#thanks for the prompt Shandi!

[buckychristwrites]

Number 23- pretend to be my date with Jamie 🙌🏻

WAIT okay so i’m changing the whole prompt but same concept okay

23.) “Pretend to be my date.”

“Can we please leave?” Jamie whined, setting the empty beer bottle on the bar top. “Fuckin’ loud in here.”

“We just got here!” Sam exclaimed, shaking his head at his friend. “Give it time.”

Jamie glanced around the pub exhaustedly. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be at home, lying down. He had just found out about Keeley and Roy’s engagement, and though he was incredibly happy for them, it was also a reminder of how incredibly, pathetically alone he was.

“Hi,” A voice said from behind. Rolling his eyes, he turned to find you, hands behind your back and standing awkwardly.

Another fan, he thought to himself. Just what I need.

“Hi,” He sighed. You introduced yourself, in a way that made a furrow in his eyebrows.

Do you not know who I am? He wondered

“This is gonna sound weird but…” You started, glancing around before turning back to him. “Will you be my boyfriend for five minutes?”

He stared at you blankly before leaning his head towards you.

“What?”

Without answering, you linked your arm with his and tucked yourself into his side. Eyes not on him, he followed your line of sight to find you staring at Shandy, who looked appalled as she stormed over.

“Jamie!” She exclaimed, looking between the two of you. “How the fuck do you know each other?”

You looked at him with surprise, as if you didn’t expect Shandy to know him. He was staring at you with a similar look.

“We go to the same dentist,” You explained immediately.

“I didn’t know you dated footballers!” Shandy said in a tone that was trying to feign excitement while hiding the resentment. It didn’t fool anyone.

“Well you know…” You looked at him, eyes burning through his, as you brought a tender hand to his cheek, your fingertips brushing his skin. “With a face like this… who wouldn’t?”

Jamie could feel the blush in his cheeks. The contact wasn’t enough, now you were complimenting him? He couldn’t handle it.

As if you could read his mind, you turned and planted a peck to his unsuspecting lips. His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, threatening to explode out of his chest.

“Well…” Shandy said, crossing her arms over her chest. A beat passed where she didn’t say anything else, until finally she stormed off again. You pulled away quickly as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Sorry about that.” You shoved your hands in your pockets. “I knew her in school. Fucking cunt. She asked if I was seeing anyone. I panicked.” You let out a nervous laugh, and Jamie did the same. Glancing around, you sighed. “I’ll leave you alone though. Thanks for your assistance.” You gave him a shy smile before walking away.

He watched you go.

What just happened?

His feet pulled him forward after you.

And how do I make it happen again?

[madamairlock]

112.) “I’ve never seen someone look so cute & ridiculous at the same time.” For Shandy. Please & thank you.

Also, adding your prompt to my ever-growing list of fic prompts. So, it may be a while before I get it written & posted. Lol!

Sharon had grown used to the silence in her condo and had quickly learned to value it. The silence only made the noises of her children more special when they visited. It had been an adjustment after Rusty moved in, then Andy, and now she had adjusted to the new normal in her condo, only for changes to loom in the new year as her and Andy prepared to sell it and buy a home together. It gave her one more Christmas in the condo with her family by her side.

"Ricky, if you steal one more piece of cookie dough, you won't be getting any done ones later!" she threatened, watching her sons from the corner of her eye as she rolled out the gingerbread dough and second-guessed her decision to have everyone in such a small space for the week.

The kids had gotten a hotel and Rusty had opted to stay with them, leaving Sharon and Andy alone at night. They had returned early the next morning and she had fought to get them out of the kitchen so she could tackle her baking.

"Mom," Ricky whined, hand already reaching for the bowl of dough she had foolishly left within his reach. "The dough is the best part!"

"You're going to get salmonella." She leaned over and grabbed the edge of the bowl, pulling it just out of his reach before his fingers could snatch more raw dough.

"No one gets salmonella from eating raw cookie dough." He crossed his arms and Rusty mimicked him, but Sharon only shook her head and returned to her task.

"They do," Emily corrected from across the counter. She stood on a step stool, Andy worriedly by her side. "With how much you've eaten in the past five minutes, you're probably well on you're way there."

Sharon hummed her agreement and looked up long enough to smile at her daughter.

"Hey, you've been eating some too, Mom!" Rusty leaned forward with his elbows on the counter and stared accusingly at Sharon.

"Someone has to taste it to make sure it's okay before they go in the oven." She shrugged innocently and turned around to grab the gingerbread cookie cutter.

When she turned back, she found Ricky's arm reaching out for the bowl again. She immediately gave it a gentle smack and shot him another warning glare. He obeyed and jerked his arm back with a dramatic yelp, but his hand caught the open bag of flour and knocked it over. White powder flew into the air, coating his and Rusty's arms, the counter, the cookie dough, and all down the front of Sharon's Christmas apron. She jumped back, hands held up in surrender.

The commotion made Andy and Emily look over and both burst into laughter, Ricky and Rusty soon joining in. Sharon glared at them all, but the layer of flour softened it and only made everyone laugh harder.

Andy quickly rounded the counter and grabbed a dish towel, but quickly thought better of it and instead moved to untie the apron so he could gently lift it away from her and try to limit the flour hitting the ground.

"I’ve never seen someone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time," he commented softly, his hand resting on her hip as he set the dirtied apron aside.

"You're not helping," she warned, but he could see the twitching at the corner of her lips.

"I'm not trying to." He grinned and that was enough to do her in.

She rolled her eyes but started laughing too, leaning back into Andy's arm after he fully wrapped it around her. She stared at the mess her kitchen had become, but shook her head and smiled happily.

[kate04us]

WIP Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @holy-ships-x-red-lips. Thanks for the tag!

Daring to Be Free

Emily

lost baby AU

timetravel

Shandy comfort

Laura The Oath

sensual Sharon

What do you need me for

Shandy Christmas blind date

smut workout - crossfit - dom/sub

angst prompts - how many times am I supposed to forgive you

dark shit

more dark shit

Those are only the ones where I still have a vague idea what they were supposed to be about.

