the rocking back and forth kills me

like evan just falls into heidi,, he’s been. tense the entire show. actually tense is an understatement of epic proportions this kid has been battling anxiety and self doubt and depression and suicidal ideation and lies and conflicting feelings abt this weird situation the WHOLE time, he’s on edge the whole time, his whole life he is on edge that is the nature of anxiety by definition………….and then he lets everything go, he lets himself have some relief from the exhausting battle he wages w himself everyday and he lets his mom hold him. he just COLLAPSES into her and she holds him holds him holds him so tight and he lets her hold him, all of the “worst” parts of himself out in the open. and like, he doesn’t have to fight himself for the first time in so long. he just goes limp from relief and exhaustion and he takes a break and his mom rocks him back and forth bc he’s always her baby and she will love him no matter what

You’re My First - Clay Jensen Smut

Clay Jensen x reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader gives her first blowjob to Clay who is also receiving his first? And/or leading to loosing their virginity

WARNINGS: Smut, swearing

“What do you want to watch princess?”

“I don’t care, you can pick whatever.” I’m laid up with Clay in his room as he surfs the guide. It’s a Saturday night and I rather be with my boyfriend than home alone. Granted we are alone right now, being that his parents are out at some function, but at least we are alone together. I trace circle on his clothed chest as his eyes are focused on the TV, finding something to watch. I can tell that he is pretending to be into the TV so that he doesn’t need to focus on my hand against him. I snuggle more into him as he sucks his teeth.

“There are no good movies on babe” he says, throwing the remote down as the TV stopped on Full House. 

“Then we don’t watch TV, we can do something else anyway” I say, as I slide my hand under his shirt. He looks a little nervous as he looks down at my hand. 

“Like what?” He sounded a little nervous, but flirty at the same time. I move my leg across his torso and put my lips up to his ear. 

“Anything.” I pur. He looks down at me, his eyes on mine. His eyes flicker down to my lips and I know he wants nothing more than to feel my lips on his. As if he read my mind, he pulled my face up to his, pressing his lips onto mine. The kiss was nice and slow. It’s like our lips were made for each other. His tongue grazed my bottom lip as he asked for an entrance. I didn’t allow him in to tease him and he squeezed my thigh making me yelp. When I opened my mouth he stuck his tongue in, softly wrestling with mine. I rolled on top of him and sat on his lap, never breaking our kiss. The kiss suddenly went from slow and sweet to more rougher and needy. Clay’s hands were on my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. When I started to slowly move my hips against his, Clay suddenly withdrew from me.

“What’s wrong, why’d you stop” I pant as he avoided my eyes. When he didn’t say anything, I got worried.

“Did I do something?” I ask. His eyes found mine again and quickly shook his head.

“No no no, god no. It’s just I’m getting a little um..a little-”

“Horny” I smirk, looking down between us and seeing him semi-hard. He looked embarrassed and nodded his head. A giggle at his nervous state.

“So what babe.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you.” He said looking down.

“Last time I checked, we are both virgins. And what if I’m ready.” His eyes widen and he swallowed hard. 

“A-are you sure, cause I’m not rushing at all trust me, I can wa-” I stop him from rambling on by crushing my lips on his. 

“Clay, I love you and I’m ready. I mean if your not that’s fi-”

“No! I am, it’s just we don’t have to. It won’t make me love you any less if we don’t.” I smile at his cuteness and press my forehead against his. 

“I’m ready Clay.” I pull on his shirt so that our lips collide again. Feeling his body against mine made me loose the fear in the moment and only made me want him more. I pull away to take my shirt off as he took off his. He stared at my bra and looked away when he noticed I saw. I pulled his faced back towards me and smiled.

“I’m all yours Clay.” With that, his mood lightened up as his hands cup both of my breast squeezing. I threw my head back as I felt his lips on my neck, sucking lightly. 

“Your so beautiful y/n.” He unclasped my bra and I suddenly felt so exposed and nervous. He can tell I felt weird by my face.

“Don’t be shy about your body, you look amazing.” I smiled and loosened up as his lips went to my breast. His lips attacked one of my nipples, while softly massaging the other. I bit my lip to keep me from moaning as his sucking got more harsh, making my core wet. I started to hump back and forth on his now rock hard member, making him groan against my breast making me moan. The friction beneath us was killing me and I want nothing more than to take everything off. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down as far as I could without moving off his lap. 

“Clay can I try something?” I pant as his sucking went from my breast to my neck, surely leaving like 10 bruises. 

“What is it babe?” He said, not breaking his series of kisses. 

“I-I um want to please you..” I felt his kissing stop as he stayed there, probably waiting for me to finish, or just not knowing what to say. Probably both. 

“You know..please you down there.” I felt so shy asking him, but I really wanted to make him feel good like he does to me. I just want to do it in a more intimate way. 

“U-um I don’t know y/n, you don’t need t-”

“I want to.” He looks at a lost for words, debating on what to say. When we takes to long, I just take matters into my own hands. I slide off of him, sliding his pants all the way down, along with his underwear. When I did, his dick sprung all the way up, smacking again his stomach. I positioned myself so that I was in between his legs with my butt in the air, looking up at him. 

“Y/n stop you don’t hav-” I quiet him by slowly taking his entire member into my mouth, almost gagging. I come back up, licking his tip while pumping him with my hand. 

“Oh my-” Clay’s eyes were shut tight as he threw his body back. I flattened my tongue against the side of his shaft before taking him in my mouth again, pumping in and out faster. 

“Fuck babe, that feels good” He’s a moaning mess above me as he looks down at me sucking him. His eyes are glued to mine as I look up at him through my eyelashes, pumping my hand faster. He’s a groaning mess as he continues to do a string of curses. Unaware of what he’s doing, Clay starts thrusting into my mouth, making me even more wet. He grabs my ponytail and that was my motivation to go faster. I take all of him in my mouth, not caring that I was gagging, as I started picking up my speed. I start to moan with him still inside me and that threw him over the edge. 

“Fuck! y/n I’m about t-” He doesn’t know what to do with his hands as he releases inside of my mouth. I swallow what’s left as he pulls me up to him, kissing me passionately, still panting.

“Sorry that I did that, I should have told you I was…you know.” I smirk at what he was trying to say, “That’s okay, I liked it.”

Clay turns us over and starts peppering kisses down my neck. He kisses all the way to my stomach as he pulls my underwear off. He comes back to my lips, smashing his with mine, his hands roaming all over my naked body. He stops and looks at me.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked genuinely. 

“More sure than anything.” I smiled. He pulled off of me and got something from his desk draw. When he came back, he hovered back over me, pulling on a condom. When he started having trouble pushing it on, I held in my giggle, stopping his hands. 

“Let me help.” I unraveled it, slowly pushing it on his member, making sure to lightly squeeze him in the process, making him groan. I wanted this, his body on mine.

“I’ll be gentle” he breathed, his voice soft, “Just tell me if it hurts.” I pulled his face closer to me, making that as a sign for him to go. He starts to slowly push into me, giving me this stretching and ripping feeling throughout my body. I try to adjust to him as he continues pushing in slowly. I squeeze my eyes shut, gasping into his mouth as I grabbed his arms tightly. I whimpered as I just waited for the pain to go away. He pulled away from my lips as he looked at me.

“Is this okay?” he pants, looking at my face for any bad reaction. I nod my head, wanting him to keep going. 

“Yes baby, keep going.” I try to focus on the pleasure, even though I can still very much feel the pain. I was slightly tense and as if Clay sensed that, he started dropping kisses against my jawline, making me more relaxed. I started grinding my hips up against his and wrapped my legs around his back. He started thrusting a little faster, his eyes shut as he started groaning. I moan, tilting my head back into the pillows. As his speed picked up, the pain slowly subsided, giving me nothing but pleasure. I felt his weight on me, his body against mine and I realized just how much he meant to me. 

“Fuck princess, you feel amazing” he moans into my neck. I tighten my grip around my neck, moaning into his ear. 

“Baby f-faster please” I whimper. He did just that, his thrust getting deeper and deeper. His body slap against mine and all I can hear are our loud moans and the headboard against the wall. He picked up his speed even more making me dig my nails into his back, surely leaving a mark. 

“Fuck baby!” He screams, drilling into me. My breast are jumping up and down as I scream louder, the pleasure becoming overpowering.

“Clay! oh my god!” The faster his thrust got, the more I felt my stomach clench up. My body started to stiffen as he kept pushing in and out of me, on and on. 

“Come for me baby” he whispers and I let go.

“Fuck Clay!” My body went limp as I exploded. He kept pumping through my orgasm as I squeeze around him and in the same second, he screamed out my name, releasing himself. With both of us still panting and breathing heavily, I open my eyes to see Clay staring back at me. He slides off of me, laying his head on my bare chest. I run my hands threw his hair, kissing it after.

“That was amazing babe” I breath out, earning a nod from him.

“If that was amazing, wait till next time.”

A/N - This was my first Clay smut!!! Hope you liked it, I did!! 

dream catcher [stefan salvatore]

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Originally posted by lovershub

  my recommendation, listen to sad music with a happy ending :)

  It seemed as though Stefan Salvatore had planned this from the beginning.

    Although it may not have been obvious to most, but Stefan had been planning his death for quite some time. He had been wishing for the sweet release of death to take him away from the horrors of the world. Stefan wanted more than what life had to offer him. Afterall, what good had life ever brought him anyway? The only thing that life had ever given him was you, but it seemed that fate did not plan on keeping the two of you together for very long.

    Years ago, Stefan Salvatore had been the love of your life. The two of you had gotten married under the stars and traveled the world together before settling in Mystic Falls. However, once Elena Gilbert came along, things began to change.

    Life became rougher and it became difficult for you to survive. Even as a vampire, you had always had a little trouble keeping up. This was primarily due to the fact that you were on “the bunny diet” as Damon liked to put it. Because you only fed on animals, your body would never be as strong as other vampires.

    As fate would have it, a few years after you met Elena Gilbert, you were killed.

    They never discovered who had been the one to commit the crime, there was no evidence, no witnesses, just your broken, mangled body and your heart lying by your side. Stefan had found you after not hearing from you for a few hours. Worry had wrecked his body for hours on end before he finally found your car near the entrance to the forest. It was not unsurprising, you had most likely been hungry and wanted to drink. When Stefan tracked your steps into the woods, he was heartbroken to find your torn corpse waiting at his feet.

    Stefan had immediately dropped to his knees, not being able to maintain his body weight with the sight before him. His jaw went slack and tears already began falling from his tired eyes. Not caring about the blood that may soak his clothes, he gathered your body into his arms and pulled it tight against him. He tried to feel for a breath, a sign, anything to show that you were still with him, but he knew it was futile. Your heart had been ripped from your chest, there was no way for you to still be alive.

    Horse sobs filtered from the back of his throat and out of his lips as he cried. Stefan clutched your body to his chest, his head placed in the juncture between your head and your shoulder as he whispered futile pleas against your cold skin.

    “Please, please no,” he muttered, heart clenching in his chest, “you can’t do this to me - not now - not when I need you most.”

The way you had been killed almost seemed ironic to Stefan. It may have been your heart that had been ripped from your chest, but it still seemed like it was Stefan’s heart that had been torn to shreds.

    He stayed beside your body for hours it seemed, continuing to rock you back in forth in his arms as if there could be some miracle in all of heaven that would bring you back to him. After a few hours, after the sobs had ceased and his hands were covered in crimson blood, Stefan managed to shakily bring himself to his feet and drag himself back to his house, with your body still dangling in his grip.

    Stefan had made his way back to the Salvatore boarding house, where he knew the rest of his friends would be. After crossing the threshold of the doorway, Stefan fell back to his knees and let out another sob. Damon and Elena were the first to burst into the room to identify the source of the noise. When they saw what sight lay before them, they almost wished they hadn’t.

    Damon reacted first, seeing as he had been your brother-in-law and one of your closest friends. He dropped beside his brother with a small noise leaving the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes, and he laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

    “I’m so sorry, brother,” Damon whispered.

    Although the words were short, it was still enough for Stefan to let your body rest against the floor so that he could turn and grip his older brother. It had been a while since they shared an emotional moment together, but Damon still managed to squeeze his little brother tightly to him as he sobbed for his lost love.

    As Stefan cried, the rest of the group filtered into the room to witness what had occurred. They had been shocked and grief-stricken at the sight of you and the Salvatore brothers at your side. Bonnie Bennett had immediately let out a sob and gripped onto Enzo’s arm as he attempted to comfort her. The two of you had been great friends, and it was like a knife to the heart when she laid eyes upon your dead body. Caroline and Matt Donovan simply watched with heavy hearts as one of their friends left this world for another. The rest of your group of friends lowered their heads in indication of their fallen friend.

    A few weeks later, your funeral was held and Stefan placed your body in his family tomb, knowing that it was what you would have wanted. It was a small ceremony, just the Mystic Falls gang gathered together for one final goodbye one of their greatest friends. Bonnie and Damon gave beautiful speeches about how your laugh always managed to light up a room and how you always seemed to be able to drag a smile out of even the saddest person.

    When Stefan stepped up to give his speech, his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying he had done over the past few weeks. He attempted to pull himself together by rubbing the skin beneath his eyes, but all it did was make them ache.

