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yv-sketches · 1 year ago

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hello, I just discovered your fanfic "birds do not talk and spoons do not bow" about the wizards of once and I was wondering if you are going to finish it? It's so good btw

Oh man, this ask sent me on a nostalgia trip back to 2019-2020. I am so glad you like it! Someone coming to tumblr to tell me they liked my silly little fic is genuinely the greatest compliment, thank you so so much!

Whether I will finish it is a hard question. I had so many ideas for this fic and this ask single handedly brought them back 😂 I would love to, because I have multiple chapters planned out and partially written, but I never found the time to finish them and my life is wildly busier now.

I originally planned 3 story arcs. Chapters 1-13 were the first one in which they became friends. Chapter 14-25 would be the second one, mirroring book 2 and part of book 3. They meet Perdita for the first time, there is a kidnapping that makes the parents temporarily join forces to find the children, Sychorax commits a murder, Xar gets influences by his witchstain and ch. 25 would end with a confrontation with the Kingwitch.

Chapter 16 is the opening of the zoo, with Kingcat, Forestheart and Nighteye as three big cats living there. I don’t want to promise anything but I did write a paragraph or two for it just now…

Here’s a piece I’ve written that would happen somewhere around chapter 25.

“Hello. You are Xar, right?”

Xar turned away from the lion enclosure to see a tall young man in front of him.

“I am Alexandre Augustin, excuse my accent, I am from France.” The stranger introduced himself.

Xar didn’t shake his outstretched hand. “Are you the grown up my father hired to talk to me?”

“I’m twenty-one, I doubt that counts as grown up.”

“Whatever.”

“I heard your father was looking for professional help, but I thought I would be able to help you better.” The young man said. “He said you are often angry.”

A therapist. Great. Xar didn’t answer, so the therapist stood there with his hands clasped in front of him.

“Your father said I could find you in the zoo after closing times,” he tried. “Do you want to go inside?” He opened the door to the crocodile enclosure and Xar wondered if ‘WARNING: DANGEROUS’ meant something different in French.

“Watch out for the crocodile.”

“Thank you for the warning, Xar.”

Xar wanted this guy to vanish, but he was merely doing his job, and the poor shrink didn’t deserve to get eaten by a crocodile at his fathers request. The therapist slowly walked into the crocodile enclosure, paying the crocodiles no mind. Xar followed, but made sure to leave the door open in case they had to make a run for it.

“May I?” He gestured to a log next to the water, asking permission as if Xar was the boss of the zoo. When he didn’t answer, the therapist sat down.

After shooting the crocodiles a glance, (still in the water and making a few grumbling sounds), Xar sat down next to him. The crocodiles floated around like malicious pool noodles, watching their every movement.

“I once met a furious komodo monitor. He poisoned every human who came close and fended off all attempts to catch him,” the shrink said.

It did not sound like a subject for a therapist to Xar. Where had his father found this loon?

“It turned out he was not truly angry, just sad.” The loon turned to Xar and offered a smile. “I don’t think you’re angry either.”

He had a kindly face, though Xar supposed most therapist-like people did. You didn’t become a therapist if you had issues like him.

He said nothing. He knew you were supposed to talk to therapists but was there to say to a story like this? ‘Yes, I am actually sad, now I will never be angry again?’ His father would like that, but unfortunately Xar was just his rude, impulsive, stupid self.

The shrink turned back to the crocodiles, as if inspecting their scales. “I will be honest, Xar, I am not a therapist, and my name is not Alexandre either. The real Alexandre is the therapist.”

Xar backed away, his eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to make sense of what he just said. “You impersonated a therapist? Why?” This took a 180, and got incredibly interesting, if only Xar was in the mood to appreciate it.

Not-Alexandre smiled his kindly smile, even if he kept looking at the crocodiles. “To talk to you. Your father quietly asked his influential friends for a therapist who could help with anger issues. He mentioned that you thought you could speak to animals.”

Great. His father told the whole world the was a delusional lunatic.

“And you came all the way from France to tell me this?” Xar crossed his arms and stared the impostor therapist down. He had half a mind to stand up and leave. Good thing he’d left the door open.

“Alexandre is from France, I am not. I speak French though.”

He realised the not-therapist had dropped the accent sometime during their conversation. “Then who are you? Is there anything you said that isn’t a lie?”

Another kindly smile. “I didn’t lie about the komodo monitor. It took a lot of work to diffuse his anger.” Then he added: “He told me he hadn’t spoken to anyone since his brother died.”

It took a second for the words to land, then Xar’s mouth fell open. “You...” his eyes flitted from the crocodiles behind them, to the guy next to him and back.

“I asked them if we could stay here for a while and they accepted.“

A not-therapist who can talk to animals too.

“So you can...”

“Yes. Mammals, reptiles and birds. Unfortunately no insects or fish, and I struggle to understand amphibians.”

Xar looked him up and down, but he looked like a perfectly normal human.

“Just birds and mammals. Sometimes I feel like reptiles try to say something, but it’s in a language I don’t understand.” He replied, still dazed by the fact that this person spoke so casually about this.

Here he was, sitting next to an identity thief, comparing groups of animals who spoke to them, like grades on a test.

Not-Alexandre put a hand on Xar’s shoulder.

“I am not sure why we can hear them, or how, but know that you are not crazy.”

“Do you know other people... like this?” Xar leaned in closer, filled with a sudden eagerness to compare speaking animals with other people.

“There’s a story where I am from, about a boy in the middle ages who spoke to a dangerous bird stuck in a tree and rescued it. When the bird was healed, it let the boy fly on its back.”

“I’ll have to ask Timeloss about that next time he gets stuck in a bird feeder.” He’d fly away and never come back.

“I know one person who actually existed. It is hereditary I think.” The impostor continued.

“Your family?”

The not-therapist-who-spoke-to-animals stared at the ground and spoke with a faint glimpse of sadness.

“The brother of the komodo monitor did not die. His father had him institutionalized, until he ended it.”

Xat did not know what to say to such a terribly sad story, so he gave the stupidest reply possible. “I didn’t know komodo lizards lived that long.”

If the fake therapist minded, he did not show it. “Usually they don’t, but this one did. Outliving his friends only worsened his anger. It was nearly 150 years ago. The father was important enough to keep it hidden.”

“Parents with jobs like that hate the truth I guess,” Xar said. “My father sure doesn’t.”

“Xar, listen,” the strange man spoke, “I don’t know your father very well, but if he truly despised the truth, he would not have asked Alexandre to come. Maybe it is wrong, but parents do a lot of wrong things out of desperate love.”

The way Not-Alexandre said it made it seem as if he knew what it felt like.

“Your father loves you. It does not right any wrongs, I know. No loving parent is without faults, and you are not obliged to forgive them, but a loving parent is willing change once they see their mistakes.”

For a second, Xar allowed himself to entertain that thought, to imagine a father who did not think his hobbies childish, who did not insist he stay out of the woods behind his house and let him and Wish be friends without bringing up Wish’s afwul mother. It was a nice thought.

“Xar!” Encanzo’s voice boomed from somewhere else in the zoo.

It was a good thing he did, for Xar was two seconds away from hugging this person and crying his eyes out.

The strange young man smiled. “Come, your father won’t like it if he sees us near the crocodiles.”

They left the crocodile enclosure after thanking them profusely for their time. Xar felt a little silly waving goodbye to animals he could not understand.

They found Encanzo back at the lion enclosure.

“My apologies, there has been a mistake here.” Not-Alexandre looked so sincere, Xar’s father bought the lie. “I must have been sent here by accident, sir Atarexeiavanqaj. I’ll let the board of directors know of this and they will send a suitable replacement.”

To Xar and Encanzo’s great surprise, the not-therapist pronounced their name perfectly. They shook hands and not-Alexandre left. Encanzo was too speechless to protest.

A small pang of sadness shot through Xar’s chest at the thought that he would never see this young man again. He ran after the impostor, who was dastardly fast.

“Wait, who are you then?” Xar whispered.

The young man gave him one last smile.

“The accident.”

#the wizards of once #ask

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 10 months ago

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Hello!

(I'm too awkwardly British for this kind of thing but I'm gonna try-)

I just wanted to drop in and thank you for being such a kind and supportive person! You always have so many lovely and thoughtful things to say about people's creations and ideas (including mine), and it's so nice to see!

💖🐎🗡️👑

Well, this is about the nicest way to start a day that I can possibly imagine!!! If you worry that you’re too British to send notes like this, I sometimes worry that I am too much an insufferable Yank to be out in the world at all so I’m glad we’re both able to push past our insecurities to be transatlantic buddies!

