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[rosesareredrosa]

You Don't Know Me Anymore but that Can Change

Theo x fem reader

Summary: Where Theo neglects his relationship with Y/N due to spending too much time with his friends. Realizing his mistake, Theodore promises to change and starts making efforts to reconnect.

Authors note: I have no clue what to write please send in requests

Word Count: 988

The dim light of the Leaky Cauldron flickered as Y/N sat at the corner table, swirling their drink absentmindedly. The place was bustling, but it felt like they were in a world of their own. They glanced at their watch, sighing as the minute hand inched closer to 8:00 PM. Theodore was late. Again.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, the door creaked open and Theodore Nott slipped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/N. A guilty smile tugged at his lips as he hurried over, planting a quick kiss on their cheek before sitting down.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Blaise needed help with something," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.

Y/N forced a smile. "It's fine, Theo."

Theodore studied the menu briefly, then closed it with a satisfied nod. "I already know what I want. How about you? You like this place, right?"

Y/N bit their lip, looking away. "I used to."

Theodore's brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'used to'?"

Y/N took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. "You don't even know me anymore, Theo. You're always with Blaise or your other friends. We barely spend any time together."

His eyes widened in surprise. "That's not true, Y/N. We're here now, aren't we?"

Y/N shook their head. "One dinner doesn't make up for all the times you've been absent. Do you even know what my favorite drink is? Or how my day went?"

Theodore opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, a look of realization dawning on his face. "I... I guess I haven't been around much, have I?"

"No, you haven't," Y/N replied, their voice tinged with sadness. "You used to be my best friend, Theo. Now I feel like I'm just an afterthought."

He reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in his. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. I've been so caught up with everything else that I didn't realize how distant I've become."

Y/N's eyes softened, but they didn't pull their hand away. "I miss you, Theo. The real you. Not the one who's always busy with everyone else."

Theodore squeezed their hand gently. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. Let's start over, right here, right now. No more distractions. Just you and me."

Y/N felt a glimmer of hope at his words. "You can change if you mean your word no empty promises."

He nodded earnestly. "I do and I will change, Y/N. Every little detail."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips as they finally felt the walls around their heart begin to crumble. "Okay, Theo. Let's start over."

The evening carried on, but this time, it was different. Theodore listened intently as Y/N talked, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly seen. It wasn't a perfect fix, but it was a start. And that was enough for now.

Days turned into weeks, and Theodore kept his promise. He showed up on time for their dates, texted more often, and made an effort to be present. He started paying attention to the little things, like Y/N’s favorite flowers or the way they liked their coffee.

One Saturday afternoon, Theodore surprised Y/N with a picnic in a secluded part of the Hogwarts grounds. The summer sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow as they settled on a checkered blanket. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and the sound of the Black Lake's gentle waves created a soothing backdrop.

Y/N looked around, taking in the thoughtful details. "You remembered I love picnics."

Theodore grinned, a bit of pride shining in his eyes. "Of course. I’ve been paying attention."

They unpacked the basket, laying out sandwiches, fruit, and Y/N’s favorite chocolate-covered strawberries. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories. It felt like old times, and Y/N’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and happiness.

After they finished eating, Theodore leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the sky. "I've missed this," he admitted. "Just being with you, no distractions."

Y/N looked at him, their heart aching with a mix of emotions. "I’ve missed it too. But I need to know this isn’t just temporary. I need to know you’re really here for me."

Theodore sat up, taking Y/N’s hand in his. His expression was serious, sincere. "I know I’ve messed up, Y/N. I let my friendships and other things get in the way of what’s really important. You. Us. I’m not perfect, and I’ll probably mess up again, but I promise to always try to make it right."

Y/N studied his face, searching for any hint of doubt or insincerity. All they saw was the boy they fell in love with, the one who made them feel special and cherished. "Okay, Theo. I believe you."

His smile was radiant, filled with relief and joy. "Thank you. I won’t let you down."

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a blissful haze, talking about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Theodore wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured. "I want to make new memories with you, ones we can look back on and smile."

Y/N nestled into his side, feeling a warmth spread through them that had been absent for too long. "I’d like that."

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, they knew that this time, things would be different. They were both ready to put in the effort, to make their relationship stronger than ever. Together, they would navigate the challenges and celebrate the joys, side by side.

[barcaatthemoon]

my hero || lucy bronze x teen!reader ||

you stop seeking lucy's approval.

playing at barcelona was a dream come true. the club was your childhood favorite. the players there were all amazing, but there was one in particular that you were excited to play alongside. lucy bronze was your childhood hero. you had been born in spain, but your mother was english, and she had done her best to show you as much english football as she could. that was where you had first seen lucy play, and any club she was at was a favorite while she was there.

you were instantly starstruck whenever you went to your first practice. some of the girls teased you about the way that you looked at lucy, thinking that it was just a crush at first. their jokes had stopped after a couple comments from alexia and lucy, but the damage had already been done.

lucy didn't ignore or outright avoid you, but she wasn't as friendly with you as she had been at first. still, you did absolutely everything you could to impress her at practices. all you wanted was for her to tell you that you were doing a good job, but lucy never really seemed to notice. that was why you started pushing yourself harder and harder.

"bebita has muscles," pina teased as she walked past you in the gym. you felt patri and bruna's arms wrap around your shoulders just seconds later.

"you do know that you're a centerback, not a bodybuilder right?" patri asked you. you brushed it off, continuing to do your reps even with them leaning on you. "you can slow down, mapi might get upset if you take her title of strongest player so soon after joining."

"this is the way to get better. i want to get a start," you told them. pina knew that it as more than that, but she led the other girls away from you. once you were alone again, you let your eyes drift off to lucy, who was training with the other defenders in a group. you didn't feel like one of them, so you always wandered off on your own to do your workouts. occasionally, if you went to do something big, you'd look for alexia, cata, or sandra to spot you if they weren't busy.

unbeknownst to you, pina had been watching you the entire time. she thought that it was sort of sad that you were always on your own. the age difference between you and most of the team was a pretty big obstacle for friendships. occasionally, you'd hang out with vicky, but all you really wanted was lucy's approval.

"alright ladies, recovery time and then we're watching film!" alexia announced loudly. you did one more quick set before you put your weights up. everybody went about their own recovery, and you found yourself running alongside lucy on a treadmil. neither one of you said anything, lucy not even bothering to look up at you.

you knew that she could see you out of her peripherial, so you upped your speed. you were practically sprinting, which was not really helping you recover much at all. lucy didn't mention it as she shut her machine off and made her way in for an ice bath. you weren't allowed to use the ice baths, so you went to the showers instead. you didn't like the cold, so you let the hot water relax the tension in your muscles instead.

"good job today," pina said as she nudged your leg. you glanced up from the laces of your regular shoes to see her smiling down at you. "i don't think that we tell you that enough. you're doing really well, promise me you won't run off to another team. i'd hate to have to play against you."

"thanks claud," you told her. she nodded, standing there awkwardly. you knew what she wanted, but alexia had been pretty strict about the girls not making you feel uncomfortable. they were all very affectionate with each other, but you hadn't really been in an environment like that before. however, you were getting better about accepting things like that, so you stood up and pulled her into a hug.

…

team bonding nights were a bit difficult with you around. they still had their nights out on the town, which you weren't old enough to join in on yet. however, they had also begun to have a lot more movie nights and little watch parties for shows that they could invite you to just as long as it didn't conflict with your school work.

tonight was one of those nights. the team was meeting for dinner at alexia's, which you had already been brought to. you were sitting at the table trying to finish up your last couple of school assignments for the week. alexia, irene, ingrid, and mapi were cooking, but each checked up on you periodically.

"hola," ona greeted as she entered. the team was starting to file in, but none of them had bothered you yet. you waved at ona, but didn't look up from your work. "what are you working on?"

"chemistry," you answered. she could hear the frustration in your voice and truly felt bad for you. you were smart, none of the girls doubted that, but your school work was hard. ona was glad that she had never been placed in such advanced classes because she swore that she would have gone mad.

"good luck," ona said as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. it took you nearly another 40 minutes to finish up your homework, and in that time, you had gone into alexia's guest room. you were coming out of the room to tell her that you were done when you ran into alexia in the hallway.

"dinner is ready, i was coming to get you," alexia said. you nodded, looking absolutely exhausted. "do you feel okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you told her. truthfully, between practice and your work, everything was weighing down on you. you were grateful that your parents were letting you have this sleepover in the middle of the week, glad for the break from your normal routine.

"okay, well, come on, i saved you a seat." alexia put her arm around your shoulders as she led you towards the table. there were two seats open, one next to lucy and the other next to mapi. there was an unspoken rule at alexia's that you weren't allowed to eat your meals next to mapi, so you weren't surprised to be ushered in next to lucy.

"hi!" you greeted the other defender brightly. lucy sort of shrugged you off, just grunting in response. your face fell a little, something that didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team. claudia was quick to try and cheer you up, but it didn't work. you seemed to be upset and distracted for the rest of the night, even going to bed before the movie was even halfway over.

…

it had hurt, but you finally came to the conclusion that lucy didn't like you. so much of your time felt wasted trying to impress her. nothing that you ever did would be good enough because all lucy saw you as was an insignficant little kid. you weren't her equal, she was being forced to be on your team.

"mr. jona," you said nervously. he glanced up from his computer, surprised to find you standing in his office. he had a meeting soon, one with alexia to figure out good lineups. "c-can i make a request?"

"is something wrong?" he asked. you were much more nervous than he had ever seen you before, and that was saying a lot. your first couple weeks had been a big adjustment, one that you had truly struggled with.

"i don't want to be in the backline. do you think that i could try playing in the midfield today please?" you asked him. there were no doubts that you could do it, but alexia had mentioned pushing you back in positioning so that you could learn from lucy. she knew that all you wanted was to be just like the right back, so jona was a little confused by your request.

"of course, but i can't promise that i can keep you there throughout the season," jona said. you nodded and thanked him for his consideration. you felt a little better going back into the locker room to finish getting ready. at least you had until jona announced that you'd be paired up with ingrid in the midfield for practice.

if there was anybody on the team you had trouble keeping the truth from, it was ingrid. with mapi around, you had a distraction, but one-on-one, ingrid was sure to notice that something was up. you were terrified all practice as you waited for the shoe to drop and her to begin questioning you. however, that time never came, and slowly, you started to relax.

"good practice," ingrid said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. you glanced over towards her, dropping your eyes just slightly to meet hers. "they could put you anywhere and you'd thrive."

"gracias," you thanked her. you felt a little better than you had all pre-season from that. you even managed to momentarily forget about lucy for the day. you had forogtten about the way that she had made you feel small by ignoring you constantly. and that seemed to be your big mistake.

you couldn't always have perfect practices. you were bound to make some mistakes, everybody did. jona liked having you in the midfield, occasionally pushing you forward into an attacking position. that was how you managed to get the ball at your feet during a scrimmage. you were sprinting down the line, and lucy came in at your side to get the ball from you.

"what the fuck!" it had been an accident, an honest mistake. irene stepped in between your body and lucy's to protect you from lucy's wrath. you watched the british woman slowly get up to her feet, obviously favoring her knee. "are you stupid?"

"lucy-," ona warned, only to be cut off. lucy shoved irene aside as she zeroed in on you.

"are you trying to end my career or do you just like playing dangerously? maybe you should go to arsenal, i'm sure that you could learn a lot from mccabe. she likes attention, so you can follow her around too. injuring me won't suddenly free all my time up to babysit you, understood?" lucy's words cut deep. your jaw fell open, but you quickly snapped it shut when all of that hurt turned into anger. you weren't quite sure what you wanted to do, so you just shoved lucy back as hard as you could and ran away.

"sure, run like the big fucking baby that you are!" lucy shouted after you. at her words, you started to run a little faster. everybody on the pitch was silent, but lucy could feel their disapproving stares on her as she hobbled off of the field. she went straight to the trainer's to get some ice for her knee, which was hurting worse than it had in a long time.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" of all the people that lucy expected to come after her for yelling at you like that, it wasn't ona. lucy knew that the two of you weren't particularly close at all. "how could you say those things to (y/n)?"

"don't tell me that you jumped on the precious baby train with (y/n) too. she could have ended my career knocking into me like that," lucy said. ona softened a little at the realization that lucy was just scared and had lashed out, however, that didn't last very long. ona had seen the tears running down your face whenever you ran away.

"she's not even 17 yet lucy, she is practically a baby. and don't you dare act like what you just did was mature. that girl worshipped you when she got here, now you're lucky if she even wants to play in barcelona anymore," ona said. she jabbed lucy in the chest, knocking lucy back a little. "what is your issue with her?"

"you saw her out there!" lucy huffed.

"yes, i saw you run into her. this wasn't her fault lucy, it's yours. now, go and apologize. fix this quickly because this is the only time i'll be nice about it."

…

"(y/n)," lucy said softly. she approached you slowly, careful to keep some space in between the two of you as she sat on the bench next to you. "i'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. i didn't mean it."

"yes you did. it's how you've felt since i arrived here. you just finally had an excuse to let it all out," you muttered angrily. "don't worry, i don't want anything to do with you anymore, i promise."

"(y/n), please-," lucy tried.

"no, dont! you obviously meant it lucy. i have tried to get your attention since i got here because all i've ever wanted was to play next to you. you were my hero, the whole reason that i worked so hard to get here. now i wish that i had never been signed to this club with you!" you shot up from your seat, grabbing your things as you stormed out of the locker room.

"(y/n)." ingrid and alexia followed you out to the parking lot. you were prepared to brush right past them and attempt to walk the five or so miles back to your house. instead, you were stopped by alexia's hand on the back of your neck. "stop it. would you like me to take you home, bebita?"

"yes please," you asked. alexia put her arm around your shoulders as she guided you outside. you had never seemed so small to her before, but lucy had broken you down until you were absolutely miniscule. alexia didn't know if she would be able to fix things, but she hoped that you would end up okay by the end of the season.

[junkissed]

enha surprise adopting a kitten

member — enhypen hyung line (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon) x gn reader genre — fluff, sfw word count — 1.6k warnings — kissing, pet names (baby, babe, beautiful, etc.) that's about it notes — requested by @onlymingyus — thank you sm for the request my lovely mars !! this is my first time posting for a group besides svt so i hope yall enjoy reading :) if you did please feel free to reblog or send an ask, it is super encouraging and helps me keep writing <3 enjoy!

heeseung . . . might be confused why it had to be a surprise, because he would’ve said yes anyway, but he would ultimately accept it pretty easily. it's not the weirdest thing you've ever brought home, and he's been thinking about getting a pet anyway, so this is honestly a win all around. he’s flexible and he’ll adapt to pretty much anything you throw at him, so fitting a cat into your daily lives won’t be difficult on his part.

"where did you find that?" he asks nonchalantly when you walk in the door, strolling out of the living room to greet you.

