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I was gonna post here, but EVERYTHING is keeping me from doing it, and it's REALLY pissing me off.
So here's a story a wrote years ago and the update on Ao3. Enjoy 💚
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Shandy + (14) "I dream of you. All I do, is dream of you."
Bonus points if it's Sharon who says this to Andy.
Please & thank you!
As per usual, this turned out a little longer than expected (and angsty). Enjoy!
If he had to choose someone to have a gun aimed at his head, he would’ve refused to answer. Following that, he would’ve chosen Sharon or Provenza with his glasses. He never expected to actually be confronted with his thoughts and the added bonus of a second gun, his own somewhere under a pallet, out of his reach and absolutely useless. He swallowed, his gaze focused entirely on the woman a few yards away. Her legs were spread, shoulder width apart, her hands completely steady on her weapon. He couldn’t clearly make out her eyes from this distance, but he could see the harsh focus on her face.
He tried not to think of any regrets, everything he wanted to tell her. He trusted her with his life and more and it allowed him to focus despite the two guns aimed at him, knowing more were on their way. He let out a slow breath, causing the gun to dig into his head harder. A wince crossed his face before he could stop it and he could’ve sworn he saw her hand briefly tremble.
And yet it was over before he knew it. Their suspect—murderer—was dead on the ground behind him, his gun scattered somewhere, useless too. It took him a moment to realize there had been two gun shots. He refocused on Sharon, but she was lowering her gun and seemed unharmed. His hands moved over his own sides and chest, finding no sign of injury. He started toward her, but stopped with effort and knelt down beside the body, his fingers searching for a pulse.
“He’s gone,” he sighed, groaning softly as he stood back up and rubbed his knee. “Paramedics can call it.” He lingered for a moment and then hurried toward her, crossing the distance in only a few long strides. She had only moved far enough to remove the clip from her gun, carefully holding the separate pieces in her hands. “Are you okay?” He rested the side of his index finger under her chin and gently tilted her face up to meet her eyes.
“Andy.” His name was a quiet exhale, her lips barely moving as she finally looked at him. Unshed tears shined in her eyes and she didn’t bother trying to blink them away.
“Hey, hey…” He started to wrap his arms around her but she stepped back with a slight wave of her hand. “Sharon…”
“No, we need to… to…” She forcefully cleared her throat and wiped at a tear that dared to fall. “We have to finish this, talk to FID.”
As he watched, her mask settled into place. It took her another few moments for the tears to disappear and by the time backup and FID arrived, few would’ve been able to tell something was wrong with her. He reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled from her side, only after Provenza was there with her. He gave his statement and found himself riding back to the PAB with Tao, neither speaking the entire ride or after they settled at their desk to wait for the rest of the team.
He had nearly dozed off when he finally heard her heels. He nearly jumped up and followed right behind her as she headed into her office, pausing to shut the door behind him. He expected her to sit down, but she instead perched on the edge of her desk. He saw her shoulders sag and her hands fold in her lap. He watched from a distance, not wanting to invade despite everything in him telling him to take her into his arms and protect her.
“I dream of you.” Her voice caught him off guard and it took another moment to process what she said. “All I do, is dream of you.” Her head shook slightly and her hands clenched together, knuckles white.
“Sharon?” He took a few quiet steps closer and she didn’t look up.
“Nightmares, I suppose,” she continued. “Something happening to you, but I always wake up and I see you here and you’re okay.” She took a deep breath and he saw her shoulders move with the effort. “But today… today those dreams almost came true.” Her voice grew softer as she spoke, until he had to move even closer just to hear her.
He moved without thinking, kneeling between her legs and covering her trembling hands with his. He squeezed them gently, his arms resting on her thighs. He looked up, surprised to see her already watching him.
“And it seems so silly, so ridiculous.” She shook her head again and he slid a hand up her arm, his thumb rubbing circles along her shoulder. She winced and pulled back with a soft gasp. “Oh.”
“Sharon?” He leaned up to inspect her blazer and found a small section missing to reveal a clotted wound. “Shit, Sharon, why didn’t you say anything?” He quickly stood up and walked around her desk, searching for the first aid kit he knew she kept in a drawer.
“I didn’t notice,” she admitted. She carefully shrugged out of her blazer and was inspecting the hole when he returned, her fingers tracing the edge. “It’s ruined…”
He gently grabbed her elbow and guided her to the chair before he knelt down again, ignoring how much his knees protested. “It’s replaceable,” he murmured, “you’re not. You’ll have to take your shirt off.” She shot him a surprisingly firm look that he ignored. “Unless you’d like me to call the paramedics.”
She sighed and started unbuttoning her shirt, just enough that she could slide it off her shoulder and reveal the full area where the bullet had grazed her. “The shirt’s ruined too…”
He grabbed an alcohol wipe and cleaned his hands before he grabbed a fresh one and focused on her shoulder. “This is gonna hurt,” he warned.
She hissed softly as he started cleaning the wound, relieved it was shallower than it looked. Her hand found its way to his shoulder as he worked, finishing off with a bandaid and a light kiss to her bare shoulder. She watched him silently, a slight hitch to her breathing that he worried was from pain.
“How’s it feel?” He asked as he sat back on his heels to fully look at her.
“I’m fine,” she answered immediately, but her posture and eyes said everything opposite.
“Look at me, Sharon.” He reached for her, one hand settling on her good shoulder and the other gently cupping her face. She obeyed after a moment and he found tears in her eyes again. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I will be here, by your side. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”
He watched her eyes move back and forth behind her glasses, pupils wide but a thin ring of bright green still visible. “I want to be stuck with you,” she murmured, her hand reaching out to mirror his and rest against his cheek. “That’s why it hurts. Because I’m terrified of something happening to you and losing… you.”
