#ted sutherland x reader

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➪the one where nick falls in love with a shadysider at camp nightwing.

Disclaimer: nick and reader have been aged up for the sole purpose of the smut, sorry if it doesn’t make sense with the timeline of the actual movie (im not writing underage scenes like that, though y’all stay safe) also nick isn’t as evil in this (or at all, really)

WARNINGS: kissing, smut, unprotected sex, slight possessive nick, slight choking, borderline breeding kink, camper x counselor relationship

Word Count: 5.4k

The summer heat was becoming unbearable. Though, it wasn’t nearly as unbearable as your want for the counselor you’d had your eye on for the last two weeks. His name was Nick Goode, which was ironic as the many things you wanted him to do to you were nothing short of bad. 

  He was your counselor, but that’s a bit of an unfair title as you’re eighteen (as of two months ago) and more than capable of looking after yourself. He was only a year older than you. Since the first day, you’ve been hinting at your obvious crush on him, and all your advances had been cut short when another counselor would see you. 

  Nick had shown an interest in you as well, but he was too much of a gentleman to take it any further than a smile or an accidental touch of the hand on your arm. It wasn’t enough. You craved him and were infatuated with him to the point where you felt inferior to him. 

  It was expected for you to develop feelings for him, with his good manners and undeniably good looks. How could you not? 

  Unbeknownst to you, Nick thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You were a natural goddess in his eyes and he could only imagine what it would be like to touch you on a deeper level, instead of the rare brush of the arm.

  Only problem was.. he was a golden boy and you were a shadysider.

  You tended to be the bolder one out of the two of you, but secretly, every pick up line or flirtatious joke you said had your hands feeling sweaty when waiting for his response. He would always respond with remarks that matched your flirty smirks but that was all that came from it. 

  After all, he is your counselor. 

  But what others don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

-

It was around dinner time and while the campers and counselors alike all gathered in the dining area, you stayed back to help Nick clean up. He picked up all the paint brushes while you threw away the scrap pieces of paper. It was just the two of you, and that alone had your heart beating faster than normal, but you pushed away the insecure thoughts and leaned on the table he was cleaning. 

  “Are we ever going to talk about the thing going on between us?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, the corners of your lips turning up when he stopped his actions.

  He didn’t look at you and stood still for a few seconds before continuing to wipe away at the wooden table. “What are you talking about?”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say and casually move closer to him. 

  “I don’t think I do,” he replied, turning to look at you. “And even if I did, you know nothing can happen between us.”

  You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Why not?”

  “Because I’m a counselor,” he said, stepping away from you. “And because you’re a camper.”

  Your ego felt attacked at the thought of him comparing you to a bunch of kids. “Please,” you scoffed, reaching over and running your fingers over his arm. “I’m eighteen. I don’t believe that you see me as a kid, especially since you’re only one year older than me.”

  Nick froze at the feeling of your hand on him and he could feel the walls he built in an attempt to not fall for you crumbling down every second that passed. “It’d be wrong,”

  When he went to pull away, you grabbed his hands and tugged him towards you. You were still leaning on the table when you placed his hands on your waist, your chests just inches away. “Does it feel wrong?”

  Your words, unintentionally sexy, mixed with the feeling of you had the walls falling completely. Nick slowly stepped forward and allowed you to place your hands on his chest while his ran up your arms to rest on either side of your face. 

  You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your skin on fire as you looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you murmured, straining your neck to move your face closer to his. At his conflicted expression, you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders. “Please.”

  At that, Nick leaned down and closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly passionate yet desperate kiss. Your hands immediately traveled to his face, bringing him down so he was closer to your height. It wasn’t surprising that the kiss got heated really fast, this was something you both had wanted since the day you met. 

  Nick’s hands fell from your face and landed on your hips once again and he tugged you up, making you sit on the wooden surface of the table. With him now situated between your legs, you tugged on the collar of his shirt so he was as close as he could possibly be.

  His hands moved to wrap your legs around his waist and you moaned at the feeling, all while keeping your lips pressed to his. 

  You weren’t a virgin, and from the way Nick had his hands all over you, you could tell he wasn’t one either, but you still felt like this was the first time you’d had a man’s hands on your body. You felt high and the kiss was beginning to take your breath away. 

  You pulled back and let out a deep breath as Nick’s lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses all along it until he got to your shoulders. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access while gripping his jaw and face, breathy moans flying from your mouth. 

  You had a feeling that Nick would take you right then and there, but the sound of his brother’s voice calling his name had him pulling away from his attack on your neck. You held your breath while Nick stood completely still, and after a few seconds of silence you both wondered if you had imagined it. 

  “Nick,” his brother called again. “Where are you?”

  Nick immediately stepped away from you and created a good amount of space. You hopped off the table and quickly grabbed a cup that was full of water from the paint and threw it on the floor. Nick looked at you in confusion for a second as you shoved an old towel in his hands. 

  “Nick,” Will opened the door and his brows furrowed at the sight. A puddle had formed where you dumped the water and you watched as his eyes flicked between you and Nick. “You missed dinner.”

  “I know, I’m sorry, I was just-”

  “I accidentally spilled water when we were cleaning up and Nick was just helping me,” you gestured to the towel in his hands and that’s when Nick had finally caught on. 

  Will looked between you and Nick a few times then finally down at the water. “I see that,” he said. “Just make sure it doesn’t ruin the floor.”

  After that he walked out, the door slamming closed behind him and you hear Nick let out a breath of relief. You looked up at him, a smile beginning to form on your lips as Nick dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it soak up the water. 

  “That was close,” 

  “Too close,” he said but the tone in his voice told you that he didn’t regret it. 

  The water was forgotten as Nick moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you gaze up at him, waiting for any sign of confirmation that he wanted this as bad as you did.

  A few seconds pass before he strokes his thumb across your cheek bone. “No one can find out,” he said and your smile grows until it’s a full on grin. 

 “No one will,” you promise before leaning up on your toes to kiss him again. He kisses you back, though not with as much force as before, then pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. 

  “I’m so fucked,” he said and you laugh, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for your third kiss of the night. 

-

It was the day of the color war and to say you weren’t excited would be an understatement. Running around with a bunch of kids and playing a game that labeled you as the inferior color was not something you felt like doing at all. 

  You hid behind a cabin as a few Sunnyvale kids ran around with the counselors. You glanced around the area, keeping an eye out for a specific one. 

  It had been a month since you and Nick kissed. A few days later he was officially your boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, actually, and you were his secret girlfriend. 

  You kept it low-key for two reasons, one being the fact that you’re from Shadyside and Nick is from Sunnyvale, and two being the fact that you’re a camper and Nick’s a counselor.

  Neither of you minded much, but it made seeing each other a lot harder.  

  As you hid, a smile formed on your face when your eyes caught sight of the brown haired boy you called your boyfriend (secretly, of course). He was participating, barely, but you knew that this was the last thing he wanted to do, as he had told you that the color war games were his least favorite activities. 

  You wait a few more seconds, ensuring no one would see you, before you lunge forward and wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him so he was in the space between the two cabins. Nick’s hands immediately find your waist while yours rest on either side of his face. You share a brief, yet extremely intimate look, before Nick leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours. 

  It was something you both had been deprived of for the last few days, both of you seemingly unable to find a good time to meet up. 

  It was clear that each other’s touch was what fueled your cravings for one another as Nick’s hands moved up to either side of your head, pressing into you and making your back hit the harsh exterior of the wooden cabin. It scratched against the bare skin peeking out of your grey tank top but you couldn’t care less. You missed your boyfriend too much to mind the few splinters you might have to pull out later. 

  “I missed you,” he muttered against your lips.

  “I missed you, too,” you say back and he presses his lips to yours once again. Your hands move to tug at his hair, raking your fingers through it before pulling. 

  He groans against your mouth before pulling away, his hands moving to grip your waist once more. “I can’t go that long without seeing you again,”

  It had only been just under six days since you had the opportunity to sneak off like this, but the truth was that you both had become obsessed with each other in the month you’ve been seeing each other. 

  So, naturally, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. “I can’t, either,” you say quietly, aware that there may be campers lurking nearby. “I’ve wanted you for days now.”

  Nick’s ears perk up at that and he gives you a sly smirk, running his hands over the newly exposed skin due to him pulling up your top slightly. “Sexually?” His shyness had dissolved the last few weeks and he was completely content with being himself around you, hence the word that left his mouth. 

  You hadn’t gotten to the point of actually sleeping together yet, just heated make out sessions when you could, and to say you were hot for him was an understatement. 

  He had meant it as a joke so when you nodded and dropped one of your hands to the button of his pants, pressing your fingers to his clothed crotch, Nick’s breath hitched and he felt the blood rush down his body. “I want you so much,” you say and it fuels Nick’s libido to no end. 

  Gathering some self control, he pulls away slightly, his hands gripping your upper arms. “Are you sure?”

  “When are we going to get another chance like this one before summer ends?” You ask, resting your hands on his chest. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, since the day we met.”

  Nick looks around, making sure no one was around to witness a Shadysider and Sunnyvaler hooking up. “Not here,” 

   “Okay,” you reply immediately. “But it turns me on to think about someone catching you with your dick inside me-”

  Nick cuts you off by grabbing your hand and tugging you to his cabin. With Nick seemingly too far gone, you took it upon yourself to repeatedly glance around to avoid anyone seeing you. 

  To outsiders, it looked like Nick was beyond pissed off with you and was dragging you off somewhere to rip you a new one, but the angry look on his face was actually sexual frustration mixed with an undeniable want for the girl he was borderline in love with. 

  You made it to the cabin with no one around to see you, thankfully, and Nick quickly pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. You didn’t get the chance to explore his room before he pulled you over to his bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his elbow moving to the left side of your face to hold himself up while his other hand wasted no time in groping your tank top covered chest. 

  You were right, when was there going to be another opportunity like this one? He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty that he was skipping out on his duties to bury himself in you, but how could he resist his sweet, horny girlfriend when he felt the exact same way she did? 

  Seeing as the time was extremely limited, he leaned back on his knees to rid himself of his red and white shirt. Your hands fumbled with your own flimsy top as you took it off and dropped it beside the messily made bed. 

Boys will be boys.

  Within seconds he was back on top of you, his lips kissing every newly exposed part of you he could. Even with the time limit, he couldn’t help but suck a rather large hickey on the top of your right breast, a place only you and him would be able to see it. 

  Your hands tangle in his hair as his fingers unzip your shorts and slide them off your legs, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He would take his time and appreciate your body like he knew it deserved, but he couldn’t risk someone walking in and ruining the rare chance he had to see you like this. 

  He’d have to worship your body another time.

  Instead, he murmured a praise against your neck, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” 

  His words went straight to your core and you moaned, your hands gripping his biceps as he slipped your underwear off. 

  “Are you sure?” He asks once again. He was painfully hard and might actually break something if you were to back out, but he would allow you that choice no matter what. 

  Thankfully, though, you just nodded. 

  “I’m sure, Nick,” you say and caress the sides of his face, bringing it down to yours. “I love you.”

  The words caught him off guard and he pulled back to look over your entire face, searching for any sign that you could just be saying that to deepen the moment. He didn’t think anyone could fall in love with someone in a month, but here he was. When he laid in this very bed, by himself, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms. When he sat with the rest of the kids from Sunnyvale, his heart ached whenever he saw you sitting with the glum and broody people that so didn’t deserve to have you next to them. He found himself falling completely in love with you with no way to stop it.

  “I love you,” he said back once he saw no trace of insincerity on your face, just love, and lust, but mainly love. You leaned up and kissed him while he unzipped his pants, not bothering to pull them down past the point where he could relieve himself of the tight fabric. 

  Once he was free, he lined himself up with your entrance, his free hand coming up to brush away the few fallen strands of hair that covered your eyes. With a final kiss pressed to your lips, he enters you, both of you releasing a breathy moan. 

  You were, by far, the tightest girl Nick had ever been with, not that he had a long list of past relationships, and not that he would ever dare to compare you to anyone. You were so much more than the girls in his past, so much better in every way. The immediate attraction between the two of you was obvious and had you both developing feelings faster than expected. 

  As for you, you had no problem comparing Nick to the scumbags you’d let touch you in your past relationships. They weren’t small in any sense, but Nick was no doubt bigger in the best possible ways. He had a hell of a bigger heart than your previous lovers, a better and brighter personality and he definitely didn’t disappoint in the size category. In fact, you were sure Nick was stretching you out so much that you feared for a second that he’d break you, not that you’d complain.

  Nick stilled inside you for a brief second, letting you get familiar with his size, before he pulled out half way. He slipped himself back in at a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your hands gripping his shoulders with everything you had.

   There was no doubt in your mind that if you were to be spoiled with this a few more times down the road of your relationship, he would ruin you for other guys. He’d get you so fucked up for him that you wouldn’t dream of anyone else getting you off, and not in the way he could. Not that you’d ever want to have anyone else like this after Nick. You were down bad and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences that would no doubt come with dating the golden boy from Sunnyvale. 

  Nick, however, was sick of the unwanted title. He was tired of trying to live up to it and be the guy who could do no wrong, and maybe that’s what made this moment so surreal to him. Nick Goode, future Police Chief, currently burying himself to the brim in a shadysider when he should be participating in the degrading color game going on outside.

  But, as Nick sets a steady rhythm, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with the girl he loved. 

  It felt as if he was saying a massive fuck you to all the people who looked up to him for things he really didn’t want to be part of. 

  Your legs eventually wrapped around his waist that was still covered by his pants, tightening when he delivered a particularly rough thrust into you. Your chests were pressed completely together with no space in between and Nick leaned down to suck another love bite onto your shoulder. It would be visible if you wore the tank top currently on the floor, so you’d have to remember to switch to a t-shirt after this to hide it. Nick couldn’t help but mark you as his, making you purple in spots that could be visible to everyone with a slip of your shirt. It was the only way he could show that you were taken and that no one had any business trying to get with you when it was him that got to see you like this. 

  You tried your best to quiet your moans, your whimpers being the only sound in the room. Nick had his face pressed to your neck, his low groans being lost to your skin. You knew you had to be quiet, for the sake of your relationship, but you felt the urge to make him feel as good as he possibly could. 

  So, you gently pressed against him and flipped him around so his head was against the single pillow with you now situated on top of him. Nick’s hands found your waist while yours rested on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his clear and spotless skin when you began to move your hips. 

  Your plan to get him to be loud seemed to work as he now had nothing to hide his face in so his moans sounded through the empty room. Satisfied, you lift your hips and drop back down onto him, feeling him stretch even deeper into you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, surprised you were able to take all of him, let alone take him to the deepest part of you. 

  One of Nick’s hands left your hips to wrap around one of your wrists, his lips pressing kisses to your forearm. “Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling of him inside you and the kisses he was placing on you. How was this boy even real? And how did you manage to have him all to yourself?

  Nick must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he let go of your hand, allowing it to grip his shoulder while his thumb moved up to pull at your lower lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching the way you nearly squealed in ecstasy when he lifted his hips to fuck into you. “God, look at you. So pretty.”

  His words of praise sent heat waves down your body and you let your head fall back, throaty groans leaving you as your pace picked up. Testing something new, Nick dropped his thumb from your lip and wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying the faintest amount of pressure. 

  Your eyes widen at the new feeling and your hips rocked even faster, moans freely leaving your mouth. It was clear that neither of you cared about your increasing volume at this point. In fact, Nick was sure he wouldn’t mind someone coming in to see you on top of him, riding him until you both had nothing left to give. 

  That would really demolish the golden boy status and Nick felt like coming at the thought of you helping him ruin his unwanted reputation. You and him, proving to everyone that he wasn’t what they thought, not in the slightest. If he was what they wanted him to be, he wouldn’t be currently getting fucked by someone considered inferior to him, even though he knew you were better than those people could ever be. You actually saw him for who he was. You knew him and that was all that mattered. All he needed was his sweet and incredibly hot girlfriend to feel like he was truly himself. You were what was missing in his life up to the point of him meeting you, he was sure. 

  The thought of you, the only girl he’s ever let himself love, tainting his reputation beyond repair had him moaning loudly, his hand falling from your throat to grab your waist once again. 

  He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten with you. Not only did he find someone who didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, but he found someone who helped bring out the real him. He was in love with you. 

  Nick felt like he was on cloud nine and he had no problem with never coming down. If this was the way you made him feel, he knew he wanted you forever. 

  “You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sitting up with one hand behind him, holding him up. His other hand stayed on your waist, assisting you in bouncing yourself on him. You straddled him, your hands coming up to grip the sides of his face while your chest brushed his with every bounce of your body. One of the straps of your bra fell off your shoulder, exposing your chest to him even more and his hand moved up to tug the strap down your arm, fully exposing your full chest to him, despite your other bra strap still hugging your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You look so pretty riding me, so pretty stuffing yourself with me. I love you.”

  “I love you,” you could only whisper back, your throat beginning to become sore from your increasingly loud moans mixed with the faint fingerprints that littered your neck. “I want this forever, want you forever. Fuck, you feel so good.”

  It was as if you had read his exact thoughts and it had him breaking out in a large grin, kissing you quickly. “You’re mine, now,” he said, kissing your collarbone while the hand that wasn't gripping your waist came up to tug and pinch your nipple. “Mine forever.”

  At this promise, you sped up the movements of your hips, fucking onto him with the last remaining energy you had. You felt yourself getting closer to the point of no return and you wanted nothing more than to let go around him. 

  Your hips began to shake beyond your control, and Nick stepped in to help keep the pace going by fucking up into you. “I’m close,” you mumbled against his lips, your eyes tearing up from how good you felt at that moment. “You’re so big, so deep. I’ve never felt this full before.”

  Nick groaned at your praises, sloppily kissing your neck to prolong the inevitable. 

  The things you’ve said are completely new. You’ve never cared enough about your past relationships to feel the need to praise them in any way you could, but Nick was just too good at this to not be showered with them. The physical and emotional connection you felt with him ran so much deeper than both of you probably realized. 

  “Yeah?” He asked against your skin, his fingers no doubt creating bruises on your hips. “You should come for me, then.”

  The way he said it both desperately and nonchalantly at the same time had your mouth opening while moans flew from it, your grip on his hair and shoulders becoming increasingly tight as you felt yourself explode around him. 

  You completely lost yourself, continuing to lazily bounce on Nick as he groaned against you. “Come in me,” you whimpered against his lips. Nick’s eyes widened at your request and he’s never felt more turned on than he did in that moment. “Paint me as yours, please, I want it so bad.”

  Your pleas and the overall tightness from you had Nick reaching his climax, too, bucking up into you and painting your walls like you desperately asked him to. You whimpered at the feeling, this being the first time you ever allowed anyone to finish inside you, while Nicked moaned loudly, filling you with everything he had left to offer. 

  When he finished, the movement of your hips finally halted, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.

  As you held each other, Nick once again questioned how in the hell he got so lucky. You were the first girl he ever got the pleasure of climaxing in and the thought that it could very well end in a pregnancy made his heart race. He made a mental note that one day, he’d put a baby in you. His baby. Something that only the two of you can share, that only belonged to you and him, but that’s a conversation for another time. 

  Both yours and Nick’s skin was sweaty, and his hair was messy and all over the place, a dead giveaway for what you had just done. You laughed to yourself as your hands came up to flatten out the messy strands, placing a final kiss to his forehead when you finished. 

  Nick’s breathing was staggered and uneven and he allowed himself to fall back onto the pillow, bringing you down with him.

  You laughed then immediately let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him still inside you, your body beginning to feel sensitive the longer he stayed buried in you. You knew you’d have to release him eventually, but you both knew that meant you then had to separate and possibly spend days apart, so you kept him inside you for as long as you could. 

  With your chest pressed to his, you slid your arms up and under his pillow, creating a crevice for his head to rest in. You smiled at the satisfied look on his face and pecked his chin before resting your head on his shoulder. “You look so hot,” you murmured, your skin forming goosebumps when his fingers began to run up and down your back. 

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” you say quietly, bringing one of your hands down to run your fingers across his chest. “Just like this. So content and fucked out.”

  Nick smirked, his arms wrapping around your form and his lips pressing to your head. “It’s because of you,”

  You hummed, tilting your head up and allowing him to connect your lips. This kiss was long and sweet, no indication of it starting anything else. The best kind of kisses, in your opinion. 

  You pulled away and put your head on his chest, the faint sound of his heartbeat calming you. “We should get dressed soon,” Nick said, even though he really didn’t want to. But, he was a counselor after all and he had to make up for the lost time. 

  He didn’t regret this in the slightest, though. He’d much rather lay here with you than go back outside and pretend to be something he was so far from. 

  “I know,” you mumble, pressing one final and quick kiss to his lips before sitting up.

  You finally allowed him to slip out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling, and stood up, redressing your lower half. You fixed your bra while Nick zipped his pants back up and threw his shirt back on. 

  With a glance at your reflection in the mirror on top of the dresser, your eyes widen at the purple mark on your shoulder. “Nick!”

  At your loud call of his name, Nick quickly stood up and looked around for any sign of a possible threat before he realised there was none. “What?”

  You turned to face him and pointed at the mark, watching as a smirk forms on his lips. 

  “Oh,” he says and walks over to you. 

  “People are going to see that when I put my shirt back on,” you whined, referring to the little coverage your tank top did for your shoulders. 

  “I’m sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. I need to show you’re taken somehow,”

  You rolled your eyes as he gently pushed you to the side, opening the top drawer of the dresser. He grabbed one of his shirts and held it out to you. 

  You raised your brows, eyes on the piece of fabric. “I can’t wear your shirt,” you say. “People will know it’s not mine, and your brother will know it’s yours if he were to see me in it.”

  “If anyone asks,” Nick starts, taking it upon himself to slip the shirt over your head. “Just say yours got ruined during the game and I offered you one of mine.” 

  With a weary glance at your boyfriend, you adjusted the shirt that fell to your mid thigh. You tucked the front of it into your shorts as Nick’s hands found their home on either side of your face.

  “It will be fine,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you when I’m around.”

  You nod and step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle while his wrap around your shoulders. You share a final hug, knowing that it’d be a while before you would be able to be back in his arms, something that both of you hated but had to cooperate with nonetheless. 

  One day you’d be with him everyday, living with him and just being with him in every sense possible. He’d make sure of it.

-

Nick/Ted’s “because I’m a counselor” has been permanently burned into my mind. It’s just so effortlessly hot 

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𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:

𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 '𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴.' 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘: 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄

⛧ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 18+ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓.

⛧ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆. 

⛧ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 

⛧ 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 

⛧ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅. 

⛧ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.

⛧ 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎: CLOSED!

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 3 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 0 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆-𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 3 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 

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⛧𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝕴 𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗:

⛧ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔

⛧ 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒆𝒅'𝒔 𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆

⛧ 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌

⛧ 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒂

⛧ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘 (1994)

⛧ 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 (2004)

⛧ 𝒀𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒋𝒂 (𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓)

⛧ 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 

⛧ 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 (𝑵𝑩𝑪)

⛧ 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍

⛧ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒔

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚:

⛧ 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒚𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒚

⛧ 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄

⛧ 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕

⛧ 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

⛧ 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

⛧ 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒆

⛧ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆

⛧ 𝑨𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆

⛧ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚:

⛧ 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

⛧ 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

⛧ 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒆

⛧ 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕

⛧ 𝑷𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑶𝑪 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#pinned post #masterlist #rules #poly!lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #kiefer sutherland #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #alex winter #bill and ted's excellent adventure #ted theodore logan #bill s preston esquire #van helsing 2004 #the crow 1994 #eric draven #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #poly!hannigram x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural x reader #star wars x reader #star wars fanfic #yautja mate

[starry-moonshine]

Fear Street MASTERLIST

Fear Street: 1994 characters

Deena Johnson

First Time | smut, fluff (WIP)

Fear Street: 1978 characters

Cindy Berman

The Berman Crush (featuring Ziggy Berman) - angst, smut (WIP)

Perfect | Smut

Tommy Slater

{coming soon!} Love Story | smut, angst, fluff

Teenage Nick Goode

After Party Confessions | fluff, slight angst (WIP)

Fear Street: 1666 characters

Constance Berman

Late Night Kisses | Fluff

#fear street #fear street trilogy #fearstreet1978 #fear street part one: 1994 #fear street x reader #fear street part 2: 1978 #fear street part 3: 1666 #cindy berman x reader #cindyberman #cindy berman x fem reader #cindy x ziggy #deena x reader #deena johnson #samantha fraser #simonkalivoda #kate schmidt #sarah fier #ted sutherland #emily rudd #ryan simpkins #alice fear street #wlw #lesbian #horror x reader #mccabe slye #tommyslater #sadiesink #gillian jacobs #ashley zukerman #fred hechinger

[neytirisblog]

[ 📸 ted_sutherland ] he’s so pretty. <3

#ted sutherland #nick goode #fear street nick goode #fear street 1978 #fear street #nick goode x reader

[its-a-show-stoppin-number]

My mom asking what I'm doing because I'm smiling at my phone: 😁

Me, reading fanfiction about (Sheriff) Nick Goode because I was bored: nothing 😳

#im not even attracted to nick goode #it's just ashley and ted #fear street 1978 #fear street 1994 #fear street 1666 #nick goode #sheriff goode #nick goode x reader #ashley zukerman #ted sutherland

[its-a-scream--baby]

Choose your fighter

(Don’t know if this has been done yet)

#alex winter #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #santa carla #the lost boys #billy wirth #kiefer sutherland #bill and ted #brooke mccarter #keanu reeves #bill and ted face the music #bill and ted excellent adventure #bill and ted bogus journey #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #star the lost boys #laddie the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #lost #bill and ted imagine #san dimas #wilhelmina billie s logan #thea theadora preston #jamison newlander #jason partic #jami gertz #corey haim

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where nick loves how small you are compared to him.

This was a request; A Nick Goode x Short reader (let me know if this is what you wanted, anon <3 much love. I’m super sorry if you don’t like the setting I added in x). Think of Nate and Maddy’s height difference. Gif has nothing to do with the imagine, he’s just fine af.

WARNINGS: smut, size kink, short reader, fingering, over simulation, unprotected sex, choking kink, possessive nick, established relationship, man handling (consensual), nick just straight up being obsessed with a short girl, shadyside reader (not really important, though), angst (if you squint), public harassment (that nick straightens up hella quick), jealous nick, slight innocence kink 

Word Count: 4.7k

You were a short girl, you always had been. It’s not something you could just fix with plastic surgery (not that you had the money for that, anyway). Your legs were noticeably shorter than most girls your age, your torso was average and your overall height was a whopping 4’9. It made forming relationships extremely difficult. It seemed as if no one wanted a much shorter than short girlfriend.

