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hollisxwrites · 3 months

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Hi, can you do a short piece for Luke Castellan x reader, where Luke saves a mortal reader from a monster and they fall in love please?

as long as i'm with you, hero

gif is not mine!

THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST!!!

word count: 1.1k

warnings: one singular swear word, reader calls luke a pretty boy, slight mentions of violence, overall just fluffy and cute, probably a little ooc and definitely doesn't follow the main plot.

summary: after luke saves the {reader} from a horrifying monster, they fall in love. that's it, that's the plot.

Before I even knew it, a creature I had only ever heard of in myths was approaching me. I was terrified when I saw the Antaeus, an ugly, brooding, red creature nearing where I sat on a bench in Central Park. I looked around, hoping someone saw the demon too, but no one even looked up. I felt crazy, deranged even, hoping, and praying to any and every god I knew possibly existed. I didn’t want to die today. I was frozen onto the cold, metal bench, not knowing whether to run for my life or not, wondering if I was hallucinating all of this. The creature was ten feet away from me. Well shit. I thought. I didn’t know I was dying today.

Suddenly, as the creature continued to tramp towards me, a young man, about my age, in a highlighter orange tee-shirt ran at the monster head on. I was shocked. I thought I was the one who could see the horrible thing, but apparently, the handsome boy with the dark curls could see him, too. His sword slashed at the creature, but every wound the boy inflicted on him was healed by the Earth. I guess Gaea was his mother. The boy, then coming up with a strategy, jumped up on the monster and hoisted him up with his...what is that? Flying shoes? Then, he sliced the head of the monster, and it turned into ash. The boy fell to the ground with a sickening smack. He didn’t move, so I rushed towards him. No one in the crowd looked at the poor boy, except me. Could no one see what was happening except me? I rushed to the boys side, kneeling down on the ground. I placed a hand on his chest to make sure his heart was beating, and it was. His breath was steady, but it looked like he must of fainted from impact, possibly having a concussion. I couldn't tell if he hit his head or not. I shook him slightly, and then again, when eventually his eyes fluttered open, and oh my god, his eyes were stunning.

“Are you alright?” I asked, concerned about the boy. He winced a little bit when he tried to sit up, obviously embarrassed to be lying flat on the cold ground.

He sighed and winced at the sun that was directly in his eyes. “I’ve been better. Who are you anyways? Did you see everything that just happened?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah. I feel like I’m the only one who saw the Antaeus until you came out of nowhere.”

“Well, I guess you’re just different, like me.” He met my eyes, and I swear I could feel my heart beat out of my chest just looking at this stranger. “What’s your name?”

“My name is {reader}. What’s yours? Thank you for saving me, by the way. I would probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for you.”

He finally sat up to meet face me, ruffling his hair, trying to make it look a little more presentable, I assumed. “Luke. Luke Castellan. And, you’re welcome. Never hurts to help a pretty person like you.”

“Nice to meet you, Luke.” I said, blushing slightly. “Now tell me, what just happened and why could I see something no one but you could?”

That day, Luke told me all about the world of demigods, Greek myths, and gods, and how everything that I have been told about them is real. He told me that his father, Hermes, abandoned him to fend for himself a long time ago, and now, nine years later, he was here, fighting off monsters for a camp that he felt didn’t appreciate him.

Something else I discovered that day was that I am in love with Luke Castellan. His dark eyes and scar on the side of his face that I wanted so badly to kiss, and his demeanor of confidence that I learned was a ruse all made me fall deeply in love with him.

All of this happened six months ago, and now, this mysterious demigod who saved my life is my boyfriend, and I am an honorary member of Camp Halfblood, due to my inclination to see through what the people at the camp call the mist, which put me in danger. The camp was beautiful, and I learned skills such as sparing, archery, and sword fighting. I spent time with Luke on the beautiful sunny days that seemed to last forever at the camp.

I was walking across the archery field in my camp tee-shirt and bathing suit, using my hand to cover my face from the sun. I was alone, or so I thought, when all the sudden I heard footsteps following me to the lake. I looked back and saw the beautiful face of my even more beautiful boyfriend. I paused my walking and let him catch up to me. He picked me up in his arms and spun me around. I let out a joyful laugh, holding on to him in order not to hit the ground. He sat me down carefully and looked into my eyes, smiling his gorgeous smile that captivated me all those months ago.

“Hi.” He said, smiling down at me. The sun hit his face at the perfect angle, illuminating all his features that I loved so much. He looked like a god, and I guess that was fitting, because he technically was partially one.

“Hi, pretty boy.” I replied, in awe of him. My hands rested on his shoulders as I continued to admire every part of his face. My fingers went up to trace the scar on his face up and down. He relished the feeling, leaning onto my hand. I moved to caress his face, embracing his warmth.

His eyes fluttered to my lips, and I smiled at him, pressing my body closer to his. He pressed our lips together, and every time, I felt blissful. He tasted like sugar and sunshine, and he was so gentle and soft with me. He started to press kisses all over my face, causing my face to warm up, not due to how hot it is. He placed one more lingering kiss to my lips, grinning into me. He grabbed my hand.

“Let’s got swim, sweetheart.”

“Anything as long as I’m with you, hero.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to my neck as we walked. I hoped in this moment that these days of sunshine and my pretty boyfriend never ended.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson show #pjo series

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redstarwriting · 10 months

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i think i’ve seen this film before

hobie brown x fem!reader

request?: yes

request: “Can I request a hobie brown x fem! reader who saves his life but almost dies. Like, she’s super protective over him and one day they’re fighting an anomaly.”

requested by: anon

word count: 2.8k

genre: angst with some fluff

Warnings: language, strangling, mentions of injuries, knives, mentions of stabbing, near-death experiences, murder, death, mentions of stitches, canon event happenings, kraven the hunter (he himself deserves a warning lmao), bruising, cuts, blood

A/N: angst be my favorite lol i hope you enjoy this anon! sorry for the torture hobie and (y/n) go through in this oops ALSO t-swift title bc i enjoy pain

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The minute you came to Spider Society, Hobie became your best friend. Literally, y’all hit it off immediately. The two of you were seemingly inseparable and made the best team out of all of the spiders. He was overly protective of you, and you were overly protective of him. Because of that, it wasn’t surprising to anyone in the slightest when the two of you shared a kiss after a mission. Of course, for the two of you, it was an in the moment thing. Both of you were hurt and needed the other person to be okay and while the two of you were frantically making sure the other was alive and okay Hobie somehow ended up with his lips on yours out of relief you were still here. And then from that moment on you were together all the time romantically on top of being best friends.

Miguel noted this and started to try and send you two on missions without each other, but every time Hobie wouldn’t listen and end up with you anyways. So, he had no choice but to send the two of you together. But he was always worried that one of you wouldn’t be fast enough to save the other. And if that happened… well he’s seen enough Peter’s lose a Gwen to have a guess.

And today his fear nearly came true.

The two of you were on a mission going against a particularly difficult anomaly in his world. Of course, you and Hobie had taken on just as bad before and been fine, so going into it there wasn’t really any concern. But during the fight, things were getting a little hairy. The two of you land on a building to regroup and rethink your methods of attack. “Kravens fucking suck,” you growl, and Hobie nods. “Can always count on the bloody Russian wanker to make shit ‘arder ‘an it should be,” he frowns. “How do all the damn Kravens know how to develop the damn spray to cancel out our senses?” you ask, rolling your shoulder back since he had hit you there earlier after numbing your spider sense. Hobie rubs it without a second thought. “‘ow bad ‘e getcha, love?”

“I’ll be okay. Just pisses me off,” you mumble, and Hobie nods. “Don’t push y’self, (Y/n), it’s not worth it. If Miguel wants to catch ‘is guy so bad ‘e can do it ‘imself,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “We can do this, just gotta come up with a new strategy.”

“Right, then. We’ll give ‘im hell like we did ‘at one time with Lizard in Miles’ dimension,” he suggests, and you nod. “Sounds like a plan. We can even knock him off the top of the roof of this building. He may be strong but he’s not us.” Hobie nods.

“Stay safe, (Y/n).”

“You too, Hobie.”

With that, the two of you leap off the building, Hobie going directly in front of Kraven and taunting him while you went behind him, getting ready to strike. Unsurprisingly, it worked. The two of you got in quite a few punches, kicks, and hits, but this Kraven just… wasn’t going down. The two of you didn’t know this, but he was actually drugged up on some enhancer from his world, so his durability was even stronger than usual. And getting a few good hits in just pissed him off. The two of you were going in for a similar attack, Hobie going behind him this time to catch him off guard, except that didn’t necessarily happen. Kraven caught him off guard. He turned around, grabbing Hobie by the throat. He gripped Kraven’s hands, trying to get them off, but his strength was too enhanced. Hobie actually felt panicked. He’s been through things like this a lot, but now he had you. And not only that, you were here, with him.

And he’s supposed to be protecting you.

His eyes widen as he feels Kraven tighten his grip, cutting off his airflow completely. Now, he was really panicking. He was desperately trying to pry Kraven’s hands off his throat, but nothing seemed to be working. He subconsciously started glancing around, trying to find you. If he was going to die, he wanted you to be the last thing he saw. Not this overly muscled asshole currently murdering him. He heard him muttering some shit in Russian, but he was too preoccupied with his vision starting to get fuzzy and going black. By this point, bitter tears were falling down his face, and all he could think about was you. He’d stopped fighting as hard at this point, mainly because he literally couldn’t fight any harder than he was, weakly trying to get Kraveen off in any way he could think. But it just wasn’t working. Nothing was working.

That is until Kraven got railed with a semi.

He let go of Hobie, and Hobie gasped for air. He fell to the ground, everything was hazy and he was too dizzy to stand up. He coughed, looking up at where the semi came from, and saw you. Kraven was angrily standing up again, and you were laser-focused on him. You charge at him, getting another good hit to his face. Hobie smirks, trying to stand, but realizes after he stumbles back down to that ground that he is nowhere near that point just yet. So he tries his best to take deep breaths and recover from what he just went through. But that leaves you alone fighting this piece of shit. He doesn’t necessarily like that idea very much. His eyes don’t leave you once. He knows how strong you are, but knowing how strong this anomaly is, worries him. So he calls for backup. Jessica answers, and he speaks. His voice is raspy, almost unrecognizable. “Need ‘elp,” he starts, still staring at you, then he sees something that makes his entire body go numb.

Kraven punches you in the leg, and you suddenly stumble. You fall to the ground, and Kraven makes it a point to punch your other leg. And then both of your arms. Until you can’t move. Hobie’s heart drops as he realizes he’s using his nerve punch against you. He kicks you, hard, punching you in the face this time. Then, he pulls out his bolo knife. Hobie is running before he can even process it, and he learns later on that in his moment Jess heard him scream in a way she’s never heard before. He gets to Kraven and feels a searing pain spread across his chest, but he couldn’t care less about himself in the moment. He reaches out for you, ready to shield you with his body so Kraven can’t cut you again, but before he can grab you, Kraven picks you up by your throat, dangling you off the top of the building. You can’t even fight back, all of your limbs are limp and you just have to endure the choking Hobie went through earlier. Kraven laughs. “Do anything to me, and I drop her.”

