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Chapter 3: Wild Coincidences

Beatrix closed her eyes firmly and opened it again to check for the nth time that she isn't dreaming. She still wonders why the man in the video looks like her dad. She knew her curiosity would not stop until she asked questions about his brother.

"Edel, what was his name?"

"His name was Bancroft."

For some unknown reason, Beatrix was a little relieved that Edel's brother and her dad have different names. Maybe it is just a wild coincidence, perhaps an alternate version of her father if such a thing exists. So she let out a relieved laugh.

"Is there something funny?" Edel asked her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just your brother who resembles my dad so much that I thought they were the same person."

Edel's face suddenly turns into an expression that everyone makes when they are in denial of something. "How old was your father when he died?"

"Uhh, thirty-five, I guess? I was just seven when... When he died." It's still painful to discuss, or just mention that her dad is gone.

"I don't think you can access it here. How about you go back to your world and download it? Then come back here to show me. Come with me." He stood up and walked towards the door.

"What-- Hey! Where are you going?!" Trix hurriedly follow Edel since she's too afraid to be left alone in this world.

"To Anita's. I have to see those photos."

"Do you really think my dad was your brother?"

"Of sort. Yes." He said while opening the glass door.

"How sure are you?"

"About 60%. I remember him mentioning he was planning to get married in another world but I never bothered asking the details because I was just six years old."

He wore his wrist device and spoke, "Hawthorne, please prepare the car to take us to Anita's shop. And please bring an extra WCD for our guest" (WCD- wrist communication device).

While on the way to Anita's, Edel is teaching her how to use the WCD.

"Okay, when you need to call me, what you should do?" Edel asked her to confirm whether or not she was listening to his instructions.

"Twist the outer part of the device and when I see it lit up, I'll touch the call button, which weirdly looked like two people talking, and twist again to look for your name, and then touch your photo to call you. Was that right, Jimmy Neutron?"

"Okay, great. But we still have to do something."

"What now, Mr. Einstein?"

"I have no idea if you are calling me the wrong name on purpose or you forgot my name already. Anyway, you need to learn how to turn off and on that device's location."

"This won't work in my world, right? Why do I need to turn off the location?"

"It will mess up the navigation system of this world. It might send wrong signals to our system and people in the control room might get suspicious."

"Control room? Like a surveillance system? I have so many questions right now!" Trix still don't understand but the car suddenly stopped and landed outside Anita's shop.

"I promise I will answer your questions once you come back, but first let me show you how to turn this off."

"Sure! I'm a fast learner!" Trix claimed with confidence

They spent a good hour learning to turn off the locator in WCD which was hideous to wear or just how Trix described it in her mind.

Trix entered the shop and was greeted by Anita.

"How was your first day as a traveller?" Anita asked her nicely.

"It was... Interesting."

"Going back to your world?"

"Yes. Uhh... What should I do to go back and forth?"

"Enter the shop alone. Or make sure the shop is empty so you can travel between worlds."

"Anita, I have a question about Edel's brother."

"I may know the answer."

"Who was Bancroft?"

Anita did not seem surprised when Trix asked that question. Trix made an impression that Anita was expecting the question even before she got in the shop.

"He was a traveller. Ever since he made a mistake, I haven't seen him in years.", Anita answered.

"What mistake did he make?"

"I think this is enough for today. Go home, young lady."

"Alright. See you tomorrow, Anita!"

Beatrix left the shop and entered her world. She looked around and everything is familiar. It felt comfortable having to see her world again. She walked towards the train station nearby. Her feet felt pain, she just realized she was wearing a four-inch heels since this morning when she went to go get her new phone and also go scarf shopping. She glanced at her phone, and saw it is already seven in the evening.

The reminder of her scheduled dinner with her room mate an hour from now popped up in her screen notification.

'I still have time to slip into something comfortable first.', she thought to herself.

[1950s themed diner somewhere in Earth 2030]

She arrived at the 50s themed diner where she and her roommate often study late at night. Well, most of the time, just Trix alone while her roommate is busy partying. This diner has booths where they could sit comfortably but still provide privacy. Trix let out a sigh. She misses school already. How she wished she could take the summer classes but she already took the only courses available this semester. And she only needs to take the required course next semester as a prerequisite to graduate.

"That's a deep thought!" A voice coming from a familiar person just made Trix to stop spacing out. She looked across the table and saw her room mate about to sit across her.

"Dahlia, I miss studying." Trix stated which made her room mate's eyes roll.

"And you're killing me, homie! Do you know what course I am taking?"

"Principles of Physics: Electromagnetism, Circuits, Waves, and Ray Optics?"

"Yes. That. Again! And I know you've already passed that course with me last semester so can you please do me a favor?"

"Okay?"

"Please give me your brain? You're going to graduate a year earlier because you've been taking more units than everyone and already finished your experimental research thesis last semester!"

Trix laughed at her friend's rambling. "If I could, I would. I guess I could just give you my notes and old exams. Will that be enough?"

"You are an angel!"

"So, can we order now?"

"Friday!" Dahlia called their favourite waitress to order their usual. Dahlia ordered roasted chicken with tortilla chips and salsa whilst Trix ordered baby back ribs with corn salad and mashed potatoes, this is what her dad used to make every Sunday morning he was with them. Their food arrived after a good twenty minutes.

"By the way, cute wristband! Where did you get that" Dahlia told her while they were in the middle of eating dinner.

"Just a gift from a friend."

Dahlia eyed her then displayed a playful smile. "A friend, huh? Gone for hours, and now you have a "friend"? Is that an arrangement of friendship with benefits? Where have you been anyway?" Dahlia knows all of Trix's friends and she knows no one among those would give something like a plain black wrist band.

"If the benefit is a new hideous wristband, sure. And will you please stop? He really is just a friend."

Dahlia's smile get wider. Trix knew Dahlia won't stop asking about it upon finding out it's a man. "So... he's a he!"

"No big deal. I think he knew my dad. So I'm sticking around just to get know my dad more."

"Sure sure, I believe you." Dahlia is shaking her head and while saying this which meant she thinks of the opposite of what she just said. "Anyway, Dan was asking about you. We are in the same class."

Dan is a guy who will always ask Trix out but always get rejected since Trix is afraid of guys who seemed into her way too much. Maybe it's a human nature to dislike those who like them, and like those who dislike them.

"Just tell him I am still not interested. I will never be interested."

"Come on, even just one date?" Dahlia seemed to like Dan for her. She's been setting Trix up on a date with different men but nothing worked out since Trix is always focused on her studies and physics and chemistry experiments.

"I'm busy. You know that."

"With that wristband guy?" Dahlia teased her again.

"Okay, that's it! No old notes for you, missy!" Trix jokingly said in an angry voice.

"Ay! Is that latest version?!" Dahlia noticed her phone.

"Yes, dear. Just got this baby this morning. It has two terabytes of memory space, 1500 megapixels camera, sixteen core processor, wireless charging--"

"Yes, I get it, you have great phone. I'm just here for the good image quality." Dahlia get Trix's new phone and took a photo of Trix and them together.

"Wow, girl we are glowing! Send me our pic later, okay?"

"Yes, remind me later." Trix also reminded herself she will download the photos of her father from the cloud.

The two girls finished their dinner and went to their apartment. As promised, Trix gave Dahlia her notes and old exams but in exchange, Dahlia will not be allowed to ask any questions about the new friend who gave Trix the ugly wristband.

Trix remembered her cloud photos so she went to her room to download it on her iPad. She thought it would be clearer if she would just bring her iPad to Earth 1880 (or she calls it E1880).

She plans to go back to E1880 tomorrow afternoon so she packed a few essential items and some snacks just in case foods in that world do not agree with her.

With all honesty, she kind of like the idea of being able to travel to another world. She wants to explore what it is like on the other side. She also wants to know more about her father, if Bancroft is really her father. She is still in denial of her father's death. She still wants to believe that her dad somehow survived the crash and is still alive somewhere. She'd fully believe it if only there wasn't a body found in the burnt car of her father.

Her laptop screen suddenly lit up notifying her that her downloaded files are complete. She viewed her memories with her dad. They would often sing together while her dad plays the piano. Her mom would always record a video of them while singing. She decided to play the last video of her complete family.

"Mom, dad, ready?" A young voice of Trix could be heard from the background while in the video, her dad was seated in front of their piano and her mom adjusting the microphone and seated beside her dad.

"Okay, ready!" Her mom said happily.

"Introduce yourselves, please." young Trix said

"Hi, I am Bobby!"

"And I am Tracy, and we are going to sing Location Unknown"

[Please listen to this song: Location Unknown by Honne (Brooklyn Session]

Trix could be heard clapping and squealing while her dad started to play the intro. Her mom sang her verse:

"Traveling places. I ain't seen you in ages but I hope you come back to me. My mind's running wild with you far away. I still think of you a hundred times a day"

Her mom have such a sweet voice. Trix haven't heard her mom sing this song anymore. Maybe she is too sad to sing this.

Her dad started to sing his verse:

"I still think of you too If only you knew. When I'm feeling a bit down, I don't wanna pull through. I look over your photograph and I think how much I miss you. I miss you

I wish I knew where I was 'Cause I don't have a clue. I just need to work out some way of getting me to you. 'Cause I will never find love like ours out here in a million years. A million years"

They looked so happy but the song seemed sad. My mom said dad would always travel and would be gone for months because of his job. Maybe that's why they chose to sing this song.

"My location unknown, tryna find a way back home to you again. I gotta get back to you gotta, gotta get back to you. My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again I gotta get back to you gotta, gotta get back to you. I just need to know that you're safe given that I'm miles away on the first flight back to your side. I don't care how long it takes I know you'll be worth the wait On the first flight Back to your side"

Trix realized the video finished playing a long time ago. She misses her father. She misses seeing her mom looking this happy.

She cried so hard that the more she thinks of stopping herself from crying, the more the urge to cry. This is the first time she cried this hard. She would often hide the pain, even from herself. Maybe it's her system letting it all go.

She looked at the accident photos given by the investigation unit. Her dad is severely burnt that they could not even recognize him. There are lots of burnt stuff scattered every where.

Her dad is dead. She needs to accept that. Bancroft is just a person who looked like her dad and happened to be dead too. For the sake of Edel she still plans to go back his world to show him photos of her father. 'To finally give him closure that this is just a wild coincidence', she thought.

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orionsangel86 · 3 years

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SPN Conspiracies - Applying Logic to Chaos

Its been over 2 months now since the Supernatural finale aired. I am still so angry, hurt, and confused by it and I don’t think I will ever get closure unless someone like Andrew Dabb, or Jensen Ackles, actually opens up and gives us an explanation that makes sense.

