i should probably go to bed earlier

Domestic Bliss (Lin/Reader)

This is for the 10 minute writing challenge that someone asked me to do 300 years ago! @the-real-tony-stank sent me a prompt for some bedtime routine fluff, and that’s what this is. I meant to post this for her on Galentine’s Day, but Valentine’s Day works too :)

Word Count: 591

Note: Full disclosure, I actually took about 12 minutes.

As the credits rolled on the episode of Parks and Rec you had just watched, you untangled your legs from Lin’s and stood up off the couch to stretch.

“We should probably get ready for bed,” you suggested as you quickly finished the cup of tea he had made you earlier. “I’m just going to put the mugs in the sink. I’ll take care of them in the morning.”

“It was your turn to do the laundry this week. Any chance I’ll actually find clean pajamas in the dresser?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You gave him a guilty smile and he laughed. “Go take your shower. I’ll empty the dryer and leave clothes for you on the counter.”

As you walked past him on your way to the bathroom, Lin caught you by the waist and smacked a kiss on your cheek, making you squeal in surprise.

“Just so you know, I still like you even though you make me do your half of the housework.”

“Of course you do. You know you married up,” you said through a laugh.

You escaped his grasp and made a run for it as he started to tickle your sides, letting out a smug cheer when you made it to the safety of the bathroom. You were rinsing the conditioner out of your hair when you heard the door open followed by Lin rummaging through the medicine cabinet.

“Pajamas are on the counter, babe,” he called, clearly speaking with a mouth full of toothpaste.

You shut the water off and wrapped yourself in a towel, Lin wagging his eyebrows at you as you stepped out of the shower. You took the opportunity to shake your wet hair out in his direction and he laughed and jumped backwards. 

“See? If I did that, it would be grounds for divorce,” he accused.

“You do that literally every morning while I’m trying to get dressed, you jerk.”

“I washed the mugs so you don’t have to worry about them in the morning, and I made sure the front door is locked,” he said. You snorted at the obvious change of subject.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Now get out of my way.”

He left and got into bed while you finished up in the bathroom.

After brushing your teeth, you slipped into the clothes Lin had set out for you, rolling your eyes when you realized he hadn’t actually given you your pajamas. You walked out of the bathroom and saw your husband reading in bed, his hair somehow already wild even before sleeping on it for the night.

“Nice choice,” you said to him, gesturing at the old t-shirt of his that you had on.

“Hey, if I have to fold the laundry, I get to make a few wardrobe decisions,” he responded, lowering his book and giving you a pleased grin. “You know I like you in my clothes.”

Lin folded down the covers on your side of the bed as you approached, raising his arm for you to cuddle up under.

“Ready for lights out?” he asked.

“You can read for awhile longer if you’d like. I don’t mind,” you answered, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

He dimmed the bedside lamp and dropped a soft kiss on the top of your head. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of your husband gently scratching your back.

Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl
Imagine being Peter´s best friend and crushing on Spiderman

Originally posted by spiderholland

Peter Parker / Spiderman X Reader 

Summary: You´ve been Peter Parker´s best friend for years.Recently you have developed a crush on Spiderman. However you don´t know your crush is actually your best friend, who has been in love with you for a long time. 

“Peter, come here and look at this”, you said.

You were lying on your best friend´s bed while he sat at his desk, doing his homework.

“(Y/N), I can´t right now. I´ve got homework and I still have to study for the math exam next week.”

You tried to hide a grin. You loved Peter, you really did, but sometimes you wanted to hit him, just to get him to look up from his books once in a while.

“It´ll just take a second, they might finally know who Spiderman is.They´ve posted a photo.”

This actually made Peter look up from his homework and walk over to you. He sat down next to you and you handed him your phone. 

You saw Peter reading the article. Though he wasn´t as interested in Spiderman as you were, the article about his identity caught his attention. 

“I don´t think that´s him, it´s probably another copy cat. Look at his hair, it´s way too long and his arms are too skinny. And he´s wearing glasses, have you ever seen a superhero with glasses?”

You smiled at your friend. 

“I think glasses are cute.”

Peter blushed. He looked over at his glasses on the bedside table. 

“It´s a shame you stopped wearing your glasses, they really suited you. Not that you´re not good looking anymore, it´s just… I´m gonna shut up now.”

You avoided to look Peter in the eyes, but you could feel him staring at you.

“What about your huge crush on Spiderman?”

Peter laid down next to you and you rested your head on his chest. This might have been awkward for other teenagers, but the two of you grew up together, you have been best friends for years, before hormones and crushes started developing. 

“It´s not a huge crush, it´s just a crush. I think. I don´t know.”

“That´s what I´ve been trying to tell you, you don´t even know him. What if he´s a dick? What if he´s old, like parent old, not like senior year old? What if-”

“Pete”, you interrupted him,”He can´t be that bad. He saved me and he´s been protecting the neighborhood for a while now. And he can´t be that old, he´s too athletic.”

Peter scanned your face. Even though you had a dreamy look in your eyes it wasn´t your usual crush look. He knew the crush look, he had to go through a lot of them since sixth grade when you had your first crush. 

“Sounds like you know him.”

You shook your head.

“I don´t, I really wish I did though. Maybe that´s why this isn´t like my other crushes, I don´t know him. In my head he´s this perfect hero, kind, brave, ambitious, funny, nice…”

Peter tried to hide a sigh. He knew he wasn´t your type but if you knew he was Spiderman maybe, just maybe, he actually had a shot.

“I´m rambling, I should probably go home.”

You got up from the bed, Peter sat up as well.

“See you tomorrow”, you said and pressed a kiss to Peter´s cheek. You always did that to say hello and goodbye, but for some reason this time it was different.

Peter had a plan. It wasn´t his best plan, but he had only had one night to plan and because it involved his feelings his thoughts were a bit clouded. 

He walked out of the house a few minutes earlier than usual. Aunt May had already gone to work when he left the house, so at least he didn´t have to lie and make up where he was going before school.

After walking for about twenty minutes he finally spotted you on your way to the subway station. He hurried over to you.

You noticed someone walking up to you and stopped to look at the person next to you.

“Peter, what are you doing here?”, you asked.

“I need to tell you something, can we go somewhere quiet?”

