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thefudge · 2 months

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Advice for writing smut???

gonna do bullet-points of things i tend to live by when it comes to smut (this is just my opinion):

don't switch styles: the way you write the smut has to be consistent with the way you write the rest of the story, so if your story is more comedic or romcom-y in nature, the way you write the smut should have those stylings. i personally find it very jarring when authors decide to break the format for the smut, almost like the story has to stop for the sex intermission; if you're writing a horror story, the smut must be informed and influenced by that genre, and if you are breaking genre for the smut portion, tell us why you're suddenly switching gears (it has to be an aesthetic choice you're making on purpose). likewise, if your style in that story is more lyrical, the smut has to be somewhat lyrical too, or if your story is more cormac mccarthy-esque-cut-and-dry, the smut can't suddenly involve an effluvia of purple, sappy prose. integrating the smut in the story and treating it like any other part of the story is key to me. too often i've seen ppl switch to this anonymous pornified style when they get to the smut

which brings me to specificity. i'll talk about het sex, since that's what i tend to write most: not all men are going to be fingering or eating pussy the same way, not all dicks are big and they shouldn't be, not all women immediately get excited by fingering, not everyone moans the same way or makes the same sounds. you're writing about particular characters so it has to be particular to them. i know this is very old advice, but i think it bears repeating

there isn't an exact formula or sequence you have to follow, there aren't precise steps, you don't have to go "well, first he has to kiss down her neck, then reach the boob area, then play with the nipples, then put the nipple in his mouth, then slowly go down on her, then prepare her for entering her etc. etc. etc." this can get boring and repetitive and you start thinking of your characters as these mechanical dolls who have to fuck for your audience. and that can be a vibe too, if you do it on purpose. but sometimes you can get stuck in a porn routine (and ofc, having only the guy show initiative can also get boring)

in order to break that, insert some character moments. what are the characters thinking during this? sometimes they might be thinking of something completely unrelated on the surface, but which has a thematic relevance that can make the scene hotter. likewise, maybe they're doing smth that seems unsexy on the surface, but which, within the context of the story might be really hot. sex doesn't just involve, well, sex, but so much weirdness and humanity and creativity. two bodies (usually) are trying to do this really awkward thing together and they might have a lot of baggage and history to inform it. there's a lot you can do with that.

don't make it glossy and clean, where everyone smells of strawberry shampoo and there is never anything out of sync. the most boring smut tends to be the kind where no one makes any mistakes and everything is super efficient. i imagine it feels like using an industrial pump to milk various farm animals.

and you know what? you can make that hot too. you CAN write a kind of robotic efficient smut and make it really interesting based on the context. let's say you're writing a 1984 AU fic where ppl are forced into intimacy only to procreate and their sex drive is diminished. you can play with that premise and lean into the dehumanizing industrialization of sex, but you have to mean it, aka your narratorial voice must be conscious of these factors.

if you're writing dubcon, make the dubious part present, make sure you draw out the ambivalence and ambiguity. if you're writing noncon, the character whose consent is being violated has to be transformed by this in some way. it can be forced pleasure, for instance, but not only. it has to be a journey for them too, some kind of spiritual pit, or a form of access to terrible knowledge. i know this is a personal thing, but noncon doesn't work for me if the character being noncon'd is just sort of *there*, suffering passively. i think that sort of dead passivity can be done very well too, but the narratorial voice has to persuade me.

that being said, don't be afraid of fear in consensual sex. terror and vulnerability are a part of consensual sex too, imo, and again, depending on the story and the characters, there's a lot you can explore there

i personally find it really hot when the narratorial voice starts discussing some of the ideas that the story wants to convey during the smut. so like, you can characterize person A and outline their worldview and their plans while they're ramming person B, and the thinking & fucking are thus entwined. idk, i dig that

speaking of which, smut can convey world-building details and social/philosophical ideas, not just emotions and character beats

not all smut has to end with mutual orgasm or even one-sided orgasm, it depends what you want to do or where you want to go. again, you don't have to follow a sequence. plus, it's fun (and hot) to write about frustration and failure too.

if you want to mix up the descriptions, resort to the story & characters. you'll find it's easier to describe someone fondling a boob in a new or at least interesting way if you're thinking about that particular character in that particular story, and not just Man X from planet porn (sorry to be snarky, but mainstream erotica is soooo guilty of this)

screaming & really intense reactions are cool but they have to match the characters and the situations

sometimes, it's hotter if an effect is mild or negated, if the usual outcome doesn't happen; mix up the order of events, toy with the usual reactions. it's not about being original, it's about finding out what works for your characters. writing about sex is, in a way, a performance of it, an attempt to go through the sexual motions, to find out what works and doesn't, to engage with the erotics of text (roland barthes entered the chat)

if you are bored by your own smut, that's a problem. i know we all talk about how hard we find writing smut, and IT IS hard, and sometimes it's not enjoyable, because writing itself is often not enjoyable, but even when it's painful and annoying, it gives you that little intellectual kick like "huh, i'm creating this and making these people do this, and ohh look, i can maybe put this unnamable thing into words". but if you become bored, that's a sign you have to look at the language & characters and figure out what's not working for you

last thing i'll underline: pay attention to your narratorial voice. in this ordeal, you are the seducer. not the characters. you have to seduce us with words and context. your voice matters the most. you can persuade us of anything. but you have to be confident in your weirdness and particularity. this is your bedroom (so to speak), so invite us in.

#writing #smut tips #writing advice #smut #my thoughts #replies

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graceloveswolves · 2 years

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Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include…

- knowing him for awhile before you started dating

- and nothing was official, you just one day became his and only his, which was accepted both ways

- everyone saw it coming a mile away before you two and they already assumed you guys were a thing

- gearing up for morning hunts before the sun rose

- being his hunting buddy ALWAYS he likes to be able to keep his eye on you

- you guys sneaking out together to just sit and enjoy nature when you had time

- everyone always assumed y’all were doing something else tho ;) sometimes you did

- he is extremely loyal to you, like 1000%

- everything was very open between you two, no secrets, you were each other’s best friend

- you two not minding being each other’s only company for days

- him taking it personally if he found out you were keeping something from him/not coming to him first about something

- him shooting walkers near you 24/7

- “I had that Daryl.”

- “mhm, I did too.”

- seriously, if you date him you can say goodbye to privacy he’s glued to you

- you guys have a lot of little talks about the group and occurring problems within the group

- usually seeing eye to eye on everything

- if you aren’t, he will usually just move on and accept it

- but you will still be doing things his way

- fun little competitions when you guys are bored

- him making sure you know EVERYTHING he knows about hunting/survival

- I’m not kidding he will drill it into you until you remember or until you beat him to it

- making sure you always have food whether it be tiny as a squirrel or a snake

- he will force you to eat if he notices your not

- you take it and eat anyways even if you are full because you are pretty sure it’s a coping mechanism from him never having any food at home

- he will give you lots of tiny gifts like a heart shaped rock or a four leaf clover

- at first, he might have a few outbursts out of insecurity, but overtime they dissolve entirely

- he is such a softie and wouldn’t ever belittle you or make you feel threatened

- but sometimes he gives you tough love and will tell you the truth even if you don’t want to hear it

- but will always be on your side and have your back against anyone

- speaking of, he would practically kill anyone who threatened you (Jody and the frying pan)

- Rick and Carol would have to pry him off whoever dared to try you

-overall he’s 10000/10 protective

- sometimes you guys fight about him wanting you to stay back on risky runs

- he looses most of the time and will just have to have the comfort of knowing at least he’s with you on the run

- you’re the only person he’ll take a shower for or let touch his hair

- he actually secretly loves it when you touch his hair

- especially when you brush it out of his face

- it’s a small gesture yet his heart melts every time you do it

- late night cuddles

- he loves it most when you lay on his chest

- or when you are hugging/holding him

- he sleeps the best when he’s with you

- when he’s out on a run and it’s a rare occasion that you’re not with him he practically runs off no sleep

- even after everything you guys been through he still managed to keep a Polaroid of you two from the farm when you both were chilling in his orange tent after being shot by Andrea

- he keeps it on him wherever he goes

- and when you’re away from him he will stare at it for awhile thinking about how different everything was then and the people that were still alive

- which makes him hug you extra long when he comes home

- you are his #1 priority

- Merle always being jealous of him that he snagged such a looker

- Rick always trying his best to keep you two together on missions

- “I know you two don’t like being separated but please brother, I need you on this.”

- Maggie or Carol being the one you go to if you are fighting with him

- Daryl really gets annoyed when you are mad at him

- because you are his best friend and he doesn’t socialize with anyone else really

- he will do a little routine that starts off with giving you space, then leaving little gifts around for you, then coming around with dinner or telling you he needs help with something, even if he makes something up just to associate with you

- sometimes he’ll cut the bs and just start apologizing and hope you can forgive him and just move on

- being able to talk to each other just using your eyes

- it’s a literal talent

- group members find it funny how you guys can read each other so well

- swapping old funny stories of your lives before the walkers

- people referring you two as each other’s wife & husband

- though Daryl never got you a ring, to him his love for you didn’t need to be shown through a ring

- but if you wanted one he’d see what he could find

- either way, it was obvious that you were his and he was yours so you never had problems with people trying to get with either one of you

- best couple ever

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rowanthesorcerer · 9 months

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Whenever i play Legend of Zelda (botw or Totk) i have a simple checklist of things i want to do, however these aren’t typical “complete the game” things, rather they’re things i do for Link. To me, Link is a creature, and someone has to look after him, so here is my checklist

Social- Link should interact with someone i consider to be his friend, this can be any of the sages or people he helped with the divine beasts, it can be beedle, Purah, Paya, Impa etc. Link just has to talk to someone and hang out next to them for a bit

Murder- to keep Link active he needs to kill a few monsters, typically when travelling, if Link sees a monster worth taking on, then i have him fight it (unless it’s too scary, we leave big scaries alone)

Horsie time- i have Link hang out with one of his horsies (usually it’s Epona cos they’re besties but i have many horsies). He feeds them an apple, rides them for a significant amount of time (sometimes completing “murder” and “social” along the way) and of course many pats for the horsie because they always do such a good job

Dragon time (totk only)- Link sits on a dragon for a full dragon cycle (The dragons have a set path, Link stays on the dragon until the dragon gets back to the point Link got on the dragon). This time is relaxing, good for farming and also sight seeing

Relax- i take Link to the hot springs or get him a spa treatment, he’s very babie so he needs time to relax

eat a good food- i have Link cook something i’d wanna eat irl and let Link eat it (usually it involves cheese. i love cheese, like a little mouse. squeak)

fashion- Link should buy or find new outfits always, then try on different combinations to find the best one

shopping- Link needs to stock up on supplies so we do a lot of shopping (usually completed at the same time as social or even horsie time if we meet travelling traders along the way)

gremlin time- this is usually towards the end of the session when i’ve been looking at the screen too long. i have Link act in peculiar ways around NPCs (like crouching near them, walking around them in circles, talking to them from on the tables, aiming weapons at them, jumping about and so on)

Somehow progress is made this way, I have excellent gear and could go fight Gannon if i wanted (the rest of the main story is 100% done, i just can’t be asked to go fight crispy bacon sexy man rn)

to me, botw and totk are just games where you can play as a silly little guy and have him do silly things, occasionally he can be serious, as a treat. But my Link? he’s a creature, he needs enrichment and those are the activities he needs 😌

remember to keep your Link hydrated and well fed as well as entertained.

