#when your old pet dies and shit: The Dabble

[vomitspit2]

concept with viltrumite! mark grayson.

for a while, it doesn’t fully settle in his brain.

some half of him sits chin-deep in denial, not connecting two and two. even after his generals and his soldiers put you in the chain of dead carcasses that wraps around his planet like saturn’s ring, he still expects another body to occupy (keep him company) his bed at night.

he knew how humans die. he was not a stranger to death. he just had grown so comfortable in death that was violent and grotesque that a death that happened silently and quickly underneath a quilted blanket (just one exhale and you were gone in your sleep) was a foreign type of death.

he had heard that slow lup-dup lup-dup lup-dup grow even slower; he caught the sight of your last breath leaving your lips as he squinted and sneered himself out of sleep.

at least, he didn’t have to put you down like a suffering old yeller.

mark knew it was going to happen eventually. human hair turns gray and falls out; hands twist up into wrinkled claws; if the epitome of weakness needed a spokesperson, you were the only one on viltrum who would be chosen for the role. some days, you couldn’t even muster strength to rise from bed.

he feels robbed. he never got to say goodbye.

viltrum has always been a tomb. he only resided on it for the last three years because you had been growing too frail for space travel. now there’s no attachment holding him back.

he departs off into space with nothing but the clothes on his back.

for a while, there’s no destination. there’s no contact with his people. besides the nebulous black and pinpricks of white, mark cherishes this solitude, mind and stomach grumbling with leftover regret and leftover grief. he is a lifeless body, a ship with no navigator, a lost piece of driftwood.

eventually, he touches down. the planet is a mud and clay wasteland, staining the bottom of his soles. uninhabited, mark continues his stewing of solitude.

by the time he has finally decided on what to do next with his body, the planet is covered in his pacing footsteps like mini highways. mark finds a groove of clay and kneels down in it. undeterred by the stains, he starts to gather some up in his hands and mold it.

molds and molds.

finger and thumb.

pinch and smooth.

scrape and add.

he takes his time. he no longer worries about how quick time is passing when you are no longer there to remind him with each new liver spot, each new gray hair, each new pain. he sits down for a foodless month and molds the dimensions of your once youthful face into clay.

eventually, mark believes he has replicated you without imperfection — a copy of what you looked like sixty years ago. you stare back at him with gray irises and frown your gray lips at him. you were never warm in your last months, bundled under blankets; your clay skin is cold too.

he waits through a sunset for you to speak through this sculpture.

he waits through a sunrise for him to find the words he wants to say.

both never happen.

when he finally stop thinking of what he wants to say, he says, “you … you were a good pe — person.” then, he softly slots his lips over yours.

the sun must be making his eyes sting; this planet has no clouds but it's soaked wet. the taste of sediment lingers on his mouth, earthy, and he smells the scent of tide curling up on the shore of a beach. saltwater. saltwater from him? saltwater from the planet? mark doesn’t want to know.

with one last look, the viltrumite crushes the clay in his hands.

some of it splatters on his face. the clay is warm on his cheeks, like a goodbye kiss.

[un-bearablysweet]

Teetlez in Highschool

Just some dabbles or headcanons on what I feel like the boys in April's school would be like,🤷🏿‍♀️ so let's start with one the leader Raph. 

Human Raph is heavily inspired “Almguav” their blog is awesome so go check it out, I nearly died when I saw Raph have waves. Being Black myself with brothers I can tell you that brushing “with” the grain is a must. And now all I can think about is Raph going to the barber to have his lines shaped up and his fade on point.

Raph is often judged due to his size, and high school was not a pleasant experience at first. I also offer up for your consideration Raph having dimples. Once entering the hallway, students and teachers alike moved out of the way, his hulking figure taking up space in the already crowded hall.

6ft tall wearing a red during, black tank top, and red basketball shorts, his black Nike's squeaking against the clean floor. His face planted into his phone, trying to understand his class schedule. He could feel people staring, and it was a bit unsettlingly, especially since April said people wouldn't even notice new kids.

It was probably the scars showing on his now caramel-colored skin. His arms and hands had the most markings from years of punching stuff he shouldn't have. The rumor mill already at work on why the new kid look like he punched a truck a won.

And then it happens...some poor scrawny nerd carrying heavy textbooks slams into Raph’s back. The entire hallway goes silent, everyone waiting with bated breath for the inevitable fight...well not a battle with the new kid's size it would be more of a slaughter.  

Realizing what had happened, the nerd doesn’t even bother getting up again. His glasses were off somewhere on the floor. Oh well, they were probably safer on the story anyway. Closing his eyes, he waited for the inevitable punch to the gut or the face; he found himself being slowly lifted into the air by his shirt single handly. 

“well here it comes I’m either gonna be shoved into a locker or tossed into a trash can again.”

Only the hit never came, and he was gently set back on his feet, glasses placed gently back on his face. Taking a chance, he peeked one eye open to see on almost puppy dog look on this giants face.

 "Hey, little buddy, you alright? You should be more careful, try carrying your more with your legs than your back." He said as he stacked the fallen books back into his hands.

With that, Raph turned back around his focus once again on his phone. He quickly trekked down the silent hallway moving passed the stunned students. People's jaws open from the lack of violence.

and the only thing the nerd could say, speaking for almost everyone who had witnessed the scene. "What the Fuck?"

Raph is a godsend to the Football coach and the team. Never in his 30 years of coaching had he seen an enormous player move so swiftly and gracefully. He was pretty sure this Rapheal kid never touched the ground once during tryouts.

Surely he's been playing since he was a kid and had transferred from another high school. The coach nearly fainted when he said that this was his first time playing on a football field and had been homeschooled for the past 16years.

"It's probably from all the dancing I do, especially the ballet, Mikey's better tho.

And the surprises kept coming when Raph entered his math class the teacher felt he had dealt with Raph's type before. He was no doubt the standard jock who slacked off during class but still wanted to play at next week's game.

2 weeks in and Raph was the most attentive student in the class, while not being the best at math anyone could see that he tried his hardest. He asked questions during class, stayed afterward for tutoring and tips, and did his best to stay awake and pay attention.

And the day Raph answered a problem in class and got it right, the teacher could swear he saw stars in his eyes. And when his test grades went up from 65 to an 80, he immediately was out the door dialing on his phone. "Donnie, you won't believe what I got on the test!"

Raph joins the knitting club, and the members nearly fainted when they saw him in the doorway.

"Hamato, why weren't you at the game on Friday? We needed you! "

"But coach, I told you that the knitting club competition was on Friday and that I couldn't make it."

Coach *Surprise Pikachu face*

It quickly became known the Raphael did stand for bullying of any kind as would be quick to call anyone on their shit, especially his teammates

Raphael ‘Hiroki’ Hamato

16yrs old, Junior 

Quarterback, Vice President of the knitting club, member of a local boxing club

Hiroki meaning “abundant joy and strength”

Voted most likely to miss a game, because he wanted to pet a stray cat.

I like to think that Splinter gave them all Japanese middle names that fit them well. 

Did you guys like it? should I even continue? lemme know because next up is Donnie.

[ryuijsakamoto]

I just would like to take a moment to talk about my fave headcanons i have for all the characters

Akira:

he is the most OVER DRAMATIC bitch on this earth

he definitely did theatre at some point in his life

after his arrest he sometimes gets really nervous and has trouble conveying his words. he stumbles over them and cant convey his point well

ann and haru like to braid his hair sometimes

when he was younger he faked not being able to see so he could get glasses, it didnt work tho

so hence now he wears fashion glasses

he had braces in middle school

there is One(1) picture of middle school akira. One

he 1000000000% believes in ghosts and has since he was a child

aliens though? not real.

takes lots of selfies when he moves back and sends them to his friends often

biggest flirt but if u flirt back with him he. Dies cannot talk his face is fully red and hes hiding behind his hands

takes every opportunity to visit his friends 

claims hes not a sap but futuba swears she saw him crying over a handwritten thank you card from ‘’that one arcade kid names the kind or smth’’

Ryuji:

when he was a kid he has a fluffy mess of hair similar to akiras and it was the cutest thing ever

he needs reading glasses but no one knows because hes embarrassed by them

he likes to doodle on papers, hes not an artist but he likes to make dorky quick drawings in the corner of his paper

he has trouble focuing sometimes and likes to tap his foot silently or draw lines on paper to help him focus

calls yusuke and akira pretty boy by habit, it started as teasing but then it just became a Habit

he keeps every gift his friends give him and therye very dear to him

he has akira help him dye his hair

when one of his friends is gone / in danger he doesnt dye his hair again until he knows theyre safe

his mom sewed his purple jacket for him herself

he likes to cook and bake

he hold his bros..bro come cuddle me...he very affectionate with his friends and casually touches like hugs, hands over shoulders, etc.

sings to himself when hes alone

Ann:

she has a pretty popular instagram account

she has really bad handwriting

like ryuji, very affectionate 

she loves beanies and wears them especially in the snow

likes to make pointless arguments with ryuji sometimes, stuff like is water wet?

likes to curl her hair over breaks, thinks it looks cute

she loves to watch sappy romance and drama shows / movies

she stress eats

hates when people attack her friends on her instagram 

she has pet fish 

she picked up gardening from haru, its only a small plants and she forgets to water it sometimes but shes trying her best

Yusuke:

he is secretly a sucker for cutely decorated sweets

he had a small anime phase, not that he told madarame, but he has a box full of his old anime drawings and he will Never show them to anyone

he, like ryuji, sometimes drawes in the corners of his papers

unlike ryuji his are more detailed n not as dorky, its usually a detailed flower pattern or something of the sorts

he straightens and dyes his hair

his room? full of art pieces and posters u cannot see his original walls

he always has his phone on dnd and forgets to check it for days sometimes

he has 5 pairs of the same shirt, each one for a different occasions (they all look the same though...we dont ask why)

when he gets too worried over his art and stuff usually his friends will drag him out of his room and make him go eat with them

his friends pictures in his phones are hand-drawn little sketches he did

when hes concentrating really hard he puts his bangs into a ponytail so they dont fall in his face

so clumsy. he trips over everything

Makoto:

got through school before highschool without having to study

is not good with change

loves cute plushies and clothes

is Tired please give her a break

when Sae notices shes overexerting herself she makes sure to leave some of makotos favorite food and a small note for makoto on her bed

she just loves her sister very much

actually really likes spicy foods

u mention around her youre having trouble in school? not getting enough rest? forgot your lunch? Mom Mode Makoto activated

when shes alone she can curse up a storm

likes to play poker

is really good at talking to people and keeping up frienships

after highschool she is always busy u wanna hangout? she has 2 available days for the next 5 months

