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greatooglymooglyyy · 1 month

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Hiya lovely, date night hcs for the boys if that's good by you?

Date Night HC (All Three)

contains: fluff, kissing, nothing crazy.

a/n: first time attempting to write nick romantically. lmk how we feel. love ya

Matthew

- i think a first date with matt would most likely be something at home. like cooking together and watching a movie. it'd honestly feel so casual except for his small little touches and moments of affection.

-i can just see him dropping you off after the date. y'all say goodbye and you're about to get out the car but at the last second, he stops you and leans over to kiss you for the first time.

-speaking of dropping you off, our boy is NOT pulling off until he see you open you door and go inside. he knows better.

-he does not want to do the whole "wait a while to see each other again" thing. after the first hang out, he's hooked. come back over... now

- car. dates. i'm talking random ass late night fast food runs. you stretching your legs out across his lap while you tell him a story and him just nodding and rubbing your ankle.

"do you think we need a telescope to see mars?"

and that turns into y'all laying on the windshield. you straining your eyes looking at the stars and him just staring at you instead.

- once y'all are official, i honestly feel like matt is the type to not even tell you y'all are going on a date. especially if you've been down lately and need a pick me up. he'd just show up like "can you get dressed?"

"i'm not really in the mood to go out."

"don'tttttttttt care. get dressed."

-def stalks your twitter and tiktok reposts to see if you have anything you really want to do & then surprises you. he's never gonna let you say 'if he wanted to, he would.'

"how did you know i wanted to do a picnic?"

"guess i'm just good like that."

Christopher

-chris is giving you the full gentleman treatment on your first date. he's never done this before so he's playing by the book. flowers, opening doors, the whole nine yards.

-super nervous at first when the date first starts but he loosens up once you start laughing. then he's just doing all kinds of goofy shit to keep you giggling.

- so we kind of already heard what he's perfect first date would be... topgolf yadda yadda. but my boy is NOT letting you win. he loves dates where there is competition but letting you beat him is not flirting where he's concerned. the first time y'all go bowling he's dropping 200 on you.

"really chris?"

"huh? my bad. thought a loser said something."

-for those same reasons he loves a good game night. doesn't even matter what you're playing. he loves how excited you get when you finally win at connect four & thinks it's adorable.

-wants the date to be alllll day and you don't mind at all. he picks you up at noon and the next you know it's late at night and y'all are walking through a random park.

-and you just know he's planned this date to the t. he'd pretend like he's being all spontaneous but bro's got an literary on his notes app just in case.

- loves going to concerts with you. doesn't even matter if its one of his artists or yours. just likes sharing the experience and music. hears the song live and becomes obsessed, playing it all the time when he's on aux.

"you're such a poser. you don't even like this song."

"shut up. that was before i saw it live."

-calls EVERYTHING a date. he's coming with you to run errands, go grocery shopping, it doesn't matter. as long as he's with you and can make you smile, he's calling it a win.

-still gets cringed out doing coupley things but finds himself doing it anyway. he's finally starting to understand why people do corny shit like put locks on a fence. he's still not doing that shit but he gets it now.

Nicolas

-i feel like nick would be hard to read so it'd take you a while to even know if he likes you back or not. but then when you finally get up the courage to ask nick on a date he's like... "bitch what took you so long"

-a perfect first date for him would be something creative or something where he can learn. like a pottery class or one of those places where you make your own candle.

-he'd get really into it too. he'd be going around smelling all the scents and turning his nose up at yours.

"don't burn that shit when i come over."

"alright, fuck you-"

-but if you went to a pottery class, you'd make him something small like a jewelry tray and he'd be swooning but trying to keep it cool. he'd probably make a joke about it but it'd be his prized possession, centerstage on his dresser.

-when its his turn to plan a date, he's going somewhere scenic where you guys can take in the view and he can have an excuse to take aesthetic pics of you. even takes a cheesy picture of the two of you kissing with a landscape behind you... not that he'd ever admit that it exists.

"i swear to god, if you ever post that, i'll kill you."

"adding it to my 'nick sturniolo blackmail' folder as we speak."

-would buy one of those adventure books with the date prompts that you add polaroids to and you guys would fill it up. he'd probably be super embarrassed at how cheesy it is but too in love to care.

-loves a good classic dinner and a movie too. always watching the movie first though because he has a million thoughts he needs to share. and you're happy to listen to him ramble on and on.

"-i haven't seen anything like that since donnie darko. that shit was insane. did you see-... why are you looking at me like that."

"you're just pretty. that's all."

"... boy... we're breaking up."

but he can't stop himself from smiling at your corny ass.

-you'd def surprise him by finding a drag show and taking him. he'd be looking at you so sideways when you pull up to a nightclub but you probably actually yelp when he realizes where you are. and at the show, you already know he's blushing a deep red anytime one of the queens interact with him during the performance.

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nervoussagittarius · 17 days

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20191009 I Like Her

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: y/n shows matt a song that explains the way he's been feeling

warnings: none just fluff

"matt, have you ever listened to mac demarco? " you ask as you lay on his bed. there's been a comfortable silence between the two of you as you search for new music and matt sits at his desk playing around with his computer settings.

somehow you had come across one of your old playlists that focused primarily on the album "2" by mac demarco.

while he was one of your favorite artists growing up, you never got the chance to listen to his newer music. matt looked at you for a second and held up a finger signaling that he'd answer you shortly, after he finished changing his desktop files around.

matt was trying to play it cool. he had been having these weird feelings towards you for the past couple days. he didn't know how they developed or what they meant. what he did know is that he didn't want to come off strong or seem overly interested in you even though his mind was screaming at him to say how he's been feeling.

truth be told, he didn't really know how he felt. he had only known you for a couple of months and you started coming around the house more because you were close with nick. though, as time went on you formed a bond with matt that was comfortable and safe. matt was always able to tell when he started liking a girl, but it was harder to find the words to explain how he felt about you.

matt felt the need to keep any relationship between you two strictly platonic. you were nick's friend first, and while he didn't think nick would care he didn't want to lose the trust that he had built with his brother. he vowed to himself that nothing romantic could happen between you two, but as days went on that thought flew further to the back of his head.

"mac demarco," matt asks, he looked at you again. "is he the one who sings salad days'"

"yeah and he has a lot of other good music, but i just found his newest album and there's one hundred and ninety nine songs on it"

you pressed shuffle on the album. it was intriguing that a majority of the songs just had numbers for titles,and no vocals to them, just melodys.

"this song is '20200821 cowboy shit' its different" you said as you both laughed listening to the lyrics.

"it's definitely something" matt replied still not taking his eyes off of you. he admired the way your eyes sparkled as you flicked through the songs. he noticed how your lips turned up in a twinge of a smile when you heard a lyric you liked. he loved moments with you like this. he could sit here with you forever.

"y/n" matt said as the next song started playing. he was nervous to ask the next question. he wanted to know if you could put a name to the emotions he was feeling. you had always been better with this kind of stuff. you knew how to communicate how you felt, and you were always an open book with him. "do you think it's possible for us to like each other as more than friends? i don't really know how to explain it but i've been having these thoughts recently and i cant tell if they're just plationic"

you stared at him in shock of what he was saying. you've had feelings for matt for a few weeks now, but you didn't want to make things weird by saying something.

the words to '20191009 i like her' played in the background as you two just looked at each other. you kept replaying matts question in your head to think of the best way to answer, while matt was focused intently on the lyrics to the song to try to distract himself from the tension that had begun to rise in his room.

i'd give the world to her

as long as my heart's still beating

as long as she's next to me

as long as this love still fleeting

because i like her

matt thought you looked beautiful even though it felt like he could see the wheels turning in your head as you tried to answer his question.

listening to the lyrics, he felt this thought clear, and he knew in this moment that he couldn't say his feeling were just friendly anymore. sensing this, you made your way over to him. he looked at you warily, almost expecting you to yell at him and tell him that that he was crazy.

there was another beat of silence. "i like you y/n, a lot. i would do anything for you. will you please give me a chance?"

without second thought, you cupped his face in your hands and kissed the boy that you had quickly come to like.

could it be make believe?

am i just walking through a dream?

haven't felt this way in

such a long time, i do believe

that i like her

an: i've never written anything like this before so please tell me if you liked it or if you think i should change something. i'm always open to receiving feedback. i really appreciate you guys being here and if i could give each of you a forehead kiss i would

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months

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Idle Fantasies

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 26

Maybe it was stupid to dream, but you let yourself do it anyway.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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"You asked me once what I'd do, if I hadn't enlisted," you began one night, as you circled Leon in the training yard, listening to the music Krauser subjected you both to. The topic was brought up after days of you thinking about that brief discussion you'd had with Leon. The grim turn of focus after you'd given each other a few moments of respite.

Did you choose this? STRATCOM. This training.

The question - and Leon's answer - had taken up much of your thoughts these last few days. And it had all culminated in one way. One thought that you had promised never to entertain: what if?

What if things had never gone wrong?

What if your world hadn't been altered so completely?

Hell, what if you'd never enlisted in the first place?

"Think I have an answer for you."

Leon's eyebrows rose in surprise, and not just because of the knife you swung at his stomach. One he dodged easily - and one that he punished with a near-miss swing at your attacking arm. You tried to hold Krauser’s lessons in mind. Tried to treat the practice blade as real. The threat of it made you both more cautious.

The trouble was that even having been with each other, even knowing each other so intimately, sparring was still very much a dance between the two of you. A language the two of you had perfected over the months, one that got your heart beating fast for more than just the danger of it. "Oh yeah?" He breathed and went after you with a quick slash to the chest. Almost had you there, too. "What would you do, then?"

You swiped at him again, circling around him and bringing your unarmed hand towards his blade, trying to push it out of the way. It led to a brief but lightning fast exchange of hands and blades swinging at each other, neither of you gaining much ground before you both retreated back.

He was smiling at you proudly. Better luck next time, he said without words, his eyes roaming your body for just a moment.

You couldn't help but smile back and do the same.

"Think I'd make a pretty good DJ," you shrugged, nodding towards the open window of Krauser's office. Bluegrass was back, unfortunately. "Better than whoever he's listening to." You raised your voice a little, like you were hoping Krauser heard the jab. You didn't get any response from the Major, but Leon laughed. It was good to see him in better spirits. Good to know that letting him slot his head between your thighs made him feel better. Or maybe it was just the fact that the two of you had the night to yourselves again, since your new training partners had decided to take the evening off.

Even if you and Leon had agreed to prioritize practice over sex tonight, it was an opportunity for the two of you to be together, one way or another.

"You would only ever play the Spice Girls," Leon teased, and you nodded shamelessly.

"Damn right. And the world would be a better place for it." You were mostly joking. Mostly. Another exchange went by, and you landed a slash on Leon's arm as he stabbed at you. He wasted no time switching hands and going for your side with his left. You counter-cut to avoid, but he ended up nicking your leg with his blade anyway.

"Stupid songs that make you happy," he nodded as you both backed away again, repeating the words you'd spoken to him so long ago. "I'd listen to that radio station."

"Maybe I'd play some Green Day for you. If you're lucky."

His smile widened, and you had to admit that confidence looked absolutely staggering on him.

But however good he looked now, however proud you were of how far he'd come, you still had every intention of winning.

So, you were ready when he came at you, knife aiming high for the well between your shoulder and clavicle. You blocked with all the certainty of a soldier who'd lived for months with a knife in your hand. Trouble was, when you countered with a stab at Leon's belly, he knocked your hand away with the same level of confidence. You were quick to attack again, bringing your knife up and over to stab at his chest.

You'd taught him well how to defend against that. A block and another counter cut nearly caught your arm, and you exhaled sharply at the quick follow up he delivered.

Another near miss.

Too many of those as the gap between your skill levels shrank.

Or maybe some buried part of you just wanted to feel him on top of you for a while.

You realized things might be dire for you as you went for a high attack, only to be blocked, and answered with a knife thrust straight at your heart.

You smacked Leon's attack away in time.

Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough to stop the hard side kick he delivered to your stomach that sent you stumbling backwards. You let out a grunt at the pain just before you righted your stance.

He was becoming very fond of those kicks.

"Not bad, pretty boy," you praised, your voice low so Krauser couldn't overhear.

"Not too hard?" He asked, and you knew that he did it because he was trying to be mindful of your old wounds. The scars on your belly and ribs, and the trouble that the tissue underneath sometimes gave you.

You appreciated the concern, but with how your blood was pounding in your veins, you couldn't help but feel it was misplaced, right now.

