#I didn't want to post anything about his father yesterday

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Dr. Riccardo Ceccarelli | June 2023

📸 Zak Mauger

(For reference: The F2 Monaco feature race was 26 May 2017 and the race in Baku was on 24 June 2017. Hervé Leclerc passed away on the 20th of June.)

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“Don’t you find it strange?

Only thing we share is one last name,

Did I beat you at your own game?

Typical of me to put us all to shame,

Welcome to the family jewels,

Coal to diamond,

Sold to fools,

Welcome to the family jewels,

Simmer and suffer,

Can’t keep this cool,

I can’t keep my cool,

I can’t keep my cool,

Family said that I decided to live a loveless life,

Is it my fault we stay divided ‘cause I got too much pride?

Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap,

And open up the locks,

Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora’s box,

Oh? you think I’m unfit?

Little did you know that I was cut for it,

No glass slipper will ever fit, ‘cause I could never see a diamond in it,

Welcome to the family jewels,

Coal to diamond,

Sold to fools,

Welcome to the family jewels,

Simmer and suffer,

Can’t keep this cool,

I can’t keep my cool,

I can’t keep my cool,”

[misc-obeyme]

So uh. Lesson 38. Man I swear it was just yesterday I was writing the post about Lesson 37?! Augh.

Okay, spoilers below, and be prepared 'cause it was another CRAZY CRAZY LESSON. No I didn't take another 100 screenshots why would you think that? Also I apologize, this is another rather unhinged post.

OKAY NEW THEORY.

"Father" is Nightbringer! Right?!? Tell me I'm not alone in thinking this might be the case!!

Okay, so maybe not, but we had so much Father talk this lesson!! Way more than any other, I'd say!

And I hated it?!?

Okay lemme backtrack a bit.

So, we got Lucifer in ice and chains and he's yelling at his Father saying what do you want, you never tell me anything, give me a sign!

And then he breaks out of his chains, but he's completely out of control! And then DIAVOLO shows up.

SIR. There is just something about Diavolo in full demon form, getting all angry and ready to fight... But I don't think I've ever seen Diavolo with an ominous aura like that?? I can't remember for sure, but I swear it doesn't happen too often. Anyway, he straight up fights with Lucifer to try to calm him down.

The girls are fighting! I didn't crop this bottom image as much as I usually do because I need you all to see how BIG these two are in their full demon forms like this. All those wings...

Note that the angels and MC are watching all of this from the sidelines... and then Simeon blesses MC and I am in love with him and his beautiful face.

YOU are the only one making me swoon at the moment though.

Anyway, then all the bros show up and save the day! I was like yeah, that checks out. Lucifer & Diavolo are going at it and MC tries to get in the way, but it's not enough until all the others show up, too. As soon as Lucifer sees his brothers are all right, he calms down.

Asmo suggests a hug and Lucifer AGREES. They have a group hug where Lucifer is clearly pulling everyone into it himself. He apologizes to MC (!!) and THEN as if all this wasn't enough, MC's ring starts to glow and Lucifer turns into his angel form!!

Once again uncropped so you can see this ridiculous mf and all his wings.

Diavolo is smitten.

And he kneels!!!!!!

He kneels to Lucifer in angel form!!!! And all the others do too!!!!!

I lost my goddamn mind at this part. And Lucifer's like I don't understand why is this happening? And Simeon is like, "he" heard you and this is your answer. He wants you to feel his love and his forgiveness and blah blah blah (I'm paraphrasing). But I need to tell you all this even though I don't normally go into this much detail and here is why.

FUCK THAT GUY.

This is "his" way of showing Lucifer that he loves him?!?!

Diavolo, get off your knees, you are not helping this situation!!!

Okay, okay, let me calm down.

Here is why this bothers me so much. And please note that this just my personal opinion and the way it all came off to me! I'm totally open to hearing other opinions on it.

I hate this because it makes no sense. This is the same Father that was going to kill Lilith, the same one who allowed the brothers and Lucifer, the one he supposedly loves so much, to fall in the first place.

I don't care if Michael is the one behind everything. If their Father guy can do this, then there's no way he couldn't also prevent all of this.

The only way I'm going to give him a chance at all is if they somehow make it so that he can't do much at all. He's trapped or something. Michael is truly the mastermind behind it all and Father is doing what he can from where he is (like imprisoned or something).

Because otherwise, this makes no sense.

AND WASN'T I RIGHT?? It turned out that the whole thing was orchestrated by the Celestial Realm AND the Devildom! The three worlds have an agreement - powerful beings can be imprisoned in Cocytus for their crimes if at least two representatives out of three agree. One from the Celestial Realm did. This was confirmed by Simeon, who went back briefly to ask Michael. However, Michael wouldn't tell him who did it.

NO. You can't be content with that! Michael obviously knows who it was!! So why would he protect them?? Or is he protecting himself?!?

And then someone from the Devildom did, too! But instead of just being like oh well, guess it's a mystery, Diavolo blames himself and says he's doing everything he can to find out who did it. My money is on the House of Lords.

So they were in cahoots, as I suspected!

Anyway, I just don't understand what all of this was supposed to accomplish for Lucifer's character. If they want to make us question the Celestial Realm, then yo I was already on that train! This whole situation certainly makes Michael look very suspicious. And Lucifer goes on and on later about how he must have forgotten about his father's love and blah blah. And I'm like what???

Also this whole part where Lucifer was dreaming or whatever and the brothers were angels:

Levi says "Our orders always come through Michael." That's the crux of this whole thing. We don't know enough about the state of "Father" to really know for sure.

Again, if it turns out that "Father" isn't terrible and somehow had no say in all the bad things that are happening and was truly trying to help Lucifer, then fine. I can accept that. But from where things are right now, it seems more like "Father" can't let Lucifer go and in this case, that's making things worse for Luci.

Do you really think giving Lucifer back his angel form long enough for everyone to be in awe and even make Diavolo kneel is somehow helping him? Because I disagree. Leave Lucifer alone already.

Though he then passes out and sleeps for quite a while.

And oh! Okay, here is my favorite part hee hee:

Obviously I squealed a lil when he showed up! They were all stuck in Cocytus and couldn't figure out how to get home. And someone was like "if only Barbatos could portal us home" and then this happened.

My knight in shining armor 😭

He's so practical. I'm in love with him.

Then we make a pact with Lucifer. AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

Flashbacks to the OG, anyone?? I guess he would still lie to himself like this, we are in the past after all. And I think he genuinely believes that MC is his at first. What a delusional simp he turns out to be, though, huh?

And then!!

Cocytus Hall is destroyed because of course it was named that due to being built on top of the entrance to Cocytus. What was the point of that exactly? Why wasn't it just Purgatory Hall from the start?? I don't know.

Hard Lesson:

Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto, and all the Little Ds are discussing the destruction of Cocytus Hall and that's when we find out they rebuild it into Purgatory Hall.

We also see Little D No 1 who makes an appearance for the first time. Barbatos says he wasn't able to maintain a physical form up until now. Diavolo speculates it's because their "Father" couldn't let Lucifer go before.

I do not understand this "Father" at all. I'm so confused about it and it's making me crazy (in case you couldn't tell).

Yeah, we got to make a pact with Lucifer. We got to kiss him. It's heavily implied we did some other stuff with him, too.

But this lesson was mostly about Father and his love and to me that all seemed to come out of freakin' nowhere. Especially since last I checked, it was Father who caused all of this bullshit to begin with???

I don't actually think "Father" is Nightbringer, but wouldn't that be interesting? Father of all demons is also the father of all angels? Why would they be different entities? Maybe they're two halves of the same whole? Maybe they're siblings?

I just don't know.

Yeah that's how I felt when Simeon and the angels were like okay see ya we're going back to the Celestial Realm! It's okay, Barb saved us. At least he seems to be chill about things.

And Solomon told the brothers he wasn't going to take MC back to the human world right away, so it's not the end yet. But can we go back now? I want to! I swear by now, I'd have confronted Barbatos because I think he knows what's going on and couldn't he just take me back to the present without all these other shenanigans? And make Solomon come back with me too, obviously. In fact, past!Barb can come too. You can never have too many Barbs!

Okay I'm devolving into nonsense. I just don't know how I feel about any of this. It's not making sense and I really hope that the next lesson clears some of this up for me.

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Cowboy AU / Wild West

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A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). Sorry for missing updates yesterday. I had finished up this chapter however I didn't finish the BTS one and I like posting on the same day.

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The following day you found yourself watching over the boys anxiously. They were calm on the outside, going about cleaning up the camp as they prepared themselves to leave. However you could see they were tense–as if expecting something. 

You knew they were waiting for something to happen. After all, they had just robbed both the entire town and some people. It was obvious the city would start to look for the bandits. And it wouldn’t be behind them to start searching the woods soon. 

They had explained to you in order to avoid an ambush they would have to move camp for a bit. Travel was going to be farther to reach town but it kept all their stuff safe from a raid. It was the best thing to do with the war that was about to start between all of you. 

You were cleaning up the dishes and likes, while the boys did the heavy lifting for the most part. Yunho was taking down some tents, when frantic footsteps were heard coming from the woods. The large man immediately stopped, and turned to the sound. His eyebrows pinched together when he noticed a woman running towards him.

As they came into few, Yunho noticed it was your sister looking around wildly and in a panic. “(S/N)?” He questioned, coming up next to her in order to comfort her. “Hey, what's going on?” He asked, placing steady hands on her shoulders to gain her attention. 

“Yunho!” She gasped out. “Where's (Y/N)?” She asked, looking behind him to find you. 

“Over here.” He told her quickly, turning around to lead her towards where you were cleaning up. 

“Kitten.” You turned around, hearing Yunho call for you. 

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed as you placed everything down seeing your sister in a panicked state. “What's going on?” You asked, moving to pull her into a hug as she gasped into your chest. 

“It's dad!” She cried out. “He's been taken into custody.” 

