#because I didn't know the acceptable amount and couldn't see their cups

[stupid-elf]

Growing up with strict, neurodivergent parents while neurodivergent yourself will have you as an adult acting like you've recently escaped the feywild. What are the tricky rules? Is everything accounted for? How do I ensure I don't accidentally step over the line into Impoliteness. You know the consequences aren't death and dismemberment but you might look down one day and find you've lost your shadow and all of your friends if you're not careful

[libby-for-life]

Can you do an Alpha Lucifer and Omega Adam one-shot?

I love the Omegaverse! Yes! We'll be doing my version of Adamsapple that reflect from my book Adam Dies.

Adam had been feeling sick for days now and he had no idea why. He had been feeling warm and sweaty, his appetite had increased, and he had been so sore lately. If he didn't know he was a Beta, he would have thought these symptoms sounded like an Omega going into heat.

He was very confused about it.

Currently, he was eating some breakfast. Adam sighed as he at some of his new cravings. Rotisserie chicken on waffles slathered in syrup. And pickles on the side.

"Adam?" The said demon smiled when Lucifer entered the kitchen. The devil was wearing a robe that fell off one shoulder and Adam felt his face warm up, more than it already was, and look away. He could see the beginnings of Lucifer's toned chest...

"That's, uh, an interesting breakfast," Lucifer said with a frown and Adam looked up with a sigh as he took a mouth full. He swallowed before answering.

"I know. I can't seem to shake off these cravings."

Lucifer tilted his head. "Cravings? That's...oddly specific." Adam shrugged and continued eating. Why was he so hot?

"Adam. You look flushed." He certainly felt flushed. "Are you alright?" Adam felt a hand on his forehead and a moan tumbled out of the lamb demon.

Adam let out a squeak, covering his face in mortification. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what came—"

"How long have you been feeling this way?" Lucifer interrupted. Adam thought hard about it. "Since last Thursday?"

"Two days ago?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Lucifer cried out while looking over Adam as if he was making sure he wasn't hiding anything else. "It wasn't so bad a couple of days ago. Just felt hot...."

Lucifer cupped his cheeks before stuffing his face into the lamb's scent glands. Adam squeaked but moaned out louder when he felt the devil's nose brush the top of his sensitive scent glands.

"Omega."

Adam felt slick pour out of his hole and he squirmed in his seat. What the hell was going on?

Lucifer removed himself from Adam, his pupils blown wide. "Adam...you're an Omega."

Adam froze. An Omega? No...no! He couldn't be! Omega's were treated like disgusting sex slaves! It was bad in Hell. The amount of abuse and discrimination that these designations received put fear into his heart.

He could feel himself shaking. He can't...he can't be an Omega!

Suddenly, strong arms held him close and Adam could smell a combination of cinnamon and apples. Adam breathed deeply and could feel himself relaxing. "Ssshhh, my Omega. I'll protect you."

Adam snuggled deeper into his Alpha, breathing in the intoxicated smell of an Alpha in a rut. "Let me take care of you. Please."

Adam nodded lucidly and he smiled when his Alpha picked him up so easily. His Alpha was strong. That meant he could be protected when he was round and pregnant with their pups.

Soon, he was sitting on a soft bed with so many blankets and pillows. Adam let out a purr and he immediately began to build his nest. It needed to be perfect. "Do you want this for your nest?"

Adam turned hooded eyes to his Alpha who was holding out the clothes he was wearing. His Alpha was naked and Adam tried not to drool at the muscles he saw.

He accepted the clothes and purred at the smell of musk that wafted off it.

He moaned, a fresh wave of slick leaving him and soaking his underwear and pants.

His Alpha joined the nest and began to strip him. Strong palms massaged aching muscles and Adam groaned and drooled at the sensation.

"I'm going to put a baby in you."

"Yes! Breed me!"

Lucifer growled and began sniffing around Adam's hole, licking and sucking at the entrance. Moans and pleads filled the air and his Alpha was all too happy to give his mate relief. He entered smoothly because of the slick and it wasn't too long before his Alpha was going at a powerful pace.

The nest rocked and Adam whimpered in pleasure, a puddle of drool gathering under him.

"I should have known that you were an Omega. A pretty little lamb like you could only be something so beautiful."

Adam whimpered when he felt his Alpha's knot getting caught ever so slightly.

"I can't wait to fill you up with my seed. Soon, you'll be so pregnant that you won't be able to walk right. Of course, I'll help my Omega."

Adam was so close, claws digging into sheets and tearing into the bedding and nest.

Adam screamed a high and needy pitch as he came while his Alpha growled at the sound before plugging him completely. A bite to the neck made tears roll down his cheeks and Adam smiled when he felt the powerful seed enter his womb, feeling happy and full.

"You're tits would be so full of milk. Their so big now. Do you think they'll get bigger? Do you think that milk will leak out? I would lick them away then. Wouldn't waste a single drop."

His Alpha hugged him close, rubbing his stomach and tweaking his nipples until Adam fell asleep.

Lucifer watched as his Omega passed out from the intensity of his orgasm. He rubbed his scent all over the new mark and smiled. He smelled like the earth before a rainstorm. He couldn't wait to spoil his little lamb.

[asuyaka]

Hiii, it's kind of a weird request so I totally understand if you ignore

Would you mind writing fluff with some comfort for Dazai with a trans male reader (ftm), when the reader is very transphobic (only) towards himself, because he doesn't want to be this way cause it's not something 'socially accepted?' the reader is rather chameleonic n generally cares a lot about how he's seen and if he fits in, going as far to change his whole way of acting based on who he's talking with or when he can't mirror someone's personality putting on a charismatic, playful, talkative facade. (Basically a social3 in detail but not manipulative if u know that term) because of his desire to climb social ladder and massive fear of lacking social acceptance, he tries to gaslight himself into thinking he's cisgender most of the time, which only makes him feel worse?? The 'all I want you to do is give me all of your love&applause and for return I'll be whoever you want me to be' type of performer.

Sorry for being picky but please don't write the reader as a submissive scared little thing that can't be assertive at all I hate that in comforts I beg u

★ - this hits so close t'home cause 've always struggled with my gender identity n'stuff then I realized there's a buncha labels, too many f'me to care about ! *^__^*

☆ - Dazai Osamu x FtM Reader!

♡ - really hope I wrote him well f'ya anon ! O(∩_∩)O | CW: copious amounts of misgenderin' (she/her & terms like 'girlfriend are used for the first half, please be warned !!) & transphobic language !

[Name] looked at his her the outfit in the mirror, a black body con dress with a slit that ran up [Name]'s thigh.

The longer [Name] stared at the reflection the more an urge to throw up formed. Dazai would be the door for their date, and every dress [Name] tried didn't sit right.

They were either too tight, not tight enough, too short, too long, or too boxy— the point was nothing worked.

It didn't matter if [Name] put on a skirt or a crop top, they made everything feel worse to the point [Name] wanted to call the date off, but that would make her a bad girlfriend, and she wanted to be good.

The doorbell rang. "Babe? You haven't answered your phone, are you okay?"

[Name] groaned and opened the door. Dazai glanced over her outfit with wide eyes. "Wow. Uh, nice dress, but what's the occasion?"

[Name]'s eyebrow raised. "What do you mean? I always wear dresses."

Dazai walked into [Name]'s apartment and plopped onto the couch. "No, you don't. You told me you hate dresses and skin-tight clothes."

She glared at her boyfriend, a deep frown on her face before scoffing. "Okay, well, I like them now. Girls like dresses anyway."

The brunette paused his actions and stared. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

[Name] rolled her eyes. "What did I say?"

"You're joking, right? You aren't a girl— I asked you out because you're a man, and I wanted a boyfriend."

Boyfriend.

The title made [Name]'s heart well, like a warm blanket draped over her body. It didn't cause that sick, gut-wrenching feeling like 'girlfriend' but they weren't a boy.

They couldn't be a boy.

[Name] gulped thickly. "...I'm not a tranny, Dazai. What would my coworkers think? My parents? I can't— I was born a girl, Dazai, I shouldn't... feel this way."

Osamu gently holds [Name]'s hands. "Baby, what are you talking about? You've always been my boyfriend, you being born a woman doesn't change that."

"But I... it's— Osamu, it's not right. If I act too masculine, I could lose my job and have my neighbors hate me, but I fucking hate having to act like somethin' I'm not." [Name] sniveled, wiping his cheeks at tears that began to form.

Dazai guided his boyfriend to the couch and cupped his cheek. "You shouldn't have to change yourself to make other people happy. You're my boyfriend, the only boy in the world I've genuinely loved, and I don't want to see you destroy yourself for the better of someone else—people who don't even know you."

"If you lose your job for being you, then you could work with me. I'm sure Boss wouldn't mind having a new employee."

With a gentle kiss, Osamu chuckled. "And I'd finally get some work done so I can relax with my perfect boyfriend in the world."

[Name] sniffed as his boyfriend pressed another kiss on his wet cheek. "...is it 'cause you're lazy?"

"Eh... not lazy, just... working smarter and not harder!"

"Not working at all doesn't count, Osamu."

Dramatically, Dazai held a hand to his chest and rolled on the floor. "Woe is me! My boyfriend keeps bullying me even after I call him perfect! What do I do?"

He lightly laughed and placed a soft hand on Osamu's hair. "Maybe take him on a date?"

The brunette immediately sat on his knees with sparkles in his eyes. "He still wants to go with me?"

[Name] kissed Dazai's forehead and smiled. Even with the thoughts swirling in his head, Osamu always had a way to make him feel better. "He'd be delighted to go on a date with you."

[npookie0]

Silliest Binder Searching

An assassin finds their boyfriend fighting his inner demons - gender dysphoria. Like a good partner, she steps in to show support.

