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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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How Do You Feel About the Parking Lot? (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: language, drinking, angst, fluff

You were excited at first. Very excited. You showed off your ring to everyone and gushed over the fact that you were engaged. And while you were still wearing his mom's engagement ring, it was becoming obvious to Bradley that things were not quite as they should be.

"Hey," he said softly as he walked into the kitchen. It was exactly nine weeks ago that he'd proposed in the dining room and you'd happily accepted that ring that glittered on your finger right now. But tonight you just mumbled something at him without looking up from your computer where you sat at the island. It was nearly midnight on Friday, and he would have given anything for you to start planning this wedding with him. "Are you coming to bed soon? I thought we could talk about potential wedding dates."

"Oh," you replied without looking up at him. "I'm still putting this presentation together."

Bradley sighed. "Baby Girl, you've been working nonstop for weeks. I just want... a little bit of your time." He wanted a lot of things, actually. Like a long snuggle on the couch while you and he watched a movie, or a soak in the tub together. He'd love a blowjob or pinning your hands above your head while he slammed you into the bed. But mostly he'd love to plan his wedding to you, because more than anything, he wanted to get married this year. And it was already late September.

You glanced up at him and adjusted your glasses. "How about tomorrow? I really need to get this done before my work trip."

"Sure," he whispered before pecking you on the cheek and heading off to climb into bed alone.

But it only got worse from there. You worked all weekend. On Monday, you didn't come home until seven o'clock. Tuesday was eight o'clock. By Wednesday, he wasn't sure if you were even eating or sleeping any longer. And worse yet, you were leaving for Annapolis in a few days. Bradley wouldn't even see you for a week. Not that he really saw you now, he supposed.

He ate a bowl of cereal for dinner before sinking down onto the couch with Tramp and a bottle of scotch. He turned on Real Housewives, but he wasn't really watching it. He took a sip, and it burned. But the next one didn't. And neither did the one after that. He started to feel better. But he'd stop when you got home.

Another episode started, but it still wasn't holding his attention the way you would have, and that's when he realized it was once again seven o'clock, and you still weren't home. When his phone rang, he sloshed some of the alcohol onto his tee shirt reaching for it, and he was praying it was you calling to tell him you were on your way home.

He pressed his lips together and then took a deep breath before he answered. "Hi, mom."

"Bradley! I haven't heard from the two of you in days! How's your lovely fiancée? And Tramp?"

The dog must have heard her voice through the phone, because he perked right up. But Bradley couldn't answer with anything other than a raspy, "Fine."

The line went silent. "Are you sick? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom," he lied. "How are you? How's dad?"

"Well, I went to lunch with Brenda, and I got the scoop on all of her kids. And your dad needs hearing aids, but he keeps arguing with me about it. Maybe you can talk some sense into him, if he can even hear you."

"Okay," he replied, realizing the room had started spinning when he leaned back against the couch.

"Bradley, are you drunk?"

How could she possibly tell? His own wife-to-be couldn't seem to see what was going on, but Carole could tell by his voice from almost three thousand miles away. "I'm... fine, mom. I need to take Tramp for a walk. I love you and dad. Bye."

Then he ended the call, because he could feel tears in his eyes. And when you got home at nine, he was already asleep.

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You needed to go to happy hour with your boss and coworkers on Friday, but you really didn't want to. You'd been pulling twelve hour days, and you were so exhausted, you just wanted to climb into bed with Bradley and sleep until you left for Maryland on a Saturday night red eye flight. You also really needed to tell him that he had to lay off the wedding planning until you finished this work project. It was just a few months of all these extra hours, and you desperately wanted to be promoted.

Your plan was to stop home quickly and change out of your uniform before heading back out with everyone to celebrate that fact that you were going to present your research at the Naval Academy. When you pulled into the driveway in your shitty, little red car, the Bronco was already there. But when you looked around the house for Bradley, you didn't immediately see him. But then you heard his voice through the open sliding glass door. He was sitting on the back patio in just his gym shorts with his back to the door and a half empty bottle of scotch set on his knee.

His voice sounded miserable as he said, "I tried, mom. She just... doesn't seem to want to. I don't know what I did wrong."

You froze in place. He had to be talking about you. Embarrassment and sadness filled you as you listened to what he said next.

"I really wanted to get married this year."

You ran down the hallway to the bedroom as you fought off your tears. You had to get changed and go right now while you still could. In another week, you'd have a little more time to talk to him about the fact that you couldn't plan a wedding and get married in the next three months with your current schedule.

You left the house again without talking to him, but he was still sitting on the patio on the phone. And when he dropped you off at the airport the following evening, he didn't seem to want to let you go as he whispered, "I love you, Sweetheart," and ran his thumb along your ring.

"I love you too, Roo. I'll be home in a week, and then we can talk about maybe planning a wedding for next year?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "If that's what you want."

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When you landed in Maryland on Sunday morning, you were still exhausted and looking forward to crashing until your presentation on Monday. But Carole called you when you were at the baggage claim, and you knew you had to answer. A guilty feeling was about to eat you alive as you put on a bubbly voice and said, "Hi!"

"Have you arrived in Annapolis?" she asked straightaway, and you sighed because at least she didn't sound angry with you.

"I did," you told her softly. "Still at the airport."

"Perfect," she replied. "I'll leave now, and I'll be there in less than fours hours, and we can go get lunch."

You were so stunned, you watched your bag go past without realizing you needed to pick it up. "You're going to drive up from Virginia?" you asked her slowly.

"Yes. I'm grabbing my keys right now. Bye, Goose! I'll be back later!" You listened to her call out to her husband, and then a few seconds later, you heard a door close and a car start. She was actually going to drive up here.

"Oh, okay," you muttered, pressing your lips together, embarrassed about where you'd left things with her son. "I'll... see you in a few hours."

You managed to take a short, restless nap while you waited for Carole to arrive. You changed into a simple dress and put on some makeup, but you didn't really feel any better until you met her at a restaurant in the city. She rushed down the sidewalk toward you with a bright smile on her face. "My sweet girl!" she called out, wrapping you up in a hug next to a few tables full of people enjoying their lunch outside. "It's been too long." She kissed your cheek and started to lead you inside.

"Thanks for driving all the way up here," you told her, not bothering to fight the smile tugging your lips. She was absolute sunshine, and it was pointless to try to resist it. "You didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense," she said as the two of you made your way to a booth. "I wanted to see my future daughter-in-law."

You nodded and enjoyed some pleasant conversation. She told you all about Goose's appointment with an audiologist and about Brenda's kids. And after you finished your avocado toast and bowl of soup, she said, "Now, I think we should talk about what's really important."

Her voice wasn't unkind, and she was still smiling softly, but you knew what was coming as you whispered, "Okay."

Carole reached across the table and took your hand gently in hers. "I know you're smart and independent. And I also know that's part of why Bradley loves you so much. You don't need him. He's not offering you anything you can't get on your own or with someone else. You chose him, because you want him." Tears started to fill your eyes, and you had to swallow against the lump in your throat. "And he just wants you to be happy, so he would never tell you to your face that you're hurting him."

You tried to speak, but you just made a pathetic sound and started to sob. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't," she replied softly, squeezing your hand. "I know you're not trying to. But I think you need to tell him once and for all that you don't want to get married this year so he can finally get used to the idea of waiting a bit."

You buried your face in your free hand. Why were you trying to push it off anyway? It's not like you really cared where you got married or what the two of you were wearing. Planning some sort of huge celebration was not something you wanted to spend your time doing. You wanted to be with Bradley exactly as you were right now, just with two more rings and a certificate involved.

When you looked up at Carole, you whispered, "I don't really think I actually want to wait. And I don't want you to hate me either."

"No," she gasped, standing and coming to sit next to your on your side of the booth. She kissed your tear streaked cheek and whispered, "I could never, my sweet darling girl. I think you just need to talk to Bradley, okay? Can you promise me you'll give him a few hours of your full attention? And maybe let him know how much he still means to you?"

"Yes," you croaked, and you let her hold you as you cried.

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The week without you was kind of miserable. Bradley managed to dump the rest of the bottle of scotch at Carole's urging over the phone. And he did notice that she and Goose started calling with a bit more frequency which he didn't really mind. But the best part was that fact that you called him every night before you went to bed.

Every time he answered your calls, his heart thundered in his chest. And as soon as he called you Sweetheart, he could practically hear you smiling through the phone. "I can't wait to pick you up on Friday," he said over and over. If he just felt like he mattered to you again, then he could wait until next year to get married. That was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.

But when he met you in baggage claim at San Diego International late on Friday night, he was so surprised, he could barely speak. You ran for him with a garment bag in your arms, but you let it fall to the floor when you reached him. "Roo," you moaned as soon as you were in his grasp. "I missed you so much." You kissed him deeply. "I just got off the phone with your mom again. And I didn't tell you before, but I went to see my friend Caleb a few days ago," you said as you smirked.

"The tattoo artist?" he asked as he kissed your cheek fifteen times. When you nodded he asked, "What's in the garment bag?"

"My wedding dress."

"Holy shit." He scooped it up off the floor and held it tight. "You bought a dress?" he asked, trying to hold you and the garment bag both to his chest at the same time.

"Yes," you told him matter-of-factly as you tugged him toward the exit while you kissed his lips. "How do you feel about getting married in the parking lot in two months?"

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deathbyathousandspiders · 2 years ago

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Hi elle! I was wondering if you could do some angst in where reader is tony's daughter but shes the forgotten one and tony shows a lot of affection to peter and one day she just loses it. Its ok if you don't want to.

Stay safe and drink water!

i’ve never felt so motivated to write something–

content warnings (18+) — immense swearing, mentions of insecurity and negative outlook, yelling, author possibly projecting?, maybe too many italicized words/phrases.

✨masterlist✨.

3.5k.

You knew your dad loved you. He had to. He said it to you a million times before, and made it a point to remind you of it once a day. However, there were moments nowadays where you began to question it. You didn’t really question whether he loved you or not, but rather, whether he loved Peter Parker more than you.

Tony had referred to Peter as the son he’d never had. He’d taken Peter on retreats and to expos when he hadn’t taken you out on a trip since you were nine years old. He’d bought things for Peter, and fixed things for Peter, and every meme or video or cat picture you found on the internet to show to your father would automatically get the response: “send that to me, i want to show it to Peter.”

Peter this and Peter that. It sent you into a spiral of insecurity that you’d never known existed. You truly felt like Tony was trying to tell you something subliminally. You tried to drown yourself in coursework, go to engineering camps, and help out with the Avengers just to try and gain a better understanding of their bond. Of what you lacked. Nothing seemed to help. It jabbed at your feelings like a knife to the back, presumably left by Peter Parker himself.

And the worst part? You’d never even met the guy. You’d never been introduced to Peter Parker, despite how many times Tony mentioned the fact that he’d “love for you two to meet,” and “you two would get along great.” Yeah, sure. And he’s probably some gross ass dude with an untamed beard in his mid–twenties that your father took pity on. So much pity, in fact, that he’d invited Peter to stay over for the weekend in your penthouse apartment.

Fantastic.

It was such a sudden proposition, and a last second invite, but it happened. And Tony insisted, despite every protest you attempted to give, that you’d both greet him in the lobby.

So when you were face to face with a surprisingly attractive boy your age who had the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen and barely packed a duffel bag, you were thrown off your rocker. You hardly had the composure to speak. Thus, your father did for you, smiling wider than you’d ever seen him smile before.

He was barely showing teeth, but you hadn’t seen your father this excited about something in a while. “Kid, this is my daughter, Y/N.” He stated proudly, grasping Peter’s shoulder as he started introductions. “And sweetheart,” Tony addressed you, turning his full focus to you as he gave Peter’s introduction. “This is Peter Parker.”

There was something about him that caused for you to detest him. It wasn’t seen on his clothes, or in his eyes. It wasn’t dangling in the tension between you, or whispered through his silent stares, but it was there. Perhaps, it came from the depths of your subconscious, and the land of your imagination. You shoved that proposition deeper into your subconscious, too.

Because you were certain that you had a hatred for Peter Parker, and his little staycation with the Stark’s would prove it.

The first night was fine. Your dad didn’t make you do any activities together, thank God, but he did surprise you with the news that he had to leave the next morning for a last second Avengers emergency. He didn’t know when he’d be back, but Tony assigned you and Peter with the task of rewiring a circuit board in his lab before he returned.

Being the daughter of Tony Stark, you’d taken the initiative to finish the project yourself. It was your house, anyways. It was a request that your father had made to you, so you intended to do it. You just hated the fact that Peter persisted in being with you in the room while you finished it. You hated the silence he left in the room, and the way he kept checking over your shoulder. God, you just hated him. You were sure of it.

You could feel his presence watching over your hands as they worked. You could feel the weight of his judgment, his breath catching in hesitation. You could smell the fumes of his cologne, and the aroma of his hair products. It was infuriating. It was pressuring. It felt mocking, taunting.

He stepped closer, hands reaching over to where yours were tinkering, yet they didn’t dare to touch your project. “A–actually, you should move the circuit focus closer to the–”

The audacity he had to question you. The nerve he struck with his comment, it filled you with rage.

Wrench and wire were thrown to the table, clanking and clamoring as they caved to gravity’s pull. Their sound was the only thing keeping you and Peter from shared silence. The shared silence of your anger. You turned your head to look at him, hoping that you weren’t physically exhaling flames like you imagined you were.

“Can you just.. not?” The question almost came out as a laugh. You nearly laughed, in disbelief that Peter Parker thought he had any say in how you built a robotic contraption. “Can you just fucking not?”

Walls had been building up inside you, livid and rageful feelings clouding your judgment as you glared at him. You couldn’t see just how shocked he was, thrown off at your irritation. You couldn’t see how puzzled he was, or panicked that he’d done something to upset you so much. You just stared into the eyes of what felt like your replacement. You felt empty, worthless, as your figure reflected back at you through the glistening of his eyes.

“Can I not what? Did I– Did I upset you?” Just the sound of his voice crawled beneath your skin. It felt worse than the sleek of humidity, or nails on a chalkboard. It sounded teasing, coy.

It was the final straw.

Nails dug into your palm as your hands formed fists. One fist pressed to your forehead, almost speaking as a warning to tell you to keep composure, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t fucking stand it anymore. “Can you stop being so fucking perfect all the time?” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

There were several things that you’d been wanting to say to Peter Parker. You’d wanted to tell him off for a long time, but you’d never gotten the chance. Now, you’d given yourself the opportunity to let the floodgates open and your tongue run wild.

“You’re always making shit competitive and iT’S NOT OKAY. It’s not my fault that my own father loves yOU MORE THAN ME! Doesn’t mean you have to fucking rub it in my face every gODDAMN FUCKING HOUR!!” God, this felt good. “You can just do my job for me!! Fucking move into my rOOM at this point, Tony won’t know the difference!!” You scoffed, “In fact, he’d probably be tHRILLED that you FINALLY REPLACED ME!!”

Peter Parker blinked a few times at you. His mouth hung agape, too scared to say anything and interrupt what looked like things you had been needing to say. The look infuriated you.

“Build the circuit board by your goddamn fucking self and leave me the fuck alone!!” And as you made the final statement, you turned to make your leave. The subtle breeze caught your face, and you felt the air hit your cheeks cold; you hadn’t noticed that you’d started crying.

You also hadn’t noticed the fact that your dad entered the room. You froze dead in your tracks at the sight of him, tears brimming your eyes again when you saw how upset he looked.

Shit.

It wasn’t your intention for him to hear all of that, but you couldn’t take back the truth once it’d gotten out. You took a staggered breath, choking back a sob as you rushed out. You didn’t know which hurt more: to hear your father’s footsteps tread further from you, or to hear him ask Peter about what was happening rather than you directly.

Either way, it was an added punch right to the gut.

It felt like ten minutes of sobbing in your room went by before a knock was placed on your door. You were about to answer, but you weren’t given the chance; your father opened the door as soon as he’d placed the knock, a solemn look coating his face as he looked at you from the doorframe. It was a solemn look that resembled disappointment.

He was disappointed in you.

Your dad was disappointed that you’d blown a fuse in front of your house guest. Disappointed that you’d ruined your chance at a good first impression. Disappointed that you’d shown such weakness. He was disappointed that you didn’t meet his expectations. He was disappointed in you for not making his honorary son feel more welcomed. Your father was disappointed in you for fucking it all up. You could tell.

Tony took careful steps towards your bed, sitting next to you as you stifled your sobs down a bit. “Do.. You want to talk about what happened back there?” His tone was softer than you’d anticipated for someone who was disappointed in you. It almost sounded apologetic, sympathetic; you were certain that your mind was reaching for a false reality.

A sniffle caught your breath as you looked at him, fresh tears framing your face. “How much of that did you hear?” You were almost too scared to ask, but you needed to know. You had to know which bit of air to clear first.

“All of it.” Tony started, “From the part where you asked Peter not to be so fucking perfect all the time..” His tone got a little sharper, almost witty. It sounded like he was trying to make humor of your meltdown. As though he were trying to find a way to cheer you up, or tell you to grow up and get over yourself. You couldn’t tell.

You averted eye contact for a moment, trying not to blow up again. Luckily, most of the anger in your system was boiling down to melancholia. Your tears ran rivers down your face as you tried to find the words to say. “I just don’t understand..” You started, keeping your voice from breaking.

Every speck of humor fled from his face at how upset you were getting. Tony’s brows pressed together, graveness and concern bleeding through his tone of voice. “Don’t understand what, honey?” The gentleness of his tone reminded you of when he’d comfort you in childhood. It took you back to when he’d snapped at you and wanted to apologize, or when you’d scraped your knee and he rushed to patch you up. It started to ease the narrative in your head that Tony was angry with you for your little tantrum.

“I, uh.. I don’t—” A shaky breath cut you off. You weren’t sure how to communicate this feeling lightly. It’d been bottled up and growing inside you for a couple months now. You knew you’d have to tell him at some point, you just despised how raw it was. It was pure vulnerability. “I don’t understand what I did to not be good enough–” You couldn’t even get through the sentence before your lip quivered.

That was when Tony looked at you like the entire world shattered. His entire world shattered. The disappointment flooded his expression once again, but it hit you that it was never directed at you — Tony was disappointed in himself. His eyes held the weight of failing as a father, of making you feel this rejected. He failed by making you feel rejected in the first place. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a suffocating hug; you weren’t sure if he’d ever actually be able to let go of it, yet it was the kind of hug you didn’t want to part from. A hug that shielded you from the entire world.

His lips pressed to your temple, along with a few stray tears he couldn’t catch beforehand. It was rare to catch your father tearful, yet you seemed to lower that guard when you started the conversation. He held you close, letting you cry out the feelings you’d locked away for so long.

“Y/N, you’re more than enough..” He lulled, voice breaking ever so slightly, “It’s my fault you ever felt like you weren’t..” His words were everything you’d hoped to hear. You’d began to believe the possibility that actually hearing them wasn’t actuality. This insecurity had driven you beyond wild, to the point where you believed that your father’s intentions were pinned against you.

They never were.

Tony held you in his arms for the next hour, letting you talk out your growing anxiety. You talked about everything from your fomo towards their retreats and trips, to how thrown off you were that Peter was your age.

“I actually think you two would make a cute couple.” Tony started, laughing at how quick you were to throw a punch at his bicep. The melancholy had worn off both of you, and the room started to fill with laughter. “I’m serious!” Tony threw his arms up to mock defeat before changing the topic a little. “But really, I think he wants to apologize to you for what happened.”

