#5 sentence fic thing

[singsweetmelodies]

Piarles + 'traffic' 🤭

hehehehe, oh, FAB prompt, this, thank you so much! this one is heavily inspired by this video, because, well, i still haven't been able to stop thinking about it. these IDIOTS.... yeah. just. yeah. we piarles girlies (gn) never lose 😌❤️

"Fuck, Charles, we - we really shouldn't be doing this," Pierre pants against Charles' lips, and he can't believe that he's being the reasonable one for once, but Charles has apparently decided that the backseat of his company Ferrari is the perfect place to see just how far he can push Pierre's limits.

The answer to that seems to be... embarrassingly far, and Pierre bites back another curse as Charles rolls his hips just right, catching Pierre's eye and biting his lip as he does it again. Pierre doesn't even bother muffling his curse this time, muttering his "fuck" right against Charles' lips before pulling him into a rough kiss, fingers dug into Charles' hips and pulling him even closer to Pierre's body.

Charles melts into it, melts into the Pierre's touch like he always does, and Pierre can feel his already shaky self-control slipping - Charles is just so pliant against him like this, so completely willing to be manhandled and moved however Pierre wants, and Pierre curses with it, separating his lips from Charles' in a final heroic effort to try and reason: "We are going to be so late, calamar!"

Charles just grins at at him, lips slick and swollen and red, eyes hooded, hair sticking up in all directions, and says right against Pierre's lips, "We can always blame it on the traffic."

(send me a ship + a one word prompt and i will write a 5 sentence fic about it)

[thevioletcaptain]

For the 5 sentence game:

Dean/Cas

How long had it been since he’d seen sunlight?

How long had it been since he'd seen sunlight?

Pressing his hands to the ground where he landed, Castiel takes a moment to appreciate the warmth of day-baked earth; the golden-green dapple of shadows cast through the leaves of a sprawling sycamore; the dusty-sweet scent of hay that carries from the nearby barn where Dean is waiting.

Dean is waiting.

He's been waiting for weeks, months, years -- Castiel doesn't know for certain -- but he's felt each instant of Dean's longing as it grew and grew and grew, until finally it was strong enough to pierce the fabric of the empty without him even trying, like a fallen ember burning through black velvet.

Rising to his feet, Castiel makes for the barn with a single thought at the forefront of his mind -- the sun can wait. He has Dean's love to bask in.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 💖

so i know i said that married smut is my priority but i can't have just one priority bc i get bored or stuck lol - so apparently my other main wip rn is the cheating fic due to a sudden burst of inspiration for it haha (also don't wanna share like everything from the married buddie smut haha)

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She smiles at him as she takes another bite of her food, and he tries to smile back, but then he remembers Eddie’s drunken smile that he kissed off his lips. She touches his hand, and he remembers Eddie’s hands all over his body, his lips, his touch, his heavy breaths and wonderful sounds made just for Buck. He’s sitting here with his girlfriend, and can’t stop thinking about his best friend he cheated with. Eddie is buzzing under his skin, thrumming in his veins, occupying his every thought. Buck feels like Eddie’s taken up permanent residence there now, in Buck’s body and mind, there’s no getting rid of him. He’s not sure he wants to. 

Wait, no, that’s not true, he can’t- he can’t want Eddie like that. He has to find a way to forget. 

He’s so screwed.

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[hold-him-down]

"He'd had a bad day and just needed something to make him feel better."

(for the five sentence prompt thingy for belleview)

from this ask game

“He had a bad night,” one of the volunteer nurses is telling Lincoln, “and he just needed something to make him feel a little better.”

Lincoln stands with the volunteer outside the door to River’s room. The muscles in his jaw ache from how hard he bites down, but he’s careful to keep his temper in check.

“Come on, Doc,” the volunteer is saying. River’s hands cover his face, and his body, now absent the typical barely-contained aggression, shakes with every deep, even breath he draws. He finally sleeps, over forty-eight hours after Lincoln took over this site, but it’s at a cost.

