#flashfic friday

[thedevilinmybrain]

Hi love

Prompt: Love at first sight, like "the world stop when I first saw you" kind of.

Thanks xx

this is silly and a little dirty and flirty and happy christmas!

"Oh for heaven's sake, Louis. It's your turn. Just go do it!" Liam shoves a hand into Louis' jacket, shoves him towards where the line for the Christmas stall has already gained two more people. "Oi, alright alright. Fuck off then." Straightening his coat, Louis digs his hands into his pockets and waits. That's all he can do as the line slowly crawls forward. It's his own damn fault - promised to buy the lads a round of mulled wine since he lost the bet over at the ice skating rink. How was he supposed to know that fucking Zayn of all people knew how to skate because of ice hockey? Stepping up behind a couple that clearly has no idea what they want, Louis glances around. The Christmas market is all lit up with strands of multicolored fairy lights, heavy with boughs of fir and pine. It smells like a Chris Kringle dream, like cinnamon and sugar dust and cranberries. He half expects to see magic reindeer walking around, maybe an elf in the eaves of one of the canvas tents. What he doesn't expect at all is to finally be first line and come face to face with a literal Christmas angel. Louis is an expert on the subject. He's a Christmas baby after all. "Hi there. What would you like?" Green eyes, pink cheeks, a crooked grin. It's all Louis can see. Peering up at him from behind the rough wooden countertop, a crown of gold tinsel nestled in his curls. "You." It falls out of Louis' mouth, just an honest answer, and Louis can't feel bad about being this bold when the flush on the man's cheeks darkens. "I'm um," A ringed hand flutters around the top of his red apron, the man ducking his head a little. And god does flustered look downright devastatingly good on him. "I'm not on the menu." "Hi, Not on the menu. I'm Louis." Whatever rulebook Louis has prescribed to for dating has gone up in flames, and he's almost cringe at the worst line in the world if it weren't for the way the guy gives out a startled and loud laugh. "Oh! You've got jokes then, hm?" Brushing his fingers to his lips, the angel lets out another giggle before holding his hand out. "Well, Louis, it's nice to meet you." "Come now, love. You're really not going to tell me your name?" Louis asks, reaches to slip his fingers into the other man's, giving him a firm but slow shake. He knows he's holding up the line, knows he's laying it on thick, but the guy just is too close to a holiday miracle to pass up. "I'll tell you," Leaning down, the guy meet Louis' eye, all seaglass green with a hint of mischief. "But only after you take me out." "When you get off?" Louis asks, raises a slow eyebrow. "That won't happen till at least the third date." The guy pulls his hand back, turning to fill up a cup from the large stock pot on the water, the mulled wine a deep red. "But you can meet me here at seven."

[renee-writer]

Hurt and Healing

Inspired by the Flashfic Fridays prompt: all the king's horse. I wrote this one first then decided to write a more secular one to submit to them.

That is what they say

isn’t it

That all the king’s horses

and all the king’s men

can’t put back together what is broken

Oh but they try

With program after program

Law after law

They try

The problem is

they are powerless against the real issues

It isn’t a matter of the right law

the right program

Some things can only be fixed

With a soul change

You can’t legislate evil away

King Solomon, in all his wisdom couldn’t

No way out current government can

no matter the country

There is only One that can

Who can put us back together again

Only He Who created us in the first place

Who can restore broken families, lives, relationships

Break the bonds of addiction, fear, abuse

Restore the respect for life

For natural law

Only He Who established them

No, all the king’s horses nor all the king’s men

can’t fix the broken

but

God can

God will

Turn to Him for healing, today.

[the-sin-hole]

fighting a losing battle

stanxreader flashfic, 897 words gender neutral, reader is 21+, no warnings apply i've got a fever and the only cure is pining

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Stan wakes up scowling.

This happens a lot, honestly. Whether he's plagued by sour dreams or another random body pain, he doesn't usually wake up on the right side of the bed, so to speak. But this morning he has an entirely new thing to angrily confront in his first few moments of consciousness.

Feelings. Ugh.

He lays in bed as he plays mental damage control. He'd really hoped what he felt last night was a fluke, a byproduct of the environment and the alcohol. Something he'd sleep off, shrug off, look back on and chalk up to a temporary loss of faculties.

The fact that you're the first thing he thought of this morning proves that to not be the case.

