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#tournament poll#curtwen#zerxus ilerez#asmodeus#curt mega#owen carvour#exandria unllimited calamity#spies are forever#most homoerotic enemies#poll 37
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I don't really ship Steelbee (idk why) but I am infinitely amused by the idea of someone learning that Bumblebee has a nemesis (Steeljaw) and instantly comparing it to the nemesis arrangement Megs and Oppy had and being so. Fucking. Smug.
#maccadam#transformers#tfp megatron#tfp optimus prime#megop#rid bumblebee#rid steeljaw#steelbee#transformers prime#transformers robots in disguise#tf rid15#look i find some of the parallels in the show interesting.#but i absolutely love the idea that among the soldiers enemies to lovers is the most popular original fiction or fanfiction trope#and it's 100% Megatron and Optimus's fault because now everyone can't think of the nemesis dynamic as anything but homoerotic#the inherent homoeroticism of the hero and the villain /hj#why did my brain just say steeljaw kept getting cucked from power by other antagonists. he was trying so hard.
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#rollo so u love books too huh#guess who ur coming across in the library then#the two most annoying fucks on campus also hate eachother this is grand#malleus is slightly homoerotic w 2 ppl and sebek goes#yes my new mortal enemy#i may or may not clean this up to post on main but lmao its so funny#why am i still talking#twst spoilers#my art#ikkkkk in my minddd that rollo is a great magician n very talented but also consider#sebek can snap him like a twig#anyways i love them both sm#rollo also fo sure dislikes fae since they run on magic basically#exactly opposite beliefs these 2#exept for hating themselves#they got that in common yippeeeee#maybe i should leave my rollo sebek analysis OUT of the tags of a shitpost
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I don't know if any of you remembers the show huntik, I don't know if it was ever aired outside of Italy, but it's from the same animation studio and director of winx and I was obsessed when I was 13 so naturally when I found out it was free to watch on raiplay I decided to rewatch and now I was reminded of how much I ship the main two couples (zhante mostly but lok and sophie too they're cute) and I want to scream because iirc the show only has two seasons with an open ending because the third one was never made and none of the pairing end up together canonically
#huntik#huntik secrets and seekers#i don't know how to explain how i feel#I'm only on ep 17 and already want to write fanfiction about it#this is really a me and other 3 people fandom situation#also dafoe is clearly gay and his obsession with dante reads like an unhealthy coping mechanism for a unrequited crush#he really out there saying the most homosexually charged shit to this man who's supposedly his enemy#and this is why having a nemesis is intrinsically homoerotic#I ramble
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I had people telling me my fanart made they want to read/watch detective conan and this makes me very happy but also i think it's funny if most of my followers have no idea what it's really about and think it's some yaoi
#ig most people at least know it's about a british flag colored 7yo kid who solves cases#And probably that some of you are very confused seeing some grow ass man doing homosexual activities#But it's just that after 75 volumes starts a subplot about mentally ill blond homosexual who has a dead boyfriend#a husband with whom he adopted a kid (puppy)#and a worst enemy he's so obsessed with that each time he tries to kill him it ends up in the most homoerotic fight known to a man#and i like them all a lot...#just trust me.#btw if you're interested in detective conan but don't really know how to start ect my ask box is super open ^^
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as aesthetically pleasing drinking the blood of your enemies may be, fresh from the body really does send a clearer message
#Ive been thinking about cannibalism again#Blood clots really fast outside the body#And it would cool down in a goblet#So really a hot gush of blood from an enemy as they bleed out is a practical thing#To Capitalize on the best texture. Part of the experience is lapping from the flesh anyway#How can you be homoerotic if you arent putting your mouth on the most vulnerable (i.e. wounded) parts of your enemy as the life drains from#Their eyes?#Its about the CONNECTION
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most beautiful woman in the world BTW…
#shut up about bg3.#me doing all the romance scenes so I can take more screencaps of shri’iia 😔🫶#i managed to get lae’zel/astarion/karlach/shadowheart this time around so WHO SAID she doesn’t get bitches!!!!!!#but I think out of the four lae’zel and astarion’s scenes fits with her character the most bc she’s not the type to sit down and have#heart to hearts… which pains me to say because karlach was so cute about it 😭😭😭😭😩🙏#i think I’ll keep astarion bc I’m still delusional and believe that shadowheart and lae’zel can have a thing 😭#like what was that homoerotic straddling with the knife on the neck for….. ??? idk …. I love enemies to lovers 🙄🙄🙄#but I managed to be an oath breaker in this playthrough ! and defended the grove from minthara#which was SUCH a hard fight like omg ….#I just got lucky that I managed to kill her in one turn with shri’iia otherwise i would’ve been wasted ..#but it’s now the start of shri’iia’s oath breaker arc aka she’s not bound to her oaths / devotion to lolth#so maybe now she’ll be decent LOL#speaking of oath breaker arc I actually have a sketch for shri’iia but I’m like u know who this pose will fit too ….. jaime…..
