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blingblong55 · 4 months

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Touch -Valeria Garza NSFW

Photo credit: @ave661 (middle)

---- F!Reader, 18+, smut, MDNI, WLW, fingering, oral!sex, ruined!orgasm, dom!Valeria, sub!reader, toys, established!relationship ----

A/N: This is also with the help of one of my friends, so credit her for giving me ideas and for how this fic plays out...also let's thank her for judging me enough that I describe sex better...

Your pretty hands tied to the bed, a pillow under your hips, your arms wrapped around your thighs. Her tongue lapped at your pussy. Her tongue latching onto you with hunger, your moans and her lust-filled moans filling the empty armoury room. "Such a sweet pussy," she growls, licking and sucking hungrily at every part of your soft exposed flesh. Her tongue is as if in a trance when making slow circles around your clit, causing you to let out small and needy moans.

Your hips, trying to beg for her fingers to dig into that wet pussy of yours. She shakes her head, "Patience, Chula," her voice so soft, purring against your sensitive folds before looking up at you. You give her a whine and a needy stare, she can't help but give her needy girlfriend what she wants. Two of her fingers, stretching and massaging your tight cunt, her thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit. She was driving you wild with love and desire; you arched your hips into her touch, begging to have more of her.

"Do you want more?" her lip into a soft and mocking pout as she taunts you. She stops just as she is about to hit your G-spot. She undoes the zipper of her jeans until they are off her body, her pretty laced panties covered in her wetness. Valeria looks at you, gets up and walks to the nightstand. She picks up a bottle of lube, a vibrator and her favourite strap-on. When she walks back to you, she pulls her panties down. The vibrator to the low setting, vibrations on your cunt, you whine and beg for more but it falls on deaf ears.

Valeria groans, watching with pleasure as you begin to go crazy under her touch. "Oh aren't you such a good girl for me, muñeca," she praises, her fingers picking up pace now. Her thumb continues to circle your clit relentlessly. Her free hand reaches behind her back as she unclasps her bra, tossing it to the floor without care. Her warm breasts spilt freely, heavy and full, ready to just let your pretty lips have a feel for them. She leans forward, cupping your bud between her teeth, suckling so greedily as if you were her lifeline.

Your eyes closed, begging for more of her touch and since your hands were tied to the bed all you could was beg. She exposes her shaved folds to your mouth. Valeria moans loudly when she feels your tongue fucking itself into her wetness. You look up at her, giving her a grin as you tongue fuck her. "Oh-..fuck..just like that, eat me like you mean it, Chula," she pants out. Her back arched as she thrusts her hips to your face. She grips the bed headrest, nails digging into it as she nears your much-needed climax. The way your tongue worships her wetness, savouring her sounds and her taste, oh what a mess have you made of her. Your tongue flickers and circles her sensitive spots while your nose hits the sensitive bud.

To all this, she bucks her hips harder against your mouth, trying her best to keep your mouth to her pussy. "Oh god, yes, just like that amor!" she cries out, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure, making her whimper when you wouldn't stop.

She pulls away and returns to the toys lying on the floor. She places with east the harness and adjusts it, the lube making the dildo glisten. The head of the heavy and massive cock at your warm entrance. Her hands are on your hair as she pulls your face to her and into a passionate kiss. Both your tongues tangled once more as the beautiful bodies start to move together with rhythm. Her soft hips rocking back and forth against your own. You squirm, trying to adjust to the size of the toy.

Your pretty eyes on her. "Oh, is my pretty girl ready to cum for me?" she chuckles, thrusting harder and fast inside of you. The head of the dildo hits your G-spot repeatedly, which sends waves of pleasure through your body. Her free hand reaching to play with her tits, she twists, pinches and laughs cruelly as she does all this. It was so erotic how much she loved to watch you this way. Not being able to say no since you love how she takes control and enjoys watching you cry for orgasms.

"Cum for me, whore." she thrust with need and primal need. "Cum while I satisfy all your dirty thoughts with my fat dick," she moans. The way your pussy clenched around that cock, how you tried to free yourself to pleasure your clit while you came gave her reason to pull away. You whine, kicking your feet, "No! No!..please…please I want to cum!"

"Tsk tsk, now now, be a good girl and stay patient." She secretly loves to get you to the point where you are just so close to your orgasm that she takes that away from you. You shut your eyes, tears running down as you become over-sensitive, "Please…please I'll do whatever, just make me cum!" you cry so pathetically it makes her laugh. As Valeria gets on her knees, she presses her thumb on your clit, three fingers inside of you as you begin to smile, getting back to that wave of pleasure. Your eyes shut, a smile like you won a beauty pageant, you bite your bottom lip and all she does is feel for when you are about to reach your orgasm.

Your cunt, clenched on her fingers, your body close to riding that high. Just as you were about to let out so much wetness, she pulled her fingers out, your feet kicking the bed as you whined. "That's what happens when good girls touch themselves without permission" A stupid mistake you made when you rode your pillow whilst she was away for work. You cry and she leaves the room, leaving you tied to the bed like her pathetic little slut.

A/N: I hope this was okay :) also here's the link that also inspired this https://twitter.com/sxy1434/status/1512570307604881414

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zorosbeau33 · 16 days

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They get turned into a cat~ Luffy x reader headcanon

❖ One Piece, Luffy x Gender Neutral reader

❖ Headcanon, series?, fluff, comedy

❖ No warnings today~

❖ wc: 422

❖ @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖

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Hope you all enjoy~

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Luffy got hit by that devil fruit users ability and now your boyfriend is a very fluffy, gangly, skinny powerhouse of a cat

He was already averse to water but cat Luffy? Oh god talk about fluffed and hissing, poor Zoro got an arm full of claws as he wrapped himself tight around the swordsman’s bicep

You probably find it cute but Nami thinks he looks disheveled as his short har somehow refuses to lie completely flat There is always one part that is just sticking up

Everyone's hands are full when he gets hungry because how do you keep out to world's nimblest creature with the added ability of a gumgum fruit?

Please try the cat temperament test he dangles very well in your grip and swings side to side then suddenly his but and back legs are on the ground as his body oddly stretches, it's hilarious

Extremely cuddly, he realized the sun felt amazing but even better if he could toast his fur and toe beans while lying in your lap. You will be stuck there for several hours

Luffy once the laughs are over and he is no longer amused at himself is hissing and growling and fluffed demanding to go find and fight the user to get his normal body back

This realization probably came when he couldn’t kiss you, or when his hat became a prison as he was too small to fit and it was the same as covering him in a box

Choppers test of catnip on him was adorable at first, watching him roll over and over and how he purred up a storm

Then Nami was screaming and Franky had to build a quick cat tower because Cat Luffy was high on life and wanted to zoom and climb like a possessed demon of the night

All in all, it was an amusing time and he was also very amused by it again once back to normal

I hope you are strong enough as Luffy wants to try the cat temperament test again now that he is back to normal

Please tell him he’s cuter the normal way because secretly he’s worried for a moment or two that you’d be disappointed to have lost your kitty cat

Once he understands it was nice but you prefer him he’s bouncing and sunny again, please pay no mind to his babbled plans to get you guys a kitty to play with at the next island…or maybe pay attention to them because he means it

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fetishfairytales2 · 2 months

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Besties 4 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 4: Mommy’s Going on a Date!

“Ooh, speaking of pegs, I forgot to mention what Connor got me for our one-month anniversary!” Heather excitedly left the room and came back holding a massive 8-inch strap-on! I couldn’t believe this thing; it was flesh-colored with bulging veins and even pubic hair! "Wow, girl, talk about a detailed replica!” I laughed as she held it up. She wobbled it by the harness with a wink: “Get this; it's modeled after Connor's cock!” Heather was beaming with pride as she showed it off to me. "It's my favorite way to mess with Brandon," she boasted. “Imagine being fucked by the same cock that stole your girlfriend, who’s also the one fucking you with it!”

Brandon was literally screwed once Heather had enough of his crap. She was totally in her element, totally ruining his life. And honestly, I was so here for it. The best part of it? When she told me, she made him moan Connor's name while she pounded his sorry ass with that big fake dick. Like, could he be any more pathetic? I almost felt bad for him.

“Aw…” Heather cooed in her mommy voice again at the trembling sissy, “Isn't that right, Brandi? Don't you just love it when mommy helps you practice how to get ready for daddy-sissy time? It's just so precious and fun, isn't it?” She turned to me and stuck out her tongue; She just loves when I make her beg for Daddy's cock to fuck her deeper, trust me!” Tears of humiliation were flowing down the sissy's flushed face. "And watching in the mirror while Mommy stretches his little sissy hole? It’s just her favorite!”

