#𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 ; nico + noel

[nicoblair]

closed starter — @noelmatthews​

“This place fucking reeks,” Nicholas pointed out, announcing himself as he stepped into a room he was quickly labeling as his ‘safe space’ for the time being on this trip. Scrunching his nose, he dropped himself onto the bed seemingly untouched by Noel, sighing contently as he wiggled himself into the mattress. “What’d you do, hot box the place? Jesus Noel, least you could’ve done was crack open a window. You’re gonna land yourself on the housekeeping shit list right off the bat. Didn’t even have the courtesy to invite me over sooner.” Granted, the first thing he had done was sit down and take a few hits of his own shit. He figured he’d be able to handle his unfortunate roomie better if he weren’t sober around him. That didn’t get put to the test yet. “Did you know I got put in a room with fucking Spencer? Who planned this shit out?”

[nicoblair]

𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 ➣ 𝗻𝗼𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮

nico: whatever you're fucking doing rn

nico: drop it

nico: i've got shit you need to see.

[nicoblair]

but what the fuck was that look in your eyes?

[nicoblair]

I'll dream about your fingers on me You'll tell me that I'm wrong (thought you were mine, love), oh I'll tell myself you'll always want me You say I think too much, but I thought you were mine, love @noelmatthews