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is i medici good? no. is matteo martari literally thee most perfect casting for francesco de' pazzi we will ever get? yes. also the assassination episode is so good it makes s2 worth rewatching just for that.
#do i still spend most of my time complaining about it? yes. but i am a medici hater and pazzi apologist#in a wild turn of events tho this show makes me want to be a temporary medici defender because they made them so#fucking boring like good grief what have you done to them#like ideologically i dont like the medici family but in a narrative??? they are INTERESTING and this show. ough. they've massacred#my enemies. the tragedy of it all wtf#also everyone is so heterosexual its weird as hell. they've straightwashed the renaissance. unforgivable crimes to me#cosimo de' medici didn't sponsor homoerotic literature for this#lorenzo de' medici didn't write poetry on how to enjoy gay sex for this
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not me creating yet another original crack treated seriously comic
#you'll see yall#bro's nonsense#im collabing with my sibling for the most ambitious use of enemies to lovers crack treated seriously comic#there are a ton of puns#there are jingly hats#there is homoerotic stand up comedy
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Wait, with all my posting about that X-Men episode, I forgot the best part.
Xavier: “I have been probing the recesses of Sabretooth’s mind.”
Wolverine: (claws out) “How about you let me probe his recesses?”
Um....Logan? I don’t think that sounds the way you think it sounds.....
Sabretooth: “Aww, what’s wrong, Wolverine? Don’t wanna kiss and make up?”
Wolverine: (still claws out) “Kiss these!”
Okay, that’s it, you boys are both going into time-out.
#wolverine is only allowed to have homoerotic energy with cyclops#and morph#and most of his friends and enemies I guess#x-men tas
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#tournament poll#fuffy#spangel#faith lehane#buffy summers#spike#angelus#buffy the vampire slayer#most homoerotic enemies#poll 19
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ORV as textposts 39/???
[Photo ID - 10 images from the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint manhwa with Tumblr posts pasted upon them.
The first image shows the backs of nine members of the main cast as they look toward the sun in the background. The text post is by Tumblr user daisies-on-a-cup and reads, "THEY DID IT THEY ESCAPED THE NARRATIVE!!! THERE IS A WAY OUT!!! THE STORY CAN BE ALTERED!!! YOU ARE NOT STUCK-THERE IS AN ESCAPE!!!! THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL BUT YOU HAVE TO WALK TOWARDS IT!!!!"
The second image shows Kim Dokja in a suit with his hand on his hip. The text post is by Tumblr user yuridefender and reads, "i do love stories that start out with the protagonist going "hi! 👋😀 i am such a normal guy. the most average person ever. 😄 an average joe even. i have no friends or enemies. i spend my time reading books and sing to myself on occasions. nothing to see here! ^^" and it turns out that not only are they a liar but also the most fucked up person ever. and a cunt"
The third image shows Kim Dokja with a shocked face. Yoo Joonghyuk is clutching Kim Dokja's shoulder as he falls. Lee Hyungsung is behind Kim Dokja on the viewer's right, and Yoo Sangah and Shin Yoosung are running toward Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from the viewer's left. The text post is by Tumblr user littlespoonsokka and reads "oh and btw the love was there and it changed everything. if u even care"
The fourth image shows Kim Dokja. The text post is by Tumblr user tomwambsgirl and reads, "being an unreliable narrator is inherently homoerotic". They reblogged with an addition that reads, "what do you have to hide? your sexuality?"
The fifth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk yelling dramatically. The text post is by Tumblr user fembutchboygirl and reads, "He's a cis man. He's transfem. He's nonbinary. He has 35 genders. He's a cis woman. He's a trans man. Gender, he barely knows her. He's transmasc. He's gnc. He doesn't know what a pronoun is. I didn t say his name but he popped into your head didn't he"
The sixth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk staring at Kim Dokja while he holds him by the throat. Kim Dokja is slightly beaten up and smirking back at him. The text post is by Tumblr user neilgayman69 and reads, "They have never canonically fucked. But also they have, and they should, and it would be a horrible idea."