Futuba:

she has braces. she despises them

a very picky eater

sometimes she falls back into her old habits of hiding and isolating herself, when that happens shes learned to text someone and they sit outside her door and talk to her untill shes feeling better

cries easily, especially over characters and shows

has a phantom thieves fan account

when morgana and akira move away she gets a cat plushy because she misses her friends

shows everyone so many fun online things, discord? they have s discord gc because of her

akira has to remind her to drink water and fix her posture too much

wants to cosplay

shes really nervous for her first day of school but joker texts her all throughout the day even if he got in trouble for it

surprisingly a morning person

Haru:

she Runs on caffeine

likes to spoil her friends, yusuke spent all his money again? heres enough to get home and also buy a 3 course meal 

works at a plant shop even though she doesnt really need to because she loves being around plants

plays piano and cello

touch starved pls hug her PLEASE

likes to fish

cutest laugh please protect her

also dabbled in acting, though hers was more classical stuff like shakespear

she loves golf and swimming

knows how to fight and will do so if needed

she bullet journals

Akechi (in general + if he got to stay with the pt):

actually doesnt have a strong opinion on pancakes, just was really feeling like eating pancakes that day when he overheard morgana

he loves the praise he gets but the spotlight is exhausting

shido told him long hair didnt look good on him once so now he refuses to cut it out of spite

loves to watch gordan ramsey, thinks its hilarious

Bottles up his emotions like crazy

actually really caring towards his friends, always checking up on them and making sure theyre taking care of themselves

loves shit talking his dad, esp with ryuji haru and yusuke who join him and shit talk their own father figures

he wears colored contacts

writes poetry, no one knows this though

cannot back down from a bet, tell him that he wont eat that spoonful of wasabi? hes choking it down with tears but at least he proved you wrong

kinda very incredibly petty

a big fan of mythology, he looked into it after getting his loki persona

loves movie dates with the phantom theives

[mini-pretzel]

alright dude yea EVERY NUMBER FOR SWEETHEART ASKS

… what have i signed up for?

//cracks knuckles

grab a juice box, grab a snack.

we’ll be here for a while. what have i gotten myself into

1. Talk about your first love. 

oh jesus. i actually recently found my old journal lol

from way back when. 2009 i think? i was 13 or some shit. jesus. ok. so my first love was actually over the internet.

yeah, i know. nowadays we’re spoiled with tinder n shit, but back in 2009, all we had was myspace and msn and i met this fucker on skype.

i was so ahead of my time.

anyway, it was october 25, 2009.

here’s a snippet from my journal entry:

well i met a guy on skype. he’s a month younger cause my b-day is on oct 14 and his is on nov 18. but i don’t mind it.

yoooo i was into younger guys even at 13, jfc hahhaa //kill me jk hmu

and then on the next page hahahhaa omg

december 2, 2009

well me and ___ are no longer together. well we never began. he broke my heart two times already. going in depression. please don’t bother. first love, ha!

omfg damn, two months. yeah, that lasted long. also old me: ur so dramatic lol

also i was a feisty lil fella, jeez.

2. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion? 

this one

3. How’s your heart feeling right now?

a lil stressed. im like, hoping i can get through all of these questions without my computer crashing. pray 4 me.

4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do? 

ok, first thing to note, i fucking love self care. like, too much if im honest.

baths with bubbles and nice smelling scents, lotions, a face mask, taking my time with washing my face and hair and putting on the cutest clothes after. also snacks, always snacks.

when im feeling like spending money: massage. full body. best thing ever. i treat myself to it at least once a year for my b-day.

5. What’s your skincare routine? 

ok so i just got a new skincare line. it’s from nature republic. i have a cleanser, a toner and a moisturizer. it’s fairly simple (unlike 9 steps in korean ahhahha, but like i’ll probably get there in time) also i have a peel mask that smells like bananas that i put on twice a week to get rid of dead skin cells. oh and sometimes i do korean face masks, too.

6. How did you get to be so beautiful?

answered that q here

7. Do you have any stuffed animals?

NO! //hides them all away

8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?

thailand. my parents took me w/ them on their honeymoon.

lol idek why either. trust me.

i was just there for the swimming, riding elephants, getting food poisoning and downing two banana splits in one afternoon. good times.

9. Favorite thing about your room? 

i live in a jungle. but also in an art gallery cause my mom buys paintings online and resells them, but it’s become such a habit for her they are literally EVERYWHEREE I CANNOT.

also sorry mom i keep forgetting to water the GAZILLION plants THAT YOU HAVE MOVED INTO MY ROOM FOR SOME REASON. they’ll be dead by the time ur home. srry ilyyyyy.

also tae hmu if u want some paintings. i got way too many.

10. Opinion on love? 

dude. idk. i mean. it’s definitely not something one can describe easily or fully grasp.

im still waiting for my big love to come along, so like, we can talk about that when we get there.

otherwise, i’ll say this quote that i heard in a song:

give your heart, but keep your head.

11. Are you affectionate? 

with certain people. im weird.

with some people im like no, don’t touch me pls. i bite and scratch.

and with others you cannot get them out of my death love grip.

12. Who do you look up to? 

i look up to bts a lot. they’re doing a lot of good and they’re very respectable artists.

but i also look up to a lot of writers on here because i want to create worlds and writings like them. i won’t tag them cause rip them trying to find why i tagged them in this long ass post haha.

13. Favorite poet? 

@psycho-slytherin

lol sorry bae

ur gonna have to scroll to find out why i tagged u. and then go red and yell at me. hahah.

i also like silentium! by Fyodor Tyutchev

also everything by pushkin (esp ‘i loved you’ fuck that one gets me every time). seriously. that man isn’t called the golden poet in our country for nothing.

i actually don’t read a lot of poetry nowadays unless its my own or my friends’

but im open to recommendations

14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?

answered here!

15. Do you play an instrument?

lol no. i was almost taught the piano (lol rip me, i wanna kill my younger lazy ass self) and i dabbled into learning the violin. but that’s like a whole story and a half hahahaha.

16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?

i used to pencil draw, nothing special tho. a lot of naked ppl lol. butts n boobs were my fave. also pecks whoo.

17. Do you dance? What style of dance? 

i don’t! but i want to. i’ve been looking into dancing schools. i might do hip hop n stuff. see if i have the rhythm, i can’t tell from just jumping around my room lol

18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology? 

im a libra yo. diplomatic and indecisive af.

i kinda do? there’s some sense there, but it’s too vague. i think ppl need to look into their charts to really grasp their character.

and for some it may not be true at all, so like. idk. we’re all just doing our best here.

19. Favorite old film? 

a russian film that i always watch over the new year. my mom would always joke that the new year doesn’t start till we watch it lol

the irony of fate

20. What’s your hairstyle? 

idk

u

tell

me

21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?

cloudy but warm. so there’s not too much sun but u can enjoy a nice walk outside without getting rained on.

22. What upsets you most about the world? 

i only have two hands but there are so many cats and dogs. i cannot pet all of them.

23. Are you in love right now?

answered ;)

24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!

here u go

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them! 

i don’t! but i wish i did i would shower them with my love.

but @the-trth-untold dogs are the cutest and @psycho-slytherin cats make my day. pls spam meeeee. also i love @paristae cat too.

26. Do you have a lucky number? 

yup. 22.

27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash? 

i’ve never seen a fallen star, so no.

but i’ve wished on a fallen eyelash, always.

28. Do you believe emoji spells to work? 

emoji spells??

bruh i’ve never even heard of it till this ask wtf is that shit

bruh i mean if it works for ppl all power to them??? idk i never tried it

29. Do you believe in magic in general? 

i believe in magic tricks. but magic died for me when santa stopped existing.

30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?

here

31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue? 

gorgeous colors. i quite like mauve pink and deep dark blue tho.

but baby blue looks amazing on some folks. oof.

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite? 

piano. always.

33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain? 

answered :)

34. Who makes you happy? 

bts and all of my mutuals <3

35. What makes you happy? 

sleep, food, music, writing, cuddles. and forehead kisses.

also more listed here

36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like? 

i live in a nice apartment. doesn’t have to be expensive, just nice and clean with wooden floors and spacious windows.

i have all the necessities that i need and im never lonely.

i have also touched countless hearts by my books and am able to live comfortably just from my works.

haha. you said ideal, right?

also have someone to spend it with. someone i’d write poetry about daily. a bestfriend first and foremost before a lover.

37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?

answered this fella here

38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own? 

i used to have dresses. but not anymore.

i liked the long sleeve sweater black one i had with a low cut. it was gorgeous. i dont have much of boobage but i always felt like i was sexy in it.

39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it? 

yep. you just kind of take it one day at a time. some days will be better than the last. some days you’ll cry a little harder and some days you move on a little further. it takes time. make sure you have good people around you so you don’t fall into depression.

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them? 

ah, to be honest i don’t have a closest friend. i’ve always been the kind of person that always had friends around her but never anyone too deep. and i kinda wish i did. i just don’t know who would come to fill that spot. people always leave, so i kind of gave up assigning that spot. i think the people that want to be in that spot will show themselves and tell me. otherwise i will not assume or assign.

41. Introvert or extrovert? 

introvert. but i have my moments. i can be charming and friendly when i want to.

42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI? 

i had to look it up cause i forgot what it was lol

i took the test a while back: im infp.

there’s not a lot of us, apparently. which is cool. shout out to all infps out there!

