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blvck-cherrie · 2 years

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𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 - Megumi Fushiguro x reader

Genres: Romance, mild fluff

Warnings: None. Gender neutral throughout except for the mention of ‘breasts’ just once.

Word Count: 2492

Summary: When Gojo asks you to move some stuff to the store room along with Megumi, you decide to take the elevator. Due to reasons, you are now stuck inside the elevator with him and that is when he confesses his feelings..

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School hours had ended long back; it was almost evening. You had spent the entire afternoon in your dorm, reading manga and doing some skincare. You loved pampering yourself like that. That's when you got a call from Megumi. You were now walking with him towards the Principal's office. He waited outside your room and you had joined him from there. Gojo Sensei apparently wanted to have some stuff moved to the store room on the building's last floor. Yuuji and Nobara were supposed to help too but they couldn't come as they claimed they 'had some work' to do. "Both of them? At the same time? Sounds sus-", you chuckled, "Are they secretly dating or what?" "Nobara must know better than to date an idiot", Megumi retorted, "Anyways I'm so not up for this work either. We should've skipped. That dimwit sensei can carry his stuff on his own." He spoke as he walked with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the tiled floor. There was just something so attractive about Megumi, be it the way he walked or spoke, he just looked incredibly charming no matter what he did. Even if it was something as simple as just standing. He might be soft spoken and introverted, but his presence alone asserted dominance wherever he went- at least over your mind. At this point, you couldn't deny that you found your eyes glued to him, against your will. Despite his beautiful features, there was something just so masculine about him- and not just his body.. although.. His body. You were absolutely attracted to him- in every way, shape and form- and given the way he generally behaved with you, you couldn't say he didn't have a thing for you too. You weren't quite sure, but he probably did. The only problem was, who would admit- "Isn't it a little too late to skip now?" you sighed in exhaustion, pointing towards the ever so energetic teacher standing in front of you, who had apparently heard you talk about skipping. "My precious students are this unwilling to help me out? I'm huuuurt-" he cried dramatically as he crawled behind you and hung both his arms around either of your shoulders, pushing the two of you towards the boxes that had to be moved. There weren't many, only about five or so. "Stop being overdramatic", Megumi sighed, his usual stoic expression, "What's in these anyways?" "Just some books- oh and that one has lighters and candles", Gojo said with a smile so genuine, as if there weren't candles but generations of wealth in it. "Candles??", you asked, confused. "Yeah, apparently they're used in certain sorcery." Yeah that was convincing. "Anyways now please get to work. There's a lot of boxes and, you can use the elevator", he said as he pointed to a corner, grinning. The school building was only a couple storeys so it didn't really need an elevator, but it had one just in case. Not that you had seen anyone use it though. "Ahh and Megumi, be a nice gentleman and don't let y/n strain herself over the boxes~" What was that? "Shut the hell up and mind your business", Megumi scowled. While you just stood there with a confused look and started to pick up one of the boxes, Gojo gave a pat on Megumi's shoulder and whispered something to him- "I'm rooting for you, don't mess this up". Megumi's brows furrowed, "Mess wha-" "Shhhh", he just hushed him and winked, "Good luck♡". And with that, he fled from the scene. "What happened, Megumi?" You could see him roll his eyes and massage his brows in frustration. "Uhhm- yeah- n- nothing.. Let me help you out.." "Huh? Uhm.. Okay-", you replied, half convinced it was nothing- still confused. You picked up a box, while he carried two and you both made your way to the elevator. The boxes were big and slightly heavy- at least for you, but his muscular arms seemed to carry them with ease. Your gaze fixated on his mildly flexed biceps that you saw through the tightened sleeve of his uniform, but you quickly looked away, flustered- in fear he would notice. You put down your box and called for the elevator. When it arrived, he motioned for you to get in first, "Don't worry about that

one, I'll bring it in." Such a gentleman. You couldn't help but swoon a little over him internally. He'd really taken Gojo's advice of not straining you seriously. He got in and set the boxes down. The door closed. It was silent inside, neither of you spoke. First floor. Second floor. You both waited for the door to open- but it didn't. "Why is it taking so lon- EEEEK-" The lights suddenly went off and you literally squealed. "M- Megumi-!?" It was pitch black. You hated darkness, you were so afraid of it. "Y/n.. You okay?!" he panicked. You shifted right next to him and clung to his arm, making him almost tip over the boxes stacked by his side. "I'm- I'm sorry I'm.. really.. scared.." He was surprised too, but he wasn't exactly expecting you to scream.. Or be this scared. But he found it cute nevertheless. He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down, "Hey.. Y/n.. don't worry its probably just a power failure. Let me try contacting Gojo sensei-" The warmth of his hand dissipated from your shoulder as he reached for the phone in his pocket. The faint brightness from his screen made you feel a tiny bit better but it still wasn't much light. "Shit, there's no range here." "N- no.. What do we do now?!" you said perturbed, your breathing now slightly picking up pace, as your heaving chest pressed further into his arm. You looked up at him and almost thought you imagined a soft red flush across his cheeks, from whatever you could make out in that dim light. You'd never held onto him like this before. "Uhmm.. Can you.. try from your phone?" He spoke, trying not to feel distracted by you next to him. "I.. Didn't bring mine.. Its charging in my room.." you said, sounding apologetic. "Uhh- this can't be helped then, can it?" "M- meaning we'll have to wait here until the power is restored?!" "I don't see another way.." "N- No no no I can't stay here!" you cried, never letting go of his arm. "Y/n-" "MEGUMI!!!", you cut him off, "PLEASE do something...!!!" "Uh.. Uhm.. Al- alright y/n I will figure something out but please calm down!" he exclaimed. You looked at him in silence, a worried look across your face. He brought his hand up to your cheek, hesitated a little, before finally placing it there. You blinked a little at the sudden contact, not noticing his hand before. "Don't be afraid y/n, you're not alone..", he whispered. "Mhmm.." You let go of him. You were clutching him tighter than you thought you were, realizing it only when you loosened your grip. You both sat on the floor of the elevator, illuminated dimly by the brightness of his phone's lockscreen- which was a picture of his dogs- on max, because you disliked phone flashlights, saying they were 'too much for your eyes', to which he had said you were being 'too picky for such a situation'. There wasn't anything much to do other than wait for help. That, and you both were tired as it is. You had been pressing all the buttons there while he had tried to force open the doors- none of which had worked. "I- I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to act so panicky or scream like that..", you said, finally calming down. "Haha, you don't have to apologize", he chuckled, "I should be sorry here..", he murmured that last one under his breath, his eyes darting away. You weren't meant to hear it. "Eh? For what?" "Erm- I- its nothing", he said, nervously ruffling his hair, the pink hue reappearing across his cheeks. "You said this outside the elevator as well", you said, lightly slapping his arm. How was he supposed to tell you he felt guilty for, well, thinking of your breasts when you were squeezing yourself against him. Not like he was at fault though. Now that you had reminded him of that hushed talk he had with Gojo earlier, he realized exactly why the elevator must've stopped. That damned Gojo, it was definitely his plan. Nobara and Yuuji are most certainly involved too- he cursed his useless friends and sensei in his head. You could see a nerve on his forehead pop as he made an annoyed expression. Is this the