Tagging: @fracktastic @virtualtaleinternet @thevulcanbobdylan @splodge04 and anyone else who wants in on the fun.

[mimine666]

@theshadowsedges has possessed me and would like to request the soft fall prompt of baking cookies for Shandy, or whoever you prefer!!!! Please and thank you :)

Thanks to you and the ghost ;) Got inspired but couldn't transcribe what I had in mind as well as I wanted. Here we go :

Andy woke up to a cold bed. He moved his hand around. No one, just cool sheets. After a nice and hot weather during September and October, autumn was finally really here. Trees lost their leaves, days were shorters, nights were cold. It was ok though because orange and green were definitively Sharon’s colors. He loved to see her in wool skirts, boots and cashmere cardigans. He loved to read books, cuddled on the sofa with her. He loved to walk hand in hand in the crisp air, waves crashing on the deserted beach, holding her in his arms regularly to warm her up. 

And he loved ginger and cinnamon, especially when that smell greeted him like that, just as he woke up. He smiled immediately, beyond happy despite the difficult last weeks. Sharon didn’t cook much, except for pastries. And her lack of talents with salty food was more than compensated for in the sweet domain. She could be a chef, that’s how good she was. His mouth was already watering, just imagining what she could have done that smelled so good. 

What surprised him, upon opening their bedroom door, was to hear several voices. They had chosen to spend the weekend at his place to be just the two of them and gave Rusty some much needed space. Plus the doctor said making sweet, gentle love was part of his rehabilitation. Both Sharon and himself had his well being at her. But it wasn’t Rusty, nor was it Emily or Ricky. No, it was young voices…

He walked quietly, intrigued. Their backs to him were his, his… well he couldn't think of her as anything else than his wife. So their backs to him were his wife and two grandkids. Both standing up on a chair to reach the counter, Sharon was standing behind them, explaining in a calm and gentle voice how to roll the paste in a snail form to do what he believed to be Cinnamon Buns. It was his favorite pastry ever. He couldn’t help but to feel his heart swell with love and gratitude.  

He watched her remove a baked batch from the oven, mindful of the children. He noticed then that she was wearing one of his shirts over a pair of leggings. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, something she did only when doing sports or before she showered and did her hair.  How she ended up in his kitchen, attending to his grandchildren, so early in the morning, he didn’t know but he was beyond thankful to have such a loving and devoted partner in his life. He was at the autumn of his life and was for the first time ever in a happy, healthy relationship with a wonderful woman and with his daughter. He couldn’t ask more, just hoped to still have more time with them. And one day, soon, to get to call her his wife, for real. 

[jamiesfootball]

Some random fic questions for you!

1) in the Leverage AU you definitely aren't writing, which episode(s) are you most excited to (definitely not) adapt?

2) how did you come up with the ideas for the subplots in OGYGGI(YHNBGL), and how did you go about weaving them all together? (also typing that acronym requires. concentration)

3) free space! answer whichever question you wish people would ask about your fics

Aaaaaah, I love random fic questions! Thank you!

1) in the Leverage AU you definitely aren't writing, which episode(s) are you most excited to (definitely not) adapt?

While I have a massive prompt table (that I shared somewhere in my leverage au tag forever ago), I'm fairly sure I won't end up using all of them. That said, there are a few episodes in particular that have been added to the Web Of Character Arcs and are for sure getting used:

The Juror #6 Job (with Roy as the juror)

The First David Job / The Second David Job

The Broken Wing Job

The Grave Danger Job

The Three Card Monte Job

The Rashomon Job

Of the ones I'm most looking forward to adapting, I think The Three Card Monte Job is at the top of my list. It's going to be the Jamie's dad turns up episode.

Now. For job titles I currently have on the chapter list:

The First Second Job

The Little Sister Job

The Equity Trust Job

The Juror #6 Job*

The Just Married Job

The Faberge Dilemma

The Hammer Job

The Broken Wing Job*

The Son's Gambit

Special Note: The Broken Wing Job, while it shares a title, is very much not a fun little one-off romp and is not a 1:1 retelling of the episode it's named after. The Juror #6 Job, on the other hand, is very much like it's namesake, only with Roy in the place of Parker trying to learn how to get along with people without cracking skulls. Growth, baby <3

2) how did you come up with the ideas for the subplots in OGYGGI(YHNBGL), and how did you go about weaving them all together? (also typing that acronym requires. concentration)

(I rely on my phone for the acronym now)

The subplots were very much a listing of 'here's everything I wish they'd handled differently in the finale, now what can I do to fix this?'

Jamie - I think we know this one. His dad. That scene of him visiting his dad in rehab. This was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. This is what took it from 'hey I wrote a thing about Roy and Jamie discussing him reaching out to his dad' and turned it into a multi-chaptered behemoth

Roy - very much did not care for the fight in the last episode, and what (to me) felt like a lack of resolution. Did very much like that he decided to go to therapy. Decided to spin it so that the fight was why he ended up in therapy. Now I get to talk about both of those things as much as I want- yaaaaaaaay

Sam - Why. Why would you definitively have Akufo say Sam would never get to play for the Nigerian team. And then have the next thing be a shot of him on the Nigerian team. WHY. So the basic outline of Sam's subplot in this fic is him vs. Akufo, who has built a Nigerian restaurant right around the corner from Sam's restaurant.

Colin - I'm so sorry, buddy, but that kiss definitely outed you. There were cameras, bud. There were so many cameras....... HOWEVER. That is not the totality of Colin's arc! Colin's arc is very much a 'what now?' sort of thing that I shall continue to be vague about.

Keeley - Look, the show may have been lazy in her plot lines, but they left a lot of solid, strong storybeats to play around with. Her subplot really focuses on the rebuilding aspect of everything: rebuilding her relationships with Roy and Jamie, rebuilding her company under the weight of crushing guilt and debt that she now feels to her best friend for bailing her out, rebuilding her image after the leak, the breakup, and Shandy (jesus). She has a lot going on, and due to the messiness of her interpersonal relationships, there's no one area that doesn't affect the others.

