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His Name [5]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Words: 7.6k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders.
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.


You’ve always hated the colour orange.

It reminds you of the eerie jack-o’-lanterns that haunted you as a child every Halloween. It reminds you of the sour citrus your mother used to give you, the carrots you used to dig out of your soup, your pet goldfish that you had to flush down the toilet once it died, the basketballs that hit your face and gave you a bleeding nose.

As an adult, you still hate the colour orange - especially because when he’s wearing it.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a fic where Sebastian (from Black Butler) is always hitting in the reader and making her flustered until she snaps and they kiss?

He was the devil.

That was the only explanation. It must have been for him to torture you so. He was the manifestation of the literal monster underneath your bed you’d thought you’d gotten rid of as a child. Your grim reaper, the skeletor come to claim your begotten soul-

“Miss Y/N?”


You froze in the middle of the conversation you’d been having with Bard at the call of your name. That voice was unmistakable.

“Bard!” You hissed, the hairs on the back of your neck stiffly rising as if you were a frightened feline. The useless chef rose an eyebrow at your display, a wisp of smoke escaping his pale lips from the loosely held cigarette between them. “I wasn’t here!”

Bard blinked as you frantically glanced around the room for a hiding spot, your body twitching like you had been possessed. Time was running short and you finally settled on diving into the pantry, slamming the doors shut just as you heard his voice a second time.

“I’m sure you know who I’m looking for, yes?”

A nervous chuckle.

“Ah, Y/N? No I don’t know where she is - that is if you’re even searching for her anyways, though I don’t know why you would - but I can definitely tell you that she is not in here.”

You stifled a groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend was a terrible liar, maybe even worse than his nonexistent cooking skills.

“I see. I must say, it would not hurt to look.”

When you had closed the pantry doors you had enclosed yourself into total darkness. This just made your other senses that much more sensitive, and you could feel your pulse racing as you registered movement outside. His footsteps were light, impossibly light - as if he were walking on air - but you could still hear the faint scuffle of his shoes on the kitchen floor. They were completely in time, sustaining a tempo you found to be ridiculously rhythmic for the simple act of walking.

The footfalls increasingly came closer to your shelter. If you listened hard enough, you swore you heard the chains dragging behind him, links and cuffs chinkling - your jailer - the drag of metal across the tile promising your inescapable future.

A moment of silence.

Another, and you sighed in relief.

Then light.

Bright crimson eyes split through the darkness, then disappeared into that close-eyed smile you were all too familiar with.

“Ah, there you are.”

You gulped.

This was it. This was why you ran away from him the moment you even caught a glimpse of silken gloves, of all black. You liked to consider yourself a spitfire, a blistering ball of courage. A fierce personality that could take down anyone in your way with your bare fists. After all, you did have to have a talent to be on the young master’s staff.


“H-Hey t-there haha….w-were you looking for me?”

But the moment this guy’s eyes met yours you found yourself turning into a puddle.

Sebastian tilted his head, observing you, before he outstretched his hand.

“Indeed I was. I merely wished to tell you that the young master has requested your presence. Do you need assistance?”

You attempted to keep even a shred of your dignity and shook your head. “N-No that’s alright. I’ll b-be fine.”

You were quick to get up, maybe too quick. The close proximity of your bodies made it hard for you to find any space to maneuver yourself, and consequently you tripped over your own feet in the act.

Quicker than you could comprehend, Sebastian caught you, one hand wrapped around your wrist, the other pressing into the arch of your back to steady you against his chest.

You swear you heard angels singing in the distance.

“You should be more careful,” He spoke calmly, the smooth, deep baritone heard clearly in your ear.

You wondered if someone could die from being overly embarrassed, and if not, there was always a first for everything, right?

“No - I mean yes, I mean uh,” You were sure you were going to pass out in five point nine seconds. “I will.”

“Good,” He said, holding you for longer than necessary, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. The bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing to you!

Before you could jam your knee up into where the sun doesn’t shine, he let go, walking away like nothing had happened.

Your hands fisted, and you returned to normal as you fought off the sensation of your knees turning to jelly.

“That arrogant little-”

“- piece of crap!”

The duster in your grip nearly snapped in two as you brushed it violently against the surfaces of the porcelain statues in the glass case you had been admiring. It was only when you nearly knocked over all the precious figures in your anger that you moved on from them, stopping at the piano in the corner.

“Thinks he’s so great,” You continued to mutter underneath your breath, lifting the fall-board to lightly dust the black and white piano keys beneath the cover. “With his crazy reflexes and ridiculously flawless skin. Stupid fairy. Has the audacity to mess with me. The next time I see him I swear I’ll-”


A sound equivalent to that of a dying hyena emitted from your throat as you jumped almost fifteen feet into the air. If not for the buttons on your clothes, you were sure you would have escaped them as well. The duster went flying from your fingers, but it was not a surprise to you to see that the bane of your life had caught it as easily as one would swat a mosquito.

Freaking ninja.


He shifted, his voice taking on that scolding tone he often used with hte rest of the staff that made them run with their tails behind their legs.

“Why, you did not quite finish your thought. You’d what?”

I’d take that tie of yours and shove it down your throat then hang you up by your coat tails you insufferable twat. See if you’d laugh then.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Was all you said instead. You’d chastise yourself later on your cowardice when the literal embodiment of perfection wasn’t standing three feet in front of you.

“I think you do,” He smiled again, but the expression did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, knowing him, it made them worse.

He took a step towards you.

Naturally, you took one back.

Then he took another.

You followed suit.

Another, and you turned to leg it out of there as quickly as possible.


Turns out you had been backing into the piano you’d been cleaning, and as such ran right into it. Within the time it took for you to register this, Sebastian was behind you, so close you could feel the collar of his suit brushing the back of your neck.

“I thought I told you to be more careful. You have a way with disobeying good advice.”

He pressed closer to you from behind and you leaned away, your hands flattening down into the piano keys and creating an unpleasant, chaotic series of sounds.

“It’s not like I do it on purpose.” Pest.

Sebastian hummed. “Somehow that doesn’t make it better. Will I have to punish you?”

You ignored the way your stomach turned to goo at that comment.

“You demon,” You mumbled bitterly.

The hand hovering by your waist landed, and you heard a faint sardonic chuckle. “You’d be surprised.”


He gave you no time to even dwell on that thought, twisting you around to face him. He dipped down even closer, and all you could see was the tunnel of red that was his eyes, sucking you in.

Wait, closer?

“H-Hey!” You lifted a hand to push at his chest but found that it only trapped you further. “Wait!”

Your cheeks burned brighter, breath hitching in your throat as his nose brushed yours. Close. He was so close you could count every eyelash framing that unnatural crimson gaze. You’d have thought you would be able to feel his breath but there was none? His skin was ice to the touch where it skimmed yours, a good contrast to how high your temperature was running at the moment.

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for something, anything.


And waiting.


Your eyes opened in confusion only to see that he had backed up, amusement dancing in his expression again.

“There,” He said simply.

“What?” Was your intelligent response.

He lifted the duster you’d forgotten he even had, pointing it towards a section on the piano, before placing it down. “You missed a spot; I fixed it. That was all.”

You resisted the urge to let your mouth fall open.


“Me?” He questioned innocently. A tsk left him. “Why, Y/N, were you perhaps expecting something else?”

You were speechless, the flush crawling up your neck and spreading across the apple of your cheeks now becoming uncomfortably hot. A splutter left you in anger, but you knew you couldn’t even argue.