antic you had up your sleeve this time? Good for nothing dimwits trying to play cupid. "You're making a funny face, Megumi, as if you're gonna devour this elevator", you giggled, "What's wrong" "Nothing" "You're giving me that again?! " And right when you were about to press on him to tell you, the light from his screensaver went off. "H- hey- you know I'm scared right.." "I'm sorry.. I'm right here, so don't worry.." He placed his hand over your own, which was resting between you both on the floor. You felt your heart skip a beat. His hand was so much softer, warmer and bigger than yours. "Wait, let me light a candle or I'll lose battery." As soon as he lit one, the entire space shone with golden light, but there was only one thing you could focus on, only one thing that drew your attention- his eyes. His seafoam eyes were always beautiful, but they looked mesmerizing beyond words in candle light. If there was one thing you had learned in that day, it was this. You felt like they were swallowing you- his eyes. You found yourself unable to look away even though you tried your best to. That was the longest you had ever held eye contact with each other. The soft diffused light made his sharp features radiate. "You okay?" You were brought back to reality. "Uh, uhm, yeah..". He placed the candle on the floor in a corner. His hands glowed under the candle's direct light. "Aren't you feeling hot?" What. His question was valid. It had already been more than twenty minutes since you both got stuck in the elevator. Anyone would feel hot wearing jackets in a closed space with a burning candle, but your mind drew some other meanings out of it. "Y/n?" "Uhm yeah, yeah.." "Mind if I take off my jacket?" What. Is. This. Man. Doing. If you didn't feel hot yet, you were feeling it now, and the heat went straight to your head. "Not at all.. You can go ahead", you said trying to keep your cool and your eyes got glued to him again. He stood up stretching his arms and took off the jujutsu school jacket, only to reveal a white shirt he was wearing underneath. "Why are you wearing a shirt inside your jacket?!" You genuinely meant to ask that. You were not expecting the shirt at all. "You think I'd strip in front of a woman in this compact elevator?" He raised an eyebrow. "No I didn't mean it like that!!!" You stood up, flapping your right hand nervously in front of your face, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. "The jacket is already hot enough and you don't really need to wear a shirt under so.." There was a bit of silence after that. Megumi didn't say anything. Shit, what did I just say?! I hope I didn't creep him out. You leaned against the wall to your side. You weren't expecting a response anymore. Internally, you had already stabbed yourself with a knife, because that's how embarrassing you ended up making the situation for yourself. "There's-" He finally decided to break the awkward silence. Dropping the jacket he had been clutching, on the floor, he took a step towards you. "Huh.. Yes..?" "There's something I've been meaning to tell you.. since quite some time now." Your eyes darted right at him, and though you didn't know what he would say, you mildly knew. You hoped it was that. "Yeah? Tell me?" "I- I don't know how to say this but.." He took a few more steps towards you, closing the distance between you both. Your back was already rested against the wall, but if you could, you'd step further back. Not that you were uncomfortable, but he just had this strong air about him, so determined, almost as if he were focusing on a domain expansion. You were kinda scared of what he might say. What if he doesn't like me and I'm just creeping him out? No no no no that can't- "I think.." You saw his hand raise and he leaned in towards your face. You just couldn't keep looking at him anymore, so you looked down. You only realized how close he really was to you by the distance between your feet, as you couldn't fully comprehend the closeness of your faces. He tucked a few loose strands of your hair

behind your ear and cupped your cheek and his hand slipped down gradually towards your jaw. "M- Megu..mi.." Your hand reached towards his. You had this urge to stop his hand, because he was making you feel things, but you didn't really want him to stop either. He was so close you could feel his breath on you. "I think I'm in love with you y/n". Your eyes widened and stared into his. He ever so gently grazed his thumb over your lower lip, so gently, that you thought you only imagined it. He waited for your response. "I- I've always l-liked you too.." Your breath was shaky as you said it. Your heart wanted to leap out of your chest. "S- so.. Am I allowed to do this..?" He asked, leaning in further so your lips were only centimeters apart. You were silent for a while before responding. "Hm.. Mhmm". That was the only conformation he needed. His lips crashed right into yours, making your head touch the wall. You were surprised at how the kiss felt so much stronger as compared to how gently he had just been speaking. You kissed him back, clutching the side of his shirt. And just then, the doors began to open- you both abruptly pulled back, only to see Yuuji and Nobara outside. "Awwwhh, lovebirds~", they both squealed, sounding completely aware of whatever happened between the two of you. "You bastards, you could've found a better way to play cupid", Megumi hissed, and that is when you understood it was all planned. Initially you were mad at Megumi, but then you learned he didn't know about it as well. You were glad for whatever happened and you and Megumi started dating soon after that.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it! Let me know your thoughts in the comments and please look forward to more on this blog. Feel free to send me a message whenever! I’ll post next week after this.

Also, next post will be either a draken x reader or megumi x reader again. Should I start taking requests though?

Anyways, bye for now ily 🖤

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aworldoffandoms · 4 years

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51 + 35 with Bryce 🥺💕

Authors Note: Please don’t hate me with this one. It’s going to huuuurt. Bryce and MC pairing this time! I had fun writing for Bryce. It was different but fun.

Hope you enjoy this fic, nonny! 💗

Prompt is: what are you doing here + don’t do this to me

Prompt is in bold.

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Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 1, 518 (give or take)

Rating: PG (for swearing)

Warnings: No warnings. Just angst. All the angst in this one.

Summary: Bryce comes to explain himself for what he’s done. Will Nicolette let him?

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HEARTBREAK

Nicolette scrolls through her Instagram feed, liking a bunch of photos absentmindedly without actually looking at them. She has too much on her mind. Her heart aches. Her muscles are sore and she swears she’s been crying for three days straight with how much her face feels all puffy and red.

She’s disrupted from her idle viewing when there is a knock at the door. She heaves a deep breath before calling out to them. It’s probably Sienna or Aurora, however, she wasn’t sure why they were knocking considering they have keys.

“Come in! It’s open.”

The figure who steps through the door is the last person Nicolette expects to see and her mouth twists in displeasure.

“What are you doing here?”

Bryce stands in the doorway awkwardly, his posture tense, the lines of his shoulders strung tight like a string pulled taut. The look on Nicolette's face makes his heart ache and makes him feel like shit again. Not that he already feels like shit. He hasn't slept in three days, he needs to wash his hair and the shadow on his jawline clues to the fact that he hasn't bothered to shave.

Nicolette stands for a few seconds, then steps back to let him in the frown still evident on her face. She pads over to the kitchen, Bryce following close behind. He stands on the opposite side of the granite benchtop so he was a few metres away from her spot on the other end, he didn't want to stand near her because whenever he does she flinches away from him.

The air is stale and thick with tension, the clicking of the clock on the wall the only sound permeating the cloud of silence between them. He wants to get rid of the heaviness surrounding them both so Bryce opens his mouth to talk, wanting to apologise about what he did. To find any excuse to make it better but he can’t. He knows what he did was wrong.

He hates himself for doing it. He never thought he’d be one of those guys.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, the dirty strands sticking up after his fingers left it and swung down to his side to rest limply against his thigh. There wasn't any time like the present to try and explain himself.

“Look, Nicolette… I know that I can’t say anything to make this better but I do want you to know that I love you and I—”

Nicolette slams a hand against the benchtop, the sound reverberating around the room, making Bryce jump at the unexpected sound. Nicolette looks at him, her eyes shining with the unshed tears she promised herself she wouldn’t shed. Not for him. Not for this man who broke her heart so spectacularly.

“Don’t try and say those words to me after what you did,” Nicolette tries to make her voice sound not as pathetic as it does but she can’t stop now after she’s started. She’ll wallow in her heartbreak later.

“You broke whatever we had, Bryce. I loved you. I loved you so goddamn much that I was willing to follow you anywhere. Even follow you after our residencies finished at Edenbrook, to tell with everything else, but y’ know what?”

Bryce swallows against the lump in his throat, knowing the words that will come out of her mouth.

“That isn't going to happen...at least not anymore…” Nicolette trails off, puffing out a bitter laugh. “Guess the jokes on me then, huh?”

Bryce watches as she runs a hand through her hair, the bags underneath her eyes more prominent under the fluorescent lighting. His heart aches for her a little more because he knew that he’s the cause of it.

There's a smile on her face but its not warm. It's thin, lifeless and self-loathing. “God. Listen to me. I'm not the kind of girl to get hung up on a guy like this! I'm the youngest junior fellow in a world-renowned diagnostics team for chrissake! I am a goddamn amazing doctor and here I am heartbroken over some guy. Pathetic.”

Nicolette shakes her head, turning away from Bryce and closing her eyes, her thumb and forefinger against the bridge of her nose in frustration.

Bryce's hands twitch to comfort her and he almost does, his feet moving closer to her before he stops himself. He doesn’t want to make the situation worse than it already is.

The heavy silence falls on them again and he needs to say something otherwise he'll never have the courage to do it.

“I never meant to hurt you like this, Nic. It was just a moment of weakness. I don't know what I was thinking.”

Nicolette scoffs, turning around and pins Bryce with a glare so violent he has to take a step back.

“You blame this on a short moment of missing clarity? What the hell, Bryce? You think I'm fucking stupid or something?”

“Of course I don't. I just want to state my case.”

Nicolette spreads her arm out in a show of letting him do just that. “I'm not stopping you. Please, enlighten me about this lapse in judgement not that it’s really needed.”

It wasn't lost on Bryce the amount of sarcasm that’s dripping from her tone but Bryce sighs anyway and leans against the countertop, clearing his throat to speak.

“We were friends in high school and she just so happened to be in Boston for a tech conference and we bumped into each other at Donahue’s and we got talking, we laughed, we drank...a lot, and then the next thing I knew…”

Nicolette’s fists clench at her sides and Bryce can see her jaw working against her clenched teeth. He really shouldn’t be saying things like this but she said she wanted to hear so he’s telling her.

