It's just a syllable, a pronoun, the start of a chorus that never ends.
You.
You, you, you. Um. Oh. My. God. YOU. I...I...what? did I have a brain? IT MELTED WHEN I MET THIS SECTION.
The next day Joe's singing you set me on fire instead, flashing a knowing smirk Nick's way, Hah. I hope you're prepared for excessive quotage. THAT IS HOW I OPERATE, BB. And this is just so Joe. It's amazing.
Nick was too exhausted to complain and fell asleep, and when he woke up Joe had both earbuds in and a kind of weirdly intense look on his face. Hah, I WISH YOU COULD SEE ME. I made flappy hands. Like seriously. My hands started flapping EVERYWHERE. Because I was imagining this and it was so beautiful and so them and so...*flappy hands* This whole SECTION and the way it made my heart FEEL. It was almost too much.
It's dangerous to go too far with it anyway, to let yourself imagine a world where things happen that just can't in reality. YOU ARE MAYBE ACTUALLY KILLING ME. It's everything I've ever felt about Nick Jonas's feelings put into beautiful, amazing words. And just...HOW DO YOU WRITE NICK SO WELL? I can never ever write Nick. And you just do it effortlessly.
"We will, Joe."
JEN (btw, I call you Jen now, GET USED TO IT OR TELL ME TO STOP). I WISH I WAS A BETTER REVIEWER. BUT IT'S LIKE YOU MADE ALL OF MY FIC DREAMS COME TRUE. IT REALLY IS. I CAN'T EVEN...WHAT?? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING ALL MY LIFE?
Sometimes he wants to write a song about everything he's feeling and everything he's thinking without having to worry about whether it's completely and totally 'appropriate'.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES! Somehow you put my feelings so much better in a fic. 99% of the time they love everything they're doing. And they LIKE their music, LOVE their music. They DO. They just want more. And not more MONEY or more FAME or more FANS. They want...More music or something. I DON'T KNOW. YOU PUT THE FEELINGS PERFECTLY.
And the KISS. AND JOSEPH BEING TIRED. But not just physically. He's drained. ANd the fact that the kiss wasn't fevered or sexy. It just was. Because they're what each other has.
AND EVERYTHING AFTER THAT. I would quote the whole thing back to you if I could. Because it was PERFECT.
Because Nick Jonas doesn't do things by halves.
YES. And what I love the most about this, THE VERY MOST about this entire fic, is something that I don't often express.
That when you're dealing with Nick and Joe exploring each other sexually, what it sort of comes back to is what do you reap when you sow the oats for your children to be not only sexually repressed but also sexualized as their identity. From the ages of 16 and 13 for Joe and Nick their lives have centered around people WANTING them. At first it was like, 'omg, they're so cuuuuuute!" And now it's...still that, but it's more than that. And they squirt white foam on their fans. And they aren't allowed to go more than a day without having to talk about their virginity. And they're forced to be these perfect unwavering unfailingly GOOD boys.
So...you know. I don't know. I have a lot of feelings about this and in relation to the way they were raised and the confined, insular nature of their formative adolescent years. AND THIS SORT OF PERFECTLY CAPTURED EVERY THOUGHT I'VE EVER HAD ABOUT THAT.
AND I LOVE YOU SO HARD I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN EXPRESS IT RIGHT NOW.
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You.
You, you, you.
Um. Oh. My. God. YOU. I...I...what? did I have a brain? IT MELTED WHEN I MET THIS SECTION.
The next day Joe's singing you set me on fire instead, flashing a knowing smirk Nick's way,
Hah. I hope you're prepared for excessive quotage. THAT IS HOW I OPERATE, BB. And this is just so Joe. It's amazing.
Nick was too exhausted to complain and fell asleep, and when he woke up Joe had both earbuds in and a kind of weirdly intense look on his face.
Hah, I WISH YOU COULD SEE ME. I made flappy hands. Like seriously. My hands started flapping EVERYWHERE. Because I was imagining this and it was so beautiful and so them and so...*flappy hands* This whole SECTION and the way it made my heart FEEL. It was almost too much.
It's dangerous to go too far with it anyway, to let yourself imagine a world where things happen that just can't in reality.
YOU ARE MAYBE ACTUALLY KILLING ME. It's everything I've ever felt about Nick Jonas's feelings put into beautiful, amazing words. And just...HOW DO YOU WRITE NICK SO WELL? I can never ever write Nick. And you just do it effortlessly.
"We will, Joe."
JEN (btw, I call you Jen now, GET USED TO IT OR TELL ME TO STOP). I WISH I WAS A BETTER REVIEWER. BUT IT'S LIKE YOU MADE ALL OF MY FIC DREAMS COME TRUE. IT REALLY IS. I CAN'T EVEN...WHAT?? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING ALL MY LIFE?
Sometimes he wants to write a song about everything he's feeling and everything he's thinking without having to worry about whether it's completely and totally 'appropriate'.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES! Somehow you put my feelings so much better in a fic. 99% of the time they love everything they're doing. And they LIKE their music, LOVE their music. They DO. They just want more. And not more MONEY or more FAME or more FANS. They want...More music or something. I DON'T KNOW. YOU PUT THE FEELINGS PERFECTLY.
And the KISS. AND JOSEPH BEING TIRED. But not just physically. He's drained. ANd the fact that the kiss wasn't fevered or sexy. It just was. Because they're what each other has.
AND EVERYTHING AFTER THAT. I would quote the whole thing back to you if I could. Because it was PERFECT.
Because Nick Jonas doesn't do things by halves.
YES. And what I love the most about this, THE VERY MOST about this entire fic, is something that I don't often express.
That when you're dealing with Nick and Joe exploring each other sexually, what it sort of comes back to is what do you reap when you sow the oats for your children to be not only sexually repressed but also sexualized as their identity. From the ages of 16 and 13 for Joe and Nick their lives have centered around people WANTING them. At first it was like, 'omg, they're so cuuuuuute!" And now it's...still that, but it's more than that. And they squirt white foam on their fans. And they aren't allowed to go more than a day without having to talk about their virginity. And they're forced to be these perfect unwavering unfailingly GOOD boys.
So...you know. I don't know. I have a lot of feelings about this and in relation to the way they were raised and the confined, insular nature of their formative adolescent years. AND THIS SORT OF PERFECTLY CAPTURED EVERY THOUGHT I'VE EVER HAD ABOUT THAT.
AND I LOVE YOU SO HARD I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN EXPRESS IT RIGHT NOW.