#luve ya all

[ba0shanblack]

To all my mootsies & readers,

I'll be on vacation for 2 weeks so I imagine I'm not gonna be that active here 🥺

I do hope when I'm back the godess of inspo and concentration will bless me to write again, because lately each and every one of my attempts failed miserably.

Ps. I'm always getting the news for BBB and if someone needs me, my inbox is always open ����💙

Mwaah!

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Ghost with a gn pregnant darling headcanons

The skin color in the picture is nothing but a reference. The reader is YOU; I'm not excluding anyone.

Warnings: yandere behavior, and talks about pregnancy.

A/N: hope you enjoy! This is also pointed at gn audience. König version should be out in a few days.

He’s too quiet. His mind demands that you repeat it all for him. A series of emotions are washed over him, one being happiness and uncertainty. However, a smile spreads on his face, his hands pulling at your hips as he envelops you in a tight embrace.

“Your... ? — c’mere luve. I’m so happy – this is… perfect. Thank you.”

He makes sure to document everything. He’s incredibly cautious of things, reminding you to drink a bunch of water and eat things that won’t give you heartburn; if that food you want is too hot, he’ll wait for it to be a perfect temperature for you to eat.

Simon’s extremely keen on every detail about you. He will always be there when you throw up, holding back your hair (if it’s long enough). Reassuring you when you need it, keeping calm with the mood changes and lack of muscle aches which he will massage for you.

On the topic of massaging, he doesn’t mind one bit about it. Wherever it aches, he will make sure to rub it out with a lotion of yours, asking you questions if it hurts or makes you uncomfortable while your favorite show is on.

The mood changes don’t bother him — he stays calm the entire time. He’ll take your snapping and yelling like a champ, taking a deep breath as he leaves the room for your privacy. Simon embraces you the moment he sees your lips tremble and tears fall, comforting you with a few kisses and assuring words.

Your privileges of showering alone are taken away; images of you slipping and getting hurt make him nauseous. As much as he respects your privacy, which he respects fully and heartily, Simon just doesn’t want you to get hurt. That being said, either he’ll be in the same room, looking over to you every few minutes to make sure you are okay or he’ll step in to help with washing your body, and praising you as he does so.

When your tummy starts to show, he will hint for you to wear his clothes more; leaving them near you, possibly taking away your shirt when in the shower, or picking out a few of his shirts for you when you can’t decide which one of yours will work for you.

Speaking of your tummy growing, Simon gets extremely annoyed whenever people try to touch you, even with closest friends or family members. His anger and annoyance are higher, especially with people he's not so sure about. He hates having people running up to you, he's lenient with children, strict with women, and God helps any men who come near you.

For the next couple of months, it’s expected for things to get harder: driving in cars is slightly more uncomfortable, and going grocery shopping or doing small errands becomes more tiresome. With this info, Simon helps out as much as he can, never blaming you for wanting to go home early or snapping at him over a minor thing.

Cravings don’t bother him. No matter how tired he is, he’ll get out of bed and get you a certain snack. Though, sometimes when there isn’t that type of food you want that isn’t in the fridge, he’ll lazily drive down to the nearest 7/11 market and achieve it; coming back with a small ‘here ya’ go sweetheart,’ before falling asleep near your belly.

Definitely keeps the picture of the ultrasound in his breast pocket at all times. He loves admiring it, smiling under his mask as he can’t wait to have more pictures in the future.

Anything with you being in high places makes his heart race. He will use his commanding voice, grabbing you under the armpits as he lectures you. Even if it’s not high, or you decide to talk back, he will glare at you before ushering you to sit down.

Surprisingly, you will be seeing Soap more (possibly the team as well!). Ghost trusts them enough to be around you, asking them (Soap mostly) to stop by to check up on you when he can't. Expect him to join a few dinners!

During the nights when it's the two of you, Simon gets clingier — holding you tighter, his tattooed arm always covering your belly as he talks with you; mumbling about what kind of clothes or their personality will be like. Hell, he even speaks about what kind of hair color or eye color they’ll have.

When he’s on call or a mission, he tries to get home as fast as he can. Before he leaves, Ghost makes sure to kneel on the ground, kissing your tummy with a small mumble of ‘keep em’ company’ before kissing you sweetly, promising he’ll be back as soon as he can.

For the time being, he will get on calls with you; hearing you do your things on the other end as he lays down wherever he is. Though, when he can’t get on a call with you, he will send more texts than usual — asking how the baby is, and if everything is okay.

Though, when he does come back to you, expect some… surprises he likes to pull in the bedroom and main room.

Simon will definitely talk to the baby. Mostly, it’s when you’re asleep — but sometimes you will catch him talking to your belly, drawing shapes around the sides as he reads about his thoughts, expressing his fears and promises that he’ll keep you two safe.

Because of his past, he will doubt himself — quite a lot. While he does know you will be the most amazing guardian; and with your help, he will too. However, that doesn’t stop his fear of becoming his father, having a harder time grasping that around his head; fear rumbling in his stomach. With reassuring words and his vulnerable personality around you, Simon will surely pass these thoughts and expect better things for the future.

When you are closer to the due date, his anxiety gets worse. While he is excited, he’s extremely anxious something will happen; everything he’s known has been forcibly taken away from him.

However, the mental picture of you holding the baby bean, the two of you watching their first steps, or hearing their first words overshadows those fears; making him feel more ecstatic about the family you two have soon created

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[bucknastysbabe]

Kink Bingo - Free Space (C*ckw*rm*ng)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW PTSD/Nightmares, Tommy’s guilt, panic attacks, fluff fluff fluff, cockwarming, his gf hypes T up, all luved up, doggy style, getting railed and then made breakfast, set in Jackson

A/N: short n sweet

The things he and Joel did.

Cold sweats and nightmares didn’t happen as often the longer he’d been in Wyoming. But some nights the man couldn’t wake from the memories. Smell of blood and gunpowder— noises non-infected shouldn’t make. They didn’t care. It was in the name of survival. Canis canem edit, dog eat dog. Tommy’s chest tightened again, flashes of the fear of someone’s life draining out in their frantic orbs. He needed to get up, take a walk, a trip, something.

“Tom? You good baby?,” came her sleepy voice. 

Tommy relaxed a bit at her sweet voice. His baby never failed to make him feel grounded. The tether from letting him float off into a miasma of guilt. He gruffed, “Nothin’ sugar, just gettin’ some water. Want any?” She turned over with a sleepy sigh, bleary eyes gazing up at his own dark orbs. Her lips downturned, a slight furrow in her brow.

“Stay here. I’ll get the water, okay?”