Lincoln rolls his shoulders to forcibly release some of the tension he’s holding as the nurse reviews the overnight attending’s orders. This is already done, Lincoln reminds himself. And there’s a part of him, a part of him that he’s learning to despise, that thinks maybe the attending made the right call.

[purplebass]

kellila & chilli!!

When I first read the prompt, I imagined a funnier story (which I have put in my inspo doc so I may write it in the future). But then I had the idea of researching chili on wiki and the rest is history lmao so this story turned out a little angsty but it has a good ending so I hope you like this! :)

Lila had seen the plant with the yellow and red fruits that looked like deflated strawberries and had decided to try one even though Kell had kept repeating that she shouldn’t eat something if she didn’t know what it was, and that it could be poisonous.

“What’s the worst that can happen? A stomachache?” she had laughed then, but after ingesting just one fruit, her mouth was on fire, she was short of breath, and she started to sweat even though the weather was not that warm.

She felt like crap, but she tried to pretend that she was fine, until her legs gave out and she saw black, and the last words she heard were as hasari.

“Saints, Lila,” were the first words she heard when she opened her eyes again to a grumpy Kell staring at her from above, one of his hands checking the side of her neck, realizing with shock that she was on the ground. “If I hadn’t been here –” he stopped himself from uttering the words out loud, and hugged her body to his, and she could feel his pounding heart.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into his coat, and she really meant it.

[wilmonsfolklore]

This week is. A lot.

[zephyr-draws]

musings on insects, isolation, and how much can change when you're not looking

[singsweetmelodies]

(im in disbelief over how sad you made me with the clouds prompt so im rewriting the narrative)

piarles + sunshine ❤️

i would say i'm sorry, but unfortunately, i'm not and am currently cackling a bit like an evil mastermind. i rlly woke up and chose violence this morning 😆 ...which is probably why i came this close to making this a sequel but not solving the angst. i mean, you left the door wide open for me - he was sunshine i was midnight rain, he wanted a bride i was making my own name. !!!! buuuut in the end, i decided to be kind, and give them a happy ending. they are my babies after all ❤️ so here's your (happier) sequel to this

Sometimes, Charles thinks of himself as a rainstorm - hailed as a saving grace and a good omen by some, but too often falling down too hard and too fast, washing away what could have been a bright day.

If Charles is a rainstorm, though, Pierre is nothing but sunshine. Yes, he knows about burning too hot too soon, but that's not with Charles, because with Charles he is everything warm, and familiar, and safe, and soothing.

When Pierre shows up at his Monaco apartment again, and looks into his eyes, then smiles and reaches for Charles' arm exactly like he had done a year ago, Charles' heart almost stops, because he hadn't let himself think, or hope, or even wish that Pierre would forgive him and offer him a second chance.

But Pierre looks into Charles' eyes and smiles - that warm, understanding, just-for-Charles smile - and kisses him again, and this time, Charles doesn't pull away, and kisses Pierre back immediately, and lets the world around him melt into soft-edged gold and the most perfect happiness he has ever tasted.

(send me a ship + a one word prompt and i will write a 5 sentence fic about it)

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

(For the sentence prompt thing)

Yes I did buy you this shirt, but I bought it for you so you would have a shirt for me to wear when ever I sleep over.

"Yes, I did buy you this shirt," Lucy admitted. "But I bought it for you so you would have a shirt for me to wear whenever I sleep over."

Eddie stared at her a moment, his large brown eyes somehow growing wider.

"You like wearing my shirts?"

Heat rose in her cheeks destroying an hope she might have at lying. She nodded.

His mouth broke out into a blinding smile, lighting up his entire face.

"Pretty girl, I'd give you my whole damn closet if you wanted."