Your face drew a blank, mixing shock and confusion as you blinked at your father a few times. “Parker wants to apologize to me? For my meltdown?”

A shrug caught in your father’s posture. “You two are more similar than you think, hon.” His tone was light and sincere as he chuckled, quietly, “You both put the weight of other people’s mistakes on your shoulders.” His words draped a blanket of guilt over your body. Your own words from said meltdown began to replay through your brain like a broken record; the blame you’d thrown at Peter was wrongfully served.

You knew you needed to apologize.

After rebuilding trust with your father, and mentally rehearsing how to apologize to Peter, you made your way across the apartment to the guest room.

The door was already open, and gave you the perfect view of Peter seated on the edge of the bed. He was reading, fidgeting fingers at the edge of his pages, and chocolate curls shadowing his focused expression.

Now that you’d been able to release the steam of your self–consciousness, you realized that hatred wasn’t the actual feeling you had towards Peter; it was envy. And once you had talked things out with your father, the clouds of your judgment cleared from your vision and you could finally see Peter Parker for who he really was: a boy. A boy your age who needed a place to crash for the weekend.

You felt guilty for interrupting his reading, but at this point, the feeling was a tiny speck to add to your growing pile of culpability. The knock was gentle, and immediately pulled his eyes to meet yours.

“Mind if I come in for a minute?” You had to croak the words out, but still managed to keep a softness to your tone. You didn’t want to yell at him again, or come across like you were about to.

The look he gave you wasn’t one you weren’t expecting; he eyed you like he’d committed an unforgivable crime, or like you’d break if he didn’t hold you together. It gave you reassurance that this apology definitely needed to come out sooner than later.

Peter book–marked his place without looking, keeping his stare fixed on you while he nodded. “Please,” He gestured to the foot of the bed beside him, “Sit. I– uh, I was planning to find you and see if you were alright, but I didn’t want to interrupt your space.”

As you sat down beside him, a smile touched your lips at how thoughtful he was. “I appreciate that, but I–I owe you an apology, Peter..” You never broke your eye contact, but the look in your eyes grew more urgent, pleading. “I am so sorry for speaking to you that way, and–”

You cut yourself off at the sight of Peter waving his hands in dismissal. He mirrored the look in your eyes, “No, Y/N, I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. I don’t want you to feel like I’m here to replace you.” His words held a direness that yours should have. Your dad was right, Peter really was putting the gravity of this into his hands.

To stop his spiral, you touched his arm for a minute, “Peter, that wasn’t your fault. It was mine for assuming and unloading all of that shit onto you. And I’m sorry for that.”

His eyes alone begged you to let him win the argument. “I still could have–”

You cut him off, “Peter, it’s not your fault.” You tried to emphasize your point, noticing the way he read your expression. His eyes scanned every inch of your face, searching for what looked like a sign of your uncertainty. His lips parted to contribute his side of the argument, but one look from you shut his trap pretty quickly.

Peter’s shoulder’s eased, but his eyes still glistened with ambition. He wanted you to understand his perspective a little. “Did your dad tell you how nervous I was to meet you?”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. Your eyes widened a little, shaking your head in response. Peter Parker? Nervous to meet you? The way your dad talked about him didn’t set him up to be that way. Of course, seeing him in front of you changed your perception a little. “No, he didn’t.” You were honest.

He wet his lips, parting them with the warmest smile you’d ever set your eyes on. The laugh that spilt from them was melodic, laced with a bit of nerves. He rubbed a muscle on the back of his neck, suddenly choking up. “Yeah, I was pretty nervous.” His brow arched slightly, complimenting his grin photogenically. “I was nervous ‘cause Mister Stark’s always talking the world to me about his amazing daughter.” Peter’s smile grew in your direction, stirring a hurricane of butterflies through your stomach.

It felt like the two of you were in the midst of a staring contest; though, instead of the intense anticipation glistening in each other’s eyes, you mutually stared at each other in security. You’d both had the immense pressure of making good impressions toward the other on your shoulders.

Peter repositioned himself on the bed, now seated facing you. His legs were crossed beneath him, his knee a hair from touching yours. “You, Y/N, are not only his greatest accomplishment, but you’re his best friend.” His words spread like butter over every worry you’d had, melting away that crippling insecurity with it. “I think he wants to be you when he grows up.”

The laughs that bubbled up your throat brought attention to the tears brimming your eyes. You blinked them away, mirroring Peter’s earnest expression. “I can tell why my dad’s always talking about you.” You told him, “And here I was thinking you’d be some old ass dude living in his mother’s basement, but here we are.”

“And here I was thinking you wouldn’t be drop–dead gorgeous.” His cheeks were ablaze with crimson, sending a pink glow of your own to your complexion. “But, here we are.”

Your smile grew, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “Alright, casanova. Save it for the love letters.” It felt nice to share laughter like this with Peter. You were glad that you gave him a second chance. Not breaking eye contact, you slid off the bed and rose to your feet. “I’ll let you get back to your reading”

Peter watched you get up to go, looking a little disappointed. You were almost surprised, but likewise, both you and Peter hid the honesty of your feelings behind the curtains of a smile.

“You don’t have to. You could stay if you want.” He started, but a look flashed behind his eyes that was rather telling; he seemed to panic over his eagerness for your company. “Unless you don’t want to–”

Biting the inside of your cheek hurt, but it was the only way to hide how wide your smile grew. “I’d love to, but I need to finish that circuit board.” And thus, the idea struck you. “You doing anything later though?”

His brows pressed together in a curious way. “Not really. You planning something?”

“Yeah. My dad and I usually have movie nights tonight.” You took paces backwards towards the door, but stalled from the moment you’d have to part ways. “You should join us! It’s my turn to pick.”

The sight of his dimples made you realize just how much you’d grown fond of his smile. It was already getting difficult to leave his presence; you knew if you didn’t leave now, you probably never would.

“Well, then you better pick a good one, just for me.” He challenged. You’d make it your goal to satisfy his request.

If even possible, it felt like your grin grew. “I plan to.”

And that said, the three of you met in the home–theater and watched Jurassic Park together. You had Tony on your left geeking out over the CGI technology from the 80s, and Peter on his left geeking out about how accurate the movie was from the book. It made your film decision that much better. It also was the best movie night you’d had in a long while.

Perhaps your dad was right: you and Peter Parker really would get along great.

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lime1991 · 1 year ago

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those mlp infection aus on tiktok have been alright but heres my idea to consider:

the main characters of the au are the cmc. theyre not the lone survivors, and heres why: the infection almost entirely affects adults. this is just like a book i read in 5th grade, thats where im stealing this from.

Applebloom is the self appointed leader, shes best at foraging for food and growing it as well as building re-enforcements for the shelter (which is the clubhouse. it's higher up so they dont have to worry about most infected ponies reaching them.)

Scootaloo is the defender of the base as well as the group in general. shes the one who handles the weapons and is first to sacrifice herself for her friends to get to safety. She says its because he doesnt want to hold them back due to her disability, they tell her she doesnt have to think like that. but its hard not to.

Sweetie Belle is... not all there. sometimes she forgets the apocalypse has happened and that most of her loved ones are dead. Scootaloo and Applebloom take turns sleeping during the night to make sure someone is always lookout. that, and they can't risk Sweetie Belle unknowingly walking into the dark trying to get home.

Partially inspired by one of the best animes ive ever seen: School Live, Scootaloo and Applebloom sometimes, when Sweetie is having an episode, pretend everything is normal. Is the most they can do for their friend, who is clearly so traumatized that her brain blocks out the reality of their situation. Sometimes, Applebloom wishes that could happen to her.

When the infection started, it slowly took over the elderly first. Granny Smith got sick, fast. Big Mac and Applejack took care of her, but only a few days later she would turn into some kid of monstrous creature. Big Mac did the unspeakable act of putting her out of her misery.

Sweetie Bell was sent to go live with Rarity while her mother was sick. Her father began to feel ill too, and didn't want her to get herself and her friends at school sick as well. She could hear over the phone the conversations her sister and father had. How mom was getting worse, how dad was getting worse. How they stopped calling altogether.

A couple days into the widespread sickness, Scootaloo's aunts took a trip to the store to stock up on groceries just incase a quarantine was issued. They were gone for hours. They were gone for days. They never came back. Eventually, Scootaloo traveled outside of her home by herself, and could never return.

Once Big Mac and Applejack started showing signs of illness, Applejack spoke to cousins in other places wondering if they would be able to let Applebloom stay with them a while. But just like everyone in Ponyville, they were experiencing the same issue. At one point, Fluttershy agreed to watch Applebloom until AJ and Big Mac started to feel better.

After hearing that Fluttershy graciously took in Applebloom, Rarity sent Sweetie Belle off to her the moment she started to cough. She didn't want Sweetie to see her like that. She didn't want her to get sick either, and in fact, she probably transported it from their parents house and into Rarity's. That made Rarity angry. Her last words to Sweetie were about how upset she was that she'd brought the illness to her.

Scootaloo went to Fluttershy herself. She couldn't find Rainbow Dash, so she settled for the next best pony. She was shocked to see her friends had been there themselves the past few days. Scootaloo only managed to stay a few hours, because during the night the crusaders awoke to a crash in another room. Upon investigation they saw Fluttershy hunched over a broken glass. There was blood on the floor.

They went to comfort her, but she wasn't herself any longer. When she turned to face them it already looked like she'd been ravened by the infection. She was so hungry. Why couldn't the jar just open? She was so... hungry. Before she could even stand back up, the crusaders grabbed their things and fled to the only place they knew they'd be safe. The clubhouse.

#my little pony #mlp #mlpfim #mlp infection au #applebloom #scootaloo #sweetie belle #cutie mark crusaders #infection au #apocalypse au #ive made myself giddy thinking about this. i need to draw up some concept designs.

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I'm Stressin'

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~synopsis~ A concerned BlackFemPre-school teacher x Idol! Daddy Cheol. She was trying to contact Cheol about his kid Nabi's bad grades, only to find out he's a busy man.

Word Count- likeee abttt 8k?

~Warnings~ There's boutta be some toe-curling smut in dis bitch. Size kink! Unprotected sex. WRAP IT UP FOLKS! Praise kink! will be referred to as she/her, calls her cutie, and dimples.

"Alright! Kids file line! Recess is starting!" The kids started to line up in a single filed line. Of course, my wonderful line leader Duho was at it again, usually quiet and reserved.

The complete opposite was true for... my favorite student. Nabi. She was quiet too, but she had her loud moments. She was sensitive, kind, creative, and had a knack for thinking outside the box.

She had attention issues though. She would get antsy, and when she got stressed she'd quietly get up and pace the room.

Apart of me is happy I gave her an environment to safely feel an outlet, but it was still upsetting.

I could tell that recently she was going through some stuff because her grades, which were always low, started dropping even lower. She would go through this seasonally, and every time she did, I would help her through it.

This time felt a little different though, she seemed sad. I can't have my girl sad.

The children filed out the classroom one by one after the bell, and I asked Nabi to stay back.

"Hi sweetie? How you been doing?" She rocked in the chair with a bright smile. She had dimples just like me. I never knew how cute they were until I saw it on her.

"Ms. L/N... I'm stressin'!" I laughed. She learned that phrase from me. I'd use it on the kids when they'd start to get overwhelming.

"Well tell me about it." She poked her lip out into a cute pout. "My daddy left for a business trip." I let out a half smile, "It's making you sad, huh?" She nodded. Those big doe eyes hadn't left mine since she started talking.

She confessed, "I think Daddy is mad at me." I raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?" She took a deep breath, "Because school is hard!" I laughed, "Let me tell you something," I relaxed better in my chair, "School isn't meant for a lot of people. Some things don't make sense. But, your job is to find what make sense, for you."

Nabi nodded as response. She hated my lectures, a fun fact about her. She would always daydream off to the clouds. I filled the silence, "Go enjoy your recess."

She ran off smiling. "Thank you Ms. L/N." I waved and watched her run off.

The silence in the room took over, and I could finally do my work. I heated up my lunch and walked to my desk. I had my spoon in my mouth while I read the emails from the principal.

I rolled my eyes at his new policies I had no care for.

I moved on to grading worksheets. Again, Duho, straight A student. His work was always organized and correct. Next page, Jin-young, great work. Next page, Suho, mid tier, but the effort was there. Next page, Nabi...

I looked at the empty sheet. There was a tear on the sheet of paper.

Was she really that stressed about the work?

I moved onto my computer to quickly call the parents. I wanted to make sure my baby was okay. I called to hear the ring go through once. Then, it turned off.

Her dad must be in a meeting or something.

The next day in class, Nabi hadn't showed up at all. There was a pit in my stomach, something felt off. I went through my lessons, and let the kids go off to recess as I called the emergency contact number.

First ring, and an answer. The voice was deep. Unexpectedly deep. It sounded smooth, and in the background I could hear cheering.

Is he partying?

"Yes? Who's calling?" I cleared my throat, "Uhm, sorry! Yes, this is Nabi's teacher, Ms. L/N... I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with her. She's not at school."

There was silence, except, I heard him heavy breathing.

He was definitely partying. Erm, what type of funky ass father is at party?

"Yeah. Her nanny decided to let her stay in, I agreed. I'm not home right now, so she usually gets upset about it."

Yeah but you're leaving her alone for months on end.

"Understandable. Well, you have a good day sir." I could hear the smile in his voice, "We should have a meeting about her grades."

Oh, so he's heard my voicemails and countless emails about asking him for a meeting. Perfect!

"We should..." The phone call ended awkwardly. The way he worded that phrase... it sounded like he was excited to see me.

Seungcheol's POV

"Another day, another slay!" I laughed at my younger bro Dino. He learned that from Shua. I have no clue what it means.

Speaking of English, one day my kid came home and told, 'she was stressin', and I've been curious about what exactly her teacher has been teaching her.

"Shut up Dino." I threw off my shirt, and switched to some different clothes. Seokmin slid next to me, "How's my favorite niece?" I shrugged unbothered, "She's been upset that I've been gone, but nothing unusual."

I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down. "Someone's thirsty." Seungkwan added, "For his daughter's teacher." I spit my water out, and it came out my nose.

"What the fuck!" Vernon' eyes widened. I coughed, "Shut up Kwannie." He laughed while pointing at me manically, "I caught him scrolling through her instagram!"

Jihoon looked at me disgusted, "Really? your daughter's teacher?" I rolled my eyes, "I saw a school post, and my daughter was in it..." Shua asked with his eyes squinted and a smirk, "How'd you end up on her page though?" Joshua pulled off his shirt between words to throw another one on.

"I clicked on her, and her at came up! That's all! I wanted to see if she had any photos of the classroom or something...." Seugkwan rolled his eyes, "Sureee buddy..." I scoffed, "Close your mouth!"

He saw the seriousness go through my eyes and let out a nervous chuckle. "Yes sir."

Y/N's POV

Weeks had passed since our phone conversation. I didn't expect him to actually reach out. I figured he'd be too busy partying. But he did. the notification popped up while I was teaching my kids.

Mr. Choi

This is Nabi's father. I can't do calls, I can only text periodically throughout the day.

Ms. L/N

Alright, well when do you wanna start?

Mr. Choi

Don't you have class?

Ms. L/N

There in lunch, what's up?

Mr. Choi

That made me laugh. You wanted to talk about grades?

Ms. L/N

Oh, yes! Finally

Mr. Choi

Finally...?

Ms. L/N

Yes, finally. She's doing horribly in school, the only class she's good at is Art.😁

Mr. Choi

A blunt way to describe my daughter's academic skills.

Ms. L/N

Yeah well it's true. Has she been doing the homework?

Mr. Choi

I think so?

Ms. L/N

I'm sorry? You think so...?!

This is her father right?

Mr. Choi

Ha ha

I've been busy

Ms. L/N

The girl thinks your mad at her

Mr. Choi

Hm? She talks to you?

Ms. L/N

Duh! I'm her teacher

Mr. Choi

These messages are getting less and less professional

Ms. L/N

Good. I've been wanting to give you a stern talking too for a while.

You need to be more present in her life, that's your only job as a father.

I mean I don't even wanna know where her mom is for you to be the only reliable parent!

Mr. Choi

She's dead

Ms. L/N

OH MY GOSH! I'm so sorry sir, I got too carried away!

Mr. Choi

It's cool. We'll talk again soon.

I moved away from my phone a little embarrassed.

Holy shit, my big mouth has made me look like an asshole.

I had my music playing in the background, Collision by Stray Kids. I loved this song more than my own mother, and I never met her!

I painted quietly to myself humming along to the soft melody. I hadn't had time to just paint. Relax, and paint.

I bit my lip, and backed away from my painting to make sure everything was centered. I bit my lip as my music was abruptly ended by the ring of my phone.

I wiped my hands and picked up the phone. I put it on speaker, and put it back on my stool.

"Hello?" The deep voice answered back, "Hello? This is Nabi's father, I had time to call." I rolled my eyes, "This is a very unprofessional time to call me." He laughed softly, "Well, mentioning my dead ex fiancé wasn't professional." I said, "It's been two weeks of me apologizing about that. It won't mean much if I keep doing it."

His deep laugh came through the phone again. It sounded so sexy. Every time I made him laugh, I got goosebumps. I felt like a stand-up comedian.

"Your calls are getting too casual now." He said absentmindedly, "What do you mean?" I laughed, "We talked about Nabi's grades last week." Choi huffed, "And what's the progress this week?"

She had been doing really well. Like so well that it doesn't even look like her hand writing.

"You're letting her cheat." He said childishly, "Nu-uh. You can't prove that." I rolled my eyes putting the paint into the water. "What's that noise in the background? What are you doing?"

I answered simply, "Painting." There was silence before Choi said, "Is it unprofessional to ask for you to send me pics?" I smiled, "Yeah, it would. But I'm flattered."

Comfortable silence took the room. I guess he could hear the sounds of my painting through the phone.

He said, "Well, I'll call or text you tomorrow. Enjoy your painting. Goodnight Y/N."

He didn't wait for my goodbye. He just hung up.

My eyes widened as I processed what just happened.

Did he just call me by my first name?

As another week went by, I was met with Nabi running into the classroom excitedly. "Ms. L/N!" She ran to give me a hug, "GUESS WHAT?!" Her small body hugged onto my leg. She was so tiny compared to all the other kids too.

"What am I guessing?"

"My daddy is coming back tomorrow!"

Oh, me and him were talking about a meeting for Wednesday.

"AND SO ARE MY 12 UNCLES!"

I'm sorry? 12 UNCLES?! Her grandma's were getting busy.

"Really, odd of him to come back on a Tuesday." She raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry about it. I'm happy for you! Does this mean you'll pay attention in class."

Her doe eyes softened as she shook her head. She was so good at using her puppy dog eyes.

I can only imagine how adorable her mom was. Mr. Choi seems like the type to like cuter girls...I'm not on the cuter side though... at least I don't think so. Would he like me when he saw me? EW! WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!?

"AHEM! Okay, today class, we're going to be talking about family members." The class focused up as I handed out a work sheet. "Ms. L/N? Do you have any family?"

I thought whether I should trauma dump to a bunch of four year olds, or keep quiet.

"Maybe some of you will relate, since you all act like them. But I'm what you call an orphan." Duho pouted, "You don't have a mommy and daddy?"

I shook my head, "Nope," I popped the P. Nabi raised her hand, "How did you grow up all alone? I need my nanny for everything."

"I lived in different people's homes until, they put me in a group home, and I made my own family."

