#know that everytime i get an email for a new comment on my fic my heart stops beating and then i read ur sweet comments asking ab it

[maedaex2combo]

guys i swear i havent forgotten about MTP i think about it everyday and it haunts me every night i dont think ill get a good nights rest until i finish that fic

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 4

Title: Dark Fantasy Meets Reality

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man) x f!Reader

Kink: CNC

Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, CNC, hair pulling, rough sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, sunshine), praise (good girl), man-handling, bondage (zipties), p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, choking/breath play, panties and fingers in mouth, vaginal fingering, Lloyd Hansen (He is most DEFINITELY a warning)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You find a place on the Web where you can spell out your sexual desires with no judgement and maybe even hire some help... 

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

A/N: Jeez, cutting it close with this one. I had another fic for today but I wanted to change the pacing so I decided this might be a better fit - Love Grem 💜

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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You half growl to yourself and kick off the covers.

This was getting ridiculous.

You were beyond horny – you were desperate for some relief but everytime you got close to that sweet, sweet edge of ecstasy, you were viciously pulled away. Either there was a delivery, or phone call, something that snapped your mind our of fantasy and back to reality. Sometimes it was your own mind sabotaging you; you forgot the washing again, that very important work thing you had. Things that only added to your stress and frustration. Always  Ruining what would have been a perfect orgasm.

You’d been without a partner for a while now, and at first it was great. You and your fingers or vibrator were happy as a clam. However, the insatiable need of physical touch became overpowering. You didn’t want the torturous, laborious process of getting to know someone before trusting them enough to reveal some of your kinks for them to either break it off or judge you. Although it would be nice to have someone to share your bed with, once in a while.

You huffed, tugging your sweat pants back on, and heading to the bathroom to wash your hands. You needed to do something or someone and soon. You head back to your laptop, your coffee cold and uninviting, grumbling as you answer emails. It’s not long before your mind wanders, taunting you with thoughts and daydreams of utter filth. You glance to your phone.

Surely, there has to be a website for your sort of fantasies right? You see comments on reddit and porn sites so – surely – there’s a site where you could at least talk through your fantasies?

You pick up your phone and begin to type; work abandoned. After forty minutes of searching you find a site, agreeing to terms and conditions and set up a log in; using a faceless image of yourself in your favourite bra. Writing out your biography is a strangely freeing feeling. Openly listing kinks and things you’d like to try; things you’d never, ever tell a random person you’d meet face to face. Its not long before you’re browsing through posts and you can feel the familiar bubble of excitement build. You bite your lip.

It’s a dangerous game but you consider making a post, laying out what you need. You remind yourself of digital footprints but God – you need some form of release that maybe this will help. So you write. It’s not a New York Times Bestseller, but it’ll do. You re-read it, ironing out any spelling mistakes or especially bad grammar and hit the post button. You stare as it publishes your content and sigh softly. You’re not sure how to feel.

“I can always delete it in a few days,” you tell yourself, setting your phone face down and looking back to your laptop. “Yeah. I could always do that.”

You’re running errands a week later when your phone buzzes with a notification. You dismiss it and shrug it off, continuing to walk down the street with your tote over your shoulder. It was a warm day, a deliciously cool breeze in the air and youd taken the time and effort  to make yourself up. A cute summer dress that was almost a little revealing, your favourite strawberry lip gloss and make up to exentuate your favourite and best features and your hair, your hair, was just perfect today.

It still didn't stop the ache from your clit though. That was the only downside.

You reached around the snacks in your tote bag to find the keys to your home but your key wouldn’t turn. You frowned a little and try the handle. The front door swung open to an empty apartment. You shiver slightly.

“Must’ve forgot to lock it. Damn.” You murmur to the hallway as you step inside. You turn to lock the door and when the bolt slides home, a gloved handovers your mouth and you’re yanked backwards into a broad, hard chest. You yelp as you’re pulled, legs wobbling but another large hand appears at your hip, holding you steady against your aggressor.

“Welcome home,” a deep voice rumbles from behind you, breath hot on your neck and wisps of facial hair tickling the shell of your ear. You go to make a noise, but the hand encompassing your jaw squeezes hard.

“Ah – ah – ah,” the voice chides teasingly and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I don’t want you screaming just yet.”

It was like someone had poured ice down your spine. You were spun around and early marched down the short hallway  and into the kitchen, your tote ripped from your shoulder and tossed somewhere – you didn’t really care, you were to busy thinking about what would happen next. Marched to the countertop, your aggressor pushed your head flat against the surface, nestling a strong leg between your thighs  to stop you trying to make a hasty attempt at escape  while a free hand bound your wrists behind your back with what felt like zipties, biting into your skin agonisingly. He made an approving humming sound, and although you couldn’t quite see him, you could feel his eyes roaming over you. Gloved hands ghosted from your knees, to your thighs and to your ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze as the skirt of your dress was lifted over your hips. You felt yourself flush with a mixture of fear and embarassment, knowing your lace panties were being admired.

“All this for me? You shouldn’t have.”

You wriggled feebly, which earned you a harsh smack to on ass cheek, making you squeak with shock. You kick your legs out, earning another, harder smack to your other cheek. This time you cry out, and you hear the voice chuckle.

“Behave, sweetheart,” you hear a belt buckle clink behind you and freeze up. “Or don’t. I don’t really care.”

You whimper when you feel a finger run down to your clit over your panties and you flush again when you feel your legs practically vibrate at the sensation. Another chuckle from the man behind you.

“Oh, sweetheart. Here, let me help.”  

You feel your panties slowly and tauntingly slide down over your ass cheeks, your voice dying in your throat the hot flesh between your legs met the cool air of your kitchen.  You can feel your panties hang loosely around your ankles and there’s a tap against your leg from a polished shoe. On instinct you raise your foot.

“Good girl,” purrs the voice, tapping your other leg with his foot. You repeat the motion, raising your other leg. There’s a dramatic sigh as the man leans over, swiftly sweeping your panties from the floor. You whimper when he leans over your body, pressing you into the counter. Your bones cry in agony with the pressure and you bite your lip to keep any sort of noise slipping out. Which is futile when a large hand knots in your hair, pulling your hair by the root, forcing you to crane your neck back uncomfortably to look at the man behind you. Tears sting at your eyes but you say nothing, focusing intently as predatory blue eyes bore into you. You can see a playful sneer tugging at his lips beneath a groomed moustache, contorting a handsome face into a dangerously seductive one.

“Hey, pretty girl. Name’s Lloyd. I need you to remember that, got it?”

You don’t think you’d be able to forget it anytime soon but you nod anyway, keeping your teeth firmly pressed against the softness of your lips as you look back at him with glassy wide eyes. His smile widens and he pats your right ass cheek gently.

“Good girl,” He praises, raising your panties to your mouth. “Open wide, pretty girl.”

Your heart beats wildly as you comply, feeling the thick gloved fingers shove the flimsy material into your open mouth. Shame floods you as you feel the dampness of your excitement touch your tounge – this should not turn you on as much as it does. Lloyd takes in your expression, and looks pleased.

“You look good with your mouth full, sunshine.” He teases, squeezing your ass cheek with his free hand before moving to your aching core. Your moan is suppressed by your panties and Lloyd’s fingers in your mouth. Lloyd slips two fingers into your desperate hole with ease, sliding them in and out torturously slow, smirking down at you as your eyes flutter and your legs shift. He teases and flexes his fingers inside of you, spreading and stretching you open with a delicious burn that had you keening around the fingers in your mouth.

“Shit,” He gasps tauntingly. “You’re already soaked. You don’t need the warm-up.”

Your eyes go wide when you feel his cock run over your folds, gathering the slick that had built up between your thighs. You make a muffled sound of protest that evolves into a long moan as Lloyd sheaths his cock into your throbbing cunt. Your eyes roll back and Lloyd’s fingers move from your mouth to wrap around your throat, squeezing your windpipe lightly and pulling you backwards so you’re flush against his chest.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He coos huskily into your ear, “Take it.”

The hand in your hair moves to your hip, keeping you still as he starts to thrust into you. Lloyd’s moustache tickles at your throat when he trails kisses along the back of your neck, the grip from his hand squeezing so tightly you feel lightheaded. But damn, if it doesn’t feel good. Your pussy grips his cock making Lloyd grunt into your ear, thrusting harder into you. You mewl around your panties, trying to shift your tied hands to no avail.

Lloyd groans as he feels your slick walls flutter around him, milking his cock so well, so quickly. A gloved finger hooks part of your panty and tugs it free from your mouth, throwing to the floor with a wet thud. You take a huge gulp of air before Lloyd’s hand is back around your throat again.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He growls, tugging your neck back forcefully. You yell out, back arching along with your neck as your hips slam mercilessly against the countertop.

“Y-You!” You cry out, gasping for air when he releases your throat to let you speak. Lloyd clicks his tongue, squeezing your throat again.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he chides, voice low. “Get it wrong again and I’ll have to spank you. Now, let’s try again. Who does this pussy belong to?”

He releases your throat again but this time you almost scream his name. “Lloyd! I-it belongs to yo-“

“That’s right, baby!” Lloyd interrupts you loudly, cutting off your air supply once more. He fucks into you mercilessly, and you’re sure you’ve got Bruises on your hips, but you don’t really care. Lloyd’s sneer against your neck with filthy praises falling from his lips make your head spin and you don’t even notice that you’re cumming over his cock until he releases your neck to let you scream.