Bryce takes a deep breath, running a despondent hand through his dark locks, grimacing as he says the next words.

“We slept together.”

A sharp intake of breath is heard and Bryce snaps his head to the sound and what he finds makes his heart shatter all over again. He did this. He was making her feel this pain. Bryce could see the wave of emotion crash over her again and again.

Bryce pushes away from his perch against the edge of the countertop and makes his way over to his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?) and reaches out to comfort her but Nicolette recoils from his touch.

“Don’t touch me.” Nicolette hisses, the venom in her voice thick and deadly.

She moves over to the far corner of the kitchen, furthest away from him. She looks up at him, her face carefully blank but her voice plaintive. “Why, Bryce? Why is it you are having the guts to tell me this now when you could have told me a week ago? I had to find out from Danny...” Nicolette’s voice cracks and a small sob rips from her throat, tears tracking down her face in a steady stream.

He rubs the back of his neck in a nervous tick. Yeah, keeping it a secret didn’t work well. Nicolette’s been shutting him out for the past three days. He didn’t blame her.

“I know I should have told you straight away but...it just happened and it didn’t mean anything I swear. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you and she means nothing to me—”

Nicolette holds up a hand, her tears coming to a sudden stop as she stares at the man she thought would never hurt her, her green emerald eyes are iridescent in their beauty but also shows the pain of his words, the anger at his confession, the utter misery this has caused her.

Bryce wants to throw up.

“Don’t…” Nicolette says in a dangerously low voice, the tone of it on the verge of cracking into something less dignified that she wants it to. “Don’t do this to me, Bryce. Don’t say those words because you have hurt me, beyond even you can imagine.”

Bryce flinches at the defeated tone in her voice and tears burn his eyes at the thought of this being the reason to lose her. He can’t lose her.

“Please, Nicolette...I can’t lose you. Please.”

Nicolette breathes out a laugh, it wasn’t humorous at all. It’s cold and shallow.

“Too late for that now, Bryce. You should have thought about how much I meant to you before you slept with another woman. Now, get out.”

Nicolette points to the door, her face turned away from him as she shields her expression from him and he’s barred from those vivid green eyes that Bryce loves so much.

He resists the urge to push, to beg, to fight for her but he knows that it’s a losing battle. Nicolette Valentine was a stubborn woman and she wasn’t going to budge. He has to give her time and time he’ll give her.

Pain like tiny shards of glass pierces his heart as he steps away from Nicolette, and out the door. He walks down the hall and winces as he hears the loud, painful sobs of the woman he loves, the heartbreak poignant and visceral.

He’s really fucked up this time.

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curiousartemis · 4 years

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Headcanon time! Cas has a sparing session with Galmar occasionally to keep up his sword skills; this particular spar leaves him sore and exhausted, and tho he doesn't complain about it (much) he takes a long bath, grabs a book, and curls up on Ulfric's lap in the sitting room. Cas intends to read but he ends up falling asleep rather quickly. Ulfric smiles and brings him to bed. (Cause falling asleep, all cozy, after a warm bath/ shower is one of the best things)

Old Married Couple alert 🚨🚨 Casien’s nearing 40 here (which puts Ulfric in his late 50s).

“Everything huuuurts,” I moaned, as I leaned against the back of the tub and allowed the lukewarm water to slowly drain away from around me. Soaking in specialty salts and oils hadn’t done much to relieve the ache in my muscles, and I felt the only way to make myself feel truly better about the situation was to complain.

I pouted when there was no response forthcoming. After a second, I forced myself to slowly rise to my feet, carefully stepping out of the bath. I couldn’t help wincing as I tried to put weight on my slightly swollen ankle—how had soaking in the bath made it worse?

“Come help me,” I called out.

I heard the faint sound of rustling papers, then a heavy chair scraping back against the rug in the study. A few seconds later, my husband appeared in the doorway.

“I can’t walk,” I said, aiming my pout at him.

“You might try putting weight on it,” he advised, reaching for the robe that hung on a peg near the sink.

“But it hurts,” I said, shifting so he could help me into the robe.

“It will hurt less if you try to walk on it. If you continue to favor it, you will only worsen the recovery.” He stooped a little, one arm sliding around my waist. “Put your arm around my shoulders.”

I did, and he lifted me up into his arms, carrying me to one of the chairs in the bedroom beside the fireplace. He sat down, settling me in his lap. It was quite a cozy, comfortable position.

“Galmar shouldn’t be as strong as he is,” I said, closing my eyes and snuggling against him. “He’s getting old. It isn’t fair.”

“Mm.”

“And I told Ania, I didn’t want to do this if it were with anyone but her or Una or Hasan. I think Galmar heard about it and wanted to get back at me.”

“Get back at you? For what?”

“For when you made him train me, before the war. Before the first war,” I added, quickly correcting myself.

“I hardly think that likely.”

“You give him too much credit. He’s devious, you know. Where do you think the girls get it?”

“From their mother?”

“I’m telling Lia you said that.”

I sighed and relaxed completely against him. I thought about asking him to fetch one of the books from the table; it was probably poetry, as that was nearly all he read for pleasure these days, save the occasional folktale or historical recounting. But I had a feeling I’d be too tired to listen.

I groaned as a muscle began to spasm faintly in my left leg.

“I’m officially too old to do this,” I said, then I frowned. “Stop glaring at me.”

“I am not glaring at you.”

“You are.”

“I am nearly 20 years older than you. You cannot complain about being ‘too old’ for anything after I’ve just carried you from the bath as if you were a delicate Rihadi princeling.”

I huffed and wiggled my toes.

“I can be delicate. Anyway, my body clearly just isn’t cut out for this sort of thing. You’re just going to have to accept being married to a man with a bit of belly.”

“I shall learn to endure it.”

“Does ‘endure’ mean ‘kissing’?” I asked, yawning.

My eyes had slid closed at that point, and I was rather in danger of falling asleep. I managed a sleepy giggle when I felt his fingertips slip inside the robe to tickle my stomach.

“I like kissing more,” I murmured.

“Oh…?”

But any kissing would have to wait. The last thing I remember was being eventually carried from the chair to the bed. I only knew that he had removed the robe because I woke up the next morning naked beside him.

Then came the kissing. It was worth the wait.

#ulfrien #ulfric stormcloak #casien yedlin #skyrim #fanfiction #fic: casien #oblique reference to something #that will happen off camera #in the distant future #maraleesquill

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elizabethrobertajones · 5 years

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This episode is the Worst I had to lie to my mum when I came downstairs trembling and tear-stained to get a cup of tea to recover, and play it all off as cold symptoms, and now I feel complicit in some sort of deceit with the episode and like Meredith broke the fourth wall through sheer pain.

Good morning, I slept in until seven after they started digging up the road outside at 9pm at night, so I still kinda have a lingering headache from that, but I'm pretty sure Meredith is about to make good on the Dean n Jack murder pact or something else of that level of awfulness so... *deep breath*

YAY it is Lily!! I mean it was pretty obvious from the costuming because wow she's a distinct person but idk maybe some people thought it was her mom?

Anyway getting a recap just of how terribly Jack is doing and then also a reminder of Lily Sunder is just.. Good recap. *kisses fingers*

(*curls up in agony*)

In all the drama I never noticed Rowena being among those who yelled "Jack!" when he went down and to be honest she knew him five minutes and I'm crediting all that panic in her voice to his absolutely ridiculous powers of being the most adoptable creature in the cosmos. You take one look at him and you want to make sure his shoelaces are tied properly and he has a glass of milk.

Anyway he totally caught Rowena off her guard and made her express an Emotion(TM) that was not spite and a good chunk of that is new and improved Rowena of the last year or so, but also just... She bonded HARD :P

Ironically I left the spoon in my coffee in my haste to get up here and start watching so now I will drink it like that and possibly exit the episode also wearing an eye patch

I watched a second and tucked the largest, most comforting stuffed toy this family owns under my arm. Yes, not my personal stash of friends, the family heirloom squishy guy who has been with us through all the worst stuff D:

The framing is Sam sitting at Jack's bedside, Dad no.1 as season 13 firmly established for us, and the dad with the closest traditional relationship of father/son to Jack. Then Cas hovers nearby, struggling to be as close but still Dad no.2 with the ongoing and uncomplicated connection to Jack in the sense that both just sort of accept they're now father and son without any debate or internal wrangling, and that's always been Jack's in with the family and the way he inadvertently got Cas to vouch for him from beyond the grave when he said Castiel was his father and Sam immediately just flipped to Team Jack, not, of course, that he'd not been giving him a huge chance and trying to reach out to him already, but that was his "oh shit this is now my son because Cas is dead" moment.