"You're fine," you shook your head, and then you rushed him. Your strikes and defenses happened almost simultaneously, you going high and Leon going low. You were the one a step ahead this time, though, and you hooked his leg and brought him down. You saw surprise cross his face, but only for a moment before you were struggling against each other on the ground, bodies pressed against each other. "Besides . . ." you managed through gritted teeth, just as the two of you finished your grapple with you narrowly coming out on top. Your knife slid into place, held in a reverse grip at his neck. He was getting damn good . . . but you were still better. You grinned down at Leon, pinned to the ground beneath you, and spoke quietly to finish your thought, ". . . I don't mind it rough."

His face went bright red, and then he smiled after a moment. However much of a hardened soldier he was becoming, you took special joy in knowing that you could still make him blush. "Is that right?" he asked. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised with a hushed voice, and you got your second victory out of his flustered state.

So, taking in the sight, you climbed off of him and offered him a hand up.

He smiled up at you as you pulled him from the ground, and he dusted himself off. "So, a DJ, huh?" Leon didn't seem to quite believe you, but the idea seemed to make him happy all the same.

"Ah, probably not," you admitted. "Just the first thing off the top of my head."

"I could see it," Leon said, and then went on after a moment. "Or, you know, an MMA fighter."

You snorted, nodding. "Or that." You rolled your shoulders back, taking a breath and asking him the question that had been on your mind for days now. "What about you?"

Leon looked at you then, and you could tell he was trying to deflect as he raised a brow. "Do I like it rough? Or . . ."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "What would you do? If you could go anywhere? Be anything?" It was a big question. The kind that middle schoolers asked of each other, when the whole world seemed like it was laid before them. Before most saw the railroad tracks their lives were angled down. It was the kind of question you didn't concern yourself with often, because why worry about something that would never be? With Leon, though . . . you wanted to know what shape his life might have taken if not for all he'd suffered. What he would choose now, knowing what he did.

And you found yourself unsure of what to think when Leon looked at you and shrugged after a long moment. "Honestly? I . . . I guess I don't know, either." His words were quiet, betraying how much the thought bothered him. "I mean, I thought about being a cop somewhere else. After Raccoon City. But . . . I just couldn't shake it. What happened there." You knew all too well the meaning behind those words. "Not that I had long after it all happened before they 'asked' me to join."

"If they'd given you a choice?" You found yourself asking, hating the world for even needing to pose choice in this as a hypothetical. "Would you have joined?" You weren't quite sure why you were asking.

Maybe, perhaps because some part of you wondered if his choice would involve the life you had chosen for yourself. Not the idle fantasies, but the real one. The one you both were in now.

Leon pressed his lips into a thin line, and again, shrugged. "I don't know. I mean . . . I've always wanted to help people. I think . . . I know there's a chance for us to do that. It's just . . ."

"Not how you pictured doing it." You finished the thought for him, and he nodded.

"Yeah."

You could sympathize. You hadn't joined the Army with any grand ambitions. It had been an escape. A desperate one, from a life that would have gone nowhere otherwise. You'd never planned on becoming a Sergeant, initially. And you'd never planned on becoming an agent for a classified program. You'd never had the imagination to predict any of this.

But here you both were. The two of you, your lives taken and twisted into something you hadn't been meant to live. At the whim of something you couldn't control.

Cogs in a machine.

And even if you felt like it was a machine you belonged in, there was, perhaps, a part of you that wanted something else.

"Maybe not a DJ for me," you said, after a long pause between you and Leon. "Maybe just . . . a house away from everything. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere green."

You watched as the words made his face shift, and he looked at you with that soft, beautiful smile of his. "That sounds nice. Maybe in the mountains somewhere-" he said it like it was something he thought about, too. Like it wasn’t just your stupid little pipe dream, but his as well.

Suddenly, you felt more vulnerable than you were comfortable with, so you shrugged. Played it off as nothing. Waved away a mosquito that got too close - a herald of the summer on the way. "Probably not in the cards, though."

"Maybe not now . . ." Leon stepped closer, and you realized that you were entertaining too much hope, ". . . but some day-"

"Think you're being optimistic again there, Kennedy."

"You started the conversation," Leon pointed out. You had to give him that.

"I did." Because some part of you was awake, now. A part of you that you didn’t want, but every moment you spent with Leon, it stirred more and more. A foolish, impossible longing for something that you could never have, because there would never be anything normal about your life ever again.

But you imagined it, anyway.

You hadn’t used to. Not before Leon.

“But seriously,” Leon went on, and you wished he would drop it, “that’s a good dream.”

“It’s an unlikely one.”

“You’re not asking to go to the moon, you know,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to live somewhere.”

“I’ve lived on a base since I enlisted,” you shook your head. “Don’t know if I’d know what to do with myself out of one.” It was spoken with an air of realization, because you hadn’t really thought about it before now. You’d just accepted that as your reality. But when you were done with training, when you were sent out into the world, would that change? You almost couldn’t imagine it.

“Maybe we’ll have to find out, then,” Leon said, and you just looked at him. Wondered if you should shoot down the idea.

You wondered too little and too late, though, because you found yourself nodding. Because you wanted to entertain something happy. Not just for him, but for the both of you. “Maybe we will.” It was too much of an allowance of hope, though, so even as you watched Leon’s smile brighten, you shrugged again. Backpedaling. “No sense thinking about it much now, though. Not like we’re leaving this base any time soon.”

And, because fate liked to make you the butt of so many jokes, you were proven very much wrong the next morning.

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The sound of tires scraping against gravel. The distant growl of heavy engines.

The morning run was interrupted the next day by the sounds of vehicles. Leon had enough sense not to let the sound distract him too much, but once breakfast came around, the whispers had well and truly spread through the base.

It was Alenko who voiced those whispers, his eyes alight with a more genuine excitement than Leon had ever seen from him.

"Did you see the monsters they drove in?" he asked, sitting down at the table with an energy that didn't match how utterly bruised he was.

"Heard them," you nodded, taking a bite of the rice and meat they'd served that day. "Sounded heavy duty."

"A bunch of Humvees, APV's, they even brought an M1117," Alenko exclaimed with such genuine glee, and Leon had to smile.

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Leon held up his hands in celebration, earning him a side-eye from you.

“It’s May.” Your deadpan just made him laugh.

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

You gave him a look at his response, shaking your head and returning to your meal. But he saw the little smile curving the corners of your mouth. He would never tire of that smile. Not after the sun and all the stars burned out.

“You’ve probably never seen any of those heavy vehicles up close, have you, rookie?” Valeria asked, raising an eyebrow in Leon’s direction.

His focus recentered, Leon studied the dark-eyed soldier then, wondering where she was going with this, because Valeria seemed to always be going somewhere with everything she said. “No,” he admitted, and he felt your eyes on him again.

“Oh, you’ll be in for a treat then,” Valeria said the words with a smile.

Leon learned soon that she was right, because Krauser, it seemed, had called in more than just the APV’s and Humvees. An officer accompanied the vehicles, and several technicians. Mechanics. People who specialized in keeping the machines running. It became clear that the Major intended you all to learn your way around the machines, but the greatest surprise came the day after the vehicles arrived.

Because as the squad formed up for morning drills, the Major made an announcement.

“I’ll be leaving you all for a few weeks,” he began, and Leon was sure that, were they not all standing at attention, there would have been murmurs throughout the squad. He could see your eyes widen, clearly taken by surprise. “Got a report I need to make to Command. If all goes well, I’ll have some new things for you when I get back. New lessons.” Leon knew what he meant, then. He knew that he was going to speak to Command about the bioweapons. He was going to try to do as Leon asked, going about it the careful way.

Leon hadn’t pegged Krauser as one to cleave to what his superiors ordered all the time, but he supposed that if this was his life, if the Army and STRATCOM were all he had, then he understood that caution.

And if this let them all keep their instructor, then Leon was more than accepting of this happening the “right” way.

He couldn’t believe he was actually rooting for this path so he could go on being taught by an asshole who had woken him up with tear gas. Who’d done so much to break him and you and everyone else down. But he was understanding now what you had known all along. That Krauser, despite it all, was doing his best to make sure that you would all survive everything. That you would all have as many tools at your disposal as possible.

And that included APV’s, apparently.

APV’s . . . but that wasn’t where things were going to end, it seemed, because Krauser went on as a more lithe but no less stern man stepped up beside him. “This is Commander Cortez. He’ll be taking you all on a little field trip up to Fort Benning. It’s past time you all got some experience behind the wheel.”

And Leon had seen the way your eyes widened as Krauser gave the location. You and all the rest of your squad. Alenko looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, he was so excited.

He asked you later why you’d balked like that.

“Fort Benning,” you began to answer, “it’s where the Armor School is. They train cavalry scouts there and-”

Alenko cut you off, his smile making him seem years younger. “And tanks, man,” he said, and Leon felt his eyes widen. “That’s where you learn how to drive tanks.”

Leon went quiet for a moment, looking over at you, then nodding. “Huh. Well, shit.”

It seemed the two of you would be getting some time off-base after all.

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A/N: Just a cute lil chill chapter for Valentine's Day!

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lululawrence · 4 months

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From the moment Louis learned no one would survive past the evening, the only thing he knew was that he had to get to Harry.

Damsel in Christmas Distress (5k) - Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Nick's door was open. He didn't leave it that way. Maybe his gorgeous neighbor will help protect him from any possible murderers who have made their way into his flat while he was gone.

Merry Louis' birthday, Happy Stylinshaw.

Snow In Love (33k) - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

#my fic #my fic masterpost #yearly masterpost #2023 masterpost #fic rec #my fic rec

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HHHHHHHH

I caved

Fight me

Here's the dumb little nark drabble I wrote at 4 am. I typed it all up on my phone so I really don't care if it's formatted wierd or if there's any punctuation wrong oops?

Might do a small series with it who knows.

But yeah here's one of the ways I see Nicky and Larks first kiss going down.

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Lark realized he may have been in just a little bit deeper than he originally intended with one Nick Close than he had thought.

The two of them grew up together, went through tough shit, nightmares, break ups, experiments, the list goes on. Nicky was a big fan of always throwing out the good old “ Nothing brings people together like shared trauma.” quote always through a crooked grin and a shrug of his shoulders, and you know what? He was right.

After everything, Lark could only go to Sparrow for so much. But Nicky? He could rant about his dad to him for hours on end. That's when this whole mess started, the feelings and all that other bullshit.

They were probably 16 or something. Who cares really? Lark had been ranting non stop going on almost 45 minutes (not that Nick was counting) It was when Lark was having a hard time calming his breathing and Nicky stopped him from pacing, grabbed his shoulders, gave them an affirming squeeze, looked in his eyes and barely above a whisper said “ hey, man, deep breath. You're good, I'm right here.” amber eyes searching into his with concern and reassurance, then a gentle kiss placed to his forehead before the other ruffled his hair and stated light heartedly “ it's gonna be alright song bird.”

As they got older things got a bit more complicated. Nicky started spending more time in the infernal plane, he’d visit every now and then and when he did they would stay up all night talking, laughing, having a few drinks, better judgment stalling things that could ruin a good friendship. Especially when the older of the two would do things like fidget with the brunette's hands or rest his head on his shoulders. Lark liked when Nick would do those things which just made it that much worse. He'd notice how Nick's fingers were always warm and his nails ever so slightly pointed, and his hair always smelled good, even with the addition of the infernal planes smoke.

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There were a few times that were too close for Larks' comfort honestly. Like when Nick would play with his unruly locks as they watched tv together and fell into comfortable silence. Or when he would teasingly blow smoke in Larks face when they shared a smoke or even worse the way they would perfectly banter with each other through arguments when things got too competitive.

Their first kiss happened in Larks second year of university. They went to some party on campus since Nicky was visiting after who knows how long. Lark decided it was best for his mental health to not keep track ( 63 days). Nick was quick to show his skills in Guitar Hero as soon as he saw the avatar selection screen on the tv in the living room. It didn't take long for him to start beating ass left and right at the game. As bystanders watched in awe, Lark sat nearby sipping on a solo cup tracking the half demon's expression as he played, his heart stuttering at the curve of Nick's smile, the faint glint of canines being ever so slightly too sharp. The way he bounced on his feet when he got too into the song and gave an occasional hop that made his black hair bounce on his shoulders and get in the way of his eyes which always led to him flipping it out of his face. Lark let a fond smile slip when he could see the ever so slightly visible smoke and warmth radiate off his friends fingers on the plastic frets as he tried to suppress his hellish nature.

Nick finished his last round before he let some poor freshman take their turn to try and follow up the show he had put on, he plopped down next to the younger on the worn down couch, stole his cup and chugged whatever was left of the awful college grade concoction. Nick patted his back and noted he was going to go get them refills before standing and taking his leave to the kitchen which before Lark knew it and before his brain could scream at him to stop what he was doing he was following Nicky close behind following the sweet smell of that he carried with him.

