#1(one) incredulous lesbian
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(half) anniversary
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pairing(s): ramonda x reader, shuri x riri williams (background), shuri & ramonda (familial), shuri & reader (platonic)
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“Oh. Um,” you pause, sounding taken aback. “Our six-month anniversary. Y’know, since we started dating?”
“That’s not an anniversary,” Shuri protests.
“I guess not technically,” you concede, “but to me, it kind of is?”
“That’s the gayest shit I’ve ever heard.”
contains: fluff
(cross-posted on ao3.)
word count: ~1,900
rating: teen
warnings: cursing, fluff, reader being super moony-eyed and in love... i tried to limit the use of ‘y/n’ but there is one (1) instance of it in this
notes: reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, but they aren’t referred to too much in the third person in this... this was a request i got post-ruth e. carter’s oscar win. and—look here; i actually wrote it! miracles DO happen! never give up, kids
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Shuri’s holed up in the lab on a Thursday afternoon, puzzling over improvements for Riri’s suit when she gets your call.
Without looking up from her work, she tells Griot to accept it. “What’s good?” she greets.
“Shuri!” your voice, bright with contagious enthusiasm, filters seamlessly through. “How are you?”
“Busy with work, as always. You?”
“A little stressed, but good. Did you eat today?”
Shuri rolls her eyes. “You sound like Riri.”
“Riri cares for you,” you correct with only the gentlest note of reproof in your tone. “I do, too.” A short pause. “Granted, somewhat less than she does—”
A flush threatens to heat her cheeks. “Yes, thank you.” Riri and her are… new, still. Your relentless teasing is less so. (She’ll never admit it to you, but it warms her to the core.) “What do you want?”
“Oh, you’re no fun.”
“I’m plenty fun,” Shuri grumbles, closing out the schematic on her screen in favor of another.
“Uh-huh. Anyway, listen. I called ‘cause I wanted to ask you about something.”
“Mm?”
“Ramonda and I have plans in Wakanda this weekend. It’ll be our six month anniversary!!”
Shuri nearly chokes on air. “What ?”
“Oh. Um,” you pause, sounding taken aback. “Six months since we started dating?”
“That’s not an anniversary,” she protests weakly. She has finally looked up from her work to give her full attention, staring incredulously up at the screen display as though she’ll be able to see you if she looks hard enough.
“I guess not technically,” you concede, “but to me, it kind of is?”
“That’s the gayest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“I want to do something nice for her. I want it to be a surprise,” you prattle on as though you didn’t hear. “So I’ve got a gift and everything, but I need your help.”
Shuri blinks. “Right…”
“I know she’s got her schedule cleared for Friday at least, but could you move some things around to clear up her Saturday, too? Without telling her, that is. I want her to have as relaxing a weekend as possible. She’s earned it!”
Well. Shuri can’t very well argue with that. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“God, you’re the best,” you enthuse. “I owe you one.”
“Nah.” Shuri waves the comment away, feeling a fond grin tug at her lips in spite of herself. “We’re straight.”
A snicker from the other end. “Good one.” Then: “Alright, I’ve gotta run. Don’t work yourself too hard, yeah?”
“No promises.”
“See you this weekend!”
“See you.”
The line disconnects with a gentle noise, leaving Shuri alone in her laboratory, her brain working a hundred miles a minute.
“‘Six-month anniversary’?” she mutters to herself incredulously, then heaves a quiet sigh. “Lesbians.”
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Shuri goes straight to her mother’s quarters.
“Mother!” she calls upon entering the royal wing.
“Yes?”
The curtains are open when Shuri arrives, allowing her to stroll right in. Mother sits at her vanity, reading through a document projected onto the mirror in glowing blue script.
Mother has just barely disabled the projection with a tap to the beads encircling her wrist when Shuri announces, “Clear your schedule. And start working on a gift, while you’re at it. It’s your anniversary this weekend.”
Mother turns to look at her, features mild but incredulous. “My what?”
“Your anniversary. With Y/N.”
Mother blinks. “It has not been a year.”
“It’s your six-month anniversary.”
“The whole point of an anniversary is that it happens annually,” Mother articulates slowly, like Shuri’s an imbecile.
Shuri sighs. “This is just what gay people are like, Mother,” she explains dismissively. “They called me just now. They have plans, a gift, the whole deal.”
Silent panic flits across Mother’s face, though she’s quick to smother it—there one moment, gone the next. “Bast,” she murmurs to herself quietly, so quietly that Shuri nearly misses it.
“It’s not too late. We can still make this work,” Shuri assures her, beginning to pace. “Now. I’ve got Griot compiling all activity on their Etsy, Depop, and favorite shopping sites over the past three months. If they’ve so much as looked at anything, we’ll know. Also—” She cuts herself off at Mother’s raised hand.
“Thank you, Shuri, but no thank you,” she defers, an inscrutable look on her face. Shuri hasn’t the faintest clue what she’s thinking. “I will handle it.”
Shuri stops mid-step and turns to give her a look. “What does that mean, you’ll ‘handle it’?”
Mother doesn’t waver. “It means that I will handle it.”
“You are very confident all of a sudden,” Shuri observes, gaze narrowed. “Is it jewelry?”
“Thank you for the offer,” she reiterates firmly, turning back to her vanity and appraising her reflection with renewed (read: feigned) interest. “But I am more than capable on my own.”
As cues to leave go, this one’s not terribly overt, but Shuri gets it. She begins inching towards the door, eyeing the woman up and down all the while. “You are not the best team player, you know?”
Mother slants her a stern look. “It’s my anniversary.”
Shuri smirks. “I thought you said it wasn’t an anniversary.” She’s nearly halfway out the door now, which she thinks is probably for the best. She’s pushed her luck enough for today.
(Or has she? )
“It’s not,” Mother calls back without looking.
Shuri lingers for a moment longer, long enough to say, “If you’re thinking engagement beads, I’d dial it back a notch.”
“Shuri.”
(There. Now she’s done. )
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Time seems to flow as molasses, making you feel like a fly encased in amber until Friday. You go through the motions of everyday living, barely present, and heaven help you but it’s not for a lack of wanting to be.
But, well—you can’t help it. You’re so very excited. And nervous. And excited.
But eventually, finally, Friday arrives.
When you clock out from work, Shuri’s waiting at the curb in front of a sleek black car with gold rims. You stop by the kitchens to grab the groceries you’d prepared over the weekend and bid your coworkers adieu before heading out. Bags in hand, you manage a wave, which Shuri returns with a shallow nod even as she continues speaking to someone in her ear. Riri, probably.
It’s a short drive to the warehouse, where you’ll board a Talon Fighter to fly the rest of the way. You know the drill; you’ve done it quite enough over the past 6 months. You’re content to tune out Shuri’s end of her conversation as she speeds down the freeway, wind in your hair and the sun on your face.
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When you arrive in Birnin Zana, it’s mid-afternoon.
You’re early. Ramonda will be in meetings for the next couple hours, but that’s all according to plan. You accompany Shuri to her lab to drop your things, chatting mindlessly all the while, before making your way over towards the kitchens.
The plan is clear in your thoughts, the recipes practically burned into your brain. You’ve been practicing for weeks, now—madombi and chicken groundnut stew. Ramonda’s favorite entrée alongside the flavorful stew she’s always professed to love. You’re no slouch at cooking, but you want it to be perfect. Only the best for her.
As you wash and rinse your hands thoroughly in preparation, you hail Griot. “Griot, bud, will you put my playlist on? The cooking one?”
Griot—bless him—obliges.
Falling into the motions is a pleasantly diverting task—browning the chicken, sautéeing the vegetables, kneading the fresh dough. The music is a constant aid, and the scents that permeate the air are immensely comforting in their familiarity. Minutes turn to an hour, then two; you hardly notice. You’re laser-focused on the task at hand, intent on making it all perfect—or as perfect as perfect gets, anyhow.
You don’t notice the clock striking 6:00pm, or the way Griot’s speakers lower their volume to accommodate—
A yelp leaves your throat as sure arms curl ‘round your waist and warmth presses into you from behind.
“S’thandwa,” Ramonda murmurs into your neck, her lips warm where they brush your thrumming pulse point. Gods above. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
Willing your thundering heart rate to slow, you let out a breathy huff and allow yourself to melt in the familiar embrace. “A bit,” you divulge, inhaling deeply to catch her scent—shea butter and lavender incense and her, her, her. “I suppose I lost track of time.”
Ramonda’s arms tighten ever-so-slightly at that, her thumbs stroking the juts of your hipbones in something like apology. “Mm,” she hums. “You’ve been busy.”
Affection blooms in your chest, warm and big and true. “I wanted to do something special.” Your breath catches in your throat as you turn to face her.
She’s divested her isicholo for the evening, leaving springy, short-trimmed strands of platinum-blonde on display. A deep purple halter gown frames her elegant figure, its corset clinging to her like a second skin. Her makeup is light today—lips painted a deep, rosewood red; eyelids accentuated with black liner and dusky eyeshadow. It’s a simpler ensemble than those she’ll don on any other day; the diminished tension in her shoulders is evidence of that.
It matters not; the effect is the same. You are absolutely enamored of her.
“Darling,” Ramonda’s low, bemused voice draws your attention. “You’re staring,” she admonishes, guiding your gaping mouth shut with a gentle touch. The twitch in painted lips betrays her amusement.
You don’t have an answer for that—no witty retort, no comeback, nothing. You lace your arms around her shoulders until you can clasp your hands at her nape, voicing, “Can I kiss you?”
Ramonda presses her lips to yours in lieu of answer, all slow and gentle and mild until it’s not—until her kiss turns insistent and you’re parting your mouth to let her in, dragging your tongue against hers, nipping at her lower lip to coax forth a shuddering exhale. Arousal sparks a lit match in your belly, burning a fiery trail from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.
It takes all your will (and then some) to pull away, but you manage it. Heat prickles along your skin. “Right, so…” you trail off breathlessly, chest heaving. “I made dinner.”
Ramonda chuckles, dark eyes alight with mischief and want. Her lipstick is barely smudged, but you’ll take what you can get. “Is that madombi I smell?”
A broad, bashful grin splits your features at the hopeful lilt to her tone. “Maybe.”
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Dinner is everything you hoped it would be. The madombi comes out perfect; the stew is even better. With the table set, candles lit, you usher Ramonda over. She brushes a kiss to your cheek when you pull out the chair for her, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you, baby” that makes you choke on air.
Flustered beyond belief, you scurry back into the kitchen to whip up mojitos—one of two cocktails you can actually make—for the pair of you before taking them to the table. Ramonda accepts hers with a pleased hum.
With steam rising from both dishes and nothing left to fuss over, you take your seat, too.
“Shall we?”
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end notes:
i enjoyed writing the dynamic between shuri and ramonda, and also shuri and reader. did my lil heart some good
anyways. love to receive requests and then just vibe with them for months before actually sort of doing them... like to be clear, mostly, requests end up going unfulfilled due to my selective writing preferences and ever-limited time. but i stand by my mission to populate the ramonda x reader tag—singlehandedly, if need be!
s’thandwa | love, sweetheart
sources:
queen ramonda | an additional source to inform upon ramonda’s character and canonical background... it seems she comes from south africa in the comics, and considering the use of isiXhosa in the cinematic ‘verse, i’ve decided to write her using the corresponding terminology when necessary
traditional south african dress | i used this in my previous ramonda fic in order to determine the implications of the traditional south african headpieces, as i understand the isicholo worn by queen ramonda is typically worn by married women in south africa, and i didn’t know if i wanted to have her be married or not in this. but as i understand it, her headdresses (in the 2nd film in particular) are also worn to indicate her queenly status, so i kept it
royal talon fighter (wakandan aircraft) | the wakandan aircraft in which shuri and reader travel to wakanda. appears in black panther, avengers: endgame, and black panther: wakanda forever.
“illuminated signs: style and meaning in the beadwork of the xhosa- and zulu-speaking peoples” | an article from african arts (vol. 36, issue 3) by gary van wyk. an interesting insight into exactly what it says on the tin!
chicken groundnut stew | typically attributed to west africa, though several variations exist across the continent. ingredients often include chicken legs, peanut butter, sweet potato, garlic, and ginger, among others.
madombi | traditional african steamed dumplings. the link leads to a youtube video demonstrating the process!
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Sure Looks Strange to Me I
You met Emerald Haywood purely by chance. You didn’t expect to go through a near death experience with her but stranger things have happened.
WARNINGS: Mature, NOPE spoilers, swearing, crude jokes, drug use (weed), death mention, suggestive language, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), this story is lesbian so yes the relationship moves very fast for no reason, written like a romcom, not proofread
Dividers by: Firefly-Graphics
Part 1 Part 2
“Hey! I’m gonna need help setting these cameras up”
“Why can’t Nessie help?”
“Because she’s retail plus you’re the only other person who knows the system like I do”
“Come on Angel I’m off in 30 minutes” you reasoned. It’d been a long day of monotonous transactions and backroom stocking. There was nothing more you wanted to do than go home and get some much needed rest.
“Dude, stop being a crybaby and just help me out. You can write it off as overtime. Plus you’ve been talking about wanting the new AirPods” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, trying his hardest to sell you on this.
“Ew stop it” you laughed “let’s just get this over with” Angel shot you an appreciative smile as he exited the backroom. You followed behind your coworker turned best friend already counting down the minutes until you were back home and in bed.
After you helped Angel load the newly purchased camera system in the company owned van you two were off.
“…I mean she didn’t even call me after. Not even for the final closure fuck” Angel slammed his hand against the leather steering wheel. The two of you had been driving for almost an hour out to the Haywood ranch. Angel spent maybe 15 minutes of that talking about UFO’s and the rest of the time crying over his ex.
“Dude you complained about her every. day.” you loved your best friend but boy was he delusional. His tumultuous relationship with his now ex-girlfriend was anything but happy. You silently wondered why he was grieving its end so hard. You looked to him — maybe he wasn’t delusional. Maybe he was just in love. What’s the difference anyway?
“Yeah but she was the one” he exclaimed once again “what great couple doesn’t go through shit. Look at Beyoncé and Jay-Z!”
“They’re millionaires! They can afford to be unhappy.”
“Ah you don’t get it” he grumbled gripping the steering wheel. After a beat of silence he turned to you and opened his mouth once again “do you think these guys are in a UFO hotspot?”
“What?” you turned from your phone looking at him incredulously “is that what they told you?”
“They didn’t tell me”
“Oh…”
“But they ‘told’ me alright”
“Dude.”
He clamped his mouth shut settling back in his seat.
“I don’t know I’ve got a feeling” he added “plus I trust them”
“Yeah me too could you turn the radio on?” you asked before stifling your laughter. He shot you a look that said ‘stop being mean to me’. You patted his shoulder in reassurance “love ya dude.”
“Yeah yeah” he quirked a smile “when we get abducted you won’t be laughing.” Angel never held grudges or took things too seriously. That’s probably why your friendship had lasted so long.
After a short stretch of silence he eventually began drumming his hands on the wheel to the song playing on the radio.
“You’re a strange animal…” he hummed “hey you remember this song? Gordy’s home theme song”
“What?“ you didn’t bother looking from your phone this time.
“Aw come on. You’re a strange animal that’s what I know” he excitedly continued “with Jupe from Kid Sheriff”
“I was born this century you know?”
“You’re just uncultured”
“Nobody remembers that show man” you laughed going back to your word scrabble app.
The two of you soon turned down a long stretch of dirt road. Down the long and winding pathway a sizable house peaked into view. It sat smack dab in the middle of a substantial piece of land.
“Okay, now be on the lookout for UFO’s” Angel muttered eyes to the sky. You quietly laughed at your friend remembering just how much you loved him and his quirks.
You and Angel had known each other since middle school. You both decided early on that the two of you were going to be glued at the hip. You just worked together. It made sense.
He was the first person you told about your sexuality. You half expected him to change or to say something weirdly sexual like most boys that age, but he only smiled. His freshmen face stretched around his newly acquired braces and with a simple sentence he whisked away all of your anxieties.
“Who do you think can kiss the most girls by the end of the year, you or me?”
It was history from there. He won by the way.
That memory was just a fading melody that echoed in the back of your mind from time to time. Your friendship had been through much more since then. From pointless fights to late night bonding. At some points the two of you spent so much time with each other that you couldn’t stand each other. Nonetheless you were like siblings in every sense of the word. You couldn’t live with him and you couldn’t live without him. You liked to think he felt the same about you.
As Angel unloaded the truck you were caught up staring up at a cloud that wasn’t moving. And no you weren’t bugging, the shit literally wasn’t moving. It was standing still amongst the other clouds, like a fixture.
“Imma pop out” you faintly heard behind you.
After a few more minutes you weren’t alone anymore.
“Like the view?”
You turned to the person who spoke. She smiled at you once you made eye contact.
“I uh” you turned back to the cloud before shaking your head and looking to the client “I apologize. Um yes its beautiful Ms. Haywood”
You took her soft hand in yours noting how firm her handshake was. She didn’t let you go as you you took a step down from the rock you’d been standing on.
“No need to apologize pretty lady” she quirked a smile at you “and Em is fine”.
You felt warm all over as her eyes trailed your movements. You looked to your hands surprised to see that they were still connected. You shyly pulled your hand back and flexed your fingers. They tingled — you already missed the warmth Em’s hand gave you.
“I better go help Angel”
“Dudes weird” she said with no real heat behind her words.
“Yeah but he’s my weirdo” You continued your walk towards Angel who was using the dolly to move the camera equipment inside the clients house. Mr. Haywood led the way.
“What’d you mean by that?” She asked stopping in her tracks.
You glanced behind you before eventually coming to a stop and turning fully towards her.
You took note of how she looked. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts that showed off her legs. A bit of sweat was gathering at the collar of her Coyote top. You couldn’t help the feeling of fondness blossoming within you as you surveyed the sight before you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. Like calling the stranger who was also a client cute.
“Im sorry?”
She chuckled to herself taking a few steps towards you. You stayed put, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You thought you caught a glimpse of an object darting behind a cloud but Em’s voice brought you back down to earth.
“Is he your friend, boyfriend… life partner?”
It took you longer than you’d like to admit to catch her subtlety. It was so obvious now. Everything about her was calling out to you. Pulling you closer. You soon realized why she wanted to know the information so timely.
“Oh” you laughed nervously “he’s uh my friend”
“Just friends” she raised her eyebrows eyeing you from head to toe. The hot drag of her gaze down your body took your breath away. “that’s great news!”
“Why is that?” You coyly questioned, looking up at her from under your lashes.
“Because” she simply stated. Her knowing smile and charming eyes filled you with desire. Before you knew it she was turning away to walk to her truck.
“Because?” you called behind her not bothering to follow.
