[ it's a terrible idea, which makes it kinda wonderful. it's been a while since they just let loose, and he's all for this, even if it's something small. ]
Eight of em, huh? We'll have no worries the whole flight.
[Jason takes a seat at the bar, flashing the bartender a sweet smile before he looks at Eddie once again and leans in to whisper.]
See? They didn't even bother to ask. Most of the time they never do.
That’s more problematic than anything… but, y’know, I guess in this case, it’s fine.
( bottoms up, bitches.
after living on beer and take-out, real liquor feels like it’s gotten stronger. has it gotten stronger? did whisky always used to burn this much on the way down, or has he gotten weaker?
american honey is still the sweetest option his mind could come up with on short notice, so they should be pretty easy to down one after the other. )
[bottoms up indeed. it's strong enough for what they need right now, and Jason's pretty good at knocking them back. he even clinks one of the shot glasses against Eddie's at one point, leaning towards him.]
[he's gotta keep up with Eddie so here it goes. he knocks back that last shot and he can definitely feel it in his head. it really has been a while since they drank straight up liquid.]
Yeah man I know, but I meant like, the hard shit. I'm good with whatever. Can't be picky. B had this real good bourbon I used to snag every once in a while,though.
( this feels like something eddie should know, but so much has happened with them at this point, he'd forgotten to keep track of the little things. anniversaries and birthdays are in his brain... somewhere.
it's not that he doesn't care; he just has a pile of laundry where his organizational skills should be. )
[Jason glances over at him with a small smile, then knocks back whatever is left in his last shot glass, as if four shots in less than 5 minutes wasn't enough.]
My birthday was in August. We were... you know. All over the place.
[how else can he put it. he doesn't want Eddie to feel bad. it's not like he's ever liked his birthday anyway. all he can ever really think about on that day is how he never should have been born.]
It's cool though, don't even worry about it. Birthdays suck and now I'm old.
[that's really all Jason needs, someone to remember him, even if he's not worth remembering. he knows he's a hypocrite though, thinking all these things about himself while telling Eddie not to.]
Really man, it's cool. It's such a nothing day. I'd rather celebrate days like this, you know? Us getting the fuck outta here and moving on.
( they barely survived a year together, and almost didn’t. maybe ‘next time’ is wishful thinking, like it’s overly hopeful to imagine a world where everything is fine and they get to enjoy birthdays together like a normal couple.
it would be nice, though. )
So… like this is taking the place of a birthday celebration?
( after ensuring that there’s really nothing left in any of his glasses, he stands up to a room that totters to the side and makes his way to the on-boarding line. yeah, he should have expected that for standing up and moving so fast. )
Woah... Shit, we’re getting on a PLANE. In the SKY. With WINGS. Who’s idea was that? Y’know, who thought that sticking wings on a metal box and yeeting it into the air was good for anyone? It’s fucking not. And, in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, what’s the deal with airline food? …Do you even know who Seinfeld is?
[Eddie doesn't sound too hopeful about that, and Jason tries not to let that take over his drunken thoughts. not that he's drunk, but he's definitely feeling the alcohol in his system.]
No, I'm just saying. There are better things to celebrate than a shitty birthday.
[he tries to keep the edge out of his tone, but it doesn't help when Eddie gets up and leaves him so suddenly, and he's left sliding off the stool and following after him, grabbing their bags along the way.]
I have no fucking idea who Seinfeld is. Dude, chill out. We were having a perfectly fine conversation and now you're flipping out on me. Come here.
[Jason grabs a hold of Eddie and pulls him back towards him.]
What? Weren’t you right behind me? ( apparently not if jason is saying he’s freaking out. poor guy, eddie has to give him an apology kiss for that. ) Oh, sorry, dude. I think I’m just thinking that I’m totally probably gonna die on this plane.
( ‘totally probably’ is the same as absolutely in eddie-speak. it’s a double positive. )
But, hey, I love you, and if we go down, I think I’d be pretty happy to be going down with you. More terrified than anything… but also happy.
Anyway, don’t worry. Seinfeld wasn’t even that great of a show. It was… fine. We can watch it, if we make it to Florida. There’s, like, five good episodes?
