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estrellami-1 · 5 months

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Steddie Microfic

January prompt: hole

Word count: 404

No warnings apply

Rated G

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Eddie stares at him, sometimes.

He’ll trail off in the middle of a sentence, completely enthralled in watching Steve do whatever he’s doing. Most of the time he doesn’t seem to realize he’s stopped talking, even. When Steve gets him to focus again, all thoughts have been scattered.

He seems embarrassed, every time, but Steve waves him off; wants to kiss him about it, actually, so he tries to let Eddie have all the time he needs.

Sometimes Eddie will go off on rabbit trails, hopping from one subject to the next, so excited about whatever it is he’s talking about that Steve wants to kiss him about that, too.

Steve kinda just wants to kiss him all the time.

It’s not a problem. Until it is. Until one day Eddie’s talking, jumping from subject to subject, and suddenly stops. Suddenly stares at Steve with something so bright in his eyes that Steve feels his cheeks getting red. “Can I… talk to you?” He asks hesitantly, like he hadn’t been talking to Steve for the past twenty minutes straight.

“‘Course, Eds,” Steve says softly, like he always will.

“Okay. Cause, uh.” He takes a breath, tears his eyes away from Steve. “Cause like. Okay. Y’know how when you were little, and your parents taught you to tie your shoes with the two loops, and then later they taught you the bunny around the tree and in the hole? But how you were too impatient and wanted to learn how to do it like them, cause you wanted to do everything like them, so you tried to figure it out on your own?” He looks down at his hands in his lap. “You just… wanted to be like them. ‘Cause they were kinda your… your epitome of everything good and right in the world, y’know? And then maybe you grew up and realized they weren’t perfect. But there’s still things about them you wanted to copy.” He runs a hand through his hair. “One of those things, for me, was learning to shut up once in a while. But you… you look at me, sometimes, like you want me to never shut up. And I’m thinking that maybe that’s something I shouldn’t copy from them. That maybe it’s not bad.”

“It’s not,” Steve promises. “I want to hear everything.”

Eddie swallows. “Sometimes it looks like you wanna kiss me.”

Steve swallows, whispers back, “I do.”

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #January prompt #hole #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #starambles

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amikotsu · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Uchiha Itachi/Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi & Uchiha Shisui, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Itachi Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Hatake Kakashi Additional Tags: Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, KakaIta Week 2023 (Naruto), Whenever I look at you, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dead Uchiha Shisui, Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Loneliness, Uchiha Itachi-centric, POV Uchiha Itachi, Good Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Itachi Has Issues, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi Has Issues, Hatake Kakashi Is Trying, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Crows, Tsukuyomi - Freeform, Genjutsu, Developing Friendships, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Uchiha Massacre, Saigenzai Series: Part 1 of Year of KakaIta Summary:

“Thank you for listening to me.”

“So this is it.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Let me help you.”

Kakashi insisted, the words a plea for him to listen to whatever reason still remained. Kakashi reached out for him and his eyes widened when the man gripped his shoulders and gave him a little shake. His lips parted, his sharp inhale one of surprise. No one had touched him in years. He had hands that hurt and little else.

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#year of the otp #january prompt #whenever i look at you #mentioned shiita #developing kakaita #uchiha itachi #hatake kakashi #itachi uchiha #kakashi hatake #itachi #kakashi #kakaita #if you squint #please squint #i

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guardmesherlock-rowan · 4 months

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January Prompt: 'Envelope' the final part

For @sherlockchallenge January's prompt: 'envelope'

Finally, the OCs I think would have been either fun in the game or ones I think would work in the Guard Me Sherlock Universe

Erik Leroux, 'Irene', JD Fletcher, my take on Jekyll/Hyde, and Aggie under the cut

Erik Leroux

“Hold still.” Erik sternly whispered as his cold hand brushed over MC’s cheek, moving a stray hair back into place. They thought his lip twitched in an almost smile before they met his golden eyes, his expression softened and then he stepped out of their way and counted quietly, “three… two… go.”

MC left on their cue and entered the stage with a well rehearsed huff. “You cannot tell me you seriously believe a word out of his mouth.” They growled at the woman on the stage with them.

She gasped, sinking into the couch as if it would swallow her whole. “You heard-?”

“I heard enough.” MC waved their hand dismissively. “He’s just a thief, he’ll use up what little money our mother left us, and then he’ll-” MC felt something softly land on their head, their hand reached up and plucked the small envelope out of their hair, “what in the world?” The actress yelped as she jumped back as paper fluttered to the ground around the two of them.