43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, or an angel? 

hmmm. what kind of fairy tho? lol

maybe vampire? idk i’d be a sexy immortal lady that’d bite innocent boys and girls that just want to have a good time lol

44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? 

this oneee

45. Parlez-vous français? 

no~

46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to? 

butchart gardens

47. Where/when do you truly feel at home? 

here

48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous! 

kdjfalkfjdlkdsaf //hides

this ask is flirting with me…

well that’s as much action as im going to get this new years eve lol

49. Favorite shoe you own?

my sweet rose gold kicks, yo.

50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them? 

lol no. i cannot. and i do not. im not made for heels. im tall enough as it is.

51. Do you feel loved? 

every time i talk to my mutuals yes //cry

52. How do you express love to those you care about? 

by saying cute words and by clinging to them like a koala.

53. Favorite term(s) of endearment? 

sweetheart, dear, idk im just like anything honestly. love, baby. go crazy.

i also love mean terms like idiot and stuff. or nicknames that hold inside jokes, something between the two of you only.

54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you? 

hasn’t happened yet. so yeah. any takers? lol

55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been? 

reading a good book for the first time. or just experiencing something new that i end up loving for the first time. nothing can replace that first feeling.

56. Are you happy right now? 

happy im almost done hahhahahahaa. ha.

no but srsly i am <3

57. What makes you smile? 

stupid jokes. puns. someone laughing and showing themselves fully.

58. Do you laugh a lot? 

i mean. i think so? i try. i make jokes a lot and laugh at myself if that counts?

59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic? 

ughhhh comfy bf aestheticcc

60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)? 

i have a sour view on marriage. so only if i love someone hard enough. but even then i don’t know if i’ll do it. it hurts too much to think about marriage and wedding rings for me.

61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married? 

see above.

62. Favorite flower?

orchid.

63. Favorite artist?

claude monet.

64. Favorite music artist?

bts lol

no surprises there.

65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you? 

its not something for me to decide. i try to be kind to everyone, but how it is interpreted is different for everyone. i’d like to think i’m kind.

and yes, very important. especially being kind to yourself.

66. Ever made a playlist for someone? 

yes i have. i love making playlists for people. i don’t get asked that enough.

67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath? 

music. music always helps. and tea.

ideally i’d love for someone to massage my scalp, but hahah no one’s been able to do it the right way. when it’s done right i melt and forget about everything.

68. Early bird or night owl? 

night owl.

moonchild, lol

69. Morning routine? 

wake up, look in the mirror, look away from the mirror, go back to bed.

70. Night routine? 

SHOWER N NICE SMELLING LOTIONS. AND SKINCAREEEEEE OOOOF.

also fresh sheets.

71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion? 

answered here

72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after? 

i only cry when i watch or read something. and it does help. i always feel better after. but i tend to keep my emotions hidden away, the negative ones at least.

73. Do you like hugs? 

i love hugs. come hug me, bro.

u must smell nice tho.

74. When was the last time you kissed someone?

august.

75. Are you small or tall? 

tall. 175cm.

76. Do you like wholesome memes? 

answered

77. Favorite thing about the past? 

cd players. chia pet commercials. flip phones. mom jeans.

78. Do you ever wonder about the future? 

all the time. esp mine. i have no idea what the fuck im doing.

79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in? 

yep. i’ve lived in america and canada before. and traveled a lot.

80. Do you like plane flights? Airports? 

i don’t mind flying. and depends on the airport. some are better than others.

81. Sunrises or sunsets? 

sunrises. every day is a new day~

82. The beach or a forest? 

bitch- i mean beach. :)

83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood? 

any time i am eating. or sleeping. or reading.

im so close to being done omg. this is fun tho.

84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t? 

always. ain’t nobody gonna deal with that baggage lol

85. Favorite kind of tree? 

japanese maple tree

86. Do you care about the health of the Earth? 

i mean i don’t even care about my health that much tbh, i need to work on that.

87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything? 

that i got to travel and learned english very young.

88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book? 

answered here

89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment? 

old school disney

90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have? 

answered this bad boi here

91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance. 

eyes. have to work on my ass tho. squats baby.

92. When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about? 

after a massage.

93. Do you worry a lot? 

eh, i worry enough, i suppose. there’s just some stuff you can’t control.

94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?

dazzling lights of the city. especially in the evening. and in the winter. ahhhhh. someone hold my hand and walk with meeeeee.

95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason? 

no i haven’t had that pleasure, lol

maybe next year

96. Favorite pastry? 

BUTTER. CROISSANT.

97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness? 

yes. uwu

98. How’s your day/night going? 

well im finally done with this ask holy shit, and i need to resume writing my namjoon fic so… fantastic. i also have noodles. whoooo.

thank you for reading this whole damn mess of an ask.

ily<3

[kalamangani-blog]

Kala Mangani -- Character Sheet

come stop your crying / it will be alright / just take my hand / and hold it tight / i will protect you / from all around you / i will be here / don't you cry

Archetype — The Caregiver Birthday — March 24, 1971 Zodiac Sign — Aries MBTI — ENFJ Enneagram — 2, the Helper Temperament — Sanguine Hogwarts House — Slyther---?? Moral Alignment — Lawful Neutral Primary Vice — Envy Primary Virtue — Humility Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — Mary Burroughs Father — Rodolf Burroughs Mother’s Occupation — Nurse (retired) Father’s Occupation — War Veteran (retired) Family Finances — modest Birth Order — youngest Brothers —  Moude (oldest, 55), Tuedur (second oldest, 53) Sisters — Effat (third oldest, 51), Anine (fourth oldest, 49) Other Close Family — Marva (30, niece, Anine’s daughter, has husband: Frank, and a son: Emmerson), Kirk (28, nephew, Anine’s son); William (Effat’s husband), Jaynie (27, Effat and William’s daughter, has husband: Aaron), Felix (24, Effat and William’s son); Lysette (Tuedur’s wife), Abraham (25, Tuedur and Lysette’s son), Erna (23, Tuedur and Lysette’s daughter); Andrea (Moude’s wife), Mary (24, Moude and Andrea’s daughter, twin to Ruth), Ruth (24, Moude and Andrea’s daughter, twin to Mary). Best Friend — Some NPC probably from the hospital. Other Friends — Her hospital friends, any Swynlake Natives Enemies — None really Pets — None Home Life During Childhood — Hectic with five siblings, being the baby she was simultaneously babied and picked on a lot, but overall had a pretty great childhood. Parents were strict, but they loved their kids a lot and wanted the best for them. Teenage years were a bit harder because Kala struggled with her weight and because Anine’s drug problem started getting bad and Kala felt like she had to help take care of her, but even with that she was pretty privileged. Town or City Name(s) — Swynlake, England What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — She shared with Anine until she moved out for university. They hug up tons of posters on the walls, of course. Kala probably changed her room up a lot because she’s very much a spring cleaning, out with the old/in with the new kind of person. Any Sports or Clubs — She could’ve been in some science club, she probably played an instrument I’m going to roll the dice and say a FLUTE. She wasn’t amazing or anything and def hasn’t played since secondary. Might’ve dabbled in some theater. Was probably a youth leader. Favorite Toy or Game — Loved her dolls and stuff as a little kid, loved playing house and dress up. Schooling — Did well in school overall, but wasn’t like Amazing. Went to PrideU. The classic Swynlake Native education. Favorite Subject — Science Popular or Loner — in between? She had her group of friends but she wasn’t popular. Important Experiences or Events — Meeting Kerchak! Dating Kerchak! Probably when her sister started doing drugs and tried to drag her into it that was fun. Getting into PrideU’s nursing program! Becoming an aunt! Again! And again! And again! Graduating! Marrying Kerchak! When she found out she couldn’t have children. Nationality — English Culture — Catholic Religion and beliefs — Catholic, pretty conservative, though open to Magicks and homosexuality -- more just spiritually conservation y’know, like doesn’t drink and didn’t have premarital sex. She’s not judgey tho.

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Chandra Wilson Complexion — lighter skinned, with freckles! Hair Colour — Brown Eye Colour — Brown Height — 5’1 Tattoos — None. Piercings — None. Common Hairstyle — Normally just straightened, probably gets it treated. Clothing Style — When she’s not in scrubs, she prefers a good casual look--jeans and a comfy shirt, button up or otherwise. Has nice dresses for town events tho Mannerisms — Clenches her hands a lot when she’s annoyed, will pop you in the back of the head if you say something stupid. Has the Most Impressive mom-glare.

Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Nope. She works in a hospital. Her immune system is made of steel, try her. Physical Ailments — None. Neurological Conditions — None. Allergies — None. Grooming Habits — It can fall by the wayside if she’s been on a long shift. When you get covered in all manners of bodily fluid, you know to let your grooming habits go, lol. That’s not to say her personal hygiene is bad, because it’s not. She’s just not concerned with make-up/doing her hair, though she does enjoy those things. Sleeping Habits — Whenever she has time, lol. Eating Habits — Can be shady just because she’s on the go. Tries to eat healthy but sometimes grabbing something from the vending machine is just easier. Exercise Habits —  Is always running around the hospital. Probably goes for walks with Kerchak whenever their schedules allow. Emotional Stability — Pretty good. You have to have nerves of steel working in a hospital, but things will definitely affect her, she can take cases and loses pretty hard and personally. Definitely takes her work home with her in that way. But, she also grieves and then moves on. Even her grief over not having kids she shoulders with dignity. Body Temperature — Normal. Sociability — Very social! Loves people a lot. A very friendly Slytherin. She tricks people into thinking they’re better friends with her than they actually are, tbh. Doesn’t have a lot of close friends, but most people like her. Addictions — Coffee. Drug Use — None. (Dabbled some in high school before she saw the road her sister was going down.) Alcohol Use — None.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — Biting her cuticles, drinking too much coffee, thinking she knows what is best, fretting, stomping on people with weaker constitutions than her. Good Habits — Gentle, motherly, good at arguing in that she is just a good communicator. Best Characteristic — Her patience. Worst Characteristic — Her temper. Worst Memory — Finding out she was infertile. Best Memory — Whenever her nieces and nephews were born; marrying Kerchak. Proud of — Her accomplishments in her career, Kerchak’s career, all her nieces and nephews. Embarrassed by — Not much, tbh. Kala has seen it all. She’s a confident woman. Driving Style — Normal. Probably soccer-moms people. Strong Points — Nerves of steel, dependable, caring. Temperament — Can have a temper but is generally rather mild-mannered. Attitude — She’s sassy if you annoy her, but generally pretty kind. Weakness — Emotional attachment to patients she shouldn’t, lol. Fears — What is gonna happen to her marriage since they don’t have children. Phobias — None. Secrets — I don’t think she really has any? Small town means most of your dirty laundry is aired. I guess not many people know about her infertility? Outside of her family. Regrets — Not having children. Feels Vulnerable When — People ask her why she doesn’t have children, because she’s “so motherly”. Pet Peeves — Incompetent people, people without drive or passion. Conflicts — Loving Kerchak v not understanding him; her religion barring her from certain fertility treatments. Motivation — To have a family. Short Term Goals and Hopes — To convince Kerchak to adopt. Long Term Goals and Hopes — To have children. Sexuality — Straight. Day or Night Person — Can fluxuate. Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert. Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist.