What annoys me most right now is people trying to gaslight fans into believing that we should accept the narrative we have been given at face value: That the finale was always planned to be that way, that Destiel was never on the cards, that there was no Network interference, that the only changes made were due to covid and were minor at best.

This harmful gaslighting is FALSE.

NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED.

Look, I don’t agree with some of the crazier conspiracy theories. I don’t believe that there was some huge campaign among the CW Network execs to remove anything remotely gay out of homophobia. I don’t believe that the finale was changed because of some desire to make it into a Walker promo. I don’t believe that the finale was really bad on purpose in protest by Dabb for not getting to do an ending he truly wanted. I don’t believe that Dabb left us smart fans a bunch of secret messages in the finale to hint that he was on our side all along and that everything was fake.

I do, however, believe that all of these conspiracy theories have some elements in them that are plausible. At least, more plausible than the bullshit narrative mentioned above that some people are pushing in some desperate attempt to defend the Network (which imo is really strange behaviour anyway - why would anyone care about a TV network with a history of terrible behaviour?!?)

We have facts, based on information provided before the covid lockdown, which for some reason, people like Misha have since backpeddled on. So let me try to outline some of the information that makes no sense.

Below the cut I go on a deep dive into the conspiracies and statements I have heard about the SPN finale and try to make some sense of this whole fucked up situation. It gets long.

1. “Cas was never gonna be in the finale”.

False: We have many fan accounts of Misha confirming that he was filming the finale. We have video evidence of Misha confirming he was going back to film the finale after the lockdown. We have confirmation from fans in Misha M&Gs from March that he had about 5 days of filming left.

We also had fan accounts of discussions with Alex Calvert (I think) where he confirmed the final shot of the final episode was all four of them though I would LOVE if someone can find a source for this.

2. Okay, Misha was gonna be in the finale, but only as Jimmy Novak

False: I heavily side eyed Misha when he said this. But I think I can come up with a plausible explanation for it. Per above, Misha was supposed to film for 5 days. This does not align with the half a day he described of filming as Jimmy Novak. My own belief is that after Cas was cut from the finale (for whatever reason we don’t know) someone (probably Jensen Ackles) put up a fight and complained that Misha should be there for the final episode. The writers probably tried to come up with a way to bring Misha back without having to deal with Cas, and pitched the idea of Jimmy Novak being in Heaven. Misha, obviously annoyed about this, turned this stupid pitch down.

3. Destiel was never a thing, never planned, never part of Dabb’s ending. Bobo and Misha pushing the confession was the part of the season that was Wrong.

False: We have a SPN writer on record saying that Castiel’s confession was the first thing written for Season 15 when the writers returned to the writers room. If it wasn’t planned, why was it the first thing written, why does it align so well with the rest of season 15? Look I know some people either a. hate destiel and refuse to see it even if it slaps them in the face, or b. have major heteronormative goggles on, or c. are just homophobes in denial, but 15x18 fits in perfectly with the narrative of season 15. Everything Cas says, everything that happened in that scene was so in character it just works. It fit. If you just rewatch the season whilst applying some critical thinking skills and pay attention to the narrative and character arcs, trust me, the confession fits in with pretty much every other plot point, and character story in the season.

Also: We have known for a while that the network did market research into Destiel, wanting to know if it would go down well or not. They were well aware of its popularity and considering it. Where would this have come from if not pitched by the showrunner? Dabb must have at least been considering it. If you take all of Dabb era into consideration, starting with mid season 11, all the way through the season 12 build up, season 13 grief arc, and then Bobo’s Destiel break up arc in late season 14, early season 15, it is clear that there was some toing and froing on the issue of Destiel, but ultimately, I still believe that Dabb was on board. He wrote 13x01 for christs sake. No way he wasn’t taking it seriously.

4. It’s always been about the brothers. The finale just stays true to what Supernatural is all about.

*rubs temples* Fundamentally FALSE: The show has time and again reasserted the message of “Family don’t end with blood”, as well as the messages of AKF and YANA. Sam and Dean may be at the heart of the show, but a heart can’t exist without a body to support it. Without bones, and lungs, and blood, and muscles, and a BRAIN. The finale abandons the shows core messages. It forces the characters back into their season 1 characterisations and the whole thing becomes hollow and souless. But I’m not here to complain, I’m here to lay down the facts. Dean’s heaven was supposed to be surrounded by loved ones right? We know OG Charlie Bradbury was gonna be in his Heaven, we also know CAS was gonna be in there. So this idea that the finale as it currently stands was how it was meant to be is wrong. Dean was supposed to die and reunite with his found family and loved ones. This alone would have been a far better ending than the one given. Do I think this was solely a covid issue? Fuck no.

The randoms that WERE in the finale are proof alone that they could have got people in and quarantined. We also have several actors on record saying that they WOULD have quarantined for the finale had they been asked to return but they WEREN’T.

Lies have been told. Samantha Ferris and Chad Limberg have confirmed that we have been lied to about the original plans for the finale.

This alone is proof enough that there is more plausibility in some of the conspiracy theories than any bullshit narrative some people are pushing in defence of the barbaric mess of a finale we were given.

So lets address some of the conspiracy theories now:

Conspiracy No.1: The CW Network reviewed Supernatural during the covid break, and due to homophobia, refused any Destiel arc that wasn’t already filmed, shut down any potential reciprocation from Dean, and forced Dabb to change his finale.

I don’t think this is entirely what happened. But I do think it is very strange how there is a such a huge disconnect particularly in Dean’s characterisations between what had come before the lockdown, and what came after. The one fact we have here, and please someone provide a source if you can find it because I know there is one, the finale script was still going through changes up to only 2 weeks before it was filmed. We know that there was some weird editing in 15x18 (which was still in post and uncompleted before lockdown) and we know from Jensen’s own mouth that there was more to the confession scene on Dean’s side that was cut. We also know that this isn’t the first time that Destiel heavy moments have been changed in post - the prayer scene is another big scene that went through a lot of changes and Bobo fought to have his script play out the way he wanted it.

There are certain things that in my own opinions, are basically true of SPN which I have put together from years of keeping one eye on the writers room, the network, and all the various comments made. My opinion is this:

The writers room has always been split on Destiel. Some writers heavily supported making it canon, others did not care, or were against it.

The Network considered it over the course of several years, did market research, green lit it, then changed their minds, possibly several times over the course of Dabb’s era. Destiel was pitched to the Network early in Dabb era.

The crew on set were also split. Some people heavily supported it, and worked to assist the reading, whereas others did not care/did not support it. The same can be said for the editing room.

Bob Singer supported the subtextual homoeroticism, but never supported bringing it into text (this is an opinion, but I think it aligns with everything we know about him.) IMO Bob Singer also supported subtextual homoeroticism between Sam and Dean - the guy is gross is what I’m saying. He isn’t exactly a progressive person.

Fun fact - a while back our old enemy Sera Gamble went on a Twitter rant about writers rooms and the ways a script goes through changes. I don’t think this was in relation to the SPN finale wank but she basically inadvertantly confirmed that the Network can step in and make sweeping changes to a script if they want to and if they decide they don’t like the direction of a story. Sera Gamble confirmed this as a fact.

Now. I’m not saying that this is what the CW did with Destiel. I just think its very strange how pre lockdown, the last thing filmed is a heartfelt homosexual declaration of love between Dean and Cas, and we have a finale script that Misha had not seen, but knew that he was meant to film as Castiel for 5 days (5 days on set is over half of an episode as far as I know). Then all of a sudden, Covid happens, and Cas is cut from the finale completely, a desperate attempt to bring Misha back only as Jimmy Novak takes place, which Misha rightly refuses, leading to a finale which makes zero sense narratively and appears in every way completely and utterly butchered.

The only explanation provided by anyone involved is that Covid meant changes had to happen - but that covid didn’t change the actual story at all.

But this makes no sense because we know that Cas was cut from the finale. This is FACT. Do not let anyone gaslight you into thinking otherwise. Misha was preparing to quaranting to return to set as Cas post Covid, so whatever happened to cut Cas from the finale, it wasn’t Covid.

I’m gonna have to Occum’s Razor this and say that the most logical explanation here is the one that is most likely true. Someone got cold feet with the Destiel story, and to prevent any possible interpretation that included Dean reciprocating, any hints of Destiel were removed from the finale script, including Castiel’s whole appearance.

Now, this isn’t me saying I think that Dabb’s original finale was full of Destiel love confessions and a homosexual kiss or whatever, but I am asking you all to really think about it and ask yourselves WHY Cas would have been totally cut from an episode he was supposed to be in at LEAST half of?

We will probably never know the real reason Cas was cut, but he WAS cut. I’m not saying it was all homophobia, but some fuckery went down.

Conspiracy No. 2: The CW Network changed the finale to make it into a Walker promo because they only cared about raising up Jared and not Jensen and Misha as they were losing them anyway.

I don’t agree with this in terms of the finale being butchered solely to make it into a Walker promo. There are however moments in the finale that are clearly supposed to be Walker Easter Eggs and added to excite fans of Jared/Sam in particular such as Sam’s gratuitous and unnecessary topless scene, as well as the call on the “case in Austin”.

I will take this moment to say something pretty damn controversial though.

*Deep breath*

The fact is, Dean Winchester has been the “lead” character of Supernatural’s narrative for years now, with Sam often being sidelined and not given great storylines himself. Even in Season 15, right up until the finale, I myself felt bad for Sam sometimes because so much of this show has become all about Dean. Jensen Ackles is clearly the better actor when it comes to emotional story arcs, so the emotional heart of the story has most often leant on him.

So you can understand my confusion, when this is turned on its head in the final episode, to make Sam carry all the emotional weight, and have the most lines/screentime, and story resolution (even if his story resolution was just as crappy as Dean’s).

If we pretend that Destiel is not a thing, and ignore Cas’s confession, the story change in the finale from Dean focus to Sam focus is still rather suspicious. Again, I’m not saying I completely approve of or agree to the conspiracy theory that Walker influenced the butchering of the script, but I can believe that perhaps a note went down from the CW to someone like Bob Singer, to emphasise Sam/Jared more than they perhaps would normally, because the CW wanted to shine the spotlight on Jared to raise excitement for Walker.

I can also believe this note might have said something like “we wanna cater to fans of Sam/Jared the most - don’t do anything to piss them off.” but now I am getting into my own conspiracy theories so by all means dismiss this as me being bitter.

Conspiracy No.3: Dabb purposely made it bad, as a secret message to Destiel fans that he had been silenced, by layering meta clues into the episode that he knew fans would notice.

