tv show: being human

Reasons to stay alive: 

- I can’t know what the future brings and i don’t want to throw away my chance to see it

- dead people can’t laugh and i don’t want to give up my chance to laugh, even if i don’t have much to laugh about right now

- I can and will learn to love being alive 

- my pets wouldn’t understand why i’m not coming home

- the moon is beautiful and yes, even small things like that are reason enough to not kill myself

- in a year or two or maybe ten, i’ll be thankful that i stayed alive, even if i don’t think so right now

-  there are so many books i didn’t read yet, songs i didn’t hear yet, movies i didn’t watch yet, conversations i didn’t have yet 

- my future friends i didn’t even meet yet will be happy i do

- my depression can go f*ck itself

- one day, i’ll be covered in tattoos and love my skin 

-  dead people can’t go to concerts

- i deserve to be alive 

- my favorite band members would want me to 

- i can just accept my suicidal thoughts as something i do not need to act on. I’ll distract myself. I can want to die but i do not need to act on it.

-  life has music and music is a pretty amazing thing

- so what if all i ever achieve in life is watching a whole tv show in 3 days? I still have value as a human being and i deserve to be alive!

-  there are reasons to stay alive. Even when my mental illness keeps me from seeing them, they’re still there.

-  a bad day is no reason to end my life. Even a lot of bad days in a row are not a reason to end my life. Better days will come!

- maybe one day my story will inspire somebody else to stay alive

- i know i can do good in the world and i will not throw away my chance to

- staying alive itself is a brave thing to do and reason to be proud of myself

2 in 1 shot by shot

I did a “shot by shot” of the “2 in 1” promo.  I slowed it down to .25 speed and played it on my HD 24 in screen.  I’ll list the shots w/ my commentary in italics

1. old house door – the one Kelly is in?
2. Dean slices his hand for spell – his watch is evident in multiple shots later
3. Crowley’s hand reaching out of his grave – personally, I find this a ‘standard’ shot used in many TV genre TV shows (Buffy, Being Human, etc… ) not some “property of Dean Winchester” shot.  
4. Mystery Figure w/ guns:

