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princekirijo · 11 months

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I don't even think ATLUS realizes that the Female Protagonist is popular and if they do they don't know WHY

You get to have social links with the male party members and Ryoji (Junpei's social link is one of the best), you get to choose your Velvet Room attendant, you get to save Shinjiro, you get two fan favorite characters, Saori and Rio, Yukari misgenders femc and Fuuka misgenders Theo, every female party member and Elizabeth have a bisexual awakening because of femc

And then in FES the Answer gives us AMAZING character development for Yukari Aigis and Mitsuru plus it introduces an underrated character that Atlus has ignored ever since in Metis

So why not have both. Baffling.

Yeah it is kinda like crazy that they could literally make everyone happy by just combining portable and fes into this upcoming remake and add the new stuff they want to add but ig that's just not what they wanted to do 😫

Reading that article and the ign one it seems that they're really bent on remaking the persona 3 experience as opposed to like idk make a definitive edition to the game (which is what most p3 fans want). There's not really much we can say there because I suppose from like an "artistic" point of view so to speak they chose to bring the original p3 experience (well fes' journey) to newer audiences. As I said before there's absolutely nothing wrong with that HOWEVER I do think that adding the extra content from fes and portable would have served that goal way better than just... remaking p3. As you said both the answer and portable add much more dimension to the story and characters of p3 so by essentially ignoring that not only are you doing the game a disservice (im like 90% sure portable is canon and 100% sure the answer is canon) but it's also gonna confuse new fans when we start talking about Metis or Erebus or idk what actually happened in the final battle of p3.

Unless of course Atlus is planning on retconning the answer and portable. Which... wouldn't be great. But hey at this point I am curious as to see what they're gonna do but I'll say it rn none of the remake stuff will be canon in my eyes.

#asks #latenitewaffles #koopa bro #i hope what im saying makes sense #i suppose what im trying to say is that they have a vision for p3 and its not one a lot of p3 fans seem to agree with #at least from what ive seen #at this stage i'm genuinely curious to see what they do #it really does feel like they're gonna p5ify the game if you get what i mean #not just in graphics style because lets be honest that was inevitable #it might not necessarily be all bad but my hopes are low #also i havent mentioned this yet but the fact they ported portable over to like steam switch what have you confirms to me that atlus is jus #way too lazy to remake portable #they really cant be bothered to make a femc model and do her story properly #they're either just gonna be lazy fr and not do it or come out with another game in a few years called like p3 reload female edition or som #absolute bullshit 💀💀💀💀💀💀#but either way as i said before im not tryna make atlus' business descisions for them they obvs know what they're doing #i know i said i wouldnt talk about it more and after this i wont but i do think its like an interesting point they bring up in the intervie #i have a fear about them retconning the answer but i'll keep that to myself cause i dont want to accidentally speak that into existence #and besides atlus wouldn't be that dumb surely #oh one last thing the fandom is quite divided over femc to be fair so that could also be a factor

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hecksupremechips · 6 months

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I think why Shinjiro not getting to live in the male protagonist version of the story is such a dealbreaker for me (other than the fact that he’s my favorite character) is that it just kinda fucking sucks that the memento mori theme is being applied to a guy who’s deeply suicidal. Like yes, it’s a tragedy that someone so kind and loving dies without a second chance. Yes, it’s true that pushing people away and drugging yourself to death is a poor way of spending your life and that if Shinjiro decides he wants to live after all, he’s still gonna get hit with the repercussions of his actions and die anyways. I get that. But it just sucks so bad that they chose to do this with someone who’s actively suicidal and instead of really acknowledging his depression properly they just kill him off. And then when a version of the story exists where he gets to have a happy ending, they try to make you forget it and stick to the version where he dies. Cuz idk, caring about the wellbeing of your suicidal friend is just too goddamn gay for atlus to handle lol. It just rubs me such the wrong way as someone who relates pretty heavily to the mental health struggles and personality of Shinji that his death is something that’s so wanted by atlus aaaaa

