Request:Can I please have a Peter parker imagine where the reader and him have been friends for a few years now and they’re both in love with each other but don’t know it? So she thinks he’s with Liz Allan and he thinks she doesn’t like him back. But then she finds out he’s Spider-Man because someone took her as hostage and they end up together and like they’re still together a few years later in college and then it’s smut where it’s her first time and it’s cute and fluffy? Sorry if this was unclear😝
Warning: Implied smut?
The air was crisp, sun was shining bright but she couldn’t wait to get home. She loved the fall weather but it wasn’t quite enjoyable when she felt down. Her best friend, Peter Parker, had begun to ignore her but he seemed to never ignore Ned. They both had started to whisper around her, never telling her what was going on.
Y/n was close to her apartment building when her phone started to ring causing her to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Pulling out her phone from her back pocket, she let out a small sigh when she saw Peter’s name flash on the screen. Answering the call she brought the phone up to her ear and spoke into it, “Hey, Pete. What’s up?”
Imagine Tony becoming the dad that Peter always needed and he plans these huge birthday parties every year, and gets Peter ready for his senior prom, and stands in the crowd applauding like crazy when Peter graduates high school, and cries like a baby when he drops Peter off at college for the first time and every time after that.
Request: Hey! I was wondering if I could request
something? Lately ive been having a lot of anxiety attacks about
myself, like self doubt and i feel v insecure and afraid and i was
wondering if you could do an imagine or something about the reader
having these anxiety attacks and bucky comforting and helping them
get through the attack?? Idk if that makes sense. But thanks for
reading this I love your blog bye - @lovelyttom
Note: yikes the title .. also, I’m sorry if it’s too short :( I hope your anxiety gets better, that you realize how strong you are, and that you overcome whatever obstacle life puts you through, darlin’! I love you all so much and my ask box is open for anyone who needs to talk! .c
All morning, Bucky had been worried about you. You didn’t show up for breakfast, training, or the meeting
Steve had scheduled two days prior. It wasn’t like you to not show up
and it worried Bucky to no end. Throughout the meeting he kept
glancing at the door, waiting for you to hurriedly race in,
apologizing for sleeping in late.
But when you hadn’t shown up after two hours, Bucky rushed out of his chair when Steve dismissed
everyone and made his way to your bedroom. The only thing on his mind was making sure you’re okay.
Inside your bedroom, you were sitting in a corner, bawling your eyes out. Your anxiety was through the
roof. You thought about how horribly you’ve been feeling lately, every reason why; self-doubt weighed down your shoulders and you couldn’t think about
anything except your flaws.
You were crying into your arms as you held your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth. Everything came crashing down on top of you as you soon as you woke up. It started with one small thought, then it went downhill from there. You figured a nice, warm shower would help. But when it didn’t, you felt hopeless.
A light knock startled you and you
picked your head up to look at your door. You couldn’t find your
voice so you hoped they would forget about you and just leave. But
the man behind the door was not one to give up, especially on you. After three more
knocks, you invited them in and wiped at your cheeks,having no energy to move from your spot.
Bucky slowly opened your door, nervous to see the state you were in. When his eyes landed on
you, he felt relieved – but it was
short lived when he looked at your eyes spilling tears and the fact that you were sitting in a corner scared him.
Bucky rushed to your side and his eyebrows creased with worry as he dropped to his knees in front of you. “Y/N, are you okay?” You thought about the question for a moment. Were
you okay? No, you absolutely were not okay. You shook your head and
let out a sob, covering your mouth so you wouldn’t be too loud.
“No, no, hey hey hey,” Bucky
immediately pulled you onto his lap and closed his arms around your
shaking body. You hiccuped with cries and your
fingers grasped at Bucky’s grey shirt. You knew your tears were soaking
his shoulder but he clearly didn’t mind. He shushed you softly,
rubbing your back soothingly.
After a while, Bucky found that that
wasn’t helping when your cries got louder and your breathing became too shallow and restricted. It was beginning to scare him and he knew he had to do something.
“Y/N,” His voice was firm, yet gentle. It caught your attention and you looked up at him and pulled away just a tad,
waiting for him to continue. “I need you to breathe with me.”
