#like yeah sure ‘won’t get to see him again’

[mageofmadness]

CALEB + HOLE INSPECTION

(1.8k) ₊˚⊹ 𐙚🧸‧₊˚ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader, jealous!caleb, questionable morals, cheating (not on caleb it's just a shitty bf), hole inspections, virginity kink if you squint, dirty talk real filthy, side eyeing yandere caleb for the mention of broken fingers and kneecaps, fingering, pet names (I'll die by the hill of pips)

caleb who is selfish.

he wants you all to himself, and he doesn’t care what it takes or how bad of a person that makes him. he’ll do anything to have you. caleb will stoop to whatever depths, so when you start going on dates with this new guy, he wishes he was conflicted but he’s not.

he’s never tried to be a good guy, not when it comes to you. fair? sure, he thinks he’s quite fair. just? yeah, he has morals like anyone else, but when it comes to you? all bets are off and he will play dirty. there’s simply no other way to play when the stakes are this high and you.

caleb who has been climbing into bed with you almost every night for years.

surely that’s not meant to stop now, right? that just seems cruel and even more selfish than what he’s got going on because caleb can’t sleep if he’s not next to you, and you tell him the same thing, so why do you need to go on dates with this guy? what’s the point? you still kiss caleb goodnight, sometimes missing his cheek and sometimes it’s closer to the corner of his mouth. you still curl up with him on the couch and wear his sweaters around the house, something he watched carefully to see a change in, but things between you and him are the same, so surely you're not about to take all of that from him now? all because of some guy you met at work?

yet, said guy won’t leave, and caleb does not like it. he deals, he manages, but he does not like sharing because, once again, he is selfish.

caleb who meets the guy for the first time and instantly hates him. not even because he’s taking you out, it’s because he’s spineless. a boy that couldn’t even look him in the eyes to shake hands. a boy—plain and simple. caleb can’t help but feel bad for the guy, really, considering he’s taking you on a date, but you’ll come home to caleb at the end of the night and curl up with caleb in bed.

caleb is not above any of this because this guy is fleeting, he has to be. he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know what you like or want or need. not the way caleb does.

caleb who is waiting up for you when you come home.

it’s been a few months of dates with this guy, but caleb still gets his corner of the mouth kiss every other night, and last night he fell asleep to the feeling of your soft thigh thrown over his middle, so it should be fine, right? instead you come home in tears, and his first instinct is to break the man’s hands. he needs to start with the fingers, then maybe his wrists.

“pips, what’s wrong?”

you’re adamant it’s nothing. that nothing happened and you’re overreacting and caleb thinks sure, you can overreact sometimes but everyone can and that’s what he’s here for: to understand and react accordingly as well. but he cannot do that, caleb cannot protect you, if you do not tell him what’s wrong. sitting in his lap on the couch, face buried in his neck, he can’t understand what you’re mumbling. it comes out like something is wrong with me, which surely cannot be the case. caleb must have heard wrong. 

“something is wrong with you?” you nod. “nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. why are you saying that?” caleb takes a deep breath. “you gotta tell me what’s happening or i can’t help.”

by the time caleb listens to the half-mumbled words you manage to get out around an errant sniffles, he’s already decided hands, wrist, and kneecaps will need to be broken to atone for this because that guy has some nerve insinuating there’s a single thing wrong with you. just because you didn’t want to kiss him? or, you tell caleb that you were fine kissing him, but when he tried to take things further, that’s when there were issues.

honestly, it takes everything in caleb not to scoff. the guy's more of a coward than he had initially gauged if he thought he a) deserved more than a kiss, first of all, and b) something is wrong with you because when he shoved his hand down your pants you weren't wet.

the guy doesn't exactly sound like a romeo.

“i don’t trust him,” caleb says plainly. “i never did. you deserve better, and i should have never let you walk out of that door.” you only sniffle and caleb tampers down his anger and tries again. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. there’s nothing wrong with you, you know that?” nothing again, and caleb sighs. finally, “do you trust me?”

you nod, arms tightening around his neck.

“he touched you here?” caleb asks. his hand skates around your hip. you squirm in his lap but give him a small yes when his fingers dip between your thighs. “just touched or…”

nothing else, you’re adamant and caleb trusts you explicitly, but his blood is boiling hot and he just…he needs to be sure. caleb sits up, and you hmph, but he shushes you. he needs you to know there’s not a thing wrong with you, that this isn’t a you issue. he smooths his hand over the hem of your dress that rides up the back of your thighs when he moves, draping you over his lap this time, ass up.

“were you going to fuck him?” caleb gets a gut wrenching maybe in response as he marvels at the silky smooth expanse of the back of your legs. so, so pretty. “why?” he unfairly demands. “you liked him that much?”

you shake your head, breathing heavy against his thighs. “no, just wanted to know…what it felt like.”

“that’s what i’m here for, pips.” he says, waiting for you to stop him, but you don’t. you gasp as he rucks up your dress, letting it pool around your waist. he groans at the sight of bright red panties, the curve of your ass settled pretty over his lap about to be his undoing. “you know that right? tell me you know that.” he pleads. "can i touch you?"

"please."

caleb wastes no time. he thumbs at your hole, over the red lace that's wet under his touch. “you ever fuck yourself, sweetheart?”

you whine his name in embarrassment, but eventually nod. he groans, imagining you in bed or the shower with your fingers buried to the knuckle in your cunt. maybe while he's in the other room, or maybe in the shower right before you crawl into bed with him.

“good girl,” he mumbles and feels you relax more. “but what's all this about?” caleb pulls his thumb back, and pops it in his mouth. he groans. “thought he was adamant something was wrong and this pussy doesn’t get wet.” caleb tsks but sighs in relief when he realizes they guy really didn't get this far. “doesn’t seem a problem to me, so, then what is it? tell me the difference here, pips.”

he hears you stammer out "y–you, caleb," and feels satisfaction like a bat to the back of the head, making him dizzy. concussing him. caleb's fingers trace over edges of lace and soft skin. “so pretty, baby. will you sit still while i take a look?”

“why?”

“nothing is wrong, sweetheart. i just want to make sure he didn't hurt this pretty hole.”

he feels you shiver, and caleb can't help but grin.

that guy didn't stand a chance.

he slowly drags your underwear down, discarding them in his pocket for safe keeping. what greets him when he looks back is the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, actually. it’s jaw-dropping, and wet. so clearly wet from the way it looks, sticky and peeking out between plush thighs over his lap.

“my heart, pips, i cant take it.” caleb says as he grips your hips, then your ass. watching your skin bloom pink as he spreads you open to see more. “hold still. i know you know that you can ask anything of me, so if this hole is needy, you come to me now, understood?”

"you need someone to take care of you, not someone that's going to shove his hands down your pants and expect anything, got it?"

he spreads your pussy open, watching as it twitches under his touch and when he presses a finger against your hole, it gives easily. "tight and greedy," he tsks.

caleb cannot help but tease. your pussy is perfect and untouched. he plays with it, watching you respond. watching as you jump when he pushes just the tip of two fingers in. pink and so sweet, caleb's mouth waters. "she's so pretty, sweetheart. i do think we're gonna have an issue though. i dunno if i can fit into a tiny hole like this." he hooks his finger and uses it to stretch you open and you moan his name. "don't get fussy. we'll figure it out, pips."

he watches as you whimper and moan, working yourself into a near fit over the prodding of his fingers. the way he spreads you open, leaning close and letting his breath ghost over your twitching hole. watching for your reactions and never giving you enough.

“doesn't even seem like i need to train this little hole to only get wet for me, hm? seems she’s already taken care of that herself."

"you're so soft, sweetheart.”

"can i make you come? looks like you need it." he kisses the back of your head, and then your shoulder. mumbling, "promise I'll take such good care of you. how could i not? i've got the sweetest thing in my lap right now, all wet and whining...mhm, you are whining, pips, but that's okay. just let me..."

after readjusting your hips, you easily take two of his fingers, all the way to the knuckle and instead of imginging you doing this to yourself, caleb watches as his own fingers disappear into your cunt. you're a needy thing, too, and he groans. imagining you struggling to take his cock but you would because you're, "so good, baby. so good for me, just like that. does that feel good?"

watching as your thighs fall further apart, as you start to cry for him. for more. for him to kiss you, and caleb does. of course he does. he pulls his fingers out, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he heads for his bed.