thoughts: Later we see him shooting a gun REMARKABLY similar to Dean’s. OTOH, where’s the bowlegs?  Also, does this person have a slight paunch?  My first instinct is JDM. But he’s so very skinny these days.  Still, JDM wants Jensen to direct him.  Jensen is directing in S13 – likely the 3rd episode (as always) and we could still be in the Other World at that point.  So… JDM could be in as many as 4 episodes and Jensen gets to direct him.  But… it’s a stretch.  Alternatively, there could be some temporal phenomenon going on and this is Dean after years in the Other World (again….. the shoulder to hip ratio is definitely NOT Sam and doesn’t really look Jensen).  Bobby?  I know Bobby may have been sent elsewhere two years ago.  But Jim Beaver is either trolling us hard or that is not Bobby.  So… I’m going 1) JDM, 2) Bobby, 3) young John, 4) Dean, or 5) “other”.
5. Lawrence House staircase – likely in the past
6. Dean w/ cutup leg – bowlegs evident
7. Someone washing off a grisly looking claw device
8. Dean wired up in the Bunker for a mind trip. Note, bunker lights are fully ON.
9. Baby crib in what looks like a 1960’s living room - did Cas hide Kelly in the past?
10. Cas by pristine lake
11. BMoL red shirts grabbing guns in their compound
12. Black & White picture of Lucifer coming out of Crowley’s early lair (the New York asylum)
13. Cas reaching up with a finger to touch someone at the old house by the lake
14. Kelly, pregnant, in comfy bed
15. Luci swirling a lock of Rowena’s hair in a fancy room w/ blood on the chair – it sure implies he got her
16. Somebody depressing a detonator switch
17. Mystery Man walking
18. Ketch calling either Sam or Dean’s phone – looks like they are in the motel room based on placemat
19. Dean crying
20. Sam closing his eyes (with emotion) in BMoL compound, Jody in background
21. More Mystery Man walking, this time towards a prone Cas
22. Satellite photo of a city with a spot marked in the center
23. Kelly painting baby’s room
24. Mystery Man walking towards prone Cas, firing over Cas’ head at some other target – gun looks just like the one Dean uses in the promo
25. Other World Sam with shocked face
24. Bloody footprint on wood floor
25. Other World Dean with shocked face
26. Dean’s hand w/ Enochian brass knuckles
27. Dean pointing to blueprint along the curved wall (perhaps under the telescope level)?
28. Hand-cuffed Lady Toni w/ancient MoL gear attached to modern tablet
29. Dead-looking bloody dude – I agree it’s a random hunter
30. 4 spires in Other World w/ rocks and three dead dude – one non-human sitting, two prone
31. Jody’s picture on a cell phone w/ her Sioux Falls location
32. Lucifer looking at someone
33. Sam and Dean, looking tired and sweaty, sitting on the ground next to a curved wall with a relatively shallow portion smashed out. Laterns and emergency power evident. Empty bottle of scotch. – Looks like “smash our way out doesn’t work”.
34. BMoL conference room
35. Jodi’s truck moving quickly
36. Cas looks out of old house window
37. Bloody Dean face – he looks satisfied
38. Ketch goes flying in MoL Bunker, across the table, the lights are on like normal.
39. Ketch w/ snub gun, bleeding
40. Ketch appears injured in upper arm/shoulder, in continuation of fight.
41. Electronic evesdropping display
42. Jody at BMoL compound
43. Spell bowl lights up
44. Ketch’s phone says “Lester’s down. Who’s next.”
45. Mary’s face showing shock in Other World
46. Kelly in bed.
47. Cas touching Dean w/ two fingers & glowing thing is happening in old house
48. Sam looks stunned (in old house)
49. Cas says “you” to Mystery Man in Other World

Comments based on all sources (this promo, regular promo, pictures, and BTS):

Scene locations:
- MoL Bunker w/out power, motel, MoL Bunker WITH power, BMoL compound
- Old house, Other World

Action sequences:
- Looks like it’s Dean vs Ketch & I think Dean wins
- Sam seems to be at the BMoL compound
- Dean seems to be recovering Mary
- The boys & Lady Toni use a spell to get out of the Bunker
- They boys are in a motel room plotting
- The boys & Mary are recovered and in the Bunker talking about Lucifer
- Cas & Kelly have some quiet moments at the Lake House
- Sam, Dean and I think Lucifer show up at the Lake House – I’m struggling with the two different cribs (one in a 60’s living room, one in nephilim baby’s bedroom… neither are Sams’)
- Otherworld has two sequences – one w/ Luci, Cas, Sam, Dean & Mary and the other w/ Cas and Mystery Man

Theories:
- We aren’t in Kansas anymore in Otherworld. Doesn’t look Oz but it looks different (future, different realm, don’t know)
- There may be temporal thing going on – and/or a time shift

When people call me racist and homophobic because i don’t ship W*stallen, S*percorp and K*rolsen:

(i hate writing stuff using * but i’m just trying not to mess with the search)

bitch take a look and my otps

Richonne

Originally posted by monochromestripes

Bonenzo

Originally posted by ogstydiashipper

Malec

Originally posted by magnusizzy

Zude

Originally posted by fuckyeahhitthefloor

Namaya

Originally posted by alwayzraven

Glaggie

Originally posted by maggiegreenenetwork

Kalagang

Originally posted by ravenclavw

Sanvers

Originally posted by eternalsanvers

Brunol

Originally posted by tinyweirdloves

Evak

Originally posted by justleavemebreathless

Scira

Originally posted by alishaboes

so, as you can see, it’s not a matter of poc or homosexual couples i ship where i see chemistry. 

