Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: my writing process is revealed like this is literally me writing just ask drayizzle

You watched the little bar blink, drumming your fingers on the table. You chewed the corner of your lip, begging your mind to form somesort of idea. You reached for the mug of tea that sat beside the keyboard of your computer, sipping it, before sitting it back down beside your bowl of Macaroni and cheese.

"I can do this." You muttered softly, music blasting through your headphones. You placed your fingertips on the keys.

The bar blinked again.

"I can't do this." You groaned, your face hitting the keyboard.

"What's that?" A deep voice rumbled behind you, you sat up and let yourself sink into the soft couch.

"Andy wrapped his arms around your waist, peppering your neck with soft feathery kisses. The sky was flecked with orange and pink streaks as the sun set, bringing the cold chill of the night....." Sherlock read allowed, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Y/N what is this?"

"An imagine. An imagine i can't finish!" You hissed, shoving your laptop off your lap and yanking out your earbuds.

"Whose Andy?" Sherlock cocked his head, jealously seeped into his tone.

"Andy Biersack. Beautiful man. Horrible imagine." You groaned, scrolling up to the media section of the draft.

(Uou have been blessed by the fallen angel himself)

you just needed another closing paragraph. After an all nighter you had almost finished the imagine your followers had been begging for when-

Suddenly your laptop was shut.

"NO!" You screamed, tears pricked your eyes.

"I didn't hit save." You whimpered, lip trembling. Your chair was spun so you could face your boyfriend. "I was almost done." Pure exhaustion rushed through you as you rubbed your eyes, you'd put your heart and soul into that imagine and now it was gone.

"Why did you do that?!" You screeched, throwing the pillow you had been leaning against at him.

"What about me?" He pouted.

"I WANNA GUT YOU AND FEED YOU TO BONES!"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "Andy Biersack?"

"The love of my life?"

Sherlock growled.

You smirked slightly, the sweet taste of revenge danced along your tongue. )( da f was that metaphor )(

"I thought i was."

"Well you don't sing like an angel, scream like a demon, and have a face like that." You sighed dreamily, picking up your phone and showing your lockscreen.

Sherlock's eyes widened and you pushed yourself to your feet. You shoved sherlock aside and picked up your bowl, shoving the cheesey goodness into your mouth.

Sherlock slipped in front of you, you swallowed just in time for lips to be on yours. A strong arm snaked around your waist.

You smirked into the kiss, Sherlock reached for the top button of your top when you pushed him back, he opened his mouth in protest but you stuck your macaroni fork in his mouth. His eyes widened and you placed a kiss on his cheek and turned away, hips swaying.

"Don't mess with my fan fiction sweetheart."

A/N

Tada two updates in one day

Sorry it's short and I'm sorry my recent imagines have been crap

Watching zootopia

Song of the chapter: They Don't Need To Understand by Andy Black

IM IN LOVE WITH HANNAH HOFFMAN SHE REMINDS ME OF ME

Love y'all

Bye bye for now