Bucky lifted his hand to your cheek, caressing the moistened skin
with the pad of his thumb.
“Can you do that for me, Doll?” You hesitated before nodding, inhaling sharply. Bucky kept his eyes on yours, breathing in
slowly. Your lip quivered and your grip on his
shirt didn’t let up as you shakily followed his breathing pattern.
His metal hand rubbed against your back and you felt yourself
slowly but surely starting to calm. “That’s it, Doll.”
Bucky whispered. Every breath Bucky inhaled, you mirrored. The softness in his eyes distracted you from your thoughts, but only a little bit.
Soon your breathing had gone back to normal, but
your crying hadn’t stopped. It was a silent cry and Bucky knew
that was the worst kind. It meant that you were still in your
mind; your thoughts were screaming at you.
Bucky kept his eyes on you as you calmed down. “Are you feeling
better?” He caressed your cheek again and you sniffled, releasing
your hold on his shirt. “A little.” You whispered.
The longer you sat in his lap, the thoughts
of how insecure you were surfaced again. Bucky could detect the hitch
in your throat and he pressed his lips to your forehead.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Y/N.”
Bucky all but begged, he needed to know what was bothering you so
much. He couldn’t stand to see you hurting like this. Your eyebrows knit together and Bucky wanted to smooth
the wrinkles out but refrained from doing so.
You licked your dry lips and took a
steady breath. “My anxiety is so terrible and- I’m not-” You shook your head as if
that would magically help silence your thoughts and squeezed your
eyes shut, trying to hold in your sobs this time.
Bucky nodded his
head gently and wiped a tear that fell down your cheek before pulling you into a hug. You clung to him. “You’re so strong,
sweetheart. Please remember that.” He whispered into your hair, closing his eyes. He felt guilty for not coming to you sooner.
“I just feel so…so afraid. It’s
like no matter what I do, it’s not good enough.” Your voice cracked and you sounded so hurt, it started to break Bucky’s heart even more. He couldn’t believe
what you just told him, but he kept his reaction buried.
everything you did was more than good enough. You brought a smile to
everyone’s face, picked up slack when you noticed it, you were
friendly and so kind to everyone you meet.
“You’re good enough, I promise
you that. And so, so beautiful. It’s okay to cry, to let it out. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone, but I’m here now, okay? I’ll help you the best I can.” Your eyes watered after Bucky finished speaking and you felt the lump in your throat forming again.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You sank into him and sighed softly, finally feeling like you could relax. Bucky held you close, rubbing your back once again.
You felt safe in his arms. As long as you had someone to go to that’s willing to help, you felt that maybe you’d finally be okay.
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Summary: Thor and (Y/N) have been in a long relationship, sticking by each other through the Chitauri attack, when the Dark Elves almost took over and Ultron. However, (Y/N) has never been to Asgard and Thor knows that he must return to his home to take over as king, facing a hard decision; choose his kingdom or his love?
Characters: Thor Odinson x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name
Warnings: not really sure where I was going with this
As my eyes opened from a deep sleep, I smiled at the scene before me. I was embraced in my lovers arms, feeling safe and protected. Thor had somehow come into my life but I never wanted him to leave now. Pulling him even closer, I felt his hands tighten their grip on me slightly, groaning from moving around. I let out a breathy laugh, watching as woke up.
“It is still early dawn, my love. Why are you awake?” he asked, kissing my forehead.
“I guess my body knows that I dont have much time left with you. I need to make every second count.”
Thor was to leave soon, having to return to Asgard. He had kingly duties and had been away for far too long. But that was all my fault. I had fallen for the God of Thunder, the king of Asgard; me, a small little Earth girl. I felt bad for keeping him away from his home but it wasn’t fair that the only good thing in my life was about to be torn away from me. He had begged me countless times to go with him back to Asgard, I just couldn’t face it. His people wouldn’t want me there, I just knew it.
“(Y/N),” he leaned up on his elbow, looking down at me,“come with me, please. Let me show you my home as you have shown me yours.”
I sighed.“Thor, I’ve already taken you away from your people, what would they think when they see me with you?”
“They would love you. Everyone knows that Earth is one of the many realms I must protect. And you a part of that too.” his hand gently stroked my cheek.
