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littlebitsalt · 3 months

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Hello can i request yandere catboy x reader, so the yandere is reader's cat (in cat form) but in school yandere is also reader's classmates (in his human form (so he can change his form to cat and something perfect human even human with ears & tail)) so automatically the knew each other as classmate (they're not close in school) but reader didnt know that their classmate is their cat too, the yandere its so obsessed with reader inside school and house, but he more clingy when he in his cat form because he can get patted and cuddled with reader, but one day when they're cudding together the cat turn into human which make reader shocked, the reader keep trying to get rid of him even start to ignore him in school where he suddenly being clingy ans touchy, the rest of the story i let you continue (≡^∇^≡)

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: longest fic I've written It got longer than I expected 😙

Summary: you find out your cat is actually your classmate.

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Your friend stopped walking as an orange cat came into view.

"Oh- There's a cat over there!"

Before you could react, your friend dashed over to the cat.

"Aww... so cute."

"Come on, let's go home."

You said, standing beside your friend who is taking pictures of the cat.

"Wait- she's purring. I need to take a photo of this."

You sigh. Your friend was obsessed with cats and never missed any chances to watch them, take pictures of them and touch them. She also took photos of this orange cat just outside the school gate everyday.

"I don't have anything to feed you today.. but I'll buy some tomorrow, okay? Bye, Chesse."

After one last pat, your friend stood up.

"That cat has a name?"

You asked.

"Of course she does! Everyone in school calls her Cheese. Her soft fur is just like cheese."

Your friend proceeded to show you pictures on her social media. You had no choice but to look at her social media that is filled with pictures of cats.

You didn't hate cats, but you weren't a fan of them either. You've taken a few pictures of cats in the past, but admiring cats all day was not that interesting to you.

After saying goodbye to your friend, you went to your home.

"Mom, I'm home."

You shouted loud enough for your mom to hear.

Your mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Hey mom- huh?"

You felt something cling to your leg. You immediately looked down to find a black and white cat.

"What is this?"

You said, confused. You tried to back away from the cat, but it was still clinging on to you. You turned to your mom to hear some kind of explanation.

"It's a cat from my office. I'm sure you've seen this cat a few times."

Your mom replied. Now that you think about it, you could remember this cat from a few days ago when you visited your mother's office.

"Is this cat the one staying at the back of your office building?"

"Yes it is! I made a simple bed for it to stay.. and I decided to just take it home-"

"What? Does dad know about this? What about my brother?"

"They seem pretty chill about it. Your brother liked the idea. You know the drawing he drew in his kindergarten? That kid likes cats."

"What if this cat already has an owner?"

"I checked it, and everyone around my office said this cat was alone for a few years. So it's fine, (y/n), don't worry."

"You could have asked if I'm fine though."

You looked back at the tuxedo cat. You didn't want to blame the cat, but getting a cat without your opinion was not the best feeling.

You patted the cat's head while it curled around your leg. This cat was acting like it's smart enough to comprehend your feelings. You felt the cat clinging to you more as you touched it.

"I'm sorry (y/n). I should've told you sooner, but I was busy. Plus, the person using the second floor starting next week is allergic to cat fur, so I had no choice to take the cat to home."

Your mom said. You nodded as a reply and looked at the cat again.

"Look, the cat likes you the most. That cat never warmed up to me like that. Why don't you name the cat, (y/n)?"

Your mother was true. You visited your mother's office a few times, and this cat only liked it when you touch it.

"I'm bad with names, and why don't you name it? It's you that brought it here anyway."

"Oh come on, (y/n). Don't be so harsh on the cat."

You ignored your mom and tried to go inside your room, but the black and white cat followed you inside your room without any presence.

"You really do like me.."

You murmured to yourself.

The cat still curled up to you between your legs. You had to pick up the cat and move it to your bed to unpack your school bag and change into comfortable clothes.

You crawled into your blankets and got your phone ready to watch videos before dinner. The black and white cat also crawled beside you, using your right arm as a pillow.

"Oh right.. I need to think of a name for you.."

You said as you scratched the cat.

"What about.. just Tux? That's pretty easy to pronounce."

You said as the cat digged into your chest.

"Do cats like their owners this much..?"

You mumbled.

"So Tux it is? Or do you want another name?"

Your cat ignored your mumbling and rubbed its face onto you.

"... okay then. Your name is Tux from now on."

Your cat, now named Tux, reacted to its new name, and it seemed quite pleased.

You spent time scrolling down social media with your cat beside you before your mother called for dinner. As you got up and walked to the kitchen, Tux followed you. At the kitchen, you found your little brother and your dad talking about their experience today in the playground.

"Where have you been?"

You asked your brother.

"In the playground with my friends... wait- that's the cat mom's talking about-!"

Your brother's attention darted to Tux immediately as he touched the cat. Tux didn't avoid the touch either.

"That cat's name is Tux. I named it."

You said, sitting on your chair and eating food your mom prepared.

"That's a.. intuitive name."

Your dad said, looking at Tux.

"... Anyways, why did you agree to raise a pet?"

You asked. Looking at your brother's wide smile, your dad answered,

"Didn't your mother tell you? Uh.. your brother likes cats, and why not?"

"... yeah whatever."

You ate dinner listening to your little brother talking about Tux. You felt good that your brother got a pet that he wanted. However, at the same time, you felt uncomfortable... having a pet all of a sudden. It felt like having a new family member without your permission.

You know that having a pet will feel like having a family member as time passes. Your friends told you about how their pets meant the world to them... But there was this uncomfortable feeling about Tux.

Maybe you were just mad about your family and wanted to leash your anger to Tux. You didn't know.

When you woke up the next day, you found Tux right beside you.

"How did you get in here..."

You went to sleep alone last night. You remembered that you closed the door before Tux gets in.

You shrugged it off since you had little time before you go to school. You walked around, brushing your hair and wearing your uniform.

"Where is it? Ugh.."

You mumbled as you searched for your earphones. You put them on last night, and the right one was missing.

"Hey- don't distract me."

You lifted up Tux from the bed sheets and searched to see if the bed sheets were covering your right earphone. You rummaged through your bed sheets but you couldn't find it. While you were busy lifting up bed sheets, Tux crawled under your bed.

"What are you doing?"

You also looked under the bed.

"Oh- You found it!"

Tux was playing with the right earphone you were desperately searching for. You grabbed your right earphone and put in the case as your cat tossed it to you.

You sighed in relief and looked at Tux.

"Thanks for your help... I would've died for boredom in school without your help."

You smiled at Tux and left your room, ready to go to school.

In your classroom, you talked about your new cat to your friend. As expected, your friend was excited about it, asking dozens of questions.

"How can you not have a picture of it?"

Your friend said.

"I didn't think of it. I'll send you a picture when I go back home."

Your friend rambled about how her mother would not allow her to have a pet. You listened to your friend quietly.

"Hey."

Someone poked your shoulder. You looked back to see who it was, and one of your classmates was standing right behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're sitting on my seat."

Your classmate said.

"Oh- sorry-!"

You stood up right after.

"Don't you think you and him have a lot of connections lately?"

Your friend said, eating a chocolate bar she bought in free time.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You sat in his seat in lunch time. How could you not remember?"

"Oh- are you talking about Blake?"

"Of course I am! Don't you think he likes you?"

You knew your friend loves setting people up and likes searching for possible couples, but this time, she's talking nonsense.

"I didn't even talk to him that much."

Your friend was eager to tell you what she has found.

"That's not the point- The important part is that he's constantly gazing at you during class. Also, how can you not notice that it's you he talks to!"

"He talks to plenty of people."

"Oh no, you're clueless. If you observe further, you'll definitely realize he only talks to certain people, or friends, and they all knew Blake even before highschool."

"How do you know that?"

"My eyes and ears are open."

"..."

Blake and you? That's such a confusing match.

"Your observations can't be the reason."

"See for yourself then. I'm sure. Blake has interest in you."

"..."

You didn't believe a word your friend said before Blake asked if he can join you on the way home.

It was awkward, walking with a classmate who you've barely talked to. Blake was quiet, and you didn't know how to start a conversation.

"I thought you go home with your friends."

You said.

"Oh- I moved recently. It seemed like you go home this way too, so... I thought it could be great having another friend to go home with."

Blake said. You could see he was a bit nervous... but why?

Not much conversation went by, and you waved goodbye to Blake in front of your house. You went into your house, throwing your book bag onto the bed and taking off your jacket.

You looked around to see if Tux was around, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You went into every room in your house but Tux wasn't in any of them. You went back to your room, wondering where that sneaky cat hid himself. You were unpacking your bag when you noticed something jumping over the fence. You looked at it to realize that it was your cat that was jumping over the fence and into your home.

You quickly opened the window facing the garden Tux was walking across and let it in your room.

This was strange. The doors were all locked, and you went out of the front door in the morning, so there's no way for Tux to get out. Your mother took your little brother to kindergarten and your father went to work after you left for school.. but they wouldn't have left Tux leave the house.

"Do you get out of the house when no one is watching?"

You said, in a surprised tone.

Was this cat extra smart, or were you mistaken about all the doors being closed?

Tux didn't seem to care that it got out of the house when everyone was outside.

You were skeptical but decided to ignore it and kept on unpacking your bag and organizing your clothes.

After a few hours, your mom came home with your brother.

"We're going to have dinner after an hour when your dad comes back from work-"

Your mom said loudly enough for you to hear.

In your room, you were studying while Tux was watching. You studied until your mother called you to eat dinner.

Your little brother was talking about his day in kindergarten like always, and your mother was setting food plates on the table.

You ate quietly as your brother went on about how his friend and him played some kind of game.

"Mom, today a classmate wanted go home together with me. The funny thing is.."

You said to your mom when your brother cooled down.

"Are you listening?"

You asked your mom.

"Oh- I am listening. Go on."

"The funny thing is that.. I've never talked to him properly yet."

You went on.

"And I beat Anthony- so I got a prize-!"

Your words were blocked with your brother's babbling.

You sighed. Everytime your brother blocked your words, it felt so frustrating.

"Can't you wait when I'm talking?"

You would've heard what your brother needed to say, but this time, you felt like speaking up.

"What?"

Your brother looked at you.

"I mean.. I want to talk too."

"But-"

"Your brother is thrilled he got a present today in kindergarten. Let him talk, he's feeling good today."

Your dad said.

"I think he talked enough though."

"You talked a lot more when you were young too."

Your mother said, smiling.

You were annoyed. Why was she smiling?

Your family wouldn't listen to you, and it was so frustrating to you.

"I ate a lot, I'm going back to my room."

You said.

"You haven't eaten half of it, why?"

Your mother asked.

"My stomach hurts today."

You stood up and walked to your room. Tux follwed you.

You couldn't understand it. You wanted to talk about your new friend too. You wanted to talk about how Blake suggested to go home with you.

You turned to your cat that was cuddling you, covered in your bed sheet. You scratched its fur as it purred.

You noticed that Tux followed you everywhere in the house. You also noticed that Tux only cuddled with you. That actually felt heart warming.

Tux jumped off the bed and crawled to a shelf you collected all your goods like small stuffed animals, and some figures you collected from before. It was usually goods from a few years ago.

"Is there something interesting?"

You looked at the shelf, confused.

"I don't see anything interesting... wait-"

The shelf was missing something.

Now you searched through all your goods to find there was a figure missing. And you also found some of your markers missing. You actually needed those markers for art class tomorrow.

The first thing that came up to your mind was your brother.

You thanked Tux and went out of your room, to the table where your family was eating dessert.

"Where's my figure and markers?"

You asked your mother.

"What do you mean by markers and a figure? The ones on your shelf?"

Your mother replied.

"Yes- where are they?"

"I gave it to your brother."

With your mother's answer, you went straight into your brother's room to find your figure on the corner of his shelf. You grabbed it and put it back on your shelf. Your mom watched with a confused expression.

But you couldn't find your marker still.

"Where's my marker?"

You asked your mother again. Your brother was quiet, staring at you now that he realized how irritated your voice was.

"Why?"

"I said multiple times that I needed my markers for my art project-"

You were shouting now.

"I gave it your brother because he had a drawing competition today, and your brother left it in kindergarten because it got damaged. You can draw with something else for your art project, right?"

Your mother said, annoyed too.

You tried to calm down, but this was too much. How can your whole family ignore your words?

"That's not the point here- why would you take my stuff without my permission?"

Your mother said nothing, but she was definitely baffled from your statement.

When your mother said nothing and your brother kept whining, you went into your room again, shutting the door roughly.

The next day, you were silent the whole time getting ready for school. You didn't have your marker, and you couldn't finish the art project how you wanted to because of that.

You walked to school with heavy footsteps.

Art class was after lunch, so you still had time to think about how to do your art project. But you didn't have good ideas on your mind. Also you have already done the sketch for the drawing, which makes it harder to think of other good ideas.

Time flew by fast and it was time for art. Unfortunately your friend didn't have markers, so she couldn't help you out.

The uneasy feeling went on. You had to decide whether to switch the concept of the drawing or find usable markers one way or another.

"You'll do good with or without markers..."

Your friend comforted you.

"Thanks..."

You decided to use watercolor the school had and walked over to the sink with a small yellow bucket.

"Hey."

You felt a poke on your shoulder.

It was Blake.

"Oh- hi."

".. I have markers.. if you want to use it."

"... wait- really?"

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"Yeah.. you can take them and use it at your table. I use watercolor anyway."

"Thanks- you're a lifesaver."

Blake was a lifesaver, and that went on for a few weeks. He gave you stuff you really needed, which made your friend more invested in your relationship with Blake.

Your relationship with your family recovered a bit over a few weeks, but you were still in some kind of a cold war, and you were still angry at them. You didn't talk very much either, so it really didn't matter.

You went home with Blake a few times a week. Blake wasn't the funniest person to talk to, but Blake was sure a great listener. Just like Tux.

Blake listened to you, occasionally talking about how he thought. He was not like your family who ignored how your life was in school, and everytime Blake helped you out, you thought of your friend's words. Maybe your friend was an expert at reading people's feelings.

If Blake helped you out in school, Tux was your company in your home. When you went home alone, Tux was waiting for you behind the front door.

You felt uncomfortable around Tux at first, but now you warmed up to Tux. You spent all your days with Tux telling your worries and secrets that you wouldn't tell anyone.

Tux stayed right beside you curling its body into your arms.

Spending your time with Tux felt soothing, and you thought this would go on for sure.

However, despite your wish, it didn't last long.

It was Friday, and you walked home alone. You went home fast to see your cat waiting for you.

"I'm home-"

You shouted.

You didn't see your cat behind the front door, so you walked into your room to find your cat lying down on the bed.

It was unusual for you cat to be like this. Tux always tried to rub itself on you if it had the chance.

You sat beside Tux, worried if the cat is sick.

"Are you ok?"

You asked. You knew Tux won't understand what you're saying, but you wanted your cat to know you're worried by your tone.

You lay down on your bed with your school uniform on. There was no one in the house, so there was no one to scold you for not changing clothes.

You turned to your cat. Tux seemed to be struggling with something, and you didn't know why. You thought about calling your mom, but you knew she wouldn't answer when she's busy with some project of hers.

What if Tux needs to go to the hospital?

Several thoughts went by your head.

Tux was still in a bad state and you didn't know what to do.

You got your phone out and searched through the internet to find some clue after you messaged your father(hoping for him to message you back).

As you searched with your phone, you felt Tux slipping away.

Tux was slowly crawling away from you. It seemed he wanted to head out of your room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You put one arm around your cat, confused.

"Do you need something? Where are you going all of a sudden?"

But your cat was desperate to get out.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

That was the moment you saw something so unbelievable.

With a blink of an eye, Tux was gone, replaced with a boy your age.

".... Blake?"

You couldn't believe what you just saw.

Tux was no where to be seen, and Blake, who said he was going home with his friends, was exactly in Tux's place, facing you.

Surprised and confused, you quicky removed your arm on Blake's body. Then you jumped out of bed before Blake could react.

"W.. wait-"

Blake grabbed your arm and yanked you back into the bed. You lost balance and fell back first to the bed while Blake grabbed your arms still.

"What the- what are you doing??"

You said as Blake's grip got stronger.

Blake was on top of you, facing you with his face red.

"I'll explain-"

You didn't want to believe it, but from the looks of it, Tux was actually Blake.

Blake's face came closer to yours, and you could hear Blake's heart beating fast.

You pushed off Blake and ran out of your room before Blake came any more closer. Blake followed you without hesitation, desperate to explain himself.

You maintained certain space between you as Blake tried to take a step closer to you.

"I can explain-"

Blake protested.

"Get out of my house.. I'll listen to your explanation later.."

"No- no- I didn't do anything wrong.. I just.. wanted to get closer and help you out."

"I messaged my dad and he'll come home soon. I'll tell him about you if you don't get out."

You said in a harsh tone. You wouldn't tell your dad that Tux is human, but you had to threaten Blake..

Blake's face clearly showed that he was not satisfied, but he left.

When your dad came home, you told him Tux was somehow escaped. Your little brother was upset. But you didn't care to notice him because Tux being Blake was the most important topic in your head for hours.

You've done some pretty embarrassing stuff in front of Blake in his cat form. You told him all your cringey moments, you showed him your true personality.. and you even changed clothes in front of his cat form. You basically showed every aspect of you.

You went to bed imagining how it will be meeting Blake in school again. You imagine yourself being awkward in front of Blake.

You hoped not, but the thought that Blake came to your house just to be beside you made you feel a bit frightened.

The whole situation was weird. Blake was weird. His actions only tell you that he's creepy.

Instead of confronting Blake, you avoided Blake in every was possible. You ran straight to home after school, hoping for Blake to lose sight of you.

"I'm home-"

You said. You find your mom sitting on the couch.

"(y/n)-! Tux came back!"

"..."

"Why, aren't you glad Tux came back without a scratch?"

"Can we just let him be a stray cat again?

You blurted out.

"How can you say that, (y/n)? We brought Tux here, so we have to take care of it."

"It was your choice- you brought him here- then don't let him in my room, okay?

"Why are you acting sensitive lately? Don't you think this is too much?"

You ignored your mother and walked back to your room. Blake tried to follow you, but you shut the door at his face.

Your mother noticed this right away. Irritated herself, she opened the door to your room and let the cat inside.

"Don't vent out your frustration on Tux, (y/n)."

With that, your mom closed the door and headed to the livingroom again.

You glared at the person pretending to be a stray cat. With the frustration that built up past few weeks, you couldn't stand someone deceiving you.

"Get out."

You said.

Blake was still in his cat form, standing still.

"Are you listening..?"

You said. Blake just stood there, staring at you.

"... I'll just go out then."

At that moment, Blake went back to his human form, grabbing your wrists.

"Don't go out."

Blake said.

"....why don't we cuddle like we always did?"

"Are you serious? Why would I-"

You tried to get his hand off your wrist, but he's grip only got stronger.

"You can't even force me out of your room."

"Can you at least let go of my wrist?"

"Oh-.."

Blake let go of your wrist, but he didn't move away from you.

Both you and Blake got quiet after. Your mother shouting from the livingroom broke the silence.

"Stay here."

You said, looking at Blake. Then you went to the livingroom.

"Why did you call me?"

You asked.

"Actually, I didn't buy eggs since I was busy with work. Can you buy them now? You didn't even change to comfortable clothes yet."

"I'm keeping the change."

"Okay. Just come back before I prepare dinner. Oh and we need something else too. I'll send you a list."

You got money from your mother and walked back to your room. Blake was waiting for you, sitting on your bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To buy groceries."

You looked away from Blake and picked up a bag to carry groceries.

You felt someone following you while you were walking to the supermarket.

You knew it was Blake.

"I know you're following me."

You said.

As expected, Blake came out of his cover. He was in his human form.

"I just wanted to see if.."

You ignored him and kept walking. Blake followed suit.

"I like you a lot.. I'm sure you know by now..."

You stayed silent. The whole situation was strange and you didn't quite process it.

"I actually liked you way before you knew me. I can move around more freely as a cat, you know?"

"..."

Blake held your hand and walked right beside you.

"It was hard for me to keep my distance from you in school... that's why I tried to be a stray cat. To get closer..."

"That's... uh..."

Blake suddenly wrapped his arms around you out of nowhere.

"What are you doing??"

You said, trying to push him away. Unfortunately Blake didn't budge. Instead he only got closer, which made your head spinning.

"What if someone sees us?? Stop-"

"Does that mean I can hug you in your room?"

"That's not what I meant.."

Blake laughed as you panicked and didn't know what to do.

"You should stop ignoring me in school. You liked Tux, why not treat me like it too?"

Blake said, holding your hand again.

"Uhm..."

Blake didn't do anything that would attract glances while buying groceries. He kept holding your hand, but he didn't do anything other than that.

You quickly bought the things your mother asked and went home with Blake. Blake transformed into Tux by the time you arrived home and everything went smoothly after that, like a normal day. Blake, in his cat form, watched you from afar as you ate dinner.

You went back inside your room and Blake quickly made his way inside before you could lock the door.

Blake changed back to his human self as soon as he closed the door to your room. Then he lead you to your bed, wrapping his arms from the back.

"I waited for this."

He said while digging into your neck.

"Hey- don't rub your face onto my neck-"

There was no use resisting because Blake had no intention of letting you go.

"I have to study. Let me go."

You said firmly.

"I know you don't study right away after dinner. Let's watch something together. Or we can just lay on bed together and sleep."

"What if my family finds out??"

"Then you should be quiet."

Blake smiled.

You were annoyed, but you kept quiet.

Blake pestered you so you couldn't do much of anything. It was soon late at night and all your family members went to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep."

You said, organizing your desk before bed.

"Really? Then we can sleep side by side. Cuddling each other."

"I'll get you bed sheets. You can sleep on the floor."

"What do you mean-"

"Or you can turn into a cat again."

"I- I'll turn into a cat."

Blake, in his cat form crawled beside you when you lay in bed, covered with blankets.

You heard the alarm and slowly opened your eyes to see Blake's face right in front of you. You screamed right that moment.

