#i don't even know how to respond to nice asks anymore without sounding like a broken record so i'm abusing gifs

[lizadale]

I must confess that your Dimigi stories are the reason I even started a Tumblr Account and ever since then, I have not regretted one bit, especially with how it's going now, so thank you for that.

I really love how you have constructed your own version of Dimentio and how you portrait his relationship with Luigi, who speaking of which, I love how you have made Luigi fear, hate, highly tolerate yet still love Dimentio all at once, it's amazing and addictive in a way.

I also really like how your have made a chaotic normalcy with them that they both adapted to, it's really beautiful. Especially when other characters join in like KB or Antasma and even Daisy who's her own version of chaos.

(I also really like your Shadow Queen, I'm obsessed and need more which makes the Shadow Prince AU a big fav of mine alongside Mafia)

wweh ;u;

[patricia-taxxon]

Attempting to extend sympathy to my younger self via self insert fiction.

"Hello there!"

I looked up from the lunchbox on my lap towards the source of the sudden loud voice, standing four or so feet away from me was a… dog? He stood on two legs, an eager look on his face. I looked around, none of the other kids were nearby.

"Hello?" I said back, a little confused.

"My name is Paul! What is your name?" The dog replied, both in an oddly formal tone of voice and… loudly, even though he was close enough to grab.

"My name's Bradley." I said, and went back to my PB&J.

"How old are you, Bradley?" asked Paul, in that same babyish but too-formal tone, almost like a robot.

"I'm eleven." I replied, without looking up.

"I'm ten!" He said back. "Nice to meet you!"

Several seconds passed, and he didn't move or look away. I realized he was waiting for me to say something.

"Nice to meet you too, Paul." His tail twitched as I said that, but he quickly moved his paw behind him to hold it in place until it settled. "Sorry," He said, before asking another question. "What do you like to do?"

His awkward storybook-speaking was offputting to me, but no one ever talked to me at recess, especially not completely out of nowhere like this. I answered his question, "I like playing Smash Bros," but I don't know why I thought of that first. I didn't really feel like finishing my lunch, I started to pack it away for later.

"What's that?" He said back. Was that a joke? He looked curious.

"Uh… it's a game, you can play as different Nintendo characters and fight each other." I waited for him to respond, but he was still listening. "You can uh… you can be Sonic."

"That's really cool!" He said. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Hm? Oh, okay, I guess." I replied. The dog's tail instantly sprung to life, and he once again moved his paw to stop it. "Sorry," he said, and moved swiftly to sit on the bench next to me, a bit closer than I thought he would. He looked up towards me like he wanted me to keep talking, or… it looked like he was looking at the top of my head, I wasn't sure.

Instead of explaining Smash Bros anymore, I asked a question myself to take the pressure off. "What do you like to play?" Paul blinked and his ears perked up. "I like Marble Blast Gold!" He almost yelped out, before drawing back. "But… shhh, don't tell anyone. I'm not supposed to talk about it."

That didn't make any sense. "Huh? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It's the best game ever, you like… you roll, and you have to… like, you have to get to the end. Uh." He stammered. "But I'm not… I'm not allowed to play it anymore, my teachers said I'm too obsessed."

"That's bullshit." I spat.

"Yeah!!" He yelled, leaping up onto his haunches, tail wagging up a storm, until he noticed again, and pressed his paw to stop it. "Sorry." he said.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Doing what?"

"Stopping your tail." I pointed to his butt. "Aren't you like… a dog, or something?"

Paul cocked his head like I asked him a really stupid question. "Yeah? Why." He said, carefully.

We stared at each other for another couple of seconds. I didn't know how to word my questions without sounding awkward. "I've met a lot of… dogs, and wagging tails is pretty normal." I felt insane saying it out loud.

"Well I'm special!" Paul beamed. "I can talk, I can stand on two legs!" He got up and stood upon the bench, barely reaching eye level with me. "I'm in a class for special dogs only." He bumped a fist on his chest.

"Oh… okay." I said, not really understanding. I guess the rules were different for dogs that talk. It felt weird watching him do that though, and saying sorry for it too. "Are special dogs… not supposed to wag?" I asked.

"Yeah. No wagging." He replied. "'Cus humans don't wag."

"But humans don't have tails in the first place." I looked behind myself to check. "So you don't actually know if humans would wag or not, right?" I was getting seriously weirded out by this conversation, but I just kinda kept going. "How'd you learn to talk, anyways?" I asked, Paul looked like he was processing what I said very slowly.

"Like I said, I'm special." Paul repeated. "I'm learning how to make it disappear, like everyone else. First I gotta learn how to keep it still, though, so the magic works."

"Magic?" I said back to him. I mean, it wasn't all that weird compared to meeting a talking dog, but the word still threw me off.

"Yeah, lookit!" The dog hopped off the bench, hunched over with his back facing me, and started screaming like he was about to go super saiyan. I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking at, I was too startled. I might have been imagining things, but I think I saw his tail slowly retracting into his body like a lazy snake.

"Paul! What the fuck are you doing??" I shouted, but instead of responding, Paul just… went silent and flopped onto his side. I quickly rushed over, yelling "Are you okay? What just happened?" I looked over his body, flat on the asphalt. His tail had grown all the way back and… his body shrunk. His head was halfway tucked into his shirt like a turtle. His paws barely poked out of his sleeves, pointing directly forward from his body. He didn't look like a kid anymore, he looked like a dog that someone stuffed into some kid's clothes.

After a second, I thought it wouldn't hurt to poke him. "Paul? Recess is almost over." I poked at his chest, and he rolled onto his back limply. I suddenly felt silly trying to talk to him, like I was trying to reason with a pet. I tried a different approach, I clapped my hands and rapped on my knees. "Hey! Up! Food!"

Paul's eyes shot open, and he sneezed, before wiggling his legs to right himself. He took an instant and a half to realize where he was, and he suddenly cowered, looking straight at me, shivering. "Hey, what's wrong?" I whispered. He looked side to side, back at his own doggish body, and back to me. He blinked, looking like he was about to run away.

"No, no, it's okay." I tried to be reassuring, I'd never had a dog before so I didn't really know what I was doing. I almost forgot that I'd just been talking about Smash Bros with him. "Uh… do you like granola bars?" His ears perked up, and his tail swayed, his new… anatomy making it hard to reach back and stop it this time. I grabbed my backpack from behind me and rummaged through it for leftovers, I got the other of the two bars inside the wrapper, the one I didn't eat, and held it out in front of me. Paul approached me slowly, his nose twitching. "Can you… eat this, even?" I asked, as he sniffed the crumbly rectangle. He licked it soon after, and started nibbling and snarfing after that. I watched carefully, scared to make any sudden moves.

Paul looked up at me again, and I noticed his eyes were a little different. More definition, like I could tell a little more what he was feeling. His new eyes looked concerned, like he was waiting for me to do something bad. He reached up with a paw, it was looking a bit more like a hand now. I let go, and he held the bar himself as he munched away, sitting plainly on his knees.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Maghic." The dog said through a full mouth.

"That was magic?" I replied. "I saw your tail shrink, I'm pretty sure."

Paul swallowed. "How much?"

I thought back, the image was still clear in my head. "Like… barely at all. A couple inches?"

"Aw…" He looked disappointed in himself.

We sat in silence for a bit, but there was a question I wanted to ask. "Why do you want to get rid of your tail? Like… that looked painful."

"Mrs. Millie said I can go to the regular class if I can turn human," the talking dog said, proudly.

"You're pretty bad at that." I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his ears without thinking. Paul looked like he was about to take it personally, but suddenly lost his train of thought as my hand touched his head. "Bwuhhf…" He woofed under his breath, his tail twitched and his paws lost their thumbs again. I quickly pulled my hand back, "Sorry! I didn't…" Paul's eyes took a second to form together again, and he looked right at me, "That wasn't fair." he whined, but his tail was still wagging.

"You really are a dog!" I said, glancing sneakily behind him. Paul followed my gaze to his own tail, yelped, and quickly pressed it down with both paws.

"Oh, come on, stop it." I joked. "It's psyching me out, it looks like it hurts when you hold your tail in place like that."

Paul turned his head back at me. "It doesn't… hurt," he said, slowly and surely.

"Hm. Whatever you say." I got up and went back on the bench. After I turned around to sit down, Paul was already running towards me. I didn't have any time to think before he bounded into my lap and butted his head into my chest while his tail went crazy. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but he was pretty small, I got it back in just a second. Paul yipped and barked, maybe there were some normal words in there too, but I couldn't understand it. This is where I realized he wasn't a very special dog after all, I think he was just normal.

I scratched behind his head and stroked his back through those baggy clothes, and this time he didn't mind. He might have been crying, it was hard to tell, I didn't really know what dog crying looked like. Eventually, he settled down. I couldn't feel his shoulders anymore, he seemed in danger of falling out of his shorts if he wasn't careful. I had a dog in my lap, an extremely normal dog. He stretched his body up and rested his head on my shoulder. "I like you, Bradley." He said, a little too slowly, and a little too loudly. I didn't know what to say to that, he barely knew me. This was all very weird. "You're a good dog." I said back, just because it felt right.

I could feel Paul's body shaping up into a more human posture again as he regained composure. He let go, turned to the side, and sat down on the bench next to me again, staring at his paws in his lap. I leaned over, "You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just put his paw on my wrist and started twirling the hair under my sleeve.

I quickly jerked my hand away and covered the hairy skin. "Don't look at that!" I snapped.

"You have fur too!" Paul yelled.

"No, no, that's hair. I'm just…" I didn't want to explain, it was too embarrassing. I looked like I had my dad's arms, I hoped that no one would see. "It's a condition."

"Oh. Okay." Paul stared into the distance again. We sat in silence for another couple awkward seconds before the bell rang.

"Bye, Bradley." the dog said, scampering off.

"Bye, Paul." I waved after him, being sure to hold my sleeve up with my other hand.

[sluts4matt]

y/n cops an attitude with Chris while they argue so chris bends her over the table and fucks it out of her by overstimulating her? idk. just an idea.

ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT

pairing: rough!dom chris x latina!reader

summary: chris had been a bit jealous of yours and matt's relationship lately, the two of you seeming closer than before. this irritates you however, and you're not afraid to voice it.

warnings: SMUT, pet names, slight praising if you squint, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, slight dumbification (sorry not sorry)

word count: 1207

author's note: boys being jealous of another guy and fucking you so good as a reminder that you're only theirs will never NOT be attractive to me. (if you saw this poll this was originally called attitude problem 🤪)

"are you serious right now?" you ask walking into the kitchen. chris is sitting on a stool by the counter, a can of pepsi in front of him while he scrolls through his phone.

chris looks up at you, a neutral look in his eyes. "what?" he mumbles as if he didn't hear you.

"are you seriously jealous of my friendship with matt?" you ask, annoyance rising in your tone. he scoffs, "when did i ever say this?" he asks.

you walk closer to him, crossing your arms. "you don't need to say it for me to see how fucking obvious it is," you groan, "i mean shit, kids your fucking brother and the only thing i hear anymore when i'm around is snide remarks and comments that don't actually need to be said."

the look on chris' face irritates you even more, "its the fucking passive aggressiveness towards him for absolutely no reason."

"he's not the one dating you," chris snaps, "he shouldn't have your twenty-four-fucking-seven attention," he states, "but guess what? he fucking does," his voice growing louder.

"and you wanna know why?" he asks rhetorically, standing up, towering over you. "because he's the perfect gentleman. he's fucking nice to you, and kind to you, and does all this stupid little shit that he knows you fucking like."

you kept your mouth shut, craning your neck to look up at him. "if you like him so fucking much," he states, "why don't you go fuck him instead?"

he was trying to piss you off, and it was working. you felt yourself get annoyed. "maybe i will since my actual boyfriends being a little bitch," you snap.

it took a minute for chris to respond, the look in his eyes showing anger. he was pissed, and you didn't know whether to feel satisfied or afraid.

he leans closer to you, and your back presses against the table, the corner digging into your skin. you didn't move, staring back at him with a similar glare.

"you wanna run that by me again, sweetheart?" he asks, his hands going to the edge of the counter, trapping you between his arms.

"maybe i will since my actual boyfriend being a little bitch," you repeat. the look on his face darkens and before you knew it, he flipped you around, bending you over the table. his hand lands down on your ass, hard. a whine escaping your lips at the sensation.

"is that a fucking attitude i'm hearing?" he growls, leaning down to your ear, "because if so, i think it's time someone gives you an attitude adjustment."

you whimper, feeling his crotch press against your ass. his fingers grip your hair, yanking your head back, "you know, maybe i should call matt in here, since you love him so fucking much."

you didn't respond, feeling his other hand slip underneath your skirt, pulling your panties aside. he was pissed, and the way his fingers rubbed at your cunt were proof of that.

"chris-" you start, only for him to cut you off. "shut up," he growls, unbuckling his belt. you felt his hard cock pressing against your pussy, "if i'm not getting my girl, no one else is," he states, the tip of his cock teasing your hole. "'specially not fucking matt," he growled.

he slams into you without warning, and you scream, not expecting it. "fuck!" you yell, feeling him immediately start to pound into you. the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

"yeah, i forgot to tell you, baby," he grunts, one of his hands holding your hips, while the other gripped your hair, "i'm gonna make you forget everyone's name but mine."

you felt tears pool in your eyes, his fingers tugging at your hair, and the feeling of his cock repeatedly ramming into your tight cunt making you cry out in pleasure. "who's your fucking boyfriend, huh?" he asks, the hand holding your hip moving to your ass, landing a harsh slap. "you," you pant, "it's you, chris," you cry, your orgasm nearing.

"damn fucking right," he grunts, his cock thrusting into you with reckless abandon, "and what's matt?" he asks, spanking your ass again. "n-nothing," you stutter.

"that's fucking right, baby," he states, his hand letting go of your hair and slipping between the table and your body, rubbing at your clit. "shit," you curse, a sob escaping your lips, "i-i'm close," you whine.

"then cum slut," he states, the coil in your stomach snapping as your release takes over. "oh, fuck!" you scream, chris' thrusts never slowing.

"we're not fucking done, sweetheart," he states, continuing to slam his hips against yours. "fuck, chris, its s-sensitive," you whine. "shoulda thought about that before saying you'd fuck matt," he grunts, grabbing at your wrist with his large hand, holding them in place behind your back.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, his cock slamming into your g-spot over and over again. the sound of skin against skin, and your moans filled the room. "fuck, fuck," you moan, "please, chris, please," you beg, not sure what you're asking for.

his hips slam into you with a newfound aggression, chasing his own high. "i'm close," he groans, his hand making your hair a makeshift pony tail, just to yank back, your back colliding with his chest. "look at you," he cooed condescendingly, he placed sloppy kisses against your shoulder blade.

"getting fucked so good by the little bitch boyfriend, hm?" he asks, his cock still slamming into your dripping cunt, "you just love when i treat you like a fucking whore, don't you, sweetheart?" he asks.

you were unable to form any coherent thoughts, his thrusts hitting deep within you, the overstimulation making your body go limp. you let out a series of babbles and cries, begging for him.

"i'm cumming," he states, his voice low and gravely, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. you could feel his cock pulsate inside of you, the feeling of his warm release coating your walls triggering yours.

you could feel him pulse, your walls clenching around him, milking him for all his worth. your head rolls back onto his shoulder, your breath coming out in heavy pants.

"did i hurt you?" he asks softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips, and back. you hum, "a little," you squeak out, "but it was nice," you reassure him, and you could feel him kiss the shell of your ear.

"i didn't scare you did i?" he asks, and you could tell he was concerned.

"no," you state, "not at all," you add, and his hands go turn you around, lifting you onto the marble counters. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you," he states, his lips ghosting over your bruised neck, from the previous nights.

