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🎉Birthday Event🎉

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Today is my birthday and for the next week ill be holding a birthday even.

Rules

The event is similar to a match up, so ill match you with a character from your desired fandom, but then ill write either a short story ir head canon’s about you and the matched characters date. 

For the match up i ask that when you request you send in these things...

Pronouns? Who you kin? Hobbies? Favorite anime? Top love language? things you want in a relationship? Cute things you want to do with a romantic partner? Gender Preferences and any other preferences ( like Pro-hero or Villain) and what Fandom you want match ups from.

These aren't required but if you want to include them that's cool. What kind of date ( first date, anniversary date, spontaneous date, or anything you can think of) Your name or nickname, it can make the fic more personal if i write a name instead of y/n.

You can request up to 3 match ups, but the more people you ask for the more likely you are to get headcanons instead of a short fic

Fandoms that this event will include

Mystic Messenger

AOT(only characters that are in season 1-3)

MHA

Haikyuu ( not well versed in minor characters, ive only watched up to season 2)

Ohshc 

For AOT ill most likely do a modern au for the short fic 

A Deal

257  words

Fandom: Redacted Asmr

Couple: None, mentions of Darlin/Quinn and Darlin/Sam

TW/CW: Panic attacks, descriptions of panic like attacks, extream loneliness, very brief moments of self harm( clawing at ones skin)

A/N: this is self-indulgent, it's based on how my separation anxiety feels.

Let me know if I missed a trigger.

Please comment and reblog, it lets me know people like my stuff and encourages me to write more!!!!!!

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Loneliness was always a part of their life 

It was like they sign a contract, loneliness for strength and reputation

They forgot to read the fine print

They didn't realize the loneliness would always be there

Even when they out with a group

Or when with Quinn

One minute they'd pray he'd leave 

The next, they are clawing at their chest to get the pain of being left alone out of their heart.

When Sam entered their life they thought it would be easier. 

But those nights when they wake, alone. Their heart squeezes like it's pushing all of the blood out, trying to cut itself off from what keeps it working

Just like Darlin’

They know he's at work, they know that

But their chest doesn't get the message as they heave. Words they'd never say to another escaping their lungs. 

Their so desperate to be held by someone

By him

There never thought of themselves as desperate

No one has

That's was the problem

No one thought about the effects they had on Darlin’

Because their strong

Built like a tank

A lone wolf

But they don't want that

They never did

No matter what teenage  Darlin’ did or said

It was an act

A rebellion

A test for the pack

Many failed

But more tired again

And again

And again

Eventually, they let the pack in

But the loneliness they feel in the dark of their room

In the dark of their heart. Is something no one can change

That no one can heal

centaur lbh x mermaid sqq fic idea

Having been recently exiled for being too 'violent and rough', Luo Binghe decides to go beyond the mountains he used to call home to explore the great beyond. No one liked him anyway, in fact they absolutely abhorred him, beating him up and calling him insults nearly every day, no, every other hour would be more accurate. A petty argument with a particularly meddlesome herd member was apparently the last straw for both parties. Well, good riddance! Luo Binghe's four hooves are enough to take him anywhere, is what he naively thought before he arrived at a large lake with seemingly no end in sight.

Great, just great. Of course, since when was luck on his side? Luo Binghe can't help but vent his frustration by trashing about and kicking up the earth, causing tremors and dust clouds. He was too occupied to notice the stagnant lake rippling, a mysterious figure steadily rising from its dark depths.

"...Hello?" the figure cautiously speaks. Luo Binghe almost misses the soft voice if it weren't for his sensitive hearing. He jerks up to survey his surroundings, his gaze caught by the head of a beauty peeking out of the water. How stunning. Lustrous, silky, ink-black hair stick to the face of the beauty as a result of the water's adhesive property, his sharp yet gentle eyes create an alluringly seductive sight, beckoning Luo Binghe to instinctively inch himself ever so closer to the lake's shore.

"Hello," Luo Binghe replies, "May I ask who you are?"

The beauty speaks. "You may call this one Shen Qingqiu. Mortals refer to me as the guardian of this lake. I sensed a disturbance on the land, hence prompting me to assess the issue. What troubles you, young centaur? What brings you to my lake?"

Luo Binghe bashfully apologizes, heat rising up on his face. "Apologies, lake guardian Shen, I was just in the middle of my travels when I came across your lake by total coincidence, please believe me on this. As for what troubled me, I just felt a bit of annoyance since I cannot swim to get to the other side."

Shen Qingqiu tries to cover his chuckle with his hand. His long, sharp nails capable of effortlessly cutting the thickest vines fascinate Luo Binghe. "Ah, of course, this one forgets centaurs aren't exactly the best swimmers, do forgive me, I haven't interacted with one of your kind in a very long while. I could help you cross the lake with my magic if you wish."

