Another Domesticity fic. This one was a bit unwieldy so Josselin was kind enough to read it through and offer suggestions. And words. All much appreciated!
The fighting was painful. So painful, in fact, that I had to go and read it twice, because "hurts so good" has really become my mantra in this fandom. This:
"Fuck you. FUCK. YOU! You wanna erase what happened to me but you can't! Not ever! Do you hear me? Not ever!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Brian screamed.
"It happened!" Justin yelled back, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck you! It happened! It happened! It happened!"
How like Justin to want to imprint that on Brian's brain. And so very Brian to want to ignore it, to think that it can go away just by telling Justin to shut up.
My favorite fics are the 'moments in time' ones like this. I don't follow long series and I certainly don't write them. I'll read the longer fics with more than one chapter if I can sense an ending, but I much prefer one-shots like this. Thanks!
I'm with you! The show gives us these huge emotional moments (well, it tries to, anyway), but I crave the smaller, quieter moments that we rarely see with Justin and Brian, unless it's four or five seconds of post-coital panting!
I want to see them being "regular" every once in awhile!
I'm sitting in stunned awe.viola69February 15 2004, 16:14:53 UTC
This is wonderful- love the fight over their divergent approaches to post-bashing life, loved their bantering at the club and over Justin becoming a 'kept boy', loved the ending. Just in speechless awe over this one.
Brian bowed his head, momentarily embarrassed by the raw emotion he saw. Sometimes he was ashamed at how numbly he moved through life, especially in the face of Justin's openness. Wonderful exploitation of Brian. That's him around Justin, constantly.
Brian discarded his shirt on the floor and stalked over to the hot tub. He jumped over the ledge, prompting a surprised shout from Justin. "Your pants are dry clean only!" he said.
"Fuck 'em," Brian growled. He grabbed the back of Justin's head with one large hand and shoved their faces together, devouring Justin's mouth as though he hadn't tasted it in months. Oh. Hot. Mm. I love this trip to New York.
Brian wouldn't bet on it, one way or the other. Isn't that Brian around Justin always, again? I don't think he knows what to do with Justin or himself sometimes. It's like he wakes up in the morning and thinks "How the fuck did this happen?!"
It's like he wakes up in the morning and thinks "How the fuck did this happen?!"
I have a thing for Befuddled!Brian. You can just picture him waking up some mornings and there's art supplies all over his strangely cluttered loft and Captain Crunch on the kitchen counter and Justin's shoes by the front door and he can't quite understand how it all happened!
I love that whole image of him!
Thank you for the kind comments! Glad you liked the piece!
That is entirely Brian. He is so bemused about Justin, it's not even funny. Okay, it's funny. Very funny. Bordering hysterical most of the time. I digress. That's why I love Brian. Because I can mold him into that image in the back of my mind.
Thanks for writing the piece for me to comment on! Keep up the great work.
It wasn't enough that Myrna and Josselin fic killed me separately, you had to team up and destroy me. I love you. You bitches.
And I love the fic. It was like schmoop schmoop banter, schmoop schmoop banter, horrible angst that breaks my soul, schmooop banter schmoop. Beautiful.
I like your Brian and Justin better than Cowlip's Brian and Justin.
Joss continues being annoyingjosselinFebruary 15 2004, 21:15:51 UTC
Sheer volume alone dictated that even if it was the same percentage of fuck-worthy guys as back home, the probability of reaching out and landing a hot one was far greater.
Mathematically, this is tricky. If you're talking about one attempt then if the percentage is the same, the probability will be the same, always. But if you mean that since you can makes tons more attempts your odds can be improved, then it works. I don't think it's quite clear in the fic, based on the fact that I've spent the past ten minutes considering this question.
Can you tell yet that I think way too much about these things? It's a disease.
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"Fuck you. FUCK. YOU! You wanna erase what happened to me but you can't! Not ever! Do you hear me? Not ever!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Brian screamed.
"It happened!" Justin yelled back, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck you! It happened! It happened! It happened!"
How like Justin to want to imprint that on Brian's brain. And so very Brian to want to ignore it, to think that it can go away just by telling Justin to shut up.
My favorite fics are the 'moments in time' ones like this. I don't follow long series and I certainly don't write them. I'll read the longer fics with more than one chapter if I can sense an ending, but I much prefer one-shots like this. Thanks!
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I'm with you! The show gives us these huge emotional moments (well, it tries to, anyway), but I crave the smaller, quieter moments that we rarely see with Justin and Brian, unless it's four or five seconds of post-coital panting!
I want to see them being "regular" every once in awhile!
Thanks for the comments about the story!
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Wonderful exploitation of Brian. That's him around Justin, constantly.
Brian discarded his shirt on the floor and stalked over to the hot tub. He jumped over the ledge, prompting a surprised shout from Justin. "Your pants are dry clean only!" he said.
"Fuck 'em," Brian growled. He grabbed the back of Justin's head with one large hand and shoved their faces together, devouring Justin's mouth as though he hadn't tasted it in months.
Oh. Hot. Mm. I love this trip to New York.
Brian wouldn't bet on it, one way or the other.
Isn't that Brian around Justin always, again? I don't think he knows what to do with Justin or himself sometimes. It's like he wakes up in the morning and thinks "How the fuck did this happen?!"
Brilliant, as always. Terrific job <3.
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I have a thing for Befuddled!Brian. You can just picture him waking up some mornings and there's art supplies all over his strangely cluttered loft and Captain Crunch on the kitchen counter and Justin's shoes by the front door and he can't quite understand how it all happened!
I love that whole image of him!
Thank you for the kind comments! Glad you liked the piece!
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Thanks for writing the piece for me to comment on! Keep up the great work.
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He's so befuddled (great word!) at how the hell Justin showed up.
But equally as befuddled when he's not around.
And not CLUE as to how any of it happened (the coming, the going, the coming back.)
I love it.
This is brilliant.
This is... this might be my new favorite Myrna peice. Josselin and you are a force to be reckoned with!
please [ma'am] can I have some more?
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It wasn't enough that Myrna and Josselin fic killed me separately, you had to team up and destroy me. I love you. You bitches.
And I love the fic. It was like schmoop schmoop banter, schmoop schmoop banter, horrible angst that breaks my soul, schmooop banter schmoop. Beautiful.
I like your Brian and Justin better than Cowlip's Brian and Justin.
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I like your Brian and Justin better than Cowlip's Brian and Justin.
I just said that to Josselin not 10 mintues before your comment came through!
Cowlip bought the paint, the paper and the brushes, but that's all the credit I'll give them. Maybe they drew an outline or two, but that's it!
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I meant to point this out earlier but I missed it, somehow! You need ending punctuation there. :/
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I can never really *stop* nitpicking. Is Justin supposed to be really confused there, or should it be "are you"?
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Thanks!
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Mathematically, this is tricky. If you're talking about one attempt then if the percentage is the same, the probability will be the same, always. But if you mean that since you can makes tons more attempts your odds can be improved, then it works. I don't think it's quite clear in the fic, based on the fact that I've spent the past ten minutes considering this question.
Can you tell yet that I think way too much about these things? It's a disease.
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