"i know," you state, smiling up at him. "did it work though?" he asks, his finger tracing your bottom lip, "forgot about matt?" he questions.

you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, "wasn't a thought in my head anyways," you whisper, your nose nudging his.

"good," he smiles, "i'd hate to have to do it again," he adds, pecking your lips.

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[leah-lover]

Closed for maintenance . Leah Williamson × reader

Reader embarks on a new journey with a new club. Part 1.

My day started out like any other in the past 4 weeks. The beeping sound of my alarm wakes me up, I dread the thought of getting up even though I still do, I get my shit together, I leave for training, come back a few hours later and go to bed early.

My days have been blending in ever since that heart shattering break up. However, today had a little twist to it. As I was leaving the gym to go to the physioroom I got called into the Manager's office. Upon getting in, the coach said “hey, so I called you here to let you know that we are going to transfer you. You have been an absolute killer for our team. You will always have a place between us. The thing is your dynamic with the team has been off which has been causing some tension. And the best thing I thought to do was to transfer you this January.” Shock couldn't describe the state I was in. Running on autopilot, I got out of the coach's office, got my things and departed home without talking to anybody, which has been my pattern this past month.

My head was in the clouds for the entire drive, and when I got home I threw myself on the coach and started sobbing. About 20 minutes later I called my best friend the only person I trusted more than anything.

“Hey are you okay? The girls are worried about you, tell me what is going on please”said kristie with a worried tone

“Well tell Sam and the team not to worry anymore. Emma has decided to ruin my life and get rid of me. I won't be at Chelsea anymore. I am basically fired.” I replied, now more angry than sad.

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you transferred where? when? How ? Are you okay? Did you tell her?.” She asked.

“I think it will be announced tomorrow at the meeting. I don't know anything kristie Chelsea is home. Niamh is home. I can't live without them.” I replied, memories of Niamh and I fludding my brain.

“Sure you will. I love you bubs no matter where you go.” She said, “Me too buddy, me too.” I added, sadness creeping into my heart again.

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It has been an eventful week. It was announced that I would leave Chelsea for Arsenal. The topic has been the talk of the town. From newspapers, Instagram pages, fans on Twitter, Arsenal fans were excited to have me. However, Chelsea fans were bitter I was let go. Most of the mean comments were directed at Emma and Chelsea which I thought was fair. I was the leading goal scorer in the WSL and we were on a great track record to win the league again.

I got a new apartment, and a new car. I tried to begin again. A clear slate and a focus on winning with my new team, the gunners.

Today was the first day of practice. The girls are really nice. This team, this family, seem really gelled together and they seem to start getting me out of my dark hole.

“Hello you.” Said Beth, “I hope you are well and I well we want to let you know you are very welcome and we hope you have a great time with us here.” she added. “Me too “ I responded.

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It has been over 2 months since that last interaction with Beth, who I can call my best friend now. Her, Steph ,Katie and I have been inseparable. Arsenal have been on a winning streak since I got here. I seem to enjoy the way they play and interact with each other.

The player I enjoy hanging out with the most is my second Captain, which I can never fully admit.

Leah has been fun, heart warming, safe and a friend and a good one. I can't let whatever is happening affect my career again. I dated a teammate before it ruined my career, or so I thought.

“Ladies, how are we feeling about a party? We won again thanks to wonderful strickers. Let's have a party, we deserve it.” Said Katie on the bus. Shortly after a plan was made.

We went to a bar, we drank, sang, danced, and it was that time of the night where I got hungry for warmth. Human connection however unmeaningful. So I kissed the first girl I fancied.

That's when I felt a hand separate me from the girl and drag me outside.

“You are drunk, let's go home before you do anything you will regret.” Said Leah with an angry tone. “ Let go of me, I am lonely. I need this, please let go.” I pleaded with the alcohol affecting my judgment.

“ You are a fool if you think I would let you put yourself in danger. You are important to me, you should know that. Now let's go.” She ordered.

“ I am not going anywhere with you, you are not my girlfriend.” I protested.

That's when she pulled me in for a small kiss. That felt reassuring but not abusive of my drunk state.

“ You are not kissing anyone or going anywhere tonight. Home it is. Now stop complaining and get in please.” She said with a pour on her face. I did as she said, my mind still on the feeling of her lips.

This is going to be a lot to unpack in the morning.

[atinyfeels]

Ateez: he says something hurtful to you [3]

Masterlist // part one | part two

author's note: don't mind how rusty it is. its been four years, lets write a part three ♡ hope you enjoy!!

Seonghwa:

The sound of the bell dinging made you look up from your book. A young couple was walking through the door of the book store. They were holding hands and smiling as the older man at the front desk greeted them. You sighed and placed the book in your hands back onto the top shelf. This was the first time in 3 weeks you had managed to push yourself out of bed. Your apartment had become a sad lifeless room that you struggled to even call home.

Feeling like you made a mistake, you turn around and began walking towards the exit. As you opened the door, the cold spring air pushed towards you. Your apartment building wasn't far from the bookstore, a mere 5 minute walk. You were almost there when you noticed a man standing outside the door. He had his hood up and his jacket hood over his head, but you could recognize him from a mile a away.

"Seonghwa?" You call out, making the man look up and over at you. It was indeed him, he was dressed in all black and looked as if he hadn't slept. You walked up to him and stared at him for a moment before speaking again. "Do you want to come inside?"

He didn't verbally say anything, instead he only nodded yes. You opened the door to the building and walked up the stairs towards your apartment on the 3rd floor. When you both walked inside, you closed the door behind you and looked at him. He was scanning around the room, as if he was looking for something he had forgotten.

"What are you doing here, Seonghwa?" You asked, making him pause and look up at you.

"I think I forgot something," his words sounding more like a question.

You furrowed your eyebrows and crossed your arms over your chest. It had been 3 weeks since you seen him, what could he have forgotten this late? "Do you know what it is? If it shows up, I can drop it off another day."

He shook his head. "The thing is, I didn't forget anything."

"What do you-" he cuts you off, "I've been thinking of things to say, excuses that would make me come back here. Come back to see you. But the only thing I could think of was, I messed up. These past 3 weeks have been torture without you."

You blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what he was trying to say. "But you said...you said you didn't love me anymore. You were the one who packed up your things and left me."

"I-I know. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. The group was at a high popularity stage and we weren't seeing each other so often. You & I barely spoke and at the time I thought, maybe that's what I wanted. But when I told you I didn't love you and I saw the look on your face, I knew it wasn't what I wanted. But I couldn't take it back."

You swallowed hard, trying to fight the tears that you didn't even realize were appearing. "So what are you trying to say?"

"I don't want to be apart from you. I want to be your boyfriend, I want to stay by your side even when it gets rough. I want to make up for how much I hurt you during these past few weeks. Please, Y/N, let me come home."

Clearing your throat you continued to stare at him. "You're going to have a lot to make up for."

"I know," he says stepping forward and pulling you into a tight embrace.

Hongjoong:

You opened your front door to find a delivery driver standing there with a bouquet and a tablet.

"Y/N?" he asks, making you nod as before you sign your name on the tablet. "Have a nice day."

Before you even responded, he started making his way down the hall. Sighing, you closed the door behind you and grabbed the note that was attached to the vase. "I'm really sorry." You put the card back onto the holder and walked into the dining room. Ten other bouquets were covering your table, all of them with different messages, all from the same person. You placed the bouquet down on the table before pulling your phone out and dialing your boyfriend's number.

It didn't take him long to answer with an out of breath, "hello?"

Mentally, you smacked yourself in the face. "You must be a practice, I'll call you later."

"NO!" He shouts before you even get a chance to pull the phone away from your ear. "We were just about to take a break so you called at a good time."

For some reason, you felt as if that was a lie but you kept it to yourself. "I'm just calling to ask you when you're going to stop sending me endless amounts of flowers? My dining table is running out of room at this point."

"So you got my flowers!" He said in a more cheerful tone, "Did you like them?"

You sigh running your finger along one of the petals, "I'm not really a roses type of person. But they are pretty."

"Really? I'll have to change the flowers. Maybe I should've gone with a variety instead of all the same flower," he rambled, mostly talking to himself.

"Joong," you say, cutting him off. "You have to stop sending me flowers, I don't have room for them."

"I want to make up for the things I said the other day. They were hurtful and I was putting myself before you." He tells you, his tone changing to a more serious tone.

"I was in the wrong too," you confess, finally admitting to yourself that he wasn't the only one in the wrong in this situation. "I was being petty when I called Yeosang instead of you. I really wanted to tell you but I was being too stubborn about our fight. I'm sorry for how I treated you."

"Does this mean I can come home now?"

You chuckle and roll your eyes, "you were always allowed to come back home."

Yunho:

"She's my girl, isn't she?" San says loudly, laughing as he and Wooyoung go over what was said in your classroom.

You were blushing furiously as Yunho was looking down at his drink, his cheeks flushed as well. The two of you were aware of how dramatic your altercation with the girls in your class. It was as if it was something straight out of a teen show.

"Honestly, we should direct a movie for it!" Wooyoung cheered as San agreed.

"It will be a huge hit amongst romance fans," San agreed before taking a drink of his water. "Maybe we can have IU play as Y/N."

"Alright they get it," Seonghwa said, making the two boys quiet down and change the topic. Seonghwa looked over at you as you began scooping a piece of cake onto your fork. "We're happy you were able to join us, Yunho has talked about you a lot."

Your head shot up towards Yunho who was looking at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You could tell he was silently cursing at the older member in his head. "Well, I'm glad I was able to join," you say, smiling back at Yunho.

After parting ways with Yunho's friends, Yunho insisted on walking you home. The two of you were walking in silence, neither of you able to think of something to talk about.

"So," you blurt out, making him look down at you. "Why did you call me pathetic?" You swallowed hard, this wasn't what you wanted to talk about. But you weren't going to be okay without talking about it.

Yunho stayed silent for a moment, trying to find the words. "For years, I had this image of me as this guy who had multiple girls on his arm and couldn't keep a stable relationship. But that's not true, I've never been the type to play with girls. I've never done random hookups and honestly girls don't confess to me. Everyone just made up this person in their head and I kind of went along with it."

You looked up at him as he brushed his fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh and continued. "But when I first met you, you didn't pay attention to me. You didn't care about the rumors circling around me. And then when I saw the letter with my name on it, I..I don't know. Maybe I got worried you started seeing me like everyone else did. My ego got ahead of me and I spoke without even thinking about it. I've never thought of you as anything, pathetic. And I am really sorry for saying those things to you."

You give him a small smile and grab his hand with yours. "This is the reason why I fell for you. I knew you weren't the guy everyone expected you to be, you're much more than that."

Yeosang:

It felt like you had been walking for hours until you had finally reached your place. Your heart was aching with how much it had gone through in just one day. "You're so goddamn annoying." "I didn't know how to let you down gently." You felt like he saw you as a joke, like someone in his shoes couldn't possibly be with you. You've never felt so down on yourself until today.

You wiped the tears off your face and made your way into the bathroom. Reaching down, you started the water in the tub and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was visibly on your cheeks, your face red from rushing home.

Slipping your fingers under the hem of your shirt about to take it off when there was a buzz at the front door. You sighed and turned off the bath water before making your way out of the bathroom. Walking through the living room and up to the door, you placed your hand on the knob before pushing it open. Yeosang stood before you, out of breath and looking very distraught.

"What, Yeosang?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. For the first time, you didn't care how you looked in front of him. You didn't bother attempting to fix the makeup on your cheeks or brushing your hair back with your fingers.

"I care about you," he starts, "I care about you a lot. And I know right now, in this moment it's not the romantic feeling you feel. But I am attracted to you, Y/N. But I'm not ready for any kind of relationship and I don't want to give you any kind of false hope. I didn't mean to call you annoying, you could never annoy me. I should have been more mature and told you how I originally feeling instead of insulting you and giving you false hope."

"You hurt me, Yeosang," you choked out, feeling the tears build up once more. "I apologize for overwhelming affection I showed. I should've thought before doing so. But you made me feel so awful, and I understand that you don't want a relationship but there's literally any other way we could've handled this."

He nodded in agreement, "I agree. And I'm really sorry for how I treated you. If one day, we can fix this, I really hope I can make it up to you."

"Me too. Goodnight, Yeosang." With that you closed the door and pressed your back to the wall with a sigh

❀ 6 months later ❀

You anxiously paced back and forth in your living room. Twiddling with your thumbs as you waited for buzzer. When the sound finally happened, you took a deep breath and opened the door. Yeosang appeared in front of you with a smile on his face, holding a flower in his hand for you.

"You look amazing," he tells you, handing you the flower and planting a kiss on your cheek. "So, are you ready for our date?"

You smiled back at him, "absolutely."

San:

Your chest was rising fast as your laid down the mat. You had just finished another work out with San, but now you were beginning to regret your life choices. When San told you he'd help you, you didn't realize he was going to make your whole body feel like jelo.

San rushed up to you with a smile on his face, "How was it? Did you feel the burn? Did you enjoy the workout? I was thinking next time, we can add more reps, maybe a little more cardio."

Oh how you wanted to throw this man out a window. You squinted your eyes at him, "Go away."

He laughed and sat down beside you, "You're so cute, you know that?"

Wincing at the pain, you pushed yourself up and sat beside him. "There's nothing cute about making your partner suffer, San. I'm never coming with you again. And if I do, I'm definitely not training with you."

San leaned over and gave you a kiss on the head, completely ignoring how damp your hair was. "How about we get out of here and grab some snacks for a movie night?"

You quickly looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "ice cream too?"

He laughed and nodded, "ice cream too."

Excitedly, you got up and held your hand out for him. "Come on, I need to shower after this."

"Yeah, you really do smell pretty bad," he joked as you helped him up.

You eyes widened as you let go of his hand, making him fall back onto the floor with a thud. "Says the one who smells like a swamp monster."

"Hey!" He called after you as you left him alone and went towards the locker rooms.

Mingi:

You smirked at yourself in the mirror as you stared at yourself in the mirror. The tight red dress was going to get you in trouble and you were hoping it would. The more you thought of Mingi getting jealous the more you found yourself being attracted to him. Tonight there was a party that was being thrown for another idols birthday.

You were showing up later than the Ateez members, but you decided to go ahead without them and with a group of girls instead. When you arrived to the party, you hadn't realized how packed the party was going to be. Mingi was friends with many, but you never thought that you'd be in a room with this many people before. You made your way over to a table where a couple of Stray Kids members were sitting.

"Changbin!" You said cheerfully, he stood up and greeted you with a hug while Felix gave you a polite nod. You took a seat beside Changbin and looked around the room. "Have you guys been here long?"

Changbin shook his head. "We just got here maybe ten minutes before you. You didn't come with Mingi?"

"No, they said they were going to be a little later than me so I came with others."

The three of you stayed sitting down, talking and making jokes when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Looking up, you find Mingi his eyes piercing down into yours. Oh, he was not happy.

"Sorry guys, but I've got to take this one home, she's got a long day tomorrow," Mingi tells the other two, not even looking at them.

Mingi grabbed a hold of your hand and helped you to your feet before making his way towards the door. You could overhear Felix say, 'Long day tomorrow or long night tonight?'. Mingi guided your way out the door before the two of you were on the sidewalk. He rose his hand, waving towards a taxi driver that was headed in your direction.

When the taxi stopped, Mingi opened the door for you and whispered in your ear. "You're aware what you did, yes?"

Your body shivered at his words as you nodded, feeling a bit excited. "I know."

"Good, get in."

You slide into the car and Mingi follows after you. He tells the driver your apartment complex as he places his hand on your knee. The thought you having an endless night made your cheeks flush. You couldn't wait to get home.

Wooyoung:

"What are friends for?"

For some reason, for the first time, you didn't like the sound of those words coming from him. As you continued allow Wooyoung to sweet talk the sponsors, you found yourself stealing glances at him every chance you could.

