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What was your favorite hookup in disaster and why?
BEST QUESTION EVER OMG
okay i've been hoarding this one and pondering. i really don't know if i can pick one. disaster went from 10 chapters to 20 way too fast bc these assholes just couldn't stop fucking. hence, a zillion chapters in a row of just smut.
spoilers under the cut bc i know some folks were waiting until it was complete to read <3
my favorite hookup scene is chapter 11...nick grabbing his ring and that spurring them both on, talking about marks, taylor coming back to wake nick up while he's still on the phone...delicious. that chapter is for the sluts. i love it so much.
my favorite smut might be the austin hotel room in chapter 15... i loved writing the flipped dynamic and the desperation between these two that they're feeling for different reasons was so fun to write and i just love how it came out.
(special shout out to the plane and dressing room scenes in chapter 9 bc i love boys being whores and taylor asking 'has anyone ever fucked you as good as me? in chapter 12 after turning nick into desperate begging mess 😏😈)
#disaster#ask me anything#ask grace#ask me about disaster!#or any of my wips#or anything at all <3#lostcol#thank youuuuuuuu this was a lovely ask
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @lostcol and @madsworld15 thank you friends!
How many works do you have on ao3? 49
What's your total ao3 word count? 505,173
What fandoms do you write for? Currently Queer As Folk. In the past I've also written for CMBYN and CMBYN RPF.
Top five fics by kudos:
tied to a night they never met (CMBYN RPF)
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules (CMBYN RPF)
Flo's Shows (CMBYN RPF)
you're like a tattoo (something I can't undo) (QAF)
'cause all I'll ever by is your dirty computer (CMBYN RPF)
Do you respond to comments? I do. Especially because I write for a smaller fandom, most of the commenters are my friends.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ya girl wrote MCD so that's pretty angsty: love is so short (forgetting is so long) (QAF)
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my recent fics have happy endings (usually at a party, call it my signature move). I'll link carried me with you (QAF) because people said the ending made them cry (in a happy way). And it's not at a party!
Do you get hate on fics? Not hate but some people were unhappy with I crossed all the lines (linked above) because I left the couple non-monogamous and I got negative comments in the bookmark of my series Exposure (QAF) because it is similar to a friend's series (never mind me mentioning her by name in my author's notes and having her blessing and encouragement to write the series) and because it has an open ending (not with regards to the couple but with regards mental health stuff... which is realistic)
Do you write smut? Yes. I enjoy reading it so I figure I should write what I enjoy. One of the drawbacks of writing in a small fandom where so many of my readers are friends is that I do sometimes hold back on the smutty filth I would write because I can literally picture my readers' faces and that's a bit uncomfortable.
Craziest crossover: I'm writing a QAF / RPDR crossover fic right now ("writing" in the very loosest definition of the word).
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.
Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I would love that. What an honor.
Have you ever co-written a fic before? Er. Yes. I wrote [redacted] with [redacted] but then [redacted] happened and yada yada yada my name isn't on that fic anymore. I'm not anti-co-writing. But, I would need to know my co-writer much better in advance if I were to agree to it again in the future.
All time favorite ship? Brian/Justin aka Britin from QAF. I also LOVE reading Aziraphale/Crowley from GO but haven't really written for them (one drabble and one ficlet).
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I've Loved Her in Secret, I've Loved Her Out Loud WILL GET FINISHED (manifesting) soooo not that. And there's a CMBYN RPF fic that is unfinished and will remain that way and I'm okay with that (ie I don't want to finish it)
What are your writing strengths? FEELINGS. My bread and butter.
What are your writing weaknesses? I think I'm getting better at dialogue, I used to really struggle with it. So I'm going to say... plot? That's such a weird thing to say, but I am shit at doing complex plots.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language? If it makes sense, do it! Or even words in another language - I know I often slip Italian and Yiddish into conversation here and there if the other language captures a certain je ne sais quoi that english doesn't. (see what I did there?)
First fandom you wrote in? Ya girl was writing Lois/Clark | Superman fic (het fic? by this queer? more likely than you think!) for Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman in the 90s on yahoo listservs.
Favorite fic you've written? I'm very proud of you're like a tattoo (linked above). I'm also proud of beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies some post-canon, modern setting, exes-to-lovers, soft QAF goodness. And I'm also ridiculously happy with Chasing Dragons which is a fanfic of a fanfic but I think stands alone. I feel like I captured the way one of my all-time favorite fic writers writes my all-time favorite characters and I made her ridiculously happy with it and yeah.
I'm no pressure tagging: @sheisraging @bartbarthelme and anyone else who wants to!
