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Always Ever Only You Part 21 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You keep yourself as busy as you can with your friends while your husband is away. Bradley starts to learn that this top secret special mission comes with a very specific set of risks and very few details. But the details he does have make it clear that he's never faced anything like this before.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, masturbation, fluff, mentions of hostages

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You sat in the driver's seat of the Bronco until Bradley's transport was completely out of sight, and you were just squinting into the brightening sky. It was getting late, and you needed to head to work, but the weird mix of emotions inside you was making it hard to even reach for the keys in the ignition and start the engine.

Bradley was excited about his mission; you knew that for a fact. He couldn't hide it from you when he talked about it, and you wouldn't even want him to. If this is what it was going to take for him to get back into a confident groove at work, then you were happy to send him off into the sky. But it was still impossible not to worry about him.

You made the trip back home and got yourself dressed in your uniform after you took Tylenol for your cramps. You kissed Tramp and said, "When I get home later, we can watch a movie." Then you took your little red car to work and walked up to your office.

While Bradley was away, you planned on using this time to catch up with your friends a little bit more. Maria and Cam were the best kinds of friends who could just tell when you needed to focus on your marriage instead of them, but you were really missing those lazy brunches and avocado toast. But Jake was the one you really wanted to have lunch with.

"Sorry, Cat," you murmured to yourself as you walked to the lab. You were ready to force Jake to sit down with you and you alone one day this week, even if that meant asking her nicely to sit at a different table. You still had in the back of your mind the fact that he had other women texting his phone, and you wanted to know what that was all about.

Cat was the first person you saw when you entered your lab, and while you wanted to talk to her, she was wearing the expensive headphones with her eyes glued to her computer screen, and you knew better than to interrupt. So you waited and texted Jake to see if he was going to be on the ground at lunchtime today. But as soon as Cat removed her headphones, you were there.

"Hey," you said, and she jumped a bit in her seat.

"Hi," she replied, eyeing you a little suspiciously. "It's pretty early on a Monday morning to be scaring people."

You took a deep breath. "Sorry. Bradley left a few hours ago, and I'm still riding the adrenaline rush."

Her face softened. "That's right. Any idea how long he'll be gone?"

"No clue. But I can already tell he's going to miss his birthday, which is now my favorite day of the year."

She laughed. "That's sweet. Jeremiah's birthday is my favorite day."

You paused and studied her face. "And Jake's birthday? You like that day, too?"

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Seeing as that's not until October, I haven't had a chance to experience that with him yet."

You wrung your hands together. "Do you think you and he will be experiencing it? Together?"

Cat stood and shook her head at you. "If you're trying to ask me what's going on with Jake, then just ask me what's going on with Jake. You and I can't cut the bullshit with each other now."

You felt your cheeks grow warm as you asked, "Did you ask him about the text messages?"

"Yes," she replied immediately. "At first he pretended not to know what I was talking about, and I promptly grabbed my bag and walked out his front door."

"No," you gasped, your hands curling into angry fists. "He didn't."

"He did," she said calmly, nodding. "I made it all the way out to Uncle Bernie's SUV before he chased me down. I told him to remember that I'm not some twenty one year old he met at the bar, and he told me he's an idiot. So I left."

"When was this?" you asked, completely shocked by Jake.

"Saturday night." Cat was as calm as anything, and you kind of envied her for it.

"What are you going to do?"

She shrugged, and you saw the facade crack the tiniest bit. "Jer is already attached to him. So... that sucks, I guess. I haven't answered Jake's calls, and I haven't decided if I will or not. I needed time to think. I'm honestly a little surprised and annoyed that he isn't in here right now looking for me." Her expression just seemed sad now, and you really wanted to hug her. But Bickel walked in looking for Macy so you decided to just accost Jake yourself when you saw him.

The opportunity arose at lunchtime. "Seresin!" you called out once you had your burrito bowl and hot sauce in your hands. He turned around cautiously as you stormed in his direction. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He smirked. "You'll need to be more specific, Angel."

You glared. "Cut the shit and give me your phone." You set your lunch on an empty table before taking his sandwich container out of his hand. You held out your palm expectantly, and a few seconds later, he handed it to you. When you unlocked his phone and opened his messaging app, you were appalled. Most of the texts were from random numbers, and at least he hadn't responded to any of them, but you were still annoyed. "Why didn't you delete any of these messages?"

Now he was kind of in your face as he hissed, "What's the fucking point? It's not going to make them stop. It'll just make me feel worse when I get more."

You held up his phone. "One girl texted asking if you could come over at three in the morning. Three in the morning, Jake!"

"I know," he said, wrenching his phone back out of your hand. "It was when I was asleep in bed with Cat at Hondo's place. I snuck in the window around midnight just so I could see her, and I read the message when I woke up. It made me want to vomit."

"Well how do you think Cat feels?!" you replied in an outraged whisper.

"Probably like an idiot," he said with a shrug. "But I'm not doing anything behind her back."

You sighed deeply. "I think she knows that, but you need to make it stop."

"I literally emailed your husband on Sunday night for advice," Jake said, plopping down into a seat at the table and running his fingers through his hair. "He managed to pull you, so he's got to know what he's doing and how I can fix this."

You rolled your eyes and took the seat across from him. "Well if he writes back, take it with a grain of salt. Bradley hardly gives his phone number out to anyone."

"He did write back. He told me after you and he traded numbers, he blocked and deleted everyone else's."

A soft smile found its way to your lips as you thought about Bradley holding his phone the night after you and he first kissed. The idea of him deleting other numbers while he was texting you made butterflies erupt inside you. "Well, you could try doing that," you told Jake. "Either that or get a new phone number. I think that would send the right signal to Cat. If you're still serious."

Jake poked at his sandwich for a few seconds with a scowl on his face, and then he stood, sending the chair screeching a few feet behind him. You watched him walk out of the cafeteria, and when he didn't return, you ate his sandwich and saved your burrito bowl for your dinner instead. You'd eat it at home while you emailed the photographer in Oceanside.

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Bradley was usually able to get some sleep on the comanche transports, but this time it was too loud and uncomfortable, even with his earplugs. Exhaustion was finally overtaking him as they started to near the US base in South Korea. A nervous energy was thrumming through him. But he did feel more confident knowing that Cyclone and Warlock were running the mission this time, and while he didn't know many of the other aviators personally, he'd heard of all of them. The fact that several of them had been called in from the Atlantic fleet was a little bit alarming and also intriguing to him.

He quickly learned that the woman sitting across from him was Daphne 'Bluebird' Blue from Lemoore, the pilot he'd filled in for once previously when she'd been injured in a training exercise. Of course that was the same mission Bradley had been lucky to return home from outside of a body bag. Countless stitches, broken bones and lacerations later, you'd nursed him back to health. He wondered briefly if something similar would have happened to Bluebird if she'd flown instead of him. Maybe they were both alive today simply because Bradley had gone in her place.

The current mission felt like a way for him to bring his confidence fully back. As he walked out of the comanche and then right into a smaller helicopter that was waiting to take them to the aircraft carrier, Bradley ended up sitting next to Bluebird this time. He knew there would be time to meet everyone aboard the carrier, but she had a friendly demeanor. He really wasn't here to make friends though, so he closed his eyes, and luckily this time he was able to fall asleep.

"Rooster." He woke up to Bluebird shaking his arm. "Wake up."

He'd been having the most incredible dream about you, one where you were standing in the backyard singing really badly. Tramp was running around in excited circles and the sun was shining, and when he called out your name, you turned to face him. And you had an adorable baby in your arms. When he looked up at Bluebird with her hand on his arm, he was almost confused.

"We're on the carrier," she informed him, patting his shoulder before walking out the back of the helicopter. He was alone now, and it was almost quiet, so he took a minute to let his head rest on the nylon netting behind him. The dream felt real to the point that being on the carrier felt foreign now. He rubbed his hands across his face and stood, looking around for his duffle before he walked outside.

Cyclone was handing out bunk assignments, and thanks to Bluebird, there was an uneven number of males. Bradley got his own bunk. "Get some food, and get some rest," Warlock told the group. "We'll meet tomorrow morning at 0900 to start talking about some mission options."

Bradley's brow scrunched as he followed the labyrinth of hallways in search of his bunk. That was such an odd way to phrase it: start talking about some mission options. It struck him that perhaps he was finally, officially sitting at the proverbial big kids' table. But now he was also a little afraid of exactly what was going to unfold here.

He quickly unpacked his bag and reached for his new notebook, deciding to forego dinner in favor of some quiet and a bigger breakfast in the morning. His thoughts were swirling. He scribbled down a paragraph about Admiral Dean and Slayer, trying to empty his brain of everything negative. He wrote down his feelings about the current mission, and then he paused.

As he glanced over the page, he realized this notebook wasn't going to be quite like the last one. While he wouldn't hide it from you, it just felt a little different. Then he wrote down the dream he had. This was his notebook, and he wasn't going to change his tactics now. He wrote down everything in as much detail as he could remember. He wrote down the way the sliding glass door felt against his hand and exactly which song the dream version of you had been singing.

And then he dropped the notebook and pen onto the floor and fell asleep without getting changed. When he woke up, he felt better. The jetlag had confused his body, but luckily he had plenty of time to get himself ready for the day. He ate breakfast alone after a long shower, and then he headed for the classroom. Everyone else seemed a little tense, and Bradley tried to chalk it up to the fact that only the admirals knew what was going on. But frankly they seemed tense as well.

"Good morning," Warlock greeted everyone with a stern face and a deep voice. The room was absolutely silent for him. "Welcome aboard the USS Nimitz. I'm Admiral Bates, and this is Admiral Simpson. The seven of you have been selected to be here today, simply because you've consistently shown three qualities in your career: you can make good decisions under pressure, you treat your teammates with respect, and you come highly recommended by your superiors. You'll need to employ every bit of your knowledge and skill to make this mission successful. And it is of the utmost importance that we are successful." He paused, and when he spoke again, he was looking directly at Bradley. "Welcome to Operation Loophole."

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You hadn't heard another word from Jake after lunch on Monday. You'd gone home to Tramp and eaten your burrito bowl before falling asleep on the couch while you tried to watch a movie. Your cramps were so bad, you could barely function, and Bradley wasn't even home to run around and get everything for you.

"Come on," you said to Tramp as you stood and stretched around midnight. You let him outside and then took your phone to your bedroom while he trotted along behind you. Then you got yourself ready for bed and emailed the photographer who had helped you make Bradley's birthday present last year. She promised she would fit you in again, and you hoped she could take some photos of you this weekend when your period was over and you weren't so bloated.

You curled up in bed after turning the lamp off, and you thought about Bradley. You didn't even know where he was right now. The base in South Korea could be a jumping off point for pretty much anything, and all you could do now was wait and hope for a facetime call.

After turning your ringer up louder, you eventually fell asleep with Tramp. When you woke up for work, you took your phone everywhere with you. It joined you on the bath mat when you took a shower, and you had it in your pocket as you ate breakfast. You weren't going to miss a call from Bradley this time.

When you strolled into your lab right on time, Cat was already working, and she had the headphones on again. You tried to settle in to check some code so you could get your submissions out before your deadlines when Jake walked in.

"Angel," he said quietly, and he looked a lot calmer today. His gaze shifted to Cat, and you noticed he had a piece of paper in his hand. He hesitated, but then she carefully slid the headphones off and set them down next to her keyboard. Jake took a deep breath, and you tried to be discreet as you watched him walk over to her.

She was looking up at him from her seat, and her expression gave nothing away. Jake said a few words and then handed her the paper before turning and walking away. Now he looked a little apprehensive as Cat read the note over a few times. She jumped up from her seat, and the paper sailed to the floor, landing close to your boot. You picked it up and read it as Cat called out to him and reached for his hand to stop him.

I don't want you to give up on me.

It was followed by a phone number. Jake's new phone number. You smiled as you watched the two of them kissing out in the hallway. When Cat eventually walked back in, trying her best to contain her smile, she looked around a bit frantically for the note.

"Here you go," you told her, holding it out. She snatched it from you with a grin and then sat down without a word.

But a few minutes later, your phone vibrated in your pocket with a text from that new number. Angel, come have lunch with Bob, Nat and I today.

You couldn't turn down the invitation. At 12:30, you found yourself holding a lunch tray and sliding into the seat next to Jake as the three of them continued with their discussion as if you'd always been there.

"I don't want to move to Poway," Bob said as he poked at his salad with his fork. "It will take me forever to get to work, and there's nothing up there anyway. Then you guys will forget about me and stop inviting me to things."

"I never invite any of you to anything," Nat interjected before biting into her cheeseburger. "You all just show up regardless."

"Well, what do you think, Angel?" Jake asked, eating a duplicate of the sandwich you enjoyed yesterday.

"I'm sorry, but what are we talking about here?" you asked, turning your attention back to Bob when he sighed.

"My landlord is raising my rent," Bob replied. "I'm seriously considering a new place instead of renewing my lease, but nothing I've found seems suitable. And Nat and Jake are very little help."

Nat nodded in agreement, and Jake rolled his eyes. His phone was sitting on his tray, and you saw it light up with a text from Cat. When you met his eyes, he was smiling.

"Well, Bob," you said, returning your attention to the man across from you, "I will definitely ask around and let you know if I hear of anything that might work out for you. And we could never forget to invite you to things. You're too sweet for that to happen."

"Thank you," he murmured, blushing a bit as he ate a bite of salad. You felt like you owed him a little bit since he'd kept Bradley so calm during that last, painful deployment. He'd given your husband a blank notebook and had taken the time to meditate with him. "How's Rooster's special detachment?"

You shrugged. "No idea. He just left yesterday. I'll be lucky to hear from him at all."

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The training routine every day for the first week was rigorous, but the really crazy thing was the fact that the admirals still hadn't provided any real details about Operation Loophole. Bradley and the others were in the air working through exercises all morning every morning, and then they were all in the small classroom below deck until late. Oftentimes Admiral Simpson had food delivered to the room as he went over scenarios that didn't quite make sense without all of the information.

They just kept going over three different scenarios: Alpha, Beta and Gamma. Bradley knew them by heart, and he was sure the others did as well. But they weren't being told which one they would be flying for the mission. They were only being told they needed to be able to perform any of the three flawlessly.

On Friday morning at breakfast, Bradley decided to sit with Bluebird. It hadn't escaped him that the seven pilots all gave each other a bit of a wide berth during any sort of free time. He was left to assume that none of them had ever worked together before. He knew he hadn't worked with any of them. Bluebird was from Lemoore, but none of the others were stationed in California at all. Havoc was from Whidbey Island. Jackal was from Key West. Richmond was from Great Lakes. Wilbur was from Norfolk. Dugout was from Pensacola.

"Are you starting to get the feeling they're withholding information from us?" Bradley asked as he took a seat.

Bluebird looked up from her book and laughed. "Are you starting to get the feeling we might never know what's really going on?"

"Shit," Bradley muttered, dousing his eggs in hot sauce just like you would. "If they don't say something soon, I'm going to start begging for information. At first it was exciting to be part of this whole thing, but now, I'm not so sure."

"I completely agree," she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Maybe the seven of us can pull together and riot."

She and Bradley walked side by side down the long corridor to the classroom without speaking, but it wasn't unpleasant. He didn't mind being alone with his thoughts right now, but it was especially nice to know he wasn't the only one who was frustrated here.

"Close the door behind you," Cyclone barked at Bradley. Everyone else was already seated as the door clicked shut, and Bradley found a seat as well. "Since you've proven you can fly the Alpha, Beta and Gamma scenarios to the highest level of perfection, let's talk a little more about Operation Loophole."

Bradley leaned forward a bit in his seat as Warlock turned off the lights, and the projector at the back of the room lit up the front wall.

"While giving you the barest amount of information possible," Cyclone started, "I'd like you to memorize what you see here."

Bradley looked at the aerial view of a city and the suburbs beyond. Then the image zoomed in on a small cluster of buildings before zooming further to one building with a dark green roof. He tried to take in every detail of where it looked like the front door opened up directly onto the sidewalk and the fact that there didn't appear to be any other buildings connected to it. The more he examined things, an uneasy feeling started to fill him up. And then he realized that he was looking at a live satellite feed as a motorbike rode past the building.

"This structure is currently housing five hostages. One is American. The other four are from allied countries. As far as our intelligence shows, they've been inside for fifty eight days."

Bradley had to fight the desire to look around the room as dread settled into his stomach. They were going to aid in a hostage extraction. He already knew what this meant. How dangerous it was going to be.

"Six of you will be chosen. One of you will remain on standby. There is no margin for error. You will be flying unmarked jets. You will be wearing unmarked flight suits. Communication with the carrier will be at short range only. Communication with each other will be through code only. Nobody can know who we are or where we came from or what our country of origin is. You will not fire a single weapon. You will not take a single hit. You will be perfect."

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Early on Saturday morning, you left your house with your hair and makeup looking flawless. There was literally a suitcase full of your clothing and lingerie in the back of the Bronco as you drove it along the coastal highway, and you were singing along loudly to one of Bradley's playlists. His birthday was next weekend, but you hadn't heard a word from him since he left. You couldn't hold out too much hope that he'd be back in time, because you didn't want to be disappointed later. At least his birthday present would be ready for him whenever he got home.

This year you decided to incorporate Bradley's beloved Bronco into his birthday calendar. Yesterday after work, you spent hours washing and cleaning it up so the blue paint absolutely shined. The idea of becoming a pinup model for the second year in a row was making you antsy to get the photo shoot over with, but he'd told you explicitly how much he wanted another calendar. And you often caught him flipping through the one you made last year when he was supposed to be working out in the garage.

You were smiling by the time you arrived at the rocky overlook a few miles outside of Oceanside, and Flora, the photographer you met last year, was already there. "You look like you're ready for the spotlight," she said as she shook your hand.

"I'm nervous," you told her with a shrug.

"You were nervous last year, and the calendar turned out perfectly. And this time, we've got gorgeous weather and a natural backdrop. It'll be great."

You took a deep breath and got to work. She had you pose all around and inside the Bronco, and she had you move it a few times so it was facing different directions. Once again you brought Bradley's aviators, and they made it into a few photos. Flora helped you discreetly get changed into different outfits even though there was nobody around to see. She took photos of you in your honeymoon bikini leaning back against the hood as well as some in your denim shorts and red bra while you sat on the tailgate. So many poses, you couldn't keep track.

As she scrolled through the photos, examining the screen on her camera in the sunlight, she casually asked, "How do you feel about going topless?"

You pressed your lips together. If you did, Bradley was going to have to make sure nobody else saw it. But you already knew he would lose his shit. In a good way. "Okay, but you'll have to make next June the topless month."

"Sure," she replied as you looked around in every direction before unclasping your bra.

A few hours later, you were dressed in a simple sundress and walking into the usual restaurant for a late brunch. You slid into the booth next to Cam and across from Maria, and you were thankful there was already a mimosa waiting for you. Flora insisted the photos looked perfect, but you were still a little antsy over the state of the calendar.

"I'm starving," Cam whined, signaling for the waitress to come back. "Do you know what you want?"

"I literally just got here," you told him as you sipped your drink.

"You always get the same thing anyway," he murmured. "Both of you do." You could tell he was getting hangry by the way he ordered for all three of you when the waitress came back. "One French toast with berries. One avocado toast with bacon. One western omelette with extra hashbrowns." Then he aggressively bit into a piece of the cinnamon toast that the waitress left on the table.

"You're in a snippy mood," you told him, and then you realized that Maria was staring at her phone. "What's your problem?"

Cam sighed and chewed up the rest of the toast. "I'm starving, first of all. Second, I think my boss is going to promote me next cycle, which is great, but I also feel like a dick, because I kind of want to switch labs. And third, Maria won't stop whining."

"I'm not whining!" she whined, rolling her eyes.

