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mediumgayitalian · 3 months ago

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When Cecil was little, peppermint meant coming in from the cold.

It meant warmth, it meant hot chocolate, it meant his mother was home early. He liked peppermint. He liked it especially in the candy canes he would lift around Christmas, slipped into his coatsleeves at a busy department store, devoured on the bus home as his mother snorted at him.

"I'm pretty sure they arrest thieving seven-year-olds here, you know. We don't have money for bail. You're staying there."

Peppermint was fine. He didn't think of it often.

On a Tuesday in July, when he was nine -- he remembers because Tuesday was when the camp store used to restock -- he hopped up the rickety steps of the brightest cabin in camp, picked up the three packages of candy that had fallen out of his bulging pockets, and knocked on the door.

"Will?" he called, peering through the darkened screen. "Are you here? You weren't at our spot."

Cecil does not actually remember how long it took for someone to come to the door. He remembers it took some time, because taking any time at all was unusually. He didn't usually have to knock. Even now, it is odd for the Apollo cabin door to be shut, especially in the daylight hours.

Eventually, there were footsteps. A tall, barefoot woman stepped out, swinging the creaky door closed gently behind her. A wave a peppermint followed her out, making Cecil's eyes water.

"Cecil," she said, smiling warmly. "Hey, kiddo."

Cecil rocked on his heels. "Hey, Cass." He glanced around her. "Where's Will."

"Oh. Um..." Cass turned back to face the door, biting her lip. In her silence, Cecil heard faint crying. "Come sit with me a second, okay?"

The oldest Apollo daughter sat delicately on the top porch step, tucking her long hair out from under her thighs. She patted the spot next to her, and after a moment -- staring at the door, straining to hear -- Cecil sat.

"Will," she said, after a moment, "is...sick."

Cecil frowned. "I thought you guys didn't get sick."

"We don't. Kind of."

Cecil waited. Cass didn't notice, looking out onto the common. He worried at her lower lip, fingers wrapping around her hair.

"He's not that kind of sick."

"What kind of sick?"

"You ever had a headache?"

"Yeah."

Cass traced a line in the woodgrain beneath them. "It's like that. A little."

"Well, can't you heal it? We're supposed to go in the woods today. Luke said he'll teach us how to trap a myrmeke."

"That's...no you're not. Tell him I said you two are absolutely not allowed to do that."

Cecil crossed his fingers. "Uh-huh. Can he come play soon?"

"...No, Cecil. He'll be sick for a while." She turned to face him, resting her chin on her hands. She smiled, slightly, but her dark eyes were round and wet. "Will gets something called migraines. It's like...um, imagine you're in the ampitheatre, doing sword practice. And then suddenly, boom! You're by yourself! And you're surrounded by monsters, but they're invisible. What are you going to do?"

Cecil pondered. That was a new one. Usually he imagined he's being attacked by Connor and Travis who have been cloned a million times and turned evil.

"Uh...start swinging?"

Cass smiled. "Right. Would make a pretty big mess of the ampitheatre, huh?"

"Probably."

"A little chaotic?"

"Duh."

"Hm." A cry came from the cabin again. That time, it was loud enough for both of them to hear it, even through the soundproofed walls. Cecil's stomach turned. "Sometimes, Will's brain thinks there's something wrong with it. But it doesn't know what. So it starts thrashing around, trying to get rid of whatever's hurting him, but it just kind of...makes things worse."

"So...his brain hurts?"

"Yes. It hurts so much that it makes his stomach hurt, and his skin, and even the lights hurt him a little."

The weird feeling in Cecil's stomach got worse. He turned toward the door, waiting, and after a few minutes, there was another cry, small and sad and hurt, like the one time he was walking home from school with his mom and they passed a puppy that had been left all by itself in an alley, barking for its mama. Cecil had cried the whole way home. He turned back to Cass, eyes burning.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Cass reached over and slid a hand over his shoulder, pulling him into her side. He stayed there, for a minute, hiding in her soft t-shirt. "It sucks, kiddo. I wish he could come play."

"When will he be better?"

Cecil pulled away, swiping quickly at his eyes. Cass let him, watching with soft eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, probably. Lee made him a salve with peppermint oil, and sometimes that helps. If he can sleep it off he might even be better by dinner." Cass glanced back at the screen. "I doubt it, though. This one is a bad one. You come by tomorrow morning though, okay? Bright and early. I'll tell Luke we need your help, he'll let you off your chores."

Cecil brightened. "Really? Can you tell him to give them to Connor instead?"

Cass snorted. "Don't push it, kid."

"Okay, okay." Cecil stood at her gentle push, climbing down the stairs and lingering on the crunchy grass. He fiddled under her raised eyebrows, reaching into his pockets. "Um, can you give him these? For when his stomach stops hurting."

He tossed up a pink package. Cass caught it, turning it over to read the label. She smiled.

"You steal these?"

"Yes."

"Nice." She tucked the Twizzlers in her pocket, grinning. "I won't tell, but Michael is still mad that you stole his comic books last week, si you better get lost before he sees 'cause he'll snitch. Bye, Cecil."

Cecil remembered the rage in Michael's eye and stepped quickly backwards.

"Bye, Cass."

She turned back up the stairs. The smell of peppermint was stronger.

It smelled a little less warm, this time.

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#this evening is the first time in five days i do not have a migraine or headache #praise the actual lord hallelujah #but also that sucked so bad i need to write about this. so tomorrow i will be continuing this #i would continue now but its Three Fifteen O Fucking Clock and i need to pass out lol #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #can i even use that tag when the characters in this story are a side character with like two lines and a character i made up? who cares #will solace #cecil markowitz #cass hasapi #cabin seven #will solace angst #cecil markowitz & will solace #cass hasapi & will solace #will solace you were so so loved. i hope you know that #my writing #fic #longpost

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toxic3mmy · 8 months ago

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Karl leaves some gummies that are aphrodisiacs, Quackity who passes by sees them and eats almost all of them, then the aphrodisiacs take effect and he goes home to solve his problem but you are right at his house 🤭🤭

prompt: alex eats special gummies

okayokayokay, this one was interesting to write… sorry if it’s too short!

alex was visiting a few of his friends at karl’s house. afterwards, you were supposed to meet him at his house and discuss his plans for his next big stream, as he decided that he wanted you in it.

unbeknownst to you,

alex was feeling a little bit peckish. as his friends chatted and laughed about random stuff, he asked karl,

“hey man, is it okay if i get a glass of water?”

to which karl scolded him for even asking, as alexis was obviously welcome to do practically anything at karl’s house.

and so he went to the kitchen and got a glass of water but then went to the food pantry to find what he was actually there for.

as he scoured through the pantry, he found a small bag of sour gummies. he proceeded to open the bag and frowned when he saw there was only one inside. he decided to eat it and look for any other of the same candy.

he had to dig through a few shelves when he finally found a fancy looking box full of similar heart shaped sour gummies. the front had some words in a different language. alex shrugged and ate one. then two… then a few more.

when his tummy was satisfied, he put the gummies back and returned to his friends in the next room.

after about 30 minutes or so, alex started to feel a little funny and so he decided to say goodbye and make his way home.

“oh fuck oh fuck… what the fuck is going on?” he said to himself as he paced his bathroom, hoping that he was just nauseous and needed to vomit

nothing came out… but something definitely came up.

he was hard… like rock hard.

he was as hard as he was when he ate a sex drive enhancement pill on a dare a few years back.

he needed relief from the building tension down below. he decided to go to his room and open his phone to pornhub.

he found a really pretty girl who just so happened to look similar to you.

he laid back in bed and undid his jeans, slowly taking his hard cock out. he started to rub himself, whimpering at the friction.

he bit his lip as he tried to concentrate and get off, his movements quickened to the sounds of the girl on the video.

he stopped as he realized that he wanted, no, needed more. this wasn’t enough.

a knock at his front door steered his focus away from what he was doing

shit… y/n was here

he completely forgot that you were coming over. he got himself dressed again and opened the door a sliver to see you

“hey! i brought you some coffee!” you said, holding two cups of iced coffee

“um.. actually, im not feeling well… can we rain check this for another day?” alex said, faking a cough

your face furrowed in worry

“what’s wrong? here, let me in so i can take care of you” you said

“n-no! … i mean um, im really gross right now and throwing up everywhere. i dont want to get you sick too” he said quickly

you shook your head and laughed softly, pushing the door open and moving past alex

“nonsense! i’ll make you that soup you love. it’ll fix you right up” you replied

alex was silent. you turned to look at him and saw that he had his hands obviously hiding his crotch

“do you have to pee or something? come sit down so i can get a better look at you” you gently lead him to his couch and he didn’t dare look your way at all. now you were really starting to worry

“alex? what’s wrong?” you asked and he shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes

“alex, please talk to me” you practically pleaded

“it’s so s-stupid… please don’t make me say it, it’s embarrassing” he said through sniffles

“oh lexie, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. i’m your friend, okay? i promise i won’t judge you. i just want to make sure you’re okay.” you reassured him

“fine… i was at karl’s and i got hungry. so i ate these stupid fucking gummies and they’re… they’re for… they make you horny! and i don’t even know how many i ate and this stupid god damn raging boner won’t go away!” he put his head down and cried softly from being overwhelmed

after deep thought, you pulled him up from the couch and started leading him to his bedroom

“let’s lay you down, okay?” you said and alex nodded softly

as you laid him down, he sighed and closed his eyes. this was the perfect moment.

you started by pulling off his beanie and you ruffled his hair. you then began to take his sweatpants off and he suddenly opened his eyes

“y/n? w-what—“

“shh, just let me take care of you”

his bulge was visible now. his dick was tucked underneath the waistband of his boxers with his leaking head peaking out. you crawled on top of him and helped him take off his shirt. your mouth immediately went to his neck, leaving wet open mouth kisses. you trailed down lower and attached your lips to one of his nipples.

alex whimpered and bucked his hips up at the sensation of your tongue circling around his sensitive nubs. you sucked and bit his skin, trailing down lower and lower.

as you were right underneath his bellybutton, you looked up at him as if asking for permission

“please y/n… please do something… i can’t take it anymore” he whined, tangling his fingers in your hair

you licked up his prominent shaft through his boxers and he was crying again, this time not from embarrassment but from pleasure. you laughed softly and released his member from his boxers, sliding the article of clothing off his body and onto the floor somewhere.

you took his long dick in your small hand and began to pump him at a slow pace, making sure to lick up all the precum from his tip.

“oh fuck! yes! m-more!”