The seventh image has Yoo Joonghyk hunched over in the foreground with Lee Hyungsung to his left and Shin Yoosung to his right. Kim Dokja is in the background with Yoo Sangah on his right and the viewer's left. He's facing Yoo Joonghyuk and the viewer slightly and is hunched over with a sword in his hand. The text post is by Tumblr user billypotts and reads, "stories about time travel are about two things. number one is inevitable tragedy. number two is seeing that inevitable tragedy and saying oh god I will make this right please even if I can't fix it I will try to make this right. also I lied they're about three things and third is obviously love"
The eighth image is a close-up of Kim Dokja with smile and dull eyes against a black background. The text post is by Tumblr user raylangivins and reads, "I love a character who's like "I know exactly who I am and I'm being very authentic about it" and then when you analyse his behaviour even a little bit you realise his self perception is completely selective and delusional."
The ninth image shows Han Sooyoung, Yoo Joonghyuk, and Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonghyuk is leaned over Han Sooyoung's back while Kim Dokja is slightly off to the viewer's right with a confused expression. The text post is by Tumblr user notsoni and reads, "Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps"
The final image shows the members of Kimcom sitting around a garbage-can fire with drinks. The text post is by Tumblr user gothritsu and reads, "if theres no found family what is the God Damn Fucking Point". /End ID]
ID by @incorrect-web-novels tysm!!!
#listen these ones are all long all at once and I apologize#but I try to group them by VIBE#and these are all meta posts ya know#and meta posts get LONGE#so here we are#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscent reader#omniscient reader webtoon#omniscient reader novel#orv spoilers#just in case!!#orv novel spoilers#orv novel#kim dokja#kimcom#dokhyuk#yoohankim#yoo joonghyuk
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DanandPhilCrafts + Fucked Up Queer Devotion + Christian Homophobia: An Essay
We’ve all been talking about the willingness of Dan and Phil to perform the ritual, we’ve all been talking about the intimacy of carving out your lover’s heart, but I have not heard anyone talk about the fucked up side of Dan and Phil’s (fictional) relationship with each other, and with Him, so here goes.
On the craft channel, Dan and Phil act overwhelmingly positive, like satanic children’s show hosts, but this is clearly a farce. We see them drop their smiles quite a few times during the crafting- most notably in Glitter Faces when Dan’s craft turns out wrong, and when Phil cuts Dan’s hand. “Don’t cry, craft” is directed towards the audience, but it seems Dan and Phil are following their own advice. Cults, after all, prey on vulnerable people. While they do seem scared of doing the ritual, and their involvement with Him, they are, however, definitely willing. In
The blood on Dan after he kills Phil is interesting; The handprint on his shirt isn’t a sign of a struggle, but rather Phil just grabbing his shirt- that’s pretty intimate, honestly. The blood on his face could’ve been caused by a bunch of things: blood splatter he wiped at? wiping at his face (eyes?) with a bloody hand? or Phil holding his face? (I like the third option) The blood on his nose might totally have been accidental, and just a thing that happened, but it could also be an allusion to the cat whiskers, in the spirit of bringing things back to the beginning and whatnot.
After the ritual is complete, there’s the obvious tarot symbolism. @freckliedan has a great post about this, but I’ve got more to add, so bear with me. Yes, Dan and Phil are framed as the lovers, but that’s not all. While the sexual deviance associated with the devil card has clear connections to queerness, it’s main association is usually unhealthy relationships and dependence. From this, and the obvious devotion displayed in the video, the craft versions of Dan and Phil are implied to be unhealthily dependent on each other, and devoted to the point of obsession. While the relationship certainly isn’t abusive, this obsession just isn’t healthy.
Furthering the unhealthy relationship idea is when Phil calls Dan “Sampson”. In the Bible or whatever (I’m not Christian sue me) Sampson topples these pillars, killing both himself and his enemies, which has a clear parallel to Dan’s stacked ingredients falling over, but the use of “folly” is interesting, and suggests a further connection. Sampson had married a prostitute, and she sold him out, basically, leading to his enslavement and later death. In this story, this is the clearest and most obvious act of folly by Sampson: marrying someone who he shouldn’t have, someone who it was taboo for him to be with. Connected to Dan and Phil, it suggests that their relationship is dangerous due to the social taboo, but it’s also implied that Phil will betray Dan. Perhaps we’ll see that in a 5th crafts installment, or perhaps it’s simply a commentary on being in a relationship with someone considered unacceptable.
