heyyyyyyyyyyyy gs
happy christmas eve or whatever
this reminds me a of a fic
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ok
well idk what to say but i should probs say some things
ok i will tell you about my day ok
ok so i woke up and then i wanted to take a shower but i just decided to wait for later because i was too lazy, so then i was just chillin on the comp for a bit and then i went upstairs and it was this huge smokey mess because of the fire in the fireplace and idk why we even bother because as we learned from mythbusters and our own personal experience, it just make the rest of the house colder and also in our house the entire place become a cave of smoke, and also the hot water heater thing goes out and then we have no hot water. well ok then i went and i got online and some people were in the nano chat which was not happening for a long time and i talked to my arch enemy, taylor, and she told me to open her present that had come in the mail a few days ago and i did that and it was a scarf and not a bomb so i was really surprised. but it was pretty awesome because i wore it all day and i was like merles. well then i chilled for a bit and then i went upstairs and i saw sister and i showed her my scarf and i showed it to noah and i was like "i'm merles" and he was like "merles is on the tv rn" but then i looked and it wasn't merles, it was a merles impostor. well it was this disney channel original movie that is copying merles except arthur is a girl and merles is annoying and lance is a man and morgana is a man too and mordred is older than everyone else and lance and arthur are in love. ok well actually i watched some of that because i wanted to see how it would end. and then i helped mo with a cake and then i wrapped prezzies and then i wanted to take a shower again but the hot water was not even working and i knew that would happen. and then we had dinner and it was yum. and then me and sister held hands and danced. and then we played a game called balderdash. and then we read a book. and then here we are right now.
ok hello that was this long glug paragraph. oh well.
i love fic
omg my mad eye fic is 49k. what is almost 50k what am i?
ok speaking of fic i am about to prompt a bunch of fics for sister to write for me ok here they are:
*hrg non-cons sylar
*someone pees on everything morgana loves
*merlin puts his scarf of sexual preference on everyone and listens to the result
*sylar is turned into a kitty and claire adopts him
ok i would like all of those to be written ok
ok quickly i have to put these fics here for sister. i didn't write them all but i will.
Danny/Joey: non-conThey had just finished tucking in little Michelle. It was a perfectly normal evening. All of the girls were in bed and Uncle Jessie was out on the town. So it was just Danny and Joey chillin on the couch, watching some nice tv. Except then Danny looks over at Joey with this odd expression and Joey is like “what the?” And then Danny attacks him and just non-cons him right there and he’s so rough with poor Joey that he just wants to cry.
“Cut. It. Out.” Joey screams.
And Danny just laughs and laughs and neither of them notice that DJ and Stephanie are secretly watching them. “How rude!” Stephanie whispers to her sister.
DJ shakes her head because Stephanie is too young to understand the love between her dad and her other dad.
Gwaine/Sword: fluffGwaine is just chillin in some tavern and of course he has his sword right there. He might be a little bit drunk but it’s no big deal because he’s always just a bit drunk. He stares long and hard at his sword and then the thought comes into his head called
I wonder what you’d feel like inside of me…
And it’s like someone plum did inception on him because he can not shake the thought no matter how hard he tries. And then the next thing he knows he is whimpering on the ground and bleeding and his sword lies beside him. He imagines the sword is concerned for him. He imagines the sword will not be afraid to try again tomorrow.
Morgana/Gwen: Gwen sells her soul to get Morgana to be nice!Mo again “Are you sure this is what you want?” the sorcerer asks. “Once the enchantment is complete, it cannot be undone.”
Gwen bites her lip nervously. She thinks of Morgana, and the love she felt for her. She remembers how it used to be. The two of them had been best friends. They’d have been lovers if such things were permitted in Camelot. However it hadn’t stopped them from making sweet love to each other, especially after Morgana had one of her nightmares, and the passion between them couldn’t be quelled. But back then, Morgana had been gentle with her, always treated her with love and care, even though Gwen was only her serving girl. Nowadays Morgana was different, there was no more love in her eyes or in the way she held Gwen in her arms. And when they fucked, Gwen often had trouble walking for days after.
No, she needed the old Morgana back, and she needed her now. She loved Arthur, but there was no denying the prince was lousy in bed with a woman. He might be well suited as a boyfriend, or as a partner to Merlin, but he could not meet her sexual needs like Morgana could. And he didn’t have as long and luscious of hair as Morgana did. Hair that Gwen loved to brush for hours into the nights, while they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s lips.
Now that Gwen knew the truth about Morgana, she realized the lady had not said one sincerely nice thing to her for over a year.
“Yes,” she says, looking the old man, the sorcerer in the eyes. “Yes, I am certain.”
The sorcerer raises his arms in the air and performs the enchantment, shouting out words and phrases that Gwen cannot interpret other than the fact that it is magic.
