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Prompt: Love at first sight, like "the world stop when I first saw you" kind of.
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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."
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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.
#my writing#inspired by the Flashfic friday prompt#all the king's horses#hurt and healing#writerscreed#christian writing
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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!
#mtg fandom friday prompt#fandom friday#mtg community#hmm maybe i should have saved this for next weekend when it's the first weekend of winter....... NAH!#i wanna get back into doing these ^_^
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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
#red queen#maven calore#maven#red queen series#cal#cal calore#diana farley#farley#captain farley#glass sword#king's cage#kings cage#war storm#coffee shop#coffee shop au#evangeline#evangeline samos#iris cygnet#rq flash fic fridays#rq flash fic friday#flash fic
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OT3 FIC REC FRIDAY!
mine had my face | Max/Daniel/Martijn (kind of), 5k, E
squirty seb flashfic by @grideon | Seb/Lewis/Mick, E
hall pass. by @like-pilot-lights | Nico/Lewis/Vivian, 7k, E
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#do share ot3 fic recs for the coming weeks if you have any!#i'm looking to diversify my weekly recs in terms of pairings and content... i'm aware that much of what i have recced so far have been pwps#fic rec#ot3+ fest
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A Byler flashfic because why not 🥰 light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, coming out. Maybe a bit ooc but I don't give a damn. Enjoy 💖
NOT MY TYPE
“I thought you liked her”.
Mike doesn't know why he said that – the words just rolled off his tongue without so much as a warning, and he let them. It feels good, though, and it's worth it just to hear Will's soft laugh so close to his ear.
“You thought I liked Angela?”
Mike snorts. “Yeah, well. I didn't know she was an asshole at the time, cut me some slack”.
“Sorry, it's just-- so absurd”.
He elbows Will's side. “It's all your fault!”
“I didn't even speak a word to her, Mike”.
“It was-- it was before that. I mean, you didn't give me the painting at the airport, so I thought, y'know-- it had to be for someone else. And since we were meeting El's friends at the rink-- well, it sounds dumb now that I know, but. Yeah”. He shrugs. “I didn't have all the facts. I had no idea she was Satan incarnate”.
“You're doing Satan a disservice”.
“No doubt about that”.
They remain silent for a little while. It's nice, sitting so close to each other, this time with clean clothes and no smoke twirling above their heads. Just them and the stillness of a Friday evening – as still as the end of the world can be.
When Will speaks again, his soft voice sends shivers down Mike's arms. “I wouldn't like her anyway. Even if she was nice”.
“What, you don't like blondes?”
“I mean...”
Will turns to the side, and Mike does the same. He's not sure it was a smart decision, because now their gazes are interlocked, so close that they can see their own reflection in each other's eyes, and his gut is twisting with something warm he cannot name.
“I've always been partial to darker hair”, Will says.
Mike's throat is suddenly dry. “How dark?”
He doesn't know why he asked. It's a stupid question, it barely makes any sense at all, and-- and what answer does he expect to get?
Like yours, a little voice in his head supplies.
That makes his stomach churn even more, and suddenly it's like he can feel all his thoughts and emotions on his face, written with fire on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He turns away.
“It's not about her hair, though”, Will says.
“Hm?”
“Angela, she's-- she's just not my type”.
“Yeah?” Mike bites the inside of his cheek. He wishes he was wise enough to let the conversation die, but he's always been a little bit of a masochist. “What's your type, then?”
For a few seconds, Will doesn't answer.
Then: “Taller. Broader”, he says. He sounds a little weak, a little strained – like he's forcing himself to go on even though every molecule in his body is against it. “With bigger hands and-- a deeper voice”.
Mike frowns. That's not the description he expected. Those aren't traits that people usually ascribe to girls. It almost sounds like Will's talking about...
“Boys”.
Oh.
Mike's breath catches.
“Oh”.
When he turns towards him, Will is staring at his own hands. He looks scared, and Mike doesn't even think before reaching out to take his hand and hold it.
“Hey”, he says softly. “It's okay”.
Will shakes his head. “They were right”.
“Who?”
“My father, Troy. The others at school”.
“Those jerks weren't right about anything”.
“But they were!” Will raises his head, and Mike's stomach knots up when he realizes he's crying. “Don't you get it, Mike? They took one look at me and knew, even before I did. They were...”
His voice breaks, and something deep inside of Mike shatters just the same. He grabs Will by the shoulders and pulls him into a hug. “Wrong”, he says, arms tightening till their chests are pressed against each other. “They've never known shit about you, Will. Not Troy, not your father, not the other assholes at school”.
Will grips Mike's shirt. “They weren't wrong”.
“So what?” Mike threads his fingers in Will's hair. The awareness of just how close they are would drive him insane if he couldn't feel the dampness of Will's tears against his neck. “All the things they said to you-- it was bullshit, Will. All of it. And it's got nothing to do with whether they were wrong”.
Will shakes his head, tries to push Mike away. It's weak and half-hearted, and Mike doesn't let him.
