#also i'm sorry for how late i am getting this out everything wanted to nope out on me today but !

[vertiny]

SARAH'S RIN-SOCIATION ♡

happy birthday rin ( @dinoes ) !!! i hope today is a wonderful day for you bc you deserve nothing less 🫶🥰 ik we haven't talked much yet but you've been nothing but welcoming and sweet, constantly making me (almost) cry-- in a good way FKDJSJ you're so kind to little ol' me and that means a lot 🥹 you remind me of warm fairy lights in the way i instantly feel peaceful and relaxed around you 🩵💖 can't wait to see what 2024 brings you, and i can only hope i'm around to see it all. ilysm you deserve the most 🫶💛💖🩵

under the cut is a little bday ramble + an explanation for why these idols are associated 🫶

wooyoung - well . the biggest reason for this one is ofc @/wouyoung but other than that ! he's such a warm, goofy and loving person, just like you !! he gives off the vibes of someone who has the ability to make you feel at ease instantly and you are the same !! i know i've told you that i'm someone who is always an admirer from afar bc Shy™, but i really felt like the second we started talking that any nerves i had went out the window immediately bc you were (and still are heh) so kind and open and you're always engaging with me and my thoughts and you don't mind my (sometimes nervous) ramblings

dongheon - now look, i can't exactly explain this one KSJDG but for some reason when i think of who i associate with you, heoni is like . right up there? both of you are really happy people, always ready to be silly seconds after some serious moments and it's a really nice ability to have within your personality. dongheon might not be a bias you have out of the vrvr boys, but he's a rin dude in my head 🤭 (+ your octopus comment reminded me of heoni being the same<3)

jongho - putting him in my pocket alongside you so you'll have company in there 🥰💖 that brief time you had your url changed to jongsan too really cemented them into my head as rin dudes too (and bc he's obvi a bias !)

yongseung - bc he's in your carrd !! and he's a funky lil dude, and from the bits i know of you and have seen on your blog / on the dash, it's no question that yongs would be a bias, at least for me. he's like dongheon in the sense of "this is a rin dude" without having a proper explination? plus imo all hwanwoong biasers are bound to bias yongseung too<3 KJSDGH idk it makes sense, they're debut besties in the way vrvr and oneus debuted the same day AND in the way that hwanwoong and yongseung are friends too !! (took them forever to get each other's numbers bc vrvr only had emails but SDJFGHK)

san - i would like to give him a hug and so like . a BIG hug to you too 🥺 + there's always ppl out there saying that san is intimidating and before i got to talking to you, in my head, you were kinda the same bc it felt like you were such a big presence, y'know? and while, to me, you still have that big presence, the "intimidation" has more moved to "i've just befriended this giant puppy dog who's the most affectionate"? if that makes any sense AT ALL LMAO i don't blame you if none of my sentences make sense to you

hwanwoong - he's just a little dude. lmao jk i kid (or do i?) but he's got such a fierce determination and such a strong power behind himself and idk i get the same feeling from you and that makes me smile. plus your hwanwoong url too LMAO

tbh all of these guys could have a "they're so nice and warm and kind and welcoming and i love them a lot just like you" attached to them and it'd be 100% true !!! so i'm sorry about some of them being longer than the others 😭 anyways, again happy birthday beloved ! i hope today was / is a good one bc you deserve it 🥰🥺💗💛

[mj-iza-writer]

:3 I just had a silly late night crack thought that I had to share and you were the first person who i thought of:

Imagine instead of a collar as punishment you have ✨cone of shame whumpee punishment✨

poor pet crawling around bumping into every corner with the ✨c o n e ✨ makes me giggly

yours truly who should be sleeping ~ 🦊

I ended up falling asleep writing for this, but I love it so much.

This is a great idea, and I love the concept. I also love that I was the first person you thought of.

Hope you like the story, and I hope you got some sleep:

"Alright, hold still", Whumper sighed as they knelt and wrapped a giant plastic item around Whumpee's head.

Whumpee grew more concerned as they felt it tighten then click.

"Wait what is this?", Whumpee reached up and tried to pull it off, "what are you doing to me now?"

"That, my dear pet is lovingly called the cone of shame. You need to stop picking at your lips while they heal", Whumper grinned as they stood, "maybe this will help."

"But, but, but", Whumpee staggered, "this isn't fair."

"I'm sorry Whumpee, it's for your safety. You just made your lip bleed again", Whumper sighed, "it's not fair that I have to keep such a close eye on you."

Whumper turned to the door and started to walk out of the room.

"Wait", Whumpee hurried to crawl after them. The cone caught on the side of the wall and forced their head to turn.

"Ou..ch", Whumpee groaned as they shook their head trying to get the cone off.

Whumper tried to hide their laugh, but a small chuckle escaped.

"It's not funny", Whumpee complained, "that hurt."

Whumper pulled out their phone, "no my dear you're wrong, that was hilarious", they snapped a picture and smiled at their phone, "that's my new screen saver."

Whumpee sighed in frustration.

"Did you have a question?", Whumper stepped closer and readjusted the cone.

"How am I supposed to eat and drink with this thing on?", Whumpee tried to reach their face, "I definitely won't be able to get to my bowls."

"Just tell me you need something and I'll help you", Whumper frowned, "it's not coming off until I say so. That's final."

Whumpee held their head in shame and turned to crawl away. Whumper could hear tiny whimpers and sobs as Whumpee tried to find a way to get comfortable.

Whumpee bumped into a shelf, another wall, and the couch on their way to find some sort of comfort.

"This is so uncomfortable", they rolled around in frustration until they accidentally bumped into Whumper's legs.

"What are you doing now?", Whumper grinned as Whumpee tried to sit up.

"Trying to get comfortable", Whumpee rolled their eyes, "I can't lay down and I can't sit down comfortably. There is no way for me to look out the window because this isn't see through. I don't exactly want to be in a crawling position until you do decide to take it off."

Whumper made a frustrated sigh, "how is the grumpy puppy going to get by with this one sudden inconvenience that has popped up in their other wise comfortable life, hmm?"

Whumpee frowned.

"Maybe puppy could use a nap", Whumper grinned.

"I'm about to pee in your shoes and show you how bad I can truly be", Whumpee pulled at the cone again.

"You will not like the punishment if you do that, but how about we go outside if you need to pee", Whumper started to walk to the door.

Whumpee watched.

"Come on", Whumper beckoned.

"Can the cone come off?", Whumpee started to crawl and waited for Whumper to click the leash to their collar.

"Nope, it's stays on", Whumper led them to the door and out.

Whumpee struggled to see where a good spot would be to do their business. The cone was in the way of everything.

After a few minutes, they did their thing and waited for Whumper to clean them up.

Once inside Whumpee looked at their water dish.

"Could I have some water please?", Whumpee sat by the dish.

"Yes you may", Whumper came over held the bowl for Whumpee while they drank.

"How about you take a nap. You do look pretty tired", Whumper patted their head.

"It's hurting my neck. It feels like it's rubbing against my skin. Plus my neck feels tired", Whumpee rubbed under the cone, "please take it off."

"Whumpee, it's not coming off yet", Whumper gently rubbed their neck, "it does look a little chaffed though."

Whumper went to find some lotion.

Whumpee turned to follow, but the cone rubbed against the wall. They went to back up but tripped and fell forward.

"THATS IT", they yelled and reached up to force the cone off. They rolled on the floor trying to fight it.

Whumper quickly grabbed their hands and held them down.

"It's okay", Whumper whispered gently, "puppy needs to take a deep breath, and think about the situation."

Whumpee still fought against Whumper, but quickly remembered their owner was much stronger.

Whumpee took several deep breaths before relaxing their arms.

"Has the puppy settled down?", Whumper whispered again.

"Mmm-hmm" Whumpee grunted.

"What do you think would have happened if you got the cone off?", Whumper released their grip.

"I would have been punished", Whumpee rolled onto their stomach.

"Yes, you would have", Whumper nodded, "I understand the cone is not comfortable, and you can't move as well, but if you break a rule you will be punished. Right now the rule is that that cone stays on until I say so."

"Yes Master", Whumpee rested their head on the floor, "you mentioned a nap earlier."

"Yes I did", Whumper nodded.

"May I lay my head on your lap and get pets?", Whumpee looked up quickly, "please?"

"I think we can do that", Whumper smiled, "let's put some lotion on your neck and some ointment on your lips, then you can cuddle."

Whumper gently applied the lotion around Whumpee's neck.

"I hate how chaffed that cone is making you. Your neck is very red", Whumper frowned, "I'll have to research other options to see if there is something better."

Whumper reached for the lip ointment and inspected the sores.

"They look so much better, at least you can't pick at these right now", Whumper started to apply the ointment, "they should heal up nicely. We need to do better, your lips get chapped so easily."

Whumpee rubbed their lips together as Whumper put the medicine away.

"Alright let's get you covered up, then I'll sit down", Whumper grinned, "and I'll do the one job you think I'm good for."

Whumpee grinned as Whumper finally sat down. They scooted to them and rested their head on Whumper's lap.

Whumper moved the cone around so it sat a little more comfortably.

"Thankyou master", Whumpee happily fidgetted with the blanket.

"You're welcome", Whumper turned on the TV. They nonchalantly ran their hand along Whumpee's body several times before resting it on Whumpee's shoulder.

Whumper grinned when Whumpee let out a few soft snores.

"Good Whumpee."

After a while Whumpee felt Whumper get up. They jumped a little at the movements.

"You can continue resting, I'm going to make dinner", Whumper smiled, "you know what?"

Whumper looked over the cone, "don't make me regret this", Whumper unlocked and removed the cone, "be good for me Whumpee."

"Yes Master, thankyou so much", Whumpee happily felt their face and moved around freely, "this feels so good."

"I'm glad", Whumper chuckled.

