning as you." 

"Oh my god!" You laugh. "Austin! Please come get your boy before he embarrasses himself some more!" You call out to Austin standing on the other side of the booth. "You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want any action from me, Waller." You inform Grayson with a sly grin. 

"Yeah?" Grayson replies before Austin walks over to him. "Perfect! I love a good challenge, sweetheart." He informs you with a wink before Austin drags him off. 

The event center opens and people start to pour in. The day flies by as you sign autographs, take photos, and hand out merch all day. But seeing all the happy fans makes it all worth it. 

Around lunch, you are taking a small water break while your line is empty and watch Austin and Grayson working their line. You observe Waller harmlessly flirt with a couple of girls who come by the booth for a picture and can't help but roll your eyes. 

"He's cute, isn't he?" One of the volunteers walks up to you while nodding toward Grayson. 

"Maybe a little." You admit. "I think that the accent is doing most of the work though." You joke. 

The volunteer shrugs but agrees with you. "Yeah, but I'm okay with that." She jokes. 

You both laugh and a few kids walk up to your line so you get back to work. 

At the end of the night, everyone is taking down some of the stuff for the booth when Austin and Grayson come up to you again. "Hey, Y/N, Waller and I are gonna grab dinner and drinks after we're done here. You want in?" He asks you. 

"Yeah, sure, I could use dinner and a drink." You nod while tearing down an empty box. "As long as Grayson's buying." You add with a grin. 

"Pleasure is all mine, sweetheart," Grayson replies. "Just promise that you won't change out of that outfit." He teases you. 

You laugh and get back at him. "Only if you keep that one on." You nod to his and Austin's matching Christmas Elf costumes. 

"Hey! We both know I make this work." Grayson replies. 

#wrestling #wwe #wwe fandom #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #grayson waller #grayson waller x reader

[beardedmrbean]

I work at a grocery store production facility and today someone pooped themselves in the break room and didn’t tell anyone and people walked through it and tracked it into the production area how disgusting and we didn’t shut down maybe I should report them to the USDA for that there was poop all over the floor

There's so much wrong in there, starting with pooping in the break room because seriously what the fuck.

Who poops in the break room, honestly again I say what the fuck.

You do that and you want to pretend you didn't leave and come back a few min later and then go running out to call maintenance or custodial or whoever and tell them there's poop in the break room and it's not from rats (see rat poop at a place like you work report that too, totally different situation here tho)

It's not something that 100% needs to send operations to a grinding halt since nothing should be in contact with the floor anyhow, though there does need to be a pretty through decontamination done in all the poopy areas so in the long run it's likely cheaper to do hit the breaks on the production and break out the pressure washers and bleach.

I really want to be a fly on the wall for the pre-shift meeting when this gets brought up, mostly because hearing management try to find a diplomatic way to tell people not to take a dump in the break room and then go over the procedures to follow should one find it impossible to not take a dump in the break room would be hilarious.

You'll have to let me know how that goes if you can, or at a minimum let me know if there's any new signs in the break room maybe pointing toward the restroom or something.

A bucket

Culprit should be easy enough to ID too, if they're still around since I'm guessing it wasn't logs which means the person is possibly ill (totally different no no for working in that kind of location) so if someone is looking like they're not too good they may be the mad pooper.

This might also help narrow things down a bit

Anyone that used to live in CO in 2017 working there might just be who you're looking for.

#anonymous #mad pooper #ikwya

[demxnicprxncess]

"Stfu." Kai Anderson x fem!reader 

This is also for the same request as my tate mommy kink requested story. I said id do both so heres the other one “a needy subby tate or toxic sex with Kai”

Taglist: @charsdunkie, @quicksilversg1rl, @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin

lmk if you want to be added or removed!

Warnings: toxic, Kai Anderson, domestic violence if we’re all being honest with ourselves. Gaslighting, and once again Kai Anderson.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” I look up at him now setting down the little information I had on our new victim. “But-” I felt a hand come across my face leaving a stinging feeling, I had begun to taste blood on the side of my lip. “What is wrong with you Kai?” I stood up and ran to Winters room and sat in the little attic that had an entrance in her closet. She had always let me go in there to hide from Kai, he had never found my hiding place and I was thankful cause the day he would, he’d kill me. I heard her door open and figured I could come down to talk to her, as my feet dangled down from the “door” I heard all movement stop while I still tried to get down with little to no damage. I felt as rough hands yanked me down sending me crashing to the floor, giving me some cuts on my arms and legs. “This is where you fucking hide? No, wait. You are fucking hiding from me?” I felt myself getting even more scared than what I was originally was. “I asked you a question. Are you fucking scared of me?” I couldn’t get the words out my mouth I was terrified of him. I felt him snatch me up by my hair dragging me to his room like that, I felt the rug burn form on thighs as I cried, wailed, and even begged him to stop. “Shut the fuck up.” He threw me into his door before opening it and pushing me in. “Get on the bed.” I felt my whole-body ache in pain caused by him. My own boyfriend, my first love and at this rate he’d be my last love. I still crawled onto the bed whining in pain, tears still streaming down my face. “Shhh baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I love you.” His voice dropped and got softer, more calming. I had suddenly felt safe around him like a lost child to a random person. He leaned down and kissed my tears before pushing me back on the bed roughly earning another whine of pain to spill from my lips. “Baby I hate doing this to you, I really do. It hurts me to see you in pain, it’s just the only way you’ll ever learn to listen to me” I felt bad for making him do this to me, I had hurt him by not listening to me. “I’m sorry divine ruler.” He smiled at me forgivingly pulling off my pants and panties in one go. “I know you are, but I don’t think your body is willing to prove it.” I quickly sit up leaning forward to him pulling at his pants. “It is daddy. It is willing to prove it, I am willing to prove it.” He pushed me back onto the bed and pulled down both his pants and boxers. “Thank you, baby.” I felt as he slid into me overwhelming my senses. “Oh, you are truly a good girl sometimes.” He moved out and then in again a moan falling from both of our lips. He kissed me before moving in and out again finding a slow steady rhythm in between moans and thrust he kept mumbling how good I was for him, and how he hated hurting me. I felt his thrust touch my special spot once again causing my absolute earth breaking orgasm as he came in me. He placed a kiss on my forehead before getting up and getting dressed leaving me there naked. I took the time to take a small nap only to be woken up 45 minutes later to Kai standing in the doorway, “Get dressed we gotta go.”

Did I do toxic gaslighting well enough?

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[senditcolton]

call my bluff... call you babe (4)

CHAPTER FOUR

summary - New Year’s Eve usually signifies the hope that a fresh start brings. And after a New Year’s party, that seems true for Maddie. But for Tyson, he is left wondering if he’s ruined his new year before it even had the chance to begin.

word count - 3.9k (plus edits)

warnings - alcohol consumption

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“A Mediterranean cruise?” Maddie says, her face scrunching incredulously although her parents can’t see her expression from the other end of the line.

“Yes! With stops in Italy, France, and Spain. Can you believe it?” her mother squeals.

“I’m sorry, I’m still just trying to wrap my head around the fact that you guys won a vacation… by watching Wheel of Fortune.”

“It was a giveaway – you know the ones where if the contestant wins, you could win – and they finally pulled our Spin ID!” Madeleine’s mother explains for what feels like the dozenth time since Maddie accepted their call. “But, there is some bad news.”

“You aren’t bringing your favorite child along with you?” Maddie sighs dramatically, before taking a sip of her coffee.

“You’re our only child, honey,” her dad chimes in from the background.

“Makes it easy to be the favorite then.”

“Well, yes, there’s only two tickets,” her mother says, the worry in her voice dragging out the sentence.

“Mom, I was just joking,” Madeleine huffs out a little laugh at her mother’s concern that she was seriously upset about not being able to go. “What’s the actual bad news?”

“It takes place at the end of December.”

This time, her mother’s confession did make Maddie place her coffee cup back down on the café table, her eyebrows furrowing at the implication.

“You mean, during Christmas?”

“Yes. I know that you wanted to visit, honey, and we want to see you and hear all about Colorado but… we couldn’t turn this down.” Madeleine can feel her heart softening with her mother’s gentle explanation.

“No, I totally get it. You guys deserve to have a vacation, especially one as awesome as this,” she replies, a smile forming on her face. “Besides, airplane tickets are expensive and I am a broke college student again.”

“Except you’re not a student,” her dad teases, his voice now coming through the phone clearer as he sits down next to her mom, the shifting of the fabric crackling through the phone.

“A broke college employee, then,” she quips back.

“Fair enough. Alright, Lanes, we gotta get going okay. But we’ll talk to you later, okay?”

The chime of the front door pulls Madeleine’s attention towards the sound to see Ashley walking into the café, her vintage briefcase pack slung over her shoulder.

“Sounds good,” Maddie says, lifting her hand to catch Ashley’s eye. The brunette responds to her wave with a nod, walking through the crowd towards her. “Ashley just got here so it’s a good time to say bye.”

“Ditching us for your cool new Colorado friends?”

“If I told you that it was Tyson, would you feel differently?”

The contrasting answers of her dad’s “no” and her mom’s “yes” has Madeleine breaking out into giggles.

“Well, we don’t have time to unpack all of that, so I’m going to hang up now. Love you, miss you, send me tons of pictures of Italy and Spain,” Maddie says.

“And France! Don’t forget France,” her mother calls out.

“How could we ever forget France?”

“Goodbye, sweetheart. Stay safe, have fun, and we’ll talk to you soon,” her father says.

The three of them finish uttering their goodbyes and Madeleine hits the disconnect button at almost the exact moment Ashley sits down across from her.

“What this I hear about France?” Ashley asks, taking a sip from her insulated water bottle, her expressive and inquisitive eyes landing on Madeleine.

“My parents are going on a Mediterranean cruise over the holidays,” Maddie explains. “Which unfortunately means that I will be alone on Christmas.”

“Nonsense, you can come over to mine. It’s just going to be me, Amber, and Dominic,” Ashley says, referencing her partner and their adorable three-year old son.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. No one should spend the holiday alone.”

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Four months.

In approximately 5 and a half hours, it would’ve been four months since Madeleine packed her bags and moved out of the country that she had previously called home, leaving so many memories behind.

And that was the best decision she’s ever made. She had a great job, a great apartment, great friends. She had never been happier. And, of course, there was Tyson.

Tyson, who told her about all the best restaurants in the Denver area. Tyson, who added her to his family ticket list so she could see the Avs play any time she wanted. Tyson, who sent her weird memes and random texts while he was on the road. Tyson, who somehow managed to make time for her despite his hectic schedule. Tyson, who invited her as a plus-one to almost every team event.

Like tonight.

Madeleine stops staring out the passenger window to look towards her best friend, his hands on the steering wheel, the streetlights illuminating his profile.

“Hey, thanks for this,” she says, her voice soft.

“You’re always my plus-one Maddie,” Tyson laughs. “Besides, I think that if I didn’t bring you, I’d get an earful about if from Gabe and Mel. They seem to like you more than they like me.”

“Maybe that’s because I’m so much more responsible than you are,” Maddie teases.

“So, I can’t tell them about that one summer in high school where you - ”

“If you finish that sentence, we can’t be friends anymore.”