We are not homophobics if we ship a straight or/and white couple. We ship them because we see something in them as we see things in gay or poc couples. I’m not spreading hate over the ships i don’t ship. But these days, i’ve been called racist, homophobic (ME, WHO HELPED A FAMILY MEMBER TO COME OUT TO HIS MOTHER, DAMN TUMBLR), dump, stupid etc. Enough with this kind of bullying, for real. People express their opinion and i respect that. But don’t insult human beings you don’t even know, over TV shows. It’s supid, toxic and disrespectful. Racism and homophobia aren’t selective characteristics. You are or you are not. People ship what they wanna ship. You don’t have the right to make them feel bad for their preferences.

Peace! 

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Bonus:

ID #51529

Name: Cara
Age: 17
Country: the UK

I’m a bi girl studying English literature at college, I love reading so it would be cool to chat to someone with a love for literature like mine! I like lots of tv shows too like SKAM, Doctor Who, Being Human, SKINS etc… I am open to talk to anybody, I wanna learn about other cultures!

Preferences: 16+

mabifica headcanons because i’ve been thinking about them again

okay so first of all it’s a slow burn over a lot of summers. pacifica develops feelings first and has fuck all idea what to do with them, mabel develops them second, and no one acts on them until either the summer before or after senior year of high school 

pacifica is really fashion conscious, half because she likes it half because of her parents’ impossibly high standards, but she loves every sweater that mabel ever knits her and wears them whenever she’s feeling down. they’re her comfort item

pacifica never had a nickname before mabel came up with paz and she pretends that she doesn’t like it (nicknames are common) until she has to admit that it’s grown on her. mabel makes her a sparkly sweater with paz on a pez dispenser

pacifica plays the violin. she’s not phenomenal and she doesn’t love it, but she’s the sort of good that kids whose parents are rich and think that violin lessons are a good way to show off their wealth and how much better their kids are than everyone else’s areshe learns how to play all of mabel’s favorite songs on it and mabel freaks out and does her little mabel squeal

mabel makes pacifica watch all of the movies and tv shows that she thinks are essential to paz being a normal human. paz doesn’t like most of them, but she sits through the movie marathon with her like a trooper because it’s so fun to watch mabel get excited about them and get into popcorn fights and cuddle

when they get married pacifica takes the last name pines because loves mabel and the whole family and she wants to get rid of her connection to her family. they are invited to the wedding, but they don’t show up. pacifica is unsurprised but still hurt.mabel dipper and stan reform love patrol alpha during the reception and mabel serenades her bride with the cheesiest 80s love ballad imaginable

pacifica proposes. they’re alone, and she makes it seem very casual because she is TERRIFIED that mabel will say no and get freaked out and maybe break off the whole thing (having parents like hers left some scars) and mabel, of course, says yes immediately and starts planning and talking about what color the bridesmaids’ and bridesmen’s things will be and when they want to get married and pacifica’s like completely overwhelmed because she was so scared that mabel was gonna say no but also hella relieved and excited and then mabel asks if she can redo the proposal because SHE wants to give paz a big public proposal, because mabel is the queen of the big romantic gesture, and paz is like fine i know you’re into that mabes you can do it 

on kids: mabel wants them, paz isn’t so sure. eventually they decide to adopt

PSA

If your fetishization of gay men leads you to blackmail show creators or tell them to kill themselves you are a shitty human being. IT’S A GODDAMN TV SHOW, A BOOK, A MOVIE, ETC. IT IS NOTHING MORE THAN THAT

IT IS NOT A RIGHT OF PASSAGE FOR YOU TO BE A DISGUSTING EXCUSE OF A PERSON JUST BECAUSE YOU VALUE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS MORE THAN REAL LIVING PEOPLE

Or, you know, your fetish with gay guys gets so out of hand that you blackmail the producers of a tv show because you want your “uwu precious gay babies” to fuck.

You’re disgusting. You don’t deserve to actually be on the internet if this is what you’re going to do.

