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#The Quarry Nick
mentallyinvernation · 2 years
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Eliza: You didn’t find any of the cards? My cards? Look harder. If you don't help me, how can I help you? We’re supposed to be friends. 
Me, just trying to keep everyone alive:
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starbandit · 7 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. 
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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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justauthoring · 2 years
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request(s): Nick and Abigail aren’t a thing, as Nick has a thing for reader, and reader has a thing for Nick. BUT nick, due to in process of turning, still has that rather… suggestive moment with Abigail when holding her upon discovering kaylees body, so reader distances themselves and finds comfort in say Dylan, Ryan or even one of the gals in the pool house, Nick lashes out and then the transformation happens… time skip to reunite in the morning, after Silas is dealt with. OR, sweet moment b4 transform? Hey I saw you're taking requests for The Quarry stories so I'd like to make one! I have a mega crush on Nick (that accent does things to me), and I have this idea floating around my head that werewolf Nick ends up hurting the (female) reader pretty bad and then after the curse has lifted, has to deal with that fact and he's really upset about it. IDK I'm just a sucker for angst! *control: the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
a/n: his accent does things to me too :) i don’t care what anyone says -- i love nick and none of what he did was in his control.
word count: 2,293
warnings: ...turning into a werewolf?
Your first thought was to latch onto Nick for comfort.
He was the one you trusted the most amongst the camp counselors, and it felt like pure instinct to go to him. The sight of dead body was a sight you’d thought never possible before the start of this night -- but it was a reality now, and you couldn’t stop the discomfort that flooded you at the sight. A body, dead in the water was both terrifying and horrifying and you felt it was only natural you reached out for some sort of comfort.
However, when you turn to Nick, your lips part at the sight of him already holding Abigail. He had a hand pressed against the back of her head, tucking her into the crook of his neck and the other wrapped tightly around her waist. And despite everything, the body, the events of the night, a bout of jealousy and hurt flooded your entire being at the sight.
You’d had a crush on Nick since the beginning of summer; swooned by his accent at first, only to learn how kind and gentle he really was. He was pretty quiet, sure, but you’d gotten close enough to him that when it was just the two of you he was quite witty and funny. He never failed to make you laugh, and the need to be near him didn’t seem one sided at all -- in fact, you’d been pretty sure he’d reciprocated your feelings.
But this... this felt like maybe you’d been imagining things.
Swallowing thickly, you drown out Ryan’s words, only managing to hear something about the body being Kaylee Hackett -- that made you feel even more sick -- and you spin around. Stood slightly behind Nick, you could hardly handle the sight of him and Abigail or the body. Pressing a hand firmly against your stomach, you’re barely aware of a pair of eyes on you until a hand falls on your shoulder.
“H-Hey, Y/N?”
Blinking, you realize it’s Dylan talking to you, his good hand on your shoulder as he squeezes it reassuringly. He looks concerned as he stares down at you, leaning to meet your height. “Are you okay?”
“I’m...” You pause, the words feeling stuck in the back of your throat as you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Nick and Abigail. You don’t realize it, but Dylan follows your gaze and a frown mares his lips as he realizes what’s upsetting you. His eyes are already on you as you turn back to him, pressing a hand to your lips, unable to finish your words.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he calls softly, pulling you to his side with his hand. You fall into his side easily, appreciating his kindness and soothing words as you press your face into his shoulder, sniffling slightly. The events of the night were becoming too much, and seeing the boy you liked so much comforting and holding another girl so close was like the cherry on top.
“Oh man.... Poor Kaylee,” you hear Kaitlyn mumble, pulling you to move your gaze away from Dylan and over to the body once more.
You tense slightly at the sight of it and Dylan squeezes you gently.
“Nick...”
Pausing at the sound of Abigail’s voice, your gaze flickers over to her, brows furrowing.
“You smell so good...”
It’s undeniably Nick’s voice and you’re both jealous and disturbed at his words. By the way Abigail’s pushing away from his grip, you can tell she’s uncomfortable at the way he’s huddling so close to her, pressing his nose into the nape of her neck. But you don’t understand why he’s latching onto Abigail like that when they’d hardly spoken all summer.
“You alright there, buddy? Maybe dial it back a bit, huh?” Kaitlyn intervenes, stepping forward slightly.
Nick pulls back, eyes set in a harsh glare as he looks at Kaitlyn. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn.”
Surprised at his outburst, you watch with wide eyes -- Nick’s never been the one to be aggressive, and honestly with the way he was treating Abigail, he almost seemed possessive.
Pulling her back close, Abigail is considerably more uncomfortable, pushing at him as he holds her tight against him. “Nick... what are you...?”