Magic. She is using magic. No, not her. The sorcerer is using magic. Still, she is his accomplice. She is associating with magic. If anyone found out she would be killed. It’s worth it.
***
When Morgana wakes up in the morning she feels different. She lies in bed for a moment, blinking at the canopy of her bed, trying to think of what it is that is making her feel so strange. Was it a dream she’d had? She can’t remember any…
Gwen interrupts her train of thought by drawing the curtains, letting sunlight stream into the room. “Good morning, my lady,” she greets.
Morgana smiles. “Good morning, Gwen.”
Gwen helps her dress and with her hair and Morgana can’t help but comment on how pretty her maid looks today.
“Really, very beautiful,” Morgana assures her.
“Thank you, my lady,” Gwen replies in a monotone. Morgana can’t put her finger on it, but she feels there is something different with Gwen as well.
She passes Arthur in the corridor, wishes him a pleasant morning, and doesn’t feel the need to smirk evilly after doing so.
She’s not feeling hungry at the moment, so she takes her breakfast to the lower town and gives it to a few hungry looking children. While she is there she sees Merlin picking herbs and goes over to help him.
“Hello Merlin,” she says with a kind smile, plucking a few leaves of parsley and placing them in his basket.
Merlin looks suspiciously at her. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“I thought you could use some help,” Morgana explains earnestly.
“Not from you,” Merlin replies, wrenching his basket away.
Morgana laughs. “Oh Merlin,” she says, tousling his hair. “I know we’ve had our quarrels in the past, but I want that to be behind us.”
Merlin does not return her smile. “I don’t know what you’re up to,” he says. “But whatever you’re up to… you’d better stop.”
Morgana shakes her head, still smiling goodheartedly, and skips off to find Gwen. She’d seemed in somewhat of a bad mood this morning, but Morgana knows a good fuck will cheer her right up.
Peter/IsaacIsaac opens his eyes and gasps at what he sees. It’s of himself, fucking Peter Petrelli on the floor of his loft. He can hardly believe it will come true. This must just be the result of too many fantasies.
Suddenly there is a voice behind him. “Why’d you do it, Isaac?”
Isaac turns around to see Peter standing behind him, looking dark and angry.
“How’d you get in here?” Isaac wonders aloud.
Peter doesn’t answer him but responds to his question with more questions. “What’d they give you? Money? Drugs? What’s a Judas get these days?”
Isaac shakes his head. He doesn’t understand. “I was trying to stop you. You’re dangerous. You said it yourself. Without them to help, you’ll become that.” He looks at the picture of the exploding man that he had painted and sighs. He only wants to help Peter. If only Peter could understand that.
“I had help. I was learning to control it. You scared my only chance of hope to stop it!” Peter shouts at him, but Isaac doesn’t understand. He hadn’t meant to scare anyone. He hadn’t meant to hurt Peter…
Isaac was abruptly grabbed by Peter and shoved against the table. Peter pulled back his collar and stared at the marks on his neck.
“What are these marks, huh? What do they mean?” Peter demanded.
Isaac can’t take it. He grasps Peter by the coat and pulls him forcefully to his lips. Kissing him compellingly on that hateful mouth. But for only a moment.
“They’re nothing, they mean nothing.” Isaac says with a shove. And that kiss meant nothing.
Peter glares at him. “DON’T LIE TO ME!” he yells, and somehow the force of his cry sends Isaac halfway across the room, bowling over the painting he had set up.
Isaac grunts in pain, trying to get out of the heap of paintings.
“This is why you sent them after me?” Peter is asking. He’s looking at the painting of Isaac and Simone hugging. That had been a mistake. “Jealousy? With me out of the way, you’d have Simone all to yourself.”
Isaac is already on his feet and running at Peter. He tackles the other man to the ground. “You stole her away from me,” Isaac grunts, pressing a kiss to Peter’s neck. “But I did it to save New York, to stop the bomb.” He reaches into his pants and pulls out his gun. “I can do it right now. With just one fuck I can be a hero.”
Unexpectedly, Peter goes invisible. But that doesn’t stop Isaac. He can steal feel the man beneath him. He can still taste his tongue in his mouth.
“You’re not a hero, Isaac,” Peter murmurs.
In one swift movement, Peter switches their positioning so that he is on top, pinning Isaac to the floor.
“You’re a junkie.” He kisses Isaac vehemently, sucking his lip and biting it. “You couldn’t even save yourself.” He pumps his hips against Isaac, grinding against Isaac’s exposed “gun.” “It had nothing…to do… with me…”
Isaac pants, trying to reach into Peter’s pants but Peter swats his groping hand away and continues thrusting. “SHOW YOURSELF!” Isaac yells.
Suddenly there was a sound from the doorway and both men look over. Simone is standing there looking very shocked indeed.
“No,” Isaac says in horror. “Simone!”
But it’s too late. Simone runs from the loft never to be seen again.
