#How to catch a sunray

[infernothechaosgod]

Apollo hyacinthus, and retellings

the thing that I noticed about apollo and hyacinthus and how their relationship is potrayed is that people often have trouble with choosing if they should be gentle and kind when with eachother or should they act like a bloody sparta warrior and a plauge god and be you know warriory

And I say why not both?

Make hyacinthus a gentle man whose hands could hold the most delicate vase in the world and who laughs at terrible jokes of his friends a man who cares for others but also make him a warrior who bathes in blood of others casualy and got used to seeing people die and be stolen by thanatos from him

And Apollo

Make him the (2) most beautiful and gentle being there is make him love humanity and mortals and make him adore every little thing in life while also making him a being that has and will see horrible things happend that affected him and make him send plauges upon villages that definitley have innocent people in them

What I'm trying to say is

Make my lord and his lover complex characters and moraly grey people while also not making them complete soft buns for eachother but also don't make them two making out devils

Make them People

(That's what i'm trying to do in my comic right now)

[blackwhitez]

BET YOU ────────୨ৎ

⤿ ALTERNATIVELY ✿ the science nerd fucks you in his dorm ᝰ.ᐟ

⤿ wc: 5k

s. jy × fem . reader

ⓘ cw: smut, academic rivals, literature student : reader, science student : jake, enemies to lovers?, they're literally nerds, unprotected sex, embarrassment, whiny jake, puppy!jake agenda, a lot of it, he's so cute, public-ish sex (not exhibitionism), eating out (fem), overstimulation, teasing, sexual tension. ♡

you always had your own suspicions around him—everyone called him a sweetheart, the golden retriever of the campus, kind to everyone. you thought no one could possibly be this good, but the more he spoke with his beautiful smile and gorgeous flowy hair, the more you believed it. that's until... he went on an uncalled for debate with you over his amazing science major.

you were in the college's conference hall with few elite students and three other professors discussing orientation plans and how to get students into your majors. you volunteered to help, and just so happens the sweetheart jake sim people talk about is here too. it's not a surprise. you see him around often when you participate in college events that bring different majors together. but it's your first time having a one on one talk with him.

"I could write down the history of the big tree planted in the campus' entrance, how it was planted when the first ever female student enrolled in our college." as you spoke, you heard a huff of a laugh. "I don't think new students would care about some history." he tilted his head, and your eyebrow rose.

"that's the issue about your major, it's not interesting enough." he played with the pen he had been fidgeting with for a while. "in science, you could explain the world with clarity poetry can never reach. it's so much deeper than words." he eyed you, eyes challenging and smug. you didn't break the contact, refusing to show weakness. but the more you did the hotter he got blabbing about science. he continued about the gravitational wave lab and the latest discoveries. meanwhile, your blood continued to boil. you have no idea you're fuming because of the insult to your major or of how gorgeous he looks with that stupid sunray casting on him from the hall's window like a paid actor.

the professors and students listened in amusement as you both went back and forth. one professor enjoyed it so much she suggested you two be the hosts for the panel during orientation week. you accepted the opportunity immediately. yes, you do volunteer often, but you're still not at the top of the top. it's perfect to boost your resume and get you noticed. of course, jake accepted the request, too.

when you left the hall, you heard someone whispering next to you. "hey, don't get the wrong idea. I wasn't arguing with you. I'm just that passionate about science." you look up to see him again, closer and ever dazzlingly beautiful. "it's fine. I don't get to defend my major that often, 't was fun." you say, as you continue to walk. "I think professor lee is more convinced over the impact of the science major, though." you internally roll your eyes, you could care less. before you speak again, he goes, "hey! wanna place a bet?"

you look at him. he's smiling so wide, the way you often had glimpses of from far away, but now it's close and... pretty. "who can convince professor lee to publicly endorse their major as more impactful wins the bet." oh, now you're interested. you would, in fact, love that. "and the prize?" you try to hide how amused you sound, but it shows, he grins. "ummm... the winner gets the other person to wear their major's sweater merch for a whole week."

that's so stupid...

but it's fun...

"sure." and that's how it starts. orientation week rolls in, where you both get busy with events and the bet on the line. you'd steal glimpses on what he's doing with his colleagues, and you'd catch him doing the same. the panel goes as heated as it was in the hall last time. this time, the friendly rivalry draws giggles from the students. you would occasionally shake your head, and when you look at him, he flashes you the cutest smile and winks. you had no idea what that meant.

you actually have no idea what most of his actions meant. if it were you, you'd call him a wolf than a golden retriever with the way he randomly gives you those dreamy eyes and raises his eyebrows before he looks away when you all were out handing flyers; with the way he's surrounded by a group of giggly girls most of the time; with the way he bites his lips and brushes his long hair with his fingers. he knows what he's doing.

but precisely, with the way he found you walking alone in a hallway to get more flyers and stopped you there. "I don't think you have to work that hard," you literally roll your eyes this time. "worry about yourself." he steps closer, with a pout. you're kind of taken aback, so you retreat your steps, accidentally cornering yourself between the wall and him. to your surprise, he leans into your ear. "count your days, y/n" his breath tickles you, "you will be wearing my sweater soon"

"my sweater"

he is insane

you hate yourself more by the end of the week, because—he won. of course he did. and here you are hovering your mouse over the college's merchandise shop tap. but most of them are sold out after the orientation week. you hear a kakaotalk ping and look at your phone. it's a new chat.

"can't wait to see you next week ^^"

clicking on the profile tells you who it is, though you guessed from the content of the text. you text him back.

"it's sold out"

"what to do?~ ^^"

you give him the same energy back. you hoped that would make him give up on the dumb bet, but you underestimated the nerd you're talking to. jake would never back down.

"come to my dorm I'll give you mine"

and he sends a cute and teasing sticker. he's annoying... but cutely so. he likes to push your buttons and you hate how much you enjoy it. you admit, being single for a while got you awfully bored. after that first debate and the entirety of orientation week has been the most fun you had for a long while. what could go wrong? you will just go and recieve a sweater.

you grab a jacket to throw it over your camisole and text him that you're coming. the sky was a gorgeous orange as you strolled your way to the boy's dorms. you text him again when you're outside, but he tells you to come to his room. you huff and hesitantly go in. It’s kind of quiet, and the few male students who spot you only took a quick glance and went about their business. you know some female students would invade the boy's dorm to see their boyfriends and vice versa, but something about it still feels weird for you.

you gently knock his door and he opens it in seconds. walking in his room, you can neither call it clean or messy. it's a bit of both. you could tell he tried to throw some clothes that were scattered on his bed into a "tidy" pile next to his closet. but one thing for sure, it smells really nice. not overwhelming at all, smells like fabric softner and faintly of flowers. something you never expected. but if you were to be honest, it still smells heavy of him.

"I have to admit, you did really well this week." you raise your brow in suspect with this sudden gentle tone. "why? is it weird to compliment you?" you nodded, "yes. I'm actually scared." he went to his closet and got his sweater off the hook. "I actually almost called off the bet halfway, because it felt stupid... but every time I saw the sweater it got me thinking of you wearing it." you can't tell if his grin was innocent or with a deeper intent. nevertheless, he looked like a puppy excited for a treat. except, he's holding it out for you.

"wear it, I can't wait till next week." he says, excited. he goes to sit on his desk's chair after handing you the sweater, his sweater paws between his legs, and looks at you with utmost anticipation. if he had a tail, it would be wagging. you swear you can see it. "now?" you look around the tiny proximity of his room. "yes!" you sigh, "fine. well... will you turn around or watch me strip?" he tilts his head, "would you let me?" you almost throw the damned sweater at him but he holds his hands up, "okay, okay."

when he turns his wheeled chair the other side, you make sure he's not stealing glances—you do trust him it's just your own little insecurity—before you take off your jacket and top, fold it aside, and put on the sweater. the smell of the same fabric softer in the air is coming off of it. "okay... I'm done." you fix your hair and straighten the sweater and your shorts.

for a few moments he doesn't say anything, just watches with a blank expression. for some reason, something about it—the whole thing feels extremely illegal, scandalous, hot. you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, being in his territory, wearing his clothes as he watches you. an amusing smile finally breaks his controlled features, his voice shaky "not bad. looks better on you than me."

"well, I'm glad it's washed. I was going to walk out if it smelled like shit." he finally relaxed a little and giggled, blushing. he was blushing. why was he blushing so much? you know he's nervous with the way he can't stop touching his hair and abusing his lips. you wanted to tell him to stop before they start bleeding. "but really, what was the bet for?" you know it was just for fun, but jake knows both of you are busy students and would care less for stupid things like this. so, why did he start a bet out of no where.

"why did you agree?" he asks instead, tilting his head in the same amused way he does, but his eyes were more deliberate, intent. like he wants to get out a secret out of you before he tells his own. "you can't return the same question" you hold your ground. "and why is that," now he's off his chair, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. "is it not literary correct?" he teases. you look away, hiding how his silly teasings gets you worked up.

"I was just curious, because you seem to enjoy it so much." you start to notice the waver in your voice, nerves getting to you, he's getting to you with the way he's standing tall in his room and looking ever handsome in the dimmed lights. the once fresh air feels thick and suffocating. your hands clasp to the hem of the sweater, noticing how they started sweating. even though you liked to take jake lightly and joke with him, you can't deny how actually smart he is and how tactful. you feel like you walked into his trap, but you don't seem to mind it.

he pushes his lip into a pout and raises his shoulders, "I did. but you seem to have enjoyed it too?" he teases again, with a knowing smile. that similar feeling you had in the conference hall is back. where you start to fume for all different reasons. he sees it, and you know he does. the faint dilation of your eyes. he knows his own affect on you. you can see it in the way he grins without his eyes. caught on your own thoughts to form a protest, to find the right words to attack him back, he goes first with soft strides you almost don't notice. before you feel his hand on the side of your face and lips locked fervently onto yours.

very quickly, your world starts spinning. it takes you few seconds to process you're kissing jake. jake the science major nerd. jake the beloved golden retriever of everyone. jake who always looks at you with such intent no one else does. the fumes in your body rush to your face. his lips feel so soft and hot, burning you both. once you respond, instinctively opening up for him, you feel him get more excited. enthusiastic with the way he holds you closer by your waist and slide his tongue over the plush of your lips. he almost suffocates you with his fervor.

placing your hands over his chest and shoulders, you did not know how much you were craving this. craving jake. yes, you've thought of how would it be like if you dated—and it sounded so silly and embarrassing you quickly made yourself forget about it, but you never thought how would it feel to have his plump lips caress yours, how his big warm hands hold your waist, how he would manhandle you and lift you to his bed, how it would feel to straddle him and return his kisses.

hours went by like minutes as you make out on his bed, as he sucks and bites your neck with his hand sneaking under your – his – sweater. your stomach flex, chills running through you at the contact of his soft fingertips caressing your body. you pant next to his head, his hair tickling you. a hot suck on a spot between your collarbone and neck draw a suppressed moan out of you. "jake..." you plea, hips rocking in swift motion onto his. you want him so bad. it's so bad it's driving you insane. you can feel him twitching, you can feel him so hard he keeps whining when you press on it.

"shit... you feel so nice, y/n" he speaks from your shoulder. he looks back for a quick check on you, "never thought I'd get the literature nerd on my lap" he grins his silly, flirty attempt grin he always gives you across campus and on the panel and in hallways. you couldn't hide the little bashful laugh that comes out of you, looking off distance. "what? you're shy now?" he pries for your gaze. "you wish." you trace a finger over his waistband, palm had no choice but to brush over the rising bulge, a noticeable twitch pushes the fabric. you hear him swallow, watching your every little action. "I knew it all along, you're not as innocent as you make yourself seem."

this time, your palm landed gently on his bulge, pressing curiously. this made you realise how much he have been holding back, because the simple touch made him jolt and hiss. you were shocked at first, but now you're the one having a mischievous grin on your face. your hand teasingly rub up and down his clothed cock. you notice, it's bigger than you thought. you squeeze, just a little bit, feeling it out. a guttural moan comes out of jake it makes your insides twitch. shit, you really like hearing him like this.

you sat up on your knees, jake watches you as you slide your shorts and panties off. the science sweater stays on. he gulps once more; how you're half naked with only his sweater on. pulling on his waistband to free him, cock rising and falling it makes you sick. you let him focus on you again, gently kissing his cheek, his soft but sharp jaw, his lips. as you move, his cock slaps the wetness of your exposed clit making you moan and lean into it. gliding on him feels so good you're seeing stars. and he's not even inside yet.

after menacing minutes of drawing whines out of the both of you, your cunt throbbing from the contact, from the smooth and sticky slide over his veins, and over the shroom of his head. he's impossibly hard and aching. translucent plops blooming out and dripping down his length. "fuck, y/n. if you don't ride me already–" he huffs in your neck, holding your hips so hard you think it would leave printed marks. "patience," you would never let him one up you in this game you created.

if he smiled you can't see it, as you align and slowly sit on him. you bite your lip, you did nothing to prepare. you're dripping wet but still a little tight. "fuck." you feel his tip plop in. the more you go down the more dizzy you are and can't take control anymore. you're glad he has his big hand on your lower back and helps you go all the way.

impatient, you start moving before he's all the way in. and fuck he feels amazing. he feels so so good, you think you're gushing wet again. "ahh.. y/n" his lips swollen and wet with your spit, skin flushing red and glistening. he had took off his own top at some point. your hand on his pretty abs as you kiss again and again. his taste is addicting, the way he bites you is addicting. you keep moving, and he keeps getting deeper. you keep tasting heaven every time his shroom tip grazes that spot. "shit, shit, shit, jake!" you're long lost careful with the noise being too loud and travelling the thin walls. anyone passing by would hear that. hell, anyone on the same floor. It’s probably dinner time by now. the sun is setting, and the room is getting dimmer, but both of you are getting hotter.

jake's hand have undone your bra under his sweater long ago, working one tit and mouth bruising a new spot beneath your ear. the pressure of his hand is dizzying. you almost lose your pace on his dick, so he picks it up, starts fucking you relentlessly while hugging your waist you start to see white. you try to focus on him and kiss him again but all you can do is pant and rest your forehead on his.

you're incredibly close you can taste it. "oh, I'm gonna cum." jake breathes. god his sounds turn you on so much. his whines and the way he keeps hitting the spot are throwing you over the edge. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming.." he almost cries. "please." you respond, wanting to feel it. wanting him to paint your walls as you cum too. you're tightening so much it draw moans and whines from the both of you. he's holding you so strong and close, focusing all his willpower into fucking you. "y/n..."