He couldn’t stop the surprise from showing on his face, but it quickly faded into a small smile. “Really?” he managed.
“You’ll notice I haven’t been joining Provenza at the movies or dinner.” A slight smile settled on her face and she leaned forward to lightly press their lips together.
He returned the kiss, just as gentle as she was. “Why don’t I drive you home?” he asked softly when she pulled back, their foreheads still resting together. “We’ll get some ibuprofen and tea in you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She started to pull back, but he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together.
“I want to.” He offered her a small grin, relieved to see some of the lines of her face disappear as she relaxed a bit.
She considered him for a few seconds and then nodded. It took him a moment to stand up and then he helped her up, her hand staying in his. She let go only to button her shirt back up. She started to reach for her blazer but sighed and instead draped it over her arm as she took his head agin. He grabbed her purse and resisted the urge to wrap his arm around her waist as they walked out of her office. Her confession rolled around in his head as they walked and he found himself wondering if this was a dream of his own. Only her occasional wince kept him grounded and it held his focus, still driven by a need to keep her safe.
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Merry Christmas @lolcat76! I love you bunches!
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I hope this isn’t annoying(?) I’ve just been feeling very much in a writing mood and I was inspired lol so here take this
submitted by @shandycandy278
SHANDYYYYYYY THIS IS SO SOSOSOSOOOOO CUTE UWUAUWAAWAWAAAA I WANT TO CRY AT THEIR LITTLE ANTICS.
it's such a loving moment of joy and peace......oh my god.......... (holds them iunmy hands)
i love that theyre having so much fun......god i want this to last forever
shandy's drabble underneath!
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PaperJam was a bit confused.
“PJ, why don’t you play with Nightmare for a bit.” His Papa encouraged, hand gently rubbing PaperJam’s skull. “Dr- Sunny and I are going to be talking a bit.”
“But Nightmare’s your name?” PaperJam looked up from the other child and at his Papa, who had an amused smile on his face.
“We’re both called Nightmare, we have the same name. Like how Killer, Dust, and Horror sometimes get called Sans. You remember that, yes?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s a very similar thing to that. I know, why don’t you show Nightmare your toys in your room?”
“Oh!” Okay! PaperJam hugged his Papa’s leg, and then walked over to the other kid, who had been looking at him from beside the other skeleton.
“Hi Nightmare!” He said, habitually signing as he did so. “I’m PJ!”
“Hi PJ!” Nightmare waved.
“Do you wanna come play with me? We can play with my blocks. And my dragon!”
Nightmare gasped, looking up at the other skeleton and tugging at his hand. “Sunny! Sunny can I go play? I wanna see the blocks and the dragon!”
“Ah- yes, you can go. Have fun with PJ, alright?”
“Okay!”
“Follow me!” PaperJam waved for Nightmare to follow, rushing down the hall. “My room is this way!”
“Hehehe, okay!” It didn’t take long before they got there. PaperJam opened the door with a grunt, rushing in and crawling onto his bed. He grabbed his dragon and then crawled off, holding it up.
“This is my dragon!”
“Woah!” Nightmare gasped. “That’s such a cool dragon!”
“Hehe, thank you! Do you wanna hold her?”
“Yes please!”
PaperJam passed the dragon to Nightmare.
“Thank you!” Nightmare hugged the dragon close and then passed it back.
“You’re welcome!” PaperJam signed, although he tucked his dragon into his overalls.
“Are you made of the black stuff?” Nightmare asked, head tilted.
“Yeah! It’s called ink!” PaperJam held his arms out to his sides to show it off before posing with his hands on his hips, huffing. “Papa and Mr. Sci say I’m a skelly-ink-ton! I’m my own kind of monster! The only one!”
“Wow!” Nightmare gasped. “I’m made of black stuff too! But I’m not a skelly-ink-ton. It’s my magic!” PaperJam watched Nightmare concentrate, and black tendrils like his papas grew from his back, the black stuff leaking out of one of his sockets. “See? Sunny says that it means I’m very strong!”
“Woah, that’s so cool!” PaperJam cheered. “You look like my Papa like that! I can make something like that too, but it doesn’t last long. And I get really hungry after!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! Horror says my tummy’s a black hole.”
“What’s a black hole?” Nightmare tilted his head. PaperJam almost responded, but he stopped.
“Uhh, I dunno. We can ask Papa later. But Horror said it meant that I have a BIG appetite!”
“That’s silly.” Nightmare giggled, tendrils wagging behind him.
“It is a little bit. So… what do you wanna play?”
“I dunno. Uh…” Nightmare looked around PaperJam’s room and then looked back at him. “Whatever you wanna play!”
“What I wanna play?” PaperJam thought for a moment and then jumped up. “Oh! I know? But we’ve gotta be REALLY quiet, okay?”
“Okay!”
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“PJ! PJ!” Nightmare tugged at PaperJam’s shoulder, pointing. “Look! There’s kitty cats!”
“Yeah! Those are Killer’s cats.” PaperJam grunted as he pushed Killer’s desk chair towards Killer’s closet, climbing onto it. “If you sit down, they’ll let you pet them! But you gotta be really gentle.”
“Hehe, okay!” Excited, Nightmare sat down. One of them went up to him and sniffed at him. Nightmare reached out and pat the cat’s head, and it let him, meowing.
It was such a cute kitty cat! Nightmare smiled brightly as he pet the cat, giggling when it head-butted his skull. So silly!