And just so you know—you are one of my absolute favorite people here! I love your stories AND your art AND your various takes on all kinds of things (you doing a read-through of the Silm right now is a real joy, because in addition to being smart and insightful, you’re also so funny!). You’ve been extremely generous with me as well, including with beautiful art made out of the kindness of your heart that I still look at and admire frequently and always will. I always look forward to seeing what you’re up to and what you’re thinking about and how you’re planning to torture our shared baby boy Théodred, and I hope to continue doing so for a long time to come! ♥️🐎🗡️👑

*And for anyone reading this who hasn’t checked out Brig’s fics (all truly wonderful, but I am especially partial to But He Will Not Return) or amazing drawings should get on that right away!*

(I am given to understand that many Brits, as part of a general aversion to public displays of emotion, can be uncomfortable with public praise, too, so I hope this isn’t awkward for you! But as an American, making Brits uncomfortable is my national heritage! 😂)

#asks #answered asks #an incredibly lovely way to start my day #and the very definition of mutual!

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eneiryu · 1 year ago

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down in the valley where the suns getting low was so good i loved it! that last scene where theo and liam run into each other at scott’s house was so vivid and perfect i could see it happening clearly in my head (and all of your fics are so easy to picture cause of the way you write they’re perfect) and i had to put my phone down and scream when i read it it was the perfect ending and perfect story. it was so sad and well written and i immediately read both sequels right after.

i love that you had Quentin in this fic as well it really makes the teen wolf multiverse so complete and the fact that liam kills him to protect theo was something i’ve been wanting to read forever lol (having one of them deal with quentin to protect the other)

i also read your ask about the s5 au and that is also one of my favorites it was so good and i looked forward to every chapter each week.

for the s6 potential continuation, maybe it could start with any of the storylines (ghost riders, anukite, or monroe). maybe the anukite was brought by something the dread doctors did and it could happen after a time skip so a fast forward to 6b except liam has this version of theo on his side? or maybe time skip s6 all together and make s6 take plave over a shorter time period so a potential continuation would just pick up with the pack hunting monroe and scott building his relations with other packs with this version of theo who isn’t really learning to be a good person and hasn’t changed all that much, he’s just shifted his goal from wanting a pack to just wanting to be with liam. i think that could be really interesting because liam still is very much a good person and an alpha in training and he doesn’t justify killing people but theo especially this version probably doesn’t care (especially if it meant choosing between liam and some hunter) and that seems like something that would change things a lot and be easily exploited by someone like monroe.

Thank you! I’m so glad I finally got down in the valley out. It was a story I wanted to write for a long time, but frankly struggled to write for a really long time—I think because I was so desperate to get it right—and I’m pretty darn happy with how it turned out. Glad folks seem to be enjoying.

And ha, yes: I think Quentin’s demise, even in a canon divergent AU, was something a lot of people have been wanting for a long time. 😂

On the S6 AU, I almost hesitate to admit this because—and I’m warning everyone now—it will be at least six months before anything even approaching an S6 AU is ready, but: I have the first and second scenes, and am starting to get the shape of the thing. It will involve a canon divergent take on S6A, partially because I am really taken with the idea of a Theo v. Douglas showdown, and also potentially how to give Kira a more prominent role? Another reader (I believe it was @equallyloyalandlethal , unless this is @equallyloyalandlethal ) reminded me that canonically, there’s a connection between Kira and the Wild Hunt, and I think that could be really fun to play with, especially in the context of Theo’s and Kira’s relationship (lack of skinwalker prison notwithstanding). So, we are making like, millimeters of progress towards potentially having an outline, which for me is the first step to writing a story.

Anyway! So glad you enjoyed down in the valley, I remain flattered as ever that there is such interest in a potential S6 continuation, and thanks for the ask. 😊

#eneiryu ask

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veryinnovative · 1 month ago

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that's great though!! like, obviously I love having you back around and I love getting to read your stuff, but more importantly I'm glad you're feeling the want to be back, y'know? fandom can be such a great community and a great outlet and comraderie (it can also suck for a variety of reasons, for sure, but that's a whole other conversation lmao)

omfg yes I meant selkie 😂😭 autocorrect GOT my ass on that one windibeueh.

the thing I'm writing is separate from the Witcher thing, it's much more..... like, soft dark wistful quiet. its from regs POV so he only really knows about selkies and then a teensy bit about humans. i haven't fully decided what I'm DOING with it yet, I just got this intense like flash of the beginning in my head and I had to write it out — and it's the first time I've felt motivated to really write anything in years so it's both a huge relief (I kinda thought I wasn't able to anymore) and terrifying!!

okay but a witcher AU goes CRAZY. hear me out tho, what if black brothers are witchers. geralt is so gd GRUMPY in the beginning, and then James as Jaskier? but james as geralt also goes wild crazy, he'd be so good at saving people — oh god what if reg was Yennefer. my mind is RACING, there's SO many possibilities you're right

(okay but what if they sent a witcher to kill Remus the werewolf, bc classic, but then he gets there and Remus is just a dude with some scars and not a werewolf at all and he's like:🧍🏻‍♀️ uh hi sjnsjdhsjs 😂😂 )

ok this ask has been BREWING in my mind but now im in the video game brainrot ic an finally answer

a witcher au has SO MANY possibilities. you could try and fit them into existing character boxes [the whole geralt/yennefer etc dynamics] but honestly u can also just use the world and lore as your playground and make of it what you'd like! werewolf remus would work just as well,, but it's funny bc compared to the hp world, a werewolf is like, one of the least threatening creatures in that world considering all sorts of other pests that exist fsgsadf

i didnt entertain the idea of black brothers as witchers... bc i see them more as higher vampires but it could work?? walburga has the shittiest luck if u were to go into that direction. like imagine regulus was planned bc sirius was a child of destiny and bam. They go fuck it up again and now regulus is to be taken into a witcher school. like not even are those chances super slim but also both of them surviving the trials? insanity. i thing to amp up the spice you could have them go to different witcher schools, rivalry between them and all

i am partial to a universe where james and sirius are witchers who were raised at the same school. and then maybe regulus as a mage? mayhaps some rogue one? fancied the banned arts a little too much? like yennefer made so much bank on pretty much fertility magic and i can see regulus being renowned for. idk. necromancy or demonology.

like some kind of dlc variant where regulus binds himself to a very dangerous demon that requires the help of a witcher..which makes him reunite with sirius mayhaps...

you awakened the witcher demon in me..i just think deranged sorcerer reg in any fantasy au fucking SLAPS

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zepskies · 1 year ago

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Me seeing your gif choice:

His eyes might’ve been on the pool game, but he was playing chess in his mind.

What a line. Like, holy shit.

Ooh thank you, lovely! Daniel's a player. He's seeing all the moves in his mind.

That exchange was ominous as hell, and also intriguing...

🤐 All I can say is, you'll see next Friday. lol

Eileen! So happy to have her in this chapter. I loved that she and the reader were bonding. ("So too old" was hilarious, by the way.) And Eileen and Dean's relationship is super-sweet. Her offering him a cookie, and him signing "thank you" in response? Staaaahp. <3

Thank you so much for calling the moments with Eileen (and her little moment with Dean), because I really enjoyed including more of her in this chapter. 💕

Hot biscuits, he put on a leather jacket. Okay...

Everything about her new car felt so right. Her being incredibly grateful, but also refusing to accept it without partially paying Dean back. Dean's dedication to the project and his glee--his "dancing" eyes!!--while presenting it to her. Bobby being a big, ol' softie and making sure Dean got a good deal, along with all the parts he needed. [Chef's kiss]

Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed that scene as well. 🥹 Dean's been doing a lot for her, and she's so independent, I thought it was only right that she try to pay for at least half of it.

I was so glad she got to hear everyone praise her cooking/baking skills at Christmas dinner. She deserved that. It was a nice little nudge for a brighter future for her. <3 I liked that Dean, once again, gently, but pointedly commented about her opening a place of her own. And Sam jumping in to help her with a loan warmed me.

Yesss I'm happy you liked this tidbit; I'm leading to something with that, believe me. 💗

John seeing that she is good for his son was such an important inclusion. And being the "anchor tethering [Dean] to dry land"? What an honor that'd, honestly. <3

I really liked getting into John's head a little bit in that moment. I think he needed to be humanized a bit lol, but also for us to see how he sees his sons, and how he sees the women in their lives. 💕

↪️Especially important after he sees how the reader holds her ground against him.

Her having a Plan™ for Dean. Hoooo, boy.

...you were also a caring person, who tried to take care of him. Dean hadn’t really had that…from anyone before.