Once in the kitchen, solo cups refilled, Nick turned around to face Lark, only a little surprised to see his friend had followed him “ ahh it too loud out there for ya songbird?” his lips curled as he got ready to make some cocky remark about lark missing him after barely 30 seconds, the younger cut him off barely above a whisper of “ Shut it Foster” practically whispering it in to Nicks lips as he closed the distance and gripped the front of the jacket that he'd been gifted by his father. Lark waited to be pushed away, for the older to separate from him and chew him out or just disappear like he had gotten so good at.

But it didn't happen, at least not how he expected.

The ravenette pushed back just the slightest to break the kiss just for the tiniest moment. Amber eyes desperately searching Sage ones trying to find the hints of how this could be a prank or any type of deception, and when he couldn't see any, the faintest glow of blue flickered from Nicks eyes the same shade his horns seemed to give off like the center of a match and he dove back in to the kiss. He snaked his arm behind Larks neck to hold him close and it didn't take long till the cup was spilled down his friends back as they backed up into the pantry in a mess of drunken passion, open mouth kisses, tightening grips on clothes, just barely too warm fingertips brushing across scarred skin and the faintest scent of smoke.

Nick was the one who broke the kiss, panting and touching his lip with his hand after Lark had given a bit of a too confident bite. Maybe it had been too far? And of course only now he would realize this too late and he was absolutely going to beat himself up for it forever now as Nick practically rushed out of the kitchen and back into the fray of the party. Face flushed, his nose and lips the same warm shade of red. He shouldered his way past a few people and made his way to the back yard, opened a stupid portal back home to the infernal plane with his dumb flaming fingers and vanished just like that. Just like he had gotten so good at once they had gotten older. The portal closed and the smell of smoke and Nicks shampoo lingering in the air around Lark, he groaned and rubbed his face with both hands in frustration before punching the door of the pantry and leaving a significant dent in it. It didn't take long for him to grab his jacket and notify Sparrow he was going home.

Nicky didn't come around as much after that.

#nark #nark dndads #lark x nick #nick close #nick foster #nicky freeman #lark oak #lark oak garcia #lark garcia

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new ask!! what genres of music would the vb au listen to? :) - space

always coming in with fantastic asks aren't ya?

ok uhhh once again if this ends up becoming a furtana post it's bc i have zero self-control. seriously no thoughts only them i am a furtana stan account

also? once i've written more of the fic (manifesting that lmao) i wanna make a proper zine and i think it would be fun to include mini playlists for the main characters? like 'santana essentials,' 'finntana's soft jazz essentials,' etc. very hypothetical project but a girl can dream

finntana grew up together and therefore have similar music tastes (kinda). finn is very big on rock, especially classic rock, and made santana listen to a lot of it with him. she was never into it to the same extent as he was, but high school rolled around, dragging up a lot of insecurities and pain, and santana realised that singing along to the angriest rock songs she could find helped alleviate some of it. finn wasn't huge into alt rock but he did some digging just for her and helped her find artists like alanis morissette to listen to. he also talked to his mom about his concerns regarding santana's mental health (as if carole hadn't noticed already) and she introduced santana to soft jazz. so some days, finn and santana would go outside and blast alt rock and break stuff, but other days they would curl up in bed and fall asleep to the softest jazz (this is not a good drawing but u get the vibe). i think kurt would join in on the jazzy times - he would just sit at finn's desk and work on homework or fashion stuff, yknow? once in a while he'd look over at finntana just to check in, and he'd smile fondly when he sees that one or both of them has fallen asleep.

santana is a bit more connected to latin culture here, so i reckon she likes to sing along to spanish songs when she's doing stuff like cleaning or cooking. kurt can tell she's in a good mood when he hears it. she vibes in particular with rock artist santana, completely unrelated to the fact that his (last) name is also santana. i also think she's into r&b but i have not thought about it in detail.

kurt likes his showtunes :) i think his interest in them would've increased more in college/upon meeting blaine, bc finn and santana were never the type to listen to any of that. also? this is kinda random but kurt strikes me as the kind of person who enjoys niche/old/foreign movies, so i also have some classic french songs in my kurt playlist? stuff like la vie en rose, non je ne regrette rien, ne me quitte pas, etc. i just know that boy romanticises paris there's no way he doesn't.

quinn gives me indie vibes, which is a funny statement bc i still have not figured out what indie music really is. it feels like a very vague category bc then u have indie pop and indie rock and like,,, what does that meAN. i looked up the definition of indie and i'm still confused. anyway i have a very specific vibe in mind so i'm just gonna drop a few songs here and call it a day. carnival - natalie merchant, criminal - fiona apple, honey and smoke - case/lang/veirs, august - taylor swift, stop draggin' my heart around - stevie nicks ft tom petty. take from that what u will.

brittany listens to a lot of upbeat music. primarily 2000s- early 2010s pop and hip hop but i don't think she has much of a preference as long as it has a good dance beat. i have a solid mix of britney spears, rihanna, beyonce, kesha, and lady gaga songs (among others) in her playlist if that helps. she has the best playlists for stuff like bus rides and messing around in the gym with music playing on the speakers bc it's safe to assume everyone will enjoy all of it

tina also gives me a vibe i don't know how to describe. can u tell i have no idea what i'm doing <3 more song drops: the underground - meg myers, zombie - the cranberries, angel of the morning - juice newton, sweet dreams (are made of this) - eurythmics, ironic - alanis morissette. but i think she'd also be into pop? idk i feel like she isn't super picky about music?

have not figured out what sugar would listen to. genuinely not a clue in this head of mine i'm so sorry. i just don't have a playlist for her at all asdfskdfj i wanna say it's similar to britt's but like,, more bubbly? does that make sense? i hope it does

#ask md #space 🪐#u are keeping my serotonin levels up with these asks and i really appreciate it :D #vb au asks #vb au thoughts

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Fanfiction: You Always Meet Twice

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37455736/chapters/97416267

Chapter 12

Morrie's euphoria persisted when the band started touring through Wellington Wells with their new songs – Morrie's songs. He felt that he finally became a recognised member of The Make Believes, someone who had contributed to their success. With a bit of luck, an maybe with Virgil's help, the album could become a golden record.

There was a little downside of this new phase of life though. Nothing too bad but it still bothered Morrie. Since they had begun their new tour, Nick had become more absent than before. He appeared on stage for the gigs, and Morrie was glad that he didn't experience another failed concert, but every time they entered a hotel he vanished out of sight. Morrie assumed he looked after his “special guests”, the die hard fans that he invited into his suite. Once more, Morrie wished he could simply spend more time with Nick. He wanted to be invited too, even if that meant he had to get high again. He'd do everything.

He had actually expected that his bandleader would pay more attention to him now, after proving himself. And after passing a night in his living room – and kissing him. Morrie heavy-heartedly decided to not bring it up. It seemed like Nick had simply been drunk and not in control of his senses. But what about the special connection he seemed to have with Nick? Every time they were together, Nick made it look like he enjoyed it very much. All the compliments Morrie got when he was around Nick. When no misunderstanding stood in their way, they had truly magical moments. So why not meet again?

Also, Morrie found that he deserved to know where his bandleader went. If he attended interviews and fan meetings and whatnot, Morrie had the right to join him. He was the mind behind the new record, so he should promote it as well.

After fruitlessly waiting for Nick to come back, Morrie concluded he had to consult Virgil again. The manager was helpful as always, promising to arrange an appointment with Nick and the press. A few days later, Morrie was excited to hear that Nick had agreed to meet him – in Luskus Holm. Virgil arranged a special ride for him in the underground. It was eerie to sit in a completely empty train, but it didn't dampen the young musician's mood, because he'd see Nick again. That was all that mattered.

Getting out at the underground station of his destiny, he looked around. He had never thought about it, but it seemed like the underground wasn't much in use anymore. Or else there would be a crowd waiting for the train. Instead, the station was empty. “Nick?” The sound died down unanswered.

Moving on, his own footsteps echoed through the hallway, making him pace more carefully. The tunnel was dimly lighted. He could barely see the end of it. Luckily, the signs pointed at the way out. Right when he wondered how he was supposed to find Nick, a figure dashed out of the shadows. “BOO!”, it yelled.

Morrie leaped backwards and yelped before he realized what happened. A second later, the hallway was filled with familiar laughter. Morrie's ears rang and he panted heavily. But he smiled. “You...” “Hey, Morrie! Had a fun ride?”, Nick sneered. He looked joyful as ever. It was hard to imagine what a sobbing mess he could also be. “Er...fun?” Morrie tried to think again. “Rather...quiet...Er, do you often travel like this?” “Sometimes”, Nick played along. “It's safer to use, now that the train is out of order for the general public. “The train is...shut down?” “Yeah, good for me.” “When did that happen?” “I don't know? A while ago? Why do you ask?” Nick eyed him as if he was wondering why that was such a big deal.

Morrie didn't know why he was so emotional about it. He hadn't even used the train that often. But it bothered him that he hadn't noticed something so...consequential. “I don't know...I think I should remember this, but...I guess I was busy with other stuff...,” he mumbled and shrugged, wishing he had said nothing. He lowered his head and put his hands into his pockets. “Oh, Morrie”, Nick said full of empathy. “You're stiff as a poker again. You're lucky to have me.” Then Morrie tensed even more when Nick put an arm on his back and walked him up the stairs. “I know exactly what you need”, he purred into his ear. Morrie actually believed that he did. He cleared his throat.

“Wh...where are we going?” Nick snickered quietly. “My favourite place. Trust me, it'll do you good.” Morrie wished Nick wouldn't be so ambiguous with everything he said. “Who are we meeting?”, he asked, busying his mind with the upcoming interview. “Huh?” “Uh...Don't we have an appointment with the press? I thought Virgil...” “Morrie!”, Nick cut him short. “Will you stop thinking about work already? We're here to enjoy ourselves! Gosh, you're stubborn!” “So...we're not...?” Nick moaned loudly. “Tomorrow, okay? Listen, I promised I'd show you my favourite place, so I thought we're gonna have some fun before that hack tears us apart. But if this is all you're here for, you can take the train right back, I won't stop you...” He climbed the stairs faster. Morrie terribly missed his hand on his back. “No, no, no, Nick, I want this! It's a great idea!”, he shouted and hurried after him. Nick stopped and turned around. “Huh, no, it's a smashing idea! And now stop killing the vibes!”

Morrie fell quiet, afraid to ruin this. Nick wasn't easy to handle, he thought. One moment he was purring and flattering and the next moment they got entangled into another pointless argument. He should really take care of what he said. Stop mumbling nonsense. Silencing, he followed his idol to the surface, where Nick widened his arms as if he had just broken out of a cage. “Can you feel it, Morrie? We're at home!” “Well, it's a pretty place”, the younger man answered. In fact, the scandalous district with it's inviting neon signs didn't fascinate him that much, because he already knew the sight. It was Nick who he was excited about. “Pretty?”, Nick blurted out. “It's beautiful!” Morrie took a respectful look around. Nick must've noticed the other man's restraint and patted his back again. “Don't worry, just stay with me. We're just about there.”

A few alleys later, Morrie noticed that Luskus Holm seemed to be the only place in Wellington Wells where Nick could move around freely without camouflage. Passersby looked like they recognised him, but they greeted him like they'd greet any other Wellie. “People are really friendly to you here”, Morrie described his observation. Nick looked at him, puzzled. “They don't tear you to shreds as they would in any other district”, he pointed out. “Oh, yeah, now that you mention it...It's always been like this. I grew up in this place, man! Everything I learned about life and love, I learned it here. There's no better place for people like us”, Nick said beaming. Morrie tensed. “People...like us?” “You know, musicians”, Nick said with a wink. “Rock people, hairy bums like us...well, you're not so hairy, but you know what I mean.” “Oh, okay...So your family lives here?” “So to speak. Not my relatives, I'm not born here, but I just spent all my time where until... well, other districts needed my attention, too. I do call these people family.” “Wow”, Morrie produced. “I couldn't find a better guide for this tour.” Nick agreed.

They strolled side by side through they alleys while Nick provided him with stories about the shops and buildings they passed. Morrie felt that this was a very intimate tour for Nick since he told him things he'd never read in a gossip rag. “Ah, there it is”, the rockstar eventually said, stopping in front of a smaller club with a bright pink neon sign of a dancing leg. “The Shake A Leg?”, Morrie asked. He hadn't seen it from inside yet since he hadn't been a big enough act. Despite it's plain facade, the club was very popular and only invited the trending bands. “It's one of the first clubs I've played in”, Nick explained. “It was an insider's tip back then, just opened a few weeks ago and searching for bands. And there were many lining up to perform there, and I got in.” Nick gave a nostalgic sigh. Then he pulled himself together. “Alright, we're not here to stare at it, let's have a drink.”

