I couldn't sleep last night. I tried to, but it was 9 million degrees and my back hurt and my insides want to be outsides in that way that female insides want to be some times. So I sat up, read some remarkably unsmutty au that was cool and hot with the making out but no actual sex. Then someone posted a video of jared padalecki being beyond gracious and amazing and my heart sorta bled for him for having to do that, and just re-enforced my adoration, and the fact that he's really tall and really pretty.
Anyway, I then went to go and soak in my own sweat (I know, I'm sexy. What's a girl to do?) and unbidden into my mind came the beginning of a j2. And I. Didn't. Write. It. Down. In. The. Moment. Which was stupid. And irritating. And various other words. So, apparently no j2 writing for me.
except that I remember the first teeny bit in some vague non-well written way so i'm recording it for posterity in hopes that it makes the rest come back.:
They hadn't.
It didn't matter what people said, what they wrote, anything. It didn't matter if they pined away like cheesy romance heroines from bodice rippers. It hadn't happened. It wasn't going to happen. And they would both die before they ever spoke about it. That's just the way it worked.
Anyway, I then went to go and soak in my own sweat (I know, I'm sexy. What's a girl to do?) and unbidden into my mind came the beginning of a j2. And I. Didn't. Write. It. Down. In. The. Moment. Which was stupid. And irritating. And various other words. So, apparently no j2 writing for me.
except that I remember the first teeny bit in some vague non-well written way so i'm recording it for posterity in hopes that it makes the rest come back.:
They hadn't.
It didn't matter what people said, what they wrote, anything. It didn't matter if they pined away like cheesy romance heroines from bodice rippers. It hadn't happened. It wasn't going to happen. And they would both die before they ever spoke about it. That's just the way it worked.
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Plus I HATE when you have something in your head and don't write it down. I always kick myself in the morning when I do that. Anymore come back to you? Although selfishly I'm kinda glad. Let's you focus on the next magnets installment and your rentboy!fic that I'm dying to read. Hee.
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they've even had to close some schools because of the head/humidity/air poisoning capacities of this.
Sadly, no more came back to me. Instead I will be required to start magnets after today's episode, and then write more smut.
*grins* it's a hard life.