#five line fanfic

[hb-writes]

For five lines

“Charlotte this is the last time I am telling you this, go to bed.”

“Charlotte, this is the last time I am telling you this—go to bed.”

Harvey hissed the words to his sister as they both stood at the counter, Charlie making herself a cup of tea while Harvey poured another glass of red wine for him and Donna.

Charlie Specter was far past having a bedtime, but that hadn’t stopped her brother from not so subtly suggesting she go off to bed not for the last hour or so. It had started with him mentioning how she had been at the library late all week and how she clearly looked exhausted. There was no need for her to stay up because of them...

But Charlie hadn't taken her brother up on it. She had made it home just in time for dinner, just as Harvey and Donna were sitting down with a simple pasta dish Harvey had made and Charlie had been so thankful about the timing. After a spending the morning in the office, the afternoon in back to back classes and the evening in the library, she was starved after subsisting off yogurt, coffee, and granola bars all day.

And after a week that had Charlie constantly on the run, she was starved for a little time with Donna and Harvey, too. She felt as though she had barely seen them, let alone had enough time for any real conversation. So Charlie thought it was lucky that she arrived home when she did. Lucky that Donna and Harvey were staying in when they usually liked to go out on Friday evenings.

So even after Charlie yawned through dinner, she stayed, settling between Donna and Harvey on the couch and updating them both on her life—school, friends, and everything in between.

She didn't notice the way Harvey and Donna were making eye contact over her head, and while Charlie sometimes thought her brother wasn't listening to her as intently as she would have liked, Donna was clearly paying attention, nodding and commenting in all the right places.

Something about the whole night made Charlie feel young, cuddled there between Harvey and Donna. She had never pushed for her brother and Donna to be together, but Charlie had always hoped for it, her little heart desperate for two of the people she loved most in the world to be together.

Sitting between them, Charlie felt like she had the most normal, stereotypical family in the world, but more than that she felt safe. She felt loved. And despite feeling tired enough that she could barely keep her eyes open, she just wanted to stay with them. She wanted to sip her tea and talk about nothing or watch a movie or—

"Just take your tea and—"

"I'm okay," Charlie answered as she idly dunked her tea bag. "I thought we could maybe watch a movie. You can pick."

"You've barely slept all week," Harvey continued.

"I've barely seen you two all week, either," she offered. "Sleep can wait."

"You're barely able to stay awake, Charlie."

"Why are you so eager to send me to bed?" she asked, grimacing as she took a too soon sip of her scalding tea. "Do you want to get rid of me too?" she continued, turning to Donna as she placed an arm around Charlie.

"Of course not, Little Chick," Donna cooed. "Harvey and I are glad you're here. Right, Harvey?"

Charlie watched Donna raise her eyebrows.

"Sure, who doesn't love having his little sister tag along on a date?" Harvey grumbled.

"A date?" Charlie asked as she glanced around the room, taking in the evening's details, all the signs of a special date night she had so clearly missed.

The homemade dinner. The wine. The lighting.

"Oh," she added as it all clicked into place. It wasn't the first time Charlie had interrupted one of her brother's dates. In all honesty, Charlie had interrupted several of Harvey's dates on purpose, aiming to ruin things, but this had been an accident. This had just happened because it had felt so comfortable and normal coming home to dinner with Donna and Harvey. Because it had felt so right. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize. I didn't—"

"It's okay, Charlie," Donna answered, rubbing her arm and squeezing her close.

"Tonight was better than a date."

"Excuse me?" Harvey asked, earning a glare from Donna.

"I think what your brother meant to say is 'We love spending time with you. Go pick the movie.'"

Charlie snorted. "I think he wants me to go to bed, but I wouldn't mind watching Pretty Woman..."

"Harvey?" Donna prompted.

Harvey sighed. "Go set it up."

"Really?" she asked, a smile growing on her face.

Harvey nodded. "Really."

Donna moved to wrap her arm around Harvey as Charlie scurried across the room to set up the movie.

"She'll be asleep in the first ten minutes," Harvey told her.

"Exactly," Donna answered as she pressed a peck to his cheek and stepped away. "Why do you think I suggested it?"

Five line fanfic requests are now closed.

[veeparkersstuff]

"It's me! Your ol' buddy bunny Bonnie here!

Oh wait! You're not my buddy! Guess you need to die then.

Sorry, it's just how it goes" - Jin as Bonnie the Bunny🎸

🐰BTS as Five Nights At Freddy's characters according to ChatGPT🐰

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[valstarsandgalaxies]

Last line tag

Thank you so much for the tag @rangerelizabeth !! This is from chapter 5 of my Black hole fic. Actually Elizabeth called it like that one time and then i just stuck with it, cause honestly what was i thinking picking such a long name for a fic lol. (Black hole that fell in love with the Sun, yeah, yeah, i know).