“Because I wanna be your friend too” she called back without turning around.
“Cryptic” you replied through a surprised laugh. She threw a peace sign behind her before hopping in the Haywood truck and driving away.
“Hey are you gonna keep flirting or help me with this?” Angel teased. His words didn’t deter you from longingly staring at the flying dust Em left behind.
“I wasn’t flirting” you retorted feeling your face heat up.
After installing the system Angel and Oj, who asked you to not call him Mr. Haywood, took to the grounds to adjust the cameras. You watched curiously from the computer room as the bright blue sky came into view. You hummed curiously wondering why Oj had you and your friend carry out the peculiar request.
There was that cloud again. In full view not moving an inch. You peered closer to the screen trying to see some form of movement. Anything to show that the cloud was real and you weren’t going crazy.
“Havin’ fun” you jumped out of your skin at the unexpected visitor. Whipping your head around a flutter of butterflies erupted in your belly as you seen the younger Haywood smiling at you.
“I uh sorry I was just making sure the cameras were set up correctly”
“Why are you apologizing” she chuckled stepping closer to you “it’s your job, no?”
“Uh yes it is my job” you scratched the back of your ear nervously turning back to the monitors. You heard her steps near you until she stood next to you.
“What’s up there?” You eventually asked turning to her. You were surprised to find her eyes already on you.
“Who knows” she finally ripped her gaze from you and to the monitors “but we gone find out”
You raised an eyebrow wondering if Angel wasn’t so crazy after all. What are the odds that these strangers are also looking up searching for more.
“Angel thinks you guys are in a ufo hot spot” you laughed but soon faltered when you realized she want joining in “holy shit are you guys?”
The younger Haywood laughed a bit before shrugging and looking back to the monitors. She squinted her eyes searching for something. You assumed she searched for what you were searching for.
You watched her. It was kind of hard not to. There was something about her. Something that piqued your interest. You wanted to bury your nose in her fluffy hair and inhale her scent. You wanted to kiss her soft neck and hear what sounds she made. You wanted to taste her lips. God did you want her lips. You drunk her in, staring at the long expansion of her neck when someone interrupted your fascinated stare.
“Hey it’s time to head out”
You turned to Angel who looked at you like he’d just caught you red handed. His teasing smile made your face heat up in embarrassment.
“Leaving already?” Em questioned turning back to you a frown on her face “that was quick”
You decided not to mention how it took about an hour to get everything set up. But she was gone for most of the set up so there was no real way she’d be able to know.
“She’ll take your number” Angel interjected, already grabbing your phone from your back pocket. He ignored your hushed protests and handed your device (unlocked) to Em who chuckled at the two of you. You resisted the urge to sink to the floor as she winked at you.
“Thank you Angel” she smiled to you as she handed the phone back to him “I’ll be in touch”
“Sounds good” you squeaked before grabbing your phone and scurrying to the waiting van. Once inside you exhaled finally getting a good look at the newly acquired contact.
Em Haywood ❤️🐎
“Those guys are kinda dicks” Angel said once he closed his car door “if they don’t give me a good review Al is gonna be on my ass”
“Hey I’ve been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes. What took so long? Also, since when do you care what our manager thinks?”
“They needed help setting up a decoy for horse training or some shit” he shrugged pulling out of the driveway “and I care about what Al thinks since he threatened to fire me if I got one more bad review”
“You just talk too much” you snickered teasing him.
“What am I supposed to do? Sit there in silence and work?”
“Uh yes?”
“At least I’m not like you. Trying to get laid on the job”
“I was not”
“Dude you were looking at her like you wanted to go down on her”
“Jesus Christ angel”
“What?” He laughed narrowly dodging your playful shoulder slap “if it makes you feel any better she looked at you the exact same way”
“Well that’s good to know” you sarcastically retorted “I don’t even think she’s gonna text-“
Ding!
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘So when can I see your pretty self again?’
“Don’t tell me that’s the carpet muncher”
“Shut up” you landed your shoulder slap this time “are you even allowed to say that?”
“Hey!” he swerved a bit before straightening the van back up “also, yes my best friend is a lesbian I get a pass or two”
“She asked when can she see me again” you smiled down at your phone.
“Tell her tonight”
“No” you scoffed “I don’t wanna seem too desperate”
“But you are…” he raised an eyebrow to you.
“Look at the road dude” you sighed when he complied “I am ugh I don’t know”
“Just say tonight. It’s okay, she’s the one who text you first. Plus we left her house like 15 minutes ago. If anything it’s her that’s desperate”
“Okay okay okay” you worried your bottom lip as you hesitantly typed a reply.
You: ‘How about tonight?’
“If she thinks I’m a creep you’re dead”
“You’re awesome nobody will think you’re a creep” Angel promised.
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘Sounds good. Come over to mine?’
You: ‘See you after 7?’
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘See you then 🤩’
You stayed mostly silent the rest of the car ride; occasionally cracking a joke with Angel or singing along to a song on the radio. Truthfully, you were in a daze.
It was strange actually. How could a girl you’d met an hour ago and who you exchanged barley 10 words with have you so hung up and nervous. There was something different about this one. Or maybe you were becoming delusional like Angel and his ex.
“Dude you are the worst when you have a crush” your best friend teased as you pulled back into Fry’s Electronics “you’ve been giving googly eyes to your phone since she text you”
“Do you think her strap is big?”
“Okay this conversation is over” he waved you off ignoring your delighted laughter.
You cursed quietly to yourself as you pulled up to the Haywood ranch. So many things rushed through your head. Anxiety had you strung tight, how long would it be before you snapped? You had the right to be anxious after all. You were in the middle of nowhere meeting up with a stranger who was probably going to kill you. You barley even thought this through. Why do pretty girls render you useless?
What if she’s a bad person? She could have lured many unsuspecting girls here. With her undeniable charm and convincing smile, she could’ve convinced you to do anything.
What if she thinks you’re a bad person? Or worse, boring. You placed your hand on the gearshift contemplating putting the car in reverse and hightailing it out of there, never to return. The generic jingle of your ringtone snapped you from your thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Don’t do it” Angel said without even greeting you.
“What are you talking about?” You took your hand from the gearshift and leaned back in your chair.
“I know you and I know you’re thinking about not going in right now”
“How did you know that?”
“Because I know you!”
“I can’t do this Angel” you confessed “I’m too nervous I don’t wanna embarrass myself”
“See now that’s literally impossible. You’d embarrass yourself by not walking in that house.” He was right. You hated when he was right. “Just talk to her about movies, you love movies”
“I don’t wanna talk her ear off.”
“It’s a first date who cares?”
“Date?” You shrieked “this is not a date!”
“You’re so bad at this.”
“I can’t do this, nah” you mulled over your choices: you can either go in and embarrass yourself or leave and embarrass yourself “Nope.”
“You didn’t even give yourself a chance” he offered “give yourself a chance”
“But what if it goes wrong”
“Let’s make a deal in 15 minutes I’ll call you and give you an excuse to leave if it’s going good just stay! Simple”
“Simple…” you nodded “okay yeah sounds good I’ll just do that” you took your keys out of the ignition “15 minutes Angel.”
“15 minutes and I’ll E.T phone home you”
You stopped your movements “you know you can just say phone home I know what the reference is”
“Of course you do…” your friends voice dipped out. The lights in your car dimmed until you were shrouded in darkness. You whipped your head around as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Something within you stirred, somehow you knew you weren’t safe in that moment. It felt almost like a centuries long instinct within you was rising up. Telling you to get out of there. You breathed out slowly searching for the newcomer, you were quickly realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. The warm glow from the house became more and more muted until darkness overtook the structure. The incessant low buzz of electricity was absent. The emptiness of the countryside made the ringing silence all the more noticeable.
You took a shaky breath as you gripped your keys, ignoring the sharp metal digging into your palms. The dirt beneath your feet sunk under your weight as you stepped out of your car and surveilled your surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but darkness.
After a beat the house began emitting a warm glow lighting the area enough for you to see Em standing on the porch.
You faintly felt the vibrations of your phone turning back on.
“I thought I heard somebody out here”
“The power went out?” You sauntered over to her taking in how cute she looked under the stars.
“Yeah it does that sometimes” she supplied before turning back to the house. You shook your head ridding your mind of the odd occurrence and stepped into the antique house behind Em. The two of you soon stood before a liquor cabinet “would you like a drink? I got bourbon, tequila, vodka…”
You eyed the wooden cabinet before you as Em grabbed a couple of glasses and ice.
“I don’t really drink” you hummed turning to the girl as she sat the glasses on the table.
“I got weed” she tried.
Your matched smiles led the two of you to standing in a random room upstairs listening to records with the window open.
She took a long drag before handing the joint to you. She eyed whatever it was outside of her window as you stared at a poster on her wall.
“That horse is just hard headed” she shook her head as she sucked her teeth “I just wanna know how that nigga got out”
“How many horses y’all got?”
“Shit I don’t know at this point. Oj dumbass stay selling my daddy’s horses”
Your gaze was kept on the poster showing a clip of their great great great grandfather on a horse. Em gave you the rundown of her family as she rolled the joint the two of you were smoking.
You were so distracted that you hadn’t realized your companion moving from the window to the space just behind you. You felt a comforting heat radiating from her body as she lightly pressed against the back of you. Her hand stretched past you and pointed to one of the frames.
“Allegedly this frame got fucked up, but they decided to keep it in” her breath brushed against your sensitive ears. She smelled like vanilla and cherries mixed with fresh wood and weed. You deeply inhaled letting her scent intoxicate you. You slowly turned around, words dying on your lips finding her closer than you expected. Her nose brushed against yours as her hands softly gripped your hips.
Her lips were as soft as they looked you realized once they covered yours. She breathed you in, pulling you closer than you were before. Your begging hands tangled in her fro as you repeated her movements and pulled her closer. Electricity surged down your body as she walked you back to the waiting bed. The two of you refused to pull away from each other as your back pressed against the cold plush linen. Your mouths continued moving against each other — soft wet tongues massaging the other. Her kiss was so passionate it felt as if she was stealing the oxygen from your body. But you weren’t complaining. She briefly pulled away, her chest heaving as she took you in.
“I’m sorry I just-“ she cut herself off pressing her mouth back against yours. Her skilled tongue slipped into your mouth once again, this time with more vigor. Your bodies pressed heatedly against each other as your heartbeats began drumming in tandem. You could taste her desperation you could feel her desperation as her hands began pulling your shirt up. Her warm hands lingered on your belly, she ran her finger tips across your warm skin. Butterflies fluttered in their wake. Her sensual touch dragged across your belly before moving up to your breast.
A melodic sound filtered through the air. It pulled you from the pleasure you were receiving but only for a second. Soon the sound was gone and you were plunged back into the promise land of bliss. She didn’t waste time going back to feeling every exposed part of you. Her hand slipped under your bralette. Warm fingers brushed against your nipples making them hard. A long awaited moan climbed up your throat. She smiled against your lips.
I smiled once again hearing your desperate moans fill the air. They sounded like music and I was prepared to listen to your song forever. You felt so right beneath me. Like you were meant to be there.
I couldn’t help myself from trailing my lips down to your waiting neck. Inhaling the sweet scent you gave me only made my panties grow wetter in anticipation. I resisted the urge to grind my hips down against yours. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t searching for some sort of relief. From the moment I saw you standing there staring off into the clouds I knew I had to be near you. I had to say something to you or I feared the moment would have passed me by.
My phone began ringing again. This time I groaned in frustration, pulling away from my honey suckle I put my phone to my ear.
“What?”
“There is a bug on camera 1”
“What?” I rolled my eyes as I realized what the peculiar tech guy meant “man I told you to stop watching our shit”
I stood up shooting an apologetic look to you. You only shook your head a bashful smile on your face. I watched as you sat up and straightened your shirt then you moved to fixing your hair. We’d only been kissing for 5 minutes and you already looked fucked out. I wanted to see how you’d look after I had my way with you. Showing you just how much I like you. Showing you how pretty you are to me.
“Yeah but camera two is out” he exclaimed nervously “like ancient fucking aliens out”
“Shit!” My heart dropped to my stomach as I sprinted out of the room only Oj on my mind.
You could only sit and watch as Em abruptly left the room phone in hand. You wanted to be angry but there was something in her voice that made an uneasy feeling stir in your body.
Staring out of the window you saw what looked like sand and dust falling from the sky… or being sucked up into it. No. That can’t be it.
You squinted your eyes trying to catch a better glimpse. Em’s vocie echoed from outside.
“OJ ITS IN THE CLOUDS” her urgency startled you “RUN OJ RUN!” She continued with renewed exclamation.
Fear circle your body as you watched Oj run away from something you couldn’t quite see. Whatever it was it was big. It was angry and it was trying to suck Oj up into the sky.
You stood frozen watching the scene before you play out. Surely you had to be hallucinating. Were you simply sleep deprived. Was the weed you smoked laced with a foreign substance?
You didn’t have the chance to puzzle together what you were seeing because you were soon blacking out.
“Shit is she okay?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know I ain’t a doctor” Em brushed some of your hair back “first fine girl I get back to the ranch and this bullshit”
“We need to wake her up somehow” Oj’s gruff voice vibrates your ears.
“I’m gonna go get some wet towels”
A sharp pain shot through your head. Bright light poured into your retinas making a pain you never felt before rush through your head.
“Em come back she’s waking up”
“I’m coming I’m coming”
You groaned watching as 3 Oj’s changed to 2 then eventually 1. Em soon came into view. She dabbed your forehead with a cold wet towel.
“You okay pretty girl?” She frowned continuing her actions.
“Angel” you muttered.
“That’s cute she thinks I’m an angel” Em cooed, her eyes growing soft as she felt her heart melt.
“Angel” you groaned again still struggling to regain consciousness. Your phone was vibrating off the hook. No doubt it was Angel calling to check on you.
“I think she talkin’ about Angel”
“Oh.”
You dragged your phone from your back pocket and wearily dragged your finger across the screen to accept his call.
“Oh my god you’re alive!”
“Did you get that on film?” You croaked eager to see if your friend had also witnessed the spectacle.
“No. There was a fucking praying mantis!” He replied.
“Fuck.”
#idk if I’m gonna do another part this lowkey turned out longer than I wanted lol#i would’ve posted it 3 days ago but I keep adding and editing lol#this story kinda has more reader x angel#not intentionally I just love writing friends#i love a good bestie relationship in a fic idk do y’all?#i had to physically stop myself from editing this#Em Haywood#Emerald ‘Em’ Haywood#NOPE#Angel#OJ Haywood#NOPE spoilers#em haywood x reader#em haywood x fem!reader#black!fem!reader#keke palmer#I feel like she lurks so if you come across this gif I love you and I’m free on Saturday nights#i wasn’t gonna do part 2#but I realize that reader didn’t really go through a near death experience with em like the description says
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some of my fav quotes from zar’s fics (with no context) pt.1
(spoiler free) JUST LOVERS edition
- “Don’t mistake my incredulity with curiosity. I’m just appalled by your audacity, and I’m beginning to question your intelligence.” - Regulus Black
Act One, Part One
- “Because of course, there’s another problem. Isn’t there always?”
Act One, Part One
- “James wants to bang his head against a wall.”
Act One, Part One
- “I’m afraid you’re surrounded by a bunch of queers, James,” Mary informs him solemnly.
Act One, Part Two
- “There’s a cardinal rule to never direspect Remus’ jumpers.”
Act One, Part Two
- “Who cares about the labors of Hercules, yeah? Give me love and death. That speaks to me.” - Regulus Black
Act One, Part Two
- “Do you have bad days?” “Oh Potter,” Regulus says softly, “I have bad weeks.”
Act One, Part Two
- “I’m not not gay.” - James Potter
Act One, Part Three.
- “Sirius ‘Jealousy’ Black is about to hit the roof.”
Act One, Part Four.
- “He [Regulus Black] is so, so painfully gay.”
Act Two, Part One.
- “Your cock unfortunately points directly to Potter like a needle on a compass and he’s your North.” - Dorcas Meadowes.
Act Two, Part One.
- “A big, gay disaster.” - Dorcas Meadowes.
Act Two, Part One.
- “James says, which makes absolutely zero sense.”
Act Two, Part Two.
- “Five points to Slytherin, Mr. Rosier, for enduring such a shit father.” - James Potter.
Act Two, Part Three.
- “Who the fuck is Zar, and why are they eating mice?” Peter sputters.”
Act Three, Part One.
- “Regulus knows she thinks he’s a whore.”
Act Three, Part Two.
- “We need a club,” James announces. “A queer club of some sort.” “Isn’t that just you and your group of friends, Potter?”
Act Three, Part Three.
- “Mm, well, if I’ve learned nothing else, it’s that life won’t clear its schedule for you to adjust to new traumas.” - Regulus Black
Act Three, Part Four.
- “Lily had been briefly turned into a duck, though she’s changed back now.”
Act Three, Part Four.
- “Mate, you’re late for class and the dorm is on fire,” Remus says.
Act Four, Part One.
- “That’s what Effie and Monty did, if you think about it. They steal children all the time, so it’s alright.”
Act Four, Part Three.
- “Regulus anwers, because he’s a lying liar who lies.”
Act Five, Part Four.
- “She can’t be blamed; she’s a lesbian.”
Act Six, Part One.
#maraudersera#just lovers#quotes#zeppazariel#zar is very funny#out of context#jegulus#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#dorlene#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon#marily#mary mcdonald#lily evans#marauders#slytherin skittles#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#pandora lovegood#humour
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Kiss me Deadly
Rating: E // ao3 link // Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 //Post S4, Eddie lives, Idiots to lovers, Miscommunication, “practice” kissing
Steve doesn’t know what the hell he was thinking Friday night. At first it seemed like a good idea. Eddie got some experience under his belt and Steve got to kiss Eddie. Win-win. Except, it wasn’t. Not really. He couldn’t believe Eddie actually agreed to his idea in the first place.
Steve had been crushing on Eddie for months now. Probably longer. Probably for as long as he’d known him. The weeks he’d spent taking care of Eddie after he got out of the hospital really forced him to face those feelings. Getting to help and be there as him and his uncle slowly filled their new home up with life just cemented things even further. And man, had he fallen hard since. Every little thing Eddie did drove him nuts. It didn’t help that this was his first real crush since realizing he was into guys, too. He’s known that for a little over a year now. It took him a few lengthy and panicked discussions with Robin late at night but he got there.
Now in retrospect he realizes he probably had a bit of a crush on Tommy growing up, hence the ‘practice’ kissing. Maybe even on Jonathan. At the very least Steve was projecting when he’d called him a queer. And don’t even get him started on whatever the fresh fuck was going on with Billy. What an asshole. A hot asshole, but still an asshole. Those crushes weren’t anything like this, though. This was overwhelming, all encompassing, and certain where those were either passive and exploring or downright toxic and violent.
