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Jasico Week 2024 - Day 6
Words: 2,396 Rating: General Audiences Type: Oneshot
Description: Nico “needs” a date for his work party. His best friend, Jason, agrees to tag along. Little do they know, they’ll be forced to face the feelings they’ve been avoiding for one another since high school.
Sidenote: This fic was written for @jasico-challenges Jasico week 2024 event!
Full fic under the cut! Small warning, the formatting is a bit weird here and I do prefer AO3 lol
Nico was successful. More so than he really liked being.
He liked his job plenty. Being a lead programmer for a major video game company not only paid well but was also his dream. He got to sit at a desk in front of a computer alone all day. Heaven.
Hell, in his best friend Jason Grace’s opinion. He always did nag Nico about things, from needing a more ergonomic desk chair to needing to invest in blue light glasses. Jason was somehow his biggest supporter and his number-one hater.
They went out for coffee every Friday that their schedules would allow. It definitely wasn’t a date—although, they took turns paying and more often than not made some more than friendly comments. Nico was choosing to ignore that for now, though.
He had a ginormous crush on Jason and had since they met in high school. Right now, though, his job left no room for commitment and his own personal struggles certainly couldn’t handle that kind of stress. So, his feelings were put on the back burner.
Nico sat in the coffeehouse, currently thinking about that very problem like he always did before seeing Jason. He looked up as the bell on the door rang, and he locked eyes with the man himself. Somehow, he managed to pack his feelings away like neatly folded origami deep into the corners of his mind. That didn’t make it go away, though.
Jason clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey,” he said, sitting down in the seat beside Nico rather than the one across from him. He always did that. Nico never knew why.
Nico sipped his coffee. He didn’t actually like coffee in the slightest, but Jason did. “Hello,” he said back, eyes flicking to look at him.
Jason wore a pretty regular outfit for him, blue jeans and a light purple hoodie. He had a hat with some sports logo on it Nico couldn’t bother to recognize. Somehow, he made basic clothing look like an angel’s robes. At least in Nico’s opinion.
“How was work so far?” Nico asked, knowing Jason was on his lunch break currently.
Jason groaned, sitting back. “No one told me I had to be good at math to be an architect,” he smiled.
Nico snickered. “I remember telling you that.”
“You’re crazy. That didn’t happen.”
Jason ordered his drink before coming back. Nico tried not to watch.
“How has work been for you lately?” Jason asked, settling back down.
Nico practically winced. “Fine.”
“You sure?”
Jason could read him like a book, and Nico was not fond of it.
Nico put his hands up dramatically. “Fine. Ya got me.” He sighed, starting a rant that had been bubbling inside him for quite a while. “There’s this work party coming up, and I have to go because, y’know.”
Jason nodded. He did know because he always knew when it came to Nico.
“And I’d usually just have Hazel come as my plus one, but this is a Valentine’s Day-themed thing, and it was kinda implied that it was a couple plus ones only. And since I don’t want people to think I’m ’Sweet Home Alabama’-ing my sister, I just have to go alone. Which is gonna suck.”
Jason sipped his drink and nodded as Nico talked. He knew about Nico’s aversion to attending events alone, mostly because he had always been that way. Jason couldn’t think of a single time that Nico had willingly gone anywhere that included other people without begging someone to come along. Nico referred to it as the buddy system. Jason and Nico’s therapist referred to it as social anxiety.
“I could go with you,” Jason proposed.
Nico raised an eyebrow. “Jason. We’re not…together,” he said, half a statement and half a question.
They had a pretty questionable past. A kiss in high school that they both brushed off as nothing and some here and there tipsy flirting were huge roadblocks in their ‘totally normal friendship’. They never bothered to address their own concerns, seeing as they didn’t think the other person minded. They both most definitely minded.
“I’m aware,” Jason smiled. “Your coworkers don’t have to know that, though.”
Nico couldn’t help but smile back. “How rebellious.”
