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this-aint-massachusetts · 4 months

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MORE FNAF HCS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT

more hcs because I’m losing my mind and I can’t contain the sillyness any longer

-Mike sometimes have nightmares of William succeeding and Abby being another victim of his and will get up in a cold sweat to check on her in her room, sometimes glad to see her staying up late because it means she's still there

- Abby gets nightmares of Mike not waking up when she ran over to him and wakes up in tears, and goes and climbs into his bed, forcing his arm up to sneak in and hold her, he's usually awake by then and tells her everything will be okay and that he's okay

-Abby is really picky about the texture of her stuffed animals so Mike learns over time and buys them accordingly, even warning people ahead of time if they ever wants to buy one to bring him with her

-When Mike really got into doing pushups, if Abby was awake early enough she'd sit on his back or play with her dolls on his back pretending it's a boat in the ocean (he complained at first but took it as another moment to be with his sister)

-Ness is the type to remember everyone's orders, he has them memorized by their third visit His boss would be impressed if he wasn't constantly yapping to the customers disrupting kitchens flow

-Mike Found the song that the animatronics played and will play it for Abby sometimes and watch her dance, glad to see her smiling again (until he's invited to dance to which he pretends to hate witch makes Abby giggle)

-Mike: "Abby if I die here you can draw on my grave, wouldn't mind.

Abby: "Please don't talk like that."

-After waking up, Vanessa chose to take a bit of a calmer job as a SRO at Abby’s school

-Mike went to Abby's school for her lunch to surprise her for her birthday and Vanessa is only is told it's a "surprise visitor" & nearly makes Mike piss his pants w how scary she was to greet him before seeing it was him

-Vanessa is very caring when it comes to Mike or Abby being sick or injured. Mike has a really hard time excepting help so he just pretends he’s fine until he can barley function

-Abby loves to paint others nails but not hers, if she has any kinda nail polish on or paint on her nails she’ll bite at them

-Ness writes little silly puns and jokes on to-go orders and will for sure spend forever choosing the right one and will wake up the next day with an even better one and be down the whole day

-Vanessa is really, like embarrassingly bad at bedtime stories, like Mike tried being nice about it but Abby wasn't

-Mike is both the pickiest eater and the will try anything guy at the same time

-Abby Was taught to warn Mike of cops on the road but now she recognizes Vanessa's car and says "there's Vanessa!" And she purposely pulls him over to chat with Abby

-Abby called Mike dad by accident and he couldn't stop crying for hours and Abby thought she offended him and made it a thing to call him "big brother Mike™”

-Abby will pretend to be asleep for more time in bed and Mike's comfort. Mike knows damn well she's awake but doesn't have the heart to actually wake her up and finds himself playing with her hair and glad she's safe

-Abby still has Mike's old security badge and vest and likes to go around pretending that she has a taser and goes around "defeating animatronics" which is just tickling Mike while he's trying to get work done

-Abby before the events at Freddy's she was always warned by Mike about the germs in a ball pit so that one scene was quite literally a last ditch effort for her

-Vanessa has been asked multiple times to scare Abbys bullies but gives the corny "tell a trusted adult they're not worth it" speech to her and feels proud about it. Mike tells Abby to just beat them up /hj (She takes his advice and both get lectured by Vanessa)

-Mike was 100% ready to fight Vanessa if he needed to because he really needed the job and was fully prepared to live up to the "keep people out" rule (based off the scene where they first met)

-Mike entered his emo phase the second Garrett got taken and left it the second he got custody of Abby, mostly because he was too busy to dress up anymore

-Abby managed to get ahold of Mike's taser from when he was a mall cop and brought it in for show and tell

-Vanessas first reaction to seeing the fazbear band for the first time was to ask why the band didn't have a drummer and William grounded her for seven months and didn't speak to her the entire time because he was so deeply offended and embarrassed

-sometimes when the animatronics get bored they dial random numbers into the phone and see what happens and one time they managed to call the White House completely by accident

-Abby and Vanessa do sister stuff together like braiding hair, baking cookies, and playing Barbies with insane reality tv level drama (it freaks Mike out but he just assumes it's girl stuff he wouldn't understand)

-Mike was really into skateboarding when he was younger, he doesn't do it much anymore but whenever he needs to flex on someone he whips out the triple kick flip and everyone is like how tf is that pathetic wet cat of a man doing that

-Ness runs a blog on Livejournal that’s basically food theory but in the 2000’s and he takes it very seriously

-When they were at the pizzeria Abby found the ballon boy figurine and wanted to take it home because she thought it was cute. Mike almost had a heart attack when he found it at the house

-One time Abby found Mikes bong and thought it was a vase so she put some flowers in in and put it up for decorations, Mike, Ness and Vanessa nearly pissed themselves laughing when they saw it

-Abby is obsessed with furbys, Mike on the other hand almost shit himself when he heard it talking in the middle of the night. Fear only got worse after Freddy’s

-Mike couldn’t afford an ambulance to drive Vanessa to the hospital so he just called a taxi (Cory went through enough that night so he just gave up and drove them, he was pissed afterwards tho because blood got all over his seats)

-Abby has a fish tank in her room that’s just filled with bugs and dirt, Mike has insisted to get rid of it multiple times because it smells rancid and the bugs kill each other regularly

-It took Mike 5 times to just get his learners permit

-William was a frat in collage

-Ness and Abby are both bug lovers and both cry when you squish a bug, Mike hates bugs and doesn’t get it

-Mike likes fishing and is lowkey hyperfixated on it

-William kept all the important files in a small ass trapper keeper that he stole from Vanessa

-Mikes car hasn’t been inspected in eight years, not cause he thinks he won’t pass he just forgot to do it and just never did it again (but srysly look at it it’s fucking disintegrating)

-Mike also doesn’t like when other people take care of him because he doesn’t want to be seen as needy but Vanessa and Ness are like: “YOU WILL TAKE MY LOVE AND CARE GOD DAMNIT!” (In a loving way tho)

-Ness steals the crayons from the kids menus and gives them to Abby

Oki final part for now because I can’t think of anything else 😜

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mrslankyman · 4 months

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Save Your Tears

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x (fem) reader

1k words

I don't know why I run away

I'll make you cry when I run away

Today was some random party my friend was having. I’ve never cared for parties past High School but Vanessa had offered to watch Abby. They always got along. Something I’m grateful for.

Little did I know tonight I was going to be reliving some feelings I’d rather forget.

As I walked into the house everyone was dressed up and dancing.

I had decided to just wear my dress shirt and tie. My black jeans and the best belt I own. I looked around and tried to smile. Mentally remembering that I wasn’t the cool kid I used to be. Or pretended to be.

The night was fine. I chatted with old friends. But something felt off. I turned around.

I saw you dancing in the crowded room. The girl whose heart I broke. You looked so happy when I’m not with you. Smiling and laughing with your friends.

You turned and looked at me. Your eyes widening in surprise till they slowly dipped down. My eyes were already off you. Trying to act as if I wasn’t there. A tear fell from your eye.

My heart ached as I looked anywhere but you. I turned away. Running away from those feelings. I quickly walked off to the kitchen.

I would do this all the time. Run off and think it would solve something.

I noticed as you walked into the kitchen. Going to grab a drink. I was standing by the table. You came walking out with the soda in hand. Walking right past me like I wasn’t there. Pretending like you didn’t care.

I knew better. I saw the tear stain on your cheek.

I looked down. Trying to remember our relationship. I made you think that I would always stay. Despite my issues. We got into a fight and I had said something I should never have said.

I broke your heart like how mine was. Jealous at how easily you could love and forgive. I couldn’t do that.. despite loving you I had to ruin it.

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“Mike! What is your deal? Why can’t we just talk. You never want to talk.” Your voice was thick with sadness. I was doing it again. Freaking out over my life. My brother, taking care of my sister and my job. You were added stress.

“I don’t wanna talk! We can talk later!” I had never yelled at you. I didn’t like raising my voice. So this shook you to your core. Staring at me.

“Nothing is going to solve itself unless you talk. I need you to talk to me Mike. I want us to work. I want this to work.” Your tears stained your cheek. Thankfully Abby was at school. She didn’t need to hear what was going to be spoken.

Your words and budging of me trying to open up was too much. I regret saying what I said. It was the most awful thing I could have spoken to someone who had given me so much love and more.

“Maybe I don’t want us to work! Maybe I don’t want this. You’re always pushing me to open up! Well.. I don’t want to! I don’t need you, Aunt Jane, or anyone. Everyone leaves me anyways! Garret left, my mom left and my dad! Only a matter of time till you leave. So I’ll do it for you, we’re done.” My voice was seething. You stared at me those eyes wide and tears pouring out.

I watched as you left. You had packed your things and were gone. 2 years down the drain. You couldn’t help me if I wasn’t willing to be helped.

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I knew you wouldn’t love me for a second time.

You’d always beg me to talk. Try to solve the issues you knew wouldn’t be solved. I wasn’t fixable. I’d run off from the problems. Leaving you crying.

I walked off from the kitchen and spotted you with your friends again. Your eyes caught mine. We stared at each other. The music blaring, people talking, bodies moving but we stayed in place.

I tried to walk through the crowd. Making my way to you. I ignored your friends snickers and jabs. Something you told me to do all those years ago. Don’t let people get to me.

I’d taken a lot of your advice. Your eyes watched me unsure. “Let’s talk.” Was all I said as I walked out. Assuming you’d follow. Which you did.

We slid outside to the back porch. The inside music noises dying away as the door closed.

A silence fell over us. We didn’t speak for a moment. I looked over at you, tears falling from your face. It had been 3 years since we dated. And yet you still cried for me.

That guilty feeling came back. The one I got when I laid in bed and thought of all the things I did wrong in life.

You were one thing I messed up terribly.

“Why did you break my heart?” You asked quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you fell apart?” I countered and looked at her. She looked up at me her eyes red and puffy.

“I-..” you sniffled your tears getting in the way. You couldn’t help but sob.

“I didn’t mean to say those things.” I put my hand on your shoulder, you looked up and caught my eyes. “I wanted to stay. I was dumb to walk off. Losing the one good thing I had in my life. I’ve learned a lot. Take me back.. I wanna stay this time.” My voice was soft. I wanted to sound serious. Show you I wanted this to work.

I had missed you too long. Seeing you in town. Out and about. I had hid. Not wanting you to see me. How low my life had been since I left you.

Now I didn’t care. I wanted you. I wanted you back so bad. So as your tears slid down your face and you thought on my offer. My head spun. Was this a mistake? You surely deserved someone better than me. But I wanted you back.

“Save your tears.” I spoke quietly and wiped them off your cheek. A small blush covered your cheeks. “You can cry another day. I made you do that enough before.” With that you kissed me. Your lips soft. I had miss this feeling. You tears subsided

You can save your tears for another day.

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mickimagnum · 5 months

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Before Sundown Interview

"Hey, everyone! Welcome to Devin's Dude Ranch: Before Sundown. I"m your host, Venessa Jeong and here with me is the star of our upcoming series, Devin's Dude Ranch, our Bachelorette, Devin Delaney. Welcome, Devin!"

"Thanks, Venessa. I'm excited to be here. Honestly, I can't believe this is happening," Devin said with a nervous laugh.

"Well, you better believe it! We've hand-picked five single men, especially for you, and they're all chomping at the bit for a chance to win your heart."

"Nice. A horse pun," Devin replied, trying to distract from the crimson that began creeping into her cheeks.

"I thought you'd appreciate it," Vanessa smiled before moving on, "Now, tell me, Devin, what made you decide to look for love as a Bachelorette?"

"When I was first approached about doing the show, my first reaction was 'no way,' but after thinking about it, I couldn't deny it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You know, I really don't have time to go out and meet people, but I do want my happily-ever-after just like everyone else. And I figured, why not try it? Plenty of people have found love doing the show, so I'm going into this with positive expectations."

"I like that. And, I for one, cannot wait to see how your love story unfolds and who you choose."

"Yeah, me neither," Devin joked and sat back in her seat.

"For many of our viewers, this will be their first time meeting you. How would you sum yourself up for them, Devin?"

"Oh, gosh, you're coming with the hard questions," Devin replied as she draped her arm across the back of her seat to carefully consider her answer before continuing, "My life has revolved around training horses and my nectar business, Echo Valley Nectar, came about only as a way to fund it. All I've ever known is hard work, which I think has kept me humble and my feet planted on the ground. Really, Venessa, at the end of the day, I'm a simple girl. Just give me open sky, good company, good food, good nectar, and horses. Then I'm happy."

"Don't forget Mr. Right!" Venessa laughed as she shuffled through the cards in her hands.

"If you can find him, I'll take him," Devin grinned.

"Speaking of Mr. Right," Venessa continued, "As you know, our experts have matched you with five single men who we feel are of excellent compatibility. But, what will it take for them to impress you?"

Devin paused a moment before answering, "Honestly, if they can just come in and be themselves, that will impress me more than anything else. Like, don't put on airs and try to impress me. That's one of my biggest pet peeves - you know, when you can tell someone isn't being genuine," Devin then turned and looked directly into the camera, "Just be yourself, guys. It's better we find if we actually click up front than a year down the road when we're engaged or whatever. Let's be real. From day one."

"Well said," Venessa replied with a bob of her head, "I feel like more people could use that advice."

"All I'm saying, is I'm going to be upfront about all this shenangiousness," Devin then gestured to her entire person, "so I would respect the hell out of any man that is willing to do the same."

"Did you just invent a word?"

"I very well might have."

"I love it."

"Me too."

"Besides someone who's confident being themselves, what else are you looking for in a partner?" Venessa then asked.

"Someone who likes horses, obviously," Devin laughed before continuing, "But also someone who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty and sees themself living and enjoying the ranch life with me. Someone who is real-world smart but kind. ..And will he definitely need a good sense of humor to survive any time me."

"After having just met you, I can second that last one."

Devin shrugged, "Life's too short. We might as well get silly with it."

Venessa's laugh rang out as she shook her head and Devin settled back in her chair again, as if satisfied that her job was done.

After glancing at the last queue card, Venessa said, "Alright Devin, last question, ultimately, what is it that you're hoping for from your experience?"

"I mean, the same thing everyone says. I want to find my person. Down the road, hopefully marriage and a family. That's it."

"And I hope you find it," Venessa said sincerely, "Devin, thank you so much for hanging out with me and answering the burning questions I know we all had."

"Yeah, of course. Thanks for having me!"

Venessa then turned directly to the camera, "Thanks for joining us for this episode of Before Sundown: Devin's Dude Ranch. Don't forget to tune in tomorrow, Monday December 4th, for the premiere of Devin's Dude Ranch, where Devin will meet her five contestants for the first time! And now, here's a sneak peak of the full cast. See you tomorrow at Echo Valley Ranch, SimNation."

Stay Tuned: Devin's Dude Ranch Begins Tomorrow, December 4th!

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vilandel · 5 days

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Silver Cats & Black Roses

Chapter 7 – Advices from Rivals

A/N Nothing much, just Yami and Nozel getting advice from their respective rivals... because they NEED that right now when it comes to Charlotte and Vanessa 💜💙 @thoughtfullyrainynightmare Fuegoleon giving romantic advice, would that be something to cheer you up a bit?

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Yami didn’t like captains meeting. It would have been better if those weren’t weekly, but monthly. Or once a year. Or never at all to begin with.

Geez, if he had known that being a captain came with responsibility, lots of fricking paperwork and boring meetings, to just name a few examples, maybe he would never have accepted to become a captain in the first place.

But at the same time, it gave him the opportunity to have some fricking authority, he had been able to give a home to all the knights that were his brats and he had a fixed job, to just name a few examples. So maybe, he took the right choice to shut up and endure all the negative sides of being a captain.

Which didn’t change the fact that weekly captains meeting were a fucking pain. All that wasted time during which he couldn’t gamble, drink a good beer or most importantly, taking a well-deserved dump.

Or investigate the whereabouts of Prickly Queens lost and mysterious half-sibling. That was actually somehow more important for him than taking a dump.