“i barely did anything” you laughed, going back to running your tongue on his tip

“it’s just so good” he grunted as he bucked into your face

“get on your knees” he said suddenly and you quickly got down from the bed and onto your knees

you looked up at him as you fully engulfed him into your mouth. alex threw his head back and started to slowly find a pace in which he thrusted himself deeper into your throat

what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, your hands took care of expertly

“god—yes! y/n, you have such a pretty little dirty fucking mouth—ah!” he held your head with both hands now, forcing himself down your throat until you couldn’t breathe

your eyes were watery, causing your makeup to run, and you were gagging like crazy around his cock but you couldn’t care less, he sounded too good to stop

“stand up and bend over the bed” he growled and you did exactly that

he was behind you now, rubbing his tip between your slippery wet lips. you mewled as he rubbed against your clit with his cock, loving the feeling

“please just put it in! g-give it to me lexie, please!” now you were the one whining

as he entered your warm slick cunt, he gathered your hair in one hand and pulled your head back to reveal your neck. he kissed and sucked the skin right underneath your ear and left little dark colored bruised from sucking so hard

“bet you’ve imagined this huh? me burying my cock deep inside of you?” he asked and all you could do was moan out his name

“i’ve fantasized about exactly this. bending you over my bed, taking all of you. fuck.. you’re so fucking tight! joder, mami, you really know how to take it, don’t you?” he said as he sped his pace up, his balls smacking against your plump ass

“you feel s-so good… nghh!” you whimpered out

you were pushing yourself backwards onto his cock, meeting his thrusts

“i don’t think i— im close alex! ‘m so c-close!” you cried out, throwing your head down into the mattress to muffle your screams

“yeah baby? so soon? aw, c’mon, i know you can last longer hm, chiquita?” he purred and still sped up, giving your ass a loud smack

a few more thrusts and you came with a shout of his name. as you came down from your high, your body shuddered with complete pleasure. after catching your breath, you sunk down to your knees in front of him once again

he grabbed your chin forcefully and said in a gruff voice, “open up, sweetheart”

you did as he ordered and he laid his swollen tip on your tongue as his hand pumped himself quickly

your mouth was wide open and you were whimpering with anticipation for his cum

alex was moaning louder than before and finally, he came in short spurts on your tongue and down your chin

he caught his breath and took you to his bed. the two of you laid down, you on his chest comfortably and completely fucked out.

“are you… are you still hard, alexis?” you asked with genuine surprise

“yeah” he laughed

“round two?” you offered in an innocent voice and he laughed even more

“si mi amor, just give me a sec” and he held you tightly to his body

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x y/n #quackity smut

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mehiwilldoitlater · 10 months ago

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I felt so sorry for the prince rat. It's like, little baby needs to be protected at all costs and urgently needs a friend. 😭😭🤲❤️

Wouldn't it be a bother to continue? I just want to see a happy ending for the rat prince (I'm not pressuring you!).

"Came on, everybody! Togethere!"

"HEAVE-OH!"

A big number of small monkeys, cubs, and youngster were frolicking the old well at the edge of the forest. With the help of the rope, they were trying to take up the water. Or, better say, something in the water.

You were on your way back to the mountain; being the only human gave you free access to the mortal village, holding one Bing Tanghulu in your hand and another in your mouth, already half eaten, and it was there that you noticed the crawd of monkeys, busy in that activity. The well was used by them, and the small basket of water wasn't such an issue to rise up, so something was on there.

"Hi little ones! What are you planning this time?"

"Miss y/n! You're back from town!"

"We're trying to get the funny thing out of the well!" Said one of the smallest ones in the group, holding the rope rather than pulling with its brothers and sisters.

"Trying to get the funny thing out of the well, uh?" You poked your face near the edge of the rock structure. "Well, that's one I never heard before!"

And, as you ended that sentence, a low moan escaped from the same well, letting you loose the grip of the candy from your hand.

"OH GOD, THERE'S SOMEONE DOWN THERE?!"

Without another request, you grabbed the rope, helping the monkeys to rise whoever was so unlucky to fall in a well. Finally, a silhouette started to appear from the shadow, and... Two pairs of yellow irises, an old and rattled prestigious armor, a furry face with some rodent features.

There, face to face, you were dragging out the same rat prince that you met at Yellow Wind Ridge.

His eyes suddenly got bigger, fueled with refound glimps.

"FRIENDY!"

You screamed, alongside the children, loosing the grasp on the rope and letting the giant creature fall back in the well.

//////

"Ok everyone, ready for everything!"

Now, the youngest were replaced by the oldest ones, stronger and ready to attack the intruder of their land. Yuán Fèn, the destined one, was covering you with himself, his staff ready to strike at every chance of danger for you, while you were trembling, wondering how that creature was able to follow you two to Mount Huagou.

The group was able to rise the Yaoguai like before, but this time. Once out, the creature searched for something, and, once he had laid his eyes on you, he found it.

"FRIENDY!" He freed himself from the ropes, fell ungraciously on the ground, and started to move with that same level of agility towards you.

You gasped while your monkey friend was ready to point his weapon at the unwanted guest, making him stop in his tracks.

"Not another step! You seem to remember my staff, so you better keep your distance!"

The gargantuan rodenmt seemed concerned by the warning of the simian but kept on moving, hoping to get a glance at you, while you were still shielded by Yuán Fèn and garded in distance by others, all of them armed with their own staff.

"How the heck did he find this place?! How was he able to follow us?!"

"Maybe he followed your smell, Y/N; you stayed in that cave for some time, and he must have memorized!"

"Hihi, rats have the best smell! But they're not big as this one here!" The children, mischievous as always, didn't fled like the second time and watched from the trees the scene in front of them. Since they were used to normal kinds of rats, a Yaoguai one like that must have been news for them; that's why they were calling him the funny thing when they were recovering earlier. You, on the other hand, were less enthusiastic about his presence since your last encounter.

"My, oh my...our Bián huá had cought quite the catch, um?" An old and calm voice emerged from the small corwd; the elder monkey appeared, laughing a little, observing the scene that was unfolding.

"I swear! It wasn't my intention! He just...followed me here!" You pleaded, hoping to not have endangered the monkeys.

"Oh, he's not something to be bothered about. I was most interested in how this distinctive creature had followed you two."

You both explained the happening: the destined one falling in an ambush, you being captured, and this Prince behavior. The eldest, listening, had sniockered a few times, mostly for your ignorance on the rat's intention, but kept shut.

"Clearly," Yuán Fèn said, "he can't stay here. This is not a place for him, and his people still need him, especially since his older brother and his father abscence."

"I believe," the elder continued, "that he won't go away even on his own." He gestured towards another attempt of the prince to grab you or touch you with his tail, always prevented by a move from you or from Yuán Fèn.

"And I REALLY don't want to set another foot at Yellow Wind Ridge; they'll believe we have abducted him or something!" You said again, finally deciding to scoff away the tail with a small kick.

"Um, if he can't go back...and we can't accompany him...someone has to come and fetch him, don't you think?" The leder seems to have someone in mind; he has been always kept informed of all of your adventures and meetings, and he must have already had someone in mind.

"The third prince, maybe?" Yuán Fèn suggested, remembering the man that you two met at the Pagoda realm.

"Oh! You right!" you suddenly gleemed again. "We can inform him! He's his brother; he's his responsibility after all! And, besides, it could be a good way to get his family together, no?"

It seemed like a reasonable idea! Even if you were a little afraid of the possibility of the third prince tò refusing.

"In that case," the elders keep it on. "Why don't send him a message about it?" In the mean time..." He took a little pause; that reminded you more of a dramatic pause. "Y/N, why don't you help him around?"

"ME?!"

Yuán Fèn instantly got beat the elders; even he didn't like that idea. It was one case if it was having a Yaoguai running around and making a mess; another was all of these things and having him following you like a shadow!

"Old One, this is impossible! He clearly doesn't have good intentions; leaving him with the Bián huá is a danger to us and the mission!"

"Or," he stopped the younger, "he'll behave...and act properly...as the same Bián huá asked." No?"

He looked at you, arching on of his hairy eyebrown.

You looked at the rat; you know he had understood everything all of you had said; in fact, he was... It was a puppy face? He was making a puppy face to convince you?! You let a sigh escape from you; there's no way out of that.

"I guess... I can try to make him eat any monkey...

The elders smiled, patting your shoulder with a satisfied voice.

"Let's send the letter right away then."

And so, without if or but, you were stuck... with him. It wasn't easy for Yuán Fèn either, with all his brothers and sister snickering at the idea of the prince stealing his girl.

/////

"No! This is my room; you can't get in!"

Fighting with a giant rat that is trying to bring an entire plum tree in a small crevice into another one is quite hard, especially if you're just a human.

For the last week, you've been the only caretaker of the big fella. And oh boy, your entire adventure and task seemed like a nice walk in the park.

Hua and Fang, the two female monkeys who occupied the room with you, were utterly scared by this creature trying to get inside, only causing more ruckus from the other females.

"Present! Nice flowers for friendy!"

"You can put them outside! Stop! I'm coming, okay?! Cut it out already!"

You apologized to the two and tried to get the prince far away from the sleeping area. From a branch, observing with some worry, Yuán Fèn couldn't shake the idea that you've been far too soft on him. This wasn't the first time that he had crossed a line; man, the worst was when he started to follow you and the other female to the bathing zone. At least he and the other males were ready to stop him with some food, a second thing that could help them to get you some free time. From the rest, he seemed like there was zero chance to get you alone.

You took him away from the place that you helped him, with the assistance of the others, to make him a surrogated house for that time, a simple fabric, some sticks, and an old mattress for him. You had to stop up on a rock to look at him in the eyes.

"Listen up, big guy," he seated down, understanding the seriousness of your tone. "You can just keep doing this! Bursting into everyone's room, my room! Oh, and don't let me start with the bath story; I know everything! Have you any idea how many mess you caused? And how many of them do I have to clean?!"

You massaged your temples; he seemed hurt, but it was unclear if the message cut through.

"I know you just want to be nice; bring gifts and what you catch in the woods, but...listen, I just want some time for me!"

There was a moment of silence where you thought that he didn't get a thing of what you said; he always heard what he wanted to hear. But maybe he got that you felt frustrated, and he started to shake the tree, still in his grasp, gently over your head. A soft and gentle rain made of petals started to fall over you, the sunset only making the colors shine more. After some seconds, you giggled, covering your mouth.

"Is that a way to say sorry?"

He didn't hear a thing; as usual, he was only there, admiring your smile.

//////

Despite his attempts to take you out of the water, every time you just shove him away. Everyone was supposed to help the community, and today you were supposed to catch some fish.

He seemed agitated, like a dog that can't reach his owner, and kept on crying and howling to get him back.

"He's going to scare away all of the fish like this!" Fu, the young male, was right. You both were there for more than an hour and didn't get anything. Sooner or later, you both have to return to the village and confess your unluckiness since your guest didn't like the idea of you in the water.

"Prince, please, I'm fine! Let us catch the fish in piece, then we can go back!"

Here some silence, finally! The two of you started to come back to your duty when a huge splash and a thunderous blast made both of you lose your balance and fall.

"WHAT THE F-" another blast, more splashing water.

The prince must have thought that, by helping you get more fish, you would have finished sooner and came back with him! So he started to use a huge log to hit the water, causing the fish to be hurt by the wave from it. Soon, the net was full of very much dead fish.

"Well, look at that! We're full for the day!" said Fu, with a frefound joy.

You laughed, and when he got closer, you hugged the prince's arm.

"You see?! You're amazing! Good job!"

//////

The moonlit was coloring the dark skies. Sitting in the grass, his tail tried to warm you up while you were too connected to look at the stars, maybe searching for a deity that wandered too far from the celestial court.

"I wonder if people are missing me at home." You finally spoke, ending the silence. "I've been away from home. I hope they're all okay."

