moon is not home right now

Send a space thing for questions

Planets: Life

  • Mercury: What’s your full name? 
  • Venus: What’s your first language? 
  • Earth: Where’s your home? 
  • Mars: What’s your sexuality? 
  • Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? 
  • Saturn: Any pets? 
  • Uranus: What’s your hobby? 
  • Neptune: When’s your birthday? 
  • Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 
  • Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? 

Stars: Experiences

  • Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 
  • Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? 
  • Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? 
  • Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? 
  • Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? 
  • Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? 
  • Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? 
  • Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? 
  • Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? 
  • Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?
  • Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

Constellations: Favourites

  • Centaurus: Favourite holiday?
  • Orion: Favourite month?
  • Cassiopeia: Favourite book?
  • Delphinus: Favourite study?
  • Hercules: Favourite instrument?
  • Gemini: Favourite song?
  • Pegasus: Favourite place to be?
  • Libra: Favourite colour? 
  • Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?
  • Aries: Favourite movie? 
  • Cygnus: Favourite weather? 
  • Hydra: Favourite sound? 

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

  • Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?  
  • Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 
  • Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? 
  • Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? 
  • Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 
  • Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? 
  • Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? 
  • Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? 
  • Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? 
  • Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? 
  • Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? 
  • Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? 

Other stuff: Wishes 

  • Comet: What’s your big dream? 
  • Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? 
  • Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? 
  • Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? 
  • Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? 
  • Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 
  • Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? 
  • Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? 
  • Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 
  • Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? 

The Komala is born asleep, and it dies asleep. All its movements are apparently no more than the results of it tossing and turning in its dreams. The log it holds was given to it by its parents at birth. It has also been known to cling to the arm of a friendly Trainer.

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


magnificent century top 10 moments: [1/10]

“I am Alexandra La Rossa! Sold to the Ottoman palace, slave of Ruthenia! Slave who lose her mother, father, brother and all beloved people! I prayed that these huge waves destroy me, to ascend to heaven in the family! Learned from 17 years torments and fierceness of the world! For a one year aged for a thousand! Alone, nobody and nothing, Alexandra. 

I am Alexandra La Rossa. I haven’t told anyone about my sorrow, I never shared it. I shouted my unfortunateness to the sky, threw it to the sea. The waves took it away. I replied everything that hurts by laughing, I shed tears only for my family. I created a Sultan from this slave girl. Right now I’m where my destiny has changed: in Sultan Suleyman’s Palace, the palace I’d wanted to collapse is my home now. How could I’ve known that my heart, which had stopped beating for revenge, would start to beat again for love?

 I am Hurrem, Sultan Suleyman’s slave, his concubine, his Sultan, mother of five of his children, his wife Hurrem. His musk, his scent, his existance, his sweetheart, his shining moon, his confidant, his most beautiful Sultan, Hurrem. I am Hurrem, the fortunate mother of Mehmet, Mihrimah, Selim, Bayezid and Cihangir. Haseki Hurrem Sultan. 

My children, I made a promise to you and myself. Everyone whom I bowed down, knelt down and begged for forgiveness will kneel down infront of me one day. That day has come. This is the end of my enemies, who hurted, suffered me. They should be afraid of me now, because i’ll poison every breath they take, i’ll rain as fire over them.

What is a harem? I will rule the world!”

BTS As: Things I’ve Overheard In The Bar This Month (Feb.)


Yoongi: Sorry for yelling. This full moon has me really spicy lately. 

Hoseok: Knobs are like nipples, they’re meant to be played with.

Namjoon: I slipped a disc in my back by sneezing too much.

Jimin: *pulling on locked door* Are you open?

Taehyung: Sometimes I sit on the floor and eat my grilled cheese so the boss doesn’t see me.


