#six sentence fic

[jamiesfootball]

"oh, that's a little hot. That's much hotter than I expected."

“Oh, that's a little hot. That's much hotter than I expected."

“What are you, four? Move,” Roy said, elbowing Ted out of the way.

“What can I say? I’m a man who’s used to my own oven. You gotta admit though, for a first attempt that’s a good-looking challah.”

Roy didn’t correct his pronunciation. It was still much better than Jamie’s, who couldn’t be trusted with vowels on a good day. He seemed to have picked up somewhere along the way that the only way to say the word was to choke it to death. Phoebe kept pestering him to say it again with all the delight of a toddler pressing a big red button.

From the sound of they’d moved onto new words; ‘chag sameach’ was on the chopping block, punctuated with bursts of giggles. An echoing peal of laughter danced in from the living room where Keeley and his sister were catching Rebecca up on the unwise fiasco that was caroling with the Higgins. Out back the team had some sort of snowman competition going, with Henry as judge.

He set the bread on top of the counter to cool.

The braids were done beautifully.

Beard and Ted hovered over his shoulder. “What do you think, Coach? Looks pretty good, doesn’t it?”

Yes it did.

[abubblingcandle]

For the first sentence ask game: The locker room was disturbingly quiet.

The locker room was disturbingly quiet.

It was never quiet. Since the Ted Lasso Effect, the lads were never quiet. It wore on Roy's nerves on the best of days now that it was his responsibility to keep them on track. But now he would do anything for someone to break the silence. Instead they all stared at Roy as if he had the right words to say to make it all better ... when all Roy could think of doing, was scream.

[tateypots]

This is incredible work from @toomanystoriessolittletime, Dave York is a menace, exactly how I like him!

Loving all the 6 sentence fics, could I get 32 with Dave York? Please and thank you ☺️

oh my... something just happens with my brains sometimes, when I read the name Dave York....

Pairing: Dave York x fem. reader

Warnings: restrains, Dave getting out of those restrains in the most Dave way, teasing, sexual tension, nakedness

Request your six sentence fic

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit," you ran your freshly manicured red painted nails down his naked chest, a manicure he had paid for, as you sat on top of him, rolling your hips over his hard length.

He rolled his eyes at you, his wrists handcuffed to the metal framed bed he insisted you buy when you needed a new one, you having found yourself in his current position more often than you could count.

You shook your head with a sigh, disappointment clear on your face before you patted his chest twice and climbed off of him, intending to leave him there for some time but you should have known better than to turn your back on Dave fucking York.

Before you were even off the bed, his hand wrapped around your wrist, ignoring your surprised scream as he pulled you onto your back and pushed you against the mattress, him now straddling you, his dark eyes glinting.

"How did you...?" you began to ask but he narrowed his eyes and the rest of your words died your tongue as he grabbed the belt that you had taken off of him earlier and used it to tie you against the bed.

Once he was satisfied you wouldn't get away from him he sat himself up, his eyes not leaving yours as he raised his hands, the handcuffs still hanging around one of his writs, his joints cracking as he seemingly set the thumb of his left hand straight he must have dislocated to get out of your cuffs.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, your pussy clenching around nothing as he smiled darkly down at you

"Did you really think some handcuffs would stop me from punishing you, you little brat?"

[thesleepyskipper]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you to @onthewaytosomewhere, @kiwiana-writes, @orchidscript, @suseagull04 and @sophie1973 for the tags today! When I realized I had nothing to share, it actually helped me get started on my next WIP idea! So smooches to all of you for that!😘

This is based on a song from one of my favourite bands called elevator love letter:

Henry’s office is on the twelfth floor of a skyscraper in Canary Wharf. There’s plenty of other offices, plenty of other people, plenty of other lost souls just like him who all make their way here every single day. Day in, day out; commute to and from the building, ride up and down the elevators. Every single bloody day. The routine is, to be frank, exhausting. And that doesn’t even include the actual work of it all.

Tag list under the cut for any friends who would care to share on this November day!

