#3sentencefic

[jamiesfootball]

Standing with a cup of tea in hand, Rebecca gave herself a moment to enjoy watching the team perform… some sort of dance number, the likes of which didn’t appear to have anything to do with football or sports conditioning but did seem outrageously fun given how much cheering and shouting it inspired.

Before she’d taken ownership of the club, she’d never appreciated how the energy from the training grounds spilled through the windows; her eyes had only ever been for Rupert.

Those hard lessons learned, she decided her meetings for the afternoon could wait until after she’d paid her team the attention they’d always deserved.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For the three sentence challenge, thanks to @jamiesfootball for the inspiration and encouragement.

Julie Higgins looked out at the many Greyhounds milling about her front yard, watching them talking, laughing, eating, drinking and spraying each other with super soakers. 

When Leslie quit AFC Richmond two and a half years earlier, Julie never expected the team would become part of her family, but when you have five boys already, what’s twenty-two more?

The party would go into all hours of the night, and tomorrow, Julie would need a bucket of coffee and enough paracetamol to down a small horse, but she would have it no other way.

[nativestarwrites]

For the 3 sentence challenge. This was hard! Not sure I'm happy with this but I am happy I've tried something new and challenged myself!

What if someone else saw Jamie in the treatment room after Ted at the end of S1?

If the Greyhounds had won the premier league, Isaac would be over the moon, ecstatic and celebrating with his team mates. He wouldn’t be sat alone in the treatment room, shoulders slumped, lost in his thoughts. His hand rests on the door handle, eyes fixed on the unexpected sight, except… Jamie Tartt relegated them and Isaac can’t see past that; his hand falls away.

[baconandpie1]

Out Of Time

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sorry?

[watch-grok-brainrot]

for the 3-sentence fic: Jiang Yanli + her sword

As Jiang Yanli bounced a tiny Jin Ling in her arms and watched Jin Zixuan bring various objects within range for their son to grab, she no longer lamented her lack of cultivation. Once, she wished she could wield a sword, help defend her brothers, and stand out as the formidable daughter of the Purple Spider. Now, as Jin Ling’s tiny hand wrapped around her husband’s sword, as delight filled her chest and overflowed into giant smiles on her and Jin Zixuan’s faces, Jiang Yanli knew her worth went far beyond her ability to cultivate.

edit: i took the mdzs version of her not having a sword... sorry if that’s not what you wanted!

[itslmdee]

3 sentence fic: Mr Wrong and Maybe Mr Right

When Mike yelled at her, "Stop hugging that damn cat, it'll never love you like I do!" while she held Cinnamon close and kissed his nose, his purrs reverberating against her chest, he sealed his fate.

Anyone that jealous of her affection, anyone that hateful towards Cinnamon, wasn't someone she could trust or love, definitely a Mr Wrong.

When Ben first came to her house and greeted Cinnamon with a smile, and Cinnamon pawed at him, wanting to be picked up, she smiled as Ben scooped up the cat and cooed at him; this one might be Mr Right.

[psychicrunawaybouquet-aus]

@mjsbookshelf three sentence fic:

Sleepy MJ with peter.

When Peter had missed the opportunity to sit with MJ on the plane to the Czech Republic he was disappointed to say the least. But what truly mattered was that on the way back home she sat next to him, holding his hand to sooth her nerves. Three hours in, MJ’s head began to slump until she ended up nodding off on his shoulder, slightly drooling and snuggling contently into his side.

[psychicrunawaybouquet-aus]

@marveltrashandstuffs 3 sentence Peter and MJ cuddling

Peter had only ever cuddled four people in his entire life; His parents (he assumes) May and Ben when he was much younger. He had certainly never cuddled anyone in such an intimate and important way, his heart beat was hammering his nerves spiraling, and yet in his tiny bunk bed, he felt so at home in MJ’s arms.