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In Your Head (And Out Of Your Heart) (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n requested

Also, I promise I've got others lined up. There was just a wave of Stephy and Cait lined up in my requests, and I'm just doing first come, first served rn 😅

Summary: Moments for the trio, complications, expectations, and satisfactory temptations. or all the times everybody but the three of you realise you love them a little more than friends do.

Sleek muscular lines run up the outside of her calves, defining themselves with every strain of the muscular legs belonging to the sweet and bubbly Australian.

Apparently, facing the treadmills away from the wall so that one could see the whole gym when doing their runs was what the interior designers wanted.

It also meant anyone doing hip thrusts was in your direct line of sight, facing off to the side.

The way her shorts ride up slightly, showing off toned thighs, was another problem.

You shake your head a little.

Why were you ogling... again..

Steph's your best friend. You don't want to make it awkward. Sure, all friends called each other hot and stuff, but they definitely don't check each other out in attempted subtlety.

The soft grunts as she lifts up the bar permeate through the music in your left ear leaving your cheeks to darken significantly.

Of course, in the midst of that, you make the mistake of taking a small sip from your water bottle whilst mid run.

Steph let's the weight settle back onto the ground away from her, but in the process of stretching out again, her shirt lifts slightly, revealing a sliver of the soft, newly tanned skin you'd been imagining feeling under your fingertips for months on end.

Water gets caught halfway down your throat as your breath hitches and with that a coughing fit that makes you end up in a piled heap on the ground.

A concerned hand patting your back, helping you regain your breathing, grabs your attention.

It's a familiar hand that you immediately recognise as belonging to the other call for your affection.

If your cheeks weren't already bright red from exertion and nearly dying, they would've darkened further at your treadmill buddy having been the one to spot you on the ground.

Though given the amount of racket you've just made, drawing attention from the whole squad and their trainers, Caitlin isn't the only one now watching you with a concerned look.

"You alright, Dahl?"

You nod, accepting the hand up from the brunette, brushing yourself off quickly.

"Fine, just water went down the wrong hole." You joke mildly.

A smile tugging at the corner of Caitlin's lips makes your stomach warm, and you have to fight every urge to run away in embarrassment as it quickly morphs into a smirk.

"Maybe don't drink water mid stride next time, cutie."

With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you quickly return to the treadmill once again, shooting the onlooking blue eyed striker a reassuring smile as she watches you return to position with a careful gaze, though doing so makes your heart beat a little faster in your chest.

With that, you resort to getting lost in thought instead of so blatantly staring.

You have to get your feelings under control and fast.

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"Do you think she notices?"

Steph's head perks up from it's position resting on her propped up hand.

"What?"

Beth gestures to your shaking form, body rattling with laughter as you talk with your teammates during breakfast.

"Y/n."

"Does she notice what?"

Steph's confused look is met with a cynical one from the blonde.

"Does she notice it when you both give her 'fuck me' eyes?"

Caitlin just about spits out her food across from them, coughing to avoid choking, and then swallowing.

"What the fuck are you on about?"

Beth scoffs.

"Please, you both know exactly what I'm talking about. Steph, you were staring at the girl for exactly one minute and thirty two seconds before I had to call your attention away just then and Caitlin, don't act like you weren't ogling the poor girl while she was relying on you as her spotter when she was doing her squat sets yesterday."

Steph's face goes mildly pink as she shakes her head.

"Yeah, no. There's no 'fuck me' eyes. At all. I'm happily engaged to Dean. Beffy, I have no idea what you're seeing here."

"Yeah, Beth, this is weird, even for you. I'm happy as I am with Lia."

"You guys... seriously?"

They both nod, Steph quickly changing the subject with a final glare at Beth so she doesn't protest for the rest of the meal.

They both finish up their food swiftly, taking off separately.

Beth groans, sliding her hand down her face. This was gonna be harder than she thought. There was no way she'd be able to get one of you to admit your feelings, let alone all three of you, by herself. She needed help.

And she knew just who to ask.

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"No."

"But I haven't even-"

The captain holds up her hand, silencing the englishwoman.

"I'm not getting involved with whatever you've got planned."

"But Kimmy!"

The striker whines, latching onto the older woman hoping she'll give in to the puppy dog eyes.

"Beth-"

"I need help getting Y/n, Cait and Stephy to admit they're in love with each other."

That makes Kim's brows raise.

"Hell no. I'm not getting involved in other people's love lives. That's a definite fucking no. Also what makes you so confident in this information anyways?"

"You mean aside from Y/n nearly breaking something tripping on the treadmill yesterday after watching Stephy do her hip thrusts? Or Caitlin being the first one by her side?"

Assuming her power pose, Kim gives her a sceptical look.

"You mean when she was drinking water and choked? Or when Caitlin, the closest person to her, checked on her?"

Beth groans.

"No! It's not just that. It's the constant staring at each other. You should have seen the eyes Y/n was giving Cait in the locker room the other day. Not to mention the constant teasing from Cait as well. Steph is a like magnet when it comes to those two. The serious heart eyes she had this morning during breakfast were so ridiculously telling. I-"

Kim sighs and puts her hand again, pointing a finger at the striker.

"No, Beth, that's enough of that, honestly, I will not be getting involved in that, and you certainly shouldn't either. If I see you interfering at all."

It's a silent threat, but Beth doesn't need to hear it. Unfortunately, much like a team mother would, Kim would very much ground her. And would very much enforce it, too.

Okay, so maybe Kim wasn't her best option. She'd try Viv, but there's almost 100% chance she'd say no. Steph would normally be her next best option but obviously that's out of the question.

So she resigns to sighing and nodding, leaving the Arsenal captain alone to do her stretches.

Maybe Jen?

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"No, absolutely not."

"But Jen, it's imperative we fix this issue, otherwise, all we'll be stuck with is longing looks for the rest of their lives."

"Beth, there's no issue to fix. Steph is getting married, and Caitlin is in a relationship. You're forgetting Lia is our friend too."

Beth paused for a moment. Jen's right. She hadn't even thought of the repercussions this would have on Lia. She was one of her oldest friends, too. God, she was an ass.

But still, she'd be an ever bigger ass if she couldn't help her friends out a little, right?

"Beffy, I know what you're thinking. But the answer is no. It's not worth it. It'll just create more drama than it's worth, I won't entertain the idea. It's gonna hurt someone, and what, then?"

"I know, I know. But you've gotta admit, there's something there, though, isn't there?"

Jen sighs softly.

"If even there might be an astronomical possibility that they're all magically single and available to mingle, and also completely fine with this. There's an off chance that they might work, given they're all so obviously at least girl crushing a little. But even then, it would still hurt someone."

Her shoulder's deflate, and Jen wraps her arm around her.

"Come on, Beth, just let it go. If it's meant to be, they'll work themselves out. Leave it alone. Now, come on, help me with this cleaning."

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Steph's eyes trail across the pitch, taking but a few mere milliseconds to analyse your next run before sending a cross your way.

The perfectly timed lead allows for a perfectly timed header and a perfectly timed goal, equalising in just the second last minute of reg time.

The crowd erupts, and you bounce over to the defender, arms wrapping tightly around the woman in elation.

"Let's go, babygirl!"

Her hands settle underneath your legs, holding tightly so as to not drop you while your hands hold her face, forehead pressing to hers as you yell victoriously.

The final was Arsenal's for the taking now, thanks to your brilliant header.

The moment only serves to heighten your energy, and you drop from her grip only to jump into the waiting arms of your favourite striker.

"That's my girl!"

Your grin widens, and you shake her shoulders in excitement. Normally, you wouldn't brush aside that sort of comment, but it's in the middle of a game, so it's swept away to never be heard from again.

Returning to positions, Man United get the game underway once more, now downtrodden that they have to get another goal too.

Your heart races when you're given but another opportunity in the second stoppage minute. Or really, it's not much of an opportunity, more like a hail mary.

The ball has left your boot in an attempt at a last-minute miracle to give Arsenal the win.

From nearly fifty yards out, the ball sails far over the defensive line, passing a caught off guard Earps, who you'd spotted off her line just moments ago.

When it ricochets off the woodwork and into the net, you can hardly believe it, dropping to your knees in disbelief that it actually worked.

The noise from the crowd is almost unbearable.

Bodies pile onto yours, forcing you onto the pitch. Screaming and cheers from your teammates leave you matching their excitement and disbelief in your limited wiggles underneath the pile of Arsenal players.

The pile eventually pulls off you, and with several hugs and hair ruffles, you immediately feel the tightest hug between your two favourite people. You throw an arm up at the crowd from between Steph and Caitlin, both of them singing your praises into your ear as loud as they can.

The crowd cheers louder at your gesture, the feelings wash over you finally.

Relief. Happiness. Mild disbelief still.

"You fucking beautiful woman!"

"That's our fucking girl right here, baby!"

You grin up at the two women, squeezing both of them tightly and running back to position with one final wave to the crowd.

Two pairs of eyes watching the interaction exchange looks.

The moment play is restarted, the whistle blows for full time, leaving you and your teammates screaming in celebration.

Steph is the first one to you, jumping into your arms, wrapping tightly around you, and legs wrapping around your waist as you quickly grab them to avoid dropping her.

Your heart beats hard and fast, not sure whether it's the win or Steph's hands grabbing your face and kissing your forehead that does it.

A part of you wants to assume it's the win.

A part of you knows it's both.

That doesn't stop you from relishing in the moment, though, thoroughly enjoying her hands on you, which are now squishing your cheeks adorably.

The moment is gone the moment she leaves your arms, but it doesn't last long.

Caitlin is quick to pile on you next, fingers threading through your hair. While unintentional, it makes you buzz just that little bit more.

When her grin makes your whole body warm, you realise at that moment just how screwed you are.

And if anyone were to ask about your blush at them both kissing your cheeks in a pose for a photo with the trophy, well, you'd just deny it to the ends of the Earth.

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Steph doesn't think about the little things too often. Moments here and there that aren't even so much as waved off, they're that insignificant.

Small touches. Friendly hugs. Little gifts. Every little detail that she normally ignores.

She doesn't think about all the times she's hugged you just that little bit tighter than she does with Beth or Lia.

She doesn't think about the bag of her favourite lollies being left in her cubby after practice that was most definitely planted by you.

She doesn't think about the way her eyes drift to you naturally, watching your form move across the pitch gracefully.

She doesn't think about the way her mood always brightens when she sees you, even if you'd already seen each other five times that day.

She doesn't think about the kiss she leaves on your forehead or cheek when you say hello or goodbye.

Except she does.

At least now that Beth's pointed it out to her.

Truth is, as much as she denied it that day at breakfast, her eyes were locked on you in every spare moment.

Realising just how much you actually invaded her thoughts and senses, well...

It's a startling revelation.

It scares the crap out of her.

She loves Dean and would do anything for the man she's planning to marry. He's a sweetheart. He keeps her on her toes. He takes care of her better than all of her previous partners ever could.

It's a startling revelation when she realises how much time she spends with you and Caitlin over him.

Caitlin.

That one comes out of left field. It definitely worries her, though, her best friend entering her trail of thought, too. That one catches her a little more off guard than she likes.

So, she leaves that one for another time, shoving it back into what was supposed to be a deadbolt box of intrusive thoughts in her head.

She hates how much you invade her head.

When she thinks back on what started it, she can't pinpoint it. Just that you'd always been the sweetest friend to her. Friend. She hates that her stomach turns at the term.

It'd always been you to comfort her in moments of doubt. It was always you she wanted beside her when victory came the team's way.

Steph feels helpless when she realises how much she actually cares for you.

She feels helpless when she realises how screwed she truly is.

"Babe, dinner's ready!"

Dean's voice brings her out of her head, echoing from the kitchen of their shared flat in London.

As she makes her way over to the table, the plate already set out for her, a small kiss pressed into the bearded cheek of her fiance, her mind wanders back again.

What the hell is she gonna do?

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Beth doesn't leave it alone in the end. She's determined to at least get something out of you if she can't get something out of Steph or Caitlin.

Though with Kim now watching her like a hawk during training, she has to be subtle about it, so getting you alone during a night out without Kim or Jen is a little too difficult, especially since you're glued to Caitlin and Steph's sides constantly.

Viv being there is out of the question, so she had to come up with an excuse to get you out with her, on your own.

"N/n pleeeease, I need you to come with me, shopping."

You groan into the phone in annoyance at the blonde. You'd just wanted to enjoy your day off without the stress of having to socialise like an adult.

"Why can't you go on your own? Or with literally anyone else but me? Steph or Viv, or literally any one of the 23 other women in our squad?"

"Because you've got the day off, Steph is busy, Viv is out of the question because I'm shopping for a gift for her, and I want it to be a surprise and you're the only other one that knows her almost as good as I do."

You can hear the pout from your side of the line, and when you sigh softly into the receiver, Beth knows she's won.

"Fine, but I really wanna be back home as soon as possible. I have some serious me time planned, and I wanna get back to that as soon as possible."

"Gross Y/n, I know you're single and all but-:

"Shut the fuck up and get over here."

-

It doesn't take her long to come kidnap you and drag you around to nearly every store in the shopping centre, and it's a miracle you're only stopped once for pictures.

"Beth, why are we here? Why do you need my opinion on this? Why am I even here?"

Apparently, her final chosen store was a lingerie store. It also means she's trying to get you to purchase something as well. Why? You don't know.

"Because you're the next best judge for me. Also, you need to get out. You've been way too busy lately and need to do some shopping for you and for you only."

"For god sakes, I'm literally you're only single friend, I'd be the worst judge for this."

Punctuating your sentence with dropping into your seat once again with a tired groan.

"Also, I know I've been way too busy, that's why I was at home in the first place. Now, can we please hurry up and go, Beffy?"

You whine, now getting fidgety under the pile of bags you've been made to carry around for her.

Tossing another pair back over the curtain to you, telling you to toss her the next pair, she chuckles at your exasperation.

She's been stalling as long as she can to try and get the opportunity to talk to you but hasn't found the right words this whole time. She knows if she doesn't ask soon, she'll up losing her only chance.

"Just give me a couple more minutes to try these on, and I'll take you to go get some nando's?"

Huffing softly, knowing she's got you with the offer of food, you sit back down again, waiting for her to finish browsing.

"Fine, but hurry up or you'll be dealing with hangry Y/n, too."

"Got it, Sweetpea. Now, pick out a set, too."

Your loud groan of annoyance makes her laugh.

-

It's only in the car on the way home that she finally manages to ask.

"So, Y/n, I've been noticing some things over the past couple months."

Swallowing the mouthful of chicken, you look over at her suspiciously.

"And what would that be?"

"You've been giving Stephy and Cait eyes."

Turning your head, you roll your eyes at the same time, though there's a sting in your eyes as you fight back the oncoming rush of emotion.

"Beth, you're gonna have to be specific. I kinda have to look at them to converse with them. Ya know, best friends and all."

Giving emphasis to the word friends, you're hoping she'll let what you know she's about to say go. Of course, this is Beth, and of course, that's not happening.

"N/n, that's not what I meant, and you know it."

It's said a little softer this time, with the hopes you don't scare away entirely.

"It's not happening, Beffy. There's nothing there, and nothing will ever be there."

Her heart breaks for you at the crack in your voice and she can see tears peaking out of the corners of your eyes.

She pulls over in an isolated carpark, so she can fully look at you.

"Doesn't mean it hurts any less."

"If it means I don't lose them, then I don't care how much it may or may not hurt. I can't lose them."

You've fully curled up in her passenger seat now, legs pressed to your chest as you pick at the cuticles on your fingers.

"I can't do it. I can't let them see it."

She sighs, resigning to letting you work this out for now. She knows you're stubborn. She knows you won't let her intervene under any circumstance.

"I'm serious, Beffy. You can't tell them, they can't know about this. I won't lose them."

"I won't tell them. If that's what you want, I won't tell them. They still deserve to know, though. It's not fair on you or them to keep this bottled up. It'll kill you in the end if you don't tell someone."

"So be it... I'll figure something out. Maybe take some time away. The only way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?"

It's said in half joking tone, but Beth knows otherwise. She's seen how you coped with your previous relationship ending. You nearly killed your reputation entirely with the constant one night stands.

How you cope is up to you, and she still respects you as a person, but she also wants you to be happy, both with yourself and your life.

She never judged you. She never seriously complained at having to come get you every other night for three weeks straight every time you called her for a lift home.

She did get sick of it though, and she finally managed to get you to leave that behind fairly swiftly after your position on the team was threatened by the incessant news articles with leaked images of you with a new girl on your arm in every single one.

The others hadn't entirely seen that side of you, you pushing them away to avoid scaring them away too.

Beth was the only one who didn't take your attempts at pushing her away.

"Just, take it easy, alright? Don't let it risk your career as well. I'm not letting that happen again. You're my family, sweet girl."

She punctuates the sentence by pulling you to hug her over the console, and you let her, letting the tears fall finally, holding your best friend tightly.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/n. It might not feel like it, but you'll make it out okay eventually."

Would you?

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Caitlin, to her credit, doesn't acknowledge what Beth had said until much later. It takes a whole two months until she even realises her heart had been elsewhere.

Until her current relationship with Lia becomes a past one.

When she realises she should feel more devastated than she does.

When she realises that she feels way more comfortable about the breakup than she should.

Her thoughts don't fully drift to you until she feels her heart race when you hug her after she tells you about the breakup.

