#(5 word promts)

[24hlevi]

Can you do a fluff promt #24 on the second list with chishiya? I love that man sm so it would be nice!

thank you so much for requesting! 🫶

also it's literally 5 in the morning i just woke up im sorry if this is terrible

— SAFE WITH YOU

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again.") from my 2.5k event

warnings: language

after waiting for chishiya outside of the king of diamonds, he appeared to be different. you couldn't pinpoint how exactly, but you were sure that something happened in that game that resulted in him being different towards you, as if he out of nowhere started caring about your opinions and life. the two of you walked in silence as you held the umbrella above both of you due to the rain that was progressively getting worse as time went on.

until he finally spoke.

"what do you think about the value of a human life?"

"what?" you question, turning your head to look over at him.

"i didn't realize it before but, i think of it differently now," he says, looking forward at the buildings.

"what do you mean?" you said, a confused look on your face.

"i mean-"

he was interrupted by a gunshot echoing throughout the city, and when he turned to look at you, you were suddenly on the ground, grasping your side. chishiya's eyes widened ever so slightly as he quickly looked around to see who had fired that shot, and his gaze turned dark when he spotted niragi down the road.

"shit," he cursed under his breath, crouching down beside you. "y/n, y/n, can you hear me?"

"yeah," you nodded, wincing in pain as you held the wound, your eyes closed with your head on the cement.

"i'm going to get you out of here, okay?" he says, a bit of nervousness in his voice you'd never heard before. "c'mon, i'm going to pick you up and we're going to run, alright?"

"okay," you answer, nodding your head again.

chishiya carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style and hearing another shot fire. he quickly started running in no particular direction, knowing niragi would follow him, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were still alive.

he turned and went into a building, shutting the door behind him and glancing around to see what was in there. an office building. he went down the hall and opened the door to one of the offices, going to the corner and laying you down on the ground.

you had passed out by now, and the blood was seeping through your clothes onto the floor beneath you, and he knew he had to do something fast or else you wouldn't make it. he went through the whole building grabbing items and first aid supplies that would help, and when he returned, he sat in front of you and stared for a moment.

"this is going to sting," he says, putting some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel he found and pressing it onto your wound.

you awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting up and letting out a yelp before chishiya pushed you back down onto your back.

"lay down," he tells you. "i'm trying to make sure you don't die on me."

you laid back down without a response, trying not to think about the words he said to you. this was definitely different. in the whole year you had known this man, he comes out different because of a damned killing game. you don't know what happened in that venue, but you don't really want to know either. you sat in silence as he carefully fixed you up with the limited materials he had gathered in the building, occasionally looking over at him to see how he looked. his eyebrows were furrowed together slightly in focus of stitching the wound closed, and his eyes had a new look in them, one you couldn't quite figure out.

"there, all done," he suddenly speaks, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"thank you," you mutter, slowly sitting up to lean against the wall.

"don't thank me," chishiya shook his head.

leaning your head against the wall, you let out a long sigh. "how much longer do we have to be here?"

"supposedly there's only two more games left," he answered, sitting down next to you. "one is the king of spades, which i've heard is simply a man running around killing all of us."

"great," you mumble. "let's hope he doesn't find us here, then. otherwise i'm done for," you speak quietly.

"don't worry," chishiya shakes his head. "you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again."

you look over at him in subtle shock at his words, and judging by his expression, he was shocked by his own words. "thank you," you say quietly.

"don't thank me," he repeats what he said earlier. "i've just come to realize the value of a human life, and you're the most important person in my life."

you almost couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. was this really happening? did he mean what he was saying, or was he just talking to make you feel better? surely, it couldn't be that. he wouldn't say anything like that in that kind of way. "what are you trying to say?" you ask.

"i love you," he answered.

there it was. the words you had been hoping to hear from him since the day you found yourself in love with him. part of you didn't believe it was possible, knowing the way he was. but, you finally got something good out of this world.

"i love you too."

[pinchofhoney]

You know I can't stay away from your writing for long so here I am againnn....angst prompt 5 and fluff promt 10. Besties to loverss plsssss.....with either Sirius Black or Kaz I can't choose

No angst...I can't take it rnnnn 😭

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angst prompt five: “please leave before i lose myself to madness and beg you to stay”

fluff prompt ten: and it was when A watched B look at someone else the way they wanted to be looked at. does A realize how much in love with their best friend they were?

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kaz brekker x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

warning: kaz has no romantic feelings for inej in this one, it doesn't have a specific time in the canon, i made up one of the characters, best friends to lovers (between the lines), mention of murder

summary: It seems that Kaz always expects you to read between the lines, even though you are a thief and not an expert in interpreting written texts.

a/n: whenever i see notifications from you, i feel like a happy golden retriever puppy, hello!!<33 i feel that writing anything with sirius would be easier for me in almost every way, especially since that character has been my favorite since childhood, but i wanted to try something new and i was thrilled with the chance to do so! (it's a mess)

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As you stepped out into the gloomy, rain-soaked streets of Ketterdam, you could felt the weight of the city's bearing down upon you. It was a place where danger lurked around every corner, where crime and corruption were the norm, and where only the strongest and most cunning survived. The city's winding, labyrinthine streets were treacherous and difficult to navigate, with slimy cobblestones that seemed to shift and writhe beneath your feet. The stench of sewage and decay hanged heavy in the air, a reminder of the filth and squalor that permeated every inch of the city.

The people of Ketterdam were a rough and ragged bunch, with sharp tongues and even sharper knives. Every interaction was a potential threat, every stranger a possible enemy. It was a place where trust was hard to come by, and betrayal was always just a heartbeat away. And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the city. It was the only place where you've ever felt truly at home, where you could be yourself without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a feeling that both comforted and terrified you, and you knew that you'll never be able to escape it, no matter how hard you try.

You hated Ketterdam with a passion, yet you found yourself unable to imagine living anywhere else. Maybe it was because you hated yourself too, the mere thought of being ordinary filled you with a deep-seated loathing. You had no talents, no skills that could make others look at you with admiration, and to make matters worse, you weren't your parents' favorite child either. That distinction belonged to your older sister, the Grisha who had always been showered with adoration and affection, even when she was away in the Little Palace, thousands of miles from home.

Your parents had always compared you to her, highlighting your shortcomings and making you feel like a disappointment. Even when she was gone, they treated you worse than they ever had before, as if you brought them shame just by existing.

Yet, in Ketterdam, your ordinariness was a blessing. As a member of a gang of thieves, you were the perfect fit. Your lack of beauty and grace made you unremarkable, allowing you to blend into the shadows and avoid attention. You moved with ease through the convoluted streets of the city, navigating its twists and turns, always keeping your wits about you. Of course, there were a times of doubts, where you couldn't help but think that perhaps being strikingly beautiful would be an asset to your profession, especially when robbing wealthy merchants who came to Ketterdam seeking to indulge in its illicit pleasures. But even then, you knew that such a gift would come with its own set of complications, and in Ketterdam, complications were the last thing you needed.

You pulled the hood of your dark cloak over your head, lowering it slightly to obscure your face. You didn't want to be recognized by anyone, but at the same time, you needed to keep an eye on your surroundings and react quickly if needed.

You hastily tucked your frozen hands into the pockets of your coat and quickened your step as you saw two men who were part of the Dime Lions. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized them. Lately, you had been avoiding these people more than usual, ever since you got into an unnecessary street fight with several members of the gang. They had made it clear that they weren't happy with you, and you knew that they wouldn't hesitate to attack you if given the chance.

But it wasn't just the Dime Lions that you were avoiding. Some people in Ketterdam knew about things they shouldn’t. It was no secret that rumors spread like wildfire in this city, and often found their way into the hands of those who would use them for their own gain. But in a world full of terrible people, you had to be worse.

You walked with no clear destination in mind, driven by the need to distance yourself as much as possible from the Crow Club. It was only moments ago that you had found yourself in a heated argument with the one person who mattered the most to you. His stubborn pride had come between you once again, making you curse his name to the heavens above.

The tension in the hallway was thick enough to cut with a knife as you and Kaz stood facing each other, both seething with frustration. His eyes glinted in the dim light, anger etched deep into the lines of his face. What had started as a minor disagreement had quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, fueled by the unspoken feelings that both tried to hide.

“You don't understand, Y/N,” Kaz growled, his voice low and scratchy. “You never do. You're always off on your own, thinking you know what's best for everyone. You can't keep taking unnecessary risks. It's not just your life on the line.”

“I know that,” you snapped back, your eyes flashing with anger. “But we can’t just sit back and do nothing. We need to take action if we want to survive.”

“Of course we need to take action,” Kaz shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'm not saying we should do nothing. But we need to be smart about it. We can't rush in blindly. That's why I'm in charge. I know what I'm doing.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Sometimes being smart means taking risks. That's how we get ahead.”