Your mother heard your scream and opened the door to check if anything's wrong.

"What's wrong here?"

Your mom asked.

You quickly hid Blake under your blankets, covering his face with your arms.

"Nothing- just a bad.. dream."

"Well, ok. Come eat breakfast in 10 minutes."

"Alright."

Your mom walked out of your room, still suspicious of your actions.

"What were you doing? We could've been caught-!"

You jumped up pushing Blake away.

"Are you going to change into your uniform?"

Blake asked, still lying down on the bed.

"What?"

"I mean.. uh..."

"..."

You grabbed your school uniform and changed your clothes in the bathroom.

"I can't believe you watched me all the time."

You said, leaving the house. Blake already prepared for school and waited for you at the front door.

"..."

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't ate since yesterday lunch."

"I go back to my house in night and stay there until it's time for you to wake up. I do regular things I missed at daytime."

"That explains why you're sleeping all day at school."

"Then will you let me sleep in your room with you? I want to beside you all day."

"All day? That's exhausting."

"It's not exhausting for me. I want to be beside you whether it's in school or home."

"I'll think about it.."

Blake held your hand.

"I know you'll accept it at some point."

Blake said with confidence.

Blake's words were oddly convincing to you.

He was beside you when you fought with your family and got upset. He listened to your words and helped you.

It's true that you liked Tux in your home, and Blake at school as well.

You like Blake's warm touch, but you'll have to think about Blake staying with you all day.

Part 2 here

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pinkthrone445 · 4 months

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-The most wonderful time of the year?-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: hurt, hurt.

Warnings : (+18) strong words, fights.

Summary:Melissa makes the worst mistake of her life by letting you go when things don't go the way you wanted them to.

Hello! I hope you had a great Christmas! I'll continue with the requests but I wanted to write something painful too between all the horniness hahaha

*I didn't had much time to check for spelling errors, sorry.

Another year, another Christmas at the Schemmenti family's house, there were too many guests, and every room was filled with conversations and laughter, some room was heard with shouts of argument that quickly turned into laughter and hugs as everyone was too drunk to have a serious fight or remember why they were fighting.

You really enjoyed Christmas like that, full of people, food, happiness and the magic that children believed in about Santa. Living away from your family was difficult, but spending it with Mel's family helped alleviate some of the homesickness. Everyone treated you like one of the family, the kids loved you to come to the house, and they stole you most of the night to play with them. Melissa's mother loved you and always made you your favorite dessert. Everything was perfect, being among such a big and loving family, made you want your own family with your girlfriend.

Everyone stayed at Mel's mother's house to feast together in the evening and open presents the next morning all together around the big tree.

After dinner, one of Mel's nephews, Polo, asked you to sit on the couch so you could read him a story, which you happily did. The little boy was curled up on your chest as he sucked on his finger while you read the story they had chosen. Mel was watching you read to him and caress his little head while she drank wine with her sister at the table, when the little boy was almost asleep, she got up from the table and sat by your side hugging you with one arm on your shoulders, the little boy smiled at his aunt and closed his eyes again, falling fast asleep on you as small snores came out of his mouth. Carefully you kissed his forehead and snuggled him closer with the blanket and then looked at your girlfriend

-"Mel... I want one"-you whispered and she laughed looking at you

-"If you want, we can come and see him more often, he loves being with you"-She responded whispering so the little one sleeping in your arms didn't wake

-"I'd like to, but I was talking about a baby of ours... I know how much you love big families and so do I, I would love to have a baby together... Can you imagine him running and playing around the house, filling every corner with drawings and laughter"-You whispered and excitement began to be heard in your voice-"Taking him to school together, watching him grow, teaching him to live and love... Can you imagine all that? Our little family?..."-you smiled looking at her, but she didn't smiled

-"Honestly, no... I never thought about a family bigger than what it's with you and me..." -she answered truthfully

-"Never?"-You asked disappointedly-"I've thought about it many times, especially when I see you interacting with children... Or when you hug me and caress my stomach... Can't you imagine it growing, letting our love grow more making us bring it one more life as a result of that love we have for each other? It would be beautiful..."-You smiled again hoping to get her excited, but she just laughed

-"Our life is beautiful and perfect just the way it is, we don't need a child for that... What are you going to do when I'm older? Change the diapers of both of us? Please hon, don't talk nonsenses"-She joked trying to make you see how ridiculous the situation was, but that only made you feel sad

-"Yes, you're right, it's silly"-you replied and got up from the couch coming out of the red-haired woman's embrace-"I'll go take Polo to his room to sleep"- you whispered before leaving your girlfriend alone in the living room.

You and Mel had been together for almost 5 years, it wasn't the first time you mentioned to her about starting a family, before she said maybe later, but now was the first time she told you that the idea was silly and that hurt more than the other times she said she would think about it later.

When you left little Polo on his bed, he smiled and snuggled up with his teddy bear, for a few seconds you looked at his pajamas and how it matched yours since Mel's mother gave everyone pajamas to match... Polo was the son of one of Mel's cousins, one who was almost the same age as her and yet decided to adopt to have a child... You knew that Melissa would use the excuse she always used when she didn't want something, that she was too old for that, that changes were difficult for her, that at her age people would make fun of her and all that stuff she always said, she always had an excuse to say no to the things you wanted to do and she didn't. And it's not just talking about an important topic like having children, it was about everything, even going out dancing with you... But you did compromise what you liked to do things she wanted instead of looking for a stupid excuse every time you didn't like something she picked to do.

Sadness was turning into anger the more you thought things through. Passing through the bedroom door and seeing that Mel was settling in for sleep, you decided to turn around and go to the living room again, sitting quietly and thinking as you watched the campfire slowly burn away. You sighed and hugged your legs trying to get the sadness out somehow, while you loved being with Mel's family, you also missed yours, right now you needed to talk to your sisters or someone to see if wanting kids while she didn't want to was being selfish.

Without noticing, a few tears escaped your eyes as you stared at the campfire and every sock hung on the fireplace, the children had been put on smaller, very cute socks. Everyone was already asleep and lying down, the silence wasn't helping your mood much.

You were startled when you felt someone hugging you from behind the couch, when you felt your girlfriend's perfume you recognized her, but that didn't change how you felt

-"Are you okay?... Why don't you come to bed? Why are you crying?"-she asked softly so as not to scare you

-"I'm fine... I just... I guess I miss my family more than I thought..."-You whispered and tried to get away a little but she wouldn't let you

-"Oh baby... We can go with them the next holidays if you want to... Let's go to bed, it's cold and tomorrow we have to get up early to open the presents..."-She insisted and you sighed

-"I just want to stay here a little longer..."-You answered and she kissed your forehead

-"Please, you know how hard it is for me to sleep if you are not by my side... If you want tomorrow we'll call your family so you see them but let's sleep now..."-She insisted and you turned to look her in the eye

-"Mel... Why you don't want to have children?..."-You asked with real interest, maybe it wasn't just her age, maybe there was another reason and you just wanted to know

-"Please, again with this?... Does Christmas make you so nostalgic that you feel like that emptiness is only filled if you have a children?" - she asked in a harsher way than she wanted, her choice of words hadn't been the best-"Look hon... Before, when I was with my ex husband, I did want children, but not anymore, not after him and the divorce, not after so many years already passed. The more and more time passed, the less I wanted to have children, they just make things more complicated... It is not true that a child helps to improve a relationship, they only occupy your time and take you further away from your partner, I have seen it a thousand times in my family. I know it seems like a nice thought to enlarge the family, but it's not. It's not something I want in my life, and you have to respect that... I know I told you before that maybe in the future but the truth is that I was waiting for you to lose your hope... But now I'll be honest with you, I don't want children and I'm not going to want them at any point of my life"-The redhead spoke firmly, crossing her arms and making you feel small

-"And what about what I want?"-Your voice came out weaker than you wanted, but you felt weak and your voice showed it, so did your teary eyes-"Why what I want can never come true?... When I proposed to you, you said no... And now with the kids... Even when I asked if we could adopt a pet you said no using a stupid excuse. If I'd known before that you didn't want to do this..."-Your voice broke out because you got a lump in your throat and Melissa became more serious than she already was, seeing your weak form

-"If you had known before that I didn't want children what? What would have been different?"-She asked with annoyance in her voice and you sighed, why she was the one who was angry if you were the one who was being denied what you wanted?

-"Maybe if I'd known before that we didn't have the same goals, I wouldn't have let myself fallen for you this hard... Maybe I wouldn't be so in love with you, Maybe I would have looked for someone who would be happy to commit to me and start a family with me or marry me... -You whispered, avoiding her gaze. She stared at you, surprised by your confession. Standing there with her felt painful at the time, so you walked past her and upstairs crying leaving her there.

When you got to the room you saw the redhead's things on the bedside table next to her side and sighed, you decided to leave the bed for her to sleep well and you took your pillow and blanket and went to sleep in the children's room on the carpet.

That night you barely slept and very early in the morning the children woke you up to open the presents. Practically pushing you to go down with them.

When you got downstairs Mel was already there with two cups of coffee, hers loaded black and yours with marshmallows, but you didn't drink it, not because you were angry, but because you didn't have an appetite. The children made you sit between them and Mel sat at the other end, which did not go unnoticed by her mother who was used to Melissa being on top of you hugging you. As the children and everyone opened their presents, you forced a smile when you opened your presents or the children showed you theirs. At all times you avoided your girlfriend's eyes, even when she opened the gift you had given her, even when you had to explain to her that if she shined the flashlight on her cell phone through the necklace it would project a picture of you two surrounded by I love you in different languages. Now it hurt to say I love you, not because you didn't feel it, but because after last night's conversation, something felt different even though you couldn't know what it was.

Later in the day, everyone went out to play in the snow and you went out specially to take care of the kids that were enjoying their new presents, you were surprised to see when your girlfriend approached you and asked to speak privately.

Before you could say anything, she started to speak

-"I was thinking all night... I don't think it's fair for me to keep you from the things you want to do... I think I'm being very selfish, that's why I'm letting you go, so you can find someone who wants to do the same things as you"-She spoke hurriedly, afraid that her voice would betray her

-"What? What are you saying Melissa?... Are you breaking up with me?"-You asked in disbelief

-"Yes, so you can find someone who wants to have kids, pets, to marry and all that stuff that you want and I don't..."-She replied earnestly, and you laughed without happiness, your eyes were watery

-"Really? Would you rather break up with me than commit to finding a solution that works for both of us? To compromise something so we could both be happy? You're unbelievable Melissa"-You responded angrily before walking past her crashing her shoulder on purpose before entering the house to get your stuff.

Mel thought she was doing the right thing, that this was what you wanted, letting you go so you could go looking for someone else to accomplish the things you wanted. What Melissa didn't understand was that you wanted those things but with her, not with someone else.

Crying, you packed your suitcase and left the house, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was playing outside so as not to make a big fuss and have to explain to everyone that Melissa had just broken up with you, none other than at Christmas when you were away from your family and didn't know who else to turn to .

That was the last time the redhead heard from you, when she got home your things were gone, all traces that you lived there were gone, you had only left the void behind you and the photos of the two of you hanging on the wall, the only proof that had been left that you had been there.

Melissa's mother had given her a big reprimand when she found out what had happened and how stupid her daughter had been to let you go, but by the time she tried to call you, you had already changed your number. She also tried to contact your family to find out where you were, the only thing they told her was that you had moved in again with them and that you didn't want to hear from her anymore.

Melissa spent months, years regretting everything she had done, she lost everything because she didn't want to give up a little for you.

5 Christmases Later

The last day of school before Christmas brake, Melissa walked into Barbara's classroom to see if her fried was ready to go.

-"Barbara, do you want me to warm up the car?"-The redhead asked and her friend looked at her with a little boy about three years old sitting on her lap

-"I have to wait a few minutes, his mother called me and said she was running late because her work shift at the hospital was a little longer, we are waiting for her to arrive..."-The brunette explained, holding the little boy sitting on her lap, who was painting with crayons on the teacher's desk. The redhead smiled tenderly seeing the concentration of the little boy, there was something about him that generated a lot of affection for him-"It will only be a few minutes, she it's coming"-Barbara begged to wait for her with a smile

-"Mama it's coming"-The little babble while still painting, the redhead smiled as she heard his sweet voice

-"Mama it's here!"-You said agitated seeing Barbara with your child-"I'm so sorry miss Barbara, I tried to get out earlier but when it's Christmas a lot of fireworks accidents happen and they held me longer... Thank you for taking care of him"-you said sincerely, approaching the desk and smiling as you saw how your little one ran into your arms

-"Mama! I missed you!"-Your little one screamed running with his short legs and hugging you tightly.

-"Please sweetie, it's not a bother, he's very well behaved"-Barbara responded, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Melissa, who was behind the door you had entered through and therefore you had not noticed her presence, could not believe that you were there. Your face had changed a little, you looked older, more experienced, but your smile was the same, it just got brighter when you hugged your little one.

Your son took off the hospital cap you were still wearing, forgetting to take it off in the hurry with which you had left, and put it on his little head making you laugh.

-"Thank you once again Barbara, it's been hard to adapt again since I came back... Thank you for your patience... Merry Christmas, say Merry Christmas to your teacher baby" - You told your son and he smiled at Barbara with his eyes half covered by the bonnet

-"Medy Chistmas Baba(Barbara), the dawing I was making it's fo youuuu, byee" - Your little one spoke excitedly to be with you and you smiled as you turned around to leave, but your blood ran cold at the sight of your ex-girlfriend in front of you. You sighed and walked past her whispering a Merry Christmas to her too before exiting the classroom. The redhead was just lost and confused to see you again that she couldn't say anything to answer or move to go after you.

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New York Romantic .6

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a/n: Hi everyone, thanks again for your patience! This chapter is a little shorter and there's not as much dialogue as there is a lot of dancing. I had a lot of fun researching some of the dances for the Nutcracker ballet, and while I hoped to have this chapter up by Christmas, March 1st isn't so bad either 😅

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: tom attends noelle's recital

word count: 2,759

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Tom wasn't so sure how he found himself sitting across from Noelle's family at a local breakfast eatery, somewhere along his morning Franca had insisted that he come along. And it went without saying that he was grateful for the meal, it had been a while since Tom had the privilege of eating out while on his student budget.

Maurice was an investment banker who worked for a smaller banking branch in Maine, tall with a shiny bald head, a seasoned gentleman of respectable stature with deep smile lines and wise eyes. Meanwhile Franca was an architect, a lavish yet simply dressed woman with long auburn hair, and freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. Chiara was a couple years younger then Noelle, her curly hair was much more reminiscent of her mother's but it was easy to draw facial comparisons between the cousins. She was a senior at some fancy private school, and whatever was on her phone proved to be much more interesting then conversation with the table crowd.

"So, Tom," Maurice looked to him as he stirred his tea, "Have you always wanted to get into show business?" he asked.

"Not at first," Tom replied, "I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do at first, but my mum signed me up for some drama classes and my father worked in the film industry, so it all just kind of fell into place,"

"And where'd you grow up in England?" Franca asked, resting her chin on her locked fingers.

"York,"

"Oh, lovely! It's just North of Leeds, yes?"

"That's right,"

"Maurice and I were debating where to go for our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and I've heard such lovely things about that town," she said, "Alas, we settled on Marseilles and toured a bit through Southern France,"

"That sounds beautiful!" Tom awed, glancing Noelle's way, "Did you go, too?"

Noelle shook her head, "Nope, Chiara and I were manning the house for two weeks," she replied.

"It was so peaceful," Chiara added, her gaze still fixed on her phone. Maurice cleared his throat abruptly, staring down his daughter as she swiftly got the hint and put her phone away.

"Anyway," he then grumbled, "What do you want to do when you graduate, Tom? Theatre? Movies?"

"Movies, ideally. But I'd be open to wherever the wind blows me," he replied.

"I went to see his improv show last week," Noelle said, "He was really good!"

Tom shrugged, praying his cheeks wouldn't tinge, "I -- I mean I was okay..."

Noelle cocked her head down, giving him a playful glare, "Oh, c'mon. You were great. And I say so, so it must be true," she grinned. He couldn't help it then, Tom averted his gaze to his plate but nonetheless he was blushing.

Chiara scoffed under her breath, "You two are just adorable," she muttered sarcastically.

Tom watched Noelle roll her eyes, never the less her fingers fidgeted as she went to pick up her coffee cup. A sip of something to quell his dry throat sounded like a good idea, a pleasant cooling off before Tom could find himself swept up in the memory of that kiss yet again.

"Anyway," Franca cut in, "How's Bianca doing, Noelle?"

"Good!" Noelle nodded quickly, thankful the spotlight was off her for the moment, "She made it Maine just before the snow storm hit,"

"Is she gonna be back in time for the showcase?" Chiara asked.

"She's supposed to be back the morning of,"

Tom raised a brow, "Why didn't she leave after the showcase?" he asked.

Noelle shrugged listlessly, "She likes Christmas in Manhattan better,"

"-- Is Derek gonna come down?" Chiara asked, her interest seemingly peaking more than it had all morning. Derek was Bianca's older brother, as Noelle had told previously.

"I guess we'll find out," Noelle replied.

Maurice's gaze narrowed, "And if he were, what would you have in common with a twenty-six-year-old college drop out, anyway?" he asked gruffly.

Franca swiftly elbowed her husband, an urgent smile plastered to her lips as she stared him down pointedly, "Perhaps we can find something more relevant to talk about?" she suggested, turning back to Tom, "Have you been to any of the ballet recitals, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, "I haven't yet. This will be my first," he replied.

"We're so excited to see it. This will be Noelle's first big part in a production," she beamed.

Maurice nodded along, cutting into his egg-white omelette, "She's our little Sugar Plum Fairy!" he awed. None of them paid attention to Chiara's eye-roll.

Noelle grimaced, a bashful grin befalling her as Tom turned to her, "You didn't tell me that," he said.

She shrugged back sheepishly, "... Oh... didn't I?" she chuckled.

"No, you did not," he drawled back, "That's fantastic!"

"Well -- I still have a lot of practice to do before Friday, so we'll see," Noelle didn't like drawing too much attention to herself in that rhetoric. She was grateful for the opportunity, though nevertheless she knew the recital wasn't all about her.

"Are you gonna do her makeup, Chiara?" Franca asked her daughter.

Chiara shrugged back, glancing at her cousin, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Of course I do!" Noelle nodded, "I'm no where near as good as you,"

"Alright, sure then," Chiara barely got the words out as she turned to her phone once again.

Maurice took the conversation again, folding his hands before his plate and twitching his nose, "Tom, why don't you join us on Wednesday? We reserved a box for four,"

"It'll be a great view of the stage," Franca added.

Tom was flattered, though he didn't want to impose, "Oh, I don't -- I don't want to intrude on you guys like that,"

Franca shook her head, "Please, it's not intruding if we invite you -- that's what my mother always used to say, anyhow," she chuckled.

"Have you bought your ticket?" Maurice asked.

"Yes," Tom replied.

"Well then, you're already set up," he told him, "I insist, and we can head out for dinner after,"

Tom turned to Noelle, her smile was bordering on confident, but she hoped that he wouldn't feel too pressured. After all, she knew her family could be a bit much and they had all only just met. But he didn't see the harm; her family was so nice and the view of the stage was promised to be excellent. And if it meant having a better view of Noelle, who was he to pass that up?

"Alright, if you're sure I'll be happy join you," he decided.

Friday was the twenty-third, and despite Christmas Day being just around the corner, the hustle and bustle of New York never stopped. Neither did the cold. It hadn't snowed again but the nefarious east coast arctic fronts swept through the streets; icicles were formed off of passing trucks and the sidewalks and roads were awash in various colours of crushed melting salts. And the cold certainly didn't deter eager shoppers to tick off last minute Christmas gifts from their lists.

Tom wasn't sure what he was supposed to wear to a ballet recital, he didn't want to overdress but he certainly didn't want to look sloppy either. His mum had shipped over some more clothes a couple weeks prior, nicer slacks, dress shirts, a couple pairs of shoes that definitely weren't ice-friendly. Nevertheless, he settled for a white t-shirt and blazer jacket sat over some dark jeans, and his trainers that at least wouldn't send him skidding with one wrong move.

The last few days had flown by rather quickly, and surprisingly, Tom always found that he had something to do. Usually hanging out with Jordan; he introduced Tom to a plethora of video games ranging from Super Mario to Zelda. It was one of the few things Tom found Jordan didn't complain about. And when they weren't inside playing video games, they were out exploring Times Square.

And this worked out quite well because when Noelle wasn't spending time with her family, she was always rehearsing. But in the evenings they would spend time together, watch more movies and just relax. Tom was practicing his cooking skills as well, nothing too fancy but he perfected how to cook salmon in a pan and boiling rice. Noelle was grateful too, especially as her muscles ached from her practice. The more time they spent together, the more fascinated they became with each other.

The campus was typically closed for the holidays, making exceptions for shows such as this. Audience members were lined up just outside the auditorium door, shielded from the cold within campus but still bundled up in long or heavy coats, scarves and hats.

Tom found Noelle's family already settled in their balcony seats, Franca spotted him first and waved him down. And just as Maurice had said, there was an excellent view of the stage from their spot. The heavy red curtain was drawn over the stage, dim mood light reflecting off the material and back on the shadowy faces mingling in the crowd.

Backstage meanwhile was a calamity mess, stage hands rushing to finish prop placement, sets, and stage cues. The ballerinas were also making their last minute touch ups, makeup, hair, tutus, dusting their slippers in rosin and some even sewing their tights and ribbons to their slippers to keep everything snug and in place. Noelle however was dawdling behind the curtain, peaking out through the sliver at the side to skim over obscure faces.

It was a delicate balance, trying to locate her family without being too conspicuous, but after a bit of searching, she spotted them. Chiara was engrossed in her phone, bathed in the soft glow of the screen, while Uncle Maurice struggled to free himself from his coat. Aunt Franca was deep in conversation with Tom, who, despite the dim lighting, seemed to blend into the shadows effortlessly, though he appeared to be holding his own in their lively discussion. Noelle's stomach was aflutter, not from the performance unfolding before her, but from the sight of Tom. Her attention was fixed on him, and the magic of the evening's entertainment paled in comparison.

