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barbara-hbu replied to your post: ooc: is there anyone around anymore? other than...

Im still here aha

LOVING ON YOU RIGHT NOW!

#barbara-hbu #ooc

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Hearing someone describe himself and his life back to him was hard for Nick. Part of him wanted to argue it because he was so much more than those things, but on the flipside, George didn’t know about the other parts. George didn’t know the secret parts of Nick that only really came apparent after knowing him for an extended period of time. The bitter honesty coming from George was more than Nick could stand and if it wasn’t for the giggle that fell from George’s lips, Nick probably would’ve panicked.  Cuddling the boy a little closer than was probably necessary, Nick took another swig from the bottle and then tipped it in George’s direction, it seemed the logical choice of course; offering alcohol in copious amounts when things got too serious.  “Well, we can still say words so I don’t think we’ve drunk enough yet.” Nick’s eyes were blurry so he tried blinking, nuzzling his nose against the top of George’s head.

  The cuddling was nice. Nick had missed cuddling so he was unbelievably grateful to George. A small, almost sad smile stretched at Nick’s lips when George confirmed their friendship. He wasn’t expecting the warm lips that pressed against his cheek and he was almost sure that hazy confusion probably washed across his face. He glanced down, eyes following the bottle being lifted out of his hands. “You’re my friend,” Nick said softly, lifting the backs of his fingers to brush across George’s cheek. Feeling a strange surge of cheekiness, Nick cupped George’s cheek. His long fingers framed George’s jaw, his thumb hooking around George’s chin. Leaning forward Nick pressed his own lips to George’s, keeping it chaste before leaning back. “I’m sorry.” Nick meant it. Well, he meant it if George was uncomfortable with what happened and also because of the other boy in George’s life. “But I make it a rule in life to kiss all of my friends at least once.” Something that wasn’t a lie. Nick has snogged all of his friends on more than one occasion. He wanted to reassure George that it didn’t mean anything and that he was just a flirty drunk who may have a bit of a slaggy side as well, but he also didn’t want to demean the little show of fond affection. “You’re not going to disown me now are you?” Nick’s forehead creased. He was absolutely horrible at covering his emotions when he had a bit of booze in his system. He really couldn’t deal with losing anyone else out of his life, even if it was a new friend.

Let's Paint the Town || George & Nick

#lil sad george makes me sad #but nick likes to make out with his friends and kissing makes things better... right? #i ship us and i ship them #i miss this game :( #p: lptt

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ooc: is there anyone around anymore? other than sammy?

#ooc

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Nick Grimshaw at the BRIT Awards Red Carpet - 20 February 2013

#selfies #hi

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There were soft footfalls just before the door swung open which gave Nick long enough to push a smile on to his tired face. His eyes lit up when he saw Barbie though. For someone who had been ill for a while now, she looked good in spite of it. “Hey pretty lady,” he crooned, a self-conscious hand pushing through his hair as he waited out Barbie’s scrutinising gaze. Snorting out an amused laugh, Nick grinned at her. “I look terrible, you can say it,” Nick pointed out, a touch of amusement colouring his words. Once she welcomed him, Nick released the bag of ice cream to her care and weaved his way into her home. Eager eyes took in his surrounds and Nick smiled. He loved seeing how other people lived. Following Barbie into the kitchen, Nick leant against the doorframe and crossed his legs at the ankle, his hip popped out to balance him.

  With hooded eyes, Nick grinned at Barbie’s threat and made a soft ‘aw’ sound. She was about as scary as an aggravated kitten. He watched her carefully as she pulled out carton after carton of ice cream and self a little foolish. Maybe he had gone a little overboard. “Uh.”Rubbing his forefinger against his chin, Nick frowned and looked down at his shoes. “I wasn’t really sure what your favourite flavour is,” Nick explained slowly. “So I got the basics.” Hindsight was one of those wonderful things though. Nick realised he probably should’ve just gotten vanilla or chocolate – or both. Lifting his eyes to meet Barbie’s, Nick shrugged his shoulders and made a face. “I clearly wasn’t thinking. But hey, at least you won’t run out of comfort food for a while.” Pushing himself off of the doorjamb, Nick crossed to the island and propped his elbows up on it, his chin in his hands. “We could always just have a scoop of each, if you don’t know which one you want.” Squinting at her, Nick’s lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners. “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked sincerely.

Doctor Senses In Tact - Nick & Barbie

Hearing a knock on her door, Barbie hopped up from the place at which she was and rushed over to the door using the little bit of energy she had. Being sick really took the life out of some people, especially Barbie and she had only realized how much energy she had lost after getting overtaken by this deathly sickness. As she finally approached the door, she twisted the knob loosely, allowing it to swing open whilst trying to use as little energy as possible. Involuntarily, she brought her hand up to her hair and ran her fingers up her scalp before looking up and eyeing Nick. “You look uh..” She began with a slight mumble, not wanting to say something offensive or have him take her comment the wrong way. “You look pretty good for someone that’s sick!” She continued, deciding that her comment was appropriate with the harsh truth mixed in there well enough. And Barbara wasn’t one to judge which she was fully aware of considering when she got sick she had stopped bothering to look presentable. It was difficult to have the motivation to get up and apply makeup and do all of the actions that she did on a regular basis. She couldn’t help but feel as if she was forgetting something while she was assessing how her life was while she is sick. It took her a few moments before realization finally hit her. Her friend was ill and out in the cold and she hadn’t even offered to let him inside.

