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watchyourbuck · 24 days
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Inspiration Sunday | A.R.C.A.N.E.3
“You okay?” Buck asked, turning his body and wincing at the pain of resting his head on his hand.
Eddie sighed, hiding his face in his own. “Yeah, I’m just… jumpy.” He sighed again. Buck frowned, reincorporating a little bit. “I keep thinking what could’ve happened to you out there.”
“Eddie, I’m fine,” he mumbled patiently. “I’m not defenseless, I know how to use our weapons.”
From across the room, Eddie scoffed, then cleared his throat. “It’s not about you being damn good with that machete, which I know you are,” he said, watching Buck nod in agreement. “It’s about the fact that you- it’s like you think this Camp could go on without you.”
Silence.
“…That I could go on without you.”
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jrooc · 2 months
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For the tag game: 77 and 11, a little mysticism 🔮 vs science 🧬
Have fun!
Hi Gigi! Okay so that’s: 11 Witch/Magic/Psychic AU and 77 Medical/EMT
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Ian’s out in the rig with Sue having a normal EMT shift. It was the last call of the day when things went tits up.
The call is to an old warehouse near the docks.
They arrive to a peculiar scene. Twins, they look like, around his age, but with black hair and blue eyes and similar tattoos on their arms. The girl is crouched, holding her brothers arm and talking quietly where he’s seated on the floor. Head between his knees. The room smells faintly of sage and gunpowder.
He man groans when when he sees Ian coming. “You called the suits?” He asks his sister.
“Yeah I did, Mickey. That spell took you out for over 10 mins!” She snaps.
“Hey. Mickey, is it? Are you okay? Did you say… spell?” Ian asks.
“I’m fuckin’ fine. Stupid spell backfired. Knew that fucker was lying when he said the mark was clean. Guy clearly was warded and when I tried the tracking spell it fucked me up for a minute.”
Ian stared at the twins in disbelief. He had heard of witches and magic but had never believed it. He was a man of science. Magic? Sounded like kid’s stories. Anyways, Ian had a job to do, he crouched next to the siblings.
“Let me take a look at you, please Mickey?” It was in that moment, when Mickey looked up into Ian’s eyes, Ian realized he was fucking beautiful. He felt the strangest sensation like he’d finally made it home. Heat zipped up his spine and a shiver ran down his back.
“Are you okay?” The girl asked and reached out the hand that wasn’t holding her brother and touched Ian’s forearm. She jolted as if stung, her spine going ramrod straight and her eyes turning entirely black.
“Oh shit. You’re Mickey’s soulmate.”
Ian and Mickey tore their eyes from each other in time to watch as the girl’s eyes returned to a normal human colour.
“Hi. I’m Mandy, Mickey’s sister. I’m a psychic. We’re going to be best friends. It’s nice to finally meet you, Ian.” She squeezed his forearm comfortingly.
“I’m.. what?”
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mybrainismelted · 2 months
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okay, let's see if i can come up with something interesting for the trope mashup. how abouuut,
12+81? 👀🍎
OK, 12 (Vampire AU) + 81 (Mistaken Identity), let's see....
Mickey has been hunting vampires most of his life. He knows the signs.
So when he starts frequenting a bar in Boystown, you can't really help him for the mistake. Tall, almost preternatually good looking, ghostly pale skin, only ever seen at night... yeah, that redhead is almost definitely a vampire. And the attraction Mickey feels every time their eyes meet - that is definitely the vampire trying to draw him in as his next victim.
He can't really be blamed either for what happens next when he decides to trap the vampire by letting him think he has mickey under his spell.
He's just lucky that the hot redhead actually thinks it's funny when Mickey explains why he just stabbed him. Taking him to get patched up was probably the best decision he's ever made. Especially when the hot redhead insists that they trade numbers and starts texting him that same night.
Fanfic trope mashup
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solar-halos · 7 months
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i have been bitten by the moodboarding bug <3 annie cresta i love you
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coffeecat1983 · 2 months
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The adventure gets going...
Mario and the group find a way into Arthur's apartment, Stray does some exploring, and Giovanni finally agrees to help.
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writeforfandoms · 1 year
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Teacher AU/Magical Accident
Any Pedro boy you please, please!
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It took me a bit to decide here but I'm gonna go with Marcus M! Tee hee hee.
Okay. Here we go. Classical magical accident au here.
You're a teacher and you work with special kids. In this case, that means the kids of Heroics. It's difficult for many of them to be in traditional school, and after a few Incidents their parents decided the best thing would be to bring a few teachers to the kids.
So you work with the kids, and you love them. You really do. They're mostly good kids, even with their tendency to think they know better and get into mischief and ignore things they don't want to do. Even with all that. They're good kids.
One afternoon you're getting packed up to leave for the weekend when you notice there's a cat. Now, normally this would not be cause for concern. Except there are no cats wandering around, and no way for a cat to get way in here.
So you pick up the cat and ask around if anyone knows this cat, is this anyone's cat? Everybody else is just as confused as you are, so you take it home with you, deciding to get it checked for a microchip later.
He really is a gorgeous cat, a deep brown almost black with big eyes. And a deep, rumbling purr. He's pretty cuddly too - more evidence that he's not a stray.
Alas, he is not microchipped, and doesn't seem to have an owner. So you hang on to him. At first it's because you're busy and don't want to take the time to drive halfway across town to the nearest animal shelter. Then it's because you enjoy having him around. You hadn't realized how lonely you'd gotten until you had company.
You found you didn't linger after classes now, spending more time at home. You slept better. You were more relaxed. All because of a cat.
But then you start hearing rumors. That Marcus Moreno himself has gone missing. There are lots of rumors flying around about where he went and what happened to him - everything from he eloped to a supervillain had taken him and was holding him ransom to he'd fallen astray of a magic spell.
You didn't give any credence to the rumors. Until you caught your cat trying to arrange pens into words.
A few exams later, more than one panicked phone call, and a late night trip back to HQ, and you discover your cat is Marcus. You've had Marcus. The entire time. Dying from embarrassment sounds like a good idea at this point.
Marcus gets turned back into his normal human self. The first thing he does is hug Missy and reassure her that he's okay.
