hold, hold onto me cause

nicholas sanchez forty contractor

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nick amaro + sunglasses | personal fouls (13x02)

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SVU Boys + being pretty: 54/?

Personal Fouls (13x02)

[nicksanchezhq]

queencobraeva​:

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“I’ve never won anything.” Eva shrugged her shoulders. Try as she might, crane games were not for her. Even though all the prizes were extremely tempting. She learned as a child, to expect disappointment from them. “I th-thought birth-day luck would help.” But it was a no go. She did have ample amount of coins and tickets from the games she did win, but she doubted this was enough any prize other than a tiny eraser or something. “I might play one more game… and then get food. Gaming leaves you… very hungry.”

With the Diner he used to work at in Brooklyn as a teen, there was a crane machine in the entry way. Sometimes, he and his coworkers would put money into it for fun when the days were slow. He listened to the young woman talk, and than shook his head "You'll win. You just gotta focus. Keep your eye on the prize, literally." Nick told her as he let out a laugh. "It might. Don't give up just yet." He reassured her, and then looked at the game "What prize did you want to get?" He questioned and than nodded his head "That's true, it does. I think the pizza here is pretty good."

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justalerossi​:

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“I’m nearly thirty,” Ale replied, laughing. He knew he looked young, but he didn’t think age really mattered once you reached your mid-20s or so. Besides, he’d been with plenty of men much older than Nick was, he knew that much just by looking at him. “I’m not too young for anyone, trust me. Youth is very, very fleeting.” It was the smallest of his concerns, but still a concern every so often. Ale kept his hand on Nick’s arm, curious if it was really an age issue or if perhaps Nick just wasn’t interested in him, as a person. “Good alcohol? Why, you want top shelf? Their drinks are overpriced, but their choices are cheap. The owner pinches pennies, and it doesn’t usually matter when their patrons are just trying to get drunk and see some gyrating bodies. If you just want a good bar, I wouldn’t go in there.”

Nearly thirty? The kid standing in front of him didn't look like he was close to thirty. If he was, than good for him. The kid must've had some good genes. "Alright then. If you're nearly thirty, than you're nearly thirty." Nick laughed a little, he wasn't going to argue with the kid. "I suppose that's true. Maybe it's just me being old." He laughed again for a moment and than continued with "Although I don't know, do you consider forty to be old? Sometimes I feel like it's old." He questioned and than noticed Ale's hand on his arm. "I don't want just a good bar, but thank you. Guess I'm kind of coming here for a distraction." He said shrugging his shoulders, and than watched as people kept coming out of the back door "You work here?"

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christianlnelson​:

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Christian had to admit that the one glass request was an odd one, and not one the pair typically engaged in.  He raised an eye brow.  “I’ll keep you to it.  No problem, but why are we using the one glass rule tonight?” he challenged.  Maybe an early morning tomorrow.  Maybe something else, but he wanted to know.  Christian shook his head when his best friend asked if he had saved any lives that day.  “You know I don’t actually save lives right?  I just work in the hospital building, and sometimes?  I save lives, legally, on paper,” Christian pointed out.  

He needed a brake from alcohol. When Violet passed, alcohol was the first thing he gravitated towards. He thought it helped him feel something. He thought it helped him feel less numb, getting wasted but he was wrong. Getting wasted did nothing, and it made him feel one-hundred times worse. "I need a brake from the alcohol. Thought it was helping but I think it's making things worse." Nick let out a breath, and than took a sip of his Whiskey. Laughing a little at Christian's next words, Nick nodded his head "I know, I know. Don't you save lives though with the legal stuff? I don't really know how all of that works. How come it's in the hospital building though?" He questioned, Nick knew what Christian did but his head was foggy tonight

[nicksanchezhq]

Closed Starter for @v-rodhq​

 He had met Vanessa while doing a renovation on her house. It was a cute home, quaint and small and cozy. That's how he would describe the house. That's how he would describe Vanessa. She was young, but he liked her company and he liked how she helped people just like he did. The two had become friends, and Nick always found himself meeting her at Village Tavern. He ordered a plate of fries, and burgers along with two beers. "Alright so. I think what we should do is knock down that wall in your kitchen to make it more open..." 

