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100_Situations - Desperate Times (019 - Whore)
Title: Desperate Times
Fandom: The OC
Characters: Ryan Atwood, Original
Prompt: 019 - Whore
Word Count: 999
Rating: R (For Sexual Content, but not graphic, the prompt oughta clue you in... lol)
Summary: Ryan was desperate to make some money, no matter how much he hated himself for it.
Author's Notes: Comes after: 'Finality', 'Breakaway', and 'A Gnawing Pain'.
Desperate Times
Ryan saw Sandy less than 24 hours after using the credit card, and he immediately wished he'd just tossed the card in the trash as a wave of panic washed over him. Sandy was angry and yelling, and there was no way Ryan could face him now. So, instead, he headed straight towards the bad part of town, and found a bar to hustle pool. He won two games for a total of 65 dollars, but that wasn't anywhere near enough for a bus ticket so he decided to try a different place in hopes of hustling people with more money.
He'd barely walked out the door when one of the men he'd beaten walked up to him and offered him 20 bucks for a blowjob. Ryan hesitated, swallowing down bile at the thought, but the man offered 30 and he agreed, going into a back alley to get on his knees and do what he was being paid for.
When it was over, Ryan hesitantly asked the man if he knew any areas where he could get more business, and the man had pointed him down the street, telling him a pretty boy like him could make lots of cash.
~~~~
By the end of the night, Ryan was sitting in a seat at the back of a bus, his bag wedged between him and the window, and $100 tucked into his jacket pocket. He leaned against his bag, trying to fight the nauseas that was hitting him in waves, the hatred that was continuous, and the knowledge that he would do it again if he had to. It was the turning point, he couldn't go back to Newport now, he couldn't face them after what he had just done.
He made another $50 in a bathroom at a rest stop halfway to Chicago, pressed against the wall with his pants around his ankles and a sweaty trucker behind him. When it was over and the trucker had left, Ryan locked the door then turned and threw up, heaving until there was nothing left and the bus driver was pounding on the door to tell him they were pulling out in 5 minutes.
~~~~
When he got to Chicago, he got a hotel room to keep his things in, then found a street to work. He needed to build up a stash of cash so that he wouldn't have to do this again in his life. The next evening, his neighbor two rooms down spotted him on the street and took him back to the hotel. Turned out the guy liked hitting as much as he liked the sex, and by the time it was over Ryan had a busted lip and was wishing he'd gotten a cast on his wrist last time he'd broken it. He went back to his room to grab his things, then left the hotel as quick as he could, terrified of running into the man again.
That was how he ended up at an all night diner, finishing his burger at the counter, just in time for Lindsay to walk in. She looked just like he remembered her, but he must have looked different because her gaze slid past him at first, then snapped back, her eyes wide.
"Ryan?" she questioned, leaving her friends to hurry over. "Oh my God."
"Lindsay, hi," Ryan said. "I... I forgot you moved to Chicago."
"What are you doing here?" Lindsay asked, looking at the bruises on his face.
"Long story," Ryan replied. "But I have to go..." he added, dropping the money for the bill on the counter and quickly walking out of the diner, but heard her come after him.
"Ryan..."
"I've gotta go," Ryan repeated.
"Kirsten called me," Lindsay said. "A couple months ago. She told me about Marissa, and... and I'm sorry."
"Lindsay, please don't," Ryan said.
"She's scared for you," Lindsay said. "She thought maybe you came to see me."
"Can you do me a favor?" Ryan asked. "Can you call her and tell you I did?"
"What?"
"Call her and tell her I came to see you, could only stay a little while, but I was passing through Chicago and came to see you. And... and tell her I'm okay."
"But you're not, are you?"
"I can't go back, Lindsay," Ryan said. "Not after... after everything. I can't."
"Call her."
"No, because I don't want to hear her cry, and I know her, she will. And she'll beg me to come home, and... it's just better if I don't call and don't go."
"They're scared."
"That's why you should call and tell them you saw me, and that I'm okay."
Lindsay surged forward and pulled him into a hug. "Think about asking for help, Ryan."
"You wouldn't understand," Ryan replied, pulling back. "Will you call?"
Lindsay hesitated, then nodded. "I'll tell her I've seen you. But I won't lie. If she asks how you looked, I'm gonna tell her that I think you're sick, and that you're holding your arm like it's hurt."
"I broke it about a week ago," Ryan said. "Should have gotten a cast, but... but I didn't."
"Take better care of yourself," Lindsay pleaded.
"When I've got the money to do it, I will," Ryan said.
Lindsay dug into her purse and pulled out a thick roll of bills. "Take it," she said, grabbing his good wrist and pressing the money into his hand. "The place I work has good tips, I'll make it up tomorrow."
"Lindsay..."
"Just... take it."
Ryan looked at the money, then down the block, where he could see other people who were working the street. "Thanks," he said, slipping the money into his pocket. "I... I'm glad you're doing good." With that, he turned and walked away, past the other people on the job, and towards the bus station. He was ready to leave Chicago behind, ready to stop doing something that made him sick, and determined to start doing something he wouldn't be ashamed of.
THE END
Fandom: The OC
Characters: Ryan Atwood, Original
Prompt: 019 - Whore
Word Count: 999
Rating: R (For Sexual Content, but not graphic, the prompt oughta clue you in... lol)
Summary: Ryan was desperate to make some money, no matter how much he hated himself for it.
Author's Notes: Comes after: 'Finality', 'Breakaway', and 'A Gnawing Pain'.
Desperate Times
Ryan saw Sandy less than 24 hours after using the credit card, and he immediately wished he'd just tossed the card in the trash as a wave of panic washed over him. Sandy was angry and yelling, and there was no way Ryan could face him now. So, instead, he headed straight towards the bad part of town, and found a bar to hustle pool. He won two games for a total of 65 dollars, but that wasn't anywhere near enough for a bus ticket so he decided to try a different place in hopes of hustling people with more money.