A heavy silence hung in the air between you, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the rustle of your clothes. Kaz's gaze bore into you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

His jaw tightened, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine,” he said, his voice icy. “Do whatever you want. But don't expect me to follow you blindly into danger.”

You took a step closer to Kaz, your eyes blazing. “I don't need you to follow me, Kaz. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his hand on his cane for support. “Then go ahead and do that. But please, leave before I lose myself to madness and beg you to stay.”

Your chest tightened with hope as Kaz's words registered in your mind. Could it be that he actually wanted you to stay? But your hopes were dashed as you saw him turn his back and begin walking away. The urge to call out to him, to make him admit his feelings, consumed you, but you knew it was pointless. Kaz Brekker was not one to bare his soul.

With a frustrated growl, you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. Without another word, you turned and stormed down the stairs. Ignoring Jesper's questioning gaze and Wylan's confused expression, you burst out into the rain-soaked streets of the Barrel, letting the cool droplets wash away your anger and frustration.

Your mind was a chaotic mess of emotions as you walked, all directed towards the one man who had the power to make you feel so much. Kaz's words echoed in your head, spoken in his rough voice, which usually sounded like the most beautiful melody to your ears, but now it was a curse that tormented you and did not allow you to find peace.

“I don't need you, Kaz. You're the last person I want,” you muttered under your breath, and as if fate was playing a game, you bumped into the very person with whom the whole argument began. What a coincidence.

You lifted your gaze, and your eyes met with the one who infamously called himself Ketterdam's most dangerous person. Although he didn't know you, you were familiar with him well enough to know that he would want to have you with him despite your undistinguished appearance and lack of special skills.

In a rush of panic, you lowered your head, feigning humility to mask your face. “I apologize, sir,” you began, trying to hide the hint of fear you could sense in your voice. “I should be more careful.”

The man smirked, his eyes scanning over your form. “It's no problem, sweetheart,” he said, his voice oozing with arrogance and entitlement. “But you should watch where you're going. It's not safe to be wandering around these parts alone.” His hand brushed against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You flinched at the touch, trying to pull away from him, but then he grabbed you. You knew what type of man he was, and the last thing you wanted was to be alone with him in a dark alley. You tried to think of an excuse to leave, but before you could say anything, the gravelly rasp of a familiar voice interrupted.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Kaz's voice was calm and controlled, but there was an underlying threat that made the man release his grip on you and take a step back.

“None at all,” the man replied smoothly.

Kaz stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “I suggest you leave the lady alone then.”

The man scoffed. “I suggest you mind your own business, boy.”

Kaz's hand, covered with a leather glove, tightened on the crow's head ornamenting his cane. “I'll make it my business if I see someone harassing a woman in my city.”

The man sneered, clearly not intimidated by Kaz's threat. “Your city?” he asked with a hint of derision, studying Kaz more thoughtfully. Suddenly, as if he had just connected the dots, he added, “Last time I checked, it was still called Ketterdam, not Dirtyhands's kingdom.”

Kaz's expression didn't change, but you could sense the tension in the air. “Believe what you want, but if you don't leave now, I'll make sure you regret it.”

The man seemed to consider his options for a moment before finally releasing a grunt of annoyance and walking away, oblivious to the inevitable fate that awaited him regardless of his decision. Death was the only possible outcome and the only variable was who would carry out the execution.

Finally, the man was out of sight, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Kaz turned to you, and you met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and anger. Despite feeling indebted to him for his intervention, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his interference. “I didn't need your help,” you said, trying to sound confident.

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It sure looked like you did.”

You glared at him, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He had seen you in a moment of vulnerability, and you hated yourself for it. “I could have handled it,” you insisted, although you knew it was a lie. You couldn't have handled the situation on your own. You were a skilled thief, but you lacked the physical strength to overpower a man twice your size. You were not armed with revolvers, nor did you possess the abilities of a Corpsewitch. You were just an average person, with quick fingers and the ability to pick locks, nothing more.

“How did you know where to find me?” you added.

“Did you think I wouldn't follow you? I had a feeling you'd get yourself into trouble, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you was grateful that Kaz had your back. “And what about-”

“Inej will take care of him,” he said, cutting you off, signaling that he didn't want to discuss the matter any further. “Let's head back to the Slat. You're soaked.”

Kaz started walking away, disappearing into a dark alley without waiting for you. You sighed and followed him, feeling the dampness of your clothes sticking to your skin.

The walk back to the Slat was silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestones to fill the air. As you entered the place, you immediately noticed the curious looks of your crewmates. Jesper was there, even though he usually preferred gambling at the Crows Cub and Matthias stood at the top of the stairs, watching you with his arms crossed. It seemed like everyone was waiting for you to return, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Ignoring the greetings, Kaz announced, “You'll never guess who Y/N met.” The room fell silent, and Kaz removed his hat as if to emphasize his point. “Antoon Beudeker.”

A hum of surprised sounds ran through the room, and all eyes turned to you. You felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. You had been trying to track down Beudeker for weeks, but he always managed to slip away from you, as if someone in the Dregs was tipping him off about your plans.

Nina spoke up, breaking the silence. “What do you mean by that?”

Kaz looked at you, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “A talent for stealing isn't Y/N's only skill. As you can see, the talent for trouble far outweighs it.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Kaz's gaze, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. You knew you had made a mistake by bumping into Beudeker, but it wasn't even your fault. All you wanted was to cut yourself off after the argument with Kaz, and now he was the one who was right again.

Wylan's voice carried through the quiet room, breaking the tension. “What are we do with him now?” he asked, but no one answered, assuming that it was up to their missing Wraith to handle the situation.

Jesper's frustration boiled over, and he jumped up from his seat. “It's not fair!” he exclaimed, pointing his revolver at the wall. “I was the one who wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.”

Matthias stepped forward, before anyone reacted to sharpshooter's words, his expression serious. “We need to figure out who's been leaking our plans to Antoon. This could be dangerous for all of us.”

“I agree,” Nina added. “We need to find out who's been betraying us and deal with them.”

Wylan's voice piped up, “What if we set a trap?”

Kaz nodded, considering the idea.

“We could feed different information to each member of the Dregs and see which version gets back to someone who will claim to be Beudeker now. That way, we'll know who we can trust and who we can't,” you suggested.

Nina grinned. “I like it. And if we catch the traitor, we can make an example out of them.”

Jesper's eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I'll provide the entertainment.”

Matthias shook his head. “No, Jesper. We can't take the law into our own hands. We'll handle the traitor according to our own rules, but we won't kill them.”

Jesper shrugged, disappointed but not arguing. “But killing is our rule, Helvar.”

Matthias's expression darkened, but before he could reply, Kaz spoke up. “That's enough. We're not discussing this any further. We need to focus on finding the leak first, not arguing about how to deal with them.”

Jesper and Matthias both looked at Kaz, but neither of them said anything. The silence in the room was heavy with tension, and you could sense the frustration emanating from Jesper and the anger radiating from Matthias. Kaz's tone had effectively shut down the conversation, but you knew that it was far from over.

“We'll start investigating tomorrow,” Kaz's voice filled the room again. “For now, let's all get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.”

As Kaz's words faded away, the tension in the room dissipated, and everyone began to go their separate ways. You hesitated, still reeling from the events of the evening, unsure of what to do next.

Sensing your unease, Kaz approached you, his expression serious but not unkind. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said, his voice low. “But we have a job to do, and we can't afford to let our emotions cloud our judgment. I need you to be focused tomorrow, do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling a bit guilty for today’s argument. “Yes. I'll be ready,” you replied, determined to not let him down.

Kaz gave you a small nod of approval before turning to leave. You watched him go, listening to the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the panels. The weight of his words settling on your shoulders. It was true that you couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way of the investigation, but it was easier said than done. The events of the evening had shaken you to your core, and you weren't sure if you could push them aside so easily. Life in Ketterdam has been hard, but never before has such danger reached you directly.

With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to your room, hoping that a good night's rest would help clear your mind.

You were surprised to find the Antoon's spy so easily, feeling foolish for not discovering it sooner. Despite the setback, the mood in the Crow Club remained peaceful as the days passed. The seventh of you sat together, planning your next move and gossiping about Ketterdam's richest people. Kaz seemed more relaxed than usual, and even Jesper and Matthias were on their best behavior, seemingly content to simply enjoy the moment of peace.

As the night wore on and the group's conversation continued to flow, you couldn't help but notice Kaz's eyes on you. You caught his gaze a few times, and each time you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. It was a feeling you had been trying to ignore for a while now, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing day.

As you turned to look at Jesper, who was recounting a funny story, you noticed Kaz's expression change slightly. It was a subtle shift, but you could tell he was suddenly distant, lost in thought.

After a few minutes, Kaz stood up and motioned for you to follow him. You looked around at the others, confused, but they simply shrugged and continued their conversation. You followed Kaz up the dimly lit hallway to his office.

Once inside, Kaz closed the door and motioned for you to take a seat. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, feeling a bit nervous. Kaz took a seat opposite you, resting his cane on the desk, right next to the chair and leaned forward, his elbows on his desk.

