#six sentence fic

[elismor]

For the five sentence fic thing...

I have a bad feeling about this.

I'll leave characters up to you.

Dig me, not altering the first sentence. :)

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

Credit where it’s due, Fives mimics General Kenobi’s delivery with uncanny precision, somehow managing to shift the register of his voice to match. And the accent? Spot on.

“You do not have the Force,” Echo grumbles. “That sabaac tournament was luck!”

"There is no luck, only the will of the --HEY. OW!”

This is for a Six Sentence Fic Challenge. If you would like, drop me a sentence in my asks (with or without a pairing, but please keep it to SW) and I’ll write 5 more. There are two open spots left!

[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.

[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!

@welcometololaland, @cricketnationrise, @myheartalivewrites, @firenati0n

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @noahreids, @alasse9, @14carrotghoul

@three-drink-amy, @anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @cha-melodius, @sparklepocalypse,

@stereopticons, @smblmn, @leaves-of-laurelin, @lilythesilly, @emmalostinwonderland

@nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @piratefalls

@iboatedhere, @nocoastposts, @zwiazdziarka, @firstprincehornyramblings

@clockwrkpendrxgon, @run-for-chamo-miles, @tinyarmedtrex, @getmehighonmagic, @henryspearl

@judasofsuburbia, @heysweetheart-writes, @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites,

@jmagnabo92, @wordsofhoneydew, @theprinceandagcd, @miss-minnelli

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal, @aforgottennymph, @caterpills

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow, @eusuntgratie

@lizzie-bennetdarcy, @dreamtigress, @duchessdepolignaca03, @tailsbeth-writes,

@priincebutt, @stellarmeadow, @softboynick, @fullsunsets, @na-dineee

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @thighzp

@mikibwrites, @swearphil, @flowerfan2, @rarelyrad, @letloverule1111

@endlesstwanted, @glasshouses-and-stones, @swoonoveryou3, @thedramasummer, @jackzimmermemes

@miharaikko, @kj-bee, @dani-dabbles, @henryhenhazza,

@msmarvelouswinchester, @henrys-vodka-shot-glass, @shadegarden, @imintomakinghistory

@littlemisskittentoes, @reagcdfox, @lesliesknopes, @magicmelinoe

[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!

[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!"

[caterpills]

(Six) (Seven) Several Sentence Sunday

Hi everyone! Happy Sunday! Thank you for the tags today from @onthewaytosomewhere @sophie1973 @suseagull04 @thesleepyskipper @blueeyedgrlwrites ❤️

If you're still mourning Halloween being over or just need something really silly for a laugh, I posted my scare actor!Alex fic — If You Got It, Haunt It last week (ngl it was hard to write something short, and get back into the swing of writing things, but I did it!!)

And so! Here is a rough draft bit from my new multichap which will likely change in the edits, you know how it goes. If you've seen this already, no you haven't. 😌

"Who the fuck is that?" Nora asks. "That's Henry. My boyfriend." "That is not your boyfriend." "Yes, he is." "That is a stranger, Alex."

❤️

Probably the first time I actually stayed within in the six sentences!! (And shortest ones to date!)

No pressure tags under the cut (and open to anyone who wants to snag it, but tag me if you use it!!) I hope you're all doing well this Sunday!

@alasse9 @taste-thewaste @firenati0n @thesleepyskipper @suseagull04

@myheartalivewrites @miss-minnelli @judasofsuburbia @thinkof-england @onthewaytosomewhere

@anincompletelist @14carrotghoul @porcelainmortal @wordsofhoneydew @blueeyedgrlwrites

@stellarmeadow @faketrex @sophie1973 @littlemisskittentoes @thedramasummer

@tailsbeth-writes @milowren29 @tinyarmedtrex @sparklepocalypse @clockwrkpendrxgon

@cricketnationrise @kj-bee @thighzp @theprinceandagcd @bitbybitwrites

@miharaikko @dani-dabbles @msmarvelouswinchester @priincebutt

[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?

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Lost

A/N: My entry for the Six sentence Sunday challenge. Hope y’all like it!

Emotion used: Lost

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Six Sentence Sunday

.

His ever erratic heartbeat wouldn’t calm, not when his chaotic, racing mind convinced those turmoiled, brown eyes that he wouldn’t find what he was so desperately searching for.

The house was eerily silent minus for his uneven breaths and soft sighs, missing the melodic laughs you had once brought in, shared sounds of pleasure that once echoed through the walls, or the defeated cries of pain that were indicative of the fights.

Your calming yet delightful presence that grounded him, loving gaze and tender caresses that brought peace to his disturbed soul, pillowy soft lips that soothed his worn out skin, all of which left a physical ache inside of him post your disappearance.

“Why am I still alive, FRIDAY?”

If his AI ever had a conscience, it would tell him to wake up and do the right thing, not lose himself in the self-destructive whirlpool of sleepless nights and abusive doses of coffee and alcohol he was currently in.

Tony Stark was a man lost without you.

[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.

