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shhh-secret-time · 4 months

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Ooooo if requests are open. Can I maybe get something for Butters! Some fluuuuuuff please! 💖🙏 thank yoooou I hope I'm not a bother! 😭

Of course you can lovely! It's never a bother!

Warning: Tooth-Rotting fluff, Strong Language

Pairing: Butters x Fem!Reader

"And would you believe it fellas, she said yes! Boy, I sure am excited this weekend is gonna be the best!" Butters couldn't contain the excitement in his voice, the little drawl in his accent slipping out more than usual.

"Yeah Butters, this is the third time you've told us. I think I can believe it." Stan responded with a sigh as he put down the lukewarm burger back down on his tray.

"Oh yeah...hehe!"

Butters giggled as he pushed his fingers together, his knuckles rubbing against each other. Maybe he was being a little annoying, but he couldn't help how excited he was, the giddy feeling was getting stronger with each passing hour. He just had to wait a few more hours and school was over, and more importantly it was Friday so that meant the weekend was already here!

Absent-mindedly he picked up one of the soggy fries off his plate and took a bite out of it, he was in such a good mood he didn't care how horrible it tasted. With his cheek tucked into his hand, he let his eyes wonder over towards where you were sitting. Watching you giggle at a joke Red was telling, nothing else seemed to matter around him but your smile.

The rest of the boys cast side glances at each other, it was Craig who finally broke the silence. "He's gone. We lost him to whatever spell she has over him."

"Come on guys, we should be at least happy for him. I mean look...", Kyle spoke in a whisper as if the blond wasn't sitting right beside him. Before he continued his point his hand came up to Butters cheek, pinching the skin lightly. His green gloves smooshed his cheek in between his fingers, and when Butters didn't react, he continued "Nothing, not a single reaction. It's like we're not here."

"What did he say they were doing anyway?" Craig asked, looking between Butters and Kyle.

"Apple picking." Cartman responded, the look on his face was filled with dread like the very thought of the whole ordeal was exhausting.

"I think it's sweet..."

"You fucking would. It's stupid! I doubt she even knows it's a date, and you know what I don't blame her! Who the fuck goes on a date and picks fucking apples!" As if the whole situation wasn't enough for Cartman, the minute Kyle tried to make light of the situation it set something off in him.

"Why do you care!? I swear to God Cartman do not ruin this with one of your stupid ideas!"

"Fuck you Kahl! You're such a fucking know it all! You just have to be right about every god damn thing, don't you?!"

"For the love of god..."

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and Craig only went back to watching the two bicker and argue. Everything seemed to just seem to fall into place, a normal lunch on a very normal day. Butters couldn't care less what was going on or the fact that you and him were the topic of their conversation. His lovesick look was only broken when you finally looked towards the commotion, hearing Kyle and Cartman raise their voices at one another. When your eyes met with his he gave you a wide grin and a little wave, causing you to laugh and wave back at him. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he watched you stand up and whisper something to the girls.

Butters felt his heartbeat pick up with every step you took towards him, the tip of his ears turning red from it all. You closed the distance between the both of you, gliding across the lunchroom like some sort of angel.

"Hey Butters, are we still on for this weekend? What time did you want to meet up?" Your voice rang out past the screaming like chimes, it took Butters a second to register what you even asked.

"Uh, w-well I figured I'd pick ya up! I asked my dad if I could use the car and everything! W-we gotta be careful with it though! Dad said if we made a mess I'd get grounded again!" His mind was screaming at him as the words just kept pouring out of his mouth, but he couldn't stop babbling. Couldn't stop just spewing embarrassing shit about his fear of being grounded.

Expecting you to laugh at him or even call the whole thing off, he felt his heart soar when you smiled warmly at him. Was that a blush on your face too?! Were you just as nervous as he was? But any hope of being on the same level was shattered when you took his hand and gave it a little squeeze, and so was any attempt at keeping the red off his cheeks.

"That's very sweet of you! I'll be ready around four, is that okay? You still have my address, right?"

Sweet. You said he was sweet. You were looking at him like he was the only boy on the planet and calling him sweet. If he wasn't sitting, he was sure his knees would have buckled from that alone.

"Y-yeah! Yeah, I do! Four works swell." Swell. Fucking swell, that's all he could come up with was swell. His lips quivered at his own mind screaming at him, but you didn't seem to mind. You never did.

"Awesome. Thanks Butters, text me~" You cooed, finding the blond in front of you to be the most adorable thing. That was when you delivered the final blow, you did the thing that made Butters sure you were trying to kill him. You leaned down and kissed him on his head. Giving his hand one last squeeze, you let go and made your way back to the girls who were giggling and grabbing at your arm.

Silence fell over the table as the guys looked over at Butters with awe. Kyle's hand loosened off of Cartman's collar and Stan felt his arms slack no longer needing to hold the two back from each other.

"Let's fucking gooooo!" Kenny exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Butters unable to contain his own joy for his friend. Shaking the blond back and forth, his laugh being muffled by the black mask over his face.

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 1 year

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Polyamorous: Epilogue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: Pure fluff and Happiness

Epilogue

Steve kept his eyes closed as his husband trailed kisses along his jaw, his tongue down his neck, hickies down his chest. How he loved his husband and his touches. He hummed as he wrapped his lips around his nipples and hissed when he bit down.

"I knew you were awake," Bucky said as he kissed his nipple as an apology.

"I was just enjoying your kisses, your touches."

"Really," Bucky said as he continued to trail kisses down his chest moving further down, he settled himself between his legs he tugged out his waistband. " well, you're about to enjoy a whole lot-"

Both men were startled by a series of knocks on the door. Both men sighed Steve sat up against the headboard and placed a pillow in his lap because it rolled off of Steve and onto his elbow. He smiled, looking up at Steve, who was upset and covering up his tall friend.

"Daddy? Dad? Are you awake?" asked a little voice behind the door.

"Wide awake, sweetheart"

" I can't reach, I can't open the door. Help!"

They chuckled Bucky moved to get up, but the door was already opened. " Thank you," the little voice said as he came in carrying a glass of juice in each arm.

"Happy Father's Day," the little fella yelled at the top of his little Lunges. Ash followed him, carrying a tray of food.

"Happy Father's Day, Ian made you guys Breakfast"

"you did this for us, Buddy" Bucky picked him up, helping him to bed with them. Kissing his little blonde head as he came.

"Mommy helped with the Bacon and Ash with Pancakes," the young boy spoke matter-factly.

"Thank you, Ian"

Ian, Ian Roger -Barnes.

Shortly after moving into their home, the trouple approached Tsunade about trying to conceive again. Going through all the checks and tests, it was determined that the (Y/n) body was working but not ready. She was given medication to help even then, but she was told it would be a long time before they got any real results. It was stated she had many failures before her miracle.

Tsunade, the lovely woman she is, stepped up and helped get a child in other ways. Introducing them to several adoption agencies and helping them through the process. If anyone asked, she would be credited with bringing them to their adopted son Ian.

Ian's mother was a teenager who died giving birth to him. The young girl had no family, and the father was unknown, so Ian was quickly put into the system. Due to his many medical issues due to having a young teenage mother and being premature, very few were willing to take him in.

That was until the Roger- Barnes family came, and they were very willing. They welcomed him at Eight months. Here he was now at five years old. Healthy, Happy, and loved with a mother, a father, another father, an older sister, and another sister on the way.

"Why do we have so many stairs?" (Y/n) asks as she comes in carrying another food tray. Ash quickly jumped up, taking it from her and placing it with the other one on the bed.

"Happy Father's Day," She said as she rubbed her swollen belly.

Yes, after years of trying and many more trying, a miracle lay in her belly. A blessing. Of course, those losses would not be forgotten they'd always be remembered in their hearts, and they could be seen in the corner of her garden, each life planted as a different flower of life. Gently taken care of kindly as her children walked next to her.

Hopefully, Rebecca would not join her flower siblings.

"Come sit, you shouldn't be up," Steve said as he got out of bed, motioning her to take his place. She didn't complain or fight, just doing as she was told and climbing into bed. Breakfast in bed with her husbands and children.