“Now if you’d excuse me.” He walked away yet again, leaving you a mess. Before he was completely out of the doorway he paused. “Oh and before I forget, your punishment. An extra hour of helping Finnian in the gardens should suffice.”

The moment he left, the duster was flung into the wall, truly snapping in two this time as an enraged shout filled the air.

“I’m going to kill him!”

The spoon left the cup of ice-cream to land in your mouth.

You melted with a delighted hum around the metal on your tongue. Usually any and everything sweet in the household was used for the young master and him only, but you’d managed to be rewarded the rare delicacy that day on your lunch break.

You ate another scoop, stepping outside to enjoy the breeze. The sky was bluer than you’d ever seen it, and you sighed happily. Nothing could ruin your mood now.


Was that a cat?

You turned, only for the cheerful song playing in your mind to come to a sudden halt, like a record malfunctioning. There was a cat yes, but next to the kitty was a certain butler. Your first reaction was to run, or perhaps become one with the side wall of the mansion, but everything changed when you cleared your panicked thoughts to actually just look.

It was not one cat like you originally thought, but three that crowded around the man. His face was content, and you were shocked at the fact that he was letting the felines rub their heads into the palm of his hand, one of them merely curling up by his foot.

It was, dare you say, cute?

Nope. Nope, nope. You would not fall prey to his manipulative charms. You were stronger than that, a feared, respected member of the Phantomhive mansio-

Okay that cat just yawned and cuddled his shoe and you were gone.

“I didn’t take you for someone that would spy on others.”

You were knocked out of your fantasy by the words, and you took a startled step back. Sebastian’s focus was still on the affectionate kittens, but you knew he was talking to you.

“I am not!” You found you were quick to defend, and cleared your throat, calming. “I was only out here to enjoy the breeze. Don’t act like you own the garden, Sebastian.” You took another bite of your treat in defiance.

He lifted from his crouch, in front of you with only three long strides. You stayed rooted in your spot. He narrowed his eyes, as if looking at something, then nodded to himself. You could only stare as he removed one of his gloves, pinching the fabric in his teeth and pulling it clean off.


That was not needed. Why couldn’t he just take it off like a normal person?? Did he want you to faint??

“You’ve got something…right here.” He reached upwards to brush his thumb across the corner of your bottom lip. When he removed it, it came away with a pink, milky substance. It must have been a trick of the light, but his eyes seemed to flash the same colour as he slowly licked his thumb.

A smirk. “Delicious.”

Everything stopped.

In the distance, you think you heard something cracking, but maybe that was just the dam of restraint snapping within you. 

It was as if you were watching yourself from outside your own body as you saw your hands reach out to grab his collar. The motions felt distant, detached when you yanked him down, but you were spun widely into control again once your lips connected harshly to his.

The cup fell to the floor, spilling its contents.

He froze, but you were not stopping, not now, and you took this rare chance to tangle your fingers in that soft mass of midnight hair you’d always wanted to touch. Heat seared your lips as you pulled yourself into him, forced his mouth open under yours, a long shiver rolling down your spine.

It was only when you felt him get over his initial shock and begin to respond - which must have taken what, four seconds? - that you disconnected.

That,” you growled, chest heaving. “is for antagonizing me. Feel free to forget I ever did it, please do.”

He stared.

With that you whipped around and stormed away, face red but your steps hard and infuriated. “And you owe me ice-cream!”

Sebastian’s eyes contracted into fuchsia slits, predatory excitement conflicting with another emotion that had him tightening his hold on his glove.

This was the first time he could honestly say in the last hundred years, that he had been made utterly, completely, surprised.


Friction - [EXO] Chanyeol!Au

Originally posted by bhaek

“You guys have the same hands.”
“You guys have the same smile.”
“You do realize you two finish each other’s sentences, right?”

One more time you hear that guys name, you’re going to flip the table and pay no conscience to the consequences. “Why is she here.” Chanyeol storms in the pharmacy when you sat at the counter. “Because the duty roster says I’m here. And stop talking like I’m not here. I’m sitting here and I can listen to every shit you say thank you very much.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not enjoying this either.” You shot. “You guys better stop fighting. You know the elders say, if you keep on quarrelling, you’ll end up marrying each other.” Jongdae scolds and Minseok snorted. “I’m sure Chanyeol will have to suffer will all the things at arm’s length.” Minseok added and fueled the hate. “Don’t mock my height you bunch of giants!” You yelled.

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Handwriting [Zach Dempsey x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/n) finds pickup lines in her compliment bags and wants to know who is the author. Once she finds out, she decides to play his game and does the same, hoping that it will take her crush as long as it did for her. It doesn’t and he confronts her at Monet’s.

Word count: 3017

Warnings: none; just fluff

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting because I was moving and stuff, thanks for being patient with me.

If you want to request something go here. Enjoy!

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

Peer communications, queue the eye roll. The only thing good about that class was that you sat next to your best friend, Clay Jensen. You were the one to incite him to put something in his- even though he denies it- crush Hannah Baker’s compliment bag. Compliment bags, you had to admit that the idea was original but you didn’t think that Ms. Bradley had considered the disappointment a student could feel when their bag was empty. It’s hard to believe that anyone wouldn’t receive anything, there are always people here for you, even if you don’t know it. Yet, every day, as you stay longer to watch people check their bags, you see your crush, Zach Dempsey, taking an empty hand out of his bag.

“How is that possible? A popular guy like him, nothing.” You wondered, “If only I were as brave as Clay and build up the courage to leave a note or something.”

You quickly grabbed your bag, and headed towards the door when Ms. Bradley spoke up, “(Y/n)? Why don’t you check your bag?” she asked.

You didn’t know how to answer, “Uh…” you responded.

“Well, since you don’t seem to have come up with a good excuse, I suppose that you will have to see what compliments you have received since the last time you checked the bag.” She urged, gesturing towards the brown bag with your name on it.

Sighing, you walked towards it and dug your hand into the bag. Surprisingly, your hand was met with a small quantity of papers. You grabbed them and took them out, placing them on the table to be able to reorganize them and left with the small stack you had just made.

You unfolded the first paper:

How should I dress for Halloween? I know like (Y/n)! I’ll be a queen cause that’s what you are babe.

                                                                                            Xoxo Jess

You smiled at her cute message and unravel the next paper. Inside was a small doodle of a bear and a cake, immediately, you knew that this was from Clay. Below the drawing was small note making a reference about your love for food. You continued to open all the papers from your friends like Sheri, Hannah and Jeff. They all were very sweet and you made a mental note to place a note in each one of their bags. Finally, there was a paper in which the handwriting was not familiar to you. Inside, there was quote “Whatever you are, be a good one.” -Lincoln. But it was not all, underneath was a short message, I think Lincoln would be proud of me if I were your boyfriend, because I’d be a great one. You laughed softly at the pick-up line and looked to the bottom of the paper for a signature but there was none. You placed all your notes and headed home.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock. You groaned loudly, not understanding why the universe won’t let you sleep in. You got ready and headed down the stairs for breakfast. You were alone since both your parents were on a business trip. You made yourself breakfast and started eating. Once you were done, you cleared up and left the house to meet Clay’s at his. Together, you left to go to the school. You got there and grunted, you had peer communications. You trudged to the classroom and slumped into your seat as the teacher droned on about how important it was to treat your friends properly, “No really?”.

After what seemed like an eternity, class ended and you went to check your brown bag. There, you found two papers: another drawing from Clay and another letter from the unknown admirer.