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[junemermaid]

[sentences sunday] mlc fic snippet

so, it's been 84 years, etc. but I have been verrrry slowly chipping away at the taste of pomegranates. here, have a morsel before the work week swallows me whole once again. *

Once Di Feisheng is done, he sits with the sheathed dao across his knees, his hands lax on its familiar curve. Doing nothing. Thinking little. Feeling how the air cools as the charcoal in the brazier burns down to a last waft of smoke.

Li Lianhua fills the brazier again, replaces the little shovel in the charcoal box, and blows on his fingers. His hands are always chilly these days. Di Feisheng lets him bustle; the small noises of his movement are soothing in the same way as oiling his dao. The water pot clinks onto the tea brazier, and Li Lianhua scoops fresh water into it. The fine new leaves Fang Duobing brought give off a faint fragrance of dried jasmine. He remembers Li Lianhua's tastes well.

Then, instead of fussing over the tea things, Li Lianhua comes to the bed and sits down, one knee up, the other tucked against Di Feisheng's. Trusting that either his closeness is permitted or Di Feisheng will tell him otherwise.

He lets Li Lianhua sit. The bed is wide enough, and the warmest place in the room.

Li Lianhua brushes a fingertip over his temple—only his second finger, cool and dry, tracing the shell of his ear and then down along the fall of his hair. Di Feisheng doesn't flinch, no, but a tiny tremor goes through him, and he doesn't think to control himself.

"You didn't sleep," Li Lianhua says. He begins the soft stroke again, from brow to shoulder height, and this time Di Feisheng sits still.

"It won't kill me." His head dips downward. His eyes follow the curling brasswork of the scabbard.

"And that should reassure me?"

Di Feisheng expels a sharp little breath that Li Lianhua can well plumb for meaning. He has nothing better. He feels… not brittle, no, but like a willow wand stripped to its green wood. If its roots are still in the ground, new bark will grow. If not—

"What do you want?" he asks, so hushed it is more plea than demand.

Li Lianhua continues: one long, patient stroke after another, his fingers sinking down to the scalp now, trailing that same path. With a sigh, he puts his chin on Di Feisheng's shoulder. He has a smudge of soot on his forehead, unnoticed. "Do you want me to stop?"

Di Feisheng huffs, again. "I'll be fine. This… cosseting. I do not need it."

If he still has a foundation. If there is something to hold him to the earth. Li Lianhua need not fret about him like he does about Fang Duobing, however he couches it in mock irritation.

His hand, steady and gentle, stops at the nape of Di Feisheng's neck. "Of course not, Lao Di," he murmurs, "but perhaps I do."

tbc

[numptypylon]

———

“He’s so hands-on and full of initiative, isn’t he?” Lujanne cooed, stroking Allen’s enormous biceps. “So strong and capable; don’t you just swoon?”

“Well, the swooniest boy in all the land is still standing, so I think it’s just you,” Rayla laughed.

“I do not swoon!” Callum protested.

“And yet, you instantly knew I was talking about you.”

“I swoon an extremely average amount!”

"Once per adventure, recently down from two?"

———

Excerpt from a S6 chapter of my S4-6 between-canon-episodes fic, Downtime’s Up (successor to my S1-3 between-canon-scenes fics Downtime in Wartime and Upside Downtime). I swear I'm TRYING to write the NEXT chapter, but... S6, man...

[nat-space-obsessed]

Day 6: Immortal AU

I guess the Everlasting Trio ain't so everlasting lmao

Danny's hair is a little funky but I tried!!

I had fun drawing bones!

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences Sunday

Thanks for the tags @confused-bi-queer, @valeffelees, @orange-peony, @thewholelemon, @leithillustration,

@bookishbroadwayandblind and @artsyunderstudy.

We had half the week off from school because of snow, so I wasn't terribly productive since we rarely get this level of snowstorm. I spent a large chunk of each day sledding, building snowmen, and making hot chocolate. With that said, I did accomplish a few things...

STITCHES Most of my stitches this week were spent creating valentines for the Discord exchange. (They are ADORABLE and absolutely top secret, so no previews.) Then, whenever I got tired of how fiddly my valentines are to create, I spent time on making bunny slippers as a finishing touch for doll bunBaz. Look at those tails!

