HOME | DD

Description
I WROTE A FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICTION.... And I am so freaking tired right now I think I may pass out at any moment, just letting you know...

Anyway, SO THIS IS THE COVER TO MY FANFICTION! WOOOOT!

Once upon when I was starting to get into fandom there was this writing prompt called "The Blanket Scenario" where you take two characters, throw them in a cabin, give them one blanket, and then the rest is up to you! It always looked like fun but I never, ever got around to doing it... Well, I did a lot of lines yesterday for the game so I thought I deserved a break... This is what I did, ahaha.

Here's a snippet, read the rest over at fanfiction.net because you love me??

"Why are you so mean to me?" he wondered, his voice soft and distant. My body, which had almost relaxed in his touch, suddenly sprang to life as every nerve tensed. And he had the audacity to laugh at me, the sound low and deep in his throat. I should have been mad but it just sounded so, ugh, sexy, I didn't know what to do with myself.

"Because I hate you," I lied and I felt his head shake behind me. How could he not believe me? After all the terrible things I've said to him in the past, claiming I'd rather die then share a simple blanket with him? If anyone treated me the way I treated him I wouldn't be able to think of anything else.

"You don't hate me," he whispered in my ear, "I want to know the truth Helga…" The way he said it… well it was as if he already knew. But that couldn't be, could it?

"No, I…" I stopped as I felt his hand, the one that had been holding my waist, move to touch my fingers. What was going on? Weren't we fighting only moments ago?

My mind was cluttered with questions, so much so I couldn't even speak. Was this really the time to break out the dramatic confessions? We were huddled together like this so we could survive, that was it. He was holding on to me because I was warm and he was cold… There could be no other explanations.

Maybe I was imagining the tenderness in his voice; maybe all he was asking was a simple question.

"You're right, I don't hate you," I muttered, I could no longer contain my denial. Even though I couldn't see him, I hid my face away, as if he could. "Satisfied?"

[link] Read it! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Description
I WROTE A FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICTION.... And I am so freaking tired right now I think I may pass out at any moment, just letting you know...

Anyway, SO THIS IS THE COVER TO MY FANFICTION! WOOOOT!

Once upon when I was starting to get into fandom there was this writing prompt called "The Blanket Scenario" where you take two characters, throw them in a cabin, give them one blanket, and then the rest is up to you! It always looked like fun but I never, ever got around to doing it... Well, I did a lot of lines yesterday for the game so I thought I deserved a break... This is what I did, ahaha.

Here's a snippet, read the rest over at fanfiction.net because you love me??

"Why are you so mean to me?" he wondered, his voice soft and distant. My body, which had almost relaxed in his touch, suddenly sprang to life as every nerve tensed. And he had the audacity to laugh at me, the sound low and deep in his throat. I should have been mad but it just sounded so, ugh, sexy, I didn't know what to do with myself.

"Because I hate you," I lied and I felt his head shake behind me. How could he not believe me? After all the terrible things I've said to him in the past, claiming I'd rather die then share a simple blanket with him? If anyone treated me the way I treated him I wouldn't be able to think of anything else.

"You don't hate me," he whispered in my ear, "I want to know the truth Helga…" The way he said it… well it was as if he already knew. But that couldn't be, could it?

"No, I…" I stopped as I felt his hand, the one that had been holding my waist, move to touch my fingers. What was going on? Weren't we fighting only moments ago?

My mind was cluttered with questions, so much so I couldn't even speak. Was this really the time to break out the dramatic confessions? We were huddled together like this so we could survive, that was it. He was holding on to me because I was warm and he was cold… There could be no other explanations.

Maybe I was imagining the tenderness in his voice; maybe all he was asking was a simple question.

"You're right, I don't hate you," I muttered, I could no longer contain my denial. Even though I couldn't see him, I hid my face away, as if he could. "Satisfied?"

[link] Read it! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!