“what do you want?”
i want a life that’s worth living
without a need to turn around
just to say, well damn,
i could’ve treated you better
if i held you that night
would it have made a difference
probably, a life without regrets–
“don’t regret anything you do”
she tells me with a kiss goodbye
and it’s just another one of those nights
when you used to be 15 and you look back
the sun hits you right in the eye you’re 24
now you get it, i understand now
“what do you want?”
i want a lover that’ll tell me no
so that i can respect it
no means no means no means no
i want a lover that doesn’t force
hearts to beat where they shouldn’t
i want a lover that counts the stars
backwards by the thousands
every night just to say
“shit, i almost guessed it right this time”
kiss me slow, kiss me slow
let’s save this moment
like old nintendo video games
and we were too broke
to afford a memory card
so we played it every morning
just to beat it in one try
you grow up too quick
you used to be 7 and
now you’re 24 and
you’re still worrying
about if you said something wrong
or if it was offensive
or if you are liked
or if you are loved
“what do you want?”
i want to be like the greats
that came before,
as a matter of fact
i want to be greater
than the greats–
they’d want an honest fan
i want to be the best version
of myself by following
your inspiration
into the sea where i can see
into hearts where i’ll make art
into the soul where i shall sow
into emotions where oceans dry
into teardrops the shape of your eyes
“what do you want?”
i want poetry to be written for me
when i don’t ask, leave it everywhere
inside of my back pockets
when i grab my cigarettes
and find you there–
read every word,
save you into this moment
love me when, love me then
love me back, love me now
love me forever, love me always
keep us inside your ink
bleeding deep into your pores
regrets as tattoos, a love made for two
a love like this, unconditionally sweet
kiss us slowly, let me feel it until next week
leave the words that you can’t say in person
leave the words under your tongue
leave the words trapped in your throat
pandora’s box, my melody
hope finally finds an escape
hope finally makes it home
hope is finally seen,
fairy dust, stardust
moon dust, phoenix ash
dragon fire, wildfire–
we burn the same
“what do you want?”
i want an alarm for every flower
that’s dying right now
so that i at least have a reason
for why i can’t sleep
when i think about your soft lips
“what do you want?”
i want to know why we look
for each other when we’re away
i want to know why we look
for each other when we’re together
i want to know why we look
for reasons to blame each other
i want to know why we look
for reasons as to why we hate each other
i want to know so much about you
even though we are just strangers
dear lover, oh lover, my lover
we are no longer the same
and it’s this thing called love
that makes life feel insane
“what do you want?”
i want to teach my sons
that a woman’s body is hers
and hers alone, so respect it
i want to teach my daughters
that if a man ever lays a hand on you
tell them that daddy put me
through karate class
and this belt is only white
because i bleached it
just for this day,
i’m about to kick your butt
“what do you want?”
i want my mother to gain more weight
she’s losing much, we’re running out of time–
do you think angels give us signs?
what about god?
is this a sign?
or is it just time?
do we all end up sad and alone?
i hope not, she’ll always have us
“what do you want?”
slowly, with less poetry
more eye contact, less texting
more voice recognition
talk to me like i’m deaf
sign language
your screams
how come you never listen to me?
i hate you. i hate you.
love her like she’s blind,
show up everyday with flowers
even if she hates them,
she will love them.
even if she hates you,
she used to love you.
“what do you want?”
“go on many adventures without me, okay?”
sometimes i want that exact sentence
to not be your last words.
“what do you want?”
sometimes i wish i didn’t have to write so much,
the thing about being in love with you is–
for every sentence, i remember the passionate
fibers you put into each letter, if the word love
has four letters, you made it meaningful
each one had meaning
l stands for lasting,
we didn’t last
o stands for one,
one mistake can make you apologize for years
v stands for very,
very much in my mind
like sands that fall in an hourglass–
drop by drop, hold you until we’re faded
but like all stories, the book has a last page
a kiss is like that page, we just read it too much
loved into it too much, should’ve left
but we stayed, should’ve ended it
but we wanted to make it work–
the youth remembers e
e for ecstasy
e for euphoria
e for evenly empty
e for everything
e for etchings
e for eternity
we remember the ways
to count backwards
for every star
there’s a dark passage
that we can’t return to
and we won’t
“what do you want?”
i want to write it all out
i want to write it all down
i want my first thoughts to be
how can i be a better person?
by being a better person
“what do you want?”
i just want this to make sense to someone
am i making any sense?
jumbled earphone poetry,
no rhythm
no rhymes
no schemes
no iambic pentameter
no lyrics
no style
no structure
just everywhere
like the sound of a heart
removed from a chest
that has been poisoned
because being love sick
makes a broken person
feel like an indention
inside of a paragraph
like a doggy eared page
because love makes us feel
this chaos that’s light enough
to drown out the sun
because love makes us crazy
my dark room is its own brand
of an asylum
because love makes us better
even if soulmates split
and we’re two strangers
all over again
back to the start again
because love makes us contemplate the stars
and how the universe made us into this
because love makes us angry
while simultaneously
forcing us into constant laughter
such a stupid naive kid
who thought that he could contain love
love isn’t meant to be forever
it’s meant to be freedom
you do something wrong
learn how to do it right
and in truth, there’s never black and white
when it comes to love
no who wears the pants
it’s about compromise
and we always learn things
a little too late, when you can’t fix things
you can only dwell on it,
so i’ve been dwelling
“what do you want?”
i want happiness
i want to be poetry
like a link that ties
my past to a red kite
fly it real high,
maybe i’m high
electrocute my lies
into soft butterfly truths
turn the ocean into a huge glass of wine
baby, i’ll have two
one for my apologies
and another for not loving you right
so when i can’t sleep at night
and i find out new ways to treat you right
when i fall in love again
i’ll do it better,
i won’t make her cry
and if she does
i’ll hold her until the clouds get jealous
the only tears running down those eyes
should only ever be rain,
let’s kiss in the rain
to the person i haven’t met
and this is a little long
and this may hurt to read
but if you’re reading this
and i’m asleep
right next to you some day
and you realize that i
have a strange philosophy
on love, love to me?
every person that i’ve
felt full and empty for,
the people that i have fallen for,
i still love them,
all of them
every bit of who i am
shaped by who i should’ve been
every bit of after all this time?
always a thousand times
every single dozen of roses
bought from the very
first moment valentine’s day
was invented,
i will be enough to love you,
even if i get sad from time to time–
and one day, on that day,
when i wake up
and you’re reading this
and i’m less sad
and we might even be happy
if i do read this later
when i’m in my early 40s
with some kids who fall in
and out of love just to live a little
and they need advice
about love poems and sad songs
i’ll tell them to learn the art
of letting go, but also
to save precious moments–
savor them.
dear person i will love some day,
what do i want?
i want to love you,
in the right way.
“what do you want?”
yes. you. the person on this app.
reading this shit poetry.
you’ve made it this far.
don’t stop now.
“what do you want?”
whatever “it” is.
i believe in you.
i am proud of you.
you are great.
you are amazing.
you still have purity.
you are still flawed,
but that only makes you
unusually human.
i love you.
a teacher of mine said
that if a human doesn’t have
human connection at least
once per day,
insanity will sink in.
this is my contact.
i am the first astronaut
to ever land on your moon.
my feet is on your moon dust.
i will plant no flags,
i will sow an idea.
you are beautiful,
remember that.
—  “what do you want?”
The Man You Hate

Requests:  Plz do a part two of the men you loved where savitar re lives her and she gets revenge on the flash and in the end she stays with savitar - @thejulietfarciertlove


Read The Man You Loved, it was fantastic! Pls part 2! Maybe where Barry has guilt throughout the next few months and maybe the reader’s sister finds out and lashes out at Barry. Maybe Iris dies in the end too so Barry has no one now. Maybe meets Earth 2 Reader happily married to Earth 2 Barry. (He and Iris divorced or something)


part 2 of the man you loved?


I liked the last imagine but what if Barry never really gets a choice to save the two girls. It’s actually the future reader (ally/lover of Savitar) who kills iris bc she knows barry wouldn’t have chosen her. Savitar makes Barry feel regretful because of it.


