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#same ship different font
#that 70s show#that 90s show#ship: michael kelso my dreamboat#otp: damn you make it hard not to love you.#jelso#niknate#jackie x kelso#kelso x jackie#nikki x nate#nate x nikki#het ships#jackie and kelso#nikki and nate#my gifs#my stuff#I keep saying#also janate being so felso coded here#jknn#jelso niknate parallels
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If anyone is Eric/Donna coded, it's Nikki/Nate đ€·ââïž
Now, to preface this, when I say 'coded' I mean 'I see several similarities', not 'they are identical and will have the exact same storylines and outcomes'. I think that is still very much up in the air. But I've seen several takes that Jay/Leia are Eric and Donna 2.0, but as the resident Eric/Donna expertâą I think Nikki and Nate are moreso.
Exhibit A:
NikNate's season 1 dilemma almost perfectly mirrored Eric and Donna's Promise Ring dilemma. Nate is insecure about his relationship with Nikki throughout the season - he worries Nikki is too smart for him and will leave him behind, he worries she's interested in other guys, etc - and he needs reassurance from her that they are a serious couple and will be together in the future. Nikki can't really give him that reassurance. She says the future's not set - and quotes Terminator 2 đ - "There's no fate but what we make for ourselves." Aka - "If we're meant to be together, then we'll end up together," which is what Donna tells Eric at the end of season 3 when he is searching for the very same reassurance.
This conflict doesn't break-up NikNate like it does Eric and Donna at this point, but it's not a conflict they really solved or addressed, so it simmers under the surface for the rest of the season and into the next, ultimately setting up their break-up in early Part 2.
Think a number of factors contributed to their break-up: Nate's almost kiss with Leia eroding Nikki's trust, yes, but ultimately they break-up in the circle after both coming to the realization that they've been more invested in their friends' relationship than their own, leading them to question whether they're really compatible and in a relationship worth saving after all.
They're both devastated after the break-up, but Nikki does a much better job of hiding it than Nate - just like in early season 4, with Eric and Donna.
NikNate's break-up mirrors Eric and Donna's in a lot of ways.
Nikki dresses hot to try to torture Nate (her referee striped thong *lol*) - so does Donna (Eric begs her to stop trying to look so hot when she comes over - aka not wearing a bra).
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Both couples, after a few episodes of trying to move on from one another, find each other back in bed. Both couples try to explain their 'relapse' off as meaningless, but it eventually becomes apparent they still have real feelings for each other (NikNate's tenderness with each other during the pregnancy scare storyline & Nate's feelings while watching Nikki sing; Eric and Donna... well, shit, I wrote a whole fanfic about this, you can read it here if you want đ
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I don't know if NikNate are ultimately meant to be or are going to end up together like Eric and Donna did. But I wanted to add my thoughts to the discourse, because I don't think they are Jackie/Kelso reincarnate at all.
#that 90s show#that '90s show#that 70s show#that '70s show#eric and donna#eric x donna#nikki and nate#nikki x nate#NikNate#jackie and kelso#jackie x kelso#my essays
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Hey, can I get a character assigned for the following placements?
Sun in Pisces- 4th house
Moon in Cap-2 nd house
Mercury in Pisces- 4th house
Venus in Aries- 6th house
Mars in Taurus- 6th house
Jupiter in Cancer- 9th house
Saturn in Taurus- 7th house
Uranus in Cap- 3rd house
Neptune in Cap- 2nd house
Pluto in Scorpio- 12th house
THANKS...
đ Nikki Velasco đ©”
( That 90âs show )
#astrology#Nikki Velasco#that 90s show#Pisces#Pisces male#Pisces sun#water sign#capricorn#Capricorn female#Capricorn moon#moon in the 2nd house#Sun in the 4th house#Pisces mercury#Mercury in the 4th house#aries Venus#venus in the 5th house#mars in the 6th house#Taurus mars#Taurus female#aries female#Taurus Saturn#Saturn in the 7th house#cancer Jupiter#capricorn Uranus#scorpio Pluto#scorpio#Nikki and Nate
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Edit request by @nikkisgwens <3
#that â90s show#that 90s show#nikki velasco#nate runck#Nikki and Nate#nate and nikki#baby#my edits#my edit#that 90s show edit#sam morelos#maxwell acee donovan#request
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Just curious but what are your t9s ships?