Tommy gulped around his arid throat, body unable to move. He felt paralyzed, grunting his assent in the quiet room. She rustled the plaid covers and padded to the kitchen, Tommy’s eyes roving her stark form, locks swishing in the moonlight. He’d go back to the dark times for her— deciding to lock that thought away for later.

She returned with a big glass of water, perching on the side of his bed. Her eyes were kind as she took in his stricken impression, murmuring, “I’m sorry baby.” She grabbed the glass and held it to Tommy’s dry lips. He gulped the cool drink down, pausing to draw a wet breath. She cooed, rubbing his trim chest, “That’s it, you’re not there anymore sweets. Breathe. Breathe Tommy.”

Tommy tried to breathe, really did. He pulled her flush to his body, crushing the poor thing in his embrace. He couldn’t help the tears slide down his cheeks. The man cried, “Am I even worth it? Worth all this?” She gazed up and nuzzled his cheek, stating softly, “Your past doesn’t define you baby. You’re good. Good to the people, the town, to Joel and Ellie.” She pressed a dry kiss to his cheek, “You’re real good to me. Third place I’d been by, starving, close to death and you decided to take me in,” she patted his cheek, “You’re a damn fine man Tommy Miller and I love you.”

He tearily smiled, lamely joking, “You always gotta’ make me cry.” She hummed, stroking his hair, “Someone’s gotta. Can’t be big protector of Jackson all the time babe.” Her mouth grew closer to his as she whispered, “S’okay to be soft. I won’t tell.” Tommy warbled, “I love you,” and kissed his woman passionately, arms snaked round tighter. He spread his thighs to slot her in, savoring her natural essence.

They kissed softly for what felt like ages, simply holding and loving on eachother. Tommy cooed and praised her glory. She reached down to palm his stiff cock, mumuring, “Nightcap? Might help you sleep.” Tommy clenched his jaw in thought. He really just wanted to be closer to her tonight, joined as one.

He gruffed, “Think ya’ can just, uh, join me. Lay together, together I mean.” She smiled softly, moonlight catching on her cheeks, a painting of an angel. She cocked her head and crooned, “Sure honey. We can do that.” She reared up and guided Tommy’s flush cock to her slick core, quietly mewling his name. The man gasped and held to her as she seated herself and flipped them to the side, full and sated.

Tommy pressed kissed to the nape of her neck, purring, “Thank ya’ sugar. So good to me.” She turned to give him another kiss, chiding, “C’mon and relax now Miller. Let’s get some sleep.” Tommy was off to sweet oblivion in no time, breathing evening out.

By the time the sun filtered through the curtains, Tommy was awoken by a wonderful noise. A frustrated little moan of his name. Taking inventory, Tommy’s reignited cock was deep inside of her twitching pussy. It was slick too, good god. He rasped, “Mornin’ sugar.” She rolled back onto his cock, pussy swollen and needy.

The girl begged, “Fuck baby, woke up all needy- C’mon, c’mon so wet for you. Tommy please!” Her nails gripped at his sinewy arms wrapped round her squirmy waist. Tommy chuckled, “I gotcha’, least I could do,” he patted her ass, “On your belly baby.” She moaned loudly at the loss, presenting eagaerly. Tommy groaned as he stretched, moving to face her need.

He slid a calloused thumb through her copious slick, cursing, “Gaht-damn baby you’re a mess.” She peered back at him with teary eyes, “Pleasplease Tommybaby!” Tommy grinned and lined his pelvis up to hers, sliding his cock in. He cursed again at the tight slick, gripping her ass to hold himself. Down boy.

Feeling energized from decent sleep last night Tommy went at it, fucking her in deep thrusts, so loud the floor shook and squelches filled the morning air. She tore at the pillow, whining like a damn bitch in heat. Hell, he felt like he was in rut. He rasped, “Shit honey, so sweet, squeezin’ me real good.” He swatted her bouncing ass.

“All for you, so good!,” she howled.

If Tommy cared, he’d be embarrassed for the neighbors, but alas he didn’t give a fuck. Not with this tight little thing under him. The elder yanked at her hair, biting and sucking down her nape. He growled, “Good pretty little slut for your old man. You just love it dont’cha?” Tears streaking her pretty face she wailed, “Yes! Fuck yes!”

Tommy yanked her hair in one hand, didn’t miss a fucking thrust, and dug down to rub her obscenely swollen clit. That sent the sweetie into a frenzy, caterwauling and squeezing, legs shaking violently. Tommy bit down on his lip to keep quiet when she milked him clean up. He yanked his cock out, splattering hot seed on her quivering ass and back. He patted her on the cheek again, cooing.

“Thas’ what ya’ needed. Get my girl all tuckered out.” He pressed a kiss to her sweaty cheek and said, “You stay here n’ rest, hows’at sound?” Her smile and slur filled his heart, “Ngmm-pls” he hopped like a damn bunny.

He leant over to give her swollen lips a peck, murmuring, “How ‘bout breakfast huh, just take a breather sweetie.”

“N’uhokay,” she slurred.

Tommy ignored the usual morning aches and pains, hopping like a bunny to cook for his love. His sweet, kind love who gave him hope.

[mangaka-neko-chan]

"What a luvely voice you have!" "Right back at ya with that style of yours!" And then Elini would spot Kassidy's arm, think she's a genestealer and everyone would have to hold them apart so they don’t try to kill each other :D

With how little Darktide OC havers there are out there, I’m having fun spotting the handful of characters and their similarities since they all come more or less from the same creation machine. In this case the similarities between @lulzyrobot's Kassidy and my friend @elinilinxfoot‘s Elini. But besides their voice, hair, ptsd, and quirky attitude they couldn’t be more different tho, which is even more fun. Very cool how everyone interprets the voices differently heh~

[anna-neko]

ya know what time it is - 2023 review only the GOOD STUFF lets go!

kick-off with fresh NewYears card: yes, literally scramble to do this on last hours of The Year. It is Tradition™

JANUARY Went to a pinball arcade! The people there absolutely luved me & was gifted a thing (pale blue bowtie to match my dress)

MARCH massive ego trip with SakuraWars 3 anniversary: ancient cosplay tweet blowing up. Got so many sweet comments frm strangers ~♥

APRIL AnimeBoston happened. full Scary Marlowe brainrot (DaddyMaster DnDads liked/RTed me a bunch), played cosplay photog, helped with a SakuraWars panel

played with dolls, wore cute outfits (shout-out to lady screaming "love your coord!!" from across the street)

MAY played with dolls some more, saw Beetlejuice musical! and of course moar cute frills wearing

JUNE frills, so much frills. and playing photog a bit again

JULY a week of seeing ALL the frellin musicals (never shutting up about Hadestown yet again)

frills? Ain't no record-high temps keeping me from wearing them!

