#i thanked them but as soon as they left i started crying and i randomly burst into tears every now and then

[nandermoenthusiast]

Its finally my birthday and im still covid positive 🎉🎉🎉

[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember Me? (Part six)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: yeah, i like this one very much 😏 there is no rhys in this part, but he will make an appearance in the next one, and will make y'all hate rhysie for sure 😏😌

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At some point, the two of them had moved to the couch. she was practically sitting in his lap as she let her tears wet his shirt.

The room was silent except for the sound of Y/n's sobs and Eris's soft voice murmuring assurances in her ear.

He stroked her back, randomly running his fingers through her hair, and that made her cry harder, curling her fingers tighter in his shirt.

Y/n had lost track of time, so immersed in emptying her tears onto Eris's tunic. It could have been mere moments since Rhys had left, could have been hours. She didn't know, for with her face burried in his chest, all she could see was how stupid she'd been.

How stupid to let that manipulative bastard, brain conquering scoundrel into her home again.

She hadn't realised it then, but now she knew that he had somehow slipped into her mind, dominated her sane thoughts, and had been about to force her to let him back in.

She felt sick to her stomach, knowing what could have happened if Eris hadn't arrived on time.

Finally, Y/n decided to stop trying to drown Eris's shirt in her tears and pulled away, blinking up at him. He smiled softly, pushing away the hair from her face.

The smile on his face was unlike any of his other smiles. It was gentle and looked loving, but there was an edge to it, like a predator pretending to be the prey's friend.

"What time is it? How long till sunset?" She mumbled, straightening as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

He said nothing for a moment, simply studying her. "A few hours at best. We should start packing if we have any hope of getting Fin and you out of here."

Y/n blinked. "You- you were serious when you said you wanted us to come to autumn?"

He gave her a look as he stood, stretching before he began to look around. "Of course I was. Now, where do we start?"

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There was not a lot to pack. After Y/n had moved here, she hadn't unpacked all of her stuff because she'd been tired. And the day she was going to do it, Rhys had found out about Fin, and since then Y/n had been on edge and hadn't unpacked much in case she had to leave within a moment's notice.

Everything that Y/n owned was packed and winnowed away, thanks to Eris.

Now as Y/n stood studying this empty space, two parts within her clashed.

One wanted to be sad, wanted to think she'd miss this place. The other couldn't wait to get out.

As she was busy surveying the place to make sure she had packed everything, she felt, more than heard, Eris come up behind her.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

His voice was feather soft as it brushed across the nape of her neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He was practically a furnace as he stood behind her, warming every part of her body.

She had to stop a shiver from crawling down her spine.

She turned her head to look at him to find him barely away from her, standing so close they were sharing breath. Her eyes widened to find him closer than she expected, but he seemed unfazed.

His gaze travelled from her eyes to her mouth and back again. His eyes seemed to hold something that she couldn't decipher, nor did she want to because her brain was currently malfunctioning.

There were no thoughts in her head, and all she could think about was how beautiful the male in front of her was. How his eyes were one of the most beautiful ones she'd ever seen. How his hair was same colour of Fin's favourite stuffed toy.

What? Stuffed toy?

Y/n had no idea where that thought came from, but she didn't care.

His breath washed over her lips, and she leaned her head back to get a good look at him.

There was no sound other than their breathing. She didn't want to break the silence, but she had to. Thankfully, Eris beat her to it.

"Y/n..." If she hadn't been straining her ears, she wouldn't have bee able to her what he was saying, his voice was so low.

It didn't help that she could hear her own heartbeat as well as his. Her heart was speeding so much she felt like it would burst out of her chest any moment now.

By the look on his face, he felt the same.

"Eris..."

"Yes?" He mumbled, his eyes focused on her lips. She decided to ignore that and the warmth spreading through her face.

"We need to wake Fin."

He blinked, seeming to process her words before his eyes cleared of the haze that had set in.

He blinked a couple of times before he mumble an oh.

He met her eyes, his cheeks turning a beautiful and endearing shade of red as he nodded, taking a step back. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but her as she turned to him fully.

She felt bad for putting him in such an awkward situation, so she opened her mouth to speak, but he didn't give her the chance. He swiftly turned on his heel and headed off towards where Fin was sleeping.

Y/n followed a little behind Eris, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

What the hell is going on?

The day was going in a way that she hadn't expected, and she didn't know what to make of it.

By the time Y/n reached the room Fin was in, she found Eris leaned over her son, mumbling something. Fin squirmed for a moment, blinking his eyes open. He smiled sleepily at Eris as the redhead ran his fingers through the boy's hair.

Fin sat up, crawling onto Eris's lap as the two of them conversed in hushed tones.

Y/n was about to ask what they were talking about when Fin looked at her. He smiled wide. "Hello mommy."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at her son, her world.

Her hardships didn't feel that great when she knew it was all for her baby. It all felt worth it.

She walked to him, pecking his forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

Fin nodded happily, then glanced at Eris. The redhead gave him an encouraging smile, and Fin turned back to Y/n.

Y/n was immediately suspicious. "What are you up to now?"

Fin giggled. "Daddy told me we were going with him to his home-" What? Who? "and I wanted to go have ice cream before we left. He agreed."

Y/n's eyes flew to Eris's, who stared at Fin with wide eyes, all traces of his previous smile gone.

There is so much wrong in that sentence.

Eris's eyes lifted to Y/n's, and there was so much emotion in his eyes it took Y/n a moment to decipher it all.

Happiness warred with panic, love sparred with fear. Excitement, surprise and pure satisfaction were sat back, watching the show.

It took her another moment to realise that the fear and panic had a place in those beautiful russet orbs because he thought she would not be happy.

He... he was not scared of Fin calling him daddy. He was happy about it.

Fin climbed to his feet on the bed, clinging to Y/n, trying to convince her to let him get some ice cream, but Y/n couldn't hear him over the roaring in her head as she continued to stare at the High lord of Autumn court.

"He had promised that he will get me an ice cream before we came home, but I fell asleep. Can we please get an ice cream before we leave mommy? Please?"

Y/n swallowed, finally turning to Fin as Eris stood. "O-okay."

Fin squealed happily, hopping off the bed and running out the door, not waiting to see if Y/n or Eris followed.

"Y/n I- I swear I didn't tell him to call me that-"

Y/n turned away, ignoring his attempts to get her attention.

Her heart yearned to turn back to him, listen to what he had to say, but se did not have the energy for anymore drama. Not today.

Not when all going through her head was that word Fin had uttered.

The word he'd never had the chance to say before.

Daddy.

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Part 7

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[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter thirty four

close to home | chapter thirty four

plot: the reader and her group meet a friend, and arrive at Alexandria

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,484 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You slept like you never slept before. You didn’t care if Daryl was mad at you; you didn’t care about what happened. You laid down next to him and slept. When you woke up the following day, he was still there. But it was time to get the barn in order, and you begrudgingly moved to help Carol get your supplies sorted. 

It was quiet while everyone worked, and you enjoyed it. You kept glancing over at Daryl while he cleaned his bow, and every now and then, his eyes met yours. You weren’t entirely sure, but you felt he was coming around. Maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship after all. 

“Hey…” You heard Maggie say. You hadn’t seen her this morning yet. “Everyone… this is Aaron.” 

You grabbed your gun, quickly clicking off the safety and pointing it towards the stranger beside your cousin. You walked forward slowly and took your place beside Rick and Michonne while Daryl went to look outside. 

“We met him outside. He’s by himself.” Maggie said. “We took his weapons, and we took his gear.”

“Hi,” Aaron said. 

Just then, Judith started crying, and Carl took the baby. 

You watched the stranger as Rick talked with the stranger. Your gun was still raised. It was automatic. You were always by Rick’s side for moments like this. He trusted you with his life, with his children’s lives, and it was something you didn’t take likely. You were his cover, and if this stranger made one wrong move, you’d kill him. But Daryl was closer and might beat you to it. 

When Aaron started talking about his community, you felt the tension in the room. The idea of a community was appealing to you. It was something you’ve been dreaming about since the prison fell. But this was too weird. This didn’t feel right. 

You looked over Rick’s shoulder as he looked through the pictures. But you couldn’t tell if they were legit. He looked clean-cut like he was held up somewhere good. But it was weird. 

Rick seemed to think so, too, because soon Aaron was on the ground, and you, Daryl, and Maggie worked at securing the stranger. Rick had everyone else go on watch. 

You stood by Daryl as the man woke up, and the conversation continued. You learned he was with another person, and the storm separated them. You were doubtful, but Michonne voiced her hopefulness. When she volunteered to check it out, you stepped forward and were about to volunteer, but Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you backward. He shook his head no when you looked at him. 

You rolled your eyes and looked away, listening as Rick randomly picked a few people to go with Michonne. Before long, they set out to look, and you went to stand watch outside. 

An hour later, you were all back in the barn. Aaron’s story checked out, and you listened as the group tried to make a decision. 

“We need this,” Michonne said, “So we’re going, all of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently.” 

“I don’ know, man. This barn smells like horseshit.” Daryl said. 

Rick looked at you, “(Y/N)?”

You glanced at Michonne and Daryl before nodding. “I’m with them.”

Rick nodded slowly. “We’re going.”

***

You left at sundown, precisely as Rick wanted. You’d eaten a decent amount of the food from the RV and were feeling good. Abraham was driving the RV with Rosita up front, and the rest of the group was scattered among the RV. 

Rick, Michonne, Glenn, and Aaron were leading the group in a different car, and you were relaxing on the soft cushion of the table. Tara sat across from Maggie, and Carl was next to you. Tora was somewhere sleeping, and for once, you felt at peace. 

A deck of cards was spread out, and you carefully hid your cards against your chest. 

“(Y/N), got any fives?” Carl asked you, trying to peek at your cards. 

“No, go fish,” You nudged him away. 

You glanced at Maggie and saw a small smile on her face. Ever since the news of the community, she seemed better. And you made her play, and you could tell she was enjoying herself. 

“Oh, shit!”

Everyone turned to look ahead, where a small herd of walkers had spread out on the road. Rick’s car was driving right through them. The RV halted to a stop. 

“We can’t go through up.”

“Let’s double-check,” You said, “Try to get ahead of them on the other road and meet at that intersection.” 

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The rest of the night proved eventful. After doubling back, Abraham spotted a flare. But it wasn’t your people. It was one of Aaron’s, and he was injured. You and Daryl made the call to bring him on the RV, and he ended up telling you about a safe house. 

You, Daryl, Rosita, and Carol cleared it, but Abraham stood watch. After clearing it, you helped the stranger get comfortable and then had the rest of the group wait in the other room. With Daryl on watch outside, you sat with the stranger and checked over his injury. 

“How’d that happen?” You asked.

“Oh, it was a tire.”

You nodded and pulled up his pant leg, looking at the bruises. He winced with every touch. “The bruising suggests it’s broken. I can wrap it and set it if you have anything.” You said. 

He nodded towards his bag, and you grabbed it, finding a medkit. As you got to work, you looked back up at him. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Eric, thank you, by the way.”

You nodded and looked over your work once it was done. “We took Aaron’s supplies. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He shook his head, but you could tell he was lying. “I’ll get you something.”

It only took you a few seconds to grab him some water and canned stew. You gave them to him and told him to holler if he needed anything. Then you checked on everyone else and went to find Daryl. 

He was pacing in the dark alley outside, and the warm air hugged you as you stepped outside. He looked at you for a second, nodded, and then continued to pace. 

“I’m sure they’re okay,” You said.

“I know.”

You sighed and crossed your arms. “Can we talk?”

Daryl paused at your words and turned back to look at you. “‘Bout what?”

You swallowed and took a few steps toward him. “About the kiss. About yesterday.”

“Don’ need to. I get it.”

“No Daryl, you don’t… I wanted…” You couldn’t find the right words to say. You didn’t want to throw him your heart and have him reject you. You didn’t need any more heartache. 

Daryl sighed loudly and shook his head. “I get it. You thought you was dyin’, I was there.”

You immediately shook your head and stepped towards him, trying to find the words to explain how that wasn’t true when you heard Rick’s signal whistle. You turned towards the end of the alley and watched a few figures appear, and Daryl whistled back. 