Everyone seemed so fascinated, "What about a boyfriend?" The girls in my class gasped. Soojin shoulted, "EW! Don't they kiss?! Ms. L/N doesn't kiss people!" I laughed, "You're right! I don't! Neither should you Sooji." Nabi blurted out, "My daddy doesn't have people to kiss, maybe you should kiss each other."

I froze in embarrassment.

This girl just casually shipped me with her father! How do I even act? I don't even like her dad, I don't even know what the man looks like! I mean, he's pretty funny, has a sexy voice, and he's a crazy party animal. Doesn't sound like my type at all!

"Okay, we're getting side tracked." Soojin said with concern, "You guys! Ms. L/N is stressin'..." I chuckled, "Right, I'm stressin'."

I was in my own room alone, I was cleaning up, cooking food, and doing laundry. I looked at my unfinished painting.

I did commission work on the side. Someone said they'd pay me 3,000 dollars if I painted there favorite BTS member. I get those a lot! I know there faces like the back of my hand at this point.

My promotion page is now all K-pop paintings. I accidentally attracted the wrong group of people.

I looked at the Jungkook painting and sighed. "If only... I was him so I could obsess over RM closer." I laughed.

My phone began to ring, and I answered it.

"Choi?" "I told you to start calling me Cheol." I grumbled, "We're not friends." He laughed, "So when do you plan on showing up?" I furrowed my eyebrows while turning down the pot, "For what?" He laughed, "You're more forgetful than me. We had a date." I laughed, "You mean the meeting- HOLY SHIT- I MEAN fuck- NO, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." His voice sounded soft. It made me feel bad for forgetting, "I'm coming right now!" Cheol laughed softly, "Okay, sounds good." My phone beeped with his location.

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Insanity.

...

(Hitting you with that Tumblr time skip)

"I would ask if you're my daughter's teacher but you just sat down."

"Holy shit you're S.Coups."

He smiled, "Does that change your opinion on me?"

Every thought ran through my head that turned to out loud, "What if it looks like we're on a date? You had a Fiancé?! YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!" I started to whisper shout at him.

"First, we are on a date, yes I had a fiancé, and yes I have a daughter." I shrunk, "Oh my god." He looked at me curiously, "Again, does it change you're opinion on me?"

I corrected, "No this is not a date! Just because you're insanely hot doesn't mean that I like you."

He leaned in closer, and quirked his bum ass eyebrow, "Insanely hot?" I held both my arms up and crossed them. "NO!"

He leaned back into his chair, "Most people would be happy to be on a date with me." I said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Adding self obsessed to the list."

He rolled his eyes, "So, my daughter's grades?"

"She getting better." He clapped, "That's great."

I took him in and... wow. He smelled expensive. He had the bright red hair, his eyebrows were so thick, lips were so red and pretty, and his arms were so buff.

Holy shit this man was everything I needed and more.

"You're staring." I rolled my eyes, "I spaced off because you talk to fucking much." He laughed, "Yeah, okay. I hadn't said a word."

He hadn't. The whole time I was staring at his lips, they didn't move.

"I get it though. I didn't expect my daughter's teacher to be so gorgeous." He smirked while holding his glass to his lips.

"You're gross." He raised an eyebrow, "Can't find a woman beautiful?" He drank his water and looked back at me.

"Fuck you." "When?" "Ew, never!" Honestly, it was fun to banter with him. He was a fun person.

Even before I knew what he looked like, he seemed like a funny man.

"I'm really enjoying this date Y/N."

I laughed, "Wow, you're more delusional than I thought." He leaned back in his chair, let out a sexy manly grunt, and crossed his arms.

The server gave us our food and we quietly ate. It wasn't like it was awkward either. It was comfortable silence.

"So, Y/N? You from the states?" I looked up, mid noodle slurp. "Mhm." He laughed at how full my cheeks were. He then asked, "Where are you parents from?"

"I don't know. I don't like to talk about them."

He said quietly, "Nabi mentioned you were an orphan." I stared at him.

I honestly didn't know how to feel in that moment. Offended, annoyed, angry... usually when people bring it up I get defensive.

But for some reason the sympathy in his eyes was comfortable.

"A robbery gone wrong. I was about three when it happened. The memory is still a blur, but I just remember that barrel to my face. He spared me. The guy couldn't bare to kill a kid."

Cheol's face went serious, "That's a scary situation."

I nodded, "I traveled home to home. Nobody wanted someone like me. Somehow I ended in Asia, and now I have a huge family."

He smiled, "You the maknae?"

"The second youngest of 10. I was, and still am, the favorite."

"That's scary. Any older brothers?" I nodded, "All boys."

"Fuck." I raised an eyebrow, "Why do you care?" "Because, I'll probably get jumped when they find out about us." I laughed, "Us? WE aren't a thing."

He simply smiled and followed me with his eyes, "Those dimples are killer. You're a cutie, you're honest, and you're gorgeous. We WILL be something."

I shrugged, "Whatever you say."

I continued, "Anyways, we're all adopted from around the world. So, there were a lot of cultures going on in my house hold."

He nodded seemingly interested, "Mm." He ate his food.

Silence settled in. "Now it's your turn."

He looked up from his steak, "Turn for what?" I asked, "Trauma dump."

He sighed as he sat there and thought about his own life. "Well, I had a fiancé. She got hit by a car K-drama style. I thought I lost her and my baby. But they did an emergency C-section, and the baby lived. That night, it happened... a butterfly flew in the room."

I nodded along to his words. His face contorted into confusion, "It was the strangest thing. I'd never seen a butterfly at night, it was this bright blue color. I took it as a sign, honestly. You know, Nabi means butterfly, so when I held my precious child in my hand, that's all I could do."

"That's poetic. Naming your child something that possibly could've been her soul." He asked, "You think? Maybe that butterfly was her."

"Maybe."

The next few weeks went by crazy. I hadn't seen Cheol in a while, but he texted me everyday. Goodnight, and morning text photo's to keep me updated. Everything.

Today, I took a day off from work because I had a family emergency.

My older brother Dylan had gotten injured. I picked up groceries and drove to his house. Only my oldest brother was there. He was cooking in the kitchen.

"Did you get the rice?" I put the bag on the counter, "I got everything. Is Dylan sleep?" He nodded, "Y/N-ah, you shouldn't have taken the day off. Don't let your big brother's worry you."

Both my hands was on my hips when I said, "Fuck you. You're my brothers... The only family I have. I don't want you to die too."

He added, "plus, mom is coming... you know she's gonna ask about marriage." I rolled my eyes groaning, "Can't wait."

He laughed at he stirred the soup. "Are you seeing someone?"

I looked at him like he was crazy, "uhm, no. Not even close." He smiled, "That's what I like to hear." A knock went to the door, and my mom came in. "AHHH! MY favorite daughter!" I smiled as she hugged me. "How's my boy doing?" Sammy, my oldest brother said, "Yeah, he's just being dramatic now."

I giggled, and my mom looked at me. She cupped my face and smiled. "You look so pretty." My cheeks filled her hands, "Thank you, Mom." She nodded, "I mean it! You should be a model."

She brought her hands to her sides as she lesiurley watched Sammy cook.

My Mom asked, "You get a boyfriend with all this beauty? You know, you're getting to that age where you need to get married. I want grandkids!" Sammy's grip on the pan tightened as he let out a sigh.

Sammy cut in, "Mom, can you do me a favor and check Dylan's temperature?" She looked at Sammy. There was a slight pause, and she was on her way to his room.

"Thank's Sammy." He waved me off, "Don't mention it. I hat hearing about you even having kids. Now text Miller and ask when he's getting here." Miller was the rebel of the family. He was the youngest, and the craziest one.

I texted Miller and updated Sammy. "He said he'd be here in 15 minutes." Sammy just grunted. I helped him cook in the kitchen and set up the table.

Soon enough, we were at the table eating. Dylan made a whole fuss as he grunted over to the table in crutches, He ate shit when he was playing soccer.

He was a sports player, he broke his ankle, and bruised his hip.

"When is Will and everyone else coming?" Sammy said, "They'll be here later tonight. They're busy so they'll just stop by.”

I ate my food in silence. Maybe my mom would stop talking about having a boyfriend and babies.

Miller was currently in the bathroom doing god knows what.

"So, Dylan. How's you and Yunhee?" He smiled, "She's still the love of my life."

Then, my mom gave me that damn look. "You should tell Y/N about it. She's my only daughter, and yet still no boyfriend. She's my most prize possession. She is so beautiful, but yet..."

I felt so annoyed. Like, WE GET IT! I SLEEP IN A COLD BED ALONE AT NIGHT!

"I have a boyfriend!"

Miller came out the bathroom, "I'm gay!"

Everyone turned around to stare at Miller. My mom continued to look at me, "Nobody cares Miller! Who is this boyfriend?" "Mom! Miller..."

She sighed, "Miller Honey, you weren't hiding it very well. Remember the time you invited your friend home? I heard you two making out."

Miller was frozen in fear. "Huh?" "Yeah, there was a lot of tongue. But anyways, your sister has a boyfriend!"

She excitedly turned back to me and I groaned. I heard Miller mumble under his breath, "I'm not even gay, just didn't want you harassing my sister."

"Wait, what?" My mom asked. She then thought back, What about your friend!?" He raised his hands in the air, "Mom! For the last time! she was a girl!"

Dylan and Sammy faces both turned serious. I could tell they didn't like the news of me having a boyfriend.

Y/N-innie

I did a bad thing

Cheollie

What did you do?

Y/N-innie

my mom was so pressed and asking if I had a boyfriend and I LIEDDDD I LIEDDD OKAY

So you free tomorrow at 7?

Cheollie

Yes

but just know

I definitely am taking this as you like me

I groaned as I realized the endless teasing I'd get tomorrow. I lay in my bed and got ready for this Saturday.

It's. About. To go. Down.

When I finally fell asleep, my third oldest brother had called me.

He was in the military and stationed in the States.

"Hey Minhook. What's been going on with you?"

"What's this I hear about you having a boyfriend? Sammy told me."

"I swear to god I lied so mom would leave me alone! She tryna get my pregnant all the damn time!" Minhook laughed, "You had me scared! I thought I was gonna have to kill someone."

I laughed nervously, "No need to worry. I swear I am lying. I already have a guy friend aligned and everything."

"Yo, that's lit. Alright love you little sis. I'll talk to you later, I'm on watch."

I was putting on my lip liner and puffed out my curls. Cheol was blowing up my phone in the process.

Cheol

Can I come in your home!?

Cheol

PLZZZZ I'm BEGGING!

Cheol

Y/N PLEASE ANSWER!!!!!

Dimples

Wtf u need to come into my house for?

Cheol

I HAVE TO SHIT SO BAD MAN!

Dimples

omg? Idols shit?

Cheol

Y/n.

Dimples

fourth floor, room 44

Cheol

coming!!!!

I opened the door to Cheol rushing down the hallway already.

"YOU'RE ELEVATOR TAKES TOO FUCKING LONG!"

How the fuck he get up here so fast?

He ran to a random door and slammed it closed. He let out a calm sigh and I laughed. "You need anything?" "No. Just silence."

I walked back to my room to finish getting ready.

Cheol's POV

It was an awesome shit. Toilet flushed.

I walked out and looked around. Her place was so messy. It was cute, it felt like I was inside her mind. Half done paintings, grades and homework on the floor, and sneakers all around her floor.

I noticed there wasn't a single dish in her sink though.

I checked her freezer and fridge for food. There was none.

I did notice a 3 huge tubs of mint chocolate ice cream, though.

Then, I heard music coming from a room.

I walked toward the room to see the cracked door. She looked so focused doing her makeup. She was softly humming a familiar tune.

"left and right.... left and right..."

It made me laugh that she was singing the song so well and confidently. I knocked on the door and she looked up. She paused the song.

"You listen to my songs?"

"Well, they're not YOUR songs... technically their Woozi's." I chuckled, "Wow, you're so obsessed with me that you even know my member's names?"

She quickly humbled me with a smirk, "How was your shit?"

"Just about as a good of your voice. Nice and smooth."

Her face turned to frightened disgust, "You're fucking nasty. If I see any shit streaks in my toilet, you're cleaning it." He smiled, "Another reason to come over? I'm gonna go take another shit, I'll be right back."

"You're fucking insane Cheol." I walked to her mirror. I looked at her cute big doe eyes. She reminded me of Bambi with how big her hair is.

"When's the last time you ate?" She blinked as she rubbed her makeup brush on her face. "We're going out to eat at my family's house. That doesn't matter."

"Your whole house is dirty."

"Fuck you."

I laughed, "Not how I meant it. Your sink is completely clean." She said seriously, "Because it can cause roaches. I used to live in infested homes. Like rats roaches, all of it."

I stayed silent.

She has definitely been through some stuff.

Soon she was done and we made our way to my car. "Of course you own this expensive ass car." I closed the door behind her.

"What the fuck am I gonna own? A buggy?" She crossed her arms, "I own a buggy bitch."

"Okay, if we're gonna be dating, we need to stop bickering."

She quickly calmed down, "Right. How'd we meet?"

Haha, she means business.

I shrugged, "I think how we did is pretty romantic." She rolled her big, pretty eyes, "I thought you were an intense partier when I first called you."

"I just finished my show when you called."

"Makes sense. So, how long have we been dating?"

"Let's go with two months."

I nodded as we pulled into her family house. "You don't live that far away from your mom." "She gets parinoid." I took in the huge home.

Wait, she's rich? I mean how else is she supposed to live with ten people.

"There's a lot of things you shouldn't do when you get in the house. When someone does something weird, don't make it weird; the majority of us are not from Korea. We all have different backgrounds and cultures."

I nodded and followed her in the house. She opened the door and I saw a black male walking around with shoes on.

I didn't make it like a big deal like Y/N said. "Dylan. Feeling better?" He turned to me and nodded giving Y/N a sweet hug.

"Hello, my name is Choi Seungcheol, Y/N's boyfriend." He looked at me and bowed. "Don't worry, I know you two aren't actually."

I looked at her upset, "What the hell was the point of me being here if everyone knows we're lying! I wanna fake date."

She smacked my head lightly, "Boy! Shut yo ass up!" Dylan just laughed, "You two already act the part." A girl came from the kitchen excitedly screaming.

"Y/N! ...OH MY GOD!" She was now staring at me, "OH MY GOD! YN?!" She slapped her arm repeatedly. Y/N casually introduced her, "This is Yunhee, she's Dylan's girlfriend." Dylan grabbed Y/N away from Yunhee's slapping.

"What? Why are we abusing my sister." I laughed, "She recognizes me from Seventeen, right?" She nodded assertively.

"He's the man I'd leave you for." She was now facing Dylan when she said that. Dylan said, "C'mon man, that's fucked up."

Y/N laughed loudly. A woman's voice called from the kitchen, "IS THAT Y/N I HEAR?!" I followed everyone as they walked into the kitchen.

"Hi Mom," Y/N said. She sat on the bar seats. "This is my boyfriend Seungcheol," Y/N grumbled the boyfriend part, but it was still just as satisfying to hear. Her mom whipped her head around. "Oh my! What an attractive man!"

She ran to me and held both my hands. "Oh my goodness! And tall too." I only laughed, "Hello, I'm Y/N's boyfriend."

Her mom asked, "What do you do for a living? It's hard to get a job with that hair." I smiled, "I'm an-" I looked to see Y/N aggressively signing no to me.

Her mom turned around, and Y/N's hands went straight to her sides.

I smirked, "I'm a K-pop Idol." Ms. Lee eyes grew bigger. "Hold me, I'm about to have a stroke."

I held her in my arms as she fake passed out. Yunhee said, "Mommy, get out her man's arms!" Mrs. Lee got back up, "Y/N dun brought home a stripper."

My eyebrows furrowed in shock. "Wha-" Y/N mumbled, "I'm stressin'..."

A younger-looking boy skipped down the stairs. "Hey, ya'll!" Y/N rolled her eyes at the sight of him.

"Did you take my offer sis?" She crossed her arms, "Try your hardest."

Who is that? And what the hell are they bickering about?

He looked at me with this Cheshire Cat smile. "You're not actually dating my sister, right? I don't know how she got a real K-pop artist in our house. But you two are faking it." He continued, rightfully impressed, "She's good."

Mrs. Lee said, "Of course they are Miller. What are you yipper yapping about?" I shrugged, "I'm definitely dating Y/N."

"Oh yeah?" Miller asked. Y/N warned, "Miller. Don't." He smiled, "Kiss her." A scoff came from behind him. It was a taller and older man. "You tryna get the little guy killed Mills?"

Y/N smiled, "Sammy, please don't kill my boyfriend."

Sammy only laughed in my face. I didn't take too nicely to being called 'little'.

I rolled my eyes, "He couldn't kill me."

Y/N bickered, "Well obviously dumbass?!" Dylan laughed at her slick ass mouth. I plopped on the dining table seat. "When we eating?"

Mrs. Lee smiled, "Foods ready hun."

I witnessed Miller and Y/N having a hushed conversation in English. I was barely understanding it.

Y/N's POV

"You piece of fucking shit! I swear to god if you snitch I'm snatching that toupee and making it my bitch!"

"HEY! Making fun of my balding is crossing a line!"

I grabbed Miller by the collar and lifted him up a little. "You put me down!" "Not a chance little hoe! You snitch I'm slapping the black off your skin."

"You can't make jokes like that!" "Since WHEN? I AM BLACK!?"

"Don't matter! I'll leave it alone if you give me what you owe me!" "I don't owe you shit! you broke my phone! I broke yours! I ain't paying for your shit."

I threw him into the fridge and everyone turned to look at us. I smiled waving, "Just friendly horse playing." Dylan waved us over, "Get your friendly horse playing asses over here." I laughed and walked over.

I was going to sit next to Sammy but he nodded his head toward Cheol.

I sighed and sat next to Cheol. My mom was first to speak, "So, how'd you two meet?"

I smiled, "He's a stalker." He playfully slapped my thigh, "She's a stalker! She called my phone non stop." I rolled my eyes, "You didn't answer the phone! His daughter is a student of mine."

My mom's heart melted. "That's so cute. When are you two going to have kids? What happened to the child's mother?"

I watched Cheol carefully. My family is a little blunt. So, I don't want my mother's disregard for her words to hurt his feelings. As much as I like to pretend like I don't give a fuck, I actually do. I care about Cheol a lot...

"She died tragically." I stayed silent, along with the rest of the table.

"Mom, let's not talk about his family life, yeah?" She sadly smiled, "I know what that feels like. I'm sorry, Choi. I lost my husband three years ago. I joke and say I killed him for his insurance money, but it's still difficult to think about."

Cheol related, "I lost her four years ago. I still cry on my daughter's birthday." I rubbed his back. Miller cut in, "Enough of the water works. If you two are really dating, what is Y/N's favorite ice cream flavor."

Shit... we didn't go over that.

"Mint chocolate."

I stared at him in shock. I never told him that info... is he a stalker or...

I was thinking back at how he could know that.

"She buys three huge tubs of ice cream and shoves it in her messy ass freezer." Oh so he's a nosy bitch.

I rolled my eyes, "Shut your ass up." Miller said, "Yeah... when is her birthday." I rolled my eyes, "Shut up Mill-"

"XX/XX/XXXX."

I turned to him.

Okay, how the fuck he know that.

"I think you two should kiss to prove it to me." I rolled my eyes, and Dylan said, "Enough Mills."

My mom smiled, "Nono, kiss." My eyes widened in shock, "Are you serious?"

My mom said, "You're looking at him in shock that he knows information on you. Your last boyfriend and you were so affectionate last time."