Bucky, Ian, (Y/n), and Steve sit against the headboard, and Ash sits across from them. All eating for the trays of food. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, french toast, fruit( Strawberries, blueberries, bananas), Orange juice, milk, and Coffee. All are Decorated with beautiful Father's Day cards from each child and a dutiful wife.

"alright, as wonderful as this breakfast is, I have to go," Ash said as she wiped her hands, taking her last sips of coffee. " I have to go to work. Can't leave Peter alone in the lab too long he'll end up like Tony," Ash teased as she exited, giving her family a wave as she departed.

"Don't be late for dinner, I'll text you the address" (Y/n) called after her daughter.

"So we're going to dinner tonight," Bucky said as he held his son's bacon over his head, ignoring the little grabby hands that begged for it.

"How else are we to celebrate your time within fatherhood"

"I mean, I know Steve has a couple of ideas. He shared them with me this morning. Sausage."

"That's bacon, my bacon," Ian quickly protested, reclaiming his meat "Mine"

"For dessert, wouldn't want to be interrupted again now, would we" (Y/n) said she was talking to Steve, although he was doing his best to ignore her and Bucky, just drinking his coffee. But his red-tipped ears clearly told them he heard every word and understood every meaning.

Standing on the threshold, Bucky watched Ian use his water can to water the fruits and veggies as he walked along the paths, like a little gardener tending to his lands. Steve was in the garden as well, weeding and pruning as he watched his son run about and listen to his tales.

Apparently, oranges were gifts from fairies, and the nicer one was the sweeter their oranges. Ian deemed they had the sweetest in the world.

(Y/n) sat on the porch with a book in her lap and a cup of tea on the table she was leaning over the railing, rubbing her stomach as they listened to her son tell his tales (while secretly, not so secretly, stuffing fruit into his overalls. Adorable).

Bucky came up behind (Y/n) and kissed the back of her head. " you missed a spot," he called Steve threw a bunch of weeds toward him. Ian quickly came to his dad's defense, also splashing water.

"what did I do?!" (Y/n) laughed as she got wet.

"Sorry, Mommy"

Bucky just laughed. Which resulted in him getting the hose from Steve. Thus a water fight began in the backyard. The respective teams are Bucky and (y/n) vs. Steve and Ian. Although that quickly changed to everyone vs. Bucky when he kept using (Y/n) as a human shield.

Steve took a moment to step back and watch his husband, wife, and son run around the garden with the hose and can of water. It was beautiful just laughing and running amongst each other. And although one child was missing, she was not forgotten. If anything-

"AH AH AH"

Everything stopped as (Y/n) started screaming. For a moment, they thought she was hurt. Bucky took her in his arms, looking for wounds. Steve scooped up Ian in his arms, looking around for a threat.

"I FEEL IT" she screamed, laughing as she started to bounce up and down and crying? Now everyone was confused, and Ian was a bit scared. (Y/n) saw this and quickly apologized, and offered an explanation.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, kissing his cheeks as he started crying with her "Feel," she said, bringing his little hand down to her stomach. It was then that her husbands realized what was happening.

Ian quickly pulled his hand away as he felt something flutter against his hand from within her mommy's belly. " What is that?!" he asked, scared.

"Your sister, she's kicking"

"Really?" Steve whispered, leaning forward he reached out slowly. She took his hand and Bucky's and put it on her stomach. At first, there was nothing, but then Steve gasped, feeling a flutter under his palm She moved Bucky's hand so he could feel a bit too.

"I feel her," Bucky said the overwhelming emotions of excitement, anxiety, happiness, and fear all had him dropping to his knees in front of her. " I feel her"

"I do, too," Steve said as he put Ian down, kneeling next to Bucky.

For all her children, this was the first one she felt inside. She never imagined it'd feel something like this the joy and fear combined were almost paralyzing. She cried as she cradled her stomach.

"Hey, I've brought lunch"

"your sister kicked"

Ash dropped the bags in her hands and rushed to her mother's side. (Y/n) took her hand and placed it on her stomach between her father's. And for a moment, the family stood in silence in the backyard, touching each other and waiting.

"There," (Y/n) said as she moved Ash's hand to feel.

"That's so weird," she said, but her smile spoke volumes. Still, (Y/n) agreed. "okay, I've had my fill," she took her hand away " Come, Ian, I've brought lunch," and with that, she took her baby brother and left.

Ash's quick departure wasn't something new or to be taken as an offense. She simply did not enjoy touching or being touched all the time. Some parts of herself were not easily changed as others. (Y/n) was happy with the few minutes she was given.

Steve kissed her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her lower half. "My beautiful wife and the mother of all of the children," he whispered.

Standing up, Bucky pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. " I love you til this day until me last"

"Actually, it's I love you til the end of the line. You need to stop watching Game of Thrones," Steve chuckled as he stood up " This is not Kings Landing." They began to walk to the house where their other children waited for them.

"You know nothing (Y/n) Roger-Barnes"

"Oh," (Y/n) stopped as she felt the first few droplets of rain touch her skin. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and smiled.

"Nope," Bucky snatched her and carried her into the house.

"What?!"

"I know that face, young lady," Steve said as he showed his fingers of disappointment " No singing in the rain, no dancing in the rain, no skipping, tipping, tapping, all of the above. No rain for you. I'm not having you get sick."

"What if we wear raincoats and boots?" Ian asked as he came around the corner into the kitchen, already putting on his coat.

"No, I'm not having either of you get sick," Steve said, taking his jacket.

Bucky put (Y/n) on the counter, the sick bastard knew she wouldn't be able to get down. Steve must have thought that it was a good idea because he put Ian on the counter too. Ash laughed as the two pouted, stuck on the counter.

"It's Father's Day, and we get what we want, and we don't want you running about in the rain."

"Can we at least watch the rain from the library?" Ian asked, the library had a nice window nook to curl up and watch the rain from.

"Sure, Steve and I grab a lunch," Bucky said as he helped Ian off the counter, and then (Y/n) and they both scurried off to the library.

"I see you inching towards the door," Steve said, addressing Ash, who was indeed inching out of the kitchen.

"Unlike you guys, I didn't get a day off of work. I have to get back."

Crossing the kitchen, Steve pulled Ash into a nearly bone-crushing hug. Ash let out a breathless laugh at her father's antics. "I love you," Steve said, kissing her forehead " You know that, right? That I love you"

"Of course"

"I feel like I don't tell you enough"

Ash chuckled " Trust me, you tell me enough, and when you are not telling me, you're making sure to squeeze my bones with it. Trust me, I know. And My sister will know too. She probably already knows, but she'll finally get to feel it when she gets here."

Bucky smiled as he watched the two embrace. To think some years ago the two were tiptoeing around each other. And now they were father and daughter and it was quite beautiful.

"Enough of this, I really have to get back to work"

"Alright, We'll see you tonight at dinner."

Dinner was at a fancy restaurant rented out for a private party by Tony, of course. All the Avengers and their families were present.

Steve, (y/n), and Bucky bringing Ian and Ash. Tony and Pepper bring Morgan and Peter ( May was invited but declined because she had a date. Coincidentally, so did Happy). Clint came with Lauren and their children Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Wanda and Vision came with their twins, Billy and Tommy. Thor bringing his daughter Love. And Sam, Bruce, Rhodey, and Natasha all came in the clutch holding up their aunts and uncles/Godparents' titles very proudly.

It was a very full family dinner party.

"Alright," Standing up, raising his glass, " Today, we are all gathered here to celebrate fatherhood. I, for one, never thought I'd be worth enough to be someone's father, yet here I came with two beautiful children" everyone noted Peter blush " who I love very much. I have had many positions and titles in my life, and I can say, and I know many will agree with me, that my favorite title has been and will always be dad. To all the mothers sitting at this table, and not, thank you for our children. And to all the children sitting amongst us, know that no matter how we got there or how it ends, we will always love you no matter what. 3000."

Everyone raised their glasses " 3000"

"I'm surprised it didn't make a dig at our age," Bucky whispered to Sam as they began to eat.

"Pepper told me not to" Tony teased

"there are children present please be nice"

"Of course, dear," Pepper pinched him.

Conversations flowed as dinner came. It was like a reunion of sorts. It had been quite some time since they all had been in the same place together, like this hell, even the same planet. Thor and Bruce had kindly put their galaxy travels on hold for this dinner. And then, with Tony, (Y/n), Clint, and Steve being semi-retired, not many original Avengers were running around they were more focused on family now. Can't really blame them though most of them didn't believe they'd live long enough to have a family, they were dedicated.