You were confused. Usually you met Peter a few blocks away from school, where he would wait for you under a tree with weird yellow fruits. 

You led Peter to an alley father away from the station. No one was nearby, everyone was on their way to school or work.

“Do you remember when we were kids and we talked about the Avengers and how awesome it would be to be a superhero?”, Peter asked.

Even though you were very confused and had no idea where Peter was going with this, you nodded.

“Well, a while ago I had to opportunity to become a hero, there was an incident with a spider which caused me to gain powers, spiderlike powers. I decided to use the powers to help people because my uncle always told me that with great power comes great responsibility. I didn´t really bother with a name but luckily YouTube solved that problem, they called me Spiderman.”

As a way to prove it Peter opened his bag and pulled out a Spiderman maks.

“I am Spiderman.”

You didn´t know what to say. You opened your mouth but had to close it again. 

“Peter, you´re my best friend. You´re the best person I´ve ever met. You´re not like Spiderman. He´s strong, heroic and brave. You however are funny, nice, kind, clever, ambitious and so much more. You may be Spiderman but to me you are more. You´re Peter, my Peter. And I think, cross that, I know… I am in love with you. Not because you told me you´re the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, I just think it took the confession to make me realize how much I love you.”

When you had finished you were breathing heavy. Part of it because you had talked so much but mostly because you just realized you were in love with your best friend and told him.

“(Y/N), I love you I´ve been in love with you for so long.”

A smile broke out on both of your faces.

“I love you”, Peter whispered.

You didn´t answer, instead you put one of your hands on Peter´s shoulder and the other on the back of his head and pulled him closer until you lips met.

It was a short kiss, a bit clumsy, but for the both of you it was prefect anyway.

“We need to hurry if we wanna make it to school in time”, Peter said, after you had broken the kiss.

You laughed.

“You´re such a nerd, but I love you.”                

bts reaction to: you making them breakfast in bed

Originally posted by bwiseoks

jin: thought it was the perfect thing to wake up to. two of his favorite things wavering before him the moment he cracks open his eyes – that’s the life, man. he would make you come and sit next to him, feeding you more than himself, smiling as you happily devour the food.
“i’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Originally posted by the9397

suga: lazily grins as you near him, tray locked in your grasp. “for me?”
he would jocosely admonish you for limiting your sleep to care for him, and would split the food in half, letting you enjoy some with him, maybe even requesting permission to give some to the members.

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

namjoon: the smile gracing his face would rival the sunlight filtering into the room. he would be so happy, but also a little guilty. he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d missed some hours of sleep for this or skipped doing something more important. he would return the favor the next day, feeding you breakfast and kissing your cheeks.

Originally posted by minspink

jimin: would shyly fumble out of bed, helping you carry the tray. “here – i’ve got it. you get in bed.” you would take turns feeding each other and he would blush everytime you mused about how cute he was. he would be so thankful for what you’d done for him, making sure to repay the favor as soon as he could.

Originally posted by jeonggukk

jungkook: grins unconsciously, letting you climb in next to him. he would be so thankful, promising to pay you back. he would let you feed him between chaste kisses, playfully offering you food by putting it in his mouth (so you can kiss him again). he would muse to his hyungs all about it later when they were at practice.

Originally posted by taehyyungs

taehyung: would be so surprised. “i-i felt you leave the bed earlier, but i thought you had to go the bathroom…”
he would melt so much when you fed him, offering to take turns so you could eat as well. knowing you cared so much about him made him feel so loved and happy. like jungkook, he would tell the boys all about it the moment he got the chance.

Originally posted by hobisu

hoseok: “oh, you didn’t have to do that!” he feels he should be making you breakfast in bed as he’s the one always gone and he feels like he neglects you. he would appreciate the gesture, but would probably just feed you instead unless you wanted to feed him. he would feel so touched and loved and you’d spend the rest of the morning cuddling, enjoying each other’s presence.

The Wedding Planner (Part 2)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Author’s Note: at last! part 2 of this series. thank you all so much for all the positive feedback I’ve been receiving, it means the world to me. I’ve had to re-post this a couple of times because it seems as if Tumblr is just preventing me from uploading new things I guess. Hope you like!

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It Fucking Hurts

Originally posted by septicplier

  • Teamiplier x Reader
  • Summary: The reader is at the ER and trying to keep it on the down low as to not draw attention to themselves or worry their friends, but thanks to the fandom, they find out anyway and come to rescue.
  • Non gender specific pronouns.
  • Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of hospitals and medical conditions and equipment. Proceed with caution.

The pain had taken over, your body was shaking and your face was pale. Nothing else mattered in that moment, you wanted to be okay again.

Your name was called and you had your vitals checked and you described your stomach pain, and then you were given a bed as you waited for a doctor. 
You were in desperate need of something to distract you from the pain as you knew you could do nothing but wait. You opened up twitter and froze in fear at what you saw.

A fan account had posted a photo that hadn’t yet loaded on the slow hospital wifi, captioned “is that Y/N? What’s wrong? :<” and as the photo appeared, it was you, sitting in the waiting room. You calmed yourself as you were sure there’s no way the team would see, but the calm soon faded as you saw the numbers rocketing up, people RT it and tagging your friends. Before you had time to think, a call came in from Kathryn.

Despite how guilty you always felt when your friends helped out, you couldn’t act tough anymore. As your body shook and your stomach burned with the taste of stomach acid lingering in your mouth, you answered.
“Y/N what the fuck? Are you in the hospital? Why didn’t you tell any of us?” She sounded slightly angry, but you knew she just cared, a lot. You broke down at hearing her.
“I hate to be in the spotlight but fuck Kat, I’m in so much pain. I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m not okay. I’m shaking and vomiting and I don’t know what’s happening.” You started to sob, keeping your voice low as to not to disturb other patients.
“Where are you? I’m coming.”
“I’m sitting on a bed in the ER, not sure where just ask at the desk”
“Okay. I know the gang are gonna see it too, they’re probably trying to call you now, so I’ll tell them I’m on my way." 
You whimpered a "thank you” between sobs as you hung up the phone and hugged your knees, crying in pain as it flooded your body and mind.