A new exhibit at the Shack had broken and caused some damage to your car earlier that week. You expressed your hesitance at the giant fake automaton Bigfoot several times, Stan brushing each of your concerns off one by one. You've only been working there about a month, but you both got along quickly, and he values your input as much as a man stuck in his ways can. Still, your rapport was not enough to convince him that maybe the rickety former carnival attraction wouldn't be able to juggle several coconuts at once. And you were proven right when it flung one of them right into your car's windshield.

Stan knew a guy, as he always does, at the local shop who fixed it for you on the cheap. Still, instead of compensating you financially, he offered to make it up to you by buying you a few cheap beers at the local bar after work on Friday night. You accepted, knowing that was the best you were going to get out of him.

Stan had no nerves going into it. This was just a few drinks with another adult, no big deal. He tolerates your company perfectly well. He thought he might even have a good time. And unfortunately for him, he had too good a night.

You were seated next to each other on stools at the bar, clinking your third beer bottles together. After your sips you both spotted a man with an unreasonably-large handlebar mustache sitting a few spots away. Stan leaned into your ear and cracked a joke. He can't even remember the joke, not anymore, because what happened next short circuited his brain.

Not wanting to alert the victim of the joke to Stan's mockery, you slapped a hand over your mouth as laughs tried to escape. You weakened as your body was wracked with restrained laughter. That weakness combined with your desire to keep the chuckles under wraps led you to turn to your left, towards Stan, and lean onto his side. You pressed your face against his upper arm to help stifle your sounds, placed your other hand on his forearm and squeezed. You remained there for a good ten seconds while your laughs subsided.

Stan was paralyzed. His heart was jumping in his chest. He felt warm, too warm, way too warm, and something tingled deep in his gut. When you finally pulled away and looked up at him, face flushed with mirth, hand now removed to show a wide smile up at him, other hand giving a tighter squeeze to his forearm, he realized to his immense dismay that he wanted to kiss you.

That thought was very quickly replaced by another: "Oh, fuck."

Suddenly his nerves found him. He spent the rest of the night fighting back anxiety, working overtime to entertain and make you laugh that hard again, make you get close to him again. Unfortunately you called it a night after your third round and left to walk back to your apartment, taking with you all the warmth that had found him which he now sorely missed. When he went to bed that night he kept fighting back rushing thoughts about you with the same sentence, repeated increasingly louder the more you wriggled through.

It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.

He repeats that mantra as he gets ready for work, prepares himself mentally to face you when the Shack opens. He's drinking coffee in the kitchen when he hears you enter and take your place at the register to count your till. He sips his coffee and tries to talk himself down.

Last night was nothin'. You just got caught up in makin' em laugh. It's not like they're some big shot. They're just a normal person with normal looks and you feel perfectly normal about them. You're gonna walk in there and it's gonna be fine. You won't feel any of this dumb ooey-gooey bullshit. And if you do, you'll squash it like a bug and never have to deal with it again. You're not gonna let some feelings win out over you, are ya? Hell no. You've got this. You'll win.

He drains the last of his coffee, places the mug in the sink, and walks to the gift shop with an excess of confidence. He reaches the doorway, pushes through. You're humming to yourself as you count your bills, a sweet tune that may as well be a battle cry to him. You register his approach and look up at him, slight smile on your lips and a softness in your eyes that threatens to pierce his defense.

It's fine. You'll win. It's fine.

You say "Morning, Stan", and he loses.

[buck-star]

Soldier’s coming home

Bucky comes home to his boyfriend after his assignment for the army.

Pairing: Soldier!Bucky Barnes x CountrySinger!Steve Rogers

Wordcount: 982 Words

Warnings/Tags: established relationship, fluff, mention of smut

Authors Note: @calzone-d some Stucky for you. Divider made by me.

Events: WinterShield Bingo [N4 | Country singer au | @wintershieldbingo], Bucky Boy Bingo [I4 | First Hug | @buckyboybingo], Stucky Bingo [SB6010 | O1 | Writing Format: Flashfic | @stuckybingo]

Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist

“I cried, never hold the hand of another guy,” the sound of Steve’s soft voice echoed through the old country bar. He’s sitting with his guitar on the stage in the front of the tables and the small dance floor in the middle. He’s smiling softly while he lets his fingers slide over the sides of the guitar and nods his head slightly to the music. “Too young for him. They told her, waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier.”