Could you please make a part two to the one shot the man you loved Maybe some things that happened after he got the reader killed and feels really guilty about it and maybe involve the others too thx - @shirleyleylove 


The Man U loved part 2 please💜💜💜

Warnings: Angst, violence, cursing, mourning, Barry feeling sorry for himself, Barry feeling guilty, suicide, cursing

A/N: Holy crap guys! You loved part one and in one night my ask box was filled with requests for a part 2! So, by popular demand, here is part two. I did change it so it doesn’t fit all of the requests.

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Soaked to the Bone

Pairing: Guzma/Reader
Plot: After completing your island challenge you go to visit Kukui, but end up getting caught up in a rainstorm. You and your team take shelter in a quaint little house on route 2, when one of the residents arrives home unexpectedly and finds you half dressed, soaking wet, and standing in his room.
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, possible dubcon
Notes: Hey I haven’t posted in like half a year what’s up I’m still alive and let me tell you, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would write porn for a fuckin Pokémon game but here we are. I hope you guys don’t mind but I’m REAL DEEP in Sun and Moon and I found a new trash husband. I’ll write for Marvel again but right now I’m in a huge Pokémood and there’s only like a few fics for this guy and I haven’t seen any on Tumblr?? I gotta get this smut train rollin one way or another

“Oh my gosh, really, you don’t have to do this-“ you stutter, waving your hands back and forth as you stare at the woman in front of you. “Oh nonsense dear! We’re moving, and I don’t want you to be out in the rain like this, champion of Alola or not!” The woman said, grabbing another box and handing it to a Machamp. “But I-“ You tried to protest, but the woman completely ignored you, her husband waiting impatiently by the door.

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pairing: reader x young derek hale.

summary: in which derek does everything in his capability to protect you from kate.

warnings: violence.

song inspiration: moondust → jaymes young.

he’s got electric blue eyes and a sculpted face. 

derek hale would do anything to make sure you were safe, even if it meant sacrificing his own existence.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (22)

Part 22 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,😊 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,213

😊 -Kind of fluffy

Your heart was beating against your ribcage, it felt as though it was about to burst through your chest. Surely you were dreaming, this was all a dream, it could not be real. Minseok was still holding you against his chest and the familiar warmth and smell filled your senses, as if on impulse you wrapped your arms around him, this time you really didn’t want to let go, you were scared that if you did he would vanish into thin air, he would cease to exist, so you held on for a bit longer, keeping your ear flat against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beat. He was actually alive.

“Minseok I –But I-I don’t understand. I saw you…I saw you burn in that van.”

“No you didn’t. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” He mumbled, the vibration of his voice buzzing around your body.

“But I did, I saw it go up in flames and –I can’t this is too much, I don’t know anymore.” You were beginning to cry again, as if you hadn’t cried enough in the past month, pushing yourself out of Minseok’s hold you picked up your crutches from the side and started making your way towards the exit of the Church.

“Y/N wait.” He caught up with and bent down in front of you. “Come on jump up.” You blinked momentarily, not only was he alive but he was still being nice to you. “Come on.”
 You gave him your crutches and struggled to climb on his back.

“Wow, I can’t believe this; I’m being given a piggyback ride by a spirit.” You had to pinch yourself to make sure this was real, you were still crying but not as loudly now, it was mostly just sniffing.
Minseok walked out of the church, turning right down the road. “Where are you going, the house is that way?” You asked, pointing in the opposite direction.

“I know, but we’re not going home. Not to that one anyway.” You carried on down different roads in silence, it was completely dark now and the moon was full, it looked so beautiful and close to you , almost as though you could reach it.

“We’re here.” Minseok lowered you onto the ground. You were at a small Tudor house, there were multiple plant pots lined up outside, but all of the plants were dead. Bending down, Minseok moved one of them aside and reached for a single silver key underneath.

“Minseok, what are you doing? We can’t break into someone else’s house, I don’t want to be involved.”

“Relax.” He said unlocking the door and pulling you in, “It’s my house.” He picked you up, walking through the house swiftly, hardly giving you a chance to see anything and opened up the garden door. The grass was slightly overgrown, but the garden itself was spacious. He lay you down on the grass, laying beside you, both of you staring up at the sky. It was beautiful, there were so many stars out alongside the moon and the beauty of it almost took your breath away, you had never seen so many stars in the sky at one time.

“This is your parent’s house right? Why are we here?”

“Yes it is. And because I didn’t want to go home, I don’t want to deal with the boys yet I know they’ll be happy to see me, but I’m not sure I can deal with all of that emotion yet. Also I wanted to talk…just you and me.” He paused for a moment, and you could hear his steady breathing.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to admit to you. Don’t worry this isn’t a wedding proposal or anything so you can breathe. But since I let my walls down to you that day, I feel so much calmer and happier, I guess I feel like someone kind of understands me in a way, it makes me compelled to being around you more, I wanted to show you the house because…I don’t know, I guess…I don’t know. Gosh I sound so stupid right now. I hate you for turning me into this soft guy, I feel like the me before my parents died, the vulnerable me and I hate it. But deep down I feel like I needed it, I think…so thanks.” He cleared his throat and you knew it was because he was embarrassed if it had been broad daylight you would’ve seen his face turn a bright red.

“You wanted to show me this place? Wow I feel honoured Minseok. Thanks.” You breathed; you let the silence take over for a while, looking up at the night sky before you broke it again.
“How are you still alive Minseok?”

He laughed softly. “I was in the other van Y/N. I guess I was just lucky. When I woke up, I kind of just tried to piece together what happened, so I jumped in the front and hotwired the van. Stopping at a petrol station, I bought a box of matches, drove to some place I didn’t even know existed not too far away and set the van on fire, I was literally going to come and tend to the gravestones when I saw you guys burying ‘me’ so I didn’t want to interrupt.” He burst out laughing now making you laugh too, just imagining the look on his face when he realised what was going on.