The second thing he does is hug you, long and tight, whispering thanks and reassurance into your ear.
And after that, he makes sure you're never lonely again.
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nonadhesiveness · 1 year
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Fake dating + Mutual pining for Elizabeth/Henry pls!!!!
I actually have a fake marriage E/H fic planned out based on a previous mashup ask—I really need to get around to writing that at some point!
Here’s a new idea:
Henry and Elizabeth met at college, when Henry audited a class Elizabeth was taking. They got to talking and quickly became friends. Elizabeth had feelings for Henry that leant towards ‘more than friends’, but Henry was dating Rochana at the time, so she never said anything, and if Henry ever asked why she didn’t date anyone (How could she date anyone when she’d already met the perfect guy and knew no one else would ever match up to him???), she made an excuse about focusing on her studies/career. Meanwhile, Henry was also attracted to Elizabeth, but he didn’t want to feel anything more for her because he was dating Rochana, so he tried to deny his feelings and convince himself that his attraction towards Elizabeth was totally harmless and normal (after all, she was an attractive girl). 
Just before Henry deployed with the Marines, Rochana broke up with him because she didn’t want a long-distance relationship and she wasn’t cut out to be a service member’s girlfriend. While Henry was away, he stayed in contact with Elizabeth, calling and writing regularly. With Rochana out of the picture, he began to realise and accept his true feelings for Elizabeth, but he didn’t want to tell her how he felt, because it would risk jeopardising their friendship. Plus, telling her he wanted more would be pointless, seeing as Elizabeth had made it clear she wasn’t interested in dating anyone—she was focused on her career.
(Backstory dump, I know. I would avoid this in the real thing.)
Now, Henry is back from active duty and is due to attend his brother’s wedding. (I’m really going for the clichés in this thing.) Elizabeth knows how strained things are between Henry and his family, so she agrees to go with him for moral support. She also knows Henry’s mother keeps pressuring him to find a girl and settle down, so when everyone assumes Elizabeth is Henry’s girlfriend, Elizabeth doesn’t correct them—she goes along with the charade, hoping to take some of the heat off Henry for the weekend, and when Henry says she doesn’t have to do that, she insists it’s no different from going undercover on an op.
As part of the charade, Henry and Elizabeth end up sharing a room, which is how—through a night terror, a panic attack, and a good dose of hurt/comfort—Elizabeth learns Henry isn’t as unscathed by his time in the Marines as he likes to insist. When she tells him that some of the things she’s seen in the CIA have affected her too, he opens up to her.
Over the course of the weekend, more bonding ensues: Breakfast dates in Pittsburgh, meeting the family and hearing embarrassing stories, slow dancing at the wedding reception. 
When they return home, Elizabeth, mistakenly believing Henry is still hung up on Rochana, suggests Henry should reach out to her, and Henry, hoping to distract himself from his unrequited feelings for Elizabeth, does reach out and he and Rochana start dating again. However, things with Rochana don’t feel right. The only person he feels right with is Elizabeth. Rochana can tell his heart isn’t really in the relationship, and after some encouragement, Henry confesses he’s in love with Elizabeth and explains the whole situation. Rochana tries to talk some sense into him.
When Elizabeth tells Henry she’s been offered a position overseas, he finally decides to tell her how he truly feels. Elizabeth admits she feels the same way. She still goes overseas, but they agree to try the long-distance thing—perhaps not ideal for the beginning of a relationship, but it worked for them when they were just friends so they’ll make it work now that they’re something more.
Thanks for the ask!
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cellobuster · 8 days
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Really excited to reveal a new project: out now on the Tidal Wave Games podcast, the first episode of our actual play campaign of Interstitial Second Edition! Interstitial 2E is the revised version of the Kingdom Hearts-inspired crossover fanfic mashup roleplaying game by Riley Hopkins/@revryebread, currently crowdfunding through Kickstarter, and I was very fortunate to get to run an early version of the game for the TWG crew with Riley's blessing! You can find the episode itself on the Tidal Wave Games podcast feed or YouTube channel, and also do me a solid and go check out the Interstitial 2E Kickstarter campaign before it closes on 3/23! Tell them I sent ya!!
(Incredible campaign art by my friend Cayla/chicat_art on Instagram!!)
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enigmaticxbee · 1 year
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XF AU - Fic Recs
When the world was unrecognizable and upside down, there was one thing that remained the same. You... were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant... my touchstone (or, alternate universe and canon-divergent fics):
Contemporary AUs:
A Companion Unobtrusive by @slippinmickeys - She needed a roommate. He needed a room.
The Annapolis Grant by @slippinmickeys - Fake relationship! Scully hires Mulder to pretend to be her boyfriend.
Aprons and Scrubs by @lokisgame - Scully’s a doctor and Mulder runs a bar.
Five Years and a Lifetime by @monikafilefan @slippinmickeys - One night stand AU. Five years later, Scully and Mulder work at the same pediatric hospital, and Scully's four year old daughter bears a striking resemblance to the picture of a dark haired girl that sits on Mulder's desk...
Skin by Annie Sewell-Jennings - In a world where Mulder and Scully have never met, fate intervenes and brings two worlds colliding in the city of Charleston, as a vicious murderer reigns and a storm approaches.
Sinners Come Down by aster_risk - Six years into her marriage to Daniel, Scully meets Fox Mulder at a bar one night, and they get talking and fucking over alcohol and self-pity.
In the Best Interest of the Child by @mldrgrl - When tragedy strikes, Mulder is forced to take guardianship of his young niece, but the matter is complicated by the arrival of a sister-in-law he's never met.
Historical AUs:
By the Dim and Flaring Lamps by @sunflowerseedsandscience - Civil War AU. Captain Mulder befriends Private Scully who’s hiding a secret…
The Countess and The Earl by @slippinmickeys - Regency Romance!
Old Growth Forest by Andrea - Mulder and Scully travel back to frontier times
Rocky Mountain Interlude Part 1 and Part 2 by Jacquie LaVa and Tess - Mulder and Scully travel back in time to solve the case of a Colorado mining ghost
The Science of Sex by @if-the-seascatchfire - Masters of Sex AU. Mulder and Scully are doctors in the late 1950s who undertake a years-long study about human sexuality, and as part of the research, they also have sex with each other - you know, for the science.