“Let ‘er go. Now.”

“Well, if you insist.”

He drops you. He drops you right off of the high rooftop the three of you are on. Hobie screams, but Kraven quickly grabs him, preventing him from saving you. Big mistake on his part. Hobie growls, punching Kraven directly in the face. He doesn’t hold back. Kraven crumples to the ground, and Hobie jumps over the side of the building, trying to get to you as fast as he can. He doesn’t give a fuck about capturing Kraven anymore. You can’t move. You can’t web away from this.

You’re just falling.

You’re happy you have your mask on because you worry that the fear in your eyes would break Hobie. Hobie feels the same about himself as he reaches out for you, but you’re too far away from him. He shoots a web out, connecting to your abdomen as you near the ground, webbing himself against the building so you won’t keep falling. So you’ll be safe. He has to keep you safe.

To Miguel, he’s seen this scene a thousand times. The exact positioning, the panic, the way Spider-Man isn’t rationally thinking in the moment and makes a web mistake that destroys him. Typically, Miguel would stand aside. This is technically a canon event multiple spiders go through. But something in him isn’t accepting the two of you going through the event of losing the other.

Canon event or not, Miguel wasn’t about to let another spider die today.

Jess zooms over on her motorcycle, shooting webs out of her gloves to form a web of cushioning underneath of where you are about to hit the ground while Miguel leaps, shooting a web out to connect to your head to lessen the blow since he can’t get to you in time. Luckily, the web below you mixed with Miguel’s precaution quite literally saved your life. Your head did bounce back a bit, yes, enough to give you whiplash, but you were alive. Albeit very injured, but alive. Hobie leaps down immediately, landing on the web and cradling you in his arms. He rips yours and his mask off, bringing his ear down to your lips to hear you breathing. Then he puts his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. It’s only then that he can calm down slightly. But then he sees the knife wounds all over your body. He looks into your eyes, seeing tears as he wipes them away. Sometimes he wipes away his own tears that dripped down onto your face. “Love? (Y/n)? Can ya ‘ear me?” he asks, but you just slowly blink at him.

You’re too tired to listen. You can’t really hear anything, but it breaks your heart to see Hobie’s face. The way he’s frantically trying to talk to you. You just don’t have the energy to say anything. He’s moving so much faster than you could even imagine moving right now. You can see Hobie mouthing to stay awake to you, but you can’t hear his voice. You wish you could hear his voice. You love his voice. He gently slaps your cheek, pulling your attention back to him. He looks so sad. He starts getting fuzzy, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. You know he’s telling you to stay awake and you know you probably should, but you’re just so tired. And cold. But Hobie will hold you and make you feel warmer. So, a little nap should be fine.

Your losing consciousness scares the shit out of him. He holds you close to him, crying and mumbling that he’s sorry over and over again. He only stops when Miguel approaches him, telling him they have to get you back to Spider Society so they can take you to medical. “But you have to let go of her…” Hobie shakes his head. “No. No, I’ll carry ‘er,” he says, and his voice sounds more like pleading than anything else. Miguel nods. “You can do that. Let’s go.” Hobie stands as Miguel opens a portal, walking through it and holding you as close to him as he can. He frequently checks your pulse, panicking when he realizes it’s fainter than before. As soon as he steps foot back into Spider Society, you’re taken from him. He just has to watch as they take you away. Jessica is holding him back. “You need medical attention too, Hobie. Come on,” she says, staring at the gnarly gash across his chest. He gets stitches, but the entire time he only asks about you. He’s only thinking about you.

“What happened?” Miguel asks him after he’s all fixed up. Hobie shakes his head. “I wasn’t fast enough,” he whispers. His voice is still raspier than usual and Miguel can clearly see bruising around his neck. “She saved you, didn’t she?”

“…I don’t wanna talk abou’ it.”

“Hobie—”

“Yes. Okay? She did. I’m alive cause she ‘elped me and when I needed to ‘elp her, I couldn’t. I ain’t fast enough,” Hobie snaps, and Miguel frowns. “Hobie. This is the job. She’s okay now, but—”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s the fuckin’ job, Miguel! She got hurt on my watch!… This is my fault…”

“No. It isn’t, it’s that Kraven’s… though I don’t think we’ll need to worry about him anytime soon,” Miguel says, and Hobie glances at him. “Why?”

“You forgot to pack your punches in your panic,” Miguel sighs, and Hobie nods. “Fuckin’ good. Bloody bellend deserved it.”

Miguel shakes his head. “You should be able to go see her now. We needed to stitch her up and give her some blood transfusions so she’ll probably be a little… drowsy if she’s even awake. But you can see her.” Hobie immediately stands. “Where is she?”

Miguel walks him to your room, motioning to Hobie that he can go inside. Hobie walks inside the hospital room and rushes to your bedside. He grabs your hand, rubbing it with his thumb. You’re asleep, and he doesn’t even want to try and wake you up. But he can’t help but notice all the bruises and stitches all over your body. He can’t stop staring at your injuries, but the one that really sticks out is the bruising around your neck. He had the same, but he would have gone through it twenty times if it meant you didn’t have to. He’s crying again, but he doesn’t even make an effort to wipe the tears away. He just keeps staring at the injuries he couldn’t prevent. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

His head snaps to your face. Your voice is as hoarse as his, yet you’re still looking at him with a tiny smile. “’ow d’ya feel?” he asks, quietly. You sigh. “Bad. Head hurts really bad. Body’s sore. But it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you say, and he nods, looking away from you slightly as a new wave of tears comes over him. You bring your other hand up to his face, wiping some of his tears away. “Don’t cry, Hobie, I’m okay,” you say, and he shakes his head no. “You’re not okay. You’re ‘urt. I couldn’t ‘elp you…” he whispers, and you frown. “No. I should have helped you sooner.”

“Don’t you say ‘at.”

“Then don’t you say bad things about yourself,” you say, and he just looks down. “Hobie… look at me.” He raises his head, looking at your face. “I’m alive, okay?”

“But you almost—”

“Who cares what ‘almost happened.’ It didn’t happen, yeah? I’m here, breathing, talking to you,” you urge, and he shakes his head. “I care. Always gonna care, love,” he whispers, placing his hand on yours on his face, holding it there. You rub his cheek with your thumb, and he lets out a shaky breath. “I killed ‘im, y’know?”

“I’m so surprised,” you say sarcastically, and a ghost of a smile graces his face. But it disappears as fast as it came. “Really, though. ‘m sorry, (Y/n). This shouldn’ta ‘appened to ya,” he mumbles. You shake your head. “It’s okay, Hobie. You did your best,” you say, and he sighs. “Ya sound tired.”

“I am… apparently getting stabbed and cut multiple times makes you lose a lot of blood. Who would have thought, right?” you joke, and Hobie shakes his head. “Go to sleep, love.”

“Only if you join me.”

“Ya stable enough for ‘at?” he asks, hesitating just because of your recovery process. “I’ll be a lot less stable if I don’t get to hold you, Hobart,” you say, and he shakes his head. “I’m rubbin’ off on ya too much.”

“Impossible.” You scoot over, and he lays down. You wrap your arms around him as he places his head on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat is soothing to him right now. He gently wraps his arm around your waist, careful not to agitate your wounds. You rub his arm for a few moments before falling asleep. Now that he knows you’re okay(ish) and that you’re alive, he suddenly feels very tired. Maybe it’s just the lull of your heartbeat, but he falls asleep shortly after you.

Jess and Miguel look inside the room. “You interfered with a canon event,” Jess says, and Miguel shrugs. “I don’t like when spiders die.”

“Sure. That’s the only reason,” Jess mutters, softly smiling at the two of you. It was cute how in love the two of you were, even after a near-death experience on both ends. Peter B. Parker appears behind them, looking into the room and covering Mayday’s eyes. “Oh, shit— I mean shoot. Don’t tell your mom. What did I miss, you guys?”

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#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spiderverse #atsv

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ratboyy-withtheexistentialdread · 3 months

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Nevermore Chapter 97

Spoilers ahead, lads. Skedaddle if you don't fast pass. EDIT I guess I’ve said too much in this post and need to pull it back a little. So imma gonna edit it so it doesn’t say too much about this chapter.

Alright, first my reaction cause HOLY HELL those last few panels really got me like

I really had to put my phone down and talk myself through them. Now, lets talk about what I gained from this chapter and the infamous Annabel Lee. I've noticed, at least in the comment section, the fandom really doesn't care for Annabel's character and its difficult to know where the animosity has come from. Tumblr obviously loves her but us heathens support women's rights and wrongs (Don't we gents?) Many call her a sociopath or what’s happens in the last few panels. Annabel is indeed ruthless, calculating and stone cold but she obviously cares. She cares for Lenore above everything. It can be easy to see this as obsession as we really haven't seen her care about much else or even herself. But one comment on the Webtoon brought up a very valid point which I've also picked up on.

Annabel and Lenore in life were very isolated and broken people when they met one another. Annabel, broken and then rebuilt into a prim and proper lady. Lenore, broken physically and mentally and closed off from the world.

Meeting each other saved them. They were no longer alone. There was an understanding between them at least that we know of.

Their differences though is what divides them in death.

Annabel played games, and masked her true self around her father and family connections. She now makes games of situations to retain what little control she had in life over a society she knew she could never break the rules of. A Game that was always rigged against her.

Lenore rebelled against society. She fled the estate to escape a suitor, was bound to the attic and ostracized by her family, she then faked her death and posed as man to court Annabel, the one person who cared for her.

Lenore wants to break the rules of the deans Death Game. Annabel wants to follow them.

It’s all they’ve ever known.

Before it was only them that mattered. Now Lenore has so much more to fight for and Annabel still only has Lenore. Both are right in their own way of playing the game but it pains the other to witness.

Annabel, I’m sure is aware that the Deans are not all they seem to be and won’t simply allow the students to turn the tables on them if they played how Lenore wants to.

And playing Annabel’s way means the callous death of many many people that do deserve another chance at life.

Now. I do have to agree with Annabel in the sense that Lenore forgets

This is a Death Game

Right now the “villainous” characters show their true face with pride and the “hero’s” are charming and true but as we get down to the wire, it’s going to get grey. There are no good or bad at the end of these games, only survival.

Could Annabel show some restraint and more tact when speaking strategy and making plans with Lenore? Absolutely. She’s little too giddy about sweeping some pieces off the board.

Lenore also needs to stop being so naive. She saw first hand what exactly the Deans are capable of in Dreamland, it put the fear of god in her.

