#nick reblog

[chaotic-nick]

There's an awkward silence– or maybe he'd grown scared of the silences that came with her when she entered the room. Of course the two would invite her to their house party.

Levi warned him to keep his high school like emotions in check and Zeke tried to ease his partner's words with a 'good luck'.

"Hey," he tried when (Y/n)'s eyes merely glanced his way. Atleast she offered an eyebrow raise and a curt smile in return to a sorry attempt.

"Congratulations," Hange threw at (Y/n). At this, Miche's eyebrows furrowed.

And even further when she said, "It's nothing really, we should be congratulating those two. This big of a house is this economy?"

He could try cracking in the perfect joke for (y/n) to break into giggles.

"Hey," instead he did that once she leaned on the wooden beam, busy on her phone.

"Heard you the first time, Miche."

"What's up?"

"My body's all good despite the sex," a flat tone.

Shaking his head no that his blonde hair made it look like a holden retriever took form a human, (Y/n) looked away to conceal her smile. "No, no, no. What's everyone congratulating you for?"

"Being a bitch—"

And this time Miche tried. In a tone that made her confess— right before he kissed her in their college days— "(Y/n)."

"Fine, fine," she sighed, "everyone's saying congratulations far too much now, I forgot what it's for."

He patted the spot next to him on the staircase.

Joining him, she still avoided his gaze and looked ahead the picture frames yet to be put up. "Published again, interviews—"

"Job?"

"TV, Miche."

"Ah!"

"Yeah, so TV interviews and all the other stuff."

"what kinda of stuff?"

She looked at him, bringing her head down to her shoulders. "I'd rather not."

"Must be a big thing." He held her stare with his, words of 'what are we from here?' to 'are we still in this weird limbo of friends who hate each other but have really really really good sex?'

"Probably," she drawled, "I don't feel it like that, Miche. Honestly, I'm burnt out."

And this time he wore a braver face— maybe an obnoxious one, to ask, "maybe I can cook something up and it'll go away."

He watched her shoulders heave up. then avoided his concerned eyes. "Yeah, maybe," allowing herself to lean on his forearm while she hugged her knees. "Can I?"

Wrapping his arm around her frame, Miche pulled her closer to him. In the silence of the stairs, their confusion with each other grew and yet they'd rather let it suffocate them. Again.

And again.

Until all that Miche could do was kiss tge top of her head and ask, "What's wrong?"

"I–" she closed her eyes, savouring his warmth, "You—me, us. All of this."

[a/n] here's something straight from my head when I couldn't get rid of the Miche itch, grammar errors, cussing, dialogue and what not

Miche Zacharias x reader | old flames, modern au

Standing in his kitchen, it's a quiet night except for his low hums against her shoulder. Miche insisted that (Y/n) stand in front of him as he cooke— worked?

Cooked and worked at the same time.

His ipad open to his emails coming in continuous rings one minute. Then a single ring. Then again.

"You ..." she breathed, "didn't need to cook for me."

Miche only hummed again. This time much longer. Even pressing himself against her as he set his knife down. "Why?"

"What why, Miche?"

"Why don't you want me to cook for you?"

"Because you have work tomorrow," then pointed to the ipad, "and you still have it now."

Quietly, he went back to chopping. How he kept his left hand on (Y/n) she didn't know. The skills you gain as a world class chef, as one may guess. "It's the only time I can cook for you. You still eat the spicy stuff?"

"so insistent in cooking for me." She turned around, hugging him.

"couldn't cook for you when we fucked in college." He dared joke.

Though (Y/n)'s hands, rested on his waist, grew cold. Remembering how in love—

"You know," momentarily, he stopped. Finding her hands to hold. "I wasn't ready to commit back then."

"Like you'll ever be ready to commit."

"I couldn't give you the life you deserved–"

"Bullshit!" She spat. "It was my parents spoiling me– heck! I can't even afford the shit they got me now that im working."

"What I'm saying is," Miche cleared his throat, "is- is I'm someone you can be proud of having now"

"I would've been proud of you even then," confused, (Y/n)'s eyes welled with tears. "The fuck is with you and committing, Miche?"

"Look," holding her hands in his, and begging for her to look at him, Miche crouched to her level, nearly knealing. "Please, look at me, (Y/n)."

"No. Fuck off." Childish banter to steer him away. "It took me years to completely remove you from my head, thinking about you in everything i did when you- YOU probably fucked around more in Europe."

In a quiet tone, and as the realisation set in, Miche spoke "You still ... love me don't you."

Nodding as her lips pressed into a thin line, "Thought I didn't, and then we fucked around again. And there you go."

Silence hung in the air. Miche's forehead against hers, green eyes cast down their feet standing in front of each other. When will they be like this again. "We're not in our twenties anymore."

"You're not ready to commit."

"I am now." Peppering the side of her face with soft kisses, he confessed, "only if it's you. I swear."

"You're so confusing," she sobbed. "So, so, so confusing, Miche."