I doubt this one is true. Though some of the theories are quite compelling. The old vampire silent movie theory for instance starts off quite well, but loses me the moment it brings up Urban Dictionary slang.

Sometimes I have just had to accept that Supernatural is a bad show that is sometimes accidentally a masterpiece. However, some writers really did go That Deep with their stories - anything by Ben Edlund or Steve Yockey for instance, their episodes are meta masterpieces with a hundred different layers of beautiful subtextual storytelling and are a joy to analyse. Bobo Berens has certainly done some A+++ work especially now we KNOW that he was working hard all this time to bring Destiel to canon text (so any analysis of Destiel in the subtext in his episodes is very accurate). There have been many other key elements analysed over the years which have been confirmed true. Cas’s death in Season 12, Dean’s time as a demon in season 10, Season 11 ending in unity of dark and light, these were all plot points predicted by meta writers just by analysing the narrative. Sometimes the writers really have been very smart and they do add things to the show to aid us in our meta.

Richard Speight Jr for instance, confirmed that SPN has a visual library that the production team use to give clues and hints in the narrative. Pizza, for example, always means a lie has been told. Whenever Pizza is being eaten or even just mentioned on screen, there is dishonesty in that particular moment.

The beers also have a very specific message and the one thing I can’t let go about the finale, was that Dean was drinking El Sol beer. The beer his dad gave him, that was terrible.

El Sol has been used in the show to indicate something being wrong, a fake reality, or another lie, for the longest time. It is the beer of deception.

The fact that in the final episode of this entire show, Dean is in Heaven, supposedly at peace, and then he gets handed an El Sol beer to drink? Thats a HUGE red flag for any meta writer watching who can read SPNs visual library.

If they had given him the Margiekugel beer of family then it would make sense. Dean is in Heaven, with Bobby, his family, at peace. Margiekugel should have been the beer of choice. But nope. El Sol. Something is wrong.

I don’t know if it was Dabb, or Singer, or some disgruntled ADs and crew members who added these elements into the finale, but their very presence confirms some message of Wrongness.

I could go into a huge rant about Vampire Mimes not making sense and the very glaringly obvious symbolism of cutting out peoples tongues too, but that is high school level film analysis. It’s obvious. It means to silence someone. There is validity in interpreting this as Dabb saying he was silenced. I don’t know how true it is, but i can’t 100% dismiss it, because as I said, this is high school analysis levels of obvious subtextual storytelling.

So in summary, whilst I don’t think that Dabb intentionally went out of his way to sabotage his own script, and leave a breadtrail of secret messages for savvy fans to put together to confirm that he was silenced by an evil network into not getting what he wanted... I do think that there is validity in questioning these odd choices for the finale. Cutting out tongues? Vampire Mimes? El Sol beer?

The evidence is somewhat compelling is all I’m saying. I don’t believe the full conspiracy theories, but as I have said many times before, some fuckery went down.

So What Do I Believe?

That some fuckery went down and whatever company line they are pushing is bullshit.

I believe that the original script included Cas (since thats fact). I believe that the original script probably always had Dean dying on a vampire hunt (due to Jensen’s issues with it and in particular, his sarcastic comments about vampires in the past year or so which in hindsight are hilarious and prove he never really came to terms with Dean’s idiotic death). I believe Dabb’s original script was some less crappy version of what we got, which potentially included showing Jack rescuing Cas from the Empty and resolving the outstanding Empty plot points (potentially this was actually a 15x19 plot since Mark P commented that his final scenes were supposed to be with Jack and Cas), had Cas reunite with Dean in Heaven and had them have a discussion about Cas’s confession. I believe that there was probably a lot of back and forth over how to handle that with some people wanting Dean to obviously reciprocate and others believing they should keep it ambiguous. I believe that Dean and Cas would have reunited with Charlie Bradbury, and Bobby Singer, and possibly others (though if this was the case it must have been very early on since no one ever looped in Sam Ferris, Chad Linberg or any other Roadhouse people).

I believe that Sam’s ending probably didn’t change much, but I do feel that initially they were planning on him ending up with Eileen, because it is the only thing that narratively makes sense. Cutting Eileen and giving him a blurry wife is something I won’t ever understand and Jared’s bullshit explanations are quite clearly pulled out of his ass to appease bronly types. I believe the reunion on the bridge would have included Cas and Jack, with a final shot of all four of them together, at peace (as this aligns with Alex’s comments from around a year or so ago that the final shot was all four of them). (I also am not sure it was always supposed to be on a bridge since the foreshadowing in an earlier episode showed Dean, Cas and Sam all in the Roadhouse together).

I believe that script went through countless changes and redrafts, and not even production people or the types that some fandom people claim as their “sources” would even have seen those early scripts, since even Misha never saw it. I believe that these rumours of Dabb never having Cas in his finale and ignoring all Destiel elements likely come from people who only saw later versions, weren’t party to network discussions and felt bitter about the final scripts they did see (being the crappy butchered one that was ultimately filmed). Those “sources” are now spreading rumours to discredit Dabb.

I obviously believe Dabb is a weak ass pushover who either didn’t care enough to fight back, or gave up since he’s been stuck with fucking Bob Singer on his back for years, but I will NEVER believe he didn’t care about the DeanCas love story, because he has been one of the few writers who has championed for it for years. You can’t look back at Dabb’s episodes in earlier seasons and claim he didn’t care. Dabb was a writer whose creative ideas were beaten out of him by an unforgiving Network only concerned about where their future money was coming from. Do I think he gave up too easily? Yes. But I also have one other huge reason for not believing the bullshit about Dabb being this anti-Destiel villain.

Bobo. Because if Bobo truly believed Dabb was gonna fuck that up at the end, I don’t think he would have given us Cas’s love confession to begin with. If he had known it was gonna end like that, I think he would have reconsidered, because had Cas not confessed his love, I don’t think he would have been cut from the finale. Bobo - a gay man, would not have wanted such a horrible message for queer fans being put across in the show he worked so hard on. He started writing that confession scene the day they returned to the writers room. Dabb would have been there, would have seen what he was writing, probably discussed it with him, after all, other episodes were written with the confession in mind. No way was Dabb planning to fuck up the ending knowing what Bobo was giving us. Nope.

Something went very wrong over lockdown. Someone, somewhere up the chain of power caught wind of the confession scene in 15x18, realised that it demanded a resolution which would make Dean Winchester, their protagonist, queer, and pulled the plug. I believe this did not come from a place of homophobia, but of bad business sense.

The CW is constantly trying to win the approval and attention of the one demo group that they seem to fail at getting the most: young straight men. Supernatural was one of their only remaining shows that appeals to young straight men, and Dean Winchester is more often than not the fave character of those young straight men who project onto him. Making Dean Winchester, established Han Solo of Supernatural, queer and in love with his best friend in the finale would have come across as a betrayal to those young straight men. The CW probably feared they would lose that demo group for good, and with a show like Walker starting soon with Jared at the helm, they couldn’t take the risk.

Hence there was probably a whole bunch of back and forth script redrafts with the Network, with Dabb and Singer fighting to make a finale that would appeal to everyone. There was most likely no way that they could bring Cas back without addressing what had already been filmed, because any resolution of that plot would either a. make Dean queer, or b. address it awkwardly by having Dean reject Cas (this storyline would probably have been slammed by critics worse than the finale because it meant addressing it. It might have got the attention of LGBTQ activist groups and caused a bigger shitstorm than what we got). The best option was therefore C. Bury it and Cas, pretend it never happened. Never address it again and distract Dean with other things. Hope that Destiel fans will accept no answer from Dean as ambiguous enough to imagine a future reunion rather than shutting it down with a rejection, and still keep hold of the blissfully ignorant heteronormative straight boys so they can carry over to Walker when it starts.

I also believe (controversially probably) that there was concern that any resolution of Dean and Cas would have overshadowed network darling Jared Padalecki. If Dean and Cas had come together in the finale, with a very clearly textual homosexual reunion, then that would have been all anyone talked about. The reviewers, the critics, the audience, everyone. It would have been nothing but Dean and Cas (and look, if they did think this, they were right, Destiel trending over the US ELECTION.)

So what is the network to do, when they are losing the two stars who would get the most attention from this storyline? The one star they were holding on to and getting his own show, relegated to third place in the finale of the show where he was first on the call sheet? Nope. That’s pretty unacceptable. Even without Walker I can imagine people at all levels side eyeing the Destiel thing over the years. This IS a show about two brothers, and their relationship should be the core relationship, we can’t have one brother pushed aside in the finale to make way for a queer relationship that will get all the attention instead. It was never gonna get approved for this reason ALONE.

At the end of the day, if I look at it from a business perspective, it makes far more sense that the CW shut down Destiel, rather than “oh Dabb never cared and ruined it because he’s an idiot.” The writers cared, and had built on that story over years. But their mistake was leaving any Destiel resolution to the finale. If they had instead gone and got Dean and Cas together in early season 15, then they could have ended it in a way that satisfied everyone. Destiel wouldn’t have threatened pulling focus away from Sam and Dean, and the show could have gone out on a high.

When I lay out all the conspiracy theories, and line them up next to the cold hard facts, the conspiracy theories in some way or another, make more sense. To believe the company line, the narrative we have been fed, is to ignore your own eyes, ears, and memories pre March 2020.

All I’m asking people to do is take a look at the show, the narrative presented in the show, and the information presented above. I’m not telling you to believe what I’ve written here, half of which is just my own opinion. I’m asking you to ask yourselves if it makes sense to you. Because it sure as hell doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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The Evans Drunk

Enjoy:)

Tate

-On Halloween he’d go out and buy some alcohol and save it for when you’re having a tough day and need cheering up -Either that or you’d take some alcohol from your parents -You’d sit together and drink, not taking shots or anything because you probably only have a few beers or spirits each -Even more into deep talks than usual -But also super easily distracted - “Oh I definitely think that there’s alien life out the- hey reckon I can balance that vase on my forehead?” -Incredibly awkward and white dad dancing to music -Super touchy, would want you on his lap so that he can take a drink and then put it to your lips until you drink it

Kit

-Kit’s a responsible dad and not the type of person to get drunk, but occasionally he will have a beer or two

-Or twelve

-It’d be a barbeque for the whole family and you’d have lots of friends around, joking around, everybody’s kids playing together running around

-Then after everybody ate, you’d all talk and have a few light drinks, and then once the kids went to bed and some of the guests left, Kit, you and a few friends would play beer pong

-He’s be very loud and silly

-Would find jokes 10x funnier and would keep laughing quietly long after everybody else

-Unintentionally pull silly faces, like pretending to be serious if somebody starts talking about something serious

-But then he’d remember that thing he laughed at and snort

-After everybody’s gone, he’d go into the kitchen and want to make cupcakes

- “Kit we can’t make cupcakes at 2am and drunk”

- “We can’t, or we shouldn’t? Two very different things Y/N” he giggles

-You two would pour all the ingredients in the bowl and then you’d stir it

-Kit would come up behind you and put his arms around you, helping you stir, kissing you occasionally

-He would get distracted and you two would go to sleep, leaving the raw cupcakes in the oven without it being turned on

-In the morning, despite Kit having a ridiculous hangover, when he’d see the baking mess, he’d clean it all up

- “Kitten if you told me, I would’ve helped you”

- “No no I made the mess, I’ll clean it”

-Very responsible dad, until next time

Franken Kyle

-You’d be sat together, celebrating New Year’s Eve and you’d of course have some alcohol

-Because you were scared and cautious popping open the champagne in front of Kyle, worried it may scare him, you tried to bribe him a little

- “This bottle cork is going to fly open, with a very loud pop, but try and stay calm and you can drink the champagne first, okay?”