“Here!” Nightmare looked at where PaperJam was as PaperJam hopped down from the chair. He had some kind of weird back full of colorful sticks, and he was holding some kind of toys in his hands. “These are nerf guns!”
“Nerf guns?” Nightmare accepted the one PaperJam handed to him, looking over it curiously. “What does it do?”
“It shoots foam!” PaperJam giggled, grabbing Nightmare’s free hand and tugging him. “Come on! Let’s go find Papa and Sunny! We can surprise them, and I’ll teach you how to shoot them!”
“Oh! Hehe, okay!” Excited, Nightmare quickly followed PaperJam.
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“Shh!” PaperJam hushed as they snuck along the wall to the room where Sunny and Papa were talking. “We gotta be stealthy.”
Nightmare nodded in understanding, nerf gun locked and loaded as he held his finger to his teeth. “Shhh.”
“Yeah!” PaperJam nodded, and together they snuck into the room.
“-are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” PaperJam heard his Papa say to Sunny. “Really, I don’t have much of an idea as to what I’m doing. But I think a big part of what’s going on for you isn’t from anything you’ve done or that you can do.”
“But-“
“Those people are not good people. I can see you know that. I don’t know how different it was from mine, if any different at all, but they are stubborn.”
PaperJam looked over at Nightmare and nodded. Nightmare nodded back, holding up his nerf gun.
“I… yeah, I know. I just-“
“NOW!” PaperJam yelled, aiming and shooting at his papa. Nightmare popped up from behind him, shooting at Sunny too. Both of them jumped, turning to look at them.
“What-“
“Now run!” PaperJam squealed, grabbing Nightmare’s hand. Nightmare giggled, quickly following him as they ran out of the room.”
“Nighty?!” He heard Sunny call out after them, but PaperJam was too busy giggling as he ran around the corner.
Oof-!
He fell back on his butt with Nightmare, looking up. What had happened? What did he run into-
Oh.
Oh it was Killer.
PaperJam wasn’t supposed to use the nerf guns without permission! Oh no!
PaperJam scrambled up, hiding his nerf gun (poorly) behind his back. “Ah! Killer!”
“Heya, kiddo.” Killer grinned down at him, knowingly, and PaperJam shrunk under his gaze. Oh, he was in trouble. He had just wanted to have fun with his new friend! But he forgot Kilker’s rule. “Are you two having fun?”
“Yeah!” Nightmare cheered, unaware of the trouble they were in. PaperJam opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, Killer pulled out a nerf gun pointed at him.
“Well, you two better run off then!” Killer said with a snicker. “Or I’m gonna get ya!”
“NO!” Nightmare squealed, turning and running the other way. PaperJam stared up at Killer, a bit in shock. Killer winked down at him, gesturing with his nerf gun for PaperJam to run on.
“Well? What are ya waiting for?” He asked.
Oh.
Oh!
Grinning, PaperJam quickly turned and ran after Nightmare.
This was gonna be so fun!
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Stay with me...?
Happy Dazai day :)
A small fluffy drabble for my favorite boy's bday :)))
Dazai X Fem!reader
Smut under the cut
Word Count:0.2K
The sensation of his cold fingertips on your soft skin, the shivers he was sending down your spin everytime he locked eyes with you;
It was different. It felt different.
He didn't want to let go this time. He wasn't doing this out of manipulation or scheme; or else there weren't any logical explanation for how tight his fingers were imprisoning yours.
Maybe you felt the same way. Maybe you were also drowning yourself in the aura of his deep chocolate eyes, without making any attempt to rescue yourself. Maybe it was the reason why were wrapped around his waist so tightly.
Maybe you also didn't want to let go.
Hi thrusts were as fast as before. Not because he wanted to get it over with, but to fulfil his desire for you, to make you his. It was crazy how thirsty he was for you, how his name sounded so perfect coming from your mouth, how desperately you were holding him.
To him you were delicate, unrealistic, and extremely shandy. Like a small fairy who came down on earth, just for him.
It was unbelievable how bad he wanted to protect you.
Yeah...maybe he could make an exception this time, and stay the night, only to cage you in his arms, more.
You would understand that, right...?
My blog is really underrated so it would mean a lot if you reblog :)
#dazai x reader#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd imagines#bungou stray dogs headcanons#bungou stray dogs#dazai x fem reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#dazai smut#dazai drabble#dazai fluff#dazai osamu x reader#dazai osamu x y/n#dazai osamu x you#Osama dazai#AshTheMadWriter#Happy Dazai day
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@madamairlock tagged me in this and I just saw it using my laptop. Quite excited to answer
1. How many works do you have on AO3?: 42 :)
2. What's your total AO3 word count?: 80,429 Pfiouf !
3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly BSG and Major Crimes, but I loved For All Times and Dances with wolves and I have tons of ideas for both shows but will never find the time to write it down.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Ignoring my Tumblr Drabbles collection, they are:
Getting Caught
A Canadian Vacation
Intimacy
Safe From Harm : amused that you would my "deviant" ideas likeable
The Long Day is over (very surprised about that since this one is written in French)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to, usually. I just saw that I have a few comments waiting to be answered in AO3 since i don't always get a notification by email.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Not a big fan of Agnst but maybe this one, where Laura finds out her ex-husband is on New Caprica : Pity the fool that fell in love with you
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of if not all of them tend to have a happy ending or at least a neutral one. And I might add when it comes to smut, Sharon and Laura always get happy endings!!