Likes and Styles:

Music — Definitely like...a Celine Dion fan. Probably Mariah Carey too. Tina Turner. Ella Fitzgerald. All those classic powerhouse female vocalists. She really likes Ariana Grande too, probably Lady Gaga, lol. “What she has a really amazing voice, listen to her acoustic stuff!” Books — Doesn’t have a whole lot of time for reading, tbh. Magazines — Probably reads trashy tabloids because they’re just all over the hospital, lol. Foods — All kinds of stuff! She tries to eat healthy and make sure Kerchak eats healthy, so they don’t really keep a ton of sweets in the house, but Kala has a huge sweet tooth. Drinks — She tries to drink water, she really does. And most of the time she succeeds, but she also may have a bit of a coffee problem. Not just a regular coffee either. No, she likes lattes and macchiatos. Anything that is sweet, black coffee is way too bitter, but mix in some sugar and cream and it’s the best thing ever. Kala’s peak grumpiness is before she’s had coffee. Animals — Obsessed with gorillas. Probably cried when Koko died. She just finds them so amazingly human and empathetic. Probably donates to gorilla rescues for all her birthdays. Sports — Doesn’t have time to follow sports. Social Issues — The NHS! Favorite Saying — some proverb probably Color — Soft colors, but also bright colors? Like a nice sunrise orange or a really rich lavender. She definitely prefers brighter colors to neutral or darker ones. Her scrubs are always like really fun colors or have really fun patterns on them, like cartoon animals or flowers or little suns. When you wear the same thing every day you’ve gotta have fun with it! Clothing — Doesn’t really have a sentimental attachment to clothing. Loves a good pair of jeans. Jewelry — Same with jewelry, outside of her wedding ring, she doesn’t really wear jewelry. And at work she wears her ring on a necklace because she doesn’t want to lose it or something. Games — EH Websites — EH TV Shows — EH Movies —  A romcom kind of gal. Kala doesn’t like sad movies. She refuses to watch movies that she knows are sad. Probably saw Titanic when it first came out and then never again. Really hates to watch movies that make her cry. Prefers happy movies. Probably loves shit like Tyler Perry stuff. Just fun, funny movies that end with a happily ever after. Greatest Want — To have children. Greatest Need — To realize that her life is good just the way it is.

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Probably threeee bedrooms? Y’know, because they thought they were gonna fill it with kids, lol. It’s probably two stories, bedrooms upstairs, kitchen/living room downstairs. Nice lil house. I want to say that it is yellow. Household furnishings — Everything is very homey. They definitely have those clice pillows that are like “home is where the heart is” just think of like the most cliche Auntie house and that’s the Mangani’s. Favorite Possession — Her house, she loves her house. Most Cherished Possession — Her wedding ring? Neighborhood — Tortuga Place Children — lol Relationship with Family — Very close with all her family. Car — IDK they probably have one, don’t ask me what it is. That’s a jaby question bc Kerchak probs picked it out. Bet it’s like a Family Car™ tho Career — Nurse! Dream Career — Nurse! Dream Life — Her life now + children, Love Life — A little strained at the moment, but she loves her hubby so much. Talents or Skills — Her nursing. She is a v v good nurse. Intelligence Level — Slightly higher than average? Really good at her job, but lacking in like--random trivia or recall of...literature or something. Good at the things she practices. Finances — Modest. 

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — Babysat since she was like 12. Probably worked at a restaurant or something in secondary, worked in the clinic through university once she was certified. Had to pay for her own college so worked odd jobs. Past Lovers — She probably had like one other boyfriend before Kerchak, we’ll name him...Robert, sure. Biggest Mistakes — Not exploring more fertility options. Not stopping her sister’s drug problem before it got out of hand. Biggest Achievements — Graduating, getting married, becoming charge nurse!

[s-nnyd]

hey. all of the qs from the ask meme that apply to you. have fun

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

oh boy well with my dad most certainly not theres a lot situations where its been made obvious that im not the son he wanted but he’ll still use me as an example to show to my lil bro and also like theres a lot of cockiness too and with my mom i love her and i know she loves and supports me but a lot of that is because im her daughter  and id say id have a decent relationship with my mom and i do love her

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

lmao it was you

03: Do you regret anything?

oooooooooooooooooo boi man i been thinking and like ive thought about if ive regretted ever being friends with angie and id like to say that i dont cause shes done a lot and shes given a lot to me whether it be good or bad and ive grown a lot from it and i think that if i completely erased that then i wouldnt be able to work through the things i have and like in other aspects i regret not saying “i think youre cute” to movie girl and knott’s info boy like my goodness they were both so damn cute and i really shoulda said something

04: Are you insecure?

hell yeah i am

05: What is your relationship status?

single right now and i do want to eventually date someone and have that sort of closeness and that sort of relationship where i can feel at peace and rely on someone but i honest to goodness don’t think there’s anyone for me just yet and i don’t think im in a place really to be dating anyone cause i need to resolve things before i try to start something new

06: How do you want to die?

oh man duuude okay so when we read granny weatherall i legit like had a breakdown and i started panicking cause i started thinking about death all of a sudden and like there are situations where ive considered suicide and all but like there are also the times where it feels like its looming over me so much and like i get so so scared like im scared to walk down the pier at the beach at night because it so dark and the point where you look out onto the horizon and the horizon no longer exists and and its just a void and its so dark and like i think thats how i wanna die just im walking out on the pier at midnight and just im swallowed up because i think in the last moments i think i should just confront it

07: What did you last eat?

i had these hawaiian shortbread cookies that are so dang good like mmmmmmmmmmmm

08: Played any sports?

man i used to do tennis and swimming and i would love to go back to it

09: Do you bite your nails?

nah

10: When was your last physical fight?

like one where someone was genuinely hurt? like an hour ago and it was with the ground cause i got flung off my skateboard but for real i think my last physical fight was like kinder

11: Do you like someone?

skdjashjdkashd i doooo and i should noottttt and theres a lot of things i already know that its kinda like the crush is coming from the fact that there was a lot of support and general niceness and a whooollle lot of other reasons why i should not and im looking forward to the day when this goes away

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

my goodness i have and i died

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

hmm i do but i forgot who it was

14: Do you miss someone?

yeah i kinda miss my old self but for real i really miss my cousin lynnette like i havent seen her for like two years and i really needa hang out with her eventually

15: Have any pets?

dang i wish

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

at the moment? p distressed and very in my own head like i really need a break from a lot of other things but i also need a break from myself oh! ill show you my art project that were doing later when i finish it cause like we ended up havign to do an extreme emotion self portrait of how we feel at this point in time and like its hilarious cause ppl pass by it and theyre like “dude are you okay like just looking at that makes me feel bad”

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

dkjasdh i have not but i lowkey wanna just cause

18: Are you scared of spiders?

uH YEAh

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

i would i would and if it was to relive a memory definitely if it was to redo something over differently most definitely if it was to reexperience something wihtout changing something then uh no

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

hhhhhhh oh my goodness lowkey embarrassed to say it cause weve talked about places to snog a while ago and like the last time i did was like in the bushes in the sculpture garden

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

maybe working on the death of a salesman project maybe just getting some rest im really not sure im literally living day to day at this point

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

pfft man i do not wanna have any kids like at all

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i got two but theyve closed up already since i dont use em

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

art, a bit of dabbling in math, and then also psych like i lvoed the fuck outta that class

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

oh yeah definitely and i think about her a lot i definitely miss meleana and sometimes ill go out and theres a souvenir shop and ill look at the best friend necklaces cause she always got one for us and like i have a box just full of all the halved best friend necklaces and i wonder a lot what would have happened had we still kept contact she was a big gateway to a lot of things in my life 

26: What are you craving right now?

mmm some damn relief but for real tho i want someone to run their hands through my hair and pet it and all like any of the daydreams i have are usually centered around my new haircut

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

i? dont? think? so? theres like only one of two people i know of who like ever liked me and that was jolin (the other one is this sophomore from my art class last year)

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

lol no

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

wish i could even get a date

30: What’s irritating you right now?

well i brought up the other ones in our chat and those are the main ones currently so

31: Does somebody love you?

yeah and i think in a lot of situations whether theyre friends or fam im being put on the weird pedestal

32: What is your favourite color?

OH OH OH ITS CERULEAN BLUE LIKE I KNOW ITS REAL SPECIFIC BUT LIKE THAT THAT BLUE IS SO GOOD LIKE EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN PUBLIC MY CHEST SWELLS UP AND MY LUNGS FEEL SO COLD AND THE AIR FEELS REALLY NICE AND LIKE MAN I LOVE THAT BLUE

33: Do you have trust issues?

lol yeah and in the process ive lied a lot and ive gotten so good at lying that sometimes i forget i am lying and the lines between whats truth or not get all blurry (i legit did not mean for that to come off as tumblr-esque as it did)

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

it was me just kinda floating in random space and then i was in a white room with no walls no doors no windows and i just walked around in this open blank space

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

hhhh mrs quiggle

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

sometimes i think i do

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

haH hAH HAH haaa.......no

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

uh i believe 13 oh wait no scratch that i was like 8

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

i needed to get the laundry so...