Heather's phone buzzed, and she practically flew out of her seat when she saw that it was Connor. "Oh my God, it's him!" She exclaimed, her voice dripping with excitement like a teenager on her first date. I couldn't help but smile at her excitement, glad to see her so happy, replacing Brandon’s worthless ass.

"Answer it, girl," I urged her on. Of course, the minute her phone hit her ear, she tried to sound flirty. She was using the ‘sexy voice’ I always tease her about. Ugh, she was so typical. "I can't leave; I have a girlfriend visiting me," she continued, emphasizing the word "girlfriend" with a smirk and a wink. "But I miss you too, she sighed, clearly missing her new boytoy. "But like, I also really miss that dick," she added with a laugh, earning an eye roll from me. But hey, she got rid of the fuckface, so who am I to judge?

Heather was clearly loving her new life with Connor. "Sweetie, you better hope you ride dick better than you flirt over the phone!" I laughed. “But if you’re so desperate for a good time, why don’t you just go over there and throw yourself at him?” She stuck a thumb at Brandi. “What am I going to do with this loser if I go out?”

Brandon was hating every minute of this, and I really wanted to make it worse for him. "Girl, don't even worry about it,” I said with a smile. “You need some good dick, and I happen to know just the person who would be thrilled to take care of your little sissy cucky baby while you're away," I teased Heather, winking at Brandon, who was now looking terrified. Heather couldn't contain her laughter.

"And who might that be?" Heather asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly interested in wherever I was going with this. "Babysitter Lyndsay!" I giggled. "I could take care of Brandi all night long if you'd like. Maybe even until the morning." Heather turned to Brandon and mockingly asked for his opinion, knowing he had no real say in the matter. "What do you think, Princess? Should Ms. Lyndsey be your babysitter while Mommy goes and has a 'playdate' with Daddy?"

I couldn't help but smirk as I watched Brandon's face turn a bright shade of red. Heather owned him now, though, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. "Aww, are you not sure, sweetie?" Even with a gag in his mouth, he was clearly very pissed. But Heather just continued to mess with him. "What's wrong, little man? Feeling frustrated that Daddy gets all the attention while you're stuck in Pampers?"

I had to stifle a laugh; Brandon looked so sad he might cry. She turned to me, her eyes lighting up, and shrugged. "Ms. Lyndsey is very kind to want to babysit, so make sure you behave, Brandi! Maybe Mommy will have a special surprise for breakfast tomorrow!"

"Surprise?" I asked, knowing that whatever it was, it would be fun for us and terrible for Brandon. Heather just winked as she headed toward her bedroom. "Brandi's on a special, uh, 'protein only diet'. You'll see what I mean."

As she disappeared down the hallway, I was left alone with Brandon. I put on my sweetest baby talk voice. "Aww, whose a cute sissy baby? Is it Brandi? Yes, it is!" I said as I grabbed his chin and brought our faces close together. "Aww, go ahead and cry for Ms. Lyndsey, sissy baby. No matter how much of a bitch you think Heather is, I’m going to fuck with you ten times worse.” The worthless loser looked like he was going to dirty his Pampers right there. He was so scared.

"Oh, honey," I cooed as I pushed his head back and stood up, my perfectly manicured nails tapping against my chin in fake contemplation. "Heather never mentioned my college boyfriend, did she? Brad was quite the catch, not like you at all," I sneered, relishing in the sight of Brandon quivering with fear.

"Brad knew how to handle a strong woman. I can't say the same for you, sweetheart," I taunted, taking a sip of my 8th glass of wine for the evening, feeling giddy and like a bad bitch. “He was a real man, but he loved being told what to do in bed. I learned all about fun kinks—teasing and denial, chastity, you name it!”

Fuck, this was getting spicy. Who knew my best friend’s loser boyfriend dressed as a sissy would do it for me? “Oh, Brandi, you sweet sissy girlie,” let me tell you it was hot!” I placed my index finger in front of Brandon’s face. “I had him wrapped around my perfectly manicured finger. I'd tease and please him, but never let him have all the fun. And he would just beg and plead with me to let him cum. But you know, a girl needs to get her fill too, and I wouldn't keep him waiting too long; I'm not that cruel...to real men.”

The wine was clearly helping me loosen up, and the scared look in Brandon’s eyes was definitely giving me a rush. "You," I snapped, grabbing Brandon's hair and pulling him closer to me. His eyes were fixated on my tight, short skirt. Wow, I was turned on just thinking about the night I could spend ruining poor Brandi. "You, though, will never, ever think about touching another woman as long as I'm around! Unlike Brad, I don’t care how much you beg; I am that cruel to worthless sissy losers." I growled, giving his hair a rough tug to make sure he was paying attention.

"And of course, there will be a lot of teasing for me and begging from you, I promise,” I said with a wink. Brandon's wide-eyed stare showed me that he knew he was fucked, and I couldn't help but smile. Sure, Heather had the strap-on, but I had this sissy by his caged cock.

My fun was interrupted by Heather calling to us from the bedroom. "Ms. Lyndsey, would you mind bringing Brandi in here? I want him to see my outfit for Daddy tonight!" I rolled my eyes and smirked at the pathetic little sissy kneeling before me. “Aww, sissy, are you, like, totally stoked to check out Mommy's sexy outfit?" I sneered at Brandon, enjoying his embarrassed blush as he shamefully looked down at the ground. I had to laugh at the pathetic sight of him standing there, afraid to even make eye contact with me.

“Come on, Brandi, a sissy cuck like you must love thinking about your girlfriend getting fucked by a real man!” He was crying again. What a loser. “You're such a lucky little sissy girl; you even get to watch her get all dressed up for her date," I taunted, playfully poking his chest. He tried to shake back tears and just stared at the ground. "Fine, let's go see Mommy then, little crybaby." I rolled my eyes and firmly spanked his diapered bottom; “stop throwing temper tantrums. No one actually cares about how you feel."

#humili sissi

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i-hate-gravel · 6 months

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my thoughts about Osvald Octopath Traveler 2, the guy of all time

his entire character is the most tragic and hysterical thing to me. what if there was a guy so autistic about math and magic he equations his way into harnessing the fundamental forces of the universe or whatever. also he's a dilf and loves his family.

oh yeah also his story starts with him MUZZLED and FALSELY IMPRISONED for the murder of his own wife and child. the first thing you do with this epitome of academia is MUG AND ROB A MAN, and its one of his MAIN MECHANICS as a characters

if you start the story with Throné the way i did you find him passed out in the bushes after he escapes by making a friend and then having that friend immediately SACRIFICE HIMSELF for him.

he only drinks black coffee and is pretentious about it canonically

SPOILER SHIT BELOW

i feel like the horrors he endures are so insanely next level compared to the average party member? like they have their problems (Hikari fights a full out war???) but there is a certain depth and horror embedded in "hey Osvald I framed you for the murder of your wife and child and got you sent to prison for it so I could steal your life's work and respected position as a professor. Also your daughter's still alive but I've brainwashed her to believe that I'm her father instead of you. Also your wife? Yeah I took her FUCKING SOUL AND PUT INTO THIS GOLEM THAT IVE COMMANDED TO KILL YOU. toodles i'm off to sacrifice your daughter to achieve forbidden power." that cannot be matched.

like i genuinely had to stop playing for a while and just put my switch down in complete shock as I realized what was happening. the writing in octopath 2 wasn't always great with all of the stories but oh my god when it hit it fucking HIT

he wears a rope as a belt, which at a certain point in his journey is something he could definitely fix, but i believe chooses not to

maybe he can't see it when he looks down because of his massive fucking naturals metal collar and chain. which he also chooses to keep on.

i utterly detest the stereotype of 'autistic and good at math/comparable things but struggles with emotions' that burdens so many characters esp because he has a full. wife and child and i would also hit that but like there's no way he was as emotionally closed off before the events of the story as he is when we encounter him so i choose to believe his regression in emotion maturity to how he considers the world and people around him is purely a trauma response and survival tactic in prison, hence how it is through meeting the party and traveling with them that he unravels his defenses and relearns how crucial love is to True Magic and he does it all for his family oh my god

what a nerd ass loser i love him

#osvald v. vanstein #osvald #ot2 #ot2 spoilers #octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler ii spoilers #octopath

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ebongawk · 11 months

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"Baby, baby, baby," Eddie practically shouted as he kicked his way into the apartment. Chrissy jumped from her curled up position on the couch, the book in her hands nearly launched across the room.