In fairness to both characters though they and we are still missing big pieces of what happened between them and what their causes of death were. Which could hold big aspects of their characterization.

Maybe Lenore was originally very callous about others. In life, aside from Theo and Annabel, we’ve never really seen her interact with others. Perhaps this is the Lenore Annabel speaks of.

Anyway, I’m rambling. In conclusion, I’m a bit disappointed in Nevermores comment section. I enjoy Annabel’s character although some parts do worry me a bit but I have hope Red and Flynn have plans to curve this to a satisfying reason and conclusion.

That cliffhanger, boy howdy, what the fuck is Lenore gonna do…

#nevermore webtoon #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee whitlock #white raven #duke #Pluto #nevermore webcomic #nevermore WEBTOON spoilers

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crossdressingdeath · 4 months

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Wyll: Father taught me the four pillars of power. Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. He reckoned I'd follow in his footsteps - first as a Fist Marshal, then as a duke. Vanquish evil, maintain order, save the world. But a duke makes bedfellows with more monsters than he slays. Father called it 'diplomacy'. I called it 'hypocrisy'. In the frontiers, there is no posturing, no diplomacy. I slay monsters, I don't consort with them. Even if I might look like one.

I may have lied about being done talking shit about Ulder.

A thing I find interesting with this is that the only one of those four pillars that you could really argue is a heroic trait as opposed to neutral (the Dead Three's Chosen—or at least the initial trio before Orin stabbed Durge in the back—all had courage, insight and strategy for sure) is justice... which the epilogue proves Ulder doesn't really believe in, or at least not in a heroic way. After all, he immediately pardons the Fist for what they did (because the big mean Banite lied to them! Which is definitely the same as being physically forced into tormenting the lower classes! The Fist are victims too! Shut up!) despite openly admitting that he knows that isn't just. It's also interesting that Ulder thought of them as the pillars of power; not good leadership, not heroism, not anything like that. Just power. Which wouldn't be an issue if it wasn't for people constantly insisting he's such a great guy; because they do it feels odd that his priority in teaching his son was how to have power rather than how to be a good leader.

It's also interesting to me that Wyll acknowledges that Ulder willingly worked with awful people and is legitimately angry about the hypocrisy. Sometimes in the early game it feels like the story was originally going to actually involve Wyll facing the fact that his father sucks, but if that was the case I guess they dropped it by act 3. Which is a real shame; I feel like Larian really dropped the ball by having Wyll never realize that Ulder really does suck. Not to mention that it's quite an about-face! Here we have Wyll being angry about Ulder's hypocrisy in working with people he knows are monsters while talking about the importance of vanquishing evil, and then in the epilogue it switches to Wyll going "My father openly admitted that the god of justice himself wouldn't approve of pardoning the Fist for what they did while Gortash was active, then did it anyway because that mean ol' Banite convinced them of something they should've already known because the presence of Bhaalists in Baldur's Gate wasn't a secret and the Fist just didn't do anything about them for years; isn't he so wonderful and empathetic and such a fantastic leader?" Hey, Larian, aren't characters' good endings supposed to be about them acknowledging and beginning to work through how badly the people around them hurt them...?

#bg3 #wyll ravengard

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grapefives · 1 year

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FUN IS LOGICAL | HC

senku x gn!reader

set in ishigami village + volleyball player reader + fluff + light angst + light humor

as we know, senku isn’t very… sporty… fit… mm

“I’M DONE!” he heaves as he lays flat on the ground.

you huff, “we haven’t even started a match! all we’ve done is teach you the stances and-“

you go quiet when you know he isn’t even listening, his body is literally still as a dead body.

with a defeated, glum sigh, you walk away, teasingly walking over him to who knows where.

for certain, he’ll go back to his blueprints and try to please everyone except you.

first he saves ruri, then works night and day to prove how good his intellect is. it’s tiring, being on the side line.

speaking of side lines, you missed doing everything in your power to not have the ball go there.

you missed the thrill of running around, tensing your muscles for the ball’s impact and making up strategies to win

you sigh at the fond memory.

“so,” you jolt at someone’s voice, not having realized you were sitting on a rock and staring into space.

“kohaku,” you say with a gentle smile, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.

“what’s wrong? you seem pretty defeated, did you fight with senku?”

“hm? no, no we didn’t fight,” you shake your head.

“then?”

you turn to stare at her, fondly. “i don’t know man-“

“i’m a woman!”

“-i just miss playing volleyball. the thrill of it all. scraping your knees, your elbows when you fall from saving the ball. knocking into a groupmate and just… spending hours playing with friends… being competitive… i miss that.”

“volleyball…” kohaku mumbles, “is a game? sounds like a battle.”

you laugh, “almost! a battle to win and.. ah man,”

“woman.”

“i miss it.” you say, staring up into the sky. “i ask senku for just a moment…” you frown, “he has his own thing, something he loves. i don’t mind helping him, i know this is the best for humanity but, i just wish i had volleyball as my escape again.”

kohaku frowns, “what’s stopping you?”

you give her a look, “i don’t really have anyone to play with, senku made this ball for me and just gave it to me like he’s trying to get rid of a child.”

“that’s rude.”

“i guess,” you shrug.

“i still don’t get how you to are together,” she says honestly.

you smile, “me neither.”

she sees you sigh, looking anywhere with a saddened smile. “you know,” she starts, “while everyone appreciates the new things senku is showing and providing us, there’s no harm in learning games. after all, it’s something someone invented, right? something for people to also enjoy?”

you stare at her, surprised at this. “well.. yes-“

“then teach us! there’s lot’s of people in the village that would love a good competition! i’m sure sure of us warriors would be up for it!”

“are you serious?” you asks, heart racing with excitement.

“duh.”

and you stand up, following her back to the village. you see senku once more in his little world, a world you barely fit in.

but that’s okay, you’re looking forward to something more.

“volleyball!” you hear kohaku yell, “i dare you all to learn it and play!”

“hey, don’t force them-“ you try.

“it’s a game!” she grins.

“we have responsibilities, kohaku,” one of the warriors said.

“we could take a break,” another one says, “it’s pretty quiet today. “plus, games bring on challenges, no?” he asks you.

“well, yes. absolutely.” you smile, hoping you could at least round up four people.

“i’m down for a challenge!” another pipes up.

and soon, you got your six people, you and kohaku included. it was enough for you.

they were pretty good at listening and executing the practices and the stances. before long, they were ready to play.

it was so exiting, you’re pretty sure you were smiling the whole time, but your face doesn’t hurt.

what made you feel even better was that everyone else was enjoying it! two rounds later and a crowd started to form, mostly kids and teens but there was cheering and clapping.

you were soaring. and your team won.

“alright! guys! it’s getting dark!” gen says with a clap.

“that was great!” you laughed, drenched in sweat.

“water,” kohaku gasped.

“get your water over here please,” gen yells.

“good game guys! y’all learned fast!” you said as everyone ran towards gen.

“or you’re good at teaching,” senku’s voice came from behind.

you tensed, unsure whether to be petty or forgive him for his lack of attention and affection.

“maybe,” you end up saying. you don’t pay him more mind as you try to walk over to gen.

“here,” senku says, grabbing your arm with one hand and the other shoves water in your face.

“oh,” you take it awkwardly. “thanks.”

he stares at you before furiously wiping his hand on his coat.

you spit out the water you were gulping down. “you’re still disgusted with my sweat!?”

he makes a face, “why wouldn’t i be? you’re so sweaty!”

“senku, no one told you to touch me!”

“well i wanted to!” he pauses, “plus, we’re dating.”

“yet you still hate when i’m sweaty.”

“it’s unhygienic.”

you rolls you eyes. and the two of you are enveloped in a slightly stiff silence.

“it’s been a while since i’ve seen you like that.”

“three thousand seven hundred years.” you say casually as you gulp down the rest of the water.

he stares at you, a look you can’t quite decipher. “yeah.” he scratches his neck, looking away. “i’ve always liked seeing you play.” he pauses, “i hope you had fun.”

you stare at him for a second. then you smile, “i did.”

“sorry i suck at that. i know you’re upset.”

“it’s fine, guess it’s just been so long since i’ve seen you that i really wanted to spend time with you.”

“can’t fault you for that.” he says, sparing you a glance. he almost seems ashamed.

“you hungry?” you ask.

he’s about to shake his head but he remembers he hasn’t eaten all day. instead, worked and every now and then watched you play.

as he watched you eye a food cart, he remembers how the two of you would eat at one after school, especially after your practices.

with a smile, he nods and takes your hand, which you grin at.

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #senku headcanons #senku ishigami #senku x reader #senku x y/n #anime headcanons #dr stone oneshots #anime oneshot #dr stone imagine #senku imagine #senku x you #dr stone gen asagiri #dr stone kohaku

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lenaellsi · 8 months

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i've mentioned this before and it's a Hot Take maybe but. i don't think it's fair at all to characterize crowley's "you and me, what do you say?" speech from s2 as being equivalent to "fuck the earth run away with me to the stars right now" a la season 1

i guess i can see why it might come off that way, with gabriel and beelzebub having just left and crowley drawing the comparison to them, but a lot of people have sort of extrapolated from that this dichotomy where suddenly aziraphale is the one who cares about saving the world and crowley only cares about himself and aziraphale. and while i think crowley certainly prioritizes their mutual safety and is more likely to get spooked when faced with threats from heaven (i wonder why) crowley also loves earth?? he talks about it all the time.

the last time there was an apocalypse, crowley was the one who proposed saving the world, and he had to talk aziraphale into it. and like...he was planning breakfast at the ritz, wasn't he? he didn't want to leave. obviously "you can't leave this bookshop" meant "you can't leave me," but it also LITTLE bit meant the bookshop, and earth.

the circumstances of s1 were very different than the end of s2. crowley only wanted to run in s1 when 1) the end was about 4 hours away, 2) from his POV he and aziraphale had no idea where the antichrist was, so they wouldn't be able to stop anything even if they did stay to die with the humans, 3) aziraphale was about to Talk To Heaven the same way crowley tried to before the Fall, 4) demons were actively pursuing him for purposes of torture and annihilation. and in the end, he STILL stayed.

idk. if we're going to give aziraphale the benefit of the doubt for the Many Things he said in that convo, then i think we can afford to give crowley the benefit of the doubt that "we need to get away from them" and "go off together" might mean something more along the lines of "please don't go back to heaven, stay with me, it can be the two of us against them all." THAT was what crowley's emotional arc this season was leading to, with the flashbacks and his big revelation in ep 5, the same way aziraphale's was leading to leaving. every single one of the flashbacks had crowley choosing to help someone else at great personal risk--why would that lead to the conclusion that he actually wants to leave without trying to help? (of course, he did want to abandon gabriel. but I don't think that was even a little bit irrational after aziraphale's failed execution. walking away from the heavenly host who has done nothing but hurt both of them is not the same as walking away from earth. it's still a problem--ignoring heaven and hell will not, ultimately, fix anything--but again, it's not the same as abandoning humanity on a whim.)