Honestly I feel like my only really solid ship for That '90s Show is, Red and Kitty. They were just as wonderful in it as they were in That '70s Show, compared to some seasons even more wonderful. That '90s Show only made me love them more, can't tell you how many times I've rewatched the show-paritcalry their scenes during this summer break.
Other ships...well I think we can count Eric and Donna as a ship for the show. Sure they only come out in one episode together but they had several cute moments and @thatseventiesbitch has written plenty of fics of missing moments that make it seem like they were there a lot more. Hopefully in season 2 they will be in at least 2 more episodes than this season.
Jay and Leia are a cute ship and have to admit I do find the idea of a Forman dating a Kelso pretty funny. They have some really sweet moments I the show I'd be happy if they ended up together.
Nate and Leia were a twist I did not see coming. I don't know if the writer's will take this route but I wouldn't be too upset if they did, I like Nate, he's a fun character and I think Red might like him more than Jay so that works in Leia's favor lol
Gwen and Leia I could see it, I would actually kinda love to see their friendship turn into something more. I really loved their moments together and think the actors have great chemistry. I don't think it would be something completely out of the blue if the shows' writers decided to take this route, though I don't think they will.
Nikki and Nate, they remind me a lot of Jackie and Kelso but less toxic. I'm really curious to see if they will still be together in season 2 even if Nate isn't with Leia it doesn't mean he'll still be with Nikki. Not sure which way I'd prefer things go yet tbh.
Thank you once more for the ask! It's such fun getting to talk about the show!
My inbox is like The Forman House, itâs always unlocked and open! Stop in anytime đ
#answered asks#that 90s show#that 70s show#red and kitty#eric and donna#jay and leia#leia and nate#gwen and leia#nikki and nate#thank you#my ships#hydesjackiespuddinpop
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THAT '90S SHOW (2023â ) | 2.02 âSomething to Talk Aboutâ
#that '90s show#that 90s show#that90sshowedit#nate runck#maxwell acee donovan#jay kelso#mace coronel#leia forman#callie haverda#nikki velasco#sam morelos#tvedit#sitcomedit#sitcom#usersitcom#filmtvcentral#mine
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I don't like school but I enjoyed reading these books. I still like all of these, honestly
#diary of a wimpy kid#greg heffley#dork diaries#nikki maxwell#big nate#nate wright#james patterson#middle school#captain underpants#chapter books#art#artwork#drawing
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#that90sshow#that 90s show#leia forman#gwen runck#nate runck#jay kelso#nikki#ozzie#my gif#my gifset#my gifs#that90sshow gifs#that90sshow edit#geia#gwen x leia#that 90s show spoilers#that 70s show#donna forman#red forman#kitty forman#Will80sbyerstvgifs
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I'm seeing everyone commenting that on That 90s Show, Leia is Eric, Gwen is Donna, Nikki is Jackie, Ozzie is Fez, and Jay and Nate are both Kelso.
This is the wrong take, unfortunately.
Leia is obviously Eric, Jay is definitely Kelso, Ozzie is totally Fez, but I think we can all grow up and accept Gwen is Hyde.
But Donna is smart and puts up with the boys. Who else does that? Nikki. Nikki is the Donna, sorry, don't be mad because she's 'girly' & y'all hate girly girls âđŒ
Nate is Jackie, pretty, stupid, & insecure in his relationship. & I love them both.