51: Favourite food?

prolly ramen oh or loco moco cause its so good

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

mmm i think id say i do

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

i was working on my entry for the lawyer firm art contest

54: Is cheating ever okay?

hell no

55: Are you mean?

i think so cruel even just cause i know so much and i think people who know and understand and think so much are in general dangerous cause they calculate their actions and sometimes that scares me cause i cant tell if im doing it on purpose or not but just in general yeah im mean like too many shits are just not given

56: How many people have you fist fought?

like? uh? i think maybe two and both times were when i was like 8 or 9

57: Do you believe in true love?

mmm i do i do and i think a lot of that true love stems from a relationship based on communication, honesty, trust, and a really good friendship as a foundation

58: Favourite weather?

oooOOOOOO okay so do you remember that one time it was raining hard as fuck like sophomore year like i know its real vague but it was legit pouring and like it was actually so bad that everyone adn i mean everyone went into the library to get some form of shelter and there were people who were soaked to the bone and peoples umbrellas were getting broken cause it was so cold rainy and windy like that that kinda weather is my fave

59: Do you like the snow?

uh i think i do?

60: Do you wanna get married?

hell yeah

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

mmmm i get a lil weird on that but i think some of my favorite ones are like being called “love” like “whats going on love” or “you look good today love” like mmm i eat that shit up

62: What makes you happy?

man legend of zelda is makign me so damn happy rn like it legit means so damn much to me adn like theres so much i lvoe about it and i just lvoe talking about it and anything about it in general and like also skateboarding has been making me real happy lately like ive never loved getting hurt more and like that sounds really bad and like my left knee’s nerves are totally shot cause i fell straight on it and messed it up cause i was skating but like theres just soemthing about feeling more within my own body because im gettin some form of physical activity adn im getting hurt adn its like its a reality in its own way and like i really love it and i super love when i get to cruise like it feels so damn esp with my hair now and also what makes me happy is the ppl i find cute every now and then like its genuinely such a nice experience and oh oh i just wanted to talk about it jsut cause but like whenever i get a crush i get real excited and real happy cause like i love getting them gifts and seeing the surprise and the happiness on their faces cause its like oh you thought of me and oh its somehting i really love and like it makes them happy for that glimpse of a moment and like i love talking to them and like when they tell me about things they like or their passionate about its so nice to hear cause its like yes yes yes i support you and i love you i love seeing you happy and like just seeing your brightens my day and like even if i do confess and i do get rejected ive been mroe than lucky cause its like the people i have confessed to have been so gentle with the rejection and so kind with it and its like oh no!! like yes im sad that we couldnt be more but like thank you!!! thank you so much for letting me love you adn letting me give you so much thank you for brightening my days up and lettign me see your smiles and hear your laughs like thank you so much im so glad i could crush on you and like thats another thing that makes me happy and like theres probably a lot more that i could talk about but i think ill leave at that for now

63: Would you change your name?

i been actually thinking about it for a while adn in the times that i have considered it i usually use a game with the customizable name to try it out and like at some point i used Elle and then i tried Lynn and like i dunno im really not too sure and maybe if other names come in the future ill test those out cause truly it doesnt feel like my name is my own

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

mm yeah id think so cause theres stuff we were supposed to talk about that we didnt and uhh yeah

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

say “thanks im really flattered but i really dont think im in a place right now where i should get into a relationship”

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

lmao no

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

uhh the guy at the receptionist desk when i went in to submit my entry for the art contest

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

lol if what we talked about wasnt deep and it wasnt you then itd be mrs quiggle

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

fuck yeah

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

i dont think so like i wouldnt even die for myself

[thorne93]

Days of Future’s Past

Prompt: so can i request a charles x reader one shot that i got an idea for? ok so first of all y/n and charles were super close as teens but y/n died at around 19(got mixed up in smth), charles was devastated and hes still not 100% over it as an adult so when the xmen find a mutant who can control time he ends up asking them to go back and try to save y/n? and they do try and they have to convince her to stay safe bcs 'theres someone who needs her' or some cute shit like that..?but if u do this thx!

Word Count: 2600

Warning: Language maybe, death, drug abuse, angst....

Note: This is based on an ask/request. I’ve never done an ask/request so I REALLY hope I did this justice. I loved the idea and I hope it made it everything you wanted! Flashbacks are in italics.

Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @amarvelouswritings

Tags: @munlis

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I awoke with a start, a tear already falling down my aging face. Today marked the 20th anniversary of you being gone. 20 years didn’t make the fact of losing you any easier. 20 years without your laugh, without your jokes, without the way you made a room light up just by walking in, without having your voice to fill my head…Not when I had 8 long, amazing years with you as my best friend. Thicker than thieves we were...

It almost seemed like it was yesterday that we were walking to class together, joking about a professor that we both had that was just terrible. I couldn’t believe today was twenty years later...20 years after I lost you…

Getting out of bed, I pulled myself into my chair and began to get ready, all the while my reflection not hiding the pain that was so evidently etched in my face. Missing you was harder today. I missed you every day, of course, but today being April 18th....God it made everything worse. I let myself cry a little as I got dressed, a tear falling here and there, and I allowed them. I didn’t fight the urge...not today.

My first class started at 8:00 am, I was early and tried to compose myself for the kids. Some of the older students who had been here a while knew April 18th was a hard day for me, the newer ones weren’t as keenly aware of the situation.

We began our studies as usual, I got through three classes miraculously, but when lunch came and I was alone again, I found myself in the conservatory, your favorite room in the house, thinking back to the day before I lost you….the day before I killed you…

“Charles, come on, that assignment is totally bogus,” you said to me as you skipped along, me happily at your side.

“I’ll admit that it’s not fun, but it’s necessary.”

“You’re such a teacher’s pet,” you teased, sticking your tongue out. I watched your figure as you danced around me on our way to class. You were losing weight, your eyes began to sink in, I knew you had started to dabble into drugs but I wasn’t your keeper so I didn’t chastise you. I tried talking to you about it a few times and every time, you fought me tooth and nail saying it was just a little bit here and there, just a hobby, but your bodily signs told differently. Other than occasional twitching, your demeanor had hardly changed and I think that’s why I ignored it...like a fool….

“Well, I do aim to be a teacher,” I reminded you. “Speaking of,” I started, grabbing your hand gently as I pulled you over to a short brick wall to sit on. “I have some good news!” I stated.

“Oh?”

“Yes, I’ve been accepted into Oxford!” I told you happily, awaiting your reaction. Expecting a hug, or a shriek, or even a friendly kiss or high five, I was speechless when the next exchange happened.

“What?” you asked in an even tone, your gaze leveling at mine. “You’re going to Europe for grad school? Charles, we agreed we’d stay state side and stay together. Remember our plan?”

“Y/N, I know but Oxford would be a wonderful opportunity for me. You can come live with me and continue college there.”

“I can’t afford that!”

“I could pay--”

You stood up, shouting, “No! Forget it! You’ve made up your mind! Just go to Europe with your fancy friends, fancy college, and all your mind reading powers and go!”

I stood, running a nervous hand through my hair. You knew of my powers, of course you did, we had fun with my powers a lot, but you weren’t a mutant.

“Y/N, it’s not like that. Please. Can’t we talk about this?”

“No, you’ve already made up your mind.” You grabbed your bag off the wall, flipped me off, and left. At this point, I knew it was a side effect of the drugs. Sober you might’ve been upset at first but after exploring our options, we would’ve made it work. You would’ve known I would never leave you behind. I sighed as I turned and went onto class.

Later that night, I went by your dorm to see if we could talk about things, to see if you had calmed down yet. I reached your dorm room, and knocked. There was no answer. I knocked again and no answer, I imagined it was you giving me the silent treatment as you always did when we had a disagreement, which was rare. You lived alone here so when I tried the door, it was locked. Breaking my promise to you, I tried to read your mind, just to see if you were okay, but….I got nothing. There was no mind on the other side of the door...So why and how was it locked if no one was in there?

Worried, I called campus security and they came by with a master key and opened the dorm. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of you on the floor, needle in your arm, your lips purple as your eyes stared straight ahead, lifeless.

“Y/N?! Y/N?! Wake up!” I shouted as I ran forward and dropped my things on the way, books and folders crashing to the floor as I dropped to my knees. I began shaking you, in a fit of shock, thinking it would make you wake up. Security saw the sight and called the police and an ambulance. You were only 19...How could this be happening? No. no. no. no….I was going to tell you I was in love with you tonight, that’s why I wanted you with me in England, but you reacted so quickly, I couldn’t. And now...now I’d never get to tell you just how much you meant to me.

The coroner said you accidentally overdosed on heroin….The realization that you were so upset, you weren’t paying attention to what you were doing, you accidentally killed yourself because you thought you were losing me...It was was all my fault...I lost my best friend and love of my life because I was too stupid to help you.

A student cleared their throat and said my name, waking me from my memory.

“Professor?” the meek Rosalie said as she stood in the doorway.

“Yes?” I said as I turned around to face her, clearing my own throat and taking a deep breath.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes...Just...thinking.”

“I see.”

In that moment, an absolutely ludicrous idea hit me. “Rosalie...You can travel in time, right?”

“I can control it, yes,” she answered, stepping farther into the conservatory.

“Could you go back, twenty years?”

“It might take a toll on me, but I’m sure I could do it...why?”

I pursed my lips, weighing the consequences...Was I really going to intervene with your fate? Bring you back for entirely selfish reasons? The moment I knew Rosalie’s mutation was time control, I wanted to ask her to save you, but I couldn’t do that. In good conscious, I couldn’t abuse her powers that way….But the pain and guilt has been eating away at me for so many years, this could be the only way to save me. How wrong could it be to bring you back? In this moment, on today of all days, my conscience took a backseat.