His expression was serious, but not unkind. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” he began, his voice low. “I've noticed that things between us have been a bit... different lately.”

You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Different how?” you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.

Kaz leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I think you know what I mean,” he replied, his gaze fixed on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was talking about. “Kaz, I...” you began, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“I just wanted you to know that I'm aware of the situation,” he said, his tone even, then he paused for a moment. “You know, Y/N. I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to care for someone. To really care for someone,” he looked directly at you, his eyes intense, emphasizing the weight of his words. “And I've come to the conclusion that there's no one I care for more than you.”

You were completely taken aback by Kaz's words. You had never heard him express his feelings so openly before. Your heart raced as you searched his face for any sign of insincerity, but you found none. You were overcome with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and joy.

His heart sank as he watched you gaze at Jesper with a look of admiration and affection earlier, even if you two were just friends. It was then that he realized how deeply in love with you he truly was. He had been trying to ignore his feelings for you for so long, but seeing you look at someone else with such tenderness was too much to bear.

Kaz carefully chose his words, wanting to express his feelings without being too direct. “I've been thinking about our friendship,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I value our bond more than anything else in the world, and I want to make sure that nothing ever comes between us.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked genuinely confused by Kaz's sudden openness.

He shifted in his seat, looking almost uncomfortable, “Well, I just wanted to make sure that you know how much you mean to me,” Kaz said, his eyes meeting yours. “There's no one else I trust or care for more than you, Y/N.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity and depth of emotion behind them. You knew that he was a man of few words, and when he spoke, it was always with a purpose. It was hard to reconcile this Kaz with the cold and distant one you had grown accustomed to over the years.

You couldn't help but feel that there was an underlying message in Kaz's words, something that he wasn't explicitly stating. Your intuition was telling you that there was more to the story than what he had let on. You couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was amiss.

“Kaz,” you began, your voice hesitant. “Is there something else you want to tell me? Something that you're not saying?”

Kaz's expression remained neutral, but you could sense a hint of discomfort in his demeanor. You knew that he wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised that he was hesitant to open up to you completely.

“I've said what I needed to say,” Kaz replied, his voice flat. “There's nothing more to it.”

His reply felt like a dead end, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You knew that he was a complex person, with layers that even you couldn't fully comprehend, but you couldn't shake off the sense that he was still holding something back. Nonetheless, you tried to put on a brave face and show your gratitude for his honesty.

“Okay,” you said, rising from your seat. “I appreciate you telling me how you feel. Our friendship means the world to me too, Kaz.” You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were, but you knew that you needed to be patient and let him come to you when he was ready.

[javier-pena]

So ... I recently hit 10,000 followers, which is completely insane to me!! I wish I could thank each and everyone of you who has been here since the beginning or who followed two days ago personally, but that's just not possible. Instead, I'm doing a small request-based fic celebration 🤭

What is it about?

You can choose from a list of characters and a list of prompts (or send in your own) and I will write a (hopefully) short fic (1-3k words) based on your request. You can choose a stand-alone fic or request something that fits into one of my longer stories (Hubris, Triumvirate, In Plain Sight, the Javi G universe). Please send in your requests until April 27!

How to send in your requests?

Please send me an ask (anonymous or not) specifying the following:

Step 1: Do you want your fic to be reader insert?

Please specify the gender (if there is no specification, I will most likely write f!reader, but I might choose something else if I think it fits the prompt). You don't have to choose just one character, you can also choose more, e.g. Javi Gutierrez x f!reader x Dieter Bravo x Agent Whiskey. Your request doesn't have to be reader insert, you can also request a specific dynamic, e.g. Javier Peña x Joel Miller.

Step 2: Do you want your fic to be nsfw?

If you want your fic to be nsfw or if you don't want it to be nsfw please specify this in your request. If you don't, I will write whatever fits the prompt.

Step 3: Is there anything you want me to avoid?

If there are any triggers, themes, character traits etc. you don't want me to include, please tell me. The fics will come with warnings but I wouldn't want to write something you can't/don't want to read for whatever reason.

Step 4: Choose one or more character(s)!

I will write for the following characters. You can send in a different character too, but there is no guarantee I will write your request unless it's another character from the movie/show that's on the list (e.g. Tommy Miller).

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Clint (Freaky Tales)

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Ezra (Prospect)

Lucien Flores (The Uninvited)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Tess Servopoulos (The Last of Us)

Silva (Strange Way of Life) - I will not write x f!reader for Silva

Dave York (The Equalizer 2)

Step 5: Choose a promt!

You can choose up to three of the following prompts or send in your own.

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"

"And what are you going to do about that?"

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

"I don't like you!" "Finally something we can agree on."

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"Don't play with me."

"It's not your choice."

"Please tell me I can touch you."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"You're still holding back, just let go."

"I don't want you to say that you love me. Love will not fix anything. It just makes everything more complicated."

"Don't look at me like that." "How am I looking at you?"

"I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me, I fucking tried."

"You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known."

"Don't make me jealous."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

"I could make you beg for it." "I would love to see you try."

"I already have a boyfriend." "That's great. Invite him as well."

"It was just a kiss."

"I don't feel like we're close enough to have this type of conversation."

"Oh, jealousy looks good on you."

"Do you still have feelings for me?" "Well, do you still have feelings for me?" "I asked first."

"Three years was not enough to get over you."

"What if someone sees us?"

"You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

"No, I refuse to believe that you would do that to me."

"You're just saying that to be nice. No need to pity me." "What I feel for you is definitely not pity."

Step 6: Have fun!

And if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to message me!

[yeosatinyngz]

hii!! love your blog and you so much <33 So for the anniversary event i would ask if you could do sae with promt 05. Genre hurt/comfort and fem reader <3

Hiii! I’m so honored to hear that, I love you so much too! <33 Your wish is my command! <3

#5: “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

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The story of you and Sae was a story that leaves a bitter taste in the back of your throat. What started out as a sweet relationship turned into one so sour. You still remember the day before Sae left for Spain you took all the strength within you to confess to him and he surprisingly returned your feelings. You two agreed to commit to a long distance relationship and as they say, long distance never works out.

You guys texted and facetimed everyday and gradually as days passed Sae started to text less and didn’t have the time to facetime you anymore. You were upset but understood that Sae was busy practicing. You stopped texting him as much but always made sure you sent him texts telling him to take care of himself and that you love him.

You still remember the night as clear as day, Sae facetimed you out of nowhere and you remembered your heart beating out of joy that he finally was facetiming you after months, but that joy soon turned into utter despair. He coldly stated that you were nothing but a distraction towards his career and that he didn’t need you in his life anymore. He hung up immediately afterwards and your heart broke into pieces as tears hopelessly fell down from your eyes.

Now here you were years later at the JFU press conference as you knew Rin was participating in the blue lock project. Looking out for Rin you wanted to make sure the project was something legit. After Anri wrapped up the conference you stood up and walked to exit and that’s when you made eye contact with the male you once loved. The pain you thought you overcame came back as you locked eyes with him, you quickly broke contact and walked off to the opposite direction he was in.

You heard him calling out for you behind you, “Y/N, wait.” Of course you don’t oblige and start speeding up your steps. He still persistently followed behind you and finally caught up to you as he grabbed your arm to stop you from escaping from him. You quickly retracted your arm out of his hold and coldly spat out, “What do you want?” “I just wanted to say hi.” You scoffed and glared at him, “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

Angst ending:

He looked away from your menacing gaze and sighed, “Actually, I wanted to apologize to you. Not one day passed where I didn’t think of you and how guilty I felt for lashing out on you unreasonably.” “You’re a few years too late, Itoshi.” He could only smile bitterly at how you addressed him on a last name basis. “I know but you still deserve an apology.” You knew your worth, “Damn right I do and now that you’re done talking I’ll be on my way.”

Sae wanted to make things right and felt frustrated seeing that he didn’t accomplish his goal. “Y/N please, can you forgive me?” “I’m sorry but until you can man up and be a good brother by apologizing to Rin, I won’t be accepting any apologies coming from you. Goodbye Itoshi.” With that, you left Sae standing alone with his thoughts as he clenched his fists.

Happy ending:

*continuing from the pink divider*

He looked away from your menacing gaze and sighed, “Actually, I wanted to apologize to you. Not one day passed where I didn’t think of you and how guilty I felt for lashing out on you unreasonably.” Those were the words you wanted to hear for so long and hearing them now makes you believe that you were dreaming this. So you pinched yourself and upon feeling the pain you confirmed that this was really happening.

“Well, I appreciate the apology but I won’t be forgiving you so easily you know?” “I expected that much, will you allow me the opportunity to make it up to you?” “All I can say is give it your best, I expect you to spoil me rotten.” “As you wish. How about lunch on me?” “Sounds good.” Just the tiniest smile appeared on your face. Maybe the story of you two hasn’t ended just yet and this was just the start of the sequel.