“We’re friends because I can finish that sentence.”

“And we pinky promised to never talk about that again,” Madeleine quips back. Tyson glances over at her and she can see that boyish sparkle in his eyes, one that was surely reflected in hers.

“You know I’d never break a pinky promise.”

“You were dangerously close.”

Tyson just chuckles, a soft shake of his head as he turns into Gabe’s neighborhood. Madeleine looks out the window again and sees the cars already lining the Landeskog’s lengthy driveway. After somehow managing to parallel park, Tyson hops out and walks around to opening the door for Madeleine. She easily takes his hand, exiting from the car and moving to tug at the hem of her black dress.

“I’m not overdressed, right?” she asks, her blue eyes darting to Tyson. She watches as Tyson’s eyes trail down her body, taking in her outfit for the second time that night.

“You look great,” Tyson says. “And if you are overdressed, it just means you’ll be the best dressed here.”

His encouraging compliment makes her blush, a soft smile appearing on her lips. Tyson returns her grin before he leading her up the driveway and to the Landeskog’s front door.

The party seems to be in full swing when Tyson opens the door, the sound of music and chatter hitting Madeleine’s eardrums. She lets Tyson take her grey trench coat from her as she walks deeper into the house, her boots tapping on the hardwood floor. She rounds the corner into Gabe’s expansive living room, her eyes scanning over the crowd of faces. Before she can even decide who to greet first, a squeal of her name from across the room calls her attention.

“MADELEINE!!!”

Maddie barely has time to turn before Sydney is crashing into her, pulling her into a tight hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here. Is Tyson with you?”

“Right here,” Tyson’s voice sounds behind Maddie. Both her and Sydney turn to see him wandering into the room.

“Perfect. Can you go talk to your boyfriend? He’s driving me crazy.”

Tyson just responds to Sydney’s exasperation with a laugh before he disappears into the crowd to find his ginger best friend.

“What’s JT doing now?” Maddie asks.

“Nothing,” Sydney replies, hooking her arm in Madeleine’s. “It’s just easier to steal you away from your boyfriend by distracting him with mine.”

“I’ve told you before; Tyson isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just didn’t want him hovering over you the entire night – which he would have!” Sydney says, pulling Madeleine into the kitchen. “Boy needs to learn that separation is healthy.”

“We hadn’t seen each other for five entire years before we reconnected. I think we can handle being separated at a party for five hours.”

“We’ll see about that. Now red or white wine?”

Once a full cup of red wine is securely placed in Madeleine’s hand, Sydney brings her back into the main room, the two of them finding a free space on the couch to squeeze into. They spend a few minutes there, catching each other up on their respective lives – Syndey about her holiday break and Maddie about her dread concerning the upcoming semester and the workload it brings to her job.

Eventually, Sydney gets pulled into another conversation and Maddie takes the opportunity to get up and wander around the party. She waves hello to a few people, briefly talks to Andre, asking him how he was settling in, before getting roped into a game of pool with Nate and Mikko – a matchup which she miserably fails at. She departs from the table with the excuse of needing to get a consolatory drink. When she wanders back into the living room with a freshly refilled glass in her hand, her eyes take in the scene in front of her.

Even in the hubbub and the chaos of dozens of bodies and voices, a sense of calm falls over her. There was still a part of her that couldn’t believe this was her life. Here she was, in an expensive house surrounded by people who made more money than she could ever hope to, and these faces that used to be strangers were now people she considered to be her friends.

And it was all thanks to Tyson.

She looks around, trying to locate him amongst the crowd of people, her ears pricked for the sound of his laugh. It takes a few moments before her eyes land on his frame; tucked against a wall and having a conversation with Cale. She starts to walk over to them, weaving her way through the crowd but by the time she gets to the opposite end of the room, Cale had vanished.

“Hey, Tys,” Maddie says, walking those last few steps towards him. “Where’s Cale?”

“Oh, he just went to get a drink, I think,” Tyson replies, his body slouched against the wall. Madeleine steps next to him, her body mirroring his as she takes a sip of her wine.

“What were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing really. Just wanted to ask me a question.”

The natural follow-up to that statement was to ask what the question was. But there was something in Tyson’s clipped words and tone that warned Madeliene to not pull on that thread. So, she didn’t.

“I need to perfect my pool skills,” she laughs, turning the conversation to a new topic. “I can’t keep embarrassing myself in front of your friends every time a pool cue is shoved into my hands.” A small rush of relief flows through her when she sees Tyson visibly relax, that crooked grin appearing on his lips.

“Who’d you lose to this time?”

“Nate. And Mikko.”

“Well, playing against Nate was your first mistake. That man takes everything way too seriously. You never stood a chance,” Tyson jokes, poking fun at his teammate.

“Did you ever find JT?”

“Yeah. Don’t know what Sydney was complaining about. He seemed fine.”

“She actually just wanted to steal me away from you.”

“She’s gonna have to try harder than that.”

It is ridiculous at how fast the butterflies form in Madeleine’s stomach at his words, at the way he looks down at her with a gentle smile playing at his lips. She just takes another sip of from her wine glass, hoping that if Tyson decides to chirp her about the blush in her cheeks, she can blame it on the alcohol.

She glances back at Tyson, ready to breeze over… whatever that moment was. But before she could utter a single syllable, she hears her name being called from across the room.

“Madeleine!” Sydney’s voice raises above the din and Madeleine looks over the crowd to see the blonde waving her over to the bar, JT by her side.

“Speak of the devil,” Tyson chuckles, taking another swig of his beer. Madeleine just shoots him a small apologetic smile before pushing herself off the wall and making her way to Sydney.

Turns out Sydney just wanted her help convincing JT that Italy was the better vacation spot for their summer getaway instead of Barbados. The pictures conveniently stored on Madeliene’s phone were a good bargaining chip, along with the glowing testimonials from her parents about the coastal towns – information that Sydney knew Madeleine had, hence the summoning.

“I feel like I’m being ganged up on,” JT jokes, smiling at his girlfriend.

“We are just providing actual proof from people we know and trust, not random strangers on the internet.”

“Well, in that case, let me find Burky. I think he went to Barbados once.”

“No! That’s not fair,” Sydney protests, quickly grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“How so?”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and you have to agree with me. Those are just the rules.” Sydney’s elbow moves to jostle Madeleine. “Tell him, Maddie.”

“Sorry, I’m with JT on this one. We presented our evidence, now it’s only reasonable that he presents his.”

“Thank you, Madeleine,” JT laughs before turning a satisfied smirk towards Sydney.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Sydney whines, the sentence directed to both Madeleine and JT before she turns her full attention to her boyfriend.

Madeleine just shakes her head, a smile on her face as she puts her phone back in her purse. With a sigh, she rests her elbows against the marble countertop, looking out over the crowd as Syd and JT carry on their playful argument next to her. Another sip of red wine moves down her throat, the pleasant buzz settling in her sternum, before her eyes look up and connect with the baby blue eyes of Cale making his way towards her. She smiles at him, one that he returns, his usually rosy cheeks growing a shade redder. Madeleine chalks it up to alcohol as Cale appears directly in front of her.

“Hey, Madeleine,” Cale says, moving to stand next to her by the island.

“Hey, Cale. How you doing?”

“Pretty good. You?”

“Good. Party is fun,” Madeleine replies, her eyes dancing down Cale’s frame. It might have been her years of constantly observing people that made it easy for her to read body language, but it wouldn’t take an expert to notice that Cale Makar was nervous.

His shoulders were stiff, his arms crossed in front of him, a beer bottle hanging from his hand. And while he was trying to appear casual by leaning his body against the marble countertop, he seemed like he was trying a little too hard. Madeleine just listens to him talk, a bemused smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, Mel usually does a good job with these kinds of get-togethers.”

“I’m sure she does.”

“Yeah. I mean Gabe helps out but it’s really all Mel,” Cale continues, the words a little stuttered.

“Cale,” Madeleine says, her voice a little sharper, the tone of it calling Cale’s eyes to connect with her. “What are you doing?”

“What?”

“Are you actually trying to regale me with Mel’s party planning or did you come here for something other reason or are you just drunk and can’t think of anything else to talk about?” she teases, watching the flush on Cale’s cheeks once again darken. “Any of which are perfectly fine options. It is a party after all.”

“Yeah, right,” Cale says, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I – um – did actually come over to ask you something.”

“Okay,” Madeleine replies, fully facing Cale. “Shoot.”

The deep inhale that Cale makes is noticeable, his chest rising with the action. His eyes close as he gathers his thoughts before turning his body completely to Maddie, his gaze locking with hers.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

“What?” Madeleine asks, the words hitting her unexpectedly, her smile slightly faltering as she takes in his request.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Cale reiterates, his blue eyes wide and earnest. His question finally fully registers and her immediate response is a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Cale.”

“Really?” Cale asks, making damn sure he was hearing correctly.

His need for reassurance makes her laugh, the smile growing. Madeleine doesn’t hesitate to put her drink down on the island before throwing her arms around Cale. The hug catches him off-guard but it isn’t long until his arms are wrapping around her tighter, holding her close. She finally pulls away, her blonde hair tickling her cheeks.

“Yes, Cale. Really,” she restates. Her response makes Cale visibly relax, his own excited smile appearing on his face. There is a brief pause before Cale pulls her into another quick hug.

“Hey, you two,” a feminine voice sounds from behind Madeleine which causes Cale and her to break their hug, Maddie turning back to Sydney. “Are you coming into the living room for the ball drop?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” Madeleine replies, her smile not waning from her face. Sydney rolls her eyes as she takes JT’s hand, pulling him away from the kitchen. Before they completely disappear around the corner, JT shoots Cale a thumbs up. The gesture causes Maddie to turn around to face Cale, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Some of the guys may have been hyping me up earlier tonight.”

“That’s pretty damn adorable, Cale,” Madeleine replies before cocking her head towards the living room. “Shall we?”

Cale happily follows her in, the room already packed with almost the entire guest list. They two of them squish themselves into one of the back corners, the Time’s Square Rocking New Years broadcast displayed on the flat screen hanging above the fireplace.

The minute countdown begins, a cheer going up from the living room. The lingering conversation slowly dwindles as the clock does; the voices that were previously speaking about anything else now joining into the countdown. Madeleine eagerly joins in, the rumble of Cale’s deep timbre right beside her.

“Five… Four… Three… Two… One… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

The hurrah is almost deafening as everyone raises their glasses. Madeleine takes in the celebration around her, smiling at the multitude of couples kissing, starting the New Year with their loved ones by their side. A small chuckle escapes her as she sees EJ lean in to place a smooch on Gabe’s cheek after the two of them pull away from their respective partners.

Madeleine is content to kiss the edge of her wine glass and take another sip of alcohol, a celebration similar to most of the other single guests. But she is slightly caught off guard when she feels an arm loop around her waist, gently pulling her into a strong frame before she feels the sensation of a kiss being pressed onto the top of her hair.

Her head turns, that broad smile on her lips as she looks up at Cale, her blue eyes sparkling in delight.

“You know, for someone who needed hype-men and liquid courage to ask me out earlier tonight, you seem pretty comfortable now,” she chirps.

