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0kayblue · 4 years

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Movie Night Need

A Movie Night Need

It has been months since you got Billy back and you two have been stuck to the hip ever since. You guys were getting back into a routine and you both were apart of this little disturbed family. A family that made absolutely no sense, but still a family. Something Billy never really had before. And you had a boyfriend, Steve Harrington. Things were starting to look perfect. But, lately Billy’s been avoiding you like the plague and it’s hurting the both of you.

Character Relations: Billy Hargrove x reader , Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: Hey, it’s been a hot minute. Ducks aren’t in a row and they probably never will be lol. This popped into my head and I just wrote it down. Enjoy.

WARNINGS: CURSING

The familiar scent of buttered popcorn clouded the small living room as everyone tried to get comfortable around the TV. As elbows dug into sides and legs unwillingly outstretched and bent to accommodate to the space that was left the room grew louder and louder. Listening to them bicker was always the best part of movie night, but Billy couldn’t focus on a single word the kids were saying. Billy was too busy watching your head rest on Steve’s chest and how his arm was wrapped around your waist. Billy’s gaze was so fixated on you and how tenderly Steve held you- it was enough to make his blood pressure rise.

“Jesus, just sit down, dorks. I would like to see the movie sometime tonight.” Billy’s gaze was broken by the sound of Robin-who apparently didn’t know how to sit like a normal human being. Billy’s eyes flickered back to you as he tried to relax back into the recliner.

The last few movie nights he hasn’t even tried to watch the movies that played on the TV. Movie night, he didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t his favorite thing to do every other week. It was more of a check in then anything, to make sure everyone was doing as well as they could be after everything. A family get together if you will. So Billy got through it for Max, and for El, and for you. Even though lately he’s been trying to avoid you and it’s been hell. Ever since you started dating Steve he had found it hard to be around you and yet all he wanted to do was be around you. Most all of him wanted to take up all your time that way you wouldn’t have a second to be with Steve, to be so selfish with you that Steve wouldn’t have a choice but to see himself as option number two. Most all of him.

The rest of him told him to keep his distance, to get himself in order so he didn’t go overboard and push everyone away- push you away. So much of Billy has changed these past few months, he’s started behaving more and more like the Billy you genuinely got to know before anyone else got to know him. Not the the asshole Hawkins knew him as. Even though some of those asshole tendencies were still there, but they were tendencies most had anyway- the easily sparked temper, the prideful arrogance, the unforgiving stubbornness. They were defining characteristics that made Billy who he was; but it was important that it was understood that they weren’t all that Billy was. Believe it or not, Billy was rather thoughtful, had a rather strong sense of integrity, and was more generous than most.

You and Billy were birds of a feather and the hardest to separate out of the gang. You were the one that pestered everyone about Billy and getting him back. Insisting he wasn’t dead and that the Russians had him. Then, once the hard part was over the healing process began, and you were there every step of the way. Learning how to change bandages and keep wounds clean. Long and sleepless nights of just talking and comforting Billy, either with him or through the phone. It was a lot and it was far from finished, but a lot of progress has been made. Regardless though, you two still talked on the phone until Hopper yelled at Billy for being up so late. You two were thick as thieves, that’s why this sudden split was so unnatural.

It was unnatural to everyone. It left everyone confused- it left you more than just confused. It felt like you were just dropped off in the middle of nowhere in the dark with no clue which way was right or left. It truthfully took a toll on you, you weren’t expecting Billy to let you go so soon. After everything you expected Billy and you to be together forever, even if it wasn’t exactly the way you wanted it. But, you’ve just been trying to brush it off and carry on as normal. You reached for Billy and he either kept the conversation short or he just wasn’t there. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why he all of a sudden wanted nothing to do with you, but you figured he had just grown tired. You still were nowhere close to accepting it, you were furious. There was a fire in your bones whenever you looked at him, but you still can't bring yourself to speak up. Besides, what would you even say without sounding pathetic? So you just kept your distance.

