#nick furcillo x gn reader

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When The Sun Rises (Nick Furcillo x GN!Reader)

Summary: After the most terrifying night of your life, the sun finally rises. In the light of dawn, the werewolf curse lifts, and you are finally reunited with Nick.

This story kinda assumes some sort of pre established relationship between reader and Nick.

Warnings: Blood, Language, Death (fear of others death), basically anything cannon typical

You were up a tree, having quickly climbed up it to escape from one of the werewolves that had been terrorizing you and your friends, and had resigned yourself to stay there until morning. Luckily, you hadn’t had to wait long, though it had felt like an eternity.

As the sky finally began to glow with the light of morning, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. You had made it. You were alive. Thank god.

Victory, however, was short lived as a wave of anxiety crashed over you. While you knew you were safe in the light of day, you had no idea how many of your friends had survived. Fuck, you could be the only one left for all you knew.

Your clothes felt like they were plastered against your body, slick with sweat and blood. Although you were sure you hadn’t been injured much, aside from some scrapes, cuts, and bruises that were sure to hurt like a bitch, you knew you were covered in an alarming amount of blood.

Nick.

You had seen him turn into one of those things. Now that the sun was up, he should be back to normal, right? The other monsters wouldn’t have attacked him if he was one of them?

But the Hacketts. And Laura. What if he had been mistaken for Chris, like Kaylee had? What if someone had no choice, them or him?

“Worst case scenario.” Is what Laura had said when she gave Abigail the silver bullet. You hoped it hadn’t come to that.

Grabbing onto the trunk for balance, you carefully slid down the tree, feet landing firmly on the ground. The sun’s rays were spreading across the ground, bathing the world in a gentle orange light. It was comforting, the warmth, and god you were exhausted. You briefly considered just laying down on the ground and letting the sun wash over you, falling asleep in the mud and leaves. No. You shook the thought away and started walking towards where you thought the lodge was. You couldn’t have run that far.

Walking through the woods, you unconsciously scanned your surroundings, all of your senses working together to take in as much as they could. You felt like you were on high alert. You supposed a night being a monster’s quarry did that to a person.

From off in the woods, you heard the crunching of leaves and the snap of a twig. Someone was out here with you.

“Hello?” You called out. “Who’s there?”

The noise paused, and for a moment you thought it had just been an animal. Then you heard a voice.

“Y/N? Is that you?” His voice sounded tired, but the accent was unmistakable. Nick.

“Nick! Keep talking, I’m coming to you!” You turned in the direction you had first heard the sound, walking quickly through the brush.

“I’m over here!” He called. You broke through the line of trees and saw him. His clothing was torn and hanging off of him, and his hair was messy. That wasn’t what was most concerning, though. Nick was absolutely drenched in blood, every part of him practically saturated with it. His eyes were wide when they met yours, and he was trembling slightly.

“What…what happened? Why am I covered with blood?” He blinked a few times, as if taking you in as well. “Why are you splattered with blood? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You felt a sense of relief. He was here, he was alive, and he didn’t seem injured despite the alarming amount of blood.

“What happened?” Nick repeated himself. He hadn’t moved towards you, as if he didn’t trust himself. He seemed a little out of it, but Christ, who wouldn’t be? And how were you supposed to explain what happened? Oh yeah, sorry, you just turned into a werewolf and the rest of us spend the night running for our lives from you and the Hacketts, who are also werewolves by the way! There’s no way he’d believe you. But then again, after all that’s happened tonight…

“How much do you remember?” You asked him, stepping cautiously closer.

“I remember…that animal. The thing that attacked me in the woods. My leg…” He reached down, touching it gingerly. He blinked, looking down at it. “I thought….didn’t it bite me?” Where there had been a vicious bite mark hours earlier, the skin was smooth and unbroken.

“You were bitten.” You nodded. “It…it must’ve healed.”

“Healed?” Nick looked more and more confounded. “What happened to me?”

You took a deep breath. “The animal that attacked you in the woods? It was a werewolf. It bit you and you turned. When the sun rose, you turned back.” Nick looked at you, incredulous. “I know it sounds insane, but believe me. It happened.” You were close enough to touch him now, looking into his eyes.

He seemed to consider what you were saying, the look on your face making him pause. He scoured your expression, looking for any sign of a strange prank or odd joke.

“You’re telling the truth.” He concluded. It was an observation, not a question. “I….I turned? Into a werewolf?”

“It’s not as cool as it sounds. It was terrifying.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. He was still trembling, though he sounded exhausted. You reached out, taking one of his hands in yours. His muscles were tense, but seemed to relax slightly when you held him.

“It’s not your fault.” You assured him. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I mean…I’m covered in blood…but I don’t feel any pain. I’m just….fuck I’m so tired.” He admitted, a heavy sigh escaping him. “I feel like I’ve run a mile.”

“It’s over now.” You reassured him. If he was cured. You pushed the thought down. That was a conversation for another time, when Nick was feeling better.

“Can I….can I have a hug?” He asked sheepishly. “You don’t have to, I know I’m sort of disgusting right now-“ You cut him off, wrapping your arms around him tightly. The stress seemed to melt from both of you bodies and he hugged you back, his body warming your chilled skin.

“You’re freezing.” He breathed quietly, holding you tighter. He buried his face into your shoulder, and you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to provide as much comfort as you could. He pulled his head up, meeting your eyes. “When I was turned….I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Thank god.”

“I had a close call with one of the other werewolves though.”

His hand came up and cupped the side of your face. The concern was evident in his eyes. “I-I didn’t even think to ask, shit, I’m sorry. I don’t remember, but you…..you’ve had a hellish night, haven’t you?”

Your silence was all the answer he needed. He bumped his forehead gently against yours. “I’m here if you need to talk about it.”

“Nick?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He smiled and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Anytime.”

“Let’s get back to the lodge. We should be able to find you some new clothes and get you cleaned up.” You really didn’t want to leave the warmth of the hug, but knew you had make sure the others knew you two were alive. And make sure they were alive, too.

Nick nodded and pulled back, keeping your hand as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Lead the way.”

[tywrites]

.*°☆ THE QUARRY

(* = smut)

KAITLYN KA ♡

let me go | kaitlyn x gn!reader

exhilarating | kaitlyn x gn!reader

RYAN ERZAHLER ♡

silence | ryan x gn!reader

bona fide | ryan x gn!reader

every time i close my eyes (i see your face) | ryan x gn!reader

velvet tongue* | ryan x gn!reader

DYLAN LENIVY ♡

make a move | dylan x gn!reader

NICK FURCILLO ♡

dance with me | nick x gn!reader

EMMA MOUNTEBANK ♡

august* | emma x afab!gen!reader

[montysstuffs]

🌸The boys and their aftercare🌸

AN: I KINDA WROTE SOME FLUFF~ I know I pretty much only write smut, but this has been in my drafts for a bit and I’m clearing it out. So here it is! I also remembered Max this time! I hope you enjoy💕 I tried to be as Gender neutral as possible!

Ryan

Giving: Ryan will run you a nice hot bath. He sits on the edge he of the tub and throws in a bath bomb. Chuckling silently to himself at how excited you get at the fizzing ball. Once the water is at a desired temperature, he slips into the bath with you. He squeezes your favorite shampoo into his hand, warming it up before lathering your hair in it. All while talking to you about how your day has been. He loves to listen to your sweet voice. But if you’re not one to talk, that’s okay too! He’s more than happy to do the talking for you. Or just sit in a comfortable silence as he bathes you. Receiving: He absolutely loves when you take care of the scratches on his back. Sometimes you dig enough to break skin. Leaving splotches of red across his back. He hisses as you take a warm towel to his back. After you wipe off the blood, you follow it up with dabs of alcohol to the cuts. “Ouch!” He pouts as he slouches forward, not at all enjoying the cleaning process. You move to the front of his chest now. Doing the same process all over again. “Ow-“ you close his mouth before he can finish his word, “I haven’t even touched you yet.” His cheeks heat up a bit in embarrassment, “oh, sorry.”