"Noelle!" Stanis' voice bellowed behind her, he was storming her way as Noelle turned, "Pre-show in two minutes!"

Tom found Franca fascinating. She was a captivating woman, full of vibrant tales from her travels to exotic locales. Her stories were peppered with encounters with intriguing characters from whom she had negotiated for unique souvenirs to add to her collection. Nevertheless, Tom's anticipation grew as he eagerly awaited the start of the show. His eyes couldn't help but flicker towards the curtain, eager to catch a glimpse of Noelle as the curtain would lift. His curiosity and excitement were palpable, adding to the charged atmosphere of the evening.

And sure enough the lights dimmed down to near darkness, a single spotlight illuminating a spot on the curtains. The theater was alive with excitement as the curtains rose, revealing a beautifully adorned stage set for "The Nutcracker" ballet. Tom sat back in his seat, his eyes wide with anticipation, taking in the magical scene unfolding before him. The stage was transformed into a winter wonderland, with a backdrop of snow-covered trees that stretched up to a starry sky. The stage was lit with a soft, moonlit glow, casting a magical aura over the scene. Glittering snowflakes fell gently from above, adding to the enchantment of the setting. The dancers moved gracefully across the stage, each step perfectly choreographed to Tchaikovsky's enchanting music.

The Miniature March Dance began, and the stage came alive with the lively and charming movements of the young dancers. They moved with precision and grace, their movements synchronized to the playful notes of the music. The choreography was intricate, with the dancers forming intricate formations and patterns, showcasing their skill and talent. Tom was captivated by the youthful exuberance of the performers, as were the audience, and the dance brought a smile to everyone's face.

As the performance unfolded, Tom found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Noelle, who gracefully moved among the dancers. Clad in a celestial white gown, she seemed to float across the stage, her every movement a dance of ethereal beauty. While she was currently a background presence in the performance, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence, captivated by her effortless grace and enchanting allure.

Next came the Arabian Dance, and Bianca took centre stage. A hush fell over the audience. She was a vision of grace and lithe elegance, moving with a captivating fluidity that mesmerized all who watched. Her every movement was deliberate and confident, exuding a subtle but undeniable aura of cockiness.

Bianca's performance was a masterclass in control and precision, her movements perfectly synchronized to the haunting melody of the music. As she danced, she seemed to command the stage, drawing the audience into her world with a confident allure that was impossible to ignore. The Arabian Dance was no easy feat and Tom had to give Bianca credit where credit was due, however he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved as her gaze always seemed to land on him time and time again.

Soon enough it was Noelle's time to shine. As the familiar notes of the Sugar Plum Fairy dance began to fill the theatre, Tom's gaze was immediately drawn to Noelle, who had taken centre stage. She looked radiant in her tutu, rose gold detailing shimmering in the lights, her gorgeous long hair tied back in a sleek up-do, and a delicate, shiny tiara placed upon her head. She looked like a true princess, her every movement a testament to her skill and grace. Despite the beauty of the dance unfolding before him, Tom found it impossible to tear his eyes away from Noelle, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

Noelle, for her part, felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as she danced. She had dreamed of this moment for years, to prove herself worthy of the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous excitement. However, as she danced, it wasn't the perfection of her performance that consumed her thoughts, but the way her stomach fluttered with butterflies every time she caught Tom's gaze. It was a feeling unlike any other, a mix of joy, nerves, and she could see the admiration and affection in his gaze, which both thrilled and humbled her.

As the dance reached its climax, Tom found himself holding his breath, completely captivated by Noelle's performance. She danced with a grace and elegance that took his breath away, her every movement a testament to her talent and dedication. He couldn't help but think back to the moments he had seen her exhausted, bruised, and drained after long hours of practice. He could only imagine the dedication and hard work she had put in to reach this point, and it filled him with a deep sense of admiration for her. All those late nights and early mornings had led to this moment, and as he watched her graceful movements across the stage, he felt a swell of pride knowing that he had witnessed a small part of her journey to this incredible achievement. He swore he could've watched her -- become lost in her -- forever.

As the final notes of the dance faded away and Noelle took her bow, the audience erupted into applause, but Tom's eyes never left Noelle, his adoration for her greater than ever. She glanced up briefly, trying desperately not to become so overwhelmed with the applause, and her gaze fixating on Tom once more. His beaming smile was all the validation she needed in that moment.

The show progressed on, right up until the final Pas de Deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Nutcracker. Tom watched among the crowd, his heart racing with a realization that took him by surprise. In that moment, he couldn't deny the truth to himself any longer. Watching her dance, he had felt something more than admiration or friendship. It was a crush, a flutter of emotions that he had been trying to ignore but now couldn't deny. Tom realized that he had developed feelings for Noelle, captivated by her everything. And if the previous few days had been anything to go by, there was a slim chance that she too felt the same way.

If only his own uncertainty wouldn't hold him back.

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To Have and To Hold - Epilogue

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Summary: The story picks up twenty years after the last chapter. You struggle with the thought of your mortality compared to the rest of your family. A/N: Hopefully I've answered some questions Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 3.3K Tags/Warnings: Fluff, light angst Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You opened the suitcase, searching for your favorite dress. The one that went down to the floor and had a deep V-neckline. “I can do that for you, your highness,” Leta said as she finished unpacking your other clothes into the dressers.

“That’s all right Leta. I can manage but thank you.”

“Perhaps, I can just draw you a bath before dinner tonight?” she offered. You took a grateful look at her and let out a breath.

“That would be wonderful, thank you!” you said relieved and appreciative. “You always know exactly what I need, Leta.”

“Yes, it’s a shame you don’t take me to Midgard with you,” she joked.

“You would only spoil me if I were to take you with us.”

“Oh, but it gets so boring when you and the family aren’t here,” she pouted. You only laughed, remembering all the times Leta had said that to you.

Once Loki’s sentence had been revoked and was welcomed back to earth, you had both settled in a modest house just on the borders of the compound. You were still able to work as an Avenger and were glad that you did not have to give up that part of your life. Loki decided to take on more diplomatic missions to ingratiate himself with the people of Midgard. As well as raise his standing with Asgard’s court.

However, you and Loki would take the children back to Asgard every summer and winter. So they can learn this part of their heritage as well. Training, fighting, diplomacy, etiquette. All of which the children greedily learned and adapted to.

“Speaking of the family, where is everyone else?” You turned to see Vallen, his one leg over the armrest of a chair. One hand on a book, the other holding a half-eaten apple. The light cascading in from the balcony made him look like the first time you held him. He still looked like a boy to you. The same baby boy that would come up to you and show you the frog he caught. Or the flower he picked out for your hair.

Now, with each passing year, he looks more and more like your brother Callum, tall and strong with the same protective instinct. He’s even more formidable when he would change to his natural Jotunn form. Just as menacing as Loki. And just as devastatingly handsome.

Twenty years had gone by so quickly. The days were long, but the years were short.

“Vali, honey. Where is your sister?” Vali looked up at you, tearing his gaze from the book he held. “I don’t know. She’s probably out with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.”

“Will you be a dear and go get her please,” you tasked. Vali tried to hide his minor annoyance, standing up and walking over to the balcony. He looked down, surveying the grounds, and found his twin in the midst of training against Fandral.

Vali put his hands against his mouth and yelled, “NAAAAARRRRVVVIIIIII!” Everyone froze at the sound of his deep voice. “Mother requests your presence!” he continued in a melodic tease. Vallen could see the annoyance in Minerva’s eyes as she gathered her weapons and made her way back into the palace.

Vali laughed, making his way back inside the room and settling himself once again on the chair, taking up his previous position.

“Really Vali?! That is no way for a prince to behave,” you said roughing up his hair.

“It was quicker this way.”

“You spend way too much time with your uncle.”

“Uncle Cal is practical. He would’ve done it too.”

“Yes, I know!”

Narvi burst through the doors, seeking out her brother. “Must you embarrass me in front of The Warrior’s Three?” She said laying her weapons down.

“Awe, you afraid you fumbled in front of Fandral?” He teased.

“You did that on purpose!” she threatened with a fist. Minerva was strong and fierce. She was small and often looked over. Which made her even more determined and unstoppable. She never let that bother her, using it as a tool against her opponent. With her long raven hair and cunning wit, you would never mistake her for anyone other than Loki’s daughter.

“Hold on, Narvi,” you told your daughter. “We had just arrived. Your grandparents haven’t seen either of you yet. Wait until after dinner to kill him, please.”

“Well, you might not have to wait any longer, child. I am here.” All three of you turned to see her majesty walk into your bed chambers.

“Nana!” both your kids stood and ran towards Frigga, hugging her tightly.

“Oh, my grandchildren are here! I am so happy.” She said hugging one with each arm. “Was that you I heard bellowing your sister’s name earlier?” she scolded Vali.

Vali had the sense to look embarrassed and scratched his head. “Sorry, Nan.”

“I apologize for not greeting you when you arrived. There were matters to attend to for tonight’s dinner.” Frigga said turning to you as you curtsied, “Your Highness.”

“Oh, darling, I’ve missed you,” Frigga said coming over to you and hugging you as well.

“I’ve missed you too.” You said as she engulfed you in her arms. “I hope you didn’t go through a lot of trouble for tonight’s dinner. I thought it would just be the family. I was surprised to see The Warrior’s Three here as well.”

“And don’t forget Thor and Love. They just arrived shortly before you did and are getting settled in too.”

“Love is here?” Narvi asked excitedly. She hurriedly gathered her things to her chambers and set off to find her cousin, grabbing Vali along with her.

“The castle might not be standing in the morning if all three cousins are here to cause mischief.” You whispered to Frigga, making her laugh.

“All right my dear, the reason why I’m here is to give you this.” Using her seidr, Frigga produced a velvet hat box in her hand. You recognized that box. It was the same one she gave you on your wedding day. The day you and Loki bound your souls and your lives together. No matter how short yours would be.

“Frigga…I…”

“Do you remember what you said to me when I first gave this to you?”

“Yes.”

“You said that it wouldn’t be right to keep it because…” Frigga choked up. The sob she had tried to damper, stuck in her throat. “…because…”

“…Such extravagance would be wasted on the small fleeting moment that is my life,” you finished.

“I understood what you were saying, darling. I do. But could you wear this for me tonight? This was meant for you. I’ve only kept it safe. For you.” Frigga opened the hat box carefully. You took a deep breath seeing the emerald and gold tiara sitting on a cushion inside the box. It was a halo of light and luxury. It was even more radiant than the first time you had seen it.

Frigga handed you the box to hold as she carefully took the tiara and placed it on your head. “My son has good taste.” She said looking at the tiara and then lifting your chin to give you a wink.

“Thank you, Mother.” You said trying not to cry.

“You look gorgeous, darling,” Loki said coming into the room. He was holding a large box in his hands wrapped in green silk.

“I’ll see both of you at dinner,” Frigga said, kissing you both goodbye and walking out into the hallway.

“Loki! Thank you, love. Are you done with your meeting?” you asked eyeing the box suspiciously.

“I am,” Loki answered your question, placing the box on your shared bed.

“What is that?” you said pointing to it.

“A gift. For you.”

“Why is everyone giving me gifts today? Oh no! Is today some holiday I’m not aware of?” you panicked.

“In a sense.” Loki laughed. “Every twenty years, the tree of Idunn bears fruit. It’s a rare occasion when it does. Sometimes the tree can go on for centuries without having born fruit because no one was willing to sacrifice a part of themselves.

“The Aesir of Asgard are born with a naturally long life span but every once in a while, we will grant the honor of our extended life to those who are willing to give their own flesh and blood for Asgard.”

Loki started to open the box in front of you. “Is that what’s in there? A golden apple?” you joked.

“No, darling It’s for you to wear tonight.” He laughed. He lifted the lid and pulled out a beautiful silk gown. You gasped at the elegance and design. The beautiful dark green pigment gave way to a sheen of gold when held in a certain way.

“Loki! I couldn’t possibly wear this tonight. It’s too special. It’s just a family dinner.”

“Violet! You are one of the most clever people I know. I’m sure you’ve deduced by now that tonight is more than just a family dinner.” Loki set the gown down on the bed, gently.

“Turn.” He ordered and you did so, looking back at him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you softly before caressing the skin under your shirt.

“Loki.” You chastised, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry, you naughty little thing, tonight is too important to get distracted.” He laughed lifting your shirt off your head and throwing it across the room. He reached for the buttons of your jeans next. Making quick work and helping you step out of them. He helped you get into the dress. The soft coolness of the fabric sends goosebumps up your skin.

Loki smiled as he twirled you around, the dress catching the light and reflecting greens and golds off the sway of the fabric.

“You are exquisite.” He said kissing you on your lips.

“Loki…” you breathed, trying to keep him focused.

“Right! As I was saying.” He continued, chuckling. “It takes twenty years for the tree to flower and produce fruit. The fruit comes from the sacrifice of a person’s blood or body. In ancient times, soldiers would come home, sometimes dismembered or injured from war, and they will offer up the piece of themselves they lost to the tree. The tree then uses that as nourishment to bear fruit. Each fruit is unique to the person who had offered their sacrifice. Once eaten, the fruit will grant a long life span. Just like the Aesir.”

You quickly turned to face him. Your eyes, disbelieving and shocked at what he was telling you. Does he mean that there was a way for you to extend your life?

“Yes. There is a way for you to extend your life.” Loki answered your thoughts. “It’s not that hard to see what’s going on in your mind, Violet.” He laughed. “I know we haven’t talked about this. I’ve tried, but you’re very sensitive about it.” He finished.

“I never wanted to talk about it because I didn’t want to think of a life where I would be parted from my family, and they would get to live centuries without me. Possibly forget me.” You said, on the brink of tears.

“Violet! I would never forget you. You are more than just a fleeting moment in my life. You are my life. My life would end the moment yours does too.” Loki declared kissing your hand and then your cheek.

“But I couldn’t help but think that way. On the other hand, if I were to live old and grey with you, each new connection I would make would seem like a blink of an eye to me. Is that how you see my life right now?”

“No, darling, I’ve had a wonderful life these past twenty years with you. I’d like to have more. Centuries even.”

“Loki, do you know what you’re asking of me?” You whispered, still trying to process all that he has said.

“I do. I’m asking you to stay with me forever. With our children.”

“I would lose Callum.”

“He will always be your brother. You would never lose him.”

“But one day he will die. Centuries before I do.”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Vee. I can’t make that realization any easier. But that is what will happen.”

“And so will all of my other friends. Colleagues I’ve worked with.”

“Yes,” Loki said looking more and more defeated with every word you say. “I know you chose me twenty years ago. I’m asking you to choose me again.”

“But why now?”

“As I said. It’s rare for the tree to bear fruit. Twenty years ago, I had the forethought to water Idunn’s tree with the water from the twin’s birth. It was a long shot. I wasn’t sure it would work. At our wedding, you had expressed to my mother about your fleeting life. She came to me to tell me about it and I explained to her what I did.”

“You did that without telling me?”

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it didn’t bear fruit, love. In case, the tree didn’t accept your sacrifice. They would’ve disposed of it all anyway. Why not offer it up to the tree?”

“And what exactly did I sacrifice?”

“You sacrificed me,” Loki answered without hesitation. “For the betterment of Asgard. You left thinking you weren’t enough. You left so that I may find a more suitable queen when it was you all along. You also sacrificed yourself. To produce the future heirs of the kingdom. All were worthy offerings to Idunn. So, when the blooms started sprouting three weeks ago, my mother contacted me and kept an eye on it. The tree bears a single fruit. And it is for you. If…you choose to eat it.”

You looked long and hard at Loki. Trying to find the answer in his eyes. “And if I choose not to eat it?”

“No one else can have it. It was made for you. It takes twenty years to grow for that reason, my love. To give the person time to think about what a long life could mean to them. But I know you’ve thought about it already.”

“But what happens to us, Loki? What happens to us if I decide not to take it? What happens to you?”

“You will live out your life naturally. And so will I.”

“You won’t age.”

“This is an illusion. You know that Vee. I can still grow old with you if that is what you wish.”

“But I will die sooner.”

“And I will follow you.”

“Loki, be serious.”

“I am! You are my life! I refuse to live a day in this universe where you are not part of it.” He embraced you tight, wrapping his arms around your back as you buried your face in his chest.

You heard the murmur in his chest as he started singing. A smooth whisper just for your ears, “If you should ever leave me. Though life would still go on, believe me. The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you,” Loki sang quietly in your ear, repeating one of your favorite songs that you’ve played for him, throughout your years.

You started crying in his arms. You’ve thought a lot about this. About whether or not you could extend your life. You had made peace with the fact that you would die sooner than the rest of your family. But to be presented with a solution- broke that peace you had. Everything was hanging by a fraying rope waiting to drop.

“I will spend the next forty years or forty centuries with you. It’s your choice, my love. Always your choice. I will gladly follow you to Valhalla either way.”

Dinner had been overwhelming. Everyone there knew what was about to take place, save your children. That is until Frigga pulled them to the side and explained what was happening.

Loki stayed by your side the entire evening. Ever willing and faithful to answer any of your concerns or to ground you from everyone else’s questions and prying.

You had smiled. You put on a face for people when they came up to you. “No one is more deserving of this than you,” Thor had told you.

“Thor, I- I’m sorry Jane couldn’t be here.” You started crying.

“Ah! Knowing Jane, she would’ve tackled that fruit out of your hands. Not to eat it, but to dissect it and find out what gives it its ‘life-extending’ properties.” You both laughed.

“Would she have taken it?” you asked morbidly curious. “Would she have eaten the fruit?”

“No, I don’t think she would have,” Thor paused, looking at you decidedly. “Violet, I want you to remember, whatever reasons Jane had, they were her reasons. Not yours. She hasn’t lived your life. Nor you, hers. Make a decision that’s good for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded, smiling at the sound advice he gave you.

“It is time!” Odin’s voice boomed across the great hall, gathering everyone’s attention. He struck the ground with Gungnir and proceeded to walk out to the great gardens.

Everyone’s eyes were on you as they waited for you to proceed. Narvi and Vali came up to you and hugged one arm each as Narvi placed her head on your shoulders. You intertwined your fingers with theirs and followed Odin out.

Odin stood in front of what looked like an old oak tree. Its gnarly roots twisted and turned as the branches grew out and over. The leaves canopied the entire garden. There was a light that glowed from the tree, making it look almost golden.

And there! In the midst of dark green foliage, hung a single fruit. The bright color of the peach stood out. It was by far the prettiest and juiciest peach you had ever seen.

“Your favorite fruit,” Loki said amused, behind you. Vali kissed you on your forehead. Narvi gave you a kiss on your cheek. And they both let go of your hands and stood back to where your friends and family waited, circling the tree.

Loki took your hand and walked with you towards the peach. “Daughter,” Odin said to you. “Idunn has deemed you worthy of granting your request. She has accepted your sacrifice.” Loki squeezed your hand causing you to look up at him. He gave you a short smile, telling you it was going to be ok. “As the head of the Æsir, The king of all Nine Realms, and the Father to All, I am happy to offer you the fruit that bears on her tree.”

“And if I choose not to take it?” you asked Odin.

“The fruit can only be harvested by your hands. It will wither and die from anyone else’s touch. If you choose not to partake in it. I ask that you bury it back into the ground near the tree so that the life-giving essence it holds will be preserved and can be given again to someone in the future.”

You nodded your understanding and walked towards the fruit. The peach was large, barely fitting the size of your hand. The fuzz of the fruit tickled and invited you. The beautiful colors swirled in a kaleidoscope of orange and pink. You pulled it down easy enough and were relieved to find that the fruit had not decayed in your hands.

It really is meant for me. You took a look at your friends and family. All watching with eager breath. The last person your eyes landed on was Loki.

He looked just as handsome as he did twenty years ago. There were some fine lines and gray hairs. All of which you loved about him. Each line represented the years in which you both spent time with each other. “Whatever you decided, my love,” he whispered so that only you could hear.

And with that, you took the first bite to the start of your long life.

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melanieph321 · 7 months

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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 7/8

Things are heating up😫

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Mentioning of violence

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

"So what are you gonna do?"

It was early, but not time to leave for the airport yet. You woke up to Ruben's warm chest against your cheek. He held you close, drawing lazy patterns on the hill of your shoulder.

"Face the music I guess."

"You're gonna confront your sister?"

"Yes and take responasbility for my life."

It felt like the most reasonable thing to do, however, the thought of facing your sister and Tyson again ached your stomach.

"Just know that whatever you choose to do, I'm here."

You tilted you head. Ruben was already looking at you, his eyes big and kind. You lay hand on his cheek, directing his face towards yours. You still had to get used to the feel of kissing another man. But compared to Tyson's, Ruben's kisses spread warmth throughout your chest.

Five hours later you left Brussels and returned home.

"You're early" Your sister said, as you and Ruben stepped through the door. Ironically she was seated on the couch, the same couch she and Tyson were getting freaky on whenever you weren't around.

"Where is Tyson?" You asked, as Ruben brought your bags upstairs.

"He's out. Left for a booking this morning."

"A modeling booking?"

"Exactly."

"Has he been getting alot of those whilst I was gone?"

"A few, why?" You sister mimicked the way you were looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Mom is not well." You muttered.

"Oh Y/N." Your sister stood, walking over to give you a hug. "I told you not to go over there. She never meant for us to see her like that."

Her hug was comforting, you gave in, forgetting the fact that you were supposed to be angry with her, then again, she had no clue that you knew about her and Tyson.

"She will always be our mother." She said, pulling you back to wipe your tears. And just like that you were eight years old again, needing your big sister to wipe your tears.

"I've had some trouble with my credit card." You said. "I should probably go to the bank for that, right?"

"Sure. We'll go tomorrow since I have some meetings tod..."

"There's a rehearsal today."

"For your tour?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, a dance rehearsal for all the back up dancers, why?"

"I should probably go to that shouldn't I. To share my opinions on things, right?"

"Um...sure, but like I said I have some meetings to attend today, so if you...."