Surprised at the sudden kind gesture, Luo Binghe readily accepts the lake guardian's proposition. Shen Qingqiu slightly frowns, "Young one, you shouldn't accept help that quickly. For all you know, this one could be planning to lead you to your untimely death by pulling you down and drowning you."

This time, it's Luo Binghe's turn to laugh. "An evil person wouldn't say that, besides, I have not much left to lose, for I am a lone centaur with no place to call home." He then remembers he hasn't introduced himself yet, "Where are my manners? Guardian Shen may call me Luo Binghe."

Shen Qingqiu briefly remains silent as if in careful thought. After a few seconds, he says, "You must be weary from your travels. There is a cove down that way. It could serve as temporary shelter from the elements if you need a place to rest."

Luo Binghe can't help but be moved at how generous Shen Qingqiu has been for the past few minutes he's gotten to know the lake guardian. He tells Shen Qingqiu to lead the way, marveling at how his long, jade colored tail shimmers, its scales bewitchingly reflecting the moonlight. This is Luo Binghe's first, and immediately the most memorable, encounter with a mermaid. Shen Qingqiu glides through the water elegantly, it takes Luo Binghe's breath away. He feels he could spend all day watching Shen Qinqgiu swim gracefully.

Within a few minutes, the pair arrive at the cove. Luo Binghe settles down and swiftly makes a fire and a makeshift bed out of leaves.

Shen Qingqiu tells him, "If you ever need my assistance, you may touch the water and call my name and I shall be with you shortly." The mermaid softly smiles, Luo Binghe could feel his heart go straight to his throat. "May you have sweet dreams, Luo Binghe."

Too engaged in steadying his traitorous heart, he replies to Shen Qingqiu with a fervent nod. In an instant, Shen Qingqiu dives down, and Luo Binghe is alone once more. He longingly clenches his chest.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay here for a while.

Welcome to your new home :)

Dred is all I felt. As the carriage rolled up to this abandoned manor seemingly in the middle of some nowhere property. Is this guy really so rich?I checked my backpack to check if I had everything before exiting the carriage. So this is where my life ends. Like these cliche chick flicks. maybe  it’s not too late to go back hom- and the carriage is gone. “Great…” I mumbled. I sighed as I reluctantly turned around and walked forward to this manor of doom. Once I walked up the doorstep, the ominous door opened. To my surprise the interior and architecture is completely intact. Not a dust on the large stairs in the middle. Floors clean even spotless and dull-shiny. There’s even a golden chandelier above me. Unlike the freezing cold outside, it’s relatively warm here. “hello” I called out though the echoey room yet no answer. Weird, as soon as I took a step forward, a paper suddenly appeared from above me then slowly fell on the floor. It’s an envelope. I opened up the envelope to reveal a letter and a ring of keys…. What the- Not questioning the technicalities, I opened the letter which was addressed to me

Dear,(First name,Last name,)

I hope this letter reaches you because I,unfortunately, can not. technical difficulties, meeting with you personally to explain your fortunate,unfortunate situation. I am quite happy you’ll be staying with us albeit unwillingly. But, on the brightside, You will be well taken care of with enough allowance and freedom that a human you may need. Seeing i can’t be there to give you a tour, I’ve decided to create a activity for you that I believe you will find more entertaining then me just writing all the rules down in one note. Don’t be sad,have fun

-lord vanrouge

P.s- the next note is in your room. It’s the (favorite color) door upstairs down the hall :)

Welcome to your new home :)

Dred is all I felt. As the carriage rolled up to this abandoned manor seemingly in the middle of some nowhere property. Is this guy really so rich?I checked my backpack to check if I had everything before exiting the carriage. So this is where my life ends. Like these cliche chick flicks. maybe  it’s not too late to go back hom- and the carriage is gone. “Great…” I mumbled. I sighed as I reluctantly turned around and walked forward to this manor of doom. Once I walked up the doorstep, the ominous door opened. To my surprise the interior and architecture is completely intact. Not a dust on the large stairs in the middle. Floors clean even spotless and dull-shiny. There’s even a golden chandelier above me. Unlike the freezing cold outside, it’s relatively warm here. “hello” I called out though the echoey room yet no answer. Weird, as soon as I took a step forward, a paper suddenly appeared from above me then slowly fell on the floor. It’s an envelope. I opened up the envelope to reveal a letter and a ring of keys…. What the- Not questioning the technicalities, I opened the letter which was addressed to me

Dear,(First name,Last name,)

I hope this letter reaches you because I,unfortunately, can not. technical difficulties, meeting with you personally to explain your fortunate,unfortunate situation. I am quite happy you’ll be staying with us albeit unwillingly. But, on the brightside, You will be well taken care of with enough allowance and freedom that a human you may need. Seeing i can’t be there to give you a tour, I’ve decided to create a activity for you that I believe you will find more entertaining then me just writing all the rules down in one note. Don’t be sad,have fun

-lord vanrouge

P.s- the next note is in your room. It’s the (favorite color) door upstairs down the hall :)

Stop & Go

Yo, check please fandom, here’s a fic that was originally going to be Jack’s Freshmen year (aka Jack & Shitty’s origin story) but this first chapter is just Jack getting to Samwell and might end up being a stand alone. Still, figured I’d post it– Hope you enjoy!

