#*5sentence

[americorys]

Chenford + what if we don't work?

Lucy whispers it against his chest as he trails his fingers along the curve of her shoulder, her skin warm beneath his hand. Tim shuts his eyes and swallows, the candlelight creating a soft haze he can still feel even from behind closed lids. "What do you mean?"

She adjusts, moving in closer to him. She hitches her thigh over his leg and presses her lips to his chest. He rumbles, soft and slow, appreciatively, then dips his fingers into her hair further, still lazy and dazed with afterglow. "I mean, what if we don't work? Now that we know," she trails her big toe along his calf gently, and he can feel the smile on her lips pressing against his pec, "all of it. What do we do, then?"

Tim exhales in thought, swallowing at the tail end and shrugging his shoulder carefully. He wraps his arm tight around her and pulls her into his side. He doesn't want to think about the idea that this won't work, but she's right: they should probably have at least an idea for what happens if they don't. They should have contingency plans. He feels a buzzing beneath his skin at the idea that she may have learned to do that from him – that he's the thing her instincts are telling her to make contingency plans for. "I would just like to state for the record, if I have anything to say about it: we're going to work."

She hums quietly, smiling, burying her face into his chest for a long few moments. "I know," she rests her chin against his chest and he opens his eyes, looking down at her, taking it all in. She's smiling up at him with her hair mussed and her cheeks warm, candlelight pooling around her in a soft, ebbing glow. One of her hands is splayed over his side, the other arm extended up, her fingers tracing lightly over his neck. "I'm talking...out of our control, it's impossible for us to change things without completely altering the fabric of our lives, lives are on the line kind of thing."

He laughs, low and soft. "Lucy Chen and her hypotheticals," he murmurs, knowing full well this is more than just a hypothetical, but refusing to acknowledge it. They've been playing fast and loose with the rules and regulations of Mid-Wilshire, something that has his stomach twisting in knots day in and day out even though she's worth it in a way he didn't even understand the first time he said it. "Alright," he rumbles, tapping his finger against her forearm gently, once, twice, three times. "Let's say something happens and we can't. I...don't stop caring about you," he raises his brow. "Do you stop caring about me?"

Lucy presses her lips together. "Never," she shakes her head, her teeth digging into her lower lip.

He nods softly, glancing around the darkened room in thought. It occurs to him, absently, that he needs to talk her into getting a sturdier bed. "We wait," he murmurs, after a long few minutes. Lucy looks at him, confused. "We wait for it to work. We try to find a way to make it work, because I'm not," he bites down on the inside of his cheek, looking down at her, meeting her eye. He holds her gaze, raising his brow as he lets out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh. "I'm not giving you up, Lucy. We make it work, because there's...no other way."

He thinks she may deflate a little – because she loves her hypotheticals, because she wants him to think outside the box with her, because they should probably know the answer to this question that's a little less hypothetical than either of them want to believe – and he pulls her all the way on top of him to thwart some of the fall out.

Instead, her face is soft as she gently slides up his body, her chest pressed into his, her hands flat against his neck as she stares down at him. Her voice is so light when she speaks that he thinks he might be imagining it before he sees her lips moving. "There's no other way?"

Tim swallows, shaking his head just once. "There's no other way," he repeats. "It's just me and you, now."

Lucy lets out a strangled sound he wants to hear again and finds his lips with her own, kissing him slowly, making his mind go blank and his arms go numb. When she pulls back, breathing still heavy and heart still pounding, she presses her face into his neck, kissing his skin softly.

She doesn't say it, but he feels it clear as day: tap, tap, tap against his neck with her thumb. He trails his hand along the curve of her waist slowly, deliberately, hoping he isn't imagining it. He taps his index, middle, and ring finger against her skin in a slow, clear succession.

They're not ready to say it, but they both know what it means.

Lucy lifts her head from his neck, pressing her forehead to his. "It's just me and you, now," she breathes against his mouth, and he catches her lips in another kiss before she can come up with something else to say.

#*fic #*5sentence #chenford #chenford fanfiction #tuserbecca #usertimlucy #c: tim bradford #c: lucy chen #tv: the rookie #ship: tim x lucy #thank u anon for this i have been waiting and mulling over it and then the rookie handed me a perfect little thing to work with so! #i hope this works for you :) #have so much to do and yet i am doing this instead! #THIGH?? TAP?? #GOTTA BLAST

[tricksterrune]

Hartley + "feel"?