It's not that she never thought about you, really. It's more that she never realised she was thinking about you a lot more than was acceptable.

The gifts she'd get you, whether it be fresh coffee in the morning or even flowers after your previous breakup just a year ago.

The small cheeks kisses she'd get from you in return that make her cheeks flush a little.

She begins to wonder in that moment.

Had you noticed the way her heart sped up a little when you hugged her, ear pressed to her chest as you both embraced?

Had you noticed the pink hue her face took on when you smiled that gorgeous smile that only appears when you're genuinely happy?

Had Lia noticed any of this?

It makes her feel both guilty but also flustered at the thought of being so dimwittingly obvious.

In the final conversation between her and her ex, Lia had cited her lack of presence in the relationship.

"You're just not in it anymore, Caitlin. I can't be with you when you aren't here, with me."

She does feel guilty for it. Knows how crap Lia must have felt not having her girlfriend there for her, but she knows it's for the best.

What she does notice is your sudden absence. She sees a lot less of you than she'd like. You disappear from rooms that she's in. If you're forced to be in the room, you're seated far from her and Steph.

Training is much the same, only interacting to keep it professional. It makes her heart ache more than anything. Had she done something? Was she too telling?

Her stomach drops at the thought.

What if you knew? What if she was too obvious?

What if-

"Hey, you alright Cait?"

Steph's hand on her shoulder is comforting, and it sends soft tingles through her skin beneath the fabric of the training jersey.

She has to avoid jerking away from the feeling.

"Fine. Do you..."

She pauses, trying to work out if she wants to even bring Steph into this.

"Is there something up with Y/n?"

Steph hesitates at that, an unsure look on her face.

"Have you noticed it too? She's been avoiding us a bit. It's like that time a year ago. When she..."

Caitlin nods, understanding saturated on her face now.

"Maybe something's happened?"

"It's weird, though. It feels like it's just us she's avoiding."

Steph nibbles at her lower lip nervously, looking around the pitch. She notices, though, that they're not the only ones keeping a close eye on you. Beth is looking over to you every so often, concern laced in her gaze and the way her eyes follow your movements.

It makes sense, though. You'd always been closest with the blonde striker. You'd clicked the moment you'd joined Arsenal four years ago, right before the other two aussies had.

"It's probably just something going on. She'll work it out. She's got Beth looking after her, it seems."

The striker nods and moves to continue the drills, though the worry doesn't ebb at all.

In fact, it only increases the closer to the world cup they get. What were you going to do once the World Cup came around? Maybe they would have to keep an eye on you themselves.

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Steph, it turns out, is right. It is just them you're avoiding.

It's the why that has them worried.

Their best friend, their favourite person, was now actively avoiding their presence.

You seemed fine chatting away to everyone else in camp. In fact, they'd found you in cuddle piles with some of the youngins more often than not. Something you'd do with Steph and Caitlin without hesitation normally.

She finds herself missing you more often than not, her heart wrenching itself at the thought of them losing you now.

She thinks back on what she'd realised just a month previously.

It becomes clear that she just has to ignore it if she wants things to go back to normal.

Plus, it has to go away. It's already had her second guessing her own relationship. And Dean's starting to notice her hesitation, too. It has to stop. If not for her sake, then for his and yours as well.

It's just a silly little crush. She has Dean, and she has Caitlin and you as friends. Well, only if she can work out why you're avoiding them.

Meanwhile, you're doing everything you can to push down the pain of not having properly spoken to Caitlin and Steph.

It hurts like all hell to not be near them but you need the time to settle before the opening game, which is creeping ever closer with every hour you spend working out what the fuck you're gonna do.

You can't avoid them forever. You aren't sleeping properly anymore and it's affecting your performance.

Beth has been messaging you constantly, checking up on you, but she hasn't been able to see you at all, given she's still in London doing her rehab. Though she does promise to fly over for a few days to come see you and the girls when she can, knowing the other England girls would want to see her as well.

Unfortunately, she knows you a little too well as well, and she calls out the tiredness in your voice one day, it's 9am and you've not trained for the day, so she knows you have no excuse to be tired yet.

You brush her off, but the mild scolding you get in return is enough to have you spilling the beans.

"Just not sleeping too well is all. I'm fine, Beffy. I'm just adjusting to the environment again. It's been a while since we've been in camp."

"You and I both know that's not the reason. How are coping over there? And be honest with me. I have my sources."

Rolling your eyes slightly, you huff down the phone.

"Your sources need to mind their own business. And I'm fine, I'm serious. I'm taking my time and everything, just like you said."

"I didn't mean to explicitly ignore them altogether either. Steph's worried about you. She's already messaged me asking if you're alright and that you'd been acting weird even before international break started."

"Shit."

"Caitlin, too. Said you've been distant but doesn't wanna scare you away. Y/n, please, for the sake of your sanity and theirs. Just talk to them."

"Beth...."

"I'm serious lovey, you need to talk to them, even if you don't outright say, 'I'm in love with you both', just tell them you're dealing with feelings at the moment. They're missing their best friend, not just you missing them here."

There's a soft knock on your door that grabs your attention.

"Look, I'll think about it-"

"No. Talk to them. I'm serious. I can't play buffer when I'm not there. You need to talk to them. Not me."

"Alright, I'll do it at some point. I have to go, someone's at the door."

"Y/n-"

"Love you, bye."

You hang up with a soft growl of frustration, the knocks on the door getting more persistent now.

"For the love of- I'm coming, calm down!"

Swinging open the door, you're met with a sheepish looking Steph and Caitlin.

Not who you're expecting. But at the same time...

"What's up?"

You keep it calm, not wanting to totally panic now that the exact people you were avoiding are at your door.

"Can we talk?"

Shuffling your feet slightly, you step aside, gesturing for them to come in.

They stand there awkwardly for a minute before you walk up to them, poking Steph in the shoulder lightly with a small smile.

"Stop being weird, y'all can sit down ya know."

A slight smile tugs at her lips and they both chuckle softly, conceding to sit on the edge of the single bed while you pull up the chair, resting one foot on the set, knee pressed up to your chest.

"So what's up?"

They exchange a look for a moment.

"We were hoping you'd tell us that."

Feigning ignorance, you tilt your head slightly.

"About...?"

Steph sees right through you though, a raised brow in your direction.

"You know what about. You haven't spoken a word to us since before we even left london. What's going on? Is something happening?"

You scratch at the back of your neck slightly, head ducking to avoid eye contact that you know will probably mess you up in trying to not confess your undying love.

"Just a small thing... it's not really major. I just figured I had to deal with it on my own for a bit."

"And that includes completely avoiding us and only us?"

Caitlin's words have a bit of bite now, frustration leaking through.

Swallowing softly, you look up at them.

"It's not- You guys know me better than the others, figured if I avoided you both, it would be easier to avoid having a conversation about it."

Steph moves from her spot towards you, kneeling to take your hands, which are now propping up your head on both knees.

"Talk to us Sweetheart, what's going on in that head of yours?"

Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you tilt your head back slightly, not wanting them to streak down your face in front of them.

It hurts so bad. You want to tell them, but you can't risk it.

What you don't see but hear is Caitlin moving to crouch by your side, hand resting on your leg, concerned look making it's way onto her features.

"Talk to us darlin', we just want our friend back."

There it is, the word you hate so much. It makes your stomach drop, and the tears flow freely down your cheeks. Looking down at them, you shake your head.

"I can't tell you that."

A shaky breath wracks your chest and you turn your head away, avoiding the worried blue and brown eyes of the women in front of you.

A hand settles on your chin, bringing you back to look at them.

"Why not? You know you can tell us anything. Please, we just want to make you're alright."

The feeling of their hands on you is overwhelming. Between your heart and your head, everything is racing and feels so heavy.

Standing abruptly, you step back away from them both, moving away from their outstretched hands when they reach for you.

"I just can't."

Cutting Caitlin off before she can say anything else, you move over to the door, opening it.

"Just please leave. I can work it out on my own. I can't tell you just yet, alright? I love you both, but I need to get my head straight before I can talk about it. I'll be fine, just... please...."

Sighing softly, Steph moves towards the door, but not before cupping your cheek softly and kissing your forehead.

"We're here for you. Whenever you feel like talking. Don't forget that."

You nod softly, and she steps out the door.

Caitlin does the same, hand lingering a little longer on your shoulder, though, squeezing softly.

There's something in her eyes you don't quite recognise, but you don't question it as she she leaves, muttering a soft goodbye to you.

Shutting the door behind them, your form slides down the wooden panel, sitting knees to your chest as you rest your head on your knees, listening as their footsteps echo further down the hallway in synchronized steps.

You are such a coward.

Why didn't you just tell them?

Everything would be so much easier.

It would hurt too much to lose them, though.

They'd hate you forever.

You'd ruin everything.

The thoughts running through your head are loud, and they don't leave room for much else, so you do the only you know to try and calm yourself.

You pull out your phone, dialling Beth's number and wait with bated breath.

The moment she picks up, its like it all just blurts out at once.

"Hello?" It's said in a tired voice.

"I couldn't do it!" Choked sobs from your end immediately make the blonde shoot up from her spot in bed, her girlfriends arm suddenly moved from its position around her waist.

"What? Y/n, talk to me."

"I tried to tell them, and I just broke down and told them to leave! They're gonna hate me!"

There's a concerned hand on her arm from a half asleep Viv, and she gives her an apologetic look, mouthing your name to her.

"Oh sweet girl, they could never hate you. God they lovd you way too much to hate you."

"That's the problem. They'll never love me like that. Not the way I do. They'll hate me if I tell them. It's basically a lose-lose situation either way."

It's loud enough that the dutchie hears it from her position behind the englishwoman, and her brows furrow. When had this occurred?

"Babe, what is she talking about?"

"Uhhhh.. gimme a minute." She turns back to the phone.

"Alright, it's okay, you couldn't tell them. I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay? You're gonna send yourself into a serious hyperventilation if you don't breathe for me, alright?"

You take a moment to let your chest muscles relax, trying to keep them from constricting in your chest too much.

It doesn't quite work, though, and everything just comes crashing down around you, your sobs just becoming harder.

"I c-cant. It hurts!"

Shit.

"That's okay, I want you to do something for me, okay? Put a hand to your chest for me."

Doing so, you set down the phone, putting it on speaker, knowing the drill by now, having done this many times before.

"Five things you can see?"

Squinting up into the now dark room you scan the place, trying to focus on the various items in the darkness.

"Uh, c-curtains, a chair.... my bed, a pile of clothing... myself in the standing mirror."

"Good, that's it. Four things you can hear."

"You, Viv, my pulse in my ears, the cleaner down the hallway."

"Good, three things you can feel."

Swallowing lightly, you rest your head against the cool wood of the door, allowing it to ground you a little better.

"Cold, the carpet is cold. The wood of the door. Sweaty, and snotty. I feel gross."

Ignoring you joking softly, she continues.

"Two things you can smell, sweets."

Taking one more shaky breath, your pulsd starts to lessen off from its incessant beating in your eardrums.

"Uh, carpet cleaner and Steph's perfume."

"That's it, one more. One thing you can taste."

"The peanut butter cup I ate earlier."

"There you go, take a few more breaths for me."

"Someone want to explain whats going on now?"

Viv's voice sounds from your phones speaker, and you sigh softly. Now another person probably knows.

You hear some muttering over the line followed by a small hum.

"Ah, so you're finally admitting it then?"

Huh?

"Wha-"

"It was kind of obvious, really. You really weren't subtle about it."

Of course, she's right. Who were you kidding? It was so blatanly obvious. It was painful to anyone observing it. You couldn't imagine what the other two might have seen.

"I can tell what you're thinking, sweetheart. As obvious as it is to the rest of us, those two knuckleheads have no clue. Thats on them for not noticing you're struggling."

"That's the problem. They know something up. They came to my room to work out why I was avoiding them, Beffy. They're gonna work it out sooner or later, and I don't think I wanna be stuck around them if they do. I don't want to think about having to witness that. The disgust on their faces because they're own best friend is in love with both of them."

On the other side of the line, Beth and Viv exchange a look, Beth sighs softly, her partners fingers carding through her hair, helping relieve the stress headache she can already feel coming on.

"Love, you need to tell them. I know you're struggling. They could never hate you or be disgusted by you. They love you. And they just need to realise it."

"You and I both know that's not true, though."

The frustration bubbling up in Beth's chest has it spilling from her lips before she can really stop herself.

"It is. You're just too blind to see it. Those girls are obsessed with you. The love in their eyes for you is honestly kind of sickeningly sweet. Too bad you're all too dumb to see it, though. It's so damn obvious to everyone but you. You literally just need to talk to them, please, for the sake of your mental health and ours. Talk. To. Them."

"Okay? Even if that were remotely true. Steph's getting married. There's no way in the world she'd even consider leaving that behind. The man treats her better than I ever could. We're just better off as friends. It needs to stay that way."

"Y/n-"

"No, Beth, I'm done with this. Look. I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

Beths protests are cut off by the click of you hanging up.

Even if she was right, so were you. Steph wouldn't leave Dean. She loves him far too much. He's her safest option, and she knows it.

Caitlin wad a whole other story.

Sure, she's single now. But what makes her any more available to you than Steph? She's still your friend. There's no way she'd want you the way you want them.

Letting your head hit the door once more, you sigh, wondering how the hell you'd fix what you're already damaging.

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It starts off slowly. She doesn't even realise she's doing it. Little things here and there.

Picking at the little issues she finds.

Poking and prodding at the soft spots, pushing buttons she wouldn't normally push.

Apparently, it's pretty easy to start fights when you know what buttons to push.

Why? She has no clue.

In her head, though. It's staring her right in the face.

The little comparisons she makes.

You'd never get upset over her leaving her boots in a heaped pile beside the door.

Your cooking was always so much better whenever she went over to your place.

You'd never have left her to find travel home on her own after a World Cup.

In fact, you'd actively made sure she had a ride home, her reassuring (lies) left you feeling relieved that she wouldn't be on her own after the exit the Matildas took at the World Cup.

Whatever it was that had you avoiding them, you'd figured out how to deter it. Returning to conversing with the two brunettes like nothing had happened.

It was a little unsettling how much she noticed you putting on a mask with them.

As hard as you'd tried to fake being fine, she could read you like an open book. Or at least to a fair extent.

For one, your smile never quite reached your eyes, save for the one or two times of victory during the games. The most honest one you give is the win over France.

It was another thing she noticed. She found herself breathing a little easier with you by her side, even with a shell of a smile.

She doesn't push you, though. Not wanting to scare you away again.

Caitlin was very much of the same opinion. Even though you'd stopped avoiding them, you still weren't your usual cheery sunshiney self around them.

The striker doesn't bring it up, though. Only encouraging you with silent smiles of encouragement and occasional soft brushes of her hand against your back, shoulder, or arm when she's next to you.

So Steph does the same. Seeing you both tense but also relax under their, although gentle, not so subtle ministrations.

In the early hours of another chaos filled weekday, mainly filled with silent frustration built up between her and Dean. The latter not knowing what's going on with his Fiancee, he eventually has to poke and prod her enough to spill it.

Though, stubborn as the Australian is, she doesn't give too much, only snapping that she's fine and to let it go.

It sparks an argument that ends up with him storming out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

It started over a simple question over that nights pumpkin cous cous salad.

It takes her but five minutes of seething to realise what she's starting and why.

She feels sick to her stomach.

She was sabotaging her relationship with Dean.

And for what? A silly crush on her friend?

What the hell is she doing?

-

It's in the early hours of the evening that she gets a text from Dean saying he's at a friend's place for the night and that she needs to cool down and work out what her problem is before he'll return home.

With a defeated sigh, she sends him a sincere apology, telling him she was just frustrated at everything lately and to take the time he needs and that she would work on herself in the meantime.

Not that she does, really. Apparently, she doesn't learn her lesson, instead pushing down the already bottle necked emotions she's experiencing.

She knows it'll blow up in her face eventually. But what can she do? Admit she's secretly in love with you and destroy an already sinking ship of a relationship?

Probably.

But why do that when can sabotage ever having a more peaceful break up.

It seems like she's doom spiralling at this point.

It was a petty fight that blew up. Not that uncommon or that bad that it would suggest either of them should be ready to give up on everything they worked for together.

But that's the thing.

It's taken until she's blown up at him to realise how much they're fighting for it here. All of that pressure to be together. To work out.

To be the perfect it couple.

To want to work out.

It feels like they're both constantly giving 110% but when does the relief come? When do they get their due release. When does it get easier?

She'd thought love was supposed to be easy between two people. For couples to know each other. To read each other without even really trying.

Yet here he was, struggling to realise his own fiancee was falling for another woman.

And that she was letting it happen.

Like an idiot.

The more she ruminates, the more she sees the signs herself.

She's been pulling away from him more and more. Avoiding talking about you, unlike before when she'd bring you up at least once a day to him. Always eager to gush about her best friend like a teenager.

Now, even the remote mention of you leaves twists in her guts, and she has to try and subtly change the subject without letting on that she's hopelessly not in love with him anymore.

Oh.

She's loves Dean.

Right?

No.

Yes.

She loves him.

But she's not in love with him.

Not anymore.

It scares her.

He's always been her safety blanket.

But maybe that's the issue.

He was too comfortable. Too much of a safety blanket. Shielding her from what she should have been acknowledging this entire time.

Maybe. Just maybe.

She's been in love with you this whole time.

That's what scares her the most.

And now that she's finally realising it, she realises there's a conversation to be had.