8. Do you get hate on fics? I've received a few weird message on ff.net and tend to get away from that plateform because of that. In the past, when i was a teen, I got hateful comments on fics i wrote about ER and Dr House and ended up delating my account for a few years.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I love smut, love to write it. I'm into things that can happen in everyday life, usually I'm for tenderness and closeness.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Never, yet but I have this big ideas for Raised with a Fist to meet with Laura from For all Times. Maybe one day i'll wrote it
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not sure. A few years ago, I received a weird email from ff.net stating that someone copied/pasted 2 of my fics then that a new publication was very similar to mine and asked me if a wanted to file a "complain". I did and never heard about it ever again.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? When I was young and in another fandom yes. Feels like a life time ago. Would love to do it again.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Just one?! the SpaceParents. I love the build up of their relationship on a solid friendship, I love their chemistry on screen something I feel Shandy is missing but I prefer Sharon Raydor caracter to Laura's.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I really really want to finish A Canadian Vacation and can't wait for the weather to bring tons of snow to inspire me ahah. Intimacy : i really doubt i will finish it. I'm way more inspired for MC nowadays ...
16. What are your writing strengths? I think I try to stay close the characters and i try to make you feel what they feel.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing in English though now i comes more naturally than writing in French and because of that : grammar and vocabulary. I'm also quite dyslexic so even if i proofread it 3-4 times i don't usually see that a word is missing or things like that
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Been there, done that. Would probably repeat it lol
19. First fandom you wrote for? ER I loved Elizabeth Corday !
20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I have a very soft spot for Intimacy and Getting Caught because they're so fun to write. And I love my one in Canada because I want fluffyness and love. On the smut ones, I really enjoyed writing Safe from harm, felt very liberating.
#fanfiction#thanks for tagging me!#that was fun#discoverd a lot of fitures on AO3 I didn't know about !
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Sharon/Andy 66?
Hi anon! So sorry for the delay, but life kinda got in the way…but I made it! Thank you so much for this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you will enjoy this piece.
It takes place during The Closer (it is AU though), because I love to write about Sharon and Andy back then! ;)
66. “How could I ever forget about you?”.
Captain Sharon Raydor was nothing other than a curse, or that was how Andy liked to think of her. A damn good-looking curse. He closed his eyes and groaned in frustration as he heard the clicking sound of her heels in the hallway. He was aware she was coming for him and it was only a matter of seconds before her scolding and know-it-all tone would echo in the Murder Room and in his head as well. Andy glanced at his partner, hoping for support. Provenza peeped up from his crossword and shrugged, as a grin appeared on his face, “This is your lucky day, Flynn.”
He turned his attention back to his crossword as he read aloud for everyone to hear, “A woman wearing a black cloak and pointed hat and flying on a broomstick.” He smirked before adding, “Easy one; witch! And speaking of witches, one is coming your way, Flynn.” He added, pointing at Sharon with his pen, “Watch out!”
“Always the gentleman, Lieutenant Provenza.” Sharon greeted him with a mocking smile. She then turned to Andy, “Lieutenant Flynn, I was looking for you.”
“I’m such a lucky guy…” Flynn muttered between his teeth.
“You have no idea, Lieutenant.” Sharon replied ironically. She then became serious as she explained, “Chief Johnson told me you have the files I’ve requested.”
“Oh, those?” He asked as he motioned to a box on his desk. “Here you go, suit yourself.”
Sharon arched an eyebrow as she stared at him. She shook her head in disbelief as she crossed her arms over her chest and answered, “I believe Chief’s exact words were; Lieutenant Flynn will bring them to your office.”
“Well, since you’re here, you can take the box yourself.” He shot back cheekily.
“Oh, I’m afraid you got my tone wrong, Lieutenant.” She put a hand on her heart, looking falsely mortified, “I wasn’t asking a favor, this is a request from a ranking officer.” She explained harshly, “Do I need to rephrase it as an order, Lieutenant?” She added, raising her voice.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Andy raised his hands in surrender and sighed, irritated, “Fine, Captain!”
Provenza snorted as he watched the scene in front of him. He looked back at his crossword as he read, “To deprive a man of his male role or identity…” He rubbed his chin, “Emasculate.” He exclaimed, emphasizing the word as he wrote it down. “Am I right, Flynn?”
Andy rolled his eyes at Provenza and was ready to answer back when Sharon stepped in. She eyed Andy cautiously before asking him, “Lieutenant, may I have a word with you in my office? And bring the box along with you.”
Provenza smirked, holding back a laugh as he made up, “What Flynn usually gets himself into… Trouble.” He said, as he pretended to write the word down in his crossword.
Andy suppressed a snarky remark and simply shook his head at his partner. He took the box and followed Sharon without saying a word. They walked through the hallway to her office in silence. Sharon entered her office first, Andy right behind her. They were still standing by the door when he closed it, put the box on the floor and took a few steps toward her.
“Missing me already?” he whispered in a husky tone as his hands rested on her waist.
Sharon arched an eyebrow as she leaned against the door and replied with a malicious smile, “You wish.” She ran a hand up and down his arm. “It was just me saving you from your partner’s cruelty,” She explained, “even though I’m not sure you deserved it after your scene in the Murder Room…” she added throwing him a scolding look.
“Oh that? I was only playing a part.” He grinned. “You don’t want people getting suspicious because I’m too soft with you…”
“Yeah, right.” She patted his shoulder and freed herself from his embrace. “I think you can go now.”
Sharon walked to her desk and smirked when she felt Andy’s eyes following her. She sat down and teasingly crossed her legs before adjusting her glasses. He never took his eyes off of her and when she looked up, she found him staring at her with a goofy smile on his face. She eyed the door and nodded toward it, he got the message. Just as his hand was about to reach the door handle, she reminded him, “Oh Andy, don’t forget dinner at 7 at my place…”
“How could I ever forget about you?” he smirked.