#persona #shinjiro aragaki #this is kinda difficult to talk about and its probably controversial idk #like i get its a tragedy but my god cant atlus just handle their mentally ill and traumatized characters better 😵‍💫#especially since theres a version of the story where he lives and its just significantly better???#this obviously isnt the only problem that’s gonna happen with reload (kotone 😭) but its a big one #also since theyre not doing his social link either its just like wow so yall just really wanna screw him over huh #there’s probably a whole essay i could write about why shinji living doesnt defy the theme but honestly?#fuck the theme of its gotta kill him off lol i dont care p3 is already such a mess story wise #like strega being the villains is sooooooo 😟#suicidal fans deserve the happy ending for the one character that they relate to #i genuinely dont think i can play a version of the story where he dies and i hate how the male protag route is treated as the true canon #i feel very strongly about this its a definite dealbreaker for me #i dont expect this to be the most agreeable opinion but please at least understand why people hate shinji dying #and how its in particular treated as good writing

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 7 months

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Just remembered a convo I had w/one of my coworkers a few months ago and it hit me like a fucking train yet again TT0TT

Me: You play Persona? Him: Yeah Me: Which ones? Him: Just 5. Me: Ok. Him: I didn't like it. Me: ???? Ok? Why's that? Him: It was just weird, I didn't like the gameplay. I also felt like the chars weren't that flashed out. Me: Ah I see. What about it didn't you like? Him: It was too same-y and grindy. Too repetitive. 4 looks interesting tho. Me: P4 is good, but you'll have to deal with the same grindy turn base. Him: Turn base? Me: ???? Yeah....you know.....P5's gameplay. Him: The one I played was more hack n slash. Me, paling: ..............................................................excuse? Him: Yeah you ran around hitting things! Me:.....y-...you....y-y-you mean.....P5.....Strikers?! Him: Yup that's the one! Me, clutching my heart: YOU STARTED WITH STRIKERS?????!!! Him: Yeah. Me, trying not to have a seizure: lkajsf'F'sdjkfjfaakjfkljfakljafkljdakfljklKJLSDJKFL Him: What's wrong? Me: I can't defend P5 in terms of char depth nor can I for Strikers, but to be fair to Strikers in this case....STRIKERS IS A SEQUEL! TT0TT You need to play P5 first holy shit Him: Oh...... Him: ....... Him: Oh! I did experience the original tho! Me, inhaling a sigh of relief: Oh thank god. So you played P5 or P5R? Him: Huh? No, I watched the anime. Me, seizing: kldsjfalkjafljafljf TT0TT Me: Nooooooo that's the worst adaptation too!!!! TT0TT Him: Hmmm maybe that's why I never finished it.... Me: Never fini-STOP I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE YOU KEEP MAKING IT WORSE! TT0TT Him: So I'm guessing I should play the game- Me: YES YOU HAVE TO PLAY THE GAME TT0TT "Chars weren't fleshed out." P5 didn't have a fighting chance with you! TT0TT What, did you also just start Kingdom Hearts with KH3???? Him: *inhales* Me: DON'T ANSWER THAT YOU'VE LOST SPEAKING PRIVILEGES FOR THE DAY! TT0TT Him: *laughs*

#i'm still offended on P5 and P5 fan's behalf TT0TT #silly talks #silly story time #like you can't get a full understanding of the situation if you don't play the gd game ahhhhh #can't say 'persona/p5 fans love p5 but dont play the game' cause he wasnt even a fan ahhhh TT0TT #he wasn't fucking with me he was genuine it was like our first time working together kfljaskjfljsf #not me having to defend P5 and KH3 what has the world come to TT0TT #btw he asked me how he should start the franchise and I told him 'if you don't start w/P1 then start w/P3 and go up from there #and don't touch the spinoffs unless you've beaten P3/4/5 #I usually dont recommend P5 or P4 first (more for P5's sake tbh) bc of the yaldy twist and gameplay evolution (aka it's easier to start old #and go new than reverse) and they'll enjoy the twist more if they AT LEAST start with P3 #as much as I don't care for the yaldy twist I feel like maybe some more casual fans might enjoy it more so 8U #fun fact: i forgot we had this convo at one point and we had to go through it all over again kldsajfklj;dflkf TT0TT #I mentioned smthing abt Goro and his persona and he was like "Goro has a persona???' and then I remembered kljfakldasfa

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characteroulette · 1 year

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You know, one of the things I enjoyed about PQ was playing through each Hero's side of the story and taking note of what choices they made while not under my control. Yu was pretty predictable, pretty much defaulting to all the choices I pegged as most in line with his personality (dry sense of humour and that brotherly sense of kindness).