“Eh, I can blame all that liquid courage,” Cale shrugs, a teasing smirk on his lips. Maddie can’t help the giggles that fall from her lips at his 180-degree attitude change before relaxing into Cale’s hold, her back leaning against his chest.

The mere possibility that her saying yes to his request for a date was the reason for his newfound confidence warmed her from the inside out. Which was good because in the back of her mind, she had noticed a small chill enter the room.

The sound of a loud splash echoes in from outside, almost everyone’s attention turning to the open back door. Curiosity takes a hold of the party, guests pushing into the backyard. Madeleine is among the first few to make walk out onto the porch.

The water of the Landeskog’s outdoor pool is still rippling, the dark shape of a body under the water unrecognizable until the person breaks the surface. Madeleine shakes her head the instant she recognizes the face.

“What are you doing, Tyson?” she laughs, walking closer to the pool’s edge, her boots lightly splashing in the puddles on the concrete from Tyson’s cannonball.

“Going for a swim,” Tyson replies with a shrug of his shoulders.

“In the middle of winter?”

“Pool’s heated.”

Madeleine just laughs again, shaking her head at her best friend’s antics. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks hurt from smiling when her gaze reconnects with Tyson’s, a similar expression painted on his face.

“Care to join me?” he asks, one arm beckoning to the open expanse of the water.

“You’re crazy, Josty.”

“And you love me for it.”

If Madeleine hadn’t been distracted by the action of zipping off her boots and if her mind was cleared of the halo that the previous glasses of wine provided, perhaps she would have heard the weight behind Tyson’s words: that soft and subtle plea. A silent question that was begging for the answer ‘of course I do’ to fall from Madeleine’s lips.

But when Madeleine takes a few steps back before take a running leap into the pool, her body swimming up next to Tyson’s, it seems approval enough. If not for Tyson, then for the other guests to follow their lead, the heated water filling with bodies.

Maddie swims up to Tyson, her arms reaching out to him. Tyson easily extends his reach, his own arms taking a hold of her waist, supporting her as hers rest on his shoulders as they both tread water. Madeleine looks around, loving the smiling faces around her before she looks back to Tyson. He is staring at her, his lips curled in a small smile.

“Still think you’re the responsible one out of the two of us? Convincing everyone to jump in the pool?” Tyson jokes, referencing their previous conversation in the car.

“I think that statement is still accurate,” Madeleine quips. She can see Tyson’s eyebrow raise in question, silently demanding an explanation. “When it was just you in here, people thought you were being weird. When I jumped in, they realized what an amazing idea it was.”

The laughter that falls from Tyson is intoxicating, warming Madeleine more than the heated water ever could, as he directs his brown eyes back to her.

“So, you’re saying that I need you to make my wild ideas seem logical?”

“You always need me Josty,” she teases. “But I also need you. That’s what being friends means, right?”

His smile stumbles, the downturn of his lips so fast and subtle. It was a falter that anyone else could easily miss, but not Madeleine.

“Right,” Tyson replies, his voice twinged with melancholy. Madeleine is about to ask what was wrong but before she can speak, Tyson’s blinding grin is back, his eyes holding no trace of sadness. “Happy New Year, Maddie.”

The change in his demeanor is so drastic that Madeleine convinces herself that she must have imagined it.

“Happy New Year, Tys,” she replies before turning her head back to crowd of people splashing around her.

The joy and laughter from everyone’s lips fills the quiet night, the hope of a new year thrumming through the air. But in her reminiscing, Madeleine misses the subtle flex of her best friend’s hands on her waist.

As if he never wanted to lose her.

As if he was afraid that he already did.

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[sofasoap]

Love, do not pass me by

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary : This story sets after " Up for a challenge". Life turns upside down for the better, and the worse, and rock bottom.

Continuation/parallel universe of @saltofmercury ’s ““The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader/OC is Soap’s little sister. PLEASE GO READ HER STORY first to make sense of this story. Also go read her König stories too, it’s brilliant.

Warning: R18/Explicit theme (mention of sex) , swearing. Slight violence. Unplanned pregnancy.

Anything about UK/SAS/military information I had to google and make up a bit, so it isn't entirely accurate.

English isn’t my first language so expect a lot of mistakes with tenses. Not beta'ed. If you don’t like it, move on. you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

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After three hours of train ride from London to Credenhill usually easy ride for you during normal time, but with your physical condition and mental state, it seems like forever and you are ready to collapse. You know you have you push on. You were desperate to get in touch with the boys. With Simon.

Walking slowly towards the SAS headquarter, you were greeted by the two soldiers manning the gate.

Fishing out your I.D and presenting it to the guards and announcing your name, one of the guard look at you with wide eye, "OH! you are Sergeant Johnny MacTavish's sister? Mini? the one nearly outdrank L.T Simon Riley?"

" Oh gosh.. is this what my reputation is like in SAS... "

The Guard chuckled, " It's not necessary bad, you are actually a legend amongst the soldiers for making L.T losing his composure. Anyway, what can we do for you?"

"I tried to contact Captain Price's team for last few months,I know they are off on a mission and had to go dark for a while,but I have really urgent business I need to talk to them."

" You are in luck. the team actually just got back from South America early this morning." Passing you a visitor's ID for you to display around your chest, he waved you through the gate, " Come on through, I will take you to the meeting room."

Following the guard to a private waiting room, he indicate you to sit down on the couch, " I will go grab the boys for you. Wouldn't be too long." Giving you a salute, he left the room.

You sigh in relief, but at same time anxiety is starting to hit, you don't know how well Simon is going to receive the news you are about to break to him. You tried every avenue to contact the boys the last few months, coming up to the barrack was the last resort, and now you just have to face the music...

"MINI! What are you doing here??The guard said you had urgent news to bring to us, did something happen to Ma and Pa?" Soap slam the door open with extreme worry on his face, but once he had a good look at you, his eyes was wide with disbelief.

OH SHIT.

You totally didn't expect Johnny to come through, wait, what do you expect? You told the guard you were Johnny's sister and you were desperate to talk to the boys, of course they are going to assume something happened to your family and you have to see your brother. How stupid can you be? no wonder Johnny nag you about how you act before you think.

"Johnny... I'll explain to you later.. just let me talk to Simon first.."

" FUCK I KNEW IT'S HIM.... I FUCKEN KNEW" He quickly turned and storm out of the room and down the corridor, marching towards Price's office where everyone is meeting for mission debrief. " I am gonna fucken KILL HIM, I SWEAR!"

"Johnny WAIT!" you waddle after him as fast as you could in your state, but you just couldn't catch up. You saw him going around the corner and storm in a room, and next thing you hear was him yelling , follow by a loud bam.

Simon, Gaz, Price and few of other team members were sitting around quietly talking amongst themselves, when Soap flung the door open, march straight up to Ghost and threw him against the wall.

"Easy Soap! What the hell you doing? Where is Mini?" Gaz and Price rush towards Soap trying to pull him back from punching Ghost.

" I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK AROUND WITH MY SISTER, AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU FUCKER WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY??!!"

Ghost deflect Soap's punch with ease, looking at him with total confusing, not understanding what is going on,

"JOHN CAMPBELL MACTAVISH, let, him, GO. I don't need you to go around all braveheart like you are about to defend my honour. It's not his fault." You growled at your brother, everyone's eye all landed on you as you finally caught up.

Ghost look at you, and down at your belly. a very pregnant belly. Time just stopped.

You walked into the room, closing the door, Gaz hurryingly pulled a chair and make you sit down as you were trying to catch your breath. Burying your face in your hand for few second, you look up at Price with pleading eye, " Everyone out, including you Soap." as Ghost push himself off the wall Price stopped him and shovel him back towards you "You two need to talk."

Now just two of you in the room. You can still vaguely hear Soap yelling and Price's low voice telling him to calm down.

" I am sorry to sprung this upon you Simon.. I.. I tried to contact you guys few months ago earlier on the mission.. but ... I had no choice but to come here, I am due soon and I want to let you know..." You look up at him, into his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction.

All you see is a very cold, emotionless brown eye staring at you, through his ghost mask.

"And?"

You shuddered.

"I .. I thought you want to know, you have the right to know.. I am not asking much..."

" I don't care. Do whatever you want."

Anger arises, trying to hold back tears and not letting the hormone get the best of you, " Simon Riley, you are the FATHER of the babies, I am doing my duty to inform you, giving you a chance to opt in to be around our children, you don't need to be such an ass about it! I know it was my fault, I told you I was on the pill and you could just.. just.... " Your face burns thinking back to that night....

"Where... Where do you want me to..."

" Inside Simon.. I am on the pill.. I want you to fill me...Please.."

What you totally forgot was you were on antibiotics for infection which you had from a cut you got from work. So much for being a health professional... You mentally slap yourself thinking back.

Ghost remain silent. Body rigid. Fist clenched.

You don't know what else to say to him anymore, letting out a sob, you quickly walked out of the office, away from him.

"Mini, talk to me, did he hurt you.. " Soap wrap his arm around you and pulling you into embrace.

" No.. yes.. no... " You feel him turning and ready to walk back into the office, you pulled him back. "Johnny... Just.. just take me home."

"... Does Ma and Pa know about this."

" I haven't been home for quite a while.. the only person knew about this is Emma and I have informed work as well." Emma, your flatmate and work colleague working at same hospital as you in London had been supportive and wonderful, she's been helping you with looking for new flat with more room for you two to move in, to get ready for the birth of the babies.

"Please Johnny, I will tell Ma and Pa soon. Just let me sort this out myself. "

He open his mouth wanting to say more. You shook your head to shush him. Turning around to face Price and Gaz, " I am so sorry to make such a scene... Just don't blame Simon for this."

Both men nodding their head, gave you a quick hug and let you and Johnny on the way.

After collecting few stuff from his room from the dorm, he lead you to his jeep and drive you both back to London mostly in silence.

Emma was on the couch when both of you arrived at your London flat late at night. Emma raised her eyebrow as she saw Soap walking in.

"Oh, Hi Johnny."

Johnny gave her a half smile, and turning to you " Hey. I hope you don't mind me hogging the shower for a bit."

You wave at him to tell him to go ahead, he walked towards your room to put his bag down.

" Did you tell Simon." She ask as she lead you to sit down on the couch with glass of water.

" I did... and... I don't know, what was I expecting? Him to jump up and down with joy with the news? Oh Gawd, I feel so stupid.. "

Pulling you in for a hug, Emma chided ' Oh stop it, you are not stupid. You did what you can. Forget the asshole, we will be here to help you. Now, what is your brother doing here?"

" He said he's gonna stay with me for few days and make sure I am alright.. with drama aside, I think he is secretly excited to be an uncle." Soap's eyes lit up when you grabbed his hand to feel the baby kicking while driving. You are sure he is going to be a great uncle that will spoil the kids rotten.

" I am sure he is." Emma smiled.

" You don't mind if he stays on the couch for few days right?"

" Oh NONONO, Not at all, not a bother at all. " Is that a blush on Emma's face you just saw?

Two of you chatted for a little bit more before Johnny emerges from the shower and you three said your goodnight after setting him up on the sofa couch in the living room.

Taking a quick shower , winding down in bed, you were half hoping you get a text from Simon. Nothing. Gaz texted through though just to quickly check on how you are going. You replied with a smile emoji and threw your phone on charge.