TL;DR I don't think it's a fair reading to say that crowley's proposed solution to The Heaven And Hell Problem is "fuck humanity, let's give up." i think he was proposing working together against heaven and hell with the option of an exit strategy if everything went wrong, which is what he ALWAYS tries to do. (see: arrangement + holy water.) his need for an escape route and his tendency to prepare for the worst is something that is definitely hindering him in, for example, his relationship with aziraphale, but it also makes sense. because, you know. the last time he tried doing anything about heaven he got his wings lit on fire. so.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers #crowley #good omens meta #call me a crowley stan but it's not fair to him to say that he doesn't care about anything but himself and aziraphale. he cares so much.#he didn't have to help job's kids. he didn't have to help elspeth. but he did #even though hell punished him for it when he got caught in edinburgh #he went back up and continued to do things his own way #but he also asked aziraphale for insurance. that's how crowley operates #push and push and push until you cross the line #and then run like hell to try to get out of the fire

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buckets-and-trees · 8 months

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Peering In My Hollow Core

Fandom: MCU Title: Peering In My Hollow Core Characters/Pairings: Nomad!Steve x Morally Grey!Female Reader Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Even the best laid plans can go up in flames. You're both wrong, and yet also more right for each other than you know.

Content Warnings: explicit smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT due to sex pollen, masturbation, rough fucking/vaginal sex, unprotected sex/ejaculation

Logistical Notes: I claimed prompt 13 for @lunarbuck's Star-Crossed Lovers Soulmate AU challenge and also knocking off I1 "masturbation" for @the-slumberparty's August/September Bingo challenge. And because you know I can't resist... it's also using one of the prompts (first bolded line) for @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon! And it's answering an ask I got from one very mischievous @stargazingfangirl18 that's been on my mind for the last two weeks.

Additional Notes: @biteofcherry and @vonalyn let me suss out how this evolved, so thank you for enduring my brainstorming! Eva also gave a line of dialogue inspiration that I found too delicious not to snatch up, and so that's bolded for acknowledgement as well (near the end). Title from Scars by Basement Jaxx.

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“What’s your grand plan here, Doc?” The golden-haired, bearded hulk of a man, America’s golden boy now a rogue in the shadows is pacing before you. “Are you even a doctor?”

His tone is biting, angry, and you don’t hold it against him.

He did fall right into your trap.

“You’re a smart boy, you can guess.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I think it will bruise your ego more if I spell it out for you.”

“You should have thought of my rage before you put yourself in this situation, Doc,” he all but growls, still prowling back and forth across the living room floor. “What’s your exit strategy here?”

“You’re getting more volatile and heated, that’s good. That’s what I need.”

“Do you think this is a fucking game? You’re on dangerous ground.”

Your lips curl up slightly, but you try not to smirk. “I dangled myself in front of you. Good Captain America couldn’t resist trying to liberate the poor scientist who got wrongfully entangled with the remnants of HYDRA. You never even stopped to consider that I was dangling myself out in the wind to get you here like this, and you’ve read enough about HYDRA, you know what I gave you.”

“But why?” he barks.

“No one can beat you for strength. You’re driven, resourceful, able to evade an attack. Your weakness is caring,” you pause because he stops his pacing, he looks ready to spring, but doesn’t yet. His eyes haven’t left you for even a moment since he realized it’s you he needed to worry about, not save. “I need your DNA, blood samples, bodily fluid, and I can’t trap you with anything, but I banked on the one physical vulnerability even a super soldier isn’t immune from: a compound they initially developed as something called a sex pollen. In fact, I think you know they tested it on a super soldier, don’t you?”

He slams his fist on the table between you two, and it splits from his actions.

You shouldn’t have provoked him with that. It wouldn’t yield the results you were trying to manipulate him into.

“Easy, Nomad,” you raise your hands cautiously to ease the tension just slightly. “That’s what they call you now – Nomad is the moniker now that you can’t be Captain America out there to the world anymore.” He flexes his fists, another angry reflex, but one you know speaks to a slight de-escalation, self-regulation. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t agree with everything HYDRA has done.”

He lets out a bitter laugh.

“I don’t,” you insist.

“If you’re not in with them, you’ve made a deal with a devil you’ve vastly underestimated.”

“They’re a means to an end.”

“How can you be so foolish to think that?”

“No one will fund my research at the rate and without regulatory oversight the way they do. They’re desperate to have more of you but under their thumb, especially since you’re at the root of them losing their prize assassin.”

“You’re not stupid, so why are you giving them what they want?”

You lift your chin defiantly.

Steve’s eyes narrow. “Oh god. You can’t tell me… Really? You think you’re gonna keep your research and development from them in the end?”

“Look at what I’ve done so far,” you gesture. “You’ve evaded every attempt they’ve made to get you, you’re evading all the countries who are supposed to enforce the accords and hand you over, and yet I have you trapped here.”

“Why do you care about a super soldier serum?” he asks.

You shrug. “I’m interested in a serum, but I don’t need super soldiers. The list of your medical ailments before you were injected, and then you’re instantly cured of everything? Do you know how many people need even a drop of what cured you?”

“And you think I’d be opposed to that?”

You scoffed, “Yeah, easily. Once the research exists, it will get applied for things it was never intended to be used for, up to and including developing super soldiers for HYDRA and people who pretend they’re better than HYDRA.”

“So, who has made you this desperate?”

“You don’t get to know that.”

He scoffs now. “You don’t get to set the terms here if you intend to get what you want.”

“Don’t I? You’re uncomfortable. You’ve been uncomfortable for a while. It’s going to get worse, but I adapted the formula for what I gave you in that drink of water. All you have to do is ejaculate, and the toxin will abate from your system.”

“How thoughtful of you,” he deadpans.

Then his demeanor changes. He sniffs, and his eyes finally stray from you.

“You said this house is reinforced in its lockdown to keep me in until you initiate and secure your extraction with the HYDRA team?”

“Yes,” you answer slowly, trying to follow his line of sight and decipher what he’s looking at.

“I think you’re going to need to adjust your plans and priorities and do it quickly.”

You open your mouth to ask why, but then your mind quickly makes the leap. “They modified my ventilation system.”

“HYDRA has refused to be eliminated for decades. They can wait for a purebred super soldier and think they can get one in your womb today.”

The heat of humiliation floods your body. How could you have been so foolish not to account for a maneuver like this. They had clearly approved of your strategy too easily.

“Soon you won’t be able to think about anything more than my cock in your cunt, so you better start thinking of how you’re going to get yourself out of this, Doc, because Nomad is not who everyone knew Captain America to be, and I’m certainly not inclined to assist you in any way now. Been doing fine evading capture as you yourself asserted, I can probably figure out my own exit strategy here and fight off the sex pollen until I make it out. But for someone without any biological enhancements… I’m not optimistic over your odds. I read everything on HYDRA. This stuff was nasty when they first developed it, but you can bet they will have reverse engineered whatever you did to the formula to make it even worse.”

As if on cue, you start to feel the physical effects of whatever nearly imperceptible airborne toxin – imperceptible to you, but apparently not to enhanced individuals. Heat flares again in your body, but this time it is a pulsating sexual need.

You close your eyes to try and keep your breath steady and even, but after another moment, you whimper and draw your hands to your stomach as the poisonous desire pulses more strongly, the tremor of need undeniable.

Your eyes burst open again, seeking out the male across the room from you.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, no. I’m not giving you anything you want. If you’re as brilliant as you think you are, you don’t need me to get out of your unfortunate predicament.”

Your body is yearning for him, but you know he’s serious.

You also know he’s right; you need to think fast.

You’re coherent enough to get both of you out of the lockdown state of the house now – because HYDRA was clearly going to come for both of your – you had a failsafe to get out in case there was some loss of electrical power. But could you get away in this state?

And you know if you get out, you’ll never get the DNA you need from Steve Rogers – you’ll never be close enough to or even see him again. You know that in your bones.

Over the next hour, at different points during the feverish state that overtakes you, you can sometimes hear the super soldier nearby, doing things around your home, undoubtedly trying to apply his own ingenuity.

He might be successful.

It hardly matters.

Now you’re in the shower, under a stream of cold water, trying both to alleviate the unbearable heat your body has peaked to and to hide the sound of your sobs as best you can. You’ve stripped down to a nearly naked state. You ripped off your shirt and pants in your room, left them on the floor, your panties are on the tiled floor outside the shower, but you couldn’t spare your hands to remove your bra. At first you were almost experiencing a sliver of relief with one hand between your legs, paying every attention to your excessively slick folds and throbbing clit, thrusting your fingers in and out of your cunt as well, but it was a false grasp at hope.

You don’t know when you slid down the tiled wall of the wet glass tomb where you think you may die, curled in on yourself, one hand still trying pointlessly to trigger the orgasm that will flush the desperate physical pain from your body, surely it must come.

You don’t know how long he’s been standing in the doorway of the bathroom before you try to shift pathetically, your eyes open, and you see him slowly stroking his hard cock, watching you. You shut your eyes again, in agony wondering how he can possibly seem so collected. Why isn’t he pumping his fist in a frenzy? You couldn’t stroke your clit fast enough, and now you can’t bear to touch it, but the heel of your hand can’t help bumping it as you try to fuck yourself on your fingers.

Then a rush of air blasts over your body.

You open your eyes weakly to see Steve reach to shut off the water, before he bends down and without a word grabs your limp body from the floor, drapes you over his arm, where you hand limply, bent in half, and he hauls you back to your room, and throws you on the bed.

You continue to cry and stroke yourself while you hear him unzip and unfasten, your body a trembling heap, facing away from him as he’s undressing.

“I’m going to fuck you, and then you’re going to let me out before HYDRA comes for both of us. You’re fucking clever and I can’t get out of here without you.”

You whimper when you feel his weight on the bed behind you.

He forces you into a kneeling position, but he doesn’t care that you can’t even prop yourself up, head and shoulders slumped down on the mattress, ass in the air. His left hand grips your hip, and he groans as he guides the head of his cock up and down the slit of your dripping cunt before he finally slides in. It’s deliberate, sliding down to the base, his hips pushing into yours. The way he invades and stretches you is painful, and yet you need it, keening at the fullness.

You do catch that his breathing hitches.

He needs this, too.

You’ll give it to him if he’ll just put your body out of its misery.

After a moment of slowly rutting against you, only shifting his girth inside of you a bit, teasing, perhaps warning, you whine, “move, please, more.”

“More than you bargained for,” he growls, then pulls back, and then thrusts back into you, adopting a brutal pace, both hands anchored at your hips now, slamming you back and forth roughly.

He pulls a first orgasm from your body quickly, but the second comes not long after when he reaches around to pinch and roll your clit between his fingers, still using your pussy for chasing his pleasure.