Stop & Go (Or Jack’s Freshmen Year)

It is still shocking, how much the hockey world cares about him. He grew up knowing in an offhand way that his father is a Big Deal and then as he’d gotten older it had become more and more apparent how much people expected him to also be a Big Deal and by age twelve, he knew the hockey world cared about him. So, of course he knew. It’s a part of what had caused this whole mess in the first place.

The problem is that he sort of thought it would go away. After months of rehab and therapy and coaching a peewee team, he almost assumed he would have to start over. In April when he decides to take the SATs, he makes one call to Boston University and inquires about whether or not he would be allowed to play hockey there and suddenly–

Well, it turns out that the hockey world still very much cares about Jack Zimmermann, drug addictions and nervous breakdown or no. Coach Quinn initially starts to go on about “most of our team is recruits, but we do hold open tryouts at the beginning of the fall semester and– wait, what did you say your name was again?” Jack repeats it, expecting the admission to result in a resounding ‘no’ because who would want someone who clearly couldn’t handle the pressure in their program? Except that’s not what happens.

Quinn is suddenly beside himself, asking Jack when he would want to visit and if he’s taken his SATs or needs help with his SATs and “let me put together a packet for you, Jack. I think this would be a great fit. Really, I do.”

It seems silly after he hangs up, it seems like this is something Jack should have expected but he finds himself taking deep breaths and holding them and counting to five before exhaling and suddenly he wishes he didn’t love hockey so much.

Because what he realizes is that he is always going to be a Big Deal in hockey. And if he didn’t ache for the feel of ice under his skates and miss the buzz of adrenaline under his skin and if he didn’t dream about the feel of the puck against his stick and the slap sound it makes when he knows he’s hit it just so, he could just give it up. Slink quietly into obscurity and life a life that revolves around something else.

But he can’t do that and so he tries to make it small and manageable, like his therapist taught him, and vows to call at least one coach a day for two weeks, and promises himself he will go visit at least five schools. Because, he does need hockey again. Coaching is not enough. Not right now. Not yet.

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Why am I back when all I am now is memories ?

She was fussing around her tiny house trying to get ready for her date in time. She was going back and forth, searching for a comb, her favourite cherry lipstick, the heels she wanted to wear, all while trying to arrange her hair, thinking and wondering if she should take her leather jacket with her tonight or not.

After all, it was a hot day in June, but the weather could change really fast in England, hence the dilemma.

She was finishing her eye makeup when suddenly, all her teenage memories she thought were lost came back, flooding her mind with warmth, laughter, and pain, tears, grief, Lily, Marlene, with Peter and James...

"Harry !" She yelled, her mind back to almost 16 years ago, moments before Dumbledore Obliviated her when she tried to get his custody, knowing well that Lily's sister loathed wizards, and magic.

Then, the realization hit her, and she let herself fall on her knees, a hand still holding the bathroom's sink. She saw this happen to James, when he remembered Regulus and his relationship, after three years of denial when the youngest became a Death Eater. The Slytherin Obliviated James to protect him.

Mary was there the day he died, she saw the moment where the future dad recovered all his memories, and the destroyed look on his face when he understood what it meant.

She started to laugh on her bathroom's floor as the information sank in. That old man was finally dead. He finally kicked the bucket.

She could finally be with the rest of her friends that are -hopefully- alive.

Horrors, Waking and Otherwise

A short drabble based on an anon request for obsessive Peter Parker and this comic. Just a random little thing I did as a break from everything else. Possible continuations in future but no promises. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: abduction, imprisonment, possessiveness.

Summary: You are a kept woman, but not a happy one.

Your boots splashed through puddles as rain spat down from the dark sky. You clung to your purse as it bounced on your hip. The street lights reflected off the wet road as the shadows of the building swallowed you up. You glanced back. He was gone.

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>:3c for the drabble prompts! courting for fengqing <3

Thank you for the ask! Idk how to write anything short so here's this: 1.7k Words Canonverse Soft and sweet <3 And now on ao3!

The two martial gods of the south descended to the mortal realm late this morning and made their way to the bustling village of Qinyuan that lies squarely along the border of their territories. They descended—of course—to gauge the well-being of their followers by attending a festival celebrating the end of the harvest season.