You sighed, thankful that the rest of your group turned up unharmed but stressed after your conversation with Daryl. You knew this was going to be a long night.

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Despite the pictures, Alexandria wasn’t precisely what you expected. It looked so cookie-cutter from the outside. Even standing at the gate, everything looked like it was out of a photograph or a movie. The grass looked trimmed, and the houses were huge. Without the huge walls surrounding you, you would’ve thought you stepped into a time machine. 

You were all to be interviewed first by the group leader, Deanna. Rick was the first to go, and you all were instructed to wait. You thought this was a colossal waste of time and were irritated while waiting. You felt incredibly unsafe and were itching for the gun you’d given up. At least you had your machete. 

Rick’s interview didn’t take that long, and then Michonne was called, and then you. Deanna’s house was clean and orderly. It looked like how you used to keep house. And you felt like you didn’t belong. You were covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you. Rick and Michonne told me a lot about you. I hear that you are one of Rick’s right-hand men. Well, woman. And you come with a cat. Please, sit.” She said with a smile. “Do you mind if I tape this?”

Her words were so abnormal. They reminded you of a past so far away you barely remembered it. But you sat in the chair anyway and looked at the older woman. 

“How did you end up with Rick?”

You glanced around at all the books in the room, and Tora walked around the room suspiciously. “I, uh, Daryl actually found me. It was just me and Tora, the cat. He brought me back. Maggie’s my cousin. We reunited that way.” 

Deanna smiled, “That must’ve been quite the miracle. How long ago was that?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. Early spring of this year? How do you have all this?”

The community leader explained to you what this place was, how it got here, and how it was still standing. You thought it was all bullshit, and they had luck dripping out of their asses. 

“What did you do before?”

You glanced at her. “I was a dog trainer.” 

She laughed, “Well, we only have one dog here, and she’s well-trained.” You tried to force yourself to smile out of politeness, but you couldn’t get it. “What is your role in the group?”

“I went on runs; I hunted with Daryl. I don’t know. I did whatever Rick needed me to do.”

“That’s very respectable, (Y/N). I like you. You call it how you see it. I like that in a person. I’m very excited to get to know you, and I hope we can talk more later.”

You took that as a cue that the interview was over and stood. She escorted you out, and Aaron was waiting for you. “I took Rick and Carl down to the houses you’re all given. I can show you the way.” He smiled at you. 

You glanced back at Daryl, who was next on the list. He started shaking his head, and you knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to stay here. But you shook your head and looked back at Aaron. “Okay.”

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Rick was standing in the kitchen of one of the nicest houses you’ve ever seen. Tora trotted alongside you, immediately going to investigate the area. 

“How was your interview?” Rick asked. 

“I didn’t tell them I have medical experience,” You said, looking around the room. “I wanna wait. Figure them out.”

Rick nodded, "I’ll tell the others.”

“This place is nicer than my old condo.”

“It’s nicer than my old house. Come look at this.”

You laughed as you walked over to Rick and watched him turn the sink on. Your eyes widened, and your mouth parted. You looked at Rick in disbelief, and he laughed. He grabbed a glass and filled it, then handed it to you. 

“Did we die last night?” You asked, looking at the mircle in your hand. “There’s no way this is real.” You greedily drank the entire glass, and then pushed Rick aside to have another. 

“The cabinets are stocked with a few things. Deanna didn’t tell me about how the place rations.” Rick said. 

As you drank, you looked through the cabinets. They were full of such ordinary things. Plates, bowls, glasses, cookware, salad bowls, mixing bowls, measuring cups, and tupperware. Everything looked brand new. There were some canned goods in one of the cabinets. You were amazed at what you saw. 

“How is this place real?” You muttered to yourself after finishing a second glass of water. “Where’s Carl?”

“He’s looking at the rest of the house.” Rick nodded towards the stairs. 

You set the glass down and headed towards the stairs, still in complete disbelief. 

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After you took inventory of the upstairs with Carl, you both decided it was time to shower. He took the bathroom off the second floor while you took the grand bedrooms. You found some fresh clothes that looked like they'd fit and spent forty-five minutes under boiling water, scrubbing down your body. 

You used every soap that was in there. Washing your hair four times and your body five. You used a razor to shave your underarms and legs. Then you rewashed your body. After, you wrapped yourself up in fluffy towels and grabbed one of the toothbrushes that you’d found in the bathroom drawers. 

A knock on the door sounded, and you opened it to find Michonne. “I heard there were showers.” 

You laughed as you brushed and moved aside. “It was amazing.” You tried to say through all the toothpaste. 

Michonne didn’t hesitate to strip and get in the shower--it’s not like nudity amongst the women in the group was rare. Especially when it came time to wash up in creaks, which you hadn’t done in what felt like years. 

“I forgot to get clothes,” Michonne nearly moaned from inside the shower. You laughed after rinsing your mouth. 

“I’ll get you some. There was a bunch.”

You heard many voices and knew most of the interviews were probably done by now. Your group was exploring the house, and you realized you’d stepped into the hallway closet in your towel. 

Maggie passed by you with Glenn, and she asked about the showers. You told her where the bathrooms were as you dug through the old boxes of clothes to find something for Michonne. 

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to look at Daryl, whose eyes raked over your body. You felt heat burn at your cheeks as you finally grabbed something for her. 

“I know, you’ve never seen me so clean before,” You joked before walking away. 

After giving Michonne her clothes, you quickly got dressed. Your hair was still very damp when you saw Rick checking outside the house. You slipped into your boots and walked out to meet him. Both Daryl and Carol were there. You ignored the blush on your cheeks when Daryl met your eyes. 

“They’re right next to each other, but…” Carol said. 

You crossed your arms and looked at Rick. He’d shaved his beard and looked years younger. 

“They took our weapons and are splitting us up,” Rick said. 

“Yup,” Daryl said. 

“We’ll all be staying in the same house tonight."

[crimson0lake]

BSD characters as parents

Summary: losing their child in a mall

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, going missing in a mall (is it considered as a warning or not? Idk so I'm going to put it here still)

A.n: requests are now open! Also don't forget to follow up if you are interested in the fanfics I'm making!

Characters: Ranpo, Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Kouyou

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Kunikida Doppo

It's a mystery how his child manages to go missing while he was there tbh

Mostly calm, calls the security and informs them about the situation.

He is a teacher so he most likely dealt with children getting lost random places during school trips before so not freaking out too much

Probably start to get nervous after an hour later

When his child is found and taken back to him, he scolds his child and thanks the security

His scolds aren't too scary but they are visibly spoken with care and worry.

Would be proud of if his child also acts calm like him like father like child-

Ranpo Edogawa

There's two options, one he knew his child left him to look for something/chase something and kinda let them go to see their reactions; or he joined his child while chasing something

He always has an eye on his child even when he is extremely busy due to some inner fear of losing his child but makes sure to hide it successfully

Knows where his child directly is, so he doesn't have any worries

Would start to get worried after half an hour of his child's absence and would simply get bored and find his child

This doesn't happen often cause probably his child is the one who follows their father everywhere, especially in the subway.

Dazai Osamu

Like Ranpo actually, knows where his child is so doesn't panic but still put a dramatic act when his child finds their way back to him

Doesn't let his chief get lost, mostly watches them afar to see his child's reaction and waits for them to find him.

He randomly disappears to see his child's reaction, so his child mostly get used to it by now

He would go to their side if they start to cry or someone he don't trust is watching/near/ in the same place as them

He is chill about it, even though he sometimes gets worried deep inside when his child disappears in the crowd but manages to spot them soon

Ozaki Kouyou

Panicked.

Looks around for her child, sends her men to find her child in a instant

She is scared to lose another person she loved actually, so she would freak out inside

When her child d back in her arms, she would pull them into a tight hug as taking deep breaths to calm herself

Afterwards, she scolds her child before teaching them to not let go of her hand in public.

She was low-key scared and panicked, and won't leave her child's side for next 2-3 weeks

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Another how

Probably didn't even realise it till 5 minutes later

Thought his child was kidnapped for a second before pushing that scenario back of his head and calling the security to find his child.

Still, the thought would be in his mind alongside with like 50+ scenarios.

He lets out a relief sigh when his child is found and taken back to him

Hug his child close and tight for a while to calm himself while murmuring small scolds to his child like "don't do this again" "didn't I tell you to don't let go of my hand?" "You scared me there, kid"

Thank the security before leaving, he lost interest in what he was going to do in the mall by now

Many scolds afterwards, man felt himself having a heart attack when his child was lost so not again.

[illiicits]

A year and a half

Hi everyone! This is my first cod work. I’ve played the game for years mostly multiplayer but I’ve always held the call of duty games close to my heart. I just found the tumblr side of cod and can I just say these works are 🥵 and very well written. So if you write thank you so much for giving me entertainment. Secondly, this is not proof read and the idea came randomly. I may make some more parts depending on if you guys like it. I’m thinking different months and some other issues thrown in with the Y/N life. The original story was going to be just college Y/N having to wait 6 months for ghost to come back and during the time he’s gone she starts classes back up. There would be a guy who crushes massively on Y/n and he’s always breaking boundaries. (No cheating, cause ew but I love civie Y/N trope). Let me know if you guys would want more.

Warnings: mention of sexual acts (nothing graphic i don’t think, kind of sad vibes, nicknames (babygirl, princess and love), idk any other warnings lol.

Word count: 1758 (something like that).

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The first day:

The light filtered through the closed curtains around the edges. It was barely noticeable but it definitely was there. You turned your head to look at the clock on your nightstand reading 5am. With a small sigh you turned to look up at the ceiling staring at it.

Closing your eyes and focusing on remembering the weight and warmth of the body lying next to you. Embedding the feeling and weight of the tattooed arm laying across your bare stomach. Your pointer finger lightly tracing the tattoo.

A soft deep groan escaped from Ghost, his arm laying across your body tightened around your bare torso, pulling you closer to his body.

You’ve been with the man for awhile now, but somehow knowing he’s stark bare and his legs are tangled with yours has a warmth heating your face and down your neck.

You knew he left love marks all over your body. You could feel them pushing in your skin as a reminder of yesterday.

Last night was different than the other times. He had been different. He was desperate and angry that he was leaving you so soon after he just got back months ago.

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He had stormed his way into the front door of your shared home. He was grumbling to himself looking through the house to find you. It didn’t take him long for him to find you snuggled into a blanket on the couch watching some tv show he no doubt will have to listen to you talk about over and over again when something exciting happened, not that Ghost minded, he loved seeing you happy and excited about something.

You startled when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. Ghost is always so quiet on his feet, moving in complete silence even when he’s home.

“You scared the shit out of me baby” you said giggling at yourself. “I’m sorry my love.” Ghost replied pulling the blanket away from your body as he went to sit down on the couch next to you. He tugged your wrist lightly guiding you to sit on his lap. “I’m so sorry my love” Ghost started his voice deep and sad. “I tried everything to get out of it but they need me. The team needs me.” Ghost said softly moving a fallen hair back behind your ear.

Your stomach sank at his words and you stared at your hands that sat in your lap. “How long is it for this time?” You asked softly, holding back the lump in your throat. “Yo-you just got back though, can’t they send any other team?” You questioned Ghost stuttering a little, finally looking at his face. “About a year they are guessing but could be more”. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a little squeeze. “I don’t want you to go… I- I don’t want- please don’t go.” You started crying, choking on the words. You pleaded with him not to go. You just got him back from the last mission.

How can you do a whole year? You missed him desperately already.

“I know baby girl, I know… shhh. It’s alright you’ll be okay I promise.” Ghost tried soothing you with hushes and kisses. He held you as you cried into his arms. He hates seeing you like this. “We won’t be able to talk at all during this mission. They strictly are cutting all outside communications. No cellphones, no computers, mail, emails or anything of the sort”. You sobbed harder little hiccups leaving your lips. Ghost stared at your wet cheeks and puffy red eyes. He leaned down and kissed each eye and then your nose. “I’m sorry my beloved.”

“We won’t be able to talk about anything for a whole year?” You cried out, the reality of what it would be like without talking to him for a year… how would it affect your relationship?