"It's okay, I can go by myself."

"By yourself?" You sister frowned. You seldom did anything without checking with her first, perhaps that should stop now.

"Ruben will be with me of course."

"Ruben?" Your sister initially looked to want to protest, but change her mind as he came back down the stairs. "Of course." She nodded. "Ruben will go with you."

"I'll call you if I need anything."

"Yes, please do, call me."

You looked to Ruben. "I'll just hop in the shower then I'm ready to go."

He nodded. "I'll notify Taylor to bring the car around."

"Thanks." You smiled, as well as brush his arm with yours on your way up the stairs.

Rehearsal was great. You had never paid attention to the people working around you. It had always been your sister calling the shots, giving everybody directions. But without her everyone was forced to listen to you and they really listened.

"So the laser will be pointing from that camera and that camera." Your stage director, Alejandro, said.

"That camera?" You turned in that direction, pretending to hold a microphone to your lips.

"Yes and then you'll turn to the other camera before the lasers shoot down from the sealing."

"Why the lasers?" You frowned.

"For the finally? Isn't that you wanted?"

"Um, I'm not sure."

"Your sister made it clear that its what you wanted." He shrugged. "We can remove them if you like?"

"Um...no it's okay. Keep them."

You left rehearsal not knowing how to feel. The start of your tour was so soon and you needed your sister by your side, but how could you ever trust her when she's been lying to your face for God knew how long.

"Shall we get somthing to eat?" Ruben held the door open for you to climb into the car.

"No, I'm not hungry."

Taylor your chauffeur greeted you with a smile through the rare view mirror. A smile which you returned. Ruben stepped in to sit next to him. His face expressed concern as he turned back to look at you.

"Y/N, you have to eat somthing."

"I will, I just need to go to the bank first."

"The bank?" He frowned.

"Yes the bank. Taylor will you take me there?"

You arrived within ten minutes.

"I won't be long." You said, hoping that Ruben would let you go alone.

He didn't.

He held the door open for you to step out and together you made your way into the bank.

After a short wait, a bank representative named Emily greeted you and led you and Ruben to a private office. "I understand your concern, Y/ N" she said, sympathetically. "Let me pull up your account information and see what might be causing this issue."

As you watched Emily's fingers dance across the keyboard, a knot formed in her stomach. The seconds felt like an eternity until Emily's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I... I think I've found the problem," Emily said, her voice filled with astonishment. "It appears that all your money was recently transferred to a foreign account."

Your heart sank, and you exchanged a worried glance with Ruben. "What? How is that possible? I certainly didn't authorize any transfers like that."

Emily nodded in understanding. "I believe you, Y/N. However a signature was authorized electronically. Do you have your phone with you today?"

"Well yes, but no."

"No?"

"No, my phone, old phone, was stolen a couple of weeks ago."

"Stolen?" Emily's lowered her gaze, her eyes looking at you over her glasses.

"Yes. Oh my god what am I gonna do? This can't be happening."

Ruben reached for your hand underneath the table.

"The best thing I can do is freeze you account and make sure no money gets in or out." Emily said. "But I'm afraid the police will have to help you retrieve the stolen money."

You rushed out of the bank, Ruben at your heels.

"Y/N, everything is gonna be alright, you'll get the money back."

How do you know that Ruben? Everything I've earned throughout my entire career, my savings, my savings that my parents put in there for me. Gone, it's all gone. So don't tell me that everything is going to be alright because it isn't."

He pulled you into his embrace right there in the middle of the street, for everybody to see. If paparazzi showed up now your life would really be over.

"I have to tell my sister." You said, breaking up the hug. "She'd want to know about this."

Ruben nodded. "Of course, do you need to come with you?"

You shook your head. "No, Taylor will take me back."

Ruben looked conflicted, not wanting to part from you, however you had sent him to replce your computer. With your phone gone and bank account hacked, everything old had to go and everything knew would have to be fire proof and Ruben assured you that he could fix that.

"You went to the bank without me?"

After telling your sister what the bank lady said, you were suprised that this was her first reaction.

"Yes, well it was urgent."

"Y/N, I told you that I would have gone with you tomorrow. Why would you do this?"

"Are you serious right now? All of my money is gone and all you care about is the fact that I went to the bank without you?"

Your sister's expression mellowed. "You're right." She stepped forward, bringing you in for another hug. This hug wasn't like the one this morning. It was stiff and cold. "Everything is gonna be alright, you'll get your money back."

"That's what Ruben said." You muttered. Your sister grimaced at the mentioning of his name.

"What?"

"I don't trust him." She said.

You chuckled. "You, of all people don't trust Ruben? You're the one that hired him, rember?"

"I know I did, but..."

"But what?" You frowned, because your sister was really not the one to preach about trust.

"Tyson told me that Ruben keeps giving him these looks, looks as if all he wants to do is bash his face in."

"Right." You muttered. Hearing Tyson's name leave your sisters mouth simply made you nauseous.

"I've noticed it too. He cracks his knuckles every time he sees him, Y/N."

"It doesn't matter because Ruben is not the problem here." You said.

"No? Then who is?" Your sister looked terrified.

"Dickonataor 3000."

Her shoulders rose and fell with your answer. "Y/N, don't you think..."

"I know that nerd has got my phone. He's the one messing with my account. We need to find a way to track him somehow. Ruben will find a way."

Your sister stared at you blankly for a minute, like she couldn't recognize the person standing before her. "Maybe you should go to bed? Today must have really sucked for you."

You nodded. "Yes, yes it did."

You needed sleep. Sleep was your friend.

As the moon cast a soft glow upon your bedroom, you nestled comfortably beneath the covers. However you were abruptly awakened by a gentle touch.

"Ruben?" You groaned.

"No baby, it's me."

Your eyes flung open.

"Tyson?"

His lips were on yours. "I heard you had a bad day, let me make it better."

Confused and half-asleep, you pushed him away, struggling to fully grasp the situation.

"Y/N, relax." he whispered, lust lacing his voice.

Startled and groggy, your sleep-addled brain attempted to process his words. "Tyson stop, I'm not in the mood." You pleaded, never ever would you be in the mood for him. Yet, his eyes burned with an unsettling determination.

Pushing aside your obvious feelings of unease, he continued to make advances, his body betraying the desperation of his desires.

"Tyson, get off!"

He wrestled you against the matress, tracing unwanted kisses up your neck.

"Tyson, I said stop!"

He chuckled. "What, don't you want me to fuck you?"

No, now get the fuck off me!" You shouted. The last words to leave your mouth before Ruben barged into your bedroom, his face a mask of fury. His voice thundered through the room, "Get off her! Right now!"

Caught off guard and blinded by his own desires, Tyson froze momentarily. But it was the fierceness in Ruben's eyes that eventually jolted him back to reality. However it was too late Ruben was already pulling him off you, dropping Tyson on the floor.

"Ruben wait, stop!"

There was no stopping him. Ruben's eyes were dark, his expression emotionless whilst he pounded his fists against Tyson face, cracking his nose, breaking his jaw.

"Oh my god, Tyson!" Your sister emerged in the doorway, dressed in her nightrobe. She saw the two men grappling on the floor beneath your bed and started screaming hysterically.

"Please stop it, you'll kill him! Y/N, do something!"

"Ruben please." You pleaded, however his hands just kept smashing into Tyson's bloody face. There was no stopping him. Never had you seen Ruben so angry, so out of control.

"Ruben, please stop it." You cried and that seemed to do it.

He looked to you and then to his bloody knuckles. A low grunt left Tyson limb body that lay beneath him.

"Y/N, I'm so..."

You shook you head. Not wanting Ruben to come any closer to you. He looked both terrified and hurt by this.

"That's it. I'm calling the fucking police!" You sister said, storming out of the room in a tearful rage.

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dkakapizzaboy · 7 months

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Darling I’m a Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream (Part 1)

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Pairing: Conman! Minghao x Fem! Reader

Words:1.2k Genre: Crime/Mystery (Suggestive! MDNI) Synopsis: Minghao has had a pretty easy life…partly due to his sharp looks, but mostly due to his even sharper mind. His day job, you ask? Oh, just your average little joe conning wealthy women out of thousands of dollars …until he meets you. Warnings: Deception, lying, Morally Grey Hao, Morally Grey Reader A/N: Hello, this is extremely overdue but this is my contribution to @svthub's 70steen Collab! Please read the rest of the stories as well! I really wanted to finish the story in one go but I wanted to do it justice and take my time with it. So, it is just Part 1 for now, but nonetheless, I hope it still is a fun read!

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Minghao saw you through the front window of Tiffany's, purchasing a pair of solitaire studs, which were, from his guess, at least 1.5 carats each. His eyes scanned through your appearance next, mid to late 20s, affluent, judging by the Chanel briefcase and tweed suit, understated in jewelry except for the dainty yet elegantly crafted diamond bracelet.

He'd found his next target.

He made his way into the store and immediately caught your eye, along with everyone else's. Well, it was pretty easy: a tall, handsomely dressed man with a striking long neck and sharp features who would give Elvis a run for his money.

He made his way to the counter you were standing by, his leather boots clicking on the wooden floor- drawing even more attention to him, and timidly made eye contact.

"Sorry to do this miss, but can I ask you for a favour?"

He maintained eye contact, his gaze had started to make you uncannily hot on a chilly autumn evening.

"Y-yes" you stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so frail.

"It is my mom's 60th birthday and I want to buy her something special but so many choices confuse me. Could you please help me pick something?"

The group of girls standing on the necklace counter audibly swooned, making your upper lip twitch in amusement.

"Oh, umm sure... I guess."

He took your shyness as a sign of apprehension and decided to persuade you further.

"Sorry I wouldn't have asked but my brother and I have this unspoken competition every year, who will get Mother the better gift. I've been losing for the past 3 years but this time, with your help hopefully (he looked down and gave a shy smile, a seasoned move on his part), I have a feeling I can win against him."

He knew he was bullshitting his way through, but it'd always worked in his favor. ‘Just charm your way forward: the key is eye contact.’ was his mantra in life.

Little did he imagine that his further explanation had created more trouble for him than he bargained for.

"Oh really, and how do you decide who wins?" You asked, with your eyes full of suspicion.

It's funny because you were just messing with him but since Minghao had almost never been cross-questioned by one of his targets, he was completely caught off guard.

He racked his brain, looking for the best answer to give you... he didn't want to blow his cover but the more time he took thinking of an answer, the more nervous he became- internally of course, as it hadn't even been a few seconds.

He suddenly gave you a crooked smile, unknowingly making your heartbeat a bit faster and your underwear a tad bit wetter.

He'd found the perfect answer.

"Oh, believe me…….. you know." He said, boring those beautiful cat-like eyes into yours, sirening you to him.

This story is actually full of funny things. While Hao was trying to seduce you with those smoldering looks of his, there was a mischievous twinkle in your eyes that sucked him in. It was like he was drowning deeper and deeper into those beautiful orbs, only realizing he was sinking into you when you averted your gaze.

This was weird.

But Minghao was here for work so he didn’t ponder too much.

You helped him pick out a beautiful set of white pearl earrings, with diamonds encrusted around the pearl.

“I think you should give them a try, just to see if they’re as beautiful as they’re on the display.”

He didn’t wait for an answer and proceeded to grab your wrist and slide the earrings in your hand, his fingertips gently brushing against your palm, sending a jolt of buzzing current down your spine.

Well, I guess I have to try on the pretty earrings, you thought bemusingly.

After he had purchased his earrings, he insisted on getting you dinner, or breakfast, or lunch, or whatever you preferred. You blushed as he confessed he’d really really like to see you again.

You made plans with him for the weekend. Since night had already fallen and, in his words, it would be against every fiber of his moral being to let a pretty lady like you go unescorted home in the crime-ridden streets, he basically forced you to let him drive you home.

He opened the passenger side door of his shiny black impala with a cheeky ‘M’lady’. You talked all the way home, about anything and everything. You also observed how his boot cut trousers hugged his thighs, and the slight indent of his-

Yeah, focus on something else girl! You turned to look out the window, hoping that the cool air of the night will calm your hot face, and even hotter heart.

He pulled up to your front porch, impressed at the location of the street and the size of the house.

You would be his most prized possession till date.

He smiled at you as you thanked him, and then gulped audibly as the skirt of your suit hiked up a little to reveal, what he could describe as probably the softest skin he had ever seen, as you got out of the car. He got an almost primal urge to pull you back to the seat and feel if the skin of your thighs was as soft as it looked.

He got out of his daze as you said, “I meant to say this earlier, but you honestly don’t really look like a Jun, I don’t know, just something funny that came to mind. Bye now, see you Saturday.”

Good thing you didn’t see his shocked face as you skipped back into your house.

….

Minghao made his way back into Tiffany’s, looking for his liaison.

“Here you go. Come’on now hyung, you really think I’ll cheat on you, It’s been five fucking years.”

“And one can never be too careful” Wonwoo replied as he inspected the pearl earrings though a microscope, who knew, the conman could very well con his partner. After inspecting its authenticity, he gave Minghao his money back, after taking a 5% cut, the usual fees for ignoring his shenanigans at his store.

“So, do you want to grab a beer?” Minghao asked hopefully.

He didn’t really know why, but since dropping you off, he’d been feeling uncannily lonely.

“I really don’t want to extend our relationship beyond business, sorry.” Wonwoo replied quite blandly as he put back the pearl earrings on display, and to be very honest, it broke Minghao’s heart a little bit.

But Minghao knew life wasn’t really sunshine and roses all the time.

…

You made your way into the living room after taking a shower, a cold one as your nerves still sizzled thinking about Jun.

“So, did the asshole buy it?” Your best friend asked as you handed her the beautiful, shiny studs you’d purchased earlier using her cheque book.

“He ate it from the palm of my hand, darling,” you replied coyly.

No matter how sexy you thought he was, or how gorgeous his long neck was, or how stunningly captivating his eyes were, it was time for payback, Xu Minghao.

A/n: this is loosely inspired by a Bollywood movie Ladies vs Ricky Bahl!

#svthub #svthub.collab #svt fic #svt smut #seventeen #xu minghao #the8 #minghao #svt #minghao x you #minghao x reader #minghao x y/n #the8 smut #minghao smut #the8 scenarios #sam writes svt #xu minghao smut

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evilscientist3 · 2 years

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Please help me. The Wizard Police are after me. I am a simple man, er wizard. I'm femme coded and delicious and thus break many wizard laws by existing. I have potions that have powers beyond your imagination. Your small small imagination. You should read and draw more so your brain will grow and you can understand my powers. This potion in my hand is purple and swirly. Its smells delicious, doesn't it? You want to drink it don't you? I know you do. Stop staring at my chest. My eyes are up here! *Points at the tip of my hat*. FOCUS! This potion is so important and you must STOP SNIFFING ME. Yes um drink the potion. Oh you don't want to? What if I put a silly straw in the bottle, will you drink it now? WHAT WAS THAT?? *Wizard Sirens in the distance* I have to go. You must hide me. What is your credit card number? Don't say the numbers out loud! You'll summon the interdimensional Identity theifs!!! Write it down! On my hand! Oh that tickles!! Stop it at once. Your hand writing is shit. Whatever youll have to just come with me. *covers you in the potion and you turn into a small creature*. Now I'm going to place you in this bag. Never mind why theres so much broken glass in there!! Stop eating it! Stop eating it! Stop it!! I hate you. *Shakes the bag really hard* stop enjoying this! *Sirens get closer* we have to go now!! *Does a little break dance and disappears into another plane* oh God we're 2d! Stop turning to the side and looking like a flat line! This isn't funny. Now, what is your mother's maiden name. What do you mean you don't have a mom. Everyone in the universe is assigned six mom's when they're created. What is a dad? A boy mom? I don't understand what you're saying. How are you able to make your teeth jiggle around like that? That is ungodly. Your teeth should be placed firmly in your gums! I don't care what Chinese deer can do. *coughs up blood in a gay sexy way* oh I forgot to mention I have tuberculosis. Yes it's serious. No Im not going to the doctor. We have to get out of this plane. Hmm I have one more spell I can cast that will allow one of us to get back into the 3d world. I will send you back and you must get help from my hot wizard girl husband. What do you mean wife? What is that? They're my girl husband! You don't say things that make sense. *Riffles through bag* I need to find My bang energy drink so I can power up before I do my teleportation beam. Why is the can empty. Why do you mean you drank it? Why would you drink someone else's energy drink! It gives me my wizard power! That's it, I've had enough. *pulls out revolver from the bag* this is goodbye to you. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG good gracious they were blanks! I hate you I hate you I hate you!! *Throws you on the ground and you make a loud thud* why do you sound like you're full of milk? Webkinz cat? What does that mean? Who is rainbow dash and why was she in a jar? THEY DID WHAT TO HER? I can't do this anymore. *Loud bang* WIZARD POLICE PUT YOUR ARMS UP!!

NEVER! *Throws you at the police*

*I'm shot four thousand times by a thousand different wizard beams* I die instantly

This reads like a transcript of the most niche ASMR video ever made. Thank you for sharing this experience with us

#ask

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gumnut-logic · 2 months

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Along the Way (Part 4)

I've been re-reading Alexander Sweetapple while feeling crappy over the last few days and am ever so grateful for all the support this series has received from everyone. Apologies for all the delays on this fic. And extra special thanks to both @womble1 and @idontknowreallywhy for adding their glorious talents to this universe as well.

I managed to dig up the next part and write a chunk of it tonight, so here we have more of this fic. It's getting there, I promise.

Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for feilding my call for a read through yet again. You are wonderful, m'dear.

I hope you enjoy it. I also hope to write some more asap.

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He had managed to help the young woman get free of the pile of what felt like wood pinning her legs. They had little light, but with her permission, Alex investigated the source of the pain in…”I’m sorry, what is your name?”

Her voice was shaky. “Elizabeth.”

He sent her a smile but then realised she probably couldn’t see it. “Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.”

Her nervous laugh lightened the dark atmosphere just a little.

“I’m Alex.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper and then a whimper as his fingers found the injury to her leg.

Damp and sticky.

Damn.

It was impossible to tell exactly how much damage had been done, but as far as he could tell she had a gash in her leg.

She was crying again.

“It’s okay, we’ll get this bound up and then start looking for a way out of here.”

He wrenched at his shirt, attempting to get the fabric to tear. A brief curse at the simplicity of movie medical situations and what was actually possible; and a fingernail split enough threads to tear a hole. Another few yanks and he decimated whatever the hell he was wearing, but managed to get a strip of fabric long enough to bind Elizabeth’s leg. It didn’t seem to be bleeding too badly.

Next problem.

There were still other people nearby, he could hear various whimpers and a man yelled for help. What Alex needed to do was determine where the hell ‘here’ was and find an exit.

God, he wished Virgil was here.

A blink.

Alex swallowed. Okay, they really needed to get out of here.

But again, he was drawn back to the problem of exactly where ‘here’ was.

His head was pounding and working far slower than he was used to. It was frustrating.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” The shape that was Elizabeth was turned towards him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Bit of a headache. Just thinking about how to get out of here.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

He was in Gisborne.

The thought came to him suddenly and glaringly.

Gisborne. Why was he in Gisborne?

The throb in his head made thinking so hard. An image of Erica shooing him out of his lab.

He blinked dust out of his eyes. Erica was always shooing him out of his lab. She smotherhenned him within an inch of his life sometimes.

And he loved her for it.

His world was so different from what it had been before. He was so lucky. He was able to create what needed creating. He had the support of some of the most powerful people in the world.

Unassuming powerful people who offered him coffee and a smile.

So lucky.

“Alex? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Huh?”

The darkness had him wanting to close his eyes.

But he couldn’t.

Because it was a symptom of a head injury.

Holographic Scott Tracy said so.

“Yeah, I’m good.” A deep breath, laden with dust and moisture. Water was still dripping somewhere. “We’re in Gisborne.”

“Yes, we are. In the Tairiwhiti Museum.” Elizabeth’s voice was steadier. “In the cafe.”

In the cafe?

Mum.

“I was here with my mother!” He desperately tried to draw information from his foggy memory. “She…” Where was she? His heart hurt to think of her lying somewhere in this darkness. He raised his voice. “Doctor Sweetapple?!” A struggled breath. “Mum?!”

Several voices answered, crying out for help.

None were his mother.

He swallowed. Walk it through.

He needed to find his mum.

He needed to help these people.

And they needed to get out of here.

As if reading his intentions, the floor he and Elizabeth were sitting on groaned, and something in the distance snapped like a gunshot.

And the whole building moved.

Alex yelled as the floor tipped, sliding downhill with a screaming screech. He grabbed Elizabeth and the nearest fixture in the dark and clung to both in the roar of snapping crumbling wood and brick.

Until it all slammed to a stop, wood raining down on them both.

The silence that followed was marred by the sound of rushing water.

The building was now on an angle, dust falling past them.

Elizabeth was crying in his arms while he desperately attempted to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.

At least he now had a direction. Up was likely out.

And they needed to get out now.

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“Alex is here…in Gisborne?” The words drifted from Virgil’s throat as he stared at small holographic Scott standing on his wrist.

“Yes, he went there for lunch with his mother.”

Virgil looked at the devastated landscape around him. Alex was somewhere in this?

He straightened his shoulders. “Do we have any idea of his location?”

John appeared beside Scott. “His credit card was last used at the Farmer’s Market. Street camera footage has him and his mother walking across the Peel Street bridge half an hour before the quake hit.”

The fact that neither of those systems were able to be accessed by ‘unauthorised’ personnel was completely ignored.

The fact the Peel Street bridge was now in the river it was supposed to span was far from encouraging either.

Virgil was currently standing on the remains of one of the taller buildings in the city, so he could see across the devastation towards the river and the remains of the markets where Alex might be.

He swallowed his instinctive reaction down, his need to be there immediately, the need to find his…friend.

He swallowed again, pushing his heart into his boots and straightened. His brother’s news had come just as they pulled the last out of the building beneath his feet. “Thunderbird Five, where are we needed next?”