Now that he had kissed Eddie he just wanted more. But Eddie couldn’t possibly want that, right? I mean, there was no way Steve was his type. Eddie probably wanted someone like him. Someone all chains and leather and ink. Plus, Steve was the one who had said it was ‘just practice’ or whatever. Then he had gone and made it even worse by calling Eddie baby without thinking about it. Now he’s spiraling more and more on his mistakes and how he could have totally ruined this friendship that means so much to him and—
“Hey, dingus. What’s with your face?”
Robin’s voice startles Steve out of his panic. She’s got half a twizzler in her hand and a concerned furrow to her brow. Family Video’s been dead for the last half hour or so. Steve sighs and chugs the rest of his shitty lukewarm coffee before tossing it in the bin. Well, he aims for it anyway. He misses. Then he sighs again and picks it up to toss it in like it personally offended him. Which it did.
“Nothing. Well, not nothing. It’s— I’m— ugh.” he tries before giving up and putting his face in his hands.
“Is it Eddie again?” Robin asks in a tone that is all thinning patience but still also full of love somehow.
“Yeah.”
“I really think you should just tell him. Every time you’re together he looks at you like you hung the fucking moon and—”
“No, he doesn’t.” Steve interrupts but his words are a little muffled by his hands.
Robin looks like she really wants to keep going but she holds her tongue.
He finally wipes his hands down and away from his face. Steels a twizzler. Pops it in his mouth. He doesn’t even like twizzlers; he just needs something to do.
“I can’t just tell him Rob. Especially not after I— after we… ” he trails off. Groans again. Goes back to chewing and rewinding ‘Fast Times’.
“What happened?”
“You’re gonna laugh and I don’t think I can handle that right now.”
“I won’t laugh.”
Steve looks up at Robin skeptically. She crosses her heart and holds out her pinkie.
“Promise.”
Steve takes her pinky and then stares at the VCR in front of him. Takes a deep breath.
“We… kissed.”
“What!?” she squawks, nearly choking.
“As like practice, though!”
The look she gives him is so incredulous he doesn’t even have to see it in more than his periphery to feel it’s strength.
“Again I ask, what!?”
He sighs and gives her the, lesbian friendly, run down of Friday night. He doesn’t want to make her throw up. Well, say she’s gonna throw up.
There’s a heavy beat of silence before Robin breaks it.
“Steve…” she starts but has to stop to cover her mouth and hide an obvious bubble of laughter.
“You said you wouldn’t laugh! Are pinky promises not even sacred anymore?” Steve exclaims and finally looks at her again, arms outstretched.
“I’m not laughing, I’m not. You’re both just so… just so…”
“What?”
“Dumb!” she finally spits out.
Steve visibly deflates and Robin sighs. She places her hand on his arm and when she speaks again her tone is a lot softer.
“You both clearly like each other a lot. If I’m wrong then… worse that happens is you’re a little awkward around each other for a while.”
Steve takes a deep breath and shoves ‘Rumble Fish’ in the machine. It whirs to life again and he feels sick to his stomach.
——
Steve didn’t see much of Eddie again until that following weekend. They were both curled up on Eddie’s couch passing a joint back and forth Saturday night. Him and Wayne’s new house had quickly filled with character after they’d moved in. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just a cozy thing with one floor, two beds and two baths. But Eddie said it beat the hell out of living in their old trailer. Wayne was a pretty stoic man in general but he seemed excited at the idea of having his own bedroom again and space for gardening.
Steve was just getting lost in memories of the day he helped them move in when Eddie interrupted his thoughts.
“You know something I’ve always wanted to try?”
Eddie’s eyes were already drooping low and the beginnings of cotton mouth were clearly setting in. Steve wasn’t faring any better.
“What?”
The lazy, mischievous smile on Eddie’s face should have been the first warning. Steve was too relaxed and warm to notice, though.
“Shotgunning.” Eddie answered, passing the joint back over to Steve again.
Steve scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.
“Like with beer?” he questioned before blowing his hit towards the open windows behind them.
“No. Like with smoke. It’s usually just an excuse to kiss, I think. Seems hot, though.”
“Ohhh.” Steve added intelligently. He’s pretty sure he’s seen people doing that at parties before.
A moment of silence passed between them. Well, as silent as it could be with Rocky Horror Picture Show playing on the TV in front of them and the wind picking up outside. There was a storm brewing in the humid summer air. Steve could feel Eddie looking at him as he tried to keep his gaze glued to the movie. He knew what question was coming next and he was dreading it as much as he was craving it.
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
“You wanna try it?” Eddie asked.
Fuck. Say no. You have to say no.
“Yeah, sure.”
Fuck! That wasn’t a no!
Eddie lit up at that and swung his legs off of Steve. Then he patted his lap with his left hand. He looked like something out of Steve’s wettest nightmare. Legs spread wide, one hand on his thigh with the other comfortably rested on the arm rest. Joint pinched between his fingers. Lazy, gorgeous grin still on his face.
“C’mere then.”
He was an almost perfect mirror of Steve last weekend. What else could Steve do but crawl to him like a dog?
Once he was sitting in Eddie’s lap comfortably enough Eddie squeezed his thigh and brought the joint to his mouth.
“Ready?” he asked, voice gone just soft enough to make Steve squirm.
“Yeah.”
Eddie took his hit and then held it before reaching for Steve’s neck. Steve met him halfway and breathed in what Eddie breathed out.
It probably should have felt gross, breathing in someone's smoky exhale like that. It wasn’t. It was mind numbingly hot. When their lips touched Steve groaned and closed the distance. They kissed like that for a bit until Eddie pulled away.
“Sorry, sorry. Let me just…” he apologized hurriedly.
Steve was worried at first but after Eddie stubbed out the joint he was leaning back in immediately. Steve reluctantly insisted they drink some water before they continue, though.
“Mouths should never be this dry.” Eddie had said before Steve slowly smacked his mouth open and they both fell into a fit of giggles at how gross it sounded.
After sucking down some water and a sour gummy or two, their kisses grew heavy again like the weekend before. This time they were a bit slower. Still just as deep and filthy, though. Steve was so high that everywhere they touched felt like fire.
Eddie eventually pulled away just far enough to catch his breath and rest his forehead against Steve’s.
“Fuck, this feels so good. Never kissed anyone while high before.” Eddie practically purred, barely above a whisper.
Steve wanted to tease him by saying something like, ‘You’ve never kissed anyone at all before me.’ but he couldn’t. Not with Eddie’s hands traveling their way all over Steve’s back and arms and the tops of his thighs. He was too far gone to even feel embarrassed over his slight trembling.
“Me neither. Not like this.”
Eddie’s voice sounded more nervous when he spoke again.
“Do you wanna keep going?”
Steve knew he should say no. He should stop this like he did last time but he can’t. He wants this. Even if it will hurt him later.
In lieu of words he grabs Eddie’s stupid pretty face and starts kissing him again. The pleased little hum Eddie gives him in response is like music to Steve’s ears. He loses all sense of time after that. They’re both reduced to groaning and grinding against each other like animals when the rain finally starts.
They continue like that for what could have been minutes or hours for all Steve knows. Then the storm really starts to pick up outside and the power goes out. They pull apart and look around at their surroundings briefly before locking eyes. Eddie looks so nice bathed in the bluish light coming in from the windows. Steve can just barely make out the shadows of rain drops dancing on his skin.
They both start up a fit of breathless giggles again and Steve wipes his hands down his face. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hips tighter as if he doesn’t want him to move. After a few moments of catching their breath and listening to the heavy downpour of rain Eddie speaks again.
“I should close the windows.”
Thunder booms somewhere in the distance.
“Yeah, yeah. You should.” Steve huffs out through a small laugh.
Eddie slowly lets up his grip on Steve’s waist and Steve stands on shaking legs to help him shut the windows. The rain is a bit muffled now but still pretty loud.
They make decently quick work of cleaning up. Eddie nearly trips over the hallway rug in the dark and they both start laughing again. To both their surprise the power kicks back on and Eddie turns off the TV.
“Come on, let’s go to my room.”
Steve follows him while clinging to his fresh glass of ice water like an anchor. Once they’re in Eddie’s room Steve closes the door. Eddie starts to strip down to his boxers like he normally does for bed. Steve averts his gaze and chugs some more water before doing the same.
Steve loves Eddie’s room. Everything from the soft warm lighting to the posters all over the walls. When he first moved in Eddie didn’t quite have enough belongings to properly fill the space. Now every corner is filled to the brim with evidence of him being there. Books fill and spill out of two small bookcases. Guitars sit happily on their new stands. A dresser with a mirror proudly displays photo booth strips, old concert tickets, random shiny things and trinkets of all kinds. A beanbag chair in the corner holds a pile of clothes. Steve can’t help but smile at the pictures of him, Eddie, Robin and Vickie all crammed into one photobooth. He has a matching one at home on his own dresser. They’d all had a great day. Well, that is until they all got sick from their lunch at the food court.
Steve is once again pulled out of his reminiscing by Eddie’s voice.
“I still can’t even look at mushroom pizza without feeling like I’m gonna puke.”
When Steve turns around to look at Eddie his chest fills with its usual adoration. Eddie’s lying on his side with his head propped up on one hand. The other is playing with his guitar pick necklace. Steve still remembers the day Wayne gave that very necklace back to him. Eddie was still high as hell on painkillers and covered in bandages. The steady beep of his heart monitor and Wayne’s shaky voice were so loud in the quiet of that room. Steve kept feeling like he was intruding on Eddie’s reunions and visitors that week but Eddie wouldn’t let him leave.
Steve isn’t sure what has him so in his feelings tonight. Maybe it’s the weed. Maybe he’s in love. Either way he forces a laugh and says, “Yeah, neither can I.”
Then he switches off all but one of the lights and climbs onto Eddie’s full sized mattress. Nothing but the sound of the storm and their breathing can be heard for a while as they lie facing each other. They’re both avoiding eye contact.
Steve finally breaks the silence after a minute or two.
“Eddie?”
His voice is barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
Steve knows he’ll be showing his hand with his question. He’s yearning so bad that he can’t really bring himself to care.
“Can I kiss you again?”
Eddie lets out a breath that he sounds like he was holding.
“God, fucking— please.”
Steve doesn’t need any more permission than that.
He quickly closes the distance between them. This time the intensity builds even faster than before. Eddie eventually half rolls half climbs on top of him. They’re grinding and moaning just like they were on the couch. Eddie eventually pulls away and Steve almost moves to chase him. Eddie’s voice sounds as desperate as Steve feels when he speaks up again.
“I wanna get my mouth on you. Can I?”
Pleasure coils warm and needy in Steve’s belly at the thought and he rolls his hips up into Eddie’s. Starts nodding and chanting before he can even process that he’s talking out loud.
“Yeah, yes. Please.”
Eddie starts slowly sliding a hand down Steve’s body starting at his neck.
“I’ve never done this before…”
Steve’s never felt like this while fooling around before. He enjoyed most of his time with Nancy and knows he really loved her. This love he feels for Eddie is so different, though. Maybe that’s just a part of growing older. The love you seek or find changes and evolves. Sometimes for the better if you’re lucky.
Steve doesn’t dare hope he’s any luckier than he clearly is right now with. He’s not sure he’d even deserve Eddie’s love if he returned his feelings.
“That’s okay. I’ll walk you through it.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks with a smile as he moves to hover over Steve’s face again.
“Yeah.” Steve responds before he meets him halfway in a heated kiss.
“This’ll probably be easier with me sitting on the edge of the bed.”
“Okay.”
Eddie kneels on the floor between his spread legs and what’s about to happen finally catches up with Steve. He reaches for a pillow and hands it to Eddie. Mostly for Eddie’s sake but also because he needs a second to try and collect himself.
“For your knees.”
“Wow, such a gentleman.” Eddie snickers as he adjusts his position.
Steve rolls his eyes but any response he had dies on his tongue as Eddie palms him through his boxers. The look he gives Steve while he does it forces the breath out of his lungs. Then Eddie smiles again and tugs at his waist band. Steve takes a deep breath before sitting up enough to shuck them off.
“Damn. ‘Big boy’ was right, huh?”
Steve huffs out a laugh at that.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Then Eddie’s hand is on his dick and Steve bites back a pathetic groan. Eddie starts lazily sliding his fist up and down Steve’s length. It feels better than Steve thinks it has any right to. He hasn’t even started using his mouth yet.
Then as if on cue Eddie leans in and licks a long, slow stripe up his shaft. Steve finally lets out that pathetic sounding groan. Then he remembers he’s supposed to be instructing Eddie.
“Fuck, that’s really good. Keep doing that.”
Eddie hums and does as he’s told. Goes above and beyond and starts licking and swirling his tongue around Steve like he can’t get enough. A few minutes go by before Eddie just barely pulls away and looks up expectantly at Steve.
Steve isn’t really sure how to explain the next part he wants to, so he just decides to show him.
“Give me your hand.”
Eddie immediately reaches out with the hand not currently pumping Steve’s length. Steve gently takes it and sucks on two of his fingers like he would if he was sucking Eddie’s dick. Eddie’s face twists up in pleasure and he huffs out an exhale. Steve slowly pulls Eddie’s fingers free and speaks up again.
“Just like that. Take your time and watch your teeth.”
Eddie just nods and turns his attention back to Steve’s dick. He starts by swirling his tongue around the tip again before slowly trying what Steve just showed him. He bobs his head up and down shallowly a few times before attempting to go deeper. He gets most of the way down before gagging and having to pull away. When he makes eye contact with Steve again he smiles and keeps stroking him slowly but with a firm grip.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Eddie.”
Steve is surprised at how fucked out his voice sounds already.
“Yeah?”
At least Eddie doesn’t sound much better.
“Feels so good.” Steve replies with a nod.
Eddie hums at that and quickly gets his mouth on him again. This time he picks up the pace just a little and Steve is already seeing stars. Then Eddie makes it even better by slowly sliding one hand up his thigh to palm at his balls. Steve lets his head fall back as he groans. None of the girls he’s been with before ever thought to touch him there.
He gets his hands threaded in Eddie’s hair and tugs just a little at the roots. Eddie’s eyes flutter and he moans around Steve’s dick. The sight and sound of him like this is barreling Steve closer and closer to the edge by the second.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
The sound Eddie makes next is higher and needier than Steve’s ever heard from him. He wants to hear it again and again and again.
Eddie takes Steve as far as he can before pulling off with a filthy pop. Steve closes his eyes but he can hear the wet sound of Eddie’s fist working over his length.
“Wanna watch you come so bad, Stevie. Want it all over my face.”
“Holy shit, baby.”
There’s that nickname again. Steve’s way too far gone to give a shit now, though. Eddie’s making him feel too good. All logic left Steve’s brain as soon as Eddie started touching him. Probably even before that.
He tries to last a little longer. He doesn’t want this to be over yet. Doesn’t want to face what might come after he’s fallen from this high. But then Eddie notices Steve pulsing in his hand and the twitch of his hips and he redoubles his efforts. He gets the searing wet heat of his mouth back on Steve and hums and yep. That’s it.
“Oh my god. Eddie, you gotta pull off.” Steve starts, trying his best to force the words out and warn him.
Eddie doesn’t relent though. He just moans again and keeps going. Looks up at Steve as best he can.
“Fuck! I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Eddie pulls off and sticks his tongue out just in time to be painted in rope after rope of Steve’s spend. Steve’s orgasm rolls over him like a train. He can’t remember the last time one hit him this hard. It feels like a whole body experience. A god damn religious experience. He can’t even let out any real moans. He’s just left sort of gasping for breath and stuttering his hips up into Eddie’s tight fist.
Steve is still panting and just starting his descent back into orbit when he hears Eddie’s voice again.
“Stevie...”
The sight that greets him when he opens his eyes is so hot he feels his dick give a pathetic kick in response. Eddie’s got one hand squeezing Steve’s thigh while the other palms at his own dick through his boxers. He’s leaking a dark patch into the green fabric and his face is still covered in Steve’s come. And the face he’s making is just... holy shit. He’s looking up at Steve so desperately he almost looks like he’s in pain.
Something comes over Steve at that moment. He gives himself completely to the wild animal kicking in his chest. He leans in and licks some of his spend off of Eddie’s cheek before kissing him filthily. He bites on Eddie’s lip and tugs before pulling away again.
“Close already?”
Eddie just whimpers and nods at that. God, that sound.
“Let me see.”
Steve can’t help but think it’s cute the way Eddie scrambles to get his boxers off. Once he does he quickly starts working his fist over himself. His cock looks so red at the tip it’s almost purple and he’s leaking so much. He’s a bit smaller than him and his dick has a slight curve that Steve really likes for whatever reason. He briefly wonders if it’s weird to think someone’s dick is pretty.
Then all thoughts besides watching Eddie come go out the window as he sees him pick up the pace. Steve groans and tightens his hand in Eddie’s hair enough to get Eddie to look up at him with his jaw slack.
“Come for me, Eddie. I wanna watch.”
It doesn’t take long after that. Eddie comes with a moan that trails off into more stuttering whimpers. He’s loud enough that Steve is grateful Wayne is asleep and has shit hearing.
Steve slowly lets up his grip on Eddie’s hair as he watches him come down. Then he leans in and kisses him. When they finally both pull away from each other they start giggling like idiots again. Once they catch their breath Steve speaks up.
“We should shower.”
“You’re telling me. I’m the one covered in both our loads.” Eddie replies with a breathless laugh and a satisfied grin.
Steve laughs then hums and nods in a way that says ‘Yeah, you’ve got a point, there.’ Then he tucks himself back into his boxers. Eddie just slowly stands and strips before walking to the bathroom door. Steve is grateful it’s attached to Eddie’s room so he doesn’t have to worry about the possibility of running into his uncle in the hallway right now.
Steve lets Eddie have most of the time under the spray. He even gets to work soapy hands over Eddie’s body after asking, “Want me to get your back?”
Then Eddie does the same for him but he doesn’t use the ‘get your back’ excuse. He just looks at Steve with the soapy washcloth in his hands and asks so timidly, “Can I?”
Steve nods and Eddie smiles softly while massaging soapy bubbles into Steve’s skin starting with his chest hair. He lingers there long enough that Steve can only assume he really likes it. That and the way he ran his fingers through it for a while before he sucked his dick. He still can’t really believe they’re doing any of this. For some reason gently washing each other feels even more intimate than the sex. Steve is too scared to say anything while Eddie washes him. He doesn’t want to break whatever spell they’re under.
Once they’re all clean and dry they get back to Eddie’s room. Steve borrows some clean boxers before joining Eddie under the covers. Eddie’s back is facing him and he hesitates a little before speaking.