A third, and you’ve gone from whimpers and keens to crying out and a fresh wave of tears. This is rough and you’re over stimulated, and he knows. He leans over your back to smirk against your neck.

“Please,” you cry. You don’t know if you’re begging for more or for less because your body is screaming in exhaustion, but the fire is still tormenting your veins.

Because you haven’t been filled.

The smirk turns to a sneer against your neck, and Steve snarls, "You wanted it. You staged it. So, you're going to take it and keep fucking taking it until I'm done with your pathetic fragile body."

He’s pressing into places you’ve never felt before, and you cry out more, face pressed into the sheets. He pushes back up and pulls his cock out of you. His fingers work the clasp of your bra, and he pulls it off while he flips you over so you’re on your back. You can’t even open your eyes, but you feel him looming above you, kneeling between your splayed out thighs.

But then you feel something shift. He mutters a curse and is suddenly still.

You open your eyes and look up at him, but he’s looking at your chest. His hand moves up to trace his fingers over a scar near your collarbone. You look and see the same scar evident on his chest.

You reach up and your fingers quest along his bicep, and they do find a scar there, very faint but long, matching one you’ve had nearly your entire life.

Your eyes lock on each other now, and the acknowledgement there between you is terrifying.

There are more scars, but you don’t need to continue to confirm what you know.

You’re soulmates.

You’ve betrayed him before you even knew.

You’re still beholden to the drive of the sex pollen, boneless and exhausted, but this revelation drives with adrenaline through the haze, too hard to deny. It gives you enough to say, “We can’t deal with this now if we want to get out of here with a chance to escape HYDRA, fuck me and end this.”

He does, but he can’t look at you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and spears you with his cock. The fucking is rough, and you take it. It’s punishing penance and painful pleasure. You cling to him as he thrusts you over the cliff of ecstasy again, coming with you finally, and his spend pumps hotly into you. The physical relief from the torture is blessedly immediate. His hand ghosts over your lower abdomen where he’s just planted his seed. With his eyes closed, he touches his forehead to yours, then pushes roughly away and rolls off of you.

“Get up, get dressed, pack light,” he says, stone cold. “Between us we might get out of this dangerous trap. That’s all we need for now.”

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nayeonie99 · 2 months

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hiiii could u maybe write smth for jihyo again, also i absolutely loved ur most recent 2yeon fic it's sooo good

Nayeon x Jihyo / Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 3320

In the bustling city of Seoul, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there were two individuals who were known rivals in the corporate world: Jihyo and Nayeon.

They worked for competing companies in the finance sector and had a long-standing history of butting heads at business conferences and boardroom meetings.

Jihyo was a sharp-witted, ambitious executive who always seemed to be one step ahead of the game. Nayeon, on the other hand, was equally driven and fiercely competitive, unwilling to back down from any challenge.

Their rivalry was legendary in the business world, with gossip swirling about their constant clashes and heated arguments. However, beneath the surface, there was a simmering tension between them that neither could ignore.

One fateful day, their companies found themselves vying for the same lucrative deal, and Jihyo and Nayeon were tasked with working together to secure it.

Forced to put aside their differences, they begrudgingly began to collaborate, each determined to outshine the other.

But as they spent more time together, working late nights and hashing out strategies over coffee, they began to see each other in a new light.

They discovered common interests and shared ambitions, and before they knew it, their animosity began to give way to admiration.

Slowly but surely, their professional rivalry transformed into something more. They found themselves drawn to each other, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them.

And as they navigated the complexities of their budding relationship, they realized that their connection ran deeper than they ever could have imagined.

In the end, Jihyo and Nayeon realized that their enmity had masked a deeper attraction, one that had been waiting to be unleashed.

So when they were seated in Jihyo’s penthouse in the middle of the night, with the bustling sounds echoing in the room from the outside, with the shining lights from Seoul‘s skyscrapers lighting up the candlelit living room, where Jihyo and Nayeon were sitting in. A MacBook and two glasses of wine, along with a bottle of Romanée-Conti were placed on top of the expensive looking table and there was a tension longing in the air, which both of them couldn’t ignore any longer.

They weren’t drunk, but they weren’t entirely sober either. A bit tipsy, yes. The wine-drunk blush on both of their cheeks gave it away.

“Maybe we should call it quits for today”. Jihyo said, massaging her temple with her pointer and middle finger.

All the work gave her an headache, but Nayeon’s scent made her headache even worse.

Nayeon always smelled so good, so intensely sweet, like bergamot and lemon. It drove Jihyo insane.

Nayeon in general drove her insane. The way she talks, the way she stares, the way she gestures, the way her beautiful, long fingers typed away on the keyboard of her MacBook.

All these things made Jihyo go crazy.

“Yeah, maybe we should”. Nayeon huffed out, while she moved her hand to her hair tie, to take it off, letting her long brown hair fall down her shoulders and back.

Jihyo gulped.

She never saw Nayeon with her hair down. The tight ponytail always made her look arrogant and strict. But this Nayeon looked cute and innocent.

“Is everything okay, Jihyo-ssi?”. Nayeon asked, while she was staring at Jihyo with her beautiful dark eyes.

“Y-Yes, everything’s fine. I guess I’m just exhausted. It was a pretty rough and long day after all, for the both of us”.

“Yes, we did work really hard today. Let’s keep up the good work, yeah?”. Nayeon smiled and Jihyo’s heart started pounding.

“Yes, definitely”. Jihyo smiled back, saving the stuff they had so far in her work file on the MacBook before turning it off.

Both of them flinched when a huge lightning bolt struck outside, rain pouring down on the concrete, turning it dark.

“Are you sure you want to leave? Maybe you should wait until it stopped raining?”. Jihyo asked, while another lightning struck.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna get soaked on my way home”. Nayeon said and kicked off her Valentino shoes.

“If-If you want you can also stay the night. We have to go to the same work place anyway, so we could drive to work together tomorrow”. Jihyo suggested with a tiny blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“If that’s okay with you, then sure I would take your offer. Thanks Jihyo-ah”. Nayeon smiled at her. Jihyo gulped at the informal name Nayeon called her, she really liked it.

“Is it okay if I take a shower?”. Nayeon asked and now Jihyo had to picture Nayeon naked under her shower, with hot water running down her slender figure. She felt her cock twitch at the thought of that.

“Yes of course. Let me grab you some of my clothes”. Jihyo smiled and walked into her room, where she grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt for Nayeon, along with a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Here you go”. Jihyo held out her clothes for Nayeon to take, but when Nayeon looked at the boxer shorts she had to smirk.

“Never would’ve thought you are that type of girl”. Nayeon grinned, while Jihyo blushed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“Oh I don’t know. I just thought you’re more of a lingerie and strings type of person”. Nayeon smugly grinned.

“Well, I do like that, but not on me”. Jihyo rasped out and scanned Nayeon from head to toe.

“Then why do you have boxers though? Don’t tell me you have a secret boyfriend I don’t know about”. Nayeon gasped and Jihyo rolled her eyes.

“Okay so first of all, I don’t have a boyfriend. Second of all I’m into women, and third of all, if I would have a boyfriend I would be pretty concerned that he may be into men and not women”.

Now Nayeon completely lost track of the conversation.

“I think I can’t quite follow you right now”.

“I have a dick, Nayeon”. Jihyo straightforwardly says and Nayeon’s face starts burning in embarrassment.

Of course her eyes automatically dart down between Jihyo’s legs. And now that she knows, it is quite obvious. Jihyo was huge.

“W-Well, I wasn’t expecting that, I guess”. Nayeon bit her lip.

“It’s okay, I was surprised you didn’t know though. It’s not like I can hide it well”. Jihyo smirked, knowing pretty well how gifted she is between her legs.

“Y-Yeah, I can tell”. Nayeon husked out.

“How about you?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon’s eyes shot up to hers.

“What do you mean?”.

“What are you into? Men? Women? Both?”.

“Why would I tell you that?”. Nayeon scoffed and clenched her hands into the clothes in her hand.

“I think, since you found out something intimate about me, it would be only fair for me to find out something intimate about you, don’t you agree?”.

“Well, I’m not really into labels. When the chemistry is right I don’t mind if it’s a woman or a man”. Nayeon said and Jihyo just hummed at the information.

“Alright, well the bathroom is over there”. Jihyo pointed to a door on the right. Nayeon just nodded and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

She quickly stripped down and stepped under the warm water of the shower head, letting her hair and body get soaked in.

She used Jihyo’s body wash, her shampoo and conditioner. Jihyo always smelled absolutely amazing.

When she finished her shower, she turned off the water and stepped out of the huge glass cabin.

Nayeon grabbed a black towel out of the drawer and started drying her body and hair, before putting on the clothes Jihyo gave her earlier.

She smirked to herself when she put the boxers on, staring at herself in the huge mirror hanging above the bathroom sink.

She decided, since the boxers were basically shorts to her, that she will just put on the oversized shirt and not put on the shorts.

When she was finished with everything she left the bathroom, walking back into the living room, where Jihyo was sitting on the couch.

Jihyo had to gulp when she saw Nayeon in her boxers and shirt. She looked so sinfully good in her clothes.

“Thanks for the shower. I feel much better now”. Nayeon smiled and plopped down next to Jihyo on the couch.

“You’re welcome, Nayeon-ah. No need to thank me”. Jihyo smiled back.

“Nayeon-ah?”. Nayeon smirked and Jihyo had to smirk slightly as well, “Yeah, is that okay?”. Jihyo asked and stared at her with her seductive, dark eyes.

“Yes, of course… Jihyo-yah”. Nayeon grinned, making Jihyo smile.

“So… do you think we will be able to seal the deal?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon playfully rolled her eyes, “Jihyo, please. Let’s not talk about work right now. We always do that”. Nayeon rested her head on the palm of her hand, staring at Jihyo.

“What do you wanna talk about then?”. Jihyo asked and took off her black blazer, unbuttoning a few buttons of her white shirt, while rolling up her sleeves.

Nayeon licked her lips unintentionally while she was observing Jihyo, “I don’t know. We barely know anything about each other. Tell me something about yourself”.

“Alright sure. I’m actually a really funny person. I know I seem uptight at work but it’s just a facade I put up to get respected from other people”.

Nayeon cocked a brow, smirking at her, “You? Funny? That’s hard to believe”. She snickered.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I can be really funny if I want to be”. Jihyo scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Sure, whatever you say. And I always thought you’re so uptight because your sex life is just super boring ”. Nayeon smirked.

“Wow, thank you. And for your information it is not boring, not at all”. Jihyo scoffed once again.

“Oh really? When was the last time you had sex then?”. Nayeon asked and leaned her back against Jihyo’s comfortable couch.

“That’s none of your business”. Jihyo glared and Nayeon just smirked, “That long, huh?”.

“When was your last time then?”.

