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we said forever (and said it too soon)
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“Do you think, that maybe in another universe, we would’ve grown old together?” The words were whispered quietly into the air between you and the blonde, your heart breaking as you took the sight of her in as the silence grew.
You watched closely as Leah swallowed hard, her eyes meeting yours for only the briefest of seconds before they darted elsewhere, anywhere but at you, and you cursed mentally as you found yourself absolutely smitten with the way the white suit rested so elegantly on her frame.
“…Maybe, yeah…maybe...in another life, perhaps,” the words were followed with a small shrug, a wince accompanying the action as the skipper looked at the ground.
Feeling your eyes starting to sting, you nodded at her words, your own escaping softly as you took a step back slowly, then another, slowly backing away before she could see you break.
“Yeah, maybe in another life…congrats again, I- I wish you two the best, I really do."
#small little idea i got while driving#probably going to regret using this title here instead of another fic but oh well#not proofread as usual#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson imagine#leah williamson#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso#woso one shot#woso community#my writing#five sentence ficlets#wsf#too many tags fuck it
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I'm gonna kick off the 5 sentence ficlets with a little snippet from my wip Maul one shot:
(18+)
He leans down closer to your face.
“No, no, do not get diffident on me now.”
The heat radiating from his body so close to yours thickens your pulse and heats your core, and it doesn’t take you long to get anxious, hips subtly rocking beneath him.
“We are far from finished,” he snarls. “Tell me how I can earn my reward. Command me.”
#It's been like a year since I've done these#indulge me pls :)#five sentence ficlets#wip#maul x reader
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For a pairing: Draco/Harry?
"You can't possibly be serious, Draco," Heir Theodore Nott says, his voice full of censure as he stares at the pendant necklace swinging from Heir Draco Malfoy's fingers.
"I couldn't possibly be more serious," Draco replies smugly as he twirls the necklace, waiting for his quarry to descend the stairs so that he can offer it; the traditional first courtship gift offered by a Malfoy is a pendant necklace.
"He's going to throw it back in your face and refuse," Conte Blaise Zabini states.
Heir Harry Potter steps off the staircase and into the Entrance Hall, sandwiched between Miss Hermione Granger and Mister Ron Weasley, and immediately raises a hand to catch the necklace when Draco throws it at him with a, "Potter, catch!"
The smirk that spreads across Draco's face is unholy when he turns it on his best friends, purring, "Told you," with wicked relish as Harry howls with laughter and dons the necklace, the pendant of which states: Property of Heir Draco Malfoy.
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DPxTheOffice
"He's gonna sell it all 'cause he's Danny Phantom"
that's so fucking funny, i hate how much i love this!! i have made it way too long, rip to my five sentence rule - there's such a goldmine of content here lmao
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"I'd say it's been going on for... about a month now?"
"Two months," Sam interrupts. "It started just after your parents came in, remember?"
"Oh, Ancients, yeah, them. I can't believe I forgot that."
"Yeah, dude, it's thanks to them that this all started!" Tucker's practically vibrating in his chair, far too cheerful about the whole thing.
"Yeah," Danny sighs, looking directly into the camera. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. Thank you very much."
"Danny's parents are ghost hunters, which, as you can imagine, got Michael very excited. And very into ghosts. He accused Meredith of haunting him the other day, now he keeps spraying her with holy water and yelling 'Begone, foul spectre!' He's really taken a liking to Danny's parents."
"Can't imagine why."
"Yeah, and then—then—" Tucker dissolves into laughter, wheezing as he tries to catch his breath. "Then he brings in that personal trainer! In her yoga pants and crop top, with a pilates ball and everything! Sends her over to—to see Meredith, and then—oh Ancients—then when the woman leaves and Meredith is still there, he locks himself in his office and blasts the Lord's Prayer!"
"We think he mispelt exorcist. Hired someone in exercise instead."
"Exorcists are all phoney, anyway! And PTs are only slightly less phoney, so make sure you do your research and get someone that actually knows what they're doing before you commit, kids." Danny says, pointing down the camera. "That's how I got so jacked."