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I really want to ask you something about Shane calling himself stupid and having low (intellegence-related) self esteem, and Alex telling him to stop that and he's not stupid, but I can't think of an actual question, so?? Tell us about this!
Alex doesn't want to hear anyone ever be mean to themself. The world is already a harsh place for most so he hates when people make it harder for themselves.
He builds them up, he takes care of them, he treats them with kindness. Everything his mother ever taught him.
Alexander Gabriel Claremont Diaz is nothing if not a nurturer.
sleepover weekend | Ask
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WIP Wednesday (2.28.2024)
Why do I feel like every time I turn around it's Wednesday or Sunday?? Guys, I can't keep up with the tumbling, but I'm trying 😂
Thank you thank you for the continued tags @eusuntgratie @getmehighonmagic @bigassbowlingballhead @winderlylandchime 😘😘
(And thank you for the last line tag @eusuntgratie 🥰)
Nolan held Travis's arms above his head, his big hand wrapped around Travis's wrists where they rested on the pillow, sinking in when Nolan pressed down lightly. He ran his hand slowly down Travis's side on the way to his waistband, brushing over the soft skin stretched over his ribs and making him shiver. Travis huffed a breath across his face, his eyes flicking to Nolan's, then away, and then back again.
"Hey," Nolan said softly, bringing his hand back up to tilt Travis's face toward him. He swiped his thumb across Travis's cheekbone, and made the kind of eye contact that would make him want to crawl out of his skin with anyone else.
Posting this without even rereading it so apologies if it's a mess 😎
Open tag! <3
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WIP Wednesday, April 10th 2024
Thanks for the early tags @suseagull04 @duchessdepolignaca03 @onthewaytosomewhere ♥
TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! ♥ My last year in my twenties... Pray for me that I won't spotaneously get wrinkles now that 30 is so close?
Anyway, for my birthday, I decided you get cowboy Alex and Henry!
From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:
They’re not the only ones who chose an early morning ride, and their group stops frequently when their tour guide points out views and spots they otherwise would have missed by concentrating on keeping their horses in line. It’s clear that Alex has some experience in riding horses as well, because he steers his horse to the side easily and waits until Henry catches up with him, before he turns to send him a boyish grin.
“This was a really good idea,” he says, bending forward to pet his horse’s neck. “I haven’t ridden in so long, I forgot how much I love it.”
Henry laughs softly, watching Alex squirm happily in his saddle. “How come?”
Alex shrugs. “Not much opportunity for it in New York,” he explains. “I grew up in Austin, though. My grandfather used to own a ranch and June and I would go every weekend to help him clean out the stables and lunge the horses.”
It isn’t hard to picture a young Alex working himself into a sweat in the stables and out in the fields. Henry hopes they’ll have enough time for Alex to share more childhood memories with him, before he has to leave. He wants to know everything about the man; wants to be able to play out his stories behind closed eyelids when all he has left is the memory of Alex, forever engraved in his mind.
“Tell me more?” Henry suggests when their group starts moving again, and Alex does. By the end of the ride, all Henry can do is kiss him, their cowboy hats knocking together.
Gently nudging @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @heysweetheart-writes @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @matherines @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @priincebutt @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @i-am-freyja @itsmaybitheway @saturntheday @ships-to-sail @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517 @ninzied @porcelainmortal ♥
#headabovethewater#wip: take me back to san francisco#ao3#fanfic#ao3 author#red white and royal blue#rwrb#fanfic authors#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#fandom#fanfiction#red white and royal blue fic#red white and royal blue fanfiction#red white and royal blue movie#red white and royal blue fanfic#rwrb fanfiction#rwrb fic#rwrb henry#rwrb alex#rwrb book#rwrb film#firstprince fanfic#firstprince fanfiction#firstprince fic#firstprince#first prince#my fic#current wip#wip wednesday
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Six/Seven/Some Sentences Sunday, March 24, 2024
Well, hell. May as well schedule this for midnight because who knows what my actual Sunday holds.
Thanks for the tags @getmehighonmagic, @priincebutt, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags.
Once again, some sentences from my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, (The Only Truth) Everything Comes Back to You:
Henry wakes to the bright morning sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the window, blinking a few times before clamping his lids shut again and turning onto his other side, reaching his hand out when he feels the other side of the bed shift. His mind expects to meet Alex's smooth skin, warmed from the sheets and sun, but instead his fingers meet soft fur and Henry opens his eyes again to find Alex gone, with David having made himself comfortable in the empty space.
Henry releases a long sigh, though he's more numb to the disappointment that wants to take root in his chest. It's not the first Saturday he's woken up to an empty bed. Knows it won't be the last. He takes a moment and allows himself to listen for signs Alex is home, but the brownstone is quiet and still, save for the sounds of David stretching beside him.