“Around 3 weeks ago actually. The project right now is consuming all my time. Otherwise I would’ve did it much more”.

“I see, so you like to fuck around?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon scoffed, “I’m not a slut, Jihyo. I know all of the people I had sex with. I would never fuck a stranger, that’s gross”.

“I never said you are a slut. Although I feel like you are a slut in bed”. Jihyo straightforwardly said, making Nayeon’s eyes widen.

“What makes you think that?”.

“I don’t know. You give me this vibe of always spitting words and pretending you’re in control, but in reality you just want to get used and get your brain fucked out”.

Nayeon’s face turned crimson red. She just stared at Jihyo, completely shocked. I mean, Jihyo wasn’t wrong. That was exactly what Nayeon liked.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”. Jihyo smugly grinned. Nayeon smacked her arm playfully, making Jihyo giggle, “Knew it”. She smirked.

“So what? A lot of women like that”. Nayeon defended herself.

“I know. Those are the women I prefer in bed”. Jihyo said and Nayeon gulped.

“So… I would be your taste in women?”. Nayeon asked curiously.

“Maybe”. Jihyo smirked and Nayeon whined, “Tell me”. She huffed out, grabbing Jihyo’s shoulder.

“So what if you were? Would you let me fuck you?”. Jihyo rasped out, head turning to stare at Nayeon.

Nayeon blushed, her grip tightening against Jihyo’s shoulder.

“Maybe”. Nayeon smirked back, her heart was pounding against her rib cage.

“Hmm, I see”. Jihyo hummed.

“What do you see?”.

“I see the way you stare at me from across the room, or the way you press your thighs together when we have business meetings with our colleagues. I see the way you stare at my lips sometimes when I’m talking, or the way you gulp when I look into your eyes. I see the way your eyes turn hazed when we are working together, or how your hands ‘accidentally' graze my hand or arm. You think you’re so slick, but you’re the whole opposite”. Jihyo said, staring at Nayeon the whole time she was talking.

Nayeon was so shocked, she couldn’t even find words. Jihyo saw right through her. Jihyo knew, she knew all the this time.

“And? Aren’t you going to do something about that?”. Nayeon croaked out.

“Do you want me to do something about it?”. Jihyo asked and got closer to Nayeon.

“What if I do? Would you?”. Nayeon gulped when she felt Jihyo pulling her on her lap. She could feel Jihyo’s boner pressing into her crotch.

“Yes, of course I would. I always wanted to see you fall apart for me”. Jihyo husked out, which made Nayeon moan slightly.

“All you have to do is ask, sweetie”. Jihyo said, caressing Nayeon’s cheek with her thumb, letting her thumb run over Nayeon’s bottom lip.

“Fuck me, please?”. Nayeon breathed out, wrapping her arms around the back of Jihyo’s neck, before pressing her lips against Jihyo’s.

Jihyo sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s slim waist, sliding her tongue into the older woman’s mouth.

Nayeon moaned into Jihyo’s mouth when Jihyo palmed her ass in her hands, massaging it gently.

While they were making out, Nayeon started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of Jihyo’s shirt, before taking it completely off, along with Jihyo’s bra.

Jihyo quickly took off the shirt Nayeon was wearing, revealing her naked chest to her. Jihyo’s mouth almost started watering at the sight in front of her.

Nayeon looked so fuckable right now, it drove Jihyo completely insane.

As they continued to explore each other's bodies with a fervent passion, their previous animosity melted away completely, replaced by a newfound intimacy and connection. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the depth of their desire for one another.

They were both naked now, pressed against each other’s body, feeling the other persons heart beat.

“Jihyo”. Nayeon moaned out when she felt Jihyo’s tip sliding through her soaked folds.

“What is it?”. Jihyo hummed, pressing chaste kisses against Nayeon’s collarbones.

“Put it in”. Nayeon huffed out.

“Hmm, you want it in?”. Jihyo rasped out, smacking her tip against Nayeon’s clit. The wet noises of Nayeon’s pussy echoed through the room.

“Please”. Jihyo just smirked before pulling Nayeon down on her length, stretching her out.

“Holy shit”. Nayeon whispered, clenching her hands into Jihyo’s dark hair. Jihyo grabbed Nayeon’s hips tightly with her hands, before she started thrusting into her.

“You feel so good”. Nayeon moaned out, pressing her forehead against Jihyo’s.

“Yeah? You like how my cock feels inside of you, baby?”. Jihyo huffed out between thrusts, spanking Nayeon’s ass.

“Y-Yes, so fucking much. I feel so full”. Nayeon cried out when Jihyo picked up the pace, now pounding into her.

“Look at you, clenching around my dick like the little slut you are. You like getting fucked like that, don’t you?”. Jihyo smirked, spanking her once again.

Nayeon just cried out, pressing her face in the crook of Jihyo’s neck. Jihyo pulled her head up by her hair though, making them look at each other.

“Are you my little fuck toy?”. Jihyo grinned, spanking her again.

Nayeon’s mouth gaped open at how good Jihyo was fucking her, but no words came out.

“What’s the matter? Does my cock feel so good you forgot how to speak now?”. Jihyo scoffed, once again spanking her.

“Y-Yes”. Nayeon cried out. Tears were now forming in her eyes at how fast Jihyo was pounding her.

“Yes what?”. Another spank.

“I’m your little fuck toy”. Nayeon smirked, scratching the back of Jihyo’s neck. Jihyo quickly grabbed Nayeon’s wrists, folding them across from each other, to hold them behind Nayeon’s back, pinning them there.

“Yeah, that’s right”. Jihyo hummed, sliding her thumb into Nayeon’s mouth, so she could suck on it, which she instantly did.

Jihyo was on cloud nine right now. Watching Nayeon sit on her lap, while she was watching her dick pounding into Nayeon’s wet pussy, coating her length with her wetness was just pure bliss for Jihyo.

She could feel Nayeon’s legs starting to tremble and her pussy starting to clench around her dick.

“Hmm, are you close?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon nodded, “Yeah, I can tell. Your pussy is clenching around me so hard”. Jihyo cooed.

“Please”. Nayeon cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Please what?”.

“Please let me cum”. Nayeon begged and Jihyo felt her cock twitching inside of her.

“Sure, go ahead sweetie. Cum all over me”. One last spank and Nayeon climaxed, glazing Jihyo’s dick with her cum.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl”. Jihyo hummed, before turning them around, pressing Nayeon’s back against the couch, lifting her arms up above her head, so they were loosely hanging over the back of the couch.

“Spread your legs”. Jihyo breathed out, making Nayeon shiver at how raspy her voice got. Nayeon instantly obliged, spreading her legs, holding them apart with her hands.

“Hmm, that’s good”. Jihyo hummed, letting her tip run through Nayeon’s slit again, before slamming into her in one go.

Nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, moaning loudly at the way Jihyo instantly started slamming into her.

Nayeon was making the lewdest noises Jihyo has ever heard, and she loved every second of it.

“Look at you, moaning like the little slut you are”. Jihyo moaned, spanking Nayeon’s clit with her palm, making Nayeon gasp. Jihyo wrapped her hand around Nayeon’s neck, choking her slightly.

They were staring at each other, both of their mouths were gaped open, leaving ragged breaths and moans.

Nayeon’s hands wrapped tightly around Jihyo’s right wrist, clenching her nails into Jihyo’s skin.

“You look so good like this. You’re so beautiful”. Jihyo whispered out, as if she is telling Nayeon her biggest secret.

Nayeon let out a moan, her hips thrusting up to meet Jihyo’s own thrusts.

Jihyo leaned down to press their lips into a sloppy kiss. Nayeon kept moaning into her mouth, clenching her hands into Jihyo’s hair, letting out moan after moan.

When Jihyo started rubbing her clit, while she kept pounding into Nayeon with their skin slapping together harshly, it didn’t take long until Nayeon reached another orgasm. This time squirting all over Jihyo’s thighs and cock, making Jihyo cum as well.

Jihyo quickly pulled out of her, jerking her cock off, while she was shooting her cum over Nayeon’s tits and belly.

They were both panting heavily, completely out of breath. Jihyo leaned down to pull Nayeon into a passionate kiss, their tongues instantly started swirling around each other, fighting for dominance.

Jihyo won, of course.

As their passionate embrace continued, Jihyo gently caressed Nayeon's cheek, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I've never felt so alive”. Nayeon whispered, her voice filled with adoration.

Jihyo smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair away from Nayeon's face. “You make me feel things I never knew were possible”. She confessed, her heart swelling with affection.

Their connection deepened with each tender word exchanged, and as they basked in the warmth of their shared love, the world around them seemed to fade away.

Nayeon leaned in to rest her forehead against Jihyo's, their breaths mingling in the space between them. “I never want to lose this feeling”. Nayeon murmured, her eyes shining with sincerity.

Jihyo's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in Nayeon's words. “I promise to cherish every moment with you”. She vowed, her voice steady with conviction.

With a gentle touch, they sealed their promises with a kiss, holding each other in their arms, feeling the other person’s warmth.

#twice smut #twice #kpop #g!p #smut #twice jihyo #twice nayeon #enemies to lovers

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petricakegames · 9 months

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Another Round

"Another Round" is a 25k word, interactive fiction, urban fantasy game made with Twine for the Single Choice Game Jam.

PLAY THE GAME | REVIEW | KOFI

Written and coded for the Single Choice Game Jam! The Jam where you only give one choice to the player!

STORY

You play as Maddie, a woman in love with a woman named Agnes. Actually, she hates her. Actually, it's complicated. You definitely broke things off with her. And you don't regret it. At least once.

Yes. At least once per day, you don't regret ending it with Agnes. Except tonight. You definitely regret it tonight.

Those are the facts you can't change. How any of those things came to be is up to your imagination. It's not part of the story, anyway. The story is about tonight. The night you save Agnes...or not. You don't get a lot of say in what happens.

Well, you get a say. Once.

So maybe you save her. Maybe you save yourself. Maybe the "fuck it" train you're on derails and takes the whole nightclub with you. The story is a bit unhinged. But, then again, so are you.

FEATURES

gender-locked; name-locked; appearance-locked, sexuality-locked (congrats! you're a lesbian) protagonist. No customization available--free yourself from the burden of choice!

bad life choices come pre-made! Never fear. I'm sure you'll be able to make some more of them. Or, hmm, I guess just one more bad life choice, technically

adult language the author has already used in this description without warning...dang

hundreds of endings, but only one place the story stops. Lots of things can end, you know. The breath you just took ended

set in a world with demons and half-demons because why not?

unhealthy coping strategies! Co-dependent former relationships!

a demon who calls himself Seven because he liked that movie and tends to shout "WHAT'S IN THE BOX?" at inappropriate moments

a single choice in the entire game. Make it a good one

"Another Round" is intended for an adult audience. Content warnings are available in the game menu before the story begins.