Whumper wasn't in the kitchen for to long before they came back.

"Whumpee do you want fries or.... WHUMPEE!", Whumper yelled.

Whumpee was on the floor, fingers resting on their lips in a picking movement.

"I didn't do anything", Whumpee whined, "I-I'm sorry."

"Whumpee your killing me, I just took off the cone", Whumper sighed and walked to them, "Whumpee you're bleeding again."

"Please I don't want the cone on me... please. I'm sorry", Whumpee backed away from them, "please", they whined.

"I'm not putting it on you", Whumper sighed, "I'm doing something else."

Whumpee gulped, "wh-what?"

Whumper pulled out some rope he had stashed in a shelf nearby and knelt by Whumpee.

"No, no please", Whumpee begged.

"Either fucking turn, or I'll turn you myself", Whumper talked in their mean voice.

Whumpee whimpered but turned away from them and moved their arms to their back.

"Grip your fingers tightly", Whumper ordered as they began to tie the rope.

Whumpee blubbered as the knots were added tightly. The rope extended from their wrist to their upper arm.

"I will not put that cone on, but you will now be sleeping like this", Whumper stood, "the cone would be to hard to sleep in, but you should be use to my arm binding tie."

Whumpee weakly nodded as their body shook.

"I'm sorry Master", they whined.

"I know you are sorry that you got caught", Whumper patted Whumpee's head, "if you were truly sorry you wouldn't have picked at your lips again."

Whumpee looked down.

"It's okay Whumpee, let's finish dinner and just relax tonight. I'll apply some more ointment later", Whumper started to walk to the kitchen.

Whumpee butt scooted to follow.

"Fries master", Whumpee whispered, "may I have fries?"

Whumper nodded as they started to cook.

Whumpee sat in the kitchen wanting to stay in Whumper's sight.

They wanted to be a good pet for Whumper, so this was the best way they knew how.

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[gigglymarvel]

From Strangers to Sisters - Prologue

The back story to our series, enjoy! ❤️

After Ultron, Wanda had grown close to Clint who promised to watch out for her, but she also was taken under the wing or web, in this case, of the Black Widow.

The two had become like sisters. However, when the team was ripped apart by the Accords, Natasha went on the run and rediscovered not only her younger sister but her “parents” after destroying the Red Room with them. 

Her parents were more at a distance, but they did give her a second family, and Yelena and Natasha came back with Cap to break Wanda out of the prison cell. While she appreciated the time with Vision as her protector in hiding, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken at the loss of the family she felt she'd built when the team came together, that is, until Yelena made a comment about how Wanda was always low and hanging onto a red jacket that seemed to be in Yelena's memory as the redheaded widow's at one point, and Nat realized her neglect of her dear friend. 

Wanda has given up on trying to get any sort of family back, as they always seem to end up being ripped away from her. She chose to keep to herself in her room, concluding that it was best to keep to herself. 

Nat knocked gently on her door, “Wands?” She asked softly. The young witch jumped at the sudden sound, just letting out a grunt in response, thinking that Natasha just wanted to use her for her magic or something.

“Can I come in?” The Widow asked softly. Wanda just sighed, curling up a little tighter.

“I do not have the energy to help you with my magic right now.” She murmured.

Nat was hurt at that comment but couldn't blame the young witch for feeling this way, it had been all business lately, and she knew she should've seen this sooner. “I'm not here for your magic, Wands. I've missed you.” 

“I think you miss your sister more though, so you can make up for lost time with her, it’s more than what I can do with my brother.” She told Nat straight out, numb to the world.

The Widow was shocked at her words, but instead of leaving, went to her on the bed and rubbed her back, “Wanda, I'm not leaving you. Just because Yelena is back in my life, and we've had missions together, doesn't mean I don't see you as my younger sister anymore. We built something too, and I'm sorry I've neglected it after everything.” 

Wanda initially flinched away at the touch. “You don’t have to say that, I am used to everything being taken away from me, so it’s fine.” She murmured, hesitant to relax into the feeling.

Natasha scratched her back still, running her other fingers through her hair, “I'm not saying it because I have to, I mean it. I've missed you, Wanda.”

The Scarlet Witch shrugged, trying to push Nat away by moving away from her. “All of this is not necessary, you are wasting your time.”

The Black Widow furrowed her brow, “Okay Wanda, you leave me no choice.” As she gently began wiggling her fingers into the younger woman's sides and belly. 

Wanda’s eyes widened, already flinching away and beginning to squirm, trying to get away from her fingers. “Nono don’t you dare, surely you’d rather do stuff like this with Yelena…”

Nat grinned, “Nope I'm gonna tickle you to pieces! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo little witchy woo!” The older redhead tickled the witch and gently wiggled her fingers into her ribs, making her squeal and roll away from her.

“Nope, you’re not.” She tried to defend herself as she covered her mouth.

The Widow smirked and crossed her arms, snagging Wanda's feet into a headlock, scritching into her socked arches with her short nails. 

Wanda yelped, reaching to shove Natasha whilst pulling helplessly at her legs, a few giggles slipping out. “Quit ihit!”

“Aww, there's that laugh I've missed!” She grinned at the witch’s plight as she gently tickled under her toes, “Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo I've got your toesies!” 

“You’re not getting any more!” She whined, not wanting to use her magic in case she scared Nat, she just scrunched her toes up and shook her head.

The spy wasn't fazed, however, and tickled her nails along Wanda's arches, hunting for any particularly sensitive spots, and then managed to slide her socks off in a millisecond, attacking her bare feet, “Oh dear it seems we need better access to find the Scarlet Witch’s lost smile.” 

Wanda squeaked, reaching forward to try and shove Nat’s hands away, the arches of her feet almost breaking her. 

“The itsy bitsy spiders tickled Wanda’s feet. Down came the legs and danced a little bit. Out came her smile and chased away sad brain and she and Natasha could be best friends again,” the spy sang playfully, giving it her all as her fingers traced and then randomly skittered along her arches, above her heels and below her soles. 

The witch blushed, squealing whenever Nat would touch her arches, a few more giggles slipping out as she kept pulling at her legs.

The older woman then sat on her shins, gently turning, “Hmm let's give your feet a break and try somewhere else?” And with that, she tried jellyfishing and squeezing above her knees, and spidering around her thighs, ticklishly exploring and playing with Wanda. 

“Fuck!” She squeaked, the knee squeezing causing her to break a little more as she whined and let out a couple of light giggles, still attempting to shove at Natasha’s hands.

The ex-spy smirked, gentle as a feather but quick as lightning and secure as steel, Nat sat her knees on Wanda’s wrists, “Let's give your hands a little vacation, shall we? Some acupressure, let's call it.” The redhead smirked as she wiggled her fingers above the witch’s belly. 

Wanda squeaked when her hands were pinned, thankful that her knees were pretty much skipped, but squirmed around when Nat threatened her with an attack on her belly. “Noho…”

However, the redhead was playfully cruel, shrugging, “Okay!” And reached back to squeeze above her knees rapidly. Then, just as quickly, she fluttered lightly and slowly all over Wanda's tummy, “Oops changed my mind.” 

“FUHUHUCK!” Wanda yelped, the rapidly changing attacks causing her to crack, she kicked out and thrashed helplessly as she pulled at her hands whilst sucking her belly in, her thin shirt not helping.

Nat decided to go in for the “kill” and slowly and gently rolled Wanda's shirt up, “Uh oh peekaboo, I can see your tummy boop,” she smiled and gently poked around her belly to tease her, spidering her nails light and slow before suddenly sucking in air and, “PFFFFFTT!” Raspberrying just below her belly button, shaking her nose in as she raked her nails up and down the younger woman's sides. 

“NAHAHAHAT I HAHAHAHATE YOU SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Wanda screeched out, helpless, free laughter came out of her as she shook her head helplessly.

The Widow chuckled, letting her breath momentarily, “Aww you hate me? That's too bad, I looove you.” She giggled, curious to see what Wanda would say. 

“You… what?” Wanda asked after she took a moment to breathe, not knowing if she heard the Widow correctly or not.

Natasha tilted her head, gently brushing hair out of Wanda's face, “I've never actually said that to you? I love you, Wanda. You helped me believe in sisterhood again. The boys are family sure but you, you showed me sisterhood could exist and you're probably the main reason I was even able to repair my relationship with Yelena after we nearly strangled each other the first time in person after a decade or more.” 

She bit her lip, hesitant to believe her. “I-I- what?” She asked in disbelief.

The Widow looked at the witch softly, now laying on her to hug her tightly, trying to show she was sincere, “Yes, Wands…you did that for me. And you still do, I've just been absent and I'm truly sorry because I have really missed you.” 

“But what about Yelena? You grew up with her you’re finally reunited with her despite a rocky beginning.” Wanda asked, still hesitant to believe her.

The redhead smiled gently, “We've had a rocky forever. This is the closest to stability we've ever known besides little glimpses of “normal” sisterhood. But normal 13-year-olds don't fly planes with their sister crying and their parents shot or nearly so. And my relationship with her doesn't take away what you and I have or what we've built, and I'd like to make more memories with each of you maybe both of you together.” Natasha said softly, her voice hesitant but hopeful. 

“You’d want me to be included? But what about what i’ve done? I may panic and use my magic and scare everyone” Wanda asked quietly.

“Not Yelena and I, we've done horrible things too,” Nat assured as she pulled her closer, “We'll help you.” 

Wanda just went quiet for a moment. “You’re not going to give up on this, are you?” She asked.

Natasha smiled and rested her forehead on Wanda's, just like she'd do to reassure Yelena, “Nope.” Wanda couldn’t help but pause her stubbornness and that, she just sighed and briefly pulled away. “Whatever…”

The Widow smirked, and shook into the witch’s ribs, “All that and I get a whatever? A whatever?” She teased and began her playful attacks again. 