You were staring at him for a moment when you felt a hand touch your arm. Looking up, a woman old enough to be your grandmother was giving you a warm smile.

"You must really love him," she says, cutting you off guard.

"O-Oh, we aren't dating. We're just friends, we're really close and I didn't want to be here alone," you explain, giving her a soft smile.

She shakes her head, not believing a word you say. "You wouldn't look at someone that way, unless you were in love. And whether you realize it now or not, you are in love with him. I looked at someone like that before."

"Your partner?"

Her smile fades a little before she brings it back. "No, the person I was in love with never found out. They were the right person, but the wrong time. If you're in love with this man, you should tell him. Before it's too late."

"Y/N." The sound of Wooyoung's voice made you turn around to find him looking at you. "Are you ready to go? I think this party is starting to become a bummer." You turn back to look at the woman, but you don't find her anywhere in sight. "Y/N? What are you looking for?"

Looking back up at Wooyoung, you shake your head. "N-Nothing. I'm ready to go."

Before waiting for a response, you make your way towards the exit. Wooyoung followed behind quickly, calling your name as you followed you to the lobby and outside the building.

"Y/N!" He yells once more, making you stop but you didn't turn around. "What happened in there? What's wrong?"

Your head was flooded with so many thoughts. Your heart racing of the thought that you could possibly be an item with Wooyoung. Was that something you wanted? You were so comfortable around him, the thought of being intimate with him gave you butterflies in your stomach. Turning around, you look at the very confused Wooyoung.

"Y/N?"

"I can't be friends with you, Wooyoung." You didn't even think before you blurted it out. Your hands were shaking with how anxious you were.

Wooyoung looked at your shocked and then became sad, "Is it because of what I said earlier? I promise you, you are an amazing person. You're gorgeous, fantastic and-"

You cut him off, "I think I'm in love with you!"

You silently cursed at yourself as the two of you went silent. You couldn't bare to look at him, you didn't want to know what look was on his face. The words came out without you thinking about it. Maybe you didn't have to think about it. You were definitely in love with Wooyoung.

"Want me to help you figure it out?" He asks, his voice suddenly much closer now. He was standing right in front you, without you even noticing that he moved.

"W-What-" was all you managed to get out before Wooyoung lifted your head up with his fingers. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips onto yours. Your stomach felt like it was doing flips as you places your hands on his hips.

Once you pulled away, he looked down at you and licked his lips. "I've been in love with you this whole time."

"You have?" You say, sounding more like whisper.

He nods, "Did that help you figure it out?"

"I-I'm not sure, can we do it again? Maybe a little longer, I didn't get a good read." Wooyoung let out of laugh before he nods and presses his lips onto yours once more.

Jongho:

You gripped onto the plastic bags that contained 8 lunch boxes. Today was the first day you were going back to the practice room since you talked to Jongho a couple days ago. You felt more nervous than you ever had. The thought of seeing Jongho again, knowing he had feelings for you, made your stomach do flips.

Knocking on the door, you pushed it opened. "I brought food!" Looking up, you noticed how dark the practice room was. "Hello? I could've sworn Seonghwa told me they were here today."

You flipped on the lights and noticed a table in the center of the room with a bouquet of flowers sitting in the middle. Setting the bags on the floor, you walked up to the table and read the note that was there.

"Will you do the honor of being my girlfriend? P.S turn around."

Turning around, you find Jongho standing by the door. His cheeks were already flush as he made his way over to you.

"You did all of this?" you asked, meeting him halfway.

Shyly, he nodded. "I didn't want a big grand gesture but you deserved something a little more than that." You smiled at him, which made him return it. "So what do you think?"

"I'd love to be your girlfriend!" You say, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

A loud applause made you pull away and find the rest of the members cheering. Your brother looked at you and gave you the thumbs up, making you blush.

"Well now that that's settled, can we eat now?" San whined, already looking through the bags to find his box.

You and Jongho laughed and walked over, helping everyone sort out their boxes. The 9 of you sat in a circle, you sitting in the middle of Jongho & Seonghwa.

"So where are you going for your first date?" Wooyoung asked, making everyone look over at Jongho.

Jongho shook his head, "I'm not telling any of you." Seonghwa cleared his throat and looked over at him. "Oh right, we're going to Lotte World." The group laughs as Seonghwa nods, approving the choice.

"I can't wait," you say to Jongho, giving him an excited smile before he smiles back at you.

[voidsaez]

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— not with code. ( colin ritman x reader ) no warn !!

a/n : he needs more love. i cant find any colin fics anymore i feel like ive read all of them, ao3, tumblr, wattpad ..

summary : colin doesn’t enjoy how the new guy, stefan, tries to waltz in and mess with the game you two worked on.

July 10, 1984 at 2:48pm

your pov :

He’s laid down on the couch of the office, flicking through pages of his magazine while I’m working on the code, does he ever get off his ass?

My thoughts are interrupted when his nasal voice breaks the silence. “You’re doing it wrong.” He says, not even looking up at me.

“Very helpful, Colin, gonna tell me how to fix it anytime soon?” I say, rolling my eyes at him.

Sighing, he gets up from his chair as he puts the magazine back down. I can feel him leaning over my shoulder to look over at the monitor.

“See this line of code here?” He asks, as he’s pointing at the screen.

“There’s nothing wrong with that one.” I say, looking over my shoulder, up at him.

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? Look again." He leans even closer, his cheek almost against mine.

How’d I miss that? God, I’m stupid. I hold down on the backspace key, undoing that part of code to re-enter it.

“Have you met the new guy yet?” I ask, “Stefan, his name was.”

sitting back down, he rolls his eyes. “Oh, that guy. Yeah, I’ve met him.” He says. “Cocky little know-it-all, isn’t he?”

Colin scoffs. He’s so judgmental sometimes, Stefan’s nice.

“He’s nice, you know.” I retort, huffing as I continue working on the code, my fingertips pressing against the keyboard.

“Nice?” Colin narrows his eyes at that. “A pretentious little prick, he’s been here one day, and he’s already trying to one-up me.”

I seriously don’t understand why he has to be an asshole about everything sometimes.

“You know, he helped me with the code earlier, without any hassle.” I say, an emphasis on the last statement.

At least Stefan didn’t get frustrated anytime I asked for help.

I could tell his expression souring after that. “He helped you?” Colin mutters.

“You were on a smoke break.” I say, shrugging. “Plus, we could always use some help on nohzdyve.”

He grumbles, sounding irritated. "Nohzdyve is our game, if you need help, you get it from me.”

Seriously? “I think you’ll live if the kid helps me with what- two lines of code?” I say.

Colin crosses his arms, his irritation growing even further.

"It's not just about the code, it's about the principle. We don't need some newbie coming in here and taking credit for our work.” He retorts.

“He’s not taking any credit,” I pause, to turn and look at him. “It’s two lines of code!” I say, raising my hands in the air.

He clenches his jaw, clearly frustrated, and over what? some script?

"It’s not about how many lines it is, it's about him sticking his nose where it doesn't belong." He says.

Before I can even respond, he gets up and throws the magazine down on the floor.

He huffs in annoyance. "Fine, have your new friend help you with your code, but don't come crying to me when he messes it all up." He rolls his eyes at me.

He turns and walks away, I could hear him mumbling under his breath about how he knew the code better.

“Colin!” I call out his name, knowing we’re far from done for the day, he doesn’t even try looking back.

Could he get any more immature?

July 11, 1984 at 10:39am

your pov :

Colin being unusually late, and leaving me needing help with the program, I called in Stefan to help me with a few parts.

Of course, that’s the same time Colin walks in, and hour late.

“Colin,” I pause for a second. “You’re late.” I say, looking at him.

He huffs, walking to take a seat down next to me. “It’s not my fault, I was late because-“ He pauses, looking over at Stefan.

“-Nevermind, it’s none of your business.” He mumbles, a harsh tone in his voice.

His gaze flickers over to Stefan, give me just a split second and I could already tell he wasn’t happy with him here.

I look back over to Colin, and then to Stefan.

“Sorry, I just needed him to help me with some code.” I say, “You can go now, Stef.”

Stefan gives me a polite nod before getting up from his spot on the couch, gathering his things as he leaves.

The silence between Colin and I is almost palpable, when I turn over to look at him, we break the silence, speaking over each other.

“For fuck’s sake Colin, it’s just code.”

“You really asked him for help, again?”

Colin rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "It's not just about the code, it's the principle. We’ve been working on this project together for months now, and suddenly you're asking the new guy for help? What happened to trusting me?"

“I do trust you, but I’m also allowed to ask for help from others when you’re not around!” I say.

He huffs in frustration. "And what makes you think Stefan can help you any better than I can? We started this project together. Shouldn’t that warrant some loyalty?"

I stand up from my seat, though, it doesn’t make much difference. He’s got maybe 10 inches on me.

“You’re making such a big deal out of this, my god, Colin, it’s just code!”

He stands up, towering over me, his irritation clearer. “Are you stupid!?” He asks.

“It’s not about the code- It’s about-“ He trails off, looking at me.

Then just another second later, he closes the gap in between us, his hand on the back of my head as he brings our lips together.

What?

My fingers are wrapped around his arm, the one which hand is gripping the hair at the back of my head. I part from the kiss.

He looks at me, and we just stay like that for a while, in silence that speaks volumes.

He leans in even closer, his forehead against mine. "It's not just about the code," he mutters, his voice a low rumble.

"It's about us having something special and I don't want some new guy coming in and taking part in that." He says.

I hold his wrist, my thumb running over the back of his hand.

He shakes his head, “I don’t want anyone taking my place. Not with the code, not with you.” He says.

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Day 23: coffee shop

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

This one is even longer than my favorite and although at first I didn't have an idea, I loved the final result. I hope you like it!

The movie on your phone was interrupted by the bell ringing, alerting you that some customers had just entered.

Your aunt had owned the modest cafe you were now in for most of her life and now that she was too tired to take care of it anymore and the money was already enough for a comfortable life, she decided it was time to sell it.

The transaction was still in process and you were there that day to cover for her while she went to a doctor's appointment, hoping that the day would be calm enough so that you could finish the movie series you were watching and, perhaps, make some progress in your schoolwork.

“Good morning, how can I help you?”

Your friendly smile seemed to please the couple of girls in front of you and they took a moment to decide what they wanted, until finally they told you what they wanted. You had worked as a barista for a while elsewhere and it wasn't difficult for you to prepare the lattes that they waited patiently for, while they carried on a conversation that you heard fragments of, but didn't understand.

A minute later, when you took another look at the line, you realized that there was a man behind them and you stopped for a moment to look at him carefully. He was older than you but you also noticed that he was very handsome and dressed like an executive, very different from the kind of people who frequented the establishment.

Once you were done you placed both drinks on the counter and the two girls, who had already held hands, thanked you and handed you a bill to pay.

“For a dollar more I can give you some cookies, we have chocolate and walnuts, would you like that? They will taste delicious with the latte you ordered” you offered kindly, showing them the product in the basket you had next to you “They are homemade and a sweet gift for a loved one.”

Your sales strategy seemed to convince them both and one of them gave you the missing dollar. You packed the things and before they left you wished them a good day, trying to be as polite as possible. When the couple left the place, the man walked to the front and you repeated the question at the beginning, a little nervous after noticing that he was even more handsome up close; he had slightly curly and messy hair, a discreet trace of facial hair around his pink lips, and beautiful honey-colored eyes that made you shiver.

“I wanted to ask you, is Mrs. Smith here?”

“No, she had to go to a doctor's appointment,” you responded, somewhat embarrassed. The idea of who he could be didn't even cross your mind, as you were too worried about recording as many details as possible about your attractive client “Who's looking for her?”

“My name is Spencer,” he replied. The name sounded captivating coming from his lips and there was something about his smile that made you feel nervous.

“I can call to tell her that you are here”

“No, if she's busy I'd rather come another time,” he murmured. The thought of what this man might want intrigued you and before he even turned around you rushed to say something, anything, to hold him back.

“Don't you want to drink coffee?” your words sounded small and rushed and you didn't even know why you had said them. That man would be, according to your calculations, about ten years older than you, but that didn't stop you from appreciating his beauty and wanting to be nice to him “You look like…” you began to say, feigning a thoughtful tone, “an espresso man. You know, something serious and strong”

Again, your attempt to attract customers seemed to be working, you knew by the small smile that formed on his lips.

“In fact it's quite the opposite,” he murmured, taking another step towards you that he had taken away “I'm a big lover of cappuccinos. The sweeter the better."

“Well, that's definitely a surprise,” you murmured, batting your eyelashes without even being aware of it “My aunt should be back soon and we have a cappuccino machine here. You can wait for her. If you want,” you added, hoping you didn’t sound too forward.

You saw him debate for a moment whether he should consider your offer or not and apparently something in your childish and kind eyes convinced him to accept, which you celebrated with a huge smile.

“Regular, vanilla, or mocha?”

“Regular, please,” he responded, walking to the nearest table so he could take a seat. All the furniture was shabby and rustic, with bright color combinations that had already worn out over the years “And you work here?”

“No, I'm just helping out today. There was an employee, but she had to resign for personal reasons and since my aunt is selling the cafe, we thought it would be more prudent for the new owner to hire whoever he wanted.”

“Huh, now there will be a new administration? Who is it about?" you weren't very used to sharing information with strangers, but you wanted to continue having this man's attention and if that was the way to do it, you would take the risk.

“My aunt said he is a Doctor Reid. I think she's known him for years because he comes here often for coffee and when he found out she wanted to retire... well, he offered” you could see him from above the counter and although you thought you saw a little smile, you thought you were just imagining it “Are you a frequent customer?”

“You could say so,” he responded and you swore there was a bit of mockery in his response.

You had already put the ingredients in the machine and now all you had to do was wait, praying inside that no other person would cross the door so you could have your little moment with that mysterious gentleman.

“I hope the new owner considers remodeling. There is a university near here and many young people could come if there were some more flashy things. You know, something that looks cute on Instagram”

“Instagram?” he asked, as if you were speaking to him in a strange language.

“The social network,” you answered obviously and he was quick to nod his head, as if he had just remembered what that was.

“Sorry, I'm just not very techie,” he apologized, with a sheepish smile. “But I think you're right, maybe this site could use a change. This way it would stop being full of old people like me and young people like you would enjoy coming.”

Was he describing himself as old? How old was he supposed to be? The question was drowned out on your lips because the machine announced that the drink was ready and you ran back to finish preparing it. You did your best to place a pretty design on the top of the liquid and then left the counter to hand the man the cup, accompanied by one of the cookies you had sold to the previous girls.

“It looks delicious,” he hummed, receiving the coffee from your hands and accidentally brushing your fingers. His hands looked calloused and big; the kind capable of holding you perfectly “Should I pay now or later?”

"Oh, don’t worry. It is courtesy of the house”

Again, you didn't even know why you were offering that to the man, and although he seemed surprised, he didn't protest at your show of kindness. You thought about how daring it would be to sit at the same table as him and in the end, you decided that the best thing was to return to your place behind the counter, now with no intention of watching your movie because if that were the case you would miss out on the good view that destiny had given you.

“If you need something else, you can tell me. We have some books on the shelf over there, if you feel like reading while you wait.”

Spencer thanked you and then you thought it would be best not to ask him any more questions or he would probably feel harassed. You saw him get up from his seat to listen to your suggestion and take a book, on the cover of which you managed to read Crime and Punishment. You wanted to tell him that you had read it for a college assignment, but instead you bit your tongue, reflecting that this information was something he clearly wasn't interested in. 

You stayed as composed as possible and he didn't seem to notice your gaze on him, or if he did, he didn't say anything of it. There were no customers the entire time he was drinking his coffee and when you thought about preparing something else for him, a clatter filled the air: it was your aunt, at the door, holding a shopping bag in one hand.