Out of this World:
The Magician by Suzanne Bickerstaffe and Jennifer Lyon - Fantasy series where Mulder and Scully travel to another world full of magic (one of the first fanfics I ever remember reading!)
Out of the Little Grove by @slippinmickeys - Crossover with His Dark Materials (a mashup truly made just for me, my 13 year old self would have been over the moon)
Blinded by White Light by @dashakay - Post-colonization. What are we, but the sum of our memories? A classic.
Julia and Gabriel by Mish - Post-colonization. A new identity, a new, dangerous society, an unchanged heart and soul. Gave me Hunger Games vibes for some reason (although written years before that was published)
Canon-Divergent: Pre or Early Series
Eleventh Hour by Rachel Anton - Mulder travels back in time to find college-aged Scully and change everything.
Belphagor’s Prime by Prufrock’s Love - When Scully disappears Mulder travels back in time to a pre-X-Files Scully for help.
In Another Life by @mldrgrl - What if there was no conspiracy? What if Mulder was just a regular FBI Agent? What if Scully was just a bureau pathologist?
How They Met by @peacenik0 - After an encounter at Scully’s FBI academy graduation party they must determine how to deal with their past and their undeniable attraction to one another when partnered up.
One Week at Quantico by CrossedBeams - What if Mulder had been teaching at the Academy when Scully was training…
Paging Dr. Scully by @mangokiwitropicalswirl - Mulder keeps ending up in Dr Scully’s ER.
Only One Choice by @sisterspooky1013 - Scully was never assigned to The X Files.
The Way Things Are by Sukie Tawdry - A season 1 one night stand changes everything. Baby-fic.
Departures & Arrivals by anarchybeauty - After the X Files are closed in 1994, Scully moves on. Two years later, she runs into Mulder in an airport.
Right Hand Return by humphreywrites - Scully is returned from her abduction with a baby, no memories of anything prior to her captivity and some PTSD.
12 Rites of Passage and 12 Degrees of Separation by Anne Hayes - mytharc story written very early in the series run.
parent_1 by @markwatneyandenesemble - It’s 1996, Mulder’s been off the X-Files for three years, and not speaking to Scully. They’ve almost moved on with their lives. Almost.
Canon-Divergent: Mid Series
A Different Place by @myownsuperintendent - When Mulder successfully brings one of the Samantha clones back from the farm with him in Herrenvolk, she must learn to adapt to a different life.
Once More With Feeling by skinfull - While on a stakeout Mulder is shot in the head and loses his memory.
Iolokus by rivkat and MustangSally - Mytharc AU. Painted across the barren and desolate reaches of Texas, the shadows of the Project put additional pressure on Scully and Mulder's already fragile relationship. After a hostage crisis raises more questions about the Project's breeding program, Scully begins her own investigation, leaving Mulder to choose between saving her and saving himself. Pretty disturbing but fascinating, a classic.
Arizona Highways by Fialka - Mytharc AU. Visions of Melissa lead Our Heroes on a case confirming the existence of a series of Emilys. But does Melissa really have a message, or is it all in Scully’s head? Another classic.
Heuvelmans' On the Track by @mashnotesofthemythopoeic - post-FTF mytharc AU, truly a ride you’ll never forget.
The Leap and Landfall by Ambress - Scully has a one time opportunity for motherhood, given to her by the Kurt Crawfords.
All That Is Dark and Bright by @malibusunset-xf-blog - Emily lives AU.
Five Years and One Night by Shalimar - Scully leaves the X-Files post-Emily but gets drawn back in when Mulder discovers Emily wasn’t the only child created.
Cubed by Louise Marin - Mid-season 6 Scully does a little body-swapping of her own. Can she and Mulder make it back to each other? Do they want to?
The Boy on the Beach and Tonight We're Gonna Party Like It's 1999 by @cecilysass - One moment she was sitting in the chair. Her chin up, her expression ice. And the next moment she was gone. Fantastic exploration of the Samantha storyline.
Canon-Divergent: Late or Post Series
40 Weeks by @malibusunset-xf-blog - What if the IVF attempt in Per Manum had been successful?
Mobius by L.A. Ward - Post-Requiem while investigating the disappearance of a physicist, Scully finds someone she didn't expect - Mulder. But is it her Mulder?
By the Wind Grieved by Karen Rasch - Mulder is returned several months post Requiem but he doesn't know who he is or what Scully and he are to each other. Together they must reclaim the past before their enemies take away their future.
Deadalive AU by @markwatneyandenesemble - Mulder is returned but is missing several years of memory.
The 13th Sign and 7 Days in May by Prufrock’s Love - Post-Deadalive. Mulder saw no reason for life, death, sex, Armageddon, or emotional dysfunction to stand in the way of true love.
Hurricane Season by rah and beduini - Post-Existence week at the beach with the Scully family and baby Wim.
Terra Firma series by @malibusunset-xf-blog - Post-Existence domestic family drama, a classic comfort read for me.
2008 by MystPhile - With the quest at an end, the X-Files closed in the year 2000. Our heroes went their separate ways. In 2008, they meet in Bloomingdale's and the past, present, and future are explored.
Dr. Scully's School for Exceptional Boys by Prufrock’s Love - More than a decade had passed. Mulder had no reason to hole up in his apartment alone, wearing a Three Dog Night T-shirt with dried mustard on the hem and blue jeans that had seen better days. He wasn't "saving himself" for anyone. Especially not Her. Though she remained epically, beautifully, brilliantly kick-A-S-S.
Machines of Freedom by Amal Nahurriyeh - post-IWTB. The end of the world is coming. And they're doing everything in their power to stop it.
North of Zero by @slippinmickeys - Post-IWTB, post-colonization. The bombs have fallen. The aliens have come. What’s next?
Canon Parallel AUs:
I've got you under my skin by cuits - In a universe where soulmate identifying marks exist and affect a part of the population, would Mulder and Scully's relationship evolve any different? Unfinished but complete through Existence so it still ends in a satisfying place.
Half-light by skuls - Mulder and Scully get a second chance.