  Well, except Nick. 

  Nick was your boyfriend and had been for the past nine months. You felt as if you were the luckiest girl in the world when you met him. Not only was he really into you as a person, but he also didn’t have a fraction of a problem with your size. In fact, you’d go as far as to say he was overly proud at the fact that you were so little in comparison to him and he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to with you. 

  You stood in the lobby, waiting for Nick to return from his quick meeting with his superior. With nothing else to do, you picked at your nails, the clear coat you painted on a few days ago chipping at your touch. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings in the slightest, so when you heard the sound of a low whistle, you ignored it and continued to pick off the clear polish. 

  “Look what we have here,” you heard someone say from behind you and your ears perk up at that. With a glance to your left, you see two men standing a few feet away from you. “You’re quite a small one, aren’t you?”

  At that, you drop your hand to your side and squint your eyes at them. “I’d love to see the guy who takes you home,” the other one said, biting his lip in a way that had you visibly cringing. “I’d love to be the guy who takes you home.”

  Yuck. These guys were going to be police officers soon? This town really was fucked. 

  The bolder one steps closer to you, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. “What’s your name, doll?”

  You looked up at him. He was average in height, much taller than you but also much shorter than Nick. You gave him a big, but extremely fake, smile. “Why the hell would I tell you my name?”

  “Ooh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you, little one?” You scoffed at the unwanted nickname, stepping away from the guy. “I like it. I could use a girl like you in my life, in more than one way, if you see what I’m getting at here.”

  “You don’t know me,” you mutter and turn away from him. You were too busy dealing with the unwanted attention to notice or hear the ding from the elevator, signaling its arrival to the main floor. 

  “But I could get to know you, we both could,” he gestures over to his friend, who was equally as pervy as the one standing in front of you. “What do you say?”

  He reached out to grab your arm, but before he could, another hand gripped his wrist when it was inches away from touching you. “I’d say you better keep your hands off of her if you want to still have them,” you hear the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him. Nick notices your discomfort and gently grabs your waist, pulling you into his side and away from the guy. 

  Nick was considerably taller than both men, but that didn’t seem to stop the bold one from stepping closer to the two of you. “And who are you, exactly?” The guy stepped even closer, his face now inches from Nick’s. Granted, he had to stare up at Nick, but he didn’t show any sign of feeling inferior to him. 

  He probably should have. 

  Nick pushed you behind him, tilting his head up slightly as he looked at your harasser. “I’m her boyfriend,” he said, watching as the man rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but Nick beat him to it. “The name’s Nick Goode. Maybe you’ve heard of me?”

  At the mention of his name, the guy’s smirk and smug look vanished and were replaced with panic and fear. “Nick Goode?” He asked, stepping away from him. You had to peek around Nick’s body to be able to see what was happening. You couldn’t stand on your tippy toes and peer over his shoulder as you reached way below that. “As in, Sheriff Goode’s son, Nick Goode?”

  Nick just raised his brows, a deadly look in his eyes. That was enough of an answer as it had the man backing away, his hands up in defense. “My bad, dude,” he said and you pressed your face against Nick’s bicep, wrapping your arms around his left one. You watched with a small smile on your lips as the two men backed away. “Really, had I known she was your girl, I wouldn’t have even looked at her.”

  He really wasn’t making things better. Nick glared at the men, hatred burning in his eyes. These were the guys that would back him up when carrying on his fathers legacy? “If you think that either of you will ever become part of the police force after this, you’ve got to be the dumbest people to ever walk in here,” 

  “Wait, what? No, man, you’ve got it all wrong,” one of them tried to defend themselves. “We didn’t know she had a boyfriend! You can’t ruin all we’ve worked for just because of harmless flirting, that’s not fair!”

  Nick grabbed your small hand in his much bigger one. “You should’ve thought more about that before even deciding to look at her,” he said and tugged you along as he headed towards the exit. 

  You had to nearly jog to keep up with Nick’s long strides. His grip on your hand was tight and it was clear that what just happened pissed him off to no end. Nick had always been extremely protective of you and seeing another man trying to touch you must have set him off. 

  Once you got to his car, he opened the door for you, glancing back at the doors of the building. The doors were all glass, so he could clearly see the two men arguing from the spot Nick left them in. 

  He shut the car door once you were seated and you barely had your seatbelt on before he got in and turned the key, pulling away from the parking spot at the front of the building. You sat quietly, listening to Nick’s heavy breathing. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, making his already pale knuckles even more light in color. 

  “Are you okay?” You asked after a while of silence. 

  Nick looked over at you for a second before shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have left you there alone, I’m sorry,”

  “It’s okay,” you reach over and grab his right hand, holding it between your fingers. “Really, nothing really happened. You stopped it before it got that far.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “That asshole thought he could touch you right in front of me. Harass you right in front of me. I should go back and knock their teeth in for talking to you like that. I hate that they even thought they had a chance with you.”

  You squeezed his hand, which probably only felt like a small pinch to him, before placing his hand on your thigh. The size comparison between you two was furthermore proven when his hand covered a good portion of your thigh, and he tightened the grip he had on your skin as he locked his jaw.

  “Those boys wouldn’t have a chance with me even if they were the last remaining people on this planet,” you assure him, your hold on his wrist firm as you slowly slid his hand further up your thigh. Nick visibly tensed but kept a straight face, his eyes forward as he unknowingly began driving a bit faster. “Besides, why would I want them when I have my bigger, and much hotter boyfriend?”

  The drive couldn’t have gone by slower. Nick felt as if time was moving in slow motion as he drove the familiar route back to his apartment in Sunnyvale.

  Nick wasn’t usually the jealous type, possessive, sure, but not overly jealous. It was events like what happened with the two guys back there that had that jealousy brought out of him. You were so small and it made people think they could walk all over you and treat you like you were different without any consequences. Nick had proven that wrong on more than one occasion since you got together. 

  He’d be lying if he said your size wasn’t what attracted him to you in the first place. You looked so small when standing next to him and he could only imagine how small you’d look under him. But, he didn’t let his fantasies get in the way of getting to know you as a person. What came after that was just a bonus. 

  Still, the fact that people still think they have a chance with you when he made you his in every way possible had his blood boiling. 

  When he finally arrived home, his grip on you was tight and Nick had to be careful in making sure he didn’t break your hand. You were once again trying to keep up with his fast pace, your arm feeling like it was about to pop out of its socket with how far ahead Nick was. 

  He unlocked his door and tugged you inside. You stood in the middle of his living room while he brought his hands up to tug at his hair. He was extremely annoyed, clearly, and you didn’t want to piss him off even more so you stayed still. Nick ran his hands down his face and looked over at you. 

  You, in all honesty, looked like an angel. You stood there, a small white dress framing your figure beautifully, an innocent look on your face. Nick watched as you played with your fingers, waiting for him to do whatever was currently running through his mind. 

  Nick reached you in two strides, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His lips pressed to yours with a force that had you feeling light headed for a second. Once you registered his lips on yours, you kissed back with just as much need, your hands sliding up to grip his jaw. 

  He pressed into you, making you step back, nearly tripping over the coffee table. His hands moved to your waist, steadying you as his lips travelled to your neck. He sucked a dark purple mark there, his tongue swiping over it to soothe the sting. 

  Nick pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the pair of you letting out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, ignoring the small sting of pain from having to crane your neck, a knowing smile on your lips. He pulled away and took your hand once again, leading you to his bedroom. 

  As soon as the door closed behind you, Nick pushed you onto his bed with little to no effort. You fell forward, your hands reaching out to catch yourself as you hit the softness of his bed. You turned around and leaned up on your elbows, watching as he slid his black jacket off, tossing it onto the chair that sat in the far corner of the room. 

  It was almost comical how much you turned Nick on and fed into his deepest fantasies. You, laying on his bed, your dress having slipped up to reveal all areas of your thighs and legs to him, all while looking like something straight out of heaven. 

  Nick fell on top of you, his forearms catching his body before he completely crushed you. He kept his lower half pressed against yours, his left thigh coming up to slip between yours, the top of his knee pressing against your thinly covered heat. Your mouth opened to let out a breathless moan, your eyes closing and head falling back against the pillow. Nick kept his weight on his right forearm, his left hand trailing down your body. It starts by sliding down the area between your breasts then down your stomach before finally sliding under the thin material of your flimsy dress. 

  He presses his mouth to yours once he slips his hand under the fabric of your underwear, his finger immediately finding your bundle of nerves. His thumb presses against it, rubbing circles on it as your mouth breaks away from his to release a string of moans. Your hands tug on his shirt and hair, needing something to hold onto as he teased you. 

  Nick moves to suck on your neck again, giving you another mark as his middle finger slips past your folds after gathering your wetness with it. Your hand tugs at his hair harder, biting down on your lower lip to quiet your moans. You were still somewhat shy when it came to sex, despite Nick telling you over and over again that he loves the sounds you make for him, craves it, even. 

  As he slips his pointer finger past your folds, his lips press against yours, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip to allow your moans to freely leave your mouth. His fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace and it had your legs shaking with want. 

  “Those fuckers thought they could have you like this,” Nick muttered against your lips. He pumped his fingers faster, feeling the wetness begin to coat them completely. “Thought they could touch what belongs to me, what I’ve tainted as my own.”

  You moaned at both the feeling of his fingers and his words, the jealousy dripping from them making your heart skip a beat. “Fuck, Nick,” you whimpered, reaching down to grip his wrist, your hand moving with his. 

  “If only they could see you now,” he growled, moving his head so he could suck on your collar bone. He slid his fingers in as deep as they could go and kept them there, feeling your tight walls clench around him. Your breath got caught in your throat, your moans coming out broken and strained. “If only they saw how good you are for me.”

  Nick went back to his attack on your chest, his mouth marking everywhere it could as his fingers resumed their movements. “Don’t stop,” you cried out, your hands moving up to his face, gripping the sides of it as if your life depended on it. “Please.”

  Nick didn’t dare as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, your hand moving up to tug on his hair again. You felt the burning sensation spread all over your body, your stomach twisting as that familiar feeling crept up on you. 

  Nick watched you unravel before him, a proud smirk on his lips as he pumps his fingers even faster, feeling your juices seep out and onto the palm of his hand. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. 

  “Fuck, yes,” you rasped out. “I’m close.”

  Nick leaned down to run his tongue along the length of your neck, licking a stripe as he feels your walls hug his fingers even tighter. With his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, you allow the knot to snap completely, your juices dripping onto his fingers as you reach your high. Your back arches, your chest pressing to Nick’s as moans flee from your mouth. 

  He continued to fuck his fingers into you, riding out your climax for as long as possible, only stopping when your legs began to shake uncontrollably. He slipped his fingers out of you with ease, bringing the digits up to his mouth to suck on them, savoring the taste that was you. You watched with hooded eyes as he sucked off every drop of your release and moved to sit back on his knees. 

  He grabbed your small hand and placed it over his jean covered crotch. “Do you think you can take one more?” He asked, removing his fingers from his mouth.

  You nodded and sat up on your knees, your head barely meeting his chest. You gripped his shirt in your hands, tugging the white material up until it was over his head and discarded on the floor next to the bed. Nick placed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back while fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. His hands fell to your waist, scrunching up your dress so it pooled at your waist for a second before taking it off you completely. 

  He pulled away and groaned at the sight of your white bra that matched your underwear. As you finally managed to unzip his pants, he slid one of the straps off your shoulders, leaning down even further to lock his lips around your nipple when it became exposed to him. Your left hand tugged at his hair while your other one palmed him through his black boxers. You kicked off your ankle boots while Nick slid off his converse, the shoes hitting the hardwood with a thud.

  He pushed you back down onto the pillow, his hand reaching around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side. You did your best to push his jeans down his legs, but your arms could only reach so far in this position. So, instead, you slid your underwear down your legs while Nick kicked off his jeans and boxers. 

  He hovered over you again, his body against yours and his waist tucked between your thighs. He kissed you, one of his hands moving down to grip his length and line himself up with your entrance. He pulled away from your lips as he slipped in you, your previous orgasm making it extremely easy.

  Instantly he filled you, stretching your walls around him in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin.

  You were still so tight even after the many times you and Nick have done this and he felt as if you were made to fit him exactly. You were crafted to be able to take him and only him like this, and he made sure that he ruined you for any other guy. Not that he’d allow another guy to have you this way. You were his. 

  Nick’s body covered yours completely. If anyone were to walk in and see him, they wouldn’t be able to see you at all. Not that anyone would walk in, anyway, as he lived alone. Hopefully, though, he’d have you living here with him soon.

  He pulled out almost entirely before slipping into you, pulling a moan from your parted lips. “I can feel you,” you whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your lower stomach. “Right here.” 

  Nick watched as you pushed his hand down, the outline of him inside you visible as he pressed up against you from the inside. “Fuck,” he muttered, watching the outline fade as he pulled halfway out, only to see it again as he rocked back into you. He groaned out, fucking into you at a steady rhythm. 

  Your hand returned to his shoulder, gripping it so hard that your knuckles began to turn white. Nick lowered himself onto you, covering your entire upper body with his. One of his hands pressed flat against the comforter beside your head, keeping him steady, while his other moved to grip your waist. 

  You looked so small under him and the sight pulled a deep moan from him, his hips rocking against yours with a force that you knew would leave bruises tomorrow. 

  Nick’s mind went back to the first time he had you like this. You were so shy back then, your cheeks tinted red in a never ending blush. He remembered the nervous expression on your face when you first saw him completely naked, worried that he wouldn’t even be able to fit. Nick was worried, too, but more so at the fact that he might actually break you. 

  Obviously, that wasn’t the case, but the memory of taking you for the first time had his mind go into a frenzy.

  He pulled away and leaned back on his knees, his hand sliding down your body to tightly grip your waist. “Fuck yourself on me,” he muttered, his voice sounding strained. He was usually so good at keeping control of situations, but that ability goes out the window every time he gets to see you like this.

  He watched as your hips pushed down to impale yourself further on him, desperately trying to bring back the friction he created. It was useless as you could only move so much from your position. Still, you fucked yourself on him as best you could, your fingers brushing against his abdomen every time you sunk back on him. Nick pushed your hips down so you were once again flat against the mattress, rocking into you while staying on his knees. 

  You were louder and more whiny than usual, but that was all thanks to Nick and his fingers. You were overstimulated but craved the feeling that came with him being inside you, connecting with you completely and making you feel whole. Like every other part of him, he was big. It never failed to surprise you that he even fit all the way and you were beginning to believe that he had molded you so that you could only ever take all of him. 

  Keeping one hand on your hip, he reached the other one up to wrap around your throat. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to block your airways slightly, a feeling you didn’t know you loved until a few months ago when Nick decided to  try something different. Not only did it drive you wild, but it drove Nick insane to see how his whole hand could barely fit around your neck. His thumb had to press against your jaw so that his hand could effectively wrap around you. 

  You looked so easy to break, too fragile to be handled with such force, but you loved every second of it. You were, without a doubt, the most perfect girl Nick had ever met. And you were all his.

  He grabbed your upper back, tugging you upwards so you were straddling him. Nick still remained in control, lifting your body up and down on his, guiding your movements as he fucked up into you. 

  You fall forward, your head resting on his chest, bumping into it with every thrust of his hips. You clung onto him, your hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders. Broken moans spewed from your lips, your nails digging into his skin when he gave a particularly hard thrust that had the tip of him hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars. 

  “Look at you,” Nick nearly cooed, bringing one of his hands up to grip the side of your face, making you crane your neck to look up at him. “Doing so good for me, taking me so well. I wish those scumbags could see you now, see how good you look while being fucked by me.”

  “I love you,” you cried out, strands of hair falling onto your face. Nick pushed them back, squeezing one side of your face to keep you looking up at him. “No one else can have me like this. I’m yours, all yours. Fuck, only you can fuck me, only you can get me off.”

  Your words were dirty and not something you’d ever say outside the bedroom. Your strained voice and claims had him dangerously close to reaching his high, something he refused to allow happen until he made you reach yours. He dropped your body back on the bed, his own body falling back on top of yours. He hooks one of your legs around his waist, rocking his hips into yours even faster than before. 

  He was starting to become exhausted, but the need to see you come again overpowered that feeling. A thin layer of sweat lined his forehead and the back of his neck, heavy breaths and groans leaving his parted lips. He leaned down to kiss you again, feeling your nails beginning to leave marks on his shoulders. It was a telltale sign that you were close again and he kept one hand next to your head while his other trails down to press firmly against your clit.

  It quickly became too much and you broke away from the kiss, moaning loudly into his shoulder as you climax once again, your walls clenching around him impossibly tight. Nick dropped his head onto your shoulder, continuing to thrust into you, using your body to get himself off. 

  The added feeling of your release had him squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his own high crash down on him. You whimpered, feeling extremely overstimulated and held onto this biceps tightly, letting him fuck his warmth into you. A few more seconds pass before he stills completely, keeping his head tucked away on your shoulder, his face pressed against the side of your neck. 

  He wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his side, making your body lay half on top of his and half on the bed. He presses a final kiss to your neck and slips out of you, your legs shaking at the feeling. 

  You lay in silence for a few minutes, drawing random shapes onto Nick’s chest while he regains control of his breathing. He leans his head down to press a kiss to your lips, slow and intimate, his hand coming up to fix your messy hair. “I’m sorry about what those guys said to you,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

  You shook your head, moving up so you were eye level with him, pressing your hand to his chest firmly. “It’s not your fault. They were just pervy assholes,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “Who got put in their place really quick, thanks to you. That was hot, by the way.” 

  Nick rolled his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gently moving away from you. He stood up, gathering the discarded clothing the two of you tossed around his room. He threw them into a pile in the corner of his room, outside the bathroom door, before walking back over to you, extending his hand out. “Come on,” he said, pulling you up once you placed your hand in his. “We’re going to shower and then I’m taking you out to dinner.”

  “Ooh,” you say, letting him tug you off the bed. “What's the occasion?-” As soon as your feet touched the floor, your legs gave out and you fell into Nick. He caught you, holding you up by your waist. 

  He laughed down at you, your face beginning to tint red, embarrassed at how wobbly your legs were. “No occasion,” he replied, wrapping your arm around his neck while he places his arm under the backs of your thighs, picking you up easily. “I just want to see the stares you get when you stumble into everything on the way to our table, thanks to me.”

  “I hate you,” you muttered and he laughed again, walking into the bathroom with you in his arms. 

  “That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, setting you down so you could sit on the edge of the bathtub. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you said you loved me.”

  It was your turn to roll your eyes while he turned the shower on. “You’re hearing things,” 

  Nick shook his head and picked you up again as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I’m sure I am,” he said, steadying you once your feet hit the tiled floor of the shower. “I love you, too.”

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➪the one where it’s time for nick to sacrifice another resident of shadyside, but calls his old flame instead. (request, altered slightly)

First time writing 1994 Nick <3 (I find both versions fine, btw)

Warnings: Fear Street related topics, mentions of the devil, mentions of death, character death, blood, Tommy Slater has an ax (enough said), rituals, swearing, time jump, flashbacks, descriptions of blood, murder, kissing, Nick isn’t evil

Word Count: 3.5k

1978

Nick nearly tripped over the many large rocks that littered the ground of the woods, the flashlight he gripped tightly doing very little to light his way. He balanced himself quickly before resuming his fast pace. 

  He hadn’t seen you in quite some time and it was slowly driving him insane. He had no idea where you were or if you were okay, and the thought of something terrible happening to you had his hands shaking and his heart racing.

  Why hadn’t he made sure you were somewhere safe before he made the sacrifice?

  He fucked up, he knew that. 

  He wasn’t thinking clearly. 

  He just said the first name that came to mind.

  And worst of all, he couldn’t fucking find you.

-

The cave was dark, even with the many candles he lit. 

  Endless thoughts ran through his head, guilt, worry and fear beginning to take over his body. 

  What if he forgets what to say? What if he picks a bad sacrifice? What if-

  “Thomas Slater,”

  Fuck.

  Well…

  It was done. 

  He hadn’t meant to say Tommy’s name. He actually liked the boy quite a bit and had no intention of picking him to be the sacrifice, but his name just slipped out.

  Before he blew out the candle, he quickly checked to see if it worked. When he saw the newly carved name in the stone, he knew he had succeeded and he had officially carried on the family legacy. 

  “Fuck,” he muttered, blowing out the candle and running up the stairs to find you as fast as he could.

  What did he do?

-

“Y/n!” He called out for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been a while since he saw Kurt take the bus full of kids and drive as far away as he could from the camp. He knew you weren’t on it. “Where the fuck are you?!”

  Man, he fucked up.

  If anything were to happen to you, he knew he would never forgive himself. This was completely and entirely his doing and the amount of blood that was on his hands was endless. 

  He could only hope that your blood wouldn’t join the many campers’.

  Just as he opened his mouth to call out to you again, movement up ahead caught his attention. “Y/n?” In the clearing, leaning against the rather large tree, was you. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, as if you had been running, and your head was bleeding. But you were alive. “Y/n!”

  At the sound of your name, you shot up from the tree, your eyes scanning everywhere in the direction of where the voice came from. Your eyes meet Nick’s and tears involuntarily form in them, a broken smile forming on your lips. “Nick,” you call back as he lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as an attempt to calm himself down.

  You were okay.

  Neither of you saw Tommy creep out from behind the tree, his hands swinging the ax up, until it was too late. Nick opened his eyes just as the ax swung down, his hand letting go of the flashlight. “Y/n!”

  You turned around and your chest was immediately pierced with the ax. Your mouth opened in shock, blood quickly beginning to pool on your tongue. Nick screamed from behind you, but you couldn’t focus on anything as you fell back due to the force of Tommy’s kick he gave to your abdomen, pulling the ax from your chest in the process.

  Nick felt like he couldn’t run fast enough, despite his legs moving the second he saw Tommy. He watched in horror as Tommy raised his arms above his head once more, burying the ax into your chest again, this time even deeper. 

  Your eyes closed as your chest was impaled for the third time, blood pouring from your mouth and staining your lips. 

  Tommy was about to go for his fourth swing when Nick finally reached you, his eyes frantically searching for something to use as a weapon. He reached for a broken branch, not noticing how heavy it actually was as he used both hands to swing it up from its spot on the ground. It makes contact with Tommy’s head and he drops the ax as he stumbles over himself. 

  Nick grabbed it, kicking Tommy’s leg to knock him to the ground before he swung the ax down and into his face. The force of it split the bag, and most likely his head, in half. 

  Tommy stopped moving almost instantly, his body going limp and matching yours. 

  Nick threw the ax a few feet away and was at your side within seconds. His hands cradled your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes looking down at the three ax wounds that scarred your chest. “Y/n,” he said, his thumbs wiping away the blood that smeared your chin. When you didn’t answer him, or even move an inch for that matter, Nick felt his heart drop. “No, Y/n.”

  He moved one hand to your neck, his fingers hopelessly feeling for a heartbeat that wasn’t there. 

  “No, no, not you. Not like this,” he said, his eyes tearing up as he moved his hands to your blood covered chest. He had never done this before, but he needed to act fast before your body shut down completely. “Come on, come back.”

  He applied quick bursts of pressure to your chest, ignoring how your once white tank top was now stained dark red, before he moved his hands to your face. He used one hand to tilt your head up while keeping your mouth open and the other to cover your nose as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, blowing air into your mouth.

  “Come on!” He yelled desperately, resuming the compressions to your chest. Why wasn’t it working? He could feel the adrenaline seeping into him as he leaned back down to blow air into your mouth again. “I’m so sorry. Please. Come back to me.” 

  His hands were shaking as they returned to your chest for the third time, his ability to apply enough pressure faltering as the seconds passed. He felt his hope draining and his hands stopped the compressions as his head leans down to rest his forehead against yours. 

  Just as he gave up, he felt your chest press up against his hands and your mouth opened. You cough, blood spitting out onto Nick’s face as he quickly pulls back. His hands hold onto your face, careful not to move you too much or touch the wound on your head, as raspy breaths escape you. 

  You can’t bring yourself to do anything, let alone wrap your arms around the boy above you like you so desperately wanted to. “You’re okay,” Nick mumbles, leaning down to kiss your forehead before brushing your hair out of your face. He grabs your bloody hand in his and brings it to his chest. “You’re okay.”

-

1994

It was time again.

  What more could he want?

  He lived in a huge house, had the best job in town, and had everyone in Sunnyvale kneeling at his every need. But he didn’t associate with any of them, nor did he involve himself in any relationship. 

  How much power can one bloodline hold?

  He didn’t want to do this anymore, but he was a family man. His father, his father’s father and so on had been continuing this ritual for centuries, how could he ruin it just because he was feeling guilty? 

  His leg bounces uncontrollably, his elbows resting on his knees as his laced hands press against his mouth.

  There was no choice. He had done the sacrifice willingly for the first time back in ‘78. He had to do it.

  Or did he?

  He shot up from his place on the couch, striding over to the nearest phone.

  He dials the familiar number, one he had dialed countless of times over the years, and brings the phone to his ear. His eyes squeeze close as he waits for the call to go through, his breath hitching when a voice answers. 

  “Hello?”

  He froze, his face heating up and his eyes shooting open.  

  The person waits a few seconds and when they hear nothing, Nick once again hears, “Hello?”

  It sounded more impatient this time. 

  “Hi,”

  The person goes silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “Nick…is that you?”

  “Yeah,” he mumbled. “It’s me.”

-

The knocks on the door were hesitant, he could tell.

  Nick opened the door, revealing his summer love. The only girl who ever had a hold on his heart and continued to for nearly two decades.

  He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his house for the first time ever. You stepped into the entryway, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes stayed glued to the floor. 

  You looked even more beautiful than he remembered, but you were 16 years younger at the time. Guilt filled him at the fact that he never went to go see you in person after that night. He didn’t even visit you in the hospital.

  He wanted to, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to see you after what happened. He was to blame for it all and he knew he would feel worse about everything the second he saw you again.

  That was proved by your appearance now.

  Nick didn’t know what to say as you stood a few feet away from each other. “Thanks for coming,” he finally said after standing in the awkward silence for a few more seconds.

  “Of course,” you say back, forcing out a small smile. 

