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“Ramsey.” She repeats his name as if she had said it a thousand times before, like someone she had known long before this. Yet, she didn’t recognize his face. She certainly would have remembered hauling him down to the station, or a folder with his name crossing her desk before. If she’d ever been a religious person, Naveen might have believed they had known each other in a previous life. Or maybe she was going insane as she feared she would one day. The man’s sudden appearance had shaken her to the core more than the young cop liked.

It was clear she wasn’t the only one. The streets were always crowded, people weaving in and out of each other in one of the biggest and busiest cities. If he was truly as she was now, it was only a matter of time, and when someone passes through his form, in a way she feels it too; as it had been for her so many times before.

You’ll get used to it.

As scary as it was to nearly admit aloud, she had been gone long enough that she felt almost nothing. It was terrifying at first, but now…now it felt like nothing more than a tickle. It felt like she’d given up, accepted what this was, that she’d never see the people she loved again. But why was he here, why now? For all she knew, they could have been two completely opposite people. She wanted to know why, but before the words could pass through her lips, he was gone, along with the sliver of hope she had.

It’s an hour or so later, and she’s nearly to the hospital when the man reappears. She senses it, despite the initial silence. Part of her didn’t want it to be real. If he wasn’t there, she would continue on, giving up. It was easier that way. “I’m no one. Just…another person.” She doesn’t say that she’s an officer, because she isn’t. Not anymore really. Her place should have been among the living, giving her all for an ungrateful city to be protected. “I’m Naveen.”

As soon as she speaks, he’s gone again, only to come back and disappear before it finally all stops. She’s more confused than before, but it’s apparent that he doesn’t want to be there. Neither of them do. “I’m sorry. I didn’t ask for, whatever this is either.” He didn’t want to be stuck with her, and she wanted to go back to her own life. There was no one else but them; he was the first person she’s ‘seen’ since her last day when she was taken down. “I think it’s obvious there’s no way of going separate ways. Just…please, wait….”

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Weeks passed, and they were no closer to figuring anything out than when they first met. It had taken Naveen long enough to convince the man to stop trying to leave, and simply listen to her. And every time one of them tried, they were brought back together, no matter how much they argued. They were all each other had in the moment. Anywhere one went, the other was forced to follow. She wouldn’t admit it, but with each passing day, she felt a little better that she wasn’t alone.

“I just want to try something, one more time. I know her better than anyone, I know she can feel me. We just have to try.” That’s all she’d been saying for the last few weeks. We have to try. Naveen thought she had let it go. But now, as she hurried down the sidewalk towards Alice’s shop, she felt confident that her closest friend would sense something this time. It had been months since the accident, but she knew they wouldn’t let her go that soon. “She’s the smartest person I know. I’m sure you think I’m crazy, but I need to see her. She can help us.”

It would have helped if he had been willing to tell her anything. Day after day passed and still she knew hardly anything about Ramsey, other than the fact that he had a family to get back to, just like her. Perhaps anything else was too painful to talk about, or perhaps she talked too much. She wanted to pry, to know more. Maybe he would open up, in time. After all, time was all they had until they found a way back.

The shop was on the east side of Boston. A quaint little apartment building, hard to miss and filled with weird treasures, as she called them, from all over. Naveen expected it to be the same, with dust still covering the shelves and books scattered around. She came to a stop on the steps when they arrived, peering in to notice that her friend wasn’t alone. It was the same dark haired Irishman that stopped by from time to time. Their laughter tugged at her heart, eventually bringing a sad smile to her face. “He’s been here before, quite a few times actually. And she’s happy, I’ve never seen her this happy.” It didn’t bother her that the small woman in her shop was finally happy. It was all the blonde had ever wanted for her friend.

“We should go. I’m sure there must be someone you’re wanting to check in on, hm?” She couldn’t stop the curiosity from talking over, if only to mask the sadness she felt taking hold again. “Or you could tell me what happened to you. How you ended up like this. Surely there’s something you can tell me by now? Unless you still don’t trust me.”

Ramsey wasn’t the most patient man in the world. He can’t count how many times he took Tessa to the doctor’s office, only to grow infuriated waiting any longer than ten minutes. He was a man of action after all, and the thought of staying in one place longer than he felt necessary drove him near mad. Now he was stuck here, in this strange other place, with a stranger who liked to ask questions. He didn’t blame her for being curious. God knows how long they would be stuck here, with only each other to talk to ( he couldn’t even leave her side, a theory he tested relentlessly ). And while Ramsey was all for putting up a fight, he had no intention of arguing with her about her suggestion.

He didn’t think anyone could help them in the current state they were in. Whether they were dead or not, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he did know that the way he got here wasn’t kind on him. “Let’s get this over with then, shall we?” He follows her quietly, biting his tongue on all the things he’d like to say. The house they arrived at was unfamiliar, but there was something about it that stroke a chord in him. It only got stronger once they were inside. The cabinets were all sorts of colors, old wood he’s surprised hasn’t rotted yet. The fridge looked to be some ancient relic from years past. Everything about the apartment was odd, and he had a feeling he knew just who Naveen was talking about.

