Mar 1, 2025
His henchmen crave him so bad.
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His henchmen crave him so bad.
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even with this though my face is still. bwegh
This is a drabble for my writing challenge. Prompt #12 “Stop making empty promises” Character; Jack Kline. This was requested by @randomblog1981 though in the future please use my ask box to make request. I hope this doesn’t come off as mean it just makes it easier to have all my request in one spot. Also request for this writing challenge are still open, either scroll down on my blog until you get to it or on my blog search writing challenge and it’ll be the first thing that comes up.
"I promise I'll come back, I just have to help her out. She's saved my life before, you know that Jack" You told him a hint of frustration in the tone you used, after all you'd been on plenty of hunts before you even met Jack, Dean, Sam or Cas yet at the same time you understood Jack's reasoning for you not wanting to go alone. After all you wouldn't want him going on a hunt by himself either.
"If you're leaving on a hunt I'm coming with you. I want to protect you" Jack's voice sounded like it was going to break any second as he watched you pack all the equipment you'd need for your hunt into a leather backpack
"You have to stay here, the boys are going to be worried if they come back to an empty bunker" You tried reasoning slinging the now full backpack on
"We can wait for them to come back and we can all go help your friend or at least you won't have to go alone"
"I wish I could but by then she could be dead or worse, we don't know when they'll get back" Your voice holds no room for an argument and the face Jack is making, like one of a wounded animal, is silently killing you but you have no other option here
"Come back to me" It's not a command, not a question but a plead. He doesn't want to think of the alternative
"I pro-" Your sentence dies down as fast as it came when he pulls you into a hug
"Stop making empty promises" His voice holds no malice or anger just sadness and you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes
"No more empty promises, I'm coming back" You tell him and you were so sure of that statement and he could see the honesty in your eyes and relief floods through him. Just like it always does with every promise you make despite time and time again them being broken. He is always trusting of you and always believes in you, it's the same story over and over again. The smile on his face and love in his eyes makes you smile as well.
You exit the bunker with one thought only on your mind. You're going to keep this promise, you're going to come back and you'll never tell him another empty promise again. Little did you know only one of those statements would be right.
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Oh, tumblrs, how I've missed you. Friday before last, I answered a distress call from a close friend who moved out of state. If you know me, you know that means I'll throw some sweats and a hoodie in my bag and hit the road right away to go take care of my chosen family. We drank champagne, watched Gilmore Girls, and played in the snow. Home by Saturday night, I found myself RIDICULOUSLY ill on Sunday. The kind of ill which prevents one from doing anything other than shivering violently under electric blankets and occasionally weeping. I'm immunosuppressed, which means even a cold can be capital-S-Scary, so I sucked it up and went to see a medical professional. I'm a special snowflake, obviously, testing positive for both the flu and strep. What kind of sadist prescribes pill-form antibiotics the size of a Volkswagen beetle to be swallowed by an individual with strep throat? That shit? BRUTAL. I've almost finished the antibiotics, I finally got to take a shower (best. shower. ever.), and I'm utterly sick of being in my bed. Listen, I deeply love bed and I dearly value sleep, but sleeping in bed has been the sum total of my ability for TEN ENTIRE DAYS. The agency to fetch oneself a Jell-O cup without falling down or inconveniencing one's spouse is not to be overlooked. So, I'm hoping to be back in the mix shortly. @liesllunalove has been keeping me up to date on fandom happenings - apparently while I was sleeping, the bearding has gone kaput? This is excellent news indeed. I'm so encouraged, in fact, that tomorrow I'm going to attempt solid food! What's been up, otherwise? Fill me in! @liesllunalove @misfitstylinson @seasurfacefullofclouds @3words-larryisreal @sexatoxbridge @larrystylinsonmama
i can't really process the size of anything
like i can do the math of everything and all these bullshit conversion factors but something being a foot away vs some meters means literally nothing in my head
it hasn't really been a problem cause i don't usually need to measure things?? if i need to know how far something is i just rely on the minutes instead
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ohhhhh almost
I just thought of
sharing a look with the person you're falling for
and like
them looking back at you
and no words need to be shared, but something just tells you that
maybe they are falling too
smart