Billy’s leg started to bounce again as he saw Steve kiss your temple. It was infuriating. You were with him after everything? It just didn’t make any sense to him- and to anyone for that matter. You never even mentioned the slightest interest in the guy and all of a sudden you’re having hushed conversations with him in the corner of the room. It was always you and him, not you and Steve. Billy closed his eyes and let out a shallow breath, trying to calm himself. He should’ve made the move, he was just so scared that you wouldn’t feel the same. That his feelings would chase you away. He couldn’t handle the rejection from you, so he just kept things the way they were, thinking you’d always be right there. He was wrong, of course, he was just hoping he had a little more time. And whoever it was that swept you off your feet wasn’t the guy that was apart of this little fucked up family. Wasn’t the guy that you befriended while he was locked away in a Russian cell or the guy he had vendetta- for virtually no reason- with during high school. It pissed him off to no extent, he should’ve known that pretty boy was going to be the one that went after you.

But, he has got to get over that. He has to come to terms with the fact that you and Steve were together and he was just a friend. Billy’s got those moments that you were constantly by his side, the moments were you treated him like the fine China that Susan kept on display in a curio cabinet, or the times you’d lean against him when you were stuck with the goblins way later than you should be at the arcade. The times you just started rubbing his back when you sensed he was uncomfortable and your hand probably stayed there longer than it should have, or when your eyes found his in a room telling him exactly what was on your mind. To him that meant something, something so much more, but he guesses he was wrong.

A sharp hit to the leg pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked down at the culprit. Max was leaning against the side of the recliner, “Movie’s starting.”

“Hands where I can see them.” Billy joked and as Max’s face twisted in disgust a sly smirk found Billy’s face, “I’m serious.” Max rolled her eyes and turned to start up conversation with Lucas again. An airy laugh left Billy as the room went dark and everyone focused on the TV.

“You okay?” Steve asked pulling you out of your exhausted wandering thoughts. A little hum made its way out of closed lips as they formed into a little sweet smile. Steve let out a harsh breath of air through his nostrils as a weak smile crossed his face. “Alright. Whenever you’re ready.” Steve said as he placed a strong kiss on your forehead.

You are extremely tired, but Steve knew that wasn’t just it. He knew that it was Billy and Steve was not about to force you to talk about something you weren’t ready to talk about. He wasn’t going to poke and prod, he decided to just be patient with you, he knew you’d speak with him when you were ready. He didn’t know if you had feelings for Billy, but he knew Billy had feelings for you. He knew that’s why Billy pushed himself away from you- he knew, Hopper knew, Joyce knew, Murray knew, Nancy knew, Robin knew, Max knew, and hell even Mike knew. But did you know?

As The Shining’s long and boring intro started Billy’s mind tried to focus on the film. Tried to keep his eyes trained on the TV and not on the way you were already starting to fall asleep on Steve’s chest. It was a battle between you and the TV. Thoughts of you winning every time. What exactly have you been up to lately? You’ve been working a lot more than usual because he’s seen your beaten down black 1971 Oldsmobile 442 in the parking lot of the corner store you worked at. That had to be the reason you were so tired. You only said ‘hi’ to him before you crawled onto the sofa and away from the fight over cheap pizza in the kitchen. Come to think of it Billy didn’t even see you eat.

Billy’s watched at least forty five minutes of this movie give or take in between the time he’s watched you sleep against Steve’s chest. He’s absorbed maybe fifteen minutes of it between worrying about you and trying to put together what to say to you to clean up his mess.

Frustrated, Billy’s leg started to bounce anxiously again as he moved to the edge of the recliner. Breaking his gaze with the TV he looked over to search for your frame until he realized it wasn’t there. Steve sat there alone, this might be the only chance he has to talk to you.

“What are you doing?” Max hushed, irritated at the noise of the recliner breaking the barrier between reality and the psychological horror film that played on the screen in front of them.

“Popcorn.” He gritted out, standing up and making his mind up to go and talk to you. He had no idea what he was going to say, but he had to try, he had to fix this. He ruffled Max’s hair while stealing her and Lucas’s popcorn bowl, and before she could swat his hand away, he was gone and the almost empty bowl was set on the breakfast bar. She just sighed as Lucas took her hand, her brother has always been an idiot who didn’t know how to clean up his messes.

You sat on the toilet lid seat, you didn’t want to be here and you sure as hell didn’t want to be only feet away from Billy. It hurt too much. You should’ve canceled and lied saying you had taken an extra shift while actually you stayed at home in bed. As you pulled your knees to your chest you tried to hold it together. You always told yourself you’d be okay if this happened, why weren’t you okay? Things were starting to look up. Things were settling down and everyone was trying to get back to a semi-normal life. The kids were entering there teens in strides. You had a decent paying job and you just about had enough money saved to go on a trip. You were in a relationship. Everything looked so perfect. Why wasn’t everything perfect?