“Go now, Lieutenant.” She rolled her eyes at him. She wasn’t sure if he had said it jokingly or seriously, but sometimes he could say the sappiest things. It definitely wasn’t something she had at first expected from hotheaded Lieutenant Flynn. “I don’t want your partner to call for backup to rescue you from the vampire-witch sucking blood out of you.”
“Oh there’s something else you like to…” he started, a cocky smile on his lips.
“If you really want to go to bed with no dessert tonight, Lieutenant…” she interrupted him with a scolding, yet playful tone, “I suggest you keep talking.”
“You wouldn’t,” he teased.
“Try me.” She slowly shot him at back, emphasizing every word.
They exchanged challenging stares, neither of them wanting to give up. Sharon pressed her lips in a thin line when she heard Andy say, “Fine.” He gave in with a shrug. “I’ll see you later, Captain.”
#The Closer#Sharon Raydor#Andy Flynn#Louie Provenza#Major Crimes#how could I ever forget about you?#crossword#Shandy#fanfiction#prompt#drabble#The Closer AU fic#ilariawrites
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Opening lines meme
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Tagged by: @doctoraliceharvey
Please note that the frequency at which I post is not the same as how much I write so I have some original content in here and some WIPs.
“Oona took a deep breath as she looked at the elaborate headdress on the pedestal before her.”
“The mother was new to Poplar and being an elderly primigravida Dr. Turner came along to the delivery as a precaution.”
“The cold wood of the playset seeped into Eli’s jeans as he stared off into the distance.”
“Damn the man.”
“Jean rounded the corner at the same time Lucien left his study.”
“The pizza was good, it wasn’t like the pizza he found in Rome, although it was similar to pizza he had in Naples once.”
“He wasn’t allowed outside after dark, it was the one rule at home.”
“Eli loved his niblings but he was unused to being on all the time.”
“His neighbour stood in her doorway, hands on hips and fire in her eyes.”
“Jean peeked into the surgery, apprehension keeping her in the doorway, her script clutched to her chest.”
“Lucien arrived five minutes before Jean's bus was supposed to arrive.”
“Jean could see the sweat beginning to stain through his shirt, his jacket and waistcoat long gone.”
“There had been many times when Andy Flynn had lifted Sharon Raydor off her feet and placed her on a counter.”
“Sharon stood in the kitchen rinsing out her travel mug, and some of her lunch containers, preparing to place them into the dishwasher.”
“Fritz scanned the group around him, some regular attendees, some irregular ones, and one or two new faces.”
“"Snuck away early?" Andy pushed the door closed behind him.”
“Provenza sipped at his beer, his hand entwined with Patrice's under the table, contemplating his two friends as they bantered back and forth.”
“"What do you mean you haven't told your family that you and Captain Raydor aren't dating." Provenza harshly whispered at his friend in the super cubicle.”
“"You okay?" Andy asked as he closed the door softly behind him. It'd been a tough case for everyone involved.”
“Sharon's heels clicked against the tiled floor of the murder room, her measured pace taking her to the interview room.”
Oh gosh a favorite??? Ummm 18 was so fun to write, and I think the first drabble to officially start my summer shandy (quite literally writing those drabbles all summer probably saved my life not even exaggerating so it holds a special place in my heart). 7 is from an original short story that I’m very proud of . But none of this has to do with the lines themselves only the works they come from. So I think my favorite line by itself is a tie 🤣 (I am really bad at this lol) between 4 & 13 they set the tone of the works and are just fun for me.
Major patterns: most of the opening lines set the scene or tone that I’m going for. Which makes sense for me because 1) I’m a visual person, 2) I’m very aware of the mood of a room. So it makes sense that I would start off by informing my readers where the characters are physically, mentally, emotionally, etc. Second thing I noticed is the others started off as quotes which I think is just my affinity for quips tbh. My stargate stuff didn’t make it on the list but Jack O’Neill really influenced my sense of humor and that sort of writing style/dialogue is where I live. Probably also a reason I love West Wing tbh.
Tagging: @ellie5192 @klovenhooves @andallthatmishigas @daringlybelieving I’m blanking on so many more people lol, so if you like this meme go ahead and do it!
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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?”
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He knows her body like the back of his hand. A short little Shandy drabble.
#major crimes#shandy#tvfan08 writes#this is me diving back into writing again#it's just a VERY short drabble of nothingness#that continues my weird lyrical-type style#but I have an awesome prompt from an awesome reader I'm working on#and some other ideas floating around#I know it's been awhile#but 5A was so meh and devoid of any inspiration for me#(and truthfully my least favorite of any of the seasons/half seasons thus far)#but thankfully#5B was soooooo much better#and inspiring#so I'm off and running#and we'll see where it takes us
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For the kisses prompt how about #10 with Tommy Thayer and Paul Stanley
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"S-Sir Thomas..?"
The Knights stared questioningly at their Commander who protected the demon with his shield. One arrow already managed to get past and hit the demon in the shoulder, and that was one too many.
"Commander..we have orders to--"
"I know what your orders are, and you carried them out. The demon is dead."
"Commander..?"
Sir Thomas fixed them with a hard stare. Instinctively they all lowered their bows. They knew better. "You heard me." Gathering the injured demon in his arms he turned to look at his devoted men. "The demon killed me, and in return you sought retribution and killed it." The Knights understood. They nodded, gave their Commander one last bow and retured to their mounts.
~*~
Once safe inside the demon's lair deep in the forest, the demon looked upon Sir Thomas curiously. "Why? Why would you give up such a promising position at the King's side?"
"I'm surprised you have not figured it out already, my beautiful demon." His fingers traced the outline of the star around the demon's eye. "I love you."