(this is a good routine for irl too, but you have to leave out the murdering part unless you see a monster in which case probably you should run but you can try kill it if you want)

Thank you

#totk #loz tears of the kingdom #botw #loz breath of the wild #botw link #totk link #zelda totk #zelda botw #princess zelda #creature #enclosure #enrichment

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and worst of both worlds (part 12)

Tw: injury, yandere and monty just being a creep

the University option was 60% wben the votes were 20, idk y suddenly u guys decided to favour 5 blocks away from ur house too

Damn from what i seen theres like distinct team monty and team Yves, ngl as writer i am biased towards Yves he my favourite

Part 13

You told him that you need to go to class.

Montgomery frowned. "If ya' say so." He shifted his gears and began driving away.

You looked at the scenery around you. This place is definitely not somewhere you visited before, you see a few buses driving by. But none of which you recognize.

"You free during the weekends?" He asked.

You said no.

Montgomery pouted. "Well, when are you free?"

You shrugged and said being a university student is demanding.

He sighed dejectedly. "What do I know, I only have a high school diploma. Wasn't one for the books, I'd rather git' out there and make me some cash."

You stayed silent.

"You ain't built for that, it really ain't for the faint hearted. So you gotta stay in school and try your hardest, sweetheart. Follow your dreams of becoming... whatever you wanted to be."

You nodded in acknowledgement. But Montgomery kept talking.

"I came to the city 'cause I heard I can make it big there. I didn't really have a plan, I was hopin' I'd make big bucks and start my own business." He switched his blinker on as he readies himself to make a turn.

"It was totally harder than I thought. I moved from city to city, was broke in every single one and I had to live out of my car if I wanted to eat. The people, all of 'em were mean as hell no matter where I go. They're nothin' like the people back home."

Curiosity gets the best of you and you asked why didn't he just return to base.

He laughed. "I didn't wanna hear an 'I told you so' from my family. I had to fight to get out of that damn farm. I can't imagine the humiliation if I come back home, tail between my legs, empty handed."

The air between you became quiet after that.

"So... what are ya' studying?"

You tried your best to explain your degree and the profession that you're hoping to work as. Montgomery hummed in response.

"I dunno much about that. But it sure sounds stressful and too brainy for me. You're such a smart kid."

You said thanks.

"A little lackin' in the brawn department though. That's why you need me to protect ya'." He grinned. "We sure are such a great match! When I get that business idea of mine up and runnin', you're gonna be handling the books. I'll be handlin' the shop- the physical part. We're gonna be swimmin' in riches, in no time!"

You didn't respond to that, making his excited laughter die down quickly.

"...Or you could just choose what'cha wanna do. Fine by me, I'll fund it the best I can." Montgomery is starting to look uncomfortable, it seems like he's trying to make some conversation with you. But you didn't want to give him any more of your attention.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly.

"Sixth period, I guess." He stopped in front of the entrance. You wonder if he's confused as to why he barely sees anyone around now.

You looked at the time. It's 11:45AM. The bus is coming in 5 minutes.

"Here." He shoved something into your hands. "Treat yourself to something nice." You uncrumpled it to reveal two $20 bills.

You thanked him and pulled the handle of the door.

"Wait! I want your number!" He got out of his car and ran up to you.

You said that you don't remember and you don't have your phone with you.

"You don't remember your own phone number?" He stared in disbelief.

You said that with the advancement of technology, no one needs to remember any phone numbers. It's all stored in the smartphone.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I think you should memorize at least a couple of em'. What are ya' gonna do when your phone breaks, huh? You're gonna be doomed!"

Yeah. Like how you are right now.

You tried to end the conversation by agreeing and saying bye.

"I have an idea." You yelped as he grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled out a pen and uncapped it, Montgomery wrote a string of numbers on your arm.

You can only watch as he decorated your entire forearm in horror. How are you going to explain this to Yves?

"There, that's my number."

You pulled your arm away and told him that you're going to be late for class.

"Don't forget to call me!" He hollered as you move far, far away from him.

Finally, $40 richer, 100% more disturbed, 200% sweatier, you reached your house. 20 minutes late.

You dragged yourself onto the porch and struck your arm repeatedly against the door. Panting with your tongue out like a dog.

You wiped the sweat off your brow as the door opened. Thinking it's one of your housemates, you tried walking past them, only to be grabbed by the shoulders.

"(Name)!"

You looked up and saw Yves with the most haunting expression you've ever seen on his beautiful yet bruised face. Half it was still concealed by his hair. There was a mix of worry, sadness, anger and relief. It was an expression that guarantees you're in trouble.

You stared at him for a few seconds, his dilated pupil never left yours. You felt like you were on a court trial during those 20 seconds, Yves seemingly scrutinizing every aspect of your soul.

You burst into tears, sobbing loudly and pathetically. You didn't know where to start, you had so many unmet needs at the moment.

You're roasting in your own skin and sunburnt, you don't even have a wink of sleep, you feel violated by Montgomery, your stomach hurts from eating the greasy fast food, your muscles are aching from that epinephrine shot, you have a headache, you don't like how your clothes stuck to your body and Yves is mad at you.

One of the needs was immediately met when he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm not upset at you." He whispered, pressing kisses on your head. You cried harder and sunk into him deeper.

Of course, he knew what happened, where you went and what Montgomery did. All of it was caught on surveillance cameras and they're easy to hack into. He heard the conversations between you and him, Montgomery should upgrade his phone, it didn't even put up a fight when he tried accessing it remotely.

All because he didn't predict that you would be anaphylactic to your new medicine. If you knew he's virtually everywhere and watching your every move, Yves would have immediately intercepted before you could even put a foot down on the floor.

Yves let you wet his clothes until you calmed down enough for him to pull you into the house, where it is much cooler and dimmer. Your nosy housemates were peeking from the hallway, but this time Yves wasn't acting so nice. He shot them all a death glare, which made them promptly retreat into their rooms.

He closes the door and leads you to the sofa. Where he allowed you to let your emotions out on his chest, while sitting on his lap.

A hand stroking the back of your head, another pulling you close to him. Yves placed his lips on your forehead as snot drips down your nose and onto Yves. He doesn't mind your sweat or skin flakes.

Yves does appreciate that Montgomery was there at the right time. When you started to rub your eyes excessively, Yves was already on the highway, doing 120 miles per hour on an 80 limit. He knows something is wrong.

Unfortunately, though, he was too late and Montgomery already drove off with you. So he had to do a detour and tailgate him instead.

He did all the calculations and thought of all the possible outcomes in his head. And... to his dismay, the best one was to let everything that happened to you happen. Yves lets go and allows Montgomery to be the hero for today for the sake of your life.

But you were never in any real danger. Yves was following closely behind this entire time. Of course, you're definitely going to be uncomfortable. However, he knows you're not stupid, he could not slip a single "coincidence" that will allow him to save you from Montgomery. It's going to be too implausible to happen given that Yves is still a relatively "normal" person in your eyes.

You hiccupped in his chest, apologizing over and over again. Yves assured you that you did nothing wrong. He reached for his bag, taking out a packet of wet wipes and dry facial tissues.

He began cleaning you with the damp towel. Yves did not flinch when you coughed right into his face and had thick, opaque mucus land on his eyelashes. He continued wiping away the snot and tears while letting a glob of green rest on his eye.

If you had lingered at the university longer, Yves would have 'coincidentally' bumped and picked you up instead. Under the guise of him searching for you because he arrived early at your place to find the front door unlocked, your bag in your room and your phone on the table. Very unusual behavior of you.

But he underestimated your desperation to catch the next bus. You have broken his records, that was the fastest you ever ran since middle school and he has the data to back it up.

Now that you're slowly relaxing, Yves removed the goop from his eye using another wet wipe. His long eyelashes clumped together from the moisture. He continued by drying you using the facial tissues, which includes drying the sweat from your back and to your rear. Who gives a damn if Yves has his hands up your shirt and down your pants, it's Yves. You trust him.

You didn't pay enough attention to wonder why he brought some aloe gel today out of all days. Yves snapped the lid open and applied a pea sized amount on his fingertips. Yves spread it evenly on your now peeling skin, you let your shoulders sag as the gel soothes the burning pain.

Montgomery proved himself useful, twice. First, by saving your life. Second, by helping Yves look much more appealing to you. Doesn't his feather-like touches feel nice? It's nothing like that brute's talons.

Yves only wished that he had half a brain to feed you something appropriate and not an artery-blocking lump of fat and sugar. Four, of them plus two grease saturated hash browns, to be precise. God, Montgomery is spineless, he should have stopped you or at least found a way to make you eat slower.

You fell limp onto him as he skillfully massaged your scalp with his fingers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tingles travel down your spine, causing you to forget about the soreness you've been experiencing.

Yves had a look of disdain when he caught a glimpse of Montgomery's phone number written on your arm in pen ink. He doesn't know when to quit, does he?

You never once stopped to wonder how he knew to prepare a pack of ice wrapped in a towel even before you came back. He brought the chilly item to your neck, cooling down one of your crucial points.

Yves continued massaging your head to relieve you of any tension. He ticked off his mental checklists on your needs, another thing is going to be off his list very soon.

He watches your eyelids droop until your eyes are fully closed. Now draped across his lap, you're starting to snore and drift into slumberland.

He sighed. Caressing your tender leg as you sleep.

"You are such a troublemaker." He quietly hissed. Scooping you into his strong arms.

Yves carried you into your room, where he lowered you onto your bed. He didn't put the blanket on you, because you will overheat, wake up and panic again.

He went out and retrieved his bag. Yves took out his portable fan and placed it near you, so the moving air could cool you down further. If you weren't so bashful and considerate, he would have installed a portable air conditioning unit in your room already. But he knows you will find the gesture too extravagant and start to spiral out of control with your self depreciation.

He closed the curtains, turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the otherwise dark room are the holes in your curtains and his laptop screen.

Yves took a seat, put on his reading glasses and began typing away. One hand keying in the information, the other holding the wretched medication that hospitalized you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

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chelseachilly · 5 months

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when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you're stranded at uni by yourself for christmas with no flights going to london, but your boyfriend has other ideas warnings: nothing but fluff ❄️🫶🏼 word count: 2.5k

author’s note: here's another holiday one-shot! hoping to write at least one more before christmas. also btw there is no regard for the actual chelsea december fixtures or club rules in this story lol. title from christmas tree farm by taylor 🎄

You’ve always loved snow.