Hartley knows the feeling of rejection all too well, of not being welcome, of always being on the outside, never part of the group.

Be it family, friends, school - Hartley never felt like he belonged.

Piper on the other hand - Piper fits right in.

Piper has friends, lovers, a family (of sorts).

(Being) Piper feels alright

#hartley rathaway #pied piper #dcu #5sentences fic meme

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

How do you think Tringo and the Emissary would react to each other? (Assuming a dimensional anomaly temporarily pulled Tringo into the Emissary's universe.) They'd probably be quite horrified by the other's circumstances.

i feel like after a certain point of talking, tringo would volunteer to take ingo's place in fighting the defeated giants—or, at the very least, fight alongside him. i actually have a whole scene in mind for how this plays out but it basically sums up, like, emissary points out that tringo's really just looking to like, die heroically enough that he doesn't have to feel bad about ditching unova bc he paid it back already. but ultimately what he wants is an excuse to Not Exist. and tringo's only real rebuttal to that is, yeah, and? do you have a better option?

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #emissary au #tringo #there's actually a 5sentence prompt along these lines i just haven't... finished it

[hischierlovebot]

for the 5sentence fic ask: brockpeteyquinn (or just brockpetey if bpq isn't your jam!) for "family"

It absolutely is! Between you and me, I have a bpq fic in the works but shhhhhh

Now, for the actual drabble:

"I don't think your tie is there, Brock," Quinn calls to Brock's back, his kneeling form as he peers under the bed, like the monster underneath it might have stolen it from him.

His reply is absolutely unintelligible, directed at the underside of the bed rather than Quinn, but he can still make some rather colourful words, which make Quinn arch his eyebrows, surprised. Looking away from Brock, Quinn focuses on Elias, silently asking for help but, when Elias catches Quinn's eye, he curves him lips in an amused smile, and raises his hand, a familiar tie hanging between his index and thumb.

"Why would you even wear a tie? You already know my family," Quinn asks, just as Brock straightens and spots his tie, dangling from Elias fingers, who snorts.

"Yes, but never as the two men fucking their firstborn, or older brother," Elias replies, dropping the tie on Brock's lap, ignoring how very red both him, and Quinn, have turned, "let's go, we will be late."

#this is definitely five sentences. punctuation is a social construct anyway! #probably not the vibe you were going for but! it popped in my mind immediately and i hope you enjoyed it! #valstuff #my writing #asks

[commanderbuffy]

Im feeling all emotions right now :))

The roles reversed.. brb crying!

This chapter was everything I needed tonight.

(I really should have read 5sentences a day to space out the time for the next chapter)

Yayayay I’m glad!! I really wanted to make sure that even though it ends on a slight cliffhanger, it’s not a stressful one and that chapter 11 gave you some goodies

[trnrgroup4]

NUÑAL JESSA J.

Grade 11-fennel

ETECH

1.Write something about yourself and some interesting facts about you (5sentences max 7sentences)

Answer:My only dream in life is to finish school because life in the world is difficult.so that I can find a good job after I finish school so that Ican help my family and other people

2.How do you see your future self as a HUMSS Graduate?

As a HUMSS student I will experience many struggle and obstacles but I will still choose to continue and continue this strand will help me one day

3. What is the importance of learning technology in achieving your future self?

Answer:Technology has a big inpact on me,as a learner it helps me to do everything even without the guide or help of the adults,I can learn it on my own.It makes my work easier like school works and everything and also it helps me to learn,discover,explore everything that is new to me.

[fluffnfiction]

No guarantee I'll do them, but if you wanna send me some thrawn, maul, cad bane, tbb or boba headcanons I'll see about doing 5sentence ficlets.

No minors please

Nsfw accepted

#maul #grand admiral thrawn #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #star wars #boba fett x reader #darth maul #the bad batch #tech tbb #wrecker #tbb #hunter #crosshair #echo

[pangtasias-atelier]

Aw man! Your content is so good! How long does it usually take you to come up with your amazing headcanons and stories? You just got a new fan! 👍

Thank you so much!!!! These messages mean so much to me. I legit saw this at work, was working in th back today so no boss to see lol, and I really wanted to respond but decided to wait until I get back home. Thank you again!

Time wise, I never really keep track?! Especially since I'm usually doing these while I have a video or TV on the background which will steal my attention.

But drabbles will take about I want to say maybe 30min to max an hour? It really depends. I kind of don't touch a request until an idea hits me, and when the idea does, it makes it go by fast.

