That meme about posting lines from your fic--lostakasha twisted it and posted lines from fic she hasn't posted, and I thought it was a cool idea
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You're going to do SOMETHING with that Angel/Connor. Jesus fucking Christ. Please, J. Don't just leave that doodle a...doodle. MAKE IT THE MONA LISA for godsake.
I got this idea for A/Connor that I think works for me. I will write it some day and it can be mona lisa-y, or at least mona lisa-y in my sight.
After that maybe I can write the gratuitous porn. Because that's all this bit is--there's no plot to bring a deeper meaning to it, or anything. Which is fine, but difficult for me to write, and even harder for me to share and not feel weird.
Wait, you lost me, and I am confused. You have how many C/A ideas? Of which this is a part of, or not a part of, or what the heck?
This stands alone fine, in terms of the set up. You don't need any more intro. to it, it's clear that Angel has been treading dirty water with Connor and that Connor is - well, a horny teenager with anger and Daddy issues who would like to make Angel put his money where his uh, parts are.
It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
Okay so after that, Angel makes him go to the bedroom and get naked there, and Angel stands in the living room. Very carefully takes off his coat, lays it over a chair. Unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. Considers throwing said chair across the room or ripping it apart with his hands. Considers staking himself with the pieces.
But Connor's in there waiting, so Angel finally goes into the bedroom, and Connor's in there naked, on the bed, and he looks so fucking vulnerable there, curved in on himself like a hermit shell, deceptively soft looking and pearly in the warm light.
So Angel goes over there, drops a heavy hand on his neck, maybe calls him sweetheart, and strokes him nape to tailbone. Connor's moving into the touch like a feline, an Angel moans out of him, and Angel says something like, You know what I want you to call me. And Connor just gives him this bitch of a smile and says, Make me. So
( ... )
Uh, shaky hands, dry mouth, hot face, no, that was porn all right. Jesus god.
*whimper*
If you make more I will be YOUR BEST FRIEND FOREVER. Or possibly just follow you around like a puppy who licks your ankles and offers you dead birds. Could go either way.
You're going to do SOMETHING with that Angel/Connor. Jesus fucking Christ. Please, J. Don't just leave that doodle a...doodle. MAKE IT THE MONA LISA for godsake.
*on knees*
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After that maybe I can write the gratuitous porn. Because that's all this bit is--there's no plot to bring a deeper meaning to it, or anything. Which is fine, but difficult for me to write, and even harder for me to share and not feel weird.
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This stands alone fine, in terms of the set up. You don't need any more intro. to it, it's clear that Angel has been treading dirty water with Connor and that Connor is - well, a horny teenager with anger and Daddy issues who would like to make Angel put his money where his uh, parts are.
It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
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It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
Okay so after that, Angel makes him go to the bedroom and get naked there, and Angel stands in the living room. Very carefully takes off his coat, lays it over a chair. Unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. Considers throwing said chair across the room or ripping it apart with his hands. Considers staking himself with the pieces.
But Connor's in there waiting, so Angel finally goes into the bedroom, and Connor's in there naked, on the bed, and he looks so fucking vulnerable there, curved in on himself like a hermit shell, deceptively soft looking and pearly in the warm light.
So Angel goes over there, drops a heavy hand on his neck, maybe calls him sweetheart, and strokes him nape to tailbone. Connor's moving into the touch like a feline, an Angel moans out of him, and Angel says something like, You know what I want you to call me. And Connor just gives him this bitch of a smile and says, Make me. So ( ... )
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Uh, shaky hands, dry mouth, hot face, no, that was porn all right. Jesus god.
*whimper*
If you make more I will be YOUR BEST FRIEND FOREVER. Or possibly just follow you around like a puppy who licks your ankles and offers you dead birds. Could go either way.
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