You went quiet again looking up at the sky.

“What are you thinking about?” Minseok whispered to you.

“Hmm? Oh. I was just thinking it’s weird you really used to hate me at first, like really ‘want to slit my throat and kill me’ kind of hate me, now I’m literally just having a conversation with you like none of this ever happened.” You turned your head to look at him

“Yeah I guess so. Sorry. I’ll never apologise again so take it or leave it.” He turned to look at you, pulling a face.

“Why did you even hate me, really I was innocent in all of this, no?”

Minseok stared at you for a while, blinking for a second. “You reminded me of someone. A girl. We were dating a few months, I was still young. I thought I was in love at the time, when I look back now I realise that I wasn’t.” He laughed at himself mockingly. “The point is I was infatuated with her at time, when my parents died, she just…left me. When I needed support the most, the worst part was she left me for my best friend. I was livid, she was such a fucking traitor, I suffered four loses at the same time. My mum, my dad her and my best friend. You’re close with Chanyeol the way we were close once and it made me feel sick, I just assumed you were a traitor too, I assumed you’d get us into deep shit.You reminded me of everything I’d ever lost in life. And I guess theoretically you have got us into trouble, but it was never intentional.”

You nodded at him, now you understood why. You felt bad for Minseok, he had kept so much bottled up inside and never shared it with anyone, it made your heart bleed. He had been carrying such heavy burdens on his shoulder, for such a long time.
“So do you want me to take you back to the guys now? I’m going to come back after though, I won’t stay I don’t want to see them just yet, I feel as though I need to prepare myself for the overwhelming amount of emotion?” He asked, standing up from his spot on the floor

“No, actually…I’d prefer to stay…I mean can I?” You asked, embarrassed that you’d even said it you sat upright waiting for him to say no.

“Oh. Yeah sure. But the rooms are bound to be dusty…” You blinked, you really didn’t expect him to let you stay, you were almost excited it was as though you were having a sleepover. He picked you up carrying you over his shoulder and walking upstairs. He opened the door, switching on a dull lamp in the corner revealing a blue room, plane and ship figures lined up on the shelves and a desk covered in astrology books. He placed you on the bed and sat beside you.

“This was your room?” You looked around, it was dusty it hadn’t been used for years though, so what could you expect? He nodded.

You looked towards him and smiled, it was nice getting to know him on deeper level. He stared at you for a while opening his mouth and closing it again.

“Oh goodness…Minseok no…not again.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I thought the first time was just mistake, it shouldn’t be happening twice right?” You were both referring to the fact that you were currently experiencing another ‘moment’.
“Maybe it’s not a mistake Y/N…”

“Don’t be stupid, of course it is.” You tried forcing your face away from him, but he pulled you closer into him across the bed and planted his lips on top of yours. It was happening again, you and Minseok were kissing again and it felt undeniably good, you felt the same warmth and electricity running through your body. You slipped your hands behind his head, locking your fingers into his hair whilst his hands snaked around your waist. The kiss was intense and you couldn’t get enough of him, you really didn’t want it to stop, you were confused as to why you were feeling this way but you didn’t want Minseok to break away. Your lips were still moving against each other and the kiss was more fervent than the last. To your dismay he pulled away, leaving only the sensation of his lips behind.

“Y/N, we can’t keep doing this. It’s not right.” He frowned down at his hands that he had just withdrawn from your waist. You nodded, biting your lip nervously.
“Look you should get some sleep I’ll –” Just then your bag began to vibrate, staring down confused you opened it up. It was the burner that Junmyeon had given you. You picked it up.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice barely a whisper.

“Y/N, where the heck are you, you’ve been gone for ages. Chanyeol’s going crazy at home. I’m at the church now and you’re not there. We’ve all had the worst day ever, why are you doing this?!” It was Kyungsoo and he sounded livid. You had completely forgotten about needing to get home.

“Oh. I…sorry, I just kept walking and then I kind of got lost.” You lied, looking over at Minseok and pulling a face. “But I’m nearly home now so you can go back, I’m sorry for this, see you later.” You cut off quickly before he had a chance to reply.

“I should get you back home.” Minseok said carrying you off the bed and walking you down the stairs.

You slipped into the house quietly and tiptoed into your room. Today was such a blur and headache it was definitely time for some sleep. You slipped out of your dress and shoes and into some comfortable pyjamas. Just then you heard a tapping on your window. You were confused your window was so high up, it wasn’t on the ground floor. Opening the curtains you saw Minseok standing below pelting stones upwards, You opened the window up.

“What?” you whispered as loudly as you could.

“Leave it open, I’m coming up.” He began climbing up a black pole, on the side of your wall and in seconds he was in your room. “I’m sleeping on the floor okay.” You blinked in confusion, you weren’t even granted the chance to decline, so you kind of just went along with it.
Just then your bedroom door opened, causing you to jump up in shock. To see Kyungsoo standing at the door, his eyes went wide.

“Hey, I could’ve been naked, you have to knock!” You screamed.

“MINSEOK?!” Kyungsoo’s face went blank. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

 You were all sat in the board apart from Jongin and Kris at this. Everyone was crying, after Minseok had explained what exactly had happened but this time it was tears of happiness, Sehun couldn’t tear himself away from Minseok. You had never in all your time here seen any of the boys so happy.

“You know we  have to dig that body back up right? There’s a random guy buried with my mum right now.” He cringed, making you all laugh a little bit.

“I should get Jongin and Kris.” You opted, grabbing your crutches and standing up from your seat. You walked slowly towards Jongin’s room, as you were about to turn the corner you heard Jongin and Kris talking, you paused momentarily.

“…We have to kill him though Kris. You know if we don’t then dad will fucking take over everything, so many people will die.”

“I know, but it’s not easy to take out Jay Lee Jongin, he’s got tight security around him and stop calling him dad he’s not worth that much credit.”