#interactive fiction #complete #singlechoicejam #twine if #my game #urban fantasy #dark comedy #disaster lesbian

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myymi · 1 year

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Idk if you’re still taking requests for Drabble prompts, if not feel free to ignore and/or delete this, but I was thinking of a scenario where Sonic and Tails are sleeping together all cuddled up, and Sonic wakes up to see Tails still asleep, incredibly relaxed, with his tongue sticking out juusst a bit. Basically Sonic sees Tails doing a Blep™️ and it’s very cute

word count-1010

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Being a hero is hard work.

Yes, Sonic did technically put himself in that position, but society enabled him so he’s still allowed to complain.

That doesn’t mean he would stop being a hero. He enjoys it, and saving the people of Mobius is one of his favorite past times.

But it still exhausts him. Sonic has his limits, you know! And sure, he has far more stamina then any normal mobian, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get tired.

But people won’t rely on a tired hero to save them so Sonic, being the smart guy he is, made Mobius believe he couldn’t get tired. He made the people believe he didn’t have limits.

Everyone on the planet believed it!

Well..

Everyone but Tails.

Tails saw Sonic’s limits.

Tails helps take care of Sonic when he reaches those limits.

Tails is the only thing on this planet that has seen Sonic at his limit.

Which is exactly why Tails is currently sleeping ontop of Sonic, keeping him from moving.

And unlucky for Sonic, they were outside basking in the sun when the little fox had climbed ontop of him.

Which meant he was going to be stuck for hours.

Sonic knew this tactic. Tails always did it when he noticed Sonic was just the tiniest bit slower.

He would stop their run, using hydrating as an excuse because he knew Sonic would never say no to a water break when he asked.

Then the second Sonic’s sprawled out on the grass, Tails plops himself right on his chest, curled into the fluffiest ball you will ever lay your eyes on and making the loudest purrs he possibly can in hopes of getting Sonic to sleep.

And it works.

Even if Sonic’s mind and body feel awake as ever, he will fall asleep without fail.

This is what he gets for adopting a genius as his little brother.

Usually, Tails will wake up before Sonic. He’ll still be laying on the hedgehog’s chest, providing a comforting weight while giving him the most mischievous yet innocent smile Sonic’s ever seen, politely asking if he had a good nap.

He’s such a handful sometimes, but Sonic wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Every now and then, Sonic will wake up before Tails does.

And he thinks it might just be his favorite thing in the world.

Sonic’s not an idiot, he knows the kid’s had a rough go. Nobody who has it good is going to abandon their home island for some stranger without second guessing it.

Tails never did that. He never looked back, never even wanted to talk about Westside. He wanted nothing more than to forget it once he left.

Being able to see his kid fully relaxed was a better sight then the thousands of sunsets Sonic’s seen combined, even if at the cost of a run.

When Tails is fully relaxed, he uncurls from his little fluffball of protection. His tails will fall to his side, his breathing completely evened out. His ears don’t strain, causing them to flop over.

And he bleps.

Which is when Tails’s tongue stickd out ever so slightly. Sonic’s been calling it bleping for about 2 years now, and in those years he’s only seen it a handful of times.

But it’s so. damn. cute.

Ever since Tails built them phones, mainly for talking with friends when there isn’t an immediate threat, Sonic has been taking pictures of the kit in his fully relaxed position every time he’s blessed with seeing it.

Tails doesn’t know about it.

That's why Sonic has to slowly, and quietly, get his phone out of his shoe. It’s one of the most stressful things he’s ever done.

One wrong move and he loses his picture.

Sonic doesn’t have a strategy for it, so if you’re planning on taking your own blep pictures; good luck. That’s all the advice he can give you.

Oh, and remember to turn off your flash.

Sonic didn’t remember that.

Obviously, the bright light ruined everything. Tails’ nose scrunched as his brow furrowed, annoyed by the sudden brightest against his face. One of his eyes opened up half-way, confusion clear on his face when he saw the hedgehog’s phone.

Flash is the worst.

“Sonic?” Tails’s other eye opened as he looked up to his brother, who shushed him.

“My bad, go back to sleep.” He mumbled, fumbling with the flash button to tun it off.

“Were you taking a picture?” The fox brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, attempting to wake himself up more.

“No.” Sonic lied, and he knew Tails knew he lied. Especially because of the look he received.

“Uh-huh.” Tails shook his head before sitting up, stretching his arms out with a yawn. “Since you have your phone, what time is it?”

“Uhhh,” The teen squinted at the small numbers, “three forty-eight.”

“Already?” The kit asked, rubbing his eyes again. “Wow, sorry. Didn’t mean to sleep that long.”

“Nah, it’s good, li’l bro.” Sonic waved it off. He sat up, causing the younger to slide from his chest to his lap.

“Right, well,” Using the hedgehog’s shoulder, Tails got up on his feet. He then offered his hand to the other, “let’s head back to my workshop. I’ve got work to finish.”

“Does that work include falling asleep on me?” Sonic teased, accepting his brother’s outstretched hand and letting him pull him to his feet. The fox rolled his eyes.

“Only if you slow down.” He said, letting his tails spin and lift him off the ground.

“Hey, I never slow down.” The hedgehog said as he stretched his body. He may be the fastest thing alive, but he still got cramps.

“If that’s what you want to believe.” Tails grinned at his brother.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sonic raised a brow at the fox, hands on his hips now that he was done stretching.

“Race ya!” The kit winked before flying off, gone before the teen even could even shout back.

Yeah. Definitely a handful.

#happy wholesome wednesday everyone #let sonic and tails take naps #they're sleepy #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #sth #sonic #drabble #sonic drabble #sth drabble #wholesome wednesday #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wsatw #myydrabs

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holdmytesseract · 8 months

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Hello bestie I am back with another request 👀🎉

Magnus crushing on a barista and a robber coming into the coffee shop and him coming to her rescue 🥹👀

Knight With Curls and Blue Eyes

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: Magnus has a crush on you - a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you...

Warnings: police things, guns, bit of violence, blood? robbery of a coffee shop, fluuuuff!

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: Since I'm going to go on holidays on Tuesday and therefore won't be as active for a few days, I thought I'm giving y'all a bit of Magnus to read. 😊

That oneshot was SO much fun to write! 🥰 Magnus, our sweet little meow meow. 🥹 Hope y'all like it - especially you, bestie @muddyorbsblr ! I think you are probably in need of a bit Magnus fluff at the moment. 😉🥺

Also, please go easy on me, guys. I haven't written for Magnus that much yet. I hope it's good, though. 🥺

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°☆• Masterlist •☆°

"Do you really think this is the best strategy?" Magnus asked his colleague, as he looked through the binocular; gaze undoubtedly directed out of the car window and focused on the small seaside cottage. His question stayed unanswered, causing him to frown and peel his eyes away from the object in his hands. "Kurt?"

Looking over at the driver seat of the detective's black Volvo, Magnus noticed that said detective had fallen asleep. Unable to suppress a small laugh, "Kurt. Hey, Kurt." the young policeman gently hit the older man's arm, causing him to literally wake with a start. Alarmed, Kurt looked around; anticipating the worst. "What is it?! Did you see something?!" The man with the curly haired mane on his head chuckled. "No, it's nothing. You fell asleep. I just thought I should wake you up." Kurt groaned; running a hand over his face. "Dear god, Martinsson..." Magnus rubbed his neck; "Sorry." smiling uptight. "But hey, I told you to get more sleep!" "I'm trying! It's just not that easy..."

A strange atmosphere spread throughout the car after the experienced man's words. Magnus knew what Kurt was talking about. The last years hadn't been easy and not always kind to him. It also caused silence to fall over them; both policemen just staring out of the windows and observing their main suspects cottage - until Magnus decided to 'break the ice' again.

"You up for some coffee? I feel like we could both use one, eh?" Kurt's gaze fell on the younger man again; a small smile tugging at his lips. He nodded; starting the engine of the car. "This is the first reasonable thing you're saying today, Magnus," Kurt remarked; teasing his colleague. Magnus just shook his head with a smile.

No ten minutes later, Kurt pulled up the car bedside the cosy, little coffee shop, which wasn't far from Ystad's småbåtshamn - and the police station. It was the go-to coffee shop for the policemen and women. Nobody knew why, it just became some kind of tradition. A habit.

The detective stopped the car and turned off the engine, before he nodded at his colleague. "You know how I drink my coffee." Magnus blinked; pointing at himself. "You want me to get the coffee?" "You suggested it. Besides, I'm the driver." A groan left the curly haired man's lips. "But I'm always doing the coffee run..." Not without reason, Kurt stated in his head. Instead of saying what was on his mind, though, he just shrugged his shoulders; trying desperately to hide a smile. "Well, I guess you're the chosen one."

"Fine," Magnus grumbled underneath his breath and unbuckled his seat belt, before he got out of the car and crossed the road to enter the coffee shop.

Kurt, who stayed seated in the car, had a victorious smile displayed on his face. He knew exactly what he had done. After all, it was no secret throughout the - meanwhile whole police station, that the young policeman had a massive crush on the cute and extraordinarily kind barista, who worked in that very coffee shop. Magnus was very bad at hiding it. Let's put it that way. Everybody noticed, but Magnus didn't notice that they had noticed. He may have been aware of the crush he had, but that his colleagues always send him on the coffee run because of that hadn't occurred in his mind yet.

Feeling his hands already getting sweaty - like every time when he looked through the big window pane and saw her standing behind the counter, he wiped his palms off on the dark blue fabric of his jeans. Tucking his white shirt properly back inside his jeans after and giving himself a short once-over, Magnus stepped through the glass door. The little bell above the door announced his presence. Usually, the so popular coffee shop was very crowded; filled to the brim with people, but not in that very moment. Well, it was late in the morning and the most Swedes were at work. He stepped closer; watched with a soft smile how you handed a steaming mug on a tray to an elderly woman.

"Varsågod, fru Olsson." The woman smiled; taking the small tray with a slightly shaking hand. "Tack så mycket, min kära." You smiled brightly. "Ni är hjärtligt välkomna. Njut av ditt te." The woman stepped away then, passing by the young policeman. "God morgon," Magnus greeted the woman; tipping his head with a smile. He may be of a younger generation, but he still had manners. The woman looked at him with a smile, "God morgon, unge man." and passed him by to sit onto one of the comfortable benches. The man watched her for a moment, before he turned his attention towards the counter. Towards you.

You already greeted him with that sweet smile; causing the curly haired policeman's knees to go weak. You recognised him of course by now. He was a regular customer. "Oh god morgon, herr polisman," you said in a cheerful, happy voice. You never failed to make Magnus smile. Always a ray of sunshine. It made his heart skip a beat. "What can I get you today? The usual, or something different?"