[nicksanchezhq]

Closed starter  for @victoriaquinn​

 Nick had known Victoria. He had known Victoria for quite some time now. Sure being in Salem for two years helped, but he knew Victoria and became friendly with her. She was a piece of work, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. They had been through similar situations. They didn't talk about it, but when they did Nick felt for her. He knew the pain she was going through. He was meeting her at the hospital on a coffee brake. Handing her the cup he had ordered, Nick looked at the woman and smiled softly "Hope it's just how you like it. I tried." 

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salemrian​:

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“Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?” Rian raised one of her thick brows in a state of confusion. She knew that she wasn’t exactly old by any means. Also, considering that she was wearing a full face of makeup and her hair was done nicely, the stripper appeared older than what she normally looked. Comments like that wasn’t something that she got very often. “No offense, but I can’t say I hear that shit a lot.”

He wasn't sure what prompted his attitude tonight. He was having a good day. However Nick realized he probably shouldn't be in here. Taking a deep breath, the man sighed and shook his head "Yes. A compliment." He couldn't even remember what he told the young one."Sorry. Not trying to kill the mood, maybe I should go."

[nicksanchezhq]

scarlett-callahan​:

nicksanchezhq​:

Who: for @scarlett-callahan​

 What: Closed Starter for Scarlett Callahan 

 Where: Nick’s place 

 When: sometime at night

Scarlett was at home relaxing reading her new novel she just started when she was contacted by Nick and when she saw that he invited her over to chat, it didn’t take her long to grab her things and head his way. The two bonded pretty early on, having a connection that wasn’t romantic in any way- it was their friendship that made it all click. They became fast friends and before she knew it, they were having weekly catch-ups with a glass of wine in hand. When she arrived at his place and sat down on his couch with a glass of wine, she took a sip and licked her lips. Nodding her head slowly to his words, she looked down at her glass for a moment. “Do you want to talk about how you’re feeling?” She asked genuinely, wanting to be there for her friend. “I had a great day of work, came home to work some more on my laptop and get lessons ready, got out of the house to do some grocery shopping, made dinner and you rang when I was reading,” she told him with a soft chuckle. “As much as I love reading, I’m happy to be here as well.” Her smile widened more before taking another sip of her wine. “What about you?”

He was grateful for their friendship. She was one of the first people he had met when he first came to Salem. They had been there for each other. Sure Scarlett has only been here for a year, but Nick felt like he knew her longer than that. Every once in a while you met these amazing people in life and Scarlett was one of them. Watching as she licked her lips, he swallowed hard and than let the alcohol burn down his throat again. When Scarlett asked if he wanted to talk about how he was feeling, Nick closed his eyes for a few moments. "I just want Violet back. I just want my baby girl back." He said all choked up, and took another sip of his alcohol but than listened to Scarlett talk about her day. He smiled softly "It sounds like you had a good day. How are you liking the school system here? I know I ask all the time, but it must be different than Chicago right" He questioned her, and then took another deep breath "What did you make for dinner?" Nick took a sip of his wine, he realized he hadn't eaten any dinner and figured he probably should. "I need some new book recommendations please."

[nicksanchezhq]

maisyrhodes​:

nicksanchezhq​:

Who: @maisyrhodes​

 What: closed starter for @maisyrhodes​

 Where: Nick’s home (preferably in his bedroom) 

 When: sometime at night 

-

Maisy sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the man list his apologies. She wondered what it was about her that drew broken men like him in. This was a first, but she’d been in situations of a similar kind. The brunette played the the edge of her dress. What stopped him he didn’t voice, but Maisy had her guesses - someone else seeming like the most obvious. Her lips pressed together as her head shook back and forth. “Really, it’s okay.” She shuffled through her brain trying to remember his name. “Nick, I’m not offended that you don’t want to go any further. It’s not like you couldn’t get it up or something.. maybe that would have bruised my ego.” The joke slipped through her lips, a sorry attempt to lighten the mood. Her eyes traced her bare feet, wondering why it felt so vulnerable to be shoeless in his bed room when she knew she wouldn’t end up naked. Her toes pressed into the carpet.