Reality is starting to set in. You are going to have to raise the children without their father. Their emotionless, asshole father.

To who you fell in love. Very much.

And now he broke your heart.

A/N : Ghost is just being a emotionless asshole here. This poor boy got issue. he doesn't think he deserves happiness, so he pushes everything away. including Mini. hurting her immensely in the process.

BTW, I saw this brilliant imagine art by ShkretArt on what they think Simon looks like under the mask... that is my Simon face for my fic now ( Sorry Samuel Roukin lol ) Go check it out here:

"Simon/Ghost" - Credit to : @shkretart

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This was requested!

Brotherly love. (Headcannons. How would they treat each other)

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Dick Grayson ₊˚ପ⊹

Dick for sure would pamper every one of his brothers. Even if they dislike it or show ungratefulness (secretly they all love it).

With Damian he'd for sure take him to the zoo for example or go visit museums about art and help him with school.

If Damian has a crush and Dick finds our ohhh boyyy you can count on Dick teasing Damian, but also give advice on how to handle it since Damian doesn't know how to handle these kinds of stuff since he always got teached it's weakness. "I love you, little Dami"

With Jason Dick for sure would help his brother with his nightmares, panick attacks, meltdowns, flashbacks etc. If Jason's having a panick attack. "You're okay Jason. He's not here and you're safe. At the manor" Oh be sure Dick would be ready to help him calm down and after pamper him with the help of Alfred of some cookies and hot chocolate and a blanket, a good book or a movie.

If Jason is stressing out he'd go to hit it all away against a punch bag but would later go on a walk with Dick, he would listen to Jason's frustrations etc.

If Jason has a crush, Dick would wanna know *everything*. This man wouldn't live Jason down. But he'd help Jason for sure too since when he died he missed out on the teenage love. So if he has a crush he's acting like a teenage boy in love.

With Tim Dick would force him to take breaks, he knows Tim's a hard worker, but boy, with his addiction for coffee and his need to show people he's able to do it, he often doesn't sleep for a *whole week. Dick would definitely put his computer off and throw the coffee away. And say like "Work is done. You can do it later, Tim."

Tim would protest but eventually listen to Dick and get in bed. Since he doesn't take good care off himself Dick often stops by too force Tim to take breaks. He knows Tim has the need to prove the batfamily something, but Dick would comfort him and say

"You don't need too prove yourself to us, Tim. We're already proud of you and we couldn't wish for a better brother"

Jason Todd༉‧₊˚.

With Dick he may be a bit softer too, like if someone hurts him. Oh boy. The house is too small. He's already planning the funeral of the person.

While Dick may come off as a confident and strong person, deep inside he has the insecurity that people will leave him. And Jason knows that cause he has the same feeling. If Jason notices Dick feeling down he'd for sure take Dick to like a cafe or a restaurant or a movie to cheer him up.

I have also the feeling they'd pull pranks on Damian and Tim. Jason would obviously go into extreme and Dick trying to talk him out off it.

"Hey idiot, we're family here. You told me that when I got back from that pit. And we're not leaving you behind."

Tim Drakeׂׂૢ

I have the feeling he wouldn't really try to give something to his brothers but if they ask for sure he'll be there. Or if it's like really serious.

If Dick is hurt he'll rush up to help Alfred with the wounds and since it's Dick he'll basically tie him up on the bed. (Just kidding.) Or am I. No it's a joke, chill out. But he'll basically force Dick to rest. "You taught me to take care off yourself. So you should as well."

Tim would love to do sparring training with Dick so he can learn more from him. He could teach Tim more cool tricks with his bow staff.

With Jason Tim would be a bit more awkward since Jason's a violent and rough guy. Also since he's the most buffed and tallest in the family for Tim he's a bit intimidating. But at the same time he looks also up at Jason.

Like for one Tim would always come to Jason if someone made fun of child!Tim. And Jason would for sure give him advice on beating someone up and if Bruce passes he'll tell Tim it's a joke, but when Bruce leaves he'll tell him it's a joke.

Comes to Jason to learn new combat attacks. "hey Jason! Can you teach me that cool new combat attack you had today??"

With Damian Id be more difficult since Damian's jealous off Tim. He has the need to prove he can be as great like Tim. Greater even.

So when Tim talks to Damian why they have a problem with each other and Tim finally understands Damian, he'd give him a big hug and tell him it's alright. And that he doesn't have anything to prove. "You don't have to prove anyone anything, Damian. You're perfect the way you are"

Damian Wayne𓆩♡𓆪

With Dick he'd for sure show a softer side. Like I said with Dick they would for sure go to parks together to feed ducks or go to the forest to admire the birds and chipmunks.

Damian would show his drawings to Dick (it's personal to him so Dick is obviously honoured.) And I believe he would make a small head statue of Dick or a mini sculpture. If Damian drew something new he would run to Dick with excitement and hold it up. "Grayson, I tried to draw this girl on my school. She's my new friend."

If anyone I tried to hurt Dick or already did hurt him, Jason and he would be *the guys* to plan the person's funeral and go to kill him.

With Jason they'd do the meanest pranks on Bruce. Like these guys would have NO MERCY on the poor old man. I'm not kidding. Ones Bruce woke up with a 3D printed body of Jason Todd when he was Robin and Bruce started freaking out since he thought he was still dreaming. (They all got on camera)

They'd be like partners in crime. No kidding. They'd judge anyone, but don't care if they're the ones being judged.

Also Damian would randomly buy Jason books he has on his book list and leave like a note with it. "Hope you enjoy your book, Todd."

With Tim I'd be more a comedian show. Or yeah. Kinda. Jason would film the whole thing while Damian forced Tim to rest with a katana against his throat. You'd have Tim running around the manor while he's being chased with an angry (but secretly) worried Damian forcing Tim to rest or take a break.

If Tim wants something but doesn't have the time too or so he says, Damian would force Tim to go visit him together. (Uses excuses like: Drake, I need to go to there for a school project. Let's go) to cover he just wants Tim to have some break and peace too.

(Everyone knows every brother would happily kill someone if someone's gotten hurt. Like no kidding.)

Bonus: if we were their sibling, they would let no one near us. For protection.:)

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[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 26-Honour

Marinette looked back at her phone, trying to follow the directions to Cosmic Threads. She was new to Gotham, but it had been listed as one of the best fabric stores in the city. She couldn't wait to create her latest design.

As she turned the corner, she was bowled over by a group of older boys.

"Sorry!" they shouted, as the continued to run down the street.

Marinette sighed as she picked up her phone from the floor. As she picked it up, she noticed a black wallet on the floor.

'Must belong to one of those boys. I can drop it off on my way back from the store.'

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was face to face with The Penguin.

'Son of a bitch! No wonder why they ran! They at least could have warned me!'

The batboys winced when they saw the girl they had run into, in the arms of The Penguin. He had his umbrella gun pointed right at her and she didn't look happy. She didn't even look scared; she looked pissed off. Once they entered the fight, it wasn't hard for him to claim her as a hostage. All it had taken was a well thrown batarang to knock the umbrella out of his hand, but he had quickly tossed her off to the side. Red Hood protected her and told her to run through a side exit and was gone. No more distractions. Marinette quickly ran out only to run into the cops.

'Looks like I can't go shopping today. Guess I might as well return the wallet.'

Marinette looked inside and saw a Gotham ID. The wallet belonged to Damian Wayne.

After Marinette had given her statements, she turned to leave. She turned towards the crowd and saw the boys from before. Marinette walked up to them and threw the wallet at them.

"Thanks for the tip, Assholes!" she shouted.

Damian picked up the wallet and looked inside, "So, how much did you steal?"

Marinette was quick to punch him in his face, breaking his nose.

"You-" he cried out.

Jason and Dick held Damian in place, as she glared at him.

"How honorable you are, Coward." She sneered.

Marinette turned away and quickly let the scene. Jason let go of Damian's shirt and started laughing. Dick called for a medic to come look at his youngest brother. Tim sighed, and looked down.

'Blood? Was she injured by the Penguin?'

Tim left to follow. It hadn't been that hard to catch up with her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine." she growled and continued walking.

Tim looked her over and noticed a gash on her leg. Rapidly, he picked her up. Marinette started struggling, trying to break free.

"Hey! Put me down! Help! Help!" Mari began to scream, as Tim took her back to the crime scene.

"Hey!" Tim called out, "She needs medical attention. She's just stubborn!"

"I can take care of myself" Marinette cried out.

"Oh, really?" Damian questioned, as he held a cloth to his nose, "What were you going to do? Stitch yourself up?"

"Yes." Mari answered.

Damian recoiled in shock. He looked her up and down. The gash was the length of her inner calf and appeared deep.

"I doubt you have the medical training to handle something of that magnitude." Damian declared.

"And I doubt you know how to be a gentleman!" she replied, "Oh, wait! You already proved that."

Damian glared at her as Drake hesitantly set her down.

"I can do it myself." Marinette explained.

"I can't allow that!" the EMT stated

"I was brought back against my will and do not wish to receive medical attention." she spoke, crossing her arms.

"Where are your parents?" the EMT questioned.

Marinette smiled, "Isn't emancipation the best."

The Wayne boys and the medical attendant looked at her in shock.

"Can anyone look after you?" they asked, "I have to accept you refused treatment, but I'd rather not have you go later to a hospital for blood loss."

Marinette rolled her eyes and picked up the cleaning solution from the ambulance. After she sprayed the solution on her, she grabbed the stitching needle with the thread. She quickly and easily stitched herself up. She wrapped her leg with cotton and gauze.

"Like sewing a shirt." She quipped.

Marinette hopped off the back of the ambulance and walked away.

Damian quickly grabbed her hand. Mari turned and glared at him.

"You are right. I should have spoken up as we rushed by, even grabbed your hand." he stated, "Let me do the honor of walking you home."

"I don't know." Marinette spoke, "You might attract more rouges along the way."

"Dinner then?" he suggested, "Come have dinner with us and I can make sure you are given a ride home."

She sighed, "You're not gonna stop until you redeem yourself, are you?"

"I'm told I stubborn." Damian declared.

Marinette looked at him and relented.

"Fine, but if I don't go home by seven, I'm calling the cops for kidnapping." she answered, "I'm already behind work because of you and have to get up earlier to get what I need now."

"Your injury won't hinder you?" he questioned, "Can't your boss give you a break?"

"I'm my own boss." Marinette smiled, "I do comission work from my own home. I was on my way to Cosmic Threads for some fabric."

"Maybe I can pay for your fabric then." Damian inquired.

Marinette winced, "I take hours to shop. I know exactly what I need and I'm picky when it comes to the quality of my work. It also won't be a frugal purchase."

"Don't worry." he smirked, "I can pay for it."

"Your wallet's funeral." She smiled back.

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meaty… hey meaty… MEATY!

What if library patron Sevika met you at the library. What if YOU were a librarian!?!?! Would she have a panic attack upon meeting you? Love at first sight for both parties? Would you give her extended checkout dates free of charge? Would you have book recommendations ready for her on her expected visits (cause she only comes on days when she knows you're working)? Would she try to fluster you by checking out some very steamy and suggestive titles? Maybe try to woo you with a new language she just learned from her latest book run? Just... some thoughts.

