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accede -
name three fic ideas you think i will never, ever, ever write. in return, i will attempt to write a snippet of (at least) one of them.
aka: prompt me things that are prompt-like, and i will try to write things which are hopefully fic-like. RUN, DON'T WALK.
gimme! I am all grabby hands. ♥
merlin/skins crossover:
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Merlin is jerking off, slow and hard, comforter pulled up to his chin, when his mobile rings.
“Shit.” He bites his lip and arches his hips into his hand. He’s very good, by this period in his life, at keeping quiet. Still, his mobile is ringing, and there are very few people who would call him at eleven in the morning on a Saturday. Gwen, possibly, or Lance.
Arthur.
Merlin lets himself breathe out, slowly, through his nose, and then pulls his hand out of his boxers. He flops over, reaching to grab his mobile, which is half lodged between the overfull ashtray and the beaten copy of Ginsberg’s Howl he’s been using as a coaster for the last two years ( ... )
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Also I really shouldn't be reading this in the school library, but whatever. #shameisforlosers
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#shameisforlosers is totally right.
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AND GETTING HIGH.
why is my brain.
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But you already know I like this. Oh Merlin, you are totally imagining doing all sorts of nasty things to Arthur. <-- this story needs to exist. I should not write it, because I do not know enough about boysex. Penises are confusing.
Moar?
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but I want to write moar!
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