Misaki x ftm reader, supporting you through gender dysphoria in a more whimsy way, comfort fic, trans masc/male reader

Words:

Cws: Killer Chat! spoilers for Misaki's route, gender dysphoria (very self indulgent)

You recently came out to your closest friends and your partner, all of them serial killers on a serial killer server you were (un)lucky enough to join. All of them were supportive, especially Misaki.

They sent you a whole essay in a voice message form about how proud they are. They even made a little party just for the two of you with cake and confetti. You had lots of fun and you never felt so seen, loved and, most important of all, accepted. The amount of love you've received was shocking, you couldn't possibly expect just how accepting all the serials are.

Unfortunately, now all people in your life were like that.

You were sitting on Misaki's bed, phone in your phone and your thumb hovering over the 'call' button. You were looking at your mother's number.

For the longest time you felt the urge to come out to her, tell her that you're her son. Tell her your new name and everything that comes with being trans. But... but you knew you couldn't.

Not now. Not when you're not even passing or taking hormones. Not when you don't see yourself as manly enough.

"Babe! I'm back!" Misaki shouted when they entered your house, closing the door with a loud thud and made their way to your room very loudly.

"Hey writer baby, how are y-!" They paused when they saw you.

Sitting on your bed, looking at the phone in front of you with glassy eyes and hugging your knees tightly to your chest. You looked like you were in physical pain, tear stains on your cheeks, nails digging into your skin painfully.

You didn't even look up. Lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts. You were scared. Scared of your family and coworkers finding out too early. Scared of being wrong. Scared of never being able to transition fully. Just scared of everything that came with being you.

"Hey, hey! Talk to me, baby, please talk to me." Misaki was in front of you, squeezing your knees and trying to grab your attention.

You looked at them. At first you didn't move, but then, with a quiet sob, you pulled them into a hug. Crying into their shoulder. Misaki held you, wrapped her arms around you and refused to let go even for a second. She cradled you, gently rocked you from side to side.

"It's okay, let it out, yeah?" They whispered.

You two sat there like that for some time. You needed this. Needed to let all the emotions you kept locked away out.

"Feeling any better?" The assassin asked, leaning back and cupping your face with their hands.

You nodded your head slowly. "Y...yeah I think so." You said, your voice weak strained from all the crying.

"Alright, let's go to the kitchen and get you some water." With Misaki's help you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen while holding hands.

They placed the glass of water in front of you. "Wanna talk 'bout it, pretty boy?" They asked.

You accepted the water and thanked for it. You froze at the question, you knew that they'd ask about it, but it still came as unexpected.

"Yeah, I guess." You sighed. "It's the dysphoria I think and... my family. I keep thinking about how I'll never look the way I wanna, how my chest will always be a problem, because surgeries are expensive as fuck..." You paused and then looked away. "I feel the urge to come out to my family, but I know how they'll react. I don't get why my brain wants me to do it so badly, it's frustrating and only making me more anxious about this whole mess." You leaned back in the chair, your gaze fixed on Misaki.

They didn't answer for a second, not because she thought about her words, no, she needed to process what you said. "Hey, y'know, maybe we can't get you a surgery now, but we can get you a binder. And for your family? I get it. I really do, this stuff is scary as fuck and you don't owe anyone coming out, you can just not tell someone if you're scared or don't want to. It's not anyone's business." They said and ruffled your hair. "As for you not looking how you want to. It will take you some time, yeah, but you'll get there. And I'll be your loudest supporter on the way!"

You smiled at their words. Their support meant a lot to you, it made you feel warm throughout your whole body and made you hopeful. Hopeful that you really will reach the point of looking at yourself and being happy with that you see.

"A binder huh?" The thought didn't cross your mind before, you were too focused on how your life might change and what impact this will hold on your well being.

Maybe it's not a bad idea.

"Yeah! There are also tapes but I think that a binder is better. It's easier to wear and, well, you don't really need to restack it so often." Misaki explained. "We call look for a binder, I know some cool stores that won't make your wallet empty."

"Oh, yeah that would be nice, thanks Misaki." You smiled, almost tearing up because of how happy this simple thing made you feel.

"Nah, don't mention it. Anything for my handsome man." She stuck out her tongue.

Now, you two were sitting in your living room, your laptop on Misaki's lap as they scrolled through a bunch of stores. The binders they showed you were very... original.

"Oh! Who wouldn't want a Hatsune Miku binder?" They asked and showed you the binder. It was a black simple binder with chibi Hatsune Miku pattern all over it.

"Oh my god, I'm in tears!" You busted out laughing when you saw the piece of clothing. "This is just so beautiful!"

"I know right! But wait, it's not the best!" They scrolled lower for a while until they clicked on another one. This one was white with a whole tie-dye rainbow all over it and a text saying 'I'M SO DIY!'

You literally teared up when you saw it. "Whoever made this deserves a noble, this is really a sight for sore eyes." You wiped a tear from your eye.

"Yeah? Maybe we should take it?" Misaki asked, mischief in their eyes.

"Misaki I will divorce you the second you put that thing in my cart."

"But we're not even married?!"

"i will divorce you regardless." You said and pinched their cheek.

"Awh, you're no fun!" They pouted. "Fine! But we take the Miku one."

You sighed. "Alright, I'll wear a Hatsune Miku binder, but take a plain one too, I'd rather not go out with that... masterpiece everywhere."

Misaki giggled. "Sureee, I can find a skin toned one."

"Thanks Misaki, I really mean it. Without you it would be much harder." You said, leaning your head on their shoulder.

"Don't mention it. You'd do it for me too." They kissed the top of your head. "And I don't want you to go through this alone, it's really messy as hell." They sounded sad, like they were reminded of something unpleasant.

"Hey. You're not alone either, I'm here for you."

They chuckled. "Thanks, I'm uh... glad to hear it. Really."

Maybe all you two needed was someone to listen and understand. And mayhaps be a little silly from time to time.

Hiii! This is the last one of li's x ftm reader (if someone asks I can do a FeliLuca x ftm!reader or Vinhua AND ftm!reader (parent Vinhua is my favourite Vinhua <3)

That's all for now

Bye lovelies

Nate <3

[miizuzu]

Barista Gojo, who doesn’t like the bitter taste of coffee, is working in a coffee shop because his friend had convinced him to work together to make some quick cash. (Not that he needed the money.)

Barista Gojo gets bored at work easily, making the same boring drinks over and over, hoping something would catch his eyes and have some entertainment.

Barista Gojo’s eyes shine in amusement when a mobile order comes through. The sugar level of this order was on par with what he normally likes in his drinks. He makes the order excitedly, waiting to see who had the same sweet tooth as him.

Barista Gojo watches as you walk in the door to grab your order, your eyes staying on your cell phone before reaching the counter. You said a quick ‘Thanks’ after grabbing the cup with your name on it and left.

Barista Gojo fell for you since that day, waiting patiently everyday for your order to come in. It would always be around the same time, the same drink, same amount of sweetness, and the same short ‘thanks’ when you pick up.

Barista Gojo was feeling upset when your order didn't show up on the mobile orders. He checked the time and wondered what happened to you, only for you to walk into the shop 10 minutes later, without your cell phone.

Barista Gojo watches as you stand in line. He shoves his friend away from the register when you finally get to the counter, wanting to take your order and hear your voice say something other than your ‘thanks’.

Barista Gojo could hardly concentrate when you smiled sweetly at him, giving him your order which he had memorized by heart. You were embarrassed for ordering it out loud, people giving you disgusted looks when they hear the amount of sweetness you ordered.

Barista Gojo tells you he likes his coffee the same way which got you to smile even brighter at him. He could feel his legs giving out, blood rushing south as your beautiful smile seemed so bright he almost had to turn away.

Barista Gojo keeps chatting with you while preparing your drink, stating he never gets a chance tell you about liking the same thing you do since you were always on the phone. You explain that you left your phone at home and was usually too embarrassed to order out loud, opting to order on the mobile app.

Barista Gojo insists you should let him take your order from now on, it's rare to find someone with the same taste.

Barista Gojo secretly writes his name and number on the cup hoping you would contact him. He really wants to get to know you more.

Barista Gojo couldn't wait for you to call him, which you never did. He was worried he was too forward and scared you off.

Barista Gojo feels relieved when you show up the next day asking him to make your order. He asked about the phone number and you apologized, saying you didn't noticed

Barista Gojo couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming when you handed him your number, written on a piece of napkin. “Feel free to text whenever.” You sweetly waved at him before taking your leave.

Barista Gojo quickly runs to the bathroom, instantly storing your contact information into his phone. He got hard from just the thought of calling you and listening to your voice.

Barista Gojo had to quickly rub one out because he couldn't get the thought of you out of his mind. Moaning and whimpering your name as he stroked himself.

Barista Gojo cums to the thought of you taking his cock, even imagine you saying ‘thanks’ after cumming inside of you. Great, he is hard again.

Barista Gojo had to leave early because he couldn't focus on work anymore. He got home and texted you right away, you replied and the 2 of you texted the rest of the night.

Barista Gojo decided he would ask you out the next morning when you went into the coffee shop. Will you accept his feelings? He can't wait to see you again.

I'm someone who needs a lot of sugar in my drinks so I kinda relate to this. 🫣

[aishangotome]

[Nokto] Love's Cleaning Time - Part 4

Part 3

Just before our lips could touch, I lightly grasped Nokto's shoulder as if to stop him.

Emma: I... have one thing I want to confirm.

Nokto: About the payback I'm about to give you?

Emma: No, it's not that!?

Emma: Nokto, when you were choosing the books, did you actually read them carefully?

Nokto: ...Why do you think that?

Emma: Because the way the stories ended, absolutely everything was to my liking.