Love your fics and art! <33

Oh, oh.. is this... my fIRST EVER REQUEST?!?! I'll panic later!! Now, there's work that must be done!!

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ּ Modern Library Patron Sevika ּ pt2 ּ 1,167

ּ Whether it was refuge, hideaway or a sanctuary, the city’s library has grown closely intimate with Sevika’s constant presence. She could count the divisions, shelfs, seating areas with her eyes closed. Knows the number of steps she’d have to take in order to reach any given corner of the place and the staff had nothing but admiration to express whenever they spoke of her. 

ּ Rarely ever needs help finding anything, but for the kind purpose of making the elderly library’s keepers feel helpful she’d spring a question here and there. She had stuck to this place since moving to the city and never failed to show up, marked many of her favorite pieces here. Repeatedly.

ּ While the library’s usually vacant most of the year it also has its fair share of visitors as the seasons changed, going rather lively when students from nearing schools would need a scenic, tranquil place to call a study room. 

ּ So naturally, when she first saw you plonking a tower of books she looked on you as though you were another undergraduate wanting to prep for some eminent exam, and usually her notion would be spot on— it rarely ever happens that someone would linger around the library for the lone fun of reading, so Sev would easily detach from her active surroundings and retain focus on the book at hand.

ּ “Oh! Uh, that would actually be right here, ma’am.”,,

ּ Your phantom-like coming up from behind made her jump, caught the book before it slipped off the shelf. She didn’t even hear you walk in, pointing to the shelving unit on the opposite side of her. 

ּ “That book? Goes with these, yeah?” 

ּ She paused, not cuz of the scare but a lovely scatter in your eyes. Maybe it was the scores of hanging lamps on the ceiling formulating a celestial constellation that seemed to glint through your eyeballs, whatever it could’ve been, it certainly was a sight to behold when she looked down at you.

ּ Girl was stuck with the book hanging in the air too long, you had to break this trance she was in and take it, put it back on the right shelf. And it worked, with a needed head shake, she fixed herself up.

ּ “Uhm, sorry, you a- you are ah..”,,

ּ Holding up the card Id around your neck, “I work here! Well, since today.” 

ּ “Oh.” 

ּ Tugged her lips into a half smile at your bubbly disclosure. It hit her, a new employee, a young one.

ּ “Uh, sorry I must’ve remembered wrong, heh.”, “Thank you.”,,

ּ And scrammed outa that tight spot, not the space splitting the shelfs apart but that flurry of strange urges which she read so much about. Feeling lightheaded, she went to a less occupied corner of the library to deal with the turmoil.

ּ You had questions of your own, and likewise, it was every bit strange finding out that someone like her could be the renowned Sevika the keepers would talk your ears off about. A fashionable one too. Maybe you will keep working here after all, hmm.

ּ Who’d soon learn your timetable like clockwork and match up to it— that was made possible after countless days of waiting on you to come in only for her to get it wrong and ends up withering away in the library for long hours, lifelessly drives back home. 

ּ But ultimately, catches up with you so well that not an instance goes by where you’d be around without her also being there.

ּ Sometimes she’d arrive right on cue and spots you walking on the sidewalk then dashes to hold the door open for you, spurring a cheery exchange of greetings, life updates and a few chuckles. 

ּ Would start coming up with bags of coffee she’d have bought for you and the staff, and while the elder librarians believed that Sevika was in some altruistic mood, you always had an inkling it was something more.

ּ Probably cuz of the very apparent hysteria erupting in her each work day. You’d clock in a few minutes late to your shift and immediately notice her head standing out in the deserted place, doing your best to keep your eyes to yourself as her little figure goes restless, skimming pages mindlessly, stealing glances, shaking her legs and oh the panic. 

ּ She’d make it her mission to try and empress you by circling up a bunch of books all within your interest and checks them out— was able to catch the title of a cover that seemed to absorb you completely after tailing you one day. You’d be flabbergasted, screaming internally at the chance of fellowship with her.

ּ “Those are some nice choices today.”,,

ּ Poor girl, can’t help but freeze at your appraises.

ּ “Oh, uh, yeah th- thanks, heh.”,,

ּ Who’d never put any of your recommended pieces down until she’d scanned it cover to cover, sometimes twice. Comes back to you with high spirits and positive feedback.

ּ “it was uh- it was great, heh, I really liked it. Got more titles for me today?”,,

ּ You’d ready a list for her on the daily then go scour the library looking for the books together. You always found this activity extremely fun, as did Sev, it was the catalyst of many inside jokes, more comfort in each other’s company and eventually built in trust.

ּ To such an extent that you’d instinctively give her a free pass to return books whenever she wanted. You didn’t think to speak it though, thought it was implied enough, but that was before she forgot to bring in a borrowed piece on its due date— her body took a screenshot upon reviewing her record, lost hearing in one ear and god, you've never heard as many apologies coming from the same person in your whole life before.

ּ Who falls prey to her dopey whims and puts 50 shades of gray in front of you to list, sending the both of you into a soaring fluster and a train of stutters for conversation. It’d catch you by surprise seeing as only yesterday she was halfway through a brainy philosophical read, wherever did this come from?

ּ Not her best moment, just another attempt to drop a hint at you. Winds up as surprised with herself as you are.

ּ She’d casually slip in something about that Arabic language book she’s been reading in the middle of your longer chats, strikes a pose and prattles on knowing only half of what she’s saying but you couldn’t care less, not with this foreign eargasm dripping outa her mouth like honey. You’d sit there with shivers running down your back from how much deeper her voice dives pronouncing those sharp syllables. 

ּ And most definitely offers you a ride when your shifts ended, you’d decline for the reason that your place is in walking distance from the library but that doesn’t stop her from asking anyway.

ּ You know you’ll say yes one of those days, though, seeing how things slowly develop is interesting. For the time being.

,,, ּ pt1

ּ Anon... nony... NUNU! -this means baby where I'm from lol- you've got a nice head on you there, sparked a ton of new ideas in me too! Goodness!! And I thought I couldn't write her any cuter (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ I also rly like how you captured her in the actual library, this just had to be a whole thing on its own. Thank you <33

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Hiiii I was wondering if I can get a Klaus x gf reader where Bonnie wipes her memory of klaus as a way maybe to get revenge on him but they didn’t know all that Klaus did for her so all she can really do is sit in the boarding house till something happens. So bc klaus is klaus he finds witches of his own (maybe Davina because reader was/ is her best friend and when she heard about what they had done to her she helps gets revenge) and Davina either makes Bonnie or does it herself to give her memories back but also due to the stress of having everything pushed back into her head she’s in some kind of coma and klaus had to go into her head and help her piece them back together if any of this makes sense id appreciate this

Have we met before? | Klaus Mikaelson

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synopsis: Bonnie had enough. Everything she wanted was to live her life at peace. She wasn't looking for problems, but they all seen to find her. And don't matter how much she tries, he always end up hurting her. Bonnie could be sad for you, but Klaus Mikaelson had it coming. [1K]

warnings: angst with happy ending. vampire stuff. damsel in distress. no one dies.

ps: thanks for your request my love! God, that reminds me of a ep on Harley Quinn and.... you may say I took a little bit of inspiration. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Bonnie never mean to harm you. Bonnie never mean to use your compassion against you. Bonnie never mean to trap you. Bonnie never mean to hurt you.

But enough is enough.

She knew that you wanted to stop that war. You were truly trying to make Klaus give up on this plan against Elena. He was already a hybrid, so why he wanted an army so bad? What rest to conquer? Bonnie knew you wanted peace, and she used that against you.

Bonnie tried, but she couldn't hurt Klaus Mikaelson in a way that really matters. In a way that would stop him. Elena, Caroline, Alaric, Damon, Stefan, Jeremy, herself: they all lose family, lovers, friends, themselfs. And Klaus didn't lose a damn thing. Bonnie didn't knew how to hurt him that badly, not until she saw the way the hybrid glare at you.

Klaus care about you. He goes for you when he is hurt. He look for you when he need a opinion. He actually listen to what you say. And when you bleed, he get scare. "His heartbeat almost turn me deaf," murmured Damon when you hurt your knees trying to stop Klaus from killing him. That surprised Bonnie. Klaus didn't feel hunger or desire: the hybrid only feel fear.

Bonnie had nothing against you, but you should know better.

Bonnie called you saying that she had found a way to give Klaus what he wanted, but that she needed you help to make him agree. "I will help you," you said soflty. That break her heart later. How you believed her. How you truly did. "What I need to do?"

You got to her house without telling Klaus anything. If a powerfull witch found a way to stop him, you were sure that Klaus wouldn't be happy about you helping her. But what could you do? Sit and let he burn everything around him for more power? You just wanted to go back to New Orleans. And you aren't the only one to think that way, Elijah want the same.

"I am so glad you call me" In front of her, you couldn't imagine what would happen. You didn't notice how, while you drunk all the tea she made for you, Bonnie didn't take a sip of her cup. "What will we do?"

"I found a way to make him understand that nothing on this city really matters", the witch aswered.

You lick your suddenly dry lips. You were looking for the right word, but they all became a mess. It was like none of them matters anymore. It was difficult to open your mouth.

"That is," you hold the cup tighter. You look down, seeing those green leaves, and realize that Bonnie didn't told you what she made for you. It was sweet and nice, but it didn't taste like anything you had before. A burning spred through your mouth. "All I could ask for."

"I know," Bonnie smiled. She stand up and walked to your armchair. She kneel in front of you and took the cup from your hands. You tried to grab it, but your arms didn't move. You couldn't move. Bonnie caressed you hand, you saw it, but you didn't feel her touch. "Now is time for you to close your eyes. I promisse it won't hurt that much."

Klaus could understand if you needed to spend a day alone. Klaus could understand if you decided to not join him and Elijah to dinner. Sometimes you need to be alone, and that include not being around your loved ones. Klaus could understand a lot of things, but he respect his instincts.

Something was wrong. Klaus didn't had a way to know that, but he knew. Something is wrong. He could had said to himself that he was being dumb, but that would be lying. You wouldn't simply evaporate. Thats not something you would do. If you wanted space, then you would had said that. Something is wrong.

Klaus made his hybrids go after his lover. All he wanted was to hear the right combination of words. Your mate is fine. Your mate was just enjoying a time with some friends. Your mate lost her phone. Your mate is safe. He waited for the last hybrid with a necessity to cry. Part of him knew that only the last hybrid would be able to say something more than sorry. But Klaus couldn't imagine that he would came with you passed out on his arms.

"I found her passed out around the neighborhood." Probably the hybrid continued talking, but Klaus wasn't able to listen. All he could do was to look at you.

You didn't look like you were sleeping. Your cracked lips, the way your eyes continued moving even closed, how your lips murmur something that he wasnt able of understand. Your pink nails dug wounds against the soft skin of your hand, You didn't look like you were just sleeping.

"My love," Klaus took you from the hybrid and carried your body to your shared bedroom. Tears burned his eyes. "I will take care of you."

Under the blankets, you still not responding to his voice. He caress your hair and kissed your forehead. Klaus knelt down in front of you, with the lights off, and cried. "I will avenge you," said Klaus. "I will burn whoever hurt you."

