#make it right

in a moment of clarity dean, even as corrupted he is—

(Alysa Liu x masc artist! reader)

Summary: You and Alysa were once highschool sweethearts but just a month after graduating, pressure and diverging paths pulled you two apart. Now four years later...Alysa stays busy, fully immersed in skating and the life she's built for herself. You on the other hand, took the risk of pursuing music full time and it's paid off, your career's rising fast despite the fact your heart never moved on. One night, your two worlds collide again.

A/N: hey guys! i’m sorry this took literally forever to get out but it’s finally here!! I lowkey didn’t know if this would technically be considered the prologue or just part one but whatever, prologue AND part one it is! Let me know how you guys like it, feedback is ALWAYS appreciate! Much love😽

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You didn’t expect to fall in love your first year in Oakland.

Moving to California halfway through the year meant you were already behind on everything atleast in the social aspect. Everyone had their friend groups and their routines. You didn’t see a point in trying to force yourself into a group of friends, you kept to yourself anyways so you let the days pass without putting too much weight on them.

Most of your time went somewhere else anyway. You always had your headphones on, walking to class, sitting outside, during lunch. You’d rewind parts of songs over and over, looking for small details, observing how things were layered, why a section in a song hit the way it did. If you weren’t doing that you were messing around on your laptop, putting together little snippets and saving random ideas you told yourself you’d come back to later. It kept you mostly distracted, of course you still noticed people but no one interesting enough to notice twice.

Until you started noticing her.

It wasn’t instant, not like you saw her once and suddenly became fixated. You’d catch her in passing, once in the hallway, another time outside, then again in class. She was easy to pick out, not because she was loud or trying to be noticed but because she looked like she didn’t have to try at all.

You never spoke to her, didn’t plan to either. You just recognized her when she walked into a room. Until one day, when you were outside during lunch, sitting on the edge of a bench with your laptop open and one earbud in. You were looping the same five seconds of a song for the past five minutes, your fingers tapped lightly against your leg to the rhythm.

“You always listen to the same part like that?” You paused and glancing up to see it was her. You blinked once like your brain needed a second to catch up then paused the song. “What?” She nodded toward your laptop. “I’ve watched you replay that part like three times already, I was just curious as to why.” You looked back at your screen for a second and shrugged. “It’s the best part.” She then stepped closer and sat down beside you, leaning just enough to glance at the screen. “What makes it the best part?”

You hesitated for a second not because you didn’t have an answer, but because no one really asked you that. She stayed there, asking you random questions like what you were listening to, what kind of music you liked, why you moved, if you always kept to yourself like this. And you answered, not a lot and definitely not all at once. But enough that she came back the next day and the day after that. Then she just started sitting next to you more, walking with you sometimes.

“Remember me when you’re famous.” she said once, half joking after you showed her a snippet you made entirely by yourself at home, recording each instrument part played by yourself.

By the time the school year started coming to an end, being around her felt normal. Then summer came and you went back to New York for most of it. You thought maybe distance would help give you space, possibly help you get over your nagging crush on your best friend.

But it didn’t and if anything, it made it worse. You guys had constant late night calls that stretched longer than they probably should’ve, random texts about nothing, sending eachother things throughout the day just because it reminded you of the other. And by the time you got back to California, she was already waiting outside the airport.

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Your second year felt way different.

Something about being away gave you space to figure yourself out, things like how you dressed, and how you carried yourself. You came back more comfortable and more settled into yourself. It fit you a lot better and you figured out that the people around you started to notice that pretty soon after too... you just didn’t suspect that Alysa was the first to notice.

Things shifted after that, she stood closer, touched you more without thinking about it, looked at you for half a second longer than usual. One afternoon after leaving school you ended up at her house, laying across her bed, watching a series you had both found interest in.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” she asked suddenly, her voice sounding just the slightest bit quieter than usual

For a second you thought you misheard her, your head turned fast, eyes landing on her as your brain tried to catch up. “What?”

She shrugged like it was nothing, and glanced away. “I don’t know. You just seem like you haven’t.” You were quiet for a moment then remembered that not responding at all would probably make it more awkward than it already was. “Uhm no… I haven’t.. but what do you mean I seem like I haven’t?” you question playfully, trying to seem unfazed by the question. Alysa turned her head to look at you now, studying your reaction a little more closely than before, “Really?”. You try to shrug it off as nonchalantly as possible, “Yeah really, why?”