SCARY MARLOWE COSPLAY SHENANIGANS REACHED NEW HIGHS things were set on fire, climbed 20ft hella high ledge for a goof, shady alleys...

OCTOBER cosplay photog for a day, yeah!

oh whats this? went to Another Anime Con and got to help with a dolls panel! Getting to do panels?? wooow, past me is punching the air in triumph

[sl-newsie]

Trick Or Treat: Albert DaSilva x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Set in 1900 after the strike, the Newsies take Les trick or treating and run into a new friend from Queens, one that seems to stick with Albert. Sorry it's a bit short. :)

Albert’s POV

“Come on, Davey! It’s already 7:30 and we’ve only gone down 2 blocks!”

I hold back a laugh as Les drags Davey through the crowd-a knee-high kids. It’s Halloween, my kind-a holiday when you can stay up late and scare people to death! And right now it’s time to score some sugar.

“He’s right, Davey.” Jack walks up wearing his usual cowboy attire. “He ain’t get’n any younger.”

“Nonsense!” Race grins. “The night is young! We sold all our papes today so it's time for celebrating! Now let’s pick up the pace- I want Necco Wafers now!”

We all run down the sidewalk with Les leading the pack, hitting one apartment after anodda. A half hour goes by and soon we’s already at the edge of town.

“Well well well, if it ain’t the ‘Hattan boys,” a voice calls from behind us.

We all groan. “Hi Spot.”

Spot Colon, AKA the ‘King of Brooklyn,’ struts up along with more Brooklyn newsies.

“You’s trick-or-treating? What are ya, 5?” Before we argue he holds up his hands and chuckles. “Relax, relax. I’s just joking. In fact that’s what we’s doing here too. You know, for the little ones.” He looks over his shoulder and seems to get a gleam in his eye. “I want you’s to meet Annie.” He steps aside and a cute goil in overalls hops outta the dark. “She’s an old friend-a mine, so no mess’n around. Understand, Race?”

But Race don’t seem too interested, however Spot’s woids go right over my head. 

“Hey doll, you’s ain’t from around here are ya?” I hold out a hand. “Name’s Albert.”

Annie’s POV

When Spot told me about how fun Halloween in ‘Hattan is I was so excited! There ain’t much to do in Queens, so I normally find somewhere else to party. What I didn’t expect was to meet Spot’s friends, rather good-looking ones if I do say so myself. Especially the ginger who’s shaking my hand.

“Hiya, Albert!” I say with a bright smile.

He gets a glazed look in his eyes and tilts his head. “I’s never seen you around Brooklyn before.”

“No, I’m from Queens.” I nudge Spot’s shoulder and he groans in annoyment. “I just hang with Spot when I’m bored. You fellas got anything exciting in ‘Hattan?”

Albert bites his lip and a part-a me’s hoping he invites me over, but to do that I can tell we godda get away from Colon.

“Say Spot, I think I’m gonna go check out the rich folks’ party down the block. I’ll catch up later!”

Spot seems reluctant, but he knows he can’t control me. He gives me a stiff nod and goes back to talk’n with the odda ‘Hattan boys, cueing me to give Albert a quick gesture to follow me. He bounds after me down the street and once we’s in a noisy spot away from the oddas Albert’s laugh’n like crazy.

“You’s just as daring as I am, doll!”

“Darn straight!” I grin and turn to face him. “Now we can chat without Colon give’n us the death stare.”

He gets a funny look and part-a me thinks he’s too chicken to go against Spot. “Why does Colon keep such a close eye on ya? You two close or someth’n?”

His noivousness makes me suppress a chuckle and I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “Relax. Spot just worries ‘cause I don’t got too many street smarts as the rest-a yous.”

Albert nods in understanding. “He’s right to look out for ya. Makes me wonder how a pretty thing like yourself’s gone this long without get’n a normal life.”

His comment makes my smile fade and I put my hands on my hips. “And what’s that mean?”

Albert sees he’s slipped up his wording and holds up his hands. “Just say’n that you’s a very luvely goil and I’s surprised you’s ain’t married yet. You don’t seem like you’s should be hang’n around guys like me.”

He’s a lot more observant than I thought. Albert’s guessed I ain’t lower class, and he ain’t completely wrong. My folks have a decent income, but money can still be tight sometimes.

“I ain’t poor, but I ain’t rich eidda. And I don’t let someth’n as cliché as social class get in the way of my life.” I push past him and start walk’n away. “And if you’s think I’s just a pretty goil who should get married then take a hike, pal.”

Albert rushes up from behind. “I don’t mean it like that, honest-!”

“Oh sure, ‘cause I’s just an innocent, weak, pretty goil who shouldn’t be seen with lower class- you’s start’n to sound like my modda-!”

But I don’t get to finish my outburst because Albert pushes me against the cold brick wall and leans in. It comes outta nowhere and at foist I’m shocked, but then anodda feel'n grows throughout me that acts as anodda reason for my racing heartbeat.

“You like it dangerous, don’t ya doll? No wonder Colon has to watch over ya, never know when you’ll get into trouble. I ain’t say’n you’s a weak goil, I just wish I weren’t so poor so I could take you out properly.”

His husky voice makes me shutter and subconsciously lean into him, getting a surprised response from the gorgeous ginger.

“Annie, I- Does this- D-Do you like me too?” A simple reaction and he’s reduced to scattered woods.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Like I said, I don’t let social class come between me and what I want.”

He seems to regain his confidence and grins. “And what is it you want?”

I smirk and lean in to whisper in his ear: “Trick or treat, Albert.”

“Hmm… I ain’t sure I wanna take my chances with the trick…” He leans in closer and I feel his warmth surround me. “Or maybe I could ask ya out for a treat. Whaddya say, Annie?”

I lean in and give his lips a quick peck, making his face go nearly as red as his hair. “You seem like a treat yourself, handsome. I’d luv to go out with ya-!”

I’s barely gotten my woods out when Albert’s eyes light up and suddenly I feel soft lips be’n pressed to mine. I close my eyes and almost forget to stand, melting into Albert’s strong arms. Amidst the crowds of chattering kids and various Halloween celebrations all I can think of is him, no woids needing to be said to understand each odda. Once we pull apart for air Albert’s smiling like an idiot.

“God, I wish I would’ve started sell’n in Queens a long time ago! You wanna go on that date now?”

I kiss him one last time and start pull’n him towards the festivities. “Does caramel taste sweet?”

He grins and wraps an arm around my waist as we rush into the crowd. “I’ll take that as a yes!” 