"no idea, he just followed me home. maybe we're being stalked." you giggle as you lean in to give him a kiss, the same way you do every single day when you get home, and he grins at how ordinary this is for you. only you could show up with a kitten unannounced and act like it's the most normal thing in the world. but he loves your normal.

you hand the tiny kitten off to him as you shut the door behind you and slip off your shoes, and you miss the tender look in his eyes while you're digging through your purse in search of something. "obviously i adopted him," you admit, looking up at him as you finally find what you were looking for.

"well, i can never tell with you, baby. the other explanation worked too," heeseung laughs, carefully stroking his index finger over the kitten’s head. you can already tell it’s going to be impossible to get the two of them apart, already forming an instant, inseparable bond.

you hold out the small stack of papers for him to glance at. "the shelter was having an adoption event, and i saw it on my way home from work. and besides, i felt like we needed a little guy running around here. you'll get lonely without me all day."

your reasoning makes the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk, because it's such a you thing to do. your spontaneity is one of the things he loves most about you, the fact that you could adopt a kitten on a whim because you think he needs a reminder of you. what you don't realize is that everything already does remind him of you, but… he supposes a furry little friend couldn't hurt, too. "you know me so well, beautiful. can't live without you."

you beam at him, and he can't help but think that he'd let you surprise him with a zoo full of kittens if it means he gets to see you smile like that all the time. "so… you like him?"

"of course i do." he leans in to give you a kiss, and you laugh when the tiniest, softest mew springs up from between you.

"good," you say, kissing him back. "because i think he already likes you."

jay . . . obviously can't have a real cat, but i think he’d still enjoy your surprise. he always indulges in your surprise endeavors, and although he has his reservations you always manage to make him smile in ways he doesn’t expect.

"i got you a surprise," you grin as you walk into the kitchen, clutching something behind your back.

"what is it this time?" he turns and looks up from the pan on the stove where he’s started making dinner, cocking an eyebrow at you. try as he might, he never knows what you’re going to bring home with you next, but he’s gotten used to it.

"a kitten."

his eyes narrow in lighthearted suspicion, and he points his spatula at you warily. you’ve had this conversation before, and as much as he would love to own a house full of cats, he just can’t. even the hypoallergenic breeds don’t make much of a difference, so for now he’s content with cat videos on the internet and the occasional trip to volunteer at the animal shelter, as long as he stocks up on allergy medicine beforehand. "babe, you know—"

but before he can finish his sentence you pull your arms around to reveal what you've been hiding: a stuffed toy cat with a bow around its neck.

"cute," he concedes, his expression softening. he should’ve guessed it would be something like this. you know him too well and love him too much to ever purposely do something he wouldn’t be able to enjoy.

"you really thought i brought you a real cat?" you grin playfully at his reaction, because it was exactly the response you’d been hoping for. your boyfriend is too much fun to tease, and you can never resist the opportunity to string him along for the sake of a little fun.

jay pointedly ignores your question and turns back to his cooking, but he doesn’t try to hide the small smile on his face. "dinner’s on in 10. will our… new friend, be joining us?"

you wrap your arms around him from behind and kiss him on the cheek. "of course. i’ll be sure to set out an extra plate."

jake . . . is a dog person through and through, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy having a cat, too. he would be excited at the idea of it at first, but he’d get more nervous as time goes on. it’s a lot of responsibility owning a pet, and although he’s an experienced dog dad he doesn’t know much about taking care of a cat.

"are you sure? what if she, like, bites?"

you shrug with a smile, still cupping the kitten in the palms of your hands and holding her out for him to look at. "i don’t know, jake, it’s just a kitten. she’s not going to murder you in your sleep. she’s probably just as scared of you as you are of her."

he lets out a chuckle at that, because he knows you’re right. he knows it’s an irrational thing to be afraid of, and it’s really not even a fear in the first place, but he’s can’t help that he’s just awkward around cats. he’s more used to dogs; what do you even do with a cat?

but it isn’t long before he’s playing with the kitten just as enthusiastically as he plays with layla, and there’s been more than a couple times when you’ve come home and found the three of them playing fetch together. at first he’d been worried about whether a kitten would be able to fit into your routine, but although he had his doubts he quickly comes to love your new friend. he's a fast learner when it comes to taking care of things, and before long he'd be a natural at it.

sunghoon . . . might be hesitant, but not for long. his reaction would be like when dads say they don't want a pet but then a week later you find him explaining the rules of football to them. he’s more easily won over than he thinks: he swears up and down that he only likes dogs, but then you see him being so attentive to your new kitten and you can’t help but laugh because his soft spot is so obvious even though he always tries to deny it. that kitten is going to be his new best friend, whether he likes it or not (spoiler: he likes it.)

"did you get more cat treats when you went to the store the other day?" he asks casually, not looking up from his phone where he’s sitting on the couch. the newest member of your family sits curled up on his lap, sleeping soundly as he runs his fingers gently over the soft fur of her back.

you hum curiously in reply. "no? there was half a bag left last time i checked. are they gone already?"

sunghoon doesn't reply, which is an admission in itself, and you can't help but roll your eyes and smile.

"you know you're only supposed to give cats a couple of those a day, at most?"

"well, it's her fault, not mine." he makes a huffing noise in disagreement, and it's so endearing you can't actually be mad at him, as much as you'd like to scold him. "she was giving me that look. she deserved those treats. i couldn't deny her."

you find it endlessly adorable how in love he is with this kitten, despite his insistence otherwise. on the outside he seems quiet, but he's really just thinking of the things he still has to do. have the toys he ordered online shipped yet? did he remember to change the litter box? has he spent enough time cuddling today— with both you and the kitten? these are all vital questions that he has to make sure are addressed, and the current order of business on his list is the lack of cat treats. luckily for him, he's not the only one in the house who has a soft spot: you have one for him, too.

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[emjayewrites]

turkey day • jules koundé one shot

SYNOPSIS: Jules experiences his first American Thanksgiving.

WARNINGS: cursing, family stuff, and abundance of thanksgiving food, fluff, boyfriend!jules

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x Maya Richardson (fc @/Ebonee Davis)

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A/N: I will be gone/offline on Thanksgiving so I figured to write something for y’all for Jules. Also thank you for 2,500 followers!!! This is insane 💕

Jules Koundé checked his watch for the third time in as many minutes, his carry-on Rimowa suitcase beside him as he waited in the private terminal of Barcelona-El Prat Airport. The early morning November air was crisp, and his mind wandered between the upcoming match against Las Palmas and the whirlwind journey he was about to embark on. Forty-eight hours in Atlanta – just enough time to experience his first American Thanksgiving with his girlfriend Maya's family before rushing back for the game.

"You know you don't have to come," Maya had said when he first suggested the trip. "My family will understand." But Jules had insisted. After dating for a year and a half, mostly long-distance while she finished her PhD in International Relations at Oxford, he wanted to meet the family she spoke about with such warmth and humor in their late-night FaceTime calls.

The private jet, arranged by the club, would make the tight schedule possible. As he settled into his seat, Jules pulled out his phone to reread Maya's latest text: "Daddy's already planning to show you 'real' football 😂 Just smile and nod, baby. Just smile and nod."

The flight passed in a blur of sleep, movies, and light training exercises in the cabin. When they touched down at Hartsfield-Jackson, Maya was waiting in a private lounge, wrapped in a cream-colored pullover that complemented her dark skin perfectly. Her braids were styled differently than when he'd last seen her three weeks ago in Barcelona, now arranged in an elegant updo.

"Bienvenue à Atlanta," she said with an exaggerated French accent that made him laugh as he pulled her into an embrace then kiss to her temple.

"Your accent is terrible," he murmured into her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her Shea Moisture hair products.

"Yeah, well, your English was terrible when we first met, so we're even," she teased, leading him toward the parking garage where her car waited.

The drive to her parents' house in the affluent suburb of Cascade Heights took them through Atlanta's ever-changing landscape. Maya pointed out landmarks from her childhood – her old high school, the church where her grandfather had preached for forty years before retiring, the soul food restaurant where her family gathered after every major event.

"Now remember," she said as they turned onto a tree-lined street of impressive homes, "my Daddy's gonna try to intimidate you because that's just what he does. Mama will try to feed you until you burst. And my brothers..."

"Will try to determine if I'm worthy of their baby sister," Jules finished, having heard this warning before. "And your grandfather will question my profession."

"Exactly. And with all my cousins coming..." She glanced at him apologetically. "It might get a little overwhelming."

Jules reached over to squeeze her hand. "I play in front of 90,000 people at Camp Nou. I think I can handle your family."

Maya's laugh was cut short as they pulled into a circular driveway where several cars were already parked. "We'll see about that."

The door opened before they reached it, and a statuesque woman who could only be Maya's mother emerged, arms outstretched. "This must be Jules!"

Dr. Angela Richardson, a respected cardiothoracic surgeon, enveloped Jules in a warm hug before he could even attempt a formal greeting. "Come in, come in! Everyone's dying to meet you!"

By "everyone," she apparently meant the small crowd gathered in the two-story foyer. Maya's father, Miles Richardson, stepped forward first – a tall man with graying temples and an athletic build that suggested his college football days weren't too far behind him. His handshake was firm but not challenging, his smile genuine if slightly reserved.

"Welcome to our home, young man. Maya tells us you play... soccer?" The slight pause before "soccer" made Jules bite back a smile.

"Yes, sir. For Barcelona and the French national team."

"Hmm," was all Miles said, but Jules caught the slight widening of his eyes at the mention of the national team. From what Maya had told him, her father had made it to the NFL combine before a knee injury ended his career, so he at least understood the significance of representing one's country.

The introductions continued in a whirlwind: Maya's twin brothers Miles Jr. ("MJ") and Michael, both successful attorneys; their wives; a handful of young children who regarded Jules with wide-eyed curiosity; and finally, her grandparents.

Reverend Richardson, Maya's paternal grandfather, was a commanding presence despite his advanced years. "So," he said, peering at Jules over his glasses, "They call it football over there. Is that true?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, we're about to watch some real 'football'. Lions versus Bears. Traditional Thanksgiving game. You might learn something."

Maya's grandmother, Ernestine, swatted his arm. "James, leave that boy alone. He's tired from his flight." She turned to Jules with a warm smile. "You just ignore him, sugar. Now, have you eaten? You look too skinny."

Before Jules could respond, Maya intervened. "Grandma, he's a professional athlete. He has to maintain his weight."

"Professional athlete?" came a new voice as one of Maya's cousins entered the foyer. "Man, what you bench press?"

Jules exchanged an amused glance with Maya. This was going to be interesting.

The next few hours passed in a blur of activity. The women congregated in the kitchen, putting final touches on tomorrow's feast, while the men gathered in the massive family room around a television that seemed larger than some movie screens Jules had seen. The Bears-Lions game played out before them, and Jules found himself genuinely interested in the strategic elements of American football, even if the constant stops and starts felt foreign to him.

"See, now that's football," Reverend Richardson commented during a particularly impressive touchdown play. "None of that running around for ninety minutes without scoring."

"Actually, Papa," Maya's brother Michael chimed in, "I looked up some of Jules' highlights. Man's got skills." He pulled out his phone and pulled up a compilation video of some of Jules' best defensive plays and goals for Barcelona.

The room fell silent as they watched Jules execute a perfectly timed sliding tackle before launching a counterattack that led to a goal. Even Reverend Richardson leaned forward in his seat.

"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, then quickly corrected himself. "Lord forgive my language. But son, that was impressive."

Jules ducked his head modestly. "Thank you, sir."

The evening wound down with a lighter dinner of soup and sandwiches, everyone saving room for tomorrow's feast. As they prepared for bed – Jules in the guest room, Maya down the hall in her childhood bedroom, her father's rules being what they were – Maya slipped in to say goodnight.

"You survived day one," she said, perching on the edge of his bed.

"Your family is wonderful," he replied honestly. "Loud, but wonderful."

"Just wait until tomorrow when everyone else shows up."

The next morning dawned bright and clear. Jules woke early, maintaining his training schedule with a light workout in the Richardsons' home gym, where he found Maya's father already on the treadmill.

"Early riser?" Miles asked.

"Have to be, sir. Game day or not, routine is important."

Miles nodded approvingly. They exercised in comfortable silence until Maya appeared in the doorway, still in her pajamas, looking between them with suspicious amusement.

"Y'all better get ready. Mama's already in the kitchen, and the first wave of family will be here in two hours."

Jules showered and dressed carefully in dark chinos, a teal cashmere sweater, and polished brown dress shoes. When he emerged from the guest room, he caught Maya staring.

"You clean up nice," she said, drinking in the sight of him. She'd changed into a burgundy wrap dress that made Jules momentarily forget about football, family, and everything else. "I can say the same about you, bébé."

She giggled as he pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips slanted against his, feeling pillowy soft and addictive as usual. Jules let out a satisfied groan as he felt her fingers caress his chest, but it dissolved quickly to a huff when she pulled away.

"My family, baby," was her response and she fixed his sweater. "We can’t get too carried away."

True to Maya's warning, the house soon filled with extended family. Cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends streamed in, each carrying dishes and each wanting to meet "Maya's French soccer player." Jules lost count of the handshakes, hugs, and variations of "Boy, you really got an accent, don't you?"

The Thanksgiving meal itself was a revelation. Jules had researched American Thanksgiving traditions, but nothing had prepared him for the sheer abundance of food or the specific traditions of a Southern Black family's celebration. Before eating, everyone joined hands as Reverend Richardson said grace, a lengthy prayer that touched on everything from family bonds to the state of the world to blessing "this young man who's traveled so far to be with us today."

The food was unlike anything Jules had experienced: deep-fried turkey ("Better than that dry oven-baked stuff," Maya's uncle insisted), collard greens, cranberry sauce, fresh homemade biscuits, mac and cheese that three different aunties claimed was their specialty, yams, and dishes whose names Jules couldn't quite catch but whose flavors exploded on his tongue.

"You got to put hot sauce on those greens," Maya's cousin Brandon advised, sliding a bottle of Crystal hot sauce his way. "Trust me."

Throughout the meal, Jules found himself fielding questions about his career, his family back in France, and his intentions toward Maya. The last topic came primarily from her brothers and male cousins, delivered with smiles that didn't quite hide their protective instincts.

"So, when you planning to make an honest woman of our Maya?" her cousin Marcus asked, causing Maya to choke on her sweet tea.

"Leave them alone," Maya's mother intervened. "They're young, they're taking their time."

But Jules caught the interested glance she threw his way and made a mental note to speak with Maya's father at his next visit. The small velvet box hidden in his home back in Barcelona suddenly felt more real.

After the meal, while the women managed the cleanup with military precision ("Don't you even think about helping, baby," Maya's grandmother shooed him away), Jules found himself in the family room surrounded by Maya's cousins. They'd shifted to sports talk, with him explaining the Champions League system to increasingly interested listeners.

"So it's like March Madness, but for a whole season?" one of Maya's cousins, Amir, asked.

"Kind of, yes," Jules nodded. "But with the best clubs from all over Europe."

"And you play for one of the best ones?"

"Barcelona is... yes, one of the best," Jules admitted modestly.