The mix of comfort and pain here--it really was Christmas for me. xD<3

This was the chapter where I realized I had created a reader who actually shared a lot of similar character traits with Dean: stubborn, loyal, caretaking, independent to the point of character flaw at times, etc. 😂 And yet those are traits that they still appreciate in each other.

You encouraged him to lie on his stomach in the middle of the bed, so you could start on his back. Your hands glided down planes of muscle and smooth slopes while you straddled his thighs.

jesus christ

Lmfaoo writing the massage scene was fun for me. 😏

“I love you, you know?” you said. He smiled. “I’ve got some idea, yeah.”

Okay. All right. This is some of the best romantic shit (complimentary) I have ever heard. Like, a rom-com could never. Elite.

UGHHHH you don't know how much that warms me, God. 🥰🥰 When it comes to romance, I try very hard not to create "Hallmark" cheesy moments or cliches, but something that might stick in your mind, like the truly classic rom-coms often do. They leave you with a line that becomes iconic.

A la:

You've Got Mail: "I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."

He's Just Not That Into You: "You are my exception."

As Good As It Gets: "You make me want to be a better man."

Bridgett Jones's Diary: "I like you very much, just as you are."

Love Actually: "To me, you are perfect."

And while I am not as domestic as these two's future is looking, their discussion was adorable. <3

Haha I was going canon season 3-6 Dean-esque on this one. He wanted a family so damn bad, and I'll never forgive the show writers for not giving that to him. 🥲

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, as always, hun!! I so appreciate you. 💕

Smoke Eater - Part 15

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: Thank you as always for the lovely responses on the previous chapter! It was a long one, so thank you for sticking through with me. We're about to lighten up a little with some Christmas spirit! ❄️🎁

**Also, if you're a fan of The Boys (and Soldier Boy), there's an awesome book you can check out, called Supes Ain’t Always Heroes: Inside the Complex Characters and Twisted Psychology of The Boys.

If you want to learn more about the book (including cast interviews and a character study on Soldier Boy), I wrote a review about it here!

Otherwise, on to some more firefighter!Dean!

🔥Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, fluff, tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, lots of feels.

Part 15: “The Good Part”

“How many damn arrests does that make?” Daniel asked. He gripped his pool cue with both hands while he leaned on it.

His son stood at the other end of the pool table, lining up his shot. He paused to think.

“Six,” Nick replied. His cue released, and it knocked two of his balls into the pocket.

“Six,” Daniel repeated, while Nick came his way to find an angle for his next turn.

Daniel shook his head. His lips were angrily pursed. His eyes might’ve been on the pool game, but he was playing chess in his mind. He had underestimated John Winchester’s for far too long, it seemed.

The man was stubborn as all hell. And he’d been busy lately, getting “Azazel’s” men busted for all manners of bullshit.

“Alastair’s mole says Winchester’s been calling in favors from his old friends in Narcotics, trying to bust our small fries,” Nick reported. “Getting them on everything from petty theft to drug possession, with intent to sell. But it’s nothing we can’t pull ‘em out of.”

“Time, money, added risk,” Daniel cited on his fingers all the reasons why John Winchester was a pain in his ass. “It’s only a matter of time before they get a warrant to rip apart Savage & Co., sweep the whole damn building. For forensic evidence, our files, all the jazz.”

Daniel’s fingers drummed thoughtfully against his chin. “A damn cop thinks he’s being cute.”

Nick missed his second turn. His hand fell against his thigh in annoyance, but he looked up.

“Dad, it’s your move.”

Daniel rubbed at his chin. His eyes were no longer seeing the board in front of him. Eventually, they slid up and met his son’s gaze.

“We’re going to start from the beginning,” he said.

Nick’s face gave away his confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

Daniel just smiled.

It was Christmas Day, and John was late. Sam and Dean were used to that drill, so they weren’t expecting him until dinnertime.

Meanwhile, it gave you a chance to find your footing as you got to know Eileen. She had helped you bake the pies that were now cooling on the counter (pumpkin and berry crumble), and a few of the side dishes for dinner. Sam had covered cleaning up the rest of the house, while Dean tackled his favorites: the ham and the mac and cheese.

Now the guys were in the living room watching football while you and Eileen were still in the kitchen, decorating some gingerbread cookies you two had made. She enjoyed it; doing holiday crafts with her students had been bringing out her artistic side, she told you. You were happy for the help and the conversation.

You later tried to cover up your snort of laughter as she finished telling you the story of how Dean once dared Sam to wear women’s underwear for a whole week.

If he managed it, Dean had promised to do all the household chores for three months. If Sam couldn’t make it the whole week, then he would face the consequences: Dean would tell their dad about the bet.

“How old were they?” you asked.

Eileen scoffed. “Sam was a senior in college.”

You burst out laughing again. “So too old, is the answer… Did he win?”

Eileen gave you a mischievous smile.

“He did,” Dean said, as he appeared in the kitchen doorway with a familiar smirk. “I’ve got photographic evidence. It was a cheetah print thong, in case you were wondering.”

Your eyes widened on a laugh. “Oh my God.”

Cheetahlicious, you couldn’t help joking in your mind. Even if you’d rather not think of Sam wearing a pair of Victoria Secret’s best.

Eileen giggled with you. Dean’s amusement gave way to curiosity as he eyed the little gingerbread men you two were icing. You warned him off with your eyes, but it took Eileen batting his hand when he tried to steal a cookie.

“Hey! Wait ‘til after dinner,” she said.

Dean pouted. “Come on, don’t be stingy.”

Rolling her eyes, Eileen sighed.

“You’re like one of my kids,” she said, while signing with her hands. But she caved and handed him a cookie. “Here. To tide you over.”

Dean smiled and signed back to her in ASL, Thank you.

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” he said. He leaned down to kiss her cheek in a brotherly gesture.

He shot you a wink before taking a bite of his prize. You shook your head at him, even though you were smiling. He came around to your side of the table. His hand rested on your back and he bent down towards your ear.

“I actually came over for you,” he said. “Got a minute?”

Your brows rose, but you turned to Eileen in askance. “I’ll be right back. Is that okay?”

She nodded and made an “OK” gesture. “Of course.”

You smiled and let Dean lead you out of your chair, and even out of the apartment. He made sure you both grabbed your coats by the front door.

“Where are we going?” you asked. While you put on your coat over your sweater and jeans, you didn’t notice him grabbing two sets of keys.

“Just downstairs. No big deal,” he said, hefting on his own leather jacket.

You eyed him with some suspicion, but you walked with him down to the elevators and let him keep you close to his side. He smelled like the cologne you bought him for Christmas, and he was already wearing the new watch as well.

You’d struggled to find him the right gift. Nothing felt quite enough after everything he’d done for you the last few months. He’d assured you that he was grateful for both gifts, and had even tried to say the watch looked too expensive. (You’d shut him up with a kiss.)

Now, you had to wonder what he was up to as he led you into the parking lot, but not toward Baby. Instead, you two stopped in front of a shiny silver Chevy parked in a guest spot.

“Dean, what’d you do?” you asked, both excited and worried. He shot you a grin and dangled the keys in front of you.

“You like her?” he asked. His eyes were dancing. “You could keep her, if you ask nicely.”

Your face slackened. You looked between him and the sleek looking car.

“What?” You covered your mouth with both hands. Even after a few moments, your brain was still having a hard time computing. “No…what? Oh my God!”

You grabbed onto his jacket, just in case your legs failed you. Dean laughed and gathered you up in his arms. By the time you peeled your eyes away from the silver beauty to look up at your boyfriend, there were tears already swimming in your eyes.

“Dean, this is really too much. Where’d you find—”

“Bobby had it sitting in his garage for years,” he explained. His hand came up to brush your cheek, and the tears there. “I cleaned her up, dropped in a new engine, safe-proofed with new tires, new airbags, the works. Got her purring like a kitten.”

Your eyes grew a little wider with every admission. Then you softened, gripping the edges of his jacket while you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling.

“How much did he sell it to you for?” you asked. Dean dropped his head back with a sigh.

“Don’t you wanna take a test ride before we start hagglin’?”

You lightly smacked his chest. “Hey. How much?”

He let out another heavy sigh, but you eventually got it out of him. While the price wasn’t as bad as you might’ve expected, you still shook your head.

“I still have a decent chunk of insurance money left. I’m giving you at least half,” you said.

Dean shook his head. “This is my gift to you.”

Your lips pursed, despite the smile that wanted to peek through.

“Nice try,” you said wryly. “You already got me perfume.”

“That was just the decoy.” He grinned, and held you a bit tighter against him. He nodded towards the car. “She’s the main event.”