Nick

Giving: He will tell you to keep lying down and not to move and inch. You wince are the cold lotion being applied to your back. “Sorry, should’ve warmed it up in my hand before.” He massages the lotion into your aching and sore muscles. Making sure to pay extra attention to every single mark he left, and kiss it. Letting you know that you’re all his, and he loves you. He’ll massage every inch of your body, from the tips of your fingers, to the pads of your toes. He wants to give as much relaxation as possible. Receiving: Loves the showers afterwards with you. You are lathering up his chest in soap. He grips your wrist, staring down at you with a different sparkle in his brown eyes. He leans down and places a soft kiss to your lips. Not at all the same type of kiss that you had shared an hour ago, but one still full of love and admiration.

Jacob

Giving: he’ll get you your favorite ice cream and throw up a movie while in bed. He’s happy to have your head on his broad chest as you slowly drift off into sleep. He is definitely the type to run his fingers through your hair. Even give you a little scalp massage while he’s at it. He’ll brush your hair, tie it up, style it for the night, anything you want. Receiving: Likes communication. He wants to know what you liked or didn’t like. He also really likes to be told how valued he is. He can get insecure sometimes, so when you tell him how much he means to you, he almost cries. And that’s okay! Crying is healthy. He beats himself up too much and would love for you to be his anchor. He absolutely loves to talk and loves that he can be his most vulnerable self.

Dylan

Giving: He sometimes struggles to go through the entire night time routine, but he does what he remembers. He will start with a quick shower, still holding you close under the warm water. Peppering kisses all over your face until you are pruny and beg him to stop. Next is your cleanser and face masks. He just wants you to sit there and be pretty. Just talk him through it and he’ll get the hang of it! Once that’s done he’ll sit you up in front of him and brush your hair. Making sure to detangle it as gently as possible. Receiving: Loves to hear you sing. Will ask you to serenade him whether you can sing or not. He’ll even make a playlist for you both to cuddle up and listen to together. And by listen to, I mean he’ll listen to you sing every single word off key and fall in love with you even more every time.

Max

Giving: He makes/brings you your favorite snack as well as share a water bottle with you. He wants you to stay hydrated at all times. “Hydrate or diedrate,” he always says. He has a stash of your favorite snacks under the bed so Laura won’t eat them all from you. Or if you’d like, he’ll ask you to join him in cooking dinner. Of course you don’t have to do anything, he just likes your company. Receiving: He isn’t a very complex man. He loves to just lie in bed and cuddle afterwards. He loves the savor the moments where your legs are overlapping his and your face buried into his neck. Give him little kisses every now and then and he’ll be over the moon.

[kitkatscabinet]

hii can i just request a lil something with Nick from The Quarry? i’ll take anything fluffy but i’ve got zero ideas other than that i’m sorry 😅 i’m just desperate lol. thank you i’m advance 🖤

Ngl Nick isn't my favourite but I tried my best, feel free to request again if it's not what you wanted.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 673

“Staring again?” Emma’s voice broke you out of your reverie, forcing you eyes to move from their laser focus on your fellow counsellor to the influencer. Knowing to do better than try and deny your blatant staring, you took in her annoying grin and sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, tease me all you want. Doesn’t change the fact you do the same for Abi” you jabbed back, motioning for her to sit on the steps beside you. It was Emma’s turn to flush now as you spoke up again “guess we’re both pretty useless,” your statement was punctuated by a playful punch to her arm. Engrossed in your conversation, the pair of you failed to notice a jealous Nick watching on.

Initially he hadn’t taken much notice of you, outshined by Emma’s vibrant personality and even Abi’s shy girl persona as weird as it sounded. You on the other hand had noticed him immediately, intrigued by the stoic front he seemed to put on and wanting to get to know him better. You weren’t sure you fully bought into the shy and awkward persona and forced repeated exposure to you had the man slowly lowering his walls. You had done everything in your power to make him laugh and your naturally approachable nature had worked greatly in your favour as the two of you found yourselves spending hours discussing anything and everything. From favourite movies to childhood dreams and you found yourself slowly falling more and more, unaware that Nick was doing the same, only much faster.

After spending time with you Nick found himself cursing that he’d initially brushed you off so soon. Your presence was mesmerising, the way you smiled, laughed hell the way you walked all causing him to swoon. It had only taken a week for the man to notice the tell-tale signs of a forming crush whenever he was around you. Unfortunately, Dylan had also picked up on it and now his days were spent split between organising kids, staring at you and enduring Dylan’s teasing.

And now with only a few days left of camp Nick watched as you laughed with Emma, kicking himself for not making a move sooner.

“Duuuuuude, you got it so bad” Jacob laughed, bringing his arm around Nick’s shoulders “It’s getting a little pathetic, just ask her out already. You know she likes you too right?” and as much as Nick hated to admit Jacobs words started a kindling of hope in his chest.

“He’s right you know” Kaitlyn said “why else do you think she’s been spending so much time you?”

“Oh my god!” Nick yelled out, drawing yours and Emma’s attention from the steps. “Does everyone know?” he whined.

“About your pathetic puppy love crush?” Dylan chimed in out of nowhere. Nick was getting seriously annoyed at everyone’s sudden intervention.

“10 bucks he never tells her” Kaitlyn interjected, rolling her eyes in faux annoyance, her words fuelling the fire inside the heavily annoyed man. Everyone watched in amusement as Nick marched straight over to you brain stalling as you stared up at him. Shit, he hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Could I speak to you, in private,” he emphasised, offering a hand that you eagerly grabbed and leading you off and away from the watching peanut gallery. Reaching a clearing Nick turned ready to pour his heart out, only to have his mind blank upon seeing your expectant smile. Noticing his sudden nervousness you decided to take the initiative, stepping forward you took his hands in yours.

“I like you too” you grinned out, stunning him and causing all the air to leave his lungs. Elation filled Nick then as he brought you into a crushing hug causing you to let out a peal of laughter. Pulling back Nick brought your face into his hands, glancing down at your lips in a silent question. Smiling you leaned in first, hands moving to cup his neck tenderly. Running out of air you separated, only to have Nick lean his forehead against yours as your shared a giddy smile. Glad you'd trusted your gut and gotten to know him better.

[fayeriee]

Different

and so i did 

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fandom: the quarry  relationship: none? slight nick furcillo x reader if you want  genre: angst(ish), then a bit of crack warning/s: violence, blood, nick being touchy and then rude, coarse language word count: 2.2k (whoops) notes: gender neutral reader. only one use of ‘Y/N’. no physical descriptors used (it is mentioned that you have hair, though). sorry bald friends ♡

more notes at the end (i explain some stuff that I didn’t want to spoil here) i hope you all like it and thank you to everyone who replied to my original post ♡

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The night had gone badly extremely fast. A sputtering minivan engine had caused you and your fellow camp counsellors to stay at Hackett’s Quarry for another night. At first, Chris Hackeett’s (your boss for the summer) panic over it had seemed like an overreaction - but after Nick and Abigail were attacked by “some kind of animal” and Jacob showed up briefly to say that he had run into some kind of hunter, you were beginning to understand. 

Things took another turn when you stood outside with most of the others (Jacob had left again to try and find Emma), looking down at the pool you’d been using all summer, that now served as Kaylee Hackett’s final resting place - turning the clear water around her body red. 

You gasp, and take a stuttering step backwards. Your shoulders knock into a firm chest, and before you can turn to see who it is, long arms are wrapped around your waist and pull you into a warm - hot - body. 

A face lowers into you neck, hot breath hitting your skin in heavy pants. 

“N-Nick?” Abi mutters, looking at you awkwardly. Your eyes widen. Nick? What is he doing? Didn’t he and Abi…

“Fuck off, Abigail,” his accented voice grumbles, close to your ear. 

Your eyebrows furrow and you begin to try wiggling away from his grip. 

“Nick, let go,” you demand sternly, hyper-aware of everyone’s eyes now locked on to the two of you. 

