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scripted_sra) wrote2009-09-14 01:08 am
scripted_sra) wrote2009-09-14 01:08 am
Fake News (FPF) | For Granted | PG-13 | Jon/"Stephen"
Title: For Granted
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"; "Stephen"/other
Summary: Stephen takes everything for granted.
Word Count: 345
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fakenews_fanfic Open Thread.
When you take everything for granted, it isn’t hard to fuck things up.
Jon is looking at him in a way that suggests if he weren’t Jon, he’d have exploded by now. The anger is obvious in his eyes, hurt and betrayal simmering right along with it.
“Who,” he says, not so much a question as a demand, and Stephen hangs his head. Jon’s voice is even, controlled, but even he can tell it isn’t natural.
He shrugs. “Dunno his name,” he says. He never knows their names, after all. That’s the whole point. “Met him in a bar.”
Jon makes a noise but otherwise says nothing. A moment passes before he asks, “Why?” There's a note of desperation to his voice, as if he honestly wants to understand. As if that will make a difference. As if it matters.
This is the question Stephen’s been dreading. Why would he do it? Why would he ruin the best thing to ever happen to him for a night of semi-drunken, subpar sex with a total stranger? Why does he insist on destroying everyone he comes in contact with, until they can do nothing but look at him with those sad, defeated eyes? Charlene, Evie, and now Jon—it’s clearly a pattern. “I don’t know,” he croaks, voice breaking. “God, Jon, I don’t know. What the hell is wrong with me?”
Jon looks at him again, studying his face, and Stephen forces himself not to look away. “Get out,” he says at last, and Stephen doesn’t bother trying not to cry.
“Jon—”
“I said get out,” Jon repeats, tone that same eerie calm, but this time supported by an edge of steel. “I can’t talk to you right now.”
Stephen swallows and nods, standing up. His heart breaks a tiny bit with every step he takes, and by the time he reaches the door he’s sure it’s been shattered.
Sparing one last glance back at Jon, he opens the door and leaves. I’m sorry, he thinks, but he’s not sure if it’ll be enough this time.
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"; "Stephen"/other
Summary: Stephen takes everything for granted.
Word Count: 345
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.When you take everything for granted, it isn’t hard to fuck things up.
Jon is looking at him in a way that suggests if he weren’t Jon, he’d have exploded by now. The anger is obvious in his eyes, hurt and betrayal simmering right along with it.
“Who,” he says, not so much a question as a demand, and Stephen hangs his head. Jon’s voice is even, controlled, but even he can tell it isn’t natural.
He shrugs. “Dunno his name,” he says. He never knows their names, after all. That’s the whole point. “Met him in a bar.”
Jon makes a noise but otherwise says nothing. A moment passes before he asks, “Why?” There's a note of desperation to his voice, as if he honestly wants to understand. As if that will make a difference. As if it matters.
This is the question Stephen’s been dreading. Why would he do it? Why would he ruin the best thing to ever happen to him for a night of semi-drunken, subpar sex with a total stranger? Why does he insist on destroying everyone he comes in contact with, until they can do nothing but look at him with those sad, defeated eyes? Charlene, Evie, and now Jon—it’s clearly a pattern. “I don’t know,” he croaks, voice breaking. “God, Jon, I don’t know. What the hell is wrong with me?”
Jon looks at him again, studying his face, and Stephen forces himself not to look away. “Get out,” he says at last, and Stephen doesn’t bother trying not to cry.
“Jon—”
“I said get out,” Jon repeats, tone that same eerie calm, but this time supported by an edge of steel. “I can’t talk to you right now.”
Stephen swallows and nods, standing up. His heart breaks a tiny bit with every step he takes, and by the time he reaches the door he’s sure it’s been shattered.
Sparing one last glance back at Jon, he opens the door and leaves. I’m sorry, he thinks, but he’s not sure if it’ll be enough this time.
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As before, this ficlet hurts. But in the good way.
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So I'm still trying to write Brian/George/Jon/"Stephen" for the 9/20 Project and basically it's going to be that Stephen goes to Brian for rough sex, George to be seduced, and Jon for tender, loving sex. It made me think of this ficlet.
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Thanks!