the peoples couch

can i amend that post and just be like…. more casual intimacy in lgbt relationships on screen because i 👏🏻 have 👏🏻 needs



I am So Done with these criticisms I keep seeing like “It was good and all but Diego Luna didn’t work for me casting-wise, he was too wiry and soft-spoken, not action-movie enough” and I’m like??? SPY???? That’s the point???? Honestly people need to stop forcing the Hypermasculine Jason Statham Aesthetic bullshit irrelevantly onto characters that bear literally no comparison.

Originally posted by lunadiego

victuuri as parents, anyone?

  • blanket forts galore! they move furniture around and make a space big enough to fit a kid (later kids), two fairly tall dads, and one or two dog(s)
    • they lie on their stomachs with flashlights and read stories in excited, lilting voices of different characters until the whole group falls asleep on the plethora of pillows strewn on the floor
    • they may or may not wake up with giant red marks on their faces, but it just makes their mornings full of laughter
  • they have frequent family movie nights! they all sit on the couch with popcorn in their laps and enjoy the movie, but it always ends with three or four people asleep on the couch, huddled together in an extra big and warm blanket– and the dogs, of course. can’t forget their dogs
  • victor and yuuri love to hype up breakfast, especially! pancakes have syrup and fruit and bacon piled on top of it in the shape of a face, and waffle houses may or may not be built
  • victor and yuuri are soccer dads. whether or not their kid ends up picking up soccer is up in the air (its their choice and victor and yuuri will support their interest no matter what), but they’re definitely the first parents to volunteer to drive around their kids’ friends around when need be
  • their fridge is covered from top to bottom in various arts and crafts, and victor and yuuri love to sit down and just color with their kid(s)
  • can’t call it one of my headcanons unless i bring up the fact that victor and yuuri scrapbook everything! yet another scrapbook slowly but surely fills up with pictures from the first day they adopted their kid, to their first day in school, first time winning the spelling bee, first time on the ice… a lot of firsts, and a lot of birthdays, for sure
  • this is a little more personal, but i have an aunt who keeps a poster with the words “love yourself” by her kids’ bedside, and that’s absolutely something that victor and yuuri would do. like my aunt, they both remind their kids how much they love them, and above all, how much they should love themselves because self-love is incredibly important
How people treat sexual orientation, as explained with furniture.

Heterosexuality is a couch. Nobody even bats an eye if you keep it in the living room for everyone to see–it’s simply expected. I mean, where the hell else would you keep it? Hidden in a bedroom? No, that would be weird.

Homosexuality is a bed. Having a bed in a public room is considered weird and gross–you’re expected to keep it in private bedroom you close the door to before anyone else comes over. Because even though there are a million and one things someone can do sitting on a bed that aren’t sexual (and plenty of ways to have sex on a couch), the first and foremost thing anyone associates beds with is sex.

Bisexuality is a Western-style futon. Sometimes it functions like a couch, sometimes it functions like a bed, but whichever position it’s in at the moment, it’s still a goddamn futon. People who want to use it as a couch give you shit for not having a real couch; people who want to use it as a bed give you shit for not having a real bed. It’s acceptable in your living room, but only if you make extra certain to put it in couch position and hide the sheets before company comes over. Otherwise, you’d better hide it in a guest room.

Asexuality is a table. No matter how many times you tell people it’s not meant to be sat on, dickheads with no manners will try to park their nasty asses on it anyway.

body language analysis series;

(1/7) Jeon Jeongguk ;

The way he carries himself; with Jeongguk in particular there’s a big difference between the him off today (YNWA era) and let’s say, Debut era, because he was just lil baby back then. So, he hadn’t yet developed his personality quite as strongly, he was still growing into himself quite a bit.

Jeongguk’s current day body language is the only thing I’ll be addressing because it’s the most relevant and actuate of his adult/developed personality.

Anyways, Jeongguk’s body language is CRISP, oh boy he’s super duper easy to read. This is pretty heavily due to the fact that he’s a physical person in general, less verbal, he tends to rely on physical intent and expressions to communicate his thoughts and feelings. So when/what he’s feeling, it tends to light up like Christmas lights, even if he isn’t saying how he’s feeling verbally, it reflects so super clearly.