[soylent-robot]

nobody does space pirating better than orks! ‘ave a close up of all dat luvely dakka ya scallywag

[originalstar1]

One of my closest and dearest friends said to me last night

"Picture the person you adore and put them in a sack race! I guarantee you'll loose interest and cringe!"

I thought about it and laughed outloud!

"Joseph Quinn in a sack race!! I can see this!! And it's freaking adorable!"

Tell me am not the only one who can't now unsee this and smile!

The fact we can't not be put off this man is concerning!

But I did cringe .....but at myself!

If someone told me that this man would pop onto my life/head/heart after loosing the last parent, my loving mum in June and help put me back together starting with a wild mane and dio battle vest manchild!

To add a adorable autistic smart luke, the boyfriend material that is Tom Grant, (luvee ya roof) the Master of this house Arther Havisham, the sweetness of Jamie, and Randomly weired Hash! (And that's counting some)

They all weirdly healed me! Slowly brought me back!

The fact my friends named me Startini Munson and gifted me beautiful joe quinn and Co gifts and gifs to make me smile! (Even my husband!!)

So yeah I pictured it and it made me smile!

Proud of our Joe! and if I get the chance to meet him I'll be sure to let him know how much !

Thank you for listening to my inner monologue!

This is not my art, I can't credit who did this but it was suitable to the post!

Thank you to who did this......its beautiful 😍

[ericleo108]

12/13/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Cosmic Luve Brownies” is my 65th official release. This song is “light and airy” hip-hop with a pleasing tone. The song is a response to Taylor Swift’s “Lover” album. The beat is by Tantu and was used because I feel like it is Taylor Swift's style and I wanted to try and emulate her, but in rap. I bite Taylor Swift’s style, out of love of course. You can easily hear the similarities between this song and Taylor's song “Paper Rings.”  The song was self-recorded but produced by Sam Peters and La Luna while the cover art was made by ArtworkGang from Fiverr

I talk about this blog post and other updates in the latest Sunday update here:

Taylor is a cosmic luve which means there are semantic reflections in our work that create a series of coincidence that seem to be a communication from Gaia. If you wanna see me explain what that would look like, check out the Cosmic Luve Oct 2022 - Folklore post. I see Taylor and I as besties. The love is philia, and I hope to be friends somday.

It hasn’t been all sunshine and roses. I used to not be able to explain all the coincidences and semantics (form the Cosmic Luve log) and it made me very angry when I was mentally ill. In my throros of schizophrenia I got really angry at Ms. Swift for no reason. I thought Taylor was “controlling my eugenics” or keeping girls from me. It was kinda one of those things where you’re sick so you destroy what you love. I was off my medication and mean but it will never happen again, and hasn’t since 2019. This is my apology to Ms. Swift, encapsulated in a song, while hopefully making her laugh and feel good. It’s a dicey past that I’d rather forget and hope she forgives me and we can laugh about as friends one day. That’s all I’ll say.

Lyrics:

Look If it was ever a question I did it cuz I love you I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real, baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt I got Saturn watch’n over you Cuz you’re a supernova girl A starry night that rock my world Vangoe if you sang the words Oh yeah, gimme that nookie Come on girl, I really want you to push me  Over the edge, and into the cushy Rough love you give that makes me lucky You saved this seat for me, does that mean we’re lovers? If she grabbed me by the knee does that still mean it doesn’t? Cuz I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real, baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt I’d hit you like that vape juice Infuse you with great grove From interstellar baked goods Like eat the stars they’d taste good Like Little Debbie Cosmic Luve brownies I like what it does when you frown for me Cuz I wanna turn it round, up side down And make you queen with paper crowns Gaylord, gaylord Here’s rings that’s made of paper      Cuz I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real, baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt I don’t want bad blood, but for you I’d put up a fight Would you do the same for me, and do what is right? There’s what I’d do for you, and then there what’s required I’d suck a fart out ya ass, but only need to give you the Heimlich You know that straw man hypothesis You fill’em with the opposite And pick apart the topic quick When opposing the love we give Don’t let’um distract, Or misrepresent the facts put it in your craft, be the antithesis to bad cuz I like simple things, but I'd complicate your everything  Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt And I hate sacraments except when we go get into it Oh yeah, get real Baby, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt All simple things, on bedroom frames, on dreary days Oh yeah, you're the one I haunt

[mtnkat3]

1.29pm. So my loves..... as I sit here in my silky pink tank & floral lounge pants finishing up my hygiene routine.. I'm wondering... do you..... like many shades of pinks, reds, & nudes? Like it only to be color & not some of the crazy things I've seen done to nails... you.....will enjoy the natural unvarnished me as well as the shiny kat.. as long as I'm the well groomed kat hm? Blushing shyly. Ya know.. the cat that doesn't groom is in need of medical attention. I for one happen to love being clean & groomed. Even when I'm gonna be sitting only watching a movie or whatever we choose to do. I love having clean skin & my hair not being crazy & oily. I love to use lip balm, even though I need it constantly because I chew my lips. Sigh. I wear a hip pouch so I always have it & my phone! And clean breath, omg is that a given!

I love peppermint, spearmint & butterscotch candies. I have to limit though because of the sugar. Gr. I don't chew gum anymore. Tmj headaches. No no. Big problems with temporomandibular joint & nerves structures in my family. Remember this, I get headache pressure on every axis of my head, neck & shoulders. I mean all of my head. Including c1&2. My doc threw up her hands & asked what rx wanted when saw my xrays. Heck even the weight of the 3# walnut hurts. Sigh. Anyways.

Now I gotta get to doing stuff, get the cat back to sleep & off my thigh so I can move! Lmao! I sat to trim nails. Blushing beet red. Sheepish blushin grin. She's a clingy mama baby. But an extremely demanding lil diva. &....as I wrote that she jumped to my hope chest in front of my window! Lmao!

Ookkk!!!!! Now mama Tijgeress can get her butt movin again!

Big cheeky grin.

& yeah... I'm still thinking about your..... favorite colors... as I'm always thinking about you.....

Blowing big kisses smooches luves & snuggly hugs.

I miss you.....