“Oh, look at you.” He huffs, continuing the unrelenting pace, loving the feeling of your soaked cunt around him and the way your legs are shaking. “Doin’ so well for me sweetheart. I think I’m gonna have to keep you.”

You whine pitifully, pleasure blurring your brain as you nod along to his words.

“Fuck, you’d like that?” Lloyd groans. His hips stutter for a moment but when he starts to fuck you again, it’s sloppier and less focused. “You’d like to be all mine?”

“Oh – yes!” You half-sob, eyes rolling to look up at the ceiling as you feel your pussy spasm; close to cumming yet again. That spasm is what sends Lloyd over the edge, pinning you in place with his hands on your hips as he coats your walls with his cum. You follow soon after, again, squeezing him for everything he can give.

Your breathing is shallow but you tell when cool metal slips against your wrist, freeing your from the ties. Your hands fly out to grab the counter, steading yourself as you catch your breath.

“Well, sunshine, this was fun.” Lloyd comments nonchalantly as he removes himself from you lazily, prolonging the feeling of his cock slipping from you before giving your ass a pat. “But I’ve got a job nearby – shouldn’t be too long.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows and blink a few times. You glance over your shoulder to see him shoving himself back into his pants quickly. He gives you a wink and a smirk that has a blush creeping up your neck.

“Don’t give me that look,” He says waggling a finger jokingly at you. “I’ll be back later for another round. Or three.”

You nod, still a little shell-shocked and ruminating in post-orgasm bliss. Maybe that website wasn't half bad after all.

[mirzamsaiph]

IT’S ME, I’M ALIVE, UR GIRL IS BACK FR FR. 

Okay, calming down now. Hi, how are you doing? I hope you’ve been good. I AM SO SORRY I haven’t commented on your new chapter releases, I’ve been having a rough time, year 12 is hard man, and I still have like two more terms of school after this one, and then university. I promise you I have read every chapter you’ve dropped, even if I haven’t commented. I’ve been lamenting for days on whether or not to send you an ask bcs like, ur my fav and ya know, it’s only fair I do bcs I follow you anyway lol but I also have no idea what to say, ur making me shy, damn. I’ve just been lurking in your Tumblr feed, liking all ur posts like a gremlin bcs sending an ask is too scary, (forgive me, for I am a coward). How long has it been since I last commented, I don’t even know 🙁.

I’m writing this as a draft in Google Docs in the middle of my maths double, who writes a draft for an ask? Me, I write drafts for asks apparently, yikes man. The maths part doesn't matter, I do not care for it.

I still love every single one of your chapters, ESPECIALLY THE READING THE BOOK ONES!! LIKE HELLO?!?!? POSEIDON FOR BEST FATHER!?!?! Sobbing, screaming, crying after reading that, I love the sea fam. Percy is so bbg too, like hold him in my hands and give him lil forehead kisses kinda bbg, so precious. AND just the campers, they're so cute, I love when Camp Half-Blood actually comes across as a family, or like an actual camp, the singing around the camp-fire is so wholesome, and Will being Percy's hype-man, like c'mon man, they're just best buddies, I love that for them.

It is deeply important to me that you understand just how much I love your fics, and just like ur content in general. When I get bored I always check my emails for updates or I go on ur Tumblr and just scroll, like I love u pookie, fr.

I’m just gonna send this as is, I’m psyching myself out over this hahah. I’ll try and get around to commenting on chapters again, especially one’s I’ve missed, and if I have time I might just start sending them via Tumblr. I need like somewhere to list everything I wanna talk abt in the comments.

Anyway, bye bye, see u soon.

Fun fact, in however long I’ve had Tumblr, this is my first ask :3

PS: I just realised I never put my name lol, it’s Smoll_Satan. This is my Tumblr account 👍.

OH MY GOD HELLO??? WELCOME BACK GIRL??? YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED TRUST 🤞🏻

I’m doing great, school is kicking my butt :( trying not fail this semester as the moment. Year 12 (which I’m taking a wild guess and saying that is junior year, in American terms) is known as the hardest and most stressful year, so no judgement here girlie!

Don’t fear girl! I’m not scary at all, I’m like the literal least intimidating person on the planet. I’m just a girl I promise. I saw you go through and like my posts and I was giggling everytime I got a notification bc that was really nice 😭

Writing in your docs is so real because I have done the EXACT same thing so many times, mostly bc I fear tumblr is gonna bug out on me ;( Also I hate math too, it irks my soul.

THANK YOU. POSEIDON IS GETTING HIS REDEMPTION ARK. TRUST ME. I was screaming writing that, i was just so surprised that I wrote that because I lovedddd it.

Will and Percy are best bro’s but Percy is ready to threaten him when he and Nico get together. Trust Percy is a protective older brother… (the singing was so sweet :(()

GIRL I LOVE YOU OH M GEE YOU’RE SO SWEET. I love seeing your comments, whilst you look for my chapters I go looking in my comments for your comment.

Don’t psych yourself out when it comes to Tumblr asks! I love them, like I find it so amazing. If you do comment trust I’ll be replying to each one, they are the source of my amusement for each chapter. (literally have cackled reading your commentary)

BYE! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[folklauerate]

Please, please, please, is there any chance to get that final part of "an affair, three ways"? These stories (perspectives?) were just so damn perfect! I have re-red them like a million times by now (I'm not obsessed, you are!) and not having Anthony's point of view just bloody kills me! It is literally driving me insane! So, please?

Hi!

First of all, thanks for reading and re-reading. That really means a lot that you enjoyed the fic that much. I appreciate you and feel really touched that you’re spending so much time with the words 🩷

I hesitate to say no, because never say never, but I really don’t see myself ever writing the Anthony POV, and that’s for a multitude of reasons.

Perhaps first and foremost is the anon hate I received over this fic. I received multiple, really long hate comments on this fic, that were exceptionally rude, hurtful, and seemed to think that I, as a person, was condoning cheating just because I wrote about an affair. This was a wildly crazy accusation to make, not in the least because this anonymous person doesn’t even know me, but also because this is a work of fiction. You would not read a murder mystery and think that the writer is promoting murder! Hell, there’s so many books, plays, films, and tv shows that talk about people cheating, and none of them are “promoting” it or trying to make it seem like some really moral act. The anon commenter made plenty of comments about my character, bashed my friends, bashed my writing ability, berated me for being racist, and this is just stuff that I happened to see because I couldn’t even bring myself to read the entire comment. Everytime I deleted the comments, they would repost them in their entirety. I have also seen friends get anon hate comments and those comments might reference my fic or think a friend wrote it or something. I have seen people reference this fic derogatorily in their tumblr asks. I have seen people disparage it everywhere. I’m currently receiving constant emails from AO3 informing me that someone is attempting to reset my password, either in an attempt to hack my account or just harass me, and they’ve been doing it to a few other writers as well who have posted works that people have seen reason to disagree with, despite everything being an act of fiction.

Writing a third POV to this fic would open myself up to a wave of new hate and I sincerely cannot bring myself to do that at this time. It’s a small act of courage to even keep the fics up knowing it draws so much ire. I’m a little aware that people loved it, but also need people to understand this—unless you’re leaving a comment or telling me directly that you liked my fic, I do not know that you enjoyed my fic. And if you’re re-reading it, I don’t know that! And I’m not writing fic to get any sort of recognition or kudos (writing fanfiction is probably the worst way to get recognition because you don’t get recognition for it lol, we’re all truly just writing because we have a story in our hearts), but this is all to say that while I’m vaguely aware that people enjoy the fic, the love doesn’t necessarily outweigh all of the constant harassment I’ve received from it. I don’t want to expose myself to any more.

I suppose if one day in the future, I feel so moved, I might write it. I do warn that my plans were not to write an Anthony POV of the events of the Kate POV and Tom POV either. I was going to write the Anthony POV of before the affair and after the affair, and I also don’t know that readers would want that. It’s not your typical HEA after the affair; they’re both flawed and wounded people with an unhealthy attachment to one another and huge trust issues. There’s a lot to overcome and it’s not super rosy and happy at all. It would be an emotionally taxing fic to write and tbh it doesn’t even seem worth it to write it if I’m going to risk alienating the people who enjoyed the fic because now they’re upset that theyre not seeing the HEA they wanted and I’m going to risk digging up more harassment and hate for myself. Writing fic is already a thankless job which is in and of itself okay if you don’t go into writing it for thanks, but if you go into it and get hate, it makes it worse.

I’m sorry for the likely depressing answer, Anon :( I am truly happy to hear that you enjoyed that AU! For a while I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for spending time in those words.

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For the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask! :D 💌🤲✨

hi b ! <3

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

i love comments and feedback. veilder here is famous for writing the most insane analysis of my fic and it is a m a z i n g

everytime i get an email saying theres a new comment my frickin like praise kink sets off KSJLDFKJSDLDFKJDSL

I just like words of affirmation

but i also like analysis and criticisms! they help me write better and determine what needs to be fixed (i make my sister tell me these)

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

T-T tysm and I really like that i can convey a scene well. I've read a lot of fics and just books where I have no clue what is going on bc of inconsistencies, but I strive to make sure everything is clear !

