#blah blah blah helloooooo

[bedforddanes75]

dude omg i dont like gabbriette either but why r we saying she looks like an addict DID WE FORGET OUR MORALS

[shou-jpeg]

Hello neighbour.

We're more neighbour this month than last 😏

Come join me, coward.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Howdy! I hope you have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night!

So, can you do Chris McLean x Wife!Reader where Reader is his exact opposite? Like, Reader is serious, seems indifferent and looks intimidating, rarely smiles or laughs, but inside, she's a very soft person and cares about those she loves. Extra points if Reader is, like, VERY tall (almost like Jasmine) and VERY strong. Like, Chris only reaches up to her chest/collarbone, and she can literally pick him up and carry him all over the island without getting tired.

And she's very good for cuddling because her hugs always feel so protective.

Hi lovely! Thank you for sending this in, I hope you enjoy reading it and have a wonderful day!💝✨

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! KUUDERE! READER ONE SHOT

Realistically, Chris would not want to be with a tall woman, but your smaller size did not measure how strong you still were.

And intimidating.

Every episode, interview, event, your face was the same. Stoic. Frowning.

You’ve heard the “guess the wind must have changed direction” joke one million times.

You don’t understand why people seem to be more frightened of you than of your husband, the Chris McLean.

Your hobbies don’t involve TNT or torture.

You were knitting a quilt for a local charity, diligent fingers at work, when a pair of arms deluged you from the side.

“(Y/NNNN)!”

You pause.

Your husband chuckles, rubbing his rough cheek against yours as he booped your nose,“Boop! Hellooooo, (Y/N)! Helloooooo!”

“...”

“Come onnnn, what’s a TV host gotta do to get a thing like you to respond?” he asks melodramatically, grabbing your face and controlling it to face him.

“I’m busy.” you managed to say through your squished cheeks.

“So you can’t spare one ounce of attention for your beloved husband?” 

You rotate your head as horizontally as you could.

“Aren’t you funny! Fine then, I’ll go and leave you to your lonely self. But only if you give me a smile!” he chimes, now tugging up on the edges of your lips.

You jerk your head back, neutral face pristine. You go back to your knitting.

“Hey, don’t leave me hanging. One smile won’t kill ya, (Y/N)! Just for me?” he drags, batting his eyelashes.

“Tell me a joke.” you instruct, deciding entertaining a hope wouldn’t hurt.

“Uhh..." he ponders,"Heather’s life?”

“That’s rather insensitive.”

“Blah blah blah, okay, softy.” Chris snorts,“Cody once told me he tried working at a belt store, but had trouble making ends meet.”

“Cody has told me himself he has yet to work.” you objected with fact.

He starts groaning loudly in defeat.

You blink slowly at him,“If you are going to lie, husband, at least make it believable.”

“What’s the point?” the dramatic inquiry left his lips,“You see right through me. I  married a grandma!” his hands clutched onto his flawless hair out of frustration.

“I’m the younger one.”

“Younger body with an old soul." he taunts,"A really really really old wrinkly soul.”

“That makes me wiser then.”

“Or just really lame.” you knew him well enough to recognise that these insults were just an attempt to get a rise out of you.

“You still haven’t achieved your goal.”

“What’s the point! I’ve tried everything!” Chris whines.

“You have the rest of your life to do that.”

“Um, more like the rest of your life. I’m not dying before you!” he retorts.

“I think you will.” you claim coolly,“You’ve created more enemies than you have hair.” your face brought no justice to the sudden heart-sinking thought of Chris dying.

“Show biz, baby! Show biz!” but the slight tremor in his voice told you it terrified him too.

To distract yourself, your sight drives back to the yellow yarn ball in your hands, whispering to it,“Aren’t you so pretty...” before throwing it up in the air and catching it.

“Are you... Am I seeing this right?” his words were more appropriate for a father to his newborn rather a husband to his wife.

You weren't smiling then, but- “Yarn balls [were] cute,” enough to spawn one.