You pulled back from her, looking at her in confusion. “What? Why?” You asked.

“The other night someone robbed city hall of the people's taxes.” Your sister began to explain.

You looked up at Yunho for a moment, realizing where things were going at that point. You pressed your lips together, giving your sister your attention again.   

“They gave it to those in need of it and the orphanage was one of them.” (S/N) continued. “All dad did was defend them but they thought he was one of the people who stole it in the first place.”

You glanced down when she placed her hand out, leaving the pouch you had given your family in your hand. Your shoulders dropped as you realized you were at fault for your own father going to jail. 

“We don't know who it was but they gave us some. Dad told us you would know where to hide it.” (S/N) continued, looking up at you. 

You didn’t realize where it was things were going to take a turn to. You might have had a rough last couple of months with your father but no matter he was still your father. You knew he loved you and was just trying to look out for you. Even if his words stung more than you could ever think about, in the end he was only worried about what others might say. 

Your mind was running 100 miles a minute, trying to come up with a solution on what to do. However you let out a deep breath, calming yourself down for a moment. You were someone who knew what they wanted to do. You couldn’t think of anything without a calm mind. 

“Just leave it here.” You told your sister, giving her the bag back.” I'm sure the boys will keep it safe.” After you got her to calm down, you turned her around, making her take a seat.

“What about your father?” Yunho asked, after you stood back from your sister. 

You turned to him, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked at him with a determined stare. “We have to go get him.”

You didn’t ask the other boys for help, only allowing Yunho to go along with you towards the jail where your father was being held. You felt anger rise in your body the moment you walked through the familiar building. You tried not to make faces at the bypassers but it was hard when all you had in mind was taking down the people who made you come in the first place. 

No one dared to question what you were doing there seeing as you walked with conviction. The moment you saw the cells and your father sitting on the bench, you rushed over with Yunho following behind. 

“Dad!?” You called, pushing your hands through the bars as he stood up to meet you there. “What's going on? Why are you in here?” You asked, searching his face to see if he was injured. 

“I'm going to go ask about it.” Yunho softly gripped your waist, before letting go to find some information. 

“Just forget about it.” Your dad called out to Yunho. “The others are suspicious of you and Jongho. They think you're crooked cops.”

Yunho furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?” He asked, coming to stand next to you to listen better. 

“Someone stole all the money from city hall and gave it to people in need.” Your dad explained.

You purse your lips, the guilty feeling eating you up once more. Yunho took notice of your anxiousness, so he looked down at you in worry. Your father took notice of his look, quickly looking down and away from the both of you. 

“But what does that have to do with Yunho and Jongho?” You asked, not noticing the looks either of them had. “They can't honestly be blaming them.”

“I don't know anymore.” Your father shook his head. “They won't tell me what they plan on doing.”

“We have to find a way to get you out of here.” Yunho spoke up, looking at your father. 

“(Y/N), you have to go with the boys and leave.” Your father finally told you. “They'll take you in again if they find you've been with them.”

You began to frown as you realized your dad was going to allow himself to stay in the cell.“I can't leave you here, dad.” You shook your head. 

“Please!” Your father demanded. “Keep your family safe.” He glanced up at Yunho for a moment.

“Dad.” You spoke softly, trying to convey that you wanted to fix things. 

“I see you're back in town.” Both of you turn around at the voice, coming face to face with Hendricks. 

Your lips turned up in a sneer, jaw locking in anger as you looked at him. Yunho placed his arm in front of you, keeping you back from swinging at the man. If the last couple of fights you had all been in, Yunho knew that you wouldn’t hesitate to swing at someone bigger than you. 

“Got more criminals to sleep with?” Hendricks asked you. 

“Shut your mouth!” Yunho growled, taking a step forward but was held back by you.

“Watch your tongue.” Hendricks sneered. “I can put you in jail.”

“Under what crime?” Yunho demanded. 

“Conspiracy for thievery.” Hendricks shrugged. 

“That's a bullshit lie and you know it.” Yunho called out, glaring at the man in front of you. 

“Then leave my town.” Hendricks returned back. “And never come back.”

“Enough.” You shouted, getting both men to look at you. 

You had a deadly look in your eye that made Yunho shiver, mouth opening just a bit. His eyes were wide as he took in your stance and deadly glare. He pursed his lips, trying not to smile as he took you in. 

“Come on, Yunho.” You gave Hendricks a deadly stare. “We have to find a way to get dad out.”

The man nodded his head, following behind you as you began to strut out of the building. He bumped shoulders with Hendricks on the way out, huffing out in warning. By the time he had caught up to you, you had already stomped your way out into the street. 

And like a lost puppy happy to follow his owner, Yunho smiled brightly as he rushed to catch up. 

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I have never sent anyone to your blog, directly or indirectly, I have more than once explicitly said on my blog that I do not want people engaging with those who shit talk me behind my back, that anyone who does so is not on my side. In the two and a half years after I blocked you for hurling insults at me (because I liked a character you didn't), I have maintained strict radio silence about you. Even when you said I was like someone who would beat and starve their child and lock them in a cupboard, based on my Star Wars meta posts. Even then I still didn't call you out. But this was my father's death, this was a loss you knew was deeply personal to me and you wanted to use it against me. However, you're right that this has nothing to do with you, not my post earlier tonight (beyond that you're part of a bigger problem in Star Wars fandom, but it was about someone unrelated to you directly) or my father's death and his burial yesterday. What does have to do with you is your choice to not just ignore it once you learned about it, but instead to actively choose cruelty in making fun of me. To hear that I'm currently grieving and joke, "Besides, Jedi aren't supposed to mourn are they? Bad Jedi she is for doing that." Even if I had said I thought Yoda's words were literal (which I have not), instead of just leaving it at the rest of the post (which is whatever, I would have ignored it like I've ignored anything else I've seen you say about me, no matter how blatantly wrong you are about me), you chose to look at a situation where you knew I was freshly mourning and tried to use that to dunk on me. You tried to use my grief over my father's death and burial to take potshots at me. All because you don't like my opinions about Star Wars, a fictional series. That's literally it, that's what you hold so strongly against me, that I like the Jedi and I sometimes make fun of Anakin Skywalker, so you think it's fine to say that I'm a "bad Jedi" for having feelings when I just buried my father yesterday. You think it's fine to make fun of my mourning something that has nothing to do with Star Wars and make it about Star Wars. You think it's fine to hurl that at a real person over a fictional group of characters. You really said, when someone told you, "hey, she just lost her dad" and thought, "Yes! This is the time to make a Star Wars joke about it!" I think, underneath the anger I have about this, I'm genuinely upset that someone would hear that a person is grieving and think that it's time to make fun of them about Star Wars of all things. So just walk away from saying anything about me as a person already, that's all I want from you. I will continue to leave you alone, too. Two and a half YEARS of this shit is enough already. This is cruel and unacceptable to do to a real, living person who is not a fictional character. It's unacceptable to hold jokes about Star Wars, a fictional story, on the same level as someone's real life grief over losing their father. (And, for the upteenth time, if you know who this is, do NOT send her any messages on my behalf, do NOT engage with her about any of this, just leave her alone.)

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Part 2 - Take the risk

Summary : A sudden twist of events makes you do a rather reckless decision, but will it be for the better? One thing is clear, it will change your life forever.

Pairing : Pirate! Hongjoong x Fem! Reader

Word count : 1957 Words

Genre : Fluff, Romance, Slow Burn

Warnings ➵ None

a/n : Next part! I'm still a bit insecure about posting this fic bcs it's quit old and I feel like my old writing isn't up to my current standards..

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Arriving back at the castle with your guard, your mother immediately comes rushing in your direction, taking your hand and dragging you into the dining hall.

"Mother, what's going on?" A panicking tone was heard in your voice, getting even more anxious when your mother didn't answer your question but pulled you into the dining hall.

And now you saw it.

At the table sat the blonde prince, Chris, beside him his younger brother Felix and standing behind him was one of his guards, who's name is Hyunjin.

"Ah daughter! Splendid that you finally arrived! Isn't it a wonderful surprise! Your fiance came earlier!" Your father announced full of joy, but you felt the complete opposite. Your future husband sat there, at the table in all his glory, but in that moment you found all of them ugly and displeasing.

"I though it's two more days." Your father sighs at your reaction, you're visible not happy with the early arrival of the prince in your kingdom.

"He was able to come one day earlier, which is great! We'll be able to plan the wedding for tomorrow already!" Your father announced, drenching all color from your face.

A dramatic no was the last thing heard from you, before you ran to you chambers, locking the door behind you and falling down onto your bed, not being able to hold back your tears anymore, letting them flow and hit the silky material of your pillow.

Banging on your door could be heard through the hallways as your father screamed how you embarrassed him, but you didn't care anymore and of course you didn't open your door till your father stormed away.

After around an hour of crying you sit up, trying to think of something that you could do, to keep your freedom and not be sold of like some kind of jewellery.

"We'll still be here for two days, find us if you need anything princess."

Hongjoongs words echoed in your head and now you knew what you had to do or at least try, there was still a high chance he would throw you out again and leave you to your downfall, but you had to try.

Getting a small bag, you put all your jewellery into it, if you try, then the right way. You only keept one necklace and put it around your neck, the necklaces Jae, your brother, got you for your 18th birthday last year.

Changing into a less expensive dress, so no one would suspect you, you opened the door of your chamber and closed it behind you quietly. Making your way to the kitchen now, knowing it's the only way out, without getting caught by any guards. On your way there, you had to hide a few times, but you made it and as soon as you made it through the gates, you sprinted towards the docks. They should still be there, he said two more days, they wanted to set sail tomorrow.

As you arrived at the docks, you could heat quiet chatter among the ship, your were introduced to just yesterday.

"What brings a princess here by night all by herself? It's dangerous you know?" Looking up, you saw Wooyoung sitting on the railing facing you, a jar of rum in his hands, you were never more happy to see a man than right now.

