Fic: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
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inkisrunningTitle: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 (towards the end)
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.
Part 1
"Fuck. shit, what happened, Ryan?"
Ryan came through the door with his arms around himself. He was dripping with blood, swollen, and bent over. And, oh yeah, his shirt was missing, and his pants might as well have been missing; the button gone, the zip undone. Dark pubic hair peeked through the opening. "I got robbed," Ryan said as he met Jon's eyes.
"We got to get you to the hospital," Jon said as he reached his side.
Ryan waved the older man off. "'Mm fine. Just--I need a shower, a hot shower," Ryan gritted out as he limped towards the bathroom.
Jon knew that Ryan wouldn't change his mind so he dropped the suggestion. "I'll um get some bandages."
"And some pain killers, I'm kinda in pain."
"No shit."
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imstillryanross "Dead on-est"
@imstillryanross but you aren't dead (wish you were, j/k?) or honest. lol you suckkkk, go back to panic!!!!
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TBC
A/N: yeah, that's not ryan's real twitter UN, i'm changing it because i can. and, also, don't hate me for writing this =p
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 (towards the end)
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.
Part 1
"Fuck. shit, what happened, Ryan?"
Ryan came through the door with his arms around himself. He was dripping with blood, swollen, and bent over. And, oh yeah, his shirt was missing, and his pants might as well have been missing; the button gone, the zip undone. Dark pubic hair peeked through the opening. "I got robbed," Ryan said as he met Jon's eyes.
"We got to get you to the hospital," Jon said as he reached his side.
Ryan waved the older man off. "'Mm fine. Just--I need a shower, a hot shower," Ryan gritted out as he limped towards the bathroom.
Jon knew that Ryan wouldn't change his mind so he dropped the suggestion. "I'll um get some bandages."
"And some pain killers, I'm kinda in pain."
"No shit."
=========================
imstillryanross "Dead on-est"
@imstillryanross but you aren't dead (wish you were, j/k?) or honest. lol you suckkkk, go back to panic!!!!
=========================
TBC
A/N: yeah, that's not ryan's real twitter UN, i'm changing it because i can. and, also, don't hate me for writing this =p
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