“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” -Gandhi. I wish to see more love in the world, I can be the change by being your boyfriend.

You grinned and headed to Clay, “Hey Clay, I received these notes in my compliment bag,” you showed him the notes, “do you know who they might be from?” you asked.

He smirked, “A secret admirer (Y/n)? Maybe it’s a certain 6”3 jock…” he eyed Zach and then winked at you, “Or just somebody else, I have literally no idea (Y/n).” he shrugged and you punched him in the shoulder.

“I’m serious! Do you not recognize the writing or something?” You asked, desperate for a lead.

“Nope, sorry (Y/n).”

This was how a majority of your day wen, asking your friends if they knew whose writing was on the paper yet none of them knew anything, whoever this ghost was, he didn’t leave a single lead.

The letters continued coming throughout the week, one per day. Each one of the letters contained a quote with a sweet follow-up. You were getting curious about who this secret admirer was but no one seemed to remember anything about the writing. It was starting to frustrate you but you never gave up. Looking everywhere for the same particular handwriting, in vain. This admirer was a ghost and it was tiring you, the same questions floating through your mind 24/7, “Who is he?”, “Is he a nice guy?” or “What kind of person is he?” … You pondered but your questions when unanswered.

You were in Biology class, doodling the person from today’s quote, Einstein, on your book while half-listening to the teacher. You looked at the clock, you were only halfway through the class when you the teacher’s voice rose, “Mr. Dempsey,” Zach eyes lifted to her, “please write on the board what differentiates prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells, the rest of you,” she turned to the rest of the class, “copy it down once I checked if his answers are correct.”

Zach stood up and headed towards the board. He picked up a pen and drew two columns, writing the name of one of the cells on each side. You straightened, the writing, it was familiar. You took the message you had received today and unfolded it. You lifted it besides the board, the writing was very similar, nearly identical. You finally knew, your secret admirer was none other than Zachary Dempsey. Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with thoughts. It was impossible that nobody knew one of the most popular kids in school’s writing, so how did Zach do it? He knew you better than you thought, somehow, he had anticipated who you would ask and stopped them from revealing anything. He had gone to great lengths to avoid your discovery of his identity, why? It isn’t like the feeling wasn’t mutual, you liked him back. Doubt settled into you, what if it was a prank? Or a dare? You continued writing down everything, seeing the looks your friends shoot looks at you, probably wondering if you had recognized the writing, you acted like nothing exceptional had happened and they seemed to fall for it.

When the bell rang, you headed for Clay to not look suspicious while contemplating how you would make Zach understand that you knew his little secret. At that instant, it hit you. You were going to do the same thing to him, but slightly differently so that he didn’t know it was you.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Earth to (Y/n).” you jumped, a hand was waving in front of your face, bringing you out of your trance, “What were you thinking about?” Clay asked once he saw that you were with him.

“Nothing important, don’t worry.” You waved him off.


“Sorry, you were saying something before I kinda zoned out.”

At that, Clay started his story about what had happened at the Crestmont the evening before with Hannah. You carefully listened to him until, his story was over and you had reached his house. He invited you in but you politely refused, needing to go home to do your homework and prepare Zach’s little surprise.

Once again, the alarm clock woke you up and your morning routine started again as you dragged your feet out of your bed. You had a slight burst in your step, excited about what you would give Zach. You checked your bag for the small piece of paper and left once you had verified that it was there.

Before your first period, you slipped into the peer communications classroom and placed the piece of paper into Zach’s empty bag. You then left to class, a sneaky smile adorning your face.

For the first time in your life you were impatient for peer communications. When it was time, you rushed to the classroom, thinking that somehow it would come faster. You sat down in your seat besides Clay, looking towards Zach.

During the class, you were someplace else, imagining the different endings things that could happen today after Zach found your note. Your eyes went from Zach to the bags to the teacher, the loop repeating endlessly.

“Miss (L/n)!” you snapped out of your daze, “Bringing your mind to class along with your body would be greatly appreciated.” She said, earning sniggers from everyone.

You blushed and nodded, trying to make eye contact with anyone. Unfortunately, you couldn’t resist looking up and your eyes met Zach Dempsey’s dark eyes, he was smiling, his arm was slung over the back of the chair, allowing a more comfortable position to be able to see you. Immediately, you buried your face in your arms, even more humiliated than before.

After thirty more minutes of peer communications, the bell finally rang. You got up and headed towards your compliment bag. Hurriedly, you grabbed your note and ran out, before Zach got to read his note. You couldn’t resist knowing how he would react so you stayed, your head peeping out of the door frame.

You watched as the tall boy idly chat with Hannah, not feeling any jealousy, knowing that she liked Clay. His shoulders shook in laughter at something Hannah said and they both checked their bags. You saw his eyebrows raise when his fingers encountered your note. Your eyes followed his hands as he unfolded it and chuckle at your little pick-up line and message. He looked around, hoping to find his messenger but, no one was left besides him and Hannah. You ran off, not wanting to be caught when he left the classroom and ruin your plan.

Throughout the day, you observed as he walked around school asking his friends if they recognized the writing. You got a sense of déjà-vu when you saw him going from person to person. You grinned slightly. He had asked most of his friends but hadn’t asked Justin Foley yet. His last hope. You didn’t share any classes with Justin so it was impossible that he knew that it was you. You smile grew even more.

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, “What’s got you so happy?” Clay asked.

“Well, I found my secret admirer.”

Clay’s smile faltered a bit before returning to normal, “Really? Who is it?”

You threw him a skeptical look, “Don’t play dumb with me Jensen.” You shoved him gently, “I know that he’s got you in on it, along with Sheri, Jess and everyone else.”

He was completely found out but, stupidly, he decided to continue with the whole charade, “I have absolutely no idea who and what you are talking about my dear (Y/n).”

“Lose the act Clay. I know that Zach was partnered with you for a History project at the beginning of the year.” You told him, making him lose every excuse he had prepared mentally.

“Fine.” He raised his hands in the air, “You got me. But, you did the same to Hannah by not telling her it was me.” He argued.

“Hannah is not my best friend Clay, you are! But, if you want, I can tell her everything.” You threatened.

His eyes widened, “Don’t, I so sorry (Y/n)! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Nope.” You grinned as you saw the blue-eyed girl at the end of the hallway, “Hey Hannah!” you waved towards her, “I need to talk to you about something.”

You ran towards her and left an angry Clay behind you. He knew this would not end well because you were tremendously reckless and always kept your word. He groaned loudly, knowing that you were probably scare Hannah off by either overselling or underselling him. You pretty much threw his chances at dating Hannah Baker out the window.

You had told Hannah to meet you at Monet’s at four. You walked inside and saw her ordering a drink. You walked to her and tapped on her shoulder, greeting her.

She turned around, smiling, “Hey (Y/n)! I was just ordering, do you want anything?”

“Yes please. I’ll have a (f/d) please.” You asked the barista, reaching for your cash.

Hannah placed her hand one the arm that was rummaging in your bag, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” She smiled, paying the guy, “You’ll just owe me one.” You thanked her as you both headed to a free table with your drinks.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she asked.

“I need you to answer me honestly,” she nodded, “I promise I won’t tell anyone. You like Clay, like in a ‘more than friends’ way. True or false?” you asked bluntly.

Her eyes widened, not expecting that question, “I-uh, I-that’s t-true.” She stuttered.

A grin etched itself on your face, “Great!” you exclaimed, surprising her.

“Next question. Do you know who is placing those little drawings in your compliment bag?”

Hannah cocked her head slightly to the side at the weird question, “No. You know that.”