"Oh, my God," she laughed breathlessly, laying a hand over her heart. "Eddie, Jesus."

"Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly apologetic at all. "But you will never guess what I found at the store!"

He was holding up a paper grocery sack like it was a trophy, having dropped three other sacks when he barged in, and Chrissy's eyes darted between it and him incredulously.

"Groceries."

"Har, har." The grin still stretched over his cheeks made his sarcastic laughter almost genuine. "No. Well. Yes, but." With a flourish, he tore the paper bag away, revealing another plastic bag beneath. Chrissy blinked at it.

"Chicken nuggets?"

"Dinosaur chicken nuggets!" he shouted, evidently very pleased with his discovery. "The most epically childish thing in existence! One hit of these is guaranteed nostalgia!"

Pursing her lips around a grin, Chrissy shrugged. "I've never had them before."

Eddie looked at her for a long moment. The expression he wore when he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and coddle her, which slipped into his eyes every time she admitted something sordid about her own childhood.

Instead, he just grinned, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, sweetheart. You're in for a treat."

...

Two hours later, the oven was just finished baking their costumed chicken.

Eddie and Chrissy were also just finished baking.

She was sitting on the couch again, relaxed and riding the buzz of their shared joint as Eddie set a plate piled high with nuggets on the coffee table. Adorned on either side by ranch dressing, buffalo sauce, and barbecue sauce, he traipsed across the living room to load Predator into the VCR and plop down beside her.

"Dig in, sweetness," Eddie said, easy smile and red-rimmed eyes half-focused as he fast-forwarded through the movie previews. Chrissy leaned forward, plucking the nugget off the top as Eddie grabbed a couple and dipped them into various sauces.

Chrissy stared at the little nugget in her hand.

It was clearly a stegosaurus. The ridges on its back like fish scales and the curve of its spine made it easy to identify. It was ridiculous, how some tiny fried piece of chicken could take on the form of another animal, wasn't it? Even if that animal had been extinct for millions and millions of years. And the stegosaurus would never know that humans created a little snack to emulate its visage. They would never know that humans existed at all.

"Chrissy?" Eddie asked, his mouth half-full of her little stegosaurus's friends. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Her eyes suddenly blurred, and Chrissy let out a hitched breath.

"Oh. Shit. Sweetness." She could feel Eddie's hands on her shoulders, trying to turn her body toward him as she held that tiny little chicken nugget in her palm. Staring at his grainy little body even if she couldn't see him. "Baby, are you okay? Are you having trouble with this kind of food right now? I could make–– Well. Uh. I don't know if I can make anything, but––"

"He's just––" She broke off with another sob, thrusting her hands toward where she assumed Eddie's face was to show him the stegosaurus. "He's just so cute, Eddie! Look at him!"

She couldn't see Eddie through her tears, but she felt his hands squeeze her shoulders once, then twice, as she ran her fingertip over the tiny breadcrumb ridges of the stegosaurus's spine.

"Chrissy––"

"He doesn't even know that he's edible!" she cried. "He's just trying to live his little dinosaur life and be adorable!"

Eddie laughed, bodily pulling her into his arms until she was tucked up against his chest.

"Oh, baby girl," he cooed, rocking her back and forth. "He is pretty cute, isn't he?"

"Yes," she pouted. "He's just–– He's just a baby, Eddie! I can't eat him!"

"He's an herbivore, y'know? He was gonna get eaten in the Jurassic period too. You're just playing your part in the circle of life."

"I'm not a t-rex!" Chrissy retorted, unable to keep from crying harder. "And h-he doesn't deserve that! He's too cute!"

Eddie's laughter rumbled against her, bubbling up from his chest and tucked into her hair. Affronted, Chrissy looked up at him.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, princess, no," he said quickly, his nose scrunched up in humor. "No, it's just–– Baby, he's just a nugget. He's not even a real stegosaurus."

"I don't care," she huffed around her own laugh, looking down at the little nugget in her hand. The tears had begun to dry on her cheeks, and she nuzzled into Eddie's chest as she continued holding the stegosaurus close.

"You're literally too adorable for words, Cunningham." She felt the tell-tale sign of lips pressed against her crown as Eddie slowly stroked his fingers up and down her spine. After a moment, he let out a long sigh. "Should I put our reptilian friends away and order a pizza instead?"

"Yes," Chrissy replied, still pouting a little. "We can't eat them, Eddie, they're just babies."

A finger came up beneath her chin, gently tilting her head back until she had to look up at him. Those chocolate eyes she loved so much danced with mirth, lips twisted like he wanted desperately to conceal his smile. Which he was doing a poor job of.

"We'll see how you feel about it when you're sober," he acquiesced. "For now, how does pepperoni and hamburger sound?"

Chrissy grinned, leaning up to kiss him in lieu of an answer.

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #hellcheer drabble #chrissy x eddie #chrissy cunningham #cw weed #cw marijuana #tw weed #tw marijuana #stranger things #chrissy is just a high crier ok #also the dinosaur chicken nugget wasn't actually invented until 1993 #by the museum of natural history to celebrate the release of jurassic park #but since i didn't explicitly state the time period i guess it doesn't matter #tw eating issues #tw disordered eating #but just a little bit

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esterzach · 7 months

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On The Bond thingy....

I rewatched the scene with Ihvon today. Somehow I missed it the first time. Simple, slow, on point. And oh, so wrong of him. Almost poetically. Apparently, Ihvon thinks they are not supposed to be equal. He laughs at Lan and his offense to Moiraine's words. Without even considering the possibility that someone like the great mighty Aes Sedai could consider a mere mortal man an equal. Ihvon is definitely the more likable character for me, but somehow Maksim turns out to be closer with his ideas on relationships. Even the basic understanding is that no two marriages are the same, just as people are different. As if by accident he was correct. Yet, they have no idea. Who knows what they think of Lan and Moiraine as a couple - Aes Sedai and a Warder? That probably falls somewhere along the lines of "Poor Lan with this stuck-up, cold, emotionless, bitter bitch. He must be in hell." With little understanding of Moiraine as a person, let alone her mission and their relationship. A common goal, mission more important than their life or anything else, personal sacrifice. And Moiraine's (normally) gentle attitude toward Lan when they are alone, their little moments, a bubble no one can get into. The shared looks and half smile, and that deep understanding. Also the contrast here between Lan and Maksim's "I don't want anyone else in my head and Alanna doesn't like the company..." is brutal. That's a lack of trust, of willingness to carry the burden of someone else's emotions because they are too much and let someone else be too close. Only the good parts. Did you think we would be fighting a war against an army of kittens? Well.. no, but... yes? Essentially he is an enhanced soldier and a glorified sex toy? For the rest - welp you are on your own. Then again I imagine what is the emotional range of Alanna - hungry, horny, scared, horny... What she wants - The Light to triumph over the Shaddow and a dessert after. And that attitude of her Warder - we see their weakness, we remind them that they are not gods, yet... he seems to almost think that of them. There is something disturbing in this idea that there is no way a normal person, let alone a man can be equal to a woman with special skills. The thought that they might think highly of a simple man never even occurs to them... And this power even though it needs work to be harnessed and efforts to be honed, is just an accident, a random natural mutation, with no rhyme or reason. Like green eyes. Do these people worship an accidental whim of nature? This removes the importance of other traits of character and makes people like Liandrin and Moiraine, the same. Lan was angry at Moiraine because she masked the Bond even when he knew what she was up to and that she was safe. He was willing to share even those moments. He feels uncomfortable even for several hours, let alone months. He misses her. He misses her presence in his head. She has become a part of him. And after such a long time without her, he asks her to let him back in. There is something else in this episode that hits hard. Alanna explains to Lan how Moiraine was a different person before. Something happened, and after that, she changed. Drastically. "The way water becomes ice. You look at it and wonder how it was ever water before." Ouch. That metaphor is beautiful and the whole line carries such a weight. It suits Alanna to say something poetic like this and it seems to be the perfect description of Lady Damodred. Lan knows what changed. He is interested in something else: "Was she happier then?" Brutal. We know Moiraine is not exactly rays and sunshine, but damn... Imagine being in someone's head, feeling someone's emotions when this person is almost never happy. To know that there is little you can do about it. And that is Lan, who himself seems to have about two trucks of personal baggage to deal with. He seems genuinely sad. What was it? Duty is heavier than a mountain. And there is no dessert after.

