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Time:11:07 am
Yeah this is my first time posting here or whatever. I mean I don't think many Strokes fans go on the AO3 section anymore so I figured, why not crosspost it here? It's my current only pure the Strokes fanfic I have, all the other ones are mainly just Jules crossed over with Daft Punk. So...Yeah.

Title: Squeeze
Pairing: Nikolai/Julian
Rating: G (besides swearing)
Disclaimer: Christ I haven't written one of these since I was 12 and on FF.net, but yeah, this never happened, i mean i dunno maybe it could have but it probably did not.
Summary: Cuddling and reading. Julian may or may not have actually washed his hair.

(I don't have anything witty to write here like the rest of you)
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Subject:Hi guys
Time:07:14 pm
Current Mood:okayokay
Title: An Every Night Affair
Author: radiomusings
Pairing: Nick/Jules.
Rating: NC-17 because of buttsex and drug use and references to it.
Word count: ~4,600
Author's note: Ooh, it's my first time posting here. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Everybody knows this didn't happen. If you take this as fact, I'm going to laugh at you.


Remind me never to get drunk with Julian Casablancas ever again.Collapse )

It's so gay but it's okay.
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Subject:2nd Post >_>
Time:03:44 pm
Current Mood:mellowmellow



Title: Swimming Pools In Heaven
Pairing: Slight Al/Jules. Nik/Fab.
Summary: Deathfic.
Disclaimer: Thank god, none of this really happened.
Rating: R. Fights. Angst. Cursing. Death. Eternal Sadness.








A fun, careless night between lifelong friends had been deliberately turned into a surreal nightmare.

As a result from endless beers, Albert's stationwagon lay idly in the middle of the blocked off street, on its side. One passenger still remained in, trapped inbetween distorted metal and the deathly grip of an overly tight seatbelt.

Nikolai silently held back tears of distress as he held back the screaming Fabrizio, who desperately tried to run over to his trapped best friend in the car.

Julian managed to keep a somber poker face as the ambulance slowly pulledd up. A police officer quietly comforted Albert, who has fallen to peices, repeating over and over that it was all his fault.

It took the paramedics several minutes before they recovered Nick's frail body from the manlged vehicle. As they put the unconcious guitarist on the stretcher, a clam officer approached the distraught band.

He spoke slowly and carefully, watching Fab intently, as if he might try to break loose and run over to the ambulance.

"Three of you can ride in my cruiser. One can go with him."

Before Fab could cry out, Nikolai spoke.

"Julian, go with Nick. I don't want these two idiots to worry themselves to death, so they're going with me in the cruiser." He decided immediately, bringing the two band members into the police car with him.

With shaking legs, Julian stepped onto the ambulance; expecting the worst, secretly hoping that reverse phsycology would come through to him.

Nick was still unconscious, his big, blue eyes shielded by his eyelids. Damnit.

Julian hoped he could see those eyes again. The guitarist's mangled body was hidden by a light blue hospital sheet, yet bruises on Nick's angleic face were hard not to notice.

Julian's heart shattered as his eyes rested on Nick's hand.

His wrist. Broken, like a fragile twig, dangling limply. The same wrist that produced those beautiful, sweet ballads.

What....

An unfamiliar sensation came over Julian, and as soon as he knew it, tear after tear ran down his face.

"M-man..." He muttered, trying to wipe his face, still relying on the slim chance of reverse phsycology.

"And here I thought I would never cry in front of any of the guys." Julian murmured, with a slight chuckle.


"I swear, officer, I-It was all me..." Albert pleaded shakily, rocking back and forth in the passenger's seat in the cruiser.

A small hiccup emerged from Fab, who had been crying mercilessly into Nikolai's chest, leaving a huge wet spot on his shirt. As the cruiser continued, slowly behind the ambulance. The officer warily kept his eyes on the road, as Albert swore on everything that was living that Nick's were all his fault.

"Seriously. J-Just put me in for D.U.I., p-pleas-"

"Albert shut the fuck up!!!" Nikolai exploded, making Fabrizio, who was still in his arms, flinch.

"It's not your fault!! It's nobody's fault. So just shut up until we get there!" The bassist roared, sliently steaming.

Albert finally fell silent, nodding bitterly.

As soon as the cruiser pulled up to the hospital, Albert sprang out of the car, and dashed after Julian and Nick. Nikolai held Fabrizio, helping him out of the car and into the hospital.

"Nick....I'm so sorry..." Albert apologized when he reached the room, wiping his eyes briefly."

Poor Fab took one look at Nick, and his body collapsed to the hard, linoleum floor like a rock. Nikolai took Fab out of the room as Julian and Albert stood somberly as Nick's besdside, being comforted by the doctor.

