#I suspect this is going to make many things confusing and difficult for me in this physics class

[gillianthecat]

I'm still so fucking mad that the conventional direction of current is opposite that of electron flow. Thanks Ben Franklin 🙄

#I suspect this is going to make many things confusing and difficult for me in this physics class #hw lb #physics #gillianthecat goes back to school #ben franklin

[onskepa]

Yay requests are open!

What about a platonic Ronal x scientist? Yes they study the planet but ronal cannot help but like them because they respect the culture, her medical skills and only seems to find the silver lining in her stiff comments. Like come on human I am trying to make you leave through the power of rude and you just gave me a freidnship bracelet? Wtf I imagine tonowari just snickering every night as she complains about her new best friend

Hellooooooooo darling~!!

Yes! Another ronal fic! Thank you for requesting and I hope this cute fic will satisfy you and everyone else! Enjoy~!

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Irayo

“You are good to go, if anything goes wrong or if they are not very welcoming, just say the word and we will get you” the head director of the ocean na’vi program says. In front of him was the new girl. Determined and open minded to learn new things, and was given the ultimate task. 

Make the first human contact with the reef na’vi. 

Nodding in excitement, the new recruit gets into a canoe with her prepared items. Making sure she is set for sail, she looks at her comrades. “I will let you know everything. Hopefully, this can go well. If doctor Agustine has faith in us, we can't lose” she says with optimus in her voice. 

Saying her last farewell, she sets off to the Metkayina island. 

“This will be good, I can feel it!”

She arrives at the island, her eyes in awe as she gets closer to the shore. So many na’vi! They all stare at her, many in fear, others in curiosity, and many ready to fight her. Raising her hands, she gets out from her canoe and displays she is of no harm. 

“I come in peace, I bring no harm” the human girl announces in perfect, fluent na’vi. 

Many, from what she suspects are warriors, stare at her in surprise. 

“You are a sky demon! Leave or we will not be easy on you!” one of the warriors warned her. Another warrior follows after. 

“We heard what you did with the forest na’vi, leave! You only bring death and sorrow wherever you go”. 

The tension was building fast among the other people. Mothers protecting their children, might warriors standing in front of the weak. Any wrong move and she might end up dead. Which is a high factor. 

The crowd breaks as two significant looking na’vi walks through, from how they are dressed and the others willing to step aside, the human knew exactly who they were. 

And it gave her excitement. Already the first and she is seeing so much! 

The human was quick with the traditional na’vi greeting of “I see you”. In hopes that the tension can lessen if she displays their ways. 

The Tsahik and Olo’eyktan looked at her carefully. Observing her every move and detail. Small hint of disgust but also confusion as to why a human is here. 

“Hello, I bring no harm. I am here to learn your ways. Allow me to prove myself to you, perhaps you have heard of the dark stories of what the humans did to other na’vi, but I promise you that I only bring peace. Please, teach me your ways”. 

Ronal doesn't know what or how or even why. But after a lengthy discussion with Tonowari, they granted the human permission to enter their home. And learn their ways. As best a human can learn. While Tonowari was more loose on letting the human in, Ronal felt different, at first she came defensive and was always on alert should the human do something that seems bad under her eyes. 

But the human was aware where the line drew, only did what she was allowed to and dared not to push boundaries. Ronal wasn't making it any easier for the human. None whatsoever. In fact, Ronal planned to make things so difficult for the human that she would have no other choice but to leave. 

Now if only it worked that, and not Ronal making it harder for herself. 

 “Put more strength in your arms. It must be thinned out and easy to separate. Any thicker and it will be difficult to mix” Ronal instructed the human with a harsh tone. She was teaching the human how to make crushed, thin, dust-like green material. Very dry leaves that were thoroughly picked from their small forest.

The human woman smiled and obeyed, “alright tsahik”. Doing exactly what she is being told. That is the thing that irks ronal. The human doesn't fight back. She doesn't do anything! 

“A child can do a better job than you,” Ronal says with a snarky tone. The human just takes it, “I don't doubt it. This is more of their ways” the human replies with such calmness in her voice. Not a hint of anger, impatience, nothing. 

“Dont think this will be enough, there is still much more to grind down” Ronal says, as she places a lot more dried grass in the already big pile. The human stops for a few seconds to look at the bigger addition. Ronal smirks, surely this will be it? “Guess I better grind faster to finish all of these” the human says in glee and continues to grind. 

Ronal’s smirk left her lips, fine then. Tomorrow will be worse. 

Harsher insults, harsher training, harsher practice. Ronal threw everything at the human, but nothing breaks the human girl. And it infuriates her to the core. Why wasn't she fighting back? Why was she accepting everything? Why was she letting ronal belittle her? 

Ronal’s anger grew to where Tonowari had to enterfier. 

“Ronal, perhaps you are pushing her too far?” he asks her one day. Ronal scoffs as she does her small tasks in their home. “The human can bare it. Anything I give her, she accepts. That utter fool” she replies. Annoyance heavy on her tone. “She won't break so easily. Not made of sea glass” she continues. 

Tonowari sighs, walks up to her and places a hand on her shoulder. “Perhaps not, but your tolerance is thinner than these fibers. Perhaps by surprise, it will be you who will break first”. 

The human began to make and wear her na’vi like clothing to fit in more. And as she talked more with the other clan members, more began to welcome her with open arms and even into their homes. Adapting more into their culture and ways of life. They began to accept her. 

Ronal wasn't so ready to accept the human. 

Not yet at least. 

One night, after the communal dinner, Ronal took the human away from the noise and into a more quiet part of the small forest. Yet, along the way, the human not once asked where they were going. Never questioned ronal’s actions, her odd behavior. Nothing. 

When they arrived at a beautiful blue glowing waterfall, Ronal kept a bit of distance from the human. 

“Tell me human, why do you accept?” Ronal asks after a few minutes of silence. 

The human blinked once, “accept what tsahik?”. 

Hissing in frustration, Ronal turns to look at the human in anger. 

“Why do you accept everything?! I keep pushing you to do beyond what you physically can. Accept any insulting word I give you. Force you to do things clearly you are not very comfortable with. Why do you accept my harsh treatment towards you?” 

The human sees Ronal and sees how she truly feels. Taking a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders, the human does what she does best. 

Give her an honest smile. 

“You have every right to treat me that way. While I am not personally responsible for the thousands of killings of the na’vi, I still feel ashamed and guilty as if it were my own crimes. My kind has treated your kind terribly. So, I understand if you feel any anger or hatred towards me for simply being human. But I accept, I accept it all. If it means to be part of your world, your clan. I would gladly accept anything you throw at me. This is a dream come true for me. This planet, the life it holds. The environments, plants, animals, you. I love and respect everything about your world. All I desire is to learn how things are. From learning about Eywa to learning of the na’vi ways. My only desire is to learn. To have you personally teach me, it is a high luck I could never get anywhere else. So that is why I accept all that you give me. A price to pay for the things I can see and experience. So Tsahik, that is why I accept it. As my way to thank you” 

Ronal saw the human, looking deep into her eyes to detect any lies, but all she saw was the truth. 

“You fool…”

“Irayo, just in time for breakfast” Ronal welcomes her human friend. Irayo, that is what Ronal calls her ever since that night. It's been stuck to her ever since, not that she plans to defy the tsahik wishes. 

Irayo sits in the home of ronal and tonowari. Accepting the food, she begins to eat. But not soon after, she felt a little tug from her wrist. Looking down, Irayo sees little tsireya playfully tugging at her bracelet. Taking it off, she hands it to tsireya who tries to bite down on it. 

“Has tsireya began teething?” Irayo asks, ronal nods but gives a disapproving look.

“She will rip off the beads. You worked so hard to make it for us” Ronal says as she points to her own matching bracelet. Irayo laughs, “that is fine. It will give me an excuse to make better friendship brackets for us. I will even make another for cute little tsreiya” Irayo replies as she playfully pinches tsireya’s chubby cheeks, making the child squeal in delight. 

Tonowari sits down to join them. 

“Today irayo and I will attend to the elderly, tsireya will be under your care until noon” Ronal says to him. 

Tonowari nods, but couldn't help but smirk a bit. Leaning in, he whispers into Ronal’s ear. “Your friendship with irayo has improved greatly. I still remember when you called her many foolish names”. 

Ronal rolls her eyes and taps his forehead lightly. 

“I recall no such things. Irayo has been my good friend from the start”

Aaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I hope you all enjoyed this fic! Until next time, see ya!

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Irayo = Thank you

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #metkayina oc #metkayina reader #metkayina clan #metkayina #ronal fluff #ronal x reader #ronal x you #ronal x tonowari #ronal x y/n #tsireya #tonowari fluff #tonowari x reader #tonowari x reader x ronal #tonowari x you #tonowari x ronal #tonowari x y/n #tsireya x y/n #tsireya x reader #tsireya x you #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x you #ao'nung x fem!reader #ao'nung x y/n #rotxo x reader

[chaiifluuf]

That's that me espresso! — c. nakahara

synopsis. chuuya struggles to fall asleep again after thinking about you and his unexpected dreams

content. fem!reader, fluff, suggestive in one part, chuuya is lovesick and he doesn’t know it <3

notes. i don’t know if i got his character right.. i tried my best tho ! and yes this is inspired by sabrina carpenter’s song espresso hehe (*´꒳`*)

chuuya doesn’t dream. 

or well he didn’t use to because tonight was the first time he had a dream in a really long time.

the fact it wasn’t a nightmare shocked him even further and out of all things he could’ve dreamed about, it was about you. why you? he isn’t sure himself. chuuya let out a silent sigh as he rubbed his face, trying to recall everything he saw because a part of him is still in disbelief that he had an actual dream.

the first thing he remembers is you wearing a summer dress while walking at the shore of a beach. the gentle waves crashing into your bare feet as you carried your flip flops in your hand. then you turned around and your face was beaming. chuuya swore you had the happiest smile he had ever seen on you. something seems to catch your attention when you look at him.

“chuuya, your hair is in your face!” you tell him with a light giggle. as soon as you mention that, he notices how his hair strands start to obscure his sight as the wind blows from behind him. you make your way towards him as if an idea popped into your mind. “wait, stay still,” you say and swiftly move behind him while chuuya couldn’t help but blink in confusion. “what?”

you don’t say anything in return but it doesn’t take him long before he realises what you’re doing as he can feel your fingers gather his hair into one place. you were making a ponytail for him. 

