#nuks: samara.

[giallifilm]

❛ everything is going to be okay. ❜ / @nuks

" yeah, you think so? " their smile is bright, the corners of her eyes crinkling. " i mean, i think i'm doin' alright. alright's really all you can be these days. y'know, you gotta find the positives in everything or your life's gonna be awful. " annie raises a hand, palm up as if to stop themselves from talking. " i'm sorry. i know i'm ramblin'. you gonna be okay, sweetheart? i didn't mean to just keep goin' on. i really do wanna know about you. "

[luminarot]

Send 🖼️ and I’ll make a moodboard of our muses’ relationship!

Benji & Samara ( @nuks ).

[writesghosts]

" so what do you think ? " it's not often he does this . too wrapped up in his own work , the frantic pace and unyielding pressure of must and need came before seeking the opinion and approval of others . too scared of the criticism you know you will receive, so you hide and you write more and more and more until no one can bear it smudged pages , still warm from the printer and already marked with red correction ink , sit neatly stacked in her hands . he fights against the impulse to snatch them back . " it's not really my usual kind of work . " / @nuks

[ourpretender]

— @nuks liked for a starter.

he treats her to a myriad of feel-good substances; nothing extreme, nothing responsible for tooth decay or ones brain melting ash black — but a slew of clinking glasses of wine, a joint shared from filtered end to filtered end. samara is too good of a mother to risk heavy inebriation, but oliver plies anyway, a sweet disposition to make up for all the bitterness: "i don't imagine you allow yourself much time to unwind like this."

[thegreywolfwalking]

closed starter for @nuks - samara & oskar

FINALLY, THE WELL DESERVED BREAK THAT OSKAR YEARNED FOR. NO CONTRACTS, NO MISSIONS. TIME HE COULD SPEND BEING HIMSELF. oskar would be at a local coffee shop, he often liked supporting local businesses; they put a lot of love into their work. his coffee order wasn't that complicated; he often drank black coffee with no sugar as he would often play off that he was 'sweet enough'.

as he took his order and was about to leave; he would accidently bump into a woman; coffee spilling over his t-shirt. oskar didn't care about the t-shirt, but he checked on the woman he bumped into and checked she was okay. " hey, are you okay? i'm so sorry about that, let me buy you another coffee as me saying sorry. "

[neptunc]

@nuks continued from HERE

tony initially felt nervous, approaching samara in a public space. he'd recognized her from author pictures on the back of a few books he'd read and felt COMPELLED to speak with her. and what better way than to buy her a coffee, right? while his brows scrunched a bit at her request, a head tilt along with it, tony ended up nodding and walking up to order. when he returned to her table, he handed her drink over her computer, her name clearly written on the side. mistake number one of not getting caught knowing her. "you looked in distress— in major need of a caffeine RESCUE." he chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink.

[ourpretender]

— local bookstore, present day. @nuks

it starts as a hobby, a familiar habit, a feeling stretched and malleable; a curious name hooked onto a curious life onto a curious set of skills, where oliver finds himself awake, attentive, caffeinated and energized by a flurry of pages; by a woman, by her story. it's a sprout that unfurls, leafy and green where the pieces fall into place, and the black and white portrait of samara reyes is colourized before his eyes. she is as pretty on the inside flap of her autobiography as she is in person. mitford's 'pursuit of love' and du maurier's 'rebecca' are held upon his hip, romantic classics tinged with tragedy and reflective in their sensitivity. it paints oliver tender, draws him sincerely curious and unbothered by gendered stereotype, by rigid social structure. his shoulders roll, arch back in brave posture, then rounding the corner — effectively stumbles into samara with a played shock. " — oh! — sorry, that — sorry, are you alright?" oliver shifts back onto a leather heel, wide-eyed blues tracing the knuckles of their collision before holding out a free hand. a small, calculating smile peeks into view. "the rows are narrow enough that this ought to happen more often."

[giallifilm]

📐 + for annie and samara!!

luv that they're the same height like that's cute!! / @nuks

[thegreywolfwalking]

[FLIRT] from Samara!

❛ SAMARA ! where on earth did that come from? ❜ he would laugh softly, smiling widely. ❛ I mean, I appreciate you flirting with me - what else have you go in store for me? ❜ ( @nuks )