#wheel of time #moiraine damodred #lan mandragoran #moiraine sedai #spoilers #the wheel of time #Nothing serious #just thoughts #Warder bond #esterzach's lack of better judgement #esterzach's writings

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grison-in-space · 2 months

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Oh my god. Matilda hit a milestone tonight. We are really struggling with dog reactivity right now, and it's making me feel like shit to the point that she's about to start taking a break from coming to work with me — but I had a genuinely really wonderful moment this evening. See, she really reminded me that there was a reason I decided to train a clever, pushy, independent dog as a service prospect in the first place:

you get a clever, pushy, independent dog at the end.

Pictured earlier today, glaring because seven hours earlier she had to have a bath (because she got so muddy that three separate shampooings were necessary to get all the dirt off).

Which is to say, today for the first time ever bedtime came in a context where there was no human effort attending to me getting up and going to bed: CM was off to work, and Kawuli was upstairs on the phone, and I was absolutely absorbed in yelling at the bank sitting in the living room gently zoning.

And she took one look at that situation, marched up to me, stared urgently and then poked me until I got up. I did not move until she shoved me at least twice, because I was focused on something else. She nudged me into getting up and then marched me to where CM was getting ready to go to work to see what happened. At which point I went OH RIGHT BED and started getting ready for bed, and then CM had a few minutes to sit and chat before leaving so we sat down for a bit and as soon as they got up Matilda was right there watching that I went to the bathroom and came to bed upon getting up.

And then she helped herself to a used kleenex on my pillow, because her nickname "yucky Tilda" is well earned.

I genuinely cannot tell what is going on with her feelings about dogs because she has always been extremely weird about strange dogs and soliciting play, and her natural body language is almost as stunted as Benton's: she has always sort of gravitated to other dogs screaming at the top of her lungs or hung back and watched strange dogs very seriously and thoughtfully. I think it may be excitement but even as a puppy she was not into meeting other puppies or interacting with them—she used to sit firmly on her mat and observe other puppies without getting involved during free play time.

She has the ability to control her attention and totally ignore other dogs if she's doing something rewarding enough, though, and I think we can countercondition our way out of this. I'm trying something new out: tying her, harnessed, to the cherry tree in the front yard and playing flirt pole. My yard is fenced, but only by about three feet, so I have a limited visual barrier. And we have a very rewarding activity that does not involve self control and does involve engaging with me. Let's see if we can get the idea of dogs walking by me way less interesting than engaging with her human in a game.

Tried it out this morning and she was able to totally blow off Roof Dog (also a cattle dog) yelling at her from the roof of the garage across the street. She struggled with my neighbor walking a polite Lab mix past the gate but handled a smaller toy mix easily. So we will see if that helps.

But even if she is never public access ready, she's still really useful just being at home. She's never tasked totally uncued before—generally by timer —but this was extremely clearly an extension of the pieces I've taught her smoothed and merged into a sequence I was hoping SO much she would pick up on.

#matilda #australian cattle dog #16 months

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youflowerr-youfeast · 2 years

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Daisy. ( I )

Author’s note: Hi! Hello! Trying to dip my toe back into writing, so I’m not sure how good/well it going to go, but I hope you like this because I have some cute plans for it. 🤍 G xx

Summary: y/n has a vision impairment and Harry takes a liking to her canine companion.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

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PART II

The repetitive noise of the grinder filled the small coffee shop as you stirred the singular sugar into your mug of coffee.

The London summer had just begun and you’d tried to get yourself into the routine of getting out of the house a bit earlier to enjoy the morning sun against your skin.

You sat yourself in the corner of the cafe up against the window so you could still enjoy the warmth of outside without the incessant noise of London traffic.

Noise was something you’d become accustomed to either love or hate. Because it was all you really had at your disposal when trying to navigate the outside world.

At the age of seven you had lost your eyesight due to an accident that occurred while ice skating on a winter family getaway.

While skating in the late, cold, winter afternoon you’d taken quite a violent tumble which had seen the back of your head smack against the solid ice.

As soon as your head hit the ice your consciousness was lost and the many hours later that it returned, your eyes opened to complete darkness - it was like you were trapped in a dark cave with no escape.

You soon learned that from the incident that occurred on the ice, your occipital lobe had acquired significant damage that had lead to complete vision loss.

You were seven. You’re now 25. It had been 18 years since your eyes had taken in light, colour, shapes and, most importantly, faces.

So, sound and touch very quickly became you’re only vices of getting through day to day life, except for your trusty sidekick, Daisy, your seeing eye dog.

You had received her when you turned 19 years of age and made the brave decision to move out of home. You didn’t live alone though. You had your roommate, Freya, who you became very fast friends with through university.

She too was always a great help through day to day life, but the best thing about her is that she respected your independence and your need to be able to do things alone.

You took the last few sips of your coffee and wiped your mouth down with a napkin.

“Ok, Daisy, time to head to class, hey,” you stated as you felt around for your aged tote bag and tugged on your dog’s harness.

You stood from the seat and carefully navigated your way out of the cafe, waving a polite thank you to the staff.

“I think we’ve got enough time to wander through the park, little daisy girl,” you stated as you placed your AirPods in your ears.

Technology also helped you a lot. It helped you to get around without having to always depend on someone.

You had become very comfortable and familiar with the part of London you lived in though, so it wasn’t always something you needed.

Daisy began to help lead you to the park, a little detour you’d decided to take on your way to uni.

She sat patiently waiting to help you cross the busy road when you heard a mumble outside of your AirPods.

You quickly removed one from your ear and turned towards the noise, unsure of its origin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt- just was sayin’ you have a beautiful dog,” the voice said.

A small smile graced your face, “Oh, yeah, thanks. I assume she is too,” you replied politely.

The voice chuckled softly, “You assume?” it asked with a tone of slight confusion.

“Ah, yeah, well.. given I can’t see her, it’s all I can do,” you responded with a gentle giggle.

As the stranger looked down again they were quick to notice the harness upon the golden labrador was attached to a small vest that had “assistance dog” embroidered into it.

“Oh my god- I’m such a fuckin’ idiot.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

She cut off the embarrassed, rambling stranger, “Trust me, it’s totally fine,” you reassured them with a sweet smile.

Sometimes your independence could be misleading, but I guess that’s always why people shouldn’t ever judge a book by its cover.

The stranger couldn’t help but notice how nice your small smile was to look at; they couldn’t help but think how nice a proper, big smile would look plastered on your face.

They nodded, coming down from their short wave of embarrassment, “Still inconsiderate of me to not notice..” the voice paused,”‘m Harry, by the way,” he said, impulsively feeling the need to intro himself.

Your head turned back towards him, following the sound, “Nice to meet you, Harry. I’m Y/N. And this is Daisy.”

The alarm to cross the road started to sound and your dog stood from her spot and began to guide you across the road.

Harry immediately felt the need to follow.

“Still feel like a bit of a dickhead for being so unobservant,” he said while falling to step beside you, “surely I could do something to make up for it.”

You were surprised to hear his voice following you across the street.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Easy mistake to make. Plus.. I won’t lie.. I’m not majorly into the habit of letting strangers I meet on the street.. that I can’t see.. just hang out with me,” you explained with a small chuckle, trying your best to not sound rude in anyway.

His laugh filled your ears.

You either loved or hated sounds. It was your key to navigating every space around you. This sound? This was a sound you liked. A lot.

“That’s very fair, actually. Seems a shame though. I feel like Miss Daisy and I here could have been a super cute couple,” he said through a grin that you could hear.

And then he saw it. A smile that filled your face. And it was a sight he wanted to see over and over again.

A laugh tumbled through your lips at his cheeky comment and you shook your head while biting your lip softly, “Mm. That is too bad. She’s also a lesbian so I don’t see it working out,” you joked in response.

“Ah, fuck! Not again. Always falling for the wrong ones,” he said in joking exaggeration.

As you halted at another set of pedestrian lights you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the funny, sweet stranger following you and your dog through the London streets.

You let a small sigh pass your lips, “Uh- fuck it. Fine. I’ll go out on a limb here,” you smiled, “but if you end up being a murderer, I’ll have to put Daisy into attack mode,” you joked.

Harry’s face lit up with a smile that had his dimples sit in, “Understood,” he said with a tone full of joy.

“I have a class to get to but, maybe some other time you can take Daisy out. Wine and dine her,” you respond, the tone of your voice matching his.