His blue eyes roam through the bar for a moment. He takes a deep breath, taking in the familiar sound of the wood mixed with the smell of the alcohol and food in there. Steve watches the people sitting there but also the few dancing on the little dance floor.

“Our love will never end. Waitin’ for the soldier, come back again,” he continues. Steve’s thoughts move to his boyfriend, the way his calloused hands feel on Steve’s small waist while they both swing their hips to the music. They used to dance every Friday night in that bar until Bucky had another assignment for the army. “Never more be alone when the letter says—“

Steve smirks when the people at the bar finish the line of the song. “The soldier’s coming home.” He keeps singing the choruses a few more times, knowing the people love it just as much as he does.

When he slowly finishes the song, he puts down the guitar and gets off the little stool he sits in. “Thank you so—“

Steve’s eyes widen when he notices a familiar face in the back of the room. Bright blue eyes, long brown hair, and the most beautiful smile Steve has ever seen, belonging to the man who’s leaning with his back against the wall. His arms are crossed over his chest while he grins at Steve.

“So— so much…” Steve mumbles into the microphone while his eyes remain on the man who’s still wearing his uniform. And damn, he looks delicious, sweet, and just… perfect.

The blond-haired man places the microphone on the stool and jumps off the stage. He pushes himself through the crowd on the dance floor toward his boyfriend. Bucky pushes himself off the wall, standing straight while he opens his arms wide.

When he reaches the soldier, he jumps into the strong man’s arms, hugging him tightly. Steve doesn’t care that he’s probably crushing Bucky underneath his weight; he wants to be close to him, as close as possible.

“Stevie, you big baby,” Bucky laughs, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around Steve’s frame. The people in the bar are all staring at the two, clapping and cheering for them. “Missed your voice when you sing; glad I didn’t miss your show.”

“I missed you, Buck, so much,” Steve mumbles, his legs around Bucky’s waist to make sure that the brunette keeps him in his strong, warm embrace.

The blond-haired man leans back slightly, his hands moving to frame Bucky’s face. He locks his eyes with the brunette's blue orbs and grins happily.

“You’re home, baby,” he mumbles before he crashes his lips on Bucky’s. Steve sighs softly, feeling the brunette’s lips so soft and sweet against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Stevie. Now let me set you down; my arms are getting heavy with your weight on them,” Bucky chuckles, and with a little huff he manages to set Steve down. His hands remain on the small waist of his boyfriend while he looks the blond-haired man up and down, licking his lips slightly. “You look fuckin’ hot with your hair and beard grown out like that, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, leaning his head against Bucky’s shoulder. “Thought I would let them grow out a bit; it fits with the country style and makes me look less like a man with thick muscles and a baby face.”

“Mhm, you’re pretty without or with a beard. But I have to be honest; it looks hot,” Bucky chuckles. He keeps his boyfriend close to him while he pecks the pink lips of the blond-haired man.

“You’re not bad yourself, especially in that uniform,” Steve groans. He lets his eyes roam over the people who are busy with themselves again, then he thrusts his hips against Bucky’s with a grin, hips grinding against Bucky’s.

“Stevie… we’re in public,” Bucky mutters under his breath, his cock hardening in his pants. He pushes one of his legs between Steve’s, allowing his boyfriend to grind against his thigh. “Naughty boy.”

Steve whimpers, his breath warm against Bucky’s neck. “You can’t blame me; I missed you so much, and you look so sexy in your uniform,” Steve grumbles, his hands sliding down Bucky’s back to his ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands.

Bucky pushes his boyfriend slightly away from him, interlacing their fingers before he pulls them back into one of the bathrooms in the back of the bar. The brunette slams the door shut, locking it.

“You have to be quiet, Stevie,” he says, his head tilted and his voice low. Steve nods, shivering under the intense gaze of his boyfriend, who walks closer to him. The calloused hands of Bucky find their place on Steve’s waist, turning him and pushing him with his stomach against the sink. “We don’t want them to hear your pretty moans, do we?”

“N-no… just for you, just for you to hear them,” Steve moans, his fingers gripping the sink to ground him, when Bucky’s hands slide up and down his sides, closer to his crotch with every movement.