You took a deep breath rubbing your temples. Billy was leaving you and you were not coping well with it. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend, you have a boyfriend. Speaking of boyfriend, Steve. You needed to talk to him, you needed to tell him you needed a break. Give him the whole ‘It’s not you it’s me’ spiel, because it was you. You just needed it to be you for awhile, maybe you two could be something. You just needed to go on that trip and get away for awhile. Get Billy out of your head, push those feelings aside once and for all, because he was obviously tired of you so it was time that you forget him. It was stupid of you to think that a boyfriend would help, because damn, it’s becoming more and more clear that Billy still had such a strong hold on you.

As Billy rushed down the hall and to the right he stopped dead in his tracks in front of the bathroom door. Just a moment of second guessing himself entered his head before he knocked on the door three times, pausing for a few seconds between each knock. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked not too hesitantly as he leaned his head against the door before opening it. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Your voice was weak as you crossed your arms over your chest, shielding yourself from Billy. Your tired eyes avoided eye contact as you looked at the floor and noticed how desperately the tile needed to be mopped. “What’s up? Are you okay?” Despite the concern in your voice, your eyes remained glued to the floor as you continued to sink into yourself. It felt so nice to be near him, even though you wanted to deck him in the face.

“No.” Billy walked into the small bathroom shutting the door behind him. Disappointment filling the air, can’t you look at him, all he’s done is look at you and you won’t even give him a quick glance. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing, I’m okay.” You irritatedly stated breaking your eye contact with the floor and finally looking him in the eyes. You looked so exhausted and it hurt Billy. He let you fly under his radar for far too long, he should have done this so much earlier, but he was too busy being a jealous child and pushing himself away from you. He was hoping Steve was taking care of you, but he obviously wasn’t doing much. You looked so puny you must haven’t eaten an actual meal in awhile, and your eyes were bloodshot so you most definitely haven’t been sleeping. Why didn’t he come to take care of you sooner? Billy kicked himself, how shutout have you became in the past few weeks?

With a chuckle and not being able to take the exhaustion and hurt in your eyes he painfully broke eye contact, “Liar.”

“Liar? Excuse me?”

“Yeah, a liar.” Billy bluntly said as he leaned against the exposed wood door. “Tell me what’s wrong. I know you aren’t okay.” Your eyes widened for a split second-this boy had the audacity to corner you into a bathroom and demand answers, when he himself was the main reason you were so upset-your brows knitted together and a tight and angry frown plastered itself to your face. You shifted your weight on one leg. “Nothing is wrong you, bumbling buffoon. Just get out of my way-.”

“You can’t be serious-?” Billy’s voice raising a little bit before he swallowed hard, trying to bring his temper back down. He knows he doesn’t deserve answers, but he needs them in order to fix this. “You can’t be serious?” His voice slightly cracking as he repeated himself. “(Y/N), I know something is wrong and I know I haven’t been around, but I’m here now. I need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” You tapped your fingers against your arm in irritation. If he would just say sorry and tell you the truth. You both could get on with your lives and interact kindly with each other while you hung out with your little makeshift family. They didn’t have to know anything went down and it could remain your final little secret.

In your terrifyingly angry silence Billy stepped out of himself. Maybe this wasn’t about him, maybe it never was about him. He racked his brain for something that El or Max might’ve told him. Something that might’ve happened over the past few weeks. He remembers how they talked about how you snuck them some snacks the other day, and how you tried to tell this one joke that you couldn’t even make it through because you thought it was so funny, and how Steve was dropping you off at work and one day he just stopped. He quickly clenched his hands into his fist and gritted his teeth together, “Steve.” You raised an eyebrow and when you went to say something Billy was quick to cut you off. “He didn’t do anything did he? I swear to God if he did you need to tell me right now, (Y/N)! I’ll beat his ass-!”