“Please. Only vintage champagnes and caviar for her. Nothing less,” he chuckled.

Both of your giggles filled the air as he pulled out his phone. He opened up his contacts application, “what number should I try and call Miss Daisy on then?”

You smiled, “She lost her phone recently, so I guess I’ll just have to give to mine.”

“Ah, what a bummer,” he quipped, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

You told him your phone number through a few more giggles and then heard the pedestrian crossing alarm sound once again.

“Well, that’s me,” you said through a soft smile, “I’ll make sure Daisy gets back to you.”

You began to make your way across the road with the aid of your dog.

“Can’t wait.” He said, not being able to fight the smirk gracing his face as he watched you walk away.

Thank you so much for reading gorgeous humans! I really hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you're interested in me continuing this cute little story and if you have any other ideas/requests. Love, G xx

#harry styles #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanart #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harrys house #love on tour #harry styles fandom #imagine #fanfiction

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Little Runaway Part 7

Oh my god you guys, seriously you all are amazing. I am really loving the reactions to this story. There is just one more part to go and it’s a sweet little epilogue. This is the showdown. The moment you’ve all been waiting for.

Also if you asked to be tagged after the limit of twenty, I’m sorry. I have the limit for a reason. I’m not doing it because I’m being elitist or whatever, my poor little ADHD brain starts getting frustrated and wanting to cry just doing the 20 I’ve got, but I do it because it makes me happy people want to be informed the next time a part goes up. I don’t know how people with dozens do it.

Plus tagging adds more time putting up the parts. Something that would take five minutes on AO3 (because they keep track of all the chapters for you) could take anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour depending on how many parts there are, and how many have been put up (I go and crosslink on EVERY part to make sure if a part in the middle gets found in the wild all by its lonesome the person can read the previous and subsequent parts). Add tagging to that and you can see the time starts to really add up.

Again thank you for all the love and support this little story has gotten. The last part will be up tonight after I eat dinner and then (cold permitting) I’ll put up the first part of Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town before I go to bed.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Eddie walked into the police station and right up to Hopper’s desk. He leaned on it with both hands and stared directly into Hopper’s eyes.

“I need you to arrest me,” he bit out. “Now.”

“What the hell?” Hopper asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Mr Harrington knows I know where Steve is,” he breathed. “I can’t let him get to me to get to Steve. If you need a reason, I have two baggies of weed in my jacket pocket. Please. I don’t want to see him get hurt.”

Hopper gulped. “Well there is a rumor you kidnapped him, so...”

Eddie nodded and held out his hands together at the wrist. “Save him, please.”

Steve was sitting on the sofa reading when Wayne came home from work.

“Where’s Eddie?” he asked on his way to the fridge.

Steve shrugged. “He just said he had errands to run.”

Wayne came back with two beers and handed one to Steve. Steve swung his feet off the sofa to let Wayne sit down. Steve set the book down and popped the lid off his bottle and then did the same for Wayne’s when the older man raised an eyebrow.

“Neat trick,” Wayne said, taking a swig.

Steve shrugged. “Turns out years of baseball, basketball, and swimming make you a strong person. I don’t do those things anymore, but I keep working out to keep that strength up.”

“That how you were able to break Clint’s nose?” Wayne asked.

“Yeah,” Steve murmured. “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know how much to hold back when punching, because when I hit most of the time there is no holding back.”

“What have you got to be hitting that needs to be hit that hard, boy?” he asked.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t tell you. I can get into a lot of trouble if I tell people. The only ones that know are the ones that have seen it for themselves. But I have seen things that have made grown men shit their pants. I have been hunted by things that would haunt the nightmares of the hardest of souls. I have been actually tortured and drugged. And yet face to face with my own father and I chickened out like a bitch.”

Wayne stared at the boy that should have had the dream life. Rich parents, everything he could have asked for. But instead nothing but heartache and loss for this kid. Because despite Steve almost being twenty, he was still a kid.

He put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and was about to say something when the phone rang. He frowned and got up to answer it.

As he said hello, a curly haired teenager in a trucker hat came barreling through his front door.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Someone at Hellfire snitched and your dad is on his way here.”

Steve worked to calm Dustin while Wayne listened to the other person on the other end of the line, making the appropriate noises. Then he hung up.

“You must be Dustin,” Wayne said coming back over to the sofa.

Dustin looked over at Wayne as if he was seeing him for the first time. “Oh. Yeah. Um...sorry. For barging in like that, but I really needed to see Steve.”

Wayne chuckled. “Don’t worry, your friend here is going to be just fine.” He cocked his head to the side. “How did you get here so fast? I just barely got the call myself what was going down.”

“My mom drove me,” Dustin said, staring at the floor.

“Claudia is here?” Wayne asked. Dustin nodded. “Good. The more the merrier.” He turned to Steve. “Under the sink, behind the Draino is your bag. It’ll be up to you to decide what you want to do with it.”

Steve nodded.

Wayne walked outside.

There standing in a semi-circle was Claudia Henderson, Joyce Byers, and Sheriff Jim Hopper. Standing off to the side, was Eddie who was hugging his ribs. Wayne joined the semi-circle just as Clint Harrington pulled up to the trailer park and got out of his car.

“Sheriff!” Clint yelled. “I want that man arrested for kidnapping my son!” He pointed angrily at Eddie, who looked down.

“I don’t know about that,” Wayne said. “Hey, Steve! You being held against your will?”

Dustin and Steve came out of the trailer slowly, the backpack slung over one shoulder.

“No, sir,” Steve said, looking his father in the eye. “I am not.”

“Liar!” Clint bellowed. “Don’t you be believing a word out of his mouth. He’s been brainwashed.”

“No I haven’t,” Steve said, feeling a little bit more bold knowing he had people who would protect him.

“You leave that boy alone,” Joyce said. “He’s gone through enough.”

Claudia crossed her arms. “Agreed.”

“You better get out of my way,” Clint growled.

Hopped pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. “This here is a warrant for your arrest for the assault of Steven Harrington.”

Clint laughed. “You can’t prove a god damn thing.”

“Actually we can,” Hopper continued. “Steve was smart enough to take pictures after your little tussle and the bruises will match up with your ring.”

Clint went to work it off his finger, but Wayne stepped up to stop him. “I think I’ll be taking that for the Sheriff if you don’t mind.”

Clint growled, but handed it over. He walked back over to Hopper who was holding a baggy for Wayne to drop it into. Hopper sealed the bag and stuck it in his pocket.

“What do you say, Steve?” Hopper called over his shoulder. “Should we lock up this bastard and throw away the key?”

Steve held out his hand to Eddie. Eddie looked at it, unsure and then came over to take it. Steve pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “What do you think I should do?”

Eddie cupped Steve’s face with his free hand. “You know what to do. You’re a good person, Steve. Do what feels right.”

“You fag, get away from my son!” Clint shouted. He tried to push past the four adults, but they closed ranks and wouldn’t let him through.

Steve breathed in.

“You’ve got this, baby,” Eddie assured him.

Steve nodded. He stepped away from Eddie and tossed the backpack at his dad. “Everything you want is in there. Just take it and leave. Know this. If I or any of my friends see you in Hawkins ever again, the Sheriff will arrest you.”

Hopper grinned. “I like that plan.”

“I’ll cut you off!” Clint snarled. “You’ll be penniless and homeless without me, you ingrate!”

Steve laughed. “I could stay at any number of these fine people’s houses and be welcome for as long as I needed. And as for penniless? I’ve already got a job lined up that I think will make me very happy. And maybe if I’m lucky, a boy who loves me.” He turned to Eddie, who was blushing deep.

Wayne chuckled. “You heard the man, Clint. Get the hell out of Dodge and stay the fuck away from my boys.”

Clint growled and stalked off to his car, the tires peeling out on the gravel as he tore out of the trailer pack as if the hounds of hell were on his tail.

Steve shook his head. “Doesn’t he know that’s bad for his tires?”

Everyone turned to look at Steve in shock and amazement before bursting into laughter.

Claudia took Dustin home and Hopper took Joyce, leaving Steve with the Munsons.

“Is it over?” Eddie asked.

“I’d give Clint a couple days to clear out,” Wayne said. “But yeah. I think it’s over.”

“Does this mean I can stay?” Steve asked, looking up through his lashes.

Wayne rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I was thinking of upgrading to a double wide with two bedrooms. I think we could just about afford it if you help pay rent.”

Steve lit up and turned to Eddie. “You hear that? You’re stuck with me now.”