A moan made you change your gaze from the sky to the prince. He had never looked at the sky once, to be fair.

"And you? Don't miss home a tiny bit." He just shoked his head. "I guess they miss you instead. You cared for them, and they do it too. They're just rodents, I guess."

You sighed; they seemed to care, so they wanted to feed him with you. It has passed an entire week now, and still no response from his younger brother. You started to worry that they had forgotten him, or worse.

His finger poked your face, worried from your expression.

"Home away," he spoke. "You here now. Me happy. You here. Very happy."

You smiled again, touched by his words, unaware of a bird coming to the village.

/////

The next day, Yuán Fèn seemed to be pondering, a little in his own world and not too far connected to his surroundings. That was an easy catch to let get away.

"BOO!" While almost trip from the stone, you laughed holding your stomach.

"Ha ha, laugh as much as you want. I'll take my time next time a Yaoguai tries to eat you."

"We both know that you would never do that." You sat next to him, holding him a khaki. "And I'm here with GREAT knews! The third prince responded to our letter and is coming here!"

"Oh! How long till he reach Mount Huagou?"

"He said he'd be on his way immediately, so I guess he'd just be near! Your vacancy away from me is almost over; savor the last days!"

"You hurt me!" he laughs, putting an arm around your shoulders. "I do enjoy our time together! I would like to not prepare for your way back home even."

"Hehe, I know, I know, I keep forgetting that I have to go back sooner or later. In that case, I'll savor these moments with you!"

And while the two of you shared a nice moment, a pair of eyes watched with jealousy, and some ears listened with grief.

////

That morning, when you woke up, you thought to find your new friend around, waiting for you to follow you around like every day by now; instead, no one was there. Did he decide to leave you alone? Strangely, every demand had passed through his ears.

"Hey," you stopped An, another of the youngest monkeys. "Did you see the Rat Prince?" He's usually here at this time."

She pondered a little rather than remembering.

"I heard him going to the training ground!"

Oh, so he wanted to train a little? Not exactely.

In that moment, Yuán Fèn was taking care of his duty by helping the youngers to train with their weapons, like mostly of his days there on the mountain, and heard the giant footstep of the rat. Despite their past, in these days he tried to be as gentle as you with him, even if he met only some poorly manners towards him, but he passed every one of them.

"Ah, look who's showed up here! Are you here for?" Before he could finish his sentence, a powerful blow from the prince Chui hit him with a direct blow that threw him away. The other monkey started to scream, showing teeth and trying to get closer, but the prince had nothing but his prey in mind.

Before he could have struck another blow, Yuán Fèn was fast enough to summon his staff and stop him in a stall. A small blood drop escaped from the simian mouth, trying to match the strength of the prince with his own.

"Did you lose your mind?! What are you doing?!"

"We settle! Me fight you! If I win, I take Y/N away! She won't leave; she stays with me! You disappear!"

So that's what he wanted?! A fight over you?! He knew you wanted to go home, that the mission needed you, and you wanted to help. What all of this against your wishes?! Yuán Fèn was enraged, not for the fight itself but because everything was born from the egoistical desire of that monster.

"As you wish!" And so the fight began. The two, under the watchful eyes of everyone, fought with surch brutality that they feared for the worst. That rat had proven to his people that he was strong, but he had never fought the destined one. He wasn't just strong; he was capable of many tricks and faster. No matter how many blows he received, he was ready to get back on his feet.

More blows were shared, more avoided, and some not, but the fight wasn't made to last.

"PRINCE!"

Your voice echoed, and the Rat stopped his last shot, allowing Yuán Fèn to get more space between himself and his opponent. You were there, at the entrance of the training ground, looking at the scene in disbelief.

"What...what are you doing?! Why are you fighting Yuán Fèn?!"

"Me settle! So we can stay together! Home, with me!"

"...W-what?" You looked at him confused, giving him the chance to get closer. Now, his enraged expression was more soft.

"You don't need to leave; you stay forever with me! We stand at the village; we are happy!"

"But... I don't... I don't want to..."

His look changed again; something hurt this time.

"I want to go back home, I told you! ...I need to stay and help the Destined one!"

"But I want you with me; we can be happy together!" He reached his hand towards you, one that you smacked away, offended by his words.

"I said I stay! I don't want to follow you!"

He looked at his hand. You had never smacked away like that. He grabbed your arm again, pulling it with violence. The sudden move was the last straw for Yuán Fèn; he had heard the clear sound of something broking and your scream. Before the prince could loosen his grip on you, the staff of the Destined one launched a last strike that launched the rat away, and he immediately took you in his own arms.

"You...VILE BEAST! Enough is enough! We had let you stay, we had fed you, and we allowed you this because of her, and you are repaying us with this?! HURTING HER?! I swear, if I even see your mutt at the entrance of the village, I'll kill you!"

Your pained scream echoed while Yuán Fèn rushed you to the elder monkey, aware that now he looked more like a rabid animal than the one that had vowed to protect you.

The prince, stuck in his tracks, could only see the crow disappear.

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In the follow days, just once the prince tried to get near you. He was spared because you begged Yuán Fèn, and that was the last time.

He didn't show up, not even in his small house. He seemed disappered.

You were cured; the healing wine was able to fix your arm, but it still hurt a bit, and your Yuán Fèn never left your side while you were anguishing in your pain. He should have known that that could have happened; it was clear that the prince planned something with you, but he never thought that he could go as far as attacking him or hurting you. Maybe your case was an accident, but he didn't care, not at all.

Finally, the day of the third prince's arrival came, and you had to tell him everything. Everyone wanted to greet him with nicety and some fun; instead, he arived with relief, knowing that he would have brought away his brother.

"I truly apologize; I cannot shake the fact that it's also my own fault. If I had never left my kingdom, nothing would have happened."

"It was meant to happen," said Yuán Fèn, "and we know you'll do what is necessary for him."

He hummed, worried more about your silence than all.

"Y/n, it's something bothering you?"

"I wish we could say goodbye properly." Yuán Fèn looked at you shocked. "I just want things to not end like this! I endulged him; it's also my fault!"

The destine done sighed, looking at the third prince for some assistance. He nodded a little, knowing that maybe you and his brother needed that.

You founded him not far from the village, enough to see you all, or better you, but not enough to get beaten to death by the other monkeys. It was something about you and him, but even in that case, the third prince and Yuán Fèn stayed in close reach to avoid another accident like the last one.

The rat stayed there, too focused on breaking some sticks, unaware even of the presence of his own blood. When he saw you near, he seemed surprised, excited, or even afraid for something.

"Today is the last day; your brother is here." He didn't say anything, just staring at you, meddling with the sticks. "I know that you mean well; I know that you had suffered for a long time, but... the things you offer are not what I want. You must respect that, do you understand?"

He did; this time he did listen to you. But it was painful to him.

"I still want to be your friend. Do you still want to be mine?"

You smiled at him. You graced him again with that gentle smile that could break his heart every time you wanted. He wanted more, but it wasn't what you wanted after all. He toked the hand that you had offered him, holding it gently. It was so small compared to his own, soft and warm. He wanted to be the one to hold it. But it was set there that you belonged already to someone else.

At the end of the day, the two princes and some of their followers left Mount Huagou, leaving the monkeys behind, so they could keep back their daily lives. The second prince left, with a broken heart but a healing friendhip.

"He really did want to keep you with him." Yuán Fèn spoke, watching with you the group merging in the forest, "But I don't think he treasured you enough to know what you really wanted."

"And you?" your eyes met. "Do you treasure me enough?"

The young one decided to not speak, deciding to just hold your hand and squish it.

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awoonon · 7 days ago

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⁺₊⋆ Phainon Headcanons ⋆⁺₊

just a collection of all my favorite phainon hcs!! I might add onto this whenever I remember more

𖥔 — He is 6'5" / 195 cm he is taller than both his parents and his grandparents

𖥔 — He has BPD, PTSD, Anxiety, and OCPD

𖥔 — People always call Phainon dog coded and I agree but he's a husky to me!

𖥔 — He also has insomnia and often runs on only a few hours of sleep he'll only get more if he physically exhausts himself or is made to sleep (he has a habit tho of sneaking out when he's put on bed rest)

𖥔 — This is more canon but Phainon has very bad self-destructive tendencies to the point where he often gets hurt but doesn't even realize it until someone points out said injuries and will always prioritize healing others rather than himself (bro could have broken bones and be trying to get someone with papercuts healed before him)

𖥔 — He is very numb and desensitized to the sight of golden blood but regular blood does make him nauseous because it gives him bad memories of his childhood

𖥔 — He is not very big on alcohol he has a pretty moderate tolerance but he just isn't a big like fan of most drinks like if people invite him to go out drinking he'll go and probably order a couple of drinks but he doesn't actively buy alcohol for himself

𖥔 — In modern AUs he is actually a very good driver- very safe and reliable- the kind that drives with one hand and his elbow out the window and sunglasses on yapping away with the radio playing and you're always arriving to the destination on time

𖥔 — He is the type to wear socks with sandals and not see any problems with it his fashion sense is absolutely horrendous

𖥔 — As a kid, Phainon was a bit of a crybaby, but he grew out of such habits because a hero doesn't cry and needs to be strong for others so nowadays as an adult he rarely ever cries

𖥔 — Another modern AU talk about but he would be an archaeologist!!

𖥔 — He has very good eye sight and a very good memory often remembering the names and faces of everyone he meets

𖥔 — Speaking of which Phainon knows practically every person in Okhema he grew up in a "small" village but it was the kind where everyone knew everyone so the habits carried over

𖥔 — He is the type that will drop everything (nothing important obviously) to do errands for other people it doesn't matter how silly or meaningless oh you need a cat out of a tree? He's got it! A basket off the top shelf? Here you go!

𖥔 — The old people in Okhema absolutely adore this man he is their grandson the grandmas constantly will tug on his cheeks and fawn over him because he is such a nice young man that always helps them

𖥔 — The children also love him because he plays with them and takes all their problems very seriously he'll crouch down and nod along to their talks before reassuring them as the Deliverer he will handle any problems! He also will play games with them

𖥔 — He doesn't curse it's very rare if he does and this is an entirely subconscious effort his mother would scold him a lot growing up if he cursed (mimicking the other kids) so it kind of just stuck with him but he doesn't mind! He doesn't really see what's so great about cursing anyways

𖥔 — The type to text with a lot of emojis and images to convey his feelings/emotions or reactions (he loves using dog/chimera memes the most)

𖥔 — Phainon is a mobile gamer but he is also VERY bad at video games in general he can get very competitive but it's all for fun like "um guys why can't I move? Oh, I'm running into a wall? Haha I didn't even realize! Ok what key is it again…" like watching him play video games is physically painful but also endearing (he is very good at his little mobile games he would absolutely rock in candy crush)

𖥔 — Phainon strikes me as the type who didnt eat his vegetables as a kid and never grew out of that habit

𖥔 — I feel like he doesnt buy a lot of “personal” things because he doesnt consider himself to have a home anymore like yes he lives in Okhema but its not home so his room is actually pretty empty and he doesnt see a problem with it (its entirely subconscious)

𖥔 — He's allergic to telling people "no" especially when it comes to helping them he feels compelled to help every single person he can because he is the hero- the Deliverer the one that would save them all I dont know if I'd go so far as to call it a savior complex its more like a weight and a burden he feels subconsciously compelled to do and he does enjoy helping people to an extent

#[chara: phainon ☀︎]#[writing: mine]#honkai star rail #hsr phainon #phainon #hsr

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evilminji · 1 year ago

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You know The Force™? Yes, from Star Wars.