There's always an open tag, so if you take it please tag me. Also sending gentle, no pressure tags to: @anincompletelist @kiwiana-writes @sparklepocalypse @inexplicablymine @cactusdragon517 @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @affectionatelyrs @heysweetheart-writes @cricketnationrise @faketrex @littlemisskittentoes @onthewaytosomewhere @onward--upward @itsmaybitheway @lizzie-bennetdarcy @cha-melodius @captainjunglegym @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @gayrootvegetable and @lostcol (I'm sure I've probably forgotten some folks that I normally tag, so definitely take the open tag)
#six sentence sunday#wip: (the only truth) everything comes back to you#a royally big bang#my writing#ao3 author#rwrb#rwrb fanfic#firstprince#firstprince fanfic#red white & royal blue#first prince#alex claremont-diaz#henry fox mountchristen-windsor#henry hanover stuart fox#henry fox#alex x henry#otp: on our own terms
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I Am Still Right Here Chapter 2 Part 2 (Brian x Justin, QAF, Support Group AU)
I have uploaded all of Chapter 1 on AO3. And you can find Part 1 of Chapter 2 here.
As always, I wouldn't be here today writing for the QAF fandom if it weren't for the support of @winderlylandchime @maryp50 and @lostcol
Two Days Later
Brian sat on the edge of his bed. The doctors had decided that he could go home, provided he rested in bed for the next two days, possibly three. Brian knew he needed to address the elephant in the room at Kinnetik sooner or later, but for the first time since his diagnosis, he actually felt compelled to do what the doctors said.
Emmett came flitting into the room with sunglasses perched on his face and a sweater half off his shoulders. Brian grinned and shook his head. Something about how bright and sunny his best friend was gave Brian hope that he’d actually be okay.
“So, I borrowed your Jeep to bring you home in. Hope you don’t mind.” Emmett wiggled his eyebrows.
“And to think most people in the family think you can’t drive.” Brian laughed. Then he stood up and slowly strode across the room.
“Shh. Let that be our little secret.” Emmett wrapped his arm around Brian’s shoulder, “Now, let's get you home.”
Brian walked with Emmett’s arm around his shoulder in silence for a few feet. They made it all the way to the nurses’ station before Brian spoke up.
“Actually, could you take me by the Bloom Gallery first?”
Emmett gave him an inquisitive look. “Missing Lindsay?”
“No, that’s where Justin works.” Brian shrugged but gave Emmett a pointed look.
“And he didn’t come by to see you yesterday, so you want to check on him.” Emmett gave a nod and directed his friend to the elevator without another word.
Brian appreciated that beyond words. If he’d been with Michael, he never would’ve asked because Michael would then pepper him with questions until Brian couldn’t stand it any longer and snapped at him. In the end, they would both wind up irritated with each other, and Brian would be begging for death to just take him. Emmett was always the friend who would hear what Brian was saying or see what he was doing and never question or judge him.
Emmett drove him over to the Bloom Gallery without a sound. Once they pulled up on the street, he turned to Brian. That’s how he knew Emmett wanted to say a few things. So, Brian let out his breath in a huff and turned to make eye contact with his friend.
“I just want to give you a bit of a heads up.” Emmett bit the side of his lip, his eyes flitting about nervously. “There’s a reason Justin didn’t come by the hospital yesterday.”
“I figured he gets nervous in hospitals.” Brian shrugged.
“Not exactly.” Emmett started. He then waved his hands animatedly. “Not that he probably doesn’t have a fear of hospitals, but this time it was all Michael.”
“Fuck!” Brian exclaimed. “What did he do now?”
“Let’s just say he was extremely rude and territorial once he found out that Justin was there to see you. He basically called him a stalker. Justin left right after so I’m not sure where his head is at.” Emmett gave Brian a sympathetic look. He then reached out and placed his hand on Brian’s shoulder.
“I’m going to kill Mikey.” Brian hissed. Then he gave Emmett a reassuring smile before climbing out of the Jeep.
Emmett followed suit soon after. The two friends walked up the block in silence. Brian couldn’t stop thinking about how Michael’s words to Justin could seriously hinder the progress the blond had made toward trusting himself and others. It didn’t make sense why Michael would still act this way about Brian when he’d been in a committed relationship with the professor for almost two years now.
“Honestly, I will never understand Michael’s jealousy. He has a hunk of a man at home, and yet, a little blond cutie in your life sends him over the edge.” Emmett remarked as if he could read Brian’s thoughts.
Brian smirked, “It’s a mystery.”
