#seth x stefon

[he-rad-hader]

It was the height of COVID-19 when I first watched this and I was like, I hope Stefon does this again when we solve the problem 😂😂

#sheer chaotic energy

[pjharvey]

what if i started writing sethandy rpf like for realskies and i incorporated my own life experience. yes i have an unfinished seinfeld fic from 2022 to tend to. but i'll get to it when i get to it

[unpopularshipbracket]

Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Okay, this ship isn't unpopular NOW, but it was THEN. The grip Jet had over this fandom was insane. Two boys could not kiss without his presence. Anyway, Sokka and Zuko got married post series, I don't care what LoK says.

Seth Meyers/Stefon Meyers née Zolesky (SNL)

Yeah, Bill Hader is in this tournament twice, don't @ me. The actual content of the Stefon skits was not "good," per se, but Seth's boundless patience and acceptance for Stefon gradually building his self-confidence? Exquisite. Top ten tv weddings, no question.

[b1llowo]

Drawing sethon instead of doing school work >>>

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

The real fujos were the women in the audience during SNL’s Stefon x Seth Meyers era

[westerberg]

1. I was looking for Andy Samberg x Seth Meyers so LAY OFF!!!!

2. People here are shipping Seth with Jimmy Fallon 😭😭😭 please don’t do that….

3. I have to point out Stefon is not a “real person” although of course we all wish he was

A Tautology of Self-Delusion: Saturday Night Live RPF, Seth Meyers/ Stefon

[hadersgf]

WANNA SCREAM AND DIE WITH ME????????

WATCH AT THE VERY END OF THE VIDEO STEFON MOUTHS ‘I LOVE YOU’ TO SETH 🫠🥹💀😭💗🥰

[trashcansandbox]

Ok this may be a long shot but does a sethon, Stefon/Seth Meyers discord or anything exist? Looking for community as a fanfic writing in a mostly dead fandom lol

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

Sethon fanfiction is so good and for what

[raviposting]

I saw @lesbianchidi‘s tag that someone should photoshop Bernie into Seth & Stefon’s wedding and I couldn’t resist so! 

[heymxrvel]

and thus began one of the greatest romances of all time ♥

[takemeback-to-the-nightwemet]

We really don't deserve them

[lak27]

It was an absolute delight to see Bill on Late Night with Seth Meyers! I loved every minute of it!

[patient--24602]

WHO PUT THIS IN BILL'S WIKIPEDIA I'M CRYIN RN I-

[thirtyrockefeller]

if i’m being honest sethon was the last ship i expected to be discovered by fans and now all my old posts are blowing up wtf

[companionjones]

Love In The City

Pairings: Seth Meyers x Stefon, Leslie Jones x Colin Jost

Fandom: Saturday Night Live

Summary: Some friends go out for drinks, but a conflict erupts.

Warnings: Curses, Leslie Jones, many sexual references

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    “Jeez, it’s almost been an hour. Where are they?” Michael Che questioned Amy Poehler.

    She shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe they finally killed each other.”

    “Oh, shut up you sensual snow storm on Christmas day,” Leslie Jones complimented Colin Jost as the two of them entered the bar.

    Che commented upon spotting the couple, “Nope. Haven’t killed each other yet. S’up, Colin?” he greeted his friend.

    “S’up, Che?” Colin returned, using the same tone that Michael did. Which, let’s just say, wasn’t Colin’s usual style.

    Michael put a stop to it. “No. No. Stop that now.”

    Colin winced, “Yeah, sorry.”

    Leslie and Colin took their seats at the table Amy and Michael were at.

    “Sorry we’re late, guys.” Leslie explained, “We were busy doing some paddy whack.” She smirked at her partner.

    Colin cleared his throat and tried to hide his blush. “Come on, Leslie. They don’t need to know about that.”

    Leslie smacked her lips. “Oh baby, you know Mama’s just excited. She wants the whole world to know that we do the do, you white, sexy version of Urkel.”

    More to himself than anyone else, Colin mumbled, “Why Urkel?”

    Amy Poehler decided to change the subject. “So Leslie, how are you doing since you left SNL?”

    “Oh, I’m doing great, Amy. I have this new audio series coming out with John Cena.”

    Michael nodded, “Yeah, I heard about that. What’s it about?”

    “I’m telling you, gorgeous,” a new voice entered the bar. “This place has everything: hobos, orphans, that fitted sheet you just can’t get to stay on your bed.”

    The strange man’s husband, Seth Meyers reasoned, “Okay, we can go there later tonight. But let’s just hang out with our friends for now.”

    Stefon agreed, “Sure, but we have to get there soon, they close as soon as their owner, Sarah Silverman’s vagina, gets arrested. And, trust me, it’s coming.”

    Meyers nodded vaguely to respond to his husband while they took their seats. “Hey guys, hey Amy,” he addressed the others at the table, “How’s everyone been?”

    They all gave their answers, then everyone ordered.

    “So,” began Amy, “Stefon, I heard you’re getting back into writing. Any projects yet?”

    “No,” was Seth’s immediate, dismissive answer.

    Stefon contradicted, “Yes, actually.”

    “Oh,” Michael tried to encourage, “What is it?”

    “You don’t want to know,” warned Seth.

    The former tourism correspondent replied, “It’s this flick about two step-brothers trying to find their way as they moved to the city together.”

    Michael endorsed, “That doesn’t sound bad at all. Seth, why are you so stressed about that?”

