When I was reading fic in the Spangel fandom, her story, Bent Justice completely OWNED me while she was writing it. Now that I'm out of the fandom, I noticed she started writing another Spangel WIP and all I can say is I wish I were still reading that OTP. I'm sure it's awesome!
Have a happy birthday gal! You deserve it!!! *smooches and birthday spankings*
Other news, I have not abandoned my WIP. I am working on chapter 5 as we speak. The problem was, when I was sick, I was REALLY out of it and I didn't want to post anything lame. So never fear. I am working on it. I WILL get it beta'd (I don't trust myself right now) and it'll be long...ish.
I wrote something for the icon challenge for the qaf_challenge community. The challenge was to write a fic based on the icon, BUT NOT THE SCENE IT WAS TAKEN FROM. So I chose this icon:
And here's the story. It's okay. It's nothing great but I'll post it here anyway. It's introspection. I had picked a different icon in the beginning and the story that I wrote for it was waaaayyy too crack...ish so I decided to go with traditional:
Title: What People Say
Timeline: Early Season 1
Summary: Brian reflects on people's views on love. Brian's POV.
Author's Notes: beta'd by the wonderful shadownyc
You found most of the people you had surrounded yourself with while growing up had the same theory, even though they expressed it in a different way.
Your mother always told you that there was no such thing as love at first sight. There was lust at first sight, but never love. Lust was the tool of the devil and only the strong of faith in the 'good' war could overcome the evil of tempting flesh.
You could understand that, being that you knew all too well about the lure of tempting flesh on first sight.
You always figured you weren't such a good soldier in God's war, as it were.
Your father always said that there was no such thing as love at first sight and that most people that thought that it was possible were full of shit.
Of course, your father didn't stop at his beliefs in love at first sight but believed that love itself didn't exist at all in this world. Only shrewish women who trapped you like a prize stag in the wild and spent the rest of their days sucking your life force out of you slowly, day by day.
Usually with a straw, he would add.
You remember the words of your coach that fateful day so long ago who said people who fall into the trap of 'love at first sight' should take a second look. Or better yet, a third and fourth. You remember how he waxed poetic as you were on your knees sucking him off, about love not existing in the world you both inhabited. You remember the words as he repeated them over and over again at each session. Love was for breeders. Love was a safety net boys and girls used to lull them into a safe sense of calm as they realized they would be with the same person forever and ever.
You wince as you realize how you've repeated the words at least once a day, almost religiously.
And as you lay Justin down on the bed, the only male to date who has seen your bed twice, the only male to date you find yourself unwilling to just 'let go,' the only male to date who's also managed to touch something deep within and although you'll never admit it to a living soul, you know it to be true.
And you look into the deep blue eyes, reflected back by the blue lights over the bed. Eyes so trusting, still filled with wonder and hope.
Eyes that held that spark of life not seen in any trick's eyes that you've had the pleasure of bedding, you realize one thing.
Your father was correct.
Most people are full of shit.