Minato, however, surprised me several times.

There's a scene early on with the second dungeon involving Yukari where you options amount to either doting on her or still being nice but slightly less so. I'm not fond of these on principal, but when not under the player's influence, Minato chooses a third reaction not available us. He actually treats her with a bit of disdain, and that's such a step outside of our parameters that it actually makes me angry.

They gave Minato a very rich personality of his own (nonchelant and low energy, but abnormally excited for battles and willing to play peace maker for his team; the game's own description of him lists him as the least interesting type, but that's simply not true!! And actually insulting), but we as the player (/the writers of the game themselves) don't agree with all of his in-character actions. Where he'd choose to disregard Yukari, we outright take that choice away from him wholesale.

It's a fascinating view into the player choice as characterisation I pondered over a while ago and it's one of the few examples we'll probably ever get to see of the stark incongruence that can arise from dating sim components being prioritised over the player character's own personality traits.

#Momo talks about games #Momo writes stuff #Persona Q #PQ #Minato Arisato #P3 Hero #Just food for thought #One of the things I will die mad about in pq lol #Let me be an ass to Yukari it is so much fun seeing how much she'll excuse to ride my dick lol #There's like one other scene at least I think but I do not remember #I am the type of player who loves picking the dialogue options that make the most sense for my character #Getting everyone to be like 'that's our leader!' was so satisfying

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plushiehamuko · 7 months

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squishter whats the squishable plan today

hello my friend the plan is theoretically to do my homework but so far i have done anything but that

#squishy talks too much #it’s been a long semester and it’s only september #but we sure are scraping by alright #at least despite the horrors we got so many p3 images today #people talk to squishy!!

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worldend · 11 months

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do english dubs for games only have a group of 10 ppl to choose from becuz why do i keep seeing aleks le and allegra clark everywhere

#talking abt p3 remake cast btw. at least zeno robinson is there so thats cool

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redjaybird · 11 months

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[also now that im not stressing over getting a project done, at some point i wanna work on a p.ersona verse, and also i gotta work on Violet (especially since father's day is coming >>)]

#ooc #give a little more flesh to jay in persona world at least #i know how i want his palace to be finally but idk how often thatll actually come up in rp lol #also might have a persona idea as well #tho it doesnt really go with a thief theme #itd fit more the the them of p3 #but whatever #some stray anyway #cinderella isnt a thief #and neither is pandora #so nyeh!#also necronomicon is a heckin book #but yeah in my downtime ive been playing p5r >>#i love maruki send help #he doesnt wanna talk to me rn tho

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aikotos · 2 months

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Uh, you have to buy the full expansion pack to play The Answer????

The pack is €35, that's 1/2 of what P3RE costs....

I love TA and I'm stupid, so I will buy it to support my girl, but it sucks having to pay so much when I don't care about the rest of DLC....

#i hope they change their minds and give us the option #to buy the new dlc separately; idc about the music or costumes #if at least they included more costumes (p3d hello??) and #p3 music remixes; it would've been more worth it #but only velvet room ones & some p4/5 music...?#talk

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john-has-no-life · 5 months

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this pic is too good for them to just post it in shit quality in an Instagram post . pls I need it as my background rn

#john talks #f1 #really sad w how he qualified but….at least Leclerc’s on p2 #and Oscar on p3 ‘#!

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lovingmattysposts · 2 months

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Quiet 2

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: y/n and Matt sturniolo

summary: a girl with a lot of baggage and a boy with even more try to help put each others pieces back together one by one. A story about a girl who’s broken and a boy who doesn’t talk

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of family relationship issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of not eating (not in a ed way)

I felt sick to my stomach by the time I went home. My classes were hard, I was yelled at by a kid I didn't know, and the one friend I tried to make literally didn't speak to me.

I don't think he minded my presence though. Or maybe he did. I wouldn't know either way.

