looking for his mummy


“[…] and to see to her needs just as thoroughly as you have mine.
But in a different way, of course.”

“Of course.”

- Peter Cushing in The Curse of Frankenstein (1957)

SF9 Personalities

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SF9 Masterlist

Originally posted by neozbin

Okay well SF9 is a 9 member boy group under FNC Entertainment. The group debuted on 3 October, 2016. So fairly recent. In my opinion this group is very loving and funny and deserve a lot of attention. I love them so now I will explain each member as fully as I can.

Recently on a V-Live they boys announced the Fandom name after many discussions and the fandom together have come up with Fantasy. So now this fandom is called Fantasy.








Another meaning to why we are called Fantasy is-

“A wish coming true in one’s imagination”. Sf9 fans will be apart of making SF9′s wish come true and that every moment SF9 and FANTASY spends together will be like a fantasy.




Roar (Just released today!! SO HYPED)

So beautiful



Originally posted by bureureung

Stage Name: Youngbin

Real Name: Kim Youngbin

Position: Leader,  Lead Rapper and Dancer.

Birthday: 23rd November, 1993

Nationality: Korean

Youngbin is the leader and he is constantly supporting and loving his members. He has he cutest eyes smile possible. He is also extremely hard working and passionate about what he does and that is clear. Although being the leader he is known for messing around and just acting silly along with his members showing off that he is a child at heart. He loves amusement parks and can’t help his excitement. He motivates and fills every member with confidence. He loves and adores his members and constantly shows his gratitude towards his members.


Originally posted by fy-sf9

Stage Name: Inseong

Real Name: Kim Inseong

Position: Main Vocalist, Dancer

Birthday: 12th July, 1993

Nationality: Korean

Inseong is SF9′s English speaker as he studied in London for a year. Inseong is loving and caring with all of his members and is no where near afraid to show them his love for them. Inseong tends to be shy and sometimes has an awkward personality and that just makes him even more adorable. His voice is quite deep but very soft and soothing. Calls himself ‘Fennic Fox’ because of his eyes. Also Inseong loves to draw like really loves to draw especially manga.


Originally posted by foxyins

Stage Name: Jaeyoon

Real Name: Lee Jaeyoon

Position: Lead Vocalist, Dancer (*Cough* Bias Wrecker *Cough*)

Birthday: 9th August, 1994

Nationality: Korean

Jaeyoon is a big baby, he is scared of absolutely everything, heights roller coasters or anything scary but doesn’t that just make him so cute?! Mr sunshine straight up like he is always smiling or laughing or attached to Inseong, I’m sure they are in love. Has a beautiful smile like look at him! Very powerful vocals. He’s funny and cute and JUST SO SASSY LIKE DAMN!


Originally posted by bureureung

Stage Name: Dawon

Real Name: Lee Sanghyuk

Position: Lead Vocalist, Dancer

Birthday: 25th July, 1995

Nationality: Korean

Dawon is the lovable ball of fluff along with energy like its a never ending pit. Dawon has the skills to be an MC and normally hosts most of the little competitions on their YouTube channel. Complete meme, like his existence forms a meme. Dawon needs an award for how extra he is like he is extra as all hell. He is the ultimate mood maker and can cheer anyone up. Love this man.


Originally posted by w00nkiee

Stage Name: Zuho

Real Name: Baek Juho

Position: Main Rapper, Dancer

Birthday: 4th July, 1996

Nationality: Korean

This man is a trickster like in mv’s he is this mysterious, rough guy with an aura of intimidation with a low voice but don’t be fooled as he is really just fuzzy teddy bear like he just wants some cuddling and some loving and he will be pleased. Like this guy is very loving, caring and romantic. Like he is just the perfect combination yet he isn’t my bias. Yet somehow if he still seems intimidating just remember that he can’t go to the toilet in the dark alone, he always needs another member with him.


Originally posted by malegroups

Stage Name: Rowoon

Real Name: Kim Seokwoo

Position: Main Vocalist, Visual, Dancer

Birthday: 7th August, 1996

Nationality: Korean

Rowoon is Mr Mummy, like he looks after all his members and takes care of them. He protects the younger ones with his life and that is so adorable. He loves to cook which you could see in the cook off he has with Zuho and Inseong. This mummy is very clinging with his members and loves cuddles as well and when he gets excited and happy he jumps up and down. Also very giant and athletic.


Originally posted by dangchanhee

Stage Name: Taeyang

Real Name: Yoo Taeyang

Position: Main Dancer, Main Vocalist

Birthday: 28th February, 1997

Nationality: Korean

Mr puppy like I don’t care what anyone says he is a puppy. Taeyang calls himself “Sexy & Charismatic” which is completely true because I am sure that when you start liking SF9 the first person you bias is Taeyang because look at him with those sweater paws!! One of the more silent types but he is a flirt when he does talk like never ending flirting. Taeyang definitely overworks himself and will stay up late dancing and practising so this man needs to be shown all the love and support because he deserves it just like the other members.


Originally posted by forsf9

Stage Name: Hwiyoung

Real Name: Kim Youngkyun

Position: Rapper, Supporting Vocalist, Dancer (MY BIAS LIKE LOOK AT HIM)

Birthday: 11th May, 1999

Nationality: Korean

This my boo!! Anyways, he is extremely confident with his looks because he has all right to be. But don’t take that as if he is self centred because he isn’t. In fact he has one of the shy personalities but has energy bursts and acts crazy with everyone else. Constant aegyo because he is an adorable bunny. Works out a bit and likes to keep fit. Definitely has his savage moments. Extremely emotional as well, once cried in dance practice because of something Youngbin said but have worked that out straight away.


Originally posted by kangchaneee

Stage Name: Chani

Real Name: Kang Chanhee

Position: Vocalist, Main Dancer and Maknae

Birthday: 17th January, 2000

Nationality: Korean

Do not mistake this he is definitely the youngest despite his deep voice. He has the cutest smile and does aegyo a whole lot as you can see fro the gif. Also a young cliche is scared of absolutely everything just like Jaeyoon. He also has a very quiet personality and is also very cute. Even though he is younger than the rest he is one of the more mature ones but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t muck around a lot because he does! Looked after by all members and also looks after them too.

Originally posted by clickedyourheart

Thats is all of them and I hope you love them as much as I do! Tell me who your bias is if you have one!! Don’t forget to request something!!!