"My man!" Several of the cousins exchanged high fives and daps, apparently deciding that dating a player from one of Europe's elite clubs made Maya's choice acceptable.

"Alright, alright, you listen to music, Jules?” another one of Maya's cousins, DeAndre, leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What rappers you listening to?"

Jules straightened up, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Probably the same as you."

This got a round of laughs, but Trey, who'd been quiet until now, smirked and said, "Well, I guess old Kanye was right – 'niggas do be in Paris.'"

The room erupted in laughter, and Jules couldn't help but join in, appreciating how quickly they'd made him feel like part of the family. Marcus then leaned forward, squinting at Jules intently.

"You know, now that I'm really looking at you... you look just like J. Cole."

MJ walked in at that moment, balancing his second helping of sweet potato pie. "Man, just because he's light skin and got dreads doesn't mean he look like J. Cole," he said, shaking his head as he settled into an armchair. "So, Jules, how you liking Atlanta so far? First time here, right?"

"Yes, but my best friend Aurélien visited before. He said he loved it." Jules nodded, shifting in his seat. "I'm enjoying it a lot," he continued, choosing his words carefully. "I really like how Black it is here. It's different from Europe. Though I'm disappointed I won't get to see Maya's alma mater, Clark Atlanta, this trip."

"Man, you gotta come to Homecoming next year!" DeAndre exclaimed. "That's when Atlanta really shows out."

Jules smiled, genuine interest crossing his face. "I'll check my schedule. The football calendar is pretty rigid, but maybe during the international break..."

"So what did your boy Aurélien think about Atlanta?" Trey asked, a knowing look in his eye. "What spots did he hit up?"

Jules scoffed, shaking his head as memories of his conversations with Aurélien from three years ago flooded back. He tried his best to censor himself, careful with his words. "He, uh... he really enjoyed the food. Especially the lemon pepper wings..."

The cousins and Maya’s brothers exchanged knowing looks, immediately catching the careful way Jules was choosing his words. Marcus started laughing first.

"Magic City’s wings, huh?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"The wings..." Jules maintained diplomatically, though a smile tugged at his lips. "Aurélien has a... particular appreciation for certain aspects of Atlanta culture."

"Oh, you mean big booties," Trey said plainly, causing everyone to burst out laughing again.

MJ nearly choked on his sweet potato pie. "Y'all are terrible. Don't go telling our grandparents about your friend's 'cultural appreciation.'"

Jules raised his hands in mock surrender. "Listen, I just came for Thanksgiving dinner and family time. What Aurélien did on his own time..."

"Man speaks facts," DeAndre nodded approvingly. "But for real though, when you come back for Homecoming, we're gonna show you the real Atlanta. The clean version," he added quickly as MJ shot him a look. "Can't have Maya coming for our necks."

The next morning brought another new experience: Black Friday shopping. Maya insisted it was a crucial part of the American Thanksgiving experience, though Jules suspected she just wanted to see his reaction to the chaos. They joined her mother and sisters-in-law at the crack of dawn, fighting crowds at Lenox Mall.

"This is... intense," Jules commented as they watched two women nearly come to blows over a discounted designer bag.

"Welcome to America, baby," Maya laughed.

The shopping expedition was followed by service at Reverend Richardson's old church, where Jules found himself the center of attention once again. The congregation welcomed him warmly, though more than a few elderly church ladies sent meaningful looks Maya's way when they noticed the way Jules' suit fit him.

All too soon, it was time to leave on Saturday morning. Jules had a flight to catch, a match to prepare for. As they said their goodbyes, each family member hugged him like they'd known him for years rather than days.

"You come back soon, you hear?" Maya's grandmother said, pressing a container of leftover sweet potato pie into his hands. "And don't you worry about your figure just this once."

Reverend Richardson shook his hand firmly. "Next time, we'll teach you about real football properly," he said with a wink. "But I suppose your kind of football isn't so bad either."

Maya's father pulled him aside for a moment. "You take care of our girl," he said simply. "And maybe next time, stay a little longer."

In the car on the way to the airport, Maya was unusually quiet.

"Everything okay?" Jules asked.

"More than okay," she smiled. "They love you. Even Daddy, though he'll never admit it directly. And Papa actually watched some more soccer highlights after you went to bed last night."

Jules laughed. "Your family is... they're special."

"Special crazy or special good?"

"Special perfect," he said, taking her hand. "Though I might need a week to recover from all the food your grandmother insisted I eat."

"Please, I saw you getting seconds of that mac and cheese. Don't even front."

As the plane took off a few hours later, Jules thought about the whirlwind visit. He'd faced some of the world's best strikers, played in front of massive crowds, dealt with intense media scrutiny. But somehow, winning over Maya's family felt like his greatest victory yet.

His phone buzzed with a message from Maya: "Daddy just said he might come watch one of your games sometime. I think that means you're officially family now 😘"

Jules smiled, already thinking about his next visit. Maybe by then, that little velvet box wouldn't be hidden away in Barcelona anymore. But first, he had a match to win against Las Palmas. After all, he couldn't disappoint his new American family who might be watching.

[dangerkittenclaws]

Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

 IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards. 

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together. 

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going. 

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.” 

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again. 

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips. 

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence. 

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators. 

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you. 

“Damn your long legs.” 

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush. 

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light. 

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom. 

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside. 

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening? 

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you. 

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it. 

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts. 

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this? 

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm. 

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck. 

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake. 

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath. 

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts. 

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve. 

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly. 

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again. 

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time. 

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference. 

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning. 

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you. 

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch. 

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him. 

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips. 

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation. 

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back. 

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust. 

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy. 

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!” 

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?” 

“Either?” 

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both. 

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.” 

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away. 

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Their First Married Morning

This tooth rotting fluff has been hanging around in my drafts for over a month.

****

Buck was giddy, his entire body buzzing with excitement despite the early hour. He couldn't stop grinning as he adjusted his wedding ring, still marveling at its presence on his finger. He was a married man now. He had a husband. The reality of it all felt surreal, so different from anything he had ever pictured for himself and yet so incredibly right.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, Tommy's voice cut through his reverie. "Uber's here, sweetheart. Are you ready to go?" Tommy asked, his own eyes shining with joy and love, despite the slight bags under them from the previous night's celebration.

Buck turned to face his husband - his husband! - and felt his heart swell even more. Tommy looked adorably rumpled in his travel clothes, his hair still mussed from sleep.

"On our honeymoon?" Buck replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm and a touch of playful suggestiveness. "Hell yeah, I'm ready!"

He reached out, intertwining his fingers with Tommy's, feeling the matching ring on his husband's hand. The simple touch sent a thrill through him, a reminder of the commitment they had made to each other just hours ago.

As they made their way out of their house, dragging their suitcases behind them, Buck couldn't help but steal glances at Tommy. This was the start of their new life together, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead.

"I love you, Mr. Kinard," Buck murmured as they approached the waiting car.

Tommy squeezed his hand, his smile radiant despite the early morning hour. "I love you too, Mr. Kinard."

As they settled into the back seat of the Uber, Buck's grin widened even further. He turned to Tommy, his eyes sparkling with amazement.

"I can't believe I'm actually Evan Kinard now," he said, his voice filled with wonder and joy.

Tommy reached over, taking Buck's hand in his own. "Believe it, baby. You're stuck with me now," he teased gently.

Buck squeezed Tommy's hand, his expression growing soft. "Stuck with you? More like the luckiest man alive."

The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a small smile on his face. "Newlyweds, huh?"

"That obvious?" Buck laughed, not taking his eyes off Tommy.

"Just married yesterday," Tommy confirmed, his thumb absently rubbing over Buck's wedding ring.

"Congratulations," the driver said warmly. "Where to? Airport, I'm guessing?"

"Yep," Buck nodded, finally tearing his gaze away from his husband. "LAX, please. We've got a honeymoon to get to."

As the car pulled away from the curb, Buck leaned into Tommy's side, resting his head on his shoulder. The reality of his new name, his new life, washed over him again.

Buck's eyes lit up as he remembered something. "Oh, I had Bobby put in the order for new turnouts. Can't wait to have our name on the back."

Tommy's smile grew even wider. "Really? That's amazing, Ev. It's going to be something else seeing 'Kinard' on your back at calls."

"I know, right?" Buck said excitedly. "They're actually going to say E. Kinard, but still, it's like another way of showing the world we're a team now. In everything."

The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a curious smile on his face. "Firefighters, huh?"

"That's right," Tommy confirmed proudly. "Both of us."

"Wow," the driver said, impressed. "A firefighter couple. That's pretty cool."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Tommy, and he chuckled. "You know, people are going to be so confused by Buck Kinard. Your nickname isn't gonna make sense anymore."

Buck's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He laughed, shaking his head. "Oh man, you're right! I didn't even think about that. Buck Kinard... it does sound a bit odd, doesn't it?"

"Maybe we should've hyphenated after all," Tommy teased. "Buck Kinard-Buckley at least keeps the connection."

Buck playfully nudged Tommy's shoulder. "Nah, I already love being a Kinard. Plus, can you imagine how long that would be on a turnout coat?"

"Well," Buck continued, "I guess I'll just have to explain it a lot. 'Yes, I'm Buck. No, it's not short for Buckley anymore. It's a long story, want to hear about how I met the love of my life?'"

Tommy squeezed Buck's hand, his eyes soft with affection. "I love the sound of that story."

As the car continued its journey to the airport, Buck and Tommy fell into a comfortable silence, both imagining the first time they'd see Buck in his new turnouts, 'E.Kinard' proudly displayed for all to see. It was just one more symbol of their new life together, a life they were both eager to begin.

"I can't wait to be on the beach with you," Buck said, his voice soft but filled with anticipation.

Tommy's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Me neither, sweetheart. Just you, me, and the ocean."

Buck leaned in closer, resting his head on Tommy's shoulder. "No emergencies, no alarms, no schedules. Just us, relaxing and enjoying being newlyweds."

"Sounds perfect," Tommy murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Buck's head. "Though knowing us, we'll probably end up rescuing someone from a rip current or something."

Buck chuckled. "Probably. But hey, that's who we are. Kinards to the rescue, on duty or off."

As the car made its way through the early morning traffic, the couple fell into a comfortable silence, both lost in thoughts of sun, sand, and the start of their new life together. The excitement of their honeymoon ahead mixed with the joy of their recent wedding, creating a bubble of happiness around them as they headed towards the airport and the beginning of their next adventure.

As the car pulled up to the departures terminal at LAX, the driver turned to them with a warm smile.

"Here we are," he announced. "Have a great honeymoon, guys."

Buck and Tommy shared a look, their excitement apparent as the reality of their trip set in.

"Thanks so much," Buck said, his smile bright as he reached for the door handle.

Tommy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, thank you for the ride and the well wishes."

As they climbed out of the car, the driver helped them retrieve their luggage from the trunk. Buck couldn't help but bounce a little on his feet, his energy infectious.

"Ready for this, Mr. Kinard?" Tommy asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as he took hold of his suitcase.

Buck's grin widened even further, if that was possible. "More than ready, Mr. Kinard. Let's go start our honeymoon."

With a final wave to their driver, the newlyweds made their way into the bustling airport, hand in hand. The noise and crowd of the terminal couldn't dampen their spirits as they headed towards check-in, both of them buzzing with the anticipation of the journey ahead - not just their honeymoon, but the lifetime they were about to embark on together.

As they disappeared into the crowd, their matching rings glinted in the early morning sunlight streaming through the airport windows, a small but significant symbol of the new chapter they were beginning.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 10

Warnings: severe touch starvation, forced living weapon/fighter, captive living weapon, war, bleeding & bullet wounds

Whumpee jumped in his skin as the door to his prison suddenly came banging open, a heavily bleeding figure stumbling in.

He was shocked to see it was Flint, covered in blood and deep injuries, barely standing as he hobbled and stumbled over to the wall Whumpee was pinned against.

"We're under attack," Flint coughed, and blood spattered the concrete in front of him from his mouth. And to his amazement, Flint started uncuffing him, fumbling with a key in hands made slippery with his own blood. He ripped the muzzle off next, throwing it to the side, and Whumpee was too stunned to move, unsure what to do.

Flint stood trembling in front of him, bleeding heavily and eyes wild with terror as he coughed more blood on the floor. "Weapon... it's Leader's men. They're invading, and making their way to the North end of the facility, which is where the children and mothers are kept." His gaze was desperate and pleading as he looked at Whumpee, so different from the cold, collected general Whumpee had seen before.

"Myra is there," Flint choked out. "I might be making the biggest mistake in history right now by letting you out, but..." He shoved something large into Whumpee's hands, and Whumpee realized it was his fighting blades, sheaths and all. "We need Weapon. You might go back to Leader's side for all I know and kill us all, but I'm desperate. We are badly losing this fight. Please, Weapon... save us. Save Myra. You said you were tired of all the fighting and killing... if you help my men stop this senseless slaughter, fight one last time, then you will be free. I swear upon my life I will never force you to be a weapon like Leader has, and you will have your freedom back. I will not chain you again.”

Whumpee glanced from the daggers he'd been handed to Flint's face, searching for a trick... but he found none. "...Which way is North?"

"Right outside this room if you take a left then you'll be facing the right way," Flint wheezed breathlessly. "And take this too--" he shed his own protective vest and offered it to the living weapon, which had a few holes and blood spatters on it. But it was better than no protection at all.

Whumpee put it on, despite it being a few sizes too small for his tall, muscular form. "...You really trust me already?"

"No, I don't. But... I don't exactly have a choice, now, do I?" Flint rasped. "If you go out there right now, you're going to be fighting against your own team, killing off your allies. Do you think you can handle that?"

"They're not my allies anymore," Whumpee answered with venom. He remembered everything Leader had taken from him now, bits and pieces of memory slowly coming back.

And Myra... she needed help. And if it took him being the cold-hearted Weapon again, then he'd willingly play the role of the killing machine one last time. To save her. And... because he was beginning to realize more and more that maybe the enemy Leader had been pitting him against were actually the good guys all along.

Flint wiped blood from his brow with the back of his sleeve, breathing harsh and ragged. But his eyes were fiery with determination. "Then go out there... and do what you were trained to do, Weapon. Wreak chaos, and show no mercy," he growled. "I'll rejoin the fight as soon as I can once I get more ammo -- Leader's ambush took us all by surprise, and none of us were armed or ready for it.”

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[vidavalor]

I don’t see the alleged handholding on the bus. I don’t. I’m sorry. I’ve watched it so many times. I want to see it. I see Aziraphale’s hand going towards Crowley, but I don’t see any motion from Crowley that suggests he’s holding Aziraphale’s hand.

Are we really, really, REALLY sure they’re holding hands?

Hi there. 💕 Yep. Well, I am, anyway, and I'm happy to share why. I have watermelon salad to share tonight. Ahhh, summer... 🍉

I don't want to assume anything but I've seen the "Crowley doesn't react so they aren't holding hands" comment places before and what I think keeps people from seeing it is the idea that they think that Crowley should have some kind of big reaction because they think this is new. It's not. We aren't watching the very first time that they ever hold hands; we're watching a long-time couple familiar with doing so.