Send me a sentence and i’ll write the next five or more lines OR send me a ship/character and word and i’ll write the next five sentences

[kritischetheologie]

galex and 'slice'!

(today's theme is apparently thanksgiving, lmao)

Nicky and Lance's Canadian Thanksgiving potluck ends up better attended, George would never say out loud because that would be cruel, than you would expect based on how well-liked either of them is.

On second thought, he realizes, that's not so much of a coincidence, since the open invitation has meant that everyone grabbed someone else, and said you're going, right, please tell me you're going, with a casualness that belied their desperation not to be the only one stuck with the Toronto Twins. As they're absolutely not referred to behind their backs, no sir, no way.

And so Lance inviting Esteban and Seb, who respectively tolerate and are forced to work with him, turned into Esteban inviting Mick and Fernando and Seb inviting Lewis (they showed up together, tofurkey and freshly-baked rolls in hand), while Nicky inviting Alex and George turned into, well, Alex and George, showing up together, but not in the way that Seb and Lewis showed up together, just in the way that two mates show up to something together, when it's thrown by their respectively current and former coworker, with two separate desserts that they prepared in separate kitchens.

Alex leans over George to grab another slice of the pumpkin pie, the one that George brought, and George doesn't know what to feel more overwhelmed by, the implicit compliment on his baking or the proximity of Alex's body or the sliver of skin that peeks out between his untucked shirt and his boxer briefs.

[geeky-politics-46]

So I am only a few followers away from 2,000...

So in honor of this & to try to tip myself over the 2k mark I want to dedicate the next few days to quick drabbles. Think the 5 sentence drabbles, but I always do five paragraphs instead.

Let's say submissions are open from now until Sunday (the 30th). Feel free to submit any requests for any of the Doctor Strange variants, Bucky, Loki, Steve, Sam, or Eddie/Venom. Or if you want to go a completely different direction, The West Wing or Veep.

[sidekickjoey]

Steddie- DND was running a bit too late for Steve’s liking tonight.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Steve I see in a glittery cape next to Eddie?"

Eddie's wolfish grin is blinding beside Steve, who sits blushing and pouting and looking about two seconds away from falling off his chair just to get away from everyone's curious eyes. "Hi Buckley. DnD was running a bit too late for Steve's liking tonight."

"So you dressed him up like some space wizard and forced him to sit at your side as your captive?"

"Steve made Eddie a bet," Dustin giggles, earning another mortified glare from Steve. "If he can help us figure a way out of this leg of the campaign, Eddie'll make up for it running over by canceling Hellfire next week and giving Steve a whole night off from driving us."

"The cape was my idea," Eddie says with a smirk wide enough to put the cheshire cat to shame. "Can't go into battle without proper gear, can we m'Lord Harrington of Good Hair?"

Eyes narrowed, Steve's glare makes its way to Robin and her own smirk, growing wider by the second as Eddie's eyes scan him - and the cape - over with pride. "One word about this Buckley, one goddamn word, and you walk to work for the next year, okay?"

"Of course my sparkly liege," Robin replies. The entire table erupts with laughter as Steve slides down his chair, curses leaving his lips, glitter-clad hood falling to hide his face.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five

[tsubakura-enraku]

Fanfic Thingy!

"This can't be legal...Or ethical for that matter."

"This can't be legal...Or ethical for that matter."

The messy haired scientist adjusted their oversized hat and looked up at their new assistant. “It ain’t. But hey, you’re the one that was interested in a shady ad in the newspaper.”

They grabbed a stack of papers off of their messy desk and began to shuffle through them, skimming through their contents at an almost superhuman pace. Once they found what they were looking for, they took it out and they simply let the remaining papers fall and scatter across the room.

“Here.” They passed their new assistant the sheet and allowed them to read it. “This’s the procedure.”

The assistant began to slowly read through the procedure, but… their eyelids began to fall. They were so tired… They were always tired.

