Porn Gods, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

The good news is I've started writing again. The bad news is what I've started writing. At the moment everything I'm touching is turning into an epic, and as people who've known me for a while know, I don't tend to finish epics.

There's the Young Avengers mpreg o' DOOM which had me researching the reproductive systems of lizards. Poor Teddy, will Billy still love you with an ovipositer?

There's the Young Avengers/Supernatural crossover which was supposed to be a quick and dirty Billy/Teddy with a dash of Dean, but is now threatening to become a series with the Yellow-Eyed Demon and Mephisto as the big bads.

And, then there's the Billy/Teddy roleplay that was also supposed to be quick and dirty, but has morphed into an angsty outerspace AU. I hate outerspace AUs.

Dammit. Billy and Teddy are eating my brain (oh, hey, zombie fic!), and they want meaningful plots, and they're cute little gay boys, so I want to give them plots. But, I also want to give them porn. Hot!porn. Schmoopy!porn. Basically anything-that-doesn't-threaten-to-go-over-ten-pages!porn. Is that so wrong, brain? Is it? *sigh*