-Admin Kira


1. falling asleep with his dad on the sofa

2. pulling on the cat’s tail and cackling madly

3. falling asleep in his mum’s arms

4. waking up with two parents cooing over him

5. being lulled by his dad’s voice–singing terribly, but he didn’t care

6. watching his mum and dad dance around the living room

7. and then his dad scooping him up off the floor and the three of them dancing around the living room

8. being sick and spending four solid days in his parents’ arms–them cooing and sushing and rubbing his back until he felt better

9.  having as much cake as he wanted on his birthday

10. both his parents sneaking his biscuits when the other wasn’t looking

11. his dad talking to him as if he was already his best mate in the world

12. those amazing lights from his dad’s wand

13. his mum levitating him in the air for fun

14. memorizing his mum’s twenty kinds of laughs

15. falling asleep nestled in-between his parents on the sofa/in bed

16. sleeping snuggled with his toy broomstick in his cot b/c he couldn’t bear to let it go and his parents didn’t want to tell him no

17. the funny lady who came over and brought him biscuits

18. carving a pumpkin with his parents and smashing goo all over the floor

19. crying when the goo got in his eyes

20. laughing when his mum vanished it and chasing after the cat

21. trying to ride the cat

22. knowing if he cried his mum or dad would come make it right

23. playing peek-a-boo beneath his dad’s invisbility cloak

24. learning “sssshhhhh” when he and his mum were hiding underneath the cloak from dada 

25. conspiratorial whispers/secrets

26. his mum blowing raspberries on his tummy/cheeks/feet/legs

27. grabbing his dad’s glasses and holding them victoriously in his chubby little hands as he promptly puts them in his mouth

28. and then his dad puts them on, slobbery and all, deliberately upside down to make him giggle

29. his dad telling he and his mum wizarding stories from the animated pop up book

30. his mum telling he and his dad muggle stories from the book with shiny edges

31. warm nights spent on the sofa by the fire eating popcorn (which wasn't always realized as a chocking hazard so he was probably given some)

32. little baby belches after tiny sips of butterbeer from uncle pafoo

33. being mesmerized by the golden snitch his mum charmed to float above his bed

34. chasing after the quaffle–that was bigger than him–around the living room floor while dada chased him on all fours

35. falling asleep snuggled next to the kiddy

36. sneaking out with his dad under the invisibility cloak–with silencing charms, of course–and taking walks around the neighborhood

37. lying out in the back garden–which had a tall fence around the perimeter–and digging in the dirt while his mum and dad worked in the garden

38. picnics on the grass in said garden

39. hearing he was loved and how special he was and how wonderful he was every day for the first year and three months of his life

40. learning his mum’s twenty kinds of kisses and hugs

41. playing quaffle with dada and uncles padfoot and remus and peter–in which he was the quaffle

42. playing with his dad’s mirror until uncle padfoot’s face showed up

43. almost choking on his mum’s wizarding chess set

44. a first christmas he didn’t even understand because he was so young, but the house was sparkly and he liked the lights and the music and he learned to crawl by trying to get over to the tree and pull the baubles off

45. knowing that his dad smelled like peppermint and his mum smelled like raspberries

46. hours spent in the kitchen while his mum brewed potions which smelled terrible but were full of interesting things to try and grab at

47. watching his dad work on the crossword in the mornings and playing peek-a-boo with the paper

48. eating toast in the mornings and getting jam hopelessly smeared in his face and cheeks and fingers and hair

49. hearing from his mum every day that he looked and acted just like his dada

50. hearing from his dad every day that he looked and acted just like his mummy

The Secret (11)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

With Baekhyun touring in Japan, things quickly went back to normal for you and Zoe. You woke up and wrestled your daughter into her school uniform, dropped her off at school and headed to work, picked Zoe up in the afternoon and took her to one of her many classes. Then it was dinner, bath and bed – for the both of you. It was just how things were before you introduced Baekhyun to your daughter … before you’d even met Baekhyun again after years apart.

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  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands clasped* I have to tell you something.
  • Rosamund: *sitting in her dad's old chair; eating a cookie* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *awkward* Um, well, for a while, I've been...on my own here.
  • Rosamund: *nods* I know. That's okay, Uncle Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I know. It's okay if that changes, too *pauses* would you be okay if that changes?
  • Rosamund: *confused* Changes how?
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* I've asked someone to live with me. Someone very special, very close to me *affectionate* someone I love *smiles* and they've accepted.
  • Rosamund: *grins* Is it Aunt Molly?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* How do you know that?
  • Rosamund: *giggles* Oh, Uncle Sherlock...you didn't think that was a SECRET, did you?
  • Sherlock: ...

Partially inspired by an anonymous request, partially inspired by a thought from @stylishmuser and partially inspired by my own need to hurt myself with daddy!Harry concepts on the reg. Enjoy!

I also really wish I knew how to make manips because I want a image of this so bad!


He could hear her tiny voice humming from the bottom of the stairs as he started to climb. He knew she was in her room and he thought that she had been getting ready for bed, but by the sound of her humming, that didn’t seem to be the case. It wasn’t abnormal for Harry to send his little four-year-old up to her room before bedtime, telling her to change into her pajamas and pick out a book, only to go up ten minutes later and find that she was still half dressed and distracted by a toy.

Thus was the case when he finally approached the doorway of her bedroom and peered inside, only to find her sitting in her tiny rocking chair in the corner with one of her dolls wrapped up in a blanket. Harry smiled as he watched her for a few seconds, listening to her hum and rock the doll back and forth like an infant. It took him a while, but the song she was humming started to sound familiar. It wasn’t a typically lullaby that he or you would have chosen to sing to your kids, but he realized that she was humming his song; a new song that had just dropped about a week ago.

He hadn’t even really thought that his daughter had paid enough attention to the song for her to be able to remember the tune, but she was doing it pretty well from what he could hear. Still, it was odd for her to have picked a song such as that to use as a lullaby; typically, she would use the songs that you and Harry sung to her at night.

He watched her for another minute or two before poking his head inside and capturing her attention. She looked up at him with a smile on her face, but then put a finger to her lips to shush him. Harry nodded in undestanding and tiptoed into the room, crouching down beside the rocking chair.

“What are you doing, munchkin? It’s time for bed.”

“Shhh, daddy,” she whispered, putting her finger to her lips once more, “I’m singin’ dolly a lullaby like you do with me.”

“Ohh, I see. Have you gotten her to sleep, then?”

His little girl nodded and continued to rock back and forth.

“Did she like the song you chose?” Harry asked, reaching out to move some hair away from his daughter’s face.