I didn't want to take the bus home. Mainly because it was smelly. Or mainly because I didn't want to go home.

I felt my stomach clench.

I didn't like Massachusetts. It was cold and montone here. Flordia was different. It was full of color and life and warmth. I missed my home. I missed my mom.

I wasn't the same after she died, I think that's why dad wanted to move somewhere else. It was like he couldn't stand the ghost of her in the house. I couldn't either, but it was nice to at least feel like she was still there, even if she wasn't really.

Here, she's no where. No matter how hard I looked around.

My dad was born and raised in Boston, but they moved to Flordia when they had me. It wasn't hard for my dad to decide to move back here. I just didn't know we were moving until he came into my room with boxes.

God, I hated that day.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. I turned on the street to a busy road before spotting a convenient store. I paused looking down at my knee. Some hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin, and some bandaids would heal this up in a matter of days.

No.

Just leave it Y/n.

I continued walking, but I felt my body tug towards the store.

Fuck it, I've done some worse things in my life. No one knows me here. Fuck a fresh start.

I turned on my feet and walked towards the store before pulling the door open and hearing the bell ring above my head. The worker behing the counter looked about my age, scrolling through his phone. Bingo.

I glanced around the store, it was small. Double bingo. I reached behind my head and threw up my hood before walking through the aisles. I lifted my head and searched the ceiling for any type of cameras.

I saw some in the corner before noticing the red light wasn't flashing. I made my way to the medicine aisle before locating the bandaids and picking up a box.

I felt my heart tug and my mom's voice come through my head.

You're better than this.

I might be better than this, but I also didn't have another choice. I just wanted some bandaids. I didn't let the voice sink into my soul before I slipped the bandaids in my pocket and glanced around my shoulder. I didn't see anyone.

I walked along the aisle before seeing Neosporin and picking it up and slipping it into my other pocket. I felt my heart start to beat. I didn't know if it was nerves or adrenaline.

I eyed the hydrogen peroxide. I sighed. It wouldn't fit in my pockets. I swallowed. I could probably do without. I could just clean it the old fashion way with some soap and water.

Okay, I gotta get out of here now. I turned on my feet before making my way out of the aisle I was in. I kept my head down as I walked.

"Have a good day"

I froze on my feet and looked up seeing the boy who was still focused in on his phone. He wasn't looking up at me. I didn't respond to the gesture before I turned and left the store.

"Dad?" I lowered my hood and glanced around the kitchen, into the living room. Sometimes when I called out to him, I didn't know If I wanted to hear a response or not.

"Are you home?" I asked quieter. I walked into the living room before walking over to the empty couch. I glanced down to a few more empty beer cans that weren't there when I left this morning. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I picked up at can.

I heard the front door shut.

I jumped and turned my head.

"Y/n!" He yelled before his eyes landed on mine. I froze and my hand froze on the beer. He smiled and held up a bag. I glanced down at the bag feeling like I just got caught doing something I wasn't suppose to.

"I got some food, let's eat" He smiled at me. I let my face relax and I nodded. He set down the food on the table before walking over to me and grabbing the beer can out of my hand and bending down and grabbing the other cans along the table.

"Sorry, I meant to clean this shit up earlier" He mumbled as he grabbed and crushed them. I just stepped back and watched him. He looked up at me with a warm face.

"Go eat kid, I know you must be starving. I got the noodles you like" He stood up and walked over to the trashcan discarding the beer cans. I was starving. I hadn't had a real meal in three days. The only thing I had today was one bite of a overripe apple.

I smiled and nodded as I walked over to the bag and opened the food.

The dinner was awkward to say the least. It consisted of us chewing and the sound of our plastic forks digging into the boxes of food, but I didn't care. These noodles tasted like honey.

I couldn't help but smile when I took a first bite.

"How was school? It was your first day today right? We're the kids nice to you and shit?" He chuckled glancing up at me. I looked up at him and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"Uh, you know how kids are" I said shaking my head not really wanting to dive into my day. He chuckled and nodded. "I do, they are little shits" He nodded. I swallowed and stabbed some noodles on my fork slowly.

"Not you though--You've got a good heart, you" He pointed towards his chest and looked up at me. "Got your mother's heart" He nodded. I forced a smile and nodded up at him as I took another bite.

