I fear my nerves will never recover.
Really. Not helped by being a gibbering wreck before I saw the damn prompt and effluviated 1000 words of something resembling slash.
House Rules, how they help and hinder positive social behaviours.
Pg-13 stroke R for rating
No wonderburgers harmed in the writing of this fic
I think my portrayal is a little less soft and fluffy than some I've seen out there. Why am I now dallying around the edges of the more irrational sort of fandom?