I placed my hand over his.“They’ll be expecting someone royal, or someone who can unite your kingdom with another.”
“Perhaps you did not hear me correctly? You are a part of Earth, Midgard as we call it; your council will be well appreciated.”
I thought about it for a moment.“But what if things do go wrong?”
“You must stop this negative thinking, it is not good for you. Besides, if that did occur, I would ignore my people, they would be the ones in the wrong.”
I smiled.“Thor you can’t do that. What sort of king would that make you?”
“The kind that loves his woman.”
“I’ll think about it.”
As the day progressed, his question played more and more on my mind. It had always been a dream of mine to visit Asgard, who would miss on an opportunity to travel to another realm? But how was I supposed to deal with the problems that would occur? Asgard was still old fashioned, it was part of their culture to have arranged marriages, or so I had read; I had always been too scared to ask Thor in case it offended him.
And the pressure of being a queen was far too much. I had no idea how to be royal and these people needed strong leaders, not someone who would just be waited on all day. Thor had a point, I was from one of the realms but we were so different to everywhere else. I would have to dress like them, act like them, be one of them; honestly, I would be acting out my Game Of Thrones fantasy. But it was so much more than fancy dresses and tiaras.
“Thor?” I called out. Walking into the living room, I sat by him.“I….I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
He suddenly perked up.“Yes? What is your decision?”
“I think…I want to go with you to Asgard.”
Thor smiled, pulling me into his arms.“You do not know how happy you have made me (Y/N). We will leave tomorrow!”
Everything moved so quickly after that. Thor seemed to be full of adrenaline, unable to keep still or stop talking about the wonders of his home. Although I was very excited to be travelling into deep space, a part of me was also terrified. I knew that I would never be able to leave Thor’s side, our love was too strong. That was what was making it hard.
The next morning was here in a flash, my heart beating way too fast for my body. I stood in my bedroom, taking a look around for anything I needed, I could be leaving this all behind. Little things suddenly became important to me; the decorations I had ever so carefully picked out, the piles of books in the corner and even the floorboard in the middle of the room that creaked loudly. Items like these had not been so important before, perhaps I really was going to miss Earth.
“(Y/N), are you ready?” Thor stood in the doorway.
“Um, yes. Yes, let’s go.”
I drove us out of the town, far away to the fields surrounding the countryside. I felt sorry for whoever’s filed we were now about to ruin. Abandoning my car on the side of the road, I held onto Thor’s hand with my shaky one, feeling very sick. I could hardly handle rollercoasters, how was this going to turn out? He sensed my nerves, turning to face me.
“If you have changed your mind, we can go back home.” he reassured me.“I will not force you into something you do not want.”
“No, I want to go with you. I’m just nervous.” I glanced down at Mjolnir.
Thor smiled.“No harm will come to you. Tis but a quick journey.”
I took a deep breath.“Ok, let’s just get this over with.”
One of Thor’s arms wrapped around my small body, the other started to swing Mjolnir. It started getting faster, the wind picking up around us. As soon as I shut my eyes, I felt us lift off, yet at the same time, it was as if we were standing still. Risking opening my eyes, I was almost blinded by an assortment of colours. It was beautiful! They all streamed around us, reflecting onto our skin. I was so distracted that I almost fell straight over as we landed.
Speechless, my wide eyes kept looking around me, amazed by everything I saw. We seemed to be in a gold dome shaped building, a man with a sword standing in the middle of it.
“My king.” he kneeled down.
“Heimdall my friend, please stand. It is good to see you again.” Thor was grinning.
“I see that you have finally brought Lady (Y/L/N) to marvel at our kingdom.”
“Yes, I am happy I have her here.”
“Lady (Y/L/N).” he also bowed to me.
I wasn’t sure what the right response was, attempting a curtsy. I heard Thor chuckle quietly, I hit his chest as I rose up.
“Come (Y/N), there is so much more for you to see.”
Again, I was unable to form any words as my eyes laid upon the mystical land before me. Everything seemed like it was out of a fairytale. Magnificent structures towered over everyone, spaceships filled the skies as the people went on with their lives. Thor wanted to walk through the streets to the castle, perhaps to show his people that he really had returned. Everyone bowed before him but I didn’t miss the off states being sent my way. I stayed close to Thor, scared that someone wouldn’t like the look of me and do…something.