“You smell so good,” Nick mutters, pressing his nose further into the junction of your neck and shoulder. His arms go from firmly holding your waist to curling around your stomach like vines, his chest pressing against your back. 

“Nick, I’m serious! Get off!” you exclaim, fingers digging into his forearms as you attempt to pry him away. You could feel the fast beating of your heart in your throat. Nick’s behaviour is not just uncomfortable, it’s extremely out of character. 

“Hey, man…” Ryan mutters from beside you, shotgun still in his hands as he looks at you worriedly. Nick’s arms tighten around you in response, and you swear you heard him growl. 

“I want to taste you,” Nick hums, you can feel his lips moving against your skin. 

Heat rushes through you, and you can’t tell if it’s from some kind of indignity or… something else. 

“Woah,” Dylan mumbles, his eyebrows raised high. 

Abi lets out a small, sad sound, and Kaitlyn places a comforting hand on her shoulder. You look at the two women desperately, your fingers finally getting between Nick’s arms and your body. 

You don’t want to be too brash, Nick is injured - probably in shock - but then there’s a sharp and sudden pain just above your collarbone. 

You let out a screech, mostly from surprise, as your skin gives way and is punctured.

Your body reacts instinctively, any friendly favour lost as you roughly rip Nick’s arms away. 

Dylan would tell you much later that you looked like ‘a ninja’, but all you can feel in the moment is your body stepping and turning away from Nick before you lash out and push him. 

You watch in horror and disgust as Nick falls backwards into the pool with Kaylee’s dead body. 

It’s silent for a long, worrying moment before Nick finally surfaces, yelling and screaming like the water was actually acid. 

But as pain throbs through your neck, you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad. 

“Did that fucker bite you?!” Kaitlyn yells in surprise as she takes a step forward to comfort you - Ryan and Dylan awkwardly pulling Nick out of the pool. 

“I-I think so, yeah,” you stutter, shaken by the whole thing. Your hand rises to the spot on your neck, and you immediately hiss as the stimulation causes the pain to blossom brighter. 

You pull your hand back, surprised by the amount of blood coating your fingers. 

“Are you sure? The marks aren’t… blunt,” Abi notes worriedly, assessing your wound alongside Kaitlyn. Before you can think properly about what she means, Dylan is piping up. 

“Uh, Nick is really cold. Like, freezing.”

Ryan nods in agreement, but still regards Nick’s shivering body with caution. 

“Let’s get inside the poolhouse. Nick can get dry and I’ll try and find something for you,” Kaitlyn instructs, looking at you as she finishes. You nod in agreement, and concede yourself to her care. 

*** 

Nick was laying alone on the floor with a space heater while you and the others sit in a corner to discuss what had just happened (including finding Kaylee’s body and the lady with the eyepatch). 

Your wound had gone from simply being painful to… Burning. 

From your neck, it felt like you were being burnt from the inside out. And it had started to spread throughout your entire body, like the bite is the fuse and your body is the bomb. 

Your senses feel focused. You can smell… A lot of iron. Blood. Yours. Nick’s. Dylan’s. Even Abi was bleeding slightly from a scrape on her arm caused by an outreaching tree branch. 

You hear a call of your name by a gruff and trembling voice. You look over, Nick looking back at you pleadingly. 

“C-could you come here? Please, I-I want to apologise,” he rasps. You hesitate, taking a quick glance at the others. Kaitlyn and Dylan shrug - not seeing the harm, Ryan stares at Nick intensely - clearly waiting for him to do something, and Abi looks very concerned - not wanting you to get hurt again. 

You sigh as you get up and go to Nick hesitantly, eyeing his every movement. From the dark veins that cover his face, to the slight shudder of his chest as he breathes. 

You kneel next to him, pushing the space heater away for your own comfort. He didn’t seem to be wet anymore - definitely didn’t smell wet - but even if he was, you already feel like you’re about to melt from the inside out, and the heater is not helping. 

“I-I’m sorry… For before,” Nick mutters, looking up at you from his spot laying on the ground. You look away awkwardly. 

“Uh… Yeah. Y-You were probably just in shock… right?” you chuckle nervously. You want him to nod and agree, because up until about fifteen minutes ago you had liked Nick. He was a sweet, funny guy that was always soft spoken and gentle with the kids. He’d even remembered that you disliked certain foods when he cooked for you and the camp. 

You can hear Nick swallow. 

“Y-yeah… C-can I ask you something?” his voice is barely above a whisper, but you hear him clearly. 

“Sure,” you shrug, wanting him to keep talking to distract you from the sizzling heat in your veins. It’s getting worse, and your joints are beginning to ache like you’re being stretched out, spread thin. 

“Do you like me?”

You blink, surprised. Does he mean…? No, surely not. Literally everyone has been talking about how Nick and Abi like each other - and he’d chased after her during truth or dare. 

You come to the conclusion that he was using ‘like’ as a general term. 

“Sure! You’re nice, and thoughtful, and-” he cuts you off. 

“That’s not- ugh… that’s such- such a copout answer,” he scoffs, and even in the low light you can see him roll his eyes. 

Heat burns your throat. You’re angry. More than you can ever remember being. 

“If that’s what you think,” you snap in annoyance, your arms still aching as you cross them against your chest. Nick’s eyebrows furrow. 

“You’re not really very smart, are you?” his lips are beginning to curl, snarling with each word. 

“Excuse me?!” your voice is gravelly, and it almost comes out like a bark. 

Kaitlyn, Ryan, Dylan and Abi have gone quiet, looking over at the two of you. 

“You’re so dumb, honestly. The most clueless idiot,” Nick sneers, dark eyes glaring up at you. 

You make a move to stand up, and an insult dies on your tongue when Nick grabs your biceps roughly to stop you. His skin is as hot as yours - you’re sure that if you were in a cartoon you both would be steaming like a kettle. 

You both stare at each other, wondering who will be the first to do something. It’s Nick. He tugs you roughly towards him, moving lithely to get his legs under you. He springs you away with a kick, and your senses explode when your back makes harsh contact with the wall. 

Your vision is overcome by grey static, the room falling away as you writhe on the ground. All you can hear are your own screams of pain as it feels as if you’re being torn apart, limb from limb. 

A hand is placed on your shoulder, intended to be comforting, but it just burns brighter against the inferno of your body, making you scream louder and jerk away from the touch. 

Then, your mind goes completely blank. 

“Ohoh~ you’re quite different, aren’t you?” 

An old lady’s voice floats through your head. You can’t exactly think straight enough for words, but every thought is a question mark. 

“Hm… Maybe you could be of use. If you kill to protect those friends of yours…” 

She pauses with a small hum, like she’s thinking something over. 

You’re hungry. You want to run. 

“Yes, protect them from those wretched hunters. Murderers! That’s you want to do, isn’t it. We can definitely use this to our advantage…” 

Her voice fades and everything comes back into focus. 

Your body doesn’t hurt anymore, and while you’re still relatively warm, it doesn’t burn anymore. 

A scream pierces your ears, and you turn to complain, only to see Abi being held up against the wall by… Something. 

It stands on its hind legs, seven or eight feet tall, with elongated limbs that end in razor sharp claws. Its face is mostly teeth and tongue, which are snapping in Abi’s face as she cries and tries to push it away. 

Anger fills you at seeing your friend in danger, and, with bravery not entirely your own, you leap forward. Instinct drives you, and before you really know which parts of your body are doing what, your jaw snaps down onto the thing’s arm. Using your leverage, you push against the ground to pull the creature’s arm away from Abi. 

She falls to the ground when released, and quickly scrambles across the ground to regroup with Kaitlyn, Dylan and Ryan. 

The thing turns its focus on you, trying to pull its arm free. A growl rumbles in your throat, and your teeth clench harder before you shake your head harshly, the muscle under your teeth ripping. 

The taste of blood fills your mouth, and a very quiet voice tells you that the creature you’re attacking is Nick. 