Ghost and you sat on the couch for a while cuddling and watching your tv show.

Before bed the energy had shifted. You had showered and came out in one of Ghosts black shirts, the fabric ended mid thigh. You had gotten in bed and his arms instantly wrapped around you pulling your body nice and close to his. He kissed you sweetly, innocently until he got bored of it and decided to escalate the situation. He had pulled you on top of his lap kissing you deeply and rubbing his hands all over your body.

That night ghost and you made love over and over again. Sweet and slow, fast, deep and desperate. He left love marks and bruises all over your body. Something about this time was different, the sex the night before, the way Ghost carried himself, the way he talked about the mission information, at least what he could tell you. Not being able to text, call or mail him anything hurt. That was what was different. Not texting or anything at all was different. He always made a little time to talk and text at least once a week.

<————————————————————>

You sigh as he finally woke up and kiss your cheek, staring into your eyes after. He watched as your beautiful bright eyes filled with sadness and tears. The morning had dragged on as you watched from the warmth of the bed.

Your eyes followed his movements as he threw on his boxers, followed by his black cargo pants with more pockets than he actually probably needs. Eyes lingered on his hands as he looped his belt and buckled it, the loud noise sounded deafening in the quiet of the room. He threw on a long black sleeve shirt. His dog tags hung around his neck.

Ghost could feel you watching his every movement. His heart is heavy at the inevitable time where you both go to base and you say goodbye to him for the next year or more.

He hated it.

At some point his packing was done and you found yourself behind the wheel of his car. One hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his hand in a death grip. You pulled up to the base gates watching as men in gear holding guns walked around your car, one with a dog. You handed over the id and information Ghost had handed you to the gentleman. They all stood a little straighter when the guy checking the information boomed out some information. The gate had opened in front of your car, you grabbed the information saying a small quick thank you to the man, driving off and into the direction Ghost told you.

You parked and tears filled your eyes a little, but you will yourself not to cry. Trying to hold back the lump threatening to spill out from your closed lips. Ghost jumped out of the car coming around to your side and opened the door for you. He took your hand in his lacing your fingers together. As he opened the back door, grabbing his duffel bags and throwing them over his shoulder.

He looked down at you, squeezing your hand in his once, twice, three times. A silent but meaningful message to you- I love you. You squeezed his hand back tighter, one, two, three, four; four times. A silent I love you too. You walked hand in hand into the building, dreading the moment where you can no longer pass through.

Loud laughter and booming voices filled the room. Men all dressed similar to your boyfriend stood in a group all with luggage and gear of their own. You don’t remember what any of Ghost’s squad members had said to you. Their voices went in one ear and out the other, your ears were ringing loud. Heat filling your face as it reddens and tears wet your cheek.

The time had come for them to leave.

With a heavy sigh leaving Ghost lips, he turned to look at you, grabbing your forearms and pulling you tightly into an embrace as you let out a quiet sob.

Ghost held you in his embrace squeezing you tightly as his one hand cupped the back of your head and ran his rough fingers over your soft hair. Ghost lifted the mask to uncover his lips. He rests his cheek against the top of your head every so often to kiss it. “You’ll be alright, love” Ghost whispered to you. “And- and I’ll be fine too. I promise I’ll be- I’ll be safe” he promised. “As safe as I can be princess.”

His promises didn’t ease the pain and worry that was already starting to fill your head. You pulled back and looked up into his eyes. His eyes normally masked with light emotions that for strangers would be there and then gone in a flash, but with you, you could read his eyes something that bothered Ghost sometimes. Eyes locked on eyes; you stared into them, Watching the small amount of water that made his eyes glossy pool in the corner but he didn’t dare let them fall.

He was sad and he was sorry.

You knew he was, but none of the words he whispers to you and no matter how many promises he makes, nothing will change the feeling sinking into the depths of your mind, heart and stomach. You appreciated the effort though. Giving Ghost a soft smile and getting on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“I love you.” Ghost whispered against your lips while his arms wrap around your waist pulling you up off the ground and squeezing you to him.

“I love you too.” You whispered back tears falling down your cheeks making your kiss salty.

“Let’s go, Ghost!” Price yelled from down the hall. “Give her a kiss and hug from the squad too.” He yelled down the hall; Hollers and whistles followed after the 141 cheering at prices words.

Chuckling Ghost let you back on your feet, slipping his body away and grabbing his bags he discarded on the floor.

One quick kiss to your lips and cheek.

“I’ll be back in a year, love.” Ghost spoke softly, a promise lingering in the tone of his voice. “Be good, and stay safe princess.”

A smile broke through your grim expression.

“I will.” You promised.

“You better come home to me Simon Riley.” You told me.

“Always.” He replied with a wink; then he turned, tugging his bags on his shoulder and walked down the hallway towards his squad mates.

That was the start of a year and a half with out him.

[willtheweaver]

Echoing voice tag

Thanks for the tag @agirlandherquill this looks like a fun one

Rules: count the number of main characters in your WIP, then use a random number generator to find a page, pick a number, and rewrite it from the voice of one of your other characters-repeat this for the number of characters you have.

Let’s see… I have 7 named characters that I would consider the ‘main cast’ of A Feather in the Forest. So be it.

Randomly generated page: 60

Line: The youngsters were sitting close to the fireplace. Fen stepped close and tapped Ivy on the shoulder.

“Hey, I need to tell you all something.”

Rewrite: The fire felt good. The last few nights were each progressively colder. Ivy sat closest to the hearth. She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw Fen, looking all serious.

“Hey, I need to tell you all something.” His voice sounded serious.

Randomly generated page: 1

Line: The two made a thorough sweep, searching for any sign of what happened… Volt was poking at still smoldering piles of debris with his bow. He had finished searching the eastern side when Sorrel called out from the opposite end.

Rewrite: The two decided to split up and search opposite ends of the camp. Volt rushed to the eastern end. Sorrel the west. Most of what she could find were ash and unrecognizable heaps of rubble. But one lean-to was mostly intact, even though it had collapsed. Sorrel lifted a beam, and found something underneath. Something out of the ordinary. She needed to get Volt’s attention.

Randomly generated page: 36

Line- Fen excused himself and went away from the camp…He was so deep in thought that he almost didn’t hear Ivy’s footsteps.

“Ah! Wait a moment—I don’t have anything on!”

Rewrite- Fen had gone off to get some fresh air. It had been a while since he left, so Ivy decided to go looking for him. She tread lightly, but apparently she made enough noise to be heard for Fen’s voice came suddenly from one of the bushes.

Randomly generated page: 10

Line- “Now that’s a low blow!” Playa objected. She was sensitive on the matter, but she had known Fen long enough to know that he was only trading and would go no further.

Rewrite- Coming from anyone else, those words would have really stung. But she [Playa] knew Fen for almost all her life. It was only a playful tease. And so she replied simply with “Now that’s a low blow!”

Randomly generated page: 43

Line- The two were so deep in conversation that it took them a moment to realize that there was someone else beside the oxbow.

Rewrite- Reed laughed. He was enjoying the conversation with Dirge. They were so engrossed in it that when they arrived at the oxbow that it took them a moment to realize that an unfamiliar bird was standing next to it.

Randomly generated page: 60

Line- As they marched along the road, Leif let out a blast from his horn. The foxes on the wall heard it and replied. As soon as they saw the returning party, they opened the southern gate.

Rewrite- The sound of a horn caught the guards by surprise. A patrol was not scheduled to return to the village. And yet it was as clear as day.

“Hunting party returning!” Came the cry from one of the towers. The guard on the gate then reached for his horn and blew a reply. He and his companion then went and raised the gate.

Randomly generated page: 23

Line: All the while, his [Fen] thoughts turned to Playa back at the village. Fen couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing at the moment.

Probably still sleeping, he thought. It’s still early.

Rewrite: Playa was up unusually early. Her thoughts right now were the same one she had all evening: Fen.

He’s more than likely awake right about now, she thought. Leif always insists on the new hunters getting an early start. Don’t know how well that is working out for Fen. Hope he hasn’t become too sleep deprived.

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@aintgonnatakethis @bloodmoonloveletter and open tag

[ruvviks]

Okay so I love zombie stuff, I love seeing how they affect the world and how people respond to them, and your premise sounds fascinating.

Did the government do much to try getting the zombies under control after the safe zones were made, or did they think that would be good enough? How much of the population was left after the initial outbreak and how is that affecting things in the current setting?

I have more I could ask but I'll save it for later 🤣 also if these are things talked about in the story feel free to keep your answer here vague

HIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS <33 most of it is indeed gonna be mentioned in the book as well as the story unfolds but since it will be very long until i actually finish anything i'll go over most of it here, keeping only a few things vague for bigger plot twists but also i try to not use shock value in this story so you can probably already figure out what's really going on but that just makes the story more fun >:^)

so as a bit of background information: the virus starts off as a virus that pretty easily spreads from human to human and then as soon as people start turning to zombies it basically turns into a different mutation that kills the host a LOT faster than the original strain does, the original strain is still out there during the initial outbreak which happens in europe but eventually fades out the more prominent the zombie version of the virus becomes because victims of the original strain end up getting bitten before the virus kills and turns them so they die before they can spread it. i hope that makes sense. i feel like it does

ANYWAY since it's a regular virus at first and just starts turning people at some point seemingly randomly (but in reality it's not as randomly as what humanity thinks), the first wave of zombies is HUGE in like. west/central europe. because everyone who's infected just becomes a zombie and especially in city areas they then turn 1-3 people before they get killed since these zombies are FAST especially in the early stages. it does take a while for it to spread beyond europe but generally speaking the initial outbreaks in countries cause a large chunk of mainly city populations to get wiped out pretty fast, which leaves most of specifically europe and city areas in asia in ruins. other continents have more time to prepare which causes the lethality rate to be a little less high but for some reason still not by much... INTERESTING...

so the initial outbreak is in europe and then starts spreading rapidly over land to other countries and then continents as well. it differs from country to country what kind of measures are taken to try and control it but for Some reason it seems like no matter what they do the virus just. keeps spreading... INTERESTING... it does take a good few years before it's spread all across the globe which is a fascinating phenomenon to think about. imagine having to continue your life as normal while there's ZOMBIES running around on another continent. i'd cry myself to sleep every night

the united states specifically uses an advisory body made of several external organizations (both irl and fictional, so for example the world health organization would be part of it but also just a bunch of fictional organizations that are kind of like that) which helps determining what the best course of action is. they came up with the blueprint for the network of safe zones and tunnels connecting them together and since the story takes place 30 years after the initial outbreak, other countries are now also using that strategy to at least get people to safer areas while they work on trying to manage the wasteland

one of the fictional organizations here is matrix corp, which started as an independent medical research organization back in the 1980s and has since then grown to hold the monopoly over most of the medical research of the western world. next to research they also focus on developing rapid research methods to speed up testing and trials for creating vaccines and such, which is why they end up gaining popularity so quickly over the years with all the diseases the world has to deal with leading up to the zombie apocalypse

in the story itself, matrix is still in charge of a lot of decisions in the world when it comes to "the safety of humanity" since governments have put so much of their trust in them already during other outbreaks, which were all controlled by matrix pretty easily. this arguably gives matrix more power in the world than the actual governments themselves have which is also an interesting dynamic and it's explored more in the story itself, especially with some very interesting things the main characters learn on their journey back to los angeles >:^)

as for the wasteland surrounding the safe zones, in the united states specifically there's not much being done about it surprisingly but at the same time it's not really clear for both the reader and the characters as to why. as also mentioned in the summary, while the main characters are traveling they learn that there is SO much more life left in the wasteland than what the government wants them to believe which adds to what i said earlier about the discoveries they make on their journey. there's many things going on that will change their view on their own "safe" lives within the walls of los angeles forever

[yourbestpalpercy]

Fuck it

Have some pure Operator and Tartar trivia because I randomly thought of a whole lot of trivia. + Some bonus Everest trivia because she’s my favorite.

To start this off, how about some Tartar trivia!