"Wooyoung!" Exclaiming quietly, you smile up at said man, making him mention for you to come on board. You did excactly that, quickly moving over to Wooyoung.

"So what brings the princess here? Ran away?" He jokingly asked, smirking at you, which immediately fell when he saw your face. "Were you crying? Your eyes are all red." Laying a hand on your cheek softly, Wooyoung rubbed away the already dried tears, you noticed how soft his hands were, surprising you slightly. "My fiance arrived earlier than expected, I don't want to marry him, I didn't know what to do, so I came here.." Trying to explain your situation to Wooyoung, he nodded softly, standing up from his seat on the railing, his jar or rum long forgotten.

He's now guiding you to a small group, you immediately notice Seonghwa, but the other two man are not familiar to you yet.

"Seonghwa, we need help real quick." Said man looks up, meeting your form and immediately standing up, worry written on his face. "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, you shouldn't be here!" He tells you, worry even in the tone of his voice.

"She needs our help! They want to force her into marriage! We have to take her with us!" A scoff was heard from Seonghwa, after Wooyoung spoke out those words. "You heard Hongjoong, beside they will hang us if they ever caught us. You are aware of that, right?" Wooyoung starts nodding, being aware of the consequences this action would have.

"Fine, I'm on your side, but I won't interfere with Hongjoongs decisions, if he says no as a final, it's that." Now moving in the direction of a door, you and Wooyoung follow, it the same room Hongjoong went in earlier that day.

"Hongjoong, Wooyoung has a request." Hearing a come in, Seonghwa opens the door, going in first, followed by you and Wooyoung. This was definitely the captains room, it was quit luxurious, the room was made of the colors red, a royal blue and gold, the floor was still the same wooden flooring of the deck, just not as used as the other one. In the middle of the room stood the large desk, which Hongjoong was sitting on, his coat and hat discarded somewhere else. On the table before him were layed out multiple maps of the sea, it's lands and islands, you could even make out your own kingdom on one of them. Now looking up, Hongjoong immediately took in your form in his room. "What is she doing here? Didn't I already say she wasn't allowed on here?" Hongjoong asks, visivly irritated by his crew memebers.

"She needs our help! Please Hongjoong! They want to sell her of to some other kingdom and force her into marriage!" Wooyoung starts to explain, making the other man run the bridge of his nose with thumb and index finger. Seonghwa stood far to the side, watching the scene unfold before him. Now you walked up next to Wooyoung and put the bag, carefull of the maps, on Hongjoongs desk, making said arch his left brow. "Please help me, take this, sell it or what ever but please let me stay." You plead to Hongjoong, even falling down onto your knees, desperately looking at the man, that had the decision of your future in his hands at this excact moment.

The captain eyed the bag, looking into it, before casting his eyes onto Wooyoung. "And where should she stay? With all the other man?" Hongjoong now spoke up again, waking the hope in you, that he was agreeing right now. "She can sleep in my room for now." Seonghwa spoke up now, sending a smile your and Wooyoungs way, who now stood beside each other again, a big smile plastered on each other's face, after Seonghwas words both of you hugged each other jumping in a excited circles. "That's enough, get out now." Hongjoong sighs, making Wooyoung pull you outside.

The captain eyes his second in command, yet another sigh escaping the younger ones lips. "You really just gave up your room, I can't believe this. She will have to go through training and find her a fitting job, she has to do chores if she wants to stay." Hongjoong tells Seonghwa who just smiles at his captain, who by now leaned back in his chair. "And stop looking at me like that." He grumbles, turning his head away from the second in command. "You decided really well today." Seonghwa grins, immediately leaving the room as Hongjoong got ready to throw the globe at him, that was sitting on his desk. Setting the globe down again, the young captain asked himselfnif this really was the right decision.

Wooyoung immediately pulled you to the two men Seonghwa was sitting with before. Both have brownish hair, one darker hair the other lighter. "You didn't meet Yunho and Yeosang by now, so let me introduce your new crew mates to you!" Pulling you down beside himself, Wooyoung and you now sat opposite to the man. "New crew memebers? So Hongjoong said yes?" The one with darker hair asked, making Wooyoung nod. He real quick explained to you who of the two was who, so you now know, that Yunho spoke up.

"So fast we see the princess again." Clicking against the wooden floor got closer and now sat beside you was San, giving you a smile. "And she is a part of the crew now! We should celebrate!" Wooyoung cheers, making Yeosang eye him, San explained to you that Yeosang was in charge of the kitchen, food supplies and much more in that category, making you understand his disapproving face he gave Wooyoung, as said wanted to get more alcohol.

"I think partying can wait for another day, the princess over here should try and get some sleep for now." Seonghwas voice was heard behind you, as you felt a hand on your shoulder. "And you guys should sleep too, we will be setting sail tomorrow already quit early, so no one can get the princess." He now has his hand on your lower back again, giving off a comfortable warmth, guiding you to a door beside Hongjoongs.

The inside didn't look quit as luxurious as Hongjoongs, but still really comfortable. Instead of red and royal blue, Seonghwas room held a lot of emerald tones, mixed with a bit of gold.

"This should fit you for now, I'll steal some clothes from Hongjoong for you tomorrow and at the next stop we'll get you a few clothes. Now try to sleep, your day was probably really stressful." Sending you one last warm smile, Seonghwa leaves the room and closes the door.

Afte the door closed, you look at the big dress shirt in your hands, probably Seonghwas. You take off your dress and put on the shirt, buttoning it up and folding your dress neatly, before laying down in the bed. It wasn't as soft as yours at the castle, but it definitely brought comfort and warmth to you, or maybe it was Seonghwa shirt that made you feel warm.

Not having the energy to think about this more, your eyes close and you fall into a deep sleep.

You were woken up by a soft shake of your shoulder the next morning, Seonghwa looking down at you an placing a staple of clothes at the end of the bed. "I hope you had a good sleep, these should fit you, please put them on and come out after." He instructed you, leaving the room and closing the door again.

Following his request, you get dressed and fold the dress shirt again, placing it onto the bed neatly.

Now leaving the room, you noticed that you were already far into the sea by now, your kingdom only a little speck in the horizon.

"Good morning princess!" Wooyoung greets from above you, from the quarter deck. "Morning!" You greet him back, noticing Seonghwa again who motions you to follow him, which you immediately do. "You will be getting training, we don't want you to get yourself killed right?" He send you a grin, but his words sending a shiver down your back.

You turn around after hearing a voice, looking up to the steering wheel Hongjoong send you a glance and a small grin, which quickly disappear again.

"Welcome on Aurora, newby."

Meanwhile chaos broke out in your old home . . .

[sweetienans]

Lonesome || R. Cameron

Summary

"What are you going to do with all the money?" Rafe followed you to the store that he didn't even know it was there. Stores in the cut were a new world to him.

"What are you talking about? I don't have any money" You said grabbing some apples and peaches.

"I know you do, or you will do" He reached your lower back trying to gain your attention but you slapped his hands out of it.

"Don't touch me. Rafe I swear to god I don't know what are you talking about. Are you high or something?" You tried to look to his eyes to see if they were dilated but they were the normal blue and tinted green as always.

"I heard my dad talking with one of his lawyers yesterday" he looked straight to your eyes to try to see if you were lying to him. You weren't. "Your mother is dead, and she left you all of her wealth"

Nothing ever happened. No gold, no cross, no El Dorado. Everything followed the normal course. Except for you. Your mother died, not that you actually care. She never raised you. She never appeared until now when apparently she was rich and left you all of it. You didn't want to know anything about the money even though you needed it. And if it wasn't for Rafe, you wouldn't even check the numbers on your bank account. He has a plan, a plan that he would do anything to achieve even if he has to use you.

Pairing: Rafe cameron x reader.

Warnings: use/mention of alcohol, mention of drugs, smut eventually but will be labeled. Violence (jj's father) Ward is still a bad father. 18+ MDNI!

wc: idk

author's notes: I've been writing this for a month. I planned it to be 10 parts I think, maybe more. (I'm just proyecting) Please, be kind, english is not my first language, I'll double check my writing before I post tho. I really hope you like it.

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

[lostmykiliel]

Mile missing someone?

Last night Mile posted this:

Saying he's practicing for 6-7 hours and "It's gonna be a long night". Maybe he was just having fun or missed playing guitar, but maybe a certain someone wasn't around...

Today he shared their Cummulus practice session, however the lead singer was nowhere to be seen or mentioned:

Later he posted this on IG:

(Love Mama and son interactions.)

And this on Twitter:

Is he really asking us?

Side note: Both are usually much more active on SM when they for whatever reason aren't spending time together.

The question is: Where is Apo?

People on Twitter think he is in Japan with May and other people, because of this:

But I'm honestly not too sure about this:

1. Because May is there since Monday and Mile & Apo only got back on Sunday from China, additionally Apo seemed like he wasn't feeling that well on Sunday.

2. Aside from the one IGs today Apo shared, there is nothing that indicates he is in Japan IMO and that story could be send from May and he shared it because he likes this actress.

3. No obvious glimpse of Apo in May's IGs or fans seeing him there so far and I think the person in the shadow picture is someone else, bc May shared a IGs from Japan of her travel group and there is this man, who fits the silhouette rather well.

4. A Thai fan mentioned yesterday that they met Apo (though they didn't specify when and where exactly, I think that they met Apo yesterday in some part of Thailand).

5. Recently was father's day in Thailand and Apo and his father are rather close, so it's not unlikely that he might have went to Hua Hin to see his family.

Update: Forget what I said, I think Apo is in Japan and IMO it's probably something that is relatated to work at least partly. Why the change of mind? Well May posted on IG and included this:

I even compared this hands to other pictures to be sure they are Apo's.

So why do I think it is work-related? Well, in the aforementioned post of May it seems like a bigger team is in Japan at the moment and most of them have been really secretive about it, which could be due to the fact that it is a private trip but to me it seems like they aren't sharing more because they don't want to spoil anything. And especially Apo not really sharing anything seems weird to me if he is 'just' sightseeing.