I never wanted this dinner to end, but in some ways I did. My dad and I don't have the best relationship. We never really did, but I didn't mind it because I had my mom. When she left, It felt like our person in common got taken away.

A lot changed.

My dad didn't know how to talk to me and I didn't know how to talk to him. We he did talk to me, he was yelling. Except for every once in a while.

"What about friends? Did you make any friends? I can clean up the place if you wanna have some over" He asked sparking up a new conversation while shoving food into his mouth.

I cleared my throat as I looked down at my plate. "It was just the first day dad" I mumbled feeling redness come up my neck.

How am I suppose to tell my dad my first day was awful and everyone was just mean?

"Well I know. I was just--" He shook his head and let out a breath. I felt guilt come up my throat that I had no good news to report back to my dad. Like it had been my fault that I hadn't made any friends.

"There was this one kid at lunch" I stated. He glanced up at me and smiled. "Yeah?" He smiled. I nodded and pushed around some noodles on my plate.

"He didn't really talk to me though, but he let me sit with him" I breathed, once the words fell out of my mouth I realized how stupid they sounded. My dad smacked his lips and nodded.

I closed my eyes wishing that in this moment I could just disappear. I felt like a failure.

"Windows, Sunflowers when it's sunny, palm trees, series books, the color blue...." I whispered to myself as the tears clouded my eyes and I applied Neosporin to my knee carefully when I got out of the shower.

I wiped my eyes as I reached for the bandaids. "Hikes, The Killers, new shoes..." I ripped the box open that was covered in lies and crimes. I swallowed and opened one, putting it over my wound.

"My mom" I finished and pressed my forehead to my patched up knee.

I'd only been here a week and I was miserable. I didn't understand the point. My point. What was the point?

Just keep naming things Y/n

My mother voice rang.

I wiped my runny nose and looked towards the wall. "Long walks, book stores, old music, coffee..." I named things until I forgot what I was even thinking about.

"Can I sit?" I asked looking down at the quiet boy. He blinked up at me. No fear in his eyes this time like the first time when I asked. Somewhat of a surprise. He glanced around the room before his eyes landed on an empty table.

He motioned to the empty table. I turned to look at it and then back to him. He just stared up at me. I bit my lip.

I didn't want to sit alone. That was almost worse than eating in the bathroom. Me asking to sit with him and then him saying no and then going to sit alone was even worse than all of the above.

I took in breath and pushed the tears behind my eyes further down my face. I didn't want to cry today, It was my goal.

"Can I sit?" I asked again my voice quieter. He set down his sandwich and shrugged looking down towards his phone. I just stared at him. I guess that was as much of a yes I was going to get from him.

I sat down and shrugged off my bag.

I upzipped it, but instead of pulling out food, I pulled out a book. If I read I learned that I couldn't focus on the lack of food in my stomach. I opened the book and looked down at it.

August. My favorite time of the year. Where my happiness sprung from. All those summer ago is when I first learned where the happiness sprung from. I was 12---

I felt his eyes burn into me and I looked up from my book.

"What?" I snapped. He just looked at me. I closed my book. "What? Why are you staring at me?" I asked a little harsher that I intended. His eyes widened and he picked up the headphone that he dropped when I walked up to him and shoved it back into his ear.

I felt guilt run cold over me.

"I'm sorry--I didn't mean to yell I--" I swallowed as he looked back up at me. "I just get like this when I'm….tired" I whispered. I didn't know If I was talking to him or just saying this to myself. It was weird because talking to him was like talking to myself, just with an extra pair of eyes.

I looked back up at him. He looked down at my book and then to my bag. I looked at my bag then to him.

"What?" I mumbled. He looked down at his lap and took in a breath like something was running through his brain. I just watched him as his eyes glanced around the table.

What was he doing?

He picked up a bag of chips and looked at me and then looked at the empty table in front of me. I looked down in front of me and then realized what he was asking.

Why don't you have any food?

"Are you asking why I'm not indulging in my amazing choice of fruit today?" I smiled. I could have sworn I saw the corners of his mouth turn up for a split second, but it was gone so fast that I didn't know for sure if it happened.