“She likes your song,” she answered, “It put her to sleep really fast.”

“Good. Well, now that dolly is asleep, I think it’s time for another little monkey to go to bed, hmm? S'gettin’ late, love.”

She nodded and kept a firm hold on her doll as she stood from the chair and walked over to her bed. Harry helped her crawl in, careful not to disturb the doll because she seemed very keen on keeping a hold on her like a real baby, and covered them both up with the blanket.


“Yes, love?”

“Can you tell me a story?”

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Music Series: Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

You’re killin’ me, Smalls…you’re really killin’ me…

Beautiful old song…dripping with sap and cheese. Thank you, Anon, for this request and for reading!

Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley, found HERE on Spotify. xo



Wise men say, Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Harry lay on one end of the long sofa, pressing his feet lightly against your own as you lay opposite, facing him, his long toes grabbing yours. You look around your book and see him smiling sweetly at you. You giggle at his goofiness that you find so endearing, and set your book aside.

In the quiet of the still, peaceful day, Harry cherished these moments with you. Quiet moments where no words are needed, just being in your presence made him happy. Early morning or late evening walks along the property line, holding hands and stealing kisses. Watching a movie together as you lay back against his chest, his arms around you, pulling you closer every now and then to kiss the top of your head lightly. Lying beside you in bed, simply feeling your body flush with his as you both sleep. Every day he fell more and more in love with you.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Harry watched as you harmonized beautifully with his family. They loved you, and they could see how much Harry was in love with you.

“She’s wonderful, Harry,” Anne told him on your last visit to spend time with his family. She and her son sat outside, watching you kick a ball around with some relative’s kids, as family came to visit Harry while he was home.

“She is, isn’t she?” Harry confirmed. “Love her a lot, mum.”

“I know you do,” she grins. “I can see it.”

“Going to make her my wife someday, you know,” he smiles.

Anne’s face lights up. “Are you?!” she laughs, hugging her youngest. “Oh, Harry, that’s wonderful! Babies!”

Harry laughs at his mother jumping immediately from the subject of marriage to grandchildren.

“Not sure either of us are quite ready for that, mum,” he chuckles. “But I’d be lying if I said I don’t think about it. No other person I would ever want as mummy to my children.”

He looked at his mother, who had a smile, but tears falling from her eyes, so happy for her child. She hugged him again tightly, as they watched you together.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

As you stood on the little foot bridge, overlooking a nearby pond, you glance at Harry who is looking at you, and chuckle.

“What?” you laugh.

“I just love you,” he replies. “More than I know how to explain. More than I have words for. More than I ever thought I could feel for another person.”

“I love you, too,” you return, kissing him sweetly.

You hear him begin to speak, but his throat catches, making you smile. Harry takes your hands in his, turning you to face him, and kissing you passionately, before looking at you with watery eyes. With more love in your heart for this man than you know what to do with, you watch as he slowly lowers himself down to one knee, squeezing your hands tightly, your brows scrunching inward slightly.

“I don’t have a ring,” he laughs, “Not yet, at least. But, I don’t want to wait any longer…I can’t. You mean everything to me, and I don’t want to spend another day without the promise that someday you’ll be my wife, and the mother of my children.” You smile as a crying laugh escapes your throat. “Will you share the rest of your life with me, love? Say you’ll marry me.”

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you


Authors Note: I am honestly running out of ideas on what to write about for Shawn, I do not know what scenarios you guys would like to read. But, here is Daddy!Shawn, it is kinda cute. 

Shawn Master List found HERE

I am not sure who asked me to tag them when I post tea-party Shawn, I am starting to think it was all a dream bc everybody is telling me it wasn’t them.  So, I am just going to give a small shout out. Here are some lovelies that have allowed me to blow their messages up with things. 

@ihaveabadreputation @hemmingshood12 @bleedingonedirection @dailymendes01 @redcalvinsharry @honest-for-mendes 

Since the moment he casted his eyes on her Zinnwaldite Brown eyes, he was hooked— there was nothing else in the world more important than the baby girl swaddled in his arms—her pastel pink blanket wrapped around her tiny little body.

From the moment Valerie Anne arrived in the world on December 13th, weighing 7lbs, he did everything possible to keep her happy, from driving around at three in the morning to get her to sleep for a few hours, to cradling her on his chest late at night while she stays wide-eyed and cooing.

It’s no surprise when you find the two of them taking naps, cuddled up on the couch, or in the king size bed, he is always making sure to spend as much time as possible with his three-year-old, the word no never being able to fall from his lips.

Not when it comes to the hickory eyes of hers, that shine up at him on a daily basis.

When you step into the peaceful house, you assume the two of them are taking a nap somewhere, cuddled together, your little girl safely secure in her Daddy’s arms.

It’s when you overhear soft giggles coming from upstairs that you become curious as to what the two of them are up to.

You climb the stairs with a smile, the chuckles getting heavier, Shawn’s own laughs echoing lightly.

You unobtrusively make your way towards her bedroom, peeking your head into the room to see what is causing the snickers. The moment you observe your husband and little girl sitting on the floor, surrounded by teddy bears and the small tea-set, your heart flutters with joy.

The tea party is her favourite pass time, she would spend hours playing tea-party with you if you’d allow her to.

There have been so many times when Shawn has been on a tour and you have spent hours playing tea-party, just to keep her calm and not set on wanting to call daddy every five minutes.

“Mr.Snuggles, it’s very nice tea.” Shawn lightly glides his hand over one of the numerous teddy bears head.

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I’ll show you the man I am

journeytothemoonn said:If you are still taking requests - can you please write an Andy Biersack smut where the girl has just found out he’s the baby of the band and starts teasing him and taunting him and he just gets fed up with it? the rougher the better? if you do this i will legitimately cry with joy 

Originally posted by andy-holdmybeersack


My roommate Andy had his bandmates over. They were laughing in the living room while I was in the kitchen getting a drink for me. As I walked back I heard Jinxx laughing: 

“Dude, it’s okay. You’re the youngest”

“Ohhh, Andy, you didn’t tell me you were the baby of the band!” I teased while sitting next to him, taking a sip of my drink.His face hardened and he turned his gaze to me ( GIF IMAGE ).

“Shut up…” he mumbled.

 The others and I laughed.

 “All of you.” Andy blushed.

“Aww, my poor baby. Do you need your mum to defend you?” I continued to tease.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down.

“Nahh, don’t cry. Every thing’s fine. Mummy is here” I mocked him while patting his hair.