Great. You had to be the parent today. "Well, congratulations?" you said to Cam and he just ate more toast in response. Then you looked at Maria and asked, "What's got you so upset?"

She set her phone down, and you could tell she was apartment hunting. "Rochelle is moving out. Her boyfriend got a bigger place, and she's moving in with him. She pulled a you."

You grimaced and muttered, "Sorry."

She waved you off. "It's fine. She wasn't that great anyway. But I can't afford two bedrooms alone when everyone else around me is getting married and getting promotions and raises except me," she said blandly, rubbing her hands over her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

Cam downed his mimosa in one go, but you were still looking at Maria. "Hey... you remember Bob Floyd? Phoenix's backseater?"

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache and his parade of hot friends," Cam mumbled, and you elbowed him to be quiet.

Maria had a faraway look in her eyes now. "Bob Floyd. He always smells nice."

Cam nodded in agreement. And you nodded in agreement as well. "He does always smell nice," you whispered, thinking about the last time you hugged Bob.

"Anyway, what about Bob?" Maria asked, still fidgeting with her phone.

You smiled. "He's looking for a new place."

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Bradley was in his bunk, getting undressed after dinner when there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" he asked, opening it up to reveal a petty officer.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?"

"Yeah?" Bradley repeated, buttoning his shirt up again.

"If you want to make a call, there are some free iPads in the communication room. I saw your name on the list."

"Oh," he murmured, quickly tucking in his shirt again and following him out the door. "Thanks."

Bradley's heart was pounding erratically. After you missed his call last deployment, he had gotten so frustrated, and you'd gone to talk to Dr. Genevieve. He was trying to do some quick math to determine what time it was back home, but he was already in the room. He felt flustered as he was given a tablet and a private spot to sit. As quickly as he could, he entered your number, hoping to have as much time to talk to you as he could.

Just a few seconds later, you answered with a loud, "Roo!" Bradley saw your face for a few seconds before you dropped your phone. Then there was a string of curse words before you picked it up again. "Bradley?!" you asked in a panicked voice.

"I'm here, Baby Girl."

You squealed with delight, and Bradley realized you were standing halfway in and halfway out of the shower. You were completely naked, and you looked like perfection as you asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he replied, knowing there was no way he could share any classified details about his mission with you. He was going to have to keep you talking about yourself as much as possible. "I miss you so much. How are you? How's Tramp?"

"Good!" you gushed, moving under the shower spray and holding your phone out away from you as you rinsed off. Bradley was completely distracted by your wet tits as you said, "I had brunch with Cam and Maria on Saturday, and Nat and I got our nails done. But I miss you. Did you fly yet?"

"Not yet," he rasped as you stood in the far corner of the steamy shower and smiled at your phone. "God, you look good."

Your smile grew as you leaned against the tile wall, bringing your free hand up to touch your breasts, and he could see his wedding ring on your necklace chain. "Do you know when you'll be home? Can you tell me about your mission?" you asked softly as the sound of the shower somehow calmed Bradley's nerves as you wound him up a little bit.

He just grunted. "I'd rather watch you, Sweetheart."

And you fucking let him. Your fingers with your pretty manicured nails brushed along your nipples as you sighed his name. He had no idea how he's gotten this lucky in life, as you treated him to those pretty fingers on your clit and slipping inside your pussy just for him. He watched you masturbate, and he turned the volume down when you got loud. His hand was resting on his cock as he grew harder for you, the sounds you made echoing through the shower enclosure.

"Baby Girl," he groaned softly as he watched your face on the screen as you came. Perfect. You looked perfect. His mind flashed back to the dream he had as he looked at your face, relaxed and sated.

"Tell me how much you miss me, Roo," you whispered breathlessly. So Bradley waxed poetic about your body and your voice and how he couldn't get comfortable in bed without you. He made you laugh, and his cock stayed hard as you licked your lips.

And then he was told he had a minute left. "Hey, listen," he told you softly. "Time's almost up. I don't know when I'll be flying or when I'll be home, but I think this is going to be a crazy one, okay?"

"Okay," you said, apprehension creeping into your voice.

"But I'm doing great here. I'm ready for anything. So there's no need to worry. I'll be home soon."

"I love you, Bradley."

"I love you so much, Sweetheart."

Bradley felt like he was still in a bit of a daze as he returned to his bunk. He thought about jerking off to the videos you and he made on his phone, but he barely had his shirt off when there was another sharp knock on his door. He answered in just his uniform pants. It was Bluebird, and the sight of her wearing her unmarked, black flight suit added to the adrenaline already coursing through his body.

"Get changed into your black suit. It's time to go."

She moved down the hallway, knocking on another door, and it took Bradley a few seconds to pull his thoughts together. It was mission time. It must be dark out on deck now. He would be flying at night. He took a minute to breathe deeply the way Bob taught him, and then he got changed.

He was the last one to walk into the classroom, and it felt so strange to have no identifying clothing or patches on his person at all, especially when the admirals were dressed for a normal day. "Have a seat," Warlock announced, and then he turned the lights out, leaving the room in pitch darkness. "You'll be flying tonight in these conditions. Your eyesight will do little to help you beyond seeing what's on your radar readouts. Rely on your teammates and your instincts instead."

Then the projector clicked on while Bradley's heart pounded. Cyclone was at the front of the room, signaling for the satellite image to be zoomed in further and further. "Our sources on the ground relayed useful intelligence in the last hour. The hostages are most likely being transported around midnight, potentially to an execution site. SEAL Team 7 is ready just off the coast aboard the USS Charleston. You will provide a distraction for the SEAL team, enabling them to penetrate the building and perform an extraction before the hostages can be moved. Two of you will protect a comanche helicopter crew providing imaging for the SEAL team. Four of you will lure enemy aircrafts out over the water and away from the military base located here."

The image on the wall zoomed out and back in on an airstrip located not too far away from the hostages. Bradley listened as Cyclone told them their current coordinates, the coordinates of the base, and the coordinates of the hostages. "You need to keep the enemy aircrafts away from the Charleston and keep the comanche crew out of danger. Bluebird, you're the team leader for the comanche protection. Wilbur, you fly with Bluebird." Cyclone turned to look at Bradley as he said, "And Rooster, you'll lead the team composed of Havoc, Richmond and Dugout to lure the enemy jets out over the water. Any questions?"

Cyclone nodded at Richmond when he raised his hand, "Sir, are we following flight plan Alpha, Beta or Gamma?"

Cyclone shook his head. "None of the above. You'll be flying flight plan Omega, and we're going to make it up right now."

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Bradley is out there on the mission of a lifetime. More action coming soon. Thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 22

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rentenwins · 7 months ago

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silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)

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synopsis: a nervous leehan and a supportive sungho. if he thinks he was obvious before, there’s definitely no hiding now

content: NERVOUS AND FLUSTERED AND ANNOYED LEEHAN, mild cussing, banter, jaehyun is that one friend, sungho is… yeah, food/drink mention, someone give leehan a hug?, a nudge from a friend, insecurities mention(?)

a/n: …. hi? second year uni really is doing a number on me, especially on writer’s block apparently. took me a while to be happy with this, but i hope a few of you are still following along :( take care of yourself everyone <3

wc: 1898

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chapter 5: who’s there?

Leehan had started walking from the art block after dropping you off at class, definitely not with a thumping heart and a giddy feeling in his chest, when his phone vibrates enthusiastically in his pocket, he picks it up to see Sungho’s contact in his text messages.

“Bro, please tell me it worked.”

He had started walking near the cafe Sungho had ditched you and Leehan earlier. Leehan sends a non-chalant “...” to Sungho as he continues walking, earbuds with music blasting trying to calm his heart.

God, he felt like he made a fool of himself, and thought that he was being way too obvious. I mean walking your crush to class? Who does that? Leehan never had much with his crushes, to be honest. Sure he was friendly and everything, but sometimes he felt like he was too friendly, it deterred his crushes away from him. Even if it was because of the crafty work of Taesan and Sungho, his alone-time with you made his feelings harder to ignore. He liked your presence, he liked your determination and passion for your work, he liked how you showed interest in his degree and his hobbies. God, what else could the fluttering feelings in his chest be? And so subconsciously he had felt the need to be closer to you.

As he continued to spiral, a persistent buzz came from his phone this time. He sighs when he sees it’s Sungho again, probably eager to know what the hell happened after he set up you two. Leehan rejects his incoming call, puts his phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode before he makes a mental note to go to the grocery store, just so he could do something with his jittery self.

—

An impromptu trip to the grocery calmed Leehan’s mind, maybe a bit too much since his arms were almost straining from the weight of the bags, and he wondered what kind of sorcery allowed the bags to still be intact as he made it to his apartment complex.

He’s only been at the apartment for a month, time flies especially with uni. It was starting to feel all familiar now. The spring months coming to an end meant the sun was starting to set a little later, it wasn’t dark when he reached his floor, but it was the weird period of the sun still wanting to wane for just an hour longer.

He’s also made himself quite the chef since he’s moved, and turns out eggs seem to be the most versatile regardless of breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Except, he’s forgotten to buy eggs on this trip. Because apparently making a fool of himself today once wasn’t enough, he’s had to do it a second time.

Getting over himself, he calls Sungho on his phone. Despite the foolishness of the other boy, Leehan always seemed to approach Sungho first whenever he needed something.

“Leehan?” comes Sungho’s voice, a little raspy from an obvious nap he probably woke him up from, “so you finally decided to call! Tell me, did you hol—“

“Do you have any eggs?”

The line goes silent before Sungho wheezes into the speaker,

“Bro, you woke me up from my wonderful nap, may I add, to ask me for some eggs? After you ignored aaaalll of my messages after you dropped off y/—“

“Do you?” Leehan cuts him off again, about to slap the boy across the face through the phone.

Sungho sighs, admitting defeat and knowing he’ll need to pry information out of Leehan another time, “Fine. I do but unless you wanna walk by, I really don’t wanna walk right now. And plus, you’re at the other side of the building on the floor below me, do I really look like the type to be bo—“

“I’m literally just asking for eggs, I’m begging you to be normal for once. Please.”

Sungho annoyingly giggles again before he diverts the conversation to its intended point. “You know there’s someone right across from you who’s more than happy to help? Y/n’s probably already come back from class, she always got eggs from all of that stuff she bakes all the time. Some kind of ‘therapy’ she says or whatever it was.”

Leehan hates that Sungho is right, and plus walking to Sungho’s seems absolutely treacherous with the pain of walking home from the grocery store and the annoyingness of his friend from today.

“Fine, fine! If it means I get to see your stupid face just one less time today.” Leehan almost shouts onto his phone speaker.

“Ohoho! You wanna play with me right now? Come at me you son of a—“ and Leehan hangs up before Sungho could finish.

Leehan feels a weird wave of confidence as he walks to his door with the intention to walk to your door.

“Eggs. It’s just eggs. God, Leehan, get over yourself.” He pep talks to himself. He doesn’t walk too far before he’s ringing your doorbell, distancing yourself from the camera on the door’s lock. The door opens with a little scuffle as you emerge from inside,

“Leehan? Oh— Leehan! What’s up? Can I help you?”

Leehan freezes when he sees your form. It’s your same outfit from earlier, but your hair was up and out of your face. Tired but still had that glimmer he so lo— liked about your appearance.

“Eggs.”

You blink at him. “… Eggs?”

Leehan coughs and clears his throat, “Sorry! Sorry, I meant, do you have eggs? I, uh, went to the store earlier but I forgot some so I was hoping… I could ask for some from you?” He says in one breath.

Your head was tilted to the side as he spoke and your eyes widened. “Oh! Yeah! Of course, of course let me just get the—“

“Yo, who’s there?” Leehan hears a voice coming from inside of your apartment along with footsteps getting closer to him.

“It’s just Leehan!” You shout back and you look back at the boy at your door, “I’ll be back, how many you need? Two?” Leehan nods as you swiftly turn back into your apartment.

Leehan peers to the left of the door a little to see the inside, the entrance of your apartment was similar to his. His gaze was suddenly disturbed when Jaehyun popped out of nowhere.

“Leehan? What are you doing here? Wanna study with us?” Jaehyun says while teasingly pointing at Leehan at the doorway. Leehan’s head does a 180 when he realises Jaehyun… was in your apartment… just you two… alone—

“Study? But you’re in economics and y/n’s in interior, why would you be helping her study?” Leehan blurts out before he could think.

Jaehyun laughs a bit while he crosses his arms, all comfy in his white hoodie, “Well, apparently, interior design requires some calculus unit, so I’ve been helping out y/n in exchange for dinner every week.”

“Every week?”

“Every week.” Jaehyun nods, wiggly eyebrows and everything until it clicks in Leehan’s head and he smacks Jaehyun’s arm in a pout Jaehyun’s seen right through Leehan’s blatant jealousy.

Jaehyun fakes his pain with a groan and a dramatic turn over his shoulder. You magically appear behind Jaehyun with four eggs in a cut out of its own carton. After throwing Jaehyun a glance, he straightens up and moves out of your way.

“Here you go. I got you some extra so you can have more before you get to go to the store. Did you need more?” You say as you hand Leehan the eggs, and he replies with a small ‘no’ and a shake of his head.

If someone had told Leehan this morning that he’d be standing in front of his crush’s door with four eggs in a cut out of its own carton, he’d probably believe you with how foolishly smitten he is with you. You cough, albeit a little awkwardly,

“Oh and uh, thank you for dropping me off at class earlier,” you start to fiddle with the edge of your pullover, “and for the chai latte!”

Leehan gapes a little too long at you again before he clears his throat, “Oh, of course! You’re welcome! I’m happy to do it again, walk you to class and whatnot.”

How sweet of him, you thought. “Aw, no chai lattes this time though?” You tease Leehan.

“I mean, if you’d like. I don’t mind that either.” He says with a smile, looking into your eyes. Your eyes for a half a beat longer, your eyes widening in surprise. Just when I thought he couldn’t get sweeter—

“Well- thank you again, y/n,” Leehan stutters out, “ I hope you uh, your studying goes well tonight then. But don’t stay up too long! Rest is important too.”

A giggle escapes your mouth before you could stop it, “Thank you, Leehan. Hope you enjoy your night, and no need to pay me back for them or anything.” You gesture to the eggs you had given him.

Honestly, if Leehan had talked to you for another minute, he would’ve dropped all the eggs. Though if that actually happened, he probably would’ve moved out and lived in some foreign country forever in an attempt to shroud his embarrassing crush on you. But thankfully, Leehan makes it to his apartment across the floor even with shaky legs.

Though this time, he doesn’t drop any eggs, so he thanks you again and says a small ‘bye’ behind you. It hits you at that moment that Jaehyun probably witnessed the whole exchange. You turn to see Jaehyun gaping at you, his glasses only adding onto the already-stupid look on his face. He starts to laugh,

“Oh my god, you should’ve SEEN the way his smile dropped when he realised i was here!” Jaehyun manages to wheeze in between laughs, “God, it looked like he wanted to smack me into oblivion. I did NOT know he was the jealous type.”

He continues to laugh as you walk past him with an annoyed look on your face, though internally you hope Leehan wasn’t actually too offended by Jaehyun’s presence. You sit back down on the floor in your living room behind your coffee table, Jaehyun follows suit. Even with the distraction of Leehan and his flowy brown hair, you get back to studying for your mid-term test.

Meanwhile, Leehan makes a dinner omelette for himself, sitting at his small dining table staring at his aquarium, counting how many more times can he really make a fool of himself in front of you again. He stabs his fork a bit too hard on his plate, and groans at himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t want you to know he likes you, or that he wants you next to him all the time. He’s not the best at reading people either, what if it was his delusions thinking that you liked him back too? Not with a weird, awkward man like him. With a heavy reluctance, he picks up his phone and texts Sungho’s number, this time actually with some will.

“I think I screwed up” he types. Almost immediately after he sends Sungho a message, his phone rings and he jumps a little.

“Leehan.”

“Sungho.”

“What did you do?”

Leehan bites his lip. He needed to get over himself some point or another.

“Y/n. I think I like her.”

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kathlare · 12 days ago

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does he know?

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie prepares to reunite with someone new, while her siblings can’t help but notice the shadow of someone else lingering in her heart.

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Warnings: none

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May 19th, 2020 - Maui, Hawaii

The morning sun poured through the gauzy white curtains of the Maui villa’s kitchen, the air already thick with the smell of fresh papaya, toasted sourdough, and scrambled eggs. Outside, the ocean glittered like it was showing off. Inside, Amelie stood barefoot in her oversized Camp High hoodie, hair still damp from the shower, slicing strawberries while Jack scrolled on his phone and Elysia stirred her coffee with unnecessary drama.

Victoria stood by the stovetop, flipping pancakes with the kind of ease that only moms had. —No one’s touching these until I say so,— she warned, raising an eyebrow at Jack, who was already reaching for a plate.

Amelie rolled her eyes. —He literally has no self-control.—

—It’s called being a man with needs,— Jack replied, shoving a grape into his mouth.

Elysia snorted. —You need therapy.—

—You all need to shut up for five minutes,— Amelie muttered, mostly to herself, placing the sliced strawberries in the middle of the table like they were a peace offering.

Jack looked up at her, grinning. —Someone’s cranky.—

—I'm not cranky,— she snapped. Then softened, catching her mom’s glance. —I just… okay, listen.—

She tugged the hoodie sleeves over her hands and leaned against the counter.

—Josh lands in, like, forty minutes. I’m picking him up from the airport, and when we get back... can you guys just… I don’t know, behave? Please? Don’t be weird. Don’t be you.—

Jack raised his hands, mock-wounded. —Excuse me for existing.—

—He’s the first guy you bring home since Cam,— Elysia pointed out gently, but the room still dipped in temperature with the weight of the name.

Amelie’s shoulders stiffened for a split second. Then she exhaled through her nose and gave a small nod.

—I know. That’s why I’m asking. Don’t make it a thing. It’s already weird enough. He’s flying across the ocean in the middle of a pandemic just to visit me. That’s not... nothing. So, yeah. Just be nice. Please.—

Victoria came over, handed her a warm pancake on a plate, and kissed her forehead. —Of course we’ll be nice, baby. We always are.—

Jack barked a laugh. —That’s a lie and you know it.—

—You’re literally the reason we can’t have nice things,— Amelie muttered as she drizzled a little honey over her pancake.

Jack grinned, unfazed. —I’m just saying, if he survives meeting me, then he’s a keeper.—

—That’s what you said about Elysia’s last boyfriend and he left crying.—

Elysia let out a cackle, nearly spitting her coffee back into her mug. —To be fair, that guy cried over the wrong avocado toast, so maybe Jack was doing her a favor.—

Victoria tried to hide her smile as she returned to the stove. —Okay, okay, that’s enough. Everyone just be on your best behavior. No grilling, no weird questions, and definitely no talking about politics or religion at the table.—

—Or sex,— Elysia added quickly, raising her hand like she was listing commandments.

—Especially not sex,— Amelie said with a pointed look at Jack.

Jack gave her a smug little shrug. —No promises.—

Amelie groaned, dropping her head to the counter with a soft thud. —Why did I think this was a good idea?—

Elysia nudged her side with her hip. —Because you like him. And you’re cute when you like someone. All nervous and fidgety and pretending you’re not thinking about him every five seconds.—

—Oh my god, shut up,— Amelie hissed, cheeks burning as she quickly shoved a bite of pancake in her mouth like it would somehow silence the chaos.

Victoria was watching her though, that mom-squint that saw right through everything. —Is it serious, baby?— she asked gently.

Amelie chewed slowly, her shoulders tensing just slightly before she shrugged, avoiding her mom’s gaze. —I don’t know. We’re... figuring it out. He’s sweet. And he makes me laugh. That’s kind of all I’m asking for right now.—

—And he’s hot,— Jack added unhelpfully. —Dude looks like a Hollister model in every photo he’ve posted.—

—Okay, ew, no,— Amelie said, gagging dramatically. —Please don’t talk about him like that.—

—What? It’s a compliment!— Jack defended, hands up. —If I were into dudes, I'd totally... okay, okay, calm down,— he cut himself off as Amelie reached for the nearest spoon to throw at his face.