What if It and Ectoplasm, as a vague, all encompassing Primordial Force That IS... were Exs?

Now, now, I here your scepticism. But hear me out! I am going somewhere with this! Possibly somewhere amusing! Might be candy! Who knows! ANYWAY~☆

The Primordial Forces That ARE.™

Imagine um like infinite, multidimensional, multidirectional, endlessly stacking, 2-D pancakes! That are ALIVE. Gods beyond godhood. Inherently Amoral. Not IMMORAL... Amoral.

As in removed from morality.

Outside it.

Just as they are with most things. Time, change, entropy and order. They are the textbook definition of "I EXSIST" in the eldrich sense. It's like trying to understand the thought process of rocks. A black hole.

The best thing everyone can do is move on and accept that our fleshy little meat brains are incapatible with the information we are trying to take in. They DO like us though! For the given quality of "like" as they are capable of understanding it.

It's neat. They are neat!

Why bring um up, though? Well~ >.> remember that "stacked" thing? Not EVERY universe has all of them. In fact, MOST universe don't have more then one! Why would you need TWO Infinte Powers watching you? You're not that special!

And if you ARE, that's not a GOOD thing!

So like? Star Wars? Has The Force. As does every variation and fic offshoot universe. The spin off series. Unknown, undiscovered, "and everything was peaceful, safe, and fine" universe's where nothing story worthy happened.

Danny? Gets Ectoplasm.

The Zone.

Which? Is where Ectoplasm stores their blorbos. The FUNNY ones. The INTERESTING ones. The "I just think they're neat" ones. And FRANKLY? It HAS TO STOP! It's getting out of hand! A hobby is ONE thing, but THIS? The last one tried to invade OTHER UNIVERSE. And now you want to put ANOTHER little crown on your favorite OC?

Stop TORMENTING the little thing! This is BENEATH YOU! No more "edgy" halfa creatures!

Give me that!

Aaaaaand Danny is in Space? W...Why is Danny in space? Danny doesn't WANT to be in SPACE. Danny was about to finally have a burger and a NAP! Guys? Guys, this isn't funny! Where the FUCK is he?? Why are all the ghosts blue?

Why can random space monks body him? But like... only conditionally? The swords are Tingly but the hand wave throw thing? Yeets like the football? And, hell yeah aliens? But boooo, most of them are jerks?

Also >:/ not so thrilled about how people talking about Clones. Or treating them.

And your "Chancellor" fruitloop is very... Vlad. Vibes be RANCID.

He wants to go home but might Have To Cause Problems On Purpose first.

Meanwhile? Skywalker n his secret wife are somewhere VERY green and the white not-wookies are very concerned about her health. But don't worry! They caught the problem early. And prenatal care in important. Also so is mental health. Here, talk to this soft pile of fur with a soft understanding voice! That's elder Councilfang!

Why? Because Ectoplasm is petty. Fuck YOU, Force. If you're gonna take THEIR favorite bloro, then Ectoplasm is gonna take YOUR current favorite TOO! See how YOU like your bloro missing!

@babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @spidori @lolottes @legitimatesatanspawn

#dpxstar wars #dp x star wars #star wars x dp #oh hey i made a new tag!#the force is trying to be the mature one here #but it REALLY hard when SOMEBODY is acting like a CHILD #blorbo theft au #minji's writing

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thezombieprostitute · 9 months ago

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Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Your laptop needs repair and you're at risk of embarrassing yourself and the company in front of some very big investors.

Warnings: Ransom kinda being an ass. Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

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You knock on the wall to Ransom's cubicle, startling him out of his focus. He gives you confused look, "what are you wearing?"

"It's my costume," you inform him, giggling. "I'm Bubbles! Me and a couple friends are dressed up as the Powerpuff Girls."

"I have no idea who the Powerpuff Girls are but 'Bubbles' is certainly appropriate for you."

"Thank you!"

Ransom gives you a confused look, "is there something you need?"

"I have a little thank you gift," you say as you bounce on your toes a little.

"And you couldn't just leave it on my desk or something?"

"That would be invading your space," you say, tilting your head in confusion. "That would be incredibly rude of me."

Ransom gives you a look you can't decipher before grumbling, "well thank you for that."

"Not a problem," you grin. You rock back and forth a little in expectation of an invite but he seems to be getting back to work. "Um, may I enter? So I can give you your thank you gift?"

He rolls his eyes and sighs a little, "so long as it's just a one-time thing, sure."

"I'll make a mental note to be sure to ask permission each time," you beam as you step towards his desk. "Oh! You have candy!"

"It's not for me," Ransom shakes his head. "Jake and his wife are bringing their toddlers around for some kind of Halloween practice and Syverson's told everyone in the department they're required to participate."

You're practically shaking with excitement, "that is so adorable! Oh, please tell me there will be pictures? I'd love to see the kids in their costumes! They're still toddlers? Oh, they're gonna be so small and tiny and adorable!"

Ransom holds out his hands in a placating gesture and you force yourself to calm down. You're getting the impression he doesn't do well around energetic people.

"I'll make sure Jake emails you some pictures," Ransom huffs.

You give a small squeal of delight, "thank you!" Your eyes widen as you realize you've been distracted from the purpose of your visit. "Before I forget again," you reach into your bag and pull out the sweater weather pusheen you got for him.

"What...what is this thing?" Ransom asks.

You pause for a moment and Ransom thinks the question broke your brain. "Okay," you start, "I kind of understand not knowing who the Powerpuff Girls are, you were probably 'too old for cartoons' when the show came out. But you're telling me you don't know about Pusheen? It's everywhere!"

Ransom's face contorts into an angry pout, "I guess I just don't pay enough attention."

His reaction makes you stop in your tracks, realizing you've overstepped. "I'm sorry," you tell him. "That was rude of me. Not everyone pays attention to the things that I care about and I should recognize that."

Ransom's face softens, "it's fine." You stand there, awkwardly, for a bit before Ransom asks if there's anything else you need.

"I just..." you take a deep breath. You need to be careful here. "Would you like to be friends?" Ransom raises an eyebrow. "You just...and I'm sorry if I'm being too much, or if I'm wrong, but...you seem like you could use a friend or two? Even if it's just here at the office?"

Ransom freezes as he tries to keep himself calm. He knows he needs others in life, it's one of the things he's been learning from the psychology books and programs. But it still hurts, deeply, to be called out on it.

You see the barely concealed rage on his face and whisper, "I'm sorry. I'll back off."

"You're not wrong," Ransom confesses quietly. "It's just a very sore spot for me."

"Would it be okay if I occasionally came around to chat?" Your voice is full of optimism that has Ransom fighting his instinct to roll his eyes. "You can do the same too. If you need to talk, just stop by my desk! Or if you wanna chat in the break room or something."

Ransom sighs, "okay."

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

@late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ozwriterchick; @ronearoundblindly; @lokislady82

#tech tuesday #tech tuesday: ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female!reader #it!ransom drysdale x office worker!reader

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minnie-binjin · 8 months ago

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♥︎DREAM OF YOU♥︎

MINORS DNI 18+!!

genre:smut, mh caught having a wet dream about you.🙏

CW: Switch!mh, Switch!afab reader, unprotected sex (cut the cameras) p in v, creampie, dry humping, and edging (I'm sure that's all, but let me know if there's more)

p.s:FIRST TIME WRITING DONT EXPECT GREATNESS!!

You've been having a REALLY hard day at work. Stressful couldn't even cut it, so of course, all you wanted to do was get home to your bed and have a little fun here and there and hopefully minho wasn't going to interfere with that as he's always needing something around the house or at least most of the time that's what he needs.

Finally, getting to your home and opening the door to your shared apartment with your roommate on the couch sleeping, closing the door normal as caring for his nap, wasn't an issue as he usually asked you to wake him when you get home so no need for any silence. As you walk over to wake him, that's when you heard it.

"Y/n...fuck you're so tight, I-I'm gonna cum fuck." An incoherent but very visible sentence came from his lips. What was he dreaming about? Why were you in it? In the main part of your mind, you were extremely confused and conflicted and the other...so fucking turned on. It felt so wrong and weird, but the way he said your name was whiny and needy, he sounds so desperate that it's driving you crazy.

You just wanted to sit there and listen to the rest, feeling the wetness of your aching cunt mixed with the groans of Minho's mindless moans were too much, you wanted to feel him, you needed to feel him. You slowly crouched down near his face, now being more able to the sounds come from his mouth more better and god they were so fucking good, patting on his chest to wake him looking at his sleepy face as his eyes softly open.

Looking at you as you smile slyly at him as you watch his eye go blank then to a shy panic. "Y-Y/n um hey, how are you?" Minho rubs the back his head, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. "I'm wonderful, Min. How did you sleep, hm?" You say sweetly, his nickname basically rolling off your tongue like candy. "And that dream. Was it good, baby?" Slowly climbing onto the couch straddling Minho with no other thought, giving him no time to process, rubbing your soft, warm cunt on his hard, and extremely noticeable dick. Watching as Min's face changes from a nervous to weak pleasure look made you even more wet and needy for him.

"Shit...Y/n fuck I-you're so warm, feels so good mama please don't stop." Min grabs at your hips, clawing at the silky fabric wrapping and shaping your curves. "I'm gonna cum mama please..don't stop." Looking up at you with so much despair you could just eat him rn, even then you began lifting your body from his hard dick with no effort, causing him to whine pathetically as your warmness leaves his crotch. "Cmon baby, not yet ok? I still want you to fill me up." Taking off the pants you had on fairly quickly, going right back to straddling Minho looking at him with seductive eyes, pulling down his shorts and bowers as his throbbing dick lays on his chest hard as a rock.

Moving your underwear to the side with one hand, stroking Minho with other, lining yourself up with his dick as you slowly sink onto his hot throbbing length.

"Holy shit you're so big, Min baby." Bitting down on your lips as you move yourself up and down slowly on him as your ass and his hips meet constantly until all you both hear is the sound of skin slapping together the faster you moving on his dick. "Min fuck I-I'm so close, I can't hold it please!"

You feel your climax slowly reaching as your eyes meet the back of your head, clawing into Minho's shoulder as you press your chin to his neck, both of you moan in an almost pornographic way. "C'mon Mama, cum for me. I'm close too ok? Just cum." His filthy reassuring tone threw you over the edge, cuming more than a toy has ever made you. You constantly clench as min fucks you through your high, causing Minho to cum not to long after you filling you with his warm white liquid as he finally stops pulling out of you to let it all come out of your swollen and abused cunt.

"I'm sorry, you just felt so good." Minho chuckles, pushing his face into your chest, huffing softly. "It's okay, Min. I won't die from it." You ruffle his hair, trying to catch your own breath from that intense situation, definitely forgetting about all the stress from before.

The end.