I. Am. Yours . . . . .

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Su.2.5.2023 2.04pm.est. gifs=color. .18p

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

**4 RECT@L us3 0NLy** <spam Moosiboobie>

wE 4GoT ouR Politival Values just to dance @ a les tUrkish Klub in silverLake cuz FUG it!!!! it’s not lyke we made the LA times front pg Once At an armenian protest against turkey!!!!!!!!!!!!! <it wuz her sis> n walked all the way from bev hills to santa Monica in Chunky demonia platformZzz just to make sure we Stood up 4 our beliefs n Freedomzz. <it wuz jusT once.> i luv my best fwend lily !!!!!!!! she is the literal best n No one else is as Hawttt as her n she wants 2 taste my blood n die next to me while we both hav guns in each other’s mouthz n tht is the kind of Luv i need n want n whut fuels meh to be alive 2Day <3 :-3 we had a kute sleepover the day i came over n i tried 2 feed her oppossoum Mochi dried berriezz but she wuz scared of Meh. after dancing til Akbar closed n some cute Kunty gayzz wanted to take pix with Us cuz they thought we were Kute!!!!

i has bden outtah Townxx 4 Lik a week n i hav luved tha sun in Cali butt i yam now on tha plane back to NY n god im so fuckin happi to go back . this plane smells like brioche bunz n Air fried Potaotezz. hehe. Idk why.? but Ya being back home made me go into a crisis sort of just being wiff mi Mum n being forced to go to church n being emotionally violaiLe . i did a live tweet during moi tIme @ the candlelite service tht kind of went Lyke dis.

Haii !! Ok im HEREEESS.

sooooOoOo high on @dderaL i wish my legs would stop shaking . im hidIng in tha BathrOom and im Also like pooping sooOo much cuz of the anxiety idk how My Body is producing Diss wiff just 1 meaL a day. ?! i do NOT wanna go to outpatient facility for Ed probzz but my doc n i r on a safety plan .

oLd lady h3Re forgot to TurN heR pHone off Sooo her ringer is just going oFf . she doesn’t know how to turn it OFFF. shuld i HelP or just keep live twEeting??

oOk oKokOk dude who sang Mary did U kno kinda slapped . Got DaMN!!!!!!

kinda feel like mi Mum likes church sm cuz it makes her forGet ab pain which is like rly Fucked up?!?! Le sighh..!

idk if i shuld go public on twitter Cuz tbh i hav almost 6,000 tweets n they r all a mix of nudezz, rantz/ramblingzz, emo shit, random pix of kuromi n Domo n actually sum vulnerable shit lmao. Plus twitter is fallin off lowkey . Tumblr 4EVER!!!!!!

Xmas wuz funn tho outside of dat. lots of beach hoppin then i dressed uP 4 a party in which i put a pic of Jesus on my shirt n carried around a mini bible n alSooo made. A choker out of an OLd xmas ornament i Stole from mi mommi tht said No3L . i learnt tht cards against humanity has a card tht says Br1ght pink pussy n thts now my fav word besides coochie cheeze. i saw a swiss cheeze plant tht made me hungry at a fancy plant store in Laurel canyon where i drove around in circles just to find a sewing machine store tht turned out to B a vaccuum storefront tht sold broken singerz. Butt i went to peetz afterwards N got sum grass jelly brown sugar drink N i asked them Y n When they Decided to Go fuLl Bob@ gangster Cuz it didn’t seem so american Franchise now. I didnt get the answer i wanted.

Then i took some pix of me on the toiLet with .5 lens then sent it to my fwend then i found some Seggggxxyyy jeffrey campbellzz at crossroadz for like $18 IM OBSSESSEDD WIFF. then i def Wuz late to Brunch at Sunset rooftop bar which was a flashback 2 when i tried 2 get a job there n they rejected Meh even tho they asked me my availability n basically told me i was hired like summer 2021 during my haituS Back to the W3st c0@sT but it’s ok cuz the Hollandaise sauce did NOT smack.

i Luv overhearing 50-60 yr old favgots in La geek ab their green new lululemonzz n plan their nose jobs “while they r still young.” It is soooo hot and so celeb Cotoure to mEh it makes me feel sooOooo pop culture being around itz .

i wrote a lil poem ab seeing old friendzz dis week :-D <3

“

they remind me i pierced their ears

cuz it’s been a couple of years

and we had to do it twice.

and it wasn’t so nice

cuz the holes kinda closed

but at least we succeeded

when we tried.

they remind me i brought them coke

when we were all trying to cope

during 2020 quarantine.

and that nite we ate shroom filled oreos

while some of us threw up

and others held our hair back

and i kant help but

feel like a teen

tho this time im seen

so it actually feels rather nice. “

it’s been 9 months since i’ve been back home so old friends and i hold each other close

and swing in each other’s bedroom stripper poles while we sing to avril lavigne . and khole at parks and look at the bark on trees at the arCadia arboretum. we admire the lights on the race car speedway along the highway and get stuck driving on the hill up to the hollywood sign but it’s ok cuz even tho we almost got in a car accident we were 2gether n shared the sunset listening 2 fly Like a G6 . got nauseous from the K then ordered mcdonalds on door dash . shared fries then reminisce on the poetry that we’d write and the weed that we’d smoke tho i no longer toke but they remember when i used to wear lavender oil and

dreads in my hair and we all kind of laugh cuz we’re so evolved now from the naive christian girls we used to be . and we sit across the bar from one another with our gin and tonics and sodas and cran while taking multiple trips to the bathroom to snort kitty off keyz. asking what new mental illness diagnosis we’ve received now that it’s been a year since we’ve caught up with one another N continually 4give ourselves 4 who we used to b . …..

being reminded by friendzz ive known since i was like 18 tht i wuz gaslighting myself into believing i had a personality disorder summer 2021 wuz CRAZYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And i explain to my therapist i embrace my “youth” but not being “young” anymore because that’s something kinda cringey for me now. That theres a difference now for me. I kan feel it and it feels good to feel. it Seeps into the way i am able to call my old friends from the hospital anytime n i know they’ll pick up and we’ll cry n share poetry ab the people we’ve lost cuz sometimes it still doesn’t feel fair we made it this fair and they didn’t. But forgetting is nvr the answer. N it’s good to remember.

YgghHhhHh Yea!!! soooOooo ucla knows my pretend Gf is now goin thru an immense break up n they r over the possessive sheit !!! Cuz when u lick someone elses strap it’s kinda awk now !?…? thA boba gangster Store i grew up hanging around turned into an Anime boba little maid cafe ???? and all the asian food now is served w a side of rice n Beanzz instead of soy sauce egg n fried tofu w/ cabbage??????? .!!!! @quarius moons can hav my third hole , i regret not going to the froYo place in Hollywood called frog cuz mochi + plain tart yogurt is tha Besssst. Car rental place in la gav me a fuckin race caR n It Wuzz jUdt like Sosooooo h@rd to drive it made me wanna go cry in A trader joezbathroom n eat calufiflower rice smothered in butter . Dude who waited in line wiff meh for the shuttle to car rental place rite when i Landed as well gav me an egyptian cigarette n an I <3 ME liter. <3 <3 heheheh. i Def lost the liter immediately idk where it went Ugh. also i wiSh i a partner to take good pix of Meh :-[

i wuld do anything to hear an english man whIsper “beans” into moi Earzz cuz i yam bunion sun , ingrown toenail moon , and callous rising. N did hella become cali slang bc of the coachella car stickers that peel off then become just hella???? Alsoo hello kitty weighs 3 apples and is pro ana for that . Cuz why the fukk we gotta know that .