MC looked up into the rafters, but couldn’t see anything past the stage lights and the dozens of envelopes fluttering down.

“Stay calm, everyone!” The director jumped up, scrambling onto the set, but too late as MC opened the envelope and found a simple card with a red skull and a warning, ‘You heard my demands, this is your last warning.’

MC looked over to see the director, pale faced as he tried to sweep up all the cards into a pile. “Erik! Grab me a garbage bag, and you-” he looked at MC, “give me the card, it’s nothing, just a stupid prank.” He laughed nervously.

MC turned their attention back to the card and the handwriting they recognized from the notes they had been personally receiving as well.

Irene

MC had never seen the Moriarty estate this lively. The room echoed with the sounds of laughter, music, and gossip. But they had lost track of James at some point. Looking through the crowd they did see Jack and Sebastian at opposite ends of the room, but MC’s attention was drawn to a familiar woman that they’d been seeing a lot of. The so called Irene spoke with guests, and even at a distance MC could feel Irene’s gaze. For a moment MC froze, but just as they started moving towards Irene she was also on the move. MC tried to follow but quickly lost track of her. They looked around and only found her again just as she slipped out.

The sounds of the party were still prevalent in the hallway as MC tried to follow Irene. It had only been a week since the strange woman who had appeared and told MC she was the real Irene, like MC’s character from Midfall Murders. The person who seemed to be appearing everywhere MC was. Why was she in the Moriarty estate?

MC crept along the hallways, listening for anything to give Irene away. They sighed, believing they had lost her and thinking they might as well return to the party and continue looking for James. Just as they started to turn to head back they felt a puff of air on their neck, they yelped in surprise and spun around. Irene’s smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Jumpy, MC?” She purred her question.

“I think anyone would jump if someone snuck up on them, but… what are you doing out here?” MC took a step back as Irene moved closer.

“I would ask the same of you, but I believe we both know that you are more than welcomed here.” Irene reached out and gently smoothed MC’s hair back into place. “I can see why he is so enamored with you, and your portrayal of ‘Irene’ on the screen was well done. But you should be-”

“Oh dear, looks like we have found some lost kittens.” James chuckled as he rounded the corner, he smiled at MC but his gaze quickly went to Irene, “do you two lovelies need to be escorted back to the party? Or maybe, MC, did you miss me and come to find me?” He took their hand, and led them away from Irene, placing himself between them. “And you… ah, I do believe you lost this.” He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and held it to Irene.

She gave him a similar smile, “what gave you that idea?” Ignoring the envelope James held out her.

The two of them were still as they regarded each other, only moving when a few more guests slipped out into the hallway and made their way over to James. In that moment that MC had looked away, Irene had somehow slipped away. “Where did-?” MC stepped forward, but Jame’s arm slipped around them, holding them close.

“Seems your friend isn’t one for a party, pity, I would very much like to meet her. You should introduce us when you have a chance. Do you see her often?”

“Irene?” MC glanced at the envelope he tucked safely into his pocket. “I see her around.”

James gave her a wider grin, “you will have to let me know the next time you see her.”

JD Fletcher

“Thank you, MC.” JD smiled at them, setting the envelopes in front of them. She had called MC over to talk about her latest book, but when MC arrived JD was fighting with her printer, trying to get it to print labels for the envelopes in front of her.

“You could do evites instead.” MC laughed looking over the list of addresses.

JD shook her head, reaching for a pen. “There may come a day when my publisher will have me do that for my book launching parties, but right now I would rather keep it personal. Some of these people and I have been friends for a while. It would be weird if I didn’t send them an invitation they could hold.”

MC grabbed half of the addresses before taking a drink of their tea. “I suppose I should just be thankful that you aren’t having us stuff glitter in the envelopes too.”

“No…” she paused, smirking mischievously at MC, “but maybe next time.”

“Well, if I get one I’ll have to be careful where I open it.”

JD reached out and pressed her palm to MC’s knee, her eyebrows drawn in a serious expression, “of course you’ll get one. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” With a gentle pat she turned to her envelopes. “I would say last chance to back out of helping me with these, but I cannot keep you here.”

“I’m happy to help.” MC smiled, especially when they read the first address on their list, one they could skip since they could just bring the invitation home with them.