Speaking of unhealthy relationships, that’s sure what they’ve got with Him! Leading up to the ritual, Dan and Phil are shown to be scared of Him, even though they call Him their friend. Dan’s head shake when Phil says “crafting has improved my life in numerous ways” is very telling. At the end, Dan’s shoulders tense at His first footstep, however, when He actually touches Dan, he doesn’t seem scared at all- forgive me for this next point, but from the way he kinda leans into the touch and tilts his head back, it seems more like he’s going for “turned on” rather than “scared”.
“Okay, cool” you say, “but what does it mean?” Well, Dan and Phil’s relationship in this series is not just about homoerotic undertones- this is an allegory for toxic queer sexual relationships. Why would they make something about toxic relationships when they’re in a healthy relationship? With the toxicity, and the power imbalances, and the satanism, Dan and Phil’s (fictional) relationship is a representation of Christian fears of queerness, and the supposed immoral/corrupting/anti-Christian effects of being in a queer relationship. The fear Dan and Phil show throughout the series is representative of internalized homophobia. They’re scared to align themselves with Him because it means accepting their own queerness. Dan shows more fear than Phil throughout the series (like after his glitter face turns out to be a pentacle) which parallels his real world internalized homophobia that he’s experienced. By holding hands with the devil (or baphomet?) standing behind them, Dan and Phil have embodied every conservative fear about queerness, but have come out on top. Through their YouTube channel, we get to do the same.
#in conclusion:#if DanandPhilCrafts is about anything#it’s about how it’s okay to be gay#lol#thanks for reading if you made it this far :)#I would love to hear other people’s thoughts on this!#dnp#dan and phil#phan#amazingphil#daniel howell#danandphilcrafts#dan and phil crafts#phandom analysis
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Greater Sumeru Autism Polycule
This started off as a joke and sorta spiraled outta control just a teensy tiny lil bit. Honestly I would’ve liked to have slapped a bit more on there but uh. Paper space was limited. Transcript below readmore because I know my handwriting can be difficult for some to read? (Plus extra character interpretations/headcanons in italics.)
Disaster MLM half:
Cyno - Highly competitive, except towards Nari, who he practically reveres.
Tighnari - Designated mom friend. (Tighnari is a master of knowing when to be strict and when to be soft. He doesn’t take crap from anyone, but he’s also got a very kind and caring side that encourages others to open up/be vulnerable to him. He makes sure people are taken care of.)
Alhaitham - (He is often misunderstood by others as looking down on them and does nothing to correct their misconceptions or to try and make friends, so I imagine he may have been a bit surprised to basically wake up one day and find himself surrounded by people who look past that and see him for who he is, given that he is probably Teyvat’s most introverted person. He tends to analyze and pick apart the people he likes, like he’s examining them in a petri dish, and if he cares for them he will go out of his way to do silent favors. Not one to express affection verbally (I don’t think he knows how to communicate in a way that isn’t biting and critical,) he lets his actions speak for themselves, and if the other person doesn’t pick up on it, then whatever.)
Kaveh - (An emotional wreck who gives and gives and gives and gives and gives. The people who really stick in his life in the end though are the ones who support him, rather than the other way around, even though Kaveh does his best to try and keep his multitude of problems to himself.)
Kaveh and Alhaitham: Friends to enemies to roommates to lovers? (It’s complicated.) (Tsundere x Kuudere. Teyvat’s messiest gays, hands down. There is so much more to say about them than I have the room for here.)
Cyno and Tighnari: Anthro guy and his furry boyfriend, sweet and spend as much time together as possible, co-parenting Collei. (They’re very domestic with each other. Cyno lowkey lives for competition and usually bonds with others through it, but he doesn’t really do that so much with Nari, their relationship seems to be the exception. Perhaps because Cyno thinks so highly of Tighnari and has such a tremendous amount of trust for him that he just sort of believes Tighnari will succeed at whatever he does.)
Kaveh and Cyno: Met through Tighnari, and like each other a lot. Unbeknownst to Kaveh though, Cyno sees him as a comedic rival. (And thinks he’s very pretty.) (Kaveh is unaware of this. Both the Cyno thinking he’s pretty bit, and the fact that Cyno sees him as a comedic rival. Kaveh doesn’t even try to be funny, his rants about his roommate just sort of are by default.)