You loved playing in it as a little kid, making snowmen with your parents and going sledding with friends. You loved watching it from your window your first year of uni, seeing the blanket of white make Edinburgh look even more magical. You love bundling up to go ice skating and drinking hot chocolate as the snow falls around you.

But right now, you absolutely hate it.

A massive snowstorm rolling through the UK has caused the cancellation all flights, including the one you were supposed to take from Edinburgh to London tonight. It’s your last year of university there, but you’ve never missed a Christmas at home with your family and your boyfriend.

Now, it’s two days until Christmas and you’re stranded alone in your little flat with absolutely no way of making it home.

“What? You can’t get a train?” Ben asks after you’ve explained your predicament to him sadly.

As much as you feel bad about missing the holiday with your parents, you feel really bad about not being able to see Ben. With your busy schedules, you’ve hardly seen him in months, and you even missed his birthday a couple days ago because you had an exam. Now, you were supposed to finally have an entire week with him in London.

You were going to go to Winter Wonderland and complain about tourists and end up going back to his to snuggle by the fireplace. You were going to have Christmas morning with your family and dinner with his, spending the whole day exchanging gifts and fond memories. You were going to watch his game on the 27th and bundle up in your warmest Chelsea gear to cheer your heart out for your man, which you’ve really missed doing lately.

You miss everything about him, really.

But instead, you’re going to be eating Indian takeaway leftovers and watching Love Actually to try to make yourself feel better.

“The trains are all full, I checked,” you sigh.

“Well, let me see if I can charter a plane-“

“Ben,” you cut him off before he gets ahead of myself. Although it’s quite extravagant for him to spend tens of thousands of dollars getting you there, you know he would do it in a heartbeat. “All flights are grounded, not just mine. It’s not possible.”

“But…there must be something.”

You can picture his disappointed face right now, and it brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you reply, sinking into your couch. “You know I would do anything to be there with you right now.”

“Don’t apologize to me, love, I can’t believe you’re going to spend Christmas alone,” Ben sighs. “This is so shit. I just wanna see you and hold you.”

“I know,” you exhale. “I miss you so much. The only thing that got me through exams was thinking about being home with you and playing with Oscar in the snow and baking cookies…”

You can feel yourself getting choked up, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as you think about all you’ll be missing out on. You feel a bit silly, knowing there are people with far bigger problems in the world, but you’ve been working yourself to death for the past month to ace your finals and this trip home was the shining light at the end of the tunnel.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ben says sadly. “I miss you so much too. I wish there was something we could do.”

“Like control the weather?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood despite the tears running down your face.

“You know I would do it if I could,” he replies seriously. “I’m sorry this is happening, babe. Maybe the weather will clear up in a day or two and you’ll still be able to make it out for a few days, yeah?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you breathe - some time with Ben and your family is better than nothing, but you’re still going to be alone for Christmas morning. “I should let you go, I don’t want to stop you from having a nice holiday too. Say hi to your mum and Alex for me when they get there, alright?”

“I will, baby,” Ben says. “I’ll text you later and call you in the morning, alright?”

“Alright,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye, love.”

The moment Ben hangs up, you toss your cell onto the cushion beside you and bury your face in the pillow, groaning in frustration.

After feeling sorry for yourself for a bit, you reluctantly get up and go to turn up the heat and change into something warmer, as the temperatures outside continue to drop. You grab Ben’s hoodie from your closet, a cozy grey one you stole last time you were in London. It barely smells like him anymore, since that was over a month ago and you’ve worn and washed it several times, but it’s still a small comfort to wear something of his.

You heat up your dinner and put on the film, although the romantic scenes and the shots of London only seem to make you more homesick.

You text Ben during his favourite part, which is naturally Hugh Grant dancing around 10 Downing Street.

The annual Love Actually rewatch isn’t the same without you babe. Hope you’re having fun with the fam ❤️

He takes a while to respond, which you hope means he’s having a better time than you are and enjoying being with his family.

You’re just drifting off to sleep when his text finally comes in.

It’s not the same here without you either. Goodnight baby, talk in the morning 😘

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing.

You briefly think it’s your alarm, but you don’t remember setting one, certainly not for 7AM, which is the current time according to your watch.

You blearily stretch your arms, a bit of a crick in your neck from falling asleep on the couch, and reach around haphazardly for your phone.

You see Ben’s name and contact photo on the screen and you quickly answer, worried something is wrong if he’s calling you at this time.

“Ben? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he assures you. “Can you go downstairs? There’s a delivery for you.”

“What?” you yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “What on earth have you sent me at seven in the morning?”

“Just go check, I think you’ll like it,” Ben promises, and you can hear the smile tugging at his lips. “Quickly, babe. This is time sensitive.”

You roll your eyes fondly as you throw the blanket off yourself and slide on your slippers, leaving the warmth of your flat to go down the stairs and see what’s waiting for you outside the main doors. You can only imagine what ridiculous present your boyfriend had shipped to you overnight to try to make up for your failed Christmas.

You tighten Ben’s hoodie around your body to brace yourself for the cold before opening the door, your eyes on the ground where you’re expecting the package to be.

Instead, you see a familiar pair of Nikes - and your eyes trail up to see the very familiar man wearing them.

You’re not sure if you’re dreaming, so you blink a few times, only to be greeted with the same sight - your perfect, adorable boyfriend standing in front of you in his puffer jacket and hat, his cheeks red from the cold and his smile absolutely blinding.

“Ben?” you gasp. “Why are you - how are you here?”

“I couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone.”

You meet him halfway as he drops his bags to the ground and opens his arms for you to throw yourself at him. You hug him as tight as you can, burying your nose in his neck and inhaling his scent. You can’t believe this is really happening.

“How the hell did you get here?” you ask as he squeezes your waist tightly and kisses the top of your head.

“I drove,” Ben murmurs.

You pull back to look at him, your eyes wide with disbelief.

“You drove? It’s, like, eight hours-“

“Twelve in a snowstorm, apparently,” Ben chuckles. “But definitely worth it for this.”

“You drove all night through a snowstorm for me?”

You can feel tears beginning to brim in your eyes once again, though these are tears of joy. You can’t believe how insanely lucky you are to have a man who loves you this much.

“Of course I did, I would do anything for you,” Ben says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, brushing his nose against yours. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s been a long night and I would really love a kiss.”

Without hesitation, you grab his face and kiss him passionately, sighing with joy at the feeling of being reunited with your boyfriend. You’re certain that this is the most romantic and wonderful thing anyone has ever done for you, and although you never expected the best kiss of your life to happen on your doorstep at 7am in a blizzard, this just might take the top spot.

“I love you so damn much,” you whisper against his lips when you finally pull away. “But I am also slightly mad at you for driving at night in poor conditions.”

Ben laughs and rolls his eyes a bit. “I promise I was safe, but can we go inside where it’s warmer before we argue about it?”

“Hmm, okay,” you grin, pecking his lips a few more times before helping him lug his bags up the stairs to your flat.

Once you’re inside and Ben’s taken off his shoes and coat, you waste no time in wrapping your arms around him and kissing him again.

“You’re freezing, sweetheart,” you murmur as his cold hands slide under your - his - hoodie to feel your skin. “Want a tea? Or do you want to go straight to bed? You must be exhausted.”

“A tea and a cuddle would be perfect,” Ben smiles, pecking your forehead.

You tell him to go get comfy on the couch while you make tea for both of you, and when you return, he’s waiting for you with open arms and a sleepy grin on his face.

You place both mugs on the coffee table and curl up next to him, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms and legs tangled.

You let out a content sigh as your bodies recalibrate after so much time apart. You knew you needed this, but you didn’t know quite how much until right now.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you murmur, kissing his jaw. “What about your mum and Alex, though?”

“I told them how sad you sounded on the phone and they encouraged me to go, though my mum was slightly nervous about me making the drive-“

“As she should be,” you scold gently.

“I told you, I was very careful, and there were hardly any cars on the roads,” Ben promises once again. “Anyways, they were all for it. They knew I would’ve been miserable without you there.”

You hug him a bit tighter, hooking your leg around his. “Wait, you have a game in three days. Did the club really sign off on this?”

“I managed to persuade Poch to give me today off to go see my girl, I think he’s a bit of a softie at heart,” Ben jokes. “And we have tomorrow and the day after off for Christmas anyways. We’ll just have to drive back on the 26th, the roads are supposed to clear by then. I know it’s not the same as Christmas in London with both our families, but this is better than being apart, right?”

“Ben,” you say sincerely, cupping his cheek with one hand. “This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. A cozy Christmas with just the two of us sounds absolutely perfect. Thank you, baby.”

Your lips meet in another sweet kiss, one that quickly escalates as you feel your boyfriend’s hands on your hips and thighs for the first time in a month. You moan into his mouth as he tugs you into his lap.

“I missed you so much,” you breathe between kisses, tugging his hat off to run your hands through his messy hair.

“I can tell, hoodie thief,” Ben teases, fiddling with the soft material. “You look unreal in that, by the way. And I missed you more.”

You smile into another kiss, getting completely lost in him and his scent and his touch. Even after years together, you’re completely addicted to him.

You’re ready to take it further and move to your bedroom, but you’re interrupted by a yawn from Ben. He tries to kiss you again afterward, but you laugh softly and hold his face.

“You need sleep, Benjamin.”

He pouts slightly in protest, but you kiss him again quickly and it goes away.

“Babe, you’re exhausted,” you murmur softly. “We can go cuddle in my bed and continue this later.”

Ben sighs and nods as you climb off him and extend your hand to help him up. He doesn’t let go of your hand, though, instead pulling you into another warm hug. He’s so sleepy and adorable that you could nearly cry as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

He’s always been a very tactile person, and you know that for every time you tell him how much you missed and love him, he will hold you a little bit longer or kiss your forehead to say the exact same thing.

When you finally pull apart, you take him by the hand and lead him into your bedroom. He strips down to his boxers, which is how he prefers to sleep even in the dead of winter. He says you run hot enough to keep him warm, though you’re not sure if that’s true or he just likes to maximize your skin-on-skin contact.

He’s much warmer now than when you found him on your doorstep, so it’s not a shock to your system when you climb into bed with him and he immediately pulls you into his chest.

“I promise once you’ve had a proper rest I’ll make the drive worth your while, baby,” you say with a slight smirk as you wrap your arm around him and nuzzle your face into his neck.

Ben just tightens his grip on you and closes his eyes, a content smile on his face.

“It was worth it the second you opened the door.”

As you watch your boyfriend drift off to sleep, feeling so full of love for him that you might burst, you make a mental note to make it extra worth it for him later just for that adorable comment.

After you’ve both slept a few hours and spent another few making up for lost time, you spend the rest of Christmas Eve watching films and baking cookies.

The next morning, you both wake up early and exchange presents in your festive pyjamas. It’s not the same as if you were in London with both your families, but it’s still perfect because you’re together.