"Oh hello!" she greeted, both to you and to the man who was waiting patiently “Honey, why didn't you tell me that someone came looking for me?”

“I asked her not to, Mrs. Smith.” Spencer answered for you, getting up from his chair and leaving the book on the table, next to the empty cup “I didn't want to interrupt your activities.”

“Well, now I'm here. "Just let me leave these purchases and I'll be right back to discuss the contract, Doctor Reid.”

Contract? Doctor Reid? 

“I'll wait for you here” he smiled. Your aunt crossed the counter to enter the warehouse and you followed her like a lost puppy, trying to find an explanation for what you had just heard.

As soon as you were inside you stood next to the woman to get her attention, making sure to be out of the man's hearing range.

“Is that Doctor Reid?” you hissed.

“Yes, he didn't tell you?”

"No!" you squeaked, while she looked around for a folder with the documents she needed “I mean, he told me his name was Spencer, but he didn't tell me his last name. And since you said he was a doctor, I imagined a grumpy mister, not someone like him"

“But he is a mister, he is in his forties.”

"How many?" you screamed again, unwilling to believe what she was telling you “But he… he's so handsome! I thought he would be around thirty at most. How can he be forty?”

“Do you think he's handsome?” she asked and this time she did look at you. You had always had a good relationship with her, so her older woman's scowl judging you didn't offend you like it should.

“Of course,” suddenly your head seemed to remember an important detail and your entire face turned red, while your mouth opened in a soft oh “Damn, I even bought him a coffee! I just gave the future owner of this place a coffee, what is he going to think of me?”

“Youth, youth, you are becoming more and more indecent!” she murmured, half joking and half complaining. When she finally found her folder she grabbed it, ready to get out of it again, when you stopped her by her arm.

“Please don't go telling him that I think he's handsome,” you begged and she assured you that she wouldn't do it.

When you came out again, luckily, there were already some customers waiting and that gave you an excuse to escape from the amused look that the man you had been talking to had. The time you spent preparing people's drinks was enough for them to talk about the purchase and sale contract and for both of their signatures to finally be on the pages of paper.

“I know that this little corner is in good hands, I trust that you will take care of it”

“And of course I will, ma'am. While I was waiting for you, your niece kindly suggested a remodel and I think that will be the first thing I will do. I will keep the essence, but with a modern touch, right?” he smiled, giving you a kind look from his spot as if he were seeking your approval.

“I said it with the best of intentions,” you admitted sheepishly “If I'm honest, I didn't even know that you were the future owner, otherwise I think I would have treated you better.”

“Better than your friendly attitude, free coffee, and advice?” he asked and you almost thought he was returning your previous attempts at flirting, as if that amused him no end.

“What I want most is to see this place full of people again and I think a remodel would be perfect” your aunt smiled “Give me this week to take out my things and then the cafe will be all yours”

“Take as much time as you need, Amy. You will always be welcome here as if the place were yours,” he told her, with a sweetness inappropriate for a grown man, while he wrapped her in a hug. When he pulled away his eyes landed on you. “And you too, Miss Y/N. If you are interested in obtaining a permanent job, I would be happy to hire you. I’ll need someone young to help me give it that youthful touch.”

You wish you could say that his offer didn't flatter you, but that would be a vile lie. You looked at your aunt for a second and she already had a smile that bordered on disapproval of your victory, but she also hid some amusement at the situation.

“I need to talk about it with my parents and review my schedule at the university, but… I would love to, to tell the truth. Even if I am not a permanent employee I will continue to live here to shop”

And to see you, you wanted to say, but again you held back. 

“I'll look forward to your visits then,” he murmured, giving you a bright new smile.

From that moment on you knew that your aunt's old coffee shop would become the number one place for social gatherings, solitary visits to do homework and, with any luck, free afternoons to chat with the handsome and charming owner.

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[silent-stories]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟕

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie finally explains why he's been avoiding you.

Part 6

Eddie's room was messy to say the least.

The table near the bed and a nearby desk were covered with plenty of random objects and some clothes were scattered around the room.

The walls were covered with posters of metal bands, one in particular, bigger than the others, had the name "Corroded Coffin" written on it.

Some books were left around, a guitar with "this machine slays dragons" written on it was in the corner of the room and not far from it was a second one, dark red and black.

Eddie closed the door behind him as he entered his room after you.

"Don't tell me my room sucks, I know." He chuckled sitting on the edge of his bed. "I wasn't expecting anyone."

You looked around, walking slowly around the room like an animal discovering a place it had never seen before.

"That's so cool." You muttered as your eyes ran over the posters on the walls.

"I'm sorry?" Eddie raised his eyebrows, thinking he must have misunderstood.

"Your room. It's cool." You stopped in front of Eddie's guitar, turning your back on him and so not seeing the smile that was born on his lips.

You reached out to run your fingers over its strings, causing a soft sound.

Eddie felt the sudden dullness of telling you to stop: no one could touch his guitar but him, but then he stopped and almost had to repress the thought that he would have liked to teach you how to play it.

"So?" You asked before turning back to him and then sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

"What?"

"Why have you been avoiding me all day?"

He shook his head. "It's stupid."

He wasn't too sure about that though.

"It's not stupid if it made you ignore me all day."

"I talked to Aaron." He confessed.

You sighed. "Well, I'm sorry you had to do that."

"He said some things." Eddie wasn't looking at you anymore, suddenly the floor was much more interesting and his voice less confident.

"Things?"

Eddie sighed. "Promise me you'll tell me the truth no matter what."

"Eddie you're scaring me."

"He told me that you decided to become my friend because you wanted to buy drugs and you were hoping to get them for free." He choked out as if taking a weight off his chest.

"Well, that's not true." You responded promptly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay." He brethed in response.

Then silence fell in the room.

"Eddie."

"Mh." He wasn't looking at you yet.

"Ed, don't tell me you believed him." Your voice was softer now.

His silence almost scared you. "Eddie...I would never do that."

"I know." He murmured, his fingers playing with his skull ring, his eyes still stubbornly not meeting your gaze.

"So why are you doing this now? Why have you been ignoring me all day and now you can't even look at me?"

"Because there's always a voice in my head telling me you'd be better off without me." He finally confessed while you, as if by instinct, reached out for his hand, grabbing it as it stopped shaking and intertwining your fingers with his. "It says there's no way you really want to be- friends with someone like me or be seen hanging out with Eddie 'the freak'."

The fact that after all that time you've known Eddie, he still doubted your relationship, it made you realize how much all those years of insults had really affected him, even though he always tried to hide it, pretending he didn't care.

"Eddie, I like you. I like you because you are you. Because you're kind, nice, caring and you always make me laugh when I'm feeling down." He finally looked up and his gentle brown eyes met yours. You wondered if the shimmer was caused by the yellowish light in his room or if it was beacuse of some unshed tears.

"You're such a good person, I'm sorry so many people can't see that." You smiled softly, hoping he believed you.

"I'm always scared that one day you'll start seeing me the way everyone else does." He mumbled, his voice like the one of a frightened child during a thunderstorm. "I can't loose you too."

If your heart hadn't already broken during that conversation, it did right now. "You won't."

"And I hope that one day they will see you as I do." You gently pulled his hand still in yours towards you, pulling him into a hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he buried his face in the crook of yours, closing his eyes. "Because you deserve it."

You felt Eddie's hands on your back, gently pushing you closer.

"Eddie, I care about you. I really do."

You didn't say anything about what you understood to be a tear falling on your skin.

"Oh, sweetie." You breathed out as you ran a hand through his hair, your fingers through his curly dark locks. "Don't let some asshole let you think I don't care about you. Don't think you're not important to me, that you're one of the best people I've ever met in my entire life and that I'm glad you're part of mine."

You pulled Eddie closer to you and he grabbed the fabric of your shirt on your back, squeezing it lightly in his hands as if he didn't hold you so tight you would have disappeared and as he wanted that moment to never end.

After a few moments, Eddie slowly raised his head. He would never admit he had shed some tears but you brought your hands to his cheeks to gently brush away the last of them.

Your hands lingered on his cheeks, cupping his face still inches away from yours.

He felt like you were a blessing he was never meant to found and by the gods he was so happy, that in spite of that he still had found you.

"Thank you." he whispered.

"For what?" You asked.

For being there with him, for waiting for him outside school in the morning, for not feeling ashamed to be with him in public, for making him feel important, for smiling every time you saw him in the hallway, for spending your time with him, for being there when he needed you, for showing him your affection when hardly anyone ever had in his life, for not judging, for getting along with Wayne...

"For everything." He murmured, your hands still on the sides of his face, your noses almost touching and your breaths felt on each other's skin.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Wayne peeped out.

"Just wanted to ask if you're coming to eat or not. The food will get cold." Said the man as your hands fell from Eddie's face to your lap.

You cleared your throat.

"Sure. We'll be right there." You nodded.

Eddie did the same, getting off the bed to look at you and offer you a soft sincere smile.

"After you." He said gesturing to the door, the feel of your fingers caressing his cheeks still hard to shake.

"It was all really good." Wayne commented, sitting at the table across from you and Eddie, his voice easily audible despite the background TV playing some random program no one was paying attention to, mostly showing commercials.

"Thank you." You answered putting down your fork. "Ever since I nearly set Robin's house on fire trying to cook with her, I've decided maybe I needed to learn."

"I'm glad you did." Eddie said as he stuffed the last baked potato into his mouth. "Learn to cook, don't burn Buckley's house down." He specified causing a laugh on your part.

You read the time on the clock on the wall, noting that the sun had gone down and the sky had become completely dark.

"I think I should go home now, my mum always complains when I walk alone after dark." You said getting up from your chair.

"Walk?" Eddie did the same, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I walked to get here." You explained grabbing your jacket off the chair.

"Okay, slow down." Eddie chuckled walking in your direction. "I'll drive you home."

"Oh look, I raised him well." Wayne commented softly from across the room.

Your eyes met Eddie's, who never lost their sincerity and kindness.

"I'll take you home." He repeated. "It's the least after what you've done for us. For me."

You smiled slightly at his words, your gaze passing over his face, the memory of your lips inches from his was hard to forget, like the desire to have nipped the space between you with a kiss when you had the chance.

"Okay." You said finally and Eddie grabbed his leather jacket.

"Thanks for making me stay Mr…Wayne. Thank you, Wayne." You said goodbye to the man, correcting your little mistake.

"Thanks to you. See ya soon, kid."

You and Eddie left the trailer, walking to his van, when you spoke again.

"I.. I forgot something."

"What?" He frowned as he opened the vehicle's door.

"Just one thing, I'll be right back." You hurried back to the trailer, opening the door again.

"Wayne?" You called him, the man raised his head from the dishes he was putting away in the sink.

"You did." You said and he looked at you questioningly.

"Raised him well. You really did." You specified and a corner of the man's lips lifted.

You smiled, you had just felt the need to let him know. Wayne must have been an amazing father when Eddie's biological one wasn't with him.

He just smiled, before you went back to Eddie, waiting for you.

"What did you forget?" He asked as you sat next to him.

"Oh, nothing. I realized I already had it."

Eddie looked at you suspiciously but didn't insist and started the van while a Black Sabbath song played softly.

During the journey you spoke relatively little but the silence between you was anything but awkward. It was calm and intimate, you didn't need to talk at that moment.

When Eddie parked in front of your house a few minutes later and said good night to you, you kissed his cheek before getting out of the car.

You chuckled when, despite the darkness, you saw that his cheeks had acquired a certain blush.

Who would have thought Eddie blushed?

"Goodnight Eddie." You whispered before starting to walk towards your house, your figure illuminated by the weak light of the street lamps as you walked away.

"Good- goodnight." He mumbled, almost stammered, even if you were already gone.

After you walked into the house he stayed there for a few more minutes, an almost stupid and lovesick smile plastered on his face.

After everything that had happened that day, after what you'd said and done, after your soft whispered words, your hug and that kiss, he couldn't help but smile.

And he kept doing it even on all his way home.

Part 8

As I was writing this I was telling to myself "let them kiss!" and still... here we are :)

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[yesbutmakeitgay]

They Keep Preaching Words Like I Should Know

GIF by marveladdicts

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 18

Angst, Family drama, Happy ending.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 5.8k

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Carol walks back to her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest while reaching her next destination. When she enters the vessel, she hears a set of hesitant footsteps walking closer to her.

She quickly turns the light on before the intruder can get any closer, making you stop in your tracks, "What are you doing here?" she asks in genuine confusion.

Being around her makes you nervous, heart pounding, hands sweaty, you can't maintain eye contact, "I was just coming to get my clothes back," you stutter and walk to her room to open the closet.

Carol rushes behind you trying to stop you, "No, don't!"

You immediately spot a brand new set of clothes in what used to be your side, "Jesus Christ, Carol, someone else is living here already?" you gasp in disbelief, your heart breaking at the thought, "It hasn't even been two months!"

"It’s not what it looks like, I can explain." You gesture for her to please explain herself, "I got a new partner," she states nonchalantly.

You remain unmoved in front of the furniture, "That is exactly what I said."

"No, a teammate," she tries to clarify.

"Is that what you call them now?" As if Captain Marvel would ever work in a team.

"She's sixteen!"

"Stop talking, I don't want to be an accessory in whatever crime you're about to be involved with."

Kamala comes into the ship, "Carol, did you—" she stops herself at your presence, "Hi, I’m Kamala, and you are?" She attempts to sound tough and mask her internal doubt after seeing Carol's ambiguous expression.

"I am…leaving," you walk towards the door as fast as you can without seeming desperate, "it was nice meeting you, Kamala," you yell on your way out, feeling beyond perplexed. She really is a child.

Weeks later, you’re lounging in your apartment, living your newly single life, when your phone rings. The caller ID promts you to make a double and triple check, convincing you that it has to be some sort of scam.

"Hello?" you answer carefully.

"Hi." As soon as you hear the accent, you know it's for real.

"Your majesty?"

"Oh, please, just Yan is okay."

You begin to fidget with the hem of your shirt. "Okay, how may I help you, Yan?"

You have met the Prince a few times before, but you had never addressed him directly. All your visits to Aladna were with Carol, and she didn't spend so much time with him while you were around.

"I am terribly sorry to bother you, but I've been trying to reach Carol for a while and I just can't find her."

"Oh, um, Carol and I don’t—" you pause to think of the right word, "frequent each other anymore."

He sounds desperate, "I’m aware, but I called Mr. Fury, and he said that you would know where to look."

You curse at Fury in your head before responding, "Right, this is an emergency, I take it?"

"Very much so."

"Well," you suck on your teeth, "I’m gonna need to get back to you in a moment, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course, thank you."

You hang up and sit still, letting the white noise of the room consume you, as you take a deep breath and call Fury.

"Nicholas, did you tell the Prince of Aladna that I could help him find Carol?"

"I did, yes," he responds confidently.

"How on Earth do you know that?"

"So, I was right."

"You weren't even sure?" Irritation is quick to settle into you at his indifference.

"I had a hunch."

"Can’t you help him find her yourself?"

"I could, but that would take a lot of resources that are being allocated elsewhere," he pauses, "I figured it would be easier just to ask you."

"I broke up with Carol two months ago," you remind him with a bite.

"I know that, I’m not asking you to talk to her, just tell Yan where she is."

"I don't know where she is, I need to talk to her to find out."

You can’t see him, but you can almost hear him frown, "Really? You can't telepathically connect to her?"

"What the hell do you think we are!"

"Valkyrie said that's how lesbians work," he snarks, thinking he’s so funny.

You roll your eyes, "Oh, shut up, since when are you so tight with all the royals?"

"Since you dumped Carol and stopped calling."

"Did you know Carol has a new partner?" You might as well come to him with fresh gossip.

"Of course I do, I introduced them."

That can’t be right, "What were you thinking!"

"What? She's young, but she's great!"

"What is wrong with everybody?" you mumble under your breath.