He swatted my hand away. After another 30 minutes of teasing Andy the guys said their goodbyes. As soon as the door closed I was slammed against the wall with Andy pinning my hands above my head.

“You think it’s funny teasing me like that?” Andy questioned, darkly.

I couldn’t help but get turned on even though between Andy and me never was some kind of thing.

“Andy, I was just teasing you. No need to be pissed” I tried to cover up my arousal.

“I’ll show you the man I am.” he growled before he slammed his lips against mine. His lips were soft but he kissed rough and fuck I loved every single bit of it.

He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his bulge. I gasped and he took the chance and slipped his tongue in my mouth and began exploring.I let out a moan and I could feel him smirking against my lips.

I pulled back for air but Andy just moved his lips to my neck. Well, he’s singing in a band so of course he doesn’t need much air, that bloody-

My thoughts were cut as he found my sweet spot and began sucking and biting, definitely leaving a mark.

“Andy” I whimpered.

“Shhh. I don’t want to hear a single sound, understand?” he demanded.

I nodded.

“I asked you something” he growled, darkly while piercing his eyes into mine.

“I understand, sir” I croaked.

He smirked satisfied at the title and gave me a quick kiss before throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a squeek and noticed my mistake when his hand smacked my ass.

“I said not a single sound!” he snapped and carried me upstairs to his room. 

He threw me on his bed and this time I stayed quiet.

“Good girl.” he chuckled.

He hovered over me and removed my shirt. I didn’t put any bra on today because I was just lazy. He stared awestruck at my exposed chest, pupils wide.

“So my little slut didn’t feel the need to put on a bra? Just proves that you are begging for it, little slut.” he grumbled in a low voice that made me soaking.

He slid my sweats down my legs, his rough fingers grazing my soft flesh. Goosebumps errupted all over my body and chills ran down my spine. 

He walked to his drawer and picked something which I couldn’t see. He straddled my waist and put my arms above my head. 


He cuffed my hands to the headboard and admired his work. I still suppressed any sound and he seemed to like that. 

I tried moving my hands but he smacked my thigh making me jump.

“Don’t move.” he commanded.

He stripped out of his shirt but kept his jeans on. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and slid teasingly slow his hands up my legs. When he reached my thighs he suddenly grabbed them hard and spread my legs. He pulled me down til my arms were stretched to the maximum. 

I looked in Andys eyes and all I could see was dark lust. He literally ripped my panties off me and immediatly plunged two fingers in me.

I screamed but regretted it almost instantly. He withdrew his fingers and flipped me onto my stomach. Andy grabbed my ass and put it up into the air. His came crashing on my butt.

“I told you not to make a single sound. You little slut can’t keep your mouth shut. If you break the rules again you’ll be punished. Got it?” Andy scolded.

He turned me back on my back.

“Yes, sir” I said. 

He smirked. He unbuttoned his jeans and removed them, leaving him in boxers. After just staring at me for what felt like an eternity he finnaly removed his boxers and lined himself up at my entrance. He teased me with his tip and I didn’t know what he was waiting for.

“Beg for it, slut. Tell me how much you want my cock in your little pussy.” He demanded.

I never was into this rough kinky sex thing but I must admit that I fantasized about Andy and this was kind of one of my fantasies. 

“Please, Andy, please. I need your cock. I want it so bad. I want y-”

I couldn’t even finish my begging, he already slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust. He pounded into me with no mercy. I was a moaning mess and he was grunting and sometimes my name fell from his lips.

His thrusts were hard and fast. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Suddenly he hit my G-spot and I screamed his name in pure bliss. He smirked and slammed into me in this angle making sure to hit that wonderful spot that made my body shiver in pleasure, with every thrust. 

“You like that? Now I’m not the baby anymore, am I?” Andy questioned.

“No, Andy. You’re not a baby. You’re a man. GOD, don’t stop!” I moaned.

He pulled out and I whimpered at the loss of him. He flipped me on my stomach again and immediatly plunged back into my throbbing core making me scream. 

My ass was high in the air and my face was pressed against the pillows. 

“Andy!” I screamed

“That’s right, baby. Scream my name. Let the neighbors hear who’s making you feel this good.” Andy grunted out.

I was close and by Andys now sloppy but still hard thrusts I could tell he was too. With one final thrust and him moaning my name, he threw me over the edge. I screamed his name along with profanities as my climax washed through my body. 

Just a few thrusts later, Andy stilled and I could feel his warm seed fill me.

He pulled out and collapsed next to me, panting.

“Ummm… Andy?” I asked.

He looked at me and noticed I was still on my stomach with my hands cuffed to the headboard. 

He uncuffed my hands and I collapsed onto my back still trying to catch my breath.

“What does this mean for us, (Y/N)?” Andy asked shyly.

“I like you, Andy. That’s all I can say for now. If it’s just sex for you then it’s okay. I’m not pushing you into something.” I answered also shyly.

He cupped my cheek in his hands and pressed  a gentle kiss to my lips. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. 

“I like you, too. Let’s just take it as it comes, okay?” he said, softly.

I nodded and got up. He looked at me confused.

“Round two?” I smirked.

He smirked back and jumped out of the bed following me to the bathroom.

A/N: Soooo, this took kind of long til I had a writingblockade (don’t know if that’s the right word but you know what I mean) and I hope you like it. And to my bae journeytothemoonn, I hope it meets your expectations! :) I love you guys!!! <3 Send me requests and I’ll be trying to do them soon. <3

“What A Catch,Donnie”

Pairing: Pregnant!Reader x Daddy!Draco

WARNINGS: low self-esteemed,hormonal,pregnant reader. Mentions of depression. 

A/N- You’re pregnant again with a girl. This is a long one-shot.

You lie awake in your’s and Draco’s shamrock green, Queen-sized bed. Tears prick your eyes and your throat begins to swell. You stroke the large bump on your stomach softly while Draco’s large hands rub soothing circles into your hip and caress the bump. Resting your head on Draco’s chest, you let his steady heartbeat calm your thoughts. 

(y/n), love?” Draco asks quietly. “Please tell me why you’ve been distant lately. I’m here for you, sweetheart. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” he begs.

You suck in a shaky breath. Trying fruitlessly to hold in the tears. It ruins you bottling up all your feelings. One thick, hot tear leaves your eye and soaks into Draco’s black t-shirt. Your hands begin to shake uncontrollably and a strangled sob escapes your lips. “You can cry, sweetheart.” Draco says softly before kissing your temple.