“Nothing,” she said, but there was a small smile on her face now, like she found your reaction more interesting than your answer. “Me neither.” A small pause settled between the two of you and for a second no one said anything. You could feel your heart literally beating out of your chest and you were half convinced she would probably be able to see it too, your thoughts were also moving faster than your expression let on.

“We should practice.”

You let out a short breath that was like a weird inbetween of a laugh and a sigh, then looked away for a second, fully expecting her to laugh and yell out “just kidding!” when you looked back but she didn’t.

“So it’s not awkward later… you know, when we actually have girlfriends.” she quickly added to maybe make it seem more casual, like something every two best friends did. You raise your head to look at her from staring down at your fidgeting hands, “…as friends?”

“Obviously.” she said like she didn’t even want to allow the thought of the kiss as something other than friends come to mind. You huffed quietly, sitting up a little just to give yourself something to do. “You’re weird.”

“But you’re thinking about it.” You looked at her again, holding her gaze for a second longer this time. “…no I’m not.” you attempt to argue back, evident redness in your cheeks but she raises an eyebrow, ”You definitely are!”

“…fine,” you say after a second, a lot quieter now. “But if it’s bad, it’s on you!” Her smile widened just a little as she scooted closer to you, “It won’t be.” And when you leaned in and your hand found her arm, when your lips met… it didn’t really feel like practice or whatever it was even supposed to feel like at all. You pulled back slightly, your eyes flicking to hers where there was another pause. “…again?” she asked, quieter.

You didn’t answer… just leaned in again.

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After that, everything else came pretty easy. There was no big confession, no planned out moment. “You like me,” she said to you one day, smiling. You looked at her then nodded. “…yeah”

She held your gaze. “I like you too.” And that was it, from there it became you and her. You two walked to every class together, she wore your clothes like they were hers, you waiting for her after practice… sometimes even staying longer with her in attempt to learn how to skate. And you grew up together like that, obviously it wasn’t perfect but it didn’t need to be.

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By senior year, there wasn’t much you hadn’t figured out about each other. One night, you were parked somewhere quiet after a late night drive, a bag of fast food placed between you. You two had gotten into the backseat for some more space… now your legs were stretched out as you passed fries back and forth, your shared playlist playing quietly through your car’s slightly busted speakers.

Alysa was mid sentence about something, school or practice most likely while you half listened.. focusing more on her expression and facial features than what she was actually saying. “Ugh you hate me! you’re not even listening,” she said, pushing your shoulder lightly. “I am!” you exclaimed, reaching into the bag again. “You said” you paused, thinking for a second before shrugging. “Something about practice.” She rolled her eyes but was still unable to resist smiling. “I can’t stand you.” You give her a fake offended expression “Wow Lys! that’s a new one”.

“Oh shut up.” She says rolling her eyes at you. You smile slightly, leaning back against the seat. The conversation drifted after that, slowing naturally into comfortable silence. Alysa looked at you first. You caught it out of the corner of your eye, turning your head slightly, “What?”. “Nothing,” she said but didn’t look away. You held her gaze for a second then reached over, brushing your hand against her waist before pulling her closer.

The kiss was familiar, the same one you two would always both melt into. She shifted toward you without hesitation, one hand coming up to your jaw, the other pressing lightly against your shoulder to steady herself. You leaned into it, slow at first then deeper. The bag of food got pushed off to the side as she climbed into your lap. You both stopped momentarily staring into eachother’s eyes, your forehead brushing hers for a second before you leaned in again. You felt her smile against your lips before she finally kissed you again. The windows around you guys fogged a little, your music still playing low in the background until you two finally pulled away from eachother after what felt like forever, breathing heavily.

You definitely wished it was forever.

-—-

The last night was at your place. Your room was quiet and dim, the only light coming from the street outside slipping through your window. You were both laying in your bed, facing each other this time. The conversation from earlier still lingered somewhere in the background. Alysa’s hand rested lightly against your shirt, fingers barely gripping the fabric like she didn’t want you to get up and leave her. You didn’t move, you were never planning to, instead you shifted closer… your arm wrapping around her and pulling her into you. She tucked her head under your chin so her face was pressed into the crook of your neck, your hand resting against her back. You pressed your face lightly into her hair, closing your eyes. She shifted just slightly, closer if that was even possible, like she was trying to stay there as long as she could.