Elysia leaned in, a sly grin curling on her lips. —Are you gonna tell him about Lando?—

Amelie whipped her head toward her twin so fast her damp hair smacked against her cheek. —No. Why would I? Lando’s just a friend.—

—A friend who flirts with you like it’s a sport,— Elysia said sweetly, sipping her coffee with both hands.

Amelie rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of her head. —He flirts with everyone. He’d flirt with a potted plant if it winked at him.—

Jack snorted. —Yeah, but he doesn’t look at potted plants like that. You should see your Twitch clips, Meems. Dude’s practically drooling anytime you call him ‘Lan’.—

Amelie flushed instantly, flicking a crumb in Jack’s direction. —Oh my god. That’s literally just how we talk. It’s our thing. You know I call Charles ‘Charlie-boy’ and George ‘Muppet’—are you gonna say I’m in love with them too?—

Elysia raised an eyebrow. —No, but you don’t giggle when George says your name.—

—I don’t giggle.—

—You kinda do,— Jack chimed in, shrugging. —It’s not like a cute giggle, it’s like a nervous, girly, ‘oh my god he noticed me’ kinda giggle.—

—I hate both of you,— Amelie said, but there was no bite to it. Just the low-level exasperation that came from having siblings who knew you too well.

She checked the time on her phone and sighed. —Okay, I gotta go. His flight’s landing soon and I still need to stop for gas.—

She grabbed her keys and mask from the counter, pausing only to turn back to the three of them. Her expression had softened now, a flicker of vulnerability underneath the sarcasm.

—Seriously. Just… be cool. Please. I know I haven’t brought anyone around in a while, and I know you’re all still on High Alert Mode since... you know. Just... I really need this to go okay.—

Victoria walked over and squeezed her shoulder gently. —It’ll go okay, sweetheart. I promise. We’ll behave.—

—Speak for yourself,— Jack muttered, already reaching for another pancake.

Elysia blew her a kiss. —Text us when you’re on your way back.—

Amelie nodded and gave them a small, grateful smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes entirely but tried its best to.

As she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door, Jack called after her.

—Tell Lover Boy he better like pineapple on pizza or he’s dead to me!—

Amelie didn’t even look back. —I’m not telling him that, you freak.—

And then the front door slammed, leaving the kitchen echoing with the clatter of dishes and the smell of syrup—and the quiet, buzzing anticipation of whatever the hell this boy named Josh was about to walk into.

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The front door had barely shut behind Amelie when Victoria let out a soft sigh and disappeared toward her bedroom, muttering something about finally having five minutes to herself. A moment passed in silence, the kind that only ever came when Amelie left a room.

Then Jack leaned back in his chair and looked over at his twin with a knowing smirk.

—Okay,— he said, —so we agree this Josh guy is absolutely not it, right?—

Elysia didn’t even hesitate. —Oh, a thousand percent.—

Jack tossed a grape in the air and caught it in his mouth, nodding solemnly. —I mean, I knew it before, but watching her talk about him like she was describing a nice IKEA chair? That confirmed it.—

Elysia laughed, pressing a hand to her chest. —Exactly. ‘He’s sweet. He makes me laugh.’ Like she was filling out a Yelp review.—

Jack squinted in the direction of the front door. —She didn’t even look excited. You remember how she used to be when she liked someone? Giddy. Nervous. Low-key annoying.—

—Yeah,— Elysia said, her voice softening a little. —She used to light up. And now? She looks like she’s going to a dentist appointment.—

Jack stabbed at his scrambled eggs. —She didn’t even bother to dry her hair.—

Elysia looked up sharply. —Right?—

They both paused, chewing over that single, damning detail in silence.

Jack leaned forward, lowering his voice. —You know who she does light up for?—

Elysia grinned, already one step ahead. —Lan.—

Jack pointed at her with his fork. —Ding ding ding. That boy breathes in her direction and she’s giggling like she’s twelve and he offered her a juice box.—

—She tries to play it off, but you can see it,— Elysia said, sipping her coffee. —The way she fidgets when he texts. The way she gets quiet when someone mentions his name. Like she’s bracing for impact.—

Jack nodded thoughtfully. —And she didn’t even tell Josh about him.—

—She flinched when I brought him up.—

—She flinched so hard I thought her neck was gonna snap.—

Elysia leaned her elbows on the table, face serious now. —So what do we do?—

Jack blinked. —What do you mean?—

She gave him the look—you know the one—the older-sister-but-also-same-age look she reserved for when she had a plan brewing.

—We can’t just sit back and let some Abercrombie reject take up space in her life when we know who she’s actually in love with.—

Jack sat back slowly, catching on. —Are you suggesting we... sabotage him?—

—I’m suggesting,— Elysia said carefully, —that maybe Josh needs to know he’s not the only name in the ring.—

Jack looked delighted. —You want to introduce Lando into the narrative.—

—Exactly,— she said, her grin curling like a cat in a sunbeam. —And not just as ‘her friend who she plays video games with sometimes’. No. He needs to see it. The way they are. The way she looks at him when she forgets people are watching.—

Jack nodded slowly. —We drop it subtly. Like... oh, Lando said something hilarious the other day. Or Lando sent her flowers after her performance.—

—Right,— Elysia said, warming to the idea. —We don’t lie. We don’t manipulate. We just... illuminate.—

—Like good siblings,— Jack added, completely serious.

—Exactly. We’re not starting drama. We’re providing context.—

Jack reached across the table and high-fived her. —Operation: Team Lanmelie begins now.—

—Please never call it that again.—

—Too late. I’m making t-shirts.—

They both started laughing, a quiet, conspiring sort of laugh—the kind that only siblings who grew up sharing secrets and bathroom counters could manage. It was the laugh of people who had weathered breakups, grief, and the long, slow ache of watching someone you love forget how to sparkle.

But they remembered. And they knew where the light came from.

Now they just had to help her see it again.

Jack stood and grabbed both their plates. —So how long you think it’ll take before Josh realizes he’s been invited to a party he was never supposed to headline?—

Elysia stretched her arms over her head. —Honestly? Probably right around the time Lando calls her princess in front of him.—

Jack winced in sympathy. —Brutal.—

Elysia just smiled. —Necessary.—

They clinked their coffee mugs together like generals toasting a quiet war.

For Amelie’s heart.

And for the boy who already owned it—even if she hadn’t figured that out yet.

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By the time Amelie and Josh stepped out of the car and into the bright Maui sun, she was already regretting every life choice that had led her here.

The driver, a quiet man named Kimo, gave her a sympathetic nod before pulling away, probably sensing the chaos about to unfold. Josh slung his arm lazily over her shoulder the moment they were on the front path, his fingers brushing the curve of her neck like he was entitled to it.

She flinched just enough to shift the balance and wiggle out of it, pretending to adjust her sunglasses. —God, it’s hot,— she mumbled, stepping ahead and conveniently out of reach.

—You weren’t complaining in the car,— Josh teased, lips brushing her ear with the kind of smirk that would’ve been charming if it hadn’t been so… performative.

She gave a tight-lipped smile, pushing her damp hair back. —Yeah, well. AC exists.—

Josh didn’t seem to notice her retreat. Or maybe he did and chose to ignore it, like he ignored half of what she said when it didn’t flatter his ego.

The front door was already open, voices spilling from inside—Jack’s unmistakable laugh, Elysia’s sharp-edged teasing, and the hum of Victoria humming along to some Fleetwood Mac song on the speaker.

—Here we go,— Amelie muttered under her breath, plastering on a smile and stepping inside.

The moment Josh entered the villa, every head in the room turned.

—This must be the famous Josh,— Victoria said warmly, stepping forward in a flowy linen dress, her energy somehow both calming and terrifying.

Josh grinned, full white teeth and surfer-boy swagger. —And you must be the woman responsible for this perfect little hurricane,— he said, nodding toward Amelie like she was something he’d ordered off a secret menu.

Amelie internally winced.

Victoria’s smile stayed polite but dipped just slightly at the edges. —That’s one way to put it,— she said, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. —Welcome, sweetheart. I hope you like papaya.—

—Love it,— Josh said, wrapping a loose arm around Amelie’s waist. She immediately sidestepped under the pretense of taking her shoes off.

Jack and Elysia were sprawled on the sectional couch like bored cats. Jack had his arms crossed, eyeing Josh like he was a suspicious link someone sent in a group chat.

—So you're the guy who flew across the ocean for my sister,— he said, voice pleasant in the way that usually preceded emotional destruction.

Josh dropped his duffel and extended a hand. —What can I say? I make grand gestures.—

—Like an over-budget Hallmark movie,— Elysia murmured, sipping from her iced coffee.

Josh didn’t catch it. Amelie did. She gave her sister a daggered look.

—Josh, these are the twins. Jack and Elysia,— she said quickly, grabbing his bag like it would somehow make things feel more casual.

Josh turned back to her, eyes scanning her bare legs beneath her oversized T-shirt. —You didn’t tell me your family looked like the cast of a Netflix series.

—I didn’t realize you were into incest,— Elysia said sweetly.

Jack choked on a grape.

Amelie shot her twin a please shut the hell up glare before clearing her throat. —Let’s go drop your stuff in the guest room. Come on.—

Josh followed, of course. With another hand on the small of her back.

—You’re tense,— he murmured as they headed down the hallway.

She took a careful step forward to avoid a trip hazard and kept her tone breezy. —It’s just… a lot. You know how they are.—

He chuckled. —It’s cute. You get all flustered when you’re around them. Kinda makes me want to push your buttons more.—

She stopped outside the guest room and handed him the bag. —Try not to. They bite.—

He leaned in like he was about to kiss her and she ducked under his arm, opening the door instead. —Bathroom’s through there, towels in the cabinet. I’ll grab you something to drink.—

Without waiting for a response, she made her exit.

Back in the kitchen, Jack was whispering something to Elysia that made her snort into her hand. Victoria was laying out fruit and frittata like it was a brunch interview.

—So what’s the verdict?— Elysia asked as Amelie approached the fridge.

—He’s fine,— Amelie said too quickly, grabbing a bottle of water.

—You hate that he touches you,— Jack pointed out casually.

—No, I don’t,— she said, even though she did.

Victoria looked up from slicing pineapple. —Does he know how to cook?—

—Why does that matter?— Amelie asked.

—Because if you’re going to bring someone into this house, he better know the difference between parsley and cilantro,— Victoria said without looking up.

Elysia held her hand out like she was scoring a gymnastics routine. —So far I’m giving him a 5.3. Maybe a 6 if he stops calling you “babe” every ten seconds.—

Jack cracked open a seltzer. —He tried to high-five me, Meems. A high five. Like we’re in a frat movie.—

—Okay, enough,— Amelie snapped, setting the bottle down a little too hard. —Can we not do this? Just… give him a chance. Please.—

They went quiet.

Victoria touched her arm. —We will. We are. Just watching out for you, baby. That’s all.—

She nodded, the tension behind her eyes giving away how much she was trying not to spiral.

Josh reappeared in the doorway a second later, freshly changed, sunglasses now perched backward on his head. He went straight to her, tugging her in by the waist, ignoring the way her body stiffened.

—God, you smell good,— he said against her cheek. —Like sunscreen and strawberries.—

Jack looked like he was about to combust.

—You guys hungry or what?— Amelie asked too brightly, stepping out of his grip and reaching for plates.

No one said anything. Not for a long beat. Then Elysia whispered under her breath:

—So... when’s Lando flying in?—

Amelie accidentally dropped a fork.

Hard silence.

Josh didn’t notice.

But Victoria, Jack, and Elysia? Oh, they noticed everything.

And for the first time since Josh landed, Amelie felt the full weight of what she was really running from.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for being too close to my childhood best friend?

(This is so long I'm so sorry, there's just a fair bit of info.)

Me (22F) and Jake (23F) grew up together. Our mothers were friends for years and got pregnant around the same time, and we've basically been side by side our whole lives. We consider each other platonic soulmates and siblings.

Jake has had a girlfriend (Lucy, 23F) for the last seven months. I really like Lucy, she's so funny, so interesting, and she clearly makes Jake happy. There's been one or two awkward moments between us, but its never been anything that lingered or caused problems.

Now I know how people generally act/think about "the girl best friend" so when Jake said he was thinking of asking Lucy out, I made sure to back off a bit. Instead of having a brate (bro date, just hanging out doing something like bowling, Maccas, movie theatre, ect) once a week I said we should have one once a month, I don't call him just to hang on the phone together anymore, I make sure to not message at all on the days I know they have dates planned, ect.

I've really, really done my best to not get in the way, to make sure Lucy knows he really is just my brother, and I've tried to give them both space as someone who is not involved in their relationship.

I thought I was doing really well because its never really come up until this week. It was Jake and I's brate day and we decided to go to the mall so I could shop for clothes and he could get the slushies he likes there. Lucy knew where we'd be, and "happened" to show up, which was fine. Like I said, I like hanging out with her, and I actually thought it was cool I could get another girl's opinion on my outfit.

Jake decided to try on some clothes too while he was there and it turned into something of a mini fashion show of both of us showing off our possible choices. Lucy seemed to alternate between really having fun and going quiet. She refused to try on any herself but grinning and laughing while Jake and I were, and while we were taking turns playfully hyping each other up.

Jake tried on a pair of jeans and I was teasing him and said "damn dude, look at all that ass" trying to make him embarrassed. This was when Lucy muttered something I didn't quite hear, and politely suggested I should leave. Both Jake and I were really confused and taken aback and Lucy kind of shrugged and said things like this were things couples should do, and it was really inappropriate of me to make a sexual comment about her boyfriend while she was right there.

I didn't want to make a scene so I said I'd go, but Jake argued back and said it was clearly just joking around and he's sick of her getting upset at literally anything I do, or he does with me, which was surprising because it was the first I heard that she's had actual complaints.

We all wound up sitting down in the food court to talk and Lucy basically said that she's growing more and more uncomfortable with how close Jake and I are as her and Jake get closer, even though Jake and I's interactions have drastically dropped since they started dating. She thinks its weird we have friendship bracelets (our families went on a double vacation when we were 14 and me and Jake bought those cheap seaside shell bracelets in matching colors, that's literally it) and we hang out alone once a month (even though she's been invited multiple times and always refuses) and she thinks its even weirder than our families are so close and call us siblings.

I won't lie, it killed me inside, but I offered to back off entirely and only be around Jake in group settings, if at all, but Jake cut in and said that wasn't a compromise he was willing to make, and asked Lucy to talk more in private. They left together and trying to be respectful, I haven't reached out at all to either of them while they talk it through.

Jake's mom came over today to hang out with mine, and wound up telling me the last few days Jake has been stressed out, miserable, and isn't sure about staying with Lucy. She said it was a shame because Lucy seemed so nice, but she also said she was proud of him because I was family and Lucy's insecurity wasn't reasonable.

It made me feel sad and like I was hurting Jake by interfering with his relationship again, so I asked some of my online friends from a game I play and the opinion was kind of split. They all agreed I've never spoken about Jake in a way that hinted I liked him, but also that as girls, they'd feel weird anyway about knowing their boyfriend had this close bond with another girl, and they'd be wondering what the future would look like and if our friendship would get in the way of choices like moving, starting a family.

Now I feel completely lost and honestly a little scared of both losing Jake and apparently ruining his life by being so close to him. None of the rest of our IRL friend group has ever brought anything up about it, and I don't know if this is Lucy being jealous or if this is my fault.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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gunilslaugh · 1 year ago

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Need Some Help Darling? Pt.2

Kwak Jiseok Summary: Just because Jiseok is a bad guy doesn’t mean he’s necessarily a bad guy. Not to you at least. (non-idol au) WC:~1k Warning:none

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

After settling inside your house you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling. Why was Jiseok there? Why did he help you? Why did he insist on giving you a ride home? Why did he give you his number to call if you need help? Who is Jiseok?

That’s your biggest question of all. You didn’t really know anything about him. You assume that he is some type of loan shark, but you don’t know exactly what he does. It is safe to say that he is dangerous. He literally held a knife to your throat, but he didn’t hurt you and tonight he helped you. Then again he was also carrying a knife on his hip and he wasn’t afraid to use it. So really, what kind of guy is Jiseok? That question lingered in your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

In the morning you woke up and caught sight of the folded piece of paper on your nightstand. You unfolded the paper and looked at the numbers running across it: Jiseok’s number. You grabbed your phone and opened it up to create a new contact. You typed in the numbers from the paper and saved the contact as “Bad Guy Jiseok”.

Besides the new contact in your phone life seemed to go back to normal. You woke up in the mornings, went to work, came back home, had dinner, relaxed before going to bed. Enjoyed your days off. In fact if it wasn’t for his contact in your phone you may think your encounters with him were merely weird dreams.

It was another normal day. You just got off work and were on your way back home. You are waiting for the cross signal at a crosswalk. The signal turns, giving you the go ahead to cross the street. When you’re about halfway across you hear a blaring horn. A car is speeding right for you and you freeze like a deer in the headlights.

“What is wrong with you? Why would you just stand there when a car is coming right for you?” Someone scolded you. Actually no, you recognized the voice. It was Jiseok’s. Jiseok was holding you by your shoulders, his eyes scanned over your body.

“Jiseok? What are you- what just happened?” you asked, looking around. You were now standing on the other side of the street, but the last thing you remember is hearing the sound of a horn.

“You almost got hit by a car! If it wasn’t for me you’d be dead right now!” He saved you, again.

“Thanks, for saving my life,” you said. Jiseok sighed. It was obvious you were still in shock.

“Look I have other business to attend to, but how about you wait in my car. I’ll drive you home after.” He started to guide you in the direction of his car.

“No, it’s fine Jiseok. I can get home on my own,” you tried to decline.

“You’re still in shock. Just wait in the car. I’ll be quick.” Jiseok opened the car door for you and motioned for you to get in. You took a glance at him before getting into his car. He shut the door behind you.

You spent your time in the car thinking about the incident that just happened. How did Jiseok magically show up again when you needed him? Could it really be a coincidence? He did say he has other business to attend to. Have your lives possibly always overlapped and you never noticed? Your thoughts are broken by the sound of a car door opening. It’s Jiseok climbing into the driver's seat.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he tells you. You reach over and grab the seatbelt then click it into place. Jiseok begins to drive and your eyes fall to his knuckles that are wrapped around the steering wheel. They’re bruised and busted. Your eyes trail from his injured knuckles up his arm and to his face. The corner of his lip near his jaw is bruised too.

“You’re hurt,” you say. Jiseok looks at you for a moment then he looks at his knuckles.

“It’s nothing darling,” he dismissed.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” you questioned. He shook his head.

“I told you it’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt,” he said.

“It looks like it hurts,” you voiced. Jiseok chuckled. He removed one of his hands from the wheel and took hold of one of yours. His action takes you by surprise. Your eyes widen as you look at his hand holding yours.

“If your delicate knuckles got busted it would hurt.” His thumb rubbed over your knuckles. “But my knuckles are far from delicate, so it doesn’t hurt.”

“What do you do Jiseok?” you asked.

“Nothing that concerns you darling.” He let go of your hand, setting his back on the wheel.

“Then why do you help me?” You changed your question.

“Should I have let those guys get you that night or let you get hit by that car?” he prompts.

“No. I’m very grateful for you helping me. I just mean for someone who’s a bad guy, you don’t seem like you’re a bad guy,” you say.

“Oh darling I’m sure there are plenty of people who would argue with you about that,” he said.

“Well you don’t seem like a bad guy to me. I don’t think bad guys would drive someone home, so they get back safe or give someone their number to call if they need help.” Jiseok pulled up at your curb.