I had seen the palace from where we had landed, but seeing it up close was entirely different. It dawned on me that if I were to stay with Thor, I would be living here. Servants immediately stopped what they were doing as they saw their king.
We stopped in front of two large doors, the guards standing outside opening them for us. It revealed a huge room, at the end was an equally big throne. Thor stepped right in, obviously used to it. Whereas he was already walking in, I stayed back, feeling out of place. The people were in such fine clothing, even the servants; I had tried to make an effort by wearing a casual summer dress though that still didn’t fit in. Hesitantly I took my first step, still walking slowly as I looked around me.
Crowds would fill this place, all to see their king. The courtiers and guards would be lined up too, as well as family and friends. I suspected this place would be decorated during festivities, events that the entire kingdom would turn up for. As the nerves began to build up again, my eyes landed on Thor, who was now sat on the throne. He suited it so well, for some reason I felt intimidated by him; hopefully he would have the same effect on his enemies.
“You seem to be deep in thought my love.” Thor’s deep voice slightly echoed around the room.
“Uh, I guess so.” I jumped as the doors shut, leaving us in private.
“But I do not see that smile that I adore so. You are troubled with your decision.”
I was stood at the bottom of the steps that lead to the throne, feeling very small.“My choice to be with you is not a difficult one. It’s the responsibilities that come with it.”
He waited for me to continue.
I sighed, feeling very conflicted.“I love you with every part of me, but I don’t want to ruin your reputation, or your kingdom for that matter. It just doesn’t seem fair that you would be stuck with someone who has no idea how to run a kingdom and can’t help when you have troubles.”
Thor stood, descending the stairs.“We both know that I have been away from my home for far too long. I need to be here.” I craned my neck up to look at him as his hands cupped my face.“And I want you, need you by my side.”
“What if I do something wrong that could jeapordise this place?”
“It would never come to that. We are not in this alone. I have many people that help me with my duties, they would help you too.”
“Everyone stared at me as we walked past them. They may not like-”
“It is not their choice. I am the king. If I choose to have you ruling by my side then it will be done. You doubting yourself too much, you’re smarter than you think (Y/N). I know that with your knowledge from Midgard we can rule over Asgard in peace; everyone would be happy.”
“Everyone? Including us?”
He pecked my lips.“Especially us. What do you say?” he knelt down on one knee.“Be my queen?”
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A/N: So I keep writing all of these sorta kinda sad fics where the reader has anxiety and I’m sorry if you don’t like them, but they’re making me feel better writing them… it think. That or they’re making it worse. Gif’s not mine.
This might sound cliché (and that would be because it is), but I honestly think that the sunset is one of the most beautiful, romantic things ever. Some of the best photos I’ve ever taken are of the sunset as seen from the astronomy tower, or the edge of the black lake. Some people don’t see it, but it’s different every time. Every single time. The clouds are different, making the light peak over them in the most unique ways. The shades and amount of colour is always different, special. I just love sunsets. I found them to be a way of relaxing. Sitting on the edge of the dock with my feet in the water and watching the sun sink into the horizon. It’s a way to calm myself, one of my go to things to do when I feel the anxiety coming on. But I do it alone. I sit alone, and watch the sunset with nobody else to talk to and I’m okay with that. Nobody needs to be audience to my anxiety or the things I do to calm myself down. I knew what I needed to do when it got bad and I was okay with being alone, in fact it was better if I was alone.
Requested by @curiousplanets: ALRIHHT OK IM SO EXCITED NOW. can i have a part two of A Monster? where it’s the next full moon and Newt, reader’s now boyfriend, insists on helping reader out through her full moon (idk exactly how lmao) and she is like no no no you will get hurt and there’s tears and shit? idk i’m feeling the ANGST. feel free to change part of it to make it flow easier. thanks in advance!
Word Count: 1,514
Warnings: Mentions of injury, self hate, crying.
A/N: I might write a part 3 because DAMN
“I want to come with you.” Newt said desperately.
“Absolutely not.” You said firmly. You didn’t know where the newfound confidence came from, perhaps because you and Newt had already had this conversation about a million times.