And feelings she needs to communicate. Even if it hurts both of them. Because in the end, it'll hurt worse if she tries to fight it anymore than she already has. She's already hurting Dean too much by leading him on like this. She can't take it anymore, she has to tell him.

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Any fairytale story would tell you that it went surprisingly well. That Dean says he knew all along. That he knew Steph was secretly gay and had been waiting for her to tell him so he could comfort her and encourage her to go for the girl. To go for you. To finally acknowledge that those lingering stares from you might mean something.

Unfortunately, this isn't a fairytale.

And he doesn't take it well.

In fact, he's pretty furious when she timidly brings it up.

She doesn't blame him though.

"Are you fucking serious right now, Steph?"

She winces at that.

"You want to ruin what we have because of that bitch?"

Anger flares up in her chest at that, and she shoots to her feet suddenly, coming to your aid despite you being blissfully unaware and not present for this.

Yes she fucked up but he has no right to call you that.

"Don't fucking call her that. This isn't her fault. She didn't do anything wrong. Yell at me, blame me, call me the bitch but do not insult her. Ever."

He chuckles darkly.

"I should have fucking known. How did I not see it? We've been fighting an uphill battle this whole time. All we do is argue, argue, argue at this point. And you don't even try anymore. Fuck, you had a go at me over pasta the other week. You've been finding excuses to insult everything I do. Everything I've achieved. Apparently, I can't even get dinner right anymore. Nothing is good enough for you. Now I know you've just been comparing me to your teammate this whole time."

Her head falls at that.

He's right.

She's been the worst partner to him. There's no excuse.

"Now I know that you've just been lying to me this entire time. And by the looks of it, yourself too."

The following silence as she tries to gather her words only serves to tick him off more.

"Fuck you Stephanie. I hope she treats you well."

The slam of the front door as he grabs his packed luggage and walks out the door with it, taking the last of the relationship with him, makes her collapse back onto the couch.

The tears, the frustration, the anger, at herself more than anything for letting it get this bad. All of it just crashes down on her and for the first time in a long time, she let's her emotions take over and she just cries.

Grieving the loss of a relationship doomed from the start. Grieving the major fuck up on her part.

Crying because she knows it's gone now.

Crying because even if she does end up with you. She's lost a friend in the man she once thought she loved. And that's on her. She knows that.

For now, though, she allows herself to cry it out, knowing the acceptance will take a while to come before she can fully move on from that.

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Giggling as you shove Caitlin lightly, her arms tightly wrapping around you and wiping her sweaty forehead all over your face, you blush as she presses a kiss to your cheek with a small wink as she jogs off to the locker room, you following behind with a shake of the head.

It seems you'd finally started to let go a bit. With Caitlin now doing everything in her power to get you to smile daily, you start to let your guard down at your own behest more and more.

It seems easier, though, considering the sudden icyness from a certain defender that has you being pushed into the arms of the striker instead, literally.

It feels like she's latching onto you every minute she can. You can feel the stares from the other side of the training grounds. Feel the burning stare as she watches you with her best friend. The one she's now also trying to grapple whether or not she's falling for too.

You don't pay it much mind during training, but you do attempt to pull Steph out of whatever has her this down suddenly.

Leaving her little notes of encouragement after particularly gruelling sessions where Jonas had let his frustration out pretty badly on her after some major mistakes on her part.

Making sure she's always hydrating during the particularly warmer sessions.

Making sure she's been eating correctly by leaving her homecooked meals on top of her car when she goes to leave for the day.

Making sure she knows you're there even though she never stopped knowing that in the first place.

She'd tried pushing you away to sort everything out, but in the end, you make it a little difficult with the loving you're unknowingly (or maybe knowingly, she doesn't know) giving her. Even in a time when she's trying to make it clear, she wants to be alone.

You and Caitlin don't let her, though.

The forward always grabs the girl by the arm to pair up for training, forcing her to chat way about what's been going on.

She doesn't tell her that she's harbouring feelings. She does tell her that her and Dean have broken up though.

That was a shock to the striker.

She'd thought the woman was perfectly happy, but it seems everything was just bubbling away under the surface.

Caitlin does feel a little guilty for being happy about it, knowing the girl is going through heartbreak and all she can selfishly think about is how she's single now too.

She tells the forward not to tell anyone for now, not wanting to affect the rest of the team with more drama than what usually occurs. Even you, much to the younger brunettes protests.

She doesn't tell you that session.

In fact, it takes her a whole month before you manage to break her walls down enough again to spill the filthy secret she's been harbouring.

"Oh, Steph, I'm so sorry."

Your hug after she tells you is warm. Warmer than she'd realised. The feeling of your arms around her brings a surprising amount of comfort for something that, although she was still grieving, was mostly over with the thought that it's over, that's that.

"S'fine, it was a mess anyways. Both of us were struggling to keep it civil in the end. It was my fault anyway. I just stopped loving him and refused to acknowledge it for so long. It blew up on me."

"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt either. You're allowed to be upset about it. Sometimes, we can't control how we feel, Stephy."

But oh how right you were.

Despite her scrambling to lock down her feelings and keep her heart from latching itself onto you, it had done so with an eagerness to rival Katie in a no rules match. (Which after a couple weary tackles, had to be vetoed by Jonas and the medical staff).

"I know, jus' can't not feel guilty. I treated him like shit towards the end."

"Steph, from what you've told me, he only fired right back, too. Think about it. He got pissed when you tried to communicate that something needed to change. Maybe it hit a little closer to home for him, too."

What?

Wait a minute.

Oh god.

It wasn't entirely her fault.

It all makes sense now.

That's all it takes for her to finally pick up her phone again to check social media.

And what do you know. He's suddenly got a new girl on his arm, not even a month later.

Now she's pissed. She has every right to be.

Why, you ask?

The new girl on his arm was the clerk at his gym that he ran. The one that he said was only being friendly when Steph got mad about her being flirty.

That asshole.

You can see the thought process play out in her facial expressions, from the moment of realisation to the reaction to it.

"That lying cheating dick."

The evidence?

'Happy Six month anniversary baby'

One title on one post.

She feels so much pressure on her chest drop off with the discovery. Despite the anger, she feels freer than before. The crushing weight of the breakup is now firmly off of her shoulders, and she feels like she can breathe again.

Well, now she can let it all go and not feel guilty about wanting to move on.

Now, all she has to do is work everything else out, too.

"Oh god, he didn't."

Your face is one of concern, and frankly, she just about laughs, the ridiculousness of the situation almost bubbling over. So when she does laugh, you only look more concerned for the brunette.

"He did. I've never felt more relieved, to be honest with you. I felt so damn guilty for ending it the way things did. Turns out he's been screwing his work admin for the past six months. I hope that dick is happy. Those two are perfect for each other."

Despite the situation, you laugh with her, her arm slips around your shoulders.

"So I'm ready to get over it, dunno 'bout you, but I feel like celebrating."

"Ice cream and movie night."

"Absolutely, mind if I let Cait come too?"

"You better."

She grins at the smile that crosses your lips at the mention of the striker.

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"Oh my god, I can not believe she let him do that. I swear these chicks are so stupid romance movies."

You groan out at the main character once again, falling for lover boys' false apologies, and Steph and Caitlin chuckle from either side of you, ceramic bowls in hand.

"Babe, it's a romance movie. What do you expect? It's gonna be cheesy and stupid."

Despite your cheeks flushing in the half lit up darkened lounge room in your house, you shake your head.

"Damn, if only she actually knew how to be treated, she might not go back to his dumb butt every time. Woman needs to learn to love herself more."

The pair exchange an amused look over your head, your form slumped into the cushions as they sit sideways on the lounger, arms holding up their heads as they watch you criticise the movie more and more.

What you miss is the shared look of affection over your head, a silent agreement as they both move to press themselves onto either side of you.

-

Cut back to this afternoon after training.

The pair of them had been chatting away, Steph having told Caitlin about your movie night when the striker got a look on her face. Like something clicked.

"So we were thinking- what? What's that look?"

"I just remembered something."

Steph gestures for the girl to continue.

"So.. when were you planning on telling me you ARE in love with Y/n."

Her cheeks flush bright red, and she stumbles over an explanation.

"It's still so fresh.. a-and I wasn't entirely sure and..."

The laugh that escapes the forward has her a little confused.

"Thank god. I thought I was imagining things. You're not the only one, Stephy. She's pretty great, huh?"

"You're not... I don't know, upset that I love her too?"

"Hell no. Steph. Puddin'. Babe. You can't control how you feel and if I'm being honest. I don't mind at all. Like, I kind of like that you do."

Caitlin's cheeks warm, and she looks down, scuffing her boots slightly against the turf.

There's a small pause as Steph observes the forward. She looks around and sees that everyone else has already made their way back towards the change rooms.

"Caitlin..."

The girl looks up again, finding dilated pupils staring back at her and she whines at the look.

"Steph..."

"Can I...-"

"Please."

That's all the indication the older woman needs to tug her into a harsh kiss, hands finding her cheeks.

Hands tangling in her hair make her whimper into the kiss, and a flush creeps up her neck to her ears as their lips slot together easily.

It feels so much softer, but also more passionate than anything she'd ever shared with that piece of garbage.

She practically melts when she feels the other woman's tongue lazily drag across her lower lip, knees just about buckling as the hands move to slip under the edge of her shirt, trailing across the skin of her stomach.

Eventually, they both pull away, gasping and air intermingling their puffed breaths.

"Oh. My. God."

Caitlin chuckles, hands moving back to settle on the woman's jawline.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

Both of them are pressed tightly to one another, allowing their shared warmth to wrap around them, cocooning them for but a few short moments.

"I kept denying how much I realised I was falling for you both."

"Both?"

The hopeful glint in the striker's eye makes her melt further into her, lips grazing hers once again.

"You both made it so ridiculously hard not to. You've always cared more than anyone. And you do so much more than you realise for me, too."

The grin that crosses the strikers face as she leans her forehead against Stephs is mirrored by said woman.

"I may or may not have fallen for you both, too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do you say we go put the girl out of her misery, too? I hate to say it, but we totally missed the way she's been pining this whole time."

"That's an ego boost and a half."

"Like you need it."

An affectionate eye roll.

"Shush you."

And she slots their lips together again once more before sneaking back to the locker room.

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The feeling of the two of them cuddling into suddenly makes you jump slightly, two hands resting on your stomach, shirt riding up slightly underneath their touch.

"I-... can I help you both? Are you okay?"

Both of their eyes on you makes you shrink in on yourself a little, worried something might be wrong.

"Perfectly fine gorgeous."

"Doing pretty, thanks, baby."

Your cheeks are glowing beneath the light of the television and both of them are still watching you intently.

Swallowing softly, you turn to meet Steph's eye.

"I- Can I tell you two something?"

"Of you can, babygirl."

A nod of affirmation from the striker has you nervously picking at your cuticles.

"It's about why I was avoiding you both back in camp. I was... nervous. I didn't want you to know something so I was trying not to spill it."

A soft chuckle from Steph.

"We know, sweetheart, that part was obvious."

Your cheeks flush a little more.

"And, I might have realised something and I've been scared to say anything. Because you're both my friends, and I don't wanna ruin what we have-"

"We know gorgeous."

"We could tell. You weren't overly subtle. It just took us a while to see it."

You duck your head a little, but a set of two fingers lifts it up by your chin again to face the older of the two.

Immediately, you whimper, spotting the way her eyes have darkened significantly.

"Kiss me. Please."

"With pleasure sweet girl."

And so they do. First Steph, claiming your bottom lip between hers, sucking at it, tugging it and letting it go with a soft pop, before pressing back to you again, hand sliding up under the fabric of your tshirt.

A pair of hands gently pulls you away from the defender, and another pair of soft lips quickly takes your own again, leaving you whimpering into it.

Parting your lips at the now hasty swipe of Caitlins tongue, she slips it into your mouth, moulding with your own, leaving you a forever breathless, whimpering mess. Literal putty beneath their fingertips.

Pulling away enough to speak, your chest rises and falls harshly, but you're beaten to it by the forward.

"We've fallen for you as well, sweet girl. We put off acknowledging it for so long, I don't know about you, but I dont feel like wasting anymore time. Be ours?"

Without a single moment of hesitation, you nod eagerly, quickly pulling Steph back into you, allowing your hands to rest on the nape of her neck and as Caitlin's hands trail up to the hemline of your sports bra, you subconsciously breath a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of several tonne trucks fall off your shoulders again.

They loved you too.

You could cry right now.

But you dont. Instead, you focus on the way they touch you like they'll never get to feel you ever again. You focus on the way they kiss you, stealing your breath away with every lock of their lips to yours.

In the end, you're so glad you listened to Beth for once. And she's very glad when she's you walk into training sporting new hickeys and two hands in your own, followed by mild regret now that you're all disgustingly in love, too.

Deep down, she loves it, though. She loves you, and she's glad you've finally got what you deserve.

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She's done, but I'm delirious, so I'll come back and edit tomorrow 😭

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The 2nd Great Devildom Cuddle War

Summary: In which all your questions about Lucifer are answered, and the brothers realize that If he's going to play dirty, they have to play dirtier.

A/N: I planned to release this when I reached 200 followers, and got all my points written down, but hadn't finished it. I got home from work yesterday to 198 followers. So just imagine in the last couple paragraphs me panicking as I translate my brain goop.

The first war

Lucifer didn't need cuddles. He was independent. A lone wolf. Above needing the warmth of another. Quite frankly, he was embarrassed that his brothers had caused an all out war over something so foolish!

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That being said….

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You had returned to the Devildom, much to everyone's surprise. You'd literally fallen from the sky into Satan's lap. Not that any of the brothers were complaining. They'd all felt very lonely without you.

After all the chaos of your first dinner back at the House of Lamentation (had to be there), you were ready to go to bed. Luckily you wouldn't have to worry about anything! The cuddle squad was sitting together, looking pretty, waiting for the long awaited return of your cuddles.

You just had to talk to Lucifer first. He had asked you up to his room. When you arrived there, though, he looked up in confusion. Then a look of shock arose on his face.

"Oh, Y/N! Forgive me, I have some paperwork to finish before I can talk to you. Feel free to take a seat on my bed."

You tried to sit patiently, but he was taking so long, and the fire place bathed the room in such a calming light, that you found yourself drifting off. Pretty soon, you were sleeping like the dead.

Lucifer waited a couple moments, then moved over to his bed. He placed the blanket over you, then got in next to you. He didn't need cuddles. He just didn't want to move you since it was his fault you fell asleep here in the first place.

Meanwhile, the og cuddle crew was starting to get tired of sitting pretty and awaiting your return.  They all had their suspicions of what had happened, but were scared of the implications if they were right. Therefore, it was easier to just push it down and wait for you to come.

Finally, Satan stood up angrily, and stormed off. The other brothers looked at each other anxiously, then nodded at each other and followed him. 

Satan didn't even touch Lucifer's door. It disintegrated from the aura of pure rage that had taken over him. Him and the other brothers stormed into the room, just as Lucifer opened an eye.

He pressed a finger to his lips with a smile, and pointed at you, who was dead asleep. Normally, they would have respected your need to sleep.

"YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT CUDDLES WERE A WASTE OF TIME!"

"I'M LOSING OUT ON BEAUTY SLEEP RIGHT NOW! I'M GETTING WRINKLES!

"IF ANYONE GETS SOLO CUDDLETIME IT SHOULD BE THEIR FIRST!"

"IT'S NOT FAIR! YOU WEREN'T EVEN GOING TO GET US A SECOND BED!"

"Why? I don't understand?"

"IF I WASN'T SO SLEEPY I'D PUNCH YOU!"

Aaaaaand you were up.

"What's going on?" You croaked. Mammon made an attempt to scoop you up, but Lucifer pulled you impossibly closer.

"You know I don't care about your cuddle sessions with my brothers, but I feel that for tonight, you should stay here, lest they keep you up all night with their racket."

You gave a giggle, and patted Lucifer's arm. "You know, if you want to join the cuddle group, you just have to ask."

"Absolutely not. This is about your well being, not "cuddles""

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Lucifer never asked for cuddles. He just took them. You had been in the Devildom for two whole weeks now, and still the only person who had been cuddled was Lucifer. He was a wily opponent. 

The brothers knew that they could never win against him on their own. So they had a battle strategy meeting. By the end of the meeting, they realized that if they were to gain cuddles, they would have to give up some cuddles.

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"I'm so excited! I've never gotten to participate in a cuddle pile before!"

"Now, young Master, remember you have to share with the others. You can't take all of Y/N's cuddles"

Four beds. That's what you were up to now. Out of nowhere, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke had all joined the cuddle crew. They didn't even live there. How did they find out? And when did they have time to get two more beds for the cuddle parties? 

"Y/N, I made us some cookies we can snack on if we wake up in the middle of the night!"

"No sugar at nighttime, you know it keeps you up."

What you didn't realize was, behind your back, the brothers had been working overtime. Asmo had been dropping hints to Solomon about getting to cuddle his two favorite masters. Beel had asked Luke to join, and bring snacks, and of course that meant Simeon had to join. For Luke, of course. Not for him. Meanwhile, Mammon and Levi "accidentally" mentioned the cuddle pile in front of Diavolo, which led to him begging Barbatos to be able to participate, which meant Barbatos also had to come.

"Now, about that TSL spinoff series…"

"Go to sleep, Solomon."