“...Hey! C’mon, don’t fall asleep on me now…! It’s just a short procedure, everything’ll be fine afterwards.”

“...Hunh?” The brown haired assistant’s eyes shot open, staring at the scientist in front of them with their deep black eyes. “A-ah, sorry. It sounds… dangerous. Do we have to do this…?

“Company needs funds. We gotta impress the higher-ups somehow. All we’ve gotta do is turn on the machine and test it works. C’mon.”

The scientist lead their assistant to a makeshift setup, where a large, strange machine sat next to a fold up chair. They began to punch in numbers into a keypad, and the machine began to whir loudly. For the assistant, this noise was almost unbearable to them for some reason unknown… But they had to deal with it. They had risked everything to get this shady job, and they weren’t going to simply run away from it now, even if the legality and ethics of it left much to be desired. The two sat there in silence as the scientist continued to punch numbers in.

“...Doc.” The assistant suddenly spoke up. “I’m still going to be paid for this, aren’t I?” The scientist continued to put numbers in, but continued the conversation, not looking away from their work for a second. “Yeah. If you survive it and get home fine, anyway…”

That sent shivers down the assistant’s spine.

After a few more seconds, the scientist stopped typing and stood up, clapping their hands together before crossing their arms.

“Right,” they said as they began to attach some wires to their assistant’s head and arms. “All you’ve gotta do is check if this leads to another dimension or not. Remember, you’ve got a panic button here if something goes wrong.”

Right. That’s a completely normal thing someone would say.

The assistant breathed in and attempted to calm their heart down. “I understand…”

“Turning it on in three, two…”

The scientist pushed a button, and the machine began to whir loudly once more. The assistant’s vision began to fill with a bright, neon green light. The sounds of the machine grew louder and louder, to the point where the assistant was barely able to hear anything else. Despite this, they swore they could hear some sort of distant, shocked yelling…

And then…

Their vision went blank and all went silent.

[nostalgia-tblr]

WIP Ask Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

I wasn't tagged for this I'm just procrastinating, and it's been a while since I did this one so New! Filenames! Appear! I left out my main AU WIP and also a couple that got asked about in previous editions of this meme. These are all Loki show/MCU fics because apparently that is my Thing at the moment:

5 times seduction

lokius stockholm syndrome fic

sylki hurt-comfort (but she's shit at it)

parry

mobius made them do it

the one with the file

fucked up sakaar dubcon fic again

straightforward

twee thor

suddenfilth

thor's tragic arranged marriage (NOT THORKI FIC)

[singsweetmelodies]

piarlos + easy 😏

well hello there, anon, and first of all, you are a BABE for sending me every single pierre pairing i requested. seriously. i appreciate you so much. secondly: well, apparently i woke up and chose violence this morning, so, uh. warning - do not read this if you are a big lando/carlando fan. also warning, i guess, for pierre being a bit of a bastard. i blame @effervescentdragon and her mean prompts for inspiring this, and sorrynotsorry for tagging you, akira - come see what you've done.

Carlos is watching Charles and wishing he wasn't watching Charles when he feels someone press up behind him, a hot whisper tucked against the side of his throat. "It's not so easy now, is it, Carletes?" Pierre purrs, and his voice is soft, mocking; his touch even more so when he runs a thumb slowly along the edge of Carlos' jaw, a parody of a lover's touch.

"Charles is not Lando, is he? Not quite so young, so wide-eyed, so eager to fall for your sweet words and promises, and fall into your bed?" Pierre continues, and though he still sounds low and mocking, there's a strange undertone to it now too, something almost like longing, like understanding.

"Come to my hotel room," Pierre says, and it's a command more than it is a request, which Carlos definitely shouldn't find as attractive as he does - yet he finds his whole body tense with anticipation, a coiled spring, hanging onto Pierre's every word as he continues: "It will not be easy, but it will be a relief for the both of us."

(send me a ship + a one word prompt and i will write a 5 sentence fic about it)