After what felt like a lifetime you saw a doctor, who asked too many questions and poked and prodded before coming to the conclusion he was sure you had appendicitis and would need surgery to remove it, which you should go down for within the next few hours. He put you on IV fluids to combat dehydration. As if the overwhelming pain wasn’t enough, you were now also awaiting surgery and terrified. You had been rolling from side to side trying to find something comfortable, something to even slightly to take the edge off of the searing pain in your appendix. You turned onto your side with your head on your hand, resting the other on the bed as fluids flowed into your IV. Your body jerking constantly causing the bed to shake slightly, you closed your eyes as the tears poured down your cheeks and you clenched all your muscles as you tried to remember to keep breathing.

You heard footsteps go from a fast pace to stopping dead in their tracks followed by a soft whimper. You slightly and slowly opened your eyes. Ethan took the seat by your bed and perched on the edge, moving his hand to gently intertwine his fingers with your hand, trying to not touch the IV. His hands gently shook and you met his gaze to see sad eyes filled with tears.

“I think he went this-” you heard Tyler’s familiar voice, cutting his sentence short when he saw your quivering body lying limp on the bead. Mark, Amy and Kathryn soon poured in to see you too. They took seats in your little cubicle, speechless with shock.

“Hey stop shaking, im okay” you say to Ethan, stroking his hand with your thumb.

“Could say the same for you, Y/N. You’ll cause an earthquake.” You heard from Mark with a giggle. You managed to slightly smirk at his comment.

“She can’t help it Mark she’s clearly not okay.” Ethan retaliated turning to Mark, who hadn’t yet realised the emotional state that the blue boy was in. Mark met his eyes and got up and hugged him, trying not to tear up himself. The team all pulled their chairs closer to your bed so they could sit close and comfort each other as well as you. You could tell nobody knew what to say and were probably scared to ask you decided to speak up.

“Appendicitis. Going in for surgery soon.” You managed to get out in between sobs from pain. Marks eyes lit up almost in anger.
“Y/N! That shit is fucking insanely painful! How did you not tell us earlier?” He asks, having been through it himself.
“I said you seemed off at the office, I should have bought you here regardless of how fine you said you were…” Ethan said with tears in his eyes. You felt terrible. 
“Ethan I didn’t want to worry anyone, and if it wasn’t for that fan tweet I wouldn’t have.”
“So you’d have just told us you weren’t gonna be in as you had surgery overnight and kept it secret?” Tyler chimed in.

You had too much going on to argue and gave in. 
“I’m sorry. I hate making you guys worry about me. I hate feeling guilty for you caring for me. But you’re here now, and to actually be honest for once, I appreciate you caring about me. I’m really scared. It fucking hurts.” You whimpered out, and within seconds you’d made Mark and Tyler Cry, and for the next ten minutes the entire team comforted you, gently rubbing your shoulders and whispering how well you were doing in your ears.

“The OR is ready, were gonna take you down. Your friends can stay here and wait if they want, but only one friend can come with you until your put out.” A surgeon said and waited as everyone looked at each other, apart from Ethan, who almost seemed as if he didn’t hear, and remained twiddling your fingers between his.

“Alright blueberry, hop on the bed.” Mark said gently touching his back, making sure he was listening. You saw the confusion in his face as there was no discussion as to who would go, but he happily agreed, you scooted over and he laid next to you, making sure the wires of your IV didn’t tangle. He wrapped his arm around you as you rested your head on his chest. He ran his free hand through your hair, and Amy snapped a photo of the bittersweet moment as the surgeon wheeled your bed away from the team. You gripped onto Ethan’s shirt, feeling unsafe of the moving bed. He gently squeezed your arm and pulled you in tighter. Suddenly you felt just a little bit safer.

A/N: This is already pretty long so I stopped, possibly a part two in future? What  do you guys think?

Guest Bedroom: Constantine x Reader

I used the Zalgo text generator for part of this, hope everyone can read it okay. Anyway, I’m trying to get back to a more constant update schedule, although it might take a little while for me to get back on track. Enjoy! <3

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N, mind explaining why your house is radiating an aura of pure evil?”

“Oh,” you said, looking around. “I…kind of thought I just needed to go back on my meds. But yeah, it’s probably the demon that’s shacked up in the guest bedroom.”

What? Y/N, you’ve had a demon in here for-”

“Four days,” you said, starting a pot of coffee. “You want anything to eat? I thought we could maybe watch some of tha-”

Four days, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

You shrugged. “Well, now that you’re here do you think you could get it out? It’s been bleeding on the floor, and I’m going to have a tough time getting those stains out. Might need to re-carpet.” 

John was already running into the guest room, and you sighed and poured yourself some coffee before following him. The demon had moved in a few days before for no apparent reason, although now that you thought about it it probably had something to do with John.

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HEAT (Liam) (Part2)

A/N: You and Liam are in your heat cycle of the month and have sex, right after that he confess something to you.

Characters: Reader & Liam Dunbar (Teen Wolf)

Warnings: SMUT, lots of SMUT, swearing

Liam x Reader

Before going to Liam’s

Reader’s P.O.V.

‘Why do I feel like that, gosh that’s annoying’ You thought to yourself while laying in your bed.
'I should probably call Scott he could maybe help me’ You thought again.

*You dial Scott’s number*

“Hey (Y/N), what’s up?”

“I don’t really know, but I feel kind of weird.”

“How do you feel, explain to me.” Scott asked worried for you.

“I think I’m in my heat cycle, I crave sex and I’m supposed to go to Liam’s house later, is that supposed to feel like that the 'Heat Cycle’.”

“Yes it’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel, Liam texted me earlier telling me he felt the same way, but if you’re going to his house, use protection I don’t wanna deal with baby betas!”

'That’s the last thing he said before hanging up on me. And why would I want to have sex he’s my best friend. It’s also kind of funny that he feels the same way, I wonder how horny he is, if he’s touching himself right know… No (Y/N) don’t think about that just get ready and leave’ You got ready and left to his with your books and stuff to study.

Back at Liam’s house

Liam’s P.O.V.

“Woah,(Y/N), what was that for and how do you feel?” I asked.

“Scott told me that you were really horny too and I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t.” She said so fast.

I was about to say something, but she cut be off.

“And I can also feel your boner between my legs.” She said with a smirk.