“When [Y/N] was little, she used to sleep with a dream-catcher above her head. She told me that she used it to keep the bad dreams away and she still used it, even as a hundred year old vampire,” Stefan chuckled, “The day after we moved in together, I noticed that she had taken the dream-catcher down and now it laid inside her bedside table. When I asked her why she didn’t have it above her bed anymore, she simply told me ‘I don’t need a dream-catcher to keep the bad dreams away, because now I have you and I know you’ll always protect me, even in my sleep.’ It was in that moment that I knew I was completely and uninevitably in love with her. It was because she not only loved me but she trusted me wholeheartedly to keep her safe. And I know that if she could be here now, she wouldn’t want me to blame myself for what happened to her because it was out of my control, but that guilt still weighs heavily on my heart. I didn’t keep her safe, at least in that moment I didn’t. I may have kept her close my entire life, but in that moment, when she needed me, I couldn’t keep her safe. For that, my love. I’m sorry - I hope you can forgive me.”

    From behind his back, Stefan had drawn the dream-catcher onto the casket before him, finally letting his tears take over as he cried once more. Damon ushered him away from the podium and let the others give their speeches as he comforted his brother.

    After the funeral, Stefan was never the same, he went back to the brooding vampire he had been before he met you. He rarely spoke and chose to instead divulge his problems in alcohol rather than human interaction.

    Months had passed, but Stefan was never the same. Your death had shaken him to the core and Damon worried that Stefan would never come to terms with your murder. He feared that Stefan would continue to be the broken soul he had become. Stefan knew that Damon was trying to help, however, Stefan was haunted by too many demons and his soul could never be repaired. The torn pieces of his heart were so mangled that no stitch could ever pull them back together. Stefan knew he was broken, and he knew that the only thing that could repair those fragile pieces was if he was reunited with you.

    So when Bonnie discovered that there was a way to kill Katherine Pierce by keeping her in hell and letting the hellfire consume her as Bonnie destroyed it, Stefan knew what he had to do.

    Stefan entered the empty cavern of the tunnels, letting his eyes fall upon Katherine and Damon as they argued.

    “You’re bluffing,” Katherine replied, a smug smile falling upon her lips.

    Before Damon had the chance to respond, Stefan spoke up, alerting the two as they argued, “No, he’s not. And neither am I.” Stefan took careful steps into the cavern, letting the two watch him as he maneuvered his way closer.

    “I got this handled, bro,” Damon muttered, eyes wide as he takes in Stefan. It was the first time in a long while that Stefan had gotten involved in one of the “adventures” that the Mystic Falls group tended to attract. “You need to get out of these tunnels,” Damon continues.

    Stefan shakes his head, “I’m not the one who’s going to get out of here - you are.”

    “Bad time to be a martyr, Stefan,” Damon growls.

    “Said the martyr,” Stefan quickly retorts.

    Katherine turns and tries to make her way towards the exit, “I’m going to let the two if you figure this out amongst yourselves.” She steps closer to the exist of the tunnels but is stopped when Damon draws his hand back and lets the knife fly, hitting Katherine in the back. She is immediately subdued, falling to the ground where both Damon and Stefan know she won’t be rising from anytime soon.

    Damon steps forward the confront his brother, “Fine, then we will both go.”

    “Somebody needs to stay here and make sure she’s actually in hell when it’s destroyed,” Stefan replies.

    “I’m aware,” Damon speaks, cutting Stefan off as he tries to speak, “tell Elena that I did this for her, to pay for my past mistakes.”

    Stefan shakes his head, “You can tell her yourself. I need to do this Damon. I owe it to Bonnie and Enzo - I owe it to a lot of people.”

    Damon shakes of the hint at your name, instead choosing to try to convince Stefan out of his suicide mission, “I can’t let you die here, Stefan.”

    “Yes,” Stefan nods, “you are.”

    “Are you seriously going to sit here and argue with me about who needs this redemption more?” Damon cries, “You’re not responsible for Enzo, Stefan!”

    Stefan feels a weight in his heart as he replies, “You keep saying that but you’re wrong! We are all responsible for our own actions. Every drop of blood that I have spilled, I am accountable for.”

    Damon paces back and forth as Stefan attempts to convince him, trying to wrap his head around his brother’s logic. “Then I’m accountable too, and I have spilled even more!”

    “Damon, I’m human. In sixty years I’m going to be old and I’m going to be dead. You have quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of you-”

    “Which means a lot less without you!” Damon cries.

    “Do you think I want this? I lost the love of my life, my wife is dead and she is waiting for me to come home to her. In the nearly two centuries since I made you become a vampire, I have fought to turn you into the man who deserves the happiness that is out there right now. Damon, I can’t have that happiness because [Y/N] is already gone. I can’t be happy until she is back by my side once more, Damon,” Stefan cries, tears welling in his eyes as he recalls the woman he loved. His heart, although torn and broken, could be restrung if he had the chance to see his wife again.

    “No,” Damon whispers, his focus not completely in the conversation as he remembers his sister-in-law.

    “So let me do this for you,” Stefan whispers.


    “Then let me do this for me,” Stefan cries. It had been too long since he had seen you and that separation was beginning to tear him apart from the inside. It wasn’t just your death that lingered over him, it was the guilt of not saving you and the horror of having no way to bring you back. He may have been human now, but there was no life for him unless you were in it. There was no purpose of living unless you were living.

    “Please,” Stefan whispers.

    Damon’s body shakes as he takes a moment to think. His body hurting as he thinks of what he is going to do next, knowing that Stefan will never forgive him, “I love you, little brother.

    “I love you too.”

    Damon steps forward, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder shaking his head as he speaks, “And you’re right - you are human. Which is why I can do this.” Salty tears begin to roll down his eyes as he speaks his next words, his pupils widening as he compels his little brother, “Go, walk out of these tunnels and you are not going to stop until my death breaks the compulsion,” Stefan struggles against his brother, pleading for him to stop so that he can finally be reunited with his wife, “Because I am the big brother. I’m sorry I wasn’t better at it until now.”

    The two brothers cry as Damon compels his brother to escape the tunnels, not knowing that Stefan was already on vervain. Stefan lets out a teary-eyed smile as he turns and emotionlessly leaves the tunnels with a heavy-heart and a mission in his mind.

Minutes later, Damon is holding Katherine in front of the tunnels, waiting for the hellfire to consume them. Katherine struggles, attempting to break free of his strong hold. However, before the fire reaches them, Damon is stabbed by a syringe of Stefan’s blood, transferring the cure to his body. Stefan lets the syringe hit the floor as Damon looks up at his brother in shock before Stefan throws his body out of the way of the hellfire.

Stefan grabs ahold of Katherine, knowing that he will be dead soon because he no longer has the cure running through his veins. He drags her body back into the tunnel as she cries out for him to stop.

“Stefan, please,” Katherine cries.

He ignores her plea and pierces the dagger into her heart before turning to his brother who lays unconscious on the floor, “Goodbye brother,” he whispers. Stefan then turns his head back to the tunnel before him and allows the fire to consume him body, his last thoughts being of his beautiful wife who he would be seeing soon.

Stefan lets his hand fall away from Elena’s, making his way towards the doors before him. Anticipation fills his every movement as he moves closer. It had been too long since he had seen you, since he had been able to touch you or even speak to you. It may not have been an eternity but, God, did it feel like it.

Letting the light take over his figure, his eyes adjust against the harsh, bright sun as he steps into the parking lot. His eyes scan the area until they land on one figure. One figure who has his breath taken away the moment his eyes land on her. Before he even gets a chance to do anything, tears are overtaking his vision and he lets out a watery smile.

    “I told you that I would always have you by my side, my dream catcher,” you let out. Your body is leaning against Stefan’s old car, arms crossed over your chest as you admire the love of your life. On the inside, your body is buzzing with excitement - he’s here, he’s actually here. It takes all the strength you have in your body to not rush over to him immediately,

    Stefan laughs softly, “And that’s where I’ll be for the rest of my days.”

    His words are all it takes for you to rush over to him, you’re feet moving as quickly as you can. You are taken into his arms, his biceps crushing you into his chest, where he buries his face in your hair. You cry out, letting your arms wind around his waist as you softly cry, letting out little hiccups as you try to laugh. Taking in his scent, your throat makes a happy noise as you bury your nose in his chest. “I love you,” you whimper, “I love you so much.”

    Stefan lets a few of his tears drip onto your hair, “I love you too.”

    And then he’s placing his lips onto yours, lifting you by your hips as he spins you around in circles. You let out a few giggles as you twirl with his strong arms embracing you. His lips are as soft as you remember and his kiss feels as though it’s brightening your soul. In reality, your kiss is stitching back the pieces of Stefan’s broken heart. Those torn and mangles pieces that had been in his heart for so long were finally being repaired. He could feel his heart becoming lighter as he tilted his head, letting his lips slot against yours once more.

    When he brings his head back, he buries his face in your neck letting out a happy laugh that he had not made in a while. It doesn’t take long before he places his hand on your cheek, admiring the way you gaze into his eyes. He watches as you place your hand over his own, his eyes sparkling as you smile. His eyes fall upon the wedding bands on both your fingers, his heart ringing as he is finally reunited with his wife.


    They bury his body in the tomb next to yours, hoping that if they were close here, they would be close in whatever afterlife they end up in.

    Damon stands in front of the two headstones, letting memories of his two best friends wash over him for one last time. He turns his head as Caroline enters the room, watching as she approaches him.

    “Do you think they found peace?” Damon whispers.

    “Together?” Caroline replies, “yeah, they definitely found peace together.”

wotcher, vic

The first time Victoire meets Teddy, he’s two and she’s just been born. She doesn’t remember any of it, but later, much later, her parents would tell her that she’d gurgled at the sight of him like she’d known he was going to end up being her best friend. And then—this part is always accompanied by a knowing smirk—when they brought Teddy up to the new mother and daughter (“Das a bay-bee?” he’s later quoted as saying. “Weird.”), his hair changed from Weasley-red to the same shade of blonde as hers.

“Zis ees Victoire,” her maman had said, smiling down at Teddy. “Do you want to say ‘ello, Teddy?”

And Teddy had cocked his head to the side, nodded in the sort of pompous, overly-excited fashion that only a two-year-old could get away with, and said, “Wotcha, Vic.”


By the time Victoire can talk and walk (and thus cause all sorts of trouble), she and Teddy are inseparable. Literally—Victoire throws tantrums that pay hefty tribute to her Veela heritage whenever she goes more than a few days without seeing her best friend. Sometimes, they hang out at Auntie And-rah-meh-da’s house, but most of the time, it’s either at the Burrow or Shell Cottage or sometimes even Uncle Harry’s house. Her maman frowns when Victoire comes home with her hair a mess and her dress splattered with mud, but because Victoire’s cheeks are always flushed and her grin is set to devour her whole face, she doesn’t say anything.

After all, there’s always Cleaning Charms (and thank Merlin for them). And besides, as Victoire’s daddy likes to say when he thinks Victoire isn’t listening, “at least she’s still young enough that the only trouble she gets into with boys is a spot of mud.”


When Victoire turns two, her maman and daddy sit her on the couch between them and tell her that she’s going to have a sister. Victoire doesn’t care much. A sister would be nice, she thinks. Teddy is nice, but he’s four now. He’s old and sometimes he doesn’t want to hang out with her because she’s too young. Plus, he’s a boy. And boys are gross, even if they’re crazy-haired Metamorphmagus boys named Teddy. (Especially if.)

“My maman’s gonna have a baby,” she tells Teddy a few days later, lying down on the grass beside him.

Teddy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just continues pulling up grass with stubby fingers. “Good,” he says suddenly, and she’s so surprised that she turns to face him. His hair is black like Uncle Harry’s. “You’ll have someone else to play with.”

Victoire’s face screws up. “Why’re you so mean tuh me?” she demands shrilly, sitting up and glaring at him.

Teddy turns away from her, his hair briefly taking on the same shade of green as the grass around them before returning to jet black. “Because I’m older,” he answers angrily, throwing his handful of grass at her. Most of it lands on her dress, but she can feel pieces of it in her hair. “I don’t want to play with babies like you all the time.”

Victoire starts crying. She pushes herself off the ground and runs back to the safety of her home, wishing she’d never met Teddy Lupin. That Muggle girl from the nearby village was right—boys are meanies. But she never thought Teddy could be like them. He’d taught her how to colour and he played in the mud with her and brought her Chocolate Frogs when she was sad. He was nice… wasn’t he?

Or not. Beyond furious and more than a little sad, she stomps into the cottage and slams the door behind her with as much force as she can muster. One of the panes of glass breaks, and her maman comes running into the room at the noise, one hand cradling her tummy, eyes wide. Her daddy is only a few steps behind her, his forehead all scrunched up, wand in hand.

“What ees eet, ma chérie?” her maman asks, crouching down and cradling Victoire’s face in her hands. Her beautiful features—her mother really is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the whole world—are twisted with worry. “What ‘appened? Are you okay? Are you ‘urt? Where ees Teddy?”

When she hears Teddy’s name, Victoire starts to sob even harder. “He—he called me a baby,” she bawls, throwing her arms around her mother. “He said he was glad you’re havin’ a baby ‘cause then he doesn’t have tuh play with me anymore!”

Her mother pulls her onto her lap and starts to rock her back and forth, singing an old French lullaby under her breath. Victoire’s daddy looks angry, but he crouches next to her too, stroking her hair. “I don’t care if the kid’s four and basically family,” he mutters lowly to his wife. “I’m going to kill him.”

Victoire’s maman giggles quietly as she continues to rock Victoire back and forth. “Beell,” she says in the same tone of voice she uses on Victoire when she’s done something bad, “you cannot ‘urt every boy who ‘urts Veeky.”

“But I want to,” Victoire’s daddy mumbles, sounding every bit like his daughter in her most petulant moments.

