haunted earth

This is for the lost, downtrodden, and rejects, and anybody looking for a purpose.

I’ll fall asleep with my eyes open just to see if I could focus on something more than my loneliness.

We know what it’s like to be put down so “fuck you” to the world and stand your ground.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets fucked up. This will end in tears, I could never be enough for you.

Sometimes things will bend you, but trust me you’ll be fine. I’ve been moving mountains that I once had to climb, and life’s not out to get you despite the things you’ve been through.

Is it too late to say that I’m sorry for the things I do? I’m missing you like shit today.

I gave her my heart, she didn’t want it. She took it anyway and put a dark spell on it.

I’ll grow up someday, but for now I’m fine. I just wish that you were near me.

I miss your face, you’re in my head. There’s so many things that I should’ve said.

There will come a time when you will face your life, don’t let it twist and tear you up inside.

I hope this comes back to haunt you. Then maybe you would know just how it felt to be like me at my lowest.

I don’t have much to offer, but had you loved me, I’d have loved you back forever.

—  Favorite lyrics off of “Life’s Not Out To Get You” by Neck Deep.
The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt.3

You x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him). 

Part 1,

Maybe somewhere, deep down, you knew Namjoon was telling the truth. There was something about him, his aura perhaps, which gave off a very distinctly inhuman vibe. Something that said “I’m real, but not here, exactly.” This was probably the reason that you weren’t all that surprised when you opened your eyes to find him sitting cross legged in front of you, hovering a few inches above the floor.

He was looking at you as though you were the most fascinating thing in the world, and it was a bit unnerving.

“Ugh, you’re still here.” You grumbled sleepily.

“And you can still see me.” He said, unfazed by your tired glare. “Do you know how long it’s been since had a conversation with someone?” He continued. “I mean, I talk to the baby downstairs, but she just responds with giggling.”

“I wish I couldn’t hear you.” You sighed, pulling a pillow over your face.

“I wonder why that is?” Namjoon pondered, apparently not taking the hint that you wanted him to go away—permanently. “That you can see me, I mean. So far, it’s just been babies and animals that—“

“Do you ever stop talking?” You complained, sitting up before swinging your legs off the bed to stand. Namjoon moved quickly so that you wouldn’t walk through him on your way to the kitchen.

“I do sometimes, but I don’t want to right now.” He said, floating after you. You were still wearing your clothes from the previous night, and you were sure you looked like a mess. But your appearance wasn’t exactly high on your list of priorities at the moment.

“Don’t you have something better to do than haunt this apartment?” You asked irritably as you opened your overnight bag in search of food. You found some poptarts and grimaced; not exactly the healthiest breakfast ever. “Don’t you have family or some friends to bother?”

“No, I really don’t.” Namjoon replied. “I mean, I have all those people, but being around them makes me sad.”

You hoped up to sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen, your feet dangling a good foot off the floor.

“Why don’t you hang out with other ghosts, then?” You asked. “Surely there’s something you could do. Join a ghosts-only club maybe?”

“Not really.” Namjoon said, sitting on the counter across from you. “I haven’t found any other ghosts. I think we might be invisible even to each other. That, or I’m the only one. But I find that to be highly unlikely… Don’t you?” There was a hesitancy in his voice, a vulnerability that made you think that it must be very lonely to be a ghost.

“I’m sure you’re not the only one.” You said, seeing relief in his eyes as you said the words. Who would want to be the only anything? Particularly if it meant being invisible to all those around them? Surely no one, and definitely not this man who was determined to talk your ear off. “So why don’t you leave this apartment and go find them.” Lonely ghost or not, he was still a stranger that you didn’t particularly want to live with.

Namjoon pouted. “I don’t wanna.” He whined. “And anyway, aren’t you just a little bit curious why you can see me?”

“No.” You replied flatly.

“Well, I am.” Namjoon shrugged. “So I’m going to stay and find out.”

You sighed deeply as you slid off the counter. “I really can’t let you do that.” You said, walking to the front door.

“And you’re going to do something about it… How?” Namjoon followed, looking just the slightest bit worried.

“I don’t know yet.” You muttered, opening your front door and marching across to knock on—what was his name again?—Hoseok’s door. He opened after a minute or so, Namjoon complaining the whole time.

“He’s weird, why him? Can’t you just do a google search to get rid of me? I don’t like this. Stop ignoring me, I know you can hear me—“

“Hello person who didn’t believe in ghosts, still feel the same?” Hoseok looked rather amused; the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Alright, you were right. I admit it.” You said. “The man I saw last night? He’s who’s haunting the apartment.”

“And how’s that going for you?” Hoseok asked, looking genuinely concerned now.

“Terrible.” You said. “It’s only been a few hours and I already feel like he’s going to drive me insane. You knew he was there—what do you know about getting rid of him?”

Hoseok laughed. The rate at which he could switch emotions was a little disorienting. “You can’t.” He chuckled. “You don’t think the manager tried? He even smudged the place.”

“Smudging gets rid of negative energy.” You folded your arms. “Namjoon isn’t negative, he’s annoying.”

“I don’t know if I should be offended by that or not.” Namjoon huffed.

“You’re on a first-name basis with the ghost?” Hoseok snorted.

“No. Yes. It’s complicated.” You hadn’t even realized it until Hoseok pointed it out. But Namjoon seemed so real, so solid (as long as you didn’t try to touch him) that you weren’t sure how else to refer to him. You didn’t like the idea of just calling him “The Ghost.”

“Have you tried asking him to leave?” Hoseok asked. “Sometimes that works.”

You shook your head. “I’ve told him to leave, does that count? He just says no.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with me staying.” Namjoon said. “It’s not like you have to feed me, I’m dead! I won’t cost you any money.”