And a year later, when you’ve graduated and you’re celebrating your first Christmas in your new home with a diamond ring on your finger, it’s even better.

i hope you enjoyed this story! and thank you for all your lovely comments on my last fic. if anyone wants to be added to a taglist for my ben fics in the future, please let me know! ❤️💚

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell x y/n #my fics

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captainpains · 4 months

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Carol of the Cookies (Captain Rex x reader)

For @diviluscorner in the @cloneficgiftexchange. I had so much fun writing this and I hope y'all enjoy it ❤️

Prompt: Baking Cookies

Warnings: F reader, kids, family bonding, fluffy, domesticity, everyone lives au, not explicitly holiday but has the vibes

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“Buir! Buir!”

Rex stopped taking off his snow boots and looked down the hallway to see his little girl, Mariel, running towards him at full speed. She jumped into his arms, giggling when he caught her. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“What have you been up to my little trooper?” He asked her, attempting to remove his snow gear while still holding her.

“We went to the library and mama let us pick out some books!” The 6 year old ecstatically explained.

“Really? I hope you picked out something you really liked.” Rex hummed as he took off his scarf and hat.

“I did. I picked a book about stars!”

“That sounds great sweetie. Hey, how about you go to mama while I finish taking off my boots?”

Mariel nodded before jumping down and taking off down the hall towards the kitchen. Rex finished taking off his boots as promised, then shrugged off his jacket. He took a moment to look at a picture hung on the wall, a picture of his family, something that he thought that he never had. He then moved down the hall, toward the kitchen, toward you.

You were like a saving grace for him.

He’d met you at a bar called 79s one blurry night so long ago. You were working the bar and had somehow found his drunk flirting charming enough to give him your com. He remembered sending you an apology the day after, the embarrassment he felt when his brothers recounted what happened was soul crushing. He felt less bad about it when you ended up inviting him for a cup of caf. And the rest, as they say, was history.

The war ended, and he proposed. The two of you moved to Saleucami and got a small farm, trading the food you grew at the market. Then little Mariel was born.

Rex walked into the kitchen and smiled at what he saw. You were trying to keep Mariel from eating the cookie dough that you were making. He watched as you gently pushed her hand away from the bowl, scolding her for trying to eat it. Rex went over and reached into the, taking just a little bit of the cookie dough and eating it.

“That is not for you either.” You playfully glared at him.

“Well then why is it so delicious?” Mariel refuted, arms crossed and face pouting.

“You can’t eat all the raw cookie dough, sweetie. Or there won’t be anything to decorate, later.” You told her as you took the bowl of cookie dough to another counter to roll it out.

Your daughter gave a gasp at the realization. Rex chuckled at it. It would be absolutely devastating if there were no cookies to decorate.

“How about you go get your new book to show me?” Rex suggested to her.

“Okay!” Mariel rushed out of the kitchen.

“She was so happy to get that book.” You told your husband as you rolled out the cookie dough.

“I bet.” Rex grinned, then wrapped his arms around you. “So, how was your day?”

“Fine. She was very hyperactive after her nap. How was your trip to the market?”

“Good. Got a great price for those meilooruns.”

You hummed in response. Rex tightened his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. He watched as you rolled the dough, then grabbed one of the many cookie cutters on the counter.

“I missed you while I was gone, cyare.” Your husband admitted, then placed a kiss on your cheek.

“You were only gone for a few hours, dear.” You mused, cutting a few cookies in the shape of a snowman.

“Yeah, but I still missed you and Mariel.”

“Well, we missed you too.” You smiled and turned your head, giving him a small kiss on the lips before returning to your task.

Mariel came running into the kitchen, her book in hand. She excitedly held it up for her father to see. Rex peeled himself off of you to attend to your daughter. She happily took her father to the living room, where they sat on the couch and she read the book to him. You finished cutting the cookies and put them in the oven. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how

You went to the living room and smiled when you saw your daughter sitting on the sofa reading her book to her father. Rex was paying all his attention to her as she read. He was patient and encouraging as she read, making sure she pronounced every word correctly. You decided to let them have this moment of bonding, going back into the kitchen to start some dishes while Rex kept the little one entertained.

After around 15 minutes, the cookies were done. Mariel came running in when the timer went off. She pouted when you told she had to wait until the cookies cooled off to decorate them.

“You can decorate the cookies later. Now, how about you get your favorite pajamas on and then you pick out a holo movie to watch. When that’s done, the cookies will be ready to decorate.” You suggested to the 6 year old.

She seemed content with the idea. She ran off to her room. Rex went into the kitchen to help with the dishes while you set up the holoscreen for Mariel to pick a holomovie to watch. Mariel came back rather quickly, dressed in her blue pajamas. She excitedly picked a film about a magic tooka, then ran to the kitchen to decorate cookies.

You helped her when she wanted it, but all in all left her to her vision of what the snowman should look like. You and your husband decorated about four cookies each, while your daughter decorated the majority of them. She made a colorful mess with the icing but was so happy with how the cookies turned out.

“Buir! Momma! You have to try one!” Mariel insisted, handing a cookie to each of you. You took a bite, while Rex (with his massive sweet tooth) shoved the whole thing into his mouth.

You praised your daughter for how good the cookies looked and tasted. Rex watched and smiled to himself.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #star wars #LDE23

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redrobin-detective · 1 year

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I’ve been kind of brain dead for ideas lately but an old one that I was batting around the other day was, following Jack Drake’s death everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do with Tim. Bruce wanted to adopt him, Dana was going to take him when she was well enough, Dick probably threw his hat into the ring to give the kid options.

Now Tim has this grand scheme to circumvent all this by hiring an actor to portray a made-up uncle but he looks out at the city one night and is Tired. This city stole his peace, bits of his flesh, his friends and now his dad. Suddenly he doesn’t want to live there anymore. He makes a phone call and a few days later, he’s on a bus to Smallville to be fostered by Martha Kent.

Kon was a little surprised at the call but Martha didn’t hesitate to sign those papers. She’d seen the fallout of Tim when his mother died, if no one else would take care of Tim then she would. He arrives with a backpack full of clothes and a U-Haul of computer equipment which he sets up in the back guest room barely leaving room for a bed.

He goes to Smallville High with Conner, eats an early, homemade dinner by Ma who kisses his forehead before he Zetas back to Gotham for patrol. He’s still Robin, still fights and bleeds for Gotham. But he can’t live there, not right now. Bruce is doing his pouty hurt dad routine, Dick thinks he’s trying to make a move on Kon but really Tim is tired of the brutality of the city and wants some peace for once in his life. He Zetas back early in the morning, quietly knocks on Ma’s door so she knows he’s back and heads to bed.

His allergies give him hell in the country but he still insists on helping Kon with chores. Conner laughs at how badly he fumbles through livestock feeding and crop tending and starts working on ways to make it more efficient. He sleeps through class and spars out in the open fields and, when he’s feeling homesick, Kon will fly him real high and drop him and he can pretend like he’s just dived off a skyscraper. Martha reminds him to eat, to sleep, to wash behind his ears and stop looking at gruesome crime scene photos at the dinner table. Tim’s never had a happy, normal family situation. It unnerves him but it soothes him too as he works, really works, on some of his more self-destructive habits. For Ma’s sake. Martha knows this is only temporary, that Tim can’t, won’t, stay away from Gotham forever. But she drapes a blanket over his shoulder where he’s fallen asleep 5 minutes into a movie on the couch and brushes his hair out of his sleep deprived eyes. She loves Bruce like a second son but Tim is her baby now too and she’ll tear B to shreds if he doesn’t properly care for Tim when he returns.

Kon and Tim, who’d been kind of dancing around their feelings for years, are now in an equally strange dynamic of ‘are we brothers now? are you just a bud crashing indefinitely at my house? we come and go from Titans Tower together what does everyone THINK is happening???’ and settle for just doing nothing. They do stay up late on nights Tim isn’t in Gotham talking about bad tv shows and how lame school is and rocket ships and the latest supervillain scandal. As weird as the situation is, Tim looks happier and healthier than he has in ages. Plus it’s kinda rad to have a sleepover with your best friend every night. As far as he is concerned, Tim never has to step foot in Gotham again.

Clark comes back to the farm from a long space mission to find Batman’s latest sidekick typing up a storm typing on a computer with one hand and stirring soup with the other. “Sup,” Tim mumbles as he remains focused on both his tasks. “Sorry, guest room is mine now. I’d offer it up but it’s a pretty tight fit in there with all my gear.” And that’s how he found out his Mom may or may not have legally kidnapped Batman’s sorta maybe I guess not kid from under his nose and he’s Clark’s unofficial little brother. All he knows is Bruce is going to be a nightmare at the next League meeting.

#first thought of this when writing secret robin #when exploring options of where Tim could go #and the idea of him fleeing the city and going to smallville with his best friend #its a bit sweet #Tim loves his city but hes been through a lot and maybe a kid wants some stability #wants a parent who Knows but accepts him weird quirks and all #so long as they don't affect his health #she feeds him cookies and pets his hair and listens to him geek out on music and cold cases #he doesn't think he'll be able to stay away from gotham for long #but right now this is nice #Martha Kent will throw down with Batman to keep Tim safe #Clark is very confused #he calls Tim scamp one time and Tim's like Mr Kent dont do that #anyway yeah weird au thoughts Im thinking again like 4 months later

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ice-cap-k · 7 months

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Silent Squeak

Cross-posted to AO3 here: Silent Squeak

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“Do you want the veggie rolls or the dumplings?”

“Dumplings, please. Whatever recipe you use tastes amazing.”

“Thanks. Just give me a moment to plate it.”

The smell of warm dumplings made Owen’s mouth water. He was starving and knew that the meal about to be served would be worth every second of the wait. Everyone knew Scott was the best cook in the attic. Between the farm fresh veggies he had managed to grow in his makeshift indoor garden to the hours spent perfecting his craft over a hot pot, the field rat had refined his talent to a peak. And that worked out perfectly since few other rats were so interested in the culinary craft.

Owen could manage a few of the simpler things. His own veggie rolls and grilled steak turned out edible, at least. Maybe a little chewy, but that just added to the experience. They were rats. Chewing through stuff was in their nature.

“Here you are.” A plate clatters onto the tabletop in front of Owen. The smell of the broth hits his sensitive nose, and the spoon is in his hand in an instant. The first bite almost burns his tongue, but he doesn’t care. The warm food tastes like the most amazing thing he’s had for a while.

“You know,” Scott says with a smirk as he slides into the booth on the opposite side of the table. “You could always try to make something with the food you steal from the pantry instead of eating it plain.”

Owen pulls the spoon out of his mouth and uses it to point at the farm rat. “That’s what I have you for,” he says around a mouthful of dumpling. “Why would I cook when I could just ask you to make something for me?”

He rolled his eyes. “And here I thought you visit so often because you enjoy my charming personality.”

“It can be for that too. You’re a really good friend, Scott. Who said it can’t be both?”