#that 90s show#Nikki watches another children's show#leia forman#jay kelso#nate runck#gwen runck#Nikki#that 90s show nikki#Ozzie
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#that â90s show#that 90âs show#that 90s show#s2#official trailer#leia forman#gwen runck#nate runck#jay kelso#Nikki#ozzie
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a belated birthday present for the lovely and incredible @gorgeousundertow <33 || i Struggled infinitely with this and have no idea whatâs going on, lol. because of this, this au is actually about seven thousand words longer, but i figured iâd post this as a drabble before i do anything drastic. enjoy!
Brad hates this.
To be fair, Brad hates a large number of things, but this is pretty fucking high on the list.
Itâs always weird, doing it alone, mainly because heâs gotten so used to doing everything with a partner in at least some semblance to the word that having his ass hanging completely uncovered in the wind sets him on edge.
The fact that his greatest contender is his own subconscious only makes it worse.
Bradâs never been to Stonehenge, but the wind is crisp and clean against his face as he walks past a craggy rock, keeping his eyes on the horizon, on the rolling hills and trees and far off mountains.
He runs a palm over the closest stone. Itâs rough, textured, against his touch, and the feel of it catches against the blisters that pepper his palm. It feels real, warm beneath his skin, and he focuses on the feel of it, on nothing else, before moving on.
The grass is tall, willowy and airy, but clearly there, present and as quiet as a whisper where it brushes against the denim of Bradâs jeans, sometimes catches against the fabric.
He still hates it. Hates the whole thing. Hates that he has to focus this much, hates that heâs lost the ease that comes with being a veteran of the trade. Feels new all over again, and itâs an unwelcome feeling.
He forces the thought from his mind when the ground seems to warp beneath his feet. Stay on target.
The ground steadies out again, and Brad moves past the rock heâd been standing at to reach out to the next one. Heâs tired, maybe perpetually annoyed, and itâs a frustrating thing to feel in a dream about nothing.
He runs his palm over this stone, too. Same texture. Same feeling.
They used to talk about coming here.
As soon as he thinks it, he knows he fucked up. For as long as it took him to get here, to the roughness of the stones and the wispiness of the grass, it takes barely a heartbeat for Brad to lose his grip on it.
He slips sideways into distraction, into memories of the real world and memories of the dream one, and in the brief millisecond that he loses his grip, Stonehenge disappears.
When Brad comes to, a headache beginning to throb from the base of his skull, all thatâs left is the grass.
The sky begins to fold in on itself, the horizon stacking up on top of each other like a book closing as Bradâs focus is shattered, as he loses his grip on both his dream and his subconscious.
The last thing he notices before he wakes up is that the whispering of grass sounds like a voice he hasnât heard in over a month.
- - -
When he comes to, Ray is hovering over him, chewing with his mouth open. When he realizes that Bradâs eyes are open, he grins a crooked, gaping smile, and a chunk of mushy Dorito falls on Brad's face.
âMorning sunshine.â He says, muffled, and Brad groans, shoving him away with an open palm to his forehead.
He sits up in the lawn chair heâd been reclined in, getting his feet back under him and scrubbing an open palm over his mouth.
âFuck.â He mutters into his palm.
He shouldnât have thought of Nate. He knows he shouldnât have thought of Nate, but he did anyways, and he reaped the goddamn consequences of it.
From the way he can feel Rayâs gaze burning into the side of his face, Brad knows that he knows it as well.
âWanna try again?â
âNo.â Brad tells him, hoarse and too quickly.
ââŠyou went to Stonehenge, didnât you?â
âShut the fuck up, Ray.â
âGod, youâre such a goddamn nerd, whenâs Walt gonna come back and relieve me of this angsty geek worldââ
âShut the fuck up, Rayââ
Ray raises his hands in surrender as soon as Brad looks up, angry sparking dully through his chest as his head throbs with a parallel beat. He doesnât say anything else, and Brad is grudgingly grateful for it.
They both know he shouldnât have chosen Stonehenge. It doesnât matter that itâs not a memory. The thought of it is as good as one.