Yami took a side-glance at Charlotte, sitting next to him, like always. Ever since they started their research on the lost sibling, they became undoubtedly closer. She was still hurting his delicate little heart with her harsh words, but she never did run away from him again while screaming her lungs out, which was definitely a progress.

But he still didn’t understand her Ki. Interacting more with her somehow didn’t made it easier to read Charlotte, but even more complicated. It didn’t make any sense to Yami. Then again, nothing ever seemed to make sense when Prickly Queen was involved.

Yami didn’t like that uncertainty between them. He never realized it before, but since two weeks, he couldn’t help but wonder what was between them.

Friendship? Something else? All possible options somehow didn’t make any sense to him and in this cause, Yami highly doubted that the impossible options would make sense at all.

All he knew was that he wanted to help Prickly Queen to find her lost sibling. He really wanted to help her. She was one of the best people he knew and one of the most kind-hearted as well. Always putting everyone and everything before herself, it was just fair that she did something for herself for once. And he wanted to help to achieve that.

Okay, Charlotte had no idea what she would do once she find that mysterious half-sibling and the mom, she was still hurting her head to decide how she would act at that meeting. But they weren’t there yet and honestly, Yami didn’t think that it was that important to think about how she should act. He knew Prickly Queen will find out instinctively once she’s there, she didn’t need to plan a whole speech or fifty steps ahead or something.

All Yami hoped was that the half-sibling won’t accuse Charlotte in any way. After all, it wasn’t her fault her father had an affair and was dumb enough to carelessly conceiving a bastard. She shouldn’t pay for something her jerk of a father did.

Charlotte was the most honourable person he knew, besides Asta and old Julius.

Mushroom Head was still listing points to discuss, old Julius was giving more details on said points. At least, as much as he could. Marx always had to clarify something when Julius forgot a point… which was quite often.

Yami sighed quietly. He never said much during those meetings, only if it was necessary. And now, after the whole shitty mess in Spade, when it was finally a period of peace, he thankfully not much to say again. At least, it was one way to make the meeting end sooner.

If only the other captains would also say nothing until the end, it would be over in five or ten minutes.

“The thievery within the Common Realm are still mysterious, it seems,” Julius said thoughtfully. “Anything new since your last investigations?”

“Unlike with what we first thought, it has to be organized. The thieves were merely tools to some kind of bigger scheme, it seems. Undercover missions would be more adequate for this kind of crimes,” Fuegoleon reported. Honestly, if there was someone who would talk for all the captains, then it would be Hard Nose.

Undercover, huh? Yami doubted if most of his brats were considered perfect for those kind of missions. Except Nacht, but he was still basically never at the Hideout and he preferred still to accept the missions directly from the Wizard King than from his own captain. Yami wondered if he should feel kinda insulted by this behaviour from time to time.

Oh, and Zora could also be pretty good for undercover missions. Or Gordon, he was calm enough to not be seen. Maybe Vanessa, she could mend in a crowd, but she might be just last resort. The rest? Yami wouldn’t believe they could be good at undercover missions, unless they prove him wrong.

“Good idea, Fuegoleon. The best would also be probably to do undercover groups, with knights from different squad. This way, we beat two birds with one stone, catching the mastermind behind the thievery and reinforcing the teamwork between the squads.”

Yami hold back a groan. Not that he didn’t agree that teamwork was good between the squads, but those kind of crap means a lot more of paperwork to do and unlike with his brats, he couldn’t delegate all of it to the other captains. Fuegoleon already scolded him for trying to delegate everything to Finral, much to his wheels relief. Nozel just did his own part and told him that it was his own fault for not doing his. Kaiser at least had been kind enough to suggest to do paperwork together and he helped him even with it.

Yeah, only one positive experience out of three, Yami wasn’t eager to do more teamwork with the other squads.

Although… if the Black Bulls could be on a common mission with the Blue Roses, he wouldn’t mind it. Especially if it meant to spent more time with Prickly Queen.

Yami stopped focusing for a second. Was he really eager to spent more time with that prickly majesty? And why was the answer yes without hesitation?

Charlotte was messing with his mind again, without even knowing it.

And his heart, because that damn organ really started to acted weirdly the more time he spent with Prickly Queen.

He was clearly missing something, but no scenario he imagined made any sense.

“Good, I’ll contact you in due time. Marx, is there anything else to discuss.”

“No.”

“Good, then you’re all dismissed. Have a nice rest of the afternoon. As for me, I’ll-“

“You’ll come with me, sir. You still have the paperwork of last month to finish.”

Mushroom Head just took old Julius’ wrist before he was even able to sneak away. Poor Mushroom Head, honestly. Maybe he deserved a break. And a raise. And some vacation.

Before he could leave his seat, Charlotte put a hand on his arm. “I’ll go back to the Roselei mansion today. Maybe I’ll find out finally who served my father all those years ago.”

“Yeah, you nobles surely have a lot of servants. But must be quite useful to have them around. Maybe I’ll recruit some for my squad.”

“If you’ll find servants with enough strong will to endure the Black Bulls. I’ll call you if I find something.”

“’kay. See you until then, Prickly Queen.”

Charlotte nodded, but didn’t move. Just looking at him intensely, but not with harshness.

Like always, Yami was taken aback. Every time they were now close to part ways, Charlotte was just glancing at him with a lot of intensity, to a point that Yami couldn’t help but look back just as strong.

Those fucking glances were also messing with his mind and his heart, because he couldn’t think clearly anymore. He just saw those bright blue eyes, her blonde hair changing shades depending on the light, her delicate frame, those long eyelashes and the perfectly full lips…

Charlotte was such a beauty…

“Goodbye, Yami.”

With that, Charlotte broke the staring before Yami was even able to finally understand it and left him there.

Yami groaned. He hated how Prickly Queen always started to stare at him, only to break the eye contact without any explanation. Even his brats’ daily mess wasn’t as frustrating as this.

And why was he so upset about it?

Well, that was like always just future Yamis problem.

Charlotte left pretty quickly, all the other captains were still starting to leave slowly. Rill and Kaiser talked about their plans for the evening, Jack laughed loudly about slicing something, Dorothy sleepwalked and the two royals were apparently talking.

Nozels Ki showed his annoyance and another thing that became more and more presence each passing week.

Yami didn’t cared that much about Braids, but that guy’s Ki really started to act weirdly. To a point that Yami couldn’t help but notice. It had softly started after the return from Spade, but that strange new thing of the Ki just intensified those last two weeks.

Somehow, Yami only saw one explanation. Braids was probably in love or at least in the process of falling in love. Which was utterly unbelievable coming from Nozel Silva, the cold royal captain of the Silver Eagles. But the point was, the Ki never lied.

Of course Yami would know if someone was in love just by reading Ki. He wasn’t stupid like Asta, he was able to recognize love when he Ki-read it.

Yami had no idea if she should find this hilarious or annoying. Well, it depended on who Braids fell for. And also if Yami should pity that person or not. Hopefully for Braids, he would be love in return, because he didn’t seem like someone able to handle a heartbreak, despite all that cool attitude. And even though Yami loved to tease Nozel, a heartbreak was never fun to watch.

But if that person might love Braids back, he or her should really question their taste. Which sane person would love braids or wearing them?

Except Charlotte of course, she was the only one capable to wear braids.

“Yami?”

“Oh, hey there, Goldie Guts.”

“Can I talk to you?”

“Sure.”

There was silence at first, as they left the Magic Knight Headquarters. Whatever William wanted to talk about, it was surely not easy.

Yami had compassion for his fellow captain and rival. As if the whole kidnapping and almost sacrifice wasn’t enough, Goldie Guts lost half of his knights and knowing him, he would continue to grieve that loss for very long. Not to mention all the guilt he was still feeling because of that whole mess with the elves.

No idea how he would react if he would lose half of his brats. Yami only knew that it would be pretty ugly and maybe never ending, which was why he hoped and worked that it would never happen.

The Golden Dawn had been badly broken, but was still standing strong after a bit over three months. Yami respected and admired that. For the squad and for Goldie Guts. Not everyone would have been able to stood up again after such a painful fall. But William and his golden knights got up again, maybe they even got stronger despite their loss and their grief.

“How ya doing, Goldie Guts?”

“It’s finally going uphill. Slowly still, but uphill. How about you?”

“Tch, it’s fine in a Black Bull way, so I don’t know if I should be reassured or not. If my damn vice-captain would show up more, it would be better, but we’re fine.”

“Nacht is very unique in his ways, I’ll admit.”

“A very unique pain in the butt, yep.”

William chuckled. He must really be doing better, it had been long the last time he laughed.

“Okay, Goldie, I bet you aren’t just small talking with me, so what’s the point of this fuss.”

“You’re spending a lot of time with Charlotte, lately.”

Yami couldn’t help but flinch. He thought they were discreet, so how was Goldie Guts aware of it? And why was it bothering him so much that William knew?

“What, are you jealous or something?” Yami laughed, trying to hide that uneasy feeling behind a cool act.

“No,” William just replied and given his Ki, he really wasn’t jealous. Not to mention that he never get provoked by Yamis teasing ever, he just saw right through it.

“So, why is it concerning you?”

“Because you are both dear to me and I don’t want it to end badly.”

Huh, what did Goldie Guts mean with that?

Yami just looked at his fellow captain blankly and William was now deeply sighing. Did he missed a clue or what?

“What I mean, don’t give her false hopes concerning the both of you.”

“False hopes? Trust me, I don’t give her any of that, I’m just helping her with something personal.”

“That’s not what I meant. It is more than nice of you to help her and it’s surely beneficial for the both of you. But while you’re helping her, don’t make her think that there could be more if it’s not the case.”

Okay, Yami was definitely missing a clue, because he had no idea what William was trying to tell him. What was with those riddles about false hopes and about something more that wasn’t even there?

And what had this to do with Charlotte?

He must have a confused look plastered on his face, because William started to look a bit done. And he usually takes a lot for a patient person like Goldie Guts to be done.

“Alright, Yami, let’s try this differently. What do you feel for Charlotte?”

“Well, she’s a strong and independent woman. Too much if you ask me, she’s obviously the only one I need to tell to step back and rely on others from time to time. But she’s one of the best Magic Knights I know, no need for me to beat around the bush. I think we’re finally starting to get along better and be friends.”

Yami didn’t think that he forgot to say something. But still, somehow something was missing? But what the hell would he forgot to say about what he felt about Charlotte?

“And… have you ever been in love, Yami?”

That question took Yami aback. Had he ever been in love? Actually… not really? He never had a childhood crush back in the Land of the Sun and later, when he was in Clover for some time, well, he had some flings, not much but mostly because he felt lonely and was a bit in need for affection. But it always had been empty. Later, with old Julius, Nacht and Morgen, William and the Grey Deers, later the Black Bulls… Loneliness was never a thing again, thankfully.

But love? He never had been in love, heck he never had ever some dating experience. He never needed to date someone, so it was never a problem. Besides, Finral own experiences made Yami believe that it was a dumb thing altogether.

And yet, when Charlotte was involved, it didn’t match with what he believed anymore.

Weird…

“No, I never was. But honestly, I never met someone to fell head over heels with, so I never got the occasion.”

William looked at him with suspicions and to be fair, Yami wasn’t satisfied with his answer too. Why, though? He said nothing that was wrong. At least, he thought so.

“Are you able to tell if someone is in love with you?”

“Geez, Goldie Guts, you’re usually not questioning my Ki reading. Of course I can tell when someone is head over heels for another. In fact, I can tell you that Braids-“

“That’s not what I meant, Yami. I’m not questioning your Ki reading in general. But when it comes to you… can you tell if someone loves you romantically?”

Yami would love to answer that of course he was able to do that. But somehow, he couldn’t. Somehow, it would feel like a lie.

Somehow, he knew that he couldn’t tell.

But still, there was no way he would admit that.

“Well, you know, no one ever fell in love with me, so I can’t tell.”

William gave him a glare, clearly indicating that he didn’t believed him. Well, of course he didn’t. Yami could facepalm about his own stupidity. That was the dumbest answer he could give. He just bragged how was able to tell if someone was in love not even a minute ago and by that logic, he actually should be able to tell if someone was in love with him.

William sighed, before he actually walked, saying, “You’re not stupid, Yami, so I believe you will realize it one day. Just… don’t take too long or Charlotte might slip through your fingers. Maybe you should start trying to look outside the box.”

With that, the captain of the Golden Dawn disappeared.

Yami just stood still, confused. Honestly, he didn’t understand what Goldie Guts wanted to tell him.

And what has this questions about Yamis love life anything to do with Charlotte?

“That’s future Yamis problem,” Yami said automatically, but more to himself and for the first time, it felt actually wrong to go that way.

He was definitely missing something. Maybe it was true what some people told him, that despite his Ki reading, he was somehow a bit dense.

Something really changed since the return from Spade and honestly, maybe it has already been there for a long time.

And Charlotte was involved one way or another, whether she knew or not. Whether she liked it or not.

Whether Yami liked it or not.

“What did I get myself into, this time?”

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Fuegoleon was not the worst Vermillion to be around. But that doesn’t mean that he could be a pain for Nozel. He was his rival and honestly, a healthy rivalry was always welcome. But still, Fuegoleon could also be annoying and too joyful and unhelpful by Nozels books.

But it would have been unpolite to refuse his invitation for a short walk for the captains meeting and Fuegoleon sadly knew him enough to recognize when Nozel was searching for an excuse to avoid any interaction. It worked on nobles, but never on Fuegoleon.

It also never worked on Vanessa, but Nozel had to admit that never really searched for excuses to avoid her company.

Which never happened to him before…

Oh, how much Nozel would prefer to be with Vanessa right now than with Fuegoleon. A bittersweet feeling.

Bitter, because Nozel couldn’t forget that he didn’t deserve that kindness, that care, that friendship maybe. If Vanessa hadn’t pushed him in the first place, he probably wouldn’t have gave in.

But at the same time, it was sweet as well, because for the first time since the death of his mother, Nozel actually took time for himself, to live a bit more for himself. He had to admit that it was nice, to forget about his duties, his worries and his guilt, to live in the present instead of being burdened by his heavy past and the uncertain future.

Vanessa did little wonders on him, he didn’t understand why and she certainly haven’t realized it either. He didn’t felt so cold anymore in his soul and even though Nozel didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing, he didn’t regretted it as much as he was supposed to.

It was like he had been imprisoned in some long winter since he lost his mother and Vanessa was a rose that bloomed in this winter. Always bright and colourful. Everything he wasn’t and yet, she enjoyed being in his certainly boring company.

Nozel hoped that Vanessa felt better than a few days ago. She was always so strong and joyful and positive. And yet, for the first time since he knew her, Nozel had seen Vanessa with tears in her eyes, hurt and upset. She who always laughed, who was so carefree.

She hadn’t told him what did hurt her and even though Nozel would have liked to know, he didn’t pushed her. Nozel knew from experience that some things were sometimes too difficult to talk about or that it was probably better to keep silence about some difficult topics. But still, seeing Vanessa had made him worry about her. She hadn’t been that upset and sad when she talked about that person she thought she was in love with.

Vanessa always had been so full of joy, it had been so unusual to see her sad. Was her joyful attitude sometimes also a mask, just like his? To hide some sadness? He had seen it already, when they were for the first time together in that café, when she talked about the Witch Queen. There was a sadness behind her joy and he saw that same crack in her mask only a few days ago.

She told him that she was feeling better and to be fair, she looked like she wasn’t upset anymore. But once Nozel saw that crack and the sadness behind, he couldn’t unsee it. It was impossible.

He wanted to help her, to comfort her. To know more about her. But he also didn’t want to hurt her. He did hurt many people he cared about for years, like his siblings and especially Noelle. Nozel refused to do the same to Vanessa. It wasn’t planned and he still didn’t understand if their bond was based of friendship or not, but he came to care for her.

Of course he wanted to be there for Vanessa.

He just didn’t know how.

“Are you still here with me, Nozel?”

Nozel groaned as he saw that small smug smile on the Vermillion’s face. As if he knew some kind of secret and felt superior because of it.

