#christrev

Suspire

Part III: Recovery 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81602906/chapters/235146186

What fic are you the proudest of?

Have you ever made a playlist for a fic? (Share?)

What is one of your favorite tropes to write?

VERY interested in your answers :)))))

Hi!!

I'd say the fic I'm proudest of has got to be easily distracted, it's the first one I ever posted and the longest one. I honestly never expected it to get the love it did, so thank you all so so much for that!! I'm still working on chapter 6 I promise, the editing process sucks absolute ass but I'm getting through it bit by bit!!

I'm also quite proud of risk assessments, coffees, confessions and realisations. My first (and only so far!!) fanfic inspired by a piece of fanart. Also my first time writing any coming out scenes for either of them, Trevor as trans and Chris as ace. Trans!Trevor and ace!Chris mean so so much to me. I'm not a trans man myself but I am trans, and I'm not explicitly asexual but definitely on the ace spectrum somewhere, so it was surprisingly cathartic for me to write that one. Especially the ace thing, it's so weird to realise that this whole sexual attraction thing isn't a bit that everyone just plays along with, and it's so confusing, and being able to put a name to that feeling is such a relief and I wanted Chris to feel that too. (I could talk abt ace and potentially aro Chris for so so long lmao)

I've never made a playlist for any fic I'm afraid!! I have massive respect for people who do, I kinda wish I could tbh, my brain doesn't really associate music with my own fics? I've gotten into making character playlists (mainly for my own D&D characters though lol) but never for a fic. If anyone has any tips on how to go about making a playlist or has any recommendations, please let me know!!

(Hello it's Nox from twenty minutes later here and I've realised I'm a massive liar. There's one song that always makes me think of the end of chapter 4 of easily distracted, especially in earlier drafts when the Oh no moment happens in bed as Trevor watches Chris with the dim glow of the streetlight outside. The song is called In Cold Light by Vanbur, I listened to it practically on repeat while writing chapter 4 and use it to get inspired whenever I need to keep writing.

Additionally, I've been toying around with a little idea for a songfic to When You Were Young by the Killers, I was listening to it one sunny day and got such a clear image in my head and I've not been able to stop thinking about it.

There's also another WIP that sort of fits the vibe of Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother, but that's quite a while away from being posted (but still thought I'd include it!) Back to original Nox!!)

My favourite trope to write has to be pining!! Especially for christrev, in my head there's so so much pining and being idiots about how they feel about each other. Alternatively if I write sort of established QPR christrev (although we know they'd never call it that) I love me some domestic bliss. Knowing the other better than they know themselves, finishing each other's sentences, supporting the other silently, all that is my absolute SHIT. So basically complete opposite tropes lmao!! But evne in the pining, to me there's an element of them knowing each other so so well, knowing what the other is thinking. OH how could I forget looking after each other's injuries?? I never know what the trope name for that is, I guess the closest thing is whump and hurt/comfort? I love the characters so much, make them suffer, give them pain, and then give them comfort (comfort is the most important part of that!!)

Bigging my beauteous eyeballs at you 👀

I THOUGHT IT SAID BIGGING MY BEAUTEOUS BALLS AT YOU AT FIRST KSJDFDKJFG

Looks like I gotta get my eyeballs checked lmao

Ooooo, this one's kinda a tie between the newest chapter of easily distracted and Actions speak louder than words!! I've been doing some yelling about the characters with @cornleydrama and it's given me inspiration for a good new chapter with the prompt sparkling snowflakes, very excited to get that written!! And also easily distracted because it's been so long....... it's been so so long................. and I need them to make up so I can write more pining 👀 but they have to make up first lol. I've written most of it but it's just the editing that SUCKS so bad, it's still happening though!!

If we're talking about a completely unwritten idea, it may or may not be a potential QPR Christrev marriage fic 👀 but honestly at the moment I'm so normal about them that I'll go to the shops and think "hm how would my good friends Chris and Trevor fit into this situation" so I tend to rotate ideas in my head for ages before writing them out if that makes sense!

Suspire

Part III Recovery: Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81602906/chapters/234244481

In which Trevor behaves like a sensible adult and not like a wounded animal with a stubborn streak a mile wide.

5: I hate this.

14: I wanted to see you.

24: I'm terrified.

25: How long have you been out there?!