âLetâs get the fuck out of here.â Brad says, hoarse, and pushes up from the lawn chair. Ray doesnât move from his own, the hideous floral cover over it coated in a hideous assortment of Dorito dust and chocolate.
He tilts his head, watching Brad with his mouth still full. âWhat, we have somewhere to be?â
They donât, not really. Brads been so focused on getting his edge back that everything else had fallen wayside, and Ray was between jobs.
Though he hasnât said anything about it, Brad's near certain the career choice was voluntary. Ray was one of the best damn architects in the country, never mind the coast.
âGonna contact Poke.â Brad told him, still coarse. âAsk about a job.â When he next looks up, Rayâs eyebrows are raised to his hairline.
âWhat, youâre gonna be point man?â Brad doesnât look up again, just shoves up and off of the lawnchair and rubs gingerly at the sore spot where his IV had been. Ray must have removed it before he was fully conscious.
âDonât see why not.â He mutters, a clear-cut lie. He canât even keep his grip on a fucking landscape, couldnât dream with anyone else. Last time heâd tried, his subconscious had torn Ray to shreds.
But he needed to get out: out of his skin, out of this room, maybe even out of California. He was going to go crazy if he stayed here: trying to dream of an easy landscape while Ray stared at him and put his hand in warm water or drew on his face.
Speaking of Ray. He was gathering up his own shit, cramming sunglasses onto his face with negligible grace and swinging his pack over his shoulder. He was saying something, Brad wasnât listening.
When he picked up his own pack, it was suspiciously heavy. He didnât bother to check inside of it.
Ray jiggled the door to their shitty, rented hotel room door open and wandered out into the hall, semi-aimless.
Brad followed him out, but hesitated before closing the door.
He ran his palm over the smooth wood once before backing away, followed after Ray, albeit in a straighter path.
The stone, in an odd way, had felt more real.
- - -
As soon as he gets back to his apartment, he showers. Half to get the layer of grime that always seemed to settle over him after taking a train anywhere, and half because he could still feel the phantom touch of stone and grass against his skin.
The cold water did nothing to make him feel purer, or even necessarily cleaner, but the shock it aided to his system was enough to drag Brad through the rest of his routine: eating, working out again, and stripping before collapsing into the springy, worn-out mattress, home to a single sheet and two pillows.
He stared at the second pillow for half of a second before tossing it into the corner of his room.
As soon as he laid back, grimacing at the way the mattress seemed to dig into his back but not bothering to do anything about it, he pulled out his phone, squinting at the white-blue light of it as the rest of the room settled into darkness.
He needed to stop doing this, he knew. He may not be the pinnacle of goddamn mental health, but he knew his ins and outs of letting go to know well enough that he should step back.
Well. Brad wasnât fucking perfect.
Even though Nateâs old phone number had been deactivated when heâd left, heâd given Brad his new personal one with an awkward smile and an awkwarder invitation to keep in touch.
Still, Brad hadnât reached out, and neither had Nate, and he knew that neither of them would. It was the way of the world, he guessed. Ray would say something about homo sapiens, probably.
Still. He stared at the phone number, and thought in awkward, stilted lines of what he would say.
It didnât take him long to fall asleep.
It was, of course, dreamless.
- - -
When the whole fucking mess that had been Bradâs dating and friend life and the subsequent betrayal of it had happened, the dreaming and the job it was a part of was his lifeline.
It was a way of getting out of the real world: of throwing himself fully into another task and being able to settle into someone elseâs head, not his own. It had been a way of coping, as fucked up as it had been.
Nate had been a big part of that, Brad thinks.
Nate, whoâd always seemed so tired, so sick of it all, but had seemed to glow against the darkness of a manipulated consciousness anyways.
That should have been Bradâs first hint. His first of many.
Settling into the swing of it, working jobs together (not all of them, just some. Just enough for Brad to know that it was better than working with anyone else), spending waking hours together, as well, it had gotten him out of his head.