No words were said for the rest of the time. Then at some point, your thoughts faded and your grip loosened just enough as sleep finally caught up to you and your body settled fully against hers. You fell asleep like that… holding her.

When you woke up your room was quiet, your arm was still stretched out beside you but it wasn’t around anyone anymore. The space next to you was empty, the sheets still slightly wrinkled where she was laying. You blinked slowly, your mind taking a second to catch up. Then you sat up and realized her stuff was gone… no hoodie thrown over your chair, no shoes by the door, nothing left behind like a sign she’d just went to the bathroom and would be back any second. You quickly grab and turn on your phone, your favorite picture of her smiling at a little toy she’d gotten from a blind bag displaying on your lockscreen, nothing. No texts. No miss calls.

The events and conversation from last night finally came back to you. You stared at your phone, at the picture of her, almost waiting to see if something from her would appear but nothing ever did. Not a year or even three after.

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did anyone else have any problems reading this?!? while I was writing my screen randomly got super blurry and wet idk it was really weird…

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!

We have a fresh start ahead of us to make this world a better place where everyone can be treated well and live a great life... let's make the changes needed to make this a reality... together, we can do this, and together, we must do this!!!

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Director New Siwaj: By the numbers

Years as a Director: 10

Total series filmed & aired/airing currently: 28

Average # of series per year: 2.8

Serials (made of multiple series): 7

Series with more than 12 episodes: 8

Average # of series with New per actor: 2.7

# of repeat actors: 85* (65%)

# of repeat actors if we include upcoming series: 90*

# of repeat actors if we add shows with New in the production: 97*

Highest repeat performances: 12 (Soodyacht)

Leads across multiple CPs w/New: 9

When I say Thai BL has Two Degrees from New Siwaj, I am not kidding. I can usually make it to any Thai artists’ MDL in 1-6 clicks if I start on New.

He may not be YOUR favorite. You may not enjoy his series. You may not enjoy how he plays fast and loose with his filming and editing schedules. He may only have 1 or 2 series out of the 28 he’s directed you actually enjoy. And that’s fine. I don’t think I’ve even watched half of his series.

But pretending this man is a monster of a director who you should fear your bias getting cast with is insane. Especially when there are multiple reports of awful directoes, like the male Director Golf that GMMTV had to fire and Offroad getting bullied on the set of Century of Love.

He is one of the founding fathers of Thai BL. You name an actor, odds are he’s been on a production with them or someone they work with. You name an active production this year and he has directed at least one, if not more, of the actors in it.

His series attract enough funding to sustain more than 12 episodes or a continuation as a serial.

His actors come back to him time and time again, and with new CPs, because of how kind and generous of a director he is. To the point he’s told some of them to go grow with other directors.

You don’t have to like him, but you cannot diminish his influence or reach or his foundational place in Thai BL.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Summary: He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.

AN: This was requested by this lovely anon. I've written Dean returning from Purgatory, so here is Dean returning from Hell in season 4, but with a twist…my first venture into A/B/O! Sorry if I didn’t get the dynamics quite right, I’m still learning this one. 😘

(@luci-in-trenchcoats Thank you for the encouragement! 💜)

Word Count: 4,300

Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, A/B/O dynamics, angst, mentions of torture, PTSD, and hurt/comfort.

You could’ve wept with relief.

You nearly did. Instead, you shuddered as his tongue swept along the fresh mark near the back of your neck.

A mark that claimed you as his.

Chapter two- Hauting for Home

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Paring: Astrid Deetz x Fem!Ghost!Reader

Warnings: Mentions death, a bit angsty, bad writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 3k+

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while to make. I was busy on the weekend; however, I found time to finally finish the chapter for you all! I really do hope you guys enjoy this one! I will try to get a specific schedule for updates on certain stories. If you guys are wondering about updates for 'Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours,' I will try to update that as soon as possible. I will also be doing a couple drabbles on different characters and or drabbles of characters I've already written for. I would also like to thank you guys so much for all the support you all have been showing me! I am so thankful and grateful for each and every one of you! Thank you so much for every like, reblog, and comment, it means a lot to me!

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"You talked to my dad?!" Astrid had exclaimed with an amused smile on her face. There it was, that twinkle in her eye that you had missed so much. She hadn't been very happy recently, with you not around and everything else in her life that had been happening.