"Mr. Casa...Casa..." The doctor struggled, tripping over Julian's name.

"Casablancas."

"Mr. Casablancas....Mr. Hammond.."

"Hammond, junior." Albert hissed.

"Mr. Hammond, Jr. I apologize. But your friend here, he's in critical condition right now.He's on life support, but his breathing is coming to an abrupt stop."

The smell of something sour and metallic flowed into his nose and mouth as his anger rose to an unbearable point.

"There's nothing you can give him?"

"I'm sorry, there's nothi-"

"You mean, all these fucking medicines, and not ONE WILL HELP HIM?!" He screamed, smacking dozens of bottles of pills to the floor.

The singer gasped loudly as Albert grabbed him and pinned him to the floor, holding him still.

"Julian. Stop it, man. It's not going to solve anything!!" Albert yelled into his ear, knowing that the sane Julian could hear him somewhere in there.

"Then what is, Albert? You tell me! What the fuck is going to solve anything?!" Julian screamed, flailing his limbs outwards, slapping Albert sharply across the face.

Albert lost it.

Punch after punch, he threw at Julian's face, drawing more blood for each blow. Julian fought off Albert, managing to spin around, and slamming him to the floor, continuously bashing his head onto the hard floor.

"S-Stop, Julian! Fightin-"

Julian violently threw his fist at Al's face, stopping short in the middle of the attack.

"Fighting...It's not gonna solve anything, man. Look at us. We're fucking idiots."

Julian breathed in slowly, blood slowly trickling from his nose. And all at once, Julian was crying again. He collapsed onto Albert, sobbing into his chest, blood and tears mixing together, making a mess on Alber'ts shirt.

"It's okay, Julian. Nick's going to be fin-"

Beeeeeep.

Julian gasped, his eyes widening. Albert's words caught in his throat, because words....are just words. They weren't going to make Nick better.

And there was nothing to be done now.

Albert held the speechless Julian tightly, no more words to say.

"N-Nick..." Julian sobbed, clutching onto Albert's shirt.

He would never be able to hear those unique, skilled riffs that Nick played just for fun, that any other person would take years to perfect. He would never again be able to stare into those pristine, blue eyes, that were as big and as blue as swimming pools.

"C'mon, Julian," Albert said softly, standing up with Julian in his arms.

"He...He's....In a better place."









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Subject:First Story...?
Time:04:07 pm
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Well to be honest, I'm a little scared about posting this. It's still Work-In-Progress, and I guess this is just chapter one. I'm not gonna make it long and drawn out, but you know. Slashiness In second chapter. :)

Title: Dios Mio.
Pairing: Fab/Nikolai, slight Julian/Nikolai.
Rating: PG-13. Cursing and slightly suggestive stuff.
Disclaimer: It didn't happen. Ever.
Author's Note: You know, I'm pretty positive the band didn't quite form this way. But it didn't happen in real life so my imagination went wild. Also, there's no Albert in it. Sorry, Albie.

Dios Mio. Oh God. It was starting to catch on. Ever since Julian and Nick took it upon themselves to welcome a new member in the band (well, at least Nikolai was unfamiliar to him), Nikolai was instantly on his toes. The new guy was a small, foreign looking boy, with dark, curly ringlets, and an all-too positive attitude that gave a weird vibe to the band, he thought.

And so, for the next several weeks, Nikolai would spend what used to be cherished nights with his best friends during the best years of his life, watching warily as Fab would tag along with them, being extremely immature.

But nobody seemed to mind. Not even Nick, whom had always been quite infamous for showing his rough exterior to newcomers; or anyone else from the outside world, pretty much.

It was amazing - and pretty hilarious to Nikolai, how Nick had such a split personality. One moment, those beautiful, crystal eyes would be just big, blue and helplessly adorable, yet in the next split second, they would be cold, and heartbreaking in an instant. They weren't like that around Fab.

Nikolai didn't really mind Fabrizio for the most part, but it amazed him, (not in particularly a good way,) how easily Fab fell into every single one of Julian's intoxicated, sexy man-traps. He didn't quite approve of it. It's not that his best friend was making more use out of Fab than a drummer. Nikolai knew that he could have Julian whenever he wanted to.

He just couldn't help but to notice and point out....That Fab was so fucking gullible. He was a little whore. And Nikolai really wanted to slap some sense into him about it.

But Nikolai found himself in another conflict with himself.

Why did he even care so fucking much about the kid?

If he truly didn't, he wouldn't be so mad at him. But why was he mad? He didn't care about Fab.

As Nikolai thought about this and scrutinized Fab's faults, the energetic drummer himself sauntered up to him with a swagger that screamed 'your'e trying way too hard, kid.'

