This oneshot is inspired by the Black Mirror chapter called "San Junipero" (3 x 04).

TW//Cancer, people in coma.

CW// The slightest of what could be considered as the beginning of sexual content, not actual smut.

*3rd person POV* (5.6k+ words)

San Junipero, 1987
Saturday night, 10:00 p.m.
Physical age: 24

Loud music is blaring through the thin walls of a crowded, smoky club downtown. The hits of the moment mostly, is what makes people going anyway.

Belinda Carlisle's voice found its way to be the star of tonight's events. It seems like Heaven Is A Place On Earth really made an impression back in '87. Every corner he passed, the familiar melody echoed in his ears. The bar wasn't an exception.

This place wasn't exactly the definition of a bar. It isn't dark like most of them are, no, this was the opposite of that. Bright neon lights on the ceiling is what keeps the room lightened. It qualified more to be a club.

People with crazy outfits, and sloppy styled hair, are dancing to the tunes this bar has to offer. Casually drinking and having a damn good time.

Ryan, well, he wasn't much of a dancer. He preferred sitting on a corner and admire his surroundings. A drink in hand and a small smile displayed on his lips.

An unpleasant smell of sweat, cheap booze and cigarettes, fills Ryan's lungs whenever he takes a deep breath.

A pretty girl in her mid-twenties glances at Ryan, and walks over to where he's sitting. A flirtatious grin added to her sharp features. "Hey!"

When the girl doesn't get the attention she wants from Ryan, she sits next to him without a previous invitation. "Hey!" She repeats herself, louder this time.

Ryan's taken aback by the sudden actions of this girl. He takes a look at her —flirty and bottom lip pulled between her teeth— before rejecting any further conversations and giving this stranger false hopes. "Not interested."

The girl scoffs, and the next second she's long gone.

Ryan sighs along with a roll of eyes, and takes a long sip of his whiskey. The bitter liquid making his throat ache in a weird, different way.

When he lowers his glass after drowning the last drop, he's about to stand up and go get another one. But a familiar figure appears in front of him, stopping him.

"Missed me?" Brendon says in a lovingly, innocent manner. Chocolate brown eyes sparkling with all the lights going on around them. Plump lips curved upwards in a big smile and cheeks rosy.

He's the same Brendon as always. Stunning, flawless, breathtaking. His Brendon. Nothing changes from one week to the other. But, it doesn't help the fact that Ryan's heart skips a beat every time he sees him.

"You have no idea." Ryan motions for the free space next to him, the one that annoying girl tried to occupy just seconds ago. "C'mere."

Brendon gladly does as he was told, and takes a sit. Leaning in Ryan's touch when the taller wraps his arms around his smaller frame. A content sigh leaves his lips.

They love each other company. Even if they are in a club and not in the comfort of their house, they still keep holding tight into each other for another minute. Enjoying themselves and ignoring their surroundings.

"Want a drink?" Brendon offers to Ryan when he spots the empty glass in his hand. "Whiskey, no ice?"

"You know me so well." Ryan answers, giving Brendon's temple a soft kiss. The younger squirms under his touch and quickly goes to find them each a drink, returning soon after.

"So, how you doing?" Brendon says after taking back his sit on the couch. "Something new?"

Ryan sighs, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Pretty much the same, nothing new. It's damn boring being like me." He chuckles sadly and Brendon frowns.

"Hey. Don't say that." He tries to comfort him but Ryan is not having it. "Cheer up buttercup. C'mon, let's go have some fun!"

Brendon takes a hold of Ryan's arm and drags him to the dance floor. Ignoring the many whinings and complaints coming from Ryan.

By the time they get to the middle of the room. The song that was on comes to an end, and a new one starts. I Heard a Rumor echoes from the crappy jukebox, making the people surrounding them start moving along to the beat, and Brendon does too.

"Brendon! You know I don't dance." Ryan says loudly so his voice could be heard over the music. "Bren, please."