Emma: Even when I didn't know who the sender was, I thought you must have carefully read them before choosing them.

Emma: So, if that's really true, I'd be very happy.

(Especially since when we first met, Nokto didn't show any interest when I gave him books...)

With overflowing affection, I cupped Nokto's cheeks in my hands, and he slightly averted his gaze.

Nokto: It's not that big of a deal, really.

Nokto: More importantly, you seem like you really want to be made to cry today, huh?

Emma: Wh-Why would you say that?

Faster than I could answer, Nokto unbuttoned my blouse with his other hand.

As soon as he buried his face near my collarbone, he traced the emerging lines with his tongue with a tantalizing amount of pressure, and a gasp escaped my lips.

Emma: Wait, Nokto, let me thank you.

Nokto: Now? How dutiful of you. Well, if you're going to work hard for my sake, I'll gladly accept it.

Nokto: Alright then, I'll change the payback to you thanking me.

Emma: Eh? That's not what I meant by thanking you...

His hands, cold as they were, trailed across my skin as he continued to undress me, and my body heated up from the inside with every touch.

I couldn't deny the ache of anticipation for what was to come, and I couldn't stop Nokto's hands.

Emma: At least close the window... It's embarrassing to be heard outside.

Nokto: It's fine. As long as you can hold back from making any noise, that is.

Emma: If the windows in the nearby rooms are open, they'll definitely hear me even if I try to hold back.

(Besides, if Nokto touches me, there's no way I can hold back my voice.)

Nokto: Hehe, I can see right through you.

Emma: Ah, Nokto…Nn!

Nokto wrapped his hands around my exposed breasts and lightly rubbed the tips.

Just that much sends a melting sensation through my body, making me want to accept Nokto.

As if to keep me from writhing, he sucked on my hardened peaks.

Emma: Nn...But we were in the middle of talking and cleaning...!

Nokto: Those books...

Nokto: They were your favorites that you kept close at hand all this time, and yet it's okay to move them to the study?

Nokto: You said they "encouraged you," didn't you?

Nokto: Well, I suppose I can understand if you say you've become strong enough not to need them anymore.

Emma: It's because they're my favorites.

Emma: Because they're important, I want to keep them in an important place. Especially if they're something Nokto gave me.

Emma: Reading my favorite books in a place where I can feel Nokto close by... that would be a very happy thing, wouldn't it?

Nokto: Not a bad answer. You really know how to handle me, don't you?

After narrowing his eyes in a somewhat pleased manner, he pressed his lips against mine.

It gradually turned into a kiss that stole each other's breath, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly took on the air of night.

He rolled my nipples teasingly, and I couldn't help but arch my back.

Nokto: Come on, aren't you going to thank me? Hurry up and take my clothes off too.

He whispered between kisses, and as if invited, I reached for Nokto's clothes.

Even as I took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, the stimulation didn't stop, and sweet moans escaped my lips.

Nokto: You're getting louder. Someone might really hear you, you know?

Emma: Nn, close the window, Nokto.

Nokto: No.

Emma: Ahh!

He pinched the place that had become completely swollen, and the voice I had been holding back was released without a fight.

Contrary to the embarrassment that might have leaked outside, there was a sensation of honey overflowing from between my legs all at once.

Nokto: Your face is getting more and more indecent. Come on, let yourself go wild.

His long fingers captured the wetness between my legs.

Just the gliding of his fingers caused the sound of water to echo, and my hips twitched as if riding waves.

Emma: Nokto, wait, ah...

Nokto: You know full well that I'm not the kind of man who waits when told to wait at a time like this, don't you?

Emma: Nnnnhh...!

I couldn't suppress the rushing heat, and I climaxed while letting out lewd moans.

As my thoughts were melting away with shame and pleasure, Nokto whispered in my ear.

Nokto: Oh dear, what are you going to do, melting before you can even thank me? What about me?

Emma: What about you...? You never give me the chance...Nn!

Nokto: That's true, too. Well then, it's your turn now.

Nokto lifted me up and sat me on his lap.

His eyes, though seductive, were filled with a burning desire for me, and the depths of my stomach ached again as if anticipating the next sweet wave.

(I want to drown in Nokto like this, to the point where I can't think of anything else.)

(But there's one thing I want to say.)

Emma: Nokto.

Nokto: Yes?

Emma: Thank you. For giving me those books back then.

Nokto: You're welcome. Though, it was quite a while ago.

Nokto: ...It makes me happy to be thanked with words like this.

Emma: Nokto?

Nokto: It's nothing. Come on, I've received your words, so now please thank me with your body?

As he whispered, I surrendered my body to Nokto and was swallowed by waves of heat over and over again---

-

Emma: I didn't finish cleaning...

Still feeling the lingering warmth in my body, I collapsed face-first onto the bed.

Nokto hummed a tune as he stroked my head.

Nokto: Isn't it an exaggeration to say you didn't finish?

Emma: But I wanted to move those books Nokto gave me––Nn!

Suddenly, a kiss landed on my lips, and he quickly pulled away.

Emma: What was that all of a sudden?

Nokto: You were cute, so I couldn't help myself.

(When I bring up the books, I feel like he's trying to change the subject.)

(Maybe he's a little embarrassed after all. ...Cute.)

My cheeks naturally loosen with a sudden surge of affection.

Then, Nokto's expression changes to a suggestive smile.

Nokto: Do you realize you're making a bad face with that goofy grin?

Emma: That's Nokto, not me...Ah, no, I, anymore...!

Nokto: I can't hear you.

Emma: You can hear me!?

While I try to stop Nokto, who has started tracing my waist again, the joy of being wanted wells up inside me.

(When we first started dating, there were times when it was hard to see Nokto's true feelings.)

(To think that he chose and sent me those books...he must have had deep affection for me in his own way.)

(To think that even after all this time, I can still feel those feelings...)

(I've always loved you, Nokto, from then and now.)

Held in Nokto's embrace as he leaned over me, I firmly confirmed my unchanging feelings.

.

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FIN

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[mommangomom]

admit it

~pairing: beidou x fem!reader ~cw: suggestive

content: beidou noticed you were being extremely friendly to the traveler, who you had just met a few days ago

The Traveler had a domino effect with the people she met since she was always helpful, kind, and just an overall good person, and you were no different. You spent the whole last few days at Liyue with her after doing commission with her days prior. Considering your out of the blue burst of good moods, of course your girlfriend Beidou noticed.

It was late at night when you arrived at the Crux ship. Everyone was practically ready for departure and only needed to wait until the break of dawn until setting sail. But in contrast to everyone else who was full of energy, you were slumped backwards with the amount of quest-ing you and the Travelers did. You made your way to Beidou's room to catch your much needed rest.

You opened the door smoothly thinking the captain must be outside aiding with the departure of the ship. So it was only reasonable to be shocked when she was instead sitting on her desk with her legs and arms crossed, glaring at you.

"You were gone for quite some time Y/n.." She said.

Maybe it was because of your exhaustion, but you couldn't notice her concerned tone, so you didn't think much of it and responded normally. "Well I was out with the Traveler the entire night, I'm exhausted." You yawned.

She scoffed, which was when you finally noticed her foul mood. "Traveler this, traveler that - You've been awfully close with that girl the past few days haven't you?" She questioned as she stood up and began walking closer.

It was clear to you she was acting on jealousy, and as angry as she looked, frankly it was adorable. You stood in your place. "I mean we've been partnered for commissions a lot... I wouldn't be surprised to pair up with her again next time we see each other." You told her with a smirk which only ticked her off more.

By now she was right in front of you. She towered over you by a couple inches so you had to tilt your head up just to reach her eyes.

"Tch, you really know how to get on my nerves Y/n."

You tilted your head, still keeping that taunting smirk. "I'm simply responding, 'Captain', what do you want me to do?"

All of a sudden you felt her hand cup your waist and pull you in, making you flinch and let out a quick yelp. Just hearing your voice began to influence Beidou in more ways than one. "Tell me how you truly feel about her, that Traveler."

Out of everything, you weren't expecting that. "Wh-"

"Come on.. just admit it, with how much you've been spending time with her, you must feel something with her right?" She whispered in a seductive tone that only made your ears burn red and your stomach churn.

Although it might anger her a little, you still wanted to continue the tease. "..Do you really want to know how I feel about her?" You asked, making Beidou's eyes bolden.

She hmphed. "The floor's yours."

Her face was inches away from yours you could practically feel her breath on the bridge of your nose. As a response you instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck and tugged. "That girl.. she'd never compare to you, Beidou, obviously, because you're the one I hold dearest."

Her cheeks grew a light shade of red and you heard the quiet gulp she took - to think the renowned captain of the Crux had such a flustered side to her - the thought of others ever finding out made you chuckle, but also, you wanted to be the only person to see it.

"What am I gonna do with you.."

Almost immediately after, her head tilt and she leaned fully into you for a kiss, and you gladly accepted it while reciprocating the same energy. It lasted seconds straight until you could no longer breathe and you broke off sending a small string of saliva across your lips. You both now were in complete heat over something so frivolous, not that the two of you minded.

Before she was about to lean in again, you frantically placed your hand on her chest. "Wait, what about the ship, don't you have to sail it out?" You asked, still out of breath.

"It's fine, I asked Kazuha to handle this one."

From there, the two of you went all out. To be honest, you weren't entirely sure how it got to this point, all you did was catch onto the wave and moved with the current. But in the end it was safe to say that you were no longer exhausted, seeing as you suddenly had all the energy in the world.

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 26

Two months. Not weeks. Two awful long months passed since Katakuri left. But what pained her the most was the lack of information about his location. No one could tell her, if he was okay. If he was already on his way back. This clueless situation was making her crazy.