You let go, and the creature doesn’t look for a further fight, crashing through the window and running away with a howl. 

You watch the window for a few more moments. Even though you hear the retreating footsteps, you need to make sure it doesn’t return. 

“Is that a fucking dog?!” Dylan’s voice exclaims from behind you. 

You turn around to look at your group of, fortunately, safe friends. But they’re all looking at you strangely. 

“It’s way too big to be a dog,” Kaitlyn scoffs, but she doesn’t look away from you. Confusion fills you, and you glance over your shoulder to try and find said ‘dog’, but there’s nothing there. 

Oh, there’s a tail. 

Upon noticing it, it starts to move, shaking from side to side. It’s large, and very fluffy. 

“Like a dire wolf!” Dylan chirps, sounding excited. You look away from the tail to watch him, and he meets your eyes with his own wide ones. He still smells like blood, but it's not as fresh as before, which is slightly reassuring. 

“Like from Game of Thrones?” Abi asks, still looking nervous. 

You go to take s tep forward, wanting to comfort her and reassure her that Monster-Nick is gone. 

But as soon as you do, everyone edges backwards - looking scared. 

“Guys?” you try to question, but all that comes out is a drawn out whine. You go silent quickly, eyes wide. 

“Aw,” Abi softens, holding her hand out towards your face. When you go to slap it away (insulted), however, you see your hand. That is… Not quite a hand anymore. A very large fucking paw is what you’re moving instead. What… the fuck?

Turning around, you realise the interesting tail from before is, in fact, yours. 

Ah, fuck.

“Um, guys… Where did Y/N go?” Ryan asks, looking at a spot on the ground just behind you that was covered in blood and fur that looked to be the same colour as your hair. 

Things are beginning to add up for the others just as they have for you. 

You’d let out a little bark at the sound of your name, getting everyone’s attention. 

“Are… you…?” Dylan is the first to entertain the thought, looking at  you in amazement. Everyone lets out a sound between a laugh, a gasp, and a groan when you nod your head up and down. 

“Then… the thing that attacked Abi… Was that Nick?” Kaitlyn asks, looking unsettled when you nod again. 

“So… why are you a friendly, fluffy… ‘wolf’, while Nick and those… other ones are… not?” Ryan asks awkwardly. You try to shrug, and while it doesn’t feel entirely right, they seem to get the point. 

You all stand there for a moment, looking at each other in disbelieving silence. 

You’re interrupted by a knock at the door. 

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HEHEHHE thank you for reading! 

A few things for clarification! 

So, when Nick bites you, he has sharp teeth like Emma does just before she turns (if she’s alone in the storm shelter and infected). In this story, Nick’s turning was delayed by his dip into the water, which is why you both turn at the same time. 

With the reader and Nick being really hot, that’s taken from when Max is turning, he says that he’s really hot and asks Laura if she’s hot. 

We also know that it’s possible to become infected if someone who is infected bites you even before they turn, since Ryan still gets infected and heals when Laura bites him (before she turns) to save him. 

The old lady voice that you hear is Eliza (the tarot card lady you see between chapters). She calls you different and the reason behind that is... whatever you want. Maybe you had fluffy!werewolf ancestors, idk. Maybe you’re the chosen one, I don’t care, don’t question it. 

I didn’t want to specify how tall you are, so I couldn’t put in any comparisons (like, after you turn you’re taller than (character) because what if you’re already taller than them before turning? that wouldn’t make any sense). But basically I made you kind of hilariously large. You look like a normal wolf, your fur being the same colour as your (natural) hair (sorry, i wasn’t really envisioning a pink wolf), but you’re roughly the size of a polar bear (please google it those fuckers are huge) 

OKAY ENOUGH EXPLANATIONS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT IT WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE I MIGHT EVEN DO A PART TWO IF ANYONE WANTS IT???? ♡♡

[alisblackgf]

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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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

[vampzzi]

KINKTOBER DAY 2 ; THIGH RIDING

nick furcillo x gender neutral reader

cw; mean!nick, squirting,thigh riding, cunt slapping, reader is a jerk to abi, reader is gender neutral genitalia but more female leaning cause I'm still learning how to write gn smut, not beta read

author notes; slower updates cause this week is jammed PACKED with exams so I apologize if the stories become shorter and push out later than usual

Nick was in the pool, flaring back in front of crazily as you reached your hand out and helped him out as Abigail moved back into Katilyn, as she comforted her and gave Abi a tight hug. “You’re fucking crazy Abi!” you snapped at her as you held Nick, keeping your arms wrapped around him while he laid on your shoulder, shivering and soaking wet. “I-I - it was a-” “I - I spit it out!” you replied back angrily. Kaitlyn stepping “Alright, you two that’s enough! “We should get you back to the nurses office and dried off cause Ms. can’t keep her hands off you can’t think straight” you spit out as Abi looked at you with a guilty look.

You helped Nick out of the pool house as the others went whenever, you were pissed to be honest. Nick wasn’t in his right mind and that was obvious so why would she do something so stupid like, I understand you wanting to getting him off you but don’t take your man strength and push him so hard. Scowling as you walked Nick through the forest he struggled to keep his balance and you tried your best to keep you and him balanced as you finally made it inside as you both walked to the nurses office, the place was eerily quiet and you could hear faint sounds here and there as it set you off. Stuff was all over the floor,broken glass, pushed over shelves,furniture pushed over. 

As you finally made it in the nurse's office and locked the door. You laid Nick down, and walked to the cabinet and opened it, grabbing a towel and making your way to him as you looked at him “Nick…I need you to try and take your clothes” you made you emphasized the “try” as he shivered and nodded.

Taking his shaky hands and pulling the wet shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor with a wet plop, as he began to unbutton his pants as you assisted him with getting them off along with his shoes and socks. He was almost naked his boxers being the only thing clinging to his body. “I-I’m sorry name” “shh, it’s fine Nick” taking the towel and drying off his wet body as you came up and looked at him, your faces close together as you held your breath Nick breaking the silence – “how much do you love me?”

“Alot Nick, I love you alot” “Kiss me then.” You weren’t thinking as your lips pressed against his, clutching onto the towel that was between you two as he took his hand and grabbed your side pulling you onto his thigh, the kiss going back n forth as his tongue was down your throat, french kissing you in a way you’d never see anyone else do. Emma was definitely right, he does know how to kiss and use his tongue, it’s insane. “Nick I-” “Nick I~” he mocked you as you were taken back by it as he chuckled, thrusting his thigh upwards as you moaned out.

“Take those pesky pants off and ride me , show how much you love me bitch.” You were offended by Nick’s vulgar language but you couldn't help but obey him, taking your pants off quickly unbuttoning them like your life depended on them as your underwear were damp but not enough for it to be seen as you got back on his thigh, and grabbed onto his shoulders. “A-Are you sure…you’re” “hush name and ride me like the pathetic whore you are’ you nodded quickly and began to grind on his thigh – small tiny gasp leaving your lips as your sweet nerves swiped against his thigh and you lost it being lost in the intense pleasure.

Grinding against his thigh as he held your waist and kissed the side of your face, inhaling your scent as he brought a hand down and pressed it to your clothed nerves as you moaned out and kept grinding, you could feel your climax building up as you whined out “Nick, c-cum” “c-cum, do it slut. Soak my thigh in your whore cum” his harsh words went to your core as you continued to ride his thigh as he dipped a hand in your panties, playing with your bundle of nerves as you moaned out and you couldn't hold yourself back. 

Squirting all over his fingers as he hit your sopping wet hole with force as you quivered and whined out as your panties became more than damp as they were completely soaked and so was Nick’s hands. Your moans are high pitched as you couldn't even say anything but feel. He pulls his hands out and tastes your juices and growls “you taste so fucking good” he pushes you down as you yelp out as he spreads your legs and lays between them.