“Can I… do you want—” he starts but Eddie cuts him off.
“Harrington, if you don’t shut up and hold me I swear to god—”
His tone is clearly meant to sound annoyed but the laugh he can’t contain gives him away.
“Okay, okay. Geez.”
Steve’s laughing too as he scoots over to spoon Eddie.
He has so many things he wants to say. So many questions he wants to ask. But he’s tired and warm and satisfied right now and he doesn’t want to ruin that for either of them. So instead he just kisses Eddie’s head and gets their legs tangled together.
“Good night, Eds.”
Eddie pulls Steve’s hand up to his lips to kiss his knuckles.
“Sweet dreams, Stevie.”
#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#steddie fic#steddie fanfiction#eddie/steve#steve/eddie
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a little prick
by oakenorcrist
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things)
Additional Tags: Earrings, Piercings, Boys Piercing Boys, gay clubs, 80s Gay Club Scene, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Bathroom Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Robin Makes Friends With Awesome Lesbians, making out on the dancefloor, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Post-Season/Series 04, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, the gay ear, Fluff, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Words: 6,126
Chapters: 1/1
Summary
“You’ve heard of the gay ear?”
“The what?” Steve asks, incredulously. Maybe he is as oblivious as Dustin constantly teases him for because… what the fuck.
“The gay ear, Steve – it’s a thing. It started a couple decades ago, but yeah, in underground circles, men would pierce the right ear to signify to each other that they were gay. I guess the knowledge is getting mainstream now,” he explains and shrugs again.
“Huh,” Steve exhales and frowns, looking into Eddie’s face, though he’s just passively staring back at Steve, occasionally glancing at the stove to check on the kettle. “I’ve literally never heard of that.”
Eddie finally grins then, pulls back his hair on both sides to showcase his one pierced ear. The right one. “Ta-da,” he announces playfully.
“That’s really a thing?”
“Yup. So, I ask you, Mister Harrington – which ear?”
or,
Steve gets his ear pierced and Eddie gets his dick sucked.
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Nobara's Excellent Wingmanning (and the Gay Idiots That Benefit From It)
by nitpick7
"Yuuji," Kugisaki started, "Are you aware that you like men?"
Junpei spit out his water, dropping his water bottle and turning to stare at Kugisaki, incredulous. "He what?"
"I what?" Itadori echoed.
Kugisaki sighed. "Really, Junpei, I'd have thought you'd have noticed too. The way he's always staring at Fushiguro?" She picked up Junpei's fallen water bottle and squinted at his stickers.
Junpei decided not to point out that the reason he didn't notice was because he was always staring at Fushiguro, too.
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or: help i brainrotted too hard and now itafushijun are my favorite jjk ship, what happened?
Words: 1270, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Yoshino Junpei, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Jujutsu Kaisen Ensemble
Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Fushiguro Megumi/Yoshino Junpei, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Kugisaki Nobara is a Good Friend, Kugisaki Nobara is So Done, she has to deal with all of her boys' gay poly bullshit, she gets the first tags because she is the most important one in this itafushijun fanfic., Kugisaki Nobara is a Little Shit, Lesbian Kugisaki Nobara, Yoshino Junpei Lives, Yoshino Junpei Needs a Hug, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Oblivious Itadori Yuuji, Bisexual Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, Trans Fushiguro Megumi, Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Alternate Universe - High School, Minor Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, it might get more relevant later but right now itafushijun and nobara are the only ones who matter, btw i know the ship name is itafushijun but im advocating for itafushino, no beta we die like GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/EiPkTma
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You’re my kinda lover;
Part 1 Steve’s POV 1/1
Part 2 Eddie's POV 1/2
Rating: T
Word count: 5k
Also read on AO3
“You’re telling me, you’ve never seen Eddie perform??” Robin squawked one day at Steve in Family Video. It was a slow Thursday afternoon in May, the wind howled at the door, which made the bell jingle ominously.
He flicked the magazine he was reading and sighed, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“How? You guys are friends? Aren’t you?” Robin pressed, leaning back against the counter and staring at him for an answer.
He gulped, sitting up straighter in his seat so he could hide his face in the pages of the glossy paper. Sure, he and Eddie were friends, but not that close. Like, they’d gotten high and hung out, but nothing more than superficial cigarette smoking and chatting.
“Look! Not all of us can become everyone’s closeted lesbian best friend. There’s tension, it’s… it’s a lot harder for us,” Steve explained dully, face still hidden from his best friend.
She scoffed at his answer, deep red painted nails pulled the magazine away from his face, “Look, he’s got a show coming up at the end of the month. I dare you to get close enough to have him invite you, because he’s…” She sighed dreamily and her gaze was far away, “Magical.”
“Slow your rocker there, Buckley. Sounds like you’re falling in love with him,” Steve chuckled, knowing that there was no way in hell that would ever happen.
“Yeah, well, you tell me after you see him,” Robin arched an eyebrow at him daringly.
“Fine, I take your damn dare, now would you drop it,” Steve agreed begrudgingly.
“Yes!” Robin yipped, fist pumping the air.
The rest of their shift went just as any regular Thursday would go after that. Some bashful dad brought in his screaming children, they rented Back to the Future and he left them a tip just for dealing with the loud noises. An old lady came and rented some black and white movie Steve didn’t recognise, but Robin was all over. It neared close, and the bell rang once more before they could lock up. Steve turned his head from the elastic he’d been twirling between his finger and the counter.
“Hiya, big boy,” Eddie Munson drawled, leaning over the counter with his hands joined and an enormous grin spread over his lips.
“Hmph,” Steve greeted, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach from the casual return of the metalhead's trademark nickname for him.
“Eddie!” Robin called, joining them in a sliding halt from the back.
“What are we getting tonight?” Eddie asked, curiously searching the back to see if the girl had put a movie aside for them.
“It’s a surprise,” She singsonged, which caused the curly haired man to roll his eyes.
“Well, Steve, are you joining us tonight?” Eddie asked, just as he always did on Thursday’s, it was Robin and Eddie’s movie night and he’d been avoiding going for reasons he’d rather not think about.
“Um,” He was going to decline but then remembered Robin’s dare from earlier, “Yes, I am.”
Eddie’s brows shot up into his bangs, those huge eyes searched Steve’s face for the punchline, which never came.
“Right-o, Steve,” Eddie clapped, rubbing his hands together as if he was concocting a plan, “Hope you like horror movies.”
“How do you know I picked a horror movie?” Robin asked, an incredulous look on her face.
Eddie just grinned before turning around to saunter out, “You always do, Buckley. If I was someone else, I’d think you were trying to snuggle up to me or something.”
“Can it, Munson,” Robin retorted, flipping the metalhead off. Steve just stared at them with his mouth agape, their friendship was—oh how had Robin put it last year? Something about Carinthian. Doesn’t matter. It was an enigma to Steve.
“What did you rent?” Steve asked, eyes still focused on Eddie’s van as the mad man whirled around in the parking lot manically.
“Evil Dead,” Robin produced the VHS from behind her back. Steve took in the cover, no recognition of it passed through his mind, not even maybe seeing it play at a drive thru when he was on a date.
“Cool, I’ve never seen it,” Steve supplied, even though he knew Robin already knew that.
She smiled at him before hopping over the counter to sweep the floors before they had to cash out and lock up. Steve rolled his eyes at her, his head shook with a laugh as he clicked the button on the yellowing till that closed it down for the night.
It took them under an hour to finish everything up and lock the door. The darkened building solemnly wished him and Robin a till next time.
Robin practically skipped over to Steve’s parked BMW, dust and other grime having collected on the sides of her from the day spent there. He hated leaving her parked there all day, preferring to park her on the street, but he was able to keep an eye on the car if she was parked in the lot.
“Come on!” Robin whined, wiggling the handle back and forth as she waited for Steve to unlock the doors.
“I’m coming. Jesus, hold your horses,” He muttered, keys dangling as he pushed the correct one into the lock.
“Alright! To the trailer park!” Robin whooped as she threw herself into his car, not even wiping her shoes before she got in.
“Are we really about to go to the same place that gnarly ass gate opened up, and Eddie almost died, to watch a horror movie?” Steve questioned, shivers ran up his spine as the memories of last year creeped into his mind.
“I mean. At least we don’t have to live there,” Robin joked hesitantly, her gaze drawn outside and she waved goodbye to the store as they pulled out onto the empty downtown street.
“I guess so,” Steve muttered, he pressed his foot on the gas and made the familiar path to Eddie’s home.
X
Steve parked in the overgrown visitor lot, rusted bikes and old toys tossed in the other spot. The sun had long since set by then and there was hardly any light in the neighborhood, besides the cast of light from people's windows who were making dinner in their homes. He tried not to stare inside of the homes, curiosity getting the best of him. It was interesting when he saw the vastly different ways people lived; cozy and close together, warm lights, dinners cooked with family, watching a movie together.
The feeling of kinship he’d never had at home. It made him jealous. He shook his head and pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his Levi’s.
Robin hopped up the creaking steps that led to Eddie’s front door. Steve stalled, standing a few steps behind his friend. He threw a glance toward Max’s trailer, a small light on in the living room, a soft smile glinted on his cheeks from just knowing that she was alive and okay.
“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s drawling voice interrupted the otherwise quiet park. Steve turned his head back to his destination and felt something catch in his throat. Eddie was leaning in the doorway; the man’s pale biceps exposed by the black muscle tee he was wearing, long black curls fell over his shoulders, glinting in the night showing he must’ve recently had a shower.
“Heya Harrington,” Eddie smirked, one of his canines peaked out from his mouth. Steve felt his stomach flutter with butterflies, he rested his hands on his hips and huffed out a laugh.
“What? Surprised I actually showed up?” Steve arched an eyebrow and flashed his flirt of the year grin at the metalhead. Usually that garnered a flush and bashful duck from the ladies, but not Eddie. Steve would have to try harder.
“Nope! Come on in you two,” Eddie clapped, swirling around and holding the door open for them.
Steve scuffed his shoes off on a worn welcome mat. Eddie was still wearing his white sneakers, so Steve assumed it was safe to keep his own on. Steve let his eyes wander around the living room of the Munson trailer; there was a shelf hanging next to the kitchen all sorts of mugs littered the multiple levels, the overhead light on the oven was on, and the whole place had an aroma tomato soup which was probably coming from the abandoned pot on the stove.
“Popcorn? Beer?” Eddie asked, voice higher than normal with what Steve assumed was excitement.
“I’ll have a beer,” He smiled, leaning against the kitchen’s island. He tried to catch Eddie’s gaze but was out of luck. The man was bouncing around the kitchen, humming to himself as he pulled out a pot.
“Sure, yeah! They’re in the fridge!” Eddie waved toward the fridge, distracted by whatever he was doing on the stove.
Robin, who had been quieter since they’d gotten inside the house, opened the fridge. She handed Steve a beer, grabbing two more for herself and their host.
“What’s he doing?” Robin hissed, handing the beers to Steve to open them. Shrugging as he pulled the bottle opener he had on his keychain.
“What’re you doing?” Steve asked, sidling up next to Eddie and peering over his basically bare shoulder. He saw that ever present grin slide onto Eddie’s face, eyes flickering around as he pulled out measuring spoons and a bottle of oil.
“Making popcorn?” Eddie’s brow arched, sticking his tongue out to the corner of his mouth in concentration as the oil drizzled out into the bowl of the spoon.
“In a pot?” He asked, leaning casually against the counter and watching curiously. Eddie nodded wordlessly, pouring a cup of kernels into the pot and topping it off with another tablespoon of oil.
“So!” Eddie put the lid to cover the heating kernels, “Whatcha rent, Buckley?”
“Evil Dead,” Robin declared, holding the VHS up from her spot on the old brown couch. Her converse clad feet were resting on a worn coffee table. Steve was in awe of the comfortability the girl had in Eddie’s house. Much more than his own, and they were best friends. He tried to will away the flare of jealousy that burned in his stomach.
“Ahh ha, a classic,” Eddie jumped over the arm and crouched next to her, reaching out and swiping the cassette from her hands.
“You’ve seen it?” Steve asked, still standing in the kitchen where he’d been left.
“Of course, saw it when it came out in theaters at Starcourt,” Eddie muttered as his eyes perused the back blurb. Steve nodded silently and pushed off the counter to settle in an equally lived-in armchair, the stale smell of cigarettes wafted out from the fabric.
Steve opened his mouth to reply and say something about Scoops Ahoy, but was startled by the sudden sound of popping.
“Jumpy, huh?” Eddie chuckled, pushing himself up from the crouching position he was in.
Steve felt like an idiot as he gaped, struggling to find a response to the metalhead’s comment. Robin smirked at him from her comfortable spot, the girl having slumped further into the cushions. He raised a brow at her and took a long sip from his beer. When had he decided to flirt his way into getting an invitation to Eddie’s show? Steve doesn’t remember, and yet that was exactly what he was doing.
The aroma of fresh popcorn filled the space, there was clanging from the kitchen where Steve assumed Eddie was stirring in the butter. He peeked over the island and watched, Eddie flung his hair over his shoulder, Steve gulped as his eyes followed the line of muscle that formed when the curly haired man tightened his grip on a white plastic bowl. He felt his face heat from the blush that was blossoming over his cheeks, looking away quickly and focusing on thumbing at the label of his beer. The condensation made it a lot easier to mess with it, little bits of wadded up paper landing in his lap.
“So, we’ve got beer and popcorn,” Eddie announced, standing with the bowl in between his forearm and hip, “Anyone for a little herbal refreshment before we get this show on the road?”
“I’m in,” Steve responded, a bit too quickly in his mind. Robin and Eddie didn’t seem to think so, both grinning at him.
“Ahhh, if only younger me could see me now, smoking marijuana with King Steve and some band nerd,” Eddie chuckled, bending down to place the popcorn on the table.
Steve watched the metalhead rummage around in a small tin that was on the table, humming a noise of satisfaction when he pulled up a freshly rolled joint.
Robin groaned dramatically as she picked herself from the couch to follow Eddie out to the front stoop, Steve tight on her heels.
“We can’t smoke inside?” Steve asked, an observation he was wondering about because there were ashtrays in the house.
“Nah, Buckley hates it,” Eddie mumbled, lips holding the weed between them. The metalhead brought a lighter up to the twisted end and sparked the flame. Steve watched him take in a deep breath, chest rising and then heavily letting go of the thick smoke, he let out a cough and smiled at Robin before passing it off to her.
“Thanks,” She muttered, her leg tapped with anxiety and anticipation as she hit the joint. She coughed more than Eddie, but that was expected.
As Robin passed him the smoking stick Steve felt his own anxiety creeping up the back of his neck, he tried to keep his focus on the actual motions of taking a hit instead of whether or not he’d cough. He’d smoked weed before, but after the Russians, not in a very long time.
"Alright, pass it along, Harrington,” Eddie pressed impatiently, fingers held out and scissoring at the joint.
Steve didn’t answer, mind engrossed inhaling the smoke easily to further impress Eddie. When he was sure most of the smoke was out of his lungs, he passed it off to Eddie before he could start coughing, which would most likely result in dropping the fragile paper into the damp grass below his feet.
Eddie thanked Steve, then he felt it, the burn rolling up his esophagus treacherously. He brought his elbow up to his mouth and hacked into it twice, eyes watering when it finally subsided.
“Dammit,” Robin cursed, producing a couple of bills from her pocket and handing them off to Eddie. Steve looked between them incredulously.
“What the hell did you even bet on? If I would smoke the damn thing or?” Steve chastised, that sick embarrassment rolled around his stomach along with the few sips of beer he’d had.
“What, no, we bet on whether you’d literally die from smoke inhalation or not,” Robin explained quickly, reaching a hand out to comfort him.
“Oh, well, isn’t that just like a given,” Steve felt his stomach settle, watching Robin as she took another hit and coughing more than she had before.
“Not necessarily,” Eddie piped up from where he’d quietly been holding in his last hit. Steve turned to look at the other man. He realized Eddie had bet that Steve wouldn’t cough very much, and butterflies erupted in his stomach.
“So, you bet I wouldn’t?” Steve drawled, leaning heavily onto one foot in a flirty stance. He could’ve sworn a blush bloomed on Eddie’s cheeks, but it was too dark outside for him to really tell.
“Yeah, man. I’ve sold to Tommy for the untouchable King Steve parties way back in the day,” Eddie answered truthfully. Steve’s heart fell at the mention of his old self, then he remembered all the late night walks they accidentally bumped into each other, sharing a joint then and he smiled, liking the idea that those hang outs were his and Eddie’s secret.
“Right,” Steve chuckled, anxiously rubbing at the back of his neck. Taking another hit and then passing it quickly to Eddie, their fingers knocked against each other and a spark shot up his arm.
The metalhead smiled at him in thanks and said nothing more, just taking the last few drags of the joint and squashing it below his foot. Steve followed behind Eddie and Robin back inside the warmth of the trailer, the April air cooling rapidly and the smell of petrichor hit his nose.
“Let's get this started!” Eddie clapped, reaching down and grabbing the VHS to slip into the tape player.
Robin settled into the couch on the right corner, Steve went to sit down but remembered his beer was left on the island counter. He turned to grab it and when he swiveled back around, Eddie had plopped himself right in between Robin; she poked at him and said something, which in turn made both of them throw their heads back and laugh.
Steve frowned, feeling left out. When he thought back on it, The two of them had invited him to this more than once, he’d just always had babysitting duties or he just was exhausted from work.
“Don’t be shy,” Eddie patted the spot next to him and threw his feet up onto the coffee table, his own beer in hand.
“Why would I,” Steve muttered as he bent down and finally settled into the couch cushions. It was damn comfortable, he wiggled himself a bit more and finally let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in.
“Thanks for letting me come,” Steve whispered as the trailers started, Robin reached behind Eddie and stuck her finger in his ear. He swatted her away before clutching her hand to squeeze in thanks. She scrunched her nose, then jumped when a loud noise came from the TV.
“No problem, man,” Eddie said, eyes distracted by watching the scenes playing in front of him.
Steve smiled gratefully and he took a sip of his beer, waiting for the movie to begin. The wonky camera movements made his head spin, but he was intrigued, to say the least. Growing up, he had had no one around to watch horror movies with him and Tommy always was too chickenshit to go with him to see any. Then everything with the Upside Down happened, and he’d just thought they were pointless after that.
Eddie looked excited though the longer the movie progressed, bouncing when the 5 friends in the car arrived at the cabin they were staying at, which Steve rolled his eyes at only because he knew most if not all of them were going to be dead by the end of the movie.
Steve polished off his beer, and stood to grab another, “Round 2?” He asked, eyes on Robin and Eddie.
“Yes, please!”