“Good boy,” Bucky whispers, his hands moving to the belt buckle of Steve's pants. “Sounds that are just meant for me, Stevie. Just mine, baby.” He places one of his palms on Steve’s bulge, smirking and kissing the other man’s neck when he throws his head back against Bucky’s shoulder.

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[leafdrake-haven]

Fandom Friday!

Howdy, it's been a minute but I thought we could use some fun! Welcome to Fandom Friday! A day for the MtG community to come together and talk about our OCs, fanplanes, and favorite aspects of MtG in general!

Ok so you know the drill, I’ll give a prompt and you can respond to it by answering directly, doing a doodle, making a custom card, a little flash fic, or whatever feels right and most fun for you! (Heck, do multiples if you want, this is just for fun!)

It's starting to get a little frosty outside 👀❄️

Design some cards from your favorite planes and how you think they handle/celebrate/tolerate winter. Do Ravnican goblins have snowman guns? Does Bloomburrow have a winter creature like Beza is the spring? Does Valgavoth dress up for the holidays??? I dunno but I bet you could make some fun cards (or heck art/flashfic) about it! Happy Friday!

[lucy-the-cat]

RQ Flashfic Friday

Setup: sequel to this and this

Disclaimer that I haven't taken French in years so this is working of off Google/Microsoft Translate

Maven popped another piece of gum in his mouth, chewing. "So is anyone gonna stop her?"

Farley snorted. "Not my circus, not my monkeys." She shoveled more ice into the shaker. "And not my stolen bubblegum."

He shook his head, chuckling. "Borrowed bubblegum. I'll give it back. In the meantime . . ." Maven waved the packet, and a few sticks fell in the sink. "Anyone want one?"

Cal rubbed his temples. "Can you not speak with your mouth full?"

He shrugged. "Tu es une paysanne." You are a peasant.

Farley hauled the milk on the counter. "Moi aussi. Taisez-vous." So am I. Shut up.

"Viva Les Riches." Long Live the Rich.

Cal sighed. "Guys, I'm right here--"

Maven popped a bubble. "I said 'Long Live the Rich', do you agree?"

"Never mind." He took the milk from Farley and grabbed a cup. "Go ahead, keep speaking French."

It was hard to tell what exactly they were arguing about, but it clearly had nothing to do with him, even if Maven kept wildly gesturing in his direction. Somehow the orders got filled. Somehow they made it through the day.

And Farley and Maven were still arguing.

In French.

In front of him.

"That's enough." Iris cut between them, soft and lethal. "No need to threaten anyone with guillotines. Or tax fraud charges. Or taxation in general."

Farley eyed her for a moment before drawing back. Maven blinked. "You know French?"

Iris scoffed. "Of course I do, what kind of heathen--?"

Cal peered over the counter. "I don't." "My point exactly." She waved a hand. "Run along, now."

Farley wasted no time, hauling her bag over her shoulder and hopping on her bike. Cal tapped Maven shoulder once they were out of sight. "So how did--?"

He shrugged. "Don't ask."

@nortaeventcouncil @drewtanakagf

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[marlynnofmany]

You should tag "Freed" post/743691342798061568/freed as "flash fiction friday" to make both of your flash fictions easier to find together! The "humans are weird" all have their one tag... (your short stories are great, still haven't cracked into 'Sweeping Changes' or 'We're The Weird Aliens' yet, just haven't had the time unfortunately)

Oh, I thought I did! Guess it was just on the original post, not the reblog. Fixed it. Now that flashfic will link to all the other ones, which are ... more than I remembered!

I should get back into writing those; they were fun.

Thanks for pointing it out. Hope you enjoy the books! I know all too well how hard it can be to find reading time.

[thedevilinmybrain]

First off, I love your fics, always have, and always will :)

Rut or Heat aftercare. The rut or heat has ended, and Harry or Louis cares for the other. Feeding, cuddling, and keeping them happy while they rest after an eventful few days. Feel free to choose who just had the rut or heat

Oh you are too sweet. Thank you so much. Hope you like this:

