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(Anonymous)
Oct. 14th, 2014 05:25 pm (UTC)
80's Dan/anybody, songfic to "The Sun Always Shines on TV".
ocelot_l
Oct. 30th, 2014 05:42 am (UTC)
Part 1
This is one of my first attempts at writing a true songfic. I tried to make it mostly angsty to match the song, but I couldn't help myself when it came to the ending, so I hope the original prompter doesn't mind some happiness in there and still enjoys the story.

I don't own any of the music or lyrics mentioned in this story, just as I don't own any of the characters created by the producers.

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I reached inside myself and found

Nothing there to ease the pressure of my ever worrying mind

All my powers waste away

I fear the crazed and lonely looks the mirror’s sending me these days


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Dan groaned, his head aching, his mouth dry and tasting vaguely of bile. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the weak stream of light the single fluorescent bulb hanging overhead offered, and pushed his palms against the cold linoleum tile of his bathroom, forcing himself to his feet. Empty cigarette cases and beer bottles littered the room around him, which caused Dan to almost trip a few times as he took shaky step after shaky step toward the sink, and culminated in him gripping its cracked ceramic basin for dear life.

He moaned softly as he caught sight of his reflection. Bloodshot eyes set deep into sallow skin made Dan briefly think that he resembled someone who had already finished living, but after splashing a few handfuls of water against his face, he forced his cracked lips into a smile. He was still here, amongst the living, and today was going to be a beautiful opportunity to make the most of life.

“Babe, you awake?” he called out. His boyfriend of two months had finally spent the night with him, and Dan was wondering if they should celebrate the occasion by going out for breakfast. When he received no answer to his queries though, Dan padded out into the living room and peered around, still smiling.

“Huh. Well, that’s odd,” he remarked upon noticing that the portable TV seemed to be missing. As was his grandfather’s old record player, his records, and the small potted fern he’d purchased just last week.

In place of said TV, there was a crumpled napkin from a nightclub Dan often frequented, which bore a short but sweet message.

It’s over. Don’t come looking for me.

Dan lowered the note, his smile still firmly in place. “Well, I guess that’s that. I wonder if Smitty or the guys will mind if I come over to watch television tonight.”

Dan continued to talk to himself as he walked across the room toward the beaten up old desk he’d dragged home from the dump last year. “Heh, I’m sure they’ll be pulling my leg about being dumped. Again. And so soon after the last time. What a bunch of jokers,” he chuckled, pulling open the bottom drawer to retrieve the secret stash of coke he kept within just for emergencies. “I don’t even think serious relationships are for a guy like me anyway.”

Dan chattered away amicably as he made his return to the bathroom and began lying out lines of cocaine along the edge of the sink. “Here’s to a lifetime of bachelorhood, blow, and all the fun in the world,” he announced while rolling up an old dollar bill into a straw, before he bent down to snort.

“Ahhh,” Dan sighed, his brain becoming pleasantly fuzzy as it pushed away all those troubling, unbeautiful thoughts that had popped up for some reason. He glanced outside, smiling even wider as he watched several drops of rain plop onto the cars in the parking lot, before turning back to the mirror.

“Huh.” Dan tilted his head slightly, wondering why the man who was smiling so brightly before him seemed to have raindrops streaking down his face as well.



Edited at 2014-10-30 06:27 am (UTC)
ocelot_l
Oct. 30th, 2014 06:29 am (UTC)
Part 2
Please don't ask me to defend

The shameful lowlands of the way I'm drifting gloomily through time

I reached inside myself today

Thinking there's got to be some way to keep my troubles distant


----

Dan? Dan! God, don’t you ever fucking listen to me?”

“Huh?” Dan lifted his chin from his hand and turned toward the woman sitting next to him on the couch. She had a curvy figure and curly blonde hair, and a face that perpetually frowned for some reason. “Oh, sorry dear. What were you saying?”

