#we will never see val and charlie get back together this is so unfair

[thstarsofsilver]

the cancellation of 'how i met your father' is actually a much greater loss for television than i'm sure most people are going to give it credit for.

for starters, this show marked a big part of bringing back longer-format sitcoms, where seasons lasted 24 episodes and the idea was to follow the characters through several years of their lives, marking major life milestones, etc. it leaned into the comedy, both physical and witty, and allowed its audience the pleasure of following an assorted group of random but very close friends through shenanigans. it had the simple joy of good old fun.

it also seemed like a great example of very casual but genuine representation & diversity. one thing i loved about the show was how there was poc representation & lgbtq+ representation, but that wasn't the only thing those characters were there for. sid was a south asian man, but it didn't define him - even without that he would've been a fleshed out and interesting character. ellen was an east asian lesbian, and the same applied for her. in fact, her journey of self-love was an important part of her story, and yet it was not at all related to either aspect of her identity. (i know they weren't the only examples, but you get it.)

minorities were allowed to exist as humans, without existing only as minorities, which is a box many shows put their characters in, and it was nice to see it done well for a change. yes, it could have had even more diversity, but the point very much still stands, including in the fact that we never saw sophie's son because he could have been any race (a welcomed progression from the characteristic 00s all-white himym cast).

i know lots of people gave the 1st season a shot and didn't come back for the 2nd, because they found it forced and cringey and various other things.

but in s2 the writing and characters found their feet - the jokes were funnier, the stories were more enjoyable, the characters were more lovable, and it was clear that with time the show had grown into itself.

and it's a shame, for himyf, its fans & the sitcom genre as a whole, that this show will never be allowed any more time, never be afforded the opportunity, to keep growing, and conclude all those stories they set up.

[rocky-alex]

Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore

Word count: 1737

Warnings: nothing this time

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Chapter fifteen: Make Me Wanna Scream

“I have to do something, I have to go to her!” You were struggling in Sam’s arms, trying to get by him to the garage. You had to go to Texas, to check on Mica and figure out what the hell was going on. After explaining about Mica’s call to the brothers, you’d gone to your room to pack, and then headed out to the garage, only to find them waiting for you.

“You can’t!” Sam had raised his voice, trying to get through to you, but you refused to listen. “You can’t go there! Someone will definitely be watching Mica’s house, waiting for you to show up.” Dean walked up beside Sam, catching your eyes.

“Look, they found out you two care about each other. I guarantee they have people watching her house, who will know the second you show up at her doorstep.”

“You don’t get it,” you hissed. “If she gets hurt because of me, because my family is looking for me…” you trailed off.

“You still can’t go.” You felt a burning feeling in your eyes but held back for all you were worth. You didn’t want to cry infront of them, not now, but your couldn’t help it, the tears started streaming down your cheeks without your permission and you thrashed in Sam’s arms, trying to get loose. His grip didn’t let up one bit, and eventually you sagged into a heap. The sobs tore through you, your mind imagining the most horrible things happening to Mica. Sam held you up, not restraining you now, but instead trying to comfort you.

After a few minutes you pulled yourself together and stood facing the brothers. Your voice was cracked and shaky when you spoke.

“Look, I get that it’s dangerous, but I don’t have a choice. She’s… She’s the one I relied on after I left Sweden, she’s the one who picked me up from my dark places. Something was wrong when she called, and I have to check on her.”

“It’s not that simple, Y/N,” Dean said. “If your family really is looking for you, it could mean their operation is still up and running, that they never stopped trading and dealing with monsters.”

“You don’t think I understand that?” You looked at them incredulously. “What I want is to make sure Mica isn’t dragged into this in any way.”

“Not happening. Besides, even if you do show up there it doesn’t mean she won’t get hurt. Staying away could actually keep her alive for longer.” Dean wasn’t letting up. What made him think he could decide what you could do? Yes, he and Sam saved your life, and let you stay with them. You knew they were trying to keep you safe, but this seemed a bit over-the-top for someone they had just met.

“Why are you so fucking stubborn and intent on keeping me here?”

“Are you serious?” Dean looked pissed. “I’m trying to keep you out of this, to keep you safe! You don’t know what kind of situation you’d be walking into, you could get hurt, bad.”

Hearing him say that and seeing his face made you flash back to what Sam had told you last night. “Me and Dean have seen too many people die, and with you we saw an opportunity we don’t get very often.” He really just didn’t want to see you get hurt.

“I’m sorry.” You picked your bag up off the floor where you’d dropped it, and walked back to your room.

You sat on your bed, feeling dejected, hopeless. Mica had helped you through so much, and now, when she needed you the most, you couldn’t help her. If anything happened to her because Dean wouldn’t let you go… But you could see his point. She could end up hurt even if you did go to Texas, there was no guarantee your family would spare her life. At his outburst you’d realised how Dean felt but you couldn’t understand it, despite Sam explaining.

