sarah and nikki? at the same time?
GREEDY GREEDY….WE LOVE TO SEE IT! if you’re up for it, and comfortable with it ofc, may we see more of this dynamic? (you’re doing us a great service writing btw ty 💪💪)
sarah is the one who accidentally got both you and nikki into getting piercings. she’ll say something like, “i think eyebrow piercings are hot. and then nikki immediately agrees and somehow you end up at a piercing shop that very weekend.
sarah’s favorite tattoo is the tiny matching one she convinced you and nikki to get after a bottle of cheap wine and an hour-long discussion about you guy’s being soulmates.
nikki writes romance novels based on the two of you and changes the names because she insists it’s “fiction.” sarah found one of the drafts once, read three chapters, and said, “babe, this is just our argument from last tuesday.”
if someone compliment’s sarah tattoos, she acts cool about it for approximately eight seconds before launching into the entire story behind every single one. you and nikki have heard them all, and yet you still listen every time.
nikki has a tiny notebook filled with story ideas, poetry fragments, and observations about you and sarah. one page just says: “sarah looked beautiful smoking on break today. need to unpack this.”
your apartment genuinely looks insane. tattoo flash sheets pinned to the fridge. crystals on every windowsill. stacks of nikki’s unfinished manuscripts on every surface. random instruments that you guys bought with your employee discounts.
nikki absolutely believes the three of you have known each other in every lifetime.
“i think in the victorian era we all lived in a cottage together in the middle of nowhere.”
“we would’ve died of tuberculosis,” sarah says.
you’re pretty much always the designated driver, though sometimes it changes. rock paper scissors to see who gets to set in the passenger seat.
nikki’s favorite dates are used bookstores, spending three hours pulling books off shelves and reading passages aloud to each other. nikki inevitably buys some obscure poetry collection from 1978 because “the universe wanted me to find this.” or late-night beach trips, especially if it’s cold. she wants blankets, a thermos of coffee, and to sit with the two of you while she points out constellations that she only sort of remembers the names of.
and sometimes, just staying in while it’s raining. candles lit, records playing, writing while one of you rests against her shoulder and the other has their legs draped over her lap.
that one is genuinely one of her favorite things in the world.
sarah likes dive concerts, tiny venues with terrible acoustics and local bands. or museums. specifically weird museums. medical museums. oddity exhibits. taxidermy collections. anything where she can stare at something unsettling and go, “that’s sick.”
“you’re sick,” nikki says.
getting up way too early to go to flea markets together, taking turns carrying stuff while one of you gets carried away at a booth.
or more simple stuff. grocery shopping, ‘arguing’ over what snacks you should get. making dinner at home, or getting coffee and walking around downtown. movie marathon nights, one of you inevitably failings asleep half-way through.