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extemporallyI'll be honest: those pictures of Andrew & Emma out on a date at Nobu (Tumblr link, cos I'm lazy) make me so uncomfortable not just for the way they look really sad but also the way Emma's walking behind him all the time. I mean, I realise that they're looking as awkward as they do at least partially because they are getting their picture taken by paps? But I just... feel really really uncomfortable. Also I dislike scruff. /o\
So, the story I want now: the Andrew/Emma/Jesse one where obviously this date was a BLIND to hide or avoid their nascent poly relationship from the press, and Andrew knows it and Emma knows it. (Jesse, at home with his three cats on the opposite coast, mostly knows it. Some small part of him thinks - well. They do look really attractive together.) They have a pretty terrible time thrusting themselves into the spotlight with a part of themselves missing, and I am imagining at the end of the night, when they get into his car, Emma gives a little laugh and looks away and says, "Well, that was bad."
Andrew pulls out of the parking lot silently.
... and, idk, stuff happens (by which I mean, a total songfic along the lines of Loveless) and there's a threesome! I am sorry for this speedy resolution. I just wanted to talk about the general premise of the general story I want.
In case it was not already totally obvious: I love badficcy premises and angst. I will almost certainly never stop loving badficcy premises and angst.
So, the story I want now: the Andrew/Emma/Jesse one where obviously this date was a BLIND to hide or avoid their nascent poly relationship from the press, and Andrew knows it and Emma knows it. (Jesse, at home with his three cats on the opposite coast, mostly knows it. Some small part of him thinks - well. They do look really attractive together.) They have a pretty terrible time thrusting themselves into the spotlight with a part of themselves missing, and I am imagining at the end of the night, when they get into his car, Emma gives a little laugh and looks away and says, "Well, that was bad."
Andrew pulls out of the parking lot silently.
... and, idk, stuff happens (by which I mean, a total songfic along the lines of Loveless) and there's a threesome! I am sorry for this speedy resolution. I just wanted to talk about the general premise of the general story I want.
In case it was not already totally obvious: I love badficcy premises and angst. I will almost certainly never stop loving badficcy premises and angst.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 02:57 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 03:06 (UTC)I - I kind of want a timeline of all their interactions with each other? So I can make up stupid stories in my head about how Jesse & Emma kissed first, and then Andrew lands up in bed with Jesse and then they have a day out - somewhere, and the tension ratchets up and Andrew asks Emma out and she says yes. And Jesse is - Jesse is. surprisingly miserable.
Then they realise they can date each other, not just at different times.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 03:20 (UTC)...well, I don't think those are stupid, I think those make sense and uh.. there's a reason I'm currently writing a fic where he thinks he wants Emma but actually he wants Jesse. (Tora is writing a threesome but she keeps getting stuck.) I see absolutely no reason why that shouldn't happen and I am HUGE fan of pining. All pining. Particularly "oh noes my best friends got together and I have to be happy for them MY LIFE ;_______;" pining.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 03:42 (UTC)"I miss you," Andrew says into the phone stupidly, and Emma takes over.
"Jesse? Come visit us."
"Maybe some day," Jesse promises, but he has no intention of doing so. He doesn't think he'd like California. Down here, in New York, everyone is pasty and scrawny. They ignore him when he rides his bike places, his baseball cap pulled low. Past the fruit stands and bodegas, past the Columbian bakeries and burrito stands and Filipino restaurants - he rides into the main road and pedals as fast as he can amidst the cars just so he doesn't lose his life.
(L.A. is three hours behind New York and he knows that like he knows his pulse - but he tries to pretend he hasn't been keeping track.)
He doesn't call much, but he tries to pretend what he'd hear on the other end if he did and they picked up. Would he be interrupting them on quiet nights in? Would Andrew pick up for Emma? Vice versa?
He tries not to admit it, but they were his best friends. Despite his cats, who were his original best friends, now he's kind of lonely.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 03:53 (UTC)Oh my.
Feel free to send me ONE MILLION BILLION WORDS of this. I mean.
*___*
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 04:04 (UTC)I think they visit him instead! There's this period of time when Andrew keeps asking him if he's busy in this insistent kind of way. Jesse has a feeling in his gut like Emma is going to jump out with a, "You're not doing anything! So come visit us!" He can't figure out how to reject that offer of socialising yet.