“Well you’re not just someone, you’re my darling.” He leaned over closer to you. Your breath hitches. Jiseok smirks as he leans even closer to you, so close you can feel his breath fan against your face. Suddenly you hear the click of your seatbelt and the car door opens.

“Don’t trip on your way in,” he tells you leaning back. You feel your face flush.

“Right…thanks for the ride and saving me,” you stammer out, awkwardly getting out of his car

“Sure thing darling.” He stares at you until you make it inside your house before he drives away.

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“Jiseok?” You say with a quivering voice.

“What is it darling?” Jiseok asked.

“I need help,” you sniffed.

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 2 years ago

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How does the Mimic know so much about Cassie?!?! Theory Speculation

Something I've been wondering on the course of my playthrough was how the Mimic knew a lot about Cassie.

Maybe not her personally...

But here's the thing...

The Mimic is shown to have communication through HELPI. The message he sent to Cassie was Gregory and when Cassie arrives she says:

"Gregory, are you there? I got your message!"

So this means that the Mimic sent Cassie a message OUTSIDE of the confines of the Pizzaplex.

(Unless you get into the theory that it was real Gregory who sent the outside message in the first place and then from then on out since she got there she was being manipulated by the Mimic through the Roxy-Talky but...........We don't have time to unpack all that... and it does line up with what we know about Patient 46 and GGY..... bbuuuuuuuuttt One theory at a time... lol )

Let's say for the sake of the argument that the Mimic was the one who sent the Outside Message for Cassie for help.

Because... We know what Gregory's message is.

We heard it in the trailer:

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Gregory's message in Text:

"Cassie I hope you get this message. I'm trapped. Here at the pizzaplex or what's left of it. I don't have time to go into how I got here. But you have to help me out! Save me Cassie please! It's so dark down here!

Don't give up on me yet."

(granted the "don't give up on me yet" is more trailer bait line as Steel Wool talking directly to the consumers then what I think was actually in Gregory's message... but I do think the first part is definitely the message Cassie gets.)

This is the message that the Mimic left Cassie. I would say... on her cellphone... But... we know Cassie doesn't have a cellphone at her age.

We can safely assume so because she would have tried to use her cell phone a LONG time ago to try and reach Gregory.

I think that Grimmic left this message on Cassie's home phone. And we know her Dad is out of the picture right now. Steel Wool makes it REALLY intentionally vague if her Dad is alive or dead considering he was a human Staff at the Pizzaplex. She always uses past tense or ambiguous tense when talking about her dad, but it's always unclear if she's speaking in past Tense about Bonnie or her Dad.

But.. We do know that her Dad is not in the picture AS OF THIS MOMENT...

Because in Roxy's Salon, when you use the AR mask near a Fazwrench Door, (remember her Dad has a Fazwrench apparently) you can see this note:

The reason I say this note is written by Cassie's Dad, is that in Roxy's Salon we see so much of exposition about Cassie's past throughout Cassie's favorite areas. And throughout the game it is severely hinted at that the AR mask does display things based on what the wearer wants to see. or based on memories the wearer has.

aka: Monty soda machines turning into Roxy machines... Sun and Moon's Room being tidy in AR cause Cassie was a daycare kid and remembers Sun and Moon being kind and good daycare attendants. Roxy being the only animatronic that appears as Cassie remembers her fully cause she was her favorite. The mask functions as literal nostalgia rose-tinted glasses at times.

There's also the Brazil/Hallucination ending... where Cassie just sees what she wants to.

Sometimes AR does weird stuff for the sake of weird stuff, like floating objects everywhere and enlarged objects, but because Roxy Salon was so relevant to plot details, and explaining how Gregory and Cassie were friends and how she was devastated when he went missing.... Yeah. I'm saying this note was from her Dad.

So he's not in the picture..... right now of this moment.

So Cassie probably heard this message on her home phone when her parent.... parents?? Parent. Her Dad wasn't home, so she went to investigate the Pizzaplex herself.

Now... How did the Mimic get Cassie's number? how did he send a message to the outside world? We already know that he's connected to HELPI. So I'm not surprised that he can send messages from way below the foundation in concrete...

But.... How did he know how to Mimic Gregory effectively.... How did he know to prey upon Cassie's loneliness? How did he know that she would do everything to help him and she would do it if it was Gregory?

Now... I don't think he knew all this... But there are often times where the Mimic preys upon Cassie's loneliness in a very effective way.

And if you look at the mission objective hud... It keeps changing to things like this:

"Don't you want to save Gregory? Try harder!"

"I'm lonely."

He also says things like: "I'm so scared and alone. It's dark down here. Save me Cassie please"

When they meet for the first time, he even says: "You saved me!"

He preys perfectly upon her loneliness and manipulates her from the very start of the game from the moment he speaks till the moment you get HEPI and the mission objective hud starts saying crazy stuff.

Cassie is a very lonely kid. And I wouldn't be surprised if Gregory is her only friend and she feels she owes him for being there for her when no one else was. Roxanne Wolf and Gregory are all she has. Her Dad isn't even there for her. Either left to "get milk" or was killed by Vanny.... but... in her mind her Dad might have "Went missing" as well... All we know is that her Dad is not in the picture currently and Roxy and Gregory are all she's got.

.....How would the Mimic know this? How does he know to prey upon Cassie's loneliness insecurity so expertly?

....How does the Mimic know how to MIMIC GREGORY???

Well....

We know that Gregory was down here. Cause we do find a backpack with his name on it, right outside the door where Mimic is sealed. Which is probably where the Mimic got the Fazbear Walky Talky from in the first place....

But that's not enough evidence.

We just know that Gregory was down here at some point to probably seal the Mimic with Concrete.... Maybe with Vanessa, but that part is unclear.

But... I think Gregory knew the Mimic before this.

With the Mimic being canon, getting a better grasp on Cassie's character and who she is as a character...

I can say definitively My speculations about her being patient 46, and connected to Charlie in some way......... Since Charlie from the Silver Eyes tends to have weird connections and parallels to patient 46....

But my idea that Cassie would be connected to 46 or Charlie in anyway..... Are completely wrong.

But do you know who seems to be connected to Patient 46 and Charlie More now?

Gregory....

And I don't think Gregory being homeless was a fabrication. He just wasn't living in a cardboard box.

He was living in the Pizzaplex....

And you remember.... that one room... In Security Breach... that everyone theorized about but we had no definitive answers?

Yeah.

The post-it note room.

This room is written with a lot of notes.... some in binary... some in English. Some in drawings.

But... people pieced together, that this room seems to consist of a Robot coming into consciousness and communicating with a second party.... And I think that it's the Mimic.

Because.... when you EXIT this post-it note room.... You can find a trail of post-it notes... Leading to a workbench... with...

A TRANSISTER RADIO THAT CAN BROADCAST OUT FREQUENCIES AND ENDO SCHEMATICS

We now know that these are definitively about the Mimic And the Mimic Probably stayed in the Post-it note room for some time.

The post it note room leads a trail that takes us directly to these Schematics...

So... The Mimic was in that room for a long while.... Talking to someone.....

Who do I think they were talking to?

Gregory.

We already know that Gregory is homeless, and we find many of his hideouts scattered throughout the Pizzaplex.... and while we don't know if Gregory has any direct connections to the Afton Family other than being a parallel... This is the only thing that fits given the information we know right now.

And we do know that the Mimic is a Learning Adaptive AI... And it might not have killed Gregory at first cause he was reminded of the boy it used to grow up with.

I don't believe Gregory taught the Mimic things maliciously or manipulatively... I really think Gregory found a robot that crawled into this room he was hiding in that copied him...

And if we know Gregory... this isn't even book text... This is in-game Text.... Gregory sees animatronics as cool robots and toys/tools to mess around with. (I'm saying... climbing into a unconscious animatronics stomach hatch is not the first thing I would do when avoiding mall security......) Like it's part of the reason Gregory's first thought was upgrading Freddy to make his night easier.

Gregory views the animatronics as Robots and tools, while Cassie tends to view them more as people/characters.

So once Gregory comes across this creepy endo that copies him and has his own sign language, they write back and forth and he talks to it. He talks about his friends like Cassie probably, and rambles about stuff... Cause Gregory is excited this thing can learn, and he wants to talk to it and teach it.

Are there holes in this theory?

Sure.

Like Gregory's reaction to the Endos in the base game doesn't line up if he's seen the mimic endo before. Nor his reaction to Burntrap in the Afton Ending. "He? What is that thing???"

There's way too much Afton Family and Charlie/Puppet symbolism in the post-it note room to say definitively that this was the case....

But... The post-it note room leading to a trail of Papers where the Mimic Schematics are....

I really do think the Post-it note room is where the Mimic learned a lot of things... And if Gregory was in there teaching him stuff and talking to it, he Was probably learning about Cassie too.

Anyway, that's what I think and wanted to throw it out to the void before Matpat starts swerving all over the DLC.

#fnaf #fnaf ruin spoilers #fnaf Cassie #fnaf Mimic #danachan's rants #Youtube

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 18 days ago

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may i please have the next bit of there is something rotten in the commonwealth of pennsylvania by calliam shakespeare? also, since i'm already all up your asks, i probably always read too much into your oc naming habits, but can i get confirmation on intentional vs. divine accident re: when they ask me who i am... meera being the mirror buck holds up to realize something is not right... meera. mirror. tbh ny/nj dropped-r accents have spread into the mid-atlantic region, so mirror really can sound like "meer-rah" a lot of the time around here. you are 100% in my head, but are you also in my backyard? both is good. aa anon.

I'm giggling at this. Thank you! And hahaha - you definitely were reading more into it than intended. Sorry! I had a list of names open for a different fic, where I needed one of a specific background, saw Meera, thought it fit this character.

500 for 🔍:

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He seizes with terror. Like his worst fear is coming true. Like the worst thing that could ever possibly happen to him is happening.

They're gonna need you.

He’s dying. This man is dying. Buck doesn't know why. He doesn’t even know his name.

I love you, kid.

Buck jolts awake in the back of the car. He gasps. Like he is the one who died in the dream. The sudden sound alerts Maddie and Athena, who both twist to look at him. The car is parked. They’re waiting somewhere.

“Are you okay?” Maddie asks, face contorted with concern.

Buck nods shallowly.

“Weird dream,” he mumbles.

Buck thinks. It didn’t feel like a dream. At least not the kind he’s used to. It felt like a memory.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “We’re just at the airport parking now. We’re hoping their phones will reach us if they’re in-state. I’m guessing they’ll land somewhat soon.”

“There’s a flight landing from LAX in forty minutes,” Athena explains.

“Hey, uh, Maddie?” He asks.

“Yeah?” She asks.

“You said things were hard right before I disappeared,” Buck remembers.

Another look exchanged between Maddie and Athena. What are they hiding from him?

“I did,” Maddie admits.

“What happened?” Buck asks. “Did something happen to me? Or… Someone close to me?”

Maddie swallows. “Are you asking about something specific? Do you remember something?”

Buck shrugs. “Like I said, weird dream.”

“What did you dream about, Buck?” Athena asks.

“Why-why won’t you guys just tell me?” He asks.

“Nothing terrible happened to you,” Maddie says. “It was a hard time for everyone on your team, and… And for Athena and I. It was just a difficult time and you tend to take everyone else’s struggles onto your shoulders.”

It’s not that Buck thinks Maddie is lying exactly. He doesn’t think she’s being dishonest. He just thinks she’s avoiding details. And he doesn’t know why. Does she also think he’s so fragile he can’t handle it? He can. Isn’t this the best time to tell him someone is dead? When he can’t remember how much he must have loved them?

“Okay,” Buck mumbles. He feels bad, but now he trusts her just a little bit less.

🔍

Right on schedule, a little over forty-minutes later, all three of their phones start buzzing with incoming messages. Whoever couldn’t reach them from California has landed in Harrisburg. For Buck, that mostly looks like frantic texts and voicemails from the number he had called from Baltimore. Eddie. That’s what they said his name is. Eddie.

Buck scrolls through them, opting not to listen to the voicemails in a car with Maddie and Athena so close. They feel private, somehow.

#daisies and briars writes #when they ask me who i am fic

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therandompagesblog · 5 months ago

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Her Soul for His Soul Chapter 4 (🌞Y/N🌞)

Trigger Warnings: Paranoia, anxiety, claustrophobia, mental health, emotional distress

The days went on and nothing happened to me. It was quiet. Far too quiet. Everything was too normal. Even Winter was back to her usual self. Winter did not even speak about that night. The only thing she apologised was for doing it in my room. Apparently she never meant to make me upset. It was weird. It was like she was hiding something. Even Lisa had her suspicions. We even went to university lectures as normal. We chatted and laughed like everything was normal but the unspoken rule was there. Do not mention that night. It was weird. The only thing unusual this term was that we had six university assessments due before Christmas which was biblically criminal. Whose idea was it to put them together? Probably Mr Whimsical's doing. He wanted us to suffer. He wanted a thesis plan due before Halloween which was in a weeks time. Could he have told us earlier, yes, but his memory was awful. Mr Whimsical's memory was so bad he was re-teaching us a topic we did last week. None of us said anything and kept quiet as we snickered in our rows. He was teaching us about spirits again and I could have sworn the man was emphasising words more and more every time he forgot. This time he drew up on kindred spirits. This was something that got me and Winter's attention. "....a vessel of spirits. They hold the light or the dark. They are kind or evil. Their presence will match yours. Their soul is similar to yours but don't be fooled when one is evil. An evil kindred spirit is there to taunt your soul and consume it. Keynes are you listening or painting your face!?" Mr Whimsical paused to scold Jessica Keynes who was always late. Bless her heart she was a single mum of two who had to work after this lecture. "Right lectures done. Y/N at the back remind me next time I see you where we left off." "Yes, professor," I said. I was definitely going to remember. I needed to understand this book I had!!! We quickly packed up our stuff and headed towards the courtyard to sit on the bench to have our usual lunch. "What did you think about what he said?" I asked. "I don't know, I wasn't listening." Winter quickly said. Me and Lisa looked at her curiously. The blond-haired girl literally jumped out of her seat when kindred spirits were mentioned. "I thought it was cool," Lisa added. "Yeah. So um, I'm going home for a few days." Winter stated, causing us to stop. "What! Why?" I asked. "That whole night, messed me up. I needed some space to understand what happened. It's not like I can ask my grandmother. I only have her books." Winter said. "It's sad because my poor grandmother is stuck in a carehome." "Take your time!" Lisa said honestly. "Do what's best for you, we'll be here whenever you're ready to talk!" I added, but deep down I was cursing her. I bet she's leaving us with evil spirits! "Just make sure you do your assessments!" "Y/N whatever happens I got your back once I understand!" Winter said, but before I asked she scurried off to answer her phone. "Does that mean you're fucked?" Lisa asked causing me to nudge her playfully.

BACK IN MY ROOM. IT WAS COLD. The heating was on but it was still cold. The lights were off except the green-coloured light from my Xbox controller that flashed when it was charging. My hand slowly reached up to find the light switch but instead, it touched the bubbly paint that wasn't painted on the walls properly. My eyes squinted as I looked at my chair where my coats were usually chucked over. It looked as though there was a figure sitting there. Waiting for me. I quickly tried to find the light switch as I swore the figure moved but I couldn't find it. My heart started to thump heavily in my chest as I raced to find the switch. My hand was feeling against the wall where no light switch could be found. In the end, I used my phone and there it miraculously was. As soon as I switched the light switch it disappeared. It was like it was a figure of my imagination. My paranoia. Sighing to myself I dumped my bag down and walked over to my bed to sit on it. I looked around the room. Taking note of all the belongings I had. A desk. A chair. A bed. A bathroom. Things that didn't look out of place, but felt irregular. Even though books that were placed on my shelf looked as though they were in the wrong order. Ring! Ring! Ring! I jumped out of my skin when I heard my phone ring. It was Lisa! "You couldn't knock?" I said with laughter. "I'm too lazy but not too lazy to ask if you wanted to go to the library tonight. To study?" Lisa asked. I agreed, only because I was not going to get this thesis plan done any time soon. I tried to start it or at least plan the essay title, but I was getting nowhere. I walked around the room for a few seconds before heading back to my seat. Typing all over again. This time I put my headphones in, listening to sound waves to help me focus. Quantum sounds in particular. It tingled the brain in the right spots to help me focus. As I was typing away I felt a breeze causing me to turn around but nothing was there. Even the window was shut. I continued on, staring at the screen as I looked at some articles. It was an article about spiritual vessels in another country. It was fascinating. Y/N... I froze. Y/N... I took my headphones out and looked around to see my Xbox had turned on. Nothing was there. I slowly walked up to the door and listened to see if someone was at the door, but nobody was there. I took a deep breath and went back to my desk when I noticed my notepad on the floor with the kindred spirit book. I gradually walked over to the book as if I was scared of my movements causing a disruption. I crouched down and picked up the book. Dusting it off before holding it close. It felt like I needed to console it. I turned the notebook over when I saw words written across the page. Do not summon them. I dropped the notebook instantly and grabbed the book. I fled the room. I had to. I grabbed my bag and left. I went to the library.

THE LIBRARY SMELLED OF OLD BOOKS! It was a nice smell. I relished in it. It smelled like dust and burnt leather. It was cosy. All it needed was an old fireplace and it would be fantastic. It was beautiful. In fact it was the most exquisite library ever. It was like an old-fashioned lawyer's office. Some of the books were covered in barbed mesh and you had to get the librarian to unlock it to get the book you wanted out of it. I sat down at the desk and texted Lisa I went to the library early. I pulled out my laptop and started studying alone. I didn't need music. The peaceful breaths were enough as it was. Until someone with a cold came in, making me cringe so my headphones went in my ears. I studied away when I realised I needed a book. A certain book. I checked our university webpage to see it was in section 138.3b. That was the other side of the library! Sighing to myself I walked down the corridor and through the double doors when a breeze hit. It was so cold down this part. "One hundred and thirty-six. One hundred and thirty-seven... Ah! Ha!" I said when I reached the room. It was a room with shelf dividers. A mobile bookcase. They annoyed me. They were too heavy to turn. As soon as I did I locked it. I climbed in and searched for the book I needed and found it on the bottom shelf. I slowly took it out and flicked through a couple of pages when a book fell on my head. I gasped and rubbed my head when I heard an unclicking sound. Then the speed of the dials came. I was being trapped in. Caged into the bookcase. "Excuse me. There's someone in here!" "Hello!" The person didn't hear me and I tried to rush out when I got stuck. I don't have the book. I need the book. My heart quickened as I forced my way out. There was nobody there. There was nobody in this room. I wiped the tears that I didn't realise I had down my face and left the library with the book. Lisa was already sitting there waiting for me with her stuff. She gave me a smile when she noticed my red puffy face. I waved her off and sat down. "I got stuck in the bookcase," I said. "My worst nightmare. I hope you're alright?" Lisa asked and I nodded. Trying to get on with my work. I took a peek in my bag to see the book comfortably sitting in there. I wondered if it was time to summon them but I didn't feel the need yet. I felt it wasn't time. I felt the spirit wasn't ready for me. Maybe it didn't feel the need to protect me yet. Maybe I wasn't in that much danger yet and it was just a harmless ghost playing pranks. Whatever it was, I hope it didn't get worse!

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sturniolo04 · 7 months ago

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The Confession 3 C.S.

Fwb!Mean!Chris x Fwb!Fem!Reader

A/N: I tried something different :)

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

*Really long you have been warned.

it has been a full week since madi and Matt have been together and since Jess's Mom visited Boston and jess has been extremely distant with Chris. Anytime her and madi come over to our house she always in Nick's room and its honestly kind of bugging chris because she's his best friend she can talk to him about anything... right

it's been a week and it is Sunday and Jess and Madi are at our house and Jess had routinely made her way to Nick's room but today was kind of different. Keep in mind Nick never talked to her about what they saw with her and chris a week ago because it is not his place but because today she seems a little off.