Yes, the brothers had to share you with even more people now. But the look on Lucifer's face when he surrendered and wordlessly joined the cuddle pile was priceless.

And once again, peace descended upon the Devildom!

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[sunnebeam]

in the heart of the jungle.

A 'CITY OF LIGHTS' DRABBLE.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

warnings: smut (18+), gangster squad au, mentions of mafia shit, flashbacks, domesticity, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), a happy ending yall :'>

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: i'm alive, friends!!!! 😭 sorry it took so long to post this but things have been hectic irl. i'll make a separate post about it but anyways here's the finale!! i can't believe this is the final drabble 😭 thank u guys for sticking around. hope u enjoyed this cute lil drabble series & don't forget feedback is highly appreciated <3

— previous – ain't no god on my streets.

"Looking for this?"

You look up to see an extremely attractive man holding up your bracelet. You don't remember taking it off.

"Thanks," you say, taking it from him, thinking you must've accidentally lost it earlier when you and Taehyung first arrived at the restaurant.

"Sure," he responds and you're about to head back to your boyfriend's table when the man decides to introduce himself. "I'm Jungkook, by the way."

You tell him your name but you don't leave it at that, intrigue making you want to see where your conversation goes.

"Say, Jungkook, I bet you got a good story behind that handsome smile of yours."

"Yeah, sure, I got some stories," he says, smiling smugly. "Let's see, I almost got kicked off a plane once. Slept with one of the flight attendants in the restroom but turns out she was the pilot's girlfriend."

He turns to you. "Are you weak in the knees yet?"

"Sure I am," you hum, staring at his silver watch and silver hoop earrings. "What's your racket, handsome?"

"Me?" He shrugs. "Well, I'm actually a Bible salesman."

He's so full of shit. But, he's hot.

"A Bible salesman, huh," you huff. "So you wanna take me away from all of this," you gesture to the fancy restaurant and the posh customers, "and make an honest woman out of me?"

He shakes his head.

"No, doll. I was just hoping to take you to bed."

You wake up with a start, the charms on your bracelet – the very same bracelet from your dream – digging into your wrist as you're clenching your fist with more strength than usual.

The reason? No other than the man behind you.

"Good," he says, his breath tickling your ear as he spoons you, "you're finally awake."

It takes you a heartbeat to fully register why you woke up but then you feel fingers moving in and out of you at such a pleasurable pace.

Three fingers, to be specific. And tattooed ones, at that.

"J-Jungkook?" you stutter, mind half asleep and half focused on the sensation.

"You're so wet, doll," he says, groaning when you clench around his fingers. "Fuck!"

You reach behind you, fully awake now, and grab a hold of his hard member. You pump it a few times before he finally gets the message.

"Lift your leg up," he orders, fingers pulling out of you. "Higher, doll– Yeah, that's it. Good girl."

You feel more juices dribble out of you with the praise and Jungkook takes full advantage of this, smearing them all over his painfully hard dick. You whine when he purposely nudges your clit with the head.

Finally, he pushes in.

You both moan, the feeling of being connected already so familiar yet it never fails to amaze the both of you everytime. You don't move yet, savoring the warm feeling for a few more seconds before you finally get impatient.

"Jungkook, please," you plead when you feel him twitch inside you.

Your lover complies without second thoughts, thrusting in and out of your pussy, languidly at first but then slowly picking up the pace.

You moan loudly, reaching behind you to place your hands behind his head and gently pull his hair. He grunts appreciatively before his hand reaches down your front and plays with your clit for you.

His thrusts become faster, his cock slipping out of you in between sloppy thrusts but he manages to put it back in before you could even cry in protest.

It's messy, sloppy, desperate, passionate.

It doesn't take long before you're creaming around him, pussy walls contracting to milk his orgasm out of him. He follows right after, painting your insides white and giving you all he's got.

You're both spent, panting, but he doesn't pull out right away, knowing you like it like this. Instead, he kisses your temple tenderly and hugging you close, knowing you like the closeness.

"I love you," he whispers freely.

"I love you, too," you respond just as freely, the days of hiding your love far behind you.

He grins before looking at the clock. "We're gonna be late."

You pout, making it hard for him to resist you when you ask, "a couple more minutes, please?"

It was all too easy for Jungkook to agree with your request. But in hindsight, the two of you should've known better because now, you're getting ready in a hurry, having lost track of time.

Your lover watches you as you're rummaging through your drawers looking for your bracelet, and it reminds of him of the very first night you met.

He remembers trying to charm you, but he most especially remembers you seeing right through his act. He remembers thinking you were way too good for him, so he kept telling himself it was all for the case and you were just a means to crack it.

But most of all, he remembers all that has happened in between, and he couldn't be any happier that this thing with you worked out in the end.

Jungkook shakes out of his daydream to hear you calling for him.

"Looking for this?" he asks you, smirking.

You turn to see him holding your bracelet in a pleasant sense of deja vu.

"As a matter of fact, I am," you respond, grinning and walking towards him. When you come nearer, he takes your hand and clasps the bracelet securely around your wrist for you before kissing your palm.

"Are you ready?" he asks you.

You nod, grabbing onto his arm as you leave your shared apartment to meet with the rest of his former crew for dinner.

It's been seven months since that fateful day. They managed to bring Taehyung behind bars with all the evidence they accumulated after months of investigating, but it was your detailed testimony that kept him locked and away. Geunsoo was honored in a tribute and was laid to rest. Finally, Taehyung's case and reign over the undercity finally came to an end.

Your testimony definitely helped with your involvement in the case and the accusations against you, but Jungkook and the guys also fought like hell for your innocence. In the end, it all worked out and you were finally free.

Free to live, free to love, and free to be with Jungkook.

Now, as you sit in the car with him on the driver's seat, you stare out the window and at the city lights.

The city is always beautiful any time of the day but for you, it's much more of a marvel at night. And as you stare at the blinking city lights before you, you think that things will finally be alright.

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[syrupgirl]

Hi can I request number 26 with a female reader and Neteyam please?

“Oh look, they’re back, they’re back!” Tuk jumped up and down on the balls of her little feet. Her tail swished back and forth behind her, swishing up leaves an it’s wake.

Neteyam looked up from the herb he was grinding in time to see the scouting team return from their mission. Typically, Neteyam would join them on these types of expeditions, but his grandmother had decided he needed to start taking his role as the next Olo’eyktan seriously. He though he had been, but apparently not to Mo’at’s (high) standards.

Neteyam set down his work and jogged over to the cliffs edge. The steady beat of the Ikran’s wings got louder and louder as he got closer and he could just make out their riders. He got as close as he could to the edge without the risk of getting crushed and smiled brightly.

Lo’ak touched down first and dismounted his Ikran with ease. It was clear on the boys face that he was eager to report back to their father on his findings.

“Hey bro.” Lo’ak muttered briefly before completely breezing past his older brother and off further into the camp.

Neteyam snorted a short ‘welcome back, bro’ before turning back to the rest of the squad. Suddenly, a squealing sound erupted from somewhere in front of him. He squinted and tip toed slightly as he tried to look past the crowd of riders taking up his field of vision.

Finally, he got a good look over everyone’s heads and could finally see the spruce of all that racket. The first thing he took notice of was his youngest sister who had latched herself onto one of the scouts. And the second was who the scout was.

“Yn!” Tuktirey screamed with her little lungs, her eyes almost completely shut from the fat of her cheeks being pushed up from her big smile.

You gripped her back with equal vigor. Albeit, a little awkwardly, since she barely met your chest in height.

“Oh, my little tuktuktuk!” You gently pinched the tips of her twitching ears as she pried herself off of you and smiled when she giggled hysterically.

Neteyam watched the two of you as you continued to converse animatedly. He felt a little creepy just..watching you but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt such a sweet moment. It warmed his heart to see the love and care you had for Tuk. You treated her like your own little sister and she soaked up every single ounce of your attention and affection that she could get.

“-ere is he? Netey- Oh! There he is! Neteyam!”

The eldest Sully was quickly snapped out of his creeping by Tuk as she trudged towards him, dragging you by the hand behind her.

“You didn’t even say ‘hi’ to her!” She mock pouted and shoved you in front of her. Truthfully, Neteyam did feel bad that he didn’t seek you out the minute you returned but that feeling didn’t trump the embarrassment creeping up his neck at this forced proximity between you two.

You snickered at the girl, “Oh hush, Tuk. He is saying ‘hello’ now isn’t he?” Turning back to him, you raised an eyebrow. As if to ask ‘are you saying hello?’

“Uh- oh um yeah. Hi- hey.” Yeah, because that sounded like a normal greeting.

You chuckled briefly before you wrapped your arms around his body and squeezing tightly.

“Hi, Neteyam.”

The boy responded with a light huff and his arms wrapping around you. He settled his head next to your and tilted his face slightly towards your hair, taking a deep breath in.

All too quickly, your head turned which forced Neteyam to move his out of the way. He was greeted by your incredulous smile and he could feel heat bleeding into his face.

“Did you just…Smell my hair?” You asked through chuckles.

Before you could blink, Neteyam was out of your embrace and vehemently denying that any smelling took place.

You and Tuk broke down in your own fit of giggles at his sputtering which made Netuam all the more flustered and desperate to clear his case, waving his arms around.

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[thesamoanqueen]

Emotional support

Tagged by my lovely foreva honorary friend @wrestlezaynia for a WIP friday.

A/N: for @xxtremee (is not a big long story but I did something)

She knew that pose, he used it even acting as the Tribal Chief, in front of cameras. Even outside, however, it didn't mean anything good and the chaos erupted from his family was enough to make her know what had happened. She had observed him while she helped tidy up, she had seen him scratch his dark beard, listen angry comments and complaints, nod a couple of times. He was sad, even though he was a big boy and he was keeping it in silence, she was not a football fan, but for him years before it had almost been his dream career and it was enough to make her a sad about that defeat too.

Finishing putting away the potato salad in another lunch box ready for who knows which member of his huge family, she saw him leave them after a while to join her

- They fought in the final, its a win anyway – she didn't know how the football business worked, but she was a visibility and marketing conoisseur, it couldn't have hurt the niners to be in the Super Bowl for sure.

- Next year maybe we'll make it – Roman agreed with a slightly too heavy breath and she felt like hugging him, showering him with kisses, anything just to take away that face from him.

Maybe was not a good idea in front of everyone, not with the racket in the living room and his cousins and uncles threatening to tear the house down, but maybe she could lighten the mood.

-You know, if you need emotional comfort, I can help in many ways... - she proposed, casting an elusive glance much lower and Roman put down the glass he had taken to look at her - I was trying to be helpful, doing my part. I thought it might help to lighten things up a bit, my bad – she cut it short, falling silent when his sister, Vanessa, stormed in the kitchen, passing them both without a glance.

Roman kept the fridge open for her, giving her time to get some juice for who knows which one of the many kids who were running around and Y/N smiled at her too, when she left in a hurry, taking advantage of things to put down the potato salad that was still in her hand.

- It can help – she heard Roman admit, shifting his attention from his sister to her with ease and Y/N widened her eyes, surprise quickly turning into a giggle at seeing him show a more contrite face than when he joined her.

- I'll do everything I can to make you feel better, I promise – she said, patting his chest playfully while he leaned down to hold her again, laughing softly.

It may not have gone as they had planned, either for the niners or for him, but she was pretty sure that one way or another they would all find something to overcome the emotional trauma.

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[exeggcute]

got one of those fake geek squad spam/phishing emails but the itemized bill listed "geek protection" as the service rendered, which I kinda love. what I want to know is whether this is a protection racket situation for the safety of geeks like me or a pest control situation where someone's spraying the perimeter of my house to keep geeks out

[i0veless]

GUITAR STRING HEART 3 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist and singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 4.7k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ poorly translated spanish, portugues italian and french, sexual jokes, tension, drinking, smoking, jealousy, alcohol and partying as a coping mechanism, break up over text, mention of depression and lack of eating, a lot of crying, slight love triangle, mbappe is kinda a dick, halland is an angel - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ I'm so sorry that this is late. I had some personal issues, but everything is okay now, and I'll be back to posting as normal. obviously, this is the last part of the three-part series, which makes me sad as I really do love this series - I may do an epilogue if I feel like it. But otherwise, I will be writing some of the other ideas I have planned. Also, sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I'll try and edit it later, but I just wanted to post it so you guys wouldn't have to wait any longer. ]

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"So, are we just going to ignore the tension between the two of you?" meanwhile, on the opposite side of Paris, PSG's first team sat in Marco Verratti's apartment as planned the previous day. They would hang out before heading to the concert. But as the boys indulged in the rare day off and looked forward to their activities later that night, some players couldn't help but bring up the noticeable tension between Kylian and the Singer/Guitarist of their favourite band.

"Thank god I thought I was the only one." Sergio Ramos said, happy that Pembélé had brought this up. As all eyes were now on Mbappe, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. He quickly tried to dismiss the topic; he suggested they play FIFA in a last-ditch attempt to distract his teammates from the obvious suspense between the former lovers. It didn't work. But at least he tried.

Looking to his friends for support, Hakimi spoke up. "Brother, just tell them." before looking towards Neymar and Messi for a second and third opinion, he let out a deep sigh in response to their nods. "I guess it all started…" within the next 15 minutes, the number seven told them everything - well, almost everything as the group were left dumbfounded and confused about how Kylian had managed to keep it low profile with a person of Y/N stature.

"So, wait, the rumours are true?" Marquinhos asked in disbelief, and wide eyes, another nod from the young star, left the team perplexed again. "Santo Cielo!" Ramos cursed in Spanish as he took another swing of his drink. While his teammates were baffled by this new information, Kylian hung his head in shame. Noticing his friend's dishearted spirit, Hakimi told the boys to quiet down not to make him feel any worse.

As the racket finally died, the squad tried to comfort the young player. But that had little effect on the boy's broken heart, but he appreciated the kind remarks. As a pregnant silence developed in the following moments, the boys all looked at each other. "Why don't you get back together? I mean, the two of you are clearly in love." Verratti said in an appeal as. They weren't over each other. "We didn't end on the best of terms."

His answer was enough for his teammates to imagine the multiple scenarios that could have gone down between the two. "I was the one who called off the relationship" the striker's statement confounded his fellow players more - why would he break up with someone he was blindly in love with? "I was stupid." the declaration was followed by faux coughs from Neymar. "Yah think?" he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Wait, you knew about this?" Ramos said wide-eyed as he looked between his two teammates. "Hakimi and Messi, too, but trust me, we found our by accident, parceiro", Neymar confessed. "But on a real note Ky, the two of you gotta patch things up" the Brazilian player was right, as much as he hated to admit it. "She's not going to forgive me, Neymar. Trust me. I know," the French player said in defeat, much to his friend's annoyance. "Have you talked to her?" Messi asked, wondering where he got that stupid idea from.

"No", facepalm, "Then how do you know that she's not gonna forgive you" the Argentina player questioned again, getting ready to prove him wrong. Regardless of whatever stupid point next came out of his mouth. "Look…" trailing off slightly, Kylian swirled his drink in his hand before taking a sip, cringing at the taste of the bitter alcohol. Vodka - Y/N's favourite. "She's not the type to forgive and forget."

"But for you, she would be" the comment helped slightly clear any doubts regarding her ex's love for him, but the singer wasn't just going to forgive him. Fucking hell, she wrote a whole album about how he ripped her heart in two. Safe to say, if he wanted her back, he would have to work for it. "look, I get it, ky. Heck, your right. She has the right to be angry, but that doesn't mean you should give up. Because this may be your last chance to get her back, so don't do something that you won't regret,"

Mbappe listened to Ramos with intent knowing that he was speaking from experience. "But how am I even going to get her to talk to me…" looking at his friends in concern, "you just leave that to us." With this bit of newfound confidence and a lot of encouragement from his teammates, he felt his spirits lift, optimistic that things may work out for them. He looked towards his teammates as they anticipated his answer - Okay, what's the plan." with that project, guitar string was ago.

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maneskin can't wait ⤷ bloodyvalentine 🙏🙏🙏

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HALLAND good luck today, sweetheart

Y/N thank you :)

Nerves were running high, not just because it was the last show of their tour. But because a lot was going on. They had been teasing the highly anticipated Bloody Valentines x Maneskin collaboration since the two bands met after Maneskin won the Euro vision song concert. But there was also drama behind the sense. The fact that two people Y/N wished were on the other side of the world rather would be in touching distance of her. Kylian and Earling.

Kylian, for obvious reasons, was her ex, so for blatant reasons, she wanted him at a ten-hundred-meter distance. But since that was impossible, she would have to power through and act unbothered. But what made this situation ten times more uncomfortable was the fact that her latest hook-up was there. Now don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the Norwegian. But it was slightly awkward that she unintentionally hooked up with her ex's rival. Now, usually, she wouldn't care. But the two were going to be in the same room. And the last thing Y/N wanted was for this to turn into a shit show.

As the two groups sat backstage, tuning their instruments - mentally preparing for the performance that awaited them. They stood behind the thin fabric separating them from the screaming fans who had decided to entertain themselves by singing Queen songs. But Y/N was nervous. Not because of the crowd, she had been stressing all morning, and it showed. "Baby, sit down your pacing is giving me a headache." Victoria, Maneskin's bassist, groaned as she rubbed her temples. Patting the seat beside her, Y/N plopped herself down next to Victoria.