Sentences update can be found under the cut, since it is for my EGF fic, which will not be safe for work.

SENTENCES I continued to make progress on Beautiful Things, my EGF fic. Since it's so short (currently clocking in at roughly 4k), I want to be mindful of how much I share. Here is just the shortest of snips from the opening scene.

Simon yanks on the strap down the middle of Baz’s back, wrenching him from all fours back up to his knees. The winged harness that hugs Baz’s torso like a fragile exoskeleton strains, its black ribs curling tighter over his pale skin, and Baz gasps. ��

What a tease! (*evil laughter*)

Until next we meet!

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[gingerjolover]

idea from your prompt list… i’m thinking reader saying number 28 regarding jbs tramp stamp. a little “me and the boys are getting tattoos” and her not giving reader any other info… then boom. tramp stamp.

I was in the middle of writing something about the tramp stamp and was so stuck, and this helped me sm so thank you anon :)

wc is somewhere around 700 words (short king!)

julien baker x fem!reader - #28 "This not what I expected."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Julien is murmuring against your skin, her lips leaving small kisses on your cheek and jaw. She's half snuggled into you, her body hanging off the bed, arms effectively pinning you down. A yawn escapes you; she pulls back, eyes wide and teasing as she watches you yawn, a grin stretching across her face. It's like she can't help it, leaning in and kissing you again, moving up to your temple.

"Where are you going again?" you mumble sleepily. She laughs lightly, mumbling against your skin, "the boys and I are getting tattoos”. She smiles, kissing underneath your ear when you hum in acknowledgment.

"You'll be back by lunch?" you murmur, half asleep, leaning into your girlfriend's affections. "Mhm, should be back by 1:30... you want me to bring you something?" Julien asks, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your head. She wants nothing more than you to come with her to the tattoo shop, but she also wants you to rest, your body not used to traveling the way hers is.

"Will you guys eat lunch with me?" you mumble, Julien smiling softly down at you, convinced there's nothing sweeter than your sleepy talk. "Yeah...Phoebe, Luce, and I will get take out and bring it home...okay?" she says, rubbing down your back, tapping your butt. "Can I have a hug?" she asks, standing up from the bed. She chuckles, watching you roll over, eyes lighting up when your arms widen, nuzzling into your chest and neck, your hands rubbing her back and patting her head. "You're squishing me..." you breathe out. She squeezes harder, chuckling into your neck, "I wish I could crawl into you....is that weird?" she asks, lips attached to your skin. "You're weird."

"Okay, I'm gonna go if you're going to bully me..." she says, standing up, pinching your hip, and rubbing your bare thigh. She scoffs when you don't respond, your eyes remaining closed before a tiny smirk blossoms on your face. "You're so mean," she says, slapping your thigh softly.

"I love you, Jay," you murmur, watching her slip on a jacket. "I love you, sweet girl," she responds, kissing you again quickly.

"Have fun!" you say, yawning again. Julien blows a kiss, leaving the house.

.

It's about 2:00 when Julien returns, Phoebe and Lucy following behind her. "Hi," Phoebe says excitedly, smacking a kiss on your cheek before shoving her arm in your eyeline. "Oh sick!" you exclaim, tracing the outside of the wrapping. "It looks good, P," you smile at her; she happily hums, putting bags of food on the table. Lucy greets you similarly, kissing your head before showing you hers as well, "I love that you guys have more than one matching tattoo," you giggle. "It's almost like we love each other or something," Lucy smirks, teasing you softly.

"Let me see JB," you request, your girlfriend showing you the same matching tattoo and your initial on her ring finger. "You're insane," you murmur, blushing deeply. She smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, wrapping you in her arms, her hands on your ass. Your hands rub her lower back, and she winces softly, pulling away. "What did I do?" you ask, panicked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy and Phoebe laugh, "No way, did you not tell her?" "Julien!" "Babe, she got a tramp stamp!" Phoebe and Lucy say, talking over each other. Your ears perk up, hearing ”tramp stamp”.