"Just— one chance, or if not that just stay longer let me cook for you. Please, [Y/n]."

Swallowing any sob that wanted to escape and a hand wiping her eyes, she only pulled away. "I have to go, Miche. I'm sorry."

[baenuit]

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𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝟭𝟭.𝟭𝟭 ׅ 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗂��𝗈.

𝕱 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂.

𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗇 ゜𝟮𝟰

𝖭𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫

𝗍𝗋𝖾̂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 ➜

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝓵𝓵𝖾𝗅 感覺.

mood──bios

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand 1994

"Red Right Hand" is a song by Australian rockband Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. It was released as a single from their eighth studio album, Let Love In (1994), on 24 October 1994. The title comes from John Milton's epic poem Paradise Lost (1667), in which it refers to divine vengeance.

The song has become one of Nick Cave's signature songs, being performed at most of his concerts. It has since become best known for its use in the Scream film series and later as the theme song to the British period crime drama TV series Peaky Blinders, which resulted in the song receiving a re-release single in 2014. It has been covered by Arctic Monkeys, PJ Harvey, Iggy Pop, Jarvis Cocker and Snoop Dogg, among others.

"Red Right Hand" received a total of 67% yes votes! Previous Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds polls: #103 "Where the Wild Roses Grow".

[strnilolo]

blanket hog

summary: matt steals the blankets

warnings: cursing, one dirty joke, very short

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“hey guys!” nick starts up the vlog for this weeks wednesday vlog and begins to explain what is going on at the moment.

“we didn’t vlog when we got here but.. we’re on day two- we slept here last night” nick made his way upstairs, telling the camera how he was going to sneak into you and matt’s shared room to wake you up for the days adventure.

“morning” you smile from your spot in bed, your body curled underneath you to conceal the little amount of warmth you have.

“i’m so cold”

“what’d you say?” nick turns the camera back on to record your conversation.

“i’m freezing, fucking blanket hog kept me up all night” you bring the sheet up to your chin, curling into matt’s back.

nick laughs out loud, now realizing the lack of blankets on your side of the bed

“this is crazy- the lack of blanket in this area”

“look- go to that side of the bed. look at matt”

you watch as nick walks to matt’s side of the bed.

“yeah no, this is crazy-“ nick cuts himself off with a gasp, seeing the blanket fully on matt and the floor.

“wowwww”

“yeah i woke up fucking freezing” your voice small as you shiver underneath the sheet, teeth chattering.

“matt??” nick grabs the boys attention, making him speak for the first time that morning.

“you wanna know what’s crazy? i’m really hot” the two of you roll your eyes, laughing at the sleep in matt’s voice.

“whatever matt- give me the blanket” you grab the blanket from across matt- finally pulling it onto yourself.

“this is insane. matt do you do this every night?”

“yes!” you loudly shout at the air, pulling the blankets off of you for a brief second.

“ do you think i choose to sleep in sweats or pajama pants every night?” “swear this kid is the worst to sleep with” shaking your head, you cover yourself back up.

“ayo??” chris laughs, poking his head into the door.

“chris. don’t be weird” nick turns the camera between your face and chris’ before turning it off so that the four of you can get started with your day.

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[chaotic-nick]

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[the-kipsabian]

[baenuit]

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/𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋**

𝖽𝖺𝗒¹ ─ 𝒂 ' 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋. uma flor originária das ilhas distantes localizadas em meu coração.

𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗎 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼.

𝟳% 𝟢𝟦:𝟢𝟢𝖠𝖬 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅⁴

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𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 ── 𝘃𝗼𝗹¹

𝖽𝖺𝗒² ── 𝗈𝖼𝗍 , ✿︎皃. "my heart becomes a private island, just for my love for you to inhabit"

𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗆, ♥︎弱い ╲ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌.

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[chaotic-nick]

@stigandr-the-cat 🥺😭

Choso vs internet

[evaapriless]

Hello loves <3

Surprise - I didn’t stop at making Charlie Spring’s room! As of earlier today, here is my miniature version of Nick Nelson’s room!!!

Had the perfect box (no space on the shelf yet) and with a few minor adjustments (namely the vaulted ceiling) I had convinced myself that I needed this in my life XD

About 5 hours, some cardboard and LOTS of fabric scraps later, I now have Nick’s room as a little nook to match my earlier one of Charlie’s room!

Also, check out this one of Tori’s room!!

There was a LOT of hand sewing in this one, but I got the beanbag right on my 2nd try (the first attempt was more a hackey sack lmao) and managed to match as much as I could to the illustrations AND Nick’s room in the tv show.

psst! look at the computer on the beanbag!!

Anyway I just figured I’d continue posting these on here since it’s where I originally put Charlie’s room on, so I hope y’all like it :D

really want @aliceoseman [ @chronicintrovert ] to see this 😭

Unrelated but check out this thing I made while reading The Reappearance of Rachel Price

[military-newsboys]

Ice: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? Mav: No, but after I drink 23 glasses of wine I start seeing the hat man. Goose: THE WHO? Mav: Oh, so suddenly this is not a safe space?