"I'm not kissing him in front of-"

I felt his warm lips on mine. They were so soft as they moved against mine. My eyes slowly fell shut in the comfort of his kiss. My head moved along with his as I slid my hand to his cheek.

I pinched it as a way to tell him to stop.

He pulled away, "There." Dylan, Sammy, and Miller, had there eyes wider than I've ever seen.

"What the shit!?" Cheol only laughed, "I love this girl. I don't know why that's so hard for you to believe. She's so adorable, and her personality is the complete opposite. I love it."

I looked at him shocked, "Yeah, I wanna go home now." Cheol smiled, "Then let's go."

Dylan was bawling his fist, "Hold on..." I waved him away, "No, I want to go home. Miller is pissing me off." Miller quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Are you serious?!" I nodded, "Let's go home babe." Cheol gave me that devious smirk. I began walking away, but I saw Cheol snatching leftovers.

Once we got in the car, I started slapping his shoulder. He raised both his arms in defense. "WHY'D YOU FUCKING KISS ME?!"

"The lies were getting hot! What was I supposed to do?"

"I can't fucking believe you" "You enjoyed it..." I turned to him in annoyance, "The fuck are you on about?" Cheol smiled, "You know what I'm talking about. You closed your eyes."

"I was acting...Everyone closes their eyes." Cheol leaned in close to me. I could feel his breath on my nose. My eyes fluttered shut as I heard his warm voice say, "Only if they like it." I shoved my hand in his face and pushed it away.

He giggled, "We're gonna kiss again." Cheol turned on the car and it began to warm up. I shook in the cold. He threw me his jacket. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt underneath showing me his buff and veiny arms.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath. He turned to me, "sorry, I forgot to warm up the car. I'll bring you home."

I didn't respond. I was a little mad. "I'm sorry about kissing you. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I wasn't uncomfortable! I'm just mad that that's how it happened." He looked at me like I was crazy. "Excuse a fucking me?" I laughed, "Just shut up. I need to think."

I hadn't talked to Cheol for about two days since the kiss. Mostly because I've been slowly realizing I definitely have non platonic feelings for him.

While the kids were on winter break I was home catching up on grades. Nabi's grades were sky rocketing and she had become the top of the class in just two months. I was so proud of her.

But I still needed to make a lesson plan for them when they returned.

I sighed in annoyance as I made it. I honestly didn't feel like teaching, I was just gonna let the kids watch movies until the next day.

I got a call from Cheol's phone. I debated whether I should answer and opted to answer. A little girl's voice came through, "Ms. L/N?"

I smiled hearing my little Nabi's voice. "Hello?" She said excitedly, "Ms. L/N?! You wanna come with me and my Daddy to the amusement park!? He asked if you could come." I smiled, "Of course."

She squealed, "Okay! We'll be there in an hour!"

I heard her giggle to herself before she hung up. "What the hell is Cheol planning?"

I had finally arrived at the amusement park, and I texted Cheol.

Dimples

Where are you?

Cheollie

at the amusement park with my daughter

Dimples

Duh ik that.

Cheollie

How do you know that????

Dimples

You invited me here

Cheollie

Nabi is a sneaky little fart

She called you and told you to come didn't she?

Dimples

K got ready for nothing but I'll be on my way home

Cheollie

Nono just...

ARGHUGH

We're coming to the entrance

Dimples

mmk

Well this is embarrassing.

I stayed there for a while just thinking about how I wanted to dig myself into a whole

"MS. L/N!" The sound of my name broke me from my inner monologue. Cheol waved sheepishly. He was wearing a black hoodie with black sweats. It was too cold to only be wearing that.

Literally, there was snow all around us.

As the impact of Nabi slapped into my leg, my eyes were still on Cheol.

Lookin' all domestic.

I hugged Nabi back. "Hey," He said with an easy smile. I smiled back, "Hey."

The simplicity of the sentence only covered up the complicated feeling that was bubbling inside of me.

"Ms. L/N! You wanna go on a roller coaster ride with me?!" I smiled and picked her up. I nested her on my hip as she pointed at the ride.

I squinted my eyes, "That one goes really high. I don't even think you're tall enough to go on." She said, "Well you and Daddy go."

Cheol moved closer, "I think she might be scared." Nabi looked up at Cheol, those doe eyes staring at his.

Looking at both of there faces, I started to realise how similar they look. Dark eyebrows, button nose, pouty lips... very similar.

"Ms. L/N isn't scared of anything." I laughed, "That's not true. It's good to be scared of things, it stops you from getting hurt."

I pointed behind Cheol "What about that ride right there? You get to drive a car!" She smiled, "I wanna drive like a big girl!" I skipped over, "Okay, let's do it then!"

We stood in line, and I put Nabi down. She held my hand and Cheol's finger as she waited. "We're next!" Nabi said excitedly. She fit the surprising height requirement.

As tall as Cheol is, he made a really short daughter.

She hopped in the car, and we followed suit. We strapped in, and waited for the light to turn green.

When it did, we started crashing into each other immediately. I cackled as I slammed into Cheol. He jerked foward crashing into another lady in front of him.

Nabi was just screaming as she drove around. I laughed as nobody seemed to wanna stop her thunder. That was until a a little boy crashed into her.

She reversed the car like a pro and slammed into him back. The game ended and I watched as Nabi threw up the middle finger at the kid.

"HEY THAT'S A BAD WORD!" I held my laugh as I snatched up Nabi. "You can't be doing that!" I set her down as Cheol walked behind me. "Where'd you learn to stick your middle finger up like that?"

She confessed, "You daddy."

I face palmed. Nabi said, "Can we get something to eat? I'm starving." I nodded while looking at Cheol. She skipped ahead of us leading the way.

I asked, "How you been?"

He looked at me from the corner of his eye as he said, "I should be asking you that. You hadn't answered any of my text." I laughed, "I told you I needed to think."

He turned to me completely, "We've known each other for two months, what is there to think about?" I asked, "Are you ready to know all of me?" He looked me up and down, "Y-yeah." To heard him studder was shocking.

He was usually overly confident, and would get adorable when he needed to get his way. Actually getting anxious was insane.

"You really like me?" He asked me with this pleading look in his eyes. I was gonna answer but I got cut off from Nabi's excitement. "I wanna eat here! they have ice cream!"

I smiled and read her the menu out loud. "You want tenders and fries?" She thought, "Yeah, but... I want ice cream, too." "You can get that later, honey. Right now, you need to eat real food."

She sighed in defeat, "Fine." I smiled and looked at the woman in the front desk. "This your daughter?" I shook my head, "I'm her teacher. She'll have the chicken tenders." Cheol smiled at the woman as he reacher over my hand, and gave her his card.

"Don't even think about paying." I rolled my eyes. Cheol smiled at the front desk lady, and I held Nabi's hand as we walked over to the table. I sat with her, and she asked, "Why does my Daddy have your number saved as 'Dimples'? Are you gonna be my new Mommy?" I laughed, "Not a chance. You need to leave space for your real Mommy. I have your dad's number so we can talk about you and how you're doing in school." She smiled, "But I want you to be my new mommy."

I shrugged, "I can't. Your mom worked so hard to make you sure you were brought to earth. I can't be her." "I never met my mom."

I smiled, "Me neither. But I still love and appreciate her." Cheol placed the food down. Nabi rubbed her hands together like a fly and excitedly dug in. "What are you two gossiping about?"

When I looked in his eyes, I could tell that he knew. He heard us somehow. His eyes were glistening.

"We were gossiping about that Suho boy in class, right Nabi?" I nudged her, and she gave me a quick thumbs up.

I laughed.

When Nabi finally finished her food, we were off to another ride. She insisted to try one rollercoaster. I was telling her no, but Cheol caved.

We walked her to the ride, and she insisted on going alone. It was a kiddie ride, so I didn't expect it to go crazy.

Cheol smiled while looking at her scream dramatically despite the slowly paced ride.

I nudged him, "You know she gets the dramatics from you, right?" I watched as he rolled his eyes in disagreement. "Yeah right. You've spent more time with my daughter than me."

I was looking up at him when he spoke to me. The way he was looking at me made me feel a spark between us. Cheol said softly, "Hey, you look really beautiful right now."

I was shocked he said that. He really toned down on the flirting since the kiss. Granted I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days, but something between us changed.

It doesn't help that the last thing I said to him, was basically a confession. Maybe I've kept him wondering.

"Thank you, that's sweet of you." I opted to compliment him back, "You're a great Dad." His eyes widened, "Really?" I smiled with an innocent nod. "I know I gave you a lot of shit when I first met you. But for raising her with the career you have, all alone, is impressive."

He rubbed behind his ear, "Well, I definetly had your help."

The ride stopped, and Nabi came back. She was wobbling all the way to us until she threw up right on my shirt.

"AHH! I threw up!" I picked up the shirt away from my skin so the wetness wouldn't seep through to my skin.

"Okay, it's time for us to get home. Y/N, I have a change of shirt in the car." I smiled as Nabi began to cry.

Cheol was comforting her. His soft voice, and the way he reassured her that it wasn't her fault made me feel bittersweet.

I looked at Nabi, "It's okay Nabi! I'm used to being thrown up on." Cheol looked at me as if I wasn't helping.

But Nabi lifted her head from her Dad's chest and asked, "Really?"

I nodded. She wiped her tears, "I'm still sorry." I shrugged, "I accept your apology. No worries kid. Let's get you home, yeah?"

We somehow made it to the parking lot. I strapped Nabi into the seat and moved back to look at Cheol. "Shirt please." He dug in his trunk, "You wanna go to the bathroom or-?" I cut him off as I started stripping right then.

Cheol cautiously covered me. He had his eyes squeezed shut as he made sure nobody looked.

I realized how much it smelt like him as I put it on. It was this woody scent that smelled so sweet.

"Thanks... for the shirt." Nabi yelled, "Is Ms. L/N coming with us?"

Cheol yelled back, "No, she has other things to do."

I said, "Well, it would give us some time to talk."

His face turned to shock as he confusedly asked, "Wait, wait.... you wanna talk?" I nodded, "We have some things to talk about.... you know? Nabi's grades."

Cheol quirked an eyebrow at me. He sighed, "Get in the car Y/N." He opened the door for me, and I got in. He strapped me into the seatbelt this time.

"Y/N is coming with us."

Nabi cheered in the back. The drive was short, we made it to there house.

Should I even call it a house. It was a mansion, it was huge.

Cheol got out of the car, and Nabi cheerfully ran inside. I looked at Cheol as he took the car seat out, "Can you get the plastic bag?" I reached for the bag with her change of clothes inside.

I guess he keeps a change of clothes in case of an accident. He's a smart Dad.

She surprisingly didn't get any throw up on herself, just me.

I followed Cheol inside. The huge staircase, the big chandelier, the tiled marbled black floors.... it was beautiful.

"Wow." He glanced at me with that silly smile. "You like?" I nodded, "I like very much!"

He smiled at me as he followed Nabi upstairs, "I'll get her ready for bed and then we'll talk." I nodded as I awkwardly stood in foyer. He looked back one more time, "Take a look around, make yourself at home."

I smiled and looked around. His kitchen was HUGE! Like, I could cook three meals a day in here for fun. Cheol mentioned in passing once that he doesn't know how to cook well.

The living room had the longest couches I'd ever seen. Not to mention the flatscreen TV that was INSIDE the wall. This house was insane.

I giggled as I plopped onto the couch. I covered myself in blankets and relaxed. I heard footsteps walking downstairs after about an hour.

I was endlessly scrolling on my phone feeling the nerves build up again.

My heart was beating, my face was hot, and my hands were sweaty.

"Hey... so you wanna talk?" I nodded, "Yeah, I do... About us."

He quirked that eyebrow at me making me melt on the spot. "I get it... I mean it's awkward as a teacher to be dating your students Dad." I furrowed my eyebrows, "What? No. That's not what I wanted to say."

Cheol asked, "Then what did you want to talk about?" I confessed, "I wanted to make this work. I want us to be together. I love Nabi so much and... I don't want her to just be another student I see go. I want to be around you, I want an excuse to talk to you and touch you. I want to be with you." His smiled spread across his face as his eyes widened into that puppy dog face.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?" I grabbed his face and pulled it into mine. His lips crashed with mine.

The moment created a spark. It felt like the denial, and bubbling feelings were finally finding closure.

He was soft, so gentle. His hands traveled to explore my body under the layer of blankets.

I felt myself slowly getting up. Before you know it, I was on his lap kissing him. His sturdy thighs, and his big strong arms. The way his hands roamed my body sent electricty through me. My clit tickled with excitement.

I could feel him getting hard too. I slowly grind into his lap, and Cheol let out a groan. His hands straddled my hips in an attempt to keep me still.

"I want you." His eyes rolled to the back of his head in agony. "Y/N. I've been wanting to say this all day. You look so good in my shirt. So small."

I gripped my hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "We should go to you room. Nabi might hear us."

He kissed my cheek lovingly. "Her room is soundproofed. I'm pretty loud." I got up from his lap. His hand traveled from my arm to my fingertips as he gave me pleading eyes.

"Why are you leaving?" I tugged his arm. "c'mon." Cheol got up and led me to his bedroom.

He gently pressed his lips to mine as he led me closer to his bed. I sat down, and he got on his knees. He started unzipping my pants.

I let out a whimper of desperation. "Mm." He looked up at me, "Hold on for me." He helped me pull down my pants and I let out a relaxed sigh.

He gave me these eyes, an unreadable expression. Usually he was so flirty and confident... so masculine. But right now, he just looked so adorable. I couldn't help but give him another kiss on the lips.

"Hey, I'm gonna start touching you, is that okay?" Both his hands stayed at my thighs until I gave him the go-ahead. "Please, Cheol."

I felt myself getting wetter by the second. He rubbed my clit in a gentle circular motion. I let out shaky moan as he watched for my reaction.

"That feel good?" I only could let out a strangled moan. I could see him growing increasingly larger in his pants. I dove my head back, fully laying on the bed.

He dove his head in, and I felt his warm, grainy tongue flick my clit. I shuddered from the sensation. I sat back up, and my hands gripped both his shoulders. I didn't want him to stop or go away. I wanted him to hold me.

He pulled me closer to his face by my thigs so he'd suffocate in my folds. I felt his tongue slip into my hole. I let out another whimper as I closed my eyes.

"Mm, fuck. So close Cheol." He shoved two fingers into my hole to speed up the process. I know what he wanted. He wanted to stuff me.

I felt the knot in my stomach grow tighter as he continuedly ate me out. The lewd sounds echoed through my ears.

My pussy began to flutter around his fingers as I let loose on his fingers. "Fuck. Cheol." He smiled and kissed me again.

I could taste myself in his mouth. His fingers still playing with the cum on his fingers. He spread it like jam on my pussy. It felt colder on my skin.

"You're so wet, baby. You're such a cutie when you cum on me like that."

I didn't know I had a praise kink until he started talking to me like this. Those pretty doe eyes saying the sweetest things to me.

I pouted, "Cheol." He asked, "What's wrong?" I shook my head, "Nothing... You're just... you-" I couldn't comprehend the feelings I was having.

It felt like falling in love. Seeing him on his knees in front of me with those worrying eyes made me feel so seen and understood.

He sat on the bed, "What do you like?" I looked at him, confused, "What do you mean?"

"What do you like to do in the bedroom?" I confessed, "I don't really know. I just know how to please." Cheol shook his head as he pulled me on his lap again.

He was laying flat, "I like to give, that won't do." I fought the moan that wanted to escape me throat. He playfully thrust into me, sending me up. I steadied my hands on his chest.

I started to grind on his clothed cock. I was already so wet from him, I needed more.

He was grinding with me as I pulled away to tug on the hem of his shirt. He practically ripped it off. I bit my lip as my hand slid down his abs.

It was starting to feel so intimate. I felt like we were making love more than anything else. He pulled me down on his chest and kissed my ear. "You wanna be on top, or bottom?" I felt embarrassed when I said it, "Bottom."

He flipped us over with ease. His already low V line was easy to stare at as he towered over me. He gripped my thigh as he stuck his two fingers in to check.

He then sucked his fingers, and tugged down his pants. When I saw it, I audibly gasped. It was so long and thick, his tip was a soft pink, just like his lips. I bit my lip as I tried to hold back saying anything crazy.

Cheol slid down slowly as he pushed his dick into my hole. The pain made me shake because it felt so good. The pain felt like an orgasm itself.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he stuffed me. I let out another whimper. Cheol leaned down and kissed and sucked on my neck. He left hickey's all over my neck and chest as he whispered in my ear, "You're mine."

My body heated up. He bottomed out, and then, dug his first thrust into me. I cried out, "OH! Cheol!" His thrust were precise and deep. My arms and legs wrapped around him quickly.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" His pace was slow, but so effective. He stretched me out, and my walls were so sensitive from before. I didn't want him to stop.

My grip on him didn't leave as he went faster. "I got you." I started cumming around him as he went harder. The squelch of my pussy mixed with the claps of our bodies colliding made me cum on it's own.

My grip tightened, my legs shaked, and the cries that left my mouth were loud.

He kept going until he finished. He pulled out, and I could feel the mix of our cum pooling out of me. I sighed in satisfaction. My half lidded eyes were relaxing behind my eyelids.

"C'mere." He pulled me into his chest and kissed my head, "You did such a good job." I snuggled deep into his chest. "date tomorrow?" I nodded, "Yes, I'd love to."

The END! I probably well make another fic in this universe with the two of them. Seems like they have to get to know about each other.

#seungcheol headcanons #choi seungcheol #seventeen #smut #kpop #domestic fluff #fluff #cherry #cheol #cheollie #black reader

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mistydeyes · 2 years ago

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building blocks and alphabet letters

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summary: You and Kyle met in daycare. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't quite the genius he was today. In fact, the first time he met you dad was when he was shoving toy blocks in his mouth. He hates that story but he'll make an exception for his young daughter who is terrified of school.

pairing: Gaz x fem!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: none :) just some good ol' fluff!

a/n: want more cute fluffy fics of the 141 being dads? I GOTCHU COVERED RIGHT HERE!! dad simon with two daughters has me hooked

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You first met Kyle in daycare school. You couldn't have been more than 2 or so. This daycare took care of kids while their parents worked and tried to teach them something between snack time and playtime. Your father was with you that day and you had to show him what you learned over the school year. As you sat, perfectly pointing out each of the letters of the alphabet, you were distracted by another boy your age. "Honey, look over here," your father beckoned, trying to get your attention. But all you could pay attention to was the kid shoving blocks in his mouth while his mother helplessly tried to stop him.

Kyle hates that story with a passion. Every time you threaten to mention it, he gets red and demands you not to. To you though, it's cute seeing how his ears get pink and how he scrunches his nose. After 18 years of friendship and 7 years of dating, he's gotten used to your antics. This time, the story has a purpose. Instead of a drunk bar story, it's now something to relax your young daughter from her nerves about going to school.

By now your daughter was 4 and was frightened at the idea of leaving your familiar home. She was a spitting image of Kyle and loved the outdoors. You would always tease that Kyle was meant to be a girl dad. He was having a hard time now as he was trying to convince her to go tomorrow. "Ives, we talked about this, you're going to school tomorrow," Kyle began to say and you could see your daughter's lip begin to quiver. Kyle had been home for three weeks now and all your daughter wanted to do was spend time with the both of you. The last few weeks of trips to the cinema, the park, and going out to eat were coming to an end for her and it was apparent she was not happy about it.