If this were the very first time Aziraphale had ever taken Crowley's hand then I could see why you're saying there should be some kind of reaction. We'd expect him to glance over or for his arm to be seen moving a bit from what of it we could see. On the other hand, if you look at the scene with a different perspective-- one assuming that they're already in a place where holding hands is not unfamiliar territory-- then the whole moment is really set up to reinforce that through showing how comfortable Crowley is with what's happening.

Crowley doesn't have to turn to Aziraphale right away in surprise and we don't need to see his head or arm move because all that's really likely happening is that Crowley is letting Aziraphale hold his hand right where it is resting on his thigh. Maybe he's turned his hand a little to thread their fingers together. Maybe he's just rubbing a thumb over Aziraphale's. We wouldn't see that from our angle because it would just be movement from his wrist down... and that seems to me to be the point of how the scene was shot. The outside view of the bus at this moment exactly? An angle designed to intimate to us that hands are being held and that it is not a rare or new event.

Think about it this way: if they never had held hands before, is Aziraphale just going to take his hand on this bus out of nowhere? Probably not. Is Crowley just going to sit there if Aziraphale did? Probably not. We get two or so seconds after Aziraphale takes his hand before the bus finishes moving out of the frame wherein we could have been shown Crowley having a more surprised reaction if that was what the scene was trying to say but we didn't see one because it seems like that is not what is being said with the scene.

Aziraphale's movements are familiar; he already knows he's permitted to take Crowley's hand whenever he likes and that they both find it comforting. Not only have they just been through all sorts of exhausting craziness over the last few days but Aziraphale was discorporated. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to get his body back or how and this is basically the first moment they are alone enough to touch since Adam gave Aziraphale back his body. The hand holding then is a way of showing that Aziraphale needs to both feel grounded in his own body and to touch Crowley (not totally separate things, really...). That speaks to long-time coupledom to me more than it does to something new. If you look at the scene from the perspective that they're already together (just as if you look at most of the series from that perspective), you'll see a lot of subtle things just like this scene that reinforce the idea.

I wrote some stuff awhile back that you can find here about the connections between this scene and the flashback one on the bus earlier in S1 that also might help show how that they're sitting together and holding hands in this scene is set up by the earlier scene, should you be interested in that. Also: the "magic hands" massage joke would also suggest that holding hands in S1's present wouldn't be considered unusual. I think that if they've been making love since ancient Rome, as I wrote about the show suggesting here, liking to hold hands isn't too surprising but I understand from where your doubts are coming. Hope this helps. 💕

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(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)] [Takes place after ACT 2] [A mini story with Muenos, from @neoncityrain]

[Warning for self harm and abuse under the cut.]

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

(Romeo and Juliet. You knew the play well, you've seen it quite a few times in fact! Well, you THINK so, anyways.)

(Yourself, Mira, Isabeau, and Ramos got seats near the front. Special guests, and all that. It was no use trying to pay for tickets or anything like that. The "Saviors of Vaugard" didn't pay for anything anymore.)

<Just accept it already and watch the play.>

"I hear some noise within.��Dear love, adieu. Anon, good nurse."

(The actors playing as Romeo and Juliet were good. The first was the spitting image of some great romantic heartthrob. The second looked thin and gentle, kind, with a very deliberate voice.)

(Apparently this troupe used to travel around, but settled down here a few years ago, so they all must have had a lot of practice. Maybe you should ask about where they've been when you g-)

<The smile's fake.>

(What?)

<Juliets smile. It's fake.>

(Of course it is! she's an actor!)

<I know that, idiot. What I mean is that there's acting, and there's repression.>

"Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little; I will come again."

(You try and get a better look at the actor playing Juliet. The smile IS fake. It's a very, very familiar kind of fake. You shudder.)

>>>

"Saviors! Again thank you so much for coming to see our little performance!" (The Man in Charge of the place wanted to meet your little group after the show. You all said your hellos, but you kept to the back. There was something about his boastfulness that put you off.)

(Everyone was milling about in the lobby after the show. Some of the actors had come out to chat but you looked around for one specific face. Are you sure the smile was fake?)

<Almost positive.>

(You waited, listening to the crowd, drifting off to the side, trying to keep unseen. By the sound of it, everyone liked the play. You did too, of course.)

<There.>

(You glance over and, yes, there he, she? The person is standing near the entrance to backstage, they couldn't be more than. . . 20? Their hands behind their back, still half in costume, and smiling.)

<"Smiling">

(A few audience members went up to them and talked, but you waited for your moment. Waited untill they drifted away. . . Now. You swiftly walk to the actor.)

(They look.) ". . Oh, hello! You are one of the saviors, aren't you?"

"Oh how did you know?" (You say in an overly sarcastic voice.) "Siffrin, He/they, it's a pleasure."

"Muenos. . . She/her. It's good to meet you."

<That was a very notable pause. Make a joke, Siffrin.>

(Easy.) "Y'know I really like plays, I get to meet some very good actors."

". . . Oh really?" <The smile still seems fake.>

"Yeah, I even met a famous mime once, they gave me some good words of advice."

"Oh? What did they say?"

"Well they said ' '"

<Muenos blinks, pauses, takes a second to process it, then begins to laugh softly into their hand. Look, smile, that's their actual smile.>

(Why are you so obsessed with how someone SMILES?)

<. . . Intuition.>

>>>

<Second showing. This time, you were here alone.>

"I come anon.—But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee—"

<Muenos, the actor playing Juliet, they were smiling just like before. Fake. Inauthentic. To the audience, it was perfect. To an actor, it was obvious.>

<You dressed differently. No eyepatch, hair up, different clothes. Different lighter clothes; good for movement.>

{Outfit.}

<. . . You're right. Her outfit changed. Longer sleeves, covering more skin. She didn't have that scarf before either.>

{Curious, why change between showings? What about Romeo?}

<. . . I think it's the same as the first night. Why would. . .>

{. . .}

{. . . You tug at your own sleeves.}

>>>

<We're agreed?>

{For once.}

<It was after the show, again. Everyone was mingling, talking. Everyone was busy, noisy. You scan the croud, looking for that actor. . . . There.>

<You see Muenos in the middle of a crowd of people, a hand on her shoulder. The owner of that hand was the Man in Charge. Both had very, very fake smiles.>

{Bad.}

<Agreed. What do we do. We can't talk to her privatly like this.>

{. . . Investigate. We're a rogue, after all. You slip away, finding a door backstage. With your current outfit you could move around easily. Lightless. Cool. You hated it.}

<Really? You aren't THAT sensitive, are you?>

{I am. You continue, ducking into hiding spots when hearing voices, navigating the cluttered corridors.}

<Greenroom should be. . . Left.>

{Left. Stagehands were clearing away a few things, but most were taking a break or mingling in the lobby. A very good time for some tresspasing. Ah, that might be the greenroom.}

{You turn the door handle slowly, it opens, and you dont hear anyone on the other side. You open it, slip insde, and close it. The room has mirrors and lights. Outfits, bags, personal belongings, the usual mess you'd find in a greenroom. At the back was a claust where the shows outfits were kept.}

(What are you two- oh! You're doing that plan we talked about?)

<Not now, Siffrin. Look around, which station is Muenos'?>

{You made it quick, going station by station to find anything significant. Makeup, foundation, fabric scissors, water, tonics, first aid supplies, hair pins- wait.}

<First aid in the greenroom?>

(I guess someone had a fashion disaster.)

{Ha ha. . . You check the trash can. There's an empty bottle, it's labled as a sour tonic. Healing. You stick a pinkie in the bottle and take it out, still wet.}

<The first aid?>

{You check the kit next, gauze, rubbing alchahol, dissenfectant. Hmm, You'd need to cut off a strip of gauze, you check the fabric scissors. . . There's a single thick thread caught in it. You take it and check it with the gauze and it matches.}

<They wouldn't have fabric scissors in here anyway. That's for the costuming department. The only reason they'd have these here is for an emergency. So someone must have brought it here, maybe in a rush.>

(There's voices down the hall, hide!)

{You were already on it, you rushed to the closit and stepped inside.}

<. . . . . The voices got closer.>

<. . . . . . Focus. . . . . .>

<. . . The door handle turned, and the door swung open. You hear two pairs of footsteps, one much heavier than the other. The door closes, you hear a click of a lock.>

"Shirt off, now." <The voice says, commandingly.>

"Yes, sir." <Came the reply, that was Muenos' voice.>

(What could-)

<Quiet! You hear the ruffling of fabric, a sharp inhale, a pause. . . Then a slap.>

"You idiot! You did that on purpos didn't you!" <The commanding. . . No, that was the Man in Charge.> "You nearly ruined the whole show!"

"Yes, sir."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" <There's a pause. You feel a rage building up.> "I'm not going to let you ruin me like this! Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"If I see marks like those on your wrist again, I'll-"

<There's a knock on the door. The Man in Charge huffs, and goes to it, unlock, the door opens.> "What is it!"

"There's some people who want to see you, sir! Something about hiring the troupe?"

"Oh why didn't you say sooner! I'll be right back, Muenos, don't go anywhere."

<You hear the door close.>

<You felt cold, unending, rage.>

{You felt cruel, protective, destructive.}

(You felt. . . Disgusted. Horrified. . .)

<There's shuffling, a shakey sigh, and- wait. Siffrin, you're up.>

(I- Before you could respond, Null was walking the body out of the closit. Muenos was holding the fabric scissors, blades open. Her head whipped around to look at you- oh because I'M the only one who can talk to people! Great!)

". . . You know those are made for cloth, not you, right?" (You attempt to joke.)

<Terrible, Siffrin.>

"I. . . What are, you-"

"Oh I got a backstage pass!" (You smile cheekily and walk towards her.) "Y'know anyone can get a backstage pass if you're sneaky enough."

"You broke in?"

"Nah, the door was open so I just let myself in."

"But, that-"

(You put a finger to your lips, and let your smile drop.) "Muenos, I might have lost an eye, but I'm not deaf or blind. Do you need me to get you out of here?"

(Muenos stares at you for what seems like a long, long time. Was she stunned? Surprised? Thinking this was all a dream?)

". . . . . I'm. . . . Fine."

"Muenos. That man slapped you."

"It's, fine. I likely deserved it anyway."

"Why in all the stars in the sky would you deserve it!"

"I hurt myself, I hurt myself badly. Only an idiot would do that-"

(You don't even hesitate. You hold up your arm, roll up your sleeve, and take your glove off.)

". . . ." (She's staring at the familiar marks on your arm.)

". . . . Guess that makes two idiots."

(She takes a second, then looks down at her feet. Scissors back on the table, arms behind her back.) ". . . You don't need to help me. I'm sure you have much more important things to do."

"Muenos-" (STARS is this what it's like trying to talk to you when you're like this?) "The country's already saved, Muenos. Why wouldn't I help out a lover of jokes?"

". . . But I'm just. . ."

"What, a nobody?" (You laugh a little.) "It doesn't have to stay like that, Muenos."

". . ." (Muenos sniffs, and looks back up. You can tell she's trying hard to hold back tears.) ". . . . Please get me out of here."

"Consider it done." (You hold your arms open. After a second of hesitation, Muenos hugs you.)

". . . Thank you, Siffrin."

"Don't mention it!" (You pull away from the hug.) "Now, here's the plan-"

>>>

"It's almost time~" [You were sitting in a horse-led cart near to the theater with Ramos, Pétronille, and Bonnie. Isa, Odile, and Mirabelle had all gone to the third and final showing together a couple hours ago, so the play would finish up soon. All of your belongings were packed up, and the sun had set ages ago.]

[Mira, Isa, and Odile would arrive for the play and play up the excitment. With any luck this would drive the Man in Charge to put all their focus on them. Letting Muenos return to the green room after the show. From there, you and Ramos would. . .]

"Let's go." <You get up, and hop off the cart, Ramos joins you.> "We'll be back soon."

"Good luck!" <Nille grins and gives a two finger salute, and Bonnie a thumbs up.> "Or should I say break a leg."

<The two of you rushed around the side of the theater to a side door, locked. No issue, it wasn't an openphrase, so you got a few tools out and got to work while Ramos made sure you weren't interrupted.>

". . . . Y'know. ." <Ramos says quietly.> "I was being trained to stop breaking and entering, not join in."

<That got a laugh out of you.> "Were you also trained not to mind control people?"

"Surprisingly, no." <They pause for a moment.> ". . . Null."

"Mm?" <You don't look up.>

". . . I'm sorry."

<You pause for half a second, then continue.> ". . For what."

"For causing, all of that trouble in Jouvente."

". . ." <You consider this.> ". . . Why Siffrin?"

"H-huh?"

"Why Siffrin, why are you interested in them?"

"O-oh! Uh, w-well. . . I mean they're-"

<They were cut off by a click and the door swinging open.> "Answer later." <Was all you said before you dashed into the building.>

<You hurried through the halls once again. It was much harder, now. You had to wait more. Hide more. It was busy, there was a play being performed and everyone was focused on making it perfect. Step by step you got deeper into the heart of the theater until. . .>

<You heard a roar of applause from the distant audience. That must be the show. Things were about to get interesting. You saw stagehands rushing, there was a lul, maybe if you->

<Ramos tugged on your cloak, they whisper.> "We don't need to risk it, we can wait here."

[They have a point, unfortunatly.]

<. . . . Fine. You wanted to get this done, but, fine. You retreat back to the corner you found and waited.>

<First came the wave of actors who wanted to get out of costume, then those same actors heading either to home or the lobby. You wait just a bit longer untill most people were caught up in the after show glow, then you and Ramos are off once again.>

<You got to the green room, putting an ear to the door, you didn't hear anyone. You start to ope->

"Someone's asleep inside." <Ramos whispers to you. You look back with a Look, they tap their head.>

<You huff, standing and backing up a few steps before glaring at Ramos.> ". . . You're practicing that, aren't you."

<They look away.> ". . . If we're, going to be fighting those two then. . ."

"Good." <You nod.>

[Traitor.]

<They have a point, unfortunatly.>

<You hear footsteps coming down the hall, the two of you duck to the side, waiting to see who it is. The figure turns a corner, it's Muenos. She looks frazzled, with bags under her eyes>

[You step out and wave her over, she lights up a little and walks faster, stopping in front of the greenroom door.]

<You talk in an overly joking voice.> "Romeo oh Romeo, shall we make haste and leave this vile place?" <You're not sure if it was you or Loop doing the talking, but it doesn't matter.>

<That got a little laugh from Muenos.> "Juliet, Juliet, oh It is true, I have to say. I'm sick of this stupid play."

[That got you and Ramos to burst out laughing before you hushed yourselves.]

"Got everything you need? Muenos, right? I'm Ramos" <Ramos asks.>

<Muenos nod.> "I have everything, good to meet you Ramos."

". . . Not even a bag?" <Ramos looked concerend.> "Legal documents, memerobilia, clothes?"