You let it out. All the stress and self-doubt you’ve been trapping, you let escape.  Countless tears cascade down your cheeks and you fist Draco’s shirt tightly.  “It’s ok baby. I’m here.” Draco coos, and holds your fisted hands in his. Draco presses gentle kisses on your cheeks and gently runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair. 

“I c-can’t Draco.” you sob. You try to quieten; not wanting to wake up Scorpius who’s asleep in the next room. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, love.” he whispers softly.

“I’m not good enough, Draco.” you whisper. Your voice has levelled out, yet the waterfall of tears refuse to seize. “I’ll never be good enough.”

“What makes you think that, darling? To me and Scorpius you’re perfect. You saved me. I wouldn’t be here without you. You’re so kind. So beautiful, loving, caring, smart, strong, PERFECT. Don’t ever think otherwise.” he says staring into your (e/c) eyes the whole time. Sincerity and honesty reflecting in his cobalt eyes.

You sit in silence watching him. The love you feel for your family makes your heart warm. “I-I don’t want our daughter to be anything like me. What if she becomes like me? I won’t know what to do, Draco.” you confess. Your lip trembling.

“If our daughter was anything like you I would be the proudest father alive. Hell, I already am. I pray everyday that our children will become more like you. You are so important to us and our daughter will feel the exact same.” he says resting his forehead against yours.

“And…Scorpius loves and cares for you so much more.” you mutter quietly. Draco laughs softly in reply.

“You don’t think he loves you as much he does me? He’s been doing nothing but trying to ‘be a grown up’ to help look after you and get your attention these past few weeks. It’s hard on both of us to see you like this, love. We want to help you.”

You didn’t realise it. You’ve been so isolated and trapped in your thoughts that you didn’t acknowledge the important things around you. You wrap your arms around Draco’s neck and pull him into a hug where you cry into his shoulder. You hate yourself so much for abandoning them like that. Draco rubs up and down your back; while muttering sweet things into your ear. You pull back only to capture his lips in yours. 

The sound of the door creaking open causes you and Draco to break apart. You look towards the door to see a thouroughly dishevelled looking Scorpius. Rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning adorably. “Mummy?” he says sleepily. “Are you ok….? Is-is baby ok?!” he says suddenly wide awake. You watch in shock as his little figure runs towards your side of the bed.

Scorpius stares at you wide-eyed and concerned. His bed hair sticking up in all directions like a crown. You turn towards Draco too see him grinning proudly at him.

 “I-I~” you’re speechless. 

Scorpius’ tiny body makes a few attempts at climbing on the bed but is unable to reach. You’re about to reach for him but stop after you see him look away. His bottom lip trembling. “S-Scorp…?” you ask uncertainly. 

“I won’t be able to look after you and sis, Mummy.” he mumbles, on the verge of tears. “I-i’m not big enough.” you feel your heart break. You feel so crap about yourself for ignoring him this whole time. 

You reach over the bed and lift him and lay him in between you and Draco. Grabbing his small frame, you hug Scorpius as closely as your seven month bump will allow. Carefully and slowly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you back. You’re in tears again. They run down your nose and cheeks. Looking up through your tears you see Draco’s handsome face holding a soft smile. You’re feeling so unbelievably loved and there’s such a fulfilling love for your family that you feel in your heart. Which previously felt so heavy with, guilt and self-doubt but is now filled with the light expanses of love and care for all of them.

“D-did I hurt you?! I’m sorry Mummy! I didn’t mean it!” Scorpius exclaims. Shuffling back into Draco once he sees the tears on your face. A look of pure horror resting on his pale face.

“No, baby, no. I’m just happy, is all. I love you so much Scorp. I’m so proud of you.” you say cupping his cheek softly.

He smiles proudly. Looking to Draco in delight. Draco ruffles Scorpius’ soft blonde hair. The exact same as his own.

“Can I sleep with you and daddy, mummy? I miss you.” Scorpius pouts softly. A tired yawn leaving his lips and causing his eyes to water. 

“Of course, darling. I’ve missed you too sweetheart.” you say while brushing the hair out of his face.

You move him again so he’s on the left of you and you’re next to Draco again. Draco kisses your lips and grins widely at you. Which you return whole heartedly.

Turning around you cuddle Scorpius’ small body. Planting a soft kiss onto his cheek. Watching as his eyes droop slowly. You feel Draco’s gentle and tentative arms wrap around you. He snuggles into your back. Resting his chin on your shoulder. One of Draco’s arms rests on Scorpius’ hip. 

Glancing back at him, your (e/c) eyes meet his icy blue ones. A happy smile rests on both your faces. “I told you.” he mumbles smugly. 

“Hm.” your smile drops slowly. Remembering the reason for not noticing in the first place. 

Self hate has always been something you’ve had a problem with. You can’t remember when it started or when you realised it but it’s always been there. You called them your ‘demons’ as a teenager. They were there for you when honestly, no one else was. Almost like the arms that catch you when you fall. Only to let you go. To laugh and taunt, trap you under their feet, as you try so hard to get yourself up off the ground without any motivation to do so. Along with all the other people in your life who hurt you. But then he saved you. Draco beared and kept away your demons as you did his. Protected each other from others yes, but also ourselves. 

(Y/N), love. Are you ok?“ Draco asks softly while kissing your cheek. His vunerable, cobalt irises reflect his perpetual love for you like a mirror.

“I love you. I love you all so much. I’m sorry for being the way I am.” you mutter quietly. Your tears are thick raindrops in a torrential storm; leaking from the blustery heavens which are your tear ducts and soaking the parched Earth that is your pillow. 

“We love you FOR being you. Never think otherwise. We’ll always be here for you.” Draco states candidly.

“I know.” you mumble. 

“Do you want anything? I could make you some warm milk with cinnamon if you’d like?” Draco asks, lifting up the covers.

“I want milk!” Scorpius suddenly wide-awake. Turning around with a hopeful smile and gleaming eyes like sun rays illuminating diamonds. Love filled laughs erupt from both you and Draco.

“That would be nice.” you say tiredly. Tickling Scorpius’ stomach evily. The sweet sounds of his giggles resonate around the room.

“Ok then love. Rest, you’ve had a long day. Come on then Scorp.” Draco says cordially. Sauntering around the perimeter of the large bed and scooping up Scopius’ awaiting body; arms outstretched and giggling like children shown a surreal magic trick. 

Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Draco takes Scorpius to the kitchen where you hear frustrated sounds and loud whines emitting from. With a chuckle and a  knowing shake of your head, you carefully crawl out of the luxurious warmth of the bed and down the icy, marble stairs.

Shoulder resting on the jutted door frame, you silently observe the events. Draco furiously stirring the curdling milk while Scorpius obviously took it upon himself to latch onto his leg. Shaking with laughter at the sight you awkwardly stumble, due to the bump, towards the counter. 

“Need any help?” you ask cheekily, watching as they both whirl around and stare at you.

“What’re you doing down here, love? And not at all. Everything’s under control.”

“I can see.” you chuckle softly. 

“Come here Scorp. Let’s go upstairs.” you say. Taking his small hand and leading him up the stairs.

Just as you’re both tucked in Draco comes in with three floating mugs of steaming milk. 

You grab yours gratefully and soake up the new source of heat while helping Scorp drink his. Draco places the empty mugs to the side while you wrap an arm around Scorpius’ body and pull him into your side and snuggle into Draco’s welcoming chest. 

Wriggling into your previous position, you let Draco’s muscular arms encase you. Experiencing the gentle feeling of protection from him. Delicately you run your fingers through Scorpius’ hair as a soothing method.

Draco’s breaths even out and Scorpius begins to drool slightly. Their peaceful, sleeping forms are the bare trees in Winter. Vunerable, stoic and silent like the deathly appearance they take when sleeping. Only the rise and fall of their chests keeping you sane.

Closing your sore eyes, you try and clear your exposed mind. With the presence of the people you love next to you, you fall into a dreamless sleep.

And as the song goes: “I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch.” 

I wrote this a while ago for someone close to me…It was just floating in my drafts so I decided to post it. 

Originally posted by couplenotes


Imagine Dally having to explain to his little girl why she doesn’t have a mummy…

“Daddy…” Dally looked down at his little girl expectantly as he wiped away the sweat from a long, hard day at work. 

“Hi baby girl, how was school today?” He asked with a grin, he bent down and pecked her lips gently. 

“Uncle Soda picked me up from school and then we got ice cream”

“That’s great, little ‘darlin, how about you help cook dinner tonight, huh? We’re having your favourite.” He walked into the kitchen, his little girl following after him. 

“Dadda, I wish I had a mummy.” She said softly, causing Dally to stop in his tracks. 

“What?” He choked on his breath, flinching. “Where is this coming from, huh?” 

“All the other girls and boys at my school have mummy’s. Except me, and it’s mummy’s day soon and I’ve got no one to give a card to. Why don’t I have a mummy?”

“Listen, honey” Dally mumbled, sitting on the floor in front of her. He grabbed her in his arms and hugged her to his chest. “You do have a mummy. But, she went to heaven.” 

“Oh” She looked up at Dally, her big blue eyes staring into his. “Was she pretty?” 

“Of course she was pretty, she was the most beautiful person in the world and I loved her very much. She loved you too. She had your eyes and your smile, and she left us way too soon.” Dally’s eyes were welling up with tears and he held onto her even tighter- he knew this day would come, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon. 

“What was her name? Was it Bridgette, like me?” 

“No, her name was Rose, like your middle name. She named your Bridgette after your granny, maybe you could write a mother’s day card to her, huh?” 

“Okay daddy” 

“Daddy just want’s you to know that he loves you very much, you don’t have to worry about all the other boy’s and girls, you have a mummy. And she was the best mummy. She gave up her life for you, you don’t know what I mean, but one day you will. But you have me, and I love you.” 

“I love you too daddy.” She got up and grabbed her daddy’s cheeks, pressing her lips to his nose. “The biggest much.” 


Summary(requested): You’re friends with benefits and get pregnant, leave, and see Michael two years later.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex.

Ch: Michaelxreader

Michael never seemed as if he wanted to make what you had a public thing, he’d always stay a distance from you in public, and if he did talk it was small chatter nothing more, but when you were alone it was a different story. He’d often bring you gifts, call you cute nicknames, kiss you, and hold you, He was like two different men.

“Do you think ya ever have children?” You ask, as you watch him dress, he quickly grabs his shoes from the floor that was cluttered with clothes, he took a seat next to you, smiling. “You think you’re pregnant right after we fucked?”

“No.” You swallow the lump in your throat, putting on a smile. “Don’t be silly, Mikey, I just carious.”

“I mean maybe, but not at the moment, I have no time to take care of me self.” You fake smile and nod, as slipped on his dress shoes. “I agree with you.” 

He presses a kiss against your nose, and then your forehead, “I have to go love, fucking Tommy will kill me if I’m late again.”

“Bye.” You kiss his lips softly. “I’ll pick you up tonight, we’ll go for dinner, have a good day.” With one more kiss to the top of hair, he was gone, door slammed behind him. Little did he know you were pregnant, and leaving for London tonight.

You spend the rest of the day debating on if you should, but none would be fair to Michael, who has just finally found his family, he said it himself he was not ready to be a father, but you were not ready to leave him. you found your feelings growing stronger and stronger for the young Peaky Blinder.

Currently you stood shaking at the train station, the ticket wrinkling due to the grip of regret. You had to do this though, for Michael and for your baby. The moment the train whistle ripped the air, tears started flowing It was time to leave, leave him behind.

                                                   2 years later

You looked down at the beautiful little boy sleeping on your chest, He was the spitting image of his father, gorgeous brown locks, and beautiful red lips. With a quick jerk, the train stopped.

After two years you finally worked up the nerve to come back, come back to see your mother and let her see her grandchild for the first time ever. “Mummy?” Your son groaned, rubbing his eyes, looking up at you.

“Time to go meet your granny, baby.” He smiled from cheek to cheek, so excited to finally meet her, especially since you talked about how an amazing person she is, and the wonderful pastries she makes.

The moment Wallace met your mother it was instant love, and couldn’t tear him from his granny, she offered many time for you two to stay with her, to live her, she could get you a job at the Garrison now that her new husband Harry was the owner. 

“Honey Wallace will love it here.” She sways, “You grew up here, you belong here with your family.” She was right, you missed your family, In London it was just you and Wallace, no friends or family. When you agree, she assisted on celebrating, sending you and Wallace out to get goodies for her to make. 

The walk through the town was just what you needed, the memories came flooding back, the dreams and hopes that were thought of right in this very town. Finally you reached the market, holding Wallace’s hand to have him pull away, “Mummy you don’t need to hold my hand!” 