"You need something?" The string of words flew bitterly from Nikolai's lips.

"I can't just stand next to you?" Fab shot back, having a razor sharp edge to his voice.

Nikolai raised his eyebrow and looked away coolly, thinking that maybe Fab did have the stuff that would fit for the band's 'cool' attitude criteria. As this thought processed through Niko's brain, a bitter smile tore across his thin lips.

"What're you smiling at, Niko?" A slightly tipsy Julian mused from across the room. All at once, everyone in the small room they practiced in looked up at him - perhaps for different reasons. Hell, what are the chances?

As if it were controlled by some remote, Nikolai's face snapped back to its serious default.

"Nothing." He replied quickly, fighting the red flush that spread across his cheeks instantly. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. This is not happening again.

Julian nearly sashayed over to him in a manner that Nikolai was positive looked good on nobody else except for Julian.

"Best friend," Julian teased, and also prying at Nikolai at the same time. How could he even have the nerve to do that while drunk, for Christ's sake?

He ran a smooth finger up Nikolai's hot throat, his half-lidded brown eyes showing a look of persistence, and also that relaxed, intoxicated look he always got. As Julian spoke, his alcohol-stained breath trailed into Nikolai's nose and mouth, sending up a burning sensation.

"Fuck off, Julian." Nikolai muttered through his teeth, shoving his drunken band mate aside. He knew only Julian, his best friend, would be able to see through him.

And right now, Nikolai was a glass door.

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Subject:Myyyy storyyyy
Time:10:44 am
Current Mood:hothot
This is just some PWP
First time posting here
Pairing: Nick/Julian
Word count: 900
Disclaimer: you guys know it didn't happen
Rating: R for drugs and sex

Here it is omg wowCollapse )
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Subject:Third post! Story time!
Time:02:17 pm

Title: ‘B-Side’
Author: peep_scarf108
Pairing: Nick/Julian
Word Count: ~4,400
Rating: Uh. PG? Nothing too serious.
Summary: “He looked pissed but he probably wouldn’t bother. We are a long way up.”
Author's Note: Third post!
Based on what Nick said in an interview about tapes. This story just appeared after seeing that interview once. Don’t judge me.
I MISS THIS COMMUNITY :C
Also, I’m not entirely sure of Nick’s sister’s ages etc. So just go with it x

Disclaimer: None of this is real. I made it all up. This is not, at all, meant to be taken seriously.

This community isn't dead. I just suck at finishing my stories, that's all. x Collapse )

Feedback / comments are love!
Seriously. I'd love to know what people liked or didn't like. Whether there were parts which were confusing or just didn't read well. Your favourite or least favourite line. Anything x
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Subject:This community is dead...
Time:04:18 pm
Current Mood:lonelylonely
I just discovered you guys, and reading your fanfictions has made me feel so many feels. I sit in class and feel feels while I read them.

Please come back everybody.
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Subject:Just some light Strokes pr0n
Time:05:29 pm
Title: Just some light Strokes pr0n
Pairing: Fab Moretti / Julian Casablancas
Rating: R
Word count: 471
Disclaimer: sadly all the Strokes are involved in het relationships - none of this is true.
A/N: All the communities I like are SLOWLY DYING. The stuff I'm posting may not be that good, but I'd really like to increase traffic
P.S. I like comments, comments are good.
http://wildbrownhorses.livejournal.com/1319.html
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Subject:Second post :3
Time:08:43 pm
Please, people. Post. Just post anything. <3
Also, I don't know how to make sure posts can be commented on. Last time it was set to 'Journal Default' it didn't let someone comment. =/


Title: Popular.
Author: peep_scarf108
Pairing: Nikolai/Julian
Word Count: 1628
Rating: G! Bit of angst, bit of fluff.
Summary: Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Author's Note: Second post!
(I know I suck at titles. They’re just intrinsically named so I can remember which is which.)

Disclaimer: None of this is real. I made it all up. This is not, at all, meant to be taken seriously.

Love goes to anybody for just reading the above text let alone the story.Collapse )
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Subject:First Post!
Time:09:44 pm
Well, hello there. I see this place is full of tumbleweeds and whatnot. I do hope more people start posting anything they think of =/
I write all the flipping time but I never ever post because I'm too scared. But I also don't want the last semi-active Strokes LJ comm to die so here goes:


Title: Drinkies
Author: peep_scarf108
Pairing: Nikolai/Nick
Word Count: 970 something
Rating: PG for alcohol. Also light ghey.
Summary:Sometimes Nikolai just didn't care.
Author's note:As I said, I'm normally too scared to post. Please don't hate me.

DISCLAIMER: None of this is real. I made it all up. This is not, at all, meant to be taken seriously.

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