"oh- my god" you feel it, your knees clenching as you cum hard. the waves rip through your stomach to the top of your head. jake is cursing too. you can't tell if he came before or after you—or with you, but he stills for a moment, holding you strong, flush to his chest. he then moves slowly, riding out the high. cold sweat drips down your waist and bare thighs between jake. he stays hugging, face in your neck. your head throbbing and your core too. you take still moments to breath. faint sounds outside brings you back. "oh no... how am I gonna leave like this." you breath, in delirium.

jake finally looks, "you can stay?" he's back to his menacing act. and he still looks fucking hot, if not hotter with sex sweat glistening his face. "yeah, no." you try to hide the simmering blush with a stern tone. you really just fucked one of the elite students of your college, in his own dorm room, in his own major's sweater, shamelessly. looking back to day one at the conference hall, he was giving you this same look, like he'd be more than pleased to devour you.

when the sounds outside subside, you slowly and carefully shift off jake. "i need to go before there's more people around after dinner." you feel jake pouting without you looking as you collect your clothes. logically, he knows you're correct. but emotionally, he's already missing your warmth. he thought he'd get to do some aftercare, kiss you more as if he didn't a thousand times just now, cuddle you, and kiss you more everywhere. but you're already out the door.

the weekend pass by in an odd whim. you're constantly thinking about jake, the back and forth teasings of last week, the sex... his mouth... his smile... just how much he made you feel good. but also, the whole ambiguity around it. you're not dating and you're not friends either? you have no idea what you are and why you kept pushing and pulling each other. so, you just left. like none of that happened. you were so hot and embarrassed you chickened out. he got what he wanted and you got what you want(?) so what's more there to it?

when you meet again at the same conference hall to receive your rewards and few good words from your assigned professor. you try your best to act normal, though you can't help yourself checking on him every time the professor is speaking to him and the focus is not on you anymore. he seems normal. in his usual clean and professional, yet casual attire. did he get a haircut? his hair still looks long and curling at the ends but tidy. that's until your eyes meet. he looks a little worried, but there's also the glint of desire.

the professor makes a joke that you both look like the perfect pair and whispers, questioning if you're not dating already. you both just giggle and kindly deny the rumor, it probably became a topic among the professors who seen your debates. you and jake... together... he is cute. he'd make the loveliest boyfriend. it honestly would be funny if a perfect literature girl dated an elite science guy. you just know it would be a hot topic that would keep students amused until you both graduate. after the short meeting and exchange of empty future plans you both just nod off to and suggest empty promises, you two exist and to your surprise, a hand hooks onto yours and you're dragged into the nearest secluded class.

jake doesn't even bother to turn on the light, the sun coming in through the windows is enough. "everything's okay? did I do anything wrong?" you feel the worry dripping from his voice. like it's been killing him the entire weekend. he's so close, like he wants to be assured so bad. he really thought he did something wrong? when you were the one that ran out?

you soften, touching his cheek carefully. hesitant. "no, jake. you did nothing wrong." he literally melts, leaning into your touch like an obedient pup. he's a tall and huge guy. and yet, your simple touch affects him this much. you hate and love how much he affects you, how much your heart is throbbing inside your chest when he's looking at you like this.

it happens out of habit, a new habit you formed for him, you hook your hand through the back of his hair and the other arm over his shoulder and kiss him for all the wait you put him through. he moans.

that's how much he craved you through the weekend. but his kisses are gentle, yet passionate enough to tell you "I still want you and I will continue to". you can never get used to how good his mouth feels and tastes. it's always so plush and full of spit. bigger than yours, he almost devours you—and he does. in few minutes, his hand worked the buttons of your polo sweater, his mouth tasting your chest, trailing kisses to your ribcage and stomach. he kisses it with so much love it makes you melt. his hands hooked to your thighs, riding up under your skirt. you gasp when his hand grip your ass at the same time he's sucking a spot on your hip. he's going to be the end of you.

the next thing you know, your panties are down and jake taking his time placing kisses to your inner thigh. he watches you drip with wetness caused by him like it amuses him. the way he looks up at you drives you insane. "been thinking about you" he says, holding your leg up to get closer to your cunt. trailing his hot mouth in the direction where you want him to go. "wanted to taste you" and that's the last thing he whispers before he gives in to his need for you. his mouth latches openly on your core you literally wail and shake. "jake!"

his tongue flicks between your folds and he looks drunk how much he's enjoying the taste. he looks hungry. "oh my god," your hand goes from holding the wall behind you to one shotting out to thread through his hair since you can't stop yourself from moving to his face. he doesn't seem to mind any of it. he looks up at you, underneath his now messy bangs like he's telling you to go ahead and use him.

feels weird

you want to say, but the sensation is taking over you. It’s your first time getting eaten out and you didn't imagine you'd recieve it standing like this. with nothing but a wall for support. you want to push him, but you also like it. it feels really good. so good your thighs almost suffocating him. but he doesn't look like he'd care to lose his breath with him going in, nose deep, slippery sounds coming out, and you feel him drooling so much it's running down his chin.

to your surprise, long fingers slide in—you're assuming two—and curl making you hold in a scream. "I'm gonna cum, jake. I ca–" you were reaching your high when he suddenly started sucking hard. you felt like you were exploding into several fireworks, covering your mouth not to make the same mistake again. although you know, it’s probably too late by now. he licks and sucks you through it, you start begging him to stop. when he does, he gently puts down your leg and licks whatever remnants of spit and your cum on his mouth. he still looks like he wants more, eyes heavy and dilating when he gets up. but the way he kisses you is soft and gentle.

you feel him working something down with his free hand and then his bare cock rubbing on you. he must have been aching so much in his pants. you let him have his way with you, hand back into his hair soothing him through it. he sucks down your neck, as he's pounding and writhing against you like a horny dog. "god. I can't believe how you make me feel, y/n..." the head of his cock keeps poking, before he finally hold it and forces himself in with the most satisfying slide you suddenly want to cum again. you tentatively hold your knee up to make it easier for him and hook it around him. "keep talking to me like this and I'd think you really want me."

"what if I do, y/n?" you hear him pant to your ear, hips never stopping. "what if I actually... really... love you." your insides churn at that, eyelids fluttering. "bullshit." you had enough experience you know most of them throw this word around whenever. but jake, he was patient. he didn't get into your pants until he knew you wanted him too. you have no idea why you're trying to deny how his looks are different, his touch is different.

his thrusts halts for seconds. he slides out and you think it's over, it's done. but he's twisting you to face the wall and holds your hips out for him. you gulp, he's sliding in again to fuck you from behind. he rests his chin on your shoulder as he holds you in place. he's always close, like he never wants to be a sentimeter away from you. "you... you seem to not trust me yet. let me show you" moans escape you, he's so so deep. you don't think he got this deep last time. you want to say something back, have the last word, always, and it’s like he knows you do so he's going harder. his body is pushing you it’s making you one with the wall.

"jake. fuck, fuck, fuckkk." his free hand that was on your stomach, goes down to rub your dripping clit and you patently scream to the wall tilting your hips. his other hand somehow lift your bra, cupping your tit and squeezing your nip. you feel him everywhere it's dizzying. the sight of his veiny arm and fingers working your core as he keeps rutting into make you see the heavens gate.

his little whines next to your face is the cherry on top. he whines like an injured puppy it makes you want to cry. who knew he sounded this beautiful high with pleasure. is this how much he wants you? you want to tell him you wanted him too, you craved him too. but you can't help but whine it out, just like him.

it's coming, achingly close your knees joining together. the sensation of his hot fingers rapidly working you, his dick pushing all the way you feel it in your stomach, the warm hand and faint squeezes on your tit. "jake..." he's getting hold of every part of you deep inside until you explode. it arrives in waves, you don't know how many. just when you think it stopped, you're losing it again. in the midst of it, comes jake's mantra, "I'm coming, I'm coming..." you never heard such a melodic voice. you're seeing a pattern—he likes to announce his coming over and over. he stills deep in your cervix, gushing white ropes. you wince and whine, jake is pushing you further to the wall until there's really no space. his hand on your stomach.

there's a wet, droopy kiss on your neck. it sends chills, even after everything that had happened. the kiss lingers as he mutters into it under his breath. "I want you." he say, with demand. as if he didn't just had his way with you. but you understand it as in, "I want to continue this" he makes you chuckle a little bit—he doesn't know it yet but he's a romantic himself. you will tell him later.

♥︎ : @srehyaps

[6slux]

₊⊹ riding bf!connie on a jet ski in the middle of the ocean

warm sunrays hit the curve of your back as you drop your hips- rotating them to revel in his lap.

“there you go, mama…take it all. s’your dick”

connie’s digits press into the fat of your hips, dragging you down on his thick length.

squelch- a particularly hard thrust has your thighs pressed against his burly ones. connie’s merciless; holding you down until your release glistens down the sides of where you two meet.

“to-too deep, con- fuck. swear i can feel you in my guts”, the untied string of your bikini bottom sagged off the shelf of your ass. the soles of your feet ache on either sides of the footwells, taking as much of his mean strokes as your environment allowed.

a soft snicker falls from connie’s straight lips. he’s basking in how disheveled he’s got you. a hard smack found your backside, connie’s pelvis juts upwards to remind you where you are. this was a token of appreciation as he’d flown you out to the sunny tropics.

the deeper he digs into you, the lazier your body becomes. more or less cockwarming connie to catch a breath. a soft tsk of discontent rolling off of your man’s tongue as he’d been mockingly buried in your tightness.

several seconds later you’re forced off of his dick with a wet -plop-. a mixture of your juices spilled out of you as connie turned you to face the jet ski’s handles.

“hold on to ‘em,” you do just as the raspy voice urged. connie wastes no time pressing his tip past the glistening threshold of your puffy folds. now he has the upper hand- a gorgeous view of the ink that ran down your spine.

the two of you meet with each lewd thrust, connie’s head falling back at the sight of your fat ass rippling like the soft waves that surround you.

“i know….know it feels good, ma. messin’ up these people seat”, the steering console pressed deeper into your chest, as you’re no longer the one in control. his eyes fixated on the ring of opaque cream at the base of his dick. your essence runs down to his heavy balls, the wet sounds travel out to the middle of nowhere.

connie stood to chant breathless whispers in your ear. backshots becoming sloppier and slower as he neared his release.

“Ah-! ‘m…gonna make me cum again!”, the force of your orgasm pushes connie out, his broad arm reaching around to rub circles into your clit. “who needs a beach…when i got my personal soaker right here,” he breathlessly snickered, watching as this motion prolongs your wet, gut-wrenching climax. shortly afterwards white ropes splatter over your asscrack, followed by the sounds of connie’s deep rumbles.

[calypso-rt]

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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀꜰᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ…ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ..

Stolen glances and lingering eyes should’ve been enough proof of the growing attractions.

But you and Rafe Cameron were the epitome of obliviousness.

Everyone could see it, I mean, even Rafe’s own idiotic friends noticed. The Pogues, despite their distaste for Rafe, could see it too. It was obvious from the moment he first met you…

It started months ago when you moved to the Outer Banks and snagged a summer job at the island’s country club. You were new to the chaos of island life, with its clear divides between the Kooks and the Pogues, but the country club seemed like neutral ground…well, not at all actually, but at least you were valued as an employee.

Rafe had strolled in one muggy afternoon, exuding an air of careless confidence. He was there to pick up his sister, Sarah, but you didn’t know that yet. What you did notice was how his sharp blue eyes locked onto you when you fumbled with a tray of drinks.

“You’re spilling,” he said flatly, gesturing to the condensation pooling on your tray.

“I’m fine,” you replied, your tone clipped, though you felt your cheeks warming.

But instead of brushing it off, Rafe grabbed a few napkins from the counter and handed them to you, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest moment. It was such a simple gesture, but you noticed the hesitation in his hand, as though he was reluctant to let go.

From then on, he started showing up at the club more often. At first, it was always with a reason: picking up Sarah, meeting friends, golfing. Yet somehow, he always ended up near your section, lounging in a chair with an iced tea, his sunglasses pushed up to his hair as he watched you dart between tables.

“You’re working too hard,” he teased one day, catching you mid-sprint. He was perched on the edge of a barstool, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off a hint of a tan.

“Some of us don’t have the luxury of lounging around all day,” you shot back, though the way his lips twitched into a lopsided grin made your heart flutter.

As the weeks passed, the small gestures piled up. He’d linger in line just long enough to exchange a few words, his voice soft but teasing. He started carrying a spare pen in his pocket because he noticed you were always searching for one. Once, when a storm rolled in out of nowhere, Rafe showed up at the back door with an umbrella and waited until your shift ended to walk you to your car.

“It’s pouring,” you said, exasperated but touched by his effort.

“And?” he replied, tilting the umbrella slightly so more of it covered you. “Can’t have you getting sick.”

You didn’t see the way his friends smirked from across the lot or the knowing glance Sarah threw his way. But when you whispered a soft “thank you,” he smiled down at you like you’d handed him the moon.

You didn’t need to say anything else. 

Everyone knew.

It was only a matter of time.

And so here you were lounging on the sand on a little beach day. The waves were high and the sun was ablaze, illuminating your skin in a golden light.

Days like these are when the Kooks and the Pogues came to an unspoken sort of truce and shared the beachspace. They both knew where the best surfing spots were.

Lost in your little book, a shadow casts over you, and you look up to see him.

All sunkissed skin and salt-blown hair.

That easy arrogance he wore like a second skin.

“Missed the early morning waves,” you tease, perching your sunglasses on your nose as you smirk up at him, eyes glimmering in the sunrays.

“Yeah, well,” he drawled, dropping his board into the sand beside you, “not all of us have the luxury of sitting here pretending to read.”

“Pretending?” you scoffed, closing the book with an exaggerated snap. “I was deep in a chapter about existentialism before your shadow interrupted my enlightenment.”

He tilted his head, squinting at the cover. “It’s a romance novel, isn’t it?”

“It's literary fiction, thank you very much,” you said, holding the book closer to your chest in mock offense.

“Sure it is.” He sat down beside you, close enough that the side of his knee brushed yours. A deliberate move, but one he played off so casually that it would’ve gone unnoticed if your heart wasn’t already doing flips.

The others began to catch on. From the water, JJ paused mid-paddle, tilting his head like he was trying to process the scene in front of him. “Would you look at that? Rafe Cameron’s gone soft,” he muttered, elbowing Pope. “Swapped his surfboard for a... muse or something.”

Pope snorted. “More like a sparring partner,” he shot back, though the amused glint in his eyes was impossible to miss.

Under a nearby umbrella, Sarah watched the whole thing unfold, her lips quirking into a knowing smirk. Rafe was leaning in again, saying something to you that made you laugh, and for a moment, it was like the rest of the bustling beach didn’t exist to him. “Oh, he’s a goner,” she muttered, shaking her head but unable to stop smiling.

“Want a surfing lesson?” he asked, his voice low enough that it felt like a challenge.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually offering, or is this just an excuse to watch me wipe out?”

“Can’t it be both?”

It didn’t take much convincing. Soon, you were out in the waves, teetering on a board that felt way too narrow while Rafe stood waist-deep in the water, coaching you with infuriating patience.

“Bend your knees,” he called, arms crossed as he watched you wobble.

“I am bending my knees!” you shot back, nearly toppling over as a wave rushed past.

“Not enough. You look like a baby deer learning how to walk.”

“Keep talking, Cameron, and you’ll find yourself eating sand,” you threatened, though your laugh ruined the effect.

And when you inevitably fell, tumbling into the water with a dramatic splash, he was there. Not with mockery, but with a hand outstretched and a smirk that was far softer than it had any right to be.

“See? Told you it’d be fun,” he said, pulling you upright.

“You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you’re smiling.”

By the time you made it back to the beach, your hair a salty, tangled mess and your cheeks sore from laughing, everyone had noticed.

The months of summer passed by until it was time.

The Midsummer's party was in full swing. Golden lights strung through the trees, laughter and music mingling with the warm summer air. The Kooks were in their finest, flaunting their tailored suits and flowing dresses like it was a royal ball instead of just another night on the Outer Banks.

You had promised yourself you’d stay on the edges, blending into the background with the other staff. But somehow, Sarah had roped you into wearing one of her old dresses, a soft blue number that fit you almost too perfectly.

Rafe saw you the moment you stepped into the garden.