"think i'm gonna fuck you, pips," caleb mumbles, bringing a hand down on your ass. you scold him, still limp-legged and breathing heavy. head heavy in the clouds. caleb grins and tosses you onto the bed. "you want that? then we'll have another look at that hole."

@ mageofmadness 2025. ִֶָ. 234.108.120 238.165.187

[lbjeff]

The Bats noticed Danny poison his drink immediately because the thing he put in it is radioactive and it sent alerts to the Batcave’s system.

At first, they think Danny is an assassin has been hired to kill someone at the party. So, Tim and Damian come to talk with him to cause distraction while Bruce watching from a far, the others at the Batcave do the investigation on his background. But before they could figure out anything, Danny drink his own poisonous glass. So they think this guy may not even know what in his drink.

After drink his glass, Danny notices both Tim and his brother are looking at his glass: What’s wrong?

Tim: Oh, I just find out the color your drink look different from what the gala offer. May I try that?

Danny: Oh, that cause I add my medicine in it. You know, health problems. But it’s not for healthy (living) people

Damian: TT. And where did you get your “medicine”? It looks more like poisonous to me

Tim: Dami! Sorry Danny, but I kind of curious, too

Danny: It’s okey! I used to have an accident when I was 14, after that my heart rate and body temperature kind of slow and cold. So my godfather give me those medicine to keep my temperature normal (those poison make his heart race and raise his temperature, the normal people eat it will die like having a heart attack, no trace left).

Damian: Your godfather really “kind” to you

Danny: Yeah, he kind of an asshole the first time we met but after Dani leaving and Dan’s birth, he’s getting better

Tim: Oh? Dani and Dan, are they your siblings or your godfather’s kid?

Danny: Oh kind of, they are our children

He smiles and drink his glass, doesn’t know how his sentence makes Tim and Damian’s faces paled. Even Bruce, who stand far away but still listening to their conversation, lose the smile on his face for a second. Dick and Jason, who also listen at the cave, trade a worrisome look.

Danny, nearly finish his drink, look at his glass and says: Those drink used to be Dani’s favorite, she usually drink a little secretly whenever I didn’t pay attention. Sadly, she didn’t stay in the living world to try it again (she is traveling at the Ghost Zone)

Before Tim could dig more information, an middle age man comes near them, pull Danny’s hand and giving a toddler into his arm.

Vlad: Where did you go, Danny? Dan is looking for you.

Dan: Mom, Mom! Hug me!

Danny, giving Vlad his glass so he could hold Dan with both hands, look at Tim and Damian: I am making new friends, like you alway say. By the way, there are Tim and his brother, Damian. Tim, Damian, there is my godfather, Vlad. And there is our child, Dan

Vlad nods at them then look at the glass he just takes from Danny: Danny, what I said about drinking your medicine in public? At least not when Dan is around, he may try it like Dani, and he is too small to try anything new

Danny holding Dan, whose eyes is closed and ready to sleep: I know, Vlad. I will be more careful next time. Goodbye Tim, goodbye Damian, as you see, Dan is tired so we may leave the gala now.

Tim: It is okay. Hope I could see you the next charity party next week

Danny: Oh, I not sure I could go but thank for asking

Then he leaves with Vlad and Dan, look like a happy family of the elite

Later at the Batcave

Jason: So, run me through the information about the guy so I could shot him in the eyes

Dick: No, we won’t shot anyone, yet

Bruce: Hmn. Tim, what we can get about the Master’s couple?

Tim: So, apparently, Vlad is Danny’s godfather and his parents’s college friend. They first met when Danny is 14, not long after the accident Danny did mentioned. After his parents move to Europe to do their research and his sister left for study abroad, he is Danny’s guidance

Damian: A guidance that gives his poison for medication and two children?

Tim: Well, due to the birth certificates that I could find on government’s data, Dani was born when Danny was 15, before he live with Vlad. And Dan is few year after, when Danny was 17, after he lived with Vlad for a year

Jason: So we all agree to kill this Vlad guy, right? He sounds creepy

Bruce: Calm down, Jason. And that didn’t explain why Vlad want to kill Danny, after having their children

Tim: I think I know the reason. Danny has a heritage from his far relatives that he refused but that heritage will be given for his kids when their grow up. There are two possibilities. First, the poison was for the conflicts the first time they met but it didn’t work on Danny due to his accident in the past. Then Vlad got obsessed with Danny and now they live together as a family

Damian: TT. Then one of their children drink the poison her dad gives to her mom, died while her mom still has no idea about that? Why he still give Danny “medicine” if they’re good now?

Tim: Well, as far as I know, they didn’t have a marriage certificate, which means they’re just godfather and godson, no more obligation or rights. And if Danny die now, the heritage would be given to his only living child, Dan, who is 4 years old. And due to the law of Amity Town, a rare town that still have some significant rule that could apply for anyone born at it, the parents could be the representative for their under 5 year old child to accept, invest or borrow with no interest with their children’s heirloom.

Jason: So if Danny die, that scumbag could use his heritage through their child?

Tim: Yes. Which mean there may be a year for he to try killing Danny, if he figure out the poison isn’t working

Bruce: Hmn. Tim, are Dani 6 years old now if she didn’t died?

Dick: B, you didn’t mean..?

Damian: that Vlad kill his own daughter when she was old enough to decide what to do with the heritage she may get after her mom died

Tim: That could be possible! According to my investigation, Dani stoped show up in Danny’s album after her six year old birthday party

Dick: Do you think Vlad will do the same with his son if he get old enough?

Jason: Well, it isn’t too late to kill him now

Dick: Calm down Jason. We need more information than that to acting. And killing isn’t the answer.

Tim, look at his phone: Maybe we have less time than we think

Damian: What do you mean Drake?

Tim: Danny just sent a message to invite me and Damian to Dan’s 5 year old birthday party. And he suggested we shouldn’t bring anything sensitive cause he is having a third child, as his quote “Dani regenerate into his belly again”

Dick: So Vlad could kill his son, due to his age and may continue to kill Danny, after his child’s birth?

Damian: TT. That is if the child could be born. Don’t forget he drink poison as medicine for daily basis

Danny can't taste- DCxDP Prompt

The problem with being half dead is that so are your senses. While certain foods are still as tasty as ever they are relegated to food found on offering plates like bread, fruits, cheese and wine. But Danny just wants to eat a good burger and unfortunately, those aren't offered to the dead.

This has led to Tucker and Sam burning food offerings for Danny in the past, but there has been another solution.

Danny just adds copious amounts of extra stuff to his food to satisfy his numbed tastebuds.

20 sugar packages to his coffee, a flood of hot sauce on his burgers and anything else he could get his hands on.

One afternoon after class Danny ended up meeting Tim at the Batburger on campus. There Tim watched in horror as Danny filled a cup of Sprite, added blue raspberry sour Death Ball candies to it, added citric acid, added plutonium 9 hot sauce, and extra sugar. It was the most horrifying baby blue concoction Tim had ever seen. It looked like a normal soda but it was liquid death.

And Tim wanted to try it next.

(A drink that would cause a small Victorian child to disintegrate)

[moonstruckme]

MAE! I have a request… <3 reader finds out Steve keeps Polaroids of her around different spots, like tucked in his wallet or the sun visor of his car or in his bathroom mirror

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 728 words

“You look like you just came from the movies,” you say. 

Steve turns his head to look at you over the top of his sunglasses. You grin. “I’ll have you know, these are Ray-Bans.” 

“Are you sure? Because they’re just like the ones they gave out for Jaws 3D.” 

Even with the dark lenses, you can sense your boyfriend rolling his eyes as he turns back to the road. “You’re just jealous because you didn’t bring any.” 

Caught. “If you were a gentleman, you’d give me yours.” 

“Sorry, baby. Driver needs to see the most.” 

“Fine,” you sigh, putting a bit of theatrics into it. You reach for the sun visor. “Don’t think I won’t remember this the next time you want a blanket at my place.” 

You flip the visor down, and a little plastic square flutters into your lap. You pick it up. 

“Hey,” says Steve, “that’s totally different. If you ran your heat, neither of us would need blankets. But if you want me to start bringing my own—” 

“Stevie.” 