"But--"
"I have chosen my path."
The handsome Knight's sudden kiss silenced all of the demon's questions. There was no longer any doubt, only a soft plea to never be let go.
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@divinemissem13 tagged me in this a bit ago and I am finally here to reply! Thank you for the tag--I'm so excited to answer this! <3
1. How many works do you have on AO3?: 167!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?: 825,443 😅
3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly BSG, Star Trek, and Major Crimes, but I'm diving into House of Usher and had some forays into OFMD, Star Wars, and long ago Harry Potter. We're not gonna talk about Sherlock.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Ignoring my Tumblr Drabbles collection, they are:
ABCs of Shandy (291)
Don't Need Wings (227)
Flowers and Dinner (189)
O'Dwyer Dance Co. (186)
An Empty Seat (180)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I didn't used to and I honestly don't know why, but I try to respond to every comment now to at least thank them for commenting and reading!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oooooh. That definitely Hours, when I killed off Sharon...... Is it too late to apologize for this?
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think most of mine tend to have happy endings? But I suppose the happiest is Flowers and Dinner or In Among the Weeds. Hopefully Everything Professional, when we get there too.
8. Do you get hate on fics? I've gotten a few stupid comments over the years, but nothing too extreme. Just disgruntled idiots.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I am a smut queen, thank you, and I'll write almost anything and everything.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I'm not the hugest fan of crossovers, but I did an X-Files/Major Crimes one that still intrigues me to this day.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Just recently, actually! Thank you @lalalauraroslin!
14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh gods, just one? Just one ship? Right now, it's gonna be Spaceparents. I wrote too much about them and I'm too deep into two AUs to say anyone else.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I like to think I'll finish all of my WIPs one day, thank you.
16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm really good at plot and bringing things full circle, but also getting inside the character's heads.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Editing, proofreading, catching errors. Finishing things.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I think it's a great idea and feel like maybe I've done it, but honestly I'm not sure.
19. First fandom you wrote for? Either Harry Potter or Sherlock.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I love all of my children equally, excuse you. Either A Sparrow's Warning or Everything Professional.
I tag: @allatariel, @bizships, @holy-ships-x-red-lips, @lalalauraroslin, and @mimine666 :D No pressure, of course.
#kaitin writes#oh this was so fun!#thank you!!!#mcrimes#battlegal#star trek#thoughts from the airlock
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Reylo smut prompts: 12 and 25. They can be separate drabble if you like
Prompt 25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”
Summary: Hux gives Ben some surprisingly good dating advice and Rey finally makes her move.
Pairing: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Rating: M
Continuity: College AU
A/N: Thanks for the awesome prompts, anon!! Here’s my response to #25. I…enjoyed writing this very much XD I’m working on something for #12 too, stay tuned!
Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr
Sequel drabble now available: A Rose By Any Other Name
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Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
By: sushigirlali
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Ben Solo stared into his half-full pint of beer, watching the carbonated bubbles fizzle into nothingness with a detached kind of fascination. For the third time this week, he found himself facing a wall of graffiti in the backmost booth of Maz’s Castle.
The dive bar was close to campus and quite popular with his fellow students, but the reason Ben frequented Maz’s haunt above all others had more to do with the fact that she was an old family friend than the atmosphere.
He felt comfortable wallowing in his misery within the confines of her establishment, knowing she would look out for him if he drank too much or got into any trouble. Not that Ben was a troublemaker. Well, not anymore, at least. The hazard of having an uncle on staff at the university, he supposed…
“Hey, what’s up with you?” Ben’s roommate and longtime frenemy Armitage Hux slipped into the seat opposite him. They hadn’t planned to meet up tonight, but Ben was thankful for the company, however borderline hostile it may be. “Somebody die?”
“Not for lack of trying,” Ben said irreverently.
“No doubt.” Hux waved over a waiter and ordered an old fashioned. “Your father again?”
“My father again,” Ben sighed.
“What was it this time?”
“Skydiving.”
“Does he have a death wish, or…?”
“I don’t think so.” Ben signaled the bartender for another beer. Talking about his father always required liquid courage. “He and my mother are happy, I think, but they had me really young. He used to be a fighter pilot, you know, but after I came along…” Ben paused as a tall blonde set their drinks on the table.
“Thanks,” Hux told the waitress. “Here, take my card. I have a feeling we may be here a while.” Once they were alone again, Hux indicated for him to continue. “So, what? You think he’s trying to relive the glory days or something?”
“Yes. No. Maybe?” Ben downed the remnants of his first glass before pulling a fresh lemon shandy in front of him. “My mother has been getting anxious about my lack of love life lately, so…”
“What’s that got to do with your dad?”
“Everything,” he chuckled. “If my mom’s stressed out, then so is dad.”
“So hook up with somebody then,” Hux said easily. “There are 2,000 people at this school, you’ve got to have the hots for at least one of them.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the kind of relationship I want.”
Hux pulled a face. “Who said anything about a relationship?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Not everybody is content to fuck there way through the yearbook, Hux.”
“We don’t have a yearbook,” he pointed out. “This isn’t high school, Solo.”
“I know that.”
“Then stop acting like a child.”
“I’m not–!” Ben took a deep breath. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight. “Regardless, you get my meaning.”
Hux peered over his shoulder for a moment, but Ben was too focused on correcting him to notice. “I’m not sure I do,” he smirked. “Please, explain your ideal type of partner to me. I have a feeling I know, but I’m all ears.”
“Never mind, you’ll just laugh,” he frowned, leaning back against the booth and crossing his arms. Ben did his best not to pout.