His holographic brothers didn’t respond immediately, John’s hands darting across controls Virgil could not see. Scott’s expression was one Virgil did not want to parse.

Not now.

But John understood. “Local services are requesting liquefaction assistance along the Portside riverbank. Thunderbird Two is needed along with some rescuee extraction.”

“FAB.” Virgil turned, his exosuit wheezing with every movement.

“Thunderbird One will attend Gisborne shortly. I just need to finish up here. ETA fifteen minutes.” The Commander’s voice hid everything.

Virgil nodded, thankful for holographic technology, his throat suddenly tight.

“We will find him, Virgil.”

Another nod.

“FAB.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alexander sweetapple #virgil tracy #scott tracy #john tracy #nuttyfic #gotta write it before i can read it #drat it #all the apologies to Gisborne #I'm sorry

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weirdblondestuff · 3 months

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Why is everyone hating on Disney's "Wish" so much?? Is it just where I live or an universal experience?

Like, ok, the villain is nothing but a control freak. Is that really all that we're seeing here?

Are we really ignoring the fact that they managed to mention *a lot* of Disney's old movies and some nice things?

TW: some spoilers ahead?

Also, feel free to add things or agree or disagree. I really want to understand why everyone is hating that movie so much. I'm not saying it's my favourite but I actually think there's some interesting stuff there.

The main friend group is formed of seven people, excluding Asha. Each of them reminds me of one of the seven dwarves from Snow White, except that the one who represents Dopey can talk. The short one even says "And they ask me why I'm grumpy!". He's clearly Grumpy.

Asha's grandpa, Sabino(?) is turning 100, just like the Disney company. And after the final credits roll, there's a scene of him playing "When you wish upon a star" on whatever instrument he plays(don't really know the name of it, sorry).

On one of the wishes, Aurora's dress can be clearly seen for a split second.

On another wish, we see Peter Pan flying around and soon after king Magnifico mentions Neverland. Later on, a guy NAMED PETER. WANTS TO BUILD A FLYING MACHINE. AND HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE PETER PAN. Coincidence? I think not.

They reference Tangled with the scene everyone is drawing on the ground with chalk.

Bambi! Bambi is in the movie! As an adult and he barely has 5 seconds of screen time? Yes, but it's still Bambi.

Asha's wish is... Guess what? Made upon a star. 🎵When you wish upon a star...🎵

Sleeping Beauty might also have been referenced when king Magnifico "trapped" everyone in that... Rose thorns looking magic. (It's either this or my mind is mixing Disney's version with the tale I read as a kid. Sorry.)

When Asha's trying to lure the king into the forest, she's given a small stick with some magic in it and is wearing something very similar to what Cinderella's fairy godmother wore. Later on, she receives an actual magic wand and is asked to become everyone's fairy godmother, and her clothes sparkle similarly to how Cinderella's ones did when her dress transformed.

Magnifico also mentions the Evil Queen from Snow White! (Not sure if this is the exact phrase but I'm pretty sure he said something similar) "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who in the land is the fairest of all?".

Valentino says something, by the end of the movie, that references to Zootopia (something along the lines of "A place where all mammals are the same. And wear clothes!").

The star does the Disney intro thing by the end of the movie(Castle on the background, the star... Y'know what I'm talking about. Hopefully.).

There might be other things I forgot to mention here and things I didn't notice. Also, I've only watched the movie once, in english, and it isn't even my mother tongue, so there might be some misunderstandings. Anyway, overall, I don't think the movie deserves all the hate it's getting. It's definitely not the best movie of all, but, honestly? It's not that bad.

Please forgive any mistakes 🙏 and help me understand whatever's happening because it doesn't make much sense to me.

#disney wish #??? idk #????? help #wish 2023 #wish asha

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fairyyeo · 1 year

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christmas tree farm ❅ yang jeongin

pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 1.1k

a/n — also not proofread .. hah sorry .. anyways .. last xmas post !!!! merry crhistmas everyone !!! pls reblog if you enjoyed <3

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your family lived on a beautiful christmas tree farm, and ever since you were old enough to manage, you helped your parents out on the farm.

it opened on december 1st and closed on december 24th every year. it was busiest mid december, which is when you first met jeongin ten years ago, back when you were both young kids.

he was adorable back then. huge goofy grin and sparkly curious eyes. jeongin came with his family in the middle of december to get their christmas tree. his parents ushered him to hand you the money, despite his shyness. since that first awkward, conversation-less first encounter, it had become a tradition for jeongin to pay on behalf of his family when they came to get their christmas tree.

obviously, christmas was your favourite time of the year. secretly, however, a major contributing factor to that statement was getting to see jeongin again after 12 months.

see, this year you were planning on working up the courage to ask him out. you were meant to do it last year, and the year before, but you always chickened out and were forced to wait another 12 months.

but this time you wouldn't.

"here come the yangs." your annoying brother beomgyu nudged you obnoxiously.

"please don't do anything to jeopardise this when they come to pay later." you begged him, grabbing the saw and tape measure to hand the yang family.

"i wouldn't dare." he raised his hands in surrender.

you lifted a doubtful brow.

"trust me." beomgyu said, spinning you around to face the familiar approaching family.

"welcome everyone! it's great to see you all again." you smiled at them.

"hi, sweetie! has it been busy today?" jeongin's mother asked you.

you waved the question off with another smile, "a little, but nothing we can't handle." you motioned to your brother who was busy organising some ornaments behind you. "right, beom?"

"of course!" he whizzed around lifting a thumbs up.

you passed over the saw and tape measure which jeongin accepted, "have fun out there! don't forget it's cold and you're welcome to hot beverages when you come to pay."

"thanks sweetie!" jeongin's mother called out to you as they headed out into the snow covered forest.

when they were a distance away, their bright puffy jackets just specks of colour amongst the snow, beomgyu commented, "jeongin was totally checking you out just then."

"what?! he was not." your cheeks warmed despite your disagreement.

"he so was." beomgyu persisted, "are you finally gonna ask him out?"

you couldn't contain your grin, "should i? do you think he'd say yes? i've been thinking about it for years."

"years?"

"yes.. is that weird?"

"well, it's not that weird. maybe a little creepy that you've been secretly ogling him for ten minutes every twelve months, but not weird. you definitely have to ask him out." beomgyu said, and he had a point.

"i know." you sighed, drawing mindless scribbles on the notepad at the counter.

you made yourself busy while waiting for the yangs to bring over their tree for payment. you tidied behind the counter, reorganised the tape measures on the shelf, and made yourself a hot chocolate with the kettle and provided ingredients.

"they're coming back." beomgyu pointed out casually, nodding towards the family.

you stiffened as the nerves instantly returned.

beomgyu seemed to notice, "hey, relax, it's probably gonna be fine."

"yeah. probably." you repeated, taking a deep breath.

"we're back!" jeongin's mother smiled at you, her husband struggling behind with the three.

"that's a gorgeous tree, you chose well this year!" you complimented. "how tall was it?"

"just over six foot." jeongin's dad called from behind.

"okay," you smiled, "that'll be a hundred dollars, then."

your eyes flitted to jeongin, who, to your surprise, was already looking at you. your heart skipped a beat.

he counted through some cash, ensuring it was exactly $100 before placing it in your open palm, "here you go." he offered a shy smile.

you wonder if he felt that spark too.

"thank you." you put the cash into the register. "well," you clapped your hands together, "have a merry christmas you guys!"

"you too, sweetie! see you next year!" jeongin's mum waved you goodbye and her family did the same.

they began to walk away, and as they did, jeongin spared another glance over his shoulder at you, causing you once again to tense up.

you'd missed your chance again.

"well that was just sad." beomgyu said bluntly. "you just let him walk away.”

"i know, beom! i was already too nervous but i couldn't ask him with his parents right there." you whined. "guess it'll be another twelve months." you frowned, dragging your hands down your face in frustration.

"or not." beomgyu began to smile as he motioned his head behind you.

you whirled around to see jeongin standing on the other side of the counter, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

"oh, jeongin! did you forget something?" you asked him politely.

"uh, no..." he paused for a moment. "actually, yeah i kinda did."

"what was it?"

"well," jeongin paused again and took a small breath, "i forgot to ask you if you'd be interested in going out... on a date?"

"jeongin, i'd love to!" you beamed, heart racing a million miles an hour. you couldn't believe beomgyu was right all along and that jeongin was interested in you too.

"wait, really?" he looked surprised.

"i was going to ask you out earlier as well, but i chickened out... like i have for the last few years." you confessed to a shocked jeongin.

he sighed, almost in relief, "that makes two of us."

you both laughed, the nerves melting away like marshmallows in a steamy hot chocolate.

"i can't believe we've both been crushing on each other for this long and never said anything until now." you said, writing down your phone number onto the notepad for jeongin before passing it to him.

"yeah well," he laughed a bit again, accepting the folded piece of paper with your number scribbled onto it, "i think it started when i handed you that money when we first came."

"you remember that?" you said in surprise. "i think about that first interaction pretty much every day." you smiled fondly.

"of course i remember it! i thought you were so pretty." his cheeks reddened a little as he shared the honest compliment.

"well, this has all been very heartwarming, however," beomgyu clapped you on the back, "there's a family coming in right now who will want to be served, instead of watching this lovely little rom-com scene."

"so i'll give you a call then?" jeongin said with a wink.

"bye jeongin! tell your family i said merry christmas again!" you waved him goodbye as the next family approached the counter.

not a minute later you got a text from an unsaved number and grinned at the message.

let's not wait another 12 months this time!

— jeongin

#stray kids ff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids jeongin #jeongin ff #jeongin fanfic #jeongin reactions #jeongin angst #jeongin fluff #jeongin x reader #jeongin scenarios #jeongin imagines #yang jeongin

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Crawls out of a hole in your wall

GET MAGICAL GIRL'ED MOTHER FUCKER!

"Despite it all, This Empty Shell still Remains." -Pre Acceptance Quote

"Within this Hollow Heart, Love Still Remains!" -Post Acceptance Quote

This is Claire Taker, a new OC I've made! And let me tell you- the origins of the OC is fucking weird.

This tainwreck of a Lady came about because I was reading @zoeywinterrose's smiling critter fanfic on A03 (which you can check out HERE), started letting THE VOICES speak through me, eventually pulled out the original story I have and made the Caretaker seen there into a fully realized character in my story (get it? Claire Taker?), told them so, found each other on tumblr, because friends(?), and they maybe sort of said yes when I said I was gonna draw the character and make and AU of their AU (in some order there, the progression of events may be off a bit)... I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT TO THIS POINT.

So yeah, I'm gonna be both explaining this character, my own story, and having all that be loosely connected to Poppy Playtime (Again how did I get here?) So the tags are gonna be silly because of that.

Claire Taker is, as said before, a Magical Girl by the name of Heart Hollow (well Technically Magical Woman, she is pretty old but I prefer saying magical girl)... well the term for in my Canon is a "Blessed" or "Actor"... but those are the official terms, she and the others still use Magical Girl and Magical Boy (because that IS what they are)

And yes! There are both Magical Boys and Girls in this World!

Claire Fights with her Fists and Legs, being a close range brawler, as well as fights with her threads. She uses them in a variety of ways, from creating points to jump, pulling things to her or pulling herself to them, wrapping up targets, or even sometimes using them a whips.

Her Threads are also capable of Stitching people back together and healing them! Apparently the world thinks this means she should be one of the few to get constantly injured, needing to reattach her limbs in the middle of fights sometimes! (or it could be seen as caused by her low self worth as well). I mean look at all of those scars! And those are just the ones she couldn't fully heal for different reasons, she gets hurt alot! ("Better then letting one the kids take the hit" she would say)

Her mental health isn't the best, but it gets really bad when she is alone- Luckily, she's gained the trust of the Parents of the three kid members of Her group to look after them while their at work- as well as fostering the teens when they need somewhere private to hand out. (Her home is like one of 2 unofficial team bases)

At this point, almost everyone who isn't an adult (and two who are like 18-19) calls her Auntie- which she is still getting used too.

After finally getting into a far more okay mindset, she takes to jogging and exercise in her free time. She even helps the younger of the team practice fighting forms and working out when they train at all.

She actually owns a good few properties thanks to her parents- and after her depression weakened she put them up for rent. After a while (and learning how to duplicate cash with Starlight from the group's resident self appointed "Chaotic Gremlin") she was able to start getting a good amount of cash saved up for when the group needs a break or wants to go somewhere fun- (The cost is usually split between her and the other full Adult in the group most of the time).

She still has episodes where her is very not okay (like panic attacks or just bad thoughts)- but it never gets to the point where she feels like hurting herself at all anymore. It helps that one of the kids, the team's unofficial mascot, lets himself be her comfort animal when she has these episodes (and while he hates to admit it, he does enjoy her hugs)

That's all for now! If your interest in more of this original story, let me know!.. Though it probably won't be tagged under Smiling critters next... unless I make William apart of this then it will!

A full view of her plot is down below if your interested in that as well- Anyways thanks for reading this and maybe what lies below, and I hoped this sparked your interest/was a fun read all the same! I think I got an AU to write now!

Claire Taker's Story:

(Content Warning! This gets a bit dark!)

Claire Taker used to be a Person of Joy, living life as Happy as any other- even had Children she cherished most dearly... however one day- in a series of events, Claire loses her kids, be it an Accident or something far worse. Believing herself to be solely at fault, she shut down, remaining within her home and rarely leaving. At first those closest to them attempt to help, as it does, even if She rarely talked or interacted. Just being with others helped to keep her afloat...

But she was abandoned- left alone... and that is what sealed her fate. For a long time- years, close to Ten even, she drowned. She lost her smile, her kindness, her emotions, her Love. She tried, and try she did to get better... but she still drowned all the same.

She made many half attempts on her life- and the one time she fully went through with it- she only lived because she forgot to turn off the Safety on the Gun. This attempt was on the day, when she was so close to pulling herself back together that she was reminded of her kids- undoing all the work she did to get better at a single moment (one the prolonged her deep depression for a few more years-)

Eventually, upon one better day Claire spent shopping with a local mall for much needed supplies for her bare home, a Star fell from the Sky and landed nearby. From it formed a Matrix, and Starlight Leaked into the world. The pure, unfiltered and uncontrolled Starlight, the Blood of Creation, tainted the area in its presence, and Claire. The Building Creaked and Groaned as Starlight lashed into the populace surrounding. Many ran as the structure began to collapse around them...

And Yet Claire stepped forward, Drawn in by the Star.

Even while her body warped, as fur sprouted from her skin and monstrous claws ripped out from between her fingers. As her bones cracked and shattered before being reformed. As the demented whispers that long accompanied her gained form, breaking out from Claire's back and ripping into her flesh-

She reached the center, Where the Fallen Star has landed and with her last bit of strength before she became tainted under Starlight, reached out and touched the Glowing Star within the Epicenter-

And Starlight gathered and condensed, leaving her body, the surrounding air, and returning herself from the Monstrous form it was trying to become- And within her hands laid her Matrix, a Softly glowing heart floating between her palms.

A Stranger came to her one day, and promised her he would grant her most wanted wish "To return your children to you" in exchange for gathering as much Starlight she could.

She, like many other Actors, believed his word, and walked forward with a long lost flame in her eyes, ready to do Anything to get her children back.

Even after learning there was others like her (most of them teenagers or young adults), even after learning that many of the monsters she is fighting against and killed to gather Starlight (the Tainted or Cursed) were once people, even after she learned that should she actually get her wish- she would have to kill the other Blessed and steal their Starlight- She continued on.

It was only when the Three Children amongst the Blessed stood against her to protect their older peers then she questioned if what she was doing was worth it- if ignoring the signs that something was wrong was worth it- if her once beloved children would accept being brought back through the blood of others- if she could really kill these three if it was required of her.

It was from there, after giving up and fleeing that she changed from an antagonist to a protector akin to Tuxedo Mask for the Blessed- more so the Three kids that fought in this battle than the other Blessed.

It was here that Claire was taught how to tell if a Cursed was made from a person, animal, or object/fully made from Starlight as well as how to defeat the Tainted without killing the Person or Creature within. She learned that gathering Starlight is unneeded, and should she continue to gather Starlight like she has- she would only overwhelm her Matrix and become a Cursed herself. She learned how to truly use Starlight, how to prevent herself from Tainting someone on accident, and how to dispose of unneeded Starlight safely.

She was slowly pulled into the Group, being one of the Few Actors to listen and stop the senseless fighting between them. Even when she fell and broke, these Bright Souls dragged Claire along, taking her on their group adventures away from the Magic within their lives. Exploring the town, eating at an Café, enjoying the park. Slowly but surely, she became apart of this group, of the team who fought against the darkness that surrounded them.

The rest of the Blessed, especially the younger of them, started to call Claire 'Auntie'.

However, there was one final truth all of them avoided telling Claire, the final Lie told to Claire about the situation, even if in the depths of her heart she knew the answer herself yet feared to speak it aloud in vain hope for it not to be true.

That there was no Wish- That it was the ploy of The Man who Thought Himself God to either gather followers and resources or spark war between those who could threaten his goals and attempt to turn them into monsters- a Truth that they all knew could break Claire, steal her reason for continuing to live, to stand up tall.

They were going to, right after they handled this newest Tainted... but The Man who Thought Himself God appeared near the battles end... and with a smile, knowing Claire's history of mental health, and the reasons for it, held her by the throat while floating in the air, while Claire thrashed and fought with all of her might, while her allies called out in fear and rushed to save her, whispered in her Ear- "I lied~ There is no Wish, no reversing your most heinous Sin. Your children will never come back- for you killed them. They are gone and you killed them."

Claire SHATTERED then and there. Once again all of the work she put into getting better, doing better shattered- and as The Man who Thought Himself God threw her from high above towards the ground- Starlight, once Shining, became fully black- And the Blessed became Cursed under the weight of Despair-

Mother Gospel: The Harbinger of Mourning was born- as so her fellow Blessed fought, and after a long an almost lethal fight, where the extent of Claire's grief and broken heart was bared to the world, the ones who claimed her as their own, with all they had, ripped Claire out of her Depression made Manifest, and saved her from her fate.

Amongst the broken building, Claire laid as her Heart, once healing, was now torn apart once more as she cried tears of sorrow... and then she was hugged by the most youngest of them... then the other children joined in, all crying and making sure their Auntie was okay. The older kids of the Group joined in as well, despite two having to be dragged within. And even the young adults sat nearby and showed their love for Claire-

And that was what it was- Claire was LOVED, and she could Love in return. She was not Alone anymore, and so the dam burst within her and she cried and screamed and hugged back as sadness and joy danced within her. Her Hollow Heart had become not so Hollow anymore.

It took time, but somewhat soon Claire stood, still in mourning of her lost children, still not fully okay, but she could finally move on, she could finally live with those who saved her from that Sea that engulfed her and gave her warmth and belonging.

And so she fought, and even now fights, against those that would bring about the horrors she went through upon to others with the family formed under the Light of the Stars.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #OC #My OC #Magical Girl #We who are Blessed under Starlight #Original work #Again the tags are weird here #I'm very happy with how this came out #And happy I get to share this as well!#Maybe William would look good- fuck I've already done it haven't I #He's an Orphan!#I have! I've already technically made apart of this already #AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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axailslink · 1 year

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Riri Williams/ Ironheart x poc FEM reader

Summary: Riri finds you drawing for your Ironheart page and corrects you on some things like her height in the suit.

Updating your blog and lying to your mother is probably one of the most common things you do throughout the week. Attending MIT should be like fitting yourself to the puzzle to finish it but it's not no matter what class you attend you don't feel as smart as the other students. Especially the one and only Riri Williams a literal child genius everyone knows her story. Well the public part of her story. At the age of five people wanted her to go to college five. Lucky fuck. You are what you'd call borderline smart your mother pushes you to be your best so she wouldn't just let you go to some border line best college of course not. You applied for MIT and surprisingly enough you were accepted so here you are doing what you do best lying to your mother and updating your blog about the all famous Ironheart. You saw her once a while back and now you may have a bit of an obsession you love seeing the new things she's added to her suit and writing about them or what they appear to be made from. Your page has gotten so popular that there's a demand for certain things as of right now you're trying to find out Ironheart's height let's just say basic math from middle school is not helping you. "Mom yes I love it here yes my studies are fine yes I'm staying on top of my work you know this." You hang up and someone picks your phone up causing you to glance over.

"You're not a good liar" you come face to face with Riri who's a regular at the current coffee shop you're in "well she doesn't need to know all of my business" Riri nods understanding "can I sit or you don't want me all up in your business either?" You smile and grab your phone gently from her hand and pull out the chair next to you "sit." Riri does as told and glances over at your laptop. "What are you actually working on? Because today's lecture from Livingston wasn't all that hard to grasp" and there it is she doesn't mean to do it but she knows she's smarter than everyone in the room and it's fucking annoying. "Yeah it's not that I'm working on journalism. What I really want to do" Riri nods and mentions "yes you go to a school based around technology?" You suck your teeth kind of annoyed she pointed that out but you nod slowly "she says my smarts are beyond journalism and she's right but I want to do journalism." Riri nods slowly "well let's see what you got going on this page what are we looking at?" You turn your laptop and show her the picture of Ironheart where she's stooped down to the ground maybe just a bit above it in front of a door "I'm trying to determine her height though blurred in most photos I've been able to determine that she is a "her" well she may not be female presenting but she has breasts so..." Riri glances at you and nods "she's moving so fast half of the time and you found that out how exactly?" "I'm good with a camera and the way she wears her braids straight backs sometimes but other times they're in these like buns in the back. For a moment you glance at Riri's hair "kind of like yours..." Riri is quick to let the topic die down scrolling through your page.