They went on about their conversation like nothing had happened, even though both their cheeks were a little redder than how that had started.
A day later, Jason called to confirm their heist. Nico sent him the times, day, and dress code.
Their stunt was working wonderfully.
Nico picked him up thirty minutes before they had to be at the venue, very pointedly ignored how good his neat blue button-up looked on him, and parked his car right outside the front doors.
“This will be hell. I won’t think any less of you if you jump ship now,” Nico said, putting his car in park.
“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” Jason laughed.
Nico shrugged, getting out of the car and leading him inside. Almost immediately, it was hell.
The music was too loud for Nico’s taste, even though it truly wasn’t all that loud. The food was questionable at best. Worst of all, everyone seemed very interested in who Jason was.
Nico stood beside him in a corner, currently getting mobbed by two of his nosiest coworkers. By mobbed, they were just standing near them and whispering. However, Nico felt berated.
Jason, out of habit, draped his arm over Nico’s shoulder. While it was definitely selling their clever lie, it was also only worsening Nico’s embarrassment.
Nico leaned up to talk to him in an attempt to end his screaming thoughts. “Is this everything you dreamed of?”
Jason snickered. “You weren’t lying. I see why you always bring a plus one.”
Nico’s attention was evaded as the cork of a bottle of wine was popped. The two turned their heads, ears assaulted by the cheering of a few coworkers. They watched as wine was poured into a few glasses, then another bottle was popped and more was poured.
They looked at each other, grinned, then proceeded to make their way over.
The second they reached the table, Nico’s boss clapped him on the shoulder. Jason’s face flashed with something Nico couldn’t quite pin.
“Di Angelo,” he grinned. “Good to see you. Spouse?” he asked, pointing to Jason.
Nico wasn’t sure why, but he nodded. “Boyfriend,” he said with enough ease to convince anyone it was true, including himself.
He knew deep down he didn’t have to say that. This wasn’t truly a couple’s exclusive event, and no one would’ve cared if he just brought a friend. However, maybe he wanted to pretend, if only for a few hours, that Jason was more than that. Maybe Jason was ok with that too.
Jason outstretched a hand to greet his boss, smiling a corporate smile. “Nice to meet you.”
The man smiled back, clapping his shoulder. “You too, sir.”
He said something Nico wasn’t fully listening to and wandered off to talk with more people.
Nico practically chugged a glass of wine, using Jason for cover from watching eyes. Jason laughed, sipping his own like a normal person.
“This does not taste good,” Nico said, putting the glass down.
Jason nodded in agreement, putting his glass down still half-full. “Not as good as your fancy pants Italian ones.”
Nico rolled his eyes playfully, looking out at the sea of coworkers. Jason’s arm stayed around his shoulders as they talked, occasionally interrupted by people interacting with them. Almost like that’s what you’re meant to do at a party.
One gross glass of wine later, and Nico was pretty sure he was dead and in hell. The conversations droned on, the people somehow got annoyingly louder, and worst of all, this was seriously cutting into the time Nico had set aside to nap on his couch and watch horrible reality TV. They had to get out of here.
Then, one of their social media managers walked over, grinning like she always was.
“Nico,” she smiled, “great to see you!”
Nico nodded back, less enthusiastic. “You too, Olivia.”
She addressed Jason, who had partially forgotten his arm was still around Nico. “And you are?”
He held his hand out. “Jason. Nico’s boyfriend,” he smiled back.
She clapped her hands together before shaking his. “Oh, that’s lovely!”
Nico wasn’t sure where she got the energy to be so bubbly, and he was jealous.
“Nico, I didn’t know you had a partner,” she said, turning back to him so fast the ruffles on her dress swished around. This was a nice way of saying “Nico, I thought all you did was work.” At least, that’s what Nico was pretty sure she meant.
He nodded. “Recent development,” he smiled, leaning into Jason unintentionally. Jason put two hands on his shoulders to steady him, and hopefully hide how much wine he’d had tonight.