Wanda gasped, squealing as she broke into giggles again. “Yehehehes you dohohoho!”

She giggled at the witch and raspberried her neck and then cheekily nibbled her ribs, making Wanda screech with giggles and shove at her hands. “Okahahahay you wihihihin!”

Nat stopped immediately, pulling Wanda into a tight hug, almost into her lap as she moved off her. The witch assumed Nat wanted her that close was an accident and moved off her.

The Widow spoke this time, “Nooo, come here,” she said softly, trying to be lighthearted as she pulled the younger woman back into her lap and rocked her. 

Wanda bit her lip, not used to this type of affection, so hesitant to accept it. “But I am not a baby” she replied innocently.

“I'm not swaddling you, I'm just holding you,” Natasha said softly, the witch just shrugged, sitting there awkwardly. 

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” The redhead asked softly, rubbing her back. But Wanda shook her head. “I’m just not used to it…”

“We can work on that,” Nat assured her, holding her close. The witch sighed in response, pretty much giving in as she wanted to get closer to Natasha.

Just then a blonde head popped in the door, “Oh heeeey there you guys are. Wanda, would you like to be doing a movie night? Kate Bishop has just appeared and I am making the Mac and cheese, and I have extra hot sauce. Maybe a Sokovian like you appreciates my taste?” 

Nat smiled and rolled her eyes, chuckling, “What do you say, Wanda? Wanna save me from being a third wheel and their crazy antics?” 

Yelena’s mouth dropped open, and she reported playfully, “I did not say you could come, Natasha,” the blonde smirked and giggled. 

The redheaded widow raised her eyebrows, “Well, in that case, we'll stay here and let you and Kate clean up the popcorn fight you'll surely have on the couch.”

Yelena rolled her eyes, “Fine fine you may join. Wanda?” The blonde widow smiled at the witch, who widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Oh, uh, sure.” She replied quietly, but tugged Nat to come with her, feeling a little hesitant about this whole ordeal.

However, she was glad to step out of her comfort zone, as the evening was the start of what would soon be an incredibly close bond she didn’t realize she craved.

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 23

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"Happy Valentine's Day, Declan Rice."

"Happy Valentine's Day, your Royal Highness. I'm sorry for calling you this late, today has been hectic."

"It's ok, don't worry. I've also had a busy day getting everything ready for my trip to South Africa."

"I'm gonna miss you so much when you leave..."

"You'll be fine, Declan. With all the games you are playing while I'm gone, you won't have time to miss me. And we'll be in the same time zone, we can keep calling each other."

"Yeah... But if I'm really needy, I'll have you kilometers away, not as close as I have you now."

"If you are needy, you have some of the photos from our Christmas dinner. Use them" I smirk.

"It isn't the same and you know it."

"Do you have early training tomorrow?"

"I sadly do, yes. Were you planning on paying me a visit?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

"Since you seem to be so needy..."

"Urgh, it sucks that we can't see each other on Valentines Day."

"It is like any other day, Declan."

"Yeah, but it is our first Valentine's Day together. I wanted to have a lovely dinner together, maybe watch a movie, then make love until the sun comes out... Those things."

"Those things" I laugh. "But are we back to making love?"

"It's Valentine's Day. You must be romantic."

"And on your birthday we fucked..."

"Because we had to celebrate that I was alive for another year."

"Ok" I laugh again. "So should I expect the same for my birthday in a couple of months?"

"You should. You definitely should" he says, giving me that look that makes my body burn.

"Eleanor!"

"Holy shit, mum!" I say, my phone slipping from my hands and hitting the floor as I get up from the sofa. "Have you never heard of these things called knocking or ringing the bell?"

"I'm your mother, I don't need to do that."

"Yes, you do need to do that. This is my house."

"Whatever. Have you seen this?" she says, showing me her phone.

"Oh, that. They made it official" I reply, looking at a photo of Roberta and Mason.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course I did, mum. She is my best friend."

"So you've been hanging out with him? With a football player?"

"Jesus, mum. Why do you always talk about them as if they were something disgusting? Did one of them break your heart as a teen or something?" I laugh.

"Don't be silly" she scoffs. "Have you been hanging out with him, yes or no?"

"I have, mum" I say, rolling my eyes. "Mason is a really nice guy, and he makes Roberta very happy."

"Mason. What type of name is that?" she chuckles.

"Oh my God, mum. Who cares?"

"I do. And I don't like you mingling with football players."

"What?"

"They are just a bunch of spoiled kids with too much money who spend it on ugly cars, uglier clothes and cheating on their wives."

"Oh wow" I laugh. "You just described half the boys I grew up with."

"Don't compare them, Eleanor. They aren't the same."

"Yeah, that's true. Football players earn their own money with their talent and have an actual job. These kids are just wasting their parents money and doing nothing. If they want a job, they don't have to worry, daddy will give them one."

"You are so... Urgh!" my mum says. "I truly hope the boy you are seeing isn't one of them."

"A spoiled rich kid? Nope, he isn't. And how do you know I am seeing someone?"

"Your grandmother told me when we had a chat on Christmas. But I was talking about a football player, not a decent boy from a good family."

"Decent. You love that word, don't you?" I laugh chuckle. "And you wouldn't say the same if you had been at the parties I've been to."

"Whatever. I just hope you have good taste."

"I have very good taste, mum. Don't worry" I smile.

"Good. And I better go, your dad is probably wondering where I am."

"I doubt it" I say to myself.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Good night, mum."

"Goodnight, Eleanor" she says before leaving.

"Dec? Are you still there?" I say, picking my phone from the floor.

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that."

"Nah, it's ok. But the day I meet your mum... I fear for my life" he laughs. "Though I think you may be into something when you asked her if a football player dumped her, you know?"

"You think?"

"Yeah... Maybe, I don't know" he shrugs. "But she seems so bitter."

"She is bitter. I'll have to ask around, see if anyone knows something. And again, I'm sorry about everything she said."

"It's fine, don't worry. She may not like me, but I know you grandmother does and she is way scarier. It's good to know I have her on my side."

"It is, yes."

"Eleanor..."

"Uh?"

"We are gonna be fine, ok?"

"Yeah" I sigh.

"God, I wish I could be there to hug you."

"So do I."

"Ok, that's it. We are meeting tomorrow after training, clear your schedule."

"What?" I laugh.

"Tell them you don't feel ok or whatever. I know you are very clever when it comes to excuses to sneak around" Declan smirks. 

"Mr. Rice, what are you implying?" I smile.

"Let's meet tomorrow, Eleanor. Here, at my place. We can have lunch together and then just lay on the sofa cuddling for the rest of the day. We'll even turn off our phones so one bothers us."

"That sounds perfect."

"Do we have a date, then?"

"We do, yes."

"Perfect. See you tomorrow, Eleanor. I love you."

"I love you too, Declan."

[true-blue-sonic]

Does Silver ever apologize for anything?

There is a couple of times, if I am not mistaken. I am certain I won't get all of them down, but I'm going to dive into the scripts of Silver's story in '06, Rivals 1 and 2, Forces, Runners, and TSR, as well as an instance I happen to remember from a Sonic Channel story. I'll either search for Silver's name if he doesn't show up a lot, or keywords "sorry", "excuse" and "apolog*". And that gave me a few instances:

In Rivals 1, specifically Shadow's story, in Death Yard Zone act 1, we get:

Eggman: Hoh ho ho! Are the two of you having fun? Shadow: Doctor! Good timing. I can hear everything I want straight from the Doctor himself! Silver: Sorry, but he's my target! I can't let you through!

However, this is only Shadow's story: in Silver's story, it instead goes like:

Eggman: Hoh ho ho! Are you two having fun? Silver: Eggman?! This ends now! I'm going to expose you for who you really are, no matter what it takes! Shadow: No! The Doctor's mine! Stay out of my way!

That is always the issue with stories from different perspectives: which one is the correct one?

In Rivals 2, the boss level of Mystic Haunt Zone, Silver's story, gives us:

Eggman Nega: Heh! Silver... you're too late! Shadow: You're Eggman Nega! You tricked me! Now you'll pay for it! Silver: Sorry, Shadow, but this guy's mine!

Which then does not show up in Shadow's story, haha.

Also, I recalled an instance from Sonic Channel 2021, where a Soleannan bridge collapses and Silver saves the day with his PK. The translation gives the following:

Feeling a presence approaching behind him, Sonic called out in a mischievous tone without looking back. “Hey, Silver. Is this how everyone greets each other in the future?” “Heheh, my bad. If I don’t do that, I won’t be able to stop you.”

And:

What on earth did Silver want to “stop” Sonic for? After a few seconds of silence, Silver scratches his head and bows his head slightly. “Let me apologize again. I’m sorry. Actually, I need a favor from you.”

...And honestly, this is all I found! Keep in mind I am only looking at the story scripts, so not quotes spoken in the games itself, as I do not have those all written out reliably. And I also skimmed over it more than giving everything a full read plus used keywords to find specific terms, so I could have missed instances. But I think it is clear Silver rarely apologises. He does have moments where he's a bit more vulnerable, like in Runners where Blaze can free herself without his help ("Whoa! That was pretty cool! I guess you didn't need my help, then…") or their conversation in TSR:

Blaze: What is going on with you, Silver? I can tell something is on your mind. Silver: I'm fine. It's just, something bad is gonna happen. I can't explain it. I just feel it. Blaze: Have your travels through time given you precognition? Silver: I don't know. Maybe they have. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much. Blaze: Either way, I trust you. We will be ready.

But genuine apologies for his rude behaviour and such? Seem to be nope and basically non-existent, haha. Silver doesn't ever seem to feel bad about his snappiness, or at least he doesn't apologise for it. When he's in a good mood and knows there's someone whose help he needs, like Sonic's in the Sonic Channel story, I figure he might present himself as a bit more amiable... but otherwise, he's blunt and to-the-point as can be, with apparently zero concern for his rudeness. And in the Rivals games, he only seems to apologise for taking the enemy away from Shadow and defeating it by himself, so I doubt he's actually particularly sorry.