"It's worth the try! Dance with me, please?" Brendon doesn't stop moving, he keeps showing off his dancing skills. He does every time he gets the chance to do so. "I'll guide you, just follow my steps."

He doesn't wait for Ryan's answer when he's already taking a hold of his hand, making him follow every move he does.

Ryan contemplates his options for a second. And when he concludes nothing, he shakes his thoughts away and finally gives in. Trying to mimic Brendon's amazing dance moves. What does he have to lose anyways?

Brendon seems very happy about this, giggling every ten seconds and not being able to rip the wide grin off his face. Making Ryan dance isn't an easy task, and he did just that.

The couple starts dancing like no ones watching, singing along to the song too. Messing a few lines and tripping over —almost falling— another handful of times.

But that doesn't matter, they're in their little bubble and nobody could take them out of it. They're happy, and they'll be while they can.

One good thing about this place was that, here, you can find freedom, no one will ever judge about anything, they don't care. You are you, and they are they.

When the song ends, they stay where they are for who knows how much time longer. Dancing, singing and drinking. Living up the night.

By the time the genre of the music changes dramatically, catchy disco music, they're both panting and grinning like idiots, evening out their breath. "That was awesome!"

"Yeah, it was!" Ryan chuckles and walks Brendon and him out of the dance floor. Back to the safeness of the couch Ryan is starting to call theirs.

"How much time we have left?" Brendon asks frowning when they make it to the couch. Surprisingly, the seats weren't occupied already.

Ryan takes a look at his wristwatch, a pout on his face when it reads half past eleven. "Just half an hour." Contemplative sigh. "What do you wanna do?"

"What if we go to your car?" Brendon suggests. And then adds seductively, voice dropping a bit lower than usual. "I might have something you may want."

Ryan's stomach tightens and his eyes darken not so subtly. His actions make Brendon's heartbeat spike up and insides burn with anticipation.

It doesn't take them long to rush out of the bar. And in a blink of eyes, they're on the backseat of Ryan's car.

Brendon fidgets with the buttons of Ryan's shirt. A task that seems insanely impossible when he's too busy locking lips with Ryan.
Who is also struggling to get Brendon's jacket out of the way.

"What is it?" Ryan blurts out, voice muffled against the skin of Brendon's chest, once he pulled out his shirt over his head. When Brendon makes a questioning sound he elaborates. "You told me you had something, what is it?"

Brendon smirks devilishly and cups Ryan's face with both hands. Giving him another heated kiss before saying. "Oh Ryan, you know better."

Ryan chokes back the scoff coming from his throat, moaning instead when Brendon's soft lips attack his neck again, quickly finding his weak spot.

Their movements come naturally as the night goes on. They've learnt each others bodies perfectly, having explored every single inch of skin in past years. Practice makes perfect, as they say.

And before they know it, the clock reads 11:58. After a fantastic moment, they ended up slumped in the backseat of the car. Relaxing in their embrace, cuddled up and enjoying their last two minutes.

It was a comforting, soothing silence, until Brendon whispered softly. "I'm gonna miss you."

"You too." Ryan sighs and looks down at his partner wrapped in his arms. Taking in every detail of Brendon's face, admiring his delicate features, long lashes, swollen lips. He swore Brendon just grew more beautiful every second it passed.

If he wanted, he could stay this way forever. Embracing the love of his life in his arms, protecting him at any cost. And they could.

11:59 on the clock and Brendon looks up at Ryan. The sweetest smile on his lips, yet it had a hint of sadness in it. They lock eyes for another moment, having millions of conversations nobody could ever understand, with simply looking deep into their eyes.

Brendon whispers. "I love you. Don't you ever forget that, ok?" A single tear rolls down his cheek, and Ryan wipes it away with his thumb.

"Never...I love you too." Ryan whispers back just in time.

The clock reaches 12:00 and everything goes black.

{ ~\ \ • 🥥 • / / ~}

Santa Rosa, California, 2038
Sunday, 12:01 a.m.
Age: 73

Brendon blinks a few times, adjusting to the lights of the room.