"YOU WHAT?" you exclaim, eyes wide. Julien giggles sheepishly, lifting her shirt and turning around, her jeans sitting low on her hips.

Absurd Freedom. Your girlfriend...has a tramp stamp... that says 'absurd freedom'.

She turns back around, looking at you with waiting eyes. Phoebe and Lucy freeze, watching Julien watch you digest what you just saw. They glance nervously at each other, actively knowing that you'll support Julien no matter what but also knowing that Julien thinks very highly of your opinion.

"This is not what I expected."

"I- but- okay is- are you mad?" Julien stammers.

"Of course not, I just- you're such a nerd," you say, smiling wide. "The myth of Sisyphus... made you get a tramp stamp?"

"You scared me!" Julien exclaims, making Lucy and Phoebe laugh.

"Oh my god, you drama queen, let's eat," you say, pulling her into you and kissing her head.

"Should've seen the look on JB's face after she showed you," "Shut up Phoebe!"

[jamiesfootball]

Or alternatively for the first sentence thing if you want something more whumpy:

“He hated hospitals.”

He hated hospitals.

He hated the red tape that constrained him to the visitor’s area.

He hated the pitying nurses, and how since they’d turned off the screen in the corner, all he had to occupy himself were his busted knuckles and the nausea that grew in his stomach whenever one of the officers looked his way.

He hated Rupert Mannion.

He hated himself for letting Ted keep him from crossing the line.

But mostly he hated how when his sister finally arrived through the same doors they’d wheeled Jamie through hours ago, he knew from her ashen complexion what she would say next.

[abubblingcandle]

For the first sentence thing:

“Everything hurt.”

Everything hurt.

Parts of his body hurt that Roy didn't even realise could hurt.

You don't think about how many key components there are in your knee until you feel them ... snap. And then when you can't use your knee because of the unbridled agony and the unbridled anger of your doctor sister, everything else has to compensate. Your hips hurt, your elbows and shoulders hurt from those damned crutches, your back hurts, and your fist hurts from when you punch the wall upon hearing the likely 9 month recovery period before any return to training.

Roy was in the prime of his life, until his knee fucked it all.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

hey you! thanks for all that you share with us! I'd like to request prompt 69 and/or 77

Hi! I only took one prompt, cause my brain immediately knew what it wanted to write

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Warnings: implied smut (some light fingering while you're in a bar), tension, Javi's filthy mouth

Request your six sentence fic

“I’ll take care of you," Javier hummed against your ear, his hand on your thigh under the table of the bar Steve and him had talked you into coming with tonight.

It had been a long frustrating day at the embassy and usually you would be with your.... situationship, an FBI Agent, right now so he could make you forget about the absolute dumbsterfire that was your job, but he had been sent back home, so here you were, frustrated, horny and flirting with Javier Peña', whose fingers slowly were sneaking beneath your skirt.

"Don't need no dickhead from the FBI to fuck you when, I'm right here bebita," his lips brushed against your ear as your legs slowly parted for him and you could feel him smile before he kissed you just below your ear.

"Want me to make you cum right here?" he asked, his fingers brushing over your soaked panties and you turned your head towards him, your nose brushing against his from how close you were sitting, the people around you disappearing as you looked into his eyes .

Your lips parted in a small gasp when his fingers circled your clit, slowly, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he pulled the soaked fabric of your panties to the side and his fingers slipped through your folds.

His lips twitched into a filthy smirk when his fingers pulled away, only to appear right in front of his lips pushing them between them, his eyes dropping closed as he licked them clean like it was the best thing he ever tasted, making you clench around nothing.

"Or do you want me to eat this little pussy somewhere where I can take my time with you, somewhere I can hear all those noises you gonna make because of me?"

[zuppizup]

“Calm yourself, mage,” Aaravos spoke from the shadows, emerging into the dim light a moment later.

Callum frowned, trying to figure out what was going on. He looked down, seeing his own body before him, marvelling at how his fingers responded to his will…

“Don’t get too excited,” Aaravos continued. “This is merely another prison.”

Getting to his feet, Callum glared at the imposing Startouch. “Where am I?!”