- “From b-bottle?”, he said smiling, knowing that you never let him drink milk or juice straight from the carton

-You say sure, and pop it open, and when it pours out bubbling, Kyle kneels down and sits under it with his mouth open, the alcohol pouring all over his face and shirt

-He’d love it and drink loads

-Covered in sticky champagne, when he hugged you and you tried to change his shirt, he just rubbed his sticky chest over you even more

-Dancing with you, which meant putting his head on your shoulder and swaying

-Drunk, he’d have an even bigger obsession with copying noise

-When he sees the fireworks, “kaboom” or “pew” or “poof”

-When you cheers the glasses, “clink” or maybe even “clinky dink”

Jimmy

-As we saw, a hot mess

-Not aggressive but willing to fight

-Would swing his arms around even not meaning to hit anybody seriously

-Sex drive increases by 40%

-But would probably have a harder time finishing if he was super drunk

-Slurs his word much more than anybody else

-Would act like a child trying to get what he wants from you

- “C’mon Y/N just one more little sippy sip”

- “No Jimmy, you’ve had more than enough”, you say and take the beer bottle away from him, leaving Jimmy to make puckering and make slurping noises, watching you throw the bottle away

-You’d try to put him to bed, so that you could put a backpack on him to avoid him choking on his own vomit

-But after a while of him being annoying, constantly getting up, etc, you’d give up

- “Jimmy I’m not gonna be constantly fighting with you, you either go to bed now or you leave the caravan and end up passing out somewhere on the field”

-He’d get upset and try to apologise, but you’d end up just throwing a blanket over him and sleeping on the couch

-He’d probably wake up still slightly drunk the next morning

-In the evening, a full 24 hours after drinking, he’d come and apologise to you about how he acted, and promise he’d never drink again

-Definitely read this cool fanfic I saw earlier about

drunk Jimmy

James

-Tries to remain classy but sometimes forgets the right words

- “Darling, remember when how the night we met and how you said to me those things and then we danced?”

- “That didn’t make sense, Jimmy”

- “Clearly you weren’t listening carefully enough, darling”

-Super touchy, especially in public

-Arm around your waist, giving your shoulder and neck kisses

-Bite your earlobe just to see your reaction

-He’s very slow

-Has to furrow his eyebrows and open his mouth when listening to you talk, lets him hear better

-This is very specific but if he’s drinking anything out of a straw, he would sit and chew it

-When you got back to your room he would kiss and lick your neck and mumble gibberish against it

-He’d want to give you genuine compliments but being too drunk to have coherent thoughts, he would just mumble

- “mmm…your skin… my darling”

- “What about it, James?”

- “It is so… mmmm”

Kai

-Probably aggressive -If he’s in the mood to start an argument, he’ll find a reason to start one -Would make you feel guilty and upset about something just to hear you apologise -Would be completely in denial about how drunk he is -Very loud and obnoxious -The only time he would slap your ass not possessively but for fun -The scene would be having the cult over to celebrate something, all sitting in the kitchen drinking -He’d keep doing cheers for the most random things - “Pass me some crackers” - “We don’t have crackers Kai, we finished them” - a few second pause… before Kai lifts his glass “wheyyy!” - “Get me another beer babe”, before slapping your ass -Slurs his words a little, but focuses and tries really hard not to -After everybody’s gone home, he’d try to act as sober as possible around you, as if he suddenly doesn’t want you to see him drunk - “Okay, go upstairs, brush your teeth and put your pjs on Y/N” -You laugh slightly and put Kai’s arm around your shoulder, “Let’s get you to bed Kai, I don’t think you’ll make it down those stairs alone” -He takes his arm off and turns you to face him, trying to keep strong eye contact - “What did I just say? Go upstairs… uhm… pjs… brush your teeth… go”, you’d smile in amusement and he would try to put on a stern expression “Now” -You’d obey him, and when he eventually makes it down the stairs and gets to the basement, he’ll look over at you in pjs in bed, and walk over to you -He looks at you up and down, and mumbles “good”, before sitting down panting slightly, not making eye contact - “We have a lot of stairs Y/N”

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La vie en rose pt.1

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Requested by anon “I think this is a good idea. So Pietro didn’t die in Age Of Ultron but dies in endgame so afterwards reader has same powers as wanda btw makes her own reality sorta like wandavision and they live in the town together and it’s basically just wandavision plot and jimmy woo and darcy are trying to get in meanwhile. I really hope this isn’t to long for you! Maybe you could do 2 parts if you’d like that? I just had this idea for a while thanks! 🤍”

Warning- ANGST, fluff, slight swearing, mentions of death and complete heartbreak

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“NO!”

Was it possible to feel your heartbreak, to hear the pain and agony in your ears?

One moment there was hope—hope that everything was going to be fine, that all your dreams and plans that you had made with the Pietro; the man you loved, the love of your life, was going to come true. But now there was nothing but despair as you saw his life hang by a thin line, tangled in the hand of Thanos.

“Let him go!” You growl, lifting your hands and seeing yellow hues emit from your palms as you don’t hesitate to use your powers. You dig your heels into the dirt ground and bend your wrist back to build up an energy ball and then throw it at Thanos gauntlet in a powerful stream. “Let him go!” You repeat.

Thanos gaze snaps to his gauntlet as he notices the powerful yellow hues hitting the stones, before tilting his head to look at you in stunned disbelief as he sees your eyes beginning to glow yellow as you use your other hand to shoot out more power at the stones without as much as breaking a sweat.

“I said let him go!” You bellow as you feel yourself add more strength to your attempts, seeing the yellow hues get brighter and stronger. You drift your gaze to Pietro and offer him an assuring hopeful look that he mirrors as Thanos grip around his throat falters and finally let’s him go.

Pietro at the opportunity gasps for air but doesn’t take his time to get completely better, instead he runs to you and attempts to rush you out of there, but you decline his attempts. “No, I can destroy the stones, help your sister.”

Pietro shakes his head and grabs your wrists, “I’m not leaving without you and I’m not letting this monster kill you.”

A small smile spreads on your lips and just as you’re going to respond, you feel yourself slide back as Thanos begins to use the stones against you, adding a powerful force field that blocks your actions. You snap your attention back to him and push back stronger, feeling your eyebrows pinch together and your face twist into a focused and irritated expression. It was beginning to get harder, but you pushed through and broke the force field, once again hitting the stones. Albeit Thanos didn’t like the idea and matched your attempts, aiming for your body to weaken you instead.

Pietro noticed and sped his way to stop him, in that moment in a blink of an eye missing Thanos use a stone to stop him, once again grabbing him by his throat, but this time instead effortlessly snapping his neck and looking at you with an evil smirk, knowing that what he did would stop your attempts instantly.

And it did, you stopped using your powers and ran towards Pietro's lifeless body as Thanos drops him and finds his chance to leave.

“Pietro!” You cry, dropping beside him and cradling his body, seeing his blue eyes unmoving. “Pietro?” You whimper, feeling hot tears stream down your face and an inkling of hope in your heart. But it was faint and just made up of denial.

“Pietro! Please!” You cry, brushing his hair out of his eyes and lifting him closer to you. Nothing else mattered around you, not the fight that was being fought around you, all that mattered was seeing him give any sign of life. “Pietro?”

But him giving any sign of life...was impossible.

“NO!”

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*SOME TIME LATER*

“Pietro?” You call out, feeling your smile begin to fall as you don’t hear him respond, or see him anywhere around. “Pietro? Where are you?” Your heart begins to pick up its pace and you pick up your pace as you search the house. “Pietro?”

You stop at the center of the living room and let out a deep exhale to think clearly, to check over your surroundings, to feel him—

“Y/N.”

At the sound of Pietro's voice by your ear you jump and let out a small gasp before spinning around as you grab your chest. “Pietro, what the hell?”

Said man snickers and steps back, keeping his hands hidden behind his back. “You called.”

“Yeah,” you sigh with relief, “you weren’t around, I was beginning to worry.”

“Oh, well, there's a good explanation for that,” Pietro says as he begins to approach you with a mischievous grin on his lips, “I went to get you something.”

“Oh?” You quiered, lifting a brow and placing your hands on your hips as your eyes drop to his hidden hands. “You got me something, or did you “take something without buying?”

Pietro shrugs and begins to walk around you slowly, making sure to keep facing you. “It’s just a friendly contribution for saving the world. It’s well deserved.”

You chuckle and turn with him to keep your eyes on him. “What did you get me?”

“Close your eyes.” He commands.

You do so without hesitation and feel the warmth of Pietros hand wrap yours to pull them from your sides and keep them out in front of you. Anticipation begins to brew at the pit of your stomach at not knowing what it was, you feel yourself smile nervously wanting to take a peek, but before you could try he places something silky and long on your hands and speaks up. “Open them.”

Doing so, you instantly look down and see a pretty white silk dress; your mouth falls open in awe and you carefully grab the sleeves of the dress to lift it and get a full view of the dress. “Pietro this is beautiful.”

“It’s for our date,” he reveals softly. “Do you need help putting it on?”

You flicker your gaze up to him and grin brightly.

“I’ll go slow,” he quips softly with a smirk, “I know you like it when I go slow.”

You cup his cheek and shake your head. “How about I surprise you?”

“Fine,” he sighs in defeat. “Until then I’ll get everything ready.”

You part away and do you as you had told him, taking some time to get ready even if you could do it within seconds with your powers.

And at first, after you had finished getting ready, you were nervous to go downstairs and reunite with him—he still just had that effect on you. But as you thought of it, as you thought clearly, there was nothing to be nervous about, this was Pietro, the same man you were cellmates with while in hydra, the same man you fought by in Sokovia and Berlin, he was the same man you went in hiding with, and the same man you fell in love with. He was your Pietro. So you confidently walked to the top stairs, grabbed onto the railing and saw Pietro speed to the end of the stairs to wait for you to walk down.

