#i'm.. really bad at friendships thanks to old ones i had that i got hurt from so hdklafjdslf T_T

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Amanda Rolins x reader (brief mentions of Amanda x Nick) Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, it's hurt/comfort but mainly fluff, if that makes sense? LOL. This has been sitting in the drafts for a very long time and I think was a tipsy idea while watching old svu ideas that got jotted down and then added to bit by bit. I'm not sure if I'm totally happy with it, but I was determined to finish it and this is what we're left with. Basically Amanda deserves all the proper love and affection. The end.

You’d had a thing for Amanda for a while, it started out as a physical attraction that morphed into friendship, someone you enjoyed spending time with, someone you didn’t mind getting trapped in a car on stakeouts with. You shared interests, had similar coffee tastes, were both dog people, preferred take out to cooking and could spend hours watching trashy reality television. All it took was one night at a bar with a few too many beers and a few of your favourite songs on the dance floor to lead to a hot and heavy make out session that ended tangled in the sheets of Amanda’s bed.

When it happened a second time she felt a little bad, letting you know that while she was being safe, you weren’t the only person she was sleeping with. In return you let out a small laugh, telling her that it was clear as day her and Nick had something going on and you had no concern if she was hooking up with him too. With that conversation out of the way you were free to continue on with your random casual nights together. Some nights you’d end up with Amanda, others you’d go home alone and sometimes you’d find your own fun elsewhere, there were no hard feelings or sense of jealousy between either of you.

You slowly watched as Amanada started to slip under Amaro’s charm spell, ever the girl who wanted to be the fixer, the problem solver, do it on her own big sister. As his parenting relationship with Maria got worse her desire to be the one to help him through it grew, wanting to be there when he needed someone, no matter what the context was. Some nights he wanted to drink, to vent, talk things through with someone who could stay somewhat neutral and not argue with everything he said. Some nights he wanted to just forget and those were the ones he always went to Amanda for. The deeper he sank, the more entangled she became and he pulled her right down with him.

When it came to your relationship with Amanda, you truly never cared, even if she was leaving your living room because he called. The night he showed up at Amanda’s when you were there you were the first one to pour him a drink and toss him a smoke, reminding him how much relationships can suck. You continued to be Amanda’s friend, trying to support her through the entire ordeal while she was giving Nick her all and letting herself derail in the process.

“Thanks for meeting me.” She huffed, sliding into the bar stool beside you and you could tell she was pissed.

“Don’t worry about it. What’s up?” You asked, sliding her a shot that she threw back faster than you’d expected.

“Fucking Nick.” She grumbled, signalling the bartender for another round, “I get that he’s going through it but isn’t he supposed to be arguing with Maria?”

“’Manda…” you cautiously warned, “is he taking this shit out on you now?”

“He’s not doing it on purpose.” She defended, “he’s just so fucking irritable now. Everything’s an argument, he either wants to drink in silence or fuck.”

“I think it might be time for you to step back, let him cope on his own.”

“No, it’s fine. He needs someone to talk to and I know I can get through to him, I just need a little bit longer, really get under his skin.”

“Then maybe try to do it without pushing all his buttons?” You offered and she rolled her eyes, only half offended.

“It’s the easiest way to get him actually talking, I thought maybe a different emotion would come through this time.”

“Just be careful okay. I don’t want you getting too deeply wrapped up in all this and then end up being the one licking her own wounds afterwards.”

“I’m a tough kid,” she shot you a grin, “I can handle it.” Her phone buzzed on the bar top and she let out a sigh, throwing back another shot of whiskey before scooping up the device, “duty calls.”

You watched her pick up the phone as she disappeared out of the bar and let out your own sigh, wondering if you were going to be down a friend by the time all of this sorted itself out.

Two months later and you didn’t have much left to wonder about as Nick was gone, leaving the squad to relocate across the country in LA with his new family. You’d watched Amanda when he made the announcement to the team but she didn’t even flinch, a soft smile on her face knowing that he would be happier out West. His last few weeks it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the stress evaporating as he finally found where he truly belonged.

Amanda felt lighter too, that sense of having to consistently check in and make sure someone was okay floating away with the summer breeze. She was able to relax, get up early enough to spend her mornings running through the park with Frannie and finally catch up on all the reality tv she’d missed. And this time the evenings on your couch were free from any and all interruptions. She wasn’t sad, she knew that everything happened for a reason and that her situationship with Nick had an end date all along, but there was a part of her that missed her friend, her work partner and that was what you could feel floating off of her.

She hadn’t been mopey about it at all, but there was still a sense of melancholy in the air as the commercial break played. Your arm was strewn across the back of the couch, Amanda tucked into your side, letting out a little sigh as she relaxed deeper into the embrace. You instinctively pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head,

“You wanna talk?”

“No.” She mumbled back, “I’m fine, swear. Just been kinda moody recently, dunno why.”

“You’re allowed.” You replied, your arm squeezing her softly before your finger curled under her chin, tilting her face up to yours, “you want me to help you forget?”

“Yeah?” Her brow raised in your direction, a gleam in her eyes as her lips curved up into a grin, “what’ve you got in mind?”

“Well…” you leant down, pressing your lips to hers, your teeth nipping at her lower lip, smirking at the way her breath caught in her throat, “I was thinking for starters that I could fuck you so good you wouldn’t even remember he existed.”

Amanda laughed softly, catching your lips in another kiss, “I certainly like the sound of that.” It only took a moment before your tongue slipped into her mouth as you caged her into the couch, a hand already creeping under her shirt and the television (among other things) were long forgotten.

And just like that your sexual affair with Amanda was sparked right back up again, your relationship skyrocketing from barely seeing each other to spending practically every night tangled in each others bedsheets. Though there was something different this time, nothing was holding either of you back, there were no other outside players, you spent nearly all of your time together now. Partnered up at work meant your days were spent together, the pure carnal desire for sex meant nights were shared, and what was left was evenings to devour takeout on the couch while the tv played and coffee in the park with Frannie on weekend mornings. Amanda would often catch herself with a dopey smile on her cheeks while she watched just how comfortable you were in her home. How you treated it like your own, you never had to ask questions, you just new exactly where everything was. A warmth would bloom in her chest every time your hand found hers, glancing up to catch the soft smile on your cheeks before you’d make a kissy face in her direction.

Not only was she finally starting to feel whole again, she knew that the reason was you, that you were the one who had been making her whole all along. She wasn’t quite sure what real love felt like, but she was certain it had to feel something like this, you were always there for her, you supported her in whatever dreams she wanted to explore, you helped ground her when she needed to be brought back to earth. You made her inescapably happy and she was noticeably more relaxed and joyful whenever you were around. She couldn’t be totally sure without asking you, but she was pretty confident that you shared similar feelings by the way you’d let out a small laugh and you cheeks would tinge whenever she caught you staring at her.

Amanda wanted you, that was for certain, and she wanted a future with you, to face life together as a team, grow old with you and spend the rest of her life happier than she ever had expected. But she suddenly had a piece of baggage that was a very big deal breaker and that’s why her heart was pounding out of her chest when she finally summoned the courage to knock on your apartment door.

“Hey.” You greeted as you pulled the door open, “didn’t expect to see you tonight, it’s late.” You stepped back to let her into the apartment and Amanda felt frozen on her feet, completely unable to move as she let out a shuddering breath and you noticed the tears in her eyes. “Whoa, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Amanda shrugged, flailing her hands as she did her best to keep her emotions inside, her lip quivering as it attempted to all spill out.

“C’mere.” Your voice was impeccably soft as you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her into the apartment and over to the couch. “You wanna drink? I’ve got an open bottle of pinot.”

She shook her head and you dropped down onto the couch beside her, your hand finding hers, linking your fingers as your thumb stroked across her knuckles. She took a minute, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down and once she was sure she wasn’t about to burst into tears she finally looked up at you.

“I fucked up.” She admitted, a tear escaping to glide over her cheek. You were quick to reach out, wiping it away as you cupped her cheek, your thumb stroking soothingly. The tenderness made her heart swell even more and she let out a shaky sigh, “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you and instead of having the balls to say it I screw it all up like I screw everything up.”

“Amanda…” you started softly, a warmth beaming from your eyes toward her as you squeezed at her hands, “you didn’t have to say it, and I doubt you’ve screwed anything up, just talk to me.”

“I want to be with you, this is so much more than just sex to me and that alone is scary enough.”

“It doesn’t have to be, because it’s always been more than just sex, we were both too nervous to admit it.”

Amanda sniffled, wiping away another tear, “fuck.”

“What’s going on Amanda? I adore you; I want to be with you too, I see a future with you, a future of us, I even referred to you as my girlfriend earlier this week so I don’t see what the problem is. We practically live together already and—”

“I’m pregnant.”

She had to get it out before you listed another ten reasons that you were perfect for her, that you would be perfect together, she couldn’t bear to hear all of that only to have you walk away in the end. She risked a glance up, her teary eyes meeting yours as your head tilted slightly.

“Oh. Okay,” your voice somehow got even softer, “have you thought about what you want to do?” You asked, your thumb continuing to soothingly brush over her knuckles.

Amanda took a breath, ducking her gaze, “I can’t just get rid of it, no matter how hard I try to think about it, that’s just not me and once it’s born I don’t think I’d be able to give a baby away.”

“Have you been to the doctor yet? My sister’s OB was fantastic, we could set up an appointment next week.” It was Amanda’s turn to look up at you with a quizzical expression on her face, watching as you glanced around your apartment, lower lip tugged into your mouth, “your place is bigger, extra bedroom and all, I’ll talk to my landlord about getting out of my lease.”

“Wait, what?” She asked and you looked back towards her.

“A newborn’s a lot of work, I’d want to be around as much as possible and like I said we practically live together already, why bother renting two places?”

“I’m confused…” she admitted with a small laugh, “I thought you were going to break up with me, not suggest moving in together.”

“Why would I break up with you?”

“You said you didn’t want kids…” She shrugged and it was your turn to let out a little laugh.

“So did you.” You squeezed at her hand, “but surprises happen and this can be a little happy one for us. I wasn’t adamant on not having kids, they just weren’t a big priority for me.”

Amanda chewed on her lip, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she tried to make sense of everything flying through her head at the moment, “but why change your mind for me?”

“I didn’t change my mind per say, life just presented me with an opportunity and I’m choosing to take it, because I want to, and I want to be with you, because I’m in love with you.”

“Really?” Her eyes were wide when she looked up at you and you giggled, the warm smile remaining on your cheeks.

“Of course I do, you doof. C’mere,” you tugged on her hand, effectively pulling her into your lap and she let out a little surprised squeal as her knees settled on either side of your legs. One of your arms wrapped around her, the other cupping her cheek, “you’ve always been my best friend, and I’ve always loved you like that. I’ll admit I was a little scared of falling in love with you another way and losing what we had, but it looks like that was the perfect thing to let myself do because I love what we have now, what we will have in the future.”

“I love you too.” She finally uttered the words and felt a weight lifted off her chest, a small smile breaking onto her cheeks and you leant up, kissing her softly. Amanda melted into you, her hands looping around your shoulders as your lips moved with grace together. You barely pulled away from the kiss, her forehead resting on yours as you kissed the tip of her nose and she let out a happy hum. “You make me so fucking happy, happier than I ever thought I could be, and I never thought I was gonna find something like that.” This time the tears blurring her eyes were ones of joy and they matched the ones forming in your eyes.

“And now you’ve got even more than that,” you smiled, “because we’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby.” She replied in a whisper, a smile etched permanently across her feature and she laughed softly as you stole another kiss. “Are you still gonna love me when I look like a beached whale?”

“Of course, I’ll even rub your feet and hand feed you grapes.”

“Promise?” She asked with a grin and you laughed, kissing her once more.

“Cross my heart.”

The warmth Amanda felt blooming through her was like nothing she’d ever felt before and she knew that in that moment she was exactly who she was meant to be, and exactly where she was meant to be. She knew she was safe, cared for, she had someone who had her back and always would, someone who loved her and truly meant it when they said it. She felt at peace, and most importantly, at home.

Because being anywhere with you meant she was home. You were her home, and that was all she needed.

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Hi!

Ok, I think Groot would try to be such a good caregiver. Not that he really understands so he isn't full time but he would babysit. Always carrying you around, snatching snacks and trinkets for you (sometimes stealing but he doesn't know that), and covering your eyes when something scary happens.

Could you maybe write a babysitter cg Groot x little reader? Whenever you get the chance. Thank you for reading!

Little Guardian

Pairing: cg!Guardians x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

A/n: This idea is soooo cute! I enjoyed writing it so much, if you have more ideas with the Guardians just send them in ;) I made it like all the Guardians take care of the reader but it's a bit more focused on Groot's and reader's friendship, I hope that's okay and that you enjoy it <3

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One day Quill went to the Collector again just to exchange something and when he saw you sitting in one of those cages he knew instantly you were from earth.

Peter didn't care how many Units he had to pay or what the crew would say.

He only had to take one look at you and had the need to take you somewhere safe and help you.

You didn't say a single word when he picked you up and carried you away, you were far too scared and shaking like a leaf, not knowing what that stranger would do to you.

He wasn't scary looking and you somehow felt more at ease when he smiled at you.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe now, I promise"

You sighed in relief and rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling safe enough to close your eyes.

"Quill, you had one job." Rocket remarked and watched Peter gently placing you on one of their seats, buckling you in without waking you up.

"Could you shut up for a second!" Peter whisper-yelled and motioned his team members to follow him somewhere else where they can talk freely.

"Peter, who is that and why did you bring her here?" Gamora asked and Peter sighed.

"Listen, I know this might sound stupid but I just couldn't leave her there. She looked miserable and I know she's from earth, I don't want to know how the Collector got her in the first place," he said and the others stayed quiet.