“I mean, it is me. It’s because it’s me and not whoever you’re thinking about.” She spoke quietly, wondering if she was crossing a line.  Her eyes traced up to find his. Maisy would never push or put pressure on someone who clearly wanted nothing less. The next statement from her mouth was intended only as a joke, perhaps another inappropriate joke but a joke none the less. “They do say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but  I don’t have to be on top if you don’t want.” She giggled. All she really wanted was for him to stop saying sorry.

He felt like an asshole. No worse. He felt like a dick. This wasn't him. He didn't lead woman on. He hated assholes like that. She deserved so much better. From the moment he met her in the bar, Nick knew that Maisy deserved so much better. So much better than he had given her for those few minutes. If he wasn't so wrapped up within his head, maybe this could work but Nick wasn't too sure. "No it's not. You.. you deserve better than this." He said quietly, and rubbed his face in his hands. Letting out a huff, the forty year old swallowed hard. He was messed up. So messed up and maybe tonight he just really needed to be alone but maybe he didn't. He made her laugh. He made her laugh a little and Nick nodded his head "There's just uh.. there's---" Stopping himself, he sighed "It's not you. I promise. Maybe I should just shut up and we can--" Stopping himself, he realized he probably sounded like an idiot right now. 

 Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Nick looked at the brunette and than sighed "No it's not like that. It's hard to explain." He said taking a deep breath, because he was hard to explain. The least he could do was press a soft kiss to the side of her temple and Nick closed his eyes for a moment there. She was witty and funny and he liked that. If you could make him laugh, he was usually a goner but Nick took a deep breath "Lets just.. lets just fuck and we can skip the whole talking thing. Im just.. Im an asshole." He said and grabbed his glass of Whiskey and took a sip of it. Offering her one “You want one?” He questioned and looked at her “Ready...” 

[judexwilson]

who: @nicksanchezhq​ where: the Wilson’s house

There’s a massive list of repairs to be made at his mother’s house. Those kind of repairs they’ve not had the money to afford over the many year’s they’ve been in it. Now that they’re older Jude’s saved quite a decent amount and figured why not shell out some to fix a few of the items? The cracked basement windows, which were covered with plastic to try to keep the rain out, felt a good place to start. Jude did a search for local contractors and found a Nick Sanchez. A few exchanged messages and Jude decided to use him, giving him the address to the house. Jude picked a day he knew his mom wouldn’t be around. Instead of waiting inside he parked his ass on the steps and waited for the contractor to appear.

[nicksanchezhq]

Nick had known the Wilson's. He had known the Wilson's since first moving to Salem two years ago. That's how long he's been working on their house for. Well he knew Jude, their oldest son. It was a beautiful home, he could tell that a lot of good memories were made here. That's was one of the main reasons he love building and working on houses. Each home told a story and he was glad to be apart of that story. There was a lot of work to be done that Jude had asked for, he didn't mind though it was his job but it was helpful to have some of his crew members with him here today. Once pulling up like he's done for the past few days already, he parked his car and got out of it, followed by some of his coworkers. "Hey Jude. We're here till as long as you need us today. We're almost done with those windows, so if you need anything else fixed we're here."

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cassiekato​:

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“Not at all. Be my guest. He will make friends with anyone, really.” She loved that about him. How friendly he was. She had met some dogs who just did not like anyone and that would be hard to deal with. “Technology isn’t a bad thing. Just don’t text and walk anymore.” She shrugged. “I’m Cassie.” 

Nick leant down and patted Pax's head once Cassie agreed. He smiled as the dogs tongue hung out of his mouth. It was a gorgeous day so it wasn't too hot out for the dog. "I'll make that a mental not , thanks." Nick said, rubbing the dogs ears now and than stood up and looked at the brunette "Nick. Nice to meet you. What kind of dog is he?" Nick questioned and than continued with "You said his name is Pax?" He asked again, putting his sunglasses back on. 