“Dad, Red, Jay Lee, whatever. He’s fucking shit anyway and –what was that noise”

You tried to back away from the corner, but you moved too fast causing one of your crutches to slip from your hand and you to fall down with it, both of the tall men turned the corner, looming above you.

“What the fuck?” You cried. “You two are related. Red is your fucking father?!

One Last Try (Gaston x Reader)

Part 2 of “Another Look Around”

Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: None

Tags: @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @lovelylpevensie

A/N: Ok wow so the amount of love on my last post was incredible. Really. You got no idea. I never expected such a positive response to my first ever Tumblr fanfic, so THANK YOU TO ALL THE LOVELY SMOLS WHO LIKED/COMMENTED/REBLOGGED. YA’LL MADE MY DAY. Originally I had no plan to continue this story, buuuut…after several requests, I present to you, part 2 *dramatic overture*

  You waited with bated breath until the sound of Gaston’s boots on the stone stairs had receded into silence before allowing yourself to draw air. With a gasp, you wiped a hand across your forehead and pushed yourself off the door.

   Belle was still staring at you in befuddlement. She placed the loaf of bread in her hand on the table, then mounted her hand on her hip. “Honestly, (Y/N), what’s gotten into you? You’re face looks like a tomato.”

   “Does it?” you panted, raising your palms to feel the heat in your cheeks. You giggled breathlessly for no reason. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from smiling.

   “Wait a minute…” Belle began suspiciously, moving towards you. “Was that Gaston that you were talking to?”

  You swallowed, dropping your arms to your sides. Belle gasped loudly. “It was, wasn’t it!” Looking completely aghast, she rushed forward, gripping your shoulders and looking you directly in the eyes. “Tell me what happened. Every bit of it.”

   With much difficulty, you were finally able to force your lips out of their grinning state, returning Belle’s gaze. Your heart was still relentlessly thudding against your chest, and you covered her hands with your own as you admitted rather timidly, “Oh, Belle you’re going to kill me.”

   Her eyes bugged. “Did he propose?”

   You raised an eyebrow and said, “When does he not?”

   “You didn’t say yes!”

   “No, of course not!”

   “Then what happened?”

   You bit your lip. “Well, he asked to have dinner.”

   “And you said yes?!”

   You frowned. “No.” Then you paused before adding, “But I didn’t necessarily say no either.”

   Belle threw her hands up and sighed. “Well if it wasn’t a yes or a no, then what was it?”

   “I don’t know! I guess it was a maybe, we’ll see.”

  Belle’s face said it all: she couldn’t believe the words that she was hearing. How could she? You and her had spent many days in the past mimicking some of Gaston’s most ridiculous lines and gestures. Belle would imitate his voice and stick an imaginary bouquet in your face while you clutched your stomach and nearly fell backwards laughing. You would make her choke on giggles by miming his smirk and wiggling your eyebrows. You had spent some of the merriest times in your friendship joking about Gaston and his infatuation with you. No wonder it was shocking for her to now hear you say that you had practically accepted a dinner date from him.  

   “Are you insane?” she finally squeaked. You wiped your sweaty hands on your skirt. “Probably,” you muttered back, stepping past her to the table and tearing off a chunk of bread from the large baguette. You popped it in your mouth as Belle began pacing across the room.

   “But - I don’t understand, (Y/N). You’ve always said that Gaston was wasting his breath with you. That he was utterly absurd and you would sooner court Madam Roux’s old tabby cat. Besides, you know what he’s like! He’s rude, and conceited and -”

   “Belle,” you interrupted. She froze where she was and looked at you. “Hold still before you wear a hole in the floor.”

  She exhaled exasperatedly and crossed her arms almost sulkily. “I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you,” she mumbled.

    You pursed your lips and raised your hands in a clueless gesture. “Neither do I.” The smile began to return as you continued, “I wouldn’t be able to explain it if I wanted to. There was just something different this time. For a moment, I was looking into his eyes and I actually think I saw..”


   “Well, something along the lines of sincerity.”

   Belle scoffed. “Oh, I don’t doubt that he’s sincere. Sincerely full of himself.”

  You tossed her a disapproving look and shot back, “No one’s without their good qualities, Belle. Besides…I think there’s more to him than meets the eye.”

   Belle faced you with a stern expression. “You honestly think that there’s a chance that Gaston is a decent man underneath all of his peacock feathers?”

   You grinned at her and answered, “Call me crazy if you like.”

  Your best friend shook her head. “You’re completely crazy,” she lamented before snatching the baguette, ripping off a large piece and stuffing it in her mouth.

   The rest of the day dragged by uneventfully.

  You’d left Belle’s after eating a large lunch, then headed straight to your own house. After running the rest of your errands and taking a long bath afterwards, the jitters in your stomach had begun to grow.

  Essentially, you were meeting Gaston tonight. You were walking straight into the thing that you’d been trying to avoid for the past four years, but instead of dread, you felt only nervous excitement.

    Your earlier encounter with Gaston had undeniably changed something in your mind. Thinking of him - his looks, his voice, or even just his name - gave you a new feeling that you weren’t familiar with. It made your stomach tighten, but in a good way. It made your breath catch in your throat and your thoughts go fuzzy. Right at the moment, you weren’t sure if you liked it. But there was no going back now.

   The sun had reduced to a formless lake of burning orange hanging on the horizon by the time you left home for the final time that day. The skies to the west were a deep, silky navy dusted with stars, and the full moon was proudly standing out against backdrop. Villeneuve’s streets were lit with flickering lamps, and the amount of people milling about them was dramatically reduced due to the impending night.

   The tavern was only a three minute walk from your neighborhood, and your heart thumped a little quicker with every step you took. Every stride carried you closer to a night that would either live in your memory as a nightmare…or a dream.