It's imperative to keep a close watch on such matters, as two gods as experienced as Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen are sure to know. But it's especially important now considering that, in recent months, there has been a shift in the interactions between their followers—a truce of sorts.

As it always has, the relationship between their followers seems to very closely resemble the relationship between the gods themselves—and nowadays, their relationship is more amicable than ever.

Things have improved so much that, at Mu Qing's last count, there are now eight temples that have been erected and dedicated to both generals simultaneously.

And, perhaps, this truce amongst their followers may have coincided with the beginning of general Nan Yang and general Xuan Zhen's... courtship… but who's to say? Regardless, neither god will admit whether either of them had a hand in the whole dual temple business.

It's just a simple observation that every single one of the new statues depicting the gods within these temples are immaculately detailed—down to every last beauty mark on general Xuan Zhen's face and every smile line accentuating general Nan Yang's eyes. But that's neither here nor there.

At this point, the harvest festival must have ended a sichen ago, but the two gods still find themselves in the mortal realm as the purple dusk of evening creeps along the edge of the horizon. A cool breeze sweeps in from across the swaying waters of the nearby lake and brings a light, rosy color to Mu Qing's cheeks.

They are in their Fu Yao and Nan Feng forms tonight—their preferred disguises when visiting the mortal realm—and they walk very closely together, their arms nearly touching as they follow the dirt path that leads away from the village. Mu Qing fills the silence of the night with a quiet recounting of a recent upper court meeting Feng Xin was absent for and Feng Xin dutifully listens, munching on the last of his tanghulu.

They have made many trips such as this one—attending festivals like they've done today, or perusing night markets for unique wares, or simply patroning popular tea houses and restaurants—all on the pretense of 'official heavenly business'.

Ah, but they both know that the time they've been spending together is so much more than just that.

Outings, one could call them.

Romantic ones.

Mu Qing walks with his arms tucked politely within his sleeves and expertly hides the shiver that runs through him as Feng Xin leads them off the path and towards the rocky shore. They step carefully down the gentle incline leading to the beach and their boots begin to sink a little more heavily into the softness of the sand.

While in these forms, Feng Xin is a bit taller and broader than Mu Qing and Mu Qing feels these differences viscerally.

A warm, large palm hovers there at the small of his back as they continue to walk and Mu Qing is suddenly quite thankful for the chilly evening as it's an easy excuse to explain away his flushed cheeks.

Feng Xin slows their pace as they approach an especially rocky section of beach. That large palm finally presses lightly along Mu Qing's lower back and the other hand is offered out to Mu Qing in a clear attempt to steady him. The gesture stokes a fire in Mu Qing's middle—flames curling along his belly and through his chest—molten heat licking its way along his neck until it settles atop his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly and steadies himself, rolling his eyes even as he turns his burning face away from Feng Xin's view.

"I'm no fragile maiden," he says bitterly, swatting at Feng Xin's offered hand until the other man pulls it back with a sigh. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of walking along some rocks without your assistance."

"I know that, Mu Qing."

"And yet you offered your hand anyway," Mu Qing retorts, huffing as if he's annoyed.

In reality he's having, yet another, inner battle with himself about why he has to be so exceedingly obstinate. They have been courting each other for several months now and yet, Mu Qing is still unable to accept a kindness when it is offered to him. Heaven knows it's frustrating for Mu Qing, so he can only imagine how frustrating it must be for Feng Xin. Frustrating enough that Mu Qing is certain their courtship is on the precipice of ruin—if only he could just—

"You're not a burden."

Mu Qing whips his face back in Feng Xin's direction, his eyes narrowed and his brows pinched as he looks up at the other man. Feng Xin stares down at him with a warm smile, expression completely earnest in only the way Feng Xin seems capable of. It makes Mu Qing melt even further and he quickly looks away, speeding up his pace just slightly as they continue to approach the outcropping of rocks lining a good stretch of the shore.

"Of course not," he mutters, earning a soft laugh from Feng Xin who trails close behind him. Where does the man get off saying such a thing? The absolute nerve—

"And you're not delicate."

"Obviously."

"You could pummel my ass into the ground right this moment if you chose to." Feng Xin easily catches up with Mu Qing, their steps quickly falling into rhythm with one another. "And with your fast reflexes, I'd be unable to do much else than simply accept my fate. We both know that, Mu Qing."

Mu Qing is loath to agree with Feng Xin in his current state, but he can't deny the truth so he nods as they shuffle their way along the increasingly uneven beach.

"I admire your fierceness—your tenacity—it's one of the things that first drew me to you back in Xianle."

Mu Qing scoffs, side-stepping around a grouping of rocks that have formed a small crater where a large puddle of rain water has pooled. They have just reached the large, flat-topped boulder they've been trying to get to when Feng Xin's hand gently circles Mu Qing's wrist and prevents him from climbing up onto it.