Both Sam and Tucker share a look before bursting into even more laughter. With a soft smack on his arm, Sam can't help but tease, "Please, you're 5'4" and look like you'd break your arm if you ever picked up a ream of paper. No wonder your sales are so low."
"Wow, that's so rude. I can't believe you'd do me like that. I'm 5'4 and a half, thank you."
"That's right, babe, and we love you for it."
Their laughter peters out and the trio slowly pull themselves upright in their chairs, remembering the cameras and the story they're meant to be telling.
"Honestly, thanks to these guys, the past few weeks have been a nightmare."
"Now who's being rude? At least this is one of those fun nightmares that you can laugh about later."
"Nope, this is a normal nightmare that everytime you think you've woken up from, you get back to work and see your boss dressed up in a hazmat suit that your parents sent him and realise that actually, maybe the real nightmare was the work colleagues you made along the way."
"Oh. Yeah, that sounds about right, sorry, Danny."
Tucker puts him on the shoulder and stays silent for a grand total of five seconds before turning back to the camera with an ecstatic grin on his face and a deep breath.
"Anyway, everytime one of us goes into Michael's office, we sneak something off his desk and blame ghosts. Sam's hidden some speakers in the ceiling that play recordings of her crying on a timer."
"I should have been an actor. I also got some of the warehouse guys in on it, so everytime Michael goes down there they'll throw a box or two around and make some ghostly moans. Didn't even ask why, they just agreed."
Sam's back to looking very proud of herself. Danny's back to cradling his head in his hands.
"Is that why Boxy's been about lately? Guys, seriously? I need to sleep!"
The only answer he gets is a shrug as Tucker turns back to the camera.
"Oh, and I've also installed a script on his computer so that whenever he types the word 'ghosts'—or 'goats', again, he's not really great at typing—his screen starts getting all staticky and closes down. He shrieks everytime, it's so funny!"
"I wonder if he'll go with a different PT to exercise his office next?"
"We should suggest P90X—your office ghost free in three months or your money back!"
Sam and Tucker are both burst into laughter, sinking deeper into their chairs as Danny just shakes his head. It takes a solid minute for the two to calm down, and more than one pointed question from the producer to get them back on track.
"Where's it going? Does it really have to go anywhere? Can't the joy of the bit be destination enough?"
"I wish it would go away," Danny groans, still not lifting his head. "I get enough of ghost hunting in my free time, I don't need it here, too."
"I've changed Danny's employee file to list him as deceased just to see how long it takes Michael to notice."
"Seriously? Tucker, really? That's—"
"Genius, Tuck. And then we can be all: 'Michael, what are you on about? Danny's been dead for three years!' I can't wait to see his face!"
"You guys know that Dwight's going to actually try to end me if he finds out, right? Pretty sure Dad slipped him a Fenton blaster before he left."
"You know what they say," Tucker says, grinning directly down the camera, "'Gaslight, Ghost them, Get pranked, boss!'"
#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#dpxthe office#fuck you andy#this was so funny#was going to go with the classic stapler in the jello prank#and just keep it small#but what can i say the spirit of pranking just overtook me and i became a vessel in this dumb little ficlet#thank you for the suggestion!! it was very fun ^^#i knew i wouldn't be sticking to five sentences but like damn. i didn't even try#didn't even get close with this one smh#this is mainly just dialogue and i don't apologise for that. love dialogue
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Precision
Originally written for a five-sentence ficlet prompt on CuriousCat. Anonymous sent: "It has been a year and three months," and kylux, please.
"Is that right?" Hux sniffed, nose in the air. "How many days, then, if you've been keeping count?"
"A year, three months, five days, and," Kylo checked his watch, "two hours."
Hux stared at him for a long moment, then scowled. "It's been three hours," he began, but then Kylo was on him, kissing him everywhere, face and neck and ear and mouth, and he said "I knew you were counting too," and Hux couldn't keep from wrapping his arms around Kylo's neck.
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‘Mooooony,’ Harry’s wails echo through the house and Remus can’t help a sigh from escaping his lips. ‘Help me with my homework!’