“I forgot my baby’s all grown.” You smile, poking his cheek. You examined the apples, looking for your mum’s favorite, the green ones, after looking for the non-bruised, and sweetest, you turn to show Wallace, but he wasn’t there.

“Wallace?” You ask, eyes searching everywhere. “Wallace?” You cry, now speed walking through the market, he was no where to be found. Tears began to fall due to the fear of your son missing, unsafe. 

“Excuse me Miss?” A man ask, you turn around only noticing your son in his arms. You quickly take him, hugging him, “Oh you scared me so much boy, You know to stay next to me!”

“(Y/N)?” The moment your eyes met with Michael’s, you began to panic inside. His eyes studied you, then the boy who similarly represented him. “W-Where have you been?” He tried to hide the breaking of his heart.

You left him heart broken two years ago, as he still found himself the same, not interested in anyone else really, a few one night stands but since you left, he’s not cared for anyone, but you.

“Michael.” You say softly, “Thank you for finding him.” Placing Wallace on the ground, cupping his hand. 

Michael quickly cut in, not allowing you to leave this conversation. “Can you take you two out for dinner? I have so many questions.”

“It’s not the best time -” Wallace cut you off, “I’m hungry mum!” You sigh looking up at Michael, as he stood, his thoughts being confirmed, he was your son.

Michael took you both to a nice place, that was kid friendly. After eating your meal, with lots of small talk, and awkward silence  you where hoping you could leave. “Mummy, can I go play with the other kids?”

You sigh, nodding, and turning back to face Michael. “How old is he?” 

“Two years of age.” You mumble, Michael couldn’t help but connect the dots. “Is that why you asked how I felt about children?” His voiced dripped anger. He quickly took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up, something new about him; smoking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You argue standing your ground., “I met a man in London.” Michael laughed to himself, taking a drag, blowing the smoke around the room. “You don’t think I can’t notice my own son? He looks just like me fucking twin.”

“I don’t know who you think you are.” As you noticed Wallace listening to you both, “You definitely didn’t raise him, he may be your son, but you did not raise him!“ You paused, “And who even said you could curse or smoke in front of my son!”

“Clear the fucking room!” Michael roared as people quickly shuffled out of the room, leaving empty tables all over the room, and Wallace now left alone. 

“I am leaving.” You stood to only get stopped by Michael, his hand catching yours. “I’m sorry, I just want to talk.” He puts the cig out smoke now slowly disappearing, “I will not curse I promise.”

You sit back down, looking at Wallace playing with blocks. “Is this why you left?” You nod, “You said you weren’t ready. I wasn’t going to stick the responsibility on you.”

“He is my son.” Michael argues, “It isn’t a responsibility, it’s my job as a man.” You nod, tears growing in yours eyes. “You wouldn’t even show me to the public I thought the same for our son.”

“I loved you! I would’ve told anyone if they asked but they never did. They mind their business.” Tears now fell down your cheeks, “I didn’t know, I thought you didn’t want anything more.”

Michael groaned in anger, “Enough arguing, I have just met my son and would like to spend time with him.” He took off his hat, placing it on the table, his hands running through his hair. “We will talk about this later, but I am glad to see that beautiful face again.

You smile at him softly, wiping the tears from your face. “Wallace come here.” Wallace was quick to jump on your lap. Wallace often wondered why he didn’t have a father like everyone else, sometimes make one up to be like the other kids. He smiled cheek to cheek the moment you told him the respectful, whole man in front of him was his own.

You couldn’t help but notice the tears in Michael’s eyes as Wallace ran to his side of his table, jumping on his lap and hugging him. Between you and Wallace he didn’t know what to cry over.

Request are open!

feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Now if you two don’t mind, I’m going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed — or worse, expelled. ❜
  • ❛ She needs to sort out her priorities! ❜
  • ❛ It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live. ❜
  • ❛ It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. ❜
  • ❛ There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. ❜
  • ❛ I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. ❜
  • ❛ This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin. ❜
  • ❛ So, naturally, the whole school knows. ❜
  • ❛ Only problem is, I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten. ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, but what’s curious? ❜
  • ❛ I remember every wand I’ve ever sold. ❜
  • ❛ And who owned that wand? ❜
  • ❛ We do not speak his name! ❜
  • ❛ The wand chooses the wizard. ❜
  • ❛ That was bloody brilliant! ❜
  • ❛ You’re a great wizard. You really are. ❜
  • ❛ Besides, you don’t even know how to fly! ❜
  • ❛ What an idiot! ❜
  • ❛ Honestly, woman. You call yourself our mother. ❜
  • ❛ Troll! In the dungeons! ❜
  • ❛ Thought you ought to know. ❜
  • ❛ Petrificus Totalus! ❜
  • ❛ You’re a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant… but scary. ❜
  • ❛ It means you’ll never die. ❜
  • ❛ Stop moving, both of you. ❜
  • ❛ You have to relax. If you don’t, it’ll only kill you faster! ❜
  • ❛ He’s not relaxing, is he? ❜
  • ❛ It’s deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun! ❜
  • ❛ I felt the same way before my first game. ❜
  • ❛ I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in hospital a week later. ❜
  • ❛ There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. ❜
  • ❛ You could be great, you know. ❜
  • ❛ I think we’ve had a bad influence on her. ❜
  • ❛ What do they think they’re doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school? ❜
  • ❛ You don’t use your eyes, do you? Didn’t you see what it was standing on? ❜
  • ❛ Good of you to get us out of trouble like that. ❜
  • ❛ It’s spooky! She knows more about you than you do! ❜
  • ❛ Wicked! ❜
  • ❛ I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. ❜
  • ❛ She’s a nightmare, honestly. It’s no wonder she hasn’t got any friends! ❜
  • ❛ I think she heard you. ❜
  • ❛ Just play a bit of music and he falls straight asleep. ❜
  • ❛ I shouldn’t have told you that! ❜
  • ❛ Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. ❜
  • ❛ Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill them. ❜
  • ❛ Codswallop in my opinion. ❜
  • ❛ But one thing’s certain, something about you stumped him that night. ❜
  • ❛ Brutal, but no one’s died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they’ll turn up in a month or two! ❜
  • ❛ Well, why aren’t you all copying this down? ❜
  • ❛ Isn’t he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, well, he’s gotta have a name, don’t he? ❜
  • ❛ People will think you’re… up to something.   ❜
  • ❛ Do you really think it safe, leaving him with these people? ❜
  • ❛ Honestly, don’t you two read? ❜
  • ❛ Wingardium Leviosa. ❜
  • ❛ I think we’re going to need another feather over here, Professor. ❜
  • ❛ Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? ❜
  • ❛ Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? ❜
  • ❛ What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? ❜
  • ❛ Pity. Clearly, fame isn’t everything. ❜
  • ❛ I think if he’d had the chance, he might’ve tried to kill me tonight. ❜
  • ❛ And to think, I’ve been worrying about my potions final. ❜
  • ❛ Nothing, I repeat, nothing gives a student the right to walk about the school at night. ❜
  • ❛ Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken. ❜
  • ❛ And to ensure it doesn’t happen again, all four of you will receive detention. ❜
  • ❛ You will join your classmates in detention. ❜
  • ❛ Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum. ❜
  • ❛ You have got to start standing up to people. ❜
  • ❛ No, that’s all I need… you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire! ❜
  • ❛ Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back! ❜
  • ❛ I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day. ❜
  • ❛ Feels strange to be going home, doesn’t it? ❜
  • ❛ I’m not going home. Not really. ❜
  • ❛ I swear I don’t know. One minute the glass was there and then it was gone. It was like magic. ❜
  • ❛ There’s no such thing as magic! ❜
  • ❛ And keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change. ❜
  • ❛ Crikey, I’d love a dragon. ❜
  • ❛ You’d like a dragon? ❜
  • ❛ Also, our caretaker has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. ❜
  • ❛ For God’s sake, pull yourself together man. ❜
  • ❛ Fine. Just so you know, he’s a bloody coward. ❜
  • ❛ Anything from the trolly, dears? ❜
  • ❛ You’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there. ❜
  • ❛ Look at you playing with your cards. Pathetic! ❜
  • ❛ We’ve got final exams coming up soon. ❜
  • ❛ Daddy’s gone mad hasn’t he? ❜
“Unexpected romance”  Ahkmenrah fanfic. Part 1/?