* When all of humanity went extinct, Tartar retreated into the professor’s lab and set up base before it went out and started collecting up every game, book, movie, every kind of media it possibly could find. He even pirate- bought every online game, book, and movie he could. They did avoid online and multiplayer only games for obvious reasons. And before anyone can ask the haha, funny, unhinged question; yes, Tartar did in fact break into houses and other living quarters to make sure it got everything it possibly could get to keep itself entertained for the isolation it had already predicted it would go through. When Tartar ran out of things to do (which took forever), he started making sequels and giving endings to things that were left on cliffhangers. No, this did not stop Tartar from going crazy in isolation, it only helped them ignore it.

* When Tartar did all of that, it started replaying them and fully completing them. Eventually, when there was nothing else to do, he started watching the world change around him.

* So basically, the Resurgence AU Tartar is a gamer.

*Seriously, they will ramble about the things they did during that isolation period if you ask about them.

* I think Tartar liked the Halo games, the Bioshock games, and a few others but it doesn’t like the lore of Bioshock 1 and 2 (It reminds Tartar of Alterna and the professor) but it adores Bioshock Infinite, the lore that it knows doesn’t remind it of its isolation.

* Off page, Everest did once come across the room that Tartar stayed in and got curious. She started going through everything and collected up the things she found interesting (Wings of Fire, Warriors, mostly just books really). One day, Tartar passed by her room and found her reading Wings of Fire (I like to believe that Everest is a huge fan of the series. She loves dragons! Notably though, her least favorite tribe is SeaWings) and had a jolt of shock go through him before asking her where she got the book. Everest admitted and Tartar explained before leaving her alone, absolutely ecstatic that Everest discovered one of the many things he had from the time of the old humans.

Operator time!

* After Tartar’s reset, while yes, Operator did keep a lot of information about humanity and also (albeit now hazy) memories about its isolation, a lot of the older information about humans was erased thanks to the reset.

* He remembers a lot of the games he played during that isolation and after the reset, Everest found herself back in that room when she discovered Bioshock. Operator remembers the game’s contents and refuses to let Everest play because it’s graphic. Everest came up with a plan and dug out a different game, pretending to have interest in it. Operator was skeptical but eventually helped Everest fix and get the console working. Everest played the game she claimed to be interested in for just an hour (Operator was watching her) before putting in Bioshock Infinite the second Operator stopped watching her. Eventually, Everest got to the point where everything goes downhill and she pauses the game immediately after the scene. Operator reenters the room to find Everest crying, curled up on the ground. It’s immediately clear to him that Everest is having a traumatic flashback to her times in the cult. Operator looked at the game (Bioshock Infinite) which gave him a huge clue on what was going on because he remembered the contents of Bioshock Infinite. Operator begins to comfort Everest and soon puts in a different game. Once Everest is snapped back to reality, Operator gets her to start playing a game they would both enjoy and it’s honestly just a sweet scene of Operator comforting Everest.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hello! What are your favorite getting-together/first kiss fics?

Honestly, this could go on for a while. So I’m going with first thing that comes to mind. There’s a lot of chaptered fics that include getting together/first kiss, but I’m just putting purely getting together/first kiss for brevity’s sakes. Other admins feel free to add!

A Dance With Death (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Dan is the God of Death, who helps people to the Underworld when they pass. One day, he randomly pops up at a masquerade ball for Prince Philip's coming of age ceremony. He doesn't know why he is there, but it's hard to focus on his job when the prince asks him to dance.

All Signs Point to Us (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: When the queen and king gives birth to Daniel, they soon learn that their son is deaf. In order to let Dan express his opinions to those who haven't learned sign language, they find him a translator who happens to be the son of the King’s advisor, Phil. Soon enough, Phil starts to realize thAt he fallen in love with the younger boy.

blanket of stars (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: “That’s all for now, thank you.”

“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

The whole script is so routine, Phil thinks his brain would short-circuit if either of them deviated from it. Dan walks away and Phil sinks lower in his seat, sighing into his blue drink.

“When are you gonna ask him out, man?” Martyn asks.

can't help the itch to touch- to kiss. (ao3) - thescienceofphan

Summary: Phil is Deaf and Dan sleeps around a lot. So when people see them together, they worry about Phil’s emotional well being and shame on Dan for preying on a deaf boy, but it’s not like that. Not at all.

(or an AU where deaf!phil and playboy!dan are best friends and people think they’re dating)

Graveyard (ao3) - Tidbitswithtoby

Summary: "You're bringing me lunch in a graveyard?"

"Sounded more romantic in my head."

Love Scenario (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: When Phil first saw him in the spring, he thought he looked like bubblegum.

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

Soft and Scared (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: Scared!Dan is guilted by a friend to enter a haunted house

Phil doesn't want to hurt anyone but is guilted by a friend to terrify people in a haunted house. He feels horrible when Dan's friends leave him there to cry on the floor after the scare and comfort ensues.

The World Going By My Window (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan is a reluctant Crown Prince, always watching the world outside his window and wondering what else is out there. As he walks through the village outside the Castle walls one day, he meets a quirky villager with a passion for nature, an oddly constructed house, and a secretive past.

Things That No Longer Need Mention (ao3) - abriata

Summary: The kissing doesn’t stop.

Two weeks later, Dan has a hand in Phil’s hair and Phil’s hand on his spine and he basically can’t feel his mouth anymore, and they were supposed to have left for the BBC ten minutes ago.

Dan still has no idea why Phil is doing the kissing thing, but it’s definitely too late to ask now.

too loud in public (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: dan is too busy snogging a cute stranger named phil in a closet at a university party to realize the cops are about to break it up

VETSCO à gogo (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: The guy is just really hot, and maybe Dan’s also a bit concerned he’s going to fall with all the times he’s watched him wiggle and wobble on seemingly unsteady limbs. He never does, or at least he hasn’t yet, but Dan would like to think he’s got his back if he ever does.

or

the twitch streamer who just can't seem to get his roller skating neighbor out of his mind

we have more in common than i thought (ao3) - manicpixieidiot

Summary: bad boy!dan has a bit of a secret crush on nerd!phil, and when grouped with him in class he uses the opportunity to convince him to come to a party. (what happens next will shock you!!) (not really, no shocks don't worry)

featuring a latin class, a party, becky&jessica, flustered drunk boys. and more softness than intended.

Lmao this is the quick list

-Rae

[pensat-i-fet]

A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 15 (Final chapter)

Chapter 14

Masterlist

Wattpad

**Author’s note: And we got to the end of the story! Thank you so much to everyone who has read, liked and reblogged. It means a lot ❤️**

"I think it's time you meet my parents", said Rúben randomly while he was out on a run with Lucía.

"Ok. Sure".

"And maybe one day I could meet yours".

That made her stop. He knew everything about her relationship with her family now and still said that?

"It's not the same, Rúben. You have a good relationship with your parents. I don't".

"You could try to have it…".

By the way he spoke, she could tell he had been wanting to bring up that topic to the table for a while.

"Maybe I just don't want to", she said, running faster and leaving him behind.

By the time they got home, Lucía had tried hard to forget the family topic, but Rúben wasn't done with it.

"Come on. It's been 10 years. You were a kid when you left, you need to at least try".

"I don't need to do anything. You weren't in that house with me. You don't know what I went through. You grew up in a house where everyone loved each other and looked after each other. You just don't get it".

"But my point is the same", he insisted. "You left because of how terrible it all was and I get that. You were so brave leaving by yourself, not knowing what could happen. But now you have your own life. If things don't work out, you don't need to run away. You just come back home. Isn't it worth at least trying?"

She just remained silent, looking at the kettle.

"Isn't there a part of you that wonders if things could be fixed? That wants things to be fixed?"

He showed how well he knew her by saying that. Yes, of course there was a part of Lucía that craved fixing things with her family. A part that wanted to have her parents back in her life. Who wouldn't want that? But she was still hurt by their actions.

"I guess but…I already have a family. Of my own choosing".

"And that's great", he said, getting closer. "But you deserve to have both types of family".

"I'll think about it".

He smiled at her. "That's all I wanted".

**

"He wants you to see your family?", asked Erik once she was done telling him about the conversation with Rúben.

"Yes, he wants me to try and fix things with them. I appreciate it but I just don't know if it's possible".

"He's right about one thing".

"About what?", she asked, curiously.

"You are not the person who left Madrid years ago. I've known you for a long time and you've grown so much. Even if your parents are still the same, you aren't. Things could work because of that".

"I guess…".

"At least this time you don't have to worry about the future. Even if things go really bad, you have all of us waiting for you here. We're your family too".

She absolutely knew that. Erik had been more of a father to her than her real dad.

"Ok. I'll call them".

His smile made her smile too. She had so many people who cared deeply about her. It would be great to add two more to that list. The two that should have been at the top since the beginning. But if she didn't, if things didn’t work out, she'd be fine.

**

"Hola mamá".

"Hi? Hi! Is something wrong? Why are you calling?"

Her tone surprised Lucía. Her mum sounded so shocked to hear from her. But then when she tried to remember when was the last time the two of them spoke, she couldn't.

"I'm good. Really good, actually. And…I …I was thinking about maybe visiting Madrid soon?"

The line went silent for a second and Lucía feared she would hang up. Surely her mum wouldn’t be so rude to her, right?

But then she heard something. Lucía heard her mum crying. 

"Mum?"

"Yes, come here whenever you want. You're always welcome. I'll tell your father. We could pick you up at the airport and then you can stay here and…", she kept rambling and Lucía’s heart started to ache. All of their conversations of the last 10 years had been so robotic, so devoid of feelings. 

"Mum, I wouldn't be going alone. My boyfriend wants to come with me and you could meet him too".

"Oh, right", she laughed. "The footballer, he's very handsome".

"How do you know about Rúben?"

"The articles. Ever since Ajax did that big article about you, I google your name every couple of weeks hoping to find something new".

She did that? Now it was Lucía who tried not to cry.

"Well…he would love to meet you so, yeah".

"We'll be looking forward to seeing you. Let me know when you've booked the flights and everything else".

"I will, mum. Bye".

"Bye. See you soon".

Once she hung up, she ran up the stairs to Rúben's apartment. He was shocked to see her at his door, crying but smiling.

"What happened?"

He tried to talk but Lucía just hugged him. "Thank you".

**

Two weeks and a half later, the season was over. And it was time for them to go to Madrid.

"It'll be fine. Your talks with your mum have been very positive. I'm sure it'll be fine".

"If it isn't, I'll at least have you there with me", she said, hugging him tighter. 

“You do”.

When they landed in Madrid, Lucía saw her mum and almost couldn't recognise her. Ten years was a long time, she had changed a lot too.

"Mum?"

"Oh my God. You're really here", she said before hugging her and starting to cry. Lucía hugged her back and waited for her to calm down. "You're here and you're so beautiful. And taller. I didn't think you'd have grown more", she laughed. She kept on holding her daughter’s face and just looking at her.

"Thanks. Um…this is Rúben", she said, turning to see him looking at them with a smile on his face.

After the introductions, Lucía’s mum was driving them to her house. Her house. Not theirs.

"Your dad and I separated shortly after you left. It was probably the best thing that could happen to us. We weren't good together. No one knows that better than you. A part of us wishes we had done it earlier. Maybe we could have avoided seeing you run away too".

"Have you met someone else since the separation?", she asked, so curious about the lives her parents had lived since she left. Whenever she talked to them, they made it sound like they were still together. But she couldn’t blame them because she rarely shared anything about herself either.

"No. I'm not really interested in that. Your dad did. She's lovely. You'll love her".

Lucía never imagined having such an adult and normal conversation with her parents. They never seemed capable of it but if her mum was proof of anything, it was of how much people could change.

When they got to her mum’s house, the house she had shared with her ex husband and kids, Lucía was surprised to see so many of her things still scattered around the place. When her brother had been gone for a year, her dad threw away everything he had left in his house. And that caused a huge fight between him and her mum, who wanted to keep all those things. Maybe Lucía’s stuff was only there because of her mother’s will to keep it there. This only made her worry more about meeting her dad again.

Lucía’s mum was right about one thing. Her dad's new wife was lovely. And he was so different too. Gone was the controlling father who didn't let Lucía do anything. Even his wife’s sons adored him. Their own father was still present in their lives but they called Lucía’s father “dad” too.