"No news (Y/N). Trust him. He will soon come back. Its a long route after all… ", Oven spoke calmly and felt pity for the saddened woman before him, who just nodded shortly and left his room.

Again she walked back to her workplace with this terrible feeling inside her stomach. A few more days and he would be gone for another week. Exhausted (Y/N) let herself fall onto a chair. Just 5 minutes to rest. Since she started her work at whole cake, she was baking early at the morning till late at night. Sometimes she fell asleep at the kitchen table, but Oven took her to bring her back to her room.

"(Y/N) - san.. Here a hot chocolate.", Pudding came to her side and placed a hot cup beside her. Smiling she nodded gratefully.

"I know it's hard, but my brother sure is doing fine. He is a sweet general after all.", she spoke happily and tried her best to lighten her mood. Pudding could see how exhausted Katakuri's wife was. The lack of sleep, combined with the amount of orders she had to bake, was getting rough. But she knew that the main cause was her fear to lose Katakuri.

"I don't know Pudding… Something's off. Or is it just my mind playing tricks…", (Y/N) spoke with a bitter smile. Getting up she tied her cooking apron around her small form and dusted some flour off.

"We have much work… Streussen needs help with rebuilding the chateau.", she added emotionless and started to prepare her workplace. Pudding sighed deeply and put on her chef hat.

"Thank god Mama left to Wano. So we have more time left.", she spoke relieved and helped with the dough. (Y/N) nodded happily. That was the only thing of the past few days, which let her mood light up a bit. Big mom couldn't accept the fact that the straw hats destroyed her tea party. Her really important tea party. Getting in contact with Kaido, the ruler of the Wano Lands, she offered him an alliance against the straw hats. This lead her to leave whole cake and gave (Y/N) more freedom to get things finished in her way.

Taking the cream from Pudding's hands she watched the crimson color bitterly.

"You won't give me some rest Katakuri… What are you doing right now?..", she thought with a small smile.

xxx

On the other side, far away, across the sea, Katakuri finally stepped onto the mysterious island,which he desperately was looking for. First he wasn't sure, if this map was really trustworthy, because of the simple directions and missing islands on the way, but now feeling the soft sand under his boots, he felt relieved. It was a calm and quiet place, nothing compared to the rough travel with his ship. Giving his surroundings a close look, he didn't sense any enemies. It was really hot and in a way he felt his body slow down a bit. The island was rather small and thick of vegetation. Mostly bushes with large torns were getting in his way. Annoyed he used his spear to get rid of the plants to get deeper into the wood. The place seemed completely untouched by humans, which let him get quite suspicious. A calm island on the route of the Grand Line sure had to be a favorite spot for survivors. Plus there wasn't a single sound of any birds or other animals. There was something he couldn't really tell and his observation haki only showed him darkness. Stopping before a cave, which literally screamed to be the hot spot of something dangerous, he entered it without any hesitation. If there was something evil lurking around he sure would beat it to a pulp. If it really dares to attack him. Using his observation haki again he only found hinself like before in darkness. Irritated he shook the strange feeling off and went on to finally get the treasure. With every minute he got deeper and deeper into the darkness. Luckily he brought a torch with him. After he used some stones to lighten up his tool, he was met with a dead end. The walls glittered with a strange powder and the next moment, Katakuri felt his whole body ingulfed in it. Touching the wall to have a closer look, he suddenly felt weak. Realization hit him too late, after hearing footsteps behind him. Balling his fists in anger he could feel how his devil fruit powers left him.

"Seastone…. These bastards.", he growled pissed and got into a fighting stance. The next moment he was surrounded by 100th of marines who pointed their guns into his direction.

"It's Katakuri Charlotte of the Big mom pirates!", they whispered shocked, but still kept their position.

"Out of my way!", he spoke coldly and slashed with his spear through the group of marines. Every muscle pained like hell, but even if he lost his powers, he would kill one after another. The cave trembled of his anger and powerful punches and soon the group of marines flew out of the cave.

"Seems that we got a feisty one here.", a higher ranked marine stepped before the cave and pointed his rifle into the darkness.

"Leutnand Zotto you are shaking again."

"I am not!", he hissed back pissed and tried to stay as cool as possible, but after he was met with angered crimson eyes, he knew all too well that things would get rough.

"It's Katakuri Charlotte!!", his subordinates cried in fear while the sweet general stepped out of the cave covered in their blood. Breathing heavily he knew that his body would give up soon, but never would he let himself get arrested by these scum.

"Get the snail transponder. Call Vice Admiral Momonga for support!", he shouted to the others while Katakuri grabbed the end of his weapon, which pointed to his heart.

"What's the matter? Aren't you gonna to shot me already?", his deep voice let Leutnant Zotto got pale while his shaken fingers tried to pull the trigger.

Suddenly Katakuri felt a sudden pain on his neck. Cursing he fell down to the ground and couldn't move.

"Wow I expected many scenarios, but that out of all the Charlottes, the almighty Katakuri would come for this so called treasure is really a surprise. What a splendid catch.", a feminine voice appeared and soon Stussy made her way towards Leutnant Zotto. Shaken he fell on his butt before the growling pirate.

" Don't worry Leutnant. I shot him with a poisoned needle. Combined with the seas tone powder he won't be able to move an inch.", she explained and watched the relieved marine amused.

"I told you that this investion wouldn't be a waste of money. This powder is wonderful. And to get this map under the presents at Pudding's wedding was ridiculous easy and then you just have to wait and be on guard here on this prepared island.", she spoke happily and thought of all the things she would be able to buy now.

" Yeah great… Do you know how exhausting it was to hide here. On top boring like hell. For you it was a piece of cake.. ", the man got up and gave the giant warrior an uneasy look.

"But think of the news. Leutnant Zotto captured the man with the highest bounty. Katakuri Charlotte.", she smirked devilishly and slung an arm around his shoulder. The man felt a shiver ran down his spine and got red as a tomato. It really was a honor and thank god their plan was successful. It took them days to get the seastone powder everywhere.

Kneeling down beside Katakuri, he gave her an angered look. "I swear I will kill you..", he hissed exhausted. Chuckling she brushed some sweat off of his forehead.

"Your fate was already settled after your first step on this island. The powder is everywhere. On the sand, the trees, on every single stone. Hell I think it's also in the air. Even your haki didn't work right and so you slowly fell into our trap without noticing. Don't waste your hatred on me. Soon you will face much more hated people… ", she spoke amused and got back up.

" Cuff his hands and get him onto the ship. Update Vice Admiral Momonga."

Katakuri struggled and tried to move as much as he could, but he knew all too well that there wasn't a way out now. His hands were cuffed with sea stones as well, which pushed his weak state even more.

How could he be so stupid. He was so focused on this treasure. Just to get as quickly as possible back home and now? Desperate he thought about (Y/N). He sure wasn't able to see her ever  again and it broke his heart.

"Damn it.."

He could only imagine her shocked and devasted look after reading the news of his upcoming execution.

"I broke my promise…"

On the other side (Y/N) sat down onto her bed. With shaken fingers she held the piece of paper in her hands, the only thing which connected her with him and watched the burning end in horror. She didn't need to wait for any news. This sign was already giving her enough information that her husband was in trouble.

In deadly trouble.

She was right so damn right that something was off. Cursing under her breath she broke down onto the floor while crying desperately. Helpless and heartbroken she thought about what to do. Every idea seemed ridiculous. On top she didn't know exactly where to start.

"How? How I am able to find you?", she whispered exhausted.

Taking his vivre card in her hands, she could see that the burning stopped. Tears rolled down her face of relief. As long as the paper was still intact, he was alive. Frustrated she hugged the precious item tightly and blacked out of exhaustion. She couldn't endure this fear any longer, the hard work, the stress and the unknown before her.

"Will I be able to see you again.." was her last thought before the darkness took over.

[emeraldtied]

➤ Take A Look | Accepting (slowly)

↳ @ofteaandmagic asked: For Mina: send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

{➹} – SHE WAS SURPRISED TO see the hedgehog only just waking up when she got out of the shower, still in bed but sitting up when she exited the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom again, towelling off her hair. She noticed with no small amount of humor the look that came over his face when he saw her, that tired almost dishevelled look coupled with surprise. But, unlike her original thought, his words dispelled her suspicion that it was because he wasn't expecting to see her in just a towel that morning.

"You're...still here?"

She laughed, giving him a look settled between amused and prying. It wasn't that weird she had stayed over. Not in her mind, though she did have to remind herself that the hedgehog was a little different when it came to certain expectations, but in a cute way. "Yeah? Something wrong with that?"

"No, just...one more thing I didn't expect, I guess," he admitted, somewhat sheepishly but his smile was almost appreciative. He had plenty to thank her for, but he had a feeling saying as much might just get him laughed at. He was still very much out of his element here. "I'll have t' add it t' the list."

"Then you'll probably be super surprised we'd usually do breakfast too. Unfortunately, I have a sound check to get too, and I'm already running a little late. If you can call it that, not like they can do anything without me," she smirked, that air of confidence about her still managing to throw the hero for a loop and it showed. It only made her smiled more as she started gathering up her clothes, stopping only to sit on the edge of the bed to take one of his hands and give it a gentle squeeze when she was done. "We should do this again sometime though."

She had to hold back actual laughter as he blinked, utterly puzzled. "What do you mean...?"

"You know exactly what I mean. Even you're not that dense, Blue." Though she had to wonder how true that was when he kept staring at her like that. Rolling her eyes, the mongoose gently cupped one of the hedgehog's cheeks, forcing him to look at her, to hear the sincerity in her voice. "I liked spending time with you. And I don't just mean...you know. I liked talking to you, getting to know you. Plus you're not a terrible listener either and that's pretty hard to find."