You wanted to sigh, but this conversation wasn’t over. You were definitely not letting him buy you a whole new…old car. You turned to look at it again.

“What model is this?” you asked.

“2002 Camaro Z28,” Dean rattled off. It sounded impressive, but you didn’t know much about cars.

He let go of you so you could get a closer look. Your hand passed over the hood, but didn’t touch, as if you were afraid of staining the paint with your fingerprints. He had to admit, he’d waxed it up good and managed to get rid of a lot of superficial nicks and scratches.

What he said was true though; Bobby had given him a frankly ridiculous deal. Because when Dean had told him what you’d been through after the car accident, dealing with your grandfather’s passing, and now your ever-mounting expenses, Bobby hadn’t let him walk away from Singer Salvage with anything else but this car. He’d even helped Dean get the new parts he needed to fix it up.

“Is it automatic or manual?” you asked, trying to peer through the driver’s window. “I haven’t driven stick in a hell of a long time.”

Dean came up from behind you and his warm hand found your hip. You let him draw you back into his arms, leaning against his chest.

His lips were close to your ear when he said, “I think you’re damn good at driving stick.”

It took you a second, but the heavily laden innuendo in his deep voice was hard to miss. You uttered a laugh and swatted his arm.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said. You were still smiling when you turned and twined your arms around his neck. Then you leaned up for a kiss—one that kept getting deeper with the full force of your gratefulness, and your love for this man.

“It’s an automatic,” he answered, between kisses. You giggled against his lips.

You barely felt the chill on the air. Your heart was beating fast, even when you pulled away from him. Your eyes slowly opened and met his. He smiled down at you and curled an errant strand of hair behind your ear. As usual, you had most of it clipped up.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said. His voice was quiet, but steady.

You let out a shaky breath. Emotion was clogging your throat, making your tears burn anew.

“This is a bit more than a Christmas present,” you said. He gave a more self-deprecating smile.

“Well, it’s also kind of an apology,” he said. “For getting you mixed up in my ‘family business.’”

He still felt guilt beyond belief for putting you in danger. For your life being threatened. For being the reason you couldn’t go home.

You just shook your head. Your hand raised to press against his cheek. Your thumb drew tenderly along his chin.

“I thought you said you were part of my family now?” you said. “We’ll figure this out together, like everything else.”

Dean’s eventual smile lightened you, and his kiss warmed you down to your toes.

“If you want, let’s go for a ride after dinner,” he said.

It was your turn to smirk. Your hands migrated under his jacket and teased at his belt.

“Well, I’m certainly down for a ride,” you said.

Dean laughed and squeezed your hips. “All right. I’m puttin’ you on my naughty list.”

When John finally arrived, the brothers welcomed him in first with big man hugs and good-natured ribbing for him being so damn late.

In Sam’s words, Upholding a Winchester family tradition.

John had taken that with a chuckle. “Smells damn good in here.”

“Yeah, food’s been done for an hour,” Dean prodded at him again. His grin betrayed his teasing, however. His welcoming hand stayed on his dad’s shoulder until they reached the living room, where Sam had set up a longer fold out table and chairs to function as the makeshift dining room, since the table near the kitchen only seated three.

There you were opening a bottle of Jack Daniels. You smiled up at John.

“Figured you were more of a whiskey than wine kind of guy,” you said. You were a bit nervous to see him again, no doubt with flour in your hair and frosting staining your hands. He clasped your shoulder with a hint of a smile.

“You’d be right. Good to see you, darlin’,” he said.

“You too,” you replied. Despite the fact that the first and last time you two had met, it had been in front of your house as the police rifled through your life, looking for more explosives. He graciously didn’t bring that up as he greeted Eileen next.

Once dinner was on the table, there was a lot of catching up between the brothers and their father while you and Eileen continued talking, even through dessert.

“This really is amazing,” she told you, pointing her fork at her slice of berry crumble. “I can see why you went to culinary school.”

You blushed as Sam, Dean, and even John echoed her praise. All three men had generous slices of both pies.

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you guys enjoy it,” you said, and your smile was genuine.

You loved making good food, but you loved feeding people even more. Whether it was a simple hearty soup or a rich dessert, you liked putting smiles on their faces and giving them a good experience; one they could share with their family and friends. Even better if it was your family.

Or as Dean would say, Your people.

To you, that was life.

“I’m tellin’ you, if you opened up a bakery you’d make a killing in this town,” Dean said. He nudged your hand with the one that held his fork; it held a precarious piece of pumpkin pie.

You shot him an amused look.

“Don’t you look at me sideways, I’m serious,” he said, laughing a little, but his gaze was steady.

Your cheeks warmed against your will. He believed in your dream, even when you couldn’t quite let yourself.

“Hey, if you ever want to look into applying for a loan, I could help,” Sam said, earning your attention. “I have a friend who works at a bank.”

Your brows raised. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we were pre-law together back in college, but he figured he was better with numbers.”

You smiled. “Well, it would make it easier knowing I was dealing with your friend.”

“Yeah, his name’s Brady. Let me know if you want me to call him,” he said.

You bit your lip, but you nodded. “Thanks. I’ll let you know.”

Maybe they were right. Maybe you should start to believe in yourself, just a little bit more.

“This was all real delicious,” John said to you, when you came back from bringing the leftovers to the kitchen.

Sam and Dean were already arguing about who was doing the dishes and who was drying them. Meanwhile, Eileen was putting away the food (and probably rolling her eyes).

“Yeah, it was a team effort for sure,” you replied. “Dean’s actually a really good cook.”

John chuckled. “Yeah, well, he didn’t get that from me. I can barely boil a damn egg.”

You smiled to yourself; you could imagine Dean got it from his mother then.

Meanwhile, John was watching you stack the empty plates as he grew more contemplative. He’d always been proud of his sons. They were good men, with strong heads on their shoulders.

He often looked at Sam and saw that he seemed happy. Despite the demands of his job, he was learning to balance that with the life he led with Eileen. As a father, John looked forward to the day when they made a firm foundation, taking the next step towards building a life together.

But Dean had seemed to him, a little unstable. John was still proud of his eldest, but while he’d seen a glimpse of it that day at your house, he saw it even more today. Like his son finally had an anchor, tethering him to dry land.

Even so, he couldn’t help heaving a sigh. And he asked you something he knew he shouldn’t.

“Have you given any more thought to filing a report on Nick Savage?” he asked.

You paused in your plate and cup stacking. You looked up at him with a frown, but you thought about your words before you said something rude.

“Yes, I did,” you replied. “I decided my life and my peace were more important.”

He let out a short sigh. “I understand—”

“I’m sorry, John, but I don’t think you do,” you said. Your words were matter-of-fact, if a tad more sharp than you meant them to be. Your hands were starting to tremble.

You crossed your arms to try and steady yourself, but Dean ended up doing just that, by joining your side and resting a hand at the small of your back. He was frowning, glancing between you and his father.

“Tell me you’re not talking about what I think you are,” Dean said, addressing John in particular. “Not on damn Christmas.”

“Like you said, it’s her decision,” John replied. His gaze once again focused on you.

You let out a breath, mostly of exasperation.

“I’m going to bottom-line it for you. If I report that man, and you can’t guarantee me a job and safety until it’s all over, then I’m not poking the bear,” you said. “I plan to keep my head down until I can find another job. Until then, you can have at him all you want. Just leave me out of it.”

Part of you felt selfish. You knew what John was trying to accomplish, and you knew how personal this fight was for him, and for Sam and Dean for that matter. You just couldn’t shake your gut instincts here. You knew Nick far too well by now, and you didn’t want to underestimate him again.

“I agree,” said Dean. You gave him a grateful look.

John conceded with a nod, but all of you knew he wasn’t satisfied. It became a bitter ending to an otherwise brilliant day after he left for the night.

In your mind, it wasn’t quite over yet though. You had a plan up your sleeve for one Dean Winchester.

Sam and Eileen had their own time together while you and Dean went for a drive in your new car. You’d have to transfer your plate and registration and insurance, so it was technically an “illegal” drive, but it was already late and traffic was scarce.

By the time you pulled back into the parking lot, you were smiling from ear to ear, and Dean was giving you that smug grin that said, Aw yeah, I did good.

You couldn’t even fault him for it, because he did exactly that.

Even when you and Dean were getting ready for bed, it didn’t quite feel real. You were living with your boyfriend of just a few months, you now had a new car, and a crime lord had threatened your life.

You chose to focus on the new car. And on your boyfriend, who sat on the edge of his side of the bed, rubbing his right shoulder through his shirt. You knew it must still be sore, though he likely wouldn’t admit it.