A knock on the door made Klaus look up. "I called Davina," informed Elijah. He thought about saying this another time, but he knew what his brother needed: a target. "She was found near Bonnie's house."

Klaus kissed you forehead again, then got up and locked the door. Ignoring Elijah, he walked to whatever room was next to him. There, Klaus broke all the furniture. "I should have killed her when I had the chance."

"Maybe, but that does not matter anymore." Elijah hold him close, trying to make his brother's brain work again. "But now we need to help her. Niklaus, don't do anything that could harm her more."

"Where is Davina?"

"Rebekah is bringing her." Elijah walked away. "I know what you want, but don't hurt the witch. Not yet."

"It was a spell," Davina was sit beside your sleep body. "But it wasn't made for she to be paralised. No, something went wrong with it."

"Can you save her or not?" Shouted Klaus.

Davina looked at him. Rebekah didn't even let her chance her clothes, she just entered her home saying that her presence was needed. Her nightgown was covered by a cardigan Elijah gave to her.

"I think so." Davina turned to you. She put her forehead against yours, feeling your cold skin. Davina thought Rebekah was rude about not saying why she was need, but now she understand. If she explained what happened to you, how sick you look, Davina would be still crying. "But I will need help."

"More witches?" asked Rebekah.

"No. I know that the spell went wrong, but I don't know what spell she is on. What I know is that she is awaken somewhere inside her head. I've done that before, and it is easier if someone that share a bond with her help me."

"I will do anything." Klaus got closer to Davina. "Just tell me, and I do it."

Davina got up. She walked around the room, trying to calm herself down. "I need you to wake her up."

"We all tried," Rebekah breath out. "It didn't worked, as you can see."

"You will need to find her", Davina ignored Rebekah. She guided Klaus to the other side of the bed. "And you need to do it quickly. Do you understand me?"

Klaus lay down beside his lover. "Do what you need to do."

"Help my girl," Davina licked her lips. "Ille ad eam. Inveniet eam intus. Eam ad ille." Klaus convulsed, it was like lightning had hit him. Unable to do anything to find himself, Klaus held the hand of the woman he loved. "Ille ad eam. Inveniet eam intus. Eam ad ille."

And as soon as it started, it ended.

"It's done." Ravina turned to those other Mikalesons. "Now its on him."

A white room. Nothing more than a white room. Klaus stood up. It was so bright. As he walked, he realized he couldn't actually see any wall. He keep walking, and walking, and walking. Until the saw the oak door.

It burned when he touched it, but he was able to get to the other side.

Now, all he could see was the green of the garden. He didn't knew this place, but he could felt the love. It was innocent. It was warm. It was safe. If smell like childhood. And she was sit there, with a butterfly walking on her finger. She was awake, and smiling, and not hurt. She was... safe.

"Have we met before?" You asked, still looking at the butterfly.

"You could say that," Klaus felt a little bit tipsy. What he need to do? Suddenly he couldn't remember. It was so warm. So safe. "Do you like here?"

"You could say that," a smirk appeared on your face. "You don't belong here, do you?"

Klaus breath in. "I don't think so but I... I can't remember why I am here. Do you know why I am here?"

The butterfly decided that it had enough of you and fly away. You looked at him. "I don't even know why I am here. I just know that I have to forget something, but maybe I already forgot it."

Klaus sit beside the woman, admiring the garden. "So why don't you just go away? Keep walking and maybe you can find something."

"Maybe. But I am affraid of what I could find. So affraid I can't even walk." Klaus reached out to her, his stronge hands waiting for her touch. "I do it with you."

"Are you sure? You are not affraid of what we could find out there?" You asked. "It could be anything."

"I hope so." Klaus smiled. "I hope we could find anything. Maybe we can even find everything. Isn't fun?"

And when you touch his hand, everything just...

"They woke up!" screamed Elijah.

"Who wouldn't with you screaming like that?"" You yawned. When you felt Klaus's height on you, your smile was natural. You hugged him back. "Happy to see me, darling?"

"Do you remember what happened?" Davina asked. Your smile found a way to be even brighter. "The witch promissed it wouldn't hurt that much. She lied."

"Say what you want me to do", Klaus finally was able to use his words. He didn't let you go. You couldn't wish for something different. "One word from your mouth and she is dead."

You hesitated.

"You can have your fun," you said, finally. "I just want to watch."

"As you wish."

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Well — I can’t believe it’s over. Moonlight Chicken was… I’ll get the words for it. Satisfying is the first one that comes to mind. And MC was my first beginning-to-end fandom on Tumblr. The big brains, the META, the psychological and cultural analyses! I’m a peon in a sea of passionate geniuses here. I love this community so much.

Where do we start. Moonlight Chicken, episode 8/finale thoughts and impressions. As usual, quick hits first, then the big thinks.

1) So much wonderful fan service. And I know that fan service can often take a show out, and when fan service is included in a script, I’m sure that at times, it makes directors and screenwriters grit their teeth. But I’m REALLY THANKFUL for all the fan service with all the couples, and yes, I’m including First and Khao here, because — come awn, the way these two almost OVERACTED their relaxedness at the bank and the food truck at the end, I was giggle-crying. Had we seen Alan smile any bigger at any other point in the show than at the food truck? THE SWAPPING OF THE CHAT IDs? THOSE CUTE LOOKS? KHAO’S little head shakes? THE TURN AFTER RECEIVING THAT MYSTERY CHAT? THANK YOU, AOFFFFF, thank yoooouuuu! Thank you for knowing exactly what you were doing for us and our ships, ha.

A dear anon recommended My School President to me, and I’m gonna definitely watch it, because I’m officially a GemFourth stan. More on this later, but I absolutely adored that their storyline took up a huge chunk of screentime. Besides the storyline interweaving beautifully with the major theme arcs of this last episode, their chemistry just could not be better. It’s been well documented how Fourth has been EATING his role, but Gemini, too! The TEXTS! The knowing looks! How much Gemini is able to communicate just by looking at Fourth. SO SATISFYING AND FULFILLING, GAAAHH.

And, and, and — forgive me for being sentimental. Because I’m still so new to this wonderful world of Aof’s work and Thai BLs, I didn’t have to wait as long as so many of y’all in the family for Earth and Mix to reunite in such a good script. But I was still feeling the nostalgia early in the series at seeing these two together, and I felt it so strongly in this episode. Jim FINALLY breaking out of his shell. Calling Wen his boyfriend. Leaning in to make a move (on the wonderful couch). Holding Wen’s hand and squeezing it in response to Wen. Gah. Too great.

Just, like….. how are these GMMTV couples SO GOOD? HOW ARE THEY SO GOOD TOGETHER? (Yes, not quite accurate to call AlanGaipa a couple, but shhhhh.) Anyway, sighs of happiness.

2) LENG. Gossipy. Luv u. Sneaky b.

3) I know we kinda despise her (and by “we,” I mean all of my inner children who want to grab these guilt-stricken, “what do I do nowwwww” whine-whine parents by the throat), but umm, Jam’s a 10! She cute! I liked her mall outfit, I cannot lie.

Jam came full circle. She admits to her shit. She figures out how to come thru in the most sensible way she can. I’ll offer more thoughts in a bit, but I’m actually a little glad that we didn’t get the rage scene that I so WANTED to see in episode 7. She’s ready to pony up for school. That’s the best way she can help, and I’m glad she was written as figuring that out.

What did I see happen to Jam? She leaned into the kind of parenting and family building that she could manage at this point in her life. What she was CAPABLE of, she did. She created a family table for ALL her family. To show that kind of blended family, eating all together, at peace, with a small child in their presence…. to have created a warm environment where Jim could finally, comfortably come out without judgement. She replicated the same table that Jim himself had created at his diner. She’s paying her dues back to BOTH her brother AND her son, both of whom she rejected and abandoned.

I have to hand it to Aof. My inner child’s heart is wrecked at this, but I have to hand it to him. He treats bad parents with compassion. ATOTS, Bad Buddy, and now here. He doesn’t blame bad parents for who they ARE — he instead skewers WHERE THEY CAME FROM, the culture from which these styles of parenting are borne. God, Aof. That’s not necessarily emotionally purging for Asian kids traumatized by the unexplored impact of filial piety. But it’s much more of a realistic artistic meditation, a FAIR one. I see what he did with Jam, and I ultimately have to appreciate it, even if I was dying for a rage episode. I appreciate that Aof, as an artist, will not succumb to base emotion simply because it’s the surface feeling. He will always dig and layer what ends up truly working as an emotionally balanced meditation.

4) Big themes. Once again — a return to the balance between old and new cultures and perspectives, and how us oldies get pulled along into the new age. But also, in this episode, we were reminded of what youngsters bring with THEM, from THEIR pasts, into their future.

This episode focused on Jim’s movement and Li Ming’s movement. Oh, my heart. I’ll start with Li Ming.

Li Ming is really a hero of mine — I think what he demonstrates for me is that youthful FEARLESSNESS towards change that we admire youngsters for so much — while us oldie parents are also worried about them, we fear for them, because we know that there are potholes and pitfalls when change can happen quickly and blindingly.

I think that's what Jim was referring to when he says to Jam that Li Ming helped him (Jim) find his maturity. That was at the core of the night talk that took place in episode 7. I think Jim saw, in Li Ming, what Jim *needed* to see in Li Ming to trust Li Ming with Li Ming's own growth. Jim needed to see that Li Ming could consider his options, and be more emotionally sophisticated and aware than Jim ever has been.

And, I think -- that helped Jim TRUST Li Ming. That wonderful short conversation between Li Ming and Jim, where Jim confirms with Li Ming that Jim is just *worried* about Li Ming, like a parent.

When Li Ming says, "love isn't that big of a deal." When Li Ming talks about other ways that life needs to be sustainable.

Li Ming KNOWS Jim, and knows HOW TO TALK TO JIM.

How brilliant is that, to see that in someone so young, just dominate you, an older person, by way of emotional knowledge and sophistication? Jim had no choice, in my read, but to trust Li Ming -- and, maybe, take some inspiration and take that sophistication, and internalize it, so that he (Jim) could begin to relax and find happiness as well.

5) The other story about Li Ming's movement is between him and Heart, and as I said before, I'm just totally sold on GeminiFourth as a pairing, because their dynamic was really perfect for the growth that needed to be demonstrated between the two of them.

HEART! We saw Heart shoot his shot, dang it! HEART! With his wanting a boyfriend, with his parents learning sign language, with PEOPLE AROUND HIM LEARNING HOW TO TALK TO HIM. On multiple levels, even if we didn't see all of it actively (like with Heart's parents), Heart made demands and shot his shots, just like Li Ming did with his own family.

GOOD GOD -- could Aof have used this motif more wonderfully, so EFFICIENTLY? Young people get shit done! No holds barred, they can bolt through their own obstacles, their own barriers, to get shit done. Young people aren't held down by the past, like some old uncles we know.

And yet. Young people CAN ALSO RESPECT THE PAST, AND BRING LONG-STANDING CULTURE WITH THEM -- as Heart and Li Ming showed at the temple, as Li Ming danced as a lion, bringing in the Lunar New Year (FULL CIRCLE from when the series premiered, y'all!) AND THAT'S GROWTH. That's how the world spins, that's how Pattaya spins -- a place caught in the middle between the old and the new, the historic and the modern. Just like Li Ming and Heart, they are always growing, always maturing, and fast, like young people do, before they get stagnant-ish and older-ish, like Uncle Jim.

