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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Hiiiiii! 😃

I was wondering if you could do a request where Joe and Y/N where together in stranger things and end up together in real life and had a baby girl together and they were being interviewed about it. Thank you so much ❤️

baby Junie - j.k

hello loves! i hope everyone is okay. this is my first joe imagine since i think august which seems so long ago. i have no idea why i’m so nervous to post this. has a few mistakes and that’s it really. requests are open! enjoy lovelies 🤍 it’s also really short so i’m sorry about that!

taglist (feel free to add yourself 🤍): @eddieamoremio @johnricharddeacy @snackycake1975 @theshireisonfire @ssababe @phantomxoxo @livsters @hellfire1986baby @ladyapplejackdnd @alexxavicry @m-rae23 @hellfire1986baby

you and Joe had been together for 7 years and it had been the best 7 years you could ever imagine. you travelled together, tried new things together, worked together and now after being married for a year you had brought a beautiful baby girl into this world, together. she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and the fact that you had created something as perfect as her blew your mind.

season 4 of stranger things had just aired and today was your first interview of many. you had brought your baby, Junie, along with you because you were still breast feeding and you honestly just felt more comfortable with her being with you. she was only 6 weeks old and your mum had promised to look after her in the room down the hall from the interview. even though the interview was meant to be about stranger things you had a feeling that you were definitely going to be asked about your baby and that was fine, you were excited to finally speak about her.

you were sat in the chair next to Joe, waiting for the arrival of the interviewer. after 5 minutes of last minute makeup and hair touch ups the interviewer finally entered the room with a huge smile on her face. "hi i'm Sarah, it's nice to meet you both" she said, sitting down opposite the 2 of you. you both greeted her with 'hellos' and smiles before Sarah started the interview.

"to start this interview off i want to congratulate you, y/n and Joe, on the birth of your daughter. how are you both doing?" Sarah smiled at the two of you and you smiled back. "we are doing really well. y/n is such an incredible mum and watching her love our daughter is just so amazing" you looked at Joe with eyes full of adoration.

"y/n, how have the past few weeks been for you? is it worse or better than you imagined?" you heard Sarah say making you turn your attention to her. "these past six weeks have been amazing i mean i've always wanted to be a mum and Junie is just the most perfect baby. you see your friends have babies and they say there's no feeling to describe motherhood and then you have your own baby in your arms and you find out your friends are right, there's no word to describe it"

"i just want to say you look absolutely incredible for being six weeks postpartum" you felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment and whispered a small ‘thank you’. "doesn't she? she looked beautiful before but now she looks even better" Joe said, teasing you a little making you giggle and put your hands over your face to try cover your blush.

"i'm lucky because Junie looks exactly like y/n so she's just as beautiful as her mum" Joe gently pulled your hands away from your face and lent in to kiss your cheek. “don’t get shy baby” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders bringing you into him so he could kiss your forehead.

“the other day i had left for a few hours to see some friends, if i’m being honest i didn’t really want to leave them but she insisted i have a break, and i came back and saw the two of them sleeping on the couch, it was the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. i had to take a picture so i can always look back on the moment”

Sarah awed and put her hands to her chest “that is so adorable. i bet she is beautiful. i saw that you posted a picture of the three of you just after you gave birth to announce she was here but you covered her face. do you both plan on sharing a picture of her face on social media?” this was something you had both discussed and you were honestly glad it was being brought up.

Joe didn’t have an instagram, well he did but it was for his music, so it was you who posted the picture of the three of you on yours. you and Joe were smiling on your hospital bed with Junie in his arms, the picture was beautiful. “we were actually thinking of posting a few pictures of her soon. we wanted to keep her face a secret so we could just love her and keep her to ourselves but i think we are ready to share her” Joe said, moving his arm from around your shoulder to hold your right hand instead.

“i think sharing your child online puts you in such a vulnerable situation, like we shared her name and we got quite a few mean comments just for that and showing her face is completely different. but yeah, we are definitely ready to show her to the world” you added, feeling Joe’s hand squeeze yours. “i don’t want to pry to much but what is Junie like? has her personality started to shine through yet?”

“she’s started cooing and it’s just so cute, we have started doing this thing just before bath time where we sing to different songs and she loves it, she smiles, she’s more alert, so yeah her personality is shining through just a little bit. i’m just hoping i see more smiles, it makes her look exactly like y/n when she smiles” Joe speaking about your daughter made your heart swell with adoration.

“i love my girls, they’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. let’s just say i’m very grateful”

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harry-hollands · 7 months

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my boyfriend’s boyfriends

(a potential au stemming from ‘who does it better?’)

a part two to ‘who does it better’ but can be read as a stand alone.

part 1

alex turcotte x fem!hockey player reader

*PICTURES ARE FROM TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, AND MY OWN PERSONAL ONES I TOOK (10-28-2023)*

(inspired by faithlynn’s @babydollmarauders series media management and kaylin’s @starsandhughes series penalty box. if you haven’t checked them out, PLEASE DO THEYRE AMAZING)

yourusername

liked by quintonbyfield, _alexturcotte, and 42,752 others

yourusername: on today’s episode of “i had a day off at work and my boyfriend and best friend and son had team bonding today so i was left alone because my other roommates had a game tonight”, i decided that i, was going to support my boyfriend’s boyfriends—i mean roommates!

how generous of me right? i was in the upper bowl to watch the game so no one saw me but as is my job to be a professional nuisance to centers and defenders to keep the lethal flying piece of rubber out of my pretty net, i had to humble them somehow during warm ups.

for those wondering why i’m wearing my boyfriend’s boyfriend #2’s jersey, i lost a bet with him. for those also wondering what the bet was, it was on my boyfriend. i THOUGHT my boyfriend was a sweet person but apparently he took a page out of the enemy of silence’s book (@/trevorzegras) and got TWO penalties last game.

turcs was not impressed as you can imagine, and neither was homewrecker (@/jordanjs224) because apparently “homewreckers need to stick together and that comes with wearing my jersey” idk man im just their roommate that willingly has pieces of rubber shot at me at lethal speeds

despite my works of art, i also included other works of art from the professionals. (im legally obligated to make them look good like 3.8% of the time)

as much as i’d love to say that the boyfriends came out victorious, they did not 🥲

my boys played v*gas and lost in shootout but at least we got a point!

my cutie patootie laffy @/alaf14 (kings’s version, not to be confused with the rags’) SCORED HIS SECOND GOAL OF THE SEASON ON HIS TAYLOR SWIFT BIRTHDAY! you made me so proud 🫶🏼

next up, the infuriating maple leafs; auston matthews, I HAVE BEEF WITH YOU (i will be watching from home because it’s where my job is)

buckle up babes, turcs baby (@/_alexturcotte), my son (@/brandtclarke55), and my best friend (@/francesco.pinelli71) play tomorrow against the baby canucks and i don’t know if i’ll have the right mental state to watch them (i have to im their emergency goalie 🤠)

(ps m*rk st*ne, nicolas hague, brayden mcnabb, and ivan barbashev i hope you all suffer a 10 game losing streak you fucking bitch babies. DONT GO AFTER MY CUTIE PATOOTIE!!!)

tagged quintonbyfield, jordanjs224, lakings, anzekopitar, kevinfiala22, duber18, alaf14

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quintonbyfield: WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT PICTURE OF ME?? HOW—?!

yourusername: @/quintonbyfield oh q baby, it’s all over twitter

quintonbyfield: @/yourusername oh, so you got it from twitter, got it

yourusername: @/quintonbyfield how do you think twitter got it? 🤭🫡

quintonbyfield: @/yourusername YOU LITTLE BI—

jordanjs224: oh my god. i look ATROCIOUS

quintonbyfield: @/jordanjs224 good. suffer.

jordanjs224: @/quintonbyfield alright listen here you little asshole—

_alexturcotte: @/jordanjs224 @/quintonbyfield babes, there’s no need to fight! cant we all just get along?

jordanjs224: @/_alexturcotte shut up, this ain’t about you

_alexturcotte: @/jordanjs224 🥲

quintonbyfield: @/_alexturcotte i would never treat you this way

yourusername: @/_quintonbyfield @/jordanjs224 if y’all are gonna fight, at least do it when y’all get home please? i need some entertainment in my life

francesco.pinelli71: @/yourusername am i not enough for you? 🤨

yourusername: @/francesco.pinelli71 YOU’RE LITERALLY LEAVING FOR COLORADO MONDAY 🤠

fan23: she’s feeding the jordan girlies 🤭

fan55: oh my god?? q?? holy fuck y/n KNOWS what she’s doing taking these photos

alaf14: y/n you didn’t need to threaten them, im okay 😭

yourusername: @/alaf14 you were practically thrown to the ice like a ragdoll and then you got HIGH STICKED and were BLEEDING and you’re telling me you’re “okay”??? dude…

alaf14: @/yourusername it’s hockey it happens. besides, YOU WILLINGLY HAVE PUCKS FLYING AT LETHAL SPEEDS AT YOUR FACE AND YOU STOP THEM WITH YOUR BODY

yourusername: @/alaf14 why are you YELLING?? im making sure everyone knows that if they hurt you that they are on my hit list. i will do what flower did to bedsy and trip them up

alaf14: @/yourusername that’s a sure way you don’t make it in the nhl

yourusername: @/alaf14 i will trip you up if you don’t shut the fuck up

alaf14: @/yourusername YOU’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE KEEP DOING YOU 🫡

yourusername: @/alaf14 that’s what i thought <33

fan15: wait y/n is their emergency goalie?? how did i not know this information?