“Nowhere really.” Aaravos chuckled, circling Callum. “The dark recesses of your mind, shall we say.”

“Let me go.” Callum tried to reach out, to feel his connection to the Sky or the Ocean but all he found was endless darkness and nothing.

A wee snippet from an up-coming chapter of In Absentia.

Callum is showing up again!

… or is he?

[thesleepyskipper]

Six Sentence Sunday!

Glad to be back and glad to be writing again! The last few weeks have been draining and exhausting from life and I felt like I didn't even remember how to write.

Thank you to all of you wonderful friends who tagged me in all the writing games over the last couple weeks, I do really appreciate it! I should have the spoons now to write and participate and enjoy your snippets too!

Many thanks to @suseagull04, @onthewaytosomewhere and @cha-melodius for today's tags!

@flufftober is right around the corner and I'm excited to have some stuff to share!

Henry’s sky blue eyes lock in on him and Alex completely loses his breath. Somehow he is even more beautiful in person. Alex has no clue how it’s even possible, but he’s awestruck and he knows he’s staring.

Sparks fly. Every spark that exists in the universe has somehow converged onto this specific spot at this specific second, and he feels each one of them in every cell of his body. Nerve endings he didn’t even know he had were buzzing.

Open tag for anyone who wants to share (and I will definitely be checking out your snippet so please tag me!) and I apologize for my excessive tag list below the cut 😂

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[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I've already shared a few snippets from my trans!Alex Fandom Trumps Hate fic, which I am SO fucking excited about—but I've also taken my usual batshit chaotic approach of 'just write stuff as inspiration hits and fit it all together later', and I realised a not-insignificant period of time into doing this that I'd written some stuff that was inherently contradictory. But I also LOVED it all and didn't wanna give anything up... so long story short, now I have TWO trans!Alex WIPs 🤣 One is the longer, more Big Feelings fic for FTH... and the other is this, which will be a bit shorter. And pornier. I mean, they'll both have porn and feelings, because I am who I am, but... you know. Let's fucking go. (I might try to smash this one out for @rwrbgenderfunkyfest if I can!)

“Jesus fuck, sweetheart.” Alex buries one hand in his own curls as he comes down, the other resting on the top of Henry’s head, who has only moved far enough away to press soft kisses to Alex’s thigh. Henry’s face is a fucking mess, and he looks… well, he would say Henry looks unduly proud of himself, except for the fact that his knees currently have the approximate consistency and weight-bearing capabilities of a particularly booze-heavy jello shot, so really, Henry’s earned the smugness that’s radiating out of every pore. “That was—” “Yes, it was rather.” Henry smirks, his eyes locked on Alex’s as he flattens it, dragging it up towards his hip before planting a hard, toothy kiss there. His hand slides up Alex’s other leg until his thumb is resting at the edge of the scar above Alex’s pubic bone, and Alex reads the question in his eyes half a second before he voices it. “May I?” Alex blinks. In his experience, people tend to ignore his scars completely during sex, even if they have practical questions about the equipment. But Henry’s already sucked him off until he saw God—if he gets any better at it, Alex might die. “If you want.” Henry’s smile softens into something sweet and hopeful and breathtaking, and then he leans forward to press an almost unbearably gentle kiss to the raised skin there. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” It’s so quiet, Alex isn’t sure he was meant to hear it at all.

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@whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[numptypylon]

———

“I tried… wanted to save you, but… I… I didn’t.”

“We’ll take turns, alright? You can be up next with the heroic rescues?” The words felt like rot in his mouth, putrid and acidic on his tongue. Nothing he’d done on board this ship had been heroic.

Heroes saved the world; they didn’t doom it for the sake of the one person they couldn’t bear to lose.

That the world had been spared the consequences of his intent… didn’t change that intent, didn’t change him, didn’t make the crime one bit more fragrantly-delicious.

He didn’t know what he was, but he knew what he was not.

And he knew he had no regrets.

———

Excerpt from a near-future chapter of my S4-6 between-canon-episodes fic, Downtime’s Up (sequel to my S1-3 between-canon-scenes fics Downtime in Wartime and Upside Downtime)