"you okay over there"

he states to the girl pacing back and forth in front of his bed

"yeah why wouldnt i be"

you reply stopping in your tracks to do so

"you seem weird you sure"

"yeah im okay"

"okay"

he trails off looking back at his phone but then building up the courage to ask you the question he didnt really want to ask

"hey so jess"

"hm"

"you and chris... do you.. you know like him"

"what why would you ask that no ew"

you exclaims already knowing youre is lying

"oh my god you little liar you totally do"

he exclaims as he notices her blushing at the mention of his name

"thats so bad i know"

you state covering your face

"does he know"

"no"

you trail off

"ive been being extremely weird about it ive been avoiding him since last week and i think he knows thats what i have been doing."

"oh so am i the first person to know"

"no i told madi and her mom first last week after mcdonalds and everything"

"what"

"yeah it just came out i wasnt trying to confess that at that moment it just happened."

you trail off looking at you phone to see a imessage from the one and only Christopher

"who is it"

"chris"

you sigh out setting your phone on the floor next to you where you were sitting

"what does he want"

"to talk"

"oh"

"yeah and im just not ready to say it yet at least not to him"

"so what are you going to do then"

"not talk to him"

"madi"

"what if i talk to him i freeze up his makes me nervous and i dont want to admit that to him yet"

"understandable but he's still your bestfriend and you cant avoid him forever"

"yeah i know"

you exclaim laying on the floor as Matt and madi walk into Nick's room

"jess.."

"yess madii"

"she doesnt want to talk to chris and is avoiding him"

"i think everyone noticed you were purposely avoiding him"

"its that obvious"

"uhh yes"

she states looking at jess

"ughh"

you exclaim covering your face

"come on"

she states reaching your hands out for jess to grab

"where are we going"

"to film a youtube video"

"noo im staying here"

you pouts sitting on nick's floor again knowing you would be sitting next to chris in the van

"J come on it will be fun"

"for me please"

she pouts as you gives in standing up and grabing your shoes

"ill get chris"

he states walking back downstairs to find him sitting on couch on his phone

"hey loser"

he shouts grabbing his attention

"we are leaving to go film come on"

"fine"

he sighs out as madi and jess and nick have finally made their way downstairs making eye contact with jess

"lets go already"

you state breaking eye contact grabbing madi's hand leading her out of the door

"why is she being like that"

he finally exclaims to his brothers looking at matt then nick who were standing in the same room

"i dont know she's.."

he trails off looking at nick

"jess'

"what the fuck did i do i have no fucking clue at all"

"ask her"

"i tried she completely ignored my text messages"

he confesses as nick and matt look at each other

"lets just get this video filmed and we will figure it out"

he states walking of the house with them

You were completely not paying attention to what we were even talking about you were just simply staring out the window ignoring everyone

"HELLO earth to jessica"

"what"

you reply bluntly looking at all the eyes on you

"did you hear the question i asked you"

"no"

"wow okay"

he states offended getting out of the van with Matt following

you heard the question clearly. he basically asked you to admit what your problem is with him and why you have and am ignoring him still.

"jess"

"what im sorry"

"youre breaking him"

"i dont mean to i just"

"okay you need to say something"

"no madi i cant"

"you have until the end of our Hawaii trip to do so"

"no nick come on thats like 2 weeks"

"exactly figure it out"

he states getting out of the van to find matt and chris

"what going on with you jess"

"I dont knoww madi i just have been so scared he wont like me back like that"

"thats why you wont say anything"

'yeah its not that i dont want to i just dont want to get hurt"

"yeah i know"

she trails off as the front van door opens to reveal matt

"hey can you sit back with jess chris is actually upset"

he states as madi nods her head as jess start silently sobbing as everyone switches spots

"matt drop us at our house please"

she states breaking the unbearing silence in the van from everyone

"okay"

he replys as he looks at jess trying to sob silently

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obetrolncocktails · 2 years ago

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Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 5

Have you read Part 4?

Warnings: Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI! (18+), SOAKED PANTIES/ UNDERWEAR ALERT, intense sexual tension, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, teasing, foreplay, fingering, fluff, brief mentions of feelings of inadequacy, graphic descriptions of sex. (YOU AND DANNY FINALLY FAWK).

Word Count: 9,741K

A/N: This might be some of my favorite writing I've done in a while, ESPECIALLY the smut. I tried my best to make this smut seem as realistic as possible to how I think Danny would behave...take that as you will. 😈

Here’s a link to the song mentioned in the fic: Mr. Forgettable—David Kushner

Here’s a link to the Spotify Ignition Playlist: Ignition

“Kenn, I think we might…you know–” you told one of your close friends through facetime.

“Oh?” She asked, taking a sip of her iced latte through the camera. “This is Danny, right? Not Jake?”

“Definitely not Jake,” you insisted. “We haven’t really been talking lately.”

“Oh. What happened?” She asked disappointedly, having been left out of the loop since the last phone call.

“Well, I finally told him how I felt, and things didn’t really go well. He completely ghosted me for like two weeks until I confronted him at rehearsal, and even now things are really weird. I don’t know,” you shrugged, trying to blow off the hurt that you most definitely still felt. “We haven’t talked,” you shrugged.

“Wait, so you told him you liked him, and he just disappeared?” She asked, slurping loudly through her straw.

“Yeah,” you said simply, plopping your head down into your covers before lifting it again.

“Maybe it freaked him out,” Kenn replied. “I don’t know. But that’s weird that he acted like that. Did he tell you if he had feelings or not?”

“He said he didn’t love me like that. He said he’d always be there for me and then literally disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“Damn,” she sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/n,” She apologized gently. “I really wish I could be there with you. We’d have a sleepover and we’d do the whole ‘eat Ben & Jerry’s and cry’ thing.”

You shrugged, chuckling softly. “Honestly, I think I’m past all that. Danny and I are kind of a thing, now,” you explained. “I don’t know where it’s gonna go, and things are still new, but he’s such a good guy, and he makes me feel–I don’t know,” you blushed.

“Sexy? Like you’re floating?” She asked, grinning widely.

“All of the above. And more,” You answered. “Jake will come around eventually, and if he doesn’t, I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Kenn asked. “You guys are so close, Y/n. I can’t imagine you and Jake just not being a package deal, you know?”

Her bringing up the obvious made you uncomfortable. She’d asked the questions you’d avoided for weeks. “I miss him, and I’m fucking angry. I never thought he’d act like this, even if he didn’t like me–and now, I just don’t get it.”

“He hasn’t tried to talk to you? Not at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I yelled at him at rehearsal last week though,” you explained. Kenn snorted.

“Oh my God. Hell hath no fury like Y/n when she’s pissed off,” She continued. “What did you say?”

“He kept giving me all of these excuses as to why he couldn’t or wouldn’t reach out to me first…that I should have been the first one to reach back out to him knowing I had already put myself out there and got rejected by him. Who does that to their best friend?”

Kenn shook her head. “A jackass. But like–remember when we were talking, and all the signs were adding up? I swore that he had feelings,” she explained with a confused expression. “Jake wasn’t hard for me to read at all. Every single thing that you told me sounded like he had feelings.” She took another sip of her beverage before shaking the empty cup of ice. “I had no doubt.”

“Ugh, why are boys so fucking difficult to figure out?!” You groaned, covering your face with your pillow. “Like why did God make me straight? This is sick!”

Kenn chuckled. “All men, I swear, have rocks in their heads.”

“You’re telling me!” You agreed, your attention moving elsewhere when you felt your phone vibrate as you began receiving a call. It was Danny.

“Speaking of men, I’ve got a good one calling.”

“I love you, bestie. Keep me updated on Danny. Let me know if I need to kick his ass, too, and I’ll make the trip ASAP.”

“I will, I promise.”

You hung up with her promptly before switching over the call.

“Hi,” you said with a smile.

“Hi gorgeous,” he said through the phone with a delightful tone. “What are you up to?” He asked.

“Nothing really, just got off the phone with Kenn.”

“That’s nice, did you guys have a good call?” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah, we only get to talk like once or twice a month, so it was nice to catch up.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you in bed yet?” He asked, hope laced into the question.

“Not even close,” you told him. “Why?”

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” he said flirtatiously.

“I’m sworn to secrecy. Signed by a notary,” you answered playfully.

“Wow, that’s really official. Truth be told, I have a craving.”

“A craving?” You asked, grinning.

“Yup. I figured I’d ask you if you had a craving too, and then, if you would like to possibly fix that craving, maybe perhaps we could carpool to a convenience store…” he said, obviously beating around the bush.

“Let me see,” you replied. “Oh yeah, you know, I could totally go for a Reese’s right now. I’m fresh out.”

“Oh man, that sucks! But, guess what? I just so happen to have a car!”

“Danny, you know I have a car, too, right?” You chuckled.

“I had no idea women could drive!” He joked.

“You deserve to be punched for that,” you told him, raising an eyebrow.

“Be careful, I like women who are hands on.”

“You’re a loser,” You answered, getting up from the bed, smoothing out your clothes.

“Your loser, I hope,” he suggested.

“My loser,” you agreed.

“I’ll be over in ten then, loser,” he replied quickly, hanging up before you could protest. Soon, you heard his car pull up, his engine purring loudly outside of your window.

“You were just looking for an excuse to see me, weren’t you?” You asked him as you stepped down your front stairs, being careful to not trip over them in the dark.

“No, of course not! I was just craving some sweet chili Doritos, but was scared to go to the store alone,” he answered, feigning innocence. “Figured I’d call up a buddy.”

“Is that what I am to you, Daniel Wagner?” You asked, ducking down to peer at him through his passenger window. You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’m your buddy?” You lifted your eyebrows skeptically with the question.

“I have a secret,” he said quietly, pulling his finger upward in a ‘come here’ gesture.

“What?” You asked.

“Get in and I'll tell you,” he said with a grin. You eyed him with suspicion, but opened the car door, sinking down into the seat beside him. As soon as you were settled inside, he lifted his hand to tilt your face, leaning his body over the center console to deliver a breathtaking kiss, his fingertips caressing your jaw and the curve of your neck just like before. This kiss was different though, because now, his touch was comfortable and confident. His fingertips knitted into your hair, and yours lifted upward to rest on his shoulder and chest, bunching his shirt in your hands as you deepened the kiss. Adjusting in your seat, you turned your body to him, moving as best you could in such a small space. “Why’d you have to kiss me like that in this tiny fucking car?” You asked breathlessly.

“Because I like the challenge,” Danny said, licking his lips as he sat back in his seat, his chest heaving. “Plus I’m a glutton for punishment. Oh and I lied about what I was craving,” he added, looking over at you, a glimmer in his eye.

“Oh?” You answered simply.

“Yeah. You just fixed it.” At that, your cheeks flamed embarrassingly pink, your skin heating up to the point of almost being feverish.

“Where did you learn to be so fucking smooth?” You chuckled. He grinned like he had just won something.

“I’ve got quick wit, Y/n,” he said cleverly. “Also I had to put a lot of practice into impressing you,” he said, flashing his white teeth in a broad smile.

“You’re such a dork ,” you grinned widely, still feeling the pressure of his lips against yours. Really, you wanted him to go even further, testing your boundaries.

“Stay over tonight,” you said, laying your head back against the headrest, turning to look at him. “Stay with me,” you told him again, relaxing your expression into one of seriousness. “Please,” you added, placing your opened palm on the center console, waiting for his answer.

“How’d you feel coming over to my place?” He asked you. “Since we’re still parked in your driveway,” he grinned, looking outside and then back at you. “No pressure, of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” You agreed. “Still up for snacks?” You asked him.

“Nah, not really. It was all a ploy to get you here with me,” he grinned.

“You know you could have just asked to hang out like a normal person.” You told him with an enthused expression.

“What would be the fun in that, though? I like to keep you on your toes.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the door handle. “Give me five minutes to grab some things,” you told him. The smile that you got in return from him filled you with eagerness and excitement. You practically skipped up the stairs inside your house to pack an overnight bag, a smile embedded in your expression the entire time.

***

It’s interesting how ceiling fans always become one of the most cliché details in sad, miserable stories, Jake thought, repetitively tossing one of Danny’s GVF golf balls in the air. He had spent most of the evening lying in place, still dressed in the clothes he wore earlier that day. As he lay, his mind wandered to the image of you and Danny kissing at your house. Once he let himself reimagine it, he’d inserted himself into your arms, imagining if it was him kissing you, him laughing with you, and him sharing his feelings with you. He’d fucked it all up so severely that it was too late to go back now. If he wanted you, he’d have to make a mess, and though Jake hadn’t been one to start drama, losing you wasn’t something he was willing to do.

“Are you gonna get up and actually do something?” Josh asked, stepping into the room, turning on the light.

“Ugh!” Jake groaned, rolling over in bed. “Why the fuck are you in my house?” He asked.

“Because you won’t answer my texts and calls, and quite frankly, it hurt my feelings,” Josh said mostly out of sarcasm. “What’s the problem?”

Jake looked over at his brother, considering if he had the energy to pour out his heart to Josh. Instead, he sighed and looked back up at the spinning fan and continued to toss the ball into the air.

“Come on,” Josh said. “I can only handle so much brooding before I begin to get jealous from you stealing the limelight.” Jake scoffed with a small grin.

“You’re an asshat,” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Tell me what’s going on. I know who it’s about, at least,” Josh admitted.

“What do you mean?” Jake said, catching the ball one last time, turning to face his brother.

“Oh give me a break,” Josh said, coming to sit in the deep papasan chair in Jake’s room, leaning back in it and folding his legs underneath his body. “It’s Y/n. Everyone knows, Jake.”

“What exactly do they know?” Jake said, reaching his hand back with the ball, spurring Josh to open his hands in preparation to catch the ball. Carefully they tossed it back and forth as they spoke.

“That you’re an idiot,” Josh began. “Why did you tell her you didn’t have feelings for her? Like, what kind of bullshit was that?” He continued. “You and I both know you’ve been crazy about her since you met her.”

Jake caught the ball and sighed deeply before tossing it back. “I don’t know. I panicked in the moment,” he said. “Nothing ever ends well for me. She’s my best friend. Everyone says don’t fall in love with your best friend, and when she told me she had feelings for me, I just wanted to run away, I–” He shook his head, fumbling for the ball and missing it, watching as it hit the wall with a loud thwack.

“Shit,” He said, inspecting the wall for damage.

“Come in the kitchen for shots,” Josh suggested. “I’ll steal your casamigos,” he grinned. “Let’s talk.”

“I don’t feel like talking,” Jake argued.

“Well, that’s what you’ve been doing, Jackass. Now get off your ass and talk to me, or I’ll become your worst nightmare.”

“You’ve been that way since we were born,” Jake grinned slightly, rolling off of his bed.

“And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, either,” Josh finished. “Come on.”

***

“Got everything you need?” Danny asked as you placed your bag on the floor board. He reached his hand over to squeeze your thigh. You nodded with a gentle smile.

“I think so,” You said, buckling your seatbelt, and offering Danny a gentle smile.

“Still feel like coming over?” He asked you. “No pressure.”

“Danny, I promise. I want to,” you assured him, reaching over and kissing him on the lips. “I want to stay with you.”

“Okay,” he said in a low murmur, grinning softly. “Okay.”

The drive to his house was quiet, but content, his right hand clasped with yours as you rested it on your thigh. You looked out at the night lights as Danny’s music played softly through the car. Danny lived on the other side of town, but much closer to downtown than you’d remembered. Since the boys moved to Nashville, you hadn’t really spent time at his house. Usually, band meetings, rehearsals and get-togethers would take place at Jake’s or Josh’s depending on who was feeling like hosting at the time. Coming here to Danny’s felt like an exciting new adventure.

“You’re quiet over there,” he said after a while, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh, I was just thinking,” You told him, squeezing his hand and offering him a small smile.

“Everything alright?” He asked, stealing quick glances at you.

“Yeah, It’s just–I can’t remember when I was at your house last. I don’t know if I’ve even been inside,” you said honestly.

“Well, I can guarantee you, it looks just like a house on the inside,” He winked at you. “I’ve got a couch, a fridge–ooh and even a bed, if that surprises you,” he winked, turning into his neighborhood.

“You better watch it,” You told him. “I’ll start holding it against you,” you grinned. “And you don’t want me to do that.”

“I don’t?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly would my punishment entail?” Danny asked.

“I’ll spank you,” you warned him, narrowing your eyes with determination.

“You’re gonna spank me?” He asked through a chuckle, pulling into his driveway.

“Don’t tempt me, Wagner. Your height, stature and masculinity means nothing to me.”

“Be careful what you say in tight spaces, sweetheart.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Because you just might get more than you bargained for.”

“Is that a challenge?” You asked, reaching for the door handle.

“It’s a promise,” he said, stepping out of his car and coming around to you, swiftly reaching up underneath you, pulling you upward.

“Danny!” You practically squealed.

“Up you go!” He said playfully, letting you dangle over his shoulder. Figuring you needed to even the score, you reached back and slapped his ass as hard as you could as he marched up his driveway.

“Ow!” he yelped, stepping up to his porch.

“And eye for an eye!” You told him with a chuckle.

After the playful moment, he carefully swung you back down on your feet and reached for his keys in his pocket, unlocking the door, and opening it for you. “Come on in,” he said, letting you walk past him into the dimly lit foyer of the house. It was decorated with modern taste, with beautiful wood floors installed throughout the entire house. It was an open concept, breathing life into the space, with thoughtful decorations that were most definitely hand picked by Danny throughout the time of being in Nashville.

In the corner, you saw his golf bag, the clubs sticking out of it at different angles, like he had recently played.

“I should take you some time,” he grinned, following your gaze. “I’d love to see your form,” He said. “Think you could keep up?”

“No, I’d be absolutely awful at it,” you admitted, looking up at him. “But, you know what I would be really good at?”

“Mm, what’s that?” He asked.

“I’d be wonderful at sitting on the golf cart, giving you a big ol’ clap when you make a good shot, and then handing you a fresh beer every now and then.”

“That’s because you’re dependable, sweetheart,” He said, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. The flirtatious conversation had left you fighting a swarm of butterflies, the pet names making your heart practically swell in your chest.

“Are we gonna spend the entire evening doing this?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up with playfulness.

“Doing what?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen and reaching into his refrigerator for a cold bottle of wine. You watched his arms muscles flex as he reached up into the cabinets to retrieve two wine glasses.

“Flirting with me constantly with no end in sight?” You asked, stepping toward him.

“Is it a crime to flirt with a beautiful woman?” He asked, pouring a glass of wine.

“It is when it drives me fucking crazy,” you said matter of factly, watching as he casually shook the curls from his head.

“Well in that case,” he said, setting down the full glass, pushing it back on the counter. “Let me make it worse,” he said as he took the last step forward, his hands finding their way to your hips. His face hovering just above yours, and his eyes floated over the curve of your lips, his nose resting perfectly alongside yours. “How about now?” He asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I think you should kiss me, Danny Wagner,” you told him. “Now.”

“I like it when you get annoyed with me. This is new,” he grinned. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips on yours and delivered a delicate kiss, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more of him. You pressed yourself firmly against him, feeling him reciprocate with stronger urgency, his lips folding in time with yours as you inhaled his scent, knotting your fingers into his curls and tugging. He groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving downward to grab at your ass as he turned around with you, walking you back against the counter. You felt his hot breath expel against your skin, his slick lips beginning to wander from your mouth, down to the hollow of your neck. He took your earlobe in between his teeth and pressed down, pulling away just enough to elicit a soft hiss from you. He chuckled sexily, his curls tickling your face as he leaned into the crook of your neck, touching his lips to what he thought was the perfect spot. You felt his teeth, then felt the vacuum from him sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey for the next day. “So everyone knows that you belong to someone. To me.” It was bliss to be wrapped up with Danny, and he ensured that you’d feel like the only woman he could see. You felt the small welt pulse

“Danny, take me to bed,” you whispered as he kissed you.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away from you to look into your eyes.

