#nico | interaction.

[villementvlity]

@bckwds

     “you know what would be great right now?” nico asked before taking a deep drag from the carefully rolled blunt between his fingers. “something to drink. i’m startin’ to get cottonmouth and shit. can you get me some water? be a good host, bruh.”

[villementvlity]

@angelwithbrxkenwings

     “you guys do realize that we would have been finished by now if you two would, y’know, help me move some of these boxes into the apartment.” desmond dropped the box in his arms on the ground, reaching up to wipe a bit of sweat from his forehead. 

     “i did help - i brought in those boxes over there.” nico nodded towards the three boxes he had carried inside of the house. it wasn’t much, but according to him he had done more than his fair share of work. he looked at the blond boy a few feet away from him, raising his eyebrows. “and what have you done to contribute?” 

[villementvlity]

@jcttblackheart

     “You’re lucky you caught me on my night off. I was just planning on staying in and watching Netflix until my eyes bled. You’re welcome to join me on that, but I ain’t coming out. It’s my one night off and I’m trying to relax. Sorry, bruh.”

[villementvlity]

@featguccimane

nico knew that his actions weren’t exactly mature or in his own best interest, but he had never been one for making the right choice when it came to his feelings - and other people’s feelings. he and mickey had broken up months ago, but due to their lease and and nico’s funds (or lack thereof), he couldn’t move. the weeks after their break up were tense and awkward, and that only got worse when nico decided to start bringing home random guys. mostly to get a rise out of the other male. and it seemed to be working until one day when nico came back to their apartment to find half of the place packed and mickey standing in the living room. “what’s going on?” the answer was obvious - mickey was leaving. nico felt his heart sink and he locked the door behind him, tossing his keys on the table. “a-are you leaving?” he didn’t know how he felt about this. if mickey left, how was he going to keep up with the bills? sooner or later, he’d be kicked out and he’d have nowhere to go. he could barely keep up with his half of things. but that wasn’t even his biggest worry. his biggest worry was that he wouldn’t be able to see mickey anymore, which in retrospect sounded odd coming from an ex, but he still cared about him. he still loved him. he didn’t want to see mickey walk out that door and never come back - he wouldn’t be able to handle that. 

[villementvlity]

@ofdispels 

     nico wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find, but it most definitely wasn’t that. in fact, he didn’t really set out to find anything at all. imogen had given him the task of grabbing her one of her bags from the top shelf of her closet, something that he could do with no problem, but when he pulled the purse down, a box came with it and out fell what seemed to be hundreds of pictures. he cursed quietly and began quickly picking them up to stuff them back inside of the box, before stopping suddenly when he came across one picture that caught his attention - a picture of him. a picture he had no recollection of taking. and when had he ever worn something like that? so many questions swarmed through his head, only to stop suddenly when he felt the presence of another person behind him. he turned around to find imogen standing there, and he held out the picture he was inspecting. “what’s.. what is this?”

[villementvlity]

@spilledinkisms

     nico didn’t know how this happened - how he found himself with his forehead pressed against carter’s front door with a bottle of alcohol in one hand while the other banged loudly against the wood. he was sure that all his neighbors could hear him - the way lights flicked on and loud cursing began pouring from a few other residences was more than enough to make nico realize that. “carter,” he dragged out the ‘er’ in his best friend’s name, his speech slurring almost to the point of being completely unintelligible. “open the door ple -” he hiccuped loudly, “pl-please.” he slid down the wood slowly after he finished talking, unable to keep himself standing for any long, and rested his back against the door frame while he waited. 

[villementvlity]

@bedsofrose || based on (x)

    “No, no! Don’t look at -” it was already too late. Nico sighed, looking down at his keys that he fumbled with in his hands. “Those aren’t you. I promise. I’m not some creep who’s been watching you and stuff..”

[villementvlity]

@justahideawcy || loosely based on (x) and (x)

     There wasn’t anything in the world Nico looked forward to more than coming home and spending time with the people who meant the most to him. He honestly had no idea what he would do without his boyfriends, guys that made his life better in every way possible. “Is anybody home?” The front door of the shitty apartment he shared with them slammed shut and Nico threw down his bags, toeing off his shoes at the front door and leaving them there. Zaire was a stickler for not wearing shoes in the house and he’d rather not deal with having the older boy berate him for messing up the carpet. 

     Zaire had been left home alone for most of the day - he wasn’t scheduled to work- so he spent his hours alone cleaning and straightening up. Just because they lived in a rundown apartment didn’t mean that it had to look like they lived in a rundown apartment. The sound of one of his boyfriend’s voices broke him out of his thoughts and he made his way out of their shared bedroom. “Finally. I thought I was gonna be home by myself all day.” Just as he said this, the sound of a key sliding into the lock and the front door opening hit his ears. “Looks like everyone’s home.” He looked at the male who just opened the front door, pointedly looking at his shoes and clearing his throat. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”