“Come in!” she exclaimed with slight worry on her face. She felt very lacking in common sense at the moment but she couldn’t blame her sickness for everything so she just decided to accept the fact that sometimes life caught her off guard and she forgot things. “Oh and here let me help you with that!” she phrased her sentence as an offer but didn’t wait for him to accept nor decline, taking the bag from his hands and making her way over to the kitchen so she could empty them out. She allowed him to follow, making sure to shut the door behind him as he made his way inside with her. Plopping the bag on her island once she reached the kitchen, she eyed it curiously wondering why on earth it would be so heavy if she only asked him to pick up a pail for her. Turning to Nick, she raised her eyebrow before huffing at him. “I swear Grimshaw if you even spoiled me the slightest bit I’m going to make you eat it all.” she joked, crossing her arms to let him know there was a slight seriousness in her tone. She only hoped that he didn’t go out and buy the whole store just for her. Being pampered in a sense of ice cream was a weird idea for Barbie, and the only reason she was getting worked up over it was because she didn’t like it when people did things for her and she couldn’t do anything in return. Peeling back a little bit of the bag she could already see multiple cartons stashed within the bag that he had brought. Slowly, she emptied out the bag carton by carton, reading out each flavour every time she picked up another one. “Strawberry, Chocolate, Vanilla, Mint…” she listed on and on until the bag was holding nothing. “Nick why did you get so much?” she asked curiously, her tone not upset but just wondering. She was going to help him eat it regardless because she loved almost every ice cream flavour but she wanted to hear his explanation just for the amusement.

#sry baby! not my best #para #p: dsit #c: barbie

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Nick Grimshaw attends the ‘House of Holland’ show during the A/W 2013 London Fashion Week at Brewer Street Car Park on February 16, 2013 in London, England.

#selfies #(his hair is magnificent)

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Smiling against George’s ribs, Nick took a breath before blowing a raspberry against George through his t-shirt. The fingers shifting and tangling in his hair made him all but purr. It had been far too long since anyone had played with his hair. Figuring his gangly figure was probably crushing the poor boy, Nick groaned and made himself move. Pushing himself up, Nick hovered over George for a moment, his face scrunching up in delight at the wonderful boy before collapsing into George’s side. “What can I say?” Nick asked, not really meaning it as a question. “I am maaaagnificent!” Tilting his head up, Nick gave George a sincere smile before his forehead crinkled. It took time for George’s tone of voice to sink in to his alcohol soaked mind. Out of sheer need to do something, Nick laced his fingers through George’s and cooed garbled nonsense at him. “Lovely, Golden, Georgey Porgey, puddin’ and pie,” he mumbled, pressing his chin into George’s bicep so he could watch him. “Shouldn’t be jealous of me.” Nick was insistent about that, a hint of self-loathing tinging his words.

  Nick didn’t like that, though. He didn’t want to be sad or maudlin; he wanted to be the old fun Grimmy who was the life of the party. Grimmy who didn’t have a care in the world. Making a face, Nick leaned across George and reached for the bottle of bubbles and huffed softly. “They should make these bigger,” Nick mused. “We’re making our way through them too quickly.” Something that was true. He should probably stop drinking it like it was water, but at the same time he liked the buzz. Flopping back across George, Nick briefly entertained the scandal that would unfold if someone spotted him draped across the teenager like the clingy twat he was. That thought gave way to the mild-panic induced worry that George might not want Nick so close to him. Nick just happened to be one of those touchy-feely types which was exacerbated by alcohol. “George,” Nick’s voice was a bit sluggish. He wanted to say ‘let’s get rip roaring drunk’ or ask the teenager what it was that he wanted to do. Another part of him wanted reassurances that he wasn’t a bad bloke but what came out was a slightly small, “We’re friends, right?” Rolling his eyes at himself, Nick took a giant swallow straight out of the bottle. 

Let's Paint the Town || George & Nick

#brOTP #para #p: lptt #c: george #sammyyyyy! i'm sorry it took so long!

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I'm so sorry. I had every intention of catching up on the paras but I'm absolutely wrecked. 3.5 hrs of sleep is not nearly enough. :( Sorry, my loves. I'm an absolute failboat. 

#ooc

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#selfies #such a goofball

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Alright, on your bike, George! The pancakes are like 15 inches big! They're giant and fluffy and ugh... I'm so hungry now. Let's go! Pancake party!

