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Never Goin’ Back (2018) Directed by Augustine Frizzell

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as the whirlwind of that night’s concert came to an end, cole was putting away his camera and his equipment, making small talk with the guys who had been working the sound mix. it was a high energy show, one that left him taking photos left and right, and he was a little too excited to go home and start editing them. he was kind of a nerd when it came to his work, but he’d never admit it. just as he was planning to dip out and head home, cole felt himself being approached, and knew it was georgie before the girl was even facing him. he rolled his eyes fondly, letting out a snort at whatever it was she was trying to accomplish. “first of all, it’s yin, not ying. and second, what kind of accent is that even supposed to be?” a full laugh escaped him this time, tossing his camera bag over his shoulder when she let go of his arms. he glanced over at the manager of the bar, knowing the man clearly didn’t have any idea what georgie was doing. “hate to break it to you, my dear princess, but the ol’ lad holding you hostage happens to be the one giving me a paycheck for the night.” smirking back at her, he sighed dramatically and looked up at the ceiling, appearing to be deep in thought. “although, i’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you left a little early. come on, i’ve got some bud and i want a burger.”

georgie waved off the fact that her wording was apparently off and that he didn’t understand her accent. she shook her head, sighing, “you just wouldn’t understand. i’m so cultured that sometimes accents run together.” the sorry excuse for an explanation was left at that as she was now distracted once more by their manager. snapping her head back to look at him, a hand came to her chest as she gasped, “you... he pays you? you’re working with the enemy... just when you think you know someone.” and... scene. georgie finally dropped the act at the mention of weed and burgers and a small nod was the only response she gave as she wandered away long enough to actually ask the manager if she could head out early and make up her hours later. with a pleading look added to help convince him, she was finally set free and she grabbed her coat and bag before returning to cole.

“after burgers, can we make a little pit stop? i want to run somewhere and i think it might be better to go with someone else.” georgie asked as they exited the venue, turning towards him only momentarily and raising a brow as she waited for his response.

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niko had dozed off on the couch after a particularly gruelling two-show day. his roommates were gone for the weekend, which gave him ample time to lounge around the apartment in his dorky star wars boxers. 

 his nap was cut short by a muffled voice through the front door. thinking it to be danny who had returned a few days earlier, he ambled to the door, opening it without a second thought.

 it wasn’t danny. it definitely wasn’t danny. 

 a warm palm pressed against his skin making him jump as the pretty girl from across the hall sauntered into his apartment. his heart raced in his chest, suddenly becoming aware that he was standing in front of a tipsy georgina scott in his darth vader underwear. 

 turning a deep red, niko choked out an incoherent response. “i don’t have girls here… ever. except maybe my sister when she’s in town. and maybe my grandma when she has her bingo tournaments. she brings her guide dog. her name’s brownie and she’s a girl too but i don’t know if that counts for something.” he rambled, running a hand through his brown hair. 

 "here, you can sit on the couch while we wait for roman. i’m gonna go get you a glass of water.“ he said meekly, heading towards the open kitchen a few meters away. "i’m sorry for being so… underdressed. i thought nobody would be home today.”

there wasn’t enough light in his apartment for her to notice the deep shade of red on his cheeks. but, with her hand to his chest, she could feel his heartbeat escalate at an almost alarming rate. her actions were done before she really even took into account what he was wearing, but staring now at his bare chest and then going even further to the star wars boxers, georgie couldn’t help the drunken giggle that forced its way out.

his words are what brought her gaze back up, head tilting so she could make eye contact again. georgie’s eyes narrowed, studying his face as he spoke. it eventually softened and a smile appeared at the rambling. “i don’t believe you,” she replied vaguely, but let him lead her to the couch before he disappeared to get water.

“underdressed? it’s...” she grabbed her phone, squinting to be able to see the time, “2:45... unless you are going to a ball, cinderella, i think your darth vader boxers are appropriate,” she smiled to herself. georgie made herself comfy, leaning her back against the arm of the couch and after slipping her shoes off, she pulled her legs up onto the cushion.