“Good, good.” You said, slightly creeping Hannah out.

“Well, Hannah Baker, let me explain everything you do not know.” You grinned at her maliciously. And told her everything, spilling Clay’s secrets. During your story, Hannah’s facial emotions varied from excitement to surprise, nearly all of them positive.

Once you were done, she spoke up, “Please tell me this isn’t a cruel prank and it’s the truth.”

You placed your hand on your chest in mock horror. “Firstly, I am shocked that you would believe that I would pull such a horrible prank on such a sweet soul like you. I would only pull a prank like that on somebody like Bryce.” You made a gagging sound, “Secondly, you promised that you would be honest thus, by the law of equality I have promised as such in an unspoken way.” You joked, “No but seriously, I wouldn’t do that to you, I swear that I am telling you the truth.” You assured.

“Okay…” she smiled, “I believe you.”

“You have to go see Clay and tell him you like him back because this game of obliviousness is really annoying me and little Jensen is too chicken to do anything about it.” You both laughed.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” She beamed.

The two of you continued talking about various subjects and found out new things about each other. You spent about an hour growing closer until the door opened and you saw Zach and the rest of the jocks walk in, his eyes looking straight towards you. You looked behind you but there was no one.

Hannah raised her eyebrows suggestively at you, “He’s looking at you (Y/n).” she whispered, smirking. During your bonding, you might have told her about the whole Zach story.

The both of you watched the dark-haired boy tell his friends to order and sit down without him. They did as such and he turned to your table, marching towards you.

Conveniently, Hannah’s drink was empty, she grabbed and said, “Well, I need a refill so, I’m gonna go.” She winked at you and left.

You were still sending daggers at her back when somebody sat in her seat, not somebody, Zach. You looked up, your (e/c) eyes meeting his warm brown ones. He sighed, placing his bag on the ground beside him. He slid a piece of paper towards you and you reached in your pocket, sliding the note you received today towards its author. You both grasped the pieces of paper and unfolded them.

Your eyes met your own writing and you smiled, “How did you know?” you asked smirking slightly.

“Justin saw you peeking through the door frame this morning and when I came today, asking him if he recognize the writing with the context I gave him, he put two and two together and told me.” He replied. You mentally cursed yourself for not looking at your surroundings, “What about you? How did you know?”

“Biology.” You said, “you were asked to write down the differences between two cells, I recognized the writing.” He hummed in comprehension.

You both stayed in silence until you couldn’t bear it, curiosity and doubt got the better of you, “So… Was it a prank?”

His back straightened and his eyes widened, “No! No! Not at all! I meant everything, about being your boyfriend. Listen (Y/n), I think that it’s great that you’re not only beautiful but, smart, independent and so many other things! I really like you (Y/n) and I’d like to be more than friends, if you’d let me.” He looked up at you, hope vibrant in his eyes.

You placed your hand over his, “That’d be great.” You smiled and his eyes twinkled.

He took your hand in his and grinned, “Really?” he asked, not believing that this was really happening.

“Absolutely,” his smiled widened, “but, you have to take me on a date before we make anything official.”

He sighed, glad that it wasn’t some horrible condition you gave him, “How about Rosie’s, tonight?” He offered.

“Pick me up at 7.” You both smiled widely.

“It’s a date!” he said before leaving to get back to his friends.

Hannah returned to her seat, sipping on her newly refilled drink, “Spill. What happened between you and Dempsey?” she asked.

You grinned and told her everything that had happened after she left. Your mind mainly wandering to your date with your crush tonight.

Someday- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Request: “anonymous asked:
prompt: how about reader taking care of graves after a serious auror fight? no smut pls”

Warnings: None…just some fluff and good ol’ fashioned angst! xD

A/N: Ugh I really, really loved writing this one. I hope I managed to capture his character alright…it’ll get easier the more i do it. Just a side-note, I did make some things up for this just for the sake of the story. I have no idea how the laws work in the American wizarding world, but I made up some for the sake of the story, as well as some other slight magical elements that I wasn’t exactly sure of. Enjoy! Let me know what you think! 

I swayed slightly on my feet, bracing my hand against the nearest wall. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, waiting for the room to stop its tilting and the ground beneath my feet to steady. Apparating after a fight was always rough, as the adrenaline was slowly squeezed out of my bones and exhaustion seeped in to take its place.

“You alright?” a familiar voice asked.

My eyes fluttered open to see Dortman, a fellow auror, watching me with a scrutinizing expression. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He looked just as weary as I felt, like my limbs were weighed down with lead. Though perhaps that was what happened after fighting a losing battle. We hadn’t lost one in a while.

Which just reminded me that Grindelwald and his followers were becoming more and more dangerous by the second.

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Can’t Help Falling In Love (Jacob x Reader)

Originally posted by fandcm-world

Summary: Jake finds out that you can play the piano, and asks you to play a song for him.

Warnings: Nada.

Author’s Note: wowzas okay here’s a lil jacob imagine for you today !! i really recommend listening to elvis presley’s can’t help falling in love (or you could listen to twenty one pilots’ or dodie clark’s covers of it) since obvs it was my inspiration for this imagine. hope you enjoy it !!

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A mission gone awry leaves Hanzo fighting for his life, and McCree in limbo, waiting for him to come back…wanting to take revenge, and realising just how much Hanzo has come to mean to him.

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

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Imagine Kissing Scotty

(Look at that edit I made that)
Pairing: Montgomery Scott x Reader
Word Count: 643 (I got carried away with this one.)
Warnings: Handmade fluff
A/N: Thanks to @youre-on-a-starship for throwing me back into the Scotty trash can. Go read their fics! ‘The Part that Counts’ is killing me and I love it. Part 3/5 of this imagine series. These are so fun! I think I might to Marvel characters next. Enjoy! xx

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Newbie - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 1)

Requested by Anon: Can you write an imagine where you are the new physical therapist of the Penguins and help Geno with his rehab? It can be OTP-like or BROTP-like :) Thanks in advance

A/N: Hello! So, I’m going to rant a little about this. This is such a good idea, I love it; but I feel like it would have been weird and unnatural to write about a relationship that it’s too new to actually be a friendship or a romantic relationship. But I love the idea, and I’d love to make a series out of it, not only with Geno but with the rest of the team as well… a PT diaries or something like that. Thoughts?

Word count: 1171

Warnings: none.

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Originally posted by ehghtyseven

I reread the medical report, making sure I haven’t missed anything. It is my first day at the job and I don’t want to mess it up. This is the opportunity of a lifetime and I want to give a great first impression.

My name is (y/n) and I’m the new physical therapist of the Pittsburgh Penguins. I’ve been a Penguins fan since I was a baby, and to be part of the organization and getting to interact with the players makes me want to pinch myself to make sure this is real.

There is a soft knock on my new office’s door and the door opens, my boss and a tall figure getting inside the still really messy room.

“Hello (y/n)” Dr. Wright, head of the medical stuff, says and I give him a smile, “how are you doing?”

“So far so good.” I answer, looking at the man standing behind him.

I have been reading his file for the last hour and it takes all I have for me not to get on my feet and ask him to take a selfie with me.

“I’m glad to hear that.” my boss gives me a nod before turning around, “I’d like to introduce you to Evgeni Malkin. He is going to be your first patient.”

I stand up and walk around my desk and standing before the men, shaking Evgeni’s hand. He is way taller than I am, so I need to tilt my head slightly to look at his face.