For a second, he didn’t move. His tie hung loose around his neck, his hair slightly mussed like he’d already run his hands through it too many times. But when his eyes locked on you, the easy confidence he usually wore seemed to falter.

He found you by the drinks table, nervously picking at a stray thread on your dress.

“You clean up well,” he said, sliding next to you with that familiar smirk, though his voice lacked its usual teasing edge.

“And you almost look respectable,” you replied, glancing at him with a soft smile.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. For once, he looked unsure, like he was debating whether to say what was on his mind.

“Listen,” he started, shifting his weight. “I was wondering if you’d want to…if you’d go with me. To this thing.”

You blinked, confused. “You mean the party we’re both already at?”

“Yes. No. I mean…” He groaned, looking away for a moment before turning back to you. “I want you to be here with me. Not as Sarah’s friend, not as the girl working the summer. Just… you and me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn’t resist teasing him. “That almost sounded like a confession, Cameron.”

“It is,” he admitted, his voice softer now, his usual confidence replaced by something more sincere. His blue eyes never left yours, and for once, there was no sarcasm in sight. “I like you. I think I’ve liked you for longer than I’d care to admit... but I didn’t want to mess it up.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to hide your smile. “So you’ve been overthinking this, huh?”

“Maybe just a little,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “But now I’m thinking it’s about time I stopped.”

You stared at him, speechless for a moment, before breaking into a grin. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

He laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, and then extended his hand with a crooked grin. “Well? Are you going to leave me hanging here all night or what?”

Without overthinking it, you placed your hand in his. “Lead the way, Cameron.”

As he tugged you toward the dance floor, the chaos of the party felt like it faded into the background, the noise dimming to nothing. It was just you and Rafe, moving together, the unspoken tension finally slipping away. 

[elryuse]

The Story Of, How A Cafe Worker Wins The Heart Of A Superstar

Wonyoung X Male Reader

Tags : Idol Wonyoung, Cafe Worker Male Reader, Fell in love at first sight, Kiss, Strangers to Lover, Fluff, Full of emotion

The cafe bell chimed a familiar melody as the door swung open, announcing the arrival of a new customer. Busy with wiping down a table, I momentarily glanced up, my breath catching in my throat. A girl, shrouded in a white bucket hat and a mask, stood awkwardly by the entrance.

"Hi there! Welcome to Sunray Cafe," I greeted warmly, my usual chipper self shining through. "What can I get you today?"

The girl, her eyes sparkling even beneath the mask, approached the counter. "Can I get a large Americano, please? With no sugar, and maybe less ice?" Her voice was soft, melodic, like a gentle stream tinkling over smooth pebbles.

"Absolutely! Coming right up!" I punched in her order on the register, a thrill shooting through me. Today was definitely turning out interesting. As I busied myself brewing her coffee, I stole another glance at her. There was a certain aura about her, an ethereal quality that made her stand out even amongst the usual cafe crowd.

"Here you go," I announced, placing the steaming cup on the counter. "One large Americano, no sugar, less ice. Just the way you like it, I presume?"

A hint of a smile played on her lips, barely visible beneath the mask. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

The silence stretched for a moment, filled with an unspoken awkwardness. I yearned to strike up a conversation, to get to know the girl behind the mask, but something held me back. Perhaps it was the air of mystery surrounding her, or maybe just a touch of shyness on my part.

She settled down at a corner table, the clinking of her spoon against the ceramic mug the only sound for a while. I watched her from afar, mesmerized by the way her gloved fingers cradled the cup, how her eyes sparkled with an unseen emotion as she sipped her coffee.

As the cafe slowly filled with the afternoon crowd, I found myself drawn to her table again and again. Each time, our eyes would meet for a brief moment, a silent exchange that sent a flutter to my heart. Who was this girl? What was her story? I couldn't help but wonder.

Days turned into weeks, and the cafe slowly became synonymous with Wonyoung's presence. Every afternoon, like clockwork, she'd walk in, a vision in white with her signature Americano order. Each time, a wave of exhilaration would wash over me. We'd fallen into a comfortable routine – our exchanges started with greetings, then brief conversations about the weather or the latest K-Pop releases.

One sunny afternoon, as I placed her usual cup on the counter, I mustered up the courage to ask, "The Americano with no sugar, less ice – is that your favorite, or just a habit?"

A soft laugh, like wind chimes on a summer breeze, escaped her lips. "A bit of both, I guess. But honestly, it's more about the company now." Her words sent a jolt of joy through me. Was she implying...?

"Really? You like coming here just for the company?" I couldn't help the hopeful lilt in my voice.

She met my gaze, her eyes sparkling with an emotion I couldn't decipher. "The coffee's not bad either," she admitted with a playful smile. "But yes, the company is definitely a perk."

Emboldened by her words, I took a chance. "Actually, my name is Y/n," I blurted out, feeling a bit flustered. "W-what about you? I keep seeing the name 'Won' written on your cup."

A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a soft smile. "Won is fine," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

As she turned to leave, I blurted out, "Wait!" She paused, her back to me. "Can I, uh... walk you home?" My cheeks burned with a blush, but I held her gaze.

To my surprise, she didn't refuse. Instead, she turned around, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Sure," she said simply. "That sounds nice."

As we walked side by side, the setting sun casting an orange glow on our path, I felt a lightness in my step, a joy that resonated deep within me. We talked about everything and nothing – our dreams, our favorite foods, the stray cat that frequented the back alley of the cafe. It felt effortless, comfortable, like we'd known each other for years.

When we reached her doorstep, the air crackled with a nervous energy. "Today was nice, Y/n," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Would you like to do it again sometime?" I asked, hope flickering in my chest.

A genuine smile bloomed on her face, as radiant as the sun that had just dipped below the horizon. "I'd like that," she replied, taking out her phone. "Here, put your number in."

As I entered my contact information, her phone vibrated. Glancing at the screen, I noticed she saved my number under the name "Sunray Cafe." A pang of disappointment shot through me, a silent acknowledgement of the distance between our worlds.

But then, she added a single emoji – a bright yellow sun – beside my name. The small gesture sent a warmth blooming in my chest, a promise of sunshine and happiness to come. "I'll call you, Won," I said, my voice filled with newfound determination. "And I'll make you happy, I promise."

She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "We'll see about that, Sunray Cafe." With a final wave, she disappeared into her apartment building, leaving me with a heart full of hope and the promise of a future filled with sunshine, coffee, and maybe, just maybe, a love story blooming amidst the aromatic warmth of the cafe.

The following afternoon, butterflies danced a frenetic jig in my stomach as Won walked into the cafe. Today, I had a surprise planned. Mustering up all my courage, I approached her as she placed her usual order.

"Hey, Won," I greeted, my voice a touch shaky. "So, I was wondering..." I hesitated, searching for the right words. "Would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?"

Her eyes widened beneath the mask, a flicker of surprise giving way to a hesitant smile. "A date?" she echoed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah," I blurted out, my cheeks burning. "Just to, you know, hang out outside of the cafe."

To my utter delight, she didn't say no. In fact, a hint of a blush seemed to color her cheeks, hidden beneath the white mask. "I'd... I'd like that," she replied softly.

We set a date for the weekend, and the anticipation gnawed at me for days. Finally, the day arrived, and I found myself waiting for her at a park, a bouquet of sunflowers – her favorite – clutched nervously in my hand.

When she arrived, my breath hitched. Even in casual clothes and the ever-present mask, she looked radiant. Today, however, there was a certain spring in her step, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"Hey," I said, extending the flowers towards her.

Her smile widened as she accepted the bouquet. "Thank you, Y/n. These are beautiful."

The afternoon unfolded like a dream. We strolled through the park, the scent of summer flowers filling the air. We talked about everything and nothing – our dreams, our favorite movies, the stray cat that frequented the back alley of the cafe. Her laughter, a melody tinkling in the summer breeze, sent shivers down my spine. There was a comfortable ease about our conversation, a sense of connection that transcended the barrier of the mask.

Later, we decided to catch a movie. As we sat shoulder-to-shoulder in the dimly lit cinema, a thrill coursed through me. Stealing a glance at her, I noticed her eyes glued to the screen, tears glistening in them during a particularly emotional scene. In that moment, I felt a surge of protectiveness towards her, a desire to shield her from any harm.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the city, I suggested a final stop – Sunray Cafe. The familiarity of the place brought a smile to both our faces.

"Welcome back," I said, ushering her in.

The cafe was bustling with customers, but a corner table by the window was miraculously free. I settled Won into the seat, her eyes sparkling as she took in the familiar surroundings.

"This place feels different somehow," she remarked, tilting her head.

"Because you're here with me," I replied impulsively, my cheeks burning with a blush.

She met my gaze for a long moment, a blush creeping up her neck despite the mask. Then, she smiled, a shy, sweet smile that sent my heart into overdrive.

"I'm glad I am," she whispered.

I ordered her usual Americano, this time with a hint of caramel syrup, hoping to surprise her. As I placed the cup on the table, I blurted out, "There's something I've been wanting to ask you."

She looked up, her eyes curious. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, I said, "Won, would you ever consider taking off your mask?"

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her features, a silent plea in her eyes. Then, she shook her head gently. "Not yet, Y/n. Maybe someday."

Disappointment tugged at my heart, but seeing the unspoken emotions in her eyes, I understood. This wasn't the right time to push her.

Taking her hand in mine, I squeezed it gently. "Okay," I said softly. "Whenever you're ready."

A warm smile bloomed on her face, chasing away the shadows in her eyes. "Thank you, Y/n. For understanding."

We spent the rest of the evening talking, sipping our coffee, and simply enjoying each other's company. As we walked out of the cafe hand-in-hand, the night sky ablaze with stars, I knew this was just the beginning of something special. The mask might have hidden her face, but it couldn't hide the connection we shared, a connection forged over cups of coffee, shared dreams, and stolen glances under the summer sun.

The next day, A sudden jolt of electricity shot through me as the cafe door chimed, announcing a new arrival. But it wasn't just any customer. It was Won, but this time, there was another man by her side.

He was tall and impeccably dressed, but his aura was cold, his expression unreadable. He held himself stiffly, a stark contrast to Won's usual radiant presence. Even with the mask on, I could sense the tension radiating from her, a silent plea for help I couldn't quite understand.

The man approached the counter, his voice devoid of warmth. "Black coffee, hot. No sugar, and a side of rock sugar."

The odd combination sent a shiver down my spine, but I nodded curtly, professionalism overriding my growing unease. As I brewed the coffee, I stole a glance at Won. Her eyes darted around the cafe nervously, avoiding mine altogether.

When I placed the order on the counter, the man picked up the cup and took a long sip. His face contorted in disgust. He then reached for the rock sugar, a single, unrefined cube, and popped it into his mouth before taking another sip of the coffee. He grimaced again, then let out a heavy sigh.

"Looks like the merger will have to be expedited," he said to Won, his voice laced with a coldness that sent chills down my spine. "Your father called. He needs a faster turnaround on the debt settlement."

Won's mask seemed to shrink around her face, her shoulders slumping in defeat. But amidst the fear in her eyes, there was a flicker of defiance. "Marriage?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The man nodded curtly. "That's what your father wants. Apparently, a public display of unity will appease the investors."

A suffocating silence descended upon us. The man seemed oblivious to the turmoil brewing within Won, his gaze fixed on his now lukewarm coffee. But I knew something was terribly wrong. This marriage, this entire situation, felt forced, a business deal masquerading as love.

The man finally set down his cup, his gaze snapping towards Won. "Who is he?" he demanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "The one you truly care about."

The air crackled with tension, the question hanging heavy in the air. My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat against my ribs. Won's eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, a silent plea for understanding, for help. And in that shared look, everything hung in the balance.

Unable to bear the suffocating tension any longer, I took a deep breath and approached their table, my voice firm but calm. "Excuse me," I said, forcing a smile, "but could you please keep it down? There are other customers here trying to enjoy their coffee."

The cold man's icy gaze snapped towards me, his expression hardening further. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee, the clink of the cup against the saucer the only sound for a moment.

"A lowlife like you wouldn't understand professionalism," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I could easily buy this entire cafe and kick you out on the street."

A surge of anger flared within me, but I fought it down. This wasn't about me. It was about Won, about the fear and helplessness etched on her face.

"Professionalism isn't about money," I countered, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart. "It's about respect. Respect for your partner, respect for others around you."

The man scoffed, a humorless sound. "Partners? Don't make me laugh. This is a business arrangement, nothing more." His gaze flickered to Won, his voice softening a touch. "Isn't that right, darling?"

Won remained silent, her eyes downcast. My heart ached for her, for the unspoken words trapped behind the mask.

The man seemed to take her silence as agreement. He flashed a cold smile in my direction, his parting words laced with a veiled threat. "Consider yourself warned, kid. Don't get in the way of things you don't understand. I won't let her be taken that easily." With that, he rose from his seat, leaving Won and me alone in a tense silence.

As the cafe door chimed shut behind him, the weight of his words settled heavily upon us. Won's shoulders slumped further, and for a moment, I thought she might crumble. But then, she lifted her head, a flicker of determination replacing the fear in her eyes.

"Y/n," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "We need to talk."

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden surge of hope that bloomed in my chest. This wasn't just fear in her eyes anymore – it was a spark, a defiance against the future that had been thrust upon her.

Before I could respond, she surprised me by reaching out. Her gloved hand cupped my cheek, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. My breath hitched as she leaned in closer, the mask a barrier between us yet somehow insignificant in the face of the raw emotion in her eyes.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper against my lips. "For everything."

Then, in a move that stole my breath away, she leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn't the soft, sweet kiss I'd dreamt of. It was a fleeting touch, a soft brush of cotton from her white mask against mine, yet it held a universe of unspoken emotions. The taste of coffee and something uniquely hers lingered on the fabric as she pulled away, a blush creeping up her cheeks despite the mask.

"I... I need to go," she stammered, her voice flustered. "But this isn't over. Not by a long shot."

With that, she turned and hurried out of the cafe, leaving me standing there in a daze. My hand flew to my lips, the warmth of her touch still tingling on my skin. The kiss was a promise, a declaration whispered against the storm brewing in her life.

Hope, a fragile thing, blossomed in my chest. Won might be trapped, but she wasn't defeated. And neither was I. We had each other, a connection forged over stolen glances and shared dreams. Together, we would find a way. The road ahead might be difficult, but with the faint memory of her touch and the soft brush of cotton from her mask against my lips, I knew I wouldn't face it alone.

A year had crawled by, each day a monotonous echo of the last. The cafe, once a haven for stolen glances and whispered dreams, now felt hollow without Won's presence. I wiped down the counter with a practiced efficiency, a ghost of a smile clinging to my lips. The memory of our date – the sunflowers, the movie, the shared coffee – played on repeat in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of a happiness that felt like a lifetime ago.

Just as I was about to flick off the neon "Open" sign, a soft rapping sound startled me. A figure stood hesitantly on the other side of the glass door, the setting sun casting a golden glow around them. My heart lurched in my chest – could it be…?

With trembling hands, I unlocked the door. A wave of relief washed over me as I saw Won, her ever-present white mask the only thing obscuring her face. But this time, there was a different glint in her eyes, a mix of determination and something else – nervousness?

Before I could even formulate a greeting, she was in my arms, clinging to me like a lifeline. "Y/n," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over as I held her close. "Won," I croaked, my voice hoarse. "I thought… I thought I lost you."

She pulled back slightly, cupping my face in her gloved hands. Her eyes, filled with a newfound fire, held my gaze. "Never," she whispered fiercely. "That awful man… It turned out he was a corrupt business owner. My dad cut ties with him, but it caused a huge fight with my parents. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to choose my own path."