[nonchalantlucy]

woah! how did this edit get here! well, since its here some might as well write a fic based off of it! preferably smut, but anything works (PLEASE MAKE IT SMUT)! ofc no one has to write this, just an idea (SOMEONE WRITE IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!)! oh and, they should reblog this and write the fic as part of the reblog 😻

[chaotic-nick]

I wish I was drunk then I'd have an excuse for all this

Ex boyfriend Iwaizumi who beats the hell out of the stranger that squeezed your tit in some shoddy bar.

It's not his scene to begin with and he's hanging on by the excuse of mutual friends if anyone asks why he's here. It's not so he can see you because he misses you so damn bad. He agreed to the break up you initiated afterall, not wanting to seem clingy or weak when you said you wanted to work on yourself.

"Did she say you could fuckin' touch her?" Iwaizumi spit, all hard syllables and gruff tone. He's got his chest puffed up, not caring about the scene he's causing when everyone turns to see him leering down at the stranger he just layed into on the floor. "Don't touch whatever the hell you feel like, jackass."

It's so crass, so harsh and filthy. Iwaizumi mockingly kicks the toe of his shoe into the guy's shoulder and smirks down at him.

"So fucking pathetic. You're not even self aware, are you? She's way out of your league, man." Iwaizumi is so cocky when he gets like this, and he only ever gets like this when it comes to you. Gone are his well kept manners and perfect son-in-law personality. You made him insufferable. He's greedy for the first time- selfish. You had a manicured hand around his heart since he got his first pimple, and now so many years later, as a full grown man, he's still just as taken with you.

He feels your hand twine with his from behind before he can see you, and wordlessly pulls you to the exit where the fresh air bathes both of your dimly lit faces. He turns and hugs you before you can say anything, one arm holding you close to his chest, the other on your hip.

He shouldn't be missing you this bad, indirectly asking you to take him back a mere two weeks after you seperated.

"See that? I turn into such a bastard when I don't have you, baby."

"You’ve always been a lil bastard, Haji," you try to tease with a hand pulling through his thick hair, but your ex shuts it down quickly.

"Nah," he mumbles against your jaw, not quite kissing, but mouthing his lips against the skin. "Only been like that since you came into my life. I used to be a good kid, you know."

His deep chuckles tickle your tummy and the scent of beer just barely reaches your nose.

"You're drunk."

"As if. One beer won't do a thing to me, you know that," he sighs into your ear before quietly confessing, "I wish I was drunk. Then I'd have an excuse for all of this."

"All of what?" You ask carefully.

It's playing dirty and Iwaizumi knows that, but he answers with a kiss.

No man has and no man will ever kiss you like Iwaizumi kisses you.

All the love he's stored up for you in his body transfers through his slightly chapped lips into yours, the warm tip of his tongue flicking the perk of your top lip gently before slipping in with ease. It feels like he was made to do this, to kiss you and love you and protect you. You sigh into him, softening in his firm arms and extending his insurance on you for at least another day.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds & Kylie Minogue - Where the Wild Roses Grow 1995

"Where the Wild Roses Grow" is a murder ballad by Australian rock band Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds and pop singer Kylie Minogue. It was the lead single from the band's ninth studio album, Murder Ballads (1996). It was written by the band's frontman, Nick Cave, and produced by Tony Cohen and Victor Van Vugt.

The song received a positive reception from music critics and became the band's most successful single worldwide, reaching No. 3 in Norway, the top five in Australia, and the top twenty in the UK, Ireland, Germany and New Zealand. It also received a limited promotional release in the United States.

"Where the Wild Roses Grow" received a total of 56,6% yes votes. Kylie has previously been featured on the polls with "Confide In Me" at #13.

[strnilolo]

ridiculous

concept: matt always holds your hand behind his back without paying much attention, so you and chris decide to see how long it takes him to notice you’re no longer holding his hand.

warnings: none, g/n for the most part except for one mention of high heels, pure fluff. lowercase intentional, not proofread

an: short but sweet, had to feed my children.

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“how much do you want to bet if someone else was holding his hand he wouldn’t notice?” chris leans towards you, laughing lightly before going in go act out your bet.

“oh he definitely won’t notice, watch” you slowly let go of matt’s hand, watching it fall before chris taps his hip to gain his attention.

without a second thought, matt opens his hand behind his back, taking chris’ in his. you quickly snap a photo, before you and chris burst out laughing with each other, almost falling over in your heels.

“what-“ “oh what the hell, chris what?”

you and chris make eye contact before losing control once again, falling into a fit of laughter.

“we were betting to see if you would even notice if i wasn’t the one holding your hand” you lean into his shoulder, still giggling at the thought of matt holding chris’ hand without noticing.

“you guys are ridiculous” matt rolled his eyes before taking your hand once again, this time pulling you to his side as to not lose sight of you.

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[the-kipsabian]