Gamora turned her head to look at your sleeping form. She saw Groot placing a blanket over your body and smiled a little when he pat your head gently. Quill was right, you definitely didn't look healthy and she felt bad for you. What you had to go through must have been hard to take in.

"Okay, she can sleep in my bed until we find another solution," Gamora said and kissed Peter on his cheek.

"Thank you."

"So, we're going to keep it?" Drax asked and Quill gave him a 'what the hell' look when he referred to you as 'it'.

"Dude, she's not a pet," Peter told him. "But yes, she's going to stay with us. A new member of the Guardians" he smiled.

One month later

"Y/n, sweetheart, put that down for daddy, yeah?" Peter tried to stay calm while you were giggling and running around with one of his weapons.

"You have ta catch me first!" you shout and suddenly bumped into Groot, who took the weapon out of your hand making you pout.

"I am Groot" he scolded and you huffed, turning to Peter.

"Sowwy I took your blaster, daddy," you said and Groot pat your head two times, you smiled again and took his hand.

Peter was still shocked at how fast Groot handled this situation and Gamora chuckled while walking over to him.

"How is he doing that?" he asked.

"Are we getting a little jealous?" Gamora smirked and Peter scoffed.

"Jealous? Me? Never." he said confidently and they both saw you sitting on Groot's lap, playing with his old Gameboy and squealing in joy. "Maybe a little."

"Just remember who she is going to cuddle with later when it's time for bed" she reminds him, making her way over to you and booped your nose.

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Groot and you had a special bond and would spend a lot of time with him. He's so protective of you that when there's a fight he would rather stay with you on the Milano to make sure you're safe.

Sometimes when you visited other planets you were always allowed to leave the ship but only with one of the others and you have to hold one of their hands at all times.

"Gwoot look!" you pointed at something that looked like a stuffed animal. "It looks funny" you smiled and Groot did so as well.

"Y/n, come on, we have to go!" Peter called for you and you rushed over to him.

Back in the ship you were sitting in your little play area, playing with your toys when Groot stood in front of you with his arms behind his back.

You gasped when he showed you the stuffed animal you saw earlier. You jumped up and took the stuffie, feeling how soft it is.

"Fank you!" you smiled and hugged Groot tightly.

"I am Groot" he smiled back and handed you a juice box too.

You took that stuffie everywhere, to bed, to eat, to the bathroom, and would get upset when you lost him somewhere in the ship and everyone would end up helping to find it.

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[numinously-yours]

Pick a crystal: Messages from your inner child

I've been doing a lot of my own inner child work lately and really felt called to channel all of (well, as many of) yours as I could. This reading is looking at:

What did you need as a child?

How is your inner child now?

What do they want you to work on next?

I also gauged the time of your childhood that I think these feels really became a part of you - but the ranges are large and don't necessarily mean it's not for you!

Choose a crystal and see below the cut for your reading

Pile one, stability is the world I would use to describe what you needed as a kid. It feels like every time you ALMOST felt settled, your caretaker would get too scared to commit and you were off to the next place. You never got the chance to really make connection. Yeah, you've always had friends but you never had that connection that really showed you what friendship was. I'm here to tell you that all of the people you were worried about liking you are thankful you were a part of their lives, no matter the length of time.

I REALLY hope my intuition is correct about how your inner child is feeling right now. It is beautiful energy. It's either a relatively recent happening or it's happening very soon, but your sense of emotional fulfillment is so strong. Since this time in your childhood, you have finally started to understand what unconditional love feels like. I want to cry, pile 1! There is a huge sense of relief coming over me. You're realizing that it doesn't matter how long you've been somewhere, as long as you are your authentic self and you allow others to be their authentic selves, that is all you need space for.

What your inner child wants you to work on next is believing that others know this too! In your heart of heart, you know it's true. But you wonder if you're being an imposter of your own self. Are you making up that this is the truth?! Nope. This is only your ego talking. It's trying to protect you, but you don't need it this time around. Take your time learning this, remembering this, and giving yourself grace when you forget it. It will come back easier each and every time.

Pile two, I don't think you were allowed to actually be a child when you were a kid. It's not that you weren't able to have fun, but I think your parental unit guilt tripped you a lot and sometimes made you the parent. You may have heard phrases like "You don't appreciate what I do for you", "I'm a terrible mother/father/etc", "You'll never be able to make it on your own." It can be any parental figure, but I am feeling strong feminine energy. This person wasn't like this ALL the time,. In fact, you have a lot of fun memories from your childhood. You don't think your childhood was bad by any means, but you wish it didn't still affect you like it does.

I absolutely believe that you've grown a lot. I think this person still does this and, while it doesn't always get to you, every once and awhile you feel really let down. You may be having some trouble trusting your instincts, lately. You're wondering if you're saying "yes" to the people you love because you WANT to or if it's because you're going back to your old ways? Your inner child wants you to know that you're allowed to trust your gut. You will know when you're doing something for yourself versus for other people.

What your inner child may need now is the chance to grow on their own, without the influence of this person. It might be time to take a brief separation from this person if possible. It will be difficult, and you may need to grieve, but I think the grief is really toward letting your childhood hopes go versus feeling badly about hurting this person. I'm sorry you have to worry about this step, but it's so going to be worth it.

As a child, pile three, I think you have to leave someone you love and, even if you didn't have control over the situation, ou still feel guilty. For some of you, you feel like an outcome would be different if you never left. For others, you haven't had much contact with this person since leaving and you feel like it's something you did that didn't make you "worthy" of being reached out to.

Right now, your inner child knows you're putting in the work to heal this wound. I'm proud of you! Sometimes, though, when you feel yourself feeling unworthy, you can tend to be hard on yourself. "I know the cause of this feeling, so why can't I just get rid of it??" But you are doing a GREAT job of being patient with yourself. You're taking initiative in your own healing. You are continually finding new ways to take care of yourself. You are confident that there is always a way to make it through.

Next up on your healing journey is letting others help you, too. I think you are afraid that if you let someone get close that you'll just end up leaving them again OR that if you get to vulnerable you'll see why the person above never reached out to you, and anyone you let in is bound to leave you instead. Your inner child knows exactly what you've been working on and wants you to know that this work has made you strong enough to let someone else in.

Hey pile four. First, I wanted to make note that this is the only pile I felt like I was really talking TO your inner child versus asking the universe for information. While shuffling for the first question, I said "you're can tell me" ; while shuffling for the last question, I said "you're allowed to work on yourself, babe." I think things are feeling tough right now for you and your inner child and I hope this reading helps brings some insights.

First, something you needed as a child was someone to commit to you. You may be a child of divorce who split time between your parents' houses and there were multiple times where one of the parents didn't take you for their assigned times. If your parents/parental figures were together, it seemed like they could commit to everything else, but not you. They could commit to work and they could commit to other relationships, but never showed up for you. All you wanted was the adults in your life to just BE there.

At this point in time, you seem to be indulging in the needs of your ego. In an effort (conscious or not) to not worry about your traumas, you push your sad/angry/disappointed feelings into the shadows. What your doing seems like it should be fun, but are you actually enjoying yourself? Your inner child is telling you that you're holding back in an effort to protect yourself and it's time to think about what you REALLY need to help you feel better.

Pile four, you deserved to be loved the way you needed and I'm sorry that you didn't get that. But, it's not too late to love yourself this way. Be gentle with yourself when you start your new phase of healing. You have the capabilities to see beauty in the drabbest of places and you'll find the beauty in this, too. It isn't going to be easy, but damnit, if little you doesn't deserve this healing <3

[theamityelf]

I’ve had this au idea regarding Makoto for a while and I wanted to share it with you since you post a lot of stuff regarding Yandere and/or obsessive lovers for Makoto. Hope you don’t mind.

What if Makoto, instead of trying to dissuade the obsessive tendencies of Nagito, he indulged in it.

I'm picturing a timeline where Makoto met Junko when the two were young and and started dating in high school, but Junko was very emotionally manipulative and abusive, but always knew when to be gentler to give Makoto the idea that “old Junko” had returned before continuing to toy with him. Makoto’s hopeful nature being used against him repeatedly. Until one day the relationship ends. Maybe Junko got bored, or died, or maybe Makoto finally realised that Junko will not change because she doesn’t want to.

All that leading to a young adult Makoto who, while still similar to his nice canon self, is desperately hurt, lonely and with low self-esteem.

Then Nagito comes into his life. Perhaps the two meet in the waiting room of a psychiatrist’s office. Makoto tries to make conversation to feel the silence, and it’s awkward at first but gets better with time. Nagito learns more about Makoto and slowly becomes fascinated by the other’s quiet charisma and genuine care for complete strangers. And then he’s a bit too fascinated.

Makoto can be a bit dense as he is observant so it takes a while to notice, but eventually sees that Nagito is crushing on him. Nagito keeps praising Makoto and putting him on a pedestal. And the weirdest thing of all is… Makoto likes it.

Makoto’s spent years thinking that he was the problem and now here comes this tall handsome man who loves him and praises him to all extremes and sure it probably isn’t healthy, but it’s nice. Really really nice. So Makoto doesn’t saying anything, just happily takes it all in.

Oh, this is perfect! Thank you for bringing this to me; I love it! (I hope it's okay if I take Nagito a couple of notches farther in this, but if not, just ignore those parts, lol.)

First of all, I want it to be Makoto breaking up with Junko. I like the idea of her kind of seeing it coming. Like, she sees something new in him that starts to grow in the days prior, and she's fascinated by it. He breaks up with her. And he means it. He is serious about enforcing that boundary.

Junko indulges in the whole suite of breakup emotions, but when she gets tired of making a whole production of crying and eating ice cream, she eventually starts messing with Makoto again. First, I'm thinking she tries a guilt approach similar to the song "Someone Gets Hurt" from the Mean Girls Musical. When that doesn't work, she texts him saying, "Hey, this is Mukuro. Junko got in a really bad car accident, and she wants to see you before she dies," or something like that. Eventually he blocks her number. She indulges in heartbreak again.

She fully intends to get Makoto back, once she's exhausted the novelty of being dumped.

Makoto is reeling from the emotional fallout of that long-term relationship. Junko was as fun and loving as she was ruinous, and it's weird to have to bounce back from losing both things.

So yeah, he goes to therapy.

He meets Nagito in the reception area, because they're both early for their appointments a lot. They make conversation, and laugh a little. They've never introduced themselves to each other, but Makoto knows Nagito's name from hearing the receptionist call him in for his appointment. They're acquaintances.

Nagito likes Makoto a lot, and looks forward to seeing him before his appointments, but he just kind of assumes Makoto doesn't want or need his friendship.

Then one day, Makoto comes in and gives Nagito a book of puzzles, saying, "Hey, Nagito, I have this puzzle book I've never used, and I noticed you like doing puzzles while you wait, so..."

Nagito accepts the gift, and it totally reframes his understanding of what's happening here. The kind, brown-haired guy from the waiting room knows his name? And thought about him enough to bring him a gift?

I'm going to say Makoto also brought something for the receptionist, and Nagito smiles at seeing such genuine kindness.

He goes full sleuth/stalker mode. He learns Makoto's name from the sign-in sheet, finds out which psychiatrist he sees, even finds the psychiatrist's file on him. Ah, messy breakup. Manipulative ex. Low self-esteem? How could someone so wonderful not know how wonderful he is? There's a note made of the fact that Makoto refuses to say the name of his ex.

(I'm going to say Junko is still a famous model in this AU, just because it adds drama and spice, and I love the potential for public attention in these things, lol. Maybe she's making monochrome Instagram posts with captions about her ex who broke her heart, and no one knows who it is, but there's a growing attitude of "F this guy! Whoever he is!" that means at any time she can "accidentally" leak his name and expose him to her rabid fanbase. Makoto is doing his best to ignore her. He's blocked her on social media.)

When Nagito eventually makes an effort to get closer to Makoto, Makoto is excited to have a new friend. His new friend casually says things about him that are weirdly accurate, casually meets him in places he frequents, and texts him compliments and affirmations despite them never having exchanged numbers.

Makoto asks how he learned his number, and his address, etc., and Nagito is very open about snooping in his file and following him around. Makoto of course knows he's not supposed to do that, but he feels flattered, and...it's kind of funny in a weird way.

And he likes spending time with Nagito. Nagito is really smart and easygoing, and he has a great smile. When his eyes are really intense, it's...exciting. He notices things about Makoto. He goes on rants about how amazing Makoto is, and how he deserves better. Makoto isn't used to it.

Maybe one night, during a thunderstorm, there's a flash outside his bedroom window that isn't accompanied by thunder. Makoto goes and opens his window, and he sees Nagito in a tree, soaked with rain.

"You'll get sick!" Makoto exclaims. "Or...struck by lightning!"

Nagito doesn't say anything, still startled at being caught. His body is hunched to protect the camera in his hand from getting rained on.

"Come on," Makoto says. "Come inside. Here." He offers his hand, and Nagito climbs in through the window. "You need to dry off. You can borrow some dry clothes, if you want."

"Your clothes?"

Their gazes meet. They're both blushing.

Makoto says, "Do you know where they are?"

Nagito walks over to Makoto's dresser, points to each drawer without opening it, and lists out, "Socks, shirts, pants, underwear, pajamas."

Makoto's heart flutters. He got all of them right. "Have you been in here before?"

"I wouldn't dare break into your home uninvited. I've just watched."

"Well..." Makoto nods his head. "Put on some dry clothes. I'll, um...It's storming outside, so, you can sleep on the couch, okay?"

"Thank you. You're so generous!"

Makoto turns away from that face that glows with adoration and sets up a blanket on the couch for Nagito, while Nagito dries off and gets dressed in pajamas that are too small for him. He looks at the pictures on Nagito's camera. They're all of him.