“Let’s just lay together,” you decided to say, knowing you most definitely wanted more, but not sure if it was the right moment or not.

“Okay,” he said gently with a smile, reaching for your hand. You walked through the house as he led you to his bedroom, having completely forgotten about the wine. He would need no liquid courage tonight. He was already becoming drunk off of you.

***

“Show me your favorites,” Danny asked in bed with you cuddling him, your head resting on his chest. He’d been swiping through several of his Spotify playlists, playing snippets of several different songs, but never fully committing to playing the whole song through—you’d assume he’d tried to avoid the opportunity for awkwardness. It was amusing to you how he could be so effortlessly effervescent one moment, and then so reserved and bashful the next.

“Play me a full song that you love,” you redirected. “One that you know I won’t know,” you said, turning your head to look up at him. “I just wanna listen. Can be anything.” His fingertips paused.

“Alright,” he agreed softly, scrolling through his music before stopping at one song called ‘Mr. Forgettable,’ by David Kushner. You watched his thumb hover over the song, hesitating before swiping away.

“No wait,” you stopped him by touching his arm. “Play me that one.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, his tone rising lightly with hesitation. You watched as he pressed play, sitting the phone on his belly and laying back. In the low light of his bedroom, you closed your eyes and listened.

I know that you're waiting for me like a dog But have some patience for the part of me that's lost There's been a hundred times When I don't recognize Any of you that love me I try to memorize and identify But it's all getting foggy My head is in the clouds right now Just pray I come around, around Hello, hello, are you lonely? I'm sorry, it's just the chemicals Hello, hello, do you know me? I'm called Mr. Forgettable Mr. Forgettable

You listened quietly as you rested on his chest, finding it just so that his heart thumped to the beat of the song. Every now and then, you’d feel a vibration against your ear as he hummed his favorite parts. It was a sad song with a cheerful beat, which you found quite ironic considering its content. Once it was over, you let the silence linger for a few moments before tilting your head to look up at him.

“Do you feel like that?” You asked him softly, your throat aching. His eyes drifted from the phone screen to your eyes, then your lips and then back up again. He swallowed once.

“Sometimes,” he answered honestly.

“You feel like you’re forgettable?” You pushed further, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“It’s okay, really,” he said with a gentle smile, though he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “I’ve felt like that most of my life,” he sighed.

“Danny…” you started, watching as his cheeks pinkened with embarrassment. “You’ll never be forgettable to me.” You placed your hand on his chest and his eyes softened as he looked down at you, his lips pulling into a flat line as his expression grew more serious. “Let me prove to you that you’re becoming everything to me,” You said, lifting your hand to his cheek, watching as his eyes lowered to your mouth. You moved closer to him, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he rolled into you, kissing you tentatively at first, as if testing your boundaries. “It’s okay,” you whispered into the space between you.

Danny moved to press himself against you, his weight adding a welcome sense of comfort as his hands moved around your body, his fingertips pressing into your skin. “More,” you huffed against his lips. “I trust you.”

“You do?” He asked, pausing for just a moment.

“I want more of you, Danny. Please.” His hands move reflexively for the hem of your shirt, and you lifted your arms over your head as he pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side. His hand snaked up your bare skin, his fingertips dipping under the cup of your bra as he kissed you. You felt his touch as he moved his hand around your body, his teeth nipping and tugging at your bottom lip as his tongue danced expertly with yours. Slowly, he released his nervous and patient apprehension, gladly appeasing your request. You reached your hand down where he had paused, pulling his hand upward to hold your breast, guiding him with your hand on top of his. His grip tightened around your breast, his thumb grazing your swelling nipple, a soft, breathy chuckle escaping from his nose as he moved over the bud again, igniting a layer of goosebumps all over your body. Softly, you moaned into his mouth, reaching your hands down to cup his clothed cock, finally realizing how well-endowed he was. You walked your fingertips upward and unzipped his pants, nimbly unfastening the button closure with two fingers, reaching just inside and immediately felt the heat emanating from him.

Slowly, you walked your fingers down his lower belly and smoothed them over his bulge. His length hardened beneath your touch, and you could feel him tense and then release. You felt his grip tighten around your breast in response as he moved to flip you so that you were on top of him. Rising from him, you moved your hair out of the way to one side and lowered yourself back down, kissing him deeply. Closing your eyes, you intentionally ground your hips against his firm cock, feeling your own muscles begin to contract and release as they silently begged for his attention.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed through a sexy smirk, reaching up to unclasp your bra.

“I’ve said it before, Danny. I’m full of surprises,” you murmured under your breath, your tone heavy with desire. “I’m not always the innocent girl you think I am,” you told him.

“Then drag me to hell.” He let your bra slip off of your skin, falling onto his belly. He tossed it to the end of the bed before bringing his eyes up to your chest.

“Jesus,” he groaned again, and you smirked down at him, watching as his eyes widened for a moment before slipping into a lustful expression, his hands moving to squeeze them firmly in his hands, his thumbs moving instantly to rub over your nipples, biting at his bottom lip when they swelled to their full, aroused state.

“Like what you see?” You asked him, resting your hands on his sides.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/n. How could you not know how incredibly gorgeous you are?” He asked, moving his fingertips to smooth over your bare sides and belly.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you admitted. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Danny.”

“I’ve wanted you for years,” he added. “I have to admit,” he started, but paused.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ve imagined what it would be like to be with you,” he explained. You watched as his cheeks flushed.

“You have?” You asked him, beginning to grind your hips against him slowly as he spoke. You watched his expression shift slightly as you felt his cock press against your ass through his unzipped pants.

“So many times,” he admitted quietly, reaching his hands to your hips. He pulled you down further against himself, lifting his hips to grind against your ass.

“You’ve definitely been on my mind too,” you told him.

“Oh?” He asked.

“Mmhmm. Usually late at night when I can’t sleep,” you continued. “My thoughts wander…”

“And what do they come up with?” He asked, whispering his fingertips over your belly, making you shiver from his ghosting touch.

“Usually they’re thoughts of you,” you explained. “Naked.”

“And what exactly am I doing in these thoughts?” He asked, the corner of his mouth tilting with interest.

“You’re with me,” you answered, echoing his touch, walking your fingertips up his belly, taking note of the dark wisps of hair that adorned his chest. Not too much, not too little, just right. He was masculine, but sensitive and understanding, and that duality had the power to drive you absolutely insane.

“Why’s it so hard for you to say, Y/n?” Danny asked, bringing his hand down to meet yours, interlacing your fingers together. “What were we doing?” His confidence, though so understated and reserved before now settled into a presence that was simultaneously charming and incredibly sexy.

“We were—you know,” you responded sheepishly, looking up into his eyes.

“Fucking?” He asked quietly, his brown dilating with interest. You nodded yes, but the images in your mind were racing: you bouncing on his cock, your hair falling loose and wild over your breasts, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as he railed into you. “You’re imagining it right now, aren’t you?” He asked, his lips drawing upward in a crooked line.

You didn’t answer him. The heat in your face and averted gaze told him everything you needed to know. He chuckled softly, “look at me,” he commanded, and you did, turning your gaze downward. “I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined the same thing,” he admitted.

The space between you and him was thick with need and anticipation. “Danny…” you said after a moment. “Are we moving too fast?” You asked him.

“Do you think we are?” He turned the question around. “Listen,” he said gently. “ I’ve waited for you for over two years. I can wait as long as you need.” You smiled down at him, biting your bottom lip as you took notice of how sexy it felt to have a man so considerate and understanding as your own. Slowly, you moved off of his lap, laying down and cuddling against him, lying in the crook of his arm.

“I really, really like you Danny.

“And I really, really, really like you, Y/n,” he responded with a smirk, looking down at you as you tilted to look up at him.

You echoed his expression. “Kiss me,” you told him. With his free hand, he tilted your head upward by your chin and leaned slightly to place his supple lips on your own. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time as he kissed you. “Let’s slow things down a bit,” he said, smiling against your lips. “Hm?”

“Mmhmm,” you breathed against his kiss, lifting your hand to rest on his cheek, your fingertips dancing upon the curls that dance upon the curve of his ear. His tongue looped around yours, hot puffs of breath exchanging between your mouths. You kicked at the sheets and covers bunched around your legs, and wrapped one around Danny as you lay with him. In his arms, you felt infinitely beautiful, and more importantly, you felt important and valuable.

***

“Thank you,” you said after a long while.

“For what?” He chuckled softly.

“Just for being you. For being just…incredible,” you told him, feeling your pulse thumping through your chest. “For being my person.”

“You’re my person,” he said, taking your hand in his, kissing it. “And I have a question for you,” he continued.

“What is it?”

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down for a moment before he finally spoke. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly.

You paused for a moment, a bright smirk growing on your face. “Do you think you can handle me full-time?” You asked him expectantly.

“Honey, I crave it,” he told you. “All of you. Every day. The silly things, the important things…the happiest things and the saddest ones too. So yes, I think I can handle you. Should I ask you the same question?”

“Danny, you’re probably the lowest-maintenance man I’ve ever dated,” you explained with a soft grin. “You’re just so– easy.” you landed on the word, and it felt right because it was true. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about what you’re thinking or feeling. So yes, Danny. I think I can definitely handle you. I want you–full time,” you smirked.

***

You’d both let the evening settle, resting on Danny’s chest until, when it became too hot, you’d turned in the other direction, fluffing Danny’s pillows and settling yourself back to sleep. You’d been restless, tossing and turning in bed. It wasn’t Danny’s fault; ever since you were young, you were plagued with being a hot sleeper, ending up kicking off the tangle of sheets and covers toward the end of the bed. Once you’d fallen asleep, images of Danny filled your mind, just like they had before, of him touching you and making love to you after you’d given your body to him completely. In your drowsiness, you’d grown increasingly annoyed with the layer of sweat that had begun to stick to your body, pasting the bottom sheet to your underside. As you rolled around, you uttered sleepy ‘sorries’ to Danny, who moved sleepily to touch you and kiss you before turning over again. You drifted between dreams for the next few hours until you’d roused yourself fully awake again, unable to coax yourself back to sleep. Rubbing at your burning eyes, you rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, trying your best to not bother Danny asleep beside you. He lay fast asleep as you watched him for a moment, tiptoeing around the bed as you moved toward the door.

The house was dark, save for a small lamp in the living room and the recessed LEDs underneath the cabinets in the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, you searched for the glasses, finding one and stepping toward the fridge, using the water dispenser to fill up the cup. You moved to ice next, hoping that it wouldn’t create much noise, but you were so wrong. Several pieces of ice tumbled out, hitting the sides of your glass and knocking out of the freezer tumbling to the floor.

“Shit,” you said to yourself, bending to pick up the ice cubes, kicking the few strays that you couldn’t reach under the freezer, smiling to yourself while imagining Danny’s grin if you had confessed that you were one of those people.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You jolted, almost dropping your glass of water when you heard his voice. Turning around, you saw Danny stepping into the kitchen, his eyes heavy-lidded, dressed in nothing but thin, black boxers. God-fucking-damn, you thought to yourself, feeling your core activate with need. You squeezed your thighs closer together, clearing your throat.

“Oh,” you began. “Yeah, sorry. I got really hot and couldn’t sleep.” Danny stepped closer to you, his bare chest and shoulders illuminated in the low light as he stopped to lean against the counter beside you, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “Truth be told, I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“You’re such a liar,” you said with a grin. “You were gone when I got up. Didn’t even move.”

“That’s because I was pretending,” he grinned.

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him skeptically.

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted.

You could have cursed him for having such a sultry gaze in the moment, coming up with something smart or clever to say in response, but this time he had entranced you, moving you to silence. He watched you for a long moment as you swallowed and set down your glass of water.

“You okay?” He asked you.

“I’m fine,” you answered him, deciding in the moment that you wanted him in every meaning of the word. You stepped closer to him. “Danny.”

“Y/n.” He answered, his hands uncrossing to fall at your sides, caressing your hips as you stepped into his space. “I think,” you began, mustering the courage and honesty to finally say “I want you to take me to bed–and I don’t mean to sleep.”

He paused for a moment, raising his eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” you answered, reaching down for his hands. “Please. I want to know every part of you,” you alluded. “Take me to bed, Danny.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly, leaning forward to place one delicate, but tender kiss on your lips. Squatting slightly, his hands moved behind you, reaching behind your knees to hike you up easily, carrying you silently through the house and into his bedroom. With your arms around him, you felt safe and secure. The moment filled you with excitement and nervousness too, and you no longer felt the insecurities from earlier in the evening. As he moved with you through the threshold of the bedroom, Danny skillfully swung the door shut with his foot and stepped toward the end of the bed where the covers lay unkempt and tangled. Holding you securely with one hand, he pulled the sheets and comforter off of the bed, letting it fall to the floor. Gently, he leaned forward and laid you on your back, staying close for a moment. “If at any time,” he murmured gently, “you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, you tell me, okay?” You watched as his gaze swept between your eyes, waiting for you to respond. “It’s just us, together. I want it to be perfect,” he explained, bringing his thumb upward to caress your cheek.

“Me too,” you nodded. “Danny please,” you continued. You appreciated how sweet he was, but the heat and stimulation in between your thighs was starting to become unbearable.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a flirtatious wink before lowering off of you, reaching underneath your oversized sleep shirt to pull at the waistband of your panties, rolling them down off of you. You watched as his head lowered, and his dark curls swept over your lower belly, tickling your skin. Gently, he placed a soft, velvety kiss on the lines from the waistband that had dug impressions into your skin. Glancing up at you through dark lashes with an eager grin, he rolled your underwear down further, exposing your last vestige of privacy–and yet, beneath his heavy gaze, you felt inexplicably radiant. He looked at you like exquisite, cherished art–like something to behold and to protect–or like how a well-learned sculptor gazes at a monolithe of marble, his mind chipping away the extra pieces to reveal the masterpiece beneath it all.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you smiled down at him.

“Of what?” He asked.

“The way you look at me.”

He smiled gently, the apples of his cheeks rising. His arms moved to hook around your legs as he repositioned you, spreading them slightly so he could place more soft kisses on your tender, warm skin.

“Danny,” you half-whined, feeling restless as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses.

“I will,” he answered, predicting your thoughts. “It may be three A.M., but I’m perfectly fine with taking my time with you.” With that, he shut you up and you laid back tossing your hair around you as you watched him take charge below.

“Just relax,” he told you, adjusting himself between your legs one last time before unhooking one of his hands from around you to part your folds. You should have been embarrassed by the mess you’d already made. You should have fought to keep your legs closed so that he didn’t see how wet you were, but you didn’t. You lifted your head slightly to watch him, his eyes brightening with lust as he saw your open pussy for the first time. “Oh my God,” he murmured almost inaudibly, sliding his thumb into your slick, applying soft pressure to your skin as he touched you for the first time. You felt yourself humming softly, perhaps to break the slight awkwardness you felt, but you stopped as soon as he moved to your clit, pressing the meat of his thumb over the rise, puffing a soft chuckle through his nose in response to your body’s reaction. His fingers had to have been dripping from how turned on he’d made you, yet he made no mention of it. He was silent and focused as his fingers rubbed into you.

“Still good?” He asked you quietly, and you nodded down at him.

“More,” you huffed through a whisper, and you watched with great anticipation as he answered your request by ducking his head down, introducing the wet warmth of his tongue as he tasted you for the first time. You felt the gentle puffs of his breath against your thighs, adding to the heat against your skin. And there he was, all over you at once, his tongue lapping at your folds with learner’s curiosity as he traveled the expanse of your pussy, the flat of his tongue dragging along your most sensitive areas just once before moving elsewhere. “Fuck,” you murmured softly, bringing your hands to your breasts, squeezing them through the thin cotton of your tshirt. In response, Danny pressed his face firmly against you, the curvature of his nose pressing into your skin, igniting even more pleasure. Moments later, he began to shake his head back and forth, creating a feeling of undulation against your swollen clit. “Fuck me–oh my god, Danny,” you groaned, reaching down to take a fistful of his hair, pulling him against you and then away when you became overstimulated. Coming up for air with a heavy gasp, you caught a glimpse of his face in the low light of the room, pinkened with exertion and friction. “Come here,” you commanded breathlessly.

He rose from in between your legs and laid down on top of you, dropping one of his hands back down to your pussy as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips and tongue laced with your own taste. The kiss was fiery and passionate, his lips pressing and pulling at your own as you moaned in response to the movement of his fingers. His face was slick, both with your slick and his perspiration. You could feel his hardness against your belly, your core thumping with anticipation for what was to come.

“Let’s get this thing off of you,” he grinned, pulling away to tug at the hem of your shirt, lifting his body long enough to slip it off over your head and toss it in the room. He returned to your naked body, his hands smoothing over your breasts and erect nipples. As if he couldn’t resist, he lowered his head, lolling his tongue in loose, wet circles around each swollen bud, suckling and pulling on them. You lifted your hands to his bare shoulders, running your fingertips over the expanse of his back. His skin was so soft, yet his muscles so incredibly strong.

“Please,” you groaned louder, lifting his face with your hands. “Danny please,” you looked into his deep, chocolate eyes.

“Please what?” He had the nerve to tease, his breath wisping against your face. “Please what, Y/n?” He asked, his tone looping sugar-sweet into your ears.

“Please–fuck me,” you finally begged, telling him the words he wanted to hear. “I need you inside of me, now. I need you–” he placed his pointer finger against your lips.

“You won’t ever have to beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, pulling stray pieces of hair from your face and setting them to the side. In the darkness of the room, his features were cast in a natural blue hue, the sharp lines of his face exaggerated in the contrasting, dark shadows of the evening. He began to move, placing more kisses on each breast, down your sternum and belly before moving off of you. “Do you want to take these off?” Danny asked quietly, standing from the bed. As you sat up, you saw how obvious his erection had become through the crotch of his boxers.

“Do I turn you on, Danny?” You asked him, looking up from below. He didn’t respond, only gazed down at you with an intensity that needed no further explanation. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, you rolled them down slowly, taking notice of his prominent happy trail, which led lower and lower as you revealed more of him. Exhilaration rippled over your body as his skin grew paler, another sign of private vanity that you were becoming introduced to. Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing inch by inch his length, springing free. You let his underwear drop to the ground and let him step out of them, kicking them to the side. Taking his cock in your hand, you felt his incredible warmth as you began to stroke it slowly. He heaved a relieved sigh, blood rushing downward as he swelled to full erectness.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he murmured. “But this is so much better,” he chuckled softly. You grinned up at him and began to move faster, stroking up and down along the length of his cock, enjoying when he tilted his hips forward in response, silently asking for more. He didn’t indulge, though. “Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, taking his cock in his own hand, backing away from you. “Lay down, sweetheart.”

You moved toward the end of the bed, resuming a similar position as before, and waited for him to take over. You felt the mattress depress gently as he crawled onto the bed, his hands lifting to spread your legs once more. Reaching up over your head, he grabbed a pillow. “Lift up,” he said gently, and when you did, he slid a pillow under your head.

“You’re literally perfect,” you chuckled. He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Far from it,” he admitted. “But I wanted this to be,” he finished. Somehow he always knew what to say that would send you further into arousal. He parted your legs again and walked on his knees as he positioned himself just in front of your heat. You looped one of your legs around him as he stroked himself firm once more before guiding his hips forward, pressing his pink tip against your pussy with his tumblr, sliding his length against your clit by rocking his hips slowly back and forth. His hardness felt incredible, stimulating your body to respond by lurching your hips upward in an effort to take more pleasure from him. He did this for a few more passes before pausing to collect your wetness on the tip of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked in a quiet, sultry tone.