“I’ve been reading your file.” I inform them and Dr. Wright looks pleased, “you have a couple torn tendons in your knee.”

“How painful is it going to be?” Evgeni asks.

“I’m pretty sure you are in a lot of pain already…” I say, grabbing the folder from my desk and looking at the x rays and diagnose, “I think you are going to need at least a week of therapy before even thinking about skate again, maybe more”

Both men take a moment to think about what I’ve said before Evgeni looks at me again.

“When do we start?” he is impatient to start his recovery and I don’t blame him.

“Right now, if you are ready” I suggest and he gives me a quick nod.

“I’ll go change” and he pretty runs out of the room.

I look at door for a second, before turning my face to my boss. He is smiling and I can’t make up why.

“First day. Don’t let him give you too much crap” he advices and I chuckle, “he is a big fish in the locker room, if he respects you the whole team will”

“Thanks for the advice” I say to him, grabbing my new Penguins hoodie and putting it on, ready to head to the gym where I’m going to be working for a long, long time, I hope.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here, (y/n)” Dr. Wright says as a goodbye and we both walk away.

I’m getting the things ready when Evgeni walks in, wearing a pair of workout shorts and a hoodie. His knee is swollen and bruised and I frown.

“It look pretty nasty” he just shrugs.

I nod in agreement, lifting a balance board and carrying it to the center of the room. The board has what it looks like a rubber ball cut in half attached to the bottom and Evgeni looks at it.

“I want to evaluate how bad is your pain before getting a rehab plan ready for you” I explain to him, “and I think that massages and maybe acupuncture will be needed”

“Sounds good” he just answers.

We start working. It is easy to work with him, he does exactly what I tell him and doesn’t complain at all when I make him repeat something.

“How bad is the pain?” I ask him for the hundredth time while he is standing on the balance board, one of his hands on my shoulder.

“What’s the scale?” he wonders and I laugh.

“One to ten, how bad?”

“A solid eight” he says and I raise my eyebrow, he is in a lot of pain and he is not even wincing.

“It doesn’t look like you are hurting that much” I comment and he smirks.

“I am Russian. We are real men in Russia” he states and I look at him, trying to figure out if he is kidding or not. He isn’t.

“I’ll keep that in mind” I joke and he smiles, “hop down”

He steps down and I shake my head.

“HOP down” I emphasize ‘hop’.


“Just a small one” and I push him back on top of the board, his hand quick to grip my arm so he doesn’t lose his balance, “c’mon, big boy”

He gives me a dirty look before hopping down, wincing when he lands.

“Ouch” he says before he can hold it and I write it on my notes.

“Alright, we are done for today. Sit down, let’s ice your knee” I pretty much push him down, making him sit on the floor.

I walk to the small fridge/freezer and grab a pack of ice and two bottles of water, handing one of them to Evgeni before wrapping the ice on a towel and carefully holding it against the back of his knee.

“Alright, it’s your time now” he says and I give him an interrogative look, “The team expects me to give them a full report on you”

“Is that right?” I roll my eyes and he laughs.

“It’s my duty as alternate” and I can’t help it but to laugh, “ready?”

“Do I have another choice?” and he shakes his head, “go ahead then”

“What’s your name?”


“Where are you from?”


“Any nicknames?”

“I’m sure that you’ll give me one”

“Very true. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Husband? Wife?”


“That’s surprising” he says and I bite my cheek in embarrassment.

“Anything else?”

“Team you like the least?”

“(Team you dislike)”

“Favorite player?”


“Pittsburgh Penguins, of course”

“Ask me that question in a couple months”

“I will” he assures me.


He looks at me straight in the eyes and I hold his gaze until he starts laughing.

“Call me Geno” he says.

“What an honor” I joke and he smiles even bigger.

“Don’t hold the sass, you are gonna need it” he tells me and I nod.

“I can handle a bunch of big guys”

“I don’t doubt it” and he pulls his leg away, “too cold”

I nod and get up, offering him my hand to help him up.

“You have my blessing in the locker room” he informs me and I laugh.

I start picking stuff up and putting it back on its place.

“Tomorrow at 10am, Geno”

“Yes, ma’am” he says and I frown.

“Call me ma’am again and we are gonna have some trouble”

“Understood…ma’am” and he walks out the room.

God, these guys were going to be a handful, but I love a good challenge.

Chocolates and a rose. (emo-rock valentine’s day story)


Faith stared at the foot of her bed. Or more specifically, the heart-shaped box of chocolates ON the foot of her bed. There it lay, in all it’s pink glory, with a little golden ribbon wrapped around it’s side. On the box, a small card read “Will you be my Valentine’s? -Amelia

The sister didn’t know whether to blush or feel weirded-out. Sure, she liked her sister, but as SISTERS. Nothing more, nothing less. This had to be some sort of prank… Faith grabbed the box and tore off the gold ribbon. She flipped the cover off, and stared at the wild assortment of chocolates. White, dark, milk, peanut, you name it, there was a 1/25 chance it was in that box. She gingerly picked the white one and popped it into her mouth. H-o-l-y s-h-i-t. Faith tasted the chocolate with astonishment. She was, by no means, a connoisseur in chocolate, but DAMN this was good. Something like that, along with the rest of the chocolates (assuming they were of the same amazing quality), would have cost quite the cash. Which meant two things: 

1) This was a very expensive prank.

2) It wasn’t a prank and these chocolates were actually a gift of affection…

For Faith…

And according to the card that now lay face-down on the carpet, from Amelia.


Amelia gawked at the thing she found on the piano keys. The moment she had lifted the fall board, the little thing hit her eye like a firework. Though it might as well have. 

A thornless rose lay on the piano tiles, but that wasn’t the main thing that struck Amelia. It was the fact that every petal was of a different color. Red, then green, then blue, then purple, it was like a bloom of rainbow blood. She gingerly picked up the rose, and brought it to her nose. God, it was real… The smell coming from the flower was definitely real. It could have been for someone else, heck, anyone else, but the intended recipient was quite clear. Cut into the stalk with a delicate hand, in tiny words, read “Amelia, from Faith”

There was only one thing to do for something like this. 

Faith reached for the canister underneath her bed.

Amelia slipped her own out of the bag that was by the door. 

Both walked to the door frames of the rooms they were in.

The piano room and the bedroom were facing each other from the staircase landing, and an electric blue eye met 2 crimson eyes. 

Both fingers curled around the white nozzle.

“Amelia.” Faith acknowledged.

“Faith.” Amelia declared.

A second passed, and the tension was almost visible. A laundry basket toppled out of a room in the middle of the hallway and fell down the stairs.

A pale finger twitched. A tanned one moved.

And as one, both rushed each other, raising the canisters…

Of holy water.

Pressing down the white nozzles, the sacred liquid from @mmm-juicey filled the space, and dampened the sisters’ hair and clothes. Faith grit her teeth against the cold mist, and countered by directing her own at Amelia’s glasses. Soon, the glasses were rendered unusable and Faith took this opportunity to duck and twist around the girl’s waving arm, and sprayed her back with all the power she could muster. “GAH!” the nerd cried out at the cold feeling now spreading across her back. With a feral growl, she swung the canister around and sprayed in the estimated direction of where Faith was. Not only did she get the sister, but she unknowingly sprayed her face.

Spitting out the liquid, Faith redoubled her efforts and aimed every available part of Amelia’s body, coating it all with a fine layer of holiness. You could FEEL the amount of divination in this fight, with the ceiling light above them casting though the mist and creating small rainbows. On top of that, rays of light danced around and cast spots of light amongst the surrounding walls and the 2 girls.