Cyno and Alhaitham: Like two tomcats having a standoff (homoerotic edition.) (Haitham is not typically a competitive person, but his respect and admiration for Cyno makes him sort of an exception, and each of them r e a l l y bring out the fight in each other. I think of their relationship as being much like the one between a shounen protag (in this case Cyno) and their rival (in this case Alhaitham.) They challenge each other, bring out the best in each other and have fun in the process, and form a close bond built on a deep level of mutual respect. A.k.a if Cyno is Yugi-coded, then Alhaitham is his Kaiba.)
Alhaitham and Tighnari: Met through Kaveh, lowkey awkward and shy towards each other in a way neither really expresses. They don’t quite fully know what to make of the other, but they do like each other. (Could become something more…?) (They seem to interact the least in the group, and Tighnari’s perception of Alhaitham is probably effected by Kaveh’s endless ranting and venting, but they’re both friendly towards each other and seem to like each other. But I’d like to see them interact more directly with each other. Plus - sometimes Alhaitham needs to be told he’s being a prideful idiot - and I think Tighnari’s the only person in his life who would be able to calmly break down and explain why he’s being an idiot, and Alhaitham would be very likely to listen to him.)
Tighnari and Kaveh: Long time besties, Nari is Kaveh’s designated venting buddy and his last anchor to sanity. (Tighnari is also particularly gentle with and supportive of Kaveh.)
Wholesome WLW half:
Dehya - Tripped and ended up with three girlfriends, and brought them all together. (Dehya probably gets propositions from a lotta starstruck swooning ladies, but it’s always while she’s on the job, and she’s a professional. Plus, I hc her as demiromantic, I just get the vibe that she’d only really want to date people she already knows well. She has a very tough reputation, but is very tender with her three weed smoking gfs.)
Dunyarzad - Is very active during her Elezar recovery and often travels to visit her various girlfriends and likes to bring them gifts. (I think she loves nature, and once she’s able to more freely move and explore without the threat of being locked away, I think nothing could stop Dunyarzad from going to see as much of Sumeru as she can. Dehya often accompanies her.)
Nilou - This is what punk looks like in Sumeru. (Local artist down to overthrow the government at the drop of a hat, is stuck in a constant struggle against the Akademiya to have the right to exist as herself publicly. Nilou’s incredibly badass, actually.)
Candace - Calm and comforting, Candace herself is like an oasis in the desert to those close to her.
Dehya and Dunyarzad: Lady and her knight romance. (Their adoration for each other is clear. Dehya’s too professional to date her employer, but all bets are off once she quits.)
Dehya and Candace: Two of the desert’s toughest warriors being ridiculously cute and wholesome together.
Dehya and Nilou: Dehya not only has a lot of respect for Nilou’s nonconformity and resistance, but also finds her adorable. Takes her out often.
Dunyarzad and Nilou: Long standing friends, now go on trips together often. (Nilou’s schedule is very flexible, so she’s often down to travel with Dunyarzad at the drop of a hat, where Dehya is sometimes preoccupied with a job. Plus, they totally both end up planning future Sabzeruz festivals together.)
Dunyarzad and Candace: Met through Dehya and quickly became close. Dunyarzad has a type, and it’s sweet yet badass women.
Candace and Nilou: Nilou’s always the most successful at getting Candace to step away from her duties in Aaru village and go have fun with everyone. (The others really don’t know how she does it.)
Aaaand the couple of bridges between:
Kaveh and Nilou: Unbreakable bond of the only two art kids in Sumeru. (Pls hoyo I need them to interact in canon.)
Alhaitham and Dehya: Alhaitham has a one-sided crush on Dehya, (and occasionally invites her to TCG nights,) while Dehya thinks he’s the weirdest friend she has. (I hc Alhaitham as the kind of bisexual guy who’s 99% attracted to men with like One Buff Woman thrown in there because. Frankly. I think it adds a really funny extra dimension to their relationship. Haitham has never met anyone as forthright and honest as Dehya, and admires that about her. Dehya would never reciprocate his feelings in a million years, she values him as a friend, but also finds him snooty and insufferable at times, and struggles to understand him largely because of the vast cultural/communication style gap between Akademiya scholars and Eremite mercenaries, though this is somewhat bridged by the fact that both of them are extremely honest, blunt, and upfront about what they think. Despite their differences, they are a fun duo.)