Olivia nodded, grinning still. “Can I ask how you two met?” she asked, as always looking for a scoop.
Nico faltered, but Jason spoke quickly. “Childhood friends,” he said, “I’ve had a crush on him since college, but he’s truly oblivious.”
Nico could feel his face getting red. He decided that the last part was unnecessary, and Jason just tossed it in to mess with him. Totally not a confession. Definitely not. He was just overthinking it.
Olivia smiled so wide Nico thought her face would rip in half. “Well isn’t that sweet!” she looked over her shoulder at some commotion behind her. “I’ll get outta your hair now. Enjoy the party, you two,” she called, already walking away.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Nico leaned up to Jason to whisper to him, “Let’s get out of here before my brain melts out of my ears.”
Jason laughed, significantly less tipsy and significantly less bothered by social interaction. “How could you say that, they just opened up the mic for your beloved coworkers to try their comedy skills out.”
Nico groaned, accidentally grabbing the attention of an intern he didn’t know the name of. “I need you to throw me out that window and into the highway, Jason.”
Jason laughed again, a little more sincere. “I can’t do that, then I’d have to actually buy a suit for your funeral.”
The seconds Micheal from art picked up the microphone, Nico decided that was enough for him and started shuffling towards the door.
He waved bye to anyone who he knew would be texting him pictures from the party the next day and practically shoved Jason out the door.
As soon as they were outside, they both sighed into the cool night air.
“Give me your keys,” Jason said, holding out his hand.
Nico raised an eyebrow, already starting to walk to the driver's side. “Why?”
“Because you’re tripping over your feet and I’d rather not get arrested tonight.”
He rolled his eyes but tossed him the keys and resigned himself to the passenger's side.
Jason let the drive go by in silence, knowing that was how Nico liked it. Nico, meanwhile, was having a crisis.
He just couldn’t wrap his mind around how they had done that so easily. It hardly even felt awkward. They didn’t even tweak how they acted with each other, they just said they were dating and everyone believed them just like that.
Maybe it was the wine in his system, but Nico felt something nagging at him he just couldn’t ignore.
“Hey,” he said, looking over at Jason.
His face was illuminated by street lights and whatever shone in from the city into the highway. “Hey,” he said back, smiling. His voice was soft, which wasn’t helping Nico’s dilemma.
Nico shifted in his seat to see him better. “What was up with the college thing?” He asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the screaming inside him.
Jason stared straight ahead at the road. “Just telling the truth, Nico.”
Nico tensed slightly. He couldn’t tell if Jason was joking or not.
“What?” He asked, not thinking straight enough to see the glimmer of resignation in Jason’s eyes.
“I wasn’t lying,” Jason repeated.
“Oh.”
Jason looked at him, a quick panicked look with the closest thing to fear Nico had ever seen on him.
Jason opened his mouth to speak, no doubt to backtrack. Nico put his hand over his mouth, face reddening by the second.
“No, shut up,” Nico said, but there was no bite to his tone. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school.”
Jason looked back to the road briefly. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They sat in silence while Jason pulled into Nico’s driveway, faces red as they tried to think of what to say next.
Jason looked over at Nico quickly, trying to decipher his emotions. “For the record,” Jason started, “I’m not trying to guilt you into a relationship right now.”
“I know,” Nico nodded.
He leaned back. “Cool.”
“Cool.”
Nico paused. Their situation was almost comical but in an awful kind of way.
“And, also for the record,” Nico said softly, “the only reason I never confessed was because I didn’t think it was the right time…for either of us.”
Jason nodded. They both avoided each other's gaze.
“So, what now?” Jason asked.
Nico thought for a second. “I don’t think I’m ready, I don’t have the time to date. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Jason hummed, though he looked disappointed. “Right. Me neither.”
Silence. The silence was painful, only the sound of the car running and Nico’s dog barking in his backyard bounced between them.
Either the alcohol was getting to him, or Nico was losing his mind. “Hey, Jason?” Jason looked up, a glimmer of hope behind his usually confident eyes. “Can we just pretend? For tonight?”