“Oh. Well, I really appreciate the visits.” A little smile appeared between Scott’s whiskers. His eyes dropped to his own bowl of dumplings and the spoon in his hand. “I don’t mind cooking, though. If it wasn’t so cold outside, I could have brought the food to set up a picnic on your balcony.”

“You wouldn’t have had to bring food,” Owen said, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

Scott’s eyebrows shot up. “How else would I make something for us to eat?”

Owen had to think about that for a moment. “Well, we could try cooking at my place.”

“But you don’t even have a kitchen in your clock tower,” Scott said incredulously, gesturing to their surroundings with a free hand.

Scott’s home was admittedly one of the most complete in the attic. Many rats had plenty of rooms and accommodations. Some had even built up storefronts and businesses outside of their personal nests. Owen’s clock, though, was hollowed out with a mindset more focused on convenience and his own personal interests. There was a small mudroom at the base of the clock, and if you climbed the gears he could reach his tinkering workshop and bedroom behind the clock face. A simple hallway led to an elaborate balcony, but that had admittedly been built by Scott. And that was it. There wasn’t much else that could fit inside.

The grandfather clock didn’t have things like kitchens, cozy living room seating spaces, or teal and orange booths set in the wall where he could eat with company.

Although Martyn’s Bar did have most of that. He supposed that was always an option.

“Fair enough. By the way, how are you feeling?”

Scott’s ears twitched to match the confusion that crossed his face. One ear pressed flat against the back of his head, the other swiveled forward to catch Owen’s words. “What do you mean,” he said, blinking blankly.

“That janitor really got you the other day. We were all scared for you. And when the Mom of the house let you go you were shaking. So I thought I’d ask you how you’re feeling now that things have died down a little.”

The spoon dropped from Scott’s claws. The sudden clatter made Owen flinch. “Sorry,” Scott said hurriedly, scooping up the spoon and shoving another bite of food into his mouth. He looked away as he chewed. One claw shot out, indicating to Owen to wait while Scott finished.

By the way, Scott’s face grew a few shades paler, though, the tinker rat figured that this was more of an attempt to stall. “Scott?”

“Sorry…” Scott took a moment to swallow. The food must have gone down heavy because Owen could hear the gulp from across the table. “Of course I’m fine. You don’t have to worry. It’s not like I’m the only one who’s ever gotten tossed in a cage around here.”

“No, but I’d imagine your experience was a bit rougher than average…” “I said I’m fine.” Owen was surprised by the forcefulness in Scott’s tone. The farm rat was usually so quiet and polite. It wasn’t exactly impolite, but he had made it clear that he wasn’t interested in discussing further. “Although, speaking of which,” Scott continued with some of the curiosity and lightness returning to his voice as he changed the subject. “Any news on the recovery of that crow the daughter was taking care of? Were they able to put a splint on their wing?”

“Oh yeah,” Owen perked right up as memories of today's event started replaying in his head. “They managed to bandage up Kara’s wing a little better. It seems our attempt at first aid was a little lackluster. The wrapping had started coming loose.”

Scott nodded along, fully absorbed in this new conversation. “Well, none of us are medical professionals. How long will it take to heal?”

“I’m not sure, but-”

They carried on like this for the rest of the meal, discussing the day’s events and plans for the Christmas celebration. There was a lot of planning and things to look forward to, and Owen completely forgot about Scott’s dismissive response when he brought up the incident with the cage.

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“Under the table! Under the table! Quick! QUICK!!”

“He’s right behind us!!”

Owen dove nose first under the coffee table left out in the entryway. Claws scrabbled at the tiled floor as he pressed himself beneath the bracers connecting its legs where the butler wouldn’t be able to reach him. As soon as he was out of harm's way, he turned to check if Scott had made it as well.

“Owen!”

His best friend was reaching out to him. His eyes were round with terror as he leaped for safety. “SCOTT!”

A large hand swooped down and the other rat disappeared behind massive fingers. Scott let out a strangled squeak as the human’s grip tightened around him. His muffled voice faded as the hand carried him back up into the air.

“Drat. He got Scott.” Owen watched from his hiding place as the butler made for the lounge. There would be a rat trap in the back corner, nestled up against the fireplace. He’d been caught and tossed in that trap countless times. Once the coast was clear, he could run in and let Scott out. He would just have to keep an eye out for the cats.

Moments passed, and eventually, the disgruntled butler left the lounge empty-handed. Owen couldn’t speak human, but he could tell by the tone of their voice that the butler wasn’t happy. But he was leaving and that was what was most important. That meant the clock was ticking on the opportunity to get Scott out of there.

He pulled himself out from under the table and tore across the linoleum. Please don’t let there be cats. No cats. No cats. No cats.

Luck was on his side today. No big hairballs were prowling around the lounge. It was a straight shot to the fireplace.

“I got you, Scott.” With one great leap, Owen launched himself up onto the platform the cage was resting on. He shoved down the lever on the latch. The metal door fell open with a clank. “Let’s go before he comes back.”

He turned to jump back off the countertop but stopped when he didn’t hear pawsteps behind him. When he looked back, Scott was still inside the cage. He was looking down at the bars on the floor, one hand gripping a wire making up the wall.

“Scott?”

Owen padded back, but Scott still didn’t make any move to leave. “Everything alright,” he asked, ducking into the cage with his friend.

“I’m fine.” Scott’s voice was small. He usually was pretty soft-spoken, but this was even quieter than normal for the farm rat. Now that Owen was closer, he could see Scott’s shaking shoulders and hands.

“Are you sure…”

“I’m sure.” With a deep breath, Scott squared his shoulders. The shaking stopped as a big, empty smile stretched across his face. “Thank you for saving me.” With that, he scampered out of the cage, leaving Owen to follow after.

Owen blinked with surprise. “Hey, wait for me,” he shouted before jumping down after his friend.

Scott looked over his shoulder as he ran on all fours. There’s mischief glinting in his eye. The smile on his face began to look a little more real. “Last one to the attic is a rotten cat!” he calls.

“Hey!” Owen pushes past his concern for his friend. Scott wouldn’t want to talk about it anyway. He was okay now. Everyone got spooked when the humans caught them. That was all it had been. It had to be.

Owen was generally bigger than Scott. Faster than him too. Scott may have a head start on him, but there was no way he was losing this race. “I’m going to make you eat those words!”

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“Hey, have you noticed anything off about Scott lately?”

Owen put the glass in his hand down on the bar counter. Only half of his drink had been emptied, but Martyn was already pouring him another glass. He nodded his thanks, wrapping his fingers around the base of the cup without really lifting it off the bar. “What do you mean?”

It was just the two of them at the moment, but it was getting late and the other rats around the attic would start filtering into the bar sooner or later. That was fine by Owen, it had been a long day. He could sit back and enjoy the warm atmosphere and excessive amount of Christmas decorations Martyn had set up around the business. It was one of the more elaborate builds in the attic and a good place to kill time now that Owen was no longer banned.

“Maybe ‘lately' is the wrong word,” Martyn said, crossing both arms and leaning against the counter from the server’s side. “It’s been going on for a bit, but hasn’t he seemed a bit more twitchy whenever the other humans are passing by?”

Owen smirked and rolled his eyes. “I would hope everyone is twitchy around them. Not keeping your guard up will get you captured. Or dead.”

Martyn shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, you’re not wrong. It just seems to me, like, whenever one of us gets into trouble, Scott immediately is there. He’s always the first to jump when one of us gets caught. He’s almost always the one to flick the switch. And when he gets caught… Well, I’ve never had a panic attack myself before but it sure does make me think of one. I can get freaking out when you’re in one of those cages, but it’s like Scott just… I don’t know. Shuts down?”

Despite himself, Owen couldn’t keep his ears from drooping at Martyn’s words. The other rat’s eyes followed the small movement. How could he not? They were a dead giveaway to Owen’s own thoughts on the matter. “I see. So you’ve noticed it too.”

It shouldn’t surprise the tinker rat that the others would have caught on as well.

“He doesn’t want to talk about it.” Owen stared down at his own reflection in his glass. It looked back at him with a somber expression. “It’s been happening ever since the basement blew up and the janitor caught him. I’ve tried asking him if he’s okay, but he just says that he’s fine. I don’t think he’s actually fine.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Owen shot a glare at the other rat. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s you two who are all buddy buddy all the time. Surely you’ve got something in mind.”

“I don’t,” Owen admitted. “Not really. I guess I’ll just keep being there for him if he needs me. And if he wants to talk about it, then I’ll listen.”

Martyn smiles. He uncrosses his arms and pushes off the bar as he reaches for another glass. “Good plan. And if you want there’s always the option to get him drunk and see if he’ll talk then, huh?”

“Martyn,” Owen hissed in disdain. “Don’t talk like that. That would never work.”

“Well, you might want to tell him that,” the older rat says, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. Owen was about to ask him what he meant by that when Martyn’s attention shifted from him to something behind him. “Hey Scott,” he called, holding up the glass. “What can I do you for?”

“Hey Martyn,” Scott’s voice drifted from the direction of the doorway. “Don’t mind me. I’m just here to see if Owen wants to grab a bite to eat.”

Owen’s breath catches in his throat as he whirls around to see his best friend stepping into the room. “Hi…” He breathes, feeling somewhat panicked. How much had Scott heard? By the serene smile on the farm rat’s face, he hoped the answer was ‘nothing.’ Scott didn’t look like he had heard anything from that conversation. “Hi,” he replied back. “Are you hungry?” “Huh? Oh, yeah. Actually. I’m famished. I just… let me just finish-”

“You know,” Martyn cut in. “I did just pour one out for Owen, and I have plenty of leftover steak I swiped from the pantry earlier today. How about I throw some on a plate for the two of you? On the house.”

Owen shot the other rat a pointed glare, but Martyn was outright ignoring him. The older rat kept his eyes glued on Scott, who perked up at the idea. “That’s really nice of you. Thank you, Martyn. Here, let me pull up a seat.”

“Sure, and let me pour you one of your usuals to go with it.”

“Aww, thanks!”

Owen tried to stare down Martyn. Signal him with his ears or eyes. Something to get the other rat’s attention and get him to stop whatever he was getting at. Martyn noticed him. He smiled at Owen but continued to ignore him as he slipped into the back room to get the steak.

“This is nice,” Scott said, slipping into the stool beside Owen. “It’s been a while since we’ve eaten out or got drinks together. Hope you don’t have any plans after this, because if he starts playing Christmas tunes over the speaker we are doing karaoke.”

“Sure,” Owen said, nervously taking a drink from his glass. He was going to need it. “Let’s see where the night takes us.”

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 15 #“i'm fine”#rats smp #creative writing #ptsd #cages and capture #scott smajor #owengejuicetv #martyn inthelittlewood #avoiding issues

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mindofharry · 2 years

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Scott Street

In which, Y/N is an alien who escaped her planet and Harry is a nerdy human, studying her species. What could possibly go wrong? FLUFF! AND FLUFF! AND MORE FLUFF! please reblog and leave feedback is you enjoyed. Happy reading! :-)

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Y/N hated her planet.

