btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
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btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
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Bradley is asexual, and he's open about it, though mostly it's just him reiterating that "he's not interested" whenever his fellow aviators make comments.
Jake has known Beadley for over ten years, and despite Not Knowing The Lingo, he's gotten the message: Bradley Bradshaw does not have sex. Further clarification after a drunk night out: he is repulsed even by the thought of it.
He takes that to mean he doesn't have relationships, because to Jake, they come together.
He learns the difference eventually, but continues to keep Bradley firmly in the NAH category, because Jake fucking loves sex and he's just not interested in being in a relationship without one.
Except... Jake realises he and Bradley are compatible in ways he's never been with anyone else. They talk for hours, once, about everything and anything, a quarter sniping and bantering, a quarter the most delving psychological shut, and half utter nonsense that's still everything the most invested he's been in a conversation.
Bradley loves cooking but hates cleaning, Jake doesn't know shit about the kitchen but keeps everything spotless.
Bradley gets invited to the Seresin house alongside the Daggers and somehow his nieces and nephews don't even remember anyone else — they're all just obsessed with Bradley.
The worst thing is, everyone starts to see they're perfect for each other, too. Javy starts making comments and Nat starts making Shovel Talk Is Coming eyes at him and Admiral Kazansky Nods at him once and Mav seems to hate him more than ever.
There is no Big Moment, at the end of the day. Bradley doesn't nearly die during a mission, forcing Jake to realise how much he needs him. It's just all of them hanging out as a group, Bradley doing the UGLIEST honk laugh at a joke Jake has made that no one else finds funny, and Jake realises he wants a relationship with Bradley more than he wants a relationship with sex. That he has his right hand, and his left, and his goddamn foot if that's what it takes, but at some point in his life intimacy has become talking for hours and someone who always laughs at your jokes rather than sex.
And because Jake has no impulse control and no shame, he asks Bradley out then and there, in front of God and every asshole who will never let him live it down.
forever love that the basketball scene is like
billy: hey. hey hey hey hey. i heard you were cool. are you cool. everybody says you were cool. and now you're a little bitch. are you a little bitch. look at me look at me. hey cool cool bitch look at me are you looking
steve: why... is this happening
Quick while the astronauts are no-transmission behind the moon let’s arrange the continents into a funny shape
155a. so they have met.
“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Billy⬇️
love when an absolute nightmare of a character is introduced and all you can think is "jesus christ buddy what the hell is your problem" and the narrative gives you a hot minute to stew before explaining Exactly what is Their Problem. and you just sorta sit back in your metaphorical rocking chair and think "huh. yeah okay fair. that would do this to a person, yes."
nobody tells you this bc it’s stupid but the best thing to do while on your period is play the sims 4 on a laptop in bed. not only is the sims 4 more fun when you’re emotionally disregulated but the processing power required for the worlds least optimized & shittiest video game of all time will cause your laptop to actively try to kill itself and depending on your position while playing the 3000 degree nuclear meltdown occurring in your lap makes a wonderful natural heating pad. Pro gamer tip
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metalsandwich…. steddiegrove… whatevaaaa just take this after weeks of not touching it and now finished it in one go lol
My special talent is that I can draw connections between anything. Which is good for literary analysis but also makes me socially weird
Most skills that are conducive to writing and writing related activities also make you socially weird
honestly pour one out for tommy whoever the fuck from season one bc imagine putting in YEARS trying to set up a homoerotic tension situationship with king steve harrington and then spending the next several years watching an army of your classmates do what you could not. Billy’s one thing, but then eddie “super duper senior freak” munson pulls it off while on the run from murder charges???? then jonathan byers strolls his unkempt high ass back into town and somehow bags the prettiest boy in hawkins history? oh my god they’d have to put me on suicide watch
steve is drunk -or wasted, is more like it- and at a house party when he makes his way outside for some fresh air and stumbles into billy hargrove who is smoking while leaning against a wall. the blonde looks like he always does, of course, wearing a partially unbuttoned shirt with a leather jacket over it, jeans that makes his ass look amzing (not that steve’s looked or anything) and with his curls perfect and his pendant resting delicately between his pecs. steve is immediately angry.
