#nick convo

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Starter for @vntageheart loosely based on this

Nick was the one with knuckles bloody and face bruised, but as those bloodied hands moved over her body, he was checking her for any scrape, no mattter how small. It wasn't unheard of for unexpected fights to break out at the warehouse. Some guy didn't win when he thought he would've, someone lost more money on a bet than they'd expected. Usually they resolved quickly, and this one was no different, but as he'd been turning with their drinks, he'd seen her get knocked down. If the guy who'd done it hadn't already been being dragged away, he would've caught Nick's fist. "Ya aight?" he asked, his accent thick, irritation lacing his voice. "This is why I tell ya I don't want ya ta come." he informed her, even as he continued to hurriedly and frantically check for any damage.

[oldestwounds]

Nick & Talia

based

A low groan left the male’s throat as her tongue expertly moved up his shaft. A couple hours ago she had been saying how she only invited him over to stitch up his forehead, yet here he was draped in her computer chair and she was down on her knees, but christ was it hot. “Fuck” he growled,  as his hand tangled in her hair. “Christ bird..” he breathed, his hips jerking upward unconsciously. “Just like that.” @a-museing-rps

[ruinedsoulsrp]

starter for @elegancemultimuse featuring Nick and Cecelia based

Nick was moving to turn his shirt right side in when her words stopped him and his brows furrowed. "More?" he repeated. The word itself sounded odd coming from him. Yeah, they were friends, but this was just supposed to be casual. Nick didn't do more. Wasn't capable of it as far as he knew. "What do you mean you want more?"

[ruinedsoulsrp]

starter for @willowswriting

Nick loved the atmosphere in the warehouse after a fight, and especially after he wins a fight. There wasn't much better in the man's life than coming off a win and having everyone around stroke his already massive ego. Shirtless, beer in hand, he was getting congratulatory claps on the back as he made his way through the crowd. He knew most of the usual people that were in attendance, and while it wasn't rare to see new faces, he especially didn't mind when they were new pretty faces that drew his attention, and the bird he was making his way over to certainly fit that description. Finally, he reached her, leaning his side against the bar, his trademark smirk resting comfortable on his face. "Can't say I've seen you round before. Ya enjoy the fight?" he asked, his British accent thick off his tongue as he spoke.

[oldestwounds]

Nick was usually right able to take care of himself...er, well, his injuries at least. But when it came to tending to broken ribs, well, he couldn’t exactly wrap himself now could he? As much as detested asking for help, he knew there was one person he could always count on when he was stiffed. The brunette took another swig from the bottle of whiskey as he grabbed his phone, inhaling sharply at the stab of pain that went through him from the movement. “Bloody hell.” he muttered, as he tapped a quick text to his best bird. “Oi, Abs, could ya pop by? Need a favor.” @betterx0ff​

[oldestwounds]

“Ya don’t have ta move out Jules, bloody hell!” he yelled, his frustration evident in the way his voice rose. “Ya know what, I’m sick a havin’ this conversation.” he said, his broad arms crossing over his chest. “If ya wanna leave, then fuckin go.”

@disapprcve

[oldestwounds]

Starter for @disapprcve

Nick hadn’t spoken to Juliette much since Valentine’s Day. The occasional text every now and then, but he was busy as hell, and overall he figured she was probably trying to distance herself from the fighter’s life. Hell, if he had a way out maybe he’d take it too. Then again, he had seen her now and again at the warehouse, although he’d never said hello to her there, because he wasn’t sure if he should. Valentine’s Night had been...weird. No, that wasn’t the right word. Interesting? It hadn’t been bad, but he wasn’t sure where it left them, and Nicholas was entirely unused to being unsure. The brunette had already finished his fights for the evening, a cool grand and a half sitting in his wallet when he noticed her there again. He walked over to her and offered a slight smirk. “Wasn’t sure when I’d see ya round here again. How ya been?”

[oldestwounds]

@a-museing-rps

Nick was on a roll, he was pretty sure this would be finished in the next few rounds, s’long as he can keep the guy off kilter, and he wasn’t too worried about being able to do that, not the way the fight had been going. He spit the water he had gargled around to clean the blood from his mouth into the bucket when the bell sung, and quickly moved forward. He was about to throw a punch when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and an electricity travel through his veins. Not right now, he thought to himself, and felt a good punch to his jaw. Fuck, he hated when other supernatural creatures showed up around him, especially strong ones like whatever this was. It made it extremely hard to focus, because there was this damn draw to whomever it was.