You realized that Hoseok had said something, but Namjoon had spoken over him and you had no idea what the other man had said.

“What?” You asked. “Shut up Namjoon.” You shot him a look, and Hoseok raised an eyebrow at you. It took you a second to realize that it was because Hoseok couldn’t see Namjoon, and it probably looked like you were talking to the wall.

“Are you a medium?” Hoseok asked, leaning against his door frame. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“So why can you see him, and I can’t?”

“That’s what I want to know.” Namjoon said, and you gave him another look before answering Hoseok.

“How would I know? Look, if you’re not going to be any help, I’m going back inside…”

“There might be a reason, you know.” Hoseok called after you. “Maybe the two of you were supposed to have met before he died.”

You slammed the door behind yourself. You had saved up so long to afford an apartment like this—and even then, it was only because it had been sitting empty for months that it was cheap enough for you. It was right down the street from where you worked, in a central area, and it was so nice. If you walked out on your lease, your deposit would be gone and you wouldn’t have a place to live.

“You have to move on.” You decided, turning to face Namjoon. “That’s why ghosts are around in movies and books, right? Unfinished business. We just have to figure out what that is, and you can walk into the light.”

“You’re going to help me?” Namjoon asked, not looking the least bit convinced.

“Of course.” You said. “But until then, we have some house rules to go over. If we’re going to be living together, we’re going to have to get along, right?”

A/N So it should get a little more interesting from here on out! Reader is determined, but Hoseok might be right ;) Anyway, thank you for reading and being so patient with me! I’m hoping to update Disposable soon as well <3 As always, let me know your thoughts/feelings! I love to hear from you guys <3 <3 <3

You looked at me like I was your heaven on earth.
—  g.d (via booknerdforlife21)

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Kurt Wagner x Reader


Author: Morgan

Prompt: Hey so like- I’m craving some Kurt angst. So like, what if a disease outbreak starts “zombifying” people, and the reader gets bitten and Kurt is the only one with him/her and he has to put them down—-


Warnings: Zombies, death, angst

“Come on, come on,” you muttered, forcing the door of the store you and Kurt were raiding closed. It had been months since the apocalypse had started, and in that short time, the Mansion had become overrun. You lost track of Scott, Jean, and the others long ago, and at the moment, all you had was Kurt.

The gas station the two of you stood inside was surrounded. It had been hard to get past them to get in, but this was the only building for a few miles that wasn’t full of the walking corpses that haunted your earth.

“You okay?” you asked him. Kurt nodded. You helped him search the store, putting anything useful into the large duffle bag the two of you shared. Usually it was more than big enough for whatever you could find. Though Kurt didn’t ask why, you had tears in your eyes. It seemed off, but he didn’t bring it up.

Once you had cleared out almost everything that was left, you looked up at Kurt, tears finally spilling down your cheeks.

“Kurt…I…” you started, pulling off your jacket to reveal the large bite on your shoulder. It was green-ish, mangled, and the skin around it was beginning to pale. “You have to leave me here.”

“Vhat? No! I…(Y/N)…Vhat if zhey find zhe cure?”

“Baby, there is no cure,” you sobbed. Your eyes closed and you sucked in a breath, looking up at him. You pressed a gun into his three-fingered hand. “You have to do this, or I’ll be one of them. Please.”


“It’s okay. I promise. It’s okay.” you told him. Your eyes were full of certainty. Before he raised the gun, you stepped forward and pressed your lips to his, giving him a soft kiss goodbye. Tears slipped from his amber eyes, getting caught in the scars that lined his cheeks. “I love you.”

“Ich liebe dich auch.” he whispered. He held the gun in a shaking hand.


It was over. You were gone.


“AAAAAAHHH!” Kurt sat bolt upright in bed. Scott flicked on the light, squinting at the brightness.

“Bro, you okay?” he asked. Warren looked over with squinty eyes, and Peter only rolled over, groaning.



Before he could answer, he was gone in a puff of smoke. Tears, real tears streamed down his cheeks. He knocked on your door, sobbing. You got up out of bed. Jean turned on the light.

“It’s Kurt.” She told you. You nodded, pulling the door open. As soon as he saw you, Kurt engulfed you in his arms, holding you tightly. You felt his tears on your shoulder and pulled him close.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, blue?” your voice was soft, reassuring.

“I had a nightmare…” he confessed quietly. You nodded, pressing a long kiss to his cheek.

“Come in here,” you told him, pulling him into the room you shared with the girls. He sat down on your bed beside you, his hand finding its way into yours. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No…” he shook his head, not wanting to bring the horrible dream back to surface. “Zombies…and you…” you nodded, understanding what had happened.

“Are you okay?” you asked. The girls watched your interaction with soft smiles. You were so, so gentle with him. You cared about him so much. Seeing him like this, so scared and sad, made your heart melt. You just wanted to make him feel better.

“I zhink so…” he nodded. “Danke, liebling.”

“I love you.” you brushed locks of thick black hair out of his face, wiping his tears away.

“Ich liebe dich auch.”

“Do you want to stay?” Jubilee asked Kurt. “We don’t mind.” Kurt looked to the others in the room before nodding.

“Okay. Okay. That’s fine.” You told him, moving the covers so he could crawl under them. You snuggled into him. His arms held you close as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Jean flicked off the light. “Goodnight, Kurt.”

“Gute Nacht, mein engel.”

Local legends insists that the house is haunted by a spectre of the woman killed inside many years ago. Others say that it is built on the remains of an old Maori village and the spirits of generations of ancestors visit during the night.

Well I just like exploring and taking photos.. I didn’t see any ghosts, only cows.

The company of the cows added to the Moo-d of the milky way. Haha… I’m bad at this.



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