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[paceywittters]

Chenford + Tim sees Lucy on a date and turns up at her door.

Lucy doesn't expect Tim to be sitting outside her door when she gets home.

She's not upset about it, exactly, but she doesn't expect it either.

He doesn't notice her right away, so she gives herself a moment to take him in – if she's dealing with a certain type of Tim, she wants to know ahead of time.

He's wearing a pair of jeans with a rip at the cuff that she knows is from getting snagged on a chain-link fence when they'd been walking back to their hotel after a night out in San Antonio, Tim running ahead and trying to rile her up and make her feel better after fucking up in the preliminaries.

For the record: she'd made it through, but by the skin of her teeth after bombing her second-to-last obstacle.

Tim's head is tipped back against the wall, his eyes closed, and the sharp line of his jaw tracing down to the tension in his neck makes Lucy frown.

He looks upset, which she doesn't love.

"Hey," she calls out as she makes her way down the hall, and Tim snaps his head up, raising his brows. "You looking for somebody?"

He offers up a smile and she can feel the relief in it. "Hey," he hops up to his feet, his limbs long, working quickly. "No, no way," he frowns, fake, not reaching his eyes which are still very much smiling back at her. "Just happened to be in the area."

"And, what," she pulls her phone from her back pocket, waving it around as she reaches him, "you couldn't call and see if I was around before I dropped in?"

"I," he scratches at the back of his neck and she squints up at him. "I mean, I figured-,"

"Why are you nervous right now?" Lucy laughs, shoving at his arm before digging through her bag for her keys. Tim mumbles something unintelligible and she unlocks her door, pushing it open and leaning against the frame to block him from following her in. "What's up?"

Tim slides his hands into his pockets, shrugging. "Nothing, nothing," he taps her shin with his foot. "What were you up to?"

"Oh," she waves her hand, "nothing. I mean, you saw me this morning, but after," she shrugs, "I ran errands, I went on a bad date, I grabbed a bottle of wine," she tugs the wine bottle from the top of her bag so he can see it. "You've just...been waiting for me?"

"I only got here," he squints around, then glances down at his watch, "half hour ago, or so. Figured you'd turn up at some point."

"Oh, what," she raises her brows, smirking up at him, "you don't think I'm capable of staying out all night, Tim?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes. "You have training at 5:45," Lucy groans as he continues, "I figured you were a sure thing for sleeping in your own bed."

She huffs, pushing the door open wider and leading Tim into her kitchen. She pulls the bottle of wine out of her bag and puts it on the counter, watching as Tim locks the door and kicks off his shoes. "Besides," he carries on, pulling two wine glasses down from one of her high shelves, "you looked pretty bored on that date, figured you'd need some quality entertainment by the time you got home."

Lucy freezes, her hand still digging into one of her kitchen drawers to pull out her corkscrew. She looks over her shoulder, squinting at him. She thought she'd seen a Tim-looking guy walk by the patio she'd been seated on with her date, John, but she'd shrugged it off and gone back to talking. John had been sweet, had asked her to dinner after they'd gotten to know each other during his first few training sessions at her gym, but he was definitely more of a friend than a flirtation.

Besides, she had Tim if she felt the need to flirt.

She glares at him, turning on her heel and pursing her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. "What were you doing, huh? Spying on me?"

He smirks, shrugging. "I was going to the pet store across the way for Kojo stuff," he offers. "I saw you and they were finishing up a fresh batch of those peanut butter treats he liked, so...I might've grabbed a coffee, scoped it out."

Lucy scoffs, squinting at him. "Spy," she points, shaking her head. "A dirty rotten scoundrel of a spy, Tim, oh my god."

He laughs, his neck going a bit red, and Lucy grabs the corkscrew out of the drawer, bumping it shut with her thigh before making her way over to him. "I'm just saying, you looked bored. Sad, even," he holds up a hand in innocence. "I figured you'd need...reinforcements, or something. I ordered Thai when I got here, should be here soon."

She rolls her eyes, giving him another faux-huff. She's not actually annoyed – she'd planned to call him after pouring herself a glass, anyway – but she thinks he should have to grovel a little. "I had a great time, thank you," she works the corkscrew into the bottle, ignoring the fact that she can feel Tim moving closer.

"You said it was bad," his voice is low, she can feel his breath on her ear. "Don't lie, now, Lucy."

She shivers, shutting her eyes but making sure her hands don't stop moving. "I'm not lying," she mutters. "Back off."