Hope you liked it! :))

#stray kids #stray kids smut #lee know smut #skz smut #skz headcannons #skz imagines

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katyawriteswhump · 6 months ago

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I do, I do, I do 💝

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 29 prompt, fairytale, and @whumpcember day 29 prompt, choked.

Rating: E; WC: 987 CW: sex, knotting, biting. Tags: Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, fluff and angst, sex, fairytale-ish setting, cracky tbh, happy ever after. Summary: Omega Princess, Steve, has been conducting an illicit affair with devilishly handsome woodsman, Eddie. When his mother, the queen, announces an unwanted marriage for him, he has nobody else to run to…

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Steve stumbled into the forest, with his corset laced so tightly it choked him. He’d not intended to flee in this stupid pink ballgown. However, his mother had announced that he was to be wed to Lord Breedemhard.

At midnight tonight.

He ran.

Now, fear and cold congealed his blood. Mud clogged his silken slippers. Worse, the horses and hounds of his royal mother’s search party drew nearer. He was beyond exhausted, barely able to breathe… and now he scented another kind of beast, barrelling toward him.

They pounced, body-slamming Steve into a patch of fortuitously springy-soft moss. A wild-haired, mahogany-eyed Alpha pinned his wrists, growling:

“What’s an edible Omega like you, doing in a forest like this?”

“I… I…” Steve trembled too hard to think. The Alpha licked Steve’s unbroken mating gland, then backed off, frowning.

“Baby, you’re scared. I know we didn’t arrange a tryst today, but I scented you and now I smell sadness. Don’t wanna play?”

Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s neck, told him everything: “I know our secret liaisons are a game for you, but I have n-nobody else.”

Eddie muttered under his breath. Steve, sniffling, braced for rejection. Then Eddie enfolded him tight, rocking soothingly. Steve cursed the corset more than ever, because he could barely feel Eddie’s kind caressing hands:

“I thought you were the one playing games with a lowlife woodsman, Princess.”

“Then I’m sorry! I know I can be a tease, even a bit of a bitch, but… I’m very much in love with you.”

“Seriously, you can’t mean—”

“I do, I do, I do!” Steve got right in Eddie’s baffled face, searching it desperately. “Tonight, I’ll have to say that to an Alpha thrice my age, after being punished for ruining my gown. Unless you’ll help?”

Not that Steve could hear his pursuers anymore. He wasn’t even that scared. Eddie’s comforting closeness overwhelmed his senses, as did Eddie’s words:

“I love you too.” He cupped Steve’s face and smiled, setting Steve’s heart flipping. “I didn’t dare hope. I ache when we’re apart… Mmmmf!”

With an un-Omega-like boldness, Steve initiated the kiss, which Eddie returned hungrily, plundering passionately to Steve’s depths. It was like being swept away over the rainbow… till Steve started seeing stars, and not in a good way.

Bloody corset! Can’t breathe!

Eddie broke the kiss. “What’s wrong? You’re safe now. They won’t find you.”

“Oh… um, crazily, it’s not mother.” Steve tugged his ballgown from his shoulders. “Omegas are supposed to have tiny waists and perfect deportment. This stupid corset suffocates me.”

Eddie nuzzled tenderly at Steve’s nape, while loosening the laces. As his breathing grew easier, Steve filled his lungs with Eddie’s potent Alpha musk. Finally, Eddie eased Steve out of the torturous whalebone cage and tossed it aside.

“Thank you!”

Steve whirled around so they could kiss again, and Eddie pressed him back into the moss. He’d never felt so loose and relaxed, so pliant and ready to play. Eddie’s nearness and kisses ignited a nectar-like glow inside him. The gush of slick from his cleft had him squirming with glee.

“Claim me now, Alpha!”

He anticipated a brush-off. To be fair, they should probably hide from his mother.

Instead, Eddie beamed wolfishly: “With pleasure, my Princess.”

Eddie unlaced his britches, and his Alpha cock sprung free, weeping in a fashion that made Steve rather proud. Meanwhile, that candied glow became a nigh-torturous ache of emptiness. Fortunately, Steve’s tattered petticoats hitched up easily, and Eddie inserted his steel-rod of an erection between Steve’s wet folds.

“You sure?” whispered Eddie. They’d only played games before, and Steve was a virgin.

He gaped, nodded. Eddie’s tongue breached Steve’s mouth for another kiss the same instant that cockhead split him.

“Good?” asked Eddie.

“Sublime.”

Eddie nudged deeper, stretching Steve’s oh-so-wet-and-ready tunnel impossibly wide—plowing slow and sweet, while Steve adjusted, any slight pain fading. Steve soon rocked his hips, silently pleading. Eddie let rip. Everything disintegrated beyond the feel of Eddie inside him, kindling hitherto unknown sensations of rapture that built and built. Even better, Eddie made love—his adoring gaze penetrated Steve’s soul. All Steve could do was bask in it, whispering, “l-love yoooou… ooooh!”

The wondrous friction gradually grew too much, bordering on torture again. When an unexpectedly high-tide of it burst, Steve cried out, clamping so hard around Eddie that Eddie howled too. His knot caught inside Steve, and he stopped moving, while his dick swelled even larger, pumping out molten heat.

“Sorry, Princess.”

“D-don’t you dare apologise for giving me what I’ve craved since we met.” Steve loved this stuffed feeling as much as anything. He still wanted more: “Bite me!”

Eddie’s fangs pierced Steve’s mating gland, and the sharp pain robbed his breath yet again. He saw stars again too. They were almost as beautiful as his mate, whom they only briefly eclipsed.

Eddie nested with Steve in the velvet moss, his knot buried deep. He kissed Steve’s sore neck and smothered him with love, while in the distance, the search party danced in fruitless circles.

“I ruined their ball.” Steve snickered. “Thank you for ruining me.”

“You’re more perfect than ever,” whispered Eddie. “No more games.”

“One thing confuses me, tho’. How did you know we’d not be found?”

Instinctually, he’d trusted his Alpha to keep him safe. It was still befuddling.

“Sweetheart, I might look like a devilishly handsome woodsman. I’m also a wizard on the lute and… a powerful mage. I cast a protection spell when you told me about your pursuers.”

“Oh.” Steve let that sink in, then returned to enjoying the fullness of Eddie’s knot, while purring more madly than he’d believed possible. “Thank you, Alpha.”

A few hours later, Steve’s mother was handed his corset—covered in fake blood that Eddie had conjured—and presumed he’d been ravaged by beasts.

Steve and Eddie, meanwhile, returned to a cosy cottage, raised six pups, and lived happily ever after.

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(yes, um... sorry. Again. Set very loosely in the same universe as this fic, which could be read as following on, although the tone is rather different.)

tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

#steddie holiday drabbles #whumpcember24 #steddieholidaydrabbles #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #fairytale au #steddie #omegaverse steddie #steddie omegaverse #top eddie munson #bottom steve harrington

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kyoshithewriter · 2 months ago

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The Missing Piece. (Part one)

Summary: In which a nanny brings a family back together.

Warnings: There will be angst, family struggles, mentions of depression, smut (18+)

A/n: And we know I love a good cliche and I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to write about this absolute DILF loool. I don’t intend to make this a lengthy series but let’s see where this goes. Enjoy.

“Single divorced dad needs a nanny. Competitive salary. If interested, call the number below.

************”

Simple. Straight to the point. Niamh eyes the ad in the paper torn between suspicion and hopeful optimism. There’s finally an advertisement for a job that does not require a completed degree or at least five years of experience. But it just seems so sketchy; like a trap by a lonely, old man to chain some poor, desperate person in their basement. It wouldn’t hurt to at least call, right?’ Her eyes drift over to the “past due” sign that her landlord had hung on her front door in a petty attempt to publicly embarrass her. Niamh has been out of work for a little over two months now; the small coffee shop a few minutes away having to let her go regrettably due to how slow business was. Even with the job, it was a struggle to make ends meet; the meager salary barely covered rent, food and her university expenses. Some days she would have to be satisfied with only eating once and be grateful for it. But life has been showing her recently that things can always get worse. Niamh has hit lower than rock bottom. She’s close to being evicted and dropping out of school to roam the streets of Cheshire aimlessly. With that thought, she sucks in a deep breath then empties her lungs completely before dialing the number. Niamh stands to pace in her small, cramped apartment as the line keeps ringing.

A deep, honeyed voice cuts in on the fourth ring;

“Hello.”

Niamh runs into the small coffee table out of surprise. She squeezes her eyes shut, taking a deep breath so she doesn’t curse out loud.

“Um, hi. I um… I saw an ad for a nanny?” The words sound like they were squeezed from her body. She clears her throat to compose herself.

“Oh, yes!” The person on the other end sounds like a kid in a candy store.

“When can you come in for an interview?”

“I’m available on weekdays after 2 pm and free all weekend.”

“So 2:30 tomorrow is fine, right? Sorry if it’s rushed but we’re desperate.” The person admits almost bashfully.

“I understand and yes, 2:30 tomorrow works.” Niamh tries to squash the hope blossoming in her chest.

“Good! I’ll text you the address. I look forward to meeting you… what was your name again?”

“Niamh.” She quickly supplies.

“Niamh, I’m Ivy. I’ll text you that address now. Talk soon.”

The woman hangs up as soon as she mutters a shy goodbye. A notification comes in a minute later- a message with the address. Niamh’s breath hitches; she recognizes it as the wealthiest part of town. Only actual celebrities and CEOs can afford to live there. She tries to physically shake the intimidation that threatens to creep in. But as the evening progresses, her chest gets tighter, her breaths are faster and her legs become more restless.

************

The autumn wind picks up and Niamh fears she might actually pass out in the middle of the almost abandoned street. Anxiety is already rattling her to her very bones and the cold doesn’t help. Even just existing in a place like this feels odd. The huge gated community is filled with modern- looking mansions with a variety of luxury cars visible in the front yards or opened garage doors. She cuddles further into her knitted, yellow sweater, trying her best to keep her eyes forward in fear of raising suspicion. For all she knows she may still be walking into a trap; they could possibly lock her away in their basement or harvest her organs or something. ‘At least no one will miss you,’ the nagging voice that she fights hard to blot out whispers in her head. Niamh had put a face to her intrusive thoughts— she imagines it’s a shadow with blood, red slanted eyes and a sinister grin. Some days it’s easy to ignore the monster lurking in the deepest crevice of her mind, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to wreak havoc. On other days, like today with her anxiety already sky high, it wins just long enough to remind her that her entire existence feels pathetic: just an estranged family and no real friends; struggling financially, mentally and even socially. She needs a break. Staring at her phone, Niamh realizes she has apparently reached her destination. The house looks three stories high; the outside is made up of grey bricks with black accents around the roof and windows. The garage doors are also a cool, matte black. The lawn is well kept with a smattering of brown and orange leaves from the small tree out front. Niamh closes her gaping mouth to inhale a greedy breath before walking up to the porch. The door is swung open just as she raises a fist to knock. There stands an older woman, about 5”2, plump and dark skinned with thick locs piled high on top of her head inside a tye-dye head wrap. She beams up at Niamh’s 5”6 frame, showing off the small gap between her front teeth. Niamh has never met this woman, yet she already feels like she’d trust her with her life.