Outside of the house, where the sounds of scuffling could be heard, what appeared to be the silhouette of an angel crouched on a tree branch, spectating the ongoing battle with mild entertainment. This was definitely worth all the money and time. Grinning wildly, he decided to flee the scene. Spreading his wings, the man shot into the night… And disappeared in a flash of blue light.

Last Name (Batfam x Batsis!Reader)

Request?: Yep: Anonymous requested: “can I request #54 with batsis x batfam where the reader is the same age as Damian and when Bruce wants to take her in she refuses at first but then she meets the boys or something idk sorry if you don’t want to haha thank youuuuuuuuu”

54: “I don’t need your help.”

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this one, and I got a bit carried away, anyways, hope I got your prompt correct, and hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2576

Warnings: Mugging, mentions of rape, mentions of kidnapping. 

Patrolling the streets of Gotham alone one night, Batman heard a quiet plea for help. As he made his way to the alley he heard the sound from, he noticed a small girl in the corner. She was staring at the crime taking place, wide eyed. A man had pulled a woman into the alley, and was forcing her to give him her purse.

He quietly observed from the rooftop as the girl grabbed the closest heavy object to her, which happened to be a wooden board, and slowly walked up to pair, completely unnoticed. The woman was shaking, handing over her purse, as the man was getting handsy, but before he could grab the purse from her hands, the girl lifted up the board and hit him over the head.

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Of All The Flights

It was probably fairly creepy of him, watching this woman while waiting to board his plane, but Joe couldn’t help it.

He was captivated.

Not that she was doing anything special, just fiddling with her camera and checking her phone, waiting to get on a plane just the same as him, the same as all the people sat around them.

Perhaps it was the way her hair fell around her face, or the way her eyes were studying, drifting from person to person before falling back onto the devices in her lap. Maybe it was the way she occasionally lifted a hand to the necklace she had on, moving the small charm back and forth on the chain, or perhaps just the calming feeling she seemed to be giving off.

Whatever it was, Joe couldn’t bring himself to look away.

So when she happened to look up, meeting his stare, he panicked. But then she offered him a kind smile, one that he was thankfully able to return, before she blushed and ducked her head, looking back down at the phone in her hand.

Knowing he needed to stop, he finally dragged his eyes away from her, lifting them to the board that held information for the flights, including the one he had been patiently waiting for.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for his eyes to drift back over to where she was sitting.

Or…where she had been sitting. Because she was gone.

But her camera was still there.

Joe knew first hand how much panic forgetting a camera could cause, so he was out of his seat quickly, slinging his carry on bag over his shoulder as he crossed over to her vacated seat, picking up the camera quickly.

Glancing around, he saw a glimpse of her in the crowd. With the camera in hand, Joe began to weave his way through the bodies, doing his best to keep an eye on her, not wanting to lose her before he could return the camera.

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me…” He mumbled to the disgruntled people, ignoring the looks being sent in his direction.

Once he was within arms reach of the woman, he tapped her briefly on the shoulder, smiling when she looked over at him.

“Hi,” Joe said, thrusting the camera towards her suddenly, “Sorry, but I saw you leave this at your seat and thought you might want it back.”

“Oh,” She blushed, taking it gently, “Thank you. Don’t know what I would have done if I lost that.”

“I understand that,” He laughed, “My camera is my job.”

“Mine too.”


“Youtuber.” She corrected, and went to open her mouth to explain, but he shook his head quickly.

“I know what it is, I’m one too.” He smiled, “I’m Joe, by the way.”


“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He replied, and before he could say anything else, the boarding call for his section was announced. “I have to go…”

“Me too.” She smiled sadly, “But thanks for returning the camera.” She lifted it, “And I’ll find you online.”

“I hope you like the videos.” Joe sent her one last smile before turning and weaving back through the crowd towards his gate, glancing over his shoulder one last time, but she had already disappeared.

It was just after he had settled into his seat, prepared for the long flight ahead of him, that he heard his name: “Joe?”

Glancing up, he let out a surprised laugh, because there Y/N was, ticket and passport in hand.

“You’re on this flight too?”

“Yeah,” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear shyly, “Just a few seats back, actually.”

“Imagine that.”

“Miss,” The flight attendant appeared at her side, “I just need you to take your seat…”

“Right, sorry!” Y/N glanced over at Joe, “Come find me when you’re allowed?”

“Will do.”

“See you soon then.” She sent him a smile before finally making her way to her own seat, leaving him sat there, shaking his head in disbelief.

Of all the planes and all the flights…

The flight itself flew by, with the two of them jumping back and forth to each other’s seats, talking first about their YouTube career’s before shifting onto other topics, slowly getting to know each other. And Joe simply found himself becoming more and more captivated by the woman he had been staring at in the airport.

For the first time ever, he found himself sad when the plane began its descent into London, knowing that it meant he’d have to say goodbye to Y/N, when he was only just starting to say hello.

The two walked slowly down the hallway, letting the people rush past them, wanting to get through security and get their bags and leave, but not them. They were in no rush, wanting to spend just that little bit longer together.

But eventually, they made it to security, and then to luggage, and then they were outside, the noise of traffic loud around them.

“Thank you again for returning my camera,” Y/N said, stepping closer to him as someone brushed past her.

“I’m glad I did.” He smiled down at her, “Thanks for making my flight enjoyable.”

“Any time.”

They fell into a brief lull of silence, before Joe worked up the courage: “Can I get your number?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” She giggled softly, reaching for the phone he had pulled out of his pocket. “And if I’m honest,” She looked up from under her lashes, a shy smile on her lips, “I was hoping you’d come talk to me from the moment you started staring at me.”

“You noticed that, huh?”

“You weren’t very subtle about it.”


“I’m not.” She replied, handing his phone back over to him.

“Well, then neither am I.”

anonymous asked:

How about a blurb where you and harry get in a fight about politics?

Harry was in one of those moods.  You knew the moment he walked in the house that he was irritated.  Most of the time you were the one to bring home down when he was in that kind of mood, but something told you that wouldn’t be how things went tonight.

He grumbled and mumbled and sneered and spoke to…no one.  So it was best to keep yourself confined to your bedroom and a good book until the storm blew over.

You heard his heavy steps coming down the hallway about halfway through the third chapter.  He had yet to say a word to you since he got home and that wasn’t about to change once you were both in the same room.  He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

You raised your eyebrows.  Whatever it was, he was pretty far gone in his attitude.  Usually he would at least kiss your forehead or something.

You sat up, a little angry yourself now.  It wasn’t like whatever was wrong was your fault.  You had barely seen him all day and you had limited time as it was being that he was gearing up for a solo outing and was hardly ever home now.

You waited until the door opened, raising your eyebrows in anticipation.  His eyes fell on you, looked away and then looked back,


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~So the wedding dress fic inspired me and I wrote a little three parter prequel to it. Hope ya enjoy~

Part 1

Reader’s POV

I was so engrossed in my movie that when I heard the crash from the other room, I screamed. My heart raced as i turned off my movie and went to investigate. I grabbed a bat on my way down the hallway just in case. I opened every door and found nothing until I got to my bedroom. I let out a sigh of relief and frustration as I found that it had just been a couple shelves off of my book case that tumbled to the ground. I quickly got out my phone and picked Kozik’s number. Him and all the Tacoma sons looked after me ever since my dad died. He had been a brother and as the boys put it, I was the Tacoma princess.

“Hey baby girl, what’s up?” Kozik answered.

