Thing to do when procrastinating
Up today:
Go on one of those personalized romance novel websites (BookByYou is my favorite) and fill out the free sample forms with the names of random OTPs.
For instance, have two samples of Luke Cage and Jessica Jones in the Wild West:
1.
Jessica had to admit he was a rather attractive man, neatly attired in denim and leather. She scanned his athletic frame and stopped at an arresting pair of brown eyes peeking out beneath a rather large cowboy hat, set atop black hair. The stranger approached the bar, wearing a smoldering smile across a handsomely rugged jaw.
"What can I do for you?" she said coolly.
"What's your specialty," he flirted, leaning against the bar, flashing his big browns.
"Sarcasm," was the sharp reply. "Care for a double?" Jessica had spent the morning cleaning the saloon's eaves troughs and was feeling filthy, embarrassed and annoyed all at the same time. She was in no mood for flirtation.
Put in his place, Luke cleared his throat and introduced himself as Luke Cage, a foreman with the Grand Humber railroad. "Ma'am, just call me Luke," he said, trying to make amends.
"Well the guy you're looking for? The hotel manager? That's me. I'm also the owner, Jessica Jones," she said coolly, giving a little and extending her hand.
[Hey she's just as bitchy as normal. I ♥ bitchy!Jess. Make note of that, in case any of you want to write me fic. I would like to note for the record, though, that unless he's got the 70s-era afro going, Luke doesn't generally have much hair.]
2.
Luke was completely distracted by the vision before him. Jessica stood against a tree, the breeze blowing her robe open exposing her thin cotton nightdress, making it clear there was little or nothing between her haloed body and the white fabric. Jessica suddenly became very conscious of that same fact. The combination of the cool breeze, her moment of fright and the excitement of a man's forbidden gaze made her skin tingle and her breasts strain against her night shirt. In the shadows she could not see his eyes drift over her shapely body, but she could feel them just the same.
"Are you cold?" Luke said, breaking the awkward silence. He removed his overcoat and carried it to Jessica, the moonlight reflecting majestically off her dark brown hair.
"Yes, thank you," she replied. Her hands were cold but there was a warmth building from within. Every other part of her body seemed confused by the circumstances...
[Is it just me, or is it a tad bit nipply out here tonight...? :D]
Go on one of those personalized romance novel websites (BookByYou is my favorite) and fill out the free sample forms with the names of random OTPs.
For instance, have two samples of Luke Cage and Jessica Jones in the Wild West:
1.
Jessica had to admit he was a rather attractive man, neatly attired in denim and leather. She scanned his athletic frame and stopped at an arresting pair of brown eyes peeking out beneath a rather large cowboy hat, set atop black hair. The stranger approached the bar, wearing a smoldering smile across a handsomely rugged jaw.
"What can I do for you?" she said coolly.
"What's your specialty," he flirted, leaning against the bar, flashing his big browns.
"Sarcasm," was the sharp reply. "Care for a double?" Jessica had spent the morning cleaning the saloon's eaves troughs and was feeling filthy, embarrassed and annoyed all at the same time. She was in no mood for flirtation.
Put in his place, Luke cleared his throat and introduced himself as Luke Cage, a foreman with the Grand Humber railroad. "Ma'am, just call me Luke," he said, trying to make amends.
"Well the guy you're looking for? The hotel manager? That's me. I'm also the owner, Jessica Jones," she said coolly, giving a little and extending her hand.
[Hey she's just as bitchy as normal. I ♥ bitchy!Jess. Make note of that, in case any of you want to write me fic. I would like to note for the record, though, that unless he's got the 70s-era afro going, Luke doesn't generally have much hair.]
2.
Luke was completely distracted by the vision before him. Jessica stood against a tree, the breeze blowing her robe open exposing her thin cotton nightdress, making it clear there was little or nothing between her haloed body and the white fabric. Jessica suddenly became very conscious of that same fact. The combination of the cool breeze, her moment of fright and the excitement of a man's forbidden gaze made her skin tingle and her breasts strain against her night shirt. In the shadows she could not see his eyes drift over her shapely body, but she could feel them just the same.
"Are you cold?" Luke said, breaking the awkward silence. He removed his overcoat and carried it to Jessica, the moonlight reflecting majestically off her dark brown hair.
"Yes, thank you," she replied. Her hands were cold but there was a warmth building from within. Every other part of her body seemed confused by the circumstances...
[Is it just me, or is it a tad bit nipply out here tonight...? :D]