How did it get to be December already?

[asimplechord]

FYI, end-of-year holidays are pretty much my least favorite holidays (other than Valentine's Day). I hate the pressure of gift-giving, and while I appreciate the time off and love to see family, travel around Xmas and NYE is a hassle, especially when my relatives and in-laws live on opposite sides of the country, and both request our presence.

I need to be poked into the card-writing and gift-giving spirit.

So. Prompt me?

Any fandom I've ever written or plotted in (HP, SPN, SPN RPF, bandom, hockey RPF, Criminal Minds, House, GK) or even ones based on a show I've watched but not written in - see my 2010 summary post for shows I've been following. Fandom, character/pairing, one phrase or up to three words, song, picture, or other inspiration.

Comments

[pjvilar.livejournal.com]

Do you write American Idiot?

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Nothing I've ever posted, but there's a Brad/Tunny fic outlined in my to-be-written file. Whatcha thinkin'?

[pjvilar.livejournal.com]

Ooh. That's interesting. I tend toward Will/Tunny, but other pairings or gen are great, too. There's so little fic; what's out there is pretty high quality (and written by GK writers).

Let me know if I should prompt you.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I find Will/Tunny plausible, but in my head, it's so very messy, emotionally - Tunny still not recovered from the loss of his leg and adjusting to a civilian life he thought he'd left behind, Will reeling from the loss of Heather and the baby, teetering on the edge of alcoholism, clinging to each other and nearly self-destructing before they find a way to right themselves.

That said, I am willing to try it if you've got a scenario in mind.

[pjvilar.livejournal.com]

I agree it could go that way. Or maybe not completely destructive, but definitely co-dependent. There is a lot of love there, though.

Since I'm listening to this song called "Too Late for Dancing" by Shapes and Sizes right now and this lyric struck me for them, howsabout --

hold up my left arm/hold up my right/let me go out for two days more/before you bring me back to life

Let me know if you need something else. <3

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[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

An outsider might think that Tunny's paying it forward, helping Will the way Jackie helped him.

They wouldn't be far off, but it's more than that. There's a smidgen of guilt involved, because Tunny can see, in hindsight, how his and Johnny's departure on top of unexpected fatherhood wrenched Will's world askew.

But it's also that it's Will, who shared his first cigarette (snitched from his dad's carton) with twelve-year-old Tunny, who puked all over Tunny's favorite chucks when Johnny dared him to drink an entire gallon of whole milk, who lied to Tunny's mom about extended track practice and sleep-overs when Tunny skived off to fuck Mindy McPherson in her bed while her parents were out of town.

Withdrawal is fucking hard, okay? Tunny weaned himself from oxycodone to codeine to aspirin and methocarbamol using Jackie as a substitute, and he only realized it when he saw her redeployment orders and knew she'd be heading back to Germany without him. But once she was gone, he still had Will and Johnny, twice-weekly PT alternating with group and one-on-one therapy, and his family for support. He got by, and he's not "better", but he's getting there.

Will has alcohol and weed - lots and lots of weed - piled on top of his parents' disapproval. There's no way he's dragging himself out of the depression that lost dreams and lost family induced without help.

First, he decides, the bong needs to get less of a workout. Tunny shares it once with Will, and he has the worst nightmares and phantom pains he's experienced in months, so he focuses on distracting Will. His guitar calluses reform, his fingers and thumbs twitch from holding onto the PS3 controller, and if he never plays another round of Guitar Hero, he won't miss it.

He thinks Will's doing okay - he gets a raise, and he suggests a celebration that involves a single blunt and a fair amount of beer - until Heather announces that Miguel wants to adopt Lily. Tunny's not there to hear the details, but Will agrees to sign whatever paperwork is necessary, and when Tunny stops by after PT that afternoon he finds Will completely hammered, worse than Tunny's ever seen. Twelve hours after he stops drinking, he's still not sober, so Tunny calls Home Depot and tells Will's boss that he has food poisoning. It's not really a lie; when the hangover finally hits, Will spends as much time at the commode as he would if it'd been the truth.

Tunny gives him a week to mope. Seven days to drink, fuck, fight, whatever it takes to get the initial hurt out.

Then he packs his duffel and humps it up the three flights of stairs to the tiny two-bedroom Will signed a lease for when Heather was eight months pregnant.

"Can I crash here? I'm tired of living at my mom's place but my therapist doesn't think I should live alone." And neither should you.

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[pjvilar.livejournal.com]

But it's wonderful. <3

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[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

I love that it's obvious here that Tunny would do anything for Will.

♥

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[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. And vice versa. :)