Jason smiled. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
They stumbled inside, and for the rest of the night, they were lovers. It didn’t matter that they had work the next morning, and it didn’t matter that they had responsibilities to get home to. What mattered was they fell asleep beside each other, content for once.
The next morning, when Nico woke up tangled in bedsheets, Jason was gone. They met up for their regular coffee day later that week and acted like nothing had happened.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time just yet, but if they waited, maybe it would be.
Right person wrong time? Maybe that's we are.
BROKEN RECORD
Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || stranger things || seasons two - four
SUMMARY: Lyra Hargrove had to grow up quickly, constantly adjusting to unwanted changes. The hardest was moving to Hawkins, Indiana after her father remarried to keep up a facade of a happy family. Weeks into their new life, Lyra notices Max acting secretive and avoiding everyone. She soon discovers that Hawkins is linked to the Upside Down, a dangerous, demonic version of their town. Joining the monster hunting club brings more secrets, lies, and potential heartbreak.
WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, cursing, angst, stranger things violence, some talks of blood and gore
A/N: I do not own any of the stranger things characters only Lyra and her storyline as well as any other OC's that I create. Please do not copy or translate my work; paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰
➩ SEASON TWO
➩ SEASON THREE
➩ SEASON FOUR
A haze of forgotten passion and fury will hang, and reawaken when I find you again in my future.
I can't wait to meet you, my love.
Even if you are me, but wiser.
-HB
I'm too scared to know you again.
I'm scared that if you meet me, you will destroy him.
You'll turn him to stone;
the version of you that lives in my mind still...
I avoid meeting your eye because I know
I just know
that you'll wrap your hands around my throat
just so he can't breathe anymore.
But I've kept him.
He's mine.
He's alive
and so am I.
I water his grave and sing him songs that you despise. I laugh at his jokes because you don't make them anymore.
You look at me like I'm dirt.
You once thought I was gold.
You and him are not the same.
What
happened
to
you?
- HB
IM FUCKING HWHDJE 😭😭😭 @trans-p03g
Artist!!^^^
From death comes new life,
wait till the tumblr girlies find out that in binary star systems sometimes one star will basically eat the other and kill them both - resulting in the most powerful thing a star could ever do in its life.
Do you know how much more pain I must endure Before I can ever see your face again ... It doesn't matter where I am because I can't help but look for you everywhere
One More Time, One More Chance - BENI
Been getting more into Silkali lately
Maybe I'm alone on this one (though Idgaf lol), but the way I see them is that they're highschool sweethearts. They're this couple that dated in highschool but then went their separate ways, not bc they fought nor bc they weren't "right" for each other, but bc they had different goals and paths in life
Like I'm genuinely team Kalim-abandons-his-title and I would love for fanfic writers to explore this idea more, but it's not just the fact that we don't know how Kalim actually feels about it. He seems complacent imo, like the possibility of just leaving hasn't crossed his mind, not to mention abandoning his status as heir of the Asim would most likely mean never seeing his family again. Which would be hard on Kalim since his family is everything he has, he loves his siblings a lot considering that he makes an effort to remember all their names even if he lost count of how many they are. It would be a very risky decision, one he could make since he's impulsive to a default, but is a decision with big consequences he won't be able to go back on
On the other hand, I think Silver would talk him out of it. Silver would probably feel guilty at the prospect of Kalim having to leave his family just so Silver can be with his own family. The guilt will drown him and make him miserable even if Kalim constantly reassures him that "it's okay" and "I'm happy here with you", Silver can see the longing in Kalim's eyes. In Briar Valley, Kalim would be away from his family. He can't contact his siblings, he can't wish them happy birthday, and he can't go to the funeral (either of one of his parents or a sibling that got attempted against) he had to learn about through the news... Kalim would probably repress all this negative feelings to focus on the positive ones, but Silver won't be able to take it and would blame himself for it all
And it's not like Silver would go with Kalim to Scalding Sands. I don't think he'll ever leave Lilia and Malleus' side willingly and Kalim wouldn't force him
So yeah, they remain like those friends that used to date on highschool that separated amicably. They invite each other to each other's important events, they catch up weekly, they're one of the first people to be called when something good happens to the other. They wish each other love, health and a good life...