<Muenos shook her head.>

[. . Ramos did say they ran away from their origonal family. . .]

<. . Right.> "Let's move then. Quickly. Take my hand."

<You hold a hand out for Muenos, they hesitate for a moment, but take it. The three of you were off like an arrow.>

[Down the hall, take a left, right, straight on, down those stairs. You had memorized this place already. Had all that wandering through The House finally payed off? Ha! You're leading, Ramos taking the rear, and Muenos safe between the two of you. You were almost there, just round a corner and-]

<You nearly bump into a random actor who was coming back from the Lobby. They take a step back, looking confused between you all.> ". . . Hey this area's for staff y'know"

<Fast talk.> "Ah, sorry, we were just, exploring!"

"Well explore somewhere else- Muenos? What are you doing-"

<Ramos pushes past you and rushes at the actor, before they can yell, Ramos plants two fingers on their temple.>

[. . . . . You smell mint.]

[. . . . . Ramos takes their hand away after a minute, the actor blinks, then smiles.]

"Oh uh. . . Sorry, had a brain hickup. You guys go on break, but not too long! Going to be all stagehands on deck to get everything cleaned up!"

[And with that they just. . . Walk away. You turn to Ramos.]

". . . Sorry."

[It takes all you have not to slap them right now. Later. You'll chew them out later.] ". . Let's keep going."

[The three of you make it to the door you entered in through. Nille was at the cart ready and waiting. You jump in, helping Muenos up. Ramos waited until you were both in to get in. You turn to Nille.] "Mission accomplished~"

"Crab yeah!" [She grinned and waved to Bonnie, who you could see waiting by the door to the theater.]

[Bonnie poked their head in the door and you could hear their yelling from here.] "'BELL, 'ZA, 'DILE!! CAN WE CRABBIN' GO ALREADY?!?"

[The perfect excuse to make a rushed exit, an angry pre-teen. Right on cue, the rest of your family left the theater and rushed over as casually as they could manage.]

[As soon as everyone was in you turned to Nille, but she was already ahead of you. With a tug of the reigns you were off! You were leaving this town today anyways, so the plan was perfect~]

[You all let out a collective sigh of relief.]

"I almost ran out of things to talk about. . ." [Mirabelle was bouncing her leg.]

"Really? I thought that was impossible!" [Nille called back.]

"It was very impressive to watch. " [Odile rubbed her eyes.]

"It's alright, I was ready to jump in at the costume design!" [Isa chucked, and leaned over to put an arm around you.]

"Of course you would my Giant~ You all did very well!" [You giggle.]

"Did'ya like my yelling 'Lulu?" [Bonnie was grinning.]

"Oh it was very impressive, a shout to pierce eardrums!" [You glance up at Ramos.] ". . . Thanks for the quick thinking. Ramos."

". . Don't mention it. I won't make it a habit." [They rub their neck.]

[You glance over, Muenos hasn't said a word. She was, staring at you all. Shocked? Surprised? Emotional? You passed the limits of the town and into the woods.]

[. . . Blind it all.] ". . . . It's wonderful to meet you, Muenos, you can call me Loop, they/them.~" [You wink.] "Me and dear Siffrin have joint custody of this body."

[ After a pause, Isa holds out a hand with a smile.] "Isabeau, he/him. Local big buff man here to help!"

"Odile, she/her."

"Mirabelle, she/her, are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"

"Ramos, they/them, if you need anything let me know, okay?"

"Bonnie!! Uhm, they/them. Do you like chilli? 'cause I'm making chilli at camp!!"

"Nille, she/her! I'm Bonnie's big sis, and if anyone tries anything with ya I'll bonk em!"

[Muenos looks at all of you on turn, you could tell that she's, barely keeping it together. She sinks down into her seat.]

"Muenos. And, she. . . ." [They pause to think.]

"Figurin' it out still?" [Nille calls from the front.] "Relax! We ain't like those crabbin' losers."

". . ." [They look away.]

". . . Do you want me to do your hair?" [Mira asked, Muenos nods, and she's off, digging out a brush.]

[You slowly see their shoulders relax. Oh stars, look at them. They were still wearing the underclothes of their outfit. You undo your cloak and quickly wrap it around them.] "Here, I'll want it back."

[They look up at you.] ". . . . I. . . T-thank you. . ."

"Here!!" [Bonnie hands Muenos some dried apricots. They take it shakily. No, they were crying.]

". . . You okay, Muenos?" [Isa asks.]

"why. . ." [They take a Shakey breath.] "Why are, you, being so kind to me?"

"Well. . . Why wouldn't we?"

"But, I'm, I'm just a nobody. You didn't need to risk yourself for. . ."

"If we didn't step in to save an abused actor then what sort of saviors would we be?" [Odile speaks up.] "I know personally I would have done a bit more than a little kidnapping."

"What, Arson?" [Ramos asks. Odile just smiles back.] ". . . Madame-"

"I didn't say anything."

"That's what's concerning, Madame!"

[You all laugh a bit. Muenos is still crying, but, they're smiling a bit. Between the apricot, cloak, and Mira combing their hair, they were calming down.] ". . . Mirabelle?"

"Yes Muenos?"

". . . Could you. . ." [They take a deep, deep breath.] ". . . Please cut my hair short."

"Oh!!!! S-sure!!" [After a moment, she dug in her bag and got some scissors. You all watched in anticipation, snip, snip, snip. . .]

". . . There!" [She reaches into her bag again and hands Muenos a mirror.] "Is that good?"

[You knew the look in Muenos' eyes. They were wide, tearing up again, and, they were smiling.]

". . . . It's, thank you, Mirabelle, i-its perfect!"

"Oh! I'm so glad!!" [Mira flapped her hands excitedly.] "So! Do you, maybe want to talk about pronouns? Maybe we could help figure it out!"

". . . N-no I, I have it." [Muenos looks down, still smiling.] ". . . Muenos. . . . Ah, he, him?"

[The cheers from everyone in the cart could probably be heard for miles. Your journey to the next town would only take a day or two. After that, though? Who knew. So, you start to spend the time in what fun ways you can, and what's better than swapping stories?]

[This is going to be a very long, very fun night.]

[satureja13]

It was still pouring when Rubyn returned from the Moisture Farm. And so they moved the fireplace under the Wings of the Millennium Falcon to stay dry. But the wood was already damp, as damped as their mood. Tiny Can left the planet, the Boys, a lot of questions and his transmitter behind - to get lost in space. But why? Why steal money to pay for their school fees if they could have handled it with the loan? And why - oh why did he have to leave the planet (and the transmitter)? How are they supposed to track him down now? They don't have the money to charter a ship and a crew to follow him! As if he knew it! (Of course he does, he knows the Boys better than they know themselves...)

That was a lot of commotion - and a lot to compute - for one day and the others went to sleep soon. Rubyn: "I'm going to make a call tomorrow morning. Maybe I can wing something. I'm not going to let another bot getting corrupted by the dark side. Not under my watch." Jack, always on the bright side of life: "That would be awesome. At least we won't get arrested for allowing Tiny Can to steal all that money when we're lost in space..."

After the others left, Sai allowed himself to break down and cry. Theres's nothing Jack and Sai haven't seen from each other so he's not ashame showing himself at his worst to Jack, his oldest friend: "It's all over now." Jack: "You heard what Rubyn said. It ain't over 'til it's over, hm? Let's sleep on it and tomorrow the world looks brighter." Sai sobbed: "As if I could sleep now."

With no hope of getting some sleep anytime soon, Jack tries to comfort Sai with his universal remedy: good ole distraction. Jack: "Hey, let's browse the latest games! We missed out almost a year of great releases!" Sai sniffled: "O - ok..." And as soon as Jack opened gleam, their gaming portal, Sai smiled again. They love their games and they really missed some stunning new releases. Jack: "Let's see. What are the most promising ones for us?" They looked through the lists of games with the most positive reviews and Jack put some auspicious candidates on his wishlist. They discussed the pro and cons and which one to choose first...

... until... Gods, Tiny Can had the audacity to release the Therapy Game! And what's with that stupid description?! Clearly written by an AI!

The game that almost killed Ji Ho! And that was when Sai's fuses blew too... Sai: "Take that off! We can't let him hurt innocent people!" Jack tried. But gleam wouldn't let him remove the Therapy Game from the store. Of course not. One can not just simply take games off of gleam.

Sai's screaming woke the others and they gathered around the server where Sai had developed the Therapy Game together with Tiny Can. And where he now frantically tries to stop it. In vain. Access denied. Even though Sai was the co-developer! But canny Tiny Can Ltd has all the rights reserved. Sai is so upset, his hands are shaking: "This little piece of junk!" Poor Jack tried to qualify - because he is still convinced his little friend only ever tried to help them: "Sai, look - the game has 93% overwhelmingly positive reviews! No one complained. Tiny Can must have improved the game before release. We left him July 21st and release was August 22nd. He had a month to modify it. And now we know that he didn't steal the money! It's from the sales! I think he did something meaningful for our community. To help other creatures out there who suffer - and don't know what to do. Just like us. Look at all the comments!" And Jack was right. The reviews were all about how happy the players are with the Therapy Game. How much their lives had improved. But Jeb shot Jack a glance - now is not the time to come to Tiny Can's defense...

There is nothing they can do right now anyway - so Jeb took Sai to their tent. Jeb tries a different approach instead: "We will find him. And then you can dismantle him and stomp his filthy circuit board into the ground, hm?"

Sai tightened his grip around Jeb's firm, muscular chest, buried his face in the crease of Jeb's neck, inhaled deeply and sighed: "I love you." Jeb, pulling Sai even closer: "I know." Sai snorted out a laugh. (I wonder if Jack's Romantium orb is still stashed under Sai's bed. And if that's the reason he was able to calm down so quickly ^^')

'… So many tears I've cried So much pain inside But baby, it ain't over 'til it's over So many years we've tried To keep our love alive But baby, it ain't over 'til it's over

… How many times did we give up But we always worked things out And all my doubts and fear kept me wondering, yeah If I'd always, always be in love'

Lenny Kravitz - It ain't over 'til it's over

Outtakes

Jack and Sai being so fed up with broken, annoying high maintenance bots...

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-28

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 12)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non idol Park Seonghwa x fem named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 1.9k

Taglist: @dinossaurz @hecateslittlewitchling @babigriin (if anyone wants to be added, please comment)

I laid down on the grass groaning, not caring of the others look at me weirdly. I enjoy the sun and the quiet of the place for a moment, today was an exhausting morning.

"You look like you're about to die."

"That's because I am." I replied still laying on the grass.

Wooyoung sit next to me, he didn't said anything for a while just watching something from afar. I sit down and looked what he was was looking.

There was a basketball game and the players were Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Yunho and other people, Yeosang was cheering for them and I smiled internally he is so cute.

"You don't wanna play?" I asked after a while of being in silence.

"Nah, it's boring." He shook his head. "You should come to the party."

"If you're here by Seonghwa's request, you can tell him to go to..." Wooyoung laughed.

"I'm here on my own." He replied still laughing. "We'll be there too so it's gonna be fun."

"You and I have different meaning of having fun, besides I don't know the celebrant and I wasn't invited."

"That's why we're inviting you. So what do you say?"

"I don't know." I mumbled and he pouted.

"At least think about it, the party is next week so you have plenty of time."

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In our third day here, each team had the task to scout 20 pounds of fruits all over the area. Supposedly, this activity will challenge our abilities to work with what we have, for a moment it seems fair until San showed us the paper that he pulled out.

"How can you choose peanuts out of all the fruits here?" Hongjoong massage his nose bridge. "How unlucky are you San."

"Now we have to scrounge for fucking peanuts?" I frowned looking at the paper with 'peanuts' write in.

"I'm sorry." San mumbled sitting on the floor.

Hongjoong and I exchange glances, feeling a little guilty for what he said to San, it wasn't his fault it was just luck what paper you take so we can blame him.

20 minutes later

I'm carrying 20 pounds of peanuts after been digging through the dirt for an hour. I willed myself to the common room while struggling to lift the basket of fruit.

"Peanuts?" Seonghwa asked looking at my basket.

"Peanuts."

"I got watermelon."

"I hate San." I said feeling jealous that Seonghwa didn't have to go through dirt.

"As you should." He replied and natched the peanut basket. "Where are they, isn't it supposed to be a group task?"

"San slipped and sprained his ankle and Hongjoong took him to the infirmary."

"Well, that suck Pororo." He laughed.

"Don't you have anything better to do Seonghwa?" I rolled my eyes.

"What's better than annoying you?" He smiled and continued walking. "Have you changed your mind about been my date?"

"I have actually."

"And?"

"I realized that I haven't expressed how much I don't want to go with you." He leave the basket on a table.

"What can I do to change your mind Pororo?" He pouted at me.

"Open all of these peanuts." I signaled the basket.

"You promise?" He asked excitedly.

"Sure, while you're on it peel the skin of the peanuts too." I said sarcastically and leave the room.

☆☆☆☆☆

After confirm with the teacher that we had already complete our task, I paid a visit to San at the infirmary to deliver the news to him.

I thought that Seonghwa will come along, but after I leave him in the room he disappeared.

"Hey." I open the door and look a San, he looked like a sad kitty. "You good?"

"Yeah a little sore but thanks for asking." He mumbled sad.

"Don't worry, I finish the activity. You can call me a peanut Master now." San let out a cute laugh. "Where's Hongjoong?"

"He went informed the teacher about what happened. I'm sorry that you had to do the task alone." He mumbled playing with his fingers without looking at me.

"It's fine, seeing you fell down, was an entertaining thing." I teased him and he smiled.

"I'm gonna let that since I can see how you work hard based on the dirt in your nails." He pointed at my hands.

"Yeah, I have tried to remove it, but I couldn't."

Suddenly, San look though the drawer next to him, looking for something and he pulls out a needle.

"Hand." He signaled my hand.

"I'm not a dog." He laughed and take my hand. "Prick me and I'll give you a bruise worse that Seonghwa."

"Don't worry I got it." He replied and focused on his task.

"Wow, you're really good."

"I should be, my older sister makes me clean and painted her nails all the time."

That statement makes my heart warm, brothers helping their sisters doing stuff with her. The closest to a brother that I have is Jongho and he was way afar from that, the door open again making the both of us look.

"Hey, Minseo." Hongjoong greeted and some people were behind him.

Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang entered the room settled themselves around San's bed asking if he was feeling good and I smile of how they care for him.

"We appreciate you finishing up the task." Hongjoong mentioned "How can we repay you?"

"Forget it, it's done now."

"But..."

"Where's Seonghwa?" San asked

"He said he'll visit you later, he said he has something to do." Wooyoung answered.

"Doing what?" Yunho asked.

"I don't know, but he had a basket of peanuts with him and he was cracking them." The red hair boy explained confused.

I felt that it was my responsibility to look for Seonghwa and check why he was a real dummy for doing that stupid task that I told him.

"Leaving since Seonghwa isn't here?" Yeosang asked teasing me.