[maiiefizz]

Jegulus Promt: Ensure

06.04.24, @jegulus-microfic

517 Words

That's Part 3 (last part)

(can be read as standalone)

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Part 1

Part 2

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It took 3 days of a continuous unusual and silent James.

26 times asking what was wrong.

12 self-esteem dramas.

At least 4 secret phone calls from James.

And 1 morning of waking up alone.

James came back into the room half an hour after regulus woke up.

At home this wouldn't be a rarity because James always goes running in the morning. But on holiday he goes swimming. And at the moment he is absolutely dry.

The day passes, Regulus tries to suppress his worst fears.

And after dinner, the two of them walk along the beach.

Hand in hand, they walk side by side until James suddenly stops.

"Regulus?"

"Potter?"

"Sooo..."

James turns to his boyfriend and takes hold of his other hand.

He starts talking, his voice trembling, and Regulus knows the time has come.

This is going to change everything.

Only he doesn't know yet that it will be for the better.

"So... I've had a little... dilemma in the last few days."

"Oh, and now you suddenly think it's the right time to talk about it?"

James looks puzzled for a moment, but then he has his typical cheeky grin on his face

"Now is the perfect time, love."

Regulus rolls his eyes but looks at James.

"So..."

"James I swear to bloody God, stop saying 'so' and get to the point!"

"Yeah, right, the point. Ehm... I...we've been together for a while now, and... I thought it was time we maybe..." James clears his throat and collects himself for a second. He closes his eyes for a moment and then looks deeply at Regulus. "I love you. I really do. I'm so deeply in love with you. I want to be with you forever and..." He lets go of regulus' hand, reaches into his trouser pocket and kneels down on one knee, "I want more than anything to finally have you as my husband." He shows regulus a ring. Not spectacular, on the contrary, it's a £10 ring from the hotel souvenir shop. But Regulus couldn't care less at the moment. He thought James was breaking up with him.

And ... and now this?

"You stupid arse! I was so scared! I thought that was it! You make such a fuss and and....and then this?"

But then Regulus starts to laugh, realises what situation he's in. His boyfriend of 5 years proposes to him, and he yells at him in response. So he logically starts laughing. "I hate you so much. But I love you even more!" He holds out his hand to James, it shakes. "Go on, get on with your schmaltzy stuff!"

James' panicked expression disappears and he smiles.

"Do you want to m-"

"Yes yes yes yes yes, go on!"

So James puts the ring on him and they both sit on the beach and talk for a long time.

Apparently Regulus' fiancé is just a forgetful klutz, so Regulus has to keep ensuring him that the £10 souvenir ring is okay too, and James ensures Regulus that he's never for a moment in his life thought about ever breaking up.

[neristudy]

Okay, so I've been in Deutschland for like a little more than a month now, and self studying is hella hard. Especially when you don't have the mental power to even open the damn A1.1 book.

So, what am I doing?

First of all, Spotify playlist with 100% German songs. And not just listen passively, but trying to get what the song is about by like 2-5 words I can hear there. Sometimes I am so wrong that the sheer ridiculous makes me remember the meaning when I look it up.

Second of all, I am a ficwriter, I must not forget that. So, what I've been doing? Taking the phrases from Clozemaster as promts, and (with Google Translate + Deepl, when needed) wrote a little paragraph on my random blorbos. I can't put into words how good it is for your comprehension. Maybe I even write a bigger fic fully in German one day.

Also, I am trying to speak the little German I know to natives. It is hard, it is silly, but I am learning, and there's no shame in learning.

[lorifragolina]

Hello! I wanted to post all my bingo fills for @harringrovesummerbingo last week but I couldn't, but I hope I could do it before the event ends! I was inspired by "Mine" by Taylor Swift (in Glee version, tbh, I'm afraid I'm not a swiftie XD) and it seems to me really Harringrove coded (but what song is not?).

It was complicated writing it and I'm not sure I could do a decent word, but I hope it fits with the promt.

Hope you enjoy!

Title: Mine

Square & Prompt: C2 "Hold on to love"

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3119

Major Tags: mental issues (mentioned).

Summary: Billy and Steve meet again and feel in love in college, but life is difficult and they have to fight for their love.

Read in on AO3

“I am dreaming or that's you, Harrington?”

Steve suddenly raised his head. It was like he was seeing a ghost of the past.

“Billy?” He said. 

Billy Hargrove put the coffee he had ordered on the table, holding the tray. 

For both of them, the other was the last person they had expected to see there, in a cafe in the campus in Chicago, on a spring Friday at 5 pm.

“Who bailed you, Harrington?” Said Billy later, at the second cup Steve ordered, an hour and a half later. 

Steve looked at the basketball match tickets he had in his hands. She wasn’t anything really, they met in class and started talking, and Steve invited her to the cafeteria two hours before. It was evident that she wouldn’t come. 

“Are you busy, Hargrove?”

They arrive a little late to the match, but anyway, Steve had a good time. He didn’t really follow college basketball, but the girl seemed interested in his team captain past, so it seemed a good idea to him.

Billy seemed happy, though, he was screaming and cheering, and he gave him a beautiful smile when he passed him the beer he bought for him.

Steve had observed Hargrove in the cafe, while he was serving at the tables: he was still muscled as in high school, the blonde curls tied back in a bun and, maybe, a little less tanned, his blue eyes and his signature mocking grin like he remembered. 

It was almost four years since the last time they saw each other, and a lot of things had changed. Steve was changed and he had discovered things about him, and then he accepted those things, thinking he had left behind the bigot atmosphere of a little midwest city. 

Hargrove seemed changed too, his voice was less sharp, when he greeted him before. He seemed really surprised to see him, and maybe a little pleased. He didn’t seem so abrasive when Steve explained briefly that the girl bailed him.

“I worked after graduation… and I traveled a little. I saved for college, but last year I won a scholarship”.

Steve nodded. It was strange they never crossed the campus last year, but Steve wasn’t exactly regular to class. He will be a senior next year and frankly he couldn't say he killed himself studying.

“Well, I‘m here,” Billy stopped in front of his dorm’s door, biting his lips and looking to the ground.

“I had a good time. Thanks for saving me from the shame of being bailed, Billy,” Steve smiled.

“At your service, princess,” Billy answered, regaining for a second the bitchy glimpse he had for Steve in high school.

“Maybe we can grab a drink sometimes?” Steve teased.

Billy nodded lightly. “Why not,” he looked at him with an unreadable expression, something between uncertainty and expectancy. “You know where to find me”.

“Of course. Good night, see you”, Steve waved and went away when Billy closed the door.

Billy stayed a little leaning on the door, catching his breath. Harrington, the last person he thought to see in Chicago, or anywhere. And he was desperate to kiss him goodnight.

They went out for that drink an evening of the same week, reconnecting a little and talking about the good old times; then Steve invited Billy to play basketball with his friends, in the park near his shared apartment, where they often threw parties for the girls too. Steve always invited him, but Billy didn’t always feel comfortable. He wasn’t officially out but his preferences weren't a secret for his closest friends, who were really little at the campus anyway. 

The cafeteria hosted a lot of lgbt events and it didn’t bother him, but for the first time in ages he started feeling uncomfortable again, when he was with Harrington and his gang of college studs, with their gross jokes and posters of boobs. He returned to feel like that scared boy at the high school, worried inside not to seem too queer. 

Steve smiled friendly at him, and Billy felt he was lying to him because he still liked him like in high school, and, although he smoothed a lot his temper, he started feeling some of that old rage of a caged animal; he didn’t want to lose Steve but he didn’t want to lie to him either. 

“It’s all ok, Billy?”

“Yes, why?” Damn, he probably answered too fast. 

“It seems you are avoiding me, lately,” Steve frowned. Billy declined all his invitations in the last two weeks. Steve had to catch him at work to talk to him. “Did I do something?”

“No,” Billy collected the cups from the bar, without looking at him. “I was just busy”.

“You sure?”

Billy nodded. 

“Did you find a girlfriend?” Joked Steve, trying to make him talk. They were not so close he expected Billy to tell him all his life, but he felt a little neglected.

“Of course not, Harrington,” Billy answered drily. The moment was valid as any other. “It would be a boyfriend, in any case,” he deliberately avoided Steve’s eyes and kept washing the plates.

Steve stayed silent for a moment, processing his words, probably. 

“And…” Steve stretched out a little to him.

“No. No boyfriend,” said Billy blushing.

“So you’re free for a drink?”

“What?” Billy was surprised and looked at Steve in the face: he didn’t seem disgusted or bothered by his confession.

“If you’re not avoiding me and you’re not dating anyone, I guess we can go out together, when you finish here”.

“Like…”

“Just a drink, if you want. You’re not avoiding me, right?”

Billy frowned, confused, but he had to nod. He had to be able to be just friends with Steve, he was an adult. Now Steve knew everything about him and still wanted to be with him, it was a progress.