“You must be Niamh, I’m Ivy. Come on in, sweet child.”

Niamh returns her smile easily as she steps into the foyer of the grand house. The inside is painted a cool shade of white with wooden accents to match the floor and stairs.

“You have a beautiful home.” She doesn’t even attempt to hide that she’s awestruck.

“It is beautiful, but not mine, unfortunately. I’m just a cook here. Look…”

Ivy trails off. Niamh can physically see the wheels in her head turning as she stares past her shoulders. Contemplating.

“Let’s have a seat in the kitchen. I just baked the fudgiest brownie for the kids, I’ll slip you a piece while we talk.” Ivy grasps one of her hands gently and leads to her left down a short hallway until they enter the spacious, modern kitchen. The woman gestures toward one of the wooden stools around the island and Niamh obediently takes a seat.

“Look, this… job opportunity was borne out of an unfortunate situation. The… man of the house, he got divorced a few months ago. He’s a very wealthy, important man. An athlete. The separation was already heavy but it was easy for him to feign normalcy because he was still doing what he loves— playing football.” Ivy pauses to swallow as she dishes a thick slice of brownie on a small, white porcelain saucer. She walks back in her direction and carefully places it down in front of Niamh with a small fork. Ivy turns to the stainless steel, double door fridge to retrieve a bottle of water and places it before her too.

“Thank you.” She whispers gratefully— the tuna sandwich she had for breakfast already feeling like a distant memory.

“You’re welcome, dear.”

Ivy’s smile is content as she watches her eat; like the mere action brings her joy.

“Anyway, two months ago he got injured. A bad one; he tore his ACL and is set to be sidelined for almost a year. It has been… yea. He’s almost like a ghost in this house. He stays locked away in his room or office and only slips through the backdoor early in the mornings when he has to attend his rehabilitation sessions. He doesn’t even spend time with the children anymore.” Ivy sighs heavily and suddenly, Niamh is aware of every wrinkle on her face.

“I had to take up the responsibility of being their nanny and the cook recently. And he compensates me well, don’t get me wrong— but I also have grandchildren of my own who I solely care for because my daughter is studying abroad. I can’t spend all my time here when they need me. It’s too much. So I finally got him to agree to search for a nanny.”

Niamh licks at the chocolate on her lips as she processes the information. Whoever this man is, her heart aches for him and his children as well.

“So what about their mother? Is she just not in the picture anymore at all?”

“She is, but she moved back home to the Netherlands; they’re both Dutch. They thought it best to not just uproot the children from their lives here— they attend school, all their extracurricular activities, it’s all here. They do visit on breaks but they adore their father, they all wish to stay with him. It’s nothing short of heartbreaking to see them longing for him recently. They miss him and he’s… just upstairs.” The frown on the woman’s mouth deepens.

“Well I, I hope I can help— if I get the job of course!” Heat burns beneath the surface of her brown skin.

“Speaking of! I’m sure you brought your qualifications along, yes?”

“Uh, yea. Of course.” Niamh slides the large envelope that’s now a bit wrinkled from how tightly she was clutching it on her journey to the house.

Ivy reaches for it and begins scanning the papers quickly with her eyes.

“Third year nursing student with excellent grades, so you’ll know how to react in case of health emergencies and you can do CPR, correct?”

Niamh nods her head quickly. “That’s correct.”

“Experience working at the library and cafés. Do you have any experience with children?”

“I um-” Niamh hesitates, wondering if opening that can of worms is worth the job. One thought of her empty fridge in her soon to be ‘kicked out of apartment’ is enough to answer the question.

“I grew up in the foster system and I would always be tasked to take care of the younger ones. The last family that had me until I was 18 still calls me to babysit for them a few times. So yes, I have experience with taking care of children, especially ages 3-11.” Niamh wrings her hands in her lap.

Ivy rounds the island and hugs her into her ample bosom, patting at her big mass of black curls.

“You’re hired, you sweet little thing.”

Niamh swallows around the lump in her throat, urging herself to not cry as she melts in Ivy’s embrace.

“Thank you.”

Ivy takes a minute just to hold her and Niamh enjoys every second; she was never offered a lot of affection growing up.

The woman gingerly releases her hold on her and steps back a bit.

“Oh, um. A part of the job description will require you to sleep over three nights a week: Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. Shelly, the eldest of the three, has really early swimming lessons on Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays so you’ll need to be up to help her get ready. I had to be waking up at 4:30am to get here on time and I’m old and need sleep. That won’t do.”

Niamh can’t help but laugh but she nods easily. Who wouldn’t want to sleep in a house like this?

“The kids: Shelly, Aurora and Mason are 9, 7 and 5 respectively. They’re usually dropped off by their driver at 4:30 pm in the afternoons. Shelly, on the days I told you she has synchronized swimming lessons, is picked up at 6 am sharp. On the other days it’s 7:30 am like the other two. I’ll give you the contact information of their driver later. They have no major food allergies, but Mason gets mild headaches after having dairy sometimes. I meal prep their breakfast in the evenings but you know how kids are; sometimes they’ll just want something else so you may have to make breakfast some mornings you’re here after sleeping over but I promise that’s all the cooking you’ll do here. We’re not looking to burden you.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

“Your main duties will be helping with homework, getting them ready for school or any extracurricular activities, accompanying them to appointments, helping the younger ones with the bathroom if they aren’t feeling particularly independent on some days, reminding them to brush their teeth, do the girls’ hair, putting them to bed and just making them feel… cared for. They need it.”

Niamh’s heart feels a bit heavy but she nods.

“Good. Their bedtime is 8 pm sharp, and yes, that includes Shelly; no matter what she tries to tell you. On the days you aren’t sleeping over, after you‘ve put them to bed just give a firm knock on his bedroom door and yell that you’re on your way out. He’ll… handle the rest throughout the night. He has cameras everywhere, except the bathrooms and bedrooms— so he’s always quietly observing. He loves them and their safety is his number one priority. He's just… going through a lot right now.”

Ivy picks up the now empty plate and carries it over to the sink.

“Is he here now?” Niamh fights the urge to scan the room for cameras as she whispers the question to Ivy.

“No. I only know because his favourite car is missing from the garage. But on some days his driver takes him and you’ll be left wondering. You never really know.”

The few minutes of silence as Ivy washes up a few dishes in the sink gives her some time to think. This comes with a lot of responsibility; the children could be a handful, they could also simply not like her. What if even their father disapproves?

“Um, is it okay if I asked what his name is?” Niamh asks shyly.

“Oh yes. Virgil. Virgil van dijk. I don’t know how familiar you are with football but he’s very well known.”

And the name does sound familiar even though she really doesn’t follow the sport that closely. She can’t place a face to it though but that’s nothing a little google search can’t fix.

“I’ve heard the name before but I don’t follow the sport closely.” She admits bashfully.

“No worries, Niamh. Hopefully, he’ll start coming around again for you to properly meet him. He’s a lovely man.”

Niamh returns her small smile as she untwists the cap on the bottle.

“I should also stress the importance of privacy, Niamh. He valued his privacy even when things were going well. He doesn’t force his family into the spotlight and keeps a lot of himself hidden. Now, it’s even worse. I beg you don’t betray his trust and bring anything that happens under this roof to anyone outside. Not even your friends.” Ivy warns.

Niamh wants to assure the woman that she doesn’t even have friends, instead, she responds.

“I swear I won’t.” She hopes Ivy hears the sincerity and solemnity in her voice. The woman must be convinced because she nods and offers a small smile.

“Oh! In terms of salary; it’s five days a week, the starting rate is £1,000 a day, £1,500 for the days you spend the night. That may increase over time based on your performance and the children’s feelings toward you.”

Niamh chokes on the cool water sliding down her throat, sputtering all over herself and the kitchen island.

Ivy rushes to her side, soapy hands slapping at her back.

“Are you okay?!” The woman’s voice is a little panicked.

Niamh, teary eyed, offers the woman a nod as her brain takes it time to start functioning again.

“I just- never expec— a lot of money.” She finishes simply through her wheezing.

Ivy exhales a relieved breath before laughing softly.

“I said the salary was competitive in that ad, didn’t I? Makes me wonder why you were the only caller.” Ivy wonders with a frown.

“I mean, it did seem a little sketchy. Barely any details as well.”

“Hm. You’re right. Oh well, it led you here and I already have a good feeling about you. Come, let me give you a tour of the house.”

**********

The house has six bedrooms total— one Virgil had turned into his office. Each bedroom, except the ones belonging to the two younger kids, has an en-suite bathroom; the little ones both share the bathroom in the hallway across from them.

“Their schedules are printed out and hung in their rooms. Oh! And the house maid comes in on Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays to clean and do laundry.”

Niamh nods, trying to soak up all the information like a sponge.

“Now this is the guest bedroom.” Ivy opens the first door on the east wing of the house. The inside is spacious and sparsely decorated; just a queen size bed with lavender sheets, a vanity and an empty walk in closet. She follows Ivy who steps further into the room and opens the door to their right to the clean en-suite bathroom.

“This house is lovely.” Niamh is sure she has said it at least twenty times already but she’s still mesmerized by it.

“It truly is.”

They both exit the room, but Ivy pauses in the hallway.

Two mahogany doors face each other on opposite sides of the hallway further down.

“And this is where your tour ends. Those doors are off limits.”

She immediately knows that they’re his bedroom and office space. ‘Why does an athlete need an office space, anyway?’ Niamh bites her lip to contain the question that’s burning at the tip of her tongue.

“You knock on the door to your left only for emergencies; so when you’re leaving work like we discussed or if something is terribly wrong with one of the kids. Though, he’d probably know by the time you got here.”

Right. The cameras. “Silently observing.”

A shiver races up her spine at the thought of always being under his scrutiny. Niamh stares at the doors that seem to be more intimidating than the many others in the house even though they all look the same.

“So, any questions?”

Ivy’s voice brings her focus back to the shorter woman who grins up at her.

“Um, not right now.”

“Good! I’m going to get started on dinner. Make yourself comfortable in the living room until the children get here. You’ll officially start tomorrow but it wouldn’t hurt to meet them.”

Niamh nods but her heart immediately starts racing as if she got shot up with a high dose of adrenaline. If for whatever reason they don’t like her, she can kiss this job that she so desperately needs goodbye. Niamh tries and fails to swallow around the fist- sized lump in her throat. Who knew that children could be intimidating?

#football #black woman #football fanfic #virgil van dijk x black reader #virgil van dijk x reader #virgil van dijk #lfc

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jojosbizarrecandyland · 10 months ago

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Chapter 1: Joanne's Sweet Endeavor / A Sweeter Encounter

Pages: 5 Words: 1978 Summary: Joanne, a determined twelve-year-old, runs the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop while her parents are away. She expertly assists customers, helping a grandmother pick out the perfect gift for her granddaughter, and manages a group of mischievous kids attempting to steal candy. Joanne sternly confronts them, offering a small treat and a lesson in honesty. As the day winds down, a suspicious group of men loiter outside the shop. Joanne senses danger and prepares to defend the store using the magical abilities of her candy bear, vowing to protect her parents' business no matter what.