"You just haven't seen her in action."

You interrupt him before he says any more disgusting things, "And I wish to never have to."

"Are you really not gonna help the Prince?" His tone turns more serious.

You take a moment to think, "What’s in it for me?"

"What do you want?" He should have known you weren’t just gonna do it out of the goodness of your heart.

"A favor."

"What kind?"

"I’ll let you know when I need it." He doesn't like the sound of that, but without an alternative, he agrees.

So now, you have to find Carol.

It's a very straightforward process. When you first started dating, Carol gave you a small device crafted by herself, that would help you contact her no matter where in the universe she was, it worked in such a vast rage because it was specifically designed to communicate with her matching device.

Once you established a connection and received her signal, you could run that through S.A.B.E.R. software and get her exact location. This method once helped you find Carol when she was in Sakaar, so you're confident it can find her in even the sketchiest corners of the universe.

All you need in order to help Prince Yan and get the Avengers director to owe you a favor is have Carol pick up one of your calls, a task you are certain is much easier said than done.

You take a few deep breaths and press the Call button. You had already convinced yourself this would take at least a dozen attempts, until Carol assumed it was an emergency, but, to your surprise, she picks up after a few rings.

It quickly becomes clear to you that this was not intentional when you hear Carol and Kamala's voices slightly muffled, discussing some menial topic and laughing their asses off.

The sound of your ex having moved on and enjoying herself with her new partner, who is a literal child, should enrage you to no end, but you can't find the anger in you. Carol's laughter is like a choir of angels, it makes the corners of your lips tug up involuntary.   You didn't want to break up with her. You care about her, you love her, but this was no longer about love. Deep down, you know leaving was the right choice.

She picked up, you have what you need, except as much as your brain tries to command it, your finger just won't end the call. You stop trying when you hear a third voice a bit closer, keeping the other two under control, "Monica?" you mumble under your breath.

You haven't seen Monica in a long time, even before you and Carol split up, and you're sure Carol hadn't seen her in just as long. You start paying closer attention to what they're saying as Kamala is just done asking a question, "She's a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, now civilian," Carol answers.   "Your ex was here?" Monica chimes in, a little exalted.

"Yeah, a couple weeks ago."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't know you cared," Carol defends herself genuinely, making Monica bite harder.

"What was she doing here?"

"She came to take her stuff back."

"But all her things are still here," you can almost hear Carol shrug, "what happened?"

"You know what? I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"But I do," Monica challenges and Kamala chimes in.

"Yeah, me too!"

"Well, this is my ship and I've decided that this topic is over," Carol states in a firm tone, you miss the way her features turn sad and how she has to blink away tears.

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching the communication device, followed by interference, and then the call drops.

A little disappointed, you take the information you got from the communication device and run it through the S.A.B.E.R. software, revealing they're somewhere in the Condor galaxy. You're not familiar enough with it to know the specifics of the coordinates you got, but The Prince probably will, so you give him a call with the news.

"Condor? It didn't even occur to me, thank you so much, I will not forget this."

"Can I ask what this emergency is about?" Your tone is tentative, trying to test the waters.

"I’m not sure it is safe to discuss that through this medium."

You understand, but decide to pry anyway, "Is it life threatening?"

"I suppose not."

"Okay, cool." Immediately after you end the call with Prince Yan, you call Fury again, "I’m cashing in my favor."

"That was quick," he sounds completely unimpressed, "what do you want?"

"To borrow a ship that can get me to and from Aladna."

"We don't have any of those."

"Better start making some calls then."

You arrive at the compound a few days later and find a majestic ship waiting for you with the crest of New Asgard painted on the hull. King Valkyrie greets you as you admire the vessel, "I want it back in one piece," she warns playfully.

"Tell you what, if I come back in one piece, then so will your ship."

She takes a breath in, "I don't really like those odds." She opens the ship up and hands you the keys, walking in with you to show you the inside, "What's your plan here?"

You look all around you at the fanciest ship you’ve ever been in, "I don't know yet, the way there is long enough for me to come up with something."

"You can't force her to be ready," she cautions like a woeful warning, certain that this has something to do with Carol. Her words echo through the ship and make you look at her again.

"So much for that, she started dating someone new not two month after I left."

She frowns, "What are you talking about?"

"You know, that kid she's with, seems I’m the only one here who thinks it's creepy."

"Are you talking about Ms Marvel?"

"She has a code name?"

Val mocks lightly, "Humans with powers like to do that." "She has powers?" Maybe you should have done a background check on her.

"Yes, they are a team."

You scoff, "We both know Carol doesn't do teams."

"It was unintentional," Val gives you a knowing look "trust me, I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes"

"So, she wasn't lying?" Your voice grows small at the realization.

"Not about that," she has no energy for this, so much so that she’s resorting to pleading, "please don't do this."

"But I already wasted my favor on the ship." You stutter on your feet, weighing your options.

Val considers things strongly, she knows how devastating it could be if she lets you go through with this half thought out plan, barging in an Aladnan emergency for your ex, whom you broke up with, "I’ll do you one better," she proposes.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, "A favor from The King of New Asgard?"

"Within reason." She smirks at your reaction.

"Deal."

The Prince contacts Carol, and The Marvels soon arrive to his aid. They resolve the situation and continue on their intergalactic course.

Seems everything is going peachy with them, except Monica has been acting weird for a while, cold, standoffish, especially with Carol, and after a very close call in Aladna, Carol decides she has had enough of her attitude.

"What is your problem?" Carol demands as soon as they get back on the ship.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Monica shrugs, feigning ignorance. Sensing the impending argument, Kamala scurries to Carol’s room and shuts the door to not have to deal with it.

"Quit it," Carol crosses her arms, "I am sick and tired of your behavior."

Monica mimics her stance with her hands on her hips, "I’m not a kid anymore for you to try to scold me like this."

"You’re acting childish enough to deserve it."

"You’re not my mom, Carol, that would have required you to be around while I was growing up," Monica bites.

Carol’s jaw stiffens, "Don’t start with that again, we’ve talked about this, I’m trying to be better."

"Then, how come every time I’m here I have to witness your self-destructive patterns?" Monica almost yells, then calms down again, "You can’t keep isolating yourself from everyone around you."

Carol’s body deflates completely, "You’ve seen my life, you can’t blame me for that."

"Yes, I can. In fact, I am the only person in the universe who's allowed to blame you for it, it is basically my duty to do so." Carol only retreats into herself, making Monica’s features soften and try a different approach, "Your ex came to see you, what happened?" She hopes Carol won’t back away this time.

"She didn’t come for me, she came for her things, but she saw Kamala’s clothes in the closet and ran away." Carol trains her eyes on the floor.

"You believed that?" Monica squints at her words, rendering Carol confused, "If she just wanted her things, she would have taken them regardless."

Carol’s tone turns sarcastic, "Did she come to get me back?"

Monica chuckles sadly, "You don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what, exactly?"

"She didn’t leave because she doesn’t love you anymore, she left because you wouldn’t love her enough," Carol tries to find deceit in Monica’s words, but comes up empty, "you can’t allow yourself to be haunted by your past, you have to move on, to live in the present."

"If she didn't come for her things, then why did she come?" Carol is too scared to think of the answer herself.

"I can’t be sure, but she didn't need to come here for that," Monica takes a careful step towards Carol, "I mean, what did she even leave behind? A couple of hoodies?"

Carol shakes her head in disagreement, "You’re reading too much into it, we're over, she didn't want this anymore."

"She proposed to you for God's sake!"

"You don't need to remind me." Carol reaches into her pocket and produces a beautiful ring, forged of the finest Asgardian gold, strong enough to withstand anything Captain Marvel has put it through.

Monica gasps at the sight, "You didn't give it back to her?"

Carol’s eyes now remain on the band, "She insisted that I keep it."

"So you carry it around with you all the time?" Carol nods subtly, though she never wears it where she's supposed to since you left.

"It reminds me of what I lost." Monica scoffs at the dramatics, "My entire life I've kept letting people down, one after another, until there was no one left." Carol’s voice waivers.

Monica's lips part but she can't find the right words to say. "That's not true," a soft voice comes from the bedroom's doorway, Kamala makes her way to The Captains, "and, even if it was, that just means people continue to put their trust in you regardless, because they know you are better than your mistakes," she looks at Monica and then back at Carol, "we know."

The ship is silent for a moment.

Kamala places a comforting hand on Carol’s shoulder, "Whatever happened between you and her, I'd be really sad to see you let your fear win."

After The King dissuaded you from your dumb plan to visit Aladna, you stay in the Avengers compound.

One woeful morning, you go see Fury in his office, "Something the matter?" he greets you.

Your body slouches as you lean into the doorframe, "Not really."

"Shouldn’t you be on your way to the Magellanic right now?"

"I changed my mind."

He squints his eye, "I doubt that."

"I can't believe you were gonna let me go."

"What do you mean?" He takes a defensive position.

"You were gonna let me take a ship you borrowed to Aladna to see Carol, and for what?"

He shakes his head, "You’re looking at it the wrong way, you asked for a favor and I delivered, you're welcome, by the way."

"No, stop enabling me!"

"I can't stop you, if I didn't help you, somebody else would have. At least I got you the nicest ship available," his tone is unserious, but he means every word, "only you know why you do the things you do."

You bite your lip in response, "What if I don't know anymore?"

"Then maybe that's because you're no longer doing it for yourself." He gives you a sympathetic look. You slump on the chair in front of his desk with a heavy sigh.   "I miss her so much, Fury."

"I know."

"I don't know what else to do."

"I don't think there's anything you can do, the ball’s in her court, when she's ready, she'll find her way back"

There is fear and worry in your eyes, "And, if she doesn’t?"

"Carol always finds her way back home, even if it takes her a while."

Fury may have a point. There's nothing you can do but wait for Carol to come back to you. However, that doesn't mean you can't have someone else give her a little push in the right direction.

Carol arrives at Valkyrie's office in New Asgard in a rush, "Val, I came as soon as I heard," she pants.

"There you are," The King stands from her desk looking completely unbothered.

Carol takes her in and the quiet of the town, analyzing her surroundings with all her senses, "And I’m guessing you lied to me." Her posture deflates.

Val bites the inside of her cheek in slight remorse, "Sorry, Marv, I had to get you here by any means necessary."

"Why?" Carol questions skeptically.

"Have to repay a favor." Valkyrie brushes it off, "Come in, sit, let's have a chat," she gestures to the chair in front of her.

Carol is confused, but obliges, "What is it?"

"I would like to discuss your love life," Val chooses her words mindfully.

Carol is completely take aback, "Are you trying to get back with me?" That’s the only conclusion her mind can draw from this.

Val scoffs in amusement, "Not to brag, but if I wanted you back, you already would be."

"Yeah, right." Carol continues to think, "Please don't tell me you wanna set me up."

Val is having difficulty finding the right words, so she's glad Carol is leading the conversation, "Oh no, not at all," she pauses, "although, the last time I did, it worked out well…until it didn’t."

Carol exhales heavily as Valkyrie continues, "You know, I was just thinking that maybe when I thought she would be a perfect match for you, I was actually projecting myself onto you," she pushes herself away from the desk and lifts her legs to rest on top of it, "meaning, I think she might be a perfect match for me, what do you think?" Her voice turns subtly taunting.

Carol can only frown as she takes in her words, "What?"

"I would like to ask your ex out, if that's okay with you, of course. It’s been long enough, I assume if you wanted to make a move, you would have by now," her gaze pierces into Carol's, "right?"

Carol is fidgeting with the band on her index finger, causing Valkyrie to notice it, "Nice ring," she compliments as she’s picking up the phone.

"Thanks, it's Asgardian gold," Carol responds almost out of habit.

"Ah, I thought I recognized it."

"My ex gave it to me," Carol mumbles, making Val halt her movement.

"You mean the ex I’m about to call?" Carol nods, "She gave you the most precious ring and you still let her walk away? Wow." Each word is like a slap to Carol’s face, she already knows, already feels terrible, there's no need to twist the knife.

But Val doesn’t care about her feelings, so she calls you on speaker, "Hey, darling." Her voice sweetens immediately.

"King?" You sound surprised.

She smirks at the sound of your voice, "It is I, I was thinking about you and thought I'd give you a call."

You hum, "That’s very nice of you, how can I help you?"

"I was hoping you might wanna go out this weekend? I can send a ship for you and we can have a little get away in the fjords."

"That sounds wonderful," you gasp audibly, "so would that be—?"

"A date." She completes your sentence pointedly.

"…Okay, yeah, I would love that."

"Great, I'll see you then."

Carol watches the scene in front of her biting her tongue, using every last bit of self control to not go up in flames, "Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" she asks between gritted teeth after Val hangs up.

The King thinks about it for a second, "Not at this time, feel free to go to the jewelers and get a matching watch," she gestures to the ring, "my treat."

Carol stands up and leaves without saying goodbye. Val’s lips curl into a shit eating grin.

A few minutes go by and you call Val again in a much more casual tone, "Were you serious about that invitation?"   "Yes," she replies in a firm tone.

"Like a date, date?"

She takes a deep breath in, "Yes, now pack your bags and don't worry about it."

With perfectly calculated timing, Val finds Carol at the jewelers as she's picking up her complimentary watch, "Good choice," her voice makes Carol turn around, "now you have an apology present."

Carol finally connects all the dots in her mind, "So you were trying to set me up."

"No, I succeeded in setting you up, again," Val winks.

"I don't need you to help me, I don't want this," Carol says with conviction, but her inability to make eye contact speaks louder than her words.

Valkyrie tries to change the subject, "Where’s your team?"

"I got them a ride home, it's not often we get to be this close."

"Are you planning on going home?"

"I don't really have one."

"Do not disrespect your porch like that"

Carol reminisces, "That house hasn't been a home in a while."

"Go with her this weekend," Val walks closer to her in an encouraging gesture, "tell her you battled me in a duel to the death for her heart, make yourself the strongest, most majestic specimen for her."

Carol looks at her in amusement, and giggles "She would absolutely hate that."

"That’s right, but you know exactly what she likes," she places her hand on Carol’s shoulder, "just go with her, it’ll be nice," Carol shakes her head and carefully takes Val’s arm off her, "it doesn’t have to be a date, just try it."

"No, Val, please stop." There’s a rigidity in her tone that tells Valkyrie, it’s no use, so she gives it up.

That weekend, as promised, a ship comes to your house to take you to the fjords. You arrive to a quaint little cabin where The King awaits for you.

You drop your bags by the entrance as Val closes the door behind you, "Was this supposed to be a romantic get away with Carol?" you deduce.

"You told me to persuade her."

"Yes, like, talking to her."

She sucks on her teeth, "You know we don't do that so well. You should have seen her face when I called you," she chuckles, and you give her an unamused look, "I tried my best, I really thought this would work, I’m sorry."

"Don’t be, I know you did," you sigh deeply, "I can't even trick her into changing her mind."

"She’ll come back when she's ready."

"I’m tired of waiting." Val can only give you a tight lipped smile.

A few days later, Carol returns to Aladna and is welcomed by the Prince himself, "My Princess, I’m so glad you could make it."

They walk together up to the palace, stopping from time to time to greet the people, "The preparations for the festival are almost finished, my people will be so happy you could share it with us."

"I guess I really had no reason to miss it this time," Carol jokes.

They reach a balcony that oversees the city, where a small banquet is laid out for them to enjoy.

"Let us catch up while you’re here, I can’t remember the last time we had the chance to just talk." They sit across from each other as Carol hums in agreement, settling into his hospitality, "So, how is your love life," he asks tentatively, but Carol can see right through him.

"Are you also trying to get me back with my ex?" she asks incredulously.

His plan has been unraveled before it even began, "Not exactly," Carol crosses her arms, prompting him to continue, "I just want to have a little chat."