“Listen to me”, he says, feeling his heart in his throat. “Remember what they used to call Dustin and Lucas? Or even me?”
“That's different”.
“Why? I am a nerd. Lucas is black. So what?”
Will doesn't answer that, and this time it's Mike who pulls away so that he can look at his face, all red from crying. Will is a pretty crier, and Mike would kick himself in the face for thinking that in a moment like this, but right now his priorities lie elsewhere.
Seeing Will like this hurts too much.
“So what?”, he asks again, trying to convey his sincerity through his eyes. “And they didn't know, Will. They just assumed something about you and decided that it was a bad thing, but you know what? There's never been anything wrong with you, so screw them”.
New tears stream down Will's face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Screw every. Single. One of them”.
That makes Will chuckle, and Mike preens at the sound. “You made your point”.
Mike scrunches up his nose. “I don't know, you don't look too convinced”.
“I'm not sure I even look alive right now”.
Mike snorts. “You look fine”, he says, and before he knows it his hands are on Will's cheeks, thumbs swiping under his eyes to dry them from tears. “Just a little red all over”.
Will's eyes widen slightly. “Because I cried”.
“Yeah, I know how crying works”.
“Just making sure”.
Mike doesn't lower his hands after that. He keeps brushing his thumbs against Will's face, touch as soft as a feather, and Will lets him. His eyes are still wide, alight with a flame that Mike has never seen before. It turns his insides into liquid heat.
“Thanks for telling me”, he whispers. His own voice is startling in the silence between them.
“Thank you for not freaking out”.
“Hey, you're my best friend, Will. I love you”.
And it's so easy – letting the words out. He doesn't need to think about them, doesn't have to wonder what they mean, because it's second nature: he knows he loves Will like he knows he needs oxygen to live, one of the undeniable facts of life. Connotations don't matter here.
Except that they kinda do, now, because as easy as it was to say it, Mike's hands are still cupping Will's face, and his eyes keep flickering to his lips, and nothing about this feels like it's supposed to do. The warmth in Mike's body is familiar yet strange – and for a second he wonders if Will's confession did change everything, after all.
Am I such a bad friend?
“What's wrong?”, Will asks.
Mike raises his gaze. “Huh?”
“You're crying too”.
Mike blinks, and a wet veil drops in front of his eyes. “Oh, shit. I don't-- I don't know why”, he says, suddenly feeling small and weird and like he shouldn't be here. “Shit, sorry”.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because it's dumb to cry without a reason”.
“It's not dumb”.
Will raises his hand, and for a second Mike thinks – hopes – that he's gonna reach out and wipe away his tears like he did for him, but Will seems to change his mind halfway through. His lets his arm fall in his lap again. His fingers curl.
Mike wants to tell him that it's okay, that he can and should touch him back if he wants, but doesn't know how to do that without turning into glass – cold and fragile and see-through.
Vulnerable.
He takes his hands away and rubs his eyes.
“Are we okay?”, Will asks once he's done, and whatever doubts Mike was feeling disappear without a trace at the earnestness in his gaze.
“Of course”. Mike smiles. “We're a team, right?”
Will smiles back. “Best friends”.
“Cool”.
“Cool”.
Mike's confusing feelings can wait a little longer.
This is all that matters now.
#byler#my writing#byler fic#byler fanfic#i have no idea what this is but enjoy ig <3#comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤#also this was super fun to write because#mike is an oblivious king#he be like#''will is so pretty i wanna touch his face''#''hmm... i wonder what this means...''#''anyway we're a team. a team of besties <3''#also will. what are you doing boi GET UP#he must be so confused but he rolls with it#''yeah sure he's touching my face so what''#''he's also staring at my lips hmmm...''#just ✨ bestie ✨ things ~
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, March 7-Friday, March 8 [Part 1]
Mr. Platt: Look, lots of people lose themselves in love. It's, it's no shame. They write songs about it. The hitch is, you can't stay lost. Sooner or later, you... you have to get back to yourself. Buffy: And if you can't? Mr. Platt: If you can't... Well, love becomes your master, and you're just its dog.
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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.
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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.
#miami vice#miami vice fanfic#sonny crockett#my writing#og#callie was in on the whole thing btw#it was her idea#whoever survived would just be the next 'husband'#girl just loved the game
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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.
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lny blaseball flashfic #1: oxen seo & tteokguk
Oxen Seo makes some soup and wishes for a happier Seollal.
Is calling this the first of a series jinxing me... Mayhaps. Rly kicking off this game with a happy fic!!! Super lighthearted!!! (lying)
This flash fic is for the Lunar New Year celebration of maincord-everyones split up into teams as we play a boardgame trying to get different pieces to loop the board as many times as possible. Posting any kind of LNY adjacent fanwork will add more dice to roll!