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was a beacon of color and joy in the heart of town, its windows lined with every kind of candy imaginable. From sugary rock candy to chewy licorice, the shop was a paradise for anyone with a sweet tooth. Today, however, the shop had a special charm—it was run by Joanne, a twelve-year-old with a knack for business.

As the bell above the door jingled, Joanne looked up from behind the counter, her brown curls bouncing with her movement. She adjusted her apron and greeted the new customer with a bright smile. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth! How can I help you today?”

The customer, a middle-aged woman with a fondness for bright scarves, smiled back. “Hello, dear. I’m looking for something special. It’s my granddaughter’s birthday, and I want to get her something sweet.”

Joanne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We’ve got just the thing! Follow me.” She led the woman to a display of colorful candy jars. “We’ve got some beautiful candy gift boxes that can be personalized. You can choose a selection of candies to fill them.”

The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, this looks perfect. I think she’ll love these gummy bears and the chocolate truffles. How much for a box like this?”

Joanne calculated the total quickly. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars for the box and the candies.”

The woman nodded and handed over the money. “Thank you, Joanne. You’re doing a great job here.”

“Thank you!” Joanne said, ringing up the sale and packing the box with care. “Have a sweet day!”

As the woman left, another customer entered—the local neighborhood kids. Joanne recognized them instantly; they were often found eyeing the candy jars with more interest than was strictly allowed.

“Hey, Joanne!” greeted Danny, a tall boy with an impish grin. “We’re just browsing.”

Joanne’s gaze was sharp, and she was ready. “Uh-huh. Browsing, right. Make sure you don’t touch anything without asking, okay?”

The kids exchanged glances, and Danny’s grin faltered a bit. “Sure, Joanne. We were just... um, looking for something.”

Joanne kept a close watch as the kids wandered the aisles. Her instinct proved correct when she saw them covertly trying to slip candy into their pockets. With a decisive motion, she grabbed the broom that was always at hand behind the counter and walked over to them.

“Alright, enough of that!” Joanne’s voice was commanding as she brandished the broom. The kids froze, wide-eyed. “You’ve been warned. Either pay for what you want or get out.”

One of the girls, a smaller kid with pigtails, looked particularly nervous. “We’re really sorry, Joanne. We didn’t mean to steal.”

Joanne’s expression softened slightly, though she kept her stance firm. “Well, if you’re sorry, I expect you to apologize properly. And if you’re still hungry for candy, here’s something on the house.”

She reached into a jar of sour taffy and handed them each a piece. “Now, scram. And don’t come back without paying.”

The kids mumbled their thanks and hurried out, the sour taffy already making their faces pucker in surprise. Joanne shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could be tough when she needed to be, but she had a soft spot for kids who made honest mistakes.

Later that afternoon, the shop was buzzing with the usual assortment of customers. Joanne’s attention was split between ringing up purchases and keeping an eye on the stock. She had just finished wrapping a box of chocolate-covered almonds when a group of older customers entered.

“Good afternoon!” Joanne called out brightly. “Can I help you find anything special today?”

A tall man with graying hair and glasses smiled warmly. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for some old-fashioned sweets. My wife and I are celebrating our anniversary, and we thought some classic candies would be perfect.”

Joanne’s eyes lit up. “You’ve come to the right place! We’ve got a great selection of vintage candies. Follow me.”

She led them to a display of nostalgic treats—root beer barrels, jawbreakers, and nougat bars. As the customers browsed, one of them, a woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, “Joanne, your parents must be proud of how well you’re running the shop.”

Joanne’s heart skipped a beat. She offered her rehearsed response with a casual air. “Oh, they’re on vacation. I’m holding down the fort while they’re away.”

The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, you’re doing a marvelous job. We’ll take some of these root beer barrels and a few of the nougat bars. How much do we owe you?”

Joanne quickly rang up their purchases and bagged the candies. “That’ll be thirty dollars.”

The man handed over the money, and Joanne gave him a receipt with a cheerful “Thank you for shopping at Sweet Tooth! Have a great day!”

As the last customer left and the shop quieted down, Joanne began her closing routine. She swept the floor, restocked the shelves, and prepared to lock up. The sky outside was turning dusky, the streetlights casting long shadows.

But as Joanne turned the “Closed” sign on the door, she noticed a group of men loitering nearby. Their presence was unsettling—there was something off about the way they hovered around the shop. Joanne’s instincts went on high alert.

She grabbed her trusty stuffed bear from her bookbag, her fingers brushing against its soft, comforting surface. With a quiet murmur, she activated its special magic, and the bear’s plush exterior shifted into a glossy candy material.

Joanne felt a surge of determination. She would protect the shop, no matter what. The men approached, their intentions clear. Joanne gripped her candy bear tightly, ready to defend her parents’ store with all the courage she could muster.

And so, as the evening shadows lengthened and the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop closed its doors for the night, Joanne prepared to face whatever challenge lay ahead with the same fearless resolve she brought to running her beloved shop.

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was buzzing with energy as Joanne prepared for a new day. She had been working tirelessly to set up a new display of lollipops, each one intricately shaped into stars, moons, hearts, and other delightful forms. These were not your average flat lollipops; they were grand creations, each one a piece of edible art propped up on sturdy sticks. Joanne meticulously arranged them on the counter, her excitement evident in the way she adjusted each display.

The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the shop's windows when the bell above the door chimed. Joanne turned to see a young boy about her age stepping in. He had tan skin, dark spiky hair, and was wearing goggles perched low on his forehead. His clothes were worn and somewhat shabby, giving him a rough-around-the-edges appearance.

Joanne offered her usual friendly greeting. “Good morning! Welcome to Sweet Tooth. Can I help you find something special today?”

The boy glanced around the shop with a dismissive air. “I don’t want to buy anything from you,” he said, his tone a mix of defiance and disdain. He looked Joanne up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Though he tried to hide it, a faint blush colored his cheeks as he found himself captivated by her determination and spunk.

“I came here to take some candy,” he continued, folding his arms defiantly. “Those kids who came in yesterday? They were working for me. I’m here to take what I want.”

Joanne’s smile faded, replaced by a look of stern resolve. “If you’re here to steal, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve got a job to do, and I won’t let anyone mess it up.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged with a hardened expression. “I don’t care. I’m a thief, not a saint.”

Joanne’s frown deepened. She wasn’t about to let him walk away with her candy, not after everything she’d done to keep the shop running smoothly. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.”

Without warning, she grabbed a handful of the newly displayed lollipops and hurled them at him. The colorful confections flew through the air, but the boy was quick on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his left hand into a large, bladed sword, blocking the incoming lollipops with ease.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” the boy taunted, his sword-hand slicing through the air as he deflected the candy missiles.

Joanne wasn’t deterred. She grabbed more lollipops and continued her barrage. “I’m not giving up so easily!”

The boy, who had been ready to steal the candy, now found himself engaged in a fierce battle of attrition. His ability to morph his body into mechanical constructs gave him a solid defense, while Joanne’s candy-throwing skills kept him on his toes. The shop was a flurry of colors and motion as the two clashed, the floor littered with shattered lollipop pieces.

Joanne’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for more lollipops to use as ammunition. Her focus was momentarily distracted when she noticed a giant candy sculpture on a precarious stand. It wobbled dangerously, tilting towards her.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Look out!” she shouted, but the boy’s attention was already drawn to the falling sculpture. Without hesitation, he dashed toward Joanne, tackling her out of harm’s way.

With a swift motion, he shifted his back into a deformed shield, his body morphing to absorb the impact of the falling sculpture. The candy crashed down onto the shield, and for a moment, everything went quiet. When the dust settled, the boy and Joanne were lying on the floor, safe and sound, though surrounded by candy debris.

Joanne looked up at him, astonished. “Why did you save me?”

The boy’s face was flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to kill you. I’m a thief, not a murderer.”

Joanne’s expression softened, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

The boy nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I’m sorry for everything. My name’s Luke. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. I’d like to make it up to you. If you’ll let me, I could work here at the shop and pay off any damages.”

Joanne’s initial hesitation melted away as she considered his offer. She could see the potential for redemption in his eyes. With a bright smile, she extended her hand. “Alright, Luke. Let’s start fresh. We’ll clean up this mess together, and you can work here to make things right.”

Luke took her hand, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Joanne. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Together, they began to clean up the shop, sweeping up the candy shards and resetting the displays. As they worked, Joanne could sense that Luke was genuinely remorseful and willing to make amends. The two of them worked side by side, their earlier conflict forgotten as they bonded over the shared task.

By the time the shop was cleaned up and ready to reopen, Joanne and Luke had formed an unexpected alliance. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was back to its cheerful self, and Joanne felt a new sense of camaraderie with her unlikely helper.

As they prepared to open the shop again, Joanne looked at Luke with a hopeful smile. “Let’s make today a great day, shall we?”

Luke nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “Absolutely. And thanks for giving me a second chance.”

With a fresh start and a new friend by her side, Joanne was ready for whatever the day might bring. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was once again a place of joy and sweetness, and Joanne couldn’t have been happier.

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moonyskarma · 2 months ago

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answer as your dr self ᝰ.ᐟ marauders dr version

— original questions by @zaddizu

what is your name? ➸ apollo castor calloway // charlie potter

favourite food? ➸ im definitely going to have to go with bangers and mash. come on. i'm a mashed potato fiend. also chocolate frogs? like im sorry but ughhh my favourite sweet treat ever

you can only choose one movie to watch for the rest of your life, what would you choose? ➸ i don't... have one. to be fair, i'm a pureblood wizard from a pureblood family. um. not a movie person??

what is your birthday? ➸ april 30th, 1960

what is a song you will always have a place for in your heart? ➸ rebel rebel (david bowie), beautiful boy (john lennon), goodbye yellow brick road (elton john) . . . i like music

favourite colour, go! ➸ MAROON. i'm not just saying that cuz i'm a gryffindor, that's genuinely my favorite color in every single dr—that and like, navy blue and forest green

name the most important thing to you. ➸ my friends who became my family. james, remus, sirius, regulus, barty, evan, marlene, lily, mary. my sister, cara.

least favourite memory? ➸ the prank. need i say more?

someone you dislike? ➸ severus fucking snape. get your nose out of your ass and realize that LILY DOES NOT LIKE YOU. NOBODY ELSE DOES EITHER.

in a crowded room, who would you look for first? ➸ probably sirius? he's always the easiest to find, always the center of attention.

best music genre? ➸ ROCK. always always always.

a topic you defend with your life? ➸ rights. muggle rights, werewolf rights, basic human rights. i may come from a stereotypical asshole pureblood family but i'm not like that

a character you relate to? ➸ peter pan. and wendy. and tink. i'm all of them all at once. it's complicated.

picture your room, is it organised or messy? ➸ considering i share a room with three other boys... messy. my section of the room is usually... relatively organized? as much as it can be for a teenage boy-

gun to your head... are you funny? ➸ apparently?

fruit platter or candy platter? ➸ hm. i want to say fruit platter but... it depends on the fruit.

sugar, sour or spice? ➸ sugar!

whats your aesthetic? ➸ old money rich boy doing everything he can to be the opposite of that. leather jackets. smudged black eyeliner. scuffed maroon converse. guitar picks in various pockets. worn leather notebook full of prophecies.

who in your dr would you not be surprised if they came out as a shifter? ➸ fucking pandora rosier. there is no way she's not a shifter.

whats your hogwarts house? ➸ gryffindor! though, many like to say i should've been in slytherin.

ambivert, introvert, or extravert? ➸ introvert, definitely. though.. maybe an ambivert, actually?

best school subject? ➸ charms, probably. or astronomy. or defense against the dark arts?

where can someone find you when you're sad? ➸ if i'm genuinely in a bad mental state, you won't find me. but other than that—the astronomy tower, down by the black lake, or somehow i've flown up to the roof and tucked myself into a little nook.

who are you? ➸ charlie potter. gryffindor. white wolf animagus. a marauder. a future auror. heir to the calloway house, i suppose.

someones music you dont enjoy? ➸ CELESTINA WARBECK. im sorry but no. i am not a fan.

have you had a near death experience? ➸ probably. wizarding wars are not fun guys.

who was your first love? do you regret it? ➸ sigh. i'm going to have to say sirius orion black. he is just.. marvelous. i'm obsessed. do i regret it? did i ever get over it? who knows.

best and worst teacher? why? ➸ i'm actually really fond of professor flitwick, he's really sweet. worst? professor binns is boring as FUCK.

blood status? ➸ pureblood, apparently. but i wouldn't be surprised if there was some sort of halfblood influence in there somewhere. fuck the sacred twenty-eight.

in time of need, would you ever use a unforgivable curse? ➸ it depends. against some random wizard nazi? of course. but if it was someone i went to school with? student-turned-death eater? i don't know if i'd be able to, in the end.