6) And then we see the growth paradigm with Jim, as reflected in the mirror of Li Ming. We see Jim -- finally -- loosening up. We see Jim come out as paired up with Wen to his sister. We see them on a date, a romantic date on the beach. (Sure, Jim is still an old dad, complaining about the food or whatever, geez, Jim.)

We see him close the old place, and open a new place. We see that new place as a new and modern way to hold over the old culture -- khao man gai, outside, under the stars, the way it's supposed to be eaten in an equatorial country.

I'm borrowing the following screencap from @hummingbirdsinjune:

We see Jim, finally, reflecting. We see him reflecting on how people were able to move forward, people like Jam and Gaipa, while he reflected on how he was held back. We see him figuring out how he won't hold himself back, and won't LET HIMSELF BE HELD BACK, anymore. He cancels the lease to let go. He, finally, wants to be in control. He sells the car, one of his last links to Beam. And commits to moving forward in so many ways.

And he stays in Pattaya. So we know -- he's still going to be connected to the old ways, the historic culture, of Pattaya.

And when Wen choose to decline the job. When Wen -- AND JIM -- decide to build a home together. Home isn't anything modern. Home is HOME. Home is history. Home is building history together. Jim is both leaving things behind.... and leaving nothing behind. Because he's building all he needs in his life once more.

The building of home with Wen. That's what ultimately took me out about this episode.

7) I believe I finally got the khao man gai analogy to the show that I long wanted before the show premiered. As with Jam's table at her husband's house, when the guys were sitting and eating at the diner before the diner closed. Jim's family, Jim's community. How food brings everyone together. That was a presage, I think, for the home he was going to eventually build with Wen. Y'all know I wanted this, and I'm so glad I got it. Yay, chicken rice.

I'm totally going to have more thoughts over the next few days, but this is what I got for now. I'm so in debt to Aof as an Asian fan of his dramas for giving us such unbelievable commentary on culture and family. We are INCREDIBLY LUCKY to have this artist making these shows. They are so important to me as an Asian, as a lover of my culture and Asian cultures, as an Asian child and mother also struggling with the balance of old and new values and cultural rituals. Aof's shows teach me so much, about extra- and introspection, and Moonlight Chicken was absolutely no exception.

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Okay, so. Thoughts on Charley, his resurrection, and the retcons...

The teal deer of this post is this -- I don't think a heel-turn, as presented in canon, makes much sense. But, with a different motivation, and a couple of changes to the plot, I think it could have made for a very emotionally impactful story.

This post is going to be long, so get a drink and settle in. And it's gonna get image-heavy, so I'm putting it under a break, to preserve your dashboards as much as I can.

With that warning (seriously, this thing is at least four pages long, I'm sure), let's go --

See, what we get in canon is this: Charley was a Titan, he was killed by the Wildebeest, and that seems to have been the end of this impact on the story. (The New Titans (1988) #72).

Image ID: the Wildebeest, a supervillain in horned, bestial armor, pins Charley to the ground, tightening a garotte around his neck. "...Now I should kill you," he says, "I should keep tightening this wire until there's no air left in your lungs..."

(page seven)

(Disclaimer: I haven't gotten to this arc yet. My Titans read is still sitting circa 1987; I skipped ahead when I first started looking into Charley some time back)

So, Charley dies, and then Slade and Dayton just sorta. Leave his body there on the rocks. Which feels... rude? But also, they don't really know this kid, and what would they even do with his corpse anyway?

I dunno. It doesn't feel ooc for either of them, but it does feel strange, if that makes any sense

Anyway, that seems to be the last we see of Charley-boy until 2005, when he finally reappears in Hawkman (2002) #37

Image ID: Charley Parker, in updated armor, makes a dramatic entrance that takes up the whole page. His wings are spread proudly behind him as he alights. The dialogue reads "Nope. The name's Golden Eagle!"

So... How did he come back? What's the story here? Well, let's hear Charley's version of events:

Image ID: While fighting Carter Hall, Charley says the following over the course of two pages: "My father was a hero... A credit to his race. But everyone betrayed him! My mother deceived him... And then his so-called loyal friends were next! Eventually, even the Thanagarian people turned their backs on him!" ... "He was once a hero to this world, fighting side-by-side with the Justice League!" ... "I'm talking about Fel Andar, my father! You and Katar Hol destroyed him!"

(Hawkman (2002) #45)

Which... Okay, he's Fel Andar's son. That's a surprise, but plausible. As part of his cover, Fel was married to a human woman. That's part of the retcon they made back in Hawkworld, where Fel was introduced. Sure, there's a lot of weird stuff in here about Fel being a hero, but that could just be a kid wanting to believe that his deadbeat dad wasn't a total asshole. Charley's not a reliable narrator. But then it gets convoluted:

Image ID: Charley continues his story: "My grandfather was Andar Nal, who in 1947 during a mission to study Earth with his brother Andar Pul, had fallen in love with a woman named Naomi O'Neill. A year later, they gave birth to my father, Fel Andar, and he was raised on Thanagar... unaware that he was a child of two worlds." ... "...My father was dispatched to Earth by the war council as a spy, to prepare for Thanagar's eventual invasion. Like his father before him, he fell in love with an Earth woman, Sharon Parker, my mother, and as part of his cover as a sleeper agent ... he married her. Soon after, they had a son. I was four years old when Thanagar called my father to active duty."

Holy exposition dump, Batman! The part where Fel is half human feels new (and unnecessary?) to me, but the rest of this checks out so far... Given the caveats I've mentioned. Charley wants to believe his parents loved one another. He wants to believe his parents loved him. Anyone would, really, so we can't blame him for that. But this is about where the story starts to fall apart:

"...He couldn't allow Thanagar to know he had fathered a child. In their eyes it would have compromised his loyalties. As a result, my mother was reprogrammed to believe she was Hawkwoman, while I was given up for adoption. When my mother discovered the truth, she vowed to expose my father to the world. Fel Andar had already made his choice between Earth and Thanagar. With her dying breath, she destroyed his legacy."

...Okay, that... Mostly fits with what I remember from Hawkworld...? I mean, the part where Fel genuinely loved Sharon doesn't, but again, unreliable narrator. But the part I don't understand is... How this is supposed to make Charley sympathize with his father, instead of his mother. This is a story that paints Fel Andar as an awful man who betrayed the woman he loved and his son, Charley, who is telling this story, for the sake of a government and a planet that destroyed his family. He sucks.

"By this time, my father had already proven himself as a hero here on Earth and wanted to stay, but you returned from Limbo with the JSA and ruined everything."

I call bullshit! This didn't fucking happen? Did I miss a comic somewhere? What would he even have been staying for, if he'd betrayed his wife, lost his son, and tried to help destroy the planet?? There's no goddamn way I can believe this guy:

Image ID: Fel Andar, his secrets revealed, fires a massive alien weapon at his faux wife, Sharon Parker, amidst a burning house. As he does so, he tells her "Die like the dog you are."

(Hawkworld (1990) #23, pg5)

...Had any reason to stay. I'll keep the less kind language off the post, but this man hated Earth and the humans that lived on it.

Ugh, whatever. Charley, please continue.

"My father fled to Thanagar where, by the grace of his lineage, he was imprisoned... But spared the death penalty. He escaped and returned to Earth twice after my mother's death. Once when he gave me the Golden Eagle armor. And once as I lay dying on the coast of Long Island." (Hawkman (2002) #45)

...And. That's it. That's all he says. We're supposed to believe a high-profile prisoner managed to escape twice? That he willingly came back to Earth? Saved his mostly-human son? A son he loved, and felt no shame over? That doesn't line up with anything else we've seen about Thanagar or Fel Andar himself. And really, a lot of things about Charley's story here don't make any sense when you start to tug on the threads. Let's wheel it back to Charley's pre-Crisis origins here for a moment -- the clearest origins we get for how and when he got that armor:

Image ID: Sixteen-year-old Charley Parker, dressed in a homemade Hawkman costume, is running around playing pretend. His narration reads: "I was jumping down some steps, pretending to fly... When all of a sudden..." The Charley in the flashback takes over then, with internal monologue. "Ohhh! Being zapped by something... Feel tingly all over!" The next panel, he's midflight, the costume turned real. The narration box reads: "The next startling moment found me soaring high into the sky -- as if I'd been doing it all my life!" Flashback-Charley continues his monologue: "Holy cow! My imitation wings... My hood... They're not a costume anymore...! They're real... Alive... Part of me! I look like a real golden eagle.... Fly like one!"

(Justice League of America (1960) #117)

We find out, as this story goes on, that one of Hawkman's villains -- aggrieved at Carter's absence -- has accidentally magically turned Charley's dorky larp into reality. But that's period-typical silliness. We don't really see him again 'til the formation of the Titans West in Teen Titans (1966) #50, where he mentions how he's gotten wings that will last beyond Matter Master's meddling:

Image ID: Charley, speaking to the other members of the Titans West, says "Yeah! I met the Justice League once -- And Hawkman gave me this set of wings -- But I never met you!"

...Heavily summarized, key details missing, but sure.

Now, this is all pre-Crisis! Normally, I'd just dismiss this as having nothing to do with post-Crisis canon, and leave it at that. Except... Charley and Carter clearly have some sort of connection. If they don't, then where the hell did this photo come from?

Image ID: Charley, at his desk, examines a photograph of his younger self standing with Carter. Both are smiling, and dressed as their alter-egos.

(Hawkman (2002) #42)

Charley himself gives a version of events, one that I had at first dismissed as a complete lie. It's several pages of giant panels, but the short version is this: Charley had a rough life, growing up in orphanages and foster homes. He didn't think he had much of a future, and in his depression, attempted suicide. Carter saved him, gave him a job at the museum, and ultimately took him on as a sidekick. This is also in the midst of him claiming Carter is his biological father, and that he got the Golden Eagle armor from Carter and Adam Strange (Hawkman (2002) #43). As parts of this story are later revealed to be a lie (in issue #45), we can't quite be sure which parts are true.

But some of it must be. On top of that photograph, we have this little anecdote of Dick's:

Image ID: a partial panel wherein Dick, as Nightwing, is speaking to Wally, as Flash. He says: "Flash, you were one of us. You know the worst thing you can do to the Titans is to show up unannounced. You used to hate it when Aquaman and Hawkman would knock on the tower door for an impromptu "cookout" -- We all knew they were just keeping tabs on Garth and Charley." Wally, regretful, admits: "I... I guess that did bug the hell out of us."

(Teen Titans (2003) #6)

I checked the publication dates, and this bit of dialogue was in place a whole year before Charley's return. Is it just Geoff Johns wanting to namedrop his blorbo? Probably. But it has consequences for the whole narrative they're presenting here. After all, Dick would have no reason to bring up Charley and Carter, unless this was a real thing that had happened. And Wally would have no reason to corroborate the story.

Image ID: a gif of Oprah Winfrey asking her unseen interviewee "So what is the truth?"