Carol fell for it again. What is it with her friends meddling in her relationships? But she loves Yan very much, so she might just sit through it for his sake, or to get to the bottom of it.

"Whatever happened with her, I am certain she's willing to put it behind you two," he begins.

Carol sighs heavily, avoiding eye contact, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

He spots the rare desire in her to open up to him, "Enlighten me then."

"She wants to marry me, I can't do that to her."

"Do what?"

"Make her put up with this." She points at her uniform.

"That doesn't sound like it's your decision to make," he takes a sip of his cup, "you married me, didn't you?"

Carol cannot believe his comparison, "Yes…to help you out."

"What makes marrying her any different? It would benefit you both, you're meant for each other, why can't you see that?"

His words are getting to her, but she tries to fight them, "Why are you doing this?" She can't even afford to be angry anymore, just exhausted.

"I owe her my people's safety," he admits after a beat, Carol immediately frowns at his answer.   "What do you mean?"

He reluctantly explains, "The last time you were here—"

"There was a disaster going down, I remember." Carol quickly completes his sentence.   "Right, I had tried to reach you for two weeks without success, I called your boss and he told me she could help me find you," he leans back on his chair, "within an hour of talking to her, I knew where you were."

"GPS signals can get tricky in Condor."

"Yes, I know that now."

It takes a moment for Carol to process Yan's words, but as soon as she does, she bolts from her seat to stand with her shoulders back and her head held high in all the poise of a superhero, "I have to go." She flies away, leaving Yan to have the banquet by himself. There is only one way you could have known where Carol was, except she never got your call, never even got the chance to decline it.

In deep urgency, Carol collects her Marvels back into her ship, "Who was it?" she demands as soon as the door closes, expecting them to know what she's asking.

Monica and Kamala stand puzzled, but Carol refuses to elaborate.   After about a minute of silent staring, Kamala slowly raises her hand, making Carol’s eyes go wide at the revelation, until she speaks, "I saw Goose eating your crocs, is that what we're talking about?"

Carol’s features turn to amusement, "No."

"Forget I said anything," Kamala mumbles in response.   Once they're done with their exchange, Carol meets Monica's gaze in a much firmer tone, Monica knows exactly what she means, "Why are you asking when you know only one of us could have done it?"

"I was giving you a chance to confess." Carol’s expression remains stoic.

Kamala looks at them both riddled with confusion, "What is happening?" she whispers. Carol pulls out the matching device to the one that belongs to you, though Kamala's bewilderment only grows, "What is that?"

Monica snatches the device from Carol's hand, "Let me introduce you to our home phone, when it rings, you must answer, unless Carol is in a bad mood," she snarks.

"It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, the problem is you didn't tell me about it," Carol growls with a stiff jaw.

"Is that so?" Monica crosses her arms in a challenging motion, "Or is it that she called and it wasn't because she wanted to talk to you?"

Carol's whole body tenses up at Monica's audacity, "Did you talk to her?"

Monica shakes her head, "I would have, but she didn't say anything." Knowing her next words, Monica gestures for Kamala to retire to her room to avoid getting caught in the crossfire and once she closes the door, Monica continues, "I was gonna hang up right after, until you decided to start talking about her."

"You let her listen?" Carol’s voice grows aggressive, Monica simply hums in response, "How long?" Carol begins to glow faintly, she’s recalling the wrong conversation, which makes her furious, "How could you do that?"

Monica maintains a calm but taunting tone, "Before you continue, let me just remind you that you are not my mother."

That is the last straw for Carol, "I fucking know that!" she finally blows up, "I’m sorry, okay?" her face reddens as the veins in her neck threaten to pop, "I’m sorry I wasn't there when you were growing up, I’m sorry I wasn't there when your mom died, and I’m sorry I wasn't there when you got back from the blip, is that what you want?"

"No," Monica gives her a gentle smile, "I know you're sorry, and maybe that's just the way it has to be, maybe you're gonna have to live the rest of your very long life regretting it, and maybe that's okay."

Monica looks at Carol full of empathy, she understands that her aunt has a huge blind spot when it comes to her relationships with other people, "But this is something you can change, she is someone you can do something about." She takes a careful step towards Carol, "Don’t you see? You are letting it happen again, right in front of your eyes. Don't turn her into someone you'll regret, it's not a fun position to be in."

Carol takes in Monica’s words and contemplates them deeply. Val and Yan were one thing, they were both kind enough to do you the favor of talking to her, but Monica, her own flesh and blood—so to speak—she has first hand experience in what Carol's life is like, in the consequences it can bring and yet, she constantly chooses to come back and has been insistent that she let you back in as well.

She's been trying to convince herself otherwise, but perhaps her friends do know what they're talking about.

You’re enjoying some quiet time alone in your apartment, when someone knocks on your door. After the last few weeks you’ve had, you were feeling quite open minded, it could even be Prince Yan on the other side of the door and you wouldn’t be surprised.

However, your breath gets caught up in your throat when you find a different Aladnan royal waiting for you.

Carol’s face immediately lights up when you open the door, "Hey," she says with a soft smile.

"Hi," is all you can muster, feeling your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

"Do you have a minute?"

"Sure." You get out of the way so she can come in and close the door behind her.

She sits at the all too familiar dining table and you join in beside her, "I know what you've been doing," she confesses in a sweet voice.

Your face reddens in embarrassment, "Sorry all our mutual connections are terrible at being subtle."

"They tried their best," she chuckles, "you should thank them."

You lift your eyebrows trying to figure out what she means, so she hesitantly explains, "Monica convinced me to come talk to you," she places a fancy box from the Asgardian jewelers on the table, "Val got me this to give you, and Yan made me really think about…" She slips her engagement ring onto the table.

"You still have it?" you gasp in genuine delight, "I thought you would have let Goose eat it by now."

"I’m sorry it took me this long to come around," she whispers.   You match her tone, "I’m sorry I was so pushy about it."

"When I saw Val—thanks for that by the way," she grins before her tone goes back to being honey sweet, "she asked me if I was going home, but I haven't felt like I’m home since you left, no matter where I am." Her eyes glimmer sadly, "I want to have a home again."

You slowly connect your forehead with hers, your touch feels like an oasis to her. You grab the band from the table and place it on her ring finger, "You’re home now." You lean in and she closes the gap between you into a velvety kiss.

Kissing her is like getting oxygen back into your system, you can finally breathe again.

That same day, she asks if you want to move back into her ship and you don’t think twice about it. She agrees to move Kamala’s things into the spare room so you can have your space back.

She’s bringing in the last of your things and you’re following behind her, when realization strikes you, "Did you say Monica convinced you?" you ask, as you replay your conversation from earlier in your head.

"Yes." She puts the box down on the floor and turns to you.

"I didn’t talk to her."

"You didn’t?" She frowns.

You shake your head, "Nope."

"Was I in that dire of a situation!"

You look at her in amusement, "It took six people and three favors to get you out of it."

"Don’t let me do that again."

"I make no promises."

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Alone

Day 5 of the Ranger Gathering - Alone

Pauline handed a steaming hot cup of coffee to the young man in front of her. Will had come over to visit Halt and Pauline, seeing as he had nothing else to do that day. Halt was out dealing with some robbers that were reported to be camping out somewhere close to Wensley village, but Pauline was still at the apartment, and Will took this alone time with her as an opportunity to bond.

Will and Pauline were very close, but he wasn't as close to her as he was with Halt or as Alyss was with her, so he wanted to strengthen their bond. Pauline had mutual feelings.

“So,” Pauline said, taking a seat opposite Will, “how have you been doing.”

Will took a sip of his coffee before replying. Good stuff. “Fine. Not much has been happening around the fief lately other than those robbers, but Halt’s taking care of them.”

“Yes,” Pauline said, “Halt mentioned that there hasn't been much activity for the past few months for whatever reason. But I suppose that just means that you two don't have as much work to do.”

“True,” Will agreed, “but it is nice to get out and do something instead of being cooped up inside with tons of paperwork and reports to go through.”

“Yes,” Pauline repeated, “Halt tends to complain about paperwork a lot. But you can still get out without having to track down criminals.”

“I know, but it's not as fun,” Will grinned, and Pauline smiled back.

They sat in silence for a short while, sipping their coffee and enjoying each other's company. Then Pauline spoke up.

“So,” she started casually, “what's going on between you and Alyss?”

Will looked up from his coffee mug, a little taken aback by the sudden question.

“What do you mean?”

Pauline shrugged innocently. “Just wondering, that's all.”

Will looked suspiciously at her before replying. “We see each other around, we talk and when we both have the time we try to meet up for dinner or something. She's a good friend.”

“Yes, of course,” Pauline replied, taking a careful sip of her drink, “friends.”

Will stared at her with suspicion again. “You know,” he said, “when I used to ask Halt about you and him, he would tell me to shut up before threatening to send me up a tree. And then one time he did.”

“Well then it's a good thing you're not Halt and we aren't talking about him and me.” Will didn't even bother to point out that that wasn't grammatically correct. Pauline knew what she was doing.

“Why do you want to know about Alyss and I anyway?”

Pauline shrugged innocently again, “Am I not allowed to be curious and ask questions?”

“You are,” Will replied, “but it doesn't mean you're going to get any answers.”

Pauline regarded him. “That sounds like something Halt would say.”

Will grinned. “That's because it is. He would say that exact sentence when I asked if I was allowed to be curious about something.”

Pauline laughed, “Sounds like you've picked up some habits from living with him for so long. But I'm still curious as to what's really going on with you and Alyss.” When Will didn't respond she added, “I promise I won't tell anyone.”

Will sighed. “What I told you is true. It is mainly just meeting up when we can.”

Pauline pressed on, “But?”

“But the problem is that's all it is.”

“You like her don't you? Really like her.” Pauline asked and Will nodded. “Then tell her.”

“I can't.”

“And why can't you?”

“Because I don't know if she feels the same.” Will said quietly.

“Will,” Pauline said, “if you live your life afraid of telling someone something, just because you're afraid of how they're going to feel, then one day you're going to find yourself regretting that you didn't say anything sooner, and you won't be able to tell them anymore. Trust me, it's easier to know how someone feels about something, than to live with the regret that you never bothered to find out.”

“I know,” Will replied, in a way that told Pauline that he didn't know and had never considered it. “But what if telling her ruins our friendship?”

“Trust me, it won't,” Pauline said firmly. “You two are too close for it to be completely ruined from this. The worst that would happen is your relationship is a bit rocky for a while, but it would get back to normal pretty fast.”

“What about you?” Will asked, “Were you nervous to tell Halt that you liked him?”

Pauline pretended to consider the question for a second. “Well that's pretty hard to say considering that he said it first. After he told me, it was pretty easy to say I liked him back.”

Will looked a little shocked. “He said it first?”

“I know,” Pauline replied grinning, “big surprise there. It's very hard to get that man to admit something, especially that he actually likes someone for once.” Pauline turned serious again. “Trust me Will. Tell her. I know it might be a bit scary at first, and you might have some thoughts of ‘oh my god what did I just just do?’ but in the end you'll feel better knowing that you've told her. And she hadn't told me anything, but I think it's pretty obvious that she likes you back.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

At that moment Will and Pauline turned their attention to the door as it opened and Halt walked into the apartment, muddy and with a bit of blood on his clothes. He looked at Will.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just talking to Pauline,” Will replied, then he gestured towards the blood on Halt. “Are you okay?”

“It's not mine,” Halt replied gruffly, taking off his cloak and walking into the room he shared with his wife. It was obvious to both Will and Pauline that he wasn't in the mood to talk. 

Will glanced outside through the window that was in the apartment. He saw the sun begging to dip behind the trees.

“I should get going,” he said, “thanks for talking with me, Pauline.”

“Anytime Will,” Pauline replied, smiling fondly at her surrogate. “Tell her.”

Will smiled back. “I will. Eventually.”

“That's all I ask for.”

Will waves goodbye and left the apartment. Pauline picked up the two now empty cups of coffee and placed them by the sink, planning to wash them later, and went to go help her husband clean the blood off of his clothes. God help them if he was to do it by himself.

The premise of this is that Will and Pauline have alone time just in case you missed it. That is probably the most unserious moodboard I've done because of the yapping things tbh. I didn't know what to put, and I wrote this last night so I didn't even remember what it was about and I'm too lazy to re read even though I should probably proof read it. Just don't be surprised if you see many many errors. Hope you enjoyed it, I''m gonna go stress at getting the others done now :)

[grandlinedreams]

Can you do jealous nico robin please??

hi!! absolutely, here you go ㅡ I hope that it's to your liking!!

"Look at this!"

"Don't wander too far ahead," Robin calls as she looks over from where she's standing to find you a few feet away, examining another ware stall with no small amount of fascination.

"I won't," you answer, but it's easier said than done when there's so much to look at, so much to see ㅡ you're suddenly more understanding of Luffy's attitude when it comes to new islands. Said Captain is off doing his own thing, as are the others.

"I see you're enjoying yourself though, which is good." Robin's hand rests on your head, affection that makes your cheeks warm, resisting the urge to lean into it like a content housecat.

"I am," you answer, "aren't you?" There's the abrupt fear that you're annoying her by asking her to come with you, flitting from one stand to the next ㅡ but Robin only smiles, her expression soft.

"Of course I am. I always do with you." There's nothing but honesty in her tone, and your heart hammers in response.

"Good." You're content to walk a little slower with her at your side, though your gaze never stays on anything for too long ㅡ until you catch the shimmer of something and you pull ahead without thinking. "Oh wow..."

It's a hairclip, ornate for the small, gleaming jewels inlaid at the center of delicate loops of gold, but that it isn't what truly catches your attention ㅡ it's the tiny jade butterfly perched towards the center, thin wings outstretched and winking in the sunlight.

You reach for it, mindful of how you hold it for inspection. 'This would be a nice gift for Robin,' you think, biting your lip. You know that Robin isn't one for gifts very often, but this clip is beautiful and practical.

"See something you like?" The unfamiliar voice jolts you from your thoughts and you look up to find a man of around your age watching you, hair swept back from his face and his eyes bright and inquisitive.

"Yes," you answer, figuring that he must be the stand owner as you hold up the hairclip. "I'd like to buy this, please. How much is it?"

He's quiet for a moment, and you watch his eyes flick over you before he answers, "For someone who's beauty rivals that of the heavens themselves? Free, if you'll allow me the honor of showing you around? It's pretty obvious that you aren't from here."

You blink, uncertain of how to respond. Part of you wants to bristle at the latter part of his comment. Had you been that obvious? It isn't like you'd been rude or obnoxious ㅡ but it's also clear that he's trying to flirt with you. You've watched Sanji do so (and fail) enough times to pick up on it, and the expectant way he's watching you makes you uncomfortable.

Is he expecting you to say yes?

"That's a generous offer," comes the answer, but it isn't from you. Relief floods your veins as your girlfriend approaches. Her expression is neutral, but you've been around her long enough to see the flicker of irritation in her eyes. "But they already have an escort."

The stand owner's gaze flicks from you to Robin, silently assessing before Robin continues, "And offering customers items for free in exchange for something like that is not a sound business practice."

The man's eyes narrow, though Robin only stares back before you set the clip down and reach for her hand. "Thank-you for the offer," you say, "but I don't think I want the clip anymore."

And then you pull away with Robin, her hand still in yours. You wait until the two of you are a safe distance from the stall before you huff indignantly, "What was that guy thinking? Even Sanji wouldn't do that!"

"I'm not so sure," Robin answers, though her tone is light and teasing before she squeezes your hand, tugging you to a stop so that you turn towards her, her other hand coming up to cup your chin and tip your head up. "But I'm not fond of people trying to take what's mine. Maybe I should make it clear that we're together, hm?"

[agentplutonium]

i’m having thoughts so have these porter/william scene depicting what I think went down during the whole “hey, can you kill this guy for me? thx” conversation:

Porter knew he never was shunned from the Solaire House officially. However, intentions and impact were two different things.