“there! now it won’t be bothering you,” you say once you are done, looking at him in satisfaction and glee. chuuya touches his head for a moment, not used to having it like that. it indeed felt nicer. he thanked you before the two of you start walking again.

“no problem. you look really good with a ponytail too…” you mumble the last part and chuuya almost misses it. he glances at you, about to say something and he’ll never know what because that was the moment he woke up.

chuuya believes there was probably more going on in the dream but this is as far as he remembers. he casts a look to the side, scanning over the clock that reads 2:56 am. there is more than enough time to get his much needed sleep. because it is a rare occurrence for him to not be exhausted from a usual workday, he’ll take any bit of rest he can get. 

with that in mind, chuuya shifts his body to the other side and closes his eyes, a soft exhale leaving his lips. it was just a silly dream and he will forget it soon enough anyway. although he still doesn’t quite understand why you were there. you were one of the closest people to him, he’ll admit that. you knew him better than most people and he has lost count at how many times you have made his day so much better. the two of you were good friends and that’s it. yeah, this is fine.

except it isn’t.

falling asleep turns out to be a much more difficult task than he anticipated. he isn’t even that tired anymore which did not help. chuuya’s mind is still stuck on his damned dream. he can’t help but picture again your radiant smile, how your hair blew in the wind, the way you stared at him and that pretty dress… he quickly shaked his head to snap out of it. he can’t believe himself. chuuya decides to get up and find something to distract himself since he couldn’t sleep now anyway.

he wished that would’ve been the one and only time he dreamed of you. this was the third time in the week that he hasn’t slept well. all of them had you in it and at this point chuuya thinks something is wrong with him. how does anyone dream about the same person so many times in such a short time? 

chuuya groans into his pillow as he suspects yet another badly slept night. of course you were on his mind once more. he is glad that these aren’t nightmares but at the same time he doesn’t know how to feel about these dreams either. he’s also shocked by just how vividly he remembers all of them. 

in the second dream, chuuya was at a restaurant with you. if he’s going to be honest then it felt like a date. the dimmed lights, the romantic atmosphere, a lit up candle placed on the middle of the table and two glasses filled halfway with red wine. he still remembers the simple yet elegant carmine dress you were wearing. your gaze was filled with so much warmth and adoration that he felt his heart falter. then you laughed at something he said and god your laughter seemed sweeter than the desserts the two of you were having.

the entire time his eyes were stuck on you as if you were the most breathtaking person he had ever come across. and you were. while the conversation was hazy to him, the scene of you intertwining your fingers with his was still clear in his mind. your rosy cheeks afterwards made you look even prettier. thinking about it alone made chuuya’s heart rate fasten.

the third dream however, the one he had tonight, was a different story. because with each time these dreams seem to get bolder and chuuya doesn’t know how to handle it. 

you were pushed against the bed with him hovering over you. he was kissing you and they weren’t some kind of gentle kisses either. more like they were filled with desire, need and many other strong emotions he couldn’t pinpoint. he pulled away for a moment, his lips still brushing against yours. your hair had gotten rather messy, your lipstick was smeared and it was obvious that you were breathless as he could feel your breath on his skin. 

“chuuya, please…” he couldn’t fight back the shiver that went down his spine when he heard your pleading voice. your arms were wrapped around his neck as you held him close. his lips slowly trail down from your lips and he can’t help but start sensually kissing your neck. chuuya relished the soft noises that left your lips.

“want you s’bad,” you murmured to his ear and chuuya swears his heart skipped a beat. were you even aware of the effect you had on him? “i’m right here, doll.” his tone was low and husky as one of his hands sneaked below your shirt, lifting it up as he traced your waist. he didn’t miss the subtle tremble of your body when his bare hand came in touch with your abdomen. god your skin was so soft and your flushed face was the most adorable sight. he grinned before going for your lips again and then—

chuuya can feel his face heat up as he realised what he was thinking. he buried his face into the pillow once again because that was just a little too intimate. and goddamn it, he feels like a schoolgirl who just talked to her crush for the first time.

why the fuck is this happening to him?

he hasn’t seen you in a while since both of you were busy with your missions lately. you did text him though, and even if he always didn’t have the time to respond, you liked talking to him about your day as well as your frustrations at times. chuuya didn’t mind and when he had a chance would type you back. with a lot of things going on, you and him were still in touch. so are his dreams supposed to be some kind of sign to see you again?

if only you knew how much you have driven him insane. he needs to do something, anything to get these dreams out of his head. a night with actually good rest does sound nice right now. however he won’t get that, not tonight at least. suddenly chuuya gets an idea. a stupid idea perhaps, but he believes he will only continue to suffer if he won’t do anything about it. he grabs his phone from the bedside table and opens the messages app.

Me 4:03 am

you up?

chuuya sighs, there is no going back now. he hopes you’re asleep but a small part of him wishes you would respond because he has no idea what to do at this point. five minutes later, he hears his phone vibrate.

Y/n 4:08 am

mhm, something wrong?

his eyes slightly widen in surprise. so you were awake. for a moment he thinks what to text back.

Me 4:09 am

not really, just can’t sleep

Y/n 4:09 am

what a coincidence haha

now that i think about it i still haven’t seen your motorcycle that you promised to show me one day

maybe wanna meet up? ^ ^

chuuya’s mind pauses because this might be exactly what he needs — to see you again. without thinking too much he starts typing.

Me 4:10 am

sure

i’ll come and pick you up

Y/n 4:11 am

YAYY 

i’ll see you then!! 

he can’t help but smile a little. a genuine smile that he hasn’t had in a while. he quickly changed his clothes, locked his apartment and began making his way to the garage. 

he might never admit it but even with you in his dreams, he still missed you. the real you.

fun fact: initially, i had put a winky face after the “i’ll come and pick you up” text but then decided against it bc i’m still not sure if he would do that LMAO

#𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ maeve writes . 🖋️ #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x you #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya fluff

[furiousgoldfish]

This is something I experienced as a child, that I don't fully understand yet, but it contributed greatly to me feeling like my parents are right and I must be stupid. I want to know if this happened to everyone else.

So there would be times when I would be under immense pressure from the abusers, and they would try to force me to understand a concept, but mostly by shaming me and yelling at me for not getting it and repeating some kind of, very general and non-explanatory claim that apparently should have been enough for me to get it. But I could not, in my brain, make a connection, I'm not sure if it was because at the moment I was terrified, pressured, ashamed and threatened, or if I was too young to figure it out. Sometimes my mind would go completely blank and I would not be able to take in new information at all, even though I desperately wanted to understand.

However, years later, I would remember that same thing, but now I had more context about it, more knowledge that surrounds it, more ideas on how things work, and even without thinking about it more, I would suddenly understand what they were talking about. I don't know if it's the additional knowledge of the world that would help me put it together, or if it was brain development, or something else.

I had a similar problem at school, where sometimes things would be explained generally, and I just didn't understand it, I couldn't see the process of how the thing worked, and it was being said like it was something easy to understand, that I should have figured out instantly, and other kids seemed to get it. It left me permanently confused and worried that I must be somehow stupider than anyone else.

But, again years later, when I ran away from the abusers, I looked at the same concept and it made perfect sense instantly, and I didn't know how I couldn't make sense of it earlier.

Nobody had ever bothered to sit down and explain anything to me, even in school I was expected to have basic knowledge and build up on it. But growing up abused meant the most simple concepts were not explained; instead parents would say whatever suited them most was the truth, or tell me to stop being annoying with my questions, and I was left in the dark over the inner function of, pretty much anything. Sometimes, even when I did learn something at school and came home with the new knowledge, they would decide that it was trivial, wrong, unnecessary, and simply false. Which also made learning harder because I had to question everything, at all times.

Not being able to understand what others could instantly made me believe that I was in fact, stupid, and it made it more difficult to believe my own senses, my own conclusions, it made it difficult for me to know that my own thoughts, opinions and conclusions had any value at all. I often ignored my own instincts and senses and took for granted what others told me, which later often proved to be false, and just manipulative misinformation.

After escaping abuse, my mind cleared up and I don't know if I can attribute it to my brain finishing its development, but things are now extremely easy to understand, and any concept I struggled with before, comes naturally to me. I think at least a part of it had to be about me being in fight-or-flight mode and whatever brainpower I had fully focused on staying alive. I could not figure out some concept that made no sense to me in such a state. I also think it's possible that I just lacked so much general knowledge, I lacked references to put those ideas into context, I could not connect the knowledge to anything I've seen or experienced before, because I had no experienced that many things, but other kids have, so they could make the connection.

I'm also suspecting that maybe, general and vague descriptions of things were something I rejected because I needed to understand something in depth in order to feel like I am familiar with it, if I only had the wide general idea, I still counted it as 'not knowing', until I had some intimate experiences with inner workings of it. And with more life lived, I had more experiences, and became familiar in a way that made me confident about understanding it.

Did anyone else have a similar experience, and do you maybe understand why it happens this way?

#child abuse #brain development #losing cognitive function due to trauma #feeling stupid due to not being able to think under pressure #trying to figure things out without context or explanations #struggling in school #feeling dumb

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

firestar and leafpools father daughter relationship isnt talked about nearly enough on that note

I think about it so often! They make so many remarks about legacy but refuse to hold onto the FAMILY that a legacy should entail! Bad writers! Smack smack!

Leafpool and Firestar - Familial Relationship

In WCR, they have a much more fleshed out relationship.

First thing Fire notices about his newly born daughter when he and Sandstorm (and Smudge and Scourge) get back to Thunderclan is that she looks a hell of a lot like his sister, Princess! Firestar almost came up with a name in inspiration of her, but decided to stick with Leafstar, as while he could not inform his cats of Skyclan, he could at least hope that some of Leafstar's nobility and grace would invoke into his daughter.

Well, he got the noble part right, at first. Little Leafkit was clumsy and a bit uncoordinated. She would rather learn about herbs than practicing pouncing and bounding through the forest like Squirrelkit could.

Firestar has learned from his past attitude and encouraged his daughter to follow her heart. Though... Please talk to me or your mom or aunty Cinderpelt before you taste-test plants you find. Please.

Leafkit grew into Leafpaw, and finally developed that grace! Firestar was so proud of her, to the point of embarrassing her by accident. Yowling across camp "BE SAFE! BE GOOD! I LOVE YOU LEAFPAW!" When she would go for Medicine Cat meetings. She got over it quickly when she heard Cinderpelt speak about her own father, Cricketfang, and how she missed him.

"I LOVE YOU TOO DAD!"