I blushed so much, I probably looked like a tomato.

“Why did Scott tell you that, I told him to not tell anybody.” I said starting to get angry.

“Don’t get angry at me, I can feel your anger towards me, I’m not the one who told Scott I was angry, actually yes, but I’m not the only one and I’m certainly not the one who told me.” She said.

“I know that I told Scott that I was horny which I still am and… Wait a second did you say you were hor-”

Before I could finish what I was going to say, she cut me off, again, by crashing her lips onto mine and I immediately replied. We started making out and she pushed me on my back, her legs on each side of me, beside my thighs, straddling me. I grabbed her hips and she started grinding on me, which made me moan against her lips. She broke the kiss and took her shirt off. My eyes were glued to her chest, she had a black lacy bra, which is my favourite colour. “Like what you see?” She asked with a smirk, respond was to make her roll on the side, on her back and I hovered her. I started kissing her neck leaving a trail of hickeys on her neck, I found her sweet spot and she moaned. It made me harder by the second, I quickly took my shirt off and felt her and on my chest going down, she pulled my pants down and I kicked them away. Leaving me only in my tight black boxers with my boner showing. I pulled her shorts down with her underwear. She looked at me biting her lips, as I lowered myself close to her heat, I inhaled the smell of her arousal and my eyes turned yellow, I started eating her pussy and she became a moaning mess, my tongue circled her clit, two of my finger found her entrance and pumped in and out. I felt her hand in my hair, tugging at the end of it and I new she was close she kept moaning on and on. “LIAM” “Let go princess, come for me” and with those words, she came around my fingers. She knew we weren’t done yet. “Sweetheart we aren’t done yet” “I know” She said trying to catch her breath.

I stood up and pulled my boxers down not facing her as she took off her bra, I reached to my bed side table to get a condom I also looked at the clock and I said 10:00 PM. I put on the condom and turned around, she gasped at the sight of my dick. “What?” I asked smirking. “You’re so big!” She said smiling. I hovered her again and placed my tip at her entrance, I looked at her for approval and she nodded excited. Just to tease her a bit, I rubbed my tip on her clit and bit gently on her collarbone. “Stop teasing me” She said groaning. “Beg for it babygirl, beg for me!” growling the last part, I knew I shifted in my werewolf form. “Please Liam…Please fuck me, fuck me hard” She said getting mad. “That wasn’t enough” “I need it inside of me, I need you” I saw that she had shifted into her werewolf form too. Without any warning I entered her. I waited for her to adjust to me inside of her. “Move.” she said and I started moving at a medium pace both of us moaning, my hands were on each side of her body, keeping me of crushing her under my weight. “F-Faster” She moaned, I went faster so fast that both of us were a moaning mess. Luckily we were alone in the house. “God, Liam, Fuck!”
“(Y/N), you’re so tight!” “Liam, I’m cumming!” She said reaching her high. I felt her wall clenched around me and my trust became sloppier and soon after that I came and I continued trusting into her, riding our orgasm. I pulled out of her and threw the condom in my trash as I rolled on my bed beside her. Both of us exhausted. “Wow!” She said. “I know!”. She cuddled to my side and I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her forehead. “(Y/N), I-I need to tell you something.” “Yeah what?” “I'mkindofinlovewithyou!” “Are you serious?!?, I’ve had a crush on you for years!” “Then I guess that makes us a couple?” “Of course”
“I love you (Y/N).”
“I love you too Liam.”

And we both fell asleep cuddling.

I know the end is cheesy, but I felt like it needed to. Please leave me requests for other imagines or SMUT.

-Love Forext xoxo

Pillow talk

No one asked for this but I felt like I should write this for Tim. I honestly don’t think I write enough for him - other than when you guys ask for headcanons of the batboys - so I am here to rectify that! It’s short but I hope it’s alright enough for you guys! Enjoy!

The bed dips enough that it startles you awake out of your sleep. You frown a little bit at being disturbed from your slumber but by the dip in the bed, you know it is Tim. You did not even need to lift your head from the pillow or turn around. Mr. Captain – your adorable corgi – is not that heavy and most of the time, Mr. Captain likes jumping on to your stomach and sleeping comfortably there.

“Did I wake you up, Y/N?” Tim asks you, confirming your suspicion.

You snuggle against your body pillow and nod your head sleepily, opening an eye to peek at him. Tim shifts on the bed so he is sitting against the headboard now, laptop in his lap. “You should sleep, Tim.” You say sleepily but you knew he was probably not going to sleep anytime soon.

Tim had been working on a case earlier and judging by the laptop that is in his lap, he probably is still doing some work on it. “Babe, since you’re awake, do you mind me talking about it? You don’t really have to listen but, I just need to talk about it.” He tells you, pushing your hair away from your face with his hand.

You nod your head and that was the signal Tim needed. As soon as you gave him permission, he began to talk about the things he had been hung up about on the cases he had been looking at. You really tried your best to keep up with him but because Tim’s voice is just so soothing, you keep finding yourself dozing off and startling awake a couple of times.

You totally lost him when he started using jargons though.

“Do you think I’m too empathetic, Y/N?”


“Yeah, babe?”

You let out a yawn, pulling the covers all the way to your chin. “I think we may need a rain check on finishing this pillow talk, I am super sleepy and if I don’t get enough sleep, I’m going to be delirious come morning.” You yawn once more. “Can we please continue this in the morning? I promise, I’ll even help do some research.”

Tim drops a kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, babe.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes. “’s right.”

“We can take a raincheck for sure.”

“Night, Tim. Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/N.”

“Go to sleep, babe.”