Lucía couldn't lie and pretend that didn’t make her jealous. Why did they get that version of him when she had to get the bad one? It didn’t sound fair.

But they were good kids. And, of course, they were obsessed with Rúben. 

"How cool is it that our step-sister is dating a famous footballer?", asked one of them. They couldn’t get over it.

"And she works with so many more!!!", responded the other. "You're so cool!"

"Thank you", she said, not knowing how to process all of it.

“You really are cool”, told her Rúben, hugging her and kissing her head while they both laughed.

“Lucía”, said her dad, getting her attention. “Can we talk? In private?”

“I’ll be playing with them if you need me”, said Rúben before leaving them to talk.

“I guess I should apologize”, he told her.

“I guess. I didn’t do things right either. So it should go both ways”.

“Yes, but it was us, your mother and I, that really messed up. It wasn’t until I saw the boys with their dad that I really realised how terrible I was as a father, you know?”

She didn’t know what to respond to that.

“Some people aren’t meant to be parents. Your mum was meant to be a mother, I wasn’t meant to be a father. It’s ok with kids that aren’t my own. And I’m sorry I hurt you, and your brother, so much just because I thought I knew better. Your grandparents told me so many times that I was just pushing you away from us too, and I didn’t listen”.

“I accept your apology”, said Lucía.

“Thank you. I can’t promise I’ll be father of the year now but…I guess at least I won’t make the same mistakes. And I guess you turned out pretty well despite my flaws”, he laughed.

“I had amazing people in my life who help me turn into the person I am today”.

“I’m glad you did. And now you have more people who can be part of your family too. If you want to let them in your life”.

Lucía just looked at the teenagers playing with Rúben and smiled. It looked like she was not only getting her parents back but a whole new family. And that filled a void she spent years pretending didn't exist.

[one-abuse-survivor]

im recovering, slowly but its happening, snd its weird. i feel my emotions a lot stronger now, its been around 6 months since i left my parents' house and some days are great, i feel stronger and way more confident than i ever did there, i have an amazing job and i just love life. but there are days where everything is just too much, like today. every part of me hurts on the inside and im just tired. its like my heart aches and my chest has an emotional pain inside of it. my grandad died 4 years ago almost, and i feel like im finally getting the chance to grieve him. every day i miss him more and more and i just want him back. it feels like he died yesterday. my nanan died just over a year ago and i feel like im just processing shes gone. im grieving my grandparents, my parents(who they used to be before they abused me), and my (practically nonexistent) childhood all at once and it just hurts inside. its a hurt that makes me feel alive but i just want it to stop and leave me alone. im hoping this is a normal/regular thing people like me go through, and im also hoping it gets better soon. i know it wont in the near future, i feel all the memories coming back some days and i can only process one or two at a time, and it sometimes frustrates me because i want to get it over with, like ripping a bandaid off, but i just cant, and it has to be done step by step. i just miss my grandparents. a lot. im crying a lot more lately too, just feeling my emotions so much stronger since ive started to truly process my trauma. do they stay this strong or settle down? im triggered pretty easily, which, in time, i hope stops happening so easily. i know recovery is a hard road but im thankful and very grateful that i got the chance to start it so early in life. im 19, moved out at 18, and its a bit hard, just so thankful i have a good therapist 😂 sometimes i just get so angry at everything and want to just hurt myself to make the pain stop, or just feel like i do today, slow and tired and achy. i get the rare amazingly happy day, and make sure i enjoy it, dw hahah but idk i just wanted to vent/say this in hopes of hearing that other people are going through this too, and that im not alone

Hey, nonnie. I'm so glad to hear you're away from your parents and recovering from the abuse and trauma you endured. That's amazing, I'm really happy for you ❤️

Yes, in my experience, it is normal to experience these sort of shifts inside you, especially during the first few years of recovery. I personally also went through phases where I would cry almost daily, phases where my emotions seemed out of control, or where I randomly felt immense grief/anger/sadness/disgust. And I can tell you that, in my case, with the help of time and therapy, the bad days, which used to be frequent and leave me exhausted, have become rare and much more manageable. Now, 5 years into recovery, I can have a bad trauma moment (hell, I can even run into my mother) and still enjoy the rest of my day. And my emotions have become much more stable, too. I rarely feel like I'm not in control of them.

Obviously, not everything is easy or perfect. I still live with PTSD, and there's plenty of things I still need to keep working on, like being vulnerable and trusting others, but... The good days have definitely become the norm over time, instead of the exception. In fact, I can't even remember the last time I had a proper emotional flashback or ugly-cried from how overwhelmed I felt (knocking on wood, haha).

So, yes, nonnie, it does get better with time. Recovery isn't linear—I'm sure you've heard that already—but it does get better. Though there may be ups and downs, and you might go through completely unexpected lows as you process all your emotions, the tendency will be to move upwards, and, if you're anything like me, one day you'll wake up and realise you can't even remember the last time you ugly-cried or felt like the world was ending. You'll just be living your life.

You're doing amazingly! There might still be bad days ahead of you, but there are countless good days to come, too.

I hope you can find ways to safely express your anger with the help of your therapist, and I hope you have the space and tools to process some of your grief and trauma memories as they resurface.

Sending a big virtual hug ❤️

Oh, and if anyone else wants to reassure anon that they're not alone, feel free to do so!

[student-in-nightraven]

Hello there, I hope you're having an amazing day so far and I'm here for the matchmaking (specifically for Twisted Wonderland)

I'm nobinary transmasc (he/they) and I'm rather short (5'2 aka 1,58m tall). I'm blonde with a short wavy/curly hair and I'm kinda pale lmao. Eyebags because haha, lack of sleep. I speak Portuguese (Brazilian variant) and English

I'm shy around new people for the first five minutes but then I just start talking and boom, smol ball of energy. I have a short temper (can get angry easily, specially when someone is saying something about my identity, something I like or someone I love). I'm a bit protective over my friends and am extremely affectionate (I call everyone honey or my king/my liege and love physical affection). I can be kinda rude affectionately :']. Can become quiet rather quickly if my anxiety kicks in tho (also, I'm very anxious when it comes to rules, I'm scared of breaking them due to fear of punishment). Also, I tend to be the mediator when my friends are going to do something stupid that is CLEARLY going to physically harm them + I'm the shoulder to cry on, I like listening to people's problems and offering ways of comfort (if they so desire). I also share memes that reminded me of my friends :D. I like to sleep! Specially in a comfy bed and I'm always under a blanket, even if it's hot out (I'll just turn on the fan, I CAN'T sleep without a blanket).

I like reading, drawing, playing the guitar, singing, anime/manga and videogames (with a special place in my heart for RPGs, tower defences and rythm games). I used to play handball and volleybal but now I'm doing nothing because of some injuries (left hand haha). I also dance (not well tho)! Also, I love plushies and action figures, they're cool and I love collecting them! I also tend to collect things from my favorite fandoms lol.

I don't like being alone for that long and I have talassophobia and it kicks in even in videogames for some reason. Am not the biggest fan of horror games/movies, but will gladly watch someone play just to laught at their face. Also don't like when people make fun of my interest or my friends (I'll destroy everything they love, watch me)

Bônus: I drink a lot haha. I specially like a drink called caipirinha and rose wine (my beloveds). Even if I said that I drink a lot, I drink responsibly, I swear. Am also very chaotic when drunk like, chaos incarnate (and I make twice as much sex jokes when ij that state)

That's all that came to mind! Thank u for your attention, and again, I hope you have a very nice day!

Why thank you! I hope you too have a nice day<3

I match you with..

..

...Jack howl!

Admires your need of protection for the ones you care about, respects you quite a lot;

His tail starts wagging whenever you call him a nickname, his face flushes as he tried his best to hold his tail still;

Your talking to him when randomly you stop "ace deuce and grim are in trouble" and you run, jack confused but soon following you after, once you got there you were right, they were about to prank azul to get back at him but luckily you caught them in time and dragged them back, jack is just flabbergasted;

The way you always lend a shoulder to cry and and always try to hear out someone, comfort them makes jack fall for you even more;

When you get chaotic he's there to supervise you so that you don't get harmed;

Whenever your drank jack sits there and listens to you waiting for the right time to take you back to ramshackle, although in your drunk state you mention how much you love him and his eyes widen, tail starts wagging and his stuttering, soon takes you back to your dorm pats your hair and when he was about to leave your grip on his hand tightened, he leaned down and kissed your forehead (there's gonna be lots of forehead kisses in the relationship)

You 2 are a cute couple,you always tease him and he ends up being flustered way too often, you just love seeing his tail wag

Thank you for the request dear annon, may you have a wonderful week<3

[casspurrjoybell-20]

Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 21a

*Warning Adult Content*

Mate of the Year - Part 1 - Aaron 

"Says the person who almost died trying to guide their friend to their mate."

My mouth shut as soon as Evander raised his voice and I saw Aubrey stiffen out of the corner of my eye. Evander had never once yelled like that before. He was always the one who was calm and collected. 

"I...um..."

Evander sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. His body was tense and closed off, making me realize this wasn't just some random outburst. 

"Aaron, I don't think you understand. We thought you were possibly dead. Aubrey and I were left in the dark about it all. When you came back, your face was so pale. You couldn't even keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds. Your heart was beating so slow and I was watching you die in front of me. Do you understand how terrifying that is? I care about both of you even if I can't feel the bond you do. You cannot just do that to us," he explained but his voice sounded uncharacteristically desperate. 

"And this isn't something I'm bringing up randomly. Ever since our relationship started, you've continued to shy away from telling us important information. We're your mates, Aaron. We just want to help."

With a hard swallow, I tried to apologize. 

"Evander, I'm sorry."

"Do not just apologize to me. Apologize to Aubrey, too. He was worried to the point of tears and you've continued to mistreat him as well," he said angrily.

I felt my chest tightening as I looked over at Aubrey. 

"I'm sorry, Aubrey."

"It's okay, Aaron," he whispered. "You just really scared us both."

"You didn't seem mad. I'm sorry, I didn't know," I tried to explain.

"I'm not mad," Evander sighed. "Well, yes, I am a bit upset but I'm more afraid than mad. Anything could have happened out there and we were clueless. I didn't like it. The secrets you keep hiding are yours to keep but you can't keep stuff from us if it endangers you or either of us."

"I know, I'm sorry," I whispered.

I didn't even know I was hurting them. What a great mate I was right? Not even a month into our relationship and I was already hurting them. They were silent but I could practically feel the tension in the air. Evander sighed. 

"I apologize for yelling. That was uncalled for. But... do you understand where we're coming from?"

I hummed. Honestly, I wanted to curl up into a ball and stop existing. I felt horrible. The mountain of mistakes I have continued to make piled on top of my shoulders and I felt them hunch a bit in response to the sudden emotional weight. Why couldn't I be a good mate to them? Why couldn't I do anything right? Why did I have to keep messing up? Why was I the only one messing up?

"I will be back. I need a moment," Evander said.

"Okay."

He looked at Aubrey and the nymph bit his lip. 

"Um, I'll come with you."

Before they left, Aubrey crawled over to kiss my cheek. 

"I'm not mad at you. I still care about you, too."

I fought back the tears threatening to spill. I refused to cry in front of them if I had the option not to. 

"Thank you. I care about you, too," I whispered so they couldn't hear how tight my throat was with tears.

They left after that and the moment they did, the dam broke. 

"Shit," I mumbled, laying down on the sleeping bag and covering my face.

How long had that built up? How long had Evander been frustrated with me? The tears continued to leak from my eyes and I felt angry at myself for allowing it. Why did I deserve to cry? It was my fault. I tried my best to tell myself otherwise... ‘or at the very least will myself not to cry over it anymore’ but all I could do was silently let out my self-hatred in the form of hot tears.

[roxy206]

Ok so I’m on the Rusical episode of s3 and

immediately hearing Vivian say to Fierce that “I don’t underestimate you I just don’t care” was everything to me.

The Rusical was good thank goodness. I was SO proud of Viv for not only pulling through but really, she put it OUT. she did so good!! I also like that the cameras would honestly just randomly cut to one of them when the other was doing their choreo rehearsal or just talking in the room. It was never for any particular reason but the editors definitely knew what they were doing.