At first, your husband complains out of disbelief,“So it took an inanimate object to get you to crack? Seriously? You know what that means? You’re not a grandma... You’re feline! Yeah, that sounds wayyyy better! You were reincarnated from a cat weren’t you, (Y/N)?” he then lovingly wildly pats your head as you set the ball of yellow yawn down beside you on the couch,“Come on, you’ve gotta start purring for me!”

“But (Y/N) isn’t a grandma nor a cat.” you remind, standing to your feet.

“Just try!” impatience wired his tone.

“...Mm mm.” you decided as you picked him up. It was your way of making up for planting the likelihood of an early death in his mind.

Naturally his ego instinctively resorts to whining,“(Y/NNN), let me go! Put me down! Now!”

You put one arm under his legs and the other along his chest,“You know you like it. You’re smiling wider than I ever had.”

He couldn’t deny the safety he inevitably felt,“I am and I hate it! You’re making me feel trapped!” your husband exclaims. In truth he enjoyed it, but he was too proud to make it obvious, even in private. He groans,“Okay okay! I uh promise, I’ll let you pick what we’re having for dinner tonight if you put me down! Put me down, put me dowwwwwwn!”

You kiss him on his neck,“Deal.” then set him down, making sure he was on his feet before retrieving your arms,“Perfect timing. I was craving fish today.”

"Fish again..." he groans once more as he turns to face you, attempting to fix his hair,“You ever get tired of that?”

You shake your head.

"Well I made the promise, so..." he sighs, the longer he silently observed how you continued to knit like the conversation never happened, the weaker his urge was to repress a smile,"Damn it, (Y/N). What am I gonna do with you?"

[snowbaamgyu]

Helloooooo!!! So I don’t know if you already saw it but there was a MOA talking about how she unexpectedly met TXT at the airport and everyone was so nice and the members were so handsome she was super excited blah blah blah.. but she mentioned that while soobin, taehyun, yeonjun and huening had brought something to eat, beomgyu wasn't eating anything, soooo maybe you could write something about it like he caught a really bad flu the day before the trip or something and he was feeling dizzy and had a fever and throwing up a lot on the plane. Also if you want you can write the POV of the MOA that saw them 🫢 like “I was constantly watching them and noticed how soobin was taking beomgyu’s temperature and Kai was rubbing his stomach” idk something like that.. I just saw it and I immediately thought about all this, what do you think? 😊

Here it is!! I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you like it. (sorry I didn't come up with a good title)[also sorry that I didn't write for the "throwing up on the plane part" I finished writing it and didn't realize you wanted that 😭]

Up and down

"Hyung, do we have some medicine?"

Beomgyu asked Soobin as he approached the kitchen cabinet that contained medicines and vitamins, though he didn't know what medicine in specific he was searching.

"We do have, but what's wrong? what kind of medicine do you need?" Soobin was having some midday snack, they were all preparing their luggage for their trip the next day, it was still pretty early but better that than rush everything.

"Dunno. I don't feel well" Beomgyu was pouting, telling the truth. He felt off but didn't exactly know what's going on with his body.

"Maybe you're just tired or nervous, go lay down for a while and when lunch's ready I'll wake you, okay?" Soobin patted his head as he left his plate on the sink. Beomgyu did as told, he was indeed exhausted but he didn't do anything to feel like that at that hour of the morning.

He felt sleep slowly getting into him, and within a few minutes he was back in dreamland.

But those dreams were wrong, some bizarre images went through his head, everything felt too real but at the same time didn't make any sense; it was all a mixture of reality and dreams (or nightmares at that point), it was getting hard to breathe, everything felt so suffocating and the next second— a hand was shaking him awake.

"Beomgyu-ah, hey, what's wrong?" Soobin again, Beomgyu's chest hurt as he tried to breathe in order to calm himself down, his stomach was making some weird noises but not out of hunger, nausea was making its way too, bile rising through his throat but quickly being swallowed back down, a burning feeling as if he was being cooked alive, and– the final touch of that damn discomfort cocktail was: a dizzying headache.

Now he did know what was wrong and in what specific order.

"Gyu, breath with me please? it was just a bad dream, everything's fine, at count of three you'll follow my breathing okay? one... two... three... again, one... two... three..." they repeated that until Beomgyu could breathe normally again, he looked at Soobin with teary eyes.