"Please, he's the last person I want to see." I lied looking at the room.

"You're a terrible liar like Seonghwa." San mentioned and shook his head.

"I'm not, I was just planning to take a shower."

"Sure." The five boys said nodding their heads.

"He's in our room, it's the room #10." Wooyoung mentioned and I just nodded.

I reached to the sleeping quarters, going to the boys floor were some guys approached and started whispering lookingbat me but I ignored and continued my way searching Seonghwa's room.

"Someone's gonna get some." A boy whispererd out loud so I can hear him and I just rolled my eyes.

Finally, I reached the room#10, I was about to knock when I noticed the door was cracked open.

I took a peek and saw the guy sitting on the floor with the basket of peanuts and some sheels of peanuts around him.

"Ah, the things I do for you Pororo." He sighed and shook his head and continued with his task.

I blushed at his words, my eyes shifted to the floor where the basket now was already halfway full with unpeeled peanuts. The guilty flooded at me. I knocked the door and entered the room and Seonghwa looked at me with shock.

"What the fuck are you doing Seonghwa?" I snapped at him.

"You have been asking me that lately." He laughed and Crack a peanut. "What are you doing here Pororo?"

"Stopping you."

"From?"

"This, quit it Seonghwa! I was joking." He sighed as he rested his back on a bed beside him.

"I figured out, but I just wanted to give it a shot." He took the basket of peanuts and patted the spot next to him. "Can get these to waste."

"Okey." I murmured and sit next to him.

"Do you hate me that much that the idea of going with me at a party upset you?" He took one peanut and eat it.

"I don't hate you." I said taking one too.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't belonged in your circle Seonghwa. Just asked other person to go with you."

"I told you, I don't want to go with someone else."

"Why?"

"If it's not already obvious Pororo , I..."

The door slammed open and Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and Wooyoung fell on too each other and groaned from the door.

"San you're an idiot." Wooyoung hissed.

"Don't put it on me, I'm injured." He defend himself.

"Are those our peanuts?" Hongjoong asked looking at the basket and we nodded.

"What's up roomie?" Wooyoung put an arm on Seonghwa's shoulder smiling at him. "You're looking really handsome today." He patted his blonde hair and Seonghwa glare at him.

"What are we talking about?" San sit down on a bed.

"About how dumb you're for sprainning yourself." Seonghwa snapped and I stand up. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm not supposed to be here." I remind him, he tried to stand up but was held by Yunho and Yeosang.

"You're not going anywhere." Hongjoong held him too and they started discussing.

I walked out of the room walking down the hallway, when I stopped at the middle of the hallway and chewed my bottom lip.

I spun on my heels and started walking to room#10 again, and I knocked and waited for a response, hearing Wooyoung said 'come in' and I cracked open the door and peeked inside and the six boys turned to looked at me at the same time.

I'll regret for this later.

"Just wanted to ask if there's a theme for the party?"

Some days later

Finally we were going back to the city, I just wanted to take the bus and get out of this hell.

"I forgot to ask you, what made you change your mind?" Hongjoong whispered dramatically.

"Never think you'll be a gossip girl!"

"One of the buses has a flat tire, therefore the students of class will be evenly distributed to the other buses." The teacher announced.

When everything was settled and we where distributed, I settled myself on my seat next to the window, leaving my stuff in the free seat.

"Hello Pororo." Seonghwa smile as he lifted his suitcase and move my suitcase taking the seat next to me.

"What are you doing here?"

"Weren't you listening Pororo? There's a flat..."

"Yeah yeah I know, but where's San?"

"He took a car due to his injury." He replied and suddenly I want to had an ankle sprained. "So, whether you like it or not you're stuck with me for the next six hours."

He looked at me smiling and I just avoid his eyes looking by the window blushing when a flash greet us and see Hongjoong holding a camera.

"That's a cute photo." Hongjoong gushed before he showed us the picture.

"Why did you bring a camera with you?" I asked

"I was instructed to take some picture for the yearbook." He explained "Would you mind reviewing the pictures and check which ones are the best."

After hours of looking at Hongjoong's pictures I felt car sickness and gave the camera to Seonghwa so I can rest a little by looking at the window.

Seonghwa was so concentrated looking at the pictures, he bit his lip concentrating in every picture that he saw. Every time he found a picture he like, his eyes light up and seems that he was falling in love with every landscape picture that he saw.

"Are you checking me out Pororo?"

"Yes."

"And?" He rested the camera on his lap.

"You already know that you're handsome Seonghwa, my opinion of you doesn't matter."

[azullumi]

albedo — cold hands ☆彡

summary — winter is coming and your hands are cold.

pairing — albedo/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff; oneshot

word count — 718

a/n — my hands were hella cold and an idea popped up inside my head. i had a post schedule before this one but i couldn't resist the urge to post it immediately.

evidence of the winter season approaching is clear but nothing is different in the ever so cold mountain of dragonspine where you are always at to accompany a certain alchemist who is also your boyfriend. he was busy doing his own thing at the alchemy table, writing something on his notebook after observing the reaction of two fluids that he has mixed together.

although you have already gotten used to the cold—supposedly— nowadays, you could hardly ever last more than a few hours in the freezing temperatures even with the amount of torches and campfires surrounding the tent. you don’t know if it’s the fact that winter is waltzing its way to the continent or what, nonetheless, it’s still cold and you regret not wearing an extra article of clothing on top of you.

you glanced at albedo who’s been standing for nearly an hour now, occupied with what he is doing. he might have forgotten that you're here with him because the last time you two have interacted was an hour ago. the only things you did while waiting for him is just sit and watch or admire his artworks. you don't complain though as coming with him and accompanying him here was your own decision. you just wish he would look back and—

"(name)?" and as if the gods had answered your prayers, he called out to you, looking in your direction with a hint of concern on his face. his voice, smooth and gentle, grabbed your attention and you answered, "yes?"

he didn't reply but instead, walked towards you while taking off his gloves. he then kneeled down in front of you, resting his hand against your cheek. his skin felt warm against yours and you can't help but lean against his comforting touch.

"you're cold," he said and placed his other hand against your unoccupied cheek, completely engulfing your face with warmth. it was soothing and comforting, it felt nice. "it is cold, 'bedo. we're in dragonspine, after all."

"you should have told me." you could only hum as a response and closed your eyes. although your face felt warm, the warmth wasn't enough. Your hands were freezing and it seems like the man in front of you noticed as he decided to release your cheek to hold your hands.

he filled in the gaps between your fingers with his, locking his hand with yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze as he looked you in the eyes, tender teal orbs looking at you with admiration. on his face was an expression that shows adoration, a smile so faint and small that it was hard to notice it at first.

"i heard this is a way to share body warmth and keep each other warm whenever it's cold since heat is being transferred and retained. are you feeling alright now?" he asks in a soft tone, voice so gentle and kind that it warms your heart. "i'm feeling better now, thank you."

albedo regrets not bringing his coat with him but at the same time, he is also thankful because he got to share this moment with you. although he took note inside his head to bring a blanket next time he climbs up the mountain.

"i miss you." you say, breaking the silence.

"but i've been here since earlier," he answered, tone confused as he tilts his head to the side. you could only chuckle and smile at him before speaking, squeezing his hand to which he squeezed back in return.

"you weren't talking to me and you were busy with your experiment."

"i apologize, i'll pay more attention to you now and always, is that alright?"

"it's alright, i forgive you and i'm sorry if i was being a bother."

"my love, you're not bothersome." he kisses your forehead, a smile immediately making its way to your face at that small action of his. you just love the way albedo doesn't hesitate in reassuring you and giving you affection.

silence reigned in the air once again but this still moment was pure solace within. just holding each other's hand and looking at each other's eyes with pure awe. not until he spoke again, his voice piercing the silence.

"can i hug you? i figured hugging is a better way to share body warmth."

"you don't have to ask that."

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[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

*cracks knuckles* ay folks you get a tumbler exclusive for awhile because I'm to lazy to actually go onto ao3

Reminder time!! This is my a.u and is not a direct depiction of spo/wii aran Ryan's personality

Tw's: slightly detailed injuries, reference to Macbeth, and self harm by hot water

Thanks to: @atypical-artisan for helping with errors and formatting

“Aran! C’mon we're going to be late!”

Absolutely no response came from the guy. Having Andrew sigh as if it was a daily occurrence now.

“Give the kid a break this is the longest he’s been separated from Ardin since..” Roree took her brush and tapped it seven times before snapping. “Since that time the school separated them by accident!”

“Roree, that's not something to be excited about.” Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don't got time for this! I have a match in an hour!”

“Andy it's not until 3.”

“If you're not early you're-”

“late blah blah blah you know i think Deedee knows a german fella you would love.”

“If I wasn't pissed already I would smack you.”

“Oh I would love to see you try!”

Andrew growled and Started to head upstairs, muttering about the upcoming fight. And complaining about Lucky being a whole sea away for another disaster, as he turned and opened the door.

“Aran!- I said- down Cu- I said come on!” Andrew pushed the dog down before giving it a small pat. He looked directly at the bed that had Aran in it. “I know you ain't sick lad, otherwise we would have been to the doctors already… again…”

“i rather be there then see another one of ye go against the bi-”

“Watch your tone.”

Andrew attempted to step over the random clothing and items on the floor, the kid loved to do big projects but god forbid he cleans his room, as he then took Aran’s blanket and pulled them off.

“Hey!”

“You’re goin’. I'm not leaving you: a teenager who witnessed his twin get sent to the hospital because of a damn cheater, alone in a house with more than enough to make us wo-OW!”

Aran slid a pair of horseshoes onto Andrew's foot, and despite seeing it coming it still hurt. Andrew shook his foot before glaring at Aran and picking up the horseshoes.

“You're going, rather you're being willing or not. And I can hold up me own with you so I suggest-”

“Yeah I'm feckin’ going lieutenant bollox.”

That got a smack from Andrew as Aran got up. Who just rolled his eyes and grabbed a sleeveless hoodie from the ground. Andrew rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Ye know we care about ya right?”

“Mhm.”

“..look Aran I promise that im goin’ to remind her not to fuck around with us.”

“And how will you do that?”

Aran took a glance at the horseshoes before stuffing them in his own hoodie’s pocket.

“Going with a different style.”

There were multiple reasons why Andrew never cheated. First, it reminded him of how unfair the world could truly be, the second stemmed from Ardin who once saw Aran break his hand from the horseshoe in glove tactic and now gets on top of people who do that. The 3rd reason was self explanatory, it was just wrong. He got here fair and square and he always wanted to stay like that.

Plus hitting a girl with horseshoes that were your own brother’s seemed wrong. But after a week of hearing the girl shit talk his own family the final straw was definitely close to breaking now.

Yet at the same time, it was still cheating. Even Narcis got onto him about it. Yes he wanted revenge for putting his sister in the hospital but she was 19 and able to stand her own ground normally.

“This is a mistake,” He muttered, adjusting his gloves.

There was a faint line that showed where the horseshoes were. He had time to call for a glove check. That would make a fair fight. He turned around to his coach but before he could say anything his opponent started yapping.

“Ey! Rran! You ready to prove to your own country that your family is full of weak and pathetic people? Thought your sister would relay the message!”

Rran- I mean Andrew snapped his head back, giving his opponent a death glare as his coach tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ay, you need something lad?”

Andrew thought for a moment before the bell signaling the start sounded.

“Just have medics on stand by.”

He got up from his corner, hearing the announcer shout the name Aran Ryan, god he's going to need to change that soon, with a lot more accuracy then the bitch Infornt of him ever actually did.

God will it be a blessing for her to shut up and have a ruined face.

The referee stepped onto the mat in-between the two, not uncommon when you put two enemies together in a match, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Ight let's get this over with. This is a time trial so you only have 3 minutes. Once those three minutes are up you both go back to your corners and I'll decide the winner. You both should know the tko and ko rules by now right?”

“Yeah yeah can we get punching now?”

“Andrew, I will personally give you 20 euros if you break her mouth.”

Punch blade looked quite offended at that as Andrew just rolled his eyes.

“Oh relax about him.”

He glared at punch blade.

“I'm going to do much much worse.”

As the bell rung again Andrew’s coach went over to the doors, specifically where Roree and Aran were.

“Shouldn't yo-”

“I'm getting the medics like he asked. Wanna come?”

“No thanks. I got the short straw with this one.”

Aran slightly nudged Roree for that statement, solely because it wasn't a wise discussion even for him to smack someone who has a metal weight on her wrist. That alone was probably 5 pounds. Let alone the fact she was kinda an official arms wrestler. He proceeded to watch the fight, only slightly noticing something was off.

“Hey Roree?”

“Hm?”

“I think he broke her back.”

“Oh very fu- wait what.”

As if on cue as Roree turned around she saw Andrew push the screaming girl off of him, and landed a kick right in the stomach. Not a signature move in the ring. But definitely a signature move outside of it. And it always landed someone in the hospital and him in the station.

“Oh shit- uh Aran im going to run somewhere you just um stay.”

Aran just gave a thumbs up as Roree ran into the hall.

Meanwhile the referee started the count as soon as punch blade hit the floor, but stopped when he saw Andrew pull another punch directly in her face.

“Hey. Andrew, that's enough! Back to your corner!”

But Andrew didn't care, he continued the punches, landing them in spots that would definitely leave more than a bruise.

The only time he stopped was when a blade sliced over his glove, cutting it open, Resulting in the horseshoe falling out and a gasp from the crowd, even Aran looked shocked at the scene.

The shock eventually wore off as punch blade took her knife out of her glove and attempted to stab Andrew with it, only for him to grab her arm and smash the horseshoe right onto it.

The look in his eyes was almost chilling as he lifted the thing up, like he was contemplating something, before he smashed the horseshoe right into her mouth. Breaking past the mouth guard and cracking a few teeth, the second time did a few in.

He then grabbed her hair and smashed the side of her head, right where her ear was. He was about to go for her neck next when something grabbed the horseshoe and yanked it out of his hand.

“Jesus fuck Andrew enough! She's down! You won!”

Roree tossed the horseshoe aside and grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him away while a medic looked at punch blade. The ring was now stained with blood.

“Dude the hell did you do to her?”

The referee got onto the ring while looking at punch blade, causing Andrew to look too.

Frankly what was listed wasn't the only thing he apparently did, there was a gash on her head and she was spitting pieces of teeth and mouth guard out, but she was clenching the side of her torso, specifically where the ribs were. And it was clear her arm was broken, or at least fractured. Her leg was sprained. Frankly Andrew didn't actually recall what he did or didn't do, but the horrified look on the peoples faces he could see spelled it all.

He almost killed her.

“Andrew?”

No response, what was there to say anyways? ‘oh i'm sorry for nearly killing you’?

Like he could have gotten the words out, his entire body was shaking, almost near hyperventilating.

Without another word he pulled his arm away from Roree, got up and rushed off the ring. Not even stopping as his sister yelled for him, then he was just gone.