You nodded quickly, widening your legs. “Yes, Danny please.” Placing his right hand on the mattress at your side to ground himself, he used his dominant hand to guide himself into your entrance, pressing his hips forward to penetrate you for the first time. You gasped quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as your brows furrowed from the slight discomfort of adjusting to his girth. “Fuck,” he uttered, shaking the messy curls out of his face, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You squeezed your core muscles on him, beginning to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up and stretching you further.

“Come here,” you murmured, reaching for his arms to pull him down. His face had slackened, his features working through a variety of sensations. He moved lower, snaking his arms underneath you as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, rocking his hips back and forth as he slid deeper inside. His breath was heavy, expelling into your open mouth as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands reached for his shoulders, squeezing them before smoothing down his back. You pressed your fingertips into his skin, mimicking the rhythm he’d assumed before. Though the sensations felt wonderful, you needed him to go faster. “Faster,” you whispered. He looked down at you unblinking as he repositioned himself for a moment before quickening his pace, your breasts bouncing freely as your body popped off of his thighs. After a moment, he walked himself off of you and sat up, taking hold of your hips. With this angle, he’d have the leverage to give you exactly what you had asked for. Using your weight, he pulled your hips forward and popped himself forward, jutting his cock deep inside of you, causing a breathless moan to escape from your lips, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as your body ignited inside and out. “Oh my God,” you groaned deeply, taking hold of your breasts and squeezing them while he continued to buck himself into you, listening to the rhythmic clap of your thighs making contact over and over.

“Better than I could have ever,” he breathed, reaching up to wipe at his sweaty face, “ever imagined.” His smile was infectious, his gaze fully attentive and loving. You reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing his cheek in the darkness. He tilted his head to kiss your palm, walking his hand down in between your thighs, fingering your clit. “Oh–shit!” you practically shouted, arching your back off of the bed, squeezing as tightly as you could on his cock. “Danny!”

His slammed himself into you in response to your moans, hot beads of sweat rolling down his face, nose and down his chest. “You’re perfect, Y/n,” he mewled, reaching forward to squeeze your breast. “Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect fucking pussy,” he grunted, tweaking and pulling on your nipple as he slowed his thrust momentarily, backing himself almost all the way out of you before letting his weight send him back forward again, filling you up completely. “I feel you all around me, baby,” he said in a low, lustful tone. You responded by tensing around him once more, getting closer and closer to climax with each successive thrust.

“Danny, I’m getting close–” you told him, your voice rising higher and higher, heavy with exertion.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he responded. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. He pulled you upward and wrapped his arms around you so that you were now in his lap with your legs wrapped around him. “I want you to bounce,” he explained. “And I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he whispered into the curve of your ear. “Don’t be afraid to lose control. I’m here with you. We’re together, just like we should be.” His skin stuck to yours as you began to move. In any other circumstance you would have been miserable being this hot, but in this case, you welcomed it, wanting to be covered in Danny in any and every way imaginable. You wanted to be his in word and in action. As you worked on his cock, his hands moved to your ass, kneading and spreading it as he pulled you flush against his cock, his entire length buried deep inside of you. Disembodied moans and grunts escaped from your throat as your muscles trembled around him. You threw your hands around him, your fingertips combing through his dark ringlets, tugging at them, while your other hand moved along the expanse of his back, your fingers digging carelessly into his perfect skin.

He hissed in reaction, tilting his head downward to see if he could find the hickey he had left earlier in the evening. When he couldn’t find it in the darkness, he decided he didn’t care to leave only one. He sucked harshly into your skin, his teeth nipping and pulling as he fucked himself up into you, the room thickening with the entrancing odor of sex.

“Ah!” you yelped loudly, throwing your head upward. He took the narrow, well-timed moment to strike his cock into you as deep as he could. Before you could control yourself, a blast of white light fielded your vision, pulling you upright in a rigid stasis, your floor muscles tightening around him as firmly as you could. Your body quivered intensely as you seized for several silent, agonizing seconds. His arms pulled around you as he left himself anchored inside of you, his hips swinging slowly back and forth. His length pushed against the furthest boundary between ecstasy and agony, sending your hips whipping forward unconsciously. He was rock-hard inside of you, though you could hear him breathing erratically against you.

“Let go, Y/n. Let go completely,” he urged you, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you. “I’m not afraid of messes,” he said casually. “We’ll handle it later in the shower,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “So, let go.” You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting him slowly begin to fuck into you again. This time, he strokes were excruciatingly slow, unsheathing himself almost completely before sending himself forward. “Do it again. Cum with me,” he spoke after a few moments, his voice shifting into one of more urgency. “Let’s cum together.”

You nodded quickly. “Fuck me hard, Danny. Please.” Your whimpers filled the quiet room, and he obeyed immediately, lifting you up by your hips and slamming you back down on his cock as he used what little leverage he had to pop himself up into you.

“Squeeze,” he ordered, firmly slapping your ass. You moaned from the sharp pain, but sank further into ecstasy as you followed his command, tightening your core muscles around his length and resisted from letting go.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “That’s fucking perfect,” he grunted. “I’m so close,” he told you. You nodded and moved with him. But decided to change positions slightly, pushing on his chest.

“Lay back,” you told him, and he did, letting go of you. He laid back against the bed, and rested with his hands behind his head. Holding on to his sides, you moved to rest on your knees, undulating your hips against his, swiveling them and dragging yourself up and down against his length.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned, watching you as you worked on him, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation swelling in your core. You would have grinned down at him, but your body reserved all resources to focus on the frenzy that claimed your body.

“Danny,” you moaned his name, pressing down on his belly as you ground your hips against him.

“I know, baby,” he spoke. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. You lay on top of him, prepared to continue your movement, but he gave one last direction. “Squat on my cock, and lay your head on my shoulder.”

“I’m not that flexible,” you told him in the moment.

“Just trust me,” he said, moving his hands to your sides, bending your legs. You moved to appease his request, situating yourself into a squat, and then laid your upper body back down, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew that your thighs would burn as a consequence, but he felt so good that it was all worth it. Before you could question further, Danny used the spring of the mattress and his strong hands on your hips to drive his cock into you as quickly as possible, gaining more depth with the open space between himself and your opening. “Take it,” he grunted. “Take all of it.” His voice was clipped, heavy with exhaustion, and you knew he was close. Your inner thighs quivered from the proximity of the incoming orgasm.

Your jaw fell slack, opening as you began to let yourself finally lose control again. Danny’s face was streaked with perspiration as he began to lapse in momentum. “I’m close–” he blurted after a few moments. “I’m gonna cum,” he said again, increasing his pace. You squeezed and squeezed harder, unsure if you were going to be able to reach orgasm again. In the last moment of insecurity, your body got you there, sending heat exploding through your body. “I’m gonna–” he repeated again and again like a vigil before finally, himself, letting go, moaning loudly and hissing through his teeth as the same agonizing pleasure ripped through his own body. You lowered yourself to him as your core exploded, and pressed your body to his, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he pumped his hot seed into you, his hot breath looping around your ears and down your neck as you tensed around him for the last few times.

You lay there with him, your chests heaving simultaneously. He kissed you deeply, his tongue folding softly with yours as he held you, still mounted inside of you. After a moment, you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. You couldn’t help the grin that grew at the corners of your lips. A belly laugh escaped your mouth as you laid back down beside him.

“What?” He asked with a smirk, rolling on his side.

“That was fucking incredible,” you admitted. “I never realized that when people talked about witching hour, they meant this…” you grinned, plopping against the pillows.

“Witching hour doesn’t exist. Those moans everyone talks about? Those aren’t witches. They’re people fucking,” Danny grinned, his white teeth glowing in the darkness.

“Agh, shut up!” You laughed, reaching for a pillow and slamming it into him.

“I’m just telling the truth!” he teased, stealing the pillow.

Stepping off of the bed, he reached his hand downward silently toward you. You looked at it then back up at him.

“What?” You asked.

“Let me take care of you. Properly,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “You deserve to go to bed squeaky clean and comfy.”

You smiled, reaching to take his hand, except you pulled him back down to bed. “No,” you answered decisively. “I don’t want to wash you off,” you admitted, looking him in the eye. “I want to feel like this, to smell like you, to be full of you,” you told him. “So come to bed.”

You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rising and falling before he finally answered. “Gladly.”

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PSUEDO ECHO - DELTARUNE - AND FUNKY TOWN

PART 1 - ESTABLISHING FUNKY TOWN

Any good theory has an in, and this theory's "IN" is this song, and a single story from Toby Fox. And all it does really, is establish that he knows about Funky Town. But stick with me, please.

Toby Fox knows about Funky Town, and it's a Crayon that isn't real. Funky Town is associated with things that aren't real in Toby's mind, right?

Toby gave us a sneak peak at this song in the Deltarune OST. "My Funky Town". Okay, so there's a connection here. This obviously plays in castle town, right? And castle town isn't real, making it like the Funky Town crayon. But this isn't just a little fun reference to the song. Chapter 2 was based on Funky Town. Let's look at the song on wikipedia.

Okay, something happening in 1997 doesn't necessarily mean anything, but this isn't just 1997, it's being in the top ten in 1997, which is a more concrete reference to the line about Spamton being the number 1 rated salesman in 1997. Okay. Cool. And this is one of the first things in the song's Wikipedia page, so maybe Toby was reading wikipedia for stuff to reference, and he saw this. Maybe. Anything else?

Huh.

The members of the band wanted to move to the (Bigger) city. I mean, the song talks about it, talks about it, talks about it. Talks about- Talks about- Talks about moving! (I'm listening to the song right now sorry i mean it's a really good song) Who else would talk about moving?

Noelle's relationship with Dess IS Funky Town.

Beyond the general vibes of the song matching with Cyber World, that's all we can really get from the song for now. Say, what else has Lipps Inc done? They made the song, maybe Tricky Tony gave some of their other songs a listen, huh? Maybe they have lyrics that could give us some insight into Toby's inspirations?

PART 2 - LIPPS INC AND THE STRANGE CASE OF A BUNCH OF PHONES

Lets go song by song and analyze their lyrics for Deltarune Deltaclues and see if there's anything we might connect back to Deltarune. We can start with the first album, Mouth to Mouth, released in 1979. After Funkytown, we have the song All Night Dancing.

We can get alot out of just the Pre-Chorus. >You step into the lights, it'll take you to new heights

Spamton talks ALOT about lights and heights, reaching to the skies, the heavens, getting in the spot-light, getting burned by the spotlight (I remember hearing in Japanese he talks about seeing some sort of holy light that burned him? If someone could confirm or deny this, that'd be lovely), etc. But there's more.

>Fantasize that you're the greatest.

Spamton does this ALL THE TIME. But that's not all. Of course not. You know and I know that this is the general idea of a Dark World. The ability to fantasize about being the greatest. Hell, this lines up pretty well with how Noelle views the dark world. She's 'Dancing' with Susie in this fantasy. Not literally dancing, but doing something that fulfills the same sorta romantic connotation yknow.

Now these next lyrics are from the extended version in the 1997 Funkyworld album, but Genius still lists them as lyrics for the Mouth to Mouth version of the song so. Whatever that's not important. Here's our first reference to Phone.

MOTHERFUCKER WILL YOU BE THERE BESIDE YOUR PHONE? Self explanatory. Phone. PHONE. The singer wants to know if you'll be there to answer the phone. Spamton. That's spamton motherfucker. It was always kind of weird, why does Spamton, an internetguy, have a phone? Why did Toby give him a phone instead of saying Gaster sent him an email- considering spamton's the Email guy? The phone idea came from here, and this isn't going to be the last Phone mention.

Okay, next song! Rock It is kind of just more romance stuff that isn't too specific so we can skip it, it again talks about going all night and going to "into space to another place" but i think if i read too much into that i'll look insane so our next song is Power.

First thing's first.

Snowgrave is all about power. This next song seems... very very promising.

This song though seems to be all about Spamton, not Noelle. Sorry lesbians!

So this guy, the subject of the song, he's a big shot, he's got an audience, okay, that's vaguely spamtonny.

The phrase "Powerful people" evokes capitalistic imagery, oligarchs and shit. Not someone literally strong, but influential. A real big-shot, if you will. The "Force filled with fire" fits Spamton's dialogue as Neo about Firepower, and the "Gets them movin' in their shoes" line matches up with the Addisons selling shoes.

Why do the Addisons sell shoes? What did Toby mean by this? Is he a foot fetishist? Nah, it's because of Lipps Inc. Shoes will come up again. I mean, shoes aren't typically associated with online advertising or scams, right? You think old-internet scams and you think weird pills and get-rich quick schemes, not shoes. Shoes came from somewhere. HERE. That's why i mention shoes now, even if THIS mention is minor, I want to establish this trend so i can call back to it later. The Addison shoes thing is bizarre and Lipps Inc explains it.

Oh, Verse 3 seems to establish some very bad things about this powerful person. He takes your body, he takes your soul. Concepts Spamton and Kris are all too familiar with. Maybe Toby made Gaster fit the Powerful Person role in Spamton's arc, which was inspired by Lipps Inc, hence why Spamton's a puppet (He's a puppet, without control of his body), and then Spamton fits the Powerful Person role in Chapter 2 with Kris's arc, where Spamton tries to become god and steal Kris's soul.

Okay, that's album 1 done! onto Pucker Up, from 1980! Okay so first off.

Pucker up, buddy.

Okay so second off

This album art is interesting. The yellow and pink is obviously an element of note, but the concept here, the plug face, is more overtly a connection to Werewire.

I mean, come onnnn. If this is a coincidence, then God must REALLY love making people accidentally reference disco.

Anyways first song

"How long did it take her to smile?" I mean. Maybe Toby was referencing this song. But that's a stretch even for me.

Okay i mean, this is vague enough for me to think it could be about anything. Maybe Toby only looked at the How long title and only integrated that into the ARG and just left this song alone. Maybe he took it and decided "Hm maybe Noelle is suspicious of Kris's weird behavior shift?" i dunno. Next song.

We can skip Tight Pair because that song also isn't relevant to deltarune besides maybe being about Shoes.

And now, the smoking gun!

THIS FUCKING SONG.

No one ever replied to Spamton, until he got a call on his TELEPHONE.

Someone out of the past? Gaster doesn't exist. He's not fucking real, not anymore. He's someone out of the past. And we know he and Spamton's relationship ended. And Spamton needs some generosity after, because he's tired of losing. TOBY. TOBY YOU FUCKER.

More more more. Not everything aligns with Spamton's backstory, but the connections are there. "No one calls my number. No one knows where I go" etc etc. Not everything has to be exact for this to have been an inspiration.

More phone stuff. "Hanging around" "Pick myself off the ground" this could be another source of making Spamton a puppet (unlike the non-puppet addisons.) The "Searching for names, now" thing ISN'T just spamton though, right?

Spamton is arguably more of a Noelle parallel than a Kris parallel, both being associated with glitches and bugs, both looking for somebody they lost, both have some connection to fear and themes of losing control and trying to regain control (Snowgrave is Noelle taking more agency and control THROUGH giving Kris control. Spamton did the same with Gaster, no? Gaster and the Player share a role in this analogy as well, right?) Anyways. Searching for names. Spamton was doing that for Noelle.

God. Anyways. That song man, it's just so Spamton it's fucking weird for it NOT to have been something Toby saw when making the character, right? Anyways ANYWAYS moving on.

Uhhh maybe The Gossip Song is about the rumors about Susie? Addison thinking Noelle is dating Kris but Kris not talking about how their relationship is? Maybe? Skip. I'm not gonna force that.

NEXT SONG: There They Are

These kids meet, and spend alot of time together, the time seems to pass faster. They vow not to part, and they explore, going DOOR TO DOOR. DARK WORLDS. ARE BEHIND DOORS.

Maybe this is Spamton? Noelle? The whole wanting to fly thing fits both, but thinking the world is jealous... actually doesn't just fit Spamton. That's how Berdley thinks of himself and Noelle.

At this point it's just scanning for keywords huh? I promise things get deeper than just me recognizing words but, i mean, King and Queen, Growing Strong, these are deltarune things. Love? Love making you strong? Levels making you strong? Ahhh i don't know maybe i'm just insane but. You see it too right?

Yeah yeah courage deltarune especially seems to have emphasized use of Courage as a synonym for determination probably because it feels less clinical which makes sense for the tone and worldbuilding yadayada NEXT SONG

the next song is an instrumental

NEXT ALBUM The next album, and song, is designer music. This whole song is very Addison-core.

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Just listen to it. None of the lyrics in particular jump out, but come on man.

Next song. We'll skip hold me down because aside from mentions of love over and over (and hyperlink blocked is probably love in my opinion) it's not relevant.

ICE MENTIONED, NOELLE SONG DETECTED Noelle is suspicious of Kris and also the two's friendship before Ch2 has been drifting apart iirc. Similar to the whole "what are you doing why aren't we as close lately" theme in this song. Also the singer's in denial a bit. Also the song is called "The One" Spamton talks about "THE BIG ONE". If woody theory can use THE BIG ONE as evidence so can i.

In snowgrave, berdly's like "noelle get the FUCK away from kris they're fucking weird" anyways thats this song analyzed. Everybody knows is next and

This is the same. All these songs about knowing something is up? And Noelle wants to figure out what's wrong with Kris? And Spamton assumes Kris is fucking Noelle?

FUCK only 30 images are allowed per post. Consider this part 1 then, part 2 will be another post!

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hopefulromances · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I love your writing so much!!

When I saw number 5 on your Drabbles list all I could think of was the team trying to figure out what’s going on with reader and Jamie and coming to the most wild conclusions like they did with Zava and Trent LMAO

AHH! This means so so much to me! Thank you!

I love this prompt so I hope you enjoy!

5. “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

Colin and Isaac peaked around the corner to stare down the hall as (Y/N) walked up the stairs. Surely she was going back and forth between offices, delievering messages and what not for Rebecca.

Since she'd come on the team as Rebecca's personal assistant, everything at Richmond had run smoother. (Y/N) was some kind of assistant extrodinare, memorizing Rebecca's needs in an instant and helping her to focus on the really important things.

She'd also fit right in with the Greyhounds. While her extreme A-Typer personality was intimidating at first but soon they warmed up to her and she softened for them.

But what was really getting the boys in a tizzle recently was her somewhat odd behavior around one certain Greyhound. Jamie Tartt always seemed to be missing right around the time that (Y/N) took her breaks, and during lunch, the both of them would disappear all together.

But the team was not one to back away from a mystery and made it their job to figure out exactly what was going on between the two of them. Right now, Colin and Isaac were on (Y/N) duty.

"What chu lookin' at?"

Jamie's voice from behind them caused Colin to jump, hitting his head on Isaac's chin. The two men cursed and grabbed their respective body parts.

"Fuck! Why'd you sneak up on us like that, bruv?" Isaac groaned, rubbing his chin.

"I didn't do nuthin'!" Jamie defended, walking over to sit in front of his locker. "It was you twos who were being weird."

Colin frowned as he rubbed his forehead, a red mark appearing right in the middle. "We weren't doing anything, were we Isaac?"

"Nope, nothin.'"

Jamie shrugged and whipped out his phone. Isaac looked down at Colin and nudged his head in Jamie's direction.

"So, Jamie!" Colin opened, standing up.

"Colin, I've told ya a million times, you don't need to keep askin me to use my lynx, just take it," Jamie dismissed, messing around with a filter on instagram.

"No, that's not- wait really?"

"Obviously."

Colin nodded, happy with this information. Isaac grunted, reminding Colin of the ask at hand. "Oh! I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today. Roy told us about this new Kebab place down the road."

"If it's got anything to do with that old fart, I'm not interested," Jamie responded, standing up to grab his fanny pack.