“Why not,”
Eddie and Robin said at the same time, the two of them looked at each other and started laughing, talking over the movie and making fun of a character by name. He leaned over and grabbed the beers, cracking the caps off on the island before passing them to his friends.
“Y’know, you guys can talk during the movie, I don’t care,” Steve announced as he sat back down. Eddie’s gaze was stuck on his face and he tried not to stare right back; those dark brown eyes burrowing into the side of his face and a surprised grin snuck onto those flush pink lips.
Steve took in a quiet, deep breath before he settled back into his seat. Eddie’s thigh pressed right against his own and his bare arm was looped over the back of the couch playing with a loose thread. He was acutely aware of the metalhead’s proximity; it made his heart stutter and his mouth dried up. The last time he’d had this feeling was, Jesus, maybe Nancy? But the way Eddie was sitting was so different, he was used to being in the other man’s position.
He was high. That’s the only explanation he had for what he did next, he leaned back and whispered a comment into Eddie’s ear. He relished when he saw the pink tinge on the tips of them. Ha, one point to himself. The sweet blush stayed there and other than the slight discoloration, the metalhead seemed fine, smiling at Steve and huffing out a laugh, nudging him with his knee.
“Totally, man,” Eddie muttered. Robin eyed the two of them curiously and leaned over to get closer on the couch.
“You guys can’t keep secrets from me, what the hell,” She hissed while a character on screen was creeping through the woods.
“I just said her pants looked uncomfortable,” Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend, shifting as he got squished more and more into the couch arm, “Can you guys scoot a bit, I’m getting crammed up against the arm.”
“Eddie doesn’t have cooties, Steve,” Robin sighed, but she shuffled over so the metalhead could take up more space on her side.
Steve relished in his new found space and wiggled around to finally settle in, even though they were about 30 minutes into the movie. His cheeks were warm, head foggy, and he felt comfortable. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this at peace in a group setting, but it was nice. His muscles continued to relax and he let his head loll backward right onto Eddie’s forearm, which still was cradling the back of the couch. A pattering in his chest kicked off and ran as he waited for the man to pull away, but he never did, so Steve relaxed again.
As the movie kicked off, Steve could feel his eyes closing and his head bobbing, then his eyes fell shut and he was asleep. Nothing in his dreams except the quiet dark. He doesn’t know how long he’d drifted off for, but he was awakened by the gentle caress of someone’s thumb on his hip, it was soft and barely there but he’d been drawn enough to it to be pulled out of his nap. The movie, surprisingly, was still going, and the thumb, well the thumb, belonged to none other than Eddie Munson, who’d wrapped an arm around him and held him up in his sleep.
“You missed the best part,” Eddie mumbled, voice low and rumbled deep out of his chest.
“Mhm, what was that?” Steve yawned, throwing his arms up in a stretch, letting his body shift closer into the metalhead’s side.
“Guess we’ll just have to watch it again, Big Boy,” Eddie mumbled. Steve’s stomach fluttered with excitement, point what 4 or 5 to Munson.
Steve hummed his response and curled in closer to Eddie, the weed still fuzzing his mind and making the new onset of flirting with a man much easier. He heard a choked off snore from Eddie’s other side, coming from Robin who was sound asleep, mouth open and puffing out heavy breaths.
“She’s been out long before you, I think,” Eddie explained, eyes still trained on the TV screen. The movie seemed almost over from the look of it.
“Makes sense, I can never make her sit through movies when she comes over, especially if substances are involved,” Steve chuckled, a spear of fire burning up his side from where Eddie’s thumb started mindlessly moving again. He wasn’t even sure if the man was aware he was doing it.
“Well, yeah, you seem to only pick the boringest romcoms,” Eddie joked, head turning in his direction ever so slightly for the first time since Steve had woken up in this position.
Their faces were so close his nose almost touched Eddie’s, he wondered what would happen if he leaned forward and kissed the man, that thought was quickly squashed when he realized that Eddie was making fun of his taste in movies. He squinted his eyes at Robin's sleeping form in a mock of betrayal, “There is nothing wrong with a simple, boring movie, Munson.”
Eddie bared his teeth in a smile and shook his head, “That’s what you think.”
Steve only shook his head in response, turning his attention away from Eddie’s lips, which were getting too close for the situation they were in. And by situation, he meant watching a horror movie with some dude he saved the world with, his best friend and never having acted on an attraction beyond the opposite sex.
The credits rolled and Steve stayed still, waiting for Eddie to get up and move first. It took until a particularly loud part of the score came on for his host to jump up and turn it off, leaving Steve cold in his corner of the couch.
“Okay, I’m going to leave sleeping beauty there. Yep, she somehow already found the blanket,” Eddie whispered, an eyebrow raised in amusement at the sleeping girl.
Steve stood up and stretched out his arms, reveling in the feeling of Eddie’s eyes on the bare stretch of stomach that most definitely was revealed from under his shirt. He may have done that on purpose.
“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll hit the floor,” Eddie said as he led Steve back to his room. He stared at pictures of Wayne and Eddie that hung along the corridor.
“Dude, we were just cuddling on your couch, I really don’t mind sharing,” Steve laughed, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck awkwardly.
Eddie turned to look out of the corner of his eyes at him, then smiled and nodded, “Okay, Harrington. Just wanted to gauge the situation here.”
“What do you mean?” Steve hissed as they passed Wayne’s room. Eddie shrugged and opened his door to a dimly lit room filled with posters and that smelled exactly like Eddie.
“Welcome, to my mind,” Eddie bowed dramatically for Steve to enter.
Cassettes littered the floor around a boombox, there were a few Vinyls on a shelf next to a dresser that had clothes coming out of the drawers like the vines from the Upside Down, the fabrics of more shirts and pants also covered the floor. Eddie’s bed was new, however.
“Ah yes, compliments from the government,” The metalhead explained when he saw Steve staring at the bed, the last time he’d seen it uncovered it had stains all over it and the coloring was off from the original white it had been.
“I’d offer you a toothbrush if I had one but you’re shit outta luck, dude,” Eddie said, shucking off his pants to reveal grey boxers underneath. He averted his eyes from the expanse of pale legs that had been exposed.
“It’s all good, man,” He said before pulling on the thick leather of his belt so he could crawl into the comfort of a bed.
Eddie jumped onto the bed, muscle tee still covering his chest, he pushed open the window a crack and let the wind whisper notes into the quiet room, “It gets really stuffy in here, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Steve pulled the covers up and slipped under the heavy material, casting a look over at the lamp on the bedside table, “Should I?”
The metalhead wordlessly nodded as he got comfortable on his side, slipping the multitudes of rings off his fingers and placing them along the windowsill. Steve reached an arm out and felt around for the switch, turning it off and enveloping them into darkness.
“Night, Steve,” Eddie said through a yawn.
“Goodnight, Eddie,” He mumbled, moving onto his side so he faced Eddie’s body, the man positioned on his back with an arm thrown over his head.
It took him a few minutes of listening to the sound of their breathing slowing down till it evened out, his eyes fell closed, and he fell into a deep sleep. For the first time in months Steve slept uninterrupted by horrible nightmares, feeling only the comfort of a body next to him and what may have been arms wrapped around his torso.
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When he woke the next morning, there was a grip on his hip, pressing into the scar tissue over his t-shirt he’d slept in. The thing that had pulled him out of his slumber was the stupid problem he had any time he was in bed with anyone, even Robin, he cast his foggy gaze downward to the tent in his underwear and cursed.
Eddie moved behind him, mumbling something in his sleep and then moving into his back closer. Steve’s cheeks flushed when he felt the man’s face press tightly against his spine. He’d never been in such close proximity to someone he liked but couldn’t have, he always could have, but not with Eddie.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut, imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios from his time in the Upside Down, willing his issue down. It worked, pictures of the Demogorgon screeching in his face cooling him down, then Eddie had to make it so much worse.
The metalhead shifted even closer, encircling Steve’s waist and bringing their bodies flush together; Knees hit the back of his own, a cool nose pressed to the bare stretch of skin of his neck. Shit, he was going to have to exit the bed before it was a real problem. He brought his hands down to where Eddie’s were connected low on his stomach and gently pried them apart, and somehow in his sleep, the man took that as the go ahead to hold his hand. Steve blushed furiously as he lay there in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was holding hands with Eddie Munson in the man’s twin sized bed. And his heart was damn near singing.
Biting his lip, he tried again, he slipped one of his legs out of the bed and tried to reach the floor and his body slipped further off the bed, this caused Eddie to move in closer, almost like he was chasing Steve.
“Where ya going?” A low gravelly voice tumbled from Eddie, Steve froze, their hands were still tangled together and he was half off the mattress, he probably looked like an idiot.
“Steve!!” A high pitched yell came from the living room, Robin had woken up and there was an urgency in her tone, “I’m going to be late, shit!”
“I’ve gotta drive Robin to work, sorry,” Steve explained, a pang of guilt pounded out of his heart.
“M’kay,” Eddie said sleepily, releasing Steve from his grip, “You coming back or you got--”
Steve stood up and quickly found his pants on the floor, pushing his legs in and doing them up securely. His problem surprisingly vanished the moment he heard his best friend calling for him, “I’ve got some errands to run, but we should hang out again soon.”
“Mm, yeah,” For the first time that morning, Eddie’s dark eyes opened, the sun illuminating every brown strand, they were beautiful, “I’ve got a show in a couple of weeks, you should come?”
Steve couldn’t help the feeling of gratification that soared through his veins, grinning toward the closed door, “Yeah, I’ll come. See ya, Eddie.”
The metalhead sleepily covered his eyes with a forearm and waved blindly at him, Steve’s face was flushed and he felt satisfied as hell. With that, he stepped out of the room and made his way over to Robin quickly.
“Sorry, let's go,” Steve apologized, shooing his friend out of the trailer. One of her brows was raised suspiciously, but he mouthed later at her.
Once in his car Robin pulled down the mirror and licked at her fingers so she could clean up the mascara that had formed small black smudges under her eyes, “I heard you got the invite?”
“Ha, yeah, dude was half asleep, but I’ll take it,” Steve cursed the blush that creeped up his neck as he remembered all the events that just happened, “Still won your dare though.”
“Yes, yes you did, Steve,” Robin laughed, eyeing him in a way that made him feel like there was something he missed along the way. She leaned over and turned up the radio, Freddie Mercury’s crooning vocals drifted out of the speakers and he smiled.
When he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video, the song ‘Foolin’ Around’ was just coming to a close, Robin hopped out and rushed out a goodbye. He watched her fumble with the keys as she struggled to get the right one out to unlock the door. He chuckled and shook his head at her, pulling out of the lot and starting toward his home.
‘ Now you say you're leaving me
I just can't believe it's true’
The lyrics of the next song on his tape started, and he ducked his head bashfully as the ghostly feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapped around his waist. It had been so… nice, just to be held. And the man had been so soft, not just in the morning but even the night before while they watched the movie.
‘I wanna little bit of feeling
Little bit of sunshine to my life,’
The song picked up the pace and Steve hummed along, drumming along to the beat on his steering wheel. A huge smile burst onto his face, it almost hurt, and he didn’t care. The sun was shining high and bright, early morning birds chirped loudly, almost singing along with the song. He rolled down his window to let the wind blow through his sleep mussed hair, happily he opened his mouth and sang along loudly;
‘Just step right into my heart
Come a little closer
Don't tell me that it's over
Make a brand new start,’
Steve avoided the thought of what probably could never be, for that moment, he wanted to cherish the giddy feeling he had bubbling up inside of him. He totally could be Eddie’s kind of lover, if only the man would let him.
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Eddie’s POV part 1
#steddie fic rec#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things 4#fanfic#fanfiction#my writing#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#eddie munson stranger things#steve stranger things#the tension in this piece was one of the hardest things ive ever written before#bruh#movie nights with tension and sleeping#platonic cuddling#thats nOT VERY PLATONIC AT ALL#ao3
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for day 1 of @mogai-headcanons anniversary event, i decided to give some lesbian/gay man/BONUS gay for nonbinary people headcanons i feel are important (To Me)!
the first three edits are lesbian sakura kasugano (who, if you know me, i find this headcanon PRETTY important), and i also headcanon her as a trans lesbian tbh. fourth and fifth edits are gay man finn and gay man hank from yurei deco, a series that has stuck in my mind since i've watched it, and who's characters i find are pretty loveable. the last one is gay (for nonbinary people, i find it important to add that context) colonel.exe! i like to headcanon them as nonbinary and i think they'd be attracted to other nonbinary people as a kind of monosexuality.
image descriptions under the cut:
[image description: six pride edits; three of sakura kasugano from street fighter, one of finn from yurei deco, one of hank from yurei deco, and one of colonel.exe from megaman battle network. sakura kasugano is a japanese girl with brown hair, and in the first image, a white haramaki, while in the second and third images, she sports a red haramaki. in the first image, sakura kasugano is making a surprised and distressed expression, and is running towards someone. in the second image, sakura is cheering happily. in the third image, sakura is vigorously drinking water or milk. finn is a presumably asian man with long black hair, an androgynous appearance, serene eyes, and is wearing a kimono and a long brimmed hat. in the image of finn with the veldian flag behind him, finn is smiling serenely. hank is a black man who heavily resembles jimi hendrix, and sports a large afro. in the image of hank with the veldian flag behind him, he is making an incredulous expression. colonel.exe is a pale-skinned nonbinary person with green eyes and black hair wearing cybernetic clothing, because they are some sort of robot. in the image of colonel with the gay flag behind them, they are making a serious expression. end image description.
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I posted 14,710 times in 2022
That's 13,328 more posts than 2021!
141 posts created (1%)
14,569 posts reblogged (99%)
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I tagged 2,179 of my posts in 2022
#homestuck - 41 posts
#drugs - 37 posts
#psychonauts - 15 posts
#my art - 14 posts
#unreality - 13 posts
#dragon age - 12 posts
#queer - 12 posts
#antisemitism - 10 posts
#cultist simulator - 10 posts
#oh no - 9 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#no op sorry im still going to read “a hasty toilet” as “i cocked my ass and fired it like a gun into the chamber pot shattering it instantly
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
How Do you Do Fellow Cultists?
I made a uquiz to find out what your main Principle would be if you were a character in the cultsim world >> https://uquiz.com/8wxELS <<
blease enjoy
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tryna act normal during an enlightenment ascension
94 notes - Posted April 8, 2022
#3
So I just found out that there’s been some confusion between the Genderqueer flag, and the old UK suffragette flag that’s been co-opted by TERFs. Rather than give up our nice flag to the people who want us silenced and dead, I figured I’d offer up a temporary solution :)
See the full post
257 notes - Posted March 3, 2022
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Hiii ok so!!! Folks!!! When people were saying Don't Interact With Corporate Accounts because they will try to emulate tumblr culture
⬇️ This Is The Sort Of Posts They Were Telling You Not To Interact With ⬇️
This blog started posting in june of this year and 100% of their posts are totally straight-laced ads for switch games and promotions. Almost all posts are complete flops with under 10 notes with a handful getting up to maybe 200 notes. This post that mentions bowser's hot balls is the only one to break past that (for obvious reasons). Most of the notes on this one are people being reasonably incredulous "is this a parody account??" "they knew what they were doing" etc. I get it, but Don't Do That.
They are testing the waters and trying to figure out how to get ads past your adblockers. When you reblog a post like this for any reason, they succeed at doing this to every one of your followers.
Do Not Engage Means: Do Not Fucking Engage!
1,254 notes - Posted November 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
If I can get tooth-rottingly sincere for a second?
TERFs and radfems are destined to lose in the end. A movement centered on hating others- especially a demographic that is and always has been present in every culture and group throughout history, and always will be- is utterly unsustainable. It is forced to prey on the vulnerable in order to recruit, and that kind of hatred just... weighs on you, colours your perceptions and makes you unable to engage with the world in a healthy way, drains you until you’re just an empty husk.
If every trans person were wiped off the face of the earth today and every mention of us redacted from all history, there would still be kids born tomorrow who look at their assigned gender and go ‘hm. don’t like that’ and do something different. They would find people just like themselves and we would persist. I have no idea what the world is going to look like when I am long gone, but I know for certain that there will be trans people in it, just as there will be gays and lesbians, there will be bisexuals, aces, aros, nonbinary folk and EVERY infinitesimal point within the queer spectrum, because its simply not possible to expunge us from the world without eradicating all of humanity.
That’s the thought that keeps me going, you know? Even leaving aside gender stuff- the urge to self-create and self-express, and the urge to love ourselves and love each other- it’s woven into our very natures! No matter what happens, that light can’t be snuffed out.
Thank you for your time, and stay hydrated.
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little bumps in the road (pt. 18)
Previously, on LBitR...
When Lena wakes up, this time, it’s to a scenario completely different from anything she might have expected.
For starters, she’s in handcuffs. That becomes quite apparent when she reaches over to touch the sore spot at her temple; or rather, when she tries. Her hand stops with the distinctive metallic rattle she’s unfortunately familiar with barely inches into the movement—even the one now kitted out with a much bulkier cast. She’s essentially chained to a hospital bed—not the cell she was in before, it looks alike—if the familiar, faint humming and beeping of monitors is any indication.
The other thing she absolutely was not expecting was to be face-to-face with one visibly furious Alex Danvers barely seconds after her eyes readjust to the harsh lights above her.
Lena tries to speak, but her throat is excruciatingly dry, and that makes the words sting like needles when she tries to push them out. She manages a pitiful little groan before the sensation alone sends her into a miserably painful coughing fit.
There’s no sympathy in Alex’s eyes, none whatsoever as she begrudgingly hands Lena a little paper cup full of ice-chips.
“Thought you could take the easy way out, Luthor? There are easier ways than stabbing yourself in the head. Just saying.”
Lena crunches the ice with her teeth, sucking the water as it melts away greedily and gratefully. She ignores the comment and the angry tone for the time being—who knows when she’ll have an opportunity to speak with Alex.
“Alex,” she coughs, throat still hoarse.
“It’s Director Danvers to you, Ms. Luthor,” the redhead says coldly. Lena has to control the impulse to roll her eyes—Lex obviously messed with Alex’s head, too, and thus Lena has a rather limited window to try and tip the scales here. She tries to sit up, shuffling awkwardly upwards as much as the handcuffs would allow.
“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” Alex quips cruelly, looking at a clipboard with feigned disinterest. “As soon as you’re discharged, you will be transferred to a DEO holding facility. I assure you, a little bleeding won’t get you out of our custody so easily.”
“I didn’t stab my own head,” Lena drawls hoarsely. “I was trying to take out an implant.”
“The tracking chip your brother put in, I know. How do you think he found you?”