(I updated this ask live and when Irma left? When Irma left did I cry? of course I did I was very disappointed. I mean did I understand why? Yeah. But it still doesn’t make it any easier! )

(I also didn’t realize how close to the end of the season I was, I took a long break from this watch. And now i need to finish it, I’m going to miss Irma’s goofy, fun vibes so much)

(I’m glad Gisele is still here because I adore her personality too)

Omg I love that you live-asked this episode. Other than the elimination (😭😭😭) the Rusical is actually my favorite episode of the season. There were so many Vandergerd moments & in retrospect I was like oh I should have known this was going to be bad news ☹️ But the good news is it’s literally just the next episode Irma isn’t in, everyone is back for the finale

I fucking love that Viv is like the nicest person, but let Fierce have it a few times & that one might have been my favorite!

I really enjoyed the Rusical!! I wish they treated it better though the way they do sometimes with All Stars challenges where they dedicate extra time to make it great. They had literally two days for this challenge & they didn’t give Irma & Gisèle enough time to learn choreo — they didn’t get their time until the day of the performance when everyone else did the day before. And the two of them had to teach themselves how to tap dance for that part too. I think the duet in the Rusical was designed for failure anyway & Irma drew the short end of the stick since it wasn’t even their first choice for a part. I’ll find & reblog the interview where Irma talked about rehearsal

I totally get crying over Irma’s elimination. Was there no question as soon as the song started because Gisèle has SUCH a presence when she lip syncs? Yeah, of course. But it was still so sad. Everyone was sad to see Irma go

Viv though!!! She was so fucking fantastic this episode. The way she turned out that Rusical performance, THE RUNWAY! Her finally getting a win!!!

I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about the beginning of the next episode 🥲

The ✨taste✨ with your three faves of the season. That is correct

[bloody-rocks]

Hello! Hope is not disturbing you but could I request the Slashers (mainly Jason, Thomas, Vincent, and Michael) with a s/o that gets angry and lashes at them and after start crying and apologizes like "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you" or "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to tell at you!"

Please and thank you, sorry if it's a little confusing 💓🦋

Thank you for this new request <3! Also no worries you're not disturbing me

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Characters:Jason Voorhees,Thomas Hewitt,Vincent Sinclair,Michael Myers

The slashers with an s/o that gets angry at them but apologize after

Jason Voorhees

You probably started the day in a bad mood,and Jason leaving take care of tresspasers didnt make it better

Youd occupy yourself with some work around the cabin,maybe even outside but not too far incase you met a tresspaser

The day went on and Jason came leaving a mess due to all the dirt he had on his shoes

Thats when something just switched and you lashed out at him telling him that he couldve taken his shoes off before he entered

He tried gesturing in a way to apologize and turning to the door to leave his shoes there,but due to your anger you didnt realize his intention

Thinking hes gonna leave you apologized ,tears running down your cheeks

"I didnt mean to lash out I'm sorry" Hed turn around and let you wrap your arms around him,while you told him that you didn't start your day well

He'd forgive you fast understanding due to the fact that he himself wakes up from time to time with a bad mood

Thomas Hewitt

You we're in the kitchen cooking something,Luda Mae was in town Thomas was doing some work outside, it were only you and Hoyt

Hoyt started making some rude remarks randomly,but you didnt respond and just ignored him as usual until he said something that really upset you,something that was harsher than usual

He left you there at one point,going outside to do some work while Thomas was coming inside

He made his presence known by letting out a loud grunt

In the fit of anger you just let out a loud "What???" catching him off guard,and even scaring him a bit

When you turned around and realized It was Thomas you felt bad,even if you were upset that didnt mean you had to take it out on him out of all people

"God baby I'm sorry I didnt mean to yell at you"Youve said leaving on the counter whatever you were working on,approaching him with your arms open

He took you in a bear hug, both of you staying silent

Vincent Sinclair

You went in the house,nose bloody from a visitor escaping Bo's grasp and in the process of doing so they punched you

Vincent was in his workroom at the time it happened ,but now he was in front of you worried trying to wipe the blood off your face

"GOD Vincent I can do this myself" You let out before harshly grabbing the wet cloth from his hand, you sat down wiping all the blood off and keeping the cloth to your nose incase more came out

Vincent soon went back to his workroom,not wanting to bother you after his attempt to patching you up

You could hear him going down the stairs,until you heard nothing letting your brain process what happened

Soon standing up and walking down in the basement worried due to being harsh to Vincent despite him only wanting to help

"Vincey I'm sorry I didnt mean to scare you"You said approaching him,wrapping your arms around him from the back,he tensed at the touch

but shortly after continuing his work on the wax figure in front of him

Michael Myers

So,,,,,you're you're yelling at him? Oh boy just expect a ominous figure looming over your,He does not take this kind of behaviour even if you were upset at something

You're quick to apologize but you were met with a sigh from him ,and him leaving probably to hunt someone down to clear his mind

Once hes back he'd feel a bit bad for just leaving you there,but don't except him to come to you on his knees begging for you to forgive him.

Hed acknowledge that he didnt react 'maturely' by leaving you while you were trying to apologize so he'd probably make it up by letting you cuddle up to him more when youre going to sleep or sleep on the couch if youre still upset

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First attempt at writing Michael,still not pleased but not displeased?either

[whiteteadreams]

Talking to Death

Pairing: Newly-Dead!Jeong Jaehyun x Female Reader

Preview: Missing someone who's dead? Talk to them now!

Is there someone who has passed away that you miss dearly? Well, you can talk to them now! Call the number below!

xxx-xxx-xxxx 

Just remember to interact with friends and family outside of speaking with your departure and don’t crowd and overwhelm your departure as they adapt to their new surroundings. This stage is new for everyone. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Genre: Tim Burton-esque (?), Fantasy, Non-Idol AU, Horror

Warnings: Jaehyun’s dead from the start, fluff, angst, mentions of self-harm (but can be easily missed), mentions of suicide (also can be easily missed), passing out/fainting, blood, cleaning a wound, main character death, suicide (this one isn’t easy to miss), not 100% proofread.

a/n- This idea randomly came to me in a dream, but I hope you enjoy this little twisted reality. Also, sorry that the last two fics have ended with death and not really happy endings, the next couple of fics I have planned out do have happy endings. And there is unfortunately repetition of some words, like I just used those words too often, but I hope it isn’t too bad.

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"My condolences". You didn't know who he was, but he was here for Jaehyun. You didn't know any of these people except for his close family and friends. But it didn’t matter whether you did or didn't know them, every single one came up to you expressing their sorrow.

The service was lovely, the walls of the funeral home were between the color of oatmeal and bone white, and the flowers were roses, even though they symbolize love, and not death, Jaehyun claimed that he loved them. Every single pew in the entire room was filled, even with people standing in the back, and there were still people in random places of the home.

At the front of the room to the left, people surrounded a table that held several photos of him, and each photo had a paragraph that explained what that specific part of his life was about, and there were even more people to the right of the table, which is where he was. It was obvious that he was loved by many, yet he chose to love you and only you.

You hadn’t realized that everyone had sat down in their designated seat until Jaehyun’s mom came to your side. “Y/n, honey, it’s time for us to sit down. There’s an open seat next to me for you.” You let her take your arm to lead you to said seat.

The warmth of Jaehyun’s mother’s hand on your arm didn’t last long, because as soon as she sat you down, she went up to the podium that was between the table that showed the timeline of her son’s life, and her son himself.

He looked so peaceful; you would've thought he was asleep if it weren't for the current circumstances. It was an open casket; you don’t know if you’re glad it was or if you wish it was closed. With it being closed, you wouldn’t be able to see him at all, but with being able to see him, it’s just proof that he’s truly gone. You’ll never be able to see him, kiss him, hold him, or talk to him after today.

“Thank you everyone for coming. Jaehyun would’ve be glad that you all came.” As soon as she used Jaehyun’s name in the past tense is when she started crying. You didn’t notice that that was the end of her eulogy until she stepped down from the podium and came back to her seat next to you. “It’s your turn sweetie.” She gave you a small smile and nodded her head slightly to the podium.

With legs you thought were going to buckle at any moment, you got up and slowly made your way to the podium. You knew that there were a lot of people there, but it wasn’t until you finally looked up and out into the room to see all the people looking at you. Normally, whenever you had to give speeches in front of a lot of people, Jaehyun was always somewhere in the front, smiling from ear to ear, showing off his dimples, and giving you two thumbs up. But Jaehyun was next to you now, though he wasn’t smiling or whispering to the person next to him saying “that’s the love of my life”, while proudly pointing at you.

You didn’t want to look at him because you knew that if you looked for too long, all you could do was start crying, however, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. “Jung Jaehyun was the love of my life. And I’m not sure what else to say, he was and still is, in simple terms, everything to me. He was my boyfriend and my best friend all in one. I wanted to grow old with him, we talked about it, all the time. Getting married, having kids, living our lives with the other by our side. I can’t even think about what I’m going to do now that he’s gone.” Your words were no longer audible, muted by sniffles and sobs.

“Hey Y/n, let’s go sit down, yeah? Or we can go outside and get some fresh air if you would like to. Whatever you want.” Johnny, one of Jaehyun’s best friends had gotten up from his seat to try and coax you off the podium. “I want Jae.” Johnny just sighed and took your arm, much like Jaehyun’s mother had done, and led you out of the room.

Your cries got louder, and you started to lose the ability to breath. You were gasping for air, the feeling of drowning taking over your body, leading you to the ground. Johnny hadn’t gone back in, scared to leave your side, he sat down next to you. He lightly rubbed your back as you stained his suit jacket with drops of watered-down mascara.

 You couldn’t decide if the day drug on or flew by. Maybe both if that was possible. It seemed as if the day itself flew by, but the minutes seemed to never end. With time not seeming to work right, all the crying, and everyone coming to talk to you, a headache formed, and you just wanted Jaehyun back.

 Normally when you had a headache, Jaehyun would rub your temples and to help you fall asleep, he would lightly trace your facial features, your eyelids, nose, lips, and that always seemed to work because the next thing you knew was that you were walking up the next day.

 Before you knew it, you heard Johnny getting up beside you. “I have to go help carry Jaehyun, the burial is about to start, I’ll come stand by you during it, but Jae’s mom is going to come walk with you.”

 Johnny went back inside but Jaehyun’s mom quickly filled the now empty space beside you. Without saying anything she helped you stand up and caught up with the group that started to head over to the empty hole in the ground.

 “I don’t want them to put him in there. They need to leave him alone. I don’t want him to be gone.” You rested your head on Jaehyun’s mother’s shoulder and quietly blubbered in her ear. “I know Y/n, I know.” She pulled you even more into her embraced and placed her chin on your shoulder. For a while you two just held each other while crying. But you completely broke down when you saw Jaehyun’s coffin being carried towards where the group was gathered.

 Johnny and Taeyong were in front, then Doyoung and Mark, Yuta and Haechan, and in the back was Jeno and Taeil. Following them was Jungwoo carrying a bouquet of roses. They all were crying, some better at hiding it than others, but all of them had tears cascading down their cheeks. They walked up the pathway that was made by the group dividing, the rest of Jaehyun’s friends on one side and his family and you on the other. The men carrying the coffin placed it on the lowering device and walked to the side where the rest of his friends were. Jungwoo placed the roses on the coffin, wiped his tears and joined the rest of Jaehyun’s friends.

 Johnny said a parting word to Taeyong and Mark, who he was standing between and joined your side that Jaehyun’s mom wasn’t occupying. You should’ve paid more attention but all you could stare at was the part of the coffin where Jaehyun’s head would be. But then the coffin started lowering and both Johnny and Jaehyun’s mom tighten their grips on you. Your crying turned into screaming and you started thrashing to get out of their grips.

 In any other situation you would’ve been embarrassed but as you watched the coffin disappear into the ground, all you could see was the future you’d be forced to live without Jaehyun with you.  “No, no, no. Jaehyun! You can’t take him from me!” Johnny pulled you into his chest and him and Jaehyun’s mother tried to calm you down by rubbing up and down your back and quietly shushing you. “I don’t want him to leave! I need him!”

