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scripted_sra) wrote2009-09-14 12:26 am
Fake News (FPF) | Needlessly Unhappy | PG | Jon/"Stephen"
Title: Needlessly Unhappy
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Summary: After the election, Stephen is very unhappy.
Word Count: 350
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A/N: Originally written for a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fakenews_fanfic Open Thread.
"Leave me alone, Jon!"
Those words had been yelled at him several times throughout the night.
Jon sighed at the sight of Stephen seated at the desk, his face buried in his arms. He’d long since lost his composure; the crying had waned sometime around one, but the evidence of it was still present. His jacket was slung haphazardly over his chair; his usually-shellacked hair was mussed and out of place; his tie was loosened around his neck, buttons on his shirt were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up. Every so often he'd let out a very dejected sounding hiccup.
But now it was almost two-thirty in the morning, and Jon wanted to go home. "Stephen," Jon said. "I know you're upset, but this isn't the end of the world."
Stephen lifted his head finally to glare at Jon. "Of course, you're happy. Your elitist socialist terrorist secret Muslim finally won! Whoohoo, the country's ruined!"
"That's it," Jon said. "Get up. Now." His voice was firm, and Stephen frowned as he stood. "We're going home."
"This isn't fair!" Stephen whined. "Why—"
"It's perfectly fair," Jon interrupted. "And you know it."
Stephen crossed his arms. "I don't like this."
"Now you know how most of the country felt for the last few years," Jon said. He'd run out of sympathy several hours ago. "Let's go."
Stephen sighed as he grabbed his jacket. He gave Jon a sideways look. "Will you at least take my mind off of it when we get home?"
Jon couldn’t help it; he laughed. At Stephen’s affronted look, he walked over and wrapped his hand around his tie, tugging him down so he could kiss him deeply. "If you behave," he said. "No more whining."
"Fine," Stephen said, looking so much the like the proverbial kicked puppy that Jon felt the need to throw him a bone.
"Look at the bright side, Stephen," he said. "With the Democrats in power, my show will be able to make fun of them a lot more."
Stephen actually smiled a little at that, and Jon kissed him again.
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Summary: After the election, Stephen is very unhappy.
Word Count: 350
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for a
fakenews_fanfic Open Thread."Leave me alone, Jon!"
Those words had been yelled at him several times throughout the night.
Jon sighed at the sight of Stephen seated at the desk, his face buried in his arms. He’d long since lost his composure; the crying had waned sometime around one, but the evidence of it was still present. His jacket was slung haphazardly over his chair; his usually-shellacked hair was mussed and out of place; his tie was loosened around his neck, buttons on his shirt were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up. Every so often he'd let out a very dejected sounding hiccup.
But now it was almost two-thirty in the morning, and Jon wanted to go home. "Stephen," Jon said. "I know you're upset, but this isn't the end of the world."
Stephen lifted his head finally to glare at Jon. "Of course, you're happy. Your elitist socialist terrorist secret Muslim finally won! Whoohoo, the country's ruined!"
"That's it," Jon said. "Get up. Now." His voice was firm, and Stephen frowned as he stood. "We're going home."
"This isn't fair!" Stephen whined. "Why—"
"It's perfectly fair," Jon interrupted. "And you know it."
Stephen crossed his arms. "I don't like this."
"Now you know how most of the country felt for the last few years," Jon said. He'd run out of sympathy several hours ago. "Let's go."
Stephen sighed as he grabbed his jacket. He gave Jon a sideways look. "Will you at least take my mind off of it when we get home?"
Jon couldn’t help it; he laughed. At Stephen’s affronted look, he walked over and wrapped his hand around his tie, tugging him down so he could kiss him deeply. "If you behave," he said. "No more whining."
"Fine," Stephen said, looking so much the like the proverbial kicked puppy that Jon felt the need to throw him a bone.
"Look at the bright side, Stephen," he said. "With the Democrats in power, my show will be able to make fun of them a lot more."
Stephen actually smiled a little at that, and Jon kissed him again.