Despite all their hardships life was treating them well.

"Daddy, I've got to pee," Ian announced. No hesitation, Bucky Jumped up, scooping Ian as he went. Rushing to the bathroom before any accidents could happen.

"So (Y/n), how are you feeling? Pepper told me that your mini-me was starting to kickbox." Tony always strange approach.

"Yeah, she gave me a few butterfly kicks this earlier today."

"She's moving," Sam gasped

"She just started moving today, just before lunch tiny little kicks, not much but still beautiful," Bruce said, matter factly he got a few surprised looks " What, I'm in the aunts and moms chat group. I know things you will never," the girls laughed at this because it was true.

"how do you become an aunt?"

"It just comes naturally," Bruce said smugly. Sam pouted, all in good fun.

(Y/n) smiled as Bucky and Ian returned to the table she gave him a quick kiss before he sat down she gave Steve a kiss as well. Looking around the table, they were surrounded by family and friends and just love and affection. She realized this right here, this was the life she had always wanted always dreamed of. Of course, it wasn't exactly as she dreamt of, more exciting with a few more details out of the world (literally). It was even better. And it was her life, and it was real.

From a Brooklyn girl pinning for two to a famous hero nurse, surrounded by her hero friends and family, married to her first two loves, famous heroes in their own rights, and mother of two beautiful children with one more on the way.

This was her life, and she loved it.

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raylex · 1 year

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my friend, i give you a free pass to gush about any of your f/os <3

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO ANSWER THIS ASK. *FOUR* SEPERATE TIMES. BUT TUMBLR KEEPS GLITCHING OUT ON ME. THANKS FOR NOTHING TUMBLR 🥴🥴🥴 i love this very functional website

BUT!!!! SNOWY!!!!!! HI!!!!!!!!!

thank you for the gush pass!!!!! my heart is full of LOVE right now so i will be gushing about my latest f/o... R.AYMAN!!!! PRAYING i don't slip up on filtering his name because if this shows up in the main tag i will actually cry

going under a readmore.... because i am shy...... AND BECAUSE THIS GOT WAY LONGER THAN I HAD INTENDED I AM SO SORRY

R.AYMAN. R.AYMAN R.AYMAN R.AYMAN.

R.ayman...

as i've mentioned previously on this blog, i've known about this fella's existence for more or less 10 years - i was introduced to the franchise when origins first came out - but never actually took the opportunity to get into any of the games. WELL recently 1 + 2 + 3 + origins went on sale for one euro each and that was when i thought OK. I CAN'T KEEP DRAGGING IT OUT. I HAVE TO SEE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT.

AND OFCOURSE I IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS GOOFBALL. i can't help it i see a character who is just So Sillay and i immediately fall for them. though some people may say that r.ayman doesn't HAVE much of a personality outside of being a #Sillyguy, if he's mostly just a generic hero character that you're supposed to draw your own interpretations for, then draw my own interpretations i WILL!

my idea of r.ayman's character is mostly based around r.ayman 3 and origins/legends (and their trailers) - he's a good guy, absolutely, don't get me wrong, but he's a bit cocky and snarky and doesn't really take himself too seriously. very College-Fratboy-core. boys will be boys. y'know the type. that's my ideal r.ayman :3c

BUT!!! i love all different kinds of ways people choose to interpret his character!!! no matter what his personality is, i love him all the same!!!! it's very fun to have a character that can be projected so much onto by so many different people :D some people like to make him much more of a nice and helpful guy, others like him a bit more snarky and rude LOL one thing they all have in common is that they are EXTREMELY LOVABLE!!!!!

JUST LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY. HOW IS HE *NOT* LOVABLE!!!!!

i've been streaming r.ayman 3 to my friends because they want to see my reactions to some things, and they think i'm literally insane because sometimes i will just stop moving and stand still for a good 20 seconds because i love his idle animations so much LOL IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS... RUNNING HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR... SCRATCHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD... CHECKING HIMSELF OUT LMAO there's this one specific animation he'll do if you've stood still for long enough, where he'll grab his torso and start bouncing it around like a basketball, my friend thinks it is absolutely disgusting meanwhile i'm just like LOOK AT HIM GO HE'S SO TALENTED!!!!! HE IS BALLIN!!!!!!! i love this sporty lad

another trait of his that i LOVE is how SLEEPY he is..... he's napping at the beginning of almost every game it is very cute...... i want to nap with him... lazy cuddles....... aw............ i've made this exact joke with me and wander before but i am recycling it: snork mimimimimi bf x honk shoo honk shoo bf

#PLEASE TUMBLR LET ME POST IT THIS TIME WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BE GAY.#asks #snowy-does-stuff #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Iii... forgot to answer you,,,, sorry it was 3 am back then so i fell aspeep. Anyway

I write like that so it's easier to read and switch between topics, i can go on long rambles too but it's just easier to talk about different things like that:]]]<-<-smug face of someone who is so so mentally ill and definitely not neurotypical

Second

*applauds* You Go Boy!!!!

Unfortunately i am also a pleople pleaser buuut i am completely spineless in that regard:(

About the forth...

Don't you hate when you try to respond to something and then realize a bunch of things involving your trauma? Yeah.

Literally my reaction. I dunno, in sum i just throught i have been showed aside and told am annoing a lot and realizing that much more damage was done to me while writing a reply to a neat tumblr fella is, um. Definitely a new experience that stunted me for an hour.

Thank you for the compliment, i think you're also а very nice and, obviously, a silly guy:]

Fifth..

Welp i should probably improve on my writing, but all the Issues SUCK and generally i cant right now, i have too much on my plate despite being sick at home- i have to go to work out tomorrow and then on monday i probably will be forced to go to class, regardless of how i am feeling

Rude people need to shut it, you're putting out vontent for free and they should skip looking at it or be grateful.

You shouldn't give in, tho:(. Ppl will just get used to be entitled all the time and demand more

!!! Couple things!!

1. Dont ever apologize for falling asleep! it happens to the best of us and it wasnt like a heavy or serious conversation was going on!! You get that rest, especially since you're a lil sick!!

2. I get what you're saying 😭😭 I got a nasty habit of getting off topic and derailed a lot so being able to separate my stuff into segments help a lot (even if sometimes I leave a topic half touched SOBS)

3. (Points) one day things will get better and you'll be able to stand up for yourself and put your comfort first!! It's hard at times, hell its still hard for me, but it takes time.. and sometimes you will falter and (for lack of a better word) regress.. but I believe in you! A set back will not condemn you!!

4. I understand that too :( did something happen, or did someone do something :(? I'm so so sorry you were exposed to something that had set off some discomfort.. remember that if something triggers your trauma or even just makes you uncomfortable, you have all the right to disengage !! Take care of yourself and your mental health!!

5. You're not annoying, and as I've already said you seem really nice n silly!!!!!

6. Take your time improving your skills, this goes for anything and everything not just writing! Pushing too hard can lead to a burnout and a loss of passion. and that truly sucks, and it can be hard to reignite that love again (source, its happened to me a handful of times)

6. Yeah people can be entitled with fandom creators; both in art and in writing, I think. A lot of people really need to learn to hush up, and if something isnt to their standards or matches their hc then they should just make their own stuff instead of being rude... alas entitlement exists

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mydearburkhart · 3 years

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The Amy-verse

(or "if I was in that '70s show" part 4) | previously on The Amy-verse

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from That '70s Show, which is created by Bonnie and Terry Turner and Mark Brazill. I own nothing, except for my original character, Amy Hamilton.

Warning: I'm not fluent in English and this is one of the ways I found to learn on my own. So if you find any mistakes, please let me know :)

1×02

*basement*

Hyde: Does it bother anybody else that these women live in Hooterville?

Eric: Technically, Petticoat Junction is down the track from Hooterville.

Hyde: Okay, does it bother anybody else that these women live down the track from Hooterville?

Donna: It bothers me that they bathe in the town water tank.

Kelso: With the dog.

Jackie: It isn't the drinking water, it is the water for the train.

Donna: It's still three naked women with a dog.