Hence, you were about to enact Phase 1 of your plan…

You hadn’t undressed yet from your jeans and sweater, but you crawled across the bed to come up behind him and drop a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How’s your slugging arm?” you asked.

Dean quirked a smile at you over his shoulder. “Just fine.”

“Dean,” you said. Your tone was gentle, but warning. No downplaying.

You pressed your lips against the side of his head and soothed your hand along his shoulder and down his arm. Still, he was resistant.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he said.

You hummed. “Okay. I guess you don’t need a massage then.”

He paused. His head tilted just so, once again turning to you over his shoulder. You spied the edge of his piqued interest, his grin.

“Well, if you’re offering…”

You withdrew your hand from his arm, but you spoke close to his ear.

“Are you asking?”

He let out a small sigh, despite his lingering smile.

“All right. Will you please give me a lil’ massage?” he asked.

He couldn’t see your triumphant smile, but you happily kissed his cheek.

“I sure can,” you replied. You laid gentle hands on his shoulders, however briefly. “Stay right here. Don’t move, but take off your shirt.”

“All right, Miss Bossy,” he grumbled. You knew he was teasing by the amused look he threw your way.

“I thought you liked that,” you teased back.

You climbed off the bed before he could playfully grab you, and you giggled all the way to the bathroom. There you began Phase 2 of your plan.

First, you collected a few different bottles from your designated drawer under the sink. Then, you made a quick wardrobe change, after popping back into the bedroom to grab something from your nightstand.

You also connected your phone to the speaker on his nightstand and put some music on a low volume. It was a playlist he’d made and shared with you a while ago, with songs he thought you’d like. The Eagles’ “Take It to the Limit” was definitely on the list.

By the time you returned to Dean, he was indeed shirtless, still in his sweatpants, and checking his watch.

“I’m here, I’m here,” you said. You climbed across the bed with your small haul—a difficult feat with your hands full, but you managed.

Dean turned to look at the bottles of moisturizer you dropped next to him on the bed. He rose a brow.

“Twilight Woods. Japanese Cherry Blossom. Appletini. Are these my only options?” he asked. His face was half bemused, half reluctant.

You almost burst out laughing. “Which one strikes your fancy?”

He scratched the back of his head. You opened the second bottle first (your personal favorite), so he could smell.

“Not bad actually,” he muttered. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t giggle, but you managed to open the other two for him to get a whiff.

“Eh, the first one I guess,” he said.

Japanese Cherry Blossom. AKA: a classic from Bath & Body Works.

You finally had to laugh. “Just kidding. I’ve got this.”

You held up a jar you’d been hiding behind him. Its logo said: Massage Oil.

“I just wanted to see which girly moisturizer you secretly wanna slather all over yourself,” you said.

Dean shot you a wry look, but only then did he see what you were wearing.

“Oh, hold up,” he uttered.

Your hair was let loose, how you knew he liked, and you’d teased it out a little. You’d had to give away the red lingerie you’d bought, to rid both of you of its lingering memories of your work Christmas party. Instead, you’d found something in a vibrant emerald green: satin and lace.

Dean’s hand reached for your waist, probably to bring you closer. But you playfully slapped his hand.

“Eh-eh! Not yet,” you said to his surprised face. You smiled. “I have a plan for you tonight.”

Slowly, he smirked. His eyes still dipped to take in the rest of you, from your pretty face, to exposed skin and cleavage, to shiny satin that clung to your curves and draped down to mid-thigh.

“I can see,” he said. His voice was a notch deeper. “Merry Christmas to me.”

Despite your blush and growing smile, you turned him back around by his shoulders.

“Just relax.”

You let your hands drifts up the back of his neck to slide your fingers through his hair. There you began with a slow, gentle massage of his head. You felt him take a deep breath.

You couldn’t see it, but Dean’s eyes had closed at your ministrations. He secretly really liked the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. It made his shoulders loosen; with tension he didn’t know he had releasing from the neck down.

Aside from the rigors of his job, he also had to work out and condition his body to keep up his stamina. He probably didn’t spend as much time as he should on this aspect of things, making sure he wasn’t overtaxing himself.

He appreciated what you were doing though. He knew you cared about him, that you loved him. But he liked like you were also a caring person, who tried to take care of him. Dean hadn’t really had that…from anyone before. Sometimes, it was hard for him to let you.

…Damn, we really got too much in common, he realized.

When you migrated back down his neck, your hands left for a moment to gather up some oil. It was warm against his skin when you started between his shoulders, digging with the heel of your hands.

He groaned deep, surprising even himself.

Behind him, your brows were furrowed. “You’re really knotted up here. When was the last time you had a massage?”

Dean chuckled. “Never.”

You frowned. “Hmm. Okay, we’re definitely doing this more often.”

“No complaints from me,” he said with a grin.

Of course, you gave special attention to his right shoulder. You were gentler there, asking what was tender and what felt good, or too much. By then you had an easier time getting the truth out of Dean. He let you know when the pressure was too much, and you even helped him stretch out that arm until the muscles and joints were warmed up and the pain was gone.

You encouraged him to lie on his stomach in the middle of the bed, so you could start on his back. Your hands glided down planes of muscle and smooth slopes while you straddled his thighs. The only sounds you heard from him were occasional moans and rumbling, pleased sounds. That was also what let you know that he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Okay, turn over,” you said, smiling when he groaned in protest. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”

“What the hell’s the good part then?” he asked. His voice was muffled in the mattress, but when he turned around, flopping onto his back, his eyes once again took in the green satin and seemed to remember what your real intentions were.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. His grin was lazy, now that he was beyond relaxed, but his hands found purchase on your hips. You smiled down at him.

You let the remaining oil on your hands glide up his chest, until you lowered down for a kiss. It was unhurried and sweet.

“I love you, you know?” you said.

Dean swept his fingers through your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear.

He smiled. “I’ve got some idea, yeah.”

You both laughed, soft and true. Your hand rested against his cheek as you pressed your lips to his, soft and slow at first, but soon gaining in both passion and urgency. You felt his grip on your hips tighten, grinding your center against his growing length.

He groaned. No goddamn panties on. Good.

You kissed your way from his lips to his neck. Your teeth grazed his ear while you rolled your hips into his. It was a tease for both of you, but not for long, as Dean grew impatient enough to slide his sweatpants down, followed by his hands slipping under the satin covering your thighs. They traveled further still, squeezing your breasts and rolling hardened nipples under the pads of his thumbs.

Your breath hitched, and your pleased hum was music to his ears. By now you were bracing yourself against the mattress, but you used his shoulders as leverage to raise yourself up.

You took his hands and encouraged them to bunch up the satin and pull it over your head. Dean sat up with you still in his lap, and once his strong arm wrapped around your waist, it was skin to flushed skin.

You held his face and brought him down to you for another fierce kiss. He held you tightly against him, hands played across your back and tangling in your hair. His arms were a cage you never wanted to escape.

But you did press away from him, just for a moment, so you could reach down between your bodies to take a firm hold of his cock. You guided it to your entrance. There was already a small flood between your legs, and your core ached for him.

There was almost no resistance when you slowly sunk your hips down and down, until he was buried deep inside you.

You both made sounds of pleasure, with labored breaths as Dean’s hand cradled your cheek. He laid open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, teeth grazing down your neck.

You clung to his shoulders and began to move, slow in the way you let almost the full length of his cock escape you, before you slid back down. Dean moaned into your skin, and you let out a shuddering sigh.

You pushed at Dean’s chest until he was lying back, and you continued rolling your hips against his. He helped you create a steady rhythm on top of him, but he was being treated to a feast of the eyes as well as the pleasure rocking through his body. He watched the way you swept your hair back. The way your eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration as you bit your lip.

But he couldn’t stay still for long; he knew he was close enough to practically taste his end, but you had some miles to go. He gripped your thigh with one hand while the other glided up between them, to further part your folds. His fingers found your clit, circling insistently like it was a button. It had your hips stuttering.

“Oh, God,” you uttered. “Dean—”

He managed to smirk through panting breaths. “Right there, right baby?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You continued to move as steadily as you could, but the feeling of him deep inside combined with his talented fingers playing you like a five-string guitar—it finally made you tighten on him, shuddering deep inside. Tingles broke across your skin, zipping up your spine as you gasped.

Dean helped you with the last few hard thrusts that brought him along with you, and you felt his warmth spilling inside you.

It wasn’t the first time that had happened, since you were on birth control. But after you slid off his lap and practically rolled into his side, him welcoming you with an arm wrapping around your waist, it did make you think, as you caught your breath.