“No, seriously,” Hux insisted, “I want to know.”
Ben considered him for a moment, trying to gauge his expression. “Why?”
“I’m just interested as your…friend.” Hux made a good show of sincerity, but Ben noticed his hesitation on the last word.
“Right,” he said skeptically.
“I swear I won’t laugh.” Hux held up a hand. “Scouts honor.”
“Alright, well…take Rey Niima, for example,” Ben said slowly. His hands shook a little just thinking about her bright smile, so he took another swing of ale before continuing.
“That orphan girl in your Calc class?” Hux let out a whistle. “She’s hot.”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” Ben glared. “Sure she’s beautiful, but Rey is also intelligent, driven, and kind. And she doesn’t hide from her past, either. Rey volunteers at the homeless shelter downtown on weekends and works with children in the foster care system every other friday.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” he said dreamily. “Rey’s special. She’s the type of girl you take home to mom; the kind you marry.”
“Hmm,” Hux grunted, taking a measured sip of his bourbon.
“Hmm, what?” Ben queried, narrowing his gaze. “You disagree?”
“I don’t disagree per se, but…”
“But?” he demanded.
“You seem to think Niima is all lollipops and candy bars,” Hux said with a speculative smirk, “but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.”
Ben nearly dropped his beer in shock. “Why the fuck would you say that?”
“It’s the way she looks at you,” Hux shrugged.
“What? How does she look at me?”
“Like she wants to tie you to her bed and have her way with you.” Hux winced at the thought. “It’s disgusting, really.”
“You’re lying,” Ben charged. There was no way Rey Niima was interested in him. They’d been friends for more than a year, he’d have noticed. Wouldn’t he?
“I’m a lot of things,” he replied, “but a liar isn’t one of them.” Hux tilted his head as if studying an annoyingly complex math problem. “And now, I shall take my leave, secure in the fact that I am the best friend you’ll ever have.”
“What on earth do you—”
“Hi, Ben.”
Ben jumped as Rey took Hux’s empty seat, knocking his knee against the table. “Ouch!”
She hid a laugh behind her hand. “Are you okay?”
“Fine!” he said tightly. “And you?”
“Doing well.”
“Ready for the mid-term next week?”
“I think so,” Rey fiditged. Was she nervous about something?
“If you want to study together, I’d be more than willing to—”
“I heard everything,” she blurted.
“You heard everything?” he said blankly.
“Your friend—the redhead—he saw me sit down behind you,” she said in a rush. “His expression told me to keep my mouth shut, so I did. And…and I heard everything.”
Ben started looking for an exit. “Oh.”
“Right, so I thought I would just ask if you, um, maybe…wanna come back to my place?”
“To study?” Ben said dumbly.
Rey reached across the table and grasped his trembling hand. “No, to…socialize. Because your buddy wasn’t wrong.”
“He wasn’t?” Ben asked, letting go of his glass and giving her his other hand.
She shook her head. “No, he wasn’t wrong. About anything.”
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And that’s how Ben Solo ended up handcuffed to Rey Niima’s double bed with a pair of her pink panties stuffed into his mouth. To say he was surprised by his good fortune would be an understatement.
“Are you okay?” she said softly, gently rising up and down on his thick cock. Her tight sheath constricted around him on every downstroke, creating a tantalizing pressure that had his toes curling.
“Yes!” he groaned through the makeshift gag. “Fuck me, Rey!” The words were muffled, but her devious smile told him that she got the gist.
“Oh, do you want it harder, faster?” Rey stretched over him, grasping his bound wrists where they rested above his head. She had secured him to the wrought iron headboard with a pair of heavy duty silver cuffs the moment she got him naked. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“Please!” he tried.
“What was that?” she teased, leaning closer. Her lips ghosted over his cheek, her tongue traced his ear. “Tell me what you want, Ben.”
“Rey! Mmph!” he choked. Immediately, she stopped moving and removed the gag.
“Are you okay?” Her hands fluttered against his chest as she looked down at him with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“I’m fine,” he gasped, lifting his hips to encourage her back into motion. “I just choked a little. Next time I probably shouldn’t try to talk.”
Rey kissed his cheek again, then his lips. “Next time?”
“Well, I—” he stammered, “I hope this isn’t just a one night stand.”
“Me either,” she said shyly.
Ben smiled at the contradiction. Rey was sweet, but surprisingly naughty too; a real catch as far as he was concerned. “Will you be my girlfriend then?”
Rey braced her hands on his shoulders and started making love to him again. She took him in to the hilt, then rose up again and again, squeezing him in the most delicious way.
“Is that a yes?” he had to inquire, moaning when she suddenly pinned him down to the bed. She was thin, but her arms were toned, her thighs strong.
“Don’t you know?” she purred. “My body is screaming the answer.”
Ben caught his breath, focusing on the place where they were connected, on the way she was gazing at him. “Yes,” he said, answering his own question.
“So, does that mean I get to meet your mother then?” she chuckled, reminding him about the conversation she’d overhead.
“I’d be honored to introduce you,” he replied sincerely. “But enough talk,” he rumbled. “I thought you were going to fuck me hard and fast.”
Rey bit her lip, flushing with arousal. “I’m really glad you like being tied up,” she murmured, grinding down on him so fiercely that he was straining against the handcuffs in seconds. “Because I don’t ever want to let you up from my bed.”
“Me too,” he said, feeling exhilarated by her possession; feeling better than he had in months. “Who knew?”
-FIN-
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A/N: Hux knew! You owe him now, Ben! He’s your best friend for life! Haha thanks for reading!!
