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savemeafruitjuice · 3 months ago

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Ducktales Tickle Headcanons!!

Oh my days, these little guys have been eating away at my thoughts for the last month, so I'm finally forcing myself to write!! 💞💞✍️✍️✍️

TW!: SOME SWEARING! Also, this does have spoilers for season 2!!!

Tags for moots!: @sunsetsandsunshine, @hypermoonlover, @rice-cake-teen10

Plus some other people that may enjoy!: @randommusicalfluff, @anxious-lee

Strap in, because I have a LOT to say about the triplets!!! (No seriously, I wrote a shit ton.. I need to be monitored or smth) Okay, here we go!

(Rahhh he's so stimmy I LOVE HIM!!!)

❤️ Huey! ❤️

Lee-Leaning Switch!! 65/35

Lee:

Okay, I think this gif says it all, but Huey can. NOT. stop. moving!!

One poke to the sides, and he is jumping away his with highest-pitched squeal you've ever heard

It's lowkey embarrassing sometimes because of how out of control he gets

Like, he's the oldest! He's supposed to be calm and collected!

That goes out the window when he's being tickled.

It's not that he doesn't like it, he thinks it's super fun and silly!

He just has no way to manage his body 🤷

I'd say his worst spots are his ribs, feet, back, and armpits

Usually, his laugh is very bright and airy, mostly consisting of surprised giggles

Get any of these spots though?

Instead, Huey is cackling like a lunatic, out of breath and looking like he's going crazy

His knees are a melt spot! Gentle tracing there, and he won't squirm as much, opting to curl up and giggle

Most definitely squeaks. Like- a lot.

Also cannot hold in his laugh for shit

Poor kiddo just bursts out laughing immediately

Has a habit of trying to talk through his laughter, but he can never really make coherent sentences. Can get out single words though

His brothers loove to tickle him as a means of convincing him to do things (Going on an adventure, donating to Louie's kids, etc..)

He and Dewey also regularly partake in tickle fights

It's pretty much a matter of who can reach the other's spots first to determine the winner

Doesn't get lee moods often, but they definitely still happen

The Duck family is actually extremely chill when it comes to tickling, so it's pretty normal for one of the triplets to just ask for tickles

Because of this, Huey can usually just ask one of his brothers or uncles for help :)

Whenever Huey does ask for tickles, he'll usually tell his ler to just pin his arms up or smth so he doesn't accidentally squirm away

Or hit someone. That has happened far more than he'd like to admit.

Still, his brothers always get over it, and love tickling him too much to ever stop

And when Della made it back from space???

OH YOU BEST BELIEVE HE IS GOING TO HIS MOM FOR TICKLES

Atp she tickles him the most

The first time, he probably just came up to her and asked, and Della was so surprised because like-

Her baby is ticklish?? He wants to be tickled?? 😃 He wants to be tickled by her??? 😭😭😭

There were some tears of joy that day, and she definitely indulged

I am sososo grateful we got lee!Huey in canon btw- because OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

Ler:

Loves tickling his brothers!!!

A more gentle ler, and is always very careful of boundaries

His style mostly consists of scribbling, and very rarely does anything rougher than a light squeeze

Huey tickles Louie the most, but it's usually because he asks the most. (more on that later)

Is willing to tickle anyone if they ask, and is always so happy to do so

Does tease, but only when it's someone he's familiar with, and the mood is chill

"Ahhtickletickletickle!! Is this a good spot?" "I've got you now~"

Things like that

Now, remember how I said he rarely tickles roughly??

Well, there are two exceptions.

One of those exceptions being if it is specifically requested by his lee

It's typically Dewey who does this, but Huey is still very cautious

Checks in more often when he's tickling harder, just to make sure everythings hunky dory

There hasn't really been a time when things went too far, and Huey is genuinely proud of that

Again, very respectful. Never wants to make anyone uncomfortable.

Now for the second exception.

It is a pretty well known fact that Huey can get out of control when he's really mad or worked up

Someone has to do something really wrong to awaken an angry Huey.

When that person happens to be one of his little brothers??

Well.. let's just say he didn't earn the title Tickle Monster for nothing.

Emphasis on the monster part

Even when he's seething, Huey still has the common sense not to hurt his siblings

But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to tickle them until they're crying and high-key about to piss themself

This has only happened like, 3 times?

Even so, the lee certainly knows what they did wrong, so there is no doubt that any of it is unprovoked

When he's in this zone, he does not say a word

Just stares menacingly at his lee, and keeps it up until they either apologize, or (more likely) he feels like he's evened out the score

And again, it does take a substantial amount of annoyance to unleash the Tickle Monster

And Huey always lets people know when he's getting annoyed waaay before he resorts to drastic measures

Will always ask if the lee is okay after he tickles them, and will probably get them some water

Bro, we managed to get lee AND ler content (technically) of Huey- I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!

💙 Dewey! 💙

Switch!! 50/50

Lee:

Absolutely loves tickling!

This boy yearns for attention every day of his waking life- tickling is no different!

Dewey's a fighter though, so his ler better expect to be able to hold their ground

Will tickle anyone back without hesitation

Well.. except for the Huey Tickle Monster..

That's the one time when he just accepts his fate.

Other than that, Dewey will totally slap away hands, buck, arch and kick- it's just his nature.

Worst spots are his sides, feet, belly, knees, and surprisingly enough, his cheeks!

He's pretty ticklish in other places too, but these spots can be really killer

Okay, let me tell you!!

THIS. BOY. HAS. NO. SHAME!!

Absolutely zero

If he wants to be tickled, he's walking up to whoever is closest and practically demanding that they do so.

He gets lee moods somewhat often, but he'll ask even if he's not in a mood

He could just be a little bored, and just go up to a brother for tickles

Donald thinks it is so cute, so of course he never says no

His brothers pretend it's annoying sometimes, but they've never said no either soo..

Even though he does move around a bit, Dewey can actually manage to keep his arms up pretty well if he wants to

You know the 'Arms Up' game??

He's deemed himself the all-time winner!

Only lost once, and that was to Webby

Dewey's laugh is super sporadic- it ranges from frantic giggles, to squealing, to cackles, and everything in between! Sometimes within a few seconds!

I said his cheeks are one of his worst spots, but they're also a melt spot for him!

Gentle fluttering there makes him squeak and grab onto his ler's wrists

Will straight up throw in the towel if he's being tickled that way, the light sensations are unbearable to him

During lee moods though, sometimes he'll ask specifically for cheek-tickles

Gets tickled by pretty much everyone, whether he asks or not

Donald specifically has to tickle him to calm some of the energy down sometimes

With three kids, he tries and tries to find ways to make life more manageable

He's found that 5 minutes set aside to tickle Dewey consistently works to keep him under control

By the way, we can all agree that he is the biggest mama's boy known to man, correct? Good. I thought so.

Dewey is always asking her to tickle him, and has even gotten her back a few times!!

For a while, he went into detective mode to try and figure out if she was ticklish

Asking Uncle Donald, his brothers, everyone.

At some point, he crept up behind her and just squeezed her sides

Della legit screamed, whipped around, and tickled the daylights out of him.

Dewey had no regrets, and now will always start tickle fights with her.

NOT ONLY DID WE GET CANON TICKLES FOR HUEY, BUT DEWEY IS TICKLISH TOO!! 🥳💞💞

Ler:

He is a crazy ler!!

Tickles anyone and everyone ALWAYS.

If you let your guard down for a minute, there is a 90% chance that you're gonna get got.

His style is super chaotic, with wiggling fingers, tazes, squeezes, pokes..

Dewey will dew it all.

Depending on who he's tickling, he adjusts to tickle lighter or harder

His only goal is to make his lee laugh as much as possible

If light tickles can achieve that? He's going in gentle!

Harder tickles get a better reaction? He's doing that instead!

He tickles everybody about the same amount, but he does get Webby pretty frequently

Keeps track of how many times he's gotten each of his friends/family throughout the week

Does respect boundaries of course, but Dewey can get carried away sometimes

The triplets have a codeword, so he usually stops as soon as they say it

Besides that, he can forget that people need to breathe

He does do his best to check in sometimes, it just might take a second for him to remember

Gets ler moods too, and typically goes to Louie for those

His little brother whines about it, but will usually accept.

If the script is flipped, however, and someone goes to Dewey with a lee mood??

Oh ho ho, he is ecstatic!!!

As soon as boundaries and limits are communicated, he is practically jumping on his lee and going crazy.

Seems like the type to pin people down to get their worst spots

Sits on legs, holds an arm up, all of that.

Teases like nobody's business!

Wiggles his fingers, slooowly inches closer to a tickle spot, and that's just the physical stuff!

With verbal teasing, he'll make little sound effects as he works, gives compliments, whatever he can think of.

Will also pretend that he's not the one tickling his lee, asking them again and again why they're laughing

"What could possibly be so funny! Unless.. you've finally realized how hilarious I am!"

LOVES to use raspberries

They always get such frantic reactions from his brothers, how could he not use them??

Will end it all with a hug and some more compliments to keep the mood light

💚 Louie 💚

Lee!! 95/5

Lee:

Okay, look at his silly little face and tell me that this kid is anything but a lee.

I only put 5% because I feel bad for him 😭/hj

No but seriously, Louie is the biggest lee of the family! No doubt about it.

He actually really likes tickling, but refuses to admit it.

His brothers know already, they see right through his facade

Gives bratty lee energy, but it is super easy to take him down a peg.

Very big squirmer, but (suspiciously enough) never tries to actually get away.

He'll arch, twist, and kick halfheartedly, and will also wrap his arms around himself though

His laugh is loud and abrupt, and always sounds hysterical and loopy

Even if less ticklish spots are being targeted, he immediately bursts out into giggles with no chance at speaking

His words just jumble together, and it sounds like he's drunk or something

Because of this, if Louie can't manage to get the duck's safe-word out, a tap on the shoulder or the leg works just the same.

Also hides his face A. LOT!!

Hides in his hoodie, or puts his hands over his face

Worst spots are probably his sides, feet, armpits, belly, and neck

Can't take being tickled for very long, he's super sensitive

Cries extremely easily too

Like, a couple scribbles to his stomach and poor Louie is shaking his head frantically, hitting at the floor with a red face and tears in his eyes

It always scares the crap out of Huey, but they've talked about it. It's just how he reacts.

Dewey is more used to it, and rarely pays any mind when his little brother turns into a living water fountain

Teasing makes this boy's face so red- He's cooked the moment a word leaves his ler's mouth.

I said before that Dewey is great at the 'Arms Up' game..

Louie is not.

He doesn't even have a proper score because he never even managed to get his arms above his head in the first place

His brothers have tried to get him to play countless times, but the very mention of tickling has his nervous system going crazy

The most he's accomplished on his own was getting them half up, with his elbows pressed to his sides

The other triplets just yank his arms up and tickle him anyways, the game long forgotten at the sound of his surprised shrieks

If you catch him by surprise, Louie will quite literally collapse

Dewey loves to clamp onto his sides when he least expects it, because his reaction is hilarious.

His knees will buckle, and he'll go falling to the floor with a screech

It always cracks his brothers up.

Gets lee moods on a weekly basis at least

It's very common for Huey to find his littlest brother acting quieter than usual, with a slightly pink face and his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

Louie is pretty much the only one embarrassed to ask for tickles, so he'll try to hide how he feels

Luckily for him, his siblings are too emotionally attentive to not realize when he's in a mood

Again, he doesn't directly ask for tickles, but Huey ends up noticing the most, while Dewey will tickle him more at random.

Can't say "tickle". It's just not in his vocabulary.

Instead, will make a face, and say:

"Uh... You know, the t-word."

When Della returned and was introduced to the family, it took a while for Louie to decide that he did want her to tickle him too

Dewey immediately took it as his mission to help, and spilled the info to their very surprised (and very touched) mom.

After that, Della made it a point to tickle her youngest whenever he wanted, and quickly picked up on some of the signs he would drop

BRO I NEED SOME LER DELLA CONTENT I SWEAR

Ler:

Not gonna lie, I can hardly see Louie as the type to tickle other people a whole lot, so apologies for this section being shorter than the rest 😅

Okay, it's not that he doesn't want to tickle people (although that usually isn't on his agenda)

Louie Duck is hopeless when it comes to being a ler

He gets so embarrassed just thinking about it that he gives up.

