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do u prefer porny romcoms or porny action

action
less cheesy

done, the nudity is less obvious w the explosions

mocha pls.

caramel or?

yes
whipped cream too if u can

omw

doors open x

( it takes him a bit to get to the beach, and once he does arrive, oliver isn't immediately letting himself in. instead, he puts down the drink holder topped up with scones and muffins down on the ground in front of the door, and takes out the chunk of iron he'd arrived with. )

be inside in a sec
making a back door

( by murmuring a few words softly under his breath, causing a little bit of the iron to flow off of the chunk in a liquid-like state and attach itself to the door just below the door handle in a complex shape. he'll have to pick a connecting door later, but that's a problem for oliver to figure out later.

the iron gets shoved back into his pocket after, so he can pick up the drink holder and toe open the door with the toe of his sneaker. )

Brought you a scone too.

( nick honestly doesn't look great, a little tired and wrung out, swamped in a hoodie and sweats even though the house doesn't get cold at all. after a blowout fight with ragnor under his belt (that he doesn't want to talk about) and the rumblings of one with oliver (that he doesn't want to talk about), not to mention the whole short talk with jess (that he definitely doesn't want to talk about)...

well things are starting to stack quite rapidly, and even if he knows that he'll have to deal with all of them eventually, for now nick very much wants to act like there's nothing going on at all. so that's exactly what nick does, smile lighting up the moment oliver walks in and getting up so that he can meet him halfway and help with the drink tray. )

Oh shit, good call I haven't eaten.

( if there's a hesitation before nick leans in and presses a grateful kiss to the side of oliver's head, it's only brief. less than half a second, more of a stumble than anything. )

( nick leans in close and he tips his head in closer. hums soft when nick kisses him, but his hands are still a little full to reach out like he'd prefer to so he just--lets it go. holds the tray out enough so nick can take it and he can take his own drink off of it. )

I won't bring it up again, I swear, but-- ( he's bringing it up for a moment. ) I'm sorry I went snooping into your shit. And I should've brought it up at a better time, if I was going to bring it up at all. You should've been able to tell me on your own time, if you wanted to.

( he's not actually. well. sorry. for any of it. nick's defensiveness means it's definitely something he's still working on. his response told oliver all he really needed to know: that logan's a big enough asshole kyle still doesn't like him. that he's selfish and keeps being a reckless idiot despite what horror it might bring onto people like nick. that nick's being a fucking idiot and turning a blind eye on it because he likes logan or whatever. but he can pretend to be sorry. )

What movie did you pick out?

( nick has a reply to that, but it gets stuck somewhere in the genuine desire to not want to fight and the less helpful desire to clam up and ignore that there's any issue at all. instead he just sort of nods, taking a quick swig of his drink so that he has an excuse for his lack of response.

it's transparent but he doesn't really care. if he replies they're getting into it again and nick really doesn't have the energy for it, so he just abandons the drink tray on the nearest surface and nods towards his room. )

I think it's, like, slutty Die Hard. Maybe Die Hard II, I'm not sure. Anyway we're watching it in my room.

They're all the same.

( so it doesn't matter. nick puts the tray down, so oliver takes his own mocha (lavender, thank you) and scone off of it to carry it back to nick's room. )

Clean off a space for us?

( nick's bed actually is clear, on account of an embarrassing amount of time spent being emotionally devastated in it, but he'd be mortified actually admitting that. instead he just raises a hand before they make it to his door, motions in a way that sends a few pen pots skittering across the desk and adding to the overall clutter of the room. but the bed is clear, save the rumpled sheets, and once they're in he makes quick work of setting up the tv. )

You know, Nate actually could set up a portal right to my room. It could probably even have an occupied sign, so you don't walk in while I'm doing something important.

Sure, and I'm sure Nate's portal's plenty fun, but mine's portable. I can put my end wherever and take it down whenever.

( also it means he doesn't have to worry about someone else finding an open door and just deciding to waltz on through it. especially after nick's vague bullshit with william, he doesn't want to leave that around.

oliver finds an empty corner of the desk, puts down his coffee and scone and bends down to start picking shit up.

helpfully. )

Point out which drawer is for what.

Okay flex, don't show off just 'cause I can't do them.

( never mind the multiple offers to teach him from multiple different sources. nick will stick to learning retrieval magic and bullying his friends for rides for now, thank you very much. he heads straight for the bed, shoving down the sheets so that he can sit cross legged with the vague intention of pulling them up later, and he just sort of--watches oliver move about his space for a moment. it's nice.

even if being glad that he's here makes nick feel more selfish than ever now. )

That goes on the right side of the desk. That goes on my bed except for when I'm using it then it goes on the chair. That goes in a drawer, but it's supposed to be in the kitchen.

I'm not great at it yet.

( just enough to show off a little. you know. oliver follows directions, rolls his eyes when he gets to the thing that goes in a drawer but actually goes into the kitchen, and--leaves the room to put it actually away, before he's coming back to grab onto more crap. cleaning up seems fucking pointless, considering nick'll just leave it messy again as soon as he's gone, but.

why the hell not. )

Think Kyle'd mind if I stayed the night?