  “It’s good to see you,” Nick says, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck. “It’s been a long time.”

  You nod, looking down at your hands. “I guess we’re both to blame for that,”

  “I guess so,”

  You hadn’t seen Nick since the night he saved your life all those years ago. It had been sixteen full years since you last saw him and the reality of it all had you feeling light headed. He looked good. Very different from the last time you saw him in person, but good nonetheless. Seeing him on your small TV screen didn’t compare to the real thing at all. He was more matured, his features showing how much he had gone through since becoming a cop.

  You talked every once in a while, mainly him calling to check up on you, but he hadn’t called in a few years at this point. You had just assumed that he had grown tired of hearing your life updates and stopped reaching out to you. 

  The tense silence returned as you shifted your weight between your two legs, looking anywhere but at him. 

  Fuck it. 

  “It’s going to happen again,”

  You looked over at him quickly, confusion lacing your features. Shaking your head, you ask, “What is?”

  Nick sighed heavily, looking at the ground. He couldn’t look you in the eyes when he told you all that he’s done. “What happened at Nightwing….” He trailed off. “It’s going to happen again.”

  You shake your head again, confused beyond words at this point. “How do you know that?”

  “Because I’m the one who did it,”

  It went completely silent as Nick finally gathered the strength to look at you.

  You still looked confused, but he could see you slowly start to put the pieces together. “What do you mean you’re the one who did it?” 

  He didn’t answer you. How could he? He had just confessed to being the one responsible for all the deaths that occurred at Nightwing, including yours. Granted, he brought you back, but even that was because of the ritual.

  And somehow, you knew that. “I was hacked into with an ax..” You trailed off, trying to make him meet your eyes. “And you brought me back. How did you bring me back?”

  “With CPR,” Nick answered. It was true, but it was also completely irrational.

  “Don’t lie,” you nearly whisper. “Not to me. How did you bring me back?”

  Nick felt his heart falter slightly at the look you gave him, sighing deeply before he told you, “By sacrificing Tommy’s soul to the devil,”

  That was the quickest way to put it, and the quickest way for you to understand, Nick found out, as he watched your eyes widened before they filled with tears. You stared at him, shock and fear all over your face as you took a step back. “What do you mean by ‘sacrificing Tommy’s soul to the’-...to the..” You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat his words and look away from him. “Who are you?” 

  Even though you mainly asked that question to yourself and not to Nick, he still reached out to you. “It’s me, it’s Nick,” when his hand touched yours, you pulled back quickly, making his heart hurt for a second. “The one who saved your life all those years back.”

  “By sacrificing someone else’s,” your voice was steadily rising and you were surprised at how much you believed his words, despite how crazy they sounded. It made sense, now that you thought of it. There was no way Tommy just snapped and decided to go on a killing spree, and there was no way Nick brought you back when your chest had three massive slashes in it with just CPR.

  “I didn’t want to,” Nick mumbled, giving you the space you clearly needed. “I didn’t mean to say his name, I just panicked. Tommy was a good person and he didn’t deserve what happened to him.”

  You shake your head, your anger dissolving as the sadness crept in. “Why?” You hesitantly asked. “How, why-…how?”

  “I’ll tell you everything,” Nick said. “Just please, don’t leave me right now.”

  Nick saw your conflicted expression before you sighed and followed him into the living room, sitting on the chair across from where he sat on the couch.  

-

Nick told you everything, from start to finish. And what scared him was that you didn’t interrupt him once, nor did you say anything after he was done. You just sat there, your hands covering your mouth and elbows pressed to your knees, matching his position from before. 

  You couldn’t look at him as you took in all the things he had just told you. 

  This had to be a dream right? No, this had to be a nightmare, right?

  How could the guy you fell for when you were a teen be a Satanist? How could you not have seen the signs? 

  Clearing your throat, you try to find the right words to say. “So-” you start but immediately stop. You glance at him before looking over at the fireplace, the orange flames lighting the dark room. You inhale quickly, keeping your chin tucked behind your hands, before you resume what you were going to ask. “What happens if you don’t sacrifice someone?”

   “Sunnyvale will see its first tragedy in over three hundred years,” Nick answered simply. “And they’ll keep coming after that. I’ll lose everything.”

  You hold eye contact with him. “What happens if you die?”

  “The same thing,”

  “Well, then what-” you cut yourself off as you lean back in the chair, your arms falling on the rests at either side of you. “What happens if you end up deciding to sacrifice someone.” You didn’t phrase it like a question, mainly because you already knew the answer and because you wanted to hear him say it again.

  “Shadyside will continue its poverty, have a higher crime rate than normal and it will see another local turn into a ruthless killer,” Nick said everything with a straight face and you wondered how he kept this all to himself for nearly two decades. 

  Your shoulders became less tense as you asked, “What are you going to do?” The only response you got was the sound of the embers cracking as they burned. “Are you going to do the ritual? Sacrifice someone?” 

  He glanced over at you, your grey sweater falling off your shoulder without you realising. He saw the start of one of the three large scars that lined your chest and his heart dropped. He never did get to see what they looked like now, not that he’d want to see visible evidence of what he caused, but he knows you wear them beautifully.

  Nick looked at the ground as he laced his fingers together, draping his arms over his knees. “I wanted you to hear it from me first, before the rumors started,” he said after a few seconds. “That’s why I asked you to come over.”

  Your brows furrowed as you leaned forward. “What rumors?”

  “I’m not going to go through with it,” he said, looking up at you. You leaned back in shock, your brows raising now as you took in what he said. “I can’t do it. I’ve already done enough. I’ve already taken too much. My father, my grandfather…this has gone on long enough.”

  When he is finished, you look him over before slowly standing up. Nick watched your every move as you stepped around the coffee table and sat next to him, close enough so that your knees were touching. “What about the legacy?”

  “Fuck the legacy,” he said instantly. “Fuck the power, fuck the wealth, all of it. It shouldn’t have been mine in the first place. None of this should’ve been mine.” He was referring to the massive living room you were in, equivalent in size of your entire house back in Shadyside. 

  You glance around the room before swallowing your nervousness and take his hand in yours. You could feel his eyes on you as you lace your fingers together, and for a second, you’re brought back to the night under the tree, with Nick’s hand being held tightly by your bloodied one. Slowly, his hand relaxes in yours as you sit in silence. 

  That was the Nick you knew. The one who saved your life and gave you a second chance. 

  “What happens now?” You ask after a few seconds. 

  Nick looks over at you and you hold eye contact, seeing a younger version of himself in his eyes for a split second. “I wait,” he simply said. 

  You tighten your hold on his hand, sitting up a bit straighter. “Then let’s wait,”

-

You and Nick stumbled into the Science and Nature cabin, laughs leaving both your mouths as you try to avoid bumping into the tables and shelves. You stop in the middle of the room and watch as he tucks the keys back in his pocket. “Thanks for bailing me out back there,” you say and fail to hide the smile on your lips. 

  Despite being on different teams, Nick convinced some of the Sunnyvale kids to let him guard you instead of them. The second their backs were turned, he grabbed your hand and ran, taking you with him as he tried to find a hiding place. He ultimately decided on taking you to the science cabin, as he had the keys to lock and unlock the door. You’d be able to hide there until the end of the game.

  “No problem,” Nick answered, looking over at you. “I hate the color war game.”

  “Me too,” you say and tug at the hem of your blue ‘color ‘78 war’ shirt. Glancing over at Nick, you tug the shirt more until it’s over your head and discarded on the floor.  You were left in your white tank top and light blue jean shorts, showing more skin than you were used to, but you couldn’t stand to wear it any longer. “Hope you don’t mind.”

  Nick quickly shook his head, averting his eyes from your form once you looked over at him. “No, not at all,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor. The sound of kids laughing was heard outside the cabin, making both you and Nick look out the window. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit down behind one of the shelves. “As long as we stay hidden and quiet, they won’t find us.”

  You nodded, trying to ignore the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away from yours. 

  “What?” He asked after he caught you staring at him.

  Shaking your head, you move your hand so your fingers are laced with his. Nick only then noticed that he had failed to drop your hand, not that either of you minded, anyway. “Nothing,” you say quietly. “Can I just try something?”

  Nick nodded, his heartbeat picking up slightly when your free hand came up to caress the left side of his face. His eyes closed the second you leaned in and connected your lips, kissing him and unknowingly taking his breath away for a couple of seconds.

  It was a quick kiss, just to test it out. 

  You share a look before his free hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear, leaning to down kiss you again, this time for much longer.

-

Time went on until the clock read 12:01 AM.

  Your lips didn’t break away from Nick’s for a second, your hands gripping the hem of his shirt while his caressed the sides of your face.

  The sound of glass breaking outside was heard, followed by the sound of one of Nick’s neighbors screaming. Not even then did you pull away from him. 

  You kissed him for who knows how long as Sunnyvale slowly fell apart just outside of his house. 

  The legacy was shattered, the power the Goode’s held for centuries weakening as the seconds passed, but Nick couldn’t bring himself to care. 

  He should’ve known that his life would end up here. Powerless, hated and blamed but with you. He could live with what happened, just as long as you never left him alone to deal with the baggage that came with being a Goode. 

  As he deepened the kiss, pushing into you slightly, he had a feeling that this was just the beginning. 

-

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➪the one where nick is a secret sweetheart. (requested)

WARNINGS: physical abuse, emotional abuse, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injuries, a prank involving a snake (he’s fine, don’t worry), fluff, angst (if you count this as angst), kissing, fear street themed topics, sheila (enough said), harassment, counselor x camper relations

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You weren’t sure what you did to receive such a large amount of harassment. You didn’t like to victimize yourself, especially against Sunnyvalers, but that was exactly what it was, harassment. 

  What else would you call it? You were currently standing under a big tree, your arm held tightly by one of the campers that was from Sunnyvale. You only recognized two, one being a girl named Sheila and the other being Will Goode.

  He was the younger of Nick Goode, the only counselor you liked even a little bit as he was the only one who didn’t go out of his way to torment you. Then again, he was a Sunnyvaler, so maybe he was just better at hiding his hatred for you. Either way, he had come to your rescue more than once and you think that Sheila took you out here for that exact reason. It would be much harder for Nick to come and save you from them if you weren’t on the actual campgrounds. He wouldn’t even know where you were. 

  “What do you want Sheila?” You ask, attempting to pull your arm free but it just resulted in the girl digging her painted nails into your skin. 

  “You know exactly what I want,” she sneers, walking in a circle around you like you were her prey, and at that moment, you felt like it.

  “What?” You ask, ignoring the pain in your arm. “What is this? An interrogation?” You weren’t one to go down without a fight, but in reality there wasn’t much at all that you could do to defend yourself at this point. 

  “No,” she said, grabbing your other arm and pulling it away from the side of your body. You winced but did your best to hide it. “An interrogation means you have a chance to defend yourself.”

  She reached into your pocket and pulled out the ten dollars your mother had given you when she dropped you off at camp a couple of weeks ago. You didn’t want to keep it somewhere in your cabin as you knew Sheila would most likely find it, so you kept it with you at all times. It was, clearly, the wrong decision on your part.

  “I knew it,” Sheila held the money up. “Not only are you a witch but you’re also a thief.”

  “I’m not a thief,” you muttered. “My mom gave me that. Give it back.”

  She just laughed and ripped the money in half, letting the pieces fall to the dirt covered ground. “Tie her up,” she said to Will, who looked a little too happy to oblige. 

  “Wait,” you tried to say but Will just grabbed your hands, pulling them up and above your head. He held them together and tied the rope to a tall branch of the tree, making you stand on your tippy toes. “Ow, that hurts.”

  Will just stepped back and admired his work, a curve in his brow and a smirk on his lips. 

  You felt extremely uncomfortable and defenseless, so when Sheila stepped towards you, your legs kicked at the dirt beneath you, sending a wave of dirt and dust towards her. “You bitch,” she gasped, looking down at her dirt covered shoes. “These were expensive!” She leaned forward and punched you, the force of it making your head turn to the side. 

  You could feel the dripping feeling of blood falling from your nose and onto your lip, the metallic taste making you scrunch your face up. You wanted nothing more than to hold your sore nose and relieve the ache in it but the only thing you could do was let the red substance drip down your chin. 

  “What a sight to see,” Sheila laughed, making Will and the other two campers laugh as well. You were humiliated and had never felt so on edge in your entire life. You were once again asking yourself what you did to deserve this treatment. “Give me your switchblade.”

  Will’s laughter immediately stopped as he looked over at her. “What?”

  “Give me the blade,” Sheila repeated as the other girls exchanged a nervous look with one another. 

  “Seriously, Sheila?” One asked. “I think she’s had enough.”

  “Shut up,” she said, grabbing the blade from Will. 

  “I don’t know about this,” he trailed off. “Maybe she’s telling the truth. Maybe that money was actually hers.”

  “Please,” Sheila rolled her eyes as she stepped closer to you. “She wasn’t telling the truth. She’s a liar, just like the rest of you Shadyside scum.”

  “Wait, stop,” you tried to move away from her but you couldn’t even move an inch back. “Please, stop.”

  “Grab her legs,” Sheila told the girls. “Hold them.”

  “Can we just go back? This is getting really-”

  “Hold them,” she repeated, watching as the two girls hesitantly made their way over to you and held your legs in place. 

  “Please don’t,” you say to one of them, only receiving a somewhat sympathetic look in return. “Don’t, please.”

  “Shut up,” Sheila closed the distance between you two. There was nothing you could do as she brought the blade up and close to your eye, the tip of it poking into the soft skin below it. “You have really pretty eyes, you know. It’d be a shame if something happened to them.”

  The blade sliced against your skin just as the sound of a whistle was heard, making Sheila quickly step away from you. She pushed the blade into Will’s hands as Nick and Kurt made their way over to the scene. 

  “Get away from her,” Nick said as Kurt let go of the whistle, letting it fall against his chest. 

  “Shit,” one of the girls mutters, quickly standing up and stepping away from you.

  “Fuck,” Sheila mumbled. “Nick to the rescue once again.”

  Nick was at your side within seconds, untying the rope from your wrists and placing his hand under your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at your still bleeding nose. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” you mutter, stepping away from him and gently pressing one of your fingers against the cut under your eye. You hissed and pulled your finger away, groaning at the sight of blood on it. 

  “We should get you to the nurse,” he said, gently placing his hand on your arm. 

  “We?” You ask, stepping away from him. “There is no we, Nick. There’s you, and them. The Sunnyvalers. Then there’s just me.”

  You turned and headed towards the tree line, making your way back to camp. You failed to notice the rough shoulder bump Nick gave Will as he followed after you, wanting to make sure you were okay. “You and I are talking later,” he muttered, leaving no room for Will to argue as he turned and began to jog to catch up with you. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that.”

  You turned and looked at Nick. He had slowed his jog to a walk and kept up with your pace. “It’s fine,” you say quietly. “It’s not your fault.”

  “Yeah, well, it might as well be with how guilty I feel,” he mumbles. “I had no idea it was that bad.”

  He went to grab your arm and turn you to face him, but you stepped away. “That’s because the Sunnyvaler’s play up everything,” you say angrily, surprising Nick with your change of tone. “Everyone thinks you’re all great and nice but in reality, you hurt people. Physically and emotionally.” You held up your blood covered fingers when you said ‘physically’ as if to further prove your point.

  Nick placed his hands on his hips, looking at the fresh cut on your face as he took in your words. It was true, he knew that. No one ever had anything bad to say about the residents of Sunnyvale. All the hatred was directed to those who lived in Shadyside, which Nick couldn’t understand. How could two towns hold so much tension for one another?

  “Not all of us are like that,” he said and your face softened. 

  Nick had always shown you nothing but kindness and acceptance, but you were hardly functioning properly at this point to notice the truth behind his words. All you could think about was the fact that the verbal abuse had turned physical, and you had the scar that would prove it. 

  “Maybe some of you are just better at hiding it,” you mumble and Nick studies both your expression and words, slightly offended that you truly believed he didn’t care about you. He didn’t get the chance to tell you that he, more than anyone else here (besides his idiot brother), cared about you as you backed away from him. “I’m sorry, but I need to go get this cleaned up.”

  You turned and quickly walked away from him. Nick wanted so badly to go after you, to sit next to you while Mary cleaned your wounds. But, you needed space, that much he could tell.

  He watched you until you disappeared into the cabin before turning around and heading back to his brother and your attackers. If he couldn’t offer you any form of comfort, then he’d offer himself some in knowing that they wouldn’t touch you again after he was done with them. 

-

“This is your second time in here this week, Y/n,” Nurse Mary said, pouring a bit of hydroperoxide on a cotton pad. “Should I be concerned?”

  The last time you were in here was because of the rusted nail you were pushed into by Sheila. She had you backed into one of the cabins and pushed you back into a nail that was sticking out of the wood. That one, you thought, was accidental, but with what she did to you a few minutes ago you weren’t so sure anymore. 

  You bit your lip as the pad came in contact with your open wound. You were surprised that a small cut could hurt that bad. “No,” you mutter, wincing as she cleaned the cut. “Just the same old shit.”

  “The Sunnyvale kids again?” She asked as she placed a band aid on the cut before it started to bleed again. 

  “Yeah,” 

  “You shouldn’t let them get to you,” she said as she began wiping away the dried up blood from your nose. 

  “I breathe the same air as them and they want to kill me,” you say. “I try to stay away from them but they always find ways to torment me.”

  “That’s just how it is with them,” she says, throwing away the bloodied cloths. “If this happens again, I want you to tell someone, not just me.”

  “Who would believe me? They’d just twist it to make it seem like it was my fault in the first place,”

  “Make someone believe you,” she placed her hand on yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Try to always be with someone, so they can witness it happening and believe you.”

  Your mind goes to Nick. He would believe you. He’s seen it happen. He’s defended you.

  Mary must have noticed the conflicted look on your face as she leaned away from you, beginning to clean up the products. “Unless someone already believes you,”

  “Yeah,” you trail off. Your head is now clearer than it had been before and you begin to feel guilty about how you treated Nick when he was just trying to help. “I have to go talk to someone. Thank you for helping me.”

  “Of course,” Mary says and you smile at her as you stand up and exit the cabin, looking around to hopefully catch a glimpse of Nick. You saw him standing in front of Will, who was sitting on the steps of the art cabin as Nick gave him an earful.

  You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but with Nick’s body language and Will’s embarrassed expression, you knew he was scolding him. The look on Will’s face added to your blossoming anger. How could he feel embarrassed when it was him who humiliated you less than twenty minutes ago?

  You decided you would apologise to Nick later as you turned and took off in the direction of your cabin, any rational thoughts you had being taken over by your want for revenge and justice. 

-

“Burn the witch while she sleeps. Burn Y/n in hell,” you look up at the familiar voice and watch as Nick enters your room, reading the words that were painted onto the wall above your bed. He looks down at you, meeting your stare as a small smile forms on his lips. “Hey.”

  “Hi,” you say and drop the rag you were using to try and wash away the harsh words. It proved to be completely useless as the sentence was still clearly readable, making you beyond pissed off with an uncomfortable ache forming in your hand. 

  “I like what you’ve done with the place,” 

  “Wasn’t me,” you say quietly, knowing he meant it as a joke but still answering honestly.

  “Could’ve fooled me,” he says and you try to hold back the smile that began forming on your lips. 

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to see if you were okay after..” he trailed off, not wanting to upset you with the reminder of what happened. “You know.”

  “Yeah, I know. I’m fine,” you look down at your hands, playing with the skin around your nails as you think of what to say next. Your mood had lifted considerably with the presence of Nick, something that both shocked and terrified you. You couldn’t possibly let him have that big of an effect on you. “I owe you an apology.”

  That surprised Nick as he furrowed his brows and leaned against the frame of the bunk bed. “For what?”

  “For before, for acting so hostile,” you murmur, looking up at him. “I felt threatened and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair, I’m sorry. I didn’t even thank you.”

  “Tell you what,” he says, standing up straight and walking towards the door. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you watched him pause a few feet away from it. “We’ll call it even if you help me with something.”

  You sat up straighter, hidden interest flooding your veins. “Help you with what?”

  He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and holds them up. “With getting them back,” if the small smirk he wore was anything to go by, Nick was also feeling the need for revenge in the form of a harmless prank. 

  Who didn’t need a little trauma in their life, right?

-

“Stay here and shut up,” Sheila said as she shoved a couple of Shadyside kids into the shack. A Sunnyvale kid backed them into a corner, threatening them as he did so, bringing a smirk to Sheila’s lips.

  “Hey, Sheila,” one of the campers said as he entered the cabin, making her turn around and face him. “This is from Will.”

  He handed her a folded piece of paper. She opened it as he walked back out of the shack, reading the words printed neatly on the small paper.

  SHEILA.

  MEET ME IN THE BATHROOM.

  HURRY.

  -WILL.

  Sheila smirked once again, putting the note in her back pocket as she left and headed towards the bathroom. On her way there, she rolled the bottom of her shirt and tied it, exposing a small portion of her chest. 

  Upon reaching the dimly lit bathroom, she smiled at the scattered flowers that trailed up to the door. “Awh, Will,” she said as she opened the door, her smile growing at the lit candles and flowers that lined the floor. “This is so sweet.”

  She pushed open one of the stalls and was met with another note. She walked into the cramped stall, not noticing the slow moving reptile slowly making its way to her, and picked up the paper.

  LOOK DOWN.

  XO.

  -Y/N THE WITCH, BITCH.

  As she read it, the slimy and slim snake wrapped itself around her ankle. She looked down and immediately let out a scream, shaking it off and jumping on top of the seat of the stall.

  It was at that moment that you and Nick bolted from your hiding spot. Nick grabbed the snake on his way out, holding it in one hand while his other tipped over the bucket of various bugs, letting them scatter around the small space. He slammed the door shut and stuck a screwdriver in the latch, successfully locking her in.

  He bumped into you as you stumbled away, his free hand finding yours as you both ran in the direction of the nature cabin to return your accomplice. Laughs escaped the two of you as you entered the cabin, Nick’s hand leaving yours so he could put the snake back in its terrarium. 

  “That was awesome,” you say as you watch him pull off the top of the terrarium and place the snake on the log inside of it. Once it was secured, he walked over to you, a boyish grin on his face.

  “Hell yeah it was,” he agreed and you did nothing to stop the smile from completely taking over your lips. 

  “Thank you,” you said it so quietly and so wholeheartedly that Nick felt his heart skip a beat. 

  “I know it doesn’t make up for what she’s done to you,” he starts. “But it’s nice to see her get a small bit of what she deserves. Almost feels like justice.”

  “It is justice,” you step closer to him, taking the chance to wrap your arms around his waist before your confidence runs out. You held your breath for a few seconds as you did so, nervous that he’d push you away or not return it, but you sighed in relief when his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He was leaning down slightly so his chin was resting on top of your head that was flat against his chest. “Thank you, Nick.”

  “You’re welcome,” he mumbles, holding on to you for a few more seconds before pulling away. He kept one of his hands on your forearm, his other reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “If Sheila, or anyone for that matter, does anything to hurt you, I want you to tell me, okay?”

  “Okay,” you give him a nod and a small smile.

  He returns it briefly. “I mean it,” he says more seriously. “Come find me, or I’ll find you. Better yet, stick around me for the rest of the summer.”

  “Okay,” you repeat and Nick’s shoulders visibly relax, satisfied with your answer. “So, when should we go and let her out?”

  “Let her stay in there for a while,” he says. “Have her really think about her life choices before we go and get her.”

  You nod again and realise that Nick was still holding your arms. You also realise just how close you were to him. The fuzzy feeling from before came back but this time it nearly took over your entire body. You had to step away. 

  “So what should we do in the meantime?” You ask as you step back. 

  “Well, I don’t know about you,” he trails off, looking out the windows. They were covered slightly by the campers' paintings from earlier, but Nick could still see that the boring game was still going on outside. “But I really don’t want to participate in the color war.”

  “You have no idea how much I hate that game,”

  “I think I might,”

  If the smiles you gave one another were anything to go by, you knew that the two of you would be spending the rest of the evening together. It was partly to avoid the discriminating color game, but you also couldn’t deny your want to spend more time with the guy who has gone out of his way, more than once, to defend you. 

  You could only assume he felt the same about wanting to spend the rest of the night with you as well, as how else could you explain the hour long, and still going, conversation you were both currently invested in? 

  You were sitting on the floor with your backs against a shelf as it was a good way to ensure no one saw you in there.

  It had gone quiet for a few seconds, the both of you trying to think of what else to talk about before you had to go and let Sheila out. There was one thing you had been wanting to ask him since the first time he saved you from your bullies, and you really couldn’t think of a better time to ask than now. 

  “Why do you care so much about what happens to me?” Nick immediately looked over at you, confusion lacing his features. 

  “What do you mean?” What he meant was what kind of question is that?

  “I mean, why do you care about helping me so much?” You really weren’t sure where you were going with this. You were expecting a simple answer to your first question, one that answered it in one sentence, then you could move on from the topic. “You said earlier that if anything else happens to me, to tell you. Why do you care so much?” 

  “Why do you get bullied so much?”

  The question completely caught you off guard and you visibly moved back without even meaning to. He didn’t ask it with the intent of embarrassing you or to make you upset, that much you could tell. He asked it in a quiet and soft voice and you didn’t feel the embarrassment or belittlement of before when you were with Sheila.

  It made you think, though it was a relatively simple answer. “Because I’m from Shadyside,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders. “Because I’m different. ‘Cause I’m alone.”

  Nick looked away for a second, bumping his shoulder with yours before looking back at you. “But you’re not alone,” he simply said and your face softened with the realisation of his words. Ever since he had found out about your bullies, Nick hadn’t been more than a few feet away from you when in crowded areas, and always found you just to check on you after hours. You hadn’t been alone, not since you met him. “Your answers are the same as mine. I care so much because someone has to. Not because you need someone to come in and save you from everything life throws at you, but because you need to see that you’re capable of making people feel things, other than hatred.”

  You looked up at him, listening closely to his every word, seeing just how much he meant it. He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his chest, just over where his heart is. 

  “You need to know that every time I see you I feel the overwhelming feeling of need to make sure you don’t burn out, that you don’t become his hollowed version of yourself just because people are complete assholes,” while he pours his heart out to you, he keeps your hand on his chest while his free one reaches up to gently rest against the side of your face, his thumb gently running over the band aid. “You make me feel things I never thought I’d be able to feel, let alone this strongly. I care so much because I care about you. More than you know.”