He had on a nice suit and had a bouquet of roses in his hand that didn’t outshine the charming grin on his face—in the furthest corner of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but seeing this, seeing him do things like this made you happy and reminded you of him, you couldn’t let go of him yet. Not yet.

You grin brightly and feel your heart flutter. “Pietro.”

“My love.” He muttered softly.

You continue to walk down the stairs to meet him below, grabbing his hand as he offered it to you, while with his the other hand he handed you the bouquet of white roses.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” He whispered in your ear after he had leaned in.

You grab onto his hand tighter and smile wider, “you do too.” Your eyes drift to the living room where the couch’s and the tv were replaced by a fancy candlelight dinner setup, causing you to gasp softly and take a moment to take in what he had set up. “Wow, Pietro,” you look back at him to complement his work, but it’s at that moment you look at him that you see his face as it was when he died; pale and lifeless. You tear your gaze away and cover your mouth out of the shock and fear.

Pietro notices and of course questions it. “Y/N, are you okay? Did you not like something?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head, peeking at him and noticing he was back to normal. “No, no, I loved it. I do.”

Pietro sighs, “good it took me long to plan.”

“I love it.” You repeat as you fully turn your head to look at him. “Thank you.”

Pietro stops by the table and you set down the roses, admiring the table he had set up and feeling the corner of your lips slowly tug back into a smile. “Pietro—”

“My love would you have this dance with me?”

You turn around and see him with his hand out towards you, he smiles and then you feel a breeze as he goes to quickly turn on the music that was meant to be on before.

“Now will you have this dance with me?” He asks again more confidently. “Is that how I’m supposed to ask?”

You nod, “yes you are and yes I will have this dance with you.” You take his hand and he pulls you to the middle of the room, not taking long to grab onto your waist and pull you close to him.

“I put on those old songs you like to hear.” He points out as the tune slowly plays.

“I like?” You queried, “or you like?”

“Both. We both like them.”

You express a lighthearted huff of air and begin to move with him as you both begin to sway to the music. The talking stops and the song only sounds around the house, you press yourself closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder whilst you grabbed onto him tighter out of fear he’d disappear. You inhale in deeply to take in that smell of the fancy cologne he loved to wear, to take in the smell of his shampoo he used, to remember what it felt when you smelt it when he was really alive.

“I miss you,” you sigh out with tears stinging your eyes.

“Miss me?” Pietro scoffs in a joking tone, “I’m right here.”

You swear under your breath at your accidental comment, lifting your head and parting away far enough to look into his blue eyes. “I know, I just meant like miss you when you’re gone.”

Pietro narrows his gaze on you but he doesn’t find your comment strange, (you didn’t let him find it strange) instead he makes it out as a joke and laughs. “Well you know I always come back to you as fast as I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whisper with a crack in your voice. “I love you, Pietro, so much. I love you.”

“You’re making me blush,” he responds smugly, cupping your cheeks and offering you a sweet smile, “I love you.”

Tears roll down your cheeks and you can’t help but not to cry at the words he uttered. And when he noticed your tears, he smiled brighter and wiped them off. “Don’t cry, I’m right here, it’s okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be by your side so you don’t have to miss me too much. Even if I do love that sentiment.”

Your bottom lip trembles, but to stop yourself from crying you pull him in for a passionate kiss, cupping his cheeks and feeling him smile under the kiss. He grips onto you tighter and deepens the kiss, stopping the both of you from dancing to focus on the kiss. Reminding you by every passing second that you never wanted this to end….

And yet an urgent knock on the door stopped the moment. Pietro parted away and rolled his eyes, focusing on the door and scoffing. “Who could it be?”

You shrug, feeling just as clueless as him, “I don’t know, let’s go check.”

“Is it Wanda? If it is, tell my sweet sister that she chose the most terrible time to come visit.” Pietro remarks as he stays in the living room as you go to open the door; seeing not Wanda, nor Vision, but two strangers that seemed just as surprised as you, or even more so.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

“Oh, wow,” a woman with glasses gasps as she studies you, “you look amazing. Damn it I missed this scene.”

You blink and laugh nervously, “what? What do you mean?”

“Y/N, who is it?” Pietro asks out loud.

“Just solicitors, please go get Wanda, Pietro.”

Without question he does as you say and the man and woman in front of you grow pale and shake their head.

“Who are you?” You repeat in a more threatening voice.

The man steps forward and you move to block his path.

“I’m Agent Woo and this Doctor Darcy,” he reveals, making you freeze.

“What?”

#marvel #avengers #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff imagine #Pietro maximoff imagines #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff fanfiction #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #marvel infinity war #avengers imagines #maximoff twins #jimmy woo #darcy lewis #wandavision

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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hi !! i love ur writing sm, can i request karl with a trans (ftm) boyfriend? you can do whatever u want with it i just think the situation would be cute :D

Karl x transmale!reader

trigger warnings: transphobia, homophobia, swearing, dysphoria

Okay, so part of this is hcs because I had too many general ideas to fit in one fic, plus a situation

(d/n)- deadname

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So, Karl and a trans boyfriend

when you came out he was so chill about it, even though you were kinda freaking out, like:

“Karl... I’m trans”

“Okay.”

“Like, I’m a guy, and use he/him pronouns now.”

“Alright, your obviously not going by (d/n), so what do you want me to call you?”

You were just so shocked

he’s like, so proud of you for being so brave to come out

constantly tells you how valid you are

definitely offered to buy you a binder, like as soon as you came out

once you came out he went around reintroducing you to people like you were someone totally different

“Jimmy! I have someone for you to meet!” *Pulls you out from behind wall or somthin* “This is my new boyfriend (y/n)!”

would throw hands with even his friends if they deadname you

definitely would go to pride with you, and just be so happy to see you fitting in and looking so excited about the atmosphere

starts leaving little sticky notes around your apartment ‘your so handsome’ ‘ily (y/n)’ ‘your very masculine today’ ‘remember to take your binder off’

when you get dysphoric would give you his baggiest hoodie in a heart beat, anything to make you feel more comfortable

quietly has alarms set to make sure you aren’t over wearing your binder so he can remind you to take it off, and thinks he’s so discreet about it even though you’ve known for months

if/when you got top surgery he’d go with you, and be all giddy when you woke up, excited that you finally had at least part of the right body

can and has chewed out transphobes in public for purposely miss gendering you

speaking of:

It was a nice day, and for once (with much hype from Karl) you were feeling pretty good about how you looked.

You and Karl were currently wandering through a park, fingers intertwined, enjoying the day.

Some frat boy quickly edged around you, muttering, “God, what’s with the fags in this god damned park?”

Karl stopped in his tracks, already starting to go for his wallet to confuse the person, “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me fag.” The kid turned around glaring at him.

Karl started to pull out three dollars, “Listen man this-”

The guy started to laugh, “Wait your not just a fag, your a fag with a girlfriend whos in fucking denial!”

You looked down, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Karl looked livid, and he was, “I’m sorry, what did you just say about my boyfriend?”

“That?” The kid pointed to you, “That ain’t your boyfriend buddy.”

Gently Karl pushed you behind him, “Last I fucking checked, I had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, fucking right, that bitch is clearly a fucking woman.”

“HE is a boy! You shut your uneducated mouth, you don’t get to fucking talk about him like that!”

Now Karl never swore, but now, he allowed himself, and you quietly watched his 5′ 11′ figure face off against this man who had to be at least 6′ 2′’.

“Please fucking enlighten me as to how you would even think, that he’s not a fucking dude! I’d like to know!”

“Listen man, I get wanting to defend your little girlfriend-”

“HE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND, I’VE CORRECTED YOU ONCE AND I WILL NOT FUCKING DO IT AGAIN!” Karl exploded.

The transphobe blinked, clearly not excpecting that.

“PLEASE, IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA FUCKING LISTEN TO ME JUST LEAVE, I DON’T NEED YOU FUCKING MY BOYFRIENDS AND I’S DATE!!!!”

The guy quickly turned and hurried down the path, leaving Karl to quickly pull you into his arms, murmuring, “He’s wrong, you are so freaking handsome, and so freaking valid, and you do pass, just like you always do.”

Your arms snaked there way around his waist, “Thank you.”

Karl pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Anything for you darlin.”

#mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x male reader #karl jacobs imagines #teddy06 writes #x reader #mcyt x male reader

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redwinterroses · 3 years

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hey so here's an idea for a "two best friends but one turned evil and asked the other to kill him before he went too far gone" trope (you know exactly what i'm referring to)

the first character, looking into his friends eyes, stabs him in the heart. then they both fall down and the first character is left on his knees, head down, holding onto the sword embedded into his friend's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

he doesn't touch the sword again and instead ties a ribbon around it in memory of the one he lost

you're welcome :)

- anon fierri

Not that this has been on my brain all day or anything, but... well. Okay. It has been. And then @/3lsmp posted that stuff about a zombie AU and-- well. This happened.

Yay for my first shulker box fic! (1,728 words, with mirrored/connected first and last lines)

Zombie stories don't have happy endings so... neither does this. Be warned.

Jimmy’s waiting when Scott gets back home.

He stands in front of the door to the house they’ve been living out of, with none of his gear or weapons on him. He’s leaning against the old oak that grows next to the sidewalk, one foot perched on a root that ripples out of the ground and cracks through the old concrete. The sun is setting behind him, but the twilight shadows don’t quite hide the bloody stain that spreads from his right shoulder.

Scott’s feet come to a stop of their own accord, and he very specifically does not move his hand to the hilt of his sword. He shifts his satchel— filled with goodies he managed to find today; he discovered an entire village that hadn’t been raided yet— on his arm, its weight heavy after an afternoon of walking. He hates the wary tone in his words when he calls out:

“Jimmy?”

Jimmy, looking up to see him, gives a shrug. “Told ya this would happen,” he says, and there’s a quirk to his smile that could break other hearts.

((hard to break what’s already shattering.))

Scott swallows. “Show me.”

Jimmy pulls the collar of his shirt to the side, and Scott winces at the bloody mess that is his mangled shoulder.

“Skizz got me,” Jimmy says. “It was stupid— I should’a been faster, but… I mean, it was Skizz, ya know? He still kinda looked like himself, and I thought… I dunno what I thought. But by the time I realized he was already gone, he’d got my shoulder in his teeth and…”

((the earth is crumbling away beneath him. this is a nightmare. time to wake up now.))

((please wake up now.))