Victoire’s maman huffs, but there’s a small smile playing out across her lips. “‘e is young,” she says firmly. “And ‘e will make mistakes. Watch—’e will be back to apologize. ‘E cannot stay away.”

And sure enough, fifteen minutes later, there’s a timid knock on the door, and it’s Teddy, looking small and lost. “I—uh…” he trails off, his eyes flickering between his scuffed trainers and where Victoire stands behind her father, hands on her hips like Aunt Ginny when she wants to look intimidating. “I’m sorry, Vicky. I was being mean.”

Victoire’s already forgiven him—she forgave him five minutes ago. But she still darts out from being her father and plants a kick square on Teddy’s shin. It gets her a time-out from her mother and an irritated look from Teddy, but her father’s smiling into his palm, so it’s worth it.


Her sister is born four months before Victoire’s third birthday. Victoire’s in St. Mungo’s waiting room with Teddy and Andromeda—she only learned how to properly say the older woman’s name a few weeks ago—because there’s too much screaming in room where her mother and it smells too much like the Burrow after one of Grandma Weasley’s cleaning days.

Finally, a Healer finds them and tells them the baby has been born and would you please come this way, ma’ams and sir. Victoire, scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, grabs Teddy’s hand as they follow behind the adults. Teddy’s hair turns bright red—brighter than her daddy’s—but he doesn’t pull away.

When they reach the room, the rest of her family is already there, crowded around a bed, but they smile and make room for her once they spot her. Victoire catches sight of her mother with a bundle of blankets in her arms, hair dark with sweat, cheeks flushed. But both she and Victoire’s daddy, who’s hovering beside her and looking pale, are smiling widely.

Her mother motions for Victoire come closer. Victoire hasn’t let go of Teddy’s hand yet, so he just follows behind her shyly as she gets closer to the bed. “This ees your new sister, Veeky,” her maman whispers hoarsely, holding the blankets out to Victoire.

Victoire looks down at the blankets, shocked to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at her somberly. It’s so small. Hesitantly, she reaches out a finger and touches one of the baby’s tiny fingers. The baby makes a noise that sounds a little like a laugh, and Victoire’s maman smiles even wider. “‘Er name ees Dominique.”

Victoire doesn’t really understand what’s going on, but she hugs her mom anyways, and when Teddy whispers, “are all babies this ugly?” into her ear, she stomps on his foot even though she kind of agrees with him.


Victoire’s brother Louis arrives when Victoire is four and a half, and Shell Cottage becomes a warzone. Luckily, though Teddy is almost seven now—way older than her—he still hangs out with her when he’s not seeing his other friends.

One day, when everyone’s at the Burrow for Sunday Brunch, he tells her that he’s going to teach Louis all his tricks. Victoire looks at him in her best Aunt Ginny impression—hands on her hips, upturned eyebrows, pursed lips, eyes blazing—and says, “what tricks, Teddy Lupin?” She’s just lost her childish lisp, and it makes her sound older. Teddy blanches.

“Blimey, Ted,” Uncle Ron laughs, clapping an affronted Teddy on the back. “You’d better watch out.”

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To Pass... or fail

Written for @missyololady as a small congratulations for passing all her exams! Lil Lady was convinced she had failed one and I told her, pass or fail- I would make something just for her! 

Just good old Saeyoung x MC fluff <3 

-       “I failed! I totally failed! I can’t believe that I’m going to have to repeat this entire course again! My parents are going to kill me!”  

-       Saeyoung spun around on his chair to look at his stressed-out girl, sitting on the couch her hands in her hair, tugging at the roots.

-       The red head stood up and took pity on his poor MC- she had studied so hard and for so long but when he had picked her up from the exam she had burst out crying upon seeing. He had wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth as the rest of the students weaved around them, muttering about moving out of the way or for her to stop being such a cry baby. (Saeyoung made sure to remember that particular jackass’ face for the future.)

-       When she had finally stopped crying she kept her face hidden in his hoodie, too ashamed by her sudden outburst to look him in the eye.

-       Saeyoung gently pushed her away for just a second as he unzipped his signature black jacket off and hung it over her shoulders, pulling the hood up and over her head; the large garment dwarfing her but somehow made her feel warm and safe and invisible invincible 

-       Plus… it smelt just like him.

-       Bringing the cuffs of his sleeves up to her nose, she took in a deep breath and giggled at how stupid she must have looked to her genius boyfriend… but still… there he was, taking care of her.

-       Without waiting, Saeyoung draped his arm around her shoulders and tucked her into his side, bending down slightly so he could whisper into her ear. His voice light and calm, meant to soothe and heal her tattered nerves.

“Hey… You need to breathe okay Babe? You were so damn prepared for this exam- you went in there and you were ready to kick ass-”

“But they focused on things I didn’t! I don’t know-”

“It doesn’t matter, MC-”

“How can you say that, it’s worth half my grade! -”

“It doesn’t matter, MC. If you failed-and that’s a big IF… there’s nothing you can do about it now. We will just have to take it on the chin and study harder- I will help you, Saeran will help you- with us on your side there is no way you can fail! But… if you pass and I have a feeling you will because my girlfriend is the smartest woman I know- then we will celebrate and we will do whatever it is you want!”

-       MC looked up at him with her big puppy dog eyes and sniffed.
“Do… can… can we have ice cream?” she asked, her hands still partially covering her face, her eyes peering over her hoodie-covered fingers.

-       Saeyoung laughed and patted her head, the hood creating a friction that made her scalp buzz.

-       “You got it lady.”

-       And with that he crouched down in front of her and hoisted her up onto his back, not letting her feet touch the ground until he lowered her onto the car seat.

-       He treated her like a princess, drew her a bath, massaged her feet, watched sappy romantic comedies and bitched about the leading man all the while drooling over him with her… he was the most supportive partner she could ever hope for. She didn’t even think about her botched exam, not once.

-       Until the day her results were sent out.

-       She didn’t want to open that damned email. If she didn’t open it… it meant that she didn’t fail and everything was fine and that she didn’t have to tell her parents they would need to fork out any extra cash for her to retake this stupid damn course again and…

-       Saeyoung’s arms were warm and strong and once again a feeling of peace washed over her; completely safe and sheltered from any oncoming pain or fear- that her loving man would happily fight them off in her stead while she couldn’t… even if in this case it was just a bad mark…

-       “And hey- all else fails I can hack into the system and change your grade,” he shrugged as she swatted at him lightly. “Seriously… let’s do this together, let’s see if this is an ice cream moment or a super massive ice cream sundae moment.”

-       MC nodded and extracted herself from his arms, resigning herself to her fate. So what if she had to attend summer school? Or possibly add another semester on top of her college experience? It didn’t matter! … she was going to need for Saeyoung to buy a whole ice cream shop for her to eat the way her heart was racing.

-       She clicked on the email and held onto her lover’s hand, his thumb stroking the back of hers soft and encouraging. She could do this! He was right there with her! All she had to do was read…

-       …

-       … she passed.

-       She passed!

-       All her exams! Each and every one! Passed! She didn’t fail?! She didn’t have to talk to her parents and beg for their forgiveness!

-       MC pounced onto her unsuspecting boyfriend, giggling and crying- a beautiful cacophony of emotions bubbled out of her. Stress was gone. Relief poured in. She could truly breathe.

-       “Thank you,” she mumbled into his shoulder as she clutched onto him, unwilling to let go of the one thing that helped her get through it all.

“For what?” he asked chuckling, completely baffled as to what she was thanking him for… he hadn’t done anything.

“For being you… that’s all. You’re amazing,” she sniffed, her joy too potent to stay within her or remain limited to laughter.

“Ahhh, MC! You’re taking my lines! That’s what I’m supposed to say to you!” he jokingly chided, tightening his hold around her. “So! Ice cream moment?” he asked before placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head which she shook, her face sweeping against his chest side to side doing so.

“Super Massive Ice Cream Sundae Moment,” she pouted, burying her face in the nook of his neck.

“But… But you passed?” he questioned, unsure why she would need to have comfort food instead of victory food.

-       MC pulled back slightly so she could look into his eyes earnestly.

“Saeyoung- you don’t just offer a girl a super massive ice cream sundae and not give it to her-”


“The woman’s right- super massive ice cream sundae’s are always the right choice. No matter what you’re choosing between… unless it’s sex… and even then it’s sex and/or then super massive ice cream sundae,” Saeran agreed as he came out of his room, yawning and stretching, butting into the conversation without invitation (a habit he had annoyingly picked up from his older brother)

“Dude… you were asleep… how did you even-”

“You mentioned ice cream more than three times. I was summoned.”

-       MC laughed as she bounded up to give her other favourite twin a warm embrace.

“See two against one Saeyoung! Let’s do this! Let’s celebrate me passing all the exams!”

“To MC!” Saeyoung cheered, his arm in the air as he hollered and hooted.

“To ice cream!” Saeran added, much more monotonously.

“Close enough,” MC giggled as she picked up the car keys. “Come on guys- it’s Saeyoung’s treat!”


Wrong Place Wrong Time (20)

Part 20 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

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

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

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,708

Your heart was pounding out of happiness and fright. They came to save you which meant they cared enough. But now Minseok was being held at gun point, by Kris, who you thought had died. What on earth was going on?

“If you two even think of reaching for your holsters I promise you, I will shoot him so don’t you even dare.” Kris said smirking at Minseok. He was dangerously handsome and it was almost intimidating, it made your stomach rumble and before you knew it, you were involuntarily throwing your head forward and vomiting on Jongin’s shoe.

“Ah Y/N those were expensive.” He looked down at his feet in disgust, shaking what little he could off.
Your head was disoriented you couldn’t think straight and were on the verge of having a mental break down. Your stomach was spinning, the other hostage was still screaming and you were focusing on Kris’ gun resting on Minseok’s skull.

“Ugh for fuck’s sake shut up.” Without looking Kris reached his arm backwards shooting the screaming man directly in the centre of his forehead where the water had been dripping and brought his gun back to Minseok. How ironic, now there really was a hole in his head.

“Fuck it Kris, he was the only lead we had.” Jongin hissed angrily at the tall man, who was still wearing a disturbing smile on his face at a time like this.

“He was too loud I couldn’t concentrate, besides he wasn’t going to tell us anything anyway.” Keeping his gun aimed at Minseok, he walked round to Junmyeon and Sehun removing their guns from their holsters and slid them across the floor to Jongin. Frisking their pockets and searching for anything else.

“What the fuck is going on here, and why the fuck are you alive, you’re supposed to be dead!” Junmyeon stared at Kris, anger in his eyes, consuming him whole he was shaking violently now.

“Sit. Now.” Kris said, pushing his gun down into Minseok’s neck and looking at the other two men. If you thought Junmyeon had power then you were wrong, because the authority that Kris had right now was incredulous. They didn’t need to be told twice an immediately sunk down to the ground, Minseok not taking his eyes off of you. You had never seen him act so obedient in his life.
“There’ll be no violence and no questions until we’re done explaining all of this too you, but if one of you talk, interrupt or just piss me off in general I will shoot you, I’ve always had a bad temper right. At the end of the day, our squadron can do this without you.” He winked at Sehun, then almost immediately his smile disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. You had no idea what he meant by the last part. Squadron? How many traitors were there? Your heart began to thump against your chest. Did that mean more of Genesis were working for Red; Sehun? Kyungsoo…Chanyeol? No that couldn’t be possible …could it?

Jongin pulled out a small pen knife from his pocket and walked behind you. You held your breath, scared beyond belief, trying to prepare yourself for the sharp pain of a knife being stabbed into your back, but to your surprise all you felt was the rope around your wrist being loosened. He then walked back in front of you using the knife to cut through the rope around your torso and then bent down to cut the rope around your ankles. You let out a breath, why wasn’t Jongin hurting you? Not that you weren’t thankful for it, but wasn’t he supposed to be torturing you by this point. That’s always how it went in the films wasn’t it? You should’ve been beaten until you were black and blue, possibly with some teeth or fingers missing. But no. You were intact, unscathed. You hadn’t been touched at all. You heard a door being opened and closed, looking up you saw May walking in, her hands covered in black soot. She smelt like petrol and burning bodies. She smiled softly at Jongin and stood beside where you were sat, looking intently at scene unfolding in front of her.

“Let me explain to you what’s happening here.” Kris began, slowly lifting his gun from Minseok’s head and placing his hand down to his side. “If you thought we were the bad guys, you were wrong. If you thought we worked for Red…well theoretically you’re not wrong.” A warped smirk returning to his face.

“What do you mean you’re not the bad guys? You faked your death. Jongin shot Yixing and Chanyeol, abducted Y/N and fucking killed Luhan.” Junmyeon screamed his face was red and he was rocking back and forth on his haunches.

“I said don’t fucking interrupt me Junmyeon.” Kris raised his gun in Junmyeon’s direction pulling the trigger. You shrieked, but let out a breath when you realised he aimed for the wall behind. “The next one will be in the back of your skull if you try me again. Anyway as I was saying. We have our reasons for that. We work for Genesis to an extent. Well…” He touched his chin in thought, carefully selecting his next set of words. “We’re doing Genesis a favour; we’re trying to help you out. You see, for many reasons, that we’re not going to get into at this precise moment in time, we’re not keen on Red either. But surely you must know there is no way you can take Red down without infiltrating the base right?” He raised a brow. “That’s where we come in. You see, people like me and Jongin have easy access to The Red Corp due to the reasons we won’t be discussing now. The point is we gain information from the top and transport it to Genesis, all these hints and clues you were getting about the next big raids, the planned attacks, that was all from us. So you see we’re not the bad guys, we’re on your side. Do we all understand everything that Uncle Kris is saying?” He said in a patronising tone, smiling at the boys sat beneath him. Minseok shook his head furiously. Causing Kris to roll his eyes. “For fuck sake, it’s always you Minseok, what is it that you don’t understand?”