The two walked into the gallery smiling at one another, in a great mood. Brian actually felt better than he had in days, still tired but no longer feeling like his own body was trying to kill him. They were so wrapped up in their own conversation that they didn’t notice Gus until he had launched himself at Brian’s legs.
“DADDY!” Gus exclaimed, wrapping his little arms around as much of Brian’s legs as he could.
At 3 years old, the kid was almost a spitting image of Brian himself. With his mischievous eyes and brunette hair, Gus constantly gave his moms a run for their money. While Brian constantly told people he’d much rather keep to his “uncredited guest appearances” in Gus’ life, anyone with eyes could see the sun rose and set on that child. Brian went out of his way to be sure Gus never knew the disappointment of a father like Brian had.
“Hey, Sonny Boy!” Brian gingerly leaned over and scooped the kid up into his arms.
“Gus, I told you no running in the gallery.” An exasperated voice carried over the open space as Lindsay approached, looking put out. “Brian!” Her face lit up the moment she saw him.
“Hey, Wendy.” Brian leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Debbie called and told me you were in the hospital. Is everything okay?” Lindsay’s eyes roamed the length of Brian’s body, just to be sure.
“I’m fine. I just got a bit dehydrated is all. Couldn’t keep anything down.” Brian scratched his nose, “But the doctor put me on an anti-nausea medicine that he said should help. So, who knows.”
“But, the cancer?” Lindsay whispered, covering up Gus’ ears. The kid was too busy clinging to Brian to notice anyway.
“It hasn’t spread if that’s what you mean.” Brian shrugged. He then surreptitiously looked around for a place to sit. He found a bench near one of the gallery walls nearby and moved toward it.
“That’s good to hear.” Lindsay gave a huge sigh of relief, following Brian and her son. “So, what brings you here? You never visit me at work.”
Brian remained silent, choosing to focus on Gus instead. He ran his hand along the top of Gus’ hair and thought about how much he loved his son. Something about his innocence and wide-eyed wonder about the world made Brian grateful he chose to help Lindsay and Melanie out all those years ago. He sniffed, trying to keep the tears at bay. Then with a kiss to Gus’ head, he looked up to address Lindsay’s question.
“I, umm, actually didn’t come by to see you. I was looking for Justin.” Brian glanced around.
“Justin? Blond, early twenties, quiet, loner?” Lindsay looked befuddled, “You are looking for him?”
Brian didn’t have the energy to fight off Lindsay’s jealousy or resentment. So, instead, he set her straight.
“Did I stutter?” Brian fixed her with his signature, no-bullshit stare.
“No, I just didn’t figure you’d even know he existed. It’s not like he’s a party boy.” Lindsay made reference to Brian’s proclivity for spending nights dancing at Babylon while high on drugs.
“And? Is he here or not?” Brian sighed.
“Let me go find him. He’s probably in the back, painting.” Lindsay sighed and rolled her eyes.
Brian smirked and then turned his attention back to his son. “Mommy doesn’t seem to like Justin. But she doesn’t know how funny he can be. I bet Mommy is jealous of his talent.”
“I’m not jealous, Brian.” Lindsay returned with an exasperated tone. She then grabbed Gus from him, “Jesus. Why must you always be an asshole.”
Gus cried and reached for Brian, who stood up and took him back into his arms. “I’m not being any more of an asshole to you as you are being to me. Look in a mirror, Linds; your green eyes are glowing.”
“Hey, Lindsay, what did you need?” Justin’s voice proceeded him. Brian smiled the minute he saw the blond appear.
“Hey,” Brian replied just above a whisper.
Justin glanced at Brian and gave a shy smile. “You’re out of the hospital.”
“I am. I thought I’d come by and see if you wanted to have a coffee with me.” Brian hugged Gus a bit tighter to himself as a human shield from Justin’s possible rejection.
Instead of answering Brian right away, Justin locked eyes on Emmett. “Em! It’s great to see you.”
Emmett laughed, pulled Justin into a hug, and kissed him on the cheek. “Of course, baby. I missed you too.”
“More like Brian dragged you with him.” Justin laughed.
“Guilty.” Emmett winked at Brian.
“Justin.” Brian cut in, enjoying that his friend and the guy he liked (What?! Okay gonna have to unpack that thought later) were getting along.
Justin looked at him.
“Coffee?” Brian asked again. This time, he gave Justin an earnest look.
“Oh, right. Well, that depends on Lindsay. She’s my boss.”
“Lindsay, can I take Justin for a few minutes? I promise to have him back before he turns into a pumpkin.” Brian put his tongue into his cheek and gave Lindsay his best soft eyes. They always worked on her.
“Half hour, that is it. We have to get the displays ready for the gala tonight.” Lindsay gave Justin a fixed look, and he nodded in understanding.