#reylo#reylo fanfic#reylo fic#kylo ren#ben solo#rey#college au#modern au#prompts#thanks anon#my fanfiction#sushigirlali
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6 and 19, year-end asks? Thanks!
Thanks so much for the ask, @commanderraydorsass!
6. Least popular fic this year: Considering various stats for both fanfic sites and notes on tumblr, probably Circle of Friends. I don’t think it was shandy-centric enough for most people, but I’m one of the weirdos who’s interested in Sharon’s non-Andy life 😂🙈
19. Any new fics to start next year: I got a prompt through ff.net a while ago for one of Andy’s ex-girlfriends to show up during a case, but I’ve been struggling with it. The requestor asked for Sharon to be jealous, and I just don’t really see that happening, so it’s been hard for me to write. I’m also trying to make it entertaining enough for the people like me who don’t really see Sharon getting jealous to still be able to enjoy it. That’s my next project, though, I’m ready to get it off of my plate!
With asshole comments increasing and general positive interaction going down, I was going to take a break once I finished that one, but when I was digging through my wips for it, I found a prompt list from August I had a small collection of mostly-finished drabbles for. I’ll probably finish those up and post them before I stop. There are several, but the only ones I can think of at the moment are fluff after Andy’s heart attack, a pre-MC one where Emily’s in college and calls Sharon to come get her one morning, having been raped the night before, and a pre-MC one where Sharon and Fritz meet and go on a date (the prompt for that one was “rare-pair,” and I thought it would be fun and different to give it a try).
If hell freezes over and I finish Freaking Out (or I I ever even touch it again) during the year, my long-term fic after that is going to start with Sharon’s and Jack’s early married days and go straight through The Closer and Major Crimes. The Closer-era chapters won’t be very episode-specific until it gets to Red Tape, but I want to fill in the blanks for before, during, and after the Sharon Closer and Major Crimes episodes. I go in and out of writing moods so much, and I’ve consistently been pretty frustrated with it recently, so I could do all of this or none of it 😂🤷♀️
Speaking of future stories, a few shows I’ve watched recently have me itching to do a Shandy White House AU (with Sharon as president). Would anyone be interested in that, or does it sound too weird?
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Home
AN: A short drabble because I haven’t written anything or had inspiration, but I took pen to paper and kept this as neutral as I could. You can imagine whomever you are returning home to, but in my head, I kept picturing Misha. Don’t tell Jared.
Triggers: None
Word Length: Drabble
She sat in her office, watching the hands of the clock mock her time left on the job. She wanted nothing more than to get in her car, sunroof open, cool breeze on her skin and drive.
Where to, didn’t matter, because the end destination was always the same. Winding back roads that would lead her to him. Even if she drove hours in the opposite direction, he was her home.
He would either be awake and welcoming her with open arms, or sound asleep on the shared bed, awaiting her arrival. He understood her need for freedom. Never judging, always welcoming, her favorite pajamas waiting at the end of the bed.
Depending on the time, a fresh pot of coffee, with hazlenut creamer, or an iced cold Summer Shandy. Cold pizza a must; her comfort level always at a high after the drives.
Even with the hours upon hours of driving, the wind tussling her hair, her eyes drooping from drowsiness, she always managed to find her way back to him. He was her ultimate destination, her favorite release.
Tagging: @d-s-winchester @hiddenwritingsintheworld @oneshoeshort @iwantthedean @iwriteshortstuff @jodyri
#reader insert#supernatural maybe#just a drabble from my head#andi writes sorta#pick your partner#misha#jared#jensen#dean#sam#castiel#spn one shot#supernatural one shot#just trying to get back to my writing
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So haaay how about some short stories for MerMay? =3 I absolutely must credit @kissmaiden1977 as well because her pretty MerMay moodboards inspired me! All of these will be x Reader~ Hope you enjoy! <3
~Shandi
I'm just about to break the surface of the water when I see him. His pure white tail shimmers as it flounders about. The poor thing! He's caught in a net! I recognize it immediately. It's a ratty old fishing net that some passing boat probably dumped because they could no longer use it. And now he was suffering for it. I frantically glance between him and my scuba tank. I'm dangerously low on oxygen. But I can't just do nothing! I have to help him! Fortunately I have just the thing. I pull a small knife out of my suit. Can't be too cautious when diving after all right? I swim over to him as quickly as I can and start cutting. I have to hurry. I can feel it growing more difficult to breathe. I cut through as many of the net's links as I can before my air completely runs out. I can't do anymore. I have to surface. I have to leave him behind before I black out. I don't look back so I have no idea if he's freed himself or not. A horrible feeling plagues me as I return to my boat and collapse.
~*~
It's close to dusk by the time I feel well enough to get up again. My thoughts instantly drift to the captured merman. I can't keep myself from worrying. I really hope he's alright. As I walk out onto the deck for some good sea air I can hear the playful sounds of dolphins. There must be a school swimming nearby! I run inside to get my camera and go out to the deck to get some pictures. I nearly drop it into the water.
There he is.
It's the merman that I tried to free from that net! He has an absolutely adorable face and a big mop of dark curls. He's smiling. At me. The dolphins are swimming around him and chirping happily. I guess they're glad to have their friend back~ His webbed hand reaches out to me, and I'm frozen. In his palm is a necklace..made from the most beautiful pearls I had ever seen. "Is..this for me..?" His smile widens and he nods. I take the necklace and stare at it. The pearls glimmer in the fading sunlight. They reminded me of his tail. I look back at him with tear filled eyes. "Thank you so much. I'll treasure it always~" I place it around my neck. He's practically beaming now. He's so cute~ We wave to each other as he swims off to play with his dolphin friends. I hope I see him again someday~
~END~
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