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Okay how about yoongi leaving his family behind in order to pursue his musical career. He also left his girlfriend that supported his dream and ends up running into her after his success. The girl is a corporate lawyer who is suing big hit for copyright infringement. Suga still has feelings for her but doesn’t want to seem like he only likes her so the lawsuit could be dropped. Even though she tries to avoid him, they keep meetings inevitably through charity galas and corporate parties. I will leave the ending up to you ☺️


“Ms. Y/N, we have the team from Big-hit waiting for you outside. Shall I send them in?”

You looked up through your reading glasses to see Conrad, your assistant, bodyguard and friend, standing at your door. You shifted your weight on your luxurious seat just enough to see past him into the lounge. You could see a group of four people sitting on the couch, out of which one, you knew well.

Too well.

You sighed as you nodded your head to signal Conrad to let them in. He turned around and was about to leave when you called out to him.


He turned around to look at you.

“Yes, ma'am?”

You gave him a nonchalant look.

“Drop the honourifics please. We are childhood friends, it makes me uncomfortable.”

He gave you a half hearted smirk.

“Yes, ma'am.”

You watched him as he left and snorted. “Fucker.”


You lifted your head once again, hearing the urgent knocks on the door and a small, “ may I come in?”

You opened your mouth to tell your guests to make their way in but before you could, the door was pushed open and a bunch of handsome korean men walked in.

“Well, hello to you too.” You said.

You knew these boys. You had virtually stalked all of them(even the one remaining three, who were not present here), albeit unlike their fans, you had a completely different reason.

“Have a seat, please. I don’t see why you are being so shy after barging in like fantastic four.” You gave a little laugh.


The entire room went silent. Min Yoongi had spoken up.

“That’s Ms. Y/N for you.” You said with a smile. “What would you boys like to speak to me about?” You gestured for them to speak up.

“Drop the case. We did not copy them. You know it, better than anyone.” Yoongi spoke again.

Your expression turned from easygoing to a displeased one as soon as he uttered those words. 

Five minutes into the conversation and he says this? 

You removed your reading glasses, staring him right in the eye.

“Do I, now?” You said, the hint of anger clear in your voice.

“Yes, you do!” Min yoongi said as he put both his hands on your desk, his face screaming indigence.

“Min Yoongi-ssi, mind your tone. You are standing in my office, at my workplace. Don’t speak to me like we are separated lovers meeting after years.” You taunted.

Min yoongi’s eyes slightly widened as he straightened up and stared at you in slight disbelief.

“As far as the case is concerned, I’m looking into it. I do not know for sure if you have in fact, copied my client’s work. My uncertainty is the primary reason I sent you a warning notice. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do. Thank you for dropping by.” You said, as you picked up your glasses to put them on again.

“Y/N-ssi, please, listen to me.” It was the eldest, Jin, who spoke this time. “I meant to say this to you the day we performed at the corporate meet but I did not know you were the one dealing with this case. If you will allow me to be a little personal, I have something I need to say.”

You stared the man. You could tell he was smooth with his words.

“Go ahead.”

“I hope this resentment towards us is not because things between you and Yoongi didn’t end well.”

You looked at him with bored eyes and then shifted your focus towards Yoongi, who was glaring at Jin, and gave him a smile.

“You told them about our past?”

Yoongi turned towards you, “No, I mean yes, but-”

“It’s okay, ” You got up from your seat and walked towards Jin, who was observing you. You stood in front of him,  at a professional distance. “I don’t know what you have been told or why you thought about bringing this up but let me tell you, although I don’t owe you any explanation, I don’t bring my personal biases into my work. I can tell that you are disturbed but the only consolation I can offer you is this- I will never let an innocent man suffer. Not on my word. I hope this relieves you. If you are innocent, you will walk out of this innocent.”

Namjoon put his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “ Thank you. I trust you will do the right thing.” Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok, who gave you a bright smile, bowed and proceeded to leave the room.

You looked at them leaving and turned to Yoongi, who was leaning against your table looking at you with eyes that clearly showed he was in pain and conflict. You knew those eyes, you knew that gaze, you remember it so vividly.

It was same expression, the one he constantly had before he left you.