“Now, Bri, give me back my kid and get out of here.” She chuckled to show she wasn’t being petty, but Brian saw right through it. Lindsay was marking her territory against a perceived threat despite not needing to.
“Sonny Boy, do you wanna go get a muffin with Daddy?” Brian pulled Gus around so that his legs were around his waist and his face was level with Brian’s.
Gus cackled with delight and screamed, “YES!”
“Don’t worry, Mommy. We will be back before you know it.” Brian addressed Lindsay.
“Brian.” She warned.
“Linds, it's been ages since I’ve seen him. Please, just let me have this.”
“Fine. But, Brian. I swear. Half-hour. No more.” Lindsay’s look was stern but loving. He knew he’d won her over.
Brian smiled back at her and then left the gallery with Emmett and Justin in tow.
The group made their way down the block. Brian desperately wanted to talk to Justin, but Gus kept demanding his attention.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Gus shook Brian out of his reverie, watching Justin walk ahead of him, chatting with Emmett.
“What, Gus?” Brian turned to his son with a smile.
“Can I’s have a bwobewwy muffin?” Gus gave him a toothy grin, his eyes alight with excitement.
“Sure, you can have anything you want. What about a chocolate milk?” Brian grinned and gave Gus a conspiratorial look.
“Mommy and Mama don’t like when I drink chocowite milk.” Gus gave Brian the most serious look the man had ever seen, which caused him to laugh out loud.
“Well, Daddy says you can. So what do you say, share a chocolate milk with me?” Gus nodded in response. Brian gave him a kiss on his cheek.
Brian tuned back to the pair ahead of them just in time to see Justin stop, dead in his tracks, at the sight of a street performer. Brian picked up his pace a bit in order to be there for Justin. He walked up just in time to hear the street performer address the blond.
“Hey, Justin. It’s been a while. How are you?” The young man, who had wavy black locks and dark bedroom eyes, reached out to touch Justin, who jumped backward, running into Brian.
“I’m –” Justin stumbled. Brian couldn’t see the young man’s face, but he could tell from the tension in Justin’s body, which was still leaning against him, that he wasn’t okay.
“I’m Brian. And you are?” Brian decided to save Justin from having to speak.
“Ethan Gold. Justin is my boyfriend.” Ethan gave Brian a winning smile that harbored jealousy underneath.
“Ex,” Justin mumbled. Brian tucked his lips between his teeth and smiled.
“Ohhh, Ian. So you’re the guy who saw Justin getting bashed and ran away. Did you even call the cops? Or did you just leave him lying there?” Brian left no doubt about his feelings for Justin’s shitty ex-boyfriend.
“Ethan.” The performer gritted between his teeth. “And I apologized to Justin months ago. He understood.”
“Something tells me he didn’t.” Brian shrugged. Then, he shifted Gus back to his hip once more, squeezed Justin’s shoulder, and directed the group to walk past the musician and into the coffee shop.
Once they were sat down at a table, Justin seemed to relax. He still only fiddled with his iced coffee, but Brian wasn’t as concerned because the kid’s features had definitely eased up. Something about seeing his ex, really rattled Justin to his core. Brian knew some of the story, but he felt as though there was more Justin wasn’t saying.
Emmett gracefully swooped into the last remaining chair at their table. He held his signature Macchiato in his hand, and a smile lit up his face.
“Brian, could you lend me your phone for a moment?” Emmett put his hand out to receive the device.
“Why?” Brian squinted at his best friend before turning to Gus, who delicately ate each blueberry out of his muffin.
“Because I asked for it.” Emmett shrugged, “And you owe me for making sure Justin knew you were in the hospital and for dragging your ass home.”
“So, because you’re a good friend I have to surrender my phone?” Brian smirked, already pulling the device out of his pocket.
“Yes!” Emmett tittered. He then took Brian’s phone and pushed a few buttons before handing it to Justin. “Here, baby. Put your number in.”
Justin looked from Emmett to Brian. The latter just shrugged in acceptance. So, he took the device and put his number into it. Then, he handed it back to Emmett, a question on his lips.
“What was that for?”
“You two need to be able to contact each other. I’m done being a go-between.” Emmett replied as he typed on Brian’s phone a bit more before handing it back to Brian.
Just then, Justin’s phone went off in his pocket.
“Now, you both have each other’s numbers. Use them!” Emmett gave his friends a stern look. Then he took a dramatic drink from his coffee cup.
Justin grinned at his lap and shook his head. This wasn’t exactly how he’d expected his day to go, but he wasn’t upset by it.