yourusername: @/fan15 it’s not widely advertised but im tryna be a big girl in the big leagues 🫶🏼

fan15: @/yourusername OMG THANK YOU

francesco.pinelli71: thank you for humbling them. clarkey and i have been dying of laughter for five minutes and turcs is looking at us like a disappointed father

yourusername: @/francesco.pinelli71 i live to serve, but i think it’s been established that turcs is disappointed father and im eccentric mother

francesco.pinelli71: @/yourusername YOU’RE SO RIGHT

_alexturcotte: @/yourusername @/francesco.pinelli71 i regret introducing the two of you

francesco.pinelli71: @/_alexturcotte i dont !

yourusername: @/_alexturcotte @/francesco.pinelli71 i don’t either!

fan12: y/n’s friendships with alex’s best friends >>>

brandtclarke55: MOM I WANNA BE LIKE YOU WHEN I GROW UP

liked by yourusername, francesco.pinelli71 and _alexturcotte

_alexturcotte: thank you for humbling my boyfriends. they’re not allowed to have their egos inflated.

yourusername: @/_alexturcotte of course, my love! expect nothing less!

quintonbyfield: @/_alexturcotte @/yourusername FUCKING OFFENDED???

jordanjs224: @/quintonbyfield @/_alexturcotte is this what betrayal feels like?

quintonbyfield: @/jordanjs224 fuck you.

jordanjs224: @/quintonbyfield time and place

_alexturcotte: @/quintonbyfield @/jordanjs224 without me?

quintonbyfield: @/_alexturcotte @/jordanjs224 never babygorl

yourusername: @/quintonbyfield @/jordanjs224 @/_alexturcotte 💀

_alexturcotte: i love you, my darling <33

yourusername: @/_alexturcotte i love you more, my love <33

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this little installment! i have a halloween one planned and am working on a blurb about worlds!! there will also be hopefully a blurb on turcs introducing her to the boys. I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING

as always, reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated 🫶🏼

~soph <33

#alex turcotte x reader #alex turcotte #alex turcotte social media x reader #nhl x reader #alex turcotte fluff #alex turcotte imagine #la kings #ontario reign #nhl #nhl fic #alex turcotte blurb #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #soph’s writing 🫶🏼#social media imagine

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bat-besties · 1 year

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Who is Lili? (1.5)

Part two got quite long, so this 1.5 is going to focus on the time between Lili’s backstory in Cambodia and her appearance in the “current” continuity. It’s the most speculation-heavy segment as we only get one line about what she was doing. I’m also going to discuss her suddenly being an expert martial artist.

CW: discussion of the real human rights violations in these camps, discussion of Cambodian cultural erasure, no graphic detail for either.

It makes sense comics-wise for where Lili has been to be a quick line- but it leaves a gap in her story. What could she have been doing during this time?

If Rose is 14 when Slade said this, that would be 6 years in a camp. (Lili would have left the camp in 1987 if this was 8 years before 1995)

Thai camps were referred to as “determent camps” because they were meant to “deter” Cambodian refugees from coming to seek a better life. They were poorly provided for and protected. In Site 2, the most populous camp, violence, rape and robbery were common from both the gangs within the camp and the Thai rangers meant to keep order. There were dirt-floored hospitals and little schooling. In the dry season, water had to be driven in by lorries, and the few supplies brought to feed refugees entered the black market.

To have stayed in those conditions so long implies that Lili’s wider family were killed/imprisoned and she had no contact with Slade, as either could have provided her a way out. She was totally alone.

Giving birth with inadequate medical support and raising her baby alongside the threat of violence and without basic needs being met would be horrific. It’s no exaggeration to say that without her metahuman genes Rose was likely to have died in infancy.

[Rose spending the first five years of her life in one of these camps is so massively psychologically damaging and it is NEVER mentioned or discussed. She would have been malnourished, witnessed violence regularly, and been told not to trust men with guns and uniform. No wonder she has issues with authority!]

Going back to Lili, the fact she survived this ordeal and kept her daughter alive through it is yet again testament to her love, strength, and intelligence. Based on her previous actions, I can very much see her being “princess to” others and providing leadership and negotiation with those in power. I think her fluency in English would be valuable for those hoping to get to the US, and I imagine she already spoke some Thai or if not would have an easier time picking it up as she’s already bilingual. Like the real adults in these camps, she may have taught in the makeshift schools, performed in basak plays and raised Rose on folktales, trying to pass on her culture to the next generation.

There is something else which I think happened during this time - later on in the US we hear and see that Lili is suddenly an expert martial artist.

Now, Lili had no combat skills in her backstory, and martial arts in Cambodia are traditionally male-only so I doubt she learnt that before the civil war as a minor royal. The decision that once Lili is the owner of a brothel and not in sexual slavery she should suddenly have martial arts skills shows her transition from one stereotype to another - the lotus blossom to the dragon lady.

Like the lotus blossom, the dragon lady is exotic, othered and sexually available, but she is a powerful villain rather than a love interest. (Lili is not a villain in the US arc, but she does wish to kill people and she’s allied with Slade, so she’s definitely not portrayed as a hero.) The dragon lady is not as weak as a lotus blossom trope, and for defying Western ideas of demure Asian women she becomes dangerous and amoral. She is a ruthless fighter, usually with a proficiency in martial arts - but, as in the panel above, her skill is sexualised.

The audience is not expected to question why Lili has this expertise- there’s an implication that when an Asian woman becomes powerful she magically gets martial arts skills.

However, taking Lili’s backstory as-is from comics, I think the Thai determent camp is the most logical place for her to have learnt martial arts.

Pol Pot persecuted men who practised traditional Cambodian martial arts like bokator, and many teachers fled as refugees or went into hiding. It’s possible that Lili made a connection with a martial artist in a determent camp, and he taught her enough of his craft so that she could defend herself and her daughter in this dangerous environment. Perhaps she was ahead of her time in being a Cambodian woman who broke gender roles to learn bokator and preserve the art Pol Pot tried to destroy. And perhaps it was those skills which kept her and Rose alive and safe until they made it to the US.

Whatever happened, she and her women passed on self defence skills to Rose.

Slade was never Rose’s first instructor - Lili was.

After her mother’s death, Rose tries to repress all memories or thoughts of her to avoid the pain of her grief. The first time she’s able to think of her without breaking down is when she uses her mother’s teachings to protect herself. The moment is one in which Lili is able to protect Rose even after her death.

Sources:

Report on overview of Cambodian refugee sites in Thailand (I didn’t go into it in the main post but she could be in any type but one run by the Khmer Rouge, and Site 2 or 8 are most likely. I discussed Site 2 in the post as an example with most written about it, not that she would have definitely been there.) https://policy-practice.oxfam.org/resources/just-waiting-to-die-cambodian-refugees-in-thailand-134989/

Article focused on daily life in Site 2 - https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1988-11-24-vw-202-story.html

Study from 1995 (the year this storyline is written) about intergenerational PTSD in Cambodian refugees in the US - https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/7559310/

Study from 1996 about PTSD in adolescents from Site 2 - https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/8714328/

Dragon lady tropes-

https://www.washingtonpost.com/arts-entertainment/2021/03/26/asian-women-hollywood-portrayals/

https://www.hercampus.com/school/american/the-dragon-lady-the-lotus-blossom-and-the-robot-archetypes-of-asian-women-in-western-media/

Bokator - https://intocambodia.org/content/bokator (note the use of amulets)

https://sankimsean.com/ - the history of the modern father of bokator

The Cambodian women learning bokator today -https://www.khmertimeskh.com/89481/female-bokator-martial-artist-challenges-gender-norms/

Taglist:

@sporkberries

@gnawingonwood

@mariniacipher

#lilian worth #lili worth #rose wilson #ravager #the next piece will be super panel analysis heavy!#this part ran away from me #but i think it all makes logical sense within canon

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Halley’s Comet

Steve x Single mom reader part two.

Link to part one!

Listen I’ve been thinking about Halley’s Comet lately and searched the year…1986? Guess who has a new detail to add to their season four fics!!

Tw~ inexperienced babysitters, uhm Dustin doesn’t know how to change a diaper?

Dad!Steve masterlist!!

Credit to @k-k0129 who I talked with a little bit about how like Steve and max have a sibling vibe, and how Dustin would probs need help babysitting Alice!

I will write more if anyone would like!(I can just turn this into something like my mini Dad!Eddie masterlist! I probably will do that because lots of ideas rn!!!!)

When your date night finally arrived almost a week after Alice’s doctor’s appointment, you were all dolled up in your pretty outfit hair and makeup done especially for this.

Steve hadn’t told you where he was gonna bring you just the dress code. While you were getting ready Steve was over showing Dustin step by step how to care for Alice, not with her of course just some doll he bought from the 99 cent store.

“Listen Henderson I know Yoh think that diaper is on right but it’s backwards and if my kid comes back with a backwards diaper” he glares at Dustin who gets the hint quickly working to fix the diaper.

“Good good.” He mutters examining the diaper, “could have placed the tapes a little better but I’ll give it to you.” Dustin lets out a sigh.

“Woah there you’re not done bud, you still have to learn how to feed her and burp her!”

“Steve it can’t be that bad!” Dustin shouts back.