So overall, I think we can conclude Silver doesn't really apologise much, if at all. But if I missed any instances, please let me know! I feel like I must have, for example in statements during gameplay.

[probably-a-plant-thing]

sorry I know I'm late to the party but time is an illusion and The Sims has been keeping me in a choke hold

from these

for Val: 2, 13, 22, 36, 37, 40 (I am sorry it's 11 pm and I think I'm funny), 49

for Anon: 14, 17, 37, 44, 45, 48,

for Skulk: 7, 22, 30, 37, 43

for Rylan: 8, 9, 21, 22, 23, 37

feel free not to respond to everything, it's...

a lot

AA!! Hey hey!!

Im gona slap this under a "read more" because its a long one :D

Valentine Beltane:

2) Savory or nutty flavors, though he doesn't really eat human food, he is a big meat enjoyed. Give that boy a steak 13) Smoke and musk. Honestly, he'd thrive if he got taken to a steakhouse now looking at him. 22) He doesn't think so, but it's pretty alright. Just a man who'll quietly sing while he works. 36) He does! He braided his own hair when it was pretty long but now he doesn't bother. 37) He's scared of thunder. His hearing is excellent, so thunder is extra loud and extra scary. He's like a dog in that way. 40) Nope! Craves it. Sees a bleeding person and is more scared of losing control 49) No, he's pretty smooth-skinned

Anon:

14) Pine with some floral hints. They try to aim for neutral sents but usually default to perfumes. 17) Winter! He can wear all his beloved layers and she won't get heatstroke over it 37) Spiderss! If she sees a spider anywhere near their studio they won't enter it for days. 44) He's very skilled! He tends to make little music videos for his songs 45) First of all, they have this backpack and it contains all her journals n sketchbooks.

48) They know how to keep their head above water but he never really needed to learn

Skulk:

7) Jerboas and Chincillas 22) I mean his voice claim is Jerma so.... no but it's funny [Link] 30) Fashion backward. Fashion cringe. He kills people in workout clothes and combat boots 37) Bright light. He's a gremlin 43) I mean his kills can be pretty creative, but other than that he leans more toward his brains n brawn than his inner artist

Rylan Hitchcock:

8) Ry sleeps in a random t-shirt n sweatpants, he just grabs whatever from his drawer when he's tired and his bed is super warm. 9) Stomach sleeper. Tummy Snoozer. 21) He can play piano, but hates that he doesn't play any "loud" instruments but also he doesn't want to bother to learn now. 22) Don't know, I've never imagined him singing. I'll leave that to headcanon. 23) Yeh! He does fairly often, though it's more in the realm of mumbling to himself as he does anything. 37) He is scared of dogs. He got bit by one once as a child, which resulted in a seeded fear of canines and an unrealized distrust of his mother. Refuses to admit it, but he will go out of his way to run them over if given the opportunity.

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER FOUR: SUSPICIONS

Broken up deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry behind these hazel eyes- Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE MENTIONED

*Flashback*

"Where the hell have you been?!" Jesse demanded, yanking me inside our house with a vice grip on my wrist. I tried not to react to the pain.

"I-...I just went for a walk, you know, to get some fresh air and um...a bite to eat," I stammered, not meeting his eyes because I knew all too well what I would see in them."What are you doing home so early?"

"I just got a break between meetings so I came to check on you. You were supposed to stay here and write a new song. Did you finish the song?" He asked, staring me down.

I shook my head, looking down."Uhh...no I couldn't come up with-" I was cut off by the back of his hand connecting with my face. The force caused me to stumble backward as I grabbed my cheek.

"I asked for one simple thing. Why can't you just do what I ask?"

"I- I was having writer's block and I thought the fresh air and food would help. I'm sorry."

"Well you better hope it did. Get your ass back in there and write me a song," he snapped, waving toward my music room.

I turned and hurried down the hall, trying to hide the tears beginning to stream down my face. I closed and locked the door of my music room before sinking to the floor and sobbing quietly.

I sat there against the door for what felt like hours. I heard Jesse leave at some point and I barely registered the sun going down outside my window, but I couldn't bring myself to move until I heard the lightsaber sound from my phone.

I grabbed it and looked at my screen.

Hey pizza girl. :) Sorry I would have texted sooner but the guys tackled me for the pizza when I got home and then distracted me with fifa. -Michael

I couldn't help but smile as I texted back.

Pizza Girl? 🤣 -Mia

It was the first thing I thought of okay don't judge me. -Michael

Okay then lol -Mia

Anyway what are you up to? -Michael

Sitting in my music room supposed to be writing a song...-Mia

Is that what was so urgent that you had to leave? -Michael

Um kind of. -Mia

Kind of? -Michael

I'm sort of on a deadline. Clearly the suits don't understand how song writing works. -Mia

Haha tell me about it. Especially with everything else we deal with as artists. -Michael

Exactly! -Mia

Well hey I could help you with your song if you want. -Michael

You already are helping. :) -Mia

I am? How? -Michael

Talking to him had made me think of earlier today and how fun it was to spend time with him. His smile had brightened my whole day, his big green eyes were even more beautiful in person and I had unintentionally noticed that he had some very light freckles around his nose that weren't super visible at first but were ridiculously cute. He was also very kind and sweet and I really wanted to know him more as a person. I'd only spent a little bit of time with him today, but Michael Clifford had made an impact on me.

Of course I couldn't just say that to him, though.

You'll just have to wait and see when the song comes out. ;) -Mia

Wow really? You're gonna play it like that? - Michael

Yep. ;) -Mia

Come onnnn just tell meee -Michael

No. -Mia

Pretty please? -Michael

Nope. -Mia

Fiiiinnee I guess I'll wait. -Michael

Good boy. *pats your head* -Mia

😂😂 -Michael

Anyway, it's late and we have a meeting with management in the morning so I probably should go to bed now. But hopefully you and I can hang out again soon? -Michael

Yeah hopefully soon. Goodnight Michael. :) -Mia

Goodnight:) -Michael

I set my phone down and jotted down the ideas I had before falling asleep on my little couch by the window. I finished the song over the span of the next day.

Jesse came back around dinner time and did his usual "I'm sorry, I love you, I'll stop" routine. He was also happy to hear the song was done. All I could do was just smile and make him dinner like nothing ever happened.

MICHAEL P.O.V

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I mumbled a few profanities and shut off my alarm before rolling out of bed. I trudged out to the hallway and got into the usual morning arguments with the guys over the bathrooms while getting ready for our meeting.

Once we had gotten ready and eaten, we piled into our suv and headed to the management office.

I tried to focus on what these suits were saying but on top of my pre-existing focus issues, I couldn't stop thinking about Mia. The way she'd rushed to leave was a little concerning, but there was something about her that drew me in and I'd honestly had the best time with her yesterday...

Suddenly someone shoved my hand out from under my chin, causing me to faceplant into the conference table.

"Ow what the fuck?" I groaned as I glared up at my bandmates.

"The meeting's over, space cadet. Time to come back to Earth," Ashton said as the three of them laughed.

I looked around and noticed the suits were gone. "Oh shit, I didn't realize I zoned out like that. I'm sorry."

"No worries, we'll fill you later," Luke said as I followed them out of the room, "What the hell were you daydreaming about anyway?"

"I don't think we really wanna know the answer to that, mate," Calum said, causing them all to laugh more.

"It's not like that," I said, playfully shoving them as we got in the car.

"So you weren't thinking about a girl then?" Calum asked, wagging his eyebrows at me.

"No-I mean yes, there's a girl but-"

"TOLD YOU! MIKEY'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" Calum yelled, resulting in the guys cracking up laughing again and teasing me.

"GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME TALK. GEEZ." I shouted over the noise.

They must have noticed the undertone of my voice because it didn't take them long to get quiet and look at me.

I explained what happened yesterday to them.

"She sounds amazing, dude. Remind us to thank her for saving you if we ever get to meet her." Ashton said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If I get to see her again," I mumbled.

They looke at me confused.

"Um...well, she has a boyfriend, first of all. She told me about him so we agreed the lunch was just a friend thing as a thank you to her. But then he texted her and she started acting really...I don't know, anxious? She said she had to go and was pretty quick to leave after that. We texted last night and she seemed okay, though so I don't know if I'm just tripping or not." I elaborated.

"Did she say why she was in such a hurry to leave?" Ashton asked.

"She told me last night over text that she was on a deadline to write a song," I answered.

"Maybe she was just stressed over that then?" Luke suggested.

I shrugged. "I mean, it's possible. But it was her boyfriend that texted her, not a suit, so that's weird right?"

"What if he knew about the deadline and reminded her?" Calum said.

"Maybe. I don't know," I said.

We didn't get a chance to talk anymore about it at the moment because we got home and had other band stuff to do.

Mia and I kept texting off and on though and over the next few weeks we actually did manage to spend time together. We mostly spent time at the pizza place, arcades or a park we found that we liked. She was very funny and bubbly and I really enjoyed being around her, though I started to get a little more concerned about her the more we hung out.

I started noticing little things that worried me. Like every so often when she thought I wasn't paying attention, her beautiful hazel eyes flitted around like she was looking for danger or something. She never wanted to go to her house and always insisted we meet somewhere. I asked her if she was okay a few times and she always played it off like everything was fine but I could tell she was putting up a front.

I mean, it wasn't like she was cheating on her boyfriend with me or anything. We both made it abundantly clear that we were just friends on a couple occasions so I was confused as to what the hell was going on. But, I was absolutely captivated by her and I had a gut feeling that I that I needed to stay close to her...