The Family G-Man by Neoxphile and FelineFemme - A double tragedy strikes Mulder the week before Christmas of 2003. What if he could go back and change things, save the son one lost and give the other the family she wanted? Could it keep them safe?
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willowser · 9 months
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For the fanfic trope game: maybe Neighbour Touya and awful first meeting ?
I loved reading what you wrote for Bakugou Soulmate first time mashup ❤️
LOL OKAY THIS SOUNDS CUTE ! and tysm !!! i'm so glad you enjoyed it !!! 🥺✨💕
so you move in next door to the todoroki's and the first one you meet is fuyumi !!! she's getting out of her little cute car, bringing some groceries inside as you're hauling boxes up to your room from the moving van. and she's very nice ! very sweet ! about your age and you're excited about the possibility of having a friend already !
she tells you a little bit about her family later, when you two go walking around the neighborhood after the sun has started to set and the evening has begun to cool things down. her parents are divorced and she and her brothers live with her mother ! though she and the two younger ones still see their father for certain holidays and in small stints in the summer. she doesn't say much about her other brother, and you don't ask, trying to soak it all up like a sponge.
over the course of the first week, you meet all of them. all of them. little shouto who seems wholly uninterested in you — you can't tell if he's shy or just more interested in the little gaming system he keeps in his hands at all times — and natuso, who blushes when you introduce yourself. rei, who is so sweet ! and invites you to stay for dinner, which you do, and you and fuyumi help her in the kitchen and have a good time ! you meet enji for just a moment, near the end of the week when he comes to visit rei, a serious, withdrawn look on his face that sends you and the kiddos outside. you only barely catch him saying something about touya, but then yumi is rolling her eyes and natsuo is asking you something about having a boyfriend.
it's not until a little later that you're trying to sleep that you hear something OBNOXIOUS outside, like a fist against a window and some ridiculous noise that could be scary if you think too much about it. when you take a peek, there's some dark-haired guy trying to climb the side of the todoroki house, wobbling dangerously and barely hanging on. you spend a moment watching him, wondering if you should maybe call the police, but then the window opens and natsuo sticks his little head out — and plants a hand on his face and pushes him off the house afhahfahf
all the floodlights come on and he's stumbling to his feet just to face plant in the grass, and he looks up when you accidentally laugh out loud. even in the dark, you can see the face he makes at you, before he's getting to his feet and scaling the side of your house, too. you should probably be afraid, but natsuo is still looking out his own window, watching with his mouth open as this guy starts knocking and hissing to be let in.
you don't know why you do. maybe because he's a little cute up close and both natsuo and now shouto don't seem afraid as they watch you from across the yard. just as you yank open your window and he forces himself in, you catch rei coming around the side of the house with a flashlight, arms crossed as she calls out, "touya!" all exasperated. he just face plants into your room and groans into the carpet.
he doesn't move for a minute and when you lightly kick him in the arm, he sits up and is sort of drooling. the bitter smell of alcohol hits you terribly, looking at his handsome, scuffed up face, and he just blinks his bright blue eyes up at you slowly.
he slurs, "you th'neighbor?"
"uh, yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "that's why i'm in the house next door."
it makes him — touya — huff. "cute," he grins enough that his dimples show; the same ones shouto has, the one fuyumi has in her right cheek. and then he groans again, slumping back on your floor as he covers his mouth. "much as 'm enjoyin' this, 'm 'boutta hurl all over your rug."
you barely manage to drag him down the hall to your bathroom.
✨ trope game ! ✨
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dragonagitator · 5 months
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Gale Dekarios / Modern Girl in Faerun BG3 fanfic snippets & ideas
I've begun writing my very first fanfic, a "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert for Baldur's Gate 3 in the tradition of the "Modern Girl of Thedas" fanfics for Dragon Age.
Premise: A woman who has played a lot of BG3 is transported to the world of BG3, where she uses her foreknowledge of events to pretty much obliterate canon. End game is Gale/MGIF romance, but at an even slower burn than in canon because he thinks she's batshit crazy.
It'll be a very long while before I'll be ready to begin posting chapters on AO3 because I'm writing the scenes out of order whenever inspiration strikes instead of chronologically. But I've been posting occasional snippets and ideas to Tumblr as I go, so here's a pinned post where I'll add links to that stuff in case someone wants to read a bunch of disjointed crap from a WIP.
Criticism is very welcome! I've never written a fanfic before so I fully expect it to be terrible, and I'd much appreciate any feedback that would help make it less terrible before the final draft goes up on AO3.
Scenes & Dialogue Snippets:
Is the somatic component an erection?
Um... what language is that?
200 gold, same as in town
How can you have the word ‘lesbian’ with no Lesbos and no Sappho?
Make. Me. A. Better. Offer.
Should I be jealous of Withers, Gale? I know he's your type.
The Book of Erotic Fantasy
Plot Ideas:
Fucked-up idea for why Gale has abs
I just wanted to fuck a hot wizard but now I have homework
Timeline of major events during Gale Dekarios's lifetime
Gale's and Tara's search for a cure to his condition was a race against time for them both
Gale was picked up in Yartar while headed north to die
The lack of Gale Dekarios / Modern Girl in Faerun author self-insert fanfics is killing me
The nautiloid could have plausibly realm-jumped to Earth
Soulless by Toril standards
Wizard of Waterdeep, meet Wizard of Excel!
Astarion is the only companion who immediately believes the MGIF
Traded My Spoons For Knives
Teamwork makes dream work, and my author self-insert dreams of taking a bath
There's only one God you should be worshipping, his name is Ed Greenwood
I'll be asking Withers to respec me from Accountant to Sorcerer at the earliest opportunity
Crippling existential crisis
I am receiving the Shovel Talk from a flying cat
Where's the CIA when you need them?
How to help Karlach in your post-game fix-it fics
Show us on the Waterdeep map where Gale's tower is???
My Big Fat Greek Wedding / Mamma Mia / Dragon Heist mashup
Oh, so you're the local Goddess of Magic? Well, let me introduce you to Hecate and Freyja and the Morrigan and Isis and...