Riri continues to scroll until she gets a picture of Ironheart standing next to a woman and door "when was this?" You open your journal and read "a month ago she helped this woman who was about to get shot." Riri glances at the door then the cafe door "what height do you think she is?" You shrug "in suit maybe like 6 foot" Riri shakes her head "no I don't think so you're probably making that measurement by the woman next to her but she's really just tiny the average door is like 6 foot right meaning if she were six foot you would be able to tell in this photo. I think she's 5'9 in the suit." You take a look at the photo and the door and Riri's right "well I mean I didn't think of measuring her by the door." Riri nods "so I may be a bit of an Ironheart fanatic myself I do have to ask which suit do you like better?" You smile upon hearing this question because she doesn't know it but she's just got herself in for one hell of a conversation. "The old one obviously the new one makes her look like some glossified power ranger no hate to it at all but it's not her it's not raw. The old one may have had it's problems like the lack of oxygen when she got too high bu-" Riri's all too interested now as your ramble but she finds herself interrupting "lack of oxygen how did you know that?" You mumble upon realizing that Riri unlike anyone else you've told about this little obsession is actually intent on listening "there was a raid at a garage people were talking about it for like months I wasn't out so I didn't see much footage for myself but when she was flying her suit shut off and she started going head first into the water. That had to be the only explanation though because her suit may be a little rusty but it's never shut off and the one time she goes higher than she ever does it completely shuts off almost leading her to her death. That's crazy." Riri nods smiling at you.

"I'm sorry I'm probably rambling" she shakes her head no "absolutely not I've got all day so tell me what you think about that heart she sports?" You smile and shake your head "I mean what's the significance? Maybe she just wants to show it's her work for a while it was hard to convince folks it wasn't ironman. Plus let's be honest her suit obviously takes inspiration from his but it's not as advanced." Riri laughs so loudly you're looking around wondering if anyone else is watching "not as advanced? The new suit though? Not as advanced?"

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You and Riri engage in conversation for so long you forget about your lecture which she insists to walk you to even though you've kept her from most of her day. When you arrive in front of the door Riri lingers for a moment "uhm I enjoyed talking to you today I'd like to do it again I mean if you're down of course." You nod completely oblivious to her glancing at you up and down "I mean like I want to take you on a date." You choke on the air and look around to see if anyone else just saw you practically jump out of your skin at this confession. "You want to date me?" She nods "I mean only if you want to date me maybe I was reading the room wrong maybe I was imagining the vibe if so that's cool you ain't got to date me we can be f-" you grab her face a plant a kiss on her cheek Riri's face immediately brightens her eyes widen and and she smiles so large it's almost dumb witted. "Okay so you're interested?" You nod as your hands gently slide from her face and you smile shyly "I have a lecture to go to but maybe catch me some other time?" Riri nods and watches as you walk into the class something about that walk has her kicking her feet in her mind.

The professor looks at Riri who's just lingering outside of his classroom watching you with wondering eyes.

A/n: sorry for the lack of fics drill is honestly getting tiring today we did a lot I went in at seven and it didn't end until 4 so trust me I'm tired. Very unedited by the way posting this before I go to drill today.

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sunnyie-eve · 3 months

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5 | Family Drama

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Rude Family, Mention of rape

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Since that night I went off on my mom, which I didn't fully remember, I've been avoiding any type of conversations about that whole day. I think everyone knew it too so no one ever brought it up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask Bam hearing our mother start to scream. I see he was bashing through the side of the door to make a draw bridge. "And I still couldn't stay out late?" I mumble to myself going back upstairs.

"Anna!" I hear Ryan start to rush after me.

"Leave me alone." I groan shutting my door on him.

"I can open it still... What did you do to your wall?" He sees all the holes.

"That bat plus a not so sober me pissed off equals that." I point at the bat, me, and the wall. "And before you speak... No, I don't wanna talk about it."

"I heard everything you said. I followed you in. She really got on you for doing what we did growing up? The videos and everything?"

"Yes. She wanted me to be the clean cut one out of her kids. Wanted me to get good grades in school, go to college so I could get good paying job. Maybe find a good clean cut guy who knows what he wants to do with his life. Then my dad wanted this perfect princess daughter. When I was super young, I loved Disney princess and he said I could be just like them. I started doing chores at six years old thinking I was a princess. Then Beauty and the Beast came out when I was 12. She became my favorite and I wanted to be like her so that's when I started reading. Growing up I of course realized I wasn't some princess and if I was one I was Cinderella. So when I got to hangout with you and Bam, it felt nice just having fun. But I got chewed out because I wasn't supposed to be doing that. I was supposed to be doing girl things."

"I'm sorry I never noticed." Ryan gives me a sad pout.

"You wouldn't have known because it was always said when I was alone. Bam doesn't even know because he's not super observant. Just stay quiet about it. Please." He nods his head then leaves my room.

"We're having a big dinner. All your relatives. All of Phil's relatives." Bam tells our mom.

"You are lying. You would not invite all theses people. No you wouldn't. You wouldn't dare." She tells him.

"We want drama." He tells her and I huff eyeing him.

"Why would you want drama with your family? I'm gonna have a heart attack." She tells him so I decide to speak up.

"One, drama already happened for your don't feed Phil episode. Two, you do know everyone in our family heard about the lies Austin said right? They believed them."

"That's right Bam. I completely forgot. They're gonna bring all that crap up again." Mom tells him.

"If they do, I'll shut it down quickly." He says so I leave the room listening to them bicker.

When my mom comes into the living room she looks over at me sighing, "I'm sorry Anna. For everything. When you said I was one of the reasons you left really hurt me and made me realize I hurt you." She tears up. "I just wanted my little girl to be perfect." She wipes her tears away making me tear up.

I walk over giving her a hug, "I love you."

Bam asks me to go with him and dad to go get Mum mum so I go but when they go inside I wait in the vehicle. She was one of many family members who gave me hell for the lies I apparently did.

"I didn't hear you were back." She says as she get in.

"She got back a few months ago." Bam tells her. "Do you still not say the f word?" Bam asks her.

"No, I don't say the F word."

"What about the S word?" He asks.

"What shit?" She makes us chuckle.

"I'm gonna a tattoo that says the f-word right here." He motions to his chest.

"I'm gonna disown you." He tells him making him say you can't. "I already cut you out of my will."

"Is anybody left in your will? Jesse is right?" Dad asks her.

"No, he wasn't a virgin til he got married."

"That's impossible to do that." He tells her.

"In the olden days people did it." She says making them go off about not anymore.

"Is Anna in it still?" Dad asks making Bam say his name.

"You know she ain't after the things she did." I roll my eyes chuckling as she looks at me.

"I didn't do any of the shit." I look out the window.

"Where's your proof?" She asks making Bam say her name now.

"Proof?" I look at her. "How do I prove I was almost raped by a group of football players and that I wasn't the one who made a move on them first asking for it then decided to play a victim? I did have proof for a negative pregnancy test so the rumor about getting knocked up was proven wrong." I look over at her.

"I don't wanna argue about this right now." She looks away from me.

When we get back home I get out annoyed going straight to my mom. "Mum mum already brought it up because dad was talking about whose in her will." I tell her making her sigh.

"Hopefully no one else brings up that topic." She rubs my back.

"Hopefully no one tries talking to me." I give her a small smile.

When the whole family shows up I sit away from everyone and just read a book hoping to be left alone. When the crew got back with the food they make a big entrance with an elephant and dressed up. I watch mom freak out about the elephant trying to go in the house.

"What do you want Dunn?" I ask as he stand in front of me with an animal head on wearing wings too.

"How do you know it's me?" He asks not moving.

"Your tattoos give you away." I laugh at him so he takes his head off.

"Why you alone like you've been disowned?" He looks at everyone sitting together.

"Because I basically am. Majority of the people here believed in the lies and I don't want to talk about it with them. I already went through it with Mum mum." I close my book as he squats down in front of me holding on to my knees.

"I'll eat with you so you aren't alone. Come on, let's get food." He pulls me up dragging me over to eat. He grabs a big piece and just pulls the meat off to eat. "Open wide." He tries feeding me.

"Dunn..." I move my head away.

"Come on, you gotta eat." He smiles moving the meat towards my face again so I open my mouth and take it. "Good girl." He laughs.

"You're ridiculous." I laugh at him.

"But you love me." He smiles bigger and I stop going to get my own food then go sit alone again.

After eating I pull out my phone and listen to the voicemail I refuse to respond too. When it starts to get wild because of Vito making Mum mum fed up and leaves.

"Ryan, it smells bad." I whine as he puts the animal head on me as he sits on my lap.

"Does it? I can't tell." He takes it off of me smelling it.

"Because you stink." I laugh at him.

"I took a shower." He looks offended.

"When months ago?" I say making him hit me.

"No, fuck you."

"You love me just admit." I laugh making him put an arm around my shoulder leaning his head on me.

"You know one of the rumors was she cheated on Austin with him... Bam's best friend. I believe that look at them." I head someone from mom's side of the family say as they pass us.

"I want up." I try to get Ryan off me.

"Ignore them." He doesn't move.

"Annabelle, how was Ireland?" One of my cousins walk up to us.

"Good."

"I bet you had fun with the boys there." She giggles walking away.

"Okay, I'm done get the fuck off me." I shove Ryan off me so I could go to my room. As I pass my cousin she calls me a slut so I turn around to punch her but Ryan runs over wrapping his arms around me.

"This isn't gonna help you." He carries me into the house.

"You can put me down now." I shake my way free. "I don't care what my family thinks of me. I don't talk to anyone out side family gatherings. Never have growing up before the lies." I go up to my room hearing him following. "Ryan, just leave me alone. Go enjoy things."

"I will by watching Grease with you. It's one of your favorites. Then once it's over we can watch Cry Baby because I know Johnny Depp will make you forget them outside." He smiles taking the movie off my bookshelf putting it in.

"You hate both movies." I watch him.

"I do but I'll pretend to like them for you." He jumps onto my bed getting comfortable. I turn back to look at him laying there looking at the tv then at me, "Get comfortable." He pats the spot next to him so I lay back turning my head to face him. He turns his to look at me giving me a big smile.

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gunsli-01 · 11 months

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Hello! A while back you mentioned as part of another thread that you believed the shots of the prisoners we see in Undercover show us the "catalyst" to what led each character to commit murder, while also mentioning how mahiru's was hard to figure out because of her seemingly being with her boyfriend. I've been thinking about this recently and how she could fit with the others and i realized, what if her victim is someone else?

Like maybe her supposed boyfriend really commited suicide, but that's not her murder but rather the incident that led her to commit murder. It would also explain kazui's shot since he also seems to be holding someone else. Maybe his wife really is dead just not because of him. These two shots are also that last two we see during that sequence maybe as a way to point to this similarity between them.

Kinda similar to how yuno's abortion and the girl who died in backdraft are not yuno and fuuta's actual murders.

Though i know that (at least so far) there's not that much evidence to this being the case with mahiru since there's no other person depicted in her video unlike with kazui. This could change once I Love You comes out but i am aware that there's still plenty of things this doesn't explain, as is the case with most theories, but i still thought it was an interesting thing to point out!

Oh, gosh! I never really analyzed Kazui or Mahiru's still shots from Undercover under that framing. Even though I said it I was more interested in other prisoners at the time and hadn't even thought of what that would mean for them.

You did point out a new and interesting way to look at Kazui and Mahiru's cases so thank you for that. Mostly though this is a great opportunity for me to go over this idea again in more depth. So, with that and my apologies for how long this will be let's jump into this!

I do believe everyone else's frames from Undercover occur before their murder meaning it's highly likely that theirs did as well.

Since we're retreading that I'll explain it again. Also, because the thread you're referring to is incredibly long.

Firstly, why did I believe this was the case then? Do I still believe it to be the case now? Is there more evidence for it being the case than I previously discovered?

Let's go over some prisoners to find out.

Sakurai, Haruka

In Undercover we see Haruka sitting on what can be believed to be his bed next to his plush rabbit, building blocks, and a drawing he made on the floor. The drawing appears in Weakness right before any allusion to murder is made.

We also see a scene of him waking up in what can be believed to be this same bed next to a worn-down version of the plush rabbit we see within Undercover. This scene is accompanied by the lines,

"I was wrong. Yes, it was me."

A line that hints at the possibility that this scene of him waking up occurred after the murder. Something also illustrated by the nature of this plush toy within this scene in comparison to how we see it in Undercover.

By combining his still image from undercover with the information given to us by him in Weakness, All-knowing All-agony, along with the other information we receive through Milgram we can create a rough timeline of events.

We are told during his first written interrogation that Haruka's family structure is,

Q.07 Tell us your family structure.

Haruka: My father and my mother and me.

This makes it likely that at the point he was taken by Milgram he was still living under the care of both of his parents. We already know that he killed his younger sister. So, she would no longer be a part of the family structure as it is today.

This does tell us that for one reason or another after killing their other child they didn't disown or disavow him. The idea of this is something that's touched on later in All-knowing All-Agony.

Haruka still living with or being supported by his parents is a conclusion that can also be drawn when you compare his answer to this to how the other prisoners answers.

Yuno: Grandpa, grandma, mum, me, younger brother←Yura.

Q.08 Tell us your family structure.

Futa: Father and older sister.

Despite us knowing Futa has a mother he doesn't mention her because she is estranged from his family. As such she is not a direct member of his household or family structure. He also doesn't mention himself because that's obvious it's his family, of course he's in it.

Mu: Papa, Mama and Mu.

Haruka and Mu both mention themselves within their family structure making it clear that they may feel unsteady within those relationships. Having to assert oh yeah and me I guess I'm apart of this as well.

Q.01 Tell us your family structure.

Mikoto: My mother, me, and my younger sister. My sister’s a blossoming high school student.

Mikoto mentions himself as well within his family structure. However, while this could display discomfort or uncertainty with these ties similarly to Haruka and Mu. It could very easily be him going well I don't live with them, but I have a mother and a younger sister or denoting a sense of responsibility and care towards his family despite no longer living with them.

Unlike Mu and Haruka who mention themselves last giving the impression of them being dependent on their parents.

This is something that Yuno and Mikoto share. Despite them both being more than capable of living on their own they both show a great deal of concern and attentiveness towards their younger siblings and have a sense of familial responsibility.

On top of that they're both rather community-oriented individuals. Usually paying close attention to the atmosphere they're in and liking to keep it light and amicable.

Yuno shows us this through giving answer like,

Q.19 Who do you want to see right now?

Yuno: Hmm. My family, I guess.

Though she takes a bit to figure it out and words it in a way that can sound flippant during her time in Milgram we see Yuno partake in several activities that she used to do to entertain her younger brother. First to impress Amane in the portal timeline though she gets a more lukewarm reaction than she was expecting. Then we see her do similar tricks around Kazui and with Futa nearby who are both incredibly impressed.

She probably even requested the items necessary to perform these feats because she very much misses her family. Pus, Milgram probably didn't just have these things lying around... Unless...well Jackalope can hold a frying pan so-nah it's probably not that. She more than likely ordered them.

Q.07 You just got given one million yen and need to use it up as quickly as possible, what will you do?

Yuno: I’ll go out for a really nice meal together with my family. The rest I’ll give to my friends.

Friends are a form of found family and Yuno mentions hers often. The fact that she's willing to split the rest of a million yen amongst them after treating her family to a really nice meal shows an amount of affection for them as well as her faith in her own work ethic. Something that tracks as Yuno has presented herself to be the sort that doesn't like pity or handouts. In fact, both seem to really piss her off.

Q.15 If you could have one wish granted, what would it be?

Yuno: I don’t really have anything. I’m fine as long as my friends and family are happy.

Leaning more into her friends being an extension of her family she puts their happiness alongside her literal families.

While Mikoto displays this habit through answers like,

Q.09 Why do you give everyone nicknames?

Mikoto: I guess it became a habit when I was at university. Having a nickname for someone that only you call them comes with a lot of advantages, do recommend.

This is not only a good way to bypass remembering names if you're bad at it but also can make individuals feel special. A lot of people lament never really being given a nickname by anyone before. So, it's a fun way of bridging social gaps and making people feel seen though it can backfire at times.

So, it's best to only to do this sort of thing with the right sort of people or people you've known for a bit. Ultimately though the benefits outweigh its shortcomings. Much easier to get away with inside a school setting.

Q.11 Are you the sort of person who considers others a lot?

Mikoto: Yeah, I do. I’m a working adult, after all. Proper communication makes work a lot easier.

Literally conflated being conscious/considerate of those around him as proper communication.

Q.16 What’s your relationship like with your parents?

Mikoto: My parents are divorced. I get along well with my mother though, she’s the one who raised me. I don’t want to make her worry.

Sorry, let's get back on topic.

We see that Mikoto lives alone in MeMe. He also goes into detail about his younger sister alluding to the idea of him being a bit of a dotting older brother. Then as we see up there, he later goes into detail about not wanting to worry his mother which tells us that being dotting worrywarts might just be a family thing.

Q.09 Tell us your family structure.

Kazui: It’s only me now.

Kazui blatantly states it's only him now without giving any detail on what it used to be. Once again cementing that these are their current family structures not their past ones.

Amane: It was my father, my mother and me.

Amane does the opposite of Kazui's strategy detailing her past living arrangements instead of telling us what they are now.

We see that her family grows after her father went on his "trip" through her first mv Magic through Amane being labeled as an older sister in the credits.

Along with the individuals in her mv being given introduction cards as well as roles,

Sadly, I'm not advanced enough at Japanese to read this and all I really remember is that Yuri is labeled as an older brother within this. So, it'd be great if someone more well versed in the language than me could translate this.

However, Amane's translated lyrics allude to these people being her family or immediate caretakers as well with lines like-

"I won’t say “I’ve had enough”. Will you laugh with me and forgive me? I promise! I can only become a better girl! Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl. I hope, I hope everyone can be happy and smile. Forever, forever together would be a dream."/ "I won’t say “I’ve had enough” Will you laugh with me and forgive me? I take an oath! I can only become a better girl!"

Everyone in Milgram that has gotten this question and answered it properly displays their family structures in a seniority-based way. This is implied more by how Yuno and Mikoto answer. Putting themselves before both of their younger siblings.

Basically, those who answer all go youngest to oldest except for possibly Haruka's, Mu's, and Amane's which could mention the head of the household first.

It should be taken into consideration that the fathers of Yuno and Mikoto aren't active participants in their life or family structure. They are estranged like Futa's mom.

Haruka and Yuno are asked this question as well during their first written interrogation-

Q.05 What is your father like?

Haruka: I made him disappointed.

Yuno: He’s not been around for as long as I can remember so I don’t know!

We see drawings of what we can interpret to be Haruka's father within Weakness.

We also see Haruka mirroring his father's cold expression at his younger self before shoving him. Chances are that some of Haruka's lines in All-knowing All-agony are referencing his father's treatment of him that was alluded to in Weakness-

"It’s fine, it’s all my fault, right? It’s enough, I am a “disappointment”."/ "You never called me by my name. Instead, you kept calling me “hopeless”. You were always comparing me to someone else. You were always generous, except towards me."

Haruka tells us in his second written interrogation,

Q.08 Do you have any memories of fun times in your childhood?

Haruka: I had fun when I was little. My mother was kind to me then.

So, we know for certain that those lines in All-Knowing All-Agony aren't referring to his mother but his father. The person from the beginning Haruka said was disappointed in him.

The person he only mentions within these answers,

Q.07 Tell us your family structure.

Haruka: My father and my mother and me.

Q.09 What do you think of your family?

Haruka: I like them.

Written Interrogation 2

Q.05 What is your father like?

Haruka: I made him disappointed.

Q.04 What’s the origin of your name?

Haruka: Apparently my parents wanted a girl. It was decided on long before I was born.

From taking Haruka's statements on his father and comparing them to his mother during the written interrogation we can gather that his dad was the one who found him lacking from the start.

Making Haruka's father the one these lines in Weakness are referring to,

"If I tried and couldn’t say it- You would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”. If only I could do what anyone else could do."

"It’s fine, it’s all my fault, right? It’s enough, I am a “disappointment”."

"You praised me by saying “You’re crazy.” Thank you, I’ll do my best. How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human?"

While these lines,

"Tell me, why are you drifting away from me? Tell me, why do you say it’s my fault? The word I tried to say was “You’re unfair”, and those words thought how pitiful I am."

"Why is it breaking? Tell me why? Please don’t change."

Refer to his mother. The person who he states used to be kind to him but changed for some yet to be specified reason. Though it's probably because he killed his sister her daughter. Something alluded to through these answers in his first written interrogation,

Q.17 Do you have anything you regret?

Haruka: I do.

Q.18 What scares you most?

Haruka: Betraying people.

Along with the lyrics within Weakness,

"I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling- I was in denial, I was in denial."- "I was wrong. Yes, it was me."

Giving us a lot to work with to speculate a rough timeline of events. Haruka started out mostly viewed with contempt by his father who viewed him as being a disappointment in every way. His parents wanted their first child to be a daughter instead they had a son. Giving real meaning to the line,

"My life started in a wrong spot."

Not only that, it is implied that Haruka has difficulties when it comes to developing communication skills needing more attention when it comes to developing them. Something that isn't implied to be an issue with his younger sister.

The person his father was comparing him to leading to the highlighted line in All-knowing All-agony,

"Can I be your favorite this time?”

*Sidenote- This is possibly why Haruka emphasizes the warden not being his mom because he's placed Es and the guards in a father role. Something alluded to through the highlighted lyric being this line.

Along with the follow up to this line,

"You praised me by saying “You’re crazy.” Thank you, I’ll do my best. How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human?" - "Don’t wipe me out, don’t wipe me out- I just want to be your good boy. I will keep on killing to be a good boy."

Chances are Haruka reached a certain age his father and mother tried for another kid. Then successfully had a daughter that his father favored more than him. Something once again implied through All-knowing All-Agony.

Specifically, through this line,

"You were always generous, except towards me."

We are shown that Haruka's mom has a lot of jewelry, they have a particularly big home, and throughout Weakness and All-Knowing All-Agony we see they have various pets. Chances are the one paying for all these things was Haruka's father. He bought things for the family and probably his daughter but didn't really find it necessary or worthwhile to treat Haruka to the same generosity.

Because, well he didn't like him from the start. Hell, I don't know why his father didn't like him but I do know he didn't like him before the murders occurred because that's what Haruka's words imply. I don't have an excuse for the guy it just seems to be what the information given to us is pointing towards. Dude just said fuck this kid it's not the daughter I wanted then got a daughter and was like finally a child I can love as Haruka was just there like, "Um, hey?!"