"Hyung, I really don't feel good" Beomgyu drew his knees to his chest and rested his head there, Soobin just hummed. "I know, I think you have a fever, are you hurting somewhere else?"

Beomgyu nodded, "my head hurts, I'm dizzy and my stomach feels off" Soobin winced at that, they had a trip scheduled for tomorrow, they've known about it for a month now, but unfortunately Beomgyu fell sick right the day before it.

"You have to take some meds, but you need to eat at least something, and then tomorrow you can sleep on the plane too, you just have to make it through the check in at the airport" Beomgyu nodded a bit, just wanting to take something to feel better.

"Come and eat at least a little bit alright? then you can rest all day" it was true, Beomgyu had his luggage ready when he started noticing the odd feeling.

They both made their way to the kitchen where the rest of the boys were already sat and waiting for the two of them to start serving the food.

"Are you okay Beoms?" Yeonjun noticed his pale complexion and how quiet he was, of course he wasn't that happy tiny ball full of energy all the time, but he wasn't that quiet either. Said boy shook his head "no" and everyone looked at him.

"He's coming down with something so he's feeling a bit sick, hopefully it isn't that bad" Soobin was the one to answer, giving Beomgyu a pat on his back.

They continued their meal while Beomgyu slowly stopped eating, going even more pale, sweat gathering on his forehead. With a shaky hand clasped on his mouth he muttered a low "sorry" when he got up from the table and sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door and kneeling in front of the toilet, the food he just tried to keep down came back up, obviously totally undigested, burning his throat came another wave, for the third one it came with a choke and a coughing attack.

"Gyu, everything okay?" Yeonjun knocked on the door while everyone else cleaned up the table.

The younger responded with a weak "No..." and brought up more vomit.

"Soobin went to get you some medicine, Kai got your bed ready with a trashcan near, when you're done go to your room okay? Just if you need me I'll stay right here outside." And Yeonjun did what he said, standing there for almost half an hour when he heard the toilet finally being flushed and the faucet being turned on, then Beomgyu opened the door and looked even worse than before, Yeonjun was the one who caught him in his arms when the sick boy tried to let go of the grasp he had on the door.

"Hey, let's get you to bed alright? You can sleep this off the whole afternoon and night, tomorrow you'll be feeling better" the older reassured him, keeping an arm around his shoulder, if said arm was in touch with his sweaty frame then Yeonjun didn't mind.

When Beomgyu laid back down he immediately curled up into a ball, the fever messing with his body temperature, he was almost melting down but inside he felt all cold.

"Soobin got you some medicine, take this pill and try to sleep okay?" Yeonjun also didn't mind combing his fingers through his sweaty hair and helping Beomgyu with the glass of water when his shaky hands almost dropped it.

Yeonjun left his side when he was sure the younger was asleep, the rest of the group gathered in the living room.

"What do we do? He can't just skip this schedule, is so important!" Taehyun said with a worried tone, "I know, but we can't force him and the company also can't force him, he needs rest, not getting into a plane" Soobin was the one to answer, "I'll call our manager to see if we can do something, but it's most likely he'll have to come with us, get some IV on the hotel and rest a bit there".

The leader put the speaker on when their manager answered, they explained the situation as best as they could, the manager was also concerned but as they expected, Beomgyu had to go with them.

"Tomorrow's morning I'll get him to the clinic real quick, make him get some fluids and meds, then I'll drop him at your dorm so the car can get you boys to the airport, that's all I can do".

Okay, at least that calmed them down a bit, so they settled with that.

Beomgyu slept until midnight, when he woke up to drink some water, he still felt bad but not as bad as he did earlier, the headache was still there, tha nausea was gone but his stomach still hurt a bit, not to mention his fever went down for the time being. Maybe, just maybe, he could power through their trip.

A couple hours later his manager was shaking him awake, making Beomgyu once again notice his discomfort in full force. "Kiddo, wake up we have to go to get you checked up", Beomgyu opened one eye and everything began spinning again when he stood up, his manager helping him to put on some shoes, a hoodie, a mask, and hop into the car, not even bothering to change his pajamas or wash his face, feeling too sick for all that.