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I will... this goes hand in hand with 'in the meadow'.... just a lil spicy tidbit for the hungry masses

Meryl wasn’t a sloppy person, nor would anyone consider her a sloppy person. She was well organized, kept her signature white linen suit well pressed, and always packed neatly when she and Milly traveled. She always brushed her teeth, kept a fresh bottle of shampoo. Milly could even attest to moments when the big girl lapsed after a night of drinking and Meryl would be there to help to get her to sleep.

But right now every move Meryl made was sloppy. Hands grasping at buttons, lips mashed against each other, and far too much tongue used in all the wrong places. And yet with the mess she was making, every touch felt so right.

Of course, she hadn’t meant for it to turn out like this. She had only meant to return the toma feed back to the shed when was followed by a particular outlaw. 

[duchi-nesten]

I FORGOR ABOUT THIS TAG DFSHUIFDGHUIDFSHUIDF uhh i havent written much so lets see how well ill do

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

6! Somehow!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

18,267 that is....insane to me actually

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Danny Phantom! It's the only fandom I feel comfortable trying to write for since everyone is so freaking nice hehe

but baby kad used to write a lot for phineas and ferb on deviantart and ive got some unposted secret saturdays fics ive written thru years in my folders too

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

The wiener takes it all (56)

Right? (65)

Cuddle couch (89)

Consequences (246)

Treats and threats (374)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to but i tend to check them in my email and then forget to go on ao3 hfdguighfdsu bUT EVERY COMMENT MAKES ME SMILE SO BRIGHT

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

whats an angst never heard of it in my entire life maybe the consequences one, i think thats the closest i got to angst in general

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Cuddle couch 100% but it was happy all around

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far! Luckily dsfhguidsfhdsfiu I shake so hard whenever i post a new fic i might actually die if i get hate LMAO

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

whats a smut never heard of it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Okay so.....nothing that I posted but...I used to love writing silly stupid crossovers when I was younger! I have a bunch of baby kad writing on my pc and i love to read it sometimes and just laugh at how silly it is lmao

The craziest one out of those is gotta be a dp/pnf/fop crossover i once wrote, i lose it everytime i read it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

.......Gray Ghost.......

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This one dp/tss crossover thats been in my drafts for ....almost a year now

16. What are your writing strengths?

I..don't know! And not in a self depricating way! I genuenly don't know enough about writing to know what I do good and what i don't do good? I have little moments where I'm super proud of something small, but I don't think I can group those in any way lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Not knowing enough words. English is my third languege and I tend to write in my first languege first and then translate and i just....see all the words disappear cuz idk how to say something lmAO

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not oppossed to it if it's clear what's being said in terms of context and/or doesn't require a translation. But if you make me scroll down to authors notes for a translation or god forbid google it myself just to understand the fic then i will cry and stop reading fdghiufdshu

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Phineas and Ferb during my deviantart days, but all of those were in polish only

20. Favorite fic you've written?

.......Cuddle couch....

i tag my mom because im so late to this im p sure all my friends have been tagged on these already

20 Q's for Fic Writers

I got tagged by @dp-marvel94! Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

I've just posted my 22nd work a few days ago!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

37,763

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, all my published fics are for Danny Phantom. It's a fandom that's near and dear to my heart and my favorite to write for. I've written fanfiction for myself in a lot of different fandoms over the years. Miraculous Ladybug, Mega Man (Star Force, Battle Network) and Fire Emblem are a few. (Will these ever see the light of day? Probs not, lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?  5. Frayed Ends - 37 kudos - Jazz and Maddie are fighting more often. Jack wants to reach out and help his family. 4. The Same Blood - 45 kudos - Maddie and Jack try to help a sick girl that collapsed in front of their house. They don't know what to make of her condition. Danny wants to help.

3. Returned Home - 49 kudos - Maddie finds Danny at home after he disappeared ten months ago.

2. The Broken Pieces Left Behind - 66 kudos (tie) - Maddie knew what the portal did to Danny. If she could create something that essentially turned him into a ghost, she could figure out a way to fix all of it. Even if she hasn't made any progress in the past two months, she'll keep trying. She didn't account for what Danny wanted. 1 . What's Out of Out Control - 66 kudos (tie) - Danny thought he had it under control. He thought he could finally hang out like they used to always do. Tucker could feel the rift between them widening. It wasn't getting smaller anytime soon.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! There were a few comments from my two earlier fics that I never responded to and it's already been so long and I feel like I ended up putting it off too long to say anything now 😓But I'm so so thankful for all the comments I receive! I never thought anyone would read my work, let alone comment on it. I'm always between two modes of 'author commentary' and 'screaming thank you and running away'.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lol, I love my angsty stuff and there are so many different flavors of angst, so it's hard to pick just one. I'd say the piece I aimed to write for Angst Fest, The Broken Pieces Left Behind, might be it. It ends on a rather hopeless note for the Fenton family that even I don't know how to make everything better for them

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Home for a Cat. It was for a Ectoberhaunt prompt that I was absolutely stumped on. So I decided someone was going to adopt a cat by the end of the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ahh, so I actually posted a fic on FFN wayyy back when I was in high school. I remember it being received pretty well but I got a really rude comment on a simple spelling mistake. Back then, I was just told I had dyslexia a few years prior and I had some really bad self-esteem issues tied in with that. So, yeah, that comment basically made me terrified to ever show my work to anyone ever.

It's been over ten years since then and I wanted to actually get over that fear. I impulsively decided to do Angst Fest with the mindset that no one would even look at what I posted. Not only did people look, everyone has been so kind!!!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lkdajldkf, nope. I get flustered trying to write basic romance and having two characters hold hands, lmao. Major props to those that can, it's definitely a skill that takes time to master just like any other genre.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also haven't had this either.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but it seems like a lot of fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Back when the show was airing, Amethyst Ocean (Danny/Sam) was my go to. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers tropes and it's really nostalgic for me. But, I don't really read a lot of shippy things for Danny Phantom, so ships don't make or break a fic for me.

If I'm looking to read romance, the whole Love Square (MariChat my beloved) with Miraculous Ladybug will always be great. Even if I jumped ship on the show around season 2 or 3 and I have no clue what they're doing now, lol.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I honestly have so many WIPs that are unfinished on my computer from over the years. Maybe a super old one that I titled 'Phantoms in the Daylight'. Angst once more with Character Death as the main pain point. I like the beginning but oh boy, does it get sloppy and confusing real quick. I'd need serious outlining energy put into it if I'd ever want to salvage it and I just don't have it in me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! Give me two blorbos and I'll make them talk forever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery and description. I love the dialogue portion so much that I end up running into the floating heads in an empty room problem in the first drafts of my fics. My first round of edits are dedicated to making sure I have a scene and grounding characters into it. And then I have to go back later to make it not feel so robotic sounding.

(Also a weakness but more as in fic than writing. Summaries and Titles. I stare at my drafts on AO3's editor for at least half an hour trying to pull something together, lol)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can probably talk about this for hours, lol. I absolutely love foreign languages, especially when it comes to linguistics. So, I'll try to be brief, lmao. Short answer: depends on the fic but normally no. I already spend so much time fussing over the word choice/slang/formality/dialect characters use in my native language. I don't have a good enough grasp on another language for it to sound natural to the reader. ("They would not fucking say that" is my internal monologue during dialogue edits, lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It's a toss up between Pokemon and Danny Phantom. I first learned about fanfiction from a friend who showed me FFN for the Pokemon fics. I looked around the site and found all of the Danny Phantom fics soon after and got hooked on those. I started writing around then and it would have been for one of those two.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hard to chose one! Writing technicality wise, I'm proud of how What Remains on the Table turned out. I consider description my weak point, so the original draft was 0 dialogue with very stiff descriptions. I was able to edit it to really practice my environmental storytelling. (Although, please mind the tags if you click the link as it does deal with the dissection topic)

I'm not sure who's been tagged and I'm not sure who writes fanfic, so @lavendarlily, @fangirlwriting-stories, @grub-xd, @nanaarchy and anyone else that wants to join!