“Please let me come with you.” He said. You were looking at your feet, unable to look at him. You knew that if you did, you’d end up caving at the sight of his frightfully concerned face. Newt often wasn’t easy to read but he didn’t bother hiding his desperation now. You two were in your shared apartment in London doing something that rarely happened between the two of you, you were arguing.
“Newt, I said no.” You repeated, turning your back to him so you wouldn’t have to see his worried face. You could feel the tears building behind your eyes but you willed them to stay put. You were not going to cry. You wanted to show that you were strong and believed the decision you were making was a good one and tears would just turn you into a mess. They always did. You didn’t need Newt’s pity, you needed him to be safe and him coming with you tonight would most definitely put him in danger.
You and Newt had been dating for three months now and you could see that every full moon took a piece of his heart. He loved you and you loved him, so you knew seeing you in the state you were in after full moons was hard for him. You had, of course, tried telling him that he deserved someone better. Someone who wasn’t broken. Someone who wouldn’t hurt him every month. Someone who wasn’t you. Yet the stubborn magizoologist wouldn’t listen. And here you were again, about to hurt the man you loved.
This month was the first time he had brought this up though. A few weeks before the full moon, he had proposed the idea of coming with you when you transformed. You had told him that it was a firm no and he seemed to accept that, you had thought it was the end of the conversation. Until he brought it up again about a hundred times.
“Y/N, you can’t keep doing this alone. I could come and keep away the dangerous animals, I could come and try to keep you safe.” He begged. You whirled around, incredulity clear on your face. You couldn’t believe him. How could he just stand there, in all his messy haired, loose shirted glory and say that?
“Keep me safe? Me? Who would keep you safe?” You said, your voice getting louder. You couldn’t remember a time when you had yelled at someone. It came as a shock, to both of you. The shy, quiet Y/N suddenly yelling? You couldn’t stop though. How could he say that? You didn’t deserve to be kept safe. You were a monster. Especially when in that state. A monster who wouldn’t think twice about hurting this kind, selfless, curious man.
“I can keep myself safe.” Newt said, his voice still at a normal level, quite unlike yours.
“You can’t keep both of us safe! You can’t be safe. Not from me! Not when I’m like that!” You felt tears streaming down your reddened cheeks. Of course you were crying. Of course you were. The word “weak” kept swimming through your mind. You wanted to run away, to curl up into a ball, to hide yourself from the world.
“I could stay away then. Away but close enough so that when the moon goes down I could help you home.” He argued, taking a step closer. His sudden proximity seemed to put an immediate damper on your anger. You now just stood there in silence as tears streamed down your face, looking at the ground. You hated arguing with him. It rarely happened but when it did, you couldn’t stand it. Newt noticed your silence and walked closer to you until you were staring at his bare feet instead of the ground.
He tentatively lifted your chin slightly so you would look into his bright green eyes. Newt normally refrained from making eye contact with people but with you, he felt safe to do it. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against his, savouring his touch, his scent, his love.
“I love you, Newt.” You whispered, eyes still closed. You didn’t dare talk louder in fear that your voice would break.
“I love you too, Y/N” He responded.
“Do you really love me?” You asked. You felt his forehead crease against yours, in worry most likely. Clenching your eyes tighter, you pursed your lips to keep from sobbing.
“I really love you.” He said. You opened your eyes finally, to find his, still wide, and resting upon yours unwaveringly. So much emotion filled those beautiful green eyes, you couldn’t look away.
“Then let me do this alone.” You whispered. Silver lined his eyes as he took a shaky breath.
“I have, Y/N, you have been doing this alone since you were bitten.” He said. You flinched at that word. Newt noticed this, he noticed everything. “Y/N, I love you and I cannot keep seeing you come home bleeding and bruised.”You pulled away from him, turning around so he couldn’t see your face.
“Is that really why you want to come?” You asked. This thought had been nagging at you since you got together. You wanted to dismiss it as absurd but why else would he be with you? Why else would he deal with all the issues and problems you bring?
“What do you mean?” He asked tentatively, not quite liking the new tone in your voice.
“Do you want to come to keep me safe? Are you with me because you love me? Or do you just want to study me?” You finally said it, the thought that had been eating away at you since the beginning.