“Oh, it’s Stevie now,” he mutters. 

You turn to him, holding up the picture. “When did you take this?” 

Steve glances away from the road for a second. “Oh. Don’t you remember? That was at the lake last summer.” 

You do remember, now. Steve’s no master photographer—the light refracts off the water, fuzzing the picture and obscuring parts of your face—but it’s clearly you. You’re standing waist-deep in the lake, clearly trying to splash Steve while cheesing into the camera. You remember the day, but not the moment. 

Steve brings that polaroid camera everywhere. You know where it is now, stowed in the glove box right against your knees. He takes pictures with it sometimes, but always stows them away immediately so they can develop somewhere dark. You haven’t ever thought to ask about them. Haven't seen one until now. 

“Why do you have this here?” you ask. 

“I just like to keep them where I can find them,” Steve says. “Hey, put that back when you’re done, will you?” 

You blink at him. “You mean there are more?” 

“Yeah, of course.” He looks at you again, eyebrows flicking up at the open curiosity in your expression. “You wanna see some?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Alright. Put that one back.” He shifts in his seat, reaching into his back pocket. “I don’t need any getting lost.” 

You feel your lips tilt bemusedly. “You keep them in random places, but you don’t want them to get lost?” 

Steve digs out his wallet. “Nothing random about it. There’s a system, okay?” You reach for the wallet, but he holds it away. “Put it back.” 

“Okay, okay.” You grin, stowing the polaroid back where you found it before grabbing for Steve’s wallet. The worn leather parts for you easily. “Oh.” 

There are a few pictures in here. You holding flowers at the farmer’s market, you decorating cupcakes, you on your bed at home. Some have you looking into the camera, others not. In all of them you look happy. You think that’s probably how you look most of the time when Steve’s with you. 

“Steve.” Affection aches in the back of your throat. “This is so sweet.”

“It’s nothing,” he says. When you look at your boyfriend, you can see the faint tinge of a blush beneath the frames of his sunglasses. 

You gather the pictures carefully in one hand, using the other to link your fingers through his. “Why did you keep all of these?” 

Steve makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “What, I’m not allowed to want to look at you? Why would I take them just to get rid of them?” 

“I don’t know.” Your voice softens. “I just didn’t know you had all these. It’s cute.” 

Steve grins. He glances over at you once, then again, leaning over for a quick kiss. 

“Hey!” you laugh. “Eyes on the road.” 

“You’re cute,” he says.

“Yeah, you must think so.” 

“Don’t go getting a big head.” Steve uses your joined hands to tug on your arm teasingly. You let it draw you closer to him, smitten.

“Too late for that. You’re like my own personal paparazzi. You know I’m gonna have to start taking a bunch of pictures of you too, now, right?” 

“I don’t think you have to.” 

“Oh, I definitely have to.”

[slutoru1207]

Variants!Invincible x Variants!Reader imagine

just a short fun imagine

The battlefield was already a mess before they showed up.

Mark barely had time to react before he heard the rip of dimensions being torn open, followed by an ungodly amount of shouting. He turned just in time to see not one, not two, but an entire squadron of himself stumbling through glowing portals, their expressions ranging from confused to deeply irritated.

“Oh, hell no,” Mark muttered. “Not this again.”

And then, because the universe hated him, the next portal opened—

And they arrived.

All of them. So many versions of you.

Mark’s stomach dropped as he locked eyes with his you, who was watching with wide, amused eyes. Then she turned to him, smiling so sweetly that he knew she was about to enjoy every second of this train wreck.

“This is gonna be so good,” she whispered gleefully.

Before he could respond, one of the Invincible variants groaned. “Oh, great. You’re here, too?”

One of the Reader variants put a hand over her heart, gasping dramatically. “Babe, don’t act like you’re not thrilled to see me.”

“I’d rather take a beating from Omni-Man.”

“Oh, honey.” She stepped closer, tilting her head. “That’s exactly what happened last time, and who was the one patching you up and kissing you better?”

Mark—original Mark—choked on air.

One of the other Invincible variants groaned, rubbing his temples. “Can we not do this right now?”

A different Reader variant scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry, are we interrupting your little multiversal tantrum?” She waved a hand at the destroyed city behind them. “Because it really looks like you guys are making a mess.”

“Yeah, babe, not a great look,” another Reader chimed in, hands on her hips as she eyed her Mark up and down. “Honestly, I expected better.”

“Wait, you’re disappointed in me?” her Mark shot back incredulously.

“I love you, but also? Get your shit together.”

Mark buried his face in his hands. “I hate this. I hate all of this.”

Meanwhile, his reader was laughing herself sick.

—

The Guardians of the Globe arrived twenty minutes later and immediately regretted it.

“Uh,” Rex whispered, elbowing Eve. “Are we sure we need to be here?”

Eve was staring at the massive group of Invincibles, all arguing with their respective Readers. “I… I don’t know.”

“You think if we just, like… back away slowly, they won’t notice?”

Before Eve could answer, one of the Reader variants sprinted past them, leaped onto an Invincible’s back, and bit his ear.

“YOU LITTLE—” That Mark immediately started spinning in the air to try and shake her off, but she held on like a demon.

“Oh my God,” Eve whispered. “They’re feral.”

Rex looked at Original Mark, who was standing off to the side, looking like he wanted to die. “Dude. What is happening?”

Mark just let out a long sigh. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t know.”

—

After an entire hour of fighting, flirting, and general multiversal nonsense, they finally managed to somewhat settle down.

Which only meant that the chaos took a different form.

“Okay, okay,” one of the Invincibles���who wore a black suit instead of Mark’s usual yellow—leaned forward. “Hypothetically speaking—”

“No,” Original Mark said immediately.

Black-Suit Mark ignored him. “If one of us dated a Reader from a different universe—”

“NO.”

“—would it be cheating, or just dating the same person?”

Original Mark groaned. “What is wrong with you?!”

One of the Reader variants smirked. “I think it depends.”

“Don’t encourage this,” Mark pleaded.

Black-Suit Mark grinned. “I like this version of you.”

“Oh, I bet you do,” his Reader counterpart shot back, winking.

Across the room, another Invincible sighed deeply. “God, this is why I never date.”

His Reader rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you love me.”

“No, I tolerate you.”

She just beamed. “That’s practically a love confession coming from you.”

Original Mark stared at the sheer disaster in front of him and turned to his Reader with a desperate look. “This is my hell.”

She just smiled sweetly, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “You love me.”

Mark groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. “I do. And that’s the worst part.”

And with that, the multiversal chaos continued.

[lyn31]

It's just a cut

Summary:

A tiny cut, a huge overreaction—Zayne goes full doctor mode, and you can’t resist messing with him.

Ao3 link

Notes:

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader College AU, fluff, banter, silly.

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Movie night has always been a thing you done together. A simple tradition, something to break up the chaos of classes, exams, and everything in between. You and Zayne don’t always have the time for it, but when you do, you go all in—blankets, dimmed lights, a ridiculous amount of snacks.

Tonight’s pick is still up for debate. You’re leaning toward something lighthearted, maybe so-bad-it’s-good, while Zayne just wants something quiet. Either way, you refuse to start without the essentials, which is how you end up in the kitchen, prepping snacks while Zayne makes himself comfortable on the couch.

You catch movement from the corner of your eye—he’s getting up.

“Oh no, you don’t,” you say, pointing a warning finger at him. “Sit your pretty butt down. I got this.”

Zayne pauses mid-motion, tilting his head. “Are you sure?”

“Zayne. This is not cooking. It’s snack prep. You don’t need to supervise me.”

He still doesn’t look convinced, but he humors you, settling back into the couch with an amused hum.

You return to your task, grabbing the knife to cut—wait, what were you doing again? Oh, right. Slicing.

Just as you start, something pops into your head—Oh, that reminds me! You turn mid-slice, already opening your mouth—

“Ow.”

You feel a sharp sting on your finger.

It’s not loud, not dramatic, just a quiet, reflexive noise—but it’s enough.

Zayne’s head snaps toward you. A beat. Then he’s there in an instant, moving so fast you barely have time to blink before he’s right beside you, reaching for your hand.