He nodded.

I let my smile fall slightly but I contained it. "I'm actually on an apple-only strike and I had the last one yesterday. I think other foods are basically pointless when apples exist, and there wasn't one in my fridge so I said forget it" I smiled at him before the pit in my stomach deepened.

"Someone had to stand up for the apple. Today I decided that It was my duty" I smiled.

I wasn't lying about the fact that there wasn't an apple in my fridge. The apple only strike was obvious bullshit. The only thing left in my fridge was that apple. My stomach twisted.

"Plus why eat when you could soak in the nutrients of words of literature" I forced a smile and held up my book. He just stared at me, blankly. I bit my lip and my eyes stared at the page.

I could feel the fact that he hadn't looked away, I was just ingnoring it. My eyes scanned the page over and over but I wasn’t retaining any of the words. I looked up at him. He locked my gaze.

"Stop looking at me" I stated looking back at my book. He looked down at his lap before he started packing up his things. I looked up from my book.

"Where are you going?" I asked quickly. Lunch just started. He didn't look up at me as he put his stuff into his bag. I felt my heart sink. I set down my book.

"I didn't mean to upset you" I whispered as he just ignored me and zipped up his bag. Without another word he stood up and left. I glanced down to the table before I realized he had left half of his sandwhich and his bag of chips.

I looked up and saw him walk out of the cafeteria.

"Wait" I stood up but he was already gone. I swallowed and sat back down and looked at the food he had left.

Part of me was offended, the other part was too hungry to care.

I blinked at the food and then back towards the door of the cafeteria. Maybe was coming back. I sat back in my seat. 15 minutes past and he didn't return.

I swallowed before reaching over and grabbing the sandwhich and taking a bite of out it.

I pushed through the doors of the school. Today was a better day. No one yelled at me for taking their seat. I guess that was a plus. I had to give credit where it was due.

I was invisible basically, I talked to no one. Well one person, but they never talked back to me. I was okay with just reading and being quiet in the back of the class. I wondered if that's what quiet boy thought too, or if he hated it.

What does he think about? Could he read my lies through my teeth or was he just guessing that I was bluffing about the apple-strike. I shook my head at myself. An apple-strike? That's the best thing I could come up with?

I didn't want him to pity me. God, did I not want him to pity me. I was okay with the fact that I didn't always have a hot meal for lunch. Or dinner. Sometimes. Most days.

I swallowed the lump in my throat attempting to push out the thoughts from my head. "My life is good everything’s okay" I whispered to myself. It wasn't working.

"Sunsets, beaches, boats, birds..." I shook my head. I looked up seeing the bus closing it's doors. "Fuck" I spat before running towards the bus as it pulled away. My feet stopped running after it as I hung my head in defeat.

The walk home yesterday wasn't exactly short. It was dark before I got home yesterday. I looked around before I saw the back of a boy with brown hair walking away from the school.

Before I knew what I was doing I was moving fast on my feet towards him.

"Hey"

He almost jumped out of his skin before he turned around and looked down at me. He let go of a breath and his face returned to it's normal state, a blank stare. I smiled softly up at him and he took in a breath and turned away from me, walking.

I pushed off my feet and walked up beside him, attempting to match his speed. He looked down at me and stopped walking.

He glanced down at me and I looked up at him. "I'm not stalking you I swear" I breathed shaking my head looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows. I probably shouldn't have started with that.

"I missed my bus" I pointed to the bus that was exiting the parking lot. He turned and looked at the bus and then back at me. Blank stare.

"Do you care if I walk with you?" I asked. He just stared down at me. I blinked up at him. "Okay" I breathed looking around. "If I can't walk with you, blink three times" I smiled. He just looked unimpressed down at me.

"If you don't want me to, blink three times" I stated. He raised his eyebrows. I sighed. "Give me something quiet boy" I whined looking up at him. He tilted his head in confusion. I sighed.

"Fine, don't walk with me then" I mumbled before turning walking off. I looked in front of me. "Pancakes, plane rides, soup..." I whispered to myself. Even good days aren't good days.

A few seconds later I heard footsteps come up to me. I glanced up before seeing the quiet boy walking next to me. He didn't glance down at me and I looked away slightly smiling to myself.

