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oh! forgot this was here. hello.

Hello Dear

she/her and they/them be my pronouns

okay hm. i’m not gonna write a lotta spn anymore bc i’m going back to my youtuber phase lol. cranky fic is coming soon:)

yeet im rewatching spn so now im gonna be able to write hhw because i remember how early dean acts^^

Supernatural n chill anyone?

gonna start writing again

Lmao I don’t know if I want to do a western supernatural au fanfiction (Oof That was a mouthful) or if I want to do an original story about the zombie apocalypse 

“Help” is under construction (I unpublished it) so I can rewrite the chapters

Each and everyday he called her phone. Each and everyday, he listened to her voice. He didn’t care if the phone rang in the same room as him. All the pain he was causing himself, he didn’t care. He just wanted to listen to her voice. Her beautiful... beautiful voice. 
          The girl he was calling was dead. Has been for over a year now. He always blamed himself for it.. her death. But fuck, he missed her so much. So, so much.
          He sat there, on his bed, and dialed her number. He put his phone on speaker and listened as the phone rang in the same room, in a box locked away. He closed his eyes, pressing his phone against his lips as a tear rolled down his cheek. 
          “Hey, I’m not at the phone right now. You know what to do.”
          He started sobbing uncontrollably, speaking into the phone. “Baby... I miss you so much... I’m so sorry...”