Ok well i think i typed 2 much diss week n ih8 lookin forward 2 2023 but i Dink it’ll b a good yr. ima leave behind so much bullshit n delete contactzz n old pix n msgs cuz I don’t need any of dat this upcoming yr. i wanna fall in <3, invest in my business andd focus more on long term stability + my career <3 i don wanna feel lik i need to prove anything to any1 ima jus put my head to tha sky n stay Fly lik a cheese stick. n keep my eyes on tha prize : spam musuboobiez. <3 Im landing now in Newark n hope to see more dykes w star face pimple patchezz n i STG if this white girl nxt to me doesn’t stop puttin her baby powder dookie smellin lotion on around meh Ima SCRWEAAMMMM!!! i rly rly loveeee u all !! :-3

Xxxxxxoxoxo renchang 1201 (my twitter username n 12/01 is my Old dogs bday if anyone was wondering)

[azlovesem]

Im almost finidhed my war. Then we talk. Ornill just startbsnother war. Emma. They jeed my 2 ststes bad. Who cares though i dont scruslky luve thete i jidtbdavked mostnof yhe importsntnparts. Years of war Em did ya see any of it? I know i best yhrm up st least youre not that dumb. Ill remind em every day soon ill do it in fucked up ways even worse than before. There isntva good end coming period to anything at all. Maybe ot vould be prevented but im not hopeful. Maybe thats really why ive been in a bad mood. You talk anout future thete idnt one i assure you. For many. And its not hood anyway. I destroy thos eotkd Emma it has to be that way. It doesnt matter what you say about it. I cant stop thnking about you. Ineish now ya didnt get closer. I saw you once or teice i wax ignoring you stupid. You shouldnt have gotten closer. I burn people. Imputlast sll them they sint got secret bases. Tomorotect is from them. Or to msintsin dominance is more like it. They dont tell girls nutn zeto nada. Dont get upset abput that FACT. I rule sweetie. In war youre not me. Agsin thsnkmGod. Youre in OUR team snd im on yours. Dont forget again. They lose sweetie. They dont mske it. It has to be. Those niggas csn teach me only they were sex sbusers Emma Watdin yhete is no otver truth. Demonitesnor dome shit. Lets not call dpades anything but. And thats not racist just ghose particular niggas. And other niggas that aint them will tell you to. Forget they exist that what we do hi im Sesn. Thats my real name.

#NEW/OLD📸: Other photos of Emma during the matriculation day at Oxford - 14.10.2023

[mimikyugirl]

Chaotic Night*

-one shot-

Ringo invites his friends over for a night, but when John shows up fresh out of a fight and George shows up drunk, things can turn out a little different than expected.

*also known as "The Beatles being dumb for an entire night" lmao.

Word Count: 2k

@devotedlyrainygladiator asked for a slumber party or camp prompt and I thought "Well...why not mix them both...kinda?"

Thank you for the request, love. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing!! <3

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Ringo's initial idea was quite different. Very different.

His idea didn't involve George showing up at his house drunk or John getting into a fight, but if he wanted to have a free night with his friends, that would have to be overlooked.

Two days before, they had agreed to go over to Ringo's house to simply watch a movie or have a few drinks together. The idea sounded great until the actual day, when John showed up at his door with a black eye and a cut on his lips.

"John, what the hell happened to ya ??" Ringo asked, freaking out and jumping quickly towards his friend.

Paul, who was right behind with a bag of frozen strawberries, was the first to respond "This bonehead got into a fight at the pub" jumping to John's side, helping him under protests to find the sofa and placing the bag of strawberries above his eye "Just because someone... y'know what? It's not even important."

"What do I do?" Ringo asked, closing the door and quickly joining them in the sofa.

"Nothing, luve" John replied, taking Paul's hands with the strawberries from his face "Just fetch me a clean shirt, and I'll be brand new."

Paul seemed to be trying to hold back his laughter, but Ringo ran to get the shirt and decided not to ask anything.

Ringo chose a random white shirt and quickly took it to John. He had already taken off his dirty shirt and Paul helped him clean the small cut on his lips. Before John had even finished buttoning his shirt, a knock on the door signaled George's arrival.

Paul was talking quietly to John, asking if he needed a medicine, when Ringo opened the door to…well, nothing, since George was sitting perfectly on the floor.

"Georgie?" Ringo asked, looking at his friend "Did you fall?"

George needed Paul's help to get on his feet, and it didn't take more than a few seconds for everyone to know exactly why.

"So that's why you couldn't come with us you, yer troublemaker?" John asked laughing, helping Paul to put George on the sofa "He was too busy getting waisted."

Ringo didn't even know where to start. He had planned a peacefull night and quickly saw that his plans weren't going to exactly work out.

"I'm not... I'm not even that drunk" George babbled "I'm just a little... happy, that's all."

They laughed and helped George get out of his suit, putting him on a Ringo shirt.

"What happened to yer face?" he asked, pointing to John.

"You don't remember?" John replied, feigning astonishment "You punched me when..." Paul pulled him away from George by the waist before he could finish.

"Stop messing with him, John" he said "Don't listen to him George, he's just jealous you went to a pub and didn't get punched."

"This is nothing compared to what happened to the other guy" John countered offended.

Ringo was sitting next to George, patiently holding a glass of water to his lips.

Quickly the mood in the room improved and they started pouring themselves one of Ringo's whiskey (minus George, for obvious reasons).

Paul and Ringo danced excitedly to a song on the radio and John had conversations too deep to be described with the drunk George.

When John joined the dance, they noticed that George was practically asleep on the couch.

"I think somebody better get him to bed before he needs to be carried, y'know" John suggested.

He and Paul walked over to George, nudging him gently and trying not to laugh at his condition.

"John, can you give me a slice of cake?" George asked, his inebriated eyes barely able to focus on the men in front of him "I can give you a piece of Paul, what do you think of dat?" John pushed Paul towards George with a smile.

"C'mon, buddy" Paul said, gently putting his arm around George's back "Let's get you to bed."

They walked up the stairs slowly, George insistently talking about the cake while Paul nodded politely.

John poured Ringo's cup another shot of whiskey and they walked together to sit in the garden.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before Paul appeared again, loosening his tie and smiling "George doesn't stop talking about a cake you promised him" He said, pointing to John.