He goes to bed, once Nagito has gotten settled on the couch. He wakes up to Nagito making him breakfast.

They start dating.

Nagito never mistreats him in the ways Junko did; he just disregards his privacy and praises him way too much. They're both happy.

All of this culminates in them running into Junko while they're on a date somewhere. Makoto is polite to her but very closed-off, while she's smiling brightly and needling, and Nagito is hostile. Maybe smiling hostile, maybe not. The interaction ends without much escalation, but shortly after, Nagito shows up at Junko's house.

She's expecting him.

Cue yandere vs. yandere, verbal confrontation.

[iridescentpull]

Letter from Anthony to Ian (August 24, 2017)

**NOTE: There might be a few spelling mistakes so I apologize! This is a transcript of Anthony's letter put together for your reading!**

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Ian,

Hello old time friend. I have a lot to say to you that has remained unsaid for many years.

First, I want to thank you for being such a great friend to me in my very fragile teenage years. I came from a broken home with very little money and no means to explore the world outside of suburban Carmichael. You introduced me to your loving family, who welcomed me and loved me with open arms. They helped me travel and showed me a way of life that I hadn't been exposed to. You personally were supportive and overall were a very good friend to me who I felt could share anything with. 

I'm not sure why, but something changed. I feel our best friendship ended around 2009, and a resentment started growing between us. I started feeling a judgment in the tone of your voice. A sense of hostility in your actions. Did I do something that upset you? Did I treat you poorly? Did I make you feel insignificant- downplay the importance you had in our company and imply you were not as responsible for our success as me? 

I know I struggle with many things, and I'm so sorry if i ever put you through emotional turmoil in order to fulfill my own quota of self-importance. I always wanted everything I made to be just that- something I "made" with your help. I considered smosh to be something you only tagged along for, and I'm deeply sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn't deserve as much credit as me. You may not have done some of the heavy lifting I did in the early days, but definitely encouraged us to keep going and you kept things light and full of laughs as we did it. We accomplished so much and I am now just realizing how important you were in making that happen. 

I have so many things I have treated that I regret and so many things I wish I could apologize to you for doing- I really wish you would give me a chance to speak with you. There are also so many things I wish you would explain to me. 

Why have you consistently made me feel ashamed to be myself in front of you for so many years? The time I asked you what you thought about my shoes when we were seventeen and you told me you thought they were hideous- and I could tell you only said it to hurt my feelings. The time you talked shit behind my back on facebook to the girl we were friends with that I introduced you to. The amount of things you said behind my back to our high school friends about me and my relationship. The snide remarks you made about me being vegan. The times you made me feel stupid for making any content whatsoever that was not directly smosh-related. The snide remarks about anything I made that put my true emotions out there for the world. I just wished you were better at communicating.

I know I'm not any better but i feel like i tried with you. I tried to break out of my comfort zone and talk about things that made me feel uncomfortable. When we were in New York for our "Ghostmates" tour we got drinks and I opened up about how embarrassed I was that my previous relationship was so obviously bad to the outside world and how naive I was to think I would actually marry someone like that. I was vulnerable and breaking down all my walls in hopes you'd return the favor. But nothing. The conversation was once again one-sided.

Am I just horrible to open up to you? Have I made you feel uncomfortable to open up around me? Have I made you feel all the ways you've made me feel? Are the ways you treat me nothing but an echo of how I treat you? Am I the one at fault here? Did I create a problem that went way further than the point of no return? Is this all because of me? 

PERHAPS.

But I don't think there is a point of no return for friendships as deep as ours was. I am reaching out to you as an ex-best friend. I want to talk about things and lay them all out there so we can possibly mend things. And if we don't become friends again, at least we can say we tried. But why avoid trying all together? 

What are you afraid of? I know I've been callous in the past, but please give me a chance. I've changed and I'm now a more understanding person. All I ask for you is for you to stop being a fucking asshole. Just kidding. I had to say it. I just want you to treat me with respect again.

After everything I've observed in the past few years, I'm starting to truly believe you may not be a good person anymore. Do I even want to know the bitter, grumpy, vengeful person you've become? Is it better that I keep my distance to ensure I don't get even more hurt by you in the future? 

I feel like you've become the bully. You are so upset by so many things but you keep it all to yourself. No one knows what's really going on inside your head, but you take the easiest route and put a fake smile on and walk around like you have a life to envy, but deep down inside you're hurting. There's more going on than you even know, All things that slowly come bubbling up to the surface through your skin, they boil under the surface and fester until they finally burst with a shitty loaded comment or a passive aggressive outburst. 

I feel like I haven't known the real you for so many years. Does anyone know the real you?

Do you know the real you?

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

hey so i’m new to the community fandom and i really love trobed. i was wondering what was your trobed centric episode masterlist like? or if it’s possible, is there a way to send me the post? sorry i’m new to tumblr so i’m still learning how this app works. if you see this, thanks :)

hi, welcome! I've found that community tumblr is probably my favorite fandom space I've ever been involved in, and I hope you've had a good experience so far. I totally get the New App Learning Curve thing, I'm historically very shit at learning how to use new apps, even though I'm "young" (20), but I eventually got it and you will too, Trust 👍👍👍

anyway, Yes one of the first things I did on here after joining was make a trobed-centric episode masterlist for someone who was asking lmfao. since it was one of the First things I did there's some formatting and other things I'd do differently now, and I've actually been looking for an excuse to go ahead and get that done, so. here we go.

the trobed-centric episode masterlist (revamped)

1x05: advanced criminal law

plot B

abed takes the "friends mess with each other" rule too far; he creates a whole fake language and spends a lot of money on trying to convince troy that he is an alien

"from now on, abed, friends don't mess with each other"

(this is the first time they do their signature handshake)

1/5 gayness, pretty platonic

1x10: environmental science

plot B

it's the "somewhere out there" episode what more do I need to say

3/5 gayness, something's happening fs

1x11: the politics of human sexuality

plot C

abed keeps beating troy in athletic competitions, making troy feel threatened. he eventually admits that abed is the better athlete and they make up

2/5 gayness, pretty platonic but it has its moments

1x22: the art of discourse

plot C

troy and abed work to complete abed's list of quintessential freshman year of college experiences list

2/5 gayness, they repeatedly put completing the list above looking cool in front of women

1x25: pascal's triangle revisited

plot C

troy is moving out of his dad's house and wants to move in with abed, but abed says no because he's afraid being that close and spending that much time together will result in constant annoyance, and will destroy their friendship

troy realizes that "too much of a good thing can be bad" and instead agrees to move in with pierce

1/5 gayness

2x02: accounting for lawyers

part of plot A

jeff gets sucked back into his old life as he reconnects with alan, a coworker from his old law firm. troy, abed, and annie try to gather proof that jeff's friend is the one who got him fired in the first place

more trobedison centric, and is actually the first episode where the three of them are established as a Trio™

"all I heard was suck" "YOU CHLOROFORMED THE JANITOR" "I usually have one foot out of reality and even I'm freaking out right now"

1/5 gayness, pretty platonic. they're the sillies ever I love trobedison

2x06: epidemiology

part of plot A

it's the zombie episode, come ON

trobed have coordinating costumes but troy bails during the party because he doesn't want to look lame and nerdy in front of women, which hurts abed's feelings

abed sacrifices himself to save troy once they are the last two standing during the "rabies pathogen" breakout

"I love you" "I know" (oh my GODDD sedate me)

5/5 gayness. you get it.

2x09: conspiracy theories and interior design

plot B

the original blanket fort 💯💯💯

2/5 gayness, just guys bein silly (and in love???)

2x15: early 21st century romanticism

plot B

troy and abed fall for the same girl and decide to take her to the valentine's dance together, after which she can decide which one of them she wants to date

she picks troy, but troy gets upset that she didn't pick abed (because why wouldn't she pick abed, he's so cool) and breaks it off almost immediately

I"happy valentine's day" "it is now"

5/5 gayness jesus christ this one is INSANE

2x18: custody law and eastern european diplomacy

plot B

britta likes troy and abed's new friend, lukka, who she finds out is a literal war criminal. she keeps this information from troy and abed because she doesn't want to ruin their friendship with him, but they find out eventually

2/5 gayness they're attached at the hip in this one

2x19: critical film studies

random moments

this episode is more focused on jeff and abed, but there's a lot of classic Troy Gets Jealous™ moments so I decided to include it. plus the end tag is them randomly having dinner together at the fancy restaurant (a date 😔)

basically troy is afraid that jeff is a cooler friend to abed than him

3/5 gayness even though they barely interact, troy is so silly

2x20: competitive wine tasting

part of plot B

I almost didn't include this one, and it's not even on my original list, but whatever

troy pretends to be traumatized, originally to seem less shallow in his acting class, but he keeps it going in order to attract britta. he tells abed about it and abed Does Not Like That At All

"troy. nothing good can come of this"

I wouldn't call abed being jealous a Rare Occurrence but he generally conceals it way better than troy does

2/5 gayness, could be interpreted as abed just worried about relationships forming under false pretense, but to Me he's jealous

2x22: applied anthropology and culinary arts

plot C

pierce buys the rights to troy and abed's handshake (a la Indecent Proposal) which "corrupts" it

"pierce tainted our special handshake with his blood money and now we can't get the magic baaaack :((((("

eventually they do indeed get the magic back

3/5 gayness idk there's something about the way they interact in this one that is inexplicably gay to me lmao

3x01: biology 101

plot C plus random moments

"speaking of figuring things out, me and abed have an announcement" "..." "troy and I are living together :D"

cougartown gets moved to midseason, then cougarton abbey ends after 6 episodes, abed's routine keeps getting thrown off, and troy is just extremely supportive and protective throughout

4/5 gayness troy loves him a lot!!!!!!

3x03: remedial chaos theory

random moments

(I know this ep is listed as 3x04 on streaming services but in canon it takes place here and on the dvds it's listed as 3x03. there's a joke about it in the episode too if you didn't know. anyway)

"troy and abed's new apartment!!!" "bienvenido a la casa chez trobed!" "wanna stay up all night talking in our bunk beds?"

all their pictures on the wall and their matching suits lol

the end tag "evil troy and evil abed" & troy's soft "what's wrong :("

3/5 gayness they're lowkey married your honor

3x05: horror fiction in seven spooky steps

random moments

troy's whole story he tells where they Literally become attached at the hip

"my partner"

troy dancing while abed's humming daybreak

2/5 gayness

3x06: advanced gay

plot B

troy deciding whether he wants to do plumbing or air conditioning and deciding all he really wants to do is watch tv with abed

gay symbolism? gay symbolism? gay symbolism?

4/5 gayness mostly for the conversation at the hawthorne wipes gathering. I could write an essay on just that

3x07: studies in modern movement

plot A

annie moves in with troy and abed. very trobedison centric

"kiss me woodsman troy!"

3/5 gayness once again casually in love they're soulmates your honor

3x09: foosball and nocturnal vigilantism

plot B

annie breaks abed's $200 special edition dark knight dvd set on accident, trobedison shenanigans ensue yippee!!!

"awww is that the grappling hook I got you for christmas???"

3/5 gayness for the same reasons as before

3x10: regional holiday music

part of plot A

literally putting this on here just because of the christmas infiltration rap (and baby boomer santa)

3/5 gayness it's glee club what can you do

3x11: contemporary impressionists

plot A

(once again, I know this episode is listed as 3x12 on streaming services, but in canon it's supposed to chronologically be here, and is listed as 3x11 on the dvds)

the study group helps abed pay off his debts to a celebrity impersonator website by playing characters at a bar mitzvah (after troy scolds them for trying to ground abed in reality)

they have an argument at the end ugh

3/5 gayness troy loves abed a lot and abed doesn't realize that he's doing something wrong

3x12: urban matrimony and the sandwich arts

plot C

(see the above disclaimer about episode order)

troy and abed decide to be normal for shirley's wedding rehearsal

troy and abed being normal 🤝

4/5 gayness they blow off a girl to be weird again

3x13: digital exploration of interior design

plot C

blanket fort: redux (oh god)

vice dean laybourne escalates what started as a minor disagreement in order to drive a wedge between troy and abed. it works

5/5 gayness, if a sitcom doesn't have the two codependent fanonical gays go through an unnecessarily dramatic "break up" then I don’t want it

3x14: pillows and blankets

plot A

🎶troy and abed are in conflict🎶 *cries*

pillow fort vs. blanket fort

they eventually make up but not before they hurt each others' feelings a Lot

5/5 gayness the dramatics jesus christ

3x16: virtual systems analysis

random moments

so this episode is more focused on abed and annie, and troy and abed actually don't Technically interact with each other very much at all, but. you know

abed kinda freaks out when troy and britta go on a date because it "messes with the fabric of the group" (🤨 I know what you are)

troy calls annie to "check on abed" boy you are on a date with a woman

4/5 gayness just from subtext you get it

3x17: basic lupine urology

random moments

troy and abed play detective as they try to figure out who sabotaged the group's biology project

"we can't both do the zinger"

4/5 gayness no explanation

3x19: curriculum unavailable

random moments

the study group is expelled from greendale and abed gets arrested for spying on campus, so he's supposed to have a psychological evaluation

troy is just very protective of him in this episode, plus the flashback clip where he and Annie are comforting him as he's freaking out about daylight savings

"our adventures are VERY manly"

4/5 gayness

3x21: the first chang dynasty

random moments

oof baboof with you two! (all the plumber shenanigans are hilarious)

mostly putting this one on here for the goodbye scene at the end of the episode, though. god

"he said, 'I know you hate when people do this in movies.' sorry I got emotional"

3x22: introduction to finality

plot B

abed "goes crazy" without troy (who's off at a/c repair school)

when troy comes back he prioritizes abed over britta (who he supposedly has romantic feelings for)