Beard - Beard and Jane happy ending my beloathed. You weren't even in the first draft, but boy if I didn't find a way to sow the seeds of your inevitable destruction by lowkey giving Beard a new foundation for his support system

Nate - I just feel like they got him like. 90% of the way there. There's just a little more fine-tuning on his character arc I'd like to spiff up.

Higgins - just kidding nothing to fix here, I love him for who he is. Someone's got to keep a level head around here and keep the boat moving forward

Isaac - oh I'm sorry did you think I forgot about my boy the way my show forgot about my boy? Nuh uh. Subplot for Isaac.

As for how I weaved them all together? I've got no idea. Really, I don't. When I started to outline everything, they all just- slotted in together. I think a part of what made that easy is I have this (usually unmet) want for characters to interact with people outside their immediate plot lines in meaningful ways, which ultimately makes them part of the plot line. For example, if Sam is struggling with Akufo, then it makes sense that Jamie, someone who likes Sam, would already have sought Sam out for his own reasons. It's not like I'm doing backflips to get everybody in the same room. By wanting to be in each other's lives, they naturally become part of each other's plots, whether they realize it or not.

3) free space! answer whichever question you wish people would ask about your fics

Okay, this one stumped me, so instead I've found a question from one of those ask games:

What fic are you most excited about publishing/updating next?

The next chapter of OGYGGIYHNBGL! It is written! It is obscenely long! Longer than the first chapter! 22k words and 66 pages! But it is badly in need of edits and still has the odd [bracket fix this later] and I've just been so burnt out lately that every time I look at it I want to cry.

But that is my goal for this weekend! I want to get a decent chunk of this thing edited. I'm quite excited for it to finally see the light of day.

[hekate1308]

Just In Case This Doesn't Work

Prompt: Just in case this doesn't work

Fandom: White Collar

Pairing: Gen

It’s nothing new that they should have to meet up with members of the mob, nor that they should be undercover while they’re doing so.

But even knowing that, there can be no doubt that today is a very dangerous day indeed.

Mark Ellis has been known to kill to get his hands on the paintings he wants and sell those he doesn’t (while a part of Neal can sympathize with ardent love for art, this is a line that he himself would never cross) and this is a Vermeer they are talking about, after all. It just so happens that White Collar has been trying to find this painting for months now, and that means that Peter insists on going in himself. Now, Neal knows that Elizabeth has reservations – who wouldn’t have? – and quite frankly, he isn’t eager on his best friend putting himself into danger like that either, so he makes sure he gets to accompany him. They need someone who can pass as an art expert anyway, to show they’re serious about verifying it’s indeed the Vermeer. When he first announced it, it was Peter who protested, but he went to Hughes so he doesn’t have a choice but to take him with him.

And so here they are once more, about to meet a very dangerous criminal.

He can tell Peter is nervous, which is never a good sign, but then, Neal isn’t feeling particularly positive about all of this himself.

It only gets worse when his friend does something rather unusual.

“Here” and Peter passes him a gun, “Just in case this doesn’t work.”

“What do you –“

“If we don’t get out of here, I’ll provide cover, and you get out of here.”

Now, he doesn’t like that plan one bit. “But –“

“Neal, I’m the agent, you’re just the CI, and you’ll do what I tell you for once.”

He absolutely has no intention of doing that, but Peter looks so serious that he knows they can’t have this discussion now, especially because Ellis arrives at that very moment.

He takes a deep breath and rights the glasses he’s wearing as part of his persona as Doctor Shandy, expert in 17th century Dutch art. Peter, meanwhile, is supposed to be a collector who is quite as happy to break the law to get what he wants as Ellis.

They are greeted politely enough; the two men standing behind Ellis are clearly armed. Neal finds himself thankful for the weapon Peter handed him, even though he doesn’t like guns one bit. But if something happens…

He tells himself that there is absolutely no reason to assume something is going to happen.

And then something happens.

Neal has just made a big show out of proving the Vermeer they are about to acquire is, in fact, the Vermeer while Peter and Ellis make what people like the later consider as small talk, meaning bragging about their respective art collections. Neal himself has never thought much of those who collect and then brag about it – it should be enough that one can enjoy them whenever one wishes; but really, what did he expect with someone like Ellis?

Actually they are still in the middle of speaking when Ellis clears his throat and asks, “And, Mr. Caffrey, are you satisfied?”

He actually needs a moment to realize why Peter’s breath catches in his throat but then he straightens up.

“You didn’t really think I would not be aware of someone like you? I do my research. As for you, Agent Burke, you should probably have chosen a better partner…”

He knows Peter can draw his own weapons within seconds, if need be, but he’s busy trying to figure out how to get them out of here in one piece. Ellis has no scruples and would probably rather kill them both right here and now rather than –

Than –

He looks down at the table and swallows. Everything in him is screaming out not to dop this, but he has to consider his priorities, and right now, his uppermost one is their survival.

So he does what he needs to do. “True” he announces “Because someone who really loved art would never do this…”

And he flips the table so that the Vermeer lands right on Ellis and his henchman (plus said table, of course).

He grabs Peter’s arm. “Let’s get out of here.”

And they make it just in time before Ellis and the two men manage to get up, mostly because the boss furiously barks orders to ensure the painting will not be damaged.

It might already be too late for that, really.

They don’t stop until they are several streets down from where they started.

“Neal” Peter pants, “Do you even know what that’s worth?”

He shrugs. “Better than you do. But there are some things that are worth even more.”

Peter rights himself and looks at him. Finally, he says, “We’ll make an agent of you yet.”

Neal doesn’t know where to look.

[leightvblogs]

The Bartender and The Doctor

24th February- Bartender | Hello (Adele)

Prompts - Bartender | Tortilla Chip | Hello (Adele)

John Smith’s night running the bar ends up more exciting.

John Smith was an experienced bartender in London. He always loved looking after his patrons and spent plenty of years in the trade. One of his patrons in particular had won him over.

“Hello, it's me

I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet

To go over everything

They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing”

Professor River Song often visited John’s Bar and as one of his regular patrons. She loves coming to his bar. It reminded her of the US sitcom Cheers which she has began watching. She thought what was wrong with Sam Turner but she enjoyed Frasier Crane and he had a show called Frasier.