You're not gonna die on this plane, Eddie. You're not.
[Jason squeezes his arms, shaking his head. He doesn't want Eddie to freak out about this, but he also doesn't want them drawing any more attention to themselves.]
Neither of us are going down. This isn't the shit that's gonna kill us, alright? Now let's talk about something else, just like we were doing before, otherwise they're gonna call security on us for freaking the passengers out. Why don't we go sit till they board and makeout. That'll take your mind off of things.
[ Jason's the only one thinking clearly now, even half drunk, and it's a better idea than whatever Eddie's been thinking up. ]
I know it is. Come on.
[he slides his hand down Eddie's arm to take his hand once again, and tugs him over to the seats. they have a few minutes before they start boarding, and Jason would really like to get Eddie at least a little bit together by then.]
Hey, I love you. It's gonna be okay. Those shots we drank were hella fucking strong, dude. Do you feel em? I'm feeling no pain right now.
( eddie hasn't sat down from more than a few seconds before he's curling up to jason, fingers lacing against his in both hands. )
Jason, I want this. I wanna get to Florida, and camp out by the ocean and maybe, maybe have some super crazy belated-birthday-beach-sex. But that's only part of it. I'd get on a hundred planes if it meant spending a life with you.
I'm gonna do it. And it's gonna be... It's not gonna be good, but it's gonna be okay.
( that's the mantra for the day, he guesses. he'll be calm if it helps jason be calm, even if he isn't feeling very calm for things to come. but acting calm, even if he's doing it for jason's sake, actually helps him feel better. )
No pain, no gain, no deathly fear of heights. We're getting through this.
[ okay, well. it's better than freaking out and talking about planes crashing and scaring everyone. Jason can handle Eddie curling up to him, holding on to him. Jason's with him. he's always gonna be with him.]
Okay is good. Okay is really good, Eddie. As long as I get to spend it with you.
[the mantra for the day, Jason can get behind that too. he keeps his fingers laced through Eddie's, pulling them against his chest and Eddie's forehead against his.]
( jason's close enough that he can feel eddie smile as much as he can see and hear it. )
Think I just wanted to figure you out. Wanted to know what your deal was, what you were up to, why you kept showing up in my dreams... Still waiting on hearing you sing for me sometime.
( he untangles his fingers from where they lie on his chest so he can run them through jason's hair. )
I always liked you. Even when you were being a fuckin' brat—which was, like, a lot. I wanted to know more. I'm glad I did.
[ he feels it, and it's good. this is a good headspace for both of them right now. they need it. ]
I kept showing up in your dreams? For real?
[Jason closes his eyes now too, cause he can't resist doing so when Eddie's fingers push through his hair. he can never get enough of that.]
I was so scared of you figuring me out. Of knowing what my deal was. I'm really glad you put up with me for long enough to figure it out, too. God, you were such a shit too, but you were always so good to me anyway, and then I realized how much I wanted you.
Symbiotic dreams are… I’ll have to tell you about them sometime.
( eddie tilts his head forward to kiss him, careful to show restraint even in his alcohol+fear-induced state of mind. they’re not back home; he can’t just pull jason on his lap and kiss him until they’re both writhing and panting.
it’s better to keep things light, with fingers trailing from his scalp down to his jaw. )
Nothing's changed. You’re still a brat; I’m still a shit. I just love you more now, is all… Hey, let’s get on a plane.
Yeah it sounds like you really do have to tell me about 'em. Now I've gotta know.
[Jason kisses him back, soft and slow. they're not back home, and they can't kiss the fuck out of each other, but Jason still makes sure that this slow and soft is the most intimate.]
Damn, who would've though. I love you more now too.
[Eddie gets another kiss, slow and soft, and then he pulls back and nods, taking Eddie's hand again as he stands, grabbing their bags once again and heading to the line as everyone starts boarding.]
And you better believe we're gonna have crazy beach sex once we get there.
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[ it's a terrible idea, which makes it kinda wonderful. it's been a while since they just let loose, and he's all for this, even if it's something small. ]
Eight of em, huh? We'll have no worries the whole flight.