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was just wondering if I can request a birthday au with Bae Jin Young?? It's my birthday today and I haven't really seen much writings with birthdays. Thank you so much in advance and I really really really love your writing💕💕

Happy birthday dear anon! Hope all your dreams come true and you are happy and loved unconditonally and will have lots of money in the future so you can go to Seoul and actually meet this smol bean named BaeJin <3

  • this baby would be so scared that he will actually forget your birthday so he set alarms on his phone like 3 days earlier
  • and marked it on the calendar with lots of hearts on that day
  • and probably also left a note on the night stand next to his bed
  • I think he will be a little confused about what he should get you, so he will most likely ask the other guys for ideas
  • but they will all be terrible
  • so he will just think about it on his own
  • but I feel that he won’t go for something very big
  • and would much rather buy something that is a lot more meaningful
  • I imagine something like him getting you a small necklace which has a pendant shaped like a single angel wing
  • and he will keep the other one with him because “two halves make a whole” 
  • and you are also his precious angel he adores 
  • he will be very excited when your birthday finally comes 
  • I don’t think he will call you at midnight for fear he will wake you up; but expect around 50 cheesy and romantic text messages when you wake up 
  • “hey baby, I know you are probably asleep by now, but I just wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday and tell you that I love you” 
  • “I feel the happiest whenever I am with you and I promise that I will always be next to you” 
  • “I hope you will have an amazing day tomorrow and I can’t wait to see you; I know we saw each other today as well, but I feel like I miss you already” 
  • he will also be the first one to call you in the morning 
  • when you two meet he will greet you with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and the largest smile in the world 
  • I feel like he will be even more excited about your birthday than you 
  • will treat you like a princess the whole day 
  • he will also prepare a small performance for you; he just wanted to make something even more special
  • so he will sing your favorite song, but will probably start laughing in the middle and become really shy 
  • “sorry, I hope you like it though”
  • the day before he actually tried baking a cake for you, but it failed terribly 
  • and he didn’t have any time to buy you one; so he got you the cutest cupcake in the world and placed a candle on the icing 
  • “sorry… I am really bad at baking, you know that. I promise next year I will try harder.” 
  • “should I buy a whole cake? I didn’t have time and I didn’t want to be late, so this was what I could find the fastest and I know you love this one, right?” 
  • he will feel very awkward, but once he hears your laugh and you kiss his cheek assuring him everything is fine
  • he will give you a smile and kiss your lips for what would feel the longest time 
  • “thank you for being mine Y/N, I really love you. Happy birthday, love” 
Pass me the controller part 2

Here is the second part of this imagine, I hope you enjoy, this one was certainly a lot more fun to write. Again, let me know if you want to see a part 3 xo


After failing at FIFA for an hour or so and drinking much more than I planned I actually remember why I was there in the first place. I was having so much fun with Jack that I had completely forgotten about all the drama with my ex. It was only when my phone lit up with another phone call from him that I remembered.

“Is that him?” Jack asks, slightly slurrring.

“Yeah just ignore it. He’ll only try giving me all the excuses he can think of but they’re not going to work this time!” My vision is a little blurry and my hand is shaking as I try to flip over my phone. I can’t even remember how much I’ve had to drink.

Before I can react Jack has picked up my phone, “hey jackass.” He shouts. My heart pounds. “If you know what’s good for you then you’re never going to call y/n again. Don’t text her, don’t try and find her, just leave her alone because you’re a fucking douchebag ok!” And with that he hangs up grinning proudly.

“Oh my god.” Is all I can get out.

“That should do the trick”

We both burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just did that! Thank you!” I throw my arms around him and give him a huge hug. As soon as he wraps his arms around my waist I feel the atmosphere change. He’s nuzzled his head into my neck and his arms are wrapped around my waist.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I swear I feel him smell my hair. I pull away from the embrace, unsure of how to react. His beautiful big blue eyes are staring into mine, trying to read my expression. My mind wanders back to what he was saying earlier about the girl he liked. Surely he wouldn’t hug me like that if there was another girl he was interested. Or maybe I’m just going crazy. 

“I should probably head home.” I mutter, not totally convinced that’s the right this to say. 

“You’re not in any condition to go anywhere y/n." 

"I can’t stay here. I don’t have anything with me" 

"You can have one of my t-shirts and you can sleep in my bed, come on,” he takes me by the hand and pulls me up. My heart flutters at his touch. I can’t believe it. Not only am I falling for Jack but I’m flaking for him when he admits to me he’s in love with another girl. I am such an idiot. 

“No honestly I’m ok. I’ll sleep on the couch maybe” I pull my hand away from him and he looks hurt. 

“Y/n I’m trying to help you. You’re clearly hurting but you can’t be mad at every guy, we’re not all like your ex, especially me, as much as you don’t believe it.” He look on his face is breaking my heart. I’ve gone from hating Jack’s arrogant guts to wanting him to hold me like he did before in a matter of a couple of hours. It’s almost making me feel sick. 
Actually I feel really sick. 

I think I’m going to throw up. 

I run to the bathroom and hear Jack call out after me.
My eyes go white and I start uncontrollably vomiting into the toilet. My eyes water and my face goes bright red. 

“It’s ok, let it out” I think I hear Jack behind me. 

As I come to I realise he’s right next to me, one hand holding my up and the other holding my hair. As I sit up he wipes my face with a towel and finger combs my hair smooth. I’m so embarrassed, “thank you” I manage to get out. 

“Don’t worry about it babe” he holds my face in his hands, “you’re definitely not going anywhere tonight. You look gross.” It takes all the energy I have but I manage to punch him in the arm and he giggles, “come on let’s brush your teeth ” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me through the door way and into the bathroom.

“You don’t have to do this Jack, I can walk” I wriggle out of him arms and immediately fall to the floor. Not only am I still drunk but I am also exhausted from crying and vomiting up he entire contents of my stomach. Great.

“Y/n! Just trust me ok?”

“You’re incredible.” I blurt out. I meant to say that in my head.

“If you can look me in the eye and say that to me again when you’re sober I’ll believe you” he walks over to me with a shirt, “put this on ok? I’ll be back in a minute with some water for you.”

He vanishes from the rooms and I successfully manage to brush my teeth but taking my dress off proves to be a little harder than anticipated due to a ridiculous amount of zips and buttons.

After what feels like an hour of trying to get out of my dress I hear jacks footsteps coming back up the hallway. He laughs as soon as he sees me.

“Help me” I ask pathetically.

He puts the water down, grabs his shirt and comes over. I turn my back to him so he can undo my dress but he hesitates, “it’s not that complicated” I tell him.

“No it’s not that,” his voice almost quivers. I can see in the corner of my eye that his hands are hovering just above my dress. He catches me looking and snaps himself out of whatever he was doing. After two zip and buttons my dress completely falls down before I can catch it.