His fingers are cool against your skin as he takes your wrist, lifting your hand to inspect it. His brows furrow, lips pressing into a firm line as he studies the small cut on your fingertip.

It’s not even that bad—yeah, it stings a little, and yeah, it’s bleeding, but it’s not that deep. Nothing a quick rinse and a band-aid won’t fix.

Zayne, however, looks like you just suffered a grave injury.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, already guiding you toward the sink. His grip is gentle but firm, like he’s afraid you’ll resist, which is ridiculous because you’re not about to argue against basic first aid.

Still, the whole thing is kind of funny.

“Zayne, it’s—”

“You should be more careful.” His voice is low, bordering on reprimanding, but there’s something else underneath it—concern.

That’s when it hits you.

Ohhh. He’s in full doctor mode.

The realization makes you bite back a grin. He’s not just fussing. He’s serious.

You decide to play along.

When he turns the faucet on and holds your finger under the cool water, you let out a dramatic sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Is it bad, doc?”

His shoulders tense, just slightly. “It’s bleeding.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you cut yourself.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he turns off the water, grabs a clean towel, and carefully pats your finger dry.

You peek up at him through your lashes, catching the way his jaw is set, his eyes still locked on the minuscule injury like it’s something critical.

Oh, this is too good.

You sigh again, heavier this time. “I don’t know, Zayne. I feel kind of lightheaded…”

That makes him freeze for a second.

Then he actually looks at you, sharp eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress.

That’s when you lose it.

The giggle slips out before you can stop it, and when his expression shifts—realization dawning—you know you’re doomed.

Zayne just stares, eyes narrowing as realization sinks in.

You can practically see the moment he puts it together—that you’re not actually lightheaded, that you’re absolutely fine, and that you’re messing with him.

“…You’re enjoying this,” he states flatly.

You press your lips together, trying to stifle your grin. “I mean… maybe a little?”

His grip on your wrist tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you aware that he’s not letting you go.

“Sit.”

You blink. “What?”

“Sit down,” he repeats, already steering you toward the couch. “I need to disinfect it.”

You laugh. “Zayne, come on. It’s tiny. It doesn’t even hurt that much—”

He doesn’t argue. He just looks at you.

That same impassive, unreadable stare.

You know what this means.

It means he’s unwavering. That no matter how much you argue, he’s not letting this go.

The funniest part? He’s not even being dramatic about it. He’s just… determined.

Which only makes it even more hilarious.

Still giggling, you let him push you onto the couch, watching as he disappears into his room. When he returns, he’s got a small first aid kit in hand, his movements precise as he kneels in front of you.

“Alright, doc,” you tease, wiggling your injured finger. “Give it to me straight. Am I gonna make it?”

Zayne doesn’t rise to the bait. He just grabs an antiseptic wipe, rips it open, and says, completely deadpan—

“You’ll live.”

You wheeze.

He doesn’t even blink.

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Notes:

I am the type that laugh at their own joke but even so, this one legit just produce natural wheeze from me ahahahahaha so ofc I was like I need to share this :D

[numinousher]

2U⭑.ᐟ ── O31. my all

You hesitantly opened your bedroom door. You were scared shitless, nervous, about what would happen once you let Jungkook come inside your bedroom. What if things get weird between you two?

No… you couldn’t think like that. Hell, even if you did think things got awkward, Jungkook wouldn’t let you distance yourself from him. He was a devoted friend so he would never.

Jungkook craned his head to the side as you opened the door a little, your eye peaking out to see him as if he was a salesman who was knocking on your front door.

“Hi, baby,” he softly said. “You gonna let me in so we can talk?”

“Nope.”

He chuckled. “Come on, sweet girl. Let me in. I’ll break in if you won’t let me, hmm? I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if you didn’t have a door.”

“Hey! That’s not fair,” you whined with a pout as you opened the door a bit more so he could come in. He smiled.

Walking in with his phone in his hand, Jungkook sat on the edge of your bed. He urged you to sit next to him.

You timidly sat next to him as he looked at you. “So… you nervous?” He gently asked, grabbing your hand that he gripped. He wanted you to know he wouldn’t do anything if you were uncomfortable with it.

“What if it makes things awkward between us?” You questioned. You feel your brows crease in worry as even the thought of you and Hungkook not talking scared you.

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen,” he said. “I love you too much to even wanna be away from you.” He grabs your hand and places it by his chest where his heart beat under it. “I told you it’s yours, didn’t I? As long as my heart is beating, I’m never leaving your dramatic ass.”

“Aw, you think I’m dramatic?” You light teased.

“No one will drive me as crazy as you do, my sweet girl,” he smiled before leaning in as he places a hand on the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing your jawline. He moved your head up so you could look into his eyes. “I’m here to be with you and make you happy. I’ll give you my all so you could realize you’re worth everything.”

“You have been such a poet lately,” you spoke in a hushed voice as if your conversation was a secret. “It makes my heart beat faster than it should be.”

He smiled again, his nose nudging yours. “You want to, baby?”

Your breath hitched, your breath mingling with his before nodding. “Yeah…”

He looked into your eyes one last time as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. His hands now cradled your face, his thumbs rubbing the skin of your cheekbones with such care.

In a blink, he kissed you. He devoured you as if he couldn’t get enough of you. And his hands went from one cradling the back of your head while the other wrapped itself around your waist, bringing you to him until you were on his lap.

He moved your head to his movements and he kissed you as if he was a starved man who was left in the most hottest place in the world with no water. Because God did your lips entrance him. He couldn’t get enough.

You gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, hovering above him a little.

You held back a moan once you felt him grinding against you. Everything you day-dreamt of was gone because the present was so much better than whatever your mind came up with, and you loved reality more than anything.

He softly moaned into your mouth, bringing you closer to him.

He backed away a little, panting.

“I’ll kiss you better than he did,” he muttered, his thumb tracing your lips. “I’ll treat you better. I’ll love you better, baby, because your entire being entices me in a way I need you. God… I need you. It will always be you.”

“You… you can’t say things like that,” you breathed out, looking into his lidded eyes.

“I just did, sweet girl.” He looked between your eyes and lips, not knowing where to even look. He was far gone. “So, tell me, do you want this…? Do you want me…? Because I will give you my all—I will give you all of me—for you to do as you please if you want me.”

“I want you,” you whispered.

“Then, you’ll have me, baby. I’m yours.”

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[linics]

sae itoshi’s different flags in dating

every man has their faults, don’t they?

cw ; possibly ooc sae , implications of manipulation , possessive sae mentioned , not proofread , no capitals are intentional

sae itoshi’s green flags would be —

how public he would be about you. sure, maybe his management would hate him for it, but he has no shame. he’s proud of you, and he wants everyone to know that.

he would put your preferences above his. you don’t want to go out somewhere that he loves? he’s always open to recommendations. you’re obsessed with some media he has no interest in? he’ll listen to you ramble about it, asking occasional questions.

he listens and actually does things. he’s very upfront about what he needs or wants from you. so when you reciprocate, then expect whatever you ask for to be granted to you instantly.

he doesn’t care what you wear. don’t mistake it as he doesn’t mind it if other people hit on you — he does, but he trusts you.

he will interfere if you seem uncomfortable. as much as he trusts you and knows you are capable of standing up for yourself, he’s not scared to help you out. and sometimes, you need that help.

sae itoshi’s yellow flags would be —

he doesn’t often apologize first, at least he doesn’t outright. maybe he’ll give you a few extra gifts, make you dinner for a few days. he’ll do everything he can before saying he’s sorry.

he’s really, really dense. you’re having a bad day? you’ll just have to tell him straight up or be painfully obvious about it. and honestly, a lot of the time, he notices, but he doesn’t know how to help.

he will respond late. if he’s at a game or training, you’re not his priority at the moment. his focus is on improving. he won’t answer your calls, nor texts for however long it is. but he always tells you when he’s going.

he’s can be jealous. not because he doesn’t trust you, like i’ve said before, but i’m a firm believer in him being at least a bit possessive over you. he knows his schedule is filled, so if you mention going to breakfast with one of your male friends too frequently, it might get stuck in his head. after all, you’re just so wonderful, who wouldn’t fall for you?