Is asking him if we are friends pushing it?

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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astonmartingf · 29 days

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YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND—

— co-parenting with alonso has been smooth sailing, until he starts dropping hints that he wants to be with you again

P3 ★ WITH LOVE, LANCE STROLL

amgf written portion down below. we have lore 😌 n e ways me inserting the strollonso agenda, ales being indoctrinated by lance, uhmm i can't wait for the next updates hehehe okay enjoy 👍

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Lance waved his hands, calling the attention of his nephew wandering around the Aston Martin headquarters. "Ales! Come here!"

Watching his nephew look around the area for the source of the voice. "Ales! Over here."

The younger boy walks over to his uncle, smiling brightly at him, "Uncle Lance! Do you work here with Papa?"

Matching his nephew's excitement, Lance nods his head, walking with Ales along the hallway. "I heard you're here with your father, where is he by the way?"

"Papa is trying to ask Mama out on a date!" The younger boy spoke enthusiastically, unaware of the implications of his statement, leaving Lance surprised.

"What did your mom say?" Lance tries to ask discreetly, helping Ales on his designated couch, filled with legos, miniature dinosaurs, and toy cars.

Ales shrugs, "I don't know, but papa told me if it's okay with me if he will ask mama out on a date, remember what you told me last time?"

Shit.

"Why are you leaving early Uncle Lance?" The young boy tugs on Lance's fingers watching him style his hair in front of the mirror.

Lance kneels down, facing his nephew, "I'm going on a date with my girlfriend," watching Ales' face form deep into confusion. Titling his head to the left Ales points his finger in front of Lance.

"A date? What is a date?"

Smiling to himself, Lance holds his hand walking further into the office. "Going on a date is like having fun with the people you love. Going outside, spending time with them, eating together. Just like what you do with your mom and dad."

Ales nods his head, thinking of the times he went to the beach with his father, and eating together with his mom. "Mama and Papa love me, so we go on dates!"

Lance nods his head in agreement, "Exactly, I love you so we hang out sometimes, that can be called a date. And tonight I'm going to eat dinner with my girlfriend, we're going on a date."

Ales tilts his head, the gears turning into his little brain as he begins to recall his thoughts.

"How come Mama and Papa don't go on dates?"

It was Lance's turn to tilt his head, he knew Ales was aware of your relationship with Nando, it was something you had been discussing with Ales.

"What do you mean Ales? They go on dates with you." Lance treaded lightly, it had stumped him, especially when he could easily say something you two both didn't intend.

"So does that mean Papa and Mama love me?" Ales questions, leaving Lance filled with pride— smiling to himself.

"Of course Ales, your Mama and Papa love you the most."

"I think Papa loves Mama, since he wants to go on a date with her." Lance bit his lip, hiding the laughter growing inside him.

"I did say that about dating huh, you remember that?"

Ales nodded his head, now focused on the Lego in front of him. "You said people go on dates with people they love. Yesterday papa asked me if I'm okay with that."

Lance hands him the blocks, keeping the conversation going, "What do you think?"

"Papa talks about mama all the time, and mama does the same when we're together." Lance raises his brows at his response.

"Your mom talks about Nando huh."

Ales shows Lance a Lego building, "They go on dinner dates you know."

"They leave you alone at the house by yourself?" Lance was shocked to say the least, he knew you rarely spent time together with Fernando, but leaving your son alone in your house is something he didn't imagine happening.

"Huh? Why would they leave me alone? I see them on call and eat dinner together, isn't that a date?" Lance sees the pout building over on Ales' lips at the thought of being left alone, the sight leaving a smile on his face.

"You said they went on a date, I thought they left you alone." Ales shakes his head furiously, throwing the Lego on the floor.

"I don't want to be left alone, I want to go on a date with mama and papa."

Lance turns to Ales, making him face the younger boy, "But didn't your father say he wants to go out with you mom alone? Are you okay with that?"

Pausing, Ales thinks to himself, "But will I be there at the date?"

Lance nods his head, "Probably. I don't think they would want you away from them."

Ales hums, deep in thought, "Then, I'll just give them time together."

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