"Well," Cordelia happily smiled up at the taller woman. "what should we do while the girls are gone?" The necromancer shrugged her shoulders, grabbing the ends of her shawl, and pulling it tighter around her body.
"How 'bout Netflix?"
_
It wasn't long before the couple laid on their bed. Cuddling under their white comforter. Cordelia's laptop positioned just right, so both of the women could see the screen.
The supreme scrolled down the page, until she heard a squeal from the younger woman beside her.
"They got a sequel ta' Full House on here, Dee!" Misty excitedly pointed to the new Netflix original.
"You watched Full House?"
"All 192 episodes! It's one of tha' few shows that my daddy approved of," Misty laughed. "and 'bout the only channel my television would pick up."
"Alright," Cordelia moved the cursor over the show's cover. "Let's watch it."
_
Five, thirty minute episodes later. .
"I'm kind of tired," The older blonde began. "I think I'm go-"
"That's fine!" Misty grabbed the laptop, set it on the bed side table, and turned to continuing watching the show. "G'night, Dee."
"Night.."
_
Cordelia woke up to the sound of light tapping beside her. She turned to see her wife, sat up in bed, and typing away on her computer. "What are you doing Mist?"
"Writin'."
"Writing what?"
"A stephimmy fan fiction." The wild haired blonde absentmindedly replied. Never looking away from the screen.
"What is that?"
"Stephimmy fanfics- It stories where Kimmy Gibbler and Stephanie Tanner are together." Misty finally pivoted her head towards her wife, "stephimmy is life."
"Wait," Cordelia sat up, looking at the computer screen. "you have enough for a novel.. Did you ever sleep?" Misty shook her head returning to her incessant typing.
. .
Later that day Cordelia had just got done teaching a class on the importance of certain plants. When Misty came storming in-iphone in hand and a smile on her face.
"I ordered a shirt!" The latter raised her brow.
"What shirt?"
"A stephimmy shirt, duh!" Misty shoved the phone in her wife's face. "It's from episode 12 when they kiss!" The supreme grabbed the phone, taking a better look at the shirt. It was a plain black cotton tee with the picture of the two women kissing, and #stephimmy on the top in a cursive font.
"It's nice, Mist," she handed the phone back to her wife. "here. I've have to start getting ready for my class tonight."
_
"DEE, DEE, CORDELIA!" the necromancer shook her wife awake from her nap. Cordelia's eyes shot open and she jolted up from the couch.
Assuming the worst, "What's wrong? Are all the girls alright?!" The Cajun woman smiled, nodding her head.
"They are fine, don't cha worry, Dee.. I just wanted ta' tell ya Jodie Sweetin re tweeted MY post." Cordelia's body eased back onto the white couch.
"Thank goodness.."
"Didn't ya hear me Cordelia? Jodie re tweeted me!"
"I heard you," She closed her eyes. "Wake me up in thirty minutes, please."
"Dee," Cordelia opened up one eye to look at her persistent wife. "Don't ya wanna know what I tweeted?"
"Sure."
"I said, 'Will ya be the Stephanie Tanner to my Kimmy Gibbler?' "
"This again.."
"AND SHE RE TWEETED IT!"
"That's good, Mist.."
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Misty joined Fuller House fanatics communities online, wrote and read fan fictions. She tweeted Jodie often, and had another shirt made. The Cajun was beyond obsessed at this point, and had even began to call herself the ultimate stephimmy shipper. This continued on for a week and a half. And her wife was getting sick and tired of hearing the consistent talking about the actresses.
"Cordelia!" Misty yelled from across the room. "GUESS WHAT!"
"If you say one more thing about-"
"A picture was leaked from second season," The Cajun began. "Stephanie and-"
"Stop-Just stop talking, Misty!" Cordelia snapped. "I can't take one more word. I don't care about your fixation on these women, nor do I care about Full or Fuller House." The older woman breathed hotly. "Don't utter another word to me about them or the show, or I might just explode."
"Ya know," The Cajun shook her head, her curls that framed her face swaying with the movement. "STEPHANIE WOULDN'T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!"
End