“Now that’s out of the way, I need the word.” Emmett placed his hands under his chin, leaned on them to get closer to Justin, and gave the blond a meaningful look. “What was all that?”
Justin bit his lip and looked at Brian. Brian wished he could save Justin from talking about it, but Emmett was relentless when it came to gossip. Brian shook his head to indicate Justin would have to reveal the story whether he wanted to or not.
“Ethan is my ex. Seven months ago, we were standing outside the small concert hall downtown after he’d performed in a prestigious competition. We were making out when two assholes came along and started giving us shit. At first, it was just slurs and nasty comments.” Justin took a deep breath and sipped his coffee.
“Then Ethan pulled away from me completely and shrunk back in fear of these guys. But I wasn’t afraid. I simply told them to fuck off. Well, that’s when they decided to attack me. And one of them must’ve had a bat because next thing I know I wake up in the hospital three days later and the doctors tell me I have brain damage.” Justin bit his lip. Brian reached out and grabbed his hand in solidarity.
“I don’t remember much of it. What I just told you is from what others told me happened.”
“And Ethan?” Emmett’s voice was small and filled with compassion and sympathy.
“This is the first time I’ve seen him since that night.” Justin finally admitted. The confession made Brian’s blood boil.
“What kind of boyfriend doesn’t even come to the hospital to check on you after witnessing you getting beat up?” Emmett asked incredulously.
“The kind who was offered a tour contract the next day as long as he pretended to be straight.” Justin shrugged. “Or at least that’s what Daphne told me.”
“Fuck.” Brian let out under his breath.
“FUCK!” Gus said a little bit louder.
The three adults looked at each other, then at Gus, and laughed. What else could they do? The subject of their current conversation was depressing enough. Funny child outbursts were necessary at a time like this.
“How come you never told me you had a kid?” Justin finally came down from laughing.
Brian shrugged, “At what point would it have come up?”
“That’s completely fair.” Justin agreed, sipping his coffee once more. “Though, when I mentioned that I worked for the Bloom Gallery, you could’ve told me you knew Lindsay Peterson-Marcus.”
Brian smirked and nodded, “You’re right. I could’ve.” He then looked at Gus again and ran his hand over his head, “But if I’m being dead honest, I really enjoyed having a part of my life, the cancer part, be separate from the drama of my family life.”
“I get that,” Justin responded, watching Brian watch Gus. “Sometimes, you need a break from it all. It’s nice to have someone who isn’t part of your history so you can focus on your future.”
Brian nodded and met Justin’s gaze. The two of them stared into the other’s eyes, unblinking, until Gus accidentally spilled his milk, breaking the moment.
Ten minutes later, the group had returned to the Bloom Gallery. Gus wiggled out of Brian’s arms and ran back to his Mommy. Emmett made an excuse to go back to the Jeep, blowing a kiss toward Lindsay and Gus. Before he left, Emmett wrapped Justin up in a hug and told him to take care.
Brian bit his lip, and an awkward silence fell between the two men. Brian wanted to ask Justin about the kiss that had occurred in his hospital room, but he wasn’t sure Justin wanted to. He cleared his throat. Justin met his gaze.
“I should get back to work.” Justin’s voice was barely audible.
Then, without thinking about it or even checking to see if Justin would approve, Brian leaned forward and placed his lips on Justin’s. For a beat and a half, Justin tensed up, but then his mouth relaxed, and he reciprocated the kiss. Justin brought his hand up to cup the back of Brian’s head, and their kiss deepened. It was like nothing Brian had ever experienced before. Sure, he had kissed more men than he could count, but none of them had made his heart beat this fast or caused the world to fade away. Something about Justin’s kiss made Brian feel like the world was right again.
#queer as folk#brian kinney#justin taylor#fanfiction#brian x justin#alternate universe#support group au#current wip
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Word find tag!
Tagged by @lostcol (thank youuuuu)
My words are: metal, grip, flex, cold, count
I legit found a WIP I have no recollection of starting, so that's fun:
I've got nothing for metal or, surprisingly, flex, but grip shows up a whole bunch. What a useful word. All of these are very, very unedited.
Word: Grip
He pulls away and Alex follows him, chasing his lips and pulling him back in. And Henry is so, so weak. Lets himself be kissed and kissed and tries to push the thoughts out of his mind, but they won’t stop coming. Finally he reaches up and tugs Alex’s hands away from his hair. Grips his shoulders and gently forces him to sit back even as Alex is murmuring Don’t don’t don’t and reaching out for him again.
Word: Cold
Alex is clutching at his own hair, eyes wildly darting around the room. Looking anywhere but at Henry. Henry, who didn’t want this. Didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Hurting Alex was never part of the plan. He was just supposed to be giving himself some kind of safety barrier, not pushing Alex out into the cold. His heart aches in his chest as he reaches out, unsteady hands gently circling Alex’s wrists, tugging his fingers away from his hair.
