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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.”

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.”

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry imagine #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo imagine #the quarry nick #nick x reader #nick imagine #evan evagora

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miloxo · 2 years

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THIS SCENE!!!

#nick the quarry #the quarry #evan evagora #nicholas furcillo #until dawn #nick #supermassive games #2k games #2k #video game #ps5 #gaming #horror #the quarry nick

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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The boys and their kinks 💕

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

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

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

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

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

Degrading/praise: This man is so FUCKING VULGAR

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

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

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

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

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

Dylan

I headcanon him to be the biggest sub.

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

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

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enigma-the-mysterious · 1 year

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Something not a lot of people are talking about is how disrespectful and insulting Season 3 (and Season 2 as well, let's be honest) of Picard is to the viewers who actually liked Season 1. How this show was such a dishonest fucking bait-and-switch. The way S2 unceremoniously dumped the orginal cast, either killing them off ignominiously or straight up firing the actors.

"Well, duh. The show is titled Star Trek: Picard, not Star Trek: Sirena"

Perhaps an argument could be made, but if you were me and meticulously following any and all news of this brand new shiny show that Santiago Cabrera was going to star in back in 2019, you would have noticed that they consistently marketed it as a new, fresh chapter in Picard's life with Patrick Stewart insisting that it had to be something new and different and not a TNG 2.0. All the interviews and cons the cast appeared in repeatedly assured us that this was not a Star Trek: TNG, Electric Boogaloo, but a different show with a different tone and a different Picard and a different crew. That was the idea they marketed us. That was the story they sold us. That was what compelled me to tune in to this show.

And what did this show end up being after Season 1? A fucking Star Trek: TNG, Electric Boogaloo

Fuck the writers. Fuck the producers. Fuck everybody involved in this decision

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pleasedontgothere · 1 year

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Spacemoms❤️

#jeri ryan #michelle hurd #evan evagora #elnor #seven of nine #raffi #seven x raffi #raffi x seven #raffaela musiker

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supermassive-games · 1 year

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Last night at Hackett’s Quarry was… eventful. Check out some of the hilarious moments from The Quarry cast!

Catch more of their shenanigans tonight at 1 PM (PST), 4 PM (EST), 9 PM (GMT) on Miles’ Twitch channel!

#supermassive games #the quarry #videos #miles robbins #justice smith #evan evagora #zach tinker #siobhan williams

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evilvvithin · 1 year

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THE QUARRY

#*thequarry #the quarry #thequarryedit #horror #gamingedit #horroredit #gamingnetwork #dailygaming #the quarry nick #nicholas furcillo #evan evagora #horror games #suppermassivesource #supermassive games #mari.gif

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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

Part 1

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

Word Count: 4.6k

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

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

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

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

Nick.

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

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

You weren’t fond on the way she worded that last part, but she did know the most out of all of you, her own boyfriend had been through the same thing that yours was currently going through.

Morning comes with no sign of Nick. You heard he was safe and had been locked in a cage next to Jacob for most of the night after he fled from the pool shed. That in itself had put your worried and terrified thoughts at ease and allowed you to spend the rest of the night somewhat peacefully.

When you, Emma and Abi stepped out of Chris’ surveillance room the following morning, you could’ve cried at the fact that you and everyone you had grown to care so much about had survived, if your tears ever began flowing again.

The sun on your skin felt like you were finally awake from an endless nightmare, finally safe until it inevitably went away and you were left in the dark once again.

When you left the building, Kaitlyn immediately found you and checked on your injuries. Your lip was split open on the left side and your right cheekbone wore a sizable bruise that looked even worse in the sunlight.

When she declared you to be in decent shape, she moved to the side and that was when your eyes met a pair of brown ones. They looked sad and broken beyond belief, most likely matching yours. His entire persona lacked its usual light and friendly energy, and all that was replaced was the shell of a man, completely drained and shattered from the events that occurred the prior night.

He looked so different from the last time you saw him. His hair was dry, not wet from the pool, his clothes were in one piece, not like the ones shredded all over the pool house, his eyes were sad and guilty, not excited and dark.

Standing there, clad in his varsity jacket and beige pants, was Nick.

He looked at you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever seen, and right then you felt like it.

Ryan and Dylan watched you with worried eyes as you slowly stepped forward and towards your boyfriend. You felt nervous, something you thought you’d never feel when you were around Nick, but at this point, none of your feelings towards him were positive, with the exception of relief at the fact that he was alive and okay.

