Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.

'Smile Time'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


victor infante - Jul 02, 2003 9:03:08 am PDT #4748 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

No dragging yet.

Oh, good. Because I think I may be a bit past halfway through.


deborah grabien - Jul 02, 2003 9:15:27 am PDT #4749 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Aint no drag nowhere, nohow, contrariwise. (Lewis Carroll moment)


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 02, 2003 9:37:44 am PDT #4750 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

No dragging. Much leaping and dancing with joy over here. (I love this thread; between Plei and Victor, it's given me much joy today.)

Also much nit-picking of typos:

“You didn’t strike me as a dancer” Fred said

comma before speech marks

“Need a new publicist, I guess.,” said Spike.

just the comma.

Hope you don't mind me pointing them out; I'm in editor mode right now. And I know I kick myself over stuff like that if it gets to a place where I can't fix it anymore.


smonster - Jul 02, 2003 9:40:36 am PDT #4751 of 10001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Smonster smiling. Victor write more. t grunts happily

The vampire turned the corner and started gaining speed. As he gained ground on it, the monster ground to a halt. The woman was standing before them.

Slightly confused, don't know if it's just me. This is the female vamp, right? Or the woman Spike was trying to save?


victor infante - Jul 02, 2003 9:43:55 am PDT #4752 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Smonster and Am, edits noted and made!

Thanks!


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 02, 2003 9:49:33 am PDT #4753 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

You're welcome, Victor. I have so much pendantry, it's kind of a relief to find a place it's actually wanted.


smonster - Jul 02, 2003 9:52:33 am PDT #4754 of 10001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Yeah, ditto that.


esse - Jul 02, 2003 10:13:42 am PDT #4755 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

No drag, just interest.

Does anyone watch/like QAF US? If not, would ya'll mind if I posted my lastest attempt at fic in here?


Deena - Jul 02, 2003 10:23:08 am PDT #4756 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

SA, don't watch it, but I like anything you post.

Victor, this is very cool, intriguing, good characterization. I'm on the "no dragging, want more" bandwagon, too.


esse - Jul 02, 2003 10:42:09 am PDT #4757 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Hokay.

Irresistible

This is why you take care of Brian Kinney.

Michael knew he was different, whatever the hell that meant, by the time he was twelve. He didn't have many friends--it was the same old sob story every queer growing up in lower middle class America has, and he doesn't feel the need to beat it to death over and over again. He's over it. Really. But Michael never had friends when he was a kid. His mom was his best friend, and as annoying and embarrassing as that was, he loved her all the more.

But then fourteen came and he discovered the wonders of his dick, and then came Brian Kinney. Brian was flashy and unpredictable. Everyone at school thought he was the coolest shit ever but no one really knew what he was like. He'd do anything though, and just give that cocky grin when the teachers reamed him out.

Michael still doesn't know why Brian picked him out of every one else, everyone cooler and smarter and hotter, but he was sitting on the stadium steps one afternoon reading Scorpius issue forty-one when Brian came up behind him and scared the shit out of him, then asked him if he wanted to go for a ride in his dad's hotwired car.

He said yes, and never looked back.

For five years, Michael's gotten high, drunk, and fucked with Brian in the foreground, and he's picked Brian up every time he fell down. In return Brian's let him see through the impenetrable Kinney shield so that he knows who Brian is, more than anyone else in the world. He was there the night Brian's dad kicked him out of the house after finding pot in his room, and he dragged him from the bars on Liberty Avenue in the middle of the night after sneaking out of his house.

He's seen Brian drunk, naked, scared, crying, invincible, stoned, fucked, fucking, cocky, childish, breaking down, and dying of laughter. Brian stayed over at his house nearly as much as Michael did, and Michael's mom just snorted and put another plate on the table.

Brian took Michael out the night he got his first blowjob, and was there when Michael freaked out about having another man's come on his hand. Michael wiped Brian's mouth and petted his head after one of a hundred nights of binging, and made conversation with Brian's mom while Brian grabbed his shit to cut out for awhile.

Brian's hand was the first one other than Michael's own to touch his dick, and Michael sang Brian to sleep every night one week when nightmares were terrorizing him so badly even he couldn't shrug it off.

For Michael, it's not that he doesn't see how Brian treats him most of the time. He does--he's not stupid. But he can never stop taking care of Brian because he's seen Brian at every point in his life when he needed to be taken care of, and Michael loves being that person. Loves Brian Kinney, and knows that Brian loves him because Michael takes care of him. Even if Brian will never be *in love* with Michael, it's still worth it. It's all worth it.

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