Boring. Misty. Plain.

If a human was to see her planet, they wouldn’t be able to comprehend it. It would be the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen and vice versa for Aliens and Earth. But when you live on a planet for so long - it gets boring. Simple if you will.

Y/N sat on a rock near her home, running her fingers through her long hair. She loved her hair. When you turn 16, you get a permanent pattern. Blue and a strand of pink. Her mother and father had yellow strands, while her brother had white. Pink was her favourite colour and she thinks that Gods knew that.

She looked up at the sky and sighed when she spotted the planet Earth in the distance. Was there anything out there? She hoped there was. The army seem to go out there all the time. They come back with lots and lots of loot each time. Food too. But it’s not as nice as their berries. Everything is so fresh here and Earths food is…. a lot more processed.

Y/N would like to go on adventures with all the men. But her job is to mate and look after the farm and children. Which until a couple months ago, she was happy to do so.

But she hadn’t found her mate yet.

Y/N is one of the most beautiful women in pack. Men and Women sought after her, and of course she indulged a few. But there was no one that made her heart beat so fast she thought it would jump out of her chest. No one made her think of carrying their child, or building a nest together. She couldn’t figure out why.

Maybe her mate was on this planet Earth.

Y/N’s tail perked up at that.

She bit her lip looking around and saw the men gearing up for their next mission to Earth. Her parents work too much to even notice her gone and her brother is in the army - he would never notice either. She looked around again and saw the children with their mothers and she deflated. She wanted that so bad. What was wrong with her that she couldn’t have what they have?

So Y/N decided then and there.

She would go to Earth.

Y/N immediately got up and skipped towards the ship. Without anyone noticing, she hopped on the small ship, and behind the tall packages. This would totally work.

Ten minutes later she was getting dragged out by her brother.

“I will tell mom and dad if you do it again,” Her brother, said in their native language. Y/N stuck her tongue out at him and then turned around thinking of another plan.

She would get on that ship one way or another.

And she did. She ate a bunch of the invisibility berries (that no one is allowed to eat,) and made her way onto the ship. And this time, she wasn’t found.

The ship moved fast, but Y/N slept the whole ride. She dreamt of a family of her own. A nest of her own. A man of her own.

She woke up when she heard a bang come back door of the ship.

“We will leave the ship here. Change into your human forms and stay in them at all times. Meet back her in 3 days,” She heard her brother say.

Human form?

She waited ten minutes for them to leave and then she pressed the button on the back of the door to open it.

Bright. Green. Beautiful.

Her eyes watered as her hair began to move with the wind. She stepped out of the ship and let feet sink into the grass.

“Wow,” She muttered.

Y/N giggled and began to run around, spinning and twirling in this random field. After playing around for a few minutes she heard a snap coming from the trees near the ship. She turned around and looked for any sign of life.

“Woof!”

Y/N moved onto all fours, trying to protect herself. What was this creature? The thing moved towards her, wagging its tail. Y/N growled.

“Hey, boy!” Someone whistled.

Weirdly enough - Y/N could understand him.

Harry moved out from behind the trees and saw a big huge ship.

“Fuck,” He muttered. Then he looked down at his dog and saw….

An Alien? An Avatar?

“Ma’am” Harry said putting his hands up, he started to take off his jacket to hand to her. She backed away.

“Hey, Hey, It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” Harry said softly.

“You are man?” She asked with a thick accent.

“Human. Yes, a man,”

Y/N stood up, showing off her body. Harry tried not to look but it was no use. She’s beautiful. Blue. But beautiful.

“We can mate?” She asked hopefully and Harry blushed a deep red.

“No, we can not,”

She pouted and walked towards Harry. Harry stepped back.

She pointed towards herself, “I will not hurt you, mate,”

Harry shook his head, “I am not your mate. Definitely not your mate,”

Y/N laughed, “You are funny, mate. And your dragon is so cute,”

It was Harry’s turn to laugh. His little simba a dragon? He couldn’t even shit without getting scared.

“He’s a dog,”

Y/N shook her head, “Dragon,”

There was definitely no fighting this woman.

“Do you have a place to stay. To sleep?”

“A nest?” She asked and shook her head sadly. But then she smiled, “You will take me to your nest,” She stated.

Harry sighed and leaned down to put Simba’s lead on and then waved towards the woods.

“Let me take you to my house. You can freshen up and then we can talk,”

Y/N shook her head, “House? No, Nest,”

Harry sighed again - “My nest, yes,”

Harry ushered her through the woods and then to his home which was right next to the field. Luckily there was no one around this area and he lived alone. He opened up the door and led the alien woman inside.

“Make yourself comfortable…”

She smiled, “Y/N,”

He smiled back, “Harry,”

The reason why he was so cool around this was because this is what he studied. What he went to school for. But he had only seen pictures of them, never in person.

While Harry grabbed a pen and paper, Y/N walked into his room. Harry followed her.

Harry sighed, looking at the blue naked woman on his bed. He tried to peel his eyes away, but she made it extremely hard. Currently, this ‘alien’ was rubbing his duvet covers, her eyes wide.

“Can I get you a shirt? Or dress? Or anything?”

The woman, furrowed her eyebrows, “Shhhhirtt?” She asked.

“Oh for god sake,”

“Who is this god you speak of, human?”

Harry laughed to himself, “You have a lot to learn,”

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurbs #alien!y/n #harry styles one shots #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles asks #harry styles x ofc

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blackcatrph · 2 years

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» ━━ UNHINGED DISCORD SERVER SENTENCE STARTERS PART TWO.

quotes taken from a chaotic discord server. nsfw themes present. please alter any pronouns if required when sending.

“ is this what internet edging feels like ? ”

“ on my way to farm your dad i gues. ”

“ gimme those long handles, daddy. ”

“ blood cum tastes like peaches ? ”

“ i love crusty men. ”

“ lick my mind grapes baby. ”

“ you’re going to peg [ name ] with eel tentacles ? ”

“ fold her like a pizza and try her chocolate escalator i guess. ”

“ i don’t want to see jizzing bread. ”

“ i was sobbing from my vagina. ”

“ let me go find a man to suck me. ”

“ i’ll ear you good. ”

“ i’ll live in a tank for him. ”

“ i’m laughing so hard i’m on vibrate mode. ”

“ i lost my lamps. ”

“ you deserve slaps. ”

“ oh good ! you finished ! ”

“ wow, suddenly i’m straight ! ”

“ all roads lead to cannibalism. ”

“ i can’t believe you’re writing mario smut. ”

“ pegging with knives ! ”

“ so the lion fell in love with the limb. ”

“ i don’t want mouldy cock. ”

“ i can’t believe [ name ] caught us in the act. ”

“ i’d sin for you. ”

“ lighting mcqueen revs my gears..”

“ [ name ] puts the cream in scream. ”

“ suck on my tears baby. ”

“ yeah naturally i’m straight for adam driver and his toe sucking. ”

“ i just thought it was funny to make rat dong jokes. ”

“ i’ll lob your ham. ”

“ you’re the fakest lesbian. ”

“ i’ve had better dick. ”

“ because you’re tasty. ”

“ wow what a hot kneecap. ”

“ i too love huffing. ”

“ i would like you’re opinion on my hot dog, please. ”

“ a little hard to ignore when you’re airing it out in public. ”

“ happy ding dong. ”

“ get your elf kink out of here. ”

“ get that green goo off me. ”

“ does you hand eat ? ”

“ i can’t yak this [ name ] ! ”

“ he looks like he's look to break into the porn industry. ”

“ don’t pretend you don’t love a gentle oinking. ”

“ i’m actually dad. ”

“ clouds are gay pirates. ”

“ there’s something about you lately making me want to put my feet in your mouth. ”

“ are we ready, emoji fuckers ? ”

“ i will be making my own lore up about god and jesus ! ”

“ the jello had a great time. ”

“ go low for me baby. ”

“ what that tongue do ? ”

“ help i thought that skull was a soccer ball ... ”

#rp meme #rp ask prompts #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #ask meme #rp memes #rp sentence starters #help this is so chaotic

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antisociallilbrat · 10 months

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It's Mike time baby, he needs some love

-Mike and Bill take scenic drives all the time. In the book Mike's dad would send him to different places around Derry to find or see cool or interesting things and because of that Mike found a lot of great views and he and Bill would take his truck to those spots and just read or talk or cuddle together. Mike is a very astute observer of his friends and so whenever he notices that something's bothering Bill, he whisks him away to these beautiful spots he finds.

-Bev loves to take Mike on days out. She calls them "Adventures". She loves finding new restaurants or coffee shops they've never been to or seeing indie movies she's never heard of at local theaters. Even in a clown-less universe, Mike still spent a lot of his formative years working on the farm instead of having fun so she's trying to make up for that now for him.

-Mike and Eddie take random classes all the time. They love picking up new skills. It started when Eddie got everyone CPR certified and they saw an ad for a cooking class on the way out and they're the only ones interested. Then follows knitting and gardening and dance and so on.

-Mike and Richie both took a gap year before heading to college. They didn't feel ready and so instead they went on a cross-country road trip together. Mike had seen so little in his life and he was so excited. Richie took enough polaroids to fill two albums and was in charge of the music. Mike picked all the stops and was adamant they see every dumb local attraction they could.

-Stan gets Mike incredibly invested in birdwatching as a hobby. At first Stan thought he kept offering to go with him because he's kind, but Mike eventually started getting his own gear and his own bird book, he packed them lunches, and then he found them a local group of birdwatchers for them to join. They stand out a bit as 20-somethings in a group made up of seniors, but that doesn't bother them. Stan still insists they go with just each other about half of the time though.

-One year for Mike's birthday, Ben built him a chicken coop in their backyard. He knew that Mike was happy to be in the city with his friends, but that he was definitely a bit homesick for the farm. Ben helped him hatch some chicks and raise them. They both cried tears of joy when their first chick hatched. Each of the Losers got to name one. The Loser's cook only with Mike's eggs from that day forward.

Rose everytime you grace my inbox it's absolute blessing- and to bring some love for Mike while you're at it <33 aaaaa okay okay

-Mike is so the guy to take long rides to clear his head and I'm happy to think about him including Bill on them. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they listen to music, and other times they just drive in silence with the windows rolled down and breathing in all that open space

-I read this point and the first thing that popped into my head was that 'treat yourself' meme and yes these two do that. They treat themselves to new restaurants and experiences but i can also see them being thrift shop buddies? They've definitely done the bit where you go to like goodwill and pick out silly outfits for the person you're with. They have a good time with it

-Eddie and Mike taking random classes is top tier. Yes they both know how to make pottery, knit, scrapbook and they've taken at least one intro class of a foreign language. It's just fun and sometimes they'll flip a coin to see what's the next class they're going ot.