I feel my cheeks redden again and reach for the shirt in jacks hands but he’s not paying attention. His eyes are fixated on me. Taking in every inch of me in my bra and underwear. His eyes flick to mine and he has a lust in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. He comes towards me, still holding the shirt in his hand. He stands inches from my face and looks from my eyes to my lips back and forth.

I lean in and press my lips on his. It’s like I have no self control. My heart is beating to fast I can barely breathe. He puts his hand to the back of my neck and I feel myself soften. He pulls me in closer, my body against his and kisses me deeper. I let out a little moan as he kisses down my neck, sending chills down my spine. His hands are all over me, touching every inch of my body like it’s the only chance he’ll get. I clumsily try to lift his shift up and thankfully he pulls it over his own head. He’s so much more muscular than I ever knew. He’s so warm and so loving, kissing me all over. He pulls away from my lips for only a moment as he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, pushing me back onto the bed, crawling on top and locking lips again. Hes messy and rough, leaving marks on my neck and chest. I start to run and the bulge building in his pants. “Y/n” he whispers, almost out of breath. The way he says my name sends me into overdrive, “y/n” he says again, a little more impatient this time. He pulls away from me, “Conor’s home”

Request: where Draco is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team during 6th year and reader is in the team, draco is stressed about his mission from voldemort and he takes it out on her during practise like making her run extra laps and making her train more than others please and thank you, love your writing btw!!

Warnings: none

Pairing: Draco/ reader

Draco paced back and forth I front of the vanishing cabinet pulling at his hair frustratedly. It had been days and he hadn’t made any progress.

He was close to just accepting the fact that he would fail his family and he would be killed.

Draco didn’t want to die. Even more he didn’t want to disappoint his parents. He shook his head, this would have to do for today, he knew he was running out of time.

He had to get down to the Quidditch pitch to run practice. Quidditch took up a fair amount of his time and he knew he wasn’t as focused on winning this year as he had been previously. He welcomed how it took up his thoughts, taking them away from the mission the dark Lord gave him.

Walking out into the pitch he saw most of the team was already there.

“Two laps around the pitch to warm up” Draco called out to them before he reached them.

They all set off while he sorted out the Quidditch kit.

“Sorry I’m late Malfoy” he heard a voice pant behind him indicating they had ran from the castle to the pitch.

He turned to see y/n trying to catch her breath back.

“I don’t appreciate the lateness” he spoke “ if you’re late again I will bench you for the next game, now Join them with laps then do 2 extra” he said dismissing her straight away.

Y/n sighed. She was always being treated differently to all the other players on the team. Malfoy always seemed to make her work harder for her place on the team, always threatening to make her sit out if she didn’t perform to his satisfaction.

She started running with the rest of the team nodding a hello to some of them as they greeted her.

She carried on running when the rest of the team had gathered around Draco listening to his instructions on what they were working on. Once she completed the laps she joined them not being able to understand what Draco was talking about.

“Okay let’s out that into practise tonight” he said while everyone got onto their brooms and pushing up off the ground into the sky.

Y/n joined them, clueless of what they were doing.

“Y/LN” Malfoy shouted in the air after she watched everyone else fly, chucking the Quaffle around.

She flew over to him.


“It’s obvious you didn’t listen to me-” Draco started

“I was still running laps so I didn’t hear-” she tried to defend herself.

“You should have ran faster then” he challenged


“Go bak and do more laps” he sighed “I’ll deal with you later” he said flying over to the others, leaving her.

She flew down to the ground feeling hurt that she was dismissed once again an not having the chance to train with the others.

How was she meant to get better if he never gave he the chance.

She started running again, it had been at least half an hour and she was just getting more and more frustrated as she thought about it.

Angry tears had formed in her eyes, she angrily swiped at them before they could fall.

She wasn’t going to cry over this.
She becoming exhausted from running but was too scared to stop incase Malfoy wouldn’t let her play next week.

“Y/LN, you can stop now” he shouted gaining her attention, it had started to lightly rain now.

She saw everyone else had already left leaving just her and Malfoy.

“What did-” she started but was cut straight off.

“20 push ups” he said

“What?” She asked confused

“You heard me, 20 push-ups now”

She quickly started them not wanting to make him angrier. By now the rain had started getting heavier but she carried on.

It was harder now the rain was drenching her, her Quidditch robes were weighing her down causing her to struggle. Her hand slipped causing her to fall face flat onto the pitch.

“Okay that’s enough” Malfoy snapped. “Tomorrow practise is at 6 , do not be late” he said storming off and leaving her to pick herself off of the ground.

She slumped back to the castle, the rain hitting hard onto the ground causing her to shiver with coldness.

She walked to her dorm through the empty common room which only made her colder as there was no fire that had been lit. She showered before getting into her pjs wrapping herself in a blanket to keep warm.

Since it was late and the common room was empty y/n decided she would catch up on some homework while she had time.

It wasn’t long until she fell asleep on the sofa due to the exhausting Quidditch practise Malfoy had made her do.

Draco had left the room of requirement, heading back to the Slytherin common room. He wanted to go straight to bed he was exhausted from thinking and throwing himself into Quidditch.

However, upon entering the common room he saw the one girl who often crossed his mind. Y/N was fast asleep on the sofa, a defence against the dark arts book and a piece of parchment with black inked words across it sat on the table in front of her.

Draco felt bad, maybe he was a bit harsh on her earlier. She was flat out asleep which was no doubt his fault. He had other things to worry about than this girl, but he often thought about her which scared him. He didn’t want to get close to her so tried to make her hate him.

It was easier that way.

Draco debated whether to leave her there but realised she probably wouldn’t want to be there when the rest of Slytherin woke up in the morning.

“Y/LN” he said quietly shaking her.
“Y/LN wake up” it didn’t work “ Y/N” he said a bit louder this time.

She woke up startled.

“Draco?” She asked trying to process “am I dreaming?”

“Uh, no this is all real” he spoke awkwardly.

“Oh, ohhh” she said sitting up realising she must have fallen asleep doing homework “um… I guess I should- uh go to bed” she said packing her things away.

“Wait” Draco spoke “ look Y/LN, in sorry about earlier, I was in a bad mood, I didn’t mean to take it out on you today and in sorry” Draco sighed tiredly.