Finally, Dean fills the foreground, face in shadow, the conflicted Dad no.3 who can't even face his dying son, taking it personally because this is literally the fourth smol child he's taken under his wing who he then lost, from Sam, Ben, Emma, a truly tragic collection of lost children. He resisted adopting Jack because he couldn't be a parent again, not after what Sam put him through as a parent, and yet Jack, the most adoptable boy in the cosmos, eventually wormed his way under Dean's skin too, and by the end of season 13 Dean was acting fatherly towards him and by this season Dean's been opening up the doors and letting Jack be his son. And. Whoops. As SOON as you took him on a hunt for one on one father son bonding time, look what happened.

And so Dean will lurk in the foreground, not looking at Jack, peering moodily into some dark empty box that metaphorically is his soul or his remaining ability to cope with losing children or some such nonsense. The pandora's box of parenthood. He's full on dark romantic hero brooding.

OH NO IT IS A RECORD PLAYER NOT A BOX

I need our family to retroactively adopt a larger, squishier friend to hug in this trying time

Having archived every single one of my watching notes ever between last episode and this episode, I'm more than usually pained by Dean's "not meant to be crap" line because he's been resisting it the entire frikkin time, when Sam kept, even long long long before they knew their real destinies, musing if HIS own personal angst was meant to be and Dean was like don't give me that destiny crap. I swear there's lines about this back in season 2 or 3 when Sam is musing on his powers and the grim lot fate had dealt them. This is a callback line to Dean dealing with his own sense of unravelling control and pure panic about what was happening to Sam, back when that was a thing in the very early seasons and he was having to face the kid he raised from a baby amongst all that tragedy now recklessly declaring all sorts of horrific things about not being able to resist his destiny. Oh, also, in season 2, while under a murder pact from John about killing him if he couldn't save him.

Honestly, it's barely a relationship worth mentioning if you don't have a murder pact going with Dean. Ben is literally the only one of all 4 children AND CLAIRE who hasn't had one with Dean.

If this episode involves Dean bringing any of his records in to play for Jack I'm gonna go out in my pyjamas and take a long walk to the sea and then keep walking once I reach it

Dean you did not walk nearly far enough for Jack to not hear you thump the wall outside his room

PS: totally figured the promo scene was an early emotional beat between Dean and Cas which utterly delights me because the earlier that came in the episode the better as it meant less and less chance it was about anything other than Dean and Cas having an intense relationship over this whole thing.

Jack is the absolute worst about dying. He's this saintly angelic little boy from like, no later than 1900s literature, who exists only to bravely suffer and love with his whole heart. He's snatched out of an era when kids needed morality tales about how to die politely of consumption with the least amount of fuss for their parents and 300 siblings.

How dare you fucking die selflessly. Humanity is at its Bithc This Isn't Fair stage. Throw a fit. Go walk into the sea out of protest.

Okay you're in Kansas I understand how that is an unrelastic option and I grew up spoiled by the immediate location of the sea should I ever need to walk into it.

This show has never made me cry before the title card before.

This is the Pippin and Gandalf scene from Return of the King with the whole Into the West thing that they wrote for a sick fan who died before the movie came out and literally Annie Lennox sings what would be Jack's THEME for this scene.

Sam is horrified that Jack didn't even live long enough for a LotR marathon to explain the reference that's making him bawl.

I LOVE that this scene with Dean n Cas is just about Dean being a wuss about watching his son die because that's so much worse than Jack having asked for a mercy kill or anything. And this all before the title card. Cas tearing Dean a new one about going in and watching your son die smiling beautifully like a little cherub who can't wait to find out what happens next.

Jack's gonna be dead before the title card, isn't he?

Oof.

Hey, Dean, one more reason to hate yourself :) :) :)

Also robbed Cas of watching him go.

But I think tbh they could have done this if Dean wasn't being a coward about watching Jack die that they would leave Sam to sit at this side in the last moment.

Ugh, my eyes are leaking too much to type. What the hell is all this wet stuff coming out of them.

I've never seen a TFW shot where Sam was the shortest but he is slumped over like someone cut all his strings.

"Your brother's in pain" AND WE'RE NOT? YOU'RE NOT? CAS ISN'T?

Dean stopping Cas going after Sam with just a catch of his shoulder... Ugh. The two of them are still connected through all this in a way where Cas and Dean are connected whether Dean's in the most obvious pain or Sam is.

Cas, pls be selfish and in the most obvious pain at some point this episode.

Oh please don't make me watch Dean telling his mom that Jack died

please

I beg you

They put a photo of Kelly next to Jack's bed D: Or has he always had that?

That's not even the photo that Cas had pinned to his board in 12x10 and yes I went and checked, I'm leaking tears too much to watch because Cas is standing over him and this is going to be the worst while Dean's answerphone message lays over the top.

I'm so not here to watch TFW mourn their son.

They had him for like a WEEK this SUCKS.

ALso I said "please don't make me watch" so they cut away to Cas mourning silently while Dean talks to Mary's answerphone because Meredith is an evil fairy who whimsically takes your wishes and twists them into even worse options.

*takes my glasses off and throws them aside angrily when Sam emerges carrying a duffel over his shoulder and wearing the fucking orange jacket he first met Jack in*

God, I don't even wear them for focus, just lack of headaches. Why was I bothering.

7x10 and this episode are probably going to be unholy companions in this show's canon

"She's come down with acute Tear Duct Blockage. The only option is head amputation or we make her cry, NOW" "Don't worry, I have just the thing."

Dean this answerphone message huuuurts

Also explains the Buckleming issue of not calling Mary, to just say, yeah, it escalated, rapidly.

Your brother is storming off and Cas is broken.

If I have to see Cas see a set of PB&J crusts and a glass of milk identical to what Dean saw in 9x10 I'm - well, I'm still here instead of walking off into the sea so my threats are starting to look a bit performative. BUT I'M THINKING IT.

Cas watches Sam go, while Dean is being dwarfed by the bunker and obfuscated by its maze of corridors.

*presses my hands over my eyeballs* STOP. STOP IT. GOD. You're not even sobbing or anything you're just lEAKING. This is so annoying! I'm gonna dehydrate and they'll find a shrivelled skellington here and I'll go with just a few quiet sniffs and a dumb smile on my face like fucking Jack did.

Now I'm just distraught about the first time ever in canon we see Cas drive, it's in his dumb blue car and Dean's broken and not up for driving even if Sam presumably hadn't stolen the car for his errand/driving until he finds the sea and walking off into it mission. All my myriad fantasies about Cas behind the wheel of the impala and Dean grinning at him like yeah that's my baby (which one is he talking about?), and nope we're getting Cas's little partymobile and Dean's mute expression of grief.

NEVER MIND THEY SHOWED ME SAM CURLED UP ON THE GROUND USING THE IMPALA AS A BELOVED FAMILY HEIRLOOM TO HUG AND I SOBBED OUT LOUD FUCK YOU MEREDITH FUCK YOU

I need the tissues why were they not here in preparation for this episode

I need to avoid my mum all day on the ground of spoilers because my face is a walking spoiler

"TELL ME YOU DIDN'T MAKE A DEAL" "wha- no, I'm trying to make a pyre"

Making a pyre doesn't usually involve curling up on the floor.

Cas is getting an accidental glimpse of 13x01's emotional landscape, not that anyone will tell him this was what it was like for Dean, that we now have Sam in the spot of. We're getting some mirror image missing moments, like we just saw Dean get the axe out but did see him begging God... in this one we see Sam go take it out on a tree.

Incidentally I re-read all of Terrible Coffee AU two days ago for Reasons and the scene where Sam is whaling on a tree while screaming into the sky is pretty much this. Which is fucking hilarious that 2 years ago I decided Sam taking out his feelings on the local trees was a Thing when he was depressed.

(I wrote that scene the day Eileen was murdered on the show and honestly at the time he was mostly just angry on canon!Sam's behalf and I figured I'd come up with plot reasons later.)