It had felt like a distraction, until Brad had realized that his feelings of being better â more at peace than heâd been since everything that had happened â were real. Were content.
Nate leaving â leaving the job, leaving dreaming, leaving the world constructed out of glass and thought that Brad had tenuously set up around his career â had shot right through that and right back into the cold hunk of ice that Brad was beginning to think would always be a part of him.
It was for the best. It wasnât goodbye. It wasnât a betrayal, and Brad would do a whole lot fucking better to remember that. There was college, for Nate. There was a life without stupid fucking superiors, without the threat of a dream or a job gone wrong.
It didnât feel like that, though.
The difference, though, was the fact that being cheated on and betrayed was soothed by his job. By the dreams. Nate leaving had wrecked Bradâs ability to do either.
Ray almost certainly had a theory that he wasnât telling Brad about why. Brad didnât bother to ask, though, because he knew why: knew that Nate looking at him, eyes bright and warm, smile slightly curved up like a painting in a way that it hadnât in forever, had thrown a wrench in everything.
I donât want to spend my whole life asleep, I guess.
And with that, heâd had the haunting, ice cold thought that had spread across his skin and refused to leave.
Maybe Brad doesnât, either.
He wakes up.
- - -
Poke gets them a job and doesnât ask questions.
He talks a lot of shit, and flips it, too, but keeps away from touchier topics when it becomes clear that Bradâs not in the mood.
Rayâs with them as architect, and the two keep each other entertained like two crows that had found a shiny rock. Brad, off to the side and trying to prepare in any way he can, keeps his elbows on his knees, chin digging into his hand as he stares at the floor.
He jumped the gun with this, he knows. Ray and Poke know it too, probably, but Bradâs point man. If something happens, itâs on him.
Bryan, working as chemist, sits off to the side in a similar, lonely fashion, clearly uninterested in participation of any kind as he keeps his head bent over his work, hiding it from prying eyes.
With Poke as forger, all theyâre missing is an extractor. Brad doesnât necessarily care about who it is; not anymore.
The best oneâs out of the business now, anyways.
Brad closes his eyes, inhales and exhales in two heaving gusts of breaths.
When he opens them again, itâs just in time to catch Pokeâs backhand, grimacing as his knuckles rap against his forehead.
âStop meditating, communist hippie motherfucker.â Ray tells him, behind Poke. Heâs wearing a neon orange neck pillow. âYou ready to go, or do you want the time to go find a keto-friendly snack first?â
Contrary to his words, Rayâs eyes are dark. Brad can tell heâs worried, and he doesnât have to look at Poke to know that he looks exactly the same.
âWhereâs the final guy?â Brad asks Poke, instead of addressing Ray, and the blank, cagey look that Espera shoots at him isnât promising.
âOn his way.â He says vaguely, kicking at one of Bradâs boots as he walks around him. âGonna get into it, then heâll join up later. Practice run, all that.â
Bryan glances up from his case, and Brad canât tell what heâs thinking. Heâs worked a handful of jobs with Bryan, whoâs always competent but more than unhappy with the larger logistics of any plan, and it sets him somewhat at ease. There are worse goddamn chemists to work with, thatâs for damn sure.
Overall, itâs a solid enough team. eam. Of course, Brad canât accurately decide that until he learns who the extractor is.
And heâs not stupid. He knows that thereâs something going on: that Poke or Ray or Poke and Ray together (and maybe Bryan, for good measure) have something up their combined goddamn sleeves and itâll make Brad suffer in some way, shape, or form.
And yet, he realizes with a blaring, painful glare of cold truth that he couldnât care less. He thinks about recklessness for half of a second before deciding itâs too much of a goddamn racket.
âReady to go?â Ray asks cheerfully, kicking off his shoes and adjusting his neck pillow as he lays back. As soon as he does so, he pulls an eye mask out of his back pocket. It has hyper realistic Joker eyes on it, and Espera grimaces as he drops into his own lawn chair.
Brad is fucking sick of lawnchairs.