★🌀✮💤☆
Stan m. x y/n
dedicated to my super best friend, took me long enough @lilmeowneow☆ (ma fault slime)
summary: you and Stan were each others first, you guys were meant for each other everyone knew that but it just wouldn't go that way, no matter how much pain you both suffered. you both knew it was time.
content: ANGST, cheating, implied sex, arguing, flashbacks
AGED UP
word count: 1.2k
lazily proof-read, i tried not to suck on this one.
inspired by: I Want You by Mitski
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“Right person, wrong time”
Y/N
“Where did it all go wrong?”
We were so perfect. Everything about him was perfect. Spending time with him was like a never ending dream, where did it go wrong. I paced around our shared apartment, reminiscing on all the moments we shared.
Laying next to each other as our warm, sticky skin conjoined together, our heavy breathing started to go back to normal, but our heartbeats … our heartbeats were moving rapidly. Having him in my arms like this, like no one else has had him, just me, only me. He looked me into my eyes and saw me, from that day I knew that this was the person i wanted to spend my life with.
I started crying at the memory of us spending the night together for the very first time in our apartment. I clutch my heart trying my hardest to keep the uncontrollable sob that wanted to be set free in. Where did it go wrong? Everyone told us that we complement each other so well, we were made for each other, everyone just knew that we would end up together in this lifetime.
Looking up at the ceiling, trying to stop more tears from spilling, my throat started to sting and feel dry. The fights started over little things at first. ‘You forgot to throw away the trash’ ‘it said to take the left lane!’ ‘you messed up the recipe”
To ‘ why are you being this way!’ “You are so clingy!’ ‘just leave me alone!’
The last fight was messy. I cringed as I replayed the fight in my head. I hate fighting with him, but afterwards we always end up in each other's arms. But not these last few times.
—
You tried so hard to remember the good times, the good times you spent with each other. But it just seems the bad ones kept consuming everything else.
“y/n you have no idea how much you mean to me, you’re everything i need, everything i want. Only you. I wouldn't want to spend my life without you. I hope that in every lifetime we come back together. I’ll search for you in every lifetime, I promise…”
—
Everything just spilled out, all the tears that I had built up were finally free, I felt my knees hit the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably. Trying to cover them up with my hand over my mouth.
“Why?” this wasn't the first time you had a night like this. You felt it that whenever you and Stan would fight he’d leave for long periods of time, sometimes the whole night. You felt it in your gut that he went with her. She was a friend, but you knew better. You confronted him about it multiple times, but he would always tell you the same thing over again. “Gosh y/n! No, I didn't go to her house, I just needed some air. "It was a lie. You knew it was.
Stan knew he was lying and he knew that you could tell when he would lie. Staring at your beautiful eyes, he felt so much guilt. He loves you so much and it hurts him that you guys are going through a rough patch. He can't explain why this is happening but it is. You were his person and he couldn't fathom losing you, but he knew he slowly was. He tried to keep the act up, he knew that it was wrong to go to her house at the late hours of the night, letting her kiss him, and hold him and caress him. It never went too far but he knew this was already far enough. He just needed this attention. But why couldn't he ask you for it? He doesn't know.
He doesn't want to lose y/n but he knew the relationship was going nowhere. 4 years going on to 5. The fifth year wouldn't even count because of the fallout between you two. Stan still holds hope that this nightmare will come to an end, that you both can just be happy again. One last time, one last time to be together again.
Y/N
“I cant keep doing this anymore” you told stan as he was changing into his favorite sweater you bought him two christmases ago. He turned around slowly, looking at you confused but he knew.
