#small bit

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

Hell Yeah

Tags: Smut, no specific hole mentioned, smoking of course, some cxc with Beleth and Jophiel(they kiss), pwp, bot beta read or edited

I freeze, hand almost in my purse and turn. Jay is standing behind me, all eleven and very, very proud. He has a stethoscope on.

"Dr. Jay, I assume?"

"Uh-huh! I'm really good at doctoring, Charlie!"

The wandering magician has left the hotel suite between moments of awareness. We will have words about this later. I am considering words to use when a low growl distracts me.

"Kiddo. The stethoscope is growling."

"It really wants to do a scoping," Jay says.

I study it warily. The stethoscope studies me back. "It has teeth. And suckers."

"It has to examine pretty thoroughly an also! sometimes people try to keep Dr. Jay away with an apple so it has to be really firm about being a doctor."

"Ah." Being friends with an eleven-year old from Outside the universe is many things. Death by stethoscope was not in this week's bingo. "I think my headache is gone now."

"Awwww." Jay pouts, then brightens with a huge grin. "That means I'm the jaysomest doctor ever!"

He vanishes to find another patient.

This short story takes place a few days after White Lily finds Red Velvet Cookie in the woods.

A small breeze ran through an open field, carrying the faint smell of cooked jelly meat across a field of wild grass and bluebells. In the distance, a fire slowly crackled. An exhausted Red Velvet Cookie slept parallel to the flames, resting from a day's worth of hunting. At his side was his guardian, an equally exhausted White Lily Cookie.

She clutched onto her staff, her crimson eyes glazing over the campsite as she sat down. A flood of thoughts began to race her mind, each moment colliding and crashing, dancing and moving, all at different tempos, patterns, and moments. Buried emotions began to resurface in her heart. Grief. Guilt. Agony. She could see glimpses of his face. His kind eyes, his warm smile... Yet none of it stirred the ancient from her concentration. She didn't have the privilege to despair, not like she ever had the right to. Not after what she did to him.

Her train of thought was soon broken, regardless. White Lily could hear whimpering. "P-please... no, don't-don't come any closer..!" She turned her head to see the young Red Velvet clutch his body as he slept, rocking back and forth in an effort to escape some awful creature. Before anything could be done, the rocking became more violent as he jolted awake. Heaving and shaking, he began to cry as sweat rolled down his very dough and his eyes became gummy with tears.

As if on instinct, she took the boy into her arms, holding him close to her. Shielding him as she tried to comfort him. "It's okay", she crooned, "It's going to be okay... It was a nightmare, it wasn't real. Nothing is going to hurt you, you're going to be okay..." Red Velvet felt himself pull away from her, his eyes shifting rapidly, as if to try and confirm this for himself. He... He wasn't trapped under a glass. He wasn't running away from the banquet again, either. He was in a forest, a beautiful forest with green grass and flowers and a blue sky. So why did he feel so trapped? Red Velvet felt himself slump to the ground, shaken and in disbelief. "...I..."

White Lily moved closer to him, watching with a somber expression. She didn't want to startle him more. "...Miss White Lily Cookie?" He spoke, his voice trembling in his throat. "Why did that happen?" She turned to face him. "Well... You were having a nightmare." His face slightly soured. "I know that, I mean... Why did I have to go through that..?" She wasn't quite sure what he meant when he said that. Did he mean what happened before she found him? "I'm not sure I understand, Red Velvet..." His face became hot. She didn't get it. Of course she wouldn't, she wasn't there. More tears ran down his soggy face, his body tensing. White Lily tried to reach towards him, but was swatted away. He wanted to scream. "Why-?! Why did that have to happen?!" "Red Velvet, you must calm down-" "Why did the Witches try to EAT MY FRIENDS?!" Silence. ...He shouldn't have yelled. But it felt so good to get it off of his chest. It felt right. He looked back, only to see a horrified White Lily staring at him. Deep down, he knew he went too far. "...Oh. I... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry-" He was suddenly cut off as the ancient took him back into her arms, embracing him tightly. It was as if she was shielding him from some unseen threat the way she held him. "Don't. Please, don't apologize. I... I had no idea." Her voice was firm and yet unsure. Red Velvet could tell that much. White Lily herself was still in disbelief. The very notion that their creators would even do such a thing was strange and cruel to her. But she would be a fool to ignore his pain. "Red Velvet, I-"

She never got to finish. He held her even tighter, a soft sniffle escaping from his throat. It didn't matter that she didn't know everything. She was there, and that was more than enough for him. Red Velvet held on before his grip loosened. A soft snore cued White Lily to place him back on the forest floor, draping her cape over his frail body to keep him warm throughout the night. His arms gripped it, his expression somber, but calm. His soul was at peace once again.

