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His words hit him like a fucking freight train. There's too many thoughts floating through his head to really pin point exactly what he wants to say, and all he can offer for the time being is a scrunch of his face, as if he didn't understand what the man had said. Because he was hoping that what he HAD heard wasn't real, and he's finally going psychotic from all the drugs that been continuously pumped through his system for the last fifteen years. It's a wonder the man is still alive.
Nick swallows, continuing to stare at him- unsure of how to even react. Does he lay into him ?? Does he yell at him ?? Scream until his lungs give out and he's coughing up blood ?? Leave it be ?? There's too many options he could go with, and yet none of them seem fucking right. The only thing this man can even muster up is a measly: " WHAT ?? "
hands are running over his face now, palms digging into his eyes — it doesn't help, so he settles for pushing himself off the counter instead. paces along the tiles of nick's kitchen as he tries to think of what to say. there was no easy way to say it, was there? he's quiet for another minute, questioning if this was the route he wanted to go. rawlins may decide that billy's the one that needs to die instead, if he didn't go through with this.
he's cursing under his breath before fingers tug at strands of dark hair: kicking himself for saying anything at all, yet also hoping that nick talks some fucking sense into him. there was no going back if he crossed this line. ❛ i fucking ⸻ ❜ he could lie, go home & get the job done, & nick would never the truth. & he considers it for much too long before making the decision to be honest, for once. ❛ he wants me to kill holly. thinks she's a distraction to me. ❜
TRUE, no one can outrun death. It will happen one day, though he hopes it's a day far, far away from this one, when he's almost a hundred years old, has had a good life, and in the arms of Rhaenyra, his beautiful wife. Though dreams still remain dreams for this man, he will never get what he wants. No, in fact his fate is already sealed at the hands of the Greens kingsguard.
Chest rises with a deep inhale, a smile spreading even further on his lips. He would offer his hand, and kiss hers, were she to accept. Though he takes his post too seriously. Maybe he should lighten up a little- after all, how is he to make her his bride if he doesn't ??
" I am going no where, my Queen. Not unless you wish it, not unless I am forced. "
"no, i imagine you are not." she manages a sliver of a smile in return for his grin. she fears more for anyone who dares face karcis, this much is true, for she knows no one can match his prowess with a sword. it does not stop her from worrying and fearing all those unlikely outcomes as even a well-skilled man can still be harmed. she would be lost without him at her side, without him near as her closest confidant and protector. yet the truth is, he is always far from her; always out of reach because of their stations and his oath.
"you are more honourable than they will ever be. i fear it means i will lose you." as she lost laenor and harwin.
♡ dante
from here
alright dante, ur not allowed to be almost perfect
♡ shane, game is rigged since 3 of them cant even apply /:
from here
it's fine, those three are just replaced with 'is shane walsh'
@dxsole asked: He's sipping his afternoon coffee a little too intensely. And he's quiet— well, Hugo is often quiet but he did seem to enjoy their morning chit-chats. Today it seemed he didn't have much to say— he only seems to ease up when he sees something moving in the corner of his eye. "Ah, have you seen Traugott?" It's said as casually as he could, seeing as he'd been silent for so long before. He nods his chin towards the rat that was now waddling in; Traugott had on a new sweater, a soft fuzzy green, and some sort of box tied up around his middle. Traugott, apparently, was none too pleased about being a ring bearer and made a sudden u-turn, making Hugo nearly choke on his coffee. "You might want to— get him," Although he's already stepping to grab the little troublemaker. "That's— that's for you."
Finger flips page after page of the book she's currently got her nose shoved in, hardly paying attention to the dedicated sipping Hugo's got going on. Holly can't tell the difference, not when she's so distracted by the plot. It's a good book, one that might become her favorite.
Finger presses to ink as she marks the spot she had left off, eyes following Hugo's own gaze to see the fat little rat waddling about, a nice fuzzy sweater wrapped around him. It's funny to see the little box sway back and forth. Book mark is now pressed into the spine of the book, closing it and setting it on the table.
" Why's he got somethin' for me ?? " She asks- though she's sure he didn't catch that. Holly stands, following in tow as Hugo scrambles for the rat, and in a sing song voice: " Traugoooootttt !! "
♡ john
from here
oh so he HATES her because he wont look at the instagram reels she sends him???? i see how it is
She knows he likes to yap- like the annoying younger brother she never had. Well, she hoped it was like this. Holly grew up an only child, she didn't have any siblings. It WAS nice distraction though, from all the violence and trauma she was constantly put through day in and day out, and constantly being reminded of the trauma she left at home.
That's not entirely true. On a surface level, yeah, he's a nut. No thoughts, head empty. It's FUNNY though. On a deeper level, she knows better than that. She knows how smart he truly is.