You feel your heart fall at his next words.
“I want to taste you...”
“Hey--”
Abigail is interrupted by Nick pulling her close; “come here...”
“Nick, get off-!! Get the hell off!”
She manages to push him off of her, and directly into the water. 
Everyone’s stunned silent for a moment, especially when after a few seconds Nick doesn’t resurface. You feel your chest tighten in worry, confused by everything, until suddenly Nick pops back up, screaming. He’s yelling at the top of his lungs, scaring everyone as you jump back into Dylan who grabs onto you tightly.
He’s flailing wildly, but you can’t remember ever hearing Nick say he couldn’t swim--
“I-I just wanted him to stop,” Abigail mumbles, looking at you.
“Nick!” Ryan bellows, “dude!”
“Someone should help him!” You call out, pulling yourself from Dylan’s grasp to reach out for Nick. Ryan is quick to help you and the both of you manage to grab ahold of Nick, pulling him out of the water. Almost instantly his screaming stops and as he falls to the concrete, he huddles close to himself, shivering violently.
Frowning, you set your hand on his shoulder, pulling back with a hiss.
“He’s freezing,” you call out, turning back to Ryan and Dylan.
“O-Okay,” Ryan nods, pointing behind him. “Let’s get him into the pool house. Dry him off.”
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Abigail had elected to help Nick, feeling guilty for what happened.
You let her. Of course you were concerned about Nick, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his actions -- you knew the both of you weren’t in a relationship, but you felt your feelings for him were pretty obvious and hurt to know that you hadn’t mattered to him as much as you thought.
“You alright?”
Feeling a hand fall on your back, you turn to glance back at Dylan.
He’d been careful to keep an eye on you, obviously concerned about you and you appreciated it. You and Dylan have always gotten along well, and honestly you felt besides Nick you got along with him the best. He was just so witty and sarcastic and it never failed to make you laugh, even when you were on the reciprocating end of one of his jokes.
It meant the world that he’d stuck by you since the incident at the pool.
“Y/N!”
A cry sounds out, spooking you from your thoughts as your gaze snaps over to Nick. Abigail is in front of him, having pulled back at his cry, and by the looks of it, he’d shoved her hand away and was fighting her help.
“I want Y/N.”
You blink at his words, glancing back at Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn who stare back at you in surprise and confusion. And then, when you turn back to Nick, Abigail’s looking at you with a deep frown on her lips -- but nonetheless, she stands, you following her shortly after a reassuring nod from Dylan, and she passes you the clothe she’d been using to dry him off with.
You approach him hesitantly, unsure. 
He’s already turned to face you the minute you reach him, and you manage a small smile as you crouch before him. “Hey, Nick.”
“Y/N...” He groans, clasping his hurt shoulder tightly.
“Here,” you call out gently, reaching out for him. “I’ll just--”
You pause, Nick’s hand coming out to grasp your own wrist tightly. You wince, the grip pinching as you halt before him, baffled by his reaction. “Nick, what are you--”
“I thought you liked me.”
Eyes widening, you feel yourself freeze at his words.
“Not Dylan!” The words leave in a rushed growl, voice harsh as he tugs you forward, making you lose your balance that you end up falling into him. Your hand falls on the other side of him, to brace yourself, gasping as his grip never relents. You’re closer to him then you’ve ever been, and you find yourself unsure of what to say as he stares up at you, breathless, with his gaze never wavering.
“Nick,” you echo out, voice wavering. “I don’t like Dylan... it’s just, you and Abi were--”
“I don’t like Abigail,” he hisses out, “I like you.”
Your brows furrow, shaking your head; “then--”
“You’re mine.” He states, moving his grip to the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to press your lips against his own. You tense at the action and even though it’s something you’ve wanted to do all summer, you never wanted to do it like this. Where Nick felt he had to prove himself out of jealousy...
Pulling back, you fight Nick’s grip, shaking your head. “What the hell is wrong with you!”
His eyes darken instantly at your words, nails digging into the back of your neck as you hiss out in pain. “You’re mine,” he repeats, voice a low, menacing whisper. “Not Dylan’s. Not Jacob’s. Not anyone else’s but mine!”
“Get off of me!” You bellow out, catching the attention of the others as you try to yank yourself away from his grasp. “Nick! Let me go, please!”
“Hey, what the hell are you doing!!”
“Let her go,” Dylan bellows, his footsteps following as he rushes towards you. “Nick, let go of her!”