Fez: I want to be the Hooterville dog.

Jackie: Ames, you're awfully quiet. Are you okay?

Amy: Yeah, I was just trying to understand the context of this... scene, then I gave up and spaced out.

Kitty: Coming down... now, don't mind me. I'm just putting some clothes in. Eric, honey, I thought you could wear this on your birthday. It's nice, you look so handsome in it.

Eric: Why would I want to dress nice on my birthday?

Kelso: It's your birthday?

Amy: You don't know when his birthday is?

Kitty: Oh, you never know what's going to happen on your birthday!

Eric: Mom... mom, do not throw a party for me.

Kitty: Oh well, listen to Mr. Popularity. Like I have time to plan you a party. [laughs] Oh, uh... by the way, your sister Laurie is coming home from college for the weekend. No special reason, she just is. [goes upstairs]

Donna: Well, you're getting a party and best of all... it's a surprise!

Amy, to Eric: Your mom sucks at keeping secrets, but she's lovely. You should stop being an ungrateful idiot and appreciate the effort she's putting into this party.

[...]

*driveway*

Amy: So...

Donna: What?

Jackie: What are you gonna get Eric for his birthday?

Donna: I don't know, nothing seems right. I wanna give him something... special.

Amy and Jackie looked at each other, then gasped together: He kissed you!

Donna: Shh!

Amy: Donna, get in the car!

Jackie: Yes, get in the car so we can talk!

[...]

*in the car, Amy is on the back seat with her head between Jackie and Donna*

Jackie: Okay, what happened?

Amy: Tell us everything!

Donna: I'm not gonna talk to you two about this.

Amy and Jackie, at the same time: And who are you gonna talk to?

Amy and Jackie, to each other: Nice!

Donna, watching the boys play in the driveway: Okay! We get home from the Rundgren concert, and I'm sitting in the hood of the car, and I kissed him...

Jackie: French or American?

Amy: Even though everyone knows Brazilians are the best kissers...

Donna: I can't believe I'm talking to you two about this... [looks out of the window and sees them playing again] Okay! So, I lived next door to Eric my entire life and we talk about everything together, we love the same music, we love the Packers and then I kissed him and everything changed. And now I don't know if he's my boyfriend or if he's my best friend. If he's my boyfriend I lose my best friend, If I screw it up I lose my best friend and my boyfriend. Now, I have to give him his gift...

Jackie: Donna, Donna! I solved it. Get him... a scented candle.

Amy: Oh yeah, good idea.

Donna: A scented candle?

Jackie: It's practical and romantic.

Amy and Jackie: Oh, yeah.

[...]

*kitchen*

Amy: Hey, Mrs. Forman.

Kitty: Hello... young lady with an accent.

Amy: It's Amy.

Kitty, laughing: Amy... is there anything I could help you with?

Amy: Actually, I want to offer you my help.

Kitty: You want to help me?

*Amy nods*

Kitty: Oh, well. That's new.

Amy: I noticed that you're busy planning Eric's party and thought you could use some help.

Kitty, laughing: Oh honey, that's very kind of you. But wouldn't you rather spend time with the girls?

Amy: Uh... Jackie went to the mall with Donna to help her find a gift for Eric and I'm... kinda avoiding the mall.*

Kitty, understanding what she meant by that: In that case, I'd appreciate your help. Now, what do you know about American birthday parties?

Amy: Nothing really, but I know a lot about Brazilian birthday parties. See, there's a very popular candy on birthdays called brigadeiro. I can teach you the recipe.**

Kitty: Well, doesn't that sound fancy?

[...]

Kitty: Oh, Amy... this is delicious! [laughs]

Amy: I know!

Kitty: Thank you for helping me today, honey.

Amy: You're welcome, Mrs. Forman.

[...]

*basement*

Eric: Look, I know what you're all doing here.

Kelso: What are you talking about, man? We're just hanging out, like always. Except we're dressed nice, but that doesn't mean anything.

*Amy comes into the basement, wearing a red dress and a black jacket*

Amy: Let's party! [sighs] Why aren't you guys excited? I even wore my favorite dress!

Eric: Because I didn't want a party.

Amy: Oh, stop being such a pain in the ass. It's your birthday! Come on, cheer up a little. [she pulls him into a tight hug and gives him a kiss on the cheek] Happy birthday, Eric!

Amy, looking around: Why are you all staring at me? I'm Latina, I'm a hugger!

Kitty, from the stairs: Hi kids, I need your help with something. Amy, Jackie, Donna, Michael, Steven... young man with an accent, would you give me a hand? Not you Eric!

*everyone but Eric goes upstairs to help her*

Kitty: Everybody's ready? I'll call him.

*back in the basement*

Kitty: Eric, honey! Honey, could you come up here for a second? [goes upstairs again] Shut up, he's coming!

Everybody: Surprise.

[...]

Eric: Cassettes? Great, thanks, Hyde.

Hyde: You're welcome.

Amy: Open mine now.

Eric, opening the present: More cassettes? Wow, thanks, Amy.

Amy: Yeah, I didn't really know what I should give you. I was gonna give you a book, but I couldn't find an English version.*** So I thought, I'll give him some cassettes with Brazilian songs.

Kitty: Ooh, let's put them in the 8-track and play them.

[...]

Eric: Hey... it's a hot shave dispenser.

Kitty: Oh, he won't need that for a long time... a long, long time.

Midge: Of course he will, he's almost like a man.

Kitty: *kinda laughing, kinda crying*

Donna: I got you something...

Amy and Jackie: No!

Jackie: Donna, help me find my purse...

Amy: And I need help to find... my jacket?

Fez: But you are wearing it.

Amy: That's not the point, I'll lose it so Donna can help me find it.

Jackie: Donna, now!

[...]

*kitchen*

Donna: Jackie, you didn't even bring a purse... [sighs and points at Amy] And you have your jacket on.

Amy: Like I said, that's not the point!

Jackie: Duh! You can't give him your present in front of his guy friends.

Donna: I am one of his guy friends.

Amy: But you want to be his girlfriend!

Jackie: Look, Donna. I have put a lot of thought into this gift, please do not wreck this for me.

Donna, sarcastically: I'm sorry, I was being selfish.

Jackie, hugging her: It's okay...

Amy: Jackie, she was being sarcastic.

Jackie, gasping: How rude.

Amy, rolling her eyes: You know what? Go ahead, Donna. Give him a romantic gift in front of his friends, who are a bunch of assholes by the way, and his parents. He'll be embarrassed, you'll be embarrassed and it's more entertaining for us!

Donna: How come you're always right?

Amy: It's a talent of mine, you'll get used to it.

[...]

*the Pinciotti's kitchen*

Bob: Three fours, I need them.

Midge: Bob is very good at Yahtzee.

Kitty, gasping: The liquor cabinet!

Red: It's locked.

Kitty: What if there's an emergency?

Red: They'll call.

Kitty: What if they run out of chips?

Red: They'll starve.

Bob, standing up: I'm gonna fix myself a drink. Red?

Red: No... Kitty needs one.

Kitty: Well, I am just so worried– [motorcycle noise] Oh my lord, Laurie's leaving.

Red: Oh honey, she's in college. She doesn't wanna hang around with them.

Kitty: Well, maybe I should make a call, just in case–

Red, reaching for the phone before her: Kitty... what could happen?

Kitty: What could happen? [pause] Well, plenty could happen. Oh, plenty!

[...]

*fantasy sequence, Forman's living room*

Donna: Now that the adults are gone, we can be as bad as we want!

Jackie: Who wants to give Eric a venereal disease?!

Kelso: Hey, look... coasters!

Hyde: Forget coasters!

Eric: Please fellas, my mom put out coasters for a reason...

Hyde: I think I'm gonna put my drink directly on the furniture, that way it will leave a ring!

Eric: NOOO! Why oh why didn't I begged my mother to stay?

Amy: Oh shut up gringo, have some of my country's exotic food while we listen to samba!

Fez: Quiet you silly Americans, I'm on a long-distance call on your parent's phone.

Eric: But that's immoral.

Fez: Ha, in my country of... wherever it is I am from, I can never tell... morals get in the of a good, dirty time. But first, I need to eat some chips... What? Out of chips? Now I am mad, I must shoot something! [pulls out the gun]

Eric: Not the littlest hobo!