However guess it means Mile is missing Apo and it explains this IGs:

[jaskierx]

im not trying to start shit and be all "boo taika" but i guess i'm just curious as to your take in this article. i realize this might be a complicated thing to answer but idk when i read it i was like "well this isnt great"

https://www.rnz.co.nz/news/national/509912/chelsea-winstanley-i-was-married-to-someone-who-was-on-their-own-buzz

hey anon!

fascinated (affectionate) to hear that i am someone whose opinions people are interested in lmao

i read this article yesterday and my overall feelings towards it are that this doesn't change anything for me and shouldn't change anything for most people

the gist of the article seems to be that taika got offered the thor ragnarok job and it came with a ridiculous paycheck and there was no way he was ever going to turn it down (valid). chelsea didn't want to put her own career on the backburner or uproot her kids to move to australia while he was directing it (also valid). this led to their relationship breaking down, which is totally understandable, because if you're in a couple it's really fucking difficult when you're forced to make a decision that is going to heavily favour one person.

he may or may not have cheated. if he did, he's not the first person to cheat, and he won't be the last. if he didn't, that doesn't mean the relationship was perfect and had nothing else going on.

i will happily sit here and call people out for spreading misinformation about taika when it's demonstrably false (clock my pinned post etc). but i've never engaged with any of the shit about 'he cheated on his wife' 'he abandoned his kids' 'he's a bad dad' etc because ultimately i don't know anywhere near enough about his family to make a judgement on that, it would be very weird if i did, and i don't care!

i don't know the guy! i'm never going to meet him! he's never going to directly impact my life or the lives of anybody i care about! i really enjoy his art, and one of my main hobbies is shitposting on this hellsite about a show that he's a lead actor in, and i appreciate an attractive gifset of him, but that's where it stops.

maybe he cheated on his wife. maybe he's a terrible father. it doesn't matter to me bc i'm not going to marry him and he's not my dad. he's a good director and a good actor and that's as far as i'm interested.

[lukecastellanshandholder]

Ok so, as I said yesterday I'm rereading Sea of Monsters and I've gotta admit, there are a lot of parts that I didn't remember from it that deserve more appreciation.

(Long post incoming! 😅)

One of them that I really want to talk about is after Annabeth listens to the siren song and learns that her fatal flaw is hubris. When she was listening to the sirens, she saw a scene of her father and Athena happily together, along with Luke all sitting in central park. Surrounding them is a new Manhattan that Annabeth has built and it looks so much better than the western civilization that the gods have built.

When she's telling Percy about her fatal flaw, she talks about how the west represents a lot of the greatest things to ever come from mankind, but how your view starts to change when all you can see are the bad things. She says that would make someone start to think more like Luke. That if she could tear everything down and start everything a new, that she would be able to run and build things better. That if she could rebuild it, the world wouldn't be as messed up. There would be no more war, nobody homeless and left on the streets to fend for themselves.

And this is absolutely correct, this is essentially why Luke is doing this all to begin with. This is his core goal (purely Luke's and not Kronos). To make a better world for everyone. Where no one would have to go what he and countless others had been through. So that maybe others would be able to see the good in the world after all his life he had only been shown the bad.

But then there are these couple paragraphs after that. Those are super interesting to me and it gives so much insight on the universe and how certain people think.

"She (Annabeth) gazed into the distance. 'I'm not sure. But we have to save camp. If we don't stop Luke...'

She didn't need to finish. If Luke's way of thinking could even tempt Annabeth, there was no telling how many other half-bloods might join him."

First thing to remember, this is all from Percy's perspective. These are all his own thoughts and how he thinks about things. So I think the way Percy speaking about Annabeth in the last paragraph kinda shows how he tends to think of her as strong for not thinking like Luke. Like Luke is kind of weak for thinking the way he does about things needing to change and rebelling against the gods. But also like Luke's way of thinking of his envisioning of a better world without the gods in control is, in itself, something dangerous.

Now, to the other demigods, if the gods were to fall and those demigods were to join Luke's/ Kronos's side, then... It really wouldn't be that dangerous for them. At least not much more dangerous than it is for them now with the gods ruling over everything. Because the gods and Titans are very much the same.

But ultimately, my main point is, Percy seems to have this underlying fear and aversion to anyone doing anything to go against the gods. But why? Why when we see that he is to his core, more on the rebellious side? Much like the ocean, Percy doesn't like to be restrained.

Because, he's been influenced by the gods and camp (especially Chiron). He's been steered to believe that even the thought of going against the gods is wrong and shouldn't be done. He's had Chiron who's been telling him that the gods falling out of power would be the worst thing to ever happen. One god in particular (ahem, Hermes) has used Percy's strong sense of loyalty and family to lead him, to manipulate him farther and put in his head that turning his back on his family (in this case the gods) is something that you should never do.

And it's not just Percy who has been raised to think this way, it's a lot of the other demigods at camp who stay loyal to the gods until their final breaths. Who stay loyal to them even as they watch their siblings die left and right before their eyes.

And Kronos is doing this exact same thing to Luke. It's the same thing that Kronos would've done to his subjects if he would've won the war. There is no difference between the gods and the Titans and, once again, Percy and Luke showcase that perfectly.

And people who believe that the gods are better than the Titans like to bring up the line from TLT when Luke says something along the lines of "the ones who serve Kronos will be treated well and be powerful, the others who don't will be killed."

Yeah, the gods do the exact same thing. They kill or torture anyone who defies them, and gives power to the ones who serve them. We have plenty of examples of this, two major ones are right in the last chapters of The Last Olympian. Luke rebelled against the gods, as he was fated to, and he died as he was fated to, along with most of the other traitors. And Percy, the one who had served the gods the most, he was offered godhood. Power. So yeah, there really is no difference between them.

But I just think it's so interesting how those two paragraphs can give so much insight into how Percy views things. And this is just from the second book. And the book that tends to be most people's least favorite book in the series.

[waitmyturtles]

Thank you Turtles for yet another great piece on IFYLITA. I'm so excited that you picked up the novel. So having known the context, how would you have fixed the IFYLITA finale, if you were the director and didn't know if it was possible to have a S2 or not? Would you still have included all 3 Yais or do you think you would have tried to extend IFYLITA into a 16-18 episode series in order to adapt everything from start to finish? Is there anything from Part 1 of the novel that you are glad/happy that it wasn't adapted into the series or things you like that the series have done differently/taken different approach from the novel?

You must be so tired after your work trip and I'm really sorry for bothering you about IFYLITA even though you just wrote such a long post about it 😭

@clairedaring, I will take ANY EXCUSE to keep talking about I Feel You Linger In The Air -- I LOVE this extended conversation, thank you for engaging me in it! <3

Here's my thinking on how this first season shaped up, and a lot of this comes from conversation that I had with @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm before I read the novel last week into this week.

The material for the 1928 Chiang Mai era clearly fit a style and a tone that director Tee Bundit knew he could do a lot with. (@clairedaring, my recent history with Tee Bundit has been in watching many of his shows -- TharnType and Lovely Writer in particular -- for my Old GMMTV Challenge project, where I'm watching older Thai BLs to learn more about the genre. I also watched Step By Step -- TT and SBS are two of my most passionately hated shows, and I utterly LOVED Lovely Writer, so I have a real love-hate relationship with Tee Bundit, lmao.)

Since I've read the novel -- I'm glad he stuck with one era for the first season, and I really liked how he expanded it. We know that Eaung Peang and Robert have much more minor roles in the novel, and Tee Bundit greatly expanded EP's role to include a lesbian main couple, as well as a dialogue about women's reproductive health and freedom. There was Yai's arranged marriage in the drama that got extended, as well as the criminal downfall of Uncle Dech, Robert, and Yai's father by proxy. Yai's mother gaining power to run the family after that, etc., etc. -- these are all themes that Tee clearly glommed onto in expanding that era, and @clairedaring, to the point you made in the reblog tags of my previous piece from yesterday, I am SUPER glad we spent most of our time in this era. Tee also just made it GORGEOUS for us to watch, which was a treat.

I think if Tee had tried to include all three Yais, we would have felt short shrifted. The Seehasingkorn/Ayutthaya era of the novel is so lengthy. And there are HUGE behavioral change moments for both Jom and Commander Yai in that era. Especially for a Thai audience that's familiar with the novel, if that had gotten shortened, then there definitely would be public criticisms and outcries. (Plus? That era was so much FUN in the novel. Jom was SO SASSY and bold to start courting Commander Yai first!)

I think, if Tee Bundit gave a huge bunch of energy and attention to 1928 Chiang Mai, he'd want to do the same for an even older, more nomadic era. I cannot imagine how beautiful it would be to see that depicted.

And then Tee could fix the order of some scenes from the first season, and we could see more reveals in context, as well as the present day? A season 2 would just be ridiculously awesome for all of that.

The one thing I would have liked fixed was the redundancy from episode 11 to episode 12. I also would have liked more specific clarity about pieces of Jom being lost every time a drawing was made -- we saw that he froze and transcended himself, but that was illuminated pretty early on in the novel, and I think the same could have been done in the series without losing dramatic effect.

But these are minor quibbles. We got to center ourselves in the development of the incredible relationship between Khun Yai and Jom to start the dramatic introduction to this series, and the way Tee Bundit did it defied nearly all of my expectations about this work. He didn't miss any of the big themes of the novel, which I so appreciate, and I think he enriched our experience of the novel by expanding greatly the plight of women in that era. I'm glad we had mostly one Yai to deal with, because more of them would have been a lot!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!!

You know some fics in wich Sherlock is an alien?

The idea popped up in my head yesterday but i don't know exactly how to search it on AO3.

Thank you!

Hi Nonny!