Morrie was surprised by how full this little club was. Nick navigated through the crowd all smoothly as if he did it for a living while Morrie bumped into elbows and shoulders along the way. A very ambitious dancer kicked him in the knee. When Morrie arrived at the bar, he had tears in his eyes. Blinking them away, he discovered that his idol was already involved in a lively conversation with a barmaid. He didn't like the way she fluttered her eyelashes and leaned towards Nick. “Jodie, may I introduce my newest capture, Morrie Memento”, Nick said to her when Morrie arrived. “Morrie, this is Jodie Pagett, the girl of my dreams.” She chuckled again. “Oh, stop it, you. Who's the real lucky girl tonight?” “I don't know what you mean”, Nick purred. “Sure, I'll ask you again – in five minutes.” Then she turned to Morrie and took his hand: “Hello, darling, I'm so happy to meet you. I hope he treats you well.” “Hello, Jodie, I hope so, too”, Morrie teased. “Hey”, Nick protested. “I'm doing my best here.” “If he's mean to you, just give him a little smack.” Jodie playfully held up a hand close to Nick's cheek. The rockstar shied away, but laughed. “No, don't!” “I'll keep it in mind”, Morrie said, but he knew he'd never do it. “Oh, come on!”, Nick shouted. “Not you too!”

Morrie now noticed that the barmaid was older than Nick. Her bright eyes and vivid demeanour made her look like a girl at first sight. But Morrie assumed he was safe. Nick was a child to her and she probably knew him since his first gig here. They kept on joking and laughing about things he didn't understand, then she handed them drinks and told them to go play. “Shush!”, she said and waved her hands.

Nick's hand brushed Morrie's arm when they went back to the crowd and the younger man wondered if there was a way to touch Nick's arm or shoulder in a seemingly random way. Nick acted like a master of subtle touches tonight and Morrie craved them. The rockstar stopped and looked across the room, presumably at the band. “The Tunnel Rats”, Morrie recognised them. “Huh?” Nick couldn't hear him over the music. “The Tunnel Rats”, he repeated louder and Nick nodded. “You know them personally?”, he went on. They were idols to him, too. If he could get them to jam with The Make Believes... “Uh, I guess...Guess I once broke the singer's nose...”, Nick answered. “Oh.” What a shame. “What happened?” “His sister happened. I guess I shouldn't get too close to him...” “Okay.” Morrie's eyes fell on a table that two guests just abandoned to dance. He pointed at it, using the opportunity to tug at Nick's frilled sleeve.

Nick agreed and after fighting through the dancers they fell into their seats. “That was close”, Morrie said and tried a wink. Nick rested his head on his hands, eyeing the dance floor. “Yeah...” He took a nip of his drink, contemplating. “You know, whatever! Fuck this rat! I wanna dance tonight! Come on!” And so Nick quickly left the safe haven to melt into the crowd again. Morrie hastened after him, but a very passionate couple moved in his way, throwing around arms and legs and rubbing their bodies against each other. Finally getting around them, Morrie saw Nick dancing and stopped.

He couldn't avert his eyes from Nick. The way he moved his body so fluently was enchanting. He savoured this moment, thanked his fate that it allowed him to see this, but he also realized that he had lost him. Nick wasn't dancing alone. He had found a blonde girl in a tight red dress as his dancing partner and Morrie wondered how he'd even dared to think this night would go otherwise. Suddenly, he was very alone in this group of strangers who shoved and kicked him as if they wanted him to get out. People like us, he thought bitterly. No, there was no us.

For a moment, he considered going back to the table, finish his drink and wait. But a second later he admitted how pathetic that was. Nick wouldn't come back to pick up his sad pianist. He was having fun.

When he returned to the bar to put his glass on it, Jodie caught him. He had meant to leave without a word, but she held him up. “What did he do?” Morrie indeed looked confused. “Who?”, he asked. She furrowed her eyebrows. “I know Nick. Whatever he did, he's probably already sorry.” “He did nothing”, Morrie answered. His voice was hollow. “I'm just tired is all.” She eyed him, then she said “Sure” without sarcasm. “I have rooms in the first floor.” A second later, there was a key on the counter. “First door to the left is yours.” “Thank you, but...I...I...” All Morrie wanted was to leave. “You rather walk the way back to Maidenholm?” “Uh...” Morrie realized she had a point. He had no ride back, also he had no idea where the interview would take place. He needed to stay close to Nick.

Giving up, he accepted the key. “Good night, luv”, Jodie said. Morrie's answer got swallowed by the noise. In his room, he crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket over his head. It both dampened the noise and gave him the comfort he needed now. He felt like an idiot again. Closing his eyes, he recalled how Nick had touched his arm, how he had slightly pushed him up the stairs and of course his merciless mind tortured him with the kiss. Perhaps he should've waited for Nick to get drunk and... No. He wouldn't abuse him. Nick was lovely the way he was.

Morrie didn't notice how he dozed off. One moment after the other, the room was suddenly quiet except for the sound of chirping birds outside. And it was lit by the sun. Morrie quickly got out of bed. His head spun again. He didn't know the time and he didn't know where Nick was. Now with the party over, he hoped they'd have some time for each other. He went down the stairs to the bar where Jodie was sitting and reading a newspaper. “Good morning,”, Morrie said politely. “Do you know if Nick woke up yet?” She answered with a bright smile: “No, dear, I'm sure he's still sleeping like a baby. But his room is right next to yours, try your luck.”

Shortly after, Morrie knocked at Nick's door and called for the idol. Sadly, he didn't open. Morrie decided to wait, because he had no real reason to invade Nick's privacy other than being bored. He waited in his room until there was a knock at his door. To his disappointment, it was Jodie who gave him a letter. “This just came with the blower. It's from Virgil.” “Oh, shit”, Morrie said after reading. Now he had his reason. They were late for their interview and Morrie once more regretted that nobody told him these things beforehand. The only one who was allowed to know anything was the one who got drunk... Morrie knocked again and entered. Nick was sound asleep, hugging the pillow.

“Nick”, Morrie begged, standing at the door. The idol snored. “Nick!”, Morrie tried louder. The other man fell quiet, then he moaned. But he didn't open his eyes. “Nick?” Morrie walked closer to the bed. Nick pulled the blanket over himself and moaned again. Morrie touched his arm, or better, the bit of blanket above it and shook him gently. “Nick, hey, wake up. We have to leave...”, he whispered to him.

The other man finally poked his head out. “Only five more minutes, Virgil...”, he mumbled, then he rubbed his forehead. “Ah, I need my Joy...” Morrie had smiled at the sleepy rockstar, but now his smile froze. Not this again.

“Where have you been, Morrie? I thought you wanted to see the whole district”, Nick slurred while Morrie dragged him out of the room. His stated was worse than that other night, he couldn't even walk alone. That or he didn't want to. He had insisted to wrap an arm around Morrie who didn't absolutely complain. He still wished Nick would take their promotion more seriously. Thanks to Virgil's letter, Morrie knew where to go. “I was tired”, he repeated himself. Nick chuckled. “How old are you? Twelve? Are you a little baby, Morrie?” “I'm just...having a proper sleeping schedule, you should try that out yourself”, Morrie said through gritted teeth. Climbing down the stairs with a drunken person was something he didn't want to do again. “Sure, little baby Morrie.” There was a new nickname. How delightful.

Jodie actually had Joy in storage, but the pill didn't sober Nick up. It only made him more rebellious. Morrie had to keep Nick from strolling away into another pub or shop along the way. It was really like walking a confused animal. “No, not there.” “Not this way, Nicky.” “Where are you going now?” Nick's mood dropped by the minute, since he wasn't allowed to deviate from the path. Also Morrie's patience suffered. He rudely pulled Nick closer and tightly grabbed his wrists. Handcuffs, he thought. He'd ask Virgil.

The time they reached their destiny, Nick had gone from complaining to whining. He tried to stomp Morrie's feet and winded to free himself from the grip. Morrie fought back, breaking out in sweat. He feared for their interview. “Nick, hey, stop it! It's okay. It's okay. Look at me.” After talking to Nick like this over and over again, the idol finally looked him in the eyes. Morrie cupped his cheeks. “It's fine...We go in there, answer a few questions and then we go home, okay? It won't take long. All I need is just a few words from you about the new record, alright?” He wasn't sure if Nick heard him. The rockstar stared right through him and made an illegible noise. But at least he had calmed down.

Morrie's heart pounded when he noticed that they were guests in a radio show. A live show! He begged for Nick to find back to his senses and decided to answer the most questions for him. But if he was completely honest with himself, the interview was a failure. The host focused on Nick of course, so Morrie had a hard time preventing Nick from mumbling nonsense. And even when he managed to formulate a sentence, he picked at the new record, said that they were not some of his best work. That there had been a lot of songs he would change now. Morrie tried to save them, only to almost get into an argument with Nick who seemed to have forgotten who Morrie was. The didn't help, he rather encouraged Nick to point out the flaws. Morrie had to make up an excuse to leave the show early and he had to pull Nick out who then suddenly insisted to stay in the studio.

The only reason why Morrie didn't yell at Nick outside was because some paparazzi might take notice. But he didn't say a word to Nick either, so that even the wasted idol realized that something was wrong. He started whining again, but Morrie ignored him. He shoved him into the train that brought them home and sat next to him to hold him in place. Then Nick's head sunk on Morrie's shoulder. The younger man sighed. He allowed Nick to doze off like this and made sure his head didn't slide down. The auburn hair tickled his cheek.

Morrie was glad to leave him to his Bobby who carried him into the Pad.

#you always meet twice #nick lightbearer #morrie memento #nickxmorrie #we happy few #wehappyfew #whf #whf nick #whfnick #nicklightbearer #morriememento #the make believes

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you know people say Captain America would be against racism but I really don't think he'd understand it very well and I don't think there's much of anyone in the MCU who could help him

Steve: Do you know about racism?

Tony, white billionaire who's never had to care how his personality plays to other people: oh, don't worry about it, that just means you have to be careful about singing the n word in rap songs when you're not in private

Pepper, white top tier educated gender conforming business type: Yeah, gender is really a much more important issue than race these days. Sexuality, too. Racism mostly happens in other countries, which you do have to watch out for.

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Steve: So then they couldn't tell me much about it.

Sam, who agreed to let the military experiment on him and thought it was great and only recently learned sometimes the government does bad things: You know, that's because it's so much better than it was. Aside from a couple of people who like to put up confederate flags, almost no one's really racist anymore. Mostly they thank you for your service. And then you can correct mistakes really easily.

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Steve: Was he right?

Nick Fury, who gave up on his personal comfort so long ago so he could optimize for saving lives: I wouldn't worry about it, Steve. It's easier if you don't. In fact, if anyone tries to talk to you about something other than fighting aliens, you should just walk out on them. If you cultivate the strong, silent persona, no one even tries to call you out on it. And if they do you can hit them with your shield.

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Steve: Do you guys have any advice on this topic, or should I just give up? I've read a few books.

Clint, who doesn't even realize half the shit that's been happening to himself, and has never had a nonwhite friend, only coworkers: Uh, I can give you a list of words you're not supposed to say, I think. But there aren't any racist laws anymore or anything. Sometimes people publish racist books, I think? That might have been before, too, though, I don't read a lot.

Yelena, who was raised by a cult: Where I come from we have no racism. Only good spy, bad spy. Good spy gets reward and bigger assignment. Bad spy gets fed to wildlife. America is much better place to live than this.

Natasha, who also escaped from that cult: Yeah, I can't say any of that was race based. And no one here has ever tried to feed me to forest creatures, so I prefer that. I'll ask around if anyone has tried to feed anyone to forest creatures over their race, okay?

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Steve: So then they said they'd ask around but they're pretty sure racism isn't a big deal anymore.

Bucky, who doesn't remember shit about fuck and is also from the past: Oh, you mean like segregation? I watched a documentary on that. They got rid of it already. You don't have to fight it.

Steve: Who got rid of it?

Bucky: Obama, I think? People keep thanking him for stuff and I figure that's probably what they're thanking him for. He ended racism, you know. I also watched a documentary on that.

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Steve: ...so I wanted to know what you're reading in school on the topic, so I can sort out the holes in my education.