He kept a poker face though, looking here and there, avoiding your gaze as soon as you looked at him. Finally after five minutes or so, he seemed to have reached a resolve. He turned to look at you with the the same eyes and you felt your act falter for a tiny second but you buckled up.

You can’t show him what you truly feel. It took all your energy to keep yourself together, you have come too far to break down now.

He came closer to you and just when you thought he’d stop, he kept coming closer and hugged you.

“Y/N…How have you been?”

You didn’t move your arms, your resolve was giving away, you eyes were on the verge of watering.

“What an interesting question to ask in this position, Min Yoongi-ssi.”

He didn’t move and neither did you. He held you and you held back. 

Minutes passed and your hands finally moved to push him away from you gently. You looked at him and maintained your deadpanned expression. 

“Y/N…why are you being like this? You know I had to leave, you know the reason why we ended things.”

You snorted. 

“Don’t give me that shit. YOU ended things. Without my consent. You just left. You left me only a letter to tell me we were done, one fucking letter for all those years we were together.” You voice was starting to hint the anger you had within you.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N! How could we have been together? I didn’t even know how long I was leaving for…or if I was coming back at all. It would have been cruel for me to keep you hanging there, just waiting for me and-”

“How convenient.” You interrupted him. “You think leaving me like that was not cruel? I’m being ridiculous? For all the years we were together, you could not even think about our relationship enduring the test of distance and your immediate thought was to leave me? You didn’t even try. Forget that, you didn’t even bother asking me. How could you be so sure? It’s almost as if you didn’t want us to be together. If you had told that to me before leaving, it would have made a lot more sense to me. At least, a lot more sense than the shit you are sprouting right now.” You finished, you chest heaving.

Min yoongi looked shocked, and dare you say, even a bit angry.

“Okay..if you were so affected by me not being there in your life, why didn’t you call me? There was not a single text, no letter, no calls, nothing. It’s not like you tried, either. You can’t only blame me. I can only say I’m sorry for what happened, Y/N…but it wasn’t only me.”

You stared at him for second before saying-

“This has got to be the shittiest apology I have ever heard in my 25 years on this planet.”

There was silence in the room for a moment before you broke it.

“Leave, Min Yoongi-ssi. I think we are done here. I hope you have a wonderful career and I hope you find a lover who has no self-respect because that is clearly the kind of partner you are looking for. Adios.” 


Min yoongi could not believe fate. 

What were the odds, that the woman he thought about everyday, tried to find whenever he went back to his hometown-to his family-without success, would be suing his company for copyright infringement?

He loves you, he never stopped loving you, but things were so different when he met you again after all these years…you were so different, so independent and so…cold. You were not the same girl who would smile all the time and tease him by using that phrase which had become synonymous with your personality.

“Ahh…Oppa, you’re a genius rapper, really.” 

You were detached now, you didn’t smile when he met you least not that carefree, kind smile you would give him back in those days. You called him ‘Min Yoongi-ssi’ and it sounded so foreign to his ears. He had seen you at the corporate meet, from afar, looking like royalty and he froze for a moment. He was seeing you after years, but how could he have come to you? He was performing and the press was there. It would become a scandal. He knew you had seen him as well, you had locked eyes for a split second, but you turned away like you didn’t recognise him and continued speaking with the suited men and women, with a dead smile on your face.

You had changed and he had a strong feeling that he was the reason for that change. He had taken something from you and it was killing him. 

He loves you, he never stopped loving you. 

The camera in front of him flashed and he could care less about the photoshoot right now.

He knew he couldn’t stay away from you, not when he loved you so much and definitely not when you were right there, so near to him. All he could think about at that moment was much he loved you…and he would turn the world upside down to get you back. 

The camera flashed again. His resolve was renewed. He knew what he had to do.


SO that’s that. I will be dividing this into two parts. This is, you guessed it, part 1. The account that requested this has chosen to stay anonymous. 

Please give me reviews!




anonymous asked:

prompt/req: what you think happens during the jughead punching chuck/Betty slapping chuck scene

Hey! I put this prompt together with this prompt:  Can you do a fic based on betty and jughead hitting chuck in the promo for the next episode. Like chuck tries kissing betty or something then she slap s him so he starts bringing up the hot tub thing and jughead comes and punches him?