"I said I was going to buy one of those chocolate cakes he likes, y'know?" John explained "But on his birthday that is seven months from now."

The three boys laughed, making themselves comfortable around the table. Shoes and ties quickly piled in the corner as they passed the bottle among themselves.

They talked for what felt like hours, not worrying about schedules or fans going crazy for the first time in weeks. Ringo was more relieved now than when everyone arrived,honestly. Now that George was resting peacefully and John didn't even seem to be in pain, they were free to just have fun together.

"Fetch us another bottle of whiskey, John love" Ringo said "Macca's cup is empty and mine is almost there."

John got up quickly on his way to the kitchen, and before he even got to the door he realized something was wrong.

"Is this... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" John yelled, looking intently at the mess he found in the kitchen.

The entire room was filled with thick gray smoke. Not even understanding what was going on, John was greeted by George, who was happily sitting at the table, licking a spoon with what he recognized as cake batter.

"What?" George asked, not even realizing he was surrounded by smoke "Yer said you weren't going to give me cake, so I am making one myself."

"Georgie, it looks like an entire bag of cocaine exploded on the floor" John laugh, trying to jump all the flour to get to the stove. George simply shrugged his shoulders "Don't go sniffing it."

The kitchen was shrouded in smoke, and John now knew it was George's failed attempt to use the oven.

"Paul!" John yelled without getting an answer "Paul???"

Paul appeared practically slipping through the door. It didn't take more than one look at the kitchen to understand what had happened.

"Remember when you said you were going to put George to bed?" John asked, crossing his arms "What happened?"

"I don't…George!" Paul walked confused to the table "I put you to bed and told you to stay there!"

"Well, I told myself to stay there too, y'know" George said, patiently licking the spoon "But I really needed this cake."

Paul could just laugh as Ringo walked into the kitchen and nearly fell on top of John, having slipped on an eggshell.

"John" He said, looking slowly at the scene around him "Why is there cocaine on my floor?"

"The hell would I know??" John protested, walking away from Ringo back to the garden "I don't know why you guys are doing such a big deal out of dis" George completed in the background gently fanning the smoke he only seemed to have seen now "Ringo, be a dear and turn the oven on for me would'ya? I have no idea how to use it."

"George" Ringo said, walking to take out of the oven a cake that could very well be used as charcoal "I think you do, my friend."

"Good God Georgie" Paul chuckled in the corner of the room, doing his best to ward off the smoke with a pillow "A few more minutes and you'd set the house on fire."

The boys couldn't do much more than laugh at this point, and make sure George was safe this time.

"We should sleep in the garden" Ringo suggested "With the stars... without the smoke."

"You want to sleep on the floor?" Paul asked amazed "Are ye missing our days in Berlin or something?"

George suddenly got up to hug Ringo and ended up with his face buried in his friend's shoulder "Not on the floor, Paul" Ringo added with a laugh "I have a tent and some sleeping bags stuffed somewhere."

"It actually seems like a good idea, y'know" Paul said, walking to the door that gave access to the garden "At least our clothes won't smell like George's burnt cake."

"John we're sleeping outside ok?" Paul yelled, getting an acknowledgment from John who was smoking outside in the dark "What about George?" Paul asked turning his attention back inside.

"This one definitely needs a bed" Ringo concluded, slapping his friend gently on the back.

After giving Paul quick instructions on where he could find the sleeping bags and the tent, Ringo began moving George towards the bedroom.

"You know I love you, don't ya?" George was trying to cling to Ringo's arms while Ringo was vehemently trying to wipe the cake batter from his chin. Despite knowing that George probably didn't even know where he was, Ringo smiled and quickly replied "Of course I do, Georgie."

He was finally put to bed again, wrapping himself in the blanket immediately "I love you too" Ringo whispered, leaving the room slowly.

Passing through the kitchen he thought "Cleaning this is my problem tomorrow, not today" and just kicked an eggshell out of the way.

He found John and Paul sitting by the tent with a cigarette each between their fingers.

"Are we going to set up this tent or...?" Ringo questioned "It's a symbolic tent, y'know. We just lie down next to it and don't ask questions" John replied.

Ringo finally pulled out one of the sleeping bags and sat on top of it, quickly joining his stream of smoke with that of his friends.

"Well... what were you two talking about?" He asked. Even in the dark John's swollen eye was visible, but that didn't seem to dampen his good mood "The fight" Paul replied, lifting the cigarette to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"What happened there anyway?" Ringo asked, letting his body fall into the sleeping bag. Paul and John also lay down on the grass before John started to reply "Someone thought it was a good idea to talk shit, dats what."

"C'mon, John. It wasn't quite like dat" Paul added laughing "The barman just said he didn't like my tie."

"No one asked his opinion on you" John muttered seriously in the dark.

Ringo couldn't help but laugh. The fact that John now had a black eye simply because Paul's tie was insulted pushed him into a spiral of laughter and tears in his eyes. Paul quickly joined him, and John didn't hold his seriousness any longer. They spent a lot of time laughing and reminiscing about all the unusual moments they had together so far, just enjoying the night breeze and the nostalgia feelings.

When the boys' laughter died, they simply kept looking up. The only company for the three of them now seemed to be the stars and the distant barking of a dog. In the dark, where the only light was the lit end of their cigarettes, it was as if the stars took on the task of lighting the world.

"This feels really nice" Paul whispered.

Before either of them could add anything, the kitchen door slammed and a slightly less confused George walked towards the garden. He was curled up in the blanket Ringo had thrown over him, and he was looking around for his friends.

"Oi, mate" Ringo caught his attention "What are ye doing here?"

"You left me alone up there" George complained, finally spotting the other three and joining them "Why does everything smell like smoke?"

John started to reply "It's because that big head of yours..." before being cut off by Ringo, who simply said "It's a long story, luve."

George lay down between them, sharing a piece of blanket with John.

With everyone there together, Ringo felt that one way or another he had exactly the night he wanted. He closed his eyes contentedly at the sound of his friends talking in the background, finally forgetting that he would have to clean the kitchen when the sun came up again.