When you walked up to him, you made sure to keep a few feet of distance between you. “Y/n,” he says quietly, his arms aching to reach out and hold you. He had a faint memory of what happened, and with you standing in front of him, wearing the injuries and pain he inflicted on you, it did a pretty good job at clearing up the fuzzy parts.

“Hi,” you say quickly, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi,” he says just as fast, his eyes looking all over your face, lingering on the bruise for a few seconds before he steps forward. “I’m so sorry, I-”

You close your eyes tightly at the quick step back you took, not wanting him to feel even more guilty, but you couldn’t help it. The second he moved towards you had you stepping away without meaning to, flashbacks of his tight and unrelenting grip on you from last night filling your head.

The look he gave you broke any remaining piece of your heart. He looked defeated and tired and frustrated all at once.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter and look away.

“No, no, I’m sor-” he cut himself off when he realised you couldn’t even look at him. He sighs in defeat and lets his shoulders visibly fall. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m-” you try to lighten the mood that was darkening by the second. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried.”

“Are…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”

You sighed heavily. “I will be,” you say, your shaky voice adding to your words. “I just need time.”

Nick sighed, relieved that you were at least somewhat okay, and reached out to you.

“Away from you,” you add, stepping away from him again and watching as his face contorts to a pained expression. “I-I’m sorry, Nick. I know it wasn’t you who hurt me last night, but it looked like you. It’s going to take me some time to trust you and be comfortable around you again. I’m so sorry.”

Nick swallows hard and looks down at the ground. He felt as if his heart had been physically ripped out and thrown onto the dirt beneath him. How had you gone from being so in love to you being completely terrified of him in one night?

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this empty, heartbroken and scared all at once. He could feel you slipping away from him despite you standing a mere two feet away. You and him had always had a connection that ran deeper than either of you probably even realised, and the fact that he was the reason that connection was being severed made him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall. Maybe then he’d feel even a sliver of the pain he caused you and maybe then the guilt would be more bearable.

“I understand,” he says, the words hurting him more than you could possibly know. Truly, he did. He remembered everything now and he knew he would never forgive himself, so why would you forgive him? He should’ve fought harder to stay in control. He should’ve protected you. “I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t you. I know that,” you say quietly. You could feel your heart breaking with every passing second, but you continued. “I want you to know that. It wasn’t you.”

It was true. Nick had proven on more than one occasion that he would never hurt you and would do everything he could to make sure you were safe. The whole reason he got bit was so you wouldn’t.

“I love you,” Nick felt his heart skip a beat at your words. You still loved him, even after everything that happened. You loved him, but didn’t trust him. “You know that.”

“I love you, too,” he replied instantly, feeling the sting of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He looked at your bruised skin and the dried blood on your shirt and lip, his heart deflating at the sight. “I love you more than anything. I’m sorry.”

Nick wasn’t cured. He knew that. As long as he carried this curse, you wouldn’t be safe with him.

And he’d die before he let himself hurt you again.

As you stand outside Jacob’s new apartment, you bring your hand up to knock on the door for the third time. You knew he was home as he had told you a few days ago that he would be available to hang out with you.

That didn’t seem to be the case, though, as it’s now your fourth time knocking on the door and being met with complete silence.

You were about to turn around and come back later when you heard the familiar voice that only belonged to Jacob. “I’m coming, fucks sake,”

The door swung open to reveal Jacob in nothing but dark grey boxers. He had one hand on the door knob and the other on his head, scratching at his scalp and making his hair even more messy.

“Y/n,” he greeted you, smiling at you that only lasted a second.

“Hi,” you say back quickly, tightening your hold on your duffle bag. “Are you just getting up now?”

Jacob turns his head to the right and looks at the bright green numbers on his stove that read 12:56. “No,” it was an obvious lie but it had your brows raising and lips turning upwards. “What’s up?”

“Are you still looking for a roommate?” You ask and play with your fingers, a hopeful look on your face. “I know having a girl as a roommate is probably the lamest thing ever, but I swear, if I have to see my parent’s looks of pity one more time I will stab my eyes out with a fork.”

Jacob laughed, his hand dropping to his side as he shook his head. “It’s that bad, huh?”