"There ya go, love. Easy now." Louis' hand is firm, steady under Harry's arm as he helps lower him into the warm water. There is a fizzling bathbomb in the corner, turning the water an aquamarine colored blue with gold glitter in it. "Feels nice, right?" "You used the Lush one," Harry murmurs, leaning his head back against the inflatable seashell pillow suction cupped to the back of the clawfoot. "'Course I did," Louis waits until he's sure Harry is settled before he lets go of him, wants to make sure he's comfortable. "Ocean bath for my favorite mermaid." "You're cute." Harry cracks one eye open, grins enough to hint at the dimples in his cheeks. "Just love you." Louis can feel his own body aching, legs and back aching, but he can deal with that later. Harry is a mess of bruises, little stains all over his chest, his thighs, his back. Louis had felt bad the first time they went through this, chastised the alpha inside of him that had found them claiming and too rough. Now, nearly a decade after they started, it feels somehow right. The more Harry, heat delirious and presenting, had begged for them - the more Louis gave. And after, when Louis would catch him in the mirror pressing on them with that look in his eye - well, it felt like permission. "You need anything else, darling?" Louis asks, flicks his lighter and ignites the last pillar candle carefully placed on the bathroom vanity. "Will you sit with me? Just for a little?" Harry isn't asleep, but by looking at him, it'd be hard to tell. He's got all of his hair piled up in a ringlet bun on the top of his head, eyes closed, lips barely parted. The glass of red wine on the tile floor is half empty. "No need to ask." Louis stretches out his back for a few minutes, twists back and forth, before he snags a towel off the rack and sinks to the floor. He's put himself at the other end of the tub, can see Harry's pretty face and his little sigh when Louis reaches into the water, snags a hand around his ankle and squeezes. When Harry asks for the time, he doesn't always need Louis to engage with him. He's happy to sit in silence, to be doing their own thing, to just spend time. It just sweetens it more when Louis will casually touch him, will linger nearby with their shoulders brushing or passing back with a kiss to the top of his head. If that's all Harry needs to feel safe and loved, well, it's a price Louis doesn't mind paying.

[doesnotloveyou]

Definitely Miami

already posted the AO3 link to this, but i'm so silly I forgot I can just post the whole thing

Warnings: Teen rating for suggestive content

Length: Flashfic/ficlet/drabble

Summary:

Sonny reflects on his past romances while trying not to make a huge mistake with a certain French bombshell.

Sonny's love life had felt like falling down stairs for a long time now. Each time he hit another step he swore he'd find his balance and stop before he hit the bottom, that the next step would be the last. Except the staircase was much steeper than he'd expected, and Burnett attracted gravity like a lead weight.

Caroline, his best love, mother to his amazing little boy who was growing bigger every day, broke his heart by using her head. She wanted out and he couldn't blame her. The job was more home to him than she was. His ex-wife and his boy had hugged him goodbye and left for better things.

Gina, his girl Friday, got her heart crushed by some jackass who wined and dined her before taking on another chick without so much as an "oops, sorry.” She definitely still loved him, but that wound was festering and neither of them wanted to look at it. He didn't even know why he'd done it, but he knew he didn’t deserve to be taken back.

Brenda, the 'other woman,' the one who was out of his league. The one who somehow thought she could succeed where Caroline had cut her losses. A pretty fantasy to wake up to but one that nearly cost him his real partner. She was never meant to be.

Margaret was the first sign that the staircase was steeper than imagined. New York City was bewildering enough without some chic blonde in a penthouse spinning him like a top. Even once the curtain had fallen she still tried to manipulate him back into her bed. He'd prefer to forget about Margaret sooner than later.

Now Callie. Ice cube to wipe her sweat, Callie. Kept him up thinking about her during a heatwave, Callie. How she twisted him around one manicured finger before running that hand up her leg. She came on too hard, turned him off; exuding pure sex was not a look he desired. But it sure as hell clung to his brain like a parasite.

The tortured love angle tugged viciously at his heart strings. He was in this job to protect people like her, but people like her were starting to go too far. His head was slamming the brakes while his heart floored it; it's a ripoff, but what if it isn't, trust your gut, she looks so scared, she could have left him by now, you know it's never that simple.

Sonny felt guilty for how bad he wanted it to be real. Because if it were real then Callie was really in an abusive relationship. Her tears, her fear, her pain. All of it would have to be real and he'd currently be hunting down the animal that terrorized her. Yet, the stink of a rotten deal was all over that woman, and here he was following it like a starving dog. 

During the four hours he devoted to sleep, drenched in summer sweat and wearing as little as possible, Sonny would bear down on the bunched up blanket and pillows to take the edge off. Callie was either a victim or a snake, and either way he shouldn't touch her.

