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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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Enemies

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; You and Spencer have always been at each others throats, what happens when you both finally snap?

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, degradation, choking, hair pulling, impact play, slight exhibitionism

a/n; this is a product of my obsession with early season spencer having a dirty side no one knows about and you can’t change my mind

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You loved your job. You really did. Growing up you knew you wanted to go into a job which would let you help others. That was just who you were, always selfless and ready to spring into action to be there to comfort anyone in need. This made you fit in perfectly with the rest of the team. They were all a family who welcomed you with open arms.

Well all of them except Spencer fucking Reid.

No one on the team knew why there was so much animosity between you two. Being the youngest ones there they figured you’d end up being two peas in a pod. Yeah that didn’t happen. Penelope describes the first time you met being like two cats fighting.

It was the way he always had to be right which just rubbed you the wrong way. Yeah you liked to prove points and make powerful statements but you didn’t make that your whole personality. It was like he lived to cut you off mid sentence just to see you practically blow steam out of your ears.

However being one to never back down, you had to match his energy and mess with him back. It started off simple with little office nuisances like hiding his pens or taking out all the staples in his stapler. But as he caught on, the snarky remarks on his side increased. And you couldn’t let that slide. So you had to up the antics, anything to wipe the stupid smirk off his face.

Everyday you woke up with a mental list on how to piss him off. Sometimes you’d help JJ pass out the files for the day and right when you’d get to Spencer you would lick you thumb to sort out the individual paper knowing about his germaphobic ways. You’d sit in your seat smirking to yourself as he scowled trying not to touch the contaminated edge.

Petty tactics soon turned into heated arguments about the smallest things. Like who was able to call shotgun to drive with Morgan, which usually ended with Hotch making you both sit in the backseat like grounded teenagers. You felt bad for the increasing lines on his forehead you knew the both of you caused. But it was never your fault, Spencer started it so you had to finish it.

Today was no different. You had flown out to a case in California. During the flight the younger members sat in the four seats facing each other with Spencer sitting on the couch in front of it, while Hotch and Rossi sat in the seats towards the back discussing Jack’s soccer team.

“Last time I was in L.A. was for spring break in college. I met a pretty girl, had some fun. I wonder what she’s up to,” Emily said casually.

Morgan extended his fist for her to bump then spoke out, “Pretty Ricky over here had some lovin the last time we were here too,” he said ruffling Spencer’s hair. He scrunched his nose trying to tame the brown locks which now reached his shoulders.

JJ spoke up from digging into her bag of cheetos, “Yeah, Lila right? Did anything ever happen after?”

Spencer cleared his throat before speaking up, “N-nothing happened after we kissed. I saw her again and that’s it.”

You picked up your head from resting on Emily’s shoulder, “What couldn’t get it up genius?” you snickered. The girls made noises of disgust while you and Morgan laughed.

“For someone so hot that was certainly cold mama,” he said shaking his head.

You looked over to see Spencer glaring at you, his brown eyes turned into little slits, to which you smiled and closed your eyes sleeping on Emily’s shoulder for the remainder of the flight.

It had been three days since the case had started. You were dealing with someone who was killing older women, obviously surrogates for a maternal figure or lack of. With Penelope’s expertise you were able to find who it was but now you needed the reason behind it. The rest of the team was out searching his house and job, which he hasn’t visited for the past month. Hotch had made you and Spencer stay back to look at victimology and dig deeper with Garcia to find something about his life.

Safe to say you guys were not seeing eye to eye about the unsubs motive. While you believed he was killing them because of his mother’s absence in his childhood, Spencer came to the conclusion that it was because she was too controlling over his life and manipulated him. You had both approached Hotch and he sided with Spencer on this. You couldn’t help but shoulder check him as you walked out of the conference room.

After that, the last part was to catch the unsub which you were all involved in the take down. Luckily it went by smooth as Derek was able to deescalate the situation. It was late at night and the team decided to wait and fly back in the morning. Having one last night in the hotel you decided to get a few snacks from the tiny pantry that was in a room around the corner from yours and watch a movie before bed.

While you were bent over picking out some chips you heard the door open and footsteps approaching. You quickly got up and started apologizing for being in the way until you saw who it was.

“Oh it’s just you,” you said rolling your eyes and looking back at the snacks.

He scoffed before responding, “Listen Y/n I know you’re mad Hotch sided with me instead of you but at least be a little mature.”

You stood up pointing your finger at chest, “Listen Spencer,” you said mocking his words, “I know you’re a submissive little bitch who lives for approval, so why don’t you go suck Hotch’s dick some more and leave me alone.”

You were about to turn around again when his hand grabbed you by the wrist you had pointing at him. He pulled you to his chest, leaning down so your faces were inches apart.

“I dare you to say that again.”

You gulped as he spoke. You had never been this close to him. You could feel his breath on your face as you inhaled the scent of his sweater. Peppermint. Your eyes trailed from his wet pink lips up to his caramel eyes which were boring into yours. You didn’t know how much time passed until he spoke again.

“Who’s the submissive little bitch now,” he said emphasizing by switching his grip. His hand let your arm go and instead found its place in the back of your head, cocking you back by your hair to strain your neck to look up at him. You let out a whimper at the pain cursing in your scalp.

You looked up at him with wide eyes. Your breathing was getting heavy and he wasn’t even doing anything. Of course he noticed much to your dismay.

“Oh don’t tell me this is turning you on,” he cooed lowly.

You sucked in a breath, trying to rub your thighs together in search of friction. He looked down and saw you shifting your weight on your feet, an evil smile on his face.

“I bet you’re just soaking through those little pajama shorts,” he said leaning to whisper in your ear. His unoccupied hand drifted down between your legs, rubbing on your clothed heat. You nodded as you huffed out a sigh.

“Tell me what you want.”

You could feel your face get hotter than it already was. Your throat was dry from the anticipation building up, “I want you Spencer.”

“I know you can do better than that sweetheart.”

You almost moaned at the name. It took everything in you to muster up the courage to ask him such a lewd request.

“I want you to fuck me Spencer,” you all but whined, “I want it so bad. Please! Make it hurt sir.”

With that he let go of your hair and stepped away as if nothing happened. He looked you up and down, taking in how disheveled you looked.

“Go to your room and wait for me at the edge of the bed with nothing on. Leave the door open so I can get in. You have 5 minutes.” With that he turned on his heel and left.

You were gaping like a fish for a while until his words sunk in you dropped the snacks in your hands and speed walked into your room. You chucked off your slippers in a corner and peeled off your sweater and shorts. You were about to remove your bra when he walked in and closed the door, making sure the ‘do not disturb’ sign was on the handle.

He strode over to where you were you kneeling. He grabbed your jaw in his hand while the other went to his belt.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to see a single fucking piece of clothing on you.”

“I’m sorry sir,” you tried to whimper out.

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it. You wanted me to make you hurt? I’ll make it hurt princess.” You knew he was a man of his word. And that was a promise he was going to make sure he followed through on.

“Bend over the bed.”

You got up quickly not trying to further anger him. You debated turning around to look back at him. The sound of clothes dropping to the floor had you shaking in anticipation.

He approached you placing one hand in the center of your back, making you instinctively arch it, your clearly soaked panties on display for him to see. He had his belt in his other hand which he trailed on your behind. You weren’t ready for the blow. The surprise impact made you let out a moan.

“Fuck Spencer,” you mewled.

You heard the belt whizz in the air before you felt the impact, “Who?”

“Sir! Please fuck me already,” you basically sobbed out.

He dropped the belt and hooked his fingers into your panties, tugging them down hastily, “Yeah say it louder. Let the whole floor know who makes you such a fucking mess. Who’s slut are you?”

His hands dipped into your folds gathering you dripping essence before spreading it around and teasing your entrance with his finger.

“You, sir! I’m your slutty mess,” you could feel the tears starting to slip past your eyes and he had barley spanked you.

You let out a whine of dissatisfaction when he removed his fingers. However just ask quickly you felt his throbbing cock line up with your soaking cunt. You could feel inch by inch as he slid in slowly. You hissed at the stretch and he let out a groan and silent curse. That was the only peace he have you before he started fucking you with a quick pace.

The moans were slipping out of your mouth but you tried to hide them by biting on the cotton sheets. Spencer was having none of it. He pulled your head up by your hair, using it as leverage as he rammed into you from behind.

“Such a greedy fucking cunt. Take my cock like the perfect fucking whore you are,” he gritted out. His harsh words lit you aflame. You swore you could cum from them alone.

“Harder sir fuck! I need it,” you were moaning in between sobs. He was hitting a spot you never knew you had inside you. You knew no matter how hard you tried to replicate it later, nothing could compare.

Without slowing his pace he lifted one of your legs onto the bed. Your knee was digging into the sheets as he kept his bruising pace. You wanted faster so he complied. You could feel the marks forming on your hip where he was holding onto you.

You knew there would be a noise complaint sent to your room. The sound of skin slapping and your desperate moans bounced off the walls. However Spencer wasn’t quiet himself, the groans he let out behind you were driving you mad.

He could feel your walls clenching on his cock. The hand on your hair shifted to your throat as he started to add pressure. Broken moans were having a hard time slipping out of your lips.

“That’s it princess. You wanna cum for me?”

You tried nodding the best you could letting out a broken “Please”. He let up the pressure on your throat, letting you take in air.

“Please,” he mocked how desperate you sounded and laughed, “be my good little slut and cum all over my cock.”

His hand slipped down to your aching clit rubbing quick circles. With a few more thrusts of his length perfectly hitting your cervix you came. The breath was taken out of your lungs. You trembled as he continued to search for his release, stars prickling behind your eyes. He never let up on your clit. The overstimulation quickly building up a second orgasm.

“Sir I ca-can’t take it,” your hand reaching back to try and stop his thrusts. You knew you could. You were drowning in the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“You can and you will,” he said pinning your hand behind your back. You trembled as you came for a second time. You let out moans of his name and curses, which triggered his release.

He stilled his movements, spilling his warm seed inside your aching cunt. He stayed there for a minute as you both caught your breathes. You sighed at the loss as he pulled out. You could feel your mixed release dripping down your thighs.

He reached down to grab his boxers and pulled them up. You felt him walk away for a minute then return with a damp towel to clean you up.

“Can you stand?” he asked and you nodded pushing yourself up to avoid adding pressure on your surely red behind.

While he helped you pull on a tshirt you heard a knock on the door.

“We will talk about this tomorrow agents.”

Fuck. You shared a look of wide eyes before groaning. That was going to be an interesting conversation.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #mgg smut #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler x reader #chellewrites

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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Reverse Au! Dump

Don’t mind my idea dumping here. Brain decided to have fun while I was at work and I have too many wips as it is, so… Thought I’d ask before I dumped, experience. Used morningmark’s comics as a base, so if you want reference. Now this isn’t all that well compiled, but here it goes.

Magic in the Other World is varied as it is crazy. So many styles over the generations and not a lot of organization. There are some that try to categorize it all, but that works as well as you’d expect. Some were lost, some erased, some weren’t passed down/recorded because “the power is all mine! Ahahaha!” It took a lot of time and collaboration, but eventually a sort of system was installed to help out. Still a lot of work to do, but its a step forward. Nowadays the term Wild Magic is generally reserved for those that aren’t all that well documented and understood.

Some Magics are very powerful and desirable, but also tend to be very high risk/high reward, kinda pass/fail, pretty literally Do or Die most times. So not a lot of people can use those or are even willing to. Story says this one guy named Odin hung himself on a massive tree by his own spear for nine days, no food water or rest in constant pain before he could unlock the secret of Runes. But it’s also said he gouged out his own eye to drink from the Well of Wisdom so…

There are lots of different ways to channel magic too: wands, staves, jewelry, certain gems, familiars, potions, enchanted armaments, chants, scripts, etc. Each tool has its own advantages and disadvantages and play into a Witches’ style. Every Witch has at least two methods of spellcasting. Only children have one. Haven’t thought of how Luz gets her Palisman though. Maybe its one of those magic Artifacts like Dr. Strange’s cloak, Elder Wand, Thor’s hammer, or a Green Lantern’s Ring. Something that can’t be recreated because the secret is lost, materials no longer exist, too hard/dangerous to make, accident that can’t be recreated, etc. Happens more often than people like.

Camilla is sometimes called the Blue Witch. She’s a healer by heart and trade, but push her and she will become a one Witch Battleship. Bismark who? Aaaaand she just deleted a whole battalion. And the fortress behind them. Hide me. There are the very rare occasions, like count on one hand rare, when someone near and dear to her heart is in trouble that she takes up her other job. She’s especially terrifying when she decides to torture, those who know how to heal the body know best how to break it. Many shades of Blue, some are very close to Black. She doesn’t necessarily hate Humans exactly, but doesn’t have the highest of regard from past experiences.

Luz has training and is a proficient Witch for her age. Camilla and her father were adamant about having a general knowledge/skillset alongside her specialized skill. Jack of all trades and a master of none, still better than a master of one. She has gone through the system for her magic with varying success. Oracle magic? Zero talent. Bard classes? She can play an instrument, but can’t sing at the same time. When she does sing she tires too hard and messes up. It’s only when she doesn’t try, like absently singing along with a song or playing by her heart, that she’s good at it. Beasts? Can use them, but would rather play with them. Bleeding heart and all that. She does have a good handle on healing magic partly due to Camilla drilling necessary skills into her and partly osmosis. Her father arranged for some CQC lessons from an old friend of his which the girl loved. You get the idea. It wasn’t until she discovered Glyphs that she found her niche and her skills took off. Glyphs are one of those ‘eccentric’ or 'archaic’ styles since they haven’t been used in so long after being lost and are barely understood. She still has a long way to go, but she is on her way.

Luz never really had much in the way of friends, partly cuz of high profile parents which leads to certain pressures and a target on her head, partly because of her magic style and personality, and partly because of the trouble been going on. Luz grew up her whole life with this tension of a group of anarchists trying to burn society that’s just trying to do the right thing. The anarchists started small, but have been a growing problem the past few decades with talk how to 'reshape the world’ in not a good way. Anyone with critical thinking skills can tell this is a bad idea, but they are too brainwashed to notice. They harass anyone who doesn’t follow their rhetoric and attack anyone who even questions them. Luz’s parents put a real kink in a lot of their plans for years, which makes Luz guilty by association.

Luz got caught in one of those sudden larger scuffles and was accidentally chucked/blown through a portal created by an attempted tactical retreat that went off course. Hence why she can’t go home because she hasn’t learned how to do portals yet. Those are high level anyway so how did these guys pull it off so easily? Luz has a hard time blending in obviously. Learning how to use a phone was a fun endeavor. Internet was a trip. Luz is amazed how these people can do all this cool stuff without magic. Keep a low profile sure, she can pass off as a weird out of town kid. Keep the beanie on, underperform in gym and stuff because some things don’t change, like genetics. Someone sharp eyed will see discrepancies. The Beanie has a small Glamor spell built in that covers her witchy traits but she forgot the ears which is why it sits like it does. Luz can erase memories in case she has an accident, but it’s less of a 'remove my face from this picture with a scalpel’, and more of a 'lemme just hack off the past hour or three from your brain with an axe.’ If she tries to take any more then she starts burning into some more dangerous territory and those Wiped are groggy and disoriented for a while after already. Then the magic attacks start happening and her heroic instinct/anti-bystander complex kicks in and there goes that. It runs in the family so Camilla isn’t surprised in the slightest when she finds out.

“Oh titan, why did you curse me with another me?” “I’m right here Mami!”

Eda has a shack very akin to Grunkle Stan. Lots of junk that Lilith can’t believe that people are dumb enough to buy. She’s also involved in some not so legal dealings on the side. Well, Eda isn’t actually hurting anybody and the tax dollars she should be paying would only go towards some politicians’ next yacht or another pointless overseas 'investment’ instead of where it’s supposed to go so. Eda does give some good intel on occasion and a place to vent so Lillith overlooks her. Lil’s more of the secret police for witches and a petty crook isn’t part of her job anyway. Eda understands Luz’s predicament and is willing to help. The cover story is that Camilla work in hospitals and has to work crazy hours while her dad passed away so is living with Eda for a while. King is that kind of critter that grew up weird and acts like ten different animals all the time.

Gus is the nerdy kid who infodumps on everybody, even if they’re not listening. Loves anything fantasy/sci-fi related and plays Minecraft too. A good kid at heart, but needs some social skills. Keep him away from anything more sugary than tea. Luz learned a lot listening to him. Not all of it is entirely useful, but still. Some of his ramblings give her some good ideas for magic and stuff, like putting Glyphs on cards.

The Blights are the cool rich kids obviously, and have some discipline and social issues. Big family name makes them intimidating for normies and a meal ticket for the unsavory. These kids need real friends. They decided to act out to get some attention from the parents who then decided to ignore them. “If you’re going to act like a child tantrum, get treated like one.” Ed is perfect for Drama classes, if he were allowed to partake. Can’t decide what Em is great at, hacking perhaps? Amity’s car is an inheritance from the only family to treat her as such Twins aside, even if she’s too young to remember it. She only remembers that she has feelings surrounding the car. All three of them were pretty impressed with Luz for standing up to them, calling them out on their shit, and not giving a crap about their family name. Being treated like a normal person is pretty weird. Can we get her to do that again?

Amity tried dating Boscha once, didn’t work out very well. Boscha is still hurting over Amity’s comment of “I’d rather go date the new weird kid (Luz) than go back to you.” It’s one of the reasons she goes after Luz. She has that kind of Bud personality from Spider Man, feels lesser and so acts out so much.

“Wow, this new Witch is amazing. Not as cool as the original Witch.”

“What is it with the Witch with you?”

“Oh, she’s a hero. Looks out for the city and the little guy. She inspires me. Makes me want to be a bigger person. *sees Luz* What’s up Luz-er?”

And that’s what I got right now. I know there was more, but it’s lost to the void right now. Might come back later, maybe not. Lemme know what you think.

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DAMN you weren’t lying when you said you had an info-dump this is *chefs kiss* you got me intrigued now

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 3 years

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Into the last turn of the spiral

I’m absolutely thrilled with this episode and where things are going in this long finale. I know that many Dean fans are not happy with these last few seasons, but I am appreciating them intensely for their theme, the big question that the show asked the characters and asked us. What is real? Do we know? Did we know? What show have we been watching? This season brought the question to the spotlight, and this episode stares at us in the eyes and asks us. Do we understand? Did we understand what was going on?

Let’s start this with something partly silly: I admit I have no idea what Sam said in the teary speech. My brain was too busy processing what was going on with Chuck, and I realized I hadn’t processed what was being said in the scene between Sam and Dean. Then again, isn’t this some sort of involuntary meta commentary? Is it even relevant to know exactly the details of the bro moment, when it’s the last turn of a spiral we’ve seen over and over, the last turn of the spiral of Chuck’s story - the only story he knows, the conflict between siblings - and the way Dean and Sam stumble their way through it and (partly) out of it?

Oh, Chuck. We were all convinced that what he said was true. We fell for it like anyone else. That the “bad writing” was him frustratedly trying to continue a story that didn’t work anymore, occasionally punishing his characters out of pettiness, the monsters and the theatrical cases and the bad luck and whatever... But it was his great plan. His visions to Sam were the lie, and of course they were. The red herring. Everything was a red herring to conceal what he really aimed at - his sister. Everything else was a tool.