“Hey, don’t worry.” Jimmy covers the wound back up. “It doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“It doesn’t— No, Jimmy that’s not the way to make me feel better.” Scott takes another step forward, his arms aching to reach out and his gut telling him to get away get away get away— He can feel his throat closing, swallowing emotions he refuses to feel.

“Look— ” Jimmy takes a step forward and Scott backpedals, half-unsheathing the blade at his hip. He hates himself for it instantly, but the instinct—

The instinct is what keeps him alive.

Jimmy just puts his hands up placatingly. “Hey, hey— I’m not that far gone yet.”

“You’re fine.” Scott tries to sound scornful, and nearly succeeds. “We’ll get you patched up and you’ll be good as new in a few days. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

With a laugh, Jimmy shakes his head. “Nice daydream,” he says. “That would be cool.”

They stand there, in a silence that shouldn’t have been awkward, for a long moment. Then, at the same time:

“Scott, you know— ”

“So I picked up a— ”

Pause.

“You go first,” Jimmy says.

((Jimmy always puts others first.))

Scott grits his teeth and forces his voice to be light and cheerful. Nothing is wrong. They’re fine. “I found canned soup!” he says. “Five cans— one’s a little rusty, but I’m sure it’s fine.”

“That’s… um. That’s good.”

Scott steps around Jimmy—

((not too close. don't get too close— no. damn you, coward, get as close as you want, there’s nothing wrong— ))

— and moves toward the house. “So…” he says, “I’ll just… start up the fire? Get dinner going? I think we’ve still got some— ”

“Scott.”

Jimmy’s voice stops him, and Scott winces. He drops his head, unable to look Jimmy in the eye.

“Don’t make me do this,” he says. His voice struggles, and his free hand goes to his throat, as if he can pull the plea from his chest. “You… you can’t make me do this. You can’t.”

((i can’t, i can’t, i can’t— ))

“You gotta.”

((too close!!))

Scott’s head snaps up, and one hand flails behind him, catching against the siding of the house. Jimmy is right there—

((danger! danger!))

But other than the tell-tale red gleam in his eye and the bloody stain on the shoulder of his shirt, Jimmy looks the same. Same golden hair, same dimple as he quirks half a sad smile, same gentle hands spread wide. Unarmed, though that won’t matter soon. He stands close enough that Scott could reach out and touch him— punch him, maybe, for being such an idiot… or wrap him in an embrace that will never let go.

“Skizz got me an hour ago,” Jimmy says, and his voice is as low as a secret. “I’ve got… what. Maybe twenty minutes? Another hour if we’re insanely lucky?”

“You’re fine,” Scott says again. But this time it comes out as a plea and not a statement.

“I’m not.” Jimmy shakes his head. His eyes shift to the side. “I… to be honest, I’m already feeling it.”

“Feeling— feeling what?” Why was he asking. What a stupid question.

And yet… yet he had to know.

Jimmy drops his hands to his sides, and they clench and unclench. Scott watches, mesmerized, his heartbeat fluttering in time with Jimmy’s hands curling into white-knuckled fists and uncurling into trembling claws.

“I can’t— I can’t describe it. It’s like I’m on fire. Only I’m drowning at the same time. Or something. And I— ” he takes a deep breath, and meets Scott’s gaze. A low growl comes into his voice, and the hands squeeze tight into hard twists of bone. “I look at you, and all I can see is how easy you’d be to kill right now.”

Scott’s sword is drawn before his denial can catch up.

((instinct keeps you alive))

Jimmy looks down at the shining blade, and finally his façade of cheerful nonchalance wavers. There’s a crack in his voice as he says, “There we go. That’s… that’s the way it’s gotta be.”

((i can’t, i can’t, i can’t— ))

And then, as if he can hear Scott’s internal scream: “I don’t— I don’t want to become like one of them. I don’t want… you to see me like that.”

Like one of them. Scott’s memories skip over images of white-eyed creatures, people he used to know, monsters with mindless hunger driving them to rip, to shred, to devour—

Jimmy wakes up crying some nights. He tries to be quiet, Scott knows, but in the single room they’ve barricaded against the darkness, every sound is magnified— and Scott's always been a light sleeper. He knows Jimmy dreams of them, dreams of blood and gore and of being left alone— or worse, of being the one to do the shredding.

He knows because he’s dreamed it too.

“I won’t let that happen,” he says, his voice firm. But there’s a tremble in the sword between them.

“You didn’t let it happen. It just… it just did, dude. That’s life.” Jimmy takes a deep breath, and with a far too gentle hand, takes hold of the sword blade and guides it to rest over his heart. “Anyway, you promised.”

“Right so, if I get bit, you have to take me out before I can hurt anyone.”

“Ew. What a horribly morbid things to say.”

“I’m serious! I couldn’t deal with it if I turned into one of those things and came after you or any of the others— ”

“It’s not gonna happen, so don’t be stupid about it.”

“Come on— just say it. Promise me that if I start to turn, you’ll… ya know. Kill me.”

“Jimmy— ”

“Promise me, Scott.”

“…Fine. But only if you promise the same.”

((it won’t happen. it'll be fine. they’ll be fine.))

“Of course, dude. I promise.”

“You promised.”

Scott’s face is wet with hot tears that he can’t feel himself crying, and he wants to drop the sword— wants to fling it away from both of them and let fate do its worst. Who cares if he dies too?

((jimmy cares. If you let him destroy you, it’ll destroy him first.))

“Damn you,” Scott whispers.

Jimmy smiles.

The sword enters his body too easily.

It slides between the ribs, the only sound the soft catch in Jimmy’s throat as the blade bites into his heart.

For a frozen instant, they both stand there, outside the house they’d claimed— the home they’d defended. Jimmy looks down at the weapon in his chest, one hand reaching toward Scott—

And he falls

((he falls and falls and falls and Scott is falling too and the sword clatters to the ground and he’s clutching at Jimmy’s face and bundling the body to himself and pawing the hair away from his eyes and Jimmy’s hand is on his and— ))

There are no final words. No poignant goodbyes, no tearful proclamations or whispered last regrets.

There is only an ending.

There is only Scott, silent and dry-eyed, kneeling on the ground under the oak with Jimmy’s lifeless hand clasped to his chest.

He doesn’t move, even as night falls around him—

((them))

— and the cicadas start their mournful chorus. Doesn’t stir until something rattles down the street and he dimly realizes that Jimmy would murder him if after all this, Scott went and got himself shredded by a zombie anyway.

Jimmy’s body is heavier than he expected, and yet somehow lighter than it ought to be. As if it’s missing everything that made it Jimmy. He drags it—

((him))

— inside the house and wonders what exactly he’s supposed to do now. Dig a grave, he supposes, but— where? In the yard? It seems so… anticlimactic.

((death is anticlimactic. life is the climax. death is… an afterthought.))

He leaves the sword where it fell. He can’t… he can’t bear to touch it now. Scott doesn’t believe in curses—

((yes you do yes you do you’re cursed this place is cursed and that sword is cursed and the ground where it lays is cursed and— ))

— and yet he can’t bring himself to fetch it. Someone else can find it.

He’ll dig the grave tomorrow.

Tonight… tonight he sits. Keeps watch. Hopes beyond hope that Jimmy will stir— knowing that if he does, it won’t be for any good reason. Knowing that if he does, he won’t be able to kill him a second time.

Tomorrow he’ll leave. Find a new place— far away. Sometime, maybe sooner, maybe later… he’ll find the end of his road too.

He hopes Jimmy will be waiting there, when he finally gets back home.

#i played with the prompt a little bit near the end #but... yeah. that's a thing i wrote today.#redwinterwrites #redwinteranswers #3L zombie au #why are we so mean to scott and jimmy in these fics honestly #someone write some good skizz angst or etho or somebody #they get left out lol

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seeker-of-stories19 · 3 years

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Found this article about things Ian did wrong in Shameless and I’m not saying he’s perfect but this didn’t even make sense so I’m fixing it. (Part 1)

20/20

Okay so you’re saying it’s messed up that a fifteen year old was sleeping with his married boss? No it’s messed up that a married adult man is having sex with his fifteen year old employee, consensual or not he’s the adult in the situation. Also Ian did think it was wrong and opted out of their weekend together when he was presented with the presence of Kash’s family life. And I’d like to just add that while this was a bad decision He didn’t exactly have many options as far as expressing his sexuality, throughout the show it is clear that the southside isn’t exactly excepting.

19/20

Seriously? You’re not obligated to come out to someone just because you care about each other, sexual and romantic preferences are personal to some people and it’s not something you’re required to share. Not to mention there are plenty of reasons Ian may not have come out to his family, maybe he was scared or maybe he wasn’t ready but that’s his decision it has nothing to do with Lip.

18/20

Mandy reacted well because she’s a good person and she wanted her best friend and her brother, two people she cares about, to be happy. That doesn’t seem weird to me? I mean really it’s not her job to dictate who either of them can date and she doesn’t which is a sign that they have a genuine friendship. Not to mention Ian didn’t tell her because Mickey wanted it to be private which again is his decision.

17/20

First of all I don’t think Ian was indecisive I think it was awkward to tell your gay boss you’ve been sleeping with that you’re not interested in a relationship while he’s trying to impregnate his wife. Also one again Ian is being blamed for something that could be better pinned on either other character, Mickey shouldn’t have antagonized Kash and Kash obviously shouldn’t have shot Mickey because he was jealous (it’s not like he could’ve thought they’d be together forever.) Finally Ian really wouldn’t have helped either of them by going to the cops. Kash was engaging in an illegal affair with a teenager and Mickey probably would have been killed by his father who is a known homophobe if the truth got out.

16/20

Yeah an insane homophobic ex con thinks you got his daughter pregnant when you’re actually sleeping with his son and he was the one who impregnated his own daughter, why would you try to protect the people you care about and save your own life? Also Mandy and Mickey would be pretty relieved that their dad was locked up a while longer.

15/20

Why would Ian tell Jimmy? It’s not like they’re incredibly close and as far as the fact that Ned is married he shouldn’t be dating a teenager. Now I’m not saying this was rational or ethical behavior but I do think that Ian behaves in some questionable ways romantically throughout the beginning of the series but he never had a good role model in this department and he’s really just a kid who makes some stupid decisions and figures it out later on. Finally I’d like to point out that Ian had never had the opportunity to be in a relationship where the other person isn’t ashamed or afraid of being with him and he even confirms that this is why he’s with Ned when Mickey asks, which in my opinion is more sad than anything else.

14/20

He didn’t get tired of waiting to enlist he watched his boyfriend get raped by a Russian prostitute while they were both held at gunpoint and then watched him as he was forced to marry her since she was pregnant with his child. As for the rest of it, being bipolar is hardly something you could blame on Ian.