“I need more of your hole more of you.’ “nick- I can’t take anymore” “you can, be good for me my squirting slut” you inhale and exhale as he does a taste lick and you moan out from being so sensitive as he begins to swirl and lick up and down your hole, dipping his tongue inside and toying with your nerves. He was doing so much you could only whine and grip his partially wet locs as you pulled him closer to your cunt as he licked up and down and buried himself in your tight hole, putting his tongue deep inside you and slurping your juices with loud smacking noises.

You could hear his growls and pants as he kept on going to the point as you clenched down on his tongue and came on his face, listening to him drink your juices until he came up with a glistening face as he wiped it off and placed a kiss on your cheek, he was hard but he knew he couldn’t do that, not here.

“Fuck, I wish I could take you. But we can't right now” you sighed out “what’s stopping you?” “whatever is roaming around, just listen.”  Listening to the random noises of objects breaking as you moved backwards with Nick until you were up against the wall, while Nick looked for something to defend you guys. Yeah, you guys were definitely screwed but don’t worry Nick’s got you”

[grievedeeply]

I am BEGGING for a Nick x Reader that's fluffy with a smidge of angst (who doesn't love angst???)

I have this idea in my mind of angst coming from his "asshole" remarks as he steady became more affected.

i love angst but angst does not love me LOL but this is a great request!! sorry this is a little short i wasn't sure on where to take this in the end. and this definitely very angsty there's little to no fluff here at all except in reader's memories LOL. you essentially replace abi, as you were with nick when he got attacked, but she's still in the story

gn!reader

tags: @alisblackgf @sl0thsblog @willowroom @wolfsquad @hardcore0simp @tywrites @ziplokz @dylanlenievy @bloodverz @nesai @rainbows-dreams @jamiieebee @aspendvd @jjkk1m | join my taglist!!

tws: angst, violence (nick grabs your wrist and doesn't let go, it leaves a mark), nick transforms & he is mean, no happy ending :(

a glimpse of him — nick furcillo

you sat in next to nick on the cold floor of the poolhouse, covered in your own blood and sweat as you stared down at him. his skin was pale, almost grey, and his eyes were turning yellow.

you knew he would be turning into one of those things sooner or later, no matter how much you didn't want to accept it. kaitlyn, dylan, ryan and abi didn't want to either. they wheeled nick around in the wheelbarrow until be was well enough to walk on his own. you still weren't sure how he was able to so quickly.

you saw as that thing pounced on top of him, digging its teeth deep into his skin. it bits scratched his clothes apart, and you wondered how he was even still alive.

of course— you were happy that he was— but you caught yourself thinking about how it was a miracle that he was still with you. the thoughts of it on top of him were tearing your mind apart, plaguing you with guilt.

'i could've done more,' you told yourself, but you tried. you did. you pulled him with you for a few moments before giving up. you wouldn't be able to haul him back to to the fire pit without being mauled too. you glanced at him sadly before leaving him behind, running off to get help for him.

you stared down at his form in front of you, biting at your cheek as he opened his eyes to look up at you. you were met with a golden yellow. you missed the soft brown of his irises. you greeted him with a smile, trying to hide your sadness from him. "how are you doing?" you spoke softly, taking one of his hands in yours.

as you looked at him, your mind wandered to earlier that night and your shared kiss in the woods. you confessed to him then, and he had smiled so wide that his cheeks had started to hurt. he kissed you so gently and so passionately and you wanted nothing more than to go back to that moment again.

"i'm okay." he told you, adjusting his arm underneath his head. he shook out his hand as if it had fallen asleep and you couldn't help but chuckle. "did you rest any?" your question was answered with a shake of his head, and you pursed your lips. "i couldn't." he admitted after a moment. "it feels so hot." he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed. "i can move the heater?" you questioned and he nodded, letting out a heavy breath. "okay."

you stood up, stretching out your legs before you pushed the heater further away from him and turned it off. "better?" you asked him, taking your seat next to him again. "yeah." he muttered, his jaw clenched. "are you sure you're okay?" he opened his eyes again, his gaze staring daggers into you. "why do you ask so many questions?" he spat out, and you tilted your head. what had gotten into him? "i'm.. i'm sorry." you apologized. "just worried about you, that's all." you confessed, playing awkwardly with your fingers.

"then stop. i'm fine." he spoke, his voice filled with venom. "what's gotten into you?" you asked him after a few moments of sitting in an uncomfortable silence. "this isn't the nick i know." you continued, your lips pressed into a thin line. "then you don't really know me." he brushed away your question, and all you could do was stare at him in disbelief. you just shook your head. "you know what— i'll just leave you alone." you muttered, feeling completely defeated and wracked with guilt again.

before you could stand up completely, his hand grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you down next to him again. his grip was so tight, and he wouldn't let go no matter how much you pulled and wiggled. "do you like me?" he asked you, his eyes getting more yellow with every passing moment. you were scared, of whatever monster this was inside of him. "of course i do." you told him honestly, sighing. "i like you, not whatever this," you gestured to him with your free hand, "is."

"this is me."

"it's not. i know it. the you i know is gentle and kind. he's shy and he's sweet. this.. this is different. this isn't you." you insisted, and he pulled you closer. he felt even stronger than before this time.

"you know.. i never liked you. i felt bad for you. that's the only reason why i hung out with you. why i kissed you."

you froze. was he being truthful? your mind wandered to when you first met. he was awkward but he was friendly, greeting you with a warm smile. you thought back to how you fell for him. you remembered all of the children and how much they loved him. you remembered him tying every child's shoe and bandaging up their every wound with a reassuring pat on the back. you remembered everything about him that you loved and— as you stared at the man before you— you decided that this wasn't him.

but you'd be lying if you said his words didn't hurt.

"you're not yourself."

"you're so pitiful. just wanting a man's attention, and for what? you were never worth my time." he continued, completely ignoring your words as he stared into your eyes. "i never liked you." he repeated, his nails digging into your skin. "i felt bad for you because no one liked you. you were nothing. you are nothing."

you felt tears forming in your eyes and you finally freed your wrist. you stared down at it, and the outline of his fingers were etched into your skin. you took in a deep breath. "this.. isn't you." you told him.

"finally realized that i'm not the soft boy you wanted. i didn't think you were stupid, too." he let out a chuckle, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you close, looking deep into your soul.

as you stared at him, you could've swore you saw a glimpse of the nick you loved in his eyes.

without another thought on his part, he picked you up as if you were nothing and tossed you across the room, your back hitting the wall with a crack. you lifted a hand to the bade of your skull and when you pulled it away your eyes were met with blood covering your fingers. you returned your gaze to nick, who stood up with a devious smirk on his face. this wasn't him, and you knew it.

as he looked at you, standing there with menacing growls escaped his mouth, you extended a foot to pull the shotgun close to you. with a quick slide it was within your grasp and you bent down to grab it, hesitantly aiming the barrel at him with a finger on the trigger.

he would be okay if you shot him, right? he would recover with his newfound strength and powers. you stared at him with teary eyes, inhaling sharply as you shot him. you snapped your eyes shut, not wanting to see him that way. you felt sorrow and sadness as you heard his pained grunts, which soon turned back into animalistic noises.

you hesitantly returned your eyes to him just in time to see him transform. blood splattered across your face and you watched helplessly as he jumped out of the window next to you.

turning on your heel, you caught his form again before he ran completely into the treeline. "i'm sorry nick." you muttered to yourself.

you could only hope that your next reunion would be a happy one.

[squeebies]

nick furcillo x gn reader [fluff]

took me a week but my second post !! now who do i do next heheeh ………

You wished your blood would wash out easier. As you trembled over a quiet stream, trying to clean the large gash in your forearm (a scratch compared to what you’ve seen happen to your fellow counselors) and the taste of blood from your mouth, all you hoped was that your blood would wash out easier. And that you’d get home, but as the night progressed that seemed to matter less and less.

Or maybe it mattered now more than ever, considering the looming arrival of daybreak. Maybe you could live to see another day. To get home.