"But I want to stay with Mummy and Daddy," she cried as she hugged you both tight. You gave Kyle a look of sadness at your daughter's wails. In between her tears, she choked out, "Daddy's never home I want to be here!" This time when you looked at Kyle, he wore the same expression of sadness.

"Sweetie, did I ever tell you how Mummy and I met?" Kyle asked and she turned to face him. As she wiped off her tears with her small hands, Kyle went into the story. "When I was only 2 years old, my Mummy and Daddy had to go to work and I couldn't stay at home," he began and had your daughter's full attention. She looked at him with her brown eyes and he sat her in his lap. "But it was okay because I met Mummy! She was the smartest kid there and we had so many adventures on the playground," you smiled fondly as he continued. "Mummy can tell you that Grandad thought I was an odd kid because I would shove blocks in my mouth, but Mummy was still my friend." he finished and gave you both a kiss on the forehead. "And look at Mummy and Daddy now! If I never went to school then I would never have met Daddy and we wouldn't have you," you finished and your daughter seemed to calm down. "Okay, only cause you went, I go," she said triumphantly and you three cheered in excitement.

Later that night when you put Ivy to bed, you and Kyle went downstairs to enjoy the rest of the night. "I didn't think you would ever tell her that story," you joked as you sat on the couch. "It was necessary," he replied and you both shared a laugh. "I still have the picture!" you said and scrolled to your phone to find it. In the photograph, sat you and your father smiling with an alphabet book and Kyle in the background, crying as his mother confiscated the blocks. "Never show anyone that," he jokingly threatened as he took your phone away. You got into a pillow fight as you fought over the picture and ended by resting on his chest again. "Mind telling that story again?" you asked and Kyle looked at you, curiously. "Never," he said and crossed his arms childishly. "Oh really? Not even for our second?" you smirked. It took Kyle all of two seconds to realize what you had just said. He embraced you and you told him you found out the news yesterday. As you lay in bed that night, Kyle thanked everything in the universe for letting you meet all those years ago.

#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #gaz imagine #kyle garrick imagine #izzie is writing

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lutawolf · 2 years ago

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My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 4

If you haven't seen my other commentary, you can find it here.

This makes me sad because what was special for Tew was the fact that Guy wasn't afraid of him. But here he is, afraid. Which clearly is upsetting to Tew.

As soon as Guy opens his eyes, they are drawn to the gun wound scar. The face that Tew gives him then...

And Guy's concern, then confusion. So much emotion in one frame.

Now they are sitting and communicating. Tew tells Guy that he didn't tell him that he was scared that it would put Guy in danger. Which confuses me because not knowing, knowing, is there really a difference in danger level?

Tew starts to explain his past and his joy of playing video game. Then his home life. While not rich, he had a loving father. Who clearly raised him right because he is so well-mannered. Oh no! Cough with blood.

Damn... I was really hoping he would kick their asses, and get home to his dad.

I mean, we knew it was coming, but the fact that he didn't get to say goodbye. Oh damn, that really explains the previous episode where he came to meet Guy to say goodbye before his trip.

Ohhhh, Tew looks scary now.

OH! Who called it?!?!

And then he is shot!!! What!?!? I was not expecting that. Nor was I expecting the next part. I was kind of expecting him to have been forced into killing. Interesting. I wonder if Wish John Lennon was one of these kids???

So while bad boy is a rebel with a cause, he still a rebel. Then he just lays down to die.

I think it's safe to say that home dude was not thinking that day.

I think Guy gets it, but it will be interesting to see if he accepts it. He at least isn't scared of Tew anymore. Butt he more Tew explains, the more clearly you can see he is an anti-hero. Won't go so far as to call him a villain butttttt. He is no hero. Yay!!! This is my favorite type of character!

I am not sure what to think of the mob boss. He is putting a lot of trust into a kid, but he also appears to be giving him the keys to revenge. He is an interesting character to say the least.

The rules seem simple enough. No lying and no betrayal.

"Once you touch a gun. There is no going back to a normal life"

Then, Tew gives a little smirk and says that he doesn't plan on going back to a normal life anyway.

And Guy is seeing this. I think it's interesting because for some reason Tew really expected that Guy would absolutely understand. He is pretty spot on because Guy does understand.

Really Guy... You are going to be butt hurt over the restaurant lie??? I mean, I actually get where Guy is coming from. I'm just thinking it's funny to pick that after hearing Tew's story.

It apparently was not what Tew was expecting Guy to be upset about either. His face says he is completely dumbfounded. Honestly, in my opinion, Guy is latching onto something to use so he can run scared. I don't think he is scared of Tew, but of his own feelings that are happening too fast. I could be completely off base, but that's what I see from how he is acting and reacting.

Boy up in his feels getting sloppy drunk. Other boy is being emo in his bed. What a pair.

Oh, no! Boss man is not okay with the fake restaurant.

Home dude is not right in the head, is he?

I'll say it again. Mob boss daddy is interesting. He cares about Tew, but he isn't a push over.

I'm suspicious... How is a regular dude off the street not scared when goons show up???

Again, not a push over.

Now back to emo boy with his bed and his fish. Damn it Guy! That was a shit move to do to your guild!!! And his first thoughts when there is a knock at the door is Tew. That should tell you something, Guy! You're running from your feelings. Coward!

Nope. It's jackass Wahl, who I just know has something to do with stirring up shit. I know. He seems sweet, but how can he not tell that his bestie is upset??? Wahl is just too selfish for me to like him. I tried to like him, I really did, but I don't like selfish besties.

Discount Lennon out here trying to drown people.

See, I told you that Wahl was where this bullshit all started. He is being so condescending. Saying he is the most important person to him but then ditching him all the time. I really hope, at some point, Tew beats him up.

Did he drown him???

We're back to the guessing game of: Dead or Passed Out??? (If you said that in a game host voice, give yourself ten points.)

Oh! Not dead! Ohhhhh, another pissing contest in the wild!

I refuse to believe that Tew is that stupid... I hate Wahl because I feel like he is going to get a call from his gf and just leave Guy like he always does.

Ahhh... Nice. Tew planned ahead. Never mind, I take it back. Tew is stupid. Don't lie to the boss, especially not for Wish Lennon.

I don't like the fall troupe when it's Guy and Wahl.... Just saying.

Please, please, let Tew beat him up.

Yes, I agree. You need to put an end to your feelings. Oh, wow! Wahl didn't ditch Guy, but Guy ditched Wahl!!!

Sadly, though, Guy isn't answering Tew's phone calls either.

I really think that Tew should take this opportunity given to him and beat up Wahl.

The wrong person got punched! That did not go the way that I wanted.

Guy ran home. I can respect that. Except the fact that he is acting like a two-year-old. Awww, bless him. Well, at least now he is realizing that he is running away from everything.

Finally!!!

What does it say that Tew didn't stop till he found you Guy? LOVE, the communication going on. I love that Tew is calling out Guy, telling him that he feels this way and ran because he cares about him.

He called him little boy! And then gave him a real hug!!!

Ahhh, Tew confessing. Hot damn! They are making up for that shitty ending last episode!

OH SHIT.... He is going to quit the gangster life... I'm scared.

Never mind, we'll just shelve that concern for another day. Carry On. 💜💜💜

#my dear gangster oppa #luta talks my dear gangster oppa #tew x guy #coconuts mafia

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archivalofsins · 2 years ago

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So, I've seen the new Amane gifs and-

Spoilers under the cut.

Big sister Shion, I think you misplaced your taser-

Again.

In all seriousness, I would like to discuss the second gif in this batch. Since at first glance, it looked like Amane arriving home to me. However, it could come off as an abduction. If she's leaving a public area or is in one. Something that's still a possibility given all the papers covering the door.

Unless, for some reason, Amane's family just hangs papers on the inside of their home door or own a business that does that. Either of these things could be the case. Since we see them working on a set in Magic, and they could put things up at home like this to remind them of certain things. That's not uncommon in familial residences, after all.

However, the papers and cards there looked to be put up for advertising purposes. Kind of like what one would see on a bulletin board just on the door. This is usually done on the front doors of businesses, which is why I said this makes it possible for this scene to be an abduction.

Now I do believe that Riyone, the one shown to use electricity on Amane in Magic, is more than likely her mother. However, I also believe her parents are more than likely divorced, and her mother was using the pilgrimage thing to kill two birds with one stone.

Q.09 Tell us your family structure.

Kazui: It’s only me now.

Amane: It was my father, my mother and me.

By explaining away her father's sudden absence and displaying to Amane that her father believes in this too. This would motivate Amane to take these teachings more seriously because, as we have been shown over and over again, Amane has great respect, admiration, and love for her father.

Q.02 Who do you look up to?

Kazui: You won’t know them even if I say, but I have a childhood friend I really respect. Sorry for just answering someone from my personal life.

Amane: My father. He’s been away on a trip for a while, but I think that’s very honourable of him.

So, if she was led to believe that her father followed these teachings as well she would try harder to be a good girl in order to,

A. Make her dad proud.

B. Be like her father.

C. Possibly see him if she's good enough.

Q.13 Who do you want to see right now?

Kazui: They won’t see me anymore.

Amane: My father. I want him to praise me for all my hard work.

Japan favors leaving the kid with the parent, which will cause the least change in the child's life. So, they tend to give custody to the parent the child is living with at the time. This is why it's become common for parents who are about to divorce their spouse to either kick the other out of the home or move without notice taking the kid(s) with them and then get a divorce.

"Parents secretly moving out and taking children with them isn’t unheard of-in fact, it’s often viewed in Japan as justified, in part because of instances where domestic violence is alleged. Such unilateral separations are legal in Japan, but if the other parent attempts to take the child back, that can be considered an illegal removal."

This would explain why Kazui and Amane were paired together as their stories may heavily involve highlighting the failings of the divorce system.

If Amane's mother did do this, then her father wouldn't have any legal right to see Amane, and her mom could just come up with any excuse for his absence she wanted. Something that divorced parents tend to do anyhow even when not given such beneficial circumstances to do it under.

"Each year, divorce affects roughly 200,000 Japanese children, double that of 50 years ago in a country where the total number of minors has plummeted. Of children with divorced parents, 1 in 3 said they eventually lost all contact with the noncustodial parent, a 2021 government survey showed. Given the system’s winner-take-all approach, spousal battles have only intensified, escalating the economic and emotional damage." X

Overall, given what we know, Amane's situation is rather complicated. However, I find it very telling that a lot of people are willing to endanger/torment a child for the safety and comfort of a bunch of adults.

Simply because this is always how child abuse and neglect has been treated by society. Especially when done by a parent. The concept itself is so abhorrent and senseless that many would rather look away from the issue entirely than confront it. Even if they must shift the blame to the victim to do so.

It's easier to go,

"Well, that kid must have done something to get that response from their parent."

Objectively true statement. Something was done to cause this. That's simply how cause and effect work. However, that something can range from things as simple as helping another person in a way they deem unacceptable

or breathing wrong.

The victim undergoing familial abuse doesn't get to pick the struggle it fucking picks them. It's Monday and their primary caretaker had a bad day at work? Guess who's getting beat again. This may be the rest of their evening or week now. Aw shit- did they get a low grade on a test?

Hope they're ready to go to the quiet room or sit at a table for seven hours to be taught this from the beginning. Because they're making their parent(s) look bad. If only they were smarter and not a complete embarrassment, then they could be having fun right now.

20/06/18

Amane: Thank you very much for teaching me. ……but, though I realise it’s strange me saying this after I asked you, I must admit it’s kind of unexpected. You give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in things like this.

Kotoko: ……well, you’re not wrong. I’m surrounded by people who could all be murderers, so I don’t plan on going out of my way to talk and make friends. I can’t let my guard down. But I like ambitious people like you. If you want to study more, then I’m happy to teach.

Amane: I see…… You look scary at first impression, but I quite like the way you treat everyone equally regardless of whether they’re older or younger than you. You don’t just treat me like a child or anything like that.

Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that. There, I’ve finished marking. 83%. How do I put it… Even though you act like this, it’s not like you’re super brilliant at studying or anything, huh.

Ah, they managed to fix all those things; man, that's nice. Why do they always need something (clothes, food, water, etc)? Have they thought of their parent(s) needs lately? Recognized how hard their parent(s) are trying. They have it rather good, considering some kids are out there starving. How can they be so ungrateful?

Shifting the onus of blame onto the victim is quite literally a good way to make sure the bar is always moving, and success is unobtainable. This is literally the first thing abusive parents do. Make the abuse seem like the child's fault.

"Well, that was then - this is now. You don't have to keep behaving this way. You're in a safe environment."

An objectively true statement. However, that may not feel emotionally true due to how long the individual has been in an unsafe environment, the likelihood of them changing the behavior that they learned to cope with that immediately is pretty much nonexistent.

"If they were unhappy, they'd say something. It would show more they wouldn't be doing as good at school."

No, they wouldn't; depending on the severity and duration of the abuse.

Usually, the intention of child abusers, especially parents who abuse their children, is to not get caught. They will actively go out of their way to make it look like things are as good as possible. If the kid does or says something that contradicts that they'll just punish them. So, when well-meaning people go,

"Is something wrong?"

The first instinct for a child suffering under familial abuse may be to lie. Because if they don't, whoever they are talking to may discuss what they have told them with their caretaker leading to them getting in trouble again. Sometimes parents that partake in this type of behavior will even coach their kids when it comes to lying.

"How'd you get this?" - "Playing."

"Why did you miss so many days of school?" - "I caught a cold."

"Hey, do you like it at home?" - "Yep, my life is great. My parent(s) and I do (acceptable to mention hobby here) on these days. It's a lot of fun. Why do you ask?"

For children living under these sorts of conditions every waking moment is a fucking balancing act. They either say the right thing or get in trouble because at the end of the day they're going to have to go back home. So, children living under these sorts of conditions are well aware of what happens if they act a certain way in public by the time they reach school age.

"I mean, it could be that... but it's best not to pry."

The quiet part out loud. People don't want to be bothered by it. It's uncomfortable and usually considered to not be the business of outside parties unless it's child services. So, people look the other way and get uncomfortable when it's even alluded to near them. They'll look at the kid and go well, that's bumming me out. Best to think about things that can be solved at the end of the day. I mean, that's their legal guardian. I can't tell someone else how to raise their kids.

That's just how a majority of people view child abuse/neglect. Because children are either a nice thing to have around, or a problem that should be ignored or handled. Everyone in Milgram outside of Amane has been given a good deal of the benefit of the doubt. Despite them all being older and just as capable of understanding their behavior along with the hurt it has caused while rationalizing why they did it as she is.

Amane is the only character in the series who has been treated with the scrutiny of an adult despite everything she's been through. To me, that's very fucked up. It's gotten to the point that I don't believe people even recognize they're doing it. They don't recognize they're justifying continuing to let a kid remain in an abusive environment because it makes their lives easier. Because then they'll be more comfortable.

Directly mirroring the way child abuse is pushed to the side and swept under the rug in the real world.

Because at the end of the day people only care about children when it's convenient for them. When it's easy to care, when the person they're protecting the kid from is someone they already dislike. People have no trouble pointing out these issues then. Because it's easy to talk about the pain of children or someone being younger when it helps others support or deny something they already feel a certain way about.

It's easy for one to conclude that what Futa did was wrong, that Mu, Yuno, or Haruka made a mistake because of their ages and upbringing. Yet when shown the horrendous treatment Amane has endured and her age being put on full display from the beginning... Somehow there's still room to dance around the idea of whether she should be Innocent (Forgiven) or not.

Despite being given the option to not continue to torment the youngest, most vulnerable, and consistently neglected person here, many can suddenly find a good deal of justifications to continue her punishment.

All I did was say a bad thing was wrong, how was I to know that was gonna to happen; what about what you're doing?

"Futa isn't sorry, he just doesn't want to get punished." A lot of people wanted to discuss remorse earlier and how Futa displays it. Yet, showing remorse isn't indicative of change. Plus, remorse and shame look a lot alike.

The most important thing with Futa is he not only recognized that what he did was wrong regardless of how he displays that- He, also took the necessary steps to change his behavior moving forward. In order to prevent what had happened before from happening again. He's actively attempted to show more concern for those younger than himself since entering Milgram.

Even though he isn't particularly good at communicating, he goes out of his way to attempt to check in on others and asks about them. Despite saying he can't afford to do that he's still done so. Even going to inquire about Haruka.

He can do that but despite seeing the consequences of our judgements, a lot of people are too comfortable with doubling down on some of the most disenfranchised characters within Milgram. Simply because the idea of that sort of person existing to some is a personal offense.

That's fine Milgram let's you vote on that alone after all. However, I definitely wouldn't like my name being used to excuse the mistreatment of others. So, instead of saying it's for another prisoner's sake how about we cut out the middleman and get straight to the point.

Some people within the fandom would be more comfortable with Milgram if Amane were restrained. It would give certain individuals a sense of peace of mind.

No matter how easily broken that will be by whatever prisoner decides to act up next during the intermission in response to their verdict.

Despite everyone in Milgram showing little or no fear of Amane and Mahiru literally saying this,

Q.13 What do you think of Amane?

Shidou: Us adults need to do something for her. I can’t do anything while looking after the injured right now so I have to leave it to someone else, which is bothering me.

Mahiru: I would’ve loved to play a lot with her if she was doing better.

So, it'd be nice if people stopped using Mahiru as an excuse to hurt another prisoner that she has admitted to liking numerous times.

Q.10 Which of the other prisoners do you get along with?

Kazui: Shidou-kun, Mikoto and me all smoke together, so I think we get along well.

Amane: If I had to pick someone, then Yuno-san and Mahiru-san.

Plus, this is simply rich; looking back on all these people discussing the safety and care of children to compare it to how they're acting now. Justifying continuing the mental suffering of a child simply because it appears narratively convenient to them. You're going to meta vote the kid twice, really? Okay, go ahead.

That's the sort of place Milgram is after all. A place that says children only matter when they can fit into the framing most convenient to the one speaking. It doesn't matter if Amane is tortured blatantly on screen, it doesn't matter if she's having a rough time. Because a bunch of people have already decided that coddling adults who should damn well be able to protect themselves is more important than a child's safety.

Not surprising or disappointing, that's just the natural way of things in society.

I mean you might as well, I don't know-

Ignore the consistent signs of familial abuse happening around her, ostracize her because the idea makes you uncomfortable, avoid her like a plague. Put her in the corner because children are meant to speak only when spoken to.

Oh...hm that sounds familiar-

Lol, fuck kids though am I right? The only time people decided to care about Satoko, and her lived experiences, was when she was a teenager. Maybe if Amane was a few years older, then her lived experiences would matter. For now, though, nah-

Moving on! I'd also like to discuss two other gifs; the close-up of the baton with rope attached and the attempted flag twirling. Given what we've seen I believe that Purge March will be retreading what we are shown in Magic except subtracting Amane's idealized view of things.

It was implied that this was her ideal at the end of Magic through this image-

A scene that brings to question all of the presentation of Magic. That made me wonder if this is how things went or just Amane's more idealized retelling.

Star pointed out the absence of anyone in front of the stage in her post Sunday. However, there's another thing that's odd. The thing we see before the credits roll isn't everyone standing together as they are in the end but Amane by herself brandishing her wand-

However, unlike when she first brandished it her chibi form her wand moves from her left hand to her right back to her left again before the fake credits role at the end of Magic.

This also happens directly after everyone just mysteriously disappears like right before this she was dancing with just Yuri and Riyone-

Since we noticeably see Yuri isn't holding anyone else's hand and Riyone doesn't seem to be either. So, where did Gachata and Gozake go? Then when they are back in the credits it's like this-

Instead of Amane being in between Yuri and Riyone like she was before she's between Gozake and Riyone.

