frequency of all we know... [H.Steinfeld]
pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader
summary: you and your girlfriend share an intimate moment during the Vanity Fair afterparty.
wordcount: 1.7k
warnings: completely over the place writing, suggestive themes [aka one (1) bathroom makeout session], boyfriend!hailee, the term clingy [but not meant in a bad way], me desperately trying to manifest an oliva rodrigo x hailee steinfeld collab.
a/n: i can't believe i've had this account for a year and the thing that made me finally post was this damn gif of hailee and eiza. this entire fic was inspired by this tweet and it's also been playing on loop in my brain since i first saw it. [shoutout to this post as well] might mess around and post more fics soon but idk, we'll see. enjoy!
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You always knew your girlfriend had some borderline clingy tendencies.
Whether it was holding your hand wherever you went, or wrapping her arms around your waist whenever she got the chance, she always had to be touching you in some way. You never minded the contact, you actually found it really endearing, but it was getting harder and harder to hide your relationship with how touchy you two always are with each other.
Whenever you two were spotted at the same event together, her fandom would collectively lose their mind, posting picture after picture and talking about how cute you two are. But of course, the fan reaction wasn't all positive, and as much as you hated to admit it, the hate you received for your close relationship with Hailee weighed heavy on your mind.
It didn't matter how many times your girlfriend told you she didn't care about anyone's opinion or how close she held you to her, the hate followed you around like a rabid dog.
You knew her fans were right, she could do so much better than you. She deserves so much more than you could ever give her. Hailee is a goddess sent from the heavens and you're just…you. Plain old you.
Your girlfriend clearly doesn't care about any of those thoughts and opinions though, judging by the way her hands have been gripping your waist all night.
You originally didn't want to go to the Vanity Fair post-Oscar party. As much as you love going to events with Hailee, you really weren't in the mood to spend the entire night looking over your shoulder, making sure your relationship stayed a secret.
That all changed, however, when she asked you to go with her, giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes in the process and making it impossible to say no. (Not that you've ever been good at saying no to her.)
So you agreed, albeit reluctantly, to accompany her which led to you spending most of the night pretending like you don’t notice all the looks and the questions thrown your way as Hailee keeps you close to her.
She was subtle at first.
Only casually brushing your hands together while you stood next to each other or subtly wrapping an arm around your waist while you were talking with someone who was standing a little too close to you but as the night dragged on, her borderline possessive clinginess started showing more and more.
You had been glued at the hip the entire night until Eiza convinced her to go ask Billie to introduce them to Olivia Rodrigo. She had asked if you wanted to go with them but you declined the offer, wanting her to spend time with her friends without you hovering. (You did make her promise to bring up the idea for a potential collab to Olivia before she left though.)
And now you’re here, keeping Zoey company and trying not to freak out about the fact that Cate Blanchett and Sarah Paulson are in the same room as you.
Zoey's in the middle of a story, something about a recent audition she went to, her eyes are trained on you. At some point in the conversation, her hand had landed on your arm and it still hadn't left.
You didn't pay much attention to that detail as you struggled to keep up with her story.
You lean in closer in an attempt to hear her better and that's when Hailee walks back toward you.
“Do you mind if I steal y/n from you real quick?”
Your shoulders immediately relax the moment your eyes meet hers. She doesn’t wait for a response from Zoey, her hand reaching out for you. You take it without hesitation, muttering a half-assed apology to the other girl.
If she notices the possessiveness in Hailee’s movements she doesn’t react, she just gives you a little wave as Hailee drags you away. You swear you see the ghost of a smirk on her face but it's probably just a trick of the lights.
You let your girlfriend lead the way and she pulls you into a private bathroom. You barely have enough time to blink before she's closing the door behind you and pushing you against it.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look today, baby?” She asks, her voice soft as she looks down into your y/e/c eyes.
“You have,” you reply as you wrap your arms around her neck. “But I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”
She smiles and you swear your knees buckle a little at the sight. "You are the most stunning sight I've ever seen…especially when you're in my clothes."
Her eyes trail down from your eyes to the rest of your body, her smile growing the slightest bit as her hands land on your waist. Her thumbs draw small circles there as she messes with the fabric of her oversized coat.
You had made a small comment about how you were cold earlier in the night and Hailee had wasted no time in throwing her coat over your shoulders. You assured her it wasn't necessary but she insisted and well…you can't deny how much you love wearing her clothes.
Especially when she looks at you like that while you’re in them.
"Always the charmer, aren't you, Lee?"
A small chuckle escapes her mouth at the sound of the nickname. "Only with you, my love."
"Are you sure about that? Because your fans are convinced you have heart-eyes for someone else."