Minseok scoffed, looking up at Kris through dark eyes. “Oh I understand. I understand perfectly well. I just don’t believe you. I don’t buy any of this shit.” He shot Jongin a fierce look. “He took Y/N, shot the guys and killed Luhan and you really expect me to believe you’re on our side, you must be joking me.” He spat at Kris’s shoe, Kris rolling his eyes in response again.

“Ugh very classy Minseok. Very classy.” He lifted his foot kicking Minseok in the jaw. “This was all necessary, everything we’ve done up until this point. You see at first myself and Jongin didn’t know we were working for the same cause, but then we found out and began piecing things together bit by bit, giving you guys more clues, but we had to keep covert in order for this to work. Yixing was hot on Jongin’s tail since the death of Luhan so we had to plant it on somebody else. Sorry Minseok.” He gave him a childish smile.
“You see we had to bring Y/N here, otherwise you would never have listened to Jongin, you’d have killed him straight away, am I right? A very cute girl might I add, I hope she’s not taken.” He turned around to wink at you and licked his lips. Minseok staring at him with eyes full of hate.

“I don’t think so Kris.” Jongin stood in front of you defensively, stroking your cheek making your skin crawl somewhat. You looked up towards May who was staring at you as though you had just attempted to shoot a bullet through her chest.

“Oh. The both of you are screwing? Fuck I didn’t know.” Kris laughed, pulling a ‘well that could’ve been awkward’ face.

“So this is the bitch you’re always going on about Jongin. Wow you could do so much better.” May mumbled, shaking her head, but you had heard and Jongin did too, making him frown at her and elbowing her in the stomach.

“Anyway back to the topic at hand, we’ve reached a point where we need everyone’s help, so we’ve had to fill you guys in, but so help me God step out of line and I will not hesitate to kill anyone, do you understand.” Kris glowered, waving his gun around in the air.

“So you expect us to just roll over like dogs and do as you say?” Sehun scoffed.

“Well you’re already sitting like dogs and doing as I say, so why not go that extra mile, hmm?”

“No. No this has to be a joke. I don’t trust you guys I don’t believe this, I don’t know what you want from us, if you want us to turn our backs on Genesis and the others and join whatever cult you’ve got going on here, but it’s not happening.” Sehun shook his head.

“Sehun. Darling. If you keep interrupting me like this, your blood will be the new colour of paint on my wall.” Kris laughed bitterly, pointing at the wall behind Sehun.

“I’ve done bad shit in my life, but I will never join you. You worked together to kill Luhan there is no way on this blasted earth that I will join you!” Sehun shouted, tears streaming from his eyes and his face red.

“Well then I guess there’s no need for you to be a part of our private meeting. Bye Sehun, I’ll see you in hell, okay? Make sure you save me a comfy seat, one without cushions just won’t do.” He raised his gun upwards towards Sehun, who was still crying furiously.

 Your eyes went wide and you acted instinctively.

You dropped yourself onto the floor picking up one of the guns that Kris had slid towards Jongin’s feet and pointed it at him, your hands were shaking violently, you didn’t know what you were doing, but you had to do something.

“Drop it or I’ll shoot.” Your voice was shaky and in no way did you sound as confident as you wanted to come across but at this point in time you honestly didn’t care.

“Y/N, put the gun down.” Jongin hissed beside you, but you weren’t listening. You were still holding it up towards Kris, your hands still trembling.

“He said put it down you stupid bitch.” You heard May say, the next second you felt and intense burning pain ripping through your left leg. You looked down to see May stabbing you in the thigh. You shrieked out in pain, dropping to the floor, the pain was so extreme you couldn’t breathe; you had never experienced anything like it. “I’m sick and tired of your moaning and whinging. Cleaning up your piss and shit. I’m sick tired of Jongin always talking about you, as though I don’t exist, if he were clever he’d only have eyes for me.”

“May! What the fuck are you doing!” Jongin shouted, but he was too stunned to move, he stared at you mouth wide open.

In the midst of the distraction, Minseok had managed to run over to your side of the room.
“Christ. Y/N, its okay you’ll be fine we’ll get you out of here.” He ripped off his shirt, leaving his chest bare and tied it around your thigh to stop the bleeding.
Picking up the second gun from the floor Minseok lifted it in Kris’ direction and shot his foot, sending him dropping to the floor, screaming in pain and grabbing his foot. You were half a second away from having a panic attack.

“I’m tired of pretending to work alongside you guys, I swear Red better pay me triple my share for this shit. I’ll deal with killing you later.” May hissed looking at you whilst grabbing a bottle of chloroform from the side; she ripped the bottom of her shirt off and tipped some chloroform into the material. “But first I guess I have to deal with this feisty prick.” She pressed the material over Minseok’s mouth, at first he was trying to resist putting up a fight, but then you saw his eyes roll back into his head and his lids close. You were in too much pain to even cry out to him at this point, the sensation had spread and your whole body was on fire.

“What the fuck is going on!?” Junmyeon screamed, running up towards Minseok.

May grabbed the gun that was next to Minseok’s hand and pointed it down at him.
“Take a step closer to us pretty boy and I’ll blow your friends brains out.” Junmyeon’s body was shaking, but he began to retreat back to where Sehun and Kris were.

“Jongin, what the fuck is happening, I promise, I’ll kill you.” Junmyeon breathed staring at you and Minseok in horror.

“I don’t fucking know! This was never part of the plan I swear to you. May! What the fuck are you doing?!” Jongin screeched, pushing her against the wall, She used the hilt of her gun to whack Jongin across the head, causing him to bleed.

“I’ve given you so many opportunities to like me Jongin. We really could’ve been bigger and better you know. Red is the future, the profit he makes is huge, not Genesis. But you were too blind to fucking see that. I guess it was never meant to be.” She picked up the second gun next to you on the floor and stuffed it into her back pocket.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish getting rid of the bodies outside. Follow me and I’ll shoot him.” She said, hooking her hands under Minseok’s armpits and dragged him to the door. What was she doing what was going to happen. You were sobbing now out of pain and panic.

“Jongin, why are you doing this to us?” You cried, applying pressure to your thigh.

“This wasn’t part of the plan Y/N I told you! She’s corrupt and I didn’t know. I didn’t know she was actually on Red’s side, I thought she was one of us. This is besides the point we need to get out of here. Now” He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, racing towards the door that the boys had come through not long before. “Junmyeon, Sehun. Help me get Kris into your car.”

You were breathing heavily, trying to ease the pain anyway you could, but it just wasn’t working. Jongin opened the door of the car and lowered you into the back seat.
“I’m so sorry Y/N you were never supposed to get hurt, nobody was ever supposed to get hurt. This is all my fault, I should’ve known. It’ll be okay, we’ll get you back I promise.” He shut the door and ran over to the other side opening it for Kris, who was lowered into the car beside you.

But your focus was on what you could see in the distance.


There were two black vans in front of her. She picked up a green can of petrol and began splashing one of the vans with it. Lighting up a matchstick she held it in her hand.

“Say goodbye to your friend!” She shouted. Your heart began to bang in your chest.

Minseok was in there, She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Minseok can’t die. Not now.

“FUCKING STOP. DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! PUT IT OUT NOW! NOW!” Junmyeon screamed at the top of his lungs.

Time paused for a moment, your heart was beating irregularly. Surely she wouldn’t.

But you were wrong.

Her arms flew forward throwing the match at the van. It was instantly consumed in flames. The flames were high, bright and loud. At that moment you were oblivious to the pain in your leg. You were only aware of the pain in your chest.

You banged your fist against the car window and screamed the loudest you ever had in your life.


I fucked up the tiiiiimeliiiine~~ Lmao the timeline can just go fuck off I guess. Don’t worry. This isn’t the last we’ve seen of Thor.

Thor was monstrous in size, with a thick, golden mane like threads of actual gold. His paws were large enough to crush a grown man without even involving his claws, and whatever humans didn’t get crushed under them were body-checked into the walls, which were still live with lightning. The electricity made his mane stand on end, and it should have looked comical, but he just looked even more terrifying.

He’d scooped Tony and Yinsen up in his teeth like kittens and carried them out of the cave. The change from cold and damp to hot and arid made Tony’s teeth ache. He could hear Yinsen, babbling something—they were probably prayers. But who wouldn’t pray when they were literally hanging out of a monster’s mouth?

Yinsen wouldn’t remember. He’d think it was a storm, a short, an explosion—anything but what had really happened. Thor had made sure of it. Tony had begged—Yinsen had kept him alive, kept him sane, it wasn’t fair that he wouldn’t remember. But Thor had calmly explained that most humans could not handle the truth, that monsters were real—and not everyone was as clever as Tony was.

Tony clung to Thor’s back and shivered as the monster trotted further out into the sand. Yinsen had been left near a town where he could get help, but Thor had insisted on taking Tony with him. He’d been too tired, sore, and thirsty to argue.

“Here,” Thor said, like he’d decided something. He knelt. “Dismount, child.”

“’m not a child,” Tony mumbled petulantly, but obediently slid down onto the ground, the monster’s silky fur slipping through his hands like water.

Thor looked at him, somewhat fond. “Even your oldest human is yet a child in comparison to me, Anthony.”

Tony blinked up at him blearily, rubbing his eyes to try and block out the haze. “Are you leaving me? Why couldn’t you leave me with Yinsen?”

“I could not be certain you would not insist on telling him the truth again. Most humans cannot handle that, Anthony.” Thor smiled, and his teeth were long and sharp beneath his lips. “You must be special, Anthony, for Loki to reach out to me for help.”

Tony blinked up at him again. “Loki?”

“Yes, Loki, my dear brother,” Thor chortled.

“What,” Tony said, either too dehydrated or, more likely, too baffled to understand the link between a white deer and this golden, leonine creature. “How did—”

“I leave you here, Anthony,” Thor boomed, and then there was a crash of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the monster was gone. There weren’t even any paw prints.

“…You left me in the desert,” Tony told the air.

But he wasn’t going to get anywhere just standing there like an idiot. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up at a dune. He might be able to see something from there. He started trudging toward it.

Tony didn’t notice that Rhodey had been approaching, and he yelled and flailed when an arm wrapped around his waist, elbowing his friend in the cheek.

Rhodey didn’t even mind, which meant it was like being elbowed by a baby bird. “Next time,” he said sternly. “You ride with me.”

“Okay,” Tony said, unashamed of how tearful he sounded.

Rhodey  tightened his grip around his waist. “I got you, man. We’re gonna get you home.”

Pepper and Obadiah brought Tony home. The monsters would have wondered why they had instead of whoever Loki had sent for, but they were just too happy to have him back. It was irritating that they had to hide in the shadows and wait to greet him. Obadiah always set their teeth on edge, though, and Pepper… Pepper always sighed when she saw them.

“What is that?” Steve whispered, jerking his elbow into Bucky’s side. “Bucky, what is that?”

“What’s what?” Bucky asked, then grunted when Steve elbowed him again. “Ow!”

Steve pointed. “Look!”

Bucky grumbled to himself, rubbing his side and cursing Steve’s pointy elbows. He frowned when he finally saw the glowing blue light under Tony’s shirt. Sometimes Steve saw things on different frequencies if he wasn’t focusing. He wondered what the light was, but was too distracted by worrying. Tony had been gone a month, and looked it, the way his clothes hung too loosely on him and his eyes were sunken in his face, with deep bruises under each eye.

He hoped at least Obadiah left soon. He wondered what he should feed Tony.

Obadiah left, and Pepper chased Tony to the bathroom when he took off at a sprint.

Steve slithered after them, peering into the bathroom. “Everything alright?”

“The doctors told him a cheeseburger would be too much,” Pepper sighed, gently rubbing Tony’s back as he heaved his stomach contents into the toilet. “Hi, Steve.”

Natasha dropped from the ceiling and onto Steve, ignoring his offended noise as she slammed his upper body into the ground. “Is he okay?”

Pepper grimaced. “Ehm… Kinda?”

“Kinda,” Clint repeated, filling the doorway. “What’s kinda mean?”

“…He’s alive,” Pepper decided.

Tony sat up straight, gasping for breath, making concerning little wheezing noises. Then he bent forward to puke again, sobbing quietly.

Steve sat up so fast that he sent Natasha flying into the bathtub. He ignored her cursing and threats to slither up beside the boy, placing his hands on his ribs gently. “Tony, it’s okay. You’re home. We’ve got you.”

“Hurts,” Tony whispered.

Steve pretended that didn’t make him want to panic. “Where does it hurt, honey?”


Steve slumped a little, stroking the brunet’s sides helplessly. “I can’t help with that.”

Pepper reached out to touch his shoulder and proved how far she’d come in accepting them by not flinching when her skin met his scales. “I don’t think anyone can help with that, Steve.”

“Is he done puking? Give him to me,” Clint ordered, holding his wings out. Natasha wet a washcloth in the tub to wipe Tony’s face with before Steve handed him over. Clint bundled the human into his wings, hiding all but the toes of his shoes and a little bit of his hair. He turned and hopped gently out of the bathroom, being careful not to jostle him. “This is mine now.”