Nozel always hated smugness of any kind.

At least, he could be certain that Fuegoleon didn’t meant any harm. Unlike nobles who felt superior of him because Nozel made mistakes they intend to use for their own gain.

Like his father did…

Nozel immediately chased those memories away. He refused to think about Lac Silva ever again.

“What do you want from me, Vermillion?”

“Oh, just talk.”

Nozel gave him a side glance, not believing him at once. Fuegoleon has something in mind and Nozel wouldn’t have any of it. Oh, knowing his rival, it was surely not harmful, the captain of the Crimson Lions stood above petty pranks. But that doesn’t mean that Nozel would appreciate it.

Fuegoleon walked in silence for a bit through the streets of the capital, before he actually started talking, “You might have realized that I’m courting lady Lital Lys.”

“At least, I came to observe that you only danced with her at the royal wedding.”

Nozel hold back to roll his eyes. Everyone at the wedding saw that, only stupid people wouldn’t come to the most logical conclusion. Nozel wasn’t an expert like Nebra on the common etiquette coming to dances and other details concerning nobles languages on balls, but he knew enough that a third dance with the same person meant clear intention to court and to consider a potential wedding.

Only that Fuegoleon didn’t just dance three dance with lady Lital, he danced only with her. Which would be considered rather bold, even for Fuegoleon.

Nozel didn’t knew much about Lital Lys. She was a calm person, a knight of the Crimson Lions, who became a knight rather late, as she was already eighteen, but still climbed ranks pretty quickly and deserved it, as she took her job seriously and efficiently. Lady Lital didn’t stand out much, letting her actions more do the talking. The only one in her house who inherited the star magic of the hero of house Lys. There were rumours about her being a bastard, who was legitimate just like William. Which didn’t change the fact that she was one of the rare nice Lys out there.

According to Nebra, she also was one of the best singers within nobility and probably the Clover kingdom, her mother loved her truly – a rarity within nobility – and Fuegoleon always had her in high esteem.

Maybe Fuegoleon considered her the perfect match for him. Oh, his grandfather and Head of House might disagree, because of the bastard rumours surrounding Lital Lys.

But if anyone can make Achilles Vermillion yield, it was his favourite grandson.

“The truth is,” Fuegoleon continued, his eyes brightening suddenly, “Lital and I… we were dating for almost ten years.”

This took Nozel aback. Dating? For almost ten years? But… this would mean…

“You love her.”

Of course it wasn’t a question.

“Yes, I do. I know everyone says that Royals don’t love, probably to make arranged marriages more easier to conclude. But it’s not true. We royals do love. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with Lital. Oh, I’m aware that given Litals roots, a lot of people wouldn’t appreciate that I choose her instead of some more eligible ladies, especially if it’s out of love. But marriages shouldn’t be decided out of politics and Lital means the world to me. I have no intention to not fight for her.”

If he was loyal to one person for almost a decade and was truly in love, then there was no doubt that Fuegoleon would be ready to go against the royal marital status quo for Lital. Well, the captain of the Crimson Lions wasn’t hiding that he would make changes, better changes that would go against the pride of most nobles.

But Fuegoleon also never bragged about his ambitions to make the kingdom better, he let his actions talk, his trust and his loyalty. But marrying out of love, that could be considered very bold, even for him. But knowing Fuegoleon, he would do it anyway.

Nozel had to admit that he admired and envied Fuegoleon at the same time. Going against the status quo was always a bold move, for better or for worst. But at the same time, Fuegoleon wasn’t Head of House – it would be better for the Vermillions if Achilles would let his grandson succeed him already – and by that, he had more freedom to choose who he wants the spend the rest of his life with.

Everyone thought that being Head of House means that you have more freedom. And it was true for those who rather thought about themselves instead of their families. Like the king or Achilles Vermillion. But the truth was, when you put your house before yourself and really do the job of head, then you were the less free.

Nozel knew that by experience. He saw it with his mother and of course, he followed her example when he took over the Silvas. He didn’t have the privilege to marry out of love, he had to marry for political reasons so that his siblings could have that freedom. As much as the reputation of house Silva was important, never would Nozel sacrifice his siblings for it. He hurt them enough already, especially Noelle, and he won’t do it again.

That marital burden was even heavier for him than anyone else. There was only four Silvas left, any other branch died out one way or another. Nozel couldn’t let what his mother left behind die completely.

And yet, since the return from Spade, he was more and more disgusted by this perspective. He probably ignored it for long, but somehow, it always disgusted him.

Probably a reason why he still wasn’t married yet.

Fuegoleon was lucky to be in love for so long. Nozels own love life was quasi inexistent. There were a few dates with noble ladies, organized by his father and other nobles. But it never worked out, so everyone gave up to find him a betrothed that way. And for a short period of time, when he felt lonely and starving for affection, he had what commoners called flings. Not a period of his life he was proud of, even though he didn’t last long. It had been soulless, another proof that he didn’t deserve kindness and affection after all of his mistakes.

That had been years ago and he never date anyone since then.

Maybe he was missing something, but he didn’t deserved it anyways, so why even hurt himself with it?

“So, I might know why you feel better since more two weeks,” Fuegoleon continued, interrupting his thoughts.

“What do you mean with that?”

“Nozel, I know since we were children. I saw how much you give of yourself to make the Silver Eagles work and your house, despite the stones my grandfather puts in your way. I admire your inner strength, not everyone would have been capable to hold all of this together for so long. But you were strong alone for way too long, if you ask me. You put everything else above yourself and I fear that it would hurt you one day. I’m not the only one who’s worried about you. Your vice-captain is, your siblings, aunt Océane, Dorothy and Julius too. As admirable your devotion and loyalty is, you should also think about yourself from time to time.”

Nozel wanted to protest, but Fuegoleon didn’t let him speak, “I observed you since two weeks and what your vice-captain told me just confirmed what I suspected. You’re finally taking time for yourself, to relax. It really does you good. You should keep it up and hold on to it.”

What did his rival meant with that? He couldn’t possibly know that Nozel met with the Black Bulls witch, could he? Nozel didn’t heard about any rumours and he doubted there was even any, otherwise Nebra would have made indirect smug and disgusted suggestions or something like that.

No, Fuegoleon couldn’t possibly know. But instead of reassuring him, Nozel found it somehow hard to believe it.

“And what do you think I should hold onto?”

“Oh, I have no proof, of course. From my romance experience, I firmly believe that you’re in love, Nozel.”

Love? LOVE?

Nozel froze.

No, that was impossible. He wasn’t in love, he was probably even totally unable to love anyone in a romantic way. At least, he thought so, there was no proof of him being able to love romantically. But there was also no proof of the opposite, actually… Which didn’t matter.

He couldn’t be in love with the Black Bull witch! Sure, Vanessa was beyond beautiful and kind and full of joy, in fact she was an amazing person altogether. There wasn’t enough words to describe how wonderful she was. But he wasn’t in love, they were just…

What were they exactly?

Acquaintances? No, that sounded too dry.

Colleagues? They were both Magic Knights and that was it. They didn’t even had the same ranks, he was a captain and she was still on junior level, even though Nozel was convinced that she deserved a much higher rank. Besides, they don’t only talked about work when they met.

Friends? He couldn’t help but feel that friendship didn’t described enough what she was for him, but it was the closest description that could fit.

But it couldn’t be love, right?

Why wasn’t he convinced by his own statement, then?

“I might be wrong, of course. I’ve never known any other beloved than Lital,” Fuegoleon continued, without any smug. “But after almost ten years, I think that I’m maybe able to tell if someone is in love or not. And think you are.”

“This is very bold of you to assume,” Nozel replied calmly. Inside of him might be a raging storm, but he refused to show any of it. Not only because of his pride, but also because he felt kinda lost.

Fuegoleon just shrugged, before stopping in front of a florist. Nozel observed how his rival seemed to hesitate a bit, before choosing a bouquet of white roses and orchids.

White roses and orchids.

Although flower language was a typical Silva education, Fuegoleon had to know a bit about the meanings of flowers. Unlike red roses, which stood for passion and overwhelming love, white roses were more about trust, innocence and deep, sincere love who lasted and will last. As for orchids, they stood for admiration and for rare, delicate beauty.

There was no denying it, Fuegoleon was more than just serious about Lital Lys. Come to think of it, it was a success that both were able to keep their relationship a secret for so long.

Nozel had no idea what to think. If, and only IF he was maybe in love with Vanessa, they hadn’t known each other for long, unlike Fuegoleon and Lital. It couldn’t be possible to fell in love so quickly, that only happens in novels.

But again, Nozel didn’t have any experience with romantic love, so of course he couldn’t tell. And were romance novels really a reference for arguments?

Fuegoleon paid for the bouquet, before turning back to Nozel. “Again, I don’t know if it’s true. It’s just that I’ve known you since we’re children and that I’m dating Lital for a very long time that I think you’re in love. If you’re not, that’s fine too, because whatever made you finally happy since the wedding, you really should hold on to it. And if it’s indeed love, hold on to this person, show them that you care. Nozel, after everything you’ve been through, you deserve your own happiness as well.”

With that, Fuegoleon turned around, waving and walking away. Leaving Nozel in the middle of a street of the royal capital.

My own happiness?

Everything Fuegoleon said somehow made sense and at the same, didn’t made sense at all.

Nozel knew he wasn’t in love. At least, he thought he knew and the more he thought about it, the more unsure he felt. It wasn’t like he thought a lot about Vanessa, her face popping here and there in his mind for no reason. Not to mention that Vanessa was surely not in love with him. Sure, she was nice and kind to him, even playfully flirty, but with everything that happened with Noelle and their too much different circles certainly didn’t made him a potential lover in her eyes.

Somehow, that thought hurt.

Nozel groaned unroyally. He was unsure and lost yes, but he definitely couldn’t come to a conclusion in the middle of a street of the royal capital, while people around him just dealt with their daily lives. Once he was back home, in his room, where everything was calm, he would be able to think about it logically and efficiently.

But still… Fuegoleon also said that he should show her that he cared. And Nozel came to care about Vanessa. This, he could get behind. Whatever was between them, he truly cared about her. She was always there for him, listening, chatting a lot and basically pushing him out of his so-called comfort zone to get some time to relax. And he was maybe grateful she spend time with him.

Maybe he should get Vanessa something. But what? He couldn’t just send her flowers, that would be too vague, they weren’t a couple and she deserved something more personal than flowers, even if they came from the Silva flower garden. And something he could send, he was too proud still to show up with a present like that at the Black Bulls basement. Even more so, what would the Black Bulls think if he showed up like that? Even worse, Noelle? And let’s not talk about Yami.

That was settled, but Nozel still had no idea what to get her. What did she told him about what she liked and her hobbies again? Wine? No, she was already drinking a lot and given Noelles concern, Nozel refused to make her drink even more.

But what would make Vanessa happy, then?

Suddenly, his eyes settled on a particular shop on the street. And he finally got at least some idea what to get Vanessa.

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𖧷 PiNKFEVER !

𖧷 ༘*. PiNKFEVER are a six piece girl group under Mindmix Media. Pinkfever we’re welcomed into the spotlight in spring of 2023 with a pre-release single titled “Heart Talk” later debuting in August of 2023 with a mini-album. The group were not immediately welcomed with success but have received much love from their fans for their talents and music.

— group name: PiNKFEVER

— label: Mindmix Media

— members: Yasmin, Erin, Jade, Vanessa, Kat, & Theresa

— debut date: tba.

— debut song: tba.

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𖧷 YASMIN !

𖧷 ༘*. Feng “Yasmin” Yazhu has loved music from a young age. Growing up she always yearned to sing, her parents fully supported whatever she wanted to do and even influenced her to pursue her dream. Another important thing to know about Yasmin is her desire for romance. Some would call her a hopeless romantic, growing up she always tried to date but it never worked out for her especially because she was so young. She’s also very gentle, she knows how to go about negative situations in a positive way, without worsening the conflict. It came in handy when her friends would argue, or anyone in her life had a conflict honestly. The problem was, she was afraid to approach the problem. She would make others do it for her, when there was no one else to, she would wait as long as possible before finally trying to resolve the issue. Yasmin is clearly a very quiet person, she’s known for being a bit shy and timid when interacting with new people but once she finds a person she clicks with, she opens up immediately.

— birth name: Feng Yazhu

— stage name: Yasmin

— date of birth: March 3rd, 1996

— position: Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

— face claim: Wong Kahei / Vivi

— vocal claim: Kim Bora

𖧷 ERIN !

𖧷 ༘*. Han “Erin” Misun is already well known in the industry. Not because of her talent but because of her personality! Since she became a trainee she attempted to be befriend many people, it’s what she used to doing in new environments. Unfortunately her competitive nature had scared others off. After some time many trainees saw how she truely was. Erin is a very fun person to say the least. She adjusts to situations easy and always is open to try new things. Many people say she’s a bit of a stereotypical girl as well, she loves shopping, reading magazines, dressing up, and gossiping. She’s always there for her loved ones, and this has caused her quite a large circle of friends, some idols, some trainees, some neither! The only negative thing any one has said about her, is that she is a bit ‘annoying’ truly she’s just a louder person, she says what she thinks. She’s not ashamed either, she’s just honest!

— birth name: Han Misun

— stage name: Erin

— date of birth: June 12th, 1996

— position: Visual, Lead Vocalist, Sub-rapper

— face claim: Choi Yujin

— vocal claim: Kim Minju

𖧷 JADE !

𖧷 ༘*. Lee “Jade” Kyungmi is one of the most hardworking idols in Heartkind Labels. She has gained so much respect from her peers and she always tries her headrest even when she doesn’t have to. She always exudes amazing leadership skills, she’s responsible, patient, and kind. She’s that way because she’s the oldest sibling in her family, taking care of her family was always her first instinct. She’s also known to be very reliable, always there to give advice or just to be a shoulder to cry on. Jade lost interest in her personal life though, only focusing on those around her. She barely did anything in her free-time and would ignore any personal struggles. She eventually would hit a breaking point, and then would rant to her mother before bottling everything up again, it became a cycle. And she refused to change it.

— birth name: Lee Kyungmi

— stage name: Jade

— date of birth: April 30th, 1998

— position: Leader, Lead Vocalist

— face claim: Park Jiwon

— vocal claim: Kim Yeonhee

𖧷 VANESSA !

𖧷 ༘*. Vanessa Shin has always been a very passionate person. Growing up she always did whatever sports or club she could, and still managing to be an A-grade student and handle her home life well. When discovering her love for music in 10th grade, she dedicated her next few school years to music specifically. Her friends and family adore her, she’s always got good humor no matter the situation and can be serious when needed. She loves to tease her friends, especially the younger ones and will always be honest and helpful to those she loves. That’s what makes her so loveable honestly! Sometimes though, mainly when stressed, she would have an outburst. Honestly, they were kind of scary for her. She would curse a lot and say things she normally wouldn’t even think of. When becoming a trainee, she was stressed a lot, so these angry outbursts became normal for her and those around her. She didn’t want it to become a habit but it quickly did.

— birth name: Vanessa Shin

— stage name: Vanessa

— date of birth: November 21st, 1999

— position: Main Rapper, Main Dancer

— face claim: Choi Yena

— vocal claim: Jang Yeeun

𖧷 KAT !

𖧷 ༘*. Katrina “Kat” Bae is the absolute sweetest! Growing up many referred to her as sweetie rather than her name due to her being so kind, she even considered making that her stage name! She always connected with those around her, and made friends easily. Her creativity and imagination helped her become very artistic, she loved expressing herself through fashion. Music was another passion she had, she would play around with instruments as she grew up, eventually learning to play the guitar, piano, and drums! Despite this, kids at school began to pick on her quite a lot. And unfortunately, it did get to her a lot. In 9th grade, Kat had developed a lot of insecurities and negative emotions she wasn’t used to. Her family, thankfully, noticed how down she had become and suggested an audition to her in hopes of cheering her up. She had actually taken up the offer, in hopes of becoming an idol. Her positive side slowly returned when she moved to South Korea and became a trainee, even though some of her fashion was looked down upon. She ignored those who disliked her, and expressed herself more freely as time went on!