âJesus Christ, homes, what the fuck is that?â
âIâm worried about my eyes drying out.â Ray tells him primly, settling back again with the eyemask. It conflicts hideously with the neon orange of his neck pillow. âAnd they didnât have one on Amazon that had 3D dicks sticking out of it like those glasses. The ones with the springs and the eyeballs and shit.â
Brad turned back to the ceiling. Heâd been there when Ray had been on the warpath for an eye mask like that, had told Nate about it in a dream and had watched as the otherâs eyes had shined, mouth turning in a Mona Lisa smile.
I donât want to spend my whole life asleep, I guess.
He has to focus.
Itâs dangerous to hold onto the past. Onto memory.
âReady to go?â Bryan asks, as cold cut as always, and Ray just sighs.
âTim, if you see a cock and balls eye mask, youâll tell me, right?â
Brad didnât see Bryanâs face, kept his eyes on the ceiling, but could hear how the other sighed, something between disappointment and a laugh. âArm out, Ray.â He said, sounding rather tired. Fitting, Brad supposed.
As everything leveled out, both an artificial silence and one constructed out of Bradâs dedicated focus drifted over him, and he closed his eyes, tried to focus.
The last thing he felt before the prick of somnacin was the door to the warehouse theyâd met at beginning to rattle open.
He was out before he could do anything about it.
- - -
Brad realizes as soon as he settles into the dream, real and vivid, why Poke and Ray were being so weird.
Nate Fick blinks at him steadily, once, twice, eyes bright and warm, and Brad realizes that he canât tell if heâs real or not.
Before he can decide, Ray pops up at his elbow. He has his dick eye mask propped on his forehead, now. The pros of a dream, Brad guesses. âHeâs real.â He tells Brad, and keeps talking before Brad can say anything. âFigured it would be better to trick your ass into getting in here. You know, like a big dumb dog.â
Brad doesnât look at him, but he kind of wants to elbow Ray in the face.
Nateâs mouth is curved up, just slightly, but he looks tired; his undereyes a purple-black, hair slightly messy. It was rather a feat, Brad guessed. To look exhausted in a dream.
âCan we talk?â He asks, quiet, and Brad stares at him for another half of a second before turning half a pace, looking for Poke.
âPlease tell me thereâs a job.â He says, and can almost feel his heartbeat. Poke just shrugs.
âThereâs a job.â He says. âAnd Fickâs working extractor. So. You know.â He gestured vaguely at nothing. Nate is still watching him. When he turns, Ray is, too, but between the eye mask and his gleeful, hick expression, Brad dismisses him immediately.
âBrad.â Nate tells him, voice careful, quiet.
Brad hesitates, for half of a second, but in the end walks towards him.
- - -
âItâs not all about me.â Nate tells him, walking alongside Brad easily, neither of them really sure where theyâre going.
Itâs kind of embarrassing that Bradâs able to find his foothold, now. Itâs a combination, he thinks: not being in charge of the architecture of the dream and Nate.
Nate walks slightly in front of him. Brad knows, somehow, deep under his skin, that itâs so they donât have to look at each other.
âHow do you know that?â Brad asks, rather repugnant. Nate just huffs, glancing back at him. He looks forward again just as quickly.
âYou donât do anything in halves.â He says. âSomething else happened.â
Brad snorts, but doesnât say anything. He doesnât feel like thereâs a lot that he can say. Thereâs no point in denying that Nate leaving the job impacted him. Thereâs no point in pushing on why he came back.
âHowâve you been?â He asks, dry, instead. They come up to a house. The door opens, and Brad knows that Ray put it there for him. The weirdo.