River walked into the bar after work. She saw John look on at her with interest. She gave him a friendly smile and went to the bar.

“Hello Dr Song and what can I get you,” he asked.

“A glass of shandy please?”

John got to work preparing her drink.

“How are you doing,” he asked

“I am doing good thanks John,” she replied, “Tough work day to be honest but I won’t note you what it.”

“You won’t bore me,” John said before whispering, “You and Missy are the only ones who are able to engage in great conversation.

“Alright,” she said with a smile.

As River engaged in conversation, John was starting to realise he was attracted to Dr Song. He knew it would take time to know of River would feel the same but the answer was right in from him.

“Hello from the other side (other side)”

[mxliv-oftheendless]

GURL I GOT ONE~ #14 with StarChild and Velma~

14. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

Starchild didn’t get annoyed at Velma often. Even though, as Demon kept pointing out, there were plenty of things that could potentially annoy him; her deadpan, her commitment to logic and reasoning at literally all times, her blunt honesty, her sarcasm... everything Velma herself had pointed out to him. 

But he didn’t get annoyed by these things. He loved all of that about her. Yes, she was deadpan and sarcastic, but she was also caring and kind; yes, she was logical and blunt. but honestly, after everything Starchild had seen and done in his life it was nice to be with someone so grounded and rational. And he couldn’t help but love her blunt honesty, even when it was directed at him. He knew she wouldn’t lie to him, not unless something managed to shake even her. 

The one thing he did get a little annoyed at... well, very annoyed at... was her utter lack of faith that she was lovable. 

Outside of academics and intelligence, Velma had no faith in herself when it came to dating. And Starchild knew why, and he hated why, and he tried to remedy it, but he couldn’t help but get a little irritated once in a while. She didn’t even realize how great she was. 

“I mean can you believe this?” he ranted to Demon one day. “She thought she would look ugly in anything outside of her turtleneck and skirt. Like she could ever look ugly! What kind of things have people told her that make her think she’s ugly?!” 

“I don’t know,” Demon replied bluntly. “Just like all the other times you’ve complained to me about this.” 

“I’m not complaining! I just... I hate that she feels that way about herself.” Starchild rubbed his arm. “Because I’ve felt that way about myself before... She’s amazing, and I just can’t believe more people haven’t told her that.” 

“Well you can tell her yourself,”

“Why?” 

“Because she’s standing right behind you.” 

Starchild froze and whirled around. There in the doorway stood Velma, looking at him with widened eyes. Demon got up from his chair and stretched. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Good luck.” 

He left the room, passing Velma on his way out. After a couple long moments of silence (very awkward silence), Velma walked into the room. “Um... sorry I eavesdropped on you,” she said sheepishly, averting her gaze. “Did I do something wrong, or...” 

Starchild felt, in spite of himself, another flash of annoyance. “You know you don’t have to apologize, right?” 

“Yeah, but I feel like I have to,” 

“Well, you don’t. And you didn’t do anything wrong, you just...” He sighed and hugged her. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” 

“Um... hopefully only good things?” 

He cracked a smile at that. “Well yeah, but also... I hate that you don’t have more faith in yourself.” 

“Well... no one but criminals have ever given me attention that lasted longer than a few seconds. Eventually you’re going to wonder what that means.” 

“I know, but...” Starchild sighed again and held her a bit tighter. “I’m not trying to make you feel worse...” 

“I know,” Velma’s voice was muffled by his shoulder. With his platform boots he was a whole foot taller than her. “I can try not to be so negative.” 

Starchild brightened a bit at that. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to... I just don’t like hearing you talking badly about yourself.” 

“I can... not do that more often. Who knows, maybe it’ll be good for me too.” 

Smiling, Starchild laid his cheek on her hair. “That sounds good. You know I love you, right, Velma?” 

“I know... I love you too.” 

[ladyshandioftheendless]

“You really thought I was dead?” Heather and Eric the Catman being bros after she rejoins the group?

I thiiiink I know what I can do with this one~ I hope you enjoy! {this is set after KISS and Heather return to KISSteria in Rock and Roll Mystery~}

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Heather had to wipe tears from her eyes. After 27 years..she was home. Her powers had been returned to her. All was as it was supposed to be. Upon her return to the Sisterhood’s Temple she was welcomed back with joyous tears. To think she was convinced they had forgotten about her. In her room she weaved a small spell, conjuring a framed photo of herself and the Scooby Gang that she had kept on a mantle in her old home. She smiled, kissed the photo and set it next to her bed. “I promise I will never forget you~” When she opened the door StarChild was there waiting for her. “Come along, old friend. We have much to catch up on~” 

~*~

“I see you’ve gone through some changes yourself~” Heather mused as they rejoined the others. StarChild chuckled softly and shook his head. “It’s been quite a tumultuous time admittedly. I’m certain you..heard some things while you were on Earth.” She nodded, looking down at the floor. “I did. I’m so sorry about Fox. I’ll miss him..” 

“As will we all. My only solace is that the ones responsible have paid for taking him from us.” 

“Indeed they did. And it felt damn good. I also heard you had a human with you for quite a few years~” 

“We did! Bruce was a fine addition to our family. Kind, talented, handsome..incredibly unique among his kind~”

“So what happened?” 

“Ultimately..he wasn’t enough to keep us all in balance. He was a human after all, with no special powers of his own. The Rock of KISSteria eventually started to weaken because of the imbalance. We had to let him go.”

“Does he know the truth?” 

“Oh yes, he knows. He’s still reeling over the fact that he’s friends with ‘rock and roll aliens’~” 

Heather laughed. “Sounds like an interesting guy! You’ll have to introduce me~” 

“Whenever we decide to return I most certainly will~” StarChild opened the door to the Assembly Hall where the others were waiting. “I think you’ll agree that the newest members of our family are fine additions to the title of Guardian~ I’m sure you remember Tomaziel and Eryk~” 

“Of course! At first I couldn’t believe it when I saw who they were! Tomaziel..I’m certain your King must be proud of you~” Tomaziel nodded. “I hope he is. He chose me personally to be his successor. I can only hope I can be as great as he.” She smiled and patted his shoulder. “From what I’d seen on Earth you’re doing a damn fine job~” She turned to Eryk and ruffled his hair. “The last time I saw you, you were just an Apprentice! Look at you now!” The brightness in the young CatMan’s smile lit up the entire room. “You were a surprise to us too! We uh..we thought..” 