I hope you both like it!

Sweet Sixteen

“Juggie!” Betty said as she snuck up behind him, grabbing his hand.

Her drink sloshed in her red cup as she moved, the liquid spilling slightly over the side, dripping down her fingers.

“I want to show you something,” Betty pulled him towards the stair case, leading him away from the party.

Jughead grasped Betty’s hand, following her up the stairs and down the hall toward Archie’s bedroom.

“So, I know I’ve already given you your present,” Betty smiled as she entered the dark room. “But I just wanted to say happy birthday one more time.” She pulled him into the beroom and closed the door behind him, placing one hand on either side of his head and leaned in for a kiss.

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” Jughead chuckled as he kissed Betty gently.

Betty trailed soft kisses across Jughead’s jaw and down across his neck.

“Have I told you how much I like your sweater?” He breathed, his head rolling backwards to allow Betty easier access to his delicate skin.

“You do, huh?” Betty murmured, sending chills down Jughead’s spine.

“Mhm,” Jughead gulped. “I think crowns should be our thing. “I’ll  wear my crown beanie and we can get you a cute silver -” He stopped as Betty pulled back, the skin on his neck suddenly cold.

“Like this?” Betty smirked as she pulled her jeans an inch lower on her hip, showing Jughead her brand new crown printed panties.

“Yep,” Jughead gulped again. “Like that. You - you should wear those all the time, Bets.”

Betty smiled slowly, then knotted her hand in Jughead’s sweater, pulling him closer to her. She deepened their kiss quickly, tracing her tongue against Jughead’s bottom lip before slipping it in his mouth.

“Do you want a better look at them?” She murmured into his ear.

“Well, I do, Bets, of course I do but maybe we should continue this later? Y'know, before some drunk comes stumbling up here and ruins everything?” Jughead was gripping Betty’s shoulder, trying to read her expression.

She was looking down, biting her lip. “You’re right, Juggie. We’ll have our own after party.” She smirked.

Jughead let out a sigh of relief and returned her smile. He leaned towards her, enveloping her lips in one last kiss.

They returned to the party hand-in-hand, the music still blaring, the drinks still flowing.

Veronica and Kevin were talking in the corner, Reggie and Archie were chugging something in the kitchen and Josie and Cheryl were sitting on the couch, laughing, people milling around in every inch of the house.

"Hey, birthday boy!” A loud voice called from behind them. “You give her that sticky maple upstairs?” Chuck said, laughing. “Wait, what would your version of a sticky maple be? A lemon squeeze?”  His friends clapped his shoulder, laughing along with him.

Betty rolled her eyes and pulled Jughead towards the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?” Chuck followed them, laughing loudly the whole time.

Betty refilled her cup as Jughead raided the cupboards.

“You’re looking pretty good, Betty. You still want that Chuck special?” He asked, standing a little too close.

“Stay away from me, Chuck.” Betty cocked an eyebrow, glaring at him.

Chuck slid his hand up Betty’s arm, squeezing her shoulder. “What, you didn’t change your mind did you, Betty? Or is it Polly tonight?”

Betty felt her palm connect with Chuck’s face before she even realized what she was doing. “I said stay away from me, Chuck.” She muttered as she turned on her heel, leaving the kitchen. She entwined her fingers with Jughead’s, pulling him with her out of the room.

“What are you going to do?” Chuck called from behind her, following her into the living room. “Try to drown me again?”

Betty stood with her arms crossed in the living room, her face turning a deep red.

“Yeah! This bitch is crazy!” Chuck yelled angrily to the crowd that was gathering. “She tried to drown me!”

“You better watch what  you say, Chuck.” Jughead muttered angrily.

“What are you going to do about it, 8 Mile? Your girlfriend tried to drown me. She’s insane. That whole family is insane. She probably killed Jason Blossom, too.”

Jughead’s fist slammed against Chuck’s cheekbone, sending Chuck against the floor, blood spilling out of his mouth as he fell.

“Fuck you,” Jughead spat as he stood over Chuck.

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, grabbing his coat from the stair bannister and walked out of the house.