" You're LOSING, Soap !! "
@thehollyverse's holly & johnny soap mactavish / unprompted
“We’re gonna play the shut the fuck up game, you go first. Your turn!”
𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 — it's somewhat expected from the youngest to be a little stupid. he's chosen to be the comedic relief, to be the golden retriever, to be the chaotic one everybody expects to cause trouble.
141 needed someone like this : soap is sure price took candidates' personalities into consideration, knowing they'll complement each other.
because, in all seriousness, mactavish isn't stupid. he's one of the best snipers, a genius demolitionist, the youngest to join SAS.
and yet, holly sees him as yapper with head empty of any thoughts. and maybe that's better — she needs that kinda distraction, and so, he furrows his brows almost conedically, feigning offense.
❝ hey! that's unfair! ❞
soap protests, because he doesn't like this game. façade or not, he really likes to yap.
Of course Jonah would not. He would never dream of it. Persephone has the priest wrapped around her little fingers and he wont unravel any time soon. There's nothing she needs to be worried about. Not when it comes to him. Not when it comes to his love for her.
Palm presses to the back of her hand, smile spreading wide across his face. Lips purse to press a kiss to her own palm now. His adoration isn't feigned. It is very much real to him.
" Whatever it means to love you, I will do. My affection shows no bounds when it comes to you, Persephone. "
@thehollyverse (jonah) said: ❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜
she smiles, as if she hadn't already known. a hand softly cups his cheek, hazel eyes looking up at him with feigned adoration. thumb rubs a gentle circle into the soft flesh in such a small gesture of affection. every movement, every word, done in an effort to keep the man under her control. ❛ i have no desire to rip you apart, darling. ❜ that was a lie: one wrong move is all it would take for persephone to sic nickolas on the man, watch him bleed in her name. though, she does feel a small sliver of hope that it does not come to that. he would be difficult to replace.
* MEME, always accepting.
♡ carmy
from here
i shouldn't be surprised by the not telling her he loves her but for some reason i expected MORE OF HER BOYFRIEND
" Oooooh, now wait a fuckin' minute- " A finger in his direction now. IF ONLY Jimmy knew how fucking stupid she actually was, how she's just as bad as him when it came to violence ( though she is weaker, she defintiely enjoyed a bit of it ). " I changed my mind, I think we should go t'the hospital. "
Just simple based on the fact that it's a funny thought. Go in for a concussion, get probed instead. If it makes him uncomfortable then GOOD. Extra points.
" We'll just take that t'go then, yeah ?? "
She seemed like a smart girl. with a good head on her shoulders. She knew what she was talking about, and he trusted her judgement implicitly. "You're right," he began, stride uninterrupted, quiet contemplation by the drinks cabinet.
"I need a drink," makes his selection, the cure to, and cause of all concussions, vodka, "not a fucking prostate exam."
♡ richie hahahahaha
from here
honestly was not expecting a full fuckin card from this man, but we love to see it
@dxsole | cont.
Patience is not her virtue- not when it comes to Hugo, anyways. ESPECIALLY when he's between her thighs, nipping at the sensitive flesh. It sends a gentle jerk throughout her body, and she's sighing immediately. He presses his lips fully to her core and that's when she's stopped caring.
Holly knows he can't hear her, she knows he likes to watch, but the moment she feels any sort of pleasure, she's laid down completely, back arching into the mattress. Fingers lace through his blonde hair and hips roll upwards into his mouth softly.
Holly can't help it when he makes her feel this good already, whines and moans spilling from her lips, and thighs trembling around his head, even if she tries to keep them spread apart for him. It's difficult when he's good at what he does.
Toes curl, eyes squeeze shut and she's rolling hips up into his touch once again. His name leaves her lips- even if he can't hear it, she still does it just for him.
♡ constantine (disclaimer that chas is doing the driving, not him)
from here
all of this is very on brand for the man and i hate him :///
Bill is flicked onto the counter when he makes no move to snatch it up. Holly moves for the bag she's left on the opposite side of the counter. She digs out the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and shoving it in his direction, the other hand now digging around for the lighter.
It's all she has to offer, at least for now. The usual shit doesn't work on him- she can't base her self worth on the use of her body or how good of a house wife she is when he isn't like that. Doesn't fucking CARE. This friendship has been harder on her self esteem, and the drugs aren't helping. If Nick had half a brain he'd separate the two. But he doesn't.
" Man, I dunno, I'm just askin'. Take it. " She emphasizes her point again by making the same motion, shaking it in his direction. and as soon as the lighter is fished out, she offers that too.