[Jason takes a seat at the bar, flashing the bartender a sweet smile before he looks at Eddie once again and leans in to whisper.]
See? They didn't even bother to ask. Most of the time they never do.
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( bottoms up, bitches.
after living on beer and take-out, real liquor feels like it’s gotten stronger. has it gotten stronger? did whisky always used to burn this much on the way down, or has he gotten weaker?
american honey is still the sweetest option his mind could come up with on short notice, so they should be pretty easy to down one after the other. )
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[bottoms up indeed. it's strong enough for what they need right now, and Jason's pretty good at knocking them back. he even clinks one of the shot glasses against Eddie's at one point, leaning towards him.]
We gotta toast to you and me, man.
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Yeah? …To being good guys?
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Yeah... to being good guys. I'm with you on that.
[he knocks that shot back after he clinks it against Eddie's, making a scrunchy face.]
Damn, that's fucking sweet as fuck. You drink this on the regular?
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No, you know my usual. PBR. This is more of a special occasion sorta drink… Do you have a favorite? How long til you turn 21, anyway?
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Yeah man I know, but I meant like, the hard shit. I'm good with whatever. Can't be picky. B had this real good bourbon I used to snag every once in a while,though.
[he hesitates, then shrugs.]
About a year ish?
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( this feels like something eddie should know, but so much has happened with them at this point, he'd forgotten to keep track of the little things. anniversaries and birthdays are in his brain... somewhere.
it's not that he doesn't care; he just has a pile of laundry where his organizational skills should be. )
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[Jason glances over at him with a small smile, then knocks back whatever is left in his last shot glass, as if four shots in less than 5 minutes wasn't enough.]
My birthday was in August. We were... you know. All over the place.
[how else can he put it. he doesn't want Eddie to feel bad. it's not like he's ever liked his birthday anyway. all he can ever really think about on that day is how he never should have been born.]
It's cool though, don't even worry about it. Birthdays suck and now I'm old.
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( as determined by that time eddie checked jason into a clinic and learned that he’s a dirty, rotten leo.
he frowns. )
Hey, I’m sorry. Things were so… weird… back then. I wasn’t even thinking.
( what a birthday; brutally dumped, and then you get kicked out by batman, and then you kill a guy, and then you almost die under bridge. jesus. )
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[that's really all Jason needs, someone to remember him, even if he's not worth remembering. he knows he's a hypocrite though, thinking all these things about himself while telling Eddie not to.]
Really man, it's cool. It's such a nothing day. I'd rather celebrate days like this, you know? Us getting the fuck outta here and moving on.
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( they barely survived a year together, and almost didn’t. maybe ‘next time’ is wishful thinking, like it’s overly hopeful to imagine a world where everything is fine and they get to enjoy birthdays together like a normal couple.
it would be nice, though. )
So… like this is taking the place of a birthday celebration?
( after ensuring that there’s really nothing left in any of his glasses, he stands up to a room that totters to the side and makes his way to the on-boarding line. yeah, he should have expected that for standing up and moving so fast. )
Woah... Shit, we’re getting on a PLANE. In the SKY. With WINGS. Who’s idea was that? Y’know, who thought that sticking wings on a metal box and yeeting it into the air was good for anyone? It’s fucking not. And, in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, what’s the deal with airline food? …Do you even know who Seinfeld is?
( oh, shots were a GREAT idea. )
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[Eddie doesn't sound too hopeful about that, and Jason tries not to let that take over his drunken thoughts. not that he's drunk, but he's definitely feeling the alcohol in his system.]
No, I'm just saying. There are better things to celebrate than a shitty birthday.
[he tries to keep the edge out of his tone, but it doesn't help when Eddie gets up and leaves him so suddenly, and he's left sliding off the stool and following after him, grabbing their bags along the way.]
I have no fucking idea who Seinfeld is. Dude, chill out. We were having a perfectly fine conversation and now you're flipping out on me. Come here.
[Jason grabs a hold of Eddie and pulls him back towards him.]
Stop thinking so hard all the time.