“What the fuck, Clint?!” Steve called after him, and he would have followed, but Pepper’s hand was still on his shoulder, which was very unusual. He turned toward her, frowning. “…Ms. Potts?”

Natasha paused from clambering out of the bathtub. “What’s wrong?”

“Tony was… injured,” Pepper explained slowly, trying to find the right words. “He almost died. Should have, really.”

“…But he’s alright now,” Natasha said, more statement than question, but open-ended enough to be corrected.

“He’s… alive,” she repeated. “When he was attacked in Afghanistan, he was hit with shrapnel from a bomb. In the chest.”

Natasha unconsciously covered her own chest. “That’s where all your important bits are.”

Pepper stared at her for a moment. “…Yes. Especially the heart.”

“Something’s wrong with Tony’s heart?” Steve asked quickly, alarmed.

“Yes,” she said softly. “It—you need to understand. He should have died. It’s a miracle that he’s here. But that miracle cost him.”

Steve squirmed. “Is that why he was throwing up?”

“He was throwing up because he’d been eating a handful of rice for a meal for a month and decided he was okay eating a goddamn cheeseburger,” Pepper snapped, then sighed and closed her eyes. “…I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“It’s okay. We know Tony has poor decision-making skills,” Natasha offered.

Pepper sighed again. “Thanks. No, Steve. He has an electromagnet in his chest keeping shrapnel from tearing up his heart.”

“But he’s gonna be okay,” Steve tried, falling silent when Pepper just stared at him somberly and shook her head. “…But… why?”

Pepper took a deep breath. “Steve, the shrapnel is in his chest, it should have killed him on his third day in Afghanistan. We don’t… we don’t have a way to remove the shrapnel. Not without killing him anyway.”

“…What the fuck!” Steve snarled, jerking away from her. “What good is all your medicine if it doesn’t work?!”

“Steve,” Pepper began, but he slithered out of the bathroom, so fast that his scales scraped the tiles. “…Does he think that I don’t wish there was a way to help Tony?”

Natasha reached out to put one of her hands on the human’s shoulder, then thought better of it. Her prickly hairs irritated Pepper’s skin. “I understand, Ms. Potts. Steve… Steve and Bucky are always going to be more invested. They can remember when Tony was just a baby. I think sometimes they believe he’s still that helpless.”

Pepper tilted her head thoughtfully. “…I do not believe for a minute that Tony was ever helpless, even as a baby.”

“Bucky says that Tony nearly tore his ear off when he didn’t want to go to sleep for the night.”

Pepper huffed out a tired laugh. “That sounds about right.”

“Broth,” Bucky said, trotting into the den, and then paused when he saw Clint rocking back and forth on the back of the couch. “…He needs something in his stomach, Clint.”

“You can’t have him,” Clint snarled.

Bucky was about to snarl back, but then he noticed that Clint’s words had lacked his usual snarky bite. He approached the other monster carefully. “Clint. Steve said he vomited. He needs something in his stomach.”

Clint was still and silent for a moment before he drew his wings down just enough to expose Tony’s head, tucked safely beneath his chin. “You can’t have him.”

“Clint what the—” Bucky began angrily, then paused. “…This is about the blue light, isn’t it.”

You can’t have him.


“They can’t take him back!”

Bucky closed his mouth, biting back the retort he’d had ready. “…Clint, do you think that’s a tracking device on his chest?”

Clint started rocking back and forth again.

“It’s not,” Bucky told him gently. “Steve told me it’s not. And he got the information from Ms. Potts. You know Ms. Potts doesn’t have the patience to lie.”

Clint shifted his grip on the human, loosening a little. “…Then what is it?”

“It’s a… magnet?” Bucky frowned. “It… keeps shrapnel from a bomb from killing him.”

Clint unwrapped one wing enough to carefully run his taloned fingers through Tony’s hair. “So they can’t find him?”

“No, Clint,” Bucky answered softly. “And even if they could, we’re here, aren’t we? We won’t let them take Tony again.”

“Petting me,” Tony murmured after a moment, nuzzling under Clint’s chin again, and seemed to sink deeper into his feathers. “Nice.”

Bucky stepped closer, putting a hand on Clint’s shoulder to stop his rocking. “Tony, honey? I made some broth for you. You wanna drink some?”

Tony was silent for a moment, then extracted his hand from Clint’s feathers just far enough to close his fingers around the mug. He paused with the mug pressed to his chin until Clint raised his wings again and hid him from view.

Bucky wanted to smile when the empty mug was thrust out of the sea of purple feathers, but then he remembered the light in Tony’s chest, the way Clint had been protecting him and fearing that someone would track Tony down. Clint sometimes got like this, on edge, and they could never tell what exactly triggered it, but clutching Tony in the safety of his wings always seemed to calm him down eventually.

He glanced up as Hulk lumbered into the room, tensing up a little when the giant monster reached out both hands toward Clint. He relaxed again when Hulk simply scooped Clint and Tony up in his hands like they were a delicate flower.

“Hulk worried,” Hulk said, stroking down Clint’s back with one broad thumb. “Glad you’re home.”

Tony’s head poked up out of Clint’s wings again. “I’m glad I’m home too, Hulk.”

Hulk’s lips quirked upward into a small smile. “Troublemaker.”

“That’s me,” Tony said tiredly. “…’m sorry.”

“Sleep,” Hulk ordered, so gently that it was jarring in and of itself.

Tony made a small noise of agreement and ducked back under Clint’s wings.

Clint shuffled his grip, hopping up one of Hulk’s arms to perch on his shoulder. “This is mine now. I live here.”

Hulk rolled his eyes.

“Surprised Loki isn’t in here gloating about how he helped save Tony,” Bucky said after a minute, looking around.

Clint frowned, rubbing his cheek over the top of Tony’s head. “He saw the light and freaked the fuck out. Well, as much as a guy like him does. He beat it real quick. …’s kinda why I thought… I mean…”

Bucky tilted his head. “That it might be something to track him with?”

“…Yeah.” Clint adjusted his grip on the boy. “Like I knew he was fast because deer are, but… man, he barely cleared the door, he leapt so far.”

“Weird,” Bucky mumbled. But Loki was usually weird anyway.

Hulk grunted and sat down, much more carefully than he usually did so as not to jostle Clint and Tony. “Puny monster.”

“…You are literally the only person who thinks that but okay,” Bucky told him.

Natasha raised her eyebrows when she found Loki huddled in the library. “Surprised you’re not out gloating about helping to save Tony.”

“That—” Loki began, then stopped. “…That was not natural.”

She tilted her head, frowning. “…What?”

“Having—having a cylinder of flesh missing.” Loki put a hand over his chest. “Human hearts are… are delicate. I cannot believe—they should have just let him die.

Natasha disagreed, but she understood. Humans were quite ill-suited to injury. They were squishy, didn’t have leathery skin or scales to protect them. Many times Natasha had come upon dying soldiers and put them out of their misery before the cold or wildlife got to them. She even felt sorry for them sometimes, but often help was too far away to get to them in time.

“Tony has shown a worrying propensity to live if only to spite people,” Natasha said after a moment. “And I doubt that will ever change.”

“Horrifying,” Loki said. “Disgusting. I may vomit.”

Natasha fought not to smile. “You like him!”

“I am definitely going to vomit.”

Natasha stopped fighting, grinning under the other monster’s glare. “You like him.”

“I am going to vomit on you.”

Natasha let out a short laugh. “You think Tony hasn’t already done that? Whatever you vomit on me will never be as bad as beer and chili-cheese dogs.”

Loki actually looked a little green at hearing that.

Enchanted // Moon Bin


the prompt: may I please request the mermaid/enchanted voice au with Moonbin of Astro??
(from this au) “I’m a mermaid/merman, and you’ve fallen in love with my voice. How do I break it to you that you don’t actually love me, you’re just enchanted?”

words: 3922

category: fluff + angst

author note: have you guys heard the new astro songs yet? the aroha song is so sweet! for this scenario i decided to make moonbin the mermaid rather than the reader, which i feel like was the best decision bc now i’m in love with this mermaid au. also, i might do a spin-off of this for eunwoo?? or a sequel for bin?? probably both?? anyway, pls enjoy merman bin~

- destinee

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Phantom of the Opera - Bruce Wayne x Reader

A/N: I didn’t do nearly as much with Two Face as I intended but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. 

Prompt: Hey! I’ve been waiting so long to request this. A phantom of the opera modern au with Bruce as Raoul, batmom as Christine, and two face as the phantom. Please and thank you. I really love your writing. ❤️

Despite being raised in a wealthy cultured household, he had never been all that fond of the opera. He just simply had other things on his mind. Tonight his mind was focused on the rumors that a ghost haunted this opera house. A murder had taken place and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. The police had written it off of a freak accident but Bruce suspected there was something sinister at play here.

He was escorted to his private box by a friendly, smiling usher. He sat down in one of the plush seats and waited for the show to start before he would slip out and begin his investigation while everyone was distracted. The curtains pulled away and that was Bruce’s cue to begin his work but before he could leave the box your beautiful familiar voice filled the theatre. He stopped in his spot turned to see that it was in fact you standing on the stage, the perfect picture of elegance.   

“Can it be?” He whispered to himself.  “Can it be [Y/N]?” You had been but a memory for him, all but forgotten in his past. You were his first friend, his first crush, his first girlfriend, his first everything. He smiled to himself thinking of the beautiful woman that you had grown into. Maybe once all this is over he could drop in backstage to say hello to an old friend.

Bruce forced himself to turn away from your enthralling performance and he traveled around the shadows performing his investigation. He found a few clues but little pointing to an actual culprit. He would need to come back when the theatre was empty to some of the areas that were just simply impossible to get to while a performance was going on.

Normally this would be the point where Bruce would go home and work on the case in the cave but he felt compelled to stay this time and listen to you sing. It had been so long since he heard your voice, he had forgotten how amazing you were. When the performance was done he snuck backstage and let himself into your dressing room.

“You were beautiful out there tonight.” He said. You back was turned to him. When you heard his voice you gasped and turned around in surprise.

“Bruce?” You asked, not quite sure if the handsome man in front of you was indeed your childhood friend.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He asked with a laugh. You got up from your seat and rushed over to him to envelope him in a tight hug.

“I’ll say! Look at you! You got all handsome and dapper on me!” You said jokingly.

“Are you implying I wasn’t always handsome?” Bruce asked in mock offense.

“Well we were kids. I couldn’t always appreciate it then.” You rolled your eyes. “So what brings you here Bruce? You never really liked the opera when we were kids.”

“Tastes can change can’t they?” Bruce reasoned, avoiding giving you a real answer. He should have known you would see right through him. You were always uncannily perceptive, even as kids. “Fine. I heard rumor of a murderous phantom haunting this place and I was curious.” He answered a little more honestly when you gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him. Your face went pale at his second answer.

“The phantom?” You asked fearfully.

“Don’t tell me you believe in the Phantom of the Opera.” Bruce laughed. You were always so logical, he couldn’t believe that you so suddenly developed a belief in the paranormal.

“No of course not.” You whispered lifelessly, your gaze not meeting his. “Um, excuse me Bruce. I have to go check on something. It was great catching up with you, truly.” You said hurriedly. Before Bruce could protest you rushed out of the dressing room and ran down the hall. Sensing something was terribly wrong, Bruce ran after you calling after you.

“[Y/N]! Wait! Tell me what’s wrong. I can help, whatever it is.”

“The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind, Bruce.” You cried. Your eyes shone with tears which Bruce wiped from your cheeks.

“What do you mean, [Y/N]?” Bruce asked searching your eyes for the answers he was looking for. You wrenched your eyes shut and shook your head.

“He’s real Bruce. The Phantom’s real and he’s always here in my head, whispering to me.” You sobbed. Bruce wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest, gently rocking you back and forth.

“These voices-?” Bruce started to ask before your eyes shot open and you gave him a hard look.

“You think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! I’ve seen him Bruce and I’ll never be able to forget that grotesque deformed face. He’s killed people Bruce. You need to leave. If he finds out that you’re here with me, he’ll -” You cried, panicking. Bruce cut you off with a firm kiss. Your lips moved desperately along with his. It had been so long since you broke up that you had both forgotten what this felt like. “He’ll kill you.” You murmured against Bruce’s lips when you separated briefly. Bruce only grunted in response before reconnecting you lips.

You’re mine. Your chains are still mine. I will get rid of this suitor and I’ll teach you once and for all who you belong to.’ The Phantom’s voice hissed in your ear. Your eyes shot open, wide eyed in fear. You pushed Bruce away and fell to the floor hugging your knees to your chest.

“What is it, [Y/N]? Please talk to me. I’m here, nothing can harm you.” Bruce encouraged, taking you hands in his.

“He’ll always be there singing songs in my head.” You whimpered.

“You said yourself he’s nothing but a man.” Bruce asked. You didn’t responded and just stared blankly in front of you. The Phantom’s voice filled your head and his threats chilled you to the core. Bruce didn’t know what he could do to help you. He didn’t even know if he could help you.

Bruce stared at you searched for some sort of answer when he noticed the earrings you were wearing. He remembered you always wore them when you were younger. They were one of the few items that belonged to your mother who died when you were just a young girl. You rarely ever took them off.

“Are those your mother’s earrings?” Bruce asked bringing his finger up to your ear to get a better look at the small pearls.

“Yes. You remembered.” You smiled softly.

“[Y/N] I need you to trust me. Take the earrings off.” Bruce said. You looked up at him with the utmost trust in your eyes. You reached up and took off the earrings, feeling naked when they were both out.