#genshin impact#kaveh#alhaitham#cyno#tighnari#dehya#nilou#candace#dunyarzad#kavetham#haikaveh#cynari#cytham#haino#kavenari#4ggravate#dehyarzad#candehya#uhhhhh I’m not aware of ship names for the rest of these pairings so I’ll just leave it at that#coloring’s a bit messy bc this was in my sketchbook and though moleskine CAN handle watercolor it is not ideal#although tbh I’m. Often not completely happy w/ how my face coloring turns out of darker skinned characters#and when I am happy with it I feel like it photographs weird.#and I’ve been trying to work on that for how long now?????#maybe I need to find/make better paints or maybe I need to get gud. Probably both#cherallart
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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)
HOUR SIXTEEN
in which you and eddie take some time to figure each other out in the afterglow of honesty.
→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn
→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni
→ wc: 2.7k+
masterlist.
spotify playlist.
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HOUR SIXTEEN - 7:00 AM
Eddie’s favorite color is red. He likes his coffee with an obscene amount of sugar and creamer, which always leads to a regrettable stomach ache. He learned to play guitar on an acoustic six string handed down to him by his uncle, and he’s completely self taught beyond what his uncle taught him about basic notes. And his uncle’s name is Wayne. He refers to the man that raised him as Uncle Wayne.
Honesty turns out to be quite the beautiful thing in the morning light, and for the first time, you feel as though you’re truly getting to know Eddie.
It’s a give and take, an even exchange of bits and pieces of each other that are handed over without much thought. You finally have a clearer picture of the man you’ve spent the last fifteen hours straight with. A full photograph in time of who he is, who he really is, in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to fathom a week before. And it’s ironic, looking back on your relationship’s progression with him, the way you two keep skipping over steps before retracing to what was missed. How ironic you’ve let him see you at your most primal and vulnerable, but you’ve just learned his favorite color.
Eddie Munson isn’t a dick. He’s kind, he’s a huge goddamn nerd, he can be funny sometimes, his favorite color is red, but he isn’t a dick as you’ve been led to believe he was this last year.
Well, maybe led isn’t the right word. Everyone told you he wasn’t a dick. You just never listened.
Eddie’s just revealed his favorite movie genre as horror when you’re leaning forward, elbows pressing into your thighs as you ask him with a grin, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Very funny reference,” he deadpans, barely keeping his face straight as he jokingly narrows his eyes, “Especially considering it’s the Scream franchise.”
You still haven’t brought up that question of why exactly he fought for your honor after that fight. His grand reveal left you with more confusion than you ever could have anticipated, and more than this fragile friendship could handle this early in the morning. So you’d buried it down, somewhere deep inside, for the sake of the friendship.
“You can’t just say an entire franchise. Pick a favorite one, idiot.”
Friendship. Was that what this was? When was the last time one of your friends had seen you naked, or ate you out atop a kitchen counter?
“The first one. You can’t beat the classic.”
You fight your smile in a similar fashion that he is. Mirroring joy, mirroring surprise, “You’re definitely only saying that for the whole homoerotic friendship between Stu and Billy.”
“Oh, I definitely am,” he doesn’t even try to deny it as he cracks and laughs softly, “What about you?”
Even after nearly an hour of doing this, going back and forth and learning about each other, the novelty of Eddie genuinely asking you things about yourself hasn’t worn off. The curiosity that lights in his eyes, the way he leans into you to hear each word clearly – it makes you question if this was the same man who had once been so cruel.
“My favorite scary movie? I… don’t have one,” you lean back into your chair, a small huff of air escaping you from impact.
There’s two mugs of coffee on the small garden table between your chairs, having gone cold long since Eddie retrieved them for the two of you. That had been when he’d earnestly told you about his coffee preference – he’d been sweetly shy about the ordeal, bashful as he looked down at the mugs and informed you he’d tried to only put a normal amount of cream in yours, only a little bit of sugar. It had been so endearing, the way that when you asked what he meant by normal and he’d only murmured his confession of how he took his morning caffeine over the mug’s lip, you nearly caved into yourself.
“That’s impossible. No way. Absolutely not,” Eddie is animated as he waves his hands around wildly in front of him, shaking his head furiously at your answer, “I refuse to believe you don’t have a favorite scary movie, especially considering you quoted an iconic franchise. If you can quote Scream, you can tell me what your favorite is-”
You interrupt him with laughter, scrunching up your face, “Okay, first of all- Eddie, hey,” he’s still rambling, still being terribly dramatic in the flailing of his arms, so you reach over to grip the forearm closest to you. All his movements immediately cease as his eyes widen, staring directly at you in an oddity of shock, “First of all, it’s just common knowledge of pop culture. I’ve never even seen those movies,” you’re not sure if Eddie is breathing as your hand remains still tightly clasped against his forearm, and you’re not sure why he wouldn’t be, “Second of all, I’m a wimp. Scary movies might be my least favorite kind of movie, right behind apocalyptic action movies.”
