So Obsessed With Nick From The Quarry! I Love This Work So Much!

so obsessed with nick from the quarry! I love this work so much!

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

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

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

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

a glimpse of him — nick furcillo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"this is me."

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

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

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

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

"you're not yourself."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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because i liked I boy by sabrina carpenter

rafe's "ex" hasn't moved on, they weren't really dating she fell in love but he didn't. six months later he's head over heels in love with reader, there's comes in the song and rafe reassures her she isn't a homewrecker or a slut. just fluffy rafe with that angsty song

Who I Am

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Derogatory Name Calling

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Masterlist

Y/N groans as she sees another piece of paper under her windshield wiper. The pink colour clues her in on what it is about. For the past week, she has been finding threatening notes on rose stationery everywhere she goes. At first, they started out as simple statements. He isn’t yours. You stole him. Then they escalated to calling her names. You’re a homewrecking bitch. He was mine, Slut. She tries to pretend they haven’t gotten to her, but she’s gotten so many that they could fill a semi-truck and they slowly begin to get under her skin. Her hand grabs the new note, opening it with one hand. “We were going to get married until you came along, Homewrecker,” she reads herself. She has told Rafe about them, not thinking it is important enough to concern him. However, this note in particular gets to her. She doesn’t know why she believes the note; she just gets an unsettling feeling about it. Her mind runs wild with the thought of Rafe waiting at the altar for another woman and then she comes into the picture and stops the whole celebration. 

The paper is shoved into her back pocket and she gets into her car to head home. Rafe is waiting for her at home with a wide grin. When she doesn’t return the happiness, he frowns. “What’s wrong, Sweet Pea?” he worries, rushing to bring her into his arms. Her bottom lip rests between her teeth, “I need to show you something.” He doesn’t object as she takes his hand and drags her to their room. She grabs something from under her bed, pulling out a box. The notes are revealed once she opens them. She hands them over to him for him to read. Silence falls in the room as he reads through them. His mouth purses and she sees him bite the inside of his mouth. 

“When did you start getting these?” he questions. She picks out the first one, “Last week. Do you know who sent them? Is what they say true? Is that who I am?” He drops the paper and steps closer to her, enveloping her in a hug. His lips pepper her face in kisses. “No. No. No,” he disagrees. “You aren’t a homewrecker or a slut.” “Then why is she saying these things?” she cries, starting to grow frustrated. He caresses the back of the head and leads her to sit on the bed. “I went out on a couple of dates with Tiffany about a year ago and then she fell head over heels for me. I broke up with her when she started planning our wedding after our third date. She didn’t take it well,” he explains. She looks at him through wet lashes, “So you didn’t cheat on her with me or break up with her because of me?” He wipes the tears from her eyes and runs his thumb over her cheekbones. “I didn’t. I will admit. You may not be my first love, but you are my favourite and my last.” She sighs at his confirmation and relaxes in his hold. Even though they have only been dating for six months, she has to admit that she is madly in love with him and she is glad she didn’t take him from someone else. “Now, how about we go stargaze on the trampoline while listening to the Black Eyed Peas,” he proposes, steering her to the backyard. It’s true, they are both smitten with each other and they spent the night cuddled under the stars.

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