“Of course if you’re a natural like me it’ll just come to you but you…” Dustin rolls his eyes and soon enough he’s watching Steve back out of his drive way telling him he’ll be back in a couple of hours with Alice.

“Max, do you copy?” Steve asks over the stupid little walkie talkie Dustin had bought for his birthday, though it came in handy cause the first thing you’d asked was how you’d get in contact with them if something where to happen with Alice and Steve simply waved the heavy thing.

“Yes Steve.” She lets out a sigh.

“Listen Max, I need you to promise that if Dustin tries to contact you, that you’ll awnser cause he’s supposed to babysit Alice and …I’m not so confident in his abilities.”

Max lets out a little sigh, she loved Alice and if it was you who asked her she’d be jumping around her room eager for you to drop the cute little baby off at her house so she could babysit, plus you paid really well for such a low maintenance job, all she had to do was care for her and she got to play with a baby?? She’s in!

But of course she has to keep up her reputation so she decides to give Steve a hard time, “What’s in it for me?”

“I don’t know Max like twenty bucks?”

“Deal.” She listens to Steve tell her when Dustin will probably ask for help and the conversation ends there pretty quickly.

Some few hours later just as Steve predicted Dustin is calling the land line asking her to be over because apparently Lucas couldn’t calm her down after she gripped a huge chunk of Dustin’s hair, and so they called Mike wheeler…she isn’t sure what they expected from him, she’s seen him interact with his own little sister Holly just a handful of times and she can’t say that they were particularly very good so she can only imagine the three of them fumbling around to settle her only to not even try her pacifier.

When she shows up she’s right. The three of them are awkwardly sat on the floor as they take turns holding Alice each time she’d stop for a second to examine who was holding her but really she was just being passed between Dustin and Lucas since every time she was offered to Mike he’d hold up a hand as if to gently push her away.

“Let me see her” Max tells them as she sets down her bag gently taking Alice into her arms while she crouches down next to the diaper bag pulling out the pacifier.

“Did you try this?” She holds it up and they all blink at it shaking their heads no.

“Of course not.” Immediately when it’s placed in Alice’s mouth she suckles the pacifier closing her eyes as if her eyelids had been the heaviest weights in the world.

“I think she was just tired” she mutters handing Alice back to Dustin who jostles her a little before he gets her settled.

“Do we just keep holding her while she sleeps? Can’t she sleep in a bed?” Mike asks.

“Sure…if Dustin had a baby’s bed.” Max says sarcastically, “babies cannot sleep in real beds especially not Dustin’s do you see how tall that is?” She measures the day bed with her hands pulling them away so Mike can see how idiotic that suggestion was.

“Do you guys not babysit at all?” She asks rhetorically expecting them to have.

They all shake their heads no and she scoffs, “you’re serious?” They all nod.

She drifts off into her own conversation for a while with Lucas before Alice begins to cry again and Max looks over to see her trying to gum at her pacifier.

“Max, what’d I do? I tried everything” Lucas practically cries ten minutes later and she raises an eyebrow taking Alice from him as she pulls a pre made bottle out.

“Have you tried feeding her?” They look between themselves but don’t awnser and she rolls her eyes once again before feeding and burping Alice who falls asleep afterwards in Max’s arms.

“I’m going home, I don’t get babies, I’m not even good with Holly” Mike says before he literally just goes home when Alice starts to cry again.

“Change her diaper” Max hands her over to Dustin who prepared all morning for this moment as he changes her diaper quickly.

Meanwhile you and Steve have just finished eating at some restaurant you don’t even think you could afford. Though he’s telling you that the night isn’t over yet, this has you fumbling with your wallet checking to see how much you had brought hoping he wouldn’t try and take you to anything too expensive.

He drives you up to a secluded little mountain not far from Hawkins before getting out of the car and opening the door for you taking your hand and guiding you to the hood of the car with him.

“Wanted to watch the comet with you.” He mutters quietly.

In your freshman year of highschool you had told Steve about wanting to watch Halley’s Comet when the time came with him, honestly you didn’t remember telling him at all so you didn’t expect him to remember but he did and you where grateful for that as a few happy tears gathered in your eyes as you watched the bright comet fall through the sky leaving a bright light in its wake as Steve gently cups your face.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks his lips almost touching yours, before he can say anything else your pushing foreword to kiss him yourself.

“That means we’re going out right?” Steve asks and you blink at him for a moment, “right? Right? Y/n? We’re dating now right?” He asks as he follows you back into the car.

“Want me to be honest Steve?” He nods quickly, “I kinda thought we’d been dating for like four or five months now ever since you spent the first night at my house and tiredly told me you liked me…I’ve been thinking we were together this whole time.

He blinks for a few moments, he had so much anxiety over this just to find out that the love of his life thought that they were already together???? God was he that oblivious, now that he thinks about it he practically lives with you and you give him goodbye kisses to the cheek every morning?

The drive to Dustin’s is relatively short and both of you are scrambling to his front door pushing eachother out the way to see Alice first.

“Hi baby” you whisper gently taking her from Max’s arms.

“I thought Dustin was watching her” You whisper looking to Steve who looks back.

“I don’t think you want just Dustin watching her babe…he put the diaper backwards on the doll.”

“Is that what that doll was for?” You ask gesturing to the car behind you two.

“You saw that?”

“Of course”

“You think I’m a bad diaper changer?” Dustin questions Steve as he comes out the room.

“I mean you had to call theme for something.” Steve mutters.

“Check her diaper!” Dustin turns his nose up and you giggle unsnapping the bottom of Alice’s indie, “Dustin…not only is it inside out, it’s backwards.” You mutter looking at her diaper.

You let out a little sigh as you set her down quickly fixing the diaper to sit correctly before you and Steve leave to go back to your trailer.

“I guess this is normally where couples part ways.” He tells you looking at you like he’s gonna miss you, “but I usually sleep here at night babe so not us.” He steps out the car doing a little jog to open your door before getting Alice out and settling her into her crib.

All and all, that may have been the best date Steve’s ever been on but he hopes that every date after that day will be with you.

I’m working on a part two to the single dad!eddie fic as well right now so that’ll probably come tomorrow!

#reader insert #x reader #st4 steve #st4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington #steve x reader #Steve Harrington x single mom!reader #Mom!reader #single mom!reader

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foggyfanfic · 1 year

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what do you imagine antonio grown up

Thank you for the ask! This ended up being a little long so I put it under a cut. Just a quick warning, my ideas of what Antonio is like as an adult might not be everybody's cup o' tea, that's not to say I think he grows up to be a jerk. The exact opposite. I just figure the guy is going to be the least traditional in his family due to the influence of the animals around him.

I like the common headcanon that Antonio grows up to be really tall. I figure he ends up taller than Pepa but still a little shorter than Luisa. Despite his height, Pepa still insists on calling him her baby even once he's a grandfather himself.

I once saw somebody reason that because Antonio hangs out with a carnivore, he gets pretty comfy with the circle of life. That makes a lot of sense to me, but I imagine it's his association with jaguars that makes him such a stalwart advocate for animal rights. Jaguars might eat other animals but they don't put them in tiny little boxes and forget to feed them. The circle of life is a part of nature, cruelty for cruelty's sake is not. So, Antonio goes around to the farms of Encanto and does what he can to ensure that the livestock are all being treated fairly. And considering he's followed everywhere he goes by at least one jaguar, he can do a lot.

In the same vein as him being comfy with the cycle of life and death, I imagine that Antonio learns what sex is basically the first time mating season comes around. He sees one of the birds preparing a nest, asks if this means they’re about to have babies and gets a frank lesson on that bird’s courting rituals. The bird doesn’t see any reason not to explain how new birds are made, and the talk is given so matter of factly that Antonio just thinks of it as a new science fact. One day his parents are reminiscing about when they were young and Antonio asks his Pá if he built Pepa a nest, the adults chuckle and say no, only birds do that. So Antonio asks if sex is also something only birds do. The silence is resounding and would have lasted forever if Camilo hadn’t broken out laughing. When he grows up he's the easiest adult in the family to talk to about puberty and wedding night jitters.

We know the warm color side of the family has game, Dolores had Mariano asking for marriage within one conversation, and despite having a very minor role in the movie Camilo has so many fangirls. Antonio is no exception. The little dude grows up with all the charisma of Félix and all the emotional intelligence of Mirabel, and there’s a roughly 7 year period between Camilo getting married and Dolores’ eldest coming of age where he’s the only single Madrigal of marrying age. Needless to say, he’s super popular with both men and women, but he’s also pretty content to just hang out with the animals all day. Until a girl a couple years younger than him gets caught kissing another girl by her parents. They are furious at her, and plan to force her to marry the first man they find that'll take an unwilling wife. Antonio finds her crying by the river, gets her to tell him what’s wrong, then says he’ll marry her and she can keep seeing her girlfriend. She asks multiple times if he’s sure, and doesn’t he want to fall in love, marry his soulmate? Antonio just shrugs, he’s happy as he is. So she agrees, her parents jump on the chance to marry her off to a Madrigal, and they get hitched.