Hound

Charles Baskerville smirked at him, and Henry did his best to remain calm. He sat back in his chair, remaining composed. “Look, ‘Edward’,” Charles called him by his fake name, and leaned on the table, sliding an envelope across to him. Henry didn’t even need to open the envelope to know that the thickness was his cut of the winnings from the last fight. “If you want to see more of this you better get used to answering your phone and coming when you’re called.”

“And you need to remember our deal, I will fight for you when I want to.” Henry tapped his finger on the table. He knew that if he tapped just right the solid wood would give way under his fingernail and he could dig into it, and there wasn’t a small part of him that didn’t want to. Just so he could, and maybe he’d stab this damnable bastard with a sliver big enough-

“You’re anxious for another fix, aren’t ya?” Charles barked a laugh at him, causing Henry to still. “Well, that’s perfect! There’s another match tonight, and I think my ‘Hound’ would wipe the floor with the lot of them.”

“The answer is no.”

Henry was clear in his answer, but the way that Charles’s face twisted had him on the edge. “Why the fuck not?”

“I have tickets for a play tonight, and I’m not going anywhere else but that.” Henry dragged his nails along the table as he stood up, the scraping sensation gave him the headspace to breathe. His attention went to the envelope and quickly tucked it away.

“Sure Ed, sure… well… text me when you’re ready for a party tonight.” Charles was smirking again, looking at the table. Henry followed his gaze and saw the marks he left on the surface. He glanced at his fingers and saw little bits of blood where the splinters had fought against him. He felt cold as he sought any sensation of pain that should have accompanied the injuries he saw on himself. “See you later, Ed.” The man laughed.

Henry took a deep breath, closing his eyes and his fist. Trying to breathe, trying to shake the urge, trying to ignore the ghost of the taste of his special ‘elixir’ on the back of his tongue and the satisfaction of the cash in his pocket.

Aggie

She had barely answered the video call when the elated squeals caused her computer’s speakers to complain. Agatha laughed as she recoiled from the sound, shaking it off she turned her attention to the screen. “Sweetpea, please.”

Jane giggled out her apologies, “but look!” She held up a large stack of different misshaped envelopes. “Can you believe it? And these are just the ones Diana and I have opened today! There was a lot more yesterday.”

“And what are these?” She tried to get a better look at the envelopes, presumably more fan mail, but Jane hadn’t been one to boast about how much attention she received. Actually, she wasn’t sure if Jane realized how much fan mail she got.

“Okay, so apparently there was a letter writing campaign to try to get Midfall murders another season.”

“So they’ve been writing you?”

“They’ve been writing the studio, and the studio is asking for assistance in going through the letters.” Jane smiled as she opened another envelope.

Diana’s voice came through the speakers somewhere off camera. “And of course our Janey volunteered to help.”

“Well, you know Midfall Murders has an important place in my heart,” she huffed but there was still a smile on her face. “So, of course, I volunteered.”

“And? Is there a verdict on another season?”

“Well, they’re looking at the attention and talking about it, and while we might not get a script, we might get a movie.” Jane was nearly exploding with excitement.

“That sounds great, hun!” Agatha was grinning for her friend, imagining how much Jane would love to play Irene again. She almost missed the sound of her bedroom door opening and the soft knock as her brother Hunter peaked in.

“Hey, Ag?” His voice was soft, but something about it made her tense. She glanced at him with a frown.

“Hey, Hunter!” Jane called out.

“Oh! Hey, Ms. Marple.” The boy came closer, as he started to redden. “Didn’t realize you and Ag had a call today.”

“Yeah, everything okay?”

“Yep!” The boy grinned, leaning over Aggie as if she wasn’t there. She jabbed him in the side, making him grunt. But she was relatively gentle, she knew he was lying, but they would have to talk about it later.

“Well… just wanted you to know Aggie, if they do have us do a movie there is no way I’ll do it without you.” Jane moved closer to the camera, a determination in the way she nodded, agreeing with her own statement.

“That would be a lot of fun! And with a movie, they could get away with bigger more dangerous shots! You’ll have to tell me all the rumors later. But I need to get going.” Agatha sighed as she realized they had barely gotten to talk.

“You got it! I’ll text you everything later!”

With goodbyes out of the way, she turned to her brother, leaning back in her chair as she regarded him and the way his shoulders slumped without Jane there to pretend for. “Alright, who did what?”

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #sherlockchallenge #Erik Leroux #Phantom of the Opera #Irene #Aggie Christie #The Hound of the Baskervilles #JD Fletcher

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female-fogbank · 1 year

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Theirs was a friendship borne of necessity, blood and survival. Unspeakable horrors they had to endure during the war left an indelible mark on their souls.