Things begin to get... Difficult, once the destruction of White Hart Woods begins. In WCR, Leafpaw is the cat who gets the message to go on the Road Trip, and Squirrelpaw, ever at her side, joins too. (Along with Shrewpaw) The 2 sisters leave together under the cover of night alongside Crowpaw and Cranberrypaw of Windclan, Tawnypelt and Smokepaw of Shadowclan, and Feathertail and Stormfur of Riverclan.

It is, hands down, one of the worst times in Firestar's life. The forest is being destroyed and BOTH his kids are missing. All he can think is that the Clans are going to go through what Old Skyclan went through, and his daughters are missing.

When they came back, he was terrified and filled with sorrow. The destruction was in full-swing, and his children had come back speaking about a lake, leaving, going through a mountain... He believed them, but it was so strange, following his daughters into territory unknown... They were so grown-up.

While Squirrelpaw was reckless and a troublemaker, Leafpaw was a the good one, the quieter one, the one you didn't need to worry too much about. He didn't entirely like how Brambleclaw acted towards his daughter, but he never suspected that Leafpaw and Crowpaw's funny little friendship was anything more than that.

When she left again, with Crowfeather, he was... Sad. But not upset with her. The kind of sad you feel when you know your child has grown up enough to not need you the way they used to. It seemed like such a short while ago Leafkit was calling put for her daddy to sleep in the nursery with them tonight because the gentle rain outside was too scary...

But also sad because she'd never told him. He would have accepted it in a heartbeat, moreso than Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight.

He was overjoyed when she came back, but confused when Crowfeather was not with her. During Leafpool's Wish, he tries to give her some comfort. It's okay, honey, sometimes things don't work out.

She's so distracted with her pregnancy that she just nods along. She feels like she doesn't want to burden her father with anything more, what with Thunderclan still recovering from The Boar Attack, including Cinderpelt's death.

She never told him the truth about The Three. But Firestar wasn't stupid. The shape of Jaykit's ears and the stripes on his pelt, Lionkit's eye colour, and Hollykit's voice... He knew they were hers, and putting the 2 puzzle pieces together for their father was not hard. He's come a long way as an orange cat.

Like Shrewfeather though, he assumed it was out of a kindness. Maybe Squirrelflight couldn't have kits of her own, and sweet Leafpool had acted as a surrogate with Crowfeather to provide kits for them. He felt that he shouldn't pry.

Leafpool felt so guilty at not telling her mother and father about things, especially with how close they were to The Three. When the secret came out, she quietly walked into Firestar and Sandstorm's den afterwards and cried to them. They understood and weren't mad in the slightest.

When the secret came out, Firestar was hesitant to punish Leafpool, she'd been through enough... He didn't want to punish his own daughter but when whispers of blood clotting were beginning to start, he had to do something. He wasn't going Onestar's route, when Onestar denamed him into Crowpaw.

He still demotes her, but it's more a formality. She broke a vow about her Starclan connection but let's not prevent cats from getting medical treatment if they need it, okay? He has her go through some Hunter training with her aunt, Lightflower (Princess) but talks in Thunderclan have begun regarding an alternate permanent position for cats that aren't Medicine cats but cannot hunt. In the mean time, she takes up odd jobs all around Thunderclan and hangs around her parents.

Firestar dies protecting Leafpool and Squirrelflight, whom Tigerstar calls "abominations" and attacks during The Great Battle. Firestar dies, but the sisters escape, botb in shock and grief, only getting worse when Tjgerstar drags Firestar's seemingly lifeless body out into a clearing to show off. Leafpool will never forget her father's flaming, holy spirit rising out of his own limp body when Tigerstar least expects it, destroying him, before finally taking his rightful place in Starclan.

And the trial? Ooh, that'll be a doozy. I am going to leave this bit vague, but let's just say there's a reason Firestar still has his title of "Leader of Lionclan".

Moon Flight had better watch herself.

#warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #warriors #wcr #asks #relationship page #leafpool #firestar #fireheart #leafpaw #sandstorm #firesand #squirrelpaw #squirrelflight

[coleskingdom]

Overheard

Pairing Adam Page x f reader Adam Cole x f reader

Rating: M Explicit

Warning: oral f receiving, fngering, thigh riding, squirting,male masturbation, praise kink, daddy kink, threesome.

This was my first attempt at a fic it’s long and got away from me

It’d been a while since you had been at a taping for Dynamite, you had stopped traveling when your own career as a sports agent had taken off. Having helped negotiate the deals for the Elite and since they were signed now you felt comfortable traveling to be with your boyfriend Adam Page.

You were standing at the monitors and after so many years together you could feel him behind you before he even spoke a word. Hey Darlin he said in his southern drawl, you let out a deep breath his presence was like a breath of fresh air. You relaxed back into his chest never taking your eyes off the monitor where Adam Cole and MJF were battling each other in a promo war. Adam put his arms around you and let you stay there against him, perfectly content.You were captivated by Cole taking Max to task, he always was a God on the mic, especially when he slipped back into the ROH version of himself. You hadn’t realized it but you had been biting your lip watching him, but Adam had. The segment ended, and you turned around to find a puzzled look on Pages face. “ Adam, what’s wrong?” you asked genuinely confused by the look on his face. “Nothin Darlin, let’s get out of here. I have a surprise for you later, and right now I could use a drink.”

At the bar in the hotel you both settled in with your drinks, you felt the months of stress melt away. You hadn’t told Adam how hard it was the past year and a half had been, as hard as it was on him, it had been equally as difficult for you. Tonight however everything felt lighter, and you felt more playful as the bourbon coursed its way through your body. Never one for big public displays of affection, tonight you slid closer to him curling up in the booth beside him your hand on his thigh. Adam took a deep breath and took another long swallow of his drink and you watched his face as you moved your hand up his thigh. “Careful, sweetheart” he warned “I know your secret and I have your surprise and if you want to know what it is, you’re going to have to be a good girl” he whispered in your ear. His voice caused a shiver up your spine, and again you bit your lip, you forced yourself to focus back on your drink. Your mind wondered what secret did he know, you had nothing to hide. “You know you have a tell y/n ?” He said laughing “What do you mean?” you asked not knowing where this was headed. “When you’re turned on sweetheart, you bite your lip” You coughed choking on that last swallow of bourbon and motioning to the waiter for another. Adam just laughed pretty pleased he had gotten this reaction out of you. “ I don’t know what you’re talking about “ you said in a haughty tone. “No Sweetheart, none of that, we are not at work and you don’t have to be in control. I think it’s funny, after all of this time you think you can hide things from me.” He said slowly stroking your arm up and down. Your breath caught when he placed his lips on your neck in that spot that made you sigh. “ Do you really think that I don’t know every single thought in your head and that I don’t know every single inch of your body. That I don’t know that I can make your brain shutoff by doing this” He pulled you on to his jean covered thigh, his leg parting yours. “That I can’t make you lose your composure in public just by doing this” He moved your hips discreetly along his thick thigh. You moaned and buried your face into his neck. “That I didn’t see when you bit your lip watching Cole in the ring tonight” You looked at him in his cornflower blue eyes and started to explain. That involuntary response wasn’t on purpose and that you loved him and only him.

“I’m not mad, I’ve suspected for awhile that you’ve had a thing for him.I overheard you and your girlfriends months ago talking about us after that match in Dallas. Tonight just confirmed it.” He said with a slight edge to his voice. Your face flushed and he placed a finger to your lips to silence whatever words you were going to say. Instead kissing you thoroughly and deeply. “Let’s get out of here” you said needing more from him, needing to be closer to him to convey that your body was his and his alone. He lifted you off of his lap through money on the table and led you to the elevator to the room you shared.

In the quiet of the elevator, you turned to face him, searching his eyes trying to read him. He stood there smug in knowing he had truly knocked you off balance. As the floors clicked off one by one you wondered what his surprise was.

The elevator opened into the penthouse suite, this had not been the room you had checked into a few hours ago. Your confusion regarding the change in the room had not allowed you to focus on who else was in the room. “ Surprise Darlin” Page whispered from behind you forcing you to focus to see a relaxed Adam Cole sitting in the living room of this penthouse suite.

Looking at Page then at Cole you could feel your entire body blush and you could feel your panties dampen just by looking at the two

Adam’s. Literally two sides of your darkest desires coming into play at the same time.

“Darlin tonight is all about you, whatever you want,however you want. If you don’t want this he was never here.” Page explained in a soft reassuring voice “If you do want this then tonight is all about your pleasure and making your fantasy come true.”

Cole patted the spot on the couch beside him, “Y/N, I’ve watched you for months and have wondered what it would be like to touch you, taste you, make you say my name. So if you want this know that I want you” You walked over to the couch never losing the grip of Pages hand in yours.

“I want this” you said confidently at Cole, looking at Page “but I don’t want it at the expense of us.” Both Cole and Page just laughed, lost at what was so funny you looked at both of them for a clue. Cole said “she doesn’t know, does she?” “Know, what?” I asked indignantly looking at Page for an answer. “ Sweetheart, you know we were roommates in ROH together, and well on occasion we had been known to share an evening with a beautiful woman.”Realization hitting you that there was much you didn’t know about your Adam.

“ You’re okay with this?” you asked one more time , Page nodded as you as you sat next to Cole. Page took the seat beside you and took down your hair, knowing how much the sensation put you at ease running his fingers through the soft strands. Cole smiled and leaned in kissing you slow at first, searching for reassurance that you wanted this as much as he did. Once satisfied he moved to your neck sucking, biting just hard enough to feel but not enough to leave a mark. You moaned when his mouth left your neck as his hands had gone to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly letting his hands slide across your stomach slowly making his way towards your breasts. Learning ever inch in a painstakingly slow torture that set your body a blaze. You heard a chuckle from Page who had moved to the chair across from the couch. “She’s getting impatient, you better speed it up Cole”. Cole lifted the shirt over your head and finally off your body. Taking a moment to admire you in the dark sapphire blue bra and sighed in appreciation. He kissed your shoulders along your collarbone and down to the top of your breasts. Reaching behind you, you unhooked the bra offering your breasts to him, needing his mouth and hands on you. He weighed your heavy breasts in his hands deciding which to give attention to first. He dipped his head taking your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and blowing on your hardened peak. You moaned in pure pleasure at the attention he paid to your body, running your fingers through this hair and pulling him closer urging him on. His ice blue eyes darkening with lust as he continued his ministrations, now attending to your left breast in the same way. You caught Pages eyes as he watched you being attended to by the other man. He began to rub his hand up and down his thigh, and toying with his belt buckle as the bulge in his pants grew. You were surprised at how turned on he was getting just watching you being slowly tortured by Cole.