@jetblackbritt13

[pigeonwhumps]

Letters

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch

A selection of the multitude of post from Phoenix to their sister Alicia, stashed under her floorboards. Spans the roughly five year period between Phoenix being kicked out and their first Christmas after meeting Kai.

Inspired by this piece by @whumpsday.

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CWs: mentions of being disowned, implied abuse, implied/mentioned parental abuse, brief mention of crucifixion

Dear Alicia,

I'm sorry I left you. I didn't want to. You know that, right? You must do.

I'm just writing to tell you that I have somewhere to stay. You don't need to worry about me. I have a roof over my head and food and that's all I really need.

Except you. I miss you.

Stay safe.

Phoenix x

_

Alicia,

Merry Christmas!

It's been a hectic few months. I'm sorry I haven't written to you. I hope you're doing well in everything you want to do well in.

Also, congratulations on your summer camp application! I saw it in the newspaper. Mum and dad aren't too mad right? I don't want you to be kicked out too.

Got to go. I'll write again soon. Hope you like the wolf.

Phoenix x

_

Alicia,

Happy Birthday! I hope you like the stamp! Sorry if you had to pay. I think it's valid but I couldn't not send you a stamp of the time you petted a wolf. I didn't even know they existed until a few months ago!

Anyway. I found the website for that camp you're going on, and they had a list of recommended supplies. I know there's a hardship fund but I don't know if you qualify and mum and dad won't pay more than the bare minimum if you don't so anyway, what I'm saying is, here's some things for your summer. Only small things, I couldn't post anything bigger.

Enjoy! And I hope you have a good birthday! Sorry I can't be there.

Phoenix x

_

Merry Christmas. Immortality sucks. Hope you like the postcard.

_

Alicia,

Hey! Happy birthday! Hope you're still doing well! Here's another wolf!

Phoenix x

_

Merry Christmas!

Heeeey Alicia! I can walk gain! D'you know crucifixion is like flyng? Cept it hurts. It's in the air tho. Not there now. It's warm and fuzzy here. Mmmmm. Miss you. Want you here so I'm not cold and aolne so much.

Here's a wolf. He's a wonky wolf because he's drnuk. Not leki me. Nope.

Oh dear. I'm not sure they meant to write all that. They're drunk. Who gets drunk off eggnog? - E

Sick people who shouldn't be drinking it get drunk off eggnog. My boss is an idiot. And he forgot to tell you they're safe. Just a bad flu and probably a hangover this time. They'll be fine. - B

_

Dear Alicia,

Happy birthday! 16 today! You're getting old. It's making me feel old, my bones are all creaky and sore. I suppose I am an adult now (nearing a year of it now, actually). Is this what adulthood's like? It's weird.

I hope your exams went okay! Or are going okay, if you're not finished yet. Did the good luck wolf help? Here's a birthday one. He says happy birthday, and he hopes that you're having a good day. So do I.

I hope you like the photos on the card. And the book. I saw it at the bookshop and I couldn't not buy it, really. It reminded me of you.

I wish I was with you. You'll have to make do with this virtual cake instead for now I suppose. I hope you have people to share real cake with.

Happy birthday again,

Phoenix x

_

Alicia,

Merry Christmas!

Um, happy new year may be more appropriate. Sorry this is so late. I think I missed the last posting date. Maybe. I'm a bit all over the place, but it feels like it's gone Christmas. They're taking decorations down anyway.

Have a good... whenever it is you get this. Love you lots.

Phoenix x

_

Happy 18th!

Fuck, you're 18. HOW ARE YOU 18 YOU'RE AN ADULT THAT'S NOT RIGHT.

Hope you like the baby photos.

I don't know if you're still in school, or if you have an apprenticeship, or what you're doing next, but I've enclosed some things that might help. I remember you talked about going to uni but that was five years ago. There's gift cards, pens, notebooks, a cookbook (because I'm sure that's meant to be compulsory when you become an adult), I'm sure something will help.

Missing you lots, and I love you,

Phoenix x

_

I know it's not your birthday or Christmas but look what Aaron found in the zoo shop! It's a 3D wolf card! So I had to send it to you and I am not waiting over four months for you to get it!

Anyway. Kai and Aaron took me to the zoo for my birthday and the wolves loved Kai so much! There's photos so you can see just how much. And it was so much fun and the reptiles were so cool! I got to hold a Komodo dragon! There's more photos, Kai and Aaron insisted on taking lots.

Maybe I can see you again when you move out? It's been so long. You'd love Kai.

Missing you lots still.

Phoenix xx

_

Alicia,

Merry Christmas! I hope you're doing well. Whatever you're doing now, I hope it's good and that you're having fun. And if you haven't already, I hope you manage to get away from mum and dad soon.

Here's a little ornament, if you have a tree. Or if you don't you can hang him up anyway. His name's Joe (remember when you called everything variations of Joe?)

Phoenix xx

Hi. This is Aaron, Phoenix's friend. I need to tell you not to worry about the spots of blood. Phoenix cut themself cooking and won't put a plaster on because it'll heal (which is a bullshit reason but hey. This is Phoenix we're talking about). They're not badly injured, they're just incredibly stubborn and don't realise people might worry at the sight of their blood. Have a good Christmas!

- Aaron

So. I knew Phoenix had a sister, hi! But they said they were in contact with you, and we assumed that meant both ways, not letters that you can't reply to because apparently you don't have a means of doing so. They're scared of rejection, I think, and your parents finding out, but... they would really like to talk to you.

So here's the deal. I'll give you my phone number and you can tell me if you'd like to have theirs. Or I can just pass on messages or something, I don't know. I just know that they're missing you desperately and from what they say, you probably miss them too.

You don't have to message me or anything. But if you want to, if you want to talk to your sibling again (yes, I'm aware they're an idiot), please do. Whenever you like.

- Kai (07459 637 829) 🐺 ← Phoenix says you like them

[twotales]

I've been considering starting up writing SGA/SG-1 Fanfics recently and I was wondering if you had any advice for a (relatively) new author?

Hello, sweet anon! (Sorry for the late response, things have been a bit hectic over here.)

First, I want to say, whaaa, someone is asking me for advice!? 😳

Secondly, Dude! We would be so happy to have a new Stargate writer in our midst. I'd say our fandom is one of the more inclusive ones out there and we are all incredibly grateful for more content.

🤔 Hmm, advice for writing/posting, or interacting with our fandom? (I assume just writing/posting.) (If you are wondering about becoming a part of our fandom and the feel of it, just ask me that question as well.)

The best and most simple advice I think is: Read. Read. Read! Write. Write. Write!  Watch. Watch. Watch! But you probably want more xD

Writing:

Writing is the easiest part for me. I write every day. I'm kind of a freak like that.

If you're having trouble with writing, there are some things I do. (not in any order.)

I use a habit tracker, I love stats and this tracker has a lovely design and a sweet little overview. Plus you can have separate widgets on your home screen for each habit, you don't have to go into the app every time you do one, simple press. I love it. But I don't sweat it if I miss a day or a few or more. I just want to have the widgets as a reminder, it keeps me from forgetting, I do have a small goal of doing at least one of my habits by the end of each day. Writing happens to be my easiest habit to accomplish. (Hence the writing everyday xD)

You don't have to write a lot. Even if it's just a bit of editing, a paragraph, or a single word, that's enough. You opened up the document, you thought things, you tried.

Don't share all of your ideas with others. Some people can thrive on this, (if you do, just ignore this advice.) but I am not one of those people. I lose steam for an idea if I give too much away. I also cannot for the life of me write a long fic and post it as I write. SCHEDULED WRITING!? NOPE. I write the entirety of a long fic before I publish them. Sometimes I publish chapters and edit them as I publish, but the meat of everything is there.

So, take as much time as you need.

When you feel satisfied with a fic, sit on it, wait a couple of days, weeks, months, and reread it. New eyes, even if they are your own eyes can really help. (I don't always do this, but it can help with certain fics, esp long ones.)

Lay somewhere, chill and just daydream about your idea/story. This is working on your story too and I find that this makes me just type down thoughts as they come.

Make the time. It doesn't have to be a ton. My partner only writes for five, maybe ten minutes a day. He laments how little he writes but I always ALWAYS say.

“You do write though and that is the most important thing.

I also have a very specific writing system to keep myself from getting stuck, and disorganized, but that's a whole thing and this is already getting long. (If you do want to hear about it though, feel free to ask.)

Posting:

This is the hard part for me. No matter how many fics I have written, posts I have made, gifs, what have yous. I always get a bit overheated and my guts feel like bees are trying to escape them.

If you're having trouble posting there are a few things that I think can work depending on why you're worried about posting.

Mistakes: Misspelled words, flow, that sort of thing. Get a beta. They're several individuals in our community who are amazing betas. (I could contact them for you if you need a connection.) There are different kinds of betas as well so you can tailor your experience in that regard. But, sometimes you don't want a second opinion and that's okay too. You can always edit it whenever you read it again anyways (assuming you are going to reread your fanfics. Which I do.😊)  and remember, many of us don't care about that sort of thing, we will just enjoy the story despite mistakes. General anxiety? Well, I can't do much about that. (I suffer from it myself, see bees in my guts above). Just remember that this is supposed to be about something you love. Yes, writing is work, but writing fanfic should be fun. Should be for you! These are stories you want to tell, stories you want to read, and things you want to fix and expand on. Everyone else is just along for the ride, getting off at the next stop, or maybe they don't even want to come in the first place and that's okay. The destination is yours.

The main point is to just do it. If you need help, ask, (already ahead of some people just for asking me for advice, which I am still shocked about) if you're nervous about them saying no just ask anon and connect after you get a yes. If you're worried about your writing that's okay, It's a very personal thing, it's normal. Accepting this can lessen the worry. (I was terrified of posting fic for about idk eight years or something.) And remember you never have to keep up with or write the same as someone else, we are all different and have different processes, I think the best thing you can do is figure out what works for you.