Since she did this when no one else seemed to be present this could mean a variety of things. One that she may have used the wand more than once, two she did a routine of some sort which she just finished, or even denote handedness meaning her left hand is more than likely her dominant one.

Considering how her routine begins with the wand in her left hand and ends with it in her left hand. However, I don't know enough about baton twirling to say. Plus, every video I've found on it has emphasized starting with one's right hand regardless of dominance. So, this is odd.

(Star here! Given the religious aspects of Amane's circumstances, it could also be something to do with the stigma left-handed people have/had. They might have forced her to use her right hand for things. A prime example of this is the gif of her attempting to spin the flagpole. This could indicate that Amane was forced to use her right hand, resulting in a loss of motor skills you wouldn't get when using your dominant hand. Further backing this is the fact that in the close-up gif of Amane twirling the baton, she starts with her left hand and then transfers it to her right)

Adding to that in baton twirling people are specifically trained to use both hands and it's widely accepted that one is meant to start with the right. Though the baton is usually meant to be the length of one's dominant hand.

Video on Baton Measuring: X, X

Outside of giving us a possible idea on her handedness- This also adds more depth to this answer given by Amane in her first written interrogation-

Q.14 Do you listen to music?

Kazui: I guess I do from time to time. It’s all super old music though, so I don’t think you’ll know it.

Amane: I don’t particularly listen to it for fun.

Because if Amane is majorette which has been all but stated, she would listen to music predominantly to practice her routines. This would give more depth to her pairing with Kazui as well. Since they've both been heavily related to the performing arts in some way.

Baton Twirling routines: X, X, X, X, X

What Amane appeared to be doing in the new gif using the baton with the string: X

(What Amane appears to have attempted with the flag toss: X)

Back to how Purge March may be the same events just less idealized.

If you look at these frames-

Notice that the way the flagpole lands on Amane's head and how the impact affects her mirrors this scene of Gachata flicking her forehead.

(This time, it's Star typing something! Gunsli was busy for a bit so I was headed to write this up o7

Taking this and the gif of her desperately trying to make her way through the water to grab the flag in front of her, it's likely they are going to use the switch from flagpole to baton as an allegory. Specifically, to better illustrate the timeline of events/order of circumstances.

Though, to expand on this, the flag may also represent the idea of everyone living happily together that Amane refers to in Magic. The baton, however, represents the ideologies surrounding the cult her family is involved in. If this is true, then it could also be visual shorthand for the idea of Amane changing her priorities.)

With that I think we're done here. There's a lot of interesting things about Purge March and I think it's going to follow up on Magic well. It's making me more and more excited for Double. Milgram has been very hush-hush about Amane and Mikoto. So, their songs might just end up speaking more than any of the others so far.

#milgram #amane momose #cw child abuse

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cazzyf1 · 1 year ago

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My favourite quotes and facts from "Wolfgang Graf Berghe von Trips - Biographie von Reinold Louis'

Warning: I've been translating this book from German to English as I read and took down notes, so some of the quotes are not grammatically correct or sound off due to the translator

• He believed in God

• His mother nicknamed him 'Little Wolf'

• Up until age six Wolfgang von Trips grew up alone away from children, so when he first went to school with others he was beaten by mean kids as he didn't know how to interact around them

• "I was never beaten. With one exception: when I was said to have lied, which wasn't true. I was always raised to be completely honest and have always followed this. That's why I was incredibly insulted at the time because people didn't believe me and because I felt the punishment was unfair." -p23

• The first time he drove a car on public roads was when he was 14 and out horse riding with his dad. His dad's horse got spoked and his dad fell off and smashed his nose. Wolfgang was unable to keep control of his horse so had to let him go and hope he went back the stable (which he did) while Wolfgang ran home, told his mum what had happened and got a family car out, drove it through the village to his dad and then drove him to the doctors

• "I had to stand in front of this Christmas tree and the nativity scene and recite my Christmas poem: 'I come from deep in the forest, I have to tell you, it's very Christmassy...' The memory of this is very deeply embedded in me. -p26

• Wolfgang was intrested in astronomy but never got the time to look more into it

• He didn't like spinach

• "What I saw of the war back then, what I had to go through myself, affected me very much and, as they say, I literally collapsed and was then sent home." - p34

• "I said that I was once very idealistic and devoted myself to all things that in our country were called war and defense of the fatherland. And now the war was lost. That was actually a complete inner breakdown for me because I simply didn't know where I belonged now." - p37

• "I had never been on a motorcycle before, so I had a crazy fear of the monster. But I dreamed of her and I wanted to take her to bed with me." - p42

• When Wolfgang was at his boarding school with his car, him and his friends would sneak over into the French border in his car and smuggle back wine to drink

• Wolfgang was arrested once in front of the British soilders as he had been trading farm food for tyres with a British soilder but then the British soilder died and some other soldiers discovered the tyres on Wolfgangs car and thought he had stole them

• "First day alone on Kreuzeck then Zugspitze, met 2 girls. Next day Wank. Met the ice revue girls again in the evening. Lived near me. From then on we toured together. Both quite nice. One too sensible. Other fall in love with me. Those were nice days"

• "I don't have a single real friend there either. I socialize like that with everyone, but it's not the right thing. The boys are completely different from here." - P49

• Wolfgang really liked going to the cinema, he saw films like 'The last Veil', 'People from the variety show' and 'Son ein Früchtenchen'

• At his apartment when at school he loved to sleep on his balcony when it was hot

• "It's actually funny, I still don't have a girlfriend, I have to laugh sometimes, and there aren't many sensible girls around either." - p50

• "I'm currently lying in my castle with my head under a deck chair because of the sun, eating crumble cake and drinking Biomaris. The boy is racing around like crazy trying to get to the girls. One of them keeps looking at him challengingly and it drives him completely crazy. I haven't met anyone yet, I'm just lazing around in the area." - p51

• "I haven't been happy with myself for a long time. The swing, the fresh naturalness, etc. have been lost to me here.But I don't want to believe what mom says about vapid selfishness. I defend myself against it. Must be different. Self-aggrandizing. I look bad, she says almost every time lately. I'm kind of weird too. Sometimes I don't feel completely healthy. Right now I'm ok." - p65

• Wolfgang von Trips was forced to leave his school as he wasn't doing well in his classes. He could recognise this and knew that he had no motivation for school as it was making him very lazy because he didn't have the energy to do well. All that brought him joy was his motorbike racing that he had started to pick up.

• His was then sent to another school to focus more on agriculture and found the people he was with more interesting than previously

• He didn't always eat well so his parents had it arranged that he could go to a hotel and get food whenever he wanted however when he wanted to buy a car he made a deal with the hotel that he wouldn't eat there anymore in exchange for the money his parents said and the hotel can pretend he was eating there

• "I was really afraid of death when I heard Beethoven's piano sonata op. 111" - p85

• "And then I'm so tense, kind of nervous. It's also because I deal with too many people and this causes me to tear myself apart. I don't have a steady girlfriend, sometimes I flirt with Erika Perps, then I'm with Erika Nies and Birgitta, I keep an iron in the fire everywhere and yet I'm not really friends with anyone" - p88

• "I'm not okay. I think Rosa likes me. It's a strange relationship between us. Somehow I know she's not right for me. I like her a lot and it's also very practical, but I've been looking for something else for a long time, but I don't have the energy to, firstly, get away from it and, secondly, to find a really nice, lovely girl who I like and who has something It requires striving for something more formed and more stable. Well, let's see how everything goes. I already had an unpleasant thing with my mother because of it. She spoke to Rosa's mother about us and this trivial matter turned into an embarrassingly stupid one because this one comment about her son-in-law was made to Heinz who told me about it. I stupidly raged at mom and now she snapped. Well, okay again now. Firstly, it's embarrassing for me and secondly, I definitely don't want anyone to say or suspect anything about Rosa and me in any circles. I wouldn't be happy with that." - p91

• "Unfortunately, I'm afraid of feelings and can't live them out or give myself up to surrender to them. I'm not honest with myself. Even with girls. I always played, never admitted my feelings, not even to Mira or to myself. Erika and Rosa now live together. Is it better for me? Erika is a lovely guy, I like him very much. Had some wine and liqueur last night. Was one with Rosa an hour alone in the room. Usual scuffle, she was very soft and had tears in her eyes as I tormented her with words. I like them, that's very clear, but somehow I have an obstacle. I'm almost afraid to bring about a discussion, an understanding, because then I no longer feel free and I don't want to commit myself under any circumstances, especially not in this case. It would be nice to simply like a person and know that they like you and to have mutual understanding and a feeling of togetherness. Then again I think it wasn't real with her and I'm too ashamed to reveal myself. But it's just the way it is, when you're intimate with a person, something has to say about whether you want to overcome me and I have it here or not. (Just writing this down now costs the fear of saying too much. But that also depends on the object.) Oh, what I would give for the moment when I could write affirmatively with all my heart here in this book "I'm in love" to show myself like that to people and calmly to the world around me. I'm sure I have these feelings now too, and sometimes I'm quite happy when I'm with her. But it annoys me that there is no one else where, as I said, I could freely admit it." - p94

• "The last few days have been completely under the influence of Marlene, my entire day thinking only revolved around her. Especially when I'm alone, I torment myself with the idea of having to leave in a few days and then not seeing her again. I've never experienced anything like that in my life and I'm completely blown away. When I'm with her it's a little different, you don't think like that. But it's true that I love her very much. I've never seen a girl like that before, she's pretty much what I dreamed of, a real young, completely untouched girl. Think she loves me too. Went with her last night to the fireworks in a neighboring town (with her sister, her fiancé and an Englishman who, unfortunately, he was visiting her). I was able to curl up and walk along the bank with her. I could barely hold a conversation, it was strange. I always have the specter of never seeing her again and I'm just different in everything when I'm with her. There are no words to describe what it was like, I can only state the facts, not the feeling. Maybe later I'll remember how I suddenly took her in my arms and kissed her, not on the mouth. I took it easy for a moment and I've never seen a girl feel like that. Think it was her first hug. God, I want to capture all of this, but when I think about yesterday and read it now... You can't express it in a few words. was as if they were together men would sink. I don't know, she became very soft and walked completely differently without any support. I would have loved to tease her. Had to go back soon. She kept saying “you” to me. I asked her if she would like to have me. She evaded the fact that I would soon be leading. But she said that until now she had raved and was happy with a few boys and now that she had met me something had torn inside her. Have to ask her again what she means by that. Maybe things will actually get better once I'm gone. But now I have a fear of the descent that doesn't leave me alone all day long. This afternoon I lay in my bed and cried like a little girl. Child. Baseless. Then I slept a bit and then went for a swim, but always brooding and longing for Marlene. On Friday I was in Friborg with her and the really nice Englishman (I could kill him) in a '50 Pontiac Hydromatic. It cost me 150 francs, but I was with her. Sometimes she looks at you. I notice I'm going crazy, will it be over soon? Don't think so. It's pretty deep, but what should I do? Hopefully I can get her alone again, it's not easy. I never thought something like this could happen to me. I'd better stop writing, it'll all come out of one thing. I'm in love, I'm loved too, but what's the use? Lausanne-Cologne-Benefeld is too far, hopefully I'll probably get over it soon and so will she, the little one. But one more thing as a fact: I don't smoke anymore and not as long as I have my love for her. Hold on too, I know that..." - p98/99

• "I just have times when I have no vitality, I don't do anything, I'm tired and I see everything as if through a veil, I can't find an excuse for anything and I completely lose connection with the past and the future. By that I mean that all plans are forgotten and nothing is carried out what was planned. That nothing is planned for the future and that all further thoughts are no longer there, there is nothing that could give me a boost. Then the picture suddenly changes. You remember the good streak again, pick up old plans, make new ones, feel good and just have it no longer have these dragging feelings like before, is somehow freer, as if freed from a nightmare and can do something. I just want to know how this is connected, whether it's purely physical in nature is or whatever comes into" - p112

• Wolfgang would feel very depressed being back at home after he finished school. He felt trapped and being alone without any young friends was tough on him.

• Wolfgang has commitment issues and he found it hard announcing it to the world his feelings and that he is intrested in someone. Instead he preferred to hide it all.

• Wolfgang found it hard to figure out if what he felt towards a woman was love or infatuation. He would have sex with the girls he knew but was very hesitant to have relationships. His feelings would change quickly and he could quickly loose intrest. He did love Rosa a bit but not to the extent that she loved him

• He tried to quit smoking a few times but it would always come back

• "I actually like dancing, not very well, but I like it. I really like jazz music gladly. I also like classical music, thanks to my mother. My mother has a very great understanding of music. She used to play the piano herself, almost to the point where she was ready for a concert, and that's why we often had it in our house good music, piano concerts and stuff, heard. I was exposed to jazz music through the colored Americans with whom I had these discussions. They often played their records during the day and told me a lot about jazz." - p121

• "The days with Marlene in Heidelberg and Stuttgart were nice, but they could no longer be what being with the girl meant to me back in Switzerland. I was really in love then, but now I saw a lot of things with different eyes. Maybe my whole inner hollowness and apathy is partly to blame, but mainly the fact that the charm of the unspoken and very tender, unconscious and, to me, so foreign way of approaching and communicating with a girl doesn't mean anything under normal circumstances is extraordinary and therefore only the appeal of the real A very touching and very delicately hinted caress remains." - p121/122

• "then the moment comes when I'm standing on the street in Cologne and see the buyer driving away on my motorcycle, my R 51. My motorcycle, which carried me through the years, which was, so to speak, my everything, with which I drove to all my events and visited my girlfriend! This piece of my life was suddenly taken away by someone else! Then my world collapsed inside me, it was terrible, I stood there and wanted to cry" - p136

• "Wolfgang has a lot of self-doubt during this phase. He simply lacks a conversation partner with whom he can exchange ideas, who can inspire him or who can provide him with assistance in some other way. He often sits alone in his second room in Brühl and sees writing letters as the only way to express his thoughts" - p138

• "I sometimes see myself as the offspring of a rich family who races in his youth and has no idea about anything and no more money when he gets old. I dont want that...I still have to learn something, but I can't stop driving, I'm too invested in it." - p144

• "As I turned more and more to the car, this began to fade because I suddenly had something else on the side that I hadn't had before. She actually gave us the impetus, as they say, to break things off. Of course, I initially rejected this. Then, when she noticed that I was slipping more and more into this car atmosphere, I wrote She told me that it would be better if we separated so that we wouldn't destroy our beautiful memories too. It can no longer be the way it was anyway. All of this went through my head again when I didn't turn right as usual, but instead stayed on the motorway and continued driving. That was a moment I will never forget because it was probably the final crossroads. But at that moment I also realized that from now on a new life will begin for me and that everything will somehow be completely different. Actually, I was kind of happy about it. It was something new and I really threw myself into it and dedicated my heart and soul to this driving." - p146

• ">Ovo con salato - that was the first Italian I heard and that I wrote it down in my diary, and I always remember this “ovo con salato” fondly. So we all ate egg and salad and then it was time to go to our hotel, the address of which had been written down for us and which was in Gardone Val frompia. That was such a nice sounding word and I thought it was so great, that I constantly said it to myself, yes I had to say it because I often said it afterwards had to ask for directions. >Excuse me, where to Gardone Val Trompia? I had to learn this sentence by heart that evening and yet everything was so great for me that I hardly slept the rest of the night because of my excitement." - p147

• "But what moved me the most was the fact that I, who only had a shirt and trousers to wear, received a white overall from the Porsche mechanics with the words “Porsche” clearly visible on the back. That was really great for me" - p148

• "Helmut is very excited: Your parents are standing back there, I think they've already recognized me. What we do?" So I turn around very carefully and I see my mother with the binoculars, looking right at me. So there was nothing to be done and so I half a good face made the bad game and waved. She then waved and I went over to her to the delight of the audience in the stands who were watching everything. I found a place with my parents and from the stands watched the race for the “European Grand Prix,” which Juan Manuel Fangio won in the new Mercedes-Benz. I don't remember much else because the big races were at that time outside of my sphere of interest" - p157

• "When he took part in motorcycle competitions as one of the "three wild pigs", Rolf Clasen's wife always packed an extra package of sandwiches "ur da Jung" in his storage bag. And after he switched to a pumped Porsche, his sports mates Friedrich Victor H and Hans Lappe supplied him with food during racing events and the cook at eese Rolff often opened her pantry in the evenings when Wolfgang was on his way home" - p167

• "'Well, boy, now listen. You are now the young guy in the racing team and maybe you are even faster than Karl Kling. But it's certainly more intelligent if you stay behind him, because he's the big driver now, and since he wants to step down soon, it would certainly be better and so...” And so on. There I stood, a little embarrassed and didn't know how to behave" - p185

• "Then I was allowed to drive three laps and get out again. I was never told what times I achieved. Nobody cared about me. There was not a word of recognition, no advice or criticism. Nothing came, nothing at all and, to be honest, I was very embarrassed. Only one person took the time to talk to me and that was Juan Manuel Fangio. We didn't have a common language, but his comradely care for me, a newcomer, was evident in every gesture he made and in every word he spoke, which I mostly only partially understood. I never forgot that, even in later years when I was more firmly in the saddle and had found my own way, and I believe that there is no better way to carry and preserve the memory of the great man and racing driver Fangio than trying to emulate him in every way. Looking back, I don't want to blame anyone, because before this race everyone had to deal with themselves. It was quite a burden and I also had to master this car at speeds that were completely unknown to me up to that point" - p191

• Wolfgang experiences Christmas and the New Year on the high seas. Peter Collins is not only an ideal travel companion for him, but he is active also with great success as an entertainer for the passengers. If he his When stories are told about racing cars, the slopes and colleagues, those standing by listen, fascinated and mostly smiling. The ship is anchored in Montevideo for two days because the cargo has to be unloaded. After an afternoon stroll through the city, two passengers are missing: Peter Collins and a young Brazilian woman who got on in Rio. Excitement on board, especially with Wolfgang. The ship finally sets off half an hour late. Peter suddenly appears from the crowd on land collins at a stretched trot, holding the girl by the hand. Wolfgang has his film camera at hand and captures this scene. Collins gesticulates to find someone who is chasing the dwindling steamer with him and the girl in an ancient tucker boat. Hundreds Pairs of eyes follow the maneuver from the deck. The ship has to hey and shorten the distance. Sailors have already started down a gangway. The “pursuers” found it difficult to keep up with Taempo, but that made little sense because the distance was increasing instead of decreasing. Wolfgang rushes to the captain with two other passengers. When the command "Slow speed ahead" got to the engine room, the Boce got them. The two of them climbed on board with embarrassed faces. A nice spat from the captain follows and Collins, who was wrong about the time, falls out of favor with the passengers." - p229/230

• "An English friend Peter Collins dispelled all my doubts and persuaded me. I also have him to thank for the fact that my first racing adventure in a formula car ended well." - p231

• "I was amazed at the endless patience of Peter Collins, who came to me after every lap and told me what I had done wrong" - p232

• "I stood there closed my eyes, thought of an extreme curve and mentally performed everything that I had tried in vain to master during training. >Approach the curve, brake carefully, let it slide away, not too much, accelerate. How many times have I repeated this and muttered it to myself, rehearsed it in my head? I don't know it. Anyway, Mike Hawthorn poked me in the ribs and asked: >What about you? Are you crazy?<" - p232