Your arms flew out from your chest and up in the air in frustration, “Steve? You think Steve did something to me? This is the first I’ve seen Steve all week! I’ve been working like crazy, and I’m exhausted, and you’ve done nothing but frustrate me!” You yelled before taking a quick and deep breathe and then lowering your voice to a stern hush, “You don’t stop by work even though I’ve seen you drive by! We haven’t hung out one on one in forever! You never call! You avoid me like the black plague! I don’t know if your okay and it keeps me up at night! But I’m too stubborn to call because one time I did, and you never answered, and I just took that as you didn’t want me around! Do you not want me around? What did I do to you to make you push me away, because as far as I can go back I don’t remember doing anything wrong and it’s killing me, Billy! It’s killing me! So in short, Steve didn’t do anything, you did! You idiot!” Your fingertips rubbed your forehead as an arm crossed your chest as a shield, protecting yourself again. “It’s like I need you, or something.” You let out an airy frustrated laugh, there went not screaming at him. It’s true what they say, the truth hurts. It hurts because no matter how hard you try to lie to yourself and say if they picked up and left you’d be fine, you’d never be fine. You weren’t fine and you couldn’t handle Billy packing up and leaving because you needed him.

Billy broke, this was all his fault. Seeing you like this threw all rhyme or reason out of the window. So instead of just saying sorry and sticking whatever fragment of a plan he had, he charged into everything head first, ready to tell you; ready to make everything better regardless of the rejection he could face. He was ready to just have you back. “Not want you around? Are you that oblivious?” His tone gruff as he walked closer to you. As your hand fell from your forehead and you went to defend yourself, but as your eyes locked and you saw him draw nearer to you; you backed up until your back hit the wall. “You don’t think I need you either? Damn, (Y/N)!” His right arm outstretched and his palm slamming straight down on the wall right beside your head, pinning you against the way. Your arms coming undone in disbelief as your face turned red, he was so close, the only thing keeping him from being up against you was his arm that was supporting his weight as he leaned against the wall. “I’m trying so hard to keep my distance from you because I can’t deal with you being with him! I can’t handle it and I don’t want to ruin it because of how happy you looked! Hell, how happy he looks! The way he looks at you drives me insane because that’s how I looked at you! How I still look at you! I want to look at you and not feel guilty because it feels like I’ve stolen something when all I’m doing is just looking at you!” Billy swallowed as he really started to examine your face. How intently you were listening to him as you looked at him oh so innocently, like this was all new information to you. Like you had no idea that he cared for you so intensely- and truthfully you had no idea. You really were that oblivious. Billy immediately felt the tips of his ears grow hot.

He leaned his head down until your foreheads connected and as his face scrunched up in pain, he said, “And I want- I want to be the one who kisses you as you lean into my chest while we suffer through these god awful movies. I want to be the one who drops you off at work late and tries to get you to leave early. I want to take you to California and watch as you experience how annoying sand can be but how great it feels against your feet. But I can’t, not now, you’re with Steve and I gotta accept it. I’m trying, I really am trying, but it’s so hard. It was all so unexpectant and fast. I mean one day you two were at each other's throats and the next he’s holding your hand as you guys walked up the drive. You never even talked about Steve. But that doesn’t matter.” Billy said, putting himself back on track, “Steve.” He paused, this next part pained him so much to say even though he firmly believed it. “Steve’s family. This family is the only family I’ve got and I can’t lose it. I can’t lose my sister again, I can’t lose my new sister, or those dorks crowded around the TV that make way too much noise and are always screaming at each other. I don’t want to be the thing that breaks up a family.”

He pried his forehead away from yours and gently cupped your cheek and as his thumb ghosted over your lips he tried to memorize how they felt, “I need you, I’ve always needed you, and I’ll always want you. You mean the world to me, (Y/N). So keeping you around me- and this family- is my number one priority. I’ll do better I promise, you just have to be patient with me, because it is so damn hard seeing you with someone else.” He finished and as the deep breath he was taking hitched in his throat he shut his eyes tight; telling himself not to even dare shed a tear as his bicep twitched growing tired of supporting all of his weight. As his arm bent and he shifted his weight to balance on both legs, the weight of his actions-of what he just said, resting on his shoulders; he opened his eyes as he gazed into your wide eyes his brows knitted. “I’m sorry.” With a scoff he began to move away from you, but before Billy could do the simple math of two plus two equals four; your hands were gripping the sides of his face as you pulled his face to yours and your lips collided with his.

A hot and passionate kiss turned into three or four as he pulled you into him by your waist and a hand found the side of your face and his fingertips gripped the back of your head and his thumb ran tenderly over your cheek bone. The unmistakable feeling of fireworks going off as both of your bodies relaxed into each other. As the world began to fade and Billy’s hands became more and more needy as they went from running up and down your back to gripping your hips pulling you closer, and the more you turned into putty with every graze of his fingertips and the weightless feeling you felt as his tongue grazed your bottom lip.