Because he had no official house he belonged to, others were more willing to interact with him. He was able to find out information he never would have been able to under William, just as they intended. The difference was William didn't ask for information anymore. He was radio silent for years now, only getting what Porter sent over. Never responding. Never any kind of follow-up. Never a thank you. Porter was sick of the man.

But then his phone rang, and William's contact came up. Porter just about didn't answer it.

"William," Porter said curtly.

"Porter, it's nice to hear your voice again," William said, in that airy tone he typically had.

"What is it that you want?" Porter asked, expecting him to want intel or give him a new person to keep an eye on. Anything that retained to his current situation. He was not expecting-

"Is there a time we can meet up, talk face to face? There's something we need to discuss that is best done in person."

Porter couldn't stop himself from agreeing, even if his stomach twisted at the thought of seeing him after so long.

And that was how Porter ended up with King Solaire on the living room couch as if he belonged there. He looked so at ease like they do this every weekend. Porter handed the wine over, sitting on the far end of the couch.

"Thank you, Porter," William said with a genuine smile. "How have you been recently?"

"You'd know if you actually called every once in a while," Porter quipped without thinking.

William's demeanour deflated a little. "I know. I am sorry for not keeping up with you. I should have tried harder. I did miss you these past few years."

Porter wasn't sure how to respond. Did he mean that? Or was he just saying that? Instead, he opted to move on. "Let's not waste time with small talk."

"Can I not catch up with an old friend?" William questioned, his mood back to where it was before.

Porter's heart gave a twinge at the term. "You said you had something to discuss," he reminded William.

William sighed, placing his glass down. "I suppose so," he said, sounding genuinely upset that the small talk was ending. Porter could never even begin to understand William's moods. "It is concerning the House of Bennett and what you told me recently."

Porter was well aware. He threw that information at William in hopes he would actually respond to him for once. It was met with the same silence he had been getting. "What do you need me to do?"

William chuckled, "always so eager to help me," he muttered, "you don't change, Porter Solaire."

Porter ignored how his stomach and heart did a flip at the words.

"What I'm about to ask of you is a lot, even by our standards," William prefaced, tone growing serious. "The House of Bennett, as you know, is funding the group Close Knit. We have found evidence that Close Knit was in on the Inversion, and where the Bennett's were supporting them they, too, are at fault."

Porter knew this, and he didn't understand why William was mentioning it again. "Yeah, and what about it?"

William took a moment before he answered, regarding Porter carefully. "I need your help in... taking out King and Prince Bennett."

Porter floundered for a few moments, the words sinking in. "You want me to kill them?!"

"One of them," William corrected. "If things go according to plan, and I have little doubt in it, the other will be executed for murdering his King."

Porter scoffed, rubbing his hands along his face. "This is insane, even for you, WIll," he said after a moment. "You want us to play God?"

"I want those responsible for the death of thousands of people to be held responsible. If we let this one slide under the rug, it is as if we are excusing the actions of Close Knit," William said, voice resolute. "Don't you trust me, Porter?" he continued, voice softening.

Porter looked at William for a long time, those kind eyes he knew so well looking back. The worst part was he did. He'd trust William with his life. He'd trust him with his very essence. William would tell him to jump and he'd ask how high. If William said he needed Porter's help, then who was he to say no?

However, this was different. William was asking Porter to kill for him.

"I don't know, Will," Porter said quietly. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, but something like this is..."

William moved closer to Porter, hand reaching out to rest against his knee. Again, Porter ignored how it made his heart flip. "It has to be you," William said earnestly, leaning close. "I wouldn't trust anyone else with this. You're the best man for the job."

The more William talked, the more that Porter's, very minimal, resolve was wavering. The way that William looked at him, as if Porter was his whole world. As if he genuinely did need him for this.

"If you're not going to do this for them, then do it for me," William continued, "do it for an old friend."

Porter couldn't take it any longer. "Okay. Okay, I will. For you, I will."

William broke out into a huge grin, sitting upright again but still staying close. He gave Porter's knee a small squeeze as he said, "That's my boy. Thank you. This means a lot to me."

Porter didn't say anything, revelling in how William looked at him. His eyes warm, regarding him in a way that Porter hasn't seen in so long. He learned today that his devotion to William ran deeper than he thought, and yet he found himself unafraid of this revelation.

He loved William. For better, or for worse.

[kennys-parka-jacket]

Heidi x Rebecca! A rarepair, to be sure

The cafeteria was noisy with the chatter of fourth grade children. It was very different from the strict silence of the Cotswolds' dining room. Rebecca shuddered.

She clenched onto her tray with a death grip. Had she held it any more loosely then her trembling hands would have sent to clattering to the floor.

She scanned the room for a place to sit. Every table had at least one person at it, most of which Rebecca did not know the names of. The few kids in the entire school whom she did recognize sent dirty glares her way every time she passed them. All morning she had been tormented with whispers of "skank", "whore", and "the slut from last year's dance".

Finally a kid got up, leaving one table empty. Rebecca darted towards it as quietly as she could. She must have scooted onto the bench a little too quickly, because she heard laughter coming from the table beside her.

"You'd better run", a boy said in her direction.

Rebecca picked up her pizza and chewed slowly.

"Do you eat cum the same way? Do you chew it like that?".

She did not say anything, face hot and tears beading against her eyes.

"She's acting like she can't hear us".

Rebecca did not catch any of their words after that. Her body moved on autopilot as she ate her food, mind somewhere else. She had become so distant from the lunchroom that she did not notice another girl talking to her.

"Hello? Hello", a lady Rebecca's age said while standing near her table. Based on her tone she had been trying to get Rebecca's attention for a few minutes.

"Hmm?", Rebecca said through a mouthful of milk.

"Can I sit at your table?".

Rebecca swallowed. She tried to respond, but no sound came out. She tried for a few more seconds to verbalize, but gave up when she bit her lip instead.

She nodded in the other girl's direction. At this point the girl, with her pink striped hat and watermelon colored coat, might be growing tired of her anxiety. She may not even want to sit with her anymore. Then there would be another reason for students to hate Rebecca in addition to the way she made a fool of herself last year.

Instead the girl sat on the bench beside her. "What's your name?", she asked as she opened her milk carton.

Rebecca's body siezed up again, but this time she was determined to not stay silent. "R... R-Rebecca", she stuttered.

"I'm Heidi", the girl repied. "How long have you been going to this school?".

She was nice. She was the only thing so far today that made Rebecca feel a little bit happy.

Rebecca squeezed her palms together as she focused on getting words out. "I'm new. I... I-I just started today".

"I see. I've been going here since third grade. It's pretty crazy compared to my last school. Aliens or monsters or something come out of the sky every week".

Rebecca laughed, a small and fragile noise. "That *sounds* crazy".

"Yup". Heidi picked up her pizza and took a bite. "What was your old school like".

Rebecca did not reply for a moment. She tried to find a way to tell the truth without revealing that she was homeschooled. "Uh...". A non-answer. That was just as bad.

"That's okay, you don't have to tell me right now", Heidi said patiently. "We should probably eat instead of talking anyway. Lunch is almost over".

Thhe two of them ate their food in silence for the next several minutes. To Rebecca's surprise it did not feel awkward.

They threw away their trash and put up their trays at the same time. On the way out the door Heidi spoke up again.

"Do you want to hang out at recess?".

Rebecca hesitated, then nodded.

"Okay, cool. I'll see you later".

"Wait", Rebecca said, causing Heidi to stop in her tracks. "Why are you being nice to me?".

"Because you're cool", Heidi replied.

"No I'm not. The last time I went to this school I did something bad".

"So? I've done bad things before too".

"But this was *really* bad. I hurt people".

"I know about that", Heidi said slowly. "But everyone deserves a friend".

There was something in her eyes, something about the way she held her palms close to her sides. In just a moment Heidi's body language had changed completely. Rebecca wondered if she, too, knew what it was like to be all alone.

"O... O-Okay", Rebecca said. "Then I'll see you at recess. And thank you for being my friend".

[echoghost1]

Under The Full Moon Ch. 5

Chapter Title: I'm Not Used To This

Characters: Lydia (POV 1), Melissa McCall (briefly), & Danny Fenton (POV 2)

Chapter Word Count: 1,543

Chapter update thanks to the crossover event by @crossoverdanuary!

Feel free to read on AO3 or down below the cut

Lydia sat in her car and sighed. It had been a long couple of days and it was only just Halloween tonight. 

She was glad to have been able to help save Kira and all, but she needed some kind of pick me up. Maybe a little treat.

Normally she'd be focusing on getting ready for the party Danny was throwing, but it just didn't sound like what she needed.

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she thought.

Parties usually cheered her up.

She needed something else.

“Oh duh,” she said to herself with an eye roll.

She knew exactly where to go.

A few minutes later she turned off the ignition once she was nicely parked.

She got out of the car with a smile and looked up at the mall.

Only it wasn’t the mall.

She had ended up at the hospital. 

“Oh come on!”

She looked up at the building in annoyance. How was she supposed to cheer herself up with a little retail therapy if she was here? 

Then again, would the stores even be open with the blackout? Probably not.

She pulled her phone out of her purse while she tried to think of how to recover from this.

There were a couple of notifications about Danny’s party. Apparently, it had to be moved due to the blackout. 

She squinted at the address. “How did you manage to convince him to let you throw a party there?”

Lydia pocketed her phone and realized that if the party sucked, at least finding out if he knew about it would be interesting. 

That's when she remembered she knew two Danny’s. 

And one of them was here.

Might as well see if he made it home yet.

“Hey Lydia, what brings you in today?” Melissa asked with a smile from the nurse's station.

“I was just wondering if the kid I brought in was still around.”

“Oh yeah. He’s just over there.”

“Cool, thanks,” Lydia said before heading towards the room.

“Wait!”

“Is he not allowed to have visitors or something?”

“It's not that.”

“What is it?”

“Look, I'm still kind of new to this whole,” she looked around for a second to make sure no one was paying attention, “supernatural thing,” she whispered before going back to her normal talking voice, “but I think you should introduce him to Scott.”

“Do you think he’s,” Lydia checked to see that they were still being ignored, “something?”

Without any hesitation, Melissa agreed. “Last night, after the power went out, I went to check on him.” she leaned in again to whisper, “his eyes were glowing.”

“Glowing?” Lydia repeated. 

“Yeah, but they weren’t like Scott’s or the others. His were brighter. So much brighter,” she paused again for a beat, “and they were green.”

Lydia had no idea what that could mean, but she had a sinking feeling she would eventually.

She knocked on his door and entered when he responded. 

“Oh, hi Lydia,” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She took that as a queue to close the door behind her. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he lied, “why wouldn't I be?”

“Why are you bundled up with all those blankets?”

“I got cold.”

She wasn't sure what it was, but something about that answer didn't sit right with her.

“Do you know when you're going home?”

“Nope.”

“Do you know how you got here?”

“Also no.”

“Did you ever talk to the cops yet?”

“Yeah, but I think they got a little busy with the escaped killer or whatever!”

“Oh, you don't have to worry about that anymore.”

“I don't?”

“No, he's dead.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, I didn’t come here to talk about all that.”

Danny just quirked a brow at her.

“You wanna go to a party tonight?”

“Me?” He asked as if he had never been invited to a party before. 

“Yeah you! Come on, let’s go.”

“Now? But I thought you said the party was tonight?”

“Yeah, but we need to get ready. You can’t wear that to the party.”

“What’s wrong with what I'm wearing?” he said while looking over his outfit.

“I can't believe you just asked me that.”

“What?” he said obliviously.

“That's not a party outfit and, more importantly, you've been wearing that for two days?!”

“Okay, that's valid.”

Lydia just rolled her eyes and led him out of the hospital. 

This kid needed more help than she thought.

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Instead of heading to a store or the mall like Danny thought, they went to Lydia’s house.

“Mom, I brought a friend over. We’ll be in my room!” She called as they entered.

“Okay Dear! Just let me know if you need anything!” her mom called back from further into the house.

Danny was led upstairs and was a little confused when she stopped and opened a hall closet.

“Here, take these,” she said as she handed him a nicely folded towel and matching washcloth.

She continued down the hall and into her bedroom and pointed to her private bathroom. “Take a shower, use whatever you want. I’ve got a few options in there, don’t even worry about using anything up.”

“Okay thanks,” Danny said before heading over to the bathroom.

“Real quick, what size are you?”

“Medium?”

“Pant size too.”

“32x34.”

She just squinted at him.

He sighed and then said, “28x30”

She nodded and hummed to herself, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Not too long later, Danny toweled off his hair before wiping the bathroom mirror clear of steam.

Despite the weirdness that led him to get here, things were looking up. 

It always surprised him how much better he felt after taking a shower. You think he’d just know that by now but no, always a surprise.

The other surprise of the day was the amount of men’s shower stuff Lydia had. Maybe if that was all she had, he’d just assume she preferred it, but there was an entire line of lady stuff. 

Lady stuff that smelled like her.

So why did she have all this other stuff? Would it be rude to ask?

He pushed the question aside and made sure the towel was secure before he poked his head out of the bathroom unsure of what the next part of her plan was.

“Oh good, you’re done. Come look at your options!” Lydia said while showing off the clothes on her bed.

He found several outfits laid out. Why did she have so many guy clothes?

Every time he’d seen her she’d been dressed up in really girly outfits. She seemed like the kind of girl that didn’t even own pants. It was either skirts or dresses and yet there was all of this.

“I didn’t have any pants your size but I’ve got a couple of belts to choose from and as soon as the power gets turned on I’m taking you on a little shopping spree. I would have today, but everything is closed, obviously.”

“How did you get all this guy stuff?”

“I’ve had a few boyfriends over the years. Sometimes they forget things. Don’t worry, everything is clean.”

Danny had a feeling that maybe there was a piece of the puzzle that he wasn’t getting. Mostly, how does a guy leave without his pants? Why were they off in the first place? Did they all take showers here? Did they go shopping and change into new things without taking the old ones?

He decided it wasn’t his business to know all the details.

Instead, he refocused on what his options were.

All of the clothes looked nice. Some of them were brands he recognized as things the popular guys at school would wear. Which made sense if these were Lydia’s boyfriend's things. 

She definitely was a popular girl.

That’s when he realized that he got invited to a party by a popular girl. Dang, he’s doing much better in this town than he did back home.

He pointed to an outfit with a red button-up, “I’ll try that one.”

“Good choice.” she nodded in approval.

He gathered up the outfit and went back into the bathroom to get ready. All of it was a bit too big for him, but he didn’t really mind. He liked his clothes baggy anyway. 

Once he was dressed, Lydia walked around him inspecting his outfit. Eventually, she decided he needed to add a dark denim jacket to complete the look.

“Okay now you’re perfect,” she said with a smile. “Dinner and then party?”

“Sure.” He followed her downstairs and was completely sidetracked before they even made it to the kitchen, “You have a dog!”

“Yeah, her name is Prada. You can pet her if you like.”

He immediately got down on the floor to show this puppy affection. 

Prada seemed a little hesitant of him at first but once she sniffed him she approved.

Petting Prada was very different from Cujo. For one, she was much warmer with the whole being alive thing, and two, he didn’t have to worry about her growing five times bigger and dragging him away like he was the stick in a game of fetch.

It was nice.

He hoped the rest of his night was this good.

[habitual-creatures]

(This is just for mod) Commenting on your ramble post answering 💜 anon,

i'm absolutely not gonna lie to you rn and say i can personally relate to your situation because i cannot to some extents. however i also cannot help but to feel extremely happy for feeling you found the place and the people you have been seeking. it's really hard to not see yourself in a negative light when you're surrounded by people who treat you accordingly. but trust me when i tell you it's extremely hard. and the fact that you're still here, even after so much disappointment proves you're strong, stronger than you think. We’re all proud of you and I just want you to know that your accounts (both this one and your main) both bring me joy and intrigueness(if that’s even a word) when I get a notification or see you on my feed.