This next part is the reason I put the warning up at the top, you can interpret it as Antonio and the girlfriends all wanting kids and going for the obvious solution, or you can interpret it as polyamorous Antonio. I sure as hell haven’t made up my mind which it is. But, he has two kids with his wife, then her girlfriend moves into Antonio’s room and they have two kids too. Nobody is sure what to think, but at this point the family is getting pretty big, and both women love cooking so whenever somebody asks Alma what she thinks of the situation she says “Not only can Antonio have as many wives as he wants, but if Isabela has another son, I’m sending Antonio to culinary school with a bag of engagement rings.” Nobody knows whether or not she’s joking, but it’s hard to argue with that. (Side note, I figure each generation has an average of three kids per Madrigal. So, factoring in spouses, by the time the youngest grandkid is having his third child that's roughly 36 mouths to feed. Which leads some people in the village to argue that Alma is serious and rightfully so.)

His kids are close enough in age that people sometimes forget what child came from which woman, and all of the kids call both women Mama and Mami. He’s pretty happy with his small army of offspring, he’s a pretty chill dude and after spending most of his life dealing with wild animals he takes to parenthood like a duck to water. This makes it even harder for anyone to complain about his strange situation, because all of his kids are so happy and well behaved.

He ends up with a pack of domesticated jaguars that follow him around. The one time a dangerous gang got into Encanto, Antonio sent some jaguars after them and that pretty much took care of that.

Even once his own kids are all grown “Tío Nio” can be found with a pile of children on top of him while he calmly reads a medical journal. There are more healers in the family than just Julieta by now, but none of them can completely heal disease, and pregnancy is still a complicated process for all species. So he reads up as much he can in order to help the animals of the village.

He is the best person to go to for relationship advice. There are plenty of people in the family who can tell you the most charming way to behave in a relationship, and Mirabel will tell you the most mature way to behave, but Antonio blends charm and maturity like no other. For example: at one point one of his nieces accidentally rubs salt in the wound that is her husband's bad day, she apologizes but he is still visibly upset. She doesn't know if he's still upset about his bad day, or if she hurt him more than she realized and needed to give a bigger apology, so she turns to her Tio Nio. He tells her to set up a day out they'll both enjoy, that way if she needs to apologize she'll have a whole day of meaningful gestures prepared, and if she doesn't she still gets the chance to spend time with the man she loves.

Thank you again for the ask! Hope you enjoyed some of these.

#Encanto #Antonio Madrigal #Encanto headcanons #Antonio Headcanons #Pepa Madrigal #and just in case there's somebody out there trying to avoid queer Antonio headcanons #queer Antonio #queer Madrigals #do not tag my stuff as q slur

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In the Space of a Day

Summary: Fighting a global conspiracy is much harder with an infant in tow.

word count: 7,332 | Teen | MSR | @today-in-fic

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This is part of an episodic series called A Second Chance. All the episodes are collected, in order, using AO3’s series feature. The concept of the series is to rewrite seasons 8 and 9. It deals with Mulder’s return from the dead, the birth of William, and Mulder and Scully trying to juggle family life with impending doom.

If you don’t want to read the whole thing, but want to read this story, here is what you need to know…

Previously on A Second Chance: After Mulder returned from the dead, he moved in with Scully. Reyes has been partnered with Doggett since This Is Not Happening (Reentry). Scully, while pregnant, was infected with the black oil and somehow neutralized it (Immunidad). The Cigarette Smoking Man (and a new syndicate) learned of this, and became interested in Scully’s baby. After William was born, Mulder and Scully were determined to keep him safe (Sinister).

Monday, May 14th, 2001

“Who’s just the cutest little baby? Is it you, William? Are you just the cutest?”

Mulder watched in a half asleep daze as Maggie cooed at William. Scully was sleeping in the bedroom, and Mulder knew he should join her.

But he didn’t like the idea of leaving William. Even if the door was locked and he trusted Maggie. But what if she got it in her head to take him for a walk? What if they broke down the door, and she couldn’t stop them from taking him?

So Mulder sat in the overstuffed chair, his head propped up with his arm, trying to stay conscious.

“You look exhausted, dear,” Maggie said, and it took Mulder a moment to realize she was talking to him, and not William.

“I’m ok,” he lied. William had been home a week, and neither Mulder nor Scully had managed to sleep for more than a two hour stretch since. He was pretty sure this was the methodology the CIA used to torture people.

“You can go lay down with Dana. It’s not like I don’t know what you've been up to.” She gestured to William.

Mulder tried to smile, but was too tired to care if he succeeded. “I prefer to stay here.”

Maggie shrugged, and went back to counting William’s toes. There were still ten of them. William looked unconcerned with this information. He had two modes, Mulder mused, unconcerned and screaming.

Mulder had imagined his son looking up at him, smiling, seeing something of himself reflected in this new person. But instead, his son was about as interactive as a potato. All he wanted was to eat, sleep (but not for very long), and scream. Mulder saw the way Scully gazed at him, and wished he felt that. Not that he wouldn’t kill or die for his son, he would. It was a weird feeling to be so protective of something that kept peeing on you.

“Someone’s getting hungry,” Maggie said, and Mulder glanced over. William’s whole fist was in his mouth. She was right — usually what came next was Scully feeding him, or screaming.

Mulder wanted to avoid screaming.

He stood, and reached out for his son. “I’ll take him to her.”

Maggie nodded and passed the baby. “I was thinking I’d go to the store, then make dinner.”

Mulder nodded, appreciative. He and Scully hadn’t been apart since William was born, out of fear that as soon as they were, that was when Spender would strike. Scully was still having trouble getting around, given how rough her labor was, so dragging her to the store was hardly in the cards.

He wondered how long they could rely on Maggie like this. How long would they have to be afraid?

In the bedroom, the lights were off and the curtains drawn. It had been maybe an hour since Scully had retired, and he was loath to wake her. But she, at present, was how they fed their son. Scully had been pumping, but she wanted to store more. And she was concerned about something called nipple confusion.

“Scully,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Scully, the baby’s hungry.”

She stirred, and cracked open an eye. “Give him,” she muttered as she took off her shirt. He passed her the baby, and watched as she got comfortable on her side and positioned the baby at her breast.

Mulder went to his side of the bed and got in. He watched, amazed at how engrossing this was — Scully feeding their child from her own body.

“Your mom went to the store. And she’s going to make dinner.”

Scully nodded. “Good. I’m too tired to think about any of that.”

“Me too.”

Scully stroked his cheek, much the same way she did William’s. “Sleep for a bit. We’re ok.”

Mulder wanted to protest, but sleep enveloped him before he had a chance.

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limeinaltime · 2 years

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Okay okay hear me out I am rotating Jean Jacket in my head and while I am kinda sick of sequels, I really want to see more of her species in one of Peele’s future works (at least, a different movie/story in a different location where the stakes and environment would lead to different hunting patterns and adaptations which would then force the new cast to adapt as well or maybe just die idk) so here I am throwing my midnight-fueled brain jam out onto the internet wheeeeee

(Warning for slight spoilers)

- There’s a melanistic variant because that would be cool as fuck. Imagine a black UAP coming out of the sky like a black hole and eating you. Yikes.

- There’s smaller variants, ranging from the size of a large butterfly that sucks up insects and has a pearly appearance, to ones small enough to eat household pets. I’m sure rich weirdos on the dark web would sell them behind the scenes for a pretty penny (imagine having your own pet UFO lol), but good luck explaining to your local neighborhood why their pets have started to vanish.

- Certain species have bioluminescence, which mostly lights up at a defense mechanism or in certain cases, to camouflage against the night sky. People who claim to have been abducted by UFOs simply set off a UAP, but got lucky enough to be dropped, in which their concussed brains imagined being visited by aliens from another planet. Due to light pollution, this form of camouflage has become less effective.

- Some UAPs can grow to tremendous size, and any aerial crafts that enter their territory and look into those giant eye-mouths are good as gone.

- Aquatic variants, because why not. They turn upside-down when they feed, forming a whirlpool that sucks in everything in its path, from fish to unlucky vessels.

- The Bermuda Triangle could be a possibly feeding ground for a very big, very old UAP (electronics start malfunctioning, everything that enters vanishes forever, the setting is almost too perfect)

- Honestly any place where things mysteriously vanish could be a UAP’s territory in the Nope universe.

- While primarily carnivorous, they will suck up dirt and silt and eat the minerals inside, which is why most UAPs are seen in deserts or dry areas with lots of dirt and rocks. They often seek out salt pans due to the abundance of salt and other minerals (and maybe the odd tour group or two).

- UAPs age very slowly upon reaching adulthood. Any scars or chinks in its body can also indicate whether or not a UAP is old or not, but a surefire means of identifying age is unknown and currently impossible to achieve.

- Can either reproduce asexually or form pairs, usually during the warmer seasons every decade, maybe more. The males are usually in their opened, eldritch monster form and do elaborate displays where they sway that green frill around in hypnotic patterns and make themselves look at big as possible. It’s different from the snappy, quick pattern Jean Jacket was flashing in the movie. These rituals happen high up in the atmosphere where humans cannot see them.

- Pairs usually only stick together for the gestation period. The male brings food and drives off threats, but once the eggs are laid, the male dips and moves on until the next season.

- The eggs form a thick mucus coating that allows it to attach to the female in a sticky protective sac that insulates heat and provides nutrients. The female can’t hunt during this time, so she has to eat a lot beforehand in order to last long enough to see parenthood through.

- The sac explodes and the babies attach to the parent, only occasionally detaching and floating around. The residue from the egg sac is known as star jelly. Animals can eat the jelly, which is why DNA traces from said animals usually end up on it.