I'm a sucker for christrev (fork found in kitchen) but would be thrilled with any pairing/character you want to write! Thanks so much, and happy writing!!

I'VE DONE IT! MUAHAHAHA!

I decided to 1. combine 14 & 25 because my brain exploded with inspiration and 2. let the little drabbles be sort of open-ended, up for interpretation.

5: I hate this.

Trevor groaned dramatically. Chris and his stupid ideas were at it again. The stage manager dragged his feet as he made his way to the dressing rooms.

“Put this on.” Chris shoved a pile of clothes in Trevor’s arms, then darted off.

“Chris, you know I hate this!” Trevor grumbled. Nevertheless, he complied, and went behind the wall of the other section of the room to put the costume on.

Miraculously, everything seemed to fit. It was much more than Trevor would ever normally put on, what with the chaps and vest and bandana and gloves. It was also way more colourful. Although, the light blue button up matched well with the red bandana. Trevor reluctantly shoved the hat on, figuring Chris would bitch about it if he didn’t.

Hearing the click of the dressing room door, Trevor walked out.

“Woah.” Trevor froze in the doorway separating the two sections of the dressing room. Chris had come in with a full fancy ancient Roman outfit on. He looked stunning. Awkward and gangly as usual, yes, but he could have been straight out of a historical reenactment. Even his hair was curled slightly.

Chris clutched the absurdly large helmet at his side a little tighter.

“Surprise?” He shrugged, giving an uneasy smile.

Trevor pulled his hat off slowly.

“Y-you—you look…” he started. “You look…”

Well, Trevor’s crush had come back tenfold. ‘Fuck it.’

14: I wanted to see you. / 25: How long have you been out there?!

The rain had not let up a minute since the early afternoon. Now that it was well into the evening, Trevor resolved to let the rain carry him off to sleep. He’d just throw on a random movie from his collection and pass out on the couch. Was it potentially going to wreck his back? Yeah, but falling asleep to rain and a movie would be worth it.

Just when Trevor had nearly decked out his couch with plenty of pillows and a warm blanket, the buzzer in his flat rang out.

“Shit!” Trevor jumped up. His foot hit the couch, which pushed it an inch. “Argh! Fuck, mate!”

He staggered to the front door and yanked it open.

“Chris?!” Trevor stared agape at his director in front of him.

Said director was soaked head to toe. His usually neat hair lay completely flat, sticking to any purchase of skin allowed.

Without thinking, Trevor pulled Chris inside, bringing him away from the rain that had been angled toward the front door.

“How long have you been out there?!” Trevor inspected Chris over, brows knitting more and more every second. “Shit, Chris, the fuck were you doing? The fuck were you thinking?”

Trevor ran for the linen closet to pull out some towels whilst keeping an eye on his director, who hadn’t yet responded. Only after Trevor had begun wrapping Chris in towels did the man speak.

“I… I don’t know. I wanted to see you.”

“Fuck, Chris. You don’t have to stand in the rain like a fucking movie character ‘fore you come over.” Trevor’s hands worked on autopilot, rubbing one of the towels into Chris’s hair to dry it off.

The director hummed noncommittally.

“I’m making you a cuppa and you’re not going home.”

24: I’m terrified.

“I—I’m terrified. What if something happens to you?” Trevor read out the script monotonously. He squinted at the words on the page, which started swimming this way and that.

Chris sighed from his spot downstage right. Trevor ignored it, his head already throbbing from the harsh spotlight. He quietly groaned in pain.

The director started saying something, but Trevor couldn’t make it out. He assumed Chris had just continued the scene, so Trevor read out the next line.

“I’m not dis—discerned for myself,  ‘cause I can… er… ‘cause I can… ‘fend—fend…”

A voice murmured something. Trevor tried to resume the line.

“Trevor.” Chris was right in front of him now, his voice soft and patient. The director gently pulled the script away. “Trevor. Stop. What’s wrong?”

“No, I can—I can do it.” Trevor tried reaching for the script, but the way Chris pulled it up and shielded the stage manager from the spotlight gave him a welcome reprieve.

Chris turned to instruct someone of something, and the spotlight went out. He led Trevor into the wings and out of the house. “Let me do this for you.” Chris brought Trevor into his office for a well-deserved break. “I’ll bring some tea and medicine. Don’t move.”

someone bring christrev home to me