A smile, hesitant but genuine, bloomed on her face as she slowly began to untie the straps of her mask. My breath hitched in my throat. For all this time, the girl who filled my days with sunshine had been Jang Wonyoung, the K-Pop idol I adored.

As the mask fell away, revealing the breathtaking beauty I'd only glimpsed in dreams, a blush flooded my cheeks. Her eyes, sparkling with mischief, met mine. "Now you know why I always hid behind the mask, huh?"

A nervous laugh escaped my lips. "If anyone saw you in this cafe, the whole place would explode!"

We both burst into laughter, the tension dissolving into a comfortable warmth that felt like coming home. Wonyoung cupped my cheeks once again, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "It took me a whole year, Sunray Cafe," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."

A surge of joy filled me as I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our kiss was tender, a promise whispered on the wind. "I'm all yours, Wonyoung," I murmured against her lips.

The future stretched before us, uncertain yet filled with possibilities. We had a fight on our hands, the challenge of keeping our love a secret amidst the glare of the spotlight. But together, with the shared warmth of a stolen kiss and a year of yearning, we were ready to face anything. The cafe, once a symbol of lonely longing, was now bathed in the golden glow of a new dawn, the start of a beautiful love story between a barista and his superstar.

The End

[notjustjavierpena]

i loved getting an insight into hubby in 4am. It got me thinking about other times I’d like to see into his brain.

Did he know straight away that reader was different and a potential future for him or did it take him a little while due to his past as a womaniser? His brain working overtime trying to process all the new feelings.

Did he ever feel like he should leave her feeling like he’s not good enough?

Bee (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N:  This is not totally what you had in mind, I think. However, this came to me and I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s soft and tender ❤️

Summary: Javier reflects on how gentle you make him.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Javi POV, fluff, insecurities, love

Word count: 1.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52937182/chapters/137384134

Bee

Sun filters through the clouds above Javier as he lies on the ground behind his father’s ranch. You’ve talked him into drowning in the tall fields of grass that surround the fenced-off area for the cows, listening to the sound of a million buzzing bugs that hide from you as you invade their home. He isn’t too fond of anything that could possibly land on him, too rough around the edges still to treat nature with the care that you do. 

You are talking softly yet enthusiastically about shapes that you find in the sky, reaching for heaven as you explain or draw out shapes with your finger. There’s been a dragon, a heart, and a bunny. You wonder out loud if it means something but Javier can hardly follow your words despite trying. He is too busy gazing upon you, having turned his head to the side to look at you in secret, the greatest marvel in his presence right now. 

The sun is hot in Texas right now and the shadows of the grass engulfing you and him dance across your face, your eyes glinting whenever the sun catches them even if it makes you scrunch up your nose and hold a palm up to cover the sunrays. Everything about this moment feels so delicate, terrifyingly sweet when he naturally thinks he is made of harsher stuff that should squash what little softness is left in his world. His hands have had to do so many destructive things in the past fifteen years that they feel too coarse to touch you. 

He turns his head towards the sky and closes his eyes, letting the sound of your voice wash over him like he wants it to for the rest of his life. There’s a part of him that’s afraid of you, afraid that he’s not made for this life with you, that he doesn’t know how to handle something so precious without breaking it. The way you treat the world around you with such reverence, such care, is foreign to him. He was used to being cold and logical back in Colombia, used to enduring. But here, in the Lone Star State with you, he finds himself wanting to be gentle, wanting to learn whatever he can from you. The love of his life. 

“Mhm,” he replies with the tiniest twitch of the corners of his mouth as you still haven’t figured out that he isn’t really listening. Not when your voice is accompanied by the sound of a breeze continuously creating waves in the grass that is tickling his arms, almost tricking him into thinking he is by the ocean. 

But then he feels it. It’s a sudden, light tickle on his nose that makes him open his eyes in slight surprise. There’s a small bee perched on the tip of his nose, its glasslike wings buzzing gently as it searches for pollen. Instinctively, he lifts his hand and gets ready to swat it away; he’s always been quick to react, quick to defend himself from anything that might harm him, even moreso during his time in Colombia. However, as his hand twitches mid-air, you notice, and your laughter is like music being carried through the air.

“Hold still,” you whisper as you lean over him, your face so close and your hand on his chest so he can feel the warmth of your palm as he sees your grin. With a gentler touch than what you even handle him with, you coax the bee onto your hand, lifting it away and letting it fly off again. Javier watches quietly in awe of his future wife.

“You don’t have to be so scared,” you say, smiling at him, “Not everything that approaches you is out to hurt you. Perhaps he just wanted to say hello.” 

Your words hang in the air, weighing nothing yet feeling heavy. Javier feels a tug in his chest like you’ve grabbed at the part of him that harbors hate for himself and has festered for too long. You’ve just pulled it loose inside him. He knows you’re not just talking about the bee. He hears the undertone, the suggestion that maybe he doesn’t always have to be on guard, doesn’t always have to assume the worst as he has done for so long. 

He looks at you and he wonders if you’re talking about yourself, too. If you’re telling him that you’re not here to hurt him, that your presence in his life isn’t a threat. He doesn’t know why he thought that twosomeness was not for him. Here you are and he doesn’t need anything more because you soften the edges of the world around him. 

“C’mere,” he murmurs and slides his arm beneath your body so he can snake it around your waist. His palm lays flat against the small of your back as he pulls you in, his heart still pounding against his rib cage when you are this close just five months after your first meeting. Five months since he saw you for the first time and realized that you might be different. Five months since you turned his world upside down. 

You curl your fingers on his chest and let yourself be drawn close, lowering your head until he can feel your breath against his face. You block out the sun, smiling fondly at him as if he is not at all rough and calloused. 

It is what makes him close the gap between you and kiss you on the mouth. It’s slow and unhurried, unlike many other kisses he has given you when the two of you have been alone. He pulls back to see your eyes fluttering open again. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asks himself out loud. The sun is around you like a halo, shining on your hair and making your skin glow. He wants everything with you. Everything that he never thought he wanted to have but also everything he never thought he could have.

“Doesn’t matter if you have done anything to deserve me. Do you want me?” You ask and the question floors him. He doesn’t need to think about it or weigh his options and words. He knows his answer. Yes.

“Para siempre (forever),” he says. You smile. It seems like that was the perfect answer. 

“Then that’s all that matters,” you reply and roll onto your back with a content sigh, laying in the nook of his arm while the sun shines on the both of you. He could fall asleep with you, let a whole hive of bees land on him one by one to greet him.

Javier feels a calm wash over him. Maybe this - him and you - isn’t bad just because he feels like he isn’t enough for your kind being. Maybe it is exactly right because it is something you both want. 

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[pearlywritings]

Of stained glass hair and flower hands

synopsis: just a small date of an architect husband and a painter wife.

prompt: 7, 25

requested by: @7urriya

pairing: Kaveh x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, reader is a painter

word count: 1k+ words in total

a/n: this was my last request for the last year's Token of appreciation writing event and I completely missed the fact I didn't publish it (I should really check my inbox more often to be reminded of stuff). I am so sorry for the wait, my lovely @/7urriya and I hope you'll still find it enjoyable even a year later.

What were the odds, huh? An architect married to a painter, an artistic duo brought together by the gods above. A mess of blueprints and canvas, ink and paint splotches, mugs of finished coffee piled up on the table and another glass of any beverage ruined by an accident brush toss is working wonderfully. A mess that exists among you freely and doesn’t ruin your couple's life and its equilibrium.

Yes, a passionate individual paired with another possessor of strong beliefs doesn’t seem like a good idea, assumed to end up in a big fight and a heartbreak. But, to the surprise of your mutual friends, everything worked out smoothly. Yes, you bicker, but are quick to remember how Alhaitham once called you an ‘old grumbling couple’ and it stuck to the point of ending all the rising arguments with laughter over imagining how grouchy and wrinkly you’ll become in 40 years and suggestion to go out and cool off. 

But you also love to go out just for the sake of going out. Sometimes it’s the case of seeking inspiration, other times it’s to get out of the four walls and revel in the beauty of the world around you.

Or, like today, it’s both.

Originally it was a planned picnic date - with finding free spaces in your schedules, going to the market the evening before, cooking the following morning and all that ‘planning’ stuff. And when you grabbed your portable painting kit with all the necessary tools at the last minute just as you were leaving the house, Kaveh wasn’t surprised and only smiled warmly.

Vissudha Field is a marvelous place; it has the most breath-taking view of the Sumeru City and should you only turn your head - the other magnificent areas of the Dendro region. The perfect spot for an artistic date.

Climbing to the highest of the grass-covered hill, Kaveh puts the basket down, which you quickly follow by lowering your own make-shift ‘bag’. Soon the opposite ends of a big patchwork blanket are in his and your hands and you shake it in the air a couple of times to slowly lower it in a straight manner. 

Your husband lets out a joyous laugh as you flop onto your back with arms spread wide and a grinning face exposed to the sunrays. You giggle, when he playfully boops your nose, and wrinkle it, blindly reaching up to try and locate him with your hands. But his slight dodging and your squeezed shut eyes do little to help.

“Come ooon, Kaveh, let me touch you,” you softly whine, not quitting your attempts to catch at least the fluttering ties of his today’s choice of shirt.

“I’m right here, love,” his voice sounds like he is leaning from the left and you redirect your grabby hands there, only to miss him again. “If you just opened your beautiful eyes for me.”

“But that’s no fun,” you huff, yet already bring an arm to shield your eyesight from the brightness of the sun. However, a shadow appears, casting itself upon you, and you dare to open one eye. There he is - standing above you, bent in his waist, with hands planted on his hips and hair cascading down, framing his face like the finest silk curtains. The most captivating part? Pink padparadscha eyes gazing at you with unspoken adoration.

You can’t stop the beaming smile that is spreading across your face.

“Well, well… you shouldn’t stay like that, a thousand steps away from me,” you reach your arms upwards again, tips of the fingers barely touching the apples of his cheeks. “Stay close to me, alright?”

Your husband immediately mirrors your smile and leans even closer so your palms properly cup his face. Slowly lowering his body, Kaveh eventually ends up kneeling above you, your lips inches away and noses almost touching chins. And then he angles his head and you eagerly let him press his mouth to yours.

When an hour later, having eaten and shared a lovely conversation, you fall into comfortable silence, Kaveh decides to lounge on his side with a hand supporting his head. Occasionally he steals glances at you immersed in your painting - canvas propped against your crossed feet, held firmly by the upper edge, and a brush securely yet effortlessly rested between your lovely fingers. Fingers of the no less lovely hands, already dirtied by the paint, but to the man next to you those are not imperfections, but the little unchangeable details that make you - you.

“Your hands are like flowers, blooming with all kinds of vibrant colors,” he suddenly says, breaking your focus and making you turn to him with a questioning look. A lock of hair escapes with the movement, gently falling on your face, shimmering like a temple's stained glass windows.

Oh, how he’d love to design and build a temple with an image of you in mind.

“Sun plays with your hair like it’s the colorful pieces of glass mosaic…” he goes on, completely enthralled with you, with unkempt hair and paint spots dry and cracked on your skin. You are beautiful. You are his wonder. You are his.

The tenderness with which he is looking at you makes your cheeks flare and eyes avert, now more interested in a ladybug walking across the blanket. And yet, the absolutely happy smile betrays your sheepish state.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” you chuckle, shaking your head and putting your tools aside, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

This time he is the one reaching his hands to you, sitting up to face you. Knees bumping, fingers intertwining and foreheads pressing together, the position is awkward, but at the same time oh so perfect.

“I don’t think there is a book with words grand enough to describe the very depth of my feelings for you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming over the paint-covered skin of your hand. “Only if I were to write them down.”

“Changing careers, huh?” You can’t help but tease, gazing into his eyes with mirth. He lifts an eyebrow.

“For you? I could.”

“No need. I already love my architect husband more than I could ever do the writer one.”

“How reassuring, coming from my painter wife.”

As you both erupt in a fit of almost teenage-sounding giggles, Kaveh can’t help but think that even if the odds were against him, he’d still choose you, no matter what others believed.

[mcsstydia]

Dance with me in the rain - Peeta Mellark

prompt: from these prompts ''I'm right here baby, it's okay'' ''Dance with me in the rain''

pairing: peeta x reader

warnings: nightmares, otherwise only fluff

word count: 1.9k

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Peeta and you, you were friends. Well, kind of. You were pretty sure you were in love with him. You weren't as sure regarding his feelings. But you needed him too much, too often, to ruin whatever was going on between you by telling him how you really felt.

What you really felt was electricity whenever he touched you. It was your stomach getting warm and turning at the thought of his lips ever touching yours. It was thinking about him, each and every day, the whole day. It was the desperation of being near him, of having him around, of hearing his laughter and seeing his smile. So you chose the safest way to keep him close: staying friends.

Well, as already mentioned, friends and whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. Because most nights, well, almost every night now, he held you as you went to sleep, and was still there when you woke up, either from nightmares or from the sunrays coming in through your bedroom window.

It had been the same last night. Peeta came over to your house. You opened the door, he took your hand into his warm one, and you went up to your bedroom in silence.

When both of you finally got under the covers was when you really started to talk. In the darkness, in the comfortable silence that came with Peeta's presence, it was alsmot easy talking about what moved your heart the most.

You talked about poverty, about the hunger, Peeta talked about the games. Your problems had decreased ever since Peeta won the games, and you tried to lessen the pains of his memories by drawing circles on his skin when he talked. You held him through his nightmares about the games, he held you through yours about losing him. You never told him exactly about what the darkness of your nightmares consisted of, but you had the vague feeling he knew anyway.

So he held you, this night, as he always did, when you woke up screaming his name frantically. You sat up and your arms flailed around your body, feeling around the matress in panic. Peeta's arms were around you in an instant, stopping your arms from further flapping around. ''I'm right here baby, it's okay.'', he whispered into your hair, and pressed a soft kiss against your temple.

Your fingers tightly warpped around the arm that was draped acrossd your upper body as Peeta rocked you back and forth. His chest pressed into your back as a stream of silent tears flowed down your face. The arm that wasn't wrapped up between your fingers moved soothingly through your hair. Peeta's fingers solved and created knots between your hair strands but whatever he did, it did its part in calming you down, even if it was just the lightest bit.

As your body slowly recovered from the violent shivers that shook it, Peeta pulled you closer, so you leaned fully into him. What had he called you? Baby? Since when did he do that? You tried recalling a time when he had ever said that to you, and you failed. Had he done it accidentally? Where did this come from? What did it mean?

Even now, his lips lingered in your hair, touching your head without pressing them into your skin. The sound of rain splattering against your window began filling the silence of the room. Peeta suddenly shifted behind you, and you thought you did something to ruin it, to make him want to run. Had he realised what he had called you? Had he finally figured out that you were in love with him?

Your heart rate sped up as the thoughts raced around in your head. But instead of getting up and leaving, he shifted his body so his legs were around your body, and tried to catch your gaze. His arms never leaving their embrace around your upper body. You felt completely engulfed by him, you felt safe. You finally caught his eyes, making the corners of his lips twitch into a smile.

''Dance with me in the rain,'', he whispered. To your surprise, he pressed another light kiss onto the skin of your upper arm, and then leaned his head onto your arm, searching your eyes for an answer. In turn, you searched his eyes for a clue of whether he was joking around or whether he really meant it.

