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[fifteendozentimes]

I am going to try to make myself get work done by using the promise of writing commentfic every time I take a break as a motivator. You don't want to be responsible for me not getting any work done, do you?

Music Is My Boyfriend Meme!

There are 557 songs on the prompt playlist. Pick a number and give me a fandom/pairing, and I write you a little ficlet with the song as the prompt.

Finished
Ryan/Jon - If My Heart Was A House
Max/Jon - Damn You Look Good And I'm Drunk (Scandalous)
Ryan/Spencer - Amanda
Spencer/Nicole - A Hard Day's Night
Brendon/Nicole/Spencer - That Green Gentleman

Comments

[la_dissonance]

I'm a little confused about how this works!

Um... 502, Max/Jon :D?

[fifteendozentimes]

lol it's pretty straightforward - the number corresponds to a song (in this case corresponds hilariously) and i write songfic for the pairing

[la_dissonance]

I meant w/r/t motivation, but that was mostly me just possessing poor reading comprehension skills. Also that is a damn long playlist o_O

[fifteendozentimes]

ohhhh, lol

i work for 45 minutes and then write a commentfic. Usually I reward myself for my 45 minutes with Tumblr, but that distracts me too easily

[fifteendozentimes]

Damn You Look Good And I’m Drunk (Scandalous) - Cobra Starship

but damn you look good and i'm drunk
now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe i would
so hard to be good, it's so hard to be good

*

Max is only half-surprised when it turns out the person stumbling down the basement stairs turns out to be Jon; he takes a second to hope Jon came through the garage and didn’t wake Max’s parents up, another second to wonder if this is what high school was like for people who cared about stuff other than music, and by the time he gets ProTools shut down and spins his chair around, Jon’s sprawled on the sofa.

“It’s three in the morning, dude.”

“And you’re awake,” Jon says, like that’s an explanation for why he’s here instead of his own place, which is in walking distance of a handful of bars. He better as fuck have taken a taxi.

“You’re drunk.”

“Yup,” Jon says. “Extremely drunk. My face is a little numb.”

“Why’re you here? You know my rule about working sober.”

“Don’t wanna work,” Jon says, sits up a little. “Come sit.”

Max sighs and makes a mental note to try and find some straightedge friends, but he gets up and shoves Jon’s legs off the couch so he has room to sit. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Ryan called. Mine, not yours. And we didn’t - I don’t even give a shit anymore, I don’t give a fuck, it was just. Like, at some point we have to run out of shit to fight about, right, or I would have at least kept the sex an option. And apparently the bars won’t stay open later just because I don’t wanna go home.”

Max doesn’t say anything; he has an uncomfortable feeling anything that came out of his mouth right now would be unforgivably cheesy, and also probably break Tom’s rule about messing with Jon. Jon looks so miserable, though, the way he looked all the time when he first came back to Chicago after he broke up with Ross and lost another band. Max keeps his mouth shut and pats Jon’s knee instead.

“He accused me of stealing some of his stuff. I didn’t steal shit. I burned some stuff, sure, but if he wanted it he shouldn’t have left it at my place.”

“You built a fire,” Max says, “one with a purpose.”

For as drunk as he is, Jon moves fast; Max has barely registered him sitting up when Jon’s lips are on his in a frantic kiss. And Max shouldn’t, for so many reasons, for all Tom’s reasons and all of his and the fact that Jon’s stupidly drunk and only kissing him because he’s fucked up and lonely.

Max kisses back, and the gratified noise that gets him is going to be what Max thinks of all day tomorrow when Jon won’t look at him and Tom -

“Tom,” Jon mumbles against Max’s lips, “Tom said I shouldn’t.”

Max sits back a little, rolls his eyes when Jon whines and tries to keep kissing him. “Shouldn’t what?”

“He told me not to fuck you up,” Jon says, pushing against the hand Max is using to keep him far enough back they can talk. “Because I’m such a - I suck so much at relationships. And you don’t deserve that. He’s right, I think, but - “

“He’s a fucking idiot,” Max says, but he doesn’t let Jon kiss him again just yet. If Tom talked to Jon about this, he must - maybe he only talked to Jon after he talked to Max, after Max asked his advice, except Tom wouldn’t do that, if there’s anything Max is sure of right now it’s that Tom wouldn’t tell Jon that secret. So Jon must have brought it up, so Jon isn’t just doing this because he’s drunk. “You - you need to sleep. And drink some water.”

“Probably,” Jon says, but keeps trying to lean in. Max pushes so he flops onto his back, too drunk to catch himself, and he pouts.

“Later,” Max says, promises. “Tomorrow, we can - we’ll talk, and shit. We need to talk. And yell at Tom, probably.”

“Tom’s an asshole,” Jon says; Max isn’t sure he even knows what he’s talking about. At least he’s cute like this, sloppy-drunk and agreeable. Max is a little bit fucked over Jon, maybe.

“Yes. And we’ll tell him that after you’ve slept this off.”

Jon whines again when Max gets up to get him a glass of water, but by the time Max gets back downstairs with water and aspirin, Jon’s snoring. Max puts the water and pills on the coffee table, drags the blanket from the back of the couch over Jon, and absolutely does not kiss Jon’s forehead.

[la_dissonance]

ALL OF THE FEELINGS. ALL OF THEM. Way to fail at best friend duties, Tom. But ugh I love this so much. !!!!!!! /incoherent flailing

[fifteendozentimes]

He was trying not to fail! He just underestimated how willing and able Max was to deal with how shitty Jon can be.

And :D :D :D someday i will write the whole fic in this 'verse

[la_dissonance]

Obviously I meant inadvertent fail, it's not like he would ever set out to undermine their love if he knew how ~serious~ it was. Also omg yes please, there needs to be so much more of this in the world :DDDDDDD

[fifteendozentimes]

he gave jon the "no one's good enough for max" talk and max the "no one's good enough for jon" talk and never stopped to consider the logical outcome

[la_dissonance]

*headshake*

Oh tomrad, what are we going to do with you?

[psuedo-catalyst.livejournal.com]

This is my favorite part of an already wonderful morning--I love it madly, Tom and his meddling and Jon setting a fire with a purpose, and Max's everything, but then, I always love Max's everything, he may be edging his way up into my pantheon of very-few-band-boys-who-I-love-even-more-than-all-the-other-ones-I-love.