"Mina..." Sonic's voice trailed off but his expression had morphed to something almost wistful as he raised a hand to cover hers in turn. He did know what she was getting at now, which was made this next part harder. Chaos, he had never had to do this before. Not like this. "I liked it too, I don't think I've talked t' anyone like that, well...ever. But...I can't. An' it has nothing t' do with you, 's...everything else."

It sounded bad, and he hated that. He could only hope she knew what he was getting at too, that what he was saying had nothing to do with what they did or even her. It truly was him, his life. The monumental plight that he lived each and every day, one that showed no signs of stopping. A perpetual Hell.

Sonic gave her hand a squeeze, a bit of desperation in his eyes that even he didn't comprehend. He couldn't drag someone else into this. He just couldn't. "I can't bring you int' this. You don't deserve that, not when you have the beginnings of your career ahead of you an' a ton of better options that don't involve you either being half scared t' death or wondering how you're going t' stop the next robot army from levelling a city without dying."

For a moment, she said nothing, unsure of what to say before she defaulted to what was supposed to be humor, but it didn't quite come out that way in her consternation. "You make it sound so glamorous..."

"'S not." His voice cut across firmly, and that made Mina frown as the enormity hit her. It was just like last night, that look in his eyes, that turmoil, was too real. He was terrified, but not for himself. It would have been touching in a way if it hadn't been so painful. "It's really not. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, especially someone like you. I...can't even say I'll ever be ready so 'm not going t' give you that hope. But I...I do appreciate it."

The mongoose remained quiet, but he could see that what he said had struck a chord with her. Sonic could only hope she didn't take any of the last few hours as a bad thing. He wasn't that kind of guy, but he couldn't start something he knew he likely wouldn't around to finish, or even truly enjoy. It wasn't fair, not to her.

And, in truth, part of her did understand but the young singer's mind had trailed off in a completely different direction. She couldn't get over that look, the fear. Couldn't get over how the hedgehog in front of her was only shy of a year older than her, that they were the same age and lead vastly different lives. Not once had she ever had to fear for her life, not once did the mongoose end up maimed in a hospital, never had to fight for her life. Never had to worry her actions could be life or death for someone else.

But Sonic did. Every damn day.

All Mina wanted was for her music to have meaning, to speak her mind and not give a rat's ass what other's thought. She wanted to uplift and empower without censoring herself, to make a difference doing what she did best. She couldn't fight, and she would respect his choice in not starting something at what had to be the worst possible time for him, but there was something else she could do.

She had a voice, one people would listen to. And she was sure as hell going to use it. She would always use it to help those who couldn't speak for themselves, people who were undermined and taken for granted. People like Sonic.

[extasiswings]

Omg I know what you mean and agree 1000%. By the time I reached the third book I couldn't care less about Richard's happiness, especially after the humiliating way he spoke to Dom. He doesn't want Dom, because he can't accept the man's desires but at the same time he does seem to want anyone else to want him. Honestly I'm surprised my kindle is still in one piece with the way I gripped whenever Richard said he loved him while treating him like shit.

Luckily, Dom found Silas, who not only treats him with respect and care, but also isn't afraid to tell Richard where to shove it.

Honestly, A Seditious Affair is my favourite of the series, and it's not usually my cup of tea, kink wise, but Charles didn't such a great job of making me care about Dom and Silas (as well as not being too graphic on the sex) that I just fell in love with it.

Exactly…exactly…in A Fashionable Indulgence, Richard is high-handed and obnoxious at points, but to a point where I could be convinced to give him a certain amount of grace with a well-crafted backstory. But once you hit A Seditious Affair and actually see his interactions with Dom in detail and get more of their relationship background…OOF.

And the thing is, once we do find out his backstory, it’s definitely more understandable why he’s uncomfortable with the things Dom is into, but even so, that personal discomfort doesn’t give him license to constantly tell one of his best friends and a man he claims to love that he’s perverse/depraved/disgusting/that there’s something wrong with him. There’s no excuse for that, and if I were in Dom’s shoes, I probably would have told him to go fuck himself ages before the point when they finally have it out at Quex’s over Richard planning to make Silas disappear (which…that scene…everybody cheered). Hearing in Dom’s own words and POV how he basically internalized that and felt ashamed of himself and his own desires for years because the first man he ever loved was so repulsed by them really makes it hard to come back from as a reader and not hold that against Richard forever (and I say this as someone who is a big fan of KJ Charles and appreciates authors writing characters who are very flawed and fuck up in very human ways).

And especially since Dom’s kink (with Silas at any rate) is????? Not even that intense as things go??????? Like it’s clear that Dom previously had a period where he engaged in incredibly unsafe kink (about which Richard was in fairness right to be concerned), but at least with Silas their scenes are so much more mental than physical? Yes, they’ll play rough and he’ll wind up bruised and sore but since Silas won’t touch toys (whips, floggers, etc), their scenes are like…occasionally some light bondage, dirty talk, occasionally some light CNC. The only time Silas ever actually injures him is that (deserved) punch to the face, which is not done in the context of a scene and they don’t have sex afterwards. All things considered, what they’re into isn’t that freaky, Richard is just a grade A prude. (And yet, I really do like David so one must make do…)

Totally agree that A Seditious Affair is the best of the series though. It’s just so good.

[breathenbounce]

Life block

I am truly sorry I didn't get this done on Wednesday. I have been so good about writing these things on Wednesday, but this week has been a tough one. First I didn't even know what I wanted to write about. What great wisdom could I impart on the small amount of people who read this. Then I realized it's not just writer's block I was suffering from, I was in the middle of a life block as well.

Last week somehow I really hurt my hip. So I have taken a week off from doing my usual routine of fitness which included the yoga and I felt like absolute dog shit. In fact this week has brought up so much shit for me, it has been just difficult going through day to day stuff.

I find myself laying on the couch most of the time, watching FB reels, seeing pictures of my family on my phone randomly come up, just feeling totally miserable. You see, BPD sucks. Sometimes you lose your identity, and then you feel like crap. I have been so depressed since 2015 and it has brought some real havoc into my life. One of the worst parts of my depression is it manifests as anger. I also am so afraid of losing people in my life, I don't always tell them how I feel and what they really truly mean to me. I feel like when I do, they run away, and I have seen that happen recently with some people. So I find myself uncomfortable to live in my own skin.

Taking this break has helped me feel better physically buy mentally it has done a number on me. However, I think there's other things going on. I vomited all over my therapist yesterday with all my depressive stuff and then I drove home hoping to feel better. I didn't. I just drove home in silence with the music off. When I got to Algonquin Rd, I did a shuffle with my music, couldn't find one song I wanted to listen to. Truth is I brought much of this shit on myself. However its because I didn't know how to survive with all these mental health conditions I have. I've lashed out, been defensive, blamed others, etc, etc. I have truly been working hard to reinvent and grow, but I don't feel like I am growing.

People tell me I am, however people important to me refuse to talk to me. I started medication in hopes it would help my depression. Lately, it hasn't. I feel weird when I get around people lately. Like I would rather be anywhere else. I went to a slow yoga class yesterday where we did little movement and it was more like meditation. Every time I go somewhere, I feel like people don't like me and think I am weird. I don't want to talk about it because people will then accuse me of trying to get sympathy, or some other bullshit like that.

Usually here on GC and BNB, I try to be positive. Mainly because I want to help others. I hate to see people feel this way that I'm feeling. Lately I feel like I am not helping anyone, most importantly myself. I got certified to teach yoga and no one wants me to teach. People say they want me to but when I show initiative to want to, I'm shut out. I am trying to put together experiences and having difficulty finding places, but then I say to myself, will people actually come? No one cares about the show.

Then my logical mind or wise mind has to come into play and say that it takes time to build a brand. Then I have to ask myself am I doing the best I truly can? Is my depression stonewalling me from reaching a higher level? I think about so many of the sins I have committed in the past and it makes me feel like maybe I don't deserve anything. Maybe I deserve to be alone. Maybe BNB won't help anyone. Maybe I’m just too much for people and I just have to accept that that I’m not anyone’s cup of tea and people just say things to be nice to me and they don’t really mean them.

Yes, I am in a funk, and I hope I can find a way out of it soon. I feel like the hole gets deeper and deeper that I have to crawl out of day by day. However, I still keep crawling out just to fall back in.

I guess I'll keep fighting. I don't know what else to do. Keep fighting too.

Love,

Michael

[asmodeuscouncil]

Warning: This story starts off with a doomed battlefield

A man lies on the battlefield. His side tore open like he had been mistaken for a seal by a shark. His hands were nowhere near the wound as if he was choosing instead to accept his fate. A sad smile on his face as he thinks with his last few minutes of how wonderful it would be to be home. Though this man wasn't the only one. There were people scattered all around this seemingly endless battlefield. Some were trying to stop their bleeding. Some were crying as they thought of their children. Some laughed as if they were finally free. All of them however were unaware that this wouldn't be the last time a war like this would be fought. Though that didn't stop what they did next. As if they all had the same thought the battlefield started to become illuminated.

It was as if the battlefield had become the starry sky above them as from almost every person a ball of light exited from their bodies. Some white, some black, some blue, any color that the human eye could perceive and some that it couldn't. Though it was only like that for a second before every light swelled in size. Soon the entire field disappeared. All that was left was a crater that was soon filled in by water.

A piercing voice then disturbed the quiet somber peace that had descended in the wake of that emotional scene.

“And that class is how the Great Lake Serenity was formed. Thanks to the sacrifice of those that day other than the lake becoming one of the most important water reservoirs. They also successfully warded off… well we can’t find records of what exactly they were warding off. However it is being looked into.” With that said the teacher presses a button and the scene shatters. Our implants all beep as a chorus of different voices announce the end of the fully immersive lesson.