They were sitting together on Steve's sofa, playing video games. Billy wasn’t really good but he enjoyed the ritual with the other guys, they’re playing with one of Steve’s roommates, another senior with whom Steve has been living since their freshmen year. They mocked him a little, as usual, when he dumbly lost the match. 

“Do you want something more?” Said the guy pointing at the empty bottles on the table.

“Oh yes, thanks, a beer for me. Billy?”

“Why not. Do you need help?”

“No, thanks, I’ll be back in a minute”, he disappeared to the kitchen.

“I’m really useless at this, don’t you think?”

“Nah, it’s just you don’t have muscular memory. We've been playing since we were kids”.

Billy pursed his lips, and nodded. His father never allowed him to own or play video games.

Billy chuckled and threw the controller, resting his head on the armrest; Steve smiled at him and got nearer, lightly touching Billy’s knee with his own; Billy felt goosebumps in his nape, but didn’t move his leg, watching Steve lying a little on him.

“Can you believe it?” whispered Steve, near his ear. “We, sitting here like friends. Would you ever have imagined it, back in Hawkins?”

Billy shivered, but tried to smile too. “No, I never thought we could be…” his voice died on his lips, when Steve took his hand and intertwined their fingers. “…friends”.

Steve stared at his eyes, smiling sweetly, and moving insensibly towards him.

“Harrington, but you don’t…” 

“Oh, yes, I do. I play in more than a team,” Steve smiled.

Billy held his breath, speechless. He squinted his eyes, because he couldn’t do differently.

“Here you are your beer, guys, sorry for the wait”.

Steve’s roommate came back from the kitchen and they moved apart abruptly.

Billy hid in the bathroom for several minutes; he couldn’t hear well, he was surely confused. Even if he could have feelings with Steve, he surely had misread the signals: they were just buddies.

“Billy?” Steve knocked on the door. “Are you ok?”

Billy opened the door after thirty seconds. “Yeah, sure,” he passed at Steve’s side without looking at him; Steve stopped him grabbing his arm.

“Billy, wait!”

Billy freezed and looked frantically at the corridor behind Steve, and Steve sighed.

“Oh… ok. Billy, don’t worry, they are…” Billy stiffened. Steve let him go but insisted on taking a walk with him.

On the way, he told Billy that he had coming to terms with his bisexuality just after graduation, when he was still in Hawkins and started dating Eddie Munson; Billy was frankly surprised, but he wasn’t able to let himself go and relax; and when they got nearer to the dorm, he was afraid of how they could say goodnight. 

Apparently, Steve didn’t want to leave him so early, so he proposed to walk to the lake, and talk for a while more. Billy pursed his lips and nodded, frankly unable to leave Steve either. 

They sat in a bench near the water, and they stayed there in silence, just listening to their thoughts going at a crazy speed; Steve sighed and reached his hand and brushed it softly; Billy leant in the touch for a fraction of second, but moved away immediately. Steve insisted and got a little near again, staring at his lips.

Billy cowed. 

“Steve, I’m not…”

“I like you,” whispered Steve. “More than I expected, Billy, seriously”.

“I… I’m not… good at it. I’m not… ready”.

“But do you like me?”

Billy suddenly looked him in the eyes, blushing. He didn’t need to put it in words, and Steve smiled a little.

“There is no rush, Billy. Let's figure it out together, ok?”

Billy nodded, shivering a little. Steve smiled sweetly, caressing Billy’s cheek and nape. Billy let him push his head and closed his eyes. 

Steve brushed his lips in a little kiss, but after a second, Billy moved his head. Every fiber of his body wanted to run away, but he forced himself to breath and calm down a little.

Billy leant his head on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve put his arm around him. 

It was the first time in Billy’s life he felt safe and protected.

If Steve had a virtue, it was consistency. Billy was still afraid, but during this summer he couldn’t resist Steve's charms; he was caring, patient and loving, and Billy fell in love with him like he had never felt before. He was worried about Steve’s friends and roommates, but it wasn’t a big deal. They were cool when Billy started to sleep sometimes in Steve’s room; the dorm wasn’t exactly private, and Steve let him leave some of his things in the house. 

“I love you,” said Steve one day, when they were walking by the lake. Billy liked that place, far from the noise of his job and of Steve’s apartment, when they could talk and take each other's hands and stay silent, if they felt like that.

Billy stayed silent, and Steve felt a little disappointed, although he tried to hide it. He took Billy’s hand instead, kissing it. He knew that Billy still had fear of not being enough, and he was determined to make him let his guard down. 

“I love you,” whispered Billy one day, in november, cuddling in Steve’s bed. His voice was so low that Steve thought he was dreaming, but Billy hugged him tight, snuggling in his nape, and Steve knew it was true.

Steve graduated, and the months before his graduation were the happiest in Billy’s life: he felt loved and little by little he lost his fear to love; they had friends and they could look at their future with a little hope. 

The only dark spot, that Billy saw late, was that his studies become more difficult, he felt mentally tired at the end of the academic year, and a little envious of Steve who already graduated and was finally ready to live his real life in the world outside. In a little, hidden corner of his mind, he was also afraid that Steve would want to go away and leave him behind.

He should have felt reassured when Steve accepted a job there in Chicago, in an office near the campus, and asked him to move in together. Billy was happy, obviously, but those intrusive thoughts didn’t go away. 

They were not exactly short of money, but they didn’t have enough to waste; Billy kept his job although he took a bit longer to go there, and he also had to study hard for his graduation; Steve started to keep some double shifts to make more money, so they didn’t see each other often at home. Billy grew frustrated week by week. He knew that Steve had found some jobs in other cities, but he didn’t consider applying.

Billy had a constant headache when Steve came home at night after his double shift. Billy  insisted on waiting for him and trying to study in the meantime; he didn’t have enough sleep because he had to wake up early for work and class, and he was always tired and irritated. Sometimes Steve came near to him in the bed, but four times out of five he pushed him away. 

Steve tried to show him his affection and love anyway, but he wasn’t perfect either, and he felt frustrated; he started to talk less to Billy and search him less in the bed. 

It was an hour and a half that Billy was trying to understand the page he was reading; he looked at the clock, past 1 in the morning and Steve wasn’t still at home. He knew he was working and they had the inventory those days, but he kept feeling unsure. He knew he wasn’t the best company in those weeks.

He heard the keys in the door and a loud sigh while Steve entered and took off the shoes.

“You’re still up?” said Steve sharply, looking at him with a tired look.

“I’m studying,” Billy answered with the same tone. 

“You should have some sleep”.

Billy felt irritated by those words. He was waiting for Steve, after all.

“You could return home earlier,” he answered back without raising his eyes. He felt a familiar tickle in his neck. He felt short fused lately, and it wasn’t the first time they started an argument with the exact words. 

Steve snorted. He too knew that would take them to an argument, but he was tired, he just wanted to sleep and he didn’t want to feel guilty for Billy's tiredness. 

“I have to work, you know,” he snapped, fed up. 

Billy closed his book. “What do you mean? Maybe I don’t have to work? I have to work and study those stupid things!” he stood suddenly, clenching his fists, fighting with the tears. He didn’t want to cry at that moment. 

“I just said you may need more sleep”.

“And I said you can come home earlier”.

“I can’t. We need the money… and you need to rest, baby, your studies…” Steve tried to talk more calmly, to turn off the argument, but Billy was trembling. 

“I can’t, don’t you fucking see that I can’t? I study and study and study and try and I can’t!” He looked angrily at Steve, now he was unable to stop himself. “I’m too stupid, you’re already graduated, why don’t you leave me if it’s so hard living with me?”

“But, Billy…” Steve felt heartbroken. They were so happy when they moved together. He was still so happy when he thought about their life, he was still hoping it was only a bad moment, until Billy’s graduation. He still loved him madly, but he didn’t have all the answers.

“No, I don’t want to talk, why don’t you go to Boston if you’re so miserable here? No,” he snapped again, a hand on the handle. “It’s over!” He yelled, running away. 

Steve stood still for a moment, surprised and clueless. He was drowsy and he only wanted to go to bed, and he wasn’t sure of what had just happened.

“Billy!” He jiggled, running behind him.

Billy hated it, feeling so useless and being a burden for Steve. He knew, since the beginning, that it couldn’t end well. It never ended well; Steve had enough of him, although he always said that he loved him and he was happy even if they had to struggle a little until Billy’s graduation; he was just unable at making Steve happy; at making anyone happy. 

The air was cold and thin, nobody was in the street and he had left in his slippers, he didn’t mind of the tears running on his cheeks, at that point; he raised his head and he saw the lake, and his heart sink, remembering how happy he had been there, and how stupid he was, believing he deserved even a little of it.

“Billy,” Steve was behind him, two dark circles around his eyes, a tense face. “Billy, please, listen to me”.

Billy felt a bitter rage growing inside him. Why didn’t Steve surrender and leave him? Why did he leave that to him? He could barely think, but he was ready for the shot. Steve deserved better.