She sighed and scratched her head, showering the carpet with white flakes. Dan’s attention bounced from said carpet to the window where similar flakes were fluttering through the grey winter sky.

“I was asking you how the job interview went.”

“Oh.” Dan lowered his gaze. “Um, not very well, I think. I sort of forgot the name of the guy who was interviewing me and ended up calling him Mr. Ed a few times.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dan winced and looked down as the yelling continued. “That’s three interviews you’ve fucked up this month! How the hell are you going to provide for me if you can’t find a fucking job?”

“I-I know, I’m sorry.” Dan quickly raised his arms over his head, worried his girlfriend’s anger might get the better of her yet again, but instead she snatched her purse off the floor and pulled out a large baggie of coke.

“You make me so fucking sick sometimes,” she grumbled as she poured some out onto the coffee table and shifted the pile into sloppy lines with a credit card.

Dan watched her curiously while outside a strong breeze caused the shutters to bang against the building. “Um dear? I didn’t know you had any treats. Where did you get that?”

“I screwed the landlord,” she replied before snorting a line. “We’re also getting a discount on rent this month.”

“Oh.” Dan ignored the ball of hurt that was forming inside his stomach and instead smiled his trademark grin at her. “Hey… want to get married?”

She almost choked upon hearing the question and coughed violently for several minutes. “A-are you out of your mind?” she finally asked, staring up at him in shock.

“I dunno, I-I thought it might be nice,” Dan stammered, his smile fading a bit when he saw her nostrils flare. “We’ve, um, we’ve been together for a while now, a-and that’s what couples who love each other do, right?”

She laughed, a full-on belly laugh, before bending down to snort the next line.

“Love? Are you really that delusional? You’re an idiotic, worthless bum with no money and no prospects for the future, you’re only funny when you’re wasted, and you’re not that good in bed. What the hell could someone love about you, Dan?”

A heavy silence fell over the apartment, broken only by soft sniffling and intermittent shutter thuds caused by the winter winds.

When she was done, the blonde grabbed her purse once more and headed for the door. “Don’t wait up.”

Dan never saw her again. The following month his rent was doubled. He was forced to leave his apartment and ended up moving in with his friend, Smitty.


ocelot_l
Oct. 30th, 2014 06:31 am (UTC)
Part 3
Touch me, how can it be?

Believe me

The sun always shines on TV


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“Ohhh… oh fuck… oh fuck… yes oh shit yes!”

Smitty’s eyes rolled back in his head, waves of ecstasy crashing through his body, while Dan worked his skillful mouth around his friend’s cock. He had gotten pretty good at knowing what Smitty liked, and he was proud to say that he could make the other man cum in under three minutes.

“Mmm,” Dan moaned along with him, his own body tingling every time Smitty yanked on his hair and demanded more. “Mmm… ohhhh… ahh!” He deftly swallowed every drop before pulling back to smile up at his friend. “Feeling better now?”

“Fuck yes,” Smitty sighed, flopping down on the couch without even bothering to zip up. Dan stood and brushed the lint from his knees before joining him. “Very impressive work.”

“Thanks. I think it’s my greatest talent,” Dan admitted while sliding closer to him.

“I’ll vouch for that.” Smitty reached to the floor and picked up the remote. “Oh hey, ‘Miami Vice’ is on in a few minutes. Want to watch?”

“ Of course! I love that show!” Dan agreed, sliding even closer to Smitty. “I’m so glad we can cuddle up and watch it together.”

“Yeah, I-what?”

Smitty turned to Dan in confusion, and tensed when he felt the shorter man’s arms wrap around him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Getting cozy,” Dan said as he rested his head on the other man’s chest.

“Well, get cozy by yourself,” Smitty demanded, grabbing Dan by the hem of his jacket before shoving him toward the other end of the couch.

Dan rubbed the small blossom of pain on his chest before shooting Smitty a pitiful look. “Hey, what was that for?”