“is your grandma’s dog really named brownie? and does she play bingo? this feels made up. just like them being the only girls that you ever have over besides your mom.” georgie was doing her best to make sense in her tipsy state, the main issue being her slur and it wasn’t something she was finding easy to mask.

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after a text, a call, a knock on the door, and a rather annoying whine of niko’s name from outside of his door, she was delighted when the male she was looking for finally decided to open the door. hand pressing to his chest, she pushed gently in order to encourage him to step back and she took a few steps forward to make her way inside. georgie tilted her head back, looking at him and there was a bit of a glaze over her eyes. it was late, but georgie didn’t know exactly what time. considering she got off work at around 1am though, she was assuming it was close to 2:30am.

“roman is apparently dead, my keys are gone, and.. i may have had a couple of drinks when i got off work. but i made it home... well next door to home. you can be home for right now though,” georgie glanced at her hand that had still been lingering on his chest and she let it finally drop back down to her side. “you don’t have anyone over do you?“ her dark hues met his once more and she pouted, “don’t tell me you are cheating on me and letting another person stay the night,” teasing tone was almost lost in the small slur of her words mixed with the genuine thought that she might have to find somewhere else to stay for the night. // @nikoaccsta​

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            ANKLE   TWISTED   AT   THE   TOP   STEP   ,   losing   her   balance   enough   for   a   not   so   graceful   thump   to   the   floor   ;   maybe   these   platform   heels   were   too   big   after   all   ,   but   anything   for   fashion   ,   right   ?   eyes   widened   as   she   looked   up   at   the   unfortunate   witness   .    ❝    you   didn’t   see   a   thing   .   ❞

georgie was about a flight of stairs behind her, but when the other tripped, she had came around the corner at the perfect time just to see her hit the floor. pausing momentarily, she glanced around her, “you know, i think there is a ghost haunting these apartments. maybe it was the ghost that tripped you. fucking rude if you ask me,” georgie spoke with a calm tone, unable to distinguish if she was serious or not unless you had spoken to her at least once. she was rarely serious, and right now was not one of those rare moments. finally continuing her journey up the stairs, she held a hand out to help the other before looking around once again, “ghostie didn’t sprain your ankle did he?” she asked, coating her genuine question in a thin layer of teasing.

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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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georgie spotted the male on the other side of the venue and her eyes lit up. heart beating faster, time seeming to stop. she gave a quick look over at her manager, saluting him and walking away from the bar like she was about to leave for war and never return. she approached cole from the side before standing in front and placing a hand on either of his arms. “my dear, dear, prince charming. the love of my life. the ying to my yang,” she droned on and on, giving his arms a quick squeeze before dropping back down to her sides. “help me escape. that man over there said i have to stay until midnight and i really think that he is holding me hostage,” turning her head, she looked at her manager (the one she was accusing of holding her hostage... or working her shift), who was currently looking at her as if she was out of her mind. and, it was debatable. “the show is over. does that mean you are free? or do you have other plans? i will understand if there are other people that you would rather be with. but please, i am just a damsel in distress... and i need my prince’s help.” georgie was doing her best to play up the act, but a hint of a smirk was starting to peek through because even she knew she was being a little lot much. // @colefm

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❛ ˗˗˗˗ ❥ ( bridget satterlee, she/her, female. ) : * ❝ oh my god ! it's georgina scott ! i think they are a twenty-one year old bookstore clerk from atlanta, georgia but they’ve been living in apartment 507, bedroom one for one year. they are known as the wildcard because they are so adventurous, and easy-going but they can also be very stubborn, and impulsive. they often remind me of empty spray paint cans, innocent eyes, and random tattoos. ❞ anna. 24. cst.

my computer is on 4% but i wanted to get this posted before i literally just got up to grab my charger. i am anna, this is georgie. georgie. whatever you want to call her, she will probably respond. she is a dumbass, will argue with you about nothing and not make any sense, will paint you a pretty picture while also calling you a thot rocket at the same time. anyways! i’ll link her about page and connection page below for your convenience !! feel free to like this so i know it’s okay to kick your door down and slide in to offer up a steaming hot plate of plot ideas.

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