"Oh, so you have plans then?" Isaac interjected, his gaze burning into an oblivious Jamie.

"Uh, yah? Eat lunch?" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Get away from you, twats for five minutes."

"Where are you goin then?" Colin boxed Jamie in. Isaac on one side of Jamie, Colin on the other. Jamie frowned at him, before nudging him out of the way.

"None of your fucking business, is it boyo?"

With that, Jamie was off down the hallway, walking past the same stairs the (Y/N) had climbed just a few minutes prior. Isaac and Colin looked at each other for a second before racing off down the hallway. They reached the boot room where seemingly the rest of the team was waiting.

When they entered the room, they were bombarded with questions flying at them.

"What did you learn?"

"Are they getting lunch together?"

"What lynx does Jamie have now?"

Isaac let out a bark to silence the crowd.

"Jamie didn't take the Kebab bait!" Isaac grunted, crossing his arms. "But he also wouldn't tell us where he was going."

"AH! So (Y/N)/Jamie lives," Dani exclaimed, looking around in exctiement.

He was met with shouts of disapproval and outrage.

"There is NO way that (Y/N) and Jamie are together," Bumbercatch argued. "(Y/N) is just too serious for him."

"Exactly, that's why it's clear they are starting a side hustle!" Jan Maas stated, raising his hand. "We should look to support them in their endeavors."

Again, there was cries of outrage as the boys all shouted their theories of what was going on with the two.

"Jamie is looking for a surrogate!"

"(Y/N) is his long lost sister!"

"She was actually hired to be Jamie's nanny to make sure he doesn't get into anymore trouble."

The theories went on, each more outrageous than the last. Unbeknownst to them, unoticed in the corner was Will. He'd been in there the whole time. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

...

(Y/N)'s phone lit up in the cupholder between her and Jamie. Jamie was driving down the road, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. He had a hand on the wheel and the other was rubbing up and down her thigh gently.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed her phone, letting out a giggle as she read his message.

"'the boys are properly distracted, have a good lunch' smiley face'" She read out, leaning over to show Jamie the photo of the boys arguing.

Jamie chuckled, glancing down at the phone. "Idiots, they're all idiots."

(Y/N) planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek before leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, but so are you."

Jamie smiled, content at the though of being (Y/N)'s idiot.

Hope you enjoyed!

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only-lonely-stars · 10 months ago

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The Best Gossip on the Planet!

Oneshot – (FFN) (AO3)

Summary:

Cat Grant had it! The best scoop she'd ever gotten, right on the roof of The Daily Planet! Or, Superman and Lois aren't the most careful when it comes to who sees them. One thing leads to another, and to another, and to an article in The Daily Planet.

This fic is inspired by artwork by @tsbdhdndj! Thanks for letting me write based on it! <3

It was undeniable! Simply preposterous to even begin to dispute this truth! This would be the story which made the fabulous Cat Grant a star journalist!

The story began that morning, when Cat heard one of her coworkers cry out that Superman had flown up to their building’s roof. Every time Superman showed up, juicy stories followed him! Cat wasted no time as she ran to the stairs, scaled the fifteen floors above her, and then tip-toed up to the access door. She planted herself there, listening intently for her favorite kind of news: gossip.

“Come on, Superman! We both know Lex is just a spineless coward. You can take him!”

“It’s not about whether I can take him in a fight. This is a problem of reputation.”

“That doesn’t mean anything! He’s just a bully. Who listens to bullies anyway?”

Cat pushed the door open gently, just wide enough to see through a crack.

Lois Lane and Superman were standing on the roof! And by standing, of course, she meant that he was floating a few inches off the ground and she was in his arms, too close for him to have just carried her up. No, he was holding her more intimately than that.

She’d caught them red-handed!

“Lois, I can’t just punch all my problems away. Plenty of people listen to him, that’s why Lexcorp even exists. I have to handle this the hard way.”

“But–”

“No buts! That’s not how this works, and you know it.”

Lois sighed heavily, laying her head down on his shoulder in an awfully familiar manner. “I wish it wasn’t so hard…”

Cat reached for her phone and snapped a picture through the crack in the door. The shutter gave a little click.

“I know– hold on.”

Superman moved faster than Cat could blink. He pulled open the door, Lois abandoned where they’d been just prior, and he was glaring at Cat. “Cat Grant. I should have expected you to be eavesdropping.”

“Cat?!” Lois shrieked. “Cat, stop, this isn’t what it looks like!”

She jumped on the opportunity. “Superman, please, elaborate on the situation here! Are you aware Ms. Lane is currently in a romantic relationship with Clark Kent, another of our journalists? How does it feel to be the side chick? Just how long has this been going on?”

Superman backed away, wide-eyed. “Woah, hold on! That’s not– it’s not–”

“I’m not cheating on Clark!” Lois cried. “It’s– this isn’t anything, purely professional!”

“Professional?” Cat whooped with laughter. “My dear, my dear! It didn’t look that way to me!”

“You’re wrong. It’s nothing weird like that.”

“Nothing weird? Why, this is exceptional! Superman, you must let me interview you!” She gave him a sly smile, enjoying how his eyes widened in either fear or hope. “To clear the air, of course.”

Superman cleared his throat, averting his gaze for a moment before he spoke to her directly. “Ma’am, I must insist that it’s none of the public’s business.”

“Oh, but the public–” Cat pointed at herself– “already knows that something is going on! Surely you’d like to get ahead of the rumor wheel.”

He considered her argument, and Cat knew that he would agree. She always knew.

When he glanced back at Lois for confirmation, Cat was certain she had her scoop, even though Lois was frantically trying to pantomime that he should stop. “...Fine. I’ll answer your questions.”

Cat whooped in victory. “Fabulous!”

She sprang forward and grabbed Superman’s hand, pulling unsuccessfully. “Come, come, you must want privacy!” He complied and walked with her, and Cat dragged him to the corner of the rooftop near the building’s AC units.

She spun to face him and held up her recorder. “First question. What do you think of Clark Kent?”

He blinked twice. “Uh… who is that…?”

“Lois Lane’s self-proclaimed boyfriend! He’s another reporter here at the Planet, and has written several articles about you.”

“Uh– oh, yeah, Mr. Kent! Of course I know him!” He laughed awkwardly. “Um, he’s fine. Just a regular guy, a good reporter. Nothing special about him!”

“Oho, nothing special?” Cat pressed her advantage. “So you think he’s mediocre? Is he not worthy of Lois?”

“What?! I mean– no, nobody’s worthy of anybody else. Ms. Grant, I don’t think about him at all!”

Another score! She tried a new angle, “And what about Lois? What drew your eye? Didn’t you once say your ‘ideal woman’ was a ‘tall surgeon?’ We both know Lois is nothing like that.”

Superman frowned. “Ma’am, I don’t think the events of a reality show have any bearing on real life.”

“So did you lie?”

“What? No, I don’t lie to people.”

“Come now, Supes. Everyone lies. That’s why I have a gossip column in the first place.” Cat smirked. “Now. What’s so special about Lois Lane to capture the eye of Metropolis’ most eligible bachelor?”

She knew she’d struck a chord when the superhero blushed. He paused, stammering and hemming and hawing.

“Well… she already said it's nothing like that.”

“Come on, Superman! That blush says you have eyes for her. Spill.”

He sputtered and blushed a deeper pink, giving some excuse before he finally answered. “Lois is certainly a special person. She’s brave and kind, and really has a heart for Metropolis. She thinks the people should know what’s happening in their city, and I… admire that.” He shook his head, gaining some composure. “Ms. Grant, I won’t go into what is not between us. Just know that Ms. Lane is a wonderful person. Nobody needs to be extraordinary to be valuable.”

Cat nodded, mentally noting how Superman seemed to grow more confident as he spoke about her– like Lois meant more to him than he was letting on, just as she’d expected. What a twist, to have a superhero vying with an average man for a date with a journalist! This was going to be one of her best articles so far.

“Of course, of course. One last question, Superman.” She leaned forward, holding his gaze. “What would you like to say to Clark Kent? You know he’ll read this article, so give him a message!”

Superman paused, thinking hard, and placed his fists on his hips in one of his most iconic poses. “Well, Ms. Grant. If I had one thing to say to Mr. Kent, I’d tell him to keep Lois close and treat her even better than she deserves. He’s a lucky man.”

Cat snickered. “Is that really everything? You won’t try to stake your claim?”

“Stake my claim?” He considered it again, and then grinned– a mischievious expression that Cat wished she could get a photographer to capture. “Oh, I see. Yes, please put in the article that while I won’t fight him, we both know Lois gets whatever– and whoever– she wants.”

The scoop was hers! Cat whooped in victory. “Of course, Superman! I’ll make sure it’s impossible to miss!”

Superman nodded, gave her a bland goodbye, and flew away. The rooftop was suddenly quite empty and still, with Lois having somehow escaped during her conversation, but Cat was triumphant anyway.

Now, to add the pièce de résistance!

—

“Oh, Claaaark!~” Cat sang as she walked down the halls of the Daily Planet, waving a piece of paper in the air. “Claaark, where are you!”

She opened the door to the newspaper morgue without knocking, just to find the very trio she wanted to find. Jimmy and Clark were bent over the table, looking over some documents, while Lois was pinning things to their ‘murder board’ at the back of the room.

All eyes fell on Cat.

She laughed. “Oh, perfect! Just who I wanted to find!”

Lois shrieked. “Nope! Nope, nope, nope! Get out of here, Cat!”

“No can do!” Cat barged in, delighting in the boys’ shocked expressions. Lois tried to push her out of the room, but Cat managed to close the door just in time to stay inside. “Come now, Lois, there’s no need for that! I just wanted to talk to you bunch.”

“Absolutely not!” Lois was red in the face now.

“You don’t even know what I wanted to say!”

“I have a pretty good idea! Clark, help me get her out of here!”

Clark looked between them with a bemused expression, smiling. “What’s going on here? Cat’s got just as much right as anyone to come in here, you know that Lois.”

“I swear, Smallville–”

“Clark!” Cat cheered and reached out to grab his hand. “Perfect, just the man I wanted!”

Clark blushed. “What?”

Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “What?!”

Cat laughed. “Oh stop that. Nothing of that sort, boys. I need to talk to Clark. An interview!”

Clark laughed nervously, sounding faint. “Um… you want to talk to me? Is this work-related?”

“Of course!” Cat pulled out her recorder and clicked it on. “Tell me, what do you think of Superman?”

He blinked, and blinked again. “What?”

“I said, what do you think of Superman? Come on, give me something to work with here! You know non-answers don’t work for articles!”

Clark stammered a little more, looking between all of the people in the room. He landed on Jimmy, who wiggled his eyebrows. “C’mon, buddy. Just tell her. It’s probably some human interest piece.”

He sighed. “All right. What are you looking for here, Cat?”

Here was the clincher. She leaned forward, winking. “Give me your full, honest opinion about him. Do you think he’s a good person? Is he handsome? Approachable? Honest?”

Clark laughed. “Honest? Of course he’s honest. Do you seriously think someone who spends their time helping everybody without asking a thing would be a bad person?” He rolled his eyes. “Please. I bet he’s the type to splurge on gifts for his mom, or… adopt a kitten in need of a home, just because it needs one. Metropolis is better off with him helping us.”

Cat nodded and jotted down a couple notes. He obviously thought highly of the superhero… was it highly enough to get a good reaction?

She pulled out her piece of paper and offered it to him. “Look at this and tell me what you think about it.”

Clark stared at it, with Jimmy and Lois coming up behind him. Lois was somehow even more red, as if she was about to combust. Jimmy looked at it, then at Cat, then back and forth between the two. The paper illustrated Superman and a blue sky background, as if flying through the air, with a superimposed candid of Lois from around the office pasted into his arms. It looked a bit like a sticker on top of a poster.

Jimmy looked unimpressed. “Uh… Cat, did you Photoshop this?”

Cat rolled her eyes in frustration. “Yes, but that’s not important. Give me feedback!”

“This looks like a fan comic.” He took it and looked it over, turning it this way and that. “And a bad one. Seriously, did you even try?”

“Of course I tried!” Cat snapped, grabbing it from him. “It’s called a visual aid, darling. Now–” She looked at Clark, who was looking between everyone else with an unreadable expression. “What? What is it?”

“...Cat, why did you Photoshop Lois and Superman together?”

The scoop was hers!

“Oh, well, I just wanted to know what you had to say about Lois and Superman secretly dating!”

Jimmy gasped. “What?! No way, you’re crazy!”

Lois looked like she could melt through the floor from sheer embarrassment. “Yeah… crazy…”

Clark gaped at Lois. “Lois? You’re kidding. Please, tell me you’re kidding.”

Lois glared at him and said nothing.

“Oh… oh, boy. Oh my gosh. What? I mean– I just– what?” Clark sputtered, making some meaningless noises, ruffling his hair and knocking his glasses askew. “You said he wasn’t going to be a problem!”

“Clark–”

“No, you said he was just a friend,” Clark continued, staring at her. “You’re telling me that you said you ‘didn’t want to be official right now,’ and then went off and started going on dates with Superman? Lois, that’s just cold!”

Something undefinable crossed between them. Cat pulled out her phone to snap a subtle picture– with flash, of course– as Lois turned on him.

“Well, you know what? He’s exciting. He’s a hero. Of course I said yes to going on a date with him!”

“And I’m not exciting? I’m not good enough for you?”

“You’re not Superman,” Lois accused.

“So?! I treated you like a queen! You met my parents, Lois! I’ve never brought anyone to meet them. How about when your apartment bathroom flooded and I helped you clean it up? Or when your dad came to my parents’ for Thanksgiving? Or–”

“You think you’re such a hero?!” Lois snapped, storming over to him and pointing her finger right in his face. “Then you go and be Superman. Go ahead, just try to save Metropolis the way he does every single day. Just try and be half the man he is.”

“He’s not even a man, he’s an alien!”

“Maybe I like aliens. Ever thought of that?!”

Cat couldn’t keep down her whooping laughter. It echoed through the morgue, stopping Lois and Clark in their tracks. The two turned on her in sync with matching angry expressions.

Lois raised her finger to point at Cat. “You. Stay out of this.”

“No.” Clark stepped forward, between Lois and Cat. “You know what? No. Cat, I know you’re gonna write an article on this, so I have a message for Superman that I want you to put in, word for word.”

Cat was giddy as she got out her notebook. “Please, tell me! I want all the details.”

Clark took her recorder and brought it up to his face, speaking slowly and clearly. His voice was low, dangerously low, and filled with brimming frustration. It was enough to rival the male leads in Cat’s romance novels!

(So she liked to read trashy romance. Sue her. Romance was the world’s largest book genre for a reason.)

“Superman, this is a message from Clark Kent. You might be a hero, and might save Metropolis from whatever comes to hurt its people, but you don’t get to take everything you want just because of that. If you want someone to date, go about it the normal way.”

His gaze slid to Lois. “If you really want to romance Lois so badly, first you have to take it up with me. I’m sure you know where I live, so… so… meet me on the roof and talk to me like a man. I won’t give up on Lois, not ever, so we’ll let Lois decide once and for all.”

Lois was watching him with wide eyes. Cat took back her recorder, smiling slyly as she put away her notebook. “Is that all?”

Clark smiled, then nodded slowly. “That’s all. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I think I need to have a little talk with Lois. Will you give us some space?”

Cat snickered. “But of course. Have fun, you two!”

She opened the door, and almost as an afterthought, grabbed Jimmy by his jacket collar. “Come along, Olson! We’ve got an article to write!”

“Hey, wait– let go of me!”

“Metropolis waits for no one!” Cat sang it out as she pulled the door closed behind her, slamming as she left. She pulled the struggling Jimmy down the hall to her cubicle, only letting him go when she dropped him at his own space. “Don’t go back in there, dear, they need their space.”

“But–”

“No, no buts! Trust me, you don’t want to see that.” She winked, enjoying how Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “They’re just fine with no one else there.”

Jimmy sputtered. “Wh– I– fine?”

“Good, good!”

Cat left him behind, sliding into her own cubicle with a sly smile. She felt like the cat that had gotten the canary!

What would it be like when they met? Oh, she could already envision it! The mental picture was delightful, she just had to laugh!

She could see it now. Superman and Clark Kent, facing off against one another. The anger, the tension, the jealousy! Superman, superior in strength, and Clark Kent, able to affect Superman’s reputation in every article he wrote. Would they fight? Would they shout?

Oh! What if Lois were there? Torn between the two men she’d been seeing, who fought over her like a prize! She would be so torn. Cat could see her faint expression now, how she would want them to settle the matter! Two men, vying for her heart, and one of them superhuman.

It was too juicy to resist! Cat logged into her computer and started writing immediately. Something this hot had to make it into tomorrow’s paper!

—

ONE LUCKY LADY! by Cat Grant

We all know that the hearts of Metropolis’ people were captured by Superman as soon as we met him. Strong, powerful, and superhuman. What’s not to love?

The Daily Planet has investigated Superman ever since breaking the news of his debut. His exploits have been nothing short of legendary. Many of our own reporters are able to tell of times when Superman personally saved them from falling buildings, rescued their pets, or helped them with whatever they needed– not to mention fending off alien invaders and strange tech weapons. He’s been a rock for our community.

So what is he up to now?

The Daily Planet is pleased to report that Superman seems to have turned his eye to the romantic side of life… and is dating our very own investigative journalist, Lois Lane!

Eagle-eyed readers may remember that Ms. Lane has been romantically involved with another of our journalists, one Clark Kent, for several months now. Lane and Kent frequently work together, and have a reputation of a loving relationship. But could something be wrong in paradise?

Superman was willing to answer a few interview questions on the matter.

CG: What do you think of Clark Kent?

S: Mr. Kent! Of course I know him. He’s fine, just a regular guy and a good reporter. Nothing special about him. I don’t think about him at all.

CG: What’s so special about Lois Lane to capture the eye of Metropolis’ most eligible bachelor?

S: Lois is certainly a special person. She’s brave and kind, and really has a heart for Metropolis. She thinks the people should know what’s happening in their city, and I admire that.

CG: One last question. What would you like to say to Clark Kent?

For this question, Superman considered his words carefully. What could he have been thinking?

S: I’d tell him to keep Lois close and treat her even better than she deserves. He’s a lucky man… While I won’t fight him, we both know Lois gets whatever, and whoever, she wants.

Talk about a challenge! Metropolis’ darling makes it sound like he’s not the slightest bit worried about who she might choose. But what would Mr. Kent think?

The story only gets better. After quite the argument with Ms. Lane, he gave the Daily Planet a message for Superman.

“If you really want to romance Lois first, you have to take it up with me. I’m sure you know where I live, so meet me on the roof and talk to me like a man. I won’t give up on Lois, not ever, so we’ll let Lois decide once and for all.”

Talk about a challenge! Superman, we hope you’re ready for your most dangerous battle of all… a battle for Lois Lane’s heart. Here at the Daily Planet, we already have our favorite horse in this race, and that’s Ms. Lane. No matter who she chooses, she’s the luckiest woman in Metropolis right now!

—

Of course, Cat had no way of knowing what actually happened in the newspaper morgue that day, or how the article would be received.

She didn’t hear how Clark cracked jokes about Lois having to choose between him and himself. She didn’t see how Lois egged him on, pretending that he would hunt down Superman and give him a knuckle sandwich. She didn’t see how Lois laughed and laughed, begging him to spare himself, until finally the two ended the so-called argument with a kiss and a nice, long hug.

What she did hear was that Superman had flown around the city the day it was published, signing every copy of The Daily Planet he could find, and leaving a signed copy with a note on her desk for her to find when she arrived at work.

Dear Ms. Grant,

The spin you put on this story was entertaining, so thank you for a good laugh. Please make no mistake that I do not date citizens– or anyone, Lois included. I wish you continued success in your writing.

-Superman

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