he’s brutally honest. he sees no point in lying to you. if he thinks your hair would look better in a different style, and you ask how it looks, he’ll be honest. then again, he’s always trying to be gentle with it. but at the same time, if he tells you he stayed out training for longer than expected for whatever reason, you’ll know it’s nothing but the truth.

sae itoshi’s red flags would be —

he isn’t emotionally available, at all. if you’re having a bad day and want to cry and have him hold you, forget it. maybe, if you convince him enough, he’ll hold you, but forget him reassuring you.

he’s not going to put soccer above you. if you don’t want him to go to a game, or want him to quit, it’s something he’s willing to dump you over.

he’s oblivious to other people’s feelings. if someone’s flirting with him, then he won’t notice. he’ll simply continue conversation with them.

he’s very busy. want to go out sometime? yeah, sure. but then the day of, he might cancel due to some meeting or a game that interests him. if quality time is your love language, just forget him.

he’d try showering you in gifts and expensive items to try and make you forgive him. will he change? no. but he’ll buy you things. he’ll keep buying you more and more, money isn’t a problem. if there’s a fight between you two, he’s going to buy his way out of it.

a/n : oh my gosh i’ve been so busy i’m so sorry. i’ve been in and out of the hospital a ton, but im now taking a long-term break from school so i should have more time to focus on this i hope. gonna try to upload maybe once per week. anyways i love sae sosoossososo much. this guy i really like loves him sm and now i love him too lmfaof. sorry if these are ooc i didn’t have ideas for 5 per flag

[joeyalohadream]

Several Sentence Sunday (Thursday?)

I've been fading in and out of Tumblr the last few weeks so I've been tagged in a few things by a few people and I'm laaaaate to the game. So here's two little phone call snippets from the next chapter of Let your heart be light that is almost finished.

(Thank you for tagging me @weimarweekly and @swifty-fox ❤️)

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Gale’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he’s securing his tools in the barn.

[9:44am] John❤️: You busy?

He types out a quick message, letting John know he’d just finished cutting down a Douglas Fir for his first and only customer so far this morning. A few seconds after he hits send, his phone buzzes again and doesn’t stop.

The smile that tugs his lip up grows when he see’s that John’s calling him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Gale.”

“Hi, John.”

“Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.” His bright voice comes though the speaker and Gale can hear the soft smile in it. “Haven’t really stopped thinking about you since I left. Or since I met you, I guess.” Gale huffs a laugh even as his heart thumps out of rhythm and his face grows warm. “Are you blushing?”

“Yes, John,” Gale laughs again. “You know I am.”

“Send me a picture.”

“No.”

“Buck, pleeeease?”

“No.”

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(John's a total mama's boy in this story, btw.)

“Yeah, I do.”

“And what have I always said to you and your sisters?”

“When you know, you know.” He breathes out, feeling lighter. It’s a mantra that’s been in his head for as long as he can remember. And he’s been saying it to himself since the first time he held Gale in his arms.

“So yes,” his mom breaks him from his thoughts. “I want you to be careful because you’re my baby and I don’t want to see you get hurt. But also, just follow your heart. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen and it won’t steer you wrong, honey.”

“Thanks, ma.”

“Can you at least tell me one thing?”

“Sure.”

“Is he handsome?”

“Ma,” John groans. “Come on.”

“So he’s not?” She teases, mock sympathy in her voice that makes John laugh.

“He’s beautiful, mama. Never seen anyone more beautiful. On the inside too.” He knows his smiles gone dopey, but no ones here to call him on it, so he lets it rest on his face while he pictures Gale’s.

“Well then he sounds like a good match for my beautiful boy.”

“Alright, alright.” He chuckles, but his ears burn.

“Will I get to meet him?”

“’Course,” he says. It’s something that feels inevitable. “Maybe not next week though. I don’t want to overwhelm him.”

“He isn’t falling as fast?”

“He is.” John assures, feeling it in his bones that it’s the truth. “He uh-” John drags a hand over his mouth and contemplates his next words. Not wanting to betray Gale’s confidence but wanting to start to ease into something that he knows will happen sooner rather than later. “He lost his mom when he was a teenager and his dad isn’t in the picture. I don’t know if he’s ready for your brand of motherly attention just yet. Not without time to warn him.”

She makes a sympathetic noise and John can picture her sad smile. The one that always made him feel seen and cared for. The thought of it being directed at Gale makes him feel warm inside.

[islandtarochips]

First Training

Talofa everyone! Today! I would love to share ANOTHER masterpiece that was made by @temeyes as always!

I have requested her to draw my OTP with my OC and the canon character! Which is….

Tiala and Gaz!

Here it is!

Yes people! This is the part where these two were training together!

This was after the 141 and the Warriors Task Force had executed Hassan. As Kanoa had offered them a ride back to Hawaii to celebrate their victory before they head towards their home.

I’m sure Gaz was quite impressed and amazed by how Tiala handled most of the enemies back in Las Almas. In both using weapons and hand-to-hand combat.

So he asked if Tiala could give him some pointers. She wasn’t up for it but since her BROTHER told her to bond with these…MEN. She had no choice but to give this Sergeant a training lesson.

So they started training and from every round….Gaz kept losing. And Tiala doesn’t seem impressed by it. Even with every wrong detail that she corrected him about. He still gets it wrong as she got him pinned down again.

Having enough of this useless training. Tiala had got Gaz pinned down again but in a very unexpected turn for the Sergeant.

As you can see up there! That is when they are finally finished when Tiala asks Gaz, “Are you done yet, Sergeant?”

After seeing this happen. You could see a bit of blush on Gaz’s cheek. Which you know he’s into it 🤭😉

And with such defeat he finally said, "......yes, ma'am." And they're done for the day.

So yeah, that’s how these two ended up like that. Oh IMAGINED if Soap sees this. He won’t be letting this one down on Gaz. Because not only he kept losing against a WOMAN but he saw how he BLUSHED. Hahaha!

Thank you again, Tim! For creating these two! I love love LOVE it! My babies! And uh…gotta let Tiala take it easy on him next time. 😅

And everyone, she is still open for commission! So take a look at the price right here and give her a message if you're interested! She is GREAT!

So thank you for reading this far! Love ya, peles! 😘💖

[yandereunsolved]

Good timezone, I was rewatching some of those “Gotham FYP” tiktoks from a couple months ago and I wanted to ask you a question. If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you? Personally, either Jason or Damian.

Dick is out bc I feel like I’d give him something as a thank you and then I’d never know peace again. I don’t mind clingy but trouble follows that guy like a deranged stalker ex 😭. Which would just make me want to help him? Like yeah sure Nightwing. You can totally crash on the couch while I’m at work, need any Tylenol? There’s soup in the fridge. Byeeee

Tim is out bc I don’t want to be saved by someone who can hack me and know my ao3 history/tumblr account. If I ever need to be saved again I feel like he’d know my fanfic preferences, and I’d know he’d know. Then he’d know that I know that he knows. Can’t have that.

Batman is out bc, and I mean this respectfully, he’d scare the shit out of me. The whole appear and disappear into the shadows thing would cause me to faint or panic and end up knocking myself out. That’d be humiliating. It would keep me up at night and I can’t have that. Or worse, I ask a dumb question. “How often do people ask you if you’re a vampire? Follow-up question, how often do people quote twilight to you?”

I picked Jason bc he won’t hurt you unless you’re selling drugs to kids or apart of violent crime, I’ve done neither and plan to never do either, so I’m safe. For now. Plus if I give him a “thank you” gift, he’d be the most chill about it. Plus, depending on the run, I just really like his costume and want to see it up close. Double plus, red is my favorite color, so he’s therefore my favorite.

I picked Damian bc if it’s kid Damian, I’d love to know how he’d react to being called “the sword Robin”, and I feel like his sassy remarks would snap me out of any possible panic I may have. If it’s adult Damian then I get to see some pretty cool assassin techniques. Win-win. I’d also would want to see if I could get him to infodump about animals.

Oh! Good question, anon. I dug this out of the archives because for some reason it got lost in all my drafts.

"If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you?"

I'd have to choose Dick or Jason.

First of all, he will not be immune to the dick jokes. There are just so many jokes I could make and after being saved, I feel like I would accidentally make one. And then I'd probably be questioned about how I know his indentity, but like- "Where's Dick?" "I need Dick!" "Dick is stuck between a rock and a hard place." I already don't know peace. And he's less likely to send my body into shutdown panic attack mode.