Peeta must have sensed your doubts, because he repeated his request. ''I mean it,'', he said, wiping a tear from your cheek and then tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ''C'mon, let's go outside and dance.'' The tears did not stop filling your eyes when you answered. ''I can't dance.'', you whispered back, hesitant.

A small chuckle escaped Peeta's lips as he rubbed one of his hands down your back. ''Of course you can,''. Slowly, he got up. He didn't let go of you, always touching some part of your body, always keeping you close. As he stood in front of your bed, he held both of your hands. ''C'mon, baby.''

There it was again. Baby. This time it was for sure no accident. It couldn't have been. You let him tug at your hands and pull you out of bed. As you let him pull you to stand, you stood directly in front of him. He closed his arms around you again, and your head rested on his chest in comfort.

When he broke your hug, he did it gently, still never fully removing his touch from you. Downstairs, you put on your shoes. Peeta opened te front door and a shower of rain greeted you, accompanied by the smell of it you adored so much.

Peeta took the first step outside, his hand still in yours. He looked back at you to catch your gaze, encouraging you to follow him. Rain dops were already collecting in his hair, making his blond hair look slightly darker than it was.

Finally, you could feel yourself beginning to smile and you stepped out of the comfort of your home into the rain. Peeta pulled the both of you onto the empty and deserted street. He stopped when you were right in the middle of it, then he took both of your hands into his and pulled your body close to his.

One of his hands grabbed yours firmly, the other landed on your waist. You placed your free hand onto his shoulder, then also leaned your chin upon it. Peeta took the lead, if you could call it that, and swayed both of your bodies from side to side.

The rain fell down onto you, wettening your hair, your clothes, your skin, until you were soaked to the bone. ''What are your nightmares about?'' Peeta suddenly asked, still swaying from side to side. You lifted your chin from its position on Peeta's shoulder to be able to look him in the eyes, contemplating about telling him the truth.

The look in his eyes suddenly told you that you could. ''About losing you,''. Something changed in his expression, but you couldn't quite decipher it. He freed the hand that was clasped in yours and placed it in the back of your neck. He pulled your head into his chest and placed countless kisses on the side of your head, into your hair, onto your temple and your forehead.

Then silence overtook you again, though Peeta was still swaying your bodies from left to right. ''Aren't you gonna ask me what mine are about?'', he whispered into the wet locks of your hair, then placing another kiss into them. His hand was still placed on your neck when you pulled back, just far enough so you could look at him again.

You did so tentatively, still not knowing what your confession did to him. A glint of amusement glistened in his eyes, yet you could not make out why. ''They're about the games.'', you stated, matter-of-factly. His hand came to rest at the side of your face, and you leaned into it out of habit.

''Sometimes, yes,'', he began, never once breaking eye contact when speaking. ''Most of the times, they are about losing you.'' The statement surprised you to say the least, and for a moment you felt dizzy. Your eyebrows rose up in genuine confusion as you stammered for an appropriate answer. ''Wha-.. what? I mean... what? Really?'', you sounded helpless, stupid even. Nonetheless, whatever you stammered, it made another chuckle escape Peeta's lips, his fingers absentmindedly caressing the skin of your cheek.

''Did you not know?'', he asked, smiling. Your confusion and lack of answer made his smile vanish from his face, and his eyebrows drew together in concern. ''Seriously, did you not know?'', he pressed. ''No,'' you asnwered silently, but really, how could you have?

You were about to argue, ask him where he had given you signs, where he had made it obvious, when he cupped both of your cheeks into his hands, as if to shake some sense into you. ''It doesn't matter now,'', he whispered, staring so deeply into your eyes you thought he wanted to read your mind.

''I am desperately in love with you,'', he confessed, shocking you again, your face a clear display of it. ''So much that I cannot stand it when you are not with me, not talking to me, not by my side in any way.'', he continued. Your heart skipped a beat, or two, you didn't know how many, really. Yet you didn't, couldn't, answer him.

''Can you say something?'', he asked, desperate at your lack of reaction other than utter confusion. ''I..'', you began, not knowing why you couldn't voice your feelings. The rain still poured down on your bodies, wettening your faces to a point where water was dripping down your cheeks, your lips, your chins.

Lips. Peeta's lips. You stared at them, then back into his eyes. Then something overtook you, you gripped Peeta by his shirt and pulled him into you, pressing your lips onto his in one swift move. You grasped at his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Something clicked in him and he tried to pull you closer as well, pressing his lips onto yours with an urge you could not describe. His lips were wet from the rain but still warm.

Your chests heaved heavily with your breaths as you kissed and kissed as though you thought you could never kiss again. One of his hands left your cheeks and he draped it across your back, to keep you as close as possible when your lips finally stopped moving against one another. He leaned his forehead against yours, all parts of your bodies still touching except of your lips.

''I love you,'', you chuckled, making a smile spread across his lips. You have never been as good with words as Peeta was, but you had to let him know either way. ''That's why you are the only one who can calm me down after a nightmare, because it is only you I care about. It is you I love, you whom I cannot spend a day thinking about, spend a day living without.'', you finally confessed.

The smile did not leave Peeta's lips after that. ''I love you too,'', he answered. ''So much.'', he continued, then leaned down to place a delicate on your lips.

Afterwards, you went to Peeta's house, changed into dry clothes, and cuddled up in warm blankets. Peeta held you, and he kissed you, and it was the first night the both of you spent without any nightmares.

[queer-coffee]

simple words | pt. 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Read on Ao3

Sanji sparks a light, just as the rising sun sends a beam of light through his tiny kitchen porthole.

Really, he wants to ask Franky if he can do something about that. Sanji’s favorite part of the day, and he can’t properly enjoy it through just a tiny porthole what with croissants that need an egg wash before the dough gets too warm, and bacon cooking alongside a maple glaze that will burn the sugar if it gets too hot, and weighing out the proper mix of five different tea leaves that he knows makes Zoro smile into his cup when he thinks no one is looking, and all the other things that must be done in a precise order, perfectly timed, so that breakfast is ready, but with a welcoming sort of ease fit for first thing in the morning, as his crewmates start to stumble in after a late night to enjoy it.

Not to mention, he needs more airflow in here. Sanji pauses as the sunray reflects off the ceramic of his stovetop to open the porthole. He exhales in its direction and ashes his cigarette after, so nothing disrupts the flavor of this meal.

But Franky worked so hard on this ship, and Sanji knows how much thought was put into every other aspect of his kitchen, his wine cellar, his aquarium with the freshest and most delicious fish he can find, that he can’t bring himself to critique something so trivial.

A crisp gust of wind blows the smoke back in his face, and into his kitchen.

Sanji sighs.

It’s so trivial.

But he can’t get it out of his head, what that stupid moss brain said to him last night.

And he knows it wasn’t personal, or intentional, or even really meant as an insult at all.

In fact, it was one of those rare moments that Sanji loves, when they catch each other in just the right mood, both just drunk enough, both alone.

Their crewmates were all laughing and yelling and drinking in the room over, oblivious to what was happening to Sanji just a stone’s throw away.

Sanji was returning with a few favorite picks from the wine cellar. A red blend for Robin, a sweet orange for Nami, whole milk for Luffy he grabbed from the kitchen, and whatever table wine for the rest, except for a small bottle of the finest sake he could get his hands on at that last island.

And the Sunny hit a swell. And Sanji, normally used to these unexpected changes in his center of gravity from being on a ship his whole stinking life, was too distracted polishing a smudge off the sake bottle to react in time, and lost his balance.

Sanji was ready to go down, unable to break his fall with his arms so full of precious cargo. He held on tight and braced for impact, but that impact never came.

Because the next thing he knew, strong arms were wrapped around him, and his nose was buried in someone’s musky shoulder. He caught his breath, inhaling sharply.

It didn’t take him but a second to place that warm scent, and Sanji’s heart pounded hard. He could feel the sweat on Zoro’s neck from the warm, muggy night, and still smell the sweet rum of that cocktail Usopp spilled on him.

“Hey shit cook, watch where you’re going” Zoro barked, pushing Sanji away from his chest, “You can hold your liquor better than that. How drunk are you?”

Sanji gripped his liquor bottles tighter, realizing that, while he was no longer buried in Zoro’s chest, Zoro still hadn’t let go of his shoulders, his grip fierce.

“Not drunk enough to be getting manhandled by you.” Sanji retorted, enjoying that spark a suggestive comment always put into Zoro’s eye.

But that spark was a little different tonight.

Zoro took a step in. Instead of muttering something insulting back, like the swordsman usually would, he pulled Sanji in closer. “It’s a good thing I don’t like women anyway,” he said.

Sanji’s heart fell.

“Lucky me,” Sanji muttered back. He pushed by Zoro, suddenly resenting all touch.

He took a few pounding steps, but stopped.

Sanji turned around. Zoro was frozen where he left him.

“This is for you,” Sanji said, holding out the bottle of sake. Zoro turned and stared at it, for a moment. Then he took it.

Sanji left before Zoro said anything else.

I don’t like women anyway.

The words replay in his head for the thousandth time that morning, like a knife twisting. He takes a small sip of coffee, a new habit he picked up since his brief stay on Whole Cake Island, and opens the oven door to put the croissants in. A gust of hot air blows his hair back, taking him aback.

He cut it short recently, too short to tie back, and he still isn’t used to having it loose rather than up when cooking.

Nami said she loved short hair like that on girls, while she was cutting it, but that it would make him look like a boy. Sanji didn’t tell her that was kind of the whole point.

It’s hard to tell everyone that he is finally coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a woman, like they all think. That he’s never been, and it wasn’t until his time with Iva-sama that he finally realized it. That he learned what all those feelings he had meant, and that there were other people like him who also felt those things.

At the time he rejected it so horribly, terrified that he was also like that. He saw how difficult life was for those people, and he didn’t want his life to be any harder than it had been. He worked so hard to press those negative memories back. His childhood. He never wanted anything to be so hard again.

But then he trained alongside them. He talked to them. He cooked for them. And laughed with them. And he learned more about what being queer really was. It was hard, he was right about that, but it was also free. And all he ever wanted was to be free. Free like them.

It would just be hard first.

And he is just finally accepting that. Ever since he nearly lost everything that ever meant anything to him on Whole Cake Island, he is craving that freedom even more now. He thinks it’s finally time to go get it.

It will just be hard first.

Sanji inhales on his cigarette, allowing the nicotine and caffeine to gently wash over him, as he repeats it to himself, still in awe of how good it feels to not only know, but to accept. I am a transgender man.

Sanji exhales out the porthole, and closes the oven gently, letting that good feeling go.

He thinks of Zoro.

And wonders how on earth he’ll tell his friends.

Part 2

[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!- 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy! 

TAG LIST - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit. 

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions… 

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’ 

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what? 

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road. 

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken. 

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin.  Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world. 

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too. 

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’.   That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd. 

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room. 

*Sigh* 

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf. 

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink* 

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck. 

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch. 

Christ the things that woman does to me. 

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit. 

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely. 

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad. 

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support… 

But I am only human. 

And Rhea Bloody Ripley…. 

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention. 

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE. 

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow. 

“No distractions, ya hear!” 

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down. 

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction. 

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant. 

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason. 

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it! 

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation. 

“Me? I would never…” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.  

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me! 

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again. 

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion? 

Maybe I was out of my depth? 

Rhea should be in this match not me. 

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion? 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen. 

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food. 

Honestly this lot, I love them so much. 

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all! 

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet… 

But within a split second I felt something behind me. 

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed. 

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask. 

“You did this Y/N…” 

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.” 

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul. 

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?” 

TO BE CONTINUED

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ Blue & Golden Peacock

Sentinel Prime x Reader - Transformers One

“I take it all back, you are a devil, not an angel,” said Sentinel, huffing and growling as he shooed the chickens away, finding their feathers stuck in seams and gears. Why did these pesky animals enjoy perching on top of him? They wouldn’t leave him alone, often trailing after him as he walked and followed close behind as you worked about the farm, being at the ready to lend a servo should you need it.

“Aaw, but the chickens like you, birdie. You’re like the exotic peacock on my farm, always strutting around and flashing your pretty feathers,” you say, laughing at his frown, though you miss the way his optics shimmer at your compliment.

“Why did you get these anyway?” he asked, hearing the clucking and cooing behind him, knowing the two largest chickens, Maria and Isabella, were close at his heels, their round little bodies happily hopping along to keep up with his long strides. “What function do they serve?”

“Well, my disability benefits can only help so much, and it’s encouraged that I work as much as I’m able to. So, the chicken will not only provide me with the eggs I need, but I can also sell them for cheap to my closest neighbours. Combine that with the income I’ll earn by renting out my stable once it’s restored, I’ll be able to live fairly comfortably here.” Smiling up at him, you tap him on the arm before pointing at a partly destroyed tractor. It wasn’t huge, a sad little thing, really, but obviously too heavy for you to pull away. “Move that for me, will you?”

Sentinel didn’t waste any time, moving to stand behind the tractor before gently pushing it forward, finding it easier than he’d thought. It must have been stripped for most of its parts long ago. Well, no matter, at least it made it lighter for him to push out of the way.

“You never told me why you need to live on disability benefits.” Said he, glancing at you to see if you were watching. You were, your eyes trailing across his frame, fascination clear as day in your face. He couldn’t help it, his wings jerked slightly outwards to catch the sunrays, and your eyes immediately flicked to them. Success.

“I was in a car crash five years ago,” you say, rolling your shoulders and stretching your back a little, “It left me half-dead with a grotesque spinal injury. Took me more than a year to just learn how to walk normally again, but it wasn’t until after everything had healed that the nerve damages were discovered,” you say, scoffing and frowning as memories flashed through your mind, “They told me the pain was normal, that it would pass. It never did.”

Stopping, Sentinel stared at you in wide-eyed shock, his optics scanning over your body to check for any discomfort. You were tense, and clearly not in the best of health, but nothing major indicated that you were in great pain. Looking at your face, he found you smiling half-heartedly.

“Some days are worse than others, but the pain is at its strongest at the end of the day, or when I’ve gone to bed,” you say, coming up beside him, “Besides the obvious scar trailing along my spine, you can’t really see how bad it is unless I’m in agony. When I take it slow and easy, I can handle it fairly well, but when I tried to work as usual the first few months after I’d recovered?” You shook your head, bitterness swelling within you. “People told me that I just had to suck it up, that I was whining and complaining over nothing. They told me that at least I could walk; that I wasn’t paralysed.”

Sentinel said nothing, his optics instead re-focusing on the task, though they were distant.

“Sometimes, I wish I’d been paralysed, bound to a wheelchair with a bitter personality to come with it,” you say, chuckling, though there was no humour to your tone, “At least then people would take me seriously. There’d be something there for them to see, and perhaps I wouldn’t be plagued by searing pain that makes me want to just end—” Stopping, you swallow and take a breath, your eyes stinging as you look down.

“I’m sorry.”

You huffed a dry chuckle. “It’s fine. I’ve come to terms with it. Nothing to be done with it now.”

“… Did you suffer after you finished making my bed?”

“Don’t think about it.”

“I do think about it.” He said, coming to a halt before turning to face you, his face plate set with deep concern and frustration; but not for you. He was frustrated with himself, angry, even, with how blind he’d been, too busy wallowing in self-pity to see how you suffered right before him. “I think about how kind you are, how patient you are despite the agony you must be in most of the time, how much you’ve given and are still willing to give me just because I’m…” Taking a deep intake, he vents, shoulders lowering. “You’re willing to do so much for me, ignoring your suffering to care for a broken mech such as me.”