You choked back a sob, the exhaustion and thrill of the night finally settling in. The tears in your eyes and smell of blood overwhelmed you, it was as if you could puke. You felt like you were fighting a losing game; everyone was hurt, and Nick was …

Well, nobody knew what Nick was.

Every part of you wanted to scream - to plead for someone to help you. Cuts and bruises littered your arms and legs, proof that (so far) you’ve overcome the bullshit of this night. And that you were pretty clumsy prey, but the former option made you more optimistic.

Because even when you’re caked in mud and dirt, and starting to feel a little woozy from the blood loss, you have to stay optimistic.

Optimistic that the sound you just heard - that soft ‘crunch’ of that dead branch - was a squirrel. Maybe even a bear, at least then you may have a fighting chance.

Compared to what else you found out lived in these woods.

“(Y/N) ..?” You couldn’t tell what you felt when you heard his voice: fear, maybe nausea? You whipped your head around.

Nick stood there, clad in shreds. A tree supported most of his weight, his weak form soddened from the rain and (hopefully) his own blood. He tried to catch his breath, his voice strained and scratchy, “Are - are you okay?”

You watched him defensively; his eyes were a deep brown - deeper than they were at the poolhouse, anyway. You swallowed, “I’m ok.” You shakily rose to your feet, “Are - are you-“

“I’m alright.”

You didn’t worry about whether that was a lie or not - you didn’t care. You walked over to him hesitantly, “S-Shitty night, huh?”

“… Yea,” he didn’t laugh, instead raising a trembling thumb to your cheek, “you’re caked in blood …”

If he remembered anything about what happened, you guess he would’ve apologized by now. You pulled him into a hug, “You’re worse.”

You supposed you could wait to tell him he was practically naked, or that he was the reason your arm was so mangled. You were just glad to see him human, see him as anything but that abomination that chased you through the woods.

You backed away and looked down to his hands: no claws - soft, too, as if he hadn’t been walking on them all night. That thought made your stomach weak, that he’d been through such hell and yet the first thing he did when he saw you was ask if you were okay.

You assumed he didn’t really have to worry about himself, considering the shotgun wound from Abi - as well as any other potential wounds (the one on his leg, especially) - were nowhere to be seen.

“Holy shit,” he gasped and cradled your injured arm, “Jesus, (Y/N).”

You tensed in pain, “Shit, let go. It’s okay - I mean,” you studied the injury, “I wasn’t bit. I don’t think.”

“‘Bit’?” Nick questioned, “What do you mean? What did this?” He studied your face when you couldn’t reply, “(Y/N)?”

“… You did, Nick.” You recalled the incident at the poolhouse. How he turned, and a second later disappeared through the window.

You met him later, exactly like he’d been: inhumane strength, long claws, no skin. You couldn’t tell how many of them were out there, but you could tell the one you saw was Nick.

It’s not like every strange creature at Hackett’s Quarry had a ‘Mannington’ campus shirt on. What was left of one, at least.

He stood, speechless, his expression contorting from confusion to a hurtful contemplation. He clenched his jaw, “Fuck, (Y/N) …”

He wrapped his arms around your waist - a cautious attempt at a hug. You wrapped your good arm around his neck, “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” You whispered comforts in his ear as he sobbed into your hair.

“I’m - I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he stammered out apologies, his voice a weak whisper. He shook as he held you, “Please forgive me, I’m so sorry - fuck, please.” You leaned into his touch, you hoped it told him what you couldn’t.

You weren’t sure how long it’d been - only minutes, surely - but the sun was finally rising. You watched it over Nick’s shoulder, a newfound hope igniting inside of you, “We’ll be okay, I - I promise.” It suddenly felt true. It suddenly felt like everything that happened tonight was leading up to this.

He cupped your cheek and laughed through his tears, “Is - is now a bad time to admit that you look really good?”

“All … bloody?”

“No! I’m - I’m sorry, just,” he shrugged, “in my arms, I guess …”

The danger had passed, right? You weren’t sure, but it felt like now or never as he held you. You simpered, “Well, I can get used to this.”

You both laughed quietly. He pet your hair, “Can I …” His gaze went from your eyes to your lips.

You bit your cheek, “What?”

His grip on your waist tightened. He leaned closer, “Can I kiss you ..?”

You looked into his eyes: a deep brown, “Of course.”

He closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours gently. He hesitantly pinned you against the tree, one hand on your hip and the other laced with yours. His knee pressed between your legs, his hands moving up to your waist as he kissed you deeper. When you parted he kissed your cheek.

He smiled, “Wow, you’re - that was …” He trailed off, his embarrassment evident. He pulled you back into his chest, “I’m just … wow.”

He held you tightly, the dull thumping of his heart soothing you. It reminded you he wasn’t going anywhere, you weren’t either.

You heard the police sirens distantly - just a little longer and everyone would be okay. You hoped so, at least.

“Nick?”

“Yea?”

You pulled him closer, “One more time ..?”

[iamunder-urbed]

nick furcillo angst 🙏

Left behind

Nick furcillo x reader

gn reader!

Warnings: Nick is prob ooc, reader gets injured

A/n: I haven't had service for 2 days so sorry about that, I didn't know how to end this so the end may be kinda eh lmfaoo. i also just finished vol 2 of st and all i gotta say is i am fumin, absolutely fumin, anyways i hope this is ok, i feel like this isn't that angsty but yk😭

The scene around you was silent except for the occasional chirps of crickets and wind brushing against the trees, sitting on an old fallen tree you stared at your feet with a disappointed look.

Footsteps broke the silence, making you jump before looking at the culprit. Nick stood a few feet away with an open mouth as if he was about to say something, yet nothing came out, he resorted to waving with an awkward smile and moving to sit beside you, opposite of the way you were facing.

The two of you sat quietly for a moment until you looked at him and spoke,” soo…Emma,huh?” your voice was just above a whisper, pursing your lips as you waited for his answer. Nick looked at you almost like he was surprised,” oh what? No no she just did that to make Jacob jealous, I was playing along.” He waved his hand slightly, shaking his head dismissively.

You only nodded in response and looked ahead of you before letting out a huff and kicking at the dirt under your shoes, anything to avoid making eye contact right now. Nick stared at you for a second before scooting a little closer," Why did you uh walk away?” you almost rolled your eyes at his words, he isn't that oblivious is he?

You shrugged slightly and looked in his direction, but still not looking him in the eyes,” the smoke from the fire y'know, it's just kinda suffocating.” adding a small, forced laugh while picking at your fingernails.

Nick stayed silent only looking at you with an unreadable expression, chewing on his bottom lip. You parted your lips to say something but couldn't figure out what you could say in that moment, finally meeting his eyes for a moment and taking in the tranquility around you.

Time almost seemed to stop as he started leaning in closer, his hand slowly making its way to yours on the log. With wide eyes, you quickly turned your face before he could press his lips to yours, mentally cursing yourself as you closed your eyes.

Nick grimaced slightly at his actions, shaking his head with a sigh,” im sorry, i got the wrong im-” his sentence was cut short by a growl, the bushes ahead of you rustled making your stomach drop and an eerie feeling set in your gut.

The two of you stood up, making the choice to hide behind Nick and whisper,” what was that?” he only shushed you in reply and listened for more noises, "I'm really ready to get out of here, can we just go back to the fire?” The bad feeling in your gut increased when a howl came from far away, your knees on the brink of buckling under you.

He nodded slowly and began walking towards where your friends were with you following close behind. After a few seconds of walking another growl was heard, yet it was closer this time and the sound of running followed it, your breathing quickened as you shook your head,” Oh no, there's definitely something out here with us.” “It's not a bear, I can tell you that.” You scoffed at his comment and nodded, "No shit.”

The bushes moved again, and he nudged you slightly, "Run!” He yelled before taking off ahead of you, a hushed gasp left your mouth, and you began sprinting to the firepit only to be stopped by a root catching your foot causing you cry out and fall to the ground.

Nick looked back at you as you called out his name, but he didn't move to help. You tried to find your balance and stand up, but your ankle had twisted during the fall making it harder to get up. In a flash something had come out from behind the trees and shoved you back to the ground, knocking the air out of you.