Carefully, he takes the tiny, white devise off his temple. Doing this, every week, causes him a slight headache, but it's totally worth it.

He relaxes on the armchair he's sitting, closing his eyes and recalling the events. A wide smile on his lips, it seemed he couldn't take it off since he saw him. Yet his eyes were watering, happy tears were pooling and threatening to fall.

There's a knock on the door. Brendon says a simple 'Come in' after he wipes his eyes. A young, brunette nurse, excuses herself in to check on Brendon.

"How was it?" She finds herself asking Brendon, genuine curiosity in her over excited voice.

"Words can't describe it." Brendon breathes out and his mind goes back to the fresh memories.

Both happily dancing in the dance floor of the club. Singing along to the songs, failing horribly at it. There were a few drinks too, he was thankful for that, he really missed alcohol.

And then, the car. His eyes slip shut and his grin just grows wider, a blush creeps on his face.

"Oh. I get it." Nancy, the nurse, concludes. A knowing smirk hidden behind the tablet she's holding with her. "I'm happy for you!"

She's a smart girl. It didn't took her much to figure Brendon out. With just a few nights of going in the system, a few escapes to one specific room, and a bit of chitty chat with him, was more than enough to put two and two together.

"Thanks." Brendon says calmly. The nurse is typing down things in her tablet, making sure everything is doing alright with her patient.

But Nancy's mostly there for Brendon's company. She's still a nurse, working in a hospital and attending him. She just has a special bond with Brendon, she enjoys spending time with the man. They'd talk about random stuff, stories from the past, gossip, and lovers. Yeah, definitely the latter was the most current topic.

"Nancy?"

She already knew the meaning behind that tone in Brendon's voice. Small and shyly pleading voice. And how could she say no to that?

"Sure! Let me get the wheelchair." Nancy tells Brendon and he nods. Waiting as she goes to the other side of the room where the chair is.

Brendon stands up from the armchair, and gets in the wheelchair with a bit of Nancy's help. He can walk, but only for short distances without problems, the chemo drains his energy away. The chair makes things easier.

At this hour of the night, the hospital is mostly quiet. Just a few nurses talking, some patients coughing and sneezing. So Nancy's soft voice, humming to a song Brendon can't recognize, it's perfectly audible and lights up the atmosphere.

When they get to the right room —shining silver numbers on the door reading 109–, Brendon takes a deep breath as Nancy turns the doorknob open, wanting to get inside already.

It's a small room, but definitely bigger than the others around. The lights are off, and only a dim light coming from a lamp on a bedside table, it's what makes the place not completely dark.

"I'll leave you two alone. Call me out if you need me." The nurse whispers after helping Brendon close to the bed. He simply nods and doesn't look her way, he has a more important person to look at right now.

The click sound of the door makes Brendon aware that he's alone in the room. Well, that's not completely true.

There he is.

An almost lifeless body, laying on the bed in the middle of the room.

The constant beeping sound of a machine, beep, beep, beep, as his heart beats. Cables attached to different parts of his body, keeping him alive. Tubes providing him oxygen and an iv in his left hand.

All those things together, surrounding Ryan's body until it makes him almost unrecognizable. But it's him, no matter how many machines or cables where trapping the body underneath. It's Ryan. His Ryan.

It was a Thursday morning, one year and three months ago, when it happened. Cerebral embolism. Nobody saw it coming, it just happened.

In his mind, Brendon had created a easier way to handle this, seeing everything brighter, clearer, happier. A visual of Ryan laying on the same bed he's right now, eyes closed, looking peaceful and more beautiful than ever. No matter how years may affected him, he's still as handsome as he was in his teenage years.

There's no cables or beeping sounds to worry about. No doctors nor nurses involved in the equation. No one else matters in this daydream, they're the only ones living in it.

Brendon reaches forward to hold Ryan's right hand, gripping it tightly in his own. "Hi there." Brendon brings his hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

He gets no reaction from Ryan.

"I had fun tonight." He giggles at the memory. "You looked so damn good in those tight jeans of yours."