Word: Count
“You know, this kitchen is way too nice to be so empty.” Alex grins at him over his shoulder. “And salt and pepper do not count as spices, so we’re going to have to remedy this situation before—” he frowns at Henry’s obviously confused state. “You okay? I’m just teasing — I mean, I’m not, really, but it’s also not that serious.”
Tagging: @bartbarthelme @kaaaaaaarf @winderlylandchime @thefairylights @prouvaireafterdark and anyone else who feels like doing it.
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People You’d Like to Get to Know Better
tagged by @skinnyscottishbloke 💜
3 Ships
Britin (Brian/Justin, QAF US 2000)
Ineffable Spouses (Aziraphale/Crowley, Good Omens)
FirstPrince (Alex/Henry, RWRB)
First Ship
Ya girl was writing Lois/Clark fics on Yahoo listservs back in the late 1900s
Last Song
Love Story (TV)
Currently Reading
Just finished
Melt You Down Into The Stars (Just You and I) (Good Omens)
Current WIPs
Ricochet by @naromoreau (Good Omens)
There’s Beauty When It’s Bleak @madsworld15 (QAF)
Starting doing a sensitivity read of Alter Ego (forthcoming sequel to Secret Identity by Alex Segura) (actual book)
Last Film
Cassandro
Currently Craving
Just finished an excellent snack plate so only water. Oooh and maybe something sweet.
no pressure tagging: @ad-astra13 @kiranerysed @lostcol @eusuntgratie @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @maryp50 @sophsun1 @petitmonde @bigassbowlingballhead (and uh, hi, if you’re not following my side blog it’s me @winderlylandchime ) also anyone else who sees this and wants to play! tag me so I can see your answers
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do u have any good qaf fic recs that takes place after the show ended. either bri going to nyc to see justin, or justin coming home
Hey anon!
These are some of my most favourite fics to read for britin in this qaf universe, I have tagged one story but please check out their story archive to see what else they've written. Some are continuing on from canon and some become AU. All these wonderfully talented writers capture their voices so, so well and for me it feels very realistic and true to how their story would continue. So I wish you well on your reading endeavour and make sure to give these amazing people lots of love in their comments because fic writing and all writing in general is such an art form and definitely not something I could do!
I would also suggest checking out the writers bookmarks where you can find other stories and fellow writers they love so you discover new stuff that way also.
I'm actually so behind in reading myself as I'm usually too busy giffing them I haven't had time to catch up, so I will be flooding their comments as soon as I can. I will tag some of the writers that I know are here on tumblr and if anyone else has any recs or wants to plug their own stories please do!
@ivysunna
@winderlylandchime
@lostcol
https://archiveofourown.org/users/orphan_account/pseuds/orphan_account
#britin#queer as folk#soph asks#bless all fic writers#you do the lords work#qaf fic rec#britin fanfiction
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first celebrity, outfit, quote, and aesthetic pic on pinterest is your vibe✨
Thank you for tagging me @saraminia 💙
Tagging @noahreids @winderlylandchime @lostcol @k-pepp @alinelovelace @ohyoufool @cricketnationrise @swearphil @roguebebe @books-books-smolderinglooks @substantialdistractions
#alright I vibe with this#tag game#pinterest#I'm not entirely sure what an aesthetic pic is#I just really liked the one with the duck#it reminds me of the stuffed duck one of my younger bro had when we were kids#that is now my niece's stuffed duck#anyways
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MORE ABOUT HUNTING GUIDE AU (you must realize I'm always going to ask about this one 😘)
And also tzp watches the m&g trailer please and thank you 🙏💚
i gave pretty much all i've got for tzp watches the m&g trailer here
hunting guide au is a tknp fic inspired by my husband and daughter and encouraged into wip-status by you and @puckingfabulous <3
lots of snippets in my #hunting guide au tag
tk is a dad who promised his young daughter he'd take her on a big hunting trip. pat is the first guide tk finds who is actually enthusiastic about working with a young girl. tk's fucked from the jump because pat is pretty and sweet to his girl. pat's toast for tk's rough charm, his arms, and the fact that he's an incredible dad.
Here's Pat's first email to TK:
Absolutely. I’ve taken kids as young as four or five, but we don’t get many girls that’s awesome. What are you thinking? Whitetail? Moose? Bear? Do you have any interest in birds? I’ve done the most whitetail hunts with young kids but it really depends on their interest and level of experience.