“Ya’ gotta be kiddin’ me...”

He would’ve turned right back around, but the laughter that erupted from the living room stopped him. “Ya’ thought she could help us, now ya’ want t’ leave?” He shakes his head, frustration evident in the creases of his eyes. He storms past her, through the old wooden archway and into the dusty opening. Ronan is sitting there, his solemn eyes filled with rare mirth at something Alice had said, the crazy woman Ramsey hadn’t thought of as important until now. He moves close, watches Alice roughing up his brother’s hair until it stuck up in such odd places and he could do nothing else but smile. There was happiness there, but he knew his brother well enough to see the sadness that lingered. “Ronan!”

He waves his hands in front of his eyes, but there’s no recognition. There isn’t even a sign he feels him at all. “Well,” he starts, aggravation building like fire, “she’s here! Ya’ thought she could help, so let’s see what ya’ think she can do.”

It was somewhat disheartening, that he seemed to be just as confused as she was about… whatever ‘this’ was. Naveen was hoping for answers, but now she left with more questions. If anyone could have made sense of this, it was her closest friend: Alice. She needed her now more than ever. If it had been possible, Naveen would have gone home; the small, quaint place that served more as Alice’s workshop than a house, though it was still home. But time had passed, dust began to collect on the bookshelves ( something the blond always hated ), and her words fell on deaf ears.

No one could hear her, and she feared this was beginning to become permanent. If it was a dream, she would have woken up by now. Her life would have moved on, the same daily routine of warming up cold coffee and rushing to work to be on time. She would have been there to hear her best friend talk about her love of bats, or meeting Teagan at the same old cafe down the block for lunch every other week. Now, she was truly cursed, and all of it was a past memory.

She’s never been much of a good liar, something her brother always told her, but yet she still found it hard to look the man in the eyes and truthfully say how many days had passed. “So this is just a dream?” A part of her wants to reach out and touch him, just to simply see if he is real. But her hands remain at her side; she didn’t want to admit it, but if he disappeared, it meant being alone all over again. “I feel like I’ve been dreaming for a while now…” There was a small sense of hopelessness in her tone, though she quickly cleared her throat. “What’s your name?”

“Ramsey.” It felt comforting to say it, like a confirmation. Maybe a name is all he’ll have now if this isn’t a dream. But he can’t think like that. If he thought it all real, it would become real. The thought becomes repetitive once he thinks it, like a chant. Don’t make it real. With smooth steps, Ramsey shifts out of the way of a man shuffling down the sidewalk, arms struggling to carry the boxes he was holding. It was a habit. But did it matter? The moment he settles back down on the balls of his feet, a woman, shorter than him, walks through his chest as though he were nothing. There was a feeling that came along with it, like cold air that tickled in his lungs and cut his breath short. “Tha’ wasn’t feckin’ pleasant,” the words come out in an exhale.

His eyes close, tight. He doesn’t admit it, not even to himself, but there’s a childish hope in him that almost believes everything will be back to normal when they opened. But the pain he had experienced at the hands of that backstabbing snake was very real, and whether he was dead or not couldn’t be brushed aside like it didn’t exist. “Béirín,” he breathes the thought and thinks of his sister, and then he’s gone. One minute he’s there, and the next he isn’t. An hour or two goes by, maybe more. Ramsey appears behind her the next moment, standing silently. He’s dazed. Wherever he had gone, it hadn’t been his home. It had been dark and empty, and until now, he’d been unable to think or speak. For some odd reason, he’d been pulled back to her. 

“Who th’ hell are ya’?” His words are carelessly sharp, afraid. He’s never been afraid before, not like this. There’s something here that threatens finality. Whatever it is, she’s apart of it. He tries to leave again, but he only disappears. Then appears. And then again, he tries to leave only to be pulled back to the golden-haired woman as though they were to magnets. “Look, lass, as lovely as ya’ are, I don’t want t’ be saddled with ya’ for the rest of... whatever th’ hell this is.”

War: Your character and mine have been assigned to the same unit in a war. They are also battle buddies.

Lost: Your character took a wrong turn at Albuquerque - my character is going to try to guide yours home

Shipwrecked: We were on a three hour cruise, now we're the only survivors.

Zombie Apocalypse: That's it, they're done for. Might as well go down swinging right? Or maybe they can beat this thing....somehow

Medieval Court: Avoid court scandal? Is your character a prince and mine a princess from a far off court, are they courtier friends? Sky's the limit.

Revenge: Your character has called on mine to exact revenge on someone for something (npc or third character, or fourth welcome)

Absolution: Something terrible happened, and our characters were the cause. Guilt eats away at them every day. Do they find a way to make things right? Or spiral into darkness?

Broken Home: They were happy once, and then they weren't. Our characters are in an abusive relationship.