Keep your ships and feelings to your goddamn self and move on with your lives. Your ships do not matter. Your ships do not matter. Your. Ships. Do. Not. Matter. When it comes to the lives of other people.

I’m Autistic. 

I have difficulty understanding sarcasm and can’t tell when people are serious or not. 

I have a hard time bonding with others because I don’t know how to interact the proper way and I always wind up just being by myself because of my poor communication skills. 

When I’m specially interested in a series or a topic, I will go out and research all that I can about it until I can spout out facts off the top of my head. 

Eye contact has become harder for me to maintain because it’s just not something that I do 24/7. I can make eye contact for short amounts of time when people tell me I have to but beyond that is me in my own world. 

I like to flap my hands when I’m happy and it helps keep my mind focus. But recently my family that hasn’t been informed of my recent diagnosis have no idea why I flap my hands from time to time. (There are reasons for this

Listening to music and rocking are my main forms of stimming I guess. I love all types of music and I usually rock unconsciously more than on purpose. But I also guess that other forms of stimming that I do are reading and watching movies & TV shows. 

But I’m still a human being. I want relationships, I want a future, I want to pursue a career in something that I love to do. Just because I’m autistic doesn’t mean that I’m not deserving of representation or respect. It’s just who I am and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

consequences of loving | yixing

» vampire au / light mature scene
» lowercase intended.

this was the future. a year where mythical creatures decided to reveal their identities; varying from sirens to fairies and even the basic twilight creatures – wolves and vampires. the world was in great shock, a lot of people weren’t in favour of having other beings living in the same surroundings with them. mythical creatures could be dangerous, yes, but only when provoked. more on the darker side, the only creatures you warily watched out for was vampires and wolves as they could easily lure you as a victim for their own pleasure.

you thought the world was ending. the news on your television only showed killings of beings; humans and the others. there was even one news that particularly showed a fairy getting punished for nothing. perhaps breathing? it was ridiculous.

the government announced several strict laws that every beings must follow. and one of them was to never have attachments or any commitments towards any mythical creatures and vice versa. if the rule was disobeyed, the punishment was getting hanged.

and you feared for your own life.

because there was one particular mythical creature; specifically a vampire who seemed to have an attachment towards you.

and his name was yixing.

a vampire who looks in his twenties but is actually hundreds of age, which blew your mind at first. he was very handsome and you questioned yourself how you got him following after you everywhere like a lost puppy. you may not be confident on yourself but having a handsome vampire after you may not or may have boosted a bit of your ego.

“where are you going?” yixing questions, placing himself on your side. there was always something in him that made your heart flutter and your mind go insane every time you spend a day with him. and whatever it was, you were to suffer the consequences sooner or later. wether it was good or not.

“to buy more cereal and milk.” you didn’t ask him if he was coming with you because you always knew what was gonna happen.

he would follow you everywhere no matter what, as creepy as it sounds.

“why are you attached to me? i’m nothing but a mere human. this could get us both killed.” you mumbled against his lips, both arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed both of your bodies closer. his lips left yours to leave kisses down your jaw and down until he reached your neck to leave bites.

“you are a great person i suppose, everything about you is great that i knew i had to make you mine.” there, he left small marks that littered your skin. he leaned back, taking a long stare at his masterpiece before sharing a passionate kiss with you again.

“i don’t care if i die. i would even want to suffer just to live my eternal life with you. and i don’t care if this is wrong, it feels so right.” you pursed your lips and leaned slightly away from him, taking a deep breath as you rested your head against his bare shouler. yixing felt his heart soften just by taking a look at you, a person who he loves. he brought up a hand to run it across your hair, kissing your head, letting you cry out your heart while he sat there, comforting you with his voice of innocence.