Cannot tease, or say tickle, or any of that

He's attempted to tickle his brothers a total of maybe 2 times, but it didn't work out

There was a time when he tried to scribble at Dewey's knee when they were watching tv

Dewey was legit so confused, because his brother had never ever done something like that, and lowkey asked if he needed something 😭

Louie played it off like he wanted the remote, but his face was so red- Dewey knew something was up

After some pointless questioning, Dewey just wrecked his shit right then and there.

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Okay, that's all I've got for now!! Apologies for my insane word vomit, I've been needing some content bro 🥲

Anyways, Ducktales is becoming a bigger fandom for me, so if you guys have requests, I'd be happy to write for them!

#I should make more of these #not just for the boys #but Webby Lena Donald and Della.. just everyone #Ducktales tickle #Ducktales 2017 tickle #Ducktales tickle headcanons #Ducktales tickle hcs #Lee Huey #Ler Huey #Lee Dewey #Ler Dewey #Lee Louie #Ler Louie

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circus-clangen · 7 months ago

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Guess who's back with more doodles of the Clownlings?

Clownwish had a very brief fling with some random molly for a few weeks, it was never meant to be serious. But miss molly wasn't pleased to find herself pregnant and, as soon as they were born, immediately tracked down Clownwish and foisted these kits into his paws. She only said, "They're yours. Take them" before sauntering away, never to be seen again. Clownwish couldn't even refuse because it all happened to so fast.

And then he sat there on the outskirts of the circus, alone in the cold, dark silence with tiny little kittens in his paws, no more than a couple days old. He never thought he'd become a father, it was all so sudden. And he didn't even know what to do with kits, it was just him, his dad, and Tigertoe for so long, he has no idea what kit will be like.

He really, really considered leaving them outside to die, pretending that this never happened at all. They were young, it was cold out, they were probably hungry, he didn't even have to do anything to them. He could literally just leave them in the grass and either they would die or one of the humans would find them. Either way the problem was taken care of, easy peasy!

But... he supposed they were kinda cute, and Tigertoe was expecting anyways, so he could easily foist them onto her and they'd be out of his hair. Easy!

After some explaining, Ringstar was surprised but reluctantly allowed his kits to join. Tigertoe seemed surprised too, although more out of a "how did any molly find you attractive" kind of way, but she obviously won't turn away kits, especially with her own litter so near.

For the first few days Clownwish was hesitant around the kits, and wasn't really sure what to do. Both Tigertoe and Trapeezetangle insisted on him coming to visit them since he IS their father, so he reluctantly hung around the nursery for a while. It stayed like this for the first week, until Tigertoe insisted he hold them for a little bit so she could get some rest. They were napping so it wasn't hard to move them

Clownwish still wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, although he was curious since he'd never seen real kits before. They were... warm, and smelled like milk, and so, so fragile. They were barely the size of his paw, just one move and they'd be dead.

They were so soft too, so round and... cute, yes, they were cute, especially when one of them yawned and made the cutest little squeak, and oh his nose is so small and pink, like a button-

And it was that moment where Clownwish fully gave into the cute baby syndrome and became a dad

Clown as a dad isn't perfect, obviously. It's clear who his favorites are (coughcoughRopestripeandDovetrickcoughcough), he tends to let the kiddos wail on each other and doesn't really punish them, and he tends to put them in dangerous situations, like showing them the lion's den or letting them paint with deathberries. But he's also laid-back, fun-loving, involved, and is very proud of his kits, except Stiltstripe because the universe hates them. Overall, considering the model for fatherhood skill he had, he didn't do THAT bad of a job

And there's some stupid doodles lmao

Also, here's some more polished designs for the Clownlings

Ropestripe

Medicine cat apprentice

Aroace

Absolute gremlin creature, will bite unprovoked

Usually eerily cheerful, like placid water above a lake

Very hard to read, rarely changes their expression

An absolute yapper to their siblings and dad

He loves organizing and finding the most uncomfortable places to nap

Has a very good memory and holds grudges easily, but they'll also remember when you did him a favor and repay in kind

Very morbid and is interested in the spirit world, is trying to contact Goldpool to find out more about her

Ringstar is very, very afraid of him for whatever reason. Ropestripe LOVES sneaking up on him and scaring the shit out of their peepaw

He and Dovetrick are Clownwish's favorites

Stiltleg

Warrior (Weird emo kid in the back)

Asexual panromantic

I gave them slutty little leather leg-warmers for funsies

Absolute pathetic, I love them

Very emo

Just generally a downer. Very sullen, angry, melodramatic, and whiny

Is also easily offended and yet extremely antagonistic, but will immedaitely cower as soon as a fight breaks out

Pretty much everybody hates them, even the universe

The only people they aren't antagonistic towards is Dovetrick (She lets them vent to her and is pretty chill, plus she's the only one out of their siblings that doesn't bully them) and Ringstar (They both sad in their own ways)

Underneath their prickly crust, they're actually rather helpful, always willing to fetch something for their sister for her shows, and intelligent. They steal whatever books they can find and devour them at a rapid rate

They're super passionate about books

Always needs to be doing something or they get bored

Has the WORST luck ever and has been almost killed on multiple occasions. Actually has burn scars under those slutty leg warmers that they're very insecure about. I told you the universe hated them

Lionroar

Warrior (Strongman)

Bisexual

I majorly redid his hair and gave him a neat little leotard

Super duper strong and LOVES violence, they would absolutely be the first on the frontlines in case of a legit battle

An egotistical showboat

Get super moody when his spotlight gets stolen away

A very, very dense boy

Although he constantly fights with his siblings, he would absolutely take a bullet for any of them, even Stiltleg

Acted out a lot as a kit to get Clownwish to notice him after he started taking an interest in his other siblings

Very competitive, he HATES losing

Best buds with Whippaw, they share a single collective brain cell between them and do shit like backflipping off the ferris wheel

Helps Dovetrick with some of her acts

Dovetrick

Warrior (Magician)

Pansexual

Always looks tired

Has very soft fur. Clownwish wanted to name her Fluffykit, but Tigertoe managed to talk him into choosing something more dignified. He still calls her Fluffle-Puff though

Super duper chill and easy-going, you could steal her prey right in front of her and she'd just shrug her shoulders

Tends to skip out on warrior duties, a bit lazy and selfish

Has a lot of opinions about things but keeps these to herself

Very creative, absolutely loves putting on her own little magic shows for the clan

She is METICULOUS about details, she has to have everything go perfectly in her shows or she'll cry. Not on stage though, she still has an audience!

Met Gerry when he was a young chick who fell out of his nest, she nursed him back the health and has loved him ever since

She's very close with her auntie Tigertoe and Uncle Trapeezetangle

She and Ropestripe have a very rocky relationship due to him constantly trying to kill Gerry in increasingly convoluted ways, but they play nice for their dad

The absolute LORE DUMP FOR THESE LITTLE CRITTERS oh this was an absolutely DELIGHTFUL read! I love that Clown straight up considered leaving his own kids to die because. Yeah, he would. “Ain’t nobody got time for that 💅” to “nvm you kinda cute” pipeline. LOVE the kits personalities and backstories and relationships! Absolutely had to draw them. I am not immune to the Clowndad propaganda, as it turns out.

#circusclan #circus fan #clownwish #circus hypokits #<—- new hypokit tag

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 11 months ago

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Notes: I’m so sorry this is so late, I’m just really sick rn and I feel like that’s just an excuse 🤣🤣🥹🥹but don’t worry because 12 and 13 are actually finished already! So they will be coming out very soon after this one

Episode 11: There’s a First Time for Everything

He asked to use their house.

Is that stupid? Would you have preferred it at home? No, no you need a little vacation anyway and he knows you like it here… No this will be perfect and it’s in the guest room so you don’t feel awkward. It’s like an Airbnb at this point! And they won’t be home for a month… so it’s not like he’s putting anyone out or anything…

You’ll love it.

He thinks.

Eddie paces a little as he gets everything set up nicely in the bedroom. There are condoms in the bedside table if you want them, and there are snacks and drinks in the little mini fridge. The blankets are plush and soft and he’s even taken a couple of your favorite stuffed animals that he knows you wouldn’t leave home without and a cute new one he got from Target he thought you’d really like.

He’s kind of nervous, to be honest, okay he’s a lot nervous. You guys had been spending so much time together lately… maybe now wasn’t the best time… but okay maybe it also was? Because the tension was becoming truly unbearable between the two of you. The sweet lingering glances, the soft kisses, the countless times Eddie did exactly what he was not supposed to do and very very carefully got you off a few times. He’d drag his cum through your folds and paint a pretty little picture for you. Not once did he put it in

But that was about to change tonight. That is if you wanted.

He made Buck drive you over, he was literally too nervous to do it himself. He was too busy getting the house ready, setting all the moods in every room you guys could possibly end up in. He’d even turned on the lights in the hot tub, the water red hot… literally.

The doorbell rings and he sighs, smoothing his hair back and straightening out his shirt. It’s just a lounge shirt, he’d told you to wear your pajamas and bring an overnight bag. Just a regular little slumber party!

He opens the door and smiles, tilting your chin up to kiss you

“Hello gorgeous” He purrs and you giggle, kissing him back

“Hi”

Buck puts his hands on his hips, he’s carrying your overnight bag and a grocery bag

“Hey! I’m here too!!”

Eddie leans over and kisses his cheek “Sup sexy”

You walk in and Buck follows you “That’s more like it”

He sets your bag down in the foyer and looks around for a minute, slipping his hands into his pockets

“Welp, you guys have fun!”

You turn to him as you take off your shoes, replacing them with your little bunny slippers

“Aren’t you staying for a bit? I thought you were?”

Eddie leans against the wall, looking at him, he narrows his eyes transmitting a little message to that thing Buck calls his brain

“Nope! I’ve uh- I’ve got plans tonight! With the Bennett’s. Eliza and I are having an old movie night while William gets us snacks!”

You giggle and walk over, hugging him tightly. He kisses your head and holds you a bit longer, he does that now, and can’t ever seem to let you go

“Love you kiddo, have fun. And remember, you can always call Daddy Buck to come pick you up if you get scared”

You toss your head back laughing and push him away “Yeah, yeah whatever, I love you too papa”

“Thank god you didn’t call him daddy” Eddie laughs and you shrug

“It would be kinda weird calling you both, don’t you think??”

Buck's mouth drops open and Eddie holds his hands up

“She calls you daddy?!?!”

“She does not call me daddy!”

They yell it at the same time and you laugh even harder, grabbing your duffle bag and dragging it away from them

“I was about to be so damn hurt if I found out she called you that and you had the audacity not to tell me!!”

Eddie gives him a weird look “You want me to tell you that your cousin called me daddy??”

“Okay, it’s gross when you say it like that god Eddie you perv. I’m your best friend, of course, I want all the dirty details!”

“I’m not. No, I'm not giving you the- god no”

“Eddie Diaz!” Buck says as he’s opening the door “She’s just gonna tell me anyway!!”

He turns to you, pretty decently far from them “You’d tell him?!”

“It’s a girl thing,” You say simply and Buck points at you

“Damn right it is”

Eddie faceplams, completely hating the both of you in this moment and you both giggle at his expense.

God why did he have to fall in love with a Buckley.

“Eddieee” Buck whines and Eddie knows damn well he’s lost this fight. Because truly Buck is his best friend and as pouty and annoying as he is he knows he’d probably end up telling him every detail anyway. He just likes to give him shit for it, because what else are you gonna do on a 24-hour shift?

“You win” Eddie puts his hands in the hair and Buck fist pumps while doing a little dance

“Y/N you’re sleeping over at Maddie and Chim's !! Eddie and I are having girl time!!!"

“You guys have fun!” You wave and Eddie forces Buck out of the house now while he screams how much he loves you and to have a good time. He leans against the door for a second, shaking his head before he walks over to you, taking your duffle bag and your hand

“Would you seriously tell him every detail?”

“Him? Maybe. Maddie? Absolutely” you giggle and Eddie rolls his eyes before scooping you up in his arms, you squeal as he takes you upstairs to put your stuff in the bedroom.

You guys decide to order dinner instead of going out, you’re kind of in the mood for Applebees so while you’re in the bathroom changing he orders for you two.