Jason because of the reasons you stated previously. I am not a violent criminal or anyone on any category that he'd want to harm. Despite appearing frightening he is quite chill. So I feel like he'd be pretty chill with me. And I would just wanna touch his mask. :3

Batman, Damian, & Tim are out for me.

I feel like I would make Bruce suspicious. Like I'd be like "T-Thank you, B-Bruce. I mean Batman!" Just like the thing with Dick. While Dick may be chiller with it, I don't trust 'I'm fine with making kids child soldiers Mc traumatized man'. I'd more likely to be assaulted by him or harshly interrogated. My throat would shutdown and I'd just be standing there with wide eyes. Like bro chill tf out. Take a Xanax or something. Does Alfred not slip baby pain meds into your food when you're being stubborn?

Damian is too violent for me. Sure he's flashy but he can also be very bratty. I don't need to be insulted (victim blamed) for getting into a vulnerable position and needing help. I love Damian... but he's more of a dick than the dude named Dick. I can also be a smartass so I feel like the two of us would end up bickering.

Tim, yeah. I feel like he'd cyberstalk me. And then he would be walking around as a civilian and would geek out. Dude is into yanderes. I can feel it in my bones. "You're yandereunsolved right? I love your works. I really think how you portray [insert character] is super close to canon. I also have a Tumblr account. Wanna be moots?" And then that's how I would end up with yandere Tim. I'd never be able to write or read fanfics in peace again.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Promise (Will Graham)

Description: A lazy day between Will and Y/N turns out to be a surprise weeks later.

Warning: Implied smut

Word Count: 566

Request:will graham fluff please 🥺👉👈

Y/N opened her eyes to the bright morning and yawned, the room felt colder as she snuggled under the blanket. Will, her husband, was sleeping next to her facing towards her. She smiled at the sight, she would never get used to seeing him asleep like this. Will was always up super early and ready for the day. He used to have very bad nightmares but since having Y/N in his bed, he didn’t.

Y/N really wanted to let him sleep but he looked so cute, she couldn’t. She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him and kissed his nose. He opened his eyes to the sight of his wife, one of his favorite sights to wake up too. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. “Good morning.” He whispered. She loved his morning voice, it was so sexy. “Morning.” She whispered back before kissing him. He pulled away from the kiss, “No good morning?” He asked with a teasing smile. “No, not yet.” She winks before moving down his bed. 

They laid in bed, both naked and talking quietly to each other. His hand ran itself through her hair, “This is probably my favorite thing to do.” He told her and she gave him a small smile. She could tell that he would rather be a few minutes late to something just to stay in bed with her for a few extra minutes. “Yeah me too.” She tells him. They’ve been in bed for an hour at this point before her stomach growls. They both laugh and she sits up, “Well good things must come to an end.” She says and he sits up as well.

“Says who?” He smirks at her and she looks at him. He had a look in his eyes that could only be described as mischief. “Will…” He gets out of bed and pulls her out of it. “You won’t need to do your morning exercise after breakfast when I’m done with you.” He winks before pulling her to the kitchen. 

“You don’t have any calls or work?” She asked as they got out of the shower. “Nope. It’s just a day for us.” He said as he dried off. She looked at the trash and saw the pregnancy test that she took that was positive. She wasn’t sure when would be the time to tell him but now seemed right. She looked at him, “Will, I need to tell you something.” She says and he looks at her with only his boxers on. “What is it?” He asked and she sighed. She look at the trash again before pulling out the test.

Will stared at her hands as she did, “I’m pregnant. And I know that we’ve only begun this happy life with no Hannibal but I think this could be good for us.” She says and hands him the test. He takes it and looks at it, “How long?” He asked. “8 weeks.” She said and he smiled. “That’s awesome.” He said and looked up at her with tears in his eyes. She walked up and hugged him. “We’re gonna be parents.” She says and he kisses her. “Promise me one thing, Will.” She says and pulls away from the hug. “Don’t let him near our child. No matter what, don’t go back.” Will nodded and gave her a smile, “I promise.”

[toasttt11]

morning

July 9, 2023

Ophelia was brushing out her hair in the mirror in her guest room at the Hughes’s lake house when she heard a soft knock on her door, “Come in.”

Quinn opened the door slowly and blinked surprised to see Ophelia completely awake and ready for the day, she was a morning person he realized like him, “Morning.”

“Morning.” Ophelia mumbled back setting her brush back down on the dresser.

“We’re gonna go the rink in a little bit if you’re up for it?” Quinn asked her and his eyes saw a little penguin stuff animal on her bed and he smiled softly, it’s adorable.

“Okay.” Ophelia quickly nodded never going to turn down going skating.

“Mom is making breakfast and we will probably head out once Luke and Jack finish waking up and eat too.” Quinn told her.

Ophelia nodded and she grabbed her phone and slipped her slides on and started following Quinn out of her room.

“So i’m assuming you’re a morning person?” Quinn asked her as they walked down the hallway together.

“Yeah i rarely can sleep in.” Ophelia told Quinn making him a smile and nod.

“Me too. There’s some really good running trails here if you want to join me in the mornings?” Quinn offered as they walked down the stairs, he always runs alone so it would be nice to run with Ophelia.

“I’d like that.” Ophelia nodded softly giving him a small smile. She’s use to running alone and it would be nice to run with someone else.

“Morning Ophelia!” Ellen looked up from the stove and beamed at Ophelia, she was so happy to have another girl around the house.

Ophelia mumbled a soft morning back and followed Quinn to the barstools and sat down next to him seeing Jack laying his head on counter looking half asleep.

“You’re okay with a omelette?” Ellen asked Ophelia as she plated Quinn’s omelette.

“Yeah, thank you.” Ophelia softly thanked Ellen, it’s been awhile someone has cooked for her outside of the hockey chefs.

Ellen smiled at Ophelia and she stared pointing and asking about the vegetables and which one Ophelia was fine with in her omelette.

“Want coffee?” Quinn leaned over asking Ophelia. Ophelia softly nodded back, “How do you like yours?” Quinn asked he stood up and grabbed a light blue mug that no one ever touches and started brewing a pot of coffee.

“Uh i’m fine with whatever.” Ophelia shrugged, she wasn’t picky about how her coffee is and liked it most ways.

Quinn hummed in response and grabbed milk and a chocolate creamer and held them up to Ophelia, “Which one do want?

Ophelia pointed at the chocolate one making Quinn smiled satisfied and he poured three cups of coffee and poured the chocolate creamer in all three and carried the mugs back to the counter and at the light blue in front of Ophelia, the red Devils one in front to Jack making Jack glance up and immediately took a sip of his coffee and a dark blue one for Quinn.

Ophelia thanked Quinn and Ellen as Ellen set a plate in front of Ophelia.

Jack mumbled a soft morning to Ophelia after waking up a bit from his coffee and he waited for his mom to make his breakfast.

Ophelia was half way through eating her breakfast when Luke finally stumbled into the kitchen his curls going everywhere as he plopped down next to Jack and immediately started inhaling his breakfast.

“Oh Ophelia i’m going shopping today so is there anything you like in particular or have any allergies?” Ellen asked her as she pulled out her shopping list.

“I’m allergic to shellfish and kiwis.” Ophelia told Ellen and all four of them sitting there made that mental note to remember that, Ellen would also make sure to tell Jim. Good thing none of the Hughes care for those two things so they won’t get them again anyways.

“Besides that i’m not picky.” Ophelia shrugged softly, she’s not the biggest eater.

“Okay, what about something you like to snack on?” Ellen asked wanting to make sure Ophelia was completely comfortable here.

“Uh hummus and vegetables.” Ophelia answered.

“Dude that’s my favorite too.” Jack perked up giving her a silly smile making her lips quirk up.

Jim walked in from the backyard and said good morning to the four kids as he walked into the kitchen.

Ophelia helped Quinn clean up form breakfasts as Jack and Luke both got dressed to head to the rink.

Ophelia followed Quinn to the car outside and he grabbed her hockey bag from the garage where they put it last night and he put it in the back of the car, “Sit wherever you want.” Quinn told Ophelia as he unlocked the car.