And it’s so interesting to see what his grand plan was based on. Because Chuck wanted something - Amara in his hands, literally - and he knew that he couldn’t convince her or force her, she had made it clear. So he did the only thing he could, really, which happened to be the smartest move: he used Dean to get at her. Dean, whom she always had a connection (and he lies to her, tells her the connection was real, not his writing, but of course it’s a lie, he needs her to believe that her connection to Dean was real, so that she could feel devastated enough by Dean’s betrayal to go back to him). It worked.

(It also says a lot of Chuck’s complex relationship towards Dean. He needs Dean to achieve his goals, he needs his sister to be manipulated by Dean to be able to manipulate her. He knows Dean can succeed where he can’t. He knows Dean has a power over his sister that he doesn’t have.)

To get at Dean, in turn, no old cards could work: not even Mary’s death was enough to manipulate him into killing Jack on Chuck’s orders, and what biggest motivation than grief over his mother’s death? So Chuck used the ultimate card, freedom. The ultimate freedom, a plan to kill God himself, the great puppetmaster that toyed with him all his life. And of course this plan would come from Death, which Dean has always felt a sort of bond/pull towards, and whom Dean somewhat trusts. It worked.

Chuck manipulated Amara using Dean, and in turn manipulated Dean using Death. It was a very smart plan.

On the other hand there’s Sam. Oh, I don’t think what the Empty said about Billie was true, I don’t think anything about that scene was real (or, at least not fully). Because it’s a perfect parallel - Dean lies to one cosmic entity, Amara, and drives Amara where she needs to be in Chuck’s plan, i.e. literally into Chuck’s hands. Sam lies to another cosmic entity, the Empty, which gives Sam the exact information he needs to drive himself where he needs to be in Chuck’s plan, i.e. trying to stop Dean from using Jack to kill Chuck, triggering the brothers’ conflict grand finale.

In fact, the way the episode is structured in chapters named Amara, Dean, and Sam, suggests that those three are the manipulations Chuck is performing (the metatextuality of giving titles to parts of the story obviously is supposed to make us think about it from Chuck’s perspective, as Chuck’s doing). Amara gets emotionally manipulated, Dean gets manipulated through the supposed plan to kill Chuck, and Sam gets manipulated into his own role in Chuck’s story, that is to get motivated by the encounter with the Empty (supposedly) to go and stop Dean. The information he gets in Death’s library are perfectly tailored on Sam’s characterization and role in the story...

It’s all very poetic way, in fact, because in the season 10 finale Sam convinced Dean not to carry out the plan proposed by Death (killing Sam) while the spell to free Amara out in the world was performed. Now, Chuck has Sam try to stop Dean from carrying out a plan proposed by Death, when in fact the entire objective is for Chuck to absorbe Amara. Irony...

Then again, we hardly know anything where Billie or the Empty are concerned, not really. What is real indeed.

Oh, and Jack. Just recently I was talking with @pathofserendipity about how many of us have had troubles accepting Jack as he was presented to us by the narrative. It felt too abupt to throw him out there as a son to the main characters, not even “family” like Bobby or Charlie or Kevin would, but a son altogether, when a parental bond is something so deep and intimate. Jack felt like a plot device put there to fulfill some very specific functions - plotty plot thingies, and giving Cas something more important than Dean. In fact many DeanCas fans have been disappointed by how Jack basically disrupted the DeanCas narrative by almost replacing Dean as Cas’ most beloved person.

And now Chuck basically tells us that Jack was specifically engineered to be a plot device. And doesn’t just tell that to us. He does it by using a very specific mirror of Dean and Cas that, given the context, feels exactly like a mockery of their relationship. Not only by making the mirror a hypersexual, weird couple, where the Cas mirror is sort of reminiscent of the “endverse” version of Cas. But also, Adam says that the plan to kill God was his and Serafina’s “baby” - also mocking, since the plan requires Jack’s death, Jack basically being Dean and Cas’ “baby”.

Such a cruel irony in putting a mirror like that in this very last turn of the spiral, and so very like Chuck.

So, as we mentioned, this episode was structured in chapters based on the characters manipulated by Chuck. Of course the next episode will be about Cas, the one that cannot be manipulated, not really. Well, I’d say that his bond with Jack is too suspicious and was engineered to drive conflict between him and Dean (so much conflict it has driven between them, in fact, although their relationship never broke). But we know, and Chuck very well knows, that Cas is a damn bastard that always ends doing what he’s not supposed to do...

#spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 15x17 #my spn thoughts #chuck is just a shitty writer that doesn't do endings #lol @ my tag for his manipulation of the story #chuck and amara #chuck and dean #spn

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misshuney · 3 years

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Why Supernatural Shouldve Ended After Season 11

I just watched the rest of supernatural and just really need to vent. these are all just my opinions and analyzations and yours may differ!

I've been putting off watching supernatural for a while now because deep down I knew the current writers would not do the last seasons justice, and boy was I right.

Mind you, I'm not one of those fans with the "spn should've ended with season 5, every season after that is trash" mentality. I actually really loved seasons 6-11.

even watching season 11 I couldn't help but wonder...where are they going to go after this? they've stopped the apocalypse, defeated the leviathans, and patched up gods relationship with his sister.

the writers:oh I know! let's bring back Mary! (just to kill her off again later on) and introduce the positively boring British men of letters. I stopped watching that year because that season was just so boring with so many pointless subplots that i didn't start watching again till this year.

the writing really went downhill that year. I'm out of the loop with alot of the behind the scenes stuff since I don't live and breath spn, but did they change writers?

■■Bad writing

season twelve was where alot of the fun and comedic elements of the show were wiped clean, which just left a whole lot of angst, drama, and action. but it just get so...dull without the lightheartedness that the show used to posses. dont get me wrong I love the drama and the angst,but when it's just moments after moments and full episodes of that, with no breaks in between, or hopeful moments, it gets damn boring. (especially when we've seen the formula so many times before. big bad, Sam, Dean and Cass making stupid impulsive decisions) but without the lighthearted and sweet moments thrown into the mix, it really is just depressing.

but where I REALLY have a bone to pick with writers, is how they ruined our favorite ■■characters development.

☆Crowley King of Hell

do not even get me started on how they killed off crowley! mark was wronged and I'm glad he made it known publicly!

I hate the "crowley was around for too long" excuse.

you wanna know who really overstayed his welcome? lucifer. as much as I love his character , he used to be this scary powerful angel, who turned into a joke the more they brought him back. Amara should've killed him off after casifer happened. I'm not even gonna go further on that because I could go on and on.

why is it that the winchesters grow to trust and like Rowena but the writers never allow them to truly grow their relationship with crowley?

crowley was not just some villain, he and the winchesters had a complicated relationship, but he should've atleast gotten a better send off.

Excuses■■

first off, I don't want to hear, the characters evolved they couldn't stay the same. that's true, they've all grown throughout the season, but why the drastic changes that happened in the last 3 seasons? they really were stripped of their core personalities and left with some 2 dimensional characters at the end, they were no longer complex.

(CASTIEL)

-oh castiel..my sweet angel baby, what is you doing is all I could think. Cas has had many arks, throughout the series. his character is always evolving for better or worse. but you always got the sense that he is trying, and he'll always put up a fight to do whatever he thinks is right. untill season 12 and on. Cas went from this strong,awkward yet charming character.. to a boring weakling, there I said it. I don't know if Misha checked out the last few seasons or if he was just doing his best with what he was given..but castiel just comes off as so far removed and every action he takes feels so tedious. they zapped completely his dry sense of humor, and replaced it with grunts and constipated looks. I know that the angels have there wings clipped, but God, castiel can't even take on ur run of the mill monster anymore, when he used to go around smiting demons left and right even when he lost his memory. there's not even chemistry between him and Dean anymore.

- Sam was more or less the same, just twitchier, no comment on him. just less fire in him and far less complex then he used to be as a character who always internally struggling to weight right from wrong, selfishness and sacrifice etc. he's just there.

-i could take or leave jack. didn't hate him, didn't love him.

(DEAN) The thing that pissed me off the most is how dirty they did dean. his whole thing was always being lead by his heart and fighting tooth and nail to save those who needed saving, because he couldn't not care. also, I do believe the reason that dean never went crazy after all those years of trauma and violence, was his sense of humor. he could always find a light hearted moment or a joke within all the chaos that surrounded his life. they just decided to remove all that and we were left with a cold, and angry man that gives you the sense that he's doing all this because he's supposed to, not because he really cares or loves anymore. the way they wrote him, it really did seem like Sam, Cas and Jack were just a burden to him. they weren't even in the dream world where Michael locked dean away when he possesed him. There never seemed to be a true connection between him and Jack either, he didn't seem to care whether he died or if he had to kill him himself. You get the sense that he spared Jack's life because he knew it wasn't the right thing to do, not because he loved him. If Dean doesn't act out on love anymore, then what the hell is he doing?

why was the complexity of these characters erased?

final opinions/questions**

there was not enough character development in making chuck go from this benevolent being into a malevolent one. it was just the "logical" thing to do since the guys have fought every single thing in existence already, that they take on the last big powerful character. everything known about him in the past was also discarded. they made him so petty and annoying, I'm sure Chuck was upset that things weren't going the way he wanted, but I know he saw Sam and Dean's side of it as well, (like in the season 5 finale monologue) and they could've shown us that! but they just thew away every other ones of his traits away.

also, why did the writers love screwing with Kevin Tran so much??? he truly got the end of the stick and didn't deserve it.

in the end, our heroes really went out sad and didn't get what they deserved. not even going to comment on the ending.

the way I see it, there were two good endings that were thrown away. The best ending would've been Season 5 finale and a good ending could've been the Season 11 finale. anything else was undeserved.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #misha collins #jensen ackles #jared paladecki #mark sheppard #mark pellegrino #spn #spnwatch #spnfandom #spnfamily

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Ok so this has been tumbling around in my head. Eileen was supposed to be in the episode that shall not be named but then was ultimately cut. However she wasn't supposed to be shown with Sam and his offspring and we've all heard Jared's stance on it but none of those things make sense. Like narratively they make zero sense. What does make sense? Angels were kicked back out of the Empty and needed to continue on that strong Winchester vessel bloodline and hit him and some other woman with a vessel bloodline with an arrow to make another sweet little vessel for an angel. It falls in line that chuck won theory.

I’m with you that it makes zero narrative sense for Eileen not to have ended up with Sam after everything they put them both through in s15. Like... half the season I was so wary about why and how they were bringing back Eileen, and to what end, and it took until 15.18 for me to feel content that they’d done everything to establish them as the Endgame Romantic Pairing. Like... the fact that even *I* was unreservedly onboard because they put so much work into making it undeniably clear that Sam and Eileen were embarking on a romantic relationship after I had reservations and doubts all season long sort of doubles down on the intent and effort employed in making them happen in the narrative. I’m like the reluctant doubter that proved the theory, you know?

So for it to be tossed away at the last possible moment in favor of some faceless and otherwise irrelevant person in Sam’s life? Is freaking gross, honestly.

I’m not sure what that has to do with angels or the Empty, though. We never even saw what happened with the angels or the Empty in canon. Did they get kicked out of the Empty? No idea. There’s no reason to believe they were, or that Chuck had any sort of interest in the angels at all, at any rate. In 15.17 he basically poofed away the last of the angels out of sheer boredom and irritation with them, and basically told Michael to his face that he didn’t care about him before poofing him into nothingness in 15.19. So like... not sure what Chuck’s motives would be for resurrecting the angels from the Empty again at that point. He didn’t even really need to in order to bring about the ending he wanted for Sam and Dean. Funnily enough, it didn’t take big World Ending Drama to push Sam and Dean to “give up” and play out the story he’d always wanted out of them, it only took the abjectly mundane life they were left with after they BELIEVED they’d defeated him and won their freedom. So like... they didn’t need *actual* freedom, just to be lulled into complacency by thinking they’d solved their lifelong problem.

It still doesn’t make any narrative sense to me, but I’m not sure Chuck would’ve wanted the angels back anyway. He got the only ending he wanted and had been trying to engineer for the entire story-- validation that one sibling had to be sacrificed so that the other could be free. Because that was Chuck’s personal story (between himself and Amara), and the only story he was interested in, or was even capable of telling. And how sad is that? It meant that at the end of the story there was no growth, no humanity, no free will, and no love. The entire story was reduced to the petty grievance chuck built all of creation on, and his own bitterness when his creation outgrew him and developed free will and feelings he could never understand.

I still insist that if humanity and free will and love had truly won, it would’ve changed the fundamental structure of the universe. Instead of creation being a reflection of the creator, it would’ve flipped so that the creator became a reflection of the creation.

Chuck tried... he mimicked being a “person.” He tried on humanity for size, and still never truly understood what it meant to be human. But he was incredibly obsessed with his “Destined” vessels and their stubborn refusal to play out the story he wrote for them. Every other version of them in every other universe eventually capitulated to his demands. And not only that, but throughout human history from Adam and Eve and Cain and Abel, even in THIS universe, his chosen favorite characters did everything he wanted them to. Except our TFW.

It took taking Cas off the table entirely and offloading his power into Jack and ostensibly frying every bit of human love out of Jack in the process to justify why Jack wouldn’t have immediately brought Cas back and released them all from the burden of the narrative to live long, happy lives together. Including Sam and Eileen finding peace and happiness together.

So yeah, no idea how angels actually figure into Chuck winning. I don’t know that Chuck cared about bringing them back at all. But otherwise, yeah, 100% agree it’s hit-yourself-over-the-head-with-a-hammer levels of stupid to deliberately ignore Sam and Eileen’s relationship in the finale.

#spn 15.20 #chuck's process #saileen #spn cosmology #Anonymous

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So It Goes

So, forgive me this indulgence as somebody who does not ordinarily write meta; a friend asked me why I thought that the manner of Dean’s death in 15x20 is an incredibly lovely and mature writing choice. I think it is so, for reasons that also happen to explain why so many fans of the show fucking loathe it.

There is some Vonnegut at the end. Hang in for that.

PART ONE:

Chuck's story direction has always made sure that the boys, if they died, did so in a mega intense or glorious fashion (minus the *Mystery Spot* meddling by Gabriel, and those weren't meant to be permadeaths). Those deaths were awesome heroic television deaths that FED the story rather than ending it. Every time, the surviving brother would do some extremely stupid and destabilizing shit to bring the other back, often feeding an entire new cycle of death and retrieval.

If he *didn't* (cf: Sam in the Cage, Dean in Purgatory), it caused a massive rift between them, which then fed *further* wild-ass decisions. The dudes were in the dictionary under 'codependency'. People knew that killing or capturing one of them meant the other wasn't far behind.

Chuck's endgame for Sam and Dean was literally to *die fighting God.* How much more heroically wanky can you get?

But they beat him. They’re free. Jack takes over, and makes it clear that he isn’t going to be a God who meddles or directs; he’s not going to be their in-house writer. He’s just going to set things back where they belong, reform the systems that Chuck established out of ego or cruelty, and then integrate himself with the universe so that anything that happens to it…happens to him, too. He’s won’t be a character anymore. He’s a setting.

PART TWO:

So, minus Chuck, with Jack’s goodbye and Castiel’s sacrifice…the boys get to experience plain old…real life. Tuesday! Drinking beer, kicking the laundry machine, filling out shitty job applications, enjoying the little consolations of food and pets and free time. (I think that messy room and dog-bonding and staring into the internet bespeaks a Dean who is really doing his goddamn best to not implode with grief as he has in the past, but to try to thrive in the face of deep grieving).

When Sam expresses grief over losing Cas, Dean's response is basically: yeah, it sucks. But our job, that our loved ones sacrificed for us to have a shot at… is to stop trying to reverse all of our losses, and to learn to live with them, like normal people have to. That’s the price of the gift they’ve been given — accepting whatever real life deals them.

They can literally do anything they want; circumstances won’t herd them into Season 16. What’s the first thing Dean really does, after this little break?

He hears “missing kids, dead parents” and he dives right back in. He opens his Dad’s goddamn notebook for the info. He’s immediately choosing to go right back to where they started, for the sake of helping other people. He books them to fight some of the very first basic bitch monsters he and Sam dealt with. That is unforced 100% Dean’s choice.

(Sam has demonstrated an ability to not take on the responsibility of eliminating all monster-based misfortunes in the world and pursue a life beyond just hunting, so long as Dean has been off the map…but Dean’s one attempt to take a job and settle down with Lisa ended up being so obviously hollow that Castiel felt SO BAD he took time off from RUNNING HEAVEN to rescue Sam FOR DEAN.)

PART THREE:

Remember Chuck's little fit earlier where Dean wound up getting his teeth drilled etc? That bad luck was being magnified by Chuck being pissed at them, but the brothers truly did find themselves facing ordinary people shit they had never really had to deal with. It drove the point home -- Sam and Dean had been exempt, this whole time, from the petty little ways that failure and misfortune work in the normal world. That extended to their hunting, too — they found out that there were people they could fail to save, despite their best effort. People who, according to the rules they’d been operating under, should have been savable.

So we see this hunt — which is really rough and tumble. They’re still doing amazingly considering how outnumbered they are, but this was some of the most intentionally graceless fight choreography I remember seeing on the show. They seriously almost lose the fight, and Sam kills that last vamp pestering Dean with the kind of “whew!” last minute heroics we’ve come to expect from the show.

And Dean realizes: something has gone wrong. Something that no pulp TV action genre writer would ever, ever draft for a hero’s death. There was some scary rebar sticking out and Dean got shoved into it in the scuffle and it hath Fucked Him Up. It’s the kind of shit that happens on construction sites. It’s an accident. It’s a random misfortune. It has nothing to do with his heroism or skill or the cleverness or powerfulness of his opponents. It just happens.

Under show rules, here is what would happen next: Castiel would heal him. Jack would heal him. Sam would call an ambulance and Dean would be DOA and Sam would whip out his cellphone and call Rowena or a crossroads demon or Sister Jo or research a spell and we’d be off and rolling for Season 16.

But Dean says: Don’t do that.

Because that is what Chuck would write.

Dean realizes — this is exactly the world they have fought to exist in. A world that is randomly wonderful, randomly shitty. This happened because he chose to be here. Nobody made them pursue this hunt. Is he surprised that it happened so soon, that he ended up having so little time to give unscripted life a shot? Yes, to the point that he clearly thinks it’s honestly kinda funny. Cuz who’d write it like that? Nobody! He likes the part that he gets to die on a hunt, standing up, in his boots — that’s what he’s always seen for himself. Not in a bad way, not in a “killing machine” or a “daddy’s little soldier” way, but because it means he kept fighting for other people up to the last second. He’s upset that Sam is so upset — he’s more worried about calming Sam and reassuring him than he is about how cool his death is gonna look on IMDB, or how they can cheat circumstance to buy him more time.

Instead of buying more time, at the expense of living like real people instead of TV characters…he decides to make the most of this one moment. He tells Sam how much he loves him. He tells Sam that Sam will be okay; he’s going to go live a whole life on whatever terms he and the universe can work out together, and the fact that Dean isn’t there is gonna be a painful but acceptable part of those terms. Dean says: don’t go running off trying to change this. Just spend this last little bit of time with me, while the universe does its thing. That’s what they do.

TL;DR — this death is fucking awesome because Chuck would absolutely fucking hate it. He wanted Sam and Dean to go down in a ball of fire together, fighting their coolest foe ever, CHUCK!