Headcanons and the 5sentence prompts take like 10 minutes. Those are a lot more freeform so I can just write what comes to mind right away.

And thanks again!!!

#random #asks #thankyou!!

[softer-fe-imagines]

(5sentence fic) Adoptive parental Summoner taking care of a sick Yumina and Yubello?

_5 sentence fics_***"The two of you are sick? Of course, I’ll take of care you, I couldn’t let my two darlings suffer on their own,” you say, smiling brightly at the pair of twins.“If you insist on being so... sickly sweet, we can go elsewhere,” Yuliya replies, her annoyed tone contrasting greatly with the embarrassed look on her face.“Yuliya...” Jubelo just looks at her, some sort of sibling interaction going on between their eyes, before he stares back at you. “Sorry, she’s still... not used to be looked after so much but... we’d appreciate it.”“Aww, you’re so sweet!” you exclaim, enthusiastically patting both of their heads, much to Yuliya’s distaste, “Now, let’s go battle this sickness so the two of you can be healthy again!”

#fire emblem #fe #yuliya #jubelo #fire emblem new mystery of the emblem #fire emblem mystery of the emblem #fire emblem imagines #reader insert #5 sentence fics #mini drabble #uhh they're cute #i'd like to adopt them? #thanks

[shadowdianne]

'It hurts, but it hurts so good.' Sq por favor y gracias

I’m goingto guess this was for the 5sentence prompt thingies since you sent it at thesame time I did a reblog of that post xD

(I washalfway through a smut scene but then I answered the other ask and… I decidedto troll a little)

Reginawatched as Emma blew into the pizza slice she had gotten, the cheese and saucehot enough to still be sizzling as the blonde took a second bite of it, thefirst one apparently not having been hot enough to melt the roof of her mouth. Which was something she trulyunderstood how as Emma had yelped and growled just before moaning and utteringwords that felt utterly ridiculous to her.

“You eatlike a child.”

Shesaid it with a scowl, but she was unable to truly keep it on her face as theyounger woman grinned at her, broad smile and twinkling eyes as she hummed andoffered the slice to her with just enough childish glee to make her hid asmile. The kind ofsmile that made her eyes crinkle if Emma’s description was right.

“You lovethat about me.”

Thebrunette rolled her eyes at the answer, at Emma’s voice but she merely shruggedas she leant into the blonde’s side, blanket draped on her knees and thedistant background noise of the tv drowning everything but the woman’sbreathing under her.

“Maybe.”

#swan queen #SwanQueen #prompt #emettkaysworld

[rayonfrozenwings]

So, I made 1K which is crazy to me and kinda awesome and also weird. Thanks for talking to me, laughing with me, discussing with me, asking me questions, asking about my day, sending me good vibes, etc etc. 

I would do a “follow forever” except that the last time I tried to do that, when I was a baby blog, I hit 50 blogs too quickly. and I love more blogs than I did back then... so I would leave too many of my favourite people out!

So after much confusion over what I want to do, and me procrastinating over Nanowrimo I decided to do a writing celebration. 

How does it work - send me some ideas and I write a short story/drabble/5sentence story/poem/something ! 

(what you will get in return totally depends on my mood or how much i’m feeling it - ^^ see above and me already procrastinating Nano)

You can send me as much or as little to work with as you want. 

You can send me more than one.

You can send me nothing.

Some ideas of what to include in your ask -  if you’re not sure what sort of detail I might need to jump from - lots of ideas or a few ideas - I have no guarantees that you will be happy with what u get, prepare for chaos.

 send 1 or more ideas to me... and ill try to mush em together

- send me a ship/brotp/warm fuzzy situation (e.g. abraxos and a flower market)  - or person  - an object u want in the story  - the tone you would prefer - canon?  - au? if au a theme or idea to include ie - uni / coffee shop - funny / sad / etc - specify a time period - aka pre koa / post koa. or pre acowar / post acowar etc.  - a phrase to use - tog or acotar (I just know them better than other stories)

I might say “hey sorry not for me” if the ask is too far out of my comfort zone. If you are not sure how I write because I have been avoiding it for a while then I have some things I have written at @rayonfrozenwings-fic and my AO3 - but just remember for my 666 celebration I did write dirty limericks, sooo not everything is there ;). hahaha. 