-Speaking of scrapbooking that came in real handy with this one. Mike and Richie taking a cross country road trip aaaa. I can see Mike sitting in the passenger seat with a map and circling every little tourist trap he wants to go to and him and Richie both being genuinely excited over the littlest things, it's such a sweet image <3

-Stan and Mike birdwatching :( Mike loves animals so of course he'd actually get excited about this and the boy already loves to learn so he eat ups every fact Stan gives him about birds. And honestly these are the two losers that would hang out with a group of seniors- it's very on brand for them. Stan already dresses like an old man and all the old ladies love Mike bc he's so charming. Stan may or may not be jealous.

-Something about how Mike and Ben are already kinda seen as the 'mother hens' of the losers and then them raising actual chickens...and yes Mike has all the kisses for Ben when he sees that chicken coop and the chicks they hatch might as well be their actual children let's be honest

#aaaaa always a pleasure rose!#excited to see what you'll drop in my inbox next #thanks for the ask rose!#sam answers asks #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #stanley uris #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #poly losers club #it 2017 #it 2019 #hanbrough #hanzier #hanslon #mikverly

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bluiex · 1 year

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*Gives you whatever the heck 1 am me wrote* Have some anxious birb calling Scar a sap bc Scar deserves to be a little silly before the big sad.

Night appeared quicker than Scar would’ve liked. Grian sighed.

“I’m gonna check the creeper farm, see if there’s more gunpowder.”

Scar watched as Grian almost ran to the UFO in the sky. An ache crawled from shoulder to shoulder, and it was getting harder to place TNT in the holes Grian made. Doing the same movement for a couple of hours tired his shoulders. He groaned internally, realizing Grian would need to help him eat whatever food they had left. The organization in the chests was back into being a mess. Scar couldn’t remember in which chest he saw their last ration of food.

Grian’s red sweater came closer in the corner of his eye. He rolled his shoulders to ease the ache (he didn’t know why he kept doing that knowing it was useless), and smiled at his partner. Grian had a frown on his face, fingers playing with the hem of the sleeves, wings twitching furiously in the binds. Scar’s smile dropped.

“What’s wrong?” Scar asked, walking closer to bring any sort of comfort.

Grian groaned and ran his hands over his face. “The minecart stopped running, and we barely have enough to cover what I wanted to cover.”

Scar winced, that would spike Grian’s anxiety back.

“That’s so annoying,” Grian grumbled.

Scar tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Well, at least a big chunk of the desert is covered.”

Grian gave him a deadpan look. “What if the Red Army comes from where we didn’t cover the desert? What happens then, Scar?”

Scar’s brain scrambled to find a plan, but seeing Grian spiraling made it harder for him to focus on a solution. “Uh,” was the most intelligent thing that left his mouth. Grian raised his arms in frustration and walked away.

“See? We’re screwed, my trap is going to fail once again, and we won’t get any kills at this point.”

Scar picked his nails. Think, c’mon, think!

“What if we get Scott and Jimmy to help us?”

Grian sent him an unpleasant look. Scar sighed.

“Grian, take some deep breaths for me, would you?”

His partner shook his head, his shoulders trembling. “I try so hard to be useful, to win this war, but I’m just doomed to fail.”

Oh, Scar was having none of it. He determinedly walked to Grian and asked: “Can I touch you?”

Grian shook his head, arms pressed against his side, wings ruffling. Scar’s hand clenched and he crouched in front of Grian.

“G, believe me when I say this, you are amazing with traps. You’re just inexperienced. And nobody has died to traps as far as I know. You’re so creative and your plans helped us get out of sticky situations I put us in.” Scar took a deep breath. “You mean so much more to me than serving me until you lose your first life.”

He made sure to look into Grian’s eyes. Grian’s breath stuttered, eyes wide in disbelief.

“You mean that?”

Scar just wanted to hug him right then and there, but he didn’t have permission, so he softened his face.

“Yeah, I meant every word.”

Grian looked ahead, eyes misty and blank. He gestured Scar to follow him, which Scar did with a skip to his step. Getting up from his crouching position made him fall on his butt and he needed Grian’s help to stand up. He shouldn’t crouch every again. They entered the bunker as the groans of zombies, the rattle of bones and the hiss of creepers filled the silent desert. Scar kept glancing at Grian, not really sure if the paranoia took over him or if he was relaxed. He hummed a melody, not really sure where it came from.

Grian opened one of the chests in the bunker and tossed Scar a golden carrot. He tried to catch it, but missed. He tried to keep his whine in, but at Grian’s look, he knew gears were turning. To Scar’s relief, Grian simply let out a chuckle, small smile on his face.

“C’mere,” Grian said in a soft voice.

Scar obliged, glad to see a smile on his partner’s face. He couldn’t help himself as Grian fed him to make small content noises, probably closer to moans. He just felt happy to be with Grian, and he learned to appreciate the help when his body couldn’t do certain things. Grian simply giggled.

“What’s got you so happy?”

Scar shrugged. “Your smile,” he answered honestly.

Grian let out a surprise sound, almost a choke, disbelief written in his face. He shook his head in laughter and brought a golden carrot closer to Scar’s mouth (he made sure to exaggerate his “nom” noise).

“Sap,” he said fondly.

“You know you love it.” Scar smirked.

Grian rolled his eyes in reply. He leaned closer, a grin forming. Scar’s stomach twisted, nervous but intrigued. Grian gave him a peck on the cheek and took a bite out of the golden carrot.

After they ate, Grian labeled the lever, making sure Scar knew to pull it during the endgame and not before. Scar suggested putting dirt blocks around it, to make sure it was out of sight, but Grian firmly disagreed. Scar had given him a cheeky smirk before walking around it, barely touching it every time. Grian had pulled his hair, squawking and begging Scar to stay put. Scar had laughed and simply grabbed Grian to crash on their temporary bed with him.

Grian squirmed, cheeks red and breath heavy. Scar kept his smirk.

“You’re insufferable,” Grian let out.

“You know you appreciate my company,” Scar replied with a grin.

Grian shook his head, letting out a laugh, and took off the binds of his wings. They puffed up, presenting themselves, and Grian sighed, red dusting his cheeks before he folded his wings. He repositioned himself more comfortably on Scar’s bare chest.

Scar brought his left hand to the base of Grian’s neck, making the avian shiver and fluff his feathers. He rubbed circles there, earning a rumble from Grian’s throat, vibrations tingling his whole body. Scar first thought Grian was purring, but he eventually learned avians made a resounding sound without the noise. Just the oscillations within their throats. Scar adored it and was fully taking advantage of it.

Grian eventually lazily mouthed Scar’s neck, making his partner hum in appreciation. Scar played with his feathers in return, creating a loop back feed on both end. They stayed like that for the whole night, ignoring the threats outside their bunker, living in the present moment, enraptured by each other’s presence.

-- Bloop anon, who's been writing this fic for two months and it just keeps growing, I can't stop it guys. Help /hj

THEY'RE SO IN LOVE THEY'RE SO IN LVOE WAAAAH THIS IS THE CUTEST EVER

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #scarian ficlet

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hermesserpent-stuff · 1 year

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Montana and Quentin (and tinkerer if you want to add him too) 4, 8, 11, 13, and 14 for the ask thing please.

okay!! For the spider nephew au (from this post)

Montana:

How picky are they with food? What will and won't they eat?

Pretty picky. If he had his way, hed only eat southern food. But he branches out a little. He refuses to eat indian food. He likes his chili hot, his tea iced, and his bread fresh.

What colors best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favorites?

That reddish-brown i use for his hair. #6d1d0f Its warm and earthy, exactly his vibe. If pressed he will admit to loving sunset pink. #f88693 ish. He likes watching sunsets/sunrises.

How do they display affection?

Shoulder pats, side hugs, and back rubs. Cooking people food and making sure they are safe.

What theme would they have for a perfect room, if they could get it?

Honestly? He likes simple rustic. Stuff youd find in a farm house, like handmade quilts and lots of wood and warm colors.

What do they do if they can’t sleep?

He wanders. Often will give up on sleep and drink warm coffee. When he was younger he used to go looking for trouble, now he just goes out to watch people and see sunrise.

Quentin:

How picky are they with food? What will and won't they eat?

Down to try anything, but is particularly in love with sweets. If it can have chocolate in it, it will have chocolate in it. Lot of good memories wrapped up in chocolate and baked goods. HATES sea food. So smelly and makes his stomach churn.

What colors best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favorites?

Mm… Bluish purple is the vibe he gives me. I associate that color with magic a lot. And its soft feeling to my eyes and sort of sweet while being a touch mystic. idk. #848ffa He likes a lot of shades of green lol. And that pinkish purple he uses for his bots. 9c336f

How do they display affection?

He loves to bake for the people he likes and is very much someone who hugs people tight. He also just likes to drape himself over people he likes. He also puts trackers on the people he likes and helps them improve their gear to keep them safe

What theme would they have for a perfect room, if they could get it?

Honestly the room at Montana's he has now. So like the inside of a fortune teller's tent with lots of brightly colored fabric, crystals, and old-looking furniture. It also has to have a workspace for costumes and robotics work

What do they do if they can’t sleep?

Listen to music and work. He hates silence and will try to fill his ears with something. If not music a podcast. He would talk to others but refuses to wake anyone else up, so he patiently waits for either company or for sleep

Tinkerer:

How picky are they with food? What will and won't they eat?

Pretty picky. He prefers blander foods and refuses to eat anything with too many spices.

What colors best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favorites?

He feels like metallic grey. Both because he tries to keep himself somewhat blank to those around him and attempts to stay even and because he works with metal. Most of his versions of mysterio’s machines tend to be black, which is his favorite color.

How do they display affection?

Its very reserved. He only touches when he feels the other person really needs it. His affection comes through in protection; better suits and trackers.

What theme would they have for a perfect room, if they could get it?

He is a minimalist at heart. He wants a simple fairly plain room with whites and cool colors.

What do they do if they can’t sleep?

Tinker. Lol. but yeah he works on machines and paces his lab.

#tssm montana #tssm mysterio #tssm tinkerer #tssm #spider nephew au #hermes speaks #ask hermes

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recapcrew · 11 months

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New Life Recap Week One

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Intro

Welcome one and all to the New Life Recap, a new series covering the new server from your favorite creators. This series functions as a sequel to Afterlife, and for those of you who need a refresher, here’s how it works:

Each person gets assigned a random origin to start with, a funky set of powers that can help, hinder, or otherwise change the Minecraft experience. When they die, their origin is rerolled to something new. They have 6 lives, and once all 6 are gone, that person’s out of the series.

Got it? Then let’s go!

Owen

And Owengejuicetv is here to start the series with a bang! Except not the fun kind.

Sparrow, Owen’s character, is a human who’s come to this strange land to study hybrids. The crash means he needs to get set up quickly before he can actually do any of that studying, but once the general tree punching is out of the way he ends up meeting a swarm of bees invested in the technical world. His first ever meeting with a hybrid! He documents the encounter/takes a selfie with her, and soon after encounters a teleporting guy via the man appearing in his face.