At the end of each night though, his bed was empty, his heart full, and he wasn't getting any younger.

In the safehouse, Callie parted open her bathrobe and he fell with her into the bed. The trouble then was knowing exactly where to start. She was an unguarded sports car, top down, keys in the ignition, tank full, engine purring, upholstery gleaming. He was dressed as a criminal, talking like one, thinking like one. There was compassion in his heart and a full-bodied woman in his arms. No one knew where they were, and she wanted the touch of a kind man so desperately she was practically forcing herself on him. It was all so perfect. 

Out of left field the bickering between his head and heart was overruled. His conscience got him out of that bed. He pulled his clothes back together. He walked away.

[pheita]

I find it quite funny the Heroine's Journey had been mentioned because even before I learned about that, my stories all follow that pattern. It was some years ago through a post on Tumblr (I think it might have been even the linked one?) I learned about it and was like : Oh, there is a term for this.

It is just fitting this time I have a female MC who drives the story while following the Heroine's Journey, even if she sometimes refuses the calle and needs to get smacked a little over her head to get realizations into her dense head lol

Sadly, the whole week was so busy and I was left with so little energy and I needed the last two days to recover from it, I barely wrote for thw WIP. I wrote a little today, some on a fanfic project yesterday to stretch the writing muscles but yeah, I hope it will be better next week but I am afraid not. I am trying to work with the amount of February prompt lists from all the events on Tumblr to get my head kickstarted, same with Flashfic Friday, just to unblock the writing juices and see where it goes. We will see where it leads.

February 2

Hello writerly friends!

Here we go into the next month of chaos, I mean writing. 

If you've fallen off the writing wagon, this is your sign to get back on it. Have you seen the tip in Wednesday's post about leaving yourself notes for your next writing session? Do that. Also do that for restarting your writing project. Especially if you start by re-reading your WIP, write down notes! No, you won't remember later, write down notes for yourself!

Anyway, here's something for the back of the mind while you work through your story. If you're feeling lost or stuck and are not sure how your story will fit into common story structure, let me shake things up a bit. 

Have you ever heard of the Heroine's Journey?

See, most of us are subconsciously quite familiar with the Hero's Journey. The lonesome hero goes on a quest, saves the world, and then rides alone into the sunset. That kind of story is like a natural structure for us, because we see it so often. But a lot of stories we like and we like to write, are not at all like that. The found family, the buddy comedies, the stories about people sticking together and doing the stuff that needs to be done. These are stories that don't work with a lonesome hero. 

Enter the Heroine's Journey. 

I have a post here (https://www.tumblr.com/the960writers/774294685950803969), where I explain it some more, please check it out. But also let me point you directly to the book The Heroine's Journey by Gail Carriger (https://gailcarriger.com/books/hj/).

So, if you find yourself stuck in some weird section of your story, where you just can't quite work out what's missing, or how it's supposed to continue, maybe, just maybe, you're actually trying to cram a heroine story into a hero story? Maybe play around with the connections, give your character some new friends for their adventures and see what happens.

Tell us about your story, how it's developing and what kind of structure seems to be emerging?

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[authorangelita]

Flashfic Friday: Wordle

Mac was sitting up in his hospital bed, frowning at his phone, when Jack woke up.  The stark white bandage wrapped around Mac's head was a horrifying reminder of how close they'd come to losing him.

"What's it?  What's wrong?" Jack asked, stumbling up on numb legs to lurch closer to Mac's bed.  He scrubbed a hand over his face to wipe away any traces of drool or eye gunk. 

"Riley and Bozer solved the Wordle already," Mac turned his phone to show Jack that he was on his last guess and hadn't solved their nerd puzzle yet, "and I'm stuck."

Jack sunk down on the edge of the bed in relief that nothing was seriously wrong.  Though, now that he looked at Mac's bruised face, he could see that this situation was of great importance to his partner.  "Bud, you had brain surgery not even a week ago.  It's okay if you don't solve your scramble thing."

"Wordle," Mac corrected with a glare, "and I've never lost one before."

Maybe they'd given Mac his phone back too soon, Jack thought as he gently took the device and read the guesses so far.  All three of his kids had explained how the game worked on multiple occasions as they often played on the jet in a friendly battle of wits, so he knew what the green and yellow squares meant.    

