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Suddenly I find (the electricity is gone)

Sorry for the delay y’all!

(Part 1) (Part 2)

“So…” Pete says and Sonny finds that he’s right behind him. “You the romance expert now?”

And Sonny realizes that he might well use his advice for his own evening tonight.

“That’s right,” he says cheekily, leaning against the doorway in what is meant to be seductive, but he loses his balance and slams his shoulder against it instead.

Pete doesn’t point it out, thank God. Sonny regains his composure, tries to play it cool.

“Soooo, do you want a slushee?”

Pete eats up the rest of his chocolate bar and nods. He grabs a bottle of pop from the fridge, all cold thanks to Sonny’s expert hands who fixed it today. Usnavi can suck it.

Sonny almost forgets that he’s supposed to be giving Pete a slushee. There is nothing other than the way Pete’s throat bobs as he slurps a big sip of Country Club, damn if Usnavi notices a bottle is gone and unpaid for. Pete puts down the bottle on the counter and looks at Sonny expectantly. Shit. Sonny scrambles to the slushee machines.

“Sonny’s secret recipe for you,” he promises and congratulates himself for refraining to add any pet name that threaten to slip out every time.

“Sweet,” Pete says and it’s good Sonny has something to focus on after a smile like this.

He carefully pours all the layers, the raspberry and the cherry cola and the raspberry again, and he’s about to add the Nerds when suddenly Pete is right behind his shoulder, watching him, and Sonny gasps and drops the whole thing on the floor.

“Shit…”

“Aw, man, sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t! I’m just… Ugh…”

Words never used to be a problem like that, did they? Sonny used to be able to talk people up, get away from anything using just his mouth, he used to be cool and chatty and fun. He still is all of those things, he thinks, just not when he’s around his crushes. His failed attempt to hit on Nina this afternoon is just proof of that. And now she’s gone dancing and Usnavi got a date with his dream girl and Sonny is all alone with his other crush with no idea what to do.

“Whatcha putting in?” Pete asks and he’s so, so close.

Sonny forces a grin on his face, forces the nervousness away and pushes on Pete’s chest to get him to back away and sit on the counter again − can’t promise he’ll keep it together if he doesn’t.

“Sonny’s secret recipe,” he replies. “Can’t risk getting out of business.”

“A'ight, you keep your secrets,” Pete says with a grin, jumping on the counter and Sonny has to look away again, the way Pete’s arms tense when he holes himself up, with that sleeveless thingie he’s always wearing, he can’t look, otherwise he’ll stare, and wouldn’t that be awkward?

“I gotta ask Usnavi to make that a thing,” he says. “Like a sign outside? Maybe I got future in the slushee business.”

“You got future in any business you want, man.”

“Mmh.”

Again, the layers, carefully poured. He grabs a handful of Nerds from the bowl where he keeps them and puts them in, one by one, precise. He takes a big breath and tries to look cool and smart and fun, and turns around to give Pete the slushee…

And he trips on the one he dropped before. Wet sticky ice under his feet, he loses balance. He feels his arms flailing around and before he knows it, he’s falling. Or rather, he would be, if not for Pete who jumps down the counter in no time at all to scoop him up. Sonny lands against his chest with a muffled groan, the slushee miraculously upright in his hand. Pete grabs it and sets it aside.

“You alright?” Pete asks, his voice so nice and deep and gentle, it always is with Sonny. Usnavi doesn’t know shit.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “’M fine.”

He doesn’t want to look up, doesn’t want to ever leave Pete’s arms, even though he’ll have to and then probably never speak to him ever again, because he embarrassed himself to death right now. He’s probably already dead, and Satan is teasing him with Pete hugging him. He nuzzles against his chest before he can even stop himself, because this is all some sort of nightmarish dream anyways.

“Gave me a scare here,” Pete says, his hand patting Sonny’s back.

This is the end of his life. There is no way he’s going to survive this. He’s dead.

“Good?” Pete asks.

He nods and tries not to be a creep and breathe in Pete’s smell, even though that’s exactly what he’s doing. Painfully, he breaks away from him, or at least tries to but Pete’s arms are a vice around him.

“Pete…?”

There is something in Pete’s eyes that Sonny has never seen before and he is sure he didn’t just imagine the way they flickered down to his lips, and he gotta say something, right? One of them gotta say something, or are they just going to stare at each other, arms still around each other, until Sonny dies of embarrassment?

“Son’, I just…”

He is not imagining this. He is not imagining the way Pete tilts his head just a little bit towards him, and his heart is pounding so hard he couldn’t hear anything even if Pete talked, and their faces are getting closer, this isn’t just in his head…

Then his world turns upside down, and not because of Pete. Suddenly, the electricity is gone. Just the fucking right time.

“Shit,” he mutters to darkness around him.

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PUT THIS VIDEO IN A FUCKING MUSEUM. 

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Why are Ross and Rachel so iconic when Chandler and Monica’s relationship is 50,000 times more romantic, cuter and HEALTHIER than Ross and Rachel’s?

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Tolkien: This character is Feanor, which in my language means Spirit of Fire, which gets at his personality, creative spirit, and destructive tendencies. 

Also Tolkien: This character is Treebeard because he’s a tree with a beard.

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my brother just called me from the toilet??

“em this gonna be weird but i just sat down on the toilet and then james called and hes on the doorstep. could you let him in? beware, he’s dressed as freddie mercury,”

its 2am

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were shatner’s acting instructions literally just “act like everything spock does turns you on” I mean

spock nerve pinches guard

spock raises an eyebrow

spock introduces himself

spock is sassy

spock does maths

spock touches a wall

spock

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 Meanwhile, his Hamilton—about the improbable, Dickensian life of the “$10 Founding Father without a father,” starring actors of all color and ethnicity as the architects of young America—has convinced even the grumblers that a Broadway play, and a musical at that, might call attention to the enduring power of our national DNA. The thematic Venn diagram of the play overlaps with so many of the biggest themes of our own lives—death, loss, parenthood, love, lust, betrayal, displacement, the American Dream, the immigrant experience, etc.—that Common went so far as to call it one of “the greatest pieces of art ever made,” while Michelle Obama did him one better, calling it “the best piece of art in any form that I have ever seen in my life.”

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CAPTAIN RON BACK STORY!!!

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So I’m moving into a new apartment, and I was told that the room had been damaged, but nothing could have prepared me for the fact that someone had carved Li Shang’s head out of the bathroom door and written “We must defeat the Huns!” on it.

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SaveTheDay.Vote

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i really liked nat’s hair in civil war

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I made a thing for my big story because for my birthday my teenager sat down with me and showed me how to use some photo editing apps. Watch out.

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burr: chill

hamilton: *raps for 5 minutes straight on why he absolutely cannot do that thing

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I'm unwanted