“So I was thinking after dinner we could hit the hot tub?” He asks as he scrolls through DoorDash on his phone

“Oh yeah sounds good,” You say from around the corner as you change into your real pajamas for the night. Hen had taken you shopping especially for Eddie’s little sleepover plans

“Or you know two birds one stone have dinner in the hot tub” He jokes and you poke your hand out from the bathroom and flip him off

“Oh shut up!”

“Close your eyes!!” You say and he shuts off his phone, crossing his arms over his chest

“Nah you were mean!!”

“Eddie!!” You stomp your little bunny and he huffs

“God fine” he closes his eyes “but only because you’re like the biggest damn baby I know and I know you’ll start crying”

“I will not!!”

“Will too” he teases and you walk over to him, slapping his leg

“Ow, you little br-“ his words get caught in his throat as he stares at you, his mouth falling open slowly. You’re in the sweetest little pink babydoll he’s ever seen. It’s sheer with feathers covering your breasts and lining the bottom. You do a little spin for him and toss your hair over your shoulder

“So? What do you think?”

He can see all of your gorgeous sun-kissed skin and the tiny little sheer thing you’re apparently calling a pair of panties.

“I thought I'd, you know, dress up a little for you tonight! D-do you like it?” You put your hands behind your back nervously and look at him

Does he have a corruption kink?? Signs are starting to point straight up to yes

“U-uh??” He’s short-circuiting. He hasn’t been this bad since he first met you

“I also thought… that maybe…um, if you’re up for it? We could go skinny dipping”

Oh god, you’re gonna give him a heart attack. Maybe you already have! Maybe this is heaven.

“Eddie?”

Has your voice always been that sweet?? That innocent??

You crawl onto the bed and go to straddle his lap, but he knocks you right off and you yelp as you tumble onto the bed

“Hey!!”

He jolts out of bed, putting his hands up in front of him

“I swear to god this night is going to be very short if you sit in my lap now”

You roll over and laugh into the covers and he pushes your butt out of the air so you’re lying on your side

“Quit it!!”

“Do you want me to change?” You’re still giggling as you turn to look at him and he puts his hands on your thighs shaking you slowly

“Noooo…. No, I can handle it! I just… you’re so gorgeous baby, I just wasn’t expecting this”

“So you like it?” You ask as he turns you flat on your back and pulls your legs to the edge of the bed

“I really, really like it” he looks at you laying there, your arms up, your body laid out for him…

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” you ask quietly, biting the tip of your finger and he lets out a frustrated groan, smacking your leg

“I said quit it” There’s a little growl to his voice and you pull your legs closed, squeezing them together a bit

“You gonna make me?”

He looks at you, his eyes darkening with desire and he smirks, pulling your legs back down slowly

“I’m gonna remember that Sugar cube” He drags his thumb over the front of your panties, relishing in the way your breath hitches. He rubs a slow, torturous circle with a little sadistic smile on his face before pulling his hand back and smacking your cunt. It’s not nearly as hard as he could do it, oh you’re not ready for that. But you squeak, slamming your legs shut and he tilts his head back laughing

“Oh I’m sorry, did I hurt the baby? Did my little sugar cube not like that?”

His tone is so condescending and he looks so gleeful as he stares at you, rubbing your thighs together

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Let us enjoy the evening I have planned? Or…would you rather learn your lesson the hard way. It makes no difference to me”

You stare at him, you’ve never seen him quite like this, of course, you’ve never really gotten to this point before. You knew before coming here tonight what you both were hopefully going to do… and now it seems like you’re trailblazing right towards it

“I’ll be good,” You say softly and he smiles, pulling you off the bed and picking you up to take you back downstairs

“That’s my good girl”

Dinner is delivered and Eddie sets you down at the dining room table, he sets your food out for you and pours the same Strawberry wine you’d had on your first date

“This is pretty romantic” You tease him as he clinks glasses with you

“I told you once, I’ll tell you again. I can be a pretty romantic guy” He winks and you giggle as he pulls your chair closer to him. He kisses your nose before watching you sip from your glass

“Tastes good?” He asks as he sips his and you nod

“Of course it does!”

You spend the rest of dinner giggling and joking around with Eddie. He toys with your hair and teases you, poking and prodding and you push his hands away, pouting playfully and telling him to behave.

He ignores you.

Because how can he behave when you’re dressed like that, sitting all pretty right next to him, the smell of your perfume enveloping him in the sweetest hug. He can’t wait for it to be all over him, for his lips to be all over your body, kissing you, loving you.

“Eddie?” You snap in front of his face a couple times and he flinches

“Huh??”

“I asked if you were done eating? I wanna go watch a movie or something before we hit the hot tub?” You have a little knowing smirk on your face and he glares at you playfully

“Yeah sure, go put somethin’ on corazón I’ll put the rest of our food away”

That was a new name

He gets up from the table, pulls your seat back, and takes your hand to help you up. He kisses it gently, then kisses your cheek and you blush, pushing him away and he chuckles, taking your plates into the kitchen as you skip off to the couch.

Honestly, you knew these people had money. Since the first time you’d seen the house. But these are the softest, fluffiest, comfiest couches you’ve ever sat on. There’s a large fluffy blanket on the back of the couch and a cute pink basket of snacks on the coffee table. You grab the remote from the basket and cuddle up under the blanket, flipping through Netflix to try and find something

Eddie had set this area up really cutely, the snack basket was an adorable touch even if you wouldn’t be eating them just yet. He comes into the living room and lifts up one side of the blanket, plopping down on the couch and opening his arms so you can crawl into them

“Pick anything yet?”

You crawl up into his lap and cuddle into him, snuggling down into the blanket and continuing to scroll

“Eh, not really,” you say as he adjusts himself, putting his arms around you and placing his head on yours. You flip over to Disney+ and lean into him, he starts to kiss your neck lightly and you smirk

“You think we’ll actually get through this?” You turn on Deadpool and he relaxes on the couch, dimming the lights with his phone

“Not if I can help it”

He wasn’t kidding either. His kisses to your body are light and teasing, his fingers trailing ticklish little paths on your arm. He just wants to touch you, like he can’t get enough of you being here with him, and maybe he can’t. He spent too long away from you, he’s going to be glued to you until the next century.

You’re not even paying attention to the movie anymore and it’s practically over, in fact, you hadn’t been paying attention to it in quite a while you’re not even sure how it got to Deadpool forgetting his bag in the taxi but that’s where you’re at

“Do you wanna go in the hot tub now?” You ask breathlessly as Eddie leaves yet another hickey on the nape of your neck near your collarbone. You’re not even sure what the purpose of these panties was, they’re certainly not doing a very good job containing the slick that’s coating your thighs from all his teasing

“Sounds good to me, beautiful”

You get up from the couch and stretch a little, purposely making that baby doll rise so Eddie can see how wet your thighs are. Not that he definitely couldn’t feel it anyway. He stares at you for a moment, licking his lips and you wink at him before turning on your heel. You smirk a little as you hear him get up and follow after you.

You walk in front of Eddie, taking off your baby doll and tossing it backward at him. He catches it, holding it close to his chest and inhaling happily

Fuck he loves strawberries.

You decide to leave the thong on, just to bother him and walk out to the hot tub. You can hear him stripping behind you as you walk up the steps and sit on the edge of it. You turn to face him and your cheeks flush. His clothes are discarded in a pile with your babydoll to the side, and he’s naked in front of you

“You’re staring Sugar Cube” he’s got that stupid cheeky grin on his face as he walks up the stairs, his ass bouncing with each step

“Goddamn” You mumble as he gets into the hot tub, sitting down and leaning back against the wall

“You gonna get in? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” He puts his arms on the wall as you slowly float back down to earth, swinging your legs over the edge and getting in

You wade over to him and snuggle into his side, he drapes an arm over you and kisses your head

“How’s healin’ going?” He murmurs into your hair and you shrug

“Not bad, especially with all the help from everyone… and I love being around everyone and it’s so nice being pampered all the time-“

“But?” Eddie chuckles and you sigh, looking up at him with a small smile on your face

“I really, really needed this vacation”

You put your forehead against his before climbing into his lap. You cup his face, your fingers splayed over his cheeks as you kiss him slowly, wrapping your tongue around his and tilting your head, deepening the kiss. He lays his head back slowly as you start to grind on him while placing soft kisses along his jaw

“You’re gonna start something…” He moans softly, his hands coming to squeeze your hips. He pulls you down on him more, feeling the way you slip easily along his cock

“Maybe I finally want to” You look him in the eyes and he grins wickedly, getting up and spinning you around so you’re pinned against the side of the tub. He runs his cock through your folds, grinding on your clit and you grip the edge of the tub, little whining noises falling from your lips

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” He grinds against you, trying his best to be careful and you shudder underneath him, lifting your leg onto the stair on purpose, encouraging him to slip in

“Your first time is not gonna be in a hot tub” He chuckles breathlessly and you push back against him whining and bracing your hands on the edge of the tub more

“Please, Eddie? Please I need it” you practically sob and he picks you up out of the water, walking up the stairs and onto the deck. He moves quickly and you’re slightly terrified he’s gonna slip but he doesn’t as he makes his way to the bedroom he had all set up. You gasp softly as he kicks the door open, flipping on the lights. A soft pink hue cascades over the room and little fairy lights twinkle from the canopy above the bed

“Eddie?” Your eyes are wide as he stops for a moment, letting you take it all in. There are rose petals all over the floor and a couple of your candles that are unlit.

“I-I wanted it to be special for you” he’s blushing now as he carries you over to the bed and sets you down. He grabs a lighter from the bedside table and lights your favorite candles before placing it back in the drawer

“So. I uh-“ He rubs the back of his head awkwardly“I did bring condoms- if - I mean I will absolutely put one on if you want me to”

“I’m uh- I’m on the pill” You blush and he looks at you, his eyes wide for a second

“So remember the first time we messed around?” You say sheepishly

“When you moved in?”

“Yeah and you literally kinda rubbed your um-“Your cheeks are burning and he smirks at you

“My what? Pretty girl”

You glare at him and he smiles so sweetly at you, but his eyes are so dark and hungry and you can feel it stirring up way too many emotions in you

“Y-your…stuff”

He tosses his head back laughing, his hand on his chest as he has just a good freaking laugh at your expense. He pushes you down on the bed and you squeak as he leaves you to grab a towel from the bathroom to toss on the floor to stop it from dripping all over it.

“You mean when I rubbed your pussy with my cum?” He gets on his knees now and you prop yourself up on your elbows quickly

“You don’t have to be so vulgar!”

Your mouth drops as he rips a hole in your panties and he looks up at you

“Don’t I?” He can’t help the way he stares, like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever seen in his entire life like he’s been starving for weeks…and you know technically he has.

It doesn’t help that you had decided to pretty up a little. ✨Magic shave powder✨ is the greatest thing you’ve ever bought in your entire life, you’re as smooth… you don’t know, something that’s like really smooth? Wait okay that one street in Cars after Lightning McQueen fixes it

“The movie, Cars?” Eddie looks at you and you blink slowly

“Said that out loud didn’t I”

“Mhmmm” He chuckles against your thigh and you bat at his head

“But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” He says, kissing the inside of your thigh softly and getting you back on track “I’d devour you either way baby”

“I wanted to”

“I’m not complaining” He nuzzles his nose against you and inhales deeply, his eyes roll back as your jaw drops slowly

“Smells good enough to eat”

“E-“

It’s like all the air has been sucked from your lungs the moment he kisses you, French kisses you. It’s an odd feeling at first, but your hands automatically tangle in his hair as he laps at your clit, you feel the vibrations of his chuckles as you buck against his face and he pulls you closer to him, putting your thighs over his shoulders

He’s hungry for you as his tongue dips inside you, tasting your arousal

“Such a good girl for me” He murmurs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he finally tastes you for the first time.

“Such a pretty little cunt too” His fingers dig into your plush ass as he pulls you closer to him, licking and teasing you. He loves the way you shiver at his touch, the way your back arches off the bed as he slides his fingers inside you. He can’t help but groan, his cock throbbing with need as he tastes your sweet nectar, but he can’t be bothered with himself at the moment, he’s too enamored with your bare cunt.

You writhe frantically in the covers, trying to pull yourself away from him just a little, just enough to breathe. But he slaps your thigh, leaving behind a red mark and you yelp. His eyes connect with yours immediately, staring daggers at you for trying to run from him and you shove his face back down just so you don’t have to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. You know you wouldn’t last either if he made you.