Lena takes the opportunity to roll her eyes then, since Alex seems to focused on whatever is on that stupid clipboard. “Alex,” she tries again. “You have to, you have to get in touch with Kara—she’ll be trying to call you, you can’t let her come—”
“Kara is dead, Lena!” the Director hisses, and Lena’s heart shatters at the anguish in her eyes, at the sorrow so visible and raw it tells Lena Alex believes that wholeheartedly.
“Alex,” she chokes out, eyes stinging with tears at the mere thought of Alex not remembering how she had pulled her sister back from the brink of death, not knowing that Kara is alive and (relatively) well, that she’s probably flying to National City to her actual death as they speak.
Thinking that Lena had murdered her sister in cold blood and then tried to run.
Fuck you, Lex.
“Alex, listen to me,” Lena tries through clenched teeth. “Kara—”
“—is dead, Lena! You killed her—I arrested you myself! We have evidence, Lena, and I am going to make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your pathetic life for it, you piece of sh—”
“Alex! She’s alive! Kara’s alive, I swear!”
Alex’s fists clench at her sides; her whole body goes rigid with fury and grief. “Stop it, Lena, stop this right now,” she says under her breath, her cold tone as much of a warning as her posture.
Lena ignores it all, stares directly into Alex’s flinty gaze. “No,” she grits out. Her head throbs, and so does her broken hand, and her throat still hurts, but Lena pushes through. “You saved her, Alex—we have been on the run together ever since—”
“Lena, shut up, shut up right n—”
“She dug a briefcase full of money in Texas!” Lena shouts. “From you! You have a series of caches through the country, plans in place for both of you if you’re ever in trouble! She called you from different pay-phones in every state—she tried to reach you every single day, and—”
“Lena!”
“Two rings! ‘Hello, yes,’ means ‘go ahead,’ ‘yes, hello’, means you can’t talk! Anything else, it’s not you on the phone!”
“Stop!”
It’s a deafening, agonizing yelp, and it comes with a clipboard thrown clear across the room and a flinch Lena can’t quite contain in time. Alex is shaking with sheer fury and grief; her eyes, engulfed by dark circles, are glittering with tears, and her lower lip trembles as she tries to speak again.
“Please, stop,” she murmurs weakly, sounding utterly broken. “Stop. How do you—” she has to stop to try and stifle a sob, and is not successful in the slightest. “How do you know those things?”
Lena swallows, having shouted herself hoarse. “Kara told me. Or rather, she showed me. You told me about the code yourself.”
“I-I never—she’d, she’d ne—no, I wouldn’t—” Alex stammers, her face flitting through a multitude of expressions that bleed into one another, before settling into clear and intense confusion.
Lena tries to touch her temple again, momentarily forgetting she’s in handcuffs. She groans once her movement is stopped short, and points to where she feels a rather thick bandage on the side of her head. “I didn’t ‘stab my head’ for no reason,” she tries to explain as calmly as she can. “I was trying to remove a mind-control device my brother dearest implanted. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had one too.”
She can tell that she’s losing Alex by the second—the agent looks increasingly confounded. But something that Lena has said might just have jostled a memory or two in her brain—Lena can practically hear the gears turning as Alex tentatively reaches for her own temple.
“It’s how Lex tracked us,” Lena continues, noting how Alex’s eyes seemed to widen by a fraction. “I couldn’t let him find Kara, too, so I sent her away.”
Alex changes her movement, makes it look like she was merely running her fingers through the hair cropped short at her temples. But Lena can tell—even if she isn’t thoroughly convinced, she is rattled, and at this point Lena will take any victory she can.
Alex straightens her shoulders, looks Lena down with an anger that, at least, isn’t as intense as it was mere minutes ago. “You’re lying,” she declares emphatically, despite the doubt in her eyes. “I don’t know how, but you’re—you’re lying. A mind-control implant is just too damn convenient, Lena.”
“I’m not lying,” Lena whispers, suppressing a sigh of frustration. “She’s alive, and she’ll fly right into a trap if you don’t stop her.”
Alex stops trying to hold her composure; Lena’s words are affecting her, and Lena feels terrible. “Enlighten me,” Alex murmurs, low and dangerous. “What would that trap entail, exactly?”
The sigh Lena releases this time is pure defeat. “Me. Unleashing Kryptonite hell.”
Alex smirks, looking at once defeated and confused. “Ahh, but see, you’ve already done that, Lena. You’ve already killed her,” she says through tears.
“I didn’t!” Lena hisses. “Alex, I did send Kryptonite rockets at her, but she’s alive and coming here to die all over again and you have to help me stop it! I know there’s part of you that believes me, Alex—just feel the goddamned implant at your own temple!”
“I don’t believe sh—”
“Where is her body!?” Lena yells, and then, she can see the puzzle pieces starting to click together in Alex’s head. She wonders if it’ll be as painful as it was for her, or if Lex is just especially sadistic to her because Lena is his sister. “Where is she buried, Alex?”
Alex scoffs, but her eyes dart around the room like she’d find the answers anywhere but her own mind. “She’s… she’s buried at… Midva—no, at…” she stutters, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.
“You can’t remember, Alex, because that memory doesn’t exist.”
“Of course I can, just—just give me a second, just…”
Alex continues moving her mouth, but words come out in unintelligible whispers, and she begins to pace the room like a caged animal, muttering to herself and shaking her head like a lunatic.
Lena can relate.
“Alex, listen to me,” she tries once more, and her heart sinks at the mixture of grief and confusion she sees in the agent’s eyes. “I know you don’t believe me, but you need…”
Lena sighs, closes her eyes. This is it; the only chance they have. “You need to get Nia.”
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I know it gets pointed out a lot amongst enlightened beaujester truthers, but it really does bear repeating that up until episode 100, Beau and Yasha had genuinely only ever had a single one-on-one conversation. It was in episode 19, and it really was a train wreck, more so than most people actually remember. It went as follows:-
They're on watch together, and Beau asks Yasha if she wants to huddle for warmth. Yasha refuses, which is not the first time Yasha has rejected Beau, and then awkwardly changes the subject by saying "this is the furthest I've ever been". Before Beau can respond, SAM interjects OOC and says "...romantically" to which everyone laughs. Then Yasha responds more to Sam than to Beau, and says she's only ever been to Xhorhas and Zadash. Beau asks her if she grew up in Xhorhas, which is hilarious because she should already know that, Yasha mentioned it in the last episode. When Yasha tries to explain how long ago she left Xhorhas, Ashley has to break character to read her notes because she can't remember her backstory. It's then SAM that interjects ooc AGAIN to remind her it was about 8 months ago, and in-character, Yasha says to Sam "Yeah it was about 8 months ago". Yasha then looks around to try and think of something to say, and she says "well I love this stuff" and starts stroking the nearby grass. Everyone at the table visibly cringes, and Beau/Marisha says incredulously "...you appreciate grass..?" and Yasha says yeah it's soft to sit on. Beau then attempts to save the conversation by asking Yasha what her favourite thing about her home country is, and while doing this she gets the name of the country wrong. Yasha says she didn't have a favourite thing, which is entirely unsurprising for Yasha, but also means Yasha has stronger opinions about grass than she does her home country. Beau then asks if Xhorhas is really that bad, which is hilarious because she should already know that, Yasha mentioned it in the last episode. Yasha then says Xhorhas is all she knows, which is patently untrue, because she's currently in a different country. Beau then asks Yasha if Xhorhas still feels like home to her, to which Yasha surprisingly answers yes, which could be interesting, but this is then never mentioned again in the entire campaign. Then after an awkward lull, Beau says "...look, you can see your breath" and starts breathing out steam. Everyone groans, multiple people facepalm. Yasha then says... "is our time up yet?" and everyone visibly groans in relief.
This, apparently, is the height of romance and flirting according to BY shippers. I'm sorry, but you can't just excuse this situation by throwing the words "disaster lesbians" over it. The phrase "disaster lesbians" does not mean "two lesbians with zero fucking chemistry and not a single thing in common except their sexuality".
Now, that's bad enough, given that they won't have another 1-on-1 conversation for 81 episodes, but when I watched the episode live, I remember actually liking it. I liked them as a ship, because I thought that the show would actually develop the relationship. But by episode 141, they have LITERALLY the exact same awkward, painful, cringey and shallow dynamic where they genuinely have nothing to talk about. The only difference is, we're now supposed to believe their in love, for some reason, which they never articulate. They are literally only together because they are both lesbians, and because Yasha is such a shit character she needed to drag Beaus character down with her in order to reach a conclusion to her story.
This is why I hate Beau/Yasha. Because Beau is my favourite character, and she is SO MUCH better than this when she's talking to literally anyone else, and you know what, so is Yasha. As bad as she is, she is still better better than this when she's talking to Caleb or Jester or Caduceus. Beau/Yasha is genuinely one of the worst, least convincing relationships I've ever seen depicted, and I desperately want someone who actually likes it to show me what there is to like. But when I've gone looking, its all OOC jokes, fanon overwriting canon, "I pick up the lesbians", Marisha showing lesbian porn to a non-consenting stranger and bragging about it on twitter dot com, and just wholesale stealing stuff from BeauJester.
I liked that convo in ep19 too. It’s been literal years since I’ve seen it though, and I genuinely forgot how painfully awkward it was, and how obvious it was that certain players weren’t retaining info they were told previously, about someone they’re supposed to be interested in. And it shows, that even that early in C2, Ashley had trouble remembering/conveying elements of her own backstory.
“Beau is my favourite character, and she is SO MUCH better than this when she's talking to literally anyone else.”
Yep. Jester, Fjord, Caleb (even if they did butt heads a lot), and Cad to some degree.
“so is Yasha. As bad as she is, she is still better than this when she's talking to Caleb or Jester or Caduceus.”
Especially Jester and Cad. Hell, they were the only two people she felt comfortable enough with to open up to about Zuala for the first time (ep46).
But I also have to point out that even with Yasha being a better communicator with anyone other than Beau, those interactions were still greatly one-sided. What I mean by that is, any emotional support or encouragement or just straight-up comfort, was always coming from the other person to Yasha and not from her to them. She never once said to anyone she talked to, “Hey, I’m here if you ever need to talk about stuff, or get something off your chest, or need a shoulder to cry on.” Those things were always offered to her. It’s like everyone else was a band-aid for her wounds, but she never reciprocated, even for her goddamn love interest.
And yet, I constantly saw and still see BY shippers saying, “Oh, they’re so supportive of each other! Oh, they can really lean on each other! They can talk to each other about anything! It’s so beautiful watching them help each other heal!’
And I just have to laugh because it’s as if these people are living in an alternate timeline. These statements are simply not true. What they’re describing is Beaujester, not Beau/yasha. When these people weren’t busy calling us delusional for shipping Beaujester and thinking it’s better than BY, they were calling the ship itself ‘boring’. And yet it’s pretty clear to me that Beaujester’s deep closeness, softness, intimacy, and trust is the kind of dynamic that they WISH their ship had. But they’d die first before they’d ever openly admit it. (Though I think the fact alone that a lot of them ship BJ 2.0 (Im/odna), admits it for them lol)
Here’s text from an old tweet that I saved: all of beaujester’s themes... childhood loneliness, learning the differences between lust vs. love, family loyalty and what it means to leave... they’ve experienced so many of the same struggles but deal with them so differently. (cr. beaulavorregard)
Beaujester shares all of that (and more). Besides being lesbians, what does BY share?
Exactly.
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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2022 #17: In which Cameron is in the minority in her family
(by me!)
[CN: food and major spoilers for season 1 of Halt and Catch Fire]
It’s the summer of 2017 and Cameron is baffled, bemused, and ultimately (secretly) endeared by Donna and Haley’s new obsession: a cable drama about a deeply dysfunctional family of career criminals that is quickly approaching the end of its second season. Donna dvrs each episode, and then Haley comes over on the weekend with bags of greasy take out and/or fast food so that they can retreat to the couch, watch their show, and then discuss it at length over dessert.
Cameron doesn’t like the show, but she joins them anyway. There is literally nowhere she’d rather be than watching her favorite people get overly invested in something, even (especially?) if it’s something that appears to be highly questionable. “Really?!” Cameron needles them, hamburger in hand. “This is what we’re into, now? Emotionally stunted grown men who rob high end stores and boats for their bank robber mommie dearest?”
“She’s not a mommie dearest, she is a MILF,” Donna sniffs, reaching for a french fry. “And she has a son who’s gay, who is obviously our favorite. We relate.”
“Um, one, she’s not a MILF, she’s deranged, let’s start there,” Cameron argues, “and Gay Son is a self-hating rageaholic who is clearly terrified of his mom, what do you even mean you ‘relate’ to them?!”
They bicker through the rest of the commercial (Donna is too distracted to fast-forward through it) until Haley interrupts them, “It’s back on!” Soon, they’re watching the gay son have sex with a tertiary male character that was introduced early in the season, but Cameron can’t remember what his name is.
A silence that Cameron finds slightly awkward settles over the room, but neither Donna nor Haley seems to feel any discomfort. “Ugh,” Donna sighs. “Don’t you love it when men are gay and hot?”
Haley nods in agreement as she sips her milkshake, and then says, “It’s wild, isn’t it, how straight male character who is supposedly good-looking is totally uninteresting, even when he’s having sex with a hot woman, but a gay guy? I wanna know everything single detail of his tragic backstory, and then I wanna take him on a hike and give him a pep talk about how he should be proud of who he is. It’s like, I could fix him - with mlm-wlw solidarity!”
Cameron shoots them both an incredulous sideways look. “Are we sure that the you two are the lesbians and that I’m the only one here who is a so-termed ‘chaotic bisexual’ who experiences attraction to men?”
“I beg your non-lesbian pardon!” Donna huffs, throwing a crumpled napkin at Cameron. “I’ll have you know that what I really like about him is his long hair and the muscles! He’s like a hot woman with long hair and muscles!”
Cameron strains to not laugh directly at Donna, and Haley deadpans, “Honestly, with all the moping and pining he does for his gay guy best friend that he used to sleep with he might as well be a lesbian.”
“Yes, exactly, thank you! At least someone here gets me,” Donna says, pouting at Cameron.
“Totally,” Haley nods. “Gay shipping, it knows no gender bounds. It’s kind of beautiful, if you think about it.”
“Right,” Cameron smirks. “Beautiful.” She gets up to go to the kitchen for more food, and over her shoulder she says, “I don’t know, I’m just still stuck on the whole ‘we rob banks and ruin peoples lives’ thing.”
“Oh, like you didn’t already basically rob a bank to finance a computer!” Donna shouts.
“Wait, what?” Haley interrupts again, bewildered.
“Oh, not like a real robbery with guns,” Donna explains calmly, “she hacked the company’s account to move some funds around, that sort of thing.”
“Oh. Okay,” Haley nods.
From the kitchen, Cameron bellows, “That was technically Bos, and he served his time and paid his debt to society, as you well know!”
Haley looks at Donna, who says, “I’ll explain after we finish this.” Then she calls toward the kitchen, “Should I pause this until you come back? Or is it so offensive to you strict moral code that you’re okay with missing some of it?”
After a second, Cameron responds, “Could you pause it? And also maybe rewind it if there was any more gay sex?”
With a smug grin, Donna lifts the remote. “That’s what I thought.”
#watched seasons 1 & 2 of animal kingdom (another show from halt's first showrunner!) and this is how i'm coping with it#also watched the old guard and feel like hot gay couple nicky and joe merit a mention here#anyways your reminder that cameron howe robbed a bank#happy sunday bbys! to us and to the housewife star trek shippers who invented slash#femslash february#femslash february 2022#fic#fan fiction#cameron howe#donna clark#donna emerson#haley clark
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Here's a bit of CALMAP headcanon I came up with while almost falling asleep watching a boring TV show
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Anya gives generally terrible advice. It's good that Lexa's keen sense of self-preservation doesn't even allow her to contemplate following it; she would probably be long dead by now, otherwise. Or in jail.
Both prospects sound suddenly very appealing as she sidles up to Clarke one afternoon, sliding her hands into the back pockets of her jeans with faux casual confidence before a long day of filming.
Contrary to her usual modus operandi, Lexa is following Anya's advice.
It's... daunting, a feeling that increases tenfold when Clarke notices her arrival and gives her a charming smile. The hustle and bustle of preparations around them disappears.
"So." Fascinating opener. Way to break the ice. "You never did tell me where you're from."
Clarke looks at her with a smirk and an eyebrow raised in challenge. "You never asked."
Lexa grimaces, grasping at nothing in search of an excuse. "Right, sorry. Well, you see, I was--"
"Sure I was trying to steal your job?"
Clarke's smile is wicked, but there is a tenderness to the glint of her eyes. The slightest hint of turquoise that pulls Lexa in; lets her know she's fine.
"Well-- yeah."
Clarke chuckles before facing forward again. "I don't want your job, Lexa. I like my nine to five."
"That's the first time I've heard someone say they enjoy working here."
"I don't love it, but I do enjoy it. You know," Clarke crosses her arms, glancing back at Lexa, "people always ask kids what their dream job is, but they should really be asking them about their dream life. And my life is pretty damn dreamy as it is."
"I don't suppose this," Lexa gestures around them, "was part of the dream?"
Clarke tosses her head back in a hearty laugh, and Lexa can't help tracing the path and bend of her throat with her eyes.
"No, it wasn't."
"So where are you from?"
"Arkadia."
Lexa scrunches up her brow. "I've never heard of that place."
"You haven't?" Clarke echoes with incredulity. "It's a big city up there in Louisiana."
Lexa's frown deepens.
"Lousiana is... down."
Clarke just hums and gives her a non-committal shrug.
"Are you sure Arkadia actually exists?"
"Are you sure I should trust the judgment of someone who just agreed to shoot a homemade porno written by an astrologer who thinks Sagittarius isn't an actual star sign?"
Lexa opens her mouth to respond, but soon realizes that Clarke makes a... very valid point.
She's best friends with a wannabe entrepreneur who specializes in punk lesbian erotica and cramming more horrible vagina puns into a pornography screenplay than should be humanly possible.
No, she's not in a position to judge. And yet, she's not the only one.
"This would perhaps be a good time to remind you who my co-star in said homemade porno is, Clarke."
"Well I never expected you to trust my judgment."
"Fair point," Lexa concedes with a smile, lightly bumping her shoulder into Clarke's. Her skin burns where their arms touch. "So what made you say yes to the prospect of becoming a porn star?"
"The extra cash. And because it's a fun, novel experience." It's several seconds later when Clarke looks her up and down and adds with a vicious smirk, "And I wanted to see you in your birthday suit."
Lexa's face grows several embarrassing shades of red as Clarke walks away with a wink. Her kingdom for a prison cell. Or a tombstone.