It made you think about the first time you and Dean slept together. It had been the first and last time you’d asked him to wear a condom. The next morning, he’d made a remark that still hung in the back of your mind…

“You like kids, huh?”

The thought still rattled through your mind now, after you and Dean shared a quick shower, ridding you both of the oil clinging to your skin. The thought remained when you slid into bed, under fresh sheets and thick covers, and close to your man. He cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feeling.

Contrary to what this night had been, the whole “moving in together” thing hadn’t been all that easy. You two had bickered about the way he often left drawers and cabinets open and dirty clothes on the floor.

He had made remarks about your hair products taking up too much space in his drawers. Not to mention how morning routines needed to adjust because Dean liked to shower in the morning, but you needed the mirror not fogged up in order to do your makeup.

Right now, however, you had peace. You felt safe here, and you weren’t alone in a huge house filled with far too many memories.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

Dean’s lips lingered on your forehead. “Hmm?”

“I know this situation is sort of temporary, me living here,” you said. “So much has happened that we haven’t really talked about…what we both want, down the line.”

He pulled back enough from you to see your face. His face betrayed a thread of confusion.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean like…” you hesitated, but you realized you were probably going to have to be direct. “Are you a marriage and kids kind of guy? Is that even something you’ve thought about?”

Dean met your gaze. It took him a moment, but he let out a short sigh.

“You wanna know what made me want to start dating, for real?” he asked.

You blinked; you hadn’t expected that, but you nodded.

“I started thinking about what would happen if something happened to me on the job,” he said. You frowned, but before you could say anything, he raised a placating hand.

“I thought about what I’d leave behind,” said Dean. He quirked a wry smile. “It’s not much, besides my car.”

You frowned in earnest. Your hand flattened against his bare chest.

“That’s not true,” you said. “You have your brother, your father, and your friends. That’s plenty, Dean.”

He conceded that with a nod. “You’re right. But I just started thinking, maybe I want more. Like uh…like what my parents had, when they were happy. The house, each other, me and Sammy…a family.”

You couldn’t be certain in the near total darkness of the room, with only the moonlight filtering through the blinds and casting a glow behind him, but you thought you saw a shine in his eyes. Your hand crept up from beneath the covers to find his cheek. It was rough with stubble, yet you tenderly swept a thumb back and forth.

“I think that’s beautiful,” you replied.

Dean paused. He then huffed in amusement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, hoping he could see it.

“Then uh, is that something you’d be into?” he asked. You were amused by his tentative approach.

“With you?” You pretended to think. Your fingers slipped into his hair. “Yeah, I think I’m into that.”

He chuckled. “Okay, then. Good to know.”

He grasped your wrist and turned his head to press a kiss into your palm.

And he spoke into the dark. “I love you too, you know.”

Your smile deepened as you rested your head against his arm. You whispered into the small space between your faces.

“Yeah, I’ve got some idea.”

AN: 🥹 All righty, how'd you like that fluff overload?

...Ready for some more drama? 😏

Next Time:

But the more you thought about what you’d heard, and Nick’s ominous threat about a cop, you found yourself scrolling lower in your contacts. You called John Winchester.

It rang a few times, and all the while you made silent, fervent prayers. Pick up, damn it! You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

“Winchester,” he answered.

“John, it’s me,” you whispered. “Azazel’s here. Or, he’s not here, here, but I know who he is. Well, I mean kind of—”

“Okay, wait. Slow down,” he said. “What about Azazel? You know who he is?”

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xhellodollyx · 3 years ago

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Okay spoilers for the new episode ahead, so you've been warned....

... so I kinda was right with the backstory (kinda, lol). I knew his dad was gonna get killed by someone but his mom I wasnt so sure. And i mean, I dont know about you, but a kid watching his own father get stabbed to death is pretty traumatizing regardless, and that seemed to be what made Chucky give into those urges we already saw building up within him. He was already showing signs, but i also think if you look back to what Chucky has been saying to Jake: "It's kill or be killed", it adds a little bit more context to what happened.

I think part of the reason he killed his mom was also to prevent himself from being killed. I think they both would have been killed that night had he not done that. He shouldn't have, but he did. having seen someone get murdered in front of him for the first time, and his own father no less, was the very "push" he needed, something which he has been also saying to Jake this episode. That everyone just needs a little push to become a killer. He was already born that way and its obvious by the signs he was showing and that he was obviously going to go down that road in life, but what happened that night is what really made him a killer - at least so early on.

The way I see it is that it's pretty similar to what Jamie Lloyd did at the end of Halloween 4 when she stabbed her own foster mother. A switch flipped and a child does the unthinkable. In Jamie's case it was a mixture of the trauma from the night she went through and also partly genetics, given Michael was her uncle. Here, for Chucky, I honestly believe it was a combination of 3 things: seeing someone being murdered in front of him, seeing his own FATHER being murdered and his last words telling him to "run"(and whether anyone wants to admit it or not, Chucky did look pretty scared for a few moments there, he didn't seem happy seeing his dad killed, and perhaps the initial shock of it also wore off once he was hiding in the closet with his mother), partly a need to survive, and also because of the obvious "already being born with that urge to kill" and having it all come full circle that night, and a child's need to impress an adult with something he's already had the impulse to do. And i dont think he grabbed that knife with the intent to kill his mother, i think it was meant as a way to defend himself and then it turned into a split second decision of killing his mom. Killing her happened very suddenly from what I could tell, like it was a last minute decision, like something inside of him snapped and he didnt have remorse for it. By that point, the damage was already done and he was set on the path we see him on today.

I do wonder now whatever happened to that mass murderer from that night and if Chucky did come back to settle the score with him or to try to find him, at least partly? I guess we'll see but I am curious 🤔

#man that was a doozy but really interesting to see regardless!!#glad to see i was partially right 😂#but also just let me have a smidgen of angst #just a smidge #chucky #chucky tv series #chucky tv series spoilers #you can disagree just plz dont be mean about it plz 😅#chucky spoilers #also sorry this was a rambled mess im pretty tired lol

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starleska · 2 years ago

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I don't know about anybody else, but the way jack horner said "magic snacks" after he ate them was spoken with such a snarly voice, similar to the "what a good boy am i", and i kind of adored it! Do you have any favorite scenes of jack's?

ugh, yes 🥵🥵 honestly the little snarling moments are so delightful. first time i listened through headphones i had to get up and take a walk, it was too much 😂😂 he does the same thing when he says, 'this one is right' and bowls the crystal ball into his nanny bag!! John Mulaney out here showing off his acting chops by dropping riiiight into the sinister every now and again 👀 favourite scenes of Jack's...can i cop out and say all of them? 😂💖 okay, i am very partial to how nasty he is during the scene where the Baker's Dozen are trying to chop through the Pocket Full O' Posies. we just get a lot of personality from him there - he's momentarily discomfited by having a hatchet thrown at his face (...holy shit, is that the same hatchet he tries to use against Kitty later on?? did he just take his dead assistant's weapon?!) but then goes right back to not giving a fuck and casually hunting around for something to push his way through. i find it interesting because you could see how a character with Jack's design could have been so...stereotypical. he could've been a consistently whiny, stupid, greedy asshole who leaves the fighting to his minions and throws constant temper tantrums. but we got something so much better. instead, Jack is a competent, intelligent sadist with an extraordinary degree of agility and physical strength, and he's largely unruffled when things don't go his way. i think they bait-and-switched us by having our introduction to Jack include his anger at The Serpent Sisters...we weren't expecting the degree of amoral behaviour which we got. but oh, i'm so glad we did 😖💖

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots: the last wish #starleskasks

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beepboop358 · 3 years ago

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Hey I‘m the anon from yesterday the one with the mileven scenes. I‘m glad to hear you liked my question so I hope you don’t mind that I’m doing another part with scenes that make me doubt byler is endgame

So let’s start with well actually more than just a scene it’s the way mike looks at El for example in the first episode of season three after mike sang a song and El cut him of , or at the Snowball when they were dancing . For me it really seems like Mike is in love with El because I don’t think that’s how you look at your friends

Second scene is the „ I need you to trust me „ scene In season 3 . Mike and El are really close to each other and even if they are not together In that scene it also seems to be a romantic moment . And Mike also looks at Max in that scene because he doesn’t know what to do and because he doesn’t want to screw things up with El again ( at least that’s what I think )

Next scene is in season 1 when El disappeared and Mike gets angry and starts destroying her sleeping place in his basement. he starts calling himself stupid I think and we know that „only love makes you crazy and stupid“ It’s just like Will ( who is in love with Mike ) calls himself stupid because of Mike (and because of thinking he could be a kid forever ) . So Will destroys castle Byers because he’s in love with Mike and Mike destroys El’s sleeping place because he’s in love with El.