— birth name: Katrina Bae

— stage name: Kat

— date of birth: June 22nd, 1999

— position: Main Vocalist, Center

— face claim: Kim Dayoung

— vocal claim: Jung Eunbi / Eunha

𖧷 THERESA !

𖧷 ༘*. Yoo “Theresa” Jian is the kind of person you can’t stop looking at. She’s captivating, she always has had a look to her that attracted people. She was basically her school's Heart throb growing up. Girls wanted to be friends with her and boys wanted to date her. Who could blame them? Her personality was no less than her looks either, she was always just so cheerful. She would participate in many class activities and help anyone who was struggling around her. But, if you got too close you would see the side of her even she herself hates. The selfish side. Unfortunately, when she became too close she would begin to take advantage of those around her. Without intending to, she would expect too much from them, she would be lazy, she would expect them to do all the work, to only tend to her needs. This led to a loss of close friends, leaving her by herself mostly. Even into becoming an idol, she refrained from allowing herself to make close friends, afraid to hurt them if she got too close.

— birth name: Yoo Jian

— stage name: Theresa

— date of birth: August 15th, 2000

— position: Lead Rapper, Maknae

— face claim: Kim Haram

— vocal claim: Kim Bora / SuA

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The Substitute Vol 5.

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Media Storm .2

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Anai E.

For the rest of the afternoon Anai focused on arts and crafts activities for the kids and Malikai joined in on playing Xbox until it was lunchtime. It was fun for her to watch every coming moment of the many ways Mayson and Malikai were bonding.

"You're pretty good at Fortnite dad, it came out while you were sleeping." Mayson told Malikai who smiled at his statement.

"Did it? I've actually always been good at video games, you didn't get your gift from your mom." Malikai told him as they turned the console off hearing Anai announce that lunch was ready.

"That makes a lot of sense, mom is definitely not a gamer." Mayson retorted as he followed his dad to the dining room table.

"Exactly." Malikai agreed.

"I saw you last night by the way." Mayson told him making Malikai stop in his tracks and he ran into the back of him from the abrupt halt of his feet.

"What?" Malikai turned around looking down at him with his eyes wide.

"Don't worry I won't tell mom you snuck in last night." Mayson whispered moving around him to continue out the living room towards the dining room.

His heart racing suddenly Malikai could've sworn he was careful last night but not careful enough to get by his clever son, "Shit."

Once everyone sat at the table with chicken sandwiches and plain chips in front of them talk about what the rest of the day included was going to be.

"I've always wanted to build a treehouse in the backyard." Mayson mentioned before biting down on his sandwich.

"Mayson." Ana's eyed him, "We've already talked about that, trying to bring it up because your father's here."

Malikai looked between them both chewing his food in silence, while Vanessa kept her eyes down at her plate with a smile.

"That's because he is finally here ma and we can get a second opinion on that I won't get hurt if dad helps Kenneth and I." Mayson argued back.

The statement made Malikai smile to himself but knew that Anai being stubborn, would take it as a defiance to her authority so he said nothing.

"I don't care if your father was sitting here or not. The answer is no Mayson, and for talkback you can go spend the next two hours in your room. No TV, phone, Xbox or Nintendo, got it?" Anai turned her head to the side at him surprised at his behavior suddenly.

"If he was sitting here or not?" Mayson looked at his mother with anger and hurt, "It's been or not for seven years, I've lost my appetite I'll go to my room now."

"Mayson!" Anai yelled watching him leave from the table to run upstairs.

"Nai." Malikai placed his hand on her arm as she tried to stand up and go after Mayson, "I'll go."

Kaylee A.

Tapping her emerald green gel polished nails on her black marble kitchen counter in frustration while Jasmine along with Andrea laughed while sitting at her dining room table sipping on margaritas Kaylee took a huge huff, "Are y'all serious right now?"

"It's honestly all I can do with the irony of how her ass ending up treating Joe. In the end I just think she's being petty as hell." Jasmine shook her head while picking her phone up off the table to unlock and scroll on her social apps.

"I agree, like you literally broke up with him and hooked up with his brother, now you want to be jealous because he's happy with another woman?" Andrea shook her head, "That girl need to focus on her own damn relationship before she lose the other damn brother."

"Riiight!" Jasmine laughed raising her glass to clink it against Andrea's.

"So y'all advice is..? Because she's part of our friend group." Kaylee walked out her kitchen to sit down at the table with them.

"Joe isn't the same guy he was seven years ago, point blank period and guess who obviously notices it now the most?" Jasmine asked looking over at Kaylee with a grim look.

"Wow." Andrea shook her head taking another sip of her drink.

"If he's who you choose, fuck it she had her chance to choose on waiting until he was ready to be serious about an actual relationship...or.." Jasmine trailed off looking over at Andrea.

"Fuck his brother?" Andrea asked like that was the right answer seriously then she busted out laughing.

"Yerp aha!" Jasmine laughed pointing at Andrea.

"I can't with ya'll." Kaylee shook her head laying her head on her hand while closing her eyes.

"Fuck how she feels, she can't respect your blossoming relationship with Joe because for whatever reason she doesn't want him to be happy screw that." Jasmine shook her head, "Why aren't you drinking?"

"I'm about to make one right now after what you just said." Kaylee sighed standing up to go back into her kitchen.

"We haven't been in touch with each other forever, I don't need Erica's usual drama bullshit when it comes to the guys in her life she screws up with." Jasmine spoke raising her glass to take another sip.

"What are we even suppose to be doing tonight?" Kaylee asked while pouring Jasmines brand that had been doing very well.

"Bryce said something about hitting up a new club that opened downtown, trying to reign anyone in that wants to go." Jasmine nodded, "Pretty sure Joe will ask if you want to go at any second. That is if you guys don't already have plans."

"No." Kaylee shook her head coming to sit back down, "I haven't seen him since the Fourth of July party Myla had on Thursday."

"Wait you've at least talked to him since then right?" Andrea asked sitting up in her chair, "I'm Bi and Joe is a hot piece of ass."

"Tell me again how this all went down at the party again because it's just an unfucking-believable story." Jasmine took another sip of her drink leaning back in her chair.

Taking a deep breath Kaylee shook her head, "She basically must've seen us talking and me thinking we're cool told her about getting to trying to get to know him and she said that I was breaking girl code."

"Girl code? Kaylee no, fuck that, mutual friends with this person that you barely know and just hang with because Anai does." Jasmine defended.

"I agree." Andrea nodded, "Like I said don't ruin whatever bond you've created over that girl, I wouldn't."

"Hell no." Jasmine added in, "Joe is a good guy."

"Thanks y'all, are we still going to this outing though?" Kaylee asked taking a sip of her margarita.

"Mhm, let's do it man." Jasmine finished her glass, "Dre and I already brought with us what we're wearing."

"Okay I'll go search in my closet for something." Kaylee stood up taking her drink with her.

"Hell yeah and we shall be judges of your 'fuck you bitch the boy is mine' outfit." Dre laughed following behind them to head upstairs to Kaylee's bedroom.

"Dre you've had too many of those." Jasmine laughed, "Going to be sleep before we even leave out."

Kaylee phone rang showing Joe's name across her screen making her stop in her tracks once she was in her walk in closet, "Shit."

"What?" Jasmine asked sitting on her bed.

"He's calling." Kaylee told them.

"Answer!" They both yelled in unison.

Kaylee laughed at them answering the phone and stepping back deeper into her closet after closing the door, "Hey."

"Hey, where you been hiding woman?" Joe asked like he wasn't trying to sound like he didn't care.

"I just been home honestly, hanging with Jasmine and Dre today. What's up?" Kaylee asked sitting down on the black stool that was in front of her full body mirror.

"I want to see you." Joe told her, "What you doing tonight?"

"Um, as far as going out nothing really." Kaylee smiled missing hearing his voice.

"There's this club that Bryce want to check out, you want to meet me there? Pretty sure Jasmine already know about it." Joe explained.

"I'd love to meet you there J." Kaylee told him softly biting down on her bottom lip.

"Alright see you soon." Joe spoke with a spark in his voice.

"Okay, bye." Kaylee smiled feeling her heart pound in her chest.

"Bye."

Ending the call, Kaylee closed her eyes placing the top tip of her phone to her chin.

"Bitch let's get to it!" Jasmine yelled from her bedroom making her and Dre laugh in sync.

Anai E.

Standing over the sink two hours later to clean up after having banana splits for a midday dessert, Anai noticed Mayson putting his white ceramic plate with his spoon on the counter with a sullen face as he looked to the floor. Malikai leaned against the nearby wall watching him after they ate their dessert together upstairs during their talk.

"I'm sorry mom." Mayson spoke slowly looking up, to place his light brown eyes on Anai's face.

"I forgive you Mayson. Go play with Nessa outside with what daylight y'all have left, I will discuss with your father more about this tree house." Anai placed her black dish rag in the sink.

"Yes mama." Mayson replied before turning around to look at his dad, "Thanks dad."

Malikai nodded at him watching as he ran outside to go find Vanessa with a satisfied look taking a deep sigh he went to sit at the dining room table.

"Whatever you said to him, thanks. He's definitely growing into..." Anai trailed off shaking her head. Feeling her phone vibrate in her lap she unlocked it to see the notification.

Jazz🙄: hey going to a new club tonight, you and Kai down to go? 5:05PM

Anai: nah, we're babysitting this weekend. Ken had to go out of town. 5:06PM

"A different person than the sweet little boy you remember a year ago?" Malikai smiled looking over at her.

"He doesn't even want me to hold his hand anymore." Anai crossed her arms over her chest looking out to the backyard.

"Believe me he does still just not in the way it started. Promise no one will have to take a trip to the ER when treehouses start going into construction in backyards." Malikai chuckled while sliding his phone out of his front hoodie pouch.

Anai walked over to him raising her right hand his way only outstretching her pinky finger, "I have your word?"

Looking from his phone to her hand Malikai smiled at it that she still did the same thing years later before raising his hand to hers, "Yes dork."

"It's like I'm slowly starting to deal with a preteen way too early." Anai slipped her hand out of Malikai's biting her bottom lip.

"I was the same at his age." Malikai informed her with a smirk placing his hand back in his lap.

"Going zero to one hundred million when you don't get your way?" Anai asked sitting down in the next chair at the table by him.

Malikai licked over his bottom lip before answering with, "I know you're not talking right now, he don't just get it from me."

"Yeah right, more from you than me. The sun is slowly setting again." Anai mentioned putting her sights back on the view outside.

"Hm, so you say." Malikai kept his gaze back down at his phone, biting inside his jaw on what he was reading suddenly standing to his feet out his chair, "Nai..."

Instantly his phone started ringing showing that his assistant Rebecca was calling him, "Fuck..."

Looking back at him Anai was confused watching him walk off to answer the call as well as Mayson and Vanessa running back to the patio entrance of the backyard.

"Mom what's the plan for tonight?" Mayson asked first, then looked at Malikai walking away to the front door.

"Yeah I'm actually hungry again." Vanessa took her hair out of her ponytail to retie it over again.

"Um, movie slash pizza night and no phones." Anai suggested looking over at Malikai who still had his back turned walking into the front living area.

"Seriously mom?" Mayson pouted up at her.

"Yes it's important that while spending time together we keep our attention on us and not on them so cough 'em up." Anai reached out both her hands to them waiting hoping that whatever broke in the media suddenly blew over by tomorrow.

"Okay..." They both said a little sadly handing over their phones.

"Go take your baths while I order the pizza." Anai told them while putting their phones down on the table.

While the kids watched the decision of Marvel movie night and ate pizza in the family room, Anai popped popcorn in the kitchen on the stove.

"Hey." Malikai walked up looking from the stove to her with a calm look.

"Everything ok?" Anai asked with the fact he had been outside in the driveway on the phone for almost over an hour.

"Yeah my team is currently doing everything possible to get media headlines under control. It's leaked through some unknown source, and we're trying to find where it came from." Malikai explained looking towards the family room.

"No phones rule for the rest of the night." Anai told him while shaking her big black pot as the kernels inside started to cook faster.

"Understood, that includes me?" Malikai asked with a smile her way.

"You're excluded being the center of trying to get this under control the best way how with your team." Anai looked over at him, "Mr. CEO."

"I won't know more until the morning." Malikai leaned on the counter with his back crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay, just keep me updated." Anai turned the knobs on her gas stove off to pour the popcorn in separate plastic red bowls on the counter.

"I will." Malikai picked up one of the red bowls popping some popcorn in his mouth, "Let's focus on the important things right now."

"I'll try." Anai sighed picking up two more bowls off the counter following behind him to go watch the movie with the kids.

Into the third Iron Man movie Anai noticed Vanessa sleep leaning on her arm while Mayson was doing the same to Malikai it made her smile looking over at them.

"They are zonked." Malakai lowly spoke rubbing his right eye with the back of his hand, "I got 'em."

"You're sure?" Anai asked watching him pick up Mayson in his arms before scooping up Vanessa next.

"Mhm you can relax mom of two for the past seven years." Malikai muttered with a small smile headed towards the stairs to put the kids in bed.

Leaning back on the sofa Anai used the remote to cut the TV off before closing her eyes, as much as she was glad for the distraction of movie night the thought of someone leaking things about Malikai's family to the media started taking over her mind. Over the years she thought about only the enemies that she's met or knew of that would want to hurt Malikai. Including Ebony into that mix only made the pool of people bigger, with knowing how she was. It made her wonder if Ebony was even trying to do what she can to find out who the source of the leak was.

Opening her eyes she took a deep sigh staring at the ceiling before standing off the couch to clean up popcorn that fell on it and the floor, "Bastards I swear."

"This has been a fun weekend." Malikai came back downstairs to help clean up, "Only eleven thirty two."

"Babysitting isn't all that bad when you have help, I'm glad you're here. Mayson is having the best summer he could possibly ask for just so you know." Anai smiled over at him.

"Same for me, I look forward to every future summer being just as fun." Malikai folded blankets while Anai brought the bowls filled with empty capri sun pouches in them.

"Me too." Anai agreed while starting to wash the bowls in the sink, "Have you heard anything from your-"

"No phones for the night remember?" Malikai asked leaning against the counter watching Anai.

"I said that rule didn't apply to you just for the simple fact that-"

"Not every headline is going to be fully eradicated probably until tomorrow afternoon. Meaning I don't need to be on my phone looking at the shit I already know regardless. My phone is off for the rest of the night till nine in the AM, it's okay I'm not worrying about it. You shouldn't either okay?" Malikai gave a sincere look that he was sure of his words.

"Alright." Anai shook her head continuing to wash the last bowl.

"I'm going to go ahead and head upstairs to lay down alright?" He started to walk out the kitchen.

"Yeah see you in a bit." Anai replied ringing out the dish rag and putting dried dishes away.

Once the kitchen was cleaned for good Anai turned off lights and headed upstairs to her room. Opening her door she didn't see Malikai nowhere in sight.

"Where is he?" Anai asked herself looking back down the hall.

Going back past the kids room to the guest room tiptoeing, she grabbed the golden doorknob opening the black door to see Malikai lying on the bed of a dark blue comforter on his stomach with his head on a pillow faced away from her still fully clothed.

"What are you doing in here?" Anai asked turning on the light looking around the room.

"Lying down like a normal human would do after a long day of looking after kids." He replied a little muffled from the pillow he was using.

"I get that by why are you doing that in here and not in my room?" Anai asked confused turning on the second light switch walking more in the room, closing the door behind her.

"The way you strong handled me earlier, almost busting my knee open on the counter before the kids saw us only hugging gave me the hint I need. So I'm in here." Malikai responded, "Can you turn the light back off."

"They're sleep now," Anai giggled, "Get up, come on."

"Mm mm, they might wake up and I don't need you pushing me off the damn bed next." Malikai answered not moving his body an inch, laying like a log.

"Kai." Anai poked his left side with a finger, "Seriously I'm not going to push you off the bed."

"You're not going to just lay and go to sleep either if I do come." Malikai countered.