But he can't bring himself to lie, either. So he says he's not busy the coming week, because he isn't.
One morning he's eating cereal, pouring the soy milk into the bowl. One of his cats yowls for food.
"You just had some," he tells her sternly, and the doorbell rings. He slops the carton a little, but no big deal. He opens the door and it's Emma and Andrew.
"You're here," he says stupidly.
Emma grins. "Well, if the mountain won't come...!"
"You've got it all wrong, it's the other way around," Andrew says, and hugs Jesse tightly. Then he turns around and hugs Emma anyway. In the end it kind of devolves into a group hug.
Jesse tries not to settle too much into both their bodies (it's a long hug); tries not to think, they finish each other's sentences now.
... and, idk, lots of them hanging out and also Jesse becoming increasingly DDD: at their (relatively light) PDA and finally asking them, "Why did you come here?"
Because they must know, they must have known. (They both sort of did, but not really, because how do you even think or talk about something like this?)
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 04:11 (UTC)Chatfic away, then! ♥ PLEASE
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 04:24 (UTC)Emma knows she should be so happy, with Andrew, and now what with visiting Jesse, but she isn't. Or like - there's this sensation she gets sometimes that she could have more. And sometimes she leans back on the sofa watching her boys talk over a movie, part of and separate from them, and wonders how it is that she feels like she's perennially missing something.
She should have her shit figured out by now. She's twenty-two, has been described variantly in many interviews as "bright", or "sparky", or "husky".
She isn't. She just feels stupid and helpless.
Jesse goes to the kitchen and gets some carrot sticks and dip for all of them and on the way back, he brushes her shoulder. "You okay?" he asks.
(She remembers that's what she liked the most about Jesse when she first met - the way he seemed so sensitive to his surroundings and other people. She felt like they knew each other even before they found out they'd both had their first panic attacks when they were 8.)
Emma nods, trying not to catalogue that touch. "Yeah," she says, smiling too brightly.
Andrew flings an arm across Jesse's shoulders. Emma tries not to be a shitty human being, tries not to notice that Jesse looks half-miserable.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 04:30 (UTC)Ugh, all the lovely sadness (that I know will be fixed). I long for that kind of fic all the time.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 04:43 (UTC)ARE YOU KIDDING ME I THINK A. GARFIELD IS THE MOST SAD. and it's a kind of sadness he can't justify so he covers it up with a manic kind of joy, all over the place and everywhere, clinging to Jesse and Emma and being really earnest and motoring off his mouth about everything in general and nothing that really matters. This is one area where Andrew can't... can't really figure out how to be honest with himself.
(And I think there's a whole backstory in here, about how on the first day they met for the first readthrough of The Social Network, Andrew came out to Jesse --
"Boys and girls, actually," he corrects Jesse, and Jesse blinks.
"Oh, right," he says. "Sorry for assuming."
Andrew had already been convinced that this guy, this Jesse, would be one of the good ones, but he's delighted to have it confirmed.
"Thank you," he says, beaming widely. "Thanks for understanding."
"No problem," Jesse says, and wonders if he should reciprocate, but he doesn't, because he has never known the gift of a well-timed me too.
"I just - I just really like people, y'know?" Andrew says, his eyes wide and earnest.
Jesse wonders if there's a sexuality for just not really liking people, because if there is, he's it. (Andrew may or may not be an exception.) He smiles wryly to himself.
Andrew catches that smile, says, "Yeah, I know. I have this whole speech about sexual morality and integrity and how cheating is awful and consent is great, believe me, Jesse Eisenberg, and I want you to like me so I won't give the whole spiel -" he pronounces spiel like shpiel, and Jesse likes self-deprecation, oh, okay, he can work with that.
"Maybe another time," Jesse says. "We can both give each other an hour to talk about our most esoteric concerns and never talk about it again for the rest of our lives."
"No shame," Andrew says, pointing a finger at him. "NO SHAME."
... and that is how Jesse knows that Andrew would never even think of getting involved with someone else while he was with Emma, so god, he should stop thinking about it while hating himself a little.)