“With that, I wish you all the best in your aptitude tests. I hope all of you get something that will change your lives for the better” With those words almost as if by divine timing the bell rang signifying the first day of whatever comes next. Though that did not concern me much.

“Hey Pensworth! What are you hoping for?” A friendly voice says as if this was a question they asked everyday. Well he does. Mostly because I've not given him a clear answer. I mean how could I? There are too many options and way too many things that I want to be chosen for! I know for certain though that I want to create something.

It has always been a fascination of mine, just the process of creation. Carvers chipping away at the wood to make sculptures. Metal workers taking glowing metal and forming it into rings, silverware, and weaponry. Potters shaping clay into plates, cups, pots, and more. No matter how the process goes or what is being made, it just draws me in.

“As long as I can make something I don't really care what I get.” The same answer I've always given him. Though recently I've been seeing more and more things about Writers that has made me curious as to what it would be like to be one. It is one of the more mysterious things in our society. Just like with our last lesson there are some things that we don't know… or at least our teachers don't teach us. Well at least that's what some of the more paranoid of us think. Truth be told I see where they are coming from but at the same time I don't want to be the one missing if they end up being right. For now I'm more focused on trying to think of how to stop Andrew from bugging me about what I hope I get until we get to the auditorium.

As we walk through the halls with Andrew and I talking as we go. I can't help but notice the amount of people going into the auditorium. It's almost like they’ve pulled every student from the three closest schools to take the aptitude test with us. Thankfully though our auditorium is big enough to handle all of those people with enough room to have a row or two of seats between each school. It honestly made me wonder why they were doing the aptitude tests this way. Soon Andrew, myself, and our entire school filed in. There was some noise from people talking about the other schools being there but that was quickly shut up by the teachers. The same was occurring with the other schools with varying levels of success.

A loud noise of someone clearing their throat echoed across the auditorium. Somehow silencing everyone, no matter what school they came from. It became so silent you could hear a pin drop. In that resulting silence was one sound, slow purposeful steps and the occasional thud of a cane hitting the wood of the auditorium stage. By the time I had turned to look at the person who had walked up on the stage he had already started talking.

“Welcome everyone,I would first like to thank all your teachers for their continued hard work in keeping the next generation ready for their test as well as teaching them what they needed to know. However they sadly won't come with you into the next part of your life as you go from here to wherever your life leads. With that said I will start calling up students from the farthest school and slowly make our way down the list until my own school finishes their test” The person took a pause and in this pause I took a moment to observe them. When I finally did, I immediately knew that it was the principal of our school. I had seen his portrait outside of his office whenever I would go past to get to my classes. His hair of black with stripes of gray, the stern face, the gold handled ebony wood cane and his signature ordinary suit all coming together to a somehow harmonious result that makes everyone look up to him.

It didn't take long before the teachers hoisted the testing apparatus up onto the stage. The large cylinder of steel took four teachers working together to even get it close to the stage so it could be hoisted up by a teacher using the crane installed for it. Its sleek design left all of its contents to the imagination. The only thing on the outside even suggesting there was something inside being the sunken in handle on the side closest to the principal. It made sense as to why the adults had jokingly called it the tube now.

“Now then, in the tube is going to be a series of tests done. Don't worry all you will have to do is stay as still as you can. The machine will do the rest for you. It even cleans itself afterwards to make sure it lives up to the highest standard of cleanliness at all times. But that's besides the point. Since no one here except the teachers know the specifics, I shall explain two things. One, this test will not be like the ones you have been doing in class. Two, the results of this test will have only one thing different for everyone. If there is a question mark, a star, or an exclamation next to the job you are assigned. If you get nothing beside your result, you are to go back to where your school is seated before following your principal or teacher to another room. More will be explained there” The principal looked around the auditorium before he started calling the names of students up so they could take their test. Everyone in attendance kept quiet for the man who was calmly calling their names. After all, who knew if he was able to influence their score and what job they would get. It didn't take long to see how the result would be displayed live as the top half of the tube lit up and showed the person’s name, age, and what job they were assigned in a list. Slowly though as the results were released one by one it seemed as if the principal wasn't getting worried at the amount of marks someone had next to their name as they exited the machine.It seemed as if he was relieved that so many people were coming out with such markings. Especially because it was a person for every 15-20 that went in.

Though that wasn’t what I was thinking at that point in time. I was more focused on my upcoming test and what it would assign me since I had no idea what I want to do myself. I knew I wanted something to do with creating something but I had no idea what exactly. Is that even how the test worked in the first place? Did it take what you wanted to do into account? After all, nobody has really talked about what goes on inside of the testing chamber. For all i know it could just be something jabbed into whoever is taking the test and somehow they get a result off of that. A shiver takes over my body for a moment as I imagine that. Really need to learn how to reign in my brain a bit. Though I was forced to stop worrying about anything else as I heard my name be called up onto the stage.

I don't know if it's because at this point I wasn't fully conscious of my legs walking as my brain was thinking faster and faster as I walked up the stairs and onto the stage or if my brain had just shut off whatever else was going on in my mind. I swear it felt like it took only a second for me to arrive in front of the metal cylinder that would change my life. Oh…how innocently I thought that had meant then. The cylinder opened itself up and I walked in.

The cylinder shut itself behind me after I was fully inside. It was pitch black for a moment before it started slowly brightening up. It wasn't long before i heard a disembodied voice speak to me>

“Welcome to your test! As well as congratulations on your first step into maturity. To start you’ll feel a slight pinch as your implant is checked to make sure it is cleaned and ready for the first half of your test.” AS soon as the machine stopped speaking I did feel a slight pinch but that is probably because I always cleaned my implant. My parents always told me to properly clean it every day since it would make my test easier. Though they didn't tell me much more than that. I always wondered if they just wanted me to be surprised or if they couldnt for some reason. Though I wasn't able to think more about that as the machine spoke once more.

“Proceeding to the first process of your test.” I felt something sticking itself into my implant but it didn't take too long before it left. “First process completed, proceeding to the second process”

Suddenly it felt like everything became sluggish and my own body was far too slow, like years had passed as I brought my hand up to my face. Even the sensation of my cheek in the palm of my hand was running ahead of the motion of me moving my thumb across it. “Second process completed now proceeding to third process. Only one process remains after” With that the machine whirred to life and soon i was standing there like i had just gotten out of the shower. Arms popped out of the walls and started sticking things to my body without much time for me to even process it. Though it's not like I could with how slow my body was responding to my thoughts at the moment as slow as it was.

A cool sensation then started spreading across my body starting from everything the machine had put on me. Even my brain felt like it was being cooled down and forced to calm down as well as slow down. My thoughts that were previously bouncing everywhere were moving towards a new sensation. It was hard to describe. It felt like an ever changing ball of water was suddenly present in the middle of my chest and linked up to something similar in my skull. As fast as the feeling came it went however. The machine’s arms coming back and taking off whatever it had put on my body. It also put on what felt like an exact match of my old clothes.

“Final process initiated. You will now see a series of questions please answer them as quickly and honestly” A screen then popped up in front of my eyes. I won't bore you with telling you what exactly the questions were as even I started to get tired by the end of them. Once I had finished the test the machine once more opened itself up. Before I had even taken my last step out my principal had a look of astonishment on his face as he looked at my results.

Arthur Pensworth. 19. Writer★.

[bisexualnamjoonie]

Yes; exactly, thank you for putting into words what I couldn't express. I was genuinely excited by the solo work of the members but tbh even Jimin's album sounded a little bit flat to me (and NO,it's not because it was more straight than I wanted lol). Even Yoongi disappointed me despite the good songs in his album because his whole tour is so capitalist-coded it's amazing lol. I'm still enjoying the band but it's truly disappointing. So yeah let's wait for the rest of JK album but...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yeah I've talked with a few ppl who didn't like jimins solo that much as well. for myself I've grown to like it progressively, I struggled with the hype around it more than with the album itself (bc it came after the shitshow that were jitb and indigo promo by hybe, it has more to do with the way hybe and armies are favouring maknae line than anything else so it's not on him musically lol) cause at the end of the day Jimin took part in the creative process and even if half the songs weren't my cup of tea musically, i still liked that he tried - u can see and feel he's working on his identity as an artist. im scared jks album won't even have that, or that the songs that are actually a reflexion of his musical identity won't outweight the more seven like songs... we'll see

as for face not being queer enough ive actually been giving an unhealthy amount of thoughts about bts and queerness these past few months 💀 ill try to be brief cuz I could go for ten paragraphs lol, but basically i don't think we can - and should - expect for them to openly state that they are / to come out, for multiple reasons. firstly if they ever do express more clearly their queerness it will be AFTER everyone is done with military service, no matter how many solo stuff they put out in the meantime. they just can't afford to be out with the current korean gov breathing down their necks. secondly they are not western artists and it's important to remember that the notion of coming out is a profoundly western one (no matter your race) and that for a lot of LGBT+ ppl in non-western part of the world it is not something that's necessary / desirable to openly live out your queerness. lastly i think we don't need them to, because we know. they've already shown us, or at least they've never hidden it. the only reason ppl won't accept it is because to be recognise as LGBT+ in the eyes of cisheteronormativity, you HAVE TO explicitly say it otherwise they will refuse to acknowledge it and will impose cisheterosexuality on you - and sometimes not even coming out is enough. like, I said it before, that yoongi has basically come out like four times in their careers already. that ppl refuse to acknowledge it is on them, not him. they've already shown us that at least a few of them are queer in plenty of ways, so as a fellow queer army let me reassure you that they are with us 💓💓💓

as for yoongi and the tour, I won't lengthen this ask even more lmao, as I've already said what I thought about it here and here, but mostly my take is: yes, he is part of the problem, yes it's infuriating, but he's just one pebble amongst all the other rich famous ppl out there, and if at the end of the day his music brings you joy, don't beat yourself up too much abt still staning him (but still remember that it's okay to be critical of them and their actions!)