“i love you.” he gently pushed you back on the bed as he hovered over you, letting himself ravish you for the last time. letting both of yourselves’ back arch in pleasure, words that comes out as ineffable and muffled while you stare at each other lovingly.

you still couldn’t forget the things he did for you. and how you two loved each other despite breaking a golden rule in the government. you will always miss the twinkle in his eyes when you see him giving you a look of admiration, or when he sees you at your most vulnerable state.

you let your eyes roam the crowd before you, letting a smile curl up on your lips before taking a step out of the stool and letting yourself have yixing as your last thoughts.

Dear Reading Slump,

I am writing to ask when are you leaving? I understand that you must visit after particularly good books are done and gone, but why must you stay for so long? I’ve spent my nights trying to read book after book to no avail. I’ve stood in front of my shelves trying to convince myself that I must read a particular book because surely that one will stick. I have opened book after book, read first sentence after first sentence, but there you are, asking me for a snack or a drink or a way to entertain you. 

I understand that we all get lonely sometimes. We all need a companion to egg us on while we binge watch a television show, or talk ourselves into going outside to do regular human being things like meeting up with non-fiction friends. In a way, you are sometimes a friend because your attendance in my life ensures that I do other things that don’t include reading. 

I know what you’re thinking, Reading Slump. You want me to thank you for your services, but actually, no. I need you to piss off. There are about a few dozen books I need and want to read but your constant nagging and hand-holding is starting to wear thin on me. 

Okay, I’m sorry. I may not be going about this the right way. But Reading Slump, old chum. Old Pal. Kindly, just for now and ever more, leave. Just, please, leave me alone. Fade, flip-flop, fly, flee out of here–all of these words are just excuses not to say fuck off, please. 

Sincerely,

Your disgruntled hostess. 

P.S. Please put the seat back down when you’re done using the toilet. 

P.P.S. When you’re done with the eggs, please TELL me. 

P.P.P.S. Stop staring at my stack of books. I’m not lending you any. 

Being Human ||Seventeen 95line Au Part 1

{A/N} Hey guys, so this fic is partially based off the tv show Being Human, but mainly the only thing that’s the same is supernatural beings sharing a house in an attempt to try and appear normal to the outside world. There is a werewolf and a ghost like in the show, but the other two are something else that will be revealed later. 95line will be the main characters, so you will see them the most, but the other members will pop up occasionally. Also I know the picture has Jeonghan’s shorter hair, but in the story he still has his long hair.

You stared at the door. You had to try again. It hadn’t worked yet, but you needed it too. You needed to believe that it would work because the alternative was too painful for you to bare. You took a deep breath. (Well technically you did. Breathing isn’t exactly something you can do anymore, but you can still do the action and somehow it still feels like you are breathing even though it’s physically impossible) It gave you enough confidence to make your way across the room to the door. 

Standing just a few feet in front of the door, you began to raise your hand out in front of you. You watched as your hand disappeared through it. This is a good sign. Although, it has happened before and it still didn’t work. But, you couldn’t think of that right now. You needed to focus on this. You took a step forward and your foot disappeared through the door now too. 

“Here goes nothing,” you say out loud. It didn’t matter that Hoshi was sitting on the couch 10 feet from you. He had never heard, or even seen you once in the years that he has lived here. So you paid no mind to him and whatever he was watching on the TV. You walked the rest of the way through the door.

OH CHEESES!” You found yourself, once again, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Any time you try to leave the house you always end up back here. At the spot where you died. You don’t remember exactly how it happened, you just remember falling. Then it was like you woke up, except you weren’t ever asleep. It was like you woke up from living. You know you had hit your head though, that’s what actually killed you. You saw your own body, lying there dead on the ground, until people came and took it away. You watched while your mother sat next to your body crying and then cowering in your step father’s chest, unable to watch as they stuffed you, her eighteen year old daughter, in a black bag and took you away. 