“You have no idea,”

He nodded, his eyes squinting at the harsh sunlight that was flooding his vision. “Maybe not,”

“If it’s too much trouble or anything like that, Kaitlyn said I could crash at her house until I find a place of my own,” you trail off. “But, if you let me stay, I could help you pay rent and cook dinners. Nick taught me a lot at summer camp.”

Jacob looked surprised for a second before he tried and failed to cover up his shocked expression with a nonchalant nod.

But you saw right through him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “You mentioned Nick, is all.”

At this, your own face contorted into a surprised expression. “Oh,” you say quietly. “Yeah, I did.”

You hadn’t meant to say his name, let alone allow the thoughts of him to take over your mind like they were now doing. The truth was, you missed Nick more than anything. He was your rock for nearly a year and to go from seeing him everyday to avoiding him like the plague was hard.

You weren’t fully healed from his wounds yet. Physically, you recovered, but you still saw his glowing yellow eyes and his dark, wicked grin every time you fell asleep. It was like a never ending nightmare where you were scared of him, but at the same time all you wanted was to feel safe with him again.

Silence falls over the two of you, both of you looking at the ground before Jacob gives you a genuine look of concern. “Have you talked to him lately?”

“No,” you answer almost immediately. “Have you?”

“When he actually answers the phone,” Jacob muttered, shaking his head. “Yeah.”

The silence returns and you start to fiddle with the strap of your bag. “Um, I can find somewhere else to stay,” you break the quietness with your equally quiet voice. “I don’t want to impose.”

Jacob stands up straight. “No,” he says. “It’s fine. I’d rather have you living with me than some random guy.” He took your bag from you, slinging it over his own shoulders.

“Really?”

“Of course,” he smiles at you. “Is this all you have?”

You nod. “Yeah. I kinda threw a bunch of stuff out when I got home from camp,” you mumble. “Bad memories.”

“I get it,” he stepped back, extending his arm out to you. “Well, until you get settled, everything that’s mine is yours.”

You take his hand and allow him to tug you into his apartment. “Thanks, Jacob. Seriously,” you squeeze his hand. “I’d hug you but it might be awkward considering you’re almost naked.”

“Right,” he trailed off. “I’m going to put your bag in your room and quickly get dressed. We’ll go out and spend the rest of the day together to celebrate you moving in.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say and he grins at you, walking in the direction of the bedrooms and disappearing into his room.

As you looked around the boyish apartment, you couldn’t help but feel bittersweet. Sweet, because you weren’t alone anymore and were now living with a close friend, and bitter because you always thought that you’d be living with Nick once you moved out of your parents house.

You and Nick had talked many times about it, both of you agreeing that you should try and find a place together once you returned home from camp. Since the moment you met him, you always imagined that it would be Nick who would be your first roommate, while also being your boyfriend.

Now, it was clear that he would not be your first roommate, and if you were being honest, you weren’t sure if you were even still together at this point. For all you knew, you were on an unofficial break.

It had been just over a month since you last spoke to him at camp. You saw him around town many times, each time you felt your heart pulling further and further away from your body and closer to the brown haired boy who was far too amazing to be so broken.

You missed him, but you weren’t ready to face him.

“You’re going to have to sleep on the couch until your bed arrives,” Jacob says as he holds the door to the furniture store open for you. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” you say and walk next to him down the busy sidewalk. “I’m just glad I have somewhere to stay.”

“You have somewhere to call home, Y/n,” Jacob says, smiling at you as you stop walking. “I just have to tell the landlord that I found a roommate and we’ll be good to go.”

He looks to the side and you notice the sudden change in his expression almost immediately. He was looking at something, or someone, with the same look Nick used to give you.

You quickly rid the thoughts of him and look at whatever caught Jacob’s attention and see a blonde girl with hazel eyes looking at him. She brings her hand up in a shy wave, her cheeks turning a light pink when he returns it.

“Who’s that?” You tease, nudging his side with your elbow.

“Huh?” He quickly turns to look at you. “Oh her? Um, that’s Mikaela. I’ve seen her around a few times now.”

“You’re into her,” you say and watch as his face turns red, shaking his head when you nod. “You so are.”

“I might be into her,” he says nonchalantly.

“So go talk to her,”

“What?”

You laugh at how quickly he said it, putting your hand on his arm and gently pushing him in her direction. “Go talk to her. Ask her to hang out for a bit,”

“But I’m hanging out with you,” he looked conflicted but you made the decision for him as you backed away.