Heather blinked. Then blinked again. She looked around at the others who were all looking very awkward. “You..you all really thought I was dead..?” Demon grumbled and crossed his arms. “When we heard the Crimson Witch had returned we did start thinking the worst...we’re not proud of it.” 

“You were saying that, Demon..” Eryk chimed in, “..but I kept telling you that nothing could kill Black Dahlia!” When Demon grumbled more Heather laughed again. “I’ve missed you guys so much~” she said, throwing an arm around Eryk’s shoulders. “And I think you and I are gonna be good friends~” 

[ila9182]

Okay, so this whole frakked up situation (quarantined in Italy) is getting to me and it doesn’t help my mental health...

I want to try to keep my mind focused on something else than my worries... Writing has been a really good help for me so far.

So, if you like one of these prompts, send it my way. I’ll work on it. I can’t promise it will be as quick as usual, I can’t promise the result will be just as good... and I might also write a lot of angst or hurt&comfort stuff... but I’ll work on it with the passion I always put into my writing! Thank y’all 💜

Prompt List #5

Other Prompt Lists

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even like me…it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all…that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.”

“I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.”

“I don’t…i’ve never…been in a relationship and i’m going to make mistakes…I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.”

“You really thought I was dead?”

“I want to believe, I do…I just…how can I believe in something that I can’t see?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“I feel sick…so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!” 

“I want you to be happy…even if its not with me.”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t forget me?” 

“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

“I needed you! I needed you!”

“Now it’s over…I don’t really know what to do.”

“Do you ever think?”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” 

“How can you drink that stuff?”

“Oh no…he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them”

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just…I can’t imagine you not here.”

“I just want you to be happy…”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Stop apologising for other people! You’re not the shitty one!” 

“I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too…I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that.”

“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“That’s another way of saying you’re an arsehole.” 

“Can anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?”

“God, I love your face.”

Twirling a strand of their hair

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…”

“I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“I am fed up of half measures. I deserve better”

“Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!”

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“I don’t think you’re annoying…I know…I don’t…I really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..”

“I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.”

One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin. 

Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion

Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like… oh no he/she’s hot. 

Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since they/him/her left/died”

“You are an uncultured swine! There I said it!”

“I know I should be happy…I did well…I always do well…so why can’t I believe in myself?”

“Please do your homework, for me? Just one time…”

“I said one time, y’know…you didn’t have to actually start studying. Not that I’m not proud or anything.”

“Go big or go home”

“I’m already home.”

“I lost my wellie boot in the river…”

“I wish I knew who they were…”

“It was that bad here?”

“I look at you and I…I feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I don’t think I can forgive and forget.”

Brushing hair from their face

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

“Should I go first or…do you want to go?”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin your party.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis…What. A. Dick.”

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

“If you don’t get that stick out of your arse, i’ll do it myself and beat you with it.”

“Could you come get me?”

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

“I just thought that since you weren’t feeling too good, maybe this would help.”

The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

“Oh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!” “She/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldn’t it be used to the disappointment by now?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

“A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

“You have wronged me so bitterly…”

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

“Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

“I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“So I had this really vivid dream…”

[loth-wolffe]

(not me making this awful cover but i wanted this to have one lmao. i do not own the picture i used, so credits to whomever made this lovely pic)

So first of all, I just wanted to say thank you so much for the 100 followers LIKE?????? where did thAT come from I just- you guys are sO AMAZING !!! I am beyond grateful for all of your support and your kindness and I'm so happy interact with you pretty people.

I really don't have any rules, nor characters I don't wanna write of that I can think of as in right now. (please if state if u want it to be nsfw bc my first instinct is write sfw stuff)

ANd, as a thank you, I made this super duper fantastic song lyric prompt list that you can choose from (you can absolutely send in a lyric that isn't in the list if you want) and just send me a sw character and we'll see how that goes!

SO HERE IT IS:

Song lyric prompt list

• already requested, but you can ask for them again!

1. I don't need anything fancy, I just need me and you slow dancing. - Slow dancing by Aly and AJ.

2. I've been trying hard not to talk to you/act a fool. - Sunflower vol. 6 by Harry Styles

3. Say it's been long six months, and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. - How you get the girl by Taylor Swift

4. And if you have a minute, why don't we go? Talk about it, somewhere only we know. - Somewhere only we know by Keane

5. To the strand, a picnic planned, for you and me. - From Eden by Hozier

6. Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. - Yesterday by The Beatles

7. I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you. - Fallingforyou by the 1975

8. Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone, in a day or two. - Take on me by a-ha

9. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do. - Like real people do by Hozier

10. You wanna say no, no, it ain't gonna work, but then you fumble your words, oh you're running out of reasons. - Running out of reasons by The Wanted

11. You love me, but you don't know it yet. - Happy accidents by Saint Motel

12. I don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay. - Level of concern by twenty one pilots

13. You know I talk too much, honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up. - Talk too much by COIN.

14. I know that you're scared because hearts get broken. - Golden by Harry Styles

15. I try and try to erase you, but you won't disappear - Everywhere by Niall Horan

16. I heard you ask about me through a friend, my adrenaline kicked in, because I've been asking 'bout you too - Nervous by Shawn Mendes

17. Every time I'm leavin' you, you don't make it easy. - Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee.

18. I wish that I could believe, that there's a day you'll come back to me, but still have to say, I'd do it all again. - Just want you to know by Backstreet Boys

19. Well, tell me do you hate me or do you wanna date me? - Van Horn by Saint Motel

20. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain. - Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift

21. I know I would rather be together alone, in a big top circle and a world we can call our own. - All our own by Radio Company