Tim chuckles and she swallows hard, annoyed because this is almost always what proximity to his fucking body does to her and she can't stand it. Whether he's adjusting her grip on the bars while they're training or he's cornering her in her kitchen about some dumb shit he did, he's annoyingly, agonizingly hot. "John's like fifty, you know that right?"

She elbows him in the ribs and Tim groans, but she feels him back away and lets out a laugh. "You're not much off," she smirks over her shoulder. "Now get this open for me, would you? We can talk about how many push-ups you owe me once I've got a full glass of wine in my hand."

Tim rolls his eyes at her, but there's a smile to it that makes her stomach flip as he grabs the corkscrew and gets to work.

[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."

[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?

[bookworm-center]

From my current WIP (that still needs a new name):

I wanted to hope that Remus was right, that darkness wasn’t growing in me. I wanted to hope that I would not destroy myself, but I knew myself better than anyone. I could feel the little tug in my heart to set the world ablaze, the itching thoughts to hurt everyone who hurt me. I wanted revenge, but more than that I wanted to kill everyone and anyone who made my life unnecessarily hard. I may have been cut before, but now I was just broken and the scars were filled with a feeling that may threaten the world if I couldn’t get it under control.

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[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

[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!!!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Awwwwwwwwww....👀😳

The poor dude 🥲 but oh...the love as well. The complicity. The faith. The trust. Gotta love them.

Seems like a good morning, Guillermo thinks, and by good he means no other blood stains to clean- except that one on master's coffin but why is it open?

Oh my god you actually gave me a WWDITS prompt. Well, keep ya rocks, folks, cause I've never written these characters but wanted to give it a go for my DEAR FRIEND HERE!!

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Seems like a good morning, Guillermo thinks, and by good he means no other bloodstains to clean- except that one on Master's coffin but why is it open?

“Guillermo!” That somewhat sing-song voice rang out as if on cue with Guillermo’s thoughts.

“Yes, Master?” Guillermo asked, eyes landing on Nandor in the doorway with blood splotches all over a shirt that was hanging in the vampire’s hands. “What...did you do…?” Oh good, more work. Thankfully the latest market run had consisted in restocking of the Tide pens.

“I have recently discovered that I get thirsty while I sleep,” Nandor sniffed proudly, giving the blood-soaked shirt a small wiggle for his familiar to take. “Unfortunately, I have also discovered that your water bottle is not leak proof when you open the cap. You should probably return it, it’s false advertisement.”

“You took my water bottle- it is leak proof if you keep the cap screwed on!”

“There were no directions that said otherwise! Return it, Guillermo.”

“But it’s not even yours-”

”And do be careful with the bloodstains on the fur, please. It must remain soft for my slumber.” Nandor sighed more dreamily, giving the shirt a small toss right before Guillermo reached for it.

With a shirt half hanging over his face, Guillermo couldn’t help the side-eyed look away from the vampire who seemed all too pleased to sift through more shirts and capes to adorn for the day, leaving Guillermo as exasperated as usual. Such was the life of a familiar in this house, wasn’t it?

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Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five (or more).

[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!”

[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.”

[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

[paceywittters]

Chenford + "Want me all to yourself, do you?"

"Ah, so you did start without me," Tim mutters, smirking at her over on the couch, shaking his head. He feels Lucy's on him as he drops his bag in the entryway of her apartment, kicking off his shoes before he looks over his shoulder at her. She's rosy-cheeked and smiling, biting on the inside of her cheek so she doesn't tell on herself.

Little did she know, if the half empty jug of egg nog and open bottle of cinnamon whiskey on the counter wasn't enough of a tell, her flushed face and the flood of laughter muffled by her hands would do the trick. He moves to double-check the door is locked and hears her shift on the couch, muttering something he can't quite catch under her breath as she stands up.

"Maybe," she bites down a grin as she walks over to him, "if you weren't oh, I don't know, several hours late, I would've waited for you."

"We got a call," he starts, but she presses her hand to his chest to stop him. He slides his own hand over hers, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Sorry," he offers, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "I wanted to be here."

"A likely story," she shakes her head, tut-tuting him with a soft smirk on her lips. She leans up on her toes and he meets her in the middle, steadying her with his palm against the small of her back as he kisses her gently. Her apartment is dim and as she pulls back and sinks down onto her flat feet, he registers that she's only wearing a goofy red Christmas t-shirt and a pair of white knee-high socks.

"Are we alone?" He dips his head down, pressing his lips to her jaw. "Is it a Christmas miracle?"

"Want me all to yourself, do you," she grins, tipping her head to the side so he can nip at her neck. "There was a holiday rager at this guy's house tonight and somebody got a personal invitation."