Take it and leave: Our characters are part of a hold up, are they victims or perpetrators? Worse yet - are they on opposite sides of this equation (best suited for 3+)

The Asylum: One of our characters has been deemed "mad", and the other is the assigned Physician to cure them of this madness.

Stepford: A hoity toity gated community has extended an invitation for our big wig characters to move in. What happens when the wife becomes...perfect?

Saying Goodbye: One of our characters is dying, and instead of just telling the other, they take them on a whirl wind travel tour - ticking off things on their bucket list with their best friend.

You Owe Me: Mafia families with two kids who are best friends. Merger in the making, or war?

Shackled: My character finally got caught, and the only way to save them is to have them shackled to yours for a month.

Star Struck: Our characters space craft has broken down, and life support is on the fritz. Can our character's fix the problem or will they die in space?

Glitz and Glam: Personal assistant to the rising Star. Are they friends? or do they hate each? Are they lovers?

The Crash: 30's Depression Au

I'm Sorry: My character feels guilty for being behind the wheel during the accident that left yours in the hospital.

Drunken Mistakes: Did they get married? What's going on? Our characters can't remember and have to piece together the night before.

Dark Siders: Flip character alignments

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

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Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift

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Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.

Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another

Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other

Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.

Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight

Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present

Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other

Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.

~CUTSIE ONES~

A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse.

Cuddles: Our muses cuddling.

Mmph!: Our muses accidentally kissing.

A Little Messy!: Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.

Hold Me...: Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.

I Kind Of...: My muse confessing that they love yours.

~FEELSY ONES~

Don't Leave Me!: Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.

Better Me Than You: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.

Goodbye: My muse dying in your muse's arms.

A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.

“Taron Egerton, man. He kills this shit. He looks so great as Robin Hood, that fucking jawline. Good-looking motherfucker. (…)And I go: That’s not fair; look that good, act that good.”—Jamie Foxx

Hurricane - MS MR

Some claimed it was a mistake, the wrong place at the wrong time. Those who knew otherwise said nothing at all, for fear of retaliation. “Make it look like an accident.” Words muttered from the lips of dirty cops, with blood on their hands and mob money filling their pockets, cost her everything. That was what happened when someone got too close to things they shouldn’t. Naveen Hayes knew more than some that the streets were cold and ruthless. She was the ‘rookie’ at the station, but that had never stopped her from giving her all. If it had, if she’d taken some desk job pushing papers, she might not have ended up in front of a car that night.

Growing up in Boston, you learned quickly that unless you lived on the richer side of town, things never came easy. With parents who hardly had time for their children, it fell to Naveen’s brothers to keep everything in place. It was Teagan pushing her to follow her dreams, and Hagan telling stories and tales of death and what came after, just to scare the little sister he’d never much cared for. Both had gravitated toward the medical field, and when her time came to join the police force, it has been Teagan encouraging her, despite the worry he felt for her safety and the lack of faith that half of Boston had for the cops in the city these days.

If she had listened to his first objections, she might not have ended up wandering the streets aimlessly as she did now. And if this wasn’t death, it was close enough. Life continued on, and yet hers stood still. 

Maybe Hagan was right; maybe she really was dead, and this was some cursed afterlife from one of his stupid stories.That’s what Naveen had finally convinced herself after days passed by as if she were ghost everyone around her; though something was different that day. She’d taken notice of a man who looked to be lost. It wasn’t that uncommon to take a wrong turn in a big city. But the longer she watched, the more it felt like looking into a mirror. She couldn’t hide the shock when he looked at her and spoke up.

“Y-yes, I can see you. But I’m guessing you’re having a hard time getting the attention of anyone else around here… How long has it been like this for you?”

None of this could be real. He didn’t feel real. He couldn’t feel the wind that blew or the sun that shined. The people that walked by him might’ve brushed him on the shoulder, might’ve sidestepped him if they had any sense, but truthfully, they walked by and walked through. He wasn’t there to them. But the radio in the cafe at the corner of the street played the husky voice of Stevie Nicks, hypnotizing music that danced down the streets; and the children on the pavement drew colorful doodles on the concrete. Life carried on.

If this was death, he didn’t want it. Ramsey was a physical person by nature, and to not be able to feel... to not be able to touch? Perhaps it was hell after all. Some would say he deserved it. “I ain’t sure what yer gettin’ at here, love,” he raises his hand as if to stop her from saying anymore. “If yer about t’ tell me yer an angel or some demon t’ explain death to me, I don’t wanna hear it.” It was a dream of some sort. He had one like this before when he’d been younger and more inclined to believe in superstition; it happened after they left Ireland, and the burns on his skin, from the fire he’d started, we’re still fresh and raw. In the dream, life had moved on without him, and his siblings were happier without his presence. A constant, nagging fear he’ll never be rid of.

But then... who was she? He was almost certain he had never seen her before. Dream or not, she shouldn’t be here. Neither of them should. “What d’ya mean when ya’ ask how long I’ve been here?” What was here? “Ya’ say that as if you’ve been here longer than a dream.”