Sucking the white tips of his fingers, tongue tucks itself in, and goes to sleep, while the rest of him comes alive to dance in the night. If we're being honest, if we're being real, it only lasts twenty minutes, a peak and a valley until the next hit, but if you really ply yourself, if you really do a lot, you can be flying high for days. It was in those days Jimmy did his best work. It was in those days we find ourselves now. A hard-earned break from calculated violence, to bask in the light of white fury, powdered good-times, to mar everything you see with infernal voice, forever and ever, for twenty minutes. They say time is relative, the nerds, but is it still relative when it's on fire?
"Course I want a smoke," he says after a while of letting the low beat wash over him, the noisy music he had on the speaker with over-kill bass, even on low all you could hear was thump, thump thumpthump, "kind'a question's that?"
♡ johanna
from here
ok this is the reason why they are married :///
♡ mikey
from here
no one was surprised by this lbrh
@dxsole | cont.
Nick would prefer the slap, but a kiss is most welcome too. It's funny to him that whenever he does mention his sex drive, most people laugh him off. He's not kidding though. But what he DOESN'T realize is how bad it is, it's become an ADDICTION. One he needs serious help for. But how could he say no when he's got a beautful lady so willing to ride him ?? ( unfirtunately, regardless of who it was, man or woman, he would not have said no ).
Digits squeeze her milky white flesh, nails pressing half moons into her. Teeth sink into his lower lip as he grins and eyes pull from her gaze, finding the spot between their two bodies where they meet. Yes, Didi makes pretty faces, but this is much more pleasing for him to watch, unfortunately.
" Yeah- " He says, casually. " I know, baby. "
♡ logan
from here
honestly we're surprised by a lot of this, namely the cuddling, mcdonalds, and taking care of her drunk ass
With Nick's many hours spent in a Catholic church, he has witnessed many a nun cornered, never done so himself. Not for reason's you'd think, at least. Nick was not a virtuous man by any means, but there was hardly much less that he cared about other than those who were bigger preying on those who were smaller, sexually. Nick unfortunately has seen a lot of that in his time. He makes jokes about it to lighten the situation and forget how fucked it all really was.
Grin spreads across his face, hand rakes across it and he lifts the glass to lips, downing the rest of the disgustingly warm liquid. Fuck it, just get it over with- he'll order a cold one from this bar anyways. Though he nods, sucking in air through clenched teeth.
" I mean, shit, we could get fucked into the ground in a multitude of places away from prying eyes but fuck it- WHY NOT ?? "
In his mind, the remaining brain-cells are writhing in agony, all two of them. He pictures those snot-nosed nerds, with glasses on or whatever, choking out on the floor, which was his skull. He dumped his phone on the table, in front of Nick, allowed his foot to jiggle his leg, which he had been attempting to hold back, the cocaine had vibrated into sand on the beach, no shape, just numbing landmass. He's looking over his shoulder, to make sure nobody in the bar says shit, waitress is looking. What's she gonna do? Those dying braincells both agree, that if she even comes over, Jimmy's gonna cut her.
"Corner many nuns? Ya fuckin' pest," growled and burped into his chest, there was something dripping out his nose, thick, trying his hardest to balance it on what remained of his nostril, "there's too many people in here. What's say me an' you clear this fuckin' joint out, huh? Good old fashioned lock-in. I ain't leavin' this place until I'm fucked, into the ground."
Nickolas King Russo is no quitter- he wont stop until she's a shaking and crying mess in hopes of recieving praise. Because he IS a good boy. And he deserves to be told so. Especially by a pretty lady like Didi.
Hips stop as he's focused now on her release, fingers curling upwards to hit that spot every single time as his tongue continues its movement against the bundle of nerves. He laps and laps and laps and doesn't come up for air any time soon, not until her slick is covering his fingers and his beard is wet. Fuck, he could stay here forever.
She's held down once more and it earns him a giggle— it's a short-lived sound as a moan replaces it as he does exactly as he's asked. Had she been more coherent she may have offered him some more praised, telling him how good he made he feel, how much she loved his touch— sentences are lost to her now.
Those thighs he's praising squeeze against his head seeing as she can't squirm away from all the humming and suckling and thrusting.
She did tell him she could take it and she could, but again, her mind does wander. Did she want to cum like this or by riding his pretty face? Or perhaps she should wait until she could be bent over something— or, seeing as Nick was certainly a strong man, he could just pin her to a wall where they'll be face to face and she could tell him pointblank what a good boy he was—
Perhaps her overactive imagination was a curse as it's only bringing her closer to the edge and making her tremble in his grasp.
His fingers curl in her and she lets out a sudden squeal that devolves into pleased laughter. "Again— do that again." Hands find his head again, now using poor Nick as something to steady herself with, lightly scratch at him as he nearly brings her over the edge— it was so close that her entire body jolted from the sensation. "Almost— please."