‘What are you talking about?” he answered after a few minutes of silence. “You know what im talking about” “This Stan!” you pointed at both of you “Us stan, Us, i cant keep doing this anymore” you finally let out the tears you desperately kept from him. “ I-I just can't do this anymore, I am so in love with you but you are pushing me away and going out in the late hours, going God knows where!” tears streaming down your face. The stinging sensation from trying not to cry, burning your throat and nose, making it hard to speak. You had to let him know. “I want you Stan… I need you” “ I need you here with me but you don't try anymore. We wasted a year doing whatever this was… but it's time to stop "" it's time we end it… for good” you stared at him with the tears staining your cheeks.
He looked up to you seeing how destroyed you looked, he caused this in the first place. He wanted to try to work it out, make this right again. Relive the sweet moments when it was just you two in bed. Talking about what the future holds for both of you.
“But we are meant for each other, you and me till the end” you let out a pity laugh, “yeah i thought so too” “ but its not looking like that stan… not anymore” he got close to you, reaching out to hold you but you backed up a little.
“Please baby, please let me” he whispered to you as he slowly got closer, grabbing your hands, gliding his way up to your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. You stopped breathing for a second, taking in this moment, taking in his sweet musky scent as it would be the last time you’d be in his arms like this again. You hugged him back, letting it go, letting it all go. Stan didn't realize but he also was crying, sobbing really. You were the one for him...
You looked up at him staring into his beautiful blue eyes, knowing you’ll no longer be able to get lost in the abyss of those eyes you ever so loved. Where did it go wrong? You reach up to hold his face, he holds up a hand to your face as well. Your heads are moving in slow motion, finally connecting to each other kissing each other so gracefully. Taking in the combined salty tears as you kissed; this was like the missing piece to the puzzle, to complete the puzzle. Where did it go wrong? You wanted to hold onto this forever, like he said till the end. It just wasn't going to end like this.
“I love you darling but… im done; we just weren't meant to be in this lifetime together” “no… we were… just not at this time.”
‘You were the right person for me, it was just the wrong time’
‘I hope i can find you again, either in this lifetime or the next’
i love this one AND THE ENDING? oh my 💞💕💕
to: tokyo. love, hyogo.
a/n: first time writing osamu in honor of my smol friend’s birthday ♡ thank you for prying open my colorblind eyes and being my go-to for advice. thank you for being a slandering tag team with me and always indulging me with your story times and going all mafia on mean coop jerks. i appreciate u more than u know and love u lots, aki :D <33
content: angst, fluff
word count: 15k+
[ osamu x reader ]
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The whisper of a memory echoes through your mind when you read the painted sign above the doorway, hand shielding your eyes from the glint of the sun reflecting off the silver handles despite the wide awning and its generous shade above.
Your mind wasn’t tricking you when it caught sight of this name from across the street you rarely frequent; it remains the same name even as you stand directly below now and reread that sign again.
…I’ll meet you in Hyogo.
The same echo.
The same memory.
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i want you to know that I did love you, I loved you more than life itself. and that love was strong. but not strong enough to work out a relationship too big for two silly teenagers to carry.
My hearteu 😿
We love angst with a sweet ending.
FEELINGS | JAEHYUN
SUMMARY. After many failed first dates, Jaehyun decides to take matters into his own hands and teach you how they work and what you should do to guarantee yourself a second date. But of course, this is just a plan that’s set up for failure.
— or, alternatively: Jaehyun is just trying to help you meet new people and fall in love, but he didn’t quite think too far when he finds himself falling in love with you.
GENRE. fluff | slight angst | f2l!au | fake dating!au
WORD COUNT. 11.6k+ words
author’s note. sorry for the long wait! happy reading~
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Jemily aesthetic
In my mind they are canon.
RIGHT PERSON WRONG (LIFE) TIME SHIPS ARE THE BEST BUT ALSO THE WORST.
LIKE, YEAH I LOVE GETTING MY HEART BROKEN INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES BUT THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR DOING IT