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 12:15 (UTC)YOU SHOULD KEEP WRITING THIS TILL THE END OF TIMES. THE AWKWARDNESS AND PINING BUT ALSO THE KISSING AND THE HAPPY ENDINGS. <3<3<3
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:08 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 14:18 (UTC)SO AWESOME to wake up to. ♥
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:00 (UTC)I am thinking that they all get drunk! Last Christmas, when Andrew went home, he brought a bottle of port back just for kicks. Somehow it went rattling around in his house undrunk, and rather than pack five extra shirts he decided to bring it to New York so they could all get ridiculously tipsy as Jesse tells them esoteric facts about the history of port. (Then he packs the five extra shirts anyway.)
Fifth night of their visit, there's a thunderstorm, so they bring out the port. Jesse even has vaguely the right kind of glasses, and they sit around the living room spipping at the rubied port.
"Port wine has a higher alcohol content than most other wines," Jesse murmurs, and Andrew laughs, says, "Now you tell me." They're nearly through the entire bottle - and it's a big bottle.
Andrew and Emma start making out. It's not a thing they decide to do, more like a thing they find themselves doing after a while. It feels good, anyway, Andrew thinks, Emma pinning him to the couch with no more force than that exerted by her body weight, their mouths sweet with the taste of port.
Behind them, Jesse coughs. "I should probably go," he says, and wonders if disappearing into his own room would be ok. He really doesn't want to be out of the apartment in this rain.
Andrew and Emma separate. Andrew takes a lock of Emma's hair, freshly auburn again, and pushes it off his face. "What?" he says, and Jesse shifts uncomfortably.
"Don't go," Emma says, smiling at him. She squeezes Andrew's hand and puts her other hand on Jesse's knee.
(She's drunk, but her pulse is still rabbiting high in his throat. She thinks muzzily that this must be the bravest thing she's ever done.)
Jesse looks down at his knee like it's dislocated from the rest of his body. "I -"
"Andrew?" Emma whispers. Andrew knows there are a dozen permutations of how this could go, but maths was never his strong suit anyway and right now it's making his head hurt, so he clambers up and walks over to Jesse before falling to his knees and saying, "Is this okay?"
Jesse doesn't say anything, just nods a little jerkily. But Andrew gets it, and puts his hands on Jesse's knees. He hefts himself up a little to kiss him. Beyond their windows, the rain drums on.
.... AND, SCENE.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:18 (UTC)Emma is the BEST. Good job, Emma.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:29 (UTC)None of them are very drunk. The port was strong and there was a big bottle of it but they only had a third each, and anyway they aren't drunk because they're doing this with more purpose and flair than drunk sex can be fairly said to entail. Emma thinks such vague thoughts, then shuts them off, because they're confusing. And because she can't think, when Jesse is dragging his mouth down her neck.
She makes this high, quavery sound, and Andrew laughs a bit. "I like that sound," he tells no one in particular. Jesse kisses her neck more insistently, and sucks at a patch of skin at the join between shoulder and neck. Emma hopes the bruises will be there tomorrow. She can't stop the sounds spilling out of her mouth. She feels hot all over, and the bottom of her stomach drops out on her when Jesse looks up and meets her eyes. He's shirtless.
She cards a hand through his curls, and says softly, "Jesse." He smiles, something in him reassured, and latches his mouth to her nipple. Emma throws her head back and groans, loud.
The couch is the worst possible place to be doing this, but Emma can't bring herself to suggest they move.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:43 (UTC)I am thrilled by "close to the end" and even happier if you do manage to fill in gaps.
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 14:21 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 14:21 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:01 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 03:25 (UTC)(dammit. i really do need a jesse+andrew icon)
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 03:33 (UTC)(m2, bb. Oh my god. /o\)
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 12:10 (UTC)Andrew pulls out of the parking lot silently.
Yeah...
(I would totally, totally read that fic. Twice.)
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:05 (UTC)Andrew doesn't know exactly how Emma thinks, but he'd guess that like him she's not comfortable with that.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 10:17 (UTC)Oh agent lady, you got that all wrong.
Also, I saw that you posted more upthread and I'm basically going all *___* over it.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 15:57 (UTC)I'm probably not going to write this, but if I did it would have 100% more confusion than it already does. :333
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Date: Saturday, 27 August 2011 16:12 (UTC)But you should tell me more, tell me more, tell me more. :D
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:02 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 19:03 (UTC)For the record, my fingers are crossed that this is the next fic you post after the Oxford AU. :D And I apologize for rambling.