“I’ve wanted you for so, so long” he purrs against your lips before sucking on your clit and biting it just a little, your hips buck against his face as you cry out his name and he chuckles deeply, pulling his fingers away, and reaching for his cock. He strokes himself a few times, as he continues devouring you, gasping into you.

You’re a babbling mess underneath him, incoherent and a bit dazed, that man knows what he’s doing. You can feel the way he spells out his name, claiming you. Like any other man ever had a chance with you.

The sounds of your moans are music to his ears, his sweet little angel, tugging at his hair, begging him to let you cum.

“Look at how sweet and submissive you can be, I’m so proud of you baby girl… come on. Let me taste you baby, cum on my tongue”

You cry out his name as he sucks your clit relentlessly, his fingers pumping back into you, in and out as you reach your climax. Your body trembles harshly as you collapse into the bed, panting and almost crying from how overwhelmed you’re feeling.

Eddie pulls his fingers out slowly, crawling over you and kissing you softly

“Hey, hey you did so good sugar cube. You’re so wet for me…” He kisses your tears and you look at him, sniffling a little

“That was a lot,” you say and he smiles, reaching over and grabbing your new teddy bear and handing it to you

“Mhmm it sure was” he watches you snuggle with it, taking a little breather and he lays next to you, pulling you into his arms

“We can leave it at that if you want baby, we don’t have to go further”

“What about you?” You ask quickly, barely letting him finish the sentence

“Y/N, I just got to eat you out for the first time. Trust me when I say I’m perfectly fine waiting if you’re not ready”

“I just need a minute” You blush a little and he kisses your nose

“That’s perfectly fine with me”

You can feel just how hard he is, his thick cock pressed against you. All he does is softly rub your arm, humming a soothing little song. You know he’d really stop if you needed to… you know he wouldn’t think twice.

But god is it finally time to ride your cowboy

You look at him, hugging your bear to your chest, your head is practically spinning with the deep desire to just take him inside you, and finally know what it feels like for him to just… destroy you.

“Eddie?”

“Yes, cutie?” He says playfully as he nuzzles into your neck

“Fuck me”

You feel the way he stops breathing, the way his hand stops caressing your side

“What was that?”

His voice is deeper, darker. There’s a bite to his tone as his hands become more possessive, pulling your body into him greedily

“Say it again for me” His hands trail up your sides as he watches you so intensely. So desperately aroused.

“Uhhh” you start to get a bit shy again, hiding behind your teddy bear “Um”

“Oh come on now” He pulls your teddy bear from you, kissing your neck as he slides the bear down his bare torso

“Tell me what you want from me” Your eyes widen as he strokes himself slowly with your teddy bear, groaning softly and bucking his hips into it a bit

“Look at how much I need you”

You stare at him, unable to even comprehend what you’re seeing as he rubs that bear up and down his shaft, hissing at the satisfying friction it gives him…but-

“Come on, say it for me”

“F-fuck me,” you say again, your voice squeaking a little

“Fuck me… what?”

Your jaw drops slowly as he tosses the bear aside and gets on his knees, pulling your hips to him and tapping your pussy with his cock

“U-uhh”

“Come on honey, one little word” You feel a slight pressure as he teases your hole with the tip, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a small bottle of lube, pouring it over his cock and rubbing it in

“Fuck me… d-daddy”

“That’s my girl” He grins wickedly as he pushes into you slowly, stretching you out inch by mind-blowing inch. You’re not even sure how big he is but damn it just keeps going. You’re panting softly, your eyes rolling back as he finally sinks his cock into you.

“Ohhmygod”

Your words slur together as your body trembles underneath him, he leans forward and kisses your neck, taking your hands in one of his and pinning them above your head

“Look at you, doin' such a good job baby girl. Let me know when to move, we’ll go at your pace”

He looks mesmerized by the way you stretch around his cock, your tight cunt gripping him. He sighs dreamily, knowing he’s the only man to ever take you like this and he likes that. It makes him kind of wish he’d saved himself for you which is hilarious considering he didn’t even know you existed. You wiggle your hips a bit trying to adjust to his size and he smirks, pulling out a little

“Is it too much for you? Too much for my pretty baby to take?”

Okay Eddie is kinky

But maybe you can be worse

You wriggle one of your wrists free from him, he’s not holding them very tightly for your first time and reach for the nightstand

“You want the condoms, honey?”

He goes to pull out but your fingers reach your phone first, handing it over to him. He stares at it in his hands and then looks back at you

“You wanted pictures right?”

Now it’s his turn for his jaw to drop “I-i mean-“

“Unless you’re just all talk…”

The look he gives you like you have the audacity to be saying that when you’re just trying to buy time to get used to his size. He ignores you though, and rubs his hand over your thigh soothingly. You hear the shutter of the camera and it sends a shiver up your spine. His fingers ghost over your sensitive clit and you gasp, moving your hips against it as he plays with your clit, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he films the way he’s touching you.

You reach out for him, your thighs shaking and he tosses your phone to the side as he goes to lay over you now, kissing you softly

“I think you’re ready” he whispers as his hips start to move slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in it for a second as he pumps in and out, moaning lowly in your ear

“Fucking hell, Y/N”

He keeps his slow pace up, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as he tortures both of you for the sake of not hurting you

“F-faster” you pant, pulling at his hair so he’s looking into your eyes “Please, please go faster”

Goddamn you don’t have to tell him twice

His hips speed up as he reaches between you and massages your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arches into his chest as you cry out and he bites his lip, grunting as his cock thrusts in and out of you

He grips your hips again, tighter this time. The muscles in his arms bulged with each snap of his hips, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. Eddie's hot, heavy breaths mingle with your own as he drives into you, the primal sounds of passion filling the room and driving you up the wall, almost the same way he’s driving you up the bed. You hold onto the headboard, your body arching up higher, your tits bouncing in his face

He pulls out almost completely, then plunges back in, the intensity of his movements driving both of you higher. Sweat glistens on both of your skin as you move together, your moans louder with each powerful stroke.

Eddie's breathing becomes labored, his thrusts more erratic as he nears his peak. His gaze never leaves yours, seeing the passion reflected in your eyes. He feels your body tremble, watching the way your body comes closer and closer to finishing all over him

It’s so purely euphoric the moment you cum, he watches the way your body arches into his, the way you cry out his name, reaching for him. He holds you closer, finishing inside you fucking finally, he holds it in you, his cock throbbing inside you as he releases more and more and he’s sure it’s the hardest he’s ever cum in his life

You hold onto him, your entire body shaking, your nails clawing at his back, just trying to find something to ground yourself with. He doesn’t pull out as he collapses on top of you, panting into your hair, giving you soft little kisses

“Jesus I’m in love with you” He laughs breathlessly and you nod, laughing with him

“I-I love you too”

“Hello??…. What? Buck, Buck slow down buddy. Where??”

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes

“Baby?” Eddie gets out of bed, running over to the dresser and tossing you a t-shirt, that you rush to get on. He hops around trying to get his pants on while talking to Buck and you nearly fall off the bed, trying to reach for your bra on the floor

“We’ll be there soon!!” He hangs up and lifts you back onto the bed, tossing your bra at you

“Eddie!” You cup his face and he finally stops running around

“Maddie’s having her baby”

Your mouth drops open and you fall backward, squealing and kicking

“Finally!!!”

You scramble to get ready just as fast as he is. You don’t bother digging through your overnight bag, you just pull on his t-shirt and snatch your pajama shorts from the top of the bag. They’re short, and show off the curves of your ass and just the bottom of your cheeks. Eddie looks at you as you stumble off the bed and you put your hands on your hips, letting his t-shirt fall over them

“Hey, it’s this or nothing okay! I didn’t exactly expect to be going anywhere in the middle of the night”

“It’s not “or nothing” but fuck I’m not complaining” he snickers as he picks you up and your mini backpack and heads straight for the truck.

He opens the driver's side door and just makes you crawl across the seat. He slaps your butt as you’re crawling and you squeak

“Hey!! That hurts!!” You kick your leg at him and sit carefully in your seat

“That hurts?” He wanted to sound playful but it just came out worried and you pat his arm

“You’re kinda big, and it’s my first time. Don’t worry about it okay? If it gets too painful I’ll tell you”

He looks at you skeptically but starts the truck anyway and pulls out of the driveway

“Sure you will”

You buckle up in the middle seat and cuddle into him, smiling

“I’ll tell you all about it!! how sore I am from you stretching me so much… how I can still feel you inside me with every step I take..” you wriggle your eyebrows as he shakes his head, ignoring your ass and concentrating on the road

“If um… if you’re not too tired when we get back?” You bite your lip shyly and that finally gets his attention

“You sure you’re up for that?”

“Are you kidding? I finally had you and you think I’m going to be able to stay off it? I’ve been dreaming about this with you”

He smiles a little, he can feel the blush creeping up his neck

“Alright Sugar Cube, whatever you want”

#words by rhys #911 x reader #rhys writes #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 show #eddie diaz x reader #strawberries and cream #911 fandom #911 fanfic #911 abc #911 fic #evan buckley #maddie buckley #howie han

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vodika-vibes · 11 months ago

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Could I please request a mystic same faces gods au with Echo, I feel like Echo would be the god of the people who are physically and mentally affected by war or something.

I also like that Rex could maybe be the god of survivors guilt a more last one standing type thing, the good and the bad, because I saw you were having trouble writing for him.

No hurry on this I know you have a shit ton of requests, so be sure to pace yourself and don't feel bad for taking time off for writing.

Accidents Happen

Summary: War has swept through your small village. The Imperial army has killed almost everyone. You’re one one a handful of people who managed to escape the slaughter. And now you have to bury your people.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1996

Prompt: Mystic AU - Same faced gods AU

Warnings: Reader survives two massacres

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So it took me a little bit to come up with an idea that I was happy with. And, while I'll never say migraines are good, taking two days off back-to-back seems to have helped me get my mojo back. Anyway, I hope this is close to what you wanted!

It’s hot.

So very hot.

You push a strand of sweaty hair out of your face and then kneel next to the small canoe that you’ve been repairing for the better part of the day. Confident that it’s as repaired as it needs to be, for what it’s going to be used for, you straighten and wave toward a man near the water.

He waves back and then says something to the teenager standing in front of him before he turns and jogs over to you. “This one all set?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s not perfect, but it’ll work.”

He kneels and checks on your work before he nods once. “You didn’t do half bad. Good enough for someone who has never done this before.”

You shrug, “Thanks, I guess.”

He shoots you a sympathetic look, and lightly touches your shoulder, “We’re almost done here.”

“And then what?”

He averts his gaze, “I don’t know, kiddo. I really don’t. But, we’ll make it through this.” He squeezes your shoulder, “Will you go and make sure that the bows are all in working order?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good lass,” He pauses, “We’re going to be okay. You’ll see.”

You’re not sure you believe him. You’re not sure you want to believe him, but you don’t have the energy to argue with him. So you just nod and turn to trudge towards the hunter’s hut.

Three days ago, you joined your uncle and cousin on a fishing trip upriver. It was supposed to be a fun day, you were going to teach your cousin how to repair fishing nets, and your uncle was going to teach him how to find the best places to lay nets, and throw out a line.

A sudden violent storm forced the three of you to take refuge in a cave miles from home. The storm raged for hours, and you were only able to return to the fishing village after your uncle determined that it was safe to get back on the water.

You returned to the aftermath of a massacre.

Homes burned to the ground, market stalls shattered in pieces, and bodies strewn across the place.

There were no survivors.

But then, when the Empire decides that a place no longer deserves to exist, it’s quickly wiped off the map.

This brings it up to two massacres that you’ve survived since you were born. The first one happened when you were a child, your Uncle had always been a loud adversary against Palpatine and the Empire, and the Empire decided that his whole family needed to die for it.

That time you escaped with a missing arm and severe burns across the majority of your back. Though almost your entire family survived the massacre.

You suppose there was no way you were going to get that lucky twice.

Which brings you to now.

It’s not possible to bury the dead, the village is too close to the water, so the village practices water burials. When done right, they’re beautiful and tastefully done.

However, with only three people, and one of them under the age of 15, these funerals aren’t going to be beautiful or comforting. It’s just going to be another reminder of everything you’ve lost.

And you’ve lost everything.