When he takes a sudden deep breath, you realize he had been holding his breath, “Apocalyptic action movies?”
You begin to explain, to list examples, and you never once take your hand off his arms. You rattle off a list – 2012, The Day After Tomorrow, San Andrea’s Fault, etc. – all the while feeling his pulse race beneath his warm skin. All the while selfishly enjoying the contact, wondering how long it might take staying like this before your fingertips would mold to him. Maybe they’d eventually melt into his arm, skin molten together so that where he ends and where you begin is impossible to distinguish. A closeness with him that you had never craved so ardently before tonight, before today.
“So, doomsday movies,” he hums after you give your examples. If you were smart, you’d let go of him. It’s been too long for the contact to be brushed off as normal, “Does that mean you also hate zombie movies?”
“Nope. Those are an entirely different thing.”
“I wouldn’t say they’re entirely different.”
“They are. They’re completely unrealistic! San Andrea’s Fault… sort of… well, it could happen.”
“They’re not completely unrealistic. Some of them almost have, like, legit science behind them.”
You hadn’t even noticed that he scooted his chair closer. Or the slip of his arm in your loosening grasp, leading your hand until it rests against his wrist, so close to holding onto his own hand that rests palm up against his thigh in wait.
An offering.
“There is no logical way that one day, our world is going to turn into a real-life Walking Dead situation,” you say, trying to steady your breathing.
You won’t make the first move.
He’s leading this moment. If he wants to hold your hand, then he can take that final leap of faith.
“Have you actually seen The Walking Dead, or are you just blindly making pop culture references again?”
You can feel the thrill of his heartbeat pick up in the center of his wrist before he does it. With subtle movements, his wrist slips between your fingertips.
Only for them to be recaptured by his own knuckles. The dust settles. The warmth spreads. Your palm is pressed to his palm, your fingers interlocked between his fingers.
“I have seen that one,” you tell him quietly, looking down at your conjoined hands. His eyes are also downcast to them. The tendon in his wrist flexes as he tightens his grip on your hand, the small squeeze becoming more sure. It’s not an accident; this was never an accident.
It’s in the hair you notice on his forearm, wispy and blonde and almost comical in contrast to the dark curls that grow from his scalp. A layer of fuzz that covers alabaster skin dotted in rare and faded freckles, nearly invisible unless you look closely enough. You can see the tan line across his wrist from where he would normally wear a watch. If you follow the details further up his arm, away from the wrist now awkwardly pressed against yours in a twist, you can see the faded blue-black ink of his tattoos. That flock of bats, the most faded of his numerous additions to his skin, taunts you. You’ve already known him up close and personal in the last few hours, felt him flush against you and memorized the way his body was capable of pressing into yours, but it’s in these details that the ache arises. The sadness that you’ve never known him quite this personally before this moment, and the fear that you never will again.
An ache all because he’s let you close enough to learn the details of his skin – what a marvelous thing.
“That’s a miracle,” he mutters, fully entranced as he rubs the pad of his thumb across the top of your fingers. You’re quick to return the motion; his knuckles are far more rough than yours, and you try to count the groves in them, from long weeks no doubt, all in that brief swipe, “Or else I would have had to have insisted upon ending this lovely honesty hour, and subjecting you to a marathon.”
“We can still have a marathon.”
You’d do just about anything to remain in this position, to stay this impossibly close to him. You’re selfish and you’re clingy, squeezing his hand a little bit tighter as he had done to you, as if the grip on it reflects your grip on the moment. You can’t let it go – you can’t let him go.
No matter how you have had him, no matter how long he sits in this golden hour with his hand in yours, it will never be enough. This sudden and abruptly-arriving ache is incurable.
You want him, you need him, you bloom for him.
There’s something in his smirk as he awkwardly uses his freehand to bring his mug of too-sweet coffee to his lips that almost whispers that there’s a chance: he also wants you, he also needs you, he also blooms for you.