Thanks again for following me :) I see you liking the posts/reblogs and reblogging content and anytime I make a post that gets appreciation I get warm fuzzies. It is nice when people seem to like what you do. :)

so send me an ask

#1k celebration #renees 1kcelebration #renee avoids nano #i wonder if that anon will see this #or if they knew this was close and that was why they asked #were u paying attention nonnie? #renee writes #renee plans to write #I have no idea where a prompt might take me - i secretly fear that i end up starting another multi-chapter fic #i hope i dont do that #oh man now i want to do my example prompt #silly #silly renee

[americorys]

Chenford + ""Come back to bed."

Tim's voice is thick with sleep as it filters in from the bedroom. She hums in response, knowing he won't hear it, knowing that even if he did, he'll just repeat himself. "Hey," he says with a bit more clarity, as though he's sitting up. "Come back to bed, please."

Lucy smiles to herself, turning off the tap and taking a slow sip of her water before turning back towards the half-asleep man in her bed. She makes her way back slowly, flipping off the lights and leaning against the doorframe for a long few moments as she catches sight of Tim in the low light of her bedroom. He's sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, blinking slowly like he could fall back to sleep at any second. "You're awake," she speaks quietly, her voice just carrying through the silence. "I'm sorry."

"C'mere," he mumbles, shaking his head as he pulls the blankets back for her. She shuts her eyes for a moment, swallowing hard as she pushes off from the doorframe. After setting her water glass down on the bedside table, she crawls back into bed next to him and presses her face into his forearm, kissing his bare skin gently as his fingers weave loosely into her hair. "Where'd you go?"

Lucy laughs. "I was thirsty," she shrugs, knowing he'll be able to tell she's lying. "I didn't think I'd wake you."

"You have a heavy step," he rumbles, and even though she can feel him smirking into her hair, she swats at his shoulder with a huff. They're quiet for a long moment, long enough that she thinks he could've fallen back asleep, before he lets out a slow rolling breath. "You were tossing and turning. Bad one?"

She sighs louder than she means to. Her nightmares haven't been as frequent as of late, but when she does have them, they're all-consuming. Her skin pricks with goosebumps as he slides his hand over the curve of her waist, still clammy with sweat. "Bad one," she affirms, nodding once. She hadn't intended on mentioning it, but there's no point in lying if he's already called her out on it. "I wasn't a fan."

Tim hums, nodding slowly. He leans in and kisses her forehead, letting himself linger for a long moment. "I'm right here," he murmurs, and she nods because she knows that. The nightmares aren't rational – they're annoying, they're moronic, they're unrealistic, and they've been keeping her awake more nights than not over the last few months.

She'd assumed there were only so many scenarios where she could stumble upon Tim's dead body, but apparently there are thousands of varieties. She's gotten the standard dose of: discovering your boyfriend's dead body in a dumpster, identifying your boyfriend's dead body in a morgue, opening the trunk of your car to find your boyfriend's dead body staring back up at you, all of which are slightly less terrifying than the more niche flavors.

Tonight had been a combo: a fake out version of your boyfriend's doppelgänger's dead body in the back seat of your car when you got out of work mixed with the sudden revelation of your actual boyfriend's dead body in his office, waiting for you to come find him.

He pulls her from her thoughts, tugging her hand to his chest and pressing it down over his left pec. His heart beats slowly beneath her palm and he tugs his other hand free from her hair, sliding it over the top of hers and tapping his fingers against her knuckles. "See? I'm right here."

He's made a habit of this on the nights he wakes up, which is almost every night, much to both her anguish and relief. He presses her hand over his heart, doing his best to remind her that this, here, now is real.

She hums softly, tipping her head to the side to kiss him where she can reach. Her lips brush his shoulder and she finds his eyes, holding his gaze for a long moment. He taps his fingers over hers slowly, deliberately. One, two, three.

They haven't said it yet, but she isn't sure they have to.

Lucy kisses his skin lightly three times, then rolls into his side and untangles their arms just to tangle them back up. His hand slides up her body to cup her left breast through her t-shirt the way it does every night, and her right foot presses lightly, tenderly against his calf, her toes brushing his skin as she hums. "You're right here," she breathes, and he yawns against the back of her neck, nodding.

"Sleep, sweets," he murmurs, and if she'd had any doubts she could fall back asleep before, they melt away at the sound of his deep, husky voice against her ear. "No dreams, alright?"

She's not sure if she nods or simply thinks about nodding, but if she has anything to do with it, she'll be listening to his instructions.

#*fic #*5sentence #chenford #chenford fanfiction #she mentioned she has nightmares and my brain did this so #oops! #c: tim bradford #c: lucy chen #tv: the rookie #ship: tim x lucy #tuserbecca #usertimlucy

[tricksterrune]

JJ & or /Selina + "devil"?