But, a scream from the living room pulled you away from him so quickly. A light popping sound being made as your swollen and slightly pink lips were pulled away from his slightly swollen lips that had a fresh coating of a clear cherry flavored gloss. Your fingers found your lips as a light gasp left your mouth, “Fuck.” You cursed climbing over the toilet and falling into the sink. “Fuck!” You screamed, the guilt of your actions crashing down onto you like the weight of a steel beam falling on you and imprinting your skin and bones into the ground. Your stomach twirling as you reached for the door knob and a firm grip finding your wrist.

Billy’s eyes locked with yours and all he wanted to do was run away with you. If the two of you just took off that wouldn’t solve anything. His grip around your wrist loosened, “It’ll be okay and I’ll be here. I promise.” Your eyes softened as your hand gently cupped his face and you kissed him on the cheek. A soft and chaste little kiss, but nonetheless defining and tender. He let go of your wrist and you turned to the door; but before you open it you quickly turned back around and as you got on your tippy toes you whispered into his ear, “I love you, I’ll be back. I promise.” As Billy’s breathing hitched he took in your warmth, and how he could faintly smell your perfume, and how soft your face felt against his. Billy closed his eyes as he savored those three words and gripped your shirt as a smirk found his lips. He hummed as you pulled away from him and he reluctantly let go of your shirt. As he heard the door open he kept his eyes shut and didn’t open them until he no longer felt your presence in the bathroom.

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evakuality · 4 years

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Since we are all bored in quarantine I have a prompt for you. You've (jointly!) written two Davenzi soulmate AUs, and I am curious if there are qualities or events in canon that you consider solid 'soulmate material'? As distinct from other really good pairings.

Hmmmm, this is a really interesting question, anon. First, I have actually written other soulmate things for other pairs under a different name (and no I won’t say what name that is!), but you’re right in that Davenzi are the only pair so far that I’ve done more than one for. In general I just like soulmate ideas, at least when there’s some sort of difficulty around it, where it’s not just ‘find your soulmate and everything is wonderful’ - I need there to be some ‘what sort of world would this look like?’ stuff. So from one point of view, I just like exploring soulmates and the ways that can look.

(putting the rest behind a barrier because as usual for me, it got long)

Still, I’ve been thinking about this ever since I got this ask and I think there are things that feel more soulmatey with Davenzi than other pairings I enjoy. To be clear, when I think soulmates in ‘realistic’ terms I think more about equality, compatibility, trust and therefore the longevity potential of the couple rather than actually being ‘connected mystically’ since I don’t believe that exists in the real world (lol as if fiction is ‘the real world’ but you know what I mean). And in those terms I feel like Davenzi have more of that than other ‘really good’ pairings I enjoy.

One thing Davenzi has that a lot of the other pairings I love don’t is that they are both at the same age and the same stage of life. I know it’s a personal thing, but I love equality between the characters I fall for and it’s very very hard to do that when there’s an age or experience gap. I’ve seen it done well sometimes (I would argue that at least at times this can be true even of Evak), but it often just doesn’t work for me. So Davenzi already have that on their side. And then they both deep down just want the same thing: to be loved and accepted for who they are. There’s a compatibility in what they want, and also in the way they go about loving. They each do that in the way the other most needs: Matteo with an absolute rock hard conviction that they should be together and refusal to accept anything else (which David needs since he has a tendency to try to push away even those closest to him). David with a gentle pressure that knocks Matteo out of apathy and lets him know that he’s been seen and accepted for who he is, which is what he wants most (think of that ‘fitting in’ speech he gives Sara).

This is true for another of my loves as well, of course. Evak also both want to be loved and both think their true self is unloveable in some ways, and I do absolutely love their dynamic in which they both even out what the other most needs. But the thing that’s different between the two pairings is how long they keep secrets from each other for, and that degree of trust they have. It’s pretty clear that Even is still very insecure about himself and his worthiness in comparison to Isak. Isak seems to be fairly secure, except where it comes to Even’s old friends (and how sad that we never really got to explore either of those issues - there was so much there that was left unspoken). They do trust each other, but they also hide things from each other and/or avoid talking to each other about those things.