Eddie smiled and leaned in. “I think it’s the other way round. You’re stuck here with me.”

Steve smiled softly. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

Epilogue

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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Hello. So, I was wondering if you can write a weird request for Femme Fatale Galore event. This one involves Yelan, who has a reader who recently received a Hydro Vision, and they wanted to try traveling in a giant bubble. So, Yelan agrees to come along, and they end up sitting in a giant bubble, floating in the night sky above Liyue. There, Yelan allows the reader to lay their head in her lap while floating in a bubble.

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Bright yellows and orange lights illuminated the entire harbor as people hustled and bustled in the streets, their minds filled with the prospects of good food and an even better time as a brand new Lantern Rite was fast approaching. There were many things to celebrate and even more to do but unfortunately for the wild pair that soared the night sky the festivities were the last thing on their minds.

With a shaky hand (y/n) tried to gently touch the bubble they had created, the bright hydro vision glowing softly on their hip as Yelan sat next them with her arms crossed and face completely unreadable. Never in a million years did Yelan think that her cute (y/n) would ever get a vision but she wasn't complaining. Sure, this could complicate things but it should be a piece of cake for her to take the reigns if things got too hot and heavy for her liking. A vision was a blessing from the gods, this is something that (y/n) should celebrate, oddly fitting that it was received around the Lantern Rite.

Yelan quietly scoffed to herself as a faint tingle of annoyance appeared on her face.

Were the gods mocking her? Were they trying to tell her that the power was in (y/n)'s hands, that Yelan should just give up and leave them be? What foolishness. Something like that would never come to pass, ever.

As Yelan sat still she continued to observe her baby, the slight frown on their face and the oh so obvious signs of frustration that radiated off her (y/n) was something that Yelan could not help but to be charmed by. Without a word Yelan raised her arms and placed them on (y/n)'s shoulders, her body suddenly much closer now.

"My little baby has all these new powers but isn't sure how to use them... How about a break, hm?" said Yelan with a teasing voice, her blue eyes shining underneath the moonlight which heavily contrasted the warm city beneath them. With a sigh (y/n) gave in and put their head on Yelan's soft lap. Her fingers gently combed through soft (h/c) locks as she spied down the city the was underneath them, carefully monitoring everything and everyone in case someone spotted them.

A wave of pride and security washed over Yelan as the pair stayed like that. No matter if the god were trying to convey a message to either her or (y/n) was irrelevant. There was simply no way (y/n) could ever learn to harness the power that was granted to them without some outside help and isn't it just so convenient that Yelan herself also has a hydro vision?

Yelan smirked as the realization hit her - she was right, the gods were trying to tell her something. Her and (y/n) would always be together and what better way to bond two lovers than to share all of the power? Of course her little baby was much more focused on the silly things such as creating bubbles and tiny fountains which was perfectly alright for the elusive woman.

If things were any different (y/n) could be down there in the city, laughing and dancing the night away with friends and basking in the sweetness of life. Yelan however had other plans - there was no need for any of that when they could just be together in their little bubble with the moon as their only witness.

#femme fatale galore #yelan headcanons #yelan x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere female #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere yelan #yandere yelan x reader #genshin yandere imagines #yan genshin #genshin yelan #yandere genshin

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The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 17:

With a smile on my face, I stood beside Minji, patiently waiting for Lena and her best friend to collect the tickets. I glanced at the taller woman next to me, who had her phone in hand and then directed it towards me.

Hanni had apparently sent a picture of Haerin and Hyein to the group chat. It seemed that Minji had informed them that we were going to the amusement park. I just smiled with amusement. To be honest, I had muted the group chat. Hyein, Danielle, and Hanni posted way too much. I mostly responded with stickers.

I watched as Lena and her best friend, Maria, approached us. Minji immediately put her phone away. Maria and Lena looked at Minji and me. I also turned my attention to their hands and noticed Lena holding the tickets.

"Okay, let's go in," Lena said. Of course, we were now speaking in English as Minji couldn't understand German.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help overhear Maria saying in German that Minji was quite hot. Lena quickly agreed, and I glanced at them, causing both to fall silent. I cleared my throat, but Minji quickly regained my attention.

"Is there... anything dark here?" Minji asked with a mischievous grin. I blushed almost immediately and playfully hit her on the arm, making her burst into laughter. I also chuckled but stopped when we finally joined the line. This roller coaster seemed to be quite fast.

"So, Minji, are you taken, by any chance? And what about you, Y/n?" Maria asked, although Lena looked at her best friend panicking. I looked at Minji, and it seemed like both of us were contemplating whether to tell the truth. Lena sighed and shook her head. "Just don't answer," the blonde said, laughing lightly.

"Why? Is dating prohibited in Korea or something?" Maria asked, appearing confused by Lena's reaction. I smiled gently. She probably wasn't a K-Pop fan. Did she even know that we were from Newjeans?

"It's not looked upon favorably when idols are in relationships. We have to remain single and pure for our fans," I explained, which prompted Maria to give me a skeptical look. She laughed disbelievingly, "But... you also have a private life, right? Do you have to stay single until you retire?"

Minji chuckled somewhat, and I felt like Maria and I were on the same page. "Let's just say that we're publicly single," Minji replied, and Maria nodded in understanding. Then, she started to grin, "And privately?"

I laughed as we continued to move in the line. You could already hear the roller coaster in front of us stopping and starting. The screams of the people made me quite anxious. Lena looked at me with concern, "Are you okay?" My cousin's forehead furrowed. Her eyes widened, "Oh shit. You have a fear of heights, don't you?"

I smiled nervously and chuckled. Soon, I felt Minji taking my hand. Her eyes were fixed on mine, which helped me relax visibly. Maria and Lena observed the situation, and almost simultaneously, both of them made a knowing sound, "Ohhhhhh."

Maria then grinned as she looked at Minji and me, "You know, they have a dark roller coaster here. You can't even see your own hand." She said while Lena nodded vigorously beside her. My cheeks blushed, and Minji looked quite intrigued.

"Really? Is there also a... somewhat slower one? I mean, not a proper roller coaster but... um..." Minji asked, showing interest. However, she hesitated to continue, so I nudged her slightly. That seemed to be the confirmation that Lena and Maria were looking for. Both of them laughed, and the good thing was, they no longer ogled Minji as a piece of meat.

Now they knew that Minji was mine!

We finally made it onto the roller coaster. Minji was right beside me. My mouth dropped open as I noticed that this roller coaster had a real harness. God... did that mean this roller coaster was dangerous?

My leg was nervously tapping as the attendant checked my harness. I turned my head to Minji next to me. The taller woman beamed at me. She reached her hand out to me, and I took it. However, due to my considerable fear, I immediately let go of her hand as I felt the roller coaster slowly starting. My hands clenched onto the safety bars.

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"I want to go on that one," Minji suddenly exclaimed, pointing at one of the roller coasters. We all looked at them, but I immediately shook my head. The roller coaster dangled in the air, causing people to rotate constantly from front to back, sometimes even upside down.

"No, I'd throw up," I replied. Maria, however, was willing to go on it. Minji hesitated, looking at me. I smiled and nodded in the direction of the roller coaster, "Go ahead. Lena and I will wait there and have a little snack."

Minji smiled widely and got dangerously close, almost as if she wanted to give me a quick kiss. When she realized what she was about to do, her eyes widened, and she looked at me with large eyes, as if I had done something wrong.

But I just laughed and playfully hit her on the shoulder. She smiled and chuckled in response and then followed Maria. However, I turned my head toward Lena. The taller blonde woman smiled in amusement and gestured for me to follow her, which I promptly did. We both grabbed a cola and a bottle of water. Minji could share my drink.

We sat down together, ensuring a good view of the roller coaster, and we would notice if Maria and Minji took their seats. I took a sip of my cola and Lena suddenly said in German, "I'm happy for you. You two look happy."

I looked at her in surprise, my eyes wide. Lena, however, just smiled and fixed her gaze on me. She continued, "You don't have to confirm it. I don't really know you for very long, but somehow... I feel a connection to you. Is that what they call cousinly bonding?" She laughed, a bit embarrassed.

A smile formed on my face, and I observed the blonde woman before me. "I feel the same way, Lena," I replied, which made Lena sigh with relief. I grinned and added, "And yes, it's exactly how you think it is between Minji and me." This revelation surprised Lena, and she looked at me with wide eyes. She probably hadn't expected me to tell her.