I do! These are the only "alienlock" fics I know of, though one is John-alien:

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU || Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] by canolacrush (M, 41,710 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S2, Sherlock POV First Person, Aliens, Wordplay, Case Fic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?” “Crop circles,” John replied. “Obvious. What else?” “Are…are those intestines surrounding them?” “Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.” “Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

Names for the Galaxy by evadne (E, 191,101 w., 38 Ch. || Future Sci-Fi AU || First Time, Violence, Teacher/Student Dynamics, Ableism, Angst, Bigotry, Disturbing Content, Amnesia) – Sherlock Holmes is a recent arrival to 22nd century earth, and determined to find out who he is and where he comes from. John Watson has the unenviable task of teaching him how to be a normal human being.  Part 1 of the Names for the Galaxy series 

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And these fics are "alien adjacent" in a sense:

Captain John Watson, Genetics, and Other Crazy Things by cyerus (M, 5,581 w., 1 Ch. || Torchwood Crossover ||  Humour / Crack, Jealous Sherlock, Sexual Magnet John, Captain John, UST / RST, Three Continents Watson) – The explanation for John "Three Continents" Watson? Jack Harkness is his father. Sherlock doesn't know whether he's going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.

The Short Tragic Death of John Watson by Calais_Reno (M, 49,681 w., 9 Ch. || Actor / TV Show AU || John “Dies”, Victor Trevor, Past Drug Abuse, POV Sherlock, Suicidal John, Implied / Referenced Abuse, Acting, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Thirteen years ago, Sherlock starred in a television series about an alien boy stranded on Earth. Now Molly has written a reunion episode and he's expected to join his old costars and recreate the role of Alex Tribble, now an adult returning to rescue his old friends from an alien threat. Having had some success since playing a teenage alien, Sherlock is reluctant to reprise the role. And there's another problem no one wants to discuss: John Watson, who played his best friend, is dead.

If He Be Worthy by AndyHood (T, 58,110 w, 18 Ch. || Avengers / MCU Crossover || Friendship, Adventure) – In the aftermath of the alien invasion of London, Coulson's team is set out to retrieve a man, a man that had picked up Thor's hammer. John Watson hadn't meant to get mixed up in the alien invasion only intending to repay a favor. He had only been surveying the damage done by the aliens when he had tripped on a hammer, he didn't know the significance of being able to pick it up.

Perdition's Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., 21 Ch. || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

Out There by DiscordantWords (T, 131,695 w., 10 Ch. || X-Files Fusion || Past Soldier John, Panic Attacks, POV Alternating Present Tense, Anxious John, Canon Adjacent, Deductions, Obsessive Sherlock,, Travelling, Sherlock’s Family, Jealous Sherlock, Mind Palace John, Awkward Flirting, Kidnapped/Abducted John, Semi-Reverse Reichenbach, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Hospital, Slow Burn, UST, Case Fic, Government Conspiracy, Aliens, UFOs, Mutants, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Coma John, Forehead Touching, Hand Holding, Drinking/Bars, Past Jolto) – FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

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And finally, I think you'll also enjoy these lists:

Science Fiction / Fantasy

Doctor Who Crossover Fics (MFLs)

If anyone has something that they would love to suggest, please do!

[rogerswifesblog-updates]

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A/N: Hi!! Here’s the next chapter! I really hope you’ll like it:) ill probably be busy for the next few weeks because of my upcoming exams 😩 but thankfully the next chapter is also ready to post!

Pairing: student!Steve Rogers x Tutor!reader

Warnings: mentioned divorce between Steve’s parents, not Joseph Rogers friendly he’s a dick in this one, mentioned previous Rumlow x Reader, alcohol

For the next few days Steve couldn’t stop thinking about what happened between you two. You put your beautiful lips on him and it made him crazy. Since then he couldn’t stop thinking or talking about it. So once again Bucky was listening to his rambling. “Have you texted her after that?”, Bucky asked, sipping at his coffee, watching as Steve nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I did. Yesterday, and she said we should forget about what happened-or at least not talk about it. And that it won’t happen again”, Steve looked down at his phone, feeling how his chest tightened for a moment.

He still didn’t know why you did it, but he definitely enjoyed it. It just confused him. A lot.

“Steve maybe…maybe you should try to move on?”, Bucky said softer than usual and Steve definitely felt his throat tighten. He didn’t want to let go. At least just for the next few weeks. If you still wouldn’t want him after his birthday, then he’d stop pinning after you. Only a few weeks and then he’ll hopefully be your boyfriend. “Let’s go, break ends in a few minutes and we shouldn’t be late for biology”, he said, pulling Bucky with him.

After school he drove home, also dropping Bucky off since they lived only a few minutes from each other. “Hi mom”, he greeted his mom in the kitchen, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled softly at her son, always greeting her the same way. It was really sweet. She was incredibly happy to have a son like him. “How was school?”, it’s the usual question, followed by the usual answer about how boring it was.

He helped her prepare something to eat, before sitting together down at the table. Just the two of them, but it was better that day after the messy divorce his parents had. “What do you want to do for your birthday? It’s only two weeks”, Steve didn’t need to think about it too long, already planning something. “I’d like dinner-just you, me and…Y/N”, he said smiling, his cheeks blushing slightly. “Isn’t this your tutor your father found for you?” Steve nodded, swallowing hard, knowing this could be a slightly uncomfortable conversation.

“Yes, Dad asked to help me a few months ago. She’s really good at explaining but she’s also a great friend. I really like her-maybe we could invite her, you could meet her-”, he started rambling, as he felt blush creeping onto his cheeks, painting him scarlet. “Not that we’re a couple or anything-it’s just that-“ “you like that girl?”, his mother asked.

He didn’t know it was possible to blush even harder, but he managed.

“She-she’s very nice. And really pretty…and also really smart-like, really smart. I think she’s doing her master's in mathematics? Or-or, well at least something with math”, while he explained, Sarah put her fork down and leaned a bit back in her seat. “How old is she? You didn't mention that she’s in college before…and master, then she’s probably around 23?” His moms guessing made him wince slightly, since she didn’t sound very pleased with that. “She’s…25, turning 26 this year-but age isn’t the point-“ “Steve she’s 8 years older, how does that not matter? You know I want you to be happy, but why would you choose a woman that’s nearly a decade older than you? Are you sure she’s having good intentions-“ “Mom, we’re really not together. She said the same thing-that she’s too old”

His mother nodded, picking up her fork again and continued eating for a moment. “If you want to invite her I don’t mind, but I think your father will want to join us, so you should also tell him she’d be here”, Steve nodded at Sarah’s words, his lips twitching to a smile.

A few days later he was once again at his fathers place, waiting in his room till you arrived. “Hello Steve”, you greet him entering the room. Smiling Steve stepped closer to you, pulling you in a hug. It surprised you pretty much, but your arms wrapped around him automatically and you could feel how he put more weight on you. “Where did this come from, Steve?” You laughed against his chest, brushing your hands over his back. He sighed into your hair.

Slowly he let go of you, looking down at you with an uneasy expression. “Is it about last week? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me”, you said quietly, but Steve shook his head, even though it definitely was about last week. “It’s not like I mind-definitely enjoyed it, you know?”, he grinned, while his face turned the usual rosy shade. Somehow even you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. This boy was creeping into your heart and you couldn’t even stop him from doing so.

He took a deep and nervous breath.

“I’d like to invite you to dinner-not a date but a dinner with my parents, on my birthday. It’s in two weeks. I’m turning eighteen”, Steve took one of your hands in his, slowly interlocking his fingers with yours, your gaze immediately dropping to your hands. He was hopeful, his voice slightly trembling nervously even though he tried to hide it.

For a moment fell silent between you, while you let go of his hand, making him visibly gulp. “It’s your birthday, of course I’ll come. As your friend.” You didn’t know who you had to remind more about the actual relationship that was between you two. Just friendship. Nothing more. It couldn’t be more. “And now come on, we still have some work to do.”

You noticed how he sat much closer to you, his knee always bumping into your leg, hands curiously and unsure resting on your thighs. The worst part about it is how much you enjoyed it. The gentle touches, the soft smiles…

You were really falling for him, huh?

“You’re much better, Steve. I’m really proud of you for how far you came”, you said, noticing he hadn’t had a single mistake in his last calculations. A quiet and happy giggle escaped Steve's lips. A giggle. This boy really made it hard for you not to fall any more for him. With this sun kissed cheeks and sparkling eyes. He was truly a beauty.

Fuck, stop thinking about him like that.

Packing up your stuff you felt his gaze on you, which was something that happened quite often. He was always looking at you, not saying anything, just looking. And if you had to be honest you liked it. It made you feel pretty and even a bit flustered. You can’t remember when you felt flustered because of a man.

“See you next week, Stevie”, with that you looked over your shoulder one last time, before leaving and going straight to your place. On the way you called Natasha, asking her if she could come over in the evening.

After buying some tequila, juice and snacks you made your way home and Nat came by only an hour later, not giving you much time to do anything besides taking a quick shower. She let herself in, with a key you still didn't know where she had it from, but got used to it pretty quickly. At least you didn’t have to interrupt preparing the tequila-sunrises, something you two always loved drinking. But also telling her something was wrong.

“So what’s up? What happened that you needed to buy the bigger bottle”, Natasha grabbed the tequila bottle and looked back at you. You were probably blushing the same deep red as Steve always did. “I’m just so stupid, Natasha. Always getting myself into…. something…always some kind of trouble. I really don’t know what-“ “Is it still about Steve?” “I think I’m in love with him”, you didn’t even mean to say it. It just slipped.

Even Natasha didn’t know what to say-and she always knew what to say. She was never speechless.

You grabbed the drinks you just made, walking to the couch. “He invited me to his birthday tho”, you tried to say something, probably making it even worse. Natasha followed you, drinking a big sip after sitting down with you. You waited for any kind of answer, your chest feeling tight and uncomfortable.

“You deserve some love, you know? He may be a bit younger, but this shouldn’t affect your relationship too much. Especially not after his birthday”, she tried reassuring you, gently bumping her elbow into your side. It even made you laugh quietly, since you were ticklish and sensitive there.