“Kozzy, I need help.” I pouted as I looked at my bookshelf.

“What’s wrong?” He asked on high alert.

“My book case broke.” I told him. I heard him chuckle at my whine. “Can you come over and help me fix it?”

“You know I would baby girl but I got some errands to run for the club today.” He paused. “Actually, I’ll see if Happy can come help you. He’s transferring from redwood and he’s the only one not doing something today.”

“I’d be really grateful if he could. Tell him I’ll make him brownies!” I said and Kozik laughed.

“Do I get any of those, baby girl?” He asked.

“No you aren’t helping.” I laughed.

“Pleaseeeeee…” He whined.

“Fine, but you are coming to get them yourself.” I told him.

“Deal once everything’s settled for today I’ll come over.” He told me, his voice was all peppy again and I laughed. “Here, I found Hap. Hold on and I’ll ask him.”

“Okay.” I said. I heard muffled talking and started moving books as I waited for Kozik.

“He said he’d be happy to help.” Kozik laughed at his own stupid joke.

“You are a moron.” I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“You know you love me.” Kozik said in a sing songy voice.

“Whatever stops the tears, Kozzy.” I smiled.

“Hey!” He said while sounding offended and then he laughed. “I gotta go but Happy will be there soon. Love ya, baby girl.”

“Love you too, Koz.” I replied and hung up. I continued picking books up and placing them on my bed. Once that was finished I went to start on the brownies. Just after I put them in the oven a knock came. I went to open the door and my eyes widened slightly at the man in front of me. He was definitely a Son in every aspect of that word.

“Happy?” I asked just to make sure it was him. He gave a simple nod and I smiled and opened the door. “Come on in!” I told him. He walked through the doorway and I noticed he had a toolbox with him.

“Thank you for doing this.” I said while leading him through my house. “I have brownies in the oven like I promised.” I told him. He wasn’t much of a talker but that was okay I could talk enough for both of us. I stopped at the kitchen doorway and looked at him. “You want a beer or something.” He grunted and gave another nod. I smiled and got us both one before continuing on our way to my room.

He followed and I showed him the broken bookcase. I set the beer down on my dresser. I also pulled my hair up. He went to examine the bookcase.

“How would you like me?” I asked him. He paused and turned towards me with an amused smirk and a raised eyebrow. “To help. Pervert.” I laughed. He chuckled and turned back to look at the bookcase.

“I’ll lift the boards where they need to go and you can screw in the screws.” He finally spoke.

“Ah he speaks!” I giggled. “And okie dokie!” He chuckled again and we set off to work. It took about half hour perfect timing for the brownies to get done. After we finished the bookcase, I got us some brownies and he helped me put my books back.

“I was watching a movie before this. You want to stay and watch it? I can start from the beginning.” I asked him. He shrugged and nodded. I had been watching Pitch Black the first of the Riddick movies. It was a trilogy that I had gotten Kozik into. I figured Happy might like it also.

We settled into the couch together. We watched the whole trilogy and a couple others. Kozik joined us later on and at the end of the night we all fell asleep on the couch. That was the start of Happy and mine’s friendship.

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They sit close to one another. Kaneki waits. The silence lingers, far longer than it should, than it's necessary, but Kaneki will give Hide all the time in the world if it means he won't ever leave his side again. Hide begins to write something, slowly as if every word is a jewel before he lifts the board up to his friend: "HE-HEWWO, IT'S GWOOD TO SHEE YOU AWGAIN~~ ;3". Kaneki stares blankly at Hide, gently grabbing the board and then smashing it. "Bitch, I think the fuck not," Kaneki says.


Sorry the Riker picture isn’t very clear 😂 just so you can get an image of what they look like!

****Imagine your favorite character keeping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans of pleasure while they fuck you or go down on you because your friends/family are in the room just around the corner.****

So it was game night at the Lynch house and my boyfriend Riker and I were getting a little bored. We loved the card games, the dance and video games but now it got to board games we got tired. Sitting around the dining table, the family including Ell, Sav and Brandon and Alexa were taking part in Monopoly. I sat next to Riker at the head if the table, and my head slumped against his shoulder. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of taking him into another room and doing him against the wall. Of course, with his family being right here, that couldnt happen.

But it wouldn’t stop me having a little fun right? Slowly trailing my right hand along Rikers left thigh, I reached his zipper on his jeans and looked up at him, desperate to see his reaction. All he did however, was look down at my hand, look at my face and then back at the game. Ha, okay. Let’s step it up a notch.

I leant back in the chair, making sure everybody’s attention was on the board game. Lifting my hips I pulled my boy short panties down from under my skater dress and took them off. Riker was still watching the game, suddenly rolling the dice for us. We only moved two spaces and ended up paying rent to Ryland. Riker just sighed and looked at me, his eyes widening when he saw my panties in my hand. I could only smile at him, but I thought I’d hand them to him under the table. He stuffed them into his pocket and gave me a deep kiss pulling back when Rydel cleared her throat. “Excuse me lovers, we have a game to play. Please refrain from playing tonsil tennis at the table.” I just laughed but Riker had a straight face.

“(Y/N), what do you think you’re doing?! My parents are right across the table!” He whispered into my ear, a little desperation in his voice. “I really want you Riker, but it’s not like we can go in another room and fuck is it?” I replied, kissing his cheek and leaning back again. He just bit his lip and stared at me, not knowing what to do.

But five words were whispered into my ear that changed the tension between us. “Touch yourself for me baby.”
“Riker! I’m not getting myself of in front of your family!”
“Fine. I’ll do it then.”

I couldn’t believe it. Yes I had some sexual frustration building up inside me, but Riker getting me off in front of his whole family wasn’t my idea of release. My thoughts were haltered when Rikers left hand trailed along the inside of my thighs and spread my legs. I just coughed a little and opened them wide enough for him to pleasure me. In the corner of my eye I could see him smirking but still watching everyone playing the stupid fucking game. My concentration was getting more and more limited while his fingers ran up and down my slit, gathering wetness and spreading it around over my lips.

Rubbing anti-clockwise circles on my clit, Riker sat up and grabbed the dice and threw our turn. I got nervous as soon as I made eye contact with Ross, a puzzled look upon his face as he looked at Rikers arm. “What is he doing?” He mouthed to me.
“Nothing.” I mouthed back.
His eyes widened and he gulped as soon as he realised what was happening. It was his turn and he kept his eyes on me and Rikers arm whilst he rolled the dice. One fell to the ground, and he just groaned and went under the table to fetch it.

Riker smiled and rubbed faster, bringing me right to the edge. I couldn’t move or make any noise but my thighs clenched together around his hand, his actions not stopping. The table moved a little as Ross bumped his head, rising from underneath with a pink blush spread across his cheeks. He just cleared his throat and moved his piece along the board, not making eye contact with anyone. “Ross saw everything you know that!?” I whisper-screamed into Rikers ear, my legs shaking a little while I sat up. “Mhmm.” He replied, taking his fingers and bringing them to his lips, making sure Ross could see what he was doing. Ross just gulped again and his hands started to shake a little.

“Guys, I’m really tired. Should we stop this now?” Ross spoke up, looking at me and Riker then at the rest of the family. A few nods and some agreements came from the guys and we ended up packing the game away and saying our good nights.
I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water and sat up on the breakfast counter. “That was so hot (Y/N).” Turning my head I saw Riker walking in shirtless, running his hand through his hair. “Thank you. Come here please.”