Lena smiled and nodded her head, saying, "Thank you. I'll keep it to myself. Anything you tell me." My eyes briefly glanced at the roller coaster, and I noticed Maria and Minji taking their seats. I immediately saw Minji waving at me with a broad grin. I waved back with a smile.

"I probably shouldn't ask, as it's already TOO obvious, but does she treat you well?" Lena inquired, looking at me seriously. I smiled immediately, a slight blush on my cheeks as I started to giggle. "Honestly, Minji is too good for me," I replied, and Lena raised her eyebrows.

My cheeks turned a little red, and I started giggling as Lena watched. I took another sip of my cola, and I sighed as I continued, "Honestly, Minji is too good for me. I don't know if you've followed me or Newjeans much, but you may know that I've never really smiled. There was a reason for that, which I'll skip. But Minji was there for me, constantly... She helped me a lot, and she didn't have to. I gave her many chances to break up with me." Lena now smiled satisfied.

"That was crazy," I heard Maria say, and I immediately turned my head. Minji and Maria had just arrived, and they sat down beside us. Lena and I exchanged glances and smiled. Then, I looked at Minji and offered her the bottle of water, saying, "Here, have some water." Minji smiled and took a few sips.

"What were you talking about?" Maria asked us, looking first at Lena, then at me. We both shrugged almost simultaneously. Minji raised an eyebrow and looked at me, making me laugh. I pointed my index finger to my lips and said, "Secret." I winked with one eye.

Minji snorted as she shook her head in amusement and playfully slapped my shoulder. I chuckled and sighed. My head now rested against her shoulder, and Minji asked softly, "Tired?" Her hand applied gentle pressure.

I hummed softly, "We were up late, after all," the younger girl said quietly. Almost immediately, I noticed Lena and Maria's disgusted expressions. This made me raise my head again, and I chuckled, saying, "Not like that!" as I laughed.

"Oh my God!" I suddenly heard, and shortly after, Minji and I recognized that some people were approaching us. It was only a matter of time. At least we had a few hours of peace. The crowd continued to grow. Lena and Maria looked overwhelmed.

However, Minji and I were used to handling such crowds with ease. The downside was that we were currently without bodyguards or managers. Slowly but surely, after taking many photos with our fans, we managed to find a relatively quiet corner.

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Newjeans' Y/n and Minji Spotted at Phantasialand: Just Friends or Something More?

In an unexpected turn of events, Newjeans fans were in for a delightful surprise as Y/n and Minji from the popular K-pop group were recently spotted enjoying a day out at Phantasialand, an amusement park in Cologne. What's intriguing about this outing is that it appeared to be entirely unrelated to work, sparking questions among fans about the nature of their relationship.

Newjeans has captured hearts worldwide with their music and on-stage chemistry, and their fans have been eager to know more about the dynamics within the group. While the group's members share a strong bond, it's Y/n and Minji's recent trip to Phantasialand that has fans speculating about a possible deep friendship or even a romantic connection.

Y/n and Minji, the two members known for their powerful vocals and mesmerizing stage presence, took a break from their busy schedules to enjoy a day filled with thrilling rides and laughter. Phantasialand, known for its enchanting atmosphere and exhilarating attractions, provided the perfect backdrop for a carefree day away from the spotlight.

What's left fans puzzled is the absence of the other members of Newjeans. The group has a strong bond, and they are often seen spending time together during their free moments. The fact that Y/n and Minji went on this excursion without the rest of the members has raised some eyebrows. Could it be that the other members had different commitments or simply needed a day off? Or is there something more to the story?

Fans can't help but wonder if Y/n and Minji's visit to Phantasialand is a sign of a deeper connection between them. The pair has shared the stage on numerous occasions, showcasing their musical compatibility, but this off-duty rendezvous hints at a possible friendship outside of work. Could it be that they are simply the best of friends who enjoy each other's company? Or does this signify a romantic relationship that they've chosen to keep private?

K-pop fans are no strangers to speculating about the personal lives of their idols, but it's essential to remember that celebrities deserve their privacy, just like anyone else. Y/n and Minji's day out at Phantasialand could be simply two friends spending quality time together, exploring the beautiful city of Cologne.

OMG, Y/n and Minji are hanging out! My ship is sailing. ❤️

Typical PR stunt. They're probably just friends, but they want us to think otherwise for publicity. 🙄

Hanni and Haerin right now, watching Minji and Y/n having a blast at Phantasialand without them. Jealous level 100! 😂🙈

If Y/n and Minji are dating, can they at least share some cotton candy? That's the real test of true love. 🍭❤️

Why do fans always ship idols? It's none of our business. They're just coworkers and friends. 🤷‍♀️

Hanni and Haerin watching Minji and Y/n at Phantasialand like... 😒

Okay, but the way Y/n looks at Minji? I'm convinced! #Y/njinForever 💕

K-pop idols can't have normal friends without everyone thinking it's a secret romance

Plot twist: Y/n and Minji were just trying to find the best roller coaster for their next music video!

It's nice to see the members taking a break and enjoying some downtime. Everyone deserves a fun day out!

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing Minji and Y/n's friendship shine, but is it too much to ask for a girls' day out with Haerin and Y/n too? 💃👯‍♀️

#Y/nji forever! I've been shipping them for ages. This is just more proof that they're meant to be together. ❤️

#newjeans x reader #haerin #newjeans hyein #newjeans hanni #minji x reader #hanni pham #danielle #newjeans #newjeans minji

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Maze runner chapter sixteen

Previous chapter

Masterlist

You run on a treadmill, several wires and monitors attached to you. Opposite you Newt runs on another, but he is younger. Close to the age he was when he went into the maze.

“What have you seen?” A woman asks and you recognise the voice.

“Several of the children have paired off into male and female counterparts.” A male voice spoke clinically.

“That's normal for children, nature is to find a good mate….wait.” Ava Paige walked past you, “If our children have an immunity, think what could happen to theirs! This is good. Make a list of the pairs and put them in the same groups for the Mazes.” She ordered the other man.

“Yes ma'am.”

You turn and the scene changes. Across from you is a small tiger cub that you roll a ball to.

“So why the animals?” You ask her. Ava Paige crouches down beside you.

“Well certain animals seem to also have immunity so we are giving them the same tests as you. If we're lucky we'll be able to cultivate it through them.” she gives you a small and pats your shoulder.

In an instant you're lying back on a bed, your arms strapped down at your sides.

“This won't hurt a bit.” A male voice says to you and a needle pierces your skin.

“Why are you doing this? Where's Alby?” You ask, your words slurred into each other.

“Just relax y/n” Ava strokes back your hair, “everything is going to be fine. You're so very special but I need to know how this will affect you. You're going to save the world, y/n”

There's another sting in your arm and your vision begins to blur.

You sit up quickly and see Thomas standing not too far away. He looks back at you, giving you a sad smile. The others are slow to get moving so you attach several of the bags to Mai Mai's harness. Newt holds onto your hand as you walk. The heat is immense with no shelter in the heart of the desert. You wrapped the pink scarf from your neck around your head in hopes to keep the sun off your head a little. You pour the last of your water into Mai Mai's mouth. Seeing this Newt hands you his own. You shake the bottle first

“Newt no.” You try to hand it back to him but he won't take it.

“No you need it, I'll be okay.” He says and brings the bottle up to your lips. You let the liquid drip down your throat and relish in a moment of wetness in your mouth.

“Come on love birds we're almost there.” Frypan laughs.

As you walk, night slowly falls over you bringing with it a cold whipping wind.

“Maybe we should rest for the night, carryon in the morning?” Minho suggests. You all agreed and settled down. Once again you and Newt held onto each other, Mai Mai curled around you, her head resting over Minho's shoulder.

A crackling above you all Wakes Thomas.

“I see something.” You jump and move to him.

“What is it? What…”

“You see that? It's lights. We made it.” He points to a series of lights on a building not too far away.

“We could make that.” you say.

As you all start picking up your things there is a crack of lightning from the large grey clouds behind you. It was rolling in fast.

“Run!” Thomas shouts, kicking you all into sprinting. With each rattling strike the lightning gets closer to you. The heat is felt on your backs as you run.

A car is hit beside you and flings past your head, barely missing you.

Finally you all get to the buildings and just as you pull a door open Minho is hit by a bolt. He and Thomas are sent flying to the ground.

“Come on, help!” Thomas shouts as he climbs to his feet. Mai Mai darts over and grabs Minho's shoulder. Frypan and Thomas lift onto her back and they help to keep him stable as they all run into the building.