“No!” He cried again. “Go away, Harrington! Leave me alone!” He took a few steps again to walk away. “You’ll be better without me!”

“Shit, Billy, could you fucking stop!” Steve yelled, and Billy freezed, surprused. “Stop doing this, stop… stop fucking up everything!” 

He was crying too, but he felt better yelling, and Billy got pale and scared.

“Stop saying I have to leave, I don’t want to leave you! If you want to break up with me… have the guts to do it yourself!”

“I… I don’t…” Billy covered his face with his hands. 

Steve sighed, and took Billy’s hand, trying to calm both of them down. “Ok, Billy, it’s ok. It’s alright, come here,” he pulled Billy into his arms, and Billy bursted up crying.

“Come on… Come on, come with me”.

Steve pushed him gently to their favorite bench. 

“Why don’t you tell me that you’re struggling with your studies?” Steve caresses his head sweetly. “I can help you”.

Billy sniffed, shivering. “You don’t… you have too much to work…”

“Billy, do you remember when I tried to kiss you for the first time?” Billy nodded. “Do you remember what we said? We will figure it out together”.

Billy whined. “I don’t want to… stop you… I don’t deserve it”

Steve sighed, lifting Billy’s face to look into his eyes. 

“Billy, stop. I’ll… I’ll never leave you, Billy, I love you… I love you so much…”

“I love you too…”

“You are the best thing that’s ever been mine, Billy”.

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

so, y'all remember Joseph Tommas Riley, aka Simon 'Ghost' Riley's nephew that died in the comics??? I have seen some fics floating around the internet, about how things would turn out if Joseph survived and Simon had to drop out of the military to raise him.

I wrote one to those, expect that it's a little different. Instead of Joseph surviving the chrismass shooting, and Simon finding him and raising him, his 5 yo ass gets swaped with some other todlers corpse. Simon doesn't know this. Simon thinks his nephew is dead.

this idea quite frankly has endless possibilities, and I need people to get on this. Like, are you kidding??? The potential??? The angst??? the fluffy ending???

Joseph is a whole baby, like, that is a 5 year old boy. We can quite literally create a whole character for him.

does Roba take him to experiment and actually succeeds to brainwash someone only to make lil Joey a teen soldier to kill The Ghost?

Does he somehow end up getting adopted by the shadow company?

Does he get recused by Alejandro and Rudy? Roba was based in Mexico after all... Maybe El Si Nombre runs into him as she's expanding her territory, who knows?

Does Makarov get him in the end and uses him to blackmail Price? Fuck, does Makarov turn him into a child soldier?

The possibilities are fucking endless!!!

Do you know the amount of shit I can do with this kid?? Do you know how much trauma I can make this kid go through before his uncle even realizes that he's alive???

Anyhow, you have to wonder no longer have to wonder, bc I wrote this, and it's currently 26 chapters and 57k words. And btw, I went with the last promt, about him ending up in Makarov's hands and being used for leveradge. (plot twist, I gave Vladimir Makarov a son (my oc) named Sergei Makarov. He's Joseph's age and hates his dad. That's all I'm gonna say) anyway, here's the link to that :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828328/chapters/123176245

[moontyuns]

Hello!!! Can i request a Beomgyu drabble with the kiss promt "if you win, i'll kiss you", please? Thank you in advance!!

Word count: 1k Pairing: beomgyu x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none

Kiss prompts game; “if you win, i'll kiss you” x beomgyu

a/n: i’m so sorry for the delay!! But i finally managed to write this prompt as something decent, so i hope that you will like it <3

Finally, the exams season is over, so you decide to celebrate it with your little group of friends consisting of 5 boys plus you. Not that you did super great this time and you never had all “excellent” on your exams but that never bothers you and definitely does not prevent you from going to arcades. This was Soobin’s idea that all of you go to play arcades and then go to some restaurant to actually celebrate it, Kai was the first to support it, and then other guys did agree on it as well as you.

“So, is everyone ready to mark the end of the exams and the start of the holidays?” Yeonjun asked excitedly and every one of you shouted a loud “yes!” and all of you headed to the arcades.

You did play a lot of different games, your favorite is air hockey so you and Taehyun were stuck there for some time, while the rest of your group played other games. Even though you mostly paired in some games with Taehyun or Yeonjun your eyes almost never left Beomgyu. It feels like they’re being glued to him, at some times you manage to avert your gaze before he notices you but at some times you were dazed to the point when Beomgyu looked at you questionably then you feel kind of embarrassed. Taehyun nudged you about it (you cursed him for being the smartass that he is) a few times and you just waved his questions off, because you are not ready to accept out loud the fact that you have actual feelings for one of your close friends.

All of you played here for about two or maybe even three hours and decided that it was time to wrap it up but then Yeonjun suggested playing a few rounds of basketball game, the one with the smallest score will pay at the restaurant for the meal. At first, you wanted to play one by one but then thought that it would be time-consuming as there are 6 people so you divided into pairs and you ended up being paired with Beomgyu, you two were second in the line. Soobin and Yeonjun did pretty well and it made you a bit nervous because your skills in basketball weren’t that wonderful so you hope for Beomgyu to do the most for your team. However, as you started the game it wasn’t great at all, you keep missing the ring and so did the boy beside you. “Ughhh..if we will keep doing like this we will end up last!” you said frustrated and looked at Beomgyu with a frown painted on your face. “Sorry Y/n, I don’t think it's my lucky day today,” Beomgyu said sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. “Okay. Choi Beomgyu, if you win, I’ll kiss you!” you said with a voice full of confidence in your words but once your brain registered them your face felt so hot. Beomgyu turned his head to you abruptly looking at you amused. “Woah, Y/n will you kiss me if I win?” Soobin asked you curiously but you only made a disgusted face at him, “Hey! That’s so rude of you, I’m offended!” the boy pouted. “I don’t care Soob” you rolled your eyes, “It’s a very special proposal only for Beomgyu” You meet his eyes and saw that mischievous glint inside. After this, his shots were much better than before and the score gets higher so you ended up with one point ahead of the older boys. 

The competition ended with Yeonjun and Soobin being the last place in this bet and they’re gonna pay for the dinner. “Yaaayyy!! We win! I’m so glad that my poor wallet will not lose its money” you said dramatically and the boys laughed (except for Yeonjun and Soobin whose wallets are gonna cry today). When you went out of the building it was already late evening and the sun was almost got down. Beomgyu took your hand and stopped you on the way. “Gyu? We should catch up with the boys..” you looked at him and your cheeks suddenly feel hotter, his gaze was directly at you, and it makes you feel so flustered. “Y/n, you promised me something” A small smirk appeared on his pretty face. Oh damn..I almost forgot about it. Now you slightly, just a tiny bit, regret that you said that before, because how can you kiss him? You are perfectly sure that he never feel the same as you and he will do this just to tease you later. “Uh..Gyu heh..I thought..uh..I don’t know” you mumbled with your eyes looking at your feet as if it's something interesting. A moment later, the boy’s hand took your chin up closer to his face, it happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to register what was going on. “Stop this. Just kiss me,” he whispered, his lips so close to yours and you can feel his warm breath fanned over your lips. Your mouth is dry from how nervous you are, but you thought that it was now or never, when else will you have the chance to kiss Choi Beomgyu, the boy you have had a crush on for almost a year now. You closed the short distance between your lips and captured his in a sweet and delightful kiss, the boy responded momentarily. The kiss was slow and gentle, you never knew that Beomgyu’s lips would be this soft and warm, you can’t believe that it’s real. Until you heard a very loud shout behind you “Come on! Right in front of my salad, guys” Soobin complained with disgust written on his face. “Wait until you get home, lovebirds. We don’t wanna be witnesses to this thing, my eyes aren’t ready” added Taehyun, and both of you groaned pulling off each other. “Shut the hell up, guys! We will catch up with you soon, just go!” Beomgyu answered back, clearly annoyed with their remarks but you only giggled at him and leaned your forehead into his shoulder.

Reblogs and likes are highly appreciated <3 Do not - steal / copy / repost / translate any of my works !

[221beloved]

A short insertion

Originally, I wanted to do this at the very end, maybe first day of november, but with every passing day, the need to do at least something to express my... thankfulness, increases.

Well... what should I say?

Thank you! Really, really thank you! For all the gentle words directed at me.

It's not the first time I wrote Sherlock fanfic, but it's the first time I participated in a challenge like angstober, the first time I published something, and it's the first time I wrote in english. (I'm sure you found all the mistakes I didn't know I've made. Well...)

The idea to do this was quite spontanious, to do it in english even more so. I was thrilled and horrified at the same time and in the progress of writing I really wanted to scream sometimes. Especially because of my choice of language.

My Tumblr account is still quite new and two weeks ago I didn't have many connections, so I wasn't expecting much by uploding my little ideas to the promts. I was doing it mostly for me anyways, I had fun thinking about possible stories and writing them down, and I was looking forward to the 4 or 5 remarks I would get. There was nothing to loose.