I've spent a fair amount of time looking at Manitoba's fish and wildlife regs for this one :)
ask me anything: wip edition (or about anything that's fine too)
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Six Sentence Sunday 18 February 2024
tagged by @lostcol @getmehighonmagic tysm friends! is it possible to write an entire multi-chapter fic six sentences per week at a time? asking for a friend.
She’s the last queen to perform that night and so far Brian has been more fascinated by watching the emotions play across Emmett’s face as each queen performs her lip sync. He gasps and his hand flutters to his chest and he remarks on the costumes and the choreography in hushed tones usually reserved for royal and papal audiences.
Finally, the queen Emmett is most excited about is announced and Emmett squeals at a register that makes Brian feel young - he’s certain it’s high enough that only dogs and young folks can hear.
Son Shine shimmies onto the stage as the first notes of the song begin. She is wearing a silky blue dress that slides through her hands like water as she trails finger tips along her padded curves. Her glossy pink mouth breaks into a grin as she winks at the audience.
no pressure tagging: @eusuntgratie @sheisraging @bartbarthelme @madsworld15 @thissugarcane @kiranerysed and anyone else who has words to share and/or needs a bit of peer pressure (in which case this transforms into a high pressure tag) to write
#sunday six#queer as folk#qaf fanfiction#my fanfiction#untitled drag queen au#lostcol#getmehighonmagic
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Headcanon time. At what point do Henry and Alex stop using condoms, and what goes into that decision?
I think after alex storms kensington. At that point they know they're never going to be with anyone else, and haven't been. They trade parts of them and give themselves to each other fully.
sleepover weekend | Ask
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LAST CHAPTER. FINALLY!!!
Chapters: 19/19
Fandom: Queer as Folk (US)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor (Queer as Folk)
Characters: Brian Kinney (Queer as Folk), Justin Taylor (Queer as Folk), Todd (Queer as Folk), Daphne Chanders, Emmett Honeycutt, Michael Novotny, Ted Schmidt, Debbie Novotny, Cynthia (Queer as Folk), Ben Bruckner, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus Peterson-Marcus
Additional Tags: What-If, Season/Series 03, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick Character, Love, Smut, Fluff, Seizures, Epilepsy, POV First Person, POV Brian Kinney (Queer as Folk), Some Humor, Nightmares, i say 'medical emergency' but i promise it's nothing too dramatic, Panic Attacks, Canon Divergent, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, I'm pretty sure it's lighter than the tags make it sound
Summary:
What if, a few weeks after Justin left Ethan, Justin had a medical emergency at Babylon and Brian happened to be there?
#queer as folk#fic#last chapter#lostcol#ao3#brian x justin#s3#getting back together post-ethan#medical emergencies#disability#angst#fluff#smut#humor#hurt/comfort
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Sentences Sunday, April 7th 2024
Hi, I'm back from the dead. Missed me? Lol. I'm so sorry I've been slacking, I haven't been in a great space, mentally, but I'm gonna try to tag along again!
Thanks for the tags @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @itsmaybitheway ♥
From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:
Sitting on top of the hill at one end of the Golden Gate Bridge, the sun going down over the horizon and stars slowly appearing above them, Henry doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, nor will he ever be again. The ice cream sandwiches Alex had picked up - a big scoop of madagascar bourbon vanilla bean flavoured ice cream between two thick sea salt chocolate chip cookies - are soft and sweet, and when Henry takes a bite, it practically melts on his tongue.
“Bloody hell,” he moans, savouring the taste.
“Hmm,” Alex agrees with a nod, a scrunch of pure delight between his brows. He licks the fingers of his right hand clean and reaches into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two plastic flutes. “Better make it worth your time.” He grins and puts his ice cream sandwich down in the container it came in to open the bottle and pour them both a glass.
“Alex,” Henry whispers, his chest expanding, “you’re worth it, regardless.”
The words mean so much, more than he dares to express, and Alex seems to feel it too, because his eyes tear up behind his glasses when he says, “So are you, baby.”
No pressure tagging @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @heysweetheart-writes @firenati0n @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @matherines @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @priincebutt @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @i-am-freyja @saturntheday @ships-to-sail @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517 @ninzied @porcelainmortal ♥
#headabovethewater#wip: take me back to san francisco#ao3#fanfic#ao3 author#red white and royal blue#rwrb#fanfic authors#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#fandom#fanfiction#red white and royal blue movie#red white and royal blue fanfic#red white and royal blue fic#rwrb movie#rwrb alex#rwrb henry#rwrb book#rwrb fic#rwrb fanfic#firstprince fanfic#firstprince fanfiction#first prince#firstprince#alex/henry#henry x alex#love at first sight au#soulmates au#several sentence sunday
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