‘What’s the magic word, Harry?’
‘Accio?’
‘Don’t be cheeky, you know what I mean.’
‘That’s the magic word you use all the time!’ Remus looks at Harry without blinking in the way he does to convey how little of Harry’s shit he is going to take. ‘Help me with my homework, please?’
‘Now that’s a polite boy,’ he smiles and with a flick of his wand puts away all the work papers previously scattered on the dining table. ‘What’s it, this time?’
Harry climbs onto his chair and sits on both knees to make himself taller. ‘French.’
‘Ah, Padfoot was always better at that,’ Remus mutters, chewing his lip and thinking hard in an attempt to remember the rules and lexicon he had looked over with Harry before. He only comes back to reality when Harry speaks, curious green eyes looking up at him.
‘What’s a Padfoot?’
#this au idea is now going to live in my mind rent free#soo writes#ficlet#like sooo small it’s like five sentence s#harry potter#sirius black#remus lupin#harry james potter#remus raises harry#soft
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I wanted to play, but didn't had any good sentences in head so:
"Eddie is dating again, and Buck is perfectly normal about it"
Eddie is dating again, and Buck is perfectly normal about it.
He's being so, so, so normal about it, actually. Like, if there were a contest of the most normal and chillest people in the world, Buck would totally win that shit.
Seriously, so fucking normal.
Except, well—
Maybe he's freaking out.
Just the tiniest, teeny little bit.
And maybe, sort of, kinda drove to the same restaurant Eddie is having dinner with his date on.
And maybe he's trying really hard not be seen right now.
And maybe, perhaps, he's regretting some life choices that led him here in the first place.
But other than that, he's being super normal.
Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.
#soo so sorry for taking so long to answer#also i definitely wrote more than five sentences but y'know yolo#evan buckley#eddie diaz#evan buck buckley#buck x eddie#buddie#buddie fic#buddie ficlet#911 fic#911 ficlet#my writing#ask games#april gets mail 💌
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"No, to the right, I said, you idiot!" Len yelled, and started running. (for the 5 sentence ask meme, from blueelvewithwings~)
Somewhere ahead and to the left of him, Barry slammed into the wall he clearly hadn’t seen coming.
Len had the merest of seconds to roll his eyes at all good-hearted speedsters everywhere who let their heroic instincts overpower their brains, before Iris’s voice came over the comms: “What did he hit this time?”
“Wall,” Len sighed, reaching the side of a groaning Barry - at least he was looking better than the last time, when he ran right into a open horse box, which was thankfully only full of manure - “and it just now occurs to me that we could use the help of a speedster who hasn’t been compromised by a meta who can confuse people’s sense of direction - care to send Wally over?”
Clearly resisting the urge to laugh, Iris said, “Will do, if you send Barry home for a cuddle - and come and join us as soon as you’ve caught the bad meta, so he can make sure Barry can take a walk without tripping over his own feet first?”
Len looked over at his sprawled-out speedster, imagining him wobbling to the coach and toppling over sideways, right into his and Iris’s waiting arms - and wondered if they could wait to find the meta till after the cuddles.
Send me the first sentence of a fic and I’ll write the next five
#five sentence fic#coldwestallen#weekend fic meme#leonard snart#barry allen#iris west allen#the flash ficlet
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For the fic ask—-
Do you think about that sometimes?
"Do you think about that sometimes?" Anakin asked, as the two of them looked out over the moon of Endor, invisible to all except Luke (but it was Luke who mattered most, really).
"How our lives - heavens, how the world - would be different if we had never met? Well, yes, occasionally," Obi-Wan admitted.
"And?"
"You may be responsible for half the gray hairs on my head, my brother, and there were times, out in the desert, when I doubted...but now that we are here...I would never wish not to have met you, Anakin."
#asked and answered#musewrangler#my writing#fanfic#ficlet#five sentence fic#star wars#anakin skywalker#obi-wan kenobi#disaster brotp#yes i was listening to the rots soundtrack when i wrote this why do you ask
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i dreamt i fell in a lion’s den (and you still came for me)
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“Would you love me even if this goes wrong?”