"I'll lock my door." Anai laughed at him and his silliness, but she really wasn't playing either. Climbing on top of him she sat on his back leaning down to put her mouth on his right ear softly biting it, "Kai..."

"Remember earlier about zero to a trillion in not getting what you want?" Malikai asked with his eyes closed.

"Oh my gosh, we said a hundred million." Anai corrected him.

"I know the trillion for you, biting my ear because you know it turns me on." Malikai told her smiling on his pillow with his eyes still closed.

"It's been over a week." Anai spoke on his ear before licking behind it softly from the top down to the diamond in his earlobe.

"Anai Ericsson." Malikai groaned, "Get off me."

"No, I meant what I said about missing you and I just got off of my six days of mother nature." Anai whined in his ear squeezing the sides of his torso with her thighs.

"You have plenty of vibrators that I have personally bought you." Malikai replied with a serious tone that sounded like he was struggling to maintain.

Anai sucked her teeth at him climbing off top of him, "Do you truly forgive me? Or are you making excuse right now?"

"Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Seriously?" Malikai spoke on his pillow.

"What other reason would you not want to lay in bed with me Malikai?" Anai asked starting to feel like all her efforts to try and apologize wasn't enough.

Malikai laughed into his pillow as she grabbed another pillow off the bed hitting the back of his head with it, "You're being absurd and going to wake the kids up."

"Whatever." Anai groaned leaving out the room not turning the light out and closing the door.

Going back to her room she changed into an all black XL tshirt only and got in her bed laying on her side horny and irritated, "Childish asshole."

Five minutes later in the darkness she heard her bedroom door open and close then the lock clicked making her smile as she felt her covers being pulled back the smell of him invading her nostrils sliding in bed next to her.

"We're going to sleep." Malikai whispered in her right ear once he was fully intertwined with her body under her sheets.

"Kai." Anai begged with her eyes still closed, feeling by his body warmth that he only had his boxers on his body.

"What?" He asked holding her closer to him.

"Whispering in my ear and feeling your dick rub against my right ass cheek, no we're not." Anai said trying to turn her body towards him but his hold on her was strong.

"Shhhh." Malikai softly spoke on her ear, "That's because it's been a week just be still."

Using her mouth she used her teeth to softly bite down on the skin of his arm before licking it, "I can't."

"Nai..." Malikai breathed on the back of her neck, "I came in here so you wouldn't be mad at me."

"And..?" Anai pressed.

"Because you're my beloved. Now sleep please." Malikai sighed deeply feeling Anai moving her backside against him.

"And what?" Anai asked more lowly and sensually.

"It's obvious we can't sleep without being with each other anymore." He answered.

"Then why you locked the door?" Anai asked smiling on his warm strong arm before looking back at him as his head laid on her pillow.

"Because..."

"Because....?"

"I told you, I'm not trying to get pushed off the fuckin' bed."

"How can I push you when you're holding me tightly like this where I can't even move?"

"Go to sleep."

"Put me to sleep, then I will."

"Nai."

"Kai."

Turning slowly a little after a few minutes from his grip loosening on her, Anai connected her lips to Malikai's pushing her tongue past his lips "You forgive me?"

Reciprocating her kiss he pushed his tongue back against hers as she tried to move her body to move atop of his, "Yeah."

Not thinking about it Anai moved her face closer biting down on his bottom then top lip. Gripping her arms tightly he pushed her back down on the bed to lay on her stomach.

Leaning his mouth on her ear keeping his grip on her he grumbled, "You've always enjoyed trying to tell me what to do though."

Anai smiled biting her bottom lip, "I'm not I just-"

Her words halted by his hand easing its way slowly down her back by his fingertips got caught in her throat.

"Yes you are." Malikai whispered continuing his hand down her backside squeezing her ass cheeks before popping them hard with a slap.

The contact made Anai moan into her pillow feeling herself become more deeply aroused than she already was by his sudden forcefulness, "Kai."

"Hush, you asked for it." He spoke on her ear sliding a finger deep into her warm wet folds making her groan into her pillow.

"Baby." She moaned not having anywhere to run with his weight on top of her slipping inside another finger pumping slowly three times before pulling them out.

"Let's see just how much you can take Nai." Malikai kissed the back of her neck holding down her legs with his as he eased his fingers back towards the center of her vaginal opening and rectum area moving his fingertips in small circular motions.

The sensation was foreign never being touched before in that specific area Anai bit down on her pillow, "Shit."

"Take it..." He bit the back of her shoulder speeding up his fingertips against her sensitive flesh.

Biting harder down on her pillow moving her hips left to right as the sensation slowly built and filled in her body fully, Anai felt her legs going numb as Malikai continued his gentle grip of caressing both her cheeks repeatedly before going back to the same stimulated spot.

"Yes." She moaned out making him cover her mouth with his other hand, poking her ass out more towards the sensation.

"You like that?" He asked smiling on her cheek as she drew closer and closer to her peak, "Make you rethink trying anal?"

"Don't fuckin' push it." Anai groaned becoming lost in the pleasure of his hand on her skin, going faster and faster.

"Push?" Malikai chuckled sliding one of his fingertips against the opening of her rectum setting her over the edge.

"Oh fuck." She cried into the pillow coming down from the climax of her orgasm not believing what just happened. Slowly catching her breath she looked over at Malikai laying his head on her pillow with a look of passion in the darkness.

"Tired yet?" Malikai asked kissing the back of her right shoulder.

"No, I want to feel you." Anai turned her head to look his way leaning over to lean her face against his, softly kissing his lips.

Malikai leaned back as she climbed on top of him slowly. Moving his hands to her hips he swiped his thumbs slowly back and forth across her skin as she leaned up to take off her shirt, he moved his right hand up to her piercing in her navel feeling the diamond with his fingertips that was a solid reminder of their promise. Anai grabbed his hands to grip both her breasts as she moved the front of his boxers down for his fully erect nine inches to spring free upward.

Malikai looked up at Anai biting his bottom lip as she looked back down at him, "I love you."

"I want you." Anai whispered slowly easing her body to align with his length, sliding down it easily with how slick her sex was from the orgasm she just had.

"I want you," He responded back in a soft tone inhaling then exhaling out as Anai clenched her world around him without warning, "Shit Nai."

"Let's see how long you can take it now jerk." Anai grinned down at him moving her hips to start a rhythm like she was using a hoola hoop, "Like I've already told you, I do it because only I can."

"Fuck you." Malikai gripped her hips tightly closing his eyes making Anai laugh gently at him.

The next morning Anai rolled in her covers feeling in her sheets for Malikai but didn't feel his warmth at all making her open her eyes in panic from the past horrible feeling of not feeling him. Raising up out of bed seeing it was no sunlight coming through her blinds, it was obviously going to be another cloudy day with a chance of some rain. Looking at her phone after grabbing it off her bedside dresser she saw the time on her screen read eight nineteen.

Going to her bathroom door after fixing her tshirt she opened the door seeing Malikai sitting on the floor next to the toilet with his eyes closed and like all the blood was slowly draining from his face, "Malikai?"

Slowly opening his eyes, the grey stare on her lit up a bit as a smile broke across his lips, "Hey Nai, far cry from the intimidating Calculus professor you once knew huh?"

"Oh my gosh, what's going on? What hurts?" Anai dropped to the floor grabbing his face into her hands trying to stay calm.

"I'm alright." Malikai grabbed her wrists, "I swear."

"Kai." Anai felt her eyes filling with tears in being worried, "Do we need to go to the hospital? I can call Dr. Roman and.."

Suddenly she moved her legs she started to try and get up but Malikai held her with his hands to sit fully back down, "I'm alright, nausea...it's just a side effect of the medicine I'm taking so I won't need to go to the hospital love. Please."

"Are you telling me the truth?" She asked looking into his eyes that turned serious.

"Yes." He shook his head, "Calm down, I'm okay."

Taking a relieving breath Anai felt tears starting to fall again from her eyes as she laid her head on his chest letting him hold her close as she felt herself not being able to control her body to stop crying, "Is it because we had sex?"

"No. It's okay baby." Malikai spoke softly chuckling kissing the side of her head.

"Do you want some water?" Anai asked raising her head up off his chest, seeing he was slowly starting to look back normal after throwing up.

"Yes." Malikai took a deep breath, "Let's get up before the kids come up out of curiousness."

"They're already up?" Anai asked helping him stand up.

"Yeah, left them downstairs watching spongebob before I felt a wave nausea." He replied bending down to wash out his mouth in the sink.

Anai leaned against the wall of the bathroom behind him watching as he brushed his teeth and gargled some Listerine mouth wash, "Have you been a low-key super dad all this time?"

"No," Malikai wiped his mouth with a wash cloth on the sink smiling at Anai through the mirror, "I just know what time they wake up."

"And you're wrong Kai, you still intimidate me to this day, thirteen years later." Anai sighed looking him over, making him look back at her before turning back to the sink.

"Sure I do."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Anai asked again leaning up off the wall to wrap her arms around his waist.

Raising his arms to wrap around her body into a hug he nodded softly, "Swear I'm alright, you'll be the first to know if I'm not okay?"

"Okay." Anai closed her eyes wanting to hug him just a little bit longer before joining the kids downstairs.

Sitting on the couch watching TV with the kids Anai couldn't help but look over at Malikai sitting on the couch with Mayson out of worry.

Making eye contact with her, he made a funny face her way sticking his tongue out at her mouthing 'I'm still here.'

Smiling a little Anai nodded at him softly whispering, "I know."

Malikai's phone vibrated on his lap making him immediately raise it to his ear, "Wassup T?"

Trying to ignore that he was on the phone, Anai waited until he showed he needed to get up to talk about whatever was going on.

"Okay, lemme up Mace." He tapped his shoulder to stand up and walk out of the living room.

Anai watched him as he went to the back patio of the yard, closing the patio doors behind him, "Mama?"

Looking back to Myson, she gave a smile small, "Yes Mayson?"

"Is everything alright?" He asked.

"Yes babe. Why what's wrong?" Anai asked him.

"It's just that you haven't given us back our phones and Vanessa keeps complaining about it to me but won't say anything." He told her.

"Hey." Vanessa mugged him from her side of the couch she shared with Anai across the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry y'all. I'll go get them now okay?" Anai stood up not even realizing that she still had their technology, not just their phones.

Walking to the backyard patio doors in the kitchen, she cracked one of them slowly once grabbing one of the door handles to make sure it was even alright to give the kids back access to internet.

"How long ago?" Malikai asked on his phone sounding not alert in his tone but a bit of sadness, "Oh my God."

Anai's heart raced suddenly hoping they weren't going to have to leave the country from how distressed he sounded.

"Okay, yeah no I'll be more than happy to do that tomorrow morning." Malikai spoke last before hanging up his call.

"Kai..?" Anai gently called out to him making him spin around at the sound of her voice.

"Yes?" He slid his phone down into the black sweatpants that Anai noticed he wasn't wearing yesterday. She figured he must be having James and his team bring him clothes the past two days.

"The kids are asking about their phones." Anai told him, opening the door more while leaning on it.

"Um, it's fine. Things just got a lot more complicated anyways." Malikai nodded taking a slow breath.

"What happened?" Anai whispered biting her bottom lip.

Looking her over he crossed his arms across his chest, "Jalia is dead, they think it could be murder."

"What?" Anai couldn't stop her jaw dropping down before she realized it, then clenched tightly in disbelief. All in all she never could respect how the woman was hell bent on breaking her and Malikai apart but she'd never wish death on her.

The front door opened suddenly with Kenneth coming in suitcase and extra bags in tow, "Hey everyone I'm back."

Summer W.

"What the fuck!?" Summer yelled at the Townsend estate, learning the federal investigative bureau had no leads on her friends murder.

People in all black suits, FBI jackets stormed in and out on phones talking to each other working on finding out if Jalia possibly died at the estate.

"I don't think this is the end but just the start of problems." Detective Willis told Summer.

"What do you mean?" Summer was confused feeling more tears that wanted to fall from her eyes in not being able to process the death of a longtime friend.

"Whoever did this, has left a note saying specifically that and might be trying to target your friends Summer." He told her, "It's imperative that they all are warned."

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There was so damn much happening in this ep. Even though it didn’t quite unfold the way I expected, it was still oh so good. Several things jumped out at me. *This is a long post. I swear I tried to rein it in. Also I ramble in some spots, my bad*

Leaky Pipe

The first thing that got me was the leaky pipe at Tia Pepa’s house. Eddie came running to fix it but there was no leak, it was just a ploy to get him to her house for a blind date. We know that water symbolism is huge in 6b and linked to Buck and Eddie’s relationship. So the leaky pipe at Tia Pepa’s house feels like an intentional connection between Eddie’s love life and Buck. Both Buck and Eddie are “pouring into each other” with time, love, energy, etc but both are leaky pipes in way because they are:

Still healing individually

Uncertain about how the other man feels

Uncertain about romantic the possibilities with each other

Afraid of messing up the best thing that ever happened to them

We know that the leaky pipe at Tia Pepa’s house is nonexistent; she actually said “it fixed itself”. I took that to mean that Eddie (and probably Buck too) feels like he’s broken or damaged goods as a romantic partner, but he’s not and he’s actually done a ton of work on himself that makes him/will make him an excellent romantic partner if he chooses to pursue a relationship.

FireFam Dating Advice

This scene was unhinged and I need the writers to meet me outside. I just want to talk!

Buck: Well I mean you could always just conveniently forget to text her.

Chim: He’s not gonna ghost her, Buck.

Eddie: Yeah, and she already texted me.

I mean come on! Buck was playing it cool but he absolutely does not want Eddie to date. If Eddie dates and things get serious then it threatens his existing relationship with the Diaz family. Buck was as subtle as a brick! The Diaz family is his family! He would never outright stand in the way of Eddie’s happiness but just like the Ana situation, Buck is giving Eddie side-eye about choosing someone else over him. Buck is taking on the roll that Eddie took on when Buck was dating. Eddie was nice when he did speak but mostly silent during Buck’s dating era. Buck is doing the same thing. He’s trying not to interfere. Eddie was better at it than Buck which feels in character to me. Eddie is an old pro at keeping his feelings to himself, mostly. Buck is less good at that. He wears his heart of his sleeve so he blurted out that Eddie should just not text Vanessa. Mind you, Eddie did not say he would never do that! He instead said that Vanessa already texted him which implied that he was stuck!! He couldn’t just ignore her, even if a part of him might have entertained doing just that to avoid the anxiety of dating when he already has a husband.

Eddie: Now I got to figure out how to let her down easy.

Buck: Ooh. You’re not good at that.

Eddie: No. I’m not. It’s a terrible idea. It’s not going to end very well.

WHAT?! First of all, Buck’s face journey through this conversation was epic. Second of all, Buck called Eddie out! This is a clear callback to the Ana situationship and foreshadowing that Eddie was absolutely going to find a way to not date Vanessa seriously. Buck is not being a butthead during this conversation, like at all, but it’s clear that he does not want Eddie to date. I just hate being forced to date. Hmm. I wonder why?!

Eddie then agrees that he doesn’t let folks down easy. Due to his tone in this part of the conversation, I have no doubt that he was actively remembering the savage way he ended things with Ana. He also remembered the “I thought I would eventually fall in love with you but actually I’m a mess and also my heart already belongs to someone else” of it all!

I also found it absolutely fascinating that Eddie used a version of Buck’s line from the poker game: “This is not going to end well”. I know fandom views the poker event as a Buddie date and now I think Eddie canonically did too! The shared line makes the poker date and the Vanessa date parallel in Eddie’s mind. Maybe the poker date felt like a failure to Eddie because it was like a date but wasn’t an actual date. On the flipside we have the Vanessa date which was a date but was still a failure because neither of them was ready to be in a serious relationship. The two “dates” were similar in that one or both parties weren’t ready! But the difference is that Eddie was upfront with Vanessa and managed to talk to her about not wanting to date. Eddie hasn’t said anything at all to Buck about romance but I think his heart was definitely in date mode at the poker game. I repeat: WHAT?! Holy crap!!

Eddie: It feels like I have to perform.

