Sup Buttercup?

“i don’t know, probably that i can have ilya’s photos on my phone now :).”

But before she could continue, she caught sight of a phone out of the corner of her eye, positioned at just the right angle to catch her and Bob in its camera lens. Yelena tensed as she noticed the owner of the device whispering something to her friend before glancing surreptitiously back in their direction.

From my Bishova Hanahaki fic 💐 as per usual - also from the next chapter (Chapter 16) as my last couple WIP Wednesdays have been.

I've been jumping around the chapter quite a bit the last couple days, and I'm glad this was the last bit I put down yesterday because the other things I was working on were much more spoiler-y 😅 Not sure if I love how it reads, so this might not be its final form 🤔

I'm working at GenCon this week, so my days will be packed, but I'm hoping to get some work done on the fic when I can (some evenings and during lunch breaks potentially). But I am taking a couple days off my actual 9-5 when I get back, and I plan to use at least some of that time writing!

I don’t have anyone specific to tag, but anyone who sees this is welcome to participate! Just make a new post with the last sentence* you wrote on your current WIP*

Israel holds the cards. They have the Epstein blackmail details on Trump.

Most elected Republicans are on the same boat. You can't get that level of subordination to a much smaller country without some sort of extortion. Robert Maxwell and Ghislaine Maxwell made their fortunes blackmailing.

You do not infiltrate without the goods.

Shane, reading a recipe: “Beat three eggs.” In what? Hand to hand combat?