He stood in between my legs and pulled me right to the edge of the counter. “You were such a good girl being quiet for me like that. You’re going to be quiet again for me okay?” His lips ghosted over my ear and began leaving slow kisses down to my shoulder, fingertips gently pulling my straps down. He was serious about this, Riker was actually going to fuck me in the middle of the kitchen of his family home.

As soon as the straps were just below my bra, a cough came from the doorway. I jumped and covered myself, turning around to see Ross with his hands in his pockets. “I just needed a drink.”
“Get one then.” Ah brotherly love. There was a hint of anger in Rikers voice, evidently mad that his little brother interrupted. “Sanitize after, you dirty bastards.” He just giggled and left, his left eye dropping into a wink before walking away.

“He’s gone Riker. Look at me.” I tried to calm him down a little, I didn’t understand why he was getting so mad. “He fucking wants you (Y/N) I can see it in his face.”
I just snorted and pulled his face close to mine. “Well he’s not the one that’s going to be bending me over and fucking me in this kitchen is he?” “Oh fuck I love you.”

Our lips smashed together and our tongues rubbed against the other, savouring the taste of each other’s mouths. Riker hitched my dress up and bunched it around my waist, unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down around his ankles. I jumped down off of the counter, and felt Riker push me to face the other way, pushing my top half down onto the surface. Gripping my hips he pulled me in line with his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit and letting out a moan at how wet I was.

“Jesus baby you’re dripping. Something about being in public turns you on huh?”
I couldn’t speak, I was too caught up in pleasure and fear that we could possibly get caught. “Talk to me baby.” I just let out a moan and nodded at him. “Yes Riker, oh my god. Please just fuck me already, please.” My body started to ache with need and I jutted my hips forward, feeling him slip inside me filling me to the hilt. A loud moan left my mouth and Rikers hand traveled to it keeping me quiet.

“You gotta be quiet for me baby.
You feel so warm around me (y/n), so tight, it’s so fucking good.” I nodded and he pulled his hand away, grabbing my hair and pulling me up. He pulled out and spun me around, lifting me back onto the counter, I knew he did it because he likes eye contact and watching my face when I cum.
“Oh Riker, I fucking love it when you talk to me like this. Please don’t stop.”

His words got filthier as his thrusts got deeper. The pace stayed the same, deep and hard and not too fast. “You’re so dirty for me (y/n), making me finger fuck you in front of my family. You liked it huh?” He said, growling. “Mhmm, it felt so good, I love it when you make me cum. Oh my god, Riker please, don’t stop please don’t stop!” With one arm wrapped around my waist and a hand in my hair, he pushed his lips on mine whilst we came, knowing if he hadn’t, I would’ve screamed the house down.

Slowing his hip motions down, he pulled out and hoisted his jeans up. “Stay there.” My mouth just opened and closed like a goldfish while I pulled my dress back to normal and sat on the top, still coming down from my orgasm a little. Faint whispers could be heard from outside the kitchen and I would have been so embarrassed if the family walked in and knew what had just happened.

But Riker just walked in, in sweats this time. Followed by Ross. Ross was simply in his pink striped boxers and a shirt and was smiling in a devious way. Riker pushed him towards me and he stumbled a little but stood in front of me. “Riker said I could do this.” “Do wha-”
He kissed me. Full on tongues and everything. I didn’t know how to react so I just pushed him back and kept my hands on his shoulders, looking straight at Riker. He was leant against the fridge, his mouth pursed together and his eyebrows raised. “Really? Why?” I asked, really confused as to what was happening. “Look at his raging fucking hard on for you, that’s why. He was being a pervert and he saw us. So I agreed to let him have you just this once. Y'all have fun now.” Riker just smiled at me, gave a glare to Ross as if to say be careful and threw him a condom. “I love you (y/n.”

Okay. So here I was, legs spread with my boyfriends younger brother in between them. “I’ve needed this for a long time okay. I’m sorry. You’re just so ho-”
My hand pressed against his mouth and I jumped off the counter, sinking down to my knees. “Be quiet for me Ross, and I’ll make it worth your while.” Ross bit his lip and nodded.

I pulled his hard length from his boxers and jacked it off for a little while, running my thumb over the sensitive tip before replacing my thumb with my tongue. He jerked his hips forward and let out a small groan. So I stopped and sat back on my heels. “I said be quiet Ross. Make one more noise and I’ll leave.” His face turned into a desperate expression and I felt kinda bad for him. So I gave him the best head of his life. Just before he came however, I stood and like his brother, he towered over me. I looked up into his eyes and stood on my tippy toes, our mouths about an inch apart.

“So are you gonna fuck me or what?”
“Heck yeah.”

Ross grabbed the condom from the table top and slid it on. Then he gripped the back of my thighs and lifted my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the wall and naturally my dress had ridden up just enough for him to push straight inside.
“Holy shit. Oh my god you’re perfect.”
“Thanks Ross, I won’t lie you’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckled and blushed, so I kissed him really slowly and let him savour the moment. I gently slid my tongue inside his mouth and smiled into the kiss when he reciprocated. “Move Ross.”
He was shocked I think, hence why he stilled inside of me. But then he began to thrust and hit my g-spot perfectly. Talented and young, Ross was lucky and he was so gonna get girls in the future with his little smirk and his massive cock.

“Cum for me Ross. Give it to me like you’ve always wanted to. Come on I wanna feel it baby.” I encouraged him, watching his face screw up in concentration and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “But - I, I haven’t ma-made you cum yet.” He stuttered, one of his hands dropping down my body and rubbing at my nub. “oh god Ross. Baby, I already came twice tonight. I’m too sensitive it’s okay. You cum.”

He just moaned and whimpered a little, signalling he was close. I pushed him away and jumped down to my knees, gripping his cock in my hands and pulling the condom off, kitten licking the tip before sucking him all in down my throat. “Ugh fuck yes. I’m gonna cum (y/n). Oh my god I’m gonna cum.”

I pulled my head away, and jerked him off, watching as he threw his head back and moaned. Hot spurts of cum landed across my chest and he looked down and breathed out a moan. “Fucking hell (y/n). Thank you so much baby. You’re so perfect.”

“It’s okay Ross. I’d say anytime but Riker has a little ban on sharing me.”
Ross laughed and tucked himself back into his boxers, admiring me from afar whilst I pulled my dress down and grabbing some kitchen tissue. Wiping the liquids from my chest, I pulled my straps up and grabbed two bottles of water, chucking one to Ross. I walked back to him and looked up into his eyes, his eyes watching my lips as they grew closer to his. But just before they could touch-

“What the hell are you two doing down here?!?!”
Ross nearly jumped a foot in the air when Rydel whisper-shouted from the doorway.
“I was just getting some water and Advil for Ross, he came down with a major headache and was moaning about it.” I rolled my eyes and handed some painkillers to Ross, giving him the face to just go along with it.
“Yeah, it actually hurts so bad.”
“Well hurry up and go to bed guys, it’s 3am.”
Rydel jogged upstairs and as soon as I heard the bedroom door close, I let out a breath of relief. Riker walked in with an empty bottle.

“How was it?” He asked Ross, walking past him and filling up his bottle. “Man, it was awesome, she feels so good, oh my god like, she gives head-”
“Yeah okay Ross, he gets it.” Riker took a sip of his water and grabbed me from behind, placing a cold and wet kiss to my shoulder. “Cool.”
Ross just had a massive grin on his face while he thanked me and Riker. I just giggled at his stuttering and his excitement, and Riker slapped my butt, making me shut up straight away.
“Same time tomorrow?” Riker asked Ross.