Requested by Anon - A Chris Evans imagine! Doesn’t matter what it’s about, as long as it’s full of fluff!

Word Count – 998

Characters – Chris x Reader

You were standing outside the door to your best friends apartment. You had knocked two times already and you were getting fed up. She was meant to be ready for the road trip you were going to take together but as usual she was late.
You turned and placed your back against the wall beside the door. You leant your head back and closed your eyes. You opened them again as the door on the other side opened up and your opened your eyes to see a tall man standing topless. You raised an eyebrow at his form and chuckled, trust her to live across from a wierdo. You leant closed your eyes and knocked against Y/F/N door again, this cause the man to turn around and see you sitting form.
‘Hi.’ He said and you opened your eyes leaning up from the wall.
‘Hi.’ You replied.
‘You know it’s warmer inside.’ He said with a smirk.
‘Really? I prefer it outside on the cold hard ground. You said rolling your eyes. He raised his eyebrow.
‘Yeah, it’s amazing, I don’t know how people sit on the couch.’ You said leaning back again. You felt movement beside you and you saw he has positioned himself across you.
‘Chris.’ He said stretching his arm out for you to shake it.
‘Y/N.’ You told him and it went silent. You looked at your phone for the time and sighed.
‘What’s up?’ Chris asked.
‘My friend, was meant to be ready and out here for 10:30 but I’ve been here half an hour and she’s not responding.’ You told him.
‘Do you not have a spare key?’ He asked. You shook your head.
‘No, she took it away from me.’ You said laughing slightly at the memory. Chris raised his eyebrow again.
‘I let myself in one night after I had been out drunk. Needless to say I will never get the image of her and that man out of my head.’ You said Chris started laughing showing his perfect white teeth and the slight wrinkles around his eyes.
‘Really?’ He asked.
‘Yeah, I had never seen a dude run out so fast.’ You said and Chris started laughing even harder grabbing his left boob.
You and Chris had been talking for another 10 minutes when your phone started ringing.
‘Hello, this best friend in the world speaking.’ You said but you had to take the phone away from your ear.
‘Where are you?’ She shouted into the phone.
‘Outside your apartment.’ You told her and looked at Chris rolling your eyes and causing him to laugh.
‘Who’s there with you?’ She asked getting curious.
‘Chris.’ You replied simple.
‘What Chris? Never mind you said we’d meet at your apartment.’
‘No I said I’d meet you here.’ You told her. You could hear her sighing.
‘Okay, I’m coming back the now. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes don’t move.’ She commanded.
‘Yes Sir.’ You said sarcastically.
‘It’s Ma’am actually. I’ll needed to teach you manners.’ She said from the other end.
‘You’ll just have to show me when you get here.’ You told her and she chuckled before hanging up.
‘I better get down to the car park.’ You said to Chris who was looking at you confused.
‘Okay.’ He said as he stood up to tower over you.
‘It was nice meeting you, hopefully we can do it again sometime?’ You asked and he nodded.
‘Yeah.’ He replied and he turned.
‘If we gonna do it again, I think I need your number.’ You said to him and he turned around rubbing the back of his head, flexing his muscles and showing his tattoos off.
‘Haha yeah.’ He said.

You thought back to the day you meet Chris as you and him left the reception, in a car, with the cans an all on the back.
‘what you thinking about?’ He asked you.
‘Why I even married Captain America?’ You sarcastically said and he lifted your hand up and kissed it.
‘Really though, the day I met you.’ You told him and he smiled wide and lovingly at you.
‘What bit?’ The bit where I forgot to give you my number or when I saw you drooling over my abs?’ He asked and you chuckled and punched him slightly in the ribs.
‘All of it.’ You told him as you looked at his side profile. You had fallen in love with him quickly, and he done the same with you but you took your time before you got married, four years in until he finally asked you the question. Well he didn’t have a chose when you found it whilst putting clothes away.
‘Well Mrs. Evans. You are now married to America’s saver and hero. What does it feel like?’ he cheekily asked you.
‘Well he’s a pain in the ass sometimes, when he forgets to do his clothes, but hey his looks and body make up for that.’ You said as you watched him driving.
‘But he needs to have a word with me on why he shaved his beard.’ You said and he looked shyly at you.
‘I wanted to look fresh for the wedding.’ He said glancing at you.
‘Well you better grow it back.’ You told him and he nodded curtly.
‘I will Mrs. Evans. I will.’ He said smiling. You sat up and looked out the window.
‘Good, causing there won’t be any baby making on this honeymoon until it’s frown back.’ You said to him and he glanced quickly at you to see if you were joking but he couldn’t tell.
‘You’re kidding, right?’ He asked panicking.
‘Mmmmm’ You said drubbing you chin.
‘Of course not.’ You told him and laughed when you saw him release a breath and relax.
‘God, were that worried?’ You asked and he gave you a guilty look.
‘You’re lucky I married you.’ You said as you leant over the seat and placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘—Kuroo on the armrest of Tsukki’s armchair—’
i drew this while rereading @sturlsons’ jaywalkers series for the 3rd time + wiping tears ,,, no lie dudes i’m in too deep i can’t even see daylight anymore help
I’ll Always Save You

