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fandomweekly2019-06-01 09:29 pm
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[#016] Plot Negotiations (FAKE)
Theme Prompt: #016 – Fourth Wall
Title: Plot Negotiations
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: No.
Word Count: 986
Summary: Dee and the writer have a difference of opinion regarding the direction the story is taking.
After a long day at work Ryo thought it would be good to just kick back and relax for the evening. He hadn’t made so much as the mildest of objections to Dee assuming he was invited to dinner, and wasn’t even insisting on cooking for the two of them; he’d readily agreed to his partner’s suggestion that they pick up takeout on the way back to his apartment.
Both men were worn out from a rough working week that was barely halfway through. Their two days off in the middle of the following week were still a long way off and the rest of their week looked to be just as exhausting as the three days that had already passed. A night off from doing anything was exactly what they needed to recharge their batteries.
Working through what for most people would be the weekend was never fun and Ryo was thankful they only drew that duty once a month. He was also glad he’d decided to let Bikky go away with Carol and her aunt for a couple of days; they wouldn’t be back until late Sunday so he didn’t have the boy to worry about.
Letting himself and Dee into the apartment, Ryo took his coat and shoes off then made straight for the kitchen to fetch plates and put coffee on, while Dee headed into the lounge with their food, putting the bag on the coffee table while he turned on the TV.
Flopping onto the sofa, remote in hand, Dee began to flick through the channels, looking for something to watch.
“Wait a minute; you don’t seriously want us to just sit around watchin’ TV all evenin’, do ya?”
The writer paused her typing and frowned at Dee. “Well, yes, that’s the general idea.”
“You have got to be kiddin’ me!”
“Um, no. What’s wrong with a cosy evening in front of the TV? I don’t know what you’re complaining about; you can watch a football game.”
“It’s not football season.” Dee scowled mutinously at the writer.
“It could be if I…”
Dee didn’t give the writer a chance to finish. “But it’s not, and you know it!”
“Fine, basketball then. I know you love your basketball.”
“Ain’t basketball season either. What country d’you live in?”
“England, not that it’s any of your business.”
“Figures if you don’t know when basketball season is.”
“How about ice hockey then, or baseball? There’s got to be some kind of sport on, hasn’t there? And don’t look at me like I’m stupid or something!”
“Then don’t talk stupid! Better yet, don’t talk at all; just get on with the writin’. None of this watchin’ TV stuff though; I want some action!”
“Action? I thought you’d be glad to kick back and relax for once, especially after everything I’ve put you two through recently. I got you electrocuted if you recall, and shot, and poor Ryo’s had a fractured wrist and broken toes, not to mention that one really bad day…”
“Not the chasin’ bad guys kind of action! You know what I’m talkin’ about, so don’t play dumb.”
“Dee, this is supposed to be a G-rated fic!”
“So what? You can change the rating can’t ya? Bump this baby right up to NC-17; wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Yes, and as I recall every single time I’ve had to do that it’s been your fault!”
“What can I say? I’m a man; I have my needs, and right now I need to…”
The writer cut Dee off quickly, before he could say too much. “Shhhh would you? This community has a ‘no explicit content’ rule! Do you want to get me kicked out?”
“Can’t you post this someplace else? Ah come on, you know you want to! Hell, I know I want to!”
“And what about Ryo? What if he just wants to relax, watch TV, or read a good book?”
Dee smirked wickedly. “Betcha I could change his mind; wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that either.”
“Dee Laytner, you are an incorrigible horndog!”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Some days it is. As for posting somewhere else, that’s not happening. I started this piece for a particular challenge at a particular community and…”
“Yeah, yeah, no explicit content; I get it. So don’t write explicit, just fade to black; I can take it from there.”
“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“It’s a talent.”
“It’s a nuisance, and so are you.”
“So do I win?”
“How about if I promise to write a sequel?”
Dee thought for a moment. “I guess I could work with that.”
Ryo entered the lounge and set a tray on the coffee table. “Dee? Is everything okay?”
“What?” Dee turned to his lover, confused.
“I could hear you muttering while I was in the kitchen, I thought you must be on the phone.”
“Oh, no, nothin’ like that, babe; I was just thinkin’ aloud.”
“What about?” Ryo sat down and passed Dee a plate and cutlery before reaching for the takeaway bag.
“Wonderin’ what to do this evenin’; doesn’t look like there’s anything all that good on TV.”
“Well, we could watch a DVD instead.”
“We could do that, sure, but I was thinkin’ more along the lines of gettin’ an early night. You’ve been kinda tense the last few days, but I bet I could relax ya.” Dee winked.
“Oh. OH!” Ryo blushed as he realised what Dee was talking about.
“The House Ape’s not here, we’ve got the place to ourselves…”
“Hm, well… Is it okay with you if we eat first?”
Dee grinned. “Probably best we do; we’re gonna need the energy.” He started to load his plate. “Thanks, guess this means I owe ya one,” he murmured.
“Don’t think I won’t collect,” the writer assured him.
“What was that, Dee?”
“Nothin’, babe, nothin’ at all. Let’s eat!”
The End
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Glad it gave you something to chuckle over. Dee would be so proud... Not sure I should tell him, it might go to his head ;)
Thank you!
(I actually have another idea that I might try to write for the challenge, a Doctor Who piece).
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Thank you!