• "Finally he arrived, and sure enough, he rolled up to the pits. I can't remember why I already had my helmet on and my gloves on, but that's how it was. All I had to do was get in the car and drive off. Nevertheless, my throat almost constricted with excitement. Galt. Maybe Collins' stay in the pits isn't mine at all? Then he waved to me. I couldn't believe he meant me and looked around for Mike Hawthorn, who was standing nearby. But Mike acted as if it was none of his business, even though it would have been his turn if Peter Collins had wanted to get out.. 'Come on, get away,' Collins said to me as he got up from the cockpit, and Icha was in the Formula 1 car faster than I had hoped and dreamed." - p233

• "I felt an exhilarating feeling because I knew that I had joined the circle of Grand Prix drivers and was accepted. But I also knew that I still needed a lot to become a master like my friend Peter Collins, who had selflessly given me a chance." - p233

• "Wolfgang races over a bumpy railway crossing.The car jumps almost a meter high and Wolfgang's provisions are thrown out. Now he only has his pocket supply of glucose at his disposal. And it runs out quickly. Wolfgang's physical strength dwindles, his concentration wanes, he becomes slower." - p240

• Enzo Ferrari definitely should have cut off Wolfgang's beard after this sensational placement. Because the Commendatore made Wolfgang's entry subject to the condition that if he placed from third place upwards, Wolfgang's memory of the Nürburgring accident would have to fall victim to the scissors. At the finish, however, Enzo Ferrari generously waived the agreement and so the "goatee" still adorns Wolfgang's chin when he is a guest at the Frankfurt Motor Show in October and is there for the press. dien poses. Huschke von Hanstein then had a brilliant idea. And so it happens that Wolfgang appears at the exhibition in the morning with a beard and in the afternoon, in a different wardrobe, shows up without a beard and asks an industrial boss, who rubs his eyes in surprise, whether he hasn't seen his brother." - p249

• "You talk about shifting your values - I think that's only partly true. You already have the ability to love within you - but, I think, over time you have simply forgotten how to properly analyze your feelings. And so you have deceived people. I bet it's women who accuse you of callousness and coldness, women who hoped you would do things and do things that Dua can't do, for the one reason that your whole 'I', your whole life, your longing and suffering has a motto that doesn't tolerate rivals or secondary feelings: racing - you're a man possessed somewhere, that's not good because you're sacrificing too much, putting too much into one thing." - a letter sent to Wolfgang from a friend, p 271

• "Wolfgang makes garden plans, he “dusts off” the castle. His mother, a great supporter of natural medicine, keeps dozens of types of tea in a cupboard, almost all of which are so old that there is only tea dust in the boxes and bags. This is a thorn in Wolfgang's side and when his mother is absent again, he removes all the teas from the cupboard, buys a new cupboard and fills it with freshly bought tea herbs. His secretary's horrified question, 'Is this okay? he answers in his own way: >I want to tell you one thing, Ms. Floßdorf. If my mother finds out and I'm still here, I'll be hanging from a tree. But you’re right next to it!” »Me, why me? >You didn't stop it and you didn't tell my mother!" - p278

• "He, who has always gotten along well with Mike, finds this way of dying particularly tragic. A few days later he also expressed his condolences to Enzo Ferrari" - p178

• Count Crashes is what the English dubbed him after his spectacular fall into the rose bush at Monza. The aura of “Graf Bruchs” preceded him to the USA. But the Americans give it a different name: they call it Tattys respectfully and this name was first used by immigrants from Wales to describe people who, because of their courage and fearlessness, were exemplary and outstanding in the settlement of the former “Wild West”. were. Taffy, that's what most of his racing colleagues call him, is what journalists in newspapers, magazines and radio stations call him. And "Taffys is a popular and skillful interview partner and when his bright and bold boyish face with his lively gray eyes flashes across the American television stations in the bungalows, palaces, apartments, living rooms and even slums and he speaks easily in a bright voice, answers easily, even downright effervescently, then many a “lady” or “mommy” looks at the television screen with interest and fascination and lets the cooking pot be the cooking pot or the ice in the whiskey glass melting. Even after races, when only the stripes around his eyes are white because his racing goggles have kept away the dirt that has been swirling up over many hours, when his face is smeared and his hair is sticky with sweat, his entire appearance still reminds you of you Aristocrats and in his verve Robert Redford, who is already at the top of women's favor" - p 280

• "Wolfgang, who has been looking after young talent in motorsports for some time and always strives to get young athletes off the road and onto the safe airfield racing tracks for many people in the clubs." - p293

• 'Elfriede Floßdorf constantly supplies the beautiful Sicilian from Horem with “Muesli à la Wolfgang”, made from oat flakes, fresh fruits and honey from Hemmersbach production. When visiting Catania, Wolfgang can rely on a well-loved and familiar meal thanks to the care and provision of his secretary. Whenever possible, Wolfgang prefers "his" muesli to any other meal and when there are races in Spa-Francorchamps, the Nürburgring or Hockenheim, Elfriede is always there with fresh muesli to please the "Mr. Count" - like her yourself always expressed to seekers - to keep them strong and happy. His muesli also gives Wolfgang the strength he needs in the 1000 km race at the Nürburgring." - p295

• "When his parents are absent for a long period of time, he "makes a point of doing things." In the absence of a key to the room, which can only be accessed from the outside, he simply breaks a window and gains access. Then we tidy up, clear out and rearrange and finally a beautiful room is created that, after breaking through the door, can now be accessed directly from the castle" - p295

• "A second telephone is right next to her bed, because Wolfgang has the habit of calling almost always and from everywhere, just like that ask questions and give instructions. His many starts and trips in South and North America and later in South Africa mean that most of the calls come at night. When the phone rings on Parkstrasse in Horrem after midnight and Elfriede Floßdorf answers, his recurring question is also a greeting: "Have you slept yet?" - p313

• "Wolfgang is one of the witnesses and at the wedding banquet in the "Stallmästergarden" he has the Swedish Princess Birgitta as his table lady. This doesn't catch him unprepared, because Joakim has prepared him for it: "You will be Princess Birgitta's cavalier and that's why it would be good if your tailcoat, which has been under a lot of wear and tear recently, is thoroughly cleaned up." - p 315

• “They were color films, bright colors, but the most beautiful thing about them was what the young count said about them. It just bubbled out of him, and if these two hours could have been broadcast on television, it would have been one of the best. nest programs that have ever been shown." - p 316

• "But what was most charming was his lovely smile and the lively humor with which he knew how to spice things up without meaning to. You had to like Trips, even though he hasn't become a Fangio or a Caracciola yet." - p 316

• "And I believe that the moment we manage to use a technical object to increase our joy in life, our joy in learning - it takes a lot of learning to master such an instrument - and use it in sporting competition , we are not on the wrong path." - p 330

• To declare the right to want to practice our sport without hostility and defamation. We have to express that we cannot do this in the desired form under the current conditions because we lack events and people are negative, almost hostile, towards us . We have to find ways to exercise that exclude the dangers that motorsport has so far become famous for. We must present clear figures about events in England and America and make it clear that we motorsport enthusiasts are no longer willing to be treated as stepchildren.The event must be held in a representative setting. If possible, all sports and racing vehicles in Germany should be exhibited." - p 335

• "Now guess where I was?” The Floßdorf couple, once again brought out of their sleep by Wolfgang to gain entry to the castle and give him his keys, look puzzled. 1a in South Africa...< says Elfriede and husband Willi wants to add something, but he is interrupted by Wolfgang: »I was with the “good Lord”!” "Where were you?!" I gush about the events of the last few days I celebrated New Year's Eve with the Good Lord. You're amazed, aren't you?" Wolfgang's only joy is that he celebrated the turn of the year with the Aga Khan and many guests in his residence together with Princess Gabrielle of Savoy, whom he greatly admired, daughter of the Italian ex-King Umberto." P337

• "Let me tell you a short episode. I was racing with Fangio in Argentina and Fangio flew out of a corner in front of me due to a driving error. We talked about it afterwards and he said to me: 'Yes, I just made a mistake!< You see, a person like Fangio, who for us and especially for me is the greatest driver of our time, even he can fly out of a curve due to a driving error. For me it was, I would almost say, a great experience because I saw that even a driver as perfect as Fangio is ultimately still a person who constantly has to work harder." - p 343

• "This may sound strange, but I just don't have the energy to shake very many hands, so I usually put my hands in my pockets and just nod my head. So this is not rudeness on my part, just a protective device. Because many people think that I have to say goodbye particularly nicely." - p 366

• "There is a happy and exuberant atmosphere at the evening party. Wolfgang leads his guests through the old moated castle and some of the 45 rooms and shows them the sauna he built himself. Joakim Bonnier knows Hemmersbach almost better than he does at home in Sweden, because he is a guest here, often with his wife, and is always welcome. The guests are impressed by the castle." - p 396

• "The next morning he came for breakfast, we stayed together with small interruptions until the afternoon, swam and while we lay in the garden and enjoyed the sun, I prayed that time would stand still - but the good Lord was not merciful. And Then the moment came when he stood calmly in front of me and told me to keep my ears straight - and his last look, those laughing eyes, comforted me..." - p 399

#this took a long time to read #but it was worth it #I've learnt so much about Wolfgang von Trips #and I loved reading his diary entries #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #wolfgang von trips

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Hey, as you are the resident Tom expert: why do think Naomi and Stewy seem to pick up on the fact that logan is abusive or at least damaging, but Tom remains almost willfully oblivious / genuinely oblivious the whole show? Do you think he was playing dumb? Or is it out of his desire to *be* powerful, be wealthy, be like Logan? just really interested in your thoughts if you’re still up for analyzing that insane slimy man clown <3

it's been fully a month since i got this ask i was on a trip with my friends and then went into lemming lockdown. but i have been thinking about it and i do still have thoughts on succession i prommy

this is kind of a complicated knot to untangle - i'll say first off that the way logan treats kendall vs shiv is markedly different, and kendall and shiv respond very differently. naomi and stewy also come from wealthy backgrounds and have some amount of disillusionment with Wealth and Power as a result while tom is, obviously, fixated on social climbing and caught up in the allure of money being a superpower.

with stewy, the biggest thing is that he's been a part of kendall's life since they were kids. while cut script canonicity is always iffy wrt things like 'dinner for winners' etc he's known kendall for, what, 30+ years? the fact is he's been around long enough and closely enough to see a lot more of the roys than most people do - he's also not going to turn a blind eye and enable or excuse like members of the old guard. he doesn't work for logan, he's kendall's best friend. while this doesn't necessarily mean he has always kendall's best interests in mind or that he encourages him towards what we'd consider 'healthy' behaviors, he's had a front row seat to the Kendall Show for decades. he knows first-hand how damaging it is for kendall to remain in logan's proximity/under his control

naomi obviously picks up on How Bad It Is much more quickly, which i would say is a combination of her seeing a lot of herself in kendall, not only with regards to addiction but also wanting to get the money and get out from the family company and all its baggage. in season 2 kendall is also at his absolute lowest, completely under logan's thumb, and everyone's aware of this.

on the whole it's just much more immediately obvious that kendall's fucked and that logan plays a huge role in this. compared to shiv generally being understood as logan's 'favorite,' trying to distance herself from logan/royness at the beginning of the show, and presenting a Cool and Composed front to everyone while kendall walks around with his big brown doe eyes and injured baby bird swagger. neither of them are fully willing to acknowledge just how much damage logan has done, but shiv is much better at hiding the extent of it from other people than kendall is

which is not to say that tom doesn't have some serious cognitive dissonance/conflicts of interest going on, like him asking shiv at the beginning of austerlitz if it's cool to speak to logan 'in a bridge-building way' despite the fact logan accused shiv of knowing about kendall's coup and blew up at her as a result. tom's not totally, willfully blind of what's going on - he saw logan hit iverson at thanksgiving, he got boar on the floor'ed. he correctly assesses in vaulter that 'you saw what your dad did to kendall. there's gotta be the chance he'll do the same to you? get bored of you, once he's got you?' which is again not totally separate from his own self-interest. he needs (or 'needs') to be in logan's proximity and in his good graces in a way stewy or naomi don't, which means smoothing over the fact he's abusive and awful

but i also don't think tom would be able to justify sucking up to logan to himself if shiv didn't okay tom talking to logan in austerlitz, then take logan up on his offer in the summer palace/fixate on the idea of becoming ceo. in an objective sense it's still awful for him to do, of course, but logan has kind of always been between tom and shiv. from his perspective shiv's chosen logan over him before and hasn't stopped him from choosing logan over her in small ways. shiv is chronically unwilling/unable to admit when she's been hurt and tom is unwilling/unable to look past that and recognize when he does something terrible, especially when everyone else is doing the same terrible things

#mingbox #chalkboard #i guess tl;dr is i think tom definitely like. Knows but sees it as something that everyone's accepted as a fact of the world #or the necessary cost of the game being played

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Rating things I remember from my childhood:

- Having horrible hallucinations, especially in the mornings (I was around 3-7)

2/10 (Woke my mom up so many times and the hallucinations also made me throw away many of my toys)

- My mom making me pee in a basin over night every night then throw it the next morning in the toilet (I was 2-11)

0/10 (I was a kid and sometimes I was forgetting to throw it and it would get smelly)

- Lived in the same room I do now with no windows

6/10 (I had more comforting lights back then. Now it just feels like a prison)

- My mom beating me up with her hands and belt and forcing me to read out loud a thick book because I fell by mistake in a fountain and lied to her out of fear that someone else pushed me (I was 6)

0/10 (I still want to cry when I remember)

- A classmate telling me randomly in a trip that I'm worthless and I have no friends and never will (I was 9)

0/10 (I instantly started crying and her mom noticed faster than my own fucking mom)

- My piano teacher yelling at me for hours during lessons (I was 7-10)

3/10 (I was shaking while playing but I tried to never take it personally)

- My mom grabbing me away and telling me "Stop asking kids 'do you want to be friends?'. That's not what friends are." every time I tried to socialize at a playground (I was around 3-7)

7/10 (It only pissed me off because it was repetitive and I was wishing she could just shut the fuck up)

- My mom seeing me with kid lipgloss on and yelling at me "I'm gonna punch you in the face until your lips are gonna be full of blood so you don't need lipstick" (I was 10)

0/10 (I still cry when I remember)

- My dad not being present

7/10 (I was missing him because I thought that if he would be around my mom would stop treating me like trash)

- Being so afraid of my mom that I was even hiding the fact that I was eating ice cream (I was 8)

2/10 (I indeed got my ass beaten up for lying that the ice cream wasn't mine)

- My mom knocking 3 times in the wall as an announcement that my time of talking with my grandparents was over

5/10 (Barely talked to them even tho we lived in the same house)

- My dad randomly making my makeup using my mom's (I was 6-7)

10/10 (The only thing he ever did good. thanks, dad)

- My uncle randomly almost hitting me with his controller because he got mad at a video game (I can't remember the age)

6/10 (A lot of adrenaline, my instincts made me back up and the controller ended up making a hole in the wall. Impressive Ig)

- Crying because I was hating my life and my mom caught me. When she asked me why tf I'm crying I lied "I saw a sad video on YouTube" and she answered "Then stop watching them like a stupid fuck" (I can't remember age)

5/10 (Low-key she was right if that was the case)

- My mom not letting me get out of the room, socialize with others or go out with anyone to play while saying "Just because" (I was 6-16)

0/10 (The reason now I don't feel any need to have relationships, socialize, get out of the room and can't stand anyone around me)

- My mom beating me up on the street and yelling at me because around the straight 10s in school I had a 7 and a 8 (I was 10)

0/10 (I cried since I got to the school with her because I knew what was coming. A teacher tried to comfort me but I couldn't tell her why I was crying because my mom was next to me)

- Me showing my straight 10s grades proudly to my dad and him saying "Yeah.. the two 9s are destroying the line" (I was 10)

3/10 (Why are you fucking talking?? You weren't even present)

- Telling my mom to shut up so I can record a YouTube video of how I play with my MLP figurines like they're in FNAF (I was 8)

10/10 (#Girlboss. She surprisingly shut up and let me record)

- My mom ripping my homework pages and putting me to redo them for no reason at all even if it was already late night (I was 7-10)

0/10 (Biggest torture method she used on me. Now I can't own a notebook without ripping the pages, so I gotta buy and write only on A4 papers. No notebooks)

- Me denying to myself that I got my first period because I was afraid to tell my mom. The second one was heavier and I got forced by nature to tell her (I was 13 Ig?)

5/10 (I did it over text)

- Trying to force a tampon in me because I was scared of telling my mom to buy me pads (still 13)

0/10 (Got painful and gave up. Glad I gave up)

- Beating up all the boys at once in the kindergarten because they tried to bully me for being the only one sitting/playing alone (I was 4-5)

9/10 (#Girlboss but kinda embarrassing from my perspective)

- Beating up a girl in her own house but I can't remember the reason (I was around 7-8)

10/10 (I remember she was one of my bullies and I wasn't having it)

- Got groomed and manipulated into sending nudes thinking I finally made a friend (I was 10)

0/10 (I broke my account some years ago and I noticed the person took screenshots of them. I still wonder where they're now and I feel fucking horrible and pathetic. Their account is deleted so I can't do shit)

- Getting put to raise my little brother since he got born just so my mom to make him hate me like her when he grew older (I was 7-13 when I took care of him)

0/10 (I was seeing him as my child and he was all I was having)

If I'll remember anything else I will update. Rn I'm cutting the shit out of my thighs

#digital diary #chronically online #basement dwellers #doomer #shut in #girl rotting #jirai lifestyle #menhera #yanblr

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roguephenon · 4 months ago

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Before I send in my longer comment, I just want to gush about how much I love how you explore different dynamics of sector v. I especially love how the Kuki and Nigel friendship is somewhat similar to Wally and Abby’s, it’s just that Kuki would make Nigel embrace the whimsy he thinks he doesn’t have anymore. And it’s great how your portray Nigel as one of the few people Kuki can be not so cheery around. It’s one thing to know something and it’s another thing to hear someone actually say it so the whole scene where she gets vulnerable and asks “did you ever have to pretend with me?” Got to me. Like yea she’s the one who canonically teases him the most but she genuinely cares about what he says and respects him in her own way. There’s also the fact that he canonically indulges her the most. Like the FASTFOOD ep where he lets her lead the mission, that ep where he’s willing to have the team go through an unofficial mission just to get her (and his) rainbow monkeys back, the implication that he lets her carry My First Rainbow Monkey around missions, the fact that they actually did have a surprise party for her in OP TRICYCLE even when it wasn’t her actual bday lmao, etc. Heck even in his dream of an AU where he’s some kid-hating president, he trusts her to help him handle most of his affairs lmao. Your work abt them is so good that I feel even more robbed that we never had a fun buddy episode with them. Nigel probably once had a crazy conspiracy theory that Kuki’s mom must’ve been replaced with some corporate robot by Mr. Boss and Kuki’s just psyched that he came over her place to hang out or something while her parents are on their respective business trips again.

