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qaf_prompts, so you may have seen them already, in which case just ignore kthx.
Prompt: Red
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Justin’s dreams are vivid.
Swirling neon lights reflected on rain-slick sidewalks.
A drop of sweat slowly sliding down Brian’s arm as he hovers thrusting above Justin.
Silver glitter shining in the air at Babylon.
Sometimes it’s the cold feel of the gun in his hand. Sometimes it’s fear so strong he can feel his heart pounding out of his chest. That one usually startles him awake.
And sometimes, it’s knowing that mixing three parts Alzarin Crimson with two parts Phthalo Red Rose and one part Magenta will give him the perfect shade of red he’s been looking for all week.
Title: Synergy
Timeline: A moment from 511
Prompt: Artist!Justin
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I snark about what a dump the place is, of course. But the truth is, it suits him. He looks confident, selecting brushes, mixing colours, deftly applying paint to canvas.
He looks at home here, even if it does look more like a workspace than a home. But he’s an artist after all. It’s not just what he does, it’s who he is.
There are printouts of his work tacked all over the walls; a pair of shoes flung over a ladder. There’s not much more on the bench posing as a kitchen than three bottles of wine and a jar of peanut butter.
I’d walk out the door right now and leave him to all this if I thought that’s what he really wanted. But I know it’s not, because it’s not all I want either.
He’s more than just an artist, and I’m more than just brilliant ad campaigns and a nine-inch cock. And together, we’re fucking great.
So I take a deep breath, pull him to me and prepare to ask the most important question I’ve ever asked.
“Brian, you’re gonna get paint all over yourself.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I smile.
* * *
1. Angst.
Brian paced outside the hospital, smoking nervously.
2. AU
The blond pouring lattes was hot. Justin, his nametag read.
3. Crack!fic
“Aaaahhhh!”
“What the fuck’s wrong?”
“My water broke!”
4. Crossover
Brian was determined to fuck the guy wearing armour. Arthur.
5. First time
On Brian’s first visit, they never leave the hotel.
6. Fluff
Justin rolled over in his sleep, and Brian followed him.
7. Humour
“Which one of you smartasses put my profile on husbandmaterial.com?”
8. Hurt/Comfort
Brian vomited again. Justin waited, and then wiped his forehead.
9. Smut
His mouth is full of my cock, lips stretched obscenely.
10. UST
He licks his lips again and ties off my bracelet.
Title: Fucking
Prompt: Moving
* * *
Fingers grip the sheets.
Thighs flex.
The lights play over his body.
I thrust harder from behind and his arms give out. I yank him back up, fingers twisting through the longer strands at the back of his head. My lips find his neck and I taste him there.
I pull back and watch as a drop of sweat begins to slide slowly down his spine. It rests a moment in the curve of his back, and then descends as my hips begin to snap faster.
I love how he moves against me.
A final thrust and then I still
Title: Home
Timeline: Season 1
Prompt: Debbie
Author’s Notes. Just a tiny Justin POV thing. For![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
dottie_jane. It's not much, but I hope you like it!
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At first, living with Debbie and Vic was… interesting.
Her small house, with its eye-searing wallpaper and alarming collection of tchotckes, was like a slap in the face after the neutral tones and tasteful furniture of his own home. Not that it was his home anymore, his father saw to that.
And while he missed swimming in his pool, he loved sitting at Deb's kitchen table, sharing meals and hearing tales from Vic’s outrageous past in New York.
When he missed his mom, Deb was there to pinch his cheeks (all four of them) and call him Sunshine and assemble the world’s largest sandwich.
And when he watched the easy way Deb and Vic would cuddle on the couch while watching old movies, he vowed to be a better brother and call Molly more often.
Living with Debbie and Vic was great.
qaf_prompts, so you may have seen them already, in which case just ignore kthx.Prompt: Red
* * *
Justin’s dreams are vivid.
Swirling neon lights reflected on rain-slick sidewalks.
A drop of sweat slowly sliding down Brian’s arm as he hovers thrusting above Justin.
Silver glitter shining in the air at Babylon.
Sometimes it’s the cold feel of the gun in his hand. Sometimes it’s fear so strong he can feel his heart pounding out of his chest. That one usually startles him awake.
And sometimes, it’s knowing that mixing three parts Alzarin Crimson with two parts Phthalo Red Rose and one part Magenta will give him the perfect shade of red he’s been looking for all week.
Title: Synergy
Timeline: A moment from 511
Prompt: Artist!Justin
* * *
I snark about what a dump the place is, of course. But the truth is, it suits him. He looks confident, selecting brushes, mixing colours, deftly applying paint to canvas.
He looks at home here, even if it does look more like a workspace than a home. But he’s an artist after all. It’s not just what he does, it’s who he is.
There are printouts of his work tacked all over the walls; a pair of shoes flung over a ladder. There’s not much more on the bench posing as a kitchen than three bottles of wine and a jar of peanut butter.
I’d walk out the door right now and leave him to all this if I thought that’s what he really wanted. But I know it’s not, because it’s not all I want either.
He’s more than just an artist, and I’m more than just brilliant ad campaigns and a nine-inch cock. And together, we’re fucking great.
So I take a deep breath, pull him to me and prepare to ask the most important question I’ve ever asked.
“Brian, you’re gonna get paint all over yourself.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I smile.
* * *
1. Angst.
Brian paced outside the hospital, smoking nervously.
2. AU
The blond pouring lattes was hot. Justin, his nametag read.
3. Crack!fic
“Aaaahhhh!”
“What the fuck’s wrong?”
“My water broke!”
4. Crossover
Brian was determined to fuck the guy wearing armour. Arthur.
5. First time
On Brian’s first visit, they never leave the hotel.
6. Fluff
Justin rolled over in his sleep, and Brian followed him.
7. Humour
“Which one of you smartasses put my profile on husbandmaterial.com?”
8. Hurt/Comfort
Brian vomited again. Justin waited, and then wiped his forehead.
9. Smut
His mouth is full of my cock, lips stretched obscenely.
10. UST
He licks his lips again and ties off my bracelet.
Title: Fucking
Prompt: Moving
* * *
Fingers grip the sheets.
Thighs flex.
The lights play over his body.
I thrust harder from behind and his arms give out. I yank him back up, fingers twisting through the longer strands at the back of his head. My lips find his neck and I taste him there.
I pull back and watch as a drop of sweat begins to slide slowly down his spine. It rests a moment in the curve of his back, and then descends as my hips begin to snap faster.
I love how he moves against me.
A final thrust and then I still
Title: Home
Timeline: Season 1
Prompt: Debbie
Author’s Notes. Just a tiny Justin POV thing. For
dottie_jane. It's not much, but I hope you like it!* * *
At first, living with Debbie and Vic was… interesting.
Her small house, with its eye-searing wallpaper and alarming collection of tchotckes, was like a slap in the face after the neutral tones and tasteful furniture of his own home. Not that it was his home anymore, his father saw to that.
And while he missed swimming in his pool, he loved sitting at Deb's kitchen table, sharing meals and hearing tales from Vic’s outrageous past in New York.
When he missed his mom, Deb was there to pinch his cheeks (all four of them) and call him Sunshine and assemble the world’s largest sandwich.
And when he watched the easy way Deb and Vic would cuddle on the couch while watching old movies, he vowed to be a better brother and call Molly more often.
Living with Debbie and Vic was great.
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