If you're nervous about content though, again understandable, but honestly people rarely care, and in our fandom people are chill af. Ship and let ship. AUs, crack, ooc, obscure kinks, OCs. We accept them all.

Just make sure to tag correctly. People have guides to help with that.

Wow, this got long, whoops. Sorry, I can't help myself. I have Rodney word-vomit vibes.

[darwinquark]

Hi!! I love your writing! And I was wondering how you set a scene like the actual setting. I feel like my setting is always lacking and that the readers won’t understand the atmosphere i’m setting or wont know where the setting is taking place. Sorry if this makes no sense.

hey man, thank you so much, and so honored you're coming to me for writing advice 😂 tbh I also feel like I'm bad at setting a scene, so I suspect there's an element of underestimation on our parts in terms how much detail the reader's capable of filling in on their own. I tend to start a lot my scenes with a bunch of dialogue or an action/thought, which doesn't always comment on when/where something's taking place, so I definitely feel your pain - there have for sure been times where I have to actively pick a place to insert that info as organically as I can. I will say I typically only spend a sentence or so on it, and if there's anything else I want to sneak in (what time of day it is, the lighting in the room, etc), I'll just keep weaving in bits as the scene goes on so it flows better. I'm also a fan of revealing the setting kind of secondarily while making the point of the sentence something else, like an action, so I'll put some examples of what I mean under the cut:

so this is the opening of a TKOF chapter and an example of a place where I've kind of folded the setting into something more exciting:

"Jughead was toweling off his hair, fresh out of what his trailer's abysmal water pressure rendered more a drizzle than a shower, when he heard the knock on the door.

He stiffened, arm suspended over his head. His eyes flicked to the reflection of his alarm clock in the mirror.

'1:47 AM' glowed back in a foreboding red.

Betty would've called. His dad was out of town for the weekend. None of the Serpents would've knocked that primly—there'd be yells if it was urgent or jeers if it wasn't. He swapped the towel in his hand for the baseball bat propped against his dresser and maneuvered his way to the door, taking care to move in the shadows."

so by the end of that you know he's at home in his trailer, it's late at night, the atmosphere is kind of tense, and the lighting is dark, but all of that is wrapped into an action (this mysterious knock) which makes it a little more dynamic, you know? I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's basically how I avoid a block of words that exists purely to describe a setting because I'm nowhere near interesting enough of a writer to make that engaging.

as for the other kind I'm describing where you have a bunch of dialogue followed by one dedicated setting sentence and then keep fleshing out the scene as you go, I have a few examples:

"Alright, so everyone's clear on the patrol schedule for the next few days?"

"Yep."

"Got it."

"Sweet Pea?"

"What?"

"You good on the schedule?"

"Why are you singling me out?"

"You know why."

"I was late like once!"

"You were late to this meeting."

"You're such a grinch, Topaz—where's your Christmas spirit?"

"About five seconds away from getting shoved up your ass."

"I could be into that."

"Be into punctuality instead."

"Lame."

"Byrdie, you're cool with covering transport for the weekend?"

"You know it."

"Great—Slash, Fangs, any questions about Sunday?"

"Nope."

"All set, T."

"Awesome, well, that's everything I had to go over. Jones?"

Jughead blinked, chin caught in the sling of his hands, dark stare dragging up from the spot it'd been fixed on for the past five minutes. A ring of faces stared back at him, uncertain and expectant, gathered around their token table at the White Wyrm for their weekly Serpents meeting, and Toni gave a tentative tilt of her head.

so you can see it takes forever to finally tell you where this is happening, but that quick little clause is enough context for a reader to start out with. a little later:

"Alright, you heard the man—meeting adjourned, get out of my face," she announced, waving a scattering hand at everyone. "Go enjoy the holidays."

The surrounding Serpents drew to their feet in a scuffle of chairs, breaking off into easy laughter and side conversations, the whimsical anticipation of Christmas Eve glittering like magic in the air, and Jughead's gaze slid right back to the same wall it'd been affixed to earlier.

now you know it's Christmas Eve. a few paragraphs down:

"He spun his bottle slowly against the table, the silence between them scored by the boozy din of the White Wyrm—billiard balls knocking into each other, raspy 60s protest rock, the velcro laugh of pack-a-day smokers."

so just adding a little more atmosphere - you can hear the room now, know it's an older crowd. then this way later:

"I still think it's worth looking into Penny Peabody," Toni ventured as if reading his mind, her musing voice luring him back to the smoky den of the White Wyrm. She took a swig of her beer as some scuffle over a bar tab kicked up in the background."

so now you know it's rowdy in there. later on I also have another character comment that all the Christmas decorations look cozy, so all this to say that you don't have to put a giant block of text telling the reader everything you want them to see in your space - it's okay to weave it in over time.

another example of this is the very first chapter, which I re-read the other day and realized I don't really set the scene until pretty far in. it starts like this:

"Ow."

"Sorry."

A silent beat.

"Ow."

"Jughead, you need to—"

"Ow!"

Veronica drew back with a sharp sigh, stare flicking ceilingward. "You need. To hold. Still."

"You need. To back. Off," Jughead countered, meeting her gaze with a harassed one of his own. He lifted a hand to swat away the needle hovering over his face and her brows snapped up in that cool, patronizing way of hers—the one that soundlessly carried a Hepburnian, 'Oh, do I?'

After a beat, she offered a simple shrug. "Okay."

He eyed her skeptically in the fluorescent light of the diner. It was never just 'okay' with Veronica. It was 'okay' and 'but also this is why you're going to do it my way'.

only a brief, indirect mention of the diner, which seems super thin/lazy but at that point is all I think you really need as a reader to be oriented. a few sentences later:

His jaw tightened a bit, stare averting a fraction to the window behind her. The inky nightscape of the Pop's parking lot was the same color as her eyes. He glanced at a neon pink sign for milkshakes instead, annoyed.

now you know it's nighttime.

a few paragraphs later:

"Some buried imagery, maybe? Metatextual acknowledgment of the fact that it's the middle of the night and I just finished a double shift and I don't actually have to do this for you?"

now you know it's really late. then even later:

"I—sorry," he offered after a beat, glancing down at his hands. He was sitting on a bar stool with the diner bar to his back, bent knees separating her upright frame from his. The position adjusted their comically lopsided heights so that for once, they were even. "What I meant was: can you please finish stitching me up?"

so now you know exactly where they are/how they're positioned relative to each other in the room. and personally I don't think it takes anything away by waiting till a beat that felt natural to sneak that in as opposed to doing it immediately.

now when I do have a specific setting that requires a little more detailed/traditional of a description, I usually try to give it an angle, like someone's seeing it for the first time and coming to a conclusion about it and all the details they're describing further their point. this is from another fic I wrote where a character walks into a lunatic neighbor's Christmas party and is totally shocked by how cozy it is:

"To be honest, Damon had expected pretty much anything from Kai's apartment.

Shaved baby doll heads on the walls. An exotic bird emporium. Furniture made out of human bones. A framed collage of Missing Children ads. An entire room of blinking furbies. Aliens. Dinosaurs. Whatever. What he hadn't expected was to walk into a friggin' HGTV Christmas special.

The place was decked the fuck out. Garland hung all over the living room, gold and glittering, accented with large, loopy red bows. A roaring fire was burning behind a string of brightly colored stockings, casting a warm glow over all the wool throws and cozy holiday pillows. A giant tree twinkled by the snowy bay window. Mistletoe winked from the doorways. Frank Sinatra was crooning about having a merry little Christmas.

And somehow, it was a hundred times more unsettling than the shaved baby doll heads would've been."

so rather than just saying he walked in and that's what he saw, it's framed by him being totally thrown by his surroundings, which makes all the details more intentional since they are fleshing out why he's thrown, nah mean?

SO ALL OF THIS TO SAY, I'm far from an expert on any of this but if I had to try and conceptualize my process, I guess this is it? for what it's worth? again, exposition/scenery is not my strength so take this with a grain of salt 😬 thanks for asking, though!

[one-abuse-survivor]

Hi, it’s Emma! It’s been a long time since I last reached out. I took some time away (like two months) because it was the first anniversary since the attack and I took it harder than I had hoped. It’s been a little over a year now, I wasn’t on tumblr during the anniversary, but I’m feeling so frustrated because it’s been a year since the attack, and two years since the harassment started and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing. I’m looking back on everything and I can’t believe that I haven’t slept in a bed for over a year. I keep thinking that’s so ridiculous. The bed didn’t hurt me, the bed played no role in my attack, you’d assume I’d be scared to see or be around a knife but nope, I helped my mom cook dinner for my dad’s birthday last week, I had to cut an onion and had no anxieties about seeing or using a knife and a knife is what actually harmed me, that’s what could have killed me. My brother was cutting a green pepper and accidentally nicked his finger with the knife causing it to bleed a little and I got him a bandaid and when I saw the blood, no reaction. You’d think maybe even the sight of blood would trigger me or take me back there but no, it’s sleeping anywhere that provides any level of comfort (bed, couch, cot, blow up mattress, etc). Maybe my expectations are too high but I’m so frustrated with myself. Like I just really miss my bed and I’m sooo angry because it feels like nothing that I am doing is moving me towards sleeping in it.

Someone told me I need to just force myself to sleep in a bed but I don’t think they truly get how much they trigger flashbacks to what happened. I’ve tried multiple times in the last year to at least nap in a bed and each time I either never fell asleep because my body just wouldn’t let me or if I did, I would wake up 10 mins later having a panic attack. The last time I tried was a few months ago, before the anniversary, and that attempt was so bad, that I woke up in a panic and puked. I haven’t tried since then. I wake up at least five times throughout the night when sleeping on the floor because some body part of mine is aching because of the floor. I just feel like I’m in a lose-lose situation.