“She likes to ride thighs, I heard her talk to her best friend about what she wanted to do to your thigh” Your body betrayed you by moaning at Pages words as Cole situated you on his leg. Your eyes tried to hide your desire. “Seeetheart, what is it that you wanted to do with my thighs? Your wish is my command” Cole said “ I ummm,” you stumbled over words that were on the tip of your tongue. “Darlin Be a good girl and tell him, you don’t want to disappoint him do you?” Page said urging you on. “ I want to use your thigh, I want to make a mess on your thigh.” Cole groaned as he began to glide your hips “What else?” He growled never losing the rhythm he had set for you, you words faltering “I, oh uh, oh God, I want you to go down on me, your face between my legs, tasting and touching me making me drunk.”That earned a groan from both men simultaneously. Page reached down unbuckling his pants freeing his cock stroking it in time with the pace of your hips. Cole lifted you off of his thigh standing you up and he kneeled in front of you unbuttoning your pants , removing your heels, and sliding the fabric down your legs. You felt like your body was on fire , being stared at under the lust filled gazes of both men. Cole moved back to the couch and repositioned you and began to set the pace of you on his jeans clad thigh your back to Cole facing your Adam. “She’s soaked” Cole groaned as your hips began to stutter as he raised his thigh to provide more friction. You felt the pressure building, you knew you were close you whined needing more friction. Cole moved one hand from your hip to the front of your underwear applying pressure on your clit using the fabric as the last bit of friction you needed. You came hard, gushing slick fluid on his thigh, as you looked at Page, as he brought himself to climax. “ Fuck that was hot” Cole said as adjusted him self realizing he was hard as he had ever been.

“Bedroom now” Page said firm and decisive helping you to the bed. Page situated himself behind you, your back to his strong chest as he positioned you at the edge of the bed. Cole strode into the room looking like the cat who ate the canary. “Cole that was just a sign you did a satisfactory job, it’s not the first time that has happened so don’t seem so smug.” Page said coolly studying the man in front of him. “ I bet I can make her do it again” Cole said smugly “I bet I can make her come so hard that she can only scream my name as my tongue and fingers are buried in her." You moaned and shifted raising your hips ready for the challenge. Page laughed “Good thing it’s my name as well, if you can do it maybe we will let you play with us again.” Page began rubbing your breasts in a possessive causing you to moan when he lightly pinched your nipple. A little reminder to the other man he was simply a guest in this situation. He kissed your neck sucking and marking biting making sure there was no doubt you were his.

Cole stood in front of you lowering to his knees removing your panties and tossing them to the floor. The time for teasing was over, he was a man on a mission. He kissed up your thighs, his hands teasing and spreading them so he can settle between them. You began to squirm your hips searching needing relief . “You’re being such a good girl, darlin. Are you having a good time? His mouth on you and my hands on you at the same time. I however will be the only one who fills you tonight, who will feel your walls flutter around my cock. You’re mine.”Page said in the lowest tone of a whisper. “ Yes Daddy”you mewled low enough only he could hear knowing the pleasure those words brought him.

Cole did not take his time he dove in like a man dying of thirst, nipping and sucking your clit, tongue exploring deep in your void. A moan fell from your lips between the sensation from Cole between your legs and Page massaging your breasts and pinching your nipple to provide just the right amount of pain. You ran one hand through Cole’s hair while your other reached back to run your hands through Adam’s. Cole slid two fingers inside making a come hither motion causing your pussy to clinch around his fingers. Jesus he hissed she’s so close , he continued his motions his mouth never leaving your clit. The pressure building was more intense than anything you had felt before. Words started to fail you you were chasing your orgasm “Oh God, oh Adam, oh my god, don’t stop keeping going, please harder right there…. Oh god Adam I’m going to come.” He moved his fingers in a fast deliberate pace, the pressure building in you that you were trying to suppress not wanting this to end but needing it to you. Page stopped massaging your breasts placed his hands firmly on your hips to stop them from rising to meet Cole and whispered “that’s my good girl come for me” that was all it took for you to let go, pleasure ripping through your body in spasms that never felt like they were going to end, you cried out for Adam as the waves kept sweeping through you as Cole worked you through every last moment of your orgasm as he rutted his hips against the bed. Breathless and spent you looked into your Adam’s eyes who were ablaze with need and his hard cock poking you in the back.

Adam moved swiftly on top of you, “Darlin, I’m gonna need you to stay with me, we’re not done yet, be a good girl and trust me” You nodded your head and rolled it to the side where you could see Cole in the chair stroking his cock. Adam turned your face to look him in the eye as he carefully slipped inside you, allowing time for your sensitive pussy to adjust to him. He groaned deeply when he bottomed out and began a slow deliberate rhythm, that was meant to show you how much he loved you. You began to flutter around him,he raised one of your legs around his powerful hip to allow him to set a pace that was bring you both to climax. He could feel how close you were and he never broke eye contact and you felt him twitch inside you so you gripped and pulled him with you as you both came together instead of screaming in ecstasy you chanted his name like a little prayer that only he could here, he collapsed still inside you as you both basked in the afterglow of what happened. He gathered you in his arms, whispering the words only for your ears. Neither of you noticed that Cole had made himself disappear, you were both so blissed out and happy. You fell asleep that way as close to people could be, happy and in love.

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[yoongisleftshoulder]

BTS Reacts: Learning You Have Autism

A/N: I'm just going to say this right off the bat: I myself have never been formally diagnosed with autism so please forgive me if I write anything unintentionally offensive or plain wrong. Feel free to call me out on it if necessary too, I would rather know I did something incorrect than not.

Some of these are written as if it's a new diagnosis (with females in mind, I've heard that it can be much more difficult to get an early diagnosis, many not learning they have it until adulthood because of the original studies only being conducted on males) and some of these are written as if the reader already knew and just let them know for the first time.

JIN:

You and Jin's situation was a little unique. A friend of yours had accidentally spilled that you had autism and you happened to walk into the room mid-conversation, overhearing her tell him. A splash of panic washed over you, unsure of how Jin would react, as your friendship was still somewhat fresh. He noticed your anxious expression and pulled you away to speak privately. Right away, he told you that you didn't have to hide any part of yourself from him, no matter what it was. You didn't have to talk to him right there if you didn't to but he assured you that he would be all ears any time you wanted to start the conversation yourself. Jin was very understanding of the situation, even apologizing that your friend was the one to tell him instead of you, as if it was somehow his fault. Although new, your friendship was solid and nothing was going to change that.

YOONGI:

Telling Yoongi that you had autism turned out to be the easiest thing in the world. During almost the entire conversation, he was silent, listening to you explain all about yourself. When you were done, he continued to stare at you quietly for a moment before casually saying that he suddenly understood why you had certain habits and do things a particular way. Nothing in his mind changed about you, he was only happy that you felt comfortable enough to open up such a large part of yourself to him. If anything, it made him feel closer to you than before.

HOSEOK:

When you told Hoseok that you were autistic, he kind of started to bombard you with questions. He wasn't trying to be rude, he was just attempting to soak in any and all knowledge you could give him about yourself, wanting to know every part of you. There would be many questions about how he could assist you in certain situations and if there was anything he should avoid doing/saying. In the back of his mind, he would be silently afraid of offending or hurting you unintentionally. Hoseok would have a very positive outlook about it and encourage you in life more than anyone else. He wanted nothing more than to keep you happy and make everything easier for you.

NAMJOON:

Namjoon would be the most calm and understanding when it came to your diagnosis. You had mentioned that you suspected it but had never been able to get a proper evaluation until now, so in the mean time he did all the research that he could to prepare and support you if you ended up being medically diagnosed. Even though you had the thought in your head about being autistic, when you were actually faced with the diagnosis, you were unsure of how to feel or react. Making it real was different than having a suspicion. Namjoon would be with you every step of the way, helping you navigate day to day with your new diagnosis.

JIMIN:

Jimin felt bad but he was low-key confused about it at first. This was only because he hadn't really been around anyone with autism to his knowledge and wasn't used to the subject. He knew it didn't change how he felt about you or even how he acted around you but he wanted to know what it meant to you in your own head. The first time you told him, he wanted to talk to you about it all night. He wanted to become an expert on when and if you needed distractions during bad days, when it was best to just talk it out, or signals that you just wanted to be left alone. Unfamiliar with the territory, he didn't bring it up much after the fact, if at all. You were still yourself and he fell for you before he was even aware of your diagnosis. Unsure, but Jimin would absolutely do his best to support you through thick and thin.

TAEHYUNG:

Taehyung couldn't help but feel concerned for you when you had an eval done and were officially diagnosed with autism. Now that you had the diagnosis, a lot about you made sense but both of you admitted that neither of you saw it coming. You didn't seem to change much about how you acted or lived, making him wonder if you were hiding your true feelings about it. He would try to coax it out of you slowly, doing his best not to overwhelm you. Taehyung wanted to be your emotional support boyfriend so the thought that you could be hiding negative feelings from him made him worry. Eventually, when you hadn't yet said anything of the sort, he bluntly asked you how you felt about the diagnosis. You told him that you weren't exactly expecting that to be why you thought differently than others but you were still you. The title didn't change who you were as a person, it only made you understand yourself more. From then on, he didn't question you and only brought it up if you were struggling more than average or went to him yourself.

JUNGKOOK:

Class was in session. Once you told Jungkook for the first time that you had autism, he would want to know all about it. How it affected you on a day to day basis, when you were diagnosed, what it meant to you, etc. Every time you mentioned a difficulty that came along with you specifically, he found himself subconsciously frowning. You had to reassure him that sure, there were bad days, but it's something the two of you could learn to deal with and live with together. His opinion of you would not change whatsoever, he just wanted to make sure you were always safe and comfortable in your own mind.

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[icallhimjoey]

U know I always thought a cute fic idea would be where Joe is on ST set and there’s some riveting scene where he’s rescued from the Upside Down. Yn is the person playing the character but staff have kept Yn hidden from Joe until this point, to build up the suspense and genuine surprise for when he gets rescued in the show. Anyways there’s a riveting scene where Eddie opens his eyes for the first time and yns face is the first thing he sees as she’s in character and “tending” to his wounds. Joe just absolutely immediately smitten like “wow didn’t believe in love at first sight until now” and then as the show filming progresses yn becomes a love interest both on and off screen 😣

the way i felt so awkward writing this because it involves so many people i dont know how to write for, my GOD i hope you like what i've done with it Wordcount: 1.6K

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Shit, that was hot

“Shh shhhh, guys, guys, this is it, quiet!” you managed to get the room quiet enough for the TV to blare over the chatter that had filled the air all throughout the evening.