It was only an hour after statements were given and the fun of it. In full frank nobody in any of the WVBA's would say anything bad about Andrew, hell shark bite from Australia even said he should have killed Lucy, yet it was completely useless as the officials found a letter of resignation and Andrew’s locker cleaned out shortly after they went to find him. Causing quite the worry in some of the Ireland officials and his own siblings.

“I'm sure he's fine. This was just. Something out of the ordinary he’ll come back!”

“No. No Aran he isn't.”

Roree sighed as she stopped herself from putting her head on the steering wheel of the car. Aran was holding his horseshoes Andrew stole, a case wasn't opened so it wasn't used as evidence, Aran wished it was though. It was probably more blood then horseshoe now, he had it wrapped in a couple of paper towels but they didn't do a good job of absorbing the blood. And frankly he was still scared of the whole thing, funny considering the fact he wasn't scared of anything else.

“Aran. If he's home I don't want you talking to him. Not yet anyways.”

Aran was about to protest as Roree held up her hand.

“You. You don't know this side of him. Frankly I rather you don't even come inside ‘til I tell you. Just, leave us alone to talk. Alright?”

There was more worry in her voice now. As if she was contemplating what she would find when she got home.

“Actually. If he is home -call Narcis, he had a fight with an Irish rookie today he should still be here, unless he actually likes making 2 to 6 hour trips.”

They stopped at their house, seeing Andrew’s bike just tossed onto the ground.

“Well at least he made it home in one piec- wait when did bring his bike?!”

“I think he just kept it there just in case.”

“Aran do me a favor and don't do that when you and Ardin move to new york. They're worse than here.”

Roree got out of the car and tossed her phone over to Aran.

“Narcis’s name is under ‘golden bastard’- don't tell Andrew- I'm going to go talk to him.”

Aran gave a thumbs up again as Roree went inside, her first notice was the mirror being foggy, the second was hot water being run.

“Andrew, you better not have been trying to wash your hands clean of blood like Lady Macbeth with hot water again!”

The water was shut off as the sound of a towel being quickly wrapped around hands was heard. How? Because he kept hitting the sink with his hand as Roree noticed him cleaning the sink from water drops.

“Andrew.”

“what?”

“The hell are you doing?”

“...dishes.”

“What dishes? I did them this morning before we left!”

Andrew stayed silent as Roree walked over, steam was still leaving the stink as she grabbed the towel and pulled it off, seeing his typically slightly tan but still pale skin being sunburnt red. She just sighed as if this wasn't the first time.

“I'm not going to bug you on that. Why did you quit?”

“Why? Ain’t it obvious?”

Roree just shook her head at that.

“Andy, nobody in that association is going to turn you in. Hell they'll even drop the to-”

“I don't care. I still broke my own morals and almost killed someone in the ring!”

“That's.. well that's a bit of an over statement aint it?”

“Oh when the hell is it?!”

Andrew slammed his hand on the sink, before pulling it back.

“It doesn't matter, Roree. I'm not going back to a place that allows filthy cheaters to compete.”

“Aran’s a filthy cheater. I’m a filthy cheater. Are you saying-”

“You two are different. And again it doesn't and will not matter! Frankly I was already planning on quitting. This was just a send off.”

Roree was taken aback a bit from that.

“But you love boxing! It was your dream! What changed?”

“There's a difference between a dream and a reality, Roree. My dream was boxing. The reality is that no matter what somebody is going to cheat someone out of something.”

Andrew put a hand on his head. “I'm getting a headache. I'm going to bed.”

Before Roree could say anything he tossed the towel onto her head and walked off to his room. The door slammed shut as he entered it. Roree just looked onwards. Pondering if he was being serious or not. Then the front door slammed open.

“DUDE YOU BROKE THE FECKIN' HANDLE!”

well on the high note. At Least they could now replace that ugly door handle Narcis just ripped off. Roree didn't say anything, just pointed to Andrew’s room as Narcis Sprinted to his room. She proceeded to glare at Aran.

“What?”

“I told you to just call him.”

“I did!”

“You said something, what was it?”

“Just a recap of everything.”

“I'm never trusting you with calling someone ever again.”

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Love In Hell

Pairing:Minho x Newt

Summary:While Minho thinks Newt is looking at Thomas, Newt has someone completely different on his mind.

It's not the time to be in love. Not out in the middle of the Scorch (hell). It's not a good idea to be in love in hell.

What the shuck am I supposed to do about it though? Just push back every emotion I have until we're safe? Pretend it's not there?

Pretend the way he keeps looking at Thomas isn't getting under my skin?

It was starting to show by the one word responses I would give him. Because while he's looking at Teresa, Newt is looking at him, while I’m looking at Newt. It's just not fair.

I was glaring at him again. I wasn't trying to, but I was. He still has Newt’s attention in a way that I want. What did he ever do to deserve it?

Not fair, not fair, not fair! It's not fair!

“You okay there?”Fry asked.

“Fine,”I answered shortly.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Are you-”

“I said I’m fine,”I snapped, getting up and walking further away. Why is he in my business? Why is anyone in my business? Why can’t everyone just leave me the hell alone?

Storming away more, I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at the air. This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Hey Min-”

“What do you want!?”I shouted without actually listening to their voice. Turning around, I instantly felt like klunk when I saw that it was Newt.

“I was just checking on you, but if you want to be left alone-”

“No. Not if it's you,”I said quickly.

“You want me to walk with you then? Blow off some steam?”He offered.

“Yes. Yes I would,”I agreed. Going up to me, he stayed next to me as we headed to who knows where. It didn't matter as long as I got to actually spend time with him.

“What's been up with you lately? You’ve been off for a while now,”He asked.

“Nothing,”I lied, not meeting his gaze.

“I’ve known you for three years. I definitely know when you're lying,”He pointed out.

“It doesn't matter, okay? Let's just talk about something else,”I suggested.

“Okay. Well, Tommy-”

“Enough about Thomas! I don't want to hear about him!”I snapped, throwing him a harsh look. Looking at me with wide eyes, he then crossed his arms as he cocked his head to the aide as if it would let him see inside mine. Glancing to the right, I refused to look at him.

“Are you jealous of Thomas?”He rightfully accused.

“What's it matter? You obviously have feelings for him so whatever I feel doesn't mean anything,”He grumbled.

“And what do you feel?”He interegated, stepping closer to me.

“Nothing you would ever feel about me. For Thomas, sure, but me? No.”

“I can't tell you if that's true if you don't say what it is, can I?”He whispered, stepping forward so that one more inch would push my lips against his.

“Is it not obvious by my words now?”

“Maybe it is, but I can't be sure. Not unless I hear you say it.”

“Fine,”I gave in, taking a breath. “In the middle of this hell I realized something. When I pushed that Crank off of you in the mall, the way I could have lost you again brought me back to years ago. I was too young to know it then, but I definitely do now. I’m older now. I’m old enough to finally realize that I’m in love with you. So take your eyes off of Thomas, and look at me,”I finished, pressing my palms to his face so he had to. So he had to look at me, and I had to stare directly into his warm brown eyes with flecks of gold in them.

“It's a good thing I was never looking at Thomas, isn't it?”

“Then who have you been looking at?”

“Don't you already know?”

“I do. I’m just waiting for you to say it,”I dared.

“You Minho. I’ve always been looking at you,”He admitted, putting his arms around my shoulders. Doing the same, I leaned in until my lips were pressed against his. Kissing me back, he pulled me so close we may as well have been one person, and we wouldn't have minded that. We both knew that. We both felt it as I deepened the kiss, and he let me. He didn't hesitate to let me, proving that he had been waiting for this, hoping for this, wishing for this, just as much as I did.

This is fair. This is the exact kind of love in hell that I’ve been waiting for.

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Moon Dust

I’ve been in worse situations.. 

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6. No Signal

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC:  3.8k 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day bbys xx

Morning came faster than you would've wished. Although being unfamiliar, you were beginning to enjoy being hold while sleeping. His large frame keeping you warm and sheltered from the cold air while his strong chest— 

"Are you okay?" hearing the voice coming from outside. 

You simply smiled to yourself as you strapped your blaster in place. Your bags were already packed and ready to go, thanks to Mando. As you came out of the cave, you're being greeted by your new favorite tin man already in his beskar. “Have you already eaten?” you asked smiling, but the smile quickly turned into confusion. 

He handed a bowl to you, "I did, here, I made some for you.” You took it as you watched him put the fire out. “We should get moving if we want to be back to the ship by sundown.” 

You nodded, taking a bite and started to walk. You couldn't help but notice how cold he was towards you. You tried not to think too much of it. Maybe he was just exhausted. I mean, you guys had a pretty rough couple of days. All of this was new to you both and not knowing exactly what was next was definitely toying with you. He's probably just still on edge, you told yourself. 

After an hour of walking, you felt tired. None of you had said a single word to each other since you had left. Not that you cared much for it, but you were still concerned. “Where's that lake anyway? Are you sure we're going in the right direction?” 

He halts, turning around as quickly, “are you saying that I'm wrong?” 

His defensive tone left you shocked. “N-no I'm just wondering.. It's just that yesterday– “ 

“Yesterday what?” His voice was becoming harder.  

You sighed, shaking your head, “nothing.” but you heard the leather of his gloves cracking as he rolled his hands into fists. Without a word, he ignited his jetpack before taking off. “Hey! Where are you going??” You tried to shout louder but he was already gone. As you looked around you felt defeated. He was finally starting to open to you. And now you felt like it was back to square one. “I should've just stayed quiet. Why do I even care that he's gone? Why do I care if he doesn’t talk to me? Ugh, this is just stupid...” 

After a moment you finally calmed down, sitting on a boulder. Waiting for him to come back and he does. Hearing the noise of his jetpack coming closer, you see him coming down through the trees branches before landing. 

“Where were you? I didn't even know if you were coming back..” Were the first words coming out of you. You were mad and it showed. 

He took a deep breath, “You really thought I'd leave you here?” Saying as he walked pass you. 

The fact that he looked so calm made you angrier for some reason. “I don’t know, you just left me.” 

He sighed, “I was just looking for the lake.” he answered in a cold voice. “Come..”  

But you were too angry to even look at him. Frowning your brows and lips, you begin to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” You heard him say from behind, but you didn't bother to answer. “I see, using my own actions against me. Clever, you're a cleaver girl..” You just ignored him the best you could. Walking faster as you approached the ship. He didn't say a word as he followed you. Which pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck on this planet, but you were stuck with a brute. A handsome, annoying, brute. 

Arriving at the ship, you got in without even glancing back. Moving quickly and directly to your room. You didn't care about anything right now. Not him, not your family, not even this prison planet. You were feeling more alone than ever before. Even in training, when you were completely alone in the woods, you knew it would end at some point. But this, this was different. There was a possibility that this was it. That there was no way of going back. It might never end. You might never see your family again. None of them. 

After about an hour of lying in bed, you could feel and hear your stomach rumble. Maybe there's still some ration bars left in the kitchen. You told yourself before sitting up on the edge of the bed, feeling like the air in your room thick. With the back of your sleeves, you dried the tears that had fallen on your cheeks earlier. Finally, with heavy legs, you stood up. You were feeling drained and empty but mostly hungry. As you gathered your forces to get more energy, you moved carefully to the small kitchen. Without the Mandalorian in sight, you saw a single portion of meat and veggies on the table. He still cooked for me?  Surprised, you took it. Feeling instantly guilty for the way you treated him earlier. Did you go too hard on him? Maybe you should've given him a chance to explain? You blinked a few times as you felt dizzy. Nothing seemed rational at this point. You sighed as you looked to the fresher. Maybe a shower would do you some good. 

Meanwhile the Mandalorian was in the cockpit. Sitting on his pilot chair as he played with a metal sphere. Rolling and passing it in between his fingers. He didn't know what to do or say to you. Not used to having company in general and for him, you were definitely a challenge. He was scared to lose what he had with you even though he knew it was wrong. He just couldn't help it. Just walking behind you in silence was killing him. All he wanted was to grab you and hold you close but he knew better than to come to you when you were angry. Still, it was killing him that you were feeling this way towards him. You were intoxicating him in the best way possible. He knew he had to make it right.  

Hearing you come out of the fresher made his heart pounce. When did she come out of her room? He wondered. Sighing, he got up from the comfort of his chair, heading towards the ladder. 

- 

You were still walking around the kitchen when you saw the man come down the cockpit. Your heart was pounding faster at the sight of him. Why am I feeling this way? Why am I nervous? He just a man, a stoic, strong, and– 

He comes walking towards you slowly. “You're right, about earlier? I'm sorry. I should've said something. It wasn't fair to you. We're a team. If we are going to survive on this planet, we need to work together.” He let out as he nervously played with the tip of his gloved fingers. He took more firm steps in your direction. “I don't know how to be around you. I–I've never been.. Please forgive me cyare.” 

You felt small. Even though you had your towel covering your frame, you felt much more naked than you were. You ended up simply nodding. Accepting his apology to quickly end this awful conversation. 

He anxiously stroked his thumb on your jaw. “Can you–” he stopped, clearing his throat, “do you want to come sleep with me?” Asking, tilting his helmet slightly. Seeing your eyes round up at his request, he quickly corrected himself, “No uh, I don't want to sleep alone. I-I like being with you...” 

You smiled shyly, nodding as you took a step forward. “Sure, I'll sleep by your side.” As he was about to turn, you quickly add, “I’m sorry too.” 

He took your hand, squeezing your fingers before taking you into his room. Once inside, he took a shirt from his small closet. Putting it over your head. You could see him swallow as his fingertips brushed the side of your hips. “Here, you're going to be more comfortable.” He says before turning around and start to remove his armor. His shirt was too big on you, falling right above you knees but most importantly, it smelled like him. While waiting, you moved under the covers, watching him remove piece by piece the weapons and beskar covering his shape. Having only his helmet, shirt and pants left. You stared at him as if he was the only man left in this galaxy. Which right now, kind of feels like it. Gawking at his muscular physique showing through the fabric as he carefully places his weapons in a safe case.  

He turned his helmet looking quickly at you, “sorry won't take long.” 

With your cheeks all red, you smile softly, “take your time” 

He chuckled at your comment. After closing the light off, you heard the hissing of his helmet before you feel him joining you in bed, “you like watching me.” he whispers, stating more than questioning. 

You moved more comfortably. Adjusting yourself as he shifted closer to you. “I also like your arms around me.” 

He smiled to himself, guiding your body in the dark so he could hold you from behind, “like this?” Moving his hand smoothly against your hip. His fingertips digging slightly into your flesh. 

You nodded feeling your eyes heavy. Closing them before feeling his hardness in between your ass cheeks. He moved his face in the nape of your neck, breathing into your hair. “I'm sorry, I'm just happy you're here. I mean not here on this planet but—” 

“Mando, sleep..” you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. You can however, definitely get used to this. It's ridiculously how you feel comfortable and safe in his presence. You might be stuck here but you were stuck here with him. And after the day and past few weeks you've had, this was a good thing. 