A shriek escaped you as the creature bit into your neck, your fists hitting its chest in a weak attempt to push it off, but it continued its assault. Nick watched from his place; his legs frozen for a second before he continued running away hoping to avoid sharing the same fate as you.

tears blurred your vision as you watched him run before you tried to call him again, but your voice was only a whisper. You wanted to punch him in the face for leaving you behind, instead resorting to squeezing your eyes shut just hoping for the moment to be over.

you let out a wheeze when the creature jumped off of you and began to follow him before a gunshot rang throughout the woods, and it fell over, giving Nick more time to run and hide before it got up and disappeared into the darkness behind him.

Eventually Ryan came to your rescue after hearing you scream, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you lean on him as you stumbled back to camp.

[01rocketboy01]

Would anyone be interested in The Quarry content? Cause I’ve been thinking about writing for it and/or sharing some of my thoughts and analyses, but idk if anyone wants to hear about it.

[urfavbooblover]

☆ The Quarry Masterlist

• You can always leave requests for these characters •

Emma Mountebank:

- Late night swim (x female/non-male reader)

- Summer fling (x female/non-male reader)

- How they would kiss you (x female/non-male reader)

Abigail Blyg:

- Love in the storm shelter (x female/non-male reader)

- How they would kiss you (x non-male reader)

Kaitlyn Ka:

- Truth or Dare (x female/non-male reader)

- Infected love (x female/non-male reader)

- Take my breath (x female/non-male reader)

- How they would kiss you (x non-male reader)

Laura Kearney:

- Dating Headcanons

- How they would kiss you (x non-male reader)

Ryan Erzahler:

- Podcast (x gn-reader)

- What he finds attractive in a person ~ headcanons

Dylan Lenivy:

(only male/non-female reader due to him being a gay character)

- Someone Else (x male/non-female reader)

- Campfire (x male/non-female reader)

Nick Furcillo:

- nothing yet

Jacob Custos:

- Sneak Out (x male/non-female reader)

Max Brinly:

- nothing yet

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If you’re interested in any other characters from The Quarry, you can leave a request

[anna1306]

Masterlist

Hey, guys!

Since my writings started to gather up attention (which is wow, I didn’t expect it at all, THANK YOU ALL), I decided to create a masterlist, so it would be easier for you and me both to navigate through this

I will try to keep this as updated, as I can, but if anything - tell me c:

The Lost Boys (1987)

Poly!Lost Boys

New in town (GN)

In Santa-Carla appeared new person. They arrived with the Emersons and at first it seems that Lucy is taken, which pisses Max off. What the Boys and their sire don't know, that this is Lucy's sibling. And they know what is going on here, as they are too non-human

Masterlist

Dark interest (GN)

Four friends, who ended school last year, meet a person on the Boardwalk. They all are interested in them, each in their own way. But none of them, not David with his intuition, not Dwayne with the knowledge and guidance of the elders, not Marko from more or less good family, not even Paul with not-standard way if thinking could imagine this person to be a vampire. Who is more interested in them, they could ever imagine

Masterlist

Goblin Ruler s/o (crossover with Labyrinth) (GN) (Part 2)

Alone (GN)

Sweets (GN)

S/o with crutches (GN)

S/o who loves classical music (GN)

Short s/o with cute laughter (GN)

S/o with social anxiety (GN)

Cute, innocent S/o (female) (part 2)

Quiet dancing (GN)

Really short S/o (GN)

Reader, who turns into a demon (platonic) (female)

Ghost s/o (GN) (part 2)

S/o from Addams family (GN) (part 2) (part 3)

Opera s/o (GN)

Southern s/o (GN)

S/o on roller skates (female)

S/o with fear of darkness (GN)

S/o, who got kicked out of the house (GN)

S/o, who's into disco (GN)

Burlesque S/o (GN) (part 2)

Russian S/o (GN)

S/o, who changes styles often (female)

Tall and curvy S/o (female)

Reader, the other kind of vampire (GN) (part 2)

Reader, who plays violin (GN)

Australian Reader (GN)

Reader who protects them (GN)

Nose bleeds (GN)

Witch (GN)

Werewolf Reader with a dog (GN)

Reader falls asleep very fast (GN)

Reader with heterochromia (GN)

Nesting (GN)

Believe (GN)

Funny Reader (female)

Marks (+Michael) (female)

Clumsy S/o (GN)

Cutie s/o (GN)

Rockstar s/o (female)

S/o into knitting/crochet (female)

Movie night (GN)

Nice evening (female)

Very emotional s/o (GN)

S/o, who's shy at first (female)

Violent (female)

Wrong words (GN)

British s/o (GN)

Barista s/o (GN)

Ghoul s/o (GN)

Deception (Female)

S/o with a pet (Female)

S/o like Lil Mariko (GN)

Depressed s/o (GN)

Artifical vampire s/o (GN)

Distance (GN)

Deaf s/o (GN)

Separately

S/o, who needs cuddles (+Michael & Star) (GN)

S/o with piebaldism (GN)

S/o, who saves them with blood (GN)

First feeding of s/o (GN)

Sudden kiss (GN)

S/o turning (GN)

Birthdays (GN)

David

First sight (female)

Pent up feelings (GN)

Denial (Male)

Marko

Darkness (Female) (Part 2)

Thoughts (GN)

Little guy (GN) (Part 2)

Dwayne

Secret admirer (female) (part 2)

Doubts (female) (18+!)

Saviour (GN)

Paul

Doubts (GN)

Friends with benefits (GN)

Michael

Awakening (Male)

Non-pairing

The lost Boys meet their female versions (with s/o)

Out of despair (David x Michael)

Other fandoms

Deal (AHS; Michael Langdon; Male)

Sickness (AHS; Michael Langdon; Female)

Jealousy (DDADDS; Craig Cahn; Male)

Peace and quiet (AOS Star Trek; Mcspirk)

Don't leave me (Teen Wolf; Deucalion x Stiles)

Fiery pet (Descendants; Harry Hook; GN)

Chubby s/o (The Quarry; Nick Furcillo; Female)

[kitkatscabinet]

thank you for being open to taking requests for the quarry 🥹 could you possibly do something with nick maybe they’ve been best friends for years like Kaitlyn and Jake were and he wants to confess his feelings but is scared to so maybe Kaitlyn or Dylan help him confess his feelings? sorry if that isn’t enough. thank you💕

This is more than enough, I hope you enjoy it!

Genre: fluff, getting together

Pairing: Nick x gn! Reader

Word count: 850

Nick honestly hadn’t been sure about the whole camp counsellor thing but you had been really excited and well, he just couldn’t say no to you. You’d been friends since elementary school, latching onto each other from day one. Nick couldn’t say he regretted anything about your friendship, even being in your presence was more than he could have ever hope for. However, he had admittedly been in love with you for years but was too afraid of the thought of losing you entirely to confess. So, for years he had silently pined, comforting you through break ups and the like, listening to every rant and celebrating your joys. That wasn’t to say you didn’t do the same for him, you did and it only served to further his love for you, as he smiled along internally screaming at every light touch you would make, every smile, every joke, every hug.

Dylan’s smug grin entering his line of sight caused Nick to groan in annoyance, both at being caught staring and at the inevitable ‘you should confess speech’ that was about to take place. “Don’t say anything” Nick glared at his new friend, watching as Dylan’s face morphed into a faux offended expression.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say” he exclaimed, his volume gaining your curious gaze momentarily before the kids demanded your attention once more.

“You’re gonna do that whole thing where you tell me I should confess, then I say I don’t want to ruin our friendship and then you say you’ll never know if you don’t try or some cliché like that” Nick said, wildly gesticulating with his hands.