[relaxxattack]

nooo but if it’s unfinished that means you get to subscribe and it’s so much fun everytime a new chapter comes out bc it’s so exciting to see the email in your inbox and know a new chapters out !!!

one of my all time favourite fics (the case of the fire inside by trying_to_spell_both_our_names_at_once - it’s an sbi fic with selkie!tommy and wilbur, techno and phil as lightkeepers) is unfinished and i think i actually prefer it being unfinished bc i love seeing when it’s been updated and rushing to read a new chapter and theorising about what’ll happen next in the comments !! dude i love it sm :D

(though obviously if you’ve just never liked unfinished fics that’s cool as well pahaha feel free to ignore me)

no it’s okay i understand the appeal it’s just… ive mentioned before i like endings, right? and knowing the whole story? im a binge reader so reading the whole thing in one night only for there to NOT be an ending (and i now have to WAIT for any more???) is absolutely hell for my brain sometimes 😭 /lh

like WHAT IF THE AUTHOR DROPS THE STORY…. then it will all have been for Naught

[letsfluxshitup]

FLUX YOU MAD LAD YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!!! THE MARRIAGE CRACKFIC HYPE IS REAL AND THE REALITY DOES NOT DISAPPOINT!! i rly wanted 2 send u an ask as soon as I got the ao3 email but i held myself 2gether and actually read the current content like a Normal Person so!! This’ll be disjointed and incomprehensible but we’re both up at midnight right now so </3

Okay. Right. First of all: I love how comfortable ur writing is!! Like I know I’ve commented on it before but Techno n Quackity are just Very Comfortable with one another and there’s no stilted sort of ‘oh but it’s platonic’ clarification needed! They just genuinely feel safe in one anothers presence and that is wonderful <333

Also,, the description and use of the ‘mutually unrequited’ tag is ENDLESSLY amusing 2 me like yes,,, that’s so them,,, how did I not connect the dots before. Ur literally a genius

I love Mr. Quacks :]] his indignant protectiveness of Quackity that Big Q barely seems to notice? Him quickly registering Techno as a safe person bc of Quackity’s concern for him? Wilbur having issues with A Literal Chicken, Somehow? Mr. Quacks is my new favourite character in the Dream SMP sorry kings that really is how the cookie crumbles

I’m very satisfied by the fact that u let Quackity talk a little bit abt his issues with Schlatt!! And the way you write dialogue is so natural?? Like, Quackity doesn’t rly convey his specific issue super well bc he’s never been great at the whole feelings deal, but it’s super clear he’s trying to get across the emotional manipulation (even if Q doesn’t rly recognize it like that) and Schlatt’s obvious abuse of power over Quackity as his president AND husband. Very proud of him for his efforts :,] and Techno’s automatic response being to just go murder the man? Like YES KING LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

I don’t know how you manage to do it but you make me more invested in their friendship w/ each thing you write :,]] Quackity’s very easygoing demeanour and active expression of affection through physical gestures and pet names pairs v well with Techno’s more stoic personality that gives way to casual shows of affection and fierce protectiveness of the people he cares about?? Your characterization is literally just a dopamine factory I will never get over how good you are at dynamics aasndmdkfkd

Also I love how ur including more SBI dynamics!! Your Wilbur is friendly but still like. Vaguely Unhinged and I appreciate that you didn’t completely get rid of his Issues(tm) in favour of the family dynamic. You woke up 2day and gave us both! As a treat. And I really love how you write Tommy as a whole :] he’s a bit of a brat and the teenage vibes are ever so present but you do kind of want to give him a hug anyways. I love and care them,,,,

You’ve sparked my thoughts abt your various quacknoblade AUs again!! And also dormant thoughts abt the TMA quacknobros AU I thought briefly abt where Techno was Jon n Quackity was Martin,,,,, honestly ur ability to create brainrot is insane ily king

- Saturn 🪐

OH SATURN I GENUINELY BLEW KISSES AT MY PHONE WHEN I REALIZED THIS WAS FROM YOU. you have such a distinct way of sending asks that I knew it was you right away actually it's really funny amksmdmdkdkd ilysm

Also WOW CALLED OUT YEAH ITS MIDNIGHT YEAH WE'RE FEELING INCOHERENT ❤️

ALSO THANK YOU;;; I channel my aromantic energy into my fics by just not registering things as romantic in the slightest ❤️ I am unstoppable ❤️

Ok wait it's kinda funny bc I feel like at a time I was like "gotta make sure everyone knows this is platonic" but now I've reached this point where I'm just "if you don't get it that's on you" KSKSKSKSKDKKDF

YES THE MUTUALLY UNREQUITED TAG;;; I saw a post abt it on Tumblr, I think I tagged it as #marriage crackfic bc that's literally what it is listen;;; it fits so fucking well oh my God

YEAH YEAH MR QUACKS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME. I was a bit stuck on writing for a while and then iwnas like "wait what if quackity befriends that chicken from the creepcident" and now we're here skskmdmdmdmfk

ALSO YEAH WILBUR AND MR QUACKS S RELATIONSHIP IS V IMPORTANT TO ME

I'm really really glad you like the dialogue abt schlatt. Tbh I think that's like, one of the oldest parts of the fic. I've been writing it on and off for a while now and that was one of the first things I wrote, and I still absolutely adore how it came out. Idk! That bit of dialogue just came out fucking Perfectly for me and I'm still very :]]]]!!!! About it and I'm delighted you like it too!!!!

ALSO YES TECHNO MURDER POG <3

EVERYTIME YOU COMPLIMENT MY DYNAMICS I WEEP;;; I'm just very into characters who are Very Different getting along super well ok. im super duper in love with big stoic and chaotic small and that dynamic lives in my head rent free so you KNOW I gotta write about it as much as possible

YEAAAH THAT BIT WITH THE SBI BOYS WAS A JOY TO WRITE I REALLY REALLY LIKE IT A LOT;;; also yes! Wilbur gets to be unhinged <3 as a treat! AND YES FERAL TOMMY IS SO GOOD. HE IS A TEENAGER AND HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS CONSTANTLY. I imagine rough housing is a very popular way to show affection in the sbi household and tbh I'm a bit feral as well. projecting on to tommy by making him wrestle with techno. KAKAKKSKDKDKF

Ilysm your asks are always such a treat to read I'm very :>>> rn!!!

Also idk anything about TMA but I am looking intently!!! Share your infinite wisdom!!!

[akampana]

i don't know if anonymous comments matters to you, but i would like to thank you for your fanfics. I love the way you write everyone and as a fan of having characters interactions in mundane situations, i can say that your work scratches the spot everytime i read them. I really hope you enjoy writing them as much as i (and hopefully other people) enjoy reading then.

Anon, I think I speak for not just all writers but all content creators that we absolutely appreciate all comments anon or not. I’ve learned to write for myself over the years, but hearing that other people like the tiny little things that I put out into the world brings me immense joy. There’s nothing like that warm feeling that comes when I get a notification for a kudos, or an ask, a reply, or an email containing a new comment on my fic. I almost died that one time I got fan art. There isn’t a single comment I haven’t reread at least twice.

Thank you for saying that. I do enjoy writing, especially situations like that. :) I hope I can continue to provide things you enjoy reading.

In the meantime, I’ll be here with my little jar of happiness, wondering how I’m somehow lucky enough to receive stuff like this.

[tfw-needs-baby]

sam winchester | internet personas

based on my own experience. 

read on ao3? 

Sam Winchester and his brother stumbled upon fanfiction and the fandom a while ago. He swore to himself that he would never, ever go back and visit the crazy people that existed there. 

Well, sitting in his room in the bunker, he was bored and had nothing much to do because the supernatural had been pretty quiet for the past month or so and he was scrolling aimlessly through new articles and finding nothing. He doesn’t know how or why the idea popped into his head, but it came and he was curious at the time, so why not? 

‘Best places to’ Nope, delete that. 

‘Where to join a fandom’ Delete that too. That just sounded stupid. 

‘Fandom friendly sites.’ Yeah, that sounded about right. He clicked onto the first link, and it immediately brought him to a site called ‘Fandom.’ 

How ironic. Although it didn’t exactly help him much, it was just an explanation guide to their platform and what it had to offer. The rest of the links weren’t much help either, and he sighed. Alright, how to find the fans...wasn’t there something called livejournal? 

According to a couple of articles, old and inactive journals had been purged, but were still doing pretty well. And then, the Winchester searched up ‘best places to read fanfiction.’ 

A couple of suggestions appeared underneath ‘Popular on the web.’ 

‘Wattpad - tumblr - kindle words - deviantart - archive of our own - asianfanfics’ 

Huh. Visiting a couple of sites, Wattpad and Fanfiction.net and Archive Of Our Own popped up frequently, so he decided to visit Wattpad first. He went to browse works and choose fanfiction, and it brought him to a selection of hot and trendy stories with millions of views on them. Woah. It ranged from k-pop to a selection of animes to CBS shows and weird crossovers. The ‘x reader’ tag seemed very popular and he shivered, reminding him of Becky. 

Signing up wasn’t hard either. It had only taken him a couple of minutes. But when he was reading a selected few from the hot section, they didn’t exactly grab his attention. A lot of them seemed to be written by younger ten to fifteen year olds. They did have a large amount of potential and amazing storylines, he’ll give them that. 

Then he wandered over to Fanfiction.net. The sign up process was easy, but the site was a bit more historical and a bit more him. There were multiple forums, and he scrolled down and viewed a couple of them. Oh. They were similar to roleplay, but just - more building along a storyline with it, if that made any sense. The sign up was pretty easy here too, and he smiled as two notifications popped up in his gmail for both sites. 

Backtracking now, he went off to ‘archive of our own,’ nicknamed ‘ao3’ for short and a paragraph popped up and he skimmed through it quickly. It was just a warning that everything could be viewed by whoever and whatnot. The writing here definitely seems way more advanced, way more complex and interesting, with canon divergences going all out and unheard au’s. And the cliche plots we’re simply adorable. 

He went over to sign up, and raised an eyebrow when it stated that you needed to get an invitation, and all you had to do was enter in an email. And wait a day for an invitation. 