Well, if only I'd known...

I'll try to keep it short (funny to say this now...) But in the end I was kind of proud to have finished it, a story for every day of october, the publishing was, well, a possibility to prove i'd really done it

But half an hour after I uploaded the first fic, I already had my 4 reactions and I was kind of stunned, grinning like a fool. I suspect that everyone who saw me that day (well, this hole month if I'm honest) must have thought I've finally lost my mind. When I looked again in the evening, I nearly fell off my chair. My post had over 20 remarks, really lovely comments among them.

I was... overwhelmed. I still am.

What I'm trying to say is: thank you! For the lovely and positive feedback I would never have expected.

I knew the Sherlock community to be quite strong, lovely and supportive, and now I've experienced it myself.

I already thanked some of you directly, but I couldn't respond to everyone, and I don't think I will manage now.

Please, feel adressed if you've read a story and liked it, whether you reblogged/liked or not. Thank you, I'm honoured!

I think I just wanted you to know that...

Please text me if I forgot you

Thanks to @angstober for the prompts

@holmesianlove @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @topsyturvy-turtely @safedistancefrombeingsmart @blogstandbygo @7-percent @a-victorian-girl @lisbeth-kk @nathan-no @macgyvershe @whatsgoodmentalhealth @ninasnakie @maiaemerald @helloliriels @exasperated-society @meetinginsamarra @bs2sjh @khorazir @chinike @ace-is-undead @qiauu @nic0tinepatch @alicecoup @peanitbear @totallysilvergirl @inevitably-johnlocked @semiprofessionalmom @jobooksncoffee

I certainly overlooked some of you... I'm sorry. As I said, text me to change that

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 5

5: “Don’t make me take another life because you weren’t obedient”

Featuring: Kamisato Ayato Note: Working on requests tomorrow

Tw:Stalking, murder, gore , implied kidnapping

You think Ayato is a nice guy you like how he always checks in on you to see if you're okay how he makes time for you even though he's the Yashiro commissioner. Though it's slightly worring about how he knows everything about you even the things you haven't told him, how he seems to be around every corner that you turn . You hated that. But besides that he was fine a little odd. But you think he's nice. Ayato on the other hand took your willingness to be his friend as love so he finds it quite annoying when you speak to that one dude that you spend a little too much time with, you two are pratically dating you can't just go cheating on him you know? But Ayato had restraint believe it or not so he didn't kill him key word had. He was stalking making sure you were safe by following and the guy you were walking home with kissed you! How dare he! Couldn't he see that the person he just kissed was property of the Yashiro Commissioner? He was going to kill him for his incolence. As soon as the guy finished walking you home how dare he Ayato got to action. Yes he could've gotten one of the Shumastuban to do it or one of the guards but he needed this guy to be killed right now. Ayato grabbed his sword and snuck up on the guy. He then stabbed him not anywhere fatal he deserved to suffer. He did it again. And again. If the guy didn't die from multiple stab wounds and lost limbs he would deffinitly of died of blood loss. His blood was everwhere . The ground, Ayato, Ayato's sword. And... On you? You wanted to give the guy a gift because of him walking you home so you ran out to go give to him . And then you saw Ayato killing this poor dude him screaming in pain before he died you were crying and shaking... Did Ayato do that? "A-Ayato...?" Your voice was shaky and quiet but he still heard it.

"Ah love.. I'm sorry you had to see this but he kissed you. And you belong to me right?" "Huh n-no.." "Ahaha funny how about we go home?" "I'm not going any where with you.!" "Aww come on now love don’t make me take another life because you weren’t obedient" He is still smiling but there is some form of.. Sadistic undertone to it. "Now come on Ayaka is so excited for you to move in ." He takes your hand and starts walking away from the dead body from your home from your everything. You'll understand soon enough you're Ayato's girlfriend now and he only wants the best for you. He won't do anything to harm you. Unless you disobey him of course.

[firstkanaphans]

Bostonnick and P for the promt thing if you feel like it, because i need more bostonnick in my life :)

Y’all. I don’t even know anymore. This is set in an alternate universe where Boston decides to behave himself at the end of episode 5 and not pick a fight with Ray. It is explicit and also slightly kinkier than what I usually write, so heed the warnings below. Word Count: 756 Rating/Warnings: Explicit; Semi-public sex, exhibitionism

[P]ersuading them to do something naughty

If Boston was being honest, the first time he’d fucked Nick, he’d thought him tame—virginal, even. He’d been so eager for Boston’s touch that it made him clumsy and he'd come so fast Boston had just assumed that he was the exciting thing in Nick’s life. It was only now, weeks later, that he was starting to realize he was wrong. It was the other way around.

“Fuck me,” Nick whispered into his ear, taking the lobe between his lips and sucking. They were both cross-faded, sitting on the couch in Nick’s living room surrounded by empty beer bottles and the crumbs from one too many weed cookies, and Boston would be lying if he said he wasn’t itching to fuck someone. But there was the small issue of Ray. 

He looked through the glass door towards the back patio where Ray and Sand had excused themselves for privacy. They had been making out at one point—Boston knew because he had been watching them—but they both seemed to be asleep now, curled up together on the same beanbag. But still, the door remained ajar. Boston could see them. 

“Let’s go to your room,” he said, standing. Nick pulled him back down.

“No,” he said with a smirk. “Here.”

Sometimes Boston got the feeling that Nick only offered things like this to titillate him—to keep him interested, to try to make himself seem more desirable than everyone else Boston was fucking—but then he saw the excitement on Nick's face and started to think maybe he had underestimated him.

Nick was the first person he had ever been with that was willing to fuck him in the daylight, that wanted to show him off, that wanted other people to see. And sometimes when he invited Boston over, it wasn’t even for sex. It was as if he actually enjoyed Boston’s presence. As if he was having fun. Boston wanted to have fun too.

“You have to be quiet,” Boston said sternly. Nick’s face lit up and he playfully mimed zipping his lips even though they both knew he wasn’t the one who had a problem with volume anyway.

Boston took one last look at the patio door—at Ray and Sand still sleeping—and said, “Fuck it.” Then he pulled Nick onto his lap and kissed him hard.

The two of them had had a lot of sex over the past couple months and Boston hadn’t been lying when he said Nick was his favorite because Nick cared about Boston's pleasure more than his own. They undressed just enough to expose the important bits and it took no time at all before Boston had Nick pinned to the couch and was pushing inside of him. He held his hand over Nick’s mouth to keep him quiet, but it ended up being pointless. Boston was the one that moaned. Nick’s body just felt so good wrapped around his cock—it was like he had been made for him—and he knew how to use his body to bring Boston pleasure. 

“Shh,” Nick scolded, but he looked pleased nevertheless. 

From Boston’s position on the couch, he could look up and see outside. Ray and Sand hadn’t moved, but just being able to see them, just knowing that they could, was driving him crazy. Boston had had threesomes before, but he had never done this. He felt like his whole body was on display and he wanted to show off.

He fucked Nick harder, burying his face in his neck, and he came much sooner than he expected. He wasn’t quiet about it either, but he was too turned on to care about getting caught. Luckily, Ray and Sand didn’t move.

“Did you like that?” Nick asked, stroking his hair.

Boston nodded. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

Nick preened at the compliment. “I think it’s probably mutual.”

They ended up retiring to Nick’s bedroom, but although Nick fell asleep fast, Boston was too wired to sleep. There was this foreign feeling taking root inside of him that he couldn’t quite place. He looked down at Nick, his face relaxed in sleep, and a smile pulled at his lips. It no longer felt like a chore to stay and fall asleep by his side. It felt nice, actually, to have someone next to him.

Maybe he could get used to this after all.

For the Fluff Prompt ABCs

[sishal01]

ask game fic author interview! Thanks @dragonpyre for the tag \o/

If you want to, I tag @anotherbasicfanboi @thesandsofelsweyr @beemotionpicture

How many works do you have on Ao3? 106, though 20 of those are drawings

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 157,281

3. What are you top fics by kudos?

A New Brother

Dark Nights And Golden Mornings

Snap Decision

Fear the Gas

Bonding

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do. It sometimes takes me some time but I want to show my readers how much it means to me that they took the time to leave a comment ^^

5. What's the fic you've written with the angtiest ending?

Fucking November or Side Effects , though Side Effects was a gift for a server event with to the promt "Hurt No Comfort", so yeah probably that

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Probably A Coffee Hunt Gone Awry ? I think it's my happiest fic all around. I had a ton of fun writing it

7. Do you write crossovers?

I posted my first one this week

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really hate, though some very few comments are difficult

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, I even struggle to write a kiss

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Into Russian, though the person sadly didn't post it on ao3 but a Russian fansite.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several. Collabs are always so much fun

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uff, that's a hard one since that changes too quickly. Right now it's probably Clint/Bucky, though Ghost/Soap and Jason/Slade and... yeah, you get the idea xD

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Nothing that I've posted.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Angst and Hurt/Comfort probably? Though I've been told that my fluffy parts are good as well^^

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sticking with one story. That's why I only post my shorter stuff or oneshots instead of the longer stuff I start to write.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Didn't had to think of that yet, so I'll have to see when I get there I guess.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I've so many crossover ships (platonic and not) that I hope I'll be able to write! Mainly DC/Marvel but I also have a Jason&Dean wip that I really want to finish

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

I'm really proud of A While , I think that it's my strongest work yet.