Nate just hums, walks inside. âItâs been difficult.â He says, even kilter, voice not dipping into any sort of emotion. Bradâs used to it, in a way. Almost nostalgic to it. âBut. Itâs good, I think. Iâm going back to school.â
Brad hums. It feels rather tasteless. He follows Nate into the house, thereâs a drawing of the Lorax on the wall for some reason. âThat must be good.â He says, can feel the way that the hoarseness in his voice scrapes up his throat. âYouâve got. Uh. A leg up, for sure.â
He feels awkward. Nate turns, enough to catch Bradâs gaze again, and his eyes are bright. Seems to catch him, the same way they always do. Always did.
Nate doesnât say anything.
Brad wonders if thatâs why they work: that they donât need to say anything. That thereâs something there regardless.
âIâve been doing this for almost ten years.â Brad says, and it feels like an admission. Nate just watches him, eyes piercing and warm, cold, bright.
I donât want to spend my whole life asleep, I guess.
Brad watches him back, for half of a second. Catches himself wondering if this is real. âI felt it, too.â Nate tells him, face somewhere between torn ragged and utterly blank. A fight between expressing and being guarded, in a dream. âThis⊠this feeling. Like when you sleep until noon when youâre a kid.â
Brad looks away from him and clears his throat. He stares at the Lorax instead. It has a bra on, he hadnât realized that before. He makes a mental note to make fun of Ray for that later.
Two fingertips press carefully into his forearm, a gentle touch. It reminds Brad of, absurdly, pressing his palm to the stone in his dream. When he looks back at Nate, the other is watching him, obviously thinking of something. He runs the tip of his tongue across his top lip before speaking again.
âIâd go with you,â He said, almost hoarse. âIf you left.â
His fingers leave Bradâs arm. Brad canât look away from him. âYou already left.â
Nate just huffed. He smiled, a brief flash of teeth that didnât seem exactly happy. âAnd now Iâm back. For â for you, if you want. I guess.â
Brad has to think on that, for a moment.
Theyâd never been anything. Nothing concrete, anyways, and nothing in real life. But if Brad was held back by real life, he supposes, he would have quit a long time ago.
And, besides. It doesnât hurt to entertain hypotheticals.
âWhere would we go?â He asks, following this train of thought, and Nate smiles again, more genuine, less forced.
âI donât know.â He says, and something in his eyes sparks. âStonehenge, maybe.â
Brad doesnât know what he is without this. Without dreaming. But, he thinks, watching Nateâs eyes and the haggard set of his face, the way that knowing heâs asleep settles across Bradâs shoulders in a tight line that didnât used to be there, he knows that heâd thought that after heâd been left behind. Both when Nate left and before that.
âYeah.â He agreed, and it wasnât a deal, but he was thinking about it. âStonehenge, maybe.â
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Just thought of this đ
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That â90s Show - Meet The New Kids
Nikki, portrayed by Sam Morelos
Everything we know about Nikki so far:
From the outside, you could easily see her becoming a doctor or a lawyer, but she has a rebellious streak and her boyfriend Nate scratches that itch
Comes from an over-achieving family
Focused, smart, and driven
Sheâs done with your bullshit
Bonus:
The actress used this meme to describe her characterâs dynamic with Nate and Jay lol.
That â90s Show premieres on Netflix on January 19th. See you there!
#That 90s Show#That '90s Show#T90S#that 90s show meet the new kids#The New Gang#Nikki#Nikki and Nate#Nikki x Nate#Jay Kelso#my t90s content
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Dreams last so long, even after you're gone I know that you love me and soon I know you will see You were meant for me, and I was meant for you
Nikki & Nate Season 2 [That '90s Show] Requested by @torturedpoetskywalker
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Edit request @nikkisgwens <3
#that 90s show#my edits#all the stars#nikki velasco#nate runck#nate and nikki#nikki and nate#ship#edit
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Gotta love that The Stupid Helmet is still prominently displayed! đ
We have an official poster people!! đ±
Itâs becoming more and more real!
#That 90s Show#That '90s Show#Red and Kitty#Red x Kitty#Leia Forman#Leia x Jay#Jeia#Leia x Gwen#Geia#Nikki and Nate#Nikki x Nate#Ozzie
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