“Could you go back in time, and stop a friend of mine from making a terrible mistake?”

“Um, I could try? There’s no guarantees.”

“Excellent, what do you need?”

“A quiet place and uninterrupted time.”

“Come with me.”

I lead her downstairs to the hallway where we kept Cerebro but I directed her to another room, a quiet room that I use for the more shy students to do some of their training.

“Alright, do you need anything else?” I asked as we settled in the dark room with a few pieces of sitting furniture and a couple of tables.

“Would you like to come back with me?”

“You can bring me?” I questioned.

“Yes.”

“If I’m there, in the past, can it complicate anything?”

“Not unless you tell yourself you’re you...Otherwise, you can just say you’re a distant relative.”

“Then I say we go for it, shall we?”

“Alright, give me your hands and tell me the time, date, and place.”

I gave her my hands, my heart thrumming a million miles per hour. I was really about to see you again - alive. Even if this didn’t work in saving you, I’d get to at least see you one more time. I gave her the information she needed.

“Okay, just relax and take ten deep breaths.”

I followed her orders and suddenly, it was all black around me, much darker than when I first closed my eyes. Then, as if waking up, the surroundings were white and blurry, until I saw...me, I saw myself and you on that brick wall right before the fight broke out.

You looked even more beautiful than I remembered, even with being sick on the drugs, you still had this light, bubbly air about you. Seeing you again, in real life, where I could touch you again, where I could hear your voice again, even if you were shouting at me, was like a blessing all in itself. I remembered how we used to debate movie endings, dancing like fools in my house to records, how you used to make giant sundaes for us when we didn’t do too well on a test, how we used to race each other to the lake on my property to swim in the ungodly heat. All the wonderful memories had been tarnished all because I was a fool who didn’t go after you.

Now, you were getting up to leave and I made haste getting over to myself, I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“You, you there!” I said as I saw 21 year old me spin to face myself.

“What do you want?” younger me asked.

“Stop her.”

“What?”

“If you don’t go after her right now, you’ll regret it...believe me.”

I eyed myself wearily but I believed me, so younger me walked up to you but you pushed him off and he started to give up so I raced up in my chair, Rosalie following.

“Y/N, Y/N,” I called and you turned on your heel to face me.

“What?”

“I know you’re upset now. I know you think he’s abandoned you. I know you’re hurt. But believe me, Charles didn’t want to hurt you….I know right now, you think the only thing will help are the drugs to numb this pain but it’s not.” How badly I wanted to smack younger me and scream at me to tell you that I loved you, and how badly I wanted to shake you and beg you to never touch the heroin again….But I couldn’t, and that killed me. I think knowing what was about to happen hurt even more than finding your body...

Rosalie spoke up and said, “You need to stay safe and take care of yourself, someone needs you…”

“Who are you?” you questioned as you looked at us, more curious than angry now.

“We’re...friends of Charles’ here. We’re concerned friends.” They both stared at us a moment before I continued, “Well, we’ll leave you to it…”

We walked away and Rosalie took my hands again. Teleporting back to the future, we found ourselves still in that room downstairs, nothing out of place there.

“Did it work?” I asked as I let her hands go.

“I’m not sure. Sometimes--”

The memories hit me so hard I let out a slight shout. After Rosalie and I left, I didn’t let you go. Younger me confessed that I was in love with you. Instead of going back to your apartment to overdose, you followed me to a pizza place to talk about our relationship and Oxford. You said you loved me too and would go with me. And you did. We lived in England for five years before coming back home, both of us graduates. When we got settled back home, I asked you to marry me just as the X-Men were forming and the kids helped give us a wonderful wedding. Because you had been fighting your feelings for me and you were struggling in school, you had turned to drugs, but because we became a couple, you openly shared with me more and the move to England was just the ticket to get you sober. You happily vowed to help me with the school for gifted youngsters, accepting each and every one as your own and the kids loving you like an adopted aunt. You helped with the school and became a professor yourself at a local college to help with more funds for our school. New memories of your laugh, us going to the movies, reading together in bed, taking Sunday naps, you making me sundaes when we’ve had a long day with the kids, how you met the new students and made them feel welcome and loved and gave them a tour of the grounds.

We raced upstairs and in the foyer, there you stood, talking to Jean and Scott.

“Y/N?” I gasped, unable to believe my own eyes.

You twirled, your face slightly aged but still just as radiant and beautiful. Seeing you, it made the doubt of bringing you back disappear.

“Oh, hello darling, where were you?”

“I was….I was just with Rosalie….”

“Well, come on, your final class of the day is starting, right? Then movie night with everyone?!” you asked as you turned to a lot of the kids in the foyer as everyone cheered. The kids went on to their class but I couldn’t stop staring.

“Charles, dear, what is it? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost,” you said, kneeling down putting your clipboard in my lap.

“I...I...You’re here, you’re really here.”

“Well of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

I didn’t answer, I just grabbed you in an embrace, my hand tangling in your hair as I kissed you so hard. You laughed against my lips.

“I don’t know what I did, but tell me so I can do it all the time,” you said with a giggle, the sound bringing life into me.

“I love you so much. I always have, remember that, okay?”

“I love you too, dear. Now, come on, let’s finish Friday’s studies so we can begin Friday night festivities. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect, my love,” I breathed as I took your hand while you stood up, smiling to each other.

[highgaarden]

fic: park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor

The days go by with an eventuality that moves something within her – when she rings up the days on her calendar and realizes she has lived a grand total of three hundred and fifty-two days here in Mystic Falls, and she is still alive.

Remarkably, fantastically alive.

She supposes it helps that the town’s resident evildoer has a thing for her.

Caroline; Caroline/Klaus, wc. 4748 (AO3) Sequel to anthems for a seventeen-year-old girl.

hello, everyone. when i woke up today i didn’t know i was going to write a sequel to this. but i’m experimenting with this thing where i sit down and in one sitting try to produce something of readable nature - and i was feeling pretty nostalgic.

if the first fic was sparse, this is pretty dialogue-heavy, and is an exploration of friendship as much as it is anything else. a series of moments, perhaps? maybe you’ll find something you like here - maybe you won’t. in any case, i think it’s pretty necessary to read the first fic before you dive into this one.

in keeping up with the tradition, not cross-posted anywhere else. yet. i guess.

do let me know what you think!

park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor

-

The days go by with an eventuality that moves something within her – when she rings up the days on her calendar and realizes she has lived a grand total of three hundred and fifty-two days here in Mystic Falls, and she is still alive.

Remarkably, fantastically alive.

She supposes it helps that the town’s resident evildoer has a thing for her.

 -

-

 In the town of Dinan, dropped somewhere in Côtes-d’Armor, underneath the canopy of a pastry shop, Caroline spies a little unnamed pawn shop filled with dusty silver trinkets and objects glinting knowingly in the dark.

Klaus has his hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the network of cramped streets, stuffed through with dents polished by centuries of footfalls. She hears the tinkle of a bell and the resolute swing-shut of a door, and feels compelled to stop right in her path.

Caroline feels the puff of his breath on the back of her neck and the threads of his woven shirt scratching against her sunkissed shoulder –

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about you stopping like that—”

“Then quit walking so close,” she tells him, but it is with a trail of distraction as she ventures into the shade of the shop.

There is a still hush in the store, an untouched magic, that tugs her along. The kindly old woman who smiles at her from a corner has wrinkled, brown skin. It stretches over her cheeks paper thin when she bobs her head at the two of them, before going back to her knitting.

“What are you looking for?” comes his voice from behind her.

She turns around, sighing. “It’s quiet here.”

“Is it?” Klaus regards the store with a tilt of his head.

She nods. Her fingers find some necklaces, little artisanal pieces with rubies worked into the faded gold. She tests the weight of them in her hands. “I was dying out there.”

Klaus laughs.

“What?”

“Nothing, love.”

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because I’m astonished by you.”

“Make sense.”

“It’s not quiet in here. Not at all.”

Caroline rolls her eyes. “If you’re going to keep showing off like that—”

“I’ll stop when you stop being so obvious about it.”

Caroline puts down a jar she’d been examining with unnecessary force. “I asked. You said no. I’m allowed to pout.”

“Let’s go back to the hotel. You must be tired if you’re getting this testy—”

“I’m human, not incapable.” She flicks her gaze to him. “And I’m not fragile.”

Klaus must see something in the look she gives him, because that little grin of his recedes – slightly – and he says, “I’m sorry, Caroline.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go back to the hotel.”

Klaus very visibly bites back a retort. Caroline smiles sweetly at him. Before they leave the shop, she asks, “What’d you hear in there anyway?”

Klaus glances at her. “Wind chimes.”

 -

-

 Gerta trills at the smallest of things. She’d asked Caroline to pass her the plate of olives and had looked utterly charmed at the little bird tattoo inside her wrist. “I’ve never had my skin done! Did it hurt? Oh, marvelous creature she is –”

She’s one of Klaus’ oldest friends, apparently – oldest being the operative word here.

“She’s nine hundred and three tonight,” Klaus divulges, and the table erupts in a cheer. Someone tosses a plate to the ground and soon more follow, and in the crash and tremble of the room Caroline slips out, cheeks pink with champagne.

Dusk has made the green surrounding the estate look marshy. She sees fireflies lead the succession into night, a sporadic blinking of yellow-gold. The sing of crickets is another thing, loud and insistent amidst the festivities inside.

This morning Bonnie had texted her the weeks’ worth of homework she’d have to catch up on when she gets home. Over lunch Klaus announces his plans to whisk her off to Versailles for “a birthday party”, and now she stands in something drapey and layery that Elena and Bonnie would definitely gush over, if they were the type of friends who went out for movies instead of awkwardly bump into one another in the hallways with talks of ‘meeting later about the killing Klaus thing’.

Maybe she should tell them he’s gone soft. At least, that’s what Marcel had said, eyebrows shot up as he drinks something amber from a crystal glass. “Never thought he was one for pets.”

Asshole. “I’m his friend.”

