Mildhurt Stories

Halfway through Grace and Rocky's journey to Erid, they get a radio transmission calling for help. Something Grace didn't even know was possible. Despite his internal monologue, Grace makes the decision to help.

"Are you two a couple?" The shopkeeper smiles warmly, completely unaware of the absolute shock and disgust distorting Lumine and the Wanderer's faces. What. How would anyone assume they're a couple? Do they even look remotely like one? They're enemies. He hates her. She hates him. Yes. Hate. (i think the title speaks for itself)

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. A title he never thought he would possess. But Snoke had to die. The constant whispers, the constant "punishments" day in, day out. But now... now it was calm and quiet. The only whispers he could now hear were of the Force. And the only punishment he received was of the bond.

What would happen if our worlds collided?

Prompt fill: Blackbonnet sickfic G rated fluff 436 words

"Told you." "Told me what..Deku.." "I'll be back before you know." he smiled. Izuku's eyes swelled with tears, his smile wavering with each new tear falling. "Told you I'd be back in a minute..." Katsuki yanked him inside, suit case knocking around and falling on its side onto the marbled floor.

"How'd you know when my birthday was?" Dazai asked, voicing his thoughts. "You let it slip once when you were drunk. Unfortunately, we're 5 days late to your birthday," Ango explained as he entered the bar and sat on the stool to the left of Dazai, "Oda, I still don't approve of your gift." "Gift?" Dazai parroted dumbly, looking at Ango. "He needs someone other than us to talk to him," Oda countered. "One," Ango began, putting up a finger, "Cats don't talk." "Cats?" Dazai was getting more and more bewildered by the second.

In which George has been yearning for his entire life to be normal and Clay, even through his relentless teasing, was the only person that could make him feel like he was. - Royalty AU [Prince!George and Knight!Dream] WARNINGS: Eventual smut and cussing/ language.

You have had a busy few weeks and today was just the cherry on top of this week. You get home to your long-term boyfriend, Bucky, hoping that things would be better but things aren't exactly what you expect.

Notes about Afterlife headcanons I have for this fic: -Characters can still feel emotions other than happiness (examples: sad, fear, etc), but never experience EXTREME negative emotion (example: depression) -Characters can still feel physical feelings (example: hunger, thirst, tiredness, etc) -There are two areas of the afterlife world, an area specifically for a person where they can just have their own space and have only the people they want in to join them if they want, and the shared area where everyone is. -The shared area is a neverending town -There's no currency or economy since there are neverending resources -No there's not gonna be some catch to this, it really is just how I imagine the afterlife in this fic.

Time was running low so she could not afford to waste even a second. This was her only chance to save Senti. It was now or never.

Aiden x reader oneshot, made on a whim after a friend made a oneshot and i was bored so here lol

Chalk is ground beneath your fingers, flowing like dust in the wind. He stares at you with such a heated gaze it makes you sweat even in the coldest parts of the mountain. Fingers curl around the middle of your gun, over your own, and you relent. Melting into him like snow in the blazing light of day. His voice is an echo, filling your mind with brilliant color as he says, "stay" You do.

Oliver is the adopted child of his family. He loves his father and brother very much, but they've grown distant in the past years. A child's reflexion on love and lies. [This is a 3-am writing prompt, in which I wrote down a random story at 3-am. This has not been edited save for typos and is not associated to any pre-existing stores or universes.]

The rope toy was long forgotten. How could a silly toy-sorry toy-ever compare to this-to her-small human?

Harry and Severus have been in a relationship for almost three years and are now engaged to be married. The only problem is that none of their friends or family know about their relationship.

"It isn't insincere to hear you're going to kiss somebody and say 'I don't want kisses anymore', only to turn around and say 'I hope you'll kiss me'. It's just confusing. And selfish. Then again, when haven't we been selfish?" Alternatively, their relationship used to be clearer and more organised than this, and although they each have their own mild complaints nagging at their brains sometimes, it does not matter. Neither of them is going to 'clean' something that neither of them wants cleaned up.

"By the way, Forger." Somehow, Anya thinks Damian's face has gotten even redder. Whether it's the alcohol or the second step she takes closer to him, she can't be sure. "Yeah?" Damian swallows hard, avoiding her eyes. "I, uh... I wanted to say that you-you-ah, shit." He runs a hand through his hair. "You look-" "Damian? Is that you?" (Or: Anya. Damian. A party. Will anyone be able to say what they're thinking?)

The first day at a new school was supposed to be nerve-wracking, but I had my priorities straight: stay low-key, avoid unnecessary drama, and, most importantly, keep my new white blouse stain-free for at least a day. Apparently, the universe had other plans. Because instead of smoothly blending in, I found myself standing in the middle of the bustling cafeteria, drenched in lukewarm coffee, with a six-foot-tall rooster-haired volleyball jock staring down at me like I was some kind of rare species. That's how I met Tetsurou Kuroo.

Mike is a struggling single dad trying to keep him and his daughter afloat What happens when Chance finds out he has a daughter? What happens when he has one too? Will they mend a friendship? A relationship? Read and figure it out!!