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I will find posting this el jay as good as having sex. It's a rainy Monday and I have a billion boring domestic things to do, so I would love some thought distraction while I work on that. Thus, stolen from
lowriseflare:
Leave me a character/pairing for one of the fandoms I write in (or that you think I should), throw in a prompt, and I'll write
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“I tried really hard not to want you here.”
He smiles. “I tried really hard not to want to be here.” Her thumb massages a muscle in his shoulder. There used to be a knot there. “Didn’t work,” he adds.
“For me either,” she whispers. He can feel her eyelashes blink on his chest.
She’s pressed against him everywhere, skin that’s almost luminous, red hair that’s hers, that’s real, that slides over her cheekbone and slips through his fingers.
If he were the type, he’d be embarrassed by how easily he could cry, right now.
But this place is so weird that crying isn’t the only thing he could do right now.
Even after that (and oh gods, the pleasure of her body again, under and over him, everywhere), he’s getting hard when she readjusts, her bare thigh firing on his skin ( ... )
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You wrote me heaven fic! And it is AMAZING.
I like. I have no words. I'm like sitting here amazed, basking in the glow of this, because as corny as it sounds, it GLOWS.
I mean, it really really does.
I love the little things about heaven you put in here. How there used to be a knot in his muscle, how he's an incarnation of himself at every age (GAH, and what that means for their intimacy, goodNESS), how her laughter is uninhibited or tainted by melancholy, THE DIALOGUE. oh god. IT IS SO THEM. Fucking beautifully gorgeous.
She tried not to want him there! He tried not to want to be there! He told her how he heard her! That she said "ridiculous shit"! OMGOMG
And the END. The end. How once he realizes the there's nothing discoloring her absolute joy, he wants her to say something. ANYTHING. And she's talking about the trail with flowers.
“Also, I love you.”
He can’t speak.
“Is that what you wanted me to say?”
He touches the soft tips of her fingers and lets himself grin. “One of the things, yeah.” ( ... )
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So that happened.
But gah, I love them so much and if that's here, in the words even a little (which clearly you think it is!) then my job is done. I just want them to be happy and in love and teasing each other and cuddling and having all the things they never really got to have, or even when they did have them they always knew she was going to DIE. Fail. Oh shows, why do I even watch you? Of course, in this case I haven't even watched the worst part. Meh.
I am so rambly today. Sorry. Thank you bb. I'm thrilled it makes you happy:)
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