They moved out soon after and there have been several people to live here since then. Although they all left not long after moving in because they claimed the house was haunted. Not that they were wrong, the house was haunted. By you. But it’s not like anyone in the real world had believed them. You don’t know why they were so upset either. It’s not like you ever hurt anyone, you would never hurt another living creature. You just wanted to be noticed, be touched. You just wanted to feel something, some connection of any sort with someone, you didn’t even care who. But that would never happen. You are a ghost. A ghost who can’t even leave from the house she died in. Even if there was a way for a ghost to have that connection with someone that you so desperately craved, you would never be able to find it while stuck in this house. This house. Where the only people you saw were the occasional new residents, oblivious to anything even being there, until they were scared out of their minds that the lights would start switching on and off or the house would lightly shake like there was a small earthquake occurring. 

Hoshi had been around the longest, but that’s just because he’s the house’s landlord now. He bought the house from your mom and step-father after your death and now he rents it out. So, he’s not around enough to be scared off by you and this house, although, you’re sure it must be frustrating for him to be constantly going through tenants because they get scared off all the time. You feel bad, but you can’t help it. You just want someone to see you and you aren’t going to give up hope that one day it could happen, so you keep on trying. 

Hoshi checks the time on his phone and a look of worry comes across his face. You have to admit he is very adorable, but also attractive aswell. You’d think chubby cheeks wouldn’t be attractive on a man, but oh lord does he pull it off. You never had a boyfriend when you were alive, not even a first kiss, which makes your desire to have a connection with another person so much more powerful. You were shy, a bit naive, and quite sheltered from other people when you were alive so it made connecting with other people hard, but you wish that if you had had a boyfriend when you were alive that he would have been like Hoshi. He was cute, happy and from what you have seen he’s one of the sweetest boys you’ve ever seen, even if he wasn’t always truthful, especially when people come to look at the house before they decide to rent it or not. 

While you were daydreaming about him, Hoshi had turned off the Tv and begun cleaning up the room. 

“I should’ve been paying more attention to the time. They are going to be here in an hour and I still have to make sure the pipes are still working properly.”

Whoops. Okay maybe you had gotten really frustrated last week after trying desperately to communicate with the last tenant and maybe several of the pipes all over the house had burst, as a result. Atleast no one was hurt. Just one really freaked out tenant who left the next day. Wait, did he say someone’s coming? You’re surprised. Usually it takes him a bit longer to find someone interested in renting the house. 

You leave Hoshi downstairs to finish his work, while you wander upstairs to sit by your old window. The view is of the front of the house. You can see the road, a few neighboring houses, even part of the sky. Since the house is near the main part of the city, most of the houses are crowded close together here, so the houses across the street block the rest of the sky from your view. You can’t even see the sunset in this house because of them. 

A car pulls up on the street in front of the house and parks. You assume it’s the new tenants that Hoshi is expecting. The house doesn’t have much of front yard, so the street isn’t far from the window. You see three figures emerge from the car, all guys. One has short black hair and is in a simple T shirt and some jeans. Another has long black hair and is wearing a hat, so you can’t see his face. You can’t see the face of the third one either. He is in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head, but you can see bits of brown hair peaking out from under his hood. 

You head downstairs. You like being there for the house tour. It gives you the chance to get to see how the new tenants are and to backtalk Hoshi when he lies to the tenants to make the house look better than it actually is. You would never have the courage to speak to someone in real life like you do to him and the tenants, but since no one actually can hear you, it doesn’t bother you and it even gives you a little entertainment in your otherwise boring existence.

You stood at the bottom of the stairs playing with your sweater paws in your over-sized sweater that you died in, so it’s now a permanent part of your outfit for the foreseeable future. The doorbell rang and Hoshi answered the door. 

“Hi, I’m Hoshi, the owner. Please come into the livingroom.” The three stepped into the livingroom and their eyes scanned what they could see of the house. When their eyes looked in your direction, you could’ve sworn that you had made eye contact with each of them for a second or two, but you knew better than to jump to those conclusions. No one else could ever see you and these boys are no different. 