Neither can I, Grimmifer.  BUTTTTT TAKE ME TO THE MAGICAL PLACE OF PANCAKES!!  Please take me there???

#we have an amazing pancake house back home :( it's open 24hrs and it's pretty much the only thing i miss #indecent grimmy is my favourite

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Ha! I can't cook to save my life, Georgey Pop, buttttttt, I do know where to get some from!

Now I really want pancakes… Grimmy!!  Make me pancakes?

#those gifs were horrible #so distressing

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You have pancakes everyday?!

How do you know it’s not?

#useless is best! #:D #ily!!

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Why can't every day be pancake day?

#i'm editing now but if anyone wants to banter about pancakes with nick i'll love you forever #slstarter

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#selfies #this is beyond terrible

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Sometimes Nick had one of those moments where he couldn’t actually believe that his life was in fact his life. How did he have friends that were popstars and models and actors when he was just this gobby bloke who worked on the radio. Sure he exuded cool. He could sculpt his hair, wear the ‘’right’’ clothes and pretend that he was the coolest cat on the block but that didn’t necessarily mean he felt that way. Nick snorted, staring at his appearance in the mirror. His arms were too skinny, so were his legs and he had this little paunch, Nick grabbed a handful of his stomach and shook it, from not going to the gym for a few weeks. There were bags under his eyes that not even concealer could hide. And he was pale. Almost deathly so; which was fairly apt considering that he felt like he had died and was currently on reheat in the microwave or something like that. Sniffling, Nick fished into his pocket for a tissue and crushed it against his nose, it was like a tap that wouldn’t stop bloody dripping.

  He was half-tempted to go over to Barbie’s in his pyjamas because they were comfortably and hey, both of them were unwell, but vanity dictated that he needed to dress and make himself look more presentable. Tugging on a pair of black skinny jeans, Nick hopped from one leg to the other and did a little shimmy until they were buttoned up. With a plain white t-shirt and his favourite leather jacket over the top, Nick slipped his feet into a pair of sneakers and grabbed his keys and phone. He promised ice cream, so Nick stopped at the local store. Only he didn’t know what Barbie would like so he got vanilla, and chocolate, and mint choc chip, and some strawberry swirl thing for good measure. Pulling up at Barbie’s, Nick sat out the front for a moment as he waited out the coughing fit that had overcome him and then slowly made his way up to her door. Knocking on the door, Nick combed his fingers through his hair and held out the plastic grocery bag full of ice cream wondering if he should’ve brought films as well. “Doctor Grimshaw here,” Nick rasped, feeling a bit silly.

Doctor Senses In Tact - Nick & Barbie

It had been six days, going right through her birthday that Barbara had been sick. Six days of constant coughing, headaches and all-around pain. She had tried not to complain all too much, but there was the occasional person that she felt comfortable enough to rant about it to, only hoping that they wouldn’t mind her constant -what could almost be considered- whining. One of those people happened to be Nick, and when she had found out that he was also sick, she felt that she could give him the company he needed without worrying about the infection being spread into her system considering she was already sick. It was hard to remember who had suggested the meet-up but Barbie was just glad that somebody did because in all honesty Nick seemed like a very entertaining and personable kind of guy to be around, and that was something that she had always appreciated in a person.

It’s only common to want to clean up and make your room look presentable for your guest, but it took Barbara a lot of self-convincing in order for her to want to tidy up her room. It wasn’t that the person coming over wasn’t worth cleaning up her room for, she just couldn’t seem to find the energy for it. Eventually though she realized she wanted a good impression of her and her room, so hopped out of bed and quickly shoved things away and made the room look presentable for his arrival. He had mentioned something about sit-coms and ice cream, so Barbie assumed that they would be spending most of their time if not all in the living room. And that is where she had tidied up most. She knew that she probably should’ve toughed it out and drove over to his place as he had just gotten sick and the first few days of sickness are always the worst, but her mind was too clogged in illness and lack of willingness to put her friends before herself today. After she had cleaned a sufficient amount, she plopped down on the couch and curled up with a blanket awaiting his arrival. She had wanted to just leave the door open and let him walk in, but she was a very paranoid person and decided to be safe and leave it locked.

#hopefully this'll work now? lemme know if it doesn't ok? #idk why it was/is being weird #para #c: barbie #p: dsit

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But you are, Lou. And you have been for so long now. My perfect, untouchable boy… Well, my may be a bit of a stretch but definitely untouchable since I was the one who made it so.. I just don’t know how… How can you have such nice things to say about me? How? All I can think about sometimes are all the really shitty things I’ve done. All the — I don’t know how to talk about this, Lou. Talking about it only makes me feel like an even bigger gobshite.

Half the — Nick, c’mon. You are, okay? I’m really not even, like — I’m not up on this pedestal or something, you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. So don’t even.. just.. don’t say that. So.. you don’t wanna talk about it?

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#selfies #BABE!