#mandy wrote something

[mandy-hope-san]

@agent-eggy your prize is now finished and posted on Ao3 (here is the link). Just click the link to find it. Hope that you like it :) 

The prompt I wrote after was:  same-age university!hartwin, “oh shit, that’s not my bed, I took the wrong door in the dorm *again* I’m so sorry”

[mandy-hope-san]

Exam stress

I wrote this story over a year ago and it still fit so perfectly. "Physic" the young woman snarl making it sound like it was the filthiest word she knew as she looked up from her books. Her eyes glared bloody murder at the man standing opposite of her. He didn't pay any mind to it tho, used to the stressed out state she went into before exams. He just calmed but down the teacup and poured it full before setting down the pot too. "I brought energy" he said softly setting down a beautiful blue bowl containing roasted corn, almond, raisin and dried beans next to his other offerings. The woman's eyes softened a bit as she picked up the teacup, blowed at it and then taking a sip. "Thanks" she murmurs bending back down over her books. The man just smiled tenderly and lightly stroke her hair then he pasted as he exit the room. The man was sitting in the sofa lazily watching a nice little murder on TV then he felt the sofa dip down next to him. The next moment he had his lap full of curly copper hair and a face buried in his tight. He smiled calmly and without taking his eyes from the TV he stated stroking the woman's hair. "It is over now, nothing more you can do" he mumbled knowing exactly what she needed right now. "It went terrible" came the muffled replied from his lap. "No it did not. You did really well. Who is the resident genius now again?" he reassure her. They stayed like that for one or two more episode of CIA something, him murmuring reassuring things and stroking her hair. Slowly the tension that had build over the past week left her body, she relaxed and before long she started to drift of. The man reached for the remote control, shut the TV of and lift her up. Carefully not to wake her he put her to bed and dropped a kiss to her forehead. "Sleep now" he whispered.

[mandy-hope-san]

A small exam story

"Physic" the young woman snarl making it sound like it was the filthiest word she knew as she looked up from her books. Her eyes glared bloody murder at the man standing opposite of her. He didn't pay any mind to it tho, used to the stressed out state she went into before exams. He just calmed but down the teacup and poured it full before setting down the pot too. "I brought energy" he said softly setting down a beautiful blue bowl containing roasted corn, almond, raisin and dried beans next to his other offerings. The woman's eyes softened a bit as she picked up the teacup, blowed at it and then taking a sip. "Thanks" she murmurs bending back down over her books. The man just smiled tenderly and lightly stroke her heir then he pasted as he exit the room. The man was sitting in the sofa lazily watching a nice little murder on TV then he felt the sofa dip down next to him. The next moment he had his lap full of curly copper hair and a face buried in his tight. He smiled calmly and without taking his eyes from the TV he stated stroking the woman's hair. "It is over now, nothing more you can do" he mumbled knowing exactly what she needed right now. "It went terrible" came the muffled replied from his lap. "No it did not. You did really well. Who is the resident genius now again?" he reassure her. They stayed like that for one or two more episode of CIA something, him murmuring reassuring things and stroking her hair. Slowly the tension that had build over the past week left her body, she relaxed and before long she started to drift of. The man reached for the remote control, shut the TV of and lift her up. Carefully not to wake her he put her to bed and dropped a kiss to her forehead. "Sleep now" he whispered.

[mandy-hope-san]

Sherlock AU

Imagine a world where everyone cover their eyes. A thin fabric is bound across people’s eyes so they can see out but nobody can see in. It started as a fashion but then became the norm. The eyes are covered so you can’t read everything a person feel. The only people how can see your eyes are your most beloved.

Sherlock have never covered his eyes since it hinder him from observe everything. That makes him a freak in most people’s eyes but it helps him point out clues the detective’s miss because of their limit eyesight.

At the beginning John is a bit thrown off by seeing those ice blue eyes so he keeps his head down, but slowly he gets used to it. Like most doctor John wear a very thin white fabric over his eyes to see as much as possible of his patients. Sometimes Sherlock can see a hint of blue throw the fabric and is long to be able to see John’s eyes.

[mandy-hope-san]

Let's play

Since I'm board and avoiding my homework let's play a game. Send me a word (or a phrase) and a fandom and I will write a minific (only one scene) about it. Rules: • send one word/phrase + a fandom • please keep it to the fandoms shown on my blog (so I don't have to do a lot of research) • reblogging this post is a plus • must not follow me this is for fun :) This ends at Sunday so spread it on :)

[mandy-hope-san]

Writing challenge

So svartkrut it is Sunday. Here is my character for the thing. I await yours. Name: Ayodele Lindiwe (joy of the house, I watch or guard) Sex: female Age: 30 Eyes: sharp grey Hair: dark brown, curly, thick, avengers length, in a braid when she is working. Hight: tall around 175 cm Skin colour: dark brown Body Build: rather muscular, wide hips and shoulders, curvy Sexuality: Demi Work: high rank military, marine, captain over her own ship Family: big family with many siblings, nieces and nephews Biggest strength/biggest weakness: her family is both her biggest strength and weakness. She would do anything to keep them safe but also it is the thought of them that keeps her going then it gets bad. Personalty: loves kids and can be a really softy when she is home. Enjoy the small things in life: gardening, cooking, baking, sewing. Then she is home you can often find her in the garden dressed in a flowing sundress in a clear colour. She joined the military directly after high school and made it her life. At work she is every inch a captain and has been nicked named the Steel Lady. No one mocks her. Of her crew she demand respect, loyalty, manners and eagerness, nobody is slacking of. She had been in a fair share of battles and has the scares to prove it. The change between home mood and work mood is like a switch. One time she got urgently called in and didn't have time to change so she showed up in one of her sundresses. Then someone tried to be funny about it he was firmly told that "he had no right to comment since he screwed up so bad she had to be there in the first place". She is a woman that feel just as good in combat boots and uniform, with her hair pulled back in a braid and a official little hat as in sundresses, bare foot and hair flying in the wind. She is beauty, she is grace, she will punch you in the face.