“It’s okay I guess, I mean…in sorry I was late but You didn’t need to make me feel like shit” she said looking down at the ground.

“I’m really sorry” he said again “will you, um… Will you sit” he said gesturing for her to so on the sofa. He sat next to her as she did.

She looked at him curiously.

“I’m just going through some shit right now” he spoke looking stressed. Y/n grew concerned as she noticed how tired he looked. Sitting this closely she could see the dark circles under his eyes. She realised he had lost a bit of weight too which indicate he hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly.

“I get you, there’s all this pressure on you and you don’t want to disappoint anyone right?” She spoke making Draco look at her frowning slightly and curiously.

She had got it spot on. It was almost as if she knew… But he couldn’t have.

“Yeah… I just, don’t wanna disappoint anyone”

“As long as you don’t disappoint yourself then Its okay you know, other people shouldn’t reply on you anyway” y/n said

“I wish you could tell them that” he said bitterly.

“People shouldn’t expect anything from anyone, because someone will always be disappointed in the end. They should expect you to do whatever they want you to do, in fact they should do it them selves if it was that important.”

Draco wished they would do it themselves. But as he was the one attending Hogwarts and vein in OSS proximity of Albus Dumbledore, it made sense for it Be him.

Y/n gave him a knowing look of sympathy.

“You have to be the one to do it though don’t you?” She came to the conclusion.

It was like she could read him like an open book

Draco nodded.

“But whatever it is, you don’t wanna do it”

He nodded again.

“I know you don’t like me, but you can always come to me if you need to talk or if you need help” she said

“I do like you” he said

She won’t want to help him if he told her what he had to do.

But she was very smart so maybe- maybe she could help him fix it.

“What do you know about vanishing cabinets?” He asked

“Vanishing cabinets?”

“Yeah” he confirmed with a nod.

“I read about them ages ago in a book I took from the restricted section” she said “each vanishing cabinet has a twin somewhere else in the world, they’re used to transport things or even people but that can e dangerous as sometimes people would go through one and never come out of the other” she spoke

“I have to fix a broken one” he blurted out. Draco didn’t know why he told her that, he didn’t really want to drag her into this.

“Why would you-” she cut herself off as it understanding “okay I’m not going to ask any questions but I guess I could help” she spoke

Draco was desperate as he had limited time left so he accepted her help.

“Thank you” he said sincerely. “Are you free tomorrow?” He asked

“Yes, but not at 6 otherwise my ass of a Quidditch captain might make me run laps if I’m late again” she winked before gathering her things and making her at to her room.

He chuckled slightly, laughing to himself.

The next couple days were going to be interesting.

Subtle (Part 3)

Word Count: 16.3K+
Rating: T
Catch up here, here, or here
Summary:  Barry and Iris’s pasts cause problems for both of them, but a small moment together provides a little solace.

Part 3: Shattered (Can You Put Me Back Together?)

The tension in the parked car could be cut with a knife. Barry, whose gaze had been fixed on the people walking past his window, cut a quick glance over his shoulder to look at his girlfriend sitting in the driver’s seat. A strand of her blonde hair had fallen in front of her eyes, but she made no attempt to brush it away. Her lips were pursed in a thin line and her eyes were narrowed as they stared sullenly out the front windshield. Despite the fact that the car had been turned off for the last ten minutes, her hands remained on the steering wheel that groaned under her palms from how tightly she was squeezing it. It was clear she was furious, and that fury, as evasive as she was attempting to make it appear, was clearly aimed directly at him, which was a conclusion that was confirmed when he reached out his hand to grab her right wrist, only for her to yank it out of his grasp before placing her hand back on the wheel.

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Name: Sweetest Downfall (Jaime Lannister x reader imagine)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Chapters: One shot

Warning: None

Tags: slight fluff, reader admiring Jaime

A/N: A little idea that led me to write a little story :) Enjoy!

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 4: At odds

Words: 1912

Tags: Angst, Feels, Humour, Fluff

Week 3 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

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Notes: This was supposed to be cute and fluffy and funny but it ended up being mostly angst and feels. I’m sorry and you’re welcome.

This kind of follows on from this so I recommend reading that one first, even though it’s not really 100% necessary.

Please let me know what you think once you’re done! :)

Felicity knows she’s drunk and really shouldn’t be arguing right now. Or even speaking right now. She should just be taking herself to bed by herself where she could sober up and then by morning be back to her normal, albeit a little hungover, self. But it has been a long week and she’s had too much wine and all rationality has left her brain. Not that there is ever really all that much rationality in there anyway. Not when it comes to Oliver. Especially not when it comes to Oliver.

And so here they are. Arguing about whether or not she can do the salmon ladder. She isn’t quite drunk enough yet to get up and prove to him that she can, but she is definitely drunk enough to keep arguing her point; her point being that although she is small and doesn’t work out half as much as she knows she probably should, she is absolutely certain that it can’t be that hard to do.

As far as arguments go, this really isn’t much of one at all. But being at odds with Oliver over something nonsensical like this is nice. It feels like old times when they’d exchange witty and sarcastic remarks back and forth all the time.

“Would you have told Sara that she couldn’t do it?”


“What about Laurel? Would you have told her that you didn’t think it was a good idea for her to try?”

“Hey, I-”

“Or what about Hel-”

“Felicity!” He yells, not loudly but it’s definitely a yell because let’s face it, she isn’t ever going to shut up naming his ex girlfriends otherwise is she? Felicity doesn’t let herself think about why his ex girlfriends doing the salmon ladder is suddenly important to her. And on the topic of whys, why is him yelling so attractive? Why is she staring at his mouth as he yells her name? “I never said that I didn’t think you could do it!”

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It’s Not That Easy (Read it on Ao3) - Chapter 3

Relationships: Black Hat x Dr. Flug

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings for this chapter: None

Summary: flug finds himself someone to protect him

N/A: just a heads-up up, I only have the following week left of vacations and then I’ll be at school. it’ll be either plenty more time to write (since I write on my phone) either a big lack of time to write haha

What the hell was happening.

Fifteen minutes earlier, he was sitting at his desk eating cornflakes, and now he was sitting on his bed next to a boy that certainly didn’t look human. He was probably going crazy or he was just really tired and all of this wasn’t real.