Nick scoffs, and then suddenly you’re being tossed back, the force of which not possible for any human. You land against the wall adjacent, a cry leaving your lips as you land on arm wrong, and you can feel the crack of your forearm as you try to gather your bearings. You feel your eyes water, both from the pain and from what had just happened, panting as you look ahead of yourself.
Nick’s stood up now, Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn blocking you from his path as Abigail rushes over to you.
“She’s mine! Fuck off!”
For the first time, you’re genuinely terrified of Nick. Something you’d thought never possible.
He races forward, knocking Ryan back, and you realize he’s gunning straight for you. He’s gonna... what, kill you?
As you twist your eyes shut, preparing yourself for whatever’s going to happen, a gunshot echoes. It pulls your eyes open instantly, lips parting as you realize Abigail’s the one holding the gun and she’d shot Nick -- she’d actually... shot him.
“What the hell did you do!” You cry out, turning to Abigail with wide eyes.
Before she can reply though, Nick’s letting out a cry of pain, and your eyes fall on him once more. He’s screaming out in pain, but no one moves to help him, and then suddenly... it’s like all of his skin bursts’ off of him, shedding completely from his body, until all that’s left is some sort of... monster.
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
It... Nick, turns in the next second, rushing out of the house without so much as batting either of you another glance.
-
“Oh my god, Nick!”
It’s a cry of happiness, barely hesitating as you rush towards the boy. As soon as you reach him, you’re pulling him for a hug with your good arm, holding onto him tightly as you pant against him.
He tenses under your touch, and when you pull away, you see the look of confusion in his gaze as he stares back at you. At first his gaze is on your face, the blood smearing across your skin, but then his eyes lower to your arm, braced together in a makeshift brace.
“What...”
“Nick,” you call out gently, shaking your head. “Do you remember anything?”
His brows furrow, face twisting as he tries to think back -- tries to force the memories to come back to him. It takes a minute but then suddenly his eyes are widening and he’s turning to look at you with parted lips. “I... I hurt you,” is the first thing he says -- the most important thing. Because truly, it’s the only thing that matters to him as stare at you, the tired look in your eyes, the bruises amongst your body and most importantly the broken arm.
“It’s okay,” you argue, shaking your head. “You weren’t in your right mind.”
Nick just shakes his head, unable to find his words.
True, when everything had first happened, you’d been hurt, felt betrayed and had been so, so angry at Nick. You couldn’t rationally understand why he’d done anything he had -- but then you learned more, and being left with your thoughts allowed you to realize that none of it had really been Nick. He’d been turning into a werewolf, obviously not in his right mind... anything he’d done hadn’t been in his control whatsoever.
“It’s okay, Nick...” You nod at him, smiling gently. “I already forgave.”
“But... look at you,” he breathes, biting his lip.
You just shrug; “I’ll heal.”
He doesn’t move, frozen to the spot -- maybe he’s too scared to reach for you, thinking he’ll hurt you again. Maybe he’s still trying to remember something. Maybe, he’s not in his right mind given that he’d just been a werewolf not a few minutes ago.
Whatever it is, you don’t care.
Reaching forward, you wrap your arm around him once more, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m just happy you’re okay.”
And for a minute, he doesn’t move. He’s completely still, scared to touch you. But then, slowly, his arms wrap around your waist -- light at first, but then he tightens his grip, slumping against you.
“I’m so sorry.”
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creativitypills · 2 years
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THIS SCENE!!!
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glxtchcat · 10 months
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‼️BLOOD WARNING‼️
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Redraw Time! ⏰ Less than a year ago today I drew one of my favourite scenes from The Quarry, today I drew it again! Still not over it 🐺
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delopsia · 2 years
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Just And Just As | Nick Furcillo X Reader
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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?"
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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.
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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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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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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
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𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .
𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, & 𝚜𝚑𝚢
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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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DOWN BAD / NICK F.
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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.
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denkicide · 1 year
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hackett’s quarry forever!! 🫶
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THE QUARRY
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justsierrasart · 1 year
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Experimenting with a different art style I came up with just for them!!! Here’s some more sketches of the gang, but it’s not all of them, I’m still working on some :p
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this game is absolutely ROTTING MY BRAIN. anyway..
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pastelmilky · 2 years
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You can tell i dont like drawing shoes. Also Nick is my favorite and he clearly doesn’t have enough content… So I have to create it myself i guess 🥹
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[at counselor training]
Chris Hackett: Alright. There are seven chairs and ten kids, what do you do?
Abi: Bring more chairs!
Nick: Have everyone stand?
Emma: The most important ones can sit down.
Dylan: Kill three.
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glxtchcat · 11 months
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‼️BLOOD WARNING‼️
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I’ve been practicing some new colouring techniques for my black and white drawings 🎨
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