Ophelia nodded and she climbed into the car and headed back to the third row and sat down.

Jack got in next sitting in the seat in front of Ophelia and Quinn in the drivers seat and Jim in the passenger.

“See Ophelia thinks the third row is better too!” Luke teased Jack as he climbed into the car and went back to the third row sitting down next to Ophelia, Luke liked the third row because the second row only had two chairs and from the third row he had a lot of room to spread out his legs.

“Not everyone has very long legs Lukey boy.” Jack teased back making Quinn shake his head didn’t as he pulled out of the driveway.

Ophelia watched amused as Luke and Jack sassed each other for most of the drive, she’s never felt comfortable to do that with anyone before.

Quinn parked the car and they all got out do the car.

Jack grinned at Ophelia as he grabbed her bag before she could take it and he just started walking into the rink with her bag.

Ophelia softly shook her head and stayed at Quinn’s heels as they walked into the rink, she’s been here at the US rink couple of times.

Jack set her bag right at the stall in between his and Quinn’s and Luke’s is next to Quinn’s.

Ophelia started unpacking her bag into the stall and looked up seeing Luke putting her name in the stall just as the three Hughes have their names in their stall.

Ophelia follows the three boys on to the ice and saw a few other players skating already and she followed Quinn over to Jim.

Quinn had told her that Jim works with them the most during the summer and told her that the rink was gonna be emptier than usually for the next week as most players are on trips right now.

Ophelia nodded listening to what Jim was telling them to do for the drill. She was going again Luke and Jack against Quinn.

Ophelia narrowed her eyes and took off with Luke trying to defended her and she was quick with changing directions and managed to spin around Luke and tap the puck into the net.

Quinn and Jack shared an impressed look with Jim. Obviously they have seen her clips and she had to be pretty great to go first overall but seeing her skill in person is a bit different.

They went through this drill a couple times before Jim switched them up and had Jack going against Luke and Ophelia against Quinn.

Ophelia laughed a bit seeing how competitive Luke and Jack are with one another.

Ophelia got ready for her turn and knew Quinn was gonna be even harder.

Quinn watched intently as Ophelia started skating and he quickly shifted covering her. Ophelia couldn’t get away from Quinn but she could move her stick so she just flicked the puck randomly backwards and hit the post.

“That was smart.” Quinn praised looking at her proudly once they stopped the drill, she couldn’t get away from him defending him so she took the shot even at a bad angle.

Ophelia wiped her face and she smiled up at Quinn.

Quinn started telling her something else she could try and she giving him her full attention as she listened to his instructions.

Jim raised a eyebrow noticing how Quinn was talking to her and seemed to be explaining something to her and noticed the way Quinn had her full attention and had a feeling Quinn will be teaching her a lot on and off the ice.

Quinn smiled proudly as they went through the drill once more and she did exactly what he suggested and she did it perfect, he gave her a high five and patted her head softly, “Good job.” He gave her a proud smile making her perk up a bit and smile back.

Eventually they finished their practice and Ophelia followed the boys off the ice and back to the locker room.

“You were great.” Jack nudged her elbow softly as they sat down in their stalls.

“Awesome.” Luke added agreeing with Jack.

Ophelia shyly smiled back and saw Quinn nodding in agreement.

She had a lot of fun practicing with the boys and Jim coaching, Hockey hasn’t felt fun like that since her Dad would coach her or skate with her, she’s missed hockey being fun.

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“What do you think” Riley asked.

“I like it” he nodded breathing in deep. He could smell the salt from the nearby ocean. There was the smell of fresh paint and spring flowers coming through the windows. “Thanks dad. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Don’t worry about it” Riley shrugged off his thanks. He bent to collect the scattered paint cans. “I’m just so happy you’re home and safe.”

“Me too” sighing he stretched his arms over head. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What’s on your mind” he asked setting the cans down again. “If it’s about paying us back you can forget it.”

“It’s not that. I’ve resigned myself to the fact you won’t accept anything for your generosity.” Looking around the small house Jonah smiled “I do appreciate it. I don’t deserve it.”

“You do” he said firmly. “Your dad and I wanted to do this for you.”

“I don’t get it. I missed so much and put you through so much I just have to tell you how much I appreciate it.” Shrugging he let out a self-conscious chuckle “I was lost for so long that I wondered if I’d ever find my way again.”

“You will” Riley assured him. Motioning towards the couch “lets sit and talk.”

Staring at his hands a moment Jonah said “I don’t think I ever really loved Cory. I mean for a while I thought I did. I was so grateful for his help. He saved me.”

Leaning forward Riley touched his hand stilling their constant nervous gestures. “But gratitude isn’t love. I can see how the two can get confused.” patting his hand “I think he knew.”

Jerking his head up intently gazing at his dad. “What makes you think that?”

“He sent you home where he knew you would more than likely see Ethan again. He knew you had unresolved feelings for him.” Sitting back he waited for his words to sink in.

“He could have just told me” his voice rose thinking back at the last time he saw Cory. “He didn’t have to kick me out as soon as I returned. He didn’t have to go back to his ex.”

“I didn’t say I agreed with his tactics just that he knew you didn’t feel for him the way he was beginning to care about you.” Thinking over his last comment he knew the much older man had loved his son or he wouldn’t have done what he did for him. “I think he gave you a reason to go.”

“You really think he loved me” Jonah asked somewhat skeptically.

“Yeah I do” he admitted holding his breath hoping he hadn’t made a mistake in saying so.

“I never meant to hurt him.”

“I think he knows that” Riley assured him “he made it so he was the bad guy. He wants you to be happy.” Pausing he gave his son an appraising look “are you happy?”

“I think I’m going to be” Jonah said, looking somewhat shocked at his admission.

“Good” Riley nodded “when is Eli coming home?”

“He’s staying with Ethan for the weekend” he said a small hopeful smile spreading across his face. “I needed time to get the house ready. It’ll be impossible to do that with a toddler underfoot all day.”

“Your preaching to the choir” Riley chuckled standing up “how are things between you and Ethan?”

“Don’t start…”

“I’m only asking” Riley waggled his eyebrows “inquiring minds want to know.

“We’re friends” he said walking his dad to the door.

“Uh huh” he chuckled “that’s why you’re red as a tomato. Here’s a piece of advice. Don’t push him away just because you think you should.”

“I’m not” he protested “I just need time.”

“Why the long face” Evan asked plopping down beside his fiance.

“What” Jayden asked looking up with a faraway distracted expression.

“Tell me” he leaned back throwing an arm around him.

“Why can’t they see they’re meant to be together” he demanded leaning into Evan “we all know they’re perfect for each other.”

Shaking his head Evan could feel Jayden’s eyes watching him. “No we’re not doing it. They have to figure it out on their own.” The park incident was enough. A shove in the right direction. He had a feeling Jayden wanted to do more.

“They’re too busy pretending to be ‘just’ friends” he scoffed “they need something extra.”

“You mean pushed into each other’s arms, right?”

“If that’s what it takes” he said attempting to be evasive. He couldn’t understand how Evan could be so passive when it was his brother too. “Come on! You know I’m right. We did it once. It’ll work again.”

“This is different” shaking his head he moved to get up “Ethan needed to see his son…”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it” he pulled his phone out.

“I think we should let them figure things out for themselves” Evan repeated frowning at him wondering what he was doing on his phone.

Nodding his fingers flying across the screen. “Too late” he said satisfied with whatever he’d done.

“What did you do?”

“Don’t worry. All I did was get the ball rolling. The rest is up to them.”

“You better tell me the plan” Evan said resigning himself into helping Jayden or at least minimizing the damage.

“Don’t you trust me” he said puffing his bottom lip out “it’s a good plan.”

“If it’s so good you shouldn’t have a problem telling me” Evan refuted “besides you wanted my help didn’t you?”

“Yeah well, if I tell you, you have to promise not to interfere.”

“Fine.”

“Say I promise.”

“I promise.”

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[thedraculacat]

Forbidden Fruit ೃ⁀⤵

draco malfoy x reader

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synopsis: it starts with a note; nothing dramatic or life changing- just draco being an insufferable flirt with his stupid little scribbled compliments. except it keeps happening. and then you catch him. soon, you start to wonder (against all logic) if things were different, if he wasn't a malfoy, if you weren't supposed to be enemies- would you still hate him? (spoiler: you're not sure anymore)

w/c: 800

It starts with a note.