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( ‘totally probably’ is the same as absolutely in eddie-speak. it’s a double positive. )
But, hey, I love you, and if we go down, I think I’d be pretty happy to be going down with you. More terrified than anything… but also happy.
Anyway, don’t worry. Seinfeld wasn’t even that great of a show. It was… fine. We can watch it, if we make it to Florida. There’s, like, five good episodes?
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[Jason squeezes his arms, shaking his head. He doesn't want Eddie to freak out about this, but he also doesn't want them drawing any more attention to themselves.]
Neither of us are going down. This isn't the shit that's gonna kill us, alright? Now let's talk about something else, just like we were doing before, otherwise they're gonna call security on us for freaking the passengers out. Why don't we go sit till they board and makeout. That'll take your mind off of things.
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( jason, that’s a bad idea. )
Jason, that’s a great idea.
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[ Jason's the only one thinking clearly now, even half drunk, and it's a better idea than whatever Eddie's been thinking up. ]
I know it is. Come on.
[he slides his hand down Eddie's arm to take his hand once again, and tugs him over to the seats. they have a few minutes before they start boarding, and Jason would really like to get Eddie at least a little bit together by then.]
Hey, I love you. It's gonna be okay. Those shots we drank were hella fucking strong, dude. Do you feel em? I'm feeling no pain right now.
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Jason, I want this. I wanna get to Florida, and camp out by the ocean and maybe, maybe have some super crazy belated-birthday-beach-sex. But that's only part of it. I'd get on a hundred planes if it meant spending a life with you.
I'm gonna do it. And it's gonna be... It's not gonna be good, but it's gonna be okay.
( that's the mantra for the day, he guesses. he'll be calm if it helps jason be calm, even if he isn't feeling very calm for things to come. but acting calm, even if he's doing it for jason's sake, actually helps him feel better. )
No pain, no gain, no deathly fear of heights. We're getting through this.
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Okay is good. Okay is really good, Eddie. As long as I get to spend it with you.
[the mantra for the day, Jason can get behind that too. he keeps his fingers laced through Eddie's, pulling them against his chest and Eddie's forehead against his.]
Do you remember the very first time we met at that bar?
look at you w the receipts!!!
When you told me your favorite song was from musical theatre?
hahahaha I try 😅
[Jason nuzzles his nose into Eddie's, all sentimental and shit.]
I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night, you know. I couldn't wait till the next time you messaged me.
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Think I just wanted to figure you out. Wanted to know what your deal was, what you were up to, why you kept showing up in my dreams... Still waiting on hearing you sing for me sometime.
( he untangles his fingers from where they lie on his chest so he can run them through jason's hair. )
I always liked you. Even when you were being a fuckin' brat—which was, like, a lot. I wanted to know more. I'm glad I did.
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I kept showing up in your dreams? For real?
[Jason closes his eyes now too, cause he can't resist doing so when Eddie's fingers push through his hair. he can never get enough of that.]
I was so scared of you figuring me out. Of knowing what my deal was. I'm really glad you put up with me for long enough to figure it out, too. God, you were such a shit too, but you were always so good to me anyway, and then I realized how much I wanted you.
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( eddie tilts his head forward to kiss him, careful to show restraint even in his alcohol+fear-induced state of mind. they’re not back home; he can’t just pull jason on his lap and kiss him until they’re both writhing and panting.
it’s better to keep things light, with fingers trailing from his scalp down to his jaw. )
Nothing's changed. You’re still a brat; I’m still a shit. I just love you more now, is all… Hey, let’s get on a plane.
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[Jason kisses him back, soft and slow. they're not back home, and they can't kiss the fuck out of each other, but Jason still makes sure that this slow and soft is the most intimate.]
Damn, who would've though. I love you more now too.
[Eddie gets another kiss, slow and soft, and then he pulls back and nods, taking Eddie's hand again as he stands, grabbing their bags once again and heading to the line as everyone starts boarding.]
And you better believe we're gonna have crazy beach sex once we get there.
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omfg i am laughing so hard xD
LISTEN venom is a better eddie than eddie is !!
busting out the gay marriage facts xD
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