Magnus just stared into your breathtakingly beautiful face for a moment; noticing how your Y/E/C eyes sparkled with joy as you spoke. Your hair was bound together as always. You wore your black apron as always, but you didn't wear a white blouse underneath today - like he noticed. Your blouse was a soft, light blue. Oh fuck, he thought; catching himself staring. I'm in so deep.

"H-Hey, um, god morgon, I..." He stammered; losing his composure for a moment. "No. Not the usual today, I'm afraid." Magnus quickly tried to turn the corner; giving you a dazzling smile. "I'm on patrol with my colleague, so... It's just the two of us." "Ahh, I see," she said; wiping her hands off on the apron. "Well, your wish is my command." The policeman couldn't help but smile again. "One black coffee please and-" "One coffee with cream and two sugars, right?" You chimed in; interrupting him and already went to work. Magnus just blinked at you. She remembers how I like my coffee... She remembers!

You saw his distraught face; immediately thinking that you did something wrong. Clearly it was disrespectful to interrupt the sweet and kind policeman with the untamed, blonde-brown curls. "I shouldn't have interrupted you. I'm so sorry, I-" "No!" Magnus jumped in on an instant. "No... It's alright. I'm just stunned that you remember." He admitted with a soft chuckle; cheeks turning red. Your body relaxed again. "Well, I always remember, Mr. Martinsson. You come here very often, you know." That was true. "Well, yeah, I... My colleagues always condemn me to do the coffee run..." You giggled - it was like music in Magnus's ears; "I noticed." and placed two cups of coffee on the counter in front of him. "One black coffee and one coffee with cream and two sugars to go." He smiled, paid and took the cups in his big, veiny hands. "Thank you." You mirrored his smile. "You're welcome. Enjoy the coffee and have a great day." "Thanks. You too." With his eyes still lingering on you, Magnus turned to leave and almost ran against the door, because he couldn't tear his gaze apart from you. He noticed it in the last second, though, before it was too late. You hadn't seen any of it, because you were already busy with the next customer's order. Cursing under his breath, he made his way out of the coffee shop and back to the car.

After handing Kurt his cup of black coffee through the opened window, he rounded the car and got in the vehicle. "What took you so long?" Magnus shrugged; taking a sip. "Had to wait."

Kurt answered nothing; started the engine instead and drove off - smirking. Something that slipped Magnus notice. Unbeknownst to him, Kurt had witnessed everything...

"No, I think we can't exclude Svensson," Kurt stated; looking at his team. They were all seated in the small conference room. It was late in the evening. Everybody sat on a chair around the big, quadratic table; except for Magnus. He was leaning against a desk; arms crossed.

"But he has a watertight alibi, Kurt," countered Ann-Britt - another detective. "Yes, but his motives are clear and I don't trust this. I'm going to-" The loud ringing of a telephone cut suddenly through the air; interrupting the older man. "Magnus, telephone," Kurt said; looking at his younger colleague and sending him - like so often, to pick up the call. With a sigh and internally rolling his eyes; the curly haired man made his way to the desk on which the ringing telephone was located, while the others kept on discussing.

"Ystad Police, Magnus Martinsson."

"H-Hello? I-I need h-help."

Magnus's face fell; facial expressions derailing. He knew that voice. He'd recognise it everywhere. It was hushed and quiet, but it was undoubtedly yours. It sent a jolt through his heart.

"Okay, stay calm. Tell me what happened." The young man tried to stay calm as well - which wasn't exactly easy, given the fact that his crush was on the phone - and obviously in danger.

"I-I closed the s-shop a-and went to... to the backroom to do a f-few things, b-but-" Your voice became silent.

Unbeknownst to Magnus, you sat huddled in the little broom closet inside the coffee shop; shaking like a leaf in the wind - and now holding your breath, since you heard steps. And they got closer.

"Y/N?!" The worried policeman's voice brought you back. "S-Someone's here. I-I can't t-talk."

Magnus thought so. He had quickly connected the dots and was already grabbing his jacket. "Okay, Y/N, listen to me... Try to stay calm. We're on the way." "O-Okay," he heard your quiet, but ragged and shaky voice through the phone; causing his heart to clench.

The young policeman quickly hung up, slipped in his jacket and ran back towards the conference room; interrupting his colleagues. "We have to go! There's a robbery going on!" Not hesitating for another minute, Magnus checked on his gun and grabbed the car keys. He was already marching off to the door, when Kurt came running after him. "Magnus! Magnus wait!" The curly haired man stopped in his tracks; turning to face the older man. "Where? Where is a robbery going on and what is even happening here?" "The coffee shop."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"The coffee shop?" "Yes. Y/N was on the phone. She needs help. I have to go." With that sentence, Magnus's already obvious crush became even more obvious. Now Kurt knew for sure - and before he could answer something, his colleague had already walked off again. Kurt cursed underneath his breath and followed him again. "Damn it, Martinsson!" He yelled after him; catching just so up to Magnus. "Have you forgotten everything you learned?! You can't act so headless now, only to play the knight in shining armour!" The experience policeman placed a hand on his younger colleague's shoulder; holding him back once again.

"If we are really dealing with a robbery here, we have to act careful. Not headless. I know you want to save her - and we will, but we do it right. Okay?" Magnus's breathing was quick and unsteady; adrenaline flooding his veins, but he nodded. "Okay."

So, they did.

About ten minutes later, Magnus, Kurt and quite a few other policemen were ready to storm the coffee shop. Now dressed in a bulletproof vest and gun in hands, the curly haired man stood pressed against the wall beside the backdoor of the shop. His heart was beating fast; as if it had to win a marathon.

Not that he didn't do all this before, but... This was different.

Exchanging a nod with Nils - his colleague, they quietly entered the shop through the backdoor. Taking step after step; Magnus's breathing quickened. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Lurking around the corner, inside the only room down that little hallway, Magnus saw a man. Dressed in all black. A mask over his head. He was rummaging through a little box with one hand. The other was outstretched; holding a gun and- The young man's eyes widened. It was pointed towards you. You sat on a chair; hands nestled in your lap. Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously. You were visibly afraid and tried hard to make not a single sound or god forbid, cry.

"Damnit," Magnus whispered quietly under his breath. He wanted to storm that room right then and there, but he knew better. He knew he should do as he was 'taught'. So, he kept looking out for any signal Kurt - who was entering the shop from the other side, could be giving him. And when he saw it, everything happened so fast...

Gun ready to shoot, the policeman stormed the room; followed by his colleagues. "Polisen!" Magnus shouted; pointing his gun at the man - who was visibly shocked and surprised that he was caught. "Släpp vapnet!"

The robber froze for a moment, but then the realisation kicked in - and he loaded his gun; pointing it straight to your head. "Försvinn, annars skjuter jag henne!" Yelled the man back; stepping dangerously closer to you. Magnus clenched his jaw; hearing you wince and watching how the first tears escaped the corners of your eyes. He was losing his patience.

"Jag sa släpp vapnet," he snarled. The robber didn't move a muscle - and Magnus lost it; too afraid that something might happen to the woman he harboured feeling for since such a long time. Everybody seemed to hold their breaths. You, Kurt, the other policemen - except Magnus. He was high on adrenaline. High on emotion. Nobody had seen the young man act like that before. Not even Kurt. So they were all stunned.

"Nu!" Magnus shouted - in vain. He saw the man's finger twitch against the trigger - but Magnus was faster and shot the man in his left leg, before he could shoot you. Crying out in pain, the criminal sunk to the floor.

While Kurt and two other men dragged the wincing man off the floor and walked him off, the curly haired man literally threw his weapon away and stumbled towards your side; checking in on you immediately. "Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?!" You were still shaking and crying; the shock was profound. The policeman squatted down in front of you; worried blue eyes looking into your Y/E/C. "Hey..." He spoke softly. You began to nod slowly. "Y-Yeah, I think so. I-I'm just-" "Shocked. I know." Magnus finished your sentence. His oceanic blues calmed you down; functioned like an endless pool of calmness in which you could drown in.

"Do you want me to get an ambulance, to check on you? Or should I call somebody?" You shook your head. "I... I could go to my p-parents." Magnus nodded; thinking that it was a good idea. You shouldn't be alone tonight. Of course, he'd gladly volunteer to stay with you and look after you, but... No, no. That would most likely be crossing the line. "I-I don't want t-to be alone tonight." You whispered; wiping a stray tear away. "Yes, you shouldn't... I can give you a lift home?" Glassy, red eyes were meeting his once more. Ugh, how he'd love to hug you right now. "Y-You would do that?" Cuddle up in bed with you, pull you against his chest and tell you that everything is going to be alright, because he's here to protect you. He'd always be. "Sure." Magnus gentlemanly helped you stand up and escorted you towards the door. "Kurt, I-" The older man was standing beside his car; typing away on his phone. When he heard his colleague calling out his name and saw what was going on, he nodded, "Of course, Martinsson." and interrupted him with a smile. Magnus knew that look on Kurt's face and had a hard time to stop himself from blushing.

He opened the passenger door of his police car for you to sit inside, before he rounded the vehicle to join you and driving you home - or well... To your parent's home.

Arrived there, he parked the car and killed the engine. "There we are." The light was still on inside the little, cosy looking Swedish house.

"Thank you," your soft voice was urging to his ears once more and when he turned his head to look at you, he saw nothing but pure thankfulness and relief in your face. "For driving me home a-and especially for saving me. You are definitely my knight in shining armour now, herr polisman." During the car ride, you had visibly calmed down. Sure, you were still troubled after what had just happened, but it was better now; being in the safety of the sweet and kind policeman.

Magnus had again a hard time to not blush. This time because of your words. "Magnus. My name is Magnus." Magnus... You couldn't help but smile a little. Handsome name for a handsome man.

Magnus, telling you his name reminded you of something... "How... How did you know my name?" The curly haired man chuckled softly beside you; hands fumbling nervously in his lap. "Well... I, I heard your name being called the first time when I walked into the coffee shop and I, um, I couldn't forget it - you since then..." This time, he couldn't stop his cheeks from turning pink.

Your eyes widened. "Oh, really?" Magnus nodded; awkwardly. "Uh.Huh." And you? You just smiled; tucking a loose strand behind your ear. "Well, Magnus..." The way you rolled his name off your tongue send a shiver down his spine. It sounded so right. "We should go, eat something together sometime." His heartbeat immediately sped up when he heard that. "Is... Is that... Are you asking me out for a date?" Your smile widened. "Perhaps..."

Translation:

småbåtshamn – marina

Varsågod, fru Olsson. – There you go, Mrs. Olsson.

Tack så mycket, min kära. – Thank you very much, my dear.

Ni är hjärtligt välkomna. Njut av ditt te. – You are most welcome. Enjoy your tea.

God morgon (unge man). – Good morning (young man).

herr polisman – officer

polisen – police

(Jag sa) släpp vapnet – (I said) drop that gun!

Försvinn, annars skjuter jag henne! – Piss off, or I'm going to shoot her!

Nu! – Now!

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