Hopping onto tumblr, he made an account quickly and started scrolling through it, and everything seemed different somehow. Like, more modern day than the last time he came to the page. The fandom had definitely become smaller due to a ‘nsfw ban’ and he couldn’t decide whether that was a good or bad thing. They had gifsets of memories that had happened about three years ago, with their final stand against Chuck, and he smiled as he went through year’s old blogs that never updated anymore, reblogging everything ‘Supernatural’ underneath the username ‘babytrenchcoatnougat’ and he started to tear up when he stumbled upon a post where they had created a small art of playing the rainbow slinky with Dean based on a gifset of a memory. He still remembers how happy Dean had been when he got it just for him, he played with it for the next week. 

A couple of week’s later, Sam want’s to do more than reblog and comment on content. Sam does have artistic potential, and he could definitely look into that. Although, writing seems easier at the moment, and he scrolls through an endless amount of fanfiction on archive of our own - ranging from major character death to general fanfiction - from his brother and best friend sleeping together to him turning into the boyking to high school universes to Apocalyptic worlds where they have failed.

He wants to write his own world, where they’re all happy and care-free and able to actually live happily, where no one he’s loved has died. Making a post on tumblr he states: By any chance, is there anyone on this platform that can help me with a non-romantic general Supernatural fanfiction?

He places a couple of normal tags that fit into the category, then presses post. About an hour later, he gets a reblog from someone called @ misha-moose-dean-burger-lover [and wow, that sounds like a handful] offering to help. 

I’m available if you need me to, @ babytrenchcoatnougat ; what’s the plot? We can discuss more in DM’s if you’d like! Besides, I’m free for the week, but if you need a beta reader I can offer a couple of people that I know. 

Sam sends her a message. 

babytrenchcoatnougat: can you give me some advice or writing tips if you have any? i'm not looking to make any implied romantic pairings in the fic

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: well, that depends, what’s the fic going to be about? 

babytrenchcoatnougat: i don't know yet, maybe team free will 2.0 just taking a roadtrip to nowhere without a destination in sight after defeating chuck?

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: eeeeee

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: that sounds like a awesome idea misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: you're definitely going to want to have specific destinations in mind, and only a hint of angst, and what they’re going to do at these locations 

misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: use transition words and make sure it doesn’t repeat often, descriptive details but don’t use it in every scene, and make sure there are frequent movements in the characters so they don’t sound so stiff, and make sure to slowly transition into the next scene, as time skipping to every scene will make the story seem boring. misha-moose-dean-burger-lover: make sure the characters aren’t ooc either! 

And so, Sam writes. He writes until his eyes hurt and he definitely needs some sleep, so he sends a quick message to a beta to read it over for him and they do, gushing about how the plot was wonderful and badly needed after all the terrible angst that occurred this season. He smiles, giving his thanks before uploading the first chapter out of 15, 13k words, onto ao3. 

[He checks over the grammar and tags over fifteen times.]

He can hardly contain his excitement, jumping around happily all day, even baking Dean a pie which makes him get sprayed with holy water and go through every test just to make sure he isn’t some supernatural creature. 

Later that afternoon, he checks his ao3 underneath the same username and finds out it’s gotten about 150 hits, and 38 kudos, which makes his heart swell. He’s also gotten a comment, and he presses comments eagerly. 

‘Kill yourself, psycho virgin fag.’ 

He re-reads the comment a couple of times, eyes tearing up and dropping his phone onto the kitchen table recklessly. What the fuck. Was his story really that bad? Did those people who didn’t leave a kudo really hate his story that much? Did the fans think his story was too child-like? Badly written? OOC? Do they really hate him that bad that he actually should commit- 

Sam breaks down right then and there, pushing his computer aside, placing his head down and crying softly. Castiel and Dean don’t find him until an hour later, and he’s still softly crying. They rush over to him, Dean quickly sitting to the right while Castiel sits to the left. “Sammy? What happened?” Dean asks, and the younger Winchester shakes his head. 

“N’thing.” He mumbles, and the older Winchester sighs. He’s just being stubborn, when he doesn’t want other people to worry about him, afraid that he’ll give them his problems. “Sam, please, if you talk to us, then we may fix the problem together. Remember, we made that promise two years ago, to be more open with each other.” The former-angel now archangel says, pushing Sam’s hair out of his face. Sam takes a shaky breath, pushing himself off the desk and grabs the laptop, opening it up to the recent fanfiction he had written, and Castiel and Dean both skim through it before Dean snatches the laptop. “Is this a fanfiction?” He looks at him as if he’s crazy, and Sam slowly shakes his head in agreement. Castiel walks over to Dean, both of them reading the first chapter silently, and everytime he glances over to see their reactions it seems unchanged. His brother probably thinks he’s weird, and Castiel is going to find him crazy-

“Damn, Sammy, you’ve got talent.” Dean says, and he actually sounds impressed. “W- what?” 

“That is incredibly written and a wonderful idea, I think we should go on a roadtrip ourselves,” Dean nodded in agreement. “Is this why you’re crying? I think this is perfect.” 

“Wait - you two do find it weird or anything?” 

Castiel and Dean look confused. “Why would you think that Sammy? I like it.” 

“You should uh - read the comment.” He says, and it takes the angel and older hunter a moment to find the comment section at the bottom, Castiel pointing at the button. Their faces turn into pure fury. 

“I’m going to smite them.” Castiel all but growls out, and Dean shuts the laptop closed. “Don’t listen to ‘em, this is fucking amazing, got it? I want the second chapter. Don’t listen to what anyone else says, they're probably jealous that we’ve got a New York bestseller writer and all they can do is write the abc’s.” Dean hugs his brother, Castiel immediately joining right in and Sam sighs happily. They stay there for a bit, muttering out a ‘thank you’ before jumping up slightly, seeing that he’s gotten two more comments on his fanfiction, and nervously opens up the comment section to see that a user called ‘quicksilvermalec’ writing on how much they enjoyed the fic and can’t wait to read the second chapter while an anonymous user has attacked the one that insulted him, throwing a whole truckload of insults and Castiel smiles. “They got what they deserved.” The archangel says, and Dean shouts ‘damn straight’ joyfully. “Would the two of you want to write fanfiction with me, then?” Sam asks while writing the second chapter about an hour later, and the unison ‘yes’ gives him a warm feeling in his chest. 

[icannotseemyself]

Prompt

Prompt: Soulmate fic where Sherlock deletes his first name because he hates it so much. But then he meets John, and hopes that he’s the same John on his wrist, and gets upset when John’s wrist says William. And then the two of them are just being idiots, pining for each other, until Mycroft steps in once he realizes Sherlock deleted his first name.

DISCLAIMER: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted here on this site, especially of Johnlock. Also, this is inspired by @fangirllibrarian. I will also answer any questions I have about personal headcanons I’ve written in there in the comments.

From a young age, William Sherlock Scott Holmes has despised his name. Not the Sherlock part, or even Scott, but the William. What felt like half of the kids in his year (more like 7, but STILL) shared the name, and Sherlock wanted to be different. Not different like everyone else saw him different (the odd child with the smart mouth and flapping hands), but original. So at the age of 7, old enough to make decisions on his own, Mummy, he changes his name, and only goes by Sherlock Holmes. His parents were upset at first (we picked that name for a reason, honey), but Mycroft humors him, and that’s enough. Eventually, everyone calls him Sherlock, and he no longers holds onto that 7-letter name, throwing it away in one of his Mind Palace’s many trash compartments. Later, he’d refer to this as deleting, but until the age of 13, he’d called it binning the useless information.

As he gets older, he observes those around him, watching as the pressure for the damn names to match becomes more and more severe. He knows the name written on his wrist, in small, cramped handwriting. John. Of course, of the Johns he’s met over the years, none have been memorable, and none had the name Sherlock written on their wrist in his loopy handwriting. By the time he graduated secondary school and had started his degree in chemistry, he stopped looking and caring, more focused on everything else around him.

He started wearing long sleeves to cover his track marks, and by happy accident manages to ignore the name as well. John may as well be another stranger on the street.

People he knew when he got high got clean for their soulmates. Sherlock found that preposterous. When he did get clean, it was for himself. Shortly after, as per the deal, he began his work as consulting detective for New Scotland Yard.

And he was fine. He was Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. No John, but perhaps it was better that way. Who knew how this John would change him, for the better or for the worse. He banished the thought of the name from his mind, and focused on the Work.

Until the day he met John Watson. Even during their first meeting, Sherlock had felt a… spark, a connection, he didn’t know what to call it. All he knew was that his heart got a bit jumpy when John smiled at him, and a warm feeling burned his chest everytime John did something that amused him.

They never really talked about the soulmate thing. John deflected any possible hint at him being anything other than a rigid heterosexual, and Sherlock had shot him down, despite his heart telling him not to, that night at Angelo’s. Sometimes, when Sherlock’s alone, he kicks himself for what he said. “Married to his work.” What a stupid thing to say.

So John never asked, and Sherlock never told (though Sherlock himself hoped), and Sherlock never asked and John never told, until one day, Sherlock had just returned from a case alone (John had work) to find John passed out in his chair. It was obvious that John was waiting for him. A half-empty cup of cold tea sat next to the chair, and a book layed on the floor, where it had fallen out of John’s lap.

Sherlock smirked to himself, and after relieving himself of his coat, manage to lift John up without waking him and carry him to his own bedroom. As he tucked the older man in, John’s sweater sleeve rose up slightly, and Sherlock caught a glimpse of the name written. William. Not Sherlock.