This is something that all parents can do regardless of if they're blood related or not so I don't want to make assumptions. However, given how Haruka answers the name question I think it's safe to say this is his biological dad. He literally says his parents decided on his name long before he was born.

His father just didn't want a son and yeah parents play favorites all the time. So, it wouldn't be surprising to me if he dotted on and spoiled his daughter and wife more than the son he makes abundantly clear to everyone in the room including said son he didn't want and calls a disappointment and loser frequently enough for it to be mentioned in two songs.

"I wasn’t wrong, I wasn’t wrong! Please don’t say that I am a loser!"

While Haruka's mother on the other hand wasn't as overt about her disappointment but also made it clear to Haruka that they were expecting and hoping for a girl. She didn't lie about where his name came from if he asked probably but she wasn't like ahn fuck this kid. To Haruka's own admission she was nice to him when he was younger.

Plus, he shows her being so in Weakness and laments her changing as he grew up. His focus on being in denial when it came to him wanting to be a pitied and loved weakling highlighting how as he got older, she pulled away. Not necessarily because she believed he needed less help but more than likely a mix of things including having another child to take care of, pets, and being what appears to be the main homemaker of the household.

At one point Haruka began acting out in order to garner attention from both of his parents. It can be speculated from the things we hear in Weakness that could be contributed to his father that bad behavior is usually what got his father's attention leading to him be reprimanded by him.

On the other hand, Haruka's relationship with his mother is more complicated. Leading into his focus on wanting to be a pitied and loved weakling. Since she was kinder to him when he was younger and couldn't do much on his own, he internalized the idea of weakness equating to getting attention.

It's possible that while growing up both of these attention seeking behaviors melded together distorting into the patterns he has now. Where he will do something usually jarring and violent to elicit a reaction out of those he's seeking attention from. Whether the response he gets is negative or positive doesn't matter as long as the response exists.

Ultimately before anything had occurred it's possible that general life circumstances led Haruka to feel as though him and his mother were growing apart,

"Tell me, why are you drifting away from me? Tell me, why do you say it’s my fault?"

Then his behavior in response to feeling that way only exacerbated the issue. Possibly putting a strain on their relationship that couldn't be fixed easily.

Because that's bound to happen when your kid is stealing your jewelry, destroying entire rooms of your home, killing your pets, and lastly killing your second child.

"Even if I keep trying it, it’s broken right away. The things that aren’t here, and the unneeded things- Is it still living somewhere?"

A lyric that is a very direct callback to one earlier in the song,

"I am always repeating yesterday, though it’s important to know when to give up."

Ultimately everything that occurred led to Haruka's mother pretty much going damn your father might've been right. This is why in his first song Haruka is like I was denial about myself but after being voted innocent he's pretty much goes huh, I wasn't wrong then like I thought.

This way of thinking is alluded to in his first voice line trailer quote,

"Then what should I have done instead?! Tell me! Tell me, so even I can understand!"

Something Milgram answered by going nope that was totally the right call sorry you went through that. Then immediately reneged a trial later like actually-

Making his fit somewhat too well into the idea of the images within Undercover being the catalyst for the events that occurred and not the events themselves.

Kashiki, Yuno

Luckily, we covered a bit about Yuno while discussing Haruka. Plus, she's the simplest to explain when it comes to this possible framing of events. Simply put since the second trial a lot of people are in my belief wrongfully assuming Yuno's murder was abortion. Because Es for as good as they claim to want to be at their job is really bad at their job.

Anyway, the image of Yuno in Undercover has nothing to do with the crime she is allegedly within Milgram for. Unless one believes she's throwing a baby over the railing of these steps, but I highly doubt that's the case. Chances are as brought up here Yuno is more than likely making a call to who she believes to be the father of the child. We hear snippets of this call throughout Umbilical-

"What do you want to do? Please tell me."- "I messed up-I found out."- "Are we over? Please don’t answer- What do you want to do? Please tell me."

Pregnancy symptoms are alluded to throughout both of Yuno's songs. Through lyrics such as,

"I feel a little weird, I’m still not used to feeling this way. I can’t get you out of my head. It’s a secret, ok?"- "Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside."

The very first line of her first song hints to the fact that she knew she was pregnant from the beginning and was keeping it a secret from the father. Something that is alluded to again in the same song,

"Just the two of us I finally found it. The lies are endless."

Throughout the song we see Yuno repeatedly blowing up this balloon while it develops throughout the video.

And as we're shown her blowing up this balloon after the previous imagery she interjects asking,

"Am I a bad girl?" before saying, "Please, don't answer."

Then asks what the other persons wants to do and prompts them to answer.

This all alludes to the idea that Yuno in fact planned to get pregnant. Something she hints at during her second trial interrogation through saying,

"The result of doing a lot of sugar-babying: .... abortion. That's probably my murder. Well, please go ahead and bask in the truth you've been looking for so badly. How is it? Satisfied? Then, can we finish this up already?"

"You're not that surprised, huh? As I thought, you gathered at least that much from the song you extracted last time."

"Well, yes. As one possibility, I thought it was likely."

"I'm sure. Well, I had this inkling of a sensation that was how it was. I could feel it." - "I can hear throughout Milgram- Everybody else probably can too. These voices peeking, digging around, talking about my sins."

Tear Drop- "So nauseating...so creepy...will you please disappear? “Phew. Anyway!”."

Yuno blatantly admits to hearing what the audience has been saying regarding her case over the course of the intermission and that all the prisoners have been hearing it. Meaning they have all had time to build the appropriate response to the fans many assumptions and work them further in their favor or out of it depending on the verdict they want.

This is why It's Not My Fault was as panicked as it was because Mu heard the very active and consistent back and forth between viewers about her actions. Along with probably seeing holes poked into her story in real time as people went back over information during the wait for trial two to start. Giving her more reason to share her worries with Haruka about remaining Innocent especially after the Guilty prisoners were jumped by Kotoko.

Yuno so flippantly mentions her abortion because she's already aware people think that's what her murder was. However, even then she doesn't even fully commit to the idea saying, "That's probably my murder." despite alluding to it being the case within her first voice drama, "Well that thing I was doing which seemingly could be called "murder" - would be my first guess."

Because it's quite simply the easiest conclusion to draw her video is named Umbilical, she knows this the title and her name is stamped all over it. She refers to herself as the composer in her second voice drama,

"We verified the answers regarding what I did, right? So, what else is there? Reason, motive, the feelings of the composer- How about you just consider them to your liking?"

Yuno is very aware of what's going on and how people are interpreting her.

"I'm not pitiable. My family gets along super well. I'm also not particularly struggling for money. I decided to do the things I did of my own free will because they were what I felt were necessary for me."

"Well, even if I was scorned by you; I would have been okay with being told I wasn't forgiven. I don't believe I'm not in the wrong. So, I'd have accepted it. Despite that you arbitrarily assumed things about me and sympathized with the idea of me you had. Even though all I did was make a rational decision of my own free will."

"I'm sorry but that's the sort of thing Milgram is."

"Then, I hate Milgram."

She's aware of her own feelings regarding what she chose to do and doesn't care about the morals or ethics attached to what she did.

"Ah... I don't have much interest in things like ethics and morals. Doesn't that sort of stuff not make your stomach plump?"- "No, but seriously I do think so... There are a lot of people who waste their lives going, "I must uphold these ethical and moral standards" only to end up constrained and miserable. People like that should just live in a more easygoing way."-

"Yes, yes- Of course, I think criminal offenses fundamentally aren't good. Yet, immoral acts that don't cause anyone misfortune do exist, right? Ya know, like being a sugar-baby; That sort of thing tends to be viewed as ethically wrong, so I hid it but... Can someone really be troubled by another person doing that? It's a win-win sort of thing, isn't it?"

"It's as I said before, I have no intent to pursue the rights and wrongs of your acts outside of murder. However, the reality is that this is connected to your murder."

"Hm... that's true. I have no intent to say that abortion isn't murder. I'm a respectable murderer."- "It's not like I'm trying to win some debate. I'm just saying what I think."

Prisoners can lie during their interrogations. Milgram spends the entirety of the first trial reiterating this repeatedly. Yuno knows how sensationalized things can get and the sort of response saying such a thing could elicit.

Yuno tells us this during her first written interrogation,

Q.10 Can you speak any languages other than Japanese?

Haruka: That’s impossible.

Yuno: “I can’t speak English!”

Her answer is written in English though and she very specifically says she can't speak it. Meaning she is possibly fully capable of reading it or understanding people who speak it to her. She's just not capable of speaking it back. This answer show's us she can write in English most would assume okay well maybe she only knows how to write that and nothing else just as a precaution. However, if that isn't the case that would mean Yuno not only understands the Japanese speaking viewers but the English-speaking ones as well.

Couple this with how she highlighted the way certain topics are sensationalized by the news outlets in her first interrogation- Well, she would probably be aware abortion is one of those sensationalized topics. It's not like that's a big secret that's only limited to the states. If she kept the sugar-baby thing a secret because of how it's viewed why would she so blatantly put the topic of abortion on full display from the beginning?

More than likely because she believed it would be the easiest way to secure the verdict she wanted while compromising herself the least. Instead, the response to her behavior only made her annoyed because instead of it being about her choice it was framed as a look at how pitiful this girl is.

And the one thing she hates,

Q.16 Do you have anyone you hate?

Haruka: I don’t have the right to do that.

Yuno: People who like to lecture you.

Yuno's is the most difficult to figure out a timeline of because we're not shown many moments of her actual life during her mvs. However, it's implied that she was pregnant throughout her first mv and second. From the lyrics and imagery within both. We see her going through what could be symptoms of pregnancy during Tear Drop.

Plus, if the balloon is meant to represent her pregnancy, then Milgram expressly shows it developing over the course of Umbilical. Starting out empty going to partially full then being popped. Since there is a heart within the balloon shown during Umbilical that means she was at least three to four weeks pregnant at the time. In Japan you can have an abortion up to 22 weeks after one's last menstrual cycle. So, still within her legal rights to get this thing out of her, it is still not murder as she goes over in her voice drama.

However, if she knew from the beginning of Umbilical as it can imply why wait at all. Even during the part she's singing I messed up I found out she's chuckling in the background. Doesn't help that right before that part she goes the lies are endless.

Yuno's strange circumstances lend themself well to the catalyst idea because we know for certain whatever she did could not have happened on these stairs in broad daylight. Unless she's taking abortion medication in which case it could have but that's stretching it even by my standards. It seems more likely she was calling someone and there are more allusions to that being the case than anything else.

Given the idea that the pregnancy was already going on throughout Umbilical and Tear Drop there is a chance that whatever Yuno did that could count as murder outside of her abortion happened after it.

Making this conversation on the steps about what to do regarding her pregnancy and the asking of "Are we over? Please, don’t answer." the catalyst for what may have occurred after the abortion. Something that could tie into Yuno asking if she's dead at the end of her second trial interrogation.

Kajiyama, Futa

Look it's getting long so I'm gonna speed run. Is what I would say if that wasn't unfair to everyone else outside of the first two- Let's do this "Justice assemble! Till the end!" as he says.

Now, while many people could go- Futa is shouting his victim to death this is clearly a creative illustration of the amount of harassment he sent this person's way slowly but surely weighing them down into taking their own life. This is also supported by the lyric,

"We will expose you all by whipping you with words until you are bruised. You won’t stop regretting!"

Shedding a light on how toxic this sort of mentality can be and how it ends up creating more victims than it protects.

Blah, blah, blah that's boring I want him to kill a man- You're dealing with the person that went man wouldn't it be sick if after all this we find out Futa the "known coward" set a building on fire with people in it. He can't directly confront people and all the fire imagery certainly isn't helping his case-

People can be like that's not morally ambiguous no one would vote him innocent if he did that. Well, lol I know one person who would every day of the fucking week. I told this to a friend who went "If he burned down a building it's the building's fault and their residents for not keeping it up to code. They should have had fire alarms and extinguishers at a point this is on the building owner."

So, it's just the right amount of ambiguous mixed with could you really fucking let it go be like ahn fine it's okay I guess. Look I had to deal with hearing that Kotoko's murder could be an accident if she just beat the man within an inch of his life and he died later at the hospital.

At this point I could rightfully go, "Tch...well we can't blame Futa at a point it's the elements fault. I mean maybe he just meant to scare them. He didn't know the fire would spread that fast come on his second song is called Backdraft." I've just accepted I don't need to be reasonable here sometimes I can just have fun. However, all of these are equally valid points except for mine which we have established is just for fun.

There is a precedent for it given one of the murderers Yamanaka wrote in the past did the exact thing I described because he was too afraid to kill one guy face to face- So, instead was like the fire will sort this I'll just commit arson it's simple and from a distance. It's in gods hands now, lol.

However, once again this doesn't even hold a candle to the truth here. Let me spin you a tale but first let me ask you some questions,

How do we know Futa is a coward? Because he says so? But he also says this-

20/06/23

Futa: Old man, don’t just laze around so carefree like that. Haven’t you thought about how to break out from here? With your physique, you can probably take out the guard and escape, right?

Kazui: Ahh…… Ok, let’s put it this way. You got caught up in a bank robbery, and the culprit has blocked off the police. From a glance, they look pretty weak, and don’t seem to be holding any weapons. Would you try to arrest them yourself?

Futa: ……if it looked like I’d be able to, then I would. You said they’re weak and don’t have any weapons, right? Everyone else in the building’s life is on the line. Those who can fight should fight.

Kazui: Haha, I wouldn’t recommend that. Even if they look weak, they might actually be a lot stronger. They might have an accomplice hiding somewhere. And they might not look like they have a weapon but could easily be hiding a gun. ……you shouldn’t act until you have absolute confidence in your assessment. So, for now I’m going to sit back and assess the situation. And on that note, I’m off for a smoke~

Futa isn't a coward in the sense people conflated him to be. He's more than willing to act brashly and on truly little information if he believes it's for the right reasons. If he has a cause to fight for he'll get his ass moving and do just that. This is why in his second voice drama he's quick to assume Kotoko is being used by Es because this habit of his has gotten him used before.

Then what cowardice is being referred to when it comes to Futa.

It's the cowardice of self-reflection. He's a coward because he doesn't want to face the outcome of his own choices and reflect on his actions. He'd rather simply state he was on the side of Justice and not examine it any further than that. In the same vein he doesn't want other's question his behaviors either because then he'd be forced to interrogate them himself.

This is something illustrated with how he answers questions regarding his life and future.

Trial 1

Q.15 What do you want to become in the future?

Futa: In the modern era, whatever I do is useless anyway- I’m just going along with the flow.

Mu: I’m going to think about it after I go to university.

Trial 2

Q.15 What's your dream for the future?

Futa: I'm not a little kid! I don't have stuff like dreams. Trying hard is useless in today's society.

He shifts the blame to the state of society now a days to avoid reflecting on his own undetermined nature. Probably thinking it's easier to not try than to put in the effort and end up being disappointed. Instead of reflecting on his self- he's quick to look for outward excuses for his lack of motivation and general disinterest.

Being voted Guilty in the first round of Milgram forced him to change this aspect of himself. Because literally he had no choice but to, he was bombarded with other people's opinions on his actions twenty-four seven which forced him to reflect on if what he did was bad to him or not. Something we've yet to see the conclusion to.

This is alluded to within Undercover through the lyric,

"“UNDER” Hiding and seeking from sin. Bring it, submit, and also shut your trap!" /"“UNDER” I am playing hide and seek from the sin I committed. You should all give up and shut up."

The lyric change better highlights Futa's mentality of wanting to do these things for fun but not wishing to be held accountable for them. Through highlighting he's not only hiding from his sin but seeking out the sins of others.

This is shown within his first character trailer distorted voice line,

"Everyone else was having fun, weren't they? What about them? Why is it just me?"

Futa covering Salamander during his second trial is really fitting. As he sheds off the resent filled cover of Mozaik Role to highlight his more pleasure-seeking personality. Still chasing that high having some form of power gave him and clearly trying to get that power back again.

"Hot is good; don't you think so? Is it a big deal? Hey, isn't the word "but" not not good? Want to hear the word "more"- It's heating up inside my head!"

Mixed with his voice drama where he compares the voice of the audience to himself and contrasting it to Backdraft you get a good mix of the sort of person Futa has become through his guilty verdict.

"I’m sick of this! If you sin, you need to do more than atone. It’s karma dude!"/ "You apologize if you do something wrong, you learn that even before words, don’t you? All evil hypocrites should disappear I won’t stop until you say “sorry”."

"Is it all ok if I offer penance? No helping it, out of the question."/ "With just one mistake and I’m out of chances- Bless me, please, with one more chance. It’s not even my fault, not even slightly."

"You already knew, the whole time. You can’t escape, how do you like the taste of punishment? Bring it on! Those who believe in justice assemble! You gotta be kidding! I’m the real hero!"

"Why are the others INNOCENT? I won’t forgive, won’t forgive. This prison hosts ears and lethal eyes, I’m sick of it! You and you, throwing around rules for fun, hoisting up morality and feeling good! Should I succumb, make your wish come true? Full of yourselves, are you?"

"You already noticed right? What you gonna do? Bring it on! Those who believe in justice assemble! You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!"-

"Pick up your mouth-piece grind your teeth and strike a pose!"

"Just like O2, burn yourselves into oblivion- Burn, burn! Open this door and check if you want to; I’ll deign to hear your last words if you want, a vanishing FIRE!"

He's still grinding his teeth and striking a pose yet this time instead of looking down he's facing things head on.

"Can’t help but laugh, can’t help but laugh- Don’t get cocky, you in that cypher!"- "Bust out, explode that counter uppercut! Tolerate, impress those spectators." - "Holler-holler from safety, so worthless- The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

A back and forth between showing remorse and indignation at being judged by people he knows for a fact would do the same thing he did. Because they're doing it to him right now. The refusal to apologize to the audience but honest onus and display of remorse through the line-

"Tears aren’t enough, no way no how it’s going to end It’s so hot, so hard to breath, there’s no solace for my heart."

The very tangible feeling of getting remorse coupled with that feeling of but admitting my faults to you that won't change a thing that won't bring anyone back so why should I do such a thing just to make you feel good? Like,hell-

"Should I succumb, make your wish come true? Full of yourselves, are you?"

Showing that while Futa has grown from his verdict to an extent finding himself and his own values. That doesn't mean he's willing to repent to us a bunch of uninvolved spectators.

The timeline of events for Futa is rather simple; we see throughout Bring It On that the incident with the hat girl triggered something. It's framed as causing a falling out between him and his party leaving him on his own. Something visually represented through his team disappearing at the end of Bring It On.

Futa points out the fact that he's wrongfully being punished for the actions of many from the beginning of Milgram. However, as we know from the light novel despite it not being written by Yamanaka and it being its own spin on the concept that no one is brought to Milgram for actions done by a group.

Each of the characters within the Milgram Light Novel are brought into Milgram for their own individual actions or lack thereof including the guard.

Torch- Stood holding the door instead of allowing help to get to the roof top leading to a classmate's death.

Close- Decided to withhold pertinent information that could have allowed the situation to resolve earlier for her own personal gain. After the fact revealed said pertinent information leading to another avoidable death. Ultimately leading to the deaths of multiple people.

Two-sides- Directly incited the incident that led to all these events occurring and then upon seeing things not go how he wanted doubled down instead of just stopping.

Nervous- Literally stabbed and killed someone. Very purposely even if it was a result of the incidents that had taken place.

Gentle- Stabbed a man except it should be noted the person he stabbed was implied to be a notorious serial-killer that was attempting to kill another woman.

Es- Despite knowing who was causing the incident and about multiple other issues within the story, she decided to remain as uninvolved as possible in what is later heavily implied an attempt to preserve not only her peace of mind but her own self-image. As she is the one to ask Torch to not open the door leading to her own death because she didn't want anyone taking pictures of her in that state.

Note how none of these actions are in no way tied to a group. Throughout the light novel we see that the entire class was involved in the harassment of this student to various degrees. However, these several are in Milgram because unlike those around them who were reacting, they made the choice to behave in this manner. At no point were any of their hands forced.

Yuno's second voice drama specifically harps on this idea of personal choice as well. So, it's not out of left field or anything.

So, taking into consideration all that why would Futa's murder be a group activity? That he himself implied from the beginning wasn't even done of his own accord. It's not- That hat girl situation is just a smokescreen a vanishing fire to cover up and justify what he really did.

I recently interrogated why Mahiru would only show us her alleged boyfriend on day 14- Now, let's interrogate why Futa would highlight something he to his own admission didn't do. Because in his mind that incident justifies what he did do. Futa comes into Milgram with the attitude that it's important for adults and those who are strong to protect those younger and weaker than they are.

His entire first song is about stopping once someone apologizes. Yet, for some reason he flippantly goes oh thanks for the late excuses when this person attempts to explain what happened. Even if it's clearly not the truth of the situation for multiple reasons and it's not an apology why would Futa jump from that to doxing her?

It's not the mentality he pushes throughout the lyrics of Bring It On-

"I won’t stop until you say “sorry”."-"Found one…! Countdown till I make you say sorry."

Easy he wouldn't- Futa's murder isn't the hat girl incident it's the result of running into an incident that made him realize an apology simply wasn't enough-

"You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero- Fuck it! Don’t you think so? You won’t be forgiven, a coward, never!"- "Tears aren’t enough, no way no how it’s going to end It’s so hot, so hard to breath, there’s no solace for my heart."

Meaning the coward being referred to by him in Bring It On isn't himself as people initially interpreted but the person who didn't even have the courage to behave in this way under their own fucking name. Whoever Futa knew was responsible for this incident is someone he'd never accept an apology from.

Instead, he did what was illustrated in Backdraft and went the eye for an eye route-

People seem to forget that Milgram isn't just about ethics and morality- because people tend to fail to recognize adhering to such things is a personal choice to begin with. Instead, most mistakenly assume that it's the right thing to do, anyone should behave with those things in mind; it's a good person's duty to do so.