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“Why do you lie?”: A look at a gay Mike Wheeler
This is a sort of a companion post to Will Byers and Growing Up Gay in the Pre-Internet Era, which I posted last year. I looked into what could have possibly been going on with Will as someone with a gay identity at a time when there was little support. Now I’d like to look at Mike, who would have his own unique challenges towards accepting a positive identity. This isn’t meant to be a post for why Mike is gay, as I (and several others) have already addressed that. Instead, I want to look at some of the psychological processes that may be at work in how Mike develops through the series. I will be treating Mike as if he were a real person, rather than a fictional character, and, so, I will attempt to ignore narrative devices (foreshadowing, parallels, etc.) as much as possible.
“Friends don’t lie” is one of the prevailing messages in Stranger Things. It more or less becomes El’s personal motto, so it ultimately became associated more with her than the person who taught it to her: Mike. Despite attempting to instill this value onto El, Mike himself is shown to have a lot of trouble living up to it. While Mike spends quite a lot of time in Season 3 lying to El, she is not the biggest victim of his lies. No, the one he lies to the most is himself, and he seems to have been doing that since Season 1.
According to the Cass Identity Model, a journey to a positive gay identity requires several steps: confusion, comparison, tolerance, acceptance, pride, and synthesis. This is not a perfect model, but it is one of the better attempts to create a general framework for how it worked for many gay individuals, at least in the time it was created (1979). A general way to look at it is that, at least at the time, individuals would work their way through this process as they engaged with the gay and lesbian community and started to see it as less of a bad thing and more as something to be proud of until it finally becomes just another part of who they are.
As I mentioned in my Will post, there is little opportunity for a kid in Hawkins to engage with the gay and lesbian community. There is no internet, nor is there any (known) place for local gays to gather in Hawkins. This results in the only real mention of homosexuality being the slurs thrown around by school bullies and people like Lonnie. A town like Hawkins would be a very difficult place for a young gay person to grow up. This makes it hard for even the initial stage, confusion, even occurring. Mike has deep feelings for Will, but the confusion stage requires that he acknowledge his feelings as homosexual in nature. Instead, I think Mike has been hiding from his own feelings, and it may not have been until the finale of Season 3 that he finally acknowledged them for the first time. So what comes before the first stage?
Lies! Well, sort of. Defense mechanisms are how our minds protect us from the anxiety and social consequences of unwanted thoughts and desires. We all use them, unconsciously, to some extent. The next time you come home from a hard day at work and yell at a family member, ask yourself why you’re angry. Odds are it’s nothing the family member did. Getting angry at work can be a risk to your employment, so, instead, you unconsciously find a “safer” target. In this case it’s still bad, but getting forgiveness from a family member is easier than talking a boss into rehiring you. Mike has similar processes going on to protect him from his budding attraction to Will.
It’s impossible to tell when exactly Mike started thinking of Will as more than a friend, even if he doesn’t label the thoughts as such. He already shows an intense concern for Will in Season 1. When the boyish-looking El shows up and provides an opportunity to find Will, Mike risks his friendships to make use of her powers. He also goes over the top in disguising her as, well, a girl. It probably would have been easier to disguise her as a boy, but Mike decided to put a wig and dress on her, and then apply makeup to her. This could be a combination of displacement and reaction formation. Mike is redirecting his feelings for Will onto El, and also making her as obviously female as he can.
Mike’s bond with El came very quickly, and even caused a rift within the Party. While Dustin and Lucas would come around and value El as a trusted friend, their process with her is more natural than Mike’s rushed, forced relationship with her. Dustin and Lucas had no weird feelings to hide from. Their search for Will contained no unwanted implications, they simply wanted their friend back safe and sound. Still, we would see Mike on the opposite end of this type of interaction in Season 2.
Max is the first “normal” girl to show interest in the Party. Mike reacts to her presence and attempts to join the party with hostility. There is little reason for this, as he was more than willing to allow El to be their friend. He doesn’t truly hate her, and in his own words he can’t hate her as he doesn’t even know her. He simply wants nothing to do with her. His only given reason is that the party is full as it is, which seems to fall flat. It could be that the presence of a girl reminds him of El, but we don’t see him acting hostile to girls in general. It seems, instead, to be his friends’ interest in her that gets Mike to dislike her. While the theory that he is jealous at Will’s interest in Max is intriguing, there isn’t much to go on aside from Will showing a curiosity about her and then letting Dustin and Lucas bring her along for Halloween. Instead, Mike may be projecting here. He shows incredulity that Dustin and Lucas could be so interested in Max despite never having talked to her, suggesting that he thinks getting to know someone is important in regards to being romantically interested. This runs counter to his interactions with El in Season 1. He resents his own behavior, but takes his anger out on his friends and Max instead when he sees them doing something similar.
Mike is very protective of Will throughout Season 2. He also spends a lot of time reaching out to El via his SuperComm, though he admits it’s likely a fruitless effort. His guilt over what has happened to the both of them is another sign of his mixed up feelings for Will and El. On Halloween, Mike and Will open up to each other about how crazy they feel, and they share a smile at the end of a conversation that is arguably a masked love confession. However, as Mike twice brought up El as a part of their conversation, it further reinforces the displacement of Mike’s feelings to her. However, soon after this, Mike finds himself caught up in another Will-related crisis, and El is out of his thoughts until her return at the end of the season.
Mike also shows a lot of willingness to allow himself to be vulnerable with Will in Season 2, something which isn’t seen in his interactions with anyone else. In these moments, Mike’s body language shifts. His tone becomes softer, his head dips slightly, and he peers at Will through his lashes. His aforementioned conversation on Halloween is just one example, but it is also seen when Will is asked if he remembers Mike, when Mike recounts meeting Will as they try to break through to him, when they’re at the movies, and when Will is packing at the end of Season 3. The moment in the shed is perhaps Mike’s most vulnerable moment. He shares a cherished memory, and unashamedly cries while doing so, perhaps even so lost in the moment that he forgets other people are in the room. His feelings, driven into overdrive by the fear of losing Will for good, are beginning to overwhelm him, but he still maintains his “Will behavior.”
This shows an uncharacteristic degree of trust and/or submission. In interactions with other characters, even El, Mike often displays assertive, or even aggressive, tones and stances. Mike doesn’t realize he does this, but we do see him sometimes use similar body language with El, further suggesting that he is redirecting his affections.
Perhaps the biggest moment we see him act this way around El is at the Snow Ball at the end of Season 2. Mike had been having a great time at the dance until Will had gone off to dance. This is strange considering Mike seemed to urge him to go with the girl in the first place. He appears shocked as the pair walks to the dance floor, his mouth agape, and wide eyes staring off into space. This isn’t the body language of someone expressing pride at a friend’s unexpected boldness, but rather it suggests a disturbing revelation. It is at this point that Mike could potentially have moved into the Confusion stage of the Cass model, as he sits on the sidelines (despite Dustin briefly there for company) watching Will dance. Any progress he may have made is instead halted when El arrives unexpectedly. This allows for him to continue using her as an outlet, and gives him a convenient escape from where his thoughts would likely take him.
Season 3 is the first time Mike had to deal with having both El and Will in his life at the same time, and it’s where his defense mechanisms begin to break down. In therapy, the goal is to shine light onto defense mechanisms in order to deconstruct them, so the patient can see and deal with what is actually going on.
We find out Mike has been largely ignoring his friends and spending most of his time with El. He makes a big show of his relationship with El, including leaving early after Dustin had returned from camp under the false pretense of a curfew. The others don’t buy it, and Mike likely knew this. He wanted them to know he was going off to make out with El. When we actually see them alone, they do indeed make out, but, curiously, Mike twice takes steps to make it less intimate. He stops to sing along to the music, for example, despite El not enjoying it. He also removes El’s hands from her face, leaving them both simply leaning forward at each other without additional contact. There is a suggestion here that Mike is not enjoying what he is doing and limiting just how intimate they get.
We continue to see his lack of a desire to be close to El. For her part, El shows behavior that could only be considered clingy. It is she who initiates nearly all of their physical contact, and, at one point, she even literally clings to Mike as Dustin is showing off his gadgets. A close inspection shows that Mike is standing with his arms crossed during this, making no active attempt to return the physical contact. None of this physical intimacy is for his own benefit. While being with El means he doesn’t have to worry about his feelings for Will, it does not really allow him to express those feelings to his satisfaction. This may be why he goes on movie “double dates” with Will, Lucas, and Max in between spending time with El.
The occurrence we see at the movies is clearly not the first due to Steve’s frustrated reaction and their familiarity with his threat. They are late, so there are not enough seats, but there is no hesitation as Mike goes with Will to sit apart from Max and Lucas. Mike is so comfortable with reaching into Will’s bag for the snacks that it suggests it’s happened multiple times before. We also see that, despite his reclusive behavior with El, Mike still has Will on his mind when he asks if Will is ok. His tone again soft, head slightly dipped as he peers up through his lashes. He glances briefly down, possibly at Will’s lips, suggesting he needs to remind himself that it’s not El he’s with at this moment. He is otherwise very content to be “alone” with Will at the movie.
Mike ultimately needs the relationship with El to protect himself against his feelings for Will, and it all comes to a head when they fight after Will’s attempt at a campaign. Mike’s continuous theatrics lead to not only Hopper forcing him to spend less time with El, but to him getting busted as he allows Lucas to lead him through a plan to get El an apology gift. We later see that he has no difficulties apologizing when he feels he should, so his grand gesture is another sign that his relationship with El is more of a show. He puts up no fight when El dumps him, acting annoyed and accusing Max and El of conspiring against him. He’s hiding from his own complicity in order to avoid acknowledging that it doesn’t really bother him as much as it should. He wants El to come back to him to continue his show, but he can’t do anything about it without confronting his feelings. El leaving didn’t hurt him; it just made him angry. This complicates things for him. It was easier for him to shift his feelings to El when he didn’t actually need to do anything about it.
Will loses it at Mike’s disinterest in his campaign, particularly his attempt to abruptly end it. Mike seems to be trying to be just another too-cool ladies man, and he is disallowing himself to enjoy the game. Still, he can’t bare to have hurt Will, and he chases after him when Will tries to leave. Mike struggles to maintain the lie while trying to placate Will. When Will accuses him of ruining everything to make out with “a stupid girl,” we see Mike lash out, saying it’s not his fault Will doesn’t like girls. While this hurt Will, it was likely another case of projection. Mike hates himself for spending all of his time with El because he doesn’t actually like girls. He can’t even stay angry at Will when he sees how hurt Will was with what he said. He tries to explain that this is just how it needs to be, and he appears sad as Will leaves. Unlike with El, Mike is hurt when he loses Will, and he chased after him to apologize. We don’t actually get to see him apologize, however, as the threat-of-the-season kicks into gear, resulting in Mike needing to get El.
Mike thus is able to bounce his feelings back to El. He maintains a physical proximity to Will, but also tries to avoid interacting with him. The apology he never gets to make to Will ends up clumsily being offered to El. Mike’s vulnerable, genuine behavior is absent as he goofily attempts to make nice with his ex-girlfriend. He awkwardly attempts to invoke previous conversations with Will, suggesting an increasing desperation to re-establish El as the safe target for his affections. Cracks had already been forming in his carefully constructed subconscious defense mechanisms as a result of the contrast in how El and Will dumping him made him feel. Mike is starting to see the truth, and he needs to fix it.
Ultimately, the Byers decide to move away. A few months pass between the end of the season and the epilogue where they actually move. Mike seems to be on good terms with both El and Will, but we don’t really know what happened in the interim to get him there. Mike has conversations with both El and Will. His demeanor in each again demonstrate that, despite what he wants others to think, it’s Will who Mike can’t bear to part with. With Will, Mike again shows his vulnerability when Will goes to give away his D&D books. Mike is clearly afraid at the implications, that Will will move on from him, but Will is able to allay his fears, assuring him it’s “not possible” for him to find a new party, and that he expects to just use Mike’s set when he returns. Mike shows no vulnerability with El. In fact, he seems quite at ease as he explains how they’ll talk all the time, so everything will be ok. El suddenly attempts to bring up his previous attempts to talk about feelings, and he feigns ignorance, seeming uncomfortable. There’s a suggestion that they never re-established a romantic relationship. She says she loves him, and he seems perturbed. She kisses him, and he stands there, unresponsive. As she leaves, Mike stands confused and disturbed. He was not expecting that, nor did he enjoy it. Previously, after such a vulnerable moment with Will, Mike would have jumped at the opportunity to shift his feelings to El. Now it seems that he is finally accepting the truth. Defense mechanisms, being elaborate unintentional lies, only work when the individual remains unaware of them. Insight results in the truth being revealed.
As the Byers leave, Mike stares longingly at the cars. His friends all bike away, but he hangs back momentarily, looking back at Will’s house one last time with a pensive look on his face. All his walls have come crumbling down, and he can’t deny it anymore. He can’t pretend it’s El that he loves. He rides home, walking into his home in a daze. We last see him seeking comfort in his mother’s arms, seeking that unconditional love he craves so much. Mike is now confused, consciously aware that he loves Will, dealing with not only losing him, but also the acknowledgement that he’s likely gay. He’s no longer lying to himself, though it remains to be see how he reacts to the truth.
From here it’s all speculation, as we have little to no knowledge of Season 4. Based on the Cass model, Mike needs to explore his gay identity by meeting other gay people. He needs to see that not only is he not alone, but that being gay isn’t a bad thing. This process isn’t easy, and he will need to deal with the social implications of what it means. He may well choose to attempt to maintain a straight image. El being away means he can claim her as his girlfriend without them needing to be intimate. On the other hand, with support, he could work his way through the model and learn to love himself as he is.
Note: I tried hard to stick to a conceptualization of Mike, but this does not mean this is how the writers see him.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl
Rating: T
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen
Characters: Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)
Additional Tags: implied supercorp dumbery, alex's malfunctioning gaydar, strap-on talk, Domestic Fluff
Summary: Alex and Kelly discuss sapphic culture, watch a movie, consider strap-ons, and make the most of same-day delivery. I could pretend there's a plot here but honestly it's just domestic fluff for a cute little prompt.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Imagine Me & You" for the Pride theme at @femslashexchange. First time writing Dansen so I hope you'll enjoy!
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“Stop staring at me like that! I thought you people were supposed to be non-judgmental.”
If Kelly takes issue with Alex’s tone when referring to psychologists as ‘you people’, she certainly doesn’t show it. She just keeps staring, body turned to face Alex’s on the couch and palms neatly resting on her knees like she’s trying to keep her composure in the face of an unhinged patient or something.
Which is, if you ask Alex, an overreaction.
“We are. I wouldn’t say I’m judging you per se, it’s just—“ Kelly presses her lips together for a moment, clearly trying to come up with non-judgmental words to convey her very judgmental (Alex can read it all over her face) thoughts. “It’s just— you’ve really never—“
“Never.” Alex shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Actually, you know what? She shrugs because it’s no big deal.
“But you’ve… I mean, at least you must be familiar with it? Word of mouth, if nothing else?”
Alex contemplates for a moment, lips pursed slightly as she looks up like she’s expecting to find some kind of cue card on the ceiling of their apartment.
“Not really?” she finally decides, after a few moments of soul-searching, “I don’t really— I mean I know it’s uh… lesbian adjacent?” Alex illustrates how unsure she is about that particular statement with a swishy hand motion, but it clearly does nothing to impress her girlfriend.
“Lesbian adjac— Alex!” Kelly’s eyes widen as she finally loses all semblance of professional poker face (not that she’d been doing a great job before, mind you) and lets out an incredulous chuckle. “It’s not lesbian adjacent, it’s— it’s a cornerstone of sapphic culture!”
“Oh come on, Kel!” It’s Alex’s turn to laugh now, more than a little bit charmed by just how passionate her otherwise very rational girlfriend seems to be about something as silly as this. “It’s so not a cornerstone of sapphic anything. Strap-ons? Sure, I could see that. Some dumb—“
“Do not finish that sent— wait, did you just say strap-ons?”
Alex shrugs. She said what she said. She’s also acutely aware of the very visible (and oh, so very pretty) glow on her girlfriend’s cheeks, no matter how hard Kelly tries to look unaffected.
“Anyway,” Kelly shakes her head just so, and Alex could not possibly be any more enamored by the way she clears her throat and shifts on her seat, “as I was saying, I’m surprised a lesbian over thirty has never seen Imagine Me & You, that’s all.”
“Eh. I’m not much for rom-coms. Can we go back to strap-ons for a minute, though? I feel like there’s a conversation to be had there.”
Alex can see the struggle right there in Kelly’s eyes. Will Kelly Olsen drop an argument, mild as this particular one may be, before it’s been thoroughly resolved? Will she give in to the heat Alex can nearly feel radiating off her cheeks and talk about sex toys instead?
“Would you wear it, or would I?” Alex asks, choosing to give her girlfriend a small nudge in the (obvious, if you ask her) right direction.
“You don’t like romantic comedies?” Kelly says at exactly the same time, looking at Alex like she’s suddenly sprouted a second head.
Alex groans, throwing her head back against the couch in such despair she nearly doesn’t hear Kelly’s next words.
“You. I think?”
Oh.
Alex is once again fully engaged with the conversation, licking her lips as she straightens her back and turns to focus on her girlfriend. “Yeah?” Alex can feel heat rising to her own cheeks now, oddly flattered by Kelly’s choice. “You think?”
There’s a certain warmth to Kelly’s smile when she looks into Alex’s eyes. The kind of warmth that lets Alex know Kelly has somehow read her thoughts and understood them, likely better than Alex herself. “I think you could pull it off, yes,” she says, long fingers wrapping around Alex’s and tugging lightly to encourage her to get a little closer.
Alex would love to be the kind of woman who can keep this back and forth of flirty banter going for a while. She’d love to be the kind of woman who can tease and flirt and play the part of the cool lesbian who knows she’s hot stuff. But the thing is, Kelly is just so beautiful. She’s soft and warm and she thinks Alex could pull off a strap-on and she’s practically begging for a kiss (which Alex immediately gives her, of course, she’s not a monster), and how could Alex possibly resist?
How could anyone, really?
Those cool lesbians simply have never had Kelly Olsen’s bedroom eyes directed at them.
“Wanna go on-line shopping?” Alex whispers between the second kiss and the third, grinning when Kelly’s fingers slide into her hair, “I bet they have same-day delivery.”
Kelly chuckles, light and sweet against Alex’s lips and fully obliterating whatever crumbs of coolness Alex may have had left. “In a rush, are we?”
“Lil bit, yeah,” Alex freely admits, a bit too taken with the way Kelly smiles at her to care if she’s proving once again she’s not the coolest where her girlfriend is involved. But, again — how could anyone resist? Kelly shifts on the couch, smoothly readjusting their position until she’s on her back with Alex on top of her, and Alex is pretty sure she’s peaked. Life simply doesn’t get any better than this.