13/20

Seriously? For starters they didn’t know he was bipolar because he wasn’t there and they weren’t looking for him, even later in the season no one other than Mickey expressed more than basic concern over his behavior. I’d also like to point out that he’s spent his entire childhood watching Monica struggle with this disease. He knows what it does to people so of course he wouldn’t except it instantly. Even under normal circumstances denial in these type of life changing circumstances is normal. As for the rest of it he did care about his family enough to take his meds even though they made him feel so horrible he eventually stopped. And his relationship with Mickey was so sex based for so long that not being able to perform sexually only made him feel more insecure about a disease that he’s already watched ruin his family’s life. As a bonus I’d just like to throw in that all these criticisms are based on the effects of a mental illness he has no control over.

12/20

One again this behavior was caused by a mental illness he didn’t have any control over, and as hard as it was to watch Mickey be so heartbroken they persevered like they always do. Also, you can understand why Ian would feel babied or crazy by Mickey’s sudden careful and loving behavior, he’s not in the right mindset to accept the genuine change in his long time partner as anything other than a response to his bipolar disorder.

11/20

Honestly I’m getting sick of making the same point over and over again. He’s mentally ill, he isn’t thinking clearly, he’s afraid and in denial, and he doesn’t have control over any of it. Seriously the judgement against him for having a mental disease in this article is infuriating. Not to mention the fact that both Ian and Yevgeny are alright which I count as a win considering the circumstances.

Hopefully you enjoyed this or at least found it interesting even if you didn’t agree on the whole thing. I’d love to hear people’s thoughts as I put a lot of time into thinking about these points. Part 2 will be posted soon and will be a continuation of this because I hit the 10 image max. I obviously don’t own the article and it is posted at the bottom to give full credit to the writer. I only own my opinions.

Part 1/2

#shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #gallagher’s #bipolar disorder #mental disorder #mental illness #article #rant post #ranting #my thoughts #gallavich

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Cotton Candy

Plot: After ‘helping’ out your friend Jimmy he decides to return the favour

Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader

Warning: Foreplay (Female and Male Recieving), Overstimulation and Orgasm Denial, Sexual Intercourse, Mentions of Masturbation, not fully proof red..

Word count: 3,265 (wow how’d that happen..?)

Requested: Yes

A/N: I have decided to keep the format text of the actual fic big to help some people read it better

It all started from the moment you woke up, your alarm hadn’t gone off therefore you missed breakfast. With your stomach rumbling and the dull ache of not having eaten you heard shouting from inside the tent, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you walked in.

“And where have you been?!” You didn’t like to say that she scared you, but when Elsa wasn’t in the best of moods it was like looking Satan in the eyes, before you could even explain you got cut off. “Actually I don’t care, just get to work Y/N we have a sold-out show tonight”

Debating on whether to backchat her you decided on not too, she was the one that let you live here and paid you, you weren’t an act in the show you served more as a helper: Cleaning the tent ready for the show, doing the performers makeup, cleaning up after the show and so on. You had nowhere else to go after getting kicked out for having pre-marital sex, so the Freak Show was your only option, thankfully Elsa saw the desperation in your eyes and agreed as long as you helped around here. You were eternally grateful to her.

Nodding and walking off to do your daily duties of fixing up the torn clothes for the show tonight, you didn’t even hear the hear conversation within the tent that you just left.

“Try cutting her some slack Elsa” As soon as that left Jimmy’s lips the instant regret on his face was evident due to the expression that lay upon Elsa’s.

“A pretty little face and a smile makes you melt hmm?” Going wide-eyed Jimmy tried to deny what she was saying, even though she spoke the truth, he had fallen for you hard but his cheeks went red since he thought he had been discreet about it.

“I-I.. no!” A few sniggers left Paul’s lips once he saw how flustered his friend had got, it’s not the only thing that Jimmy thought about you though, yeah you had a pretty face and a beautiful smile.. but something about you just made him want to tear that dress off your body and bend you over the nearest surface. He often thought about you while he touched himself: what your skin felt like up against his, imagining his name falling from your lips.. how tight you’d feel around him. It was a never-ending cycle.

Without another word Jimmy scurried out of the tent like a mouse running away from a cat, surely he had time to jerk off. He didn’t need to practice for the show for another couple of hours, and by then he would’ve been done and cleaned up. They would be none the wiser...

“Oh, Jimmy just the man I was looking for!” Gulping when he heard your sweet voice he put on a smile as he turned to look at you, it wasn’t that he was not happy to see you but the fact that he was as hard as a rock, and it was pretty evident in his trousers.

“Hey, doll” Jimmy’s voice came across somewhat shaken and by the worried expression on your face he knew you heard it. “Listen I don’t feel that well..”

“Oh.. okay I just wanted to give you these” Holding his shirts for what he wore for the show you had sewn up the arm, it had torn in a fight he had with a rude customer which resulted in him having a bleeding nose the previous night.

“Oh thanks Y/N” Jimmy went to grab them but with the shocked expression on your face, he could tell you knew, oh my god he wanted the floor to swallow him up whole right now. Looking down he didn’t realise how evident his cock was against his trousers, it was like the world was against him at this point. “I-I can explain..”

“You don’t need too... it’s natural” You weren’t even that bothered, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn him on seeing him in such a state such as this. His cheeks all flushed with embarrassment while his cock strained against his trousers was enough to make any girl drop to their knees in front of him, you almost wanted too just to see his reaction. “I can help you out... if you want?”

Did he just hear correctly? Jimmy had to do a double-take because he thought his own ears were deceiving him, the girl he had fantasised about for the past three months wanted to help him get off..? He had to hide his excitement but the giggle that escaped her lips showed that he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it at all.

“Y-you Uhm. You sure?” He wanted to slap himself so hard across the face right now for even stuttering, it wasn’t like him to be nervous around a girl but you weren’t just any girl to him. You were the one he wanted to marry, have children and grow old with.. it sounded cheesy but that’s all he ever wanted with you.

“Get in that camper van Mr” Playfully pushing him back he stumbled inside, closing the door behind you your face looked completely innocent as you bit your bottom lip, but your eyes said another story. Your eyes look lustful.

Stepping closer to Jimmy until his back was against the wall your hand grazed the bulge of his crotch, you had barely touched him but a moan left his throat. With his head up against the wall with his eyes closed as you touched him, Jimmy didn’t even notice you were on your knees until he felt you undo the zipper. Every fibre within him wanted to pull you up and fuck you nice and hard up against the table, have you scream his name so the whole camp hears who owns you...

“I want to taste you..” It was like you had red his mind because he was about to pull you up to your feet, but as soon as you said that he had to grab into the counter beside him, to stop himself from toppling over in shock.

Pulling his trousers down along with his briefs you were met with his cock, your cheeks went bright red again as you wasn’t even expecting him to be this big, he noticed the nervous look in your eyes and used his hand to lift your chin to look up at him, it was a sight Jimmy could get used too. You looked so submissive below him...

“You don’t have to doll..” But you wanted too, by god you have been waiting for this moment and you weren’t going to let anyone stop you from doing this, from pleasuring the man you had fantasises about.. the man you pretended was fucking you and not some stupid greaser who didn’t even know where your clit was.

“I want too Jimmy” Before he could even say anything next your lips kissed the tip of his cock, not fully taking his cock in your mouth yet but it was enough to tease him, with the whining escaping his lips.

“Please doll.. fuck I’ll eat you out after..” A blush crept to your cheeks at the thought of his mouth on your cunt, part of you just wanted to lay down on the bed and let him get on with it. But right now this was about Jimmy, not you.

As soon as you wrapped your reddened lips around him and a hand around the part of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth there was an instant reaction from the man above you, the grip Jimmy had on your hair was hard and tight which in fact made you moan against him. As soon as you moaned against his cock a grunt was heard from Jimmy, the vibration from your moan against his cock was enough to make him cum then and there, but he held back, but he didn’t know for how long.

“Oh baby doll.. fuck!” You never heard such a noise come from Jimmy but once that growl left his lips it made your own arousal rise, taking your hair tightly in his hands he pushed your head down further until his cock was up against your throat and your nose pressed against his tummy. A gag left your lips as tears fell down your cheeks, making your mascara run, to which turned Jimmy on even more. You didn’t want him to stop the assault on your mouth and throat, saliva dripping down his cock and onto his balls was a sensation that Jimmy could get used too. “That’s it take my fucking cock!”

Leaning a hand down you decided on pleasuring yourself as he fucked your mouth, the only noise in the room was the sloppiness of you sucking his cock, it was the most obscene noise you’ve ever heard. Moaning against him once again when your fingers grazed against your cunt you soon felt how wet you are, rubbing your clit in circular motions you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you wanted to taste him so badly, it was almost like a drug to you.

Moving your spare hand up you gently but firmly massaged his balls, and this seemed to have a big effect on Jimmy considering he tightened the grip on your hair to where it almost hurt, but you didn’t mind. You liked the pain.

“K-Keep doing that!” The way his voice stuttered made your cunt even more wet, the effect you had on him was enough to make a nun drop to her knees. Jimmy’s thrusts into your mouth got faster which cause you to gag against his cock, the tightening grip of your throat and the sight of you touching yourself was enough for him. With his hips jerking and a moan of your name falling from his throat you felt his cum fill your mouth, Jimmy held you still for a moment before letting you pull away. Panting he smirked as he looked down at the sight before him, his cum running down your chin, but the sight of you swallowing his own seed was enough to make him moan again before chuckling. “You dirty bitch”

Blushing brightly at his chosen words you couldn’t help but giggle like a school girl, which in essence made Jimmy’s eyes darken with lust. Pulling you up from your knees his lips met yours in a heated frenzy, not caring that he could taste his own cum on your mouth, that turned him on even more.

“Get on the bed baby girl, I want to taste that sweet cunt of yours” Whimpering against his lips as soon as you spoke those words could’ve made your legs turn to jelly, doing as you were told you moved into his room and laid upon it. Jimmy’s cock still hard you could tell he’d be fucking you once he was done between your legs, moving your dress up his lips attached to your soft thighs, kissing and nibbling his way up until he got to where you needed him most.

With your underwear and dress now ripped off you and on the floor; he grew impatient with moving your dress again, he looked at you with a wide smirk. What was going on in that head of yours?

“First I’m going to stretch your cunt with my fingers then I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have” Jimmy’s voice deepened ever so slightly and it was enough to cause your cunt to get even more wet, if that was even possible at this point in time. Running his fused fingers over your cunt he noticed the reaction he got from you almost instantly, the moan was that off a prostitutes that was getting fucked over and over again by different men. “I’ve barely touched you, and look at how desperate you are for me”.