"Why are you worried, la mia futura moglie" The Italian woman asked, looking at her friend concerned. "This isn't about who you were with last night, Y/N - is it?" Sabrina's question made her go quiet. Dame, her girl, was good.

"Wait, wait aspetta un secondo. Who did you spend the night with, mi cara? That wasn't me." The guitarist from Maneskin, Thomas Raggi interveined. The two guitarists had a curious relationship.

They had hooked up multiple times, but there was no feeling there. They were friends before causal sex partners and after the duo bonded over heartache. They vowed to comfort each other emotionally and physically until either was in a relationship, and they have stayed true to that promise till the present day. "Someone", the Bloody Valentine's singer's response naturally intrigued the Italians. They were very open about their hook-ups and one-night stands, so what could be wrong with this one?

"Darling, I doubt it's that bad", Damiano, the lead singer of Maneskin, said, still invested in what his friend had to say but highly doubting it was that bad. "I slept with my ex's rival" The sound of glass breaking made them all look toward Onyx, who was white as a ghost. "You slept with Erling-!?" Before the drummer could finish his sentence, a hand over his mouth (courtesy of Axel) shut him up as the group all looked at him pointedly. Quieting down the drummer, they turned their attention back to the singer.

"Okay, how did that happen?" Axel asked, unsure if he wanted to know how she got with the Norwegian star. "I mean, if you were doing it out of spite, fair play, but if not, why?" The male vocalist asked his bandmate as they eagerly waited for a reply. "I just wanna know how you two met" Onyx was a whore for Halland, and it wasn't surprising that he cut Y/N off from answering so he could ask about Halland. "We met in the bathroom…After the match."

The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together as her bandmates looked shocked, and maneskin just looked confused. "Am I the only one who's lost?" Ethan, the luscious locked drummer of the Italian band, said, "We didn't do anything, we talked and exchanged numbers, and he did a favour for me, so I returned it" when she attempted to explain the situation, it only made it sound worse. "So you slept with him out of a favour," Axel said. Now angry that Halland may have coerced his friend into something.

"No! He was helping me with Onyx's Christmas present - he was getting me a signed jersey, and I got him and his team concert tickets in return. He didn't coerce me into anything, and we slept together after my argument with you. Everything that happened was consensual." Quickly correcting the wording of her previous statement, she was met with less angry faces as her mutuals let out a sigh of relief that nothing had happened to their friend. "And I'm worried because He and Kylian will be in the same section." Ah, that was a reasonably significant problem, but there was no time to discuss solutions as it was time for the show to begin.

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Angelic. That was one way to describe how Y/N was playing. She poured her heart and soul into her performance as the colourful light and pyrotechnics lit up the stage painting her skin in shades of pastel red, making her look ethereal yet dangerous. The air felt full of static as the final pluck of strings echoed around the arena before the boisterous applause roared loud enough for the entirety of Paris to hear. Safe to say, both teams were in awe of the band - and they were only four minutes into the set. It was almost enough to distract from the unmistakable tension between the two teams, all seated in the private VIP section. They were the only ones there, which was good because if a fight broke out, there would be no one else to witness it.

As the applause dipped slightly, Y/N finally spoke. "Paris, are you ready!" the screams of excitement made her smile. "Good to hear. We got a lot of surprises for you tonight. So remember, have fun and…" Axel continued the small introduction before allowing the fans to finish the iconic intro. "And fuck it up!" the crowd roared back, transitioning into the first song. As the lights and pyro changed accordingly to the music. Played in perfect harmony, the audience sang the lyrics word for word as the four performers sang with them.

Safe to say that Kylian was also singing the words. How couldn't he? Her songs were ingrained in his head like a tattoo, as players from both teams took videos/pictures and sang/danced to the music. Everything was going great until Halland happened. It was no great surprise to anyone that the two were sizing each other up, but what Mbappe didn't expect was to see out of the corner of his eye a picture of him and Y/N set as his wallpaper. He tried to rationalise the situation. Maybe it was from a while ago. Perhaps he edited it, but his heart still hurt no matter how he put it.

As he tried to ignore the claws of doubt scraping against his heart, were the two of you together? She wouldn't do that, Would she? Date someone who had made it his mission to put himself above him in every aspect. Surely she didn't hate him that much that she felt the need to spite him in a way that left such a brutal scar - on his ego and heart.

Still in shock, it took all the strength not to beat the bastard up. His sadness and confusion were now souring into rage and hatred while not being sure who it was focused towards, Halland or Y/N. Maybe both, but mainly Halland, as he didn't want to believe that the girl of his dreams could do something so heartless. He was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he deserved to feel like shit for what he did to her - but this was too far.

As the climax to the current song began, he unintentionally focused on the lyrics. "You were my everything, and all you did was make me fucking sad cuz second chance romance doesn't leave enough time for one last dance." It was second chance romance - his song. As he watched her from afar, he felt his heartbeat like a drum. Glancing between Y/N and Erling, he realised something, on stage, the two of them were nothing to her. All that mattered was her and the music. Just like in his current situation, all that mattered was having Y/N back in his arms, so God help him. This was one prize that he would not allow Halland to have. Ever. Take the trophies in football, but the singer's heart was his and his alone, and he would prove it to everyone tonight.

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The after-party was in full swing at the french nightclub 'tigre blanc.', as the smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol lay thick as the mob people celebrated on the first floor. The upstairs floor was reserved for the celebrities and other elite to enjoy the after-party without worrying about being swamped with fans. But unfortunately, Maneskin couldn't make it as they needed to fly back to the US. As the PSG squad sat in a booth enjoying the expensive alcohol, they all watched in concern as their teammate looked like he was about to break his glass.

Kylian felt like decapitating halland as he watched from afar, throwing himself all over Y/N. He was not enjoying himself as he revelled in jealousy and seemingly ingested more alcohol than humanly possible. Safe to say, this was a recipe for disaster. Wanting to do nothing more than walk up to them and break Halland's fucking face in, but he didn't. Knowing full well, the singer would hate him even more.

As another hour flew by, it was clear to his teammates that Kylian was drunk on equal parts jealousy and alcohol. So finally having enough of Mbappe's sour demeanour, they put their plan into motion. "Who up for a game of never have I ever?" Neymar yelled loudly, receiving scattered applause as everyone quickly formed a circle. "Hey, love birds, get over here!"

Onyx yelled to his bandmate and the Norwegian star as he watched the two stumble over (clearly drunk), taking a seat next to each other - truthfully, if they had sat any closer, the girl would have been in the blond's lap. With one arm secured around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder, and their hands intertwined, safe to say that Hallnad was complacent. As the circle consisted of PSG, man city and band associates, safe to say everyone could feel the tension brewing.

"Okay, let's begin. If any of you are unfamiliar with the game, take a shot. If you have done what the question is asking, I'll go first. Never have I ever kissed a friend's sibling," Neymar said, starting the game quickly to defuse the escalating situation. As multiple people began downing their shots, Sabrina looked towards her bandmates. "Ya'll better not fucking take a shot cuz if I find out any of yall have kissed my brother, I'm gonna kill you." the bassist said as she took her shot.

"Wait, who?" Axel said in surprise. "Jackson Mays, older brother." the mention of the asshole from high school made Y/N gag in disguise. "Didn't he get arrested for selling drugs or something?" the rest of the group watched a mixture of amusement and shock at the interesting people that the four knew.

"Oo, I have a good one. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." Phil Foden spoke, taking his shot a second later. "Was meant for the Mrs, went to jack instead, which made everyone laugh at the stupid confession. "At least now I know he's not lying about how big he is." The group of drunk people found that report very amusing as Foden turned a bright shade of red. But what caught people off guard was when Y/N tipped her shot into her mouth, hoping no one would notice.

"Who was it?" Neymar asked, knowing full well the answer, "An old flame" was all she could muster as her grip on Hallands hand tightened, and a sickening feeling swelled in her stomach. Truthfully the answer was Kylian. He knew it was Kylian - heck. It was how they met each other in the first place. Sabrina got a new number, and they joked about sending each other dirty/flirty text, but Y/N's messages when to the wrong number, which happened to be a famous footballer. An awkward conversation between a musician and a baller turned into a whirlwind romance.

As the tension builds again, Y/N tries to deflect from the obvious by continuing the game, "Okay, never have I ever faked an orgasm?" As all of the women in the circle (Y/N included) down their shot, the men look at them in horror. "Are men really that bad?" Ramos asked in shock at the revelation that most men are dreadful at making their partners orgasm. "You have no idea," Sabrina said, shooting a little look towards Kylian as if to say something without opening her mouth.

Now she knew that Kylian always made his partners cum. How did she know this? Y/N told her she knew he was good sexually, but that wasn't why she commented. It wasn't to bruise his ego but to see if he was genuine about her friend. Sabrina knew that Mbappe wanted the singer back. Heck, a blind man could tell you that. But she wanted to see how far he was willing to go because he would have to walk a mile over fucking glass after the shit he pulled.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Halland's contribution to the game made Y/N look up to him, see she confided in him and told him a couple of things that she probably shouldn't have, but she never said to him that - educated guess, maybe. Y/N knew she should stop, but right now, being sober would only make things worse. At least if she were drunk, she would have some reason to excuse her behaviour. One gulp and the shot was gone, "No way, how could someone break up with you over text" Kevin De Brunier asked in shock.

"A fucking idiot", Halland responded for her as she felt herself growing more upset by the minute. The remainder of the way that she had her heart broken. Over a fucking text message. Many months of love and vigour, countless hours spilling her darkest secrets, lust and passion mixed with sweet nothings meant nothing more than a single line of text to him. 'We aren't going to work. I'm sorry, but we need to break up.' In his words, not her's.

And she just accepted it. She didn't resist or fight for the love that she cared for so dearly. Instead, she mourned the loss of someone she thought would be her forever. She coped in the only way she knew how. Drinking, partying and smoking as she fell into a deep depression. As she hardly slept or ate anything, it took Y/N a long time to finally feel like herself again. But now she was back at square one.

But the singer wasn't the only one going through the motions as Kylian felt the rage of a thousand suns burn inside him, and in a moment of heated outrage, he said something he would regret. "Never have I ever wanted to get back with my ex." as tension reached new heights, "I'm gonna go smoke." with that, Y/N walked away from the situation, unable to face him. As she tried to hold back her tears, she walked up the stairs that led to the club's roof. She was utterly unaware of her surroundings. As the night's cold air welcomed her, she walked towards the roof's edge.

She sat with her leg dangling over the edge as she lit a cigarette. Letting out a deep sigh as the rush of s nicotine hit, "You know those things are gonna kill you." Halland joined the girl on edge as Y/N took another deep puff before exhaling in euphoria. "It's a form of coping. I'm just so stressed," the singer finally spoke, her eyes full of tears. "You know it's okay to cry", and with those words, Y/N began to cry so violently that her whole body began to shake. As Erling placed her head into the nook of his shoulder, he let the girl of his affection release her pent-up emotions.

After her heavy tears reduced to sniffles and sobs, the football player asked her a question that made her want to cry again. "You are still in love with him, aren't you" with that, more tears streamed down her face as she cried her heart out. she had ruined her make-up. "I do, and I fucking hate it. Why can't I stop? Please make it stop." the girl's voice cracked mid-sentence making her sound even more pitiful than she already did. The Norwegian hugged the girl as tightly as he could. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

As much as Halland wanted Y/N for himself, he couldn't take advantage of her. He had already done it once. When they hooked up, it was clear that it only happened because they were intoxicated and emotional. But that didn't mean that he didn't love her, no. He would give anything to see her happy. That is why he was going to let her run back to Mbappe. Even if it hurt his pride, he was happy as long as he made her happy. But if he messed up again, he would treat the singer like the queen she was.

As they stayed in each other's embrace, they were unaware of the third party watching from the door. Clearing his throat, Kylian made his presence known. As Y/N went frigid with fear, she looked towards Halland for help, but all he did was nod slightly as if to say, 'talk to him. Please, for all our sakes', to which she agreed. "If you need me, I'll be with the others, okay."

And with that, the Norwegian left, but not before he and his rival had a short stare-down. The PSG player slowly walked towards his ex-lover as if she was a scared animal, worried she would run off at a moment's notice. They fell into a heavy silence as he kept his distance beside her. "What happened to us, mon amore?" the player asked, looking at the girl. "We ended, Kylian, that's what happened. You ripped my heart in two, and you left." the bitter tone was enough to tell mbappe how she felt about the split.

"That was a mistake, ange de mon coeur" God, she missed the sound of him speaking french, but Y/N refused to cave in - she couldn't. Getting up, she began to walk towards the door. This conversation was over. Kylian walked behind her, quickly grabbing her wrist and gently making her stop dead in her tracks. "Let go of me, please", refusing to look in his direction. Her heart begged her to embrace him. But if she did, there was a chance that this would end in disaster. She would be left like a broken china doll again, leaving her to put herself together again. It was not going to happen.

"Let's talk about this, please" Kylian sounded just as desperate, if not more, as he refused to let go of her hand as he intertwined their fingers. "No, Kylian, we shouldn't talk about it." in a fable attempt to deny him any comfort, she removed her hand from his. "Why not" now he was on the brink of crying, "bébé, please look at me." he knew how to tug on her heartstrings as she turned to look into his deep eyes. She said, inches apart and breath fanning each other's faces.

"Kylian, don't" as this point, she didn't know what she was saying no to, but frankly, she didn't care. "Don't call me that" it sounded like more of a plea than a demand. "But you love it when I speak french." he knew what he was doing, and in his defence, it was working. "that is exactly the problem, Kylian. We can't keep doing this" Y/N was frustrated and angry, and the alcohol was not helping. "Doing what?" now playing oblivious, they looked into eyes of each other, both telling two different stories.

"We aren't good for each other" the whisper did not sound very convincing. "Did Halland tell you that?" the question was a mixture of anger and dread. What could the Norwegian have said to her before his arrival? "No" a slight sight of relief didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. "Then why" his voice was small and breathy, as if he was unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"You hurt me, Kylian. I thought you were my one, and you destroyed me." The silence was deafening as they stood face to face for the first time in a year. "I told you things I had never told anyone. I let you into my world. I showed you my dreams and fears, and you disregarded them. I put my heart in your hand, and you threw it away like it was nothing, Ky it hurt. Did I not even deserve to be broken up face to face? Did I mean that little to you?" As he stood there and listened, he felt his throat dry as his words got stuck.

"No, ma reine", he protested. How could Y/N say that? she meant everything to him - did she not know that? "Then why did you hurt me?" tears again fell from her eyes for the nth time. "I don't know" the singer appreciated his honesty, but it still hurt. "But it was the biggest regret I have ever had."

"That doesn't fix things. Kylian"

"I know"

As the two stood closer than ever, they felt the tension hit the stratosphere. "But it's a start." with that, two sets of lips collided in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth, swirl and bite. Hands all over each other as they momentarily forgot their problems. Breaking apart with heavy breathing and noses still touching, "If we do this promise me one thing", Y/N said, short of breath, "Anything, ma princess." giving him a small peck on the lips before speaking ", please don't leave me again."

"let get out of here"

"my place?"

"sure"

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Clonetober- Day 17

Prompt:“Don’t put that in your mouth!”/accidental child/shiny acquisition/Mandalorian AU

Prompt list by @ladysongmaster Divider by djarrex

Howzer stared out the window across from his bed, watching the rain fall in heavy torrents from the dark sky. He was supposed to be sleeping, they all were. He knew very well that he wasn’t the only one awake, even if Chip was pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re awake,” Howzer said softly. 

“Of course I am,” came Chip’s reply. “How could anyone sleep with the racket outside our door?”

Howzer glanced over to where Sparx was loudly snoring on the bunk below Chip’s. Then again, Sparx could probably sleep through anything. That seemed to include the argument happening outside their barracks, which had been going on for at least 45 minutes at this point. Howzer had tried to ignore it at first and just go to sleep, but had been unsuccessful. 

“Do you think one of us should go out and see what’s going on?” he asked. 

“If they wanted us to be part of the conversation, they would include us,” Chip said. “I say we mind our own business and try to sleep.”

Howzer sighed and laid back down on his bunk to stare at the ceiling. The voices outside the door continued on, only slightly muffled by the layers between them and the room. He wondered if they knew the boys inside could hear them.

Is it really not minding your own business if the argument in question is about you?

The argument he had been listening to was between the squad’s trainers, Venri and Drael Arwani. Apparently Venri had learned something about the training they were expected to give them that she didn’t agree with and had been talking to her husband about it. He also didn’t seem too pleased with the information, but had been arguing that they had been hired to do a job and needed to do what they were paid for. 

Howzer had tuned out the actual words of their argument after the first ten minutes, letting their voices become a background noise. He knew some of the methods that had been used to train himself and his brothers had not been gentle ones. They were training to be soldiers, so why would they be? But, whatever Venri had learned seemed to be serious as she had been so passionately against it.

Howzer’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door to the barracks whooshing open before closing again. He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping whoever was there would believe his act. Soft footsteps indicated the person had entered the room and was heading in his direction. The whispered voice at his side a few moments later caught him by surprise.

“Howzer? Are you awake?”

Howzer opened his eyes to see the small form of Binti, the Arwani’s daughter, standing beside his bunk. The faint glow coming from the emergency lighting above the door allowed him to get a shadowy glimpse of her features, which he could see were twisted in worry.

“What’s up?” he asked softly. “It’s the middle of the night, why are you here?”

“My parents…” she started before closing her mouth and looking back towards the door.