I've already come up with at least three sequels
Tara would be all over Tav's baby bump
Waterdeep needs the Freedom of Information Act
Speedrunning the Enlightenment
Elminster's portal to Earth seems like an easier way home than asking Lae'zel to please hijack me another nautiloid
Gale as a "Faerun Character in Modern Earth"
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ashwithapen · 8 months
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⚠️ this post is edited and updated regularly! last edited: 18 february 2024
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"woah, who are you?"
hi, my name is ash! i am:
18
a they/them (agender)
autistic, adhd, osdd-1b (system sideblog)
greyromantic & bisexual
an IB student trying to go to uni for creative writing
in love with writing psych dramas/thrillers & creative nonfiction
most experienced in writing fanfics
an intp, aquarius, hufflepuff, 5w4, etc.
also really into music, symbolism in music, soundtracking, and abnormal psychology!!
here's my creative portfolio! features: writing (fiction, nonfic, poetry, plays), music, video editing, and photography
recently: i wrote an original soundtrack... for a book??
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“what’s going on here?”
#drabbles: shorts
#poetry: poetry
#life writing: life writing
#creative non-fiction: creative non-fiction
#fiction: fiction
#get wipped lmao: anything about my WIPs
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#ash answers: where i answer asks take a wild guess
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#oo shiny: stuff i liked a lot
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#composing: i write music scores sometimes
#insane mashups: sometimes i combine songs and create monstrosities and that's okay
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“WIPs?”
heart beats fast; colours and promises
Viva La Ávila
tales, second edition
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“fandoms & interests?”
ranges from obsessed, to involved, to generally liking. listed alphabetically. i will probably post/reblog about mainly the ones in bold as they are my current 'favourite' interests, but anything is free game.
13 reasons why (show, haven't read book)
abnormal psychology (neurodiversity)
avengers + avengers adjacent (mcu, haven't read comics)
avpm, avps, avpsy (musicals)
bo burnham (musician + comedian)
c418 (composer)
circe (book)
cream crew (content creator group)
crywank (musician)
dream smp (livestream series; i don't support dream/dream team)
e7i (musician)
generation loss (interactive livestream + adjacent media)
good will hunting (movie)
hamilton (musical)
harry potter (fuck jkr)
hazbin hotel (tv show)
heartstopper (show, haven't gotten to read the graphic novels yet)
heathers (musical, haven't watched movie)
heroes of olympus/percy jackson (books, still watching series)
how to train your dragon (movies + show)
how to train your dragon soundtrack
hozier (musician)
james marriott (musician + streamer)
john powell (film composer)
magnus chase and the gods of asgard (books)
modern baseball (band)
mom jeans. (band)
nimona (movie, haven't read graphic novel/web-series)
rainbow kitten surprise (band)
sherlock (bbc show)
sleepy bois inc. (content creator group; fuck wilbur soot)
song of achilles (book)
soundtracking & symbolism in music
star wars
studio ghibli (movies by the animation company)
the 1975 (band; i don't support matty healy)
the star and the sun (book; still reading)
the oh hellos (band)
toby fox (music, haven't played his games yet)
qsmp (livestream series)
why don't we (band; old fan, not in as deep as i used to be)
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“what else?”
other than writing, i do music composition, photography, and video editing :D you can check that all out in my portfolio
check out my spotify, i have the best music taste i promise
i use instagram on occasion
pinterest for all you pinterest girlies
i'm the host of an osdd-1b system, we have a system sideblog
i'm also @jesterjac (agere!) :)
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Hi Kat! For the trope mashup: 67 & 75 😊
Hi Krystal! 67 (Casual Intimacy/Physical Comfort) + 75 (Outsider POV) I think for this one I would go in the direction of Kev's view of their relationship over the years. For such a big dude, he has a crazy ability to blend into the background, and being the neighbourhood bartender just adds to that - people forget he's there and watching. From the early years, when he would sometimes catch glimpses of them wandering the streets together late at night when he's locking up the Alibi and heading home, and seeing the body language change over time, to Mickey's not-so-casual questioning about Ian when he was missing. He saw them together from time to time at the Gallagher house after Ian came home, and while they didn't often touch each other when other people were around, they were always just THERE, always together, never going to the kitchen to get a drink without grabbing one for the other, they were just close in a way he had never seen Ian behave with anyone else. The night of the Christening, he overheard their conversation about Mickey being free, and really truly realized just how deeply these two were in this - not that either of them were really old enough to understand what it all meant, but he could see the passion burning in both of them. Fighting for each other that night (both with words and fists), and seeing them together afterwards, touching in public for the first time, helping each other get cleaned up and being so careful of their wounds. It felt like he was seeing something almost too personal, too private for other eyes.
Kev would have glimpses of those moments with the two of them over the course of all the years that followed, and would quietly be team Mickey even when the rest of Ian's family wanted him to forget and move on. He always found ways to remind Ian that he, at least, liked Mickey.
Seeing them fighting so hard to be together, even after everything, and actually getting married, is what finally pushed him to realize that the only other people he knew with that level of commitment to each other are himself and V - and he knows now that he has to get that divorce so they can finally get married for real.
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🎄Customer Service Kink (Tom/Loki X Female Reader)
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Okay, this might qualify as another Winter Warmer but it might also be too late to add more to that collection! @lokisgoodgirl you tell me!!
So you can just take this as a stand-alone! This is a Tom/Loki mashup fanfic! This is also my first drabble-ish piece. I hope someone out there likes it! Ugh! Nervous.
It's EXPLICIT 🥵 so if you are too young for this please don't read it. Also since it's a Tom/Loki mashup I will go ahead and say...of course, I made this all up! This is not the real Tom Hiddleston, just the Tom of my imagination...sigh.
NOTE: For my non-American readers (just in case you don't have this ridiculous tradition), according to Wikipedia a white elephant party is "...a party game where amusing and impractical gifts are exchanged during festivities. The goal of a white elephant gift exchange is to entertain party-goers rather than to gain a genuinely valuable or highly sought-after item."
Summary: This year’s white elephant party gift is a little better than last year's DIY slushie cup…
🎄Customer Service Kink
December 2018
You opened the door, and he turned around, leaving the girl he was apparently fucking up against the wall-visibly distraught…to say the least.
“Hey!” she growled, pulling down her tight body con dress bashfully, and trying to fix her hair.
“That was incredibly rude to just stop like that,” she said, glaring at you both while storming off.