You woke up to the low sound of wind rustling through the walls of the ship. Branches lightly brushing the outside shell. When you began to realize where you were. The Mandalorian was still deeply asleep next to you. You felt the cold morning air moving into the ship crawling up your legs and quickly, the oversized tee that you were wearing was no longer enough. 

Carefully, you got out. Making sure not to look back at him as you opened the door. You know you can't see his face. Even if technically, you could. 

Entering your small room, you go directly for your clothes. Wondering what he looked like underneath his helmet. You knew he had a strong jaw and a short beard but that was all you got. You also didn't want to wonder too much since you couldn't see him anyway. After changing, you ended up getting into your own bed, not wanting to wake him up by going back in. Closing your eyes as you finally get warm and cozy under your covers. 

- 

You woke up again, slowly hearing the door sliding open as heavy boots were walking towards you. Moving your eyes up, you meet the Mandalorian. Who was now watching you from above and he didn't look like he was in a good mood. He wore the same outfit he went to bed with but has his helmet on. “Is everything okay?” You asked worryingly rubbing your eyes, but he doesn't say a single word. “Did I do somethi— “ 

“–You weren't there. I woke up and you weren't there...” His voice is dry. 

You sat up frowning your brows, “In your bed? I'm sorry Mando, I was cold and went to get my clothes. I just fell asleep.” 

“I thought you had left.” His voice was breaking slightly. Oh, he was hurt. If you hadn't spent your time analyzing his overall body language theses pass weeks  you might've missed it. And that's when you realized. He was no longer a stranger. 

“I was just cold and tired. I swear I wouldn't just leave. Plus, where do you want me to go anyway? We're stuck here.” 

His body stiffened at your words, “Well I'm sorry that you're stuck with me...”  

“That's not what I said, and you know it. What's going on?” He turned around about to walk out of your room. “Please talk to me, I can't help if– “ 

He halted, his back still turned to you. “I have never removed my helmet.” 

“Is this what this is about? I haven’t looked, I promise.” 

He played nervously with the tips of his bare fingers. “You must understand. I never removed my helmet in front of anyone, except my son and even then, it only happened once. I– “ 

“Stop.” You couldn’t take it anymore. This was going in a direction that you weren't prepared for. You needed to make him understand. You needed to be honest. “I like you Din, I like you a lot.” You could feel the warmth going straight to your blushing cheeks as you said the words. But your chest started to hurt as he just turned around and stared at you motionless. You swallowed, looking around the room. Trying to quickly find a hole deep enough to hide in. You weren't the one to run away but his rejection would be too much to bear. Especially right now. 

He lets out a low growl, “I do too” tilting his helmet as he moved closer. Hovering you with his broad shape. With better lighting, you could see the prominent veins crippling along his arms as he kneeled on the bed. Crawling over to come join you. His muscles twitching and contracting as he placed his semi harden cock over your mount. Moving slowly as his bare callous fingers grazed the side of your neck. “I’m sorry, he whispered, I just want you so much.” He brought them to your chin, swiping them over your bottom lip. You let out a pleasant shaky breath and that's all he needed to know before his hand reached to close the light console on the side of your bed. Removing his helmet in the process. 

Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour. This felt good, so good. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking about anything. Simply enjoying the hands of a strong and tender man roaming your body in the dark. A smile appeared on your lips when you finally sense his, slowly moving down your neck. The air in the room felt thicker and warmer as he removed your top and his along the way. 

As you tried to anchor yourself in the dark, you placed your hands flat on his chest. If you couldn’t see his face, could you at least touch it? Slowly you moved them up to the side of his neck. He stayed still, rigid even, as if he was trying to figure out what to do but didn’t stop you. You could feel his body moving slightly back as you brought your fingers to his jaw, who was clenched. Feeling his chest muscles contracting on your forearms before coarse, hard hair came poking at your fingertips. Which only sparked your curiosity. You moved them quickly to his lips. Feeling them shaking slightly while his mustache was tickling you. He was nervously breathing heavier as you moved them higher to his cheeks. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you.  

He grunted, holding the side of your head as he kissed you like a starved man, pushing his tongue inside, searching for yours. For a man who never kissed before he wasn't half bad. He was a bit sloppy, but you had a feeling that he was just really driven. Especially since he keeps grinding his cock over your clothed pussy. 

Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved his lips to your chest. Your nipples were already hardened from the cold morning air trapped in the ship. He hummed against your skin as he grabbed one with his mouth. Holding your tits in place while making sure to squeeze them softly occasionally as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipples. All you could hear were your heavy breaths followed by Mando's muffled low moans. The wet noise of his plumped lips sucking and pulling lightly on your flesh made it hard not to drip everywhere. 

You were getting lost in pleasure as you raked your hands into his hair. pulling them as he let go of your tits to give one single wet kiss to your belly, adjusting himself in lower. What is he doing? Feeling his fingers grabbing your pants from the inside on each side of your hips, pulling them completely off. Softly passing the back of his fingers on your thigh, he moved them gradually in between your thighs. You could hear him swallow and breathe deep. Sensing a single finger softly brushing your clit. The sensation jolts inside of you. You were way more sensitive than you thought. Making you moan instantly to his touch. 

Hearing you made him chuckled as he now passed them through your folds. His fingertips were staying at your entrance, toying with you. Gliding softly in while making sure not to push too far but just enough to make you want more. “Mando please,” you finally cried out. Pressured by your pleasured pleas, he slides one inside. Slowly pushing in and out a few times before putting his whole mouth around you. This was heaven and hell as he added another finger inside. He took his time pumping his digits as he gave your engorged clit some gentle sucks here and there. You whined as soon as he pulled them away.  

His sudden absence left you disoriented. Even in the pitch dark of your room, you could sense him stroke himself with your leftover slick on his hand. You brought your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. Growing impatient to feel him inside. Trapped in between your legs, he adjusts his cock in front of your entrance. Without warning, you sank on it as you pulled him by his neck to kiss him.  

Taken by surprise, he stopped moving. “Fuuck,” he grunted out. “Slow down you're, you're tight cyar’ika...” Taking your hand while you made his dick slowly disappear effortlessly inside of you.  

As you adjusted yourself to him and him to you, you passed a hand on jaw, ‘’Cyar’ika?’’ 

You felt him smile shyly against your hand, ‘’it means sweetheart’’ Now trusting in fully, holding you by the hip. Making you wince at your sensitive cunt clenching around him before he kissed your palm. He let out some low moans as he rhythmically pushed against your core. With all that edging you were close to your release, and he knew it. Bending down he kissed you fully, “Maker cyare...”  

You made him go deeper by bringing your legs around him, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah...” he moaned out, feeling his lips curl against yours. It didn't take long before you start whimpering against him. Feeling that rush moving between your thighs. He followed you closely as you came together. 

Feeling lightheaded as you catch your breath. He came to lay by your side, still in your pitch-black room. The only thing that was anchoring you to reality was his chest moving up and down as if he was the calmest river. 

As you were wrapped in his arms, you couldn't help but wonder more about him. You never really met a Mandalorian before Din, and you were full of questions. “Were you always a Mandalorian?” You asked softly. 

“No, they found me when I was a foundling. my parents were killed during the war, and they took me as one of their own.” 

“I'm so sorry.” 

He doesn't say anything because well there's nothing much to say. Simply passing his thumb over your shoulder. “I'm the one who's sorry, about earlier? I should've said my intentions. The crew must be informed at all times.” 

“The crew uh..” 

He chuckled through his nose as he pets your head. “Would you come with me? To look for the lake?” 

You smile softly, “yeah, okay.” He gave your forehead a kiss as he shifted in the bed. Taking the blanket to make sure your body was covered. He quickly gathered his scattered clothes. “What if we’re really trapped here? On this planet..” You sensed Mando shifting through the darkness before hearing his voice still crisp and clear “Keep your eyes close” he asked. Now seeing red behind your eyelids, you feel his knee moving in between your thighs. 

“Mando? What are you doing?” 

All you could hear was his breathing, “I want to see you with my eyes, no helmet.” 

Grabbing your jaw, he moved your face upward to him. You could feel his gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip before sensing his plush ones pressing onto yours. You began to feel aroused again as he pushed his tongue in, tasting you again. He smiled instantly as he saw you moved slightly against his knee. “You're so beautiful cyare.” Giving you one last peck. He let go of you before hearing the click of his helmet followed by his modulated voice. “I will always make sure that you are safe.” 

“That’s not what I mean, can I open my eyes?” 

“Yes” 

And as you do you see your clothes already placed in front of you. You start to dress yourself, “I mean we don’t have anything. No medicine, almost no tools and we’re about to go out of food pretty soon.” 

“Now it’s you who needs to stop. We’ll figure something out. We’re both warriors and resourceful. I don’t see how we couldn’t make this work.” 

“Din...” 

He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in worse situations..” 

You smiled to him, shaking your head slightly, “you’re right. I’m sure we will find a way to get back. Anyway, if we leave for the lake now, we could be back in time before sunset.” 

“Uh yeah, I'll go put my Armor on.” As he walked away, he kept thinking back to your words. Find a way to get back... He knew this planet was hostile and it wasn’t the best place to be, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he secretly enjoys being trapped here with you. He knew that this relationship wouldn’t work in the real world. You were way too good, way too beautiful to be with a man who you couldn’t even see his face. He knew the dangers of being here but at the same time there was nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He took a deep breath as he gets into his beskar. One day at a time, one day at a time... 

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hello mijin😀!!! i have this headcannon that both jotaro and kakyoin are really good at ballroom dancing but don’t really show it but on their hs graduation day the reader convinces the pair to do a dance with her (“If you love me then you’ll do it” situation with jotaro because he was embarrassed but loves the reader too much to say no)

so on their graduation, after everyone was called up and stuff, the headmaster announces smth like “and now we have l/n y/n kakyoin noriaki and kujo jotaro for …” kinda thing.

ok now i’m rambling but i hope you get what i mean🙏

awww the idea's cute 💕 Jotaro having to dance ballroom with his lover and best friend is something I never thought I needed 💕 Hmm though I'm gonna be honest, I don't know how to write this as a full fledged fic as I usually do since you've already provided the story 😅, but I'm gonna give you a cute drabble instead! Also made some small tweaks to your request here and there.

Hope you enjoy! 💌

May I Have This Dance - Jotaro x Reader

"Hey Kakyoin!"

The cherry-haired student turned to you with a friendly smile. "Oh hey Y/N, is something up?"

"Did you know we have to dance at our graduation ceremony?" You said, almost whining. "And here I thought we're just gonna go on stage, take our diplomas, and throw our hats as all students do during graduation events."

Kakyoin chuckled. "Yeah, I did know about the ballroom dance. I was told ahead of time."

"You aren't... opposed to the idea of dancing in front of multiple people?

"Well, there are other pairs that will dance with us. Besides," he smirked placing his finger under his chin. "We do know how to dance to ballroom music-"

"No shot! You're kidding, right?!" You exclaimed. "And... we?"

"Jotaro and I."

A pause.

"Jotaro too?!" Your boyfriend of a year. Who never shared any interest to dancing nor has he looked like the type to. Yet his friend proclaimed that he just so happened to be good at it.

"You didn't know? Ah well to be fair, he's good at it recently," Kakyoin said. "Apparently, he overheard faculty saying about planning a ballroom dance weeks prior and he asked me to help him with some pointers."

"Guy's a fast learner. Got to give him that."

"Why though? He doesn't even like fancy stuff like that."

Your friend sent a knowing stare and a raised brow at your direction. Your cheeks flared at the implied answer. For you.

"S-Still... I have to see it for myself."

And you would as time passed and your batch have just graduated. It was evening and the post-ceremony party was at hand. Students have opted to switch their academic robes with cocktail dresses of different styles and suits aimed to impress.

Following the dress code, you wore your finest dress that may or may not have let the bypassing teenagers turn their heads at you. Though, none have went past staring when your boyfriend stood intimidating beside you in his formal attire without his hat.

Kakyoin joined you two shortly after his arrival and just in time as the MC occupied the podium, welcoming the newly graduates and laying out a speech about what's to lie ahead.

Then the awaited ballroom dance happened.

Everyone who knew the steps were called to the center, students in glee as they pulled their partners to the spotlight.

You glanced at Jotaro, who was very much hiding most of his blushing face behind his hand, brows furrowed and arms crossed. "Come on~ I know you know some steps." You nudged his elbow. "If you love me, then you'll show it to me~"

He grumbled something under his breath but couldn't pick up any words due to the music playing in the background.

You weren't complaining since you knew how much public performances were not his forte. But you did have a plan on how to bring him out of his shell.

The music would change three times during this segment- one that started with a generally energetic party song danced individually, then switched to a song that remained it's sappy upbeat tune where the dance is now done in pairs, and the last would be soft and sentimental, dedicated to the pairs that would dance to how one would interpret a "ballroom dance".

Majority would join in the first two, leaving the last to a handful of duos. Mostly couples or close friends.

This is where you joined in.

The moment the 2nd song faded out, Kakyoin lent out a hand for you to take and casting your boyfriend one last coy smile, you joined the cherry-haired to the center.

And your dance with him went as well as you expected. Given how few were dancing to this part, you could feel the eyes of the other men dancing stare at you, wanting to be your partner. But you didn't pay them any attention as you focused on coordinating your steps with Kakyoin.

"Do you think it'll work?" You muttered.

"Trust me it will," he replied in a second.

Just then, the music swelled as the chorus played out. The guys had to twirl their partners as a transition to pairing with another. And Kakyoin did just that- raised his arm to allow you to turn away from him and to another.

Given how every other duo seemed to compress closer to you and Kakyoin, anticipating for your hand, you had to tell yourself to accept someone else if it wasn't the one you weren't expecting it to be.

Just as you held the nearest hand and collided with your new partner, the eyes that greeted you weren't the violet colors of your friend nor was it the dark browns of the other men.

But the aquamarine hues of your lover.

A wide smile graced your face as Jotaro guided you through the motions of the dance, your left hand placed on his shoulder while his right laid on your waist. "You did come after all."

"You think I won't get annoyed by how many of our batch mates are eyeing you like meat?" He said with a sigh. "Also the noisy ones started talking me."

You chuckled just as the both of you spun in a graceful circle. Through your peripherals, nearly everyone in the room forgot about the other duos. All eyes watched their infamous delinquent and popular darling perform their ballroom dance in a mix of awe and envy.

Kakyoin stood by in the side, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched his closest friends centerstage.

"Aww was it just for those reasons?"

He clicked his tongue, shying away from your beaming gaze with the pink still present on his cheeks. "Don't play dumb. You know I practiced this whole damn thing for a reason."

"I know," you giggled as the song came to its last chorus. The grand swell of the melody prompted your boyfriend to grab your waist, lifting you up as he turned you mid-air.

The second he gently placed you down together with the calming of the music, you couldn't help but lay your head against his chest as the raven-haired swayed you along to the remaining minutes.

"Your practice paid off, love. You did great."

Through the applaud of the crowd, you heard Jotaro hum in acknowledgement together with lightly tightening his hand holding yours.

"I'm glad."