It’s the terrified look in your eyes, accompanying the words so precariously, so timidly that has Leah nodding in ‘yes’ quickly, easily, simply because it was the wholeheartedly truth and nothing less.
“I love you no matter what…football or not, as long as it’s me and you…”
Words followed by a gentle kiss on your forehead, she wiped your tear-stained cheeks and shot you the most confident smile she could muster, the sight of you in a hospital gown with a bloodied leg, bone nearly showing, not the idea place to be making this commitment.
Squeezing Leah’s hand once more as you swallowed nervously, you closed your eyes as you took in her words, shakily breathing in before nodding to the nurse, your grip on Leah faltering as you’re wheeled away for the next four hours.
#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson imagine#leah williamson#woso one shot#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso#woso community#my writing#five sentence ficlets#idifiald#hurt/comfort
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First of all, Happy Friday. :D If this sparks a imagine in you mind - FSF, High Lord Slytherin and Harriet Potter/Slytherin - grandfather and granddaughter.
Happy Friday! 💖
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"Granpapa," High Heiress Harriet Slytherin says as she toddles into his office, "tea party time."
High Lord Tom Slytherin glares at his best friends, Lord Theodred Nott and Lord Abraxas Malfoy, as they silently laugh at him. He scoops his precious little serpent up in his arms and says, "Should we invite Granpapa's friends too?"
Harriet looks over at them, her emerald green eyes narrowed and her tiny lips pursed before declaring, "No, too old."
Tom smirks as Abraxas splutters gracelessly and carries Harriet off for their afternoon tea party.
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It’s not that Alex wanted to be up this early, believe him he would love to be able to sleep in for once.
And the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule?
It’s not that Alex wanted to be up this early, believe him he would love to be able to sleep in for once.
It's just that Grammy noms come out at the crack of dawn, and with Flynn on the other side of the country with Carrie to promote her fashion line, Alex was the one elected to get everyone up to watch in case they got a nomination.
Willie was first, given he was sharing a bed with him the night before, and usually an early bird. All it took was a few kisses and he was up making coffee while Alex dealt with the other three.
Thankfully the boys were curled around Julie like a pile of codependent puppies, so that meant he didn't waste precious time searching.
Julie was easy to wake up, wave a mug of coffee under her nose and she was a pretty easy riser-even if you weren't allowed to talk to her until she had drained that first cup.
Luke was a restless sleeper as it was, and deprived of his favourite teddy bear-aka Julie, he snuffled awake soon after, blinking up at Alex with a confused expression on his face.
"Surprised you fell asleep with what day it is," Alex said wryly.
Luke leapt out of bed at that, demanding to know if the ceremony had started, running around manically until Julie sat him down with some calming tea and his guitar. "You've got about twenty minutes, it's okay mi vida," Julie assured him.
"Which might be how long it takes for us to get Sleeping Beauty up," Willie joked, pointing at the still slumbering Reggie.
Reggie was a notoriously heavy sleeper, usually needing several alarms to even get him close to drowsy and not log like. Alex often envied him that ability, especially on the tour bus, where Alex usually dozed more than anything.
"Hey Reg, wake up, we got trophies to collect!" Luke yelled, bouncing on the chair.
"Luke, chill. Drink your tea man," Alex cautioned. "You'll burn out before they get to us at this rate."
Willie took Luke aside for some meditation and breathing while Julie went down to the kitchen to make food. Leaving Alex with Rip Van Winkle.
He knew shaking Reggie would never work, and though he was tempted, tossing water on him would only earn Julie's ire since it was her bed. So Alex went for his tried and true approach-tickles.
Reggie squirmed awaked, giggling, batting Alex's merciless fingers away after a few minutes, glaring at the drummer. "Man Lexie, what gives?"
"Luke was about to vibrate out of his skin if you didn't get up in time for the Grammy noms," Willie supplied.
"Oh shit, I knew I was supposed to set an alarm for something," Reggie said with a snap of his fingers, then leapt out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
None of them knew how he did that either.