Suddenly it's hard to breathe and his world colapses. Gale loves him. Gale loves him back. His mind is such a mess, he doesn't really feel anything except for the weird mixture of joy and sadness at the things Gale wrote. This letter, it probably makes things even worse. Now he knows how Gale feels and it feels like too much. Like a too precious information for his damaged soul. There's no coming back now. He knows and he'll never forget, he'll never forget seeing those words on that paper. Maybe he'll hear them someday too. But probably not, that would make things even more real, even more scary, it'd ruin both of them.

You know what, I'll be bold today and I'll tag someone I don't really know (we aren't mutuals). Feeling pretty brave now, don't know how long that will last, but here we go i guess. @heretoobsessstuff (so sorry, we actually are mutuals, but I've never tagged you anywhere, so hello!) @skyphloxx @air-exec @euph0riacc

[deep-sea-gigantinism]

i need to teach myself how to draw just so i can draw scenes from my own fanfics because i think about this one in particular 24/7

[bluemantics]

Ring, a small bell tinkled, signaling the entrance of someone into the bar.

“We’re closed,” Lance called from behind the bar, rubbing it down with a cloth. Cream-colored towel smoothed alcohol stains off of the deep mahogany, and Lance stepped back for a moment to take a break and admire his work.

“Do I not get an exception?” a thick western accent drawled. Lance’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Keith,” he murmured. There he stood, just in front of the door, his whole outfit white and black save for his red boots. Lance loved those. They were proof that Keith could be sentimental, if anything.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lance said into the silence. He couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his accent and Keith’s, the irony of him telling Keith to leave. “It’s not safe, Red.”

“Pfft.” Keith sidled up to the bar, a dangerous gleam in his deep purple eyes. Lance shuddered. “Since when has danger ever stopped me… or you, apparently?”

Lance froze, halfway turned to clean up the back wall. “Sorry, what do you mean?”

Keith reached over the bar to grab himself a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass, staring at it and swirling it under his palm, gaze now turned down to the drink instead of Lance.

“What would the people of this sweet ol’ town say if they knew that their kindly bartender was not just hangin’ round with the fearsome outlaw Red, but was an outlaw himself?” Keith quickly looked up to see Lance, expression flint, waiting for the other foot to drop. “Ain’t that right, Blueshot?”

BANG.

Keith stumbled back, hands scrabbling for purchase in his coats, but Lance hopped over the bar in a smooth motion and grabbed his collar. He quickly shoved Keith back to the wall, pressing his back to the dark blue paint. Keith’s hands came up.

“That,” Lance hissed, pointing to the hole in the wall next to Keith’s head. “Was a warning shot, got that? I’m living a fine life right now, alright sweet cheeks? Don’t need anyone screwin’ that up for me. We clear?”

They were barely an inch apart. Lance’s measures breath mingled with Keith’s fast panting, but despite Keith’s obvious distress Lance stayed stock still. Keith’s eyes snapped to the pearl-handled revolver in Lance’s left hand.

He’d shot that with his left hand.

“Fuck, fuck,” Keith huffed. “Yeah. We clear, Blue, just get off, Jesus Christ.”

Lance just hummed, looking down at Keith with an expression he’d never seen on the previously peaceful bartender.

“I dunno,” he purred. “I kind of like you like this.”

Keith’s jaw dropped, failing to form a coherent word.

After a far-too-long (short?) pause, Lance pushed away from him. The gun vanished somewhere at his side. Keith came away from the wall, collecting himself.

“So now what?” Keith demanded, rubbing at his collar.

“Now,” Lance said easily, rolling up his sleeves to clean up more. “Maybe I’ll let you come back if you keep it a goddamn secret. And maybe I’ll see you around more now that we got somethin’ in common. That is, if you don’t get caught.”

Keith looked down to his forearm. A blazing symbol was on his skin, right below his elbow, a… V, just like his own but in blue.

“Alright.”

“Now get out of the bar, Kogane.”

[no-entry-access]

Half the books in this bookstore have titles that make them sound like fanfics

[swimmingdeepbelow]

Wish me luck, oh elders.... I was a Wattpad fnaf and creepypasta kid and I ain't unfamiliar with its existance, but I felt like reading some nonsense, so I have Officially opened ao3 for the very first time outside of looking at something my ex made.

I'll be okay, but whooooo... Its been a while! Will update. If you know any good fnaf fics especially some old ones, let me know!