Oh, they weren't driving the party!mobile, they were driving something else. I'm not even gonna ask where they get these vehicles

Yeah I'm harping on Dabb vs cars because Cas is talking about Jack's story ending like this and certainty of death for angels and this is just... the worst.

the story line - Cas deciding how their stories go. Dean resisting the how it's supposed to be of Jack's death. TFW want to take the narrative into their own hands. We KNOW in this world deaths are stored in notebooks, potential ways to pass that you skate past until one claims you. They're free to write their own stories but the ending is always pre-written for them... It's just a matter of which one. But Cas especially... Jack was supposed to bring paradise, and maybe the emotional landscape between season 12 and 14 is a gulf of difference in their openness and bonds, largely facilitated by Jack's presence in the narrative and relentless open love for everyone who was nice to him and even those who weren't in Dean's case. He breezed through their lives, manic pixie dream girl'd them to emotional health, and mayfly'd out. But that's THEIR stories. That's not JACK's story. That's not the epic destiny something as cosmically powerful as him was due, and the potential he was shown to have... It abruptly gets into the territory of Dany having her whole Stallion That Mounts the World prophecy for the son she lost... I've not watched the TV show since it diverged so wildly I couldn't hack it any more, but the books with everyone wondering if, like, Jon Snow was this guy instead, etc, picking this that and the other guy... what if Dany's lost child WAS the only one it applied to and the prophecy just fizzled out? ASoIaF looms over Jack's narrative... He's literally been framed against an Iron Throne in the past, and his character arc for parts of season 13 was a sort of anti-Joffrey in many ways. And then in death, GRRM's unromantic look at fairytales and heroic narratives comes for him too, that maybe it doesn't always happen like the stories say...

... but of course, he also has LotR coding, and in THAT regard, Sam Gamgee has his good old speech about the heroes in the stories and how we relate to them and are inspired by them and become them. The stories that matter. And Jack's was supposed to be one of those. In a way, their lives have been so epic that Jack mostly having a personal impact rather than a cosmic one seems wrong to them. That he didn't become the great hero of his own story, but was a tragic hero who ran a dramatic but personal arc and burned out because his asshole father killed him and his asshole uncle presumably finished him off with an experiment in grace transfusion. At least if my dashboard is to be believed :P It's inconcievable to TFW, the "making it up as we go" people who tore up the script and threw away the pages, that they can't just make this happen or that Jack didn't serve some great purpose. Even men as weary of Destiny as they are, struggle. Just because that was their lives, so how could the son of all three of them not follow in all his fathers' footsteps?

"Jack being taken before his time... Being taken before *me*" Cas shut the fuck up.

But that is the speech from Theoden, and once again Sam is Gandalf, which is fucking hilarious that Sam's been Gandalf TWICE this episode.

Ever it's grown on the tombs of my forebears...

you have four bears???

God dammit that joke didn't stop me crying as they go knock their glasses together and hold Jack's lil 3 dads wake

3 Dads Wake is a great name for a whiskey

God, Cas is drinking.

CAS.

They need to give him like one bottle to every finger of whiskey they drink but dammit if they don't get Cas loaded.

Letting them talk privately about how aweomse Jack was and not letting us hear it is a crime

Listen you don't even know me if you didn't think as soon as the nougat appeared on screen I didn't hit pause and sob for a whole minute with my hands over my face

Officially worse than bobby and the goddamn licorice conversation

Cas laughing with caramel hanging out of his mouth is the worst thing the sho whas ever done and I'm suing for emotional damage

Imagine being one of the bitter stans who hates one or more of TFW or Jack right now watching this scene. God, are you even human. They're eating Jack's secret nougat stash they all pretended they didn't know he had.

I can't believe I'm now thinking that Lily showing up will probably be a lighthearted way to bring up the mood of the episode.

Cas is offficially wobbly! We have Cas tipsyness!!

Sam tapping out first. Oh no. Don't leave. Don't.

Fuck you Sam Winchester how dare you canonically be the most lightweight of TFW consistently for the entire show and need to go crash off the side of your bed and sleep on the floor while Dean n Cas are still drinking together.

Did Dean seriously outdrink Cas.

Well that's... something.

I am gonna cling to that like a rock in the churning sea I have walked out into.

Also I managed to calm myself down with walking around my room taking deep breaths so I could go downstairs pretending not to be a wreck, so I could get tea, and my mum made me finish the sudoku for her. I don't have the heart to show her this episode. She loves Jack more than anyone in this god damn fandom and maybe more than Cas does. Maybe I'll lie to her and say the show ended last episode and Jack was fine hahahahaaaa

OH FUCK I hit play and there was a single line of dialogue for the whole wake. Dean drunkenly slurring to Cas, I think, you know we did everything we could, right?

I'm...

*walks further out into the ocean*

"Here's to you Jack, wherever you are" I am not okay.

Oh fork you Meredith we did not need to see the boy in Heaven eating burgers.

Oh fork you Meredith we did not need to see the boy in Heaven eating burgers while on a case with all of his dads.

OH SON OF A BENCH THIS IS THE DODGE CITY CASE AKA 13x06 MEREDITH YOU DINK.

Oh dear, Heaven is broken. Who was the ashhole who was saying that Jack should die so that he can go to Heaven so he's well-placed to help deal with all this nonsense.

LOL Jack would be the sort of person who goes to Heaven and doesn't need more than a second of prompting to be like oh wait I am dead and in Heaven, and just, like... Go open the door. Just pop his head out like cooee I wanna hang with my dads anyone here to replace the bulb in the sun so I can carry on hanging out here for eternity?

Like, seriously, I'm dead, this is when I am supposed to catch a break.

Let The Boy Say Fork.

Listen, secondary to his power to be adopted by everyone on sight, Jack is uncanny also with just walking into trouble.

And to try and be clam for a moment, this is Jack getting pulled back into the story, but not just by unfortunate happenstance, because he was the one with the sharpness, the cosmic awareness even on this level that Heaven just doesn't quiiiiite work for him in the way it's supposed to even if say it was at full power, that he is the one who voluntarily not just understands instantly that something is wrong, but then is fully snapped back to his old self, and chooses to open the door, and that is the moment of choosing to continue his story, at least for now.

It's like how the last time we saw Bobby chronologically was in Inside Man and Cas and Sam woke him from his repose and got the fighting spirit back into him enough to open his own door and rejoin the story for one last hurrah... And it was a choice there too, a moment of once more telling the natural order to screw itself, Bobby could step outside the proscribed ending of his narrative one last time.

Unless Jack finds him and is adopted on sight today.

Sam looks way too healthy.

Invigorated by having a Plan

Lils. Finally getting to see the Bunker filled with all her stolen research notes.

And no that wasn't canon before, but boy am I hoping she recognises her research amongst all the bunker's angel lore.

Men stealing fuckin everything

"We've never looked through Kevin's angel tablet translations"

HAVEN'T WE?

WE HAVEN'T

THEY HAVE BEEN THERE

FIVE

FUCKING

YEARS

And every forking time something comes up where they might be useful I say, HEY WHAT ABOUT KEVIN'S ANGEL TABLET TRANSLATIONS?

and the show says

hey so we don't have the angel tablet but we do have the demon tablet

and I'm like I'm sure that won't have any dumb side effects that could be avoided by having the angel tablet translation just on hand in your archive

did Meredith hear me screeching

because I screeched very very loud after 13x14

13x13 sorry

that was Bucklemming handing her the wrong fucking tablet

this is bitter vindication but feels even better than her and Bobo remembering the grace extracting needle in 12x19

Glynn is a fucking gift.

On the other hand this episode now is pulling on 9x06 and 12x10 at once and that makes me feel woozy

I can't deal with a Glockeybo combo

Also waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Kevin's handwriting. I can't deal with that AND Bobby memories AND FUCKING NOUGAT DEATH

Which I mean I do feel instantly better about once he opened the door and let himself back into the story and I stopped crying at once and cheered up and Lily is indeed providing much needed relief, wild as that all sounds.

Lily trying to explain her soul magic to Sam and Dean, rubes who haven't done a single enochian calculation in their lives.

Wait, no, Sam has done one, in ... 12x19 ...

But yeah, a rube and a completely self-taught asshole who knows like one thing about it.

And she's like oh yeah just use his soul and they're like AAH WTF LILY and she's like er this is the most obvious thing in the world what is the problem here

where are my cas reaction shots

Jack wearing an eyepatch for the rest of the show would be adorable and hilarious

"it won't cost much... he'll never miss it" trust me his soul is enormous and boated with sweet nougat love, he can spare it, guys.

Dean being able to say "Jack's dead" one day later, when he couldn't say it about Cas practically until he was BACK

Nice trade. TECHNICALLY nothing dodgy about it at all, at least in the sense that aside from resurrection consent issues from Jack, once he's back the choice is still on him to choose to grow old and die as Lily has done, or even to stop using the magic to sustain himself and die again immediately if he is squicked out by it... Or it all comes from trading on his OWN soul power.