M'Benga, like any medical professional, struggled to reconcile his actions as a soldier with the ethics and morality of his Hippocratic oath.

Read the rest of Survivor's Guilt on AO3 here

#year of the otp #january prompt #la'an noonien singh #joseph m'benga #star trek strange new worlds #star trek: snw #star trek: strange new worlds #star trek #my moodboards #christina chong #babs olusanmokun

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porce-and-coffee · 1 year

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Hey guys! I’m taking part in the Year of the OTP 2023 challenge here on Tumblr. I know it’s like 9 days late but life is busy. If you’re interested at all I’m sticking to Sonic/Shadow as my pair for the year. Feel free to read and share! Thank you so much!

#Sonadow #year of the otp 2023 #January Prompt #Mission Fic #My writing

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stridddd · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Itachi/Uchiha Shisui Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Uchiha Shisui Lives, Akatsuki Uchiha Itachi, Akatsuki Uchiha Shisui, First Kiss, Unhealthy Relationships, Complicated Relationships, Angst, Betrayal, POV Uchiha Shisui

The first time Shisui kisses Itachi is also the last.

#my fanfic #naruto fanfiction #complete #shiita #itashi #yotp 2023 #writing event #January prompt #so we started off the year with some writer's block #and now this fic exists :)#it was only supposed to be like 1000 words #but then a gratuitous 🤚 job was added #and so #here we are

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medic-simp · 1 year

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𝒪𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝒸𝑒 -- Silco Fluff Short

Silco x Reader Pairing for the Year Of The OTP Event January Prompt “Snow”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || WC: 1015 Content Warnings: A little bit of flirting, a single ass slap 😳

Context: The River Pilt is frozen over and thus, much of topside is going out to skate. After a little bit of prying and using his beloved daughter as leverage, Celeste manages to convince Silco to take her and Jinx out skating. Will she get him on the ice?

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“Absolutely not!”

Silco was annoyed. Very annoyed. Blowing cigar smoke out of his nostrils he looked like a dragon ready to claw someone’s eyes out. Celeste wouldn’t be surprised if he committed to the idea.

“Oh come on,” she groaned, her head falling forward in exhaustion. “You know Jinx would love it…”

A small twitch in his lips.

Getting somewhere…

“She’ll love the view and it will be nothing but an incredible experience for her,” Celeste hummed, giving her lover a knowing look. Silco avoided her gaze, turning to look out the green-tinted window, not a single breath of noise leaving him as he watched snow fall beyond the stained glass. Celeste followed, slowly approaching and wrapping her arms around Silco’s small waist, resting her cheek against his back and listening to his heartbeat.

“Ice skating is not exactly my preferred environment,” Silco grumbled, obvious tension escaping his shoulders like a breath someone held for too long. “Why don’t you tote her over to the river?” he asked, taking a slow drag of his cigar and breathing the smoke out into a thoughtful, gray haze above him.

“It would mean more to Jinx if you took her yourself,” Celeste said calmly, drawing shapes into Silco’s vest, pressing enough for him to feel it but not too much to ruin the slight tickle in her touch. “You and I both know that.” She looked up at him, an automatic attempt to look for emotion on his usually static face, internally aware that she wouldn’t be able to see anything if he was looking forward.

Silco turned his head, glancing at Celeste from the corner of his eye, lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes shifted back to the window and his head followed as he took a conclusive inhale of his cigar before gently prying Celeste’s arms off him to stamp out the tobacco into the decorated ashtray on his desk. His fingers lingered in their pressured hold on the cigar, the pink and blue paint strokes on the ashtray catching his heartstrings and giving them a final tug.

Silco sighed in defeat, his lips curved into a disapproving scowl and could only Celeste smile, hiding the grin behind her hand whilst it only widened at the thought of Jinx and her long limbs - that she never seemed to know exactly what to do with - trying to find her bearings on the ice. She’d stumble and her legs would split away from each other, giving the appearance of a newborn animal trying to walk.

“Get your boots and put on a jacket,” Silco said, taking long strides to his coat rack, donning the heavy, gold-tipped article and patting down his sleeves and waist. Making sure he has his knives, Celeste thought, almost chuckling out loud at the comically characteristic action.

“I’ll get Jinx,” he hummed, settling the restless collar of his coat with nimble fingers, calm, heterochromatic eyes meeting Celeste’s in an endearing stare.