Again, no reaction.

He sighs, "Oh Ry. You don't have any idea of how much I miss you. Nancy is too cheerful, she carries too much energy with her. Ha, just like I was when we first met, Jesus, did I really was like that? Oh my lord, how did you keep up with me?" He shakes his head at his younger self.

"I miss you. Talking to you. A few hours a week isn't enough...I could convince Nancy to get us a few more hours, but again, it wouldn't be enough. I want to be with you more time than just hours, need to-." Brendon voice gets cut off after a knock on the door, followed by a doctor walking in.

Doctor Stevens' gaze is fixed on her tablet, before she looks up and spots Brendon beside Ryan's bed. She stops in her tracks, worried about having interrupted something. "Oh sorry, Mr. Urie. I didn't know you were here. I could come back later." The doctor speaks rapidly and gestures the door, but Brendon shakes his head.

"No, it's fine. Go ahead." Brendon says and moves backwards on the wheelchair —unwillingly letting go of Ryan's hand —. Not so further away from the bed, but enough space to not interfere in whatever Stevens is up to.

She checks his temperature, heartbeat, breathing, reflexes. While she types some more on the tablet, comparing ciphers and dates. Trying to puzzle the pieces together. A clear frown on her face, not liking at all what she's thinking.

"What is it?" Brendon asks, something's wrong. He can read it in her features, there, a frown and slight sadness. "Honestly."

He had a few guesses of what could it be. A quarter half being good news, and the other three quarters, bad news.

She sighs and looks at Brendon. Hesitant and unsure of whatever she's about to say. "Mr. Urie...We've been checking on Mr. Ross for a little over a year now. And he's not progressing, he's retroceding instead. There's no change in his current situation, and when it does change,  we're a step back from where we were before, decreasing the chances of him waking up someday. I'd like to run some more tests to be entirely sure and properly conclude in something. But all points out that the probabilities of him waking up are very low, I'm afraid that they're less than one percent... I'm sorry to say this, but I do think, we're might getting to the time."

And the three quarters of the predictions were right.

Brendon tries to process the words in his head, 'We're might getting to the time'. Those seven words, one phrase, reeling like an endless movie in his mind. If this was some other situation, the meaning behind it could be happy. But it isn't the case here.

If it weren't for the moment he's in, he would've been complaining about Stevens. The way she gives news like that to her patient's families, at least a bit of tact and comprehension to her words could've worked.

But no really. Not even that. No matter how she says it, it means the same thing in the end anyways.

Ryan's not waking up right now, not tomorrow, next month nor next year. Most probably, never.

He has prepared for this moment to arrive, some day in the future. Not as soon as it actually happened. Which is the reason the news hit him like a goddamn truck. A big truck whose driver had been drinking for the whole day and decided it was funny enough to try and drive around like that.

Brendon lets out a dry chuckle. Overwhelmed with his emotions that he doesn't have control over them anymore. "That's, umm.."

The few moments he gets to spend with Ryan every week , they don't talk about what will happen next. They're always living on present tense, not future.

"Mr. Urie. Are you aware of what this means?" The doctor asks like it's that simple. He can't just sign some papers and let them take away his lover in a blink of eyes.

The doctor starts rambling about more options, what comes next. What else could be done and hope for the best, but it could be a waste of time, so that option is discarded. The papers he would be signing and the process of disconnecting him. The transition to the system, or no transition at all. And blah, blah, blah.

Her voice is muffled in Brendon's ears. He can see her mouth moving along as she speaks, creating a sound. But he's not able to comprehend what she's telling him.

Can't she just shut up and leave instead?

"I need to talk to him first." He states, redirecting his gaze from Stevens to look at Ryan. Unconscious and unaware of what's happening. God, this was so hard for him.

"Mr. Urie." Doctor Stevens checks something in the tablet she always carries around. "Here says that your weekly hours have been used already."

Brendon didn't care. He needed to see Ryan and talk to him, the sooner the better, and it wasn't up to discussion. It didn't matter if it was against the rules, he just needed to do this.