Oxen Seo (ve/vim) is a lineup player for the Hawai'i Fridays. My version of vim has Oxen as a firefighter in Chicago before, tldr, ve ended up moving to Hawai'i with Lady Friday's help after being cursed with a magical fire, one that's only controlled thanks to Lady Friday's influence. Ve is from Busan, South Korea and moved to the Unites States as a young adult.
Learning to work with a team is a different story. As a Firefighter, capital F, there were always seniors who had seen things, who had memories like scars. But there's a fire to these old Blaseball players like a candle let on for too long, burning down to the wick and left unattended. It's easy to understand why. It's even easier when ve hears Anastasia has burned and Oxen thinks. Ah.
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Oxen takes to batting practice easily. There's a familiarity to this- the burn in vis core is more familiar than the fire always burning them. It's a nice kind of exhaustion.
Tteokguk isn't so hard. Ve has beef broth filled tupperware clogging up vis freezer and that's the hardest part of any soup.
Ve sends a picture of a fresh bowl to vir parents over KakaoTalk, but the rest ve pours into two large thermoses to bring to practice tomorrow. Only Eun and vim celebrated Seollal, but Oxen figures they all needed some luck this season.
#Blaseball#My writing#Oxen seo#Hawaii fridays#Marge simpson meme kids could you lighten up a bit#Lny 2023
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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."
#macgyver 2016#flashfic friday#is this a thing?#i'm making it a thing#hurt mac#worried jack#i was sharing my wordle score with my dad and bro and niece and this ficlet popped into my head
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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.
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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.
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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
[Chaptered Fiction]
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
Coming Through, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, AO) by hulettwyo
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Craft:Buffy bracelets by yyouriley
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Gifset:Anthony Head in Buffy The Vampire Slayer S1.4 Teacher’s Pet by 51kas81
Gifset:2x08 | "The Dark Age" by clarkgriffon
Gifset:season seven > buffy & faith by starryeyesxx
Gifset:season seven > anya & dawn by starryeyesxx
Gifset:season seven > xander & spike by starryeyesxx
Gifset:season seven > willow & dawn by starryeyesxx
Gifset: Fave Episodes: s3 ep6 "Band Candy" by green-ajah
Video:[buffy/spike edit] by id.llow
Video: Giles & Wesley | Who You Are | Buffyverse by Jess Wilson
Video: Buffy & Angel / The point of it all by darkswordfish7xx
[Reviews & Recaps]
[A New Man recap] by on-this-day-btvs
[Season 4 review] by kat--writes
[The Zeppo recap] by on-this-day-btvs
[Joyce Summers "written by men"] by coraniaid
[Buffy and friends/family] by coraniaid
[Buffy's extended family] by coraniaid
Tara-fying developments! | Buffy the Vampire Slayer 5x19 "Tough Love" | Reaction! by The Normies
After Life: Buffy The Vampire Slayer 6X03 Reaction by Dakara
A WEE LITTLE PUPPET MAN- Angel Reaction - 5x14 - Smile Time by TheLexiCrowd
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - S6 EP 14 OLDER & FAR AWAY by Reel Reviews With Jen!
Buffy Review - 5x12 Checkpoint by Reverse Angle
The Re-Watcher's Council #9: "The Puppet Show" Buffy S01E09 Spoiler Review by LGRN - Entertainment
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Oooohhhh, caused all the hair to stand up in the back of my neck. So well done.
Office Days
[361 words; inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF122 Not Alone prompt]
I sat in the same goddamn office, sipping the same goddamn coffee, staring at the same goddamn security camera monitors I stared at every day. Everything looked the same as they had always looked: cubicles all empty, conference rooms deserted, supply rooms left carefully stocked and perfectly intact as always.
Ah, shit. The coffee burned my tongue and I spilled some hot and steaming into my lap. Looking down I tried to wipe it off my pants with my hands. Goddamn it. It’s only the beginning of the day, bright and early on a godforsaken Monday morning, and of course this is how it had to begin. I groaned loudly, as my eyes flick back up to the security monitors. My breath caught and stuck in the back of my throat.
Was that... Was that movement I had seen out of the corner of my eye? In Room 11, at the bottom corner, just there. I clicked it, but the dark conference room showed empty. There was nothing there. Sighing, I clicked again to access the main dashboard and tried to shake off my nerves. I put my coffee down on my desk and stared harder at the monitors. I could’ve sworn I saw something move in 11.
There! Room 8, I definitely saw it that time! This building was deserted for a reason. There’s supposed to be nobody here. Nobody but me. Squinting angrily at my charge, I zoomed in on 8. Nothing there. I cursed under my breath. Goddamn hangover.
I had no patience and no time to deal with ghosts today, no sir. The girl they murdered in the basement was none of my business. The boy they kidnapped and locked away until he starved to death in the closets--that was none of my business either. I’m only here to make sure these rooms stay empty. As they should.
So why did I feel the creeping feeling like I was being watched? Why did I feel the creeping sensation of fingernails just on the back of my neck, and the shadow of two dark eyes staring at me if I only turn my head just slightly to the--
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