Hugging his pillow as tight as possible, he stayed quiet, occasionally glaring at the inhuman being next to him. Should he say something? Then again, what could he say? “Hello, nice to meet you even though I’m not even sure you’re real”? He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. Even if it was going to be in front of a hallucination.

The other seemed bored however, looking over the kid’s room, pausing when he saw something interesting. He didn’t even pay attention to the frightened human beside him. The silence was awkward but he was too lazy to break it. He was just going to wait for the other to get curious and ask who the heck is he, even if it meant waiting hours and hours. He had all the time in the world.

“W-what’s your name?”

He suddenly got off his daze, turning his eye to the human kid. So he COULD speak after all, and even though he thought he would ask “who are you?” instead, it was a pretty good start anyway.

“Tell me yours first,” he simply replied.

The human boy hesitated. He never liked his name. People would think it was extremely childish for him not to like his own name but he hated it to a point he simply chose a new one for him. Only he knew about it but it comforted him to be known with a pseudonym in the future. It even meant something!

Plus it was kinda cool.

“Flug,” he said. It meant “flight” in his mother language, German. Since he loved planes, he thought it was the best pseudonym ever he could find for himself.

“I’m Black Hat.”

Oh, a pseudonym too, Flug thought. Or at least it seemed one to him. He wondered why the other boy was calling himself that. Did it have a particular meaning to him? Meh, he’d ask him another day, this wasn’t important now. What was important was knowing who the heck he was.

“W-Why did you come here…?” he asked hesitantly, and Black Hat raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful.

“Let’s just say I’m here to do some business with you,” he answered after a while.


“Yeah. Let’s make a deal!” he exclaimed cheerfully.

Flug widened his eyes. A deal? What was the meaning of this? The only beings he knew who made deals and called it “business”… were demons. Wait… now that he thought about it…

Holy shit.

“Y-you’re… you’re…!” he stuttered. And here he was panicking, afraid once again of the horned being.

“Mmh?” said Black Hat, apparently not impressed. “Oh, yes, I am a demon. My apologies, I forgot to specify it.”

He was grinning wildly now, eyeing Flug sweat and back up on his bed as far as he could. It was actually entertaining to watch humans quiver in fear whenever they realized who he was. Or more specifically, WHAT he was. And what he could do.

“Now now, don’t be so afraid, dear. I told you already, didn’t I? I’m here to make a deal, not kill you.”

Yet Flug couldn’t keep himself from shaking. He didn’t know what this… thing wanted, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be living for long. Well, here was his dream of becoming an engineer going. Even if Black Hat said he wasn’t going to hurt him, he felt incredibly insecure and felt the need to leave or to throw him out of the window and forget about this for the rest of his life.

Instead, he just watched the other silently. If he survived the day, it was certainly going to be a miracle. At this point he didn’t know if he would die by the hand of the demon or because of a heart attack. Probably the latter.

“W-What kind of deal?” he finally asked, staring at the other intensely.

“Simple. I want your soul. In exchange, I will do anything you want for the rest of your life. It’s basically a win-win.”

“My soul…? Am I going to die?”

“Nah, it will just belong to me and give me the energy necessary to survive. You don’t need it. You just… won’t turn into a ghost once you die, I guess.”

Flug flinched. Ghost did exist? Well, that wasn’t reassuring. Then again, what was scarier, selling your soul to a demon or knowing that ghosts do exist? He wasn’t really sure actually. Leaving those thoughts in the back of his mind for now, he began to think about what he would answer to Black Hat. What did he have to lose? All he had to do was giving his soul to the demon and he would get anything he wants. It wouldn’t hurt him, he wouldn’t die.

But what does he want…?

“Well?” asked Black Hat, apparently getting impatient.

“S-Sorry. What can I ask you?”

“Anything. Money, protection, any item you want… Just call me and I’ll do it.”

Flug paused at the word “protection”. This was the only thing he ever wished to have. If he was protected, he wouldn’t have to hear how people call him. He wouldn’t have to see their judging eyes. He would be able to do everything he wanted and be free to do so only because no one would be able to stop him. The thought made him smile wildly, and Black Hat looked at him with confusion.

“T-Then… if you promise me you will always protect me, I’ll give you my soul.”

Black Hat smiled back and offered his hand, which Flug grabbed shyly.

“Then it’s a deal.”

The young students were all chatting curiously, glancing at Flug and the new guy who was by his side. He looked so weird! And he was with Flug, he was probably dumb as hell. Never would they even try to be his friends. On the other side, the two boys didn’t give a single care in the world. They could talk all they want, call them all they want, it was nothing that could break their good mood.

Earlier on in the morning, Black Hat had threatened and almost killed the director of the school if he didn’t let him be a student here for free. And if he was going to be honest, Flug had found the interaction pretty damn entertaining. Maybe it was just because he had always wished to get revenge on the adult who had never wanted to protect him from the harassing kids.

Black Hat on the other hand, was satisfied with the looks of fear the director has given him. He could do anything he wanted and he wouldn’t get in any trouble. Except, maybe, from the other kids. But he would find a way for them to respect him. It was just a matter of time, actually.

Now that would be perfect if they respected Flug too, but perhaps he would be able to make it work in the future. The most important part was keeping them away, really. The rest didn’t really matter. He wondered if he would have the chance to kill one of them someday, though.

Flug had told him that once the year was over, he’d enter middle school. Maybe things would get better there, who knows? Or maybe not. He’d be here anyway, so the other children could just hope to get an inch close to them if they were near dangerous. And his definition of “dangerous” wasgetting an inch close to them. If he was going to do his job he was going to do it right.

Flug suddenly stopped and he nearly bumped into him. Just as he was about to ask him why the fuck did he stop walking, he saw a group of three kids staring intensely at them. They didn’t look so friendly.

They were in for a long talk.


Earlier I was guilting myself a bit like, “sure I’m exhausted and everything hurts a bit but I should probably still go to the farmer’s market and that art fair.” And then I remembered I’m hosting a Dog Cousin Sleepover Party! Tomorrow and decided I should crawl back to my bedroom and only leave for snacks and walks. Jazz is very supportive of my life decisions.