Instead: Dean dies like a normal person, from an accident bred under circumstances that he chose for himself. Chuck loses half his prize, not to some other big bad, but to a damn piece of construction material on a mundane job. And Dean gets to die in a way that unshackles Sam’s fate from his own. Like Castiel did for him, he gets to say: I love you. This is enough for me. Go live your life.

He finally gets to drop his kid back off at Stanford.

Chuck would be so pissed.

And we, the viewers of Supernatural...well, hell, we’re ultimately fans of Chuck’s writing, aren’t we? So of course something so unprecedented, so un-heroic or badass, so mundane and intimate and random...of course it shocks. Because that’s not the show we’ve been watching!! But isn’t that the point? The author is dead. We can put aside his tastes, and we can look at Dean’s death, and say the words of Dean’s actual favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut -- So it goes.

#spn meta #spn finale spoilers #spn criticism #I liked what was in the finale and grieved what was not #death of the author hell yeah #dean winchester

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April 12, 2021: Mrs. Doubtfire (1992) (Recap)

Hey, Robin Williams. Been a while.

I’m sorry that I haven’t watched your movies for a while, and that I always skip your comedy stand-up when my phone’s on shuffle. I just...let me explain. Since I was a kid, you were one of my favorite entertainers. That might as well have started the day I was born, because...well, we share a birthday, fun fact. But it definitely continued with the first movie I ever saw in theatres.

While I don’t quite remember the first time I saw it, Aladdin was one of my favorite childhood movies, and I knew that you were the voice of the Genie from an early age. You might have actually been the first actor I ever knew by name. Which makes sense, because your stardom during the ‘90s was nearly unparalleled.

The next film I remember seeing (and hearing) you in was Ferngully: The Last Rainforest. That also starred Tim Curry, who would also be a major figure of my childhood. It also wasn’t the best movie, in hindsight, but it is the only time I’ve heard you rap since.

But eventually, I watched your forays into live-action, too. Jumanji, Hook, even the objectively bad Flubber, are all movies that I vividly remember watching during childhood. I was really excited for Flubber, even, and I LOVED Jumanji growing up. I liked Hook, too, but I appreciated that more as I got older.

Of course, during this time period, you also made less family-friendly films. The Fisher King, Good Will Hunting, Dead Poets Society, Good Morning Vietnam, and What Dreams May Come were all very successful, and cemented your reputation as an actor. I also haven’t seen any of them. In fact...I don’t think I’ve seen any of your dramatic roles, and that’s something that I’ll fix this year. Hell, in a few days, I’ll watch The Birdcage, another of your big hits of the ‘90s.

But why haven’t I seen them up to now? Well...I was going to watch these films, about seven years ago. But...I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it. Because it hurts. A lot.

I know that this is a downer, but my relationship with Robin Williams today is tainted by his tragic death. I was fucking BROKEN when his death was announced, and I really haven’t been able to watch him since. I’ve seen Aladdin recently, but that’s about all I could stand to watch. I mean, the guy shares a birthday with me! I’ve always loved his comedy stylings, and his improvisational skills are something I’ve internalized to a certain degree.

So, yeah. This one’s tough. But, it’s about time I moved on, and celebrated the man’s career for what it was: stellar. And that also brings up an important question, that some of you have probably asked by now:

HOW HAVE I MISSED MRS. DOUBTFIRE, WHAT THE FUCK

I KNOW I KNOW OK?

Look, I’m not entirely sure how I haven’t seen this movie, because I’m MORE than aware of it! I remember it airing during the ‘90s, my Dad AND girlfriend love this movie, and I know FOR A FACT that my family owned both the DVD AND THE VHS of this movie! So, how? HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN IT BY NOW?

I honestly have no idea, but let’s fix it now, huh? Yet one more man-dresses-as-woman movie this month! And no, I am not watching White Chicks...because I’ve already seen White Chicks. Also, it’s...problematic.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Daniel Hillard (Robin Williams) is a voice-actor, and a good one. Which, given that it’s Robin Williams, isn’t entirely inaccurate. He’s also a voice actor with a spine, as he morally objects to a scene in the cartoon that he’s performing for, in which the main character smokes. By the way, I’m 99% sure that this cartoon is animated by Chuck Jones, and it looks well-made.

Anyway, this leads to him quitting the cartoon altogether, and allows him to pick up his kids early from school. These kids are Lydia (Lisa Hykub), Chris (Matthew Lawrence), and Natalie (Mara Wilson), and it’s Chris’ 12th birthday. Daniel arranges a...surprisingly large party, given that it’s completely impromptu, and it comes with a petting zoo and complete trappings. However, it’s not a party of which his wife will approve.

This wife is Miranda (Sally Field), a successful architect and the breadwinner of the family. After getting a call from the neighbor about the party, she comes home and busts the outrageous party. And for the record, I’m entirely on Miranda’s side here. This party is INSANE, and very irresponsible, given the fact that Daniel currently has no job. And yeah, he’s a very loving father, and a good person, but...it’s too much.

Miranda feels the same, and after 14 years of frustration, she realizes that she no longer loves Daniel. In a genuinely sad scene, she tells him that she wants a divorce. And she goes through with it MUCH to Daniel’s detriment. He has no home, as he’s staying with his brother, Frank (Harvey Fierstein) and his partner Jack (Scott Capurro). He also still has no job, meaning that he has no way to provide for his children. This means that he has no ability to provide, and the judge awards Miranda full custody. Oof.

However, this is a conditional arrangement, as another hearing for joint custody will be held in 3 months, and if Daniel can get a home and job in that time, he has a chance. He performs a litany of voices and impressions with his court liason, Mrs. Sellner (Anne Haney), which amuses me, but not her, and he gets a job in order to be with his kids for more than one day a week.

Meanwhile, Miranda IMMEDIATELY starts dating fellow designer and old flame Stuart Dunmeyer (Pierce Brosnan), like, almost before Daniel leaves the house. He bids a heartfelt goodbye to his kids, with the promise that he’ll see them on Saturdays. And now begins the absolute hatred and petty bitchiness of Daniel and Miranda! Seriously, it’s...it’s fucking terrible, and it takes away from my sympathy from either side. I get that divorce is rough and ugly, but GODDAMN, neither of them perform the act with any form of tact or grace.

This is put on display during the kids’ visitation to Daniel’s semi-crappy new apartment, which doesn’t even seem that bad, to be honest. Miranda dropped them off late and picked them up early, as if to slowly starve Daniel of time with his kids, which is extraordinarily shitty of her, fuck me. Daniel’s not taking it well, understandably, but then does something...really dumb, when you think about it.

See, Miranda’s looking for a nanny, to help watch the kids and clean the house during the week. Daniel volunteers his services, which is actually a good idea, but Miranda says she’ll think about it, which we ALL know means no. I DO NOT like Miranda, even if I understand the initial reasons for the divorce. She’s being especially spiteful, and it’s not a good look.

Daniel’s stupid idea, though, is to change the phone number on the ad for the nanny, which Miranda shows him before she takes the kids. Instead, he calls her number, and pretends to be various terrible applicants, until finally supplying his own applicant: the completely fictional Euphegenia Doubtfire (Daniel Hillard).

Daniel plays Mrs. Doubtfire as an elderly British woman, and a seasoned nanny in her day. Which is why it’s weird to me that, when he does to Frank and Jack to help him make an elaborate disguise as Mrs. Doubtfire, that they go through various other impressions and get-ups. Which, yes, is goddamn hilarious, but also makes NO SENSE, given that they’ve already established her character to Miranda. Funny, but nonsensical.

But, regardless, Euphegenis Doubtfire comes into being, and introduces herself to Miranda and the kids. Mrs. Doubtfire is exactly what Miranda’s looking for, although the kids aren’t exactly overjoyed, ESPECIALLY the oldest, Lydia. Also, during this first meeting, Miranda openly bad-mouths Daniel in front of the kids, in just the WORST fuckin’ way. I genuinely dislike Miranda A LOT. Again, the divorce was certainly justified, but I REALLY don’t like her. Daniel loves his kids, and they’re HIS kids, TOO. Stop using them as weapons against him, OOOOOOOOOOOH I DON’T LIKE MIRANDA

Anyway, that evening, after she’s officially been hired by Miranda, Mrs. Doubtfire heads home, only to find court liason Mrs. Sellner waiting to speak with Daniel. After a litany of puns, and a humorous changing scene, Daniel accidentally throws the Mrs. Doubtfire mask out of the window, and is forced to improvise through equally humorous circumstances. Hence, the above meringue mask scene. Has anybody tried that, by the way? Could that work as a groundbreaking beauty technique? Or would the sugar just feed the skin bacteria and give you acne? Genuinely curious.

Now going between his job as Daniel and the nanny job as Doubtfire, Daniel’s not doing too badly for himself. The nanny job begins, and Mrs. Doubtfire IMMEDIATELY contrasts with Daniel, creating a disciplinarian atmosphere in place of Daniel’s formerly loosey-goosey attitude. Which is interesting, and it works! I mean, it’s not how I would parent, but it does work. Doubtfire makes the kids to their homework, rather than watch TV, and then attempts to make dinner. Instead, though, the dinner’s ruined, and Daniel orders takeout and makes it LOOK like homemade food. And it looks good, too! Daniel’s full of hidden talents.

After dinner, as Mrs. Doubtfire’s leaving, Lydia apologizes for backtalking her earlier, and thanks her for making her mom happy with everything she did that evening. he also says that she’s still a bit messed up about her dad being gone. And yeah, it’s sweet-but-sad.

Going forward (and in a montage set to Aerosmith’s Dude Looks Like a Lady), Mrs. Doubtfire takes care of the family, and Daniel even betters himself to become a better Mrs. Doubtfire. Which...to be honest, Daniel REALLY should’ve done this before. I get that he needed the pressure of losing the kids to do this, but...look, Daniel really wasn’t that responsible of a parent, and the fact that THIS is how he learns to be so is...not great. Like, here’s an example, OK: take Donald Trump.

Yeah, I know, what’s this politics doing in my peanut butter? And WOW, that reference is older than me, but anyway. Let’s say that, in two years, a new politician comes on the scene, and her name is Karyn Walldottir. She has somewhat centrist views, and behaves in a way that’s inclusive to the majority, and backs up her claims and promises with evidence (at least true enough for us to suspend our disbelief). This is, of course, Donald Trump disguised as a woman in order to gain custody of the United States of America again. Naturally.

Karyn Walldottir gets elected in 2024, and all of her policies are markedly different from Trump’s and Biden’s, but leaning closer to Biden in progressive standpoints (assuming that that worked for him come 2024). While Trump is doing this specifically to be president again, he ends up revising his personal policies, and being a better person and president for the country. A literal impossibility, I know. But suspend your disbelief to ask this question:

WHY THE FUCK WOULDN’T HE DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE? IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!

OK, now that that dumbass (and mildly horrifying) thought process is concluded, let’s get back to Mrs. Doubtfire. In the process of Mrs. Doubtfire’s ingratiation with the family, Miranda’s been dating Stu, whom Mrs. Doubtfire subtly insults when they meet. And yeah, Daniel’s being a little petty here, but it makes a bit of sense at least.

That night, after an accidental intrusion by Chris when Mrs. Doubtfire is going to the bathroom, Daniel’s basically forced to tell Chris and Lydia his little secret, which Lydia’s happy about, but Chris is understandably weirded out about. But, they agree to keep the secret from their mom and younger sister.

At his OTHER job, delivering film reels from a TV station, he witnesses the filming of an extremely boring kids educational TV show, and comments as such to another man watching. As he quickly learns, this is the owner of the station, Jonathan Lundy (Robert Prosky), on whom Daniel makes a good impression.

In the meantime, Mrs. Doubtfire has a talk with Miranda about their love lives, real and fictional. Daniel realizes how badly Miranda had been suffering in their marriage, which she never told him because...well, he never seemed to take anything seriously. Which is entirely fair...but this is why Miranda’s a tricky-ass character. She’s got two sides: there’s the justified caring mother and strong woman, and there’s the PETTY ASSHOLE who genuinely doesn’t care about Daniel or his feelings AT ALL. Jesus.

And Stu...look, Stu is LITERALLY a Gary Stu, who’s mostly perfect. Sure, he’s not always been that way, but he definitely is now! He’s responsible, wealthy, in love with Miranda AND her kids. And yeah, at a country club that he’s a member of (OF COURSE he is), he privately badmouth Daniel in front of Mrs. Doubtfire, calling him a loser, and...yeah, he’s not really unjustified in that statement. Fact of the matter is, Stu is barely even a plot device.

Meanwhile, in Daniel’s day job, he finds himself alone in the studio, where the toy dinosaurs from the TV show are still sitting on the table. He plays with them, gives them voices, sings some songs, and impresses Mr. Lundy, who’s there in the shadows after all that. He’s impressed, and invites Daniel to dinner to talk about a potential future show at the network.

But then, it’s also Miranda’s birthday coming up, and Stu’s holding a dinner for her, to which Mrs. Doubtfire is invited. Trouble is, it’s at the OH FUCK IT. YOU know what this is. It’s at the same time and place as the Mr. Lund meeting yaddayaddayadda LOOK. We ALL know how this is going to end. It’s the GODDAMN LIAR REVEALED TROPE AGAIN. And here’s the thing:

I FUGGIN’ HAAAAAATE THE LIAR REVEALED TROPE

You know, that thing in movies (especially family movies of the ‘90s) where somebody starts off a situation with a lie, they get deeper and deeper into that lie, grow close to people under false pretenses, and then OH NO! THE LIAR IS REVEALED! And everybody’s angry and/or sad, the liar slumps off, defeated and broken, but then realizes the error of his ways, while everybody else realizes the same thing, and he comes back to vindicate himself, and is welcomed back with open arms. And it introduces unneeded tension AND I HAVE ALWAYS FUCKING HATED IT.

Let’s list the examples, shall we? A Bug’s Life, Aladdin, Mulan, The Road to El Dorado, Chicken Run, How to Train Your Dragon, Klaus, Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted, Megamind (SUBVERSIVE MY ASS), Over the Hedge, Rango, Toy Story, Steven Universe (the whole Pearl/Sardonyx arc, which went on for WAY too long), the list goes on and fucking on. And I GODDAMN HATE IT. Not to say it can’t be done well. Disney actually usually does a pretty good job with it, and Dreamworks uses it A LOT, but almost always pretty well. But sometimes...GOD. Either way, it’s still used FAR too fucking much. And look. Here’s another one. Joy.

Look, at this point...I will freely admit that I'm biased against this trope, but it’s also obvious where this is headed. Basically, Daniel switches back and forth between the dinner with the family, and the dinner with Mr. Lundy. With Mr. Lundy, he gets absolutely SMASHED. Great. Great decision, Daniel.

So, yeah, Mrs. Doubtfire’s also smashed, which is pretty goddamn apparent to them all. At this point, I’m wondering why Daniel, as Mrs. Doubtfire, didn’t just say she was sick as hell, and had to go home. Or, considering the fact that Daniel proposes her as a show idea regardless, the switch wasn’t even necessary! And that means that none of what’s about to happen, happens. Or, here’s a crazy thought, maybe Daniel shouldn’t have POISONED STU’S FOOD WITH CAYENNE PEPPER THAT HE’S ALLERGIC TO!

YEAH! Because that causes Stu to go into anaphylactic shock for a hot sec, causing him to choke. Mrs. Doubtfire does the right thing and gives him the Heimlich maneuver, and in the process, SURPRISE! IT’S BEEN DANIEL ALL ALONG! BUH BUH BUHHHHH DA DA DA DAAAAA DA

Yeah, so Miranda is understandably ENRAGED by this revelation, and it’s all over. Daniel represents himself in court at the custody hearing, but the judge deems his “lifestyle” dangerous for children. Which...yikes, Judge, that statement didn’t age well AT FUCKING ALL. But, given Daniel’s admitted stupidity with this whole idea, he’s not wrong about the dangerous part. But, I have to say, Daniel’s speech in his own defense is nice...although he also says he’s addicted to his children, so let’s throw a second yikes on there for good measure.

The speech moves Miranda...but not enough to prevent Daniel has his custody stripped away from him! GOD THEY BOTH SUUUUUUUUCK. Daniel’s a broken man, and Miranda and the kids are similarly broken without him and Mrs. Doubtfire. However...Daniel’s career isn’t broken AT ALL, as Mrs. Doubtfire is now a kid’s show host! Yeah! And she’s a hit! And again, it brings me to wonder why Daniel DIDN’T APPLY HIS OBVIOUS TALENTS LIKE THIS IN THE FIRST GODDAMN PLACE

Realizing that she made a mistake, she goes to the set during the filming of a show. She congratulates him on the show, and he replies by stating how broken he is now! Thanks, Miranda! Well, after an argument, and after Miranda sees how badly she’s messed up someone she used to care for, they come to an agreement: joint custody. FINALLY GODDAMN IT

And good, because I don’t want them back together. I have to give this film props for that: they acknowledge that these two are NOT good for each other, and they deliver a message in the end: families are families, no matter how they’re shaped. One mom, one dad, uncle or aunt, grandparents, adoption, two separated or divorced parents...oh, also, two dads or two moms. Yeah, that isn’t said in Mrs. Doubtfire’s final monologue, which is odd considering Daniel’s brother and his life partner...but it’s also kid’s TV in the ‘90s, so I guess that sadly makes sense. And with that, and their new family arrangement, Daniel takes his kids on an afternoon out, as himself.

...Look. That’s Mrs. Doubtfire, yaddayaddayadda LOOK. I don’t dislike this movie. In fact, here: have this mini-Review:

Cast and Acting - 9/10: Good, although Brosnan was a little stiff.

Plot and Writing - 5/10: It’s an idiot plot, what can I say? It’s actually based off of a book, which was a surprise to me, but it was adapted by Randi Mayem Singer and Leslie Dixon, and...eh. Still an idiot plot.

Directing and Cinematography - 8/10: It’s Chris Columbus, you get what you get. Definitely has that Home Alone flair to it.

Production and Art Design - 8/10: I mean, yeah, the Doubtfire disguise was good most of the time, but...I dunno, I could still tell it was Robin. But, still, it was good. Took 4 hours of makeup, fun fact.

Music and Editing - 8/10: Music by Howard Shore (ooh, Howard Shore!) was pretty nice, especially the ending theme. Editing by Raja Gosnell was...RAJA GOSNELL???

OH GOD. Yeah, OK, I see what happened here. Also, I didn’t know he was an editor! I just know him as the director of the Scooby-Doo films, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, The Smurfs films, Big Momma’s...

...OK, no, I am not doing Big Momma’s House OR the Madea movies. THE TROPE-BUCK STOPS HERE! I am moving on to something else! But, of course, I have to sum this up in a Review. See you there!

#mrs. doubtfire #mrs doubtfire #chris columbus #robin williams #sally field #pierce brosnan #harvey fierstein #robert prosky #mara wilson #comedy april #user365 #365days365movies #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #moviegifs

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Harness & Spears

Interlude: Collision Course

Chapter warnings: brotherly angst, brothers fighting

Read under the cut or on AO3

When Sam enters the kitchen, he knows Cas and Dean are there, too. He heard them having an argument about what happened in the spa room, like it’s their business what Sam and Jack do. He feels the need to tell them it’s not. Plus, he’s angry. No, furious.

