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I'll probably like copy and paste this to the beginning of the story as well but. It is currently 5am EST. The date is July 26th 2020. Every other part of this story was written between 2015 - 2016. I was around the age of 13, now I am almost a legal adult. I took it down maybe in 2017 or 2018. I was embarrassed by this, I was embarrassed by being emo, I was embarrassed by being a part of the My Chemical Romance fandom. Somewhere along the way, I decided I was too good for this. Somewhere along the way I stopped having a lot of internet friends, most I met on here. Mainly through the comment section of other My Chemical Romance stories (Frerard fanfiction babey). I talk to one person that I met on Instagram now and like my boyfriend and that's it. I was embarrassed of who I used to be. Of being emo. I still get mad when people call me emo. But This morning. I woke up at 4am. And I really missed talking to one particular person from my past. Ranata if you're out there 🥺. And I went through the messages on my page to try and find her Wattpad to hit her up and I saw everyone's messages to me on my page. And like, I was so cringey, but everyone was so nice to me. People commenting their fandoms on my page, calling me fabulous for following them back, Renata calling me a cute girl. And it just made me miss everything. Why did I grow up and value "not being cringey" and "being mature" over the friends I had in this fandom. I cried while writing that ^ Anyways, I'm not going to like revert back to being emo, I'm proud of who I am now and growth is important, but in solidarity, I'm giving the world back my most popular stories. This, My Chemical Romance Imagines, My Chemical Romance Preferences,and my Supernatural Crack.

Ever since my brain figured out the realities of life, I knew I was different. Not magical, exactly, just that I was a four year old girl who loved to play with wooden swords instead of Barbie's. At the age of 11, I loved to fight instead of experience with makeup and fashion like most girls. I hung out with guys throughout most of my childhood. I'd like to play Angels and Demons with my friends, a made-up game where one of us was the Angel, one of us was the Demon, and one of us was the little human who always could conquer whichever one was in the wrong. Sometimes it was the Angel, other times, the Demon. But the human would always win, every time. I was obsessed with the Supernatural, and I believed in it too. There were several occasions where I would have experiences with ghosts, where everyone I knew thought I was being dramatic, or looking for attention. But I knew, with my own eyes and heart, that everything I saw was real. That's why the experience I had with the Winchesters didn't surprise me all that much. At first, I was happy someone believed me... After a while, I learned I wished I was crazy. ***** I read every comment, and they're all appreciated. I do not own any part of Supernatural. Thank you all for reading and getting me to where I am :) Sequel: Through the Supernatural

Just some Supernatural imagines. I do not own anything! They get better as you read I promise! Please feel free to comment and share and like and enjoy to your hearts content! I don't post very much anymore, my life has taken a different turn, but I do hope to try again soon! (UPDATED 11/24/20)