Startled by the clear sincerity displayed upon his face plate, you stare in surprise; mouth hanging open before you notice and click it shut. Looking at him, seeing him, you can’t help but smile as you reach up to gently grab the side of his helm, urging him to lean forward where you can reach him. Softly you kiss his cheek, earning yourself a near-silent gasp as air rushes into his intake, his wings flaring outwards to catch the sunlight.

“You’re sweet when you want to be, Sentinel.” You say, petting his cheek before letting go of him and he leans up again, his face plate noticeably heating up, but his optics do not look away from you; they seem unable to. “Yes, I do hurt most of the day, but I’ve learned to manage it and rarely overdo it. I’ve learned to accept that pain will be a part of my life now, and that’s why I don’t mind helping you learn how to live with what your life has become now.” Dusting off his arm, you nod towards the tractor and a spot by the driveway. “I don’t know how much your life has changed since you left your home, but looking at you and hearing what I’ve heard so far… Well, it’ll take time, but you’re safe with me, so there’s no rush.”

And Sentinel can’t do more than follow your silent request because his spark is pulsing and he feels as though he may overheat, so overcome with emotions he’s never felt before that he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. He can start by moving the tractor. Yes, move the tractor, and then help you feed the pesky chickens that seem to love him so much. He can focus on that first. Anything else, both pleasant and unpleasant, can be tended to later.

Previous / Next Music: Elyvilon – Sheltering from the Rains in Nimueh’s Domain + Stumbling into Eternity Through the Light in the Trees

[killerpancakeburger]

Outpace the dawn

Gif by @silverformymonsters

Summary: BG3 Spawn ending Fix It fic! Because I refuse to let him deal with the sunlight alone.

Pairing: Astarion x Reader

Warnings/tags: SPOILERS obvsly, angst/comfort, non canon compliant.

Words count: 936 words.

A/N: It should be Gender Neutral, but if I fcked up since I tend to write from my pov, you can tell me and I'll correct it.

Yes the title is from that Hozier song. It got me thinking how Astarion would need to outpace the dawn from now on.

“So, what’s next for us?”

Astarion’s voice cut through the silence that followed your last battle, as your little group was gathering on a pontoon.

You had been thinking about what was to come for a while, actually. Probably longer than any of your companions have. Some might argue that it wasn’t the time for that, that you should have been completely focused on defeating the Netherbrain. But you couldn’t help it; it was a matter of life and death - Astarion’s life and death. Or rather, undeath and death. Since you’ve known that the brain was within reach, it had become an omnipresent apprehension in your mind.

The slaughter of the brain sounded the death knell of the tadpoles, and their disappearance inevitably meant that Astarion’s resistance to the sun would vanish like it never existed. Like nature rightfully reasserting itself by getting rid of this aberration that had been a vampire walking in the sun in the first place. 

This knowledge has been haunting you for days and nights now. It was your first thought when you woke up and your last when you fell asleep. A knot of dread had settled inside your stomach, making it hard to fall asleep and to interact normally with the source of your worries. And right now, following Astarion’s question, the knot in your guts got even tighter, even more painful.

At any moment, any second from now on, your vampire lover would catch fire as surely as straw in the summer. 

It was fine. You planned. You prepared for this. You procured a large, thick, hooded coat that was guaranteed to block the sunrays. It was even imbued with magic that made it impossible to tear, pierce, or rip in any way. It hadn’t been easy to acquire, but Astarion didn’t need to know that. 

You were on the lookout for any sign of burning, wound as tightly as a spring while still trying to appear normal to the others.

“The world is our oyster, and she has many pearls we can choose from.” claimed Astarion, blissfully unaware of his fate.

He illustrated his remarks by spreading his arms far apart with vigor. The genuine excitement, the happiness in his voice almost made you sick to your stomach. Astarion’s displays of authentic joy were few and far in between, and this one would end as soon as it started. As fast as a vampire spawn left in the sun, as a pile of ashes on the ground.

You could barely bear to look at him. You didn’t have the heart to remind him of his imminent doom. He obviously had forgotten about it for the time being, and while the cruel reality was taking up almost all the space in your brain, like blaring alarms, you’d be damned if you took away from him his last, his only instants of light and warmth, of complete freedom, by reminding him. No Cazador, no tadpole, no mind control, no deadly sunlight, no slave and no master. Just an immense ocean of liberty, intoxicating, vertiginous.

“I honestly don’t mind what we do, once we get to- Ow!”

You instantly straightened up at the sound, like a wild animal who picked up the sound of an upcoming danger. For a terrible second, there was a twisted part of you who felt relieved. Finally, your gnawing, agonizing wait was coming to an end. Then, swiftly, the relief disappeared, flooded with your concern for Astarion. 

“What the- Oh no. Oh Gods.”

Already his hands were fuming, his beautiful pale face sprinkled with silververy cracks like delicate porcelain. He had always looked more like a piece of art than a living being after all. The frantic panic in his voice was like a punch to the chest. In all your battles and struggles together, you had never seen him so horrified. Even against Cazador. Even a True Vampire had to yield to the Sun.

He threw you a harrowing look, like he was bidding you goodbye before bolting. As if you were going to leave him to deal with this alone. Already you were rushing towards him, the life-saving coat in hands. You wrapped it around him as fast as your hands would allow, put the hood on, and gently grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him so his covered back would take the blunt of the light.

“There we go, you explained softly. This will block the sun.” 

“You’ve got this, and I’ve got you.” you added, mirroring his own words.

You were smiling sadly, trying to be supportive, to not add to his burden. The look in his eyes was hard to describe, an intense blend of heartbreak, vulnerability, and gratefulness. 

“Well… It was… it was nice while it lasted.” he managed to articulate, his voice breaking like he was about to cry. 

You could feel your heart break in response like an echo.

The magic sunproof coat was in no way a solution. Barely a bandage on a sinking ship. You had to get out of the sun, quickly.

“Come on, love. Let’s get you some shadow, uh?”

Your encouraging smile was as fragile as a spiderweb. You could feel it teetering on the edge of an abyss. 

Astarion simply nodded, like he didn’t trust his voice anymore. It was fine. He was already expressing so much through his gaze.

You put your hand on the small of his back, barely applying any pressure, threw a telling look over your shoulder at your other companions, and you both started your search for protective darkness between the walls of Baldur’s Gate.

[gardens-light]

Hi! I would like to ask for a Ironhide BAYVERSE x Pigtailed! human with a cybertronian Heart! And if u think you want A ratchet one to you can do a Ratchet BAYVERSE X Human with a spark <3 (this is just for one of my AU’s and u Writing it would make my day)

Although Ratchet (mainly TFP) is my fave bot, I couldn't pass up our weapons boy. Bayverse Ironhide is such an underrated character, there seriously needs to be more fanfics of him!

I've never been good at AU's, but really love your idea and I hope I did it justice. Apologies for keeping you waiting :)

A Spark in Disguise

Content: Bayverse Ironhide x F/Human reader. Comfort Fluff.

Word Count: 2K

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the N.E.S.T base, sunrays glinting off Ironhide's gun-metal coloured plating as he watched his allies scurry around him. Performing drills, maintaining their equipment, discussing newly found Cybertronian tech with Optimus and Ratchet- the usual daily grind.

Despite working with his new found allies for over two years, and respected their determination, the weapons specialist tend to not allow himself to get too attached to the humans. For seeing the yearning of Bumblebee's spark felt, when it was time to say 'goodbye' to his human friends, let alone the pain that would dull the yellow scout's circuits whenever they got hurt.

Yet no matter how hard he tried to maintain that distance, there was always one human in particular that never failed to catch his attention.

You. Lieutenant Y/N. AKA: Rogue.

With sharpshooting skills that no other could match, fearless instincts that saved more lives than he could count, along with a knack for understanding Cybertronian tech that most of your comrades struggled with. With your steady resolve, stunning braided pigtails, and biting wit that even he found amusing sometimes, it's no wonder that you somehow wiggled your way into the soft spot of his spark. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud, for... you were just another human, after all- or... so he thought.

Till one fateful mission changed everything.

Washington D.C- 10:30pm

"All right, listen up. The cover story on this one is a 'toxic spill.'" Your commanding officer's voice crackled over your radio. "They had to EVAC the area for search and rescue. This makes six enemy contacts in eight months, we gotta make sure this one doesn't get out into the public eye, so keep it tight."

Military Hummers and helicopters surrounded the power plant, as your N.E.S.T comrades got into position. Your commander and his team already scouting the area, their radidar sending off strong signals nearby.

"All right, Ironhide." You lightly tapped the Autobot's hood, "we got echoes. They're close. Steel stacks at 2 o'clock."

Metallic grinding and the sound of churning gears filled the air, his pistons whirled and locked into position, as Ironhide rolled out of his altmode.

"He's here. I smell him." Ironhide's optics scanned the empty buildings, giving each piece of machinery a suspicious stare. "Tread carefully, Rouge-"

"You too, Big Boy." Your small fist lightly bumped his enclosed servo, "I'll watch you from above."

A low purr rumbled deep within his chest, the corner of his mouth twitching into a subtle smile. That's my girl...

While taking your position above, Ironhide and N.E.S.T slowly closed in upon their target. The Autobot's radar picking up more of a Cybertronian energy signature with each careful step, itching closer towards the circular steel stacks.

"Thermal ripple, sir." The commander peered over his comrades shoulder, as they showed him the screen of their scanner. "A big one..."

A strong electronic pulse flowed through your veins, causing a shaky breath to escape your slightly parted lips. Eyes narrowing through your sniper scope, "Commander, wait. Be steady. You're... right on top of it-"

But the sound of shifting gears and whirling pistons suddenly filled the air, revealing a large Decepticon destroyer. A low, animalistic growl with an metallic edge rumbled deep from within it's engine, slamming down it's large servos onto the ground. Kicking up the industrial equipment, and sending the circular steel stacks flying towards the human soldiers.

"Hold your positions!" your commanding officer barked, raising his rifle. "Target its joints! We need to slow it down!"

The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning fuel and scorched earth. The ground trembled beneath your comrades as they scrambled for cover, their shouts barely audible over the deafening roar of gunfire and the shrieking hum of Ironhide's energon-powered cannon.

Reloading your weapon with swift movement, after each round of cover fire. The electric pulse within your veins quickened, sending small volts of dispersing sparks crackling throughout your body. Your comrades fired bursts of armor-piercing rounds, and grenades that barely left a dent in the Decepticon's armour.

With a swing of its massive arm, Ironhide's optics widened as he witnessed the building crumble beneath you. His spark twisting painfully within its chamber, as your screams bellowed through the chaos, as you and the building came crashing down.

"Rogue!-"

"Ironhide! Wait!" one of soldiers jumped out of the Autobot's way, avoiding to be trapped under his peds. "Even if she did survive that. It be impossible to find her beneath all the rubble!-"

"I need units to track down and pursue that Decepticon!" your commander barked into his radio, witnessing his mechanical foe go into retreat. "And I need EVAC, ASAP! Multiple casualties and... one soldier... possibly down."

No! No! No! Ironhide charged into the debris, kneeling against the crumbled mess, his cannons retracting back into his forearms. As his massive servos tore through the rubble. Not her! Anyone but her! Primus... Please-

The desperate pulse of his spark slowed to a more calming rhythm. Confusion flickering within his optics, as a faint blue glow peered through the cracks of shattered concrete and twisted metal. Moving the slab of concrete aside, shock and surprise shot throughout Ironhide's inner circuits.

Buried beneath the rubble there you laid- unconscious but... miraculously alive, the air around you was filled with electric and static hum. The blue glow which surrounded you like a shield, confused Ironhide's scanners as he assessed your injuries.

H-Her vitals. They... don't match any human standards. His optics widened, realization making his spark sputter as his gaze trailed to the centre of your chest. Blue veins marked your skin, raiding a faint but unmistakable signature. A... Cybertronian spark?! Th-That's... not possible...

Almost as if the force field surrounding you recognized Ironhide's Cybertronian signature. The blue glow dulled into nothingness, allowing his servo to effortlessly phase through, carefully scooping you into his palm, allowing your braided pigtails to fall away from your face. Relief zapped throughout his wires like small volts of electricity, as you slightly stirred.

"Ironhide-"

"Fine." The Autobot curtly replied to your commander. A mixture of confusion and concern hiding within this words, "Rogue's fine... I'll... take her back to base myself..."

---

A soft groan escaped your slightly parted lips, as you regained consciousness. Instinctively placing a hand over your chest, as if to protect something. Eyes fluttering open, gazing around your surroundings, feeling the soft grass beneath you. The cool night air filling your lungs with the familiar scent of L.A in the distance.

"Rogue...?"

Looking up, your eyes met Ironhide's optics. Concern and confusion still flickering within his gaze, your features softening slightly as a small frown came to your lips. Sensing a silent question that was written all over his faceplate.

"What?" Your words held a tinge of weariness. Your heart picked up the slow pulse of his spark, which sent out occasional bursts of volts as you sat up. "Something wrong, 'Hide?"

A heavy breath left him, hesitation momentarily stealing his words as Ironhide crouched down, his massive frame lowering to your level. "Y-You're... not entirely human... are you?"

You blinked multiple times in confusion, eyes widening slightly. Attempting to pull a coy smile, "w-what are you-"

"I sensed it, Rogue." His tone was a mixture of suspicion and concern, "When the building collapsed... I sensed and saw... the fragments of a Cybertronian spark radiating from you. So please... don't try and be coy with me."

Your features slowly went pale, as you avoided his gaze. Jaw tightening, "I-It's... complicated-"

"Complicated?" the Autobot scoffed, his tone filled with disbelief and frustration. "That's an understatement, Rogue. You're walking around with a piece of Cybertronian tech shoved inside your fleshy body. That's not something you just gloss over!-"

"I didn't exactly sign up for this, 'Hide!" You snapped, gesturing towards your chest. "It wasn't my choice!"

Ironhide's expression softened, his spark aching slightly as a hint of resentment etched into your features. Y-You... had no choice...?

A heavy sigh escaped you, running a hand through your disheveled hair. Your pained gaze meeting his concerned optics. "A while back, a Decepticon... attacked my hometown. But during the evacuation, I was caught in the crossfire... my body was thrown over five meters up the road. Breaking my bones, bruising my organs but... my chest took most of the hit, causing my heart to take most of the damage."

Hands fiddling with the fabric of your cargo trousers, as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "I... needed a life saving operation, but... doctors said I didn't time to wait for a heart transplant. So... in desperation, my father practically begged his comrades at N.E.S.T to help and they did. Using a fragment of a Cybertronian spark they had on hand to save me."

Ironhide couldn't help but simply stare at you with a wide eyed gaze. The weight of your words settling over him like a crushing wave, as his processor attempted to understand the idea.

"Nobody really... explained to me, how it works- I was just a child at the time. All I was told was that it would keep me alive. And it did. But... it also changed me."

"Changed you how?"

You hesitated, dropping your voice to a near whisper. "I... can feel things- machines, electric like pulses or... energy, Cybertronian teach. Sometimes I hear things, like whispers, when I'm near Cybertronians- regardless if they're Autobot or Decepticon. It's like... a part of me is connected to Cybertron itself."

Th-That... explains so much. Ironhide couldn't help with the dumbfounded expression upon his faceplate, a mixture of realization and shock hitting his inner circuits hard. Causing him to fully kneel against the ground, the way she has this... uncanny ability to handle- yet understand Cybertronian equipment. Her knack for battle strategies- even the way she seems to understand me and the others on a level that goes beyond words.