“Okay,” she whispered, holding Silco’s face and bringing him down for a kiss. The kingpin smiled against her lips, an arm snaking around her waist and pulling her close. Undetected by Celeste, Silco managed a hand to her lower back, reaching for her ass and slapping it. She yelped and jumped forward, giving Silco a discontented glare but unable to hide her growing smile.

“I expect a follow-up on that after this outing!” she declared, grinning cheekily as she slipped out of Silco’s hold to get her boots from their shared quarters.

“You’re going to put me on the spot prompting Jinx with this outing of yours,” Silco called from the other room, his restless tapping on the floor audible even at such a distance. Celeste smiled, rummaging through the walk-in closet for her boots and having difficulty finding them. Silco rarely had her outside during winter if he could help it, at least not long enough to warrant boots.

“You’ll be fine,” Celeste grunted, dragging a large box out of the closet to search through it, fumbling blindly for a recognizable boot texture. Her hands grasped until she struck a familiar suede fabric, dragging the boots out from the box and grinning triumphantly as spare articles of clothing were strewn about upon their surfacing. She kicked off her “house” shoes and grabbed the snow boots, tugging them on before haphazardly shoving clothes back into the box and the box back into the closet.

Celeste emerged from the bedroom to see Silco standing at the door, still impatiently tapping his foot. She grabbed her coat off the coat rack, shrugged it on, and stopped at the door in front of Silco. He looked down at her, fingers lingering on the gilded handle and the golden band on his finger matching the tint of the metal.

“If you think getting put on the spot is bad just you wait,” Celeste hummed, taking Silco’s other hand in both of hers, her eyebrow raised for comedic effect. “Because I’m about to put you on the ice.”

The drop in Silco’s face was incredibly obvious and he rolled his eyes, pushing through the door and leaving Celeste in his office, utterly unamused by her joke.

Celeste on the other hand couldn’t help but laugh. Her husband’s deep frown at the - in Celeste’s humble opinion - clever wordplay easily being the greatest sight of the day, soon to take second place to his ice skating abilities.

“Perhaps I should hire you for comedy shows in the bar,” Silco called from down the hall, the wry remark bringing about a grimace from Celeste and she hurried to lock the office door and catch up to the kingpin.

“I think that would run you out of a business.”

“I am inclined to agree.”

Silco’s heels clicked against the hardwood floor as he crossed the empty hallway and stopped in front of the stairs.

“Call for a carriage and I’ll gather Jinx,” he said, taking Celeste’s hand and kissing her knuckles tenderly.

“If you can muster it on the ride to the river, refrain from more of your terrible jokes.”

#fluff #domestic fluff #marriage #married life #slice of life #winter #ice skating #year of the otp #snow #january prompt #snow prompt #silco and celeste are married and i love it <3 #ALSO I LOVE THE COVER I MADE FOR THIS SO MUCH #JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT

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bakerstreetbasilisk · 4 months

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YOTP 2023: January [Mystrade]

THE CHAMPION

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade

Additional Tags: Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, Year of the OTP Prompt Event January, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Olympics, Ancient Greece, Non-Graphic Violence Drinking, Fade to Black

Language: English

Summary: Mycroft, a nobleman, has never been very interested in the Olympics until he witnesses the feats of one silver-haired Corinthian wrestler.

This is not the first time Mycroft has attended the games in Olympia. His uncle has been a strong supporter of several athletes of Corinth and as his heir, Mycroft’s presence has been more or less obligatory. He had often wondered what his uncle, with whom he shares many interests, finds so interesting in the games, he himself being indifferent to sports in general. Mycroft simply couldn’t share his enthusiasm.

Not until today.

Not until he’d watched the Corinthian silver-haired champion heave his opponent off the ground, throw him down and choke him until he yielded.

Continue on AO3

#mystrade #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #yotp 2023 #january prompt #alternate universe- historical #alternate universe- ancient greece #alternate universe- olympics #fanfic #mystrade fanfic #basiliskwrites

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dumplingsjinson · 8 months

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List of random dialogue prompts (pt. 2)

“If you felt want and longing the way I did — the way I still do — I promise you’d be driven fucking mad.”

“I wanted the thrill of the chase more than I wanted you.”

“You really couldn’t have been any more obvious.” “That’s because I didn’t have anything to hide. I was being obvious, because I needed you to know, without a doubt, that I love you.”

“This is literally the worst moment for me to be saying this but considering how we could die at any second, I need to get this off my chest before I become buried six feet under, without a chance to say any of this to you: I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids. I’ve loved you every second of my life; from the moment when I knew what loving someone really meant.”