He had just been 100% involved with her. Now he was 100% staring in your direction. What was happening here? Fast words spilled out of your mouth.
“Oh god, sorry, I was actually just trying to find where the drinks were. I am going to leave now….” You began to back out of the room, but you knew who he was right away.
You couldn’t believe he would be someplace like this. His reputation for being such a "nice guy" seemed to be crumbling second by second as the scene you found yourself in unfolded.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said coldly, with a flat countenance that was unnerving. Prickly even.
He was right. You were not privy to Hollywood parties like this. You were here by accident, by chance. You were not dressed for the occasion either.
To start with, you still had your clothes still on.
You glanced nervously around the room you had haphazardly walked into. You had been separated from your friend earlier while trying to walk through a full-on naked EDM dance party.
Continuing to wander through the big mansion for what felt like hours, growing more and more alarmed at the activities going on had led you to this moment.
This room you’d stumbled upon was decorated in black, barely lit candles adorned side tables, smells of alcohol, cigarettes, and other illicit things filled the space so densely you could scarcely breathe.
You could barely think.
You could also smell his cologne as he closed the space between you. It smelled of blood oranges and his fancy car's leather interior.
These were the only things on his person, he was naked except for his rather expensive-looking blue cardigan you were certain was cashmere.
Why did he care that you had come into the room when he was fucking that girl? Everyone in this tiny room was fucking…everyone at this party was fucking or just about to-so why didn’t he just let you leave?
You were rattled. Where had your friend gone?
You looked around the room again, trying to shake his eye contact. You poked your head outside the room, looking for Emily, but she was still nowhere to be found. There were only the rapturous bodies around you, full of sweat and moans, which seemed stereotypical of what you’d guessed a Hollywood sex party would be like.
You laughed a little at the thought of how predictable humans could be. Except for this one staring you down. He didn't add up.
You finally spoke, defending yourself.
“I was invited,” you lied.
You weren’t invited. You and Emily had been gifted invites last night at your company's white elephant holiday party. In retrospect that now seemed like a sick joke. Whichever co-worker was behind this, was truly twisted!
He continued talking as you shifted on your heels.
“No, you were most certainly not invited, I would know. This is my friend’s party. It’s by invitation only,” he countered with a sharp inhalation that narrowed his already chiseled face.
You held your breath. Was he threatening you? Mr. Internet boyfriend? Mr. God of Chaos and kindness? You’d been wrestling with these Hollywood people for years, but their nerve never ceased to amaze you. You certainly could not tell him you got these invites at a white elephant party. He might not even know what that was, being British.
“Where’s your friend then?” he continued, running his long fingers across the outline of his sharp jaw.
“Perhaps somewhere else spying on celebrities too?”
Now he was just being an entitled asshole. That was enough.
“You know, for someone with a reputation for being “the nicest guy in Hollywood” you seem like a dick.” The irony was not lost on you that his huge, gorgeous dick was right in front of you. Maybe it was a slip-up that you called him a dick in your nervousness. He noticed you were looking at him. All of him. Your eyes hadn’t moved from him in fact. Shit. Shit. Shit.
His eyes now traveled up your body, holding every ounce of you. He stepped back some, perhaps to take even more of you in. His eyes narrowed.
“Something caught your eye?” he mumbled, biting his lip a little, changing his interrogation into something...else.
“I wasn’t looking at you!” you declared, feigning decency.
If you only had your goddamn phone, you could text Emily and get out of here, but it was locked away in some weird makeshift cloakroom manned by people who looked like they would have been more comfortable serving drinks on the lounge of a spaceship…
Maybe this was one of those weird moments that parallel the animal kingdom. You were just a random female who got in the way of this British bastard's mating ritual, and now since his first chick apparently slinked off, he was going to have you! Dear lord.
He didn’t wait for you to answer him or make any other decisions.
Suddenly he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to the balcony. Using his free hand to unlatch the glass door and push you through with the other. He seemed to pirouette, gracefully maneuvering through bodies and the decomposing refuse of the evening. Discarded bras, boxer shorts, sex toys, lube, and fishnet stockings rolled up in little balls, all obstacles along his path, cleared with ease.  
“Wait, wait, what are you doing??” You were frantic. Was he throwing you off the third floor into the LA night? His fiendish stare was growing more and more laced with intent.
“I think you talk too much,” he said once you were on the balcony. The chill of the night coursed over his primarily naked form. The tactile juxtaposition of his hard body with the soft cashmere of his cardigan was not lost on you. It was a mood.
The holiday decorations on the balcony flickered on and off. There was a goddamn Christmas tree out there too. Strands of silver tinsel were blowing in the wind that whipped through the ridiculous hills. But you could not take your eyes off his body, even as you tried to orient yourself to the scene.
Lithe and wiry yet entirely carnal. It was like he’d lived in his skin for a thousand years. Every moment a graceful execution of awareness and now seemingly an invitation…to know him.
“You are, um, masterful with your body, um….” you tried to compliment him in the middle of this chaos. You were scared, but there were worse things than being on a balcony of a mansion in the middle of the Hollywood hills trapped by this man. You’d been in similar sketchy situations, but none quite like this.
As if he was reading your mind, he breathily said, “This is what celebrities are. We are for public consumption. We are here for you.”
“You are?” you said, maybe a little confused.  Was he mocking you, or was this perhaps some kind of kink?
Then you thought about it. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but maybe this "at your service" was his thing? Possibly he had a little customer service kink?
If that was the case, could you play the part of the customer?
A million thoughts raced through your head again. You dealt with stressful things all day, you could think your way out of this. You did take acting classes in college, after all...
You decided it was his kink. He was an actor. He sold his art for a living, so why not his body? This was it. You'd figured him out.
You tried to remember your college class, you got into a part by mostly letting go and focusing on every detail around you. So, you stilled your heart which was threatening to leave your chest, and breathed, accepting the invitation he was extending.
You fixed your gaze on him, and spoke, praying you got this right.
“I paid good money for this tonight, sir. 5,000 dollars better give me something extraordinary, this is my Christmas present after all.”
Maybe it was a stupid thing for you to say. Perhaps you’d read him wrong, but then he pulled you to him.
