“Can I kiss you?” Carmisi

sofuckingchuffed:

It had been a long day full of fielding calls, making excuses, and doing her best to make sure Barba didn’t bite her head off, and Carmen was exhausted.

Still, she couldn’t deny the slight flutter in her stomach when, right on 6pm, Detective Carisi strolled into the office, smile as bright as the sun despite the bags under his eyes.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” she cautioned, grabbing her bag as she locked her computer. “He’s been in a mood all day.”

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howlnatural:

the most fun thing about being a fic author is when you know what’s supposed to happen but when you go to write it you realise that, for the event to be plausible, you need to add another 2k of development and establish like six extra things before you can even get to the scene you need to write, and by ‘most fun’ I mean fuck everything someone take this fucking story away from me I’m on strike