“They’ve been at that for quite a while now,” he said. “I’m sure they’ll quiet down soon.”

Binti turned back toward him, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her gaze avoiding his.

“I think they want to leave Kamino,” she whispered. “At least mom does. Dad thinks they should stay and do their job.”

“And what do you think?”

Binti looked up to meet his eyes and he could see the tears welling up in them.

“I don’t want to leave you guys,” she said shakily. “You’re my friends, and I don’t want to leave without you.” 

“If Venri has her way, you won’t have to,” Chip’s voice said from his bunk.

“What?” Howzer and Binti said in unison, a little too loudly. 

A quiet groan from the other set of bunks was heard before Flame sat up, his long brown curls sticking in every direction. He yawned and tiredly rubbed at his eyes before peering over the edge of his bunk.

“What’s going on?” he asked. 

“Venri wants to take us away from Kamino so we can grow up somewhere else,” Chip said. “She doesn’t like the plans they have in place for our training.”

“Just us?” Flame asked. “What about everyone else?”

Chip shrugged at his question and gestured towards the door.

“I was just listening to what they were saying. Wasn’t exactly around to ask questions.”

“Where would we go?” Howzer asked. 

“To live with Mandalorians,” Binti said. “My grandma was one, so dad would be welcomed as one too.”

“You can’t know that,” Chip cut in. “They would have to hide if they took us. They would be considered criminals.”

“As are most Mandalorians that still follow the warrior ways,” said a voice from the door.

All four of them snapped their heads in the direction of the voice to see Drael standing at the entrance to the room, light from the hallway silhouetting his form. Binti scrambled away from Howzer’s side to stand before her father.

“Are we going to leave?” she asked. 

“Yes. Go help your mother pack our things.”

Binti looked over her shoulder and met Howzer’s gaze. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile before she did as her father instructed. Once the door closed behind her, Drael walked to the end of Howzer’s bunk.

“I don’t know how much of our discussion you heard, but Venri and I have come to an agreement,” he said. “We are going to leave Kamino and make our way to find a settlement of remnant Mandalorian warriors. We would like you boys to come with us, if you are willing.”

Howzer looked up to look at Chip and saw his usually serious expression contorted into one of inner conflict. He knew that the rules and order of things was important to his brother and the decision to run away from everything they had known would be a difficult one.

“Can we all discuss it privately?” Howzer asked. “Just the five of us?”

Drael nodded his head and turned to move back to the door.

“I’ll give you an hour and then return to see what decision you’ve come to.”

When he left the room, a quiet stillness settled over the occupants. The weight of the decision they needed to make was heavy on their minds. Howzer stood up from his bunk and moved to shake Sparx awake. His brother looked up at him with a bleary expression, confusion in his eyes.

“We have something important to talk about,” Howzer said. “It has an impact on our future.” 

“That sounds ominous,” Sparx said as he sat up. “It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No,” Chip said as he climbed down from his bunk. “We need to deal with it now.”

“Deal with what now?” Pyro asked, having been woken by Flame.

Howzer moved to stand where he could see all of his squad, his gaze shifting from face to face.

“If we want to leave Kamino and become Mandalorians or stay here and go on to serve the Republic,” he said. “The Arwani’s are leaving and want to take us with them. We have an hour to make a decision.”

“So, do we want to have a life of adventure, but abandon our brothers?” Chip said. “Or do we stick to the path chosen for us? The one we were made for?”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Please reblog, like, and comment! This will have a part 2 later in the month!

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Thank you for the tag @waitmyturtles beloved <33 glad to be considered part of the ephemerality squad despite being inactive recently :')

Current time: 10:14am

Current activity: having lunch with friends!

Currently thinking about: morning rehearsal... I need to work on the new piece we got today!

Current favourite song: asking my favourite anything is so cruel </3 anyway either CHANGGWI by Ahn Ye Eun, Psycho by Mia Rodriguez or ICHIDAIJI by POLKADOT STINGRAY!

Currently reading: oooh, last night I finished Several People Are Typing by Calvin Kasulke and I LOVED it, so fun! I adore reading atypical formats and the book itself was so good. I'm going to start The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu later tonight - it looks good!

Currently watching: Home School (ended on ep 14 yesterday and I am only strengthening my poly agenda), Hidden Agenda (Louis and AJ have my whole heart <3) and Racket Boys with my mom (it's such a heartwarming show I love it so much!).

Current favourite character: AAAA making me pick favorites again! They're all my beloveds, hmm.... okay, Palm for sure, he's one of my all time blorbos! Also currently spinning White from Home School in my brain at exponential speeds, I love her :)

Current WIP: okay, so:

Metas - I have a nlmg meta cooking in my drafts that I will eventually post but I need time to finish writing, and an old soundwin one

Fics - currently? absolutely nothing, your girl is Tired after writing 62 fics (count em!) for October so I'm taking a short break ((but I doubt I'll be able to stay away for long sjfkdk))

Art - working on crocheting a pillow for my sister! I'm using one of her doodles (she draws) to tapestry crochet, so the front of the pillow will look like this:

but lilac purple!

And, finally, tags - @jojotichakorn @akawrites000 @cornflowershade @soundwin @vegasandhishedgehog @mutlishipperfangirl @ieatwoodchips @welcome-to-the-shit-library and anyone else who sees this! <3

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I’m pretty sure I have a good idea who your favorite Fire Emblem character is so is it ok if I ask for your top five?

out of the entire series? honestly that's a tough one, especially cuz i'm suffering engage brain rot right now lol and it's been so long since i played the other games my list would just be engage+three houses

engage fave is merrin ofc <3, second is goldmary (+rest of the racket of solm)

three houses - i have a soft spot for the sapphics edelgard, dorothea, monica

fates - it's been so long since I played (i really need to get on to playing the gay fates mod) but I remember liking camilla and her squad

awakening - very boring answer but f!robin

im not a true fe fan because I haven't actually played any of the older games, I only really know them from heroes </3 i'll get around to them one day tho!! im mostly here for the girlies and sapphics

thanks for asking!

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Persona

Hoseok's undercover, and his case is ramping up. The only problem is, you've somehow got embroiled in the thick of it.

A sequel to Last Man, can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader

Genre: Special Agent! Hoseok AU, smut

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, violence, mention of blood

Jung Hoseok, in his persona as Kim Minjae, doesn’t say much. He communicates with grunts and tilts of his head, sniffs and shrugs.

Thankfully, no one expects hired muscle to wax poetic. Seonghwa, the man who got him into this racket, glances over at him.

‘You dressed up for this?’ he snorts.

Hoseok looks down slowly at his torn shirt and jeans and his work boots. He shrugs and gives Seonghwa a dead-eyed look.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes and drops it.

They get in the truck and drive to an industrial estate on the edge of town. Hoseok watches with interest at the setup already running.

Three other men have formed a line loading crates into the back of a van. Hoseok takes up position at the back of the line, closest to the pallet. The crates are heavier than he expected, stamped with serial numbers he tries to memorise.

Hoseok’s good with numbers, better than he is with words, anyway.

He’s loading the last of the crates when Seonghwa swears. ‘Fucking cops.’

They haven’t discussed this, but the first man jumps into the van and drives off.

‘Police! Stay where you are!’ shouts a familiar voice.

Hoseok tries to place it as he turns and runs. Seonghwa’s already a hundred yards ahead of him, as are the other two guys.

There’s heavy breathing behind him, footsteps. Hoseok’s tucked his arms, accelerating, when a breathless voice says, ‘Hobi?’

Hoseok comes to a dead stop, and you plow straight into him, knocking you both to the ground.

Hoseok pulls you into his arms to cushion your fall.

‘Goddamn it Hoseok,’ you hiss, on top of him, lips inches from his.

‘It’s Kim Minjae,’ Hoseok says, quickly.

He lets you cuff him and haul him to his feet for appearances.

Officer Jeon Jungkook stomps past, holding onto a cuffed Seonghwa. He does a double take when he sees Hoseok, but wisely, says nothing apart from, ‘You ok there, Y/N?’

‘I will be,’ you say darkly.

Hoseok lets you stuff him into your squad car, waits until you’ve started driving.

You pull over into a layby, kill the engine, and turn to him. ‘What’s the story, Hoseok?’

Your tone is brisk, you’re all business.

Hoseok sits back. ‘Can you come in the back and talk to me?’

You roll your eyes but slide into the backseat with him. There’s not much room, but at least he can see your face clearly now.

He lifts his cuffed wrists. ‘Can you uncuff me?’

‘No,’ you say. Your mouth is opening to say something else but Hoseok’s already leaned forward to kiss you.

Your lips clash with an intensity that makes you tremble. Hoseok can feel the adrenaline, starting to ebb after getting in the car with you, surge again, making his heartbeat accelerate, his senses sharpen.

You smell like the soap he still uses, and you taste like fucking heaven.

‘Uncuff me,’ Hoseok growls. His voice comes out lower, the way it always does when he’s close to you.

You’re leaning into him, one arm curled over his shoulder, the other on his chest.

‘No,’ you say, eyes bright.

Hoseok lunges forward and nips at the side of your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin, tongue flicking out to soothe over the faint mark he’s made.

His name spills from your lips in a moan.

Cuffed as he is, Hoseok’s physically incapable of pulling you into his lap and fucking you the way he desperately wants to, so he pulls away, leaning back against the seat.

He spreads his legs, trying to make room for his hardening cock. He watches the way your eyes drop to his crotch with smug satisfaction.

He catches your eyes on him, and he smirks.

‘If you want my cock, ask nicely,’ he says, unable and unwilling to hide the preening satisfaction in his tone.

Your eyes spark, and your lips thin into a line.

Unexpectedly, when you speak, your voice is soft, at odds with the way your eyes are flashing angrily at him.

‘I want your cock,’ you tell him. ‘I want you, Hobi.’

Your pretty hands go to the waistband of your regulation khakis, unbuttoning, unzipping. You slip your khakis down, and Hoseok has no idea if they’re on or off you completely because his gaze is transfixed by the underwear you have on.

Your panties are black, snug over your hips and ass, and completely see through.

You turn around, ass in his face. Hoseok says, hoarsely, ‘Stay like this.’

Obedient, you still completely.

Hoseok leans forward and catches the waistband of your panties between his teeth. Your panties slide off the curve of your ass so easily Hoseok’s taking it as a sign from the gods.

You reach behind you and tug your panties midway down your thighs.

Hoseok buries his face between your legs from behind, relishing the squeak you let out.

He opens his mouth and licks up your slit.

Your hand reaches out blindly behind you. ‘Hoseok,’ you moan.

Hoseok ignores you in favour of re-acquainting himself with your cunt. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, whilst he’s been undercover as Kim Minjae.

He licks again, another long stripe, the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit, and he can feel you tremble again.

‘Uncuff me,’ he growls into your cunt.

He has no idea what your reply is over the blood rushing in his ears, over the way you’re moaning his name.

You’re wet, so wet. Hoseok buries his face between your legs and licks again, tongue slipping against your folds, wishing he was filling you with his fingers instead, his cock.

He groans against your cunt, and your legs shake. He licks up your arousal, grunting at the taste of you. God, he’s missed you.

Your skin is cool under his hot mouth.

To his delight, you’re grinding against his face now, breathless and soft, whining in that way you do when you’re close.

Hoseok bites the flesh of your ass, and you cry out. He does it again, and you’re panting now.

‘Hobi, Hobi, I’m gonna -‘

Hoseok licks over your clit again, and then he can feel you pulsing, tightening, gushing over his lips.

You’re still shivering a little when you turn around. You’ve always been good at taking care of him, always eager to reciprocate.

Hoseok admires your face as you smooth a hand over his hard cock, over his jeans.

He’s so hard he could burst.

‘Let me cum in your mouth,’ Hoseok says. He can’t recognise his own voice, he’s so aroused. His words feel thick, buttery in his mouth.

He swallows. ‘Please, baby.’

You’re unzipping him, your beautiful hands reaching into his boxer briefs, drawing out his leaking cock, humming with pleasure.

He’s in your mouth without ceremony, without teasing. You always know what he wants.

Your mouth was made for sin. You’re taking him in, moaning enjoyment, licking him like the popsicles you eat when you want to torment him.

Hoseok can feel the pleasure curling out from his dick, making his thighs loosen, making the tightness in his chest ease.

He wants to touch you so badly.

You brace a hand on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

You look up at him. ‘Let go, baby. I’ve missed you so much.’

Hoseok feels so much tenderness for you in that moment he would cry if you weren’t chasing his cock, letting his hips buck up into your face, taking him like you need him.

He cums instead, groaning your name. You swallow him down, every last drop, licking up the last pearl of cum that oozes out of his slit. Then you kiss the head of his cock.

‘Come up here,’ Hoseok rasps.

You’re already unlocking his handcuffs, your hands curling around his marked wrists.

‘I’ve missed you, Hobi,’ you say sweetly into his ear.

Hoseok wraps his arms around you, dropping kisses on your neck.

‘I’ve missed you.’

You lay in his arms for a while, until he slides a hand onto your breast, cupping it under your bra.

‘Get off,’ you say, halfheartedly.

‘Just a kiss,’ Hoseok says, coaxing.

He tugs your bra straps off, admiring how your nipples are taut for him.

He kisses one nipple, sloppy, sucking until you moan quietly.

‘I’m wet again,’ you tell him.

Hoseok licks your other nipple.

He slides a hand over your cunt, still soft and wet the way he likes you best.

He marvels at how quickly he can work you up. He knows your tits are sensitive, knows how wet you get just from him playing with your tits.

Sure enough, your breathing is faster, your body pliant under him as he licks at your nipples.

He slides a finger into you and wants to groan at how you clench around him.

‘Hobi,’ you cry.

‘More, baby?’ Hoseok asks, lifting off your breast with a pop as he breaks suction.

Shit, your breasts look so pretty right now, all wet and gleaming with his spit, nipples so hard he could stare at them for days.

‘Can you fuck me?’ you ask.

Hoseok’s semi-hard already. ‘Gonna need a minute,’ he says. ‘Let me suck your tits a bit, get you close.’

‘I’m close,’ you gasp.

Hoseok feels like he’s barely done anything to you. ‘You always cum so easy for me,’ he says. He flicks at a nipple, and your hips move against his hand.

‘So needy,’ he says.

You arch your back, hips moving against his palm. Hoseok curls his fingers inside you, and, gratifyingly, he can feel you tighten around him.

Your hand slips down to his cock.

‘Hobi please,’ you say, stroking him. Hoseok’s most of the way there already, to be fair.

Your fingers around his cock and the softness in your eyes gets him the rest of the way.

Hoseok pulls you on top of him and grabs your ass.

He plays with your tits as you get comfortable on top of him.

‘Fuck, Hobi,’ you moan.

Hoseok curls both his hands around your ass. ‘Yeah? Feel good?’

‘So good,’ you tell him. You grind against him, and it takes all of Hoseok’s willpower not to fill you up right there.

Your thighs flex as you ride him, Hoseok admires the gleam of your skin in the moonlight. He strokes his fingers along the cleft of your ass, pressing lightly.

‘Do it,’ you say. Hoseok looks up to see your irresistibly wicked smile.

In response, he puts his fingers in his mouth, letting saliva pool around them, getting them wet. Your ass is slick with your own arousal that he slides his fingers through.

You bite your lip as he pushes a finger into your ass.

Hoseok tilts your chin with his free hand.

‘Gonna fill you up, ok?’ he says, strain in his voice now, cock hard and twitching inside you.

You nod.

He presses his thumb to the point of your chin. Your skin always feels so soft.

‘Say it, baby,’ he says.

‘Fill me up,’ you say. You’re looking at him with such trust in your eyes Hoseok’s enamoured.

What was filthy sex segues into something more tender as you rock against him.

When you’re close you curl your arm around his neck, murmuring into his skin. ‘Fill me up, Hobi,’ you say softly.

‘I will,’ he promises. ‘Gonna make it good for you, cum for me first, ok?’

‘Close,’ you say. He can’t see your face but he can hear the need in your voice.

He pinches your nipple, and your thighs tighten around him. Then you’re cumming, pussy fluttering around him, milking him so hard the first spurts feel like he’s emptying his fucking soul into you.

It takes him a few moments before he realises you’re sniffling into his neck.

His first reaction is alarm. ‘Baby did I hurt you?’ he asks, pulling back, trying to see your face.

‘Nah,’ you say, voice thick with tears. ‘That was just so fucking good.’

Hoseok laughs, but he’s still concerned. You’ve been dating for months and he’s never seen you cry before.

He pulls back. ‘Somehow I thought when we used these they’d be on you and not me,’ he jokes, holding up the handcuffs.

You giggle and swipe at your tears. ‘Yeah,’ you agree.

You’re getting dressed now. ‘You can keep them off until we get there. I don’t want to blow your cover.’

There’s something about the set of your shoulders as you slip your top back on that makes Hoseok think of suppressed emotion.

‘Hey,’ he says, putting his hand on your hip. ‘Are you ok?’

There’s the faintest hesitation before you reply, but you say, convincingly, ‘yeah, I’m fine. I’ve missed you, that’s all. Are you ok, Hobi?’

‘I’ve missed you.’

You flash a smile at him. You know better than to ask him how long he’ll be undercover for.

The ride to the station takes place in silence.

You park up and open the back door.

Hoseok’s already re-cuffed himself. You hands are gentle on his arms as you lead him into the station, where Jungkook and Seonghwa are waiting.