"Yeah, when I had first died. I got sent to the immigration office, and what do you know? There he was behind the glass. He's just as kind as you always told me he'd be. Surprisingly, he immediately recognized me. He told me that he had been watching after you and practically watched our love 'blossom,' as he put it." The two of you continued walking outside.

You couldn't help but think about how people must be seeing this. Astrid looked as if she were talking to herself from an outside perspective. Aware of her past, you knew people had a tendency to bully her, so when nearing Miss Shannon's School for Girls, you tried to get her to talk as much so that others wouldn't look at her funny. So, you took up most of the time on the way there, talking as much as she could so that she didn't have time to talk. Which was odd because she was usually the one who'd talk while you'd listen.

"He said he liked me, which is a relief. Sometimes, I feel like your mom is more confused but is trying to be supportive. I mean, remember when I had first come over, and she started talking about how she too 'experimented' as she said. Anyway, that isn't the point. I met your dad, and we actually frequently visited you together. It's funny, sometimes we'd bond over how much we missed you."

Astrid's eyes had furrowed as she had begun to notice that every time she began or wanted to speak, you only spoke faster, almost sputtering out information. A frown tugged at your lips as she had caught on.

"I just don't want people to look at you even more weirder than they already do. If you're talking to yourself, they'll find that an easy target. Try...putting on some headphones and pretending you're on the phone? Or you can just put your phone up to your ear?"

She smiled as she took her phone out of her pocket and brought it up to her ear.

"Thanks, you're right. So, what else did he say about me? Did you see my grandfather? What's the afterlife like?" Astrid felt like she had a million different questions to ask.

"Your dad says he's proud of you and that he sees himself in you all the time. As for your grandpa, no. I mean, I feel as if it's harder to find him since he did lose his head to a shark. The afterlife is a bit weird. I can't tell you much about it since I haven't exactly crossed over. I basically only know what headquarters and a few shops look like. I mean, there's a 'Soul Train' which essentially takes you to the 'Great Beyond,' but I never went because I don't want to risk not being able to watch over you."

You grabbed Astid's shoulders, moving beside her to walk toward the street end of the sidewalk. Even though you were dead, the sidewalk rule never really left you, even while Astrid couldn't even see you.

"Yeah, I figured. I almost can't believe that a shark bite ended his life, I knew my family wasn't normal, but we can't even have a somewhat normal death? The Great Beyond, huh? Soul Train is a clever name though. Does no one know what's on the side?"

"I mean, I've never seen someone leave then come back from the train in the full year, almost two years that I've been here. I'm not taking the risk and crossing anyway, I can't lose you again after we just got back to each other."

"You're right..." Her eyebrows furrowed, her attention on the sidewalk as they continued to walk. She thought to herself for a moment before speaking again.

"So, you don't have any ghost tricks you learned?"

"Of course, you'd ask that, would you be disappointed in me if I said I didn't?"

"I mean, you've been gone for a year almost two, I'd expect you to know at least something to make me feel better for all the time you've been gone."

"Okay, uhhh... I can walk through walls and, I guess, float a bit."

"That sounds like every other ghost."

"Just because i'm a ghost doesn't mean I have super powers, Astrid."

"Just saying."

"I mean, I do have this nasty scar from the accident." You lowered your shirt neckline, showing the scar on the lower part of your neck. Astrid winced at the scar before looking away.

"Right. Weird how all it took was one neck twist for you to die.

"Well, it's more like my neck twisted as if I was a cartoon character that got punched, and my head began spinning-"

"Ew, shut up. Don't talk about it like it's something light."

"I'm sorry, you're right."

It was silent for a bit as you guys walked into the school, Astrid opened one of the doors while you phased right through the other door. Astird put her phone back into her pocket as she walked upstairs and past the other students. You followed after her, your eyebrows furrowing at the other students nearby her dorm. Some of them whispering to each other while giggling.

That's when Astrid opened her dorm room's door, a bedsheet attached to the ceiling by a rope coming straight towards her. The bedsheet makes out a ghost with a 'Boo' sign in its chest area. Astrid stumbled back before turning around and looking at the other girls, who began to burst out into laughter behind her.

"When you're all driving carpool and banging your pilates instructor to fill the empty voids in your life, we'll see who gets the last laugh."

The girls smiles and laughs quickly died as she finished speaking. Astrid turned around as she went into her room, shutting the door behind her. You smiled proudly, a laugh escaping you as you saw the looks on the girls faces as they disburst from Astrid's door.