Cas and Dean turn around, like they’ve been caught, and that’s exactly what’s happened. Cas gives Sam a tired smile, but Dean tenses and folds his arms across his chest. Biceps twitching, lips pressed together.

“You done with the kid?” he asks.

It’s already an open attack and Sam would love to shove Dean against the next wall, but that won’t help. It will just fuel Dean’s self righteous bullshit.

“Jack is no kid. Why were you creeping around the swimming pool? Our clothes were there, music was turned on, and I know you can hear it in the hall, too. You knew we would be in there. Why did you have to scare him like that?” Sam starts.

Dean’s eyes narrow.

“He is, how old again?” he turns to Cas, “Cas? How old is Jack? Six?”

Cas looks very uncomfortable now, he obviously doesn’t want to be involved in the brothers’ fight, which is understandable. He gets up and looks at Sam, apologizing silently.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean asks, voice a lot louder now.

“Hey, leave him alone. He has nothing to do with your petty behaviour!”

“I’ll be in the library,” Cas mumbles and then squeezes Sam’s arm on the way out.

Poor Castiel. Dean has been giving everyone a hard time since Jack and Sam started to bond romantically and no one really deserves it. Sam wants to understand why, because there’s just no satisfying explanation for Dean being like this. He’s mean to Jack, he’s even responsible for some of the danger Jack’d gotten himself in - okay, given, Jack used to behave very much like a rebellious teen, but he’s changed fundamentally there.

“He is a fucking kid, Sam!”Dean yells now. But Sam won’t back down.

“He’s the former God! He’s been the most powerful being on Earth for two years, he’s created whole new universes! And by the way, he brought back your precious angel boyfriend who happens to be millennia old. Don’t you think that we shouldn’t apply our human concept of age to beings that could smite us with a snap of their fingers?!”

The air between them would have crackled if glares were electricity. Sam is loud now, and he knows his yelling can be heard all over the bunker. But he doesn’t give a single fuck about it, Dean is antagonising him and he knows it. He likes to act like he has the moral high ground here, which is funny considering he’d called Sam a prude, and more, when Sam was unable to admit his feelings for Jack. Dean was the one to go after him because of Jack’s feelings. Dean knew Jack was into Sam way earlier than Sam. And he knew that Sam was into Jack. He made Jack install that app to meet up with shady gay guys from the internet. Why is he so spiteful now?

“That has nothing to do with what you do. He almost got himself molested and killed, that was barely five weeks ago! Don’t you think it’s gross to lust after a kid who looks up to you? Who adores you? And who sees you as a father?”

“That’s idiotic and you know it. I looked up to you when I was a child and-”

Sam stops. He had thought about Jack exactly the same way just a couple days before Gilead happened.

“You looked up to me, I would’ve never touched you!”

Dean bites his lip and it would be just a matter of time until they’re bloody.

“Stop comparing mine and Jack’s relationship to our relationship. The comparison has some fatal errors and you know it.”Dean’s fists clench and unclench and the look he gives Sam is downright hateful. But for what? “What is your fucking problem, Dean? It’s not that Jack is young in ‘earth years.’ Tell me.”

“Shut up, Sammy. Just shut up or God help me-”

The use of the nickname stings Sam. He knows Dean will spit his venom all over the place and keep ruining any private time Sam might have with Jack, Sam can feel it in his guts. He’s like that. He won’t stop. And Sam can’t let that happen. Jack is fragile in his youthful longing and raging hormones. The unfolding love between them –it’s precious to Sam, because he hasn’t felt like that in years. Free of Chuck’s plans, free of hunting, free of the constant threat to their lives. And he’d certainly loved no one more honestly than Jack in years. Maybe Jess. And of course he loves Dean, no matter what. But the love for Jack and the love for Dean are two wildly different things.

“God help you – what? You gonna hurt him? Hurt me? I’d like to see you try. But I think it’s better Jack and I take off for a while, do some hunts on our own. At least the maids will pay attention to a notice on a door that says ‘do not disturb’.”

Dean grows bright red in the face and his mug, filled with coffee, flies across the room and smashes on the wall. His chest is heaving and… are his eyes just glassy or is he crying? What on earth is wrong with him?

“Yeah, go, Sam. That’s what you can do best. Run away when things get uncomfortable for you!” Dean hisses.

Sam looks at him, disappointed and shocked about how nasty Dean can get. He thought Dean really meant it when he apologized to Jack earlier and seemed to be supportive, in his own quirky way.

“I’m not dealing with this,” he says and turns around.

Something clatters behind him but Sam doesn’t look back, even when Dean yells, “Yeah, I guessed that much! You’re a coward, Sam!”

Sam knows he’s not, he’s just too old for getting shit from his big brother, especially when he tries to play the morals card. Dean has no right to talk like this. It will be better if Sam takes Jack and just travels somewhere for a case.

When he passes the library, he sees Cas, who’s deep in a spell book, but he looks like he’s daydreaming and it’s not a good dream. Why does he put up with Dean’s bullshit, really? This can’t be healthy.

Back in his room, Sam shuts the door with a thud and a loud sigh. He’s tired, he’s exhausted. Jack is lying in his bed, wrapped in a fluffy purple blanket. He looks like the saddest burrito in the world. When he hears Sam approach, he turns around and looks at him with big, blue teary eyes, there’s not much else visible except his eyes and some blonde strands of hair.

“Hey, baby,” Sam says lovingly, and undresses. Gets into bed to Jack and hugs the whole angelic wrap. Jack sniffles and leans in, his nose is close and tickles Sam’s cheek.

“Are you okay?”

Jack nods. “Yeah, ‘m okay,” he whispers. “I missed you. Did you bring something to eat by any chance?”

Sam shakes his head.

“No, I’m sorry. But we can go get you something.”

“I heard you and Dean fight.”

Jack looks up and he unwraps a little, strokes along Sam’s chest. It feels so good to be with Jack, he feels loved. Wanted. And it feels right. No matter how young Jack is. Sam needed to make sure that it was the right thing, because he felt that Jack might just have a harmless crush, Sam might be a puppy love. Then he had Aurora. Gilead happened. This topic still isn’t over, Jack doesn’t talk much, but he must’ve been scared to death in there. Since he came back, accompanied by Cas, a year ago, he didn’t use his angel powers anymore, because he wanted to live as human as possible, but still be able to defend his family. It hurts that Dean seems to be still against him, after all that Jack has done for them.

“Yeah, we had a fight. I don’t know what’s gotten into Dean, lately… I told him I would take you on a hunt. Would you like that?” Sam asks and then gently kisses Jack’s forehead.

Jack trembles.

“Yes, I would love to do that. Just us?”

“Just us,” Sam confirms.

“We would be all on our own,” now, Jack sounds dreamy. “Another massage… maybe?”

Sam laughs softly. “Yes, another massage. And no one to disturb us.”

Jack peels out of the blanket more and more. He’s naked underneath, his body hot and his skin soft and he smells still of the massage oils. Sam can’t look away, Jack’s pale body is just beautiful, and how Jack isn’t hiding any of his arousal and excitement… Sam never had a more honest lover. The raw pining is not just flattering – it’s blatantly arousing.

“When do we start?” Jack asks.

“I’ll research a case, maybe more than one, and we’ll take some time off.”

“Should I pack my bags?”

Sam holds Jack close, breathes in deeply and kisses along Jack’s shoulder, down his biceps. Jack shivers. Again.

“Tomorrow…”

What Sam needs right now, is Jack’s love and attention. And he needs to forget the tight knot in his guts that’s twisting and turning and making Sam feel sick to the core. Fighting with Dean is nothing he can just shrug off.

“Okay, tomorrow,” Jack replies quietly before rolling Sam on his back and crawling on his upper thighs.

When Jack’s trembling lips kiss down Sam’s chest and his hands start to explore, Sam sighs deeply and lets go of the thoughts that are on his mind.

“Good boy,” he praises and Jack moans.

Unfiltered responses. Damn. Sam is already addicted.

When he’s with Jack, so Sam believes, he can’t be broken.

#winkline #sin is sinning #rating: teen

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spnreactions · 3 years

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15x18: Despair

Ahhhhh.

Alright guys. I’m so pumped, but also so scared, because I couldn’t watch it live, and my mom and I are about to watch it on the app, but all of my friends sent me spoiler free reactions and I’m kind of freaking out now that I know how much they were dying.

BUT ANYWAYS.

Let’s do this.

WAIT WAIT WAIT!

That...that parallel...IS CAS GONNA FINALLY TELL THEM ABOUT HIS DEAL??!!

MY POOR BABY AHHHH!!!!

HE BETTER BE OKAY!!!!

ARE THEY GONNA SHOW THE SPEECH??!!

Oh boo. They didn’t show the speech.

STOOOOOP!

JUST RESOLVE IT ALREADY!!

“Now.”

Cas omg that’s not gonna help. I love you and I know you’re panicking, but no. That’s like when I’m having an anxiety attack and people are like “just calm down”. But anyways.

Dean is panicking again OMG!! It’s nice to see him openly caring about his son again! <3 <3 <3

I’m still a little upset with him, but that’s a good start.

Jack noooo baby! We’re not doing that!

Awww baby. :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

“Don’t let me hurt you.” I’M ALREADY ABOUT TO CRY OH MY GOD! :’( :’(

“We’re not giving up on you.” THERE’S THE DEAN I KNOW AND LOVE!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

BILLIE GO AWAY!!!

Okay actually save Jack.

But also SHUT UP!

Yeah? And?

HEY! NOT NICE!!

It was SAVED because of them! Shut up!

Cas is so desperate omg. :’( :’( :’( :’(

UMMMMMMM

WHERE DID HE GO??!!

They’re all so worried ahhhh.

IS THAT THE EMPTY??!!

Noooooo no no no no.

That’s bad.

No likey.

..........

...........!!!!

NO!!!

NO NO NO!!!

PLEASE TELL ME THAT WASN’T REAL!!!

PLEASE TELL ME THEY’RE GONNA FIX THAT!!

I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT SO SOON NO!!!

Their faces. :’( :’( :’(

...maybe? That’s a good thing, right? RIGHT?!

God, I hate her so much, but da** Lisa Berry is good at playing the villain.

Really? WONDER WHY!!

Haha me too Dean.

...they keep saying “not without being summoned” in regards to the Empty and it’s making me nervous.

...oh.

Frick.

Just give it back if it means getting Jack back.

TELL HER OFF SAM!!

Ugh. Her sass is so good and I hate it but I love it.

BILLIE SCREW YOU!!!

LEAVE THEM ALONE!! JUST LET OUR FAMILY BE HAPPY!!!

OH THANK GOD HE’S ALIVE!!

I WAS HOPING!!

And I kind of figured, but a part of me was nervous, okay?

BABY! <3 <3 <3

...oh no.

Big uh-oh.

BABY RUN!!!

I DON’T KNOW WHERE, BUT RUN!!!

RUN!!!

RUN RUN RUN!!!

HURRY UP BOYS!!!

JACK IS IN DANGER HURRY THE FRICK UP!!!

HA!!!

YAAAAS SAM!!!

We be petty in this house.

...okay AND??!!

YAAAASSSS DEAN!!! I LOVE MY PROTECTIVE DAD DEAN AGAIN YAAAAAY!!!!

NO NO NO NO NOOOO! LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!!!

STOP IT!!!

BILLIE HURRY UP!!!

“Interesting”??? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!!

OH THANK GOD!

...that was close.

Ummm...no.

We’re not doing that.

YAAAAASSSSSSS DEAN!!!!

THAT’S MY BABY!!!!

THAT’S THE DEAN I KNOW AND LOVE!!! I’VE MISSED YOU!!!

YOU ARE OFFICIALLY FORGIVEN DEAN WINCHESTER!!!

YOU ARE BACK TO SECOND FAVORITE FOR THAT MOVE RIGHT THERE!!!

FREAKING YES!!!

I LOVE THIS FAMILY!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Awww...Jack. :’(

Cas running right over to him.

Most of Cas’s lines so far have been “Jack” oof. XD :’( <3 <3 <3

Okay so...this is...kind of a good thing, right? Like, obviously, Billie is still an issue, and obviously, Chuck is still an issue, but the FAMILY is TOGETHER again!! This is GOOD!! Why are my friends so upset about this episode?? What could possibly happen? (Anything. Anything could happen. Why would I even ask that?)

Wow. That’s an awesome camera shot. <3

The smoothness of that omg I love them.

YES DEAN!!!

I FORGIVE YOU!! SAM FORGIVES YOU!!! <3 <3 <3

ALL BETTER!!! I FORGIVE EVERYONE!! THIS IS GOOD!! <3 <3 <3

(I mean, he still kind of owes Jack an apology, but, like, based on his character, everything he just did for Jack was his biggest way of saying sorry. <3 <3)

HE SNAPPED OUT OF IT BECAUSE OF YOU SAM!

Also it’s true.

OMG EVEN BETTER CAMERA SHOT NOW THAT THEY’RE BOTH IN IT!! <3 <3 <3 <3

It’s okay! Because YOU GUYS are the heavy hitters!

“To somehow.” <3 <3 <3 <3

THAT SHOT! I CAN’T GET OVER IT!! <3 <3 <3

...hoh boy.

Billie is MAAAD.

...no likey.

AHHHH.

HAVE I MENTIONED LISA BERRY IS REALLY GOOD AT PLAYING THE VILLAIN??!!

CAUSE SHE’S REALLY GOOD AT PLAYING THE VILLAIN!!

OMG MY GIIIIIRL!!! <3 <3 <3

AWWW!! SHE FOUND A GIRLFRIEND!!!

THIS IS SO CUTE OMG!!!

I know it’s AU!Charlie, but STILL!! <3 <3 <3

“Like a date.” A date only hunters could do lol.

I love it. <3 <3

They’re the cutest omg. <3 <3

“Rubbery trash eggs.” I LOVE HER!! XD XD <3 <3

...what the...

...did she just...vanish??

....????

NOOO POOR CHARLIE!! She finally had another relationship! GOD DA**IT!!

...poor Charlie. :’( :’( :’(

I remember Stevie from the second episode of this season. I didn’t remember her name though.

Awww...Charlie.

...they don’t seem that surprised. Uh-oh...

...poor Charlie. :’( :’( :’( :’(

SHE DESERVES A GOOD LIFE GOSH DARNAT!!

Awww... <3 <3

MY BABY LOOKS SO SAD!!!

OMG THAT BANTER WAS ADORABLE!! XD XD <3 <3 <3

PROMO PIC!! THESE ADORABLE LITTLE BOIS!! <3 <3 <3

Awww...baby. :’( :’( :’(

Baby it’s okay. We’d rather have you here, we promise.

He’s choking up oh my goodness Alex how dare you be such a good actor.

BABY YOU’RE HERE FOR US!! YOU’RE HERE FOR YOUR FAMILY!! <3 <3

YAAAASSS CAS!!!

“We care about you because you’re you.” OH MY GOD I’M GONNA CRY THAT’S SUCH A GOOD LINE!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Jack that should’ve made you smile so much more than it did please stop beating yourself up you deserve happiness and love and they’re giving it to you because they love you gosh darnat. :’( <3

...awww...

YOU CAN BE THERE!! THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS!!

AWWW!!! :’( :’( :’(

“Me too.” AND THEN WITH THE HAND ON THE SHOULDER AHHH!!! <3 <3 <3

They need to hug.

Hug please.

Dangat.

That’s okay. I’ll still take that. Good scene.

HA!

Well, okay, Sam. Don’t sugarcoat it.

Okay but, like, gotta be honest...I don’t think it’s Billie. Cause...these people are vanishing just like Becky did...like Chuck made her.

Charlie... :’( :’( :’( :’(

Charlie no! It’s not like that.

:’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

...no likey.

NO NO NO NO NOOOO!!!

She has to be fine.

GO GO GO!!!

My ending has Sam ending up with Eileen at the end. She better not be dead.

Oh thank goodness. That’s a text thread. Good.

But, like...if people are vanishing, what do they do? How do they protect her?

....it’s gonna stop isn’t it.

FRICK!!

NO NO NO NO NO!!!

NO!!!

DA**IT!!!

IS THIS GONNA KEEP HAPPENING??!!

IS THIS WHAT MY FRIENDS WERE TALKING ABOUT??!!

THE WAY DEAN JUST REVS IT AND SPEEDS UP OMG. <3 <3 <3 <3

Please Eileen...please let it be a fluke.

...she’s not standing there.

It’s not a fluke. :’( :’( :’( :’(

HER BACKGROUND IS SAM OH MY GOD!!

THEY WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!! :’( :’( <3 <3 <3 <3

GOD DA**IT SUPERNATURAL!! :’( :’( :’( :’(

...poor Sam. :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

Dean’s little supportive “Sammy” oh my god.

Oh my god Sam. :’( :’( :’( :’(

I’m crying already ahhh. :’( :’( :’(

Sam you’re so strong omg you poor thing. :’( :’( :’(

HE DESERVES A GOOD LIFE TOO GOSH DARNAT!!

WAIT NO!! DON’T SPLIT THE PARTY!! BAD THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN WHEN YOU SPLIT THE PARTY!!!

Okay that’s awesome though.

But also don’t split the party.

Well frick.

OOH!! DOES THIS MEAN WE’RE GONNA GET SOME GOOD OLD DEAN AND CAS CONTENT? CAUSE THAT’S BEEN LACKING RECENTLY!

Oh frick. Something is SOO gonna go wrong, with a hug like that.

But also DEAN GIVING HIS BRO A SUPPORTIVE HUG OMG I LOVE IT!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

And Sam just leaning into it because he totally needs it but he’s trying not to break down but also that’s such a beautiful, subtle thing and I love it. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

That little look and nod just made a tear slip down my cheek (as if I wasn’t already blurry-eyed and crying).

“Let’s go reap a reaper.” PROMO LINE!! <3 <3 <3 <3

DONNA!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Sam being a protective dad and being distracted by checking in on his son I love it. <3 <3

I love my three protective dads in this it’s adorable.

DUDE!!!

JACK DRIVE BABY!!!

OMG SAM I LOVE YOU FOR DOING THAT!!!

HE’S DOING WHAT HE KNOWS WILL DISTRACT HIM AND CHEER HIM UP BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HE DID WITH DEAN AND GIVES HIM SOMETHING TO DO OMG IT’S SO CUTE I LOVE IT!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Whoa. That music change. That was intense.

NICE SHOT OF DEAN!! <3 <3 <3 <3

GO DEAN AND CAS GO!

“Hiya kid.” “Hey.” So soft omg. <3 <3 <3 <3

Awww baby...

THAT HUG!!!

IT WAS IN THE PROMO!!!

AWWW DONNA!!! :’( :’( :’( <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

THEY BETTER BE OKAY!!!

I’M GONNA BE REALLY MAD IF THEY’RE NOT OKAY!!!

“Anything you need.” I freaking love Donna. She’s such an under-appreciated character. <3 <3

MY GIRL! <3 <3

YAAAASSS CHARLIE!! <3 <3 <3

Poor thing...

But also I love you and I’m proud of you.

God all of my favorite characters are suffering and losing so much I hate it. :’( :’( :’( :’(

JUST LIKE BACK IN S14!!!

Ha! Bobby omg. XD XD

No.

It probably won’t given our luck.

Awww Sam.... :’(

...there are kids in there.

...which definitely means it isn’t gonna work.

But I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself get crushed anyways.

Awww Donna....

Awww Jack..... :’(

UMMMMMM

....what??

What just happened??