 When you first found out that Jaehyun had died, it was in the middle of the night. The police had shown up at your door at 2:42 AM to deliver the news to you. At first, you were in shock, not being able to believe it, your face just paled, and you were unable to speak.

 But seeing his coffin being lowered into the ground snapped everything into place for you. The box that the love of your life was in, was never going to see the light of day again. You’d never be able to have your Jaehyun again. He was now, officially gone.

 After the funeral and burial, you booked an Uber to take you home by yourself with your spiraling headache following close behind.  You could barely see straight, and any noise that was made just caused your headache to get even worse. It felt like the world was spinning, and your vision had gone spotty.

You were waiting on the sidewalk outside of the funeral home when a car pulled up. “Uber for Y/n?” You just nodded and quickly got into the back seat before you your legs gave out. Sitting down and feeling the AC blow cool air onto you helped your headache ease a little bit.  

 The silence was broken when the Uber driver turned down the radio and spoke up. “I’m sorry for your loss, Ms.” You nodded even though he was looking forward. “Thank you.” Neither of you said anything after that but it wasn’t awkward.

 Feeling the coldness of the window on your forehead from leaning on the glass helped calm your headache even more. It was now just a dull ache that matched the ache in your chest. You watched as the city you had explored with Jaehyun passed your eyes as the Uber driver drove you to your house. Or your neighbor’s house a couple doors down.

 Not wanting to say that he’s a few houses down, you just paid the driver and got out of the car. Your neighbor was out on his porch, smoking as always. He was a grumpy old man and Jaehyun said that if he ever got like that when he was old that you had permission to put him in a nursing home.

 You got your phone out of the dress pocket and went to rate the Uber driver before you forgot but your neighbor started speaking out loud, making you look up from phone and at him.

 "Hey kid, you young people are always on your phones these days, how about you pick up a newspaper for once and learn something." The man tossed the newspaper that was lying in his yard at you. It fell a few feet away, but you stepped closer to crouch down and grab it.

 The man said something under his breath and flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out after mouthing some words at you. The last breath of smoke came flowing out of his nose as he turned to walk back up his porch and into his house. 

 Another neighbor had come out of her house and tried to start up a conversation but with the way the wind was blowing your hair in your face, your headache was starting to make its return, and the eerie feeling the man gave you, you needed to leave. Immediately. You needed to go lie down after drinking some water.

Speed walking to your house with only tripping on a sidewalk crack once, you made your way to your shared home with Jaehyun. As soon as you opened the door, his aroma hit your nostrils and you closed your eyes, you could just imagine him welcoming you home. But when you opened your eyes, you were alone in your dark entryway. No Jaehyun asking how your day was, no Jaehyun dragging you to either the couch to watch TV or the bedroom depending on what type of day he had, no burning smell coming from the kitchen from Jaehyun cooking. No Jaehyun. You didn’t have Jaehyun anymore.

 Not wanting to scream and cry anymore today, you took a shaky breath and tossed the newspaper on the ottoman that sat in front of the couch. You swallowed, but realized that there wasn’t anything to swallow, your mouth was dry, causing you to remember the water you’ve been wanting. Trying to just look straight ahead in hopes of not thinking of Jaehyun, you headed to the kitchen. But of course, everything reminded you of him. His chair at the dining room table for one, it was like you could see him smiling up at you with only love and adoration in his eyes.

 Once you turned the corner from the living room to the kitchen you tensed up, waiting for Jaehyun to pop out and scare you like he always did but the scare never came. When you opened the cabinet that held the glasses and cups that Jaehyun came along to help you pick out, well you picked them out, he acted like a child and complained when you said he couldn’t go to the vinyl section just yet, you saw the mug he reluctantly picked out because he thought it was nice. Slightly moving to the left, ready for his arm to reach over your right shoulder to grab the mug for his drink, but again his arm never came.

 So used to him leaning on the cabinet next to you, you were expecting his face to be revealed once you close the cabinet door. When you looked to your left, there wasn’t anyone there, just the dining room table and behind that, the large windows that showed the backyard, as well as the street.

 Jaehyun always talked about wanting to see your kids grow up and play in that backyard, thinking of that just made everything come crashing down. The glass of water, falling from your hand and shattering as soon as it hit the floor. You fell also, your knees giving out, using your hands to catch yourself, you hissed in pain.

 Lifting your hand off the ground, and turning your palm up, you saw several little cuts and red indents from the glass that had just broke. Not giving a fuck anymore you used your right hand to sweep the small slivers of glass out of your way as your left hand held up your almost entirely limp body. Once most of the glass what out of your way for now, you just laid down. Crying in your kitchen, in the fetal position, with glass shards around you and blood dripping from your palms, you whispered his name before blacking out.

It wasn’t the sun that woke you up, the kitchen island covered you from the sun light that poured through the open blinds, but the ring of your phone. Blindly searching around for your phone, you just felt the pieces of glass that surrounded you. But you were too upset and tired to care enough to get up and actually look for your phone. The ringing would stop soon anyway.

 The ringing did stop soon, and instead of the ringing, frantic knocking on your front door replaced the sound. Then, yelling added to the frantic knocking. “Y/n! Open the door! It’s me, Johnny!” Slowly, you picked yourself up and wiped your hands on the tights you wore underneath the black dress that you forgot to change out of. The wiping only caused the pieces of glass that managed to stay in your palms through your tossing and turning during the night to shift. Johnny started knocking again but before he could yell, you made your way to the door and opened it just a bit.

The man sighed in relief, instantly feeling a invisible weight lift off of his shoulders when he saw that you were there. “Oh good, you’re still here.” Johnny smiled a bit at you. “Of course, I’d be here, I live here.” He just shook his head and under his breath he said, “That’s not exactly what I meant.” Understanding, you just looked down and nodded.

 “Are you bleeding?” Johnny’s voice was still calm but laced with concern and confusion. Based on the situation, of course he thought the worse, but you spoke up before he could ask any more questions, “I dropped a glass and passed out when I got home.” Immediately offering to clean up the mess for you, Johnny just squeezed through the crack between the door and door frame and led himself to the center of the living room. “Alright, where is the mess?” You just pointed to the kitchen and Johnny, silently started picking up the bigger shards.

“Hey Y/n, while I pick up the rest of the glass, how about you go wash your hands, try to remove as much as the glass as you can with tweezers and then I’ll come help you. Is your broom and dust pan still in the closet over here?” “Uh-huh”, you left Johnny in the kitchen to go follow his instructions with removing the glass in the bathroom.

Finding the tweezers and first aid kit wasn’t hard since Jaehyun always insisted that it was important to keep it in reach and keep everything in there full. Grabbing the kit and tweezers and setting it on the vanity, you rinsed the dried blood from your palms so you could see the cuts easier. The glass was embedded into your skin, and it would hurt to take out, but stiches wouldn’t be needed.

“Y/n, I finished cleaning the glass, I’ll come help you in a moment.” Taking a closer look at your palm, you started to remove the glass yourself. Wincing, whenever you had to dig a bit deep to retrieve the shard, but soon your palm was clear of any glass. Losing folding your hand so you could run along the welts with your fingertips caused you to hiss.

Just as you were about to trade the tweezers to your other hand, Johnny came in and took them out of your hold. Without saying anything he held out his other hand. Giving him the hand that still had glass pieces sticking out, he quickly started to remove the bits. Looking at the reelection the mirror showed you saw how messed up you truly looked.  Wrinkled clothes from yesterday, slightly bloody hands with blood on your arms, chapped lips, and streaks of mascara along your cheeks. Even though the sight of yourself was alarming enough, it was when you saw a familiar head of hair peeking out behind Johnny.

The owner of the hair slowly appeared, his eyes were glossed over, the iris and pupils were no longer visible, only the lens of his eyes which were a cloudy opaque white. His nose was crooked and had dried blood coming out of both nostrils. Shards of glass were stuck in all different parts of his face, there was a bump on one of his temples, and the thing that really made your breath hitch besides just seeing him, was the fact that his neck was limp. Jaehyun had died on impact, his neck immediately breaking when the car driving on the wrong side of the road hit him head on. His mouth was turned into a slight smile, the one thing no one had changed from the moment he died to the moment he was buried. They cleaned the blood off of him, they put him suit, propped his neck up, did all the regular things people do to get a dead person ready for burial, but no one, touch the slight smile that was on his face.

He was there, looking over Johnny’s shoulder at the scene that was playing out in front of him. You hadn’t turned around yet, but that didn’t stop you from saying “Johnny, you need to leave.” “What? Y/n, I was just trying to help, did I do something wrong.” His eyes and voice were laced with panic and concerned. “It doesn’t matter you need to leave. Now. Get out of my house.” Johnny softly apologized and told you that you could call him whenever. He turned around and walked right through Jaehyun.

You still haven’t turned around, but Jaehyun faded out when Johnny walked where he was standing but quickly reappeared. His head tilted a bit and the sickeningly sweet smile stayed, with those emotionless gray eyes still staring straight into your soul. “Jaehyun?” You slowly turned your body, but when you were completely turned around, Jaehyun was gone. You whipped your head back to the mirror, but he wasn’t there anymore either.

“Jaehyun?” You asked yourself out loud while walking out of bathroom and into the hallway. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Continuing to look for him was a lost cause, he was gone. But of course, you refused to believe that.

Jaehyun never appeared again, with every little breeze that chilled your bones and brought goosebumps to your skin, there wasn’t a blurry Jaehyun passing by.

The next week passed slowly, no waking up to Jaehyun kissing your face, no Jaehyun standing in the bathroom mirror, getting ready for the day, no Jaehyun laughing, no Jaehyun smiling, no Jaehyun.

You just spent your days running on nothing, no food, no sleep, you couldn’t even remember the last time you changed your clothes. Roaming around you and Jaehyun’s was what you did every day, all day. Turning the corner into the living room for what felt like the 50th time that day, and it probably was, you saw the old newspaper that has been in the back of your mind.

Staring down the newspaper and slowly approaching the couch, Jaehyun’s cologne trapped you as soon as you sat down. Just going for it and ripping off the Band-Aid, you opened the newspaper. Something wasn't right though, the date on it, wasn't today's. Well, it was today’s, but not this year’s, or last year’s or even next year’s.

May 31, 1972

Today, but 50 years ago. All the content of the newspaper was normal, politics, town news, advice columns, ads, and even a recipe or two. But one thing about the ads was none of them seemed real.

Want to know where your dreams come from? Meet the person who pick them out!

Remember that childhood imaginary friend? Revisit them today!

Missing someone who's dead? Talk to them now!

Curious about who is watching over you? Everyone has their very own guardian angel, meet yours!

Are you lonely? Order your very own partner!

This has to be a hoax; some teenagers probably threw this is the man's yard wanting to prank and confuse him. But of course, this was the day he threw it at you. Not caring enough to think about the what’s and why’s for too much longer and in dire need of a good chuckle, you looked at the ad about calling the dead.

Missing someone who's dead? Talk to them now!

Is there someone who has passed away that you miss dearly? Well, you can talk to them now! Call the number below!

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Just remember to interact with friends and family outside of speaking with your departure and don’t crowd and overwhelm your departure as they adapt to their new surroundings. This stage is new for everyone.

What a piece of shit.

There were more words under the short paragraph, in much smaller print, but already being skeptical, you didn’t care enough to strain your eyes.

. But with not having anything else to do, you grabbed your phone and punched in each of the digits and pressed the dial button.

"Hello, I'm Steven with Talking to Death! Is there someone you've been missing recently that has died? If so, please state their name, your name, your relation to the person, their death date, and cause of death. If not, I'm not sure why you called this number, but how may I help you anyways?"

"Is this some sort of prank?" You were skeptical with the whole thing. "I understand why you would think that, but we have been a respected company since 1897. Unfortunately, to be able to speak to your loved one, you must believe that you'll be able to talk to them." Steven responded through the phone, seemingly tired of this question but still replying with a joyful customer service type voice.