Silence. He wasn’t answering. How long has it been since you asked the question? 10 seconds, 11 seconds, 12, 13. Why wasn’t he answering? Dread filled your stomach, maybe you were right. Maybe this horrible thought was true. You felt the lunch you and Newt had shared an hour ago coming up. You couldn’t take it anymore, you turned around slowly to face him.
If your lunch wasn’t rising before, it definitely was now. The sight before you brought on a new wave of tears, it felt as if one of Newt’s creatures had slashed right across your heart. Tears were flowing down Newt’s face, you had seen him show emotion before but never so raw. All of his walls were down, everything now stood so clearly before you. It was hurt that you saw.
Hurt that pushed down his slumped shoulders, that darkened his bright eyes, that covered his kind face. You were stupid. So, so stupid. You were frozen, frozen in shock or guilt, you didn’t know. The two of you simply stood, gazing at each other with such thick emotion hanging in the air, freezing you in place.
His broken, shaky breath was what snapped you from your paralysis. You scrambled to get closer to him, to comfort him, but he took a step back. A step away from you. You couldn’t help but gasp. What have you done? Newt was always the one that cared and loved you no matter what. The one who would take one step closer to you when everyone else took two steps back. And you had doubted him, doubted his feelings for you. You were a monster.
“Newt, I’m sorry.” You said, staying where you were. He needed space and you would respect that. No matter how hard you had to restrain yourself to not run up to him, to not throw your arms around his tall frame, to not say I love you as many times as humanly possible. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I love you. Please, Newt, I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Then why…then why did you?” He asked, no resentment or anger in the question just pain and sadness. A sob escaped your lips as you furiously tried to wipe your tears away.
“I-I don’t know. I just-I was too afraid that it might be true because what reason could there possibly be for someone like you to love someone like me. I’m a mistake and a complication and I’m sorry, Newt.” You cried, your words tumbling out of you in a pitiful mess. “I’m sorry.” You were shaking now, there were too many emotions running through your bones.
Panic at the inevitable pain that was drawing near, hate at yourself for everything you had done, guilt at what you had said to Newt and fear, fear that you may have actually screwed up the best thing that had ever happened to you. Before either of you could say anything else…
You ran and you cried and you whispered one word to yourself, over and over and over again.
Hey! Would you look at that, I’m not dead! And I finally wrote/finished something. Honestly, I don’t even know why anyone follows me, I’m so inconsistent. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this. I don’t know who I feel more bad for, Newt or the reader. I hope you enjoyed and as always, constructive criticism is welcome.
The first time Athenodora told you something about her personal life was a rainy day in Volterra and the two of you decided to wear cute raincoats and boats and go for a walk around the city, Felix and Demetri following shortly after you.
When the two of you approached the park, somehow the conversation got deeper in the blink of an eye. “There has been actually one time when I got scared by Caius’s reaction, though it was a long time ago.” She stated and you motioned her to continue. “In the middle ages, many ancient Greek statues got destroyed because the bronze they were made of was very useful and needed at the time, for weapons, mostly. I never understood how they were able to destroy something so elegant and pure to make something so shameful.”. Athenodora played a little with her hair, twisting and curling it with her pale fingers. “When they destroyed the last standing statue of Policletus, I got angry. I couldn’t confront those who had destroyed the statue because they were for a powerful coven. One day I was crying in the library when Caius’s found me. From the moment he saw my tears, I could see and feel rage growing inside of him. I told him the whole story, and then the following day he left with Aro by his side. they returned one month later, the coven who had destroyed the statue had been slaughtered.”.
You were speechless. Of course you have understood that Caius was full of anger and potentially a very dangerous being, but you never thought he could be triggered by such a little matter.
You looked at Athenodora, who was shaking a little bit. “Hey, Dora, as you said they were a powerful coven, you would have conquered then anyway”. She smiled a little and turned her head towards you. “Maybe not as violently as Caius and Aro did in the end”. You shrugged. “There’s no point in "maybes” and “ifs”, Dora".
“It was the first time I got scared by Caius’s reaction”. She confessed. “He did it because you were hurt, it’s understandable” you responded, and she appeared happy with this reply.
“Thank you Y/N, this was a nice talk”. You smiled. “Anytime, Dora, anytime”.