You sipped at your drink, before finally looking back to Natasha. “I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship, Nat….”, you whispered, feeling your eyes burn just by the thought about your last boyfriend, fiancé even. Natasha recognised the pain in your eyes, having cheered you up after the awful breakup.

She put her arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Rumlow was a dick and everything he did wasn’t your fault. You deserve someone…good. From what you told me Steve is good. He’s a good and sweet guy”, she stroked over your hair, making you sign into her shoulder. “But he’s inexp-“ “you’ll get there. Just teach him and talk to him about everything. You two just need to talk.”

The rest of the evening was spent watching your comfort movies and drinking, leaving you with an awful hangover in the morning, while Natasha prepared breakfast for you, not even having a little headache.

The next two weeks passed quickly. The day of Steve’s birthday dinner came and you looked at yourself in the mirror a last time. You looked good. Since it was his birthday you decided to dress up, put on some makeup and also some pretty heels. It’s not like you needed to impress him but…but you still wanted him to like you. Smoothing down the last crease in your dress you put on your jacket and left your apartment. You decided to take the subway, since he lived only a few stations away.

You felt nervous, knowing you’d met his mother in a few minutes. Thankfully you knew his dad, since he was your boss, but it still didn’t make you any less anxious.

What if they don't like you? What if you’d do something stupid? What if you trip over their carpet and totally embarrass yourself? Maybe they don’t have a carpet.

You shook your head over yourself, knowing exactly your overthinking wouldn’t help you in any way.

Talking up the porch, you felt your hands starting to sweat, the gift you were holding nearly slipping out of your hands. After you rang the doorbell it took Steve less than a minute before he opened the door. Your breath hitched seeing him.

He was…also dressed up. Normally you saw him on the weekends, sleepy, in hoodies and with messy hair but today he was completely different. He wore a black button down, the first two buttons leaving open. His hair was neatly slicked back and it seemed like he was wearing dress pants, perfectly ironed. He looked so much older like that. So much closer to your age than his.

For a moment you looked at each other silently, before someone else appeared behind him. A blond woman, with identical features to his own, just more feminine. His mother. You felt yourself blushing, finally remembering to move and pulling Steve in a hug. “Happy birthday Stevie, thank you for inviting me”, you whispered in his ear, before kissing his cheeks gently. When you tried to pull away from him, he just grabbed you a bit tighter, burying his nose against your throat. Wow, you smelled so sweet. So so good. He could get drunk on you.

Over his shoulder you could see his mother smiling at you, making you smile back at her. She seemed friendly, even though you could recognise the overprotective mother gaze, watching you like a hawk.

Finally Steve let go of you and you gave him your gift. “I noticed you’re always doodling and sketching on your notebooks and homework so…yeah, I hope you like it”, you said shyly. You’ve never liked giving gifts, never being sure about what would make someone happy, but you hoped Steve would-

“Oh wow, but thats-this was expensive. I know it was, don’t even deny it”, he mumbled, taking out the sketchbook and a pencil case. They definitely were expensive, but you knew these were good to sketch. The price didn’t matter seeing how bright his smile was, when he opened the first page where you had drawn something yourself. Just a cake with eighteen candles and a big ‘happy birthday’ over it. It wasn’t as good as Steve’s drawing, but not bad. Thankfully sketching was also one of your small hobbies.

Once again Steve pulled you against his chest, holding you tightly. “Thank you, I love it”, he mumbled, before slowly letting you go. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, while looking back at his mother and stepping closer to her. “I’m Y/N, pleasure to meet you”, while you held out your hand for her to shake, you noticed how much you were shaking.

The woman smiled at you, taking your hand and pulling you in a quick hug. “You can call me Sarah, it’s nice to meet you. Steve told me a lot about you.” And even though you couldn’t see Steve you knew he was giving his mom a look and probably turning crimson.

“I brought yhm-a wine, I hope that’s okay, I just didn’t want to come empty handed”, you said, giving it to Sarah, which surprised her. But you could tell it was in a good way.

Okay, good…It looked like she liked you. At least a bit.

After that you sat down at the table, but there was still one plate and you assumed it was for Steve’s father. This only made you even more nervous. You had no idea how it would be to spend a dinner with your boss, being here as Steve’s…what? friend? Technically but…it wasn't really just that, was it? You felt like it was more, especially when he gently put his hand on your thigh feeling it shaking all the time.

“So tell me, you’re in college right?”, Sarah asked, starting a conversation. “Yes, I am. It’s my last year but I’m not sure what I’ll do after-at first I thought about teaching but I’m not sure about that anymore-”, you didn’t even think about how your words sounded, but the looks the Rogers gave you, made you think about your words choice. Have you accidentally said something different? “Was I really this bad of a student for you to change career paths?”, asked the birthday boy, making you finally understand.

A quiet laugh escaped your lips. “Oh I’m so sorry, Steve, no of course not. You were amazing-there are probably less students so attentive like you than I’d like, but it’s not that. I just-I haven’t found my path yet”, you explained, putting your hand on his arm, squeezing gently. While looking at each other you didn’t notice how Sarah smiled secretly at the two of you, knowing something you two probably didn’t know yet.

Just as Steve opened his mouth to say something the doorbell rang again, making Steve leave the room to let his father in.

You hadn’t even noticed you were still smiling, before your gaze finally fell to Sarah. A warmth spread in your chest at her knowing smirk. “You’d like some wine?”, she asked you and you nodded silently.

She poured some of the wine for you and her, before putting the wine bottle into the fridge. Meanwhile Steve came back with his father close behind him. You quickly stood up, shaking his hand to greet him. “Hello, Mr Rogers”, you smiled friendly, but he didn’t return it. Okay, weird. You actually thought he’d be the one liking you more.

When you all were sitting and had your food, Sarah took her wine glass and smiled at you. You understood and grabbed your own, raising it slightly, before taking a sip and putting it back aside. Of course Steve noticed you and his mother having wine. Why couldn’t he have any? “Mom, why can’t I have some wine too?”

She raised her eyebrows at his comment. “Because you’re not 21”, his cheeks turned slightly rosy, but he didn’t give up. “But it’s my birthday and we’re home. Just one glass, please mom.” She shook her head and for some reason Steve looked back at you. You immediately felt all eyes on you.

“Why are you looking at me?” “Can I have a sip-“ “no, you’ve heard your mom. No wine for you till you're 21-” He scoffed Slightly. “If we were in Europe I’d be able to drink already-” “but we’re not in Europe.” For some reason your bickering made Sarah laugh quietly, breaking the argument about whether Steve should get wine.

In the end he just got orange juice.

You spent the meal with light conversation, mostly talking to Sarah and Steve. Joseph only talked to Steve, even avoiding looking at you. It made you feel unwelcome. Like an intruder in their home.

“Steve, could you go and grab my briefcase from my car”, said Joseph after everyone ate a slice of cake. Steve seemed confused, Sarah as well, but either way Steve did leave the room, looking once again back at you. For some reason you felt like your mouth went dry all of a sudden. Your heart started pounding. An uneasy feeling spreads in your chest.

And you were right.

As soon as the door closed behind Steve Joseph looked at you with a stern cold gaze. “So, what is you want from Steve? Surely you’re not with him for his maturity, since you’re ten years older-“ ouch on that one, it’s only seven, not ten, thank you very much. “-why are you even here?” You felt tears burn in your eyes. And you cried rarely.

“Steve invited me-as a friend. We’re friends, that’s all-” Joseph scoffed, shaking his head. “Do you think I’m stupid, girl? If he’d be inviting his friends he’d have invited Bicky or whatever he’s called”, said the man angrily. Sarah hit his arm. “First off-don’t speak to her that way, do you understand me? Or you can leave. And second, it’s Bucky. His name is Bucky.”

He still seemed not wanting to stop. "Bicky, bucky, whatever, not even he was invited by Steve, but you? YOU? His damn tutor? Maybe you’re not even teaching him math, huh? I shouldn’t have hired you either as my assistant or his tutor, you’re probably just sleeping-" Before you could react Sarah slapped him across the face. (Thankfully, because otherwise you’d have done it yourself.) She was as furious as you were hurt. She may not like the age gap between you and Steve, but seeing how happy Steve was with you was enough to let her overlook it. Steve’s happiness was all that mattered and she could tell you had romantic feelings for her son.

“You'll apologize to this sweet woman or leave this house now, Joseph.” Her voice was calm, but you felt the rage behind it. Joseph seemed to get angrier, too. “You can’t throw me out of my house-“ “It’s not your house anymore. Now get your cheating ass out of my house and don’t even try to call Steve, telling him shit about-“, when they heard the door open their argument immediately quieted down, but you still felt awful. Humiliated by Steve’s father accusing you of…being a whore? A gold digger? You really didn’t know what exactly his problem was.

You stood up, grabbing your purse, not looking at Joseph or Steve, just at Sarah, knowing she’d understand. “It’s late, I have to work in the morning and should go. It was lovely to meet you, Sarah. I hope to see you some other time”, you said friendly, your voice shaky and Steve definitely noticed how different your demand was from how you usually acted.

Sarah nodded with a sad secret smile on her lips, knowing the real reason. Before you put your coat on, Steve gently took your hand. “I’ll drive you, come on. It’s dark. You shouldn’t be alone on the streets”, that’s one of the reasons why he wants to drive you, but the other one was to ask you what happened here while he was gone…and also ask you on a real date.

“Steve you don’t have to, it’s okay-“, you started, but he only shook his head, taking his car keys and throwing his jacket on. “It’s fine, I’d feel better that way-knowing you’re safe”, his words made your heart swell. Steve was a good guy, Natasha was right with that one.

On the way home you stayed mostly quiet, even though Steve tried to ask you what happened, but you lied once again telling him it’s because of your early work. You could tell Steve wasn’t believing any of it, but still stopped asking.