AN: Please bare with me! It has been a long time since I have written something like this. I will appreciate any sort of feedback; that is if I get any. Hopefuly you guys will like this :3

Fanfiction: Unexpected romance
Fandom: Night at the Museum
Pairing: Ahkmenrah/Original Character (Reader)
Rating: At this moment is is suitable for all ages, but at some point it mugh get rated.
Word count: 938

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The crisp autumn wind blew against and through your lovely hair, as you were making your way towards the Museum of national history. This was your first job actually related to your college degree – archaeology/Egyptology. Since the early age of eight you have fallen in love with this magnificent civilisation – the mummies, king Tut, the hieroglyphics; these things fascinated you and had drawn you to pursue a career as an expert on this matter. Due your evident qualifications and knowledge on ancient Egypt you have gotten this job pretty quickly.

A step by step you’ve entered the building by pushing the big door wide open. After taking a good look to your surrounding you have managed to notice a check out desk in the centre of the hall. Since you were of course nervous, you couldn’t help but have a bit shaky feet and continuously bite your lower lip. A lovely looking lady greeted you.   “Oh hello there sweetie, my name is Amy how may I help you?” The lady asked scrolling her eye sight all over your face before focusing on your eyes. After taking a deep breath and rubbing your forehead in slight worry you looked back towards her with a soft smile. “My name is ___ and I am here for this job as a researcher on the Egyptology department. “ You muttered slowly praying to God that you don’t appear as nervous as you feel.

“Yes yes! I have been noted about you, please” she said as she slowly exited the informational desk. “Follow me“The blond hair lady motioned you with her hand to come along with her through the lovely walls and things displayed at this institution. It kept reminding you of how much you love history and nature. Once passing through the elder cave men and skeletons display, along with some awkward silence she had led you to a pretty small but comfortable looking side room. The room seemed a bit depressing since all of the contains were either black or grey.  “I understand this is a bit confusing, but our boss Dr. McPhee is currently not at the museum he is on a really important seminar. And that is why I had brought you here. This is the backroom where you can, leave your belongings, have breaks, eat your lunch or dinner, depending on how long do you stay” she said eventually running out of breath and letting out a soft chuckle. “I must apologise I am usually really nervous whilst meeting new people.”

I couldn’t help but smile as a form of encouragement towards her. After all, I did felt the same. “I completely understand and don’t worry. I am nervous as well. But I am still looking forward to working here and meeting other employees. Hopefully they are interesting and nice as much as you are.” Amy smiled before holding both of your hands and shaking them. “I am looking forward to be working with you as well sweetie. If you do have any questions or confusions please feel free to talk to me, I will be where we met.” She smiled before leaving the room and leaving you on your own. You left your precious backpack on the comfortable looking sofa, tied your hair in a fluffy bun. Once recollecting your notes and equipment needed for your work you exited the room, making your way towards the Ancient Egypt section.  Now there you have already felt like home. You slide a pair of elastic gloves on your hands to avoid any unwanted contact with old fungus and began doing your research.

Without realisation, as you were researching the famous tablet of Ahkmenrah, you took a nap or two. Not that the research wasn’t interesting or anything, it was the room; pretty dark. Plus you had a really long day. In the middle of your third nap you had woken up to a strange light coming from the tablet. Your eyes had widened its triple size in realisation.  Before you knew you heard a lot of strange noises coming from the main hall.

In curiosity you’ve turned around to investigate. You could not believe your eyes. The big black jackals, the mummy’s guardians were moving and giving you strange looks. Since you were frightened you stood up almost dropping the tablet, looking around wondering what the hell are you supposed to do.  “Oh dear God, shit, oh what … holy shit.” You kept muttering under your breath. Then the least thing you expected happened. The mummy’s sarcophagus began to shake, The top was easily removed by someone or something that was inside making a huge loud thug noise.

Pretty much alive looking mummy sat up, turning his head to a new aura in the room. “Larry?” The alive corpse asked in a confusion before removing his linen sheets of his face revealing a head of a really handsome looking man in his early twenties.  

“You were in here the whole time?” You asked raising your voice a little bit. “You were here the entire time? How do you breathe? Why hadn’t anyone told me I was scared for life?” Your questions kept coming and coming at a person sitting in front of you. Speaking of him, he couldn’t help but laugh. /He is laughing at my suffering, he is laughing at my fear/ You kept thinking to yourself before hearing the man in front of you speak. “I apologise for my bad manners. My name is Ahkmenrah and this is my tomb. I have just came back to life, as I do, every day when the sun goes down.”