Request: Yes! Here it is 

Warnings: vampires, vampire attack, fighting, jerk Klaus. 

“Harry….we need to talk,” You murmured, leaning against the door to your room. 

“What is it, love?” Harry inquired.

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you, about my family,” You murmured.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“I mean, they’re coming to town tomorrow, all of them. I’m going to have to go and meet with them,” You replied.

“Can I meet them?” He inquired.

“No!” You loudly said. Harry looked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry. I mean, no, that wouldn’t be a good idea right now. There’s some….trouble, and it would be best if it was just my family and I, tomorrow. But you can meet them someday, if you want.”

“Okay, love,” Harry murmured, reaching his hand out towards you. You took it, and he pulled you closer. 

“How about you spend time with the boys tomorrow, hm?” You asked, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. Maybe we’ll go to the pub,” Harry replied.

“That sounds like fun. Tell them I said hi?” You inquired.

“I will,” Harry replied. The two of you went to bed soon afterwards, Harry holding you close.

You awoke early the next morning, and quietly got out of bed, not wanting to wake Harry. You went downstairs and began to brew coffee, before setting out a mug for him.

“Morning, love,” Harry sleepily said, coming up behind you and putting his arms around your waist.

“Morning, Harry,” You replied, turning to face him. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully,” Harry said, leaning his head against your shoulder. “Your coffee smells amazing.”

“Help yourself. It’s just about done,” You said, gesturing towards the pot. “I’m going to be going out after I get changed. I’ll see you later this afternoon?”

“Sure, love,” Harry said, pouring coffee into his mug. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome,” You said, starting up the stairs. You quickly showered and changed, before calling out to Harry that you were leaving.

“I’ll see you, love!” Harry called. You got into your car, and began the drive towards Damon and Stefan, your cousins, house. You knocked on the door when you got there, and Stefan opened it.

“(Y/N), how nice to see you. Come in,” Stefan said, stepping back. You walked into the house, and went straight to the living room. Damon was there, pouring himself some whiskey.

“(Y/N)!” Damon exclaimed, holding out his arms. You rolled your eyes slightly, and walked towards him. He pulled you in, holding you close for a moment. “You should come visit more often, cousin.”

“You know why I can’t, Damon,” You murmured. “Harry’s already too curious about the family that is coming in to town today. Imagine if I told him that I was coming to visit my family who lives just outside of town. He’d want to meet you, then there’s the risk of him finding out about us, and if he finds out, I’m sure that he’ll leave me.”

“(Y/N), he wouldn’t find out. We’ve kept the secret for hundreds of years.” Damon replied.

“Except for that one time. Remember? They were going to burn you at the stake.” You said.

“A slight inconvenience.” Damon said, smiling.

“When did Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebecca say they would get here?” You asked.

“They should be here at any moment,” Damon replied.

“Okay.” You said, biting your lower lip. You weren’t sure about seeing all of them again, especially Klaus. Things had been a bit tumultuous the last time you’d seen him, and you weren’t eager to relive that argument again. He didn’t appreciate that you were dating Harry, who was mortal, and had no idea about the world you were a part of. Even worse, in Klaus’s eyes, was that Harry was well known, and if anything happened to him, it would be catastrophic for all of you. A knock came at the door, interrupting your musing, and you heard Stefan greeting Elijah and his siblings. They came into the living room, and took seats on the couch.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Elijah said, nodding solemnly at you. The rest of them greeted at you as well, and the meeting began.