Definitely better than demon deals or having any favours looming over them etc

And with Heaven in the state it's in, honestly sending Lily there might be easier than they think if NO ONE IS LEFT TO RUN IT.

Er, imminent ghostpocalypse issues aside.

We're in ghostpocalypse territory as of a minute ago show time, btw.

Cas has quietly observed all this chatter and we get back to him when he says, "Don't you think Jack should decide for himself" so honestly Cas is right there with me, and I always like when me and Cas are the ones agreeing on a thing in the episode.

Obligatory reminder that Sam is more aware than most about soul stuff

*takes another piece of coal off the pile I was going to send Meredith for ruining christmas*

HEY, ANUBIS.

Don't tell him about what they did to Osiris

Unless that would amuse him

Wait never mind Meredith is literally throwing in amusing snark about 7x04 which I think when Adam Glass disowned that episode (despite how I actually think it's really good and he was too hard on it) he never expected anyone would ever want to throw in amused references about it in canon ever again.

"When God left - sorry, long story - " Lily is one of the few people who seems able to conceptually roll with the nonsense TFW deals in all day.

She should join the squad. Always room for a 100 year old badass with deep enochian lore knowledge.

I'm sorry has Jack crashed Kelly's heaven or is this a rando little girl. I immediately thought she was Kelly in the long shot and they substituted a lil girl for POV when we got closer and actually had to go back and look again and she was the little girl all along.

This also conceptually looks so much like Cas's eternal tuesday afternoon.. A rainy, flower-filled garden.

Roosevelt looks SO much like the doggie in 11x20 aside from anything else

IT IS KELLY

This is horrifying since they never ever got to meet ever until now and I'm suing Meredith

I mean I'm already suing her but I'm just adding this to the list of complaints. My laywers are working overtime on this episode.

FORK!! THEY GOT HER BACK FROM LEGENDS OF TOMORROW FOR A DAY!!!!

Can Kelly and Jack go on a rampage around Heaven to fix things?

Her hair is suspiciously darker from the back which I think is her Legends look from the gifs I've seen

Wait, Bobby had a forking dog called Rumsfeld, and Kelly has Roosevelt.

"Hi mom you're dead"

".......................................................... NOooOoOooooOOoo No no no baby no"

Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Dean resisting the spell and complainging "gotta happen, no other way" is making me feel like the Heaven Drama is going to smack them right before they can get it all done and give them a LOT MORE to worry about than Jack but also give them a roundabout way to see him again and also, of course, mean Lily might be useful for an entirely other purpose while she's here...

Dean right now is rationalising this through the lens of that all their terrible deals have been terrible and that this is just one more step on the Winchester life and death merry-go-round, and of course that Jack is about to get the full family treatment he deserves. But that's the Winchester lens of looking at things that even when deaths are brutal and lives cut unfairly short, there's going to be a way to bring them back if they haven't finished their stories. John finished his, in 2x22 seeing Dean get the revenge he needed to be at peace, but everyone else...

Is it ethically right to put Jack on that merry-go-round when he smiled sweetly and died with as much enthusiasm as he gave pretty much everything in his life?

The table lamps are out in the bunker D: them being dark is so ominous

And Cas shows up like shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit something worse going on guys

They're so casual about just summoning gods into their front room these days

Of course they're doing it in the spot in front of the door with the war room behind in one direction... The opposite end of the library to where they opened the rift.

Sam picks his way through the wet paint but Dean stands right in the centre of this circle for SUMMONING THE GOD WHO DECIDES WHO LIVES AND DIES AND WHERE THEY GO to have this lil chat with Lil?

And now Dean steps out of it and corners her with the obvious question - what's wrong with your magic and why are you risking going to Hell to stop using it entirely?

I'm so sorry you have to look at more dead angels, Cas

I'm also so sorry they were killed by black slime because wow after season 7 that was a laugh and a half for you

... Can you swear in the hallways of Heaven?

DUMA LIVES

(probably "for now" though hopefully longer than that)

Ma'am are you aware you have a Nougat on the loose too

I'd love it if Cas is like hi what's happening also have you seen my son

This actress needs to come back for a 3rd time to follow Dean around in a crisis moment.

OH NO now Cas is coming to the heaven memory and seeing what Jack considered his best memory

YEAH. I knew Naomi would show up, I just didn't know when :D

(She wasn't in the credits as far as I could tell but I already sort of knew they were leaving people off? Or maybe I was thinking lol I bet Amanda Tapping is in this episode and they won't tell us... On the other hand she mAY have been in the credits but I was WEEPING MY EYES OUT so didn't clock her despite my efforts to hold myself together and see who was coming up on screen)

Naomi doesn't have the most dramatic entrance on the show but she sure is racking up points for good entrances one at a time each time she appears. She never just, like... toddles onto screen normally.

"Perhaps the angel side of him knew he was in Heaven" honestly the most tragic thing I was trying not to think about is that he knew the entire time but he was willing to play along and enjoy hanging with his dads for eternity despite that.

Oh man it's another dispute over who owns Jack. Is this kid never going to be allowed to just sit and eat burgers and nougat? (Hopefully not at the same time)

Also based on last episode where it seemed like the Empty was awakening but had Lucifer's eyes and we were all NOOO fork that!! is there some more complicated forked up aspect to what's going on or is it just itself and awake and coming for Jack?

I love how Naomi just casually knows how many people are in Heaven

"What's one nephilim boy against all that?" "But he's MY nephilim boy!!"

OH NO NAOMI

NOT LIKE THIIIIIS

We better get an answer on her state by the end of the episode because she's my fave villain bar Metatron on the entire show and devouring her in shadow is just... yikes.

"give it a sec" *POOF* Anubis is prompt, okay.

He probably honestly is somewhat slighted that they're 14 years into their career and he hasn't clapped eyes on them.

"Yeah, we've died." "A LOT."

I honestly, at this point, do not blame them for their lax attitude towards the permanence of death. They need a lot of counselling they're not getting and until they do they really are going to always be terrible at this.

A brief moment where Anubis is like, am I going to get Flirty Banter with Dean Winchester?? and he looks at him and Dean's eyes are all dead and "my son is dead" and Anubis sighs like welp not today oh well better luck next time, if I survive this...

Getting flirty banter with Dean is a sign of high honour and takes you to some very interesting places.

Into Dean if you stick with it like Crowley did

And Lily's been standing there this whole time like wow these boys suck up all the attention in the room and I kinda hate them

Oh I LOVE this abacus. Is this some nerdy ass research that meredith did to know better than most what to expect here? Even I haven't heard this one, though I haven't really revisited Egypt lore after the expected Egyptology phase as a kid...

Anyway the half white half black beads are super interesting in a wider show symbolism way.

Oh deeear, Lily.

Of course that instantly makes you fascinated about what would happen if TFW stuck their hands over it.

What a good line on the show's philosophy about making your own fate - it's not destiny or a choice from above or anything like that. Your individual actions get you sent to Heaven or Hell in the natural course of things and it's weighed in such a way all he can do is use his equipment to read which way you're going... Everything else is down to you. Free Will, write your own story.

Of course, if Lily did some huge sacrifice I bet she could change things.

CAS LAUGHED

ugh this episode should be banned.

If you hug Kelly I'm rioting.

Everyone who ever hugs Cas slaps their hands firmly on Misha's broad shoulders like it's law and digs in and I don't know if it's because Cas has this wonderful presence about him that even when you're around Misha acting him in the moment you get swept up in it, or you just want to hug Misha like that, but Cas hugs look like the most amazing hugs in the universe and everyone just GOES for it.

Also I am typing this nonsense because I literally used up my box of tissues earlier and the next option is stealing a roll of toilet paper. So I will snark and try and ward off the sobbing.

"I'm so sorry. I failed you." Kelly, who has spent about 5 minutes in Jack's presence and understands his nature even beyond her blind faith in him from before but now gets to see the evidence of it: "You didn't. You didn't."

Yes, please can more characters tell Cas that he did a good job even when things don't quite go to plan. Dean's drunken slurring about how they did the best they could, this...

Kelly tells Cas how wonderful Jack is like Cas doesn't know and Cas breaks up.

And you know what this looks like and I'm not going to survive typing this and can already feel my eyeballs filling up with water... 10x20 and Jimmy and Amelia talking about Claire at the end of the episode oh god I hate it take it away from me.