[felixferitas]

a boyish, gap-toothed grin appears on his face when she swats his arm, his eyes curving up into amused crescents. it hadn't been his intention to make light of something she was passionate about, but felix did like to pull pigtails and play a game of cat and mouse when he was attracted to someone. the chase was half of the fun. "no, it just comes naturally to me, i'm afraid," felix quips back, studded brow raising along with his lips. their playful flirtation brings heat to his cheeks, heart skipping a few beats. india was so fun to be around, sassy and charismatic. he found her very different from annabel, who was clingy, possessive, and snobbish. or if india was in fact possessive, she'd been careful not to let felix see that side of her yet. "yeah? i'd love for you to read to me. might actually help my attention span," he murmurs. felix typically liked to call the shots, but for some indiscernible reason he didn't mind having india boss him around. it was kind of hot, if he was being honest. so he does as asked and waits an inconspicuous amount of time before getting up to follow her to the bathroom to slip into their designated stall. if anyone happened to notice felix catton enter the ladies restroom, it's doubtful anything will be said nor done about it. his lofty name aside, they were just overwhelmed college students blowing off steam. from one of the most prestigious universities in the world, no less. felix feels they're entitled to. when he opens the unlatched stall door, his breath leaves him for a moment because she looks effortlessly stunning, as always. felix smiles into the kiss when she tells him she missed him, one large palm resting at the pinch of her waist while the other threads fingers into her dark locks of hair. he sucks at the swell of her bottom lip, tilting her head back for easier access as his tongue traces the seam of her lips, a fervid exploration. india tastes like prosecco and felix probably has lipstick on his teeth but he couldn't give a rats ass about that right now, not with india right in front of him, spontaneous and fun and accepting. he grins, pulling out a white ziploc baggie with the coke along with a key for her to snort it off of. "and how do you plan on doing that?" felix asks, tone sultry and suggestive as he opens the bag to place some of the powder on the key, raising it to her nose like a true gentleman. "but don't sweat it, you know i like to share." he was supporting his cousin's cocaine habit as well, after all. felix waits for her to take her bump before pouring a little more powder on the key and blocking one nostril to inhale it. it enters his bloodstream fairly fast, and afterwards he pockets the paraphernalia, cupping india's face in his hands to lose himself in those doe eyes of hers -- pupils more blown than ever. was it purely the cocaine, or arousal?

the swat to the arm arrives not when he comments on her chest, but when he jokingly critiques her choice of literature. india took reading seriously. to the brunette, it was a form of self care and a gateway to pleasure. her studies required a ridiculous amount of concentration, so whenever she had the chance to take a break from it all, the fantasy genre was often the perfect companion to get lost in. "have you made it your personal mission to be an arse to me today or!?" she can't help the laughter that follows after playfully scolding him. neither of them held any real contempt in their taunts. it was all for fun. just like the rest of their relationship. a bloody tease. "if you must know, i'm reading stardust by neil gaiman." in india's opinion, his storytelling was far superior to j.k. rowling's. "and if it's a compelling plot you're after, i'll let you borrow it when i'm done. i might even read some of it to you next time you find yourself falling into my bed."

[ sms: fee <3 ] yes pls. wait 2 mins before u follow x

after the text is sent, she stands up from her position at the table and heads towards the ladies toilets. it's not the first time that they've done this, but it is the first time in a long while that she's suggested it. the last cubicle on the left is the one india usually reserves for their rendezvous. be it for taking drugs or sharing other private moments, it's the place felix knows to look for her. she waits quietly for him to enter, slipping inside and leaving the latch unlocked 'til he arrives. there's no doubt that it's reckless behaviour, but she took no greater pleasure in anything else. hiding away, escaping with felix, partaking in forbidden acts was almost as addictive as the cocaine. applying a fresh layer of lipstick, she swipes the matte red across her lower lip and puckers it onto her top. fingertips then ruffle through her long locks, brushing out the waves of her loose curls. you say jump.... his sentiments echo as she applies a quick spritz of eau de toilette to her cleavage and soon, he's in front of her, sneaking into the confined space. i say how high. she wonders if he truly means it. if he wants to be here as much as she wants him to. a selfish thought for a selfish girl.

soft hands reach out to him regardless, fingers curling around his neck to gently pull him closer. "i missed you, by the way." india confesses, opting for transparency in spite of their collective teasing torments. brown eyes gaze up at him with unabashed adoration. a nervous laugh passes and then, black lashes flutter close while she stretches up to kiss him. she doesn't fully know what the status of his relationship with annabel is. if they're together or not. at this moment, she doesn't care either. perhaps that makes her an awful person and a terrible friend. so be it. the kiss is exactly what she needs it to be. tender, warm, erotic yet innocent in nature. a subtle kind of foreplay considering they're both about to misbehave. pulling back, her hand rests against his cheek where gentle strokes are applied to his jaw. "you're also a fucking lifesaver. i'm running low but i'll pay you back, promise."

[michelleleewise]

Forget Me Not

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, sadness, depression, all the angst, very minor death ideation, mentions of memory loss, anger, minor accusations of cheating, mild swearing

Summary: After you left you try your to accept your Loki is gone, you just hope he's happy.

*the response to this was amazing!! It means so much to me that you guys read and share my work, and I'm so glad you like it. So, because I love you all (and with an insurmountable amount of peer pressure lol) I give you........part 2💚💚

Part one Part two-

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It had been three months since you left the tower, since you left your life behind and the pain hadn't lessened. The man you love haunted your mind. Some nights you would dream of you and Loki, cuddled on the couch and you would wake crying, others you would see him and Mellissa from that night in the kitchen, and you wanted to scream, hit something, burn everything. You had everything you ever wanted and it was snatched from you in the blink of an eye.

Last night, it was the latter. You woke up screaming as your sobs racked your body. Could you die from a broken heart? If so you yearned for it, if nothing else so the dreams would finally cease. You climbed out of bed, making your way to the tiny kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee before going out onto the porch. You sat watching the ocean, trying to clear your mind. You had settled on a small island in the middle of nowhere, only you and one small village on the other side. Secluded, peaceful, lonely.

Deep down you hoped Loki was happy, you had no way of knowing, deciding to go off the grid you had no way to contact anyone, it was better that way. You would never be able to love anyone the way you loved Loki, your heart died the day he didn't know who you were, you had become a shell of who you once were. You knew you were alone, and you always would be.

"Loki! Loki wake up!" Melissa half yelled shaking Loki awake "w...what is it love?" He asks rubbing his eyes. "You were saying her name again." She said glaring at him. "Whose name? What are you talking about?" He asked sitting up. "Y/n! You've been saying her name in your sleep for months, what is the deal?" She asked crossing her arms. "Darling, honestly I have no idea, I don't..." he said looking around. "Do you love her?" She asked "i....I don't know. I don't remember her before my accident, just that she took care of me after, and was kind to me." He said sitting against the headboard.

"I can't do this Loki, I can't be with you when your thinking about her." She said getting up. "Darling, please. She's gone now anyway, and Thor said she most likely won't return." He said getting up following her. He grabbed her waist turning her around "I adore you darling, you know that." He said hugging her, she sighed hugging him back. "I'm going to go get coffee." She said, pulling away getting dressed. "I'll be right there love." He called out as she left.

He sat on the bed, his head in his hands. "Why can't I remember you y/n." He sighed sitting up. His dreams had become flashes of you and him, cuddling on the couch, watching TV, making love to you, if they were dreams or memories He wasn't sure. Thor had told him before you left how much you loved eachother, but his mind was blank, nothing of you was there before the accident and now, you were gone and he couldn't even talk to you about it. He ran a hand through his hair, heading towards the kitchen.

The sounds of Melissa laughing drew his attention as he slowly crept to the doorway, seeing her and the soldier, standing very close, smiling at eachother. He was about to walk out when something down the hall caught his attention. "Thor, what are you doing?" He asked walking towards him. "I'm packing up y/n's things. Its been months, I don't believe she is returning." He sighed setting some boxes down. "Do you need help?" He asked "if your up to it, I would appreciate the help, stark wants all of this in storage." Thor said unlocking the door.

He walked in, setting a couple of boxes on the bed looking around. It felt familiar, comfortable. "Ok, I'll start in the closet, you start with the nightstands." Thor said grabbing some clothes packing them. Loki walked to the nightstand on the right, picking up a book of Shakespeare's sonnets, opening the drawer seeing a small dagger, a green blindfold and a picture of the two of you, the ocean behind you both, his arms wrapped around you as you both smiled at the camera. He packed the other things away, still holding the picture. "Thor.." he called out "what is it brother?" He asked coming up next to him.

"Maybe someday we can come here on our honeymoon." He said holding you tighter "we could stay in a cardboard box, as long as I'm with you Loki." You said smiling at him.

The memory flashed to the front of his mind "Thor, was i......" he started as Thor sighed "Yes, that was the trip you told me you were going to propose, you said she was the one." He said pointing at the picture "But it matters not, she is gone." He said going back to the closet. He slipped the picture in his pocket while Thor wasn't watching and continued packing.

He made his way to the desk, emptying the drawers into a box as he started clearing off the top, seeing an envelope with his name on it. He looked up seeing Thor packing the dresser before folding it and putting it in his pocket, he needed answers and you may have left them for him. They finished packing everything, stacking the boxes by the door "let's go have lunch before we move everything to storage yes?" Thor asked patting his shoulder.