"Witty as always." You said as you phased through her dorm room's door. The make-shift ghost on the ceiling startling you a bit as you had almost 'ran' into it. Sometimes you forget you're a ghost even if it's been a year.

"They have not toned down with the comments? You had always been careful about this topic, not wanting to bring it up too much with Astrid.

"No." It was a simple and straightforward answer that made you not want to question further. A part of you felt angry that you were helpless to all of it now that you're dead. You had gotten so used to defending her against everyone but now your words would only fall on deaf ears.

You sighed as you plopped yourself onto her dorm room's bed, thinkiing for a moment on how to steer away the conversation of bullying that she obviously did not want to talk about.

"Did you hear that my sister's pregnant? I know that I shouldn't bother looking over them since they're perfectly fine.."

"I'm not surprised."

"She's naming the baby after me."

"God, that's ridiculous! Naming their kid after a relative who isn't even dead yet-" Astrid's voice faltered for a moment. The fact that you were dead and have been for almost two years was still a punch in the gut after all this time.

"That's what I said, baby." You offered her a small smile as you played into the bit that you were still alive for Astrid. She still wanted to make her at least feel a bit better.

'Baby.'

Your words - and your smile, even if it was for her benefit - just made Astrid's heart twist further in her chest.

"You're killing me here."

"Why?" Your head tilted to the side as you looked at her.

"Because you're supposed to be dead." Her voice came out in a strangled whisper as she looked down at the papers scattered on her desk.

You bit your lip, you didn't want to show that what Astrid had said hurt you. Even if you were dead, you still had emotions and feelings. You paused for a moment before deciding to drop the topic.

"So, they're having a baby shower. You should go."

"Oh god, a baby shower? Is it too late to make you disappear again?" Her face had immediately scrunched up with distaste at the idea of being forced to go to a baby shower - especially your self-centered sister's baby shower where she'd name her child after you for her own gain.

"Come on, you couldn't see me for a whole year, and now that you're finally able to, you already want to get rid of me? That's cold, babe, even for you. Even for me who's dead cold. Get it? Huh? Dead cold. Because i'm dead? And i'm cold now because I have no blood. No? Okay."

"Oof, that was horrible." She said as she shook her head and grumbled in response.

"Come on, admit you missed me. I heard all your late-night talks that you thought weren't reaching my ears."

"I did miss you - I've missed you for a whole year." She confessed, sounding a bit surprised by her own confession. The room fell silent, the weight of everything that had happened falling onto the both of them. Neither of them wanted to address it, though, they didn't want to have to deal with it now.

"Did you ever-" She paused for a moment as she thought of the right words to say, "When I'd lay in your bed and mope, were you just...watching me?"

"No, I hated that. I'd still do what I would've done if I were alive. I tried holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear that never got to you."

"Sweet nothings, huh?" She teased, which earned an eye roll from you. Again, the room had fell silent as the two were lost in thought before Astrid spoke again, breaking the silence.

"How bad did it hurt?"

"Uh.. Well... I just remember being on the ground one second, then in the air the next. I landed, and well- You know what. It had hurt for that second that I was alive, but it had been an instant death if anything."

Having to talk about your death wasn't an easy topic. It was a reminder of how quick you had lost it all. The blood in your system, the beat of your heart, Astrid. The sight of you nervously fidgeting with your own fingers made Astrid's heart ache.

"I hate that." She muttered, her voice coming in strained, almost as if she was forcing herself to get the words out.

"I'm sorry." Your words were mumbled as she continued to fidget with your fingers, now more anxiously than before. The apology caused Astrid to shut her eyes, trying to hold herself together. She felt that now was not the time to start breaking down.

"Don't. Don't apologize." She had almost snapped at you as she opened her eyes to shoot a glare at you.

"Okay." You were never one to go against her word, you didn't want to start a fight. Especially not now. All you could do was bring up one of your hands, beginning to gently pull on the hairs on the back of your neck as you avoided Astrid's eyes.

"Is that a nervous habit of yours now? Pulling your hair." She asked as she reached her hand out idly to brush your hair out of your eyes.

"I had gotten it when I first reached the afterlife. When you watch the people you love hurting, and all you can do is ghost around them..." Your voice had faltered, forcing yourself to clear your throat and then begin to speak again.