To your surprise, the voices in your head ceased when you removed the earrings. You let out a sob of relief and threw the earrings to the side. You closed the distance between you and Bruce and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Take me away from this nightmare, Bruce. All I want is freedom, a world with no more night.” You sobbed against his chest. He gently ran his fingers through your soft hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re safe, he won’t find you ever again. Your fears are far behind you, [Y/N].” Bruce reassured you.

“Promise me.” You insisted.

“Anything.” Bruce responded immediately.

“Promise me you need me with you now and always. Promise you’ll stay beside me to hold me and hide me.” You continued. “That’s all I ask of you.”

“If you promise me something in return.” Bruce said gently intertwining his fingers with yours. “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too. [Y/N], that’s all I ask of you.” He said in return.

“Say you love me.” You prompted weakly, reaching your hand up to gently cradle his jaw. You wanted to hear the words that had been too long foreign to you.

“You know I do.” Bruce swore, leaning in and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. No more wasted time, no more obstacles. You loved each other and you weren’t about to let each other go ever again.

  • Me, after Boruto Movie: I think he's a brat I'm not going to watch the anime.
  • Me on April 5th: Oh what the hell 20 minutes won't kill me. I have Naruto withdrawals anyway. Besides Boruto is still a brat there is no way I'll follow it.
  • Me while watching the first five seconds of the anime: DID. THEY. JUST. KILL. OFF . NARUTO.
  • Me: The hell I'm watching this now.
  • *rocks back and forth contemplates all the time and childhood spent watching naruto grow up*
  • five seconds later: I need to know what happens!
  • Me after finishing it: You know what that wasn't that bad. I'm actually starting to like the brat. Still like Naruto better.
  • Conclusion I'm Hooked.
Creepypasta #1143: I Hated My Little Brother

Length: Long

I really did, I swear. Not a day went by when I didn’t want to punch his stupid face in, throw him into a truck’s path, send him off on a weather balloon to space. I really despised him.

A bit of backstory:

I lived with my father, my mother, and my little brother, George, or “Georgie” as a nickname. George was 11. He had sandy brown hair, and George was my parents’ little angel. He could do no wrong in their eyes. In everyone else’s, though, Georgie was a tiny demon sent from the depths of the Underworld. He harassed smaller children, stole lunch money, and did worse things I don’t even want to say. Almost once a week, our neighbors or George’s teacher would show up at our door, forced smiles frozen on our faces.

“I’ve come to have a chat about George,” they would say.

My parents would gasp at each “false” relevation. Someone killed the class hamster and wrote GT (George’s initials) in blood on the tabletop? No way. Our angel couldn’t do that! They would proclaim. Someone stole Samantha’s lunch, stuffed it in the girls’ toilet, and forced her to eat it during recess? How dare you accuse Georgie of that! It must have been some other child, though Samantha had to go to a mental hospital for a while because of the trauma. Our George burned someone’s homework? Lies. Our George kicked a kitten? False. Our George stole $78 worth of candy from a store? Of course not. He told us he bought that candy.

The list goes on.

My parents never got worn down. They never stopped to consider these claims, even when obvious evidence was presented. Ever. George was a sweet little honeycake. But as George’s sister, by God, it was 1,000x worse.

He would take my homework and hide it, burn it, or stuff it in the toilet. I came to school empty handed those days, and the teachers nodded and gave me 100s. They knew George.

I came home from school one day and all of my stuffed animals were hanging by their necks from nooses on the ceiling of my room. I screamed, ran downstairs for my parents, and when they came up they yelled at me because if I “wanted to make a statement”, then I could have just asked them to repaint my room black or dark blue or whatever.

The torture was endless.

So this brings me to about 2 weeks ago, when our house was being repainted in George’s room. One of my friends, Titi (her real name was Tatiana, but she hated it) had enough.

“You know,” she said to me, mischeviously, “we could get him back.”

“How?” I asked.

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Meeting The Gallaghers (Ch.6)

After being avoided by Y/N for a week, Carl decides to confront her about the initial conformation and she finally opens up about what happened for the first time ever that night.

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fineillsignup  asked:

KakaSaku, same age AU. Sakura is in ANBU with Kakashi and Tenzou and lil Tenzou has a crush on Sakura-sempai and gushes about her non-stop to Kakashi-sempai.

Sorry for the delay. Here’s some scarred Tenzou, sixteen-year-old Shikamaru and KakaSaku late night adventures.


“Starting today, you’re a part of my squad,“ Kakashi announced proudly, patting the younger brown-haired man’s shoulder.

Tenzou allowed a hesitant nervous smile to tug at the corner of his mouth. “I’m honoured, Kakashi-sempai.”

“Come on now, let’s introduce you to the two other members.” The silver-haired captain ushered his new teammate along the narrow plain corridors, taking multiple turns that Tenzou now knew by heart, having been here for the past two years of his life.

He would often be partnered with Kakashi-sempai but today, he was officially a part of his squad, and to say he was excited would be an understatement. He didn’t think there was a possibly cooler ninja out there—

“Here we are.” Kakashi-sempai shoved the heavy metal door open to reveal two figures hunched over a table, a man and a woman, who looked up expectantly at them.

The man is lean, tall and lithe. His dark hair is pulled tightly onto the top of his head in a spiky ponytail. Tenzou briefly wondered how he didn’t look utterly ridiculous with a hairstyle like that, but rather unexpectedly, it suited him in a weird way.

He didn’t have much time to ponder that as his eyes were drawn rather forcefully to the pink-haired woman next to him.

Ruffled cerise hair, bright emerald eyes and ivory smooth skin.

Tenzou’s jaw threatened to fall open and he whirled on his sempai and hissed, eyes starstruck, “Sempai! You didn’t tell me the legendary Sakura Haruno is on your squad! Oh my god, she’s so cool…”

Kakashi dissolved into mirthful chuckles and ruffled his kohai’s hair, “team, this is Tenzou, and from today onwards he’s a part of our squad, so treat him well.”

The dark-haired man raised a lazy hand and waved, “Nara Shikamaru, pleased to meet you.”

Sakura smiled warmly at him and he utterly failed to comprehend how someone so lethal could have such gentle features, “Haruno Sakura! It’s awesome to finally meet you, Kakashi told me a lot about you.”

Tenzou’s jaw did go slack this time and he looked at his sempai with wide eyes. He was torn between feeling proud and embarrassed.

Kakashi chuckled once again, rather bashfully and redirected the conversation, “anyway, it’s team bonding time with the new member, we’re going camping so pack up.”

“Troublesome,” Shikamaru grumbled and moved to the other door inside the room, disappearing into it.

“We’ll have fun, Shika,” Sakura said cheerfully, but her tone held the undertones of a threat.

“Hai, sempai!” Came the grumble.

Tenzou sent a questioning look to Kakashi, “‘sempai’?”

“Shikamaru is the youngest member of our group, he’s sixteen.” Kakashi explained, “Sakura trained him like I trained you.”

“Oh,” Tenzou said, taken aback. It was nice to know he wasn’t the youngest in the group. He’s heard there’s only two ANBU members younger than his young eighteen years, and it looks like Shikamaru is one of them.

He’s sure the other person’s name is Neji or something similar.

“Go,” his sempai said pushing him towards his room.

“Yes, sempai.”


“…and then he got so scared he sprouted a tree twig out of his left ear.”

“Sempai!” Tenzou cried out in indignation, “you weren’t supposed to tell anyone about that!”

Kakashi chuckled but not in a mean way, “Was I not? Sorry. It’s just Sakura and Shikamaru, they won’t judge you.”

But looking at the various shades of red his new teammates were turning trying to swallow their laughter, Kakashi amended his statement, “…too hard.”

Tenzou buried his face in his palms and let out an anguished sigh, “right.”

His sempai is being really unfair embarrassing him in front of Sakura like that, he knows she’s his role model and inspiration. Unfortunately, he was unable to say as much as a word to her without turning into a stuttering mess so he just stopped trying. It got worse when she gave him one of her kind smiles and he felt his cheeks growing hot for no reason. He’s sure his sempai is quietly enjoying his torture by the way he and Sakura kept sharing secretive smiles.

“Alright, sleep time for the kiddies.” The rosette clapped her hands and stood up.

“We’re not kids,” Shikamaru grumbled unhappily and she bent waist down to flick his forehead.

“Yes, you are.” She insisted with a sly grin. “Now, get going. Be a good boy and listen to your sempai.”

“You just want to screw Kakashi-sempai.” The Nara muttered under his breath as he got up and stretched.

“What was that?” At the evil gleam in Sakura’s eyes, Shikamaru nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to get to his tent, throwing a squeaky ‘nothing!’ over his shoulder.

Sakura smiled smugly at his retreating figure and turned to eye Tenzou expectantly, who stammered, “Uh… I-I’ll be going too Sakura-sempai! Good night!”

When he joined Shikamaru in their shared tent he gave the Nara boy a questioning look, “Is she always like that?”

“Oh, gods, no. She’s only being this nice not to scare you off.” Shikamaru patted his shoulder in what Tenzou suspected to be a comforting gesture, but it only inspired unease.

Shikamaru undid his hair tie and his hair fell down his shoulder in messy strands, proving to be even longer than Tenzou anticipated. They both got in their bedrolls and soon were dosing off. It was two in the morning after all.



“S-sorry, hold still.”

“Ah, shit.”

“S-slow down a bit.”

Tenzou’s eyes flew wide open and he froze, all sleep vanishing from his system. Shikamaru was evidently in la-la land because he didn’t as much as twitch.

He tried to recall how far away is his sempai’s tent was and if he was in any danger if they suddenly found out he’s awake.

A quiet feminine moan reached his ears and he felt his whole face heat up. Oh, god, no…

Tenzou stared up at the tent’s ceiling, absolutely mortified. Did his sempai not realise that the thin cloth provided no sound barrier whatsoever?

The sound of accelerated breathing reached his ears and he buried his face in his pillow, oh, no, oh please no…

“…do that again,”

“…Like that?”

“Oh, yeah…”

PLEASE, NO. Teznou’s eyes ridiculously started to water against his will, his respect for Kakashi-sempai was slowly but surely sinking into the ground with no hope of ever rising again and he had no place to go and no way to block out this horrifying experience. And oh my god, why here?

And I’m forever tainted now. I’m going to hell and it’s all Kakashi-sempai’s fault.

As Tenzou’s horror and mortification grew, he swore vengeance on Hatake Kakashi. His eyes started burning when what sounded suspiciously like skin slapping against skin echoed from a nearby place. Oh god, kill me, kill me, kill me, where’s Orochimaru when I need him…


Next morning saw morning saw Tenzou rocking back and forth, staring dazedly at his knees, that were hugged to his chest.

“Dude, are you okay?” At Shikamaru’s touch, Tenzou jumped and nearly sprouted a twig.

He shook his head vigorously, eyes wide and bloodshot, “no-no-no-no-no-no-no.

The Nara boy looked extremely concerned, “Shall I get Kakashi-se—”


Shikamaru fell back in alarm, “Whoa-whoa! Okay, no Kakashi-sempai! Calm down. What happened?”

“They… I… we’re in a forest… Why would they…” Tenzou was muttering to himself, shaking his head over and over.

“Ah,” Shikamaru made an enlightened sound. “I see you suffered through their two a.m. ah… bonding time.”

At Tenzou’s anguished cry, the Nara dissolved into a fit of laughter. “It’s exactly why I learned to sleep early. What I don’t know can’t hurt me.”

Tenzou’s tears were very real.

Her Instinct - Chapter 18


The Cover Photo for this Chapter is the 3rd Place Winner of the Her Instinct Cover Contest by @jokerfanfic (tumblr & wattpad). Congrats again!~


So it turns out that I wrote so much for this chapter, I have enough for two chapters! So this one is not as long, but Chapter 19 will be out in a couple of days! That means 2 chapters in ONE week! 0.o

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Chapter 18 - Masquerade 

This chapter was inspired by the song “Bad Decisions” by Ariana Grande. Feel free to listen as you read!

New Year’s Eve was finally here! Mr. Leto had escorted us to our rooms earlier, but quickly fled saying he had to help with preparations for the night and that he would see us at the ball. He left us exquisite masks as parting gifts. Each of them labeled. He said he wanted to know who we were. The thing about this ball is everyone was to wear black; gowns for ladies and tuxes for men. And rightfully so, this place seemed like a palace fit for a king and queen – and I loved it!

My mom received a studded gold mask with beading outlining the brim. Allegra had a purple sequined one with a flower on its right side. I had the exact same mask but ruby red.

And Nico had a black mask that almost covered his whole little face.

We were finally ready. I was excited!

As we entered, the hall was compete breathtaking and absolutely huge. Everything was gold, from the floors to the walls to the ceiling.

I looked about the room at faceless strangers swallowed by the sea of colors and feathers on their faces. What a sight!

I searched the room for Mr. Leto, but after 5 seconds, I found him. I knew that man anywhere, even if it’s what felt like a football field’s length away from the other side of the ballroom. My heart fluttered as I gazed upon him. He was the image of suave in his black tailored tux.

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Edmund x Reader : Memories - Part Two

Part One

Edmund x Reader – Memories pt. 2

Author’s Note: Hi hello I am back after two months (I think???) of being so inactive and with a new imagine for you guys! This is the collab fic I’m working on with my best friend, Rain, @logicaledmund  and this is absolutely long overdue. Super sorry about that. He he. Anyways, this is a bit short, maybe, and it sucks, definitely, but I really wanted to post something because I haven’t posted anything in so long and I’m going nuts asfwfehrbksgkf. Hahahaha. I guess that’s all, enjoy weird mistakes and typos. Enoy! -Gaby 😊

Setting: VODT

Word Count: 1,238

Contains: Sorcery, a bit of violence so it may be triggering, angst, fluff at the end, maybe??? Idk???