Next scene is the crazy together scene again. Mike said he is going crazy because of seeing El all the time and as I said before „ only love makes you crazy ….“

Next scene is the „ you are the most important thing to me in the world scene“ ( I don’t really unterstand why so many people think this scene is cute ,it makes me feel uncomfortable because right after Mike is saying this El just says that hopper is right about them spending to much time together and she isn’t even flattert or happy about his comment) Mike basically admits being in love with her in that scene and I don’t get why the duffers would add this scene if Mike isn’t in love with El

Next thing is actually social media in general the official stranger things accounts are hyping Mileven up a lot ( idk maybe straight bait ) for example the duffers have postet something on twitter i don’t really remember but I think it was a picture of Mike and El kissing and the caption says „ In love“ . Also since the last teaser has dropped they liked a lot of tweets about mileven.

Next and last thing is teaser 4 . El has a photo of Mike in her room again and the whole teaser is basically El writing a love letter to mike and the stranger writers account has somehow confirmed that . For example they liked a few tweets in which people were saying things like „ mileven love letters „

That’s It . Sorry my question is so long again 😂( and also sorry for grammatical mistakes :) ) Bye ! 💙

hi again! I don't mind doing more of these at all! thanks for the ask :)

1. The opening s3 kiss and Mike & El at the snowball

Yes, he smiles at El in both scenarios. He also does some very *sus* things during both scenes.

Whole long analysis on the opening kiss in s3, but to sum it up, straight men do not give their gf's drawings by their male bffs to stare at when they kiss her to remind her of him, and they also don't refuse to touch their gf's at all costs.

At the snowball, when she shows up, he doesn't not look ecstatic, he looks shocked:

I don't see a whole lot of "head over heels for you" love on his face in those shots.

When they dance, he's also partially projecting his feelings for Will onto El, which gives him a way to express his feelings in a socially acceptable way.

I have some in-depth analysis of the snowball here and here which go into a lot more detail :)

2. Mike destroying El's fort (s1 ep6)

--He doesn't actually say "stupid" in this scene like Will does when he destroys castle byers. He is silent the entire scene.

Mike destroys El's fort after the whole 'She's the monster, she's moving the compass needle, she doesn't want us to find Will' debacle. Mike is angry at her because she gave him false hope that she could help him find Will and get him back, and he feels like he has been fooled. He is using her to get what he wants, which is to get Will back. That's why he destroys the fort, not because he is love with her. He is upset she didn't fulfill what he needed her to do.

Later in this episode a few minutes later he calls her a "weapon" and says "do you seriously want to fight the demogoron with your wristrcoket?" and "we're no use to Will if we're dead", to Lucas when he tries to convince him they need El to find Will, to get him back.

Right before he gets up and starts kicking the fort, he's holding a Rubik's cube, which we see in Will's bedroom in s2. This is very much a scene about how much he loves Will, not El.

3. "You're the most important thing in the world to me"

For this line to make sense, we need to understand 2 things:

--The world motif:

--The use of the word "important", said by both Mike and Steve:

4. The crazy together scene (again)

I don't think he is just referring to seeing El here, I think he's talking about other aspects of his life as well. And in reference to him seeing El making him feel crazy, it could be that he doesn't feel what he knows he is supposed to for her, and that makes him realize how he feels about Will more, making him feel crazy about how he's feeling for Will, and how he doesn't feel the same for El. After Mike says that, Will also says he feels like he's going crazy, and we know he isn't talking about girl. He doesn't actually mention her name with the word crazy here at all, He says "sometimes I feel like I still see her. I don't know sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy" Will: "me too". When Mike says "Hey if we're both going crazy, we'll go crazy together right?" it indicates they're going crazy in the same way, (which wouldn't be possible if Mike said he was going crazy for El, but he doesn't say that) because they are in love with each other, and also helps to explain that he isn't saying he is "crazy" for El here. When he asks Will if he'll go crazy with him, it definitively tells us he isn't in love with El romantically, and he is in love with Will romantically.

5. The social media accounts "hyping up" Mileven after 004.

I did a separate post about this here, explaining some of the "pro-mike & el" tweets the stranger things account re-tweeted when 004 came out. The tweets don't so much as him them up as they do just acknowledge they existed, and many of them are actually digs at their relationship if we analyze closely & understand the subtext.

6. the 004 teaser & el's letter.

--El never actually says "I love you" in the letter, that we get to hear at least.

--I don't think Mike's feelings are reciprocated at all in the letter. This is very much an un-requited Mike & El moment.

--We may have a Wayne's World situation here with Mike & El not being on the same page about their break-up. El may not realize they are still broken up because they never officially got back together, and Mike does not know how to respond to this, because he knows they are broken up. Wayne's World is also on the st4 vsf list which is hugely significant, and also indicates we may see Mike snap at El for being so clingy when they aren't even dating anymore. In Wayne's World, Wayne and Stacy date, then break up:

(quotes brought to my attention by kaypeace)

Stacy: Just because we broke up doesn't mean we're not still dating.

Wayne: No, actually thats exactly what it means .

Stacy: Be careful how you treat me, or you'll lose me

Wayne: I already did, we broke up months ago!

Very interesting.....

--Mike's shown in front of an open closet when he's shown during El's letter in 004, with an "one way/this way" sign pointing straight into the closet. He's also shown wearing the same color shirt that he wears in s3 when he & El are broken up and he cannot stop staring at Will, which is also very reminiscent of the gay men's flag colors, and his room is also a shade of blue on that flag. Will is also wearing the same color shirt in the teaser, that he was in s3 when Mike & El were broken up and Mike was always staring at him. That boy is gay. LOL

It also makes sense she has a photo of Mike in her room in 004, He saved her LIFE, of course she is attached to him! He means a lot to her and always will even if they aren't dating. They are very good friends. He was the first person to treat her like a human, so it doesn't undermine byler at all for her to have a picture of him in her room. I honestly wouldn't expect her not too. I think the most important thing to remember when looking at scenes of Mike & El compared to byler, is that Mike & El's friendship/bond doesn't undermine byler being endgame in anyway.

I hope I could answer your questions again :) Thanks again for the ask! I hope you're well xx

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ready for more Friendly Fighter Fodder???

Good. Glad to hear it. Love the enthusiasm.

This post will be a rambly and is no way needed to enjoy the Fighter series, so if you rather skip it feel free! This discourse takes place after Chapter 9 and assumes that you've looked over the character chart. Masterlist Character Chart Friendly Fighter Fodder (vol. 1)

First of all, I really appreciate how kind and understanding everyone has been since I started managing Sopebubbles' blog. It's been a lot of fun for me to interact with you guys and see you react to this story that I really love. For this Friendly Fighter Fodder, I got to interview our lovely and talented author. Without further ado, please allow me to introduce her. You know her best for such works as Serendipity, A Sea Without You, 21st Century Girl and so many more. Maddie, welcome. We are honored to have you with us today.

Thank you! Its a pleasure to be here! It's okay if I call you Maddie, right? You can call me whatever you like. I'm not used to sitting in front of genius. Oh, you're too kind. So let's jump right in. Why is Val's birthday important? Both beastie and I are very interested in astrology. I think about it at least a little bit with most of my characters, though not all. Sometimes I like to deliberately build characters around a zodiac sign. For example, Yn in The Pact was created as a Gemini to complement Jin's Sagittarius because it's one of astrology's great pairings.

However, with Val, I needed to choose a birthday. So I decided what zodiac sign suited her best and we ended up in April as an Aries because she's very action-oriented and pretty impulsive. I think her Aries sun and Tae's Aries moon really allowed for their explosiveness.

For awhile we were really stuck between Scorpio and Aries, because she is really intense and has a secret and this deep emotional world that she's trying to understand. The birthday we chose actually has her moon as Scorpio, which is why we ultimately settled on that particular date.