‘Kim,’ Seonghwa says. ‘They have nothing to charge us with. Keep your mouth shut.’

Hoseok grunts.

‘What’s he gotta keep his mouth shut about?’ you ask, tone silky.

Seonghwa, wisely, shuts up.

***

In the interview room, Hoseok settles back in his chair.

‘What’s the story, Hoseok?’ you ask, back in professional mode.

‘Yeah, what’s the story?’ echoes Jungkook.

Hoseok likes Jungkook, but the kid sure is annoying sometimes.

He pauses until he can see irritation clouding Jungkook’s pretty features.

He can hear you sigh in exasperation.

‘Now that we’re all annoyed, can you tell us?’ you say, mildly.

‘Can I get some water?’ Hoseok asks, sweetly.

‘Dry?’ you ask. Your voice is still completely neutral, but there’s a spark of teasing in your eye that makes Hoseok’s dick twitch.

You’ve just fucked, he can still feel your cum on his dick, but fuck if he doesn’t want you again right now.

Who’s he kidding? He wants you all the time. It’s been a long two months undercover.

Hoseok flicks his tongue over his lower lip, and Jungkook huffs out a sigh and hands Hoseok a bottle of water.

‘It’s an extremist group,’ Hoseok says, after he’s chugged down half the bottle. He passes it to you without a thought, ignoring Jungkook’s sound of disgust.

‘Deputy Director Kim’s assigned me to find out where they’re getting their firepower from.’

You and Jungkook look at each other, and for the hundredth time, Hoseok’s struck by the family resemblance.

You’re a detective and Jungkook’s your younger cousin, a newly minted officer in your small town police force.

Deputy Director Joan Kim, Hoseok’s direct superior, also happens to be your mother, and Jungkook’s aunt.

Hoseok’s not sure how he found himself in a position where two women from the same family are constantly busting his balls in different ways, but he’s got no intention of giving you up. And no hope of finding a different job with his limited skill set, so he guesses he’s stuck like this for now.

He works for the state, always has since he left college. Taking down bad guys is all he knows, going undercover and taking on different personas is as natural to him as breathing by now. He’s good at it, his clearance rate is the highest in his cohort.

He’s confident about doing his job, less confident about his relationship with you. You’re pretty, and smart, and come from law enforcement royalty, which he hadn’t known until after he’d slept with you that first time. Not that it would have stopped him.

Hoseok learned long ago to take what he wanted because no one was going to give it to him.

He’d fuck you right now if you’d let him, and if he wasn’t worried about corrupting Jungkook. The kid’s got virgin written all over him.

He realises you’re talking to him. ‘Can we help?’ you ask, and Hoseok feels an unexpected wave of affection for you at the softness in your voice.

‘Don’t blow my cover,’ he replies.

He’s said it too harshly, he can tell by the way your expression falls slightly. He’s always doing this, being rough when you’re tender. He’s never as soft as he wants to be with you. He thinks he’s probably throwing up walls because he’s scared you’ll hurt him.

Hoseok isn’t ready to explore the depth of what he feels for you. It’s so much easier to just sleep with you.

You’re already getting up. ‘You’re free to go, Mr Kim,’ you tell him. You and Jungkook walk him out of the precinct.

Seonghwa’s waiting just outside.

‘Fucking pigs,’ he spits.

Hoseok doesn’t acknowledge his words.

‘The lady cop’s pretty though. Did she frisk you?’ Seonghwa’s suggestive tone makes Hoseok’s skin crawl.

Hoseok half grunts, half shrugs. ‘Who the fuck tipped off the cops?’

Seonghwa’s pulled out of whatever filthy fantasy’s putting that lewd grin on his face as he considers Hoseok’s question. He frowns. ‘Fuck knows.’

Hoseok looks out the window of the bus he catches, heading to the one-bed hovel he’s staying in because that’s the kind of place a man like Kim Minjae, convicted for GBH and grand theft auto, would stay.

His jeans crinkle as he slips them off. He pats his front pocket and finds one of the coffee sweets he likes. It hadn’t been there earlier, he wonders when you slipped it into his pocket.

He pops it in his mouth, the familiar bittersweet taste making his mouth water, as he pulls out the burner phone he saved a picture of you on, hidden amidst a bunch of photos of nothing in particular. In it, you’re smiling at him in the middle of the park, and you look so happy it makes Hoseok feel less like a shitbag for all the lying he does on the daily.

His thumb swipes, and the next photo is one you sent him, one he’s seen so many times it’s burned into his retinas. Just looking at your bare tits in the picture, the hickey he sucked into the upper curve of your left breast, is enough to send blood rushing to his cock.

Hoseok’s starting to think he’s greedy for everything that he wants from you.

***

Hoseok’s at the convenience store, looking through dinner options when his phone rings. He answers with a terse, ‘yeah?’ because even Kim Minjae knows you can’t just grunt on the phone.

It’s Joan Kim, and Hoseok’s back automatically straightens, probably because of the one time she’d glared at him icily and asked if he could be bothered to sit up when she was speaking to him.

It hadn’t really been a question, not with the way she’d been pointing the business end of his own Glock at him.

‘The serial numbers check out. Consider your job done,’ she says, not bothering with a greeting.

Hoseok’s still processing what she’s said when she sighs impatiently.

‘I’ll see you Monday. Please do something productive with your weekend, Special Agent Jung.’

She’s hung up before he can even reply.

Hoseok’s already stuffing his phone back in his pocket, heading back to his shitty room to pick up his meagre belongings.

He can’t wait to see you.

***

Hoseok’s waiting outside your place when you pull up. To his surprise, you’re not alone, and seeing the way you’re stumbling across the grass of your yard, he’s glad you didn’t drive.

Your face lights up when you see him, easing some of the uncertainty in his head.

‘Hobi,’ you say, sliding under his arm like you belong there.

Hoseok doesn’t want to admit how right you feel, like a key sliding into a lock.

He looks up to see the familiar tall frame of Dr Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon greets him easily, polite as always.

‘Thanks for driving me home, Joonie,’ you say, tilting your head back to look up at him, because of course, he’s tall.

Taller than Hoseok.

Not that Hoseok cares. Or even thinks about it.

Namjoon dimples sweetly. ‘Anytime Y/N.’

‘Bye Joonie,’ you say, turning back into Hoseok’s arms.

The weight of you against his chest goes a long way towards easing the tight, jealous feeling in the centre of it.

Hoseok watches as you try a few times to unlock your door.

‘Night out?’ he asks.

You turn to him. ‘Taehyung’s birthday,’ you explain. ‘You should see the state of Jungkook.’

Hoseok takes your hand and unlocks the door.

‘I’ve missed you,’ you say, looking up at him.

Hoseok’s transfixed by your face.

Are you…. pouting at him?

‘I’m off the case,’ he tells you, barely aware of what he’s saying. ‘I’ve done my bit.’

You’ve somehow unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and your mouth is on his chest, warm and teasing.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur.

Hoseok hums in response.

You’ve unbuttoned another button, and are kissing a tantalising trail across his skin.

You flick your tongue over his nipple and look up at him with an expression that makes him torn between endeared and aroused.

Your hand wanders down to his belt.

‘So much in the way,’ you complain.

‘I’ll take it all off,’ Hoseok says. He cups your face. ‘If that’s what you want.’

‘I want you,’ you tell him.

‘Let me take you to bed then,’ Hoseok says.

He walks you across your living room, up the stairs to your bedroom.

He doesn’t know how you manage it, but by the time you reach the bedroom you’ve stripped his shirt off, and are working on his jeans.

You drop to your knees and bury your face against his groin, mouthing over the length of him through his jeans like you can’t wait.

Hoseok is suddenly alarmed that you’re gonna make him cum in his jeans. He’s closer than he should be, with the way you’re moaning against his clothed cock.

He tugs you up and pushes you back against your bed. There’s no time to strip you properly, so he hoicks your skirt up over your thighs, yanks your panties down and pushes inside you.

You’re not wet enough, he can tell by the hiss you let out. ‘I’m sorry,’ he has the presence of mind to say.

‘Keep going, baby,’ you say, hand on his ass stopping him from pulling out. You shift your hips and hook a leg around him.

‘Fuck, Hoseok, I’ve missed this,’ you whisper in his ear.

Between the sound of your voice, the warmth of your cunt, Hoseok’s fighting helplessly to hold back.

He holds as still as he can as he kisses you, trying to show you how much he’s missed you even if he’s fucking up because he doesn’t think he’s going to get you there, not this time.

He’s too keyed up, he’s missed you too fucking much and fuck, fuck, you’ve always been the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

It’s this last thought that tips him over the edge. With your name on his lips, he buries himself deep inside you and cums. There’s a ringing in his ears, and his whole world turns white but he gives no fucks because he’s pretty sure he’s exactly where he needs to be.

***

Hoseok comes back into himself in stages.

First, the awareness of you curled around him, breaths huffing against his chest. From the boneless weight of you he realises you’re asleep.

Then, the realisation that he needs a piss. Badly.

He lifts you off him as gently as he can, you’re a light sleeper.

He takes care of business and washes his face, finds the spare toothbrush you always leave for him.

He has no idea what time it is, but from the light outside your bathroom window he guesses it’s a while before sunrise.

When he comes out, you’re sitting up in bed.

You smile when you see him, and Hoseok’s heart flutters. He thinks he’ll never get tired of the sight of your face.

‘How’ve you been baby?’ you ask, lifting an arm, beckoning him to you.

Hoseok remembers he’s not Kim Minjae. This version of him talks more. ‘I’m ok,’ he tells you, honestly. ‘Better now. You?’

‘I’ve missed you a lot,’ you tell him. Your hand comes up to smooth over his bare chest, fingers stroking over the scars of all the times he’s been injured. Most are old, from before he started working for the state. He’s got better at fighting back over the years, at not getting hurt. He guesses it also helps that he’s no longer the scared, powerless kid he was back in the day.

You press a kiss into his hair. ‘Taehyung’s getting married in a couple months. We should go to the wedding together. I was just thinking I’d like to see you in a suit.’

Hoseok wants to say he wears suits to work, usually. It’s just that he tends to see you when he’s off duty.

He’s probably reading too much into it.

He realises you’re waiting for an answer. ‘Sure, maybe,’ he replies, gruff.

The brightness in your eyes dims a little, and he realises he’s said the wrong thing. Why’s he always so bad at expressing himself?

You smile at him. ‘No worries. I can always force Jungkook to take me if it’s not your thing.’

You pluck at a thread in the sheet draped across your chest. ‘Ah shit. I should take the trash out. It’s collection day tomorrow.’

Finally, something Hoseok can do. ‘I’ll take it out. I was gonna go for a run anyway.’

‘Sure,’ you say. You wait until he’s dressed, and then say his name.

He realises you’re holding out a key.

‘I made you a copy of the front door key,’ you say. ‘You can let yourself in whenever you want to come over.’

Hoseok takes the key you’re holding out to him. He senses there’s a right way to respond to something like this, this gesture of trust, but he has no idea what it is.

He settles for, ‘thanks.’

You’re already snuggling back in the sheets. ‘Wake me up when you get back, ok?’ you say, teasing. ‘Maybe we can go again.’

Hoseok shoves the key in his pocket. ‘I’ll do that,’ he promises.

***

Hoseok slows when he gets to the front of your house, trying to get his breath back. Running’s always been good for clearing his head.

He’s been thinking about what he’ll say when he sees you snuggled up, waiting in bed for him.

How this time, he’ll damn well make sure you cum before he does, more than once if you’re up for it.

How he’ll tell you that he’d love to take you to Taehyung’s wedding, how you can take him to pick out a suit if that’s what you want.

How he’s been thinking about taking you on a holiday, anywhere you want but somewhere hot because he wants to see what you look like with a tan.

Hoseok lets himself in with his key, takes the stairs two at a time. Your bedroom door is wide open, and Hoseok has just enough time to think to himself that he’s sure he closed it before he’s standing in front of your empty bed.

He switches on the light and realises something’s terribly wrong. The bed’s a mess, sheets swirled, and there’s glass all over the floor from where your bedside lamp’s been knocked over and shattered.

There’s a strange sense of his personal life and his professional life overlapping, because he realises even before he sees the pool of blood on the floor that what he’s looking at is a crime scene.

***

Hoseok’s sitting in a chair that feels too small, trying to conserve his energy, trying to manage the panic in his head.

The clicking of heels on tile heralds the arrival of Assistant Director Joan Kim, his direct superior, and your mother.

She doesn’t pass comment on the grey sweatshirt he’s wearing, the chain around his neck, the scuffed Nikes on his feet.

Today, Joan Kim is even more laser-focused than usual. The only hint that this meeting is in any way out of the ordinary compared to the usual cases he works is the way her hand trembles slightly as she smooths her hair.

He’d briefed her over the phone on the way over, wanting not to waste time, because he knows as well as she does that abductions are time critical.

‘We’ve pulled footage from traffic cameras,’ Joan says. ‘Her abductor is Lim Seongwha.’

Hoseok does a double take at the familiar face.

Joan Kim is two steps ahead of him, as always. ‘He’s in the interview room,’ she says, smoothly. ‘I’ll give you ten minutes to get the information we need out of him.’

Hoseok’s sure he’ll only need five.

***

Seonghwa sang like a canary the instant he saw Hoseok and realised all the ways he’d already incriminated himself.

Seongwha, the prick, had looked you up after that night at the warehouse, and discovered that you were the daughter of not only an assistant director with the state bureau, but also a supreme court justice.

He’d sold your credentials to the extremist group, who were intending to leverage you for media attention and political clout.

Hoseok’s not a violent man, at least not when he’s not being attacked, but he’d had a sudden clear and overwhelming urge to slam Seonghwa into the nearest hard surface.

Joan, always wise, had extracted him from the interview room before the balance had been tipped.

Now Hoseok’s changing into his tactical gear, relieved to finally be doing something tangible to get to you. He understands physical. It’s words that are his weakness, always.

The chopper Joan’s commandeered will drop Hoseok right next to where the extremist group are holding you, with another chopper flying low to cover the landing.

It’s barely four hours since you were taken and they’ve been the longest four of Hoseok’s life.

He’s still kicking himself for leaving you in the middle of the night, just because he couldn’t manage his emotions like a normal person.

He’s never going to make that mistake again.

Hoseok looks up as the door to the locker room opens.

Jungkook walks in. He steps up to Hoseok, and Hoseok waits for whatever the kid’s about to tell him.

‘I want to come with,’ Jungkook says.

‘No way,’ says Hoseok immediately.

‘She’s my cousin. You’ll need someone to back you up,’ Jungkook says, persistent.

Hoseok gives Jungkook a hard look. To his credit, the kid doesn’t flinch. Fearlessness is in his blood, if Joan Kim and Y/N are anything to go by.

‘You could get hurt, badly. These guys are more sophisticated than your average small town criminal,’ Hoseok points out.

Jungkook doesn’t falter. ‘I’ll follow any orders you give me,’ he says, quietly.

‘Fuck. Fine. If the pilot’s happy then you can come.’

Jungkook nods and starts getting changed.

‘This fucking family,’ Hoseok mutters, more to himself.

Jungkook says, ‘my uncle’s on his way in. And I know the pilot.’

Hoseok’s eyes go to Jungkook. ‘Is the pilot family too?’

‘No,’ Jungkook says. Hoseok can’t see his face, but there’s the faintest hint of a smirk in his voice as he says, ‘he and Y/N used to date.’

***

Hoseok and Jungkook are waiting by the gates of the helipad when the chopper lands.

Hoseok really wishes that Jungkook hadn’t told him about the pilot being your ex.

Apparently you’d dated for over a year and both your parents had loved him.

The pilot approaches, slipping off his helmet, greeting Jungkook. Hoseok catches the gleam of silver earrings as he leans forward to greet Joan. Then he turns to Hoseok, holding out a hand.

‘Min Yoongi,’ he says. His voice is deep, and Hoseok automatically drops his own a register to match as he shakes his hand.

‘Jung Hoseok.’

Min Yoongi’s serious, intimidating. Hoseok’s starting to wonder what the hell you’re doing with him.

It doesn’t seem like you have a type at all.

He realises Yoongi’s speaking. ‘The weather conditions are shit, to be frank. It’s going to be a rocky journey, but I can get you there.’

Hoseok nods.

Yoongi looks at him a moment longer. ‘Let’s go, then.’

Hoseok’s about to step forward when Joan takes his arm.

She’s not a tall woman, but she’s always seemed imposing because of the force of her personality. Today, though, she seems frailer. He can see the worry in her eyes.

‘Hobi,’ she says.

Hoseok leans forward to hear her better over the gusts of wind.

‘You’re my best man. Bring my daughter home.’

Hoseok doesn’t think there’s a lot he can say to that.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

***

The intercom clicks on and Hoseok can hear Yoongi’s voice.

‘All ok back there? We’ll be landing in ten.’

Hoseok presses his mic. ‘All good.’

There’s a pause, then Yoongi says, ‘I heard you’re dating Y/N.’

Hoseok glances at Jungkook. ‘Yeah.’

There’s a pause.

Hoseok depresses the button on his mic. ‘I heard you and her dated.’

There’s a grunt. ‘She helped me through a rough time.’

Hoseok thinks of the way you’re always pleased to see him, the way you made him a key without it ever coming up. He thinks of how you put him up in your place when you’d just met him.

He swallows past the lump suddenly in his throat.