"I miss abed so much" "you're afraid you'll go crazy without troy"

4/5 gayness one could say they're a little codependent

4x03: conventions of space and time

plot A

troy gets jealous of (read: goes "psycho girlfriend on") abed's new inspector spacetime superfan friend toby

britta, even as troy's literal girlfriend, calls abed troy's boyfriend and supports troy through the whole thing

"for the first time in my long history of being locked inside things, I knew someone would come" let me just put my head through my wall really quick

5/5 gayness even though troy has a whole gf. that's how gay this episode is

4x11: basic human anatomy

plot A

troy and abed pretend to switch bodies, like in freaky friday, in order to help troy process his feelings about his relationship with britta

5/5 gayness holy SHIT y'all. I could write thousands of words on this episode. it is so hard to justify troy's actions in this one without reading him as a closeted gay person not lying

5x03: basic intergluteal numismatics

random moments

including this one because of how abed comforts troy and pushes him around in a wheelchair for the entire episode

3/5 gayness it's the casual married-ness again smh

5x04: cooperative polygraphy

random moments

this is another one I didn't include on my original list but I decided fuck it

the bit uncovering the actual origin of their patented handshake is so funny "I can't even look at you right now" "then you should know I'm crying"

also just the. look on abed's face when troy agrees to go on the trip at the end. "cool. cool cool cool." "that's a lie" UGHHHHH

4/5 gayness again. so typical

5x05: geothermal escapism

plot A

do I need to say a word

ouch ouch ouch OUCH

5/5 gayness especially the deleted dialogue from the last scene (I've posted it before but lmk if you don't know what I'm talking about. disclaimer it makes me want to launch myself off the empire state building)

alright. there it is folks. I was going to make another subsection of other random iconic trobed moments and cite the episodes they're from but basically every single episode has at least one, so that list would be Way too long to qualify as a supplement to this one lmao. however! if you have a Trobed Moment™ stuck in your head (or any Moment for that matter) and you can't remember which episode it's from feel free to ask me, I'm confident that my internal community database will be able to Remind You. anyway. hope this was helpful. bye

[kiwinatorwaffles]

hmm. i'm usually not one to post about these topics but i think i've gathered enough thoughts on wilbur's abysmal apology towards shelby to form a cohesive message.

WARNING: the rest of the post will discuss abuse and also a lot of my personal experiences as someone who has hurt other people in the past. obviously not to the extent that wilbur has, but please move on it you don’t want to see it. thank you and stay safe.

being stuck in a hard place, whether it be living conditions, mental conditions, or any other factor, will naturally hurt the person going through those tough times. and hurt people hurt people. but i think there's a pretty Big Fucking Difference between doing bad things in the past and actually owning up to your actions after regretting it VS doing bad things in the past and turning a blind eye against those you've hurt to wallow in your own ego and misery.

i’ve experienced my fair share of abusive friendships, but when i was fifteen, i WAS the toxic friend. (yes, i’m aroace. friendships aren’t the same as a romantic relationship but they can be just as strong. i value my platonic bonds as much as allos value their marriages or date partners.) i was going through a huge depressive episode. it was tough for me, but during that time, i made fun of my friends' interests to their faces because i couldn't personally understand it, and i also vagueposted about the little things they did that ticked me off right where they could see it. it got to the point where they had to make a separate group chat to talk about their interests where i wouldn’t see it. i hurt all of them, and it ended in them confronting me about my actions. they put me in my place and called me out for my horrible attitude.

after seeing my friends' perspectives, i realized just how awful i was to them and sincerely apologized to each of them. i recognized their feelings towards my actions and didn't make excuses. even though i was going through a hard time myself, my abuse towards them was absolutely NOT justified. as i recovered, i made sure not to hurt them any more, and years later, our friendships are still going strong.

my experiences aren't nearly as extreme as what wilbur has done to shelby, but i think it's pretty fucking clear that his apology was flaming dog shit served on a trash dump. like, i was a fifteen year old. he's a Grown Ass Man with a big platform. he dug his own grave by talking about himself first instead of actually addressing his mistreatment of shelby first and foremost. he didn't even MENTION shelby by name. talking about his "strides to betterment" without even directing his apology towards the person he actually hurt is just pathetic. that whole spiel about how he "thought" the whole exchange was consensual is fucking wild. he didn't even apologize for that; he moved on right afterwards.

we can infer that wilbur has been struggling with being a person who has done bad things through his songs and lovejoy's music. he might have been going through a hard time and maybe even regretted it (though his apology really makes it seem like he's just doing it for damage control), that STILL doesn't validate any hurt he might have caused. the least he could’ve done is to sincerely apologize to shelby, even if she didn’t accept it. but he couldn’t even do that.

it's just disappointing that, as someone who has a platform of millions of followers, he displayed an act of shallowness. in the end, his attempt at sincerity fell flat and benefited no one, especially not the people he abused. if he had properly apologized, even if his apology wasn't accepted, it would've shown people in a similar situation how to apologize to the people they hurt in the past in a mature and sincere way.

so, yeah. FUCK wilbur soot. focus not on the fact that he has done bad, but that the one he abused didn’t get a proper apology. support shelby and other victims of abuse. listen to their experiences and spread awareness of these cautions. uplift their voices, not his.

for those who have connected to his and lovejoy's music that have gone through a similar dark time in their lives, i also extend my heart out to you. it must also be hard to see someone who reflected your struggles of betterment reveal himself to be someone who really hasn't gotten better at all.

but you don’t have to be like him. you don’t need to follow in his steps as long as you own up to your mistakes, even if you can’t talk to those you hurt anymore. in the end, what matters most is that you apologize in a sincere way and make sure you don’t repeat those mistakes going forward.

you CAN get better. if anything just so spite that british boy’s ass

thank you. kiwi out ✌️

[nicoline1998enilocin]

''There's nothing wrong with her stutter!''

PAIRING | SEBASTIAN STAN x FEMALE!READER

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | You get a job offering as a make-up artist for Marvel Studios, and quickly become great friends with Sebastian. He never cared about your stutter, and was always patient when you were talking to him. You grow really close, but when the paparazzi tries to hurt you, he is quick to shut them down in your defense.

WARNING(S) | Light swearing, a little angst in some spots.

A/N | Hi all! I decided to write this one-shot to show everyone who has a stutter and is struggling with it that it is completely normal, and you're absolutely perfect! A really good friend of mine struggles with it everyday, so I decided to share what it is like to live with someone who has it with their permission. I hope you will enjoy it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Y/N still remembers the day she got the job offering to be a make-up artist with Marvel, it was such a big career move she even moved to New York City to be able to take it. Once she arrived on the set, she found out she would be the main make-up artist for both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, who she had both seen in a few movies before. The only thing that did really worry her, was the fact that she had a stutter, usually people didn't react to that all too well. Despite this, she decided to give this a chance because this could be the change she needed so bad in her life.

The first time you met both Sebastian and Chris was an absolute delight, they were incredibly nice. ''Hi g-g-guys, my n-name is Y/N, and I w-w-will be your makeup a-artist for now.'' you said, and your cheeks immediately turned a deep crimson color, and you really wished you could just run out of the make-up trailer and hide forever. ''Hey, I'm Sebastian!'' he said, and he decided not to comment on your stutter, he actually found it pretty cute. ''Hi, I'm Chris, it's really nice to meet you. I'm sorry and I don't mean to overstep, but do you have a stutter? It's completely fine if you do ofcourse!'' he asked, and you nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.

You did the boys' makeup and they were incredibly grateful, they asked all kinds of questions like where you are from, if you have siblings, stuff like that. ''W-w-well, I'm from a small t-t-town in Florida, w-where I lived with my ex b-b-boyfriend for a few years, and now I l-live here in New Y-York City, by myself. I s-s-sadly don't have siblings, but I h-h-have a three year old son n-named J-J-James.'' you said with a big smile on your face, thinking about your little boy. You don't see his dad anymore because he left after he found out you're pregnant, and he didn't want any of the responsibility.

''Want to know a little secret?'' Sebastian asked you, and you nodded. ''My character in these movies is also called James. I have a feeling this is completely meant to be!'' he said with a smirk and he let out a chuckle, you laughed as well. You have a feeling you would get really get along well with Sebastian, as well as Chris, because they both make you laugh and feel good, so you don't have to worry about your stutter. ''A-A-Allright guys, you're both ready. Have a good d-d-day on set today!'' you said and you started cleaning up your makeup kit for now, so you would have a clean space to work off of if they needed to be touched up.

The next few weeks were great, and you got to know both Chris and Sebastian pretty well, but there was this undeniable friendship between you and Sebastian. He never said anything about your stutter, but always carefully listened to what you had to say. He never interrupted or finished your sentences, which is something you absolutely hated, and it felt like a relief that he didn't do it. ''S-Seb? I want to say thank y-y-you for being so patient w-with me and my s-s-stutter. It is a r-r-relief that you don't interrupt me or fill in w-what I want to s-say.'' you say with a little flush on your cheeks. ''Ofcourse doll, I know how much it bothers you that people do that, but it doesn't take much effort to just be patient. Besides, I love hearing what you have to say!''

You were so grateful to hear him say that, it felt great to have someone in your life who didn't fill everything in for you, you can think and talk for yourself thank you very much. By the time the end of filming rolled around, you really got close with Sebastian, and you often ended up talking in his trailer for a little while before going home, where you talked about everything and nothing, the good and the bad. James was usually at daycare, but when he got very sick during the day, you had to go there in a hurry. By the time you got to your car you found it had a flat tire, and you didn't know what to do. ''Want me to drive you? I'm done shooting for today anyway!'' Sebastian offered and you happily agreed.

''Oh b-b-baby, what's going on? Are y-you okay?'' you asked James when you saw him. He was very pale and warm, definitely spiking a fever. ''He ate his lunch, but sadly he didn't keep it down and he got sick. He has been spiking a fever for a little bit, but it doesn't seem to go down. We're so sorry we had to call you out of your work!'' the lady at the daycare said, but you said it's fine. ''Hey buddy, are you feeling sick?'' Sebastian asked, looking worried at your son. He nodded slightly and he started crying, so you really had to go to the pharmacy and pick something up in order to bring down his fever. ''I'm s-s-sorry, but we really need t-t-to go now. H-Have a good day!'' you said. ''Yeah, you too and again, I'm so sorry!'' the lady said.

Both you and Sebastian hurried back to his car, you sat in the backseat this time, with James on your lap trying to comfort him a little bit. ''It's o-okay buddy, we'll get you s-something for your fever, and you'll f-f-feel better in no time!'' you said to him, softly stroking his cheek while giving soft kisses on his head. ''Sebastian w-w-will drive to the pharmacy and get you s-something to feel better, okay?'' you said, with tears welling up in your own eyes, because you hated to see him in this much distress, you absolutely despised seeing how bad he was feeling. Most of all, you hated the fact that you had to go through this alone, since your ex left you during the pregnancy.

Sebastian arrived at the pharmacy and went in after you told him what to get for James, so you could stay with him in the car. ''Here you go, James!'' he said when he came back, and he brought some of your favorite snacks as well, to make you feel a little better. He drove all three of you to your apartment, and you invited Sebastian in. ''Oh no, it's okay, really! I should really go, if I come with you I'll only be in the way of you taking care of this little guy.'' he said when he softly stroked James on his back with his big hand. ''It's okay S-Seb, really. I could use t-t-the company!'' and he agreed.

After a few hours you finally managed to get his fever down, and Sebastian was making dinner for the both of you so he was able to help. James didn't feel like eating yet, so you could always make him something simple later. ''Allright doll, dinners ready.'' he said, and he put down a delicious looking pasta salad, and your mouth started watering at the sight of it. ''Wow, i-it looks delicious!'' you say and you immediately put some on your plate. You realized you hadn't ate anything since breakfast, because it was hectic at work and when you got the call from the daycare, you completely forgot about lunch.

A few days later, you suddenly notice a lot of notifications on Twitter and Instagram, but you don't understand what it is all about. When you open Twitter, the first thing you see is '' Does Sebastian Stan have a new girlfriend? '' and you click on it. There are a couple of paparazzi photos of you, Sebastian and James from when he was sick, and Sebastian was there to help you both out. You get really nervous because of this, and decide to call Sebastian. ''Y/N? Is everything okay doll?'' he asked when he picked up after the second ring. ''S-S-Seb, have you seen the p-p-photos yet?'' you say and tears start to prick in your eyes. You were afraid that if he saw all the things they said, he didn't want to be friends anymore, you knew he didn't want a relationship for a while. Even though you were definitely not together, those thoughts still crossed your mind.

''Ah, you mean the ones where they say you're my girlfriend?'' he says with a sigh, he was hoping you wouldn't find out what the paparazzi said, since he knew how you felt about those people. ''It's okay doll, I have already put out a statement that I'm not in a relationship, but that we're just really great friends, that's all.'' he said, and you felt a bit relieved when he said that. You thank him and he asks how James is doing, since you had a few days off to take care of him. ''He's really d-d-doing great, and he has b-been asking about you! H-H-He wants to know where m-mommy's friend is, and asked i-i-if you wanted to come and p-play with him.'' you said with a smile, thinking about when James asked for Sebastian. ''Oh, I would absolutely love to come by later today. Is that okay? Maybe we can all go out to dinner together if he's feeling better!'' Sebastian suggested and you accepted his offer.