You’re not sure when he slipped it into your book, but the parchment flutters out between pages of your Charms textbook while you’re cramming for an exam in the library.

You snatch it before anyone else around can see, fingers tightening around the delicate fold of the paper.

Curiosity wins over any caution. You peek at the writing and your breath catches.

Your hair looks extra pretty today.

There’s no signature but you know the handwriting. Slanted, elegant, just messy enough to prove it was scribbled quickly.

Draco Malfoy- he’s in your Charms class.

You scan the room, but there’s no blond Slytherin sitting near the fireplace or hiding in the shadows. Just your friends, completely unaware that their classmate is apparently exchanging notes with the ‘enemy’.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. A joke, probably. But then it happens again.

And again.

Little notes tucked into your bag, your books, slipped beneath your plate at breakfast. Nothing big, just small whispers in ink.

Did you always chew the tip of your quill when you’re thinking?

That was a rather impressive Levitation Charm today. Though you couldn’t possible get me to admit that out loud.

You should wear green more often.

Each time, you try to ignore the way your stomach flutters. This is Malfoy we’re talking about. Arrogant, sneering, pureblood Malfoy. And you’re a Gryffindor. This is nothing. It has to be.

And yet-

One evening, you catch him.

You’re leaving the library late, arms full of books, when you see him trying to subtly cast a spell on a small note in his hand.

“Really?” You hum, amusement tugging at your lips. “You couldn’t just hand it to me like a normal person?”

Draco straightens his back like he meant to be caught. His face shifts into something neutral and his chin lifts in defiance. “Maybe this one wasn’t for you.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “Maybe you like the secrecy.”

He doesn’t answer. He just watches you, silver eyes unreadable, before gesturing to the note that’s now sitting on top of your stack of books. 

You place them down and unfold the parchment. It’s not like the others. No teasing, no poetry, just one simple sentence.

Meet me at the Black Lake. Midnight.

Your heart pounds and you glance at him. “Why?”

Draco smirks, but there’s something in the way he nervously shoves his hands into his pockets. “You’ll have to find out, won’t you?”

You almost don’t go.

It’s reckless. Stupid, even. But when the clock strikes twelve, you find yourself slipping out of the castle, the cool night air biting your cheeks as you make your way to the lake.

Draco’s already there, sitting on the grass, his Slythering robes draped over his shoulders like some sort of blanket. He looks up when you approach, his expression hard to read.

“Hey,” you say softly.

“You came,” he replies, as though he hadn’t been entirely sure you would.

You sit beside him, a safe distance away. “Well, you asked.”

Silence stretches between you, the only sound of the gentle lapping of water against the shore. Then, he speaks.

“Do you ever think about how ridiculous all of this is?” His voie is quiet, but there’s an edge to it. “The house rivalries, the expectations, the rules about who we’re meant to be?”

You glance at him, surprised. “Coming from you, that’s rich.”

His lips twitch like he wants to grin but he can’t quite manage it. “Yeah, well. Maybe I’m starting to realize some things are worth ignoring the rules for.”

The weight of his words settles between you.

You don’t know what to say, so you look at the water instead. The moon casts a silverly glow over the surface, lighting the shadowy figures gliding just below. Mermaids. Their silhouettes flicker in and out of view, as if they were ghosts.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmur.

Draco hums in agreement. “Dangerous, too.”

You glance at him. He’s watching the water but his expression is different. Lost in thought.

Maybe it’s the late hour, or the secrecy, or the way the moonlight softens his sharp features- but you forget, just for a moment, that you’re meant to be on opposite sides of a war you didn’t ask to be a part of.

Just for a moment, you let yourself think about what it would be like if things were different.

If he weren’t a Malfoy.

If you weren’t a Gryffindor.

If love wasn’t a forbidden fruit.

He turns to you then, and for the first time, he doesn’t smirk or sneer. His expression is open, honest, and it terrifies you more than anything else ever has.

“Would you still hate me,” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, “if I was different? Not a Malfoy?”

Your throat tightens.

You don’t answer.

How could you?

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[kerryweaverlesbian]

I think we're beautiful

Closeted egg stanford era transfem!Dean/Cassie ft. the strap anyone? Anyone? Anybody?

Read the opening under the cut:

It’s one of those long golden summer evenings, the sun making love to the horizon for hours and kissing over Cassie and Dean where they’re laid out on her bed. Dean’s been “rambling on” about his favorite album, Led Zeppelin II, and Cassie is tuned in to the sound of his voice than the words themselves. She likes Dean. She likes him a lot. It’s been kind of freaking her out lately, that they’ve gotten so close so quickly. She’s thought about pumping the brakes a few times, taking a day or two without seeing each other, but then he comes over, and he’s so softly happy to see her that she couldn’t bear telling him to go. 

And Dean is soft. He’s sweet. She’s seen him put up the machismo act, and she’s made it known she won’t stand for it when it’s just them together, and he rolled over on it pretty quick - and from how they argue sometimes, that’s notable. It’s like he was waiting for an excuse. He’s talked a bit about his dad, and a lot about his brother, and Cassie’s pretty sure he doesn’t get too many excuses. Call it journalistic intuition. He’s been lonely for a long time. So has she. 

There’s not many chances to meet new people in Cape Girardeau, outside of college students, and there’s only so many times Cassie can pretend to be interested in someone’s major. Dean’s been everywhere, seen everything, road tripping with his dad, and while Cassie has no desire to join the Kerouacs of the world, she likes how Dean talks about it. When Dean talks about a place, he talks about the people. He hasn’t bothered with the Grand Canyon, or the Hollywood Sign, or the Hoover Dam, but he can tell you the best burger joint on any given stretch of highway without pause for thought, and which the middle aged waitress gave him an extra set of fries to-go because he reminded her of an old flame. 

She wonders how Dean’s going to talk about her when they break up, and she doesn’t like the thought, so she reaches for a distraction.

She kisses him mid-word, and he flusters from it, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. 

“What was that for?”

“You’re cute.”

“I’m not-”

“If you say you’re ‘not cute, you’re handsome’ again, I’m kicking you in the shins. Take a compliment.”

Dean holds his hands up and rolls his eyes, but Cassie can see his shy smile, so she takes it up a notch. She kicks a leg over him, and traces his features as she narrates: “Cute cheeks, cute nose, cute eye-bags.”

Dean snorts. “Who has cute eyebags?”

“You do,” Cassie counters, because she can roll her eyes too, “Now shut up, I’m talking. Cute ears. Beautiful mouth.”

She traces it slowly with her thumb, and presses in when Dean lets it hang open. His eyes go glassy, and Cassie wonders how he’d look sucking on her strap. He looks like he’s going through a religious experience when she lets him eat her out after all, and he doesn’t always look for a return on the favor. Will he get weird about it, if she asks? If they were in front of someone, almost certainly, but they’re not in front of anyone. They’re just Cassie-and-Dean. 

“Dean,” she says, and his eyelashes flutter to refocus on her, “If I show you something, can you promise not to get weird about it? It’s a little…out there.”

She presses her thumb down on his tongue for a moment longer, anxious of the answer, but when she lets him go, he says, “Promise,” immediately, then adds as she goes to her bottom drawer, “I’ve seen plenty ‘out there’.”

“Yeah, well,” Cassie says, now kind of wanting to shock him, “You seen this?”

She holds up her harness, and the accompanying deep red dildo, long, with a few fake veins running up the sides. She sticks her chin up, pretending her heart isn’t hammering in her chest from nerves. Dean’s eyes have gone huge, doing a double-take from the dildo to her face and back again. He takes a deep breath, then points at it decisively.

“You are not putting that thing up my ass.”

Cassie scoffs, glad for the diffusion of tension. “I wasn’t offering it up your ass!” She takes it to the bed, and the way Dean can’t stop staring at it with trepidation is a little funny, a little hot. “I was thinking, maybe you lick it a few times.”

[continue on Ao3]

[stellewriites]

have to keep repeating in my head; he’s leaving soon he’s moving out he’s got a job so he’s leaving in two months he’s moving out every time i see a mess my brother has made in the house