Peter, a white teenager at a very prestigious mostly white school, whose systemic problems are all entirely divorced from racism: I don't think we have that anymore. Aunt May told me Obama fixed it. Now we have aliens trying to take over the country instead.

MJ: Obama fixed what?

Peter: Racism. That's why we don't have it anymore.

MJ, suddenly on fire: OK! Both of you sit your asses down right the fuck now. Let me get my slides.

#look i said something #these movies (and shows) are very structurally white supremacist and it comes through in character storylines and dialogue #especially the part where they were fighting “Supremacists” and wouldn't even tell you what kind #they are not particularly left leaning but I think most people by now have stopped asserting that they are so it's ok

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆 & 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒 ☆ 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

∘ request:

goddamn your writing is so good 🥵 any chance you’d be able to write something with sapnap where you’re both at a party and know each other through friends but not well and you’re both a bit tipsy and he just can’t control himself and drags you into a bathroom? kinda fluffy where there’s lots of kissing but also desperate and accidentally rough (because the idea of someone wanting me so much that they lose control is a major thing of mine)

∘ pairing: sapnap x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+), party scene, drinking, crude language

∘ links: ao3

∘ word count: ~2000

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! I literally have the exact same thing so i think we’re soulmates or something. I hope you enjoy!

For the duration of the day, you’d been waiting for this moment. Your hair tangling amongst itself as you danced to the music with a group of your friends was almost a baptism for you. No longer were you restricted into your business casual attire and socially acceptable behavior. Now you were free to forget your name and responsibilities as mashups of different genres of heavily bass boosted music pulsed in your ears.

The large house was swelling with people, melding together as if their lives depended on the superficial human connection the beat could bring them. Many of them you recognized from some of your lectures; it had been a day where your classmates had planned a party for someone’s birthday. You hated to admit it, but you didn’t know or care whose party it was, you were just happy to have an excuse not to study.

You’d already lost one of your rings and your clothes were sticking to your body from the layer of sweat glistening against your skin, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. As cliché as it sounded, going to random college parties had equated to your own kind of religion. These senseless addresses were homes to a different kind of worship, but one you had quickly become devoted to. The smell of another girl’s perfume rubbing off on you and the nameless identity of the boy that offered you hard liquor were your new sacraments.

As the song died out, beginning a new string of beats to thunder around the room, you found yourself out of breath. You gestured to your friends that you were refilling your drink, but really you were in search of air that was a bit fresher. You wove through the heavy crowd, ending up in the kitchen and beelining for the fridge. There was a small group of boys standing around the keg, one of them filling his cup as they discussed something a few of them were getting heated about.

You tucked a cold water bottle against your side and grabbed a clean solo cup. As you got closer, you would hear what they were talking about. “I don’t know how you don’t remember that. It was like a big thing a few years ago?” One of them grumbled as his eyes narrowed at the liquid streaming into his cup.

“Sorry, Nick. I forgot they were selling kids on eBay. I honestly don’t see-” They continued on into overlapping ramblings that you couldn’t help but laugh at. One of them, that had been referred to as Nick, looked almost too familiar to you. Yet as you stood there, you couldn’t remember even if your life depended on it.

Nick’s eyes drifted to you as if just realizing you were standing there. “Sorry, do you refill?” He asked, mustering a somewhat shy smile. You snapped out of your train of thought, handing your cup to him.

“I didn’t mean to seem like a creepy, sorry,” you stated, sending him an awkward laugh. His lips parted in a smile. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, probably just from the weather earlier in the day. You weren’t sure if it was your slight buzz or the close proximity, but God, he looked good to you.

“No, I was hogging. It was my bad,” he answered. You brushed your hair off of your warm forehead and he looked up at you from what he was doing, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I think I know you from somewhere,” he mumbled before something clicked behind his eyes as he handed you your cup back. “Oh, you’re Clay’s friend, right? I’m his roommate, Nick.” At his words, your brain clouded with embarrassment as memories of him finally fled your brain.

You smirked slightly. “Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look…” You paused for a second. Where were you going with this statement? Hotter? “Grown-up,” you wheezed, making him chuckle again. “- I mean, since freshman year English, I guess.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, attempting not to grin wider. “Yeah, you look… grown-up too,” he offered, sending you a slight smirk. “It’s weird how close you and Dream are and I never see you around anymore,” he continued.

You chuckled a bit, wetting your lips. “Yeah, I told Clay I had a crush on you and he kicked me out,” you joshed, making him laugh. For as quiet as you remembered him being, you were shocked he was engaging with you in the way he was. Maybe it was just the atmosphere and the alcohol that had him loosened up. Whatever it was, you found yourself partnering with him in beer pong and spending most of the night at each other's side.

You sat closely to him on a couch in one of the several living rooms, your heads set close together as you listened to what he was saying over the music. “Hey, you too found each other,” a deep voice bounded, making you jump slightly, almost spilling your drink on Nick. Clay plopped down on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your section of couch to tug on Nick’s ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me Nick was a stud now?” you joked, slightly cringing about how bold you sounded. Nick chuckled at your words, swatting Clay’s hand away from him and taking another sip from his cup.

Clay setted further into the spot beside you. “You guys wanna play ‘suck and blow’?” He stated, more to the group of people around you guys. You furrowed your brows at him, almost wanting to roll your eyes at Clay’s blatant mission to set you and Nick up together. But who were you to avoid his attempts.

The card was passed successfully around the group, until it got to Clay, whose breath you could practically feel on the other side of the thick paper. You turned to give it to Nick but dropped it at the last second, making his lips press against yours. It was almost like he was expecting it because he was utterly calm at your action, nearing leaning in on his own accord. There were cat-calling noises made from the group as the kiss ended briefly. “Ope, looks like you guys are gonna have to leave the circle,” Clay stated with an almost sing-song tone in his voice. You were thankful that you had turned towards Clay enough that Nick couldn’t see your jokingly scornful look.

“Well, that’s just too bad. We were so good at this,” Nick chided as the two of you stood to leave. You ruffled Clay’s hair as the two of you left, following Nick into another room. “Would you want to… go somewhere quiet?” Nick asked, his eyes flashing to yours. Your eyebrow perked in his direction before you wordlessly slipped your hand into his.

You found yourself in the bathroom, Nick's hands settling on your hips as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out a sharp moan as he ground his hips against yours, yearning for more friction. Your fingers dug into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungry for your taste. His breath was like a drug for you as he groaned into your mouth, moving against you.

His lips left your mouth but only to caress your jaw before settling against your neck, sucking on the skin with a slight sting. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to you before wrapping a leg around him, begging him to go further with you. He chuckled at your neediness, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He tugged the strap of your dress down your arm, pressing his lips against the newly exposed skin, grinding against you. The taste of cheap beer passed between the two of you.

One of his hands slipped beneath your dress to squeeze your ass, pulling you tighter against his jeans, encouraging you to ride his thigh. "I want you," he moaned unevenly in your ear, sending heat straight to your core. You wanted him to completely ruin you, to show you what was hiding beneath the surface of his reserved nice guy barrier.

You answered his words by attending to his zipper, slipping your hands into his jeans and stroking him against his boxers. A moan broke through his teeth, his lips crashing against yours as you egged him on. His erection grew stronger with each of your movements. You could tell he was becoming desperate to ravage you with each of his restrained breaths.

Your teeth dug into his bottom lip, your fingers pushing his pants to the ground as he pressed himself against you. He pushed your underwear aside, answering your silent pleas. Pressing his lips against your neck again, he drove himself into you, earning a blissed out moan from you. A breath of pleasure and relief escaped his chest at the feeling of you instantly tightening around him.

He thrusted into you, as if testing the waters as you moaned his name against his skin. One of your arms tightened around his shoulder as he held you in place, setting his pace. The mix of alcohol and pleasure you were feeling with each snap of his hips was sending your head reeling. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin. You moaned against his lips, sending him to speed up his movements. A sense of roughness came out in him as he pounded into you harder, and you were eating it up. You fingers dug into his hair, pulling tightly to earn a groan from him.

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, raking against his back, urging him to use you like a flashlight. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, voice husky with some type of forced restraint as if he wouldn't let it come out evenly. You tightened around him, moving in what little space he'd given you to grind against him.

With that, he began to thrust into you harder, as if he was finally giving into whatever he was attempting to hold back. His teeth dug into your shoulder with each pulsing movement, driving himself deeper into you. Ungodly moans left your lips, only confirming his actions as he hungrily chased his high, dragging you with him.

His paces became less rhythmic and more sloppy as he gripped onto you, your fingers digging into his skin as you felt your orgasm was just within reach. You tightened your leg around him, your head swimming as he began to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. With a nearly choked out moan of his name, your body flushed with relief, your climax ripping through you. Nick succumbed to his own as if he'd been waiting for you, the two of you leaning against each other for support as you rode out your highs.

After you caught your breath, you reapplied a layer of lipstick, eyeing Nick through the reflection of the mirror as he stood behind you, straightened his clothes. "Let's not tell Clay about this, purely because he'll make it weird," you stated, turning and evening out his hoodie strings.

He chuckled slightly. "Oh, I agree completely. Don't tell Clay." His sly smirk nearly drew you in as you pressed your lips against his again, a promise that you'd definitely be seeing each other again.

#sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #sapnap x y/n #sapnap smut #sapnap fanfic #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut

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jellyluchi · 3 years

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Sid, congratulations on the milestone!! ❤️🎉🎊

If it's not too late, can I request a scenario/hc with a reader-insert? Either sfw/nsfw. It goes somewhere along the lines of Pros surviving after the train incident and leaves the mafia life behind to finally settle down with someone. He gets a peaceful life, albeit a little disgruntled making a compromise for it (but he does get used to it!) since he's a house husband now and his wife is the provider - who's not good at handling household responsibilities (e.g. cooking, cleaning, etc.).

Basically I'm all in for this guy getting a happy ending and am overly fond of male wife!Pros because he'd probably be a great one lol.

A/N: Pen!! Thank you for requesting!! AHHH you're already activating my trap card with House Husband!Pros ✨_✨ my domestic senses are tingling...This is sfw but I will do the nsfw version some day bc this man deserves to be taken over the counter after he's done cooking a meal. Thank you for your patience!!!

House Husband!Prosciutto x spouce!Reader; “Softly”

— warnings: none

— genre: fluff

— Word count: 1.1k

Leaving the mafia is no easy business. For someone who used to instruct others on the lifestyle of the perfect mafiosi, Prosciutto made quick work to move on. It obviously wasn’t his dream job. His aspirations had long been torn to shreds when his loyalty to Passione was established. He enjoyed the profits for what it was worth but his heart lay somewhere else, with you. Ever since your presence made itself known in his life, he wanted nothing more than to hide away and take you with him, his safe haven.

The thought proved to be difficult to make into reality. You were, and still are, a simple civilian who happened upon him by happenstance. Sometimes Prosciutto thought you two were never supposed to meet given how far removed you are from mafia life. However, he considered you his beacon of hope, a ray of sunshine leading him to the end of the tunnel. He promised himself he would survive for your sake.

And survive he did. His bloodied remains on the train track were rescued in the nick of time. It’s an understatement to say you were surprised. While you knew the nature of his work, it never occurred to you how close he was to death’s door. It made both of you cherish each other’s presence all the more.

Had some bastard told this man 5-6 years ago that he would be a 'house husband' he'd have slapped them across the face for looking down on him. It's ironic that now the most adrenaline he experiences is from bargaining with the local vendors or trying to get free coupons. He understands his mistake now, looking down on house spouses all those years ago was born from ignorance. Grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, baking, they are no easy tasks.

He ponders his current lifestyle silently. Some classic Italian pop song from the 80s plays on the radio on the countertop where his floured dough rests. Prosciutto never considered himself a baker. He thought his hands were too bloody for something so refined. The softness of the dough akin to the flesh he once held before turning it cold and pruned. Now he marvels at browned bread, having given it life through his hard kneading.

The clang of his metal arm meeting the counter-top makes him click his tongue. He thinks about touching the dough with his prosthetic, feeling it but also not. The sense of touch has always been quite personal to him and he remembers the way he used to hold his comrades to give them a pep talk, how he used to age enemies faster. The thought is quickly abandoned as he realizes he would have to clean the thing of sticky dough if he did.

The silent click-clack of a pair of keys and ‘darling, I’m home!’ alerts Prosciutto from his stupor. He leaves the dough inside the bowl before covering it. He sometimes wishes he could age it to it’s proven state.

You find your dear husband in the kitchen, in his usual sweats and t-shirt. “Welcome home dear,” his voice is as soothing as you remember. Nothing keeps you going like the thought of coming home to his embrace.

Ever the traditional man, he must give you a kiss upon arrival every single day. It’s not like you’re complaining.