“Huh, that was almost exactly it” Dylan conceded “but, I can guarantee you that they’re like disgustingly in love with you too bro.” Noticing Nicks sceptical face he barrelled on “I swear, on my life or whatever, Emma overhead them telling Abi that they were like totally in love with you, but were too scared to ruin things bla, bla… you get the deal” he quickly finished at the unimpressed face of his one man audience. Rolling his eyes at the fact that he had to do everything Dylan called your name, urgently beckoning you over. At your arrival, Dylan clapped one hand on Nicks shoulder and promptly skedaddled following his bold proclamation that Nick ‘just had to tell you something’.

Taking in your shining eyes and beaming face Nick found himself chickening out, “Uh, I was just wondering um… if you wanted to… eat lunch together… later!” he finished with a shout, heart twisting as he witnessed your expression fall.

“Oh um yeah definitely, I thought that was a given?” you said, quickly masking your disappointment. Of course, he wasn’t just going to confess like that all of a sudden what had you been thinking. Weakly dismissing yourself with a vague wave at the kids, you turned and walked off leaving Nick to feel as if he’d just made a big mistake. Dylan, who had been watching from afar cursed as he noticed your crestfallen expression. Running over to the stock-still Nick he grasped the man’s shoulder comfortingly after he didn’t respond to the various calls of his name.

“What happened?” Dylan sighed out, feeling a little bad at instigating what had seemed like a trainwreck.

“I asked if she wanted to eat lunch later” Nick groaned, hands coming up to rub his face in defeat

“Don’t you eat lunch together every day though?” Dylan responded, confused now, Nick’s silence was confirmation enough “Oh wow that bad. Well, it’s not a totally lost cause, you can just tell her at lunch!” he excitedly said, trying to bring up the mood.

You had been watching Nick stare at his lunch for minutes now, an unprecedented silence settling between the pair of you. Just as you opened your mouth to speak

“I’m in love with you” he blurted out, causing the both of you to freeze in panic. “I’ve been in love with you for years now and I never said anything cause I didn’t want to ruin anything and oh my god you’re not responding so I’m just gonna go” he rambled out, not letting you get a word in edgewise as your brain attempted to process the words you’d longed to hear for so long.

“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist in a grip you didn’t even know you possessed. “I love you too” you yelled out, gaining the attention of everyone in the lodge, neither of you noticing, too wrapped up in each other. Dylan’s whooping causing the both of you to flush in mortification as cheers erupted through the hall.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss” Jacob egged on, his chant gaining traction as counsellors and kids alike cheered you on. Nick looked into your eyes for permission, and after a few seconds you nodded in confirmation both of you laughing into the kiss. It wasn’t a perfect kiss, your smiles and awareness of all the eyes on you detracting from that, but it was still the best kiss either of you had ever had.

[montysstuffs]

WIP (for now)

Requested

She’s My Collar (bratty sub!Nick Furcillo x cis fem!reader) ✅

Rope Bunny (Abi Blyg x Nick Furcillo bondage)

Small Bitty Worship to be titled later (Nick x cis fem!reader)

Your Guilty Pleasure (Max Brinly x Plus size!Reader that’s a friends to lovers)

Not Requested

Taking Pictures of You (Emma Mountebank x cis fem!reader)

The Devils in the Details (Luke nightingale x cis fem!reader x Daniel)

What You Won’t Do for Love (Jacob Custos x GN!reader)

Skin (Ryan Erzahler x cis fem!reader)

Sexy Villain (Stalker/Villain!Reader x Frank Castle)

Untitled Ghost Luke Nightingale fic

[kitkatscabinet]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could write a Nick piece where the reader helps with the kitchen area and knows that Nick doesn’t open up, so they have an unspoken system of when they cook and clean with some words spoken when needed. They both slowly open up and talk a little bit but not as much and notice habits of each other in the kitchen. some of the consulars noticed how they work together and tried to push them together since they see them as a good couple.

Ok so I have to admit I personally am a terrible cook and hate cooking so I hope this is alright. I also have two other requests involving cooking, one of them is another Nick one. Don't worry I'll be doing that one too it just might be a little different to the request as I don't want them to be too similar.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 920

When you had first interacted with Nick you had noticed that he seemed pretty withdrawn and while you wanted to get to know him you weren’t about to push past his comfort zone. That was where the kitchen came in, the both of you had been placed in charge of the cooking for all the kids and staff. From day one it was like something had just clicked between you two and not even two weeks later you worked like a well-oiled machine. Passing each other any needed implements and moving within the space as if you had a 6th sense for the others presence.

Unable to help yourself your eyes travelled over to where Nick was standing watching his face for a split second before a pain in your finger brought you attention back to the task you had started. “Fuck” you yelled dropping the knife to inspect your injury, the pain really registering as you took in the blood slowly covering your hand. Nick was at your side in an instant taking your hand in his and leading you over to the sink as you tried to answer his questions without admitting that you’d been staring at him like a creep. An idiotic creep that now had a slice in their fingers and palm that was hurting like a bitch.

Nick was tending to your hand with a gentleness and care that had your breath hitching in your throat. That was a turning point in your relationship, from then on, your kitchen routine changed slightly. Where there were only the occasional words before, now there were little jokes and smiles exchanged. The jokes turned into stories and anecdotes of your day as you found out his favourite colour, food and dream holiday. Still surface level things, but more than you would have expected. You could safely say he was now one of your closest friends and confidantes. It seemed like your fellow counsellors had picked up on the sparks that were present and you were currently being coached by an enthusiastic Emma, Jacob and Abi on how to confess. As you were unaware that Nick was undergoing the same treatment from Dylan, Kaitlyn and even Ryan.

However, the next day the both of you ended up chickening out, your efficient system uncharacteristically faltering as the pair of you stumbled around each other. You bumping into him and him handing you the wrong ingredients on multiple occasions.

“What happened?” Jacob demanded at seeing your crestfallen expression, against all odds he had somehow become your closest friend and was your most vocal supporter.

“I couldn’t do it. I chickened out” you cried in a disappointed voice, shoulders slumping as you relived your previous experience. Jacob had brought a comforting hand up to rest on your shoulder and you greatly appreciated his attempt to comfort you as he pointed out that there was always tomorrow, or the next day. Taking a deep breath you nodded at him, tomorrow, tomorrow was a new day and you were definitely going to confess.

You had arrived to the kitchen a few minutes earlier than usual determined to finally confess your growing feelings for the man. Hearing the door open you turned to face the noise with a beaming smile as you greeted your crush. Smile fading slowly as he only nodded his head in return, you had thought the two of you had gotten past that but it wasn’t too far out of character so you pushed on.

 You were working fine, better than yesterday but still up not up to the usual standard. Opening your mouth, you pushed on “Hey Nick… I need to uh tell you something.” You were facing him now hands twiddling as you waited for him to face you. But to your frustration he didn’t, prompting you to speak up once again “Nick! This is really important, could you look at me please” your voice wavered slightly as your confidence faltered. “I uh, wanted to tell you that” you paused, allowing your tongue to wet your dying lips as you cleared your throat.

“You wanted to tell me that you like Jacob. All right. I get it can we get back to cooking now” he said abruptly, tone sharper than you’d ever heard. You knew you should probably be concerned but you couldn’t stop the laughter from bursting out of your chest at the absurdity. Seeing hurt flash on his face you stopped, rushing to explain yourself and stepping closer to him.

“I’m sorry for laughing I really am” you said, still giggling occasionally “Oh me and Jacob, that’s probably the funniest thing you’ve ever said by the way.” Your attempt to lift the mood definitely made things worse as he turned to storm off. Grabbing his arm, you gently spun him around and brought him closer so you were standing in each other space. “Wow there cowboy, what I’ve been trying to say is… I like you. I like you a lot” you grinned, watching as realisation appeared on Nick’s face. He slowly looked into your eyes, his own crinkling in happiness that you didn’t get to witness long before he was pulling you into a kiss. You practically melted against him in return, moving your hands up to cup his face. The two of you stayed locked in your embrace until the beeping of a fire alarm had you breaking apart in alarm. Fuck… you’d forgotten about the oven, but Nick's joyous laughter made things worth it.