"How are you holding up?" as the ride went on, the manager asked after watching Beomgyu through the rear mirror, the boy looking pale, sweaty, with his eyes closed but after he opened at the sound of the other's voice he noticed his eyes were unfocused and hazy, probably the sleep or a new fever.

"Not about to die but hoping I do so, everything aches and spins" Beomgyu answered as he closed his eyes once again, some minutes later they arrived to the clinic and Beomgyu had to wake up again. He couldn't remember anything or focus, only answering when the doctor listed some possible symptoms he may have been experiencing and when he guessed right he just said a low "yes" and dissociated once again.

The doctor told him to lay down for a physical exam, aka touching his abdomen to rule out something that might need a surgery like appendicitis, sure after the ride Beomgyu was feeling a bit nauseated but after the doctor pressed certain spot he jumped with a gag, titling his head to the side and dry heaving, the doctor quickly put a container under his chin and another retch just brought up the water he had in the middle of the night.

After the incident Beomgyu fell asleep when he laid back down, the doctor explaining to the manager that he needed rest, it wasn't that big of a deal but after a bag of IV he could go on the trip.

A couple of hours later Beomgyu woke up, a nurse was putting a band aid where the needle was on his hand, his manager noticing he was awake went to his side and put a hand on his hair as if he were a puppy "How are you feeling Beomgyu-ah?" the latter just blinked twice and answered "Better than last night, but still not that good" his manager winced a bit, "You're still up for the trip? We can put up a statement saying that you're sick and couldn't make it" Beomgyu just shook his head no, he wanted to go, he really wanted to, so he would do anything in order for him to be with his members.

When he returned to the dorms everyone was waiting in the living room with their luggage, immediately they all looked up to him and smiled seeing him there, still a bit pale but he seemed well.

"How are you feeling Gyu? Are you feeling better?" Soobin asked as he reached for him, hugging him lightly. "Yes, I'm feeling better now, I slept well at the clinic" everyone smiled a bit, relieved that Beomgyu was doing okay.

"Alright, Beomgyu go grab your luggage and everyone please go ahead to the parking lot, the van is there."

They were halfway to the airport when Beomgyu started feeling a bit queasy again, luckily the van stopped at a gas station where the boys got food and water, not being able to stay there for long they took their food containers to the van and planned to eat at the airport, Beomgyu just grabbed a bottle of water and took small sips and deep breaths, not wanting to be so focused on the smell of food that lingered in the air, he was so relieved when they stopped at the airport. He was wearing a mask, Soobin and Taehyun too, the only ones without a mask were Yeonjun and Kai, so no one suspected Beomgyu was sick.

They moved without problems, not any crazy fans were there, they passed through the check in and went to the seats as they waited for their flight to call them, everyone started eating but Beomgyu just looked away, Kai placed a hand on his stomach and started rubbing it lightly, Beomgyu closed his eyes. Soobin reached for his forehead when he finished his meal, Beomgyu's forehead was a bit warm but not at an alarming rate. He didn't notice a moa who happened to be there as well, noticing that Beomgyu was the only one who wasn't eating and was rubbing his stomach, said moa connected the dots and aside from being excited to be able to see them so close, was also kinda worried about Beomgyu, but if he was sick then Hybe would put up a statement right?

Some minutes passed and they got up looking where was their plane, they didn't film a vlog this time, Beomgyu was thankful for that, he was ready to sleep through all the flight and hoped he felt better when they arrived.

The ride from the airport to their hotel was horrible, Beomgyu was still queasy but as they arrived to their hotel he went to sleep some more, and also Soobin went to his room to give him some medicines and explaining quickly their functions. Their first day there was for rest so the members would take turns to hang out with Beomgyu and take care of him when he felt nauseous or had to throw up, Yeonjun had to rub his back, Taehyun had to call the hotel cleaning service once when he couldn't make it, Kai rubbed his tummy as Beomgy had his head on the maknae's shoulder, Soobin once again making sure he took all his medicines on time and they also got him to eat something light, happy when his stomach didn't react in a bad way.