The three of you were on your way to dinner, and Sebastian got recognized by some fans who wanted to take a photo with him. He looked at you apologetically and asked if it was okay with you. ''Yeah, o-o-ofcourse!'' you said to him and stepped to the side with James, so you could give them space for a few photos. When the fans walked away you could hear them saying something about you stuttering, and you started to feel very self conscious again. ''Seb, m-m-maybe we should just reschedule. I'm s-sorry.'' you said, and James noticed the tears falling down your face. ''No mommy, no cyring! Mommy can't be sad!'' he said while wiping the tears away, which made you smile through the tears. ''Doll, it's okay. There's nothing to worry about, they don't know anything about you. If you want to go home that is okay and I will come with you, but if you still want to go to dinner I would love to go with the both of you.'' he said, holding your face in his hands. He gave you a kiss on the cheek to make you feel better, and you decided to go to dinner.

When it was time for the premier for Captain America: The First Avenger, Sebastian invited you to come along as his plus one. You gladly accepted, you could really use a night out for a change. The babysitter was more than happy to take care of your little bundle of joy, and you got to spend some quality time with Sebastian and the rest of the cast, who you've grown to love during the shooting of the movie. ''Hey Chris! H-how are you?'' you ask when you see Chris, you haven't seen him since the last day of shooting. ''I'm doing really great. I'm kind of nervous ofcourse, but I'll be fine! How are you and James doing?'' and you tell them about how we was sick a little while ago, but he is back to his old happy self now, and really growing up way too fast.

When it was time for the red carpet, Sebastian gently guided you there, and you both posed for some photos. ''Sebastian, how does it feel to have a girlfriend now?'' some people ask, and you are finally done with it. ''He's n-n-not my boyfriend! We're j-j-just really good friends!'' you say and you get angry, but instead of them stopping, they just started laughing and making fun of your stutter. ''Oh please, why would anyone listen to you? You can't even talk like a normal person!'' someone said, and this is what drove Sebastian over the edge this time. ''Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with her stutter! She can't do anything about it, and it makes her special! It's too bad assholes like you can't seem to get that into that small brain of yours!'' he yells at the guy, and he storms off the red carpet with you closely behind.

''S-S-SEB, WAIT!'' you say, only earning more laughs behind you. You start walking slower and tears are streaming down your face, Sebastian then stops when he hears you sobbing. ''Oh god doll, I'm so sorry for what just happened. I know how you feel right now, and I am so sorry that happened to you.'' he said, and he wrapped his big arms around you to comfort you. ''I-I-It's okay, I'm used to it.'' you say in between your sobs, but it still hurts that they make fun of your stutter. ''No doll, it's not okay, and someone had to set the record straight. I think you're absolutely perfect, and you didn't deserve that. No one deserves to be treated like that.'' he said in your hair whilst he kept holding and soothing you.

''I-I-I'm sorry. I should just go h-home...'' you say and you let go of Sebastian, but he doesn't want to hear any of it. ''Doll, how about we get you cleaned up in the bathroom real quick, and we will just enjoy the rest of the evening with our friends? You really deserve a night out, and those assholes can just fuck right off to where they came from!'' he said, earning a light chuckle from you. ''Okay, b-b-but you can't c-come into the bathroom w-with me!'' you say and the two of you make your way over there. Whilst you walk into the bathroom Sebastian goes to get you a glass of champagne and hands it to you when you walk out of the bathroom. ''T-t-thank you again, Seb. This m-means the world to m-m-me.'' you say and you give him another hug, and this time you give him a light kiss on his cheek, making him blush a little where your kiss just touched him. ''I love you, doll.'' he said. ''I l-l-love you too, S-Seb.''

[eddiegettingshot]

thank you for your posts which has helped me get a handle on my own feelings about the ep and that one of my big issues was feeling like buck not immediately apologizing on the court or at any point afterwards was so out of character for him.

like i think i'm not even as bothered by the shove itself as some people. maybe it's because i'm into sports generally but i get a heat of the moment emotional shove during a basketball game, like i'm not excusing it but i get it.

but the buck who post-lawsuit was chasing after eddie's forgiveness and attention would not go radio silent and not even reach out to his best friend after doing something like that. i just don't buy it.

i’m glad that my ranting has resonated with you! and yeah, totally valid re: the body checking, i think part of that for me was also that it was just like. viscerally weird and upsetting to watch buck decide to chase EDDIE (eddie!!!!!!!) down and then… do that. to EDDIE. but obviously different interpretations and all!

his response in the aftermath was what was just completely unacceptable to me, especially if we’re supposed to believe that everything he did in this episode was actually about tommy—because as much as everyone is enjoying their buddie speculation, this reading (and it IS there once the buddie goggles come off, that’s the way they WANT you to read it) suggests that buck actually doesn’t really give a shit about eddie at all, at least not when someone shiny and new shows up. and that’s… not buck. that’s so out of character for buck. it’s DISRESPECTFUL to buck’s character, even.

because, like. buck says multiple times that he feels bad, and people seem to buy it generally and think that his conversation with maddie was proof. except for the fact that when buck feels bad, he doesn’t avoid things. he runs headfirst into them trying to make it better. you’re seriously telling me that if buck had actually caused eddie injury—and let’s not forget that it could have been bad enough to bench eddie from work, they just got lucky—he wouldn’t be over at eddie’s house day and night, trying to make things easier for him? sure, maybe he was in shock at the court (i don’t buy it for a second lol) but what about in all the time afterwards? buck, in general, has never cared about whether people want him there, but now it really matters that eddie might be upset with him, and he doesn’t take a second to think why eddie would be when he’s never upset with buck for things that aren’t his fault? and this thirty-two year old man needs not one but two people to teach him lessons that actual children should already know?

the conversation with tommy makes everything 100x worse to me because, aside from the whole thing about exclusion being secondhand embarrassing, the fact is that buck still hasn’t said a word to eddie but is able to make jokes about it. for some reason, he needs tommy—a guy he might like but has known for a week—to TELL HIM to call his best friend. it continues to be absurd to me that they chose to have these two flirting over buck hurting eddie. and on tommy’s part, any rational grown person should have been like, “it’s kinda weird that you did that to my friend i really like who’s also sooooo important to you that we’re gonna talk about how great he is for 2 minutes.” not “oh that’s so charming and i want you.” sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️

when we only had the script leak, i assumed that buck did apologize in the moment for whatever he did and then withdrew, or that there would be a scene after he spoke to maddie where he apologized. but now it’s obvious that they couldn’t have shown buck’s normal response to doing this to eddie because it was all in service of him having his moment with tommy. so because they used eddie and buck’s friendship with eddie as a plot device, they ended up assassinating buck’s character and regressed his development to a truly ridiculous level.

i maintain, and have maintained since before the episode came out, that this was the worst possible way to go about this arc. and it’s weird to me that we’re just glossing over it to be like, well they were talking about eddie! they were talking about christopher! tommy is like eddie! well, yeah, sure, but buck treated eddie like dog shit, and i’m pretty sure he’s not gonna grovel about it. so. like i keep saying, i’m very glad that bi buck is canon and i think it’s important, but i can also think that they fucked up the execution and that i hated it and wanted better for a character i really do love.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Despair episode 3

Thonks.

It hurts seeing Hajime so low.

You get so used to Hajime in the game who was definitely more upbeat.

Seeing him look down on himself is hard to watch.

Especially because we know where it goes.

Makes you wonder how many people with his mindset exist.

We saw a bit of that from Makoto but he always puts a positive spin on it.

Like my optimism is only thing I'm good at.

But Hajime was full of despair long before Hope's Peak found him.

And they zoomed to him like he were blood in the water.

God and the shot of him walking part the 77th class, the elites themselves as a nobody.

It's good, it hurts.

Well this girls blunt and rude.

Natsumi Kuzuryu.

Wait.

Waaait.

That's Fuyuhiko's little sister?!

... Oh no...

Well she definitely has his personality.

Maybe it's a family thing?

So she has the whole thing of because my family, namely Fuyuhiko is talented she must be by association.

Gonna get a rude awakening.

Wonder who freckle faced bitch is?

And now this girl, Sato has beef with Natsumi. I feel so bad for Hajime he's just sitting there while they insult each other.

Hurt her?

Ohhh Mahiru.

No yeah Chisa did say she had a friend in the Reserve Course that she went to middle school with.

That must be Sato.

And Sato was in the photography club in her last school, which is Mahiru's talent.

Makes sense.

Man Natsumi is bad, but man she's good at causing chaos.

Junko should've recruited her, but given her arcade game... Guessing something happened.

I'm suprised Mahiru is scared of Natsumi, they must have had quite the history.

Again, poor Hajime just sat here as they argue at his desk.

Definitely been in that situation.

"My sisters been crazy since the day they bought her home."

Damn Fuyuhiko.

I mean, he's not wrong. She makes old Fuyuhiko look calm and civilised.

Annd Peko and Fuyuhiko are doing the pretend they don't know each other thing.

And him warning her not to do anything.

.... That warning unfortunately didn't translate into the game.

Gotta wonder how much was based on reality.

Annnd ibuki found them.

Hajime and Chiaki gaming together. I like their friendship, Hajime desperately needs a friend.

Him asking if she'd still like games if she sucked at them.

Her saying yes because she truly loves the games she plays.

Man... Talent really us everything to those that don't have it.

And it makes sense why, especially being cut off from the main school.

Her using Chisa's words, she really is the best teacher. And for a while that gets through to Hajime.

It won't last.

But it's nice to see him smile and game without a care in the world.

And than stopping Sato from slapping Natsumi.

Unfortunately as nice of a sentiment as the people you know doesn't make you special.

It might not make you talented, but it sure can open doors.

Especially if your the daughter of the head of the Yakuza.

Also... Sato you erm... Need to chill a little.

A lot.

You need to chill a lot.

The thing is, Hajime and Natsumi are the same.

They're both stuck in the Reserve Course and want nothing more that to join the main school.

They want a talent so bad they would do anything for it.

Natsumi tries to use the rays of her brothers talent to make herself shine.

Hajime agrees to something that will ultimately destroy him, just for a talent.

If anyone knows how Natsumi feels is Hajime.

And even than he's trying to use what Chiaki told him.

It's so sad how much not having a talent grips people, tears them apart.

Because she doesn't have one, she's afraid Fuyuhiko will leave in her the dust.

I doubt he would.

But if you're not useful, if you're not the best than do you even deserve to be in his life?

It's cut throat, it hurts.

And feeds into why someone would agree to participate in the Kamakura project at all.

Police?

And there's tape corning off the entrance.

"Some kid got murdered I think."

"Yeah a straight up homicide."

Thank you NPC's.

... And that's how Natsumi dies.

Fuyuhiko having to identify his sisters body... Peko being pissed feeling like she failed.

Sato... If it was truly you, you're fucked man.

And Hajime loses someone he was just starting to get to know.

... Okay Natsumi wasn't the nicest person but fucking hell she just died... Don't say that shit.

... Sato.. Has issues.

Idk if it was Sato because I can't see her lying to Mahiru but she's still sus.

But it if it wasn't Sato, who was it?

And Sato just vanished and was found dead.

... Fuck...

WHO LET JUZO BE SCHOOL SECURITY?!

That man should not be anywhere near kids. And in a position of authority?

Fuck that.

Fucker, who just throws a kid on the ground.

Also I don't believe the story he's giving. I doubt he's telling the truth at all.

Also Hajime I get wanting to punch the shit out of Juzo.

But not the best idea to try to hit a staff member.

No matter how scummy they are.

Annnd especially when that guy is the ultimate boxer.

Man that's 2 protags this man has hit to the ground.

Someone hide the others.

...and he fucking spat on him?!

... Nevermind hit him again... With a truck.

I'm suprised Izuru allowed this guy to see daylight.

Juzo, you're nothing, so I dunno why you're on such a high horse.

You are a pathetic little bully and when you die I'm going to laugh.

Hell I'll cheer.

I don't think I've ever hated a character more than Juzo Sakakura.

Like Munakata I can get.

I can understand where he's coming from and why he has this mindset.

Granted I might have to get hit in the head first.

Several times.

But Juzo is literally just a bully, he's been a bully since day one. He's prejudiced, he thinks he's God's gift to the earth.

He abuses his position to beat a high schooler, fucking spat on him because he's not "an elite."

I have no idea how someone like Chisa befriended him.

And just, ugh. Fuck this guy.

The worst thing is, Hajime could've moved on. He could've accepted Chiaki's words.

Could have truly believed he didn't need a talent to mean something.

But it's asshole's like Juzo who literally beat it out of him.

That make him think he's nothing.

Hajime being picked wasn't an accident.

It was strategic.

Congratulations Juzo Sakakura you contributed to the creation of the man who's going to destroy us all.

Thank god Chisa stepped in.

Don't blame Hajime pushing away from her though, of course he can't trust them.

Her friend just beat him up.

Also "Dark side of Hope's Peak." Is people like you, you're literally contributing.

The project your investigating, you just gave them their test subject.

And he might not have even gone for it if it wasn't for asshole's like you.

You literally had to just not beat and berate a student, but that's to fucking hard for you.

Don't get me wrong I appreciate having a character like Juzo, I just hate him.

... No no you can argue with that logic.

I know it's dangerous for Hajime go be snooping about but that doesn't justify Juzo's actions at all.

You don't beat up students.

Asshole you don't know to be nice.

And the funny thing is by doing that you've just given him more reasons to go for the project.

And look how safe that was.

Wait are they arguing over Munakata?

... Really?...

Guys, raise your standards he looks like a wet mop.

Hajime saying he has somewhere to go and talking like Chiaki's never gonna see him again.

God... My heart hurts.

"I'm empty. But you can take something empty and fill it."

Parallel to Makoto saying that words can be hollow but you can fill them.

... Oh Hajime... You are worth so much and I'm sorry the world won't let you believe it.

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 6,027

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, creepy men, small sexual comments, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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Chapter four: It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Y/n’s POV:

These last few weeks have been Interesting to say the least. I mean first we had a case in Pennsylvania that turned out to be a shapeshifter that was imitating old classic monster movies. I felt kind of bad for him and also to see Dean in that costume made me laugh for an hour after we saved him. Then Dean got ghost sickness yeah it's a thing, had no idea either.