Bingo.
“I don’t have dissatisfied customers. Especially during the peak holiday shopping season,” he purred.
“What does the lady like?”
Good lord. You swallowed audibly. So, you two were on. This was happening.
Being honest wasn’t easy for you. Especially under pressure, but if you were ever going to get better at telling anyone-let alone a kinky impromptu celebrity lover, you better try.
The following things that unraveled out of your mouth next were a fever dream at best.
You stood up tall and commanding. The customer is always right.
“I want you to stop fucking around and stroke that big fat cock of yours,” you tried to keep from smiling as you demanded he comply with your orders.
His 'good guy' was showing slightly as he considered your request. A slight smile threatened to inch across his face.
He took a few breaths and then moved his large hands over his cock, stroking it lightly. Your eyes were glued to the veins in his hands. Were they popping out? They were, goddamn it. They were.
The careful way his fingers held his cock, he was savoring every touch.
Touching himself turned him on.
Christ. One of your kinks was his kink too. Your luck this evening was astounding.
You could remember no more words from him after that—just his immediate, unfettered approach. You both began to hurriedly undress you. He plopped you up on the railing. You looked over out into the night, was that a coyote you heard howling? It was so dark out there…
Noticing you were a little nervous about falling, he steadied you with one hand, while he removed your pants with the other. This was definitely not his first rodeo.
He moved closer, his free hand grasped your breasts, tugging. He was kissing you now, his lips on your neck. Sucking. Pulling your hair back to make sure he could kiss your ear, nipping on your lobes, his tongue moving inside. His lips found yours, and as his passion seemed to grow, his teeth clanked against yours. Clumsy but earnest.
He pulled your lower lip with his mouth, biting. Your eyes must have been closed because once you opened them, you saw he’d finally removed the cardigan sweater he was wearing.
He was completely naked now.
You weren’t fully undressed, but it seemed he didn’t want to waste more time before his face was between your legs. Panties pushed aside and his mouth molded to your sex in such a precise way you immediately wondered if this man did do this professionally.
His wild tongue now lapped at your core relentlessly. Your hands folded through his curls, pulling, hanging on for your life. One leg hitched on his shoulder while your bottom barely held its place on the rail.
Then without warning, he took both of his large hands and held your ass, pulling your sex deeper into his mouth. You were not able to keep your balance. He knew this. This cunning fuck. He knew what he was doing.
You collapsed on his body, and you both fell to the ground. You arched backward and prayed to God Emily had found some other random invitee to talk to. You prayed she had not come looking for you. His eyes, the most cerulean blue you’d ever seen, almost seemed filled with tears. Was he crying? Should you check in? Jesus. Why are rich people so complicated?
You thought about saying something but didn’t. You were already in this. You were going to keep going.
Sliding back from his wanting mouth, you dragged your obscenely wet sex along his obnoxiously taut stomach until you were close enough to grab his cock with your right hand. You lifted yourself up, maybe with a slight twinge of caution-you proceeded to rub the tip through your folds. The slip was insane, and it would only take a flick of your wrist until he was entirely sheathed. He perhaps felt your momentary caution, so he placed his hand over yours-guiding himself in. Christ!
You made a slight moan and a slight quiver as you shimmied down on him. His eyes were watching your every move.
This was his thing, rapt attention to detail. It was unnerving and very erotic, maybe the most erotic thing you’d ever experienced.
His eyes watched his cock disappear inside you. Once fully there, he didn’t seem able to keep up the bad boy act. He fully smiled, almost as if to say, “Are you going to be able to handle this?” He knew what he had.
You weren’t entirely sure. There was no room. He filled you completely. If you were leading the rest of this dance, you’d forgotten the steps, so he instinctively placed both of his hands on your hips.
“Move slowly. I have you,” he said, still watching.
Your face was blushing. A crimson hue spread and decorated your chest. This was too much. Did you sign an NDA? Were there going to be legal ramifications?
But you remembered what to do.
You remembered to breathe and feel. You fought another smile emerging as his hands moved from your hips to your hands. His fingers laced through yours, and his hips arched up, sending his cock deeper. Waves of sensation were threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel every part of him. You were tracking your shared euphoria as it grew. You both intensified your pace, and when he almost went too hard, he pulled himself back, slowing down-savoring you. Every move of his body was attentive and intelligent. He grabbed your breasts and brought them to his mouth, taking each nipple in delicate worship. Maybe he didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want this to end. Not tonight. Not this month. Not ever. Oh no, what was happening?
You suddenly felt something like...jealousy. You suddenly didn’t want to imagine him moving on to the next woman, man, or anyone.
He could tell you were somewhere else as you continued to move your hips, lost in your feelings. This time the tears were in your eyes. You were not part of the elite. Therefore, you didn’t go to sex parties. This wasn’t like you. You didn’t do casual so well.
“Hey…,” he whispered.
“Come back to me,” his hands found yours again, fingers intertwined again. He brought one of them to his lips and kissed it.
“Are you okay?” This time he stopped moving beneath you. He gently pulled you off him and sat you both up.
“I get it,” he said a little awkwardly.
“You might not,” you replied, trying to remain strong and reminding yourself you could have lovers. You had lovers. He was just such a good lover.
You put your hair behind your ear and looked at him as you sat inside his mammoth legs, staring at him. Passion still swirling in your body. The chilly wind found you both. He looked around, and with a long reach, he found his sweater and placed it around your shoulders. You smelled his cologne again. Blood oranges and leather interiors.
“I’m sorry. Did I just ruin everything?” you said, not looking at him.
“I did not expect to get emotional.”
He leaned in closer, making sure you were paying attention, holding your chin with one of his large hands.
“Me either,” he said.
“What, you are feeling emotional too?”
“I thought you saw me crying earlier?” he said coyly.
“Those were tears?”
“Jesus. Woman, yes, those were tears! Look, I’m not some callous fuck with no emotions. This was very emotional for me too.”
“But when I walked in the room, you were fucking someone else…so I assumed.”
"Yes, oh, that. I know. God. Why are things always like this?"
He rubbed his shoulders with his hands nervously as he tried to explain himself.  