Disappointed and depressed, Sherlock left the room quickly, not wanting a potentially waking John to see him upset. Now it was never an opportunity for him. John would probably be happy with this William. And Sherlock… Sherlock would move on. Not find another John, because Sherlock didn’t believe in another John. He just wanted his John.

The next morning, John awkwardly thanked Sherlock for moving him to the bed, and Sherlock said nothing.

Mycroft stopped by one afternoon, while John was at work, and Sherlock had no cases. The usual banter had no bite to it, Sherlock noted, and Mycroft was quick to agree.

“And the good doctor? How is he?” Mycroft asked.

“Fine,” Sherlock said, if a bit too quickly. Mycroft’s eyebrow rose.

“Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.”

“I’m aware, Mycroft.”

“And yet you still care about him. I understand, believe me, Sherlock I do. I believe you taken a peek at the name. I would have thought you’d been delighted.”

“Why would I be delighted in my flatmate’s soulmate? He hasn’t even found him.”

Mycroft rolls his eyes. “Dear lord, you truly are dense.”

“Am not,” Sherlock retorted. Mycroft just rolled his eyes again, tapped his umbrella on the ground, and turned to leave, before turning back.

“Oh, mummy’s insisted you come over for supper. Something about a family announcement.”

“Send me an email, Mycroft, I’m busy.”

“I think this is one you’ll want to be there for. Perhaps I’ll even bring John around. If Mrs. Hudson reminds you of our mother, then I can’t imagine what Mummy will do when she meets your… friend.”

And with that Mycroft left Sherlock to ponder this, formulating his plan in his mind.

Once John finished his shift, he quickly strutted out of the hospital. Today was the day. Maybe Sherlock wasn’t William, but William would certainly never be Sherlock, and John was tired of pining. He was going to confess his feelings and be done with it all.

Of course, this plan was ruined the second he saw the black town car parked at the kerb. John contemplated not getting in, before thinking of the famous Holmes wrath. Better now than later.

When he stepped in, he expected Anthea/Lenore/Calliope at his side. Instead, it was the elder Holmes brother himself.

“Can I help you?” John asked as the car began moving.

“Indeed,” Mycroft stated. “I’ve deduced that you’re finally going to tell Sherlock how you feel.”

John didn’t want to know how he’d deduced it. “Yes. What?”

Mycroft smiled slightly, before turning serious and monotone again. “And your soulmate? What of him?”

“My soulmate is none of your business.”

“My brother is always my business, and if you intend to break his heart, I don’t pretend that you don’t know what I can do to you.”

“I understand perfectly. Yes, I’m not running around with Sherlock on my wrist, but I’m running around with him on my mind, by my side, and in my heart. William will understand.”

Mycroft, seemingly satisfied with this proclamation, sat back in his seat.

“Where are we going?” John asked, noticing the buildings outside turn from the office and apartment buildings of central London, and instead become the large estates and homes of Belgravia.

“You’ll find out,” Mycroft said.

Eventually the car rolled to a stop in front of a large house with a large garden. Mycroft led John inside, where John was greeted by two people who shared resemblance to the man he loves. Sherlock and Mycroft’s parents.

Jean-Louise and Arthur Holmes doted on him practically from the minute they stepped foot in the house, and Mycroft took the opportunity to take a few secret pictures to incite Sherlock into joining the party. Indeed, a mere 10 minutes later, Sherlock waltzed in unceremoniously, coat slightly dripping, as it had started to rain, as it often does in London.

“Sherlock! I didn’t know you were coming!” John said, turning towards him.

“You… you didn’t?” Sherlock said, turning to Mycroft. Mycroft just shrugged.

Quickly, Mycroft managed to usher them all into the living room, and suggested Sherlock show John around.

“He doesn’t need to look around, we won’t be here long.”

“Sherlock, don’t be rude.”

“I wouldn’t mind a look around, actually,” John interrupted, looking at Sherlock. “If you’re willing.” Sherlock just rolled his eyes and walked away, obviously expecting John to follow him by the look back he conspicuously made before climbing the stairs.

As Mycroft entertained the parents on the lower level, Sherlock made quick work of showing John around. He did pause, however, when it came to his room.

“This is yours?”

It was messy, but messy in the Sherlockian way 221B was always messy. Pictures of various experiments, composers and scientists.

“It’s weird.”

“It isn’t,” John argued, turning towards him. “It’s wholy and entire you. Sherlock, there’s something I was planning on saying tonight before your brother showed up. I know I’ve always denied any and all attraction for the same sex, but I’ve found that you are the exception. Despite everything that I’ve said, I like you a lot, and would like to take this relationship from flat-mates, friends, colleagues, to something more. If you’re open to it.”

Sherlock’s heart was jumping, screaming for joy practically. “John, I-- I don’t know what to say. I mean, I like you too. A lot. Probably way too much. I’ll admit, there were days when I would beg for the John written on my wrist to be yours.”

“I sense a but.”

Sherlock’s heart sunk as he remembered seeing John’s wrist. “But, I saw yours. I’m sure you’ll be very happy with William, and I don’t want to be the reason you don’t find your soulmate.”

“Sherlock--”

“I’m sorry.”

Sherlock turned away and practically ran down the stairs towards the door. Unfortunately, Mycroft stopped him.

“There’s something you both should know,” Mycroft said, loud enough that John, who’d made it halfway down the stairs at some point, could hear. “At first I was confused myself, but then I realized. Sherlock, you’ve deleted something rather important about your past.”

“I don’t have time for games, Mycroft. What?”

“While my name is completely original, your birth name is not Sherlock. In fact, Sherlock is your middle name.”

“What?” Sherlock asked. John was also confused, probably more so.

“It’s obvious, Sherlock, really. You “deleted” as you so eloquently put, that your birth name, and the name that your soulmate would carry on his wrist, is William.”

A pause. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. Sherlock’s eyes lit up.

“Say that again.”

Mycroft rolled his eyes, less enthusiastic about repeating himself than Sherlock usually is. “You were born William Sherlock Scott Holmes.”

A smile broke out on Sherlock’s face, and before anyone could do anything, Sherlock turned and closed the gap, standing so close he could feel the heat of John. “I don’t take back anything I said up there. William would truly be lucky to have you.”

“Come here, William,” John said, throwing his arms around Sherlock’s neck and pulling him in. For first kisses, this was by far the best one.

[lesdoublesll]

New, Random Questions

Rules: answer 20 questions then tag bloggers you want to get to know better. I’m switching it up with a new set of questions.

Thanks for tagging me @drawntothedarkside :3

0) Name/Nickname? If ya wanna share it.

Name : Lorraine. Nickname: Law.

1) If you could bring any two fictional characters (from books or film/tv) into the same world who would they be, what world would you put them in, and what would their relationship to each other be?

Interesting. Jonas (Iwan Rheon in Residue) and Wheeler (Alfie Allen in Pandemic) in a world where their problems are gone and they can drink coffee together...xD

I would like to see Modern!Theon and Freddy Finkel as chaotic twins.

2) If you could drop yourself into any fictional world from books or film/tv, which would it be?

Not books nor films nor tv, but video games for me. I would love to live in the world of Pokemon.

3) What’s your spirit animal?

Freddy Finkel.

Hm seriously tho, I don’t really like dogs, but people keep telling me I act like one so...

4) What is the most unpopular opinion you hold?

Shipping Thramsay doesn’t mean you stan abuse ? I think a lot of ppl out there don’t understand the appeal of the ship and honestly. I don’t care.

5) How do you like to style your hair most often?

I don’t. I just brush my hair and that’s all.

6) I always love this overdone question - you’re allowed three books on a desert island, what do you bring? (Note: Survival Guides don’t count).

Poèmes à Lou by Apollinaire, LOTR (the last one probably...), and probably something I’ve never read but I know I’d like to read, like one of Zola’s novel.

7) Something new you’ve learned in quarantine/lockdown/corona times?

That I can’t live two weeks away from my gf without fucking crying ?

8) Favorite alcohol? (Or non-alcoholic beverage if you don’t drink!)

White wine.

9) Music you can’t stand? Music you love?

I can’t stand music way too modified, I don’t really enjoy rap, and I like everything else. I am a big fan of rock, hardrock and metal, especially symphonic metal.

10) Have a favorite herb?

Uh... dunno. x)

11) What kinds of cups/glasses/bottles do you prefer to drink out of?

Chalice. I love being dramatic.

12) Preferred mode of communication: texts, phone calls, emails, letters?

Texting.

13) What is your favorite weather?

Very sunny, high temperature, a gentle sea breeze.

14) What kind of lighting do you like?

Bright, Natural lightning in the afternoon and a subdued light in the evening.

15) What is the best thing you cook?

I love cooking but I prefer baking. The best thing I cook must be cookies. A lot of ppl told me “How do you make such perfect cookies ? I always end up with burned cookies!” but I always thought it was very easy... ( and I think it is...)

16)  Do you have a favorite font to write in ?

No.

17) What is something you’ve always wanted to write in a fic, but you’ve been too afraid to? Or, what is something that you were afraid to write, but then you did and it ended awesome?

I was very afraid to write Thramsay in general but anyway I’m quite happy with the result.