   Well, you thought as the bar came into view, here goes nothing. Inhaling shakily, swishing your skirt out behind you and blinking a few times to clear your mind, you finally pushed through the door.

  The smell of ale and smoke dropped over your senses in an intoxicating veil. The light inside the tavern was dim and golden, and though the noise was jarring, an odd sense of calm settled in your stomach upon entering, soothing the nerves.

   Without wasting a moment, you weaved your way around the boisterous crowd to the bar, where you spotted the familiar face of Louisa as she filled two heavy metal steins with beer. She happened to glance up as you made your way to her, and she gave a startled smile.

   “(Y/N)! What brings you to this neck of the woods?” She questioned, sliding the full mugs to the end of the bar. You returned her smile as you leaned against the counter. “Girl can’t get a drink in this town?” you joked. Louisa cocked an eyebrow, reaching for another mug as she replied, “Last I knew you weren’t exactly a frequent to our fine establishment, dearie.”

    You traced circles in the wooden tabletop with your fingernail, saying, “Well, you’re right, I’m not. Just needed a change in scenery for once.”

   Liar, liar, a little voice inside you sung. You shook it away as if it were a pesky insect.

  “Now that I can understand,” Louisa said before placing the mug in front of you. “Careful now. This stuff’s strong enough to make steam come outta your ears.” You laughed lightly and thanked her, wrapping a hand around the cup. You then turned and leaned your back against the bar, taking a sip of the alcohol and letting your eyes wander casually around the packed pub.

   You nearly choked on the beer as your gaze snagged on one man in particular who was sitting near the roaring fire with his friend, LeFou at his side.

   Gaston reclined in his chair with his legs spread and his arms draped lazily over the armrests. His position caused his shirt to strain over his muscled chest, and his head was tilted to the side, a bored expression on his face.

   Until his eyes caught yours.

   You swallowed not-so-subtly.

   He blinked, a surprised smile flitting onto his face as he smacked LeFou on the arm, who nearly tumbled off his own chair before he too noticed you. “(Y/N)!” he welcomed loudly over the noise, beaming happily. The momentary lull of anxiety vanished, and your pulse shot back to a dangerous pace.

    Since there was no way to escape him now that he’d caught sight of you - and since you didn’t feeling like leaving either - you knocked back one more gulp of beer, thinking that you’d need it, then placed it on the counter.

   Your palms were sweaty as you stepped away from the bar and slowly worked your way around the many tables and bodies. You could feel Gaston’s gaze on you the whole time. When you finally navigated your way to him, you watched as his chest rose with what could either be an inhale, or pride. He shifted his shoulders.

   “(Y/N),” he greeted, almost savoring the sound of you name on his tongue. “You came.”

    “I’m a woman of my word, Gaston.”

  His smile deepened to a smirk, and he straightened up as he said, “Well, it’s a great pleasure to see you again.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “I’m sure it is,” you returned sarcastically. By this point Gaston had risen from his seat and advanced towards you until you stood separated by two feet at the most. Your heart flipped as his eyes briefly scanned your form before returning to your face. He then extended his hand and offered smoothly, “Drinks are on LeFou.”

   Despite your insides being a mess of butterflies, you couldn’t help but laugh. You took Gaston’s hand and asked, “Does he know that?” Gaston made a face that said who knows? and replied, “He won’t mind.” He flashed you a winning smile and then, his fingers laced through yours, led you to one of the only empty tables on the opposite side of the place. He politely gestured for you to sit first, then called towards the bar, “Louisa! Another round for the most beautiful girl in town!”

   You suppressed a blush as Gaston sat down backwards on the bench next to you so that his back and elbows rested against the table, enabling him to face you. “You weren’t kidding about saving the flattery for this evening, were you?” you teased.

   Gaston gave a short, low laugh and answered, “I’m a man of my word, dear (Y/N).”

  You continued the small talk until Louisa arrived with two more beers for each of you. She gave you a sly smile before returning to the bar, which you tried to ignore by quickly averting your eyes to the first stein.

   After several more minutes of chatting with Gaston, the rigidness started to melt off your body, and you relaxed, switching positions to straddle the bench and face him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was simply the ease of his company, but as the minutes wore on, a warm, electric feeling began to bloom in your stomach, working its way through your chest and into your head.

  You were unable to look away from his burning whisky eyes. You began to appreciate just how deeply attractive he was, and when you realized it, you didn’t try to banish the notion from your brain as usual. You let it linger, let it take over. You relished the sound of his rough voice and laugh, memorized every facial expression, every smug little grin, and even the slightest shift in his body language. Your body subconsciously drifted closer to his, feeling a strange need to be in some sort of physical contact. The most noticeable difference was that for once, he wasn’t trying to impress you or pepper you with compliments. For once, he was actually talking to you. Asking you about your family, your ambitions, and your daily activities. He remained flirtatious as always, but in a subdued and intimate way that was a hundred times more attractive than flowers and chocolates.

  If you’d been paying attention, you would’ve heard those little alarms in your head that warned you against falling for anything stupid. But it was too late. You were in too deep, and though it was something you’d never dreamed of admitting to yourself, all you wanted to do was stay trapped in this moment with Gaston, legs brushing, his arm extended behind you on the table, his fingers casually twisting a strand of your hair, and his eyes looking so deep into yours that you imagined he must be able to read your every thought.

   This was it. This was his second chance. One last try at winning your affections. One last try at achieving the ultimate goal. One try at earning your love slowly and purposefully the way it deserved to be earned. And as the hours dwindled away, Gaston could somehow sense that it was working.

BTS reaction to their non-Korean S/O wearing a Hanbok

requested by @bts-infired-meh


“If we ever have a traditional wedding, you have to wear it again. It suits you!”

