#nicholas scratch lockscreens

[artistxstuff]

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@𝑆𝑃𝐼𝐷𝑋𝑅𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑆

[messedupedits]

gavin leatherwood lockscreens.

please like/reblog if you use or save lockscreens.

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[snowraven007]

[thelockscreen]

é aquele negócio né meninas: se eu sentava nesse homem...

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[lovelockscreen]

Wallpaper/lockscreen- Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

[starkvling]

Giernan lockscreen ♡

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[systemrebell]

I made a Nicholas Scratch lockscreen! pls like/repost if used

[dangerouspacksz]

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[stuffsmedusa]

☪*ೃ nicholas scratch and ambrose spellman packs - requested by @calum--girl ☪*ೃ

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[infernum-ignis]

harvey or nick?

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[um213]

It’s me everyone ~~~. I’m back with another Nabrina’s lockscreen set. Like usual:

Nabrina/ Nickbrina lockscreens

Size: 16:9 (iPhone)

If you like it or use it, reblog will be really nice ~~~

[evolsinner]

⊱┊4

i wake up and lay my hand over…over empty white sheets. ugh, he’s left again! i know he’s trying to get the private jet ready without the authorities finding out but still.

i get dressed and go into the kitchen to prepare myself some coffee. i hate coffee, but i'm trying to be an adult after all. i flip the kettle on and hoist myself up on the pristine white marble benchtop.

i think about how i'm getting to see my best friend in a few days and i'm so excited! isaac and i, we’re staying in a hotel now and we’ve been here for like 3 weeks? yet i'm practically missing everyone like it's been a century.

the kettle shuts off and it jolts me back to consciousness. when i jump down from the benchtop, i hear firm knocks on the door. it's 10 am, why's isaac back so early? plus, just use the keys?

i open the door with a sleepy slash confused smile. "hey, daddy, you're b~"

what the fuck?

“who are you?”

“daddy?” he questions, looking at me like i made a joke.

“what?”

“never mind. marie. it’s you.”

“my middle name.”

"yes, your middle name. it's nice to finally make your acquaintance."

"it’s rosé," i correct in a curt tone. “i don’t go by my middle name.”

did i really just give away my real identify. this guy could be the cop or something. gee, i’m dumb.

"however you like it," he replies nonchalantly. "may i come in?" he peers over my shoulder curiously.

"you didn't answer my question," i assert. “you are?”

"i'm a friend of...of isaac's," he forces a smile. “yeah, of isaac’s. that what you call him, right? or is it da~”

“yes, isaac!” i shut him up.

should i let him in? what if he really is a friend of isaac’s. i’ve got such bad trust issues now cause of that dickhead theo! after doubting him for a brief moment, i step aside. i close the door and turn around to see him already making himself comfortable on the white couch.

"would you like something to eat/drink?"

pls say no.

"coffee would be great, thanks."

ugh.

"milk? sugar?"

"a long black," he watches me reach for a cup from one of the white cupboards. “i don’t like sweet things,” he says with a glint in his eyes. “bitter, the better.”

wait, do i know him?

“wait, do i know you?”

“i don’t think so… this my first time meeting ya, no?”

only psychopaths drink long blacks. hmmmmm. i stare at him as he stares back. did i just let a psycho into the hotel room? but he does kinda look cute though, lol. ash brown hair and mysterious overall. i’m engaged, stop it!

"careful," he warns me from the couch, smirking.

did he just hear my thoughts? and that's when the hot water overflows out of the cup. "shit!"

the stranger chuckles quietly to himself and looks away.

i hold the kettle upright and take a quick step back. i clean the place up and finally hand him the cup. i sit down opposite him. he takes a slow sip then places the cup on the glass circle table in front of us.

he looks around the apartment with wonderment. "how much a night?"

"excuse me?..!”

"the place," he clarifies. "how much for a night is it to stay here?"

"oh... umm, i don't know. isaac actually pays for it."

"'course he does."

what's that supposed to mean?

"why are you here again? did isaac want you to tell me something?”

“right, 'isaac'," he says, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice when he says my fiancé’s name like that. he inhales and exhales loudly, looking at me a bit too intently, "do you not recognise me at all?"

"am i supposed to?" swear i've looked into those eyes before...

“astonishing.”

then he takes his phone out and looks at the time on the lockscreen.

"i'm sorry, i didn't catch your name?" i grab his attention again and some part of me wished i hadn't.

he looks directly into my eyes, a bit stunned at my question. "kayrem."

something twitches in my brain like an itch that i can't quite scratch or a thing that you can't put your finger on. but it's there, it's familiar, only it's in hiding, hibernating. what is it? i bring my hand to my neck, squeezing tightly. it’s starting to hurt for some reason.

“neck strain?” he asks.

“no,” i put my hand down.

"ight, listen." he scoots over to me and talks to me carefully like i'm a kid. "let's look past all the small talk and get down to business. isaac has a car ready for you outside. he wants me to take you to him so you can guys can..can get away and whatever.”

"but yesterday he told me we'd have to wait a little while longer? and i still gotta meet larissa."

“larissa?”

“my friend?”

“…look, i’m only telling you what he told me. mar..rosé, plans have changed, it's today now." he stands up. "let's go, we don't wanna hold him up.”

"okay," i stand up. "let me pack a few things real quick."

"no."

"pardon me?"

"i mean, t~there's no need for that. isaac said to come as you are."

"call him," i say spontaneously. "i want to speak to him first."

a flash of surprise washes over his pale face before he quickly hides it. "he said he doesn't want to be disturbed."

"fine, then i'll call him."

i reach into my back pocket, pulling out the new phone isaac got me. i haven't even unlocked it when this guy grabs that same hand and speaks not an inch away from my face.

"let's get going now, rosé. i ain’t got the time for this shit and neither does he."

…

his ringtone breaks the sudden tension.

i automatically glance down at his phone.

on it reads, 'nicholas'.

my throat goes dry unnaturally fast. i look back into the stranger’s eyes and now i know why i've found them so familiar. it's the exact same colour as mine... he allows me to free my arm and with it i take a sudden step back.

"yeah?" he holds the phone to his ear. "she's right in front of me ... he's out ... the place is empty ... told ya i'd get the job done."

"you...you work for my dad?" i croak out.

he smiles fondly at me, still talking into the phone. "sure thing, father."

i think i've stopped breathing.

"don't worry she won't be going anywhere," he ends the call and looks at me triumphantly. "surprise, little sister. missed me?"