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Closing her eyes, Y/N leans against the railing of the ship, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. They had just left the island, and are continuing their voyage across the sea. She likes this; feeling calm and alone. Her moment is interrupted when she feels a presence beside her. Opening her eyes, she looks at the Just King standing beside her. She sighs.

For the past few days, Edmund had been insisting that Y/N was his wife when in fact, she isn’t. Or so she thinks. She doesn’t remember anything, after all.

“Yes, Edmund?”

“Er, um…may I join you?” he asks warily.

“You’re already standing beside me. It would be rude to ask you to leave.” Y/N responds dryly. Edmund’s cheeks turn a shade darker out of embarrassment and Y/N suddenly feels bad for responding the way she did.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” She apologizes.

Edmund clears his throat awkwardly. “It’s fine.”

An awkward silence falls between the two teenagers, and Y/N clears her throat.

“So,” she begins, and Edmund turns to look at her.

“What exactly happened back there? At the island, I mean.” Y/N asks, regretting it the second the words leave her lips. She and Edmund would surely get in an argument again about it. Y/N has always been the stubborn one; she refused to believe in things until she actually saw them herself.

Edmund turns to her fully, and Y/N does the same.

“Y/N, you have to believe me when I tell you that I’m your husband, and you’re my wife.” Edmund says, and Y/N just sighs.

“I’m not your wife, Edmund. I’m too young to be your wife. I barely even know you,” she replies, throwing her hands up in the air, exasperated.

“Well you barely even know Caspian and Lucy and Eustace either,” Edmund begins, “yet you treat them differently with how you treat me. Why is that?”

“Because unlike you, Edmund, they don’t insist that I’m their wife, when clearly, I’m not.” Y/N snaps.

“Y/N, listen —”

“No, Edmund. I’m sorry, but I’m not your wife.” Y/N says the last part in a tone that made it seem like the end of their conversation. Edmund sighs, and Y/N shakes her head, walking away.

Edmund looks sadly at Y/N’s retreating form and drops his head in his hands.

“Everything alright, Ed?” his sister, Lucy, asks him worriedly.

He looks up to see her concerned expression and frowns.

“She still doesn’t think you’re her husband, huh?” Lucy asks, putting an arm around her older brother’s slumped shoulders. He shakes his head no, and Lucy smiles gently at him.

“Don’t worry about it, she’ll come around.” She assures him.

“But when, Luce? Lord Bern said that if she doesn’t get her memories back soon, she’ll die. I … I can’t have that. I can’t lose the most amazing girl in my life. It would kill me.” Edmund says, tearing up a bit. Lucy looks at her older brother sadly; she didn’t know how to cheer him up. She pulls him in for a hug, and Ed returns it weakly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to fix this. I promise.”

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The ship rocked back and forth, and Y/N tossed and turned under the sheets.

“No! Don’t touch him!” Y/N screams, watching a young Edmund get beaten up by the White Witch’s creatures.


“Y/N don’t tell her!” Edmund shouts, and Y/N screams once Edmund receives another blow. At this point, Edmund can barely stand up. Tears well up in her eyes and Edmund is punched in the gut.

“Stop it! Please! Don’t hurt him!” Y/N screams.

“WHERE.” Another kick in the shin for Edmund, another scream from Y/N. “IS.” A punch to his jaw. “ASLAN’S.” A slap to the face. “ARMY.” A punch to his already bruised, and bloody lip. “HIDING.” Another kick to the stomach. Edmund falls to the floor, and Y/N screams as his frail body doesn’t move.

“EDMUND!” Y/N sobs.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, child.” Jadis whispers, so much hate and venom in her voice. “Where is Aslan’s army hiding?”

Y/N looks at Edmund’s frail body, tears trailing down her wet cheeks and her bottom lip trembling. Then she looks back at the White Witch’s cruel face glaring down at her. She looks down, her tears falling to her feet.

“I’m so sorry, Aslan.” Y/N whispers. She looks up at Jadis.

“They’re at the Stone Table.” Y/N answers defeatedly. Jadis smiles wickedly.

“You’re just as much of a traitor as he is.” Jadis says.


“NO!” Y/N screams, and she wakes up in a cold sweat. She breathes heavily, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Y/N releases a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in and sighs. Removing the sheets from her body, she runs a hand through her messy hair and stands up. She had been having these nightmares ever since they left that island. Ever since she supposedly lost her memories. And every night, she dreams of the same thing. It always begins and ends like that.

Y/N, knowing she won’t be getting any sleep after that, opens the door and walks out. She decides to get some fresh air and walks up the stairs leading to the top of the deck. The top deck is empty, everyone must have either gone to bed or are in the bottom deck. Walking over to the railing, Y/N leans on it, holding onto it tightly. She closes her eyes, and lets out the tears she’s been holding in ever since. Soft sobs leave her lips and she silently hopes no one can hear her.

“Y/N?” Great. Just great. Y/N feels a presence beside her, a presence that was once unfamiliar to her, now feels so familiar. She opens her eyes, and her tear-filled eyes meet Edmund’s worried ones.

“Are you okay?” Edmund asks. “Wait, you’re crying. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t be asking you — ”

Y/N steps closer to Edmund and wraps her arms around his waist. Edmund, obviously caught off guard, doesn’t react for a few seconds. Once he realizes what’s happening, that his wife, his wife, is finally in his arms, he wraps his arms around her small frame tightly. Y/N rests her head on his chest, and Edmund rests his chin on the top of her head. He presses a soft kiss to her head, slightly afraid that she might not like it and it will ruin their little moment. But he relaxes once she doesn’t react and just hugs him tightly in response. He breathes in her sweet scent, and it calms him like always. When they finally pull away, Edmund holds Y/N at arm’s length, and he gently wipes away the remaining tears with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” Edmund asks softly. And he wishes he never asked her in the first place. That one word that Edmund hates leaves her trembling, pink lips.


“Oh, love.” He whispers, and pulls her in for a hug again. Y/N doesn’t complain though; although she hated Edmund for insisting that she was his wife and for always getting on her nerves, his presence and his hug felt so familiar and comforting. For the first time in days, Y/N felt safe. She felt at ease. She felt at home in Edmund’s arms.

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 8

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Death, mourning

A/N: no words to say friends, have fun reading!

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Hamilton covered the wound on your back, trying to stop the blood from flowing. He was in shock, the tears stuck in his eyes. He shook you once, but you were long gone, a calming smile on your face. He placed his hands over your eyes, closing the lids.

He did not know what to do. He lost too many people in his life, he was unable to imagine you being gone. You just told him that you loved him, you two just began seeking out a different relationship besides the hateful one from before.

He loved you more than anything, and here you were, eyes empty of emotion. Your smile, your laugh, your jokes, all of it was gone.

You were gone.

“Y/N, please Y/N. Don’t do this, I can help you. I can bring you to the medical tent, I can-“ He heard another shot, and he ducked, covering your body. He turned, seeing the man that he let run free not too long ago. Without hesitation, he stood, turning his pistol towards the man. “You killed her, you killed Y/N, and you deserve death.” He shot the man, the bullet landing between his eyes. The man eyes widened in shock, dropping his weapon, and falling in a crumble.

Hamilton turned back to you, seeing the blood leak onto the grass. He was shaking, and pulled you into his arms, rocking you back and forth. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I did this to you, I made this happen, I’m so sorry. Please, just come back to me. Please.” He gasped through shaking breaths, kissing your forehead.

He heard running towards him, but at this moment, he didn’t care. He knew that he deserved death, since he made the love of his life experience it. The man stopped running, looking down at Hamilton holding you in his arms.


“No.” Mulligan whispered, his eyes widening.

He looked down at your blood-stained clothes, seeing the bullet that penetrated your back. You were losing the color in your skin, and all Hamilton was doing was rocking your back and forth, not even willing to move from his spot. Mulligan dropped onto his knees, tears already falling out. Hamilton looked at Mulligan, shaking his head slowly.

Why did this happen? Why was he seeing your body lying there, empty of any sort of life force? And why could he only feel anger rising up in his veins?

This was Hamilton’s fault. He did not take care of you like he was supposed to. He let you stay behind, alone, and this happen. Mulligan then thought to himself, his heart dropping.

He was not there to protect you.

“What did you do, Hamilton? What did you do?” Mulligan whispered. Hamilton was unable to form words, holding your head up on his arm. He kissed your forehead. Mulligan was never the one to deal with death by mourning, so he felt a wave of rage spark in him. He got off his knees, and walked over to Hamilton. Hamilton placed you on the ground, seeing that his friend was angry. He covered you with his jacket, protecting your virtue even after death.

“Herc, it’s my fault, if I just killed the red-coat, she would have been alive-“ Mulligan didn’t listen to his words, but pulled his arm back and punched Hamilton square in the jaw, causing the shorter man to fall back onto the ground. Hamilton didn’t block him, letting his body fall. He was too weak to even fight back, letting the stronger man punch him over and over again.

There were two pairs of boots running towards them, but Mulligan continued to punch his friend in the face, calling him every name in the book. Arms were wrapped around him, pulling him from Hamilton. Mulligan turned and looked to see Lafayette standing behind him.


Mon ami, stop. What is going on?” Lafayette asked, looking at the Irishman. Mulligan pulled himself from Lafayette, walking over to a body on the ground. Lafayette walked over to Hamilton, making sure he was okay. Hamilton was covered in blood, bruised forming on his face and it looked like his nose was broken. Lafayette tried to pick Hamilton up, but he noticed that he was crying, shaking.

“I have made a big error, Laf. I did not mean for this to happen.” He cried, holding his face in his hands.

“Alexander, what is going on?” Hamilton said nothing, just looking over at the body that Mulligan was next to. Lafayette walked over, and froze, unwilling to realize who was laying there in front of him.

It was you. You were motionless. Lafayette quickly went to check your pulse, but it was gone, not one measure of heartbeat felt under his fingers. He touched Mulligan’s shoulder, and Mulligan was crying. He had never seen Mulligan cry, and he began to as well.

Although the two of you were not close, you were still his friend. He still would have given the world to you, because you were special to him. You listened to him speak to you in French, although you could understand the bare minimum of what he told you. You helped him speak proper English, and even told him some slang words from your time. You helped him become a better man, and he will forever be indebted to you.

But as he stared at your pale corpse, he did not think he could handle your presence being gone from this world.


He was the last to the scene. He walked around Hamilton’s tent, finding his three friends shaking and crying. He was more confused than the rest, so he made a joke, not knowing what was actually going on.

“Lads, it’s okay, the redcoats are gone, no need to cry. Man up!” He yelled, holding a carton of beer in his hand. “Oh, I checked our tent, but I could not find Y/N, do you know where she might be?”

“Laurens, please, now is not the time to make jokes.” Lafayette said, turning to his freckled-face friend. Laurens laughed, walking over.

“We won, Laf, what do you mea-“ He dropped the carton out of his hand, seeing the body that was hidden from him before. You were indeed covered, so he was not able to see your face. But the looks on his friends faces already told him who was under the jacket. “No, no this cannot be true. Y/N cannot be dead, she can’t. We were going to write letters together, she was going to show me so many things, she promised me. No, this cannot be true. No, no…”

Laurens continued to ramble on, causing Alexander to get off the ground, and push his friend. “Laurens, shut up. She’s gone, and she’s not coming back. Please, just, shut up.” Hamilton was shaking, holding his friends jacket tightly.

“But why, Hamilton. Why? She was supposed to go home, she was supposed to go back to her old life. What about her parents, what about her friends? They’ll never know what happened, they’ll never know…” Hamilton pulled Laurens into his arms, and they both sobbed into each other’s shoulder.


Erin watched the seen from a spot on a tree. She never saw you killed in one of these lifetimes, so it was a new surprise. She could not help but feel some guilt in her heart. She was the one that started this whole loop, her being a very jealous young woman at the time. It makes it even worse that now that you were gone, she would disappear soon as well.

“Nice one, Y/N. You couldn’t even break the curse.”

She jumped down from the tree, sighing.

“Another lifetime, I suppose.” She said, clicking her fingers once.


The four friends mourned over the loss of Y/N, their lives changed more than they realized. Laurens later left his friends behind, fighting for his first black battalion. Unfortunately, he was distracted during one of his fights, killed before he could achieve what he wanted.

Lafayette was already married, so he went back to France. The determination that he had was due to your inspiring words that motivated him to help France during the revolution. Although the colonies refused to help, he felt like it was the best choice. And he feels like you would have felt the same.

Mulligan was never able to move on from the loss of Y/N, and he grew old, living alone. He hoped with all his faith that he could see Y/N again, since they were not able to break the loop.

Hamilton could cope far better than the rest, in fact. He knew that you and him were going to be together in another lifetime, so he looked forward to that moment. He later married a woman name Elizabeth Schuyler, the one that he remembered he danced with at the ball the five of you went to. He had many kids, and by the end of his life, as he was dueling with Burr, the last thought on his mind was you. “I’ll see you on the other side,” he whispered, lifting his pistol to the sky.

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I know mulligan was married at the time, and laurens, but i kinda X’d that out to make it sadder lol

Late Nights and Clumsy Superheroes || p.p

Summary: In which Peter stumbles into the wrong apartment after a rough night.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 895

Comments: This is my second imagine ever on here and I wrote it at midnight after procrastinating studying… Hopefully it’s not too bad, lol.


