#5 sentence drabble

[broadwaybaggins]

Robby/Langdon, #70

#70, 67%

"I want to know who's responsible for this." Robby's tone was grave and not to be questioned and shaking with barely concealed rage. His face was red, bright red, and it was hard for Frank to stay focused on Robby's eyes, flashing with anger, when he was a bit worried about his attending suddenly popping a blood vessel. Or an aneurysm. Honestly, neither one would surprise him at this point. "It was me," Frank said at the same time that Santos chimed in, "I was, it was my idea." They looked at each other in surprise and Robby sucked in a breath from behind his clenched teeth. "Sounds like you need to get your story straight." "The patient was coding--" "Would have died--" "I read in the Annals--" "It was a fucking Hail Mary but it worked--" "Both of you, shut up!" Robby's harsh voice cut them both off and Frank felt a little like he was back in the principal's office. "Who's responsible for this?" "It's like...67% my fault," Frank said after a long pause. "It was my idea, after all. "67%," Robby said in disbelief. "Blame doesn't work like that, Langdon." He shrugged. "It does today. And the patient is gonna make it, so..." Robby covered his face with his hands and made a strangled sound. "Get out. Both of you, get out. 67%, Jesus fucking Christ..."

[aki-natsuko]

"NagaShiro + when they love cuddling" for the 5 sentence drabble request... hi again ^_^

The reconciliation between silver and green had been hard enough for most to understand, the slow transition to friends and then more had been even harder, even for those caught in the flow of it. However, even stranger to all but the two that knew them best, was the fact that whenever they were in the same room, with all crowns – metaphorical or otherwise – set aside, they would be cuddled together. It didn’t matter who was there to witness it, or that it could be seen as a weakness in the eyes of some. When asked about it Shiro would smile, completely serene, and Nagare would change the subject but make no effort to move away from his partner. It was only Kuroh and Iwafune who would see the way the most ancient of kings who had been alone for decades leant into the slightest touch, or how, the king who had been everywhere all at once revelled in being anchored to one place.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

“You’re Sarah, teacher, aren’t you?” 5 sentence fic for Joel Miller please 😇😇😇

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Warnings: flirting

“You’re Sarah's teacher, aren’t you?” you heard a familiar voice behind you and when you turned around there he was, Joel Miller in all his handsome glory.

His adorable little girl Sarah was in your class in first grade and all your colleagues suddenly were very interested at doing drop off after school just to get a good look at the hot single dad.

"I am, Hi Mr. Miller," you smiled softly at him and he grinned. He must have come straight from work, the shirt he was wearing dusty, his work boots dirty.

"Please call me Joel, Mr. Miller makes me feel like I'm in trouble," he chuckled and you grinned.

"Did you do anything that would get you in trouble?" you teased and the boyish smile he gave you made your cheeks grow warm.

"Not yet, but the night is still young," he winked and you had no idea what kind of trouble you were getting yourself into when you agreed to have dinner with him.

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[pagegirlintraining]

wilmon + "Simon, wait!"

Had a bit of a stressful end of the week so this took a while, but thanks for the awesome prompt 💜

“Simon, wait!”

There was no way to fight the same idiotic smile he’d felt take over his face again and again for the past hour as Simon spun back around, even if his skin was prickling with nerves at the sight of sweaty blonde strands grazing pale, freckled skin where they’d fallen loose from the messy bun their owner had attempted with every step of the half-jog that Wille was currently doing towards him; he hadn’t expected him to notice, much less respond this soon.

“You forgot your drawing,” Wille told him through a puff of breath once he’d made it all the way to Simon’s car, holding out the sticky note to him with a slightly sheepish expression, and oh, okay, that’s what this was. Looking from Wille’s flushed face to the piece of paper in his hand containing - at most - a somewhat decent doodle of a frog he’d been working on for the past ten minutes before leaving the restaurant, Simon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry out in frustration; Wille really was making this whole thing much harder than he’d hoped it would be.

“I didn’t,” he said after steeling himself for a second, feeling the adrenaline in his body making his heart pound way above its regular speed, all because Wille seemed set on making him spell it all out, “I left it for you, because you said the other day that frogs were your favorite animal, remember? And, uh, I was hoping you’d think it was cute, or whatever, and that that would make you say yes.”

“Say- Say yes to what?” Wille asked, sounding genuinely baffled, and it was not at all fair how cute he was when he got like this.

“The, uh, the question”, Simon replied, heartbeat thumping in his ears as he pointed to where a little speech bubble over the frog’s head said, “Dinner on Friday, just you and me?” with Simon’s number in tidy little figures right beneath it. “So maybe we can talk while you’re not waiting tables and I’m not technically supposed to be studying?”

Simon knew Wille’s answer before he gave it, his heart giving an exceptionally joyful pump before it stuttered for a moment at the sight of the brilliant smile lighting up Wille’s face, all glowing cheeks and crooked front teeth.