  When you were sure he was done, you take the chance to bring the hand that wasn’t placed on his chest up to rest on his shoulder. “I think I might,” you repeat his words from earlier. It brings a smile to his lips that you only see for half a second before you lean in, tilting your head up to press your lips against his.

  It caught him off guard for a second before he kissed you back, his hand leaving your wrist and coming up to rest on the other side of your face. 

  It was a kiss that said everything you didn’t. It told him that you felt the same way and that you cared about him, too.

  You pulled away and looked down, your breath hitching when Nick leaned in again to place his forehead against yours. You stayed like that for a few seconds before he pulled away from you, his hands falling from your face. “So,” he says. “Now you know why I care so much.”

  You don’t stop the grin that forms and grab his hand, interlacing your fingers together. “I guess I do,”

#nick goode #nick goode smut #nick goode fluff #nick goode x reader #nick goode imagines #fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street imagines #Fear Street x reader #fear street 1978 imagines #nick goode 1978 #nick goode 1978 imagines #nick goode 1978 x reader #ted sutherland #ted sutherland x reader #ted sutherland imagines #angst #fluff

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➪the one where you and nick spend halloween together. (request)

WARNINGS: smut, drinking, smoking, established relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, descriptions of smut, slight innocence kink, mentions of drugs, mentions of drugging

Happy Halloween, beauts!

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You couldn’t believe you had managed to convince Nick to go with you to the Halloween party your best friend threw every year. Considering his love-hate relationship with the holiday, to say you were surprised when he said yes would be a massive understatement. 

  It was the same old thing, wear a costume, bring a guest if you want and prepare for a wild night. Your nights were never wild, they were actually pretty boring, but you still went every year in support of your friend of over a decade. 

  You weren’t one to go overboard with your costume, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention with an over the top outfit. This year was no exception, though the only change was that you and Nick would be wearing matching costumes. Sort of. 

  The white dress reached to the middle of your thighs, the fabric more flimsy than you had hoped for. It was too late to change now, though, so you would have to deal with the slightly uncomfortable dress for the time being. 

  You applied a gloss over your blush colored lips, finishing off your somewhat natural makeup look. Your eyeshadow was light brown, the black winged liner done neatly on top of it. The only thing that was missing was the halo that would complete your outfit. 

  Before you could grab the headpiece, Nick poked his head in from his place in the bathroom. “I have a question,” he said before his eyes widened at your appearance. “Woah.”

  A small, shy smile formed on your lips and you turned to look at him. “You like?”

  “I love,” he said and walked over to you, his mouth turning upwards in a smirk. 

  You shook your head, your hands sliding up his bright red shirt and resting on his chest while his grabbed your waist. “What’s your question?”

  Nick looked confused for a second before he remembered why he even entered the room in the first place. “I was going to ask how in the hell this was supposed to be a couples costume,” he said, his voice quickly becoming laced with lust. “But I think I just figured it out.”

  You laughed, standing on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain without meaning to. “You haven’t seen the best part,” you say and move away from him, reaching into the bag that was on your shared bed. “I bought these this morning while you were asleep.”

  You handed him the devil ears, the color of them matching his shirt perfectly. His brows raise slightly as he takes them from you. “Had I known I’d be wearing something this degrading, I probably wouldn’t have agreed to go,”

  You rolled your eyes, taking out the halo that you would be wearing, along with the medium sized angel wings from your closet. Nick sat on the bed, watching as you put on your accessories, his own being left forgotten beside him. 

  When your costume is complete, you do a small spin, your body being nearly encased in the wings, and turn to face your boyfriend of two years. “So,” you start. “What do you think?”

  Nick looked you up and down, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek as he stood up. “I think,” he trailed off, walking in a circle around you to be able to take in your costume in its entirety. “We should forget about this party and stay home instead.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling your back against his front. He had to crane his neck around your wings to be able to place a kiss to your exposed shoulder, his lips moving higher until they were just below your ear. 

  “We can’t,” you say, yet make no effort to pull away from him, even going as far as titling your head to the side so he could kiss all up and down your neck. “I made a promise.”

  “I didn’t,” he replied, leaning down further so he could give you a proper kiss, but you finally regained your self control and moved away from him.

  “You promised me,” you point out, watching as he gave you an annoyed look.

  “Fine,” he gave in, taking the devil horns from you once again when you picked them up from the bed. He stood in front of the mirror and raised the band over his head, looking at himself in disgust once the ears were on. “Oh, God. We’re really going to be that couple?”

  “Yes,” you finish off his costume with the dark red cape that fell past his waist. “There. Now you look as hot as the devil himself.”

  “A cape?” Nick groaned, turning and watching as it moved with him. “That doesn’t even make sense.” To be fair, Nick looked extremely attractive in that moment. You convinced him to let you put grey and purple eyeshadow around his eyes to make them look sunken in and, well, dead, and you had a hard time not jumping on him right then and there. 

  “It makes you look hot. That should be more than enough to justify it,”

  “You’re killing me,” he said, grabbing his keys from the nightstand. “Come on, let’s go humiliate your boyfriend for two hours.”

-

The party was….well, a party. 

  It had the same over the top decorations as always, loud music and more booze than you’d see at any bar anywhere. 

  Your friend, Maeve, welcomed both you and Nick with a hug, thanking you for coming to her annual party before disappearing to go and consume more alcohol. 

  That was around an hour ago and you hadn’t seen her since. During her previous parties, she never left your side, but that was because you always came by yourself. This time you brought Nick, so she most likely didn’t feel the need to spend the entire time with you since you wouldn’t be alone.  

  You and Nick were sitting on the couch in the crowded living room, the smell of smoke and beer filling your senses. You weren’t actually on the couch, Nick insisting that you sit on his lap instead, something you weren’t at all opposed to doing. It was extremely packed with people, so being so close to Nick put you at ease and calmed your small case of social anxiety. 

  The music, while nice to listen to at first, was quickly making you go deaf and you hid your face in Nick’s shoulder, needing to turn your body uncomfortably as your back was pressed to his front. His arms were wrapped loosely around your frame, a plastic cup of some fruity flavored beer in his hand that he was holding for you. You had originally placed the cup on the coffee table in front of you, but Nick didn’t trust a single one of the guys here, all of which were giving you gross looks that showed exactly what they wanted to do with you. 

  There was no way you’d willingly let any of them touch you, so there was a very real chance that they’d try to slip something in your drink to ensure that they have their way with you, something Nick made sure would never happen. 

  Man, this party sucks. 

  But, Nick would stay as long as you wanted to, keeping his thoughts that screamed get me the fuck out of here to himself. 

  You were beginning to regret wearing the wings as they pressed into your back painfully, and you could only imagine that Nick’s chest was being protruded uncomfortably by the cheap wire as well. That mixed with your distaste for the smell of smoke had you standing up, taking your cup from his hand and putting it on the coffee table once again. You held your hands out to Nick, pulling him up and leading him out of the living room once he grabbed them.

  When you were outside, you breathed in the fresh air, relieved that the smell of weed and beer were subsiding. You lean against the brick wall, your wings actually doing you a favor and preventing your back from getting scratched up, and pull Nick close to you. One of his hands found your waist while the other pressed against the wall next to your head, holding his body above yours. 

   “I’m sorry this was so unbelievably lame,” you mutter, your fingers playing with the string of his cape. “I thought that since you would be there with me this time it would be more fun.”

  Nick looked down at you, a quirk in his brow and a playful grin on his lips. 

  “These parties are never fun,”

  He laughs and brushes his nose against yours, placing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay,” he says, his hand scrunching up your dress before smoothing it back down. “The night’s not over yet.”

  That was true, it was only nearing ten and the party would most likely be going on all night, with or without your presence there. No one would notice your absence, except maybe Maeve, but she was nowhere to be found. 

  You stand on the tips of your toes, your hands sliding up to grip the sides of Nick’s face as you press your lips to his. His hand that was above your head finds home on your jaw, angling your head so he could deepen the kiss. 

  Seeing as it was October and the colder weather was more prominent with each passing day, the cool air made goosebumps form on your skin. Your dress did nothing to protect you from the cold and you found yourself pressing into Nick for two reasons; one to deepen the kiss and two to absorb his body heat. 

  It only helped a little and when you pulled away from him, your lips quivered when a gust of wind passed. “We should go home,” you suggest, watching as Nick nodded and took your hand in his, pulling across the street to where his car was.

  The alcohol consumed by the pair of you was close to being non-existent. Nick hadn’t had anything to drink and you only had a small sip of the fruity beer, refraining from downing the cup to pass the time. 

  As soon as you and Nick stepped foot in your apartment, the cape you loved so much in such a short time was off and discarded on the table next to the front door. “I can’t believe you made me wear that,” he muttered.

  “I didn’t make you do anything,” you point out, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. “You wore it because you love me.”

  “I do,” he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Go put that video on while I make popcorn.”

  The video in question was Evil Dead. You had rented it specifically to watch on Halloween so you were quite happy that you ended up leaving the party early to spend the rest of the night alone with Nick. It was even better that both you and him were big horror movie fans. 

  As you wait for the film to load, you take the opportunity to take off the uncomfortable angel wings as well as the halo. You were glad you didn’t spend all that much money on the costume as you wore it for a pretty short amount of time.  

  Tossing the accessories onto the coffee table, you lay back on the couch and lazily throw a blanket over your body. Just as Nick returned with a large bowl, the doorbell went off. He groaned and put the bowl on your lap before he went to answer it. 

  You snack on the popcorn, grinning once you hear the voices of a couple of happy kids. “Trick or treat!” 

  You were glad you ended up buying a box of candy for this exact reason. Your apartment building was very much populated and it seemed as if every other door was the home to a pair of parents and a couple of kids. You’d even go as far as to say that you and Nick were the only couple that wasn’t married and didn’t have kids in the whole complex. 

  “I guess that box was worth it in the end,” Nick said once he sat next to you. He wasn’t much of a candy eater so he didn’t see the point when you bought the box and placed a bowl of candy on the table by the door. He understood now as you both were home this year. Last Halloween, you spent most of your night at Maeve’s party while he spent his drinking and watching stupid movies with a few of his close friends, leaving your apartment empty until you both came home the next morning. 

  “Never doubt me again,” you say, leaning into his side when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, both your eyes glued to the screen as the movie started. 

  Throughout the film, Nick kept his one arm around your shoulder and the hand of his other on your thigh. That hand, however, slowly began moving upwards and inwards, inching closer and closer to that one spot that only he was allowed to see. 

  More than once had you grabbed his wrist and placed his wandering hand in his lap, but each time he moved it back and higher than before. “Nick,” you say slowly, trying to control your shaky voice. 

  He hums, moving his head to place a kiss below your ear. 

  “I’m trying to watch the movie,” you mutter, but you knew your attention was quickly being pulled away from the film as Nick’s lips trailed down your neck. 

  “Go ahead,” he mumbled, taking the half eaten popcorn bowl away from you and putting it on the coffee table. He sat back, pulling you so you were on top of him, your back pressed to his front. “I’m not stopping you.”

  You pulled on the blanket, your fingers gripping it as you tried to relax your shoulders. Nick was making that near impossible as his hand reached around you and rested on your thigh, slowly sliding your dress up. 

  Even though your eyes were on the screen, your thoughts and mind were solely on the man behind you. The man whose hand was inching closer and closer to the place that was quickly beginning to ache with need for him. 

  “Nick,” you try again but don’t continue what you were going to say as his fingers slid up and down your clothed heat. He went back to kissing your neck, this time sucking a mark on your shoulder. 

  “Watch the movie,” he said and you let out a sigh of frustration. 

  You wondered if he had this in mind all along, get you so worked up then tell you to keep watching a movie you no longer had any interest in.  

  “You watch the movie,” you muttered, your hand squeezing the blanket in hopes to remain in control. 

  “What, you want me to stop?” He asks, beginning to pull his hand away when you quickly shook your head and grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand between your legs. 

  “No,” you say, embarrassed at how needy he had made you without even really touching you. 

  Nick laughed, but not in a mocking way. He gripped your waist and sat up, making you sit up with him, and moved his mouth so it was next to your ear. “Lie down,” he instructed and you moved to face him, inching backwards until your head was against the armrest opposite from him. 

  The movie was completely forgotten about as Nick crawled on top of you, his lips pressed to yours. It was a quick yet intimate kiss and he pulled away to trail his lips down your neck. He went lower and lower until he was at the bottom of your dress. He slid the flimsy fabric up and bunched it at your waist.

  One of his arms wrapped around your thigh, holding your legs open, while his free hand slipped your white underwear down your legs, tossing the lacey fabric aside. He was in no rush, clearly, as his index and middle fingers ran up and down your folds, teasing you to no end. “Nick, fuck, do something, please,” if it was his goal to get you to beg, then he achieved that.

  He smirked up at you. “Aren’t you needy?” He hummed. “How am I supposed to give you the treat if I don’t trick you a little first?”

  His devil horns were long gone, discarded with his cape by the front door. His eyes were still dark with the grey and purple you applied to them earlier, and the darkness of your living room made him look nothing short of sinister. You’d be lying through your teeth if you were to say that the sight didn’t turn you on to no end. 

  You sucked in through your teeth when he, despite his words, leaned down to wrap his lips around your bundle of nerves. He sucked and licked, doing anything and everything he knew would make you fall apart for him.

  Your hand went to his hair, massaging his somewhat sore scalp. Those horns definitely came with a price to wear. 

  Nick’s fingers returned to their teasing ways, gathering your slickness on them before pushing past your folds, sliding inside you as far as they could go. Once he was knuckle deep, he set a brutally slow pace while his assault on your clit never stopped. 

  Your eyes rolled back and your hips bucked without meaning to. Nick’s free hand reached up to yours that was resting on your stomach. He laces your fingers together, your eyes meeting his when they open again. “Fuck, Nick,” you moaned, tightening your hold on his hand. “You’re so good to me, fuck. I love you.”

  Your mind was a mess at this point, any rational thought being scrambled as his fingers fucked you into a frenzy. Nick released your clit with a pop, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh. “I’m only good to you because of how perfect you are to me,” he said, watching your face scrunch up at the quickening pace of his fingers and from his words. “I love you, too.” 

  His pace went from quick to slow then rough to gentle and it had your eyes closing and your mouth opening, moans freely leaving it every time his fingers entered you. 

  Your eyes shoot open when his fingers suddenly disappear and you look down, watching as Nick placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking them dry of your juices. “What?” He asks after he meets your glaring eyes. “You thought I was going to get you off using my fingers? Don’t be greedy, baby.” 

  His hand leaves yours and both grip your thighs, spreading your legs apart once more before his mouth returns to you. This time, instead of his fingers, his tongue slipping past your folds and delving inside you. 

  “Oh my, God,” you whispered, even though it would appear that the devil himself was going down on you and not God. 

  Nick hummed against you, sending vibrations straight to your core.

  You looked ethereal like this. You were, without a doubt, an angel. It wasn’t just a costume. Sure, tonight gave you the opportunity to look the part, but Nick wholeheartedly believed that you were a fallen angel, one that fell right into his lap and was utterly and completely his for the taking. 

  His to corrupt, his to taint and his darken for the rest of his life. 

  You were the beacon of light in his otherwise dark world and you had been since the day you met, being the light he never knew he needed or even wanted. He had you and you had him. 

  Your couple costumes were more spot on than you would ever know, you an innocent and bright angel and him an evil and dark devil.

  Maybe that’s what had him so hell bent on getting you off in any way he could. To have you falling apart for him dressed like something straight out heaven was more satisfying than anything he could think of at that moment. 

  His tongue fucked into you, pressing against your walls in a way that had you seeing white for a few seconds. 

  Your hands gripped and tugged his hair while you fought off the urges to grind your hips upwards, not that Nick’s firm hold on your waist would allow you to do that, anyway. “So good,” you whimpered, sparing a glance at the man responsible for the overwhelming feeling of euphoria that flooded through you. He looked so good like this, his brow furrowed in focus and his lips and chin glistening as his tongue made a mess of you. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  Nick smirked against you, his tongue leaving you to lick a stripe up your folds, flattening against your clit. 

  You weren’t going to last much longer, that much was obvious as your legs were beginning to shake out of your control. “I’m close,” you all but whined, holding his hair in a death grip. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan.

  Nick hummed in reply, his tongue going back to fucking you until your stomach twisted and turned in on itself, the knot that had been steadily building up shattering and unraveling. 

  Your whole body froze momentarily before your back arched and your mouth fell open as a loud and lengthy moan fled from it. 

  Nick kept your hips pinned down as his tongue continued to slip in and out of you, unable to take his eyes off the sight above him. 

   When you came down from your high, your hands weakly reached for your boyfriend, pulling him up and away from your sensitive core. His body was on top of yours again, your hand wiping away your release from his chin before you connected your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

  He encased your form completely, pressing down on you as your legs wrapped around his waist. When you pull away, you glance to the TV screen as the end credits begin showing and you wonder just how long it had been since you stopped watching the movie. 

  “I think we might have to rewind the movie,” you mumbled, tightening your hold on Nick as he rests his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around you while also holding him up so he didn’t crush you. 

  He laughed, too noticing the movie that was now over and realising that he had no idea what even happened in it. “Or,” he said, kissing your collar bone. “I could take you to bed.” 

  In all honesty, that was probably the better choice. “Okay,” you agree. “We can finish it tomorrow-” you cut yourself off with a squeal as Nick picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

  There was no doubt in your mind that what he just did to you on the couch, the feeling he gave you, was just the beginning.

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, kinks, this is looong (like 1.3k long)

PSA: I made this filter ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) this man is too fine.

Fun Fact: this is my 69th post 👀

☽︎First things first, you met during his Rise era.

☽︎He was 20-21 years old and you were 18.

☽︎You were close friends for about two years before you mutually decided to kiss, just to see what it was like.

☽︎It was when you two had a bit too much to drink.

☽︎A couple times a month, you, Ted and a few other friends would have a night dedicated to drinking, catching up and letting loose.

☽︎The morning after, once you both slept off the drinks you consumed, you were expecting things to be beyond awkward.

☽︎ Surprisingly enough, he laughed it off and asked if you wanted to go out on a proper date.

☽︎Since then, you two had been official.

☽︎The Good Ones by Gabby Barrett is your song, tbh.

☽︎If you’re driving together (which was very often), his hand is on your thigh the entire time.

☽︎You pretty much share the same music taste, so you always put on a good playlist.

☽︎We all know he has the softest singing voice, so of course you sing together (though, you tend to sing a bit quieter because you just love to hear his voice).

☽︎PDA consists of hand holding, cheek kisses and, if he’s feeling risky, neck kisses.

☽︎So, yeah, he doesn’t care much for excessive PDA, but he also doesn’t mind it at all.

☽︎He wont usually go out of his way to be affectionate with you in public, but has no problem when you cling onto him while you’re out.

☽︎He’s up for going into any store you want to browse in, even if it’s the most girly store ever known.

☽︎If you have long or medium length hair, he often puts it up in a messy high ponytail.

☽︎That, or he messily tries to braid it.

☽︎Either way, his hands are constantly playing with your hair (and making it look so messy all the time).

☽︎You wear his clothes pretty much everyday.

☽︎Usually it’s just one of his t-shirts that you wear to bed (because it smells like him and you’re borderline addicted to it).

☽︎Sometimes you wear his t-shirts or hoodies while running errands as they were a lot more comfortable than your clothing.

☽︎And Ted loves it.

☽︎It’s a way of showing that you were taken and off limits.

☽︎Whenever you go live on Instagram, he’s one of the first viewers and when you post something, he’s one of the first to like it.

☽︎Laughing fits on the regular. 

☽︎You absolutely LOVE when he decides to grow out his facial hair as he pulls it off so well.

☽︎You spend damn near everyday together.

☽︎When he leaves to go film a new movie or show, you’re his number one supporter.

☽︎Posting news about whatever project he’s working on to your twitter/stories.

☽︎Constantly reposting his photos on your story with a random text like ‘look how hot my bf is’.

☽︎He’d never admit it, but he loves how obsessed you are with him.

☽︎Because he was also obsessed with you, but he had more control over it.

☽︎While you’re very open to posting him, he’s very private.

☽︎Will only really post you when it’s your birthday, your anniversary, a time when he’s so proud of you or when you’re his date to a premiere (and even then, it’s usually a post with many slides and you’re usually the second or third slide with the first being a random photo of him).

☽︎BUT he does post many random pictures of you on his stories pretty often.

☽︎One time when he was going over a script with you, he realised that you were actually a pretty good actress.

☽︎Hence, him telling you to audition for a role on Fear Street with him.

☽︎He auditioned for young Nick Goode and you auditioned for Ziggy.

☽︎The day he was told he got the role was the day you were asked to audition for a different one.

☽︎You ended up getting the role of Sam, and Sadie got the role of Ziggy, resulting in a friendship forming between you two (despite your character only being in the beginning of Fear Street 1978).

☽︎This would be your first acting gig and the fact that it was in a trilogy with your boyfriend made it that much more special.

☽︎Neither of you would say it out loud, but you both were jealous that you’d be kissing other people for your roles.

☽︎Attending all the premieres together <3

☽︎You move in together after just under a year of dating.

☽︎It’s a small apartment, but you really didn’t need much.

☽︎Make out sessions all the damn time.

☽︎Seriously, you two could just be sitting on the couch together and the next second you’re either straddling him or pinned under him.

☽︎Speaking of sitting on the couch; your legs are always laying on top of his and his hand is on your thigh. Always.

☽︎You could be watching TV together, on your phones or just sitting and talking to one another - his hand is always on your thigh.

☽︎Touching is his love language, what can I say?

☽︎He’s not big on receiving hickey’s, but boy does he love giving them.

☽︎Your neck, shoulders, chest, thighs, wherever, really. 

☽︎Of course, you can’t help but give him a few - mainly in spots that people can’t see (his shoulders, chest or stomach).

☽︎You guys spend more time outside than inside, tbh.

☽︎Either at the mall, out at restaurants, vacationing with friends or just by yourselves, driving anywhere, exploring, going to various sports games.

☽︎Moving onto your bedroom life...

☽︎Y’all are young, you have needs.

☽︎He’s not one for giving or receiving oral, but it does happen every now and then. 

☽︎Usually, after kissing, you just skip straight to fucking.

☽︎It goes one of two ways, quick and hard, or slow and extremely passionate. 

☽︎Man has the biggest praise kink ever.

☽︎Borderline breeding kink? He hasn’t worn a condom since the third or fourth time you had sex, and neither of you were complaining. 

☽︎Hand holding pretty much the entire time.

☽︎He’s a top, for sure.

☽︎But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t fucking love the view he gets when you decide you want to ride him.

☽︎He’s pretty vocal, too.

☽︎Not necessarily loud, but he’s not quiet either.

☽︎Mostly groans and curses.

☽︎Absolute music to your ears, by the way.

☽︎Aftercare; he’s the sweetest ever.

☽︎He’s cracking jokes left and right while you lay in his arms, occasionally giving you compliments that leave your heart fluttering.

☽︎He’s the big spoon, for sure. 

☽︎He just loves wrapping his arms around you.

☽︎And you love it, too, as you feel so protected. 

☽︎Him coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder is basically an everyday occurrence.

☽︎He’d do it while you’re cooking, on your phone or even if you’re just standing there.

☽︎You guys are chaotic, let’s be honest.

☽︎Like absolutely wild behind closed doors. 

☽︎Raising your voices when having a causal conversation about the most random things ever.

☽︎“What do you want to order for dinner?” -Ted

☽︎“I don’t know, you pick.” -You

☽︎ “I picked last TIME.”

☽︎ “Okay, so pick this TIME, too.”

☽︎ “Just PICK SOMETHING.”

☽︎ “I DON’T CARE WHAT WE EAT.”

☽︎ “You SAY THAT, but always judge whatever I PICK.”

☽︎And he ends up picking anyway. 

☽︎Then there are times when you’re like “Do you want breakfast? I can make you a mean bowl of zucaritas.”

☽︎To which he promptly asks, “what the fuck is that?”

☽︎“Spanish frosted flakes.”

☽︎You often scold him on his smoking habits (but he makes it look so hot, somehow).

☽︎You are one of the FEW people he lets call him Teddy.

☽︎He’s big on pet names; babe, baby, y/n/n, even honey sometimes.

☽︎Fights are super rare, as you’re usually always happy when you’re around one another.

☽︎When they do happen, they’re small and easy to get over.

☽︎The bigger ones have only happened a handful of times, and all times ended with a mutual apology.

☽︎Falling asleep on the couch together a thing that happens damn near every week.

☽︎He will randomly buy you flowers with little to no conversation exchanged.

☽︎He’ll walk into whatever room you’re in, hand you a bouquet of flowers then leave before you can even comprehend what happened. 

☽︎Tells you he loves you EVERYDAY, whether it’s verbally or over text.

☽︎Oh, by the way, your contact name is ‘Lover’ and his is ‘the bae’.

☽︎Overall, the man is obsessed with you. 

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The Break Up - Part 5

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PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

+Tommy’s birthday is completely made up by yours truly as it was never mentioned.

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June 20th 1985

10:48 AM

Things had gotten worse. You slipped even further behind in your schooling, resulting in you having to take a few weeks of summer to finish up all the past due assignments you had. It was that or they fail you, and that was completely off the table.

  In all honesty, you were embarrassed at yourself for getting too comfortable and not taking your schooling as seriously as you should’ve been. A good education was close to impossible to have in a town like Shadyside, and you were ashamed at the fact that you took it for granted for even a second.

  On top of getting caught up on your school work, you were also putting in more hours at the hospital. Eve had told you that if you were to keep up the hard work you’d been putting in, she’d offer you a job there after you were done with school, as well as pay you for the hours you’ve already worked.

  Your volunteer position became an actual job before you even knew what was happening and it only added to the overbearing weight that was currently on your shoulders. You were grateful, but you were also exhausted.

  It didn’t help that your and Nick’s relationship was on the rocks and having Beth constantly being in your ear about ending it. You loved him more than anything, and you knew that you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life, but you were also young. Maybe you had gone too fast, maybe you were rushing into things. 

  It was a Saturday morning and usually you’d be hanging out with Beth and Emma, but you were stuck doing assignments instead. Beth hadn’t been wanting to do anything other than get drunk as of recently, something to do with her and John fighting more often lately, so you hadn’t seen her in a few days. 