One should try their best to not hurt others and if they do mistakenly or purposely always take onus of their mistakes apologize and try to do better in the future. I mean apologizing is one of the first things you learn how to do in life.

This mentality is remarkably similar to Futa's before the incident. Yet, how do you think someone like that responds when that good mannered nature and naive way of thinking is manipulated not only to be weaponized against them but doing irreversible harm to someone else in the process.

It's enough to make a person go well fuck it you brought it to this level you can fucking die on it. Weird hill to die on but at least they're dead. This is why Futa while repentant, is comfortable judging the outcomes our actions led to and not forgiving those.

"I’m in the same boat as you, and yet– and yet— You didn’t forgive me, did you!? What did I do? All I did was say that what’s wrong is wrong! I was just going off at a bad person online! I didn’t even take it as far as to be violent towards them, unlike what you’re doing right now!"

He admits to going off at someone online- But just like Yuno when it comes to her having an abortion Futa already knows that's what the majority thinks led to his murder. Because the audience has been yelling at him for it throughout the entirety of the intermission.

It's easy for him to admit this, especially since the people judging him and others have taken what he was believed to have done further than he ever could have.

"But all I know is the outcome of them being dead! There’s no way to know whether that had anything to do with my actions, is there?!"

Futa only knows that the person he and his friends were calling out online died. He only saw the outcome. This is something we're shown through the ending of Bring It On.

During the attack on the hat girl in bring it on the hit counter distorts at 1024- even though we are visually shown that Futa has stopped attacking. This is different from the other raids he took part in where the hit counter stops at a certain point.

Ya know there's a funny thing in regard to hit counters in raids in multiplayer games. Some mmorpgs not only count individual hits but the group amount of hits as well.

This is displayed as being the case in Bring It On by Futa's hit count becoming greater as his group becomes larger.

He first starts in a pair of two then a group of nine including himself. Then he seems to remain with that group as the video progresses his level increases over the course of the video as well going from 21 to 132 by the end of the video.

However, the most interesting things in Futa's first video are the mapping in the bottom left corner, the warning that appears during the final raid, and the congratulations screen.

All these things put together give us a very clear explanation for what occurred before Futa committed murder.

MISSION COMPLETE- CONGRATULATIONS YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!!!

WARNING CONGRATULATIONS! REDACTED YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!!!

WARNING CONGRATULATIONS? REDACTED YOU BROUGHT REDACTED TO THE WORLD???

Trial Two Written Interrogation

Q.06 Do you remember the name of the person you killed?

Futa: I'm pretty sure I do. I saw it often after all.

The person whose name is redacted here- The person Futa is being warned about bringing justice to the world is more than likely the one responsible for the finishing blow to the hat girl/the doxing. The second name being redacted here for bringing something that is also redacted to the world is more than likely Futa.

These lines in Bring It On being a direct response to this warning screen-

"You already noticed right? What you gonna do? Bring it on! Those who believe in justice assemble! You gotta be kidding! I’m the real hero!"

Right before Futa's team disappeared. His team's disappearance could not only represent him being abandoned by them/these people cutting ties with him after the incident but him being kicked from the party or guild for whatever this warning was about.

Leading to this line-

"Fuck it! Don’t you think so? You won’t be forgiven, a coward, never! Let’s keep on winning till the end! Assemble! Assemble!"

As Futa literally assembles as a party of one this time to face off against the team that not only abandoned him but left him responsible for their actions-

"Applause receding far away- Me, the result of blame-shifting, no, can’t find that funny."

As we can see from the distorted map during the 1024 hit count image, as Futa is falling back another blue dot has appeared near the target. Making it appear as though he spawned in again. This is representative of someone logging into his twitter account from another location. I believe this to be the case because it isn't possible to my knowledge for two people to use the same gaming account at the same time.

This is why there's an understated feeling of cockiness in Backdraft,

"Burn, burn! Open this door and check if you want to; I’ll deign to hear your last words if you want, a vanishing FIRE!"

Because Futa succeeded in highlighting and gauging what he wished to. He deliberately brought the focus to the incident with the hat girl to test if we would react to the incident in the same way he did. After recognizing we in fact would punish someone to an extreme extent over that sort of incident, he became more comfortable in blatantly displaying himself as a victim in the situation as well-

"Flames closing in, are both sides losers? Flames closing in, can’t douse this FIRE!"

Instead of understating it through visuals and considerably vaguer lyrics as he did in Bring It On,

"You already knew, the whole time. You can’t escape, how do you like the taste of punishment?"

He literally tanked the hit just to win the game and everybody fell for it. Which is the funniest shit.

Star said, "I guess you could call this a pyrrhic victory." something that really calls back to his line of-

"You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero."

"A false accusation full of mistakes- You would probably smile and be pleased."- "Even with accusations full of faults and mistakes- You will for sure, with a smile for sure be pleased and satisfied."

Futa is better at planning than people give him credit for. What now is anyone going to back out? What about those ethics and morals all of you were toting around so proudly?

"If you get off now, you're a traitor."

Jumping ship over something like this is as good as saying that girl's life didn't matter right. So,

"Just like O2, burn yourselves into oblivion."

Q.20 Do you believe what you did was justified?

Futa: In no way, and I know that. But it's not just me right, you all are doing the same.

Outside of that, we know from how we see Mu in It's Not My Fault, Haruka within All-knowing All-Agony, and Mikoto within MeMe that the positions we see the prisoners in during Undercover are really how they committed their murders.

Sidenote rip Kazui by the way- He's totally not having a good time if this is the case. This means we just may not have seen the others in those positions yet. We still can though, depending on their mindsets when the song is extracted. Just like we did with Mu and Haruka this trial.

Because ego is an incredibly fragile thing after all.

If the other's get cocky or even a little bit perturbed during their interrogation, they could easily think of themselves in a negative light landing them in the same hotseat as Haruka and Mu. This is also why Futa's first voice drama highlights the fact that we can't tell what a person is thinking based off their body language alone.

After taking all this into consideration and coupling it with the fact that Futa would have either seen a recording device within the interrogation room or known he was being recorded one could argue that he was playing up his nerves even if he was genuinely nervous on some level to make himself seem stupider, brasher, and more cowardly than he is.

Both his songs have a heavy focus on information gathering and distribution. Even when discussing the bank heist scenario with Kazui he makes sure to ask-

"You said they’re weak and don’t have any weapons, right?"

Pair that with how he answers this question-

Q.06 If you suddenly had a large amount of money, what would you use it on?

Futa: It depends on exactly how much. Be more specific with the setting.

This shows that Futa despite how he presents, is unwilling to act until he has a precise grasp of the situation but he's still willing to jump to conclusions based on the observations of others. Misconstruing Kazui's words when he says the robbers look unarmed to them being that. In a case full of uncertainty where normal logic seems to be out the window Futa continues to gather information in his own discrete way.

Because when it comes to callouts and smear campaigns the most important thing is making the one attacking you look worse than what they're making you out to be. This means getting dirt on them before they even have anything of merit on you. Something he did to resounding success even though it cost him quite a bit.

Kusunoki, Mu

Now this one I am going to shorten. I will be pulling a trial two Futa and minding my business.

Mu's murder was outside this is one of the things that remains consistent over the course of her mvs. The image highlighted within Undercover is something that takes place within the school. Not in any of the prominent locations we see over the course of her mv. We know that it's Mu herself lying on the floor between the desks because every other image within Undercover is of the prisoner.

There's also a sheet of paper in her desk with blood on it that references this line from her first trial song,

"Postmortem makeup to hide my heart, how to solve it is a secret. The stabbing of the little devil’s voice, counterattack being a suicide note."

Meaning this scene could be the counterattack and sorry spells she was referring to within her first mv.

This would make Mu's timeline a possible victim to bully transformation. She states she was picked on because of her looks before and we see instances of someone we know is her being bullied. The only thing we have that is contrary to this framing is Mu's own words in It's Not My Fault,

"I told you I’m queen, and it’s always the same."

Except, well- she's sort of a known liar. So, this could very well be a lie. This is more than likely why the song focuses heavily on individuals who want to betray her out of jealousy. If she took her spot from someone else, she'd probably be afraid of ending up at the bottom again even more.

This is why she says this,

"Don’t hate me. Don’t even try to proof from “After Pain”."

Not just to hint at the inconsistencies within the visuals of her first song that highlight her lies but the ones that highlight the truths she didn't want anyone to know. That she was a victim and being one was so terrible for her that it made her want to die- and as a result she was willing to do anything to not be that again even if that meant making someone else a victim.

That's why from the beginning Mu's claimed what she did was self-defense because in her mind it really was a case of them or her.

Kirisaki, Shidou

Shidou was really throwing down- Not the time, I know. It's just after everyone else I'm getting kind of tired. I've been writing this answer since I received it.

I'm so tired that I'm more half in, half out of this post than Kazui is to any sort of commitment. I'm super tempted to end this at Kazui and be done then go play some video games. So, I'm probably going to do that.

Shidou's timeline of events has been mostly figured out. It seems that Shidou was apart of a household of some sort. At some point the matriarch of this household fell ill or got into an accident of some sort. It is implied that Shidou was taking the organs of what appears to be brain dead patients however they could have also been in vegetative or comatose states. He did this through convincing the family members of said patients that the patient had no chance of recovery.

He admits to this being close to the case in his second voice drama but does not commit to the idea fully. Again it should be noted that just like everyone else Shidou has been hearing the audience discuss his case over the course of the intermission and has had ample time to concoct a response. None of these things have anything to do with the way we see him in either of his shots in Undercover.

We see him pretty much gut checking Es and the image of his hands within the video seem to be from after a surgery had been performed or outside of when a surgery had taken place. As his tools are scattered across a wet table and the tray that held them is turned over.

Once again supporting the idea that the image is from before a crime had ever even taken place. Since we are artfully shown Shidou committing his crime repeatedly throughout Throw Down. Yet, in that video his tools are never shown to be in such disarray.

Shiina, Mahiru

I don't believe Kazui's frame from Undercover helps Mahiru's case in any way but we'll go into that when we get to the last man standing.

We see Mahiru in a wooded area holding someone's hand or her own. Throughout her first mv we see her in two wooded areas. The park she confessed to the person she was interested in at where we see her sitting on one of the park benches and the park that they go to the screening of the French film at.

We do not know if these places are where Mahiru committed her murder at or not. All This Is How To Be In Love With You shows us is that Mahiru saw something that she did not like when she woke up at home after cooking him that meal. However, this something is implied to be her murder but just like with Futa before her she could be focusing more on the inciting incident than what she did.

Which seems to be the case since she spends the entirety of her first trial song going over how her relationship with this person started. It is also implied through her diary entries that other people could have been involved at various points.

So, her victim could be someone outside of her boyfriend is what I would say if Mahiru didn't admit to killing him/someone she loved in her trial one interrogation-

"Very well does your homicide stim from love to?"

"..."

"I... guess it did. I think it was love."

"So, because of love you killed someone?"

"I suppose... you're right."

"I see. So, you became a murderer as a result of some relationship conflicts? Jealousy, grudges, having your partner stolen from you. Those type of stories aren't that uncommon now, are they?"

"You're wrong. It wasn't that. I... never even wanted to kill in the first place! I just... I was...just being myself." -

"It's because I've... decided that I'm going to live for the sake of love."- "Being in love is... If there was no such thing as love my life would be so bland. So, if you say that I won't be allowed to love anymore, then there's no point in me living."

"Even if you're love killed someone?"

"You're so mean, aren't you?"

“It was your love that killed someone, right? Despite that will you still try to love another person?”

“Actually, I was hoping that you could tell me the answer to that, prison guard. If what I did was unforgiveable.”- “If my love could possibly kill someone then I… shouldn’t ever love another person again, I guess. Hey, please, tell me prison guard- If I love someone, is that something unforgiveable?”

Mahiru blatantly rejects the idea that she would kill another person out of jealousy due to a grudge, or because her partner was stolen from her by someone else. Now she could be lying especially considering how she views cheating-

Q.03 Have you ever cheated on someone?

Shidou: I haven’t.

Mahiru: Of course not! How could you ever cheat on someone!? Right!?

However, pushing that to the side from the very beginning Mahiru has asserted that she views her crime as something that was done for love and out of love. To the extent that she's now willing to live her life for the sake of that love alone.

Something she believes everything can be sacrificed for.

Q.06 What is worth sacrificing for the sake of love?

Shidou: Everything.

Mahiru: Everything.

She also admits to only having one significant other and states that she would like to bring the person she loves back from the dead. If she knows it was her love that killed someone to the extent that she wants Milgram to tell her if what she did was wrong or not and worries about killing someone with her love again,

"My heart skipped a beat." - 'I... guess I love people who are so enthusiastic about their work."- "Ah, this isn't good. Be careful, okay? Um...um... If you're that kind to me, you could die as well. Just-kidding."

Then it's safe to say that the person she killed was someone she loved regardless of if it was the boyfriend or not.

For the most part when Mahiru answered,

Q.14 If there was one person you could bring back from the dead, who would you choose?

Shidou: I can’t choose.

Mahiru: The person I love.

People assumed this meant her romantic partner but as we've come to see with Shidou they could be using love as a blanket term to remain vague about their circumstances. It's pretty telling that these two are the only ones who were not asked about their family structures during the first trial. This is possibly because asking such a thing would be giving away too much too early. So, they held off on asking them that.

Yet, Milgram does show us that Mahiru does have an interest in family. She's particularly obsessed with raising a family of her own. This is why unlike Shidou who's grieving his losses Mahiru the one who has decided to live for the sake of love is already planning for what's next while seemingly looking for the best partner to take on that challenge with.

Q.07 Is there anyone you’d leave behind if you died?

Shidou: Not any more.

Mahiru: Nobody yet~

Q.17 If you had to describe yourself with an animal, what would it be?

Shidou: A ray, maybe. I don’t have any particular reason, I just like them

Mahiru: Penguin! The way they raise a child together as a couple is wonderful!

Mahiru states during trial one that there's nothing for her to do at home anyhow. Which should clock as odd to everyone given, we see that she's a college student within her mv, she claims to be getting an allowance from her family who she could visit if she wanted to, and we see her go to what she claims to be a relative's wedding.

Not even going into the hobbies she does have- college alone is something to do. So, why did she say this?

Also, there's this voice line as well,

"Don’t say you like someone so flippantly! It’ll disappear…… words like “love,” don’t use them!"

Making it possible that the person she liked more than likely found someone else and she conflated this to cheating/betrayal for some reason despite them not dating. This would make the timeline of events roughly along the lines of what we're shown in This Is How To Be In Love With You.

Mahiru falls in love at first sight with someone that goes to the same school as her after starting university. She's still getting acclimated to the new environment as she states she just moved to Tokyo. She gets situated in a flower shop job she'd had her eye on for a while and finds a hairdresser she likes.

Things are going well but she keeps seeing this guy around town. She views this as fate trying to give her a sign, but she can't find the right opportunity to talk to him. She's a bit shy hanging back trying out the bread she happened to see him buy at one of the stores to feel closer to him. Nothing to out of the norm for someone going through a crush. Just hoping maybe one day he'll come in the flower shop and buy something then they can start talking that way.

But then the best thing happens they start talking on campus casually. Her not wanting to lose this chance hastily says I'm interested in running too can we maybe do it together sometime seeing this as an opportunity to get closer or at least see each other regularly.

Again, nothing too weird but in her head, she's holding onto this idea that they're meant to be together. She' falling more and more in love everyday why this guy just may view her as a friend. She confesses and gets turned down in the park, but they remain friends because as she shows us in This Is How To Be In Love With You she doesn't take the news too hard outwardly. Who knows maybe it will happen one day maybe he just doesn't know her well enough yet.

Plus, she's so happy when around him and doesn't want to go back to how bland her life was before. There'd be nothing to do, this is much better than the other option. They keep hanging out and Mahiru is just happy to be around him regardless of the circumstances. She can even call him in the middle of night just to talk sometimes, maybe even vent some frustrations or when she feels lonely.

Of course, she feels a certain way about it, she's waking him up and she falls asleep before he does. She's worried that he'll get annoyed They know each other's schedules, they go to places together a lot he's invited her over to his place and told her where he works. They're really close friends at this point.

Of course, Mahiru would want him to accept her love after everything he's done for her-

"”UNDER” I don’t just want to give. Both giving and receiving are good things."/"“UNDER” I don’t wanna just give. Giving and taking, this is how to be in love."

Isn't it funny that this is the lyric for her in Undercover but her answer to this question is,

Q.09 What do you want from a lover?

Shidou: I want them to stay healthy.

Mahiru: For them to accept my love! That’s all I ask for!

Her undercover lyrics highlight how she just doesn't want to give but she blatantly says she just wants the love she gives to be accepted. Showing that she wants to be able to give this love above all else. Even This Is How To Be In Love With You is about her constantly giving someone else love to the point of weighing them down. So, where is the taking part?

Could the taking part be her murder? Could that be why she sings this,

"Let’s have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad."

Not because they had matching pain but because she wanted to make sure they did. It's possible that Kazui and Mahiru may have killed someone other than their alleged significant others but given the information provided to us it seems unlikely. Especially with Mahiru's voice lines.

"Don’t say you like someone so flippantly! It’ll disappear…… words like “love,” don’t use them!" "It's love. This is love!" "Ehehe...I love, love, LOVE YOU!! Don't ever let me go, ok!"

With Yuno, Futa, and Kazui we've seen other parties alluded to however with Haruka, Mu, and Mahiru we have yet to see any other people they could have possibly killed. Hell, we haven't even seen the face of Mahiru's alleged boyfriend. So as of now it's a bit difficult for me to say with certainty if she may have killed someone other than him or not.

I can only say it certainly is a possibility but for the reasons above and the ones beneath here I don't believe it's likely.

Mukuhara, Kazui

Some people say that there's a person on the ground in front of Kazui and on his lap during the Undercover image making this the scene of the murder included later on. However, there's just not enough shadow for that to be the case unless this is a child. The other shadow within the image doesn't structurally match that of a human either, appearing to be an object of some sort.

Possibly a bag or a bouquet of flowers. Meaning this is more than likely the aftermath of him being turned down by someone. Which would align with Kazui's first trial distorted voice line-

"I'm so dumb... Why did I have to dream?" and his second one as well, "Hinako, I love you more than anything." Along with this line from the second trial teaser, "Er, so…… could you listen to what I say without laughing? I……"

If one takes into consideration the voice lines could be out of order. The correct sequence of events. Confession- response to being rejected. Going something like,

"Er, so...could you listen to what I say without laughing? I... Hinako, I love you more than anything." then, "I'm so dumb...Why did I have to dream?"

This is also alluded to through the songs he covered. Coward Mont blanc a song about someone being too cowardly to tell someone else their true feelings as a result their relationship to that person has become estranged and is only hurting them and causing them to form resentments towards the other unsuspecting party,

"All these memories and you- Only if I could erase them."/ "If I can just forget about it, it will disappear; my own reflection."

"Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear."/ "Now it's just fading away, out of my sight, although I'm still sure it's still somewhere right here."

"The curse of reuniting with you puts a dagger in my heart." /"Once again, I will fall into you while thinking that it's fine for it to be true. I still hope- "Please, let it be a lie." Because the answer spat out was that I was still a coward mont blanc."

"We’ll laugh together and call each other stupid names. So many things I wish I hadn't known, I'm just a coward."/ "Please put me to sleep with my burning inner voice- It's fine for it to be true. Since I can't go back or I will get scared again."

"If I were to make sure and suffer, I would rather be by your side. Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me, is this what happiness is?"/"This mont blanc is so sweet I want to drown in its sweetness with my bare feet."

"What I gave up a long time ago, why is it questioning me now? So many things that I should now have known, I'm just a coward."/"You are inside, and the cycle goes on and on. In an effort to answer that- I will gasp."

Then Neo-Neon is literally more of the same thing-

A song seemingly about continuing to be friends with someone after not having one's feelings reciprocated because you still want them in your life.

"Going in circles, Neo-Neon- I should have said the truth if it's going to be like this." - "e.g If the person who apologizes first is the bad one. I will make myself the devil and say, "I'm sorry" a million times- If it makes you smile from the heart."

All of Kazui's songs be like man I should've sucked it up and said, "I'm sorry but I'm in love with you and I know you'll never feel the same but I can't go the rest of my life keeping this to myself." instead he decided to take a minor miscommunication and commit murder over it. That already would warrant a wow honestly sucks to be him that's rough buddy.

However, it gets worse given the picture in Undercover and his voice lines it seems Kazui did confess. This is why he appears to be on the ground dejected with some sort of gift at his side in Undercover. He was turned down this is the inciting incident that led him down this path. Certainly, other things may have occurred, but this is what he means by,

"Where did I go wrong, probably from the beginning?"

He's not referring to the start of his life but from the moment he decided to confess these feelings he had. This is what he meant by why did I have to dream? Why did he have to let himself believe there was a possibility this person would feel the same and the best he could do as an adult is take it on the chin and pretend it didn't hurt as much as it did to continue to keep this person in his life.

"If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, not even one word will get to you-"/"But I wanted to keep on shining to show you I can lie for you- "I'm sorry"."

So, once again there's just more than one way of framing this. Also, Kazui isn't helpful with this because literally if it was his wife dead in front of him during the undercover shot then where is the rest of her body.

The mass next to Kazui is just too small to actually be another adult person and if we compare it to the depiction of his murder within the same video that's immediately apparent.

Es is a teenager and we can see their legs and head extend past Kazui's frame but the adult woman's doesn't. That just doesn't make sense. Even if the victim was laying straight down their head on Kazui's lap in that image we would see more of a silhouette than what we're given here.

Also, you can see the crease of a flower petal near the edge of the object and there are petals on the ground behind him too.

It's for those reasons that I just don't see another person in his Undercover image and can't really understand how anyone else is. Star said unless this is a baby and Kazui's story is the opposite of Yuno's. However, I don't think it's that either even though it would be funny.

#milgram #sakurai haruka #kashiki yuno #kajiyama fuuta #muu kusunoki #kirisaki shidou #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara

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