“Watch that face,” you heard someone mutter from the other side of the sofa.

“It’s so fucking funny,” someone else replied.

You shot eyes at Joe who sat right next to you. He looked annoyed, like he was about to groan, but simultaneously he couldn’t hide his smile. It was adorable.

On screen, in the last episode of the Netflix series you all played parts in, you were all about to watch Eddie getting rescued from the Upside Down. By you.

It hadn’t been revealed to be you yet – not to the audience, as the scene was still working up to its climax, but also not to Joe or many other cast mates when you’d filmed it. It was the biggest secret you had sat on, and it was so difficult to not tell anyone all throughout filming. It had been one of the latter scenes you shot, so getting to know your cast mates had been fun, but the urge of sharing your exciting knowledge with others – never with Joe, you couldn’t fucking wait to see that face – had been almost too much to handle. There was a reason you’d be in quiet meetings with Matt and Ross so often. You just needed to talk about it with someone, just to get your excited jitters out so you’d be able to hold the news off for longer.

During filming, people had heard that there was a piece of script entirely blacked out.

“Ooh, that’s new.” Natalia had mused when Keery had asked her if Nancy was the one to save Eddie from the Upside Down. Natalia had reacted confused; was Eddie going to be saved from the Upside Down? That hadn’t been in her script.

“But look,” Joe had shown them pages of his script, which had so much blacked out dialogue, directions and even character names, he didn’t even know how he was going to rehearse any of it. "It's just directions for me- for Eddie, and then... it's all this shit. What do I do with this?"

“That’s the point.” Matt had made clear when Joe had gone to him with questions. “It’s such a pivotal part in the episode, we need to build maximum suspense and get your genuine reaction as Eddie.” They had skipped the full chuck at the table read and left everyone fully in the dark.

“You don’t think I can act surprised?” Joe had pressed them, instantly insecure at his abilities and his work up until that point, but Matt didn’t want to discuss it any further.

In make-up, Sadie asked if you’d heard about the surprise scene. You had to do your best to pretend to hear of the news for the first time. Amy and Sarah from the make-up department had listened in and you wondered if they knew – why would they need to, you thought first, but then you realized they’d need to get you ready for it when it was time to shoot. Of course they knew. But they’d kept silent, and Sadie hadn’t suspected a thing.

It almost slipped out of you when you heard Gaten talk to Joe and they were both so sure it was going to have to be Keery, the dude who’d asked pretty much everyone if they were the one that was blacked out. Surely, it was to distract from himself. Some sort of sick power-play, having everyone else talking about it and trying to figure it out as he got to sit back all-knowingly.

The small parts of the pages Joe had shown everyone before being told off by Matt and Ross – “Keep that to yourself, Joe. We hand people individual scripts for a reason.” – were perceived to be at least a little flirty. And who had Eddie been the flirtiest with throughout everything they’d filmed up until that point? Definitely Steve.

The words were so close to rolling off your tongue, wanting to pull Gaten aside and let him in on your secret, just to be able to shoot him looks whenever people would talk about it, just so you wouldn’t be suffering by yourself. But the NDA kept you from spoiling the surprise to anyone.

At the last minute, they had to let Maya know. Just her. She’d be on the call sheet as a distraction as to not give anything away to Joe. She didn’t have any scenes that day – you clearly had, but they kept you under wraps. They got Natalia and Joe Keery ready too, for a scene they had together, which still left Joe in the dark as to what exactly Eddie’s faith would be. And then Joel walked onto set, and Joe thought he knew for sure. “Of course, it’s uncle Wayne!” he said when he hugged him, but Joel didn’t know what he meant, and it left Joe with just as little of an inkling as before.

The day before shooting, and with Maya in on it now, you had to come up with reasons to explain your giggles whenever you’d make eye contact. “Maya broke a chair in the make-up trailer,” you said to Joe when you’d gotten strange looks from him. “Catering is doing a number on me.” Maya had laughed, rubbing her hand over her stomach, prompting you to laugh louder.

Your big watch-party of the series had turned into talking over whatever was happening on screen, reminiscing, and reminding each other of inside jokes, alternating with the odd silence when special effects would overwhelm you all to shut up and watch. And now the moment had come, where Eddie was about to almost miss his chance to get out and survive the alternate dimension. By now everyone knew it had been you who was the blacked out person with the blacked out dialogue and blacked out directions, but that didn’t make watching Joe’s reaction to it less fun.

You remembered everyone’s reaction on set when Joe was made to close his eyes as they called cut for just enough time to get you onto set, into the scene. Some of them had seen you be walked in, and had gasped, and Joe Keery had whispered "I fucking knew it," which had only added to the suspense Joe had felt in that moment. The Duffer brothers knew they could do more shots if they needed to, but the dream was to get it all in first go, just because they hadn’t put so much work into keeping secrets just for them to use a shot that wasn’t that first, true, genuine reaction.

When they called action, Joe needed to keep his eyes closed for longer as two hands managed to grab hold of him and yank him out of the situation he was in before shooting Hopper’s police weapon that your character had stolen from his abandoned house in the woods. You shot it right into the face of whatever monster the Upside Down tried to attack Eddie, which would be put in later by the SFX team.

“Watch his face, watch,” you pointed, as giddy as you could be.

“It’s the line, it’s so good!” Keery slapped his own leg repeatedly in suspense for what he was about to hear.

After the shots were fired, and Joe, as Eddie, had bunched himself up on the ground in self-defense, he had opened his eyes and had seen you, holding that gun, arm outstretched, the bad-assery practically dripping off of you. It had done something to Joe, and so that showed in Eddie’s face too – the cameras had captured it perfectly. “Whoa, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until now,” Joe spoke as Eddie in his heavy American accent, panting from the action scene. You had turned back to look at him, and you chuckled. “We’ve seen each other lots, idiot.” And you’d held out your hand to help him stand. “Exactly. But I just now realized I’ve loved you all along. Shit, that was hot.” And then Joe had pulled you in for a kiss that you had gladly accepted. It was the kind of kiss that felt like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have – like the world was going to end and you didn’t have tomorrow together. You remember being able to feel Joe's heartbeat in his chest, absolutely desperate to beat its way out of his ribcage. The kiss stopped abruptly though when it got called cut on, and had Matt and Ross laughing as they waved for the two of you to stop making out. They hadn’t included the kiss in the show, but everything else had stayed in.

“Shit, that was hot,” Keery quoted Eddie as he watched it, nodding along and his face showed how cool he thought the line was. It had everyone laughing, but Gaten was in hysterics. Joe was so embarrassed, and you took advantage, poking him in the sides as you watched his face scrunch.

“Okay, okay, all right,” Joe tried to calm the room down.

“Best bit of the show,” you cooed, your face too close to his for the company you were in. “Better than dontcha, big boy?” Joe raised his eyebrows at you. You’d gone on about that line endlessly after witnessing Joe ad-lipping it. “Mmmh, maybe not,” you said, leaning in and kissing Joe on the lips. You were instantly met with thrown over pieces of popcorn.

“You’re damn right, it's not.” Joe Keery commented, stuffing the rest of his handful of popcorn into his mouth.

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[baronessblixen]

Today's prompt: 20. “This better be good.”

Rated M/banter/humor(?): Mulder can't sleep, but luckily, Scully is there to listen… and maybe more. (wc: 982)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 9: Talk Vanilla to Me

Mulder can’t sleep. That in itself isn’t a rare occurrence; it is, however, whenever Scully is sleeping next to him. And to his greatest joy – and surprise – she is. She knocked on his motel room earlier and didn’t say a word after he opened the door and let her in. He had to bite back a smile and a comment. After all, she made that rule about not sleeping together while on a case.

If it were up to him, they’d spend every night together from now on. For better or worse. But once again, he’s getting ahead of himself. They’ve only been dating for a few weeks. Or rather they’ve been sleeping together for a few weeks. They haven’t been on a single date yet. No official dates, anyway. They’ve had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. Have had conversations about everything under the sun. They've even had movie nights. Now they’ve added that last puzzle piece to their partnership, too.

Lately, with Scully in his bed (or hers), he’s been sleeping like a rock. It’s simply more fun to go to bed when you have someone there waiting for you. Especially if that someone is Scully. She’s not the reason he can’t fall asleep tonight. It’s that case they’re working on. Or not even that. It’s what their suspect yelled at him when they finally caught and arrested him earlier. “I bet you and your wife only have vanilla sex, you idiot.” He can live with the idiot, and he doesn’t mind that someone thinks he’s married. It’s the vanilla sex he minds. The insinuation.

“Scully,” Mulder asks in a whisper. “Are you awake?”

“No,” she mumbles into her pillow, her head turned away from him.

“I can’t sleep,” he says, kicking his legs. Scully sighs and a moment later she’s facing him, her eyes red-rimmed and small. He’d feel guilty, but she’s so beautiful, and he can’t help but grin at her.

“I don’t have that problem,” she says, and her eyes droop again. “Why can’t you sleep?” she asks sounding half-asleep and snuggling closer to him. One thing he loves about sleepy Scully is how needy she is. All her defenses down, she constantly seeks his warmth and he gives it to her willingly.

“What that guy said earlier,” he says. “About me and my wife having vanilla sex. I can’t get that out of my head.” She stares at him, confusion written all over her face.

“He’s a creep, Mulder. That’s why we arrested him, remember?”

“Yes. It’s not what he said – I mean, it is. Why do we call it vanilla sex, Scully? Why did become the word vanilla a synonym for plain? And what’s wrong with plain sex anyway?”

“Mulder,” she whines. “Can we do this in the morning, please? It’s late.” He bets that she’s regretting crawling into his bed tonight.

“But- vanilla, Scully. It’s the second most expensive spice after saffron. Did you know that?”

“It’s also the most popular ice cream flavor,” she throws back at him with a yawn.

“Only one orchid in the whole world grows vanilla beans.”

“The vanilla planifolia,” Scully says, and his cock stirs.

“Hmm, talk biology to me.”

“As you probably know, orchids are very high-maintenance. The vanilla planifola blooms once a year. Once a year, Scully, and needs to be hand-pollinated. Growing and cultivating vanilla is difficult. Not many people even know how to do it. Vanilla used to be rare and was only available to rich people. How can anyone call that plain?”

“You’re right, Mulder. It shouldn’t be called vanilla sex. Happy now?”