Which underrated sector v dynamic would you have wanted more of? In the show or in the realm of fanfic? Personally, I wish they took more advantage of the fact that 2, 3 and 4’s parents all canonically work for the same guy. It would be funny to have them all in some company party with 86 around lmao. I also like that implication in one of the Cold Reception chapters that Hoagie, Kuki and Nigel probably hang around the Treehouse the most (especially during the time where Hoagie’s grandma was at her meanest) much to unpack there. Speaking of their home lives, I always found Hoagie’s and Kuki’s family dynamics interesting as I always thought they were a tad bit more complex than the others? Because the rest of the kids have actual great cookie cutter parents like sure Abby is living with their actual enemy but her dad seems chill with everything else and both Wally and Nigel’s parents are just kinda confused & oblivious but theyre also sweethearts who mean well (tho maybe they shouldn’t have tried sending Wally off to all those boarding schools…but I guess that’s growing up possibly neurodivergent in the 2000’s for you) . I like how Hoagie’s detective work has crossed paths with Kuki’s family like more than once lmao. On that note, who among the parents do you think would be best buddies with each other? Or just would have an interesting dynamic overall? And woah I didn’t expect this to get as long as it did wahhh have a good rest of your day or night??

Never feel bad about long asks, I live for them. As I’m sure most writers do :3

Honestly, I love exploring the dynamic and relationship between Nigel and Kuki the most. You pointed out a lot of things in the show that I believe shows subtext to a deeper bond between. I think they compliment each other in the ways you pointed out, it like you read my mind haha.

Besides that, a dynamic I would’ve liked to see more of is just “buddy” or one on one instances with Nigel and his team in general. We see them interact in a team setting where he’s the leader and it compliments his role, but I feel there’s a chance to explore something deeper if it’s say an episode where Nigel and Wally are alone together having to work thru a situation.

What you said about 2, 3, 4’s parents all working for the same guy and involving 86 is another one I think about as well!

And yes, there’s a lot of layers to Hoagie and Kuki’s family dynamics which is why I tried to give more focus on them here in Cold Reception.

As for the parents themselves, I feel like the Moms interact a lot more than the Dads do. Betty would probably like them all to be closer given things about her I reveal in Cold Reception, but of course, adult responsibilities and other things complicate life a lot. But who knows what the future holds.

I think about sector V’s families a loooot lol

#knd #my writing #cold reception #asks #we love potential unexplored dynamics here #and the parents and their potential stories as well

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cars-and-planes-dork · 2 years ago

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So I randomly felt like quickly sharing my thoughts on all three Cars movies and both Planes movies. Quick disclaimer, no matter how I feel about certain things it's totally cool if you feel different and I respect that.

Cars:

I love Cars. This was my childhood movie that I watched over and over and over again since I was a young child. I love the characters, the plot, and I think the animation holds up really well. I also am glad to see it with adult eyes cause there's a lot of nuance and stuff that I of course didn't get as a child. Recently on a whim I needed to unwind from stress and I put on Cars (just like my parents used to do for me as a kid, lol), and it genuinely did make me feel better and woke up a part of me that had laid dormant for years. Cars is a film that almost makes me wanna take a long drive on Route 66...until I remember I'm not any good at road tripping, lol.

Cars 2:

I have a distinct memory in my mind of being a child in the theater watching Cars 2, turning to my dad and saying 'can we go now?'. I didn't watch it all the way through until recently and I can thoroughly say that I don't despise it, but I'm also not its biggest fan. It's actually something of a guilty pleasure for me now. Sometimes I'll just put it on in the background while I do things. It also makes me contemplate the inner workings of this world more than the writers themselves probably thought about, like how the heck do different makes and models come about, what is the impact of climate change on a world of vehicles, but that's probably its own post. But yeah, I accept it for what it is and even enjoy some parts of it.

Cars 3:

So confession, it took me over 6 years to work up the courage to watch this one. I don't know why I was so worried, but I finally did it. And I loved it. I really think they ended on a good note. I'll admit the first part was probably the weakest in my eyes, but I really enjoyed the tribute to Doc Hudson and I actually teared up and I was happy to learn more about his past. I liked the torch passing narrative as well. I think my biggest complaint is that I wish we could've seen more of Lightning and his friends. (I may be biased because somehow Cal Weathers worked his way into my heart).

Planes:

Planes took longer to stick in my brain than Cars did. I remember going to see it actually, the local air and space museum did a showing of it and I went to watch it with my family. My parents didn't like it much but I remember being happy with it. Upon rewatching, there's things I like, but there's a part of me wishing it was something more. I can't fully explain it. Also I find Dusty's attitude off-putting to me personally (particularly his feeling of being entitled to being trained by Skipper and essentially demanding that Skipper tell him about his clearly traumatic past strikes me as kinda callous). But I still enjoy putting it on in the background and enjoy thinking about the world itself, much like Cars 2. Also fun fact, Skipper is one of my favorite kinds of planes.

Planes Fire & Rescue:

I'm sorry but I have much less patience for this film, but like I said above, I respect those who do. I will say, I appreciate them highlighting some of the realities of firefighting (like how the general public doesn't hear about a lot of fires that are dealt with). But other than that, I don't have much positive to say about it. The characters for the most part feel underdeveloped and I can't say I'm particularly endeared to a majority of them (Blade is the exception for me, tbh). And Dipper in particular needs to chill the hell out, her behavior is pretty inappropriate and creepy while being played off as jokes. Beyond that, my aforementioned issues with Dusty remain in this movie. Honestly, he doesn't strike me as capable of doing this job and he actively creates a situation that nearly gets Blade killed. I could spend awhile talking about it, but I'd honestly rather not. To end on a positive note, I think the married RV couple are adorable and I like them.

So that's all my thoughts. I enjoy both franchises and tend to overthink the hell out of them (if I overthink something it's usually cause I enjoy it). Hopefully I didn't piss too many people in the fandom off, lol.

#pixar cars #disney planes #cars 2006 #cars 2 #cars 3 #planes fire and rescue

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smolwritingchick · 2 years ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter Summary: Throwback Chapter of when BTS went to China

Words: 2,000+

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Arriving at the Gimpso Airport, early in the morning, Jen and the guys were filmed for their documentary as they tried to practice their Chinese.

"I really should've paid attention in Chinese class," Jen said with a hint of regret.

Jennie (Back in elementary school before there were budget cuts, we always had a Chinese teacher come into our classroom and teach Chinese for an hour on Thursdays. I didn't do any of the homework and would copy off my friends *laughs nervously* uh, yeah now I wish I paid attention. Mom, Dad, are you watching this? Uh...I'm sorry? Parents can't ground their kids that are out of the country...can they?)

Once they arrived in Beijing at the capital Airport, fans eagerly waited for them and ended up screaming when they saw them arrive. With security guards, all around them, the eight members walked through the screaming fans who were taking videos and pictures.

Bunched together with the rest of the members and security guards, Jen managed to wave and smile at some fans, who happily fangirl and fanboy over her acknowledging them. She didn't think the fans would be this loud in China. It was a sight she would never get used to.

When they headed outside, Jen decided to quickly take a few selfies with some fans before the security guards escorted her to the bus.

"Picture! Picture!" She heard fans say in English, motioning for their cameras and phones.

"She's at it again with the fan engagement." Namjoon looked on as he got on the bus.

"The manager is going to scold her." Jimin let out a giggle.

"Jennie, we need to go." The manager ordered her.

"I'm coming!" Jen replied, making her way to the front of the bus.

"Jennie! Please! Picture! Picture!" A female Chinese fan asked in English, gesturing to her phone.

"Okay, but then I really have to go." She smiled and posed for her camera. When she heard, the manager scolding her, she bowed and headed inside the bus. "Sorry, sorry."

Jennie (I always get scolded. But I can't help it! They waited so long to see us, I wanted to take a few selfies. I feel like we should be able to engage with them before we leave.)

Sitting next to a window, she waved at the fans surrounding the bus to take pictures. Throughout the entire bus ride, Jen and the guys tried to pronounce Chinese words.

"Hello! I'm the Bangtan girl, Jennie!" She greeted softly in Chinese while bowing.

"Bang! Tan!" Rapmon shouted.

"Hello! We are Bangtan Boys!"

"First, welcome you all to Beijing!" The PD said, earning cheers in response. "What are you looking forward to the 2nd time, you're in China?"

"This time, we're here to participate in the award show. It's also our first time attending an award show overseas. We're looking forward to seeing if we will win an award." Suga answered. "It'll be good if we win an award."

"It's also our first time having a fan meeting overseas! No, it's a fan sign. I'm really looking forward to our fan sign." J-Hope added

"The food and sights are what I'm also looking forward to!" Jennie answered eagerly.

"Last time we ate a lot of good food," Jungkook spoke up.

"What did you eat?" Jin asked.

"Meat!" Rapmon called out while they talked about duck and other foods. "This time we're here to participate in the award show and fan sign. But we're anticipating just the fact that this is an overseas trip. This is also our first time having a show performance in China. Yinyuetai told us to film a special documentary. We feel very honored. We will work hard in filming it!"

"For the next three days, our production team will be with you. Hope we all can become close." The PD said.

"Please look after us, thank you."

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'MasterCard Center'

After their bus ride, they arrived backstage in the waiting room, setting their stuff down and curiously looking at the refreshments that were in store for them. When they headed to the dream stage with their mics, they prepared for their rehearsal.

'What do you think of the stage?'

"I'm a bit shocked seeing such a big stage. Because we've practiced many times, it should suit this stage." Rapmon answered, looking around in amazement.

"Jennie, please greet everyone." The camera went to her as she smiled and bowed.

"Hey, I'm Jennie. This stage is huge! I'm excited to perform on it. I'm impressed. Good looking stage." She nodded in approval.

"What habits do you have before going on stage?"

"Oh, definitely butterflies and I like to jump around, to get my blood flowing. That usually helps me. Here, I'll demonstrate." She started jumping up and down, happily. "Oh, and cartwheels! See!" She started cartwheeling around the stage, earning loud laughs from J-Hope and Jimin.

The camera shifted to Rap Monster watching her with a sigh.

"Jennie...she's...she's thrilled, right now. Whenever she's happy, she goes on a cartwheel frenzy. She's...very happy, right now." He laughed.

After they practiced Boy in Luv, the staff gave them suggestions on their performances and rehearsed a second time. Once they went backstage, Jennie was drenched in sweat, grabbed a bottle of water from the staff, and drank half of it, in big gulps.

After settling down backstage, Jen and the guys were seated for their interview. "We will start now. Each of you, please introduce yourself."

With everyone turning to Jennie, she successfully introduced her name and age in Chinese. After the introductions, the PD asked them, "There were a lot of fans at the airport. How do you feel?"

"I was totally surprised," Suga said in astonishment.

"The fans always come to see us like that. But I'm afraid they will get hurt since there's a lot of people. There's pushing and shoving so I'm worried about the safety of the fans. But I'm truly thankful to the fans that come all the way to see us. They waited for a long time." Rap Monster answered.

Pointing to Jennie, he mentioned, "I actually thought we lost Jennie, for a moment because one second she was with us, the next she was gone." His comment earned loud laughs from everyone as she grinned sheepishly.

"I tried to take a few selfies with the fans." She answered.

"How did that go?"

"It went well for a few seconds and then the security pulled me away to stay with the group. I got pushed a little bit but it's nothing to stress over. The Manager scolded me for trying to wander off." She chuckled nervously. "One day I think the manager is going to tell me I can't have my favorite food anymore if I keep doing that. But I'm just thankful for the fans that come to see us, but please stay safe."

"Yes, it's very dangerous."

"Whose Chinese has improved the most?" PD asked.

V stood up. "It should be me." He answered confidently. He decided to introduce himself in Chinese while Suga pressed on to make him say something else in Chinese. Out of nowhere, V started saying random Chinese words.

After his shenanigans, Rap Monster pointed out that V and J-Hope had been studying their Chinese.

"Is there any Chinese you want to learn?" PD asked.

"Pretty." V called out.

"I want to learn to express my feelings to the fans in Chinese," J-Hope said

"'Shuai' means very handsome to a guy." The PD informed.

"Ooh, then I'll use that if the male fans approach me. Shuai." Jennie said the Chinese word a couple of times, getting used to the word.

"Let me teach you how to say 'Chinese ARMY is very cute'." As the PD demonstrated they repeated it multiple times. "Last question! What do you look forward to in tomorrow's performance? What kind of performance do you want to show the fans?"

"It's our first time performing Boy in Luv, in China," Rapmon answered.

"It's also our first time overseas," Suga added.

"Our first performance and we're only performing one song. We'll use this song to mesmerize all of the fans!"

"We want to show everyone our charms." J-Hope beamed.

"We want to show our charms to the Chinese fans." Suga continued.

'Unique charms that only belong to BTS!'

"Our strong dance in our performance is also very charming." Rap Monster guaranteed. "We must show that to our overseas fans. It's a pity if we only perform it in Korea. Tomorrow's performance..."

"Please look forward to it~" They shout and applaud.

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'Bangtan Dorms'

'If you thought BTS's first day in Beijing ends like this, then you're wrong because we have special VJs'

Jennie headed back to the hotel room with snacks from the snack machine, only to catch Jimin shouting, "Received the newcomer award!"

"Newcomer award! BTS!" Rapmon announced as V dropped his jaw.

"Oh, my God! Really!? OH really!?" He shouted in English while Jennie slowly walked in, deadpanning at V while the guys laughed. "Chinese ARMY I love you!" He made a heart before getting kicked in the butt by Jennie. Getting back to his feet after getting kicked, he giggled, "Hi, Ennie!"

"BTS!" Jimin announced, turning to Rapmon. Suddenly falls back on the bed, making a loud scream as he started freaking out. His sudden outburst made Jennie laugh out loud as she watched him jump on the bed.

Jimin turned to Suga as he stood up and clapped, calmly, after he was asked what he would do if they won. "He's pretending to be reserved but inside he's totally..." J-Hope trailed off.

"But we didn't!" V shouted and Suga ended up fake crying. "The award did not go to Bangtan!"

"He's crying. His acting looks so real!"

"We got the award!" Jimin shouted and J-Hope ended up making an ugly face as he fake cried.

"I brought some snacks, here you go." She handed them the bagful of snacks.

"Jennie, Jennie, what would you say if we won the newcomer award?" Jimin asked. "And the award goes to...BTS!"

She started sniffing and covered her mouth. "I-I need a moment..." She turned around before she turned back around, screaming, "WOO HOO~ WE DID IT! WOOOOOOOO! UH HUH! UH HUH! WE DID IT! YIPPY! WEEEEEEEEE! AHHHHHHH!" She managed to do a cartwheel in the room.

Loud noises of laughter were heard as the guys continued to watch her goof around with them.

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The next morning, around 8:00 AM, Jennie was awake and getting her hair styled in the dorm.

"Munchkin~ hello!" J-Hope greeted her in Chinese.

"Hello!" She greeted him back in Chinese.

"How did you sleep?"

"I slept well. I'm ready for today, very excited."

"Good, good. Let's move on to see where the rest of the guys are doing." J-Hope migrated to another room.

Later, they arrived at the MasterCard Center and headed backstage to the waiting room to get ready. Jennie wore a black dress while the rest of the guys wore their black tuxes. She wore her name tag and got the finishing touches on her hair and lips.

"Do I look okay? I hope I do. I don't look crazy, do I?" She giggled to the camera. "Ah...don't let me trip on this long dress." She gestured to the length, while her hair was in a bun with curls on each side.

After walking out to the red carpet, looking sharp, and receiving a warm welcome from the fans, they end up winning the Rookie Award during the show. As soon as she heard that they won the award, Jennie fist pumped out of excitement

'Beijing Fansign'

More than 200 fans attended the fan sign. Once they finally filled up the seats, it was finally time for them to walk out. One by one each member walked out as the fans screamed loudly.

Jennie sat in between Suga and V, amazed at the turnout. She wore a red jacket, a white shirt under it, a black bow tie, with black pants, like the rest of the members' outfits but with a girly touch.

"Ni hao!" She greeted over the loud screams and cheers.

Once the fan sign started, the fans came by and she quickly signed the autographs, greeting the fans politely in English and Chinese.

Watching a young Chinese girl approach her, Jennie happily said, "Hi!" while having a sweet smile on her face.

The girl looked timid as she stood in front of her. She sounded uncertain as she began to speak in broken English, "Hello, Jennie. I learnt English to be with you."

Astonished, Jen held the girl's hands. "Wow, you're learning English, just to talk to me? Thank you, so much. That makes me very happy."

"Happy? I happy, too."

Jen continued meeting a variety of fans, but the one person who touched her the most was when a young woman approached her and spoke in fluent English.

"Jennie! I'm President of your fan club in China, helping our Chinese fans to learn English, just to talk to you."

"N-no way! Seriously?"

"Yep! We have a lot of members, so far. We're delighted that we finally get to meet you!"

"Gosh, I wasn't prepared to begin crying, today." She exclaimed as she wiped the tears of joy that were in her eyes.

'It's time to give back to the fans'

"We have a few questions to discuss with Bangtan. You guys are the first Korean artist to hold a fan sign in mainland China. How do you feel about being first?" The MC asked.

"Honored. Like, wow. Words can't explain how thankful we are to be able to do this." Jen answered in a bright tone. "I found out there are some ARMYs who are learning English to speak to me, I'm overwhelmed with joy."

"We are able to get close with the fans during a fan sign so it feels really good." Rap Monster added. "But it's a bit regretful that we couldn't get to talk more with everyone. We feel very honored to be able to have a fan sign like this. We are excited to be able to meet everyone up close."

"Your great performance at yesterday's Yinyuetai V Chart Awards Show, and you even won an award. We saw Bangtan also posted their own photos. I want to ask, is our award still well?" The MC asked

"Yes, we kept it very well. We will keep it well after we return to Korea." Suga answered.

"Our Chinese fans came up with very cute nicknames. Let's say leader's nickname first okay?" The MC turned to the crowd. "What is leader's nickname?" She heard them shout it out.

"Rap Monster's nickname is La Meng." Which meant Rap Mon.

"What is Jin's nickname?"

"Princess!"

Laughing out loud at Jin's nickname, Jen, along with the rest of the members teases him while Jin covered his mouth.

"What is Suga's nickname?"

"Tang Tang!"

"What is J-Hope's nickname?"

"Hope!"

"Now what about Jimin's?

"Ji Mi Hua!"

"Jimihua is a type of food made with chicken." The MC explained. "Now what is V's nickname?"

"Tai! Tai!"

"A cute way to say Tae is Tai Tai." The MC added. "Now what is our maknae Jungkook's nickname?"

"Guo Guo!"

"Lastly, what is Miss Bangtan's nickname?"

"Airen!" They shout, calling her sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

What a cute nickname.

Hearing the fans shout it out caused Jen's face to heat up, covering her face, shyly. The fans thought it was cute and continued to cheer.

"Xiexie! Wo ai ni!" She waved at them.

"After this interaction, we will start today's intimate event. From the 200 fans at the fan sign, we will pick two lucky winners to take a picture with them onstage. And by request of Jennie, receive a hug from her." The MC said. After the guys play rock paper scissors, V won and chose the

lucky number and then Jin chose the next number.

The first fan headed to the stage greeted them shyly and posed for the group photo. After the picture, Jennie hopped off the stage and circled her arms around the girl, pulling her in for a warm hug. The fan began to act giddy in her arms. After she pulled away, the girl held her heart, still in shock.

"Jennie, you give warm hugs." She mentioned in a bubbly voice.

"Awe, really? I'm flattered." She smiled at the girl and made her way back to her seat. After she hugged the next lucky winner, the MC said her closing remarks.

"I know we feel reluctant to part with Bangtan Boys and the Bangtan Girl. Everyone must remember to go to Yinyuetai, Yinyue V Chart and vote for them. Also, you must go to our site to buy their album to support BTS. We'll see each other again at our next fan sign. Bye bye!" The MC closed the show.

#bts 8th member #the bangtan gal #bts #bangtan boys #bts fanfic

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