"They're a little slow," she says while she leans in a little closer. "But I have faith in them."
Whatever witty reply you were about to say dies in your throat the second she connects her lips to yours. You pull her closer, letting the taste of her overwhelm your senses.
You could spend an eternity kissing her and it still wouldn't be enough. No matter how much time you spend with her, you’re always craving more of her.
You would feel weird about that if it weren’t for the fact that Hailee clearly feels the same way about you.
“Hailee…” Your hands grip tightly onto her shoulders as she trails a path of kisses down your jaw. “They’re gonna start looking for us if we don’t go right now.”
She ignores your words, her lips moving onto your neck and you gasp as you feel her teeth against your skin. Every other thought leaves your mind as your back arches into her touch.
"You're mine." Her words are mumbled against your neck and the low tone in which she says them sets your body ablaze.
Despite your body's reaction to her words, you can't help but give in to the urge to tease her. "If this is because of Zoey…I’m pretty sure she has a boyfriend.”
“Yeah? Well, so do you.”
“Oh my God.” Your head hits the door with a soft ‘thud'.
She pulls away from your neck, her eyes searching for yours. “Was that too much?”
Your heart flutters a little at the soft traces of worry on her face. You shake your head while one of your hands moves to cup her cheek, your thumb moving back and forth on her warm skin. “That was perfect…you’re perfect.”
The corners of her mouth lift up into the most breathtaking smile you’ve ever seen. "You read my mind, baby."
She leans in and you meet her halfway. You all but melt against her and you quickly decide that kissing her is much more important than whatever people have to say about the two of you.
"Let's go home," you mumble against her lips. "Fuck the party."
She pulls away slightly. "Oh, I'm definitely thinking of fucking something right now."
Her words send a small shiver down your spine. As much as you would love for her to have her way with you right now, you'd much rather it be in the comfort of your own home.
"We're leaving." You try to sound assertive but your voice comes out a little too breathless for that. "Now."
She raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your attempted dominance. You expect her to make a teasing remark but she doesn't. Instead, she gives you one last kiss before taking one of your hands in hers and dragging you out of the bathroom.
If your friends notice the hickey on your neck, they make no comments about it. Probably more than used to Hailee's (not so subtle) possessive antics.
Her arm remains wrapped tightly around your waist as the two of you wait outside of the venue for your driver to show up, making small talk with Eiza and Billie to pass the time.
You're too busy playfully arguing with Billie about convincing Olivia to collab with Hailee to notice your girlfriend's movement.
It's not until you feel her chin on your shoulder that you realize she's fully wrapped you up in her arms. You smile as you place your hands on top of hers, your fingers messing with one of her rings.
"Y'all are too cute, what the hell?" Billie turns to Eiza. "You seeing this bullshit?"
"Don't sound so jealous, sweetheart," you tease her.
"Oh, fuck off."
You spend the next few minutes joking around with your friends, your girlfriend's arms wrapped securely around you. You're blissfully unaware of the paparazzi across the street capturing the moment.
It's not until you see Hailee's name trending on Twitter the next morning that you realize the two of you caused quite the splash online.
You show your phone to your girlfriend as the two of you lay on her bed, your head resting on her chest. "Your manager is going to kill you."
All she does is laugh while her fingers draw small circles on your bare waist. "Totally worth it."
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Slowly working through my old childhood dvd collection, and I can't help but thinking that DC would benefit immensely from just. using older source material.
So much creativity was put aside for profit. And yes, I know that profit is what drives every business etc. etc. capitalism yadda yadda.
But you shouldn't need a doctorate in Character-specific Lore just so you can read a comic run or watch the latest movie. The MCU is obviously a major perpetrator, but DC hasn't had enough successes to even attempt over-complicating, which I guess is a good thing in its own way.
Let the JSA fight some cheesy looking aliens for a few episodes, just because it makes a good story.
Of course this all comes down to the studios constantly trying to squeeze every cent out of a property, which means shorter seasons spread thinner in order to milk the hype.
We need filler episodes!
We need more 13 or 24 episode seasons!
We need shows to be less about producing content and more about doing it because its what people would watch even without the incentive being put on the audience to push for more.
And yes, it goes without saying that the artists & writers should take as long as needed to get things done right, with fair compensation. I don't wan't this to in any way come off as some anti-union whining.
This whole post is a rambling mess but it wasn't even a decade ago when things weren't nearly as fucked as they are now, and it drives me nuts that I could see the trend coming as a child.
In short:
Support unions (the animators are looking to a possible strike next year!)
Let the people in positions of power know that you're watching (even though, as stated, the fact that campaigning like this is even necessary is ridiculous)
And of course, preserve media in its physical form when possible so that it can't be taken away from you!
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