Oh good Cas telling Jack we need you alive to fix Heaven but just in a passive way where you not being dead means the Empty backs the fuck off rather than you having to DO anything

Ooops the Empty is here as Dumas. I suspect she's not surviving this episode but MAYBE Naomi survives.

I am saying with full wishful thinking after seeing her completely consumed by black goo

I do like the concept of "THERE ARE MAJOR STAKES TO RESURRECT THE BOY. BRING HIM BACK THIS INSTANT. LITERALLY SAVE THE UNIVERSE BY BRINGING THE NOUGAT SON BACK TO EARTH." because that makes it so much different from "hey bring me back and maybe accidentally unleash some terrible evil in the process but we'll deal with it later because that's what we do"

"HE'S OUR KID" Sam snaps

I hate it, thanks

For the love of god appeal to her more as a fellow parent.

Dean DIRECTLY EQUATES Jack and May

Hold me

Equating no soul to not being human in front of Sam aka our no soul test case. Owie. Another reminder of just how hard Dean took it in season 6 until he got Sam back, all that skin crawling feeling of being around him...

You know what? Jack reminds me of the sort of example nice ensoulled Sam stuff we saw in 6x12 when Jared was allowed to play over the top sweet and uncomplicted for a few scenes, just to be a total contrast to how he'd been acting thus far in the season. Of course, we saw him for like 3 scenes of Dean smiling in pure relief when Sam did Nice Things before it all got complicated again, and Jack's been a long-time character :P But Sam does have a sweet street that when it emerges in the rare times it can be uncomplicated, is I think the closest equivalent to where Jack's innocent sweetness is drawn from. He's the son of Sam's puppy dog eyes specifically.

But yeah I think Lily just needs to have this resistance and anger about it all to make it so much more of a flip if she were to decide to do the spell, so that it counts as an even gooder good deed to MAYBE flip her chances. By giving her a good work to do.

And hey maybe if she meets Jack for a minute she'll love him and then be changed by the experience and go out and do more good things etc etc.

DUMAS IS SO GOOD AT BEING CREEPY!!

Misha hammed the FORK out of being the Empty and now she has to live up to it and she IS.

CAS don't fight the Empty by trying to stab it, fight the Empty by humming this is the song that never ends.

*makes a disgruntled sad noise about being forced to see Jack laid out on a table in his cute lil PJs with his cute lil socks*

Wait, if Lily does this spell does this mean she's using up the last of her soul to do it and going to the Empty anyway?

ANGRY LIONESS KELLY COMING TO YELL AT THE EMPTY AND GIVE IT A PIECE OF HER MIND

I've just paused after her yelling "STOP" but whatever happens next, she leaped in when Cas was getting kicked around and that's BAD ASS.

Hitting Kelly is like... probably a rage button Jack didn't even know he had so I would like to see how that goes over, but we cut to them trying to resurrect him.

I forking love how this is 2 seasons in a row where the message seems to be that you live to spite nihilism and the bitter end of death.

D'aw even though Sam said they'd pray it was Dean who used prayer to reach out to Cas in Heaven to give him that heads up. Like, totally practical rather than the sort of prayer he's made before to Cas that was all emotional appeal, but, let's save our son, huh?

CAS NO DON'T SAY THAT

The Empty might also really want to think about that because it knows you forking suck to keep around so trading yourself for Jack is like... really? do I really want that? :P

"Not for years. EONS, MAYBE." Cas, bud. I love you. I want you to stay alive that long. Do you really forking think that with the life you lead you have eons left? I mean it's really heartening to hear you talk about yourself this way. But I have to ask.

The Empty telling Cas that it'll come for him when he finally lets himself be happy is forking hilarious. Cas hasn't been happy once in his life and he doesn't plan to start now. Eons, maybe.

Just like that, he's unlocked eternal, grumpy life. Take notes, Lily.

I mean on a practical level this is basically like, yeah, this is why Destiel isn't canon, because as soon as Cas allows himself to be happy, he's ALWAYS known he gets punished for it. In 4x20 he rebelled for Dean and was instantly dragged back by Naomi... This sense of another mission, never belonging, always being on the outside and not getting the emotional resolution he needs, and actively running from it at times or throwing himself in the way of danger to make Dean be happy without him... it's interesting honestly that the Empty is here as Duma and not Naomi as she's been the agent of hoiking him back from happiness enough times in canon... And that fear of losing everything as soon as you're happy? That's what first kept Dean from Jack and then as soon as he really truly fathered Jack, happened to him. Like, that's Team Free Will's entire life story, starting with Jess, to date, here with the Empty making this threat.

Duma survived!!

Cas... really could have just bought a few minutes to do the spell rather than given himself that burden >.>

But he's determined to make a more lasting sacrifice, one that ensures this won't happen again with Jack, that he can always die whenever he wants and go to Heaven and not be bothered here.

Oops Jack's angry now. Now he's seen a dad sacrifice for him, he's suddenly got a case of the Winchester Angsts. Dean in season 2, for starters. Not a good place to be D: Dean in season 2 is proportionately his worst season.

I'm not crying because I think I already died earlier in the episode, but that was... truly awful... to watch Cas tell Jack he's at peace with it and he loves him and everyone loves him and then Kelly butts in like I LOVE YOU TOO and mom him a bit with straightening his jacket and hugging him and... UGH.

Lily has either the start of a heart attack or loses her soul entirely in the background and wanders into a corner to die? Er.

OH HEY WE ALSO MANAGED TO GET THE WORST DEAN HUG SINCE 2x22 WHEN HE GRABS JACK. NEVER SEEN HIM HUG LIKE THAT BEFORE, DON'T WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN THANKS

Nope, she just dieded.

Let's hope she went to heaven and we get a super corny young Lily surprise Alicia Witt return moment at the end since this episode is just throwing everything at it.

It's Anubis' office!!!

Wow, that's a noisy annoying place to work

Still, I LOVE these visualisations of where the cosmic forces of the universe work

I called it super corny but I'm DYING to see Lily's fate change.

"Say hello to your daughter for me" DOn't make me cry about Lily please I beg you I am run dry

OH THANK GOD NAOMI SURVIVED. Hooooooraaaaay!!!!!!! Oh this is a wonderful ending to a perfect episode to not have to deal with her having being consumed and left dead off-screen somewhere.

LOL that slam as he realises what's up and even though she obviously can do what she wants, he's still protectively closing Kelly's door to put a barrier between her and Naomi.

"I'm here to thank you"

Oldest trope in the book, but I love when they look over their shoulder to see if "you" is someone else, and Cas, unflappable Cas, in Naomi's presence, still checks the infinite empty corridor.

*double checks*

"...... you're welcome?"

Wheee unlocked new plot for altrusim!

Ahahaaaahaaaaaaaaa Jack wrapped in a fluffy grey robe. Listen. I am

not

okay.

Jack with his burger and Dean's dead guy robe, spitefully living...

I bet Dean made the burger

WHY did I type that when I knew how likely it was to make my eyes burn.

I did not cry at the last scene of them all at the table so I am going to eat extra cookies at lunch as a reward.

And Jack and Cas sharing a little glance, knowing what Cas did. Father and Son's first dire family secret! :')

And gently roll the camera away to credits to leave them to their happy little scene.

Presumably with a slow fade so you can fumble for some more tissues.

Gyah.

#14x08 #season 14 spoilers #I am angry about how in the last 3 seasons multiple episodes have wandered around like hi I am the new best episode of the series #make up your MIND #remember when Baby felt weird like it was the first in years that had smashed the season 5 barrier of where all the Best Episodes were #and like aside from 6x11 and 7x10 we'd long passed the episodes that were utter stand outs in their field?#and now you have a like 50:50 gamble you're just going to walk into the Best Episode of the Show #it's fucking annoying #my stuff

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It seemed as if just days ago Bobby and Susan were bringing their little bundle home to show off to the rest of the club. Bobby sat at the bar in the clubhouse, a cold beer in his hand as he thought back over the years. Angel was turning 16 soon and he knew they needed to celebrate big. He could admit it to himself that he had been so preoccupied with club business that when he was in prison, he forgot that he could have been missing his children's’ birthdays.

Bobby sighed and took another swig of beer. 16. His little girl was turning 16 years old. Where did the time go? Bobby wasn’t sure what to do. He knew he should be planning a big party for her. Maybe he would leave it to the women to plan, it seemed to be their thing anyway. Bobby finished off his beer and made his way outside. He knew that was where everyone else was. Little Tiki had almost everybody wrapped around his little fingers, especially his big sister. Bobby was proud of how Angel stepped up to care for Precious and Tiki when he was in prison. He was even proud of how David stepped up and took care of the three of them. Bobby wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but he was glad that David had been around. He was becoming more and more part of the Munson family.