Scott

Said teleporting man is Dangthat’salongname, also known as Scott Smajor! Scott is a transporter, which means he's definitely thinking with portals, and can transport people wherever he likes. He doesn't only terrorize his neighbors, he is rather invested in making a house a home and he has the vegetable garden to show for it.

There’s plenty of the usual early Minecraft necessities from everyone; tree punching, stone mining, farm building, showing off your worldbending powers to your neighbors - the works.

Gem

With her origin being a swarm of bees collectively functioning as a single person, Geminitay’s powers of animal breeding and hovering might be less flashy, but they’re quite handy for setting up early farms to try out the new cooking mechanics. Cabbage rolls are definitely a staple.

Gem buzzes around and meets the neighbors, all the while getting various tech set up - including several xp farms! She takes an ill-fated trip into the nether, where her confidence soon outgrows her hearts and she dies in battle.

fWhip

The Nether claims more lives than just hers! fWhip starts this series as a Roadrunner, capable of zooming all over the place - and we says “starts” because just like Gem, he makes the mistake of stepping into a Nether structure a bit too early, and-

He comes back as a Hare, trading out speed for jumping ability, which is perfect for building up to the roof of his starter house. It doesn’t reduce fall damage, but surely that won’t matter for a while-

Well. Two down already.

Fwhip is now a Trickster, able to change his size and teleport in a blink. It’s actually quite convenient for finishing his house, and its fancy gears.

That’s right, the origins aren’t the only twist this season - several people have already started digging into the Create mod and its steampunk potentials, with windmills and waterwheels popping up across the server. Place your bets now on who’ll build the first doomsday device (my money’s on Scott).

Jimmy

SolidarityGaming doesn’t need to build a doomsday device, though - he IS one! No really, Jimmy’s origin is Bad Guy, and he can summon a bomb primed to explode whenever he wants. He’s such a Bad Guy that he breaks his own waystone to his dream house, which does earn him the nickname Ken from the others, among other bits of teasing.

Bad Boys - er, Bad Guys also only eat meat, so Jimmy builds a barn that matches his house and chucks a couple of chickens inside for later. He sneaks over to Martyn’s place for some revenge pranking, and Bad Guys don’t watch their step.

Bad til the end.

A fan favorite returns to this server; fanart! They’ve brought back a plugin that allows them to make a painting out of just about any image, and many creators are already allocating space for contributions from the community.

In some cases, whether they’re wanted or not.

Katherine

That image is courtesy of Katherine Elizabeth, who’s disappointed to be just a human for now, though that’s quickly wiped away by the joy of a modded world. She’s finding so many sticks and rocks; maybe that’s why she keeps making stone tools in sets of 4. And it’s not just the friendly mobs that are modded.

[KATHERINE] Uh, what is that? Is that a cobblestone creeper? Hello? …Maybe I shouldn’t mess with that today.

[NARRATOR] Her house is classically Katherine, a perfect fit no matter what origin she is or will be. Or what anyone thinks of her star windows.

[KATHERINE] Uh, wait what?

[PEARL] I knew this was your house, I could tell.

[KATHERINE] Wait—

[SAUSAGE] Every single series, a star window!

[MARTYN] We could see this from hundreds of blocks away, stars. Stars, stars, stars, stars, stars!

[KATHERINE] Its on brand!

Sausage

[NARRATOR] TheMythicalSausage is a ghast, if you couldn’t tell from that explosion, but he’s more into building than destroying so far. The difference between a starter home and a starter base is the machinery, and Sausage’s place is a base, complete with a little assistant!

[SAUSAGE] He’s come to life. 1, 2, 3! Hello! How you doing? This is my assistant everybody. Rusty, this is everybody, everybody, this is rusty. Say hello!

[NARRATOR] He gets the waystone set up and decorated so people can come visit, and get into shenanigans, as people on this server are wont to do.

The last visitor, Sparrow, has questions about powers, and Sausage has a working theory about how to acquire them.

[OWEN/SPARROW] Yeah?

[SAUSAGE] Either you die, or someone can kill you.

Pearl

[NARRATOR] Powers are a mixed blessing, anyways - PearlescentMoon is excited for her first dive into modded Minecraft, and the Copper Golem origin gives her plenty to deal with right out the gate!

[PEARL] I have gotta get used to the fact that I cannot go in water!

[NARRATOR] While exploring, she finds a brave dog fighting off some skeletons, and gets it to come along; always nice to have a companion! The two of them spot a house on a hill, and inside is a bundle- and a terrifying monster that Pearl quickly runs away from before it can do worse than blind her. Nearby is Sausage’s house, and Pearl has her own thoughts on Rusty’s treatment.

[SAUSAGE] Rusty! You summoned a Pearlescentmoon! Hi! Are you my new worker?

[PEARL, LAUGHING] No, I’m not working for you, you can’t sucker me into that!

[NARRATOR] With Sausage’s help, she goes back and kills the illusion monster, and settles down in the plains she found earlier. A peaceful enough start.

Martyn

Unlike Pearl, Martyn Inthelittlewood’s taking his Chillager origin as a challenge, testing his icy powers in quite the dangerous manner.

[MARTYN] Don’t be the first person to die on the whole server, you read for this? GO! Freeze mode!

[NARRATOR] He’s settled down in the snowy peaks of a mountain, but even an iceman isn’t safe against the geysers glitching and causing permanent levitation.

[MARTYN] Why am I still going up? When does it stop? It looks as though its infinite! Hello? How do I get back down to Earth?

[NARRATOR] At least it's cold up there!

He gets down with some help from Scott, and discovers some goat-themed creepers living in his mountain. Sounds like the perfect pets for a Chillager.

[MARTYN] I kinda wanna get nametags and name every single one of them Colin, so we can build… A colony!

Joey

[NARRATOR] Joey Graceffa has been a fairy before, but now he’s an EVIL fairy with shadow magic - more importantly, he’s got wings. To make the most of them, he needs rockets, and that means trading for resources with his best asset: wishes!

[JOEY] Stop it, ok, I will grant you any wish you could ever want for this 32 iron.

[GEM] Any wish?

[JOEY] I’m a fairy, that’s what I do.

[NARRATOR] Fwhip gives him gunpowder and wishes for iron, and so Joey gets the iron from Gem and gives her her own wish; like a wish-based pyramid scheme.

He also ropes Gem into helping him clear out a local mushroom piglin village for his new home, so perfect for a fairy!

[JOEY] Oh!

[NARRATOR] It was good while it lasted, we guess.

Joel

Maybe someone else can use Joey’s rockets now.

Smallishbeans is a hippogriff - sorry, a hippo CALLED Griff. And he can fly, as all hippos can. And also carry things like cows, and people.

Griff builds himself The Nest, which is not an actual nest, but is his house and has no roof and it’s called The Nest, so there. Also his waystone is Hippo Hooray.

[JOEL] I’ll leave some space now for you to laugh at that joke.

[NARRATOR] There’s another thing Griff can carry, if he can find it in the swamp - and he does! A red panda joins him, getting shown off to the neighbors before coming to rest in the Nest. Now it’s a home.

SeePeeKay

The week is not complete without mentioning SeaPeeKay, another human in the group and incredibly confused as to… everything.

He has some fun running about a village and trading with an oceanographer, before looting some ocean structures and finding a cache of axolotl floaties. He meets with Scott, who demonstrates his teleportation abilities - even if they weren’t supposed to go to the Uh-Oh room.

[SCOTT] This isn’t where it was meant to go, this is—oh, it does that sometimes, oh, sorry.

[SEAPEEKAY] Where am I?

[SCOTT] Its fine, don’t worry, just use the portal thing and go back to spawn.

[NARRATOR] While at spawn, an odd chest trades SeaPeeKay a bikini for one of his floaties.

From there it’s a whirlwind of faces; Fwhip, Joel, Sausage, and even Gem show off their powers to SeaPeeKay, who is starting to feel a bit envious of all these people. Maybe he’ll find that Sparrow guy and see if he knows anything about how to get powers of their own!

A quick note; if you think you’ve seen someone around that we haven’t mentioned, we’re trying to let people upload their first video before we introduce them - though that might be difficult for some, OLI.

[OLI] Wait, they’re not supposed to look at me!

[JIMMY] Sorry!

[OLI] Can’t look-- Don’t look at me!

Outro

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wait okay I actually have a weirdly specific question combining your Clint knowledge and also your Equine Specialist knowledge

what kind/breed of horse do you think would be best for Clint for like semi-long distance travel (like a few hundred miles) and how far do you think they could get in a day of travel?

OOOOOOOH THIS IS A FUN QUESTION

So a general rule of thumb for horses is 20% of their weight is what we can put on their back without there being injuries, discomfort, etc.

Now because Clint is a big dude he won’t be able to get on some fast little speedster without side effects. Clint is canonically 6’3 and 230 lbs so while speed and distance would have worked awesome on an Arabian he’s just a bit on the too big side to be able to get away with riding one for long distance.

There are horse breeds that are considered lighter rides for heavier folks, like Mustangs, Quarter, and American Paint horses, but you’re going to have to be looking for the larger of the breeds. Not impossible but we are in a fake scenario so let’s go for a different bread that’s bigger. You’re going to have to work into the weight of saddle, gear, etc so we aren’t just throwing 230 lbs on that horse! Western saddles can range from 25-60 lbs. Plus whatever else he is dragging along with him so we are gonna say he has about 300+ lbs on this horse.

To avoid discomfort for the horse I’m gonna settle with a heavier breed but we are gonna have to give up speed for this. So hopefully Clint isn’t trying to go anywhere fast. Let’s go with the classic Clydesdale! These are BIIIIIIG babies, like 16-19 hands high big. They can get up to 2,000 lbs and they’re built for heavy farming and pulling large loads. BUT that’s not the only thing they are good for.

They’re actually incredible trail horses. Why? Because they’re so large their gates tend to absorb impact and so the rides are super smooth, which means if he needs to fire off from his bow? That’s gonna be a hell of a steady shot, that and they don’t spook easy. Why would you when you’re that big, right? They’re very gentle and docile horses too, with the sweetest temperaments. The ones I’ve been around have been like gentle giants. Even when they took food from my hand and their little whiskers tickled my palm, they never once got over excited and accidentally nipped or got rough.

Now the downside? You’re going to be giving up speed. They’re BIG so they’re just not going to move like an Arabian would. I believe the fastest recorded Clydesdale was at 20 mph.

Now just because a horse can move like that doesn’t mean you should be pushing them like that. On average you shouldn’t be pushing your horse friend more than 25-35 miles a day UNLESS otherwise trained. We don’t want them getting hurt and while Clydesdales are STONKY they aren’t invincible and they gotta eat, ESPECIALLY traveling long distance and boyyyyyy can they eat.

Is the Clydesdale a bit of an over-reach for a 230 lbs male? Maybe, but I’ve seen some nasty horse injuries because of underestimation and I’d rather be safe than sorry. A big horse for a big boy.

#hawkzeyes #THIS WAS FUN #AHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION

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