[winterhawk-ao3feed]

'And They Were Roommates'

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57622582

by im95notdead

Oh my god, they were roommates

 or

Bucky likes Clint but he knows Clint would break his own back bending over backwards to try and find a way to make them both happy and he won't let that happen.

Words: 2867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Build A Bucky Bingo 2023

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, 616 descriptions, Domestic Avengers, Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton Friendship, roommates Clint & Bucky, Clint Barton Has Self-Esteem Issues, buckybarnesevents' Build-a-Bucky Bingo 2023, BaBB2023, May Promt: friends to lovers, tumblr writing event, Bucky's POV, Canon Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57622582

[jedi-lothwolf]

Febuwhump Master List!!

So I am so very late but oh well right? Anyway it was a lot of fun and I definitely look forward to next year! Febuwhump is one of my favorite Promt challenges!

Each fandom has a color which will be listed below! My favorites have a star beside them! All summaries/warnings are with the story!

Star Wars Rebels, EPIC the musical/the Odyssey, The Bad Batch, Star Wars The Clone Wars, Miraculous Ladybug,

Day 1: Helpless

Day 2: "I Love You" (Alt Prompt 2)

Day 3: "Bite Down on This"

Day 4: Obedience

Day 5: Last Words (Alt Prompt 7)

Day 6: "You Lied to Me."

Day 7: Suffering in Silence

Day 8: "Why Won't it Stop?"

Day 9: Bees

Day 10: Killing in Self Defense

Day 11: Time Loop

[betweenthings2]

https://www.tumblr.com/teaboot/744353230745632768/favourite-things-to-say-before-doing-something

some of these scream fictional!matty and i would love to see your take on 5 and 12

Thank you for the ask!! This is a brilliant promt list and I've reblogged it here.

Here's 5. "I'm way too sexy to fuck this up," and 12. "It's ok, I saw this on TikTok," for things to say before doing something stupid.

5. "I'm way too sexy to fuck this up."

"I'm way too sexy to fuck this up," Matty decides, meeting George's eyes in the hotel mirror and brandishing scissors and tugging at his dripping hair. He's wearing only boxers, he's a little bit drunk and a little bit stoned, and he'd found a pair of scissors when he was going through his bag and he can't help but think that this is a brilliant idea.

George offers an incredulous expression.

"I am. What could go wrong?"

George scoffs and says, "Matty, there's a reason that there are so many home haircut horror stories."

"Yeah, but they're not me," is Matty's argument. "And, like I've said, I'm way to sexy to fuck this up."

"You're giving yourself bangs. At least do it in the morning when you're sober."

Matty turns so he can actually look at George, arguing, "I've had some wine. And those tequila shots. And the weed. But it's fine."

"Alright," George sighs. "You do whatever you want."

"Will you still love me if I give myself a bad haircut?"

"I'd love you if you shaved your head."

Matty grins and closes the space between them so he can wrap his arms around George, still clutching his scissors, and give him a quick kiss, then says, "You're sweet," then returns to the mirror.

Matty organizes his still wet hair so that it falls over his forehead, considers for a moment, then cuts, clumps of dark hair falling into the hotel sink. He pauses for a moment, considering, then snips off a little bit more hair, considers again, then snips again. He scrunches his new bangs, then turns back to George, who's made himself comfortable on the bed.

"What do you think?" Matty asks.

George pretends to consider, then says, "Well, I still love you, so that's something."

Matty sets his scissors aside and joins George on the bed, settling half in his lap and pouts, saying, "Now say something nice to me."

George leans forward and kisses Matty, rather than saying anything. When they separate, he says, "You're very pretty and I really love you and your bangs will probably be fine."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Matty says, faux upset. "Maybe I should go sleep with Ross. He'd be supportive."

George tightens his grip on Matty's hips, but says, "If that's what you want."

Matty laughs. "You're possessive," he teases. He lowers his voice to ask, "How upset would it make you if I was in another man's bed? If another man touched me, put his hands on me?"

"If you wanna go share a bed with Ross, go for it," George answers, doing his best not to feed into Matty's pushing. "I hear he snores, though."

Matty laughs again and agrees, "God, he does. I think I'll stick with you."

"Oh, you will? That'll be hard for you, won't it?"

Matty hums, nodding, and goes in for another kiss, long and slow. "I think it probably will be hard," he agrees. "Really, really hard."

George sighs. "That was the wrong word, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, absolutely the wrong word. You should have know I would take that and run. That's on you."

"At least you admit it."

"I am a very humble person, George," Matty says, putting his best serious face on. "Exceedingly humble."

"Fifteen minutes ago you were saying, and I quote, 'I'm way to sexy to fuck this up.' I don't think that's humble, love."

"That's entirely different," Matty argues.

George combs his fingers through Matty's drying hair and pulls him in for another kiss. That's better than going back and forth saying yes and no. Matty is too stubborn to cave and George doesn't really love the back and forth.

"Is that your way of saying I'm right?" Matty asks.

"If that's what you think," George answers. "I don't wanna go back and forth."

Matty shifts, getting a little more comfortable and resting his head against George's chest. "Thanks, G," he murmurs.

"For what?" George asks, voice now soft and half worried.

Matty shrugs. "Everything. Just bein' you."

"Makes me worry when you start sayin' stuff like that," George murmurs.

"Sorry," Matty offers. "I just need to thank you more often, I think. I love you and I don't think I say it enough."

"You do," George promises. "You do. I know how you feel, what you think."

Matty intertwines his fingers with George's and says, "Good. You should."

12. "It's ok, I saw this on TikTok."

That's some noise, like the sound of furniture being moved, then a clatter, like something being dropped, then George hears Matty's muffled voice, likely swearing and he decides that he should probably figure out what Matty is doing. He's gotten progressively more bored and irritable as the lockdowns have been instituted and extended and there's been some emailing back and forth with the powers that be as George has tried to work things out so that they can get out of London and hide out at the studio. He hasn't said anything to Matty yet, not wanting to get his hopes up, but, on second thought, maybe a distraction would be good.

In their shared office space, Matty has several opened Amazon boxes and he's moved his own desk away from the wall. He's spread a drop cloth on the floor and taped off the outlets, and there are more painting supplies on the floor in company with the Amazon boxes.

"Hey," George offers. "What're ya up to?"

Matty whirls around to face George still standing in the doorway, a bit sheepish. "It's ok," he tries, clutching a still packaged paintbrush. "I saw this on TikTok."

"That's comforting, Matthew, thank you."

"George," Matty whines. "It's completely fine."

"Forgive me if I don't believe that, love. You remember when you decided you were going to repaint the kitchen? We redid the kitchen," George counters. He pauses, then adds, "I know you're bored, but you and DIY don't really mix."

Matty groans, dramatic. "I am bored. I'm so bored. I know it's serious, but I thought we'd be on tour right now and I'm so bored."

"I know," George repeats. "But is gutting the office a good idea?"

"I'm not gutting it. I'm gonna move a bunch of shit around and, you remember that TikTok I sent you? The one with the accent wall and furniture? That's what I'm gonna do."

George nods slowly, recalling the barrage of videos Matty has sent him since he discovered the app. "I do remember that, vaguely. I'll ask again: is this a good idea?"

Matty tosses his paintbrush aside and sighs, "I'm so fucking bored, George. I can't do anything. Can't see anyone, can't go for a walk, can barely open the fucking window, but I can online shop and fuck up the office."

"I know," George says, yet again, and accepts Matty hiding his face against George's chest. "Let's, uh, think about this, though, yet? You can do whatever you want with the office, but let's have a plan, 'k?"

"I had, have, a plan," Matty protests, voice muffled.

"I don't not believe you," George agrees, "but I have an idea, ok?"

Matty steps back and looks up at George, asking, "Is it a good idea? Better than whatever the hell I'm doing here?"

George chuckles. "I think it's a good idea."

"'k," Matty agrees.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we go up to the studio. We'd get outta London, have a little bit more room to breathe, go outside, go a little less-"

"Mental?" Matty interjects.

"Well, I wasn't going to say mental, but, uh, yeah, I guess."

Matty nods. "'s a good idea. I like that idea. Can we do that?"

George smiles, saying, "Yeah, I think so. I've been workin' it out."

"God, you're brilliant," Matty says. "Really. Absolutely, completely brilliant. I'm gonna return all the Amazon shit."

George laughs. "Gonna let the office be?"

"For now."