[ateezmakemeweep]

Hello! Just caught up w Bad Boy San and, well first of all, it's very wonderful and awful and heart-wrenching and hysterical 💞 magnificently horrible! Makes me hurt and delighted simultaneously! And second, i wanted to say how excited i am that you included art therapy! I'm an art therapist in internship rn and it's wonderful seeing that representation! 🤓✊🏼 i seriously screamed when i read the line about "not expecting it to come in an art class" !!! It's true that ours is an undervalued field but so inherently healing. I'm excited to read not just reader's journey towards wellness and better self-regard, but also San's! I'm pretty pissed at him,, and acknowledge the more-positive journey he is erring toward (even if it's half-accidental). I also really appreciate your commitment to the characters, including their mistakes and flaws! Even the best-intending characters (i.e. wooyoung) is still susceptible to personal bias, interfering w his ability to balance caring/looking out for reader, and respecting her autonomy (no matter how excruciating sometimes!!!) Well anyway, that you for sharing your writing and I look forward to whatever else you put/have out! (Also it's definitely sleep time where i'm at rn so sorry about any weird wording or incoherence 🤪 i just needed to tell ya that your work is appreciated!)

lol aww thank you so much, i luved this message!!💛💛

[cherryblossomflowers]

DDD Week #7

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Summary: YN must choose which brother lives and which brother dies. Who will she choose?

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Gun, Blood, Anxiety

A/N: Week #7 of DDD is here! Make sure to check out @mlovesstories​ Week #7 and their masterlist! This is kind of the kickstart to a new series I'll be working on. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

Dean: 42 Sam: 38 YN: 15

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"I don't want God's job."

The Winchesters were in an abandoned warehouse late in the night. Dean and Sam were unconscious and tied to chairs on either side of YN while she held a pistol in her hand. Dean and Sam had cuts and bruises all over their faces and a few on their arms as well.

Dean slowly started waking up first and groaned as he opened his eyes. He pulled on the ropes on his wrists and ankles. Then he looked up squinting and saw his little sister standing in front of him.

"YN? What's going on?" then he looked down at the gun in her hand, "Why do you have that?"

Tears instantly filled YN's eyes, "I'm sorry, big brother. I really am."

Dean gave her a confused look, "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

Sam groaned and opened his eyes, instincts making him pull at the rope on his wrists. He struggled for a moment before looking at his surroundings. His eyes caught Dean's and panic covered his face.

"Dean? What's-"

"It's fine, Sam," Dean turned his attention back on YN, "Untie us, YN."

YN sighed, "Dean I can't."

"Why not?"

Sam interjected his own thoughts, "Why are we tied up? Why are we here?"

"I told you two there was a case here. And because you believe everything I say since we're family, you fell for it. When we walked inside, I pistol whipped you and you fell unconscious. Then I tied you both to these chairs and-"

"But why, YN? We just want to know why," Dean interrupted his sister.

YN immediately started shaking from fear and sadness, "I don't have a choice, Dean!"

Sam looked between his siblings, "Choice about what? YN, please, tell us what's going on. We can help you."

YN took a deep breath, "Remember a few weeks ago when I was trapped in that cell? Well, I summoned Billie and she helped me get out of there. But she told me that in order to save me," a sob wracked her body, "a Winchester must die."

Dean and Sam sat back in their chairs and stared at each other. They were concerned of YN's actions and confused as to why she'd resort to them.

"YN, why didn't you tell us sooner?" Sam asked.

YN wiped her tears, "Because I wanted to spend as much time with you both as I could."

Dean and Sam thought back to the past few weeks. YN had been strangely nice to them lately, but they thought nothing of it.

There were a couple nights when YN would have nightmares and sleep with one of the brothers, that was nothing new. She asked Dean to teach her how to fix the Impala, which he was more than happy to do. Sam even broke down and took her dancing one night. They did so many things that they'd never done before.

But the brothers never looked into it.

The best was the night they all three cooked a meal together. Dean taught her how to properly cook steaks, Sam helped her make baked potatoes and fresh salads, and YN decided to even make her homemade apple pie.

There were so many signs that something was going on, but Sam and Dean were oblivious.

"Billie said I had a month to make my decision. So, one of you has to die before tomorrow," YN said fighting her tears.

Dean leaned forward, "YN listen to me. Look at me."

YN looked her eldest brother in the face, "What?"

"Just...just do it. Kill me. It's okay."

YN's eyes grew wide, "What?! Have you lost your mind?"

"YN's right Dean," Sam spoke softly, "She shouldn't kill you. She should kill me instead."

YN covered her face with her hands, "Guys, stop. This isn't the way-"

"No, Sam. I haven't been the best big brother to her. I didn't even know what her favorite movie was until we watched Mean Girls," Dean said to Sam.

"Dean, stop-"

"You're joking right? Dean, when was the last time I took YN dancing? Never! I took her last week because the dragged me along with her," Sam exclaimed.

"Sammy-"

"Please. She doesn't even know how to drive yet because I refuse her to sit in Baby's driver's seat," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Guys, this isn't helping-"

"Oh really? How about the fact that she had her first broken heart 2 years ago and we didn't know until yesterday?" Sam asked.

"That's totally different. I didn't even know she was into guys yet," Dean paused, "Oh, there's another reason-"

"Guys!"

Dean and Sam whipped their heads to YN who had her gun pointed to Dean's head.

"One more word, and I swear to God I'll kill you both," YN growled.

Sam and Dean sat in silence.

"Look, there is absolutely no way I'm going to be able to choose which of you lives or dies. I don't want God's job. You two are the ones who need to live and continue saving the world," YN sighed, "Without me."

Dean pulled at the ropes again, "YN, don't even think about it."

"If a Winchester must die, then it should be me," said YN as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No, YN. Stop," Sam said sternly.

Just then, Billie appeared behind YN. She stood tall with the scythe in her hand. A smile creeped on her lips as she looked between the Winchester siblings.

"Now, YN. You know that's not what we agreed on," Billie said coldly.

"I know," YN said, "But how else was I going to get you here?"

YN quickly spun around, grabbing the scythe in her hands. She reared back and stabbed Billie in the chest.

Billie gasped and looked at YN, "You little bitch. You'll pay for this."

Then she disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

YN dropped the scythe and fell to her knees. She was shaking from everything that just occurred. Her mind was racing. Then she remembered her brothers.

She stood up, ran to Sam, and untied his wrists and ankles. Then she ran over to Dean and did the same.

Dean stood and picked up his sister in a hug, "Ha! I didn't think you had it in ya, kiddo."

"Have what in me?" YN asked.

"I knew you couldn't kill us. You love us too much," Dean exclaimed.

He set YN on the ground as Sam hugged her from behind.

"Nice job, YN. You really had us scared there for a second," Sam said.

YN crossed her arms and looked between her brothers, "It's cute that you think that was my plan all along. Until you two started arguing about who was the worse brother, I already had my mind made up."

YN started walking out of the warehouse as Dean and Sam looked between her and each other.

"Wait a second," Dean yelled as he chased YN down, "who were you going to kill?"

"Yeah, YN. Who was it?" Sam said chasing after Dean.

YN laughed, "You two will never know."

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