- The infants look like disk-shaped jellyfish upon hatching, but their bodies become more matte and tough as they get older. They fully detach from mom after about 3-4 years, but still remain close for protection from other wildlife. They start out the size of Frisbees, then grow to about the size of a small car, then eventually reach the size Jean Jacket is in the movie, in which they leave to seek out their own territory, or are driven out by the parent.

-The species only reproduces once (maybe twice if lucky) in their lives, so they are very protective of their young until they reach adulthood, even if many of the offspring die before their bodies harden, with only a small fraction of the many small babies surviving, and even less making it to adulthood and independence. The stakes in Nope would’ve somehow been raised of Jean Jacket had babies. There also could’ve been a theme about how baby animals (and kids as well) are usually exploited then get tossed aside for new ones once they reach adulthood/teenhood and stop being “cute”.

- I’m imagining that Jean Jacket is a descendant of the UFO from the Roswell Incident (which in real life was most likely debris from a weather balloon or something), a parallel to How OJ and Em are descendants of the unnamed man on the horse. New Mexico is just a state over from California, after all.

- Jean Jacket is the typical textbook UAP, and I headcanon her to be around the age of a young adult, hence all the aggression towards those who pose a threat to her territory and inexperience when living around humans. Since most UFOs are usually claimed to be metal, I’m assuming that they’re usually kind of shiny or maybe iridescent (to tie in that sea creature vibe), which is why I do headcanon that Jean Jacket is a female variant of her species (emphasis on headcanon) due to her more matte, sand-colored appearance.

-The little nick on her edge is due to another encounter with another member of her species that ended in conflict, due to an accidental trespass on an older UAP’s turf, or maybe in an attempt to fight another member of her species for a another spot.

- She was born the gulch, and and her mother left due to the increase in human activity (The Haywood ranch, Jupiter’s claim, etc.) Upon reaching adulthood, Jean Jacket made the journey back to the gulch, and since the Haywoods (mostly OJ since the dad gets killed eventually and Em was hardly around during that time) were so chill and not inclined to look at her, she just decided to stay there. Animals usually return to their birthplace since they know it’s a safe place to have babies, so she just thought that with the abundance of food, open space, and non-threatening neighbors, it was a good place to settle down in and do what animals do. At least until Jupe fucked up and set her off. God damnit, Jupe.

- Idk what scientific classification UAPs would be in; JJ is shown to be capable of the kind of intelligence found in most hunting carnivores, but looks a lot like jellyfish when unfurled. They also don’t seem to have a visible spine. My best guess as this point would be a very weird flying, intelligent echinoderm, or maybe an entirely new classification of creature entirely.

- Like all wild animals, the UAPs are very unpredictable and dangerous and should never be domesticated, tamed or approached unless with intent and a steady will in the event of intending to break one. But when witnessed from a same distance, they can be just as majestic as any other predator.

#nope 2022 #I am so normal about Jean Jacket and all her mysteries I swear-

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Let's say one of them gets sick--not to the point of being hospitalized, but maybe a cold or a flu. How would the other two try to care for him? (By the way, I just finished season 1 the other day. Such a cute show! I was already on the En x Atsushi train from the first couple of episodes, but after the finale, I couldn't help but want to include Kinshiro as well. I'm so glad to have found others who ship the three together!)

(My answer for this question got a little out of hand so I'm sorry about the length...! I’m just so glad to see someone still interested in this ship in 2023! it was a lot of fun to think about these three in depth again. I too was a big En/Atsushi fan early on but their dynamic as a trio was undeniable!!! If you have any other questions/thoughts to share, this ask box will be open for them!!! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy these rambling musings of mine :] )

I imagine En, who is lethargic on a GOOD day, would be the biggest baby of them all when he’s sick. 100% doesn’t even try to leave the bed, just whines until Atsushi or Kinshirou agrees to stay with him / feed him his soup / give him a gentle shoulder or head massage to help with his headache, etc… Atsushi is, as always, the mom friend, so I imagine he’s more than happy to acquiesce, and has a very involved soup he makes from scratch whenever any of them is sick, and he makes it while Kinshirou’s on babysitting duty. Meanwhile, Kinshirou: he may act cold or above it all at times, but he’s a natural worrywart. You probably haven’t gotten to that part of the series yet so sliiiiight spoiler warning (although I’ll keep it pretty vague), but in season 2 his somewhat excessive worrying about Atsushi is actually a pretty big plot point! So, I imagine that kind of behavior definitely comes out in full force when En is sick. Kinshirou would be the most genuinely upset of them all (including En), fussing and fretting while Atsushi laughs from the kitchen and tells him En will be just fine and that he’s definitely being a big baby / exaggerating how bad he feels because he knows Kinshirou will fawn over him (and he is right. He’s known En longer, so he’s quite familiar with his antics!). If medicine or groceries need to be gotten, it’s always Atsushi who goes: Kinshirou doesn’t want to let En out of his sight.

Usually, Kinshirou is the first person to chide En about his laziness being a bad habit, so you’d think that in a situation where that laziness (and accompanying whininess!) is upped, there would be a lot more scolding, but it’s quite the opposite: on a normal day, En isn’t doing much by CHOICE. When he’s sick, he can’t help it, and Kinshirou becomes much more accommodating because of it. He may know En doesn’t REALLY need to be treated so gently, but he treats it as an excuse of sorts to be as soft and obliging to En’s whims as he wants, since he would normally encourage him to be more proactive and do things himself for his own good. Basically, En being sick is an excuse for Kinshirou to be doting and spoil him a little, almost as if to make up for being a bit of a (loving) hardass on regular days! En, for his part, absolutely loves it of course.

En I feel would bounce back the quickest out of the three of them, so it’s almost never a long affair when he’s sick, but he does drag it out a bit because he likes when Kinshirou is soft with him, so he might play-cough or complain a bit for the next week after he finally recuperates to score some bonus cuddles and kisses.

Now, when Atsushi is sick: he tends to try to diligently do his usual chores/work, but quickly is cowed when En and Kinshirou team up to force him to REST. He’s conflict avoidant to a fault: if his boyfriends say he’s going to lie down, take his medicine, and nap until he sweats out his fever, who is he to argue? He’s definitely the best cook between the three of them, and his get-well-soon soup is a bit complicated/involved, so early in their relationship especially, they’re not quite able to tackle it alone. If he’s well enough (according to them), he might be allowed to sit at the dinner table wrapped up in a thick fluffy blanket and walk them through the steps, but if he tries to help at all (“Just let me dice the vegetables, it barely takes any strength!”) he’s quickly met with a glare from Kinshirou and a disabling octopus-hug from En. If he’s truly under the weather and can’t manage that, I’d say Kinshirou is quite capable of making Atsushi something comforting and tasty, since he canonically lives alone I believe (and thus has presumably had to cook for himself on several occasions). En becomes the human teddy bear on such occasions, providing constant calming comfort as Atsushi lets his diligence slip for once and openly wallows in his misery a bit (definitely not to the same degree as En does, but still). Once he’s fed, watered, and medicated, Kinshirou joins their little cuddle puddle, as fevers and illness tend to make Atsushi dwell on the pains of the past, and Kinshirou’s presence in particular helps keep the bad feelings at bay (he’s there, he’s WITH Atsushi, they’re not apart, things are so much better now, etc. etc.). Atsushi I picture kinda going from 0 to 100 quite fast, so one day he’s feeling bad and the next morning it’s almost like it never happened. He always wants to throw himself back into the swing of things right away, but of course, Kinshirou and En are having NONE OF THAT, and force him to take it easy for a while longer before they deem him well enough to be left alone.

Kinshirou is a different beast entirely. He’s more disciplined than anyone else they know, and so even En and Atsushi would be hard-pressed to identify when he’s started to feel ill before it starts getting out of hand. He hides his truest pains well, and is reluctant to show weakness even now, when he knows logically that he has people who love him and who he can trust with the fragile, needy parts of himself. Deep down, he still feels it would be asking too much of them to bare those “ugly” parts of himself and expect them to care for him and take them in stride. He sometimes doesn’t feel deserving of their attention when he’s not giving something back, even when he’s at his lowest and has nothing TO give back. Memories of how he behaved towards them for so long embarrass him still, and he sometimes bitterly thinks he was just /lucky/ that they could still love him even after they saw him at his nastiest and neediest, and that he has to do all he can to make sure his luck doesn’t run out. These negative feelings are only exacerbated by his feverish state when sick, which makes it hard to think straight. He worries that acting anything like he did then, wanting or demanding attention and care beyond what they freely give him, being /greedy/ for it, will make them think of how he was then like it always makes him think of it. When he is sick and frustrated and snaps out of pain and exhaustion, he thinks of himself as he was, and he doesn’t want them to think of him that way, so he’s reluctant to reveal it at all, and presses on as normal until either they notice on their own or he simply can’t go on anymore and it FORCES them to notice (often because he passes out from sheer exhaustion). And of course, every time, they prove his worst fears wrong, because they DO love him, and they DO want to care for him and make his hurt better any way they possibly can, no matter if he’s a little short with them.