‘She’s kind,’ he says.

‘Yeah,’ comes the reply.

Jungkook flips up the visor on his flight helmet.

‘He’s not a bad guy, Yoongi,’ Jungkook says.

It’s hardly a compliment, but Hoseok’s touched anyway that Jungkook would try to vouch for him.

‘Even if his dress sense sucks,’ Jungkook adds. He flips down his visor before Hoseok can react.

Hoseok tosses his gloves at Jungkook.

Annoyingly, the kid catches them even though he’s strapped into his seat. Shit, he’s fast.

‘Settle down boys,’ comes Yoongi’s voice. ‘We’re about to land.’

***

Hoseok’s studied the floor plan of the warehouse you’re being held in. He has no idea how many people are in the building, but he knows he doesn’t have to fight them all because there’s a tactical unit on the way.

All he has to do is find you and protect you until reinforcements arrive.

Maybe there’s an advantage to being as emotionally stunted as he is, because he’s never been one to hesitate. He flew through all his active shooter simulations at the academy, he’s always been the lynchpin of any unit he’s been a part of.

It takes him all of ten minutes to find you, and another five minutes before his heart slows enough to allow him to speak in a normal tone of voice.

You’re bound to a chair. Bloodied, bruised, but alive. Unharmed enough for you to glower at the two men guarding you.

Hoseok thinks he could have taken both on his own, but he’s glad Jungkook’s here with him.

‘I’ll take the big guy,’ he says in a low voice to Jungkook. ‘Try not to use your gun.’

He waits until Jungkook nods.

Hoseok feels the familiar surge of adrenaline as he runs towards the men. Time seems to stretch as he tackles the bigger man. He’s brutally efficient, using every bit of his experience of combat. He looks to Jungkook before he looks to you, and thankfully, the kid’s come through. The other thug’s on the floor.

‘Frisk them,’ he utters to Jungkook.

Then, finally, he lets himself turn to you.

You’re looking up at him. Hoseok drops to his knees in front of you. He slides a hand around your neck, pulling you close.

You’re warm, and real. For the first time since you went missing, Hoseok can feel the knot in his chest start to ease.

He realises you’re speaking, your voice hoarse but still unmistakably you.

‘What took you so long, my love?’ you ask.

‘Never again,’ he promises you. He pulls you into his chest. ‘Never fucking again.’

‘Can you save this for when we’re out of here,’ Jungkook interrupts.

You’re looking down at the two unconscious men on the floor.

‘Not bad, JK.’

‘Been working out,’ Jungkook says. He preens but Hoseok can’t find it in himself to muster up anything but affection for him right now.

‘Let’s go,’ he says.

Hoseok holds your hand as he runs, but you’re keeping up just fine. It’s really more for him than you.

Yoongi’s waiting by the helicopter.

‘Shotgun,’ calls Jungkook.

Yoongi ignores him. ‘You good, Y/N?’ he asks, pulling you into a hug.

‘Better now I know the best fucking pilot in the force is flying us back,’ you reply. ‘Take us home, Yoongi.’

***

Hoseok’s late to meet you at the wedding, but he’s hoping the suit he got will impress you enough that you won’t be mad at him.

He smooths his hair before he enters the ballroom. He’s used to scanning a room, looking for exits, potential problems.

He forgets about all that when he sees you.

Holy fucking shit.

You’re wearing red, a dress that seems like it was made to make you look as sinful as humanly possible.

Hoseok’s attention is so rapt on you that he manages to walk half the room before he notices Jungkook, standing next to you like a guard dog.

Jungkook smiles happily when he sees him, looking so much like you that Hoseok’s endeared.

Somehow the little shit’s worked his way into his heart, right next to your spot.

He’ll be damned if he ever lets him know that though.

‘Hobi,’ you say, tilting your face up to his.

Hoseok leans down and whispers in your ear, ‘You look beautiful.’

Hoseok realises now, that he doesn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. He just has to say the words that are written in his heart.

He thinks maybe that’s all you ever wanted from him.

Your smile when he leans back to look at you makes him feel like he’s glowing warm inside.

‘And you, my love, look so fuckable we’re going to have to find somewhere right now.’

To Hoseok’s amusement, you take his arm and lead him to a fancy-looking bathroom.

You shut the door behind you and lean against it.

‘You clean up good, Jung Hoseok.’

Hoseok’s aware he looks good, but he hadn’t expected you to like it so much.

‘Am I gonna ruin your lipstick if I kiss you?’ he asks, voice husky.

‘What a fucking man,’ you muse, but Hoseok doesn’t think you’re really talking to him, not the way your hands are sliding around his waist, up his back.

Hoseok drops to his knees in front of you.

‘Your suit,’ you murmur.

‘Don’t give a fuck,’ Hoseok replies.

‘I fucking love you, Hobi.’

Hoseok pauses with his mouth inches from your cunt.

Your hands leave his shoulders to cover your mouth. ‘Sorry. It just slipped out.’

‘I love you,’ Hoseok says.

You look down at him like you can’t believe your ears.

So he says it again.

You’re still staring at him. Then you say, shakily, ‘are you talking to me or my pussy?’

Hoseok laughs. ‘Both.’

He lifts your leg onto his shoulder. ‘Let me taste you.’

***

You leave the bathroom first, and Hoseok’s inordinately proud that you still have a slight wobble to your legs as you walk down to rejoin the wedding.

He’s straightening his tie when the door opens and Min Yoongi walks in.

‘I just saw Y/N,’ Yoongi says. ‘Jungkook’s trying to convince her to give him her dessert.’

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says. ‘Kid’s a little shit. But he —‘

‘Makes you care about him,’ Hoseok finishes.

They exchange a wry look.

‘Y/N’s dad was asking about you,’ Yoongi says.

‘Yeah?’ is all Hoseok can manage.

‘I said Y/N’s one of the best judges of character I know.’

Yoongi smooths his bronze hair back.

‘Apart from that doctor guy who she lets keep hanging around her.’ Yoongi snaps his fingers, trying to remember. ‘What’s his name?’

‘Fucking Joonie,’ Hoseok growls.

Yoongi’s laughter is deep, rich. ‘Fucking Joonie.’

He regards Hoseok for a moment. ‘I like working with you.’

‘Likewise,’ Hoseok replies.

‘Guess I’ll see you around.’

Hoseok lets himself out.

***

Hoseok’s trying to intervene in a squabble between you and Jungkook that’s rapidly turned too serious when, as if a switch has been thrown, both of you straighten up, matching wide-eyed expressions on your faces.

Hoseok turns to see Joan Kim on the arm of your father, supreme court justice Kwon Ha Woon.

You recover quickly and introduce him.

Hoseok makes himself shake your father’s hand, makes himself look into his eyes.

There’s a moment of tension, rapidly broken by Joan drawling, ‘oh for god’s sake darling, stop staring at poor Hobi like that.’

Your father scoffs, then says, ‘I wanted to thank you, for rescuing my daughter.’

‘I’ll always look after her,’ Hoseok says, simply.

Everyone ignores Jungkook’s exaggerated gagging.

Joan leans forward. ‘Hoseok, your hair’s getting long. Please tend to it before Monday. I don’t wish others to think I run a sloppy unkempt unit.’

Hoseok nods.

She says, softer so that only he can hear, ‘I had complete faith in you.’

Hoseok’s gaze snaps to her, but she’s already walking off, your father in tow.

Hoseok sits back down next to you.

‘You did well, Hobi,’ you praise, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Hoseok slides an arm around you and thinks that maybe you’re right.

©hamsterclaw 2022

#jhope smut #jhope x reader #hoseok fanfic #bts smut #btscarnivalnet

[ditkocovered]

Ditko's two RACKET SQUAD IN ACTION covers.

Issue 11 is a hodgepodge of barely connected images, but the 12th issue features a still startling depiction of the immediate impact of a bomb exploding, as clothes are torn apart and the concussion sends bodies flying. A classic Ditko image.

#steve ditko #comics #covers

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Requesting more amnesia verse, please.

"Babs," Dick said, "I need you to call the Harker county Sherriff and report hearing gunshots around the old lumber warehouse."

"Why-"

"Honey's been shot- I think they shot her when she made a break for it and she's running through the woods. We need people out here before the goon squad has time to roll up wit more guys and guns-"

"I'll call Clark too," she sighed, "He speaks local better than Batman does."

"I owe you-"

"Just bring your girl home- Agent A is practically beside himself that he missed the wedding."

Dick snorted and hung up the phone, exhaling slowly. It was getting dark. You'd be hunkering down somewhere. Looking for somewhere out of the wind. Waiting for daylight to move again.

He just had to hope the racket didn't set you to moving again. He knew, from going hiking with you that you could cover ground. You were sure-footed and could clear quite a distance but- that was on a good day. After a nice breakfast, with water and no bullet wounds.

"Heard you guys need a hand," Clark said, strolling forward easily. And Dick exhaled slowly, not sure where to start.

But Bruce did. Explaining that you were injured. Men were looking for you. And that you were probably going to need careful handling.

"They think she was the one behind drug dealers getting turned in," Jason snorted, "But Dickhead got bored-"

"Why would they think-"

"She was working the same case from a different angle," Bruce said, smiling just a little.

Clark nodded, "Well. Let's get to it, then. She's gonna need seen to and I'm sure Dick's tired of worrying." Lights flashed in the distance and Clark sighed, "Am I here to handle the cops?"

"Yes," Bruce said. He hated dealing with small-town cops. They were just as corrupt and usually half as useful. Even if the Sherriff in town seemed to be a good guy. He was definitely a jobber. Punched in and punched out. Liked having good benefits and not much excitement.

"Fair enough," Clark said, realizing that the three men behind him were probably just going to make things harder.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #amnesia!verse #ask answered #minors dni

[kwebtv]

Character Actress

Jan Clayton (August 26, 1917 – August 28, 1983)  Film, musical theater, and television actress. She starred in the popular 1950s TV series Lassie.

In May 1954, Clayton guest-starred in ABC's sitcom Where's Raymond?, starring Ray Bolger as a song-and-dance man, Raymond Wallace. She played Francine Tremont, an actress and wife of a banker.

In 1954, Clayton was one of the many guest stars in a television spectacular tribute to Rodgers and Hammerstein, The General Foods 25th Anniversary Show, which featured all the then-surviving stars (except Alfred Drake) of all the classic Broadway musicals that the team had written (1943–1954). Clayton and John Raitt, in full makeup and costume, performed "If I Loved You" (also known as the Bench Scene) from Carousel. It was the first opportunity for millions of viewers to see a scene from the musical, since none of the film versions of the Rodgers and Hammerstein stage musicals had yet been released. Clayton during this period also played herself in an appearance on Peter Lawford's short-lived NBC sitcom Dear Phoebe.

Clayton became known to TV audiences as the mother of Jeff Miller (Tommy Rettig) on the television series Lassie (a.k.a. Jeff's Collie in syndication reruns). Clayton played the first four seasons of Lassie, from September 1954 to December 1957, as Ellen Miller, a war widow living on her father-in-law's farm with her preteen son, Jeff, and her late husband's cantankerous old father, Gramps (played by the Canadian-born George Cleveland).

Clayton performed in the 1961 episode "The Prairie Story" on NBC's Wagon Train. The episode, written by Jean Holloway, examines how the harsh prairie causes havoc in the lives of some of the women on the wagon train. Robert Horton starred in this episode, which aired three months after the death of Ward Bond.

In the 1962 episode "St. Louis Woman" on NBC's The Tall Man, Clayton performed in the role of Janet Harper, a widow engaged to Tom Davis ( Canadian-born Russ Conway), a friend of Sheriff Pat Garrett (Barry Sullivan). While Tom is away from Lincoln, New Mexico, the setting of The Tall Man, on a cattle drive, Janet begins to show a romantic interest in Garrett. Roger Mobley appears in this episode as David Harper, Janet's young son.

In "The Man Who Wouldn't Die", a 1967 episode of the syndicated series Death Valley Days, Clayton was cast as the Margaret Wilbarger, the sister of Texas pioneer Josiah Wilbarger, who lived for 11 years after being scalped by the Comanche. Don Collier played Wilbarger, for whom Wilbarger County, Texas, is named, along with Wilbarger's brother.

Her other TV credits include: 

Your Show Time

Your Jeweler’s Showcase

Racket Squad

Matinee Theatre

The Millionaire

The Deputy

Tales of Wells Fargo

The Danny Thomas Show

Gunsmoke

Never Too Young

My Three Sons

Daktari

Circle of Fear

Nakia

Archer

Medical Story

Police Story

The Streets of San Francisco

Time Express

Scruples

The Dukes of Hazzard

The Love Boat

Insight

#Character Actress #TV #Jan Clayton #Lassie

[enigmatist17]

This won't be part of anything in the future, but I just wanted to get this out of my brain.

Or maybe? Idk I'm just gonna say the disaster didn't happen/wasn't as bad

---------------

When Phee got the news that a ship full of clone troopers crashed not far from Pabu, it was easy to convince Omega and her boys they needed to check it out. Pabu was her home and didn't object to having the boys she'd grown close to see said home.

Phee didn't really trust, but this group had earned it pretty easily.

They can see the remnants of some Empiral shuttle when they get close to the city, some boats nearby stripping whatever was left to salvage. Despite taking in the beauty of the island city they were now landing on, Hunter and Wrecker were the first to get off with guns at the ready. Some villagers had set up a temporary shelter near a huge tower and were guarding the clones who were sitting together in small groups, some looking over when Hunter and the others approached.

"Easy there friend, we don't need guns raised." A man spoke up, Phee jogging to catch up with Wrecker and Hunter to stop them. While pleasantries are exchanged, neither clone fully lowered their guns as the past few days are explained. The clones were just as much refugees as many of the others who lived there, and none of them had resisted having their weapons taken just in case. Tech, who had finally exited with Omega to get a look, stopped mid-step when a clone left one of the small shelters, nearly dropping the pad in his hands.

"Crosshair?"

Despite the gentle lapping of the sea around them, and the distant noises of the island animals, you could hear a pin drop as the taller clone looked at the four who were staring back.

"I...take it you're friends?" Phee broke the tense standoff, moving to purposefully stand between the two groups.

"No." It was surprising to hear Crosshair so tired, the man simply watching as Hunter stalked towards him.

"Why are you here?" Hunter bristled, already worried that the Empire could be breathing down their neck any second. The various other Regs jumped up to stand between him and Crosshair, and the other stops with a glare.

"If you're going to hurt Crosshair brother, you'll have to deal with us." One of them growls, unafraid to prevent Hunter from hurting anyone.

"Get out of my way, I don't have an issue with you. He's with the Empire."

"Was, we all were." Another speaks up, and by then Wreck and Tech have joined to stand by Hunter's side.

"All of you?" Wrecker seemed surprised, but still uncertain.

"What's all this racket now?" Another clone spoke up, and Crosshair moves to duck back into the shelter he had been in. He soon comes out with another clone, looking haggard and still clearly healing from some major wounds, but nevertheless, motions to be helped to the front. No one misses that Crosshair is tender in the way he helps steady the man at his side, Wrecker and Tech sharing a glance with each other as Hunter frowns. "Who are you?"

"Hunter, the other three are Wrecker, Tech, and Omega. Crosshair...he was part of our squad." Despite how long it has been, Hunter still hesitated when it came to speaking in the past tense. The clone regarded them before giving a soft huff. nudging Crosshair.

"I get it now, not that surprisin'." Crosshair frowned at the other, but says nothing in response.

"Intriguing." Tech tilted his head slightly as he regarded his former squadmate, having been tapping away at his datapad. "I believe we can holster our weapons, their craft had no Imperial tracking technology. You may have made it further if your crude removal had not destroyed part of their drive systems."

"Nice to see you haven't changed," Crosshair responded, and the man he was holding up elbows him.

"Surely we can play nice?" He cracks a grin as Crosshair hisses, and holds out his free hand. "Name's Mayday, the reason these other lost cases made it out this far."

"Nice to meet you."

Hunter doesn't relax his stance until hours later, quietly watching the scene before him. Omega, the ice-breaker she ever was, has been chatting with the various clones with her new friend Lyana for a good hour. The remnants of a feast provided by Lyana's father lay littered around a makeshift table, drinks just being nursed as Wrecker lifts Omega into the air, mimicking an explosion they had dodged by inches as she explains what they did next excitedly.

The clones who watched clearly hadn't had fun in a long time, looking tired as much as they did amused watching her show. They didn't speak of what life has been like in the Empire, not in front of the kids, but seeing them light up when their names are used over and over again? Not even Hunter could have a stone heart towards brothers who had been fighting for pure evil until recently.

"She's grown." A lot of people over the years had complained about Crosshair's voice, saying it was too rough and unnerving, despite it being something out of his control. It had never bothered his brothers, however, and Hunter remembers punching one of their Kaminoian teachers about it once.

"She has." Hunter gave a small nod, watching the way Crosshair shifted his stance.

"I never healed, from Kamino." Hunter sighed, and they don't talk for a few minutes. There's so much to say, but not enough words to get across their meaning, so they communicate the way they have since the moment they were born. It doesn't seem like much to an outsider, the way Hunter places his hand on Crosshair's shoulder before heading towards Omega, but to Clone Force 99, it speaks volumes.

It's a start, and trust had to be earned.

But a start was better than the empty hole that's been between brothers for far too long.

#tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb mayday #canon can go away #my bby's need to be happy #no tsunami for me thanks