[...]

*Forman's kitchen*

Jackie: Wait on the porch, and I'll get Eric.

Donna: It's dark out there.

Jackie: And you're giving him a candle, yeah?!

Amy, shaking her head: Poor Donna, so young and naive.

Jackie: Here, matches.

Donna: He might not want to light it.

Jackie: Don't say that...

Amy: Don't even think it!

Jackie: Now, when he opens it, he'll say cool... or something. And then, you give him a look... like this. [demonstrates]

Amy: Oh no, honey. Don't do that, it won't shine on you. [to Jackie] Jackie, it's Donna, the same girl who wanted to give Eric his gift in front of everybody.

Donna: I'm right here.

Jackie, shaking her head along with Amy: She's right though, don't do that.

[...]

*living room*

Fez: So, what did you get from Donna?

Eric: Nothing yet.

Kelso: Oh... maybe it's the big gift. You know the really big gift. You guys... know what I'm saying when I say the big gift, right?

Hyde: Yeah, we got it... and we got it.

Fez: I'm not even from here and I got it.

*Amy and Jackie come into the living room*

Jackie: Oh Eric... Donna's on the porch.

Amy: She's waiting for you.

Kelso: He's getting the big gift!

[...]

*Amy, Jackie, Fez, Hyde, and Kelso are spying on Eric and Donna*

Jackie: This is it, he's going for it.

Kelso: Uh-huh, it's his birthday, she should kiss him first.

Jackie: She did the last time.

Fez, Hyde, and Kelso: What?

Amy: Shut up, Jackie.

Jackie: Nothing... shut up and watch.

Hyde: Come on Forman, go for it.

Eric, from outside: The door is open, we can hear you... We can see you!

*everyone hides*

Fez: Is he kissing her?

Hyde: None of us can see them, Fez.

Fez: Eric, are you kissing her?

Amy: Since you can hear me... Donna, I told you not to give him the look, it doesn't shine on you.

*Donna closes the sliding door*

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* I don't know if it's clear, but Amy's family is broke.

** Brigadeiro is a little ball made of chocolate, and it's just THAT good.

*** That's actually true, but the English version of the book I chose was only released in 1988.

#mydearburkhart #the amy-verse #that 70s show #70s show #that '70s show #t7s #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #eric forman #donna pinciotti #fez #michael kelso #kitty forman #red forman #bob pinciotti #midge pinciotti

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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if you're in the mood for requests i would absolutely LOVE something from the hidebehind au? (maybe including blindfold sex??)

Here you go! I decided to do this for monster march. We’ll figure this counts as prompt 18: claws.

All things considered, Duck is lucky. He’s employed which, given when the newspapers are calling the great depression raging across the country, is a blessing. His days are spent among the mighty trees of the Pacific Coast, he has a small cabin all to himself, and a cat to keep the mice away.

He just wishes he wasn’t working for a fucking logging company hundreds of miles away from anyone he’s ever known.

Winthrop Logging needed someone with an arborist or botanists training to make sure the woods stayed healthy before they were chopped down. So they pay Duck a fine sum to make sure diseases or pests don’t send their prospects toppling like dominos. As he traverses his usual route between the trees, he wonders if there will ever be a way to convince them to preserve some of the land rather than profit from it.

He stops, studying a pine. There it is again, the feeling that someone, or something, is behind him. Watching. Waiting.

It started three weeks ago, when he was deeper in the woods than usual, humming to himself and occasionally talking to the trees. The skin on his neck prickled, all his senses forcing him from his thoughts and into the present moment; something was there, tracking him as he moved. Not a bear, our a cougar, as the birds still called and the insects chorused. Whatever it was stood directly behind him, yet when he turned to look, there was nothing but the path.

For the first few days he tried to spot it, never got more than a flicker in the corner of his eye. He came home exhausted, the day spent on high alert as the primal part of his mind demanded he remain on guard for the moment his hunter decided to strike.

The moment hasn’t come, and Duck is growing used to the gaze crawling up his spine. He decided to ignore it, pretend it was just his imagination and some days that worked.

Today, there’s no getting around the fact that something is peering over his shoulder. Twice now he’s felt fingers millimeters from his neck. When he feels them again, he reaches his arm back, eyes firmly on his notes, and grabs hold of his stalker.

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Humans are not known for their speed. Indrid’s foresight showed this one as no exception, so when the man is fast enough to grab his leg, he chirps in surprise.

“Fuckin knew it, there is someone back there.” Warm fingers smooth across the short down of his leg.

Indrid appreciates being called a someone instead of a thing, but not the position of Duck’s hand.

“Please let go. That is my thigh you are grabbing. My upper thigh.”

The hand stays put, “Anyone ever tell you it’s mighty rude to stand right behind a fella when he’s tryin to work?”

“I cannot stand anywhere else, though the proximity is due to-”

“Uh huh, sure, just like you can’t help but play and hide and seek whenever I try to figure out what’s goin on. Lemme guess, you’re one of the other fellas from the loggin camp playin tricks on the new guy?”

“I am nothing of the kind.” Indrid contemplates moving the hand himself, but it feels so very nice.

“One of the locals then? I keep tellin you, I’m a country boy, I’m not gonna get scared by campfire tales or weird noises in the woods. Try that government fella instead.”

“What about the part of me you are touching suggests I am human?”

“Probably a left-over monkey suit or somethin’ from Halloween.”

“I am not a costume, I am a Hidebehind.”

The human pauses, then shakes his head, “No such thing.”

“You are literally touching one.” Indrid stamps his foot, frustrated by the turn this is taking and the fact that futures do not show the human believing him any time soon.

“Don’t believe I am.” The human turns his head. Indrid’s body whips sideways, keeping him from view. The human holds on, tries again from the opposite direction, only for Indrid to be wrenched back the way he came.

“Stop movin!”

“Stop trying to look at me!” He’s twisted to the side once more, wrenching the humans arm in the process.

“Ow!” The grip on him tightens, “quit this fuckin game right now. You don’t lemme see you, I’ll drag you right back to camp with me.”

“I can’t!” Indrid chirps, panicked, the noise continuing into a wail of alarm at what might happen if he’s surrounded with nowhere to hide.

His fear must register as genuine, as the human releases him with a sigh. After a moment he removes his hat, running his fingers through his hair but not turning around.

“You still there?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you even followin me in the first place?”

A peek at the futures says the truth will be most effective, though almost all timelines end with the human telling him to “get gone.”

“I find you intriguing. You do not chop or hack at my home, you study it. You speak to the trees when you think you are alone. You look soft to touch, especially the fur on your head. I like looking at you and being near you. That was why I stood so close.”

“...You been followin me because you’re sweet on me?” The drawl, as soothing as movement of water through plant limbs, seems confused.

“I do not find you sweet. I could only do that if I ate you. Which I do not want to do.

A chuckle, “Not quite what I meant. You been hangin around me because you think I’m swell and wanna get to know me. Guess I can’t fault you for that, I'm a decent fella to know if I do say so myself. You got a name?”

“Indrid.” This is an unexpected turn of the timelines.

“Nice to meet you, Indrid. I’m-”

“-Duck” Indrid says along with him, “apologies, I can see the future and am thus a bit ahead in conversations.”

“Huh. Well, I gotta head back to town. If you wanna talk again, I won’t mind. Just tell me you want to instead of lurkin, you hear?”

Indrid grins, “Yes. I hear you perfectly.”

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“Fuck” Duck picks himself up from the dirt where he fell, brushing pine needles from his coat. He’d been angling for a better look at a set of roots and tripped over a different set in the process.

“Are you alright?” A now familiar voice asks from behind a tree to his left.

“Depends. You see me make a fool of myself by fallin on my face?”

“Yes.”

“Then my body is fine but my dignity is real wounded.”

A laugh like spring breeze through new leaves, “I suspect it will recover. You do have quite a deal of leaves in your hair. May I help you with them?”

Duck nods. Slender fingers pluck at his hair.

“Ohhh, it is just as soft as I thought it would be.” Indrid murmurs, “does it feel nice?”