Once his diligent, poised facade is broken, I imagine Kinshirou to be the weepiest and most miserable of the three when sick (compared to En, who mostly just whines about any and all discomfort and pain and doesn’t want to deal with anything, and Atsushi, who is more easily comforted and rarely falls into sadness spirals). He spends so much energy and time keeping his feelings in check, whether for the sake of his duties or out of personal preference (or those misguided feelings of obligation to be “perfect” for En and Atsushi), that when the dam breaks, there’s just that much more ready to flood out. He cries quite a bit, often quietly, sniffling miserably and hiding his face in whoever’s neck is closest, and so water and electrolyte drinks are a big must. One of his boyfriends absolutely MUST be with him at all times (although that’s basically par for the course when any of them is sick), though he will sometimes blearily insist that he’s okay and that En and Atsushi can leave him be and do whatever they have to/want to do (as if they haven’t dropped anything and everything already from the second that they realized he needed them). Atsushi will still make his Amazing soup, but he might rush it just a tad, because he can hear Kinshirou crying for him from the bedroom, all warbled and wet, even as he snuggles into En’s embrace and grips him as tightly as his sickness-weakened hands possibly can. They’d set him up in the kitchen like they do with Atsushi sometimes, but when he’s sick enough to need help, he’s too sick to sit up straight, so they may sometimes have to resort to something silly, like having their phones open on a call so Atsushi can talk to Kinshirou easily from the kitchen and reassure him from afar with his vocal presence. Feeling abandoned is the absolute worst possible thing for Kinshirou, especially when he’s sick and vulnerable, so even when he sleeps (usually fitfully), both En and Atsushi want to be there, because once early in their relationship he woke up to neither of them in the room (Atsushi was at the store, En was puttering around the house looking for something to entertain Kinshirou with when he woke up) and the resulting heartbreak when a delirious Kinshirou thought they had disappeared for good was too much for them to bear. For a while even after both of them had returned, he was completely inconsolable. They’d rather die than let him go through that again. (Of course, they wouldn’t simply forget that that happened afterwards, no matter how much Kinshirou would like them to. They talk about it, about the still-underlying insecurities and fears that plague Kinshirou (evidently deeply enough that he believes the people who love him may turn on him over essentially nothing), and they work through it together. It gets better over time, with patience and love :] )

Kinshirou is the one for whom sickness tends to linger, so even when he’s well enough to go back to school and his duties, he will likely still be a bit fatigued and sniffly, so En and Atsushi remain clingy and overprotective until he’s in tip-top shape (and honestly, probably a bit after too. It never hurts!)

#kinatsuen #enkinatsu #kinshirou kusatsu #en yufuin #atsushi kinugawa #boueibu #binan koukou chikyuu boueibu love #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love!#binan #ask

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nuagederose · 2 years

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kinktober 2022 // day eight: dreaming of you prompt: voice kink (courtesy of @the-purity-pen) pairing: alex/eric (flowers for alexander) also on ao3 💋

oh, i had fun here

To think about Alex.

To think of him in his purest, most naked form in the rouse of rain.

To think of him when no one knew as to how he felt about him. The thoughts pervaded throughout his mind, such that he could scarcely think of anything else once they welled up within him. It was almost too much for him, especially since his wife was the one carrying his baby, and she was coming along rather smoothly despite the injury to her foot courtesy of the steam pillar. The thoughts of Alex haunted about the catacombs of his mind, complete with those parted lips and those hooded eyes, those long black curls and the milky round face.

Such a beautiful boy, such that it annoyed him to no end.

Eric often found himself lying awake at night next to Florence and her growing baby bump. She was already showing at five and a half months along, and he knew that he would have to cram those thoughts down in another three and a half. He swore that, with all that the two of them had gone through with the advent of the steam, he would always devote himself to her forever. Their relationship was going to be more airtight than ever, especially with their baby on the way in only the span of a single season.

But at the witching hour, at three in the morning, he woke up to the thought of Alex before him like an incubus ready to take him under to his shadow realm. He gazed up to the ceiling and the faint shadows courtesy of the street lamp on the corner outside.

The amber light only added to the eerie feeling of Alex’s presence.

His body was beautiful, but there was one thing that Eric couldn’t hardly remove his mind from with him: the soft, deep warmth of Alex’s voice. When he smiled and spoke of words of knowledge and life itself, it was as if he spoke from the heart with it all. Something so sweet and warm could cozy him from head to toe, and it would hardly suffice a mere fraction of the warmth and fullness of Alex’s voice. Warm and silky like wild honey straight out of the beehive.

There were times in which Eric believed that Alex had a tongue of velvet, the silkiest and softest tulle of the finest velvet that he could ever dream of, and every word rolled forth as if to comfort him. As if the eyes and the soft lips were not enough, he seduced by way of soft, precious velvet. The mere sound of his voice haunted Eric’s mind more than his own body.

His wiry, gorgeous body was only the tip of the iceberg with the softness and tenderness of his voice. To bring it all together and all Eric could imagine was the complete package in all his beauty.

All his perfect beauty that left Eric wanting more and more, and such that Florence’s presence did not suffice in the least.

The thought of that made him grimace. He loved Florence, and he loved her so much that he was willing to take her in and hold her in the way that Alex could not for her. The boy was silky and sweet, but she found her way into his arms, and Eric got her pregnant, as if to assert his power and dominance. Quite the feat, it was as if he had won a bet of some kind, even though no one made a bet at all at any given point.

Besides, with the pregnancy, there was no way out of the deal at that point, not with the seed planted and the nourishment feeding it all the while.

Alex would always be the beauty, the delicate, shapely, gorgeous young buck with the lush black hair with the tiny gray sliver at the crown and the silky voice, and that was it.

And Eric wanted it. Eric wanted it all under his tongue.

He wanted it so bad that his own desires awoke him in the middle of the night, and he was met with the amber light from the street down below their apartment.

Florence lay on her back right next to him: the bedsheet covered her body up to her breasts, which in turn accentuated the slightly rounded shape of her belly. Sound asleep and as placid as ever, and Eric couldn’t fall back to sleep even with the sight of her there next to him.

He hoisted himself onto his elbows for a better look at her there. She was the one for him as from what he had promised to himself. But there was no denying on how he felt about Alex.

To bring those thoughts to life. To hook onto the tail of those dreams and bring them back down to earth for a dose of reality.

The other alternative was having them drive him to the point of madness.

Careful not to wake her, he sat up and he slid his legs out from under the blankets, and he sat on the edge of the bed. Eric peered over his shoulder to ensure that Florence was still asleep: she never stirred for a second.

He kept it going, and he crept across the carpet to the bedroom door which hung slightly ajar. It swung open in silence and he sidled on out of there to the dark, short corridor to the living room and then the front door. Alex didn’t live too far from there, only a few blocks away in those cozy apartments that overlooked the water.

He felt like such a whore when he thought about his own desires. Between his own marriage and the fact that his fantasies about Alex began to spill over at that point, there was no way that he could ever imagine himself as anything more than the truth at that moment.

There was the eavesdropping the night before, when Florence had invited Francine over to dinner, and Eric paid very little attention to their conversation, until well after the fact and the two of them believed that he was out of earshot. Those two girls knew something that remained far beyond his comprehension from what he could gather in the snippets of dull conversation before him. He had peeled off his shirt and changed into a clean white tee with flannel pajama bottoms.

Something told him it was going to be a regular thing to wear to bed with the baby coming in a few months’ time.

He stumbled out of the bedroom once he had changed his clothes and no sooner had he reached the hall when he heard his own name mentioned from the kitchen.

Eric swallowed and ran his fingers through his smooth straight black hair right out of his face. Careful not to bring attention to himself, he crept back to the kitchen where he heard those two women conversing with one another.

“—yeah, I guess,” Francine said.

“You know, Alex asked about you,” Florence told her in a low voice, and Francine hesitated right then.

“What’d he ask about with me?”

Eric pressed his back to the wall and kept his hands down below his waist to hold himself steady. The mere mention of Alex’s name made his heart skip a few beats.

“He just wanted to know how you were doing,” Florence replied. “God, you know, sometimes I forget how sweet he is.”

“He seems a little standoffish, though, Flo,” Francine confessed. “You know, he just lingers on the other side of the room with that little red guitar plunked across his lap and doesn’t talk to anyone. I don’t know how the guys from Testament do it.”

Eric pursed his lips at that. Oh, how Francine had so much to learn from them. Testament had great chemistry, even in the face of the steam. If anything, the steam only made their dynamic even tighter and more astute than any of the other thrash metal bands on the scene then. It was best to work with it rather than stave any part of it away: it perforated every aspect of life at that point, and thus, no avoiding of it whatsoever.

“That’s just how he is, Frankie,” Florence pointed out. “He’s a very diligent, very intelligent young man. I keep saying it, too: you and him should get together at some point. You guys’d be so cute.”

Eric raised his eyebrows at that.

“I don’t know…” Francine confessed, and her voice trailed off.

“I went out with him for a while,” Florence continued. “Really, trust me, Frankie. He’s a good boy. He’s really sweet.”

“Yeah, but you’re married to Eric now,” Francine insisted. “You’re also pregnant with his baby, too.”

“We have better chemistry,” she assured her. “It’s not like I completely left Alex behind in the dirt, either.”

There was a silence, but silence said a thousand words to Eric on the other side of the wall, such that he returned to the bedroom with all of that fresh in mind.

If Francine was going to get down with the voice, that voice that crowded his way into his dreams, then he would have to get into it first.

Thus, he reached the front porch at the witching hour, at three o’clock in the morning, and the sky overhead remained black, as black as the velvet that comprised Alex’s curls. He quietly closed the door behind him and, using the amber light of the streetlight, he descended the stairs to the grassy courtyard down below. Blackness surrounded him all the way along the sidewalk to the street.