He immediately saw that all five letters were accounted for in Mac's previous guesses and made a mental note to talk with his doctor about that.  Jack pretended to think about the word for a while longer, making a show of tracing letters in the air and muttering to himself.

Mac wasn't paying a lot of attention.  His focus was on the paperclip he was twisting in his fingers as he tried to figure out the word too.  Matty had brought the kid a container of paperclips when she'd visited yesterday, and Mac had successfully twisted about half the ones he tried.  Sometimes he fell asleep in the middle of it, and sometimes his fingers just didn't do what he wanted them to do.  It was going to be a long recovery from the head trauma he'd suffered on their last mission.

"Maybe try 'alive', bud," Jack suggested gently while holding the phone out.

Mac carefully typed it in and breathed a sigh of relief when it was correct.  "Thanks, Jack."

"Anytime, hoss.  Anytime."

[renee-writer]

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 124: Bite Me.

How do you judge your day?

Do you worry if you haven’t done enough?

If you said the wrong thing, or kept quiet?

Judging yourself by some impossible standard?

Why?

Let’s keep it simple.

Did you do your best?

Were you nice to people?

Did you smile even if you didn’t feel like it?

Then chill.

If you didn’t bite or hit,

If you committed no crimes,

Then let all else go.

Life isn’t about being perfect

But being a nice human.

[so-caffeinated]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Original Character/Original Character, Will Queen/Amelia Prescott Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Jules Queen, Ellie Queen, Nate Queen, Will Queen, Amelia Prescott, Bethany, Others to be added - Character, Original Characters, Honestly mostly original characters Additional Tags: flashfics, Prompt Responses, huge variety of lengths, see individual chapters for any applicable warnings, prompts accepted via tumblr, Updated sporadically, Welcome to whatever this is Series: Part 4 of Forever Is Composed of Nows Summary:

Series of mostly lighter, prompt-driven flashfics set in the FiCoN 'verse. Topics vary by prompt (see individual chapters for warnings). Unbetaed and not edited prior to posting. Some chapters may be used in Pieces of Always if they are useful.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, January 25 - Friday, January 26

Kathy: Ewww! Who left their gum here? Buffy: Gum gnome?

~~Living Conditions~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

His Guiding Angel (Angel/Cordelia, K+) by apachefirecat

Gone (Buffy, Dawn, PG-13) by veronyxk84

"Not Quite An Empty Place" (Buffy/Spike, NR) by TazDevilen

A Shock of Hot Chocolate (Giles, T) by The_Eclectic_Bookworm

Перемена судьбы (Buffy/Angelus, T, Russian language) by B_E_S

Serenissima [A Post Reunion Trilogy Story] (Buffy/Angel, E) by MCorey1317

How I Want To Be Free (Angel, T) by Pinkperson

Shine (Giles/Jenny, G) by HAL1500

Four Little Words (Buffy/Angelus, T) by angelus2hot

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Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, R) by slaymesoftly

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion, Chapter 410 (Crossover with Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, T) by madimpossibledreamer

Head Over Feet, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, G) by L0zerEmz0

The Day After, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Maldorana

Meeting the Coven, Chapter 1 (Xander/Anya, T) by AJ Fields

Ignite, Chapter 1 (Movie AU, T) by ILovePaulReubens

Buffyverse Flashfic, Chapter 18 (Willow/Anya, T) by NotASlayer

New Normal, Chapter 30 (Buffy/Spike, AO) by holetoledo

Cherry on Top, Chapter 27 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxineeden

To All We Guard, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by simmony

Love Ridden, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

In Any Life, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Spikelover4ever

Rise, Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Destiny or Choices Made?, Chapter 44 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by charmed4lifekaren

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 80 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by the_big_bad

The Day After, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Maldorana

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, R) by fortes775

A Little Poet in Her Monster, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Desicat

Love Lives Here, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Chapter 26 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips, Chapter 26 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by violettathepiratequeen

Clean Slate, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, AO) by hulettwyo

The U in Robot, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Girlytek

Dusk Rising, Chapter 28 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by HappyWhenItRains

Anarchy Tour, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Alyot

What the Drabble?, Chapter 74 (Buffy/Spike, R) by VeroNyxK84

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, G) by hulettwyo

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[Season 4 review] by kat--writes

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