You stand in front of the Hunters hut, your hands, both flesh and metal, are shaking, and all you want to do is close your eyes and pretend that the last week never happened, and you can open your eyes and your mom will be there again—

But that’s not possible anymore.

Your mom is dead. Just like your dad. And your brothers.

And you come to the stark realization that you can’t do this.

You drop your hand to your side and then pull your hands to your chest. You can’t do this. You can’t be here. You can’t stay here.

It’s too much. It’s all too much.

With that final thought, you turn on your heels and you run into the forest.

You’re vaguely aware of your uncle and your cousin calling your name, but you ignore them.

Maybe, if you run far enough fast enough, everything will stop hurting.

You run until your lungs are burning and your legs are aching, and then you keep going. You run and run and run until the moon rises over the horizon and your legs collapse under you.

A roll of thunder jerks you from your spiraling thoughts. Slowly, you push yourself to your aching feet and look around the dark forest, looking for shelter.

There.

Not far from where you finally collapsed is a massive tree. If nothing else, the branches will offer you some shelter from the weather. Though, as you approach the tree, you realize that there’s a hollow beneath the tree.

It’s risky. Very risky.

But a sharp crack of lightning loud enough to make you flinch encourages you to toss caution to the wind as you carefully lower yourself into the hollow.

The hollow is bigger than you expect.

The tunnel leads deeper and deeper beneath the tree until you trip over a tree root and fall into a room that can only be described as magic. If only because the moment you fall into the room, braziers light up with a warm flame.

Warm in the sense that the moment they light, the coldness that’s sunk into your very bones since the day you discovered the massacre lessens, and you feel like you can breathe for the first time in days.

You shift so that you’re sitting properly, and look around the room properly.

The walls seem to be made up of roots from the tree sitting over you, while the ground feels like it’s some kind of stone.

Most interesting is the bed nestled against the wall. The bed looks clean and the blankets look warm. And, even though the bed looks brand new, it doesn’t look like anyone has been down here aside from you in ages.

Thunder rumbles loudly above you and you nervously bite your lower lip, before slowly walking over and sitting on the bed. It’s softer than you expected, like something from another life, rather than a random bed found under a random tree miles from civilization, and you can’t help but run your hand across the soft, almost velvety, material of the blanket.

When was the last time you had the chance to enjoy something nice like this?

Years, probably.

Surely there’s no harm in sleeping here, just until the storm finishes. Just until you feel better. Until you feel like you can face your uncle without screaming at him for ruining your life.

You kick off your shoes and lay your head on the pillow, burying yourself in the soft blanket and the soft material, and drifting off into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

You wake the following morning feeling more rested than you’ve ever felt in your life.

There were no nightmares, no memories of burning skin or laughing monsters lurking in the shadows. You still feel like you’re in a dream, kind of.

You feel warm, floaty…and safe.

You can’t remember the last time you felt safe.

Slowly you sit up, though you really don’t want to, and you’re about to swing your legs off the bed when you notice the strange man sitting at a table that definitely wasn’t there the night before.

He graces you with a small smile, “Good morning,”

In your experience, a strange man in your sleeping quarters is not generally a good thing, but you aren’t afraid of him. Actually, you still feel very safe.

“...good morning.” You greet slowly.

His smile widens, and you can’t help but notice that he has a nice smile. “Did you sleep well?”

You consider him for a moment, “I did. Better than I have since I was an infant, probably.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He stands, and you note that he has a prosthetic arm, and both of his legs are prosthetics. “My name is Echo, this,” He gestures to the room with his prosthetic hand, “you can call it my temple.”

“Temple?” You ask as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You notice his gaze drop to your legs, specifically the burn scars on your left leg. Normally you’d toss the blanket over your leg, and make a smart comment about how staring is rude, but you have the feeling that he isn’t judging you.

“Temple.” Echo agrees. He crosses the room to you and kneels at your feet, it feels wrong, somehow, but you can’t quite put into words why it feels so wrong, “I am the Patron God of the innocents who have been irreversibly harmed by war.”

His flesh hand brushes against the scars on your leg, and for once, you don’t jerk your leg away.

“I don’t understand.”

His smile is sad, “You summoned me.”

“I didn’t.”

He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, “Unlike my brothers, I can only be summoned under a very specific set of circumstances. Involving physical injury,” He lightly touches his prosthetic hand to yours, “and mental anguish.”

“That’s an awful way to have to be summoned.” You finally say.

He chuckles, “Well, because of the very specific requirements of my summoning, this is the first time I’ve been summoned.”

“I’m sorry, you must have been busy—”

“Not so busy that I couldn’t come when called,” There’s something strangely fond about the look on his face, and you can’t help but reach up and brush your fingers against the ports on the side of his head, “I also admit to being excited to finally having a priestess.”

That should make you nervous, right?

“But I didn’t summon you intentionally.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately,” Echo replies, amused.

“I don’t know anything about being a priestess.” You add with a small frown.

He lightly pulls you off the bed so that you’re sitting in his lap, and his forehead lightly presses against your own. “Close your eyes.” Immediately, and without really thinking about it, you do as he asks. “Good, very good. Do you feel it, cyare? There’s the beginning of a bond—”

He trails off as you find the thin thread connecting yourself to Echo. It’s thin and wispy, like a spider thread, though you have the feeling that it won’t break easily.

You lightly touch the thread and feel a surge of affection from Echo, and you can’t help the small sigh that falls from your lips. “Is that…you?”

“It is.”

“It feels like it should be stronger,” You murmur.

“It will become stronger, once we solidify the bond.” Echo promises, “That will come naturally, we don’t have to rush.”

You hum softly, although—

“We don’t have to, but you want to,” You notice, as you focus on the bond for a moment. His, slightly flustered, embarrassment washes through you, and you open your eyes to peer at him.

He looks slightly sheepish, “I’d like to get to know you before I take you to bed. Doesn’t mean that I don’t want you, though.”

Slowly you nod your understanding, and then you close your eyes again. Echo makes you feel warm and safe, and you could drown yourself in him if he let you.

His fingers are warm against your jaw, “Can I kiss you, cyare?” Echo murmurs, “I think it’s a good first step.”

You nod once and tilt your head slightly. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours in an innocent kiss, and then he kisses you properly, his hand settling firmly on the back of your neck while his other arm wraps securely around your waist.

Echo breaks the kiss and releases a contented sigh, “I’m going to take care of you, cyare.” He murmurs against your lips, “Everything is going to be alright. I promise.”

And, for the first time since childhood, you believe it.

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #vodika-vibes 650 event #tbb echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks #mystic au

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year ago

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How do I talk to a fourth grader about sex Ed? Are there books or an online resource for parents you recommend?

hi there, thank you for asking!

the book that I use to teach OWL classes is Robie Harris' It's Perfectly Normal; I strongly recommend getting ahold of the revised & updated edition from 2021, which is more inclusive and queer-friendly, but even the older edition is a pretty good starting place.

it can be a great way to start the conversation if the fourth grader in question hasn't approached you with their own questions about sex and bodies, which can be daunting for a lot of kids, especially if that hasn't historically been the vibe when you interact! they may not know a lot at that point, but most kids have definitely absorbed that sex is something that they're not supposed to talk about.

if they're feeling up to having a chat beyond the basics (anatomy, reproduction 101, changes that come with puberty, squiggly crush feelings, consent and no means no, etc), that's awesome! I find most kids in the 4th-6th grade range already have a lot more information about sex than most people expect; they just have it jumbled up and out of order and lack the tools to make sense of it. ie, I've had students who know about periods but are under the impression that they come out of the butt, understand that a baby grows inside of a person but have no clue how it gets out, and make jokes about someone getting ejaculated on because they know it's Inappropriate and therefore funny but don't actually have any idea what ejaculation actually is or why it happens.

so, you know. much to work on there!

honestly I think the #1 most important thing for any adult trying to be a good ally and educator to young people is to kill the urge to cringe literally ever at all about anything, because the second you make a kid feel weird for asking a question is the second they start hesitating to confide in you with their questions. I've had to poker face kids asking me why someone would ever put someone else's penis in their mouth, what a harem is, and kids very earnestly describing their first wet dreams without having any idea that they were describing wet dreams. there cannot be any "no," it's "yes, and" from here on it. "yes that sounds weird to you, and it's completely fine to do that with people you trust if and when you feel ready to have sex" has got to be the constant refrain. be as rigorously open-minded and non-judgmental as possible establishes that you are a safe person to talk to honestly, and encourages your kiddo to be similarly curious and accepting.

if you ever find yourself really flustered by a question, or you genuinely don't have an answer, it's okay to pull a "I don't know! let me find out more information and get back to you." (also great behavior to model for kids, btw.) if you're ever stumped trying to figure out how to break something down into 4th grader-sized chunks, I recommend Scarleteen as a starting place - it's a sex ed forum run by volunteers for teens, some of them pretty young, so the answers are written very accessibly.

easing into the topic by discussing things like feelings and puberty can be a great way to ease in. have they talked about puberty at school? are their friends having any bodily changes? how do people talk about bodies? do kids get made fun of for developing breasts or growing body hair? does anyone at school date? how does the kid you're talking with feel about all of that? I might just be blessed with unusually gossipy kids, but they LOVE dishing about how other kids act. I learn so so much about my students by asking them to tell me how their peers behave at school; they love to narc.

also: it can be a huge bummer if YOU were really ready to rumble being sex positive and a source of info, but sometimes kids just aren't ready to engage with that. I've know 4th graders who are extremely at eases talking about the ins and outs of vaginal anatomy and 6th graders who would rather run away than even acknowledge genitals exist; there's no predicting when anyone will be comfortable with this. to a certain degree you might need to encourage a kid through initial awkwardness, but if they're reaching a point of serious distress and discomfort we've got to let it go. unfortunately I've taught kids who reacted to their parents' enthusiasm for sex positivity by wilting in exactly the opposite direction, getting anxious and confrontational whenever the topic came up. the majority of kids will become curious in their own time, especially as puberty and sexuality becomes more pressing to them and their peers, and sometimes the best thing you can do is leave that door open for them to return to in their own time.

also, hey! if you're ever really really stuck, I'm here on tumblr dot com :) I'm by now means an expert, but I've taught a LOT of fourth graders what a condom is.

#sex edventures 2024

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blues-agere-toybox · 6 months ago

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Day 8 of Regressuary

Theme: Lonely

Charachters: Berry and Queen Bee

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Berry learns that sometimes its okay to feel a bit lonely and that she doesn't always need to be regressed around people to be happy. She can just be happy with some alone time.

Authors Note: Thank you to @theogclownboy for helping me come up with this plot! Also, please reblog! It helps spread my regression content a lot more (esp because i realized my most recent fics havent gotten that much traction even though I put a lot of work into them) It just helps support me a lot!

Sigh.

Berry had been staring at her phone screen for about 10 minutes now, slightly swinging her phone from side to side to hear the gentle click-cling! Of her phone charm. She was soooooooo boooooooooored. After a not so busy day at the nail salon and a few days of canceled band practice due to scheduling issues with the rest of the members she practically felt like she was dying. She only talked to like 5 people max today! That was so not cool. She slunk further into her beanbag now feeling herself start to slip into littlespace, and frankly making things worse. She felt like she was so needy and attention starved when little. She just couldn't help it! Shes just a kiddo who needs to talk and play and run and urgh! So frustrating! Berry huffed looking back at her phone screen. 15 minutes now. 15 minutes and Bee still hasn't messaged her back. She knew she was probably busy but....it couldn't help but bother her. Not even her babysitter wanted to talk to her. Were people just avoiding her? She asked to herself now standing up to try and get her mind off of things. She pulled out her sippy cup and filled it with some energy drink to help herself out. The good thing about no babysitter meant that no one could stop her from having her energy drink! She giggled to herself while her tail wagged. "Im gonna be the most hyper princess the world has ever seen!"

Oh and she was the most hyper princess alright! Although the world couldn't see it. The world was too busy right now. Berry realized that about 2 laps into running around the room. No one to chase her....no one to chase....how in the heck was this supposed to be fun? She felt her hyperness settle down a bit as her mood had once again been ruined. One more glance at her phone got her heart rate all the way back up! Then plummeting down as she realized what the text message said:

💬 Sorry honey bee! Im at a sins meeting right now! I'll be busy for a few hours but as soon as im done ill be over there right away! Just in time to tuck you in!