The next day Beomgyu was feeling better, the queasiness went away and his fever was gone as well, he took it with calm on the rehearsals for the concert but at the time the actual concert started he felt completely fine and gave an amazing performance as if nothing had happened, all with the help of his members.

[mekkatoniks]

Do all of the people who lowkey rag on and giggle at MacDen because "Dennis hates Mac's guts" and blah blah blah ever get tired of being boring as fuck. Is that all you get out of Mac and Dennis like helloooooo, it drives me crazy sometimes someone needs to lock me up before I do something drastic (spam their mentions with walls of text about the intricacies of their dynamic).

[raymend]

i Would sex mgs3 era big boss so good he said blah blah blah. they made that guy too hot like Helloooooo. Hello

[theantitheticallogician]

so at team dinner, my research mentor was referring to THAT tumblr post ab "if it bites you and you die..." blah blah blah, and he introduced the post with, "oh it's a tumblr era joke, back when tumblr was thing, idk if you guys would know" and i'm like....... SIRRRRRR!!! helloooooo?!?!?! i'm on tumblr wtf do you mean?????

[audiovisualrecall]

Also.

NO ONE EVER told me that your size in dress shoes can be an entire size smallerr or half a size smaller than your shoe size in sneakers???? For YEARS I thought it was *just* my weird feet entirely and that I couldn't wear dress shoes bc they would always be too big in the back but I knew I was a size 8.5 and the 8 wasn't any better so obviously I was never going to find a pair that worked.

Like. NO ONE suggested I try a size 7.5 or 7! No one! I didn't think of it but I told my mom apparently blah blah blah and she was like oh yeah that is pretty common.

... Then WHY did you never SAY SOMETHING, MA????? Helloooooo???? 🤦‍♀️

Like yeah a lot of women's dress shies still don't fit my feet well even in the correct size due to my flat feet thing, I either bend the shoe outwards at the side, or my foot hangs out over the side of the shoe for open styles, and sometimes even in a 7.5 ballet flats can have the issue where there's too much room at the heel but then size 7 is way too tight, bc I have wide feet and tall feet. In general women's dressy shoes are mostly meant for people whose feet are not wide and/or flat.

But Anyway! my dress shoes are size 7.5 (and they're I think considered driving loafers? Idk there's so many different kinds of loafers lol) and I love them and they look really nice.

[otomebois-bb]

200 Followers!?

:oo i just noticed I'm at 204 followers.

So, riddle me this: if I did personalised requests for, say, the first 25 people to message/send an ask, would anyone be down? I'm for doing it if I get participants, and it doesn't even have to be MLQC! i won't be upset if I get any (duh, I love the MLQC boys, they're precious beans uwu) but there's no requirement that it has to be MLQC.

I'm a multi-fandom blog here!! Just that so far all I've been spewing out is MysMe and MLQC (really only MLQC nowadays).

I don't mind it too much, because, again, I love my MLQC cuties uwu

Variety would be interesting though, to test my abilities.

ANYWAY!

Yeah. I will reblog this often enough to spread it around so y'all don't forget about it.

So,

First 25: yay or nay?

[ihatebnha]

What are your thoughts on white privilege? I’m curious

LMFAOOOOO I’m not sure if this is asking for an essay answer from me, but if I really were to explain my thoughts on the subject accurately, that’d be what you were getting… however I’m in bed and too lazy to type a lot, SO I’m gonna keep it simple with:

I think white privilege is super real and that all white people, including me, benefit from it to many extents.

This is also kinda a weird question to me though, because… I’m not sure I understand what you mean by “what are your thoughts on it,” LOL… like I don’t see any ifs, ands, or buts to its existence so idk what I’m supposed to think about it besides… yes. It exists and needs to be counteracted against. Dhdhskaksk!!!

[glystenangel]

"when are you opening requests? are you taking requests?"

me: alright i'll take some in a couple weeks, anyone still interested?

*crickets mcgee*

[interiorlulus]

People say destiel is cringe but let's be honest: if spn came out in 2020 (for the first time) you would all wax poetry about it. It's a god tier ship and you can all cry about it.