22. Every time I find the words to end it, something in your eyes won't let it. - Shandi by KISS

23. Just dance in my living room, love with an attitude, drunk to an 80's groove - Only human by Jonas Brothers

24. I spend all my time, waiting all night for you. - No going back by Yuno

25. I need to know, if this is mutual, before I go. - Mutual by Shawn Mendes

26. I will sing to your every day, if it will take away your pain - Miss missing you by Fall out Boy

27. If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you. - If I could fly by One Direction

28. When you rise in the morning sun, I feel your touch in the pouring rain, and the moment that you wander far from me, I wanna feel you in my arms again. - How deep is your love by Bee Gees

29. If I wake, I'll move closer without waking you, sleeper, sleeper, what's been tiring you. - Rise by Helena Deland

30. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. - Drive by Halsey

31. I never sat by the shore, under the sun with my feet in the sand, but you brought me here. - Malibu by Miley Cyrus

32. With a sunset and a moonrise not so far behind, to give us enough light, to lay down underneath the stars. - Constellations by Jack Johnson

33. Dancing through our house with the ghost of you. - Ghost of you by 5sos

34. And we all sit around the fire, we feel a little warmer now. - Woods by Hollow Coves

35. Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe. - Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka

36. If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?- Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

37. Baby just came back around, said she needs time to explore, said I can’t love her no more - Baby came home by The Neighborhood

38. When I kissed you I meant it. / I wanna be more than a friend. - Do it again by Pia Mia

39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean

40. If you're awake then I am too. If you're lost then I'll find you. If you're hurt then I'll fix you. - It's U by Cavetown

41. They don't know about the things we do, they don't know about the I love you's. - They don't know about us by One Direction

42. Can I kiss you or not? / Are you still mad at me? I'm hoping not. - Like to be you by Shawn Mendes and Julia Michaels

43. Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time. - It's been a long, long time by Harry James

44. Kiss me hard before you go. - Summertime sadness by Lana del Rey

45. You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. - Tomorrow never came by Lana del Rey ft. Sean Ono Lennon

46. How can I miss you so much when you're right here? - Miss you so much by Miley Cyrus

47. The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine. - Cherry wine by Hozier

48. No need to say goodbye, you'll come back, when it's over. - The Call by Regina Spektor.

49. Common sense tells me kiss the girl goodbye / I think I love you - Common sense by Joshua Bassett

50. If I could tell her how she's everything to me, but we are a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start - If I could tell her by Ben Platt ft Laura Dreyfruss

51. I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel - Nightcall by Kavinsky

52. We went for a drive, at 2:30 in the morning. I kissed you, it was pouring. - Remember that night? by Sara Kays

53. Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, don't wanna give you all my demons, you'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away, but tonight I'll need you to stay - The run and go by twenty one pilots

[creatorverse-official]

As night starts to fall and some early birds choose to sleep, the van arrives in the city of Tumlier. Houses are packed tightly together, aged and perhaps a bit broken. The van lands on the ground of one of the dirty, one-way streets- bouncing a little as it slowed to a stop.

They were now in front of Lorel’s “account stand” in the city, but she was not there. Shandy pressed a button, opening the doors to the van.

“Okay,” She said, fighting through a yawn. “Everyone out. Go grab snacks while you search for Lorel or something, I heard your questions earlier.” She had been going to follow, but one of the Creators pulled her to the side. They managed to talk her into going to sleep, which she did so in the driver’s seat without prompt.

With the night, and perhaps part of the next morning, to spend searching for Lorel here, they were going to make the most of it.

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Hey~! Mod Shandy here!

Yeah, I have work tomorrow so I can’t stay up till three doing this- but we have now arrived in Tumlier! Feel free to explore and to find clues!

And for those who might try to take control and snatch the van away while I’m sleeping- you can’t. The van only listens to me.

Thank you! Have fun!

[kate04us]

Drabble 5 Shandy?

Thank you so much for the prompt! It's a little miracle that my muse complied, but you managed it. Thank you for that!

Drabble prompt 5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

[mimine666]

@thevulcanbobdylan and @fracktastic tagged me for this. Thank you :)

The rules were:

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I discovered, since my computer broke, that my iCloud hides a lot of work and I have a lot more stuff than I thought lol

- A Shandy fic where they go spend the holidays in Montreal. Started it while I was pregnant so like a lifetime ago and waiting for winter to get some more inspiration.

- Intimacy : found a ton of unfinished stuff so I’m going to update that but I kind of lost interest in it

- Getting caugh : I have a lot of ideas but when I write them down they don’t sound as good as in my head so I erased a lot of things and I’m not sure I’ll finish it lol

- an Adama/ Roslin AU I wrote, on paper, in French while I was pregnant (had a lot of time since I was sent back home to rest and avoid COVID lol). I really like it but I don’t know why I wrote it on paper and it’s so unpleasant to have to type it, proofread it …

- afterglow. I wrote à Laura version for a prompt and had à Sharon idea I kind of finished but need a lot of editing

And voila :)

[lynn-does-stuff]

Hey hello! Let's see your writing 👀 Prompt 17: Wings. For whoever of that gigantic list (you have a lot of ocs oh god) is your main sona (since I really like to see people sonas<3), which I'm asuming it's Lynn?

Writing Prompt 17: Wings

Side Note: Yes my Sona is Lynn!! Thanks for sending in an ask!! I find this ask really interesting, because for the longest time I really did consider giving my Sona wings, before eventually deciding that that was too cliché and that fish fins were cooler. Also thank you for pointing out my list of OCs, that’s not even all of them kekekekee

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“Have you ever wondered what flight would be like?”

Lynn looked up from their book to see Scrub staring off into the sky, a whimsical expression on his face. “Griffin tells me that it’s so freeing, and it never gets old, no matter how many times you do it.” Scrub turned to now face his attention on Lynn. “Do you have anything like that? Like when you melt into the water?”

Lynn only shuddered. “Nah, melting into water feels weird, like I’m everywhere and nowhere all at once. It’s kinda stressful actually.” Scrub nodded before focusing his gaze back up to the sky. “I would give anything to fly.. maybe I’ll ask Shandy or Lorel to give me a ride one day.”