The rest of the morning was a blur of celebrations, phone calls, interviews, and a whole lot of screaming.
But they were all passed out in Julie's oversized bed by mid afternoon, and Alex already called not it for next time. And every year after that-of which there would be many.
Everyone declared that was more than fair before drifting off into sleep, cuddled together, already dreaming of glory and just where to put all their new statues.
#filled prompts#ficlet#the greater phantoms polycule#julie and the phantoms#five sentences? who knows her?
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For that first sentence ask game: "I didn't realize this drink came with strings and the watchful eye of Big Brother, Bagman."
[send me the first sentence (and a pairing), I'll write the next five (5)]
"I didn't realize this drink came with strings and the watchful eye of Big Brother, Bagman."
Hangman looks slightly pained when she looks back at him across the hightop bar table, and Natasha realizes belatedly that she’s being maybe a little mean to the guy who just helped her dispatch a bigger dickhead just by suggestive hand placement and a too-friendly ‘Can I help you?’ But it’s the principle of the matter—she’s plenty lethal herself; she doesn’t need Hangman’s flinty gaze to do her dirty work for her—so she doesn't feel too bad about it.
“I think those strings came when you started kissing him voluntarily, Phoenix,” Bob offers helpfully from beside her.
“You could be a little nicer to your boyfriend,” Rooster piles on, because he’s a piece of shit.
Natasha turns back to Hangman, tilting her head at him to see if he has any words of defense now that the damsel in distress is him, and not her, but all he has to say for himself—like the illiterate fool he definitely isn’t—is, “Please don’t call me your brother.”
#what is a story?#like a silly goose i only just realized that the game is just the next five sentences and not a contained ficlet#dispatches from my google docs#hannix
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Originally written for a five-sentence ficlet prompt on CuriousCat. Anonymous sent: Kylux - "when I said I wanted us to work more closely, this is NOT what I had in mind"
Ren just looked at him, inscrutable as always behind his mask. After a long moment Armitage gave up, sighed, and tried to twist away, but there was no space; his pelvis ground up against Ren's, and he froze. "This is intolerable," Armitage seethed, willing his face not to go completely red.
It was at that moment Ren finally decided to speak; his voice crackled, amused, through the vocoder in his helmet. "You seem to be tolerating it just fine," Ren said, and with horror Armitage realized that not only did he have a semi, but it was pressed up against Ren's thigh.
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So happy I discovered you through the sentence prompts.
Mine: “You underestimate my power.”
"You underestimate my power."
Alex laughs, then immediately stops laughing at the look on Pez's face. "You can't be serious."
"Do you know, strumpet, for once in my life I am. I know you have your ways of convincing Henry to do things, but I have something you don't have at your disposal."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"Embarrassing childhood stories."
[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and I’ll write you the next five.]
#next five fic sentences#sail-not-drift#kiwiana-writes#that's so lovely thank you!#y'all were SO into this it was so much fucking fun#i did in fact make it off my flight (eventually) and then passed out for 11 solid hours#but will absolutely keep filling these!#however I'm also going to make this one a tease because I said nothing about writing COMPLETE ficlets#mwahaha
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Ramiro/Ángel 46
46 - Family
"Do you miss your family?"
The question is asked far too casually to be anything less than practiced; Ramiro knows Ángel well enough to know that he tries to pass off worries as casual thoughts that just occurred to him. He'd find it sweet that Ángel cared about that if the question didn't dig up the fact that Ramiro would never see them again, that he would be traveling an ocean away and would never be able to return to visit them in the future. His aging mother, his two sisters and their husbands and children... they were all but lost to him now, and there was nothing that could be done to change that or ease that particular pain.
"Let's talk about something else," Ramiro says quietly, and he doesn't miss the way guilt flickers across Ángel's face for the briefest of moments.
#1899#otp: you came back#my original idea for this ficlet was about maura creating the simulation for her family and ramiro fighting back to protect his (ángel)#but it was too much for five sentences!#so have some general angst as they travel to the kerberos!
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