(Alex has thought she’s peaked, on average, around twice a day since she started dating Kelly. Don’t you dare judge her.)
Kelly’s neck smells faintly of lavender when Alex trails kisses up warm skin towards the spot right behind Kelly’s ear.
“Soap thief,” she whispers, teeth gently nipping and making Kelly let out a sound that falls somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, “for shame.”
Kelly doesn’t answer right away. She lets Alex bask in the feeling of having the upper hand for a few seconds, slips her own hands under Alex’s shirt to grab at the solid muscles on her back, spreads her legs so Alex’s thigh can slot between them… and then she speaks.
“Will your cock be lavender too?”
Alex makes a sound. Unfortunately, because it’s neither sexy nor dignified. She sputters, really. Nearly chokes on her own breath. In her defense… well, honestly, she doesn’t think she needs a defense. Who wouldn’t be disarmed by her girlfriend, all warm and soft and rocking against her thigh with purpose, suddenly bringing up lavender cocks?
Come on now.
“W— would you like it lavender?” Alex manages to ask, voice slightly higher than normal as she pushes herself up on her hands to look into Kelly’s eyes. And maybe also to shift her weight onto her knee, her thigh pressing a little harder between Kelly’s legs. “Do you want it lavender?”
“Baby,” Kelly sighs and arches her back just slightly — just enough to make the column of her neck impossible to resist, so Alex presses an open-mouthed kiss to Kelly’s throat and feels the words vibrate against her lips as they come out, “I want it yours.”
***
Alex’s brain doesn’t fully recover until nearly two hours later, when she’s sitting at her desk staring at the tracking website for the package they will be receiving at some point within that same day.
Technology, right? What a wonderful thing.
“Are you still watching that?” Kelly’s tone is teasing as she walks out of the bathroom brushing her fingers through her freshly washed, still wet hair. “Are you expecting it to just teleport here by sheer force of will?”
Alex shrugs. She’s familiar enough with Martian tech to hold out hope for that happening. And honestly, considering the requests Kelly made regarding size while choosing the (lavender, yes) toy, Alex is pretty sure not even staring unblinkingly at her screen fully qualifies her as the most eager person in the room.
“You know it won’t be here for at least a couple hours,” Kelly insists, “but I know just how we could fill the time.”
It’s like a switch has been flipped. One second Alex is staring at the screen, and the next she’s pretty much forgotten there’s a package to receive. Alex wouldn’t call the look on Kelly’s eyes flirty, exactly, but it’s certainly something. Playful, maybe. Is playful better than flirty?
Alex is oh-so-ready to find out.
“Yeah?” Alex says, already on her feet and moving towards Kelly.
Kelly nods, eyes practically sparkling as she sits on the couch once again.
And Alex, of course, follows her.
Who wouldn’t?
Kelly kisses her first. Something short and sweet that leaves Alex smiling and hoping for a reprise. But instead, Kelly speaks.
“We can watch Imagine Me & You.”
Alex groans, and she’d be lying if she said there isn’t at least a bit of dramatic flair involved in the intensity of her despair. “Kelly! I told you I don’t like romcoms!”
“But you love romance!” Kelly motions in the general direction of the shelf that’s nearly overflowing with little mementos of their life together. A box full of movie theater tickets, a dried flower from the first time they celebrated Valentine’s day, the cork from the first bottle of wine they drank in their home… and the collection is very much maintained (and steadily grown) by Alex. “How can you not like romantic comedies? They should be right up your alley.”
“I like real romance. Not… fake, decaf romance.”
And it’s not a controversial statement, Alex thinks. It’s pretty much common sense. There’s real life, and then there’s movies. There’s real romance — the kind that makes her laugh and cry and get butterflies in her stomach — and then there’s Hollywood’s version of romance, which feels hollow most of the time. Everyone knows that, right?
So why is Kelly looking at her like she’s just cracked some kind of code?
“What? Stop being creepy. I liked it better when you were judging me earlier.”
“But you like big dramatic romance movies,” Kelly prods, “right?”
“Well, sure, but that’s different.”
“Because…” Kelly nods encouragingly.
“I don’t know, Kel. I guess because rom-coms are just kinda…” Alex sighs, “I don’t know.”
“Insubstantial?” Kelly offers, “hard to engage with beyond mindless entertainment? Alienating, even, in a way?”
“Right!” Freaking finally, Kelly gets it. Alex isn’t weird. This is a universal phenomenon, obviously. “Exactly! Exactly that.”
“Honey,” Kelly pats the back of Alex’s hand affectionately, voice down to just barely above a whisper, “that’s ‘cause you’re gay.”
Alex scoffs, somewhere between amused and outraged. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”
Kelly’s eyes narrow just slightly. There’s a glint to them that Alex knows very well. It’s the look Kelly gets when she knows she’s right.
“Tell you what,” Kelly says, leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table and then leaning against Alex’s side as she turns on the tv, “you watch this one movie with me, indulge my scientific curiosity, and if you haven’t changed your mind by the end I’ll drop the subject forever.”
It’s not a bad offer. Alex purses her lips and pretends to think about it very seriously anyway, just because it’s one thing to be thoroughly whipped when it comes to her girlfriend, but it’s a whole different story to not even try to pretend she can put her foot down once in a while.
Besides, she loves the way Kelly’s face lights up when Alex finally (inevitably) says yes.
“Okay, fine,” Alex sighs just to offset the sheer size of her heart eyes when Kelly does, in fact, light up, “one movie.”
Kelly practically flies through their streaming options, clearly more than familiar with the location of Imagine Me & You. And there are so many questions Alex could ask. So many ways she could poke fun at her girlfriend for what’s clearly a bit of a fangirly obsession. But right when Kelly presses play, Alex notices something that pulls her attention in an entirely different direction.
“Piper Perabo! Oh, I love her,” she sighs, wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulders as her girlfriend snuggles into her preferred movie-watching position, “I watched Coyote Ugly a million times as a teen. My mom ended up getting me the DVD so I’d stop renting it every single week.”
Kelly chuckles lightly, draping one arm across Alex’s waist. “And that didn’t give you any hints that you might have been a bit gay?”
Alex shrugs. Whether she’d been really oblivious or just in denial, she’s at a point in her life and her journey now where she can make a bit of fun of her teenage self. “What can I say? My gaydar’s never been the most finely tuned.”
“Yeah, no kidding. Just look at the Kara thing.”
“The what now?” Alex looks away from the screen to stare at Kelly instead. As far as she’s aware — and she’s a very observant vigilante, mind you — there’s no such thing as ‘the Kara thing’, whatever that means. And what would that have to do with her (lack of a) gaydar, anyway? “What Kara thing?”
“Nothing,” Kelly points at the screen, “watch the movie.”
“No, what did you me— is that Cersei Lannister?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s so good in this. I may have a bit of a crush.”
“On Cersei freaking Lannister, Kel?” Alex lets out an amused chuckle. “I’m honestly not sure how I feel about that.”
“Will you please just watch the movie?”
“Fine, fine, sheesh,” Alex moves her hand down Kelly’s side just to gently poke at a particularly ticklish spot, “but I can’t promise I won’t be too freaked out about Cersei to fully focus.”
But there’s Piper Perabo in a beautiful wedding dress flashing a beautiful smile, and really, not even Cersei Lannister being on the receiving end of that smile can stop Alex from getting sucked into the movie and what’s happening in it.
She watches a ring fall into a punch bowl and exchanged looks and smiles. She hears, much to her surprise, unspoken lines between Piper Perabo and Cersei Lannister that make her smile at the screen because yeah— yeah, she’s been there. She’s smiled like that. She’s felt like that. She’s so enthralled by the movie that it’s only when she feels herself laugh at Cersei’s friend calling herself ecstatic that she realizes she’s been quiet for a while.
“Ok, that was funny. Most rom-coms aren’t even really coms.”
“You’re enjoying this,” Kelly says, her voice full of teasing glee.
Alex feels color rise to her cheeks. “Will you please just watch the movie?”
Kelly doesn’t argue this time.
There’s a science presentation in the dark, pinky fingers nearly touching, a very questionable choice at the movie rental place — “oh, no, you don’t want to learn from Georgie’s Bush” — and then there’s a date.
Alex feels Kelly hold her a little tighter when Rachel asks Luce — who cares about Cersei Lannister, anyway? — to put both her arms around her, and she feels herself smile like a fool when the lily’s meaning is shared. And then. Then there’s almost a kiss, but not quite, and Rachel barging into the flower shop, and Alex is fully invested now. There’s simply no turning back.
“Oh! Oh, no, Rachel, it can’t be over!” She says out loud, because this poor conflicted woman clearly needs advice. “Don’t leave her— oh, she’s back!”
Alex has seen so many on-screen kisses. So many.
She’s watched hundreds of love stories, from cartoons to dark thrillers and everything in between. She’s been having regular movie nights with Kara since she was a teenager, and most times the chosen movie has at least one romantic storyline, if not several.
But this.
This lands somewhere deep inside her chest. And when the kiss ends because Luce has thorns in her bum, Alex realizes there are tears running down her face.
“You all right, baby?” Kelly shifts to press a kiss to Alex’s cheek, catching a tear with her lips.
“Uh huh,” Alex nods. And then she stops nodding. She even stops holding Kelly, because she needs both hands to cover her eyes. “Oh, God. Oh, not him. I can’t watch this.”
But she does anyway. Through the spaces between her fingers at first, and then fully because one of her hands is covering her mouth now, the other holding Kelly once again.
“Don’t tell her to go!” She says, voice watery and just a little shaky as she struggles to keep herself together. But it lasts only as long as it takes for Luce to ask Rachel to remember her, because, “she won’t—“ Alex hiccups, “she won’t remember anything else, Kel.”
“I know, honey.”
Alex nods. She’s crying now. Really crying. Watching Rachel tell her sleeping husband doesn’t help, and neither does her conversation with her parents — though it does pull a watery chuckle out of Alex — or Luce’s talk to her mom. She’s still crying when people pile into a car and start chasing Luce’s cab, because she knows this is going to have a happy ending. Right? That’s the beauty of romantic comedies.
“Oh, the song!” She stage whispers, pointing at the screen when the cyclist rides past the car, and then gasps when Rachel climbs onto the roof of the car. “She’s gonna do it, isn’t she? She’s gonna call number nine a wanker for her lady?”
“A bit cheesy, huh?”
Alex’s eyes widen in utter disbelief. “Cheesy?” She tears her eyes away from the screen once that last kiss is over just to shoot Kelly an indignant look. “How dare you.”
Kelly chuckles, something soft and quiet as she rearranges herself on the couch to free her hands so she can help wipe tears from Alex’s face. “So? What did you think?”
Alex sniffles. She’s not quite done crying yet, but she can still try and maintain at least a crumb of dignity after spectacularly losing this particular argument. “All right,” she concedes, shrugging one shoulder like she’s not at all still a bit weepy over Piper Perabo getting her girl, “it was okay.”
“Yeah?” Kelly reaches for the tissue box on the coffee table and holds it so Alex can take one (or five).
“It wasn’t awful,” Alex says, blowing her nose, and then contemplates simply leaving it at that. But she can’t help herself. “Can we watch more?”
Kelly grins. “More romantic comedies?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean,” Kelly echoes, pressing a lingering kiss to Alex’s lips, “we can start a bit of a sapphic movie night tradition. We can ask Kara and Lena to join in.”
Well, that’s weird. Don’t get her wrong, Alex loves her sister and Lena and watching movies together, but she’s not following Kelly’s leap from sapphic cinema to them. And her confusion must be written all over her face, because Kelly explains even before Alex can ask.
“You know. To expand their film horizons.” There’s something in Kelly’s tone that makes Alex feel like there’s more to it than that, but she’s a bit busy dealing with her post-movie emotions to investigate. “Besides, Lena always brings amazing wine when we have them over.”
Alex is about to agree — Lena does have excellent taste in wine — but the doorbell distracts her before she can.
The doorbell.
Same-day delivery.
“Oh, it’s here!” Kelly practically leaps to her feet, pressing the button to let the delivery person in and standing by the door to wait for them to make their way upstairs.
“Dammit, Kel. Look at me,” Alex sniffles and grabs a handful of tissues to try and fully dry her face, “how am I supposed to — and I quote — ‘fuck you into the mattress’ like this?”
Kelly winks at her just as the doorbell rings. “Trust me, baby. I’ll help you with that.”
And you know what? Alex has no reason to doubt that she will.
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how do u think a dair + serenessa double date would go? 👀
i tried my best, but tbh i think it’d be chaotic because i feel like the kind of things serena and vanessa would do on dates vs the kind of things dan and blair would do on dates would be wildly different! so if any of these options feel ooc that’s probably why. this was a fun ask though! and i came up with 5 potential double dates so hopefully at least ONE feels correct....
under the cut, because it got long (of course it did)
pre-date, dan & vanessa get ready together, and blair & serena get ready together. i think blair would do fishtail braids for serena or something, and serena would give blair input on what to wear, zip her dress. they'd fix each other's make-up. dan and vanessa would be doing the same thing! vanessa fixes dan's tie (she's had practice with nate's ties after discreet make-out sessions at his WASPy relatives' place, she knows how to fix a tie) and smooths down his suit. dan probably does something elaborate or fancy or pretty with her hair, braiding ribbons in or something (he grew up with jenny, he knows how to help a girl look fancy for a special occasion).
option 1:
they'd meet at a neutral location, like a park or something, and vanessa and serena would walk around slightly ahead of dan and blair, arms looped together, talking excitedly about something that dan and blair exchange puzzled looks at. dan and blair would walk around too, more leisurely, not really saying much but just enjoying each other's company? or maybe the would talk a lot because, well, they're dan and blair. eventually, blair reaches out for dan's hand and holds it and dan turns a fascinating shade of pink
they're in the park for an hour, until they either get bored or get kicked out for hanging out in the kids area because they're making the children wait lkhfdlkfgklgf. i think vanessa and serena would spend a lot of time on the merry go round while dan and blair stare at them with disappointed horrified wonder, like "how are they going so fast and not throwing up?" / "i don't know" . dan and blair would just sit on swings and not swing LKFHLKDGH.
after this, they do dinner at a posh restaurant, blair's choice.
option 2:
art gallery date!
dan and blair are being their lovely pretentious selves, going deep into symbolism and historical context and interpretation of paintings using different frameworks and like - vanessa knows enough to join them in the debate, but like....
serena is right there staring at various pictures and saying things like "this shade of green is so calming and soothing, makes me think of peppermint" or "if i could only see one colour for the rest of my life, it'd be this violet" or "this blue feels so melancholic" and vanessa finds herself so so so curious about what serena means, and she really wants to know what her girlfriend means, so she loops an arm around serena's waist and asks all the right questions (she's not trying to ask the right questions, she genuinely wants to know), all "what do you mean by that" or "why do you think that is" or "melancholic how? could you give me another example?"
serena is touched that vanessa actually wants to hear her interpretations as opposed to being academic or whatever
meanwhile dan and blair are two seconds away from yelling or frothing at the mouth. they are looking at a picture of sisyphus and arguing about what it means.
"do we do something about that?" serena asks. "nah, they're flirting," vanessa says.
db disappear for a hot minute, and when they return, blair's lipstick smudged on dan's face, serena and vanessa do a GREAT JOB at keeping their expressions neutral
option 3:
beach date! blair hates it because of all the sand but then dan piggybacks her everywhere and she's too busy having fun to really think about the sand. until dan runs right into the waves and she's shrieking, and she's like, humphrey do you know how much these clothes cost, and he thinks she's going to cry or something, and she knows he thinks that, because the next thing he knows, she's pushing him back into the water and he's spluttering because he actually dressed up for once (yes, he dressed up for the beach, his fancy ass girlfriend is totally rubbing off on him)
serena and vanessa just look at them like why are our friends like this
serena gets a surfboard and vanessa watches her and cheers
dan and blair are both just lying on a picnic blanket (vanessa's picnic blanket, now covered in seawater, thank you very much) and laughing so hard that vanessa goes, 'hey, are you both sober? did you show up here drunk?' and that just sets them off again
option 4:
open mic! blair bullies dan into performing a poem, and he goes, i know you write too, waldorf, so you’ve got to do something as well, and she does!! she’s never really thought of herself as a writer before but at that minute, she does.
vanessa gives serena a poem she’s written on the back of a receipt from some coffee shop, and serena goes and performs it, and dan and blair are both like, why didn’t you perform your own poem? and vanessa’s like, i wrote it for serena to perform. it’s a poem meant for serena in every possible way
they want to tease her for being a sap but they unfortunately have no ground to do so
after this they go to some nice, fun, extremely casual eatery in brooklyn and blair complains loudly and at every possible opportunity but once they’re actually there, she’s all smiles. she steals the salad off dan’s plate
serena talks to vanessa later, about ‘did you give me a poem to ensure i wouldn’t feel left out?’ and vanessa goes ‘no i gave you a poem because i wanted to. because i can’t stop writing poems about you and you mean so much to me’
option 5:
vanessa takes all of them to a lesbian concert
blair’s initially awkward about it like ‘i don’t want people to think im a lesbian!’ and dan is like “you can just kiss me in that case” and vanessa is like, “funny, nate never complained about that”
later, blair talks to dan about how the real reason she’s iffy about this concert is her hugeass crush on serena from when they were kids, and she’s over it, but sometimes she remembers it and it always hurts
and dan, to her surprise, gives her a hug and tells her about the hugeass crush he had on vanessa, and how she took him to these concerts all the time before she left and he kept wondering what it meant, because it always felt like a date, their bodies always smushed close together because of the way the crowd would be, and he tells her that it hurt, but he wants to go to a concert with blair, to make new memories or whatev
blair is like ‘nothing about this experience sounds appealing’
dan is like, ‘give it a try before you judge it’
and blair does and she hates the crowd as expected so she and dan sit outside together and she feels mildly awful about making him miss the concert, but they’re near one of the doors and they can still hear the music and blair thinks the band isn’t half bad and she tells him that, and dan laughs, like, ‘see? i knew you’d like them’ and blair gives him an incredulous look and kisses him
and keeps kissing him
serena and vanessa come out of the venue laughing, faces pink and flushed, and they look at dan and blair, who are standing there and smiling and looking sort of quiet and at peace and happy despite leaving in the middle
vanessa checks on blair, and blair smiles at her and says it’s all good, and v believes her, because she looks really happy
#dair#serenessa#anon#this was so much fun and i am SO deep in my feels#despite difference in vibes i feel like both serenessa and dair sort of like#have this ability to see each other's worst flaws and go 'i love you anyway'#which makes them so similar despite being wildly different?
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