Mu Qing turns with every intention of arguing, but looking up into those warm, honeyed eyes has him quieting in an instant. That smile—overflowing with loving warmth and devotion—should never be aimed at the likes of Mu Qing. His heart pounds in his chest, rattling incessantly in his ears, and despite his trepidation, he finds he can't possibly tear himself away from Feng Xin again.

The fingers encircling his wrist loosen just enough to ghost over his palm and then his hand is being engulfed in both of Feng Xin's own large ones. He is squeezed firmly as if to remind him he is present in this moment and, unthinkingly, he tries to squeeze back. When Feng Xin speaks again, his voice is lower—hushed like the wind as it coaxes the gentle waves of the lake against the shore.

"The soft and quiet personal attendant of the crown prince out in the training yard after dark, practicing his sword forms with a broom… what a sight he was." Feng Xin laughs fondly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Mu Qing's face goes red in an instant. Well, there goes his ability to save any face; how humiliating.

"All that fire hidden away behind this elegant" Feng Xin leans forward, letting go of Mu Qing's hand so he can brush the backs of his fingers along his cheek instead, "and—frankly—criminally beautiful face." Mu Qing swallows as Feng Xin delicately tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I was smitten from the very start—I was just fucking stupid about it for several centuries."

They've already talked about such things when Feng Xin originally asked to court Mu Qing all those months ago, so Mu Qing can't possibly understand why such an embarrassing topic needs to brought up yet again—

"So, yes," Feng Xin says decidedly, leading his hand to its rightful place at the small of Mu Qing's back—and Mu Qing lets him—"you are more than capable of walking along a rocky beach all on your own." Mu Qing takes a breath, feeling small and vulnerable in a way that makes him want to run, but he plants his feet firmly in the wet sand and keeps his face tilted up towards the beautiful southern sun.

"But you don't have to. I'm here now."

A sharp breath in through his nose—a shaky exhale puffed out between barely parted lips—Mu Qing is shivering and he can't stop. Feng Xin presses close, offering his other hand to Mu Qing as he grounds the man with a firm touch along his back.

"I offer to help because I care for you, I admire you, and I respect you, Mu Qing—and that's all." Feng Xin's smile widens as Mu Qing tentatively places his shaking hand onto Feng Xin's offered palm.

"No hidden agendas," Feng Xin whispers, giving Mu Qing's hand a reaffirming squeeze as he guides him up onto the rock. "No belief that you're less-than or undeserving. It's just out of love for you—plain and simple."

Mu Qing settles onto his bottom, scooting back a bit further onto the rock as he stares down at his one and only god—his friend—his Feng Xin. He wills his heart to calm, though he knows it's an impossible task, and stretches his hand out to Feng Xin before he can think better of it.

Feng Xin looks at the offered hand and then back up to Mu Qing's face, something tender and reverent shining in his eyes, and takes Mu Qing's hand without question.

"Plain and simple," Mu Qing repeats, pulling Feng Xin up onto the rock with him and finding he doesn't mind the way their hands stay linked even after Feng Xin has settled.

They spend the rest of the evening watching the sky change colors in the reflection of the lake—gentle kisses and soft breaths exchanged between them like a vow—and don't return to heaven until dawn.

👀👀 she's coming soo soon whaaaat.

don't let the 4 part series deceive you, we got bigger plans over here 😏

colours - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): angst, marking/biting, some dry humping, unprotected sex (safe sex is sexxxyy!!!), some loving, teasing, OC has a praise kink. (individual warning(s) will be provided for each chapter).

series word count: tbd

series release date: August 16, 2021; 5pm CST

series [1] [2] [3] [Epilogue] (could subject to change)

tag list: open

The Little Sardine

(Based on the Cloudy tv series. Flint`s first time fishing)

(Flint is around 12 years old here)

The smell of the salty sea air filled Flint`s lungs as he tried his best not to gag at the putrid smell of the bucket filled with sardine bait beside him. It had only been ten minutes since Flint and Tim went out to sea in Tim`s fishing boat and already Flint was bored senseless.

For all he agreed to spend some time with his father, he still preferred spending his time working on an invention with his monkey lab assistant. Tim, on the other hand, was enjoying every minute as he sang a sea shanty about a lady with a wooden eye searching for her long-lost lover.

Flint had managed to zone out as he thought hard about what his next invention would be and was silent for several minutes before his father stopped singing and turned to glance at his son.

“Son? You, okay?” Tim asked, placing his hand on his shoulder which made Flint jump slightly.

“Huh? Oh... yes!” Flint replied with his usual upbeat tone. “Enjoying every minute, dad!”

“Really?” Tim asked.

“Absolutely!” Flint lied as he looked at the floor.

“Son. I know how you really feel about fishing.” Tim replied. “You don't need to pretend to enjoy it.”