It wasn’t everyday that a masked superhero fell into your room.

It was about midnight on a Monday night, drool dripping down your chin after a six hour study session. You had finals coming up in three days and only just managed to get your shit together and open up notes from nine months ago. Many people started back in February, much to which you questioned their sanity, but, like any teenager who’s sleep schedule died along with their motivation half way into November, you never decided that finals were of any concern until about a day before they started.

You got home, still quite exhausted but determined to achieve at least one thing today, walking into your room and closing the door behind you. It was tough trying to cram all that information into your head, and by 10:30 you were passed out, books scattered all over you bed and flooring.

It wasn’t until two hours later did you hear a bang, followed by several curse words. Seeing as your parents were both fast asleep, and it was pitch dark outside, hearing a strange noise from outside of your room was not the most comforting thing to witness.

This would be the point when someone with common sense would pick up a phone, or turn on the lights. But, you were scared out of your wits and decided sneaking up on whoever - or whatever - was lurking in the darkness of your apartment was the best strategy.

Quickly shoving the books away from your legs, you sprang to your feet, slowly making your way out into the hallways. Small shuffling filled the air, footsteps that weren’t yours stretching across the floor. Your hands found the walls of the narrow hallway, fingers reaching out and trying to find the light switch. You soon grew closer to your living room, taking a small breath before flipping the switches on.

Nothing in the world could’ve prepared you for what stood in front of you.

“Oh, um, hey…” The one and only Peter Parker stood in front of you, a stunned and slightly concerned look on his face.

None of you knew what to say, nor did you quite catch onto the mask dangling from his fingertips, the suit he wore resembling one of a certain little superhero.

“P-Peter?” You were stunned to say the least. You and Peter didn’t talk much, seeing the both of you weren’t so fond of socializing. You both had your own little friend groups and were completely content with staying within those ranges.

Well, until tonight.

“Wha… what are you doing here? Dressed in that?” You finally took notice of his attire, staring straight at the blue and red that was wrapped around his body.

“See, the thing is, I was coming back home from a, a - um… convention! Yeah, that’s it. I was coming home from a convention, but I was completely disoriented that I must’ve snuck into your window, thinking it was mine but really it um… wasn’t.” His words stammered out in meshes, eyes avoiding yours and instead roaming the walls of your apartment.

“So… you came home from a convention at midnight on a Monday and, instead of using the front door like a normal person, you decided to sneak in through the window – dressed as Spider-Man?” The words left your mouth in one breath, eyebrow perched up on your head. “Peter, what in the hell is wrong with you? You really expect me to believe all that?”

“Well, you wouldn’t believe the truth either.”

He bit his lip, staring up at you from under his eyelashes. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, completely aware of the… odd situation you found yourself in.

“What? It’s not like you’re gonna say you’re the Spider…” Your sentence soon died, noticing the purple bruise above his lip, a light scar covering his forehead. “Oh.

It was all you could say. The fact that Peter Parker, your crush, the super intelligent, nerdy boy, was the one and only Spider-Man was a lot to take in at one time. Both of you stood in silence, nothing coming off of your lips. Peter rocked back and forth on his heels, trying to find some way out of this awful, awful situation.

“I would totally deny that I am Spider-Man, which may or may not be true.” You raised your eyebrows at him, but waited patiently for him to continue. “But I honestly don’t have the time seeing it is now 12:30 in the morning and if Aunt May finds out I was out this late, I will be in so much trouble. So, I guess I’ll be off. Please, please don’t tell anyone about this or my little secret. Mr. Stark would kill me, especially since he told me to keep this whole thing under wraps - oh god, I wasn’t even supposed to tell you I even know Tony Stark. Oh god, oh god, I’ve fucked up, I’ve fucked up.”

Quickly, he made his way to the window, jumping out only to pop his head right back in.

“I’m really sorry about this, but please don’t tell a soul about it. Not even your parents. I’ll see you at school. Goodnight!” And like that, he was off, leaving you completely and utterly confused.

What just happened?

Lurking in the Dark; 1 [prologue]

Originally posted by yoonohthings

♥︎ Genre: Vampire au, lots of angst, fluff, may some smut later on.

♥︎ Pairing: Vampire! Jaehyun x Reader

♥︎ Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood.

♥︎ Word Count: 2,018

♥︎ A/N: My first attempt at a series. This part is more like a prologue. Vampire AU’s kill me and I’m a huge lover of horror stuff, so I wanted to make a series based on two things I enjoy. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as me, and please feel free to give feedback so that I can improve my writing. Also, dedicating this to the bae: @isinnedforthis

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

The soft light of the full moon shines through the thin curtains of your open window. The night seems still and ordinary, not a soul stirring within your home as you slip out through the window quietly. Your friends wait at the bottom of the vines that extend from the side of your window, telling each other to stay quiet. You hop off the vines once you’re close enough to the ground, pushing your friends away from your home. Excitement buzzes through your body as you sneak away.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for this all night,” you breathe in the cool autumn air and grin at your friends.

“Of course! This night is going to be one for the books,” your friend Mark smiles back.

“You’re sure this place is safe right? I don’t have to worry about some creepy guy trying to kidnap me?” you question Donghyuk, who had set the plans up.

“Yes, Y/N, it’s totally safe. It’s completely abandoned and it took us forever to find it,” he responds with a laugh.

“Alright then, hurry up and lead the way,” you push him towards your destination. You and your bunch of friends make your way to the cemetery, the new-found hangout spot. Doyoung, Sicheng, Donghyuk, Jeno, Mark, Jaemin, and Renjun all joked around on the way down the moonlit path to the cemetery. It was honestly a miracle that Donghyuk had managed to convince the youngest to join you all, but you guessed it had something to do with their closeness in age. They seemed to be enjoying themselves and didn’t notice the shift in the air that you did as you grew closer to your destination.

A shiver runs down your spine as you walk through the gates and past mass amounts of tombstones. The moonlight wasn’t as strong as it had been when you snuck out, and rain clouds had moved in to cover the stars. Your eyes scan over the area as the eight of you walked, observing the way that vines and weeds were slowly swallowing everything up. A horrible eeriness fills your gut as a chilled breeze grazes your skin.

“Guys, I think we should go back. I have a bad feeling about this,” you voice your opinion, trusting your instincts. This place wasn’t as safe as they thought.

“What are you talking about Y/N? It’s fine, there’s nothing out here!” Donghyuk wraps his arm around your shoulder and smirks. He was always trying to act tough and prove himself to the older ones in your group.

“Whatever. I’m sure you’ll be running to Doyoung, Sicheng or me when a twig snaps,” you roll your eyes and nudge him playfully. You tried ignoring the feeling creeping into your veins.

“We’re here,” Donghyuk and Mark stand in front of a clearing big enough for everyone to sit in, where the tombstones weren’t too close together. Blankets are set out as drinks and food are passed around, and everyone relaxes to enjoy the night. As the air gets colder, some of the boys decide to set out to find firewood, leaving you alone with Jaemin and Renjun. The two almost look as unnerved as you once the others leave.

“This place is pretty interesting, huh?” Renjun asks, and you can clearly hear how nervous he truly is.

“It’s kind of creepy if you ask me,” you say warily, snacking on cookies to keep calm. You sigh and leave back against one of the closer tombstones, ‘I should stop worrying, we’ll be fine. It’s just a night of fun like normal,’ you thought.

“Hey someone come help me with this, I can’t carry it all,” Sicheng’s laugh comes from the nearby trees, the break in near silence causes you to jump. Groaning, you get up and make your way to him. You find him trying to pick up more sticks while he dropped the ones he already had.

“Here, let me help!” you laugh at him and take the majority of the sticks from him. “Why do you always try to carry everything yourself,” you scold. Sicheng pouts, opening his mouth to speak when a scream cuts him off. You both drop your sticks and turn to look at each other in shock.

“Who was that?” he panics. He grabs your hand and the two of you run back to the clearing, hearts pounding in fear and adrenaline.

“Guys?” You shout out and look around when you reach the clearing. Jaemin is crouching behind Renjun, trying to look beyond the darkness of the cemetery. “Guys, who was that?”

“I’m not sure, but it sounded kind of like Jeno,” his stated gravely. Your heart stops as he says that, you were extremely close to Jeno and couldn’t stand the thought of him getting hurt.

“Jeno?” you call out into the darkness, pulling free from Sicheng’s hand and rushing towards where the scream came from. Another scream echoes through the area.

“Y-Y/N WAIT!” the three in the clearing call out, but you ignore their calls. You keep running until you bump into someone.

“Doyoung?” you look up at the boy, panicking when you see the look of pure terror in his eyes. He’d gone pale from shock and his whole body was trembling. “W-what happened?” you managed to get out, voice shaking. Instead of responding he just points and looks in the direction of the scream as he backs away slowly. You turn and start off in that direction again, coming to an abrupt stop when you find Jeno laying on the ground, completely still. You drop to your knees at his side and reach out to shake him.

“Y/N?” you hear a whisper nearby, causing you to freeze.

“Mark?” You call back, looking in the direction of his voice. You squint your eyes at a figure crouched behind a large tree, rocking back and forth. “Oh my gosh, Mark! What happened?” you rush over to him and cups his face in your hands. His face held the same look as Doyoung’s had, and his breathing was uneven as he slowly met your eyes. His eyes were glassy with tears that threatened to spill and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“T-They got Donghyuk,” he choked out. “They’re coming for me. They’re going to kill us,” he cried hysterically. Your eyes widened at his words and your heartbeat picked up even more. You had never seen Mark like this and it sent fear straight to your very core.

“N-no one is going to hurt us Mark. We’re going to go back and get the others and we’ll all get out of here together,” you say hopefully. “Yeah, we’ll go back and get Jeno. The others should be back in the clearing. We can get them and go home.”

“Oh god… Jeno,” he looks over in Jeno’s direction but the boy had disappeared from his spot on the ground, the only evidence of him being there was the small puddle of blood. His eyes widen again and he pushes you away. “Go, Y/N!”

“W-Wait, what about Jeno? What about Donghyuk?” you look around in confusion and fear. A twig snaps nearby and you both flinch. Mark stands and grabs you, pulling you from the area and back to the clearing.

“RUN!” he yells. You’re too terrified to argue at this point and begin running back to the others. As you approach the clearing, you feel Mark’s hand being ripped from your own. A scream tears from both of your throats as something grabs him and send you flying to the ground. You don’t have time to see what grabbed him of where they went, instead you rush to get up and keep running.

“Guys?” you cry out and collapse in the clearing, looking around frantically. You spot someone’s legs peeking from behind one of the tombstones and rush over to them. Jaemin lays awkwardly on the ground, blood dripping from what looks like a bite on his neck. “What the hell…?” you stumble as you back away and fall. You tremble and try to stand again, but your legs feel as though they’ve turned to jelly.

“Y/N,” you hear Sicheng call your name out from somewhere close by. Hearing his call gives you the strength to get up and find him.

“Sicheng!” you let out a sob as you find him leaning against a grave. He has a bite similar to Jaemin’s on his neck, blood flowing from it and ruining his shirt. He looks at you with sleepy eyes. “S-Sicheng, what happened? Where is Renjun?”

“You have to get out of here,” he struggles to get the words out.

“I-I can’t leave you guys out here!” you cry, wiping your tears and holding his face in your hands, tapping his cheek to keep him awake. “Sicheng, please.”

“It’s too late for us. Just go,” he coughs and lets his eyes close. His breathing slows down and you shake him a little to try to keep him awake. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and cry as you hug him. He wheezes a few times before his body goes completely limp in your arms.

“Sicheng?” he stays silent and you shake him once more. “No, no, no, oh god,” you cry and let go of him. You stand and back away, looking around into the darkness with wide, teary eyes. You look at the bodies of your closest friends as reality finally sets in. You back out of the clearing quickly before turning and running. You run through the rusted cemetery gates, down the darkened path, and straight out of the forest. Somewhere along the way, it starts to rain, but you pay no mind to the weather and let the cold rain soak you. You only stop running when your legs give out and your lungs are burning. Your body drops to the ground as you sob for your fallen friends…

You wake up in your bed in the morning with dry clothes, no memory of how you got there, and an aching in your chest. ‘Maybe it was just a dream,’ you think as you sit at the end of your bed, looking blankly at your wall. Images of the night flash through your mind and make your blood run cold. It couldn’t have been real, right? You send a text to each of the boys like you normally would when you woke up.

Y/N: You’d never believe the crazy dream I had last night. Text me when you can!”

A knock sounds on your bedroom door as you set your phone aside. You mother pops her head in and looks at with worry. You furrow your eyebrows and frown at the look she gives you, walking over to her.

“Something wrong, Mom?” you ask.

“Why don’t you come downstairs and talk with us, sweetheart,” she smiles at you warily. You feel nervousness set in as you nod and follow her down the stairs. When you stop you see your dad in the living room, staring at the muted TV solemnly. A news report shows pictures of the seven friends you had just texted.

“What’s going on?” you look at both of your parents for an answer.

“It seems your friends are missing, of course, no one knows for sure yet. They could have just run off for the weekend,” you mother tells you, you can hear the concern in her voice. “Sweetie, you wouldn’t happen to know where they are would you?”

In that moment, time stops and your heart clenches. You try to steady yourself with one of the chairs before your knees give out. Numbness fills your body and you feel as though you can’t breathe.

“I-I don’t know. They aren’t the kind of people who would just run off…” panic fills you as you look at the faces of your friends on the bright screen of the TV. You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was real. It had all been real.