"You feel so helpless. Watching everyone who used to be around you and love you so miserable about your death. It makes you feel guilty but, most of all, useless. There's no way to hold, touch, talk to, comfort them... It's hard."

The room had fallen silent after your words. Astrid's fingertips gently brushed along the back of your head - tracing the place that you usually pulled at. She let her hand rest there, trying to keep you from pulling at your hair again.

"How cold am I?"

Your words made Astrid pause for a moment. Leaning closer to you as she wrapped an arm around her now ghost girlfriend. The chill of your skin made her shiver involuntarily - but Astrid tried not to show the way her body automatically wanted to shy away from the cold.

"Really damn cold. It's like you're an ice cube almost." Her words a mumble as she got closer to you, laying next to you as she rested her head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry that I'm not warm anymore." Your own words come out as a mumble as well, instinctively, your head rests on her shoulder.

"I know you don't much like when it's really cold. I thought I was keeping myself with this sweater but now that someone's actually able to touch me, I realize it's doing nothing for me."

"Gosh, you don't have to apologize for that. At least you're here." She pulled you closer against her, her arms wrapping around your waist - burtying her face into your shoulder, even if your skin was freezing and caused a slight burn against her own warm skin. She ignored the way that her body had involutarily shivered at the contact - focusing instead on the fact that her girlfriend was here.

"Barely." You mumbled quietly as you gently pulled away from your girlfriend, knowing that you were probably burning Astrid's skin with your own cold, dead skin that was now a pale blue hue.

"Don't be like that. You're talking as if you have no more hope."

"Death has a way of doing that."

Astrid let out a quiet huff at your words. Her eyes flickered back and forth from you and her own hands that were now gripped tightly on her bedding - but in the next moment, she let go. Almost as if with a full burst of speed, she darted to you. Her arms wrapping around your body, hauling you into her bed in a tight, crushing embrace.

"Astrid-" You had said in surprise and protest. You knew that you were cold. Dead. The cold would burn Astrid at one point, and you didn't want that. Not when you used to be alive and warm for her. You used to keep her warm and now you can only burn her with your icy dead skin.

"Don't even think about complaining. I don't care if you're cold." Astrid snapped as she held you impossibly close against her. Her body shivered once again as your cold skin was like a bucket of cold water dumped over her body - but she ignored the cold, focusing on the sensation of her girlfriend in her arms.

A frown had tugged at your lips, knowing that eventually, Astrid would get too cold, but after a year of being a lone ghost who watched your loved ones move on or suffer because of you, you couldn't help but be a little selfish. Your arms wrapped around her as tightly as you could.

You missed your girlfriend so much. Watching over her for a year, her suffering for a full year over your death, had done a number on you. You'd cry if you could, but all you felt was this deep internal sadness. You had no heartbeat, you had no blood to warm your body, you had no tears to shed from your dry eyes. Your chest was the most still it had ever been, you had no air to breathe anymore.

It had begun to feel like too much for the both of them. Being this close to each other after a year of thinking they'd never be able to have contact again, feeling each other's skin despite the feeling of a small burning on her own skin from your own. It was almost enough to make Astrid cry.

The cold was beginning to seep into her skin - making her shiver and leaving her skin prickled. But Astrid wouldn't - couldn't - let go of you. Not when it had been a year since she was able to hold you. You had only frowned as you held her tighter. A small hiss escaped Astrid from the cold contact as she tried to get herself impossibly closer to you.

"Damn it, it's getting too cold." She hissed, speaking between clenched teeth as she tried to bury her face into your shoulder further.

"Warm up with the blankets, I'll just lay beside you. I promise I won't disappear." You pulled away, gently moving Astrid off of yourself as you carefully pulled her bedsheets over her body. When you finished tucking her in, you lay beside her, admiring every detail you could land your eyes on.

She only huffed a bit, feeling oddly petulant about the fact that she had to let go of you However, she did as she was told. A small shiver rattled her body as her eyes locked onto yours. She managed to mumble something incohereently as she reached for you, trying to tug you close again.

"Too cold, baby. Just give it a moment. I'm here, you see me." You tried to reassure her as you gently tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

'Baby.' The soft nickname only made her want to pull you close again, but she knew that you were right. Her body was cold - skin still pricked and burned from being in contact with her girlfriend. She snuggled further into the bedding, her hand gently reaching out to yours. Linking her own pinky with yours, causing you to smile. Her eyes looked into yours as if asking if it was okay to which you had nodded.

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