“This may be a misleading situation, but Klaus doesn’t have friends. Gerta plots to kill him at least once every thirty years.”

“Tell her to move to Mystic Falls.”

“What was that?”

“I said, nice overalls.”

Marcel glances down. “You think so? I lost a bet to Kol last year, but hey, since you think so, maybe he’s the one that lost, huh?”

 -

-

 “Are we going anywhere tomorrow?” Caroline asks as she’s settling into bed. Klaus looks up from his sketchbook in the corner. The villa they’re staying in faced the setting sun lighting up the canals, and while Caroline had snapped about three hundred pictures with her phone, Klaus had chosen to draw.

“I thought we’d have a nice lie in. Yesterday’s party requires a bit of recovery time.”

“You drank a lot.”

“I can hold my liquor. You sound resentful.”

“I was in a room full of people who, as I’ve been told, hate you as much as they fear you.” She pulls back the neatly-tucked covers with a snap. “And you brought your little human friend with you.”

“An honour not even the most resilient of vampires are given, rest assured.”

“The way they were looking at me, I could’ve died any minute,” she snaps. “You didn’t think about that before you dropped me in there?”

Klaus’ face darkens. “They wouldn’t dare.”

“Submission doesn’t work the way you think it will when it’s beaten into you,” Caroline says quietly. She slides into bed and crosses her arm.

“But you’re still alive.” Klaus smiles at that. He’s always smiling like that, like it’s some sort of gag to him by now. “Remarkably.”

“I’m not your betting pool.”

“You always think so low of me, sweetheart.”

“And you,” she retorts, “want me to die.”

Klaus’ sketching hand stills.

“You deny it, but it’s true!” Caroline forces herself deeper into the plush bed, blinking hard. “You refuse to turn me, and you bring me along to your little blood soirees where everyone’s drinking from a leaking neck and the only thing stopping them from taking a spout to mine is your grand show of murder to anyone coming even an inch close to me—”

“How does that warrant your death wish?”

“You don’t give a shit about my safety.”

“Did you not see how I sliced Lucien’s hand off—?”

“If you really cared, you wouldn’t bring me to those places to begin with!” Caroline yanks her hair out of its scrunchie. “Not in my state! My stinkin’ human state.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Klaus says. He snaps his sketchbook closed and puts it on the table in front of him. In the warm light of the lamp hanging just behind him, she can’t make out his expression. “There are complications to the process, it isn’t as easy as a snapped neck and a drink of blood—”

“You’re afraid I might be sired to you.”

Klaus stops. “How do you…”

“I talked to Stefan.”

Klaus sighs, shutting his eyes. “You talked to Stefan.”

“I could get him to do it.”

“No.”

“And why not? Why can’t I?”

“You’re being a child right now. A petulant, spoiled—”

“Why am I here, Klaus?” she asks suddenly. “Why did you bring me to Paris?”

“Because you asked,” Klaus says. “And I said I would.”

“I know, but—” she struggles with her next words. “But you didn’t – you didn’t actually have to.”

“I’m a thousand years old, Caroline. If I weren’t a man of my word, what else would I be?”

“Dude, didn’t you dagger Elijah right after you promised to reunite him with the rest of your family?”

Klaus grins. “Man of my word.”

Caroline lowers her gaze. “I don’t understand what’s going on.”

Within an instant Klaus is perched at the foot of her bed, watching her with volumes. “The problem, love, is that you’re impatient. You’re young. You’re dabbling in things beyond the realm of your understanding—”

“Do you like me or something?”

Klaus splutters. “Of all the ridiculous—”

“Friends don’t just jet their friends off to Paris just because they asked—”

“You seemed lonely.”

This time, Caroline’s the one who splutters. “Excuse you—”

“I meant no offense, sweetheart. Please don’t take it as one.” Klaus sighs, darts a glance at her, and then looks away. “The feeling isn’t foreign to me either.”

Huh.

She wiggles her toes. They nudge his knees through the blankets. “I’m going to bed. Mind turning that lamp off on your way out?”

 -

-

 Back in the periphery of Mystic Falls, Stefan and Damon still lurk around Elena, whispering, keeping her on the sidelines, side-eyes. But since Klaus –

They haven’t put her in any hostage situations or whatever – she has a sneaking suspicion it’s down to Elena – but she knows Damon is dying to. She sees him wrestle with a red face whenever he sees her walk into the Grille, wants to shake her, spit in her face.

“How’s your bestie?” he snarks one day, as she’s nursing the bottom of her milkshake glass.

Matt still gives her a full cup of cherries, but it comes along with a sidelong glance as well. She won’t complain.

She ignores Damon and licks cream off her thumb. Sheriff’s daughter, villain’s best friend. These people won’t stop goddamn labelling her.

 -

-

 They do try to kill Klaus. The plan fails spectacularly, as things go.

“He hasn’t done anything in months,” Caroline points out the next day, when Elena’s in bed with her foot in a cast.

“Yeah, but Stefan’s squicked out that he won’t leave,” Elena says. She’d refused Damon’s blood, on account of the spell backfiring and a possibility of her death. Caroline’s not sure when they’d all begun to discuss this so casually.

“I hope this doesn’t affect… us,” Elena says, watching her carefully. “I mean, I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Klaus, but—”

Caroline raises a hand. “Hey, kill him all you want. Just leave me out of it.”

Elena raises an eyebrow. “You don’t care if he dies?”

“I think I would.” Caroline chews on her bottom lip, reflecting. “I’d care a lot, in fact.”

“But you’re not… doing anything to stop us?”

“Well.” As long as she’s being honest here. “You guys aren’t exactly successful. Like, ever.”

Elena almost turns green in her attempt to bite her tongue. Weird, people seem to do that a lot around her these days.

 -

-

 Figures she’d spoken too soon.

 -

-

 “Maybe you should leave town,” Caroline suggests.

“Not you too,” Klaus groans. It’s weird, because he’s in Tyler’s body, and the sneer he constantly has in place looks twisted on Tyler. In fact, the sight of Tyler in Klaus’ garden is weird, too, seeing as how they’re the only two people who are ever there.

The grass rustles in the wind that’s picking up. Caroline sticks a flower behind her ear.

“No, I mean. Aren’t you tired of constantly renovating?” There’s a hole on the side of Klaus’ garage where Damon had hurled a truck right through it.

“Gives me something to do, now that I’ve lost all ability to make hybrids.”

“Even Elena’s a vampire now.”

“Don’t start on that, love.”

“Don’t call me that. It sounds weird coming from Tyler.”

“I’ll be back in my own body soon. Once that happens, what do you think about Rome?”

“Tyler literally borrowed two dollars from me last week for a sandwich, and now he’s waving plane tickets in my face.”

“You are too nonchalant about things, have I ever told you that?” Tyler-Klaus frowns. “When you heard news of my death last night, were you sipping on a margarita?”

“No,” Caroline says quietly.

“What then? Plotting ways to get your vampirism going now that I’ve finally gone?”

“I was trying to remember how I dealt with my dad leaving me, because I figured if I’d been able to survive that – which was pretty much the most painful thing that had ever happened to me – I’d survive you. Somehow.”

Tyler-Klaus is silent. He’s lounged next to her with a piece of grass in his mouth, but that disgruntled look that had been fixed onto his face for the past hour had melted into something akin to confusion. Shock. Awe. Something, in any case. It made his eyes go wide and unblinking. “You mourned me.”

“Well, I was about to, until you showed up in my bedroom. I’d like a text first the next time you decide to show up in someone else’s body. Or at the very least let me know before you do it?” Caroline huffs.

“Caroline.”

“Also? If you’re going to kiss me, I’d rather it not be in Tyler’s body.”

Tyler-Klaus splutters. “Of all the ridiculous—”

 -

-

 The monotony of life here is broken, every so often, by Klaus whisking her away to whatever country he suddenly fancied having a drink from. Her mother learnt to school her expression from terror to exasperation soon enough, because at least Klaus has the decency to knock on the front door first before every trip.

“You’re the only one who isn’t terrified of me,” Klaus tells her conversationally one night when she refused to pack for Thailand on account of her AP History test the next day.

(“Not like I can compel an A out of her,” she says goadingly, and he’d kept his mouth shut.)

“I was, at first,” she says, stacking her flashcards. “It’s called getting to know someone. You should give it a try every once in a while.”

“It’s alright. You’re enough.”

Caroline fights the smile that threatens to bloom on her face. “You gonna help me study or what?”

“No. Thailand wasn’t in season, so your cancelling last minute set me back quite a sum.” Klaus finishes perusing her small library and decides to settle onto the arm of her armchair. The last time he’d tried sitting in it, he had sunk three inches. “If I’m bored later I might quiz you.”

“You’re not even remotely nice to me outside of your extravagantly planned trips.” Caroline tilts her onto its back legs and balances dangerously as she looks at him. “How did I ever think you’d ever turn me?”

“Maybe as a graduation gift.”

“Do you mean that?”

Klaus presses his lips together, rubs his chin. “Yes. I suppose.”

“Does this mean I have your word?”

Klaus looks resigned. “Yes.”

He is surprised when she bolts out of her chair to hug him. They do not touch so openly – in Mystic Falls it invited stares, and in different countries, in air flows easier into her lungs, in nights colder and bluer than the ones she usually knows, she had determinedly shied away, not wanting to give him an excuse.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Klaus’ only response is to place his hand on the small of her back.

 -

 “My graduation gift?” she asks breathlessly when he shows up, finally, at the edge of the field. She’d been looking for him all day, she can’t believe he’d had to go to New Orleans the night before her graduation, but the sight of him in his suit and pocket square that matched his eyes all-too-coincidentally made all her grief disappear, quite suddenly.

“Your mini fridge is already in your room,” Klaus says. He walks slowly, with purpose, down the walkway. It takes all of thirty seconds for him to reach her, but it felt like much, much longer.

“Not that,” she clicks her tongue. “The other thing.”

“Ah, yes.”

And all of a sudden he seemed nervous, and she – she feels angry, but – not angry, no. Upset? Her palms are damp, she wipes them hurriedly down the sides of her dress.