"Please doctor, I need to talk to him." He tells her in an almost begging tone. "It'll be just for a few minutes."

She looks alarmed, like a simple trip into the system could make such impact. "But, sir-."

"What would you do if you were me?" Brendon questions the doctor, catching her off guard. "What would you do if your own husband was in Ryan's position? Wouldn't you like to talk to him?"

At the mention of her husband, Stevens startles, eyes wide. She was discreet about her private life keeping things well private, it wasn't common for her to hear this things. Brendon knew for a fact that she was married, and not just for the ring she carries around as a necklace underneath the uniform. Nancy is such a gossip lover, and Brendon was there to listen to her.

The Doctor's surprise and maybe fear, didn't last long. She knew the man, but most importantly, he trusted Brendon. She knew all that has to be known of him and Ryan, the relationship between the two. They weren't a simple married couple, they shared something stronger than that.

Stevens admired them, even if she didn't really know Ryan. And she felt a wave of understanding or comprehension wash over her.

"I know sir. I completely understand it. But it's not that easy." She worries on her bottom lip.

"Doctor, please. I swear it'll only take a few minutes. Please, help us get in the system."

Stevens thought for a moment, not having much to think, before giving in. "Ok, fine. I can get you two in the system, but just for ten minutes."

In that instant Brendon felt anxious, he wanted, needed to talk to him. But what about? Talking about what? Oh god was this difficult. "Thank you doctor."

"Don't thank me. It's the least I can do for you." She says with a warm, reassuring smile on her lips. "I'll get Nancy to help you."

Stevens leaves the room soon after, and a couple of minutes later Nancy comes in. "I'm sorry, I heard."

"Don't." Brendon didn't want pity, nor listen to other people 'condolences'. He did want one thing though, and isn't she here for that one thing?

"Sorry...Here, your devise." The nurse hands him the box with the tiny white circle inside, also the controls. "Let me prepare him."

She rounds the bed and stands besides it. Carefully, she puts Ryan's own devise on his temple, at the same time that Brendon is colocating his own the right way.

"Thanks, Nancy."

"Of course Bren, good luck." She nods and leaves the room.

When they're alone once again, he takes a look at Ryan before doing anything. "Love, see ya in a minute."

He presses the button of both controls and their devises spring back to life. A blue circle lights up and then everything goes black.

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San Junipero, 2002
Sunday, 1:00 a.m.
Physical age: 24

The moon is full and shining high up in the night sky. Millions of stars, light years away, are smeared around the darkness too, making some company to the beautiful gray astro.

The sound of waves hitting the sand every few seconds, its soothing in Ryan's ears.

He's sitting on the left corner of the two-person porch swing chair, outside of a beautiful house at the beach shore.

If Ryan could ever describe his dream house, this would be it. A homey house with an antique touch to it, in a beach shore.

The dim light of the porch barely lights his surroundings. Only a few rocks close by and a boat resting on the sand. The city its still visible though, shiny little dots miles away.

"Hey." Brendon's soft voice echoes from behind him, standing on the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. "What are you doing?"

Ryan sighs and leans more in the wooden surface of the swing. "Not much...Analyzing life."

"It's not you if it weren't for your deep thoughts." Brendon chuckles and goes to sit on the other side of the swing, offering his mug to Ryan. "I need to tell you something."

"I know." The taller of the two answers knowingly, and gladly takes the mug from Brendon's grip. "It's time. Isn't it?"

Ryan didn't need to hear the actual words leave from Brendon's mouth. It was slightly obvious.

Firstly, he may not know exactly how much time passed since they last saw each other, but it couldn't be a week, definitely not. Secondly, he knew Brendon too much to not identify his lover's tone in his voice, the bad news tone. And thirdly, it was expected, it'd happen eventually.

"They say so." Brendon lays himself on Ryan's lap, looking up at him. "What do you gonna do?"

The question referred to two different options. Either transition to this place or not.