Mewling like a kitten you looked up at him submissively, you looked so small below him, he couldn’t wait to fill you up and have you whimpering as he pounded into you. “What’s the biggest cock you’ve taken doll?” The question came out of nowhere but it still made you go all coy and flushed in the cheeks, getting impatient and waiting for your answer he smacked your cunt, the feeling making you gasp and jolt in surprise.

“S-six inches..” And that was the greaser you slept with not so long ago, he was all cocky about how he’d have you screaming and squirting.. the most he did was let you moan a little but didn’t actually make you cum, which in result you had to boost his ego by faking an orgasm.

“Oh poor thing..” Jimmy playfully teased you, he could feel how wet you were against his fingers already, your cunt making a pool on his sheets the longer he rubbed up and down it. “Let’s fill up that empty cunt sweetheart”

Laying on his belly between your legs he pulled you closer to his mouth, you could feel his hot breath tickling your cunt as he blew on your clit. The feeling made your thighs involuntary squeeze his head with your thighs, but Jimmy didn’t even react to such an action, instead his lips wrapped them self around your clit as if it was the last thing he was going to taste.

“O-Oh Jimmy..” With him moaning at the taste of your cunt and the sensation of his mouth had you practically purring above him, your hands tangled themselves in his curls, running your nails through Jimmy’s scalp which left goosebumps on his skin.

His face was covered with your wetness and Jimmy didn’t want to stop, he could lay here between your legs for the rest of his life. His eyes looked up at you as he suckled onto your clit, slowly and carefully he thrusted his fused fingers inside you which in essence forced a moan from your throat, your hands tugging at his hair which led to a growl against your sensitive clit.

“Does that feel good doll? Having your cunt filled up with my fingers?” Jimmy murmured against you, waiting for your answer he raised a brow when all he got was a soft whimper. “I asked you a question” Curling his fingers inside you he could tell he had hit the spot just by your body jolting.

“Y-yes it feels good!” Satisfied with your answer he went back to sucking your clit, the only noises in the room were the wetness of him being between your legs and the moans escaping your lips. Sweat started to form on your skin, not only from the hot weather but having an attractive man between your legs, the thrust off his fingers along with his lips around your clit was enough to have your legs shaking within minutes.

Jimmy could tell you were close to your orgasm, he wanted to see you come undone but he wasn’t going to give in that easy, he wanted to hear you beg. So just as he got you right on the edge he pulled away from you completely, chuckling darkly at the loud whine and the pout that placed itself on your lips he looked at you.

“You really thought I was going to let you cum hmm? Good girls beg!” Seeing this side of Jimmy was enough to have you squeeze your legs together in arousal, but at this point in time you wanted to cum.

“Please.. please let me cum..” You sounded so pathetic, and honestly you were blushing like a whore in church. Shaking his head Jimmy only smirked at your attempt at begging you tried again. “Please.. Sir..”

Before you could even say anything else Jimmy was on top of you in seconds, the look in his eyes was something you haven’t seen before, it was like a wild animal. Gripping onto his cock he ran it over your slit as he kissed you hungrily, you could tell this man took pleasure in teasing you to no end. You could taste your own cunt on your lips, with his cum still in yours it was a mixed combination that you could get used too.

“You ready sweetheart?” Despite his dominant behaviour there was still the caring side that showed itself to you, but that caring side soon turned back to dominance when you nodded, his cock suddenly filling up your cunt to no end.

With your fingers splayed across his back and your nails digging into your skin a growl left him at how tight you felt around him, gripping your hips tightly his thrusts got faster, the bed frame banging against the wall was surely enough going to let in on the others what you two were doing in his camper van.

“Y-You feel so good Jimmy..” Looking up into his eyes, his curls starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat beading from your skin, with each thrust felt like he was filling you up more and more, not wanting it to end you looked up at him desperately.

Jimmy still couldn’t believe he had you under him, his cock being the cause of your whimpers and moans. Leaning a hand down his thumb pressed against your clit, your nails dragging down his back in reaction he knew he’d have marks there after this was done, but honestly he didn’t care, he wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours.

“Yeah, that feel good beautiful?” Only being able too nod in response due to the pleasure you were in a smirk plastered itself on Jimmy’s face, he could feel your cunt tightening around his cock just like it tightened around his fingers from earlier. But this time he wasn’t going to deny you your orgasm, you wanted to cum? He was going to force them out of you until you begged him to stop.

“J-Jimmy!” Squealing and clinging onto the man for dear life he felt you squeeze against his cock like a vice, snarling and working you through your own orgasm he kept thrusting at an animalistic pace. You were sure the bed frames were going to break at this rate, explaining that to Elsa would be the most embarrassing thing you would’ve endured. “Jimmy I can’t! Not again”

“Don’t be so selfish, I need to come too!” You half expected him to pull out and cum all over your stomach, painting you with it almost but no. His assault on your cunt only got harder and sloppier as he got close to his release, groaning and moaning you felt yourself get close to cumming as well. You had always been sensitive so when he carried on thrusting even after you came your legs were trembling.

“Your going to take my cum like a good girl!” Leaning down he growled that in your ear as he sucked just under it, marking his territory with a purple love bite. Just the very thought of him filling you up had you screaming below him as you came hard against him once again, his own release filling your cunt he moaned out your name like a prayer. Working you through both of your releases his thrusts came to a halt, his cock softening inside you with the both of you panting you looked at one another.

“Has anyone ever told you your pussy tastes just like Cotton Candy?”

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Hardison: "Okay, I've written three months worth of blogs for our sensitive dad over here, I've got prices for the braces, Dashell's chess club..."

Eliot: "You put in that we went to the Super Bowl?"

Hardison: "Oh, yeah man, yeah, you even met some of the players. Now, what I was thinking, tell me what you feel, are you guys goin' on like a, a road-trip cross-country, you do a tour or something, go see-"

Eliot: [face contorts as Hardison speaks, till he finally interrupts him] "Yeah, yeah. I like that, I like that, or - and I'm just gonna put this out there, what if I took him on a tour of all the, all the, all the ball parks in America, Hardison, huh?!" [Nate and Hardison both interject quietly but Eliot shouts over them] "Or maybe took him to the opera, or the moon, huh?! You know, believable father-and-son stuff!"

Nate: "A little focus, please."

Eliot: "Look at the picture he used, man!"

Hardison: "Hey! Excuse me, man, I'm sorry if this kinda writing opens me up creatively, I'm usually stuck lookin' at binary codes all day, maybe I was writin' the father that I wanted one day, okay? Th-That ma- what's the problem with gettin' emotionally butt-nekkid?!"

Eliot: "Whoaaaa..."

Nate: "Oh, please don't, please don't, we-"

Hardison: "I'm just tryin' to share my feelin's on paper!"

Nate: "We don't wanna see that, no, please don't." [gets them back on track]

This is a very funny exchange but I can't help but feel like there's at least three other things going on here.

On the surface, it's just Eliot being annoyed because Hardison went against his wishes and changed his portrayal to a super doting sensitive dad over what he requested:

Eliot: "Alright, look, listen to me. If I'm gonna do this, alright, I wanna... I wanna be tough dad, y'know what I mean? Cool dad. Just enough to turn her head - don't go overboard on this, keep it simple. You know, someone who's, who's not afraid to make a PB&J, okay, but still wants to go out into the yard, get dirty, kick the soccer ball around a little bit... -Strict! But fair."

Except Eliot didn't have any problem playing a more sensitive/open dad when he was meeting with the soccer moms. And he didn't seem to start totally losing it until Hardison described all the stuff that fictional Eliot+his son had done together, particularly the Super Bowl and the roadtrip. Which are definitely more overboard activities compared to what he's been picturing maybe, but also I feel like his reaction is way over the top. His insistence that these aren't at all realistic father/son activities is. Interesting. Especially when paired with his requested type of dad who seems like the kinda guy who would like to do at least some of that stuff if he could afford it.

It's all kind of giving me thought about Eliot's own relationship with his dad, and the kinds of things they did or did not do together, and how seeing himself portrayed this way may bring back memories or something?

There's also Hardison talking about how he got really into it, maybe put some of what he wanted in a dad once.

We don't often get to see Hardison talk about his childhood in general, but he certainly never mentions any kind of father figure or male mentor, just Nana. It's definitely interesting to have him express that longing he once had for a doting dad here, especially with Nate sitting right next to him. Hardison has always been more open and emotional, and also more eager and clearly willing to learn from Nate. His relationship with Nate even parallels Nate's relationship with Jimmy Ford in some ways, as a sort of father figure who isn't really much of a dad most of the time. Nate gets much more fatherly with Parker, possibly because she isn't really seeking that from him so it's not as difficult for him to open himself up in return. But that means that Hardison who does look more for that kind of older mentor, Nate's approval and guidance, etc., is kind of left in the cold.

Then we have Hardison shouting about expressing his feelings and being emotionally open.

If you go with the common interpretation that something happened between the thiefsome after the Rundown Job, this is really interesting. Because there was enough time for Eliot to heal up from his injuries, then he had an emotionally difficult time in the Low Low Price Job, then the White Rabbit was hard on Parker, then the Corkscrew Job everything seemed mostly fine between all three of them. But Eliot's been sitting on the other side of the table with Nate and Sophie in between himself and Parker/Hardison. And he's been acting openly interested in the blogger moms this whole episode. Which at first, Hardison was joking with him about as well.

But it kinda feels to me like there was romantic intimacy explored in some way after Rundown, then Eliot kept some distance and even asked that lady out in Low Low Price. Hardison and Parker gave him time and space and didn't push, but now it's Christmas season - a time Parker's going on about togetherness and caring, and gifts are usually given and feelings shared... Except Nate's insisting on no gifts this year. An easy out for Eliot. And Hardison is working closely with Eliot who is being all into these other women. Kinda feels like Hardison's sick of it. He's given Eliot lots of time, lots of space, and he knows how Eliot feels! It's not like Parker who was working steadily towards their relationship even if she took her time, Eliot let something happen then just went into full denial mode and it's getting kinda old to pretend nothing happened.

The scene at the end of the episode fits really well with this too, when Sophie gives her speech about trust, and their gifts to one another for Christmas being sharing something personal. She asks who will go first, and after a very short pause, Parker nominates Eliot, with a little nod. Then Nate goes for it instead, but his story is very genuine and open and vulnerable. And in the last second or two of the episode we see Eliot lift his head and shake his hair out of his face like maybe he's getting ready to speak next.

Could be a great lead-in to the thiefsome properly getting together while still keeping everything canon.

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