But what we see with David, for example, is that once he has Matteo’s support and the rest of the gang has made it clear that they’re with him too, he doesn’t seem to obsess over it the way Even does and he doesn’t keep more secrets. The things he and Even were hiding are very different of course, but it does lead to a different sort of dynamic between the pairings. David doesn’t appear to have any further secrets left and so he and Matteo are very secure pretty much as soon as s3 is over. Even still holds some things tight to his chest right through s4 and so while I do think Even and Isak are rock solid, I feel like they need more time and communication to get to the point where Davenzi are by the end of s4.

Or look at a couple like Jonas and Hanna, who I also enjoy by the end of s4. Their issues stemmed from a problem of mistrust and miscommunication (and from other people messing up their relationship with half truths etc). I think they are a ‘really good’ couple, but there’s no way they radiate ‘soulmate’ energy the way Davenzi does for me. They were never equal to start with (Jonas always considered himself superior to her and he had relationship experience etc), and while they are compatible, the lack of trust and bad communication caused some disastrous problems for them.

The thing with all three of these couples is that I do think they all work extremely well together at least in the end. They are all what I would class as ‘really good pairings’ and they are all compatible with each other. But the thing that, for me, defines that idea of ‘meant to be’ is more prevalent in Davenzi. If we break it down by the categories I said at the start:

Jonas and Hanna: equal: not really, though it’s better by the time they get back together. They’ve both had pining experience over the other since they broke up and they both decide they want to work at the relationship. Compatible: yeah, though again it’s something they may need to work at a little. But one thing they always did have was that they seem like they’re friends as well as lovers and that’s always important as well. Trust: hmmmm, well, certainly not at the start, and I think there are still things they need to work through by the time we see them at the end of s4, but I do think they have the tools now. Longevity potential: I’m not 100% sure that they will last forever. I think they can, but it would take work and so because of that I can’t say I see this as ‘soulmates’ in the way I imagine that looks in real life.

Evak: equal: in many ways, yes. But we do have the issue that Even was older and had more experience when they met and so he took the lead in a way that meant Isak became more of a follower than he had been in the past. Then, Isak was much more easily able to slip into a situation where he saw them as together forever, whereas Even still had his insecurities and fears and so he was keeping things back from Isak for a lot longer. So while they’re equal, there are ways in which there are/were still some imbalances. The fact that Even is seen as mysterious and unattainable by Isak for so long is such an integral part of their dynamic that it’s hard to ignore it even once the tables turn later in their story. Compatible: yes definitely, no questions here at all. They work together in a way that’s really wonderful to see, and they do each give the other what he most needs. Trust: well, Even’s tendencies to think of himself as not good enough and therefore to hide things from Isak is a possible point of contention. Longevity potential: If they talk it all through, I feel like there’s a good chance for things to be really amazing with them into the future, but Even’s issues with being fully open have the potential to be a stumbling block. I think they have a MUCH better chance at lasting than Jonas and Hanna, but there’s that one shadow looming. I suspect this would have been different if we’d been allowed to see their complete story but because we never did then we get this thing where it could go one way or the other.

Davenzi: equal: yes. They are the same age, they’re in a similar situation to each other, they want and need similar things. Compatible: yes, definitely. The things they each need are given to each other very freely and effortlessly (think about the way Matteo immediately respects David’s boundaries when he says the pinned together pages of his art book are too private, the way he hears ‘I’m not into you’ and absolutely refuses to accept it as truth because he sees easily behind the words to the truth of David’s feelings even if he’s a little confused, or the way David encourages Matteo, without being aggressive, in the early days or the way he lets Matteo lean on him when he needs it, and seems to readily know exactly when those moments are, but also can get Matteo to do what he needs to do by perfectly aimed reverse psychology stuff). Trust: I literally wrote an entire multi-part meta series on how good these two are at communication even when they aren’t great at it verbally. Because of this, by the time David has opened up to Matteo about being trans they are rock solid despite some of the stuff that happens. From that moment they are completely together and that’s never shaken at all. Longevity potential: I just can’t imagine a pairing that’s less likely to split than these two. The communication stuff is so important, they survived an entire road trip together, they just seem to ‘get’ each other, and know what the other needs, in a way that is very natural and effortless. Their similarities and differences just seem to blend together perfectly in a way that’s really hard to define, but that has a lot to do with the fact that they are the same age and they have had similar experiences.

To be completely clear: I love all three of these pairings, but this is just to show my own personal reasonings for why I see ‘soulmatehood’ more in one than the others. Also to be clear: I fully expect all of them to make it and I will never write any of them breaking up. But this is just how I see each of the three dynamics.

#druck #my meta stuff #Anonymous

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