Harry picked up his phone, hastily dialing Niall’s number. He heard the sound of the shower starting, and hoped that, along with that you were upstairs, would cover the sound of the conversation.

“Harry? What’s up?” Niall inquired.

“Something’s up with (Y/N),” Harry replied. “I started to ask her if I could meet her family that’s coming into town today, and she got really upset, and defensive. I want to make sure she’s okay. Will you come with me?”

“Of course. When do you want to meet?” Niall asked.

“Be here in ten?” Harry inquired.

“Sure thing,” Niall replied. You left soon afterwards, and Harry followed shortly, getting into Niall’s car. They followed behind slowly, watching until you pulled off into a long driveway. Niall stopped the car on the other side, and the two of them sat there, waiting to see if you’d come back out. When you didn’t, and another car pulled in, they decided to get out. They walked carefully through the woods, careful to keep out of sight of the driveway. They stopped when they reached the edge of the woods, and saw a large house.

“Wow,” Niall murmured.

“What is this place?” Harry inquired. They looked around, before creeping towards the front of the house. They crouched underneath an open window, Harry cautiously peering into the room. He saw you, and several other people seated on couches and in arm chairs.


“So, (Y/N), are you still dating that mortal?” Klaus inquired.

“You already know the answer to that, Klaus. I still am, of course, and he has a name. Harry.”  You snapped.

“I know the boy’s name. I’m just wondering why you, someone who is hundreds of years old, would waste your time on him,” Klaus snarled.

“Because I love him!” You angrily said, pushing yourself off the couch.

“But would he love you, if he knew what you are? Would he love you, knowing that you’re a vampire?” Klaus said, smirking.

“Is this why you came here, Klaus? To taunt (Y/N)?” Stefan inquired.

“No, it’s not,” Elijah interjected. “Klaus has managed to anger another vampire. A powerful vampire. We would appreciate your help.”

“Who did you anger?” You inquired, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“His name is Dominic,” Rebecca said. “He’s out for Klaus’s blood-and the blood of anyone related to him.”

“Great. How are we going to find him?” You asked.

“He’ll be tracking me,” Klaus replied. “He should be here in a few hours.”


Harry’s mouth fell open in disbelief when Klaus called you a vampire, and he fought every urge to run as fast as he could.

“Harry. Harry, did you hear that?” Niall whispered.

“I did,” Harry quietly said. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of them carefully crept away from the house, hurrying back towards Niall’s car. They got inside, and Niall sped back towards Harry’s home.

“Are you going to be okay, mate?” Niall inquired, as he pulled up in the driveway. 

“I am. I just….was he serious?” Harry asked. He was shocked about what he had heard, and wondering why you had never told him yourself.

“He sounded pretty serious to me.” Niall replied.

“I don’t even….” Harry murmured. “Do you think she’s ever bitten me?”

“I don’t think she’d do that to you, Harry. She loves you. How about I go get Liam and Louis, and we all spend the day together? Maybe go for a hike?” Niall asked.

“Sure. That sounds great,” Harry replied, getting out of the car. “See you in a bit.” 


“Harry?” You called, opening your front door. Harry’s car was in the driveway, but there was no sign of him in the house. Sighing, you tossed your purse down, your stomach prickling with hunger. You knew that you’d have to go feed soon, and that the forest was the best place to do so. You walked out of the house, heading towards the forest. You stepped into the cool woods, and used your heightened senses to search for your prey. You heard four human hearts beating, and shifted away from those. Listening again, you heard an animal snuffling through the underbrush. Your pace quickened in the direction of the animal, but you were drawn off course by the sound of screams. You turned towards them, recognizing one of the voices.

“Stefan, Damon!” You called, hoping that they would hear you, since you weren’t too far from their house.

“(Y/N)?” Stefan called, racing towards you. You saw, in dismay, that Klaus and everyone else was following him.