That is so not cool.

That is completely against everything Jack is what?

No.

Not okay.

Don’t tell me he destroys anything he touches now.

I don’t know how that would’ve happened.

But no.

....uh oh.

That’s too easy.

Run boys.

OH MY GOD DID SHE JUST--

OH MY GOD SHE JUST--

“Hello boys.” HOLY FRICK I’M WHEEZING HOW DARE SHE MAKE ME LAUGH!! XD XD

HA!

GET HER DEAN!

But also run because this is too easy.

EEEEEE!! I DIG A BADA** DEAN!!!

God she’s such a good villain, but also screw you Billie!!

PROMO SCENE!!!

DEAN HURRY!!!!

YES!!!!

GO DEAN!!!!

GET HER!!!

IT’S CHUCK!!!

I FREAKING KNEW IT!!!

...dangat.

We can’t do anything about that....

PROMO SCENE!!

SYMBOLS ARE GONNA LIGHT UP!

YEP! I WAS RIGHT!

I over-analyze those promos way too much lol.

Wait...for what?

It has to be!

NOOOO. No likey.

FRICK!

DANGAT!

I KNEW IT!

NO NO NOOOO!!!

OH MY GOD NO!

THIS WAS IN THE PROMO!

CHARLIE NOOOOO!!!! :’( :’( :’(

BOBBY. NO!!!!

WE’RE LOSING EVERYBODY NOOO!!!

Oh no.

No no no no no.

Not Donna.

Don’t you dare.

Tell me it’s not true.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

HA!

WELL TAKE THAT BILLIE!!

ATTABOY DEAN!!!

Wait nooooooo.

That’s bad!

Nope nope nope.

Run you two.

OMG that little moment.

Cas stepped protectively in front of Dean, and then Dean immediately pulled him back and out of harms way. <3 <3 <3

PROMO!

BILLIE IS SCARY AHHH!!

RUN YOU GUYS!!!

Good call.

But also how do you run from a cosmic entity??

Oh my god...

Jack’s face...

Sam’s face...

:’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

DOES THIS MEAN JODY AND THE GIRLS ARE GONE TOO??!!

OH GOD I DON’T WANNA THINK ABOUT THAT.

Dean talking to himself. <3

HEY!!!

STOP THAT!!!

PROTECTIVE CAS! <3 <3 <3 <3

BILLIE GO AWAY!!! NO ONE LIKES YOU!!

SCREW YOU BILLIE!!!

YEAH IT DOES, AND IT BETTER F**ING STAY THAT WAY!!!

HA!

YES CAS! WAY TO GET HIM OUT OF THERE! <3 <3 <3

“I’ve got you.” <3 <3 <3 <3

PROMO!

No.

It’s never time.

Shut up Billie.

NO!

LEAVE THEM ALONE!

YES CAS!!

SO PROTECTIVE I LOVE IT!! <3 <3 <3 <3

YES CAS!!! WAY TO GO YOU AMAZING ANGEL YOU!!!

...uh oh.

PROMO!

....no likey.

Come on you two...you can do this.

YES CAS! <3

Dean...don’t do that to yourself. :’( :’( :’( :’(

Not now baby. We need you. You need to be strong. You can do this.

Awww Dean. :’( :’( :’( :’(

I feel a big emotional scene coming.

PROMO OMG NOOO!

Dean honey. :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

Dean. :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

Cas’s look...

Dean’s so sad. :’( :’( :’(

CAS HAS AN IDEA!!!

The Empty??

Oh wait...

Is he...

HE’S GONNA TELL HIM!!

WAIT!!

WAIT HOLD ON A SECOND!!

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING CAS??!!

Dean’s face...

..........!!!!!

WAIT A MINUTE!!

WAIT!

MINUTE!!

IS THIS DESTIEL??!!

IS! THIS?! DESTIEL?!

OH MY GOD I’M GONNA CRY!! THE WAY HIS VOICE IS CRACKING!!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I’M CRYING!!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

MISHA’S ACTING RIGHT NOW OMG!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

OH MY GOD CAS OH MY GOD MISHA OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!

“You raise your little brother for love.” :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

OH MY GOD CAS!!! :’( :’( :’( <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

....my reactions might wind up getting slim because I’m really starting to cry.... :’( :’( :’( :’(

“Because of you.” :’( :’( :’( <3 <3 <3 <3

“You changed me, Dean.” <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

WAIT NOOO!!! CAS NOOOO!!! DON’T DO IT!! :’( :’( :’( :’(

HOLY FRICK!!!

HOLY FRICK HOLY FRICK HOLY FRICK!!!

GUYS!!!!

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!

DESTIEL JUST BECAME CANON!!!

“I love you.” <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“The one thing I want, it’s something I can’t have.” <3 <3 <3

THAT IS DESTIEL PEOPLE!!

IT IS CANON!!!

TWELVE YEARS!!!

AND DESTIEL IS CANON!!!!

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!!

WAIT NO NO NO I TAKE THAT BACK I DON’T LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING!!!

“Don’t do this, Cas.” :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

OH MY GOD NOOOOO!!!!

THE HANDPRINT!!!! :’( :’( :’( :’(

WTF!!!

OH MY GOD!!!!

....

I can’t...

I can’t type...

I’m hyperventilating.

There are tears just streaming.

WTF??!!

DID THEY SERIOUSLY JUST INFINITY WAR THIS SH**??!!

ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME??!!

YOU HIT ME WITH CAS??!!

AND THEN THIS??!!

I can’t type...

.....

HOLY.

FRICK.

Just so we’re clear.

I am writing this review portion.

A good two hours after watching that episode.

And I’m still crying.

Even thinking about everything that just happened.

What.

The.

F**k.

WTF WAS THAT??!!

DID THEY JUST--

DID THEY ACTUALLY--

*SCREAMS*

Okay, let me try this again, and I’m gonna try extra hard not to burst into tears this time.

That.

Was.

Epic.

Oh my god.

Between all of the s**t that’s going down in the world (and yes, I saw all the memes), THIS was the LAST thing I was expecting.

DESTIEL.

IS.

CANON.

CAS.

IS.

DEAD.

GUYS!!!

SERIOUSLY HELP!!!

I...I can’t even process.

Destiel is canon.

Supernatural is Avengers: Infinity War.

Jack destroys anything he touches.

And meanwhile, Nevada is still counting votes, and Putin stepped down.

Man. This is a day.

Everything hurts.

And I’m still crying.

Okay.

Despite all of the emotional trauma that this has caused, I’m going to try really hard to analyze this episode like I usually do.

Let me just start with: wow.

The cinematography in this was incredible, and Richard Speight’s acting was genius. Everything about this episode--visuals, music, set, everything--was just so brilliantly done and flowed so beautifully together. The scene changes, the transitions, the build-up of tension--it was beautiful.

They hit those emotions right from the start, in big ways and subtle ways. Between putting beloved characters in danger, to killing some of them off entirely, to little hugs and smiles and words spoken, I was just as shaky and teary-eyed as I was last week.

And all of it--all of it--culminated into one of the most beautiful scenes that this show has ever created. The amount of raw emotion that was in that Destiel scene was beautiful. The facial expressions of Cas and Dean were so clearly conveying how they felt--how deep Cas’s love truly was, and how scared and confused Dean was. The script. Those lines. The delivery. All of it put meticulously together, piece by piece, in a terrifying, emotional, tension-filled sequence that made something happen that the show has needed for years.

We finally got Destiel.

And then to have it ripped away, just like that, because Cas was finally happy. Cas was finally happy because he told Dean how he felt, and because he could go out doing the one thing he’d always wanted to do--love him so much that he had to save him.

Holy.

Freaking.

Cow.

Look.

I was not a Destiel shipper from Day 1, okay? I wasn’t. I always saw their relationship as a brotherhood, and a friendship, and a special bond.

But as the years went on, and I continued re-watching old episodes and comparing them to new ones, I started to see the Destiel relationship for what it was.

And let me tell you right now: this scene? This was the final icing on the cake.

If you didn’t already see the Destiel, then this...this should’ve done it.

Because wow.

And while we’re talking about “wow”...

Misha Collins.

Misha.

F***ing.

Collins.

Holy god almighty.

That was an INCREDIBLE acting moment.

That was an Oscar-winning, Emmy-winning, stardom performance from a true legend.

The way he conveyed all of that raw emotion, and the way the tears fell as he just let it all out. Every pronunciation fo every word was so deliberate and done in just the right way.

And to end it all with the most satisfied, happiest look as his character gave his life for the man he loved.

As he pushed his lover away and left a bloody handprint behind.

Misha F***ing Collins is a F***ing Rockstar.

Holy sh**.

That could not have a been a better ending for Castiel.

All of the parallels, and all of the callbacks, and everything that has happened between Cas and Dean came to a head in that very moment.

And as much as I cried, and as much as I will still be crying for a long, long time...

It was beautiful.

Then, after all of that, to just top it all off with everyone disappearing, Infinity War style, and to end on that scene of Dean crying, head in his hands, on the floor, weeping, his only remnant of his lost love staining his shoulder.

And Sam and Jack, just staring into the nothingness that is the rest of the world before staring at each other, lost, and confused, worried that the rest of their family is dead and gone and they’re the only ones left.

I have no words.

I cannot describe how incredibly horrifying, and hurtful, and emotional, and beautiful that entire episode was.

From start to finish, it was a true masterpiece. And I cannot say that enough.

With two episodes left, I have no idea where this is going to take us next.

I don’t know if Cas is going to come back.

I have a feeling he isn’t. Not with an ending like that. At least, not in a way we might expect.

But I do think we’ll get a resolution to the Destiel moment. I think Dean will have a moment where he wishes he could’ve had the courage to say it back, or a moment where all we see is him grieving, just as Sam grieves Eileen.

And I wonder if, when all is said and done, Cas will come back in some other way--in heaven, or in dreams, or in some form. Because that would be a good way to do it, in my opinion.

But beyond that, I don’t know what’s next for Sam and Dean and Jack.

I have a feeling that, like Infinity War (I’m sorry, but that’s totally what it reminded me of), not everyone will stay dead. My hope is that they’ll be brought back somehow. After all, that’s what our boys are all about, right?

But honestly, I don’t know anymore.

Any theories I had about the deaths of future characters or the survival of others was thrown out the window by Cas’s death in this episode, and honestly, I’m going to be crying about that for the foreseeable future. I’ll never get over it, but at the same time, I won’t even not love it, because it was perfect, and with it came Destiel.

That’s honestly all I can say. The tears are still falling, and my heart is still aching, but god da**it, that was a good episode.

My Rating: 25/10 (These numbers are just going to keep getting higher and higher, aren’t they? I probably should’ve started lower...)

P.S. I honest to god am still trying to process all this, so I’ll react to the promo tomorrow night. <3

#spn #spn spoilers #spn season 15 #season 15 #15x18 #spn 15x18 #spn 15 #destiel #destiel is canon #guys i'm still in shock #what the actual heck #this is crazy #wow #just wow #my reactions #my review #spn reactions

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Dispatcher refuses to send van in for maintenance. Gets forced to change my tire while I enjoy dinner on company time.

Hey all. So this is my first story on here that is squarely just a revenge. I honestly think it's a bit more pro than petty, but not really critical enough to go full nuclear, so here I am!

This story is one of how a lowly delivery driver got to royally irk a dispatcher, waste his time, get 4 hours of overtime, meal paid for, and a free beer. TL;DR below for your pleasure.

So I was a driver for a little company that rhymes with Slamazon. I had been there for several months by this point, and had developed a reputation of being very anal about vehicle maintenance. We aren't talking like washing them or whatnot, but cleaning out urine bottles, fixing broken wiper blades, installing lights to replace the burnt out ones, or other stuff that would indicate you actually remotely care for your driver's wellbeing. (Seriously guys, I had a van once with no working lights of any kind, and the passenger side door fell off its hinges right in front of my dispatchers, and they still sent me out). Needless to say, some trips were better than others, but this particular time, well, it was a doozy.

You see, friends, I was considered a problem driver by some for being obsessed with vehicles being kept road legal. I had not caused any issues other than this. We had dispatchers that were promoted up after a month, and after hitting mailboxes, cars, and other kinds of insanity, but I was always skipped over. This naturally irked me to no end, and I was looking for better within 6 months of starting. (I was there for nearly 2 years)

Naturally, all my requests for the essential equipment and urine bottle removal was denied, so I'd buy bulbs for my van, and pull them out after my route was done so I could put them into the next one the next day, and I chucked piss bottles out on the record. Kinda gross, but better than smelling it in the hot Georgia sun in the middle of summer in a van with sometimes working AC. This nonsense continued for the entirety of my time there, of course. This event however was the first of many times I decided to get back at the dispatchers for messing with my routes, and giving me the worst vans, and so on.

You see, this van had the lights that were bad. Broken AC. Shook like mad. Squeaked. Smelled like piss, and musty taco farts. Door didn't properly lock so anybody could have stole packages from it, and not much could be done. And to top this all off, 4 bad tires. Like, metal bands exposed, and one bulging out in it's death throws. The whole day, I babied this van as best I could. Putting air in the tire a few times, and just barely finished my route with some daylight to spare. So, 10 hours on the road down, and an hour and a half back to the distribution center. I get underway, and get about half way before I felt the tell tail shake of a tire going out.

"Well shit, here we go." I say to myself, and scan my surroundings. I am on the interstate, and not very far from an off ramp. So with what little tire I have left. I limp off the ramp, and to a parking lot which is right next to an Applebees (perfect luck, all things considered). I call dispatch, and give my exact location, and tell them what happened. The conversation goes as thus.

Me-Chucketbucket007, hello, again guys! Dipfuck- Dipshit dispatcher

That's it.

Me- Hey, I got a flat over here at (my location) Dipfuck- What? How? Me- Because you sent me out in a van that needed tires? Dipfuck- Fine, whatever, everyone has gone home, so you are gonna have to wait till I get there. Me- Sure. That's fine. I'll stay clocked in, then. Dipfuck- Uh-huh. You finished your route, so I don't see why you would be on the clock. Me- Because I am still in command of this vehicle, I have the keys, and if you want me to give it back, you are going to keep me on the clock.

I had called the company HR, and explained everything before I called dispatcher, and they ensured me that my time would be recorded.

Dipfuck- ...FINE, I have things to do tonight, so we gotta hurry up.

Perfect. Time to screw with this guy.

After giving him extremely vague directions while I enjoy a steak meal, and a large beer (on the clock, and no fucks given anymore) he finally finds it. I go out there, and see that he has brought the smallest, saddest, most not suitable for the task jack in the center.

Me- Well get to it, you made me leave with this van, and you can change the tire.

Dipfuck- NUH-UH, YOU WERE DRIVING IT, AND..

I interject.

Me- Drivers are not allowed, but company policy to perform repairs to the van. (He had yelled at me previously for doing this with the bulbs) only dispatch, management, maintenance, and the repair shop can repair the van.

So I walk away to finish my meal, while he tries to fix this flat with a jack barely able to lift the front of the vehicle, and needed bricks, and other items to even go high enough. In total, I wasted 4 hours of his time, cost him time to smoke up, and he missed the game that he apparently had money on. I got my meal effectively for free with the hefty overtime I got that week.

And as an extra smackdown, corporate came in, and fired the manager, assistant manager, and this particular dispatcher for failure to maintain the vehicles to DOT standards, and for mismanaging the DSP (delivery service provider) after my lovely chat with HR during the incident. I showed them the text messages, and some of the recorded audio I had taken of dispatcher being a general douchecanoe.

A week later, and we had a temp management comprised of corporate operations that would oversee the vans getting replaced with less shitty ones, training new management, and of course, giving training on what to do if you have a vehicle fail like that, and granting drivers some maintenance permissions.

TL;DR make drivers drive a van that is unfit for service, get nuked by a pissed off driver with little to lose.

(source) story by (/u/Chucketbucket007)

#prorevenge #by /u/Chucketbucket007 #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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baby--spinach · 3 years

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This may be the first time that the writers' skewed morality and perspective genuinely damaged Dean as a character the same way it's damaged Sam and Cas. The other times they tried to frame him as the bullying brute and unreasonable rage monster, he was literally just acting like a normal human person (because the writers think that bland woobies Sam, Cas and Jack are the actual ideal of behavior 🙄) and Dean fans could argue as much.

But here, framing the only one actively trying to save the universe as a selfish monster by giving him this ridiculously small-minded motivation (when saving the universe as motivation is far more in-character and actually MAKES SENSE)... yeah, it's finally happened. I don't think the writers grasp how truly awful it is to sacrifice someone else for your own gain and how terrible it makes a character look. It's the same damage they did to Cas in 14.20, who completely absolved Nougat Boy and blamed everyone but him. It's the same thing they did to Sam in this very episode, whose whining about Billie killing Chuck/Amara and putting the world back in order because his girlfriend and a handful of others would be dead, like they're supposed to be, makes him seem like the most selfish asshole ever.

Dean, the last holdout in a room full of woobie cinnamon rolls who actually came across as psychopaths, has finally been taken in by the writers' fucked-up principles. He's never truly compromised his morals before, definitely not to Sam and Cas' extent, but Dabb just needed to get one petty little dig in. I can almost see him rubbing his hands together in glee for finally getting to drag Dean down with the rest of them. Such potent spite for the undisputed face of the show.

#text #mine #i'm just so sad

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katsidhe · 3 years

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Fic: vladimir and estragon are dead [15.19 coda]

AO3

Summary: what plea, what surrender, will a bored God possibly accept at this late hour?

The world is empty.

They drive across a landscape that is only a little more desolate than it always has been. This is their end and their beginning, this is where their roads always lead: to highways with no cars for miles, empty backwaters and ghost towns. This time it’s only slightly more literal. The fulcrum of the universe shifts and tilts with them; the center of mass of the earth moves devastatingly, tenderly.

Sam waits for the gutting claustrophobia to kick in, and finds that he can’t make the feeling truly latch on. Maybe it’s because it’s always been here, curled up in his heart like a parasite. It’s not that Sam isn’t used to the idea of a prison larger than a planet, creation as a dark and empty pit, company laughably limited. He finds his mind instead attempting to flit over more practical concerns. When will the electrical grid fail? How many fires have already started, set by unattended stoves, how many cities are burning? How long until every light winks out, until darkness and silence returns to swallow the trappings of civilization?

Cas is dead, and he has died so many times, they’re all dead, they’ve all died so many times, but the pain still squeezes his heart, catches him under the collarbone like a knife. It hurts moving, breathing. But the losses Sam carries mean nothing compared to the weight of what he has personally managed to erase. His stubborn spite, his fetid desire to carve out a life for himself and his tiny family, his rebelliousness managed to get the fucking multiverse killed. Sam has never been to Asia, but now four billion people who lived there are gone. It is absurd to mourn. It is absurd to exist.

Sam won’t allow himself to feel the grief but he will permit the guilt to cripple him. What does it matter if he’s crippled? What does any of it matter? His defiance led to this: a blank page. An empty canvas.

When they reach the Bunker, the stars are bright above. It is the impossible, cold glory of a vast aquarium, viewed from the inside.

They drink together in the quiet. More accurately, they attempt to. Dean gamely downs pull after pull of whiskey. Sam tries. The first shot has him retching, spitting like it’s battery acid. He vomits on the library floor.

Dean laughs meanly, says, “I can drink for both of us.”