Originally posted by missbaptan


“You look good, but I prefer your casual outfits, if I’m honest. More streetstyle, you know”

Originally posted by merrickzack


“You look like a cute doll, I admit that, but I would love it if you were wearing something else right now.” *suggestive Joon*

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan


“Yah, how are you going to dance in this?? We are visiting the studio now, come on! *whispers* you look very pretty by the way~” *wink*

Originally posted by hohbi


“Wow, you look really beautiful! N-Not to say you don’t look beautiful all the time, just…you look especially beautiful today.”

Originally posted by bangtanboyvines


“AHH, you look so cute! I just want to hug you, looking like a doll with a hanbok.”

Originally posted by bwipsul


“Oh, wow…I didn’t expect to come home to such a pretty lady.”

Originally posted by jeonify


I Won’t Tell a Soul | Jungkook

Genre: Angst, little bit of smut

Summary: He wants to treat you right, he wants to love you right, and he wants to give you everything.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I’ve loved this song for so long and I always wondered what it would be if I fit a member into a fic inspired by the song. So here you go!

Oh darling I know you’re taken, something ‘bout this just don’t feel right.

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Ok but let’s be honest. We all know who really needs this right now.

Sure Star, Marco, and Moon have gone through hell and back during the events of the entire movie. But. Despite everything, they’re still all together and alive and there for each other, no matter what trials and tribulations they have to face next. 

Jackie is stuck back at home on earth. Her and Marco have barely spent any time together as a couple and now he’s run off to face who knows what in a completely different dimension. ( Ok so we don’t actually see her having a discussion with him but it would be totally uncool if he just ran off without saying anything to her so we can kind of assume he told her before he decided to leave ) She has no idea what kind of dangerous things her boyfriend is getting himself into or if he’ll even come back alive. That and there’s the fact that he ran off to help Star right after she confessed to him right in front of her. First of all that’s super awkward. Think about it. Your SO’s best friend (who also happens to be friends with you) confesses to them right in front of you and now all of a sudden you’re stuck in this awkward love triangle with your SO’s super jealous best friend. And then they run off to said best friend right after all of this happens.  

What is Jackie supposed to think? How is she supposed to feel? Marco’s just being a good person and running to the aid of a friend in need. She was probably torn over his decision, knowing he’s putting himself in harm’s way and not being able to stop him or do anything about it but she’s too nice of a person to say anything. Plus she wants to be a good girlfriend and be supportive of him. But think of the anxiety she must feel while she’s stuck back on earth unable to do anything to help or even know if her boyfriend is safe. And she doesn’t know how Marco will respond to Star’s confession either. What if he decides to stay with Star on Mewni and doesn’t come back? Of course the probability of that happening isn’t likely and she’d probably feel guilty for having those types of thoughts in the first place but could you honestly blame her if she did? 

At least she has her other friends to hang out with to distract herself from everything but she seems like the type of person who won’t talk about her problems because she doesn’t want to drag other people down with her. So when they ask what’s wrong she continues to act chill and pretends that she’s fine even though on the inside she’s scared, anxious, and hurting. And if that’s true it just makes her whole situation even worse. There isn’t much to go on so this could just be me reading into things but there is a bit of subtle evidence that she may bottle up her feelings.

 Take the scene where Marco accidentally breaks her skateboard. 

It obviously didn’t hurt her to enough to leave an impression but you can still see the disappointment on her face. 

Yet she forgives him and acts like she doesn’t care because she’s just that nice. She doesn’t get angry at him. She doesn’t make him pay for it. She just forgives him and goes on with her life because she doesn’t want to make the situation worse than it already it is. 

anonymous asked:

are there any other drarry fics you'd rec (btw temptation on the warfront is one of my favs)

(I’m going through my saved fics, so it might be long - I have 150+ saved lol but I’ll post a link to all the ones I can remember that are really good. Please read the tags before just in case there’s something you might not like! p.s. the ones with a star are my faves - I’ve lots)

A Piercing Comfort by talithan - ( When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy’s patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he’s no longer sure he wants to). ✨

A Private Reason for This by Femme (femmequixotic) - ( When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn’t expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart).

A Hand Reaching Out by thethaumas - ( After the Battle of Hogwarts, the Malfoys are put on trial. Draco must adjust to a reality where the things he grew up knowing to be truths, are wrong, and learn how to live with the lasting damage the trauma he lived through left behind. He quickly learns that thinking of Potter’s hand reaching out to save him from the fire can help keep the panic at bay, but for how long? A story about coping, growing, and learning how to trust oneself).

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl - ( Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go). ✨✨✨

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound - (Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on). ✨

Annus Mirabilis by Ren - (Harry and Malfoy are trapped at Hogwarts around the time the school was founded. Stuck with a different way of doing magic, with no chocolate, and with each other, they have to find a way to work together if they want a chance to go home). 

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion - (Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify). ✨

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather) - (This series is technically complete but I may (or may not) add more one shots to it as inspiration strikes). ✨

Bond by AnnaFugazzi ✨

I’m cutting here because there’s A LOT of fics. I’ll add all of them here so it’ll be a big list. Everything else will be under the cut 

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What happened?

Hey :) do you think you could please write a klaus x reader where you two are dating and Hayley shows up with her child so klaus gets preoccupied with that and you obviously feel left out. But one day klaus’ enemies show up whilst he is gone and you have to fight them but you didn’t know that you were of werewolf descendant so you turn and he comes back to a very bloody house. You can make up the rest but make the reader strong ie isn’t really prone to crying? Sorry it’s so long .-.

Klaus x reader

It had been a few months now since Hayley had arrived in New Orleans, and your life had been turned upside down. Before that, you and Klaus had been relatively happy. Sure, you had your ups and downs, but you were working through them, together. But now? You felt like you barely saw him. He was hardly ever around, and the pair of you hadn’t had a decent conversation in months. You missed him, if you were honest with yourself. But you were far too stubborn to find him and tell him how you felt. Instead, you kept quiet, getting more and more frustrated as the weeks went by.