"I like it here. It's a good place to stay." Ryan says pensively and cards his fingers of his free hand through Brendon's soft hair.

"Yeah, it's a good place." Brendon agrees. He closes his eyes and thinks of how to word out the next thing he wants to say.

Brendon's life in the real world without Ryan seemed almost impossible at first. Yet, they managed to spend some time together through the system. Limited and unfair amount of time, but it was something nonetheless.

And if Ryan goes into the system permanently, it's not like they would spend any more time. They'd still be limited by Brendon's weekly hours, stupid hours.

"I'm coming with you." Brendon concludes, looking up at Ryan with hopeful eyes.

"What...?" The statement confused Ryan, what exactly did he mean with those words?

"What I said. I'd like to come with you." Brendon shrugged it off like it was that simple.

Brendon was willing to make the final transition too. That way he could be with him.

"No, Bren. Don't do it. Not for me." As much as Ryan wants him to do it, to say yes and spend the rest of times together, he didn't feel like it was the right thing.

It was a selfish move, saying yes to such thing as that. He didn't want for Brendon to gave up, he wasn't rotting out like Ryan was on a hospital bed —he called his current state that way—. He could still walk, talk, laugh, move, live, not like Ryan. It was selfish to ask him to drop everything to be with him.

But again, who says living life like Brendon was doing, was an enjoyable experience? A chemo after chemo, draining his energy away instead of curing him. Moving, but not moving exactly. And without Ryan? Yeah, he preferred giving up.

"Babe, don't say nonsense like that. You know I'd die for you, quite literally." He grinned softly with almost heart-shaped eyes, so much love radiating from him. "I'm not getting any better either. They say the chemo is working and shit, but we know better. I prefer this, baby." Brendon whispers in a lovely voice, cuddling up more in Ryan. "What do you think?"

Plenty of times before, Ryan had pictured how would their lives be in San Junipero. Not just for a few hours a week, but a lifetime.

In their house by the beach. Waking up every morning embracing each other, lazy morning kisses and shared sleepy smiles. Going into the sea, relax on the sand, build sand castles even.

When it gets darker they'd light a fire, cuddle up and watch as the flames dance, admire the night sky full of stars. Get marshmallows in a stick and make s'mores. And then go to bed, sleep in a tangle of limbs. Repeat.

They had a lifetime ahead of them. They could do whatever they pleased while they live there. Nothing would stop them.

"Would you really do that?" Ryan had happy tears pooling in his eyes. He wanted nothing else than to be with the love of his life forever.

"Of course, amore mío." Brendon leaned up and Ryan leaned down, meeting in the middle to seal this decision with a lovely kiss.

And a few seconds into the kiss, the ten minutes deal finished and everything went black.

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San Junipero, 1990
Friday night, 8:30 p.m.
Physical age: 24

The bonfire started hours ago on the beach was dying down. Ashes were smeared over the sand. But they didn't need to worry about cleaning up, they'll be washed away soon, automatically. And the beach will be as clean as always.

The sun had set hours ago too, and they catch it. Admired how the sky displayed a million of different shades of yellow, orange, pink, purple and blue. It also reflected on the deep blue sea. A stunning sight to see.

Today had been a clear day, cloudless, bright and blinding blue. So when the sun was nowhere to be seen, the stars popped out. The darkening mass made them fully visible. Shiny dots lining up, creating constellations.

And they were there to see it all. Since the sun was high up, until the moon was the only light source at the moment.

No distractions, no hours limit, no doctors nor nurses, no cables nor iv's in their hands. They were free, free from all things. This was truly their daydream come true.

The transition to San Junipero was a success.

In the moment Brendon got out of the system that Sunday at midnight, he had clear in his mind what he wanted to do.

He signed everything that needed to be signed, and filled all the paperwork that needed to be filled.

They were a few tears going on when he told their decision. Especially Nancy, the poor girl was a sobbing mess and couldn't let go of Brendon.

But they were happy, and that's what matters the most. What makes them happy.

So here they are. Having spent a week to full on get used to their new surroundings. Not like they didn't know the place. They did. But it was completely different to come as a tourist than live here.