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westonnovak​:

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“Not as much of an asshole as you are.” He grinned. Weston could be an asshole at times he wasn’t wrong. “No, she never told me.” Shaking his head he wished he was at the bar and not at the diner right now. “She had a miscarriage and that’s when she left. Said she couldn’t face me and tell me about the pregnancy and miscarriage.” He shrugged. It was all crazy. “Whatever though let’s talk about something else. I’m just trying to ignore it for now.”

Nick let out a chuckle, he couldn't argue there. He had his moments sure, but he wasn't that much of an asshole. "Alright, alright fine. I'm an asshole. There. You happy?" He questioned Wes, sipping on the water he had ordered. He forgotten that other people aside from him and his ex wife had problems. He forgotten that other people aside from him had grief. Taking a deep breath, how Wes explained his situation, it was a lot to take in. "She.. she had a miscarriage and left? Wes.. dude that's not---" Trying to comprehend what Wes was saying, Nick took a deep breath and shook his head "No we.." Nick started when Wes said he wanted to talk about something else, this clearly needed to be talked about. He wasn't going to let Wes burry his feelings about loosing a child like he has been doing. "From experience, the only thing that'll help you fully understand is if you talk about it Wes...."

[nicksanchezhq]

isabellaxramirez​:

nicksanchezhq​:

Who: @isabellaxramirez​

 What: closed starter for @isabellaxramirez​

 Where: nick’s therapists office somewhere in salem 

 When: september 16th, 2021, at 8:34 AM 

Before Isabella could go into work for the day, she always made an appointment every week with her therapist. She was amazing and treated her with so much kindness and while she never thought she would’ve needed to see a therapist, she still had nightmares about losing her baby girl, Violet and then her now ex-husband walking out on her. Once she was ready for the day, Isabella took a deep breath as she made her way to her therapist’s office. When she arrived, she was looking down at her phone replying to an email while walking when she bumped into someone. “Shit. I’m-” When she looked up to see who she bumped into, her breath was caught in her throat as she realized it was her ex-husband, Nick standing in front of her. “Sorry,” she breathed out to finish her sentence before feeling her heart starting to race in her chest. When he called her Iz, she felt her heart pinch in her chest because not only was he the only one that called her Iz, but she was still very much in love with him. Her mouth began opening to talk to him though no words came out. She was in shock to see him, though they were both planning to move to Salem when Violet turned five years old so she should have expected it. “I got relocated here for work.” Finally, words came out. Fuck. All on top of her emotions and feelings about losing Violet, she was confused about her feelings towards Nick right now and she was overwhelmed. While they both thought that the divorce was for the best, here they were still madly in love with each other. “I don’t really know what to say right now..”

He always liked being the first person his therapist saw. Nick wasn't sure why, maybe it was because it made him feel better in some way but he was always there bright and early. It only lasted an hour but sometimes Nick wished he would pay more for it to last longer. It was nice to finally have someone to talk to. He had Iz to talk to, but they would always end up arguing which lead him to here. Taking a deep breath the moment he heard her voice, Nick swallowed hard and felt fresh water fill his eyes. "No don't--" He tried telling her not to apologize but Nick couldn't talk. He couldn't finish. It's impossible for someone to keep getting more perfect but here she was, perfect as ever. "Iz." Was all he could say again, and just looked at her. His eyes slowly moving up and down. She still looked so good. He noticed that she tried to speak, but Nick shook his head. He closed his eyes for a moment and than swallowed hard. "We.. we always said we wanted to move here when she was five. Just didn't think we would be living here separately." Nick said as quietly as possibly, and held his hands together. This was killing him. Violet looked just like her. He never really noticed until now. "You look good Iz..." He said quietly again, and then cleared his throat "What are you uh.. what are you doing here?" He questioned, and motioned to the sign that says Dr.Wagner. "You don't.. you don't have to say anything if you don't want too. I'll.. I'll go. I was headed out anyway. Building a house today so I need some coffee." Nick looked at her one more time “I never.. I never noticed how much she looked like you until now.” Nick said all choked up, he cleared his throat and shook his head. 