[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 😂

@welcometololaland, @cricketnationrise, @myheartalivewrites, , @kiwiana-writes, @firenati0n

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @noahreids, @alasse9, @14carrotghoul

@three-drink-amy, @stereopticons, @smblmn, @leaves-of-laurelin, @lilythesilly

@nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @orchidscript, @piratefalls

@anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @emmalostinwonderland, @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse,

@clockwrkpendrxgon, @run-for-chamo-miles, @tinyarmedtrex, @getmehighonmagic, @henryspearl

@judasofsuburbia, @heysweetheart-writes, @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites, @iboatedhere

@jmagnabo92, @wordsofhoneydew, @zwiazdziarka, @theprinceandagcd, @miss-minnelli

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal, @aforgottennymph, @caterpills

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow, @eusuntgratie

@lizzie-bennetdarcy, @dreamtigress, @duchessdepolignaca03, @tailsbeth-writes,

@priincebutt, @stellarmeadow, @softboynick, @fullsunsets, @na-dineee

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @thighzp

@mikibwrites, @swearphil, @flowerfan2, @rarelyrad, @letloverule1111

@endlesstwanted, @glasshouses-and-stones, @swoonoveryou3, @thedramasummer, @jackzimmermemes

@miharaikko, @kj-bee, @dani-dabbles, @henryhenhazza, @firstprincehornyramblings

@sophie1973, @msmarvelouswinchester, @henrys-vodka-shot-glass, @shadegarden, @imintomakinghistory

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Thanks @welcometololaland @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @junebugclaremontdiaz for the tags!

*weary sigh* So I'm still sick, which means I've been doing a lot of lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself and scrolling tiktok, and I... may have fallen down a rabbit hole. Between this and all the clamouring on sex club spanking for a sequel, my WIP list is now up to an even 60. Send help.

Alex is grinning as he reads the name he’s drawn, but Henry sees it—the way his smile goes fixed and brittle, the smallest of twitches between his eyebrows—and he knows what’s coming even before Pez leans over Alex’s shoulder and smirks, microphone pressed to his lips. “Alex Claremont-Diaz dancing with… Henry Fox-Mountchristen.” Alex practically stalks over to where Henry’s sitting, thrusting a hand out with the air of a man feeding one of his favourite appendages to a particularly hungry lion. Henry wonders if anyone else recognises how much fun Pez is having with this when he adds: “We are in for a treat with this one, folks.” “Why the fuck do you follow, anyway?” The words barely escape through Alex’s clenched teeth. “Don’t you think it would be more appropriate for you to lead?” “Because I’m a man?” Henry has his competition face on as much as Alex does, so he hopes when he quirks his eyebrow it looks teasing rather than challenging. “Bit of an outdated position to hold, don’t you think?” Alex rolls his eyes. “Not because you’re a guy, Jesus. Because you’re fucking eight feet tall with legs for days.” Henry blinks, suddenly unclear as to the exact turn this conversation has taken.

Tagging @affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @celaestis1 @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @three-drink-amy @tintagel-or-cockleshells @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[junemermaid]

[some sentences sunday]

things I have done today: listen to Enya and be weird about dihua time travel. as you do.

Li Xiangyi goes on, "You demanded I duel you in person before you'd even consider the peace treaty between our sects." "I did." Di Feisheng sets his hands on his knees. "I told you why, afterwards." He presses on the sentence like testing whether a tree branch will hold his weight. They met, once, after that first formal encounter. His lieutenants and the elders of the Sigu Sect had gone to hammer out the details of their agreement. He'd—wanted a moment, he thinks now, away from watching eyes, and found himself in a secluded courtyard, but not alone. They spoke for a time, circling each other, wary and intrigued. In his memory, the afternoon hour still burns like a bonfire. Does Li Xiangyi remember? "Because the measure of a warrior is in their art. You wanted to see who I was." Li Xiangyi sips his tea at last, and Di Feisheng has the impression that it is half to hide his expression. "I told a-Mian—I told someone later that you sounded like a martial artist out of some legend. No real person talks like that." "You're one to talk, Li Xiangyi, hero of the people, saint of the blade." To his own astonishment, Di Feisheng chuckles drily. "There are legends being written of your selfless deeds as we speak." Li Xiangyi's dawning smile sours. Di Feisheng might regret his retort. "Maybe you saw less clearly than you thought, Di-mengzhu." I did. Di Feisheng digs the blunt nail of his thumb into the side of his forefinger. A small point of sensation to ground him. I only learned who you were after I thought I'd killed you.

tbc

[suseagull5914]

Happy Sunday, everyone! Hope everyone has an amazing week!

Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere and @nocoastposts for the tags, and going to take @kiwiana-writes' open tag too because I'm so excited they're back!

A sneak peek of something coming your way over the holidays...

“Good game,” Henry says, holding out his hand for Alex to shake.

“Sure,” Alex nods, still not quite over it- at least, not enough for this particular display of good sportsmanship.

In the awkward silence that follows, June asked, “So how's the roommate search going, Alex?”

She had to ask, didn't she? Alex was already in an admittedly bitter mood and did not want to talk about it. “Not great.” And if we could not talk about it, that would be fantastic, he hoped his tone implied.

Wide open tag, as always, for whoever wants to play! Plus lots of gentle no pressure tags for @anincompletelist @benwvatt @caterpills @blueeyedgrlwrites @cha-melodius @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @emmalostinwonderland @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @glasshouses-and-stones @heysweetheart-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @missgeevious @myheartalivewrites @msmarvelouswinchester @theprinceandagcd @rockyroadkylers @thesleepyskipper @thinkof-england @wordsofhoneydew @welcometololaland @14carrotghoul @zwiazdziarka @tailsbeth-writes @judasofsuburbia

and @sophie1973