“Why ask when you can just receive!!” Shandy appeared from behind the two, startling them both. Without warning, she scooped up the marshmallow and the fish, then took off into the sky. Lynn let out a startled yelp at how fast the ground was falling away from them and how- was that a cloud they just passed through?!?! Shandy was taking them through a sky tour of Creatorverse, and while they had traversed the floating island many times before, it certainly was a spectacle to be able to see it from such a new point of view. And for a second, just a moment at most, they wished they had wings so they could see the island from this view on their own accord. That’s when reality came sweeping in again and they began panicking, no longer wanting to be up high at all. They felt queasy, like everything was upside down. They had no fear of being up high, in fact they probably had the lowest fear of heights out of most of the people they knew. But something about flying through the air made them sick to their stomach, and they were silently wishing that they could get back on the ground as soon as possible.

[ila9182]

Prompt List #5 : I‘d really love to read something with 5 , 23, 24. I can‘t chose so you decide. Maybe you can even put all of them in one. I‘m just a sucker for hurt, angst & comfort 😍 #shandy

Thank you so much for the ask @lranyc ! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but it wasn’t an easy one and I’ve had some trouble to focus on my writing lately. I hope you will like it, I managed to put all of the prompt lines in the story. 

The story is an AU set in the Closer after episode 7x20 “Armed Response”. 

As always, mistakes are all mine.

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5. “Sometimes I wonder if you even like me… it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.” + 23. “You weren’t there… why weren’t you there?” + 24. “I needed you! I needed you!”

A knock on the door interrupted her reading. Sharon sighed and closed the book before placing it on the small table. She stood from the couch unwillingly, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her before walking to the door. She opened it to find Andy leaning in the doorway, a paper bag in his left hand.

“Hey…” Andy offered her one of his renowned grins.

“I’m surprised to find you here.” Sharon replied blankly. She didn’t move from the door and kept staring at him.

“We’ve agreed this morning on a take-out night at your place, remember?” Andy reminded her with a smile, motioning to the bag in his hand.

“I’m not hungry.” Sharon replied in a firm voice as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Andy’s smile disappeared and he sighed, “Okay, I’m sorry for earlier…” He told Sharon in a serious tone, “Can you let me in or do we have to do this on the doorstep?”

Sharon stared at Andy and they stood in silence for a while. Andy knew how stubborn she was, but he was also aware that he had hurt her. Sharon sighed and walked away from the door, letting it open for Andy. He stepped in and closed the door behind him before walking to the kitchen to place the bag on the counter. When he looked up, he saw Sharon standing in front of him with her arms crossed. Andy sighed and cleared his throat, “Listen, Sharon… I’m sorry for earlier…” He paused as he looked for the best way to explain himself, “I was upset… finding out the leak was Gabriel… well Gabriel’s girlfriend, well it was…” He fumbled feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

“You’re sorry for the I don’t want to talk to you right now, I don’t even want to see you or for the you’ve done enough for the day part?” Sharon shot back harshly. She closed her eyes as her mind drifted back to a few hours before. She had bumped into Andy in the orange hallway about an hour after Gabriel had come clean with the team. She could tell Andy was upset by the way he was walking with his head down. She had tried to talk to him with a small smile on her face when he had cut her short with his harsh words. She hadn’t even had the time to reply to him as she had been caught off guard by his aggressive behavior, and she had watched him walk away with a hurt expression on her face.

Oh, she was definitely angry. Andy rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to say, “Sharon, I…”

“God, do you even realize the things you say, Andy?” Sharon asked him bewildered. “Sometimes I wonder if you even like me… it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.” She added in a defeated tone.

Sharon shook her head and turned her back to him. She took a few steps toward the living room when Andy stopped her by grabbing her hand, “Sharon, you know I love you.” He told her with a serious face.

“Oh really?” Sharon scoffed, freeing her hand from his grip. “There are days I seriously doubt it.” She added, letting out a heavy sigh.

“I was upset, I was pissed off…” Andy tried to explain, “I felt betrayed by someone who is a part of my team, a guy who is supposed to have my back. I didn’t see it coming… I would have never expected it…” He paused and glanced at Sharon. He knew what he was going to say would upset her but he couldn’t hold his tongue. He was upset as well. Gabriel wasn’t the only one who had betrayed him. “A little heads-up would have been appreciated.” Andy finally let out.

Sharon couldn’t believe Andy had brought this up again. She wanted to scream or to hit him, or maybe both. “Andy, we won’t go through that conversation again.” She replied firmly. “How many times do I have to tell you that I can’t share these details with you?! I can’t talk with you about my job and you know that, just like you can’t talk about yours with me.” Sharon sighed. She lifted her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose. She could feel the start of a headache. She adjusted her glasses on her nose again and went on, “Do you have any idea what I am risking…” She corrected herself, “…what we’re both risking with this relationship? I was investigating your team, I was looking for the leak while being in a relationship with someone involved in this investigation.”

They stared at each other in silence as they let her words soak in. Andy scoffed and shook his head before he locked eyes with hers again. “Did you ever doubt me?” He merely asked.

“Are you seriously asking me that, Andy?” Sharon shot back baffled. How could he ask her that? How could he doubt her so much? “Do you think I would have gotten invested in this relationship if I had had any doubt about you?” She asked him in a high-pitched tone.

“Well, who knows?” Andy answered with a shrug, “Maybe it was your goal… you wanted to trick me, so you could get what you needed just like Ann did with Gabriel.”

Andy knew the moment the words had left his mouth that he had gone too far. Sharon closed the gap between them furiously as she raised her hand to slap him. Andy grabbed her wrist and stopped her, her hand hovering an inch away from his face. Andy tightened his hold on her while Sharon muttered between clenched teeth, “How dare you?!”

“So what?” Andy barked, “You can doubt me but I can’t?” He asked her, glaring at her.

“I never doubt you, Andy!” Sharon shot back, freeing herself from his grip.

“But you didn’t trust me enough to let me know what was going on.” Andy went on, not wanting to let go of the topic. “Provenza texted me that you left Electronics with a look that said you were up to something and that you asked to talk with Gabriel. I wanted to know what was going on…” He paused and cleared his voice, trying to contain his anger, “I texted you I would be waiting for you on the roof, and when I got there…” Andy sighed, “You weren’t there… why weren’t you there?” He asked her, frustration etched in his voice.