They made their way to the kitchen, seeing Melissa was gone he remembered what he saw this morning "I'll be right back brother." He said heading to his room. Not seeing Melissa there either, he headed for the training room, peeking in he saw her and the soldier, sitting on a bench with her legs draped over his lap, her fingers combing through his hair. Loki slowly back out, leaning against the wall sighing before heading back to the kitchen. "What is wrong brother?" Thor asked handing him a sandwich. "I believe my beloved is going behind my back." He sighed sitting down.

"How do you know?" He asked sitting across from him. "I just saw her and the soldier in the training room." He said looking up as Thor nodded "I am sorry Loki, she was never deserving of you If im being honest." Thor said taking a bite as Loki nodded. He went back to his room that night after helping Thor, seeing Melissa packing her things. "What are you doing?" He asked closing the door. "I can't deal with this Loki, I need someone who loves me, not someone else." She said continuing her packing "like the soldier hmm?" He asked sitting in the chair as Melissa stiffened.

"Did you fuck him?" Loki asked glaring at her "you don't have to be so crude." She said crossing her arms. "Well?" He growled "No, I haven't. But he cares about me." She said "gives you attention more likely." He said rolling his eyes. "I'm over this Loki, enjoy being alone." She huffed, grabbing her box "I'll have the rest of your things packed and outside my room, I don't want you back in here." He growled as she got to the door "Oh don't worry, I won't be." She said slamming the door. He got up locking it before settling on the bed, pulling the picture and letter from his pocket, setting them on the nightstand.

He leaned his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands "Dammit! Why can't I remember!" He yelled as he felt his seidr pulse through him. He leaned against the headboard picking up the letter, turning it in his hands, hoping you had the answers he seeked.....

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Im not sure of eveyone who wanted tagged.....sorry!!! Of you want tagged in part 3 let me know!!!

@vbecker10 @lokisprettygirl22 @lokisninerealms @lokiprompts @lulubelle814 @immersed-in-mischief @daggers-and-mischief @geekwritersworld @freshprincessofpain @buttercupbestie

[sadlyghost]

platonic marc and steven from moon knight with daughter reader (but gender neutral reader please) where the reader is a teen and comes home drunk or stoned or smth and marc and steven take care of them. maybe the reader forces the boys to dance with them befoŕe they sleep? up to you, thank you!

Summary: After drinking alcohol for the first time at a party, you quickly regret it. Luckily your dads are there to take care of you.

Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Daughter Reader

Words: 1500

Content Warnings: Alcohol, minor panic, being drunk, slight peer pressure.

Gif Caption - "Hopefully you'll be feeling better soon"

You had been invited to a party by some students from a higher grade at your school. You had hesitated in accepting the offer because only one of your friends were going, but you had ultimately decided that this was an opportunity that you didn't want to miss. You couldn't imagine yourself getting invited to any more of these 'cool people' parties, so you wanted to experience it at least once.

However, that didn't seem to of been a good idea, considering that you were currently awkwardly standing at said party, all alone, yet surrounded by people you'd never spoken to before. The one other friend you had gone with had spontaneously decided to speak to some other people, which left you at a loss of what to do.

Some older students had spotted you just hanging around and walked over, chuckling in amusement as they handed you a red cup.

"Uhhh thanks?" you say in confusion as you grab it, sniffing the liquid and wondering why the older students were even talking to you.

"Try some, you'll have more fun if you do. We don't want people moping around, its ruining the vibe" they explain. You swish the liquid around, inspecting it.

"What is it?" you ask softly. They all chuckle to eachother.

"It's alcohol. Vodka and juice, all the people here are drinking it. Have you never had alcohol before?" they explain and inquire. You shake your head in embarassment. They just laugh, patting your head jokingly, making you feel small and immature.

"You'll have lots of fun tonight then. That'll be enough to get you drunk super quick" they say as they walk off.

You spent a while assesing all of your options and considering trying the drink they gave you. You weren't lying, you had never had alcohol before and you definitely weren't planning on it tonight. But everyone else was drinking this, and they all looked like they were having fun. You're friend had ditched you and you didn't know what else to do but mope around until your dads picked you up.

You ended up deciding to give it a try. It couldn't be that bad right?

Turns out that small amount of alcohol could get you more drunk then you had prepared for. Instead of all the other students who were embracing being drunk and having fun, you stood in the corner, wide eyed as you stared out at the room. You didn't want to move. Your body felt like honey, like if you took a step you'd just collapse onto the ground. It was freaking you out to be honest. This was not what you had planned for at all. Alcohol was supposed to make you have fun, not make you scared.

You tried to call your dads to pick you up, but your vision was so blurry and your brain was so unfoccussed that you could hardly navigate your own phone.

You decided that leaving was what you needed to do. You had made a mistake by drinking that and you just wanted to go home. There was absolutely no point in you staying after your friend had ditched you.

Luckily there was a bus stop just down the street, so afer stumbling there, waiting and practically pulling your body on the bus, you were on your way home.

You somehow made your way back to your apartment and shakily walked in, feeling spacey and tired. Steven, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen moved his head to see you at the door.

"Y/n? You're back already? I thought we were going to pick you up in an hour or so" he voices as he pulls off his oven mits. Steven walks over to you and frowns at your slightly distant eyes.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks in concern. You look up to him and gulp, you didn't want to tell him what happened, but was hiding it even an option?

"I dran' alcohol" you slur out without thinking it through enough. You frown at your pronunciation. Why couldn't you say it properly? Steven looks down at you kind of shocked. He hadn't expected something like this tonight.

"You...drank alcohol?" he repeats back to you clearly. You just nod, your head feeling heavier by the minute. He looks you over, inspecting your eyes and your body language

"Do you know what type and how much?" he asks. You shrug.

"The vodka stuff and I don' remember how much" you inform him openly, currently having no filter at all.

His stance changes slightly as he crosses his arms and looks down at you, your brain is too spacey to notice.

"What were you thinking?" Marc asks, voice sterner than Stevens.

"I though' alcohol wa' supposed to be fun" you say honestly. Marc just shakes his head at that.

"Only sometimes. But you shouldn't be drinking at this age and you definitely shouldn't be drinking at parties full of students older than you. Who knows what they could do" he grumbles seriously. You just sway in your spot slightly as you almost dose off.

"Woah, woah. You alright there?" Steven says as he puts his arms on your shoulders. You just mumble something incoherent in reply.

"Okay, lets get you to the couch why don't we?" he says as he leads you to sit down. He goes off to grab some water and a damp cloth which he places on your forehead. You just stare at the ceiling as he takes care of you.

"I'm going to murder whoever pressured them into this" Marc says to Steven.

"It might have been a choice as well. Regardless, save the lecture for tomorrow please. Spend tonight considering what you were like at that age - curious and eager to fit in I'd guess?" Steven reasons quietly, you not even paying attention to his words at the moment. Marc grumbles but doesn't say anything, letting Steven know that he was indeed right.

"But they're too young for this" Marc pipes in again. Steven nods in agreement.

"I know. But I'm sure this incident has given them perspective don't you think? I don't assume we'll be dealing with this again any time soon. They have to learn some way, lets just hope they understand now" Steven says. You just squirm on the couch, feeling uncomfortable.

"Do you need anything?" Steven asks you kindly. You sit up and look around. Everything still felt so unreal to you, so you just flop back down onto Steven. He catches you, feeling suprised.

You just lay there before you start playing with his shirt. It felt so soft and nice. You moved your head back a bit to look at the fabric with wide eyes. Steven watches, wondering what you were doing.

"You're sooo soft pa" you say in shock. Steven holds back his laugh at your words and what seemed to be amazement at the simple fabric of his shirt.

"Oh my god, they are so drunk" Marc comments, forcing a voice of dissaproval as he also hides the amusment in his voice.

You stand up and pull Steven with you. You hold his arms weakly and begin swinging them around. He just goes along with it.

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously, still slightly amused by your drunk actions.

"Dancey danceyy" you laugh as you imitate some tap dancing, very badly. Steven had to make sure you didn't fall since your balance was currently non-existent. At least your mood had gone up though.

"Dad come dance wit' mee" you say, still swinging your arms about and humming some random tune.

Marc fronts and goes along with it as well.

"Did you guys take dance classes? This is soo unfairrr" you complain, a little discouraged that your body isn't moving like you want it to.

"I think you're just a little out of it" Marc says truthfully. You continue trying to dance though, regardless of your horrible moves.

"Daa dun ta daa" you sing to yourself as you bust another horrible move. Marc snorts softly.

"Wow, maybe we do need to get you some dance classes, this is truely something" he says in amusement. But you were vibing, so it didn't matter in the moment how good you were at dancing.

Eventually you slowed down though, and your dancing came to a halt. You just leaned forward onto Marc.

"'m sleepy" you mumbled. He patted your back softly and nodded.

"Okay, lets get you to bed" he said, acting like he did when you were much younger and he actually did need to put you in bed like this. You just complied as he picked you up and carried you to your room.

He lay down your sleepy body and placed the blankets over you. He then sat on the end of your bed and waited for you to fall asleep so that he was sure you were okay.

"Thanks dad..." you whispered out tiredly. Marc just looked at you as you rolled over to get comfortable, eyes already half closed as you dozed off.

"And thanks pa" you thank Steven as well. Marc sighs. You made a mistake, but you were going to be just fine, he was sure of it.

"Your welcome kid" he replies softly.

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A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope this turned out close to what you imagined. I did try adding some context to the situation, so sorry if that ruins this! Also fun fact, I've never actually been drunk before, even though I'm legally allowed to in my country. So sorry if this is wildly inaccurate! I'm mostly going off what I've seen in movies and stuff. To anyone reading, please don't take a drink from someone, especially if you don't know whats in it. And try not to succumb to peer pressure, you have control over yourself and your own life. Stay safe everyone :)