    The late night show host bluntly answered, “It’s a porno,” just before taking a sip from his coffee.

    Amy and Michael voiced their sudden distaste.

    “Well,” encouraged Leslie, almost pervertedly, “Don’t stop there.”

    Colin hesitantly agreed, “Yeah. I’d like to know how fast it goes from that to...porn.”

    Jones turned her head to Jost. “Shut up,” she instructed without batting an eye.

    “Oh, thank God,” Amy sighed, “Food’s here.”

    The six ate in silence for a minute or two before conversation started up again. Luckily, the atmosphere wasn’t as hostile as it had been before.

    “Remember that, Che?” Colin laughed, “It smelled so bad!”

    Michael chuckled, “You don’t have to remind me. I felt bad for Aidy and Kate. They were the one’s holding it.”

    Everyone had stories to tell.

    Amy, for instance, couldn’t catch her breath at one point because she was laughing too hard. “And...and Lorne hadn’t even shown up yet, but we were all losing it because of that stupid newscaster skit.”

    “We didn’t even end up doing it!” exclaimed Seth in a fit of laughter.

    Meanwhile, as everyone else was giggling, Leslie leaned over to Stefon. “I hate when they start talking like this. It’s like they all have some sort of bond because they were all anchors on Weekend Update.”

    “I know,” Stefon rolled his eyes, “You should see Seth when we get home. He brings up things that are wildly different from the actual subject of the conversation.”

    Leslie nodded, “I get what you’re saying. You know what? We don’t need this. You know any good clubs near here?”

    “I know plenty,” assured Stefon.

    The two got up to leave.

    “Whoa, wait. Where are you guys going?” questioned Colin.

    Stefon answered enthusiastically, “We’ve had enough of your bullshit!”

    “What?” Seth disputed.

    Michael bewilderedly repeated, “Bullshit?”

    “Yeah!” Articulated Leslie, “If you ‘Weekend Update’-ers want to keep carrying on like good ol’ pals, that’s fine with us. We’ll be out actually enjoying ourselves. I am a strong, independent, fine black woman. I do not need to take this!”

    Stefon exclaimed, “Yeah!” as if every word Leslie said applied to him.

    The two outlandish characters left the bar.

    “Oh no,” Colin worriedly voiced.

    Seth sighed. He was used to that particular situation. “Come on, let’s go after them.”

    “What? No,” disagreed Amy, “They freaked out for no reason. They’re in the wrong here.”

Both Colin and Seth got out of their seats--much to Amy and Michael’s surprise.

    Jost swallowed, “I don’t know...Were we too rude? Should we have included them more?”

    Seth put his arm on Colin’s shoulder to try and council the man. “Hey. We don’t worry about that stuff now. What we do now is we go after them.”

    Colin nodded, “Okay.”

    “Why?” wondered a confused Michael Che. “Why would you go after them? Come to think of it, why even be in a relationship with them in the first place?”

    Colin Jost was suddenly protective of his girlfriend, “Listen, Che--”

    “Whoa there,” Seth almost had to hold Colin back. “Sorry guys, but we have to go. Let’s do this again.” Meyers paid for everyone, then he and Jost were out of there.

    Out on the street, Jost turned to the more experienced man when it came to dating crazy people. “How the hell are going to find them? Do you have any ideas where Leslie and Stefon would go?”

    “Hang on.” Seth stopped to think. “Let’s see. Stef was pissed, and when he’s pissed he wants to dance...He was in a tequila and Pepsi Fire mood...We’re on 43rd and 6th...Duck!”

    Colin immediately plunged his whole body downward. “What?! Why?!”

    “No, ‘Duck!’ The club. I know where they are.” Seth hailed a cab.

    Ten minutes later, Seth and Colin pulled Stefon and Leslie out of the EDM club.

    “Okay, okay! We’re out. What do you boys want?” Stefon took a sip from a drink of his own invention.

    Leslie was less compliant. “Get your hands of me,” she ordered.

    Colin backed off.

    “Look, guys. We’re sorry,” conceded Seth.

    Stefon played dumb. “Sorry about what?”

    Again, Seth sighed, “Sorry about ignoring you at the bar.”

    “Oh, you did?” tested Stefon, “I didn’t notice.”

    Seth chuckled, “You didn’t?”

    Stefon barely took a break from his drink. “Nope.”

    “Not at all?” teased Seth.

    The club-goer shook his head, but he was trying to hide a smile.

    Seth scoffed tauntingly, “Yeah, right,” before moving to kiss his husband.

    Colin looked to Leslie.

    She wasn’t taking it. “Nope. Don’t even try that stuff with me.” Leslie started walking away.

    Colin went after her again. “Leslie! I’m sorry.”

    “Mmhm, sure you are,” was Leslie’s sarcastic response.

    Colin sighed, “I am! You know I could never consciously make you feel like that.”

    Leslie just eyed the man.

    “Hey, I am sorry. That’s just how I am sometimes...You know me, baby. I’m forgetful.” Colin decided to push his luck with the nickname.

    Fortunately, it made Leslie smile, “Yeah I know, you pineberry covered in white chocolate that I’m gonna eat for dinner.”

    Inwardly, Colin sighed, happy he was back in his girlfriend’s good graces. “Good. Now how about we go back to my place and we make an Oreo with your thighs and my head.”

    “Oo, Colin. I’m rubbing off on you, aren’t I?”

    He just smirked, “I hope you will be later tonight.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics about SNL over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3