He'd barely walked out the door when one of the men he'd beaten walked up to him and offered him 20 bucks for a blowjob. Ryan hesitated, swallowing down bile at the thought, but the man offered 30 and he agreed, going into a back alley to get on his knees and do what he was being paid for.
When it was over, Ryan hesitantly asked the man if he knew any areas where he could get more business, and the man had pointed him down the street, telling him a pretty boy like him could make lots of cash.
~~~~
By the end of the night, Ryan was sitting in a seat at the back of a bus, his bag wedged between him and the window, and $100 tucked into his jacket pocket. He leaned against his bag, trying to fight the nauseas that was hitting him in waves, the hatred that was continuous, and the knowledge that he would do it again if he had to. It was the turning point, he couldn't go back to Newport now, he couldn't face them after what he had just done.
He made another $50 in a bathroom at a rest stop halfway to Chicago, pressed against the wall with his pants around his ankles and a sweaty trucker behind him. When it was over and the trucker had left, Ryan locked the door then turned and threw up, heaving until there was nothing left and the bus driver was pounding on the door to tell him they were pulling out in 5 minutes.
~~~~
When he got to Chicago, he got a hotel room to keep his things in, then found a street to work. He needed to build up a stash of cash so that he wouldn't have to do this again in his life. The next evening, his neighbor two rooms down spotted him on the street and took him back to the hotel. Turned out the guy liked hitting as much as he liked the sex, and by the time it was over Ryan had a busted lip and was wishing he'd gotten a cast on his wrist last time he'd broken it. He went back to his room to grab his things, then left the hotel as quick as he could, terrified of running into the man again.
That was how he ended up at an all night diner, finishing his burger at the counter, just in time for Lindsay to walk in. She looked just like he remembered her, but he must have looked different because her gaze slid past him at first, then snapped back, her eyes wide.
"Ryan?" she questioned, leaving her friends to hurry over. "Oh my God."
"Lindsay, hi," Ryan said. "I... I forgot you moved to Chicago."
"What are you doing here?" Lindsay asked, looking at the bruises on his face.
"Long story," Ryan replied. "But I have to go..." he added, dropping the money for the bill on the counter and quickly walking out of the diner, but heard her come after him.
"Ryan..."
"I've gotta go," Ryan repeated.
"Kirsten called me," Lindsay said. "A couple months ago. She told me about Marissa, and... and I'm sorry."
"Lindsay, please don't," Ryan said.
"She's scared for you," Lindsay said. "She thought maybe you came to see me."
"Can you do me a favor?" Ryan asked. "Can you call her and tell you I did?"
"What?"
"Call her and tell her I came to see you, could only stay a little while, but I was passing through Chicago and came to see you. And... and tell her I'm okay."
"But you're not, are you?"
"I can't go back, Lindsay," Ryan said. "Not after... after everything. I can't."
"Call her."
"No, because I don't want to hear her cry, and I know her, she will. And she'll beg me to come home, and... it's just better if I don't call and don't go."
"They're scared."
"That's why you should call and tell them you saw me, and that I'm okay."
Lindsay surged forward and pulled him into a hug. "Think about asking for help, Ryan."
"You wouldn't understand," Ryan replied, pulling back. "Will you call?"
Lindsay hesitated, then nodded. "I'll tell her I've seen you. But I won't lie. If she asks how you looked, I'm gonna tell her that I think you're sick, and that you're holding your arm like it's hurt."
"I broke it about a week ago," Ryan said. "Should have gotten a cast, but... but I didn't."
"Take better care of yourself," Lindsay pleaded.
"When I've got the money to do it, I will," Ryan said.
Lindsay dug into her purse and pulled out a thick roll of bills. "Take it," she said, grabbing his good wrist and pressing the money into his hand. "The place I work has good tips, I'll make it up tomorrow."
"Lindsay..."
"Just... take it."
Ryan looked at the money, then down the block, where he could see other people who were working the street. "Thanks," he said, slipping the money into his pocket. "I... I'm glad you're doing good." With that, he turned and walked away, past the other people on the job, and towards the bus station. He was ready to leave Chicago behind, ready to stop doing something that made him sick, and determined to start doing something he wouldn't be ashamed of.
THE END
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Loved Lindsay on the show and loved her here.
Can't wait for the sequel, and can't wait for 020. Heh, Ryan being Summer's slave... My mind is going through thousands of scenarios right now. But I hope next part will be a little bit better for Ryan.
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I adored Lindsay, hated that she left and the way she did (all of a sudden, just ditching Ryan like everyone else always has)...
Next part does get a little better, there's still some low moments (just not this low) but it's better. And 020... it has no official name yet, but... lol... I can say it probably won't be smutty (although I kinda wanna have it be smutty... lol... Summer totally takes advantage of the situation... lol)... my current plan, though, is humor and friendship... lol
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And, btw, love your Runaway-icon. Just noticed it.
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And the Runaway icon is brand new, just made it a little while ago, then went back and edited all the fics in this series to use it... also editted the other entries about 100_Situations to use a 'Ryan' icon made from a similiar pic (Same photo shoot, I believe... lol)... made those two icons, along with one for a Ryan-centric fic I may or may not someday post called 'Heavily Broken'... it's a major AU story... Ryan never called Sandy after Dawn kicked him out, and he ended up becoming Hooker!Ryan and living in a crappy apartment that he shared with roaches and rats... then he encounters Sandy again... lol
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No, I haven't read this installment yet, but the page opened on this comment reply, so I couldn't resist.
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