"A holiday rager?" Tim pauses and Lucy lets out a laugh, looping her arms around him and burrowing herself against his torso. "Sometimes you say things," he murmurs, scraping his teeth against her neck, "and I just have to wonder."

"What do you wonder," she hums, and he shakes his head before lifting it, raising his brow at her. "A rager can't be a foreign concept to you."

He purses his lips, rolling his eyes. "Please. More the holiday part – what, an ugly sweater rager? Someone funneling a beer through a Christmas tree?"

Lucy snorts. "You know, probably more innovative than Nick."

"The guy's name is Nick?" Tim huffs, trying not to laugh. "I'm going to need a double of that egg nog you've been drinking." Lucy squints at him. "Nick? You know...St. Nick? A big Christmas guy."

He grins at the sound of her laughter as she shuffles around the counter, grabbing a highball glass out of her dish drain and pouring a suspiciously large amount of whiskey into it. "You know, I think I know another big Christmas guy." Tim rolls his eyes, but follows her around the counter and wraps his arms around her from behind as she uncaps the egg nog. "It's you, by the way."

"Never would've guessed," he murmurs, kissing the side of her head. "Are you trying to get me festive with that drink?"

"I'm trying to get you something," she smirks, plucking a cinnamon stick out of a small bag and stirring his drink with it slowly. "Let's go with caught up, hmm?"

"Shame," he murmurs, taking the glass from her hand and tipping his head back, taking a long sip. "I was hoping you were going to say jolly."

He can feel her laugh reverberating against his chest as the egg nog and whiskey burns the back of his throat, warm in a way he hopes will stick around for a long winter's night.

[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.

[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.

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"–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.

[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.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Awwwwww Razzy 🥺🥺🥺

It's so perfect, you should really put the adorable picture you sent me underneath it...I can see it so well!!!

It's really quite marvellous and I love it and I love you and I'm so happy you've decided to run with that silly little prompt of mine ❤️❤️❤️

Ah, it really is so sweet and fluffy and soft...

THANK YOU ENDLESSLY

So, here goes:

Thorin was agog, he was aghast; never would he have believed to ever be dethroned and humiliated in such a way, but he was utterly besotted with the big, pleading eyes of the ball of fluff that was his Yule gift.

Ohhh I really enjoyed this one!! So sorry it took me a hot second to do, these past two weeks have not been kind to me. I hope you enjoy it, my friend!! A little fuzzy raven for Thorin and Bilbo to both enjoy!

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Thorin was agog, he was aghast; never would he have believed to ever be dethroned and humiliated in such a way, but he was utterly besotted with the big, pleading eyes of the ball of fluff that was his Yule gift.

“Looks like you’ve been replaced, Thorin,” Bilbo snickered from the dwarf’s side as the two of them were staring at a fuzzy little bird seated happily on the throne. Those big beady eyes staring up and head cocking to the side with curiosity. “It’s very cute though.”

“My son! I present to you the next royal flier of Erebor!” Roac squawked, wings flapping happily, as well as proudly as the small raven in the seat gave these adorable little peeping sounds. “As my Yule gift, Thorin, you may name him.” And Roac began to preen at his feathers, but eager to hear what the dwarf king might come up with.

“He’s so small…” Thorin murmured to himself, unable to take his eyes away from the tiny thing before him. “Kurkarukê...my tiny raven…” Reaching forward and carefully getting his hands beneath the small feathered creature - much to Roac’s dismay - Thorin brought that little bird closer towards himself for not only his own eyes to see better, but Bilbo’s as well.

While Thorin had the little raven cupped in his palms, Bilbo ran a small finger across its head. The feathers were so soft, and both of them stood there looking like little children, so amazed by such a tiny creature.

“Kurkarukê. He'll be the new King Under the Mountain if he keeps taking your throne like that. Perhaps you could put a little nest for him off to the side?” Bilbo continued to snicker as the little raven started to peep again.

“My son! The gift was the naming, not keeping him!” Roac objected. “Are you two even listening to me? You do not get to keep him!”

And thus Roac was completely ignored by two besotted little things that this mountain called king and consort.

[essaynook]

Write casual first part reading reaction, at least three or five sentences refl

Write casual first part reading reaction, at least three or five sentences refl

Write casual first part reading reaction, at least three or five sentences reflecting on any aspects of the readings. This can include personal thoughts ideas or questions that occurred while reading. Second part, question of the day: at least 3/5sentences in response to the specific question of the day. PLEASE SEPARATE THE WORK IN 2 DIFFERENT PAGES one for the first reading and QOD & one for the…