“Don’t feel like much--oh, uh, fuck, that does though. Feels damn good.” Duck groans as claws scritch his scalp. The first time he felt them on his shoulder when Indrid was talking, he tensed; The hidebehind isn’t small, and the claws suggest he could shred Duck to bits and scatter him across the woods. But after weeks of keeping him company, Duck knows the worst Indrid might do to him is steal too much of his lunch.

The hidebehind, endlessly fascinated by Duck’s job, will sit out of sight as he works. Duck asked him if he only watched Duck the entire time. It turns out the creature draws as well, and Duck now recognizes the sound of a pencil under the rustle of leaves and calls of wildlife. Indrid also spares Duck dangerous climbs into the trees, offering to look at marks or discoloration and describe them if they’re too high for the human to see.

Turns out he also gives a mean rubdown, his claws moving from Duck’s head to his neck, banishing the knot that’s been bothering him all morning.

“I like touching you.” Indrid chirps. Duck hasn’t forgotten their first meeting; if a man had come to him with such flattering shyness in his voice and an interest in Ducks body, he’d have been in Duck’s bed by the end of the night.

He’s not ready to take a hidebehind home, but he’s ready to tease one.

“Seems mighty unfair that you get to touch and I don’t.”

“You would have to close your eyes to so much as shake my hand. My form does not care how little of me you would see, it will pull me into hiding regardless.”

“Then I’ll close my eyes.” Duck does just that, tips his head back so Indrid can see it’s safe. One hand continues massaging his head, while a spindly arm reaches around his chest.

“Bring your arms up, towards you a bit more, yes, there we are.”

Duck runs his hands over the limb; it reminds him of Manzanita bark he saw in the Sierra Nevadas, smooth but unmistakably of the woods. Towards the elbow the texture changes to soft, short feathers, like the ones on Indrids leg.

The hidebehind tightens his hold, pulling Duck to his torso. More feathers prickle the back of his neck and the creature shudders.

“You alright back there?”

“I...it has been so very long since anyone or anything touched me. I foresaw my body being sensitive to it but the intensity is, is-” he lets go so suddenly Duck stumbles, “I am sorry, it was too much and yet I wanted, wanted more.”

Images of Indrid surrounding him, chirping and purring as Duck touches him all over, flood his mind. The embarrassment in his voice keeps the arborist from acting on them.

“You, uh, gonna show me that Saw-Whet Owl nest?”

“Of course, sweet human. Take the right fork of that deer trail just ahead, and we shall go from there.”

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“I have something for you. Close your eyes.”

Duck, still perching on the stump he was using as a lunch chair, does as instructed. Indrid sets a piece of paper in his right hand.

“You may now look.”

An illustration fills the entire page. It shows a being with stick-like arms and legs leading to a narrow body covered in short, leaf shaped feathers in mottled browns and greens. The face is angular, shaded to suggest it’s dusted with fuzz, and leads to several stick-shaped horns. The eyes are wide and black, the claws long, and there are short, triangular shapes behind its shoulders.

“Holy fuck, you’ve got wings?”

“Indeed. I do not use them much. I believe they help my kind migrate when our habitats dwindle.”

Duck traces the face on the paper, “How long did it take you to make this?”

“Two days, as the lakes I use to study my reflection tend to attract townspeople and loggers looking to take a break from their toil.”

“You did all this just ‘cause I said I wished I knew what you looked like.”

“Not solely. I...I wanted to show you it as well. So you might know the face of the one who, ah, whose days you brighten.”

Carefully, Duck folds the portrait and tucks it into the inside pocket of his coat, “Find I like my work even better with your company too, ‘Drid. Would you, uh, be okay if I tried to match what you showed me to what I can feel?”

An intrigued chirr floats through the air as Duck shuts his eyes and waves to the ground in front of him. A scuff and rustle of dirt and leaves, and then he feels Indrid in front of him. Cool hands guide his own onto the multicolored feathers.

“Shoulders?”

“Correct.” Indrid moves their joined hands upwards, stopping on velvet-dusted cheeks, “oh, oh goodness, I have always wanted to be held like this.”

“Yeah?” Duck’s heartbeat is in his fingertips, “what else have you always wanted?”

“To, to be touched, to be known, toMMMphohh” a rough tongue laps at his lips as he pulls Indrid into an awkward, bowed kiss.

“How’s that, darlin?” Duck kisses along what he thinks is Indrids’ jaw, “that the kind of knowin’ you in the mood for?”

“Yes, oh my sweet human you spoil me, oh” claws grab his shoulders, “I, do you really wish this, with me? This was in so few timelines I assumedAH” he squirms adorably as Duck gropes the feathers of his chest.

“You better believe it, sugar. It’s the weirdest goddamn thing I ever wanted and I want it, want you, more than I’ve wanted anything in a long fuckin time.” Curious and eager to fill every one of his senses with Indrid, he buries his face against his upper chest, finds skin beneath all the camouflage and bites down. The hidebehind keens, pulling Duck from his seat into his lap. Duck laughs, bites down once more and gets a nose full of fluff.

“AhCHOO!” His eyes pop open on reflex after he sneezes, sending the hidebehind out of view and Duck flat on the ground.

“Blasted physiology” Indrid chirrs, frustrated.

Duck sits up, Indrid’s cries of pleasure ringing in his ears and giving him all kinds of reckless ideas.

“Don’t worry, darlin. If my hidebehind wants to romancin’, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

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He takes to wearing a kerchief around his neck at work. The loggers and company pencil pushers assume it’s an affectation, not a tool for covering his eyes for some uninterrupted kisses while deep in the woods. Today, he’s not sure kisses will be enough.

Duck woke up hard, dream of Indrid looming above him in bed fading into the morning sun. His hidebehind has yet to show himself, so the humans mind has nothing but his fantasies to distract him on his trek through the woods.

He’s ahead on his tasks for the day. He’s five miles deep in the woods. And he’s got an idea.

After rinsing his hands with water from his canteen, he leans back against a tree and undoes his suspenders, followed by his fly. Closing his eyes, he slips his fingers into his underwear, teasing himself and sending soft moans into the air. It doesn’t take long before he’s wet enough to push two up into himself with ease.

“‘Drid” he gasps, letting his head loll back, “‘Drid, fuck, that feels so fuckin good.”

A single leaf crunches in front of him, and his kerchief slowly slides up his face to shield his eyes.

“It is about to feel much better, dear one.” Indrid kisses the top of his head, “Shall I take this shameless display as evidence that you wish for me to, ah, fuck you?”

“That it does. And I’ll have you know I got plenty of shaAAmeWHoah.” Duck flails as his pants fall down and his body flies up in one smooth motion. Indrids claws prick his thighs as he spreads them open, holding him against the trunk with ease.

“So very polite of my sweet one to prepare himself for me. It makes this all the easier.” A round, bumpy cock teases his folds, pressing in with a stretch that makes Duck twist in his lovers hold.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so fucking good but holy fuck, are you packin a fuckin pine tree down thereOH, ohfuckdarlin, that’s, that’s as far as it’s gonna go.”

“Half of it? My, who knew my human could take so much? Wait, it is not too much, correct?”

“N-nope, just the right amount” the bumps rub every inch inside him, one on the shaft catching his cock as Indrid thrusts and wiggles his hips.

“Wonderful” Indrid purrs, “I have dreamed of this all dayAHnnncareful” he chides after Duck bites the part of his arm he’s able to reach, “or I shall take you so roughly your back will wear imprints of bark for days.”

Duck whimpers excitedly, very aware of thick pre-cum dripping into him, “Yeah lets do that.”

He can hear the grin.

“If you insist.”

“FUCKohfuckohfuck” his hands scrabble at the tree and at Indrid’s arms, “that’s it darlin, that’s it, fuck, gonna give you the best goddamn rub-down after this, touch you until your body forgets what it’s like to be without my fuckin hands on it.” Leaves scatter in his hair and down the back of his shirt as Indrids fucking turns frantic.

“I, I shall hold you to that AHhnn, sweet one, you are so tight, so deliciously slick and inviting, I, I am not going to last long, you are too perfect, just touching you makes me burn like wildfire” His thrusts sharpen, never pushing too deep but making Duck feel like a log split beneath an axe of ecstasy, “Duck, sweetheart, yes, yesyesyes” Indrid spills into him, cum running out of Ducks body and back down his shaft.