You notice the resting dough when you embrace him. “Pizza?” and he nods at your inquiry. “Margherita. Your favorite.” and he delights in your small burst of excitement. Being a house husband has washed the harsh edges off of Prosciutto’s body. If he was drowning before, he’s now surfaced and made a life on the beach with you.

He takes your jacket, gently, and places it on the rack where it can always be found. Your shoes which never stray from it’s spot near the front door, your keys that never leave its decorative bowl. Prosciutto spent too much of his life running after disappearing things, cruel magic tricks that bring more gloom than entertainment. Your belongings remind him you’re going nowhere, he has no one to chase, he can rest.

“Would you like me to run a bath for you?” he asks you quietly while washing his hand at the sink.

“That’s alright, I’ll freshen up quickly. Besides, it’s too cold tonight.” As you leave for your room, your husband readies the other ingredients for dinner. He used to memorize lists of names but now they’ve been replaced by grocery lists. When he thinks about it, there wasn’t much of a difference, Passione had a peculiar code naming system.

Even if he’d never admit it, Prosciutto was once nervous about life with his prosthetics. He thought he’d never be able to make your favorites, or even go on date nights with you. But he quickly realized his fears were born of a privilege that comes from a life where he’s not expecting to die the next day. And if there is one thing he can do, it’s persevere to make life comfortable for you. You who pays for his living, you who takes care of him and you who loves him despite the ghosts that haunt him, you who kneaded his harsh planes into soft edges.

He’s almost done chopping the veggies when you come back downstairs. “Can I help?” he always makes you feel a bit bashful. You don’t miss the smirk on his sharp lips even if he tries to mask it.

He hands you the mozzarella along with a knife, knowing you would fumble over your fingers with anything else. When you two first met, he wondered how you were able to waddle your way through life. Where he was methodical you were clumsy where he was routinely you were spontaneous. Sometimes he thinks it’s only fitting that he should be the house husband of the messiest person on the planet. It gives him a home to worry about and mundane experiences to look forward to.

You’ve never seen someone do house chores so eagerly and professionally and you think about his journey from taking lives to making homes. The unspoken ways in which he thought his hands could do no good during moments of uncharacteristic self-doubt always made you remind him of all the times his hands have done more good than harm. Like when he grew flowers in the garden, or when he decorated for your birthday, when he fixed your tattered clothes and put back together your broken heart.

“What would I do without you?” you ask when he pushes the pizza into the oven. You snack on some biscotti in the meantime. He would scold you for spoiling your own dinner but he knows you’re quite famished.

“Burn this kitchen down, no doubt,” he jokes. You laugh heartily and he silently thanks his fate for not taking away his hearing on that fateful trip to Firenze.

#prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #jojo prosciutto #jjba prosciutto #prosciutto jjba #prosciutto (jojo)#prosciutto jojo #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra jjba #la squadra #yeah i watch the way of the house husband yes pros is literally tatsu no i dont take criticism and yes im right :) <3 #not sorry for projecting onto reader 100% <3

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blueeyedgeorgie · 3 years

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Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3

Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5k+

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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.

There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.

"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."

She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."

"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."

She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.

All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.

'But Y/n, I really do love you.'

There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.

The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"

"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."

"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"

"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.

"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."

"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"

"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"

"An hour it is."

Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.

"Do you think she's gonna do it?"

Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."

"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.

"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere. The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'

Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.

"Hey, guys!"

Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"

"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"

"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."

The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.

"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"

Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."

"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."

The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.

"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.

"Uh, no. I think she had work today."

"Oh, what about Y/n?"

Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'

"I... she's not coming."

"Why's that?"

"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."

"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'

"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."

"Why'd you even do that?"

"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with. That's why I met Elise."

"Clay... you're an idiot."

"I know."

Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Wilbur?"

He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."

"What is it?"

"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"

"Yeah..."

Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"

Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."

Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'

"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.

"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."

"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."

"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.

"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.

"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.

"It's Y/n."

"What?"

"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.

"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"

Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clay."

"Hey, Y/n."

"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.

"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"

"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."

She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."

"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"

"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."

"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.

Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.

Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box. A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups. Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.

At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.

Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.

No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.

"Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"

"Yes, I need to."

"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.

George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?

"Here we are."

Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.

"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.

She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.

As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.

"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"

"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"

"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"

"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."

"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."

"Why?"

"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."

He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."

"Thank you."

The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"

"I'm fine, Wilbur."

"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"

"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."

Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.

"You ready, Y/n?"

"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.

"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.

"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind." "If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."

With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.

Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.

Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.

Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.

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fakeikemen · 4 years

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The "Cave of Two Lovers" foreshadows the Zutara interactions in "Crossroads of Destiny"

[And maybe after that too; (yeah this part will be purely based on speculation)]

(See also: A meta that everybody has already written but I haven't because I was living under a rock and watched Avatar very recently)

Like seriously, it is so obvious? I see people try to interpret "The Legend Of Oma and Shu" in so many other ways; like yeah, you're free to interpret it however you want but— most people try to make sense of it while thinking that the tale is just a random occurrence? But it's not.

And here's why:

(I'm so sorry, I tried to add the "keep reading" link here because this gets kinda long but it just won't work) (Also click on the pictures if you want better resolution).

The tale of Oma and Shu is about two lovers who belonged to villages that were at war against each other. To continue meeting each other, they learnt earthbending to create caves in the mountain that divides the two villages. But one day Shu didn't come to the caves. He'd died in the war. So Oma unleashed a terrifying display of her power. And then when people were willing to listen to her, she called off the war and strived for peace between both the villages. As a result the city of Omashu was created— as a monument in remembrance of their love.

So in comparison:

1. Two people belonging to the opposite sides of the war

(Other than the 100 year old war that has been going on, Zuko and Katara are involved in a very fundamental conflict: Capture the Avatar Vs. Protect the Avatar.)

2. With the same colour scheme:

3. Share intimate moments in a cave lit by green crystals:

A popular argument for this comparison is that; Oma and Shu had a positive impressions of each other when they first met. Unlike Zuko and Katara where Katara's first impression of Zuko was pretty negative because he invaded her village.

Zuko and Katara's first proper conversation happens in "Crossroads of Destiny" i.e.; the scene I'm talking about here. After this interaction that they have, I think it's safe to say that they did have positive impressions of each other. (Until Zuko made the wrong choice.)

Other than that, about the colour scheme being a coincidence: Here and here are posts by @marsreds about how the colours are definitely not a coincidence.

But seriously guys? Oma and Shu were the FIRST EARTHBENDERS and yet, instead of greens and yellows they were designed with RED and BLUE?!? (I'll take about Oma's green dress below.)

And on that note, why were Zuko and Katara the only ones who were thrown into the catacombs when everybody else was being held at the dungeons? The dungeons wouldn't have been easy to escape, neither for Zuko nor for Katara.

It's because Zuko and Katara were meant to share an intimate moment in a cave that was supposed to jog our visual memory to remind us of the caves built by Oma and Shu.

(Seriously though, I wasn't really paying attention during CoTL and thought that the Omashu legend was just put in to consume screen time, so I missed the red/blue thing. But then I watched CoD and saw the catacombs and I was like: "Isn't this like that cave made by the lovers?" And then I proceeded to have an oh shit moment because, I knew that Zutara was not canon so I never even considered the possibility of the narrative hinting at anything between them but then this happened. I mean, it's pretty darn obvious).

The colour of the crystals being the same in both caves is no coincidence either— if they just wanted two random caves with crystals, then they could've used a different colour because crystals of different colours exist:

Moving on,

The Visual Cues:

According to the colour coding Zuko = Oma (red) and Katara = Shu (blue).

So,

EXHIBIT A:

I feel like this one speaks for itself.

(I personally think that in this parallel Oma is in red because Katara at this point still sees Zuko as the face of the Fire Nation.)

EXHIBIT B:

This sequence of frames show Oma (dressed in green, like Zuko was in the catacombs) and Shu (dressed in his usual blue), standing on neutral territory and reaching out to each other and then being torn apart by the war.

Pretty much like:

The first time they are in each other's presence without the cause of their conflict (i.e. the Avatar), Zuko and Katara reach out to each other empathetically and attain bone deep understanding of each other within a matter of minutes. This whole encounter is in Ba Sing Se, which counts for the neutral territory because it hadn't been completely taken over by Fire Nation at that point.

And honestly? The raw vulnerability and intimacy of this scene and the high emotional energy of their powerful dynamic is just— wow. (I put off my binging spree for a whole day because I didn't have the heart to see Zutara not become canon after all of this.)

And soon after, Zuko and Katara face each other in battle, their tentative friendship torn apart, as they fight from their respective sides of the war.

EXHIBIT C:

Whenever Oma and Shu appear in the same frame during the visualization of the legend, Oma is always on the left half of the frame and Shu is on the right.

Similarly, throughout all their interactions in the Catacombs, whenever the frame exclusively includes Zuko and Katara, Zuko (like Oma) is on the left half of the frame and Katara (like Shu) is on the right.

The parallels (or foils rather):

In CoTL, we see Song who is a healer (cures Iroh of his poisoning). She mentions that she hasn't seen her father since a Fire Nation raid took place in her village. Zuko empathises with her and says that he too hasn't seen his father in a long while. But then he refuses to say anything else about it.

Later Song tries to reach out to Zuko and tries to touch his scar— which Zuko prevents her from. She shows Zuko her own scars to show that she understood him.

And yet, Zuko doesn't open up to her.

After a while of life-changing and eye-opening experiences, in CoD, when Katara has her meltdown and cries while saying that her mother was snatched away from her by the Fire Nation; Zuko sees an opening to offer an olive branch and he takes it, he empathises with her and tells her that how his mother was snatched away by the Fire Nation as well.

Then Zuko opens up to Katara in a show of complete vulnerability. He openly talks about his scar and what he feels about it. In response, Katara offers to heal his scar and then Zuko lets her touch his scar.

It was nothing but a deliberate choice to make Song slightly parallel Katara (a healer, lost a parent because of the war) and then making Zuko not open up to her and not let her touch the scar, only for Katara to be the one he opened up to and allowed to touch the scar.

After being trapped with Aang in the cave in CoTL and sharing an intimate moment with him, as soon as they find their way out, Katara runs straight ahead without looking back.

But after her time with Zuko, trapped in the Catacombs in CoD, while leaving she turns back to look at Zuko.

Judging by the amount of time the animation puts into showing us Aang's disappointment at Katara running off and into making it clear that Katara did look back at Zuko and that Zuko looked right back at her, to me, it feels like the choice to show this was pretty deliberate.

(Turning back to look at a person while leaving is a romantic trope that has been overused to death? Or is it just bollywood?)

Also I wouldn't have paid this much attention to this small detail if not for the fact that just a hint of the Omashu legend theme is played here?

No, I swear I'm not making it up.

The Omashu legend theme is used in CoD:

The Omashu legend theme is largely dominated by the music of a stringed instrument (forgive me, I don't know what it's called) alongwith a steady melody playing in the background.

In CoD, when Katara and Zuko start conversing for real, (i.e.; when Katara says: "I'm sorry I yelled at you.") what sounds like a variation of the background melody in the Omashu legend theme, starts its subtle ascent as the background score, but sans the music of the stringed instrument.

It is when Katara says: "Maybe you could be free of it." [About Zuko's scar], when then first hint of the stringed instrument is heard. It is only a single note of the strings but it's there. And this "single note" sound keeps on repeating at regular intervals with the melody building up until Aang and Iroh burst into the catacombs.

But then, when Katara is leaving with Aang and she turns back to look at Zuko, this time the music that plays for a few seconds at best, is dominated by the stringed instrument again and this time it's unmistakable.

Also I don't think this music is used anywhere else in the course of the whole show? So it can't really be a coincidence? But I don't really know. I'm saying this on the basis of as far as my memory can reach.

And this is as far as canon stands testimony to what I am trying to say here.

But what about the second half of the story yk, the dying thing, you say?

Well this is where the speculations come in.

Speculation Time:

As a thumb rule, a romance foreshadowed by a tragic tale is meant to have a happy ending.

So this time when Katara's (Shu) life is in danger (Azula's lightning bolt), Zuko (Oma) steps in at the nick of time to save her life (by jumping infront of Katara to intercept the lightning).

(Since I have crossed the limit of images in a post, here is a post by @araeph which illustrates this point.)

Yes, I am completely aware that Zuko taking the lightning bolt for Katara is not his declaration of love for her. What I mean to say is that the whole scene was so very painfully obviously romantically framed (the immediate change in music when Zuko realises where the lightning bolt was headed, both of their expressions, Zuko's agonized "Nooooo", the slow-mo throughout the shot).