[handweavers]

don't reblog this please but there's a sort of like. insensitive and self entitled type of white leftist on here who think that just bc they're like ... radicalized that they can say whatever they want even if it's racist and stupid and not at all appropriate and post like thousands of funny memes about stuff thats actually serious to poc in the global south and indigenous people everywhere and they'll make like highly racialized jokes but it's fine bc they're a communist and it's only ironic or it's okay bc theyre mocking fascists like it doesn't matter how much of a leftist you are you're still white lol you don't get to say stuff like that. we can say stuff as poc n it's okay to laugh but like....carefully...carefully.... n these people mock jacobin (rightfully lol) but don't understand that the reasons why communists of colour take issue w jacobin is due to how extremely white it is and how racist many of the people who run that site are, are representative of a larger issue w how white leftists act and they aren't exempt from being a racist weirdo just bc they've read lenin n they're mutuals w palestinians on tumblr n engage in mutual aid like. i don't know how to tell you that you're still white n your actions make that very clear to the rest of us bc of the way you speak about racialized peoples as though you have a right to our cultures and jokes and history out of some weird form of international cross-borders praxis or something it's bizarre n it drives me nuts esp when you can tell these people actually don't have any friends of colour in real life. the deification of their comrades in the global south making a big show of bowing to us blah blah while simultaneously just laughing at our expense. helloooooo

[kckenobi]

Hi Kasey!! 24, 30 and 31 for the fanfic asks! 💕

Katie helloooooo!! Thanks for the ask!

24--favorite scene you’ve ever written

Hmm....either the ending scene of When the Music Stops, when Obi-Wan and Satine are slow dancing/crying and Anakin sees them and just..,,quietly shuts the door.

Or the part in What I Want where Obi-Wan is freaking out about the butt dial to Cody and Anakin makes a subtle sex joke and Obi-Wan is just 🙃🙃🙃

Scenes with very different vibes lol

30—hardest part of writing

Hmm probably revision. I hate when you're like "okay time to take this apart and make it better!!" but then it's just--chaos, there's a scene over here, one you delete but then bring back, things you have to add and OH WAIT maybe we have to change something fundamental and now everything is completely different, blah blah blah chaos

31--easiest part of writing

I love outlining, and writing the first draft because there's so much freedom in it, you can literally do anything?? And you can make a million mistakes because it's just the beginning, and it's so much fun watching the story start to take shape

fanfic writer asks

[putawayurhalo]

just realized the parallels between vecna and pennywise because i was rewatching episode 4 for chapter 10 and steve says “just pops out in the ‘50s, kills one family (the one family part not important) blah blah blah ONLY TO RETURN 30 YEARS LATER AND START KILLING RANDOM TEENS?” HELLOOOOOO????

[luciisthebest]

Ghost 101

Pairing: Ghost!Reader x Dean 

Summary: The reader comes to find herself standing over her own dead body. Despite the obvious problem of her death she has to find a way to communicate with the brothers. 

Warnings: Death, mentions of past torture (nothing graphic), lots of sarcasm, angst, language, mild season 12 spoilers. 

Word Count: 1,053 

A/N: Ah yes the author’s note. This is the part where I write a bunch of stuff that nobody reads but it always makes me feel better. Everybody watch out snarky me has entered the building. Which explains this piece. I don't know where it came from I was just sitting there staring off into space then bam! Twenty minutes later I had this. It's full of terrible sarcasm and doesn't really have an end or a beginning but hey I tried. Anyways I hope y'all sort of like it and feedback is always appreciated. 

“Well this is different.” You found yourself looking down at your empty sightless eyes.

“Y/N?” You heard Dean’s voice and spun around.

“I'm over here.” You yelled back.

“Shit! Y/N!” Dean turned the corner and started running towards you.

“Its about damn time. Look I know this looks weird but let me-” As you were speaking Dean ran right through you. “Woah, dude what the fuck?” You spun around only to find that Dean had collapsed to his knees. He was shaking your body. “Man this ghost shit sucks.” You muttered.  

“Come on Y/N. You can't be gone.” There were tears in his eyes.

“I'm right here.” You waved your arms around. “Helloooooo Dean. I'm standing right here. Not dead. Well yeah I guess I am but I'm right here.”

Dean just continued to mourn your death. “You left me.” He whispered. “You promised you never would.”