Also, my moon is in Scorpio so it made it easy to project onto her. 😂

And I happen to love scorpio moon folks, so it's perfect. Can you talk a little bit about the relationship dynamics within Bangtan? I know some of them have been touched on in the story, but they all seem very open. How does it work? Namkook: Namjoon wasn't super serious about anyone before Jungkook. Partially it was that he didn't want to get anyone invested in his lifestyle. His parents weren't exactly a role model couple (because his dad was a jerk). He knew pretty early on that he was bisexual, but never pursued anyone of either gender very seriously until he met Jungkook. As Kook tell us, it was Jin who got him to stop fooling around and put him to use. After a couple of years of working the streets for Jin, and after finishing high school, he began to work more closely with Jin and that's how he met Namjoon. They hit it off pretty quickly! Namjoon new his dad wouldn't approve of the relationship because of toxic masculinity, so they kept it secret for the most part until his father was killed and he took over. They are still pretty low key. While they love each other deeply and are very committed, they do indulge in (mostly) sexual encounters both in and outside the relationship. Jungkook keeps a separate bedroom because Namjoon snores too loud sometimes and they both like their space. I really like this pair together. We had talked about before how they complemented each other really well. Namjoon has a tendency to think everything through very deeply and choose the best course of action. While Jungkook can be entirely thoughtless, but then just kind of…do the right thing?? I think Namjoon is very taken with Jungkook's instincts and ability to be carefree and capable.

And Namjoon also appreciates how physically unbreakable Jungkook is. Maybe he thinks about that with Val, too. Allow your mind to wander where it will with that piece of information. What about 2seok? As discussed in chapter 8, Hoseok first met Jin on the streets of Seoul when he (accidentally) killed for the first time. But it was hardly the first time Jin had seen him. Seokjin thinks that one of his talents is finding people with potential. He's a pretty big fan of diamonds in the rough and fixing broken toys. He had been following Hobi around the streets for at least a couple of weeks. He wasnt necessarily supposed to be there; it wasn't exactly Bangtan territory. But he had been looking for a way to approach Hoseok, and the moment presented himself. Since Hobi really had nowhere to go and was worried about being sought out by the other gang, he stayed with Jin. They became deeply devoted to one another. When Jin was assigned to go to LA, there was no way he would leave Hoseok behind. They are very much a part of each other. Oh. And they are open to possibilities, but generally both too busy and not interested enough to pursue anything outside of each other, but they might be able to make some time 👀

I always saw Jin as someone who puts Hoseok before anyone else. In terms of being on the queer spectrum, in my mind (and I don't know if you'd agree with this) he had the strongest preference for men. That being said, he is deeply in love with Hoseok who knows things about Seokjin that no one else does. In a lot of ways, I think Seokjin is grateful to Hoseok for accepting him completely and he wants to do the same in return. So if someone was important to Hoseok or Hoseok wanted to explore, then Jin would be more than willing to let and encourage that happening. With or without him being there also. I haven't really thought much about how much Jin prefers men, but I agree he has a strong preference for Hoseok. I think Jin is someone who spends a lot of time trying to get to the very bottom of someone's being, which is part of why he doesn't trust Val immediately. I think once he's explored the depths of her, he'll be disappointed in himself for not having been the one to discover her. 😂 But yes, absolutely, he would let Hoseok have whatever or whoever he wanted. On to Vmin... Yes, now Vmin...theirs is the least like a relationship. They met while attending the same expensive private school. Jimin was…a trouble maker and entirely too smart for his own good. Tae was, well pretty much how Tae is. They were friends and that was pretty much it. Fast forward a couple of years after graduation and Jimin is being held by the FBI for some very less than legal computer activities. Tae finds out and appeals to Namjoon, who convinces his dad that getting Jimin out of trouble and under their organization will be well worth the cost of a bribe—which it was. Afterward, Jimin introduced Taehyung to the BDSM scene and the two began a casual, open sexual relationship. They both freely sleep with other people as we have seen, but they do tend to see each other as a constant.

I have thought a lot about Jimin’s character specifically! I don’t know if as authors we’re allowed to have favorites, but if we were allowed he would definitely be among the contenders! You may have noticed that Jimin’s header was used for Chapter Nine despite the fact that the focus was mostly on Y/n. However, this was the first time we started to see Jimin’s character through his interactions with other people. We start to get a sense of what he values and what he doesn’t and what motivates him. Jimin is aromantic and alexithymic. An important thing to note is one does not cause the other. You can be uninterested in romance and not have alexithymia and you can have alexithymia and be interested in romance. Jimin just happens to be both. I included Jimin’s aromanticism on his character chart because if you asked Jimin directly if he was interested in romance, he would flat out tell you, “No.” However, if you asked Jimin if he was alexithymic, he’d have no idea what you were talking about. Jimin is comfortable. Bangtan accepts him for who he is and he feels safe with his friends. Thus, he doesn’t feel the need to go looking for answers. He understands that on some level, he’s different but he also knows that while he doesn’t understand his emotions, other people don’t understand how to code. And to him, it’s more ridiculous to not understand how to code or hack into a government mainframe, because those things are much easier than emotions. Both intentionally and unintentionally, Jimin has developed coping mechanisms for his alexithymia. Because he doesn’t trust his understanding of emotions, he looks for behavior to guide his actions. He values compassion and loyalty most of all. Taehyung has displayed those qualities to him more than any other person, so he values Taehyung more than any other person. In return, he tries to show a similar amount of compassion and loyalty. The other thing too is that Jimin likes caring for people. He gets a great deal of satisfaction knowing someone else is enjoying themselves. That was what got him into the BDSM scene. He liked knowing what the rules to everything were and fulfilling expectations as a Dom. He liked knowing that he was giving people what they were asking for. And if he seems a little callous at times, well then, that's just part of his persona. And in case you’re wondering, Tae finds that bit particularly hot.

And as far as not wanting romance, he just doesn’t care for those behaviors. They look contrived to him, so he rather not participate. Easy as that.

If this is your first time hearing about aromanticism or alexithymia, I encourage you to look them up! And if you have more questions about how this affects Jimin or his relationships, please let me know. 😊 One more thought, I didn't want to have your typical giant ot7 love puddle. Not that I don't love those stories, because I do! It just didn't feel right for the story for me. I felt like it would be very intimidating for Val. And I liked the idea of getting to explore different kinds of relationships instead of one. Tell me about Yoongi. Ah Yoongi! Is it wrong to say he's my favorite and he's not in a relationship because he's just too wonderful? Okay, that's not the real reason. I imagine Yoongi probably really liked a girl in undergrad. They were friends for a long time, both premed, studied together a lot. He didn't get the courage to ask her out until senior year and she said yes, but then they went to different medical schools and, well we know that could never work. Med school is a busy time, too busy to invest in someone else. Then once he realized he would be part of the gang, there was no point, in his mind, of involving anyone in his life who he would just make vulnerable. If Jin has the strongest preference for men, then Yoongi has the strongest preference for women. Not that he wouldnt ever be interested or have sex with a man, but he's honestly fairly disinterested in the whole thing in general. He needs that spark. And I can't think of any brighter spark than our Val. She's so sparkly, sparkly, isn't she? 🤩 She sure is. Speaking of Val, does she know about all these dynamics? What does she think of them? I think this will come up soon in a few chapters, so instead of discussing what she thinks of them directly maybe I should tell you why she probably doesn't really know about them. Firstly, she does know about vmin, but she still doesn't fully understand that. Tae is not very good at explaining things. He'd rather just make out, tbh. But Val is someone who really needs things laid out explicitly, particularly when it comes to feelings and interpersonal relationships. She barely remembers her mom, much less what her parents' relationship dynamics were like. Her most intimate interpersonal relationship in her whole life was with Joaquin. Yikes. Honestly, she probably expects a certainly level of unhealthy behavior because she doesn't know anything else, even though she does know it doesn't feel good. She hasn't seen much of anything that wasn't a heterosexual, abusive relationship up close. I think she has absolutely no context to bisexuality or polyamory. And I think it's really going to throw her for a loop. She has a lot to learn! Luckily, she's a quick study. Yeah, I think she'll catch on! I know a lot of people were here for Taehyung and Val. We know that Val thinks everything was a lie, and it's clear Taehyung is starting to process some very complicated things about their previous relationship. Is there any hope for them moving forward? What do you think is the biggest lesson they need to learn, either together or separately? I know that's been confusing to a lot of people including Tae! When she says it was a lie, it's because she knew she was lying. She thinks she tricked Tae into believing she was someone she isn't, and that who she is isn't lovable. Obviously she has to learn that she is lovable, but the guys will take care of that. I think she needs to learn that she can be the person she wants to be simply by embodying it. She had to accept her own duality, and all the different parts of herself. She is traumatized and also naive, strong and vulnerable. Tae needs to learn how to communicate, honestly. In some cases, words are actions and actions that aren't properly explained or justified only do harm. I have a lot of hope for them! 🥺💕

Well, that is it for this episode of Friendly Fighter Fodder. Thanks again to Sopebubbles who indulged my whim for an "interview" and painstakingly typed out her thoughts!

As usual, we love to hear your thoughts too! If you want to know more about anything or have an opinion you'd like to share or your own hot take, feel free to let us know!

Thank you so much for reading! 🤗

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