“Harry’s in trouble,” You gasped, before taking off in the direction his scream had come from. You looked over your shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that they were following you. You arrived in a clearing, and saw Harry, being held against a tree by a vampire that you didn’t know.

“Dominic,” Klaus spat.

“Let him go!” You hissed, stalking into the clearing.

“Ah, (Y/N). Klaus’s little cousin,” He snarled. “I don’t think I should let this boy go. He has your smell all over him, and clearly means something to you.”

“If you value your life, you will let him go,” You snarled.

“I don’t think I will. He looks delicious. What happens if I….have a little taste?” Dominic inquired.

“Don’t you dare. If you lay a finger on him, there will be no hope for you.” Damon hissed.

“(Y/N),” Harry whispered. “Run.”

“I’m not running, Harry. I’m not leaving you with him.” You quietly said.

“If you’re so determined to stay here with him, then you can die with him. The only question is, who is going to die first?” Dominic inquired.

“Me. You’re going to fight me, unless you’re scared?” You taunted.

“Scared? Of you? You’re barely a fledgling.” He snapped, letting go of Harry. Harry slumped backwards against the tree, trying to catch his breath.

“Elijah, please get Harry and his friends out of here. Take them back to Stefan’s, please,” You murmured.

“I will, (Y/N),” Elijah said, walking over to them. “Come with me.”

The five of them walked out of the clearing, and you watched Harry go, before turning back to Dominic.

“You want a fight? You’ve got one,” You snapped.

“(Y/N), let us help you,” Stefan quietly said.

“I need to do this, Stefan. You can help me if things go south, okay?” You replied.

“Okay,” Stefan murmured, not wanting to let you fight him yourself.

“Hm. Do you think killing you will hurt Klaus?” Dominic inquired.

“No, it won’t. Besides that, you won’t be killing me,” You replied, smirking at him. He snarled, before racing towards you. You raised your hands, blocking his fist as he aimed for your ribs. He continued to try and hit you, try and knock you off balance, but you blocked his shots.

“Why don’t you just give up, Dominic?” You snapped, blocking another of his punches. His other hand came around, and wrapped around your throat, pushing you against a nearby tree.

“Because he needs to suffer, and as much as you say that your death won’t hurt Klaus, I know it will,” Dominic snarled. He pushed you harder against the tree, and you felt small bits of wood digging into your skin. Dominic came closer to you, his lips curved into an angry smile. “Have you ever wondered what happens when a vampire is bitten by another vampire?”

“No,” You murmured. Dominic smirked, before leaning closer, sinking his fangs into your neck. You gasped at the sensation, before letting out a scream. A moment later, you felt Dominic being yanked off of you, and you slumped to the ground. Through hazy vision, you saw Klaus fighting Dominic, until your vision faded to black.


“(Y/N)!” Harry gasped, as Stefan carried you into the house. “What happened to her?”

“She was hurt. Come with us,” Stefan murmured, carrying you upstairs. Harry followed, biting his lower lip. Stefan lay you down on his bed, and covered you with a blanket.

“Call for me if she wakes,” He said, turning towards the door. “I’m going to see if any of the others have any ideas.” Harry sat next to the bed, watching your pale face. After what felt like an eternity, you began to stir.

“Stefan?” You murmured, before opening your eyes.

“Love?” Harry whispered, leaning towards you.

“Harry,” You quietly said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Harry replied. “But what about you? What happened after I left?”

“Dominic, he….he was going to kill me,” You sighed. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. I’m….I’m a vampire.”

“I know, love,” Harry murmured.

“You know? How?” You inquired, moving to sit up.

“I followed you earlier today. I was worried that your reaction to me wanting to meet your family was because they were unkind.” Harry replied.

“You heard Klaus talking about us?” You asked.

“I did. I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t have followed you,” Harry murmured.

“You shouldn’t have. But I’m glad you’re safe.” You said.

“I’m glad you’re safe, too,” Harry said.

“Will you come here? Cuddle with me?” You inquired.

“Okay, (Y/N),” Harry replied. You lifted up the blanket, and Harry got in next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, and held you close to him. “Thank you for saving me. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll always save you, Harry,” You quietly said, leaning your head against his chest. He gently rubbed your back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

 Written by Angel xx