[nicksanchezhq]

breannesamaya​:

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“I am smart about them. I’ve realized they’re a trap. A whole scam. I hate them.” She reiterated. “They’re dumb on paper, and then someone said, we’re making these in real life. Why would anyone want to be trapped in a thing someone else made? I can’t, I could never.” There were no amount of words that could convince her to change her mind. “Driving isn’t designed to trap you. You can see where you’re going and there’s not walls of corn blocking your view. You’re probably safer in your car and that’s moving at high speeds with other cars doing the same thing.” There were infinitely more hazards on the road but in her mind, you had your doors locked. You were still fairly in control while on the road. There’s no control in mazes. “I’ll navigate myself far away from the corn thank you very much.”

He couldn't help but continue to laugh. Breanne did make some logical points about corn mazes, however he loved the fall and any activity that came with it. Getting lost within corn mazes was one of them. Sure it was scary, but it wasn't as terrifying as Breanne made it out to seem. She was young though so he gave her that and he liked the different perspective on it. Continuing to walk with Breanne throughout Campus, he realized he should probably get back to work before the sun went down. "I know you're smart about them, but they really aren't as bad as you're making them out to seem." He said finally, shrugging his shoulders and Nick smiled softly. "No. You're right driving isn't supposed to be designed to trap you. However, with the wrong turns and twists you could get trapped." Nick said trying to argue with her, but than laughed again. "Nothing's going to change your mind, huh?"

[nicksanchezhq]

christianlnelson​:

nicksanchezhq​:

Who: @christianlnelson​

 What: closed starter for @christianlnelson​

 Where: Village Tavern 

 When: 9-13-2021, sometime at night (10: 44PM) 

Christian headed to the Village Tavern after finishing up for the day although he had spent much longer at his desk than he had planned.  He had been making an effort to cut back his hours, but really?  He had nothing to show for that effort.  He waved as he entered the bar, seeing his friend Nick across the way.  The two had clicked awhile back when Christian had volunteered with Nick’s company.  “Hey man.  How was your day?  I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

After running into Izzy today, his ex wife, someone whom he didn't expect to see the man wanted to drown in his sorrows. He knew however that Christian wouldn't let him do that. Taking a deep breath, he took a sip of his Whiskey and decided to stick to one glass tonight. Christian knew things. Of course he did, Christian was Nick's best friend but the contractor didn't want bother Christian with anything tonight. As soon as he saw Christian, Nick smiled and than took another sip of his Whiskey, now finishing it "You gotta keep me to one thing of Whiskey tonight. Other than that, my day was good. What about you? Save any lives today?" Nick asked but was being serious. He knew Christians profession and how exciting it was. He shook his head "No not at all. I Just got here."

[tinkerisla]

status: Open location: Starla, your character’s house, any other place that fits, etc

So, apparently it was a very bad idea to wash things that weren’t dishes in a regular sink but hell if Isla knew it. After almost half an hour of a back and forth debate over it, she was a bit tired of trying to explain that she didn’t mean to kill anyone for God’s sake. Besides, could people even die from MAYBE having some food with pigeon… stuff on it? “Ok, bringing fungal infection may be an exaggeration. Besides, the doctors say a little fungus is good for you. I mean, don’t people love mushrooms anyway?”

[nicksanchezhq]

Nick was sitting at the Starla Diner when a familiar came upon him. He knew her from coming in here for the past two years. Nick took a sip of his coffee, and took a bite of his dinner which was breakfast tonight. He always liked switching it up. He took another sip of his coffee but then choked a little on it "Isla.. who let you back in that kitchen?" He asked, genially concerned "Maybe you should stick to waitressing..." Nick told her and laughed a little, but than nodded his head in agreement “Yes. People do love mushrooms but not those kind.”