  The break from your sometimes overbearing best friend was something you never knew you needed. She had always been the bossy type, but recently she had become extremely controlling as well.

  You sat across from Emma in the food court at the Shadyside Mall, your eyes scanning over the words in front of you but not actually reading them. Emma leaned back in her chair, admiring her freshly painted red nail polish before she looked at her engagement ring and wedding band, her lips turning upwards into a smile.

  Unbeknownst to her, you watched the whole thing and for a split second felt envious of her. She had found someone in this hellhole of a town who loved her more than anything in the world, and her relationship wasn’t judged or frowned upon, like yours. She was one of the lucky ones. “Hey, Em?” You ask and she looks up at her, the smile still gracing her face as she hummed. You paused for a second, trying to figure out the right words. “How…did you know that Steven was the one? Was there something he did? Like a gesture or something?”

  Emma looked caught off guard by your questions and leaned over, folding her hands on the table. “You know Steven, he’s not much of a romantic guy,” she started. “So, no, there was no big gesture or anything like that.”

  “Then what was it?” You asked, your attention now completely taken away from your study book in front of you. 

  “It was more like…a feeling,” she answered, spinning the band around her finger. “There’s this one look that he gives you and you know that you want to be looked at like that for the rest of your life. At least that’s how it was for me. There was this one night where we had planned out everything perfectly, and then when everything ended up completely falling apart, he just looked over at me as if everything would be okay. That’s when I knew that I wanted him forever. Our night had been ruined, but we were so happy anyway.”

  You nodded, your eyes glancing down at her rings. 

  “Why? You’re thinking Nick’s not the one?” Her question made your eyes shoot up to meet hers, your brows furrowed. “Sorry, but I’ve noticed how distant you’ve been lately. That kinda thing can hurt a relationship more than you think.”

  “No, it’s not that,” you trail off, looking around the food court. Nick was across the room, standing in line for the drink stand. You make eye contact for a split second before you’re looking away. “Whenever Nick looks at me, I feel the same way about him that you do with Steven. I get all nervous around him and my heart races every time he enters the room. I know he’s the one for me, but I don’t know if it’s the right time.”

  “Uh oh,” Emma said. “Did Beth get to you, too?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, did Beth give you the whole ‘you’re too young to know what you want’ speech?” Emma asked. “Because she did the exact same thing to me on the ride home from dinner back in February, right after I told you all about my engagement.”

  “Really?” You weren’t all that surprised. Beth was never one to mind her own business. “She gave me a speech, just not that one.”

  “Don’t let her get to your head, okay? It’s your life, not hers,”

  You shake your head and sigh, playing with your fingers. “It’s not like that. I’ve been falling behind in class and with this position at the hospital, it’s been even harder to keep up and I’m just…” you trail off, looking at the scattered papers that littered the small table. “I’m just stressed.”

  “Try not to worry so much,” Emma said, reaching over to place her hand on your wrist. “Everything is going to be fine.”

  You smile at her, though her words did very little to put you at ease. 

  “Man,” she said, looking over at Nick. “That is one frustrated looking boyfriend.”

  You follow her eyes and look at Nick. He was normally good at hiding his emotions, especially in public, but he wasn’t doing the best job at hiding his annoyance at the moment. “Yeah….I’ve been kinda avoiding him,”

  At this Emma’s eyes widen, taking her hand off you. “You what?”

  “Yeah,” you sigh again. “I feel bad, but whenever he’s over at my place, I never get any work done and he’s always asking me if I’m okay. Recently he’s been annoyed that I’m always at the hospital and not with him… it’s just too much for me right now.”

  “I get that, I really do, but don’t push him away just because he cares,” Emma tells you. “He’s a good guy, Y/n. You know that.”

  “I know,” you say, sitting up once you see Nick walking over to the table, a tray of drinks in his hand. “I just wish he understood how stressed I am. I mean, he’s Nick Goode. He’s never had to work this hard for anything. I feel like he doesn’t understand how hard things can be for people who aren’t him.”

  “Have you told him that?”

  “I don’t want to hurt his feelings,”

  Emma sighed. “You can’t keep things bottled up like this, Y/n. It’ll break you beyond repair,”

  “Yeah, I know,” you said quietly. “We’re meeting up later this week. I’m gonna talk to him about it then.”

  “Good. And, hey, if all fails, you still have me,” Emma smiled at you just as Nick reached the table, handing her a pink colored drink. “Thank you.”

  He nodded at her and sat down next to you, sliding you your drink. “Thanks, baby,” you say and grab the side of his face as you kiss his cheek quickly. You tried to ignore the fact that you hadn’t been affectionate to him much recently and the quick peck showed that. 

  He smiled at you before you went back to reading your notes, missing the look he gave Emma and the comforting shrug she gave back to him.

-

June 24th, 1985

12:53 PM

Nick had never been more annoyed and pissed off in his entire life.

  Things were going great, and now it’s as if he was dating a ghost. How did things go so wrong? He tried to think back to when he could’ve possibly fucked up so bad to the point of you feeling the need to avoid him like you were currently doing, but came up with nothing. What had gone wrong?

  He remembered the exact moment he noticed a change in you. It was the night of Emma’s wedding. Things were going fine, until Beth decided to set you up with Luke just to get on his nerves. It didn’t work out in the end, because it was Nick who took you home, after all.

  It was definitely when Beth took you away for a talk that you had drastically changed in so little time. 

  He rolled his eyes. Of course Beth had something to do with it. And just when he thought he couldn’t hate her any more than he already did.

  Nick hadn’t spoken to her since the night at your apartment where she ripped into him as if she knew him better than you did. He had nothing nice to say to her after that night and he swore to himself that he’d keep his thoughts about her to himself, for your sake, but this was ridiculous. Beth was a massive threat to his relationship with you, and he has had more than enough of her games.

  You had told him to come over and help you finish up some assignments, but how could he do that when it seems as if you weren’t home? He gave up on knocking and went to leave when he paused at the top of the stairs, his eyes on the door next to yours. 

  307. Beth Roberts. 

  He walked over to the paint-chipped door and knocked loudly, waiting for your best friend to open it. She did, and when she saw who it was, her expression turned hostile and her eyes squinted. “What do you want?”

  “What do I want?” He repeated the question, looking down at her. She was a lot shorter than him, much like you, and he could tell that his height intimidated her, but she didn’t let it show. “I want you to tell me what you said to her.”

  He didn’t have to say your name for her to know who he was talking about. Her smirk proved that point quite well. “Said to who?”

  “You know who,” his voice was deep and told her that he was in no mood to put up with her bullshit. 

  “I can’t say I do,” she hummed, leaning against the door frame. 

  “Beth, I am not going to do this with you right now,” he said, his voice dripping with masked anger. She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off by slamming his hand roughly on the frame, just inches from the top of her head. He wished he could take joy in seeing her jump slightly, but he was beyond pissed off. “What the fuck did you say to her?”

  The question was asked loudly and Beth looked around to make sure no one peeked their heads out of their doors to see what was going on. “Would you keep your voice down?” She muttered, her confidence leaving her by the second. “I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t have a damn thing to prove to you. Maybe Y/n’s finally realising that you’re not good enough for her.”

  Nick stared at her, his face void of any emotion. He leaned down so his face was mere centimetres from hers, making Beth hold back her want to cower away from him. “I swear,” he said. “If I find out that you said anything to her about me and our relationship, I’ll find you and I’ll make you wish you never even met her.”

  Beth’s eyes widened at the threat and she stepped away from him and into her apartment. 

  Nick gave her one last look before he turned around and walked down the stairs without another word. 

  Beth stood there for a few seconds, her heart beating wildly as she tried to calm herself down. She closed the door and locked it, grabbing her half empty bottle of wine and picking up her phone, dialing your number. 

-

6:46 PM

You sighed as you entered your apartment, tossing your keys onto the counter and throwing your jacket over the chair. 

  While you were in the middle of taking notes from Eve at the hospital, you were paged to the front desk where you were told that someone had called and asked for you. 

  It was Beth with some rather interesting news about your boyfriend. She sounded drunk and completely out of it, so you weren’t sure how much of it was actually true. She rambled on about how your home phone went to voicemail so she just had to call you at work. 

  It was embarrassing, to say the least. She had called you at work to complain about Nick when she could’ve waited until you got home. You could only imagine how unprofessional it looked to see you comforting your best friend over the phone instead of paying attention to what Eve was saying. 

  You changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top, sitting down at the table to go over the notes you took today. Just as you began reading, the sound of knocks were heard. “It’s open,” you call out without looking up from your book. The door opened and your boyfriend walked in, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. You furrowed your brows, not knowing who you were expecting, but definitely not it being him. “I told you I’d see you later this week.”

  “I can’t wait that long,” he said, walking over to you and leaning down slightly to place his hands on the back of the chair across from yours. “I missed you.”

  You sigh as you place your hand on your forehead. “Why didn’t you try to use the key I gave you?”

  “I didn’t know if you were home,” he replied. “I stopped by earlier and waited for a bit. I didn’t know you had a shift today.” He sounded bitter and it fueled something inside of you.

  “So I heard,” you say and watch as he gives you a confused face. “Beth called me at work and told me you went and saw her today. Said you threatened her?”

  “I’d hardly say I threatened her,” Nick said and shrugged the situation off. He sounded so nonchalant that you were beginning to believe that Beth made things sound worse than it was. “Scared her, maybe.”

  “Really,” you squint your eyes at him, looking back down at your notes.

  “Baby, you know I’m not like that,” he said, reaching over to grab your hand. “She’s lying.”

  Before his hand could make contact with yours, you pull away and sit up. “Okay, I can’t do this right now,” you look up at him. “I have to go over these notes so I don’t lose my job.”

  “Will you put the book down for two seconds?” Nick asked, frustration seeping from his words as he tugged at his hair. “I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.”

  Maybe you were acting irrational, but you couldn’t help it. You were running on very little sleep and the call from Beth had made you angrier than you thought you’d be. “So you go to Beth?”

  Nick looked at you with an expression you’ve seen many times on him, but not when it was directed at you. He looked livid. “I have to get updates on you somehow,” he muttered, dropping his head so you couldn’t see his face. “You don’t give me any.”

   “I need space, Nick,” you say, your brain not catching up to the words quick enough. “I’ve been so busy and stressed lately.”

  “How would I know that?” He asked, his eyes angry as he stared at you. “You don’t tell me anything anymore.”

  “Nick, please,” you said quietly, putting your elbows on the table and tangling your fingers in your hair out of frustration. “Just give me a little time to figure things out.”

  Nick’s ears were beginning to burn as he felt his chest tighten with anger. “Figure things out?” He mumbled. “Or figure us out?”

  “Nick,” you pleaded, having a bad feeling about where this conversation was going. “Please, let’s talk about this another time.”

  He stood straight up. “No, we’re talking about this right now,” he said. “I don’t see you for days and the one time I do actually see you, you want space? How the fuck am I supposed to be okay with this?”

  His tone was somehow making you stress out more and you shakily sighed, trying to calm yourself down to be able to think rationally. “Nick,” you say quietly. “I think we need to spend some time apart. Just until I get caught up on things.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “No,” you weren’t sure where this was going, but you pushed past your nervousness and sat up straighter, refusing to back down now.  “Please, just go.”

  “Fine,” he muttered, making no move to leave. “Can I see you sometime this week, then?”

  “Yeah, maybe,”

  “Maybe?” He wasn’t getting the hint and you were growing more frustrated by the second. “Come the fuck on.”

  “Jesus Christ, Nick,” you said, your voice raising slightly. “I can’t do this anymore. I need a break.”

  “From what?”

  “From everything,” you were quiet again. “From you.”

  “You’re breaking up with me?” He asks angrily, backing away from you.  “Because I want to actually see my girlfriend every once in a while?”

  “You don’t get it,” was all you could mutter as you refused to make eye contact with him. 

  “Enlighten me, then,”

  At your silence, Nick got his answer. You didn’t want him anymore. 

  “Fine,” he said, pushing aside any rational thoughts as he finally let his frustration out. He always had been too stubborn for his own good. “Fucking, fine. That’s great. First, you tell me you need space and now you’re telling me you want a break less than two seconds after?”

  “It’s not like that,” you tried to reach out to him and make him stay so you could properly talk about it. 

  “Whatever,” he mumbled, pulling away from you and walking towards the door. “Good luck with your school work. I hope you do fucking fantastic.”

  “Nick-”

  “No,” he cut you off, opening the door and turning one last time to look at you. “Like you’ve been wanting to say since I got here, we’re done.”

  At that, you shoot up from the chair, your brows furrowing. “Nick, that’s not-” you shake your head, beginning to walk over to him. “Nick, wait, that’s not what I meant.”

  Before you could reach him, he turned around and slammed the door shut behind him. You stood there for a few seconds, trying to wrap your mind around exactly what just happened. At the realisation that your relationship was over, tears immediately formed in your eyes and began to fall as you dropped to your knees. Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you sobbed, all the stress and weight of the past few weeks finally becoming too much for you to handle.

-

April 16th, 1985

5:32 PM

“Okay, Beth, calm down,” you say, rubbing your forehead with your hand as you listen to her ramble over the phone. 

  “I can’t!” She said then went quiet for a few seconds. “You know…I’d feel better if you came over and hung out with me for a bit.”

  “Beth,” you sighed. “Nick and I have plans tonight. You know that.”

  Just as you said that, Nick walked into your apartment, takeout bag in one hand and the spare key you gave him in the other. You gave him a quick wave then held up a finger, signaling that you’d be done in a second. 

  He just nodded and placed the bag on the counter, beginning to empty it.

  “I know, it’s too much to ask,” Beth mumbled. “I get it. I’ll be fine.”

  “No, wait,” you say, stopping her from hanging up. You look over at Nick, giving him an apologetic smile while he gives you a confused look. “Why don’t you join us?”

  Nick’s eyes widened as he opened his mouth to protest. 

  “Really? Are you sure?”

  “Why not?” You say, hiding your disappointment that she actually agreed, but also knowing that she needed a friend right now. “Come over in a few.”

  “Okay! See you soon,”

  You hang up and help Nick take out the food, setting it up on the counter. The whole time, you felt his eyes on you, no doubt ticked off at the intrusion of your date night. “What?” You ask and he just shakes his head. “Beth and John had another fight and she doesn’t want to be alone right now.”

  “You shouldn’t let Beth walk all over you,” he said casually, grabbing the plates. You were caught off guard at what he said, his nonchalant tone not being what you expected. 

  “She doesn’t walk all over me,” you tried to defend Beth and yourself, but who were you trying to kid? Nick knew you better than you knew yourself. 

  “She does, baby,” he replied. “And you let her.”

  You shake your head. “She’ll only stay for a bit, then I’ll send her on her way,” you reach over and wrap your arms around his middle, kissing his shoulder through the material of his t-shirt. “After that, it’s just you and me.”

  Well that was a lie. Beth stayed the night and slept on your couch, successfully ruining Nick’s night with you and proving his point of her walking all over you. You tried to get her to go home but she whined and said she didn’t want to be alone, thus resulting in her spending the rest of the night by your side, making Nick sit across the room from you. 

  It was frustrating, for you and Nick, but what could you do? She was your best friend and she needed you.

  You’d have the rest of your life to have date nights with Nick, anyway. 

-

July 2nd, 1985

4:56 PM

An old, sappy romance movie played on the TV as you wrapped the blanket around your body tighter, leaving no room for any air to touch below your shoulders. 

  You knew you should get up and be productive, but you wallowed in self pity instead. 

  Fuck, you missed him. 

  Why hadn’t you fought harder to get him to stay? Why did you push him away in the first place? Why were you such an idiot sometimes?

  You could only continue to lie on the couch for a few more minutes before you had to go to the hospital, and that thought alone filled you with dread. You quickly realised that Nick really was one of the few beacons of light in your life. He’d been out of your life for less than two weeks and you felt as though you lost a part of yourself. 

  How tragic that story turned out to be.

  A few more minutes pass before you finally get up and change into dark blue scrubs, tying your hair into a low bun as you look for your keys. 

  Three knocks were heard against your door before it opened and in walked Beth.

  You hadn’t talked to her much since she called you at work, something you were still ticked off about. “Hi, Y/n/n,” she said as she made herself comfortable on the couch. “So, John and I had another fight. Can you believe it? Do you want to come get drunk with me at Marley’s?”

  You stopped looking for your keys to glare at her, gesturing to your current attire. “Does it look like I can do that right now?” You muttered, grabbing your bag and slinging the strap over your shoulder. 

  “Jesus,” Beth held her hands up in defense. “What’s wrong with you?”

  A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes. “Nick and I broke up,” you hadn’t told her yet and the poorly hidden smirk on her face was the exact reason why.

  “Awh, honey, I’m so sorry-”

  “Don’t bother, okay?” you cut her off, spotting your keys on the kitchen chair. “I know you hated him and were just waiting for the day he broke my heart. Well, that day was a week and a half ago, and it was my own fault.”

  You walk over to the door and swing it open, not bothering to shut it behind you as you knew Beth would follow you. “Oh, don’t say that,” she said, following you out into the hall. “You weren’t meant to be. That’s not your fault.”

  You stopped walking and turned to face her. “I actually think we were, but I fucked up and pushed him away,” you muttered. “All thanks to you.”

  She grabbed your arm as you turned away. “Excuse me?” She roughly let go of you, crossing her arms over her chest. “How is any of that because of me?”

  You rolled your eyes. “Come on, Beth. You had it out for him from the second you saw him,” you say and this time Beth rolls her eyes. “You never gave him a chance! You were constantly in my ear, telling me to break up with him every four minutes.”

  “Please,” she scoffed. “It’s not my fault your taste in men sucks. He was the one who was never truthful. He was manipulating you the entire time! I can’t believe I thought you were smart enough to realise that.”

  That made any and all words die in your throat. So this is what she thinks of you? She thinks you’re stupid and clueless. 

  This was the last time you let her walk over you. Fuck, you should’ve listened to Nick. “You’re right, Beth,” you start. “I’m stupid and that’s why I got into college while you sit at home all day and get drunk. I’m stupid and that’s why I got offered a full time job at the hospital after I finish school. And I am so stupid for not realising soon enough how stuck up and opinionated you are.”

  Beth opens her mouth in shock, but no words come out, and steps away from you as if your words physically hurt her.

  “But the thing I was most stupid for was letting go of a great boyfriend and an even better guy,” you finish and turn around, walking down the stairs and ending the conversation there. 

  Beth watches you go, anger, guilt and sadness running through her body. 

  Finally, you were beginning to stand up for yourself. Finally you told Beth that she doesn’t have a say on everything in your life. Finally you were relieved of the pressure that came with being her best friend.

  Was this repairable? You didn’t know. But at the moment, you didn’t care. It was time you stopped letting people walk all over you.

-

July 4th, 1985

6:43 PM

The cemetery was surprisingly peaceful in the evening. This is where the dead go to rest, after all. 

  You walk through the seemingly endless rows of headstones until you find his, the stone marked red with graffiti. 

  Thomas Slater. 

  March 17th, 1960 - July 19th, 1978

  Son. Brother. Friend. 

  You reach out and run your fingers over the word brother before putting your palm flat against the stone, closing your eyes for a few seconds. 

  He’s probably so disappointed in you. It had been months since you last visited him, and to be honest, you were just as disappointed in yourself. 

  You hold a single tulip in your free hand, admiring the pretty flower as you think over your words. What do you say to someone who might not even be listening? 

  With a heavy sigh, you place the tulip onto the dirt beneath you, knowing that it would soon, too, be among the dead. “I don’t know if you can hear me,” you start, looking over the headstone. “Tommy…..things are bad again.”

  The last time you visited your brother was back in April, when you first started falling behind in class. You realised that you only ever came to talk to him when something bad was happening or was going to happen. Like now, with both your schooling and now Beth. It was a habit you needed to change. 

  “I know it’s been a while since I last came to visit you. I wish I had an excuse, but I don’t,” you shakily sigh, reaching up to quickly wipe away the few tears that had fallen. “I feel like I’m failing. I feel like I’m letting everyone down. Mom, dad, you. You were always so proud of your little sister.” 

  Your hand held onto the necklace that he had given you days before he left for camp, knowing that he’d miss your actual birthday. The last thing he had ever given you.  

  “I sometimes forget that I’m older than you now. But I’ll always be your little sister. Always,” you don’t bother to wipe away the tears at this point. The cemetery was abandoned, leaving you alone with hundreds of dead people, so no one (alive) would see you cry. It was oddly comforting. “My birthday is in a few days. I’ll be twenty one….you’d been twenty five.”

  You reach over and attempt to wipe away the red spray paint, hardly being successful. 

  “I’m gonna make things right. I’m gonna do better,” you wipe the red paint onto your jeans. “I want you to still be proud of me.”

  After a failed attempt at wiping away the paint, you read the simple word that hurt your heart more than anything. 

  Monster.

  “You weren’t a monster, Tommy. You were the best brother anyone could ever have, and I was lucky to have had you in my life. I’d do anything to have you here again,” your voice broke at the end, and you could only imagine how broken you looked in general. 

  You read the headstone once more, your eyes lingering on the date of his death. 

  “I miss you, Tommy. I love you,” you stand up, brushing the dirt off from your knees. You step forward and rest your hand on the top of the grave. “I’ll visit again soon, I promise.”

  With that, you turn around and walk away, not being able to bring yourself to glance back as you exit the cemetery. 

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Something Blue - Part 4

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May 28th, 1985

3:56 PM

“I’m so excited for tonight!” Emma said as she threw her body next to yours on your couch. “Thank you so much for planning this, Beth. I love you both so much.” She took your hand in hers while smiling at Beth, who stood a few feet away, a pen and a notebook in her hand. 

  “You’re welcome,” Beth mumbled, returning the smile before going back to scribbling on the yellow paper. 

  “I’m excited for your wedding,” you grab a throw pillow and place it on your lap. “I still can’t believe you want me to be your bridesmaid.”

  Emma had asked you to be her bridesmaid and Beth to be her maid of honor, and to say that you were thrilled would be an understatement. “Of course I want you as my bridesmaid. You’re my friend,” Emma answered, laying her head on your shoulder. 

  “I can’t believe I’m the only one freaking out about the flower arrangement mess up,” Beth muttered as she flipped onto a new page of the notebook. “Your wedding is in less than a week and the morons at the flower shop messed up everything. How are you not freaking out right now?”

  Emma just shrugged, grabbing the bowl of chips you put on the coffee table earlier. “They’re the best in town,” she said. “I have faith they’ll get it sorted in time.”

  If Beth was a cartoon character, you’re sure there would be steam coming out of her ears right now. “Faith? Are you serious right now?” She dropped the notebook onto the table and crossed her arms. “And what if they don’t get it sorted in time? What will we do then?”

  “Then we make sure to not recommend them to anyone and figure something out with another florist,” 

  Beth’s eyes widened at Emma’s calmness, frustration clear on her face as she sat down on the armrest of the couch. “Beth, you’re freaking out more than the bride is,” you said, making her look over at you, her shoulders tensing up. “Just relax. Everything will work out in the end.”

  “That’s easy for you to say,” Beth mumbled, grabbing a handful of chips from Emma. “You got the easy job. I’m the maid of honor. All these fuck ups fall on me.”

  You tried not to let the way she said her role get to you, but she really didn’t need to say it in a way that she knew would make you feel less important. She was stressed, after all, and a perfectionist. You knew she didn’t mean to sound so mean so you hide the small ounce of hurt you felt and instead just shrug your shoulders.

  “Would you like to resign?” Emma asked, putting the bowl down beside her. “I don’t want you stressing out over this.”

  “No, no, I want to be your maid of honor, I just,” Beth trailed off, her shoulders dropping slightly as she exhaled loudly. “I just want everything to be perfect.”

  “And everything will be perfect,” Emma assured her, reaching over and squeezing her knee. “I’ll have my two best girls with me on what will be the best day of my life. How could it not be perfect?”

  You smile at her, bumping your leg with hers. “Speaking of stress,” Beth starts, looking at you. “How are your classes going?”

  Your smile falters at the mention of your current school situation. You were stressed beyond belief at the moment and you thought you had been doing a pretty decent job at hiding it. You really wanted to avoid getting asked about it. “They’re….going,” you trail off. You were beginning to feel pressured with both Emma and Beth staring at you and it had you squeezing the pillow tightly. “I’m a bit behind in one of them, but I’ll find the time to catch up. I’m not worried.”

  You say that, but you know very well that your face said otherwise. 

  Emma reached over and placed her hand on your arm. “Should you be going out tonight? If you want to stay in and focus on your studies, I totally understand. I don’t want you falling even more behind just for me,”

  “No,” you say and place your hand on hers. “I want to come tonight. It’s your night and I want to be there to celebrate with you.”

  Studies will come later. 

  “Okay,” Emma nodded, giving you a soft smile. “Let me know if you need any help studying or anything like that. I was in college, too, once.”

  “Thank you,”

  “Did you apply for that volunteer thing at the hospital?” Beth asked, placing another chip in her mouth, making her words sound mumbled. 

  “Yeah, I did,” you answered. “I haven’t heard anything back yet.”

  “Don’t worry,” Beth gave you two thumbs up. “You got this. They need you more than you need them.”

  You smile at her and in that moment you had never felt more grateful for your friends. You seriously didn’t know what you did to deserve them.

  “Thanks, Beth,” 

  “You’re welcome,” she brushed her hands together, letting the crumbs fall from her fingers. “Now, let’s go get ready for tonight. Something tells me that it’s going to be one of the few we have left with the bride before Steven takes her away on some romantic honeymoon and never returns.”

-

May 29th, 1985

1:46 AM

Okay, so maybe going out tonight was a bad idea. Not only did it distract you from your much needed studying but you also let yourself get a bit too drunk. You were stumbling around the crowded bar, attempting to find Emma and Beth. 

  It had been too long since you saw them last and your drunk self was beginning to worry. You stumbled your way to the bar and steady yourself on the cracked marble. The bartender shook his head at you as he dried a glass. “No way,” he said. “I told you half an hour ago, you’re cut off.”

  You rolled your eyes and waved your hand. “Does it look like I can handle another drink right now?” You asked and watched as he gave you a skeptical look. “I’m trying to find my friends. Have you seen the two girls I was with earlier?”