For a minute, Duck is nothing more than a pinned specimen, spread eagle on the tree as Indrid shudders, purrs, and drags fuzzy kisses along his throat. Then his shirt rides up as he slips down the tree, but Indrid doesn’t put him down. Instead, a rough tongue glides up one thigh and then the other. The human gasps, gripping Indrid’s horns for balance as Indrid buries his face between his legs.

“Ohhhhhh, oh I do so love tasting how we mingle together.” Indrid’s breath is ragged and hot against his dick, “I am going to do this every day.”

“Please” Duck squeezes his horns, his orgasm painfully close, “please ‘Drid, wanna cum on your tongue, want you holdin me up while I, I-ohfuck.” His legs kick weakly as Indrid sucks him off, tongue lavishing his cock with so much friction he goes hoarse from moaning. The fact he cannot see makes it all the better, makes his world nothing more than Indrids mouth, his claws, his desire that wraps around Duck like vines.

He cums, arching his hips into the “thank yous” Indrid presses to his legs.

When his boots touch the ground, deft claws begin pulling his clothes into order, Indrid kissing and caressing him as he does.

“Y’know, I can get my own britches up.” Duck ruffles a nearby patch of feathers.

“I know, but I wish to take care of you. Hidebehinds are attentive to our mates, and while I cannot build you a nest, and I can least clean you up after you let me do something so wonderful with you.”

Duck wraps his arms around the cryptid, resting his cheek against him, “Would you wanna do this, uh, wonderful somethin again?”

“Of course.”

The human smiles, reaches his hand up to stroke Indrids cheek. This means he feels the hidebehind smile when Duck says, “Glad to hear it. But I’ll have you know, one of these days I’m gonna expect a nest.”

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #monster march #reader request #trans duck newton

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remushisahoshi · 5 years

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🖤💜Henry Is Better Than Your Fave and Here's Why🖤💜

I can make any argument on why Henry is better than your fave. I'm gonna make a few examples and I can add more to fight your fave.

1.) Hector

So people like Hector a lot because he is a big swole man who can protect you and he is freakishly handsome and confident about himself, right? Literally Henry is all that (minus the swole but he doesn't need to be swol bean to be best bean)

Henry can defend you with his insanely powerful magical abilities. He knows pretty much everything about curses and could kill anyone who even does so much as to look at you wrong. If you want a man to protect you, Henry is your guy.

And you want a handsome boi who is confident about himself? Henry is the most handsome jou of them all! He knows how good his magic is and pretty confident about his abilities as a dark mage and as a hexer. He never doubts his magic and never doubts his ability to kill. Yet Again, Henry is your guy.

You know what Henry has that Hector doesn't? Forced and restrained marraige. You cant marry Hector in his game, but you can marry Henry. Sure, none of the possible S rank pairs Hector has are canon, but none of them are you.

Henry is better than your fave.

2.) Marth

So Marth is a fan favorite because he is the OG protagonist, right? He is also charming, strong, modest, regal, and a pretty boy. Guess what? Henry is Charming, Strong, and a Pretty Boy too. He may not be regal nor royal, but he never is too overbearing about his abilities and accomplishments.

Henry is heckin charming. Like, he would be more than happy to takw a crow feather and weave it in your hair, compliment your smile and eyes, compliment your valor on the battlefield, comment how gorgeous you look when you jave the blood of your wnemies splattered all over you, exetera. He is more than happy to compliment you, help you out with literally any task, and make you feel special. If you want a charming fella, Henry is your guy.

Henry is like sooooo pretty. Like his white hair and pale skin is such a nice contrast to his deep purple and peweter gray garments lined with gold designs. He doesnt use unbearable colors (using a base of maybe three or four colors) and he is a skinny yet tol boi. He's just really pretty a f his smile is pretty and when he opens his eyes they are pretty. Henry is a really pretty boi.

You know what Marth has? A canon wife. He and Caeda are canon and in love. Marth already had the love of his life. You know what Marth doesnt have? Free time for you. He is busy running a kingdom and fighting there is no time for romance and he would be stressed. Henry doesnt deal with either of those.

Henry is better than your fave.

3.) Niles

Niles is a flirtatious bisexual tan man who is ruggedly handsome and very feline-like. He is also a bad boy~ He works as a retainer to Leo and has a tragic past. Guess what? Henry is handsome, kinda cat-like if yoh stretch it, a bad boy, and has an even more tragic past than Niles. His sexuality is also uncertain but that doesn't exactly matter...

So the tragic backstory part! Yeah, Henry' parents neglected him alot so he used to spend time in the woods where a white wolf basically became hos surrogate (right word?) Mother, but a hunter shot her before his eyes so he had a magical awakening and unleashed unheard of black magic that was more powerful than anyone had ever seen, so the parents sent him away. Depending on the localization, it was either to an Orphanage or Wizard School where nobody liked him and he had no friends because he was too weird. That's where he started making friends with the crows that always hung around the school and diving into the dark arts on his own. He learned to smile to make everyone believe he was fine and stay away because he knew they wanted to. So if you're into boys with a tragic backstory, Henry is your man.

You want a bad boy? I can give you a bad boy, and his name is Henry. Dark Mage? Evil magic and always tampering with the dead and laughing in the face of danger? He is a MEGA bad boy! But yoy are probably thinking the rebellious and sexy kind of bad boy. Henry's american localization could easily go yandere so he could be a bad boy if you really wanted him to be. He also countless times in supports he offers to kill Chrom: Leader of the Shepards. That's pretty bad and rebellious to me just saying. Henry could be a bad boy.

You know what Henry has that Niles doesn't have? Magic. Niles can't cast awesome spells, summon risen, or turn people into toads. He can't kill a person without having a single scratch on their body. You know what else Niles doesn't have? The ability to be a good Dad. Nina hates her father, but in every single ending of Awakening if Henry is married it says he was a surprisingly good father. No daddy issues whatsoever.

Henry is better than your fave.

4.) Claude

So I actually haven't played three houses yet so I am going off heroes and the spoilers I read but trust me Henry is better than Claude.

Claude is a very tricky boy. He likes to set traps and do a sneak and he is heckin bisexual. He is an EXTREMELY pretty boy and, let's face it, a better Niles and he's on horseback! But wanna know a secret? Henry is a tricky boy too. He is very pretty, like said before, and I am having a sudden blank on the mind because it's eleven at night but HERE WE GO!

Henry is a tricky little bastard, just like Claude. Henry literay did go behind everyone's back and learn how to summon risen after all. He also has all his crow friends he can have fetch stuff and steal stuff for him. He is also a playful little bastard if you couldn't tell from his, for a lack of better words, immature personality. He scares Ricken for fun and traded bodies with Sumia just for fun and went on a joyride in her body in his supports with them respectively. He is a fun, tricky little shit and I love him.

Guess what Henry has that Claude doesn't have? Burdens of being a royal and insecurities about it. Insecurities aren't cute. They are little hatreds people have to face and overcome to have a good self image. If people think that's cute then they are messed up. Claude needs to go on that journey with himself while Henry went on that journey and overcame it now. Henry doesn't have repression issues. It's okay to want to help out with someone's issues, but it ain't okay to fetishize it like I know a lot of people do with characters like Claude. Just a PSA. But that doesn't make Henry a better character, just a more internally developed one. And because od his self-development....

Henry is better than your fave.

I know that last one was sloppy but it still stands. Who wants to fight next? I am ready.

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Funhouse (Vocal Unit)

Happy Sunday my loves!!! Thrillers aren’t my forte but I hope this is good enough!!! See y’all tomorrow!!! It’s almost 2K words so I’m proud of that!! -Bee

“Good news Y/N,” Joshua said happily, rinsing the thermometer and putting it away, “Your temperature is normal, and there’s no sign of you catching a cold, so you should be good for the fun house tonight!”

“It’s not a fun house; it’s a death trap.”

“Oh come on! It’s gonna be fun!”

“Unless you know, die of fright,” Junhui teased and high fived Jeonghan. “Don’t get cold feet now. You wanted to be a badass, and now you’re suffering the consequences. Hey hyung, get a picture for me.” Jeonghan flicked a finger gun at him and shot him a wink as he left the room

“You're all assholes,” you grumbled. It wasn’t too late to fake a stomach ache or throw yourself in front of a car or something to get you out of the horror fest with the vocal unit. But it was their last outing before they were leaving for a meeting or something for the 31st and if you didn’t do it now, it was until next year. It was either that or apologize for the prank. “Can’t we do something else like going to carve pumpkins or go to a fair or stay home and watch scary movies?” You crossed your fingers in hopes they’d change their minds so you wouldn’t go.