Honestly at this point with all of the positive asks I've been receiving I don't know how to respond anymore without getting repetitive, but seriously.

And I mean it EVERY TIME, thank you.

It has been a nightmare, but this is a break from that. I get to enjoy myself and my life here. Which is incredible.

I'm still learning how to get out of those ruts, but it's just nice to have something.

A small group of dedicated people that I care about, and that care for me regardless.

I may still slip up, make mistakes, maybe get aggressive at times but the hope that you and the others who interact here will see past that and actually TRY to stay with me is beyond belief to me.

These kinds of words are ones I've been waiting my entire life to hear.

The words I've wanted to have spoken or written to me through all of my friendships, romantic relationships, hell, even my own parents or family members, and just overall years and moments of LIFE.

I still feel like I'm being corny or overly sensitive, because, well "most people don't respond to basic human kindness this way" but if I didn't truly thank you, I'd feel like I was being shallow.

I don't want you or anyone else to EVER mistake how deep my gratitude goes.

This blog, and all of it's interactors and interactions have been keeping me alive.

Keeping me from losing whatever has been LEFT of my ability to keep going.

I am HONORED to hear that you feel intrigue and joy just from me posting. Because most of the time I feel like I'm just talking in the dark.

You all are (as stereotypical or stupid as it sounds) being the proverbial "light" for me.

Thank you, seriously for helping me stay afloat.

And, thank you for not lying to me... I'm grateful for that.

[archivalofsins]

For the ask game— 1, 2 and 18 for Yuno. 2, 11, and 14 for Muu. 2, 5 and 20 for Amane. I’m not sure if the 2s are repetitive, but I’m especially interested in your thoughts on that question in general. Also I’m sorry if I gave you too much since I’m never sure what the proper amount is for these types of things. Feel free to cut a character or a few questions out.

milgram character ask game ! send the character + the questions

Thanks for the ask! It's not too much, I'm happy to see that you're interested in my thoughts on this!

Kashiki, Yuno/ Yuno Kashiki

1. favorite song lyrics? 2. favorite mv moment/frame? 18. which non-deco vocaloid songs do you think suit them?

Favorite song lyric from each mv and cover song in order-

Umbilical

"Why are you here? You annoy me a little."

The tone used here along with the visuals paint a really nice picture. Also, Yuno just sounds so pouty when annoyed.

"Is it a day off tomorrow? But anyway, let’s be together till the morning."

I really like how she goes from,

"Wait do I have time off tomorrow to well that doesn't matter for now we're together and we'll stay together until morning."

It really shows off that understated feeling of infatuation throughout the song.

"Am I a bad girl? Please don’t answer."

I like this line because it's not only addressing the audience but the people she knew before Milgram. Illustrating that she doesn't want someone to view her as bad for the things she chose to do. Yet also highlighting how she doesn't want an answer from the audience or this other person at all. She just wants her actions and feelings recognized but she doesn't want a good or bad label attached to them and I think that's neat.

"I messed up. I found out."

This line is done really well in the mv and the light airy laughter as it's sung is reminiscent to the scenes where we see Yuno blowing up the balloons.

Sticky Bug

"Say that you love me, say that you love me since there's nothing else I need."

"Say that you love me, so it won't ever be forgotten."

"From now on keep thinking of me fondly, ok?"

"Hey, I love you! I really love you! I super-duper love you! I love you so much I don't even know anymore! Ah, that's just the tip of the iceberg. So, please let me keep filling you with this love."

"Say that you love me. Saying that I don't need anything else isn't being honest. Say that you love me for if I'm lucky, then at any rate, I really want every single part of you."

I really just love the tone used when all of these lines are sung. This cover really shows off how full of love Yuno is for those she likes even if she gets cold sometimes. I really love the contrast between it and Umbilical.

Tear Drop

"Happy or sad? Why decide?"

I really love this line. It's so blase but speaks volumes about Yuno's mindset. Putting her dislike of labels on full display. As she questions again why is it so important for others to tell her how they feel about her actions, the choices she made.

Instead this time she's not telling the audience not to answer like she did in Umbilical she's reprimanding people for deciding things about her life and circumstances without even knowing her opinion on it. Following up on her statements about the audience creating a sob story for her within her voice drama. The audience deciding that her life must have been sad that she must not know what love really is yet, etc.

It's a really good line.

"If you want “me”, come marco, I’ll polo."

I like this line because it highlights how Yuno doesn't like people chasing an idea of her. How people create this idealized version of her in their heads and project it on her expecting her to take responsibility for the misconceptions they formed. But- Yuno has no intention of taking responsibility for what other people assumed about her or giving into their assumptions.

She only smiles when she wants to smile and frowns when she wants to frown. It doesn't matter how people perceive that or want her to respond to their kindness. To me this was her blatantly saying keep chasing this idea of me and I'll keep moving further away. Just like in a game of marco polo. The audience is shouting out all these ideas of who they believe her to be who they want her to be and she's moving further and further away regardless of which way it goes.

"Let’s just do it, please smile?"

I like this one because it can be taken as Yuno talking to herself. It also follows up on her first line in her second interrogation when she asks to hurry up and have the song extracted or whatever. In a way i interpreted this as Yuno going like she does in the portal timeline interaction with Amane,

Let's just shut up and be happy because things are going welll aren't they I still have more freedom than the others and I'm not being mentally degraded they're being nice trying to be empathetic. So I should be able to smile about this but it still feels bad just like before. I should just smile and get this over with just pretend to be grateful but I'm not- I'm annoyed and over this.

Vampire

"Going back and forth between the best and the worst the fruit of anxiety becoming sweet."

Really highlights Yuno's disdain for swinging between extremes of any kind. Displayed by her complaints regarding how the news sensationalizes things in her first voice drama.

"Even if I act tough, I can't go against my feelings."

Highlights that despite Yuno's cold and cool exterior that she's still a person who acts impulsively at times and can wind up subject to her own desires. Even if she recognizes there's no point in it.

"If we can connect and check maybe I can die."

Really enjoy how Sticky Bug highlights the pleasure of infatuation and Vampire highlights the disatisfaction of finding out the person you were infatuated with can't fulfill your needs. Like maybe if we just meet I can finally die or maybe if we just discuss it I can finally let this go. The depression one feels when you want to go further but the other person either can't or doesn't want to.

"It's fine. It's sad. It's painful. Until I eat all of you- It's okay. It's fun. It feels amazing. It's so addicting that I'll drown, screaming."

Shows off Yuno's habit of getting quiet and reserved when things aren't going well. Because she can't or won't be bothered to fix other's misconceptions about her even if the assertions being made are hurting her more. She'll just do the bare minimum and hope they can read the room. Sadly, most people can't and eventually that turns out badly.

There's something so deeply animalistic about a girl being nice to those around them not because they're having a good time but because they just want the interaction to end and people not taking that hint. Like I can feel that sort of animosity in everything Yuno does. That sort of I'm definitely not enjoying myself but you're going to keep talking anyway because that's how you all are you really don't care if I'm enjoying this or not. If I say what you think is true or not. None of it matters to any of you, you all just want to hear yourselves talk.

And all her songs capture that feeling in subtle and interesting ways.

My favorite mv moment/frame for both her trial mvs are-

I like that all the background characters in Yuno's first mv have faces showing off her habbit of people watching brought up in her first trial interrogation if I'm remembering correctly and her more personable nature.

I really like this because

Fu fu is a phrase used to indicate laughter.

It literally looks like she's saying F U to the audience.

Three it displays that she was blowing up this balloon herself or actively making the situation bigger than what it was. Until it burst.

What non-deco vocaloid song do I think would suit Yuno-

At Least

Love Philosophia

A Realistic Logical Ideologist

Sincerity Nature: Drastic Measures of Ignorance (For both her and Kazui)

Kusunoki, Muu/ Mu Kusunoki

2. favorite mv moment/frame? 5. favorite voice drama line/moment? 20. what do you think their social life was like before milgram?

After Pain

I like how Mu's pupils get larger during this segment when she sees Rei. Like a cat seeing something they like very reminscent of this frame in Otome Dissection-

And this scene-

The panicked, shocked, downright anxiety ridden expression on Mu's face at this moment always gets to me it has such an impact.

It's Not My Fault

Or as I like to call it look at her trying to be cool with it. Look at her trying to convince herself what she did was actually okay and valid for two straight minutes to the point that she managed to convince everyone it was not.

She really believes it's not her fault guys this is the face of someone who fully fucking believes that.

She's super happy not in hysterics at all. Defintely not reckoning with the very tangible consequences of her actions in the middle of nowhere with barely any people around. Then immediately going this can't be happening and going actually wait what if I am the bad one here directly after this display just to go wait a second you said I'm right so I'm not right- I'm not the bad one here right? You said so all of you said so.

By that i mean anxiety presents in many ways and she and Futa both have it. If she was really confident in her choices she would not have had to hype herself up that much and self-depricate calling herself a drama queen and pitiful on the track. Like girl you don't need Milgram you need communications counseling and self-esteem therapy.

We cannot help you. God did in fact not give you everything you have the moral backbone of an eclair and the social understanding of someone who's befriended manipulators and users that never tell you you're wrong because they don't get anything out of you being right. Girl day one was bad and it's not getting any better. Someone free this girl she's in a state of perpetual torment that she's convinced herself is pleassure. Get better friends and parents.

Nobody that loves you would actually support you acting in a way so self-destructive and the fact that so many people saw you imploding and did nothing is legitimately sad. Then the one person who actually reprimanded you for your behavior you killed because you couldn't take that from them. Everything is wrong here. I'd say pack it up but spaceship shuttle hangers couldn't hold all this. Hell her song barely could.

Favorite voice drama line or moment-

Crying Bee

I like the fact that she canonically spends the first several minutes of her voice drama in tears at the idea of someone several years younger than her and much shorter bullying her. It really shows that she's a bit of an overreactor. Because honestly I think Mu could fold Es too. Like they're frail and short. If it wasn't for the barrier these prisoners would be playing catch with their body.

I also like how she responds to the idea of manual labor. It showcases just how prissy and sheltered she is. It's also really cute how quickly she stops being concerned after she sees Es talking to a rabbit. Like she just thought internally oh they're like that well I guess I don't have to worry too much.

Queen B

I really liked that she highlighted we do in fact have the choice to vote everyone innocent and we just aren't taking it. It speaks volumes because it's Yamanaka throwing the Milgram experiement in our face basically going you're doing exactly what the people in it before did whatever it took to continue the experiement with very little prompting. All he had to say is something bad will happen if we did that and the audience went oh no he's the writer a figure of authority we can't vote everyone innocent guys. Then he really went and wrote that it's such a funny thing to do.

I think Mu's social life before Milgram was rather bad. I don't think it's emotiionally healthy to be around people who only want something out of you or are afraid to disagree with you. Because it doesn't emotionally prepare people for rejection and can cause them to have very visceral reactions to it. She also has a hard time telling her friends iff their behavior is wrong because of it being too indulging even.

It's really not a healthy way to be but it does stop one from sticking out too much and can lead to them being well liked. I think during elementary school Mu may have been bullied a lot for not looking traditionally Japanese and those features became mor ecoveted as she grew up. It's common for overtly foreign looking kids to be treated differently and harrassed in Japan.

So, it was my belief that her reaction to bullying and her being a bully in general was in response to the harassment she faced prior and a way to make sure it didn't happen again. Her social interactions seem to have been incredibly warped.

Momose, Amane/ Amane Momose

I forgot 2 and 5 I'm so sorry-

2. favorite mv moment/frame? 5. favorite voice drama line/moment?

Favorite mv moment/frames-

Magic

I like these frames because she looks so genuinely happy.

Purge March

I like these shots because the source of her pain is now pasttense. Also the last one makes it look as though Amane is going mind your business.

There's also cryptid Amane-

My favorite voice drama/voiceline moments are when she points out that what's going on here is technically a crime but she won't judge us, when she says emotions and logic are two different things, and when she tells Es to get up in her second voice drama and calls them out for using we as well.

20. what do you think their social life was like before milgram?

I already answered this one~ So, I'll link it here and I'll add it here as well.

I think Amane was a rather unsocialized child. She seems to have been more used to communicating with adults than peers her own age. It's also stated that she was not allowed to amusement parks where she would have the opportunity to interact with children her own age. In Purge March we see her off on her own with a cat at an underpass used for dumping stuff.

Chances are she didn't have many friends her own age and that cat was the closest thing she had to one. We don't see much of her school life even though she's implied to be going to it. Just her walking to and back home from school. Considering she went to school bruised up like that and home with no issue it doesn't seem like most people were paying attention to her.

She also seems used to being ignored and sitting in silence reading on her own and perfectly fine with keeping it that way if in a particularly bad mood. She also only actively reaches out to other prisoners when she has a pretense to. Most of her timeline interactions with others being prompted by her need for help with studying.

Or even in the minigrams interacting with Mahiru and Yuno when she had bad bedhead. Beyond that she only discusses certain topics in depth. Such as her father who she talks about with great enthusiasm on multiple occassions. She seems to be a father's girl and used to keeping to herself. So, I imagine she only really opens up or shows her more childish side around people she trusts and have shown that it's okay to act that way around.

She's a very emotionally guarded person so she probably doesn't really let herself relax until she has reason to believe it's safe to. At least that's the impression she's given me. Once she does though she can be rather social and opinionated. She's definitely not one to back down just because someone older than her tells her she's wrong.

Like with Futa bringing up she hadn't ate her meat that one time or the birthday interaction she had with Yuno. She can be a very helpful and hopeful person for others to communicate with in Milgram because she reminds the other prisoners that they don't need to back down or bend to the circumstances they're in and I think a lot of the prisoners in Milgram appreciate that about her.

Something best illustrated through these timeline interactions,

22/04/19 (Futa’s Birthday)Futa: Ahh…… I’m not wrong…… I wasn’t doing anything wrong…… Shut up, why are you going on an on about something so minor…… It has nothing to do with you…… Aaahhh……

Amane: Oh, were you talking to yourself, Futa-san? Or maybe there’s something there you’re able to see?

Futa: ……! O-oh, it’s just you. It’s nothing. ……but well, on that note. Hey. Don’t you have anything happening too? Since being in here, just suddenly getting anxious. Feeling as though loads of people are all there condemning you, telling you you were wrong.

Amane:……I’m fine. I don’t know what you’ve done or what it is you’re worried about, but I think if there’s something you believe in, you should stay true to it. It’s not something that should waver just because other people said something. I personally don’t plan on changing my own beliefs even if I’m told I’m wrong either…… ……today is your birthday, correct? I’ll pray for God to keep you under his care

23/06/27 (Amane’s Birthday)

Amane:What is it…… Kashiki Yuno. Don’t sit so close to me. Go away.

Yuno:Sorry for barging in when you’re getting into your worldview thing. But Mahiru-san’s finally managed to get to sleep. Humour me with some small talk while I take a break. By the way, Amane. Have you ever wished you were never born? I’ve thankfully lived a pretty fun life so far, so haven’t really. But you seem to be struggling with something. So, I kinda wondered if you thought like that.

Amane:……I don’t think that. Being born into this world is the first miracle any person experiences, and is something to celebrate. Even if after birth I was put through trial after trial, the value of that will never disappear.

Yuno:Hmm. Ok. ……happy birthday, then. It’s good that you were brought into the world, I guess.

Amane constantly reminds the people she knows that they are not their circumstances. That they are in fact still themselves regardless of what anyone says about them or the choices they make and that if they still believe in and have faith in those choices, they should stick to them. So even though I don't think she communicates often when she does, I'm pretty sure it helps a lot of the people she communicates with.

So, before in within Milgram i think her social life was limited but very fulfilling regardless.