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And here we are in this town investigating a man who died from choking on razor blades from eating candy. Then my birthday is in a couple days so no reason to celebrate there. “Now how many razor blades did they find?” Sam asked Mrs.Wallace. Dean and I were looking around for hex bags. “Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?”. She said sobbing and they have a kid too, poor family. “The candy was never in the oven.” She said to dean as he was sticking his head in the oven. “We like to check every possibility Mrs.Wallace. To make sure we don’t miss anything. And we are truly sorry for your loss.” I said to her trying my best to be there for her. “Thank you really.” She said with a bit of a sad smile to me. “No problem.” I said back with a kind smile. “Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?” Sam asked her. “No, I mean, I don’t think so. I just – I can’t believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?” She responded and she's right it doesn't usually happen but some bitch decided to attack this family. 

Then Dean showed the hex bag that he found. “Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?” Sam asked. “Enemies?” She answered with confusion. “Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?”  “What do you mean?” “Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman.” I can not believe he just said that. “Are you suggesting an affair?” She said upset. “Mam I am so sorry for these two” I said as I grabbed both Sam and Dean by their ears and pulled them out of the house. “ ow ow! Y/n” They both said. “Good I hope it hurts, her husband just died and her child is fatherless. Have a little more sympathy” I said as I slammed the door behind and walked back to her. “So sorry for their behavior, sometimes men will just act.” I said to her. “I mean do you think he's right that he could have had a secret woman” She asked me with fear in her eyes. “No no I look around in this house and I feel love.” I said back holding her hands.”Thank you really you are so kind. Your mother raised you right " Right mother."No need to thank me, I know how it feels to lose someone.” “I mean I think If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?” “You're right, my partners and I appreciate your time.” I walk out with determination to find this bitch.

“Y/n wait wait!” Both boys try to catch up with me. “Let's go, we have a witch to catch” I said as I got into the Impala. They look at each other with knowing looks of why I'm extra focused this week.

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Sam and I are researching in the motel room while Dean is checking out Luke’s background. “Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?” Sam asked Dean as he was eating a piece of candy. “It’s Halloween, man.” Dean answered, flopping down next Sam. “Yeah, for us every day is Halloween.” “Don’t be a downer. Anything interesting?” Dean asked. “Well it was a witch for sure but not a typical one check out this hex bag.” I answered pointing to the bag. “Hmm, no?” I smile at that. “Goldthread, an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this - is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real.” Sam said, picking up the coin. Dean picked up the small charred bone.”That would be the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby.” I said to him as a matter of factly.” Ugh” he dropped the bone. “Relax man, it’s like, at least a hundred years old.” Sam said to him, trying to make him feel better “Dean’s right it might be old but it is still a dead baby’s bone.” I said looking at them both. “Witches, man, they’re so friggin’ skeevy.” Dean shurred. “Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure. What about you? Find anything on the victim?” Sam asked him. “This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.” Dean answered.  “I knew he was faithful.” I said. Sam scoffed at our lack of leads. “I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead.” Dean said to us.

“Well I'm going to get some ice since nothing is happening right now.” I said getting my jacket. “Wait there's a witch on the loose and you want to go get some ice?” Dean asked me with disbelief. “Dean I am about to be 23 I can take care of myself but thanks.” I said walking out of the room slamming the door behind me.

Deans POV: 

“I just wish she would talk about it with us.” I said to Sam. He scoffed.”Right dean like we talk about our feelings all the time. And in this situation I don't blame her. I mean If I was her I would do the same.” Sam said, looking down sadly. “I mean it was not her fault that mom died and on her birthday she was a baby and for dad to tell her that, I have always wanted to shoot him for that.”Dean said with a little anger. “I hope one day she realizes it.” “Yeah me too” Sam said back, both feeling bad for their little sister.

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Y/n’s POV: 

It’s almost 11:00 and I told the boys I was getting ice over three hours ago. They must be worried but I didn't care being drunk and sad. “What’s a fine piece of ass like you doing here alone” I look over from my drink to see a skivvy looking man leaning on the bar staring down at my chest. “First of all if you're going to hit on a woman try to at least keep your eyes up and second I'm drinking alone in peace not looking for seven seconds in heaven.” I said looking down, getting up to leave, referring to his nether regions.”OH YOU BITCH.” He goes to grab my arm as I turn around to kick his little weiner. But someone else stopped him.”I believe the woman said no.” It was Cas pinning the man's arm behind his back.”Ow ow okay I’m sorry.” Cas lets him go. I still kick him down.”Remember this the next time you think of grabbing a woman.” He shakes his head and runs away like a coward. I look back at Cas. “Thank you Cas but I could have handled that.” “I know you could have but I still felt like stopping him.” He responded. I smiled at that. “I'm happy to see you but why are you is there something wrong?” “No, I just felt danger for you” He said. “Yeah about that, how did you know?” “We're connected.” I look confused.”Since I was the first angel to respond to your prayer I have a trace with you. It's like that for all angels.” “Oh well thank you, would you like to walk back with me to my motel room?” I said walking out of the bar. “It would be faster if I flew us there.” “Yes it would but the air is good tonight and a beautiful sky to pair it plus I need to sober up a little more before I deal with Sam and Dean.” We start talking while walking.

”Y/n if you don't mind me asking why you were drinking.”  “It’s my birthday in three days.” “I'm confused, don't usually humans celebrate their birthdays with joy and gifts?” I chuckle at that. ”They do but my birthday is also my mom’s death anniversary.” He looked at me.”It was my one year old birthday and mom was tending to Sam and I cried. She came to check on me and I was fine. She went back to Sam to see old Yellow eyes standing over Sam’s bed.” “So if I hadn't cried my mom could still be alive.” He stopped walking, staring at me with sadness in his eyes. “You were a child” “My dad didn't seem to care as we got older and didn't celebrate my birthday. I started to ask why and he told me I think he always blamed me.” “ Y/n you are not to blame” “Thanks Cas you're sweet but I can't change the past that's why I try harder for the future.” We reach the motel. “Thank you for walking with me Cas good night.” “Good night Y/n/n” As we said our goodbyes I had the urge to hug him but I didn’t. 

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As I try to sneak back into the dark room the lights turn on with both of my brothers sitting next to the lamp. “Well, well, well how was your ice y/n?” Dean asked me with sarcasm while Sam just sat there with that face of I’m disappointed in you. “It was great, actually I'm pretty tired so tell you in the morning all about it.” I turn to my room when Sam stops me.”Y/n we were worried for you when there's a witch on the loose you don't go missing for three hours.” “Look guys, I appreciate it but I'm not a little kid anymore. I will spend my shitty birthday how I want to.” They both look like they want to say something and Dean goes to but he gets a phone call. “Hello yes this is Detective Plant yes we'll be right there.” Dean goes to walk out. “There's been another strange death.” Sam and I follow him.

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We walk downstairs to teens talking to cops about what happened. Man teen hood I miss it sometimes, the world just felt lighter back then. The main witness who was the friend of the girl who lets just say got a facial she didn't ask for. Tracy the friend is telling her account to the cop. I walked up to her. “Hi there, detective smith” I flash her my badge.”Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?” I asked her. “Um, who’s Luke Wallace?” Tracy answered with a little bit of confusion. “He passed away yesterday.” Sam and Dean are looking around for another one of the special blend hex bags. “I don’t know who that is.” Sam finds one under the couch cushion. Damn it another innocent person gone. And I couldn't stop it.

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All three of us are now researching this. “I’m telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback.” Dean said to us. “Maybe cause it’s not about that.” Sam said, putting his book down on the table for us to see. “Maybe this witch isn’t working the grudge, maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out.” I look at the page and if this is what is going on, then we're screwed.”Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st.” Sam read. “Halloween.” Dean and I both say looking at the book. 

“Exactly.” Sam agreed. “What the hell are the blood sacrifices exactly used for?” I said a little mad and fearful. “Uh, if I’m right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon – Samhain.” shit “I read all about him when I was first reading about demons. Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain’s night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago.” I told the boys.”So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck.” Dean said. “Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes.” Sam added on to what I said.”Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?” “Dean, this is serious.” “I am serious.” 

“Dean, this ritual can only be performed every six hundred years.” I told him. “And the six hundred year marker rolls around…?” “Tomorrow night.” Sam answered but I wish he was wrong. “Naturally.” Dean responded with his regular sarcasm. Dean looked down at the page and saw the illustration of Samhain. “Well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon.” “I sadly have an answer for that too, That’s because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own. Ghosts,Vampires,Werewolfs the whole shambang and yes Dean even Leprechauns.” “Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place.” Sam said to add on more. “It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse.” Dean was right, it would be, what a great early birthday present. I guess it's consistent with my life at least.

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Dean and I are in the Impala watching the Wallace house and of course he's eating all the candy as usual. Good thing I saved my own stash. “You know you're going to get a stomach ache with all that candy.” I told him. “No, I have a stomach of steel little sis don't you worry.” “Okay don't say I didn't warn you.” Dean smiles at that. “Y/n about what you said about your birthday I want you to know that Sam and I would never blame you for what happened and that dad was a dick for telling you the way he did. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to Sam and I. When I found out I was going to have a little sister was over the moon Sammy too.I think Sam and I would be dead without you.So this is to tell you that we are sorry that you felt like this and that we will celebrate anyway you want even if you don't want to celebrate we will always love you no matter what." When he finishes, tears are falling out of my eyes. I hugged him. “Thank you Dean.” “No need to thank me.” We let go and Dean gets a call.”Hey.” “Awesome, yeah, I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. I’ve been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I’ve got a big steamy pile of nothing.” I slap him on the arm for the razor blade name. “Yeah, well I hope we find ‘em soon cause I’m starting to cramp like a –” “WHAT THE FU-” I said. Because there is little miss Tracy being all friendly with Mrs.Wallace, yeah I don't know the Wallallces my ass.

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Sam,Dean and I are now at Tracy's school. Apparently she had a violent experience with a teacher here. Damn, choosing a pretty high schooler for a six hundred witch is smart. I hate that. We walk in the art classroom and see paper mache masks hanging from the ceiling. Dean stops to stare at them. “Dean you okay?” I asked him. “Of course I am, I'm ready to catch this bitch now where is this teacher.” I got that feeling again that he's lying. The teacher walked in carrying art supplies. “You agents wanted to talk to me.” “Ah, Mr. Harding.” Sam said as he shaked his hand.”Oh, please, Don.” He then shaked our hands.”Even my students call me Don.” “Yeah, we get it, Don.” Dean said annoyed. We pull out our badges.”I’m agent Getty, this is Agent Lee and thats agent Smith. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis.” Dean said to Don. “Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It’s a shame she got suspended.” “ We heard that you two had a… uh, violent altercation.” I said to him. 

“Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn’t walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out.” “Why?” Sam questioned. “I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing.She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings.Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating.” Oh wow.”Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?” Sam showed him the old coin. “Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them.” Great, just great.”You know where Tracy is now?” Dean questioned him.”I would imagine her apartment.” “Her apartment?” I said surprised. “Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like.” Great more goose chasing.

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We checked the apartment and no witch was in sight. We pulled into the motel parking lot. Sam walks over to Dean's side.”So?” “Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?” Sam asked. “Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick.” I said as we started to walk to our room. And a kid walks up to us as an astronaut. “Trick or treat.” The kid asked. “This is a motel.” Dean said rudely “So?’’ “So we don’t have any candy.” This is one of the many reasons I keep my own stash. “No, we have a ton in the uh…” “No we dont he ate it all” I told Sam and we both gave each other the look of this is really our brother. “Sorry kid, we can’t help ya.” “I want candy.” “Well, I think you’ve had enough.” I do a double take at that line. I slapped Dean on the head. “Here you go kid” I gave him my entire stash, some pieces being Dean's favorite. “Have a great Halloween” I smiled at him .”Thanks mam” He gave me a smile back. “You had more candy?” Dean asked me offended.”Well I thought you had enough.” I said giving him his own medicine back. He gave me his bitch face. We enter the motel room and Sam goes first.”Who are you?!” Sam shouted holding his gun at the stranger which turned out to be Cas.”Sam! Sam, wait! It’s Castiel.” I said as I brought his hand down then I looked over to a man just standing staring out the window.

 “The angel” Sam suddenly lets go of his guarded pose. “Him, we don't know” I said, nodding at the man.”Hello, Sam.” Cas Said to him and Sam looks like he’s meeting a celebrity.”Oh my God – er – uh – I didn’t mean to – sorry. It’s an honor, really, I – I’ve heard a lot about you.” Sam holding out his hand for cas to shake it. Castiel looks at Sam’s hand like he isn’t sure what to do with it. Sam shakes it a little, and Castiel finally understands and puts his right hand in Sam’s. “And I, you. Sam Winchester – The boy with the demon blood.” Damn that's one way to say hi to someone. “Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.” The man facing the window speaks. “Let’s keep it that way.”  “Yeah, okay, chuckles.” Dean said to him. “Who’s your friend?” I asked Cas. He didn't answer that . “This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?” He asked Dean. “Why?” “Dean, have you located the witch?” “Yes, we’ve located the witch.” “And is the witch dead?’’ “No but we're close.” I said. “We know who it is.” Dean said, defending us. Cas walks over to our bed table.”Apparently the witch knows who you are too.” 

He said picking up a hex bag. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?” My brothers and I look at each other.”We’re working on it.” I said to Cas. “That’s unfortunate.” “What do you care?” Dean asked and he's right why would the angels care. “The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.” Oh shit. “So this is about your buddy Lucifer.” Dean responded with sarcasm. “Lucifer is no friend of ours.”  The man spoke. “It’s just an expression.” I said to him, “Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs.” Cas said to us seriously. “Okay, great, well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is, we’ll gank her and everybody goes home.” Dean said in his usual fashion. “We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful, she’s cloaked even our methods.” Cas said to us back. “Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together –” Sam said, trying to calm down the people around him. “Enough of this.” The man spoke again very rudely.”Okay, who are you and why should I care?” Dean asked him. 