“Okay, fine... Sorry, I was just thinking about what to invent next.” Flint admitted.

“Why dont you try your hand at fishing, son?” Tim asked, handing Flint a spare fishing rod. Flint hesitated to take it at first.

“Uh, I dunno, dad.”

“Go on. You might catch something.”

Flint took it and tried to cast the rod as it landed on his father's face. Tim took the pointed hook off his forehead before coming behind his son to demonstrate how to cast properly. Flint was amazed at how strong his dad was when the reel flew back before Tim cast it forward sending it into the water.

“You see, son?” Tim asked. “Now all you need to do is wait and that`s the beauty of it.”

“Okay.” Flint replied hesitantly before something tugged at the hook in the water as he gasped.

“Son! You`ve caught yourself a fish!” Tim said proudly.

“Already?!”

“Yes! Now bring it in, Flint.” Tim said as Flint struggled to wind the rod in but still managed to pull it in as a little sardine emerged from the water on the hook.

“I`ve caught a fish!” Flint exclaimed, amazed at how quickly he could catch one. This was his first time fishing since he was five years old.

“Well done, son. I`m proud of you.” Tim ruffled Flint`s unruly black hair and patted him on the back. Flint smiled at his dad as Tim took the small Sardine from the hook and placed it in the bucket.

“Thanks, dad!” Flint smiled.

“You`re welcome, son.” Tim smiled back at his son. “My little sardine has caught his own fish at last!”

(The end)

Notes – Day 05 of the CWACOM Celebrations!! Today`s theme is Sardine, so I thought I would write a little fanfic about Flint`s first time catching a sardine! Hope you enjoyed reading!!

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

Drowning yourself in alcohol is not the healthiest way to deal with shit, it does not solve one’s problem at all but rather serves as a distraction with a price.

As a man who had seen the world change and grow right in front of his eyes, he knew emotions were a fleeting aspect of life and took quite pride at the fact of how well he managed his emotions.

But he felt a small void in his heart as he read your text 'Will stay at HOL 2night'.

It was humorous really, how the both of you managed to go three thousand years back in time, lived under the same roof and somehow- just somehow, the brothers still occupy the most of your time.

That just shows your bond with the brothers, doesn't it? And that's nice, he tries to convince himself.

Well since you're not coming tonight, might as well hit a bar right?

And now he's down under six shots, unable to walk straight, and probably red (though he can't tell). He feels a bit guilty, for coming to alcohol as a solution. But not because it crosses his morals- hah, as if he has those- it's because you scold him like a child whenever he drinks too much.

but it's alright, he'd take your scoldings as long as you're looking at him. How cute you look with that sternness in your eyes. He walked out of the bar, unsure why, but he did.

hm?

that's you.

cue a frown.

with satan.

"Hey MC!"

He exclaimed to his full ability while ignoring the demon you held hands with. It's fine he's not jealous.

Solomon isn't a jealous man.

~

“this working out thing, clearly isn’t working out”

• pairing: jungkook x gender neutral reader

• genre: idk lol

• warnings: none

• a/n: just a mini and when i mean mini i mean mini writing !

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"I give up," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "How? You just started!" Jungkook exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes, and you shrugged. "Working out isn't for me." 

"But you've been planning on working out for so long! Now that you finally do it, you decide to give up after only doing one set of 5 reps?" Jungkook asked, astonished, and you nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. This working out thing clearly isn't going to work out."

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New short story up!! Around 1800 Words. An altruistic millionaire and a geologist get into a disagreement on a construction site.

Have been obsessed with the song Bed of Roses lately and it gave me the idea for this short thing.

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses

"That sounds comfortable. Are you going to join me on this hypothetical bed, Steven?" Danny says leaning against the doorframe watching a singing Steve. Steve smiles at him and keeps singing.

For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails

"Of course you would, you self sacrificing goof"

Steve makes his way towards Danny holding his hand out at the next words and pulls him into a hug, Danny's head against his chest.

Oh I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is

And lay you down on a bed of roses

They keep swaying as the song finishes and the last notes ring out.

They stay close a few moments more until Danny takes Steve's hand and pulls him towards their bedroom.

"C'mon let's go to our normal, comfortable bed. No need for roses or nails tonight"

Steve chuckles quietly and just says "Ok. Love you Danno"

"Love you too, you putz"

George was too tired of working for Biff all the time, but he was too weak to stand up to him. Marty was tired of watching him suffer, wanting to let him relax. How far he could possibly go to the extent of pleasing his dad? He wanted to hear good words from him about himself. He smiled to himself, because he knew how to do it. Even if George wasn't sure.