I am also aware that Zuko would've taken the lightning bolt for anyone. But it is the narrative that demands that Zuko take the lightning bolt for Katara and Katara only. Because this has atleast 10 different payoffs (a direct callback to the Book 2 finale where Azula had shot Aang with the lightning; the grief of which was for Katara to bear but this time Zuko himself stands between the lightning and Katara instead of being the silent spectator, the culmination of both Zuko and Katara's personal character arcs, Zuko's scar would parallel Aang's: Aang got it because he chose Katara over the world and Zuko got it because he was willing to give up the world to save Katara, etc, etc).

Tl;dr: The lightning scene wouldn't hold all that much weight if it wasn't Zuko taking the hit for Katara because the narrative literally demands it.

This is where we start wading into really murky waters.

From mucking around on Tumblr due to Zutara feels™, I came across this post where some of the ideas for Book 4 were written:

• The Southern Water Tribe experienced the longest series of attacks from the Fire Nation. Zuko and Katara become political partners and work together to help end the animosity and repair relations between their two nations.

• Just like how Zuko learned to appreciate the Earth Kingdom, he would learn to appreciate the Water Tribes. Katara also learns to respect the complexity of Fire Nation culture. There is no such thing as an “evil” nation.

And that basically means that Zuko and Katara would've been working together to de-escalate the hostility between their respective nations and improve the relations between the two nations, while learning about each other's cultures simultaneously as the world would be in the process of being rebuilt after the war and they would be major role-players in shaping the new world.

Which is quite similar to how Oma strived for peace between the two villages and then as a result of the improved relations between the villages, the city of Omashu was built as a monument to the love story of Oma and Shu; which might just be symbolic of building a new world where both the villages could live in peace due to the initiative taken by Oma on behalf of herself and Shu.

The story would've come a full circle; that's all I'm saying.

If you've stuck around for this long, thank you for taking the time to read this long ass post with points that you may already have read ♥️

#i just have a lot of feelings about zutara #i mean this was being built up so perfectly but then bryke ruined it by not making canon #oh and they said that zutara was never even supposed to be a thing #i mean everything was just there in the context #atla #zutara meta #atla meta #meta analysis #oma and shu #oma and shu parallels #cave of two lovers #crossroads of destiny #into the inferno #avatar #anti bryke #zutara #ira's posts

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imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 2 years

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Beach Day

Jake Kiszka x Male OC/Josh Kiszka x Male OC

Rating: none

Warnings: mentioning of surgery scars

Summery: Jake and Joshgo to the beach and be cute with their boyfriends

Notes: this fic made me miss summer sm. And as always i apolagize for any typos, i didnt proof read this lol

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Its a hot summer say in the middle of July. Jake and Josh are driving to the beach to hang out with Zeke and Leo. Zeke and Jake had been seeimg each other since roughly when Zeke started working for them. Leo and Josh where more knew to this then they where meaning Josh was responsibly nervous. While Josh drived singing his heart out to some Adele song playing on the radio, Jake worked on getting his hair up in a bun to keep it from blowing in his face. Its a beautiful day and Jake admires the scenery as they park by the beach. They've only been to this beach a couple times since moving to Tennessee, being that Jake isnt much of a swimmer.

They get out and go to the trunk to get their things. "Do i look fine? Does my beard look good. I shaved earlier and i dont think i should have. I am currently regretting that decision" Josh rambles. Jake glances at Josh "your beard looks beard-y and your stache looks stache-y" Jake responds. Josh sighs in relief. "I like your swimsuit. Is it new?" Josh asks while putting sunscreen on. "Uh yeah, and thanks" Jkae replies shyly. It was a dark red two piece woth some flowy fabric on the top half. It was certainly something Jake wasnt used to wearing but he thought hed step out of his comfort zone for once. Jake throws on his sunglasses and they head down to the beach area.

Once they get down there they see Zeke and Leo setting up a couple umbrellas and arguing over something. "No the umbrellas are too close that one's not going to go in! Theyll bump into eax3h other!" The twins hear Zeke yell. The two hardly know each other yet are bickering like theyve known each other for forever. Zeke groans as Leo continues to not listen to him and looks up to see the twins approaching them. He smiles and. waves them over. The two walk a bit faster and meet up with them. "You guys okay? What about umbrellas?" Jake asks and takes off his sunglasses to get a better look at the situation.

He gets no response from Zeke and when he looks at him to get an answer he sees Zeke starimg at him like he was looking at the prettiest sunset he'd ever seen. Jake blushes a little. "Ground control to major tom?" He says and Zeke seems to snap back into himself and blushes. "Uh-uhyeah i was telling Leo the umbrellas are too close together" Jake and Josh look at them to see Zeke is correct but Leo seems more then determined to make this work. Josh sets his stuff down and climbs under the umbrellas. "Leo, hes right you know~" he says teasingly. Leo grumbles and gives up. As he does, the second umbrella he was trying to put into place pops out of the ground and falls over.

After a bit of maneuvering the umbrellas and setting up it was finally time to actually have fun like they came there to do. Josh and Leo immediately run into the water. Leo is perfectly fine but Josh shreeks when he feels how cold the water is. "You okay?" Leo asks, already waist deep. "Yeah... yeah-yup fine perfectly fine just... gimme a sec" Josh says in his attempt to still look cool "no can do, honey bee, c'mon" Leo says as he walks up to Josh and picks him up to carry him in the water. Josh was a bit to taken aback by the nick name to fight back and just stared at Leo in shock, but good shock.

Zeke starts taking off his tank top so he can head in as well and feels Jake's eyes on him. He looks back at him and smiles. Jake hardly even notices hes been busted. Hes too busy admiring him. "Hey~" Zeke says softly and boops Jake's nose to get his attention. Jake snaps out of it and breaks eye contact. He blushes furiously and looks down at the towel hes sitting on. "So you wanna come in the water with me?" Zeke asks. Jake shrugs still not making eyecontact. "Not like the water?" Zeke asks, trying to make sure hes being gentle and not pushy about it. Jake doesn't really respond just kinda shrinks back into himself. He feels to embarrased to answer that question.

Zeke messes with some of the loose hairs that fell out of Jake's bun beside his face. "How about you give it a try and stay close to me, okay? I wont let a single thing happen to you" Zeke offers comfortingly. Jake looks up from the ground amd nods slightly. Zeke takes his hand and they walk to the water together. Zeke gives Jake a couple seconds and lets him take the lead with walking intothe water. Jake giggles at how cold it is. He notices Josh and Leo playing and splashing water at each other. He wants to go over and be woth them but the water gives him so much anxiety. He doesnt really know what scares him about it, it just does.

Zeke takes one of Jake's hands and uses his other hand to gently hold Jake's waist. The two slowly walk in together and he sees Jake start to loosen up a little. Josh pops out of the water by Leo and sees Jake and Zeke in the water closer to the beach. "Lets challenge them to a duel" Leo says. "Challenge them to a what-" Josh attempts to get out but is cut off by Leo lifting him up amd it putting him on his shoulders. "Hey fools! We challenge thee... apparently!" Josh shouts. Zeke looks at them and laughs. "You wanna?" He asks, pointing at the other couple. Jake nods a little feeling a bit more confident in the water now.

Zeke picks him up easily and sets Jake on his shoulders. Jake laughs because being up that high is weird for him. They walk over to Josh and Leo. "Im gonna destroy you" josh says semi jokingly. "Okay, i dont know what im doing so you're probably right" they grab hands and it doesnt take very long at all for Josh to knock Jake off Zeke's shoulders. When Jake falls he goes under the water which causes Zeke to freak out a little bit. He helps Jake up. "Are you okay??? Im sorry i probably shouldn't have encouraged that" Zeke's worry is cut short by Jake's laughter.

Josh falls backwards off Leo's shoulders. He pokes his head out of the water "help me im dying" he says. Leo giggles and holds him up. "You're like a wet cat" he says and Josh makes an offended face. "I would have rather died" Josh says dramatically. "My goodness, you're such a drama queen". josh shrugs "look at the sea glass i found while i was down there" he holds up a piece of light blue sea glass. "Hmmm, almost as pretty as you are" Leo says. Josh blushes and covers his face grumbling.

Zeke draws his attention back to Jake who has been messing with his fingers. "You have nice hands" Jake says sweetly. The compliments always get to him. Jake looks at Zeke's chest and notices his scars. He traces them lightly with his fingers. "Your scars are pretty" he says. Zeke feels like he could melt right then and there. Jake rests his head on Zeke's chest and looks up at the sky. The sun is going down and creating a beautiful soft purple color in the sky. All 4 of them stop their messing around to admire it. Leo kisses Josh's cheek and Zeke kisses the top of Jake's head. The peace they felt in that moment was nothing short of perfect.

Taglist: @theweightofstardust @goodpointsandbadpoints @asthedaysgobythesun @tripthelight-fanfic

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Our Stars Collided- Part 1

THIS IS THE SURPRISE IM WRITING A JATP SERIES AND IM SO EXCITED. This first one kinda sucks at first, but I swear it gets better the more you get into it.

Words: 2.1k

Summary: The reader has been wondering who the phantoms in the band are. But when she comes face to face with a phantom will she get her answers? (This does not follow all the events of the series)

Pairing: Luke x reader

Warnings: none, except bad writing

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You had lunch this period, you were one track minded in that moment, and b-lining for the cafeteria. But as you passed the lockers your half run nearly turned to a stop.

You had made eye contact with none other than the cute boy from Julie's hologram band. Except every single person in the hallway was acting like they couldn't see him. Which in their defense, they probably couldn't, you were probably going insane.

According to Julie they were holograms. But when everyone else had gasped in shock that they had suddenly disappeared, you continued to watch them. And yet no one else noticed. From that moment on you were convinced yourself that it had been a figment of your imagination. Until now, that was.

You figured it might raise suspicion if you continued staring into what everyone else believed to be nothing. So you hid behind a pole and watched.

Julie seemed to be just talking on the phone to everyone else. But you watched as she continued on her conversation with the supposed hologram. Their conversation wasn't anything interesting, it seemed to just be about what song they were playing in a few weeks; and the boy apologized for being somewhat difficult to work with. As you watched, another sophomore, named Nick approached. You peeked around the pole to see where the boy went and saw that he was staring right at you.

You flew back behind your hiding place. You felt your pulse quickening though you weren't sure if it was because you were afraid he'd seen you or for a different reason entirely.

After you'd calmed yourself down you opened your eyes, you saw the boy standing right in front of you, only a couple feet away. You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming.

Wait, you can see me?" the boy asked. He sounded just as freaked out as you felt.

You nodded your head, with your hand still on your mouth.

The boy's eyes went wide for a moment. But then he looked like he was deep in thought. "Why can you see me?" he asked curiously.

Your expression went blank for a moment. How could you answer a question you didn't even know? Also did someone give you drugs, or was this actually happening?

"I have no idea, also are you even real?" You asked. You reached out to poke his shoulder, and you felt nothing. "Nope, I'm definitely imagining this," you said aloud to yourself.

You turned and started to walk away. "Wait!" the boy yelled.

"Yes, imaginary person who I have probably made up in my head?" you asked.

He talked as he walked to catch up with you. "I'm real, I'm very, very real. I'm just also dead."

You crossed your arms and faced him. "So you're a ghost?" you asked.

"Yes."

You crossed your arms. "So prove it, how do I know you're not a figment of my imagination?"

The boy paused for a moment to think. "Umm I know there's a student named Julie that goes here and she has fourth period dance class, and you probably don't know that, so how would a figment of your imagination know that?" After finishing his trail of thought the boy looked over at you with a hopeful smile.

You thought over it for a moment which was mildly difficult with that face looking at you. "Yeah, okay, that adds up I suppose." His smile turned into a slight smugness that he had convinced you.

"See, I told you I was real."

You pushed down the heat attempting to rise to your cheeks.

"But how?" you asked.

"Wellllllllll that's a little bit more of a complicated question," Luke explained, as he itched the back of his head.

Somehow, you were still getting more confused. "How is it complicated?"

"That's kinda a long story. But, I can explain some of it," he offered.

You gestured to him that the floor was his.

"Oh, not right now because I'm pretty sure I've made like at least five people think you're crazy already." He gestured around to people at their lockers who were staring at you.

"But I can tell you later, if you meet me at Julie's house, after school," he promised.

"Okay, yeah, I'm not doing anything, and I've been there before so I know where it is," you agreed.

"Cool! I never caught your name by the way," he mentioned.

"Oh it's y/n, and you are?"

"Luke, and I'll see you then!" He waved at you and in a poof he was gone.