"You're part Cybertronian." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm still me, 'Hide." Your voice returned to it's soft, usual tone. Placing a hand over his digits, "I'm still human. This doesn't change that."

After a long moment of pause, his processor finally comprehending everything you've said. A sigh, finally left Ironhide, "why... didn't you tell me? I-I..." Ironhide leaned closer towards you, lowering his helm a little more and bringing your hand closer to his cheek. "I... thought I lost you."

A small smirk faintly, tugged your lips. "Yeah, because Optimus and Ratchet would have been just as understanding as you. As it is, almost none of my human comrades knows about my... 'condiction.'"

"Fair point."

Your thumb gently brushed against his cheek, "so... what now? Am I... some kind of security risk to you and the Autobot's now?"

"Of course not, Rogue." Ironhide brushed a knuckle of his digit softly across your cheek. Tucking one of your twin braids behind your shoulder, "how could you ever assume that? You've been fighting beside me for years, risking your life like the rest of us. That... spark within your chest doesn't- and will never change that. If anything... it makes you tougher than most humans I've met."

Your smirk widened into a genuine smile. "Thanks, 'Hide."

A small grunt escaped the Autobot, feeling the subtle heat raise beneath his faceplates. Your smile causing his spark to skip a beat, as he turned away, "d-don't get all sentimental on me, Rogue. I gotta get you back to base, before people start asking questions."

Crouching down and shifting into his altmode, Ironhide couldn't shake the feeling of awe- and a strange sense of pride pulse through his inner circuits, as you climbed into the front passenger seat.

In a way, she's... a living testament to the strength us, Autobot's share with these humans. A low purr rumbled from within his engine, as you gave his dashboard a comforting touch. And as long as she's beside me, I'll do everything within my power to protect her.

[satxnsupreme666]

Between ice cream and love: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x Fem!reader

Masterlist

Requested by: @celasteria

Summary: You’re the new neighbor in town, and Agnes becomes jealous of you and Wanda’s friendship

Words: 4k+

Warnings: None, just Agnes being jealous

Author’s notes: Hi, this was a requested story, I do not know if I should tag the people who requested at the time, I want to be respectful, so I am not sure if I should tag them, I will try and do it since it was their request and their idea and if any of the people who requested back at the time now feel uncomfortable being tagged, please let me know and I will delete the tag.

I put f/f for favorite ice cream flavor

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you like it!

Taglist: @eliscannotdance

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

Agnes was looking through her window, she was curious, not many things in Westview could catch her attention, and even though she was aware of the situation that she was in, living in Wanda´s illusion could be very boring, every day was the same, so she craved some good gossips, but the only gossips she usually got, was at the reunions with Dottie and the other girls at the club.

She didn’t mind getting to know the other girl´s secrets, they weren´t that bad, but still they were boring, the girls would usually chit-chat about how their husbands wouldn’t pay the attention they deserved and from time to time they would share new recipes that they had discovered while reading a new book, but at the end of the day everything was the same.

Wanda didn’t show anything abnormal anymore, after her twins arrived nothing had changed, and any other magic anomalies happened, so now she found herself peeking through her curtains to see why there was a moving van parked right alongside the other house in front of hers.

Now she was curious, who had arrived at town? Or more like why Wanda had let someone else entered Westview?

Her thoughts were drifted away when she saw someone walking outside the front porch of the house, she squinted her eyes a little to try to see who was the person, the sun was hitting right on her face, so she put her hand over her forehead to cover her eyes from the sunrays.

Now that she saw who it was, she became more curious, Wanda was the one who left the insides of the house and was talking to someone who was inside by the door, she couldn’t see who was there because Wanda was covering the other person, she couldn’t see, she got frustrated she really wanted to see the mysterious person standing inside the house, she grimaced when she saw Wanda leaving the front porch and the other person closed the door.

Wanda passed the street and saw Agatha standing there, she waved her hand at her and smiled, Wanda was going to keep walking but stopped and put on a thoughtful expression, then she started to walk towards the entrance of Agnes ‘house, she smirked, now maybe Wanda would tell her who was the new neighbor in town.

Agnes walked towards the door and before she could get to it she heard a knock, opening her door, she smiled at Wanda and greeted her

“Wanda, how lovely to see you dear, come in, now, do you need something dear? Want another one of those magazines?”

Agnes let her walk in the room and closed the door behind them, Wanda laughed and shook her head

“No, no, thanks Agnes, actually I´m here because I want you to have dinner with us, you see one of my long-lost friends just arrived to town and I- we, we want to make her feel welcome"

Agnes glanced at Wanda and smirked, so it was a girl, it seemed as if Wanda had known you before trapping an entire town, now she was invested, why was this girl so important?

She smiled before speaking again

“Oh, dear I will be there, I want to know this girl who´s so important to you, so, what do I have to bring? Do you want me to bring a bottle of wine? Champagne? You tell me dear”

She said and walked towards her kitchen with her usual cheerful tone

“Oh no, Agnes, you do not need to bring anything to dinner, I think it would better if I leave and star preparing dinner, thanks Agnes, we will be waiting for you, see you later”

Wanda said to her smiling and turned around and walked outside.

Agatha couldn’t help her excitement, now this was different.

She had a lot of time, so she decided she would prepare herself later, for now she would just read some of her ancient magic books, she had read all of them but still, she loved doing it again.

When the time came, Agnes looked at herself in the mirror, and with a flick of her hand her clothes changed, now she was wearing a black sweater with a white collared shirt attached under it, and she also had black pants, she looked in the mirror one more time and smiled at herself, she went to give señor Scratchy a quick look to see if he was alright, she took the bunny out of his tiny house and placed it in her back garden, he would roam freely in the grass.

Closing her door, Agnes started to walk to Wanda´s house, this night would be interesting, she went to know on the door and waited for someone to open, she thought Vision or Wanda would open the door for her but she was wrong. Someone opened the door for her and Agnes announced herself.

“Hello again Wanda, let´s get the party started”

However, when the door was opened completely, her eyes widened, there you stood, with a vintage patterned dress, she couldn’t help but stare at you, you were beautiful.

“Hi, sadly I´m not the person you were waiting for, but she´s in the kitchen, come in, I will call her”

You smiled at the woman in front of you, her dark brown long hair made a perfect match with her blue eyes, and of course you noticed her cleft chin, how couldn’t you? She was really beautiful, you felt drawn to her from that moment.

You left her come in, and you went to the kitchen to announce to her that someone was calling for her.

Agnes couldn’t stop staring at you, she was lost for words, she was not waiting that the new neighbor would be so damn beautiful, she instantly felt drawn to you, she wanted to know you more, she couldn’t put her finger, but she knew for sure that she was going to ask you on a date, this turned out to be better than what she would ever had expected.

Agnes saw you coming back with Wanda besides you, but she frowned she saw Wanda’s hand on your waist.

“Agnes! I’m glad you came, Y/N was just helping me to finish dinner, I told her that she shouldn’t, that she’s out guest but she insisted, she can be little stubborn”

Wanda added the last sentence while covering the side of her mouth with her free hand trying to act as if she was telling Agnes a secret.

You laughed at her comments and smacked her shoulder slightly, Agnes loved the sound that left your mouth, she wanted to make you laugh too. She didn’t know where all of that feelings were coming from, but she didn’t mind, she wanted to make you laugh and talk to you too, you looked so carefree.

“I may be a little stubborn but so are you”

Wanda smiled at you and rolled her eyes

“Agnes, this is my friend, she just moved into town earlier, Y/N this is Agnes she’s our neighbor, she lives in front of the house which is right in front of yours”

Agnes had a smug little smiled and her confidence went back to her, she stretched her hand out towards you and you took her hand, she gave it a slightly shake

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N aren’t you a pretty thing”

You blushed at her comment and you bit your lower lip, you always did it without thinking whenever you felt nervous, how could you not feel nervous when a woman like Agnes had just complimented you, also she hadn’t dropped your hand so you were blushing furiously.

Agatha noticed it and smiled to herself, now at least she knew she could make you nervous, that was a good sign.

Wada interrupted both of you of your stares at each other and said something about going back to the kitchen to turn off the oven.

You were left alone with Agnes in the middle of the dining room.

“Hey, want to go sit on the couch? We could watch something on the tv, now that the boys are playing outside, they were playing video games and wouldn’t let the tv alone for one minute"

Agnes nodded and both of you started to walk to the living room, she rested her hand on your shoulder and she left it there, you liked the feeling of her hands in your body, so you didn’t complain.

Agnes took this opportunity to be physically closer to you, you sat happily in one of the couches, and she sat down next to you, you felt really nervous, she was so close to you, her tight touching yours and you felt your face getting heated again.

Giggles sounded close to you, and you knew that Billy and Tommy had entered back at the house, they went straight to where both of you were sitting, and threw themselves beside Agnes

“Hey Aunt Agnes, have you meet Y/N yet? She’s super cool, she helped us pass one of the hardest levels of our game” You smiled at what Billy had said, and Agnes turned her face to look at you she was so close that you were able to see the little green tint that Agnes had in her eyes.

Agnes looked at you, she believed you were the prettiest girl she had ever seen, and she had lived quite a long life, now that she thought about, you were younger than her, you looked like Wanda’s age, maybe two or three years younger, there was a little bit age gap there, but she shrugged the thought off, it didn’t matter.

“Hey Y/N did you know that aunt Agatha has a Bunny called señor Scratchy? He’s really cute, you should see him one day, he lets us pet him, he’s so fluffy and cute” Tommy commented while he had his eyes glued to the tv

“That’s right, maybe you would like to visit him one day” Agnes said and she patted your knee, you bit your lip again and nodded

“yea, I love animals so, yes I would like to meet him”

Wanda called the four of you to the dining room, and you saw Vision putting the table.

Everyone started to sit down in the chairs, and Agnes decided to drag one chair out indicating you to sit down before her, you found her action quite charming and you thank her, Agnes had a grin on her face whenever she made you blushed, she was loving it.

Dinner passed peacefully, with some glances and some winks that Agnes had been throwing at you.

Whenever Agnes got the chance, she would brush your hand or your arm, she even asked you politely to handed her the salt and when you gave it to her the tiny container, she took your hand and with her fingers, she brushed the back of your hand, god she was so charming.

When dinner ended, the boys, Wanda and Vision said their goodbyes and Agnes offered herself to accompany you to your home.

You were feeling butterflies in your stomach, was she really offering to get you home? Your day couldn’t get any better, both of you left Wanda´s house and she linked her arm with yours, Agnes liked watching you, you were a little shy under her gaze and she was loving it, she couldn’t wait to see every part of your personality.

Walking through the street alongside Agnes felt everything to be lovely, the streetlights decorating the sides of the avenue had just a dim light, and it help the lovely mood that you were in, Agnes would have loved that the way to your house could have been a little longer.

Agnes sighed when you arrived at your front porch and both of you turned to face each other, so you smiled at her.

“Honey would you like to come to my house tomorrow? I have a new recipe that I would like to try, maybe we could have some tee too” Agatha said quirking her eyebrows

You were about to say yes but remembered something and your face fell, Agnes watched your expression and got confused.

“I´m sorry Agnes, I really would love to go to your house and pass time with you, but Wanda is coming to my house tomorrow with her children, she told me she wants to spend time with me” You looked at her apologetically

Agnes felt herself tense, she knew you were Wanda´s friend and even still she didn’t know the entire story, she sensed that Wanda cared for you, like a lot, she clenched her jaw, but quickly her expression changed to a grin

“Oh, sweetheart it´s ok, do not worry darling, we could arrange another day” Agnes said and she grabbed your hand

“So, can I get a hug? It was lovely to meet you, I enjoyed your company at dinner, and I hope you and I get more time to talk” Agnes opened her eyes in a motion to hug you, you smiled at her you leant into her arms, she put you closer to her, resting her arms in your waist while you put your hands around her neck, you let your head in her chest.

You could smell the perfume all over her, it was a sweet scent and you felt safe in her arms.

Agnes didn’t want to stop hugging you but she had to let you rest, she removed you a little to look again at your face

“That was a very good hug, hope you give me more darling” Agnes said winking at you

You blushed for like the tenth time that night.

“I will, maybe we could meet the day after tomorrow, I´m not sure how much time Wanda and the kids will be in my home” You said feeling a little shy

“I would love to, so is a date darling” She said and you bit your lip again, you couldn’t hide your grin at the mention of the date, Agnes laughed a little and stared at your eyes

“Darling I have to leave but, I´m very excited for our date ” You nodded and Agnes squeezed your hand a little and ran her thumb over your fingers, then she left your hand after what felt like hours holding it, she turned herself to walk towards the exit of your garden and to the sidewalk, then she turned herself to look at you, you were there still standing at the entry of your house, you smiled at her and Agnes waved her hand at you again, you did the same and decided to finally enter to your house.

Agnes watched you a little amused and felt her heart warmed, she was looking at you, she turned around to go back to her house, she felt mesmerized by you, you were something, you had something in you that made her feel drawn to you, she was arriving at the entrance of her house when she noticed a hasty movement in one of Wanda´s windows, she frowned a little, had Wanda been spying on both of you? That was weird, she shrugged it off, and entered her house

The next day in the morning Agnes saw you through her window watering your plants and the bushes there, she couldn’t help but smile, you looked so peaceful and focused on the task you were doing.

Tilting her head slightly to the side, she kept staring at you but she frowned when Agnes saw Wanda walking towards you, wasn´t she supposed to go with her kids? Why was she going towards you again? Wanda had already seen you yesterday, she shook her head and clenched her jaw, Wanda wanted to have all of your attention, that was not fair, she squinted her eyes and kept looking.

Wanda walked towards you and you hadn´t notice that she was behind you, then she put her hands over your eyes, and greeted you. Then when you turned around you were smiling and Wanda hugged you closer to her.

Agnes couldn’t help herself, she felt jealous, she wanted to hold you and touch you too, and it looked like Wanda was having all of your attention, she needed to do something quickly, so with a flick of her hand she made señor Scratchy appear in your garden, after that Agnes took the opportunity to go after you. She left her house in a hurry and started to almost run towards you and Wanda

“Oh my, thank you´re here, senor Scratchy got lost, I can´t find him anywhere, sometimes he used to disappear but I would find him in my back garden, and now he´s not there”

She said this looking right at you not at Wanda, and Wanda was amused by this, she smirked but said nothing.

“Oh Agnes, do not worry, we will help you look for him, he couldn’t have gone too far from here let´s- You were going to say that it would be better if the three of you looked separately but you felt something tugging on you jeans, you looked down to see what it was and saw a light brown fluffy bunny with white stains, you felt you heart melt at the sight of the cute bunny and bend down to grab him in your arms

“Agnes is this señor Scratchy?” You asked while petting his tiny head, his fur was so soft

“Oh, darling you found señor Scratchy, I had no idea he was here, how could he have ended up here, in your garden?” Said Agnes with a worried look on her face, then she saw this an opportunity to hug you being careful not to squeeze señor Scratchy who was between your arms, and she kissed your forehead, then she grabbed you gently by your shoulders

“Thank you dear, I don´t know what I would do if you hadn’t found him, what can I do to show my gratitude?” Do you like ice cream I can take you to the nice ice cream parlor that

“Oh Agnes you´re so sweet, I would love to, you know what? Later Wanda and the kids will come maybe we could all go to the ice cream parlor” You said to her excited, you wanted to spend more time with her and this could be the perfect time to spend time with Agnes and your friend Wanda.