“It’s so hot when you agree with me,” he says, nuzzling her nose and making her giggle. “But I know you're only doing it so I’ll let you sleep. Do you wanna know what I’m thinking about now?” he asks.

“This better be good,” she says, but she sounds more awake than she did a moment ago.

“I’m thinking about this.” His lips brush hers softly, giving her just a taste of a maybe.

“Hmm,” she says, licking her lips, and making him tingle all over.

“Good enough?” he asks, daring to let his fingers dance over her skin where her pajama top gapes open.

“Not enough,” she says, tugging at his shirt. A sign he’s come to understand as her wanting him to take it off. Who is he to argue? His shirt comes off and Scully’s hand doesn’t stay idle. Her eyes on his, she lets her hand explore his chest and lets it wander further down where she stops at the waistband of his boxers. His cock is straining against the fabric, wanting to be touched.

“So,” he asks, swallowing hard as he helps her take off her pajama top, salivating at the sight of her breasts. He feels hungry. So very hungry. He can’t finish his sentence, or his thought, because her nipple is beckoning him.

“So what, Mulder?” She groans, leaning into his touch. She’s as eager, as hungry, as he is.

“How do you like vanilla sex?” he asks, his hand slipping into her pants, making her moan gently.

“Vanilla has always been one of my favorite flavors.” She copies him, sneaks her hand into his boxer shorts, and takes his penis out to stroke it.

“You don’t think it’s plain?”

“I don’t want to talk about vanilla now. I want to do this.” She takes him into her mouth and Mulder decides she is right. He no longer wants to talk about anything. When she’s driven him half mad, and he returns the favor, making her fly high for the first time this night with his mouth, he thinks he can taste it on her lips. When he enters her, and his mouth meets hers, he’s convinced he’s tasting the sweet warmth of vanilla on her lips. There’s nothing plain about it at all.

#fictober23 #i've been meaning to write this for ages #i hope i haven't already written it and forgotten omg #new fear unlocked #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[hollowboobtheory]

AITA for assuming my girlfriend wanted an open relationship?

I (24m) am poly, and am pretty open about that fact in my dating life. polyamory can mean a lot of different things for different people, so for context, to me, it means emotionally and sexually intimate relationships with multiple people at once, aka having multiple girlfriends. they don't have to be dating each other, as long as they're okay with each other's presence. I currently have one girlfriend and one (very recent) ex-girlfriend. i'd been seeing S (23f) for longer than C (26f). she was aware i was seeing C and excited to meet her.

i brought up the idea of an open relationship pretty much right away with C, because i hate the idea of leading someone on. she told me she was seeing seven men, including me, so i sort of took that to mean we were on the same page. i was kind of impressed she had the emotional bandwidth for that many simultaneous relationships, actually.

anyway, as my relationship with C progressed, i noticed her seeming sort of distant. i invited her over, introduced her to a couple of my friends, talked about my personal history, etc. and she did not reciprocate. in fact, she made me promise i wouldn't google her name because she had a messy past she didn't want me hearing about before she was ready to tell me herself. ooh, mysterious. but by our six month mark, she hadn't opened up at all. in fact, she seemed more distant than ever. she told me she had a friend who was going through a difficult time and needed her support, which i understood. but it got me thinking about how i'd never met this friend who was pregnant with her future godbaby and she didn't seem to want to meet my friends and i felt like i barely knew her.

this is when i started to suspect we'd had some wires crossed. i realized i might be a semi-regular booty call to her, not a real boyfriend. to be clear, that's fine! if that's all she wants, that's fine. but i, personally, want more out of a relationship.

so i had her over to tell her that i was beginning to suspect we were looking for different things in a relationship. this is when she started to get upset, saying i was dumping her for asserting her boundaries, but it got weird when i referenced us having an open relationship. she got really quiet then asked if i'd been cheating on her. this was extremely confusing to me, as i'd mentioned S countless times to her and been trying to get them to meet. it was not in any way a secret. then she told me she'd thought S was my sister and that she was actually making her seven boyfriends compete for her affections so she could eventually pick one to actually date.

now, this really just affirmed my decision to break up, because that is DEFINITELY not what i'm looking for in a relationship. I admittedly got a little mad here, because she wanted me to be monogamous to her when she wouldn't even let me meet her best friend whose child she's going to be the godmother of. i called her setup a fucked up harem of subs, which is fine if all your subs are aware of and consenting to the setup, but i was not aware.

that said, she really did seem genuinely hurt. i've been able to gather that she'd been cheated on in the past, so it must have been a painful subject for her. should i have made more of an effort to communicate my side of the situation?

oh yeah i also called myself by my nickname, which i don't usually do with her because she hates nicknames, but she called that childish and a red flag and said she was dodging a bullet. so. there's that too.

#beck rambles #gwennifer's baby

[mushroomnoodles]

So Simon is just gone just like that!? That must've been horrible Morri to see when he woke up!😢 like imagine saying goodnight to your dad and thinking what you'll do the next day together and he's just...gone. And how did Marceline react to Simon's death and Morri now down a parent?

tw parental death, grief, angst in general, god kid is raising themself

churning out some of these questions that i wanna answer with no art, mostly because i want people to know what happened/my thoughts even if i don't feel like drawing or don't have time to.

it was absolutely horrible for little 13 year old (250 year old) morrigan! they were very distraught and confused, because simon didn't even age or give them a warning. a thing they won't forget is the coffee machine was still on, with a full pot.

the emotional devastation sorta kickstarted their dormant god powers, and when they were silently trying to preserve simon's body (they didn't want him to rot, they wanted him to stay with them forever) they initially turned him to stone. morri has been highly intelligent since conception, so they don't exactly think like a teenager, more like a naive adult i'd say, but they're also still a child if that makes sense? they want their papa, they feel safe around him, they love him.

after their initial bewilderment they realized they could sort of force his body into whatever they wanted (remembering those long past memories of grasping for things with their powers while simon was still carrying them, changing those objects and hearing simon react to it) and turned his corpse into a crown that they could hold onto.

they couldn't really bear to be in the house, and they just wanted their dad back, so they simply left with some stuff they thought they'd need (they did want to be an adventurer when they were younger, so they had a loose idea of what to take).

when their judgement wasn't so clouded by leave me alone, my dad is dead, they were afraid pb would do things like she did when they were still in the womb without simon to protect them and also feared that they would be suspected for simon's death due to their. uh. nature. and they didn't want to tell marceline.

morri chose to navigate their puberty alone (and it was such an itchy one, growing spikes and claws) and when more powers came in (portals to other parts of the world, portals to other universes, floating) with no stable guide of their own they took to.. less than healthy coping mechanisms when they found bringing their dad back to life was going to be a lot harder than anticipated. every now and then, they'd hear of marceline looking for them, and they'd avoid her, ever so determined to "fix" things so they could go back to normal and their family would be fine.

morri did have a few on and off parental figures, especially when they were younger- kind strangers looking out for them for a bit before they scampered off again.

marcy, by the way, was having an equally terrible time. from her point of view, simon and morrigan both up and disappeared without a trace. why? how? she couldn't find simon, and with morrigan's inability to be physically documented, it was very difficult to pinpoint where her little sibling went. at first she thought GOLB had something to do with it, and sort of still does. but the thought that simon has died has crossed her mind many a time.

marcy is a bit harder for me to characterize so i think i'll leave it there for her.

#a #nothin but words #plainvanilla #tw angst #tw parental death #tw grief #a little fun fact is morris hair was simon's length (and laid similarly) when simon died #and that's why their hair is soooo long #though its also a nod to their big sister marcy #golbaby

[intersex-support]

I've started grappling with and trying to accept the idea that I am intersex, and just never knew my whole life. Its so vividly painful. Especially trying to know what it may mean for me being trans. Do you how to deal with intersex related trauma? Its difficult to process because gender dysphoria is a large factors influencing how I feel.

I'll add more context here. I'm amab. I am transfem. I think that I have some form of AIS (either partial or mild, im still figuring that out) the best way I can explain my situation is my 1st puberty was much lesser than lets say a cis man for comparison. My body hair has always been thinner and slow growing, I have always been shorter (5'6), I have a curvy figure. (I fully have wide hips and I'm almost certain I've had very small breast buds ever since I was young. My actual chest has always been a bit bigger) I've had far less muscle than most cis men. I have very feminine facial features and have been told I pass without makeup or anything. For as long as I can remember my ejaculate has always been very clear (I suspect I may be infertile, though I've never gotten it tested) my genitals don't seem to have developed at all of the same rate or in the same way as a cis mans. Mine are smaller compared to others. I suspect they may not have ever "fully grown" so to speak. Im not lacking anything or have anything extra.(sorry for genital talk!) I just feel very lost.

Thank you so much

Hi anon 💜

Dealing with intersex related trauma can be so, so difficult, and I'm glad you reached out. I think based on what you shared about your body and puberty that it makes a lot of sense that you think you might be intersex. Those experiences of having different traits than your peers, or going through puberty in a way that was different than you expected, can be really complicated experiences even if we don't feel negative about our body or those traits. It can be emotionally exhausting when we look back through our childhood and analyze our body and experiences to try to put the pieces together and figure all of it out, so I just want to affirm that it's totally okay if you're feeling lost and overwhelmed right now.

It's okay to take things at whatever pace feels right to you. You're the same person that you've always been, even if now you're figuring out new information about yourself and what that means for you. You don't have to change anything about the way you identify or how you move through the world, but it's okay if you do feel like being intersex is impacting your life in a new way. I know I felt really, really confused and was really lost about how being intersex impacted my gender. I felt like I had failed at something, and didn't know if I could still identify as a trans man because I felt like I had never really been "AFAB," in the first place, and I just didn't know what it could look like to be trans and intersex at the same time. But there really are no rules and no right way to do this. I eventually came to really feel secure in my identity as someone who was both intersex and trans. My dysphoria comes from both places, my intersex body feels natural and right, and my trans identity reflects my experiences of growing up one way and then embracing my transition. There's no right way to think or feel about any of this, but know that there are so many trans and genderqueer intersex people out here and that you are absolutely not alone. You can be both trans and intersex and live as both fully.

It really helped me to talk to other intersex people and explore the intersex community. I know that other intersex people have saved my life-the connection and love I've found in the intersex community is really beautiful. If that's something you're interested in exploring, Interconnect used to be the AIS support group and now runs a support group for all intersex people. And if you send an ask off anon, I can send you a link to our intersex discord if that's something you're interested in.