Hen: Maybe you’re just anxious about said performance.

Eddie: Anxious? Who’s anxious?

Chim: Tia number 3 has entered the chat.

Hen: First of all, 99% of any first date, arranged or otherwise, is a performance, so get over yourself. Second, it’s okay to feel nervous. Vanessa is probably at work right now panicking too.

Eddie: I do not panic.

This whole segment of the conversation is unreal and left me spinning. Eddie is a person who spent his whole life performing, pretending, and doing what was expected of him. Now, he’s healing and looking inward and sussing out what he wants and learning that he deserves every happiness for himself and not just for Christopher. Dating feels like a betrayal of his journey to realness. Huh. I wonder why. Just focusing on the therapy/healing aspect, I get it, but there’s still the unspoken but very much relevant Buck of it all. Eddie may still play some things close to the vest with Buck but he is not lying or pretending with him. He’s himself with Buck. Hen’s suggestion that Eddie is afraid of failing to perform/meet expectations feels queer as hell. She’s the voice of heteronormativity in the conversation. Hen is the queer character speaking life into Eddie’s struggle with repression and comphet! Her comments are double-sided. She’s talking about Vanessa on the surface but underneath it all is the question of “how long are you going to keep playing this comphet game? Maybe you aren’t any good at this game anymore because you’re healing and you’re learning to be true to yourself, Eddie!”

As Chim says, Hen is the FireFam Aunt. She’s the tia putting gentle pressure on him to sort out his feelings about performing versus just being. Sure she normalizes the fears that come with dating and the performance aspect that’s inherent in that but she also highlights that the particular performance that he’s feeling compelled to engage in is not the issue. It’s his fear of NOT PERFORMING. FINALLY. HIS FEAR OF AUTHENTICITY IS THE ISSUE SHE’S RAISING SUBTEXTUALLY.

Eddie claims that he’s not anxious. In a sense he’s not. He’s managed the fear he had of going with the flow and doing what’s expected but now he has to accept and move into the next step. He has to put himself out there. Being actively authentic is another beast entirely!

The “I don’t panic” comment from Eddie sent me to an early grave. The loud callback to his exact struggle with Ana, expectations, and “ready made family” was genius! His Tia’s hope that he will start dating again inevitably had to callback to that significant realization Eddie made in s5. He has to decide if he is going to go back to that or cut his own path to romantic bliss...with Buck.

I think it’s vital to note here that Tia Pepa doesn’t necessarily expect Eddie to be with a woman. That’s who he’s dated in the past so that’s who she sets him up with. But the focus is on him recognizing that he can have a romantic relationship if he wants one and that it’s okay to pursue one. He does not have to be romantically solitary.

Again, during the whole conversation BUCK’S FACE IS DOING ALL THE THINGS! He looks a little timid when he suggests that Eddie simply not text Vanessa back. Buck looks amused when Hen suggests that Eddie is afraid of performing sexually like he knows better. He smiles big when Eddie pushes back and implies that he’s not anxious about that and is fully confident in his sexual prowess. Buck is Team Sexy Eddie but he is not feeling Dating Eddie is the person he’s dating is not him. But he’s trying not to let on that he has a vested personal interest in Eddie not looking at other people!

In other news, it was super interesting that Buck was drinking water through the conversation and was the only one doing so. The emotional flood that Buck is navigating was on display at the lunch table. And the emotional flood that Eddie is navigating was on display in the ep overall. Agua on the way, people!

Vanessa Date

The Vanessa date is parallel to the poker game/date through Eddie’s outfit and through the hip-hop song playing in the background. The song starts with references to money. Also, Vanessa is such a loud choice for the person to turn Eddie down. She’s a woman who was abandoned at the altar and is still processing that loss. She’s therefore not ready for another relationship.

That felt like an interesting parallel to Eddie himself who was left by Shannon, but the difference is that Eddie has done his processing of that. What he is still processing is his budding feelings for Buck and - I would argue - whether or not he’s capable of and worthy of being a better/good partner to someone else. I wholeheartedly believe that Eddie is still processing the partner part of the Shannon debacle. I love Eddie with all my heart but he was a terrible husband to Shannon and I don’t know that he’s fully processed all of the guilt and anxiety that came with that particular failure. Or at least not well enough to feel comfortable entering into a serious relationship with his best friend whom he loves to the moon and back. Eddie refuses to make the same mistakes in love with Buck or anyone else that he made with Shannon.

Oh and fun fact, Eddie is wearing his buck/chris watch on the date with Vanessa. The blue-faced one that says he’s on the clock to figure something out.

Bobby Review

First of all, this scene was hilarious. Second, Eddie admitted that he shouldn’t be so bothered by Vanessa’s rejection since he’s not interested in her anyway. So the dialogue is of course about something/someone else.

Eddie: I didn’t even get a chance. She just left me there, hanging.

Bobby: Eddie, we are not here to review your date.

Eddie: Uh, yeah, sorry. Uh, it’s a lot to process.

Bobby: Didn’t expect the brush-off, huh?

Eddie: Well, not gonna lie. It was probably the worst one yet.

Bobby: Wait, you didn’t even want this date.

Eddie: Yeah, so it shouldn’t be bothering me, right? Yeah. Maybe Hen’s right. Maybe I’m anxious about not performing.

I think Eddie’s talking about a few different things here. On the surface it’s about Vanessa of course. She brushed him off which bruised his ego (even though he wasn’t interested in her) and he’s generally anxious about getting back out into the dating world. But when we dig a little deeper, I think he’s actually talking about Buck...maybe because I’m biased and I think all roads lead to Buck.

If we take the poker game as a date, Eddie was fun and comfortable in his own skin and he was with Buck, his person. But Eddie “didn’t even get a chance” with Buck because Buck and Eddie are still dancing around the romantic elephant in the room plus Buck is still sorting himself off while also recovering from the lightning strike. Buck obviously had no idea that Eddie might possibly want to date him. And Eddie certainly didn’t explicitly ask him out on a date.

Eddie saying that Vanessa brushing him off “was probably the worst one yet” seems weird if we take the poker date as the other thing on Eddie’s mind (consciously or unconsciously) because how could it be worse to be brushed off by someone he never wanted to go out with? But then when we dig into it, Eddie was performing with Vanessa. He was performing for Tia Pepa, Tia Cuca, and for Vanessa herself. Performing the expected role and doing the expected thing ie going out with her as a courtesy. He was doing everything right while also honoring himself, his own growth, and the fact that he doesn’t want to get involved with her romantically. He checked all the boxes and then it was Vanessa who brushed him off! Eddie did the (comphet) dating performance even though he didn’t want to and got pushed aside as a romantic option. I think that felt worse to him because he was doing everything “right”. ‘

On the flipside, with Buck, Eddie hasn’t admitted any romantic feelings to Buck, he hasn’t figured out how Buck feels, he hasn’t done anything formal/official to take it to the next level so not getting his chance and/or being left hanging is the be expected in that situation. Romantically, he risked nothing and gained nothing at the poker game with Buck. Remember, he (and Rosen) even bowed out of the game at one point. He chose to linger in the background admiring Buck from afar.

Maybe I’m going to hard on this and it’s not Buck related but I don’t really believe that if I’m being honest because it was all just too weird and blah otherwise.

Eddie’s callback to Hen’s comment was interesting too because he didn’t say he was afraid of failing or performing badly. He said that maybe he’s afraid of “not performing” which I read as maybe he’s afraid of being honest, of being seen, or being authentic and genuine, of taking risks, of going for what he wants! In another light it’s also the fear of not doing the comphet thing that he’s used to and that others expect and instead choosing to be the authentic/genuine Queer King that we all know he is.

When all of the above is combined with Bobby’s call for balance:

Bobby: But maybe it’s time to find the right work/life balance.

Eddie: Mm, feels like I have that. Me, Christopher, we’re a good team.

Bobby: And you’re a great father. But there is more to life, and I think even Christopher would agree. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can get back out there.

I think it confirms the Buck of it all. Eddie can have more in life than just fatherhood and the firefam and the team. He can have someone in his life that lights the romantic fire in him and that’s totally Buck.

Tia Pepa Grilling

Bobby’s point above echoes Tia Pepa’s point in the opening of the ep and again during the grilling. Honestly, I can appreciate her point about getting set in ones ways. A kind of rigidity can set in if we don’t have anyone or anything providing an alternative perspective or healthy resistance or pulling on our heart strings. Obviously romance isn’t the only way to keep from settling into a narrow pattern in life but that’s the angle the show has taken and I’m willing to roll with it.

Tia Pepa doesn’t want Eddie to be romantically alone and he admits that he doesn’t want that for himself either. That got me thinking about Eddie’s conversation with Carla in What’s Your Fantasy where she mentioned how people tend to avoid speaking about a dream/crush because it makes it real and fantasies don’t always pan out. Eddie is afraid of speaking the words. Remember Boggle from 601, the word search game? Eddie is looking for the words. He has so much to say to Buck and he hasn’t formulated the words yet. But when he does?! Hot damn! We’re all gonna lose our minds!!

The conversation with Pepa is Eddie getting one step closer to verbalizing who/what he wants in life. One step closer to speaking the dream into reality and acting on his feelings. Yaaasss King, we love to see it!!!

#buddie #eddie diaz #911 meta #911 6X14 #911 fox

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Let Them See (Finral x Vanessa Fic)

While guests at the Heart Kingdom's royal wedding, Finral (drunkenly) takes a big step in his relationship with Vanessa.

Relationships: Finral Roulacase/Vanessa Enoteca, Charmy & Finral Friendship, and Charmy & Vanessa Friendship. Briefly Mentions Gadjah/Lolopetchka (because it's their wedding) and Langris/Finesse (in one line)

Genre: Romance, Drunken Confessions, Drunken Flirting, Drunken Kissing (there's a lot of drinking here), Secret Relationship, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Slice of Life, & Charmy being snarky (even though I can guarantee she doesn't want to be here)

Rated: T for drinking and descriptive kissing

Word Count: 2516

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, Black Clover fandom friends! I know I haven't been writing much BC lately, but I've had this story in my drafts forever as part of a massive work I'm not sure will ever get finished (sadly) so I've decided to post this "chapter" as a standalone for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy it. Many thanks to @delirious-donna who proofread this way, way back in the day, and a big thank you to anyone who reads this! I really appreciate your support! Cheers! 💕

Link to Work on AO3. Full Text Below the Cut. Thank you for reading!

“Care to dance?”

Vanessa could barely hear the groomsman over the loud music and excited chattering of the wedding reception, but she caught on well enough as he held out his hand to her. Usually, she would have found this kind of attention flattering, but in this particular case, she had been trying to keep a low profile and being continually asked to dance was making it difficult.

She sighed and shot Finral a glance across the table. “Well…actually…”

“It’s fine,” Finral mouthed at her with a wave of his hand.

“You don’t mind?” she asked confusedly. While they hadn’t being seeing each other for very long and hadn’t told anyone about the relationship, Vanessa still wasn’t sure that Finral would be comfortable with her being whisked away by other men while she was technically here with him—even if no one knew that except them. Perhaps, he was thinking that they weren’t entirely exclusive yet or that it would be suspicious if she kept declining when she was asked to dance.

Whatever his reasoning, Finral shrugged and reassured her “No, go ahead—you should dance if you want.”

With a slight shrug of her shoulders, Vanessa was soon led to the dance floor by the groomsman, and Finral returned to his drink. She glanced over at him periodically as several other men cut in and pulled her away from the man who had originally asked her to dance—offering her their hands and several delicious cocktails which, if she was being honest, she enjoyed much more than their company. By the time her squad mates interjected and whisked her off to dance with them instead, she had lost sight of Finral in the crowd of celebrating wedding guests.

“Have you seen Finral?” she asked Magna, but he merely shrugged with a slight shake of his head.

“At the bar maybe…?” he suggested before Charmy interrupted in between forkfuls of dessert.

“Maybe he’s getting cake—it’s delicious! You should go get some.”

Vanessa excused herself to—as far as her squad mates were concerned—follow Charmy’s advice not to go looking for her pseudo-secret-boyfriend. She rubbed her hand across her forehead at the thought. How drunk was she that she was suddenly thinking of Finral as her boyfriend? Or perhaps it was entirely the opposite, and it was a part of her that was still a little too sober that wanted to label their relationship…

Vanessa pushed the thought away, but her head was already spinning. Just in case it was in fact the uncharacteristic sobriety, she downed the drink in her hand and stopped by her table to pick up the shot of tequila she had left there—at least she hoped that was her table... Stumbling a little, she made her way to the bar where she found Finral leaning on the counter surrounded by empty glasses with various decorative straws and umbrellas.

“There you are,” she said taking a seat next to him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Finral shrugged before taking another swig of his drink as Vanessa hailed the bartender to order whatever he was having. “Taking full advantage of the open bar, I see…” she teased.

“You seem to be having lots of fun yourself—you’ve danced with practically every guy here…”

“Except you,” she answered before she gave him a playful scolding. “You haven’t asked me to dance all night…”

“Haven’t you danced enough with everybody else?” sighed Finral tilting his glass and watching the red and orange swirls tumbling in the otherwise clear liquid.

“Listen, I only did that because you said it was alright.” Vanessa picked up the drink the bartender had left for her on the counter and took a swig before she tilted her head pointedly at him. “You’re the one who basically snubbed me…”

Finral rolled his eyes before he downed the rest of his drink waving at the bartender for another. “You wouldn’t be able to tell that with the way all those men were falling all over themselves just to talk to you. They’d still be trying to dance with you or getting you drinks if Luck hadn’t threatened to fight them all.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous…” A slight smile spread across her lips as she tilted her head and snaked her arm around his back.

“No, I’m not the jealous type,” he answered with a sigh as he picked up his next drink. “But…but that doesn’t mean…” He stopped—his slurring voice trailing as he stared down at his hands. He bit his lip. “Can I ask you something?”

Vanessa’s brow furrowed, but she answered, “Sure.”

Finral sighed but wouldn’t—possibly couldn’t—meet her eyes. “Are you…embarrassed to be with me?”

Vanessa hands seemed to move on their own as she reached out and pressed her palm to his cheek, tilting his face up at her. “What? Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Well we haven’t told anyone that we’re—you know…”—the volume of his voice dropped—“kind of a thing now…It’s like this big secret…which yeah, has been kind of fun but I don’t know… seeing you with all those men tonight—they’re so much stronger and more charming, more handsome, and all around better than I am…” He paused and shrugged his shoulders. “I just wondered if…maybe you didn’t want people thinking you settled…”

“Finral, that’s not how I feel at all…” Vanessa smiled slightly, sympathetically. “We both agreed it would be best not to tell anyone at first—in case it didn’t work out, remember? It would just make things awkward… Our friends would never let us live it down, and we would’ve had to sit through the Captain’s lecture on the ‘one rule’ for nothing.” Vanessa chuckled lightly and winked at him in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Considering we’re probably the reason he made that ‘no babies on the squad’ rule in the first place, I’m sure he’d have a lot to say…”

Finral’s slight twitch of smile quickly faded. “Do you really think we’re going to break up…?”

“Are we together?” she asked though she was unsure if it was all the alcohol or her curiosity getting the best of her that caused her to be so blunt.

Flushing, Finral swallowed hard. “I…I like to think we are, but—”

“Well in that case,” Vanessa cut him off—unable to hold back the smile that tugged at her lips. “I’d say it’s still pretty early in the relationship to say what could happen.” She sighed with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “We could still end up breaking it off... Not everything lasts forever, right?”

“I like to think some things do...I mean look at Gadjah and Lolopechka—they’re perfect for each other. They’re probably going to grow old together and die holding hands.”

“Lovely sentiment for their wedding,” quipped Vanessa before she took a sip of her own drink.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way…” Finral sighed. “There’s something really beautiful about it, I think.” His face softened, and he had an almost wistful look in his eyes as he continued, “You can just tell how much they love each other. I’ve never been to a wedding like this before. Most noble marriages are arranged so weddings are pretty stuffy, formal and solemn—with everybody just trying to make the best of a bad situation. Even if the couple really is happy or content together, like Finesse and Langris, you wouldn’t be able to tell because of the way everybody is acting.”