No one else on the street, or there in the little parking lot outside of the apartment complex.

The lamps along the sidewalk lit his way, all the way to the corner. No cars were on the street: the sole noise came from the freeway not too far from there, and even then, there wasn’t a whole lot of white noise to go about, either.

Left turn and up the slight rise in the pavement. The next corner up and the wind picked up at his back.

“Eric?”

He turned his head and glanced across the street. There, under the awning of the café across the street with an acoustic guitar rested upon his lap, was Alex.

Instinctively, Eric glanced about the dark, deserted street and he padded over the blacktop to the other curb. The amber glow of the street lamps caressed Alex’s round face and softened those lips and those deep eyes: even in the darkness, the minute gray streak at the crown of his head was bright and prominent. He genuinely resembled to a prince right then, especially when Eric noticed the black velvet button-up shirt and matching loose trousers about his body.

“What are you doing out here?” Eric asked him as he neared the round little table on the faded gray boards outside of the pitch-dark café and he stood before him with one hand on his hip.

“I should ask you the same thing,” Alex retorted back to him with a straight face. He kept his right hand over the strings on the guitar body: in the dim light, Eric could see the little pick nestled in between his fingers.

“Um…” Eric pursed his lips and brought his hands behind his back, which in turn moved his chest out before him.

“I second that,” Alex said with a gentle strum of the strings. “Came out here because it’s a clear night and I couldn’t sleep because the steam pipes kept making this annoying noise.” His voice was low and sweet, as if he was talking to him while in bed.

“I came out here because—I, too, couldn’t sleep,” Eric followed it up. “But I—have a lot on my mind right now.”

“Like what? You can tell me.”

“Seriously?” Eric swallowed and it felt as though his body wanted to collapse right then and there on the hard wooden boards.

“Seriously,” Alex echoed him, and he strummed again, a warm, smooth tone emerged from those six strings.

“Is this velvet?” Eric asked him with a gesture to his clothes.

“Nylon,” Alex replied with haste.

“No, I mean, what you’re wearing here.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I found these in my closet.”

“In your closet.”

“Yeah, it was funny—I didn’t even know the pants were in there. The shirt, I’ve had for a while, but the pants, I was clueless about before. I put them on and I felt really good in these. In fact, the thought of wearing these made me feel so good that that was why I couldn’t sleep.”

Eric swallowed again, and his throat closed up. It felt so dry and parched at the back that it caught him off guard given the utter humidity of the Bay Area. Though the sky overhead was clear, he was surprised that the fog hadn’t rolled in at any given point over the course of the evening. It didn’t help that Alex’s crisp, sensual voice sounded as if he was seducing him right then and there.

“Have a seat,” Alex beckoned him with a gesture to the spindly chair next to him. Eric cleared his throat and he lunged for the chair; all the while, he struggled to calm down his racing heart. The late hour only made him all the more exhausted, but he was there, right across the table from Alex.

Alex himself knitted his eyebrows at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked him, slightly taken aback. “You don’t seem like yourself.” The way his voice inflected up a bit brought a soft feeling inside of Eric’s stomach.

“It’s… It’s late, is all,” he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

“No, no, I know you, Eric. There’s something off here.”

Alex set his guitar down next to him, and he leaned the neck against the leg of his chair. He stroked the side of his inky black curls with three fingers on his right hand and flashed Eric a deep-eyed stare. As if he stared straight into his soul and felt him from the inside.

“Did you know that people are at their most honest and most vulnerable when they’re either drunk, are about to die, or when it’s late at night?” he told him: his voice remained down low. The only thing they were missing was a big comfy bed and a pair of soft fluffy white pillows.

“I didn’t, no,” Eric confessed.

“Well… it’s true. Here it is, three in the morning, and as far as I know, you aren’t terminally ill nor are you hammered.”

“I would like a drink, though,” Eric quipped. “Just water, though.”

“Feel it like water, eh?” Alex asked him: the way he raised his eyebrows softened his face and brightened those deep eyes.

“Feel what like water?”

“The truth.” He turned in the seat of the chair and folded his arms over the table surface. A few tendrils of curly hair dangled over his shoulder like the vine on a weeping willow. “Tell me the truth, Eric. Why are you out here at such an ungodly hour? I’m here because I felt sexy with my guitar and all of this velvet around my body. What you here for? Who you selling for?”

Eric nibbled on his bottom lip and he very slowly turned around in his seat and kept one arm up on the tabletop so as to look wide open for him.

It felt like a boy ready to fess up to the boy he liked all to make him his boyfriend.

“You said you feel sexy with all of that velvet around your little body?” he recalled.

“Yes,” Alex replied, and he lowered those eyebrows and cracked him a little smile as if he was trying to figure things out for himself.

“Well…”

“Well?”

“You sound—so sexy,” he confessed to him. Alex bowed his head at that and gazed up him with his eyes large and his hands tucked in between his thighs.

“Sexy?” he echoed him in a slightly lower tone of voice.

“Quite. You’ve got this warm, sensual tone to your voice that just drives me nuts when I hear it more and more.”

“Oh. Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I have—to tell someone—“ He cleared his throat again. Alex turned away from him a little bit.

“I dream of your voice,” Eric continued, and the water of truth rushed out into the open as if he had lost control over the proverbial gates. “I dream of your tongue on me, of every part of your body, and it all ties back to that warm, silky, sultry voice of yours. It felt like you were seducing me just talking to me here—“

Alex clambered to his feet and he ducked away from there into the night without that nylon string guitar.

“Alex?” Eric called after him. “Alex? Alex!”

He chased after him to around the corner of the café, into the narrow alleyway which smelled of old coffee beans and cinnamon raisin: Eric realized there was a bakery next door there, and it already smelled delicious even though the bakers were a whole hour away from opening for the day.

Alex stopped next to the back door of the café and he buried his face in his hands.

“What’s the matter?” Eric asked him once he came within earshot. Alex shook his head but he never said anything.

Eric sighed through his nose.

“I know, I know, that was too much too soon,” he confessed. “Plus, I don’t know if you feel the same way about me that I do you. I mean, Florence has been trying to get Francine to get together with you and I worry that if you don’t know my feelings about you, you’ll never know. I’m going to be a father soon, too. I have to come clean before the baby’s born. I wanted to tell you before it’s too late, and—“

Alex dropped his hands from his face. His skin was milky and soft in the ambient light, and Eric could take a glimpse into his eyes, as vacant and faraway as they were at that very moment.

“What?” Eric asked him in a hushed voice.

“You think my voice is sexy,” he remarked in a low, round tone despite the faraway look on his face.

“Yes,” Eric confessed in a near whisper; he moved in closer to him, and he could smell his soft cologne on the side of his neck. “It’s like silk, Alex. Silky and sensual. I could have sex with it right now.”

Alex nibbled on his bottom lip and he raised his gaze to him. Nothing more than shadows all around them, but Eric swore that they stared into each other’s souls right then.

Alex raised his fingers to the top button of his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Eric whispered to him.

“Don’t tell Florence, please,” Alex begged him as he unfastened more buttons, all to expose that smooth skin on his chest. He reached the bottom button and he let his shirt hang open before Eric’s face. “No one should ever know about this.”

“I won’t, handsome,” Eric vowed to him with a caress down his bare chest and onto his slim, smooth belly.

“No one ever should know about this.” Alex’s voice was whispery and husky, the softest that Eric had ever heard before from him. He poked out his bare chest some more and let out a soft groan. “No one ever.”

He showed him his tongue and he lifted his head a bit to show off his neck to Eric.

“Touch me,” he begged, still in that sexy voice. “Please touch me.”

“Where?” Eric asked, also in a whispery, husky voice himself.

“You know where.”

Eric licked his lips: how he wanted a drink of water right then. But he also wanted Alex right then.

He reached for the button of those velvet pants, and he unfastened them with one index finger and his thumb.

He showed Alex his tongue, in spite of the darkness.

“You know exactly where,” Alex continued, still in that tone of voice. “You know exactly where.”

“Here?” Alex’s skin below his belt was warm and smooth, as if he was waiting to be caressed.

“Don’t—tell—your wife—please—“ Alex gasped at the feeling of Eric’s thick fingers down in the front of his jeans. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back some more, to show off his Adam’s apple to Eric.

His fingers crept over the skin of his shaft: though he was tucked away in the safety of his underwear, Eric could feel him. He could feel his heart pounding, such that he could feel his skin tightening there.

“I won’t tell my child about this, either,” Eric whispered into his face. “Not until they’re old enough and Florence is out of the room.”

“Oh, god, I thought I was a bad boy,” Alex cracked, and he treated Eric to a low whistle and a groan inside of his throat. Eric brought his other hand to his side, just to feel more of Alex’s warm, smooth skin.

He then felt something upon the crotch of his jeans, and he realized that Alex was returning the favor to him through his pants.

“Oh, man, you’re hard as a rock,” Alex groaned out, and he did the same thing for him with one hand on the button of his jeans and then his one hand down the front and his other underneath the hem of Eric’s shirt. Eric himself kept on fondling Alex between his legs but it was hard to focus with Alex’s hands on him.

His fingers on his belly, and his lips to the side of his neck, right underneath his ear, Eric did what he could to stay quiet there in the alleyway, lest he wake the neighborhood for one single moment.