Wake up to the sound of waves hitting the shore, the smell of salty water, the hot breeze coming through the open windows. It was a new experience for them, and they absolutely loved it.

Their nights were pretty much the same. Relaxing on a sheet pulled over the sand, enjoying themselves cuddled up as they watch the sky changes colors.

And maybe, just maybe, in nights like this one, Brendon would want to go skinny dipping into the ocean. It was something he missed doing from his teenage years. And now they were practically young again, in a beach thats mostly desolated. Why the hell would he miss this chance?

"Ry! We need to go skinny dipping!" Brendon beams and shakes Ryan's arm vigorously. When he saw no excitement coming from Ryan he added "C'mon! Don't be a bored piece of...cake."

The shorter of the two chuckles at his stupid choice of words. But it worked! Ryan snorts and leans into Brendon's touch. "Wow, I've never been compared to a cake before. That's new." He notes and lays completely on Brendon's lap.

"Oh my god. I haven't thought about this before but, you'd be such a sweet piece of cake! Which flavor would you be?!" Brendon asks excitedly and squeezes Ryan's cheeks, trying to figure it out which flavor fits him the most.

And just like that, in a snap of fingers, Brendon's mind went from craving to go skinny dipping, to cakes flavors. Ryan was beyond thankful for that.

"I bet you'd be a chocolate cake." Brendon concludes after a lot of thinking. "A super sweet chocolate cake."

Brendon discarded vanilla immediately because it was too simple, too common, and Ryan was the opposite of that. A fruity cake didn't fit, he wasn't cheerful and charismatic as Brendon might be, he was just different than other people, making impossible for him to have a fruity-like personality.

"Why chocolate though?" Ryan asks in curiosity, amusement laced in his tone.

Ryan haven't met a single person, not even one, to ever take time to think something like this. Which cake flavor would you be?

Such an innocent question, ridiculous even. But Brendon took time to actually think and process the answer, to figure out which damn flavor would he be?

If that wasn't perfection, Ryan didn't know.

"You're warm and homey. Maybe like chocolate. I just have a feel you'd be it." Brendon shrugs and waits for Ryan reaction. But he's staring intently at him, not saying a word, just looking. "Ry..?"

"Why are you so perfect?" Ryan blurts out. Making Brendon blush a deep red. "And even the word perfect doesn't make justice to describe you."

"I'm not." Brendon says in a small voice, feeling overwhelmed with so much love at the moment.

"Love, you're absolutely perfect. You don't see it, but if you only could watch you they way my eyes do, you'd understand what I say. And perfection it's one of the many words that comes to mind." Ryan's words were making Brendon flush even harder.

"Stop, you'll make me cry." Brendon giggles and hides his face with his hands. "How about if we go skinny dipping now?!"

Apparently the cake talk wasn't enough.

"Fine Bren, I'll go." Ryan gave in, seeing no other option than to do this for once and for all. If it wasn't tonight, it'd probably be tomorrow. "But only under one condition."

Brendon nods and Ryan continues. "I'll go if you kiss me." He smiled fondly and Brendon didn't need to be told twice.

He leaned down the best he could to catch Ryan's lips in a passionate kiss, full of love and affection. Saying too much with just a kiss.

"There! Now get up and follow me!" When the kiss ended Brendon was too hyped to remain still. "Hurry up!"

"Bren, there's no need to hurry. It's not like I'm going somewhere." Ryan smirked lovingly and Brendon mirrored his expression.

"I know silly, I know."

The pair stripped to nothing and they ran into the ocean. Splashing salty water into each other's faces and not being able to stop their smiley faces the entire time.

An entire lifetime ahead of them...

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— EXPLANATION—

San Junipero is a simulated reality where the deceased can live and the elderly can visit (only for a limited amount of time a week), all inhabiting their younger selves' bodies in a time of their choice.

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I really liked how this one turned out!

Hope you enjoyed it! Bye<3
-Love you lots, N💕💖