He walked you to your apartment door, not wanting for the evening to end. Before today you’ve never spent so much time together and he enjoyed every second of it. A soft laugh escaped your lips at the way Steve was standing behind you, while you opened your apartment door-definitely not needing his supervision anymore. “Steve, I think I’m safe now”, you smiled at him, making the young man blush. He shrugged, looking at you from under his eyelashes. “Maybe I want to spend some more time with you? If you’d like…”, he whispered quietly.

You thought about it for a moment, before grabbing his hand and pulling him with you into your apartment, where the first thing you did was take off your shoes. “What would you like to do, Stevie?”, the nickname affected him immediately, his face turning a sweet shade of red. “M-maybe watch a movie? I don’t know-I’ve never been on a real date-“ “is this a date?”

You didn’t mean to sound rude, but Steve seemed to take it that way, immediately stepping away from you. “I-no-not if you don’t want to-I’m sorry for assuming-” “no, no, I’m sorry Steve. It’s okay. I’m just surprised but-yeah, I like for it to be a date”, you whispered thinking back to what Natasha had said. You deserved love. Some happiness…

And even if Steve wasn’t a partner you thought you’d end up with, you’d love to try.

That’s how you found yourself on the couch in Steve’s arms, while a movie was playing but neither of you paid attention to it, being busy with talking. Him always caressing your side and arms with his fingers, so carefully it even tickled sometimes. You couldn’t tell if the tingle on your skin was from the tickling or just from him being so close to you.

“Now that I’m 18, we could be in a relationship…go on real dates…”, he whispered in your hair after a while. For a moment you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, scared of what the right answer would be.

But the right answer was what your heart was telling you and not your head. At least this time.

You slowly lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “I’d love to do that, Steve”, you whispered back, sitting up and carefully sliding onto his lap, making sure he was comfortable with you doing so. His hands found your hips, pulling you a bit closer against his chest. You noticed how he scanned your face for any reactions, but since you liked it, he only found a smile.

Leaning down you put your lips softly against his, making him gasp quietly, but he immediately returned the kiss enthusiastically-maybe even a bit too enthusiastic. Once again it reminded you of the difference between your experiences and his. Or more the lack of them.

And yet somehow you really liked the sloppy and unskilled movements of his lips, getting more used to it with every second you were kissing him. You liked how he tried to mimic your lips, his kissing slowly becoming better. The kiss was gentle and slow, making your whole body tremble. You don’t remember the last time you kissed someone just for the purpose of kissing. It was just a kiss, soft and innocent, not even using tongue. Why this felt like the best kiss you ever had you couldn’t tell.

Steve’s hands found its way to your waist, pulling you closer against him, till you were flushed against him. Hesitantly he licked over your bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue faintly slide against his, before exploring his mouth. This time he definitely felt even more uncertain what to do, just letting you dominate the kiss, till he started returning it as hotly as you.

Grinding faintly against him, you felt his hard length pressing against his pants, against your throbbing cunt. Only two pieces of clothing between your sexes.

Panting you broke off the kiss, needing some air, but you still stayed close, leaning your forehead against his. Steve was breathing heavily, unknowingly grinding his hard cock against your crotch. You grabbed his hands, pushing them slowly to your thighs, before letting them slide under your dress to your ass. “If you want we can continue in the bedroom, Stevie, but we need to talk about some things first”, you whispered, kissing his jaw.

“Yeah-let’s-yes please”, he whispered. Surprisingly he pulled you a bit closer against him and stood up with you-fuck, you hadn’t expected him to be so strong, but you liked it. You told him where to go, the bedroom door being kicked shut by Steve, while he placed you on the bed.

Chapter 4

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OUTLAW (7)

ATEEZ ot8 X Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warnings: None

A/N Double update for the day because I didn't get to it yesterday. Chapter 8 will be posted later today (for me). I didn't get to writing a chapter and it bothers me when I don't have one ready on time. I like to have a few chapters written for just in case.

It was rather quick that your parents seemed to have hired the boys. They didn’t really question much of where they came from or why they were looking for work in your establishment. The only person they did question was you. 

Why didn’t you say anything? How did you meet them? How long have you known them? Do they have someone waiting for them at home? That was from your mother. 

You worked with Soenghwa for the most part. Yeosang was too busy in the backroom going over inventory and the money the hotel makes during the day. He also kept tabs of the guests list and their payments. Seonghwa worked at the bar in the saloon, occasionally making food the guests ordered. However with it being Friday, the bar was packed with people laughing and de-stressing from the week. 

“Thank you, (Y/N).” Seonghwa’s fingers grazed your hand as you handed him some empty glasses that needed to be washed. 

“You're welcome, Seonghwa.” You smiled. “Table three wants more whiskey.”

“Coming right up.” His dazzling grin made you blush, if only for the fact that he was a good looking man. He would make any woman flustered. 

“You've been such a great help, boy!” Your father patted him on the back. “Weekends are usually packed with travelers or the townsfolk who claim we have the best drinks. You're really making us stand out!”

“You got yourself one hell of a looker!” A man at the bar praised Seonghwa. “All the women would be lining up to take a glimpse at your new hire, (F/N)!”

“Thank you.” Seonghwa bashfully told him. 

The room went quiet for just a moment, some of the patrons had stopped talking to look towards the entrance of the bar. Yunho and Jongho both walked in, casually making their way over to the seats open at the bar. 

“Officers.” The man who was complimenting Seonghwa greeted, tipping his glass. 

The two men greeted the other back, moving to look over the available drinks. It was the first time they had ever gone down to the bar to sit and have a drink. You would assume it was because it was Seonghwa’s first day working there. Maybe they felt a bit more at ease with someone they knew. 

“Say, do you guys know how long you're going to be here?” The man continued. “All the people are wondering why officers from the big city are snooping in our area.”

You paused your washing of cups, but quickly went back so as to not seem like you were eavesdropping. However, looking around the bar it seemed you weren’t the only one who was interested in the conversation. 

Jongho and Yunho took a moment to look at each other before moving to take the glasses that Seonghwa had put in front of them. You realized that they didn’t even vocalize their preference of alcohol but no one else did. Seonghwa probably didn’t even realize he had given them something to drink subconsciously. 

“There have been sightings of outlaws nearby.” You took a glance at Seonghwa. “We've been sent to investigate.”

Yunho answered the man. “With that being said, should you come across any wanted man. Please be sure to tell us. We have orders from the higher ups to catch them ourselves.” He turned to the rest of the bar, calling out to those who were watching him. 

“What if we want the reward!?” Someone slurred from the crowd. 

“You can have a try but just know you will be considered a criminal as well for obstructing the law.” Jongho shrugged, looking over the area.

No one dared to make another statement after that. However there was a lot of talk about the outlaws. People would whisper about how they needed to buy more ammunition for their weapons just in case these outlaws were to come into town. How they needed to keep their wives and daughters from going out so late in the night to prevent something terrible. 

As the night progressed, the bar slowly grew to be less packed. However you would conclude that it was rather late at night when the bar dwindled down to cleaning up. The men were sure worried about their wives and daughters but they didn’t seem to mind if they left drunk at 3 in the morning. You would work around the two men who had passed out on their tables, knowing that your father would be the one to deal with them in the end. 

Yeosang had come in earlier in the night to tell Seonghwa that he was leaving. You wanted to question where it was they were staying but you knew better. Curiosity kills the cat, you know the saying. In your case, you knew it would most definitely kill you. 

The only people left in the bar, aside from the two men passed out drunk, were Seonghwa, Jongho, Yunho and you. Your father had gone to take the empty bottles out back, leaving you alone with the three men. 

“You keep staring at the piano.” You told Seonghwa as you placed the last of the glasses where they went. “Do you play?”

“Not since I was a teen. It's been a while.” The man told you.

You moved things to the side, looking over at Seonghwa for a moment. “Could you play something?” You asked him, giving him a small smile. “I'd like to hear.”

You heard a snort come from Yunho and when you glanced at the two officers, you could see the large grins they were sporting. They looked at Seonghwa expectantly, just the tad bit tipsy from nursing their drinks for so long. 

“Sure.” Seonghwa moved around the bar, making his way to the upright piano.

You and the boys moved to stand behind the man, watching as he seemed to look over the keys for a moment before touching the instrument. You had been so used to listening to your grandfather play such uptempo songs that it felt like something had been lifted off your shoulders the moment Seonghwa started playing. 

It was some classical song, one that didn’t fit the theme of the bar. It soothed others to sleep and brought a light headed feeling. It made you smile, taking a seat to listen more carefully to the man playing. You felt the song wasn’t long enough when Seonghwa played the last of the notes. 

“It's been a while since I've heard you play.” Yunho told his friend.

“It's been a while since we've heard any kind of music.” Jongho explained, taking the last sip of the beer he was holding. 

“Wish the others were here.” Seonghwa smiled sadly.

It had been a while since you had seen the others all together, but it seemed to you like they were starting to let their guards down. At least, enough to relax and enjoy where they are. Yunho and Jongho didn’t seem to be as stiff as when they came in. The example of them coming down to the bar for the first time came to mind. While Yeosang and Seonghwa were already the calm two of the group, they too looked like they weren’t struggling as much as when you met them a week ago. 

“Do you all enjoy music?” You asked, scooting in closer to the piano.

“It’s what brought us together.” Soenghwa answered. “Captain was the one who started everything.”

“We weren’t always a group of criminals.” Seonghwa sighed, fingers drifting over the keys.

Your eyes drifted over the three, watching as Yunho and Jongho seemed to be laughing to themselves, the alcohol getting to them. Well to Yunho because it seemed as though Jongho had a great handle on himself. If you didn’t know about their occupation you would assume they were like all the other men your age who came and went through the hotel. 

They looked like they were stress free as though they weren’t going around causing trouble for a lot of people. You didn’t know their stories, but hearing from Seonghwa that they weren’t who everyone claimed to be, you wanted to know all about them. 