“Yes.”

Cheating you say? What even counts as cheating anymore these days 😇

Send me wilmon + a sentence and I’ll give you 5 some more :)

[talshiargirlfriend]

Drabble (one more)

Okay, I'll give you a rest after this one!

82 - Can you hear me?

Let's go for Travis & dealer's choice - I just want more Travis out there!

“Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

“Travis?” T’Pol asked groggily. She’d never called him by his first name before. He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not.

“Yeah, it’s Travis.” He looked her over again for any signs of injury he might have missed before. “Don’t try to move too quickly. You’re probably—“

“— disoriented,” she finished.

Travis nodded and offered her his arm for support as she sat up.

“The seismic activity emitted strong high frequency vibrations that likely disrupted your vestibular system,” he explained.

T’Pol took that in. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. My ears are just ringing a bit. ” He offered her a water pouch and she drank slowly.

“Malcolm’s team is on the surface. The rest of our team is on the other side of that rubble,” Travis indicated with a pointed finger, “and they’re okay, too. It seems to be loose rock dislodged rather than any structural damage to the cavern, but I asked them to hold off on digging through until they got a clear scan from Baird, just to be on the safe side.”

She nodded in apparent approval of his caution, “Sound reasoning, Mr Mayweather.”

“Hey, what happened to ‘Travis’?” he quipped.

T’Pol’s brows drew in. “I apologise if I spoke with inappropriate familiarity before.”

Travis grinned and shook his head. “We’ve served together for almost four years now. I think that’s an entirely appropriate level of familiarity, Commander.”

“T’Pol,” she corrected with a friendly lilt in her voice.

“T’Pol,” he agreed cheerfully.

[madasateacup]

@dkgwrites prompted a 5-sentence fic revolving around Lillian Luthor and regret.

Lillian Luthor had a lot of regrets from her life. At its end, she came to regret more and more of her actions throughout. She'd picked the wrong child to back, even though Lena wasn't hers biologically. She'd gone too far. But at the end of her life, as Lena cried over the hand she was holding, she had peace.

[boltlightning]

drabble prompts: elizabeth swann + (your choice of characters) and 98. puzzle? please and thank you!

98. puzzle

“I can’t imagine you’d want Jack back, given everything you two have been through.”

Elizabeth examines Barbossa where he stands at the helm, back from the dead and more alive than she had ever seen him during their first encounters on the Pearl—he ceases his cheerful whistling and leans back on one foot, glancing at Elizabeth over his shoulder, as unaffected by the arctic snow and blistering winds as she is susceptible to them. She tugs her sailcloth cocoon tighter around her shoulders, meeting his gaze evenly.

“’Tis not always about what you want, Miss Swann,” he says, “but rather, how it can get you one step closer to what you actually do.”

“That is remarkably prescient for a pirate.”

Barbossa squints one eye against the sun, or perhaps winks knowingly, and says, “Aye, that be true; but Death will do that to a man. Once you’ve killed and been killed, y’stop seeing pieces as pieces, and start seeing the whole puzzle for the prize it truly is. My puzzle now is: what be your trouble with Jack, that you would express doubt when we are so far away from turning back?”

He raises his eyebrows, but returns to his task before Elizabeth can answer, leaving her instead to sit uncomfortably with the implication.

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[more-better-words]

5-sentence drabble

74 - Are you challenging me?

K&M

Monica looked at him disapprovingly. "So rude." Karveth shrugged.

“Perhaps you'll have to attempt to teach me some manners."

"Attempt? You don't think I can?"

Another shrug. "I may put up a fight."

She gave him a long stare. "I'm not afraid of you."

He returned it, reaching over to unhook her bra with her shirt still on, holding eye contact. “Good."

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Drabble List #8 How about: #9 "Oh well, nothing I can do about it now." #31 "We should talk about what happened."

9 "Oh well, nothing I can do about it now."

#31 "We should talk about what happened."

For @scottxlogan

[broadwaybaggins]

81 + Kingdon (if you don’t mind ☺️)

#81, Pen and Paper

There's a purple Post-It on his locker when he gets to work. He's late, because Taylor had suddenly started puking her guts up on the way to daycare this morning, making Tanner start screaming and Frank had to pull over to settle them both down before taking them right back to Abby's. She's working from home today, so she's less mad than she might be about having to turn today into a PTO day, but the look she gave him as he drove away still could have peeled fucking paint from his car. Divorces fucking sucked. The purple Post-It, though, with meticulously careful handwriting that he knew well by now, makes him smile. You missed rounds, but I covered for you. Lunch at 1:15 as always? --Mel.

Frank reaches into his backpack to grab a Sharpie and scrawls a single, messy word. Yes.