“We live together now, we can hang out literally everyday,” you point out as he looks at you, then Mikaela, then back at you. “Go, Jacob, it’s fine. I’m just going to buy a couple personal things, anyway. I really don’t think you want to be there for that.”

“That I probably don’t,” he trailed off. “Okay. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay,” he grabs your wrist before you could fully turn around.

“Thanks, Y/n,”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you answer, giving him a teasing smile. “You don’t know how you two get along yet. Thank me later.”

“Okay,” he says and nods, turning around and making his way to the blonde girl. “I’ll see you at home.”

Home.

Your heart fluttered at the sound of that word. You still couldn’t believe he actually wanted you to move in with him. Jacob had been your friend for a few months prior to you being a counselor with him at Hackett’s Quarry, but it was during camp that you and him really bonded.

He and Nick were like your two bodyguards the entire time, constantly helping you out, even with the easiest of tasks, but you were grateful nonetheless.

“Okay,” your voice was quiet and you were sure he didn’t hear you as he walked up to Mikaela and almost immediately started a conversation with her.

You watched as she laughed at whatever he said, her hand coming up to rest on his arm.

Without meaning to, your mind thinks back to all the times your own hand was placed on Nick’s arm as he joked with you. His jokes were rarely funny, but it was the way he said them that made you laugh every single time.

You missed him.

You tear your eyes away from Jacob and turn around. Almost instantly you collide with someone and you would’ve lost your balance had their hands not reached out and held onto your arms.

“I’m sorry,” the all too familiar Australian accent you adored was all you heard before you quickly looked up. Your eyes widened at the sight of Nick, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes meet yours. “Y/n.”

“Nick,” you say back. Silence falls upon the two of you as his eyes stay locked on you while yours look down at his hands.

They were still holding your arms, the first physical touch you and him have had since the night he threw you against the wall of the pool shed.

He noticed your stare and immediately dropped his hands, taking a step away from you. “I’m sorry,”

You shake your head at his panicked tone. “It’s okay,” you answer honestly. “How have you been?”

Nick looked surprised that you had started a conversation but he also wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to talk to you again. “I’m okay,” he said. “I’ve been missing my girlfriend.”

His words hurt your heart more than he probably knew and you look down, nodding once. “Yeah,” at least this was confirmation that you were still together, just not together. “I miss you too.”

“Then come back to me,” he said almost desperately.

“It’s not that simple,”

“Why not?” He sighed, frustration getting the better of him. “Why can’t we just go back to being us? Fuck, it kills me to not see you everyday. I miss talking to you and being with you, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Nick,” you mumble. “It’s just t- this is too much for me right now. I’m sorry.”

You walk around him and quickly make your way down the sidewalk. Nick refrained from reaching out to you to continue talking about it. He knew that if he were to grab you without warning, your mind would no doubt go back to that night. So, he just turned and watched as you walked away from him, taking his heart with you as you disappeared from his sight.

It had been two weeks since you last spoke to Nick, and two weeks since you moved in with Jacob. It was different than what you expected it to be. Jacob was a lot messier than you thought, though he tried to keep his messes out of the communal areas of the apartment and more in his room and the bathroom.

You didn’t mind much, he was a boy and it wasn’t unusual for them to be messy. You couldn’t remember how many times Nick invited you over and you spent most of your time tidying his room than actually hanging out with him.

Nick enters your mind once more and you’re beginning to become annoyed at the fact that everything in your life seemed to remind you of him.

It was Friday evening and you had been home alone for the majority of the day. Jacob greeted you in the morning before he left for work and once he returned home later in the day, he was in the shower and out the door again. He had been so excited all week about tonight. It was the night he and Mikaela would be going on their first official date and he would not shut up about it.

It warmed your heart to see your close friend be so happy about a potential lover. But, like everything in your life, it came with a price.

While Jacob was rarely home and spending time with his soon to be girlfriend, you were left alone with your cruel thoughts. You had hoped that you’d feel less miserable when you moved in. Jacob was the funniest guy you knew and he made you laugh countless times over the summer, and you did laugh now, but not as much as you thought you would.

The sound of thunder broke you from your thoughts and you were brought back to reality. It was pouring outside and it made the already dark sky even darker.

You refused to spend another Friday night sad, so you reached over and grabbed your phone, planning on ordering a pizza. Just as another round of thunder struck, the sound of rapid knocks filled the empty apartment. You jumped and accidentally dropped your phone. You sighed as you watched it fall in between the cushions and onto the floor under the couch.