I think something else that helped me to deal with intersex trauma and the process of intersex discovery was just to give myself permission to take things as slow as I needed to and experience all these feelings without shame. Sorting through my feelings around some intersex trauma took years, and a lot of journaling and talking to intersex people and trying to put words to experiences. I didn't feel proud or like I loved my intersex body for so many years, but being in intersex spaces where people were sharing those feelings was something that was so helpful for me. So whatever your journey looks like-whether you want to seek medical involvement right away, whether you want to go through self reflection, whether you want to jump right into community spaces-any of that is so valid.

And I just want to affirm that it's okay if it all feels incredibly painful right now, and at the same time I really truly believe it will not be this painful forever, and I want you to have access to some of that hope. I felt so terrible about being intersex at first and didn't think I could ever feel okay about it, but day by day it started to feel more natural and beautiful and right, and it started to make more sense the way it fit into my life.

Here's a bunch of random resources in case you're interested:

Intersex Variations Glossary

Intersex Organizations

XOXY memoir about living with AIS

Truly sending so much love and solidarity, and feel free to reach out with any questions, if you just need to vent, if you need help navigating the medical side of things--literally anything.

Best wishes 💜💜💜

#intersex #actuallyintersex #ais

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Chapter 18

A/N: You already know what to expect, but to be honest I was the one taken by surprise at how emotional this turnt out to become. MASTERPOST

Akashi had unpacked his stuff, and was settling into his room. He had to come up with a way to explain to his grandmother that you needed their help too, and he was doing so as he took in what was now going to be his new bedroom. It would take some time getting used to call this place his home, but the bedroom next to his mother's old one had been neatly kept. He suspected his grandmother of sleeping here on occasion, perhaps in an attempt to cling to Shiori's memory, it was just way too homely for a regular guest room. Which made it an excellent bedroom, its welcoming and warm vibe making him able to relax. His bedroom had a nice view over the garden, too. He could see from over here, that it truly was more impressive then his father's, and he could see various exotic flower species he had never seen up close before. As he saw his grandmother take a stroll in the garden, he saw his chance and left straight away. He made sure to memorize his way from the bedroom to the door. The moment he stepped even a few meters from the door, the strong scents of flowers hit his nose. The garden wasn't just vibrant and gorgeous, Akashi could see the flowers were all in perfect condition and well cared for. "Admiring your grandmother's garden?" Akashi turnt around to see his grandmother approach him from the other direction. "I am. Your gardener truly has skill, and I could see so many different species from my bedroom window. You must really love flowers." He said, and immediately felt stupid. It sounded so stupid, but his grandmother just smiled. "I do, as well as that I really used to love travelling but that's getting more difficult with my age. I always used to bring some seeds from flower species I encountered on my travels, to bring something of my journey back with me." His grandmother's eyes were fond as they recalled the memories, and she let out a satisfied, 'hmph'. "Where have you been to?" "Darling, you should rather ask where haven't I been to?" His grandmother grinned, and Akashi strangely enough felt tears welling in his eyes. With his father, conversations had often been so strained. His grandmother, on the other hand, talked with his so casually and lovingly that he just wasn't used to- not after his mother. As tears began to leak down his cheeks, his grandmother pulled him in for a hug. "Please, don't cry my Sei-tan. I know it's been difficult." She rubbed his back comfortingly, and he sobbed once more into his grandmother's arms. "Everything feels so overwhelming. Father just crossed the line and I, I just don't understand why. I feel so confused and I cannot help but feel so scared too. My girlfriend's mother can be so unstable and she sounded so upset. It feels like the universe is trying to rip us apart and have us tortured by the ones who are supposed to love us the most. I don't want to lose this relationship grandma, she's been the best thing that happened to me since mom introduced me to basketball!" "Shhh, you won't. She can stay here for a few days, unstable people don't always stay that way. Perhaps her mother will cool down a bit, and I will have her mother looked into to see if there's something we can do." "You'd do that?" Akashi asked incredulous. "Of course, I would. If you fear for her safety, it should be wise for her to stay away from her mother right now. I will not tolerate any premarital sex under my roof, though." His grandmother strictly adressed, and Akashi would have done a spittake if he had been drinking anything, instead, he choked down a sob. More tears leaked, this was just unbelievable. His grandmother's warmth was just like his mother's and just thinking about that made him cry more.

As Rima Kaneshiro had made sure her grandson was taking a relaxing bath after he had texted you that a driver sent by his grandmother would pick you up, the old lady cracked her knuckles. "Shirabuki-san, please pick up miss l/n-san and ask her for the basic groundwork in regards to her mother. In the meantime, I will figure out what to do with that piece of shit my daughter unfortunately married." Rima's eyes glittered darkly, as Masaomi hadn't been wrong that Akashi had gotten his Emperor streak from his grandmother. And now she was out for vengeance.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #basic instinct #shiori akashi #knb akashi #akashi seijuurou x reader

[rosewritesfanfics]

Not Your Fault

Sora x reader (It's fluffy this time I promise)

The battle you and your team had faced today was one of the toughest yet. On top of the usual antagonizing from Organization Thirteen, Hollow Bastion had been completely overrun with heartless. You and your friends must have struck down hundreds if not thousands, only to learn each one taken out by the keyblade only helped the organization in their goal of collecting hearts. Sora had then become hesitant to fight back, and you were quickly surrounded by the neverending swarm of heartless. After being saved by Maleficent of all people, you eventually all ended up back on the gummi ship. After realizing you were safe, the exhaustion finally set in.

Goofy thought it would be smart to find somewhere to rest, to which Donald recommended spending the night at Disney Castle. You suspected it was just because he wanted to see daisy again, although you weren't opposed to the idea of staying there either. With no heartless around the castle, you all could sleep easy. That was how you found yourself in one of the many spare bedrooms. Despite the fancy furniture and decor, it actually felt quite homey. The extra soft blankets were a plus too.

You were ready to settle in for the night when you heard shuffling outside your door. At first you were caught off guard, you assumed the rest of your friends went to bed a while ago. Even if you knew all the heartless here had been defeated, you cautiously pressed your ear to the door to make sure it was safe. Once you heard a familiar voice mumbling outside the door though, you quickly relaxed.

"This is dumb, she's probably asleep already." Sora whispered to himself behind the door, starting to turn away right as you opened it. It was clear he hadn't meant to be so loud, and was a tad bit startled when he saw you. You had never seen his face turn so red before.

"Sora? Not that I don't appreciate your company, but what are you doing here?" You asked. "You said you were going to bed hours ago."

"I couldn't sleep, I was hoping I could talk to you for a while, but if your about to sleep I won't keep you-" he began to explain, before you cut him off.

"No no no, I really don't mind." You invited him inside the room as you talked. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Honestly anything, I'm still thinking about the battle earlier. I really just want to get my mind to stop thinking about it." Sora yawned midway through talking. His hair was slightly tousled, likely from tossing and turning all night. He must really be exhausted for him to open up like this. Even if Sora wasn't a closed off person, he still found it difficult to talk about the things that bothered him.

You and him both sat on your bed, talking for what felt like hours. You shared your favorite stories from your adventures, your hopes for after the battle was over, what you missed most about the islands, and really anything that came to mind. You couldn't recall the last time you both felt this relaxed and safe. If you could keep Sora smiling like this for the rest of time you would. Any thoughts about Sora returning to his own room were long forgotten.

Eventually you both shifted to lay down, sharing a blanket to shake off the night's chill. He pulled it up a bit more when he saw you shiver. The two of you had also moved closer together, only a small space remaining between you. The silence after your conversation was comfortable, with the sounds of the wind and his breathing lulling you to sleep. Just as you felt yourself drifting off, Sora finally asked the question that had truly been bothering him.

"Do you think I've made this whole mess with the organization worse?" At your confused look he elaborated. "They said everytime I use my keyblade I've just helped them collect more hearts. Every heartless I struck down only helped them in the long run. Now they somehow found out about Kairi, what if they go after Riku because of me too?"

"Sora, no, you haven't done anything to make this worse, it's like goofy said, the heartless would only keep destroying the worlds if you didn't stop them." He looked like he was about to argue, but you spoke again before he could. "The organization was going to find a way to collect hearts anyway. At least now we know more about what they're planning. Kairi and Riku are both strong, they'll be ok."

Sora didn't respond, instead he moved to hold your hand beneath the blanket. You could tell this had been eating at him since he heard what the organization's been using him for. You could only hope he believed what you told him, that it wasn't his fault. You squeezed his hand as a form of reassurance, and he squeezed back. The two of your were now slightly closer together, Sora didn't let go of your hand, even after you'd finished talking.

It was quiet for the rest of the night. You fell asleep first, with Sora following shortly after. He was surprised how much he enjoyed talking with you and just letting out whatever was on his mind. Your presence alone helped to relax him. Sora found he wouldn't mind spending more time like this together in the future.

When Sora (surprisingly) woke up before you the next day, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in the room he'd been given. The second was that his face was resting on the top of your head. His arms were also wrapped around you, turns out you two had started cuddling while you were both asleep. As he began to wake up more, he slightly panicked. He almost shouted in embarrassment, but stopped himself, remembering you were still sleeping.

He didn't want to wake you up by moving, but he also wanted food. The queen had said something about pancakes yesterday and he didn't want to miss it. He tried to gently move your arm, but you only pulled him closer in your sleep. Looks like he'd be stuck here for a while. When he saw how peaceful you looked while sleeping though, he found he didn't really mind. Pancakes could wait he decided, letting himself fall back to sleep still holding you.

#kingdom hearts x reader #sora x reader #kh x reader

[laxmiree]

[CN] 5th Anniversary - Lucien (Creative Workshop)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

I was surprised and delighted to pick up the "gift" that was left in it- a pink and purple gemstone.

“It's so beautiful… I discovered that it looks a lot like your eyes.”

“This seems to be a poudretteite, one of the rarest gemstones in the world.”

“He knows very well that this box is difficult to crack, so the person who can unlock it-”

“-must be worthy of this precious gift.”

✧ 5th Anniversary Event | Prologue | Creative Workshop (You’re here!) | King Fuk Street | Wonderland | Star Plaza | Final Day- Heart Rain Lake | Roast! | Truth and Dare Pinball Machine | Random Event tidbits

MC: Oh no, I think I left our camera in the hotel room!

MC: (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) What's wrong with my memory? I obviously thought about it before I left the hotel!

Lucien: Rather than memory, I would say that MC is now a bit confused

MC: I'll go back and get it now, so don't follow me around.

Lucien: I actually have a quicker way to do it, but it requires some small payment.