[atissi]

bloggers who can't shut up are like the foundation of any fandom experience

[konodimada]

More thoughts on Bruabba no one is surprised but I’m obsessed with the fanfics that portray Bucciarati as reluctant to enter into a relationship with Abbachio because he’s technically kind of Abbachio’s boss. Not because it would be an issue if they broke up, not because of anything reasonable, just the optics of dating someone who is technically his subordinate. Like is Passione’s Head Mafioso of Human Resources gonna call them into his office? Have a talk about office romances and power dynamics? Gonna make them take one of those two hour HR courses? It’s up there with “Bruno does paperwork” for me as a fanfic trope.

[drowsystarlight]

Heartbeat Chapter 4 (photo archive); you can read the fic here! 

Didn’t feel great today . Everything sucked and I felt like all my creations Also sucked . So me, being the stubborn person that I am, kept creating out of spite (and finally moved forward with one of my many personal projects)

[hb-writes]

Oooh Clara and Tommy pls! Maybe when she’s older and he’s dealing w Isaiah-

“Clara, please. I’m not ready.”

“Clara, please.” 

Tommy set his hand down over his sister’s as she made to stand. She’d passed close to fifteen minutes with him, not indulging in any drink herself, wanting to keep her head clear for the conversation, though it seemed a lost cause considering the state her brother was in tonight. 

She remembered a time when her brother wouldn’t even consider letting her see him like this, back when he hid the vices that helped him cope. Back when she listened to his orders with a little less reluctance.

Tommy swayed in his seat, his words slurring just a bit. “I’m not ready. It’s not the—”

Not the right time Clara finished in her own head as she scoffed aloud and pulled her hand away. 

“You’re drunk, Tommy,” she said as she stood and walked toward the door to the Garrison. “Or high. Or both, perhaps. And if we’re always waiting on your approval, it’ll never be the right time.” 

Clara turned and left then, not caring about how she ended the conversation, whether Tommy was ready or not, she was done waiting.

[veeparkersstuff]

"I can't run like I used to, but i can pull myself apart just fine!" - Yoongi as Foxy the Pirate🏴‍☠️

❤️BTS as Five Nights At Freddy's characters according to ChatGPT❤️

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[redgoldblue]

hiiii, for the random wip ask game: 💖🍖❌

❤️

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

look....... I expected this to be a difficult question to answer and it is possible my answer would change depending on mood bc there's some solid runner-ups. But it's their kiss after Steve is diagnosed in chapter 5. it's short but it's all very soft and sweet and mutual h/c and emotions-thinly-covered-in-banter and also they still haven't realised/acknowledged they're together. I would put a snippet but I want to keep it somewhat a surprise whenever I finally post it

🍖 [Meat] How many fictional people were harmed in the making of this WIP?

I wanna say... two? Steve and an OC. So far. Also Danny if we're including mental/emotional harm. I promise this is essentially a sweet and fluffy fic

❌ [Cross] What would your WIP get cancelled on Twitter for?

problematic: this author thinks cath is just kind of a cool person who can hang out in a mcdanno fic and care about steve

problematic: this author has too much medical description and some of it's poetic-licensed what is this a house md fic

problematic: this author whumps steve and then turns around and spends half their time comforting danny about it bc characters are complex and relationships should be balanced

wip asks!

[phrogggslayer]

No rush, but do ya have an estimated time for the new book update??

I know you said no rush, but it really feels like people are rushing me when it's only been three weeks since I finished the last fic. It takes a lot of time to write these fics, and it being around finals, with tons of projects and papers due, makes it take longer. I'll post updates when I'm almost ready to post, but expect a few months. Please be patient.

[fagdykevash]

i mean, i see why we didn't, but i rlly wish we saw basil's Something more. like got more detail on what he was feeling and why, yk? how it differs from what sunny sees... that typa thing

[heaurtfk]

ok im super extremely late to this i know but

tua s3 was so damn good 😭😭😭😭😭

other than the questionable dialogue between the sparrows and how basically every one of them just kinda poofed (except ben ofc), i loved almost everything in this season.

i think its because the umbrellas were actually getting their shit tgt and maturing emotionally. save allison who was honestly kinda unhinged but uhh topic for another time. but anyways -

diego and luther finding their wives? good for them!!!

klaus powering up and being a damn good brother? sLAY

five finally stopped caring abt the end of the fucking world? i absolutely loved that for him

vanya viktor learning to relate to her siblings in a healthy way? yes. a thousand times yes.

u wld think that watching the apocalypse go down for the 3rd time wld be kinda repetitive but this season actually slapped. the wedding episode was surreal.

and i cant believe i finished the whole thing in like 6hrs straight. my midterms are in 5 days and im beyond screwed but funny enough I cant seem to regret it hehe :)

excited for s4 but i also heard pretty bad things about it :(((( keeping my hopes high ig