Deciding to worry about it later, you make your way to the door when you hear the knocking continue. Without looking to see who it was, you swing open the door. “Back already, huh-” you immediately cut yourself off when you see an all too familiar person staring back at you. “Nick.”

Standing there, completely soaked was Nick.

Your mind goes back to the last time you saw him like this.

It was time to forget about that night. It wasn’t him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, stepping away from the doorframe once you feel the raindrops fall onto your sock-covered feet. “Did you run all the way here?”

“I walked,” he said, his arms wrapping around himself. “But yes.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, your hand reaching out and twisting in his grey shirt, pulling him into the apartment before you could even realise what you were doing. He closed the door and leaned against it while you stood there, playing with your fingers. “Are you cold?”

Nick shook his head and you were left to stand in silence.

Attempting to break the awkward tension, you spoke up as you turned to face the hallway. “I’ll get you a towel-”

“Y/n,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. He sounded so broken and completely worn out. And if you were being honest, he didn’t look much better.

He was slimmer now, as if he had hardly been eating, his eyes were tired and red, purple marks prominent underneath them due to lack of sleep. He looked how you felt.

“What,” you say but it wasn’t a question. Nick just looked at you, making no move to approach you and you felt the tension coming back. “Why did you come here, Nick?”

His response was instant. “I needed to see you,”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,”

You closed your eyes at the three words that held so much emotion, biting the inside of your cheek to keep calm. “Two weeks ago,” you started, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him. “When you touched me…I was brought back to that night. That was the last memory I had of you touching me.”

Nick’s heart dropped at the realisation that you had been dealing with a lot more things than he had, and he dropped his head to stare at the floor. Not only did he put his hands on you in a way that caused you physical pain, but he gave you trauma because of it. He felt sick and beyond angry at himself.

“But two weeks ago, I wasn’t scared like I was that night,” you continue, making Nick’s head snap up, his eyes on you. “And I’m not scared now.”

Nick felt his heart inflate with a sliver of hope.

“I should be, but I’m not,”

“I love you,” Nick said, not knowing what else to say as you were finally beginning to let him in again.

“I love you, too,”

Nick’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He remembers in vivid detail the last time you told him that, the morning after he scarred you. You said it with such a distant expression, and back then he knew where it was leading to. But now, you look so much different.

He wasn’t sure where it was heading this time, but his hopeful heart was burning with a desperate need for you to be in his life again. That much he knew.

“I swear to you,” he said, standing up straight but not moving towards you. He’d be damned if he moved too fast in such a fragile environment. “I will never, ever hurt you again. It’s been complete hell since you….said you needed time away from me. I’ve never felt this miserable in my entire life. Fuck, we were so happy, and I hate the fact that I’m the reason we’re not anymore.”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak but Nick cut you off.

“No, it’s all my fault. I hurt you in more ways than one, and I will never forgive myself for it,” Nick mumbled, watching as the water drops from his hair hit the mat below him. “I don’t blame you if you can’t either. It’s unforgivable.”

“Nick,” you say quietly. “I forgive you.”

It felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders at your words, his brow twitching as he held himself back from going over to you.

“I’m sorry, too,” was all you said before you began to walk towards him. Nick couldn’t help himself as he met you halfway, his hands lifting upwards to ghost over the sides of your face. He wouldn’t let himself touch you until you let him know that it was okay. Your hands gripped his wrists as you allowed him to caress either side of your face. “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

Nick shook his head quickly, his cold hands making goosebumps appear on your skin. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Ever. You hear me?”

You nod, closing your eyes and inching your mouth towards his. “I love you,” you murmur, closing the remaining space between the two of you. Your lips against his felt like coming home again after so long. It felt right and you wondered how you went so long without it.

“I love you so much,” he said against your mouth, kissing you again as his hands moved down to hold onto your waist, his grip on you desperate. He couldn’t believe he was kissing you again after so long. It felt as if everything was finally where it should be. “I’m so sorry.”

You pulled away and held onto his shoulders, bringing him down so your head could rest in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay,”

You stayed like that for what felt like forever, holding onto one another with everything you had in you. Nick had successfully made your clothing as wet as his, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You were back together and were left wondering how you spent so long without each other when it was so painstakingly obvious that you belonged together.

There was a question that neither of you had the answer to, however.

What would happen on the next full moon?

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