Sam looks up and meets his eyes and feels his face twist into a rictus laugh too. He finishes being sick and he doesn’t clean up, doesn’t bother. Cleaning, like many things, is not a concept.

It doesn’t feel like the world has ended down here, even though Sam knows it has. Could be any other day, miles and miles from civilization, insulated underground behind wards that keep out anything short of a god (or anything without the keys). This hole in the ground doesn’t feel vaster or emptier than it normally does. The wider world has never existed in this space; this is the center of the entire universe, just the two of them.

Dean passes out at some point, and Sam lays his head down too. He strips down to one layer, tosses his overshirts at a chair, kicks off his shoes, then his socks. He runs his fingers over the smooth grain of the table, over and over and over. He feels the worst kind of drunk, dizzy and lightheaded with a pounding headache. He should drink some water. He should eat some food. He won’t, though. Who’s depending on him now? For what purpose should his body be fueled? What power, fair or foul, mundane or magical, ought to keep his bones from collapsing in on themselves, into bloody withered dust?

“How do you summon God?” Dean asks muzzily, when he blinks awake again under the golden fluorescent light.

”Maybe the amulet,“ Sam offers. He’s been picturing it mutely all night, turning it over and over in his head, with the weight of heavy responsibility.

It’s dragged out of hiding. The brass is not just warm to the touch, it’s searingly hot. It burns Sam’s fingers when he tries to take it out of the box: even the barest brush of the cord makes him flinch away. Dean wraps his shirt around his hands and tries, and swears. The heat is not diminished one degree. Eventually Sam just takes the entire memory box, upends it messily on the library counter, uses a broken pencil to fish out the amulet and dump it in the metal bowl, among the herbs and the roots and the bones of a small furred creature.

By silent agreement they take everything outside, blinking in the bright dawn chill, leaving Jack to his miserable sleep. Sam is still barefoot. The sharp gravel opens tiny wounds. Shoes seem a pointless inconvenience, some petty barrier between himself and the world, and for what? What can reach him now?

It’s the strongest summoning spell Sam knows. Enochian and Sumerian, to call like to like, to invoke heavenly power. A sigil Rowena taught him, that inscribes itself in purple flame.

He chants quietly in the stillness. The amulet flares in blinding white light, but as the brilliance dampens Sam can make it out when it melts, when it dwindles into pointless black sludge. Dean touches the bowl briefly. Sam feels nothing.

Not that it matters. He knows Chuck can hear them. He prays, too, with belief and desperation he hasn’t felt in years. He gets on his knees, and after a moment, Dean joins him. It makes Sam’s heart twist.

They pray to a God who is not absent. The spot in his shoulder where Sam shot God and himself aches sharply. God wants him to suffer, he knows. He understands where they live now, in a wasteland with something that hates them. This is familiar territory. They are Chuck’s entertainment, his bulwark against a devastating darkness.

Nothing and nobody shows. Sam shifts from his knees into a full-body prostration, doesn’t look to see if Dean does the same. Instead, he buries his face in the dirt. Tears still won’t come. It’s not that he’s numb. He’s just had too much practice, that’s all. Please, he prays, please, he is so sorry, he will bear any humiliation, any torment, he will bear any trial, please, for mercy—

A thought, a message, or a memory. Will you, Sam? Will you? What will you do for me? Will you cut out your heart for me, hold it in your hand, will you eat it?

And Sam knows this isn’t enough. Of course not, their mere surrender is never what Chuck wanted. Sam knows what Chuck wants, right? He’s lived it long enough. Chuck wants to watch.

“Dean,” Sam says. He sits up and brushes dirt from his face. Dean is already standing. Staring up at the risen sun. He’s holding his knife. He’s figured it out too.

“I know,” Dean says.

Still on his knees, Sam looks at the knife. “We have to make it good,” he says. “Not too fast, right?”

Dean stares down at him in horrific fury. There are tears in his eyes. “This is fucked.”

Sam smiles like a flinch, just at the corners of his mouth. “Not like we haven’t been here before,” he says. “It’s okay.”

Dean comes a step closer. Close enough. Hit me, Dean, Sam thinks, Sam urges. He wants it with his whole being, invites it. The whole universe sings with the cosmic rightness of it. The new sun wants this to happen, the sky the Kansas fields the deep blue sea God in his Heaven and the Devil in his Hell, every molecule, every uncounted star and every grain of sand wants this. Sam wants this, with sublime intensity.

Sam wants to say the words to summon Dean’s wrath, but in this moment he can’t remember them. Maybe just being is enough. It should be. Maybe just kneeling here in the dew-damp grass will be enough, to fan the sense-memories. It is for Sam. He can feel the tears coming, for the first time since the world ended.

Dean’s face forces itself into something like a snarl. It’s ugly. “I’m not torturing you, asshole,” he says.

Sam shrugs, with one shoulder. His other hurts with an abominable, shooting pain. “Gut wound?” he suggests. This time he does smile.

Dean scoffs. “You do me first,” he says. He takes Sam’s arm and drags him upright. He paws at his belt, brings out his gun, and presses it into Sam’s hands.

Sam doesn’t fumble on the slide, on the grip. His fingers check the weapon and click off the safely with automatic efficiency. He nods loosely. He understands. This too is the sacrifice demanded, and neither of them may shirk their parts.

“At the same time, then,” Sam says.

Dean scrubs his hand over his face. He nods.

“Chuck!” Dean screams. “Chuck, this is for you! You’d better fucking FIX THIS! Bring them back, bring them all back. Here’s your goddamn ending.”

He looks at Sam, and Sam looks at him. Sam puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder, to keep them both upright. Dean grips his arm with painful intensity. When the knife slides into Sam’s abdomen, and twists in a burst of breathless star-bright agony, some puzzle piece of the universe slots into alignment. When Sam’s fingers bury the muzzle between their bodies and pull the trigger, crimson relief overtakes him in a flood.

Their breath releases in a gasp. For long, impossible moments they remain upright, swaying, foreheads pressed together. Sam wants to clutch instinctively at the fatal wound, but that would mean releasing the gun or releasing his grip on Dean’s shoulder, both absurd impossibilities. Dean’s hand is cold on his arm but so warm in the mess of his stomach.

An eternity later they stagger apart. Sam watches fascinated as his breath mists in the dawn air. He gasps again as the knife slides out and drops, as the gun drops next to it. Now finally his fingers are permitted to explore the bloody gape of his torso. His searching eyes meet Dean’s, similarly poleaxed. Now his brother’s face has relaxed into half a grin, high on gory oblivion.

“Together,” Dean breathes, on a trickle of blood. “Hah.”

Sam nods. They’re both sinking inwards, gravity dragging them down. Where will they go, he wonders, with Death’s death, God’s spite, the world’s emptiness. Somewhere either better or worse than here, he decides, and it doesn’t matter which.

“Picturesque enough?” Dean spits at the sky. His smile is broadening. His eyes are red. He’s hungover, or actually, still drunk, Sam thinks. Blurry with misery. Sam is only drunk on guilt.

The sun climbs higher. Sam breathes in bloody panting gasps and watches red mud form around them. He and Dean aren’t touching anymore, and somehow that too feels right. He can listen and watch Dean curled into himself and dying out of the corner of his half-slitted eye. The heat of the new day builds, skimming over them like the brush of a giant hand. The pain in his shoulder splits him through, worse than the pain in his gut. When he coughs, the world itself shudders.

The blood pools in grass and dirt, forming little eddies and ponds. Like an ecosystem, Sam thinks. He tries to imagine a new world springing up from where he and Dean are soaking into the soil—fresh life, a microcosm of new biota. It’s all he wants. But the only image he can picture is the slick of black oil sheen at dusty gas stations, the unnatural rainbow opalescence of toxic reflections, a poison where nothing at all can grow. He doesn’t pray for meaning, but he wishes he were allowed to. Like in the Cage, it carries the sick certainty that the only God that can hear him is one that certainly means him ill.

Between one blink and the next, Chuck is standing on the grass, loafers brushing the pooled blood. “Hey, guys,” he says. He’s smiling, only very faintly.

“Bring them back,” rasps Dean. He’s nearly gone. They’re both nearly gone. “We did what you wanted.”

Chuck doesn’t respond. Doesn’t do anything like pull up a lawn chair, either, like Sam might have expected—just stands and stares with perfect inhuman attention.

Sam doesn’t feel it when Dean dies, but he knows it happened. When Sam dies, God is still watching over him.

Chuck is smiling when Sam gasps back to life, when he hears Dean gagging a few feet away. Sam recognizes the expression, because he’s seen it before, in a dim and bloody tunnel, in a different universe.

#spn spoilers #my fic #15.19 #sam and dean #sam and death #sam and grief #sam and chuck #absurdism #suicide #pictured: me desperately struggling not to keep quoting beckett #Where's the scene of sam cutting off his belt to hang himself and then his pants fall down #that's the vibe of 15.19

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temilyrights · 4 years

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in this space with you

Summary: Jack Sloane x Reader. Ellie and Reader stumble across Jack on a date. Jack assumes that Ellie and Reader are on a date themselves.

Word Count: 4422

A/N: This was meant to be angsty and then became fluffy and cute and honestly that never happens with my writing...Light angst, fluff, emotions, the usual. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated:) Enjoy!

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“This was a great idea.” Ellie praises between a mouthful of food. It was Tuesday evening and you already couldn’t wait for this week to be over. You’d caught a case in the early hours of the morning, and it’d been nothing but hell. Lying witnesses, cryptic descriptions of what the Lieutenant was working on. It just seemed like no matter what leads you followed someone was blocking your path. Everyone was frustrated but when it hit 8 o’clock and the leads were dying out, Gibbs had sent you all home.

Apart from home didn’t sound like the best idea, not when your mind was still spinning from the case. You’d noticed Ellie’s hesitation as well. Alcohol would usually be your go-to, but it was Tuesday and you needed to be sharp for tomorrow so, instead, you’d agreed on dinner. You hadn’t realised how hungry you were until you arrived at the restaurant and the smell of food filled your senses. Your mouth was practically watering by the time your lasagne arrived.

“So much better than drowning myself in alcohol.” Ellie laughs at your quip, placing her fork down to take a sip from her glass of wine, the glass stops inches from her mouth as her jaw hangs open in shock. “What?” You frown.

“Ok, don’t look now but Jack’s sitting at a table by the side of the room...I think she’s on a date.” Ellie’s voice drops to a low whisper and you swallow roughly as an odd feeling rushes through you, a mixture of disappointment and jealousy which has no right to appear. Ignoring Ellie’s ‘don’t look’ you turn around and feel your heart drop into your stomach when you see Jack’s hand entangled with a man’s as they sit across from one another. You kind of recognise him but don’t know where from and the fact you could only see the left side of his face wasn’t helping. You know you’re staring but can’t seem to get your head to turn away. Her hairs tucked behind one ear allowing you to see the smile on her face. She’s wearing the same beige blazer from work but instead of the matching slacks, she’s paired them with blue skinny jeans. “Y/N?” Ellie’s voice is full of confusion. You take one last second to take in the scene before plastering a smile on your face and turning to face the concerned blonde.

“Do you recognise him?” You ask, hoping Ellie will just pick up the conversation and let your odd reaction go.

“He works at the NSA. He’s the analyst we worked with last month.” You nod as you think back to the case. His name was Matthew? Michael? Marshall? Something boring and easily forgettable. You couldn’t imagine why Jack would ever even consider a date with the man. He was nice looking, sure, but he’d been dull and pompous as hell and definitely not good enough for Jacqueline fricking Sloane. “What’s happening here?” Ellie’s watching you closely, eyes examining you as she tries to work it out.

“Nothing.” You try to sound unbothered, shrugging as you return to your food but Ellie’s eyes just narrow staring at you until suddenly her eyes widen in surprise.

“You like Jack?” It’s said in a terrible attempt of a whisper. Panic rushes through you as you jump further upright in your chair.

“No.” It’s said too quickly, and your voice is like 3 octaves too high for it to be believable. “I-I’m just surprised Jack’s on a date with him of all people. Didn’t he drive you insane on the case? He was so far up his own ass I’m surprised he could see anything.”

Ellie snorts a laugh. “Sure, he was annoying but he’s handsome,” Your face scrunches up and Ellie rolls her eyes playfully. “He is! And maybe he’s nicer outside the office.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You sigh, dropping your fork onto your plate suddenly no longer hungry.

“Oh wow, you really like her.” It’s a statement, not a question. The sympathy in Ellie’s voice makes your voice catch in your throat.

You cough in an attempt to clear it. “It’s just a crush. Harmless, I’m basically over it already.” It’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told Ellie. You’d had a crush on Jack since the moment she’d turned up to NCIS 3 years ago and it’d only grown since so there was definitely no chance of you just getting ‘over it’ anytime soon (but you could dream).

“So, if I was to tell you that Jack and Mark were currently kissing,” Your head swings around, a blush covering your face when you realise the two of them were not kissing and were instead just chatting. “It wouldn’t bother you at all.” Ellie’s voice is full of mirth, a shit-eating grin on her face that just earns her a glare in response. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not, but that’s only because now I’m thinking about it, the two of you, It makes sense. There’s always been something between you both, none of us really understood what it was, but this makes sense.”

“You’re reading too far into this. I don’t even know if Jack likes women, and even if she does...She doesn’t like me, not like that.”

“How can you-”

“Can we just drop this? Enjoy the rest of our dinner.” Ellie wants to protest but instead, she sighs and goes back to her food. You smile, taking a bite from your own food which is now slightly cold. “How was karaoke night with Nick?”

Ellie doesn’t try to protest again, instead, describing Nick’s terrible re-enactment of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’. It’s not long before you’ve both finished your meals and begin to make your way out of the restaurant. You’re too preoccupied telling Ellie about the lunch you’d had with your mother the previous weekend that you don’t notice that Ellie’s led you around the long way just so you have to pass Jack’s table until it’s too late.

“Jack, fancy seeing you here.” Ellie’s voice is gleeful. You glare daggers into the back of her head but she only smirks when she turns to face you. You were going to kill her.

“Ellie, Y/N.” Jack’s voice is full of surprise, her cheeks heating up as she looks between the two of you and her hand slips away from Matthew’s? Michael’s? You couldn’t remember his name and truthfully you didn’t care. Your glare has subsided, instead replaced with an awkward smile as you try to think of a way to hurry out of the restaurant and to the safety of your car. “What are you guys doing here?” Jack’s eyes narrow.

One of your brows raises, a smirk tugging at your lips. “We had dinner like one usually does when at a restaurant.” Ellie snorts. Jack’s eyes are still flicking between the two of you as if she’s trying to put together a puzzle she doesn’t quite understand. A waiter goes to pass you, your arm comes to rest on Ellie’s back as you move her closer to the table to allow him to pass. Jack’s eyes zero in on the contact, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Mark, Hi.” The man who you’d half-forgotten about speaks up, extending his hand to Ellie to shake.

“Right sorry, Yes this is Mark my-” Jack clears her throat. You shake his hand, probably gripping it a little tighter than you should as you plaster a smile across your face.

“Date.” Mark grins and honestly, you want to punch him.

“Yes. Date.”

“Well, we don’t want to intrude,” Ellie says as if that isn’t exactly what she was doing. “We’ll see you at the office in the morning.”

“Bye Jack, Michael.” It’s petty, and Jack will see right through it, but it’s worth it for the way he stutters to correct you. Jack’s eyes are narrowed but you just smirk at her.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” Jack says. Mark’s hand reaches out, tangling their fingers back together. It makes your chest ache and you quickly avert your eyes, all your humour gone as you follow Ellie from the restaurant making sure to never turn back around.

Ellie starts talking the second the door shuts behind you. “I mean she totally likes you right? There was no other-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You cut her off, really no longer in the mood for this and cursing yourself for ever even suggesting tonight. You should have just gone home, maybe alcohol would have been the better option, probably would have hurt less.

“Wait, Y/N.” Ellie starts to follow after you, distress filling her voice.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You manage a small smile, which Ellie returns, before turning back and making your way to your car.

You ignore the pit in your stomach. Try to block out the images of their hands intertwined and Jack’s smile. Try not to think about them back at the restaurant, about the possibility of them kissing, about Jack settling for some mediocre man that definitely doesn’t deserve her. You take a long shower, allowing your tears to mingle with the water and then put on your comfiest pyjamas, wrapping yourself in a blanket and settling on the sofa. You pick out a movie on Netflix and hit play, snuggling further into the pillows as you allow the film to distract you from your thoughts.

You wake up at 5, still on the sofa, having fallen asleep at some point during the movie. You chuck on your gym clothes, pack your stuff for the day and make yourself a cup of coffee before heading to work. It’s barely 6 when you arrive. You head straight to the gym, dumping your bag in the corner as you put in your headphones and crank your music up high and let loose on the punching bag.

You head up to the bullpen a couple of hours later, freshly showered and now donning a work-appropriate outfit, one that left you feeling confident and ready for the day. “Morning, Gibbs.” You say, smiling when you notice the man sitting at his desk. You put your bag away and take your own seat.

“You’re here early.” He comments, looking at you from his desk.

“Not really it’s already 8 o’clock.”

“And your car was already here when I arrived an hour ago,” Gibbs smirks, eyes curious.

You shrug. “Wanted to get in some exercise before work.” You walk over to Ellie’s desk, grabbing the case file you knew she’d had the night before. You flick through it as you sit back down, focusing on the folder and finding new leads instead of Gibbs’ interested eyes and the fact you could hear the elevator opening and the familiar click of heels making their way to the bullpen.

“Mornin’ Jack.”

“Good morning, Gibbs, Y/N.” You look up long enough to flash her a small smile before returning to the folder in front of you. You can feel Jack’s eyes flicking to you as she speaks to Gibbs. “Is Ellie in?”

That gains your attention, the way Jack’s trying to sound casual but it’s anything but. You look up just as Gibbs responds. “No. Why?” He’d noticed as well then.

“Oh, just wanted her opinion on something.” Jack swings on her heels, her voice too light. The elevator doors ding open again, Ellie and Tim make their way over, laughing.

“Good morning.” Ellie sings, she heads straight to your desk and hands you a cup of coffee. “Sorry for last night,” Ellie speaks quietly so not to be heard by anyone else.

“It’s fine, really.” You smile softly. “But thank you for the coffee.” You take a sip of the drink, humming in delight. Jack’s glaring at Ellie the whole exchange, watching your soft smiles and quiet words makes her blood boil, her hands grip so tightly on her bag that her knuckles turn white, but by the time you look at her she’s got a slightly strained smile on her face.

Jack points in the direction of her office. “Well, I should get to work.” She waves goodbye and starts to exit.

“Jack, didn’t you want to talk to Bishop?” Gibbs calls after her, halting Jack’s steps and causing Ellie’s head to perk up in interest.

“Oh, right yes, uh, are you alright if we go to my office?”

“Sure.” Ellie shrugs, getting up from her desk and following Jack from the room. Both you and Gibbs watch them leave, both confused by how Jack was acting.

Ellie returns about 15 minutes later. Her eyes are filled with determination as she hurriedly makes her way over to you, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you in the direction of the elevator.

“Ellie? What’s happening?” You try to protest, eyes wide in shock. Ellie doesn’t respond, just pushes you into the elevator as Jimmy exits.

“Hey, guys-” Ellie slams the close button, cutting off Jimmy’s words before hitting the emergency stop.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Ready to tell me what the hell that was about?”