Vanessa took another sip of her drink. She hadn’t been to a lot of noble weddings in the Clover Kingdom, but based on her experiences at Langris and Finesse’s alone, she couldn’t argue with Finral’s logic. “Sounds peachy… The Clover Kingdom aristocrats just have to ruin everything, don’t they?”

Finral’s mouth twitched in the corners before he stared down at his glass and sighed again. “That’s not what I want…I mean sure, I’ve always wanted to get married but not like that…” He paused—that wistful look returning to his face as his eyes widened and seemed to light up at his words. “I want a wedding where everybody says, ‘Wow, look at how much he loves her’ and ‘Can you believe how deliriously happy they are together.’”

“You really are such a hopeless romantic, aren’t you?” Vanessa teased affectionately ruffling his hair. A blush filled Finral’s cheeks, and he shuffled his feet against his barstool.

“Maybe…”

“What about her?” asked Vanessa running her hand through his hair.

“Who?”

“The bride in your dream wedding—does she love you too?”

Finral’s blush deepened, and he looked away from her. “I hope so…but I understand if she doesn’t…”

“I’m sure she does…” Vanessa reassured him. Disentangling her fingers from his hair, she stroked the side of his cheek with the back of her hand until he met her eyes again. Her voice grew soft, gentle as she continued, “I don’t know how she couldn’t…”

Surprising both Vanessa and, seemingly, himself, Finral cupped her face in his hands. He suddenly leaned forward in his barstool and kissed her—just barely a brush of their lips, tentative yet sloppy somehow, probably from the tequila she could almost taste on his breath. Her eyes fluttered closed, and maybe it was all the alcohol talking but she couldn’t care less about anyone seeing them.

“Ah!” shrieked a voice followed by the clatter of dishware falling to the floor. Vanessa pulled back. Clearly, she had thought that much too soon as she found Charmy staring at them utterly dumbfounded—her third or fourth piece of wedding cake smashed on the ground. Finral’s face turned a bright rosy shade of red as Charmy exclaimed, “I don’t care how drunk you are—you can’t kiss Vanessa!”

“But…but Charmy…” Finral protested his words blurring together as they tumbled out of his mouth. “You don’t…you don’t understand… I think she’s the one.”

When Vanessa failed to stifle a giggle, Charmy rolled her eyes at her. After a pointed huff in Vanessa’s general direction, she turned her attention back to a very red-faced Finral with a stamp of her foot and crossed arms.

“Oh no you don’t. We’re not doing this again! If you start banging your head against the wall, I swear…”

“Why would I…?” Finral began with a trailing voice and confused tilt of his head. “Oh…” he said at last with a thoughtful nod and an awkward, drunken chuckle. “It’s not like that, Charmy. I promise…” Finral insisted again before staring into Vanessa’s face. “I…I love her…”

As he met her eyes, Vanessa could feel the heat rising in her cheeks—that blush that only came out when she drank too much. Her head was spinning with a rush of something she couldn’t quite place in the woozy haze of alcohol, but before she could say anything, Finral turned back to Charmy and said, “But don’t tell her that because… I don’t want to scare her away…”

Charmy blinked at him. “I’m sure you can handle that on your own…” she quipped causing Vanessa to burst out laughing. She frantically covered her mouth with her hand as Charmy added bitterly, “Though believe me, I want nothing more than to pretend I didn’t hear that…”

“Thank you, Charmy,” said Finral with grateful tears in his eyes, and once again, Vanessa found she couldn’t hold back her intoxicated giggling. He was such an emotional drunk—it was kind of sweet, in a way. Charmy, however, was unamused as she shook her head and turned her attention to her with a huff.

“I can tell the two of you are drunk, but are you really going to let him kiss you like that?” Charmy rolled her eyes, and Vanessa wondered if she had ever looked so exasperated. “Not to mention that other thing…”

Vanessa’s brow furrowed as if she was contemplating this thoughtfully—though her mind was clouded and hazy from too much liquor. “Charmy has a point…” she said at last turning to Finral. Her playful frown quickly shifted into a teasing grin. “I’m not going to let you kiss me like that…”

A somewhat delayed look of genuine confusion passed over Finral’s face before Vanessa leaned forward in her stool and pointed her finger at him. “You call that a kiss?” She laughed as Finral’s blush deepened. “I’ll show you a kiss…”

Without the slightest forethought, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. She could feel him jerk backwards in surprise, but her hands frantically raced across his nape and tangled in his hair pulling him back to her with an almost desperate ardor.

“I hate you both,” muttered Charmy bitterly when they broke apart from each other both breathless and red in the face. “And I’ll never forgive you for making me ruin my cake. I’m going to get another piece…” She sulked off leaving them once again alone at the bar though this time with Finral looking like he had just been whacked on the back of the head with one of Asta’s anti-magic swords.

“Woah…” he finally stammered at last. “That was…a kiss…”

“Yeah it was,” Vanessa teased with a flirtatious wink and an almost smug, lopsided grin.

“Vanessa…Vanessa…” he breathed before his face suddenly fell. “I’m so sorry…I…I just told Charmy that I love you…”

“That’s okay…it’s just Charmy. She thinks we’re just messing with her. Plus, we’re all used to you saying stupid things when you have too much tequila…” Vanessa laughed again as she playfully tapped his nose. “You’re drunk. I am too, but at least I’m not a lightweight.”

Finral sighed. “Yeah…maybe…but…but I…I really do love you, Vanessa…It’s not just the alcohol…” His voice trailed as he met her eyes and gently pushed a piece of hair out of her face. “I…I think this is it…I’ve finally got it right…” His face flushed before he frantically added, “Is it…is it too soon to say that?”

“Maybe a little, but…” Vanessa smiled snaking her arms around his neck again. “As long as you don’t start telling random strangers I’m the only one for you and banging your head against a wall, I’m okay with that…”

Finral stifled a laugh. “That’s not funny.”

“If you get to say corny romantic things when you drink, I get to make bad jokes,” she teased pulling him close to her.

A blush filled his cheeks as his warm breath brushed against her skin. “Someone…someone will see…”

“Ah let ‘em,” shrugged Vanessa—her speech beginning to slur. “They’re bound to find out eventually…” She pulled him close enough to feel his racing heartbeat, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as she stopped a tantalizing mere inches away from his face. “Unless…” she breathed before brushing her lips against his. “You wanna go somewhere they can’t see us…”

#finessa #finral x vanessa #vanessa x finral #vanessa enoteca x finral roulacase #finral roulacase x vanessa enoteca #black clover fanfiction #my writing #happy valentine's day

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sukunasun · 1 year

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How do you write so well? I also want to write and find my own style but i always end up deleting my works because I can't bring myself to like them. They are too simple or too repetitive. It would be great if you could offer me some advice. (If you don't mind.)

hey anon! thanks for reaching out, hm...honestly, i struggle with liking my own work too, i guess we're all our own biggest critics :( and i can only speak from my own experience so my word isn't law haha but ive compiled some of my thoughts on this + some citations i think could help add perspective:

read as much as you can and study the writing you like: goes a very long way. if you like distinctive styles of writing like with prose and such then find writers who are known for that, off the top of my head—proust, joyce, brontë, tolstoy, cervantes, etc etc. but always explore, read non-fiction, read a script, read poetry. analyze themes, characters, dialogue ...or don’t? sometimes reading is an experience, not mental gymnastics, but take in how you feel about the stuff you read and digest them.

“The first, of course, is to read. It’s surprising how many people think they want to be writers but they don’t really like to read books… — From 'This is Octavia Butler’s best writing advice.' by Vanessa Willoughby. Read on LitHub / 'An Interview with Octavia E. Butler' by Randall Kenan. Read on JSTOR "You need to study what writing requires. Writing has rules, conventions, requirements. There is form. Writing is more than your thoughts about characters. Drama has structure. You can learn." — Excerpted from Miss Chloe: A Memoir of a Literary Friendship with Toni Morrison by A. J. Verdelle. Read on LitHub

observe: listen to conversations around you, the way people talk and react to things, the way they interact with one another. expressing and repressing. or watch films, what do images and scenes look like in your mind. i learned a lot about transitions and flow from movies. take things from the world around you. find what inspires you to write? i usually listen to music!

characters: if writing fanfic is your thing then take the time to think about the characters, their motives, desires, weaknesses, etc etc. read the source material or read hcs and form your own opinion.

"Events, in and of themselves, have no meaning. Lightning striking a vacant lot is pointless; lightning striking a vagrant matters. When an event adds a character, suddenly nature’s indifference fills with life." — Excerpted from CHARACTER: The Art of Role and Cast Design for Page, Stage, and Screen by Robert McKee. Read on LitHub (read this once for a creative writing class and thought it was really helpful)

it’s all in the little things: have fun with the details, think about the way a room is lit in the afternoon, or the way a ripe mandarin orange tastes, smells, you could also describe it in action—citrus and pulp and a zesty rind that spits from beneath your fingernails—fill in the blanks with texture and colour and give them a life of their own.

"If you are going to describe a spoon or a chair or a tv set, you don’t want to simply set these things into the scene and let them go. You want to give them some weight, connecting these things to the lives around them." — From 'An Interview with Raymond Carver' by Larry McCaffery and Sinda Gregory, 1985. Read on JSTOR. (finding the balance between vomiting out descriptions and knowing when to leave things as they are is a struggle for me haha, i get caught up way too much on crafting atmosphere when all the scene calls for is like a sentence or two... i guess its about knowing which is more important, keeping in mind pacing and such too. but im a big believer in instinct, you’ll know whats better for a scene when you read it like fifty times and think... 'maybe geto’s internal monologue and a valid ‘heart beating wildly in his chest’ is enough..’) <3

re: writing styles: ultimately has to do with your personality and how you see the world/the scene you're conveying to an audience. i suppose style stems from the way you weave and thread words together, how you place one word after the other. i think it’ll come to you the more you write, rather than aiming for style, start with the story and the way you look at things.

A unique and exact way of looking at things, and finding the right context for expressing that way of looking, that’s something else. . . . Every great, or even every very good writer, makes the world over according to his own specifications. It’s akin to style,... but it isn’t style alone. It is the writer’s particular and unmistakable signature on everything he writes. It is his world and no other. This is one of the things that distinguishes one writer from another. — From “A Storyteller’s Shoptalk,” by Raymond Carver published in The New York Times in 1981.

let your writing be something else, just not yours (in the best sense): sometimes the hardest thing is knowing that your writing will forever be tied to you, there’s a sense of ownership there, like a mother who’s birthed a child after a whole nine months, you’ll work on something for the longest time and not want to give it to anyone, but it has to sort of...get out there. and not every piece of writing will be a precious baby, sometimes it’s just an onion in your garden you found and thought to use in a stew, but the point is that eventually, it’ll belong to the world should you choose to post it. letting it go is catharsis. when i don’t have to look back on it, i can just write the next thing. even if you don’t intend on posting it, i find that i could always just leave things in the drafts, in a document folder, in scraps of paper, and move on to the next thing. i know i can always come back to it.

i guess...you just have to write? one word after the next until you’ve filled up a page or more. the difference between crafting a beautiful sentence you’re satisfied with and a repetitive, simple one is a whole lot of trial and error + practice (and suffering).

“The only sentence that matters is the one you’re writing.” Do not look ahead two or three sentences, thinking, Oh, but wait, I have to get through two or three more of these sentences before I can get to the really good stuff. Make the sentence you are at the place you are at, and make it a place of stone and steel, not a place of sand and clay. Fashion this sentence out of what has gone before on your page, always moving forward by looking back. Turn, swerve, torque and twist upon what you have written, finding new ways to render your object, and through these maneuvers, finding the way to write your heart out. — From 'The Gordon Lish Notes' by Tetman Callis. Read here.

eventually, you’ll look at the stuff you hate and find ways to make it better, and even then maybe you won’t be completely happy with it but i think it’s important to note that it’s a rather harrowing thing because you’re staring at it wondering if it’s something to be shared...that’s a lot. ultimately i feel it’s perfectly fine to write because you enjoy it, of course, some might say it doesn’t have to be perfect, but because you want it to be good, there needs to be a sense of care and responsibility to make it so.

You write as well as you can and hope for good readers. But I think you’re also writing for other writers to an extent—the dead writers whose work you admire, as well as the living writers you like to read. If they like it, the other writers, there’s a good chance other “intelligent, adult men and women” may like it, too. — From 'Raymond Carver, The Art of Fiction No. 76' by Mona Simpson & Lewis Buzbee for The Paris Review

sending you love and cheering you on! i hope you find this helpful in some way!

#thanks for sending this in i hope its helpful!#im not the best at this haha please do let me know what you think!#ask #anon

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apollo-gate · 1 year

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How would ROs react if they were walking with MC and suddenly someone said, ,"You two make a great couple!"? How would reactions change in crushing and relationship stages?n

Alright so two react can tots do that.

So crushing is first then the Relationship is next.

In Crushing

Alice: Will look at the Mc to gain there reaction. But will play it off as they are just friends.

Helena: She will start to laugh very very loudly and drag the Mc away. You cant tell but her face blushing really hard.

Lisa: Will freeze. Lisa will let out a small whimper. really really small. Then will huff and try to say something along the lines as we work together. But it doesn't come out right.

Becca: Will not smile per say but will look at the Mc with a smirk and say "Not yet. But soon."

Daniella will let out a squeak. And if it's really loud she will want to go inside herself. It's worse if the Mc hears her. Will manage to form a sentence "We"re not!!!" Her eyes will widen. And will be worried if she just ruined everything.

Vanessa for all purposes will not be fazed well her ears will be red and a blush on her cheeks. "We are well were just." Will not want to just say friends as she doesn't want to hurt the possibility of more.

Azalea will be confused by the word Couple. Will wait till they are away and ask the Mc what that means. (Azalea is used for the terms Mate and mt heart. The translation from the Thrallean language and any human language is difficult.)

Kent will shake his head. "Sorry, but we are colleagues." Later when he is home will overthink why he said that. Then will go speak to spoiler about some advice.

Naamah will wrap an arm around the Mc and smile "I think so too." She hopes you will be with her this time. After all, she can't take the darkness alone.

Blaze will snark and just avoid the comment. Will turn to the Mc to change the subject. Need to get that out of the Mc head like now.

Zero will fumble for his phone. Might drop it. yeah, he drops it. He was already surprised now his phone was down. Zero is just embarrassed now.

In relationship stage

Alice: Will pull the Mc in a protective hold. "We do. I haven't noticed." Alice won't know what she did as it's a subconscious action.

Helena. "Oh no. Mc makes us great." She will look at Mc with dreamy eyes. Will have a purple glow around her.

Lisa will smile. She will be too excited to say anything. She is just so excited. The tail goes super fast. So it's just more adorable.

Becca will smirk. "Yes, we do. Do you want a picture?" Will let the person take a picture as long as Mc is ok with it.

Daniella will smile shyly. "I mean we are good. But that's because of Mc." Will touch the Mc because of a slight anxiety for speaking of the relationship.

Vanessa will beam with happiness. "I know. Can you believe they chose me? Me." The person is now a victim of getting the story of how it happened. She's just so happy. And wants to share that happiness.

Azalea will get hot as they know what that means now. They usually could control their heat on their scales and emotions to a degree. Will look at the Mc for help.

Kent smiles he feels good. No, he feels really damn good for the first time in his life he feels on top of the world.

Naamah was it ever a question. The two most beautiful beings in the cosmos are together. But Naamah will just smile and kiss Mc on the cheek.

Blaze will smile as the person just encourage him to do something. Will use the Mc momentum to spin them and kiss him. (He's shorter than the mc so he's limited.)

Zero will let out a small laugh. Will just look at the Mc like it's the first time all over again.