“This is Uriel, he’s what you might call a… specialist.” “Specialist of what?” I asked with concern. “You –  all three of you –  need to leave this town immediately.” He said back. “Why?” “Because we’re about to destroy it.” What the Hell? “I'm sorry I thought you said you were going to destroy the town.” I said, trying to laugh it off. Cas can’t look me in the eyes. “I did.” I can't believe this right now. “So this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole friggin’ town?” Dean asked mad.”We’re out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved.” Cas said back very casually.” Cas do you know how many people are here? There must be a thousand.” “One thousand two hundred fourteen.” Uriel said, looking at me. “And you’re willing to kill them all?” I said staring, not backing down. “This isn’t the first time I’ve… purified a city.” Great, just great we have psychopath with us.”Look, I understand this is regrettable.” Cas said to us. “Regrettable?” I question how he is even okay with this. “We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already.” Hell no I am not about to let hundreds of people die including kids because angels messed up. “So angels mess up and families have to die for it.” I asked Cas. 

“It’s the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There’s a bigger picture here.”  “Screw both of you, the bigger picture!?There are kids here, Castiel.” “Right, cause you’re bigger picture kind of guys.” Dean said, jumping in to back me up. “Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you’re willing to risk?” Cas asked us back. “We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die.” Sam said to join in with his siblings. “We're wasting time with these mud monkeys.” Uriel said, Oh, so he wants to call names. We will call names.”I’m sorry, but we have our orders.” Cas said, trying to justify this. Sam just looks betrayed.”No, you can’t do this, you’re angels, I mean aren’t you supposed to – You’re supposed to show mercy.” He said with disbelief. “Says who?” Uriel questioned, sounding annoyed.”We have no choice.” Cas said to us. “Cas of course you have a choice, we all do. You're telling me you never questioned an order?” I asked, staring at him.”Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith. The plan is just.” He responded back.”How can you even say that?” 

“Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just.” Cas is just so sure it's a little scary.”Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves.” Dean said, jumping back in.”Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?” Damn Cas. I jumped in again.”Well sorry chicken wings. You won't be killing a whole town today.” I said while looking at uriel. “You stupid little girl, you think you can stop us.” He said getting closer but I'm not backing down.”No, but if you’re gonna smite this whole town, then you’re gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. See, you went to the trouble of busting him out of hell. I figure he's worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste the golden boy, go ahead, see how he likes that.” I said nodding at Dean. “I will drag him out of here myself.” “Yeah, but you’ll have to kill me, then we’re back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something.” Dean said. I look at cas and really stare into those damn blue eyes for me to let him know. “We can do this. I know we can find the witch and kill her. Those families deserve a fighting chance.” He stares right back.”Castiel! I will not let these peop–” Uriel tried to speak up. “Enough!. I suggest you move quickly.” “ Thank you Cas really.” I put my hand on his shoulder and let it linger for a sec. It felt so warm. I turn to my brothers. “Let's go catch a Witch.!” 

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Uriel and I are at the park watching the children play. “The decision’s been made.” I said. He laughed at that. “By some mud monkeys.” I don't understand him sometimes.”You shouldn’t call them that.” “ You don't want me saying that because you're sweet on that Winchester girl.” What no.”Of course I'm not. I'm not even fully sure what that means. It's just she’s one of my first prayers ""Castiel you will learn that humans are not worth your time all they are savages, just plumbing on two legs.” “You’re close to blasphemy.” Uriel sighs at me.”There’s a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential, he may succeed here.” I sit down next to him and he sighs again.”And any rate, it’s out of our hands.” “It doesn’t have to be.” “And what would you suggest?” “That we drag Dean Winchester out of here and then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.” “You know our true orders. Are you prepared to disobey?” Uriel just looks at me. Sweet? What does that even mean? I would do anything to protect her but that’s just what angels do for all their prayers right?

Y/n’s POV: 

We found out that Tracy was not the witch but in fact her teacher damn plot twist. We head downstairs in the basement and see him about to stab her. I shoot him full of lead. We get her down from her rope. “Thank you, he was gonna kill me! Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?” Wait what? “My brother –” Oh shit. We go for our guns again but she knocks us back with a spell.”Always was a little dim. He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master’s return? The spellwork’s a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable.” She was getting a chalice and went over to her brother I guess, and used a knife for the bullet wound to bleed into the cup. The spell is still working to keep us down. 

“And you get him with a gun, uh, love that.” She said to me man I hate my gun right now. “You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you’ll all see what Halloween really is.” She puts the chalice on the table and starts another spell while she does that Sam gets blood from Don and smears it on our faces. I see what he's doing. She finishes the spell and the ground cracks open for black smoke to rise up for it to possess Don’s dead body. He gets up and we hear kissing sounds oh God I'm so sorry. “My love.” “You’ve aged.” “This face… I can’t fool you.” “Your beauty is beyond time.” Then we hear a neck snap that was cold, loved and died for nothing. “Whore.” Samhain walked and stopped in front of us but did not do anything. “What the hell was that?”  Dean questioned Sam. “Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot.” “You gave it a shot?!” “Well good thing he hit the bulls eye.” I said getting up. 

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We’re driving to the cemetery when Sam speaks. “So, this demon’s pretty powerful.” “Yeah.” Dean and I both said. “Might take more than the usual weapons.” “ Sam, no you can't use that, it's not good.” I said to him knowing he was talking about his physic powers. “Y/n’s right. Don’t even think about it. Ruby’s knife is enough.” Dean agreed with me. “Why?” Sam questioned. “Well because the angels said so for one –” “I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics.” “ They are but Cas is right about this. I trust him.” “I don’t know, guys, it doesn’t seem like they’re right about much.” I mean he's right they were going to kill a whole town. “Well then forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, these powers, it’s like playing with fire.” Dean said. He picks up the demon knife and hands it to Sam “Please.” Sam takes the knife but does not say anything. I hope he realizes that we just care.

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We walk down into the crypt to a lot of teens locked in. who would want to party next to dead people teens man. “Help them.” Sam said to dean and I. “Wait no we cant let go by yourself!” I said. “Do it!” He runs off after Samhain. Dean and both look at each other. “Get back!” I yelled at them and raised my gun to shoot the lock off. The cage opens and they run out just as they do the grave doors crack open and zombies come out. “Bring it on rotters “ I said as I went and stabbed the zombies. Another one comes up behind and I go to stab it and it goes right through her. “Dean we got ghosts too!” I said as she threw me back. “Zombie ghost orgy huh? Well, that’s it, I’m torching everybody.” He said he grabs the fuel and lighter and lights all of them like the fourth of July. We run after Sam and come in to see him using his powers Damn it Sammy. But he's successful and Samhain is sent back to hell. Sam looks at us both with guilt in his eyes.

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I am walking in the woods trying to clear my head about everything, not just Sam but tomorrow. I hear wings flapping and turn to see the angel I didn't want. “Tomorrow. November 2nd, it’s an anniversary for you. But not just an anniversary a birthday. “ I scoff at him holding myself back so as not to hit him.”Your point being Uriel.” “My point is that you and your brother keep on getting in my way.” “Sam using his powers and you distracting Castiel.” “Distracting Cas? What the hell are you talking about.” “Don't you take that tone with me Girl. You don't think I don't know how many times you pray to him or he just comes.” “I can't control what he does. And he is not your dog so stop trying to control him.” I said and he did not like that as he came even closer. “The only reason you’re still alive with your brother is because you’ve been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, one word. One, and I will turn you to dust.  As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from hell.” 

With that ending he flies away. What Dean remembers? I knew he was lying, oh Dean. I hear wings again. I'm ready to swing this time but it's Cas. “What do you want?” I said as I kept walking as I was still mad at him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay” I can’t believe him “Cas you can't do that, ask if I'm okay when you were about to kill everyone here.” “Our orders –” “Enough with these orders, did you really want to do that?” “Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever Dean told us what to do.” what? “It was a test, to see how he would perform under... battlefield conditions, you might say.” “So he failed, you know what if we had to do it all again I'm one hundred percent sure that we would make the same choice. This town these kids that are breathing right now are still here because of my brothers and I.” He looks at me. “You misunderstand me, Y/n, I’m not like you think. I was praying that you guys would choose to save the town.” “I was hoping you would Cas.” 

“These people, they’re all my father’s creations. They’re works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to hell on earth, for all creation. Now that’s not an expression, Y/n, it's literal. Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?” I smile at him so happy right now. “Of course you can Cas, you can always tell me anything. ""I’m not a… hammer as you say. I have questions, I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore.” “Cas it's normal to feel that way, that means you care to stop when someone tells you to kill an entire town.” I finished. He looks up at me and I can see a small smile? “Happy birthday Y/n I'm sorry I don't have a gift for you.”  “That's okay Cas you already gave me the best gift of all. You told me you care.” I look at him.  “Good bye y/n” “Bye Cas”. He flew off and with me having the most happy I've been on my birthday I have in a while.

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That's it hoped you liked it! Excited for the next few chapters we meet Anna. Sorry, this took long some things happened I also went to the SPN convention and Mark Pellegrino gave me a hug!

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[golbrocklovely]

I don’t have a tik tok. What are they saying about our boys 🙄

omg thank you so much for sending in an ask about my post bc… i need to VENT lol

first and foremost, what aren't they saying about the boys on tiktok??? that's the real question.

imma just list the shit i've been either told or saw myself said about snc (but mostly colby).

sam should sue colby for the killing best friend prank (this one was brought to my attention by @xplrvibes like yesterday lol)

colby was molested

colby was sexually assaulted

elton made colby show his self harm scars on camera

colby has a bad relationship with his brother

sam cried being sexualized too much

the fans broke shea and colby up

colby has hated elton from the beginning

snc were talking about elton on the that one video years back (the one where they did the lie detector test on awesomenesstv)

not a SINGLE one of these are true, btw. that's the insane part to me. like…. every single one of these is a lie that i have no clue how they got started or who said them first.

and here, for anyone's benefit (in case you're curious) i will disprove all of these in one go.

sam was IN on the prank and has openly said that himself in the past

didn't happen/colby has never said that this has happened

same thing (granted if you want to make an argument that some fans have almost done this, that's a different story. but that's not what the fans on tiktok are talking about when they mention this)

colby has never self harmed. colby has never had depression, anxiety/has never been diagnosis with any mental illness. he even outright said in a video, EXPOSING THE TRUTH ABOUT COLBY BROCK, when asked if he was emo "depending on your definition of emo, if you say emo is somebody that hurts themselves - no. i'm not emo in that way." not to mention that if this is something that did happen, how come there was not a WORD about it until 2022??? the last time snc collabed with elton was in 2019. there is no WAY this shit could have happened, only to be talked about now with no proof. ALSO colby literally stated multiple times, back on metalife and even in a livestream in 2020/21, that he has never suffered from a mental illness, which is why he doesn't feel comfortable giving advice on it.

literally…. how would anyone know this in the first place? colby doesn't really talk about his family. but if you want to get technical, for a while in the back of his videos in 2020/21, you could see on his record player his brother's bands record. plus he literally went and saw him run a marathon in 2022 so… his relationship with him is fine.

that's literally not a thing at all lmao

shea and colby never dated, as much as shea would like you to believe otherwise. and if the fans are talking about their friendship… they are two grown adults. no one can make them do anything they don't want to do.

snc lived with elton for a full year, and continued to collab with him until 2019. elton didn't even become a hater until late 2020/early 21. so… no. colby didn't hate elton from the beginning just bc he has resting bitch face in some of the videos. if you want to make an argument that elton took some of his pranks too far, sure. but that's not what this is about.

this one is just ppl taking an old clip and trying to make it make sense to nowadays, so i'll give some slack. but again, this wasn't about elton. it was about aaron when they had beef with him for like a week and a half in 2019 lol

there is probably TONS of other shit said on there that i don't remember off the top of my head. but the fact that i've seen tons of these comments and tiktoks saying this shit is true is bonkers to me. idk who is starting these rumors, but like… dear lord above stop.

like i'm literally gonna have to make a snc tiktok account just to dispel rumors bc it annoys me to no end how these fans believe this stuff with literally NO PROOF.

[olderthannetfic]

To the anon who responded to my speedrunning friends story:

"The fact that those very normal milestones made you uncomfortable sounds like a red flag about the other person and the dynamic of the friendship, not about the speed at which the friendship was progressing."

Oh I agree. My point was less that a friendship progressing fast is inherently worrisome, and more that if it's progressing fast, you should evaluate whether you're actually okay with the speed and this person and this case. It's easy to get caught up in the giddy feeling of really clicking with someone and ignore the ways you're letting them get overly familiar because you don't want to hurt their feelings by challenging them. (In this case, the discomfort was less over them wanting to send me something, and more on the sheer capslocked excitement that made it hard to say no, the fact that they asked me twice but didn't pick up on my reluctance the first time I failed to answer and only got MORE excited and capslocky the second time, and the fact that the "postcard" was actually a big envelope containing a postcard, a letter and a keychain, which they ended up paying over THIRTY BUCKS to send, and it all felt a bit lovebomby. But once again, I'm not blaming them for my bad communication. As I said in my original anon, this was a clear fuck-up on my end. I should have just said "No thanks, I'm good". The problem was that it literally felt like kicking a puppy at the time.)

Nor do I think age gap friendships inherently lend themselves to being overly parental, though with this person it absolutely felt like they were expecting me to be their parent or therapist or both. They hadn't moved out of home yet, had a strained relationship with their own parents, and it absolutely felt like they were pushing me to fulfill that need for them.