  He looked in thought for a few seconds, putting the glass down and throwing the rag over his shoulder. “Remind me what they look like,”

  You closed your eyes as you felt a headache forming. “Um, they both have brown hair, though one’s way lighter in color. The dark haired one was wearing a silver dress and had her hair curled,” you described your friends’ appearances as best as you could with your mind quickly becoming foggy. “The other is wearing a dark green dress with, like, six inch heels.”

  “Oh, yeah, I remember them,” he said, grabbing the next glass to dry. “They went that way about ten minutes ago.” 

  He pointed in the direction of the bathrooms.

  “One of them didn’t look so good,” you groaned, knowing that Beth couldn’t hold her drinks if you paid her. 

  “Thank you,” before you could turn around and head off towards the bathroom, the bartender, Derek, got your attention again.

  “Before you go,” he said, sliding a tall glass towards you. “Drink this.”

  “What is it?” You ask and pick up the drink, taking a sip.

  “Water,” he grinned. “I told you, you’re cut off.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered and drank the rest of it, putting the glass back down once you were done. “Thank you, again.”

  With that, you walked on shaky legs to the darkened bathroom, opening the squeaky door and squinting at the harsh light. You held your hand up to it, blocking it from your eyes as you looked at the stalls. They were all empty except one and you could tell from the shoes that it was, in fact, Beth that was in it.

  You walked over to it, opening the unlocked stall and peaking inside. Emma had Beth’s hair wrapped in a high ponytail to keep it out of her face in one hand while her other hand held onto her stomach. Laughs flooded from her mouth while all the drinks Beth consumed poured from hers. 

  “There you guys are,” you mumbled, walking over to the sink. 

  “Here we are!” Emma sang while Beth groaned. 

  “God, would you shut up?” She muttered before she was back to emptying her stomach, making Emma laugh harder. 

  You turned on the tap and gathered the water in your hands. Normally, you didn’t trust the water anywhere in Shadyside, with the exception of your own apartment, but you were beginning to sweat and needed something cold to cool you down enough to be able to help take care of Beth. 

  She groaned again and put her hand on her forehead, twisting the handle and standing up. “Fuck, I need to go home,” she mumbled.

  “Me too,” Emma giggled, grabbing Beth’s arm and wrapping it around her shoulders. 

  “I’ll call Nick,” you say as you dry your face. 

  Nick told you to call him when you wanted to be picked up, though you were sure that he hadn’t expected it to be so late into the night. 

  Beth scoffed and opened her mouth to say something. Her eyes widened slightly before she was back down with Emma holding her hair up.

  “Go call him,” Emma said as she leaned against the wall of the stall. “I’ll stay with her.”

  You nodded, tossing the paper towel in garbage on your way out. You make your way back to the bar and meet the eyes of Derek. “Did you find your friends?”

  “Yes,” you answer, rubbing your temple. “Do you have a phone I could use?”

  He nodded and pointed to the phone hung up on the wall behind the bar. “Go for it,”

  “Thanks,” you walk over to the phone and dial the number of your phone at the apartment. Nick stayed at your place while you, Beth and Emma went out. You ended up taking Beth’s car, knowing that you’d have to leave it there when Nick came to pick you up.

  You and Beth had already planned for you to drive her to the bar the following day so she could get her car back. Nick would have driven you there and back but he was training late today and wouldn’t have been home in time. 

  As you waited for him to pick up, you closed your eyes as a wave of dizziness came over you. It rang for a few seconds, and you began to feel guilty that he had probably fallen asleep waiting for you. 

  “Yeah,” he answered and you could hear the tiredness in his voice. You knew then that he had fallen asleep. Not only was it evident in his voice but from the way he answered.

  “Hi,” you say happily, your mood lifting at the sound of your boyfriend. 

  Nick laughed quietly on the other end. “Hi,”

  “Do you feel like coming to get us now? Emma is totally out of it and Beth can barely stand,” you tell him, hearing his sigh he tried to hide.

  “Yeah, I can come get you,” he mumbled and you could hear as he grabbed his keys. “How are you holding up?”

  Your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s from his question or the temperature of the bar. “I think I drank too much,” an embarrassed laugh escaped you. 

   “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah! Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you answer way too quickly. “I just miss you. Will you be here soon?”

  “I’m on my way,” he mumbled. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “Okay,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Love you.” 

  “Love you, too,” was all he said before he hung up and you were left to wait.

  Beth and Emma stumbled out of the bathroom and nearly fell face first into a nearby table. You quickly walk over to them and wrap Beth’s left arm around your shoulder while Emma holds onto her right one. “Is your boyfriend coming?” Beth asked, her voice lowering as the three of you walked towards the exit. 

  “Yeah, I called him,” you say, missing the way she rolled her eyes. “He’s on his way.”

  “Thank God,” Emma said, adjusting Beth’s arm so it was also wrapped around her shoulders. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold up this lightweight.”

  Beth scoffed but didn’t disagree. To be fair, all three of you were not the best at holding your drinks. Emma was drunk after three shots and a beer, while you were tipsy after the first drink. Beth was better at downing drinks, but she never knew when to stop. This definitely wasn’t the first time you’ve had half her body weight on you as you attempt to exit a bar. 

  “You’re the lightweight,” Beth said as she nearly tripped over her heels. Luckily, both you and Emma had a tight hold on her. 

  “Maybe we should get her some water?” Emma asked and you nodded in agreement. You ditched the pathway that led to the exit and instead made your way back to the bar for the third time. “Can we get some water, please?” 

  Derek laughed at the sight of Beth hanging off you and Emma. “Sure thing,”

  “Hey,” Beth said, looking at Derek. “You’re cute.”

  “Hey,” he said back, handing you the glass of water. “You’re wasted.”

  “Maybe,” she shrugged, sipping on the water as you brought the rim of the glass to her lips. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re smoking hot.”

  Emma gave you a confused look. Even in her drunken state, she still didn’t appreciate Beth flirting with another guy when she was with John. 

  “Okay, boozy,” you say after she finishes the water. “Let’s go get some air.”

  Beth waved goodbye to Derek and wrapped her arms around you and Emma once more, letting you lead her outside. 

  It was then that you saw Nick standing by his car, his hands in his pockets. He looked extremely hot, though you were sure that was amplified by your drunk thoughts. He was dressed in grey sweats, a black t-shirt that was covered by the black jean jacket you loved, and black converse. 

  Your mind quickly becomes consumed with thoughts of your overly attractive boyfriend and you let go of Beth, making her grab onto Emma and put most of her weight on her, and throw yourself at Nick. 

  He caught you easily, his hands slipping out of his pockets to hold onto your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips press to his, taking him by surprise. “You came!” You say happily, hugging him.

  He hugged you back, turning his head to look over at your friends. He nodded at Emma as a greeting before looking at the girl hanging from her body. “How is she?” He asked, not really caring to know the answer.

  “She’s fine!” Emma answered. “She’s heavy, though, so could you…you know?” Her hold on Beth was quickly becoming weaker and Nick nodded in understanding. He pulled away from you and opened the passenger door of his car, ushering you inside.

  He opens the back door for Emma after closing yours, walking over to the struggling girl. “Go on,” he nodded towards the open door. “I got her.”

  Emma hands Beth off and gets in the back, her body immediately slumping against the seat. The last thing Nick ever wanted was to be this close to Beth. He held her against him, his hand holding hers that was draped over his shoulder and craned his neck so his face was as far away from hers as possible. 

  He basically had to carry her over to the other side of the car, opening the back door and putting her limp body in the backseat with little to no caution. You were all too drunk to notice his roughness, anyway.

  He closed the door and lingered outside for a few seconds, dreading the drive back with Beth, before getting into the driver’s seat. He turned to face you and saw you grinning back at him, your head pressed against the headrest. You looked so tired and he had no doubt that you drank too much because of your stress lately. He had asked many times about it, but you brushed it off and changed the subject every time. 

  He looked in the back and saw Emma laughing to herself, her hand placed over her mouth. Beth looked terrible, her face pale and sweaty. “Is she going to be sick?” He asked and Emma shrugged. 

  “She already threw up four times,” she said. “You’d think she’d have nothing left at this point.”

  “I can answer for myself, thanks,” Beth muttered. “I’ll be fine as soon as I can get out of here and away from you.” Drunk Beth had even less of a filter than sober Beth, he figured out. 

  You reached back and smacked her knee in defense of your boyfriend. “Be nice to him,” you scolded. “Look how pretty he is.” Your hands grabbed either side of his face as you stared at him in awe. 

  Nick gently grabbed both your wrists in one hand, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand before placing both of them in your lap. He started the car and set off in the direction of your apartment. You told him that Emma and Beth would be staying at your place tonight so he wouldn’t have to drive across town to Emma’s house. 

  It was nearing 2:30 in the morning and Nick dreaded having to wake up in a few hours for training. Of course, he couldn’t complain too much, you were safe and with him after all. He’d rather lose sleep picking you up than leave you to figure out something for yourself. He knew that when you sobered up, you’d appreciate him taking care of both you and your friends when you were all not in the right state of mind.

  Beth groaned from her seat behind him, cursing afterwards as Emma giggled. “Fuck, I don’t feel good,”

  You turned around to look at her, your brows raising at her appearance. “You don’t look good,”

  “Thanks,” she said sarcastically. 

  Nick rolled his eyes but no one saw as the car was completely dark. “I can pull over if you need-”

  “No,” Beth nearly yelled. “I just need-”

  When she cut herself off abruptly, Nick felt his heart drop. You turned around fully in your seat to figure out what was wrong. “You just need what?” Beth held her hand up as if to silence you. She looked even paler and her hand placed over her stomach was a telltale sign of what was to come. “Nick, maybe you should pull over-”

  Just as you said that, the sound of someone retching filled your ears. Your eyes widened as you saw Beth duck her head down and threw up onto the floor of the backseat. Emma was silent for a few seconds before she burst out laughing. 

  Nick closed his eyes for a second and blew out a puff of air from his mouth. “Too late,” Beth mumbled from behind him. “Sorry.”

  Yeah, I bet you are. Nick felt his shoulders tense up as he looked over at you, seeing the way your brows furrowed like they normally did before you cried. “Y/n,” he said and you turned to look at him, the tears now evident in your eyes. “No, don’t do that-”

  “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, your hands covering your face as the tears spilled onto your cheeks. Your mind was in a frenzy as your entire body burned from embarrassment, your words coming out slurred. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  Nick shook his head, grabbing your hand when you reached out to him. Truth was, you had nothing to be sorry about. He asked Beth twice if she was going to be sick and both times she brushed him off then did it anyway. It was entirely her fault, and something told him she did it on purpose. 

  Your hand held his in a death grip, your other one tugging on his jacket. “I’m so sorry. This is so humiliating,”

  Shaking his head again, Nick kept one hand on the steering wheel and placed the other on the back of your neck, bringing your body close to his. Your head rested against his chest, your fingers bunching up his shirt as he kept his hand there, holding your shaking body against his. 

  “It’s okay, baby,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You were definitely the sad drunk out of the group. His eyes flickered up and met Emma’s in the rearview mirror. “How’s she doing?”

  Emma reached over and brushed Beth’s hair out of her face. “She’s sleeping,” 

  Great, now he’d have to carry her inside as well. 

  Emma grabbed Beth’s legs and placed them over hers so they weren’t dangling over her mess. Fuck, that’s going to be gross to clean up. Thank fuck for car mats.

  Five minutes pass and the sight of your apartment building has Nick sighing quietly in relief. “Okay, we’re home,” he said, overly cheery for the current situation. 

  His voice had you opening your sore eyes and pushing yourself off him. Nick got out and helped you out first, your body slumping against him once your feet hit the ground. “Go help Beth,” you mumbled. “I can get upstairs by myself.”

  You say that, but your wobbling legs failed to back up your statement. “I’m helping you first,” he said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and walking with you into the building. He ended up carrying you up the stairs and into your apartment, gently putting your tired body onto your bed. 

  Emma followed loosely behind you, using the walls as her support. She immediately fell onto the couch, wrapping the blanket that Nick fell asleep with earlier around her body. 

  Two down, one unbearable piece of work left. 

  He opened the back door and cringed at the sight of the contents of Beth’s stomach all over the floor. He dragged her to the edge of the seat, wrapping one arm around her back and the other around her knees. 

  He carried her upstairs and put her on the opposite end of the couch. Beth, in her sleep state, twisted her legs with Emma’s before he could even attempt to take her heels off. Fuck it, he has to go deal with the mess she left in his car, anyway. On his way out, he grabbed the paper towel roll and a disinfectant spray you kept in your kitchen. 

  Walking back out into the dark parking lot for the fourth time within the last hour, he opened the back door again and immediately threw the mat into the nearby trash can. It was infected beyond use and there was no way he was cleaning it off. Cleaning up Beth’s spew was probably the last thing he’d ever thought he’d have to do, and the thought and sight was making him feel sick. 

  He cleaned up most of it but knew he’d end up dropping it off at the cleaners before training within the next few hours. 

  He was quiet when he entered your apartment again, locking the door and quickly making his way to your room. The sound of Beth’s voice had him stopping when he was a few feet away. “You don’t deserve her,” she said, her voice at its normal pitch. If she didn’t want to wake up Emma, she should be a hell of a lot quieter. “You know that right?”

  Nick was hardly paying attention to her, his mind foggy with thoughts of sleep,  so her words sounded muffled. He walked over and stood above her, her figure barely visible in the dark living room. “What?”

  “Y/n,” she said and at the mention of your name, his tiredness faded away. She had his full attention now. “You don’t deserve her.”

  At that, Nick slowly got down into a crouching position and draped his arms over his knees. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He couldn’t believe he was even giving her the time of day.

  “It means you don’t deserve her. You’re bad for her, you know it and I know it,” she said, leaning up on her elbow. “Soon, she’ll see it, too.”

  Nick shook his head, a dry laugh leaving his lips. “You’re drunk, Beth,” he simply said. “And delusional.”

  “Call me what you want,” she muttered. “But we both know that you’re just going to end up breaking her heart.” 

  He refused to take any of this, let alone from Beth of all people. “That’s highly unlikely,” he said, standing back up. “Sleep tight, Beth.”

  She reached over and grabbed his wrist, making him halt to a complete stop. “One day, she’ll know what you are,” 

  Crouching back down, he moved his face so it was only inches away from hers. “And what’s that?”

  “A monster,” she said, her voice dripping with disgust. “A liar and a manipulator.”

  Nick yanked his wrist away from her and stood up, knowing his height would most likely intimidate her into shutting up. “Alright,” he said, his voice void of any emotion. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. One day, soon, you’ll realise that you’re the one who doesn’t deserve her. And that you never did.”

  He stepped away from the couch, watching as she squinted at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She seethed.

  “You’re just a bad drunk who tries to make everything about her,” he said. “But you’re not doing that with me and my life, and you’re sure as hell not going to do that with her.”

  Beth closed her mouth and glared at him. He shrugged and gave her a fake smile. 

  “Sweet dreams, boozy,” with that, he turned around and walked into your room, closing and locking the door behind him. 

  His angry eyes softened once they saw your sleeping form on the bed, your arms wrapped around a pillow and your legs dangling off the edge. He crouched down and slid off your heels before leaning over your body and slipped the straps of your black dress off your shoulders, ridding you from the fabric and leaving you in your bra and underwear. He pulled back the covers and moved your limp body so it was underneath. 

  He took off his jacket and got into bed next to you, your arm instinctively wrapping itself around his middle. He laid with you for a while, Beth’s words pissing him off more than he’d ever admit. 

  Who was she to think she knew anything about him when it was the other way around? He was all too familiar with girls like Beth, and nothing good ever came from them sticking their noses in places they have no business being in. 

  She was a constant threat to his relationship with you, a relationship he waited too long for, but he knew better than to act out on his need to eliminate said threat. He’d just have to put up with your best friend and hate her behind closed doors, for your sake.

-

May 29th, 1985

6:43 AM

Nick didn’t sleep much for the remainder of the night. How could he? He couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping under the same roof as a snake in the disguise of your best friend. 

  He was already late for training when he dressed himself in a black tank top and packed his duffle bag. He kept the grey sweats on from the prior night, seeing as he’d be sweating soon anyway. 

  He placed a quick kiss on your forehead, brushing a few fallen strands of hair from your face before he left your room. Emma and Beth were still sleeping, like you were, so he was quiet when he was leaving, using the key you gave him a few weeks ago to lock the door once he left. 

  Before he left, he called his brother and told him what happened to his car. Will was the worst person when it came to cleaning anything, so he had a bunch of people he paid to clean his house and cars. He said that he’d send someone to pick up and take care of his car, so Nick was left to walk to the gym where he trained. Luckily, it wasn’t too far of a walk, and even less far of a run, but since he had a bag slung over his shoulder, he stuck to walking. It would prepare him for the beat down he was bound to get from Mike, anyway. 

  Walking into the gym, Nick was met with silence. No one else was here except him, and Mike (though he wasn’t sure exactly where he was), which wasn’t unusual. Not many people in Shadyside woke up early and went to the gym first thing in the morning. 

  He set his bag down on the bench and walked around the training room, his eyes scanning for a glimpse of Mike. He could sense someone walking up behind him, but before he could turn around, the person grabbed his shoulder and shoved him into the wall in front of him. His chest makes contact first, saving his head and face from receiving the brunt of the impact. The person takes Nick’s arm and twists it, pinning it to his back once they are done.

  “You’re dead,” the man whispered and Nick felt his shoulders relax at the sound of Mike’s voice. “And you’re late.”

  “I know,” Nick says, pushing back against Mike. He lets him go, stepping away and letting him turn around. “I’m sorry.”

  “What’s going on with you?” Mike asked, his voice laced with frustration. “You’re showing up late, only putting in half the effort you should, ignoring my calls-”

  “I know,” Nick said again, getting defensive at the feeling of being cornered. “I didn’t sleep much last night and when I did it was early in the morning.”

  “What’s the matter? You should be getting nine hours of sleep every night, no more, no less,” 

  “Yeah, I usually do,” Nick brought his hand up to rub at his arm, Mike’s fingerprints leaving a mark on his skin. “It’s just Y/n and her friends were out late last night and I had to go get them-”

  “Your girlfriend again? Are you kidding me, Nick?” Mike asked angrily, walking over to the younger man. “Listen to me carefully. Don’t screw up now, kid. Don’t throw away all you’ve done so far just for some girl.”

  Nick felt his face heat up with anger at the way Mike disregarded you and he wanted to break the hand that was now placed on his shoulder. 

  “With all the work you’ve put into this, it’s not worth losing it,” Mike’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into Nick’s skin. “Your father raised you better than that.”

  Nick could kill him for the way he was talking about you. Mike was dangerously close to stepping over an indivisible line, and he knew it. 

  “I’m here now,” Nick muttered, pushing Mike away from him. Mike stumbled back a few feet, clearly not expecting Nick’s rough shove. “Don’t talk about my father and don’t talk about her ever again.”

  Ever since Nick’s dad died, Mike felt like he needed to take on the role of being Nick’s father figure. It was a figure Nick didn’t need or even want, but Mike didn’t seem to understand that. He was his trainer, his colleague, his friend (if you could call him that) and his unwanted parental figure that was only there to fill in the void his dad left. 

  Mike scoffed as Nick walked into the middle of the room again, bringing his arm up to stretch out the soreness Mike gave him. “Wake up, Nick,” he exasperated. “What do you think is going to happen with this girl, huh? You think you’re gonna marry her? You think she’s going to have your kids and grow old with you? She’s from Shadyside, for fucks sake. Use your head.”

  Mike had no idea how badly Nick wanted to ‘use his head’. His head was screaming at him to take Mike by his neck and throw him into the nearest window. He was quickly losing focus on his rational thoughts as he refused to let Mike, or anyone for that matter, talk bad about you when you weren’t even there to defend yourself. 

  With Mike’s back turned to him, Nick slowly walked up to him. He felt as if he was stalking his prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. “People like her don’t get to live normal, happy lives,” Mike continued, oblivious to the fact that Nick was now less than a meter away. “They just have to sit and wait, probably hoping that they won’t die from boredom in this sad sack of a town. You’d think-”

  Having heard enough, Nick kicked the back of Mike’s knee, resulting in the older man falling forward and catching himself with his hands. As Mike turned around, Nick used his left hand to push him back down, his right forearm pressing against his neck. 

  Mike was now on the floor, his back pressed against the mat with Nick’s arm pushing harder against his throat. He tapped Nick’s shoulder, the usual way of tapping out, but Nick just pressed down onto him more, successfully cutting off any air flow. “What the fuck are you-”

  Mike’s strangled words were cut off by Nick. “I said,” he seethed, using his free hand to pin one of Mike’s down. “Don’t ever talk about her again. Do you understand me?” Mike coughed, his eyes blown wide as he nodded.

  He slapped helplessly at Nick’s shoulder with his hand that wasn’t pinned, his eyes tearing up from the lack of air entering his body. 

  Nick stayed like that for a few more seconds, his arm firmly holding his trainer down by his neck, before he pulled away and stood up. Mike immediately started coughing, rolling onto his side and holding his chest. 

  Nick looked at Mike for a second, his brows furrowing as he let out strangled breaths. He turned around and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to take today off,” he said walking towards the door before he paused and looked back. “Is that okay?”

  Mike, still on the ground and heaving, nodded. 

  “Thanks, Mikey,” Nick said, opening the glass door. “See you tomorrow.”

-

8:56 AM

Walking into your apartment, Nick was surprised to find the door unlocked. He scanned the living room and saw that it was just Emma in there now, Beth seeming to have left while he was out. 

  “Morning!” Emma said, getting up from the couch and smoothing her dress down. 

  “Morning,” Nick nodded at her before looking at the tray with two coffee cups and the pastry bag. “Sorry, I would’ve bought you something but I have no idea what you like.” He dropped his duffle bag beside the counter and unzipped his black sweater he had put on after leaving the gym.

  Emma looked confused for a second before she, too, noticed the coffee. “Oh, no worries,” she waved him off, grabbing her heels and purse. “Steven is taking me out for a late lunch after we go look at some things for the wedding.”

  “Oh, okay,” Nick says, walking past her and towards your room. “I’d give you a ride home but my car-”

  “I get it. I don’t remember much, but I do recall Beth throwing up all over your backseat,” Emma laughed, wiping under her eyes with her fingers and ridding her face of the black makeup that got smudged during the night. 

  “Right,” he trailed off. “Speaking of, where is Beth?”

  “I think she went home,” Emma slipped her heels back on, grimacing at her sore ankles. “Steven should be here any second now, so I should go wait for him.”

  Nick nodded but before he could turn around, Emma called out to him.

  “Thanks for taking care of me last night,” she said. “Not a lot of guys would do that. Y/n’s lucky to have you.”

  At her smile, Nick nodded once more, giving her a smile back. “Don’t mention it,”

  “Okay.” she grinned, walking over to the door and waving at him. “Goodbye.”

  “Good luck with the wedding stuff,” 

  “Thanks,” and then she was gone. 

  When Nick entered your room, the first thing he noticed was your form under the covers. It looked like you hadn’t moved since he left and he realised just how tired you had been over the past few weeks. 

  He was torn between letting you sleep longer and waking you up. You looked like you needed the rest, but he also knew you well enough to know that you’d be upset that you wasted your whole morning. So, he set the coffees and bag down on your nightstand, sitting next to you. He gently placed his hand on your arm and shook it lightly, watching as your eyes fluttered and brows furrowed. 

  You turn your head slightly and meet his eyes, your mouth twitching upwards. “Hi,”

  “Hi,” he grins, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I brought you coffee.”

  Your eyes widened slightly and you sat up, your lower back pressed against the pillows. “You did?”

  Nick hummed in reply, grabbing the cup from the nightstand and handing it to you. You took it, giving him a grateful smile. “It could be like this everyday, you know,”

  You leaned your head back and hummed, reaching over and placing your hand in his. “Like what?”

  “Like this,” Nick said, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Me bringing you coffee in bed and just us being us with no one around to judge.”

  You smiled, bringing his hand up and placing a kiss to the back of it. “Everyone in Shadyside judges us,” you point out. 

  “It’s not like that in Sunnyvale,” 

  There it is. Nick had mentioned the possibility of you moving to Sunnyvale so you were closer to him. It was no secret that you’d have a much better chance at working at the hospital there and experiencing more promising opportunities. You had thought about it a lot, and you would love to move there and live with Nick, but everything you knew was in Shadyside. Your friends, your schooling, and your parents. They’d be heartbroken that you moved away and you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Not with the anniversary of Tommy’s death coming up in the summer. 

  “You know I want to move there and be with you everyday,” you sigh, placing your joined hands in your lap. “And you also know why I can’t.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Nick muttered. “Because of your parents.”

  “My parents,” you agree. “And Emma and Beth-Beth! Oh my God!”

  Nick jumped slightly at your sudden outburst and tried to ignore the fact that your heart to heart conversation was interrupted by none other than Beth. “What’s wrong?” He asked, letting you pull your hand free and lean over him to put your cup on the nightstand. 

  “Your car!” You say, your eyes wide and concern gracing your features. “Oh, God, Beth..she- your cars probably fucked-”

  “It’s fine,” Nick laughed, taking your hand in his again. “It’s being cleaned as we speak.”

  Relief floods your system and you sigh, leaning over and pressing your forehead against his knee. “I can’t believe she did that,”

  “I can’t believe you remembered she did that,”

  You lifted your head, glaring at him for a second. “Of course I remember,” you say. “I wasn’t even that drunk last night.”

  “Is that why you started crying once you realised what she did?” Nick teased, making your face heat up.

  “I did what?”

  “Cried like a baby,”

  You smacked his arm, taking your hand out of his to place both of them on his shoulders, fisting the fabric of his sweater in your fingers. You crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and becoming eye level with him. “I did no such thing,”

  Nick’s fingers traced the wire of your bra before sliding both hands down to your hips. “Are you calling me a liar?”

  You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Maybe,” when Nick went to kiss your lips, you pulled away from him so quickly that you would’ve fallen onto the floor had he not been holding you. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

  Nick rolled his eyes. “Tell someone who cares,” was all he said before he closed the distance between you. He pressed his lips to yours, one of his hands coming up to caress your jaw.

  You kissed him back, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. 

  It didn’t go any further than that, though it was certainly heading in that direction, before the phone in your kitchen rang. You broke away from him, gently bumping your forehead into his before getting up. “I could get used to it being like that everyday,” you hum and quickly leave your room, heading towards the phone. “Hello?”