In time to tuck her in? That was like forever from now! She would only get to see Bee when it was time for bed! "Urgh! It's not fair! Why doesn't anyone wanna play with me?" Berry said as she stomped her foot and threw her phone on the couch. She immediately plopped down onto the ground stubbornly and gave a big "hmph!". Although....no one was here to give her reassurance or talk her out of pouting anymore....what was the point of pouting if it wouldn't fix anything? Just make her feel worse? Berry sighed and got up picking up her phone again now sending back a message.

💬 Bee-Bee! How do I not be bored by myself?

This time Bee replied within a few minutes

💬 Oh honey that's easy! Some games need 2 people but other activities just need one! Like drawing or playing with dolls. Use your imagination! You have a big one and I know it! Now i really gotta pay attention but i'll talk to ya l8r baby bee! 💖🍯🐝

💬 Bye bye Bee-Bee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After sending her last message Berry put down her phone and thought for a second. She loved a lot of other activities! But a lot of them she did with Bee....although she just had to be creative! Berry began to pace around the room to think of something to do. Something she could do with just herself. It finally popped into her head! The ultimate girls night! But just with herself! A berry night!

It took about an hour to set up but Berry finally did it! She set up her own pillow fort, had a movie up and running as well as her coloring book and nail kit nearby to do both her and her plushies nails! "Bee-bee is gonna be so proud of me when she comes! Then we can....oh wait we can't. Bee-Bee's coming home late...." Berry said with a whimper as she felt herself getting sad again. She sat in front of her plushie peppermint and sighed. "Whadda I do peppermint? I did everythin Bee-Bee said buh I still feel lonely....no one wants to talk to me or-or play or anythin! No one wants ta be around me....except you and Usagi..." Berry said sadly in reference to her GIANT pink bunny plushie. "I guess if you and Usagi are here im not alone then..." Berry said after a bit of consideration as her ears perked up slightly. "Yeah....yeah! Im not alone because you're here for me! When no one else can be! And I know you both love me! And-and so does Bee buh shes just busy....and thats okay! Because im with my best-est-est-est friends in the world!" Berry said as she scooped up Peppermint into a tight hug and held the little plushie close to her. "I think im okay now. All the nasty lonely is gone an now its time ta have some fun! With my own night! Its a berry night!" She said as her Berry Night went on with lots of movies, snacks, coloring, popcorn, and fake gossip filled her night with fun. Maybe being by herself wasn't all that bad sometimes! She could simply just make her own fun.

Art by @theogclownboy

Hope you enjoyed! Please like and reblog to help support!

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starrydaycare · 10 months ago

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CG Nexus!!! CG Nexus!!! CG Nexus!!! CG Nexus!! Yeah yeah yeah!!

AKJAAN NEXUS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES TO WRITE FORRRR

THIS IS A FUNKY REQUEST/pos

(Also I didn't know if you were just stating something, asking for a moodboard, or asking for headcanons. Soooo I made a moodboard AND headcanons (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

🌌Carvegiver!Nexus Headcanons!

🌕Nexus makes for a super fun caregiver! He's good with kids between 5-12, as well as younger teens, but is willing to take care of you regardless of your age range! He's not really okay with changing diapers or potty training, so keep that in mind. He'll try if you push it, but it's reaaally not his thing.

🌌He's more of a protective, fun older brother than anything. He'll get into mischief with you, pulling pranks on Dark Sun and anyone else, teasing others with you, and so on. And when you two get caught? You'll run, and he'll run with you, giggling on the way. If he has to, he'll take the fall for the two of you.

"No, Dark Sun. It was my idea; don't blame them! They're just a kid, it's my fault."

🌕He likes having you nearby, as he doesn't want to risk you getting hurt or anything. With the stuff they deal with on a regular basis? You're staying with him. Sit down, get comfy, here's a cookie 🍪

🌌He really likes playing video games, so if you're younger he'll sit you on his lap while he does so, making sure to watch his language around you. He'll explain everything that's age appropriate to you, showing you his game happily.

🌕If you're older, then he'll play multiplayer games with you! You'd sit in a blanket fort the two of you made together, controllers in both of your hands as you play Fortnite, Minecraft, Mario Kart, whatever. Snacks nearby, of course.

"You got it! Go, go, yes! Yes, Wait–No! Da-aaang it, they got me! You can do it; you've got this!"

🌌While he's working he'll explain to you what he's doing. Regressed, you maaay not understand it all. Or maybe you're a really smart baby/kiddo! Regardless, you like listening to him talk about his latest creation, excitement and happiness in his voice <3

🌕He'll show you all of his inventions, both current and past, if you show interest. He loves talking about his creations, even if it's to his kiddo. If anything, that makes it all the better. He loves sharing this with his kiddo, bonding over it with you!

"Yes! And this is a portal. Orrr... It's supposed to be. I'm not finished with it, yet."

🌌He's always willing to get you whatever you wish for. You're spoiled rotten, given anything and everything! He loves buying you stuff, so please let him. When I say anything and everything, I mean anything and everything. French Fries? Already in your tummy. A new toy? Check your toy box! A kingdom under your name? Alllll yours. Every single dimension? Yours <3

🌕He's pretty affectionate, believe it or not. Always ruffling your hair, carrying you around, giving you bear hugs, calling you names like "Buddy" and "Kiddo", gifting you stuff, making you stuff, ect,. Of course, if any of those things make you uncomfortable, then he'll stop. Making you uncomfortable is the last thing he wants to do.

🌌He's very protective, in fact, you're one of the most protected people to exist if you ask me. No one dares to bully or tease you rudely, push you, or even do so much as glare at you in a way that's not jokingly or affectionately.

🌕Overall, he's a really good caregiver! You're lucky to have him as a CG if you do.

🌌🌕💤

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howlsofbloodhounds · 10 months ago

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Delta anon here and I have a funny idea:

What if Delta/Beta are incredibly good at retrieving information. Like WEIRDLY good at it. They've got blackmail on everyone they know, and even on people they don't know. They never use it unless necessary, but it's Suspicious. But, whenever someone asks anything about it, they just say "don't worry about it", which only adds to the suspicion.

Color and Epic are obviously a bit concerned, because how the hell are they getting this information about people? Those two seem to know much more than they're supposed to, so how the hell are they doing this?

They wonder this, until they finally catch Delta handing Beta a voice recorder and a camera and sending him off to go stalk people lmao. Beta very much likes this job, and especially likes it when he gets to present the new information back to Delta.

So, obviously, Color and Epic confront them about this. They're a bit surprised they were caught, but explain. And the best part? They just do it for fun. They have no alterior motive other than fucking with people and scaring them. This is literally all just for fun.

Color and Epic decide to let it go as long as 1. They promise not to use it against people, and 2. As long as they share their findings. Because of course they'd want to be included in on the gossip.

Thoughts?

Delta/Beta 🤝 Killer

Knowing things they really shouldn’t.

Ngl Del, the entire concept was hilarious to me. It’s probably all kinds of illegal to be doing stuff like that, but Delta is teaching the kiddo all the tricks. And it ain’t like Epic and Color’s morality leans on the side of “legal = good/illegal = bad” lmao. Especially if any of the information they find could potentially be useful or helpful, or even prevent something from happening.

Delta would probably hate the idea that he has anything in common with Killer—especially anything along the lines of “breaking the law and doing arguably unethical things for no reason other than fun/amusement/curiosity.”

Delta’s so willing to kill people but he probably thinks his reasons for doing so are more justified because he only kills the ones who won’t quit hurting people.

(Although another main difference here is that Killer definitely would use this information against people if he can find a use for it, regardless of if that person tried anything against him or not.

And Delta is more likely to feel guilty about it, or won’t do something like that without “enough reason to,” whereas Killer isn’t likely to feel any guilt or remorse about it at all; not while in Stage 2 at least. He’s just as likely to do it because he gains something for it, or just because he wanted to.

At the most Killer might regret that he potentially upset or disappointed or hurt Color, at the most. And that may be his only incentive for not doing it again.)

The Epic Sanses morals compared to people like Killer and Cross can actually be very interesting, because the Epic Sanses are undeniably heros, protectors, saving people. But also Color hangs around murderers and people so willing to murder, and Delta is always itching for a fight and has no qualms about killing if he feels that’s the only way to keep people safe.

Would be interesting to talk about that actually..

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year ago

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Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

bentley is so clueless about like everything and it kind of makes me happy and sad 🫠 fun fact this boy has never seen two people kiss on the lips apart from movies, he has absolutely no idea what a healthy romantic relationship looks like lmao

part three

❝ MAFIA FAMILY (PT 2) ❞

SUNDAY — JULY 15 — 1:48PM

BENTLEY HAD BEEN STARING AT TWO PIECES OF A TORN NAPKIN FOR WAY TOO LONG.

Call me! One said, followed by a phone number and the name: Vera.

Text me, said the other, with a number and the name: Layla <3.

Bentley tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Why do you think she put a heart on it?”

Asten, Jason, Dick, Tim, Steph, Duke, Damian, and Cass hardly batted an eye away from their intense game of Mario Kart. (Bentley was terrible at Mario Kart. Hence why he was staring at a napkin instead. Plus, only eight players could go at once. He didn’t mind.)

It was the day after the gala, which was commonly considered a lazy dayaround the Manor. Bentley enjoyed it very much, just hanging out with his family. Everyone was rocking sweats, and they had all slept through breakfast in favor of gorging on terribly unhealthy snacks, which was fun. (And probably giving Alfred a bunch of grey hairs.)

Jason, Damian, Duke, and Cass were sitting on the long sofa, while Steph, Tim, Dick, Bentley, and Asten took up spots on the floor around the coffee table. They also had a string of movies lined up to watch later, one of them being Bentley’s favorite, the Outsiders. (Dick always pulled it out after Bentley had an attack or a rough day, he realized, which was nice.)

“She’s a teenage girl. She probably thinks it’s cute,” Jason shrugged, leaning forward and focusing hard, his fingers moving impossibly fast on the controller. His white streak was hanging down toward his eyes and he kept blowing it away. “Girls love all that stuff.”

“Or she thinks you’re cute,” Asten added. Bentley scrunched his face up, glaring across the coffee table at him. He was too busy winning the race to see it.

Bentley looked over at Steph. “Steph? You’re a girl.”

She snorted, pushing one of her French brains behind her shoulders. “I mean, I used to sign my name with a heart, so I guess that’s a possibility.”

Oh. So it was normal?

“But also, when I dated Tim, I-“

A throw pillow nailed Steph right in the face before she could continue, so hard she fell over in the floor.

“Ow!”

“We are not going there,”

“They probably just want to be friends with you. You should text them,” Dick suggested. He was focusing so hard on the game that his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. “If you want to.” He added quickly.

“You should totally text them,” Asten piped up.

Bentley looked back down at the numbers. “What am I supposed to say?”

“Something like, hey, it’s Bentley, I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other night,” Duke said, actually taking a second to flick his eyes over to Bentley momentarily. “So they know you’re not just doing it to check a box.”

Jason scoffed. “Or you can just say hey instead of being a suck-up.”

“Maybe hey, it’s Bentley. So they have a little context,” Dick suggested.

Bentley sighed heavily. Why was this so confusing and difficult?

“Context is for losers,” Jason replied.

“Is that why I never know what you’re texting about?” Tim rebuddled, and Jason retaliated by shooting something at him on the game.

Dick looked over at Bentley, flashing a soft smile, blue eyes shining. “Just say what you want to say, kiddo. There’s no right or wrong way to do it.”

“Except cussing them out,” Steph added. Damian rolled his eyes at her, or maybe at the whole situation in general.

“If it were me, I would not text them at all. They were being rambunctious and interruptive during an important gala,” Damian muttered. His eyes were trained on the screen in a freakishly unmoving way. He was in second place.

“Some people like having friends,” Tim replied.

Damian scoffed, and Tim’s vehicle got shot at again.

“Whoa, no one told me we were playing Mario Kart,”

A chorus of grumbles and unhappy mutterings came with the appearance of Bruce’s voice.

Bentley glanced up, smiling lightly at him when he walked into the den in a t-shirt and pajama pants, something very out of the norm for Bruce Wayne. He caught Bentley’s eyes and smiled back, gray irises gleaming just like Dick’s did. (Bentley never would’ve thought Dick was adopted if he hadn’t been told, really.)