Also, I had to double-check, but the age difference was actually over 10 years - when we stopped talking, they'd just turned 17, and I would soon turn 29, and at that point we'd been friends about a year and a half. I was a bit taken aback when I found out how young they were (a couple of months into talking) because of how knowledgeable and skilled they were at so many things from art skills to political theory to various random niche things they've picked up like cryptography and lockpicking. So I mentally adjusted my attitude from "this is a peer" to "this is literally a fifteen-year-old, bear in mind what you say to them and how you say it" but I feel like I pivoted too hard into... what, babying them? Spoiling them? Overcompensating for our gap in age and life experience by feeling like it was primarily on me to manage disagreements or relationship dysfunction? I don't even know, but I still wonder how I could have resolved that better short of just not getting "talk every day"-levels of close to them to begin with. Which might have been better. Certainly for my mental health - their ever-increasing, insatiable demands on my time and attention came at a time when I was already struggling with heavy IRL demands and barely holding on as it was.

Oh, also. I had a barely-active RP blog of a character from our fandom. They made several RP blogs for the fandom, including one for that character's canonical love interest, and kept replying to my RP posts in shippy ways. On the one hand, I'm extremely glad I had the sense to not engage with that. (I'd only briefly resurrected that RP blog to begin with and dealing with this made me abandon that RP blog for good.) On the other hand, I'm once again kicking myself for not having a clear and solid "Hey, so you know we can't do a shippy RP, right?" conversation with them. Especially since months later they were guilt-tripping me with "I'm sad that you don't RP anymore :( " shit as part of their "venting".

Just, argh. I really didn't want to say anything to them that would assert my boundaries or challenge them until things boiled to a point where they couldn't continue, huh? It's so surreal to have been manipulated like that by someone TWELVE YEARS younger than me, and even now it feels vaguely scummy for me to accuse them of manipulation or hold them accountable, but this attitude is also exactly how I let things get so bad in the first place. The mentality of "I'm the adult (by quite a wide margin) so anything that goes wrong is on me" is extremely hard to shake, and I let it lead me into "they're a child so they can do no wrong"-style infantilizing. At the same time, I unquestionably helped this along by failing to say no clearly when I needed to. What's weird about it to me is that this has never happened to me before. If anything, I'm a pretty blunt person who prefers giving and receiving direct communication. I already had a very good idea of what different kinds of manipulation look like, from bitter experience. And later in the friendship, after things started spiraling into dysfunction and while trying to salvage it, I started being a lot more clear about things they said or did that I wasn't okay with. But by that point it was too late to put things back on track.

Sorry for the wall of text, this got longer than I meant it to and I'm sure the peanut gallery will have a field day with this pathetic attempt to summarize a year and a half's worth of dysfunctional friendship into a few salient paragraphs. I don't think I'll even dare looking at the notes on this one, because I feel like people will just tell me it's my fault and it's scummy of me to accuse a teenager of being manipulative when I was the one failing to set clear boundaries until it was too late. It took me two years to get over the sheer repressed and belated RAGE from the emotional abuse and how long I let it go on insufficiently challenged, I already spent too long feeling like this was all my fault. But maybe someone else will find this insightful or helpful.

And it was, 100%, emotional abuse by the end. I haven't gone much into it much because frankly even typing it up brings out that rage in me again, but picture your typical clingy-insecure abuser who accuses you of not caring about them because you were DMing in parallel with them and with someone else. Picture someone so afraid of change, and so entitled to a certain static version of you that lives in their head, that they will use words like "mourn" to describe their reaction to you making slightly less fanart for your shared interest than usual, or when you start engaging with your fandom more through streaming than through fanart. Picture someone who, when you ask them how their day went, responds with "Are you pretending to care?" Picture someone who, when told "You can't control your emotions but you can control how you act on them", responds with "I LITERALLY CAN'T", and fill in the blanks. And some hard-won advice: If someone responds to you that way, don't try to parent them, don't reassure them that you don't hate them, don't send them helpful links. Set. A goddamn. Boundary. And make it clear that you cannot and will not be friends with someone who claims not to be able to manage how they act on their emotions.

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Hi! I've been following you for a while and I love your vibe! So.. I had a request that I'm not sure if you'd accept but... Can you write something with prompet 5 law but like, a brother sister thing? Like as if the reader is like law's sister and loves him so much but like chill about it. Either way love your blog!

I talked to the requesting person about details and turns out it should a brother instead of a sister, so don't be confused why reader is male! Also, I want everyone to be fucking proud of me I didn't give reader the name order so that they call themselves law and order, it was hard but I managed to keep it down

This is part of the now closed Follower milestone event

Here's

The mystery of the wailing in whale wood

(Say that ten times really fast, I dare you)

Law and his crew live un whale Wood for a short while before moving on. Everything is fine and he is healing, but at night, the crew and the minks hear a terrible, spooky wailing - is it the white banshee of Zhou???

Brother detective duo shenanigans with a heartwarming ending about friendship (now play the scooby doo music in your head)

Sleep. Law loved sleeping. After the stressful and draining time on the sunny, he felt comfortable to be back with the people he had known for years. He lay in his bunk and stared holes into the bottom of the bed above him - y/n had been always been his bunk buddy, it was a comforting routine. Now sleep. Quiet, relaxing slee-

"Captain, the banshee is back!" Penguin barged in.

Sigh.

Law rose once again to deal with this nuisance.

"Y/n! Get up, we are going to solve this problem!" Law said as he knocked on the upper bunk bed to wake his brother.

You

Law had gotten it in his head to investigate the wailing banshee. It was annoying and no one has been hurt, yet, but Law just was like that. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had a good heart.

You got up from your comfy bed and jumped down, slipping into your coat as Law got into his. Penguin was a bit shivering, he has always been very afraid of the concept of ghosts and monsters, what a pirate! Good thing you were there to support your captain. Together, you started towards the area where the supposed ghost had been heard.

On the way deeper into the woods, Law felt compelled to recite the facts once more while nervously tipping against the hilt of his sword: "So it started around the time you guys got here" - "correct!" You answer - "and it happened almost every night except the full moon?" - "exactly" - "and the locals tell us that it's an old legend that the ghost of a mink haunts these woods?" - "pretty much, harbinger of doom, announcing bad things to come. After what they have been through not good for morale" you concluded Law's thought. "We should do something, quick" He answered and the both of you made your way to into the woods once again.

"We both know this is not supernatural, right?" Law asked, once again. He tended to use you as a sparring partner for his thoughts, bombarding you with his musings over and over.

"Right" you answered. "There must be tracks, and we are going to find them. Eventually."

You and Law put your heads together. His grumpy eyes stare into yours as you inform each other in short words about the plan - it's always the same plan, night after night.

"We spread out and try to find a clue, we keep in touch with portable den-den mushi. As soon as any of us finds it" Law said, "- we give the signal." You ended. Law nodded. He moved much faster than you and could teleport himself all over the place thanks to his powers, but he was pretty useless in finding small clues and tracking, so it was on you to find the next lead and you both knew it.

Without a further word you two spread out to the sound of distant howling. The wailing "ghost" had a high pitched voice, that was surprisingly loud and carried almost through the whole woods. It sounded like it was lamenting something, but you couldn't make out words. You had already searched in different areas - sooner or later you would find something that would.lead to the true culprit.

You moved slowly, searching for clues on the forest floor. The daily flood the elephant caused didn't make your job much easier, you could only find fresh tracks. As you combed the forest floor, the blue flickering of Law's power reassured you of his presence nearby.

As you crouch led along the soft earth, something white catched your eye - a small tuft of white hair hanging on a tree. The ghost was described as white, finally! You examined the hair - no, fur? white and pretty short, it reminded you of a certain someone. As your eyes searched the forest floor, you began to consider a new possibility.

A scream ripped you out of your thoughts. Law!

You run towards your brother who was staring in horror - at a beetle. You knew that he didn't like nature, but it still baffled you how a man with so much power and resolve was scared of small insects.

"The beetle won't hurt you" You informed him while carefully taking the hand-sized animal out of his sight, setting it down beneath a thick Bush.

Law swallowed audibly and sayd "I know" while blushing in shame. If you weren't in an investigation, you would tease him a bit more. Later.

For now, you were leaving it at that and picked up your last trail, waving for Law to follow you. Just as you thought, big prints could be seen on the ground. This would become interesting.

"I found something, look!" You pointed to the trail. Law nodded, still flustered. He didn't see shit but didn't want to admit it.

Together, you silently moved through the dark forest, slowly approaching the ungodly sounds coming from the darkness, until finally, you could make out words the high pitched voice was screeching: "you can see the new genesis beyond the world..."

"What does it mean?" Law asked seriously as you crept closer to not alert the ghost.

"I think I know..." You told him.

A white figure shined in the moonlight. It was big and round and seemed to be dancing.

You heard it's distressing voice, like nails on a board: "Let's go! New wooorld!" It howled.

Dumbfounded and absolutely unable to process what you two were seeing, you just stood there.

Bepo was dancing in a small clearing in the woods, wearing his pink Uta merchandise shirt, holding a twig in his paw like a microfine and sung, as you now realised. Or rather, tried to sing. Hypnotized, both of you watched his fluffy behind dance around as he shook his rear to the beat.

"The new genesis is this fut-" He froze. In slow motion, his head turned towards his new audience and reveales a pink blush across his face and that he adorned his fur with glitter.

"Ahhhhhyaaaahhhhhhyyyyyyy!" He screamed so loud and highly pitched that your ears threaten to shut down.

"Nooooo it was supposed to be a surprise!" He laments as he unsuccessfully tried to cover up the scene and keep secret whatever was happening.

After all hearts had recovered from the mutual shock, the three of you sat down on the soft forest floor and tried to make sense of this.

Law was already blushing and working hard to keep it together in the face of Bepos cuteness, but his voice was strong as he asked: "Bepo, why are haunting the woods at night?"

"I never meant to scare people! I swear! I never even heard of the story! I just went with it because I needed my privacy to...to..."

"TO?" You and Law asked in unison.

"To practice singing so I could sing for Law now that he is back!" The confession broke out of the white polar bear as he nervously fumbled with his paws.

"Sing...for Law?" You ask as you and your brother looked at each other, puzzled.

"Since he has been so strong fighting a warlord of the sea and all...and now everything here is in ruins...and I thought..." He seemed to realise that his idea didn't make sense to anyone outside of his head and his face turned sad.

You knew your brother, he was fond of his friends and supported them whenever he could. As you looked over, you already saw a soft smile spread across his face.

"I really liked your singing at night" Law stated grumpily and looked away.

"Please continue!" He said.

You knew that he was really touched by his friends idea, even though he was not so much into Uta's songs as the bear. It counted that his friend wanted to make him feel appreciated. You loved your brother very much, and it was awesome to see him form strong and deep connections, even after all you had lost and had to endure.

With a beaming, round bearface, Bepo got into position and coughed. While tapping his foot for rhythm, he started singing in a loud, high voice one of Uta's popular songs. He was no singer by any means, but you could hear his passion in every note. Plus, this waa one of the rare occasions that makes your brother smile, so it was worth it to sit there through the whole night, listening to Bepo's performance together.

When it got late and Bepo's voice sore, you decided to go back to catch some sleep.

"Just tell no one it was me, OK?" Bepo asked of you two before returning.

"I didn't want to scare them..."He looked guilty.

"I will tell them the truth." Law says to a shocked Bepo. "That something absolutely unbelievable and magical happened here tonight" He sayd he waves at you to walk at his side back to camp.

[baggebythesea]

Okay. Director's Cut - "Our Idiots," that fic where Catra and Hordak were waiting in a guest room while their "idiots" did negotiation on a planet and things escalated. Tell me aaaaallll about inspiration for that fic, the stuff you had in mind while writing it, any lines that surprised you, your take on the post-canon Catra and Hordak relationship.... *Entrapta face* Tell me eeeeverything! _freedfromthegalactichivemind (and please tag me when you've answered, so I know).

@freedfromthegalactichivemind

So glad you asked. Our idiots, the story of Catra and Hordak working themselves up over nothing and nearly starting a galactic incidence.

The core idea of the story is of course violent protectiveness and how Hordak and Catra, when push comes to shove, have each other's back. I love their relationship. They hurt each other so bad throughout the show, but for a while there they are the closest thing they have to a friend.

My thoughts were that even after the dust has settled, after the war and the peace talks, the two of them would still share camaraderie and a certain amount of respect. It would be strained, because their friendship means them actively each and every day choosing to forgive each other for the hurt they have inflicting on the other. But because they really do that, their friendship would be even stronger. They trust the other the way they do few others, because they have been through hell together.

I also wanted to show Catra be a little shit, and Hordak stoically accept it. I'm really proud of the line "Catra, you stood before Horde Prime and you laughed him in his face, something very few people in this universe has ever dared. For that you have my respect and my admiration, however irritating you may be."

Another part of their relationship is that imagine them to feel a bit left out among the good guys, with both of them feeling they don't 'deserve' to be there. Sometimes they prefer to hang out with each other instead, where they don't have to keep up pretence.

I'm pretty sure the idea came from a discussion with @jidblogger about how the ex-evil-warlords still remember the old tricks, and what might make them bring it back (I of course include Glimmer in the list of ex evil warlords, even if she got over it pretty quick). The three of them are happy to deal with the universe with friendship, heroics and diplomacy, but if there is a real or perceived anger to their loved ones… yeah, they remember the old tricks (and they are friggin' badasswhen they want to be).

It was also a fun opportunity to write about the space gang on a space quest in space. I'm pretty sure 'bring the magic back to the universe' would devolve into Star Trek shenanigans pretty soon.

Thanks so much for a lovely ask :-)