It was definitely not a normal way to start your lunch. But you supposed that from the day that they had performed your life hadn't been normal.

Three hours later you found yourself standing in front of Julie Molina's house. You were silently hoping that this was the right house, because that would be a very interesting conversation if it wasn't. Luckily enough, Julie was the one who opened the door.

"Hi, um I'm here to see Luke?" you hesitantly asked.

"Oh yeah, he told me about you, come on I’ll show you where he is.” She closed the door and started leading you through a garden, as you tried not to read too deeply into what she had said. Eventually, you walked down a set of steps to some sort of studio. As she opened the wide white entrance doors you saw all three of the guys you had watched play with Julie a week ago.

You stood in shock for a moment. So you hadn’t been seeing things! You only came back to reality when you heard Julie say your name.

“Meet Reggie, Alex, and you already met Luke. So Reggie and Alex, meet y/n,” she introduced.

“Hello!” Reggie waved.

“Hi,” said Alex.

“Hi,” you responded.

“So now is your time to ask questions without someone thinking you are going insane,” Luke offered, as he sat down on a couch.

“Okay, so you guys are ghosts, right?”

The three all nodded their heads.

“But for some reason Julie and I can see you?” you observed.

“Yes, but we don’t actually know the reason for that. Or to a lot of things for that matter. But we think it might mean that you two are related to our pasts in some sort of way,” the one you remembered to be Alex, suggested.

“Okay, interesting. Do you know why people can see you when you play?” you inquired.

“No, I mean we think it’s because we are connected to Julie and that we are still connected with music, but other than that we have no idea,” Luke said.

You continued asking them questions for quite some time, until you couldn’t think of anything anymore. Granted, there was still a lot you didn’t know, but that was fine with you. Afterall, asking someone how they died felt a little too personal; even if they did make you think you were losing your mind for a week straight.

Eventually your conversation diverged into other matters like school, and music, and of course food.

“You play the guitar?” Luke asked in surprise.

You turned to him from a conversation you were having with Alex. “I mean, I’m not as good as you, but yes,” you admitted.

“Wait, you play guitar TOO?” Reggie asked in awe.

You had to laugh at the sudden fascination with you. “Yes, I do.”

Reggie seemed to be ecstatic. “You have to play something; here, use Luke’s guitar,” he offered.

Alex lightly slapped his arm and you watched the corner of your eye as Luke muttered something along the lines of what the hell Reggie.

“It’s okay, I don’t wanna steal someone else’s equipment, and I usually only play in my room by myself. Besides, you probably don’t wanna hear me anyways,” you pointed out.

“You don’t have to play, but that’s b.s. I’ve heard you’d play and you’re obviously talented,” Julie chimed in. You were slightly embarrassed but you accepted the compliment. Soon enough your conversation died down and it was decided that you should probably head back home as it was getting late. You waved goodbye to the boys and told Julie you would see her tomorrow.

As you ate supper, you realized that even though you had one of the most eventful days in history you could tell no one about it, including your family. Otherwise they would think you were just as insane as you thought you were. But you supposed there were worse problems to have then knowing a band that you couldn’t talk about.

As you got ready for bed you decided to bring out your acoustic guitar.

You started strumming before realizing there was a particular song you hadn’t played in a long while. It took you a couple attempts to remember the fingering for it, but once you did the music started to flow out of you.

“When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love.”

You then jumped to the melody at a higher octave. You decided to go all out and sing it to your heart's content.

“I know you haven’t made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong. I’ve known it from the moment that we met. No doubt in my mind where you belong.”

You strummed a couple more chords before placing your guitar down. You turned around and came inches away from Luke’s face.

“Shit!” you yelled on instinct. You paused for a moment to make sure no one had heard you, but you didn’t hear anything.

“What are you two doing here?” you hissed.

Reggie was the first to open his mouth. “Well uh you see here, we actually have a very good reason for being here. Yep, and Luke’s going to tell you that reason.” He clapped his bandmate on the shoulder, and Luke glared at him.

“Y/n I’m really sorry, but he really wanted to hear you play. And I was super curious too, and we just couldn’t resist,” Luke apologized.

You took a look at them still wanting to be mad, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. They looked not unlike sad puppies.

You fake sighed, but you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. “I guess I can let you guys off the hook this time.”

“I swear it won’t happen again,” Reggie promised.

“Next time just knock instead of scaring the shit out of me, okay?” you asked.

“You got it, though I can’t say we won’t scare you. I mean we are ghosts,” Luke teased, with a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t figure out.

You amusedly rolled your eyes at him, “Whatever, Luke.”

The next day you couldn’t really focus on your clases. All you could think about were theories on why you could see Alex, Reggie, and Luke and why everyone else couldn’t. By the time lunch rolled around you were very thankful Julie was in the same lunch period as you.

“Hey!” she greeted you.

“What’s up?” you asked, shutting your locker.

“Just something I want to show you, follow me,” she gestured. You didn’t know where she was taking you but you just shrugged and went with it. She led you over to the next set of lockers and down a set of steps to a pretty much vacant part of the school. And once you turned the corner you heard a very loud ‘surprise!’

“Aeeehp!” you yelled in shock.

“Oh my god, you guys have got to stop doing that,” you said to the three.

“Yeah, they never do,” Julie sighed.

“But anyways, we brought you down here to tell you, drumroll please?” Julie requested.

They all started stomping their feet.

“We want you to join Julie and the Phantoms!” Alex announced.

“Wait, what?” you excitedly asked.

“Well after the little stunt that Luke and Reggie pulled, which I do not approve of by the way,” she sent a glare back at the two of them, “we had a band meeting and decided that we want you in the band, that is of course if you want to be in the band?”

You were positively beaming. “Yes of course I do! But what do you want me to do? You already have two singers and an electric guitarist.”

“Well we always have room for more singing, and I’m just lead guitar. We used to have three guitars in sunset curve, so why not in Julie and the Phantoms?” Luke questioned.

“I’m game if you guys are.”

“So you’re in?” Reggie asked.

You smiled brightly, “I’m so in.”

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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 4*

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Part 5

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“Are you sure?” Kelsey asked you.

“I'm telling you it was longer than just a friendly hug,” You insisted.

When you had gotten home after the awkward encounter with Rafael you obviously sat her down and began gossiping about it.

“Well I mean, he told you straight up that he wasn't in love with you honey,” She pointed out.

“And I know that he was full of shit,” you remarked.

“So are you gonna do anything about it?

“I don't know I just wish...ugh that he would admit it,” You groaned in frustration.

“Well.. sweetie he's a grown man you can't exactly force him to do what you want.”

“No.. but I can coerce him,” you smirked evenly.

“Oh god.. I don't even want to know what that means,” she laughed.

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Wednesday night rolled around and you arrived at Luigi's early for your “date”. You decided to sit at the bar and have a drink while you waited. You had gone all out for this. You had bought a new dress, you had shaved everywhere, you'd even gotten your hair and makeup done by a professional.

This was it, this was the moment. You nervously played with the napkin your drink came on in your hands, eventually crumbling it in between your fingers from being so nervous.

“Wow I'd love to be the guy on the other end of that napkin you're so nervous about seeing,” A voice came beside you. A very nice looking young man, blonde haired and blue eyed with a killer smile. And that smile was aimed at you.

“Oh yeah just waiting on someone,” You nervously giggled running your hands through your hair

“Well… Do you mind if I wait with you? My date is either running super late or I got stood up,” he laughed, gesturing to the bartender for another drink.

“I'm Nathan, by the way,” He held out his hand for you to take. “Y/N,” You shook his hand back.

“To waiting,” he held up his glass.

“To waiting,” You smiled awkwardly, clinking your glasses together.

Outside the bar, Rafael walked up and saw you in the window, talking to Nathan. He saw how beautiful you looked, and he knew that he would not be able to conceal his true feelings for you if he went in there.

But he wasn't entirely sure that that's what he wanted to do; Even though he had come up with this idea himself. He watched you engaging and flirting with Nathan for a bit before turning and walking back towards another bar. He pulled out his phone and texted you.

You felt your phone vibrate and you checked your phone. It was a text from Rafa

“Sorry I got a bunch of paperwork. Need to stay late. Rain check?

Your heart sank, your face fell.

“Everything okay?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah well it looks like I got stood up too,” You sadly shrugged.

“Well, as long as we're both alone, would you like to get something to eat? “ He asked you with a golden smile.

“Sounds good,” you smiled.

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“So he just stood you up?”

“Well I don't know. He said that he had a lot of work and that he wanted a rain check,”

“So he stood you up,” Kelsey finished for you.

“Yes he stood me up. I guess it wasn't meant to be,” You shrugged sadly

“So tell me about this new boy,” Kelsey changed the subject.

“I don't know. He's cute, smart, funny, a lawyer and half Rafael’s age,” You went on.

“So basically, perfect for you,” she left.

“Haha.” You rolled his eyes.

“Did you get his number?” Kelsey asked coyly.

“Maybe…” you smiled.

“Oh my God look at you, work it girl!” She giggled.

“Who knows if it'll go anywhere.. I lost my heart a long time ago,” You shrugged.

“Yeah well maybe it's time for you to take it back,'' Kelsey replied seriously.

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THE NEXT DAY

So what do we think our best tactic is? Olivia asked a spaced out Rafael. “Rafael? BARBA?”

“What?” Rafael was knocked back to Earth out of his thoughts. “Sorry Liv, what was the question?”

“Boy you have been somewhere else all day,'' Fin remarked. What is up with you?”

“Yeah I did dinner with Y/N not go well?” Nick asked.

“What?” Finn was suddenly interested.

“No it didn't go at all, because I didn't go,”

“Why not? Sonny asked.

“I think we all know why not..”. Rafael murmured.

“Are you serious?” Finn asked angrily. “Why would you do that?”

Rafael looked at him surprised. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked.

“Rafa…” Olivia started.

“What? WHAT?? He looked around the table for an answer.

"Look it's one thing for you to date Y/N, it's a whole other problem when you fuck with her emotions,” Fin answered.

“What are you talking about, Fin?” Rafael asked, completely oblivious.

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” He asked back angrily.

“I think we all saw the little song and dance you guys did the other day when she came to bring us lunch,” He looked around the table and the squad who all nodded.

“That girl is seriously in love with you and I think you feel the same,” Finn continued. "And I might not like it, but I also don't want to see her unhappy. So if you got her hopes up, and then you ditched her, you better go fix it right now.”

“...And you would be okay with that?” Rafael asked. “All of you?” He looked around the table.

“I'm not thrilled with the idea either,” Olivia sighed. But I also want Y/N to be happy, no matter what that means.” She put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder.

“And also, I want you to be happy.”

Rafael took several seconds looking back and forth, his mind reeling trying to figure out what he should do. Finally he stood up.

“I’m gonna do this,” He smiled, running out of the station before anyone could answer.

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Rafael didn't know exactly what he was going to say to you, but he knew he'd know in the moment as soon as he saw you.

He grabbed an Uber and told him to book it to the Supper Club. When he got there, he immediately went to go find you. He spotted you through the crowd looking gorgeous as ever. He made his way over to you but right before he got to you, he saw Nathan walk up to you and kiss you deeply.

His heart sank, his blood ran cold, his face turned pale. How could this have happened?

“They make a cute couple, don't they?” a voice behind him asked. He turned to see Kelsey standing there with an evil smile.

“I don't understand…” Rafael trailed off, still staring at you and the man.

“What's to understand Rafael?” Kelsey asked, approaching him.

“You toyed with her emotions, you stood her up, you rejected her. Did you really think that she would sit around and pine for you forever?”

“But she and I…” Rafael stammered.

“If you think for one second that I'm going to let you walk over there and confuse her even more, you're stupider than I thought.” Kelsey snarled.

“I don't want to confuse her anymore Kelsey!” He exclaimed. I want her... I love her,” Rafael said emotionally.

“If you really love her, then you'll let her be happy,” Kelsey replied.

Don't you think she needs to have all of the information to make that decision herself? Rafael sneered.

“I think that you're just upset that somebody else is playing with your toys and you don't like it,” Kelsey sneered back.

“That's not true!” Rafael defended.

“I think that you took too long to figure out what you want and now that she's finally moving on, you need to let her,'' Kelsey lowered her voice.

“I…” Rafael looked at you with Nathan sadly, tears lining his eyes.

“If you really love her then you need to let her go,'' Kelsey said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Rafael looked at you then he looked at Kelsey then back at you and then down at the floor.

“You're right…” Rafael whispered tears falling down his cheeks.” It's not fair to her.. I'll leave her be,”

“Thank you,'' Kelsey said. And with that Rafael turned and left.

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