"You go to these events, or at least someone like me goes to these events because I can, and I leave half of myself back in my hotel room. You turn off so much, and I just couldn’t with you. Maybe because I haven’t had sex with a normie in a long time..."
"Wait, did you just call me a normie?"
“Well, aren’t you?”
"What is your definition of "normie"-If working a 9-5 job makes me a normie and not having a trust fund, then I guess I am." 
Looking slightly offended, he countered, "That’s not what I meant!"
What came out of your mouth next surprised you both. A surge of clarity came over you.
"Maybe we should stop talking and just finish what we started."
He seemed to recognize that more discussion would likely lead you both into philosophical territory neither of you wanted to trek across at the moment. He looked at you. Eyes wide and beaming.
“I am still quite hard for you, my little normie darling.”
You aimed one of your balled fists, intending to hit him, but he intercepted and pulled your wrist sideways and down. He launched his body over yours, pinning both arms over your head. Stradling you now, with his cock on your stomach.
“As I said, I am determined to deliver 100% customer satisfaction.”
You sighed. Why not let him? It’s just an orgasm. It’s just another ten minutes or so with one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen, let alone had inside you.
"Okay."
"Okay, what, darling?" he teased, still holding your arms above your head.
"Okay, satisfy me," you relented.
"Satisfy you with what exactly, pet?"
"Your huge cock," you said, knowing this was likely also his kink. So why not oblige?
"My pleasure," he said, loosening one of your hands long enough to guide himself back inside you. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit it was one of the most glorious feelings you’ve ever had.
You repeated a mantra in your head, “Just go with it. Just enjoy it. It’s Christmas.” He grabbed both of your hands again, this time pinning them harder. Once more, almost on cue, as if reading your mind, he said, "You’ve been a good girl."
You might have rolled your eyes a little as he proceeded to ruthlessly fuck you, his cock so expertly aligned for pleasure. He swirled his thumb across your clit. He pushed your legs up further along with your arms.
You were going to come hard, and he knew it. So was he. The vulnerability returned as you saw him getting closer. His movements become erratic. His pace in ruins. He didn’t pull out. He simply came inside you, sweet and resonant, filling you. You came shortly after, gasping for air, finally wringing your arms free so you could wrap them around him. Both out of breath, you exchanged glances. You were both too smart for role-playing, but it worked this time.
He looked like he was thinking something over, as you slowly moved to get dressed, understanding your time was running short either the party would consume him again or Emily would find you-both of those things hastened your final descent away from his warm body.
"How did you end up here normie?" he finally asked you.
"I don't think you'd believe me."
"Try me."
"White elephant gift. My stupid colleague put this under the tree at our holiday party. We didn't know what it was until we got here and surrendered our phones in that weird cloakroom. I think whoever gifted us the invites was trying to piss someone off here...you know two outsiders show up, throw off the scene...it's a classic."
"Well, it worked didn't it?" he laughed pulling his sweater over his naked body, which must be freezing by now.
"Yeah and no phones, so there's no way I'll ever be able to contact you, I can't possibly remember a British phone number anyway, arent' they like a hundred numbers or something?"
"You don't even know my name either, so no looking me up on Instagram mister," you laughed a little sadness punctuating your candor again. He was good. Really good. Probably at everything he did. Not just fucking normies.
"I have a pretty good memory if you want to try me, what's your name? Might as well tell me, since you were contraband tonight anyway. I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time earlier." he laughed and once again bore his eyes into your soul.
There seemed no harm in telling him, it's not like you would actually see him again.
"My name is Y/N," you squeaked out as you pulled your boots back on.
He smiled and opened the glass balcony doors for you both, leading you back into the chaos. He quickly put on his clothes while you tried not to look around.
"You aren't staying?" you wondered aloud.
"Right, I don't think so actually"
He was about to say something else when Emily walked into the room, cutting him off, and looking slightly horrified.
"Y/N where have you been! We need to get out of here!"
Emily then looked at him and then back at you, and looked at him again.
"You are...you are Tom Hiddleston...Loki," Emily mumbled barely able to make out words.
"Thanks for blowing my cover," his stern face returned momentarily.
"Oh Jesus, I'm sorry!" Emily looked even more horrified and looked around wondering if anyone heard her.
"Just kidding!" Tom said, smacking her arm lightly.
"Everyone knows everyone here, all good."
Emily looked at you again, then Tom again. Questions tumbled in her head.
"Do you two know one another?"
Tom looked at you, his blue eyes visible even in the dim sex party lights.
"We do," he said, smiling ear to ear.
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coffeecat1983 · 2 months
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Next chapter!
The bros learn more from Peach, and a tour of the Slums leads to Mario making a decision.
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Accidental Eavesdropping Sleep Intimacy 
With Pero
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Ooooooh with Pero! Okay okay this is gonna be fun.
You ended up as part of a caravan, a whole group traveling together for safety. It was just you, so you often ended up on the outskirts of camp.
Which is how you got to know two of the guards. Tovar and William.
They were kind, in their way. William was happy to talk, and Tovar occasionally snuck you extra food or supplies.
Honestly you were trying to sleep when you overheard them talking. About you. Really, you should have covered your ears, or moved away, or something. But. Well.
Curiosity had always been your greatest weakness.
William was encouraging Tovar to act, to do something to make his feelings known. Tovar denied all existence of any such feelings. Then insisted that he was no good and would be no good for you. The two bickering for a while before William seemingly gave up.
But Tovar did bed down closer to you than he normally did.
The nights grew colder as you traveled, and you overheard William and Tovar more than once.
One night Tovar settled down to sleep before you did. And you set down near him, bear enough to reach out and touch him if you wanted.
You woke in the middle of the night to warmth pressed close against you. Tovar had moved and slept close to you, keeping you warm with his body and his blanket.
It was the best sleep you'd gotten.
But he was gone before you woke.
Somehow you ended up sleeping near him for warmth more often than not. But Tovar still didn't speak of his feelings.
Finally, one night, when William cornered Tovar and demanded answers, you gave them first. You admitted your feelings and then went and hid.
Or you tried to, anyway. Tovar found you pretty quickly and refused to allow any space between you, muttering things into the back of your neck that you only half understood. Mingled confessions and praise and compliments.
He never left after the caravan finally got to the destination.
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