“I couldn’t imagine.” You calmly told him.

“Us not being criminals?” Yunho called out.

“Being criminals. None of you look like you want to be.” You confessed.

 “Because we aren’t. Not when we help the less fortunate.” Jongho crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair.

Your mind began to wander around his words. You remembered the story about the robbery that took place in the town over with Harthorne. Everyone knew he wasn’t the kindest of people and was really stingy with his money. He hoarded it, not daring to spend more than he needed to. Everyone knew he was a spoiled man who didn’t lift a finger to help those who needed it. 

You figured it was them who had taken the money from Harthorne. The men at the bar didn’t tell you more about what the gang did with the money but if they claim to not be criminals you wouldn’t be off put to know where it must have gone. There was a story about a man who knew how to use a bow and arrow. He would take from the rich and give to the poor. You wondered if they had read it as well.

“You take from the rich-”

“And give to the poor.” Seonghwa ended.

“That changes things, doesn’t it?” You grinned.

“You scared?” Seonghwa teased.

He gave you a grin, which made you flush again. Yunho had leaned closer to you while Jongho waited for you to speak. There was a time when you would glare back at men who made you so flustered. You would often retort with something stupid that would cause them offense for how unladylike you spoke. However you weren’t there to make them like you. They weren’t people you needed to impress.

“Of the Park Seonghwa?” You chuckled. “Not anymore. Not after that beautiful display you just put on.”

“You should hear Yeosang play the violin. He is a master.” Seonghwa praised his friend.

They cared deeply for each other, that much was noticeable. Maybe looking at them from afar they did look like hoodlums who would shiv you because you looked at them wrong. Or in most of their cases would seduce you into their beds and leave you the next day. 

But within themselves they held each other in high regards. You saw it in the way they spoke about their captain. How they cared about each other when two of them were injured. You knew they were all they had, with being in a gang. Not many people would open their arms for them. They were a family. And it brought a smile to your face to know they weren’t the criminals people claimed they were. 

You smiled brightly. “I’ll hold him to that.”

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At a certain point you just want to throw your hands up and say "this is not my fucking problem anymore", and unfortunately in some cases you can't actually do that. But I'm so tired ... Just, emotionally, I'm completely exhausted and done; I feel incredibly taken advantage of and uncared for, honestly. And after the last incident last night prior to the fall, I'm also now filled with a blinding rage that still hasn't quite simmered down. I honestly don't know if it will.

@drinkbooksreadtea and @genderfluidgothwitch / @wanderlust-----witch got to hear about it a little last night, but because I had capped out my post limit for the day like a dumbo I didn't get to say anything about it broadly. But yesterday was just a shit sandwich (quite literally in some areas). My Mother in Law breaking her leg and pelvis was just the bright red screaming EMT cherry on top of a particularly bullshitier day than most. To summarize as briefly as possible, though:

I got woken up at 6 am yesterday (2 hours before my usual up time, which is not good on my Fibro) because we can't seem to get my Father in Law to understand that he is walking on the ceiling of our bedroom, and he walks like an Elephant constantly.

I was tired all day as a result. And I was in pain because it's been cold and raining, and the weather system keeps shifting- and my conditions are annoyingly sensitive to weather pressure, rain, and cold. But CBD and Pine Oil were only taking the edge off the pain barely. So I just had to suffer through it, because I can't be high while taking care of my Mother in Law.

Except I basically didn't take care of my Mother in Law yesterday because she had 2 appointments. Which I was informed about. But when we spoke about the 2nd one, I was told he'd be back at 11:30 to try and get out the door by "12:30 at the latest"- and then they'd be back "at or around 2:30". Which did not give me enough time to nap, because I know my body. If I'd fallen asleep, I wouldn't've woken up by the time they were back, as tired as I was. Except they weren't back when he said they'd be. They were back almost 2 hours later, at near 4. So I stayed awake, bone exhausted, in pain, and completely sober, for nothing.

That's ok, though, because my Husband got off work early. Maybe I can finally get a nap, take a gummy, and chill! But for some reason, the second he gets off work, in rapid succession: He takes the Dog out with him when he goes to smoke, lets the dog back in while he checks on Mom ⇾ Dog vomits at the top of the stairs without me hearing her and I step in vomit going to check on dinner in the crock pot, and have to clean it up ⇾ I go to the bathroom after, and his mom's had an accident at some point and stuffed both her underwear and her diaper in the toilet to hide it like a toddler. So now in order to piss I've gotta clean up all the adult shit all over the bathroom and fish those out of the toilet ⇾ Come back downstairs and throw the underwear and towels in the wash ⇾ Step in another mysteriously appearing pile of dog vomit ⇾ Hobble step from that one right into a mysterious third pile ... And fall on my ass.

At that point I snap and just wind up sobbing on the Basement floor for two hours, my last thread having just completely severed for the day. So my Husband cleans up the two new piles of dog vomit for me and gets my pants off, cleans my feet, and gets me new pants ... And the second he gets done with that, the dog vomits a fourth time; she literally has not been fed yet today and is vomiting up giant piles of half digested dog food. The only thing we can surmise is that someone must've thrown something over our fence- and I will fucking murder them the second I find them.

That's all fine, though, right? Because at this point it's 6:30 and my Father in Law should be back in half an hour for the night ... Oh, except he comes home for 5 minutes to change and then go to a fucking church meeting half an hour away, that he didn't inform us he was going to go to, and which he really shouldn't be going to. But priorities, amiright? Gotta go talk to God and Congregation, because Sundays aren't enough. Nevermind that your Wife has Cancer and needs care, and won't let my Husband or I change her shit stained clothing she's been laying in for hours!

Nevermind that the person doing the main amount of care for her right now is also the other disabled person in the house, who is currently in pain and recovering from an injury that made them completely unable to walk- after already having a bad luck string of illnesses that left them bedbound for the last 2 / 3 months (what is math? I've given up now). And nevermind that they currently have another communicable illness and honestly shouldn't be around someone with a severely compromised immune system right now. It also doesn't really matter that the longer they're forced to care for her, the more they risk reinjuring their own current injury, to the point where they literally can't stand anymore without their Piriformis muscle immediately seizing and spasming. This is what family does!

He was maybe been home for like 40 minutes when the whole fall thing happened.

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Im not sure if your requests are open still but if they are, can i have a Megumi Fushiguro! Aged up fluff, (not sure if your comfortable). Of preferably a scene were he is holding his child for the first time.

If not then a simple first kiss is ok!

My requests are definitely still open!! I really love this request and I did both a first kiss and holding his child (both flashbacks). Thank you so much for requesting!! This was so fun to write and super cute!!!! <3

Home Life - Megumi Fushiguro

Paring - aged up! Megumi Fushiguro x reader

Warnings - none! just dripping with fluff!

Word Count - 668

Notes - omg, my first jujutsu kaisen writing!!! thank you again for requesting! i hope this is good, i really like it, so i hope you do to! and have a lovely day @thatfanfictionwriter <333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

You turned over in your sleep, hearing the house phone ringing in the living room. “Megumi,” your voice was tired and barely audible. “Megumi, love, can you go get that?” Other than the sound of your voice, there was rain pouring outside and the faint sound of the fan that was spinning in your room. Megumi stretched, his shirt moving up to reveal his abs. His face scrunched at the sound of the phone, knowing that he would have to get up from his current very comfortable state. He looked over at you and smiled, petting your hair. You fell back asleep pretty quickly. Megumi gave you a quick peck on the cheek and ran over to the phone in the living room, hoping and praying that it hadn’t woken Ayla up.

“Hello?” Megumi’s voice was deep and tired as he rubbed his eye, waiting for a response on the other line. Just a spam call. He quickly hung up and grabbed himself a glass of water. The kitchen almost looked eerie at night. But strangely comfortable at the same time.

2:30. Because of course it was. Megumi couldn't really sleep anyway. Though, he kind of had the four year old to blame for that. He loved the kid, but sometimes those things could keep you up for hours. But he didn't mind the hours. He loved that child with all his heart and soul. While he was on the topic of thinking about her, he walked to her room to check if the phone had woken her up.

Megumi smiled as he walked in, finding Ayla fast asleep, her face slammed to her pillow. He kneeled down and petted her hair, smiling. She looked just like you. Except, Megumi was prideful to say that she had his eyelashes. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and walked back to where you were, still fast asleep. You looked so much like that child it baffled him.

Megumi can't believe it's been four years already. He remembers just yesterday when he held that child in his arms, the little scrunched look she had on her face as she fell asleep slowly in his arms. He definitely remembers crying a lot. He vowed to make the best home life for that child, since he didn't have the best. He wanted to be the father he never had. He looked into her dark, but bright blue eyes. Just like his. Her bright hair matched yours. It was like something out of a dream. He loved that baby. More than anything. Well, maybe not you. “Who was it?” You somehow got out of your deep trance of sleep and turned over to Megumi, holding his hand. “Just a spam call.” “That’s stupid.” Megumi giggled, playing with your fingers. “Did you check on Ayla?!” Your tone became quickly worried. “Yes, I did. She’s fast asleep.” You sighed, relaxing on the bed. “I can't believe it's been four years.” You turned to Megumi, who had misty eyes. “Megumi-” “I'm so proud of you.” “I'm so proud of you.” You cupped his face, scooting closer and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “God, I remember when we had our first kiss at that godforsaken school and here we are, married with a four year old to call ours.” “Oh god,” you cringed with a slight giggle. “Don't mention that kiss.” “If it weren't for that awful first kiss, we wouldn't be here, so I think you should be proud of it.” “Proud of accidentally knocking you off of that bench and nearly knocking your tooth out?” “Yup.” Megumi pulled you closer so you were hoisted on his lap and he laid a small kiss on your cheek before giving you a couple of pecks on the lips. He wouldn't give up that first kiss for the world. That’s what started everything. His entire life was in his home and he wanted to protect it until the day he died.