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sugar-crash · 6 months ago

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🏎️Turbo (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader🏁

(Platonic Aroace Reader Edition)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Sorry for dropping off um… Back at it again I guess, I just took a small-ish writing break so I can draw more, they’re not anything WIR related... :))

- Firstly, as well all have come to know about Turbo, caring for others isn’t exactly something’s he’s known for, especially at the height of his popularity, so when you come to him with your struggles… He’s not willing to hear you at first, thinks everyone else’s problems are minuscule to his… Even though most of the time his problems are HIS fault.

- But if by some miracle you get him to listen (which may be because you have known him long enough) … He might comfort you, even when he does it can barely be seen as comforting you... He’s just standing there…. Menacingly.

- Though I do see him relating to you to a degree if you share with him the complexities of being aroace, I personally headcanon him being on the ace spectrum— I just don’t see him being a very sexual person (though the idea of this weirdo getting it down is very funny to me) or even the most romantic, that’s just how he is, he has different priorities as you can already tell.

- I think as he’s “comforting” you he’s seeing parallels to your experience with his own and on the outside he’s cool, he’s fine, on the inside??? Crisis. But with the small smidgen of decorum he has at the time for you he doesn’t let you see his inner turmoil, sits next to you as you talk, being silent for once in his life.

- After you tell him about your struggle and let him know you like him enough to trust him, makes him realize you aren’t just some friend he occasionally hangs out with— You’re someone who appreciates him enough to be vulnerable, and that rocks his world a bit.

- He’s not used to having a connection that deep with someone else. Like. At all. So, it really strikes him when you not only level with him but you also share a mindset that’s close to his own. Most of the others aren’t that open when it comes to their opinions about something that doesn’t go with the status quo of their very existences—

- So having someone that genuinely wants his comfort over something like this is not an not only new, it’s refreshing to know someone is like him in that aspect.

- Which shows in the way he treats you later on, he gives you some slack in situations that if it were anyone else he’d be so cruel lol. Nice to have someone in his corner for personal reasons rather than the surface level.

- Honestly having a friend who at least can parse an aspect of himself that many just don’t understand is definitely something he needs and in response he does at least attempt to be there for you as you express your feelings and the frustrations that come with it.

- Fortunately (or unfortunately) Turbo is well acquainted with that feeling, and the more you guys connect over this he may be able to give you advice,,, But that advice is absolute shit so be advised.

- He’s certainly not the best person to be talking to about this, but not the worst. Surprisingly. I think you guys as friends would be… A bit unhealthy because Turbo is like the mean girl of the game arcade, putting you down, making you do shit for him, things like that.

- But at least mean girl sometimes grow out of that shit, At least they have a reason, he doesn’t. He has everything at the height of his popularity but I do see him always wanting more.

- Depends on you but adamantly denies it and says YOU are the one that needs him, and actually believes that, like lying so much to the point where actually believes it. Which is something he definitely does down the line as King Candy.

- Some of part of me wants to give him some credit, cause he does try, but at the time there is a high chance he will use the fact that he’s been there for you when you ranted about your woes against you as means to guilt trip you when you catch him on his bullshit.

- Uses whatever sliver of information he can to turn things around into his behavior, even as he’s comforting you, gently nudging ideas into your head as if they were innocuous in nature. And over time he just gets better and better at it the more comfortable you get with sharing things with him.

- All the while he’s convincing you what he’s saying is for the best of you, that’s what friends do right?

- Keeps your secrets and junk, he knows what it’s like to have secrets and at least can give you that decency.

- The type of friend that like sits there and give you like a drink and a burger after you finish sharing what you wanted to say because he knows how draining it can be.

- He’s very complicated, both comforting and harmful, but at least he makes you feel seen when you tell him I guess.

- Turbo does value you as a friend but, that doesn’t spare you from being a pawn he can use to climb up into more beneficial positions in situations.

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I need some Peter Maximoff fluff😭🤚

Peter Maximoff x Asexual!reader that’s scared Peter will leave them over it

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Asexual!Reader

Excerpt: Peter laid a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, but you shied away from his touch. Withdrawing his hand, he had to strain his ears to hear your next words. “Peter…” You gulped and seemed to be steeling yourself. “I’m asexual.”

A/N: I did some research and on Tumblr, one user said that asexuality is a spectrum; some asexuals are sex-repulsed and some love it. The reader in this fic is a sex-repulsed asexual.

Peter Maximoff wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even he could tell something was troubling you. It started a week ago in his mom's basement on a peaceful Sunday afternoon. You were both relaxing by watching a movie that was playing on the TV.

Technically you were watching the flick while he was racing in and out of the house and around the city, but he popped in often enough to keep up with the movie and show off his new knick-knacks to you. He had just come back from collecting an original Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots free of charge when he saw you rushing up the stairs in a hurry.

He asked, “Hey, where’re you going?”

You froze as if you had been caught doing something wrong. “I—um—forgot I had some other plans today and I don’t wanna flake on them. Sorry, Peter, I’ll see you later.” You brushed past him without another glance and left.

In the end, Peter shrugged it off. The excuse was pretty vague, but maybe you had a lot on your mind at the moment and just wanted a bit of time alone. Oh well, he’ll see you tomorrow anyway. He ran to his room and unboxed his game before rushing off again to find more cool loot.

Turns out Peter didn’t see you the following day, or at least he saw less of you than he would’ve liked. He showed up at your door to see if you wanted to hit the arcade and the comic shops. To his disappointment, you refused. You explained that there were extra chores that needed to be done and that they would take all day. He offered to help, but you declined.

On Tuesday, you couldn’t go out with him because relatives were coming to visit and your family wanted you to stay. On Wednesday, Peter began to grow suspicious. When he popped over to your place, you said that you had been grounded for the next month. Peter didn’t believe you. Being grounded had never stopped you from hanging out with him before, so why should it now?

The obvious answer was that you didn’t want to see him. But why was that? Each time you had seen him since Sunday you avoided his gaze and kept him at arm's length. What had happened that could have caused this change in you? Peter mulled over the possibilities in his mind as he played ping pong with himself.

He recounted the things he talked about, but couldn’t think of an instance where he was careless with his words. Unless the playful argument about whether The Addams Family or The Munsters was the better show had not been as playful as Peter thought it had. Nah, that couldn’t be it. Peter stopped dead in his tracks.

Had he forgotten yours and his anniversary? He checked the calendar nailed to the wall where you had written down important dates he should remember. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was in three months. Phew, so it couldn’t have been that. But then what was it! The mystery was driving Peter up the wall.

All he wanted to do was see you! After a few minutes, he decided what course of action to take. He zipped to the flower shop and got a colorful bouquet. He dropped by the candy shop and procured a careful selection of all your favorite sweets and won a little stuffed orangutan from a claw machine. With this assortment of gifts, he raced over to your house and into your bedroom.

You were sitting on your bed, thumbing through a magazine, and jumped when he made his presence known by pushing the flowers, the candies, and the stuffie onto your lap. He said, “I’m sorry for whatever I did. I can’t figure it out, but I’m really sorry. Can we talk again? What’s wrong?”

Setting his presents aside, you brought your knees up to your chest and hugged them. You replied in a quiet voice, “You shouldn’t be here, Peter.”

“C’mon, what’s the matter?” He crouched down next to the bed, a lop-sided grin on his face. “Did aliens abduct you?” He joked, hoping humor would help you open up.

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and you began to rock back and forth. You covered your face with your hands and whispered, “I think we should break up.” Peter was shocked, nothing could have prepared him for that statement. You continued speaking, “I-I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Tears streamed down your cheeks and a sob escaped your lips. “I didn't think it’d be a big deal, but things are getting serious and I can’t hold it in any longer.”

Peter laid a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, but you shied away from his touch. Withdrawing his hand, he had to strain his ears to hear your next words. “Peter…” You gulped and seemed to be steeling yourself. “I’m asexual.”

Peter’s brow furrowed. He had heard that term before. Using his powers, he ran to the library and retrieved a biology textbook. He read page after page until he finally found his answer. He returned to your bedroom and read aloud, “You have the capability to reproduce without exchanging genetic information with another organism through sex? Are you a mu–”

“No, no! Not that type of asexual!” You closed your eyes and shook your head. “It means that I don’t experience sexual attraction. My brain isn’t hardwired that way—I don’t have those sexual desires or feelings that most people have—it’s not a part of who I am. I just don’t wanna have sex.”

Still confused, Peter processed this information. “Okay, but what does this have to do with us breaking up?”

You stared slack jawed at him, dumbfounded at his question. “You mean y-you don’t care. You don’t want to break up?”

“No, of course not! Why would I?” Peter’s confusion grew when you burst into tears. You started crying and buried your face into your pillow. Peter rubbed your back and tried his best to provide support. “Babe?”

You sat up and threw your arms around him and hugged him as tightly as you were able. You gasped between sobs, “I was s-so scared you’d leave me over it! I didn’t wanna lose you. I was gonna break it off to save you the trouble.”

Peter hugged you with equal fervor and stroked your hair. He felt terrible. It must’ve been a horrible week for you, convinced that he’d wouldn’t want to be with you anymore. He pressed a kiss to your temple and cupped your chin as he locked eyes with you. “I’d never leave you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

He didn’t know how long you two remained in that embrace and didn’t care. He would sit here all night if it made you feel better. You wiped away your tears, saying, “Wanna go get some pizza to celebrate?”

“And what are we celebrating exactly?”

“Not breaking up and the fact I got that confession off my chest. I feel a million times lighter now.”

“I like the way you think, babe.” With the problem settled, he sped you and himself to the nearest pizza parlor to have a delicious dinner and revel in each other’s company.

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