Queer as Folk - That Thing Called Love
Title: That Thing Called Love
Prompt: “I love you, if I could stop I would” (Sons of Anarchy) / The Many Different Kinds of Love
Bonus? --
Word Count: 200
Rating: all ages
Original/Fandom: Queer as Folk
Pairings (if any): Brian/Justin (implied)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): --
Summary: the many different kinds of love
That Thing Called Love
You love Mike. Always have, always will. You love him because he's been the first friend you made when you moved here, because he's been your best friend ever since. You love him because he knows you, and he still wants to be your friend.
You love Debbie. Sometimes don't. You love her because she's been more of a mother to you than Joan. You love her because she rips you a new one, then stitches you back up with tuna macaroni casserole and pot.
You love Lindsay. Tried more than just love her but couldn't. You love her because she understands you, let's you be, defends you on occasion. You love her because she believed you to be a good man, good enough at least to be the father of her child.
You love Gus. You are his dad, you are supposed to. You loved him the minute you saw him, held him. You love him because he is your son. You love him because he loves you for no other reason than that you are his dad.
And you love Justin. Tried not to but you do anyway. You do, and you can't even think of a reason.
Prompt: “I love you, if I could stop I would” (Sons of Anarchy) / The Many Different Kinds of Love
Bonus? --
Word Count: 200
Rating: all ages
Original/Fandom: Queer as Folk
Pairings (if any): Brian/Justin (implied)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): --
Summary: the many different kinds of love
That Thing Called Love
You love Mike. Always have, always will. You love him because he's been the first friend you made when you moved here, because he's been your best friend ever since. You love him because he knows you, and he still wants to be your friend.
You love Debbie. Sometimes don't. You love her because she's been more of a mother to you than Joan. You love her because she rips you a new one, then stitches you back up with tuna macaroni casserole and pot.
You love Lindsay. Tried more than just love her but couldn't. You love her because she understands you, let's you be, defends you on occasion. You love her because she believed you to be a good man, good enough at least to be the father of her child.
You love Gus. You are his dad, you are supposed to. You loved him the minute you saw him, held him. You love him because he is your son. You love him because he loves you for no other reason than that you are his dad.
And you love Justin. Tried not to but you do anyway. You do, and you can't even think of a reason.