You hadn’t even had the chance to tell him what had happened last week. That you had killed someone, for the first time in your life. You weren’t even sure how it had happened- one minute they were alive, the next they weren’t. They had been taunting you, threatening you and the rest of the Mikaelson family. You had seen red, and suddenly, they were dead. Your anger never usually got the better of you so easily, but it had been getting worse recently. There was certainly more for you to be angry about, and you were keeping it all bottled up with nobody to tell about it. 

Tonight, you were yet again alone in the compound. Klaus was out dealing with the latest Hayley related problem, along with Elijah. The night was just beginning to draw in, and you were sat on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, curled up with a book. You had intended to wait up for Klaus coming home and try to actually spend some time with him for once, but it was starting to get late. You would be worried, but him coming and going through the night had become almost normal recently, so you had given up worrying. It wasn’t as if he worried about you, these days. Suddenly, a noise caught your attention. A thump, as if of feet landing. You let your book slip to the floor and got to your feet, peering over the balcony to see if you could see anything. Nothing was obviously wrong. You were clearly just jumpy, you weren’t massively keen on being home alone, especially in the dark. Now that you were up, you leant on the balcony and gazed up at the night sky. It was a full moon, you noticed with some trepidation. Why wasn’t Klaus home, with the possibility of werewolves in the quarter? 

Another noise caught your attention and you looked down. This time, there was something there. One of the vampires allied with Marcel was strolling into the courtyard, looking as if he owned the place. Your heart started to thump, but you kept your cool. “Can I help you?” You called down, voice as steady as you can make it.

“Are you Klaus’ girl?” 

“Excuse you?”
“I said, are you Klaus’ girlfriend.”
“Um…, yeah I suppose so.” You frowned, unsure why this was important. “What do you want?”

“Is he home?”

“Er…” You panicked, unsure whether to lie or not. “Not right now, can I take a message?” You decided that they were probably after Klaus, and you were safest if you were truthful.

“Oh, sweetie. You are the message.” You just opened your mouth to ask him to explain what he meant by this when there was a thud behind you. You whirled around to see another vampire behind you, veins appearing beneath his eyes as he launched himself towards you. Panicking, you fled down into the courtyard, where the moon was shining down. You felt strange, then suddenly a shooting pain manifested in your legs; your arms; your spine. You turned to face the vampire in the courtyard, and screamed, your eyes flashing yellow. Your bones began to crack as he realised what was happening and his own eyes widened. They hadn’t realised what they had let themselves in for.

Though logically, you knew you must be turning, you didn’t understand how this could be happening. You weren’t a werewolf, were you? You were distracted from your thoughts by another crack as your spine reformed, causing you to release another horrible scream. With this, the vampires seemed to suddenly decide what to do, and turn to flee. But by now you were furious, and half-changed into your wolf form. You snarled, grabbing the vampire nearest you and digging your fangs into his neck. This was the last thing you remembered before you finished turning completely, other than the awful, all encompassing pain.


Hours later, you awoke. The dawn light was just beginning to seep in through the windows and illuminate the room in which you lay. You looked around you, and promptly threw up at the sight in front of you. You were surrounded by the bodies of slain vampires, most of them with their throats ripped out, one still writhing with the effects of the werewolf venom. Blood coated almost every surface, and you were covered in it. You reached for something to cover yourself with, a throw lying on the nearest sofa, and were horrified when you noticed the bloody handprints you left on everything you touched. You sank back to the floor, leaning against the sofa, and let your head fall into your hands. What had happened? What had you done?

It was then that you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and then the door to the house opening. You didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare see who it was who was seeing you like that. 

“Y/N?” It was Klaus’ voice, and it was shocked. A little scared, perhaps even. Slowly, you removed your hands from your face and looked up, eyes wide.

“My God. What happened?” Slowly, Klaus walked towards you. His hands were raised as if to pacify you, as if you were a wild animal. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, voice shaky. “I…Marcel’s vampires, they came for me, and they attacked me, and then… I think I turned, Klaus.” You waited anxiously for his reaction, not having any idea what to expect. And you saw almost all possible emotions cross his face in the space of a moment: rage, fear, pride? and then, guilt. He knelt beside you and opened his arms, allowing you to crawl into them, despite your blood stained state. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I didn’t think you would ever be a target,” he murmured into your hair. 

“It’s not your fault, Klaus. I just… I can’t believe I did this.”
“Did you kill someone, Y/N?”
“Wha.. what do you mean? Look around you Klaus, of course I killed someone,” you snapped, nerves frayed.

“No, that’s not what I meant. You turned, you must have killed someone before now to activate the curse.”
“Oh… Yes. The other week. I don’t know how it happened, and I wanted to tell you, and talk about it, but you’re always so busy with Hayley these days and I never even get to see you!”
“I know. I’m sorry, but it’s important. This baby is important!”

“I know it is, but that doesn’t mean I’m not,” you replied, voice growing softer.

“I know that too Y/N. And I am truly sorry. I promise that I’ll make more time for you.” You smiled gently at him at this, pulling away a little to look up at him. “Are you okay?” He asked, taking a proper look at you now.

You shook your head. “No, not really. It hurt, Klaus. That’s all I can remember, how much it hurt. And this… I have to do this every month?” 

“Shhh,” he soothed you. “I know. We’ll find a way to make it easier, Y/N. And it does get easier, I promise.”

“You sure?”


  • [WWC 2015]
  • Becky: That's impossible.
  • Carli: Impossible? Becky, we put a man on the moon.
  • Becky: We? Did you have something to do with that?
  • Carli: No, not at all. But I have been watching Apollo 13 - a lot! I got the blu-ray at a garage sale, and oh my - Ed Harris! Do you remember, with the glasses? I mean, come on, he brought those Americans home just like I am going to bring that cup home to you. Like Ed says, "Failure is not an option."
  • Becky: I have no idea what you're talking about right now, but you seem really confident and you're talking about space, so I'm gonna go with your plan.