And so you tell him about yourself in turn. You don’t just stop at your distaste for horror or your fear of doomsday movies. You tell him how you don’t have a favorite color, how you switch it up too often and all he can do is chuckle at your indecisiveness. Once, an insecurity – now something silly to find amusement in at his side. You reveal to him your coffee preference; you take it with a normal amount of cream and just a little bit of sugar. You don’t reveal to him that before today, you’d always turned your nose up to hot coffee, an iced coffee connoisseur. Something in the sparkle of his eyes warns that he might already know. You don’t play any instruments, but you have a list of songs for him to learn, insisting that someday he’d have to play them for you on that guitar his Uncle Wayne gave him. (You can’t think too much on the way you’re once more speaking in some days with him. Your heart might burst if you do.)
You try to bare your soul, to stare down the barrel of honesty, just as he had. It’s scarier than you could have imagined. Finally, after fifteen hours, you get it.
You get it, and it only makes you squeeze his hand tighter.
At some point, he notices the way the sun is warming both of you with each passing minute, palms now sweaty against each other as he asks, “Do you want to go back inside?”
No. I want to live in this moment for the rest of my days. “We can if you want to.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Tell me what you want. You constantly do that with everyone else, you know. Let them make the decisions,” he’s smiling softly, eyes squinted against the sun now rising high in the sky, “I can’t even count the amount of times you’ve said that to Nancy on both hands. Which, I mean, awesome – Nance fuckin’ loves being the decision-maker. But we’re talking about me. You’ve never been shy about butting heads with me.”
You raise your eyebrows, “Quite the sudden high horse, Mr. Honesty.”
“Yeah,” he shrugs, “Well, it’s honesty hour. So, here’s more honesty – I love when you give me a run for my money. Who else is going to tell me to shut the fuck up when I’m on track to ramble for hours about Lord of the Rings?”
“You want to talk honesty? I would only tell you to shut up because I might have blown my cover and you’d realize I actually enjoyed your company.”
The soft smile widens, more shameless and more radiant, “Coulda fooled me.”
“I did fool you,” you tease, and your hand slips from his, but the warmth left behind doesn’t. It’s buried deep in your bones now.
Things will never return to normal, not for you. It isn’t a bad thing – it’s only a sure thing.
“For what it’s worth…” he pauses, that smile faltering. “I enjoyed your company far more than I ever let on, too.”
Is that why you fought for me, after fighting against me?
He doesn’t let you reply, instead smacking both of his now free palms against his thighs as he moves to stand, “Anyways, I actually do happen to want to go inside,” he gestures to those faded swirls of tattoos across his biceps and forearms, “I don’t expose myself to too much sun for obvious reasons.”
“Reasons being you’re a vampire?” you tease.
“Ha-ha,” he deadpans, “Yes, it’s definitely because I’m a vampire and not because of these sick tatties.”
“Calling those abominations sick is pushing it,” you playfully counter as you scoot to the edge of the seat of the chair, unsticking your thighs from plastic, “And I knew it. Your skin is practically glittering like diamonds, Edward.”
He scowls. “So Twilight is off the marathon line up.”
He sticks out a hand, the same one you had clung to for most of your conversation with each other. You don’t take it immediately.
“There’s going to be a marathon?”
“You’ve got something better to do?”
The thought of cuddling up with him on the couch has your heart pounding. Honestly, the couch would now remain tainted for the rest of your days. You might even continue to avoid showing up to his apartment just to avoid flushing red any time you see one of your friends take a seat on the spot he once took you on, had pressed into you as your knees had dug into those cushions, as you had moaned his na-
You had to stop thinking about it before he noticed your thighs pressing together tightly.
“For the record,” he says, hand still extended, unwavering as the sun forms an aura of gold around his outline, “Honesty hour doesn’t have to end when we go inside. From here on out, I actually insist that it be on the table. One of the perks of being my friend, I suppose.”
Those are the magic words. You don’t need to immediately know why he fought for you, or why he really led you to believe he hated you for so long. You don’t need to know why he kissed you and you don’t need to know why he’d changed his tune so suddenly the first night you two met. All you needed to know was that if you wanted to know, if you ever find the guts to ask him about these things, he would tell you.
You reach out and take his hand.
Immediately, he pulls you comically hard out of your chair. When you fumble directly into his chest, he’s already chuckling and wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you.
“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, pulling back and glaring up at him without any true venom, “Eager much?”
“Very,” he boyishly grins down at you and your heart skips a beat.
Eagerly, wildly, suddenly, comfortingly – he now occupies a space in your brain you weren’t aware existed. It almost whispers I was always here, always waiting for him.
The two of you don’t waste any time as he tugs you inside, the promise of a movie marathon awaiting the two of you.
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