“I kinda knew I lost all feelings for you when I realised I didn’t want to communicate with you about the problems that were happening between us. I became complaisant.”

“Loving you is as easy as overthinking everything.”

“It’s… easy with you. Nice. I don’t have to be someone else to impress you, because I know you love me for me.”

“There are parts of me I’d never thought I’d show to anyone else, but then… You came along, and for some reason, you made me want to be honest with you; bare my soul to you.”

“So what in the hell are we? I’m not doing this unless we’re on the same page.”

“Please don’t tell me we’re nothing to you… That I mean nothing after everything’s that happened.”

“You’re my emotional support human, and I love you so, so much.”

“If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. Just as I’ve always been.”

“I’d let you break my heart, if it means I’d get to have you for even a day.”

“You make me feel like dancing in the pouring rain wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

“You’re astoundingly unhealthy for me, but do I care? No, because I wouldn’t have fallen if I cared, especially when I’m someone who’s usually so careful with whom I give my heart to.”

“…I didn’t drunk call you. It wasn’t a drunk call. I called you, perfectly sober.”

“You’re someone I want to tell things to.”

“What’s more important to me is that I’m your last love.”

“This… This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“Falling in love wasn’t on the agenda.” “Do you mean falling in love with me out of all people wasn’t on the agenda?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m kind of in love?”

“…I want all of you. On top, under, whatever — I don’t care, I just want you.”

“Maybe I can help you forget about them.”

“It’s easier to pretend I’m still in love with them, than leave them in that state.” “You know you basically lying to them about your feelings is gonna hurt them more in the long run, right?”

“Why does it have to be them? Why can’t it be me?”

“I’ll give you two seconds to take that back.”

“You gotta work for it, love.”

“We can pretend that didn’t happen.” “I’m sorry, but I’m not as good of an actor as you are.”

“I don’t know how to… I’ve never done this before.” “Then follow my lead, okay?”

“I’m someone who falls in love easily, but I’m also someone who can’t get over someone as easily.”

“I want to make this work, because I don’t— I don’t want to— I can’t lose you.”

“You make me want to be a better version of myself.”

“I don’t wanna mess this up with you.” “You won’t. I promise, you won’t, so just… Do whatever. I trust you.”

“Why are you smiling at your phone?” “…I was looking at the mail app, and uh… Received some good news?”

“Because love isn’t linear. You know that, right?”

“I’m not doing this for you — I’m doing this for myself.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be that person for you.”

“I’m here to stay. At least until you want me gone, which I hope is never.”

“Chasing you is like chasing the rainbow… It’s impossible. You’re always slipping away no matter how fast I run after you.”

“Don’t give me that it’s not you, it’s me bullcrap. It’s us both. We’re both at fault for this relationship breakdown.”

“God, I just like you so, so much.”

“I think I need to get over you for me to feel better again.”

“You and your stupid smile… Stop that.”

“I just need you in me somehow, please—”

“I really hope you realised they were flirting with you.” “…They were?”

“I’ve caught feelings for you, and I know you don’t like me back that way so I just… Wanted to tell you, before I decide to let you go.”

“I’ll be here to pick up the broken pieces if that’s what you want me to do, but I’ll leave if you’re not ready for that… For something more with me.”

“I love you, but I… I don’t think I see a future with you.”

“Give me a week. A week, and I’ll be back to normal. A week, and I’ll… I’ll be over you. Just a week and you’ll have the old me back. It’s that easy, I promise.”

“I kinda wanna give myself a concussion so I can forget about you and not think about you twenty-four-seven.”

(pt. 1) | (pt. 3)

#i wrote this in january lmfao #long post #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #smut prompts #prompts #romantic prompts #romance prompts #suggestive prompts

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estrellami-1 · 4 months

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January prompt: hole

Word count: 404

No warnings apply

Rated G

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Ok YES I’ve done 2 others BUT in my defense. Mickala asked for childhood-friends-to-lovers and I had an Idea, what was I supposed to do? Not write?

“There’s a hole in your pants.” Eddie looks up at those words to find a boy staring down at him, brows furrowed in concern. “Did you fall?”

He looks back down to the stick in his hand, the scratch marks in the dirt. “Nah. Just a hole.”

The boy sits in front of him. “My mom says holes are unsightly,” he says, carefully pronouncing the last word. “She always buys me new pants when my old ones are finally comfortable.”

Eddie cocks his head at the boy. “I’ve never had new pants.”