“I think Jack thinks we’re dating.” Your mouth drops open and you can’t do anything but stare at Ellie in shock. “She got me to look over some paperwork, but she kept asking questions about last night and just us in general.”

“Like what?”

“Like if we did anything nice after dinner and if we have plans together anytime soon. She was trying to be subtle but when I told her we were planning a weekend away she looked about ready to snap the pen in her hands in half.”

“We aren’t planning a weekend away.”

“I know that, but she didn’t, and I wanted to see what her reaction would be,” Ellie smirks, shrugging. “I know I said I’d drop this, but Y/N I really do think she likes you.”

“She was literally on a date last night. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t.” You roll your eyes, trying to stamp down the hope that you could feel brewing.

Ellie’s smirk only widens. “A date which I asked her about, and she said she wasn’t seeing him again!”

“Doesn’t mean she’s interested in me. What’s his face was dull as hell.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “Mark! And are you serious? I swear to god if you don’t go and see her, I’m going to go tell her myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?” You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to back down. There was just no way Jack liked you. Surely, she would have said something if she felt anything for you, she’s not the type of person to wallow in her feelings. Although she was more touchy with you, you’d always put that down to the fact you were good friends. You think about the way her head had rested on your shoulder when you’d been around her house the week before watching some shitty tv show she loved. You think about the way even at the office she always touched you in some way, a hand on your back, on your shoulder, on your arm and even occasionally a small grip to your hand before she let go. She didn’t do that with anyone else.

If you went and talked to her at least there was a chance to gauge the situation without admitting anything. You sigh, dropping Ellie’s gaze. “Fine.”

You glare at the blonde as she grins. “Yay.” She disables the emergency lock and presses the button for the next floor. “Now, go talk to her.” You get off the elevator, Ellie descends the stairs and you avoid looking at her, and the curious eyes you can feel on you from the bullpen as you make your way across the landing and down the corridor to Jack’s office.

You stop outside, wringing your hands before knocking on the door. “Hey.” Your small, unsure smile is reflected back at you when Jack lifts her head.

“Hey. Everything ok?”

You take a couple of steps into her office. “Yeah. I just wanted to speak to you about something.”

“Sure. Take a seat.” Jack signals to her sofa. You make your way over, kicking your shoes off as you bring your feet up, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on your knees. Jack shuts her office door before making her way over, she pauses by the chair opposite you. “Are you here to speak to me as a psychologist or as a friend?”

“Friend.” Jack nods, bypassing the chair and taking the seat next to you on the sofa. A smile tugs at your lips. She isn’t wearing shoes, probably kicked off somewhere behind her desk like usual, so she crosses her legs, sitting sidewards so she’s facing you. You shuffle round to face her two, putting your head back on your knees. Jack’s eyebrows are furrowed in concern and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss the worry away.

“What’s up?”

You chew your lip, noting the way Jack’s eyes momentarily focus on the action before she’s meeting your eyes again. It gives you a little confidence. “Ellie told me if I didn’t talk to you, she would.” At the mention of Ellie’s name, you see Jack’s walls slam up, her smile faltering and you realise Ellie might have actually been right. A smirk tugs at your lips. “I’m not dating Ellie.”

Jack’s eyes widen in surprise. You think you see a glimmer of hope shining in them but she’s looking away before you can be sure and when she meets your eyes again her walls are back in place. “Ok?” Jack says, prompting you to continue.

Your nerves come right back. The next step was going to involve you admitting to Jack that you liked her in some way and once that happened there was no going back, no matter if she returned your feelings or not. You don’t realise you’re fiddling with your fingers until Jack’s hand reaches out to cover them.

“Hey.” Jack’s smile is soft as she waits for you to meet her eyes, only continuing talking once you do. “You know you can tell me anything.” Jack’s thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of one of your hands.

You take a deep breath, lifting your head from your knees and moving to copy Jack’s crossed leg position. Jack pulls her hand away from yours but before it can retreat all the way back to her lap you cover it with your own and then very slowly link your fingers with hers, watching closely to see her reaction. Jack’s mouth hangs open slightly in surprise, her eyes darting between your eyes and intertwined hands.

You chuckle awkwardly. “You know, I was so content just suppressing these feelings...but then I saw you at the restaurant with your hands interlocked with his and suddenly my heart was in my stomach and all the feelings that were under lock and key came bursting out and all I wanted to do was steal you away from the douche, that by the way, totally doesn’t deserve to even be in like 10 feet of you let alone on a date.” Jack releases a watery chuckle along with a playful roll of the eyes. “But I couldn’t do any of that because I’m your friend, and friends aren’t meant to get jealous of their friends being on dates.”

“They aren’t?” Jack’s lips twitch into a smirk, her voice barely above a whisper. “Guess I missed that memo.”

“Yeah, I think Ellie would agree.” You tease, voice as quiet as Jack’s. Her cheeks prickle with heat but her eyes don’t leave yours. You don’t know when it happened, but you’ve moved closer to each other, Jack reaches out and cups your cheek. You instantly lean into the touch, loving the way Jack smiles and her eyes twinkle.

She hums. “I guess friends probably shouldn’t want to kiss their friends either.” You swallow roughly as Jack’s gaze falls to your lips before slowly making its way back to your eyes. “I suppose we aren’t just friends then.”

“Hmm...That seems like a theory that needs testing out.” Your eyes darken, tongue darting out to wet your lips in anticipation. With a laugh, Jack tugs you closer, your breath catches in your throat as she stops centimetres from your lips. Your heads are titled, her heavy-lidded eyes darting between yours and your open mouth in question. Your hand goes to the back of her neck and you close the last bit of distance. The kiss is soft and slow and, despite your slightly awkward crossed-legged positions, better than anything you’d ever imagined. Your hands tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck as you explore one another’s mouths. It’s over too soon, Jack pulling back slightly to rest her forehead against yours. You’re grinning like a maniac but you’re too happy to care.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jack breathes. Your cheeks heat up from the combination of her words and the intensity of her gaze. You pull her back in, placing a soft peck on her lips. Jack stops you from pulling away, releasing a breathy “Nuh-uh.” and bringing you right back to her lips. The kisses heat up as she pulls a throaty moan from you, tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. She finds her way into your lap, moans erupting from both of you as she grinds her hips down and cups your breast through your shirt.

You pull your mouth away, both of you breathing heavily. “Work.”

“I really don’t care about work right now.” Jack grinds her hips again to prove her point and you’re so tempted to say screw it but you know this case is important.

“You will when I inevitably get a message telling me to get my ass back to work.” And you weren’t about to start something you couldn’t finish. Jack sighs, knowing you’re right. She goes to shuffle off your lap, but you stop her with a hand to her waist. Jack brow raises, smirk back on her face. You take a moment to admire her. Her slightly ruffled hair from where your hands had been, swollen lips from your kisses. She was stunning.

“Y/N?” Jack asks, eyes softening as she reaches out to cup your cheek. “What are you thinking?”

“I like you a lot, Jack. I just need to know if this, us, is something you want.” Tears build behind your eyes as your insecurities rush through you. You needed to be sure that she felt the same things you did before you let yourself fly away on cloud 9...before you got hurt. Jack clicks her tongue, eyes unbelievably soft and full of emotion as she places a hard, passionate kiss against your lip. When she pulls back, she makes sure your eyes are open and on her before she speaks.

“Yes Y/N, I want this. I want you.” A tear escapes your eye and Jack wipes it away, leaving a kiss in its place. She moves to your other cheek, placing another kiss before capturing your lips again.

Jack’s office phone starts ringing, and she groans, placing one last peck to your lips before getting off your lap and making her way to her desk. “Jacqueline Sloane.” Your eyes trail over her body as she perches herself on the edge of her desk. She’s wearing one of her fitted pantsuits. It’s dark green with a white shirt underneath and honestly, it should be illegal to look that good. You couldn’t wait to get her to your house, have the time to explore every inch of her skin, see her laid out underneath you with messy hair and a satisfied smile. God, she was-

“Hey!” You jump as a lollipop hits you in the chest. “What was that for?” You pout, taking the lollipop out of its wrapper and placing it in your mouth. Mm, your favourite.

Jack puts the phone back in its holder. A brow raised as she huffs. “Oh, Please. As if you weren’t just undressing me with your eyes.” Your cheeks pink, as you make your way over to Jack. You pull the lollipop from your mouth, twiddling it between your fingers as you smirk.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you too well to let your innocent act fool me.” Jack pulls you to stand between her legs, hands resting on your hips.

“Oh no!” You fake gasp, humour seeping into your tone. “Can’t have you knowing all my secrets.”

Jack hums, her voice lowering to a sultry tone that makes your legs wobble. “Baby, I already do.”

“So not fair.” You mutter. 4 words, a sultry tone, and her smirk and you were already putty. Jack’s office phone rings again. She leans over and grabs the phone, keeping a hand on your hip so you don’t move away.

“Jacqueline Sloane.”

“Tell Y/N to get her ass back down here. She’s not getting paid to make out with you.” Gibbs' gruff voice rings through the phone. Jack’s head tilts back, pure laughter escaping her throat as your face heats up.

“I’ll send her down.” Jack doesn’t wait for a response, just hangs up the phone. A devilish smirk on her face when she faces you. “I think we should make that a game, how many times in a day can we make out without getting caught.”

“Make it a competition and add in how often we can distract each other as well.”

Jack’s eyes darken. “Are you prepared to lose? I happen to have quite the competitive streak.”

“Oh, I know. All the more fun.” Jack’s toes curl as you capture her lips, drawing moans from her throat as you nip at her lip. Jack’s hands tighten on your waist as she tries to pull you closer, but you pull out of her grasp, breaking the kiss with a smirk. “Got to go to work.” You place the lollipop back in your mouth, leaving Jack as her swollen lips hang open in shock.

“You play dirty.”

“Oh, baby.” You grin as Jack’s eyes darken, nostrils flaring. “You’ve got no idea.” You close her office door behind you, basking in her frustrated groan as you walk back to the bullpen with a skip in your step and a smirk on your face.

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Ain’t Life a B*tch - Chap 4

Well I wrote it, then i left it for a while, rewrote parts and then I reread it and am I happy with it? I’ll let you decide.

Oh and the ratings goes up...A LOT.

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The weeks were beginning to melt into one. Once the first case begun and wrapped up, you managed to get 24 hours reset before another call came in. Luckily that one was a simple even though you made sure neither Ben nor Eddie made a comment about it being so. There were still certain things you were superstitious about.

Then this case hit and you knew it wasn't going to be so cut and dry. It took three hours before local PD had linked it to three other murders around the area over the past three months. The MO was the same but this time the victim was a young female petty officer where as the other woman weren't connected to the Navy at all.

The Police hadn't managed to find any lead or if they had one it had gone cold. The Detective in charge handed over everything quite easily, with only one condition. You nail the son of a b*tch and keep him in the loop. The next few days were long, you sent your Agents home at a reasonable hour while you continued to work. Alex came in this morning and you hadn't been home. She must've texted Ben because he came in ten minutes late with coffee's and breakfast muffin for you.

"Thanks Ben. Was following up on statements from the previous cases from so called witness's and didn't realise the time until Eddie came in." You happily slurped down the coffee and finished it in a few minutes. The lack of sleep catching up with you.

"Find anything?" Alex hops up on the edge of her desk, watching you and sipping her coffee.

Sighing you run your fingers through your hair before answering. "Possibly but my brain can't piece it together. I know there's something there. Or the start of something." You chuck the empty coffee cup in your trash can with a little too much force.

Ben places another cup in front of you with a smirk. "Maybe you need someone else to read over them." He looks down at your notes and chuckles. It was chicken scratch, no one would be able to read those notes. You couldn't even read half of them.

"You want to take a look?" You start stacking the files and place your notes in the top folder.

He shakes his head. "Was thinking more a forensic psychologist. Someone who's job it is to look through things like these and build profiles.." He takes a swig of his coffee, avoiding your gaze as he sits down at his desk.

You watched him curiously. He was avoiding your eyes but the smirk was coming through. You weren't in the mood or head space for this conversation and just sighed. "Fine." The stack of files seemed much heavier than 8 hours ago when you moved them onto your desk. You picked them up and headed for her office. Ducky hadn't been in for over a week, you remember him mentioning something about a talk or something in New York but you couldn't be sure otherwise you would've cowardly snuck off to his office to read over the files with him.

The stairs up to her office seemed like a mountain and the hallway seemed a mile long. This was it, you stood outside of her office for a moment, or ten. Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes and knocked on her door.

"Come in." Jack was cheery, smiling even until her eyes met yours once you opened the door and her smile shifted, forced to stay on her face.

Clearing your throat, you stepped into her office. Unsure if you should but it seemed odd standing in the hallway speaking to her. "Hi Agent Sloane. Are you busy?"

Jack stood up and offered her hand for you to sit down. "A little - but, ummm, take a seat."

You forced your legs to walk into her office further and gather the files on your lap as you sat down. "Sorry, I'm just working a case, looks like it could be a serial killer and was wondering - if you had the time - to look over these statements from the old cases and see if you could find something? I've been up all night, something's there, I know it but I need someone else to look at it." The words all came rushing out, your eyes looking from the files in your lap to Jack and the painting behind her. An Elephant? Where was the Rorschach painting you'd given her for her birthday all those years ago?

She cleared her throat and brought you back the case in your hands. "Petty Officer Moon, right?" Her eyes searching yours as you passed over the files.

She knew about your case? You tucked that thread of a thought away and sat back down. "Right, she's the first victim who's Navy, the other three victims are around the same age, same characteristics but the cops had nothing to go on. I know there's something in those witness statements and reports, I just can't piece it together, lack of sleep." You shrug, talking about the case was easy. She was a colleague, one that could assist you in your investigation and that was it.

Jack picked up the file on top and opened it. It was from the very first murder, your horrible hand writing notes, tucked inside and her lips quirked. "Still messy hand writing I see."

Are you blushing? Why are you blushing? "Oh sorry, I'll take that." You reach forward but Jack holds up the piece of paper out of your reach.

"I'll give it back in a bit. Your notes may connect the dots for me or not. Anything helps. Let me have a look, see what I can see and I will give you a call once I get you a suspect or the guy."

Nodding you get up from your seat and your eyes snag the elephant in the room again. "No rush, if you've got other cases. I have a feeling this one will be hovering over me for a while."

"I'll get right on it. These woman need justice. If the cops aren't willing to keep the case, we sure are." She doesn't look up at you and you're glad, your eyes can't look away from the fat bottomed elephant behind her.

It was a very odd painting to be in prime position in her office. Didn't seem like her kind of style of artwork, you remember her old place. It was beachfront, but the beach was also inside as well. In every corner of her little shack.

Her words pierced through your memories. "Gibbs got it for me."

Your gut sank. Your heart thudded louder and your eyes dropped to hers. The smile on her lips was gone, her eyes searching, analysing your movements and you knew you weren't in the right state to hide everything that you were feeling. You'd clearly been staring at the painting for far too long.

"Right, well. Nice Elephant. Thanks for the help, again. I'm going to check in on Jimmy." You attempt to give her a small smile but that didn't happen and you quickly dart from her office without looking back.

Smooth.

If she called you later with a lead you'd be a whimp and get Ben to go collect the files and get Jack's info. She didn't call though and you wanted to follow up but thought it best to just let her be. Jack would obviously contact you if she had anything to go on.

Jimmy was still working away and didn't have any further helpful information, everyone was working hard to find any scrap of evidence or lead to follow. The crime scene was immaculate so even Kasie was having a hard time with the lack of evidence. It wasn't until 2030 that you called it a night and you all went home. Well you made a pit stop on the way home.

That night you drink, a lot. Now this case involved Jack meant you'd most likely have to talk to her again, even if you got Ben to check in on her profiles in the morning. Maybe even have her in interrogation to assist. You needed to drown your feelings in alcohol for tonight, tomorrow was another problem. You were a total professional.

One bottle of wine too many meant the next day wasn't fun. Jack managed to find the lead that you were on to and a suspect was brought into interrogation which Jack insisted on being in the room for. Your head was pounding too much to do an interrogation so Ben was sent in. Jack and Ben's surprise was obviously but you tried your best to ignore their looks and Ben's comments. The pounding in your head was enough.

The case was long and hard, lasting almost two weeks with a several long nights before you finally nail the serial killer. Luckily you managed to find him in time before he got to another woman, his basement filled with profiles, photos and plans of the next attack. Jack was an instrumental help in catching the dirtbag and truthfully it got easier talking to her as the case went on. Like the past was forgotten and you were just newly acquainted colleagues until reality came crashing back down around you.

It was Friday morning, you'd been in since sunrise due to no sleep and wanting to get these reports finished so you didn't have to think about this disgusting man ever again. Alex had just come in with a coffee and sweet smile on her face ready for a day of paperwork.

"Is it strange that I'm happy to do paperwork right now?"

You chuckle taking a sip of your coffee. "Not at all, some days paperwork is what you need after a horrible case." You sigh, looking at the report on your screen, pictures of the crime scene glaring back at you. "It's a nice wind down."

"Yes! Okay, the coffee is kicking in. Let's do this."

It's not long before Ben comes in, less peppy than Alex and gets straight to work without a word. He'd been quiet since searching the basement and interrogating the guy. Something was on his mind and you weren't sure how to breach the subject with him.

"Alright, my coffee cup is empty. Who wants what?" You offer, picking up your side arm and badge.

"Dirty chai latte."

"Black with one sugar." Ben offers you a smile, the first look you've gotten since he came in. Clearly the case had gotten to him more than he was letting on.

"I'll be back." You grab your charcoal trench coat and head to the elevator. The doors open and your gut drops.

Jack's eyes dancing with Gibbs' and her smile fades as she sees you. "Morning." So the case is solved and shes's back to being awkward and avoiding you at all costs. She'd even managed to drop off her report for you after you'd gone home last night, you'd left the office at 2100.

Gibbs hops off the elevator behind Jack Sloane. "Mornin' Y/n." He grunts, cup of coffee in one hand and his other on the small of Jack's back. He drops it as soon as they walk past, not stopping as Jack slowed down her pace, she looked like she was about to say something but continued towards her office.

"Morning." You sing, possibly too loud but hit the elevator doors button quickly. Why did the world hate you? They both had Diner coffee cups and Jack had a takeaway container in her hand. They'd had breakfast together and you couldn't stop thinking about that all the way to the coffee cart across the navy yard.

The paperwork wasn't helping in distracting you enough. Gibbs team was deep into a case and he was shouting and grouching at every chance. You honestly were glad you never had to work under him for too long. You might've quit NCIS years ago if that was the case. Alex and Ben went out for lunch while you powered through. When the clock hit 1800 Alex practically jumped out of her chair ready for the drinks you promised once the reports were done.

"Drinks time?" She danced, putting on her coat and shutting down her station.

Ben laughed standing up and gathering his things. "Think we should have a bite to eat as well."

"That sounds too responsible, Hunter."

"It is dinner time, Boss." He shakes his head as you and Alex laugh.

"You going for a drink?" Ellie piped up. Her eyes pleading for you to take her too.

"Or ten." You smirk at her jealousy and your eyes find Jack's. Her eyes divert and look back at the file in her hands as the elevator's doors open.

"Enjoy." Ellie pouts and you wink at her.

"I'll have five for you Ell. Or if you manage to escape. We are going to be at the Hive for a while." You shout as the doors close. You made a side stop to your apartment before meeting the others at the bar. You needed to freshen up for a nice night out.