“Hello Hoshi, I’m Jeonghan.” It was the one that was wearing the hat. Wow, they were all very nice to look at. So nice that you didn’t want to remove your eyes from any of their beauty. If looks could kill the dead again, you would be a goner just from a glace at one of them. Jeonghan’s face was very fair and his hair looked so shiny and smooth that you bet it feels like silk; you wanted to run your hands through it. He even has a kind of heavenly glow coming from his skin. “That’s Seungcheol by the door, but we call him S. Coups.” He gestured to the man with the short black hair. Now that you can see him closer you notice his muscles. They are huge and they look amazing peeping out from under his shirt sleeves. “And this is my brother, Joshua” He gestured to the one in the hood, who was currently standing off to the side of the room, just out of reach from the sunlight. If you were alive, looking at Joshua would have made your heart stop. He has a fair face just like his brother, only instead of a heavenly glow it was almost like he had a dark aura surrounding him. Although that was overseen the second he gave Hoshi a smile and a slight head bow. His smile was addicting to you, no it was more like a magnet. It attracted you to him, made you want to come closer, even though his smile obviously wasn’t directed at you. You stayed where you were and Hoshi began his tour. 

He took them through the kitchen and the dining room which where the only other things on this level other than the living room and a bathroom.

“This is the kitchen, it has tile counter tops and its cupboards are oak wood. The last tenants had me replace the fridge so this one is brand new.” He said as he tried to direct their gazes around the room. 

“Ha! New. That’s funny Hoshi. New to the house, yes, but I wouldn’t count a fridge you bought off the street for probably 50 bucks as actually new.”

Hoshi had kept his tour going, oblivious to you or what you had said. You were to his side sitting on one of the counter tops. The three other guys standing not far to your other side. While you were talking, it seemed like their eyes were flashing over to you occasionally, then back to Hoshi or other places around the room. S. Coups even took another look at the fridge after you had mentioned it. That’s a weird coincidence. Maybe they are more open to presences than other people and can somewhat like subconsciously sense you and what you say. Hopefully you can manipulate this a bit more before they decide to move out like everyone else, that is if they even decide to stay in the first place. 

Hoshi led them back into the living room and to the bottom of the stairs. You stayed just to his side as you were before, only now the three guys were standing to your side, while the stairs began at your other side. They had a great view of your death spot from where they were standing. 

“Ah yeah, the tile on the stairs is broken here at the bottom. The owners before me were trying to take some furniture up the stairs and one fell back down and broke the tile there. I haven’t been able to fix it, yet. Sorry.”

“Pffft furniture. I didn’t realize a daughter was a piece of furniture, Hoshi. Also aren’t you legally supposed to disclose when a death happens on the premises? If anyone ever found out about you hiding my death from them before they move in, you could end up in alot of trouble” You turned to look back at the guys. They were all staring at you, wide eyed. You. Not behind you. Not at Hoshi to the side of you. At you. You were shocked. 

“Omigod, can you guys see me?!” You walked a little closer to them and all their eyes left you and were obviously trying to avoid you. They were trying to look at Hoshi and listen to whatever he was talking about at the moment aswell. But, you couldn’t care less what he was talking about. THEY COULD SEE YOU! How?

“Hey, I know you can see me. How can you see me? No one else can. Hey, don’t ignore me. I don’t care if Hoshi is going to think you’re crazy. Someone answer me. Please?” They still tried to avoid your eyes and focus on Hoshi, who was apparently the only one in the room who didn’t know you were there. Actually, the other two avoided your gaze, but Joshua, he looked you right in the eyes. But, it was only for a moment. Then Hoshi was leading the three of them up the stairs and he broke the eye contact to follow, just behind Jeonghan. They all made extra care to avoid the dent you made in the floor when you died, except Hoshi, he, as always, just walked through it. Finally, someone has seen you! You’re not going to let this chance just slip through your fingers. They need to become the new tenants. They just have to.

[a/n]- The idea for these characters came from reading stories on the account @95boysbe. I love all her writing and while I was reading her newest series I got the idea to make this series.