( the "system", as nick claims, is more or less just that he remembers where he leaves things and little else. sometimes very specifically "the drawer on your left but it has to be behind the book that's already in there" and sometimes more vague "i don't know, the floor?", but he has an answer for everything.

still, if oliver wants to tidy then he can, and if oliver wants to stay over then nick is already sending out the message to make sure that it's fine. housing is--strict, especially here in the up. it's something worth keeping kyle looped in on, at least. )

He doesn't mind. ( he answers before he gets a response, tugging a leg up to his chest and looping his arm around it, chin propped on his knee. ) You know if you're in a cleaning mood my desk at work could use some attention too.

You can figure out your work desk yourself.

( he gets the floor mostly cleaned up. the desk, too. enough to have a few surfaces to put items on, room to make a mess and still have some room on the floor to walk on. after it's mostly tidied, oliver pulls off his jacket, throws it over the chair at the desk, then climbs into the bed with nick. )

Scoot forward.

No, I think I need you to do it.

( he looks amused as he says it though, which is an improvement on the vaguely morose vibes that have clung to nick even with the smiles he's been putting out. he shuffles forward in the bed, careful with the drink in his hand to make sure there isn't a spill, and gives oliver just enough time to get settled before he flops back. oliver can rearrange him as he pleases to get comfortable, nick's done his bit for now. )

Can you do your thing, I left the remote over there.

( which nick could get, but he asks oliver anyway. )

( nick scoots up which creates enough room for oliver to squeeze in behind him. which. was really the whole goddamn point. he presses right up against nick's back, legs on either side of the other's own and wraps an arm around his midsection to hold him in close. puts his chin over nick's shoulder, so he can look at the tv over him.

rolls his eyes, but he's still raising a hand and flicking his fingers towards the screen. it turns on, channel shifting to the correct one and volume turning down enough that it's not actually going to muffle out any of their conversation, it'll just be nice background noise.

then he's reaching for his coffee, cup, leaning to the side to grab onto it from the desk. )

Lazy.

( nick settles in once oliver is sat behind him, slumping in comfortably and worming his hand along until he can find oliver's hand at the end of the arm around his waist. the drinks only require one hand after all, this one is for nick. his head tips a little, resting against the side of oliver's face, and he's looking at the lid of his drink more than he is the screen, but it's all the same. it's not like he's going to pay attention to the film anyway.

mostly it just provides a quiet backdrop for nick's thinking time, before he murmurs very quietly, very carefully. )

I love him, Oli.

( ah. there it is. oliver does keep an eye on the television, even if his attention is focused on the way nick wraps himself around him. there's a hand against his own, holding onto it. his head resting against him, nick's weight pressing back into oliver.

he takes a breath. slow and steady. lets it out through his nose. )

Do you want me to talk, or do you want to just talk to me?

Neither. ( is the honest answer, but it's not a particularly helpful one. he squeezes oliver's hand though, sucks a breath in like he has more to say, and-

holds it, for a bit. he knows he needs to say more though, or this thing is just going to keep hanging between them, and he can't handle another source of contention when he's barely brokered fragile peaces between his relationship with logan and all the other people that heavily disagree.

nick's exhale comes out shaky, words punctuated by the quiet flick of his thumb against the rim of the coffee cup in rapid succession. )

I was going to tell you. I just--how do you explain that to someone, who didn't see it happen for themselves? Like, why would I even have said? I thought, if you had time to settle, and I had time to figure out what to say, it wouldn't be...so bad, I guess.

I get that the rules this city have in place mean that sometimes, people get put into shitty situations and have to figure out how to deal with the aftermath.

( he says it like he's--understanding of logan's position, but to be honest, logan's position doesn't mean jack shit to him. he'll still go after the asshole and--figure out a way to kill him, maybe. just not. now or while nick's saying schmoopy things about being in love with him or whatever. oliver's anger can wait. but. )

If you'd been put into a similar position, I'd have forgiven you. I'd have told you it wasn't your fault you were drugged and forced to act that way. The difference is he keeps pulling shit that puts him right back in the same situation. Just recently, he whipped someone on camera because of whatever else he got his sticky fingers into. It's one thing to wave a finger at the system and tell it to fuck off, it's another to consistently make choice which put you and everyone else he cares about at risk. This isn't a place where someone can do whatever they want to and just expect the repercussions to fall on their own shoulders. The episode with you and that girl made that quite clear. He knows that. But he selfishly keeps doing it.

I know why it happened. I don't know if that justifies what happened, but I know what got him there.

( it's a bigger issue than nick can really grapple with, how much blame can be placed on logan for the punishments being doled out. the forgiveness for that incident had to come from dick, not from him -- and nick is pretty sure that he's gotten it, or the last few weeks would have probably looked very different.

still, it's not like he doesn't get it. he's had this conversation too many times not to understand the concerns, even if he doesn't agree with them. )

You don't understand how easy it is to end up like that. Fuck the wrong person, you're in the shit. Ask too many questions, hell, you don't even have to do anything. Why do you think I wear those shitty collars every single day?

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