“I didn't leave you!” You yelled in frustration. “I'm still here like I promised.”

“Dean?” You heard Sam and hope filled you. Maybe he would be able to see you.

“Sam!” You yelled when he turned the corner. “Please tell me you can see me?” Just like Dean, Sam walked right through you. “Ah man that's so creepy.” Sam still didn't hear you. “Hey! It's rude to walk through a person and then ignore them.” You paused. “Oh why do I bother?” You threw your hands up in annoyance.

“Dean I'm so sorry.” You could tell Sam was trying to stay strong. “You gotta let her go.” Sam gently pulled your body from his brother’s arms. “I'm sorry, we'll find out who did this, but until then we have to take care of her.” Dean only nodded unable to tear his eyes away from your unmoving body.

“I can tell you who did it.” You ran your hands through your hair in frustraion. How could you make them see you. You hadn't really payed much attention to ghost 101 but usually spirits could be seen when they were angry. That shouldn't be to hard, you had plenty to be angry about. “Ok boys I know you can't hear me but I'm just gonna start talking. You all know that my family was murder. Tormented and tortured before my eyes until the demon killed them all. Then he turned his blade on me. And for days he tortured me, made me scream and beg just for fun. If it hadn't been for your daddy, I would've been dead.” Anger was beginning to stir in you. “That moment set me on a path of self destruction and revenge. I killed everything I could and I spent every night drinking myself into a stupor. I did get the bastard but at the cost of my soul. And I paid. Heck that's where I met you Dean. On the rack, but hey I don't hold grudges. Well we both know that's a lie, I tried to kill you for years. But hey we're past that now, we're madly in love blah blah blah. At least we were until I just so happened to die.” You paused the anger burning inside you. You would regret your next words but you needed Sam and Dean to know you were there. “And you know what? It's your fault. The monster that killed me, wasn't a monster at all. No it was your mother.” You were yelling know. “Mary fucking Winchester so kindly slit my throat. And it's your god damn fault.” Neither of the boys seemed to hear you, all of that had been for nothing. “Damn it!” You screamed and all around you lights exploded.

“Y/N?”

Dean was looking right at you with horrified eyes.

“Wow that worked.” You did a small happy dance. Sam and Dean continued to stare at you in horror. “Ok bad time for a happy dance. Yes I'm dead, now that we've got that cleared up I need to tell you who killed me. This is going to be hard to hear but it was Ma-”

“Where’d she go?” Sam looked at his brother.

“Ok you saw that too? I thought I had finally lost it.” Dean was still staring at the spot you were standing but now he was looking right through you.

“No that was Y/N.” Sam gently laid your body back on the ground. “She's a ghost now. But that doesn't make sense she should have moved on.”

“Hello unfinished business. Duh.” You rolled your eyes at Sam before you remembered he couldn't see or hear you.

“It must have to do with what happened here. Dean! Are you listening to me?”

Dean's eyes were unfocused. He seemed at a loss. “Yeah.” He muttered.

“Don't do this Dean.” You knew he was shutting down. Next he would start drinking himself into oblivion. He would go from hunt to hunt taking his anger out on the monsters he killed. It would destroy him and you couldn't let that happened. “Dean Winchester I did not spend the last three years of my life loving you only to watch you destroy yourself.” You were shouting again and this time you gave Dean a shove. To your surprise your hand actually met resistance and Dean jerked away, surprised to find you standing in front of him. “Ok before I disappear again I have two things to say. One my killer was your mother.” Dean’s eyes widen in shock. “And before you interrupt me or plan to kill her, she's been brainwashed by the British Men of Letters. They are in complete control of her. And two. Dean Winchester I love you, I really do. And I swear to god I will haunt you the rest of your life if you go down the path we both know your headed. Don't do it. I know you're hurting but don't. I can’t handle watching y-”

“Y/N? Please come back.” Dean's eyes searched for you frantically.

“This whole disapearing shit is getting old.” You watched as Sam picked up your body again. At least they knew the truth, what they did with it was up to them. You would just tag along for the ride until you moved on. Until then you would continue loving and watching over Dean even if he didn't know it.

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