  “Hi, is this Y/n Slater?” A woman you’ve never heard before asks.

  “Speaking,” 

  “Oh hi, this is Eve from the hospital,” Eve says and your brows furrow. “I was just calling about your interest in volunteering? Are you still wanting to do that?”  

  Your brows raise now and you stand up straighter. “Oh, hi! Yes, I’m still interested,”

  “Great. Are you able to stop by tomorrow afternoon to go over some questions and to pick up a schedule?”

  “Yes,” you answer immediately. “Of course.”

  “Wonderful,” Eve said. “How’s three thirty for you?”

  “Three thirty’s perfect,”

  “Alright, Miss Slater, we’ll see you tomorrow,”

  “Okay,” you say happily. “Take care.”

  You hang up and turn around to see Nick leaning against the doorway to your room, his arms crossed over his chest and a playful smirk on his lips. “What was all that about?”

  “I got the volunteer position at the hospital,” 

  Nick’s brows raise in surprise before he opens his arms and you jump into them, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I knew you would,” he said quietly. “Congratulations, baby.”

  You grin, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” you put your chin on his shoulder and hug him close, breathing in his scent. “Now, if I’m not mistaken, I believe we were in the middle of something.”

  Nick hums, a knowing smirk adorning his lips. “I think you’re right,”

-

June 2nd, 1986

12:46 PM

Today was the day. Emma was getting married. 

  The wedding starts at two in the afternoon, and you wanted to be there extra early so you could help set up as much as possible. 

  You say that, yet here you were, currently fucking yourself on Nick as your hands desperately gripped his shoulders. 

  This was not what you planned to be doing at all, but it just sort of happened. You had just finished getting ready to go when Nick showed up, dressed to damn near perfection in black dress pants, a white button up and a black suit jacket. To top it all off, instead of wearing the standard dress shoes, he had his usual black converse on. 

  It was an overall formal outfit with a hint of casual. And it made your knees weak with want. 

  Nick felt the exact same way once he saw you leave your bedroom in the pastel purple dress that fell to just above your knees. It was lacey and had both shoulder straps and short sleeves and it made you look absolutely stunning. 

  So, with a shared look at one another, you found yourselves on your couch. Nick was sitting against the backrest while you straddled him, your knees digging into the cushions on either side of him. Your hands fisted his jacket as you lifted yourself up and down on him, moaning against his mouth. 

  You had to be quick, both of you knew that, but both of you were also holding back as much as you could to prolong the feeling of bliss and euphoria. 

  Ever since your first time with Nick, you’d become addicted to the feeling he provided you with every time you allowed yourself to be this vulnerable with him. He was your first and you had no problem with him being your last, and it wasn’t just because of how skilled he was in bed. 

  You could genuinely see yourself being with Nick for the rest of your life. He was your chance for a better future, one that was bright and happy. You knew for a fact that you’d have no chance at a happy life in Shadyside had you not met him. 

  Since the first time, you were more experienced and quickly found out that this was your favorite position as it allowed you see, first hand, how good you made him feel. 

  Nick’s hands held onto your waist, his grip tight as he bunched your dress up. You both were still fully clothed, only naked in the parts that needed to be. This was a quick fuck, after all. “We’re late for helping set up the wedding, you know,” Nick said, his words caught in his throat as he tried to hold back his groans.

  Your bounces never faltered as you dipped your head back, whimpers leaving your mouth. “I don’t care,” was all you managed to get out before you felt him brush against that sensitive spot inside of you. 

  Nick smirked, moving one of his hands up to gently grab your throat, his fingers barely wrapping around it so there wouldn’t be obvious marks left behind. “That’s my girl,”

  At the feeling of his hand around you, your eyes closed tightly as strangled moans flew from your lips like a chant. “Fuck, you’re so deep,” you nearly whined, grabbing his hand that was on your waist and slipping it under your dress. You placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen, keeping it there with a tight hold on his wrist. “I can feel you right here.”

  Nick could’ve come right then and there from how fucked out your words sounded and the feeling of himself rubbing against his hand from deep inside you. “Fuck,” he muttered, removing his hand from around your neck and instead placing it on the back of it, bringing your body down and closer to his. Your lips connect once more, this time way messier than before. Your teeth hit against one another’s and your spit became one as your tongues fought each other.

  Nick, the experienced guy he was, won the mini battle and pulled away. Your eyes became fixated on his mouth where you could see traces of your smudged lipstick all over his lips and chin. It was messy and hot all at once and you feel that familiar feeling beginning to creep into you.

  You sunk down onto him faster than before as you turned your head to look at the clock hanging by the door. 

  1:03 PM

  Nick brought your attention back to him as his hands roughly gripped the sides of your face, bringing your forehead down to rest against his. Your hands tangled in his hair, successfully making it messy and out of place, as your legs began to burn with overexertion.

  “Oh, fuck,” you whimper, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder as the feeling intensifies. “Nick.” You moaned his name, unknowingly making his heart skip a beat as a loud grunt escaped his mouth, and grabbed the side of his neck with one of your hands. 

  The knot in your stomach unraveled as your bounces became sloppy and uneven, triggering Nick’s climax as well. You slowed your hips down and rocked against him, riding out both your highs as best as you could. 

  Nick’s hands flattened out your dress once you stopped completely, keeping your face tucked away safely in the crook of his neck. 

  When you finally came back down, you lifted your head and met his gaze, a lazy but satisfied grin forming on your lips. Your hand moved up to wipe away at his lipstick covered mouth before pressing a chaste kiss to it. 

  He reached over and held up your discarded underwear with two fingers, smirking once he saw your face heat up as you grabbed the flimsy fabric from him. 

  You slowly moved off him, holding back a whimper when the feeling of being full disappeared and you were left feeling empty. 

  “I’m going to go fix myself in the bathroom,” you tell him, watching as he nodded and zipped up his pants. You leaned down and grabbed your silver heels as you walked over to the small bathroom. “Then we really need to go.”

-

1:39 PM

  “Oh thank fuck,” Beth said when she saw you and Nick enter the front hall of the small building. She makes her way over to you, her dress that was identical to yours flowing behind her. “Where the fuck have you been?”

  “I’m sorry, Beth,” you say, giving her a guilty smile. It was almost always the other way around, with Beth being the late one. It was a change you weren’t particularly happy about but you were…..busy. “We lost track of time.”

  “Busy doing what?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. 

  Nick just shook his head, leaning down to press his mouth against the side of your head. “I’m going to go find my seat,” he murmured and kissed the spot before pulling away from you, glancing at Beth for less than half a second. “Good luck.”

  She glared at him as he walked into the room where the wedding was being held. He was, unfortunately, just a guest and not in the actual wedding like you were.

  Beth looked at you, then at Nick, then back to you, her eyes scanning you up and down. “You guys were fucking, weren’t you?”

  You laughed as soon as she said it, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. She just glared at you. “Oh come on, look at him,” you say and watch as he disappears behind the heavy doors. “He looks fine.”

  Beth scoffed, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you off to where Emma was getting ready. “He could look like the hottest man in the entire world and it still wouldn’t make it okay,” she muttered as she pushed open the doors to the makeshift dressing room.

  Your brows raised at her hypocrisy and you tug your arm out of her grasp. “You’re one to talk,” you say and cross your arms. 

  Beth looked genuinely confused as she, too, crossed her arms. “What are you talking about?”

  She can’t be serious. She was the walking definition of ‘never on time for anything’ yet seemed to be completely oblivious to it. As soon as you open your mouth to speak, you hear a squeal and a tug on your arm that unfolds them from across your chest. “Y/n!” Emma says happily, pulling you into a hug. “I was beginning to wonder if you backed out on me.”

  “I’d never do that to you,” you tell her, holding onto her arms when you pull away and look her over. “Oh, my God, Emma! You look so beautiful!”

  She really did. Her wedding dress was so pretty and suited her so well. The straps were thin and the overall dress was a simple design, but it was expected since it was Shadyside, after all. Her dark brown hair was pinned back and out of her face, cascading down her back in beautiful curls. You nearly teared up at your friend's beauty and only hoped you would look half as stunning as she did on your own wedding day.

  “So do you!” She said and brought her hands up to gently caress the sides of your face, an excited smile on her lips.

  “Are you nervous?” You ask her as she turns around and looks at herself in the mirror, applying the finishing touches to her natural makeup look. 

  “I’m terrified,” she said once she was done and turned to face you. Beth came over to stand next to you, her arm brushing against yours as she did so.

  “No kidding,” Beth said. “You’re signing your life away.” She was only joking, you’d hoped.

  “Oh, hush,” Emma waved off Beth’s comment, grabbing her veil that was draped over the chair. “You’re just jealous Steven proposed to me before my brother proposed to you.”

  Beth scoffed. “Oh, please,” she mumbled. “John better not propose to me anytime soon. I’m twenty one, not thirty.”

  “Who says you have to be thirty to get married?” Emma questioned, handing you the see through fabric as she turned around. “I’m twenty three and I don’t see a problem with it.”

  “I don’t, either,” you add as you clip the veil into place, fixing her hair when you’re done. 

  “That’s because you two are boy crazy,” Beth muttered, shaking her head afterwards. “Beautiful.” She forced out a smile when Emma turned to face her, her look now completed. Emma wrapped her arm around your shoulder and pulled you into her side, extending her other arm out to Beth.

  “Come here, grumpy,” she grinned when Beth rolled her eyes and walked over to the two of you, letting Emma wrap her arm around her shoulders. “I don’t know where I’d be without the two of you. Thank you for everything you’ve done to help make today perfect. I love you guys.” 

  “We love you, too,” you say for both you and Beth. You share a look, both of you knowing that there was a tension between you but also knowing it wasn’t the time for it. Beth sighs and gives you a smile.

  “You do look beautiful, Em,” she said as she pulled away. “Even more than normal.”

  “Oh, stop,” Emma laughed as she tapped her under eyes with the pad of her index finger. “You’re going to make me cry before I even go out there.”

  As soon as she said that, three knocks were heard followed by John saying, “It’s time,”

  The three of you left the room and met with the two men outside the doors to where everything was set up. “Y/n, this is Luke,” John introduced you to the man you’d be walking down the aisle with. “Luke, Y/n.”

  You shook his hand and tried to ignore the intense stare he was giving you. You had only hung out with Steven a handful of times, so you weren’t familiar with his friends at all. But today wasn’t about that. You’d only be walking with Luke, anyway, so you push aside your nerves and smile at him.

   “Are we ready?” Emma and John’s father, David, asked. Emma nodded, a nervous smile on her lips before the sound of bells was heard, indicating that it was time to open the doors. Beth would be walking down the aisle first with John, then you and Luke, then Emma and her father. David handed you and Beth your bouquets then passed Emma her slightly bigger one. 

  “Here goes nothing,” John said, hooking his arm with Beth’s as they entered the room. You peeked your head in as best as you could, your eyes scanning for a glimpse of Nick but to no avail. 

  A few seconds pass before Luke links his arm with yours, giving you a reassuring smile that helps calm you down more than you thought it would. With a final wink to Emma, you and Luke walk down the aisle that was littered with different flower petals. 

  The room was beautifully decorated, and that’s saying something in Shadyside. It was a simple ceremony, the benches only filled with close friends and family. It was perfect and it resembled Emma so well; reserved and peaceful. 

  You part with Luke and try to ignore the way his hand brushed against your lower back as you moved to stand next to Beth, and he, next to John. Standing at the front of the room, you had a much clearer view of the guests and almost immediately found Nick.

  He was sitting in the third row from the front on the right side, closest to you, surrounded by Steven’s high school buddies. Nick’s eyes were on Luke, an unreadable expression on his face before he turns his head and meets your gaze. You grin at him, refraining from taking one of your hands off the bouquet of purple flowers to wave at him. 

  He gives you his signature smile in return and your shoulders are finally relieved from the invisible weight sitting on them. It was surprising at how a simple smile from the man you loved was all you needed to feel calm and safe. 

  Unbeknownst to you, Beth saw the whole exchange and breathed harshly through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

  Emma and her father were the last to enter the room, and you watched with a proud smile as he kissed her forehead before taking his seat next to her mom in the front row. You could see the tears in her eyes as she stood in front of Steven, both their smiles wide. 

  While listening to their vows, specifically Emma’s, your eyes meet Nick’s as she pours her heart out to Steven. Everything she said was exactly how you felt about Nick and you knew that he could tell how emotional it was making you as your eyes teared up. 

  As you held eye contact, you felt as if this was your wedding with Nick. You finally admit, then, that Nick was the one person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and that was a scary thought at your young age. But you couldn’t help it. You loved him more than you loved anything and wanted to do everything with him until the day you died. 

  The moment ended all too soon, and before you know it, Emma and Steven are kissing for the first time as a married couple. They walked up the aisle, hand in hand, and you took that as your que to follow them. Luke hooked his arm through yours once more as you, followed by Beth and John, walked behind the newlyweds.

-

After the ceremony was done, it was time for the reception. In another room of the building was about ten tables with six chairs at each. 

  Nick, you, Beth, John, Emma and Steven were assigned the one closest to the entrance (in that order), so once you were seated, Nick found you almost immediately. He sat next to you and you greeted him by leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

  “Hey, buddy,” John said from his place beside Beth. “How’ve you been?”

  “Fine, thanks,” Nick gave him a tight lipped smile, feeling Beth’s glare beginning to burn a hole in the side of his head. He reached over and held your hand under the table, ignoring Beth’s stare. He had grown used to her hatred for him and had no problem with pretending like she wasn’t even there whenever she started to act hostile. “How are you?”

  “Well, I’m here,” he said and received a playful smack from Emma. “I’m good.” He finally answered after he finished laughing at his sister’s pout. 

  Nick and John had become somewhat friends since they met at dinner all those months ago, but Nick had a sneaking suspicion that John only wanted to hang out with him so he could spend the entire time asking about his training and what it’s like to live in Sunnyvale. It was exhausting, being his friend, but Nick put up with his constant nagging just to piss off Beth, who, indeed, was pissed off at the friendship that formed between him and her boyfriend. 

  It really was the little things in life.

  Speeches were next, and you cried when both Beth and John described their happiness for the married couple, holding Nick’s hand on your chest as you listened to them. 

  Dinner was soon after and then finally the couples dance. Before you even knew what was happening, Emma stood up and announced to the room, “It’s time for Steven and I’s first official dance as a married couple,” Steven stood next to her, his hand on her lower back as she continued. “And I would like to ask my close friends, Beth and Y/n, as well as John and Luke to join me.”

  Your smile dropped when you heard her say that, completely unaware that dancing with Luke was a thing you were going to be doing. Beth smirked at Nick as she stood up and placed her hand in John’s, letting him lead her over to the small empty space. 

  You looked over at Nick, an apologetic smile on your lips. “I’m sorry,” you say quietly, leaning over and giving him a chaste kiss. “I didn’t know about this, I swear.” You stand up and reluctantly take Luke’s outstretched hand, allowing him to guide you over to the space as well. 

  Nick watched with cold eyes as Luke pulled you close to him, one of his hands holding yours while the other inched closer and closer to your backside. Beth, of course, looked at him while she danced with John, a mischievous smile on her face. Nick knew then that she had told Emma to do this just to spite him. 

  You felt uncomfortable with being this close to someone who wasn’t your boyfriend, and you’re sure Nick could sense that as you looked over Luke’s shoulder and tried to make him meet your eyes. He, however, couldn’t take his off Luke’s hand that ran up and down your back, dropping closer and closer to the part of you that he had no business touching. 

  When the song ended, you pulled away immediately and muttered, “It was nice meeting you,” before you were making your way back to Nick. He continued to give Luke the if looks could kill glare, his hand finding your waist when you reached him. “Sorry about that, baby. I had no idea Emma was going to make me do that.”

  Your hand caresses the side of his face, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “Beth seems to have known about it,” he muttered and you furrow your brows, looking over at your best friend as she danced with John. She wore the same smirk she had on the entire time and your face drained of color when you realised that Nick was probably right. Shaking your head, you tugged Nick up by his hands, beginning to lead him over to an empty space. “What are you doing? No, Y/n-”

  You stood on the tips of your toes and quieted him with a quick kiss. “Dance with me,” you mumbled against his mouth, tugging on his hands and making him wrap his arms around you. “Help me show everyone who gets to take me home.” You knew the words would calm him down enough so he could at least have a little fun after seeing you slow dance with another man.

  You were proved right when he visibly relaxed and tightened his arm around you. He moved his other arm so his hand was holding your right one, your left resting on his shoulder. With heels, you still didn’t come close to his height, but something about that made you feel protected and it put you at ease.

  You were trying to ignore Beth’s stare as you were annoyed with her at the moment. She completely set up the dance with Luke just so Nick would get jealous. Her hatred for your boyfriend was getting on your last nerve but what were you supposed to do? Both of them held their own special places in your heart, and you had no right to abandon her just because she didn’t like who you were dating.

  You put your head against his chest, closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. With his back turned to Beth, Nick felt less tense and having you in his arms definitely calmed him down. “Have I told you how beautiful you look in this dress?”

  A grin formed on your lips and you kept your cheek pressed to his chest so he wouldn’t see the blush that spread on your face. “Once when you tried to get me out of it,” you replied, feeling the deep laugh he let out against you. 

  “Can you blame me?” He asked, resting his chin on top of your head. “Although, as much as you look good in anything you wear, nothing can beat how hot you look completely naked.” He whispered the last part and it had you moving your head to look up at him, your eyes wide. 

  “Nick,” you playfully warned him. 

  He just laughed again and placed a kiss to your forehead then another to your lips. You pulled away and did nothing to stop the smile that formed on your lips as you gazed up at him. 

  You stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in your own little world until he pulled back slightly, taking your hand in his. “That’s enough of that,” he said and you nodded in agreement.

  Just as he began to lead you back to the table, Beth came walking by and grabbed your other hand. “We need to talk,” was all she said. 

  You gave her a confused look, glancing up at Nick before turning to face her. “Right now?”

  “Yes,” she said, pulling you away from Nick and making your hand slip out of his. “Right now.”

  “I’ll be right back,” you nearly shouted to Nick as Beth pulled you out of the room and into the front entry. You had almost had to jog to keep up with her strides, something you weren’t particularly good at doing in heels. When you were away from the crowded room, you tugged your arm out of your best friend’s grasp. “What is so important?”

  “He’s not good for you,” she said, crossing her arms.

  You raised one of your brows. “What?”

  “Nick,” she muttered. “He’s a bad guy.”

  You copied her stance, crossing your own arms. “What do you mean by that?”

  Beth rolled her eyes. “Where do I start?” She asked sarcastically. “Let’s see..oh, for one, he’s from Sunnyvale. That’s where all the stuck up pricks live, with him included. Two, he so obviously shows off in front of me and the others so he can get on their good sides, mainly John’s, when in reality, he couldn’t care less about us.”

  You opened your mouth to speak but she kept going. 

  “Three, he’s making you show up hours late to your commitments, like today,” she extended her arm out as if that would prove her point. “And, he gets jealous around every single guy that looks at you.”

  When you knew she was done, you exhaled through your nose. “Is that why you set up that little dance with Luke?”

  You were expecting her to look guilty after getting caught for her little stunt, but she just nodded. “Yes!” She nearly yelled. “He’s so possessive over you as if you’re going to get, like, married or something.”

  “What’s so bad about that?”

  “You’re only twenty, for fuck’s sake, Y/n,” she seethed. “Wake up. He’s manipulating you and it’s honestly sad that you can’t see that. Don’t think I didn’t notice the little look you gave me in the dressing room. Why don’t you realise that he’s trying to turn you against your friends, against me?”

  “It’s not like that,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling so small.

  “And now you’re defending him instead of listening to me, your best friend,” she stepped away from you. “Typical.”

  Your arms fell to your sides as you let out a sigh of frustration. “What is it that you’re wanting me to do here?”

  “I want you to stop seeing him,”

  Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No, I-I can’t do that, I-”

  “Tell me something,” she trailed off, putting her hands on your shoulders. “Does he notice how stressed out you are about school and this volunteer thing at the hospital? How many assignments have you fallen behind on since meeting him?”

  You shook your head again. You couldn’t answer her, and not because you didn’t know the answer, but because you knew it would make her sound right. You had fallen behind on assignments and were stressed beyond words, but that wasn’t just because of Nick’s presence in your life.

  Not answering her spoke volumes, you quickly realised that, as she let out a humorless laugh. “Exactly. He’s just going to make you fail,” she said, sliding one of her hands down so it held yours. “You need to focus on yourself, Y/n/n. Boyfriends come later. Don’t rush into anything just because a guy with a pretty face shows interest in you.”

  You didn’t know what to say to her. This confrontation had caught you completely off guard and it had you beginning to question whether or not she was right. 

  As if to add salt to the wound, Beth squeezed your hand. “Think about it, honey,” she said softly. “What would the golden boy, future police chief Nick Goode, want with a Shadysider? He’s just going to break your heart, and with time, I hope you see it, too.”

  With that, she stepped away from you and walked back into the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts that had suddenly become too loud for you to push aside.

  Maybe she was right. 

  What does Nick want with you? It was so obvious that he was the only form of light in your relatively dark like, how soon will it burn out? When will you become too much for him? When will he realise that you’re far too inferior to him to be in a relationship with you?

  Why did he pick you?

  You felt like crying as you walked back into the room and you could feel your eyes sting as they met Nick’s from across the room. He was sitting next to Steven at the table, all the chairs filled except yours.

  Before he could give you a look of concern, you look at Beth and bite your inner cheek as she gives you a comforting smile. 

  You walk over to the table, refusing to look at Nick as Beth’s words burned holes in your head. Was she right about everything? Were you and Nick a tragedy waiting to happen?

  Keeping your head down, you pick at the skin around your nails, successfully ruining the pretty design Emma had done for you just days before, as the question lingered in your mind. 

  When had things gone so wrong?

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➪the one where you and nick spend christmas together. (requested)

Warnings: Christmas slander, fluff, Nick hating on Christmas, reader loving Christmas, swearing, Fear Street related topics

Disclaimer: I made a lot of this up heha and this is just short and sweet tbh

Merry Christmas, lovies ✨

Word Count: 2.7k

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The second it became the month of December was the second Nick became the definition of grumpy.

  He hated this month with a passion, and hated the holiday that came with it. 

  Christmas. 

  He loved it when he was a kid, tolerated it when he was a teen and now can’t stand it now that he’s twenty two. What he didn’t realise when he was younger, was the way his parents would use the holiday as a way of giving him and his brother things to distract themselves with so they wouldn't have to parent them for the next few weeks. 

  As a child, he would be given every toy imaginable, with the price of having to take those cheesy Merry Christmas from the Goode’s pictures that included himself, Will, his mother and his father. They weren’t all that bad, considering he’d get whatever he wanted if he posed for a few stupid pictures. 

  When he reached teenhood, his brother began receiving anything and everything he wanted - courtesy of their mom, while Nick was thrown into police training by his father, now receiving various weapons instead of action figures.

  It made, what was supposed to be a ‘joyous’ month, become one he dreaded every year after he turned fourteen. 

  Then his father died. 

  And that somehow made the month even worse. 

  His mother was forced to step up and fill in the holes in her kids’ lives that died with their dad, something she wasn’t the best at, despite really giving it her all.

  As completely fucked up as it might have sounded, Nick was glad that his father wasn’t around to train him into an early death. He felt free from the weight his dad put on him to be what he was, the police chief. 

  He was able to have a relatively normal teenhood after that, with his mom finally giving him the attention she used to solely give to Will.

  Christmas became less forced, and he was given books instead of guides on ‘how to take down your enemies’, and was held by his mother more instead of being forced into participating in one on one fights with his dad. 

  It became normal again.

  Then he met you.

  And it was all he heard during the last month of the year.

  He quickly found out that, after being with you for a year and a half, Christmas was your favorite holiday of the year. 

  While he found your obsession with the 25th cute, he made his hatred for it very known at the beginning of your relationship. 

  You understood why he disliked it so much, to an extent, so you made sure to keep your Christmas craziness to a minimum, for his sake. 

  He didn’t have a normal childhood, and an even more unusual teenhood, so it was understandable why he became so closed off during the holidays. 

  Seeing as you got so happy when the month changed to December, Nick did his best to keep his petty comments to himself. This would be his second Christmas with you, so he knew your routine pretty well. 

  It was Christmas Eve and he stood outside your door, lingering in the dull and bland space that was the hallway. He knew that he would be met with all your vintage Christmas houses and your matching red plates the second he stepped foot into your apartment. He could already smell the cookies you baked from underneath the door and a small smile formed on his lips as he used the key you gave him.

  You turned when you heard the sound of the door opening, your hands holding a plate of undecorated cookies and a Christmas themed apron around you. “Hi!” 

  Nick laughed at your cheery voice, closing the door behind him. He walked over to you and kissed the side of your head, one of his arms wrapping around your waist. “Missed you,”

  You grin up at him, leaning into his touch. “I missed you, too,” you say back. Raising the plate up slightly, you watch his eyes move to the cookies. “I know what we’re doing tomorrow.”

  Nick sighed at that, your excitement stopping him from letting out a scoff. The cookies were in various shapes; gingerbread men, trees, snowmen and hearts. “Is that right?”

  You nod, stepping away from him and walking over to the counter. Placing the plate down, you point to a plastic bag. “I bought everything we could possibly need,” you take out the icing, sprinkles and sugar. 

  “Wow,” Nick’s brows raised at the array of baking decorations. “You’ve really thought about everything, huh?”

  “Of course,”

  “Why am I not surprised?”’

  “Because you know me well,” you press a kiss to his cheek before turning on the radio. Blue Christmas begins playing and you smile at the song, picking up the bin next to the table. “Grab that one, please.” You gently kick the other bin, watching as Nick picks it up.

  He grunts as he follows you, stopping beside the bare tree. “What is in this?”

  You open your bin, the ornaments sparkling as the lights hit them, answering his question without any words being spoken. 

  Nick sighs again at the sight, making your smile widen. “Oh, come on!” You say, putting the lid on the couch and sitting next to it. “It’ll be fun.” 

  You start to dig through the bin, picking out all the green ornaments. Nick mumbles something under his breath as he sits across from you, sorting through his bin. 

  “You did promise to help me decorate the tree,” you point out, not letting his annoyed expression dampen the mood. “I’ve waited long enough. Christmas is tomorrow, for fucks sake.”