“I don’t like being touched,” Smitty snapped.

“You didn’t seem to mind me touching you five minutes ago.”

“That’s different. Blow jobs are not the same as cuddling or whatever shit you wanted to pull on me.”

Dan pouted. “What kind of couple are we if we never cuddle, Smit?”

Smitty’s mouth fell open. “W-what kind of what?”

“Couple,” Dan repeated, not understanding why the other man looked so shocked. “Isn’t that what we are? We live together, go out on the town together, get high together, have sex all the time-”

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Smitty jumped to his feet and glared down at Dan. “You better not have been fucking telling anyone that shit! I could lose so many bitches’ numbers thanks to you!”

“I… I don’t understand,” Dan said, his chest growing tight as his head started to swim. “I thought… we really cared about each other… I thought I was doing it right this time… d-don’t you… feel anything for me, Smitty?”

Smitty sighed. “Dan, look. You’re a fun guy and good for a quick fuck, but you’re just a buddy to me. That’s all. And if you can’t handle that, then I don’t know if we can live together anymore.”

Dan’s expression drooped but he quickly shook his head. “No, I-I can handle it. I just… got confused. I’m sorry, Smitty. I… this won’t happen again.”

Smitty stared at him for a moment before he visibly relaxed. “Alright then.” He returned to his spot on the couch and turned the TV on, muting it only when he realized Dan was walking out of the room. “Hey, where you going? Didn’t you want to watch this?”

“I’m actually feeling a little tired now,” Dan replied without facing his friend. “I think I’ll head to bed early. Night.”

Dan closed the door to the bedroom behind him before walking slowly to the air mattress he’d been using for the past few months. He settled down upon it and brought his pillow to his chest, clutching it tightly as he lay in the overwhelming darkness. He wished he could sleep, but the blare of the TV kept Dan awake long into the night.
ocelot_l
Oct. 30th, 2014 06:32 am (UTC)
Final Part
Hold me close to your heart

Touch me and give all your love to me


----

90s Kid awoke with a start when he heard the soft moaning coming from beside him. “Whuz wrong?” he mumbled, still half asleep, before he realized the man lying on his chest was trembling. “Dan?” 90s Kid reached out to stroke his cheek and gasped when he felt how damp it was. “Dan, wake up man! You’re scaring me, dude!”

“Ah!” Dan’s eyes burst open and he sat up, breathing heavily as he wrapped his arms around himself. “What?” He peered around wildly before realizing where he was and who he was with. “Oh, Kid…”

“Dan, are you okay?” 90s Kid sat up as well, his eyes brimming with confusion and worry. “You were moaning and shaking and, like, crying, dude. What’s wrong? Tell me, please!”

“I-it was,” Dan said, his breathing already starting to slow, “a bad… dream…”

Dan released himself from his self-hug only to instantly be wrapped in one by 90s Kid. “Oh dude. I’m so sorry,” he murmured, nuzzling Dan’s cheek softly. “You wanna talk about it?”

Dan closed his eyes and melted into the younger man’s embrace. “P-please Kid… tell me you love me… tell me… I need to hear it…”

“I love you, Dan. I love you so much.” 90s Kid’s grip around him tightened and kissed Dan softly. “I love you more than anyone in the world, dude. You’re mine forever and ever.”

Dan smiled, not his trademark grin but a genuine shaky smile, as one last set of tears slipped out. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Dan.”

They lay back down together, Dan still enveloped in the teen’s embrace, 90s Kid repeating how much he loved Dan until exhaustion overtook them both.

90s Kid passed out first with Dan following soon after, but before Dan’s eyes closed, he caught sight of the pink dawn sky and the sun slowly peeking out over the horizon.
rainy_elliot
Oct. 31st, 2014 05:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Final Part
OMFSM, another my prompt got filled!
Don't worry, I'm totally okay with the happy ending :)
Thank you so much, I really like the contrast between angsty beginning and the sweet end )

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