MC: What about… Mua! Will this be enough?

Lucien: This payment is slightly more than expected, so let me help you find it directly.

MC: Is it possible that you already helped me...?

Lucien: My confused lady, please look down.

Lucien: It's always hanging on your chest.

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MC: There seems to be a street full of DIY craft stores -

Lucien: They are creative workshops.

Lucien: This place is focused on DIY creativity for tourists to "create freely".

MC: This "Mr. Tour Guide" is very impressive - his language is simple and straightforward.

Lucien: So the next time you have a similar question, you can ask me directly.

MC: Then the almighty Professor Lucien… please recommend a handicraft store for me~

Lucien: There are many options. After all, MC's craftsmanship is always very good.

Lucien: Like the cute shaped bento, ceramic couple mug...

Lucien: Or some small ingenuity that appears at home from time to time.

Lucien: So I think it's a good idea to visit every store and try it.

MC: I've been complimented so much, so I really need to show off~

Along the way, Lucien familiarly took me to experience a lot of creative handicraft shops, which made me suspect that this person secretly did his homework before coming.

However, the emerging suspicion dissipated in the lovely handiwork-

A pair of chubby little fox and rabbit crystal key pendants looking crystal clear under the sunlight.

MC: I now seem to appreciate the charm of DIY~ it has an extraordinary power to make things unique.

MC: Like both of them, each outline can't be reproduced a second time.

As I said that, I held up the little cuties and shook them.

Lucien: I agree, but I have another interpretation.

Lucien: Very often, a unique presence emerges first, and then something different and unique is derived from that presence.

Lucien: For example, because of you, there are them.

MC: And to cite another example, it is because Professor Lucien brought me here that they are here.

Lucien: My student seems to be getting smarter and wiser.

While talking, he inadvertently slowed his pace, and a small wooden store broke into my view.

The display window is filled with boxes made of different materials and in different shapes

Wooden Luban locks, steel triangular cones, and nearly a hundred other strange objects occupied my eyes.

Lucien slightly leaned down and looked at the various delicate boxes with me.

Lucien: This store seems to be more special than other creative stores. Should we go in and take a look?

I nodded and walked in with Lucien. This is a small store specializing in the production of mechanical boxes. According to the guidebook, the fun of deciphering is up to five stars

Considering that I had a highly intelligent genius with me, I confidently jumped at the chance and dragged Lucien to the service desk.

A store clerk dressed in a professional style enthusiastically introduced us.

Clerk: The machine boxes you see now were designed by previous customers.

Clerk: Experience the process of choosing the box of your choice, unlock the mechanism, and get the gift left by the last customer…

Clerk: Then modify the box, design your mechanism, and put in the gifts you want to leave behind.

Clerk: If you're interested, pick a box you like.

He guided us to a wooden shelf. Looking at the different shapes, I had difficulty choosing. I glanced at Lucien and saw that he was seriously surveyed.

MC: Why are all these boxes open and clawed?

Lucien: Perhaps because the designers have different personalities, the appearance of the presentation will be very rich.

MC: That's right... Then I must look for a new one~

I said as I carefully scanned the shelves, and suddenly my eyes lit up- In one corner of the wooden shelf was an extraordinarily simple, unadorned square box.

Maybe because of the minimalist style is particularly conspicuous around here, I have a kind of inexplicable good feeling about it

Lucien: Ah, looks like MC has chosen?

MC: Um, it feels like the most eye-catching!

MC: And I have a hunch that although this box looks simple, something may be hidden inside that makes people want to explore it!

As I was fiddling with it and ready to start unlocking the mechanism, I suddenly thought of something.

MC: Lucien, don't you want to choose?

He stood calmly as if he had already prepared.

Lucien: I already had my choice long ago.

He pointed to the mechanical box in my hand.

Lucien: I want the box you designed.

Lucien: I'm only interested in your box. I don't care about the other boxes.

The floor lamp mixed with the remaining sunlight, reflecting those eyes that were like deep water.

MC: Oh? Does it mean… that Professor Lucien is very confident that he can solve my modified mechanical box?

He looked at me quietly, with a look of certainty.

MC: Hmph! Just wait. I'll make it difficult for you!

However, after a few minutes, I don't know if it was because I was too slow to open the box or the store was too hot, but my palms were sweating.

MC: Uh...

There are very few buttons, but no matter how I fiddled, it did absolutely nothing.

It seems that I am not wrong about this ordinary box. It truly hides...

There was always a glance falling on me, and I curled my lips in frustration and buried my face in Lucien's coat.

MC: Ugh! Lucien, I reasonably suspect that the person who designed this box did it on purpose! They simply don't want the next person to solve the puzzle.

The chest beneath my cheeks vibrated slightly as if he were suppressing laughter.

Lucien: Doesn't that just mean you've stepped into his trap?

I blinked in puzzlement as I looked at his face.

MC: What does that mean?

Seeing that he smiled but did not say anything, I held up the box and repeatedly turned it upside down, trying to find a flaw. But except for a few switch-like buttons, it was almost seamless.

MC: I don’t see any trap… But there must be a reason for so many buttons, right?

Lucien's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to smooth out my bangs.

Lucien: I think it's supposed to… fascinate you and get you into his rhythm.

MC: …You mean, instead of thinking about the design logic of the other party, it is better to slowly decipher it according to my own rhythm?

Lucien did not say anything, just smiled. I thought about it and once again lowered my head and started tinkering.

Although I haven't figured out the pattern yet, I believe that if I patiently try every possible answer in every combination-

I would be able to discover its true side.

I don't know how long it took, but when I pressed the button for almost the 1000th time, with a "click", the box in my hand instantly fell apart into pieces of springs, iron, and small steel balls.

At the same time, there was a beautiful twinkle of light.

I was surprised and delighted to pick up the "gift" that was left in it- a pink and purple gemstone.

MC: This man is so generous. How can he give a precious gem as a gift?

I took the gemstone and held it out in front of Lucien. His deep eyes were slightly twinkling within the translucent gemstone.

MC: It's so beautiful… I discovered that it looks a lot like your eyes.

He smiled, and his fingertips pointed to the gem that I was holding.

Lucien: This seems to be a poudretteite*, one of the rarest gemstones in the world.

MC: This gift is too valuable!

Lucien: I think it shows that the man really valued his own design.

Lucien: He knows very well that this box is difficult to crack, so the person who can unlock it-

Lucien: -must be worthy of this precious gift.

MC: Then I have to cherish it properly, not only because it is precious, but also because it is proof of my hours of effort!

After I said that, I carefully put the gem into my bag. However, looking at the parts scattered in front of me, I was in a dilemma.

MC: The whole thing is scattered. How do I modify it?

Lucien reached out and took a spring scattered all over the table.

Lucien: I guess he set up an automatic disassembly mechanism after opening, so it cannot be put back once successfully opened.

Lucien: It seems that the designer only wanted one person to unlock it. Unfortunately-

He changed his tone and blinked at me a little worriedly.

Lucien: What should happen to my gift?

MC: Eh?

He pointed to the scattered parts, and I reacted immediately, poking his palm with some embarrassment.

MC: But the box is impossible to re-assemble now…

Lucien: But that was an uncontrollable accident. The gift MC promised me shouldn't be affected by this, should it?

He silently caught my finger and softly hooked it as if he had been greatly wronged.

MC: So, according to Professor Lucien, now I owe you a gift, right?

He winked slyly and nodded as a matter of course.

Lucien: Yes, and I'll remember to ask for it.

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(t/n: IT DOES LOOKS LIKE HIS EYES. Poudretteite is one of the rarest gems known. It was named after the Poudrette family, owners and operators of a quarry near Mont Saint-Hilaire, Quebec, Canada where the mineral was first found. It is a rare borosilicate with hexagonal crystallograpphy, with price around $3,000 per carat)

#this scheming man is really charming ugh #the whole event feel like me third-wheeling them LOL #mr love queen's choice #mlqc lucien #mlqc spoiler #mlqc cn #mlqc translation #the mechanical puzzle scene is genius omg

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For @kagami--uchiha | Kagami: 

“That was... very kind of you. Thank you.”

A warm smile painted across pale lips, still holding the lemonade he had fetched after he saw Chitose getting dizzy and quite wonky on her feet. Just because they had been sent out on an ANBU-mission, didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to take care of his teammate.  Not only did they depend on each other for survival but also.. is she a comrade and as such he does care about her wellbeing. "No really, for me it is only natural to help you when you are in need." And this absolutely came from a place of selflessness and not as for many, a place of expecting something in return.

"We can delay travelling onto the next day if it helps you.. Is there maybe something else I can go get that will help your system back up?" With purpose he looked through his travel scrolls, curls bouncing as he tilted his head to the side for a moment. "All I have got with me is specialized herbs to use for boosters... Food-pills.. I think you might have more of the medical things.." Of course, Kagami was packed with things that an ANBU who is sent for assassinations needs, mostly stealth weapons and poisons he can lace his senbon with.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃, not for the reason that one would suspect the Uchiha of ulterior motives, but because the other ANBU are standing close by, watching their movements. Tension hangs in the air. She’s a rookie ANBU medic assigned to this team, and more specifically, a new addition to Konohagakure who has yet to understand the inner workings of her surroundings in this strange, new country. The last thing Chitose needs is to catch the wrong side of her peers and superiors on the first day of the mission, though it seems that being a foreigner with a difficult background doesn’t help her case regardless. 

However, it doesn’t appear to phase Uchiha Kagami in the slightest. She accepts his offering with a nod of appreciation. 

❝ You’re...Uchiha Kagami, right? Thank you for the refreshment,  ❞ Chitose murmurs, lowering her gaze out of respect and takes a small sip. It’s good lemonade. Freshly squeezed most likely. 

Kagami goes on to ask Chitose if they need to delay their travel until she’s able to continue at 100%, which surprises the Ryuketsu. She had grown accustom to adhering the commands of her superiors during basic training, and had come to expect she would go without tending to her needs for long periods of time. In fact, the way he carries on feels awfully similar to that of a mother hen tending to chicks. It’s oddly endearing?

Then again, it could also be that she’s a vital part of their team as their only medical-nin. Either way, Chitose is stunned by the Uchiha’s kindness. 

   ❝ Excuse me, I’m confused. Are you...the captain of this team, Uchiha-san? ❞ It’s the only thing that does make logical sense for all this doting he’s doing. That has to be it.

#kagami--uchiha #shinobinvku #muse: ryuketsu chitose #uchiha kagami #verse: the refugee #story: heart of glass