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Introducing fandom number 24618762478378. Just watched the movie a few hours ago.
Title: Postscript
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Stan/Stokely
Rating: PG
Summary: Normalization. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre's 'vacation' challenge. Except, this is going on ame_soeur, 'cos I hetted instead of slashed. That happens sometimes.
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Postscript
School's out and Stan's favorite vacation spot so far is Stokely's bed, for reasons anyone with a -teen in their age should understand. There are just things that he and Stokely have in common. Not big things, not small things, but mundane things, and all the more marvelous the more mundane they are. They both want to get out of Herrington, for example. They like to kiss the same way - long, lingering, with their tongues slowly unfurling against each other - and that, in a way, makes them good kissers. Good enough, anyway. Enough to make them realize that they're not as different as everyone says.
You get infested by aliens once and your whole worldview changes.
"Your folks don't seem to mind so much that I come over so often," says Stan.
Stokely shrugs. "You're right."
Stan's official second favorite vacation spot is the mall, because it's air-conditioned and you're always running into people there. His unofficial second favorite spot is under the bleachers at the school field. He goes there a lot, sometimes with Stokely and sometimes without, and sometimes they'd see Casey there, sometimes with Delilah and sometimes without. They would talk, they would laugh, they would share cigarettes or pass around a bottle of liquor. Once in a blue moon, they'd run into Zeke, who doesn't have much to say, unless an occasion comes up where he can spew obscure facts and smirk. So, Stan's always running into people under the bleachers too, but it's different.
"We're the guy who saved the world and his army of people who almost did," said Stokely, one time when they were all together.
"Shut up," said Casey. "I couldn't have done it without you guys."
"And the Academy," said Delilah, rolling her eyes. "And I'd like to thank my parents, and God, and my grandma..."
"This won't last, you know," said Stokely to Stan, when they were there alone. He was lying on his back and Stokely straddled his hips, holding his wrists in her hand. "This bleacher thing. It won't. Everything will go back to how it was and we won't have a reason to see each other anymore."
"We'll see each other," said Stan.
Stokely pinned Stan's wrists above his head, and her face hovered above his for a second, for two, for three, looking deep into his eyes until he raised his head and kissed her.
"You don't believe me?" asked Stan, and kissed her again.
"No," said Stokely, and he kissed her anyway.
[end.]
Title: Postscript
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Stan/Stokely
Rating: PG
Summary: Normalization. Written for
contrelamontre's 'vacation' challenge. Except, this is going on ame_soeur, 'cos I hetted instead of slashed. That happens sometimes.Postscript
School's out and Stan's favorite vacation spot so far is Stokely's bed, for reasons anyone with a -teen in their age should understand. There are just things that he and Stokely have in common. Not big things, not small things, but mundane things, and all the more marvelous the more mundane they are. They both want to get out of Herrington, for example. They like to kiss the same way - long, lingering, with their tongues slowly unfurling against each other - and that, in a way, makes them good kissers. Good enough, anyway. Enough to make them realize that they're not as different as everyone says.
You get infested by aliens once and your whole worldview changes.
"Your folks don't seem to mind so much that I come over so often," says Stan.
Stokely shrugs. "You're right."
Stan's official second favorite vacation spot is the mall, because it's air-conditioned and you're always running into people there. His unofficial second favorite spot is under the bleachers at the school field. He goes there a lot, sometimes with Stokely and sometimes without, and sometimes they'd see Casey there, sometimes with Delilah and sometimes without. They would talk, they would laugh, they would share cigarettes or pass around a bottle of liquor. Once in a blue moon, they'd run into Zeke, who doesn't have much to say, unless an occasion comes up where he can spew obscure facts and smirk. So, Stan's always running into people under the bleachers too, but it's different.
"We're the guy who saved the world and his army of people who almost did," said Stokely, one time when they were all together.
"Shut up," said Casey. "I couldn't have done it without you guys."
"And the Academy," said Delilah, rolling her eyes. "And I'd like to thank my parents, and God, and my grandma..."
"This won't last, you know," said Stokely to Stan, when they were there alone. He was lying on his back and Stokely straddled his hips, holding his wrists in her hand. "This bleacher thing. It won't. Everything will go back to how it was and we won't have a reason to see each other anymore."
"We'll see each other," said Stan.
Stokely pinned Stan's wrists above his head, and her face hovered above his for a second, for two, for three, looking deep into his eyes until he raised his head and kissed her.
"You don't believe me?" asked Stan, and kissed her again.
"No," said Stokely, and he kissed her anyway.
[end.]
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Stokely/Stan is a much-neglected but very sweet pairing.
That does seem to be the state of things, I do agree.
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*joins*
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I bring rec!
Hmm. Long time since I've read het.
If you're only just getting into The Faculty fandom, I have a rec for you.
It blew me away a whiles back. A long series that hooks me and surprises me and just keeps delivering the fucked-up violent loving and (gasp!) has a semblance of plot and effortlessly accurate characterisation will do that.
Void (http://www.waxjism.org/pickle/stories/void.html) by
I demand you give it a try!
If you don't like it...*shrugs*...I shall sulk.
;-)
BTW if you dig it and drop by the author's LJ, let her know I pimped it (she was the first person to comment in my LJ and this is me, like, giving something back).
Heh.
The binomial theorem can screw itself.
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