“Ah—“ Alex gaped his mouth wide open for him, and then he closed his eyes and he treated Eric to a gentle, pleasured groan. That sexy velvety voice gave way to an even sexier, velvetier groan from the feeling between his legs. Such a sexy feeling that Eric couldn’t resist coming in his pants, either.

“Oh, man, so wet,” Alex whispered into his face. “Such a fat, wet dick.” Eric leaned his head forward and pressed his forehead to Alex’s, all to look right into his face.

“I hope you brought extra undies,” Eric whispered to him.

“I didn’t, no,” he confessed.

“Well, shit. You wanna go back to my place and change and clean up or your place?”

“My place,” Alex replied as he took his hand out of Eric’s pants. “It’s closer, and I don’t know if Florence will be okay with me being there.”

“Florence was asleep when I left.”

“She won’t be for long, though,” he told him, still with a husky voice. “Trust me.”

“Shit. We gotta hustle.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you can get your hand out of my pants now.”

Eric nibbled on his lip again, to which Alex snickered.

“Again, no one can ever know,” Alex told him, still in that low, husky voice.

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #kink tumblr #kink tag #day 8 #fanfic #fanfic art #fic with art #sketches #pencil sketch #alex skolnick #eric peterson #testament #testament band #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannahart

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Zest - Spring 2

We join Johnny and Peaches in their apartment in San Myshuno, following the birth of their child - we'll get to him soon. First, though, the two of them are having a conversation about their living situation.

"It's really too small here, don't you think, Johnny?"

"Yes, absolutely. We made it work for Axel, but he was a bit older when he started staying here. I don't know about raising another child here, especially if we're going to still have Axel with us half the time." Which was the plan - although John had received legal custody in his and Peaches' divorce, he'd been increasingly open to a more shared-care arrangement.

So the Zest family pack their bags and head out of San Myshuno. Their new home is a retro-modern build in Del Sol Valley. It's still very urban, but there's a lot more space than you'd ever get in a city apartment.

After selling the apartment and most of their furniture, Johnny and Peaches have enough to buy their new house and also outfit several of the rooms. There's still a lot that needs doing, including whole rooms they can't afford to fit out yet, but everyone in the house at least has what they need. A nursery goes in next door to the master bedroom for their newest addition, and Axel gets a room downstairs for whenever he stays with them.

As for the newest addition, here he is! Peaches and Johnny had a boy while I was off playing one of the other families, because I forgot I could pause pregnancies while I did that. The same thing happened when Eliza Pancakes was pregnant, and the game named her daughter Adrienne, which was so pretty and was exactly what I could imagine Eliza calling her daughter. So what did the game choose for Johnny's son?

Adolf.

Maybe not. Meet Hendrix Zest! I wanted another name with an 'x' in it, to match Axel. Peaches and Johnny actually have both the same hair colour and the same very pale green-blue eyes, so Hendrix obviously inherited both of those too. Hendrix is a 'sunny' infant, so a cheerful little guy, and he quickly picked up a range of really cute quirks, like 'loves wakeup time' and 'feeding tinkler'.

As soon as Peaches, Johnny, and Hendrix are settled in Del Sol Valley, they have Axel over for the first half of the season.

I love the face Axel makes as he gets a kiss from his mother! Johnny gets to show Axel his new room and it's very sweet when Axel shows his step-dad his appreciation with a hug. Peaches and Johnny really took pains to fit Axel's room out nicely and make him feel welcome - he currently has the only computer in the household!

Then it's time for Axel to meet his half-brother. He starts happily chatting away to Hendrix immediately, which is so cute and wholesome. These guys are really crushing the blended family life.

Of course, Axel being much older than Hendrix, it's important he gets some age-appropriate activities to enjoy away from the baby as well. Johnny takes him to the Humor and Hijinks Festival, where he performs a couple of sets, and Axel...does his homework? But also hopefully enjoys eating some street food and hanging out in the city for an evening!

When Love Day rolls around, Peaches and Johnny get a babysitter for Hendrix and Axel, and head out for a breakfast date. This serves double duty in making sure they both enjoy the holiday and also progressing Peaches' soulmate aspiration. The restaurant is a cute breakfast-focused place in Newcrest.

Johnny also works on his aspiration, Jokester, for which he needs to max out his comedy skill. Naturally, he has a microphone and mirror set-up in the master bedroom again, so he can refine his routines.

Peaches is still working her retail job for a few hours each morning after having Hendrix. Johnny works in the evenings, so he can be around for the baby while she's at her shifts. She gets home mid-season in time to say goodbye to Axel, who is heading back to his Dad's right after school.

Peaches is always sad after Axel leaves, but Johnny does a good job of cheering her up.

A very good job, in fact. He's the perfect distraction!

So is Hendrix, who with the loving attention of his parents, is racing through his milestones. Pretty soon he's sitting up, trying new foods, and babbling away.

There's also staying in shape to consider. Johnny has always loved jogging to clear his head and stay fit, and he's enjoying the change of scenery in Del Sol Valley. Peaches has taken up yoga, and although she's not very good yet, it's nice to be out amongst her (as yet unplanted) garden and the little pool that came with the house, which she and Johnny hope to expand one day.

Peaches and Johnny also get to meet another resident of their neighbourhood, Venessa. She's hoping to make it big in Del Sol Valley, and both Johnny and Peaches think she's good company.

Johnny's favourite thing to do at the moment is hang out with Hendrix, though. He put his bachelor days behind him quickly after meeting Peaches, but Johnny doesn't seem to have any regrets about jumping into fatherhood fairly young either. Cheerful Hendrix is about as easy a baby as anyone could have hoped for, and Axel has been a pretty great step-kid too, so he's having a great time with the parenting lark.

And so spring of the second year comes to an end for Johnny, Peaches, Axel (a visitor for the picture, not a resident of the house), and Hendrix. The house still needs some work but Del Sol Valley seems to suit their growing family down to the ground!

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 234

The Bad Seed

It’s so unfair I didn’t manage my time better that I have to pause mha to watch this right now. DABI’S DANCE IS NEXT AND I JUST….

“The Bad Seed”

Plot Description: Rowena tries to recruit witches, while Castiel struggles to control the attack-dog spell coursing through his veins. Amara feeds—and grows.

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: RIP to those witches but I would have joined Rowena’s coven

Oh sweetieeeee, Mega Coven doesn’t have the same grandeur as Grand Coven. I’m so sorry, babe. Let’s revise it. I believe in you.

I LOVE her rage

How many times are we going to go back to the scene of Dean and the Darkness just after they freed her??

I need to know which one of them wrapped that blanket around Cas. It’s imperative that I gain that knowledge. He’s handcuffed and he’s chained to a very small area, he did not get that blanket himself. He’s suffering so much, poor baby

You REALLY need to rename your new coven

Is Sam the only one in this room who hasn’t worked closely and one-on-one with Crowley for a extended time? Is that why he’s on his moral high horse about what a dick Crowley is?

The angel radio thing is a super convenient explanation they can throw in whenever they want. I’m not saying Cas is lying that those are the voices he’s now hearing…just that he may be wrong

I like this connection Amara has with the former representation of the Darkness. I mean, it’s probably unhealthy, but can you imagine being tbr equivalent of an 8-10 year old, seeing an older version of yourself in the mirror and them telling you “we are mightier than god”?!

Are…are these this universe’s Great Value ineffable husbands? Or is this just a one off scene of an angel and a demon sitting down for a drink while discussing what horror has heaven and hell in a tizzy

I…hate how they’re treating this nobody witch

It must be so difficult being a super powerful demon and having to grovel at the feet of this little girl because she’s gonna grow up into something that’s mightier than you and god. She’s in your care, but you’re under her thumb

Well, I can’t say I saw her killing her nanny coming…Crowley’s realizing what a huge mistake he’s maybe made

Can we stop handcuffing Rowena??

If Amara keeps this up, Crowley’s not gonna have any demons left

She’s so proud of her leverage against Dean. If he calls Crowley and she dies as a result? They’ll never have the Book of the Damned and they can’t fix Cas and he slowly succumbs to the spell she put on him and eventually dies too

Oh, Cas…baby, where are you going??

I love that cruel Crowley is back. As much as I enjoyed trying to be Dean’s bff Crowley, it IS better when he gets to be mean

Not that they can’t do it oh so well on their own, but Rowena making sure that wedge gets driven between the Winchesters…it’s been to long since they were fighting. What, two episodes?

I know it’s late at night but the optics of just some dude forcefully leading a lady in old timey handcuffs is NOT GREAT, SAM

This poor girl, she was just trying to get home or something. And poor Cas, he’d never do this in his right mind.

Dean, don’t hit on random women on the street, especially this late at night. I’m glad she told him to get a life

He’s gonna feel so bad about this when he comes to…Yeah, it’s okay to throw Dean around like a rag doll. Not only can he take it, but it’s probably good payback from when he tried to kill you last season

Nah, she was so right for that. She did the equivalent of shoving Sam aside and locking the three of them in a room and they’re looking at her like it’s the greatest betrayal. Like they’re in some horrible predicament now. Dean literally just tried to change the terms of their deal before they went looking for Cas, she has no reason to believe they’d uphold their end of the bargain (letting her go free)

See? They’re FINE. Dean, did you ever think Cas wants to heal your wound because he can’t stand the thought that he did that? You don’t have to keep it because you had it coming. You don’t have to torture yourself

Ah damn, another nanny down…and now Amara is a…preteen??

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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