#ZeroRO #BlazeRO #NaamahRO #KentRO #AzaleaRO #VanessaRO #DaniellaRO #BeccaRO #LisaRO #HelenaRO #AliceRO #anonymous #bear hug 🤗 for you anon

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purpleplaid17 · 7 months

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Jess Watches // Wed 27 Sept Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Orphan Black (rewatching with mum) 4x06 The Scandal of Altruism

Sarah and Cosima set up an agreement with Susan Duncan. Meanwhile, Krystal is in the police precinct to report what she believes is going on with the illegal use of stem cells in cosmetics production.

The final scene of montages as we finally learn of Beth's final movements and what led her "To Train". All happening while Cosima breaks down outside the burning van. Still as devastating and gut wrenching watching again years later.

Killjoys (with friend) 1x09 Enemy Khlyen

Dutch realizes Khlyen is on level 71 of the RAC. Johnny and Dutch devise a plan to get to him and ask D'avin for help.

Johnny see the plasma and being like "Ooh, I'm gonna touch it." And Dutch briefly outsmarting Khlyen was very satisfying too.

Supernatural Academy (with friend) 1x11 Supernaturals of New York Part A

In the human world the twins feel sick because of the silver wall paint that hides their presence. Jae and Jessa to go out to buy some plants to cover the walls with to weaken the effect of the paint. They are spotted by Hali and are forced to clue her in.

Hali being super respectful of Jae's pronouns, then painting a rainbow on their face and gifting them her heart pride pin. <3

Avatar: The Last Airbender 3x16 The Southern Raiders

Azula ambushes the group, forcing them to split up again. In order to earn her forgiveness, Zuko helps Katara find the group of soldiers responsible for her mother's death.

When going too see Sokka for advice, Zuko bumps into Suki, who just happens to be out for a late night stroll. It then cuts to Sokka in his tent clearly ready for a romantic rendezvous, but pivoting the mood to help Zuko.

Van Helsing 1x06 Nothing Matters

Tensions at the hospital escalate when one of Brendan's followers is nearly killed by one of the booby-traps. Vanessa and Susan plot with Doc to help Axel take back control of the hospital.

I still do not trust Susan but I did love her skeleton hand jewellery.

#orphan black #killjoys #supernatural academy #avatar the last airbender #atla #van helsing #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 8

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@soniccrazygirl and @♪Lullaby_⁜_Anon♪, I have some interesting suggestions for the UCN AU:

This is random but I really love the imagery of Shadow yanking Burntrap by his feet and slamming him into the ground repeatedly like Hulk did to Loki in Avengers before yeeting him into the Blob’s territory to be dismantled.

Michael and Vanessa bond over cooking sweets while helping each other overcome their residual fears with grounding exercises, aside from Shadow helping them with their feelings of disconnect from reality.

Vanessa fears hurting Gregory again, being patient enough to wait till he makes the first interaction with the REAL her. She suffers from phantom pains on parts of her soul that have been scarred by William for refusing his commands. She wants to connect with Gregory and have the same bond as she does with Michael but isn’t sure where to start. The others are surprised that Shadow Bonnie gave her a Glam Bonnie plushie and gets along well with her, until he explained why he has no issues with her.

Gregory suffers from nights where nightmare versions of the Glams attempt to kill him and he has to survive till morning. (Reference to FNAF 4) They begin to vanish when Shadow gives him the Fazerblaster from the Plex, thus making him feel a bit safer at night. He does understand that Vanessa and Vanny aren’t Vanessa but still is afraid of Vanny popping up and killing him again. It gets better after Shadow sits them down for a heart-to-heart.

Gregory, like Michael are slow to leave her alone when it’s revealed she has a fear of isolation, it worsens at night when she has to sleep. Gregory fears starvation from when he was alive, phantom pains of hunger hit him occasssionally, making him double over. Terrance turns to Michael’s mom for help with this since she may have a better grasp on what to do.

OCM contemplates when he became the honorary grandpa that the three go to for advice for dealing with trauma and nightmare therapy for Michael and Vanessa. He does help Vanessa with her lost memories. Headcanon William messing with her memories in an attempt to break her before creating Vanny. Vanessa gets along swimmingly with Michael’s mom and enjoys when she’s around. The same is said for Gregory, after getting over her presence.

The missing children are slowly overcoming their guilt but it’s an uphill battle as they make progress, reminders rear their ugly heads out to push them back down. OCM monitors their progress, even let’s them take a dip in the smaller pool beside his lake to confront the reminders of their guilt.

OCM, Terrance, Gregory, and Michael’s mom are against the others, excluding the mcs, from interacting with Vanessa, there is no trust lost since they don’t believe that the adults WON’T say anything that will spiral her back into depression.

Gregory has indeed terrified and ensured that the nightmares, excluding the Glam-mates, won’t visit after ambushing Nightmare and committing arson on Fredbear and Nightmarrione.

Lots of cool ideas.

#soniccrazygal answers #ucn au

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Take a Chance On Me

Word count: 2,472

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem! Reader(no y/n)

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Warnings: stress about future events, reminiscing on the past, fluff.

Author’s notes: SOOO hi again, yes I’m back again. Sorry for the inconsistency peeps, I’ve just been overthinking about the series and I realized that I wasn’t having fun writing because of posting. Those notes tend to haunt you on bad days and I had a lot of those so I took the executive decision to stop until I got my shit together. I’m spacing out my updates too to limit that feeling sooooo I hope that explanation makes sense for my two month break in uploading. Other than that I hope you enjoy this chapter, I cried while writing it... IT’S NOT SAD NECESARILY I’m just emotional!!

Chapter 29: Picture Perfect

It’s been a weird couple of days, you couldn’t quite describe what you were feeling but you knew the sensation of it was too familiar. The pulling in your chest causes the ceaseless anxiety of the situation that you’re in to take a physical effect instead of a purely mental one.

It was Thursday once again and maybe it seemed to your body that it was physically preparing itself to take on more stress. You told both Isaac and Liz to take a break today because the pair have not stopped working since Saturday. You need to take your own advice and let yourself relax.

The plans were already set in place, Isaac was going with you to Chicago, you’d drive with the van, make contact with Felix, and if that didn’t pan out… you sighed to yourself. You guys have a backup plan for a reason, you’d make contact with Vanessa to see if she still knew dirt about some people around. Hopefully she had dirt on Austin, hope was all that you got at this point and you couldn’t help but worry.

Your body wanted to be in constant movement but your mind wanted to sleep so that’s what you were trying to do. Forgo any responsibilities for some good quality rest. But again that feeling in your chest didn’t leave and it’s become increasingly difficult to stay still. That’s it, you had to get up to move even if it was just to pace because laying made the thrumming worse. Laying makes you feel stagnant.

It felt too foreign to stop for a moment and rest. It felt that the thrumming was your body's way to tune yourself and try to relax. You paced out of your room and straight to the living room in hopes that the change of atmosphere will calm the stress. What were the others doing on their day off again? Isaac said something about going out and visiting some new restaurant he’s been wanting to try. Liz said she was gonna stay in and read with Tara by her side keeping her company.

You were just planning to sleep in but that thrumming was picking at you and you were afraid you’d unravel. Take a break damn it, take a break. Why couldn’t you just do that! It was a simple task to just unwind, right? What did you do to unwind…

Did you forget how to…you stopped pacing at this realization and took a moment to reflect. How long have you pushed yourself? How many years has it been since you’ve told yourself that you could relax? You’ve convinced yourself that this thrumming was normal.

The statue that you built over the years has crumbled and now you are picking up the pieces to knit them back together. You now only realize that it’s been broken for centuries now. It didn’t crumble until it was shoved into. You didn’t realize the damage that caused you to harden and crumble took away the vices you used to relax.

You closed your eyes and went off to your room with a mission in mind. You knew it was somewhere in here. You went off to your closet and sat on the floor looking for the item to wield the pieces back. Old boxes with trinkets you didn’t have the heart to throw away.

Boxes that contained things that would be nonsensical to anyone who ventured foot in your closet but you kept anyway. Ticket stubs, scribbled notes with barely legible handwriting but words that meant the world, letters from the past, old yet meaningful tattered books, nostalgia filled comics with bent pages, and the item that you looked for.

It was cracked but you could still use it, cracked at the lens. You tilted the dusty camera around to see if there was any more damage and the crack was the only thing that was of notice. You hummed to yourself to see if the battery still worked and luckily enough it turned on.

You made a squeal of excitement and the battery was at low percent but you could manage to see if the lens was that bad. You sighed to yourself but still inspected the remains of a forgotten time of your life and decided to look at the photos in the memory card. What happened when you pressed the past photos was a flood of memories that you somehow forgot. You looked intensely at the pictures of old friends huddled together for a somewhat blurry picture. You choked back a wet chuckle as you looked at more and more pictures from events you can’t believe you’ve forgotten. Images zipping through your mind sending you back to the past.

Every event you recalled with pride as you picked apart when and why it took place. Most of them were taken in the apartments of your friends or for special occasions. You laughed a little because they insisted on you taking the pictures even though you repeatedly told them they’d come out wonky.

“Oh but moonpie, it’s a perfect picture to look back on. Just take the picture,” the whisper of a ghost spoke in your ear as you recalled the day clear as that cold November night.

“Stop calling me that you-you big ol’ dork,” you muttered back at the group trying to convince you to take the picture. You ultimately conceded and you are forever grateful that you did.

“Moonpie,” you giggled to yourself, setting down the camera that was going to be a little project to expel excess energy.

The tears that stung at the corners of your eyes dampened on your sleeve. It was nice to remember the times that you could but it still grabbed onto your throat as a reminder of what was gone. You decided to indulge yourself with the memories from your box and so you held the bits of ticket stubs in your fingertips to remind yourself that you were tangible. You hummed to yourself as you looked back at old writings and feelings that were easing the dread from your chest. The thrumming turned into buzzing that pooled to your arms flowing into your fingertips; where the unease seeped out of your system as you perused down memory lane going through things you used to do. You shouldn’t have stopped these things…maybe you could pick them up again, act like no time has passed.

Exhaustion gripped your body and you decided to pad off to your bed to finally sleep in and you reached for your phone to see if you could find a new lens for that specific camera. The relay of different messages greeted you as you unlocked your phone. You giggled at the images of Moss that Liz sent you telling you that she was doing fine. You hummed happily at the news and told her that you were glad she was resting.

Then there was Isaac who sent you excited messages about the day of break he had.

Isaac: do you think I could make a decision on take out next time we’re at your place

Isaac: don’t answer that I know what you’ll say and it’s obviously yes

Isaac: oh shit I forget you fell asleep uh anyway the sauce!?!? so good!?!?! please can we eat here as a group I want to try so much more things

You giggled again at the text messages that illuminated your face in the darkness of your room and just as you were about to respond a familiar face enveloped your screen. A blurry picture that he took of himself, you loved his goofy grin. To say you didn't answer it in a heartbeat was a ridiculous statement.

“Well howdy, how’s my favorite cowboy,” you grinned and the soft chuckle that you grew familiar with rang in your ears. You knew he’s been busy these past days since he’s left so he hasn’t had time to call over the phone. It was a lot of texting back and forth between the two and you grinned to be able to hear him again.

“My sweet, sweet girl, I’m doin’ a thousand times better now that I can hear you. How are you my love,” his tired voice seeped out of the screen causing you to wonder about the amount of work they piled on him.

“I’m doing better that's…” you stared at the camera that you left on the floor of your room. “That’s for sure, I’ve been a bit on high alert but I think I got things to keep me busy.”

“If it’s more things related to the mission I don’t think that’s somethin’ that’ll help you get out of your head,” his tired voice muttered out.

“Not mission-related, I promise. I have a little project that I wanna fix up,” you confessed to him somewhat at ease being able to express a thing that lets you not think about anything too important. He made a noise of intrigue.

“What’s this little project, my dear?”

“I wanted to fix up my old camera,” you moved the phone closer to you hoping you could hear him better.

“Camera? Didn’t know you were a photographer, is the camera up to par?” He was curious about the situation and you were happy to answer all his questions.

“I wasn’t a photographer, but I can sure take better pictures than you,” you heard a noise from Jack and immediately giggled.

“I have a perfectly steady hand,” he argued, causing your cheeks to hurt from how hard you were grinning.

“You do have steady hands…which are very nice to look at but you can’t focus the image with them,” you confessed absently. “It’s okay though, you can steady it and I’ll help keep focus.”

“That’s why we make a good team darlin’,” he yawned sleepily and you grinned at the yawn after darling.

“Baby do you want to go to sleep? I know you’ve been swamped in New York so it’s alright to get some rest. We can talk later?” You knew you had a busy weekend ahead of both of you so taking up those extra hours of rest would be crucial.

“Mmm in a minute my dear, wanted to tell you somethin’ important that couldn’t wait till mornin’,” his tiredness was pushed down and replaced by excitement.

“Oh? What is it?” You couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he wanted to tell you at the moment.

“I booked a reservation tomorrow ‘round seven, for one of my favorite restaurants,” he said with what you assumed was a grin and you hummed at the fact he was treating himself for a day to enjoy himself at a restaurant in New York.

“That’s great my love! You can have a nice and easy day eating what you want when you’re still over there,” finding moments, where it wasn’t just work, were moments to enjoy and you were glad he’d be able to do that.

“No darlin’ you misunderstand me. Lemme rephrase that. I booked a reservation tomorrow ‘round seven for us,'' you blinked repeatedly to make sure you weren’t reading into things.

“Me and you?” You just needed a verbal confirmation that this was indeed reality and not something that your brain was misconstruing.

A soft chuckle traveled in your ear and immediately the excitement at Jack coming back bubbled to the surface.

“Yes me and you…just me and you.”

You couldn’t believe it. You genuinely believed that he was going to stay in New York for the total of this month, not a handful of days.

“How-how are you able to come back so soon,” you knew when Champ issued a punishment he meant it. So the ability to just come back so soon amazed you.

“Pulled some strings, wanted to see my girl,” you grinned wider than you ever did before. He promised you a date when he got back and you were so glad he kept that promise.

“Are you flying out tomorrow?”

“Mhm, gonna see you soon my dear, gonna take you ‘round the town,” he hummed trying to paint the picture of what tomorrow’s going to look like.

“I can’t believe it! I’m just so excited “ you didn’t know what to say, you haven’t been on a date in years and the idea of going to one of his favorite places to unwind sounded dreamlike. “I love you.”

“I love you too darlin’,” you hummed at those lovely words.

“I’ll pick you up ‘round 6:30? Give you enough time to get dolled up, then the rest of the night we have a moment to ourselves,” you bit your bottom lip in thought at the moment alone comment. Hoping you could just have more than an afternoon with him but you’d have to leave for the mission the next day.

“Darlin’,” you realized you were silent for a bit too long.

“All that sounds good Casanova,” you huffed because you wanted to say more. You needed to let yourself say more. “I was thinking, that maybe you could stay the night tomorrow, “ you let it slip out taking the anxiety with it.

“Dinner and gettin’ to sleep next to you is all I need to survive my dear so I’d very much like to stay the night.” He yawned out and you couldn’t help but giggle at the fact he was still trying his best to stay up and charm you at the same time.

“My love, go to sleep. I’m going to see you tomorrow, remember?” You stated the last part for yourself because you were still in awe of the fact you’ll be able to see him. His voice rumbled out a reply that you couldn’t quite hear. “What?”

“You’re amazin’, you know that love? Such a captivatin’ soul.'' Oh yeah, he was officially out of it. You haven’t seen him this tired since you accidentally woke him up on the jet years back. It was a small mission and you remember waking him and those dark crinkled eyes shined up at you and in his words, he thought you were the “brightest thing in the sky.”

It was something that you routinely brushed off back then but remembering those small moments made you smile now. What a dork.

“Loverboy, get some shut-eye. I’ll see you tomorrow,” his sleepy voice hummed at going to bed.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too my sweet boy,” you ended the call to let Jack rest and you sighed happily at being able to see him soon. You knew that your dreams for the night were going to consist of scenarios where days and feelings like this was the norm. Oh, how you wished those dreams would come true for you.

Taglist: @shadowolf993 @salome-c @marydjarin @captainstormborn @athalien

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x female reader #kingsman the golden circle #take a chance on me #fluff #my fanfiction

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