Moonlight Tears (m)

Hybrid Tiger!Taehyung x Reader

Warnings - Smut, Tiny Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), No protection ( wrap it up people ), Y/N is a virgin, kind of pwp, this is total shit btw, Taehyung is so adorable in this it makes me uwu

Author’s Note - I decided to take a little break from Saved to make this short story hope you guys like it <3 literally took me a day to write this lmao (also this is my first smut ><)

Summary - Y/N always played by the rules, but what happens when one day she finds a mystery man inside her home?

NOT EDITED 

You internally sighed at the thought of moving out of my cozy one-bedroom apartment, but the bills were just too high. You stared at the beige colored walls as you ran your fingers through your hair, the soft sound of rainfall calming me to an extent, Sadly your thoughts were ruined by the sound of pounding on my door, you groaned as you sat up rubbing your eyes, you could hear soft thuds of your feet hitting the hardwood floor as you wandered over to the dark oakwood door before opening it only to be met with the face of your drenched best friend.

"Jungkook?" You asked as Jungkook lead himself into your small abode, "Sorry, Y/N I just needed some shelter from the rain," Jungkook spoke as he tugged his shoes off, the cold rainwater was dripping off of him. On a normal day, you would of happily let him in no questions asked, but today you were in a sour mood, your landlord just raised the apartment bill due to "maintenance problems" or something along the lines of that.

Deciding not to be rude for the sake of friendship you offered him some tea as you grabbed a towel, "It's raining pretty hard isn't it?" you said as you placed the cup of tea down and handed him the towel, "Yeah.." Jungkook spoke as he put the towel around his neck, normally things wouldn't have been as awkward as it was, but only a couple weeks ago you foolishly decided to declare your feeling for him only to be rejected, after that Jungkook started distancing himself from you, you couldn't blame him, it was your own fault for believing that you might actually have had a chance with someone like him.

Both of you sat there in excruciating silence until Jungkook spoke again in a hushed voice "I'm dating Mina now," He said as your eyes widened "W-What?" you asked, uncertain if you really wanted to hear the answer, Jungkook waited for a moment before repeating himself

"I'm dating Mina,"

Jungkook honestly wasn't sure how he expected you to react but he was surprised when you smiled and said "That's great! I'm happy for you two," Jungkook was relieved when he heard that but at the same time confused, before Jungkook could ponder on the thought any longer you spoke "It looks like the rain died down, You should hurry before it gets any worse," Jungkook nodded as he threw on his leather jacket that you oh so loved, before giving you a small "Thank you," And hurrying out, When you heard the door shut you completely broke down. You didn't know why, but you felt as if your heart was shattered into a million pieces and you wished for somebody to fix it, for somebody to hold you and say that everything would be alright.

The next day you woke up with a pounding headache and bloodshot eyes, you dreaded going to classes but you forced yourself to put on some decent looking clothes. When you stepped inside the lecture hall your eyes landed on Jungkook and Mina sitting in the front, holding hands and all. You tore your eyes away from the sight as you dragged your feet to the far back corner hoping that you could sleep without your professor knowing.

The classes were a drag as usual and right after your last class, you hurried on home to catch a nice nap before your usual shift at the cafe, snuggling yourself into the warm covers you fell into a deep sleep.

You were woken up by the sound of your alarm telling you that you needed to head off to work, shoving on your shoes you walked over to the small cafe that you worked at, tugging on your uniform you hoped that today would be an easy day, Sadly your prayers weren't answered as all the customers seemed extremely picky today, having sent back five drinks. You sighed as you stared at the clock hoping that it would just hit the number 12 so you could leave. Thankfully this time you lucked out as your coworker came in an hour early.

When you arrived back at your apartment you were met with the sight of a naked man standing in your hallway,

"Holy Shit!" You swore bringing your hands up to cover your view as the man stared at you curiously, head tilting as you grabbed your phone ready to dial the police, the man didn't seem to like that as he grabbed your phone before smashing it onto the ground, Your eyes went as wide as dinner plates as you stared at the man, he was tall, golden skin, if the circumstances were different you might have said that he was handsome, something caught your eye, two fluffy ears poking on the top of his head, they were a beautiful orange with charcoal black stripes, your mouth gaped as you saw the tail that calmly swished behind him,

"Y/N" He spoke his voice was deep and smooth, "H-How do you know my name?!" You asked panicked as the man rolled his eyes "It's on your name tag" He spoke, as you calmed a little bit, He started to take multiple steps toward you as you backed away before hitting the door with a soft thud, The man had you cornered as he took a deep breath inhaling your scent before sticking his head in the crook of your neck inhaling deeply, You gasped at the sudden contact but you were frozen in place, "Mate," He whined deeply before you pushed him away to which he grumbled, "W-Who are you?" you asked as you stared into his soft brown eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe, "My name is Taehyung" He spoke calmly, his eyes raking over you as if you were his prey, "Why a-are you here?" You asked, your eyes falling to his naked body before blushing red like a tomato and looking away, Taehyung smirked at your reaction before speaking "You called for me Y/N," He said, his statement confusing you, "What?" You asked him as he let out a huff at your confusion, "Last night, you called for me to come." He said, "B-But I never called you," You spoke, "I could smell you," He growled before continuing "I could smell your need for me, little mate," He snarled, you were confused at all the information that was hitting you, There was an extremely handsome guy who was standing naked in your hallway, He had a tail and an extra pair of ears, and to top it all off he claimed that you were his mate or something, You were not sure what to do, half of you wanted to call the police and the other half wanted something else, something you couldn't put your finger on.