“That’s because you’re the worst Mario Kart player in history,” Jason mumbled, taking Damian’s second place spot, which caused a barrage of weapon firing to come his way.

Bruce looked appalled as he sauntered over toward the coffee table and couch. “I am not,” He muttered, ruffling Bentley’s hair on the way by. “Hey, chum. How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” Bentley shrugged, glancing down at the napkin pieces. “Trying to decide whether to text those girls or not.”

“From the gala? What were their names?”

Bentley tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Vera and Layla.”

Bruce hummed in acknowledgment, shoving himself between Dick and Jason on the couch. “I think that would be nice.”

Bentley said nothing, but instead, pulled his phone out of his pocket and set it on the coffee table, screen up.

He guessed hey, it’s Bentley sounded best.

“Should I text them in a group?”

He got varying answers of yes, no, and whatever makes you comfortable. Which wasn’t very helpful in the slightest.

So, he settled on it. He opened his messages, added both Vera and Layla’s numbers to a group, and texted: hey, it’s Bentley.

And for some reason, he suddenly wanted to chuck his phone across the room and into a pit of lava, so instead of destroying a perfectly good device, he turned it off and tossed it on one of the chairs sitting behind him.

“He threw the phone. That means he did it!” Steph half-squeaked in excitement, even though Bentley knew she hadn’t even been looking at him. He swore everyone in the family had more than two eyes.

Not much was said besides a muted woohoo from Asten, which, honestly, could’ve been directed toward the game. Bentley was glad for it. Actually texting these girls was awkward enough as it was.

Not thirty seconds later, Bentley’s phone started ringing.

He felt eyes on him as he moved from the coffee table to grab it, peering down at the caller ID.

Vera.

With a breath in, he grabbed his phone and made his way out of the den.

“Don’t have too much fun, B,” Asten called behind him, and he shook his head, not looking back. He knew everyone was staring.

Why did they make Bentley talking to girls such a big deal? Other than the fact that it was his literal first time taking to girls his age, there was nothing special about it.

When he made it to the top of the stairs, he pressed the green button and put it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey! Great timing on your text, our plane just landed,” Vera said, her voice much more cheerful than it had been at the gala. “JFK is a disaster, though. I hate airports.”

“Hey, Bentley!” Came a second voice he recognized as Layla’s.

“Hey,” He replied, walking into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He walked around for a moment, tapping his fingers on his pants awkwardly. “Where… did you fly to?”

“Us? We live in New York City,” Vera replied.

Bentley furrowed his brow. “Isn’t that, like, right next to New Jersey, though? Why’d you fly?”

“If you had the choice of car or plane, wouldn’t you pick plane?”

Bentley shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Exactly,”

Bentley said nothing, but sat down on his bed with a little poof noise.

“How are you today? Better than yesterday?”

“Layla, that’s rude,”

“How is that rude?!”

Bentley snickered lightly. “I’m better than yesterday.”

“That’s good,” Layla replied. “That was scary.”

“Layla!”

“What?!”

“What she means is she’s glad you’re feeling better. And, in my opinion, your powers were awesome,” Vera replied. “I mean, I guess you weren’t having an awesome time, but… they were still cool. Do you control liquid?”

Bentley shrugged. “I guess. At first I thought it was just water, but I‘ve done champagne, and tea, and b-… uh, and… uh, stuff like that.”

“Were you about to say blood? You were totally about to say blood!” Vera exclaimed. “Bentley that’s epic!”

“Not really,” He sighed. “Especially when I lose it like I did last night.”

Or, y’know, when he almost murdered the Secret Keeper by bending her blood.

Crap. Vera.

Bentley tapped his fingers on his pants again. “Can you read minds over the phone?”

He heard them both laugh. “Don’t worry, cowboy, you’re safe unless I’m next to you.”

“Oh,” Bentley breathed. “Good.”

“So; big question,” Vera started. “For you, Wayne.”

He picked at his bedsheets. “Okay?”

“Are the Wayne’s a mafia family? I promise I won’t tell anybody,”

Bentley snickered, bringing his legs up and sitting criss-cross. “What? No.”

Vera grumbled. “Darn it. I thought I finally figured out why you’re all so strange.”

“Strange?” He questioned. “What do you mean strange?”

“Y’know. You stay home a lot, and do business stuff. To be such a high profile family, you’re not in public a ton. Which is weird,”

“And you were calling me rude for asking how he was?” He heard Layla mutter.

Bentley shrugged even though they couldn’t see him. “Well, lots of us are homeschooled or in college. We’re basically either at home or gone.”

Vera hummed. “Homeschooled huh? How boring is that?”

“Vera!”

“Don’t scold me, blondie,”

“I guess it can get a little boring, but it’s not so bad. I like being home with my dad,” Bentley explained, scooting so he was against his headboard. “Sometimes I miss Gotham Academy, though.”

“Really? Why?” Layla asked.

Bentley shrugged. He did miss it, sometimes. It seemed like there was something new at Gotham Academy every day (even without the psycho teacher incident), and at the Manor it was just… the same. Every day.

“I don’t know. We go out and do stuff, but sometimes it just feels like I’m living the same day over and over again,” He explained. “Real school wasn’t like that. Plus, having a teacher talk to you is much more entertaining than just reading from a computer.”

“Sounds dreadful,”

Layla snorted. “You really need to re-think this whole what’s nice and what’s rude thing, V.”

“How old are you?”

Bentley furrowed his brow. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Vera spat.

“I’m turning fourteen in October. I’ll be in ninth grade this fall. Why?”

“Bentley, you should come to our school!” Layla exclaimed loudly, so loud it sounded kind of muffled on the phone, like she was really close to the microphone.

Bentley blinked a few times. “Uh… you live in New York City.”

“Yeah, but our school’s awesome. Our friend Summer’s aunt is the headmistress!” Layla explained.

Vera snickered. “Yeah, it’s a year-round boarding school for metahumans. I’ll send you the link to our website.”

Boarding school. Didn’t that mean the students lived there? Bentley wasn’t so sure about that part, but being in a school where he didn’t have to worry about being a metahuman sounded pretty cool. And, Y’know. Not staring at a computer in the Manor for the rest of his life.

“Okay,” Bentley replied. “I’m not sure about the whole living in New York part, though.”

“I mean, I guess you could drive back and forth every day, but that’d be a lot of car time,”

“Yeah… it sounds cool, though,” He stated, picking at the blankets.

Vera sighed. “Anyways, that mafia question was all I had for ya. We’re about to hop in a taxi. Make sure to look at the website, yeah?”

“Okay,” Bentley replied. “Bye.”

“See ya,”

“Bye, Bentley!”

The call was ended, and before Bentley could even put his phone down, he got a text. A website link.

Redwood Academy for the Gifted.

He hummed lightly, tapping on the link.

Going to a real school again, especially for high school, actually didn’t sound half bad.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld ❤️

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i-write-boop-spoops · 2 years ago

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Please do halloween headcanons about Leon and Steven ^^

i am well aware that it is 1. past halloween and 2. ages since i last posted but i have been sick (i wasn’t even able to celebrate halloween ☹) and i am a spoopy bitch 365 days a year. plus it’s my blog goshdarnit!

anyways here’s some fun hcs! thanks anon!

Leon

Him and Sonia sed to bring Hop trick-or-treating around Postwick and Wedgehurst when they were younger

Nowadays Halloween is either a cosy affair at home or a party at a friend’s

Pro couple’s costumes HOWEVER you’ll have to organize it because he’s so busy

Partial to a slutty costume on you obvs, but also himself (AKA tits out!)

But not too slutty because he still has a family friendly image to uphold

Not that he’s really posting pictures from a party to his heavily curated social media

If you’re just staying at home, he probably won’t dress up (but will if you ask)

You’ll probably just snuggle up and eat sweets and watch spooky (but not really scary) movies

There aren’t really any children in his building so he doesn’t get many knocks from adorable kiddos on his door

BUT when you move somewhere more cosy and family-friendly

You KNOW it’s a full size chocolate bar house

Leon has a great time handing out sweets to the kids and complimenting their little costumes

Some of them dress up as him and his heart melts

Speaking of children

If you guys have kids you can bet your ass you’re doing a family costume!

Baby’s first Halloween is him in a Charizard onesie, you in a Charmeleon one and baby in a Charmander one

He will continue doing family costumes, even when you have moody teenagers who are "too cool" to dress up

Steven

Halloween wasn’t too much of a thing in his house growing up

But as an adult, he enjoys it a fair bit

He’s not really into the spooky/scary side of it, just likes the fun and cosy vibes (and all the chocolate)

Wallace probably throws an extravagant Halloween party every year, and you and Steven are definitely invited (dressing up is a MUST)

Steven’s Halloween costumes are quite elegant

And yes, he is very pro couple’s costumes too!

They typically involve Steven in a suit (old habits die hard lol)

You’ve been detectives, Indiana Jones style adventurers, a royal couple, space explorers, etc.

The scariest (and naturally, sexiest) costume was when you two went as classic, Victorian-era vampires

One year you went as your birthstones (aka just regular outfits in that colour, decorated with fake gems with matching makeup) and nobody had any idea what you were supposed to be and Steven was VERY aka mildly upset

Also a full size chocolate bar house

Mossdeep isn’t big, so you only get a couple trick-or-treaters every year

It’s good though, Steven is happy to chat with the little ones and the little ones are excited that the champion is chatting to them and giving them big ol’ sweeties

If you have kids, he will gladly bring them trick or treating

And take photos of the kiddos in their cute little outfits

HOWEVER he won’t dress up for it lol

One of your kids dressed up as geode four years in a row and Steven was never happier

#steven stone x reader #steven stone #champion leon #champion leon x reader

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dreams-and-honor · 8 months ago

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Cumbia

ship: RHP Adri x Shanks, RHP Adri & Luffy, RHP Adri & Uta source: one piece word count: 1096 cw: shanks is always drunk

This fic idea started with me thinking about the 'grownups are dumb' scene because I'm feeling some type of way about Uta after listening to Ado's album.

And then it turned into a Shanks ship fic >:c Obvs this was back when Luffy and Uta were kids.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @dorothys-wife @kylilah @adoredbyalatus @the-sleeping-city

@goldenworldsabound @dear-gambler @mahitosoulmate @sunstar-of-the-north

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

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Adri had never been a drinker.

Not for any particular reason (he lied), definitely not because he was the biggest lightweight on the planet (also a lie).

Twenty years old and a member of the Red Hair Pirates for 2 years, he was well used to the constant revelry that came with being a part of Shanks’ crew. Revelry he was content to only MILDLY participate in.

That said, he liked to dance. He enjoyed it, and so did the crew. And so sometimes he would deign to exhibit his appropriately passionate cultural dances for their entertainment.

Alas, Shanks wasn’t the only one who took interest in those particular skills.

Another visit to Foosha Village.

And SEVERAL rounds of drinks.

As the crew openly debauched themselves, as was the usual routine, Adri stood near the back of the bar, shadowed by two small figures. Luffy on his left, Uta on his right.

He could sense the air of childish disdain from the two as they watched the crew drinking themselves stupid, though Adri would admit only to himself that it was oddly wholesome. But Luffy and Uta were too young to understand.

Looking from one to the other, Adri playfully wrinkled his nose. “Grownups are pretty dumb, huh?” he said, a small smile tilting his lips.

“They do this EVERY time,” Luffy grumbled, kicking at the floor.

Adri chuckled. “Yeah, well, Shanks is just kind of silly like that, isn’t he?”

There was a roar of laughter, unrelated to the spectating happening between the three, and Adri shook his head with an affectionate scoff.

Suddenly, his attention was requested in the form of Uta pulling at his jacket.

“Hey Adri, I wanna dance,” she asked, somewhere between a request and a demand.

“You wanna dance, huh?” Adri smiled playfully, arching an eyebrow and cocking one of his ears. “Can’t let your dad have all the fun, can you?”

Uta giggled and shook her head.

“Nu-uh. Dance with me! The way Shanks likes!”

Adri’s brain short-circuited for a moment. He knew exactly what she was requesting, a two-person dance meant for parties like this one. One’s he hadn’t… not done with the Captain before. He felt his cheeks heating up.

But more importantly, Uta had requested lessons on this particular dance before. And so he sighed and relented, shaking his head with a flustered smile.

“Alright. Luffy?” Adri turned to the young boy for confirmation.