Agnes wanted it to be like a date, just the two of you, but you looked so excited that she couldn’t say no, at least, she was going to spend time with you.

Wanda was smirking she had seen the grimace that she had done when you mentioned her and the kids, she hid her smile with her hand before speaking. “Yes, Agnes that would be lovely, you can come along with us, we can have a nice evening together with the boys"

She smirked and saw Agnes trying to smile, oh no, Agnes just wanted to have you all for herself

“I will tell the boys, so we can get ready to go, see you later” Wanda said amused and went back to her house, leaving Agnes and you alone

“Oh Agnes, I´m glad you accepted” You smiled at her and the look of excitement warmed her heart, suddenly she was not feeling annoyed, you still had senior Scratchy in your arms so you handed him to Agnes

“Here´s señor Scratchy, all good, how did he arrive here? Wouldn’t I have seen him coming here?” You asked when Agnes took the bunny into her arms brushing her hands with you.

“He´s a tricky bunny, he can get lost if I´m not watching darling, next time I will be more careful” Said Agnes, and then again you two got lost in each other´s eyes.

The mood didn’t last longer because Tommy and Billy appeared behind you, Agnes sighed she could have more time with you without someone interrupting.

“We heard that senor Scratchy got lost and that Y/N found him, can we pet him?” Asked Tommy and Agatha smiled, she passed the bunny to Tommy who carefully took the bunny in his arms.

“Well dear, I´ll have to take senor Scratchy back to his home, boys would you help me take him back to it? See you later dear, I can’t wait to see you again” You blushed at her last comment and she smiled “You look cute when you blush darling” She said before turning around with the boys going back to her house.

Later when you were ready to leave you heard a knock on you door, you thought it would be Wanda and the kids, but when you opened the door you saw Agatha standing in front of you, you could smell her sweet perfume, without thinking you hugged her, she smiled too and hugged you back.

“So, are you ready to leave?” You were about to answer her when again the boys interrupted you, they were laughing and greeted you, behind them you saw Wanda walking towards you.

“Heyyy, can we leave now? I really want some ice cream as well as the boys” She was smirking and the boys cheered up, they were excited you could see it.

“Well we should leave then” You said and the two boys put themselves at your sides, they were asking you what was your favorite ice cream flavor, they wouldn’t stop asking questions and you were entertained by them that you didn’t notice that Agnes had a disappointed expression, she just wanted to spend some time alone with you.

When the four of you arrived at the center of the town, you were excited, Westview had some pretty sight to be a little town.

Wanda showed you some of the little coffee shops there, she told you about the library, when she put her arm around your back, Agnes didn’t like what she was watching, she sighed annoyed and was about to use her magic to stop Wanda touching you, but the you separated from her and went to link your arm with hers.

“Agnes this town is beautiful don´t you think?” Her annoyance went away when she felt you soft touch

“It is darling but there are pretty things more beautiful than just a town” Agnes said looking directly at your eyes

You were snapped out from the moment when you hear Billy´s voice “C´mon, let´s get the Ice cream” This time Wanda didn’t hide her amusement “Ok guys let´s go” Said Wanda to them

You smiled and started to walk to the ice cream shop, your arm still linked with Agnes´.

You entered de shop and the boys quickly went to look at the different things the shop offered, ice cream, frozen yogurt, the popsicles and the fruit juice bars.

Agnes pulled out a chair for you, you blushed and smiled at her while sitting “Oh Agnes you didn’t have to do that” You couldn’t help the smile growing wider

“I know darling but I wanted to, so now tell me, what do you want? I heard that f/v is your favorite ice cream flavor” Agnes winked at you

“Hey Y/N my mom bought this for you” Said Billy handing you a two medium scoops ice cream of your favorite flavor

Agnes couldn’t help herself, this time she rolled her eyes, you thanked Billy and smiled at Wanda

An idea popped into your head “Agnes, do you want to share the ice cream? Billy gave me two spoons” You said to her showing the spoons.

She nodded and sat next to you, her thigh brushing against yours, you handed one of the spoons to her

You started to share the scream with her, she playfully took some ice cream with her spoon and brought it to your mouth, you opened it playfully and accepted her offering.

The taste of the ice cream was so good, they served a really good one, without thinking you moaned and Agnes was delighted when she heard that sound leaving your mouth.

You had some ice cream at the corner of your mouth, Agnes brought her hand to your face and with her fingers she cleaned the rest of the ice cream, her finger was near your mouth, and she gasped when you licked the tip of her finger.

She couldn’t wait anymore; she leant into you and captured your lips on hers, you kissed her back, your hands on the collar of her shirt, and you pulled her closer to you.

Agnes broke the kiss and lifted your chin “You do not know how much I have wanted to do that”

Wanda had seen all of the interaction and decided to go outside the ice cream shop, she didn’t want her kids to bother you more.

“It was about time that you kissed me, you could have waited until our official date tomorrow” You caressed the side of her face

“Well, I´m sorry, I wanted to spend more time with you, but Wanda had all your attention”

You smirked at her comment, and unconsciously searched out for her hand, with her thumb she traced circles on the back of your hand.

“I would have never thought you were jealous of her, she´s my friend Agnes” You stared at her beautiful baby blue eyes, she grabbed your waist to pull you closer to her.

“Well you can´t blame me, you are very beautiful, but now I will make sure that everyone knows that you´re taken” She said and kissed your lips one more time

“So, are we officially a couple?” You asked her, blushing again.

“Only if you want to honey” She brought your hand to her lips and kissed the back of it

“Of course, I want to Agnes” You said to her

“Wonderful honey, also I will take you out on more dates” Agnes said and you nodded, you were exited.

“So, what about we stay here and enjoy the rest of our night?” Agnes asked you and you nodded excitedly, you hugged her and she smiled, finally, she could spend time with you with no one interrupting.

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SEASON ONE: EP4 — SUNRAY STIMULANT

three hours ago,

she held a blue handkerchief in her hands, almost identical to everyone else’s — if not for their target embroidered in ivory.

skeptical looks are being exchanged as tanaka makes his rounds with a storage box of foam water blasters. there’s a pull on the air that wasn’t there before. no one is talking. they all want to win.

her victim read between her palms:

kenma kozume.

three hours later

the speedboat cockpit is clearly designed for one. that seems irrelevant to him: nishinoya is settled beside her, the narrow space forcing them close, their legs pressed together. over the years of friendship, a tolerance was built to touch. yet in this confined space, the warmth is almost palpable. he thumbs at the small of her back. despite the flush creeping up their necks, not a word is spoken. sure, it’s hot out.

blame it on the heat.

hinata, gripping a sleek graphite fishing rod, feels the first tug. the rod bends sharply as a trout is hauled onboard. noya jumps up, holding it down. they agreed to a 3-man team awhile ago, but who would say no to fishing with these two?

there must be some kind of stimulant in the air, she thinks, watching them both.

sweat trickles down shoyo’s well-defined muscles, glistening under the post merridiem sun. he wipes his forehead with the hem of his tank top, the ripped sleeves bunching at the action. her eyes trail down to his exposed stomach, taking in the sight of his bronze-kissed abs. is this what brazil does to a person?

catching her gaze, he smiles knowingly. if he wants to, he doesn’t say anything about it. “it’s getting dark. we should find light before someone sneaks up on us.”

“they won’t,” nishinoya’s focused on unhooking the fish from the bait. “assassin doesn’t start officially ‘till tomorrow.”

she steps between them. “how do I know you two won’t betray me?”

sho holds his victim’s name up scrunched in his left hand — now grinning. “we’ll tell you ours if you tell us yours?”

suddenly, the boat lurches. it hit something. there, bobbing in the wake, was a bright red sand bucket filled with water balloons. a large smiley-face sticker is wrapped around the handle.

author’s note: sorry this took so long lol iwaizumi racer au draft has taken up 90% of my life — go think about this .

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"You need to rest"

"I'll rest when I'm dead"

"Will" warning tone "You need to rest. I'm not gonna repeat that a thrid time. You know what happens the third time"

"But.. right now? Right when we need to be organised more than ever?"

"I hate breaking it to you but running around, high on Redbull and prayers it's not organising"

"Says who?"

"Me, and I'm older and head counselor. My word is your law. Get out of the infirmary right now or I'll put you in time out"

Will shook his head and got up, dramatically yelling from the entrance hall of the infirmary "There is no democracy in this society!"

Will basically heard Lee's eyeroll. "If I catch you doing anything that isn't sleeping and smelling flowers I'll beat your ass! You hear me Solace?"

"I think they heard you all the way down to Brazil, Leetler" and Will also thought what hit him on his way out was Lee's shoe.

So with a bump on his head and a wounded ego, he walked aimlessly for a while, trying to check his options. His dangerously high heart rate reminded him of the infernal anxiety and Redbull levels in his system.

He scratched 'sleeping' right off his list.

According to Lee's list, his only other option was to smell flowers. That reminded him that Will knew exactly where to go.

He snapped bushes with his clumsy stride and prikled his skin on rough branches, even almost gouging his own eye out, distracted by the intricacy of a spider's web. Not even his head could catch a break that day; his graceless symphony of nature wreaking had earned Will some acorns hurled by surprisingly strong tree nymphs.

Will was used to it. He had walked that maze a million times and every time he endured it all for the little corner of paradise him and Michael had cut out for themselves.

The grass and the dirt was softer than the other parts of the woods, like it was freshly planted and watered. The flowers colorful, smelled divine, tickling his skin softly and joined by kaleidoscopes of butterflies. Nothing could be heard but the gentle music the summer wind played through the leaves, accompanied by the cheerful chirps and whistles of birds and the soft hums of bumblebees. It was literally the Eden's garden. As silly as it sounded, Will never ate the meadow's fruits.

Whenever he was burned out or just wanted to sulk, alone and unbothered, he knew that meadow always had his back.

He shedded his camp shirt and layed on the soft grass, letting the sunrays that managed to push through the leaves warm his freckled face. He loved that sensation.

He let the muscles on his back relax, his shoulder distended and just then he realised how clenched his face and hands were. He lost his flip-flops too and closed his eyes.

He was well aware that not even Hypnos himself could cradle him to sleep but it was kinda nice pretending.

Besides, the location was fairly unknown to the others at camp so he was sure no one was to disturb his peace.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, a loud rustling disturbed, indeed, his peace. He opened his eyes, just staring at the leaves-covered sky, genuinely trying to ask which one of the gods had found the time to mock him.

"Ow"

Will straightened himself up and abruptly turned around, popping joints in his back that he even forgot existed.

Nico di Angelo this time didn't just limit himself to lay one graceful hand on the handle of his sword, but unseethed all of it and pointed it right in Will's face.

Nico exhaled with relief and lowered his sword once he realised sitting before him was the most non-threatening human being someone could face.

They studied each other for a while, neither of them getting up. They were on the same eye level as Nico still had his knees well planted on he dirt ground from the fall. Well, almost same eye level. Even sat, Will was still taller than him.

"Hello" this time Nico broke the silence.

"Hi" Will replied, still half in shock. Nico did not leave for one moment his thoughts in the past year. The interactions that they had was so small but he held it dear in his heart.

Both times Nico had been so different but still in some way the same, so Will was quite curious what new things to observe he brought with himself. For instance, he noticed Nico finally gave in to the scorching Long Island's heat and abandoned the aviator jacket.

"Sorry, you wanted to be alone" Nico muttered, like something seemed to have snapped in his mind.

"No!" silence. Will mentally slapped himself "Sorry, I mean, no- well, yeah but you know.. you're not bad company" Nico probably didn't know that but Will himself didn't even know if he knew that. He didn't even know where his mind got that information.

A bright pink shade, soflty tinted Nico's ears and Will's stomach made a little somersault. He fought theatrical the urge to dramatically clench his chest and fall like something had hit him right in his heart (Apollo kid things)

"Did you wanted to be alone?" Will rebutted.

"No. Actually I was looking for Percy. I have to talk to him"

It sounded urgent and Will grimaced. He didn't like when those two had something urgent to say to each other. It already happened one time and it was one time too much.

"He's in the arena now, he's finishing his training with Quintus"

"Quintus?" Nico sat down beside him.

"Yeah the new trainer" Smart one, Will.

"Oh, that's nice"

"He should finish soon enough. The kiddos' lesson starts in like-" Will looked at his imaginary wristwatch "fifteen minutes"

Nico nodded and Will caught him fighting a smile. Again.

He took advantage of their ususal awkward and clumsy silence and observed that Nico looked almost exactly like last summer, but the stain of sadness in his eyes was now replaced with one of madness. He also grew at least an inch taller, but so did Will, so it was hard to notice. The number of the rough scars and scratches also grew along with his height. Deep purple and black roses of bruises tainted his pale skin.

The fact that this kid was running around, fighting all kinds of monsters and threats, with little to no protection and a dangerously low amount of iron in his system was starting to make Will empathise with Lee's nagging habits. He was definitely going to apologise to him for being a little shit all these years, after this little detour down Awkward Reunion Lane.

"What happened to you?" Will asked and he couldn't blame the look that Nico gave him, which was offended to say the least. Will was genuinely concerned but the question sounded wrong. It might have been because it was a thought said outloud, something that wasn't meant to be outside of his mind and theories.

It looked like if he had to wait for Nico to answer, they'd be getting old there, so he tried to come up with something, possibly clever and charming

"Do you still play mythomagic?"

Nico's face darkened, possibly even more than before. Will's brain immediately morphed into a hand and punched his skull.

"No.." he whispered and looked at Will, looking anxious to change the focus. "Do you still play Dungeons and Dragons?"

Will strangled a laugh, glad that after two strikes Nico was still sat beside him, willing to talk, instead of giving him a rhinoplasty with his fists "You still remember that?"

"Of course. There's a surprisingly amount of nerdy shops in New York. It was hard to come by something that didn't remind me"

"So you finally found out what 'nerd' means"

Nico tried to kill a smile, probably to not lose his emo-lord facade "You still remember that ?"

"Of course I do! You were so in distraught over it, it was hilarious"

"Oh so that's how you deem bullied bilingual kids. Hilarious. I'll remember that, Solace"

Nico di Angelo remembered his surname and smiled because of something he said.

Will gave himself two very much earned pats on the back.

"In my defense, I didn't know you were bilingual"

"Oh come on, it was clear I wasn't american"

"That's because you've never heard someone from Boston. Will make you wander if they're even from earth" and was that a half-choked, half-hidden laughter that he heard from the Nightwalker himself?

Will, smiled, quick to turn away, feeling his cheeks slightly warm. "You should get going" he said "Percy will be probably done in a few minutes and it's quite a walk from here to the arena"

Nico stood up "That won't be a problem"

Will had no idea what that meant but, as if he swiftly got used to the weird shit that sometimes came out of Nico di Angelo's mouth, he sticked his hand out in a 'help me up' way. Nico did.

"Well, di Angelo" Will clumsily caught himself on his feet "If you plan to stick around this summer, we no longer meet on fridays but on saturdays"

"Dionysius cabin?"

Will smiled and nodded.

"So you do still play that"

Will smiled and nodded, again.

"Alright, William A. Solace. Save me a seat" Nico got swallowed by the shadows.

The way he said it was heavily sarcastic as in 'I'll never come to your stupid game, you loser' and Will should've been wildly more bewildered by the way Nico basically disappeared in the void of the forest's shadows but he couldn't fight the smile off of his face.

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