Then you figured it out, you wanted him. Even if you had just met him you trusted him with your whole life, it felt like you had known him forever. As if he could sense your arousal brewing up he stepped towards you again before placing his lips onto yours, your eyes went wide at the sudden action, but nonetheless, you wanted more.

You whimpered into his mouth as he took the chance to sneak his wet tongue inside, you felt like you were on cloud nine as his tongue hungrily danced with yours, he grabbed you by the ass as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as his thick member poked into your clothed core making you mewl, swinging open the door to your room he gently laid you on your bed before he broke the kiss, you panted as he started to gently tug on your clothes "C-Can I?" He asked, his face completely flushed a light shade of pink as you nodded blushing, he smiled softly as he started to pull off your clothing until you were left in nothing but your undergarments, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze, you tried to curl yourself up until he stopped you "God, your so beautiful, my beautiful mate," He purred as he unclipped your bra, gently pulling it off as his face as in the crook of your neck, softly sucking love bites into your skin as you gasped in pleasure, your hands coming up and attaching themselves into his soft locks your fingertips brushing over his soft ears as he purred loudly, rutting his hips against your clothed core, his soft lips moved from your neck onto your soft breasts, attaching his mouth onto them sucking gently as you cried in pleasure, Taehyung started to move down until he was met with your clothed core, He inhaled deeply before rocking his hips against your mattress, "You smell so good," He moans out before hooking a finger and dragging your panties off, member twitching at the sight of your naked figure, "Ah look your honeypots all soaked, is this all for me?" He asks running a finger along your folds as you let out a soft whine blushing at his words, "Answer me mate," He says before lightly smacking your clit, "A-Ah Yes yes, it's for you" You breath out as he licks a stripe along your drenched folds, "T-Taehyung" You whine as he slowly starts to suck onto your clit, You gasp loudly as you feel him slowly push two fingers into your core before moving, He hummed sending vibrations onto your clit making you let out a high-pitched whimper, "W-Wait T-Taehyung I-I'm gonna-" He cut you off by replacing his fingers with his wet tongue making you moaned out as your release hit you like a truck, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you cried out Taehyung's name, not wanting to overstimulate you Taehyung pulled his tongue out of your dripping core before moving up and kissing you intensely, you squeaked as you felt him rub his hot member against your folds, "A-Ah wait, Taehyung" You said grabbing his arm as looked up at you, "I-It's my first time," You murmed shyly as he smiled and said "Don't worry kitten i'll be gentle" You smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss, this time it was more sweet and it was filled with love, you choked out a cry and you felt Taehyung push his long member inside you, the pain making tears fall form your eyes, Taehyung halted his movements when he was fully inside you giving you some time to adjust, as he placed light kisses onto your neck, after a while the pain started to fade as all you felt now was desire, "Move" You whispered to Taehyung as he started to rock his hips, "S-Shit you're so tight," Taehyung grunted as his member pumped inside you, soon his thrusts started to get faster as you let moans fall from your mouth, Taehyung's thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his high cum gathering up inside his balls as he whined loudly, "A-Ah Y/N I'm going to cum soon" He spoke as he hands traveled down to your clit rubbing tight circles making your back arch in pleasure, soon you felt your high approaching you very quickly, "T-Taehyung I-I'm going to-" You were cut off by your orgasm as you screamed out in pleasure hands tightly gripping your sheets as you started to see stars, Taehyung started thrusting even faster inside your very sensitive core making you wail in absolute pleasure, Taehyung gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your stomach letting out a deep whine, Taehyung fell to your side breathing heavy, You felt Taehyung's hand intertwine with yours as he whispered into your ear "I love you Y/N, my mate" You smiled at the statement sleep tugging at your eyes before you muttered out a "I love you too"

Do you also experience this soft and safe darkness of the night sometimes, especially with someone you love nearby? Crowley hangs the stars for Aziraphale in the theatre and they share a first kiss. The perfect start for the weekend. Short fic (~1100words). By @sapphosewrites

And within this fic a reference to a lovely poem. Aziraphale is quoting from Starlight by Harold Lewis Cook:

Starlight through the curve of space

Falls an age and does not tire;

Falls and knows not where it falls,

A curve of undiminished fire.