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fifteendozentimes) wrote2011-09-20 10:37 am
fifteendozentimes) wrote2011-09-20 10:37 am
Entry tags:
- au:high school,
- au:normal jobs,
- au:trans*,
- character:brendon urie,
- character:jon walker,
- character:max steger,
- character:mika,
- character:nicole anderson,
- character:ryan ross,
- character:spencer smith,
- character:zack hall,
- commentfic,
- fandom:bandom,
- fandom:disney rpf,
- fandom:music rpf,
- fic meme,
- pairing:brendon/spencer,
- pairing:jon/max,
- pairing:jon/ryan,
- pairing:nicole/spencer,
- pairing:nicole/zack,
- rating:pg,
- rating:pg-13,
- trope:kidfic,
- type:het,
- type:slash
timestamp meme
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll tell you what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
Fic (not!fic, commentfic, etc. are all also fair game: chatfic, commentfic, fic memes)
Fic (not!fic, commentfic, etc. are all also fair game: chatfic, commentfic, fic memes)
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"No," Ryan says, "that's awesome, run away, you know I fucking love when you do that."
Jon sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. "I'm not running away, I'm taking some time to cool off so we can talk about this without yelling."
"Call it whatever the fuck you want, we both know what it is." Ryan slams the bedroom door in Jon's face, and when the lock clicks Jon wonders - not for anywhere near the first time - why the fuck they thought a door that locked from the inside and couldn't be unlocked from the outside was a good idea. It's not like they need any more barriers.
*
There are plenty of seats on the next flight to Chicago; it doesn't leave for, like, five hours, but there are a few decent bars even if Jon can't - or can, but shouldn't - really afford airport-bar drinks. Whatever, one is fine, and after he drains his rum and coke he wanders away to call Tom so he won't be tempted to keep going.
"Yo," Tom says, and then there's a horrible crash, but Tom doesn't hang up so Jon just assumes he tripped over something or fell down some stairs or whatever. It's a Rule of Tom that if he's hurt too bad to talk, he'll hang up, but otherwise you're golden.
"Hey, I'm coming up for a couple days, can I crash on your couch? Ryan and I - well. Whatever. It's a stupid one this time so I'm not even going to bother to tell you about it."
Tom doesn't say anything; Jon rolls his eyes. "I can hear you judging me, bro, even if you don't say it. Stupid on his end, not mine, all I fucking did was say I'm dealing with doctors better and I think I want a hysterectomy, but I kind of want to have a kid first. And he fucking flipped out, like he knows better than I do what I can handle."
There's rustling on the other end. Or a sigh, yeah, that was definitely a sigh, Tom's such a dick. "Okay, yes, fine, this was a big deal last time. But that was an accident, and I was in a weird place, I don't get why he can't fucking trust me this time when we're doing so well. So fucking well that...as soon as we start fighting I do the same thing I did last time. Shit.
"But it's not like he could have known I would do it, he just fucking assumed and started flipping his shit. Or, like, not flipping shit, I guess, but he got all patronizing, all 'are you sure', 'are you sure you're sure', 'I really don't know how good an idea this is, considering', like - okay, whatever, it's totally reasonable for him to be worried, I guess."
Tom still doesn't say anything. Tom's a complete dick sometimes.
"I'm kind of an idiot, aren't I?"
"What?" Tom asks. "Sorry, I dropped my phone under the couch. Go back to when I said 'yo' and start over."
"Actually, you know what? Never mind, I think I figured it out for myself."
"Those words are terrifying coming from you," Tom says, "but okay. Good luck with, uh, whatever, I guess."
*
Ryan's feeding Marley when Jon gets home, and his eyes get huge with surprise when he sees Jon. It's only been two hours since he left, and usually when he runs away it's for days, so that makes sense.
"Uh. Forget something?"
"No," Jon says, and drops his bag. "I, uh, I just - I'm a dick. We can talk about this. We should talk about this."
"I didn't say no," Ryan says, and sets the dog dish down. "I just don't want to say yes for sure yet."
"I get it," Jon says, "I just - it's - I'm sorry. We can talk."
Ryan smiles his wide, dopey, I-am-the-happiest-dude smile; it's totally worth the cost of the plane ticket Jon couldn't get refunded, and the shitty weak airport drink. Hell, it's worth hundreds of them.
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(Anonymous) 2011-09-24 05:14 am (UTC)(link)-bohemeyourself
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Tom dropping his phone under the couch. Jon working all his shit out while Tom's phone was under the couch. POSSIBLY A BABY. Jon and Ryan being the most dysfunctional functional boyfriends AS WELL THEY SHOULD BE <333333
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