18) If you were in your favorite fantasy world, what would your weapon of choice be?

Magic.

19) Is there a commonly used expression/saying that you can’t stand?

In french yes. Like “Je ne sais pas qu’est-ce que c’est son nom” instead of saying “Je ne sais pas comment il s’appelle”... I think in general i don’t like when sentences that aren’t correct become commonly used expression. It’s UGLY.

20) What is something that you would like people to know about you?

I can’t stop talking and making new friends even I love solitude, but when we are alone together (I mean with my gf or close friends) because I can’t live alone (with all my psychological problems it’s very difficult.)

I don’t become angry easily, but when I do, I am furious and I want to murder someone (everytime someone is a dick to a member of my family or my gf, I want to hurt that person so bad...and well I did punch some of those assholes after all...)

Tagging: @lucy-sky @lesbicious-tendencies @hard-as-iron @cantdutchthis @kitchcat and anyone who wants to do it.

[artificialqueens]

taxidermy butterfly (raven x sharon) -lem0n_b0y

an- guess whos back back back again! It’s the long awaited knife play fic. ive worked real hard on this for about a month and a half so please enjoy. also little note , this isn’t a cheating fic. in the verse they are in for this fic, they are both in separate open and poly relationships. the reason why i wrote this was someone suggested they cross over and well it works out that manila would fuck alaska, sharon would fuck raven and raja and jinkx would just smoke weed together. so yeah!!! also check tags before reading!!!!

Thud-Thud-Thud.

Raven was beyond pissed with Sharon. She had continued to not take the hint to not stare at her girlfriend during their weekly hangouts. Raven held off on confronting her since everytime she wanted to the most, Manila was in the room. She’d be just harmlessly sitting on Sharon’s couch with her own girlfriend, just watching a movie together.

Tonight there wasnt anyone to get in the way of a confrontation. Sharon had stayed home while Alaska and Jinkx went to a bar with Raja and Manila. The only for the reason Raven didn’t all join them was to finally go give Sharon a piece of her mind.

Raven stands outside of Sharon’s front door, waiting patiently for a response of her onslaught of knocking. She wanted to make it clear that if she keep eyeing her girlfriend down that it won’t end pretty for her. With more knocking to no response, Raven groans. “Sharon! I know your home!” Seconds pass and no response. Knocking on the door harder at a repetitive pace, Sharon’s ability to ignore it until Raven persistance runs thin.

Sharon sits at her office desk, sorting through emails. With her hair tied up into a bun and her eyes with dark rings, she was physically tired. She had spent most of the day working away in her office. Hearing all the knocks get louder and faster, she slowly pushes herself back in her chair. “I swear to God this better be good.” Sharon stands from her desk, stretching her body out. Sure it was a good excuse for her to take a break but she knew that after stopping she won’t start back up. She sluggishly finds her way to the front door as it’s being assaulted with knocks. Each knock made Sharon’s head hurt a little more. Opening up the door, she is faced with the very unhappy Raven.

Raven wasn’t just unhappy. She was mad. Looking at the opened door, she crosses her arms. “Finally you decide to open up.” Her voice growls out. Sharon leans herself against the door frame. She taps her nails against her forearm as she eyes down the huffing Raven. “I was busy doing school work. I was hoping you’d give up, but now that you’ve annoyed me enough to answer the doooor..” Sharon steps from the doorway to allow Raven into her house.

Raven steps into the house and makes her way towards the small bar that sat inbetween the kitchen and living room. “Did you just come here to drink all my booze?” Sharon closes the front door and makes her way towards the dining room table. She takes a seat as Raven turns around from the bar with two drinks in hand. “No I actually came to talk to you about something important.” Her voice still sharp, she sets a glass of amber liquid in front of Sharon.

“What’s so important that you can’t just call me instead?” Sharon raises her brow as she sips from the glass she was given. She couldn’t take Raven seriously for some reason. Her huffing and puffing seamed so comical. It wasn’t the first time that Sharon had seen her so worked up, but in that moment she had once seen, Raven was screaming at someone in the club for attempting to drug Manilas drink.

Taking a sip from her own glass, Raven sets in back down onto the table. She taps her fingertips against sweating glass, looking Sharon in the eyes. “Well, I thought it would be good to address this in person. Manila told me yesterday that you were really eyeing her down while she came to visit Laska. Is that true?” Her eyebrows furrow together as she takes another sip of her drink to prevent herself from slipping out with a comment that isn’t needed. Sharon’s eyes widen before they squint with a small chuckle. “Oh she’s just dramatic. I was looking at her only a little bit. Shouldn’t send her over here in such a cute skirt if you didn’t want her to get looked at.”

“She’s allowed to wear what she wants, and I should trust you around my girlfriend. I would never look at Alaska the way you look at Manila.” Raven holds her glass tighter as Sharon props her head up with her hands, smiling at the annoyed Raven. She can’t help but admire how protective she gets over her partner. “Its not like I touched her or anything. Did she complain about it or did she tell you and start blushing the ways she does when you act rough with her? Because there’s a difference.”

“The difference isn’t the point. The point is to stop eyeing her down, especially when I’m not around.” Finishing her drink, Raven stands back up from the table to fill her glass once more, with Sharon following behind. “So what if I do it when you’re around? Gonna punch me and watch both of your girls get onto you?” Sharon teases as she takes wraps her fingers around one of Ravens loose curls. Raven quickly turns around to face the unphased Sharon. Her lips curled into a devilish smile, Sharon liked the look on Ravens face. The look of her about to snap. “Sharon, I’m being serious. Do not stare at my girlfriend. No matter what.” She places her full glass onto the counter of booze.

Raven taps her nails as she leans into the island, looking Sharon dead in the eyes. With not a peep coming from Sharon, who stood there with a smile still painted in her lips, Raven huffs. “Are you even listening?” Sharon nods, stepping closer. “Oh I’m all ears. It’s just cute seeing you so worked up from being scared.”

“What would I be scared of?”

“Scared that maybe my ‘wandering eyes’ could somehow steal your Manila away? Does that sound about right?” Sharon sticks her tough out playfully with a smile. Raven doesn’t like the playful attitude that Sharon has towards the serious situation. Raven steps forward as Sharon backs away. Each slow and quiet step backs the still cocky Sharon into the closest wall.

Raven slowly presses her hands onto her waist, pressing her into the wall roughly. She leans closer and looks Sharon dead in her eyes. Maybe it was the booze or the anger ticking in her, but Sharon looks into Ravens glazed over eyes with no fear. “So what are you going to do? Fuck me? Fuck me til you’re not mad anymore and go home to your girlfriend’s like you’re still not mad?”

“Your taunting doesn’t scare me Shar.” Raven says in a flat tone, grabbing into Sharon’s hips tighter. It was true, she isn’t scared of Sharon. Sharon was all bark and no bite, so Raven had no problem testing her limits.

Looking straight at annoyed but calm face, Sharon smiles slightly before pulling her closer by the belt loops and flipping both of their bodies to change positions. The quick and slick movement fully pushed Raven off her guard. With her own back against the wall now, Sharon places on hand onto her hip and one hand around her throat. She’s pinned in place like a taxidermy butterfly. “Let me go! You shithead!” Raven barks out and squirms about. She was not enjoying the spot she is stuck in.

“Not until I can make you scared of me.” Sharon chuckles as her grip around Ravens throat tightens. She liked seeing her glazed over eyes widen with the new pressure. “You’re not going to scare me.” Raven whispers, her eyebrows furrowed together with much annoyance.

Removing her hand that held down Ravens hip, Sharon digs into her pocket for something. The sounds of metal keys against something else that’s metal clangs in Ravens ears. She squirms her hips around to escape, but to no luck. Sharon wasn’t going to let her go that easy. Finally finding what she needed, Sharon pressed her leg between Ravens. “Are you sure about that?”

“You don’t scare me, Needles.”

Her rough around the edges voice was music to Sharon’s ears. With Ravens declaration, she takes the liberty to remove the metal device from her pocket and holding it up for Raven to see. It’s a simple, thick bladed pocket knife. Being shiny and looking to be new, Raven squirms back as the sight of the sharp blade. “So you’re not scared of me huh? You’re already squirming just looking at it.” She slowly drags it down Ravens exposed shoulder. The gentle touch of the blade has quickly changed the cocky and angry Ravens deminor.

“At least be careful, not to cut me.” Her voice was quiet as a mouse, to which Sharon didn’t like. “Are you afraid to get cut? I thought you’d be the miss big and bad who can handle being cut up..” Her voice trails off as she moves the blade to gentle trail down Ravens cheek. She bites her lip instantly as the sharp utinsel touchs her cheek. Trembling under the blade, Raven trys to hold herself together. “I’m- mnot afraid.”

Sharon taps the flat of the blade under Ravens chin, tilting her head up at the perfect angle to look her in the eyes. “If you’re not afraid, let’s have some fun. If I can’t even look at your little Manila, how about we have some private time, hm? I need to blow off some steam.” The cool metal moves forward slowly from Ravens chin to her vision. Looking at Sharon smiling while holding a knife didn’t seem like a nightmare to her. Sharon still had those tired eyes from studying all day and her hair just tied up messily. She may be acting like a psychopath in the moment but Raven knew she wouldn’t hurt her as much as it seemed to be boiling in the moment. Raven nods to the suggestion of blowing off steam with confidence. With Sharon’s guard down, Raven grabs a hold of her shirt and pushes her roughly away from her. The forceful motion brought back Sharon and before she could get her hold back around Ravens throat, she was being dragged into the nearest bedroom.