“What’s the fun in that?” Jeonghan smirked at you. You were positive that he could read your mind in that moment because he just kept staring at you, daring you to make an excuse to get out of this. “Now if you’re done being a baby about this, we can get going and then you can thank us for bringing you back alive.”

You took the poster from the fridge, rereading the words and letting the dread wash over you. “You’re taking me to the middle of nowhere where these assholes actually chase you and y’all would actually leave me to die, so nope. No thank you.”

“We’re gonna die!” You yelled hysterically,

“Y/N, we haven’t even gotten down yet,” Jihoon sighed, poking his ear probably to make sure you didn’t make him lose his hearing. “And it’s not even bad. Look, there are people taking their kids inside...wait, there’s a petting zoo next to it.”

“We’re in the middle of a cornfield right smack in the middle of nowhere with only a bunch arrows leading the way in and out. And not to mention the scarecrow looking fuckers watching and waiting.” You shuddered at the thought. “It’s something outta a horror movie where no one makes it out alive.”

“And no one will find our bodies,”Jihoon added boredly.

You blanched at the thought and Seokmin patted your shoulder a little too roughly to show you his concern. “Don’t sweat it. We got you.”

“No offense DK, but you’re the reason I’m here.” You peeked out the window and saw multiple people covering their eyes as their friends and loved ones either took pictures or offered words of comfort. There was even someone hugging a baby as a coping mechanism of the aftermath. “You know what? You guys go ahead. I’ll stay in here and play with the Tamagotchi we found.”

Jeonghan unlocked the door and Seungkwan pushed you out. “No, you wanted to play, and that’s exactly what we’re doing.”

“Is it too late for that sorry…”

“YES!” Five voices sang at you before Joshua spoke. “Okay, now everyone pick your partner.” He dove for Jeonghan before he finished his sentence and Seokmin reached for Jihoon which left you with arguably the loudest and most dramatic person in not only the unit but probably the entire group and by the way he pouted at you, you knew he wasn’t happy about getting last pick either. “I can always hold your hand if you get scared Y/N,” Jeonghan winked at you.

“Jeonghan, I’d rather get stabbed by the maniac that’s gonna be after us than hold your hand.” You pushed him away, momentarily forgetting your fear. “That goes for all of you.”

“Boo!”

“AH!” You cowered into said Jeonghan who merely snickered at you. “ Very funny asshole. Move.” The boys paid for their tickets, listening to the guy giving warnings about how the intensity of the haunted house how there was gonna be chases, and critters scattering about; ghosts and people yelling and where the emergency exits were. Then he wished you good luck and pointed out where to start. You gulped.

Your hand involuntarily found Seungkwan’s and if he wasn’t just as afraid, he would’ve snorted and given you hell. But the problem was you were in Hell. It started off easily enough. I mean there was a severed head with part of its skull showing warning, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,” and then you touched something right after (not that you could remember what it was) and almost yelled when you saw fake blood but refused to break so quickly, but a little whimper escaped and when Seokmin laughed at you, you smeared it across his face and he seemed just as surprised to feel something sticky on his face.

Your first room y’all went to you were seeing a child facing the corners of a wall, scratching them and seeing the marks he left. He was begging that was gonna he good and that he learned his lesson. Then he turned around and saw he was crying blood crying out for his mommy and that left you with chills and you cursed yourself for not bringing a sweater. The little ghost looking girl in the white dress was the one who had you screaming. She literally ran up to you, and started pulling on you and asking you if you wanted to play. And you shook your head frantically and that seemed to anger her, so she called for someone, tattling on you that you didn’t wanna be her friend and out came a lady with her hair all over her face screeching at you, her arm extended and she had grabbed you by the collar too and of course you were already like, “NO NO NO DON’T TOUCH ME.” and bolted out of there, forgetting about the boys and her screaming after you that you were gonna pay.

The next room had a surgeon doing an incision on a rabid dog who leapt off the table and jumped on Joshua who screamed and it triggered you so you yelled and fell on the floor, which made the dog forget about him and instead went to you. You tried to get up but the floor was too slippery so you couldn’t and your next option was to back away into the table which made him growl. This surprised the surgeon who noticed your presence and he grabbed you also by the collar and gave you a creepy grin sans teeth, muttering about how he could use you for his next experiment and the thunder clapping behind him as he cackled maniacally. As scared as everyone was, you’ve yet had to hear the boys, with the exception of Seungkwan who apologizing to his mother out loud and Seokmin who was on the phone telling Soonyoung he loved him. Joshua funnily enough had the dropping curse words response every time he jumped out of his skin; Jihoon was ready to throw hands and Jeonghan simply froze.

The next few places consisted of zombie looking people being chained to an inanimate object and reaching for everyone with a pulse; children running back and forth singing their nursery rhymes and flinging food at you; feeling various pets running across your feet and feeling like someone was watching you. (This thought didn’t help in knowing you were gonna be on your own for Halloween.) At one point you had gone to wash your face in the bathroom (where it actually reeked) to steady your heartbeat, when you figured that you pushed a button or moved something that set off something and when you looked at your reflection, you could see a hanging body with the hand trying to grab you and you running outside, only to run smack into DK. You babbled at them at what you saw and when they peered inside, they didn’t see anything and they proceeded to laugh at you until you repeated your movements and then it was their turn to scream when they saw the body. Seungkwan nearly gave you a heart attack with his screaming because it fell on him first.

“Just one more room and then we’re home free,” Joshua mumbled loudly enough for your group to hear. Unfortunately for you, it was the kitchen and you’ve seen far too many scary movies to know how that turned out. You let everyone else go first, hiding behind Seungkwan in case something popped out, it’d go for anyone else.

You were still in the hallway when you saw the dim lighting in the kitchen, and you heard the flies buzzing around. There was someone hunched over the sink, scrubbing away furiously at whatever was in their hand and muttering something you couldn’t hear but it was enough to spook you. He turned around without warning, and you saw he had dropped a knife on the floor, letting it clatter. “So,” he said in a raspy voice. “You like trespassin’, don’t ya?” He rhymically stomped on the floor. “Ya want me to show ya what happens when city folk like you go around entering people’s houses like ya own the place?” He whistled. “Get ‘em ya stupid boy. Don’t just stand there.” And just like that, a door opened and out came running another fella wielding a chainsaw. And. Running. Towards. You. The guys ran to the open door without thinking and you were right behind them until you tripped over a chair and fell. The guy with the chainsaw used that as an opportunity to grab you by the foot and drag you away from safety. You cried, screamed, begged for someone to help you but to no avail. He was about to drag you through the hidden door when you used all your strength on the leg he was holding to kick as hard as you could. He let you go after that and you got up as fast as you could, running towards the kitchen again. The guy who was washing the knife was blocking the entryway.

“Where do you think yer headed Pretty?” You screamed at that and pushed him as hard as you could, finally at the doorstep of safety and hearing him scolding the chainsaw guy for letting you get away. You saw the relieved look of the vocal unit, beckoning you to join them. You were almost out the door when you felt someone grab you from behind and pulled you back in. You jabbed them, and ran out, not looking to see who it was.

You caught your breath, the adrenaline not leaving you yet, but you felt as though you lived a hundred lives.

You screamed at first when you felt someone hugging you but you remembered everything in that house was make believe. “You assholes! You left me there.”

“What else could we do Y/N?! He grabbed you by your foot!!!” Seungkwan shot back. “Are you okay though? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“That was the longest night of my life. Please, let’s never do that again.”

“Agreed.”

“Shall we go once more?”

“No!”

“Fine, fine. Let’s go home.”

You took one look at the haunted house shaking slightly when you saw the dude who grabbed your ankle waving at you calmly through the window. He was holding a sign that read, “I’ll find you.” in a bloody scrawl. You shuddered.

“Christ,” Joshua mumbled, “they don’t fuck around here do they?”

You shook your head and turned around again. He was gone.

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