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As the day of Angel’s party drew closer, Bobby noticed how much time she and Precious spent together. The complaints from both of them for him to stay home and spend time with them lessened. Part of Bobby was glad. They both knew what being part of SAMCRO entailed. But part of him missed them both trying to spend time with him. The more time they spent away from Bobby, the more he seemed to draw away from them as well. Angel noticed that she and her dad hadn’t talked much since he had been released. Angel still held some anger toward him but she knew it wasn’t right.

Angel wanted to talk to him but he always seemed to be busy or had club business to take care of, or he was off to do one of his Elvis gigs. When Angel finally saw him at the garage just sitting at one of the picnic tables with the newspaper in front of him, she knew this was her time to finally speak to him. Slowly she walked up to the table and took a seat beside him, setting down a small bag and nudging it toward him. She had never felt like she couldn’t talk to him but things had felt different lately. “What’s this?” His voice startled her and she noticed he still hadn’t looked at her. “Thought you would be like to try something new I made.”

Bobby grunted in response and set his paper down and finally turned to look at his daughter. They didn’t say anything and Angel fidgeted in her seat. She felt like a toddler again, about to be scolded for doing something she shouldn’t have. “What’s wrong princess?”

“I could ask you the same thing Daddy,” she paused and looked up at him, a sad smile on her face, “I miss you. You’re never around anymore.”

Bobby sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling Angel closer to him. “I miss you too kiddo. Maybe we need to hang out some more. Right now there's a lot to get fine but after your party, you and I will do something. Just the two of us like old times.”

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David searched through his room, tossing clothes and shoving papers around. He knew he had it somewhere. He swore he put it in the top drawer of his desk, or was it his dresser? Was it in the nightstand? All David knew was that he had Angel’s gift somewhere in his room. David dropped to the ground and started pulling everything from under his bed.

A small chuckle from outside his room caught his attention. David stood slowly and glared at his brother Jacob, who was leaning against the door frame, the box containing Angel’s gift in his hand. “Oh baby brother, looking for something?” Jacob held up the small box and grinned at his younger brother. “Why the hell were you in my room Jacob?”

Jacob kept the smug grin on his face and shrugged, turning the box in his hands. It was hard for David to tear his eyes from the boy, trying to restrain himself from lunging forward and grabbing the box out of his brother’s hands. “Well David. Davey, my baby brother who I adore. You’ve been gone for some time. I mean you’re rarely home. So I came to check on you and saw this pretty little box just sitting on your desk and was wondering what this could be. Mom and Dad may not say anything, hell they might not even know. But this kind of gift, for your little girlfriend? Tsk tsk. Now why would you try to bring that kind of humiliation to our family?”

David grabbed the box and shoved his brother out of the doorway. “Don't you ever talk about her like that, especially not in front of me. You know nothing about her aside from what you decide to make up in that pathetic head of yours. Now get the fuck out my room. Go to your own house for once.”

Jacob grinned and patted David on the arm. “Don’t think you want to know what’s going on in my head when I think of her little brother.” His voice trailed off as he winked and walked off. David glared at his back, wishing that he could hurt the prick. Jacob had always been a creep but the words he just uttered had completely unnerved David. He would make sure that Jacob never went near his girl again.

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The day of the party was finally here and other charters had even arrived to celebrate the first Princess of Samcro turning sweet 16. Bobby stood near the doors of the rented hall, welcoming everybody in. Angel stood between him and Precious, giving everyone who entered a big hug. It had been so long since she had seen many of these men and their families. The various Arizona chapters had all driven in and so had the Tacoma chapter. It had been a few summers since she had last seen most of the other Children of Anarchy - their own nickname for those kids who were closest to the club. Angel greeted all her friends and promised to catch up with each of them that night.

As the day dwindled in, Angel moved around the hall trying to make sure she talked to and thanked every person who came to help them celebrate. For part of the night, she was passed from biker to biker, each wanting to dance with “the Princess”. Angel laughed each time they called her that and continued to dance the day away. It was fun to see such big, “scary” men, dancing around and letting Angel put on sparkly birthday hats on them or tie a ribbon in their beards. “It’s your birthday, we are your guests!” many of them laughed.

Throughout the first part of the party, Angel searched for David but couldn't see him anywhere. Bambi, Opie, and Donna were all keeping an eye out for him. Angel did her best not to let it get to her but the disappointment weighed heavily on here. When she finally got the chance to sit down, Angel found a seat between Kozik and Piney. “My feet are killing me! If I keep dancing, I'm pretty sure my feet will fall off!” Angel groaned and leaned her head on Piney shoulder, which shook as he laughed at her. “You'll live princess. Just take the shoes off.”

Angel scrunched up her face and shook her head. “Then I won’t want them back on!” Kozik laughed and gave Angel a side hug. “Just take the shoes off kiddo, you know we’ll carry you around where you need to go tonight.” Angel shrugged and toed off her shoes, sighing as she could wiggle her toes again. Angel shifted and her seat, leaning back against Kozik as she lifted her feet onto Piney’s lap and whined. “Pop! My feet huuuurt! Will you please rub my feet?” Kozik did his best not to spit out his drink as he watched Angel give the best puppy-dog eyes and Piney caved, slowly rubbing her feet. “You’re a handful kiddo,” Kozik smiled down at her and shook his head. Angel just laughed and enjoyed the rest of her foot massage.

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The music was finally dwindling down and Bobby stood on the makeshift stage. “alright everyone. Quiet down! First, thank you all for coming. I know you're all hungry! Food is being brought out so get to your seats!”

Angel continued to look around, hoping to see if David had arrived yet. The food was almost all served and she still hadn’t seen them. Bobby took his seat next to Angel and tried to contain a smile. He knew David would be late, but that was all part of the surprise. “Sit still girl,” Bobby laughed. Angel sighed and her shoulders fell. David was missing her birthday party.

David peeked into the room, waiting for Bobby’s signal. David knew he would be late to the party today, his parents had seemed to all of a sudden need to talk to him about his future. Bobby understood when he called and they quickly made a plan for him to make his appearance. When Angel’s shoulders fell and David could see the hurt look on her face, his heart broke and he wanted to rush to her but he waited. Almost everyone had a plate in front of them. The only table left was where Angel and her family sat. David picked up the plates for himself and Angel and made his way over to the table. “I swear, what do you gotta do to get fed in this place? I had to go swipe some food!” David had a wide grin on his face as he set the plate in front of Angel.

The rest of the night went as planned without too many issues. When the cake was finally brought out, everyone cheered as Angel teared up. Many of them had seen Bobby working countless hours on the cake, making the various blue and green decorations for the topsy-turvy cake, with matching cupcakes to ensure that everyone would have something to eat.

After the cake, the music started up again and many of the guests went back to dancing while other moved to talk with those they hadn’t seen in awhile. It was Angel’s birthday but it was a mini-Sons of Anarchy reunion, which Angel loved even more. David had pulled Bambi onto the dance floor and danced songs with her, before she tired and ran off to find Tig or Happy to give her more cake.

As the song began to play, David pulled Angel close and sang softly in her ear, “If I should smile with sweet surprise, It's just that you've grown up before my very eyes. You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen, Happy birthday, sweet sixteen…”

He gave her a small spin and when she faced him again, he held a small box in his hand. Angel faltered for a moment but David pulled her close to him again, swaying to the song. “I still need to give you your gift baby.” Angel stared up at him, “Is that what...we didn’t talk about this!” David laughed as Angel stumbled over her words. “Calm down. It isn’t that. This is just a promise ring. It’s my promise that I will always love you, that I will always be there for you. Me and you, remember? This is just a promise that I will always be yours and when the time is right, I will make sure you are mine and I am yours.” Opening the box, Angel gasped as the small tiara ring. “D-d-did you talk to my dad about this?”

David gave a smug grin and shrugged his shoulder before grabbing her hand and slipping the ring on. Angel stared at the ring and looked up at David again, this time it was his turn to start stumbling over his own words. “Do you know...do you -do you like it?”

Angel responded by throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his, “I love it, almost as much as I love you.” David laughed and returned her kiss. Those around them whistled and shouted to get a room, much to Bobby’s dismay and he threatened the two teens to separate or else.

#the reapers angel #the reaper's angel #bobby's angel #dad!bobby munson #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #little munson #angel munson #sons of anarchy au #SAMCRO

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