Ben insisted on buying some fries and wings when you arrived. To no ones surprise Ellie never showed up, unlikely Gibbs would've let anyone go early tonight. The drinks kept coming and Alex ended up dancing with a few people before she called it at night. Ben ended up taking her home as he wasn't really in a drinking mood at little after 2000. You on the other hand were and kept the party going by yourself. Easily chatting drunkenly to a few people and dancing with a few woman until you moved onto another bar. Your head was buzzing and you don't recall how you managed to find the next bar but you did. Another several drinks in when the night shifted, the air spiked around you and the hairs on the back of your neck rose.

This wasn't how it was meant to happen but you fell back on old habits. It was the alcohol, you knew it was, because neither of you would do this sober. Your eyes connected with her as she walked into the bar in that white skin tight dress that had you feeling in all those untouched aching parts.

She walked to the other end of the bar, your eyes raking over every curve, dip and length of her until she wasn't in your purview anymore. You just hoped, prayed to the devil that she noticed you too. The bartender brought you another drink and you swirled the liquid in the short glass before taking a long hard gulp. The welcoming burn slipping down your throat, no matter how drunk you were the burn was always there and warming your insides. The blur returning and you swayed your head to the beat of the music.

Enjoying the feeling, the confidence building again with the amber liquid courage you took the chance to turn around and there she was. Only a few metres away staring right at you. Those silky whiskey eyes devouring you. When her eyes finally made there way up your body and met your eyes, she was far too drunk to be flushed, instead she sauntered towards you. Jack Sloane glided up to the bar, brushing against you, she ignored you and gave her attention to the bartender instead.

"One more please." You watched her tongue come out to glide across her lips and her fingers sliding back and forth over her empty glass. "Thought you'd be at Devil's tonight?" Her eyes straight ahead, the only hint that she was talking to you was the way her body rubbed against you again. You turned to face her, your front now absorbing all her body heat.

You inhaled her, her hair tickling your cheek and you flicked her hair to the side so you could get a better access to her neck. You looked over at the bar, her eyes on you through the mirror lining the back of the bar. Her eyes were dark, a smirk curling her lips, lustful and anticipating your next move. "Only devil I want is right here." Your lips brush against her neck and you hear the low moan, it would be hard for anyone else to hear but you were always in tune with her, you only heard her and the world tuned out.

"Your drink is here." She whispered, all breathy.

Her words had you pulling back but not before getting a quick taste of what you'd been missing for years. Your lips at base of her neck, drawing her skin between your lips before pulling away and getting a drink. "So it is." Her eyes now on yours, you never broke her gaze as you gulped down the drink, finishing it in one go. "So it isn't" That smooth remark made Jack laugh and your lips were back on her neck, her laugh dead under your lips.

"Thought we weren't talking." Jack threaded her fingers through your hair, tugging at the hairs at your scalp which only spurred you on. Your mouth moving from her neck to her jaw and the corner of her mouth before you pulled back.

"You're the only one talking." That got a shove to the shoulder and you stumbled back, your balance swayed with the alcohol. Clearly she wasn't that drunk as you. "You want to talk?" You smirked, seeing her eyes trained between your breasts. Your eyes followed hers, the buttons undone on your white shirt were now uncovering the tops of the black laced bra and you made no move to straighten yourself instead just moved closer to her, your nose running up her neck, your teeth tugging at her ear causing a moan you were expecting.

"No.." She moaned and pushed you back into the bar, causing you to break free from the hickey you were determined to mark her with. "Your place close?" Her lips ghosting over your ear and she had you undone with no touch, just words.

"Two minute taxi." You groaned as all the heat vanished and you watched Jack leave her drink and walk out the bar. Your brain kicking in and you jogged after her.

You weren't lying and Jack had you pinned to the back of your door as soon as you opened it. Her lips tugging at your ear lobe before descending, her hands unbuttoning the rest of your shirt which she'd already half undone in the taxi. She yanked the tucked ends out of your skin tight black jeans which caused you to thrust into her.

"Fuck." She moaned, her teeth, lips sucking your bottom lip between yours.

The self control was all lost on you. Your hands on her waist, you pushed her back, she stumbled backwards and you caught her lips in yours finally. Both of you fighting for dominance, teeth clashed, tongues fought before you gave into her. You'd let her do whatever she wanted. She slammed you against the wall, her lips leaving yours puffed,sucking along your jaw and having her way at the base of your neck.

"Bedroom." You moaned as her fingers undid the zipper on your jeans, her fingers slipping inside, over your panties. "Now." You grunted, her fingers taunting you, her eyes watching your movements, your hands digging into the skin at her waist.

"Fine." She removed her hand and you groaned, pushing her backwards, your mouth on her throat, biting at her pulse. You managed to walk you both into your bedroom. Your hands sliding down and slipping under her dress, your hands moving, caressing, squeezing her butt and drawing her dress up around her waist. "Take it off." She breathed, demanded.

Your hands searched up her back, fiddling with the zipper and pulling it down agonisingly slow for Jack. She groaned and attacked your lips again. Your fingers slipping under the dress, feeling her scars and back under your touch, you move back up to her shoulders and push the fabric over and down her body. Kneeling down in front of her and she's only in her panties, looking down at you with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. "Fuck." Her hand threads through your hair and your nose presses into her pussy before you crawl up her body. "Bed now."

Her hands work down your jeans before straightening back up. "You're still wearing too much.." Her fingers playing with your panties, you step out of them and push into Jack. She steps back and falls down on to the bed. You follow her down, your legs slipping between hers, you lips travel up her body, sucking at her nipple and then the other. She whimpers under your touch.

Somehow in between your slow exploration up to her lips, she manages to flip you over, kneeling between you legs and you can't help but bury yourself back into the bed. Her lips on you at once, sucking, tongue swirling your clit. Her fingers flicking your nipple between them, her tongue working you closer, sucking you harder, you can feel the edge, the waterfall of sensations, the ripple, she bites and sucks and you're lost. Screams, moans and her touch is moving up your convulsing body. Your mind is bliss, her words not registering as you ride through your orgasm.

It isn't until she's kissing your lips again and the taste of you on her tongue that some strength and fire kicks back in. Your hands cupping her butt, you sit up bringing her with you, she grounds down onto you and you flip her back into your bed. Your lips trailing down her throat, over her nipples, leaving wet, searing kisses down her naval and between her legs. She bends her knees, lifting her thighs over your shoulders and suck down hard. Her moans and faltered thrusting has your ache between your legs building again. You slip two fingers inside her, her muscles instantly clenching around you, you build the pace up quickly, feeling her on edge, swirling your tongue back and forth.

"Harder." She shouts and you suck down on her clit, plunging your fingers and curving slightly and she's gone. She screams and melts into the mattress, quivering. You stroke her through her orgasm, watching her has you close to the edge again. You slide out from under her legs and collapse on the bed bedside her.

The only audible sound is the sirens in the distance and your deep breaths. Neither of you saying anything, just letting the last hour catch up with you both. The alcohol now barely clouding your head. Jack Sloane was the only intoxicating thing in your system right now.

It isn't a minute before Jack is sitting up, you jump at the sudden movement. "This shouldn't have happened. This didn't just happen." You hear her deep rapid breathing and she slips into her heels. She stands up but you quickly reach out and grab her hand.

"Wait, can we talk about this." You plead but she yanks her hand out of yours. The blissful, foggy sensation you felt moments ago is instantly gone. Vanished with her words.

"I can't do this. This was a mistake." She whispers, slipping into her dress, pulling up the zipper as much as she can and walking out of your bedroom. You quickly hop up, grabbing your oversized shirt from the dresser, throwing it on and slipping into your panties as you run after her. "Don't follow me. I'm leaving." Her voice more stern, loud but not shouting.

You thankfully catch up to her, jumping in front of her, not listening to her words or the daggers her eyes are shooting at you. With your back planted firmly against your front door. she tries to pull at the handle but it's no use. "Move!" Her anger is boiling, eyes piercing you, scolding you now. Memories from the break up clouding your vision.

"I need to talk this through." You are firm, your emotions at tipping point but you can't let her go now.

"Y/n, move now! I don't want to talk, I don't want to - see you." Her voice cracks, her anger boiling into tears but you don't move. The last two words burn like a branding iron but she had already branded your heart years ago.

"I ca-n't." A sob escapes and then the rest follow, your legs falter, knees bending and you slide down the door, burying your face in your hands and your hands on your knees. The sobs shaking your body, they won't stop and you feel like a fool. You wished you just let her go, not wanting her to see you like this. All the emotions finally catching up with you. Drunken sex definitely wasn't a smart idea.

You hear her bag drop, a loud uncertain sigh escaping Jack's mouth before she reaches down and grabs your hand. It doesn't register at first but the second, much harder tug gets your attention. She pulls you up, the sobs stopping from her contact. "We can't do this. It's too painful for both of us. Tonight was a one off, one I won't forget but one we need to." She sighs, her fingers tucking your hair behind your ear. It was still sweaty and tangled from your previous activity, now probably mixed with tears. What a mess.

You take a deep breath, Jack drops her hand and you manage to hold your head up, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry." You take a big breath as Jack's eyes dart away at your words. You can tell she wants to run but instead just stands there. "Sorry for letting you go, sorry for pushing you away. That job was something I needed to do alone. I can't and won't take that choice back but I wish it happened differently. I want to move forward. I don't want to avoid each other anymore. It's really hard." You huff out a dry laugh and see Jack's lips curve slightly, that was a good sign, right? But you continue. Finally being able to find the words. "I want to be co workers, that can actually work together successfully. Maybe even become friends or-"

She can't let you finish that sentence or thought. Too late about the thought. "Y/n, I can do the co workers. Anything more, I can't. Not right now. Those emotions are too painful. I can't go down that road again, not with you. My heart is so tired." She finally looks you in the eyes again, her eyes brimming with tears and you nod. Nod because co workers was good enough. You could work with that and whatever else happened down the road well you would just have to wait and see. If anything was to happen at all.

"Co workers it is." You step aside, the door now within Jack's reach and she turns the handle. "Night." You try and smile but your face dones't comply. Your emotions are becoming too much again.

"Night." She picks up her bag with her other hand and walks out. You lock the door behind her and drop your head back against it. Holding in your emotions you push yourself off the door and walk back to bed. Sleep wasn't going to come but at least you had the comfort of your bed. Although Jack's scent was everywhere and that wasn't comforting at all.

You groan and get up, grabbing new sheets and a blanket from the linen closest. You strip your bed, throwing the old sheets in the corner of your room and dressing it with clean ones. The scent of new sheets was something you always enjoyed, shame you didn't enjoy changing your bed more often. Lying back down, you pull the blanket up around your neck and close your eyes, Jack's scent vanished.

Monday morning rolls around and your alarm jolts you awake, your head slams and you cringe at the rattling of your brain and the amount of alcohol you consumed last night helped drown away the memories of Friday night but it all came flooding back again. If there was ever the possibility of a monster living under your bed you wished it would eat you right now. "I'm never drinking again." You moan, pushing your face into your pillow, hoping it would swallow you up.

You manage to gather up some ounce of strength and motion to sit up, your head still pounding but you have to push through. It's Monday. You groan looking at the sheets on the floor that you still hadn't done anything about. But now something catches your eye. A lacy strip of white sticking out of the sheets. Your mind helps you peace it together and you gather the material into your hands and for the third time this morning you want to die. It was Jack's lacy white panties. You place it on your dresser and head for the bathroom. You needed a moment to figure this out plus Advil. You needed a lot of Advil.

Biting the bullet because you'd made it this far without throwing up, you awkwardly knock on Jack's office door. You hear a stumble and open the door slightly. Jack's shuffling things on her desk, you can see her cheeks are flushed like she's been crying. "I can come back later?" You say in a soft voice. Jack just shakes her head in response and tries to smile but it just comes off as a slanted curve of the lips, not reaching her eyes at all.

"No it's- well, what can I do for you y/n?" She sorts her papers and sits down at her desk. Her hand comes out to offer you a seat but you shake your head, gripping the small bag in your hand that much tighter.

"I just wanted to drop this off. You - umm - left it the other night. Did you get home ok?" You quickly step forward placing the bag on the corner of her desk. You take a few steps back to get a bit of distance for you and for Jack as she shifts awkwardly in her seat when you got close.

"Yes, an Uber was thankfully just around the corner and thank you." Her voice is as uncertain as yours, she clears her throat again.

You nod at her words and turn to leave.

"Sorry about le-"

At her words you turn sharply, cutting her off. "Jack, don't. I think we both said all we needed to. It's done. Won't happen again, next time I'll handle my liquor better." You shift, swaying your head from side to side, your hand shoved into the back of your jean pockets. "Hopefully." Jack actually smiles and huffs out a dry laugh (neither of you knew how to handle your liquor when emotional) and the atmosphere shifts slightly. That's how your sexual, romantic relationship started last time, all those years ago.

"Hopefully. Thanks again." She picks up the bag in thanks and shoves it in her bottom drawer away from any prying eyes that may walk into her office today.

"Ok, bye." And the awkward feeling is back. You leave her office without looking back, closing the door quietly and heading back to work. Blowing out a breath that you didn't know you were holding and cross your arms. Hopefully this would get better, soon. The nagging ache in your gut was telling you otherwise.

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Apologies for any mistakes, I’m finding it really hard to edit lately.

I’ll get around to updating my Masterlist... soon.

#aintlifeabitchstory #jack sloane #jack sloane x reader #ncis reader insert

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SPOILERS BELOW but I guess I’m late to the party huh

oh boy here goes, it's 12/10/2020 as I write this and I've had social media blacklisting SPN tags for the last month so I could get into the headspace to deal with this, I have not heard good things but although I got 15x19 spoiled for me I have somehow avoided 15x20 spoilers so let's see joining me is Two Brothers Pinch of Grace beer and Angel's Envy rum cask rye whiskey a "familiar face" returns? the dog? oh boy it's a buckleming episode I can't wait. how much of this footage was shot after lockdown, is what I want to know. what changed. I am upset that I'm walking into Jack Dying, the episode, on the heels of Cas Dying, the episode the violin is soulful and good at least thank you Jack. thank you for asking where he is. I love this shot of sam against the power lines. he looks so small. dean I really don't want you to be the one pretending you give a shit and trying to "comfort" jack. nice reverse establishing shot of the earth. "hokay. so, here's the earth." oh hey jake abel. I guess I knew that. doesn't mark pellegrino show up too. they're the only PCs left oh sweetheart :( he's trying to pray to him. so buckleming remembered that was an option, huh, just not like. in the ma'lak box jack sitting on that giant retail planter is so damn sad man the fucking uh, the empty news chair with the camera rolling is wild. I love you sam I love rob and every time I see him I'm sad that they made chuck such an asshole calling jack a "lapdog" wow. indeed. okay chuck you're ripping off The Road or whatever, we get it jack has like honest to god pajamas. maybe they were from the dryad or whoever for christmas dean passed out on the floor huh he found a liquor store and he drank it is jack hearing angel radio again doggo "I love you miracle dog" this dog honestly is the best thing oh there he goes :( rickrolled "maybe that's the point. no one left to save. no one but us." sam is better at reading than dean is okay that is a COOL fucking camera angle looking down from above the crucifix this does feel a lot lonelier, like early seasons are we looking at the stations of the cross, is that what the pages were turned to. I couldn't quite see jake abel, I wish I had not missed your baking show with misha that instagram failed to record :( "poor bastard never caught a break" no fucking kidding, RIP adam (finally) michael's been running PR on earth I can't get over how much it looks like jack and adam/michael should be related can michael read the death book? lmao this is how a lot of people seem to feel about books in general, like it's causing them pain to try to read. dramatic music as no one can read it's chuck pranking them again. guaranteed. LMAOOOOO OR LUCIFER so the empty can eject angels back onto earth. fascinating. ah, betty is a reaper. she's gonna come back as death, huh so she can read the book tbh good for her the headbutt was good death starter kit with the decoder ring lmaooooo GOD talking to them like they're petty children is honestly making my day!!! "not a group project" I mean even if she was with them she could just lie about what it says. not okay with leaving jack and lucifer alone "almost-mighty" is really funny the house of cards is good lucifer's right about "fuck god" is betty the empty hahaha you guys got fucked "mikey's a cuck" wow. thanks buckleming. cuckleming? archangel blade??? jack u ok did sam hook michael up with that??? sam is smart. thank fuck. sam'll have it cracked in an hour. sam's got the book of the damned and google translate: enochian (that he cowrote with castiel) sam's a witch wherever they're filming is gorgeous GET HIM, SAM, PUNCH GOD IN THE FACE that was inspired. that was like bobby singer shooting lucifer levels of inspired. buckleming had to get their torture in. last hurrah for the torture train where's jack??? this is what people mean when they say "I like to torture my OCs" you know you didn't have to be an asshole to your grandchild, dude I like when everybody's eyes glow but especially jack's this empty book is trump's COVID plan. just blank sheets of paper stapled together sam is smart. jack's like a mushroom. just soaks up all the good juices in the pan. what if sam and dean make out in the next episode and we find out becky wrote the whole show. maybe you just have to be a regular jackoff, chuck. dean pretty much is the ultimate killer. I mean yeah that is who you are, dean how victorious. you die sick and alone and forgotten with no healthcare. america! this is a bummer. is this victorious? did we win? lmao the sign "ONE MORE!" is that a teal impala over there how do you have extras in this episode, yeesh how much was stock footage, if any "What do we call you?" "Who cares what we call him? All that matters is that we got him back online." fuck off dean at least let jack answer "of course he's coming back" fuck off dean why would he come back with you if he can do anything he wants GO FIND CAS fuck off dean just fuck off dude, you don't get to boss him around how freudian, kill your grandfather who is god very demiurge of you, jack jack's off to be a blind watchmaker I love how he waves, jack is adorable god they're like literally red oni blue oni (red jackass, blue jackass?) over here lmao, these shirts when did cas and jack write their names on the table, they only count now that they're dead? or did I miss something earlier this shot of "what is and what should never be" absolutely breaks my goddamn heart. top fave. fuck. this is a sweet tribute how is this not the end???? I like how kim rhodes and misha collins get special guest star credits for their voicemails/fake phone call literally how is this not the ending to the show. why is there another episode. sans undertale appears to warn me not to watch the next episode. "you're gonna have a bad time." a friend who's not in the fandom asked me "is the tetanus thing for real" and I was like "??????????" and that's the only thing I know going into this. what do they do, drive into toluca lake have a jared and jensen spa day I caught wind of someone saying like "what if sam wakes up to 'heat of the moment' again" which would be BRILLIANT but they're not that clever do they just get stabbed by a regular-ass ghost? do we delete the whole universe and salt and burn the show itself? where do we even go from here. how many sharks are left to jump. someone said "sam gets shot by navient for unpaid student loans" and that is fucking funny and too real sam dies of muscular dystrophy and dean sings "heat of the moment" to congress to allow stem cell research? what. what could you possibly write from here. and why would you. I feel like any shitpost thing I say is still gonna be more clever than what they came up with and I'm not sure I should even watch it. I also hate the idea that buckleming would have the last word but it was surprisingly watchable is this SPN's equivalent of the candy epilogue, but with zero self-awareness? the network swooping in for a final "fuck you" like they did to mark sheppard? what. what even. I don't know if I want to know

#s15e19

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