Hi, anon! Yes, I love him to bits too. A lot of people connected with him on so many levels and it's great to see so much hype for him. I'm a little late in the game but better late than never. He's definitely an outcast, that's for sure. I'm not so sure I agree with the whole bullied idea, though. I see this characterization of him so often and it kind of makes me scratch my head (no offense if you headcanon him that way and you're 100% in your right to see him however you want! This is purely just my thoughts on the matter).

So the reason I don't see Eddie that way is because of how he behaves and interacts with other characters. Like, I've never seen a bullied kid in school get up on the lunch table, yell and instigate some shit with every other group, then confidently mock the captain of the basketball team (likely the most popular guy in Hawkins High at the time). The way he looked at Jason to me said, "Go ahead, asshole. Try something. I dare you." and with that shit-eating grin? That's not someone worried about getting bodied or jumped later. And all Jason did was say 'prick' under his breath and walk away. He's got the entire basketball team to back him up (and probably other cliques Eddie pisses off) and could've tried intimidating him or something at any point. The only time he actually goes after Eddie is when he thinks he murdered his girlfriend in a Satanic ritual.

Not to mention, Eddie's a 'drug' dealer. No one messes with the school drug dealer lol. I've hung out with people kind of like him in HS and after. They often have a small group of close friends but don't take much shit from others. And usually are really great once you get past all the bs and know them better. I also noticed quite a few were bullied in primary or middle school (or socially rejected) and just quit giving a crap about what others thought. At least, these are generalizations I've gathered from getting to know people like that. So maybe that's the case with Eddie? Perhaps he was bullied or shunned in the past and just stopped caring about others' opinions of him by the time HS came around. Or he's always just been a wild child that can't be tamed.

Either way, the important thing is that fans find a connection with him. I adore him because there are so many layers to him and he feels familiar in a sense. It gives me nostalgia. And he's amazing. I'm also thrilled to see a lot of ship content for him and Chrissy on here. Usually, I'm into kind of obscure or crossover ships that have little to no material for them and it sucks. This time, I get to sit back and enjoy everything coming out on a daily basis. Not only that, but they gave me the motivation and inspiration to write again after all these months.

And my heart really goes out to Grace... I kept seeing posts about it and it's so wild. I felt like I was having a stroke just trying to understand the insanity of it all. She just seems like such a wonderful, kind, messy Queen and I love her for it. When she posted that pic of her in the Hellfire shirt after that weird scandal thing, I lost it lol.

Thanks for sending this in anon and let's keep loving these two to pieces!

Aria is @lovekenya24  

“Grand Wally you’re scaring May.” Wally paused from his retelling to see his little five-year-old niece looking up at him with large green eyes. Crocodile tears falling down her cheeks as she hugged a pillow. Her brother Red’s hand patted her head while their triplet Antoinette looked from her sister to her uncle. Wally wasn’t sure if it was a look of concern or amusement on the little speedster’s face. 

He had promised Bart that he could babysit his kids for the weekend so that Bart and Gigi could have some much deserved time off. Plus, how hard could they really be? He was a speedster after all. 

Or that’s what he had thought until the true adventure of trying to get a mischevious speedster, a clingy stretchy powered girl, and absent-minded telepath, to get ready for bed. 

It had taken a lot of wrangling and pleading but finally, he had gotten them cleaned up and in bed. His wife, Aria, had gone downstairs to clean up from the fiasco that had taken place while Wally had offered to tell the littles a bedtime story. 

“I get Grodd in the end,” Wally said kneeling down in front of May. She shook her head sticking out her bottom lip. Bright green eyes filled with more tears on the verge of spilling. 

“I don’t like the ape hurting Grand Wally.”

“But I’m ok,” he said giving her a small hug.

“No!” the little red-haired girl wailed lunging forward wrapping her arms and legs around her uncle. Burying her little head in his neck.

“I’m ok, the big bad ape got locked up.”

“No” she sobbed shaking her head again.

“But I thought he got out?” Antoinette said a large mischievous smile on her small face. 

“Yeah, and wants to get Great Grand grampa Barry”  Red added nudging his sister.

At this, their sibling let out another wail. Clinging to her uncle tighter. Legs and arms stretching so they could wrap around him so hard he couldn’t move. He was starting to feel like a mummy.