“Oh you know Andy, I was busy with a meeting with Pope and Taylor first, and then with Chief Johnson.” Sharon informed him irritably, gesturing with her right hand as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I should have told them that my boyfriend Lieutenant Flynn was waiting for me for a secret encounter on the roof, I am sure they would have been thrilled.” She added sarcastically.

“Sharon…” Andy said her name in a frustrated and defeated tone.

“Don’t Sharon me, Andy.” Sharon replied, shaking her head at him. “You know the rules. We both agreed when we started this relationship that we would leave work at work. At home we’re just Sharon and Andy trying to make this relationship work… and I would have expected you to support me, not to vent all your frustrations on me.” She added, her voice slightly shaking. She took a deep breath to recompose herself before going on, “Do you think it was easy for me to investigate your team? Do you have any idea what it feels like to work in a hostile environment where people hate you?” Sharon locked eyes with his before telling him, “You all call me names… Wicked Witch, Darth Raydor, Ice Queen as if I am some heartless monster, but this job is tough for me as well.” Sharon noticed Andy opening his mouth to say something, but she stopped him with a hand gesture, “But you know what is tougher, Andy? Coming back home, spending time with you and feeling that you think I am the enemy… It is feeling your anger toward me, it is having to deal with your bad mood because you think that I’m responsible for all the problems your team is having…”

“Sharon, I don’t…” Andy started.

“You don’t what, Andy?” Sharon asked him with teary eyes. “Didn’t you snap at me the night after I requested to your Chief to talk to each one of you for my investigation? Didn’t you make up an excuse not to stop by at the condo after I announced there was a leak in your team? Didn’t you…”

“Okay, since you want to rehash the past…” Andy interrupted her, “How about my stabbing case?” He shot back, trying to keep his anger under control, “You went behind my back and investigated me when I was the victim… You treated me like a criminal, like a dirty cop when…” He paused as his voice trembled, giving away his emotions. He clenched his fists in an attempt to calm himself as he went on, “I needed you! I needed you, my girlfriend…” Moisture filled his eyes, but  Andy blinked it away quickly before letting it out in a frustrated tone, “Not the fucking FID Captain!”

“I did what I had to do, Andy… I’m not sorry for doing my job.” Sharon replied in a surprisingly calm tone, “I never thought you could be a dirty cop, Andy, but I had to investigate you to clear you. Don’t you understand it?” She asked him in a defeated tone. Maybe he would never understand. “Don’t you think I was terrified when you called me? Don’t you think I was worried sick when I saw you hurt… when you collapsed on me at the crime scene?!” She went on, raising her voice slightly as she felt again the fear that had run through her that day. “We couldn’t risk everything because you needed comfort at work, Andy.” She told him softly. “Don’t you think I wanted to hold you close and tell you how much I loved you and how glad I was you were fine?” She went on in a soft tone as she looked down and remembered how relieved she felt when she saw him in a hospital bed and realized he was fine. “You knew you would have had my support at home and I was there for you that night, Andy…” Sharon reminded him with a faint smile before turning serious again, “Work is off-limits, you know that, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t hate everything about that day… I hated that I couldn’t be by your side at the hospital and most of all, I hated that I had to investigate you… but I am glad it was me, because maybe someone else would have labeled you as a dirty cop and wouldn’t have fought to find out the truth…”

Silence followed her words as Andy regarded her thoughtfully. Sharon looked away after awhile and turned her back to him as she walked to the couch and let herself fall on it unceremoniously. Sharon let out a heavy sigh before she spoke again, “Andy, I don’t want to fight anymore…” The sadness in her tone broke Andy’s heart and he immediately felt a total jerk. He carefully walked to the couch as Sharon added quietly, “I’m very tired, so if you want to leave, just leave… it’s okay.”

“No.” Andy whispered softly as he sat on the couch’s armrest. Sharon looked up to meet his gaze and Andy reached out for her face, stroking her cheek gently. “I don’t want to leave.” He told her in a serious tone. “I…” He paused, trying to find the strength to say it. “I’m… I’m sorry.” He finally let out. Apologizing didn’t come easy to him. “I’m sorry, Sharon…” Andy repeated, “I overreacted… I let my anger get the better of me, but I’ve never been angry with you. Deep down, I’ve always known you wanted to help Chief, I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner what a prick I’ve been with you…”

Sharon nodded but stayed quiet. She looked down as Andy kept stroking her cheek delicately. “I love you…” He whispered to her softly.

Sharon looked up to meet his gaze again and replied, her voice above a whisper, “I know…”

Andy leaned down to kiss her forehead as Sharon wrapped her arms around him. He moved from the armrest and sat on the couch next to her before pulling her to him. Sharon snuggled against him and Andy rested his cheek on the top of her head, his hand rubbing her back reassuringly. “I’m sorry…” Andy whispered once again before he nuzzled into her hair and dropped a few kisses on the top of her head.

They stayed in each other’s arms for awhile, listening to their heartbeat progressively slowing down after their argument. Andy’s hand caressed Sharon’s back comfortingly and he smirked when he felt her stomach growl. He looked down at her and Sharon blushed lightly.

“So, you wanna eat?” Andy asked her with a grin. “I’m hungry as well…”

“You know that I should probably throw whatever you brought in your face.” Sharon replied with a smirk.

“If it makes you feel better…” Andy shrugged with a small smile, his fingers brushing her face delicately.

Sharon arched an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face but a chuckle escaped her lips and she started to laugh softly. She snuggled against Andy and he chuckled as well. He stroked her hair tenderly before he whispered to her ear, “You know what they say…”

Sharon looked up to him with a questioning gaze. A grin appeared on Andy’s face as he added, “Make up sex is the best sex.”

“I thought you were hungry.” Sharon replied, arching an eyebrow again, a teasing smile forming on her lips.

“Well, the food is already cold. We can still reheat it later…” Andy offered with a cheeky grin. He leaned in and caught her lips with his in a passionate and promising kiss, “Whatcha say, Captain?” He asked her in a husky tone when they pulled away, their lips still brushing.

“What am I supposed to say when you kiss me like that, Lieutenant?” Sharon purred before she closed the gap between them and went in for another kiss.