“Oh.” He sits with that for a minute. “Where do you get your pants from?”

Eddie shrugs. “My momma buys ‘em. But most of the time they’ve already got holes in ‘em.”

Suddenly the boy grins. “It would be kinda funny if my mom sold my pants to your mom, huh?”

That gets Eddie to smile. “It would,” he agrees, and extends an olive branch. “I’m Eddie. What’s your name?”

“Steve. What’re you doing with the stick?”

Eddie grins at him. “Nothing. But that’s just ‘cause I didn’t have anyone to play with. You wanna play with me, Steve?”

“Sure!” He sits up onto his knees, excited. “What’re we playing?”

Eddie grins. “Whatever we want. You ever heard of dragons?”

“Dragons aren’t real.”

“Are too. I’ll show you.”

They play until the end-of-recess bell rings. They find each other the next day, and the day after that, and even the week after that, until summer came and they drifted apart.

Ten years later, after unimaginable horrors and shitty fourth of Julys and getting the crap beat out of him, Steve finds Eddie in a boat shed. “There’s a hole in your pants,” he says, even though there’s always a hole in Eddie’s pants. It’s not so much about lack as it is his personal style. “Did you fall?”

Eddie manages a shaky smile up at Steve. “Nah,” he says softly. “Just a hole.” He suddenly smiles bigger. “Looks like you’ve got a hole in your own pants, too.”

Steve grins back. “My mom always said they were unsightly,” he agrees. “I don’t think so.”

“Me neither, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, accepting the help up just to stand in Steve’s space.

“You okay?”

Eddie lets out a humorless laugh. “Better with you here.”

“Flirt.” Steve rolls his eyes, ignores the pink racing up his cheeks. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Lead the way.”

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #January prompt #hole #…for the third time #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #childhood friends to lovers #starambles

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givethispromptatry · 4 months

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It is not love that makes humans dangerous.

Love is predictable. Love has rules of engagement.

Spite, however, makes the illogical logical to humans. It creates options in the human brain that should never have been considered.

#writing prompt #story prompt #january 2024 #new beginnings month

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guardmesherlock-rowan · 4 months

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January Prompt: Envelope p4.

For SherlockChallenge January's prompt

And now our other mystery solvers

Mycroft Holmes, Arthur Hastings, and Hercule Poirot under the cut

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft searched their home until he found MC. They were making little notes in their latest script. After watching them for a moment he snuck up from behind and gently blew on their neck, smirking as they jumped slightly.

“Mycroft!” They scolded with the cutest pout on their face as they turned to face him.

“Yes, my dear?” He sat down next to them and held out an envelope. “If you have a moment I would love to share these with you.” Their expression quickly shifted to curiosity and moved closer to him.

Carefully he removed the papers from the envelope and grinned as he presented them to MC. Little childish doodles, and shaky words were written across the pages, but he didn’t have to wait long for their eyes to light up with recognition. “But how?”

Mycroft’s grin only grew as he watched them read over the barely legible writing of their younger self. “It’s really cute how you always wanted to be an actress.” He picked up a page of her writing about being in the school play and how much she loved it, complete with a doodle of her on stage, or presumably a stage. “I want to add these to your album so we can cherish this memory of your youth.”

“I still can’t believe you got these for me.”

He tenderly pushed their hair behind their ear and watched the soft expression on their face, warm as they relived those moments from years ago. He could let them believe he got those pages only for them, as long as he could keep this moment, their expression, to himself.

Arthur Hastings

Arthur handed MC her bag back, but he couldn’t help the way he stared at the boys who had stopped them on their walk. They were so excited to get her autograph. He didn’t blame them, but he was aware that they were on a little bit of a time crunch. The way she smiled at them, it warmed his heart to see her interacting with her fans, but it still ached.

MC slipped their hand in his as they continued down the street. “Sorry about that Arthur, let’s get-”

“MC!” Diana, her manager, called out to them. The tall woman was grinning ear to ear, the grin seemed to only increase when she saw Arthur next to her. “Oh this is the perfect timing, I’m so glad I was able to catch you! You would never believe this, but you know those offices the studio used to be out of a few years ago? Well, they were cleaning out the space for the new tenets and found a lot of old unanswered fan mail the show received! Including…” she held out the envelope, “tada!”

Arthur’s stomach twisted in recognition of the handwriting on the envelope, his handwriting.

MC seemed to realize it as well when she glanced up at him. She took the envelope from Diana, and turned it over, showing Arthur’s name and his old address from back then as the return recipient.