She'll never get the whole story out of him, that is as certain as the Amen in a church.

Although he won't outright lie to her, they both know that she'll see it and to spare her (his?) feelings, he'll deflect, redirect and generally stay as vague as possible, positively tightlipped for someone who is almost perpetually grinning.

But it haunts him, eats at him, follows him.

Sometimes she is almost certain she can see a second shadow stalking him, preying on him, eating (at) him.

When she's being honest with herself, she is glad (and ashamed of it) that he won't share what he saw, what happened to him, what was done to him - it would haunt her too, giving her a shadow to match.

#james jesse #selina kyle #the trickster #catwoman #neron #belphegor1982 #that was really dark #don't know what came over me #5sentences fic meme

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

12. “Grabbing their shoulder to stop them from doing something they would regret.” - for Ingo and Emmet?

(101 ways to say i love you with actions)

The Noble Kleavor is impressively fast, leaving lightning hanging in the air when he springs from tree to tree. He uses his axes wildly, without regard for the foliage, taking a haphazard chunk out of one branch on his way past. He is visibly burning with energy, desperate for a fight.

Emmet stands up, and without looking, Ingo reaches over and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Safety checks, Emmet," he warns, very consciously trying to stay quiet. "We are here to observe, not fight. Do not blaze full steam ahead into a battle you cannot win."

"But-!" He just gestures at the Noble, accurately summarizing all of the but it would be such a good opponent arguments he has.

Ingo's response is just another, "please, consider your destination before you depart."

He's right, so reluctantly, Emmet returns to his position next to him.

---

"–But to a child?" Ingo's voice inches louder. His shoulders are tensed up, hands curled into fists, as he stalks forwards towards the source of his just rage. "In what universe would this mistreatment be in any way–"

Emmet catches his shoulder, barely, as he goes past, and he allows himself to be momentarily pulled off his one-track course.

"How can you simply stand there? Knowing what they would–"

But he shakes his head. "Safety checks." And then, more insistently, head inclined slightly forwards, "We have more than one route. Fight smart."

Ingo considers this for a moment, carefully analyzing it, intuiting what he's suggesting. He looks back—

and then throws one hand to the side, like he's physically dismissing a thought, and turns and stalks away.

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #swift writes #LOTS OF LITTLE BITS OF CHARACTERIZATION IN THIS ONE that maybe are not super obvious to anyone #this is more like the 5sentence prompts in that it's more an exploration of a Vibe/vague concept #like 'what if they were together in hisui fsr' i guess #i originally had a diff idea for this but then i decided i didnt really feel like writing it all out #and it wasnt really in the spirit of the prompt anyway. so i did this instead.

[hischierlovebot]

Hi Val—you know I have perpetual Ryatt brain rot, so if I could request 5sentences with those two, or those two and anyone else, I would be eternally grateful <3 !!

Hi Cat! I won't hide, your brain for fueled mine so nothing would make me happier than to contribute to it <3 hope you like this!

Roope always knew, that his words didn't match those of anyone he'd met before, that the one to speak them hadn't yet stepped into his life, but one thing was knowing, and another, very different one, was knowing.

It's not the rookie's fault, not by any means. He's talking to Jamie, and doesn't notice Roope until it's too late, until he's in his path and the collide against each other, coffee spilling from Roope's cup into his front.

The string of cursing in Finnish he lets out, is long, and has the boy, doe-eyed and bashful, turning red; none of the words he knows, though, either in Finnish or English, any language he's ever been exposed to, quite captures the feeling in Roope's veins when the boy says, "oh, it's you!"

The world freezes, for a moment, as Roope stares at him, and shatters, when Roope drags his eyes to Miro, and sees him looking away, turning his back to Roope before he can say anything.

It's not the rookie's fault, not by any means, but Roope has never felt as sick of meeting someone before, never wished as hard that he could go back in time.

#welp. this ended up being way angstier than intended but! i hope you see my vision here and that you liked it! #seriously though i enjoy your ryatt's so so SO much and that you enjoy mine too really makes my day :') #asks #my writing #valstuff #hrpf

[ao3feed-destiel]

Injury

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2FjzJaG

by Redamber79

5sentence fic prompt: injury

Words: 160, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of 5 sentence fics

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Fluff, Misunderstandings

Link: https://ift.tt/2FjzJaG

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel