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starbandit · 10 months

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Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview: Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor.

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school.

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship.

You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her.

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!”

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know.

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining.

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories.

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?”

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible.

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture.

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted.

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly.

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right?

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors.

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin.

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready.

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight.

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out.

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.”

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan.

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached.

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed.

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!”

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other.

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids.

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.”

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.”

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already.

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening?

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows.

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers.

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you.

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick.

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet.

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you.

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered.

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over.

“Is this okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly.

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?”

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?”

“I asked first.”

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.”

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip.

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked.

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together.

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered.

“I’d be stupid to say no.”

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick craves you more than ever after he gets infected.

don’t repost my work anywhere x (reblogs are fine, of course)

Warnings: smut, mentions of smut, swearing, nick being possessive, pre transformation nick, nick being a proper ass, kissing, nick going down on you, fingering, oral (f receiving), spitting (if you squint), over stimulation

Word Count: 3.1k

The dead body that was floating in the pool had you stepping back into your boyfriend of eight months. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you buried your face, your hands fisting his bloodied shirt. Nick holds your waist with one hand while his other presses against the back of your neck.

Unbeknownst to you, while Kaitlyn, Abigail, Dylan and Ryan stared in horror at the body, Nick turned away from it and nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. You and Nick have held each other like this many times before, so you didn’t think much of it.

Then he started growling in an animalistic way. You lifted your head, your face now inches from his. “Nick?” You trail off, your eyes squinting in confusion at his heavy breathing. “Are you okay?”

He just inhaled again, his eyes closing as he gripped onto you tighter. “You smell so good,”

“What?” You ask and attempt to step away from him but he pulls you closer. “What are you doing?”

Kaitlyn looked over at the two of you, confusion lacing her features. “You alright there, buddy?” She asks as she steps closer to you. “Maybe dial it back a bit, hm?”

Nick growled once more, lifting his head from your hair to glare at her. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn,” he said, his voice low and his accent less prominent. He leaned back down to you, his hold on you becoming alarmingly tight. “I want to taste you.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you reached down to grip his forearm. How could he possibly be in the mood right now?

“Hey, Nick,” Dylan tried his luck and gently grabbed your arm in an attempt to pull you away.

Nick suddenly pulled you into his side and grabbed Dylan’s wrist, glaring at him. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your remaining hand off,” his voice was full of anger and you could only assume that he was acting this way due to the attack he endured earlier that night.

The threat made Dylan’s eyes widened as he pulled free from Nick and stepped away. Nick continued to give him a death stare, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Feeling like you were the only person who would be able to get through to him at this point, you reach up and firmly grab Nick’s face, turning his head so he is looking at you. His expression was still angry and you feared that you may be taking your life in your own hands, but you chose to believe that the Nick you knew would never hurt you. He proved that earlier when he pushed you out of the way of the rather large thing that would’ve taken a bite out of you, and instead got its large teeth impaled into his shoulder.

You scolded him the entire way back to the campfire, Nick putting almost all his weight onto you as he stumbled over everything. You continuously asked why he did it and called him an idiot multiple times. He just smiled weakly at you, blood smearing his face and neck and mumbled “Worth it,”

Looking at him now, you wanted to believe that the Nick who saved you was the same Nick that was squinting his eyes angrily at you. You press your thumbs into his soft yet bloody skin and try to ignore the small ounce of fear you felt and stood up on your toes to press your lips to his.

The kiss turned heated extremely quickly and Nick wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing down against you so you were back on flat feet. You pulled away before things turned too hot and heavy for a time like this and grabbed his hands. “I’m going to take him back to the cabin to lay down,” you say as Nick hovers over you, his craving for you now intensified by the feeling of your lips on his.

Dylan and Ryan both nodded in agreement, surprised that a simple kiss was enough to calm him down, and you led Nick back to the cabin that he had just finished packing up this morning. He followed closely behind you, his hands slipping from yours and landing on your waist.

You opened the cabin door, hearing the lock click from behind you, thanks to Nick. You turned to look up at him, seeing him already looking down at you, his brown eyes even darker. He inches closer to you and you allow it, not knowing what was running through his head. He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, sliding it down until it reaches the top of his jeans. “Nick-”

“I need you,” he says, his voice full of lust. “I need to touch you.”

“Nick,” you say again. “We can’t. You’re hurt and it’s not a good time.”

“I don’t give a shit about me,” he says and you can hear the anger beginning to seep into his voice again. “Don’t you love me?”

Your brows furrowed and you slipped your fingers in the waistline of his pants, gripping the material. “Of course, I do,” you whisper. “You’re the only guy I have ever loved, you know that.”

Nick exhaled sharply, his hands coming down to hold your waist. “Let me taste you,” he had gone from aggressive and cold to desperate and whiny. “Please.” He slowly kneeled and pressed his nose against the fabric of your shirt, moving his head so it drags a portion of it up and exposes your stomach to him.

You run your hand through his hair and almost immediately he presses his lips to your exposed skin, dragging his lips and creating wet trails along the smoothness of your stomach.

You were already starting to give in, but the neediness in his voice was making your knees wobble. You and Nick had had sex many, many times before this but you’ve only ever seen him this needy when it was your first time having sex. Nick had liked you for months at that point and you were dating for a month and a half before you let him get intimate with you. Granted, Nick always got needy when he hadn’t seen you in a while, but you’ve been with him all day.

“I need you, baby,” he mumbled and you gripped his shoulders, tugging him up so your lips could meet his. He kissed you back with such force that it would have knocked you off your feet had his hands not been holding your waist. His lips moved against yours quickly and audibly as he backed you up until the back of your thighs hit the dresser.

Nick moved his hands to the sides of your thighs and lifted you up and onto the surface, returning them to your waist once you were seated. His grip on you was tight, his nails nearly digging into your skin.

This wasn’t something you had planned - was not even close to how you thought your night would go - but if this is what would make Nick feel better, then you were more than happy to give yourself to him.

Nick, on the other hand, planned on getting you off any way he could. He couldn’t explain it, but the second he saw Dylan touch you, something inside of him set on fire. He was always the jealous type, but never one to threaten his friends. He couldn’t help it. The thought of someone else’s hands on you, even in the totally innocent and harmless way Dylan touched you, had him seeing red.

“Tell me you want this,” he muttered against your mouth, his hands moving down to unbutton your jean shorts. “Tell me you want me.”

He needed to hear you say that you were his, and that you always would be.

“I want you,” you breathed out as Nick lifted you slightly to rid you from your shorts. Your hands tug at his hair as his lips suck dark marks all over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you as his own. “I only ever want you. I love you so much.”

Nick gives you a boyish grin, his eyes laced with something you’ve never seen before. He lifts you up again and gently tosses you down onto the bed a few feet away. He’s back on you immediately, his hands moving down to hook your bare legs around his waist. Your hands find his hair again as he presses his lips against yours, his jean covered front slowly grinding into your thinly covered crotch.

You break away from the kiss as a moan escapes you, Nick’s lips trailing down your neck to your chest and finally to the exposed skin above your underwear. He slowly hooks his fingers through the fabric and tugs it down your legs, dropping the black underwear beside the bed.

You blindly reach down to tug on one of his hands, holding it tightly as Nick begins placing kisses, among other things, to your inner thighs. He was kissing you everywhere but the place where you needed him, despite his insatiable want for you. He craved you, more than he ever had, and he craved the taste of you.

But, even in his fucked up, infected state, he needed to know that you were sure. “Do you want this?” He asked, his voice low with lust.

“Yes,” you replied instantly, pushing his hand down to where you desperately needed it. “Don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” he mumbled, sucking a mark onto the patch of skin right above your heat. “I’ve been wanting you all night. I want you forever.” The possessive tone from earlier was back and it turned you on to no end. Your moan at his words alone should be enough of a give away.

The thought of a forever with Nick had your heart racing. Did he really want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Nick finally leaned down and licked a stripe up your folds, his tongue pressing against you firmly. Instantly, you moaned, your back arching in response to him.

“My needy girl,” he muttered, closing his lips around the bundle of nerves that rested above your folds. Your hand tugged his hair harshly and you were surprised to hear the growl he let out at the feeling.

You wouldn’t last long, you never did when it came to his lips on you, that much you knew. The way he was touching you and talking to you, it was only a matter of time. Still, you tried to hold off as best you could.

Nick wasn’t letting up, either. He sucked on you like it was the last thing he’d ever do and your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes rolling back and moans spewing from your permanently open mouth.

He let go of your clit with a pop before moving down to lick your opening, spreading your folds apart and inserting his tongue into you. It was what you both had been waiting for and your moans flew from your mouth quicker, gripping his hair even tighter.

Nick pulled away from you, using his finger to keep the pressure that left with his mouth. His middle and pointer fingers slipped in you, reaching an impressive depth that had you seeing stars.

Your eyes were closed so you couldn’t see the smirk Nick wore and the glint of your juices shining on his chin and lips. You also didn’t see the quick flash of yellow in his normally brown eyes as his tongue poked out to lick your taste as best as it could. “You always taste so fucking good,” he moaned out, your thighs shuddering from his dirty words. His fingers continued to slide in and out of you, the digits coated in your wetness. “Always so good for me. I love you, love your taste.”

It took him less than a second to slip his fingers out of you and before you knew it, his mouth was back on you, his tongue deeper than the previous time as his fingers created a temporary crevice for it.

Your eyes shot open for a second in surprise before squeezing shut again, your hand reaching for his. He wraps one of his arms around one of your thighs and allows you to take the other, sliding it up your chest and onto your clothed breast. His fingers fondled your nipple as best as it could through the fabric, feeling the nub harden at his touch.

He moaned out at how responsive you always were for him, and the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” you whimpered, taking his hand off your chest to interlace your fingers, gripping his hand tightly.

He hummed against you, lifting his head to press a kiss to your thigh. “You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, your sounds doing a number on him. “So fucking perfect. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped out. “I’m all yours.”

“Yeah you are,” he muttered before spitting on your folds, watching as it slowly ran down your slit. “You were mine from the second I saw you.”

Nick returned his lips to your heat, licking up his spit before slipping his tongue back in you. You felt as if you were seeing a whole new side of him. He was never one to be so possessive over something, let alone over you. Sure, he got annoyed when he witnessed some guy flirting with you, but he never got to the point where he got so worked up over a simple touch on the arm by a close friend.

You could feel yourself creeping closer to that glorious edge and somehow Nick could sense it. His tongue sped up, penetrating you quicker than it ever had before, and your eyes once again shut as the pressure building up was pushing you closer to your climax.

He licked all over you, his tongue beginning to rub circular motions on your bundle of nerves. You felt your legs shake, the burning sensation reaching an all time high. “I know you want to come,” he says, the vibrations of his voice adding to the blinding pleasure. “C’mon, baby. Come for me. Show me how good I’m making you feel and let me taste you.”

You’d never heard him say such filthy words before, and it made you grip the comforter under you, your chest pushing upwards as you felt the knot in your stomach burst. Your moans were uncontrollable and louder than usual, the turn of events having caught you completely off guard. You can’t imagine that Nick minds the volume change in your sounds, as he’s told you during the many times he's gone down on you or been in you that he loves the sounds you make for him. He loves knowing that it's him getting you off and that it's him who gets to claim you.

Your orgasm washed through you, your mind going completely blank and all you could focus on was his mouth that continued to suck and lick at your folds as you came undone.

You’d expected him to stop, but that clearly wasn't the case as he didnt pause his attack on your opening. “Nick,” you whined, feeling sensitive after your climax. He ignored you and instead opted to trace the letters of his name onto your clit with his tongue, furthermore asserting dominance over you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned, smearing your juices over your slit before sucking your clit once more. “I want you to come again.”

He said it so nonchalantly that you were caught off guard at this request, shaking your head. “I-I don’t know if I can,”

“You can, baby,” he cooed, his tongue laying flat against you.

You did your best in trying to deal with the sensitivity, your eyes rolling back, broken moans escaping you. “Fuck. Fuck, Nick, please,”

“‘M here,” he said. “Come for me, again.”

There was no doubt that you wouldn’t last even a few seconds this time as you already felt your second orgasm approaching quickly.

It didn’t take much at all for you to spiral over the edge once more, your vision going black momentarily as Nick cleans you up from your second high with his tongue.

Your legs were shaking when he pulled away from you, leaving you almost completely dry as he licked up any and all traces of your release. He crawled back over your form, your hands immediately gripping his blood covered shirt as you pulled him down and onto you, connecting your lips.

You were surprised at the fact that you couldn’t taste any of yourself on his tongue as he sticks it in your mouth, kissing you with the same force he’d been using all night. He really had been craving you to the point of not letting any drop of you go to waste.

You pull away, breathless and tired, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling your scent once more as his arms wrap around your waist. His body completely covered yours making you feel small and protected, a feeling Nick had given you twice tonight, once now and the other when he took the bite for you.

You lay in a peaceful silence, your fingers running through Nick’s hair as he finally lets the tenseness in his body fade away for the first time since he got bit. He felt unbelievably satisfied, despite him being the one to give all the pleasure. Knowing he got you off twice from just his tongue was enough to keep him satisfied. It was he who got you to that point, after all.

You let yourself drift off, your hands still tightly locked in his brown hair. Nick figured he should probably dress you since you were too tired to do so yourself, so he carefully left your embrace, picking up your discarded underwear and slipping them back up your legs. He left your shorts off, figuring that sleeping in jean shorts had to be one of the most uncomfortable pieces of clothing to sleep in. He moved to lay back down next to you, pulling your sleeping form into his chest, allowing you to be as close as possible.

While there were many other urges Nick was currently trying to fight off, his craving for your sweet taste was fulfilled, and he pressed one final kiss to your head before closing his glowing yellow eyes.

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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could you do the quarry guys reacting to reader getting attacked by werewolves? can you also make it angsty, thank u!

A/N: ofc, thanks for the request! I tried to make it angsty, idk if I did it right though. Also I know it’s been a while since we’ve posted, we’ve both been caught up with our lives. After this, I hope to be able to post a little more frequently. Thank you for your patience!

Please be aware this fic contains: Mentions of blood, gore, violence and spoilers.

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Ryan Erzahler:

He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.

But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.

You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.

That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.

The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.

“I’ve been better.” He muttered.

Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.

You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.

Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.

Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.

Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.

Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.

Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.

He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.

He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.

Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.

He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.

“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”

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Dylan Lenivy:

Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.

The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.

As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.

“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.

You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.

You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.

You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.

“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.

Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.

You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.

“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.

Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.

Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.

He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.

~~~~~~~

Jacob Custos:

(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)

You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.

You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.

It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.

You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.

He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.

“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.

“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”

“What do you-” “Stop it!”

You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.

His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman.

You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.

You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side.

The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.

He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.

~~~~~~~

Nick Furcillo:

You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.

Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.

You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.

You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.

You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.

“Over here!” You call back.

He pants as he stops in front of you.

“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.

“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.

You look his way at the sound of the steps.

Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.

You both move closer before-

“HGGRRR”

Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure.

“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.

You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.

You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.

You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach.

Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.

You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you.

You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.

You were so close.

Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt.

“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.

The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears.

He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.

Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.

“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.

~~~~~~~

A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep.

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me reading every the quarry imagine to ever exist before i sleep

#the quarry #the quarry imagine #the quarry game #ryan erzahler x reader #kaitlyn ka x reader #emma mountebank x reader #jacob custos x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #nick furcillo x reader #abigail blyg x reader #travis hackett x reader #chris hackett x reader #hackett’s quarry

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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The boys and their kinks 💕

AN: I literally did this in an hour. There’s probably so many mistakes. I’m sorry. Y’all don’t kill me, but I think Nick is an absolute sleaze ball. Y’all saw how rough he was being with our girl Abi! I know Dylan’s isn’t that long and I do apologize. I’ll write more next time!

TW: breeding kink, dacryphilia, body worship, sensory deprivation, humiliation, public play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, edging, overstimulation, role reversal.

Ryan: He’s my bias, you guys. I love him and will not accept any criticism of him.

Body worship: It goes two ways with him. He’s so touch starved (more than he would like to admit). If you kiss him unexpectedly, his mood will instantly change. He wants to touch every inch of you. He grabs hungrily at the fat of your thighs and ass. The shy demeanor completely melting away when you two are alone. Or better yet, dragging your fingernails slowly against his skin, or under his shirt. Makes our sweet boy feral. Sensory deprivation maybe): He wants you to be tied down and blindfolded while you listen to an erotic audio. You bare all to him. This is what he likes the most. None of the fleeting glances. Not undressing you with his eyes. Just you spread eagle and waiting for him. Anticipating his every move. He finally got to look at you in all of your glory. He can’t help himself but to reach out and touch you. His fingertips grazing over your soft belly, towards your hips. He mind softly as your breath hitches. His reaction is to pinch softly at the rolls there. Savoring every whimper you have. He can feel your body heat up in embarrassment. Smiling to himself, he whispers, “it’s okay baby. I’ll take good care of you.” Knowing you can’t hear him was the best part. He could say every obscenity that has ever crossed his mind about you, and you wouldn’t have a clue. Breeding kink: He just can’t help himself. The way you’re panting and moaning under him only makes him want it even more. Besides, you’re so good with kids. A warmth spreads across his body when you are doing activities with the kids. That’s why he’s got you on your back, lookin up at him with those pretty eyes. Tell him that you love him. That he’s so good. As soon as he hears the magic words, he’ll give you every last drop. That’s the ticket

Nick: (y’all when he got bit by a werewolf and became toxic! mean.) He’s an absolute sleaze ball. Literally asks you what kinda panties you’re wearing.

Degrading/praise: This man is so FUCKING VULGAR

“Don’t you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you. I wanna see you make those slutty faces while fuck you.

“Atta girl, take daddy just like that. Let daddy use this body” he has those big hands that cup your face lovingly while his cock splits you open.

Dacryphilia: His favorite position is missionary, so he can see how broken his princess is. It’s quite bittersweet, how he’s so lovingly calling you sweet names. And yet he’s getting his fill of you. It’s almost too much: A perverse smirk crosses his face as he rails into you. Your sniveling was getting him closer and closer to his peak. Your overstimulation resulting in tears should have made him pull away. The tears welling up in your eyes should’ve made him ask what was wrong. But until he hears that safe word, he’ll lick up those tears for you. (Maybe even call you a crybaby while he’s at it). Humiliation: he’s a bit possessive of his territory. possessive boyfriend Nick who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum. He’s always stealing your panties when he does so, too. He’s an absolute degenerate. Loves to get a reaction out of his shy girl. Will go as far as pulling you over to the nearest, sturdiest tree, and hiking your skirt/dress up. It’s in the middle of the night, so there’s no chance of anyone catching you. But that doesn’t make it any less exciting. Though, the other counselors may have an idea when you come back to the lodge with

Jacob: I know y’all saw him in that little ass crop top 🥵🥵🥵🥵 and those little ass hoochie daddy shorts. I could just eat him up 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Public play: Has no qualms with taking you anywhere. It’s more of the thought that any of the counselors could hear you, that turns him on. He’ll put his fingers in your mouth to “attempt” to silence you. But you both know that he wants everyone to hear. Role-reversal (I guess?): basically, he loves being topped. He’s already so emotionally vulnerable, but when he’s physically vulnerable like this, he’s in heaven. He loves when you put all of your weight on him when you slam down your hips. Loves how your head is thrown back, revealing your beautiful neck. His first thought is to leave you with so many love bites.

Dylan

I headcanon him to be the biggest sub.

Praise kink: Baby honestly just wants a bit of validation. Tell him how good he’s making you feel. How cute and pretty he is when he’s all flustered and needy for your touches and kisses. Every sarcastic comment flying out of his head once you get him alone. Edging: he loves both giving AND receiving the edging. Keep giving him all your lovin until the last minute, then deny this sweet boy his release. Overstimulation: Right after you allow him his release, milk him for everything he’s worth. His salty tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his heaving chest is what sets you over the edge.

#ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #nick furcillo #jacob custos #ryan erzhaler smut #dylan lenivy smut #nick furcillo smut #Jacob custos smut #the quarry #supermassive games #the quarry smut #Ryan erzhaler x reader #nick furcillo x reader #Jacob custos x reader #Dylan lenivy x reader #miles robbins #justice smith #zach tinker #evan evagora

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Just And Just As | Nick Furcillo X Reader

Word Count: 10,000 t.t Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: Implied NSFW, brief mentions of food. Really just a lot of fluff and borderline smut. Idk man, I blacked out when I wrote this. Gender-neutral reader and mentions of a height difference because I couldn't resist.

No, no no no, this is not how your plan ends.

The voices behind you are growing louder. Closer. They'll be here any moment. Trembling hands turn the doorknob once more. It turns. Pull again. Nothing. The damned thing is jammed and won't budge.

"Y/N!"

Shit.

They're almost here. They know this is where you've gone. Any moment now and they'll be rounding that bend into camp. One more time. One more time.

Again, you turn the knob and pull.

No dice. You're accepting defeat - the ziplines would have been a better place to run. Fuck, why did you choose the fucking pool of all places?

The doorknob tears out of your hands as it flies open. Familiar hands grasp your wrists and tug you inside. There's no time to grasp what just happened, no time to avoid stumbling face-first into a broad chest.

"Whoa!" The door audibly slams shut behind you. "What's got you in such a rush, sweetheart?"

Temptation to step back is ebbed away by the arms that circle around you, gently securing you against his chest, fingertips tracing circles into your spine.

"The campers were getting close," you grumble, peering up to meet his eye, "and I couldn't get the damn door to open."

He's silent — just for a moment, brown eyes flickering to the door, then back down to you. "You do remember..." he pauses to fight the big, goofy grin that's sprawling across his face — his efforts are futile, "that the door is a push to open, right?"

Your cheeks burn.

"Oh my god," you bury your face back into his chest, concealing your shame, "what am I supposed to even say after you've just stood here and witnessed me act a fool for a full two minutes?"

"You could say, 'Nick, you're such a good boyfriend, thank you so much for saving me from those rabid counselors and their equally vicious kids'," you're vaguely aware of a nose bumping against the side of your head. It's the best he can do to bend down and rest his head next to yours without outright bending down.

Nick's fingertips ghost up your naked spine, featherlight, settling at the base of your neck. They're firmer, a singular finger tapping the skin there until you draw your face from his chest to meet his gaze. "You look beautiful in this swimsuit," it's barely a whisper, so quiet that you briefly consider whether or not you'd actually heard it. The flame in Nick's cheeks state otherwise, visible even in the darkness of the pool room.

"I wish you could have come to the island with us," your hand wanders up to brush the hair from his eyes, he leans into it, "you would have loved the view from the treehouse."

"Unfortunately, someone around here has to keep all the campers fed," Nick tilts his head to press a kiss into your palm. He misses by a bit, getting the side of it more than anything, but still, it lands. "I've got a lot better of a view right here, anyway."

Both of your cheeks go up in flames, and you have to look away for a moment to regain your composure. You're not quite sure who the comment affected more, you or him. Words are hard to come by, your fingertips idly fidgeting with a lock of his hair. All this effort and planning for some alone time together, and now you can't even find the words to respond to a witty compliment. Nick takes hold of your hand, guiding it further up until you've fully tangled your digits in his long hair. It drives you impossibly closer to him, noses bumping together in your efforts to compensate for your height difference without standing on your tiptoes.

"I hope Jacob didn't trouble you too much while you were out," he says, with a dimpled frown. Jacob's constant pestering has only ramped up now that he became witness to a poorly timed peck on the lips — so much for keeping your relationship a secret, for your sanity's sake.

You shake your head, nose rubbing against his in an unintentional nose kiss, "he's calmed down since your stint in the woods last week." The image of Nick losing his temper and slamming Jacob up against an oak tree is one that will forever be burned into your memory.

Nick's stepping away, and for a fleeting moment, you're afraid that he's suddenly decided that you're far too awkward for his tastes. There's the slightest of tugs upon your wrist and it hits you that he's just leading you behind the lockers. As soon as you've rounded the corner, Nick's crowding your space, backing you into the corner until you have no space left to give him.

His lips bump against yours, touching but not quite there, "you seem to enjoy bringing that up," he observes, and before you can defend yourself, he cuts you off, "you couldn't possibly have a thing for me being mad, hm?"

Again, words fail to find you. You're saved by the familiar pressure of lips against your own, just a peck, one, two, three, four times. He goes in for a fifth, and this time you're standing on your tiptoes and catching him off guard, kissing him properly. Nick whines oh so softly, big, clumsy hands finding their way to your waist as he leans into it. The sound travels its way straight to your core, lighting a fire that burns impossibly brighter as a palm travels down your hip, fingers seizing a plush thigh. He does this every time, yet you still squeak against his lips as your leg is guided up to his hip.

You have to break it, lungs burning as you take a deep breath in, and with Nick's shoulders as leverage, hoist yourself up. It's a far cry from your first attempt, where you had jumped too low and Nick reacted too slowly, finding yourselves in a red-cheeked heap on the kitchen floor and fumbling for an excuse when Mr. H rushed in, fearing the worst.

Nick's giggle shatters the memory, and only now do you become aware of the thin trail of saliva connecting your lips. He makes no effort to break it, squeezing your thighs as he meets your lips once more. Here, with Nick comfortably settled between your legs, it's so much easier to kiss him, no ache from craning your neck up and standing on your tiptoes, just the comfortable flutter in your chest as your lips melt against his.

Cheeky, you nip at his plush bottom lip, tugging it in the slightest of nips. He gasps, lips parting oh so beautifully. He knows your tricks, meets your tongue halfway, chuckling at your surprised retreat. He chases you, hot tongue delving into your mouth, tangling with your own in the softest of touches. He tastes like peanut butter. Your lungs burn as you chase him back, spit-slicked lips sliding against his in the messiest of kisses.

You don't have much time, you both are aware of that, and you take the chance to break away from him in exchange for further ventures, catching your breath in between pecks and licks down his neck.

"Baby," he warns, and you're becoming increasingly aware of a blooming pressure between your legs.

The warning is futile, though, because your lips land on a sensitive spot just below his jaw, sucking at it gently. Nick twitches under your touch, pressing you further into the lockers with his hips, a newly freed palm gripping the back of your head as your tongue salves across the spot. The pressure of Nick between your legs is a new one, you can't quite recall a moment where he was ever this close.

"Baby wait, oh," he's powerless at the way that you nip at his skin, it's one of your favorite things to exploit.

Light explodes above you, white LEDs burning into your poor retinas.

Nick's letting you down almost immediately, backing away as if burned. The room feels impossibly cold without him crowding your senses, drowning you in all he has to offer.

"I knew I'd find you two stooges in here somewhere," Mr. H's voice is jarring, compared to how softly you and Nick had been speaking. It's only now that you realize that you've shut your eyes. "The hell are you two doing in here?"

"Intense game of rock paper scissors," Nick supplies, "we're going to Nationals, haven't you heard?"

When Mr. H doesn't immediately buy it, you fill in with your preplanned lie. "I got a migraine from the sun and this was the only quiet, dark place we could find," you've told this lie so many times that everyone is beginning to think it's true.

"Where are the sunglasses I bought you?" Mr. H makes a motion for you and Nick to head towards the door. You follow without question.

"Emma borrowed them for a theater class and never gave them back," at least you're honest, this time, "it's all an exploit to keep me from telling you how she's sneaking out at night."

"Are you sure you don't want us to tell you how they're doing it?" Nick chuckles, bumping his shoulder against yours with a not-so-discreet wink.

Mr. H shakes his head, fumbling with his keys. Hell, he's locking the door this time. "I want to catch them organically, in the act," he says, rather jovial for a man who just walked in on two of his counselors making out in the locker room, "what use am I if I can't even catch two horny twenty-year-olds sneaking out?"

His loss, you suppose. Ever since Emma figured out that Mr. H religiously goes to bed at 10:45 PM sharp, gets up once to pee at 2 AM, and then sleeps until 6:30, they haven't been caught once.

Nick bumps you again, harder this time, forcing you to glare up at him and acknowledge his presence. There's a red spot under his jaw and a funny little glint in his eye — like he's gotten away with murder.

"Back to why I'm looking for you, Y/N, you have a patient, and Nick, you have mouths to feed." Just like that, your excitement has exited from your body and flown off to the high heavens.

Back to work.

Blaire Whitson is one of those children that is almost always in your office, nursing a new injury. Yesterday she fell off the swing and cut her hand wide open, the day before that, she burned her tongue on a freshly roasted marshmallow.

"Why did Lucas push you off the canoe?" Talking is hard when you're focusing on this stubborn splinter, but it's all you can do to keep the poor girl from crying.

She huffs, loud and dramatic, "same reason he pushed me out of the tree last week. He doesn't like that I have a crush on Antonio."

You've almost got this splinter, but she keeps moving and you keep losing the damn thing, no matter how hard you try to keep her knee still.

"I still think he's just jealous," there's only one person at this camp who bares that accent.

"Hi, Counselor Nick," Blaire giggles. In her moment of distraction, her knee finally holds still long enough for you to get that damned splinter. She doesn't even notice it.

"What are you doing all the way up here?" You sneak a glance up to Nick whilst you reach for the Neosporin.

He's settled himself in the doorway frame, idly massaging his wrist as he watches you do your thing. "Burned myself in the kitchen," he lifts his hand, showing off the angry red burn along the side of his right palm, "my hired help turned on the wrong burner."

You don't need to ask who his hired help is. It is common knowledge that Dylan is a menace in the cafeteria and should not be allowed within fifty feet of a microwave, regardless of whether he's being chaperoned or not. You suppose that's why you've been smelling something burning for the past half hour.

"Why would Lucas be jealous?" You haven't quite figured that one out, just seems like childish bullying, but you're not usually spending time with the kids.

Nick settles in an open chair next to you, still has a faint red mark along his neck. You practically have to drag your eyes away from it, and only because Nick is leaning over to whisper in your ear. "Ryan confiscated a love letter from him this morning."

Ah.

It takes less than a minute for you to finish cleaning up Blaire's injuries, and then she's rushing off to get dinner before it's too late. She's eaten late meals in your office far too many times for it to be a fun experience for her anymore, and you're thankful that she doesn't linger like a lot of kids do.

"Sit." You point a finger at the newly empty bed, getting up to fetch a cold compress and anything else you suspect you may need to treat his burn. You assume it can't be too bad — Nick has never been great at hiding his pain, and he doesn't seem all that bothered right now.

The burn isn't too bad, much to your relief. Nick whines every time you touch it, but that's the most you gather out of him.

"Love note, huh?"

"Said something about being upset that every girl likes his brother and not him," Nick grumbles as you massage aloe into the angry flesh of his hand, "couldn't imagine why the ladies aren't all over him."

"It's almost as if people avoid bullies, out of fear of being bullied themselves," you're struggling to focus on the task at hand. Nick's uninjured hand working its way up your shoulder is proving to be quite distracting.

"What? You don't consider being shoved out of a canoe a quality trait in a man?" He teases, giggling at his own dumb comment.

"Not exactly, no," you raise your head at the same time he does, brushing your noses together.

You can't quite bring yourself to pull away. You really should, considering the door is wide open, but you can't resist just one kiss. It seems Nick had the same idea, because he meets you halfway, chases you down for another as soon as the first one ends.

"I wish we got to have more alone time," he pouts, the moment your lips have left his. "There's literally nowhere to escape, and our wonderful coworkers take over the boathouse every damn night."

An idea strikes you as you reach for the gauze. "Why don't we sneak down to the ziplines? There's a dock down there, too."

"Oh thank the Lord, are you two finally gonna fuck?"

You're not sure when Dylan arrived, but there he is, smug as ever in the doorway. Before you can ask what he's doing here, he points to your medicine cabinet. "I need hard drugs and a nap."

Ah, right.

Dylan has a habit of getting migraines while in the cafeteria. Something about the various noises and smells just sets him off. He's brought his honorary bottle of water, saving you the trouble of fetching one yourself.

"Cabinets unlocked," you supply, beginning to wrap Nick's hand, "don't overdose."

You know the drill by now. Feed Dylan some painkillers and allow him a 30-minute nap on one of the beds, and he's good as new. You're thankful that he doesn't follow up on his first statement. If there's anyone at this camp who knows how to tease without being a genuine pest, it's Dylan.

Jacob should start taking lessons.

"Is this where you go every night after dinner?" Nick is so wrapped up in his new revelation that he doesn't notice when you finish wrapping his injury, leaving his hand stuck out even as you step away to put your things back.

"Congrats, you've found me out," Dylan says around two ibuprofen, "took you long enough."

You don't have to ask about what's coming next, ushering Nick out of the room to avoid any more fussy remarks from your most frequent patient. You just so happened to have picked the one room with a decent mattress, and Dylan religiously picks that room to sleep in.

"What's going on?" Nick wonders aloud, once the door has fallen shut behind the both of you.

"That room has the only decent mattress," you elaborate, yawning, "Dylan refuses to sleep anywhere else."

With Dylan curled up in your office, Nick walks you down to the cafeteria under the promise of reheating a meal for you. Dinner is already over, much to your dismay, but there seem to be some perks to dating the lead chef. The kitchen is a damn mess, but it's one that Nick seems to know like the back of his hand. He breezes through it, alternating between a variety of pots and pans seamlessly. There's only one empty space, in the corner next to the fridge. You swear Nick keeps it cleared just because you always sit there. You're just beginning to sit down on the wooden stool when he comes bounding over like a puppy.

"Chili mac 'n cheese," he announces in his best southern accent, placing a bowl in front of you, "and cornbread." The cornbread is on a napkin, he's been improvising ever since Dylan knocked over a whole rack of plates last week.

"Is this how you got rid of all those different noodles?" There are at least five different noodles in this, even alphabet pasta, strangely enough. Nick nods, long hair bouncing with the motion. He's always like this, eagerly awaiting your reaction to his cooking.

Nick can be quite the chef when he wants to be, and that proves to ring true even with this unusual-looking chili. He starts grinning when you go in for a second bite and cheers when you give him a thumbs up.

"Do you have tomorrow figured out or is that still a work in progress?" You ask, reaching up to push his hair from his eyes.

"Chili spaghetti," he chirps, around a mouth of cornbread. He's been obsessed with it ever since Mr. H lent him the Hackett family recipe, makes it two or three times a week anymore.

You're not sure if you heard him right. "Chili what now?"

"Chili spaghetti," he says, slower this time, "my dad and I tried it after we went camping midwest last year. I've been thinking about it ever since." His stomach growls as he speaks, as if to put emphasis on his statement.

If you had your phone, you would look this up, because you have no idea what the hell this entails. Alas, Mr. H is hellbent on keeping the camp as "original as possible", whatever that means. It makes sense for the counselors, but you'd really appreciate it if he would lighten up on the rules. Especially considering how often you overhear him playing Candy Crush.

Boomers.

You finish your food quickly — Nick's waiting on you before he starts cleaning, and you'd like to lend him a hand so that he doesn't get stuck in here until 11 PM again. It's happened before and you'd feel guilty if you let it happen again. You take off to hunt down stray utensils in the cafeteria, while Nick begins the long, strenuous process of washing every single dish by hand.

"I have eleven runaway spoons and a singular plate," you announce, upon your re-entry. Nick makes a noise, you can't tell if it's him acknowledging you or if he's just pissed off with the pot he's scrubbing. He's got a glove on his burnt hand, which only seems to be getting in the way more than anything.

With a clean towel, you dry the dishes and put them away, working as quickly as you can to catch up to Nick's queue. It's not hard — most of the dishes are the same and as such, go in the same places. Between that and the pots, you catch up to Nick rather quickly. You're leaning against the counter, waiting for the next dish when Dylan comes bounding in.

"We're back in business boys," he yawns, making a beeline for the spare sink, "Y/N I hope you can keep up."

Going into this, you weren't aware it was a challenge. Regardless, you're up for it. With two pairs of hands washing, your job gets a lot more hectic. Back and forth, you alternate between the two stations, drying the dishes as you walk them to their destinations.

"So are you two actually going down to the ziplines tonight?" Dylan asks as he hands you a particularly large knife, still dripping with water when you take it.

Nick's handing you a handful of spoons as you breeze past him. "Depends on whether we finish these dishes in time and if Mr. H catches us."

The knife block is just out of your reach, to your dismay. You have to clamber onto a stool to get to it, have to ignore the amused grins of your much taller peers. Sometimes you catch yourself wishing witchcraft was real, just so you could pay a witch to make them short for a day. Humble them a little. There's laughter outside, and you're pretty sure that's Kaitlyn who's raising her voice to garner everyone's attention.

Dylan huffs dramatically, sets down a bowl a tad too hard, "another campfire without us." It's an ongoing issue — the kitchen crew gets left behind to do all of the cleanups while the rest of the counselors go to the campfire to listen to Ryan's campfire tales. You used to go with them, but ever since you stumbled across Nick and Dylan washing dishes after midnight, you've felt too guilty to not help them out.

"We're almost done," Nick, ever the optimist.

You're working up a bit of a sweat, jumping between the two stations, drying dishes as fast as your hands will allow. Nick's moving as fast as he can. He really wants to make it to one of these fires — you can see it in his eyes. Eyebrows furrowed, tongue poked out of his mouth as he scrubs away, determined to get these dishes done.

"Is there a reason why the nurse is in the kitchen?" Mr. H's voice is so jarring that you nearly drop the plates you're cradling.

"I want to sleep at a decent time," Dylan's tongue is sharp as he speaks, "forgive us for accepting some much-needed help."

You choose not to speak, smiling as you breeze past to take another freshly washed dish. It would be far nicer if Mr. H would go ahead and just scold or kick you out, but he just stands there in the doorway, hands on his hips, staring. His presence makes it harder to focus on the task at hand. Your hands tremble as you take the next set of dishes, nearly drop a spoon when you're separating it from the forks. 'It's okay', Nick mouths, out of view of Mr. H's careful watch.

"Y/N, get to the campfire and help with the kids," your heart sinks, "I'll take over and help them finish up."

"We literally have ten plates left," Dylan deadpans.

Mr. H is quiet, stares until it begins to feel uncomfortable again. Frowning, you hand off your dish to Mr. H and head for the door. You feel like a stray cat being tossed out into the rain, slinking out into the rapidly darkening outdoors. The campers have already been herded down to the fire pit, leaving the main section of the camp empty and deserted. Walking alone in the woods is not your favorite cup of tea. It's not even that far, but the dark forest is ominous, trees towering overhead, bushes concealing God knows what behind them. The constant reports of kids seeing something lurking in the woods at night are certainly not helping the matter.

Alone and out of Mr. H's watchful eye, you drag your feet, walking as slowly as you can manage without outright stopping. Either time must be passing slower, or Mr. H is talking the boys' ears off because you find yourself approaching a roaring campfire and the boys are nowhere to be seen. Kaitlyn's waving you over, perched up on the 'Counselors Log' as she calls it. You're still not sure how she's managed to ward off all the kids, but she's successfully staked her claim and so far it seems to be well respected.

"How did flirting with Nick go?" She asks once you're within earshot.

"Great until Mr. H ran me off," pause for dramatic effect, "twice."

"Keep on trying my little Storm Trooper," you can smell the faintest twinge of alcohol on her breath, must've been a hard day for her to dig out the vodka she smuggled in, "once you get out of here, you'll be set for life with that man's fortune."

Here we go again. "I still don't know what makes you think he's rich," there's not much space on the log, you're surprised you have room to fit. Of course, all of the counselors could hypothetically fit, if Jacob wasn't taking up an entire quarter of it.

"Dude, he was wearing a designer jacket at orientation!" Emma chirps, kicking her feet. "He has to at least come from a little money."

Right on queue, Dylan and Nick walk around the bend. Mr. H follows closely behind, like some sort of creepy shadow. Something cold hits your legs, and you realize it's Kaitlyn handing you her canteen. "Hold this and pretend it's yours," she whispers, "I'm afraid Mr. H may be on to me and my drinking habits."

There's a big shuffle to fit the two extra counselors — Jacob doesn't want to move to the edge and close his damn legs, Ryan nearly knocks Abigail's notebook into the fire and she just about smacks him upside the head with it once it's returned. You find yourself teetering on the edge of the log, thrilled that Nick has chosen to sit next to you, but it's getting hard to stay on this damn log.

"This log could be just a little bit bigger," Nick chuckles, watching you struggle. "Would you rather sit in my lap?"

You're not sure if it's his words or if it's the raging fire that puts the red in your cheeks. "Are you sure?"

"Long as you're comfortable with it," he says it so easily like it's the simplest thing in the world.

Despite your better judgment —the kids are definitely not going to let this one go— you agree. Nick shuffles a bit, adjusting to the extra space, and reaches out for you with open arms. He curls around you, long arms securing around your waist as you settle into his lap. Vaguely, you become concerned that you may be a bit too heavy for him. You attempt to alleviate that worry by putting more of your weight onto your feet than you are in his lap, it's an awkward sensation.

Nick's arms tighten, pulling you the rest of the way down. Plan? Foiled. "You're not too heavy for me, darling, don't even worry about that," lips ghost against the shell of your ear, presses a kiss behind it. There's a loud gasp from the kids that has you freezing, fearing the worst. Did you do something?

Then you hear Ryan's voice, and it hits you that he's just telling a story. Nick's chin hooks over your shoulder, a welcome weight that draws the stress from your tired body. He's so warm, all wrapped up around you like an oversized blanket, it's like you were made to fit right into his arms.

You've forgotten about the canteen in your hand. At least, forgotten it until Kaitlyn reaches over and plucks it from your hand. "Don't you two just look cozy," she teases, and you feel Nick hide his face in your shoulder.

Ryan's tale of the night comes to a close, and the kids are not happy about it. A handful of them beg for another story in their shrill little voices, someone offers their fruit snacks as bribery. You really need to pay attention to his stories more often, they're the highlight of the night, and half the time, you don't even hear them.

"I think I've told a story for just about everything," Ryan's mostly just talking to himself, albeit loudly.

"Have you told a story about werewolves yet?" The words tumble out of your mouth before you can do anything about it.

Ryan's eyebrows furrow, and he's quiet for a moment. "Can't say that I have, actually."

"Hey guys," Mr. H is lowering his voice, stepping between you and the fire, "let's just skip the werewolf topic and get everyone to bed."

It's not like you're being scolded, you've done nothing wrong, but his tone makes you feel like you've committed the most heinous crime imaginable. Your coworkers share the same expression, confused beyond words.

"Mr. H, we still have thirty minutes before bed," Nick's protest goes nowhere. Mr. H's words are law, and if he wants everyone in bed now, what more choice do you have?

With a bucket of water, Mr. H puts out the fire, and you're once again tasked to do a job that you don't get paid enough for. Getting out of Nick's lap is the worst part—you feel so safe there; it's like nobody could lay a single finger on you.

Getting the kids back to their cabins is like herding cats. Someone is always doing their own thing and not listening to instructions, and it makes your job impossibly tricky. You lose sight of Nick rather quickly, too wrapped up in stopping a group of boys from marching off to 'hunt down the wendigos themselves'. In a way, their attitude reminds you of Jacob. Invincible until they're not. It's all you can do to keep the ringleader from tearing off into the night, and he's only talked out of it once you're out of the forest altogether.

"Campers, head to your cabins!" Kaitlyn shouts, "don't make me tell you twice!"

She's gonna have to tell them twice. About half the kids, including your Wendigo Fighters, trudge to their cabins, but the remaining half cant give a damn what she just said. Who's truly in charge here? Because it seems like the campers could overrun this place if they so chose. Speaking of running camps, you can see Mr. H tying some sort of rope to the side of the pool building. He's dragging the rope across the lawn, looks like he's taking it all the way across the main exit of camp. The hell is he doing?

There's a small voice behind you that barely stands out among the chatter of campers. Blaire stands behind you, Antonio close behind, holding her tiny little hand.

"Did you say something?" You ask, kneeling to get on her level.

"Counselor Nick asked me to ask you to come and save him," she repeats, pointing off to your right.

Ah. There's Nick.

He's amassed himself a small crowd, and he really doesn't look like he knows how to get out of it. This happens every time he opens his mouth; the kids love asking him to say things in his accent.

"Thanks, Blaire," you reach up to fix a stray hair, "head on to your cabin now, 'kay?"

With Blaire and her friend running off to their cabins, you're faced with the familiar task of saving your boyfriend from certain doom. You can hear the words he's saying, "butter," "squirrel," and "juice box," being the first three you hear.

"Okay, kids, let's not harass Counselor Nick anymore than we have to," you hate raising your voice, but it's the only thing that's ever worked in the past. The kids are disappointed, but they scamper off just as Kaitlyn whips out the megaphone.

You get the feeling that you're no longer their favorite Counselor.

With the megaphone out, you only have a few moments before you need to disappear into your respective cabins, but Nick's wandering hands are finding your waist, bringing you in for the quickest of kisses. "You never told me your plan for tonight, love."

You'd almost forgotten about that. Had you even planned anything?

"The two stooges sneak out at eleven fifteen; we might be able to get out after they do," you offer. Quite frankly, you have no other ideas.

"Works for me," another kiss, and then you're separating, jogging to your cabins before Kaitlyn can come after you. It's happened before—you still think your left ear is ringing a bit.

Your bunk isn't much, just some tiny thing tucked into the corner. The frame is cracking, so nobody sleeps above you, and you've tucked a spare sheet around it to create some makeshift curtains. It's nice; privacy is a rarity around here. As a bonus, your bed is pushed right up against the window, granting you full, unlimited access to it. You're really glad that you left the blinds open this morning because opening those would make a lot of racket.

The kids settle in rather quickly; your cabin has learned the hard way that Kaitlyn does not mess around when it comes to bedtime. She is a woman of routine, and she has no problem reminding them who is in charge. The problem is that now, the cabin is impossibly quiet, and you have nothing to help pass the time.

Pushing open the window helps a little bit—at least now you have some fresh air. The camp is eerily quiet, forest looming behind, a monster in plain sight. You will never understand how people go camping alone. What do you do if something gets ahold of you? If something goes horribly wrong?

It feels like an hour has passed before Jacob's cabin door opens up; your watch says it's only been twenty minutes. Emma comes out next. It's clear that she does this pretty often because she makes no effort to be quiet. How Mr. H constantly fails to catch them, you'll never know.

Nick's door is the last to open. He's more cautious about it, minding the squeaky, loose stairs far better than Jacob and Emma did. He crouches next to his cabin, only scurries across camp when the two have their backs turned on their way out of camp. Unfortunately for him, he isn't graceful enough to avoid stepping on and snapping a rather loud twig.

"Did you hear that?" Good lord, why is Jacob observant now, of all times? He wasn't very observant last week when he drove the golf cart into a ditch.

Emma is dismissive, you don't hear what she says, but she's tugging on his arm and urging him on his way. From behind the central tree, Nick pokes his head out, wide-eyed and pale. You feel like you're in a spy movie when you clamber out of the window as quietly as you can manage. The way that Nick scurries over reminds you of a puppy, clumsily tripping over his own feet, just barely able to catch himself.

The loudest cowbells you've ever heard ring in the distance.

So that's what Mr. H was doing earlier. You can hear his voice in the distance, a bright white flashlight landing on the two escapees. There's no time for Nick to run back, not without getting caught himself. Nick seems to have gathered that himself because he picks up his speed and jumps, grabbing onto the railing and hoisting himself over in one fluid motion. He doesn't need to say anything, you're already climbing back through the window, and Nick is tumbling in after you.

Limbs are everywhere, you don't know where Nick starts, and you end. This bed is barely big enough for you, never mind you and Nick. He might as well be a second blanket, with the way he's sprawled out on top of you, panting in your ear.

"This isn't how I imagined this escapade turning out," he whispers, voice unintentionally sending a ripple down your spine. He must feel it because he finally squirms himself away from your ear.

Mr. H is beginning his lecture outside; you can hear it in his tone. Preaching about responsibility and putting the kids first. You'd heard enough of this at orientation.

"After all, what will the parents think?" Nick mocks with a roll of his eyes.

"If something happens to the kids, their parents won't send them back next year," you finish, much to his delight.

Nick shuffles around, rearranging your positions to put you closest to the window. Your pillow barely accommodates the two of you, but you hardly even notice it. It's hard to think of anything when Nick's all wrapped around you, legs tangled with your own, barely an inch of space between you.

His hand slips under your shirt, settling flat on the small of your back. "Isn't it silly that a lecture is what brought us together?"

It was only a month and a half ago, but it feels like it's been a millennium since that day. Framed for a mistake made by Emma, you and Nick had been subjected to an hour-long lecture and a three-day sentence to cleaning. You've been bound at the hip ever since.

"Remember the fight in the showers?" It's growing hard to think; Nick is so warm that he's putting you to sleep.

He hums, "I was convinced that you hated me."

You'd coincidentally thought the same thing. Strange how all this worked out. Nick presses a kiss into your forehead, then another one, right between your eyes—you can't help but giggle at the sensation.

"Shh," a kiss to your nose, "your giggles are going to get us caught."

"Well, nobody was bothered by the cow—," you're cut off by a pair of familiar lips, effectively shutting you up. The kiss is too short for your liking, Nick may have only intended it to be a small peck, but you didn't sneak him into your bed just for a peck.

He gasps against your mouth, effectively surprised at how you chase him down, and for an agonizing moment, he goes still. Your hand finds its way up his chest, fingers splaying out over his heart, and that's what draws him from his stupor. It's a sensation that you never want to get used to, the way you fit together, the pressure of his soft lips against yours, the strength of his arms around you.

Teeth clack together with a soft noise; your mouth opens to him, a hot tongue delving into your mouth. His tongue is rather short, can't quite reach yours unless you meet him halfway, and the muffled whine you receive makes it all the more worth it. You don't know who's melting more, can't tell who is breaking kisses to gasp for air and who is starting them again. What you do know is that it's you who moves your leg up; it's Nick who whimpers when your thigh presses into your groin.

Oh, what you wouldn't give to be in a place where you could adequately act upon your inner thoughts.

"Fuck," Nick pants, breathless, although you're not much better yourself. He shifts a bit, only making your thigh press harder into him, and you suddenly become very aware of what you're doing to him.

Drawing your lips away from his feels like the most monumental task you've ever completed; it's all you can do to stop yourself from kissing him until your lips bruise and your heads spin. You don't want to go to sleep, but you know that if you continue on, neither of you may be able to stop.

Neither of you recalls exactly who fell asleep first or when. It just happened somewhere between Nick's thumb rubbing the side of your cheek and the novelty of sharing a bed for the first time. One moment you're gazing into sleepy brown eyes; the next, Nick's watch is vibrating and stirring you both from your slumber.

"What...?" Words are difficult. Your bones are heavy; it feels like you've slept for a century and a half.

"Just my alarm," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.

Despite the growing need to get up and be ready before the kids, neither of you can bring yourselves to move. Nick is so warm against you, a stark contrast to the cool breeze coming in through the open window. The moment is fleeting, though, as Nick's watch reminds you of the time.

"Find me in the kitchen later," kiss, "I have something to show you." Before you know it, he's slipping out the door and scurrying back to his own cabin before Dylan can wake everyone with his announcements.

You don't get a chance to visit Nick until after lunch.

Usually, you have time in the morning, not for long but enough for a kiss on the cheek and a chat about the day's plans, but your day is going wrong in every possible way. First, two of the showers broke, and your morning shower rapidly turned into a midday one, and so, so many kids fell when on their trail hike with Ryan and Jacob. You've never seen so many scraped knees and elbows in your life.

When you do finally get to visit, Nick is... "What are you doing?"

Nick all but jumps, startled by your sudden appearance. It's short-lived because very quickly, he's grinning and waving you over to look at what he's concocting now.

"I don't get it," really, you don't. He's got what appears to be raspberries or strawberries in a strainer and a tin can underneath.

"Do you remember how Mr. H bought all that lemonade, and now we don't know what to do with it?" Whatever this is, he's excited, practically vibrating with it.

Cautious, you nod your head. You were one of the poor souls who had to carry all of it in and put it into the freezer. It's hard to forget that much lemonade.

Nick moves the strainer, revealing a bright red liquid underneath. "I made syrups," he can barely speak with how much he's smiling, "now we can have a little variety."

Where he's found the time to figure this out, you're not sure. He's handing you a glass from the fridge, already mixed with syrup and ready to go. Nick has never given you something that didn't taste amazing, and as you take your first sip, it continues to ring true. Strawberry lemonade.

"God, you look at Y/N like they hand-crafted the universe," Dylan must be coming up with these in advance—he's too quick with it.

"Hey," Nick scoffs, "you're not much better than I am."

"At least I don't give off the vibes of a golden retriever."

Speechless. That's what Nick is. Jaw slack, eyes wide as he glances at his reflection on the fridge. Now that it's been pointed out, you can't unsee it.

It falls quiet. Nick is still looking at himself in what you can only assume is horror; Dylan is getting into the granola stash, and you're so busy watching them that you don't even think to speak. Distantly, you think you can hear Emma and Jacob bickering, a familiar sound around these parts.

"Romeo and Juliet got sentenced to three days of hard labor," Dylan supplies around a mouthful of granola. Nick grimaces, and you can't tell if it's in response to the punishment or the granola.

"I can't believe Mr. H caught them with cow bells on a rope," there's a glint in Nick's eye as he speaks. "What's he got them doing?"

"Do you want to find out?" Mr. H's voice is loud, booming through the quiet little kitchen, effectively shaking you to your core. You don't realize that you've jumped and grabbed onto Nick until his arm is wrapped around you, anchoring you against him.

Emma stumbles in through the door, her cheeks red from the sun, "Y/N, can I borrow you? For...something?" Being borrowed means, you'll be busy until sundown. But you'll take anything over Mr. H staring through your very soul as if he knows all of your wrongdoings. Slipping from Nick's protective embrace, you follow her out of the building. She's got a mini play going on, but she needs extra hands, and Jacob is being particularly...Jacob, today.

"I just need someone to keep an eye on the extras and make sure they don't wander off," she tells you.

At first, you don't understand it, but then it becomes very clear that her group tends to wander. You feel like a herding dog, weaving back and forth and turning the little heathens back to the task at hand. One of the kids spills your lemonade all over the ground, and nobody owns up to it. You hadn't even gotten to drink much of it, and now your glass is completely empty.

Mr. H really doesn't pay you guys enough.

"Has Mr. H been rude to you lately, or is he just doing it to me and Jacob?" Emma asks you shortly after Ryan has come to escort the kids to dinner.

"He definitely has been sort of..." you have to stop cleaning up just to have a coherent thought. Yeah, now that she mentions it, he definitely has been teetering between pleasant and snappy lately. "Snappy? Menacing?"

"An ass?" She drops some gnome hats into her costume box, "he got mad at me and Jacob earlier just for being in the same room."

With all of the gnome gear packed away, the two of you are finally able to leave. The sun is already falling, bathing the forest in deep hues of red and orange—a true golden hour. It's comforting, a stark contrast to how menacing it can be once the sun goes down. A shiver ripples down your spine.

As you grow near the main building, Mr. H's truck tears out of the driveway, sending dirt and gravel flying up into a plume of smoke. Idle, Ryan stands stiff as a board where the truck was once parked. Even from a ways away, you can see the whites of his eyes, like a deer in headlights. When he finally does come to face you, he remains the epitome of shocked, jaw-slack, eyes distant.

"What's going on?" Emma's the first to speak.

Ryan's quiet for a moment, and then, "he's...leaving for the night?" He says it as if he doesn't quite believe what he's saying.

There's a cheer to your left. It sounds like Jacob and...

"Nick?" You're surprised to hear your own voice. He just grins, stepping out from beside Jacob to come to you.

"We're finally unsupervised!" Jacob looks like a little kid as he all but stumbles over to you, taking the box of props from your hands, "I'll take this."

With Mr. H gone, Jacob and Emma are bound at the hip again, and you get the feeling you won't be seeing them until morning. In the back of your mind, a tiny voice suggests you do the same, but your grumbling stomach has its own ideas. Nick doesn't need to say a word, taking your hand in his and walking you to the cafeteria.

Sometimes you think he'd go hungry if that meant keeping you fed.

Chili on top of spaghetti is not what you expect him to put in front of you. To be fair, he did tell you that this is what he'd be making, but it still gets you. For once, you get to sit at the Counselor's table, a luxury you don't often have these days. Nick settles next to you, absolutely enthralled with what he's made.

"Didn't you eat once already, Nick?" Kaitlyn remarks, biting into a slice of garlic bread. Nick's cheeks turn pink, all he can do is nod and stare at his empty plate.

Is he...pouting?

You choose not to bring it up with the others around, Nick's never been good at explaining what he's feeling, and teasing will only ensue if you ask. He does, however, scoot closer to you. Enough so that your thighs are pressed together, and your shoulders brush with every movement. You stay like that, listening to the conversations happening around you as you finish your food. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Dylan heading for the stairs, bleary-eyed and half awake.

Abigail leans her elbows against the table, lowering her voice as if Dylan can somehow hear her over all the chatter. "Where does Dylan always go this time of the day?"

"Not a clue," lying straight through your teeth. He's probably curling up in your office as you speak, but that's none of your concern.

With Mr. H gone, you and the counselors have free reign over what to do for the night, and together you all decide that the best thing to do would be letting them play at the cabins until bedtime. A far easier task than herding them to the fire and back.

The routine begins. Nick takes your dishes, disappearing into the kitchen just before Kaitlyn and Abigail begin directing the kids. In the blink of an eye, you're carrying leftover dishes into the kitchen, and you're once again taking up a towel to begin the drying process.

"I'm here, I'm queer," Dylan all but bursts into the kitchen, "and I don't want to be here."

"This would be so much easier if Mr. H would actually invest in this place," Nick's critique is not without reason. It feels like half of the camp is falling apart around you. From the unfinished construction and deteriorating structures to its barely functioning equipment. Hell, the golf carts are so old that parts for them are becoming rarer by the day.

"At least he's left us for the night," you try to be positive about the situation, but there's nothing positive about a whole bunch of dirty dishes.

It's dizzying, spinning back and forth between stations so mindlessly. With no Mr. H to worry about, it goes smoothly. Nothing gets dropped, and it's looking like none of Nick's plates have gone missing, for once. The same cannot be said for the forks, which seem to have dropped in numbers since yesterday, likely at the bottom of the trashcan. None of you get paid enough to go in after them.

It's quiet outside. Far too quiet, actually. Usually, you can at least hear the kids playing or a counselor talking a touch too loud, but all you hear tonight are crickets. Nick must be picking up on it, too because he's squeezing your hand a bit tighter than usual, and he's not torn his eyes away from the path.

Darkness has already fallen, casting a blanket of black and blues upon the forest. A full moon hangs in the sky, acting as the only light to guide you through the poorly-lit trail. The cabins are deserted, with not a child in sight.

"Can you believe it?" Kaitlyn's sudden appearance startles you. "We got everyone in bed without a singular thing going wrong."

"Gee, did you threaten them, or did they do that naturally?" Dylan barely dodges the swift kick that comes for his shins. You don't think he'd even have shins anymore if Kaitlyn's legs were any longer.

"It just required a werewolf story," you hadn't even seen Ryan sitting on the cabin steps. Had he been there the whole time? "Kaitlyn called for bedtime, and they scattered like roaches."

Abigail giggles next to him. "You should have seen them, scurrying to their cabins like a werewolf was after them."

As conversation blossoms, Nick lightly tugs at your hand, eyes darting from you to the beaten path leading to the ziplines. Well, here's your chance to finally go through with that plan. You move slowly, at first, feet treading lightly as you depart from your group. If anybody notices, they don't mention it.

Then, Nick's picking up the pace, and you're all out running, wrapped in a fit of giggles as you sprint hand in hand to the ziplines. Finally, finally, you have each other all to yourselves, with absolutely no one around to impose. The forest is dark and Lord only knows what's lurking in the shadows, but the path feels like it's lit up like a Christmas tree. Absolutely nothing can come between you, Nick, and the open trail ahead of you.

"Do you think they know we're gone?" Nick pants, just as the ziplines appear in your line of sight.

You're already stumbling to a slow walk, lungs burning, out of breath for all the wrong reasons. Nick's long strides are hard to keep up with. "Let's just hope they don't come looking for us."

The ziplines aren't as nice as the boathouse is. It used to be illuminated by a singular fluorescent lamp post, but the bulb has since gone out, and Mr. H refuses to buy "unnecessary lights." The stairs are a different monster in of itself. Old wooden boards creak menacingly beneath your feet, seemingly growing louder with every step you take.

"Y/N."

"Did you say something?" You turn to look up at Nick, who just cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Nope," he blinks, "at least...I don't think I did?"

It happens again, at the bottom of the stairs. A faint whisper of your name, fleeting, dancing around your ear just long enough for you to become convinced that you didn't make it up.

"Did you say my name?"

"Baby, I haven't said a word since the last time you thought I said something."

You're not sure if you buy it or not, but Nick is tugging you into his chest, wrapping you into the sweetest of hugs—tight, just enough to remind you that you're safe. He's got you. You're safe here. He sways you back and forth, the motion shaking all of the worries from your head and filling the space with nothing but Nick. Nick and his heart that you can feel pitter-pattering against your ear. The way his fingertips trace invisible shapes into your spine, the way his cologne meets your nose, a faint mixture of vanilla and coconut that's just barely there.

"It's just the forest playing tricks on you," he murmurs into your ear, chin heavy on your shoulder, "I've got you."

You only unwrap from each other to go and sit at the end of the dock, feet dangling off the edge. Nick's feet just barely avoid touching the water; any wrong move and you're afraid he may end up with wet feet.

"I think this is the first time we've ever truly been by ourselves," yawning, he leans over to rest his head against yours, "as strange as that is to say."

"Do you think we'll get more moments like this before summer ends?" You hadn't intended to ask that yet, but it tumbles out of your mouth anyway.

Nick hums, the noise sending a quiver down your spine. "I like to think that we will," soft lips press a kiss to the skin just before your ear, "maybe after we leave, we can have a night to ourselves at that one hotel in town."

"Harvester?"

"Harabinger?"

It starts with an H; that's all you can recall. It's hard to think with Nick's nose pressed against your cheek, hot breath fanning out against your sensitive skin. An unknown voice calls your name from across the shore; you know you heard it this time. Yet you pay it no mind—distracted by the kisses trailing across your cheek and the sparkling brown eyes that could drown you if you gazed into them for too long.

His lips meet yours, a gentle, unmistakable pressure that you've come to know so well over these past weeks. He breaks it, then comes back, once, twice, thrice. You don't have time to consider pulling him into something that isn't just a few teasing pecks; he does it all for you. It's soft at first, just a simple caress, and then he deepens it in a way that has your head spinning.

His arm is circling you, drawing you closer until there's no space between you, and that's still not enough. Even as his tongue licks into your mouth, testing the waters, he's still not close enough, won't be until there isn't an ounce of space left between your tired bodies. It's that feeling that guides you to breaking the kiss—you can barely manage it, especially not when Nick whines and attempts to chase you down— to swing yourself over and straddle his lap.

His surprise is heard only through a small gasp. It's short-lived, his arms circling your waist, gathering you against him. Your arms are draping around his neck, and then you're kissing him again. He's all you can think of, senses clouded with Nick, Nick, Nick. You can feel him now, pressed against you between your legs, and it's all you can do not to take advantage of that face.

"You do such crazy things to me," his accent is thick as he mumbles against your lips, breathing heavily.

He falls backward, taking you with him as his back hits the rotting wood of the dock with a soft thump. Then he's kissing you again, insistent mouth parting your lips, hot tongue meeting yours for a fleeting second. An unfamiliar heat blossoms in your core, a dancing flame that threatens to grow into a wildfire at the drop of a hat. Nicks's hands are everywhere, tracing up your spine, cupping your cheeks. All the while, he's humming against your lips, a small noise that you've rarely heard him make.

Your head is spinning too much for you to focus, leaves you no option but to break away and gasp for the sweet, sweet oxygen that fills your stinging lungs. Nick looks so pretty underneath of you, hair splayed out on the wood beneath him, swollen lips, and glistening eyes illuminated by the light of the moon. It's hard to stop. Even with how dizzy you've become, you can't resist leaning back in to kiss down his neck, tongue soothing over every spot you come across.

"Shit," Nick gasps, "wait."

Just like that, you've frozen in place. "Is something wrong?"

He shakes his head, fingers catching your chin to guide you back up to him for a sweet peck. "Not here," his voice is trembling, unable to get above a whisper, "I want to make it perfect for you."

You're rolling your eyes before you can stop yourself. "It's perfect right now."

"Baby, if I have you now, I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep myself off of you for another month."

He says it so seriously that you can't help but giggle. "You have a point."

Breathless, you settle down on top of him, your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his arms intertwined around you like a vice. Time has stopped; the only thing in this world moving are your two heaving chests. For just a moment, you close your eyes and just breathe.

You awake to a strange sensation. Nick's there; you can feel him against you, but your legs are swaying in such an unnatural way, and his heartbeat is no longer as loud.

"Are you carrying me?" It's a dumb question. As soon as you open your eyes, you're met with a sleepy-eyed Nick and the dark cabins looming directly ahead of you.

"I was trying not to wake you," he frowns, kissing your forehead. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't at least try to carry you to bed."

You grumble, burying your nose into his shirt. There's a weight in your chest that grows heavier the closer you get to the cabins. You really should get to bed, but even as Nick stands at your door, you can't bring yourself to get down. Nick's too warm to let go of.

"Baby?"

"Hm?"

"We're at your door."

"I know." You still make no effort to get down, only clinging tighter.

Nick chuckles, low and heavy in his chest. "Is this your way of saying you don't want me to go?"

Nod.

If Kaitlyn is awake, she doesn't say anything when Nick opens the door and steps inside. Only when he sits you on the bed, do you let go of him, just long enough to kick your shoes off and crawl under the covers. Nick is quick to follow after you, wrapping around you like a blanket.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

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theqvarrys · 2 years

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ryan, dylan and nick ⪧ how do they fuck you?

🐚 — fandom: the quarry,

🐚 — characters: ryan erzahler, dylan lenivy, nick furcillo.

🐚 — content warning: minors please do not interact, depictions of sexual intercourse (proceed at your own risk), gender neutral!reader, mention of biting / marking.

01 ⪧ ryan erzhaler.

ryan fucks you with all the love he has for you. he is definitely the vanilla type of guy. always prioritizing your pleasure over his, always making sure you’re okay with every step he takes and seeking for any sign of discomfort from you. he’s slow and deep, hitting all the right spots all at once. there’s not a single moment of him not worshipping your body: feather-light kisses all over your shivering skin, soft touch of his fingers caressing your thighs and slowly crawling up your back, gentle praises whispered into your ear. his all time favorite is sleepy morning sex, when you ride him ever so slowly, taking the lead. he can fully enjoy the sight of your pretty body, his hands wandering all over it as his eyes don’t miss a single expression drawn on your face. ryan sometimes feels like he has too much to carry on his shoulders, and to feel that vulnerable with you deciding of everything offers him a moment of pure relief.

02 ⪧ dylan lenivy.

dylan fucks you with passion. it’s all about showing you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, and there’s no way to predict what he has in mind until it actually happens. it’s sometimes slow and teasing, sometimes fast and rough. but one thing remains every single time: it will never be a stressful moment for the both of you, and you’ll never have the time to think of your insecurities. dylan never fails to be goofy, especially when he has sex with you, and cracking one or two jokes here is his trademark. he’s also very experimental and just loves it when you want to try new things, even if that means he has to be super submissive and / or beg for whatever you have in mind. dylan is the king of quickies and nothing scares him: fucking in his car in the middle of a very-much-alive parking lot? of course. fucking in the kitchen when the both of you are preparing some dinner for your friends waiting for you in the living room? say no more.

03 ⪧ nick furcillo.

nick fucks you like he’s desperate. he’s one to bite, mark and claim you as his by all the possible ways. nick is loud, probably even louder than you sometimes and it doesn’t even give a shit about it, not caring about the neighbors anymore. he wants you to know how good you make him feel, just as much as he loves hearing his name coming off your pretty mouth. nick loves to fuck you when you’re wearing one of his t-shirts. as soon as you get in the same room as him wearing pretty much nothing but one of his shirts, his mind goes completely wild: he can’t focus on anything else and would literally follow you like a lost puppy until you understand how needy he has become (just because of you). one thing that surprised you was how many rounds he can last. mr furcillo’s stamina is no joke and he could literally go for three rounds without a single bead of sweat running down his forehead.

#the quarry #the quarry x you #the quarry x reader #ryan erzahler x reader #dylan lenivy x you #dylan lenivy x reader #nick furcillo x reader #x reader

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grievedeeply · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request the counselors reacting to you offering for them to rest their head in your lap? Maybe you noticed they were super tired from taking care of the kids. I think it could be super cute and fluffy tysm ❤️

i'm gonna try to squeeze all of them in this because i think this idea is super cute, which means they might all be pretty short. i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! i decided to make this pretty ambiguous so you can be dating them or not depending on your thoughts. set in an au where laura and max get to camp without any problems

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the counselors reaction to you offering for them to rest their head in your lap headcanons

ryan erzahler

ryan is so exhausted after a long day with the kids. his social bar was already pretty low when he woke up, but after watching them he's ready to lie down and sleep for a long time

you notice his tired expression and how he's pretty much dragging his feet behind him as he walks towards you, and you greet him with a smile

the two of you have known each other for awhile and quickly became comfortable with affection, so when you get back to your cabin you ask him if he wants to rest his head in your lap

he does a double take— his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes wide— but he nods and lays his head down in your lap

he's glad that you noticed his feelings and offered this to him. it makes him feel seen and loved, and he falls asleep quickly while you rub comforting circles into his shoulder

dylan lenivy

dylan is one of the kids favorite counselors. he's so funny and he pays attention to every single one of them equally. he's loved by them and they spend sooo much time with him every day

he doesn't mind. it makes him feel good about himself. but he feels burnt out sometimes, especially when they're constantly asking for him to play with them

he's so tired as he walks back to your cabin, shutting the door behind him with a groan. he'll tell you about his day and you notice the weary expression on his face

you offer for him to rest his head in your lap, and he takes it immediately. he loves being around you and he's comfortable with affection with you, so this is something he enjoys

he'll look up at you and talk to you, asking you questions about how your day went and what you were doing with the kids before he drifts off for a few moments. you don't mind it, though. you know he needed the rest

kaitlyn ka

as the activities coordinator, kaitlyn is always on the move. she doesn't really admit it, but she's pretty much always tired

she'll only ever show it to you sometimes, and the case of her exhaustion has to be really severe. she'll come to your cabin and just wordlessly fall asleep on those days

kaitlyn opens the door to your cabin and walks over to you, a worn out look in her eyes. you offer for her to rest her head in her lap and she looks really confused at first

it takes her a moment of convincing and thought to go through with it, laying her head down on your lap and quickly relaxing into your touch

she falls asleep quickly, embarrassed when she wakes up that you're still there, smiling down at her happily

nick furcillo

sometimes the kids are allowed in the kitchen and nick helps them cook their own meals. it's all really simple things, but sometime they make messes and he gets tired of cleaning it up

he spends almost 3 hours scrubbing everything in the kitchen after they leave and he gets tired quickly while he's going it

he goes to your cabin and immediately gives you a hug, telling you about what happened with the kids and how tired he is

he's really open with his feelings so he tells you exactly what bothered him about cleaning and how easily avoidable it was. when you offer your lap for him to lay in, he accepts with no hesitation

he feels relaxed around you and being able to look up at you while you mess with his hair calms him down so easily and helps him forget about his stressful day

abi blyg

the kids really love painting. they love abi's teaching and guidance but sometimes they get messy. they play around with each other and paint goes flying

she spends awhile trying to get it off of the floor and the walls and scraps a LOT of canvases that they messed up before she leaves, deciding to clean up the rest at another time because of how tired she was

she meets up with you by the tree close to the cabins and asks if she could stay with you for awhile and— noticing how worn out she looks— you say yes

you ask if she would want to rest her head on your lap and she denies it at first, telling you she doesn't want to get your outfit covered in paint

you insist that it's okay and that you can wash it, and she gives in, laying comfortably in your lap as she listens to you talk about your day as a way to get her mind off of everythint

emma mountebank

emma has a lot of energy and, being the theater counselor, she hardly ever gets tired. she loves spending her time with the kids and making up stories to act out with them

though, sometimes they get particularly rowdy and it drains her completely. she's exhausted by the time she waves goodbye to them

she goes to your cabin to meet up with you, and you notice her messy hair and crumpled shirt. her makeup is ruined and you automatically know she had a bad day

she sits next to you and talks about everything that happened until you cut her off, asking if she'd be more comfortable with her head on your lap. she smiles, a genuine smile, and she rests her head on top of you

feeling happier, she continues telling you about her day, but she's laughing a lot more about it, even if she knows she looks horrible (she doesn't)

jacob custos

he's the sports coach so he's usually always tired by the end of the day. he never cares though, he's happy playing with the kids and letting them beat him

there are some days that seem longer than others and jacob immediately comes to you for company after all of the kids go to bed

he'll tell you about everything, his eyes half closed as he speaks. you ask him if he wants to use your lap as a pillow and he just nods, adjusting himself accordingly

he decides he'll tell you about everything when he's fully rested and he falls asleep almost immediately. you just laugh, but you know he needs it

he can feel you playing with his hair and he senses your eyes on him, and he tries to hide a smile as he falls asleep. he feels cared for when he's around you

laura kearney

laura loves being a nurse, but it does get really tiring. some days more than others. she likes helping the kids and making sure they feel better, but she can't help but be exhausted

after a particularly long day at the nurses station, taking care of kids with scraped knees and headaches, she makes her way to your cabin to pay you a visit

by the time she gets to your door, she's half asleep. you let her in and she sits down next to you, telling you about everything that happened after you ask

you offer your lap for her to lay in and it takes her a moment to fully comprehend your question. she's glad that you care so much about her, and she accepts

she gives you a smile, her eyes falling shut as she drifts off to recuperate. she feels almost guilty for using you as a pillow, but you offered, and it makes her feel safe

max brinly

max is the activities assistant and works closely with kaitlyn. like her, he spends a lot of days exhausted after all of the kids leave

sometimes they purposefully decide not to listen to him and run off, making him get annoyed and even more tired by the time they actually start falling in line

the only thing he looks forward to after those particularly long days is seeing you. he makes his way to your cabin and greets you happily, pretending like he's not tired for awhile

he yawns a few times but you think nothing of it. it isn't until he literally starts dozing off that you notice something is really wrong. you offer your lap to him to let him rest, and he smiles and nods, happily accepting your offer

he's glad that he has someone like you in his life to look after him after those days. he wants things like this to happen more often, but he won't ever admit it to you

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alisblackgf · 2 years

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Hey-

I don’t know your policy on requesting but I’ve been getting super into the quarry recently and the fics you’ve been writing about the counsellors are LITERALLY THE BEST OMGGG

Could I possible request like dorky first kiss headcannons or cuddle headcannons for all of the counsellors?? Pretty basic but I honestly just want to hug them all and give them a kiss, THEYRE ALL SO PRETTY AHHHHH

yes ofc HERE YOU GO!!

pairing(s): abigail blyg x reader; nick furcillo x reader; emma mountebank x reader; jacob custos x reader; ryan erzahler x reader; dylan lenivy x reader; kaitlyn ka x reader; max brinly x reader; laura kearney x gn!reader (separate)

trigger warnings: none <3 only fluff (yay!)

summary: you share your first kiss with the camp counselors!!!

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(if you applied to the taglist but your @ isn’t there, i sincerely apologize, your @ wasn’t working)

(to apply, click here!)

abi b. (the artist!)

pre-kiss story: you and abi were outside, enjoying the scenery and taking in the scent of nature. you two had gotten into a relationship with each other about three weeks ago, but haven’t had your first kiss yet. you just assumed abi wasn’t ready, so you just didn’t bring it up at all. you were up, moving around and ranting about your day while abi was sitting on a log, drawing in her sketchbook and listening attentively. she’d been drawing multiple sketches of you, smiling at each one of them. you noticed her smiling at her sketches, and you walked over to her and sat beside her, asking what she was smiling about. she showed you and described how perfect of a muse you were. her eyes kept darting from your eyes to your lips, as if she were debating whether or not to go for it, and that’s when it happened.

she hesitantly inched closer to your face

she’s very nervous + excited

she’s nervous because she doesn’t think she’s kissing well enough

but she’s excited because it’s her very first kiss with you!!

you know that squeal she does when she sees the baby hog?

yeah she definitely did that same squeal after the kiss when she was alone she’s such a cutie pie :(

the kiss is delicate

she rests her hand on yours for sure

when you pull away, she has this sort of shocked smile on her face

she rests her head on your shoulder while you both stare at the sunset

nick f. (the nerd!)

pre-kiss story: one of the campers in nick’s group had asked him if he was dating you. his eyes immediately widened and asked the kid who they had heard it from. the camper shrugged in response and repeated the question. nick sighed and said yes, and then his whole group started chiming in. they didn’t believe him, since they’d never seen you two hug or kiss each other. it was true you hadn’t kissed before, since you guys had just gotten together yesterday. the kids demanded proof, practically pushing him over to you. he pleaded and begged for mercy, but to no avail. they’d successfully shoved him to you and weren’t leaving until they saw the kiss. nick tapped on your shoulder and you turned to him. upon seeing his campers behind him, you asked what the occasion was. he whispered what was going on in your ear and you smiled. and that’s when it happened.

okay let me start by saying he got suuuper shy when telling you what the kids wanted

when he saw your soft smile he could’ve sworn his heart stopped

the kiss lasted a little longer than a peck

you rested your hands on his face

he rested his hands on your waist

the kiss was gentle

when you pulled away, you planted a quick kiss on his cheek

he turned back to his campers, who were all staring at him with wide eyes

he wasn’t entirely focused on them, he was thinking about the kiss over and over

definitely asked you for another in his free time

emma m. (the influencer!)

pre-kiss story: you and emma had been dating a little before applying to be camp counselors at hackett’s quarry. you both expressed how you weren’t ready for your first kiss yet, and patiently waited until the right moment. during the summer, you were ready to kiss emma, but didn’t want to tell her in case she still wasn’t ready. unsurprisingly, nobody noticed you two were dating. you guys weren’t as touchy with each other like most couples would be, but it’s just because all the affection is in private. at the end of summer, when everyone was playing truth or dare, neither of you participated in any kissing dares out of respect for the other. after the game, you two decided to go swimming near the dock. you guys played in the water, splashing each other occasionally. but then you had a deep conversation and emma got lost in your eyes. and that’s when it happened.

the kiss was long, not that you cared

the kiss was 100% passionate

your hands made their way to her waist

her arms slung over your shoulders (unless you’re shorter than her, in that case it’d be the other way around)

when she pulled away, you stared in each other’s eyes

she admired you so much

after looking at you, she kissed your water soaked face over and over

you laughed at her sudden affection

you two kept playing in the water, becoming more energized by the second

when you two were done swimming, you held hands while walking back to the lodge

jacob c. (the jock!)

pre-kiss story: he was crushing on you for the entirety of summer, and it was very very obvious. you caught on, but didn’t want to risk being rejected in case he didn’t have any feelings for you and only admired you as a friend. your friendship was chaotic and nick teased him endlessly about you. whenever you came around, nick would make kissing sounds, much to jacob’s embarrassment. he invited you to take a walk with him around the camp and you accepted. while walking, you’d talked about a lot of things. you didn’t expect him to be so sweet. he asked what your life goals were, what you were truly interested in, stuff he hadn’t asked you when he was previously getting to know you. you happily answered, asking some questions of your own. you two fell silent after a bit before jacob asked if you were ready for a relationship. and that’s when it happened.

you definitely answered his question, one second you’re beside him, the next you’re kissing him

he pulled you closer to him (if that’s even possible) and held you in the gentlest way

he definitely smiled into the kiss im 2000% sure

when you pulled away he had the most shocked expression

he’s so excited and giddy he almost did a victory dance

immediately asked if you wanted to be his s/o

he is literally so smitten and head over heels

the kiss was soft + a little energetic

holds your hand for the rest of the walk

brags as soon as you get to the lodge

ryan e. (the loner!)

pre-kiss story: you two were the quiet counselors, compared to everyone else, that is. you guys kept to yourselves, not very interested in social interaction. until you mentioned you had interest in the paranormal. ryan was briefly shocked, as he didn’t expect someone to match his interests. this drew him to you. you guys became quick friends and he developed a crush on you, and vice versa. each day he’d walk over and sit next to you, offering one of his earbuds and you accepted every time, like today. the same voices filling your ear everyday were getting annoying, but if it made ryan happy, you’d tough it out. he gave a deep sigh, and you turned to him, asking if he was okay. he let it all out, telling you that he had a giant crush on you. he told you he didn’t expect you to reciprocate his feelings. you put your hand on his, and that’s when it happened.

if you hadn’t initiated it, it probably wouldn’t have happened (not because he didn’t want it to happen, but because he would’ve been too shy)

the kiss was slow + affectionate (you had to change positions to make it more comfortable)

when you pull away, he looks at you for a couple seconds, looks down and smiles to himself

he doesn’t know what to do or say after

his heart is like racing

waits a bit before asking if you would like to be his s/o

if you hold his hand after he’ll melt 100%

would love to be all touchy but he’s too shy to ask/initiate it so he’s down for just spending time with you

if you rest your head on his shoulder he’ll stop breathing for a couple of seconds and freeze before finally easing up at the sudden contact

he’s still processing what happened give him some time (RYAN I LOVE YOU)

dylan l. (the class clown!)

pre-kiss story: you two were not supposed to here. you somehow convinced nick to give you the keys to the kitchen at 4 am. dylan kept telling you that the fear of getting caught was part of the fun. you guys decided to bake a cake. he had invited you to come with him to do something with him so he could cherish the memory, as you two had just started dating. you had to contain your laughter or else you’d somehow wake the whole camp. needless to say, you guys made a huge mess. flour was everywhere, the cleaning that lied ahead was going to suck. dylan told you not to worry about it, and to enjoy the moment. you sighed and shook your head at his care-free nature. after the cake was done, you’d decided there needed to be frosting too. when you decide to open a container of frosting and put it on the cake, dylan scoops a little bit of frosting on his finger and rubs it on his lips. he comes up with a great idea in which he grabs your attention, daring you to kiss it off. and that’s when it happened.

he did not expect you to actually do it, but he isn’t opposed

the kiss was playful + quick, not much to it

when you pulled away, he had a dorky grin on his face

he’s definitely gonna cherish this for sure

although it wasn’t an extravagant first kiss, he was so so happy

hugs you immediately after (he is extremely in love)

teases you about it even though he’s the one smiling like an idiot

says stuff like “i knew you always wanted to kiss me”

you gave him the confidence to do more couple stuff with you

like asking you to feed him the cake (which you do, and he compliments your baking skills)

kaitlyn k. (the leader!)

pre-kiss story: you had the most obvious crush on kaitlyn, it was so obvious that she knew before anyone else did. she also had a crush on you, just not nearly as obvious. you weren’t embarrassed, though. you went out of your way to compliment her and impress her, to which she’d give a sarcastic response. her words didn’t match her feelings at all, as she was very happy about it. recalling the times you showed off for her and only her, the times you complimented her smile, the times you’d say the most corny pick-up lines, only for her. this time, you took her to the shooting range, telling her if you hit the target with the shotgun, she’d have to give you a kiss. she was shocked at the proposal, but agreed nonetheless. you took your shot but missed. she gave another sarcastic remark, but upon seeing your genuinely upset face, she took matters into her own hands. and that’s when it happened.

you didn’t have to initiate this one!

she would probably say “there, you happy?” after

knowing good and well she was happy too

tries so hard not to smile but fails badly

the kiss was quick, but nice!!

she watches your face light up and her heart skips a beat

pretends she was only doing it for you even though she’s literally in love

asks you if you wanted to ask her on a date next (she’s literally praying that you say yes)

at this point you know she feels the same way

i feel like she’d call you names (idiot/dumbass) out of pure love and she’d make sure you know she wasn’t serious if it gets to you

max b. (mr. witty!)

pre-kiss story: you and max were a fresh couple, and a couple days in you had let max rant to you, but you didn’t know he had so many insecurities. you were glad he wanted to confide in you, but you did not expect this. he hated how dependent and helpless he was. he felt like a burden to people, especially you. he despised how awkward he could be. he thought you wouldn’t like someone like him, and how you should try and find someone better. he kept rambling on and on and you couldn’t believe your ears. yes, he was awkward at times but you loved it. everything he hated himself for, you loved. no matter what, you loved every flaw of him, because that’s what made him max. you stared at him in disbelief as he listed things he hated about himself. you had no idea where this was coming from, he probably bottled all of it up. you spoke his name softly, he kept talking. you spoke it a little louder, he still kept ranting. you gave up on words, and tried something different. and that’s when it happened.

you can trust that he does not say anything afterwards

he’s staring at you with the same disbelief you expressed before

the kiss wasn’t long or short, kinda in the middle and it was very gentle

if you say you love him right after he pulls you into a tight embrace

cuddle with him, stroke his hair, and tell him how great he is and he’ll literally plan your wedding

he is so grateful for you

when you reassure him he gets all warm and fuzzy inside

he still feels like he doesn’t deserve you

he wonders how he got so lucky with you

he gets like really quiet and touchy its adorable

laura k. (the fighter!)

pre-kiss story: you had scraped your arm after a hard fall and had to go see laura in the nurse’s office again. upon seeing your arrival, she gave a faux groan of annoyance. you laughed at her reaction. you guys have been trying to get a kiss in all summer, being a new couple and all. every time you tried, though, you’d get interrupted by injured campers, or just troublesome campers. sometimes both. you’d get a good laugh out of it, but it really sucked. you wondered if laura was as bothered by this as you were, because you really wanted to kiss her. she teased you about your injury while tending to it with care. once she was finished patching you up, she packed up all the first aid supplies and starting speaking in a low, flirty tone. no one else was around so you could finally have your kiss, or so you thought. when she was inches away from your face, dylan barged in, playfully demanding a band-aid. she opened the first aid kit, grabbed a band-aid, and threw it towards him. she told him to get out, as you two were having a moment. dylan scurries out the door, and she turns to you. and that’s when it happened.

the kiss is long (and overdue)

the kiss was a little rough and impatient

when she pulls away she exclaims, “finally!”

she’s so happy and explains to you how she’s been wanting that to happen for so long

you guys might even kiss again from how happy you are

she has a lollipop jar and lets you pick one

she wants you to stay but as another injured camper comes in, you have to leave

she thinks about the kiss for a loooong while

she does not hesitate to tell anyone else to buzz off when she wants a kiss from you anymore

you definitely make up excuses to visit her in the nurse’s office for more kisses

i heart them. every single one of them

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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yandere nick furcillo plsssss I will love u forever. I have a bit of an obsession with the quarry lately hehe

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( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! <𝟯

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, & 𝚜𝚑𝚢

july 23rd 2021, 10:31 PM, and the stars are brighter than usual tonight

the moon follows suit, too - as it shimmers like a spotlight in the sky, hand-in-hand with every star dancing beside it

it’s probably just a nova of some sort, nick assumes, or maybe the stars are glistening just for the two of you, he hopes

you and nick, who worked together as chefs in the kitchen, had been assigned to teach a class about the wonders of constellations in the night sky

and what better way to learn about them beforehand than to actually get a glimpse yourself?

with a raggedy blanket, your telescope, and some peanut butter butterpops, you and your friend were off into the forest

as you blabber about your fascination with the night sky on the hike there, nick tries and fails miserably to gain control over his stuttering heart

but there is not a single, possible way this man could ever hide his undying crush on you

it’s so obnoxiously obvious by the way the counselors tease him for stuttering through his sentences and the red-hot blush that dusts his cheeks when you give him that perfect smile of yours

but… he’s just not good enough

he’s just generic nick, while you are sparkling, eccentric, alluring, all-too magnificent y/n l/n in all your heavenly glow

you are the sun in its full glory, but nick isn’t the moon, he’s not even a star and any sliver of confidence within him is put to shame at your side

you’re the personification of euphoria as you point to every star and tell him tales of the constellation's origin, but then you’re pure evil when you dare punish your vision by looking into his eyes

however, no matter how much his brain torments him, nick is in love with you and he teases the idea that this infatuation may just be what kills him

cassiopeia shimmers as you trace the shape with your finger, he’s looking at you

orion’s belt blinks while you usher him to use the telescope, he’s still looking at you

canis major twinkles, he can’t take his eyes off of you

“watch out!” your eyes blow wide as you shove him away and into the dirt, something animalistic crawling on top of you while it grunts and growls

the creature on top of you is horrifying

its limbs far too long to be human, its teeth ready to dig into its dinner, its eyes glowing like the stars you were just admiring

nick can’t even process the heart-stopping and overwhelming fact that you just saved his life before he acts

he holds the bulky flashlight in his hands, “get the fuck away from them!” shouts into the midnight air as he plunges the object into the skull of the creature

it whimpers and rolls off you and begins writhing like a dying cockroach, all before it abruptly lunges at the assailant

a wail escapes from nick's throat as a fountain of blood begins to spur from his neck, both of you beginning to scream like bloody murder

it was all a mess of sharp nails and honed teeth, and as nick lies there, bleeding while his flesh is carved into by this beast above him, he feels… elated

to die at your side and to die for you, there is no other way he’d rather go out

however, the beast let out an ear-piercing shriek after you thrust a loose twig into its throat, then scurries off into the forest

the silence left after its departure was deafening, but is then broken by the sudden appearance of a concerned ryan who rushed over upon hearing the uproar

you hurry over and tackle the boy into a hug, unaware of how something within a half-conscious nick dies as he watches the scene play out before him

he’s out like a light before he can pull himself together and claim what’s his, but soon awakens in a delirious state back in the lodge

“easy, man! chill out, will you?” kaitlyn scolds him, and in his dazed condition, he begins to panic and thrash about in his stance

“y/n… where…?” he mumbles while he pushes kaitlyn’s hands off his form in a fruitless attempt to escape her hold

all that flickered through his mind were those teeth and those heart-shattering screams of yours, and then, there was the memory of you saving his life and how the mere recollection could probably heal all of his wounds with its sheer power

“woah there, cowboy. you were just mauled by a bear, your summer love can wait” kaitlyn jokes, guiding the lovesick boy to lie back down

“no… where’s y/n? i need to… need to… need to save y/n.” he slurs out as he becomes more aggressive in his endeavors to escape

however, something sharp… something metallic hits his nose

across the hem of kaitlyn's sweatshirt is blood

your blood

nick’s nails, much sharper than ordinary, sink into the girl’s wrist as he uses both his hands to pull the stain to his nose, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a quavering whimper

the poor girl tries to wrangle herself from nick’s firm grip, but her attempts were merely futile

“nick! what the-!?“ “shut the fuck up, kaitlyn!” nick’s shout was muffled into her shirt sleeve but was assertive enough to reverberate against the lodge walls and strike fear into kaitlyn’s heart

he is blinded by pure desire; his inhales grow deeper with every breath as if he scenting what he thought to be you

“i said get the fuck away from-!” kaitlyn’s demand is cut short as nick practically flings her across the room in an enraged hysteria

he twists his nose in utter disgust at the sudden new scent that permeates the room, then finds kaitlyn lying wrangled on the floor, blood beginning to seep and pool around her

and as much as he knows he should… he doesn’t care

nick doesn’t care at all; you are all that matters right now

upon hearing the shouts and collision, you and ryan rush out of the nurse’s office to identify the sudden commotion

there you are, and for a mere moment, nick has found clarity amidst this mess, before it is robbed from him once he makes eye contact with ryan

ryan…

you’re with… ryan?

nick doesn’t know where this sudden feeling of pure hatred has come from, but the thought of him standing by your side - god forbid him putting his hands on you again - he doesn’t know what to do with himself

something primal bubbles within nick at the mere idea, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t calm himself down

the room is dead silent, all that can be heard are the huffs of enragement and the grinding of teeth emanating from nick

“THEY’RE MINE!!” his eyes glimmer in a hue of gold for a mere second, and a bestial growl erupts from his throat before he charges at the male

nausea then builds in your stomach upon the scene before you: ryan, thrashing against the male on top of him as an inhuman nick claws and tears his teeth into another helpless victim

everything is red

screams and growls have faded into nothingness, the metallic scent of fresh blood is appalling and unadulterated terror pumps like a drug through your veins

and with that, you’re off

you’re off into the night and into the foggy forest of hackett’s quarry, not daring to turn and check if that rabid creature was intending on turning you into his dessert

the pain of loose sticks and pungent leaves scraping and cutting onto your form goes unnoticed, not when there's adrenaline racing through your entire body

you don’t know where you even intend to go, just far, far away from the horrors you had just witnessed

with tears seeping down your cheeks, you feel your legs begin to weaken beneath you and your running pace begins to decelerate

you let your body rest and come to a halt, catching your breath by leaning against a tree

as you look up to your left, you catch sight of what looks to be a cave of some sort

what was once used as an entryway for miners long ago has now become a hiding spot to shield yourself from the vicious creature that was once your close friend

you crouch down and muffle your hyperventilating breaths with your sleeve, waiting for what felt like days for something to happen

you waited for nick to greet you into your demise, or for some creepy cop to save you from this nightmare

and then… you hear it

twigs crunching beneath someone’s weight, inhuman growls filling the late-night ambiance

his figure marches into your train of vision as he begins sniffing the air like a drug-detecting canine beside a junkie

and then, his eyes turn towards your direction and your once pacing heart practically stops within your chest

there’s no way he can see you, it’s far too dark out here

he couldn’t possibly find you in such abysmal darkness… right?

a claw then impales into your ankle and drags you from your vain attempt at hiding, all while your helpless shouts echo throughout the woodland

you reach to find some sort of weapon to use against your aggressor, but your attempts were to no avail

and now there’s a man with golden eyes, whetted claws, and sharp teeth sat on top of you, face nestled into the base of your neck, shakily inhaling like some pervert

“nick…” you cry out, feeling the vibration of his grunt tremble against your skin upon hearing you say his name

“oh, y/n…” you can hear the smile in his words, “you have no idea all the fucking things you do to me…”

july 24th, 2021, 1:34 AM, and as you stare up into the night sky, you realize nick was right

the stars are brighter than usual tonight.

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hxckett · 2 years

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DOWN BAD / NICK F.

summary: nick's wanted to have an intimate moment with you all of summer- all it takes is a werewolf bite to egg him on

tags: smut (minors dni), fem reader, pre-transformation, rough sex, h*nd-h*lding 😨, marking/biting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cervix kissing, does it count as werewolf sex if it's before he transforms?? idk, aftercare, soft nick <3, manhandling, established relationships

(smut under cut)

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nick huffs out a breath, it was hot and heavy. sweat was plastered to his forehead- he couldn't breathe, a heavy weight on his chest. you sat in the cabin with him, right beside his bed as the others searched for answers. nick was in no condition to be on his feet, so you took to sitting with your boyfriend and keeping an eye on his fever. gently, you press a cold rag to his forehead, and nick lets out a more relaxed sigh. "you're too good for me." the aussie chokes out, and you smile sadly. "we both know that's not true."

"it is. the way i treated you at the pool- in the pool house... it wasn't right-" he coughs a little, trying to breathe in a shuddery breath. you're there for him, giving him a gentle 'shh'. "just focus on getting better. you need rest." you reply, smoothing his sweat-soaked hair back. you didn't have the heart to tell nick that he was probably infected with something, so you were sat in silent hope that he would get better. "i'm sorry." nick mutters, eyes fluttering closed as he leans into your hand. "hey- stay awake for me, yeah?" you shake him a little, and he sighs. "i'm really, really sorry."

"i know, nick. i know. it's okay." you smile as his eyes open- that yellow hue back in them. your breathing hitches, and you tilt your head to look a little closer. "your eyes..." you mutter, and nick furrows his brows. "what about them?" his eyelids flutter closed a few times, and they're back to that lovely brown hue. "nothing.. they're just a little bloodshot... get some rest, babe. i'll be right here." you smile, gently stroking his cheek with your palm. nick smiles weakly, heaving out a raspy breath. "i love you." he strains out, and you repeat the words with no hesitation.

nick's back arching suddenly makes you jump, and he groans with pain. "nick? nick, what's wrong?" you panic, grabbing his hand to stable him. your lover's eyes are screwed shut as he yells out in agony, fingernails digging into your skin. "nick-!" as quick as it started, he slumps again, and you let out a relaxed breath. "are you alright?" you ask softly, and he groans softly. "i think so.." he breathes out, running a hand over his face. "my poor baby..." you frown, tucking some stray hairs behind his ear.

your words make him whine, and your heart sags to see him in so much pain. "i promise, once the others are back, we're gonna get you some proper help." you say, squeezing his hand. nick nods, tugging you a little. "lay with me?" his brown eyes open once more, and he knows you go weak when he gives you the puppy eyes. "fine. scoot over." nick immediately shuffles over on the bed, and you join him above the covers. rolling onto his side, nick wraps you up in his arms, holding you to his chest. "i'm not gonna leave you, nick.." you tell him, kissing his collarbone gently. "i know. thank you." he smiles, weakly, nuzzling your hair.

the smell of your shampoo, albeit faded, drives him wild... burning in his chest, he furrows his brows, inhaling a bit more. "nick..?" you mumble, looking up slightly. "hm?" he feigns innocence, "are you feeling okay?" your question makes him nod. "yeah, i'm alright. you're just wearing the shampoo i like." giving you a cheeky grin, nick kisses your forehead- and you go back to resting your head on his chest. "it's just strawberry." you giggle, and he nods. "i like it."

nick takes another soft breath, his hands tightening on your back as he subconsciously pushes his hips forward. you take it as him wanting to be closer, so you hook a leg over his lithe hips, pressing your body flat against his. smiling, your boyfriend slips a hand under your shirt to rub your back; something he did when you two were cuddled up like this. another wave of this strong emotion hits him, and he lets out a strangled noise this time. "babe?" you ask, hand running over his side. "i'm okay.." he assures you again, closing his eyes as he tries to calm his breathing.

"you poor thing... i promise we're gonna get you help." you tell him, and nick lets out a small, rather animalistic whine. "i'm here, just focus on breathing." your words almost soothe nick, but that damn feeling strikes him again. "i- shit." he stammers, tanned skin flushing red as his nails dig into the flesh of your back. "ow- hey..!" you exhale, resting your hands on his chest. "does it hurt?" you furrow your brows, and he shakes his head. "it's not that- it's something else.." he tells you.

"describe it?" you suggest, gently petting his chest as he peels open his eyes- which had gone fully yellow by now. deciding not to mention it, you wait patiently for nick to find his words. "it's uh... god- it's almost like i'm horny..? as weird as it is to say-" he trails off, and you nod slowly. "horny?" he confirms it with a nod, forehead bumping yours. "it's like my body's burning up- feeling you here next to me is helping a little but- fuck. it keeps coming back stronger.." nick whimpers, and you raise your hand to his cheek to soothe him.

"i don't think we should... you're injured." you tell him, trying to ignore the way his jeans press into your shorts. "nick-" you're interrupted by him when he lets out a small moan, it goes straight to your crotch. "nick, you're hurt.. and if the others see us..." nick shakes his head. "i don't care- i locked the door. please, i need you." the way his voice breaks during the last part is what makes you break, and you nod, whispering a small 'okay'. your boyfriend is immediately on top of you, teeth nipping your neck as he tugs your shirt off roughly. both of you had never gotten this far with each other, only ever making out and leaving hickeys on each other in private over the two months you two finally spent alone together (well- as alone as you both could be). nick lets out a soft groan into your flustered skin as he grinds into you, hands trailing up to your bra.

the way his large hands palm at your tits makes you whimper, yet nick eats up the noise with his own mouth as he kisses you passionately. "fuck, babe- i've been wanting to do this to you all summer." he admits, voice rough as he leans down to your neck once more- tongue dragging up to your jaw just to make you squirm. "r-really?" you pant, locking legs around his hips. nick lets out a confirming hum, sitting up with you to reach around your back, unclasping your bra clumsily. you help him tug it off, and he throws it to the corner of the room. "fuck, you're so gorgeous."

nick's words make you giggle breathily, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he leans down to suckle hickeys along your chest. your fingers slip into his hair instinctively, massaging his scalp and making him moan. with the two of you still sat up, you take the opportunity to pull nick's shirt up, and your eyes immediately fall onto his injury. "nick- your gash." you gasp, running your fingers over his now perfect freckled skin. "hm? oh shit.." he mutters, looking down at where your fingers were. "guess we won't need that doctor." your boyfriend grins, pushing you so you were lay down and pressing kisses along your collarbones.

clumsy hands tug your shorts off, and you do the same to his jeans. "fuck, baby.." nick mutters, gently biting your neck- not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough so you felt it. "never knew you were into biting." you tease, running your hands over his shoulders and down his back. nick hums, tongue tracing over where he bit as he pulls his cock from his boxers, watching you strip off your panties. "do we have lube?" he asks, and you hum. "this is technically jacob's room..." you trail off- a mixture of jealousy and pride fills nick.

he doesn't want you in contact with jacob at all- even if it means you not touching his sheets- but the idea of taking you for the first time on jacob's bed? that set something ablaze in him. "aha!" you smile, pulling a small bottle of "cola flavoured lubricant" from the small table. "there's no condoms. he must of ran out- plus they'd be too small for you." you humour nick, and he chuckles; kissing you as he takes the lube from you. pressing your foreheads together, he looks down between you both before dripping some of the lube onto your exposed cunt. you gasp a little at the feeling, laughing breathily. "that's cold..!" you giggle, kissing the corner of nick's mouth sweetly. he smiles, lathering up his hardening cock before tossing the bottle away. jacob wouldn't mind.

"ready?" your lover asks, and you nod, locking fingers with him. "ready.." with your consent, nick slowly eases into you; making you whimper. immediately, your walls grip him, and nick exhales into your neck; burying his face into your sweet flesh. "oh, fuck-" you choke out, tossing your head back as your thighs squeeze his hips. "you're so tight." nick moans, carefully rocking into you- his tip immediately pressing against your cervix. you whimper at how full he makes you feel, hands breaking free from his so you could cradle his jaw. "that feel good?" nick grins, ghosting a kiss over your lips. leaning into his subtle kiss, you nod, not trusting your tongue to produce any formable words.

nick curses as he begins to thrust carefully at a short yet hard pace, making your body jump a little with each harsh push. "mhh- nick..!" you whine, thumbs running over his smooth skin as you pant against his mouth. the position is so intimate, with your thighs spread around his hips, his chest pressed against yours and your hands cradling his face- nick craves it. kissing you, he speeds up a little; groaning into your mouth as his tongue meets yours. your hands slip from his face and around his head, arms hugging his neck as you kiss back just as desperately.

your sudden soft moan makes nick jolt- that feeling increasing as he fucks into you even harder. "moan again." he demands, yellow eyes peering straight into yours. with every rough thrust of his hips, you let out a lust-filled noise, it drives him insane. "nick- oh god, nick!" you moan for him, and he grins- biting your bottom lip. as soon as he loosens his teeth, it snaps back into place, small indents of his teeth on your plush skin. nick groans loudly, it comes out almost distorted and inhuman. "nick.." you exhale, nails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

"you feel so good." nick grunts, accent thickening as he kisses you once more. you whimper against his lips, making nick grip your thighs tightly as he pulls your legs up- almost bending your body. as soon as you both break away for air, you moan again, and he grins. "that feel good, princess?" nick teases, adjusting his grip on you so he was holding just under your knees- bending your legs further so he could fuck into you even deeper.

the way you let out a strangled whine turns nick on even more, and he pushes your knees completely to your chest; adoring how you bent so willingly. "fuck, babe. you look so good." nick moans, rocking into you harder. you practically sob with pleasure, hands gripping jacob's sheets tightly as you tilt your head back into the pillows. the sight sends nick into a frenzy, and he hooks your legs over his slender shoulders, leaning down a little to latch onto your neck, hard.

the way he sucks and growls into your skin makes you keen, back arching up into his chest as you grasp his hands tightly; stabilising yourself a little. "harder-!" you beg, and your lover almost freezes, but obliges soon after. the feeling of his hips knocking into yours compared to the bite on your neck drives you insane, and your moans pick up in volume; even going up an octave. "right there- oh god, nick; right there!" lewd noises leave your mouth as nick fucks you, knuckles practically going white as he grips your hands in his own.

when he finally pulls away, a dark blue and purple mark is extremely obvious considering where he bit you- right under your jaw. anyone would see it. "fuck-" he moans, licking over the hickey to solidify in his mind that it was there- you were his. nick's thrusts turn practically inhumane as he picks up speed, groaning constantly. he can't pull his eyes from the brand on your neck, it's sending him into a spiral. snapping, he shoves your legs from his shoulders and grabs your hips, making you yelp as he forces you over and onto your knees. the strength he portrayed was nothing like nick had ever shown you, and you knew it wasn't right- but you trusted him in the moment.

with your head down and ass up, nick pushes back into you, licking up your spine to make you squirm. "fuck-" you moan, clutching the pillow under you tight as your body jolts forwards with each sharp snap of nick's hips. "god damn- you're so fucking tight!" nick mutters, panting against your back. "so fucking perfect around my cock- god damn-!" his choked words cause you to fluster as you sheepishly push your hips back with each thrust. you're too drunk on lust and passion to say anything to him, listening to his rambled praise instead. "oh, fuck baby- fucking- shit! oh god, i need to knock you up." nick's words catch you off guard, and you can't help but moan and squeeze his dick tight. "oh yeah? you like that, huh? want me to fuck a baby into you, hm?" nick teases, loving the way your cunt grips him.

"yes, yes!" you yelp out, words slightly slurred from pleasure. "of course you do. you're such a little whore for me. all for me. god, you're gonna look fucking perfect all swollen with my child- hell, i might put multiple in you..." nick grunts, words choked and choppy. "nick..!" you moan out his name loudly, reaching back to snatch his hand; intertwining your fingers into his. this reels nick back in a little, but he continues with his baby frenzy.

"you're gonna look so fucking good- baby's gonna be so cute; look just like you." he mutters, kissing your shoulder as his thrusts turn quick and shallow. "i want it so bad, babe. wan' a family with you.. want pups- fuck-!" his voice breaks, and you moan softly. "please." is the only word nick needs to hear as he fucks you senseless. "yea- yeah, i'm gonna fucking knock you up. fuck, gonna give you such beautiful kids..! i love you." nick whimpers out, biting your shoulder blade harshly; leaving the indents of his teeth behind. "nick- nick, 'm gonna-!" you warn, back arching under him.

"give it to me, baby. please, god, please i need it." nick moans desperately, slipping a hand under your hips to rub at your clit. the way your breath stammers, your hips stutter, your moans break and raise in volume- it was all too much. his cock swells, and he practically bursts right when your cunt spasms, wetting his cock with your cum. "mmh-! oh, fuck.." you moan out, voice soft as you feel his cum seep deeply into you.

nick catches his weight before he crushes you, sweaty forehead resting against your back. the two of you come down from your highs together, and eventually- after he had been drained, nick pulls out. you lay down, rolling onto your side as your boyfriend flops down next to you, still panting slightly. sharing a sweet smile with him, you kiss his lips softly; noting how his eyes held no yellow. "you really want a family?" your words are sweet, but he can tell you're teasing him by the way you grin. "shut up..!" nick blushes, hiding his face in your marked neck. you laugh softly, combing your fingers through his messy hair. "don't worry, babe. maybe in the future when we finish college we can start one." you mutter into his ear, and nick's heart blooms. he was down bad for you.

#nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo #the quarry nick x reader #the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry nick #// hxckett posts #// smut warning

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anna1306 · 1 year

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Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!

It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢

Devour you

Nick Furcillo x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness

There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.

The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.

So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.

And then... The chaos ensued.

You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.

"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."

"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.

"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."

"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.

Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.

"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.

"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."

"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.

"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.

"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.

"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?

"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.

"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."

"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.

"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.

"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.

"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.

"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.

"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.

"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.

Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.

"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."

"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.

You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.

"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.

"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.

"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."

"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.

"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.

"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."

"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.

You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.

No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.

Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.

"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.

"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.

Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.

"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.

You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.

"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.

"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.

"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."

"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.

"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.

"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."

"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.

"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.

When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.

Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."

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anxiouswritingbitch · 2 years

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a few x reader headcanons for the camp counselors for what kind dates they'd do with their s/o during summer camp? which ones would try to sneak out later at night, what places would they make use of?

Here you go ! Hope you’ll enjoy !

Requests still open in my inbox hehe

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Jacob Custos

He may look like a jock (and act a bit like it sometimes), he has a HUGE heart. A true hopeless romantic in his core.

And right now, the boy's heart is taken by none other than you. Jacob is not the kind of guy to be oblivious to his own feelings. He likes you and he knows it, so he plans to act on it. Besides, you look like you might like him too.

So of course, he asks you on a date. When you accept, he's all giddy with happiness. But then comes a problem. He's a Hackett's Quarry. Normally, he'd take his date to the cinema or to eat somewhere. The camp's not exactly the best place to sweep someone off their feet.

There is one place though. The lake ! Which even leaves the possibility of skinny dipping open. Even better, it's far from the lodge and the cabins, so no possibility of getting caught by kids or Mr. H.

Implying, you two go there at night. With the days being so full of looking after the kids, Jacob wants privacy. He's got a lot of jokes and charming methods that can't be overheard by kids.

He obviously want to kiss you. If he feels a right moment he will go for it. Will stay light on the first date though.

Emma Mountebank

Oh, Emma. This girl lives for the thrill of adrenaline. And hanging out with you is like a shot of it. You have this addictive nature that she can't explain, but just loves.

Has no shame in being interested in you. Will flirt with you at any time. But wait, she doesn't do the obvious flirt Jacob might do. I'm talking seduction. Will brush your hand then stare at you and wink. Will give you that smirk.

One day, out of the blue, she leans into you at dinner and whispers to come to the lodge that night. Obviously you do.

The lodge at night just has another vibe, when it's dark. It's just the two of you there. Maybe doing some exploring of the rooms you don't usually go into.

If you're not an adventurous one, she'll try to stay put.

If you're not, she will want to go around Mr. H's rooms, just because she can. Explore the area.

If she feels you're up for it, she will make out with you on the spot. She loves the fun and the risk of getting caught. It just adds some spice.

Ryan Erzahler

When you look at Ryan, you see a blasé guy, brooding and mysterious. He has his own bubble, and you respect that. It's kinda hard to tell what he's feeling, or if he's feeling anything at all.

Boy if you knew. He's just bad at expressing himself, but he feels so much. Especially towards you. The boy's smitten, no matter how hard it is to tell.

He'll take his time before asking you on a date. To be sure. To get the courage and all. We're definitely into august by now. But time's getting short, and Ryan doesn't want to miss another opportunity.

You guys spend lots of time together during the day because of the timetables of your cabins. That's how you got to know each other. He'll casually ask you if you want to hang out later tonight. You block out a bit, asking to be sure if he means the night, or a date at all.

He wants to make it special. He doesn't look that way, but he's a romantic deep down. He panics a bit, not knowing what to do for the date. It's not his area of expertise. He gives it a lot of thought, and figures that what he does best is sailing.

So ! You meet at the lake, at the boat house. He got everything prepared, the rows and the boat.

At first, you hadn't expected Ryan to even break a single rule. But here you were, sneaking out a night for a boat ride ! And heck, he doesn't look very strong, but damn this boy has arms of steel.

Sadly he's probably too awkward to kiss you himself. It depends on if you take initiative or not for this one !

Nick Furcillo

Now, this boy's just shy. Has had this huge crush on you since the beginning of camp. Of course he wants to have more time alone with you, he's been dreaming of asking you on a date every night.

You'll have Jacob to thank for when Nick finally asks you out, because the big guy's been pestering him to do it for days and days.

It's a bit awkward when he asks. He may be hot af, but hasn't got no ladies yet. He's a bit clueless on how to do this, and Jacob's advice is... yeah. Eventually he gets more confident, especially when you say yes.

He tells you to meet him outside the cabins at night. But from here ? He has no idea what to do. When the time has come, he thought that he could take you on a walk to the forest, that's romantic right ?

But then. You casually mentioned that you're hungry. His mind did a full 360 and came with a new idea. You guys are now headed to the lodge ! You can barely keep up with Nick, he's so excited about his plan.

He takes you to the lodge's kitchen. You said you're hungry ? Name what you want. He'll cook it for you. You were not that hungry, a snack would have done the trick. But just to mess with him, you tell him that you want a full chocolate cake.

Oh, the mistake. Now he's getting all the supplies and measuring flour and sugar. Of course.

You decide to help him. Depending on how good you are at baking, this can be more or less chaotic. Either way, a food fight will ensue. You're covered in flour. You're both shushing each other because the laughs are so loud, you're scared to wake Mr. H up.

Once again, whether there's a kiss or not, it's up to you !

Kaitlyn Ka

Kaitlyn is a chill girl. Easy going and all. If she’s got the hots for you, she’s gonna understand it pretty soon. However, asking you on a date is another story. She may look all that confident, and she truly is, but on every angle.

You guys start off as good to really good friends, and she really doesn’t want to mess that up. She’s seen how friendships got ruined because of feelings.

So yeah, not straight out asking. It’ll take the help of the others to push her to finally get the courage to ask you on a date.

Once again, it’s during camp. Not your usual stuff to do. Once you said yes though, she just opts for the chill option. Sneaking out at night at the fire pit.

She’s a bit like Emma in the sense that she enjoys the danger of getting caught. Not as much though. So, when at the fire pit, she definitely lights up a fire. A small one though, not the usual huge bonfire.

You guys spend the date coddled up around the small fire, looking at the stars. If it went well and if the moment is right, Kaitlyn will try for a kiss. Short and brief, leaving the door open for you to do something more if you’re up to it.

She won’t push, but she’ll be head over heels if you do.

Dylan Lenivy

As we’ve seen with Dylan, this boy isn’t into hookups. You don’t have to be the love of his life for him to ask you on a date, but he won’t do it at first glance either.

He gets quick crushes easily, though. When you two met on orientation day at camp, his first thought was “god damn it they’re beautiful”. But hey, it’s Dylan we’re talking about. He didn’t even think that he had a chance with you.

You two start up as friends. Jesus, that guy makes you laugh sooo much. You pretty much hang out whenever you can. As time goes on, he realizes that maybe his crush isn’t as insignificant as he thought. In fact, it’s growing day by day.

Because he has no idea how to deal with emotions, he hides behind humor. It’s the only way for him to express with flirting, indulge him. At first you thought it was only just jokes and laughed it out. But as august rolled on, you noticed that half of his jokes were about getting a date with you.

Let’s be real, you would want a date with the boy. So one day as he was randomly saying “C’mon, a night out in the radioshack with this-” pointing at himself, “you’d definitely love it !”; you just answer “sure. yeah. How about tonight ?”. He straight up blanks out. Never ever before has an answer be so efficient to shut him up. All he can get out is a “yeah” stuttered.

He spent the whole day panicking. Did he actually had a date with you ? Was it even a date ? He’s 100% overthinking. As he sneaks up to the radioshack at night, sweating buckets, he half expected you not to come. When he does see you though, his heart starts doing somersaults.

It may be awkward a bit at first, but you guys are quickly laughing your asses off. It’s so fun to be there at night !

Dylan shows you around the hut. He explains how he basically repaired it, how he loves that place. You sit next to him as he shows you how all the sound system works, being all nerdy about it. You get to see a bit of his true persona, hidden behind the jokester, and it only makes you fall more.

Sneak in a peck on his lips at some point and he would be in heaven. I don’t see him being bold enough to do it at this point though.

Abigail Blyg

She is a very shy girl. Not only in relationships, in general. Her friends pushed her to be a counselor at Hackett’s Quarry. However, she doesn’t regret it all, especially since she got to meet you.

She’s discreet. There won’t be obvious signs that she’s into you. Buuut if you’re careful enough, you’ll notice that she’s staring at you when she thinks you aren’t looking. He gaze lingering just a moment too long.

After almost all summer being into you, the others finally pushed her enough for her to want to ask you out. She won’t admit it out loud though, she hates breaking the rules.

Except when it involves you, it seems...

She won’t call it a date, she’s not bold enough sadly. But, she will succeed in asking you on a walk. Curse the heavens, you were actually busy with the children when she asked you. You’re the one suggesting a rain check after curfew.

She seems to hesitate a bit, but when your eyes lock, she agrees.

Spends the day biting her nails, worrying about tonight. She’s an anxious cookie. It’s fun when the children in her art class notice and ask her if she has a secret. She blushes as red as the apple she’s trying to paint.

You meet at the tree in the middle of the cabins. You’re a bit surprised because Abi still wants to go take a walk into the forest. But fear not ! She actually knows a certain spot, she can go there even at night. She found it by randomly wandering during the day.

You guys sit on a log, illuminated by the NOT FULL moon. Her artists instinct kick in and she has the sudden urge to draw you. And it’s so beautiful, getting to see yourself the way she sees you.

If you’re being smooth enough in what you’re saying, you may very well get Abi to kiss you !

#the quarry #the quarry headcanons #the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #abigail blyg x reader #nick furcillo x reader #jacob custos x reader #ryan erzahler x reader #emma mountebank x reader #kaitlyn ka x reader

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick has to deal with the aftermath of what he did.

Part 1

Warnings: mentions of physical harm, post transformation nick, ending where nick is still a werewolf, ptsd, trauma, swearing, fun things

Word Count: 4.6k

Time couldn’t move any slower and this night couldn’t end any faster.

At one point, you were sure you would spend the rest of it crying, but as it went on, your tears slowed until you had nothing left to shed. Your body had seemed to have run out and it left you with aching eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Kaitlyn wrapped a long bandage around your arm and upper body that prevented you from being able to move your right arm from the elbow up. It was to ensure that your shoulder wouldn’t be further injured as the night progressed. It was annoying to have to only use your left hand, but it was also the last thing on your mind.

There was one thing that had your full attention. Well, there was one person.

Nick.

Where was he? Was he dead? Did he literally rip himself to shreds and will remain as that thing for the rest of his life?

The last question was answered by Laura, one of the missing counselors. She told you that his skin will grow back and he will be back to his normal self the following day, if he survives the night, that is.

You weren’t fond on the way she worded that last part, but she did know the most out of all of you, her own boyfriend had been through the same thing that yours was currently going through.

Morning comes with no sign of Nick. You heard he was safe and had been locked in a cage next to Jacob for most of the night after he fled from the pool shed. That in itself had put your worried and terrified thoughts at ease and allowed you to spend the rest of the night somewhat peacefully.

When you, Emma and Abi stepped out of Chris’ surveillance room the following morning, you could’ve cried at the fact that you and everyone you had grown to care so much about had survived, if your tears ever began flowing again.

The sun on your skin felt like you were finally awake from an endless nightmare, finally safe until it inevitably went away and you were left in the dark once again.

When you left the building, Kaitlyn immediately found you and checked on your injuries. Your lip was split open on the left side and your right cheekbone wore a sizable bruise that looked even worse in the sunlight.

When she declared you to be in decent shape, she moved to the side and that was when your eyes met a pair of brown ones. They looked sad and broken beyond belief, most likely matching yours. His entire persona lacked its usual light and friendly energy, and all that was replaced was the shell of a man, completely drained and shattered from the events that occurred the prior night.

He looked so different from the last time you saw him. His hair was dry, not wet from the pool, his clothes were in one piece, not like the ones shredded all over the pool house, his eyes were sad and guilty, not excited and dark.

Standing there, clad in his varsity jacket and beige pants, was Nick.

He looked at you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever seen, and right then you felt like it.

Ryan and Dylan watched you with worried eyes as you slowly stepped forward and towards your boyfriend. You felt nervous, something you thought you’d never feel when you were around Nick, but at this point, none of your feelings towards him were positive, with the exception of relief at the fact that he was alive and okay.

When you walked up to him, you made sure to keep a few feet of distance between you. “Y/n,” he says quietly, his arms aching to reach out and hold you. He had a faint memory of what happened, and with you standing in front of him, wearing the injuries and pain he inflicted on you, it did a pretty good job at clearing up the fuzzy parts.

“Hi,” you say quickly, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi,” he says just as fast, his eyes looking all over your face, lingering on the bruise for a few seconds before he steps forward. “I’m so sorry, I-”

You close your eyes tightly at the quick step back you took, not wanting him to feel even more guilty, but you couldn’t help it. The second he moved towards you had you stepping away without meaning to, flashbacks of his tight and unrelenting grip on you from last night filling your head.

The look he gave you broke any remaining piece of your heart. He looked defeated and tired and frustrated all at once.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter and look away.

“No, no, I’m sor-” he cut himself off when he realised you couldn’t even look at him. He sighs in defeat and lets his shoulders visibly fall. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m-” you try to lighten the mood that was darkening by the second. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried.”

“Are…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”

You sighed heavily. “I will be,” you say, your shaky voice adding to your words. “I just need time.”

Nick sighed, relieved that you were at least somewhat okay, and reached out to you.

“Away from you,” you add, stepping away from him again and watching as his face contorts to a pained expression. “I-I’m sorry, Nick. I know it wasn’t you who hurt me last night, but it looked like you. It’s going to take me some time to trust you and be comfortable around you again. I’m so sorry.”

Nick swallows hard and looks down at the ground. He felt as if his heart had been physically ripped out and thrown onto the dirt beneath him. How had you gone from being so in love to you being completely terrified of him in one night?

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this empty, heartbroken and scared all at once. He could feel you slipping away from him despite you standing a mere two feet away. You and him had always had a connection that ran deeper than either of you probably even realised, and the fact that he was the reason that connection was being severed made him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall. Maybe then he’d feel even a sliver of the pain he caused you and maybe then the guilt would be more bearable.

“I understand,” he says, the words hurting him more than you could possibly know. Truly, he did. He remembered everything now and he knew he would never forgive himself, so why would you forgive him? He should’ve fought harder to stay in control. He should’ve protected you. “I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t you. I know that,” you say quietly. You could feel your heart breaking with every passing second, but you continued. “I want you to know that. It wasn’t you.”

It was true. Nick had proven on more than one occasion that he would never hurt you and would do everything he could to make sure you were safe. The whole reason he got bit was so you wouldn’t.

“I love you,” Nick felt his heart skip a beat at your words. You still loved him, even after everything that happened. You loved him, but didn’t trust him. “You know that.”

“I love you, too,” he replied instantly, feeling the sting of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He looked at your bruised skin and the dried blood on your shirt and lip, his heart deflating at the sight. “I love you more than anything. I’m sorry.”

Nick wasn’t cured. He knew that. As long as he carried this curse, you wouldn’t be safe with him.

And he’d die before he let himself hurt you again.

As you stand outside Jacob’s new apartment, you bring your hand up to knock on the door for the third time. You knew he was home as he had told you a few days ago that he would be available to hang out with you.

That didn’t seem to be the case, though, as it’s now your fourth time knocking on the door and being met with complete silence.

You were about to turn around and come back later when you heard the familiar voice that only belonged to Jacob. “I’m coming, fucks sake,”

The door swung open to reveal Jacob in nothing but dark grey boxers. He had one hand on the door knob and the other on his head, scratching at his scalp and making his hair even more messy.

“Y/n,” he greeted you, smiling at you that only lasted a second.

“Hi,” you say back quickly, tightening your hold on your duffle bag. “Are you just getting up now?”

Jacob turns his head to the right and looks at the bright green numbers on his stove that read 12:56. “No,” it was an obvious lie but it had your brows raising and lips turning upwards. “What’s up?”

“Are you still looking for a roommate?” You ask and play with your fingers, a hopeful look on your face. “I know having a girl as a roommate is probably the lamest thing ever, but I swear, if I have to see my parent’s looks of pity one more time I will stab my eyes out with a fork.”

Jacob laughed, his hand dropping to his side as he shook his head. “It’s that bad, huh?”

“You have no idea,”

He nodded, his eyes squinting at the harsh sunlight that was flooding his vision. “Maybe not,”

“If it’s too much trouble or anything like that, Kaitlyn said I could crash at her house until I find a place of my own,” you trail off. “But, if you let me stay, I could help you pay rent and cook dinners. Nick taught me a lot at summer camp.”

Jacob looked surprised for a second before he tried and failed to cover up his shocked expression with a nonchalant nod.

But you saw right through him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “You mentioned Nick, is all.”

At this, your own face contorted into a surprised expression. “Oh,” you say quietly. “Yeah, I did.”

You hadn’t meant to say his name, let alone allow the thoughts of him to take over your mind like they were now doing. The truth was, you missed Nick more than anything. He was your rock for nearly a year and to go from seeing him everyday to avoiding him like the plague was hard.

You weren’t fully healed from his wounds yet. Physically, you recovered, but you still saw his glowing yellow eyes and his dark, wicked grin every time you fell asleep. It was like a never ending nightmare where you were scared of him, but at the same time all you wanted was to feel safe with him again.

Silence falls over the two of you, both of you looking at the ground before Jacob gives you a genuine look of concern. “Have you talked to him lately?”

“No,” you answer almost immediately. “Have you?”

“When he actually answers the phone,” Jacob muttered, shaking his head. “Yeah.”

The silence returns and you start to fiddle with the strap of your bag. “Um, I can find somewhere else to stay,” you break the quietness with your equally quiet voice. “I don’t want to impose.”

Jacob stands up straight. “No,” he says. “It’s fine. I’d rather have you living with me than some random guy.” He took your bag from you, slinging it over his own shoulders.

“Really?”

“Of course,” he smiles at you. “Is this all you have?”

You nod. “Yeah. I kinda threw a bunch of stuff out when I got home from camp,” you mumble. “Bad memories.”

“I get it,” he stepped back, extending his arm out to you. “Well, until you get settled, everything that’s mine is yours.”

You take his hand and allow him to tug you into his apartment. “Thanks, Jacob. Seriously,” you squeeze his hand. “I’d hug you but it might be awkward considering you’re almost naked.”

“Right,” he trailed off. “I’m going to put your bag in your room and quickly get dressed. We’ll go out and spend the rest of the day together to celebrate you moving in.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say and he grins at you, walking in the direction of the bedrooms and disappearing into his room.

As you looked around the boyish apartment, you couldn’t help but feel bittersweet. Sweet, because you weren’t alone anymore and were now living with a close friend, and bitter because you always thought that you’d be living with Nick once you moved out of your parents house.

You and Nick had talked many times about it, both of you agreeing that you should try and find a place together once you returned home from camp. Since the moment you met him, you always imagined that it would be Nick who would be your first roommate, while also being your boyfriend.

Now, it was clear that he would not be your first roommate, and if you were being honest, you weren’t sure if you were even still together at this point. For all you knew, you were on an unofficial break.

It had been just over a month since you last spoke to him at camp. You saw him around town many times, each time you felt your heart pulling further and further away from your body and closer to the brown haired boy who was far too amazing to be so broken.

You missed him, but you weren’t ready to face him.

“You’re going to have to sleep on the couch until your bed arrives,” Jacob says as he holds the door to the furniture store open for you. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” you say and walk next to him down the busy sidewalk. “I’m just glad I have somewhere to stay.”

“You have somewhere to call home, Y/n,” Jacob says, smiling at you as you stop walking. “I just have to tell the landlord that I found a roommate and we’ll be good to go.”

He looks to the side and you notice the sudden change in his expression almost immediately. He was looking at something, or someone, with the same look Nick used to give you.

You quickly rid the thoughts of him and look at whatever caught Jacob’s attention and see a blonde girl with hazel eyes looking at him. She brings her hand up in a shy wave, her cheeks turning a light pink when he returns it.

“Who’s that?” You tease, nudging his side with your elbow.

“Huh?” He quickly turns to look at you. “Oh her? Um, that’s Mikaela. I’ve seen her around a few times now.”

“You’re into her,” you say and watch as his face turns red, shaking his head when you nod. “You so are.”

“I might be into her,” he says nonchalantly.

“So go talk to her,”

“What?”

You laugh at how quickly he said it, putting your hand on his arm and gently pushing him in her direction. “Go talk to her. Ask her to hang out for a bit,”

“But I’m hanging out with you,” he looked conflicted but you made the decision for him as you backed away.

“We live together now, we can hang out literally everyday,” you point out as he looks at you, then Mikaela, then back at you. “Go, Jacob, it’s fine. I’m just going to buy a couple personal things, anyway. I really don’t think you want to be there for that.”

“That I probably don’t,” he trailed off. “Okay. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay,” he grabs your wrist before you could fully turn around.

“Thanks, Y/n,”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you answer, giving him a teasing smile. “You don’t know how you two get along yet. Thank me later.”

“Okay,” he says and nods, turning around and making his way to the blonde girl. “I’ll see you at home.”

Home.

Your heart fluttered at the sound of that word. You still couldn’t believe he actually wanted you to move in with him. Jacob had been your friend for a few months prior to you being a counselor with him at Hackett’s Quarry, but it was during camp that you and him really bonded.

He and Nick were like your two bodyguards the entire time, constantly helping you out, even with the easiest of tasks, but you were grateful nonetheless.

“Okay,” your voice was quiet and you were sure he didn’t hear you as he walked up to Mikaela and almost immediately started a conversation with her.

You watched as she laughed at whatever he said, her hand coming up to rest on his arm.

Without meaning to, your mind thinks back to all the times your own hand was placed on Nick’s arm as he joked with you. His jokes were rarely funny, but it was the way he said them that made you laugh every single time.

You missed him.

You tear your eyes away from Jacob and turn around. Almost instantly you collide with someone and you would’ve lost your balance had their hands not reached out and held onto your arms.

“I’m sorry,” the all too familiar Australian accent you adored was all you heard before you quickly looked up. Your eyes widened at the sight of Nick, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes meet yours. “Y/n.”

“Nick,” you say back. Silence falls upon the two of you as his eyes stay locked on you while yours look down at his hands.

They were still holding your arms, the first physical touch you and him have had since the night he threw you against the wall of the pool shed.

He noticed your stare and immediately dropped his hands, taking a step away from you. “I’m sorry,”

You shake your head at his panicked tone. “It’s okay,” you answer honestly. “How have you been?”

Nick looked surprised that you had started a conversation but he also wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to talk to you again. “I’m okay,” he said. “I’ve been missing my girlfriend.”

His words hurt your heart more than he probably knew and you look down, nodding once. “Yeah,” at least this was confirmation that you were still together, just not together. “I miss you too.”

“Then come back to me,” he said almost desperately.

“It’s not that simple,”

“Why not?” He sighed, frustration getting the better of him. “Why can’t we just go back to being us? Fuck, it kills me to not see you everyday. I miss talking to you and being with you, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Nick,” you mumble. “It’s just t- this is too much for me right now. I’m sorry.”

You walk around him and quickly make your way down the sidewalk. Nick refrained from reaching out to you to continue talking about it. He knew that if he were to grab you without warning, your mind would no doubt go back to that night. So, he just turned and watched as you walked away from him, taking his heart with you as you disappeared from his sight.

It had been two weeks since you last spoke to Nick, and two weeks since you moved in with Jacob. It was different than what you expected it to be. Jacob was a lot messier than you thought, though he tried to keep his messes out of the communal areas of the apartment and more in his room and the bathroom.

You didn’t mind much, he was a boy and it wasn’t unusual for them to be messy. You couldn’t remember how many times Nick invited you over and you spent most of your time tidying his room than actually hanging out with him.

Nick enters your mind once more and you’re beginning to become annoyed at the fact that everything in your life seemed to remind you of him.

It was Friday evening and you had been home alone for the majority of the day. Jacob greeted you in the morning before he left for work and once he returned home later in the day, he was in the shower and out the door again. He had been so excited all week about tonight. It was the night he and Mikaela would be going on their first official date and he would not shut up about it.

It warmed your heart to see your close friend be so happy about a potential lover. But, like everything in your life, it came with a price.

While Jacob was rarely home and spending time with his soon to be girlfriend, you were left alone with your cruel thoughts. You had hoped that you’d feel less miserable when you moved in. Jacob was the funniest guy you knew and he made you laugh countless times over the summer, and you did laugh now, but not as much as you thought you would.

The sound of thunder broke you from your thoughts and you were brought back to reality. It was pouring outside and it made the already dark sky even darker.

You refused to spend another Friday night sad, so you reached over and grabbed your phone, planning on ordering a pizza. Just as another round of thunder struck, the sound of rapid knocks filled the empty apartment. You jumped and accidentally dropped your phone. You sighed as you watched it fall in between the cushions and onto the floor under the couch.

Deciding to worry about it later, you make your way to the door when you hear the knocking continue. Without looking to see who it was, you swing open the door. “Back already, huh-” you immediately cut yourself off when you see an all too familiar person staring back at you. “Nick.”

Standing there, completely soaked was Nick.

Your mind goes back to the last time you saw him like this.

It was time to forget about that night. It wasn’t him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, stepping away from the doorframe once you feel the raindrops fall onto your sock-covered feet. “Did you run all the way here?”

“I walked,” he said, his arms wrapping around himself. “But yes.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, your hand reaching out and twisting in his grey shirt, pulling him into the apartment before you could even realise what you were doing. He closed the door and leaned against it while you stood there, playing with your fingers. “Are you cold?”

Nick shook his head and you were left to stand in silence.

Attempting to break the awkward tension, you spoke up as you turned to face the hallway. “I’ll get you a towel-”

“Y/n,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. He sounded so broken and completely worn out. And if you were being honest, he didn’t look much better.

He was slimmer now, as if he had hardly been eating, his eyes were tired and red, purple marks prominent underneath them due to lack of sleep. He looked how you felt.

“What,” you say but it wasn’t a question. Nick just looked at you, making no move to approach you and you felt the tension coming back. “Why did you come here, Nick?”

His response was instant. “I needed to see you,”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,”

You closed your eyes at the three words that held so much emotion, biting the inside of your cheek to keep calm. “Two weeks ago,” you started, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him. “When you touched me…I was brought back to that night. That was the last memory I had of you touching me.”

Nick’s heart dropped at the realisation that you had been dealing with a lot more things than he had, and he dropped his head to stare at the floor. Not only did he put his hands on you in a way that caused you physical pain, but he gave you trauma because of it. He felt sick and beyond angry at himself.

“But two weeks ago, I wasn’t scared like I was that night,” you continue, making Nick’s head snap up, his eyes on you. “And I’m not scared now.”

Nick felt his heart inflate with a sliver of hope.

“I should be, but I’m not,”

“I love you,” Nick said, not knowing what else to say as you were finally beginning to let him in again.

“I love you, too,”

Nick’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He remembers in vivid detail the last time you told him that, the morning after he scarred you. You said it with such a distant expression, and back then he knew where it was leading to. But now, you look so much different.

He wasn’t sure where it was heading this time, but his hopeful heart was burning with a desperate need for you to be in his life again. That much he knew.

“I swear to you,” he said, standing up straight but not moving towards you. He’d be damned if he moved too fast in such a fragile environment. “I will never, ever hurt you again. It’s been complete hell since you….said you needed time away from me. I’ve never felt this miserable in my entire life. Fuck, we were so happy, and I hate the fact that I’m the reason we’re not anymore.”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak but Nick cut you off.

“No, it’s all my fault. I hurt you in more ways than one, and I will never forgive myself for it,” Nick mumbled, watching as the water drops from his hair hit the mat below him. “I don’t blame you if you can’t either. It’s unforgivable.”

“Nick,” you say quietly. “I forgive you.”

It felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders at your words, his brow twitching as he held himself back from going over to you.

“I’m sorry, too,” was all you said before you began to walk towards him. Nick couldn’t help himself as he met you halfway, his hands lifting upwards to ghost over the sides of your face. He wouldn’t let himself touch you until you let him know that it was okay. Your hands gripped his wrists as you allowed him to caress either side of your face. “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

Nick shook his head quickly, his cold hands making goosebumps appear on your skin. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Ever. You hear me?”

You nod, closing your eyes and inching your mouth towards his. “I love you,” you murmur, closing the remaining space between the two of you. Your lips against his felt like coming home again after so long. It felt right and you wondered how you went so long without it.

“I love you so much,” he said against your mouth, kissing you again as his hands moved down to hold onto your waist, his grip on you desperate. He couldn’t believe he was kissing you again after so long. It felt as if everything was finally where it should be. “I’m so sorry.”

You pulled away and held onto his shoulders, bringing him down so your head could rest in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay,”

You stayed like that for what felt like forever, holding onto one another with everything you had in you. Nick had successfully made your clothing as wet as his, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You were back together and were left wondering how you spent so long without each other when it was so painstakingly obvious that you belonged together.

There was a question that neither of you had the answer to, however.

What would happen on the next full moon?

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