Luffy was quiet, and Adri couldn’t help but sigh again and roll his eyes good-naturedly.

“Uta’s very good at dancing, Luffy. You’re not scared of her being better than you, are you?”

“No way!” Luffy whined predictably.

“Mhm, that’s what I though.” Adri nodded before putting his hands on his hips. “Alright now, get in the stance I taught you.”

There was a very clear learning curve to this dance, and the difference in ability between Uta and Luffy was… transparent.

“No Luffy, you’re supposed to let go when you-” Adri cut himself off with a sigh as the two kiddos stumbled over each other.

“Luffy, it’s not that hard!” Uta puffed out her cheeks.

Adorable.

“It’s not!” Luffy retaliated. “I’ve got it, you’re the one messing it up!”

Oh boy.

Bickering ensued and Adri put his hands on his hips once more, shaking his head and blowing his bangs out of his face.

“Alright, let’s take it from the-”

“And what’s going on over here?”

Adri felt the familiar feeling of his Captain’s arm slung over his shoulder, pulling him close to his side. His face erupted in a blush.

“I’m BUSY, Captain!” he whined, a description of his tone too embarrassingly accurate to refute.

“Dahaha! Busy huh? Luffy, you’re still hopeless,” Shanks teased, tipsy at the least, but not quite belligerent. “Let Pup and I show you how it’s done.”

“What!?” ‘Squeaked’ was another embarrassingly accurate word for such a response. “You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of the kids, don’t be mean, Captain!”

Shanks claimed that pout like a prize.

“No no, I’m being serious! Come on, Adri, if I can learn then maybe Luffy can catch on, too,” the Captain insisted, a wide grin on his face.

“I-”

“Yeah! Dance with Shanks, Adri!” Like a cute little bell, Uta's precious voice obliterated any sense of defiance in Adri’s body.

Adri’s gaze alternated between the three, the kids peering at him expectantly and Shanks leaning on him a bit in a clearly insistent manner.

“AUGH, fine,” Adri grumbled, looking at Shanks in a manner that was like a question of ‘can you even stand up straight?’

“Can you even stand up straight?”

Another one of those stupidly charming Shanks laughs.

“I’m tipsy, not trashed, Adri. I can manage fine,” Shanks reassured with an equally stupidly charming smile.

All Adri could do was sigh and hold out his hand.

“Fine.”

Shanks fell into step so quickly that it made Adri stumble.

“Aw, what’s this? You’re supposed to be the dancer and I’m supposed to be the stumbling drunk!” Shanks laughed, giving Adri a playful elbow nudge.

“Captain, you’re being mean!”

“Sorry, sorry! Let’s try that again.”

This time it was an equal effort, despite Shanks’ state of inebriation it was like watching a well-rehearsed performance.

Well-rehearsed wouldn’t be a bad description, actually, Adri mulled over how many times they had done this. How long it’d been since he taught his carefree Captain such a basic but noteworthy dance.

Some of the crew seemed to notice this little moment of Adri’s particular brand of revelry, and a whistle from Yassop ensured the rest did too.

“Don’t let Captain knock you down, Pup!”

“Oh stop!” Shanks laughed, sticking his tongue out a bit at the teasing.

But Adri barely heard them. All he could feel was Shanks, every cross and twist and spin. He had never danced with anyone that fit alongside him so well. Shanks was drunk and unsteady, but he didn’t falter, and the rhythm didn’t break. The sound of the crew was so far away, even Luffy and Uta’s presence had blipped off his radar.

His face felt hot.

He was smiling.

“Alright alright, I’m tagging out!” Shanks laughed, bursting the bubble of intimacy all of a sudden.

“I’m next after the Captain!”

“No, Gab, you’re not!” Adri’s senses came rushing back, leaving him a bit disoriented but still his same usual self, small dog syndrome and all.

“Then why don’t you dance FOR us, Adri?” Shanks clapped him on shoulder, and Adri’s face went so red he felt dizzy. “I think I need a drink first…!”

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #your burdens i will leave ashore #si: rhp adri

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libertyreads · 9 days ago

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Book Review #41 of 2025--

Hogfather by Terry Pratchett. Rating: 4 stars.

Read from June 17th to 18th.

Yes, it is finally time to start Christmas in July...in June. I've got too much on the Christmas in July TBR to actually read it in July so here we are. I decided to start with Hogfather to kind of get me in the Christmas mood. But since this is about Death taking Hogfather's place since he's struggling with kids no longer believing in him, it felt more Halloween than Christmas for me. But as always I enjoy the social commentary from Pratchett. The character work is always so good as well. I've now read three different Discworld books from three different series (or however you're supposed to say it) and I think I want to continue but have no clue where to really start. I've read Men at Arms, Going Postal, and Hogfather now. (Which I'm sure sounds like an absolutely bananas reading order.)

My favorite characters in this one were Death, Susan, Bilious, and Ponder Stibbons. Death is so understanding of the way the world ACTUALLY works versus what we as humans tell ourselves. The line about humanity learning to believe the little lies so they can believe in the big ones like justice? That smacks you right in the face. Susan is the babysitter we all wanted growing up. She's a take no bullshit kind of authority figure who also has that moment of nodding at the kids saying she gets it. Plus beating up the bogeyman with a poker will always win over the kiddos. Bilious was such a sad pathetic little god. And as someone with chronic migraines I felt for the little guy. Ponder Stibbons was that tech guy who has to dumb everything down for his boss so he can keep working. His Thinking Machine stinks of AI and was such a hard look at our current reality (despite being written in 1996.)

Part of the thing that made the reading experience less fun for me was the formatting of the ebook from my library. No, this doesn't effect my writing, but it had an impact on my reading. It was listed as 263 pages long on ebook but the physical book is 448 pages long which means each ebook page is multiple page turns on the ol' kindle. Plus trying to see if I'm hitting my page goals was more difficult. I truly disliked Mr. Teatime. Which I know is the point, but I wish that Pratchett had done more with his character. Why was he so horrible? And is he actually gone now? I do understand that if Mr. Teatime is in other Discworld novels and I haven't read them then it's on me for not understanding this character better. But I felt like the writing around this character was a little too loose.

Overall, I had a good time with this one. I'm definitely in the mood for a more Christmassy read now.

#christmas in July #-er June #Hogfather #Terry Pratchett #discworld #books read in 2025 #2025 reading challenge #goodreads #goodreads challenge #booklr #bookblr #bookstagram #bookworm #reading #books and reading

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grim40 · 1 year ago

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{Next Gen}~ Monster?- Part 2

Pinkie packed the last of the cupcake order for the day, laying a sticker and writing the name of who was supposed to pick it up. Pinkie swiped her brow with her hoof, it had been a long morning and afternoon, happy that business was bustling.

She looked at the clock and took her apron off. Time to pick up the kids at school.

"Going for the kids so soon?" Mrs. Cake asked Pinkie, coming out of the kitchen with an order.

"Yup! It's early release day. Sorry to leave so soon, but I'll be back in no time I promise." Pinkie happily replied.

"No worries dear. Tempest can cover for you right?" Mrs. Cake said while Tempest carried some empty plates.

"Sure, it's been pretty easy today for me so I'll cover for you while you're back." Tempest smiled at Pinkie.

"Thank you! I'll see you guys later!" Mrs. Cake and Tempest waved at Pinkie hoping out the door and turning back to work.

Pinkie waited outside for her kids in the playground, and the bell signaling the end of school rang. Fillies, foals and other kids scrambled out the door of the building. She looked around and found it odd, Discord wasn't here to pick up Ben. Also looking out into the crowd, she didn't see him either. It was the end of the week, so all classes were supposed to be here.

"Mooom!" Snapping out of her la la land, she spotted her two balls of fluff coming her way.

"Haha hey kiddos! How was school today?" Pinkie giggled at her children, Sugary bouncing up and down around her and Bitter standing in front of her holding his back pack and lightly padding his hoofs in a cute pattern.

"It was awesome! Missus Cheerilee bought some treats for us and we colored some rainbows and the seasons!" Sugary went on and on while Bitter took out his drawing to show.

"Haha sounds like you guys had fun! Where is Benny though? Did he come to school yet?" Pinkie asked with worry in her voice.

Bitter shook his head and Sugary stopped bouncing and seemingly turned sad.

"No, we haven't seen him. You know since that feather brain mean griffon."

"Huh. That's odd, for a whole week?"

Bitter looked sad, his ears were down and he slumped down. Ben and Bitter had been friends for a while, even though Ben was a year older. So him not coming to school made Bitter feel lonely while at school. Sure there was his sister to hang out with and her friends, he didn't mind. But of course who would play Sun and Moon card games with him, or Star Swirl's memory game?

"You know what? Why don't we go look for him? I bet he would like for us to visit!"

Bitter's ears perked up and he nodded, Sugary as well with a beaming smile nodding her head too.

"Well let's get goin'! Duck formation, now! Haha!" Pinkie giggled, starting to walk towards Flutter Shy's cabin, her children trailing right behind her.

"Alright Benny, food is almost done-" A knock came at the door, stopping Flutter's speaking.

"Coming!" Flutter called out.

Opening the door, Flutter was surprised but happy.

"Pinkie! It's good to see you." Flutter said in her soothing voice.

"Hi Mrs. Shy!" Sugary popped out from behind Pinkie and Bitter poked his head out.

"Oh my. How are you sweet angels? Come in. Would you guys like some tea? I'm preparing a meal."

"Some apple juice would be fine, thank you! We came by to see you and Ben, the kids were a bit sad he has not been to school in a while."

Flutter brought their drinks and said in a whisper, looking a bit weary.

"Oh, yeah. Benny, my poor angel. He has not been feeling well going to school lately. Ever since what happened with that griffon pup and the other kids, he feels, out of place. So I started home schooling him."

"WHAT?!" Pinkie shouted, having a same reaction out of Sugary and Bitter stared silently.

"I asked Twilight on some tips for home schooling, and I started teaching him where Missus Cheerilee left off at. He seems to like it, though I still see him being a bit gloomy. I'm not a good teacher but I do try. He is in the living room if you guys would like to see him."

Bitter started trotting to the living room followed by Pinkie, Sugary and Flutter.

"Benny sweety, your friends came to see you."

Flutter sat down behind Ben, but he only hid under her mother's wings.

"Oh, Benny don't be like that. It's your friend Bitter and Sugary. Say hello."

Ben only hid his face further into her feathers. Bitter sat down before him.

"Benny what's wrong? We're your friends, remember?" Sugary exclaimed.

"Yes Benny. Don't need to hide." Pinkie chimed in.

For a moment, he stayed silent.

"I-I'm a m-monster..." Ben croaked out, his voice breaking and tears welling up in his eyes.

Sugary and Pinkie looked shocked, Flutter only looked at him sadly, her heart breaking again.

"What do you mean? No you're not!" Sugary hopped, her tiny but feisty attitude coming out.

"The only monster is that bird butt, you don't have to listen to her. Remember what Princess Twilight said? Everypony might look different on the outside." Sugary hopped around everyone, finally landing on top of her mother.

"But we all are the same, on the inside! You don't have to worry about anypony else says, we are still you're friends!"

"And we are here to prove it kiddo!" Pinkie joined in with her daughter.

"And we are never leaving you alone my little angel. No matter what." Flutter rubbed her wings on her cub's head.

Ben turned his head from his mother's feathers, looking at Bitter who was holding out a chocolate bar out to him. It was Dark Chocolate, his favorite. Bitter knew he liked it, so to make him feel better he carried one to school, but didn't have a chance to give it to him while he was absent.

Ben sniffled, and took the chocolate bar while giving Bitter a hug. Sugary jumped down and joined in on the group. Flutter and Pinkie looked at the children with soft smiles, Flutter wiping a tear from her eye.

"IIIII'M hoooome~ Gosh the lines for pear jam was awful today- Uh, did I miss something?" Discord walked out of the portal behind him only to stare at the scene before him.

Pinkie and Flutter looked at each other while the kids looked back and forth, and the all burst into giggles and laughs, leaving Discord confused with grocery bags in his paws.

Part 1 here~

https://www.tumblr.com/grim40/751038687766282241/ben-sighed-as-he-sat-down-in-his-seat-it-was?source=share

Part 2 of my Next Gen story ^^ still working on part 3, but will come out soon.

Thanks for reading <3

#mlp #mlp fim #mlp nextgen

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