WELP, if we're gonna figure that out, maybe we should see what Carter has to say on the subject. I mean, if this kid was his sidekick, he ought to have known him, right? Had some kind of reaction to seeing him come back from the dead?

Image ID: Two sequential panels from Hawkman (2002) #38. Carter wakes up in a hospital bed. Charley comes into the room, dressed in a suit, coffee mug in hand. He greets Carter: "Carter, I'm so glad to see you up and moving around. How are you feeling?" Carter answers with a question: "Do we know each other?" Charley replies: "Kind of. My name is Charles Edmund Parker... Formerly Golden Eagle. I was a Teen Titan." In the following panel, Carter says "I heard that Golden Eagle died awhile back." Extraneous dialogue has been cut.

...Oooooor not. Yikes on bikes, this sounds bad. No matter how you slice it, Charley looked up to Carter. They had a bond, a relationship of some kind. One that's compared, in that tiny little anecdote, to the relationship between Garth and Arthur. Carter is implied to be a goddamn father figure to Charley. And... Carter doesn't even recognize him. Doesn't remember Charley's name, or his moniker. Shows no reaction to him being dead, or alive, or alive after being fucking dead.

It's goddamn tragic, the story this presents us with. Charley was a kid who was so unbearably lonely, so hungry for a family, for connection. And then, for a fraction of a moment, he thought he had it. He was a hero, a Titan! He had a mentor he could learn from, friends he could trust! He had a home! A family! Finally, he had somewhere to belong!

And then... He lost it. He was lured into a trap and left to die, alone, on the cold rocky shore. Forgotten, completely, by his friends, by his mentor, by everyone who he'd believed loved him. He had no one.

Who wouldn't want revenge, after that?! Who wouldn't be in pain?!

But is any of that brought up? Is any of that stated to be why Charley is seeking revenge on Carter? No. You know why Charley wants to kill Carter and take the Hawkman mantle?

"All Carter Hall did was loot Nth metal from a Thanagarian battleship that crashed on Earth centuries ago! His blood isn't pure! He has no claim to the uniform or understanding of what it signifies!"

(Hawkman (2002) #44)

...Bro, what? This doesn't make any goddamn sense. By Charley's own admission, he's mostly human. He doesn't have a leg to stand on in that extremely gross, racist argument. Besides that, Carter was the first Hawkman. Fel was a fake, Katar was a successor. If anybody gets to decide what it means to be Hawkman, it's Carter.

This is fucking dumb. You had a perfectly good, understandable, valid motivation right there. And you just... Dropped the ball to make Charley be a piece of shit for no reason. Why. Why do you do this to me. To me specifically.

I mean, sure, in his prior characterization, he could be a bit of an ass:

Image ID: Two panels, out of sequence, from a conversation between Charley and Garth. In the first, Charley comments: "I've got a summer house a few miles south." Garth replies: "I remember the party you threw when the old Titans disbanded. I don't think Donna's ever forgiven you for hiring that stripper." Charley laughs it off -- "Aahh, she was always uptight. She needed a laugh." In the second panel, Charley continues with his attitude: "Hey, I liked foes I could beat up with my right hand tied behind my back. Certainly made us look more impressive."

(The New Teen Titans (1988) #72)

...But he was a kid, somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one, nothing more or less. He had room and time to grow. We can see that, behind the jerk who's begging for a headlock, Charley's a loyal friend who doesn't hesitate to defend his friends:

Image ID: A closeup of Charley's panicked, angry face. He calls out: "Garth? Garth? Oh, my dear god." In the next panel, he swoops at Wildebeest, attacking from above. "If he's dead, you bast--" Wildebeest interrupts Charley: "Not my intention, bird-boy."

Unfortunately we don't have a whole lot of characterization for him post-Crisis, prior to his death. Aside from this, the most we really see of his character is him not getting along with Hawk (but who does?) and expressing that he's worn out in The New Titans (1988) #56 and doesn't wanna stick around while Lillith tries to revive Gnarrk. Neither of these things conflict with his pre-Crisis characterization, but they don't give us a strong sense of a whole character, either.

So, let's look at pre-Crisis canon, because that's most of what exists in terms of Charley's appearances. (At least what's listed on the wiki; if I'm missing stuff, let me know. It's a lot of comics to cover!) We can see that Charley struggles with asserting himself in his civilian life:

Image ID: A physically imposing man looms over Charley, working as a gas station attendant. The man growls: "Listen, punk -- I told ya $3 worth!" Charley protests: "But, sir -- I distinctly heard you say "fill 'er up"! You owe $12.45!"

In the rest of this sequence (Teen Titans (1966) #50), the man proceeds to bully Charley into letting him drive away without paying at all. His boss says this is the third time this has happened this week, and says he'll take it out of Charley's paycheck. Charley, sick of this mistreatment, quits. As he walks away, Charley says this isn't the first time he's been out of work, and expresses a desire to go back to being the Golden Eagle:

Image ID: Charley is seen from behind, walking away from the gas station. His internal monologue is as follows: "Well, scratch another job for Charlie Parker, boy nebbish! I guess I should start lookin' for a different way to earn bread -- but I'm not in the mood! I'd rather go home and do my Golden Eagle gig--!"

The implication here is that he doesn't associate being the Golden Eagle with profit or earning money. He's not a mercenary, so he's genuinely doing this out of a desire to do good. And maybe to exert a little bit of control over his life, take on a more confident persona. But that's hardly a villainous motivation, especially for a sixteen-year-old nerd who larped being a superhero. He started being a hero because he wanted to be like his idol, Hawkman (Justice League of America (1960) #116). This doesn't exactly conflict with the arrogant jerk we see just prior to Charley's death. Rather, it paints that as overcompensation. Charley is concerned with how impressive he and the other Titans come across, flaunts his "summer home," and hires a stripper for a party -- all because he's trying to look cool and confident, and hide crippling self-doubt.

He's not the asshole we see in Hawkman (2002). This characterization comes completely out of left field, to my mind. There's not the barest clue of it in anything Charley was in before now, pre- or post-Crisis.

So what would make sense, with that prior characterization in mind? Well, I've got an idea, but that might be for a different post. This thing is already a mile and a half long, and it's killing my browser and internet connection.

Either way, what we get in canon doesn't feel right to me. Maybe there's more in the Rann-Thanagar War arc that will explain the part about Fel's sudden and total change in characterization, but at present, I have a hard time buying it. I sincerely doubt they'll be able to make Charley's bullshit motives for this heel-turn make sense.

I really think Charley had the potential to be and do more than he got in canon. He got twisted into a sad facsimile of himself, a prop to make Carter look better. And it really breaks my heart, because I think this story could have been a huge turning point for Carter and the Hawks as a whole. But my thoughts and feelings on that are an essay in themselves, to be honest.

Anyway, that's the end of this for now. If you actually read this thing all the way to the end, I am absolutely shocked and flattered. Thank you for listening to me rant.

#Charley Parker #i think that's the only fandom tag i'm putting on this lol #i do not want to invite The Discourse to my doorstep

[luminalunii97]

Civil disobedience, act 5: Kindness!

The regime started their murdering and brutal crackdowns early on the protests. In retribution people started to share free hugs and fist bumps on the streets. Soon free hug became a revolution act why? Because men and women touching or even sitting next to each other was a taboo culturally and religiously, and the regime likes to keep that taboo in place. Hugging strangers regardless of gender is a taboo breaking act and the regime started to call girls and women who participated in this "whores"!

Among protesters it's a strong tool. Coming out to the streets can be really scary but receiving a hug in solidarity empowers you. Hearing death news everyday can take a toll on you, getting a hug from a stranger you know has heard the news and is mourning with you can be comforting.

For the giver It's a stressful thing to do though. You have to be ready to run if you see a policeman. Sometimes people whisper in your ear "please be careful and stay safe" with good intentions but a haunting tone and it just makes you want to bolt specially if you have anxiety! But anyway it's fun and it brings us unity.

The first and third video are from Kermanshah and Mahabad, two Kurd cities. The last one is from Tehran.

Another kindness act is fist bumping and getting chocolate but make it revolution style. Each chocolate or candy is wrapped in a note. The note is either a slogan (like woman life freedom) or a sentence of encouragement. It can also be a call for demonstration. This started as a tool to encourage civil disobedience. So women who risked their arrest and took off their hijab in the streets were the first group of people who received chocolate. Then men and women, and hijabi and nonhijabi women started to give these to each other. So it turned into a solidarity gift giving ceremony. The day after Kian Pirfalak, the 10 year old boy murder, all over Tehran people handed out chocolates in paper boats with notes that said "in the name of the god of the rainbow".

[images id: 8 pictures taken of notes that accompanied chocolate or candy. The notes are written in Persian.

Pic 1 notes translations: "24, 25, 26 of Aban, freedom." "Accompany us. We will take Iran back with you." "You're not alone buddy."

Pic 2 notes: one is a drawing of Hossein Ronaghi, a political prisoner and social activist who was released from prison 2 months later. Underneath the drawing it says "Hossein Ronaghi said I'm afraid too, I want to have a peaceful life too, I don't want to hear the news of death and torture and execution and poverty and misery, I like to sleep peacefully at night, but I can't be indifferent... " The second note is a drawing of a small woman standing on a mullah's head and putting her headscarf on fire.

Pic 3 notes translations: "woman life freedom" "your hair is so beautiful" "keep doing what you're doing" "#for_you" "thank you for making the city beautiful" "you're a fist and you have a lot of fans" "after the revolution you will be part of our history book"

Pic 4 notes translations: "#women_life_freedom" "be safe daughter of iran" "for your beautiful hair" "for #woman_life_freedom" "fight fight until victory is the anthem of attack" "you are the beauty of my city" "we need hugs to live"

Pic 5 note translation: "for woman life freedom #MahsaAmini"

Pic 6 notes translations: "for dancing in the alley... Hope we will laugh wholeheartedly one day" "we're going to celebrate freedom together, so promise to be safe"

Pic 7 note translation: "women life freedom"

Pic 8 note translation: "if I rise, if you rise, we will all rise. #Women_life_freedom"]

These days we're living in an almost Martial law situation. They're shooting at everyone they see. A man, Alireza Khoshkar Bayati, was talking on the phone in his car. They thought he's filming them and broke his car windows. He got scared and tried to flee, they thought he might be guilty of something so they started shooting at his car. That's how another innocent life was taken. When things like this happen we get more convinced that our only option is the regime change. When you're not even safe in your car talking on the phone, it's impossible to live. After Mohsen Shekari execution for a couple of days, people gathered in the street he closed and was executed for. The anti riot forces attacked silent protesters with tear gas and batons and shotguns. A group of people walking down the street silently. The astonishing part was that many people didn't run. They continued their walk. We have nothing to lose, nothing to live for. The regime change is the silver of hope keeping us all alive. That's why they're afraid of people walking silently. There are still demonstrations happening. In universities. In streets, mostly at night. There are strikes and boycotts. People are getting killed or abducted. And finding chocolates and hugs is no more comforting. The only comfort my people can find is the regime change.

#iran #mahsa amini #iran protests #human rights #politics #feminism #iran revolution #civil disobedience #women's rights #kindness #free hugs #chocolate #fist bump #random #beautiful people #love #art #tw murder #solidarity #police brutality