“It must be fate’s way of wanting to celebrate you two coming together by having this finally delivered to you! Open it,” Diana giggled and danced a little in place, “I cannot wait to hear what you wrote!”

Arthur quickly grabbed the envelope and held it behind his back, the heat on his cheeks warning him of how red he was turning. “Maybe this was better off left unread.”

MC looked up at him with those big eyes of theirs that had Arthur feeling like he wanted to share it with them. “If it means that much to you…” They said understandingly, but Arthur could hear the disappointment. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’ll read it to you later, when we’re alone.” He glanced at Diana to make sure she understood.

MC quickly grabbed onto his arm. “Then it’s a date.”

Hercule Poirot

“Is this all of them?” Hercule started to sort the envelopes that had tumbled out of MC’s bag, placing them into neat little piles.

“All the ones I’ve found.” They sat down across from Hercule watching him as he observed the front of the envelopes before adding them to a category.

“So run me through the facts again, you found these in the dressing room?”

“Yes, well, not exactly. I was changing but there was a rip in the jacket and the head of wardrobe said there should be a jacket from a different production that should work, so we went to go grab it, and in the storage, there was an envelope on the ground and I was surprised to see my name on it.”

“I see,” Hercule flipped on envelope over, observing the front and back, before carefully pulling out the RSVP from the envelope and studied it. “From there you found the bag with the rest of these little envelopes?”

“Yes.” They nodded, nervously looking at the envelopes.

“And these look like your handwriting but you didn’t write these?”

“Yes.” Their shoulders slumped a little.

Hercule looked up from the envelope, turning his attention to them. “Hastings!” He called out.

“Yes?” The tall man with dark hair called from his room.

“If you would, get the kettle going, please. I do believe MC and I could use some tea.” He looked over at them reassuringly. “Don’t fret, we will get to the bottom of these curious invitations.”

“But the party noted is for this weekend at my home.” They reached out for one of the envelopes and read over the RSVP, slightly shaking.

“Well, then may I suggest we look into what it takes to throw a party? Perhaps the person who set these invitations out will be in attendance.” He spoke confidently, bringing a smile to their face, while his gaze dropped to the envelope that had caught his attention earlier. The one with a newer stamp on it than the others.

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #Sherlockchallenge #Mycroft Holmes #Arthur Hastings #Hercule Poirot

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stevesjockstrap · 4 months

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Digging Holes

@steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’ | 404 words | rated G

cw: implied past child abuse • read on ao3

Steve watched the kids playing in their backyard, digging happily in the sandbox Uncle Wayne had made for them. The neighbor boy had come over, and his girls sometimes needed to set some boundaries with him but otherwise everything usually went well.

He brought them juice boxes or granola bars from time to time but tried his best to let them play uninterrupted. Eddie always claimed he was a helicopter parent, but he felt he was more than entitled to a little paranoia.

Smirking as his youngest again reminded the neighbor to not fling sand around, he watched as she looked around the backyard for him. Once she knew he was just on the patio, she went back to playing. That was something else he enjoyed, that his girls knew to keep an eye out.

Eddie snuck out of the house and slid in beside him.

“How are you going to helicopter from all the way over here, babe?” He teased, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I am not helicoptering. How are you going to rile them up from all the way over here?”

Things seemed to get tense all at once, both of his girls’ heads popping up to locate their dads.

“We reached the bottom of the sandbox! How are we going to dig a hole to China?!” The neighbor kid yelled louder so the adults could now hear him.

Suddenly Steve was back at recess as a small kid, watching a classmate with shorn dark hair and a black eye explain that he was digging a hole to China with his spork from the cafeteria. He had taken one long look at the kid and grabbed a nearby stick to help him.

“Woah,” Steve whispered, shaking himself out of the thirty year old memory he had completely forgotten about (suffering several head injuries since then).

“What?” Eddie looked at him strangely.

“I dunno. I just remembered, I think. Helping you in, like, elementary school, maybe the same age as they are… dig a hole to China? You were using a spork?”

“Oh my god,” he breathed, eyes taking on a faraway look. “That was you?”

Steve nodded.

“Everyone always thought it was really weird. You were the only one who helped. I, uh, really wanted to get away. That was before, um, before I went to Wayne’s.”

He squeezed his hand on his knee. “I’m glad I helped.”

“Me too.”

#girl dad Steve Harrington #give steve all the babies #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicrofic January #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #mine #somehow I wrote a prompt that was established steddie Lolol #steddie dads

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