A knock on your door brought you out if your own head, and you called out that it was open. Not so surprisingly, it was Sam. He came in and sat in the armchair again. Both of you stayed silent for a while, Sam simply watching you while you stared at the floor. When he finally spoke, he asked you a question.

“You and Mica… You were more than friends, weren’t you?”

“How do you figure?”

“Mostly your reaction when we refused to let you go see her.” A dry laugh left you in a huff and you looked up from the floor to meet his eyes.

“So because I shed a few tears you assume we loved each other? Newsflash, friends can be that close too.”

“Not just a few tears, Y/N. You broke apart, you were full on sobbing.” You turned away from him again.

“Yes, we were more than friends,” you said in a low voice. Sam was quiet, waiting for you to continue. Despite your best efforts, tears started slipping down your face. “I fell in love with her, and I guess she loved me too, in her own way. She brought me happiness after my sister died.”

“You said you didn’t part on good terms.” It wasn’t a question.

“We didn’t.” You wiped a hand across your face. “We travelled together for a long time, over a year. We worked odd jobs, never stayed in one place for long. I was happy, and I think she was too. But then we went to Texas, and she found her life there. Time passed, longer than we usually stayed in one place. We’d drifted apart before we even got there, and when I wanted to leave she broke the news that she’d found something she wanted to keep, and had decided to stay.”

“She found someone else.” Again, no question.

“Yeah… I never blamed her, but I couldn’t stay there when I couldn’t be with her. It didn’t feel right. So I left, and a few months later I ended up in Oregon.”

Sam didn’t seem to have anything to say to all that, which was good. You didn’t want to hear how sorry he was, or that it was unfair, because it wasn’t. Mica hadn’t done anything wrong, and neither had you. You still loved her, but you’d left any and all possibilities behind you. She was happy, you knew that. You also knew that you would always be there for each other, which was what made this so hard.

“Why do you ask, Sam? Problem solved, I’m not going anywhere, so why do you care?” You tried to sound as non-accusing as possible and looked back at him. He thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know, I just do.” Simple words, but they meant so much. The concern that had shown on his face during your story made all sorts of feelings bubble up in your chest.

“Thank you for that, Sam.” He didn’t answer, just gave you a smile.

After Sam left you tried to relax and listen to music. Hours passed, and you just laid on your bed. There was nothing left for you to do at this point. You hadn’t eaten in hours, since this morning actually, and you were starting to really feel it at this point. When afternoon became evening you couldn’t wait any longer and dragged yourself out of your room to get some food.

Just as you were rounding a corner you heard Sam and Dean’s voices coming from what had to be the kitchen. Of course. The last time you eavesdropped on them you learned something you wished you hadn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning against the wall to listen. It was apparently going to become a habit.

“-times do I have to say it, Sam, we can’t go!”

“You don’t get it Dean, Mica meant everything to Y/N back then, probably still now. She has to find out what’s going on.”

“It’s probably nothing. We put Tommy on it, and he got jack. Mica was at home, business as usual, there wasn’t anything there to suggest she was in danger.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s nothing, she could be under threat, being told to act normal until Y/N shows up.” “All the more reason not to go!”

“Look, we sent Tommy there, he found nothing. I think we should check it out. Better we go with her than Y/N sneaking off herself.”

“Why are you so eager to do what she wants all of a sudden?”

“It’s the right thing to do, Dean!”

“No, no, the right thing to do is to keep her out of this. If her family gets to her she will be right in the middle of it.”

“Not necessarily.”

“So, what? You think we can keep her safe from them? The Ritchies? For all we know they could be worse than the Stynes! We don’t know what kind of deals they’ve made with the heads of the bigger monster families. Remember Chicago? Fuckin’ monster mob, and with someone like Y/N’s dad to lead them…”

“It could lead to an uprising… Dick Roman all over again, only more blood, less corn syrup…”

“Exactly.”

It was silent for a while.

“There’s still no guarantee that there’s nothing going on with Mica, Dean.”

“Back to this?” “Yes, back to this! Y/N damn near swore up and down that Mica would never call her unless there was something serious going on, much less to see if they could meet up on the road.”

More silence.

“Why are you so persistent about Y/N not going there?”

“Because I can’t see another person we’re responsible for die! I can’t handle another Charlie, Sam!”

“… This is nothing like what happened with Charlie.”

“Yeah, you’re right, because she’s not going and neither are we.”

“Okay consider this; this could be our one chance to take down the Ritchie family for good. Obviously last time was a hoax. This time we can make sure. And them looking for Y/N could mean they’re cooking up something big, which we need to stop either way.”

This time it was quiet for so long you decided to interrupt and make your presence known. You walked around the corner and into the kitchen.

“If you two are done with your pissing contest, I have a suggestion.”

@bookchic20

Note: To @CarryOnMySwanSong/mychronicillnessblog, I couldn’t fix the tag, and I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t send you a message either :/ . Hope you’ll like this chapter though! :D HUGS TO ALL MY READERS YOU ARE THE BEST!