“Minho!” You call as Mai Mai shakes him off.

“What happened? I think you got struck by lightning.” Minho said as he came round.

“Come on, let's get him up. Nice and slow. Okay. Let's get him up..Think you can get up?” Thomas spoke quickly.

“Yeah? Oh, my God. Thanks, guys.” Minho says as he leans on his friends.

“What's that smell?” Teresa asked. She flicked on her light and was instantly attacked by a creature like the ones before. She jumps backward in time so that it can't reach her; it's chained at the neck. More and more start reaching out, their strained vocal chords a screeching.

“I see you've met our guard dogs.” A female voice says.

“Who's that?” Frypan asks. A girl walks calming through the middle of the creatures, each of them reaching out for her but unable to reach. Her hair is cut short to her head and she wears a worn old clothes.

“Stay back! Stay back!” Minho calls to her.

“You guys look like shit. Come on. Follow me. Unless you want to stay here with them.” She laughs. You cautiously follow her, making sure to stay in the middle of the path.

There are lots of people hanging around the big room. It was some kind of old warehouse.

“Jorge wants to meet you.” She said as she walked through the crowd.

“Who's Jorge?” Thomas asked.

“You'll see. No one's come out of the Scorch in a long time. You've just got him curious. And me, too.” She smirks at him over her shoulder. Newt and Frypan look behind them at the crowd that had begun to follow you.

“Anyone else starting to get a bad feeling about this place?” newt said.

“Let's just hear him out. See what he has to say.” Thomas says back to him. The girl leads you up a set of metal stairs to a room that looks like a proper home. Trinkets were stacked on shelves, a radio set up and a record player, a desk and a bed. It looked comfortable.

“Jorge, they're here.” The girl said striding into the room with you all trailing behind her. He pushes her.

“Quiet. Damn it. Do you ever get the feeling

the whole world's against you?” He turned to them, his eyes narrowing in on each of you and then the tiger, “ Three questions. Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit? Don't all answer at once.”

You all glance at each other.

“We're headed for the mountains. Looking for the Right Arm.” Thomas announced for you all. Jorge looks at each of you in turn once more. “You're their leader?” He asks Thomas.

“No, we're all equal.” He replies. Jorge takes a step forward and Mai Mai copies, stepping in front of Thomas. The older man lifts his hand and retreats slightly.

“Okay, I get it. Well in that case come right in and take a seat. The rest of you can go.” He waves off the crowd. A man with a bald tattooed head bares his metal teeth with a growl.

“You heard him.” Brenda lifts her gun and reluctantly the crowd disperses.

When he is sure they are gone, Jorge starts rushing around packing things into a bag.

“Wait, what's going on?” Thomas asks.

“Listen, you gotta just play along for a moment. Make it sound good, like you're worth nothing.” He commands you as he rips wires from his radio. He calls out questions that make no real sense and Thomas lies about being rejects of W.C.K.D.

“Brenda, go get your things but do it discreetly.”

She nods and walks out of the room as calmly as she can.

“What's going on?” You ask.

At that moment you hear a deafening noise above the building and several shots are fired below. The people who had followed you up were now shouting and screaming.

You blood freezes when you hear the voice on a megaphone.

“Good evening! This is the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. We have your compound completely surrounded.” Janson's voice echoed around the walls, “You find yourselves, through no fault of your own in possession of WICKED property.”

“Quick go down this corridor I'll be right there.” Jorge directs you all.

“Return them to us unharmed and we'll consider this a simple misunderstanding. Or you can resist and every last one of you will die. It won't be long before the Flare wipes out the rest of us. The hope of a cure lies in your hands. The choice is yours.”

Brenda who had now returned with her bag ran over to Jorge who was flipping a record in his fingers.

“What are you gonna do?” She asks.

“I'm gonna play 'em my favorite song.” He smiled at her and flicked on the record player.

“Oh, shit.”

Next chapter

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merthurians-prat-and-idiot · 1 year

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6x18 buddie coda

Warning: 6x18 spoilers

(I had lots of feelings about couches and wrote this! Just a lil post ep oneshot! Written very sleepily so be kind skss) Now on ao3!

🚒🌠

Buck's wandering along the aisle of Mr Mullins furniture emporium, trailing his hand over (soft, soft, scratchy, stripey?) fabrics when he just - freezes.

Natalia pulls up alongside him.

"Have you found one you like?" She asks but-

Its like the words are underwater, muffled, said through a crackling radio- because he's just - frozen.

Staring down at dark blue fabric.

Two navy back cushions, two seat- tall thin armrests.

A faint stain in the middle from knocking a bowl of salsa over in the middle of an intense Mario Kart battle- the echo of laughter and admonishments for using the coffee table as a foot-rest instead a snack one. The tiny tear across the side, courtesy of a 3am beer-fueled need to "try it over by the window!" and the slice of fabric against the wall. The easy change into a bed, sinking into its soft comfort.

Buck blinks and - it slides back into place, the tear knits back together, the laughter fades away and the stain vanishes.

Oh.

"Buck?"

He blinks again, his eyes wet.

Sleepy morning greetings, pancakes and syrup, reading horoscopes and answering scoffs, freshly washed uniforms, tangled shoelaces, car playlists.

Hands on ropes, tightening harnesses, stealing coffee, knocking shoulders, pressed head to toe.

Zoo trips and maths homework, video games and homemade dinners.

A life.

Lived together.

Buck does nothing to stop the tear that rolls off his cheek.

"I- uh- I have to go- I'm- I'm really s-sorry- this isn't going to work- I'm sorry I-" he stumbles, turning away and heading for the door.

And its like now the switch has been flipped- he wants to rush, to hurry towards where he's meant to be.

He makes it to his jeep in record time, long legs flying (like a frog stood up and tried to run, according to- oh - it was truly in every corner of his life)

And somehow, maybe the goddamn universe, he pulls up- unharmed despite his shaking hands.

He goes to knock and then gets hit once more and pulls out his own set of keys and turns them in the lock.

Buck breathes for a moment.

Warmth washing over him.

Home.

And follows the sounds of laughter.

He's sat on the couch. Of course he is.

Eddie.

And how did Buck miss this? The way his heart pulses in his chest, the way his eyes trace the pull of Eddie's mouth, the softening glance as he looks up and sees Buck standing there.

"Hey" Eddie speaks, soft & familiar.

Buck breaks into a grin.

"Hi"

"You're uh, you're not busy are you?"

Eddie huffs a laugh.

"You broke into my house to ask me if I was busy?"

"I have a key!"

"Pretty sure that was meant to be for emergencies" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, well, this is an emergency"

"Ohhh you mean like how you running out of doritos two weeks ago and "borrowing" some from here was also an emergency?" He tilts his head with a faux serious expression.

God, Buck loves him.

He sniffs, overcome suddenly- like in the aisle of the furniture shop.

"Uh, no I-" he ducks his head.

Eddie waits him out.

"I- needed to talk to you I - need - to talk to you- its- kind of- kind of important"

"Okay..."

"I- I was about to buy a new couch, I was standing infront of aisles and aisles of what was supposed to be the perfect couch for me and then I- I just froze"

Buck pauses for a moment and Eddie hums.

"Why did you freeze?"

"I saw a couch- it was blue- navy, actually and it looked soft and- and- familar and I looked at it and I saw things that weren't there"

"Do we need to get you checked for a concussion?" Eddie frowns, twitching forward.

Buck waves his hand.

"No- no- I just- it reminded me of something else, somewhere else- I saw a stain- right across the seat cushions- tomato salsa-"

Eddie's eyes flicker with something.

"I heard laughter and- and Mario Kart. I saw a tear, against the side- I felt the softness, the comfort of sinking into it- the warmth"

"What are you saying Buck?" Eddie croaks out.

"I- I'm saying that I realized I was in a store trying to find the right couch, only realize I was standing infront of it all along"

"As in now- I- I'm standing infront of it now-" Buck breathes.

"I've got a date tomorrow" Eddie replies.

"Oh"

"Right- I- I - I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"You should. You always should Buck"

"What?"

Eddie smiles, eyes shining.

"You should spill salsa all over this couch, you should fall asleep on it after dinner, you should play Mario Kart here with our son, you should sit down and you should stay"

Buck sniffs.

"You want me to stay?"

"I want you to never have to feel you need to ask that question again"

"And I want you to know you never needed to ask me"

"Eddie"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

Eddie's smile is like coming home.

"I love you too"

Buck falls-

And burrows down into the couch.

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