"Okay, but why haven't I heard of this before?" "Well, it is obviously a king of odd and not everyone goes around telling people about this in fear of sounding crazy, is there someone you would actually like to speak to?"

"Um, yeah, my boyfriend, Jeong Jaehyun died a week ago, so May 24. He died in a car accident." You slightly stuttered through your words, not expecting someone to actually be serious. 

"Okay, and now I just need your name." "Y/n L/n." "Alrighty, Ms. L/n, he checked in five days ago and has had time to settle. I will put the call through to his line and he will pick up when he is ready. One thing to remember though, make sure not to get too attached because he isn't in your world anymore, please use with caution. Thank you for calling us and have a good rest of your day."

Steven transferred the call over and as you were waiting, some peaceful jazz music played. It wasn't annoying like elevator music; it was nice and put you in a calm and relaxed state.

The music lasted for a couple minutes, and with each minute that passed, you started to lose hope a bit more but then, the relaxed aura that now surrounded you vanished when you heard him.

“Hello?” It’s him. “Jaehyun?” “Y/n?” “Oh my god! It’s really you, is it? Really you?” You could hear him chuckle from the other side of the line. It was deep and hearty, something you had started to deeply miss.

“Yes Y/n, it is really me. Jaehyun.” “My Jaehyun.” “My Y/n.” You couldn’t help yourself and all the tears started running down your cheeks all at once.  

The absurdity of it all caught up with you, even with the tears and the silent sobs trying to force their way out of your body, you couldn’t help but laugh. Hysterically. You were talking to your dead boyfriend.

“I don’t even know what to say. How are you? What was dying like? Are you okay?” Having about a million questions running through head was making the room spin. “Well, I’m doing okay. Nothing hurts, I feel, almost weightless. Dying wasn’t anything like people said it was. My head hit the steering wheel and I woke up in this lobby, or a waiting room. And there was no Jesus, bright light, or stairway that led to the gates of heaven.”

Just wanting to hear Jaehyun talk more, you stayed silent so you could cherish the moment you were given. “Anyways, this world, or whatever, is pretty similar to ours in a sense, for now, I’m just in this hotel room until my house is created. Enough about me though, I’ve missed you, how are you?”

A dry chuckle left your throat, “A fucking trainwreck. I told myself that I’d never be dependent on a man, but here I am, an absolute dumpster fire. Johnny came by to check on me and when I didn’t answer my phone or the door right away he thought I had killed myself. I screamed and kicked at your funeral like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Johnny and your mom even had to hold me down so I wouldn’t jump in your grave when they lowered your casket.” Recalling the events, you felt your stomach twist. Not out of embarrassment, but of how you felt, even just looking back, you felt like puking.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Y/n.” It was obvious that Jaehyun didn’t know what to say in this situation. However, you were sure that the conversations would go back to almost normal with time.

Clearing his throat in hopes of getting rid of the awkwardness, Jaehyun spoke up after minutes of silence. “Well, I have to go, Y/n. I love you, so much.” Wait.

“What? Jaehyun, we just started talking again? Did I say something wrong? We’re always open with each other? What’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Jaehyun was able to calm you like he always did. “You can call me tomorrow, it’ll be okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” But he had already hung up before your brain and body allowed you to get the words out. Staring down at your phone’s keypad, you were alone again.

You were climbing up the walls for the rest of the day, not being able to think about anything but calling Jaehyun, your body just couldn’t stop shaking. Too buzzed on the thought of speaking to him again, no matter what you did, you couldn’t just calm down.

No matter how slow time seemed to go by, tomorrow did eventually come. You decided to call Jaehyun around noon.

Having already saved the number in your phone, you clicked it and pressed call.

"Hello, I'm Steven with Talking to Death! Is there someone you've been missing recently that has died? If so, please state their name, your name, your relation to the person, their death date, and cause of death. If not, I'm not sure why you called this number, but how may I help you anyways?"

“Hello Steven! It’s Y/n, Jeong Jaehyun’s girlfriend, may I please speak to him.” Your response to the man was much for cheerful this time around than your first greeting. “Ah, Y/n. Now that your number is in our system and Mr. Jeong is aware that you can call him, whenever you call him from now on, you will just be automatically transferred to his line. But, I cannot stress this enough, make sure you do not overwhelm him and please seek communication and other forms of social life in your own world.”

“Okay Steven, just transfer my call to Jae.” With only a sigh of dispute, Steven respected your wishes and soon the jazz music that quickly became familiar, welcomed you.

“Hey Y/n. How are you today?” He didn’t sound excited or in the very least, content that you were calling, even with him telling you it was okay to call today. “I’m doing okay, but how are you, you’re the one that sounds upset.” He just claimed that he was fine, and honestly, the sound of his distaste towards talking to you, broke you inside.

The conversation ended up being just like the one that occurred the day before. It was full of awkward silence, passive aggressive comments, and annoyance. You didn’t know what you were doing wrong, you didn’t think you had said something wrong, but Jaehyun was acting like you were the one who killed him, and you had no idea why.

Even if he seemed more and more upset, you never stopped calling.

“Hey Jae?” He just hummed. “Did I do something wrong?” He huffed and just responded with a simple, “No”. “Well, then why are you acting like this? I saw you in the mirror the day after the funeral, I thought you’d want to talk to me.”

You sniffled and that’s when he finally said something again, “Y/n, I never appeared in a mirror, that was your imagination. And it’s not like I don’t want to talk to you, it’s just going to be harder for you to let go and move on.”

You didn’t get why he thought you’d want to let him go and move on, he was your everything, you didn’t care how many times you’d have to say it, but you simply couldn’t stress it enough, you love him.

“You’re just tired Jaehyun. You need to get more sleep; I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

The call ended and you could feel your eye twitch a bit. Were you actually going crazy? You hadn’t left your house in weeks, you hadn’t had a normal sleep, shower, or eating schedule since Jaehyun died.

Walking to the bathroom to just wash your face of the tears you hadn’t know that fell. You turned towards the sink and placed your palms on the cold marble. A slight sting spread throughout your palms, so you pulled them from the counter, and you saw eight crescent moons made from blood.

Happening without your notice, your hands had clenched into fists so hard that your nails had made small indents into your palms.

Going ahead and washing your hands before your face, you looked at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time and you could hardly recognize the sight in front of you. The dark circles under your eyes, your skin wasn’t as vibrant, and you had lost a significant amount of weight. What happened?

That question made you giggle to yourself a bit. It was pretty funny in your opinion, it did cause you to laugh for the first time in weeks, or maybe you’re just delusional at this point. The little question was easy to answer, you lost your entire world, there wasn’t much else to say.

You kept your word to Jaehyun, you did call the next day. The only thing is, he didn’t answer.

It was now your fourth time calling Jaehyun for the day, however, there was still no answer. He shouldn’t be busy; he was supposed to be expecting your call. You were about to redial the number for the fifth time until a knock on your door was heard. You put your phone down, your hand slightly shaky as you did so. Slowly, you walked towards your front door and looked through the peephole, only to see Johnny.

You sighed as your unlocked the door, pulling it open to see Johnny smile sheepishly at you. “Y/n! How are you doing?” Did he find out that he could talk to Jaehyun too? Was that the reason Jaehyun had started to answer less and less.

Raising your right eyebrow you said, “Hello Johnny, I’m fine. How are you?”

“Y/n, no one has seen or even heard from you since the funeral, and I haven’t seen or heard from you since the day after. Are you sure you’re doing alright everyone’s worried about you, me, Jae’s mom, and the rest of the boys.”

Already irritated and only being able to think about calling Jaehyun, you started to close the door, “Yes, I said I’m fine and I would really like to be alone now.” Your voice got louder as you continued to speak. “Please leave me alone and tell everyone to stop calling. I need the line free.” Finally slamming the door and locking it, you rushed back to where you had set your phone down.

Was it possible for Jaehyun to call you? You doubted it, but just in case it was possible, you needed to make sure that your phone was always free.

Running back to your phone once you made sure Johnny had left, you couldn’t stop shaking. It had been only a couple minutes since you last tried calling but you didn’t care. He was yours; you were allowed to talk to him.

It took a few tries because you kept accidently hitting the wrong number because of how bad you were actually shaking. But finally, you tapped the last number and hit call.

It rung for a bit before you heard the groggily and almost annoyed, “Hello Y/n.”

“Why didn’t you answer?” Jaehyun sighed on the other side of the line, and you could imagine him rubbing his temples. “Y/n. I really think we need to stop doing this. We’re both in really different places right now.” You felt your breathing picking up. You had just got him back and now he was leaving you again.

“No, no, no, I need you! Don’t you understand? I can’t go on without you and I just got you back!” Tears were starting to run down your cheeks and Jaehyun just went silent for a bit. But after listening to you mumble barely audible sentences about him leaving and you needing him, he spoke up. “It would be different if we were together again Y/n, and that’s not really possible.” But it is.

It was your turn to go silent and now Jaehyun could see the gears turning in your head. “Y/n please, don’t do it. You still have your entire life ahead of you. I’m gone, but that doesn’t mean you need to follow me. Please, please, please, do not do it. Take a deep breath, we can still call as long as you don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Jaehyun was now the one who was breathing heavily and speaking quickly. But you, you on the other hand had gone eerily silent.

 “How could I ever regret something that’ll let me see you again? And what’s the point of living the rest of my life if you’re not right beside me? We could be happy again Jae.”

 “No, Y/n, you don’t understand what this means. There’s no going back, please don-" “I do understand, I love you more than anything, I can’t live without you, and I don’t want to either. I love you, so, so much. We’ll be together again soon Jaehyun.”

Hanging up before Jaehyun could say anything else to you, you pushed the end call button with your thumb. Crazed by the idea of being with Jaehyun again and being overcome with adrenaline, you started walking to the garage.

 After making sure the garage door was fully shut, you sat in you and Jaehyun’s shared car. The cool temperature of the leather on your burning skin, along with the scent of Jaehyun, you were intoxicated. Putting the key in the ignition and turning, while holding your foot on the break, the car came to life. Turning on the air conditioner, so you could be comfortably cold and leaning back, letting yourself sink into the seat.

 What you didn’t know was that Jaehyun had left his room in the hotel and sprinted down all the stairs and to the lobby, without being able to run out of breath, his question came out clearly and urgently. “Can we call someone from the world we came from?” The man with the name tag that read Steven, looked slightly down, and shook his head. “I’m afraid not, these calls are only one-way calls, meaning only one side can call, and that side is the living world.”

 About to start crying, Jaehyun tried to argue. “You don’t understand. This is an emergency. I need to call my girlfriend; I have to convince her not to do anything irrational.” Jaehyun’s eyes were wide with crazy hidden behind them.

 “I am really sorry Mr. Jeong, but there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that I can possibly do to help you reach her.”

 Finally, letting the tears slip, he sunk to his knees in the middle of the lobby of the hotel. There were quite a few newcomers that night, many of them being new to the environment, stared. Regular residents of hotel could imagine what was happening. The dead doesn’t have too much to worry about anymore, some though still held feelings and emotions for past loved ones.

 Jaehyun was asked to return to his room, as he was starting to scare the newly-deads. With puffy eyes and tousled hair from pulling at it, he curled up on his bed with the one item he was allowed to choose and bring to his new life with him, the ring he was going to propose with. That’s actually the reason he was going to be home late the night he had died. Although, if he hadn’t gone to the jeweler’s that night to buy the ring, he would be cuddling with you on your guys’ couch right now. He still doesn’t regret going to buy the ring, he loved you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and even though it wasn’t like he planned, he still got to live his life with you by his side.

 Thinking about that, he started to remember what caused these thoughts.

 Time passed differently in both worlds, Jaehyun’s seconds were slower than yours. So, what was two hours for him, was actually around four hours for you.

 With four hours passing, you were starting to fall asleep, it was harder to think straight and remember everything, but you could still remember Jaehyun. Before you couldn’t think about anything anymore, all your favorite memories replayed in your mind, there were a few that didn’t involve Jaehyun, but he still was the main star in your movie of life. The last thing you thought of wasn’t even a memory. It was what you had imagined your future with Jaehyun to be like.

Allowing one final tear to slide down your cheek, your eyes fluttered shut.