“asshole.” steve grumbles and billy turns his head to look at him, his lips slowly spreading into a smirk.
“king steve.” billy greets coolly, blowing out cigarette smoke from between his perfect pink lips and steve goes from angry to furious.
“asshole!” he says more passionately and stumbles closer, pretty sure that the blonde muttered something that sounded like ‘you are what you eat’ with a smug grin on his lips but steve was a little too drunk to tell.
“i have a question.” he slurs, narrowing his eyes at billy. “answer my question, asshole.” he insists, clumsily crossing his arms over his chest.
“ask your question, princess.” billy says as he raises a perfect eyebrow (steve is gonna punch him. in the mouth… with his mouth.) and steve grins a little at the petname before he can help himself.
“are you a model?” he slurs and billy just stares at him. “like, w-where you born looking like a calvin klein model or was puberty just nice to only you?” he narrows his eyes as he asks, leaning closer and poking billy in the chest and wow, what a nice, fit chest. steve wants to rest his head on it. or lick it… or bite it. wait, no he doesn’t, he’s angry at billy and his perfect everything.
“that’s two questions, pretty boy.” billy informs him with an amused curl to his lips, throwing aside his cigarette and gripping the hand that steve has pressed to his chest and squeezing it gently. “shut up, i’m mad at you.” steve tells him and considers stepping back and away from billy. doesn’t do it.
“mad at me?” billy asks, his eyes slightly wide. “why?” the blonde tilts his head as he leans closer to steve, their faces now inches apart.
“you’re so hot. you’re too hot, how are you so hot?” steve groans, aware that he’s currently whining but too drunk to care. billy looks like christmas came early, his eyes bright and his lips curled into a wide grin as he slowly pulls steve closer. “you think i’m hot?” billy asks like someone who knows the answer but just wants it said again and steve is drunk but he isn’t stupid, thank you very much, and he’s very much in control of the situation so he’s not gonna tell billy that he thinks he’s hot.
“no.” he pouts and billy snorts, smoothing a hand down his back. “okay,” billy agrees easily, his lips now curling into a fond smile, “how much did you drink, princess?” he asks and steve blinks in response.
“i have a question for you.” he tells billy and frowns in confusion when billy just laughs. “are you gonna ask me if i’m a model or if puberty was only nice to me and no one else?” he asks and steve gapes at him, wondering if billy is somehow a mind reader. “woah.” he breathes in awe and billy only laughs harder before he just picks steve up bridal style, his chest still rumbling with laughter.
“let’s get you home, pretty boy.” billy says and steve just pouts and rests his head on his shoulders as billy walks back into the house to make his way out the door, ignoring the people who call his name and muttering something about coming back later for steve’s car as he approaches the camaro and holds steve with just one arm in order to open the passenger side door. steve feels a shiver go down his spine at that.
billy carefully places him down on the passenger seat and buckles him in before making his way around the car to get into the driver’s seat, shutting the door and putting the key in the ignition, smirking as he turns it and the camaro roars to life.
“seatbelt.” steve huffs as billy pulls out of the driveway and starts driving down the street. “seatbelt, c’mon.” he insists and pokes billy’s arm (woah, hello muscles), nodding when billy rolls his eyes but dutifully puts his seatbelt on.
steve looks out the window after a few moments of silence. “where’re we goin’?” he mumbles, yawning and scratching lazily at his jaw. he turns his head to see billy looking at him while giving him a soft, fond smile. “eyes on the road.” he says and billy huffs and rolls his eyes again. asshole.
“i’m gonna take you home.” billy mutters as he turns his attention back to the dark roads of hawkins.
steve just stares at the side of billy’s face for a few long moments. “i have a question for you.” he eventually says and is extremely confused when billy just bursts into laughter, having to stop on the side of the road from how hard he’s laughing.
whatever. asshole.
Genuinely Robin being so enthusiastic in telling the entire room of teenagers and adults alike that Steve has a massive dick and him being utterly horrified means so much to me. The best friends of all time.