“You promised,” she reminds him accusingly.

“I know I did, love,” he says. “I know.”

She holds her breath.

“I can hear your heart beating,” Klaus says absently. He looks down at her, the field’s floodlights pick out the bonework of his face, his strong cheekbones and furrowed brow. He’s looking at her and yet not: his lashes trap his unseeing gaze and Caroline feels a shiver run down her spine.

“Klaus?”

“I wanted to have done this at least once,” Klaus says. “Just to know the difference.”

When he kisses her, it is gentle. This doesn’t surprise her. She knows he’s capable of being gentle, she’s seen him draw. He pins down his sketches with a precision that startles her at times, but some days even with a careless hand he can fill up entire books in one sitting, when she visits. The lines always come out softer. She likes those pictures the best.

It doesn’t last long. Klaus pulls away soon enough, but the moment lingers. Caroline is reminded of a night spent in Verona, the way he looked at her then, the way he looks at her now. And everything, the sky, the confetti, the singing evergreen – everything clicks into place.

“Wait—” she rasps. “Wait.”

Klaus, in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt sleeve, stops. “Yes, love?”

“Back then, when I asked about the sire bond thing? Stefan said that – those feelings only manifest if the human and the vampire share, like, feelings of love or whatever, and I laughed it off and said never in a bajillion years would a sire bond ever happen between us—”

Klaus scowls. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“—but now I’m pretty damned sure I can’t take your blood. Hey, you think Stefan’s still awake? I mean, he’d be hard pressed to give us some of his blood, but you’re creepy enough to be the kind of guy who keeps a vault of collected vampire blood, so maybe—”

“Wait,” now it’s Klaus to say, “What do you mean you can’t take my blood?”

Caroline rolls her eyes. “I thought you were worried about the sire bond?”

“I’ve been quite vocal about that the last year or so, yeah.”

“There’s a high chance I might be sired to you, since I’m pretty sure I’ve got…” she cringes. “Feelings for you.”

Klaus blinks. “And this wasn’t a problem before… how?”

“’Cause I just realized it.”

“You mean two minutes ago when I kissed you?”

“Pretty much.”

Klaus lets out a long sigh, interspersed with a couple choice curse words. “You’re impossible, sweetheart.”

 -

-

 Klaus doesn’t talk to her for a week after that. Something about “putting his feelings on jeopardy” and a lot of Well I did tell you, love. Caroline sends him text after text to quit being emo, of which he doesn’t respond to.

It’s not until she threatens to take some of Tyler’s blood that he knocks on her front door one night.

“Flowers,” she notes, taking them from him. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

Klaus glowers. “Don’t offend me.”

“You’re a thousand years old. Sarcasm should slide right off you.”

“I’m not Finn, love.” He stands in the middle of her living room, necklace and Henley and brown, brown curls, out of place as always. “Are we done with this push and pull?”

“Klaus, you’re the one who avoided me because you don’t know how to deal with feelings,” she points out, but keeps her tongue in her mouth. She’s not that petty. “Where’d you go? Tokyo?”

“Don’t sound so reproachful. I wouldn’t go again without you.” He paces the room. “I was making arrangements. After you turn, there are going to be repercussions. The Salvatores might not take too kindly to your return here if bodies start dropping—”

“Bodies won’t drop.”

“Sweetheart, while I admire your confidence, you’re bound to slip at some point.”

“No—bodies won’t drop, because I’ll be on blood bags,” she explains patiently.

Klaus stares at her.

Without further ado he walks out the door.

 -

-

 That takes another week of coaxing for him to come back, and her tweeting @OneKlausMikaelson a picture of her faux biting down on a pseudo-terrified Tyler’s wrist.

The screech of wheels outside her house is all she needs to know he’s back from his brood-a-thon.

“What do you bloody mean,” he storms into her kitchen, “you’ll be on blood bags? You think you can be at your strongest sipping on cold leftovers? You think Stefan is the way he is because he’s constantly on the receiving end of heartbreak? No, it’s because he has to live with the knowledge that he is injecting his body with stale—”

“Hi, Klaus!” she greets warmly. “Why’d you delete Twitter?”

“—do you not respect the sanctity of your body? Do I not bring you to only the finest restaurants whenever we go—”

She finishes setting the table and goes to him, slinging her arms around his neck. “I’d hate to be cliché and shut you up with a kiss, so do you think you can manage without that?”

Klaus breathes once, very hard, through his nose. “You are determined to make this very hard on me, love. Imagine my partner guzzling down on blood bags when there’s a warm body at her disposal. I won’t have it.”

“Okay, one: you’re delusional if you think I’d let you cater to the rest of my undead life. I was Miss Mystic Falls, Klaus. I’ve got a system for everything. In the year you spent denying me of my vampire existence I’d already thought everything through. I won’t kill for sport.”

“Hardly counts as a sport when it takes barely an effort to snap their necks,” Klaus mutters.

“Look, can we discuss this when I’m actually a vampire? Are you going to dangle this carrot in front of me forever?” Caroline scowls, but brushes her lips against his. “You can’t police my actions. I mean, you didn’t even ask if I’d like to be your esteemed partner. You just assumed.”

There is an ugly pause. Klaus looks very close to murdering someone, so she unhooks her arms from his neck and goes to pour him his tea. “Come drink while it’s hot.”

The scrape of the chair against tile, the rustle of the biscuits, and Klaus is now sullenly munching. Caroline joins him, chews on her biscuits while he chews on his thoughts, and after ten minutes of blowing on her earl grey Klaus says, “What about a compromise? You drink from humans. You don’t have to kill them.”

“But?”

“I’ll do the killing for you.”

“Kl-aus.” Caroline slams her teacup down. “Did you really think I’d spend the rest of my existence being so laissez faire about human lives?”

“You’re policing my lifestyle.”

“God, way to make this about you?”

“My entire existence – the empire I built. How do you think I got here?”

“By killing and maiming. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Caroline, being a vampire means you’re just another category on the food pyramid. How else to ensure you’re on top of it?”

“We’ve talked about you using that tone on me.”

“Strange, we’ve also talked about you using that tone on me, and yet I never see you upholding your end of the bargain.”

“I’m not killing innocent humans.”

“I’ve countless enemies, sweetheart.” Klaus pinches the bridge of his nose. “How do I rest easy knowing you’ve this unnecessary policy? What happens if danger befalls you?”

She rolls her eyes so hard that it’s almost painful. “I said innocent humans, Klaus. I didn’t say anything about the paranormal, or – or people threatening my life. I live in Mystic Falls, for god’s sake. How do you think I stayed alive this long?”

Klaus takes another biscuit. He mulls this newfound information over, but that kink is still in his eyebrows. Probably trying to figure out ways to trick her into taking a life. She doesn’t even understand why this is an issue right now.

“I admit,” he concedes finally, “that I might have overreacted.”

“Yeah, you had twenty-two thousand followers, Klaus. What the hell.”

“The first time I truly saw you, in my garden,” he says, “you were full of light. I’d never seen anything like it. To take that away—”

“You could teach me, you know. Control.”

His lips twist. “Control has never been my strongest suit. Not when it comes to blood. I never saw a reason for it.”

“Well, duh.” She nudges the teapot his way when he gestures for more tea. “Would I sound really full of myself if I pointed at myself very obviously right now?”

“A tad.” Klaus smiles. “But that’s what I like about you.”

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 It’s sweeter than she imagined, vampire blood. Fuller. Different planes of flavour every which way she sloshed it around in her mouth, but ultimately like swallowing a mouthful of molten copper.

She sets the red-stained vial on the bedside table. In the corner of her eye she sees him move – he pushes aside the sheer white drapings hanging from the bed’s overhead bannister and comes to settle at the foot of the bed. Heady, she turns to him, and finds her cheek resting against the warm pads of his palm.

“Are you ready, love?”

She leans forward and he meets her halfway: the kiss is hot, slow, his tongue seeking entrance against the smooth inside of her mouth. When their tongues meet she shivers and he pulls her closer, and the world tilts – she is aware of her back hitting the soft mattress and of his knee between her thighs, she welcomes the weight of him on top of her, how he is careful not to leave her too uncomfortable. She grasps him tighter, her fingers raking down his back. Klaus lets out an appreciate groan. She catalogues this for later.

For now—

“This will hurt a bit, when you wake up,” he whispers, eyes watching hers fervently. His hands wrap around her neck in almost a seductive move.

“Just do it quick.” Please, she doesn’t add, and some naïve part in the back of her head prays it won’t hurt too much. For some reason she’s seeing visions of her mother pushing her on her rickety old pink bicycle, and that – that’s painful enough as it is.

She registers, faintly, a sharp crack, before everything goes black.

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 Years later she will tell him what an absolute sap he is, to make sure she wakes to the soft crackle of fire burning in the hearth, wrapped in only the softest of cotton sateen, to have him waiting in the chair by her bed, swirling a crystal of human blood, lost in thought.

The first slide of blood down her throat is sweet mercy. It fills her with a hum of vibrant adrenaline, it makes her fangs jut out and scrape against the glass.

She doesn’t notice his look of hunger upon seeing her wake as a vampire – or maybe she does, heightened senses and all, but she’s too busy thinking more, and more and more.

Her insides turn, her bones feel like they might never shake. She feels ageless, suddenly. A terrifying concoction of strength and beauty, all the ruthless people she’s ever met, all the eternal places she’s ever been.

“Hello, love,” Klaus says, and when she looks at him there is a strange blooming in her chest, the unfurling of wings, the sway and swoon of wildflowers, a still, still night.

“Hello,” she says, and then realizes the night isn’t as still as she’d thought. She rolls to her feet – Klaus follows, that smile on his face as she turns the room, straining her ears.

“You can hear it, can’t you?” Klaus asks. She’s never noticed how gracefully he moves. She supposes she’s never noticed a lot of things.

“Yeah.” She nods, smiling so hard her face might crack in two, and she doesn’t know why this makes her heart feel so full. “I can.”

Somewhere, in a little corner of his house, she knows he’s put them up just for her—wind chimes.

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