[hischierlovebot]

Timo/Jonas “plane”

It might look like I have forgotten about this but I haven't! I am just very deeply in a wip + currently on a trip lol but here are my five sentence drabbles for it

He's not quite sure what wakes him up, only that something does, his hands clammy and heart beating loud enough in his chest to wake the dead. Jonas isn't dead, but his eyes flicker to Timo when he jerks back into consciousness, scans Timo's face like he can find the last traces of his dream etched there.

"Nightmare?" He asks, quite so as to not wake the rest of the team, sound asleep around them. When Timo nods, tongue still stuck to the roof of his mouth, he shuffles, switches seats until he is beside Timo, the touch of his fingers to Timo's arm making him relax a tad. "Go back to sleep, I'll be here."

The overhead lights of the plane cast weird shadows on Jonas, paints the familiar planes of his face with unknown figures, but his hand is warm and reassuring, his voice one that Timo would follow blind, and it's breathtakingly easy, to allow himself to be lulled back to sleep by it.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

for kickstarting some writing juice, i give you this sentence: "“Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” w. javier peña!! ��️‍🩹

oh thank you! I wish the writing juices would flow in my wips like they would in my ask box 🥹

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Warnings: body image issues, stretch marks, after baby body, Javi being the supportive hubby everyone wants

“Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet," Javier asked after he knocked on the bathroom door.

You startled, looking at the clock, only now realising you had been in here for more than twenty minutes getting ready for your date.

"Can I come in?" he asked again and you sighed a quiet yes, your eyes still fixed on the person looking back at you in the mirror, a person who looked like you, but didn't at the same time.

The door opened and Javier walked in, frowning when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, fingers brushing over all the new stretch marks that now adorned your skin.

He knew you had been struggling with the changes on your body after the pregnancy and he was never quiet about telling you how much he loved every mark on your new body, the body that gave him his little boy. He just wished he could take away all the bad thoughts that made you feel not beautiful enough.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, taking your hands in his, his chin on your shoulder and you sighed as you relaxed into his arms.

"Still the prettiest girl in the world," he kissed your temple.

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[oddsconvert]

anyone down for some short 5 sentence whump fics for my boys, that I'm gonna try really hard to keep to 5 sentences?? 🥺🥺🥺

feel free to send prompts in my asks, I'll luv u forever and squish nd hug u <33

[pagegirlintraining]

If you are still feeling like doing the 5 sentences, may I request Wilmon with "It's a little bit funny"

Just for reasons.

First of all, thank you for this awesome prompt, I got so excited because I love this song so much😍 (I mean who doesn’t but anyway). I really hope you’ll like what I turned it into, even if it took me ages to get around to it 🙈

“It’s a little bit funny”, Simon states upon pulling back from their kiss.

“What?” Wille wiggles his eyebrows at the boy in his arms, feeling a rush of giddiness as he watches Simon’s face move into fond exasperation when he adds, “This feeling inside?”

“Shut up,” Simon tells him, and judging from his tone, he’s trying hard to contain a giggle. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”

“So this isn’t you writing another song about me?” Wille asks, sticking out his lower lip in a pronounced pout. “And I thought you loved me.”

There’s a playful shove to his chest from one of Simon’s hands, the other still remaining in its resting spot at the crook of Wille’s neck, pointer and middle finger playing with one of the short strands of hair behind his ear.

“I’m trying to tell you something here”, Simon protests, though this time the giggle does break through into his voice. “But maybe now I don’t want to anymore.”

“No, please tell me. I’ll shut up,” Wille hurries to say, quickly miming locking his mouth with an invisible key, which pulls another one of those fond little giggles out of Simon that are never not gonna make Wille’s entire chest light up.

“I was gonna say,” Simon concedes, drawing out the last syllable, “that it’s kinda funny how if we ever get married, there won’t even be any discussion of who takes whose last name. Because I’m literally the only one of us to even have a last name.”

And maybe, just maybe, Simon talking about marriage like it’s a thing that’s totally in the cards for them is even better than a new song.

Send me ‘Wilmon’ and a sentence and I’ll give you some more (eventually).

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

30, and characters dealers choice?

Under the Rain - Sunshine Polidori & Oskar von Horrificus

Sunshine had never seen a boy so excited and happy about the darkest, dampest, grossest November-weather you could imagine. Oskar holds the umbrella strictly above the two, so that the fast, heavy drops pelting the surface wouldn't hit them; but his body is swinging gently from side to side, as the two walk through muddy paths and puddles in the park. A huge smile is painting his face, though, it's not as if Sunshine isn't grinning from ear to ear, herself. "We could go on more walks like this, if you'd like.", she wraps one arm around Oskar's shoulders, softly bumping her head against his affectionately, chuckling, "Just maybe in better weather next time." "Actually", he looks up at the sky, clouds blocking out any ray of sun that could have potentially made this moment impossible for him, "I think I quite like this."

[amazable01]

Secretly, I have so many projects I've been working on, but god I wish I was satisfied enough with any of them to post

Might write some oneshots again, just to get back in the swing of posting. We'll see, though