“Looks like someone’s confident, hm?” Sharon chuckles as she’s thrown onto the bed like a rag doll. Raven rolls her eyes and gets a handful of Sharon’s shirt, pulling her back up from the bed. “Not confident, just still mad.”

“Oh come on!! I just like to windowshop! I’m not actually trying to steal your girl, shes just pretty.” Sharon throws her head back with another dumb chuckle before Raven drops her body back onto the mattress. She follows behind, crawling on top of Sharon who smiles gingerly. Ravens blonde hair drapes down over their faces, inclosing the space. “Hell you look even more gorgeous up close.” The still smiling Sharon teases.

“Oh shut up.” Cupping Sharon’s face carefully, Raven presses her lips against hers. The kiss wasn’t sweet like the kisses that Sharon shares with her girlfriends. It was rough. She knew that there still that venom in everything that Raven does, since she’s clearly still annoyed with the wandering eyes Sharon has. Sharon kisses back at the same tempo as she grabs her by hips to tip her over. Last thing that was going to happen is Raven attempting to control the scene.

Being pushed onto her back in one movement was shocking to Raven, making the kiss break. She looks up at Sharon angrily. “You thought you’d be on top didn’t you?”

Sharon trails one of her hands up to her throat, holding Raven down into the bed with on hand. She lets out a growl while squirming her hips to get free. “I’m not bottoming for you. No way in hell.” The persistent attempts to break free didn’t work in Ravens favor. The metal blade returns from Sharon’s pocket. Dangling the blade in front of Ravens face, Sharon can’t help but chuckle at the look on Ravens face. “Are you sure about that?” The sight of the blade once again turns Ravens attitude around.

Dragging the blade down the front of her shirt, Sharon teases with pressure. So easily she could cut a hole into the shirt, all the way from her collar to her waist band. “Do you like this shirt? I hope not.”

With no room for an answer, the tip of the blade hooks under the collar of her plain black shirt, tugging downwards quickly. The first tear is made, enough to only need one more movement to tear the shirt in two. Ravens eyes widen before she bucks her body forward. “You fucking cunt!” Sharon draws the blade back to prevent any accidental cutting. Her eyes narrow as she tightens her semi loose grip around her throat, pressing her down into the pillow much harder. “Hold still.” The new pressure made Raven gasp out instantly.

Using the back end of the knife to move the torn fabric to the side, exposing Ravens bra and abdomen. Sharon’s eyes trail down her tan skin, smiling slightly. “You really are gorgeous. You’d look better dripping with blood.” The quiet words sent a sharp shiver down Ravens spine as she looks at the dark haired woman eyeing her down. The mixture of fear, anger and arousal was pumping through her veins for sure.

Sharon looks back into her eyes, cocking her head to the side. “How does that sound to you? Can you handle some cuts?” Raven furrows her brows together as if the answer was a given. “Of course I can.”

Leaning her head down, Sharon kisses her jawline to her ear. The back end of the knife slowly slides up and down Ravens ribs. The slight pressure brings Ravens body back out of nervousness. Sharon can feel Ravens skin crawl perfectly under her hand. It was the control she wanted. The small kisses hault as Sharon removes her hand from around her throat. “Don’t try anything.”

Sliding the hand from her throat to her waistband, Sharon unbutton her pants. She’s ready to tear them off along with Ravens shirt but she holds back. “Take your pants off. I’m not doing all the work.” She looks up at Raven who is still very annoyed. Obeying, Raven slides her pants off reluctantly. “If you’re in charge you should do the work.” Raven grumbles under her breath, leaning upwards. She eyes Sharon down, watching as her pelvis is pinned to the mattress with one hand. Her annoyed grumble leads Sharon to look her in the eyes as kneels between her thighs. “You want me to go rough on you or something?”

“No, I want you to just hurry up and fuck me or something.” She narrows her eyes, moving hair from in front of her face. Raven becoming impatient isn’t the best Raven to mess with. Sure she didn’t like to bottom but if she has to wait, she becomes ansty. Sharon isn’t afraid of how she’ll act, she is the one with a knife in her hand. Without a response, Sharon begins kissing her inner thighs slowly trailing to the outside of her panties. With just a kiss press against her, Raven bucks her hips forward with a deep whine.

Sharon pulls her face away quickly, looking up to see the annoyance on Ravens face. The knife makes it way to her thigh, the tip dragging down slowly. Holding Ravens hips down with her free hand, she gentle presses the blade into her skin. A gasp is released from Raven as she lays her head back down. In the moment, she realizes that she’s at no control. The blade slowly breaks the skin, not deep enough to cause much harm but draws blood. Droplets of blood raise from the wound and drip to her inner thighs. Sharon kisses up the trail of crimson, licking her lips. “You taste pretty good Rav. Can you handle more?” The taunting question brings Ravens hips up uncontrollably. They are pressed back down into the matteress.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Sharon proceeds to make two more small cuts onto her right thigh, warm blood trickles down her skin as it’s kissed away. Each small gash gives Raven shudders down her body. The sharp pain with the gentle kissing drives her insane. Lifting herself up to look at Sharon, she sees all the blood. “Can you please- please fuck me.”

“Will you keep your hips still? If not I’ll keep cutting.”

“I’ll keep still.”

Sharon placed the knife onto the bed as she trails bites onto Ravens thighs. She’s barely able to keep her body still as with every small nip brings Ravens closer to saying 'fuck it’ and begging to get fucked. Her lips return to the outside of her underwear, with sloppy kissing. Being held down was the only thing keeping Raven still. Sharon trails her tounge painfully slow up the front of her panties, resulting in a buck of the hips thats strong enough for Sharon to really feel.

She quietly grabs the knife and hooks it under the underwear. Sharon quickly cuts the fabric off of her. “I said stay still.”

The cold blade finds its way to Ravens left thigh, leaving cut after cut. The blood drips down once more but Sharon wipes it up with her fingers. Crawling back on top of the heavy breathing woman, Sharon taunts the blood in her face. She smears it down the side of her cheek, to her lips. Ravens eyes open at the feeling of the warm liquid on her face. She licks her iron coated lips and grins up at Sharon who dangled above her. The hand that held her down slides between her thighs, pressing into her clit. “Fucking finally!” Ravens head throws back as she is finally greeted with some sort of pleasure. Sharon’s fingers explore her skin, making her jerk and squirm around.

She returns to between her legs as her fingers begin to slip into Raven. Her hips instantly buck towards Sharon. “What did I tell you? Don’t buck.” Another cut is brought to her thigh as the finger movements quicken. The bucking becomes uncontrollable as well as the low moans and loud cursing come from Raven. The onslaught of rough fingering and being cut open feels too good. Sharon licks and kisses up the blood before moving back on top of Raven. She grabs her face with a bloody hand and kisses her with intensity, making sure she tastes herself. The rough biting of lips brings more blood into their mouths, along with more groans of pleasure. Sharon pulls away with a hand still holding Ravens face as her own fingers bullet inside of her.

“Fu-FUCK!” Ravens eyes squint shut as she approaches her finish. As she does so, the fingers slow down. Sliding back to between her thighs, Sharon kisses her clit, slowly grinding her tounge against it while her fingers lazily pump inside of her. The bucking hips turn into grinding, soaking up all the blissful friction. The roughness of the moans fade into quiet whines and gasps. Sharon’s eyes open to see Raven covering her face, with her back arched. Smiling against her, she feels bad for making her wait so long to finish. Maybe it’s how soft she had gotten from not being able to cum.

Sharon’s fingers return to their quick pace, luring her over the edge. She moves her head away from her clit, kissing and lapping up the trickles of blood still flowing. Ravens body begins to shake as her climax peaks. Letting out once last curse, her body goes limp like a rag doll.

Slipping her fingers out, coated in cum, Sharon crawls back on top of her. “Open up.” She smiles as she watches the exhausted blonde do so. Placing her fingers into her mouth, Ravens eyes open as she sucks on them. “You’re so pretty.” The gentlest voice filling the space between them. She removes her fingers and grins. “Need some band-aids?”

After much coaxing of getting out of bed, Raven sits a top the kitchen counter. Sharon digs through drawers to find some sort of first aid. The cuts have stopped bleeding, but still needed to be covered. Taking a sip of her glass of rum, Raven sighs. “You’re not half bad. I expected you to chicken out and go easy on me but you didn’t.”

“Why would I? I knew you, of all people, could handle it.” Sharon responses while looking through a cabinet over the sink. Standing on her tippy toes she grabs a box. “Ah-Ha! Band-aids!” She turns around with with box in hand. Stepping closer she begins opening band-aid after band-aid, covering all of the wounds she caused. Raven watches as she does so, smiling as she finished her glass. “Thank you.”

With all cuts covered, Raven jumps down from the counter, looking at her naked self. “Also, you owe me a new shirt and panties.”

“I know, I know. Come and you can borrow some til I take you shopping for a new outfit. My treat?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”