S/n: in an earlier response I mentioned how my dad would call me every night to tell me about work, specifically different neurosurgeries he conducted that day or consultations he had, etc. and I thought it was his way of trying to check up on me without me knowing and you mentioned thinking that it could also possibly be a distraction for him and me. I talked to him and you were right. You mentioned how sometimes people that care about us, want us to be okay but don’t know how to make that happen or don’t know how to talk about feelings, they turn to soothing you in ways that would soothe them if they were the ones struggling. All of that you said was right. More or less my dad basically said that to me, he figured my mom was already consuming the conversation enough about my attack so he’d change the convo when it’s just me and him speaking. And my dad is very book smart so it’s right in line with him to talk about work and use that as a distraction. Thank you for that again.

Hi Emma!! I'm really sorry for the late reply, but really happy to hear from you again!

I'm really sorry things are still looking so tough for you. It's no wonder you're frustrated; you have every right to be. This situation is so fucking unfair. You never deserved any of this. You never asked for any of this. You were trying to live your life and other people decided to ruin it and even attempt to end it, and now your own body keeps betraying you and stopping you from living your life. That's not okay, and I think you deserve to feel furious for as long as you need to. Hopefully one day you will feel like you have something to show for the recovery process you've been through, but it's okay to not be there yet and to not know when you'll get there.

I hope that you can at least channel some of your anger away from yourself and toward the men who did this to you, especially the one who attacked you. I know you already know this, but your body is trying really hard to protect you from experiencing horrifying trauma again, even if its attempts are misguided, unnecessary, and really frustrating. If you can, please try to give it at least a little bit of compassion for every wave of frustration you throw its way.

And of course you can't just force yourself to sleep on a bed. Trauma recovery is not that easy, and it's honestly really invalidating to tell an assault survivor something like that, even if the intention is good. It makes it sound like you're just not trying hard enough, and you deserve better than to be told something like that.

I'm glad I could help you with your dad, and that's great you could talk to him about it!

Sending big, big hugs your way, Emma ❤️

[hischierlovebot]

Haha no that would be bad!

Ah well who knows! Ah yes it’s the same sort of set up here as well.

Nope I honestly had no clue. And I still don’t. Because I definitely don’t see myself doing this for another 40+ years but the question is what else? And for that I don’t have an answer yet.

Oh that’s so cool. I love it when like a local shows you around their hometown.

Awh thanks! Yeah concerts are great but they can be super expensive.

Yeah that’s really lovely actually! I haven’t been reading as much as I would like to lately 🥲.

Ah well that’s good! It can be such a relief to finish a piece you’ve been working on for a long time but it’s also always kind of bittersweet if you ask me.

That’s okay no worries! I’m back at work now so my replies aren’t as fast either, as you can see haha. I did have a good week though, and I’ve got a three day weekend up ahead so yay! What about you? How was your week so far?

I hope you’re feeling better! 🩵

- 🫐

Oh my god I'm so very sorry, I didn't see this one until right now! I hope your week(s) have been going nicely, I am so very sorry.

Well we have time to figure it out! I def don't see myself doing this for another 40 years (or even 2 more. But welp, that's another story completely), and I don't know what I want to do, but it's a matter of keep searching for it, I guess.

I wish I could go to more concerts but it's sadly not on my cards yet. I was hoping to go see Taylor Swift live now that she's finally in Europe, but that wasn't possible I'm afraid...

It's nice to read! My ebook has been getting some more action this week because I fell down a fantasy series rabbit hole and I've spent the nights reading, but I miss reading like I did when I was younger, these days two books a month seem like a challenge.

It was both very nice and a bit odd ngl! To finally finish the fic and then find myself unsure of what I was going to do next, between that and my weeks being filled to the brim, there hasn't been much writing on my behalf I'm afraid.

I hope work hasn't been too bad and that you enjoyed your weekend! Life has been... Busy, to say something, and I'm still trying to sort out how to do everything I have to do and not go crazy in the process. I am still mostly sane, so that's a win, but my tumblr usage has taken a dip and I am very disconnected from everything, I'm really sorry for the delay in the response. I hope you'll have a lovely weekend!

[unluckyhoneybee]

5 times with Lando Norris.

Four times Lando showed you he loved you and the one when he was actually brave enough to tell you. Fluff.

Notes: I swear a lot and I realized I swear when I write too.

Gif credits.

The first time: the one with the umbrella.

It was pouring down in the circuit. I was late so when my PR manager called me, I forgot the umbrella. When I arrived, all the other drivers were already there. We were needed for some photos and promotional stuff.

"Late, YN" I heard Lewis.

"As always" I laughed a bit.

"Nah. Don't worry. We have to wait for a few minutes."

Even though I was wearing my coat, the wind was cold and the rain didn't help either.

"Fucking freezing weather." I groaned trying to warm my hands.

I looked around to see if anyone had a spare umbrella, but the others were already paired under theirs.

Suddenly, I felt a shadow over me and the rain stopped falling. I looked up to see an orange umbrella. On my right, Lando was smiling and looking at me with bright eyes.

"You look cold" "It's fucking freezing, mate."

He laughed. And pushed me with his shoulder.

"Thank you, Lando." "No problem, YN. Anything for you. You got the pole. We can't risk you getting ill for the race"

I smiled and got a bit closer to him. I missed his cheeks blushing and the teasing glare Daniel gave him.

The second time: the one whe she lost the flight.

"No fucking way. Unbelievable." I looked at the paper in my hand and then at the screen.

"Hey, YN!"

I turned around and saw Lando walking in my direction. I smiled and waved at him.

"What are you doing here?" He said hugging me.

"Waiting for a plane." "And when does it leave?." "6am."

He checked his watch and looked into my eyes. "Tell me you came too soon for once." "I wish I could." "Oh, YN."

He was smiling, even though he was trying to look worried or disappointed.

"Yes. Oh YN." We looked at each other and laughed.

"You are a mess." "I am, yes. I can't believe how they let me drive an F1 car" "Me neither."

"I suppose you have nothing to do, so... How does a coffee sound?" "It sounds good"

We went for a coffee and while I was ordering it, I saw Lando talking on his phone. When I came back, he was smiling.

"Your girlfriend?" "I don't have one anymore. For a while actually."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's Okey."

"Someone got your eye?"

"Nope." He answered quickly. Too quickly.

"I'm... I want to get my thoughts clear first."

"That's really good, Lando. Pretty mature."

"And you and..."

I shrugged. "As always. Distance is difficult... Anyway. Tell me. Who got you smiling like that?" I said touching his arm.

"I got a place for you on our flight" "What?" "We are also flying to London, so... You are coming with us. I don't want you to wait here on your own for hours."

"Oh, Lando." I covered my mouth. "Thank you very much, honey. I owe you one, really." "It's nothing, YN."

He was blushing and he looked cute. I wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss his whole face.

The third time: the one when they had a crash.

It was only a second. I moved one second too late. My car touched Lando's and I lost control. I was soon on the gravel and then against the wall. It was the scariest moment of my life. I could see anything around me, everything was moving in slow motion and my heart was beating hard in my chest. I could feel my whole body tensing and how the impact had shaken it.

"Fuck" I groaned.

"Are you okay?" I heard my engineer. "All good" "Leave the car if you can. If not, wait for the marshalls. and they will help you."

As I was trying to get out, I heard a voice over the loud sound of the cars passing.

"YN!"

I saw the McLaren driver running to my car. I had a killing pain in my side, so it was pretty difficult to get out.

"Are you okay?" He grabbed me by my waist and helped me hoping down. I hugged him. I was really scared. He grabbed me and gave me support. "You are safe. I'm so sorry"

An hour later I was sitting on my motorhome, sore and alone. My phone was on my lap. I talked to everyone from home. But not him. My boyfriend hadn't called to see if I was okay.

I heard a knock. "It's open!" I didn't have the energy to get up.

Lando came in. "Hey, how are you?" He had a small smile on his lips.

I pressed my lips on a thin line and shrugged.

"I have been better"

He sat down next to me and looked at me. Then, he grabbed my hand.

"Your manager told me about your side"

"Yes, my ribs are killing me. But at least they are not broken" "Oh, poor girl. Do you want me to bring you something? Food? A drink? A pillow? Painkillers?"

I looked at him feeling my cheeks getting warm. I would feel overwhelmed in another moment, with someone else. But with him It was different. I wanted to let him take care of me.

"I'm okay." I moved my finger over his palm.

He put a piece of my hair being my ear and touched my chin.

"It was scary, wasn't it?" He said softly. "It's always scary. But you are okay. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so closed. I'm so sorry"

I grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you" "For what?" "For caring" "I care a lot about you. I got so worried. If anything happened to you..."

I laid my head on his shoulder and hugged his torso. It felt good to have someone worrying about you.

The fourth time: the one when she got her heart broken.

I knocked at the door.

"I'm coming! Wait a minute!"

I tried to clean my face, but the tears kept coming down my face.

The door opened.

"YN"

I sobbed and threw myself into his arms. He trapped me.

"YN, what is going on? Are you OK?" He sounded worried and scared.

Lando pulled me inside and closed the door.

"YN, babe. Talk to me" He said in a desperate tone.

I couldn't stop crying and my sobs made it difficult to breathe properly. He lift me from the floor and took me to the sofa, sitting on it with me on his lap. Then he hugged me tightly and rocked me a bit. As if I was a baby. He was trying to calm me down and it was working.

"It's okay, babe. Whatever happened to you... You are safe here. Okay?" He whispered against my hair.

I looked into his eyes and got more comfortable on his lap. My hands went to his chest.

"I didn't know where to go and we live close and... I know it's late but I didn't know what to do"

"Shh. Don't worry about that. I wasn't even sleeping." He took his hand to my face and dried my tears. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"He was with someone else when I got home" and I started crying again.

He cuddled me to his chest and let his head fall on mine. I could feel him tenser and breathe deeply.

"That asshole..."

"What have I done, Lando?"

"Nothing, YN. You are wonderful and... If he can't see that he is a fucking prick. Really. I fucking hate him for doing this to you. You deserve so much more."

I looked into his eyes. He was sincere. He always moved his eyebrows in a certain way.

"You are amazing and you will be better without him. You'll see. The... There is someone out there for you."

I smiled.

"Thank you, Lando"

I cuddled into him and hid on his neck. He always smelled so good.

"It's nothing, YN. I will always be there for you"

The fifth time: the one when Lando got courage.

I had won my first race and it still felt like a dream. Almost everyone was gone. But I needed to stay for a bit.

I was alone on the podium, where a couple of hours ago, Max and Charles had bathed me in champagne. I couldn't believe it was me on the highest step, the first place and winner of the Canadian GP.

"Hey"

I jumped when I heard that voice. I was so lost in my thought I didn't hear him coming. "What the fuck, Lando?! You almost kill me"

"It would have been a pity to kill such a talent" He was looking at me from a few meters.

I laughed.

"My team would have destroyed you, now that I can win races and all of that" I palmed the place next to me. "I offer you a seat on the first step"

"Oh wow. So generous." He sat next to me. "I have to say that you could have won in Belgium but you got ill" "Oh yes. Your umbrella and you couldn't save me from that flu." He laughed.

"I'm proud of you. You have dominated the whole race, Max and Charles had nothing to do"

I grabbed his hand, something I had gotten used to doing when I thanked him.

"Thank you, Lando." "It's nothing. You may be my favourite driver right now. The soon to be World Champion." I rolled my eyes.

We stayed in silence for a while. It felt good to be like this with him.

"YN?" He said in a low voice. "Can I tell you something?".

I looked at him. "Of course, you can."

He took a deep breath and look at our hands.

"I think I'm in love with you." He furrowed his eyebrows and I gasped surprised. "Well, no. I know it. I love you. I have done it for a while."

I couldn't move nor speak.

"Do you remember the French GP? You told me you liked my hoodie. I started feeling things there."

After France came Belgium, where he tried (without success) to save me from getting ill under the rain. Then he helped me get back home a few weeks later when I missed the plane. When we crashed in Spain, he spend the whole night with me because I was in so much pain and need help with almost everything. And only a few weeks ago he opened his house for me and let me stay in there for a couple of days when my ex cheated on me. He did all of that because he loved me.

"You care for me" I whispered.

"I do, a lot."

"And you love me."

He nodded without looking at me.

"I love you too. You made me love you, idiot. You had to be such a good friend, always there for me and made me fall in love with you"

He looked up into my eyes. I kissed him then.

"You love me?" He said when we broke apart.

"I love you"

"That's fucking fantastic" He hugged me and kissed my cheeks.

"Idiot" We laughed. "But hey, I'm glad it's you"

He looked quizzically.

"The one who was out there for me."

Thank you for reading it. I hope you enjoyed it.

I'm thinking about writing more of these with other drivers so tell me if you'd like it or want to request some.

[hintofelation99]

The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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Kanej x gn! Reader - Falling

A/n: So I know I haven't been posting lately and I'm so sorry! I have like 11 drafts (in my Tumblr alone) and I couldn't get any of them done and I don't know why! I also used the Dear Evan Hansen seen Did you fall? As an inspiration!

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING!!! Suicidal reader, falling, heights, suicidal thoughts, mentions of death, language, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: In a heist, you decided to let go

I do not own shadow and bone six of crows or its characters! I also do not own dear Evan Hansen because some of the dialogue came from that! On another note, I also did not make/do not own this image!

Your hand slipped from the ledge and then you were was falling.

Your know Inej had fallen many times, it's practically part of her job description. You had to make mistakes to get better so falling and tumbling was just how it worked, of course, she hadn't any more. Any of the stories she's told you have all been from the past. Kaz had fallen too, he jumped off a building and that's how he injured his leg, but you don't think any of their stories have lived up to this.

Your hair is flung back behind you, and you really have no control over your body. It should seem like your going down but that's not what it looks like, it looks like your floating up. You try and spread out your body so you would slow the speed you were falling at but it's no use.

You try and scream but at the rate that your falling it gets caught in the air and even that ability is taken away from you like so much air fills your lungs.

You don't close your eyes and try to imagine what your life could have been. After all, the only reason you weren't on the ground, safe with your friends was that you had just robbed and gotten Nikolai back Strumhond's ships. You might as well enjoy the view.

Luckily for you, there was a beautiful sunrise in the distance and the clouds seemed to be placed in all the right places like the framing around a picture.

Though it was ironic because it showed that life would go on after you died because death was inevitable for you wasn't it? Your life was just another spec in the universe barely even making a dent in anything.

A bitter thought comes to mind; at least you wouldn't have to deal with all the shit trauma you would have had to go through. The reason you had 'slipped' from the ledge was no coincidence.

The air around you started to get heavy and you could see the bottom of the earth coming closer and closer. It's then where you close your eyes and your mind forms two people - Kaz and Inej.

Your girlfriend and boyfriend would... Gosh, they would probably wreck the world till they found out who made you fall. Only their search would end up empty.

You didn't want to leave them like this, not really yet they had each other. Would good were you? You were always just an extra understudy, you were never good at something you were just... Average.

And why would you want to live in this saint's forsaken world any longer?

Mentally you brace yourself for the impact; you probably wouldn't even feel a thing. You were so high up that the force of you hitting the ground would make it so you would die on impact.

You don't. You don't end up hitting the ground the rough and welcoming grass and dirt of the earth signifying your end. Your freedom, no you find yourself face-first into a ginormous cushion on a flying boat.

Groaning you look around only to find that this is definitely Nikolai's (or Strumhond's) ship. And there were some frazzled-looking Crows coming right towards you.

Fuck. Fucking shit- Nope, nope you were not going to talk about this. No one needed to know! It was only a little high...

You had almost taken your own life.

The facts come full force at you and you have to calm your breathing so you don't have a full-on panic attack.

"Y/n!" Inej comes full force basically flying towards you as she leaps through the air as graceful as a cat and lands right beside you. Suddenly she pulls you into her arms and you have to remind yourself to embrace her because you feel so numb.

"I'm okay." You croak and it comes out a little teary but to everyone else, it had sounded like you were afraid of what might have happened but what you really were afraid of was what did happen.

Inej helps you off the cushion even though you are pretty sure you sustained little to no injuries. That thing was fucking soft.

"Y/n." It comes out shaky and your eyes meet Kaz's and they aren't lined with tears like Inej's but his voice wavers and holds the fear of the man who would do anything not to be scared like that ever again.

He limps over to you both and surprisingly pulls you both into his embrace.

This time you don't feel numb no - you feel fucking guilty.

Finally, all three of you pull away and when you meet Kaz's eyes again you know he knows.

By the Saints, this is just your luck today, isn't it?

"What happened," Kaz says slowly like he's talking to a child.

Okay, and that's why you didn't want to tell anyone because you weren't a child and you weren't making this shit up! He couldn't just undermine you because he thought you need some support 'that way!' That's not what you need!

It's not going to make it any better.

"I fell." You say crossing your arms taking a few steps back from Inej and Kaz.

"Kaz let it go." Inej's voice isn't light it's that commanding tone she uses to the people on her ship. She's never used that tone on us, sure maybe that mother tone but not that tone.

What's happening to us?

Kaz sets his hard gaze on Inej willing her to take a step back but she stands her ground of course she does.

Am I the reason we'll fall apart?

"Really? Is that what really happened?" Kaz utters and he turns his gaze towards you. It's hard and angry and he isn't Kaz Brekker or Kaz Rietveld anymore, he's Dirtyhands. And your just another opposing gang member he's trying to get information out of.

"Yes!" You shrink away from him becoming smaller and smaller till you hit the wall of the ship.

Inej seems to have caught on to what Kaz is assuming and she looks at you in surprise and shock.

"Y/n... No, no you can't have..."

"Why don't I believe you?"

You are pressed up against the wall now with Kaz and Inej in front of you, keeping you in your place so you don't or can't run away.

It was always meant to be Dirtyhands and the Wraith wasn't it? You were a fool for thinking they could ever love you. They would leave you wouldn't they? If you told them the truth.

Everything would be lost.

"I was... I was holding on!" You nearly yell like your trying to convince yourself that you didn't let go of that ship. That you almost won the war within yourself.

"Then I lost my grip on the ledge and I just... I was falling."

It's Inej this time who speaks and she gently places a hand on your shoulder.

"Did you fall or did you let go?"

The question hangs in the air and you see now that they weren't Dirtyhands and the Wraith, no. They were concerned, worried, and afraid they were going to lose you to yourself.

"I let go." You whisper looking down at the floor of the ship not bearing to be able to look them in the eyes.

You shove them out of the way but you couldn't just run away, it was a fucking flying ship for fucks shake! There was no getting away, and you didn't feel like flinging yourself off Nikolai's ship.

So you just stand by the railing as silent tears slowly roll down your face the only thing that recognized your suffering.

Out of the corner of your vision, you see two people come up beside you on each side. You don't say anything you don't even look at them, you just look on at the sunrise and how it's almost forming into a beautiful sunny day.

"I'm sorry." Inej whispers and you hesitantly takes your hand and you can't help but let her.

You look over to Kaz and for once in your life, all his guards are down and you can tell he's also sorry. But you could also tell that he was so, so afraid.

"Please don't leave us."

Its barely said yet you can hear it clear as day and he takes your other hand looking at you with pleading eyes.

Looking over to Inej her eyes held the same beg, the beg of forgiveness, and the beg of safety.

Your beautiful Crows.

"I'll try."

"That's all we ask." Inej states as she and Kaz move closer to you and you all look at the sun. And what's beyond.

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[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

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