  Nick nods, his mood not lifting as he holds a few ornaments in his hand. “What am I doing?”

  You hum, looking in thought for a few seconds as you glance over at the tree. “I want to do only the green, red and silver ones this year,” you decide. “I usually do all the colors, but I think it looks a bit tacky.”

  “A bit?”

  “Watch it,”

  Nick laughs as he stands up and lazily puts three red ornaments on different branches. As he bent down to get more, something caught his eye. “Y/n?” He asks, hearing you hum in reply. “What the fuck is this?”

  You look up at him, your face heating up at what he was holding. “Um. That’s, uh, my second grade art project,”

  Nick barely held back his laugh. “What is it?”

  “It’s supposed to be Rudolph,” you say, sounding offended when in reality, you agreed that it looked like a large rat rather than a deer. At this, Nick laughed out loud, the sound tumbling out of his lips beyond his control. “It’s not funny.”

  You say that, yet the small laugh that came afterwards wasn’t convincing at all and did nothing to help your statement. 

  “I’m sorry,” Nick said, his hand on his stomach as laughs continued to filter from his mouth. “I love you, but this is the worst art project I’ve ever seen.”

  Looking at him in shock, you toss a plastic bell at him. “Hey!”

  He watched as the bell hit his chest then fell to the floor, his hand half haphazardly attempting to catch it. “Which is why it’s going here,” he continued, putting the terribly made decoration at the front where it could be fully on display. 

  “Thank you,” you say, satisfied with where he put it. You stand up, your hands full of green ornaments. “I’ll do green and you do red. We’ll do silver together.”

  “Okay,” he said. His mood had lifted considerably now, to the point where he looked like he was actually having a decent time.

  This brought a smile to your face and you wrapped your right arm around his middle, your left hand reaching up to hang a green bell. “Thank you for doing this with me,” 

  His arm wraps around your shoulders. “Sorry I made you wait so long,” he said quietly. “I know you like this stuff so it probably was hard to wait for me to do this.”

  “It’s okay,” you stand on your toes and press a kiss to his cheek. “Better late than never, right?”

  He smiled at you, kissing you quickly before he let you go. You grab a few more ornaments, putting them beside the red ones that Nick hung up. 

  Twenty minutes went by and the tree was looking good. It was mainly filled with green and red, with silver placed here and there. The best part was your poorly made Rudolph being front and center. All that was left was the star. “Can you get a chair from the kitchen?” You ask as you grab the star from the bin.

  “What for?” Nick asked and walked over to you. Before you could further explain, he easily lifted you up by your hips, bending down so your thighs were placed on his shoulders. You squealed when he stood up straight, your free hand coming down to grip his jaw. He carefully walked to the tree, his hands holding your knees tightly. 

  You tried to be as still and steady as possible as you gently placed the golden star on the top of the tree. Dropping your hands to your thighs, Nick took that as his cue to put you down. He walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning back so your body hit the cushions. 

  As you laughed, Nick moved so his back was laying on the lower half of the front of your body, your arms draped over his chest. His hands were on your knees as you both admired the sight in front of you. 

  The tree looked, in all honesty, it looked stunning. Well, as stunning as an inanimate object could look. 

  “We did a pretty good job,” you say, running your fingers up and down his chest. 

  “Yeah,” he agreed, surprising both you and himself. Did he actually enjoy decorating a Christmas tree? 

-

“Merry Christmas!” You say excitedly, bouncing your body on top of Nick’s, your legs positioned on either side of him.

  He jolts awake, his arm immediately covering his eyes from the harsh lights of your bedroom. He groans quietly, his other hand coming to rest on your thigh. “Yeah,” he mumbled, his eyes closing again from behind his arm. “You too.”

  “I made you coffee,” you hum, grinning when his arm moves and his eyes open again. 

  “What time is it?” He asks as you hand him the mug.

  “A bit after ten,” you answer, lifting yourself off him. “Drink that then come meet me in the kitchen. It’s cookie time.” You drag out the last word, missing the small smile that graced Nick’s lips as you turned around and nearly ran to the kitchen. 

  Nick stumbled out of your room about ten minutes later, the palm of his hand rubbing his eyes. 

  You look up from your spot at the table, pausing what you were doing as you put the icing bag down. “Took you long enough,” you tease as he sits next to you. You pick up the heart shaped cookie you had finished decorating and show it to him. “For you, because you have my heart.”

  Nick eyes widened at the cheesy line, a laugh tumbling out of his mouth as he takes it. “Wow, you shouldn’t have,” 

  You shrug dramatically. “I couldn’t resist,” you reach over and slide the plate of cookies over to him, as well as a bag of green icing. “You do one.”

  Nick puffs out a breath of air before sitting up straighter, picking out a tree shaped cookie. He iced it with very little caution, making the cookie look like one big blob of green rather than a tree. Picking up the sprinkles, he dropped them onto random spots so they looked like ornaments. “How’s that?” He asked, showing you the finished job.

  You look up, your brows raising as you hold back a laugh. “Oh, wow,” you say, your voice wavering as laughs threaten to escape you. “Looks great, babe.” 

  He grins at you, knowing that you were currently refraining from laughing at him, and rightfully so. The decoration looked terrible, but he actually had more fun doing it than he thought he would. 

  Maybe this is what was missing from his childhood Christmas’. This was probably the first one in a long time that he was actually enjoying, and he knew a lot of it was because he was spending it with you. 

  After you finished icing a snowman, you placed it on the plate next to Nick’s “tree” before standing up and walking over to the actual tree. Nick had failed to notice that there was a present placed under it when he left your room earlier. You picked it up, making your way back to him. 

  Instead of sitting next to him, you seat yourself on his lap, handing him the carefully wrapped box. “Merry Christmas,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the side of his head. 

  “You didn’t have to get me anything,” he said and you waved him off. He tears off the paper, letting it fall to the floor before opening the box. Inside was something he had never received before in his life. He held the snowglobe in his hands as you put the box on the table. “Wow, this is really nice.” He said and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

  You reach out and turn it in his hands and it was then that he noticed the small polaroid placed inside the globe. It was a picture from last Christmas, with you sitting on his lap, much like you were now, a big smile on your lips. Nick was surprised to see the matching smile on his, not remembering being that happy last year. “This is my favorite picture of you, and not because I’m in it,” you say, feeling Nick laugh against you. “But because you look so happy around a time that wasn’t like that at all when you were growing up. Maybe you don’t hate Christmas as much as you thought.”

  Nick looked at the photo again, a boyish smile forming on his lips. “That was mainly because of you,” he said, turning to face you. “Thank you. I love it.” 

  He kissed you, one of his hands leaving the globe so his arm could wrap around your waist. “You’re welcome,” 

  Nick carefully places the glass globe on the table, reaching into the pocket of his coat that was draped over the back of the chair. He takes out a small box and hands it to you, a nervous look on his face. “I didn’t wrap it or anything,”

  You grin, brushing your nose against his. “That’s okay,” you whisper before opening the box. Your eyes widen as you take out the necklace, your hands delicately holding onto the chain. A small, silver heart was attached to it, a pale pink gem placed by one of the curves. Nick’s chin rested on your shoulder as he watched your reaction.

  “Turn it over,”

  Turning it over, you bit down on your tongue as you read the words that had been etched into the heart. 

  I love you forever.

  It was simple, but it made tears gather in your eyes instantly. You blinked rapidly, attempting to stop the tears from spilling. Turning around, you grabbed his face and kissed him, catching Nick by surprise. “I love it,” you murmured against his mouth. “Will you put it on me?”

  Nick nodded as he took it from you. 

  You held your hair up, letting him clasp the piece of jewelry around your neck. When he was done, you wrapped your arms around him and put your face in the crook of his neck, wetting his skin with the few tears that managed to escape. “Thank you,” 

  “Thank you,” he says back, his arms tightening around you. “For making this the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

  You pull away with a smile, placing your hands on either side of his face and kissing him again. “Just wait until you see what I have planned for next Christmas,”

  At the mention of another Christmas with you, Nick couldn’t be bothered to be annoyed or grumpy. How could he when he knew he had another year to look forward to with you?

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Sober Thoughts - Part 6

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July 4th, 1985

7:23 PM

Your friendship with Beth was thinning as the days went on. 

  Both of you were far too stubborn to be the first one to talk, and if you were being honest, you had nothing to say to her. You said it all the last time you spoke to her and now it was her turn and you refused to be the one to apologise and salvage what was left of the friendship (no matter how badly you wanted to).

  You felt bad for how much it was affecting Emma. She didn’t want to take sides, though she did tell you that Beth had no business saying all those things about Nick. She told you that she was sorry about the break up, but if things were meant to be, then you’d find your way back to one another.

  One could only hope that she was right about that. 

  The truth was, you were devastated. You missed Nick more than you thought was possible. You were only together for five months, but anyone could see that it was the happiest you had been since you lost Tommy.

  You’re sure that people had gotten used to you smiling more often and you were positive that the sudden change was extremely noticeable. 

  He was a Sunnyvaler, after all. He had a bright future to look forward to and a reputation to keep up, no matter how much he didn’t want it (as he’s told you many times in the past). 

  Your future was dark and gloomy, and the only form of light you had to look forward to was your secured position at the hospital. 

  That was where you are now, currently listening closely to all the protocols and precautions that Eve was telling you. Tonight was a special night, or so you were told. You would be joining the surgeons and doctors in the operating room and watching as they put a person back together. You, of course, weren’t allowed to actually operate. You were only there to observe a real procedure. 

  Though, you weren’t sure you were really all that ready for it. Your visit to Tommy’s grave really dampened your already depressed mood, and you knew you wouldn’t be one hundred percent focused, like you needed to be. 

  “What’s the background of the patient?” You ask as you trail behind Eve.

  “Jeff Burns, a fifty two year old white male,” she replied as she continued to make her way to the operating room. 

  “What happened to him?” You ask, quickly writing down everything she said.

  “Armed robbery,” she simply said. “He was the only person working late and was shot in the shoulder. It shouldn’t be too bad for your first time seeing anything like this.”

  You nodded, aware that she wouldn’t see it. It was, unfortunately, a very common thing to happen in Shadyside. It felt like a weekly occurrence at this point, some money hungry deadbeat trying to secure someone else’s hard earned savings for themselves. It was predictable. 

  “They’ll just remove the bullet, pop in a few stitches and then he’ll be good for further questioning,” she stopped in her tracks, nearly making you walk into her, and turned around, a skeptical look on her face. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” you say and you could tell that she wasn’t all that pleased with your answer. “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “This isn’t like watching it from the window in another room, you understand that, right?” She asks, handing you the required PPE that you would need to wear. “You will see everything, hear the sound of someone digging through flesh to retrieve a bullet. I need to trust that you’ll take this seriously.”

  You swallowed hard at that. You hadn’t really thought about the fact that you would be so close to someone that was nearly killed. But, you would need to get over that sense of fear somehow. “You can trust me,” you were surprised at how confident you sounded, your nerves starting to get the better of you. 

  “Then I have nothing to worry about,” she only got out one of everything; one pair of gloves, one mask and one gown. 

  “Wait,” you say as she gives you everything, taking your clipboard away from you. “You’re not going in with me?”

  “Not tonight,” she said. “But I know the doctor well. He’s a nice man. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable the entire time.”

  You nodded slowly, unsure if you were really ready to do this now that you knew she wouldn’t be with you.  

  Eve must have sensed that as she placed her hands on your shoulders. “You’ll be fine,” she comforted you. “You’re just there to watch, that’s it.”

  “I’ll be fine,” you state, nodding at her in a form of assurance. 

  “I know you will,” she smiled at you, letting you put everything on before opening the door, watching as you walked inside the operating room.

-

You tossed your gown, mask and gloves into the garbage, and removed your head covering, tossing it into the laundry bag as you walked past it. 

  “So,” Eve said once you made it back to the nurses station. “How was that? As bad as you thought it’d be?”

  “No,” you shake your head. “No, not at all. It was…it was fine.”

  You really weren’t sure why you were so nervous before. It wasn’t as if you were the one doing the operation. All you had to do was watch someone extract a small bullet from a shoulder, not something extreme like a heart transplant.

  “See, I told you,” she said, looking at something behind you. “Ah, Officer Kapinski. I had a feeling you were the one who would do the questioning.”

  “Evening, Ma’am,” you hear from behind you as you begin to write down the notes from the operation.

  “Who’s this with you?”

  “This is Nick,” at the sound of his name, you froze and heat immediately rushed to your face. Your fingers gripped the pen tighter, your shoulders tensing as you lifted your head but didn’t turn around. “Officer in training, future police chief.”

  “Oh, I see,” Eve said from behind the desk. “Following in your fathers footsteps?”

  “Yes, I am,” his voice was all the confirmation you needed as you slowly turned around to face him. Your heart skipped a beat once you made eye contact.

  “Nick,” was all you managed to say, watching as his hard expression softened at your voice.

  “Hi, Y/n,” he said, giving you a small, barely-there smile. 

  You smiled back as Eve asked, “You two know each other?”

  “Yeah, we’re…” Nick trailed off, looking between you and Eve before he held eye contact with you again. “Friends.”

  Your smile grew at that and you held back the tears that were beginning to form.

  “Well, Burns is still in recovery, but he should be waking up soon,” Eve says to Kapinski as you try to fight the urge to wrap your arms around Nick and never let him go. “We only gave him enough anesthetic to knock him out for just over an hour.”

  “Alright, then,” Kapinski said, looking over at Nick. “We’ll go wait for him. What room?”

  Eve looked at you for that answer, making you tear your eyes away from your ex. “Room twenty four,” you say, pointing past them. “It’s just down that hall to the right.”

  Kapinski nodded. “Excuse us,”

  They walked away as your eyes stayed fixated on Nick’s back. “Everything alright?” Eve asked.

  “Yeah,” you trail off, placing your elbows on the top of the desk, rubbing your face. 

  “What’s the matter?”

  You shake your head, blowing air out from your mouth. “You know that guy I was seeing?”

  “The one who broke up with you?” 

  You nodded, tilting your head in the direction the two guys walked in. “That was him,”

  “That was him?” Eve repeated, shock lacing her features as you nodded again. “Well, you handled that better than I thought you would.” 

  “Yeah, me too,” you mumble, scribbling out a spelling mistake you made while your thoughts became clouded with Nick. He had single handedly taken your attention away from the task at hand with just a few words.

  Eve must have noticed. “Hey, you’re here til ten, right?” She asked and you nodded. Looking at the clock that hung on the wall next to the desk, she gave you a soft smile as  she leaned over to you. “Why don’t you take off now? You only have half an hour left, I’ll take over charting.”

  “Really?” You ask as she takes the papers away from you. “Are you sure?”

  “Absolutely,” she smiled at you. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

-

July 5th, 1985

6:56 PM

Today was the definition of a lazy day. 

  You woke up late, stayed in bed for another hour and let your mind get the better of you, then moved to sit at the kitchen table. 

  No matter what you did, your thoughts kept going back to last night at the hospital. You weren’t expecting to see Nick there at all, but he was in training, too, so it wasn’t all that surprising that he’d be brought to take note of how to properly question someone. 

  You just didn’t think you’d see him again so soon. 

  It felt like a reset button had been pressed and all the progress you had made (the little amount), had been erased the second you looked at your ex boyfriend. You missed him even more than before, the reality that you’d see him every now and then but weren’t able to call him yours or touch him a painful one.

  It was hard, but you had yourself to blame. 

  You asked for a break which ultimately ended in a break up.

  You didn’t blame him. You had become so distant and not been putting any effort into the relationship while he was trying everything he could to save it. You didn’t deserve him, you knew that. It wasn’t all that surprising that he finally realised that, too. 

  It was a relationship doomed to fail, but that’s why you and Nick fought so hard in the first place. You were the unlikely two, enemies without choice, but you fell in love. 

  You wished you tried harder. You felt like a shell of yourself. It was obvious you were the best version of yourself when you were with him, anyone could see that. Why didn’t you?

  Your school work was pretty much done, and you planned to drop them off at your professor’s house tomorrow. It’d be awkward, sure, but the man was the only reason you didn’t fail, so you couldn’t really complain. 

  Finally being caught up, you were left with the harsh reality of your life without Nick. You hadn’t realised how much time you actually spent with him until you woke up alone and ended the day alone. It was sad, really. 

  He was a constant in your life, until he wasn’t.

  You were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on your door. It was probably Emma, but a small, small, part of you wished it was Nick.

  Swinging the door open, you were met with neither of them. Beth stood there, a nervous smile on her face as she held her hands behind her back. “Hi,”

  “Hi?” You didn’t mean for it to sound like a question, but that’s exactly how it came out. 

  “Can we talk?”

-

7:39 PM

How did you allow Beth to talk you into this? 

  She said she was sorry, that alone being a shocker, and that she wanted to fix the friendship. She also mentioned that John had ended things earlier this week and she hadn’t been taking it too well.

  “I’m sorry,” you start, looking around at the Shadyside scenery as Beth drove. “But how is us getting drunk at a bar going to fix the very real problem between us?”

  “Because,” she said, using her index finger to fix her lip gloss as she glanced between the road and the rearview mirror. “We’re both far too stubborn to fix it sober, and we get along a lot better when we’re drunk off our asses.”

  That was, sadly, kind of true. Especially as of lately. You found yourself needing alcohol to help you deal with Beth and all her issues. You weren’t perfect, you knew that, and part of you felt guilty for needing time away from her, but there was only so much you could handle. 

  “Do you realise how sad that sounds?” You ask her, your tone serious but it only makes her genuinely laugh. 

  A small smile spreads across your lips and a glimmer of hope begins to rise in you. Maybe you could rekindle this broken friendship after all. 

  In all honesty, Beth was your person. She had been your best friend since you were a teen and you had been through a lot with her. She was there before Nick, during him, and you’d like to think she’d be there after him, as well.

  She pulls into the packed parking lot of Marley’s and you’re brought back to the last time you were here and how the night ended with Beth throwing up in the back of Nick’s car. 

  You smile at the memory as you get out of the car and follow her inside, ignoring the creepy smirk you got from a guy drinking outside the bar. 

  If you thought the parking lot was packed, it was nothing compared to inside. There were people everywhere; at the bar, scattered around at the tables, pressed to the wall and even some sitting on the floor. “Jeez, could you have picked a more crowded bar?”

  “Marley’s is the best in town,” Beth said, extending her arm out. “As you can see.”

  You bite the inside of your cheek as you feel your anxiety rising.

  Fuck, there were a lot of people in here. 

  You nearly lost sight of Beth after looking away for half a second. You find her at the bar, most likely flirting with Derek, partly because she wanted a rebound, and partly because he might give her free drinks.

  “Hey, there you are,” he says once you’re standing next to Beth. “Long time no see, boozy.”

  “She’s the boozy one,” you nudge Beth. “Not me.”

  “Right. Now I remember,” Derek laughs, pouring Beth some pink colored drink. “You’re the one who stumbled into nearly every table while trying to find your friends. Clumsy, I guess it was.”

  “That’s me,” you mumble, repressing an embarrassed laugh. 

  “What can I get you?” He asks as Beth begins to down her drink.

  “Something light,” you say. “Nothing that’ll get me as drunk as last time.”

  “I got it,” he says, fixing you a light colored drink.

  “Thank you,” you smile at him, turning around to examine the room as you begin to sip on the drink. 

  A few minutes pass before Beth reaches out to you, placing her hand on your arm and making you look over at her. “I’m sorry,” she says, her voice raising slightly so it could be heard over the music. “About everything. Nick, the wedding, the call at your work, all of it.”

  You searched her eyes, looking for any sign of a lie but you found nothing but sincerity. 

  “It’s okay,” you yell back, even though it really wasn’t. “I’m sorry, too. For not being there for you with John and everything.”

  Beth shakes her head. “Don’t be, I’m moving on,” she looks over at a guy. “With him.”

  He was cute, definitely not your type, but to be fair, who was after Nick?

  “I’m gonna go say hi,” Beth yells. “I’ll be right back.”

  You nodded, confused as to why she wanted to go talk to some random guy when the whole reason you were there was to fix your friendship. 

  “Alone already?” You hear from behind you. Derek grinned at you as he cleaned a tall glass with a rag. “Why am I not surprised?”

  You shrugged as you turned your back to Beth and leaned on the bar. “Why am I?” You ask and watch as Derek’s grin falters a bit. “We’re supposed to be fixing our friendship, and her idea of doing that is getting drunk at the local bar instead of actually talking through our problems.”

  Derek nodded, placing the glass down and pressing his palms against the surface of the bar. 

  Shaking your head, you push yourself up. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t care at all,” you go to turn around but Derek gently grabs your wrist. 

  “No, I do,” he says, surprising you. “I’ve seen the way you care for her and about her, more than once. It’s on her if she can’t see that, as well.”

  A small smile finds itself on your lips and you move closer to the bar again. “Thanks, Derek,” you say quietly. You were sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you over the music had he not been a mere few feet from you. The width of a bar, to be exact. 

  “Anytime,” he said back. “You’re a good friend, Y/n.”

  You smile again then furrow one of your brows at what he said. “I might be wrong, but I don’t remember ever giving you my name,” you point out, running your index finger over the cracked marble that lined the bar top. “With how often I find myself here, I could be mistaken, though.”

  Derek drops his head, having clearly gotten caught. “You’re not mistaken,” he said, looking back up at you, a small and shy smile on his face. “I may have asked around about you.”

  Your eyes widen, your mouth opening in shock as a laugh escapes you. “You asked around about me?”

  “That I am guilty of,” Derek nodded. “You don’t think I’m a total creep now, do you?”

  Standing up straight and shaking your head, you take a small sip of your drink. “Not at all,” you reply. “I think you’re sweet and much better company than the person I came with.” You were only half serious, but with a quick glance over your shoulder, your words were beginning to hold some truth. 

  Beth was now dancing with the stranger, allowing him to pour drink after drink into her mouth. 

  You shake your head, your palm coming up to press against your cheek as you slump against the bar. “Why am I even here?” 

  Derek shrugs. “I ask myself that question everyday,” 

  “Really? I would’ve thought you liked your job,” you say. “Free drinks whenever you want.”

  “That would be a good thing,” he trails off. “If I wasn’t a recovering alcoholic.”

   You looked up in surprise, your brows raising as you made eye contact with him. “Alcoholic? How old are you? You look-” you cut yourself off as you shamefully look away. “I’m sorry, that was rude. It’s none of my business.”

  Derek waved you off. “It’s okay,” he said, going back to drying the glasses. “I’m twenty nine. Got introduced to alcohol and booze at a really young age. Stopped it all at the age of twenty six and I’ve been sober ever since.”

  “Wow,” you say, looking around at the many bottles of alcohol that were placed around the bar. “Isn’t it….you know, hard? Being surrounded by all of this?”

  Placing a glass down, Derek throws the rag over his shoulder. “It was, at first,” he answered. “Now, it’s my motivation.”

  You smile at that, proud of him despite not knowing a thing about him. “That’s really awesome,” you say, pushing your drink away from you. 

  You talked for a while after that, Beth having completely slipped from your mind until you saw the time on the clock.

  10:46 PM

  “Holy shit,” you say. “We’ve been talking for hours now.”

  Derek, too, looked at the clock. “Oh, wow, we have,”

  Looking around the crowded bar, you feel your heart fall when you can't find Beth. When you realised that she was no longer there, you panicked and stood up from the stool. “Can I use the phone really quick?”

  “Go for it,”

  After thanking Derek, you make your way to the far side of the bar and dial the number of your best friend, hoping that she didn’t pick up and prove your theory that she left you here. 

  “Hello?” Your eyes widened and your heart stopped for a second when you heard her answer. 

  “Beth?” You ask slowly. “Are you at home right now?”

  “Yeah?” She answered as if it was the most obvious question in the world. It was, to be fair, but you hoped she would remember that she wasn’t supposed to be at home right now. “Why?”

  “What do you mean why?” Your voice was beginning to raise.  “Are you forgetting that we came here together?”

  “Oh, shit, right,” you rolled your eyes at her genuinely surprised yet drunken tone. “Oh, God, Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

  “Beth, what the fuck?” You go to say more when a laugh that definitely didn’t belong to her is heard on her end.  “Is that a guy?”

  “I-” You could hear the guilt in her voice but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment. “Yeah.”

  A humorless laugh left your lips. “Wow. Tonight was supposed to be about us, trying to fix us and forget about boys and you left me here and went home with one?” You drag the first word out, pressing your hand to your forehead. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Y/n, I’m sorry,” she whined, the sound making you even more pissed off.  “Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll come out to get you now, I-”

  “Don’t bother,” you cut her off. “I’ll find my own way home.”

“Wait-” you hang up before she gets the chance to say anything else. 

  Fuck.

  How the hell were you supposed to get home? And more importantly, how the hell did Beth get home? Did she drive drunk? Did she put herself and others at risk? 

  You stop thinking about it, knowing that she somehow got home safe, and looked at the phone in your hand. “Emma- fuck. Emma’s not here…neither is John,” you mutter to yourself. There was really only one other person you knew, as sad as that sounded, and you weren’t even sure if you had a right to be calling him. But, he said you were friends, right? Hesitantly, you put in the all too familiar number. “Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up.”

  “Hello?”

  Fuck. Again.

  Surprised that he actually picked up, you fail to hide the sound of shock in your voice. “Hey! Hi!” You wished you were drunk so you could forget this call ever happened in the morning. “Um, I know I have no right to be calling you, and this is so humiliating to even be making this call, but I’m at a loss.”

  “What’s wrong?” Nick asked, his voice void of any emotion. He was always good at hiding what he was feeling, something you envied and hated during your relationship.

  “I, um,” you stutter, the reality of talking to him again beginning to cloud your mind. “I’m at a bar. Beth left me here to go sleep with some guy and I’m completely stranded. I don’t really feel like walking all the way home with how late it’s getting.”

  “I thought Beth was with John- never mind,” he stopped himself when he realised who he was talking about. “What are you asking here?” 

  “I’m…” You fell silent, really wishing he would give any indication as to what he was thinking. Fuck it, he was your last hope before you had to start walking. “Do you maybe feel like picking me up?”

  Silence was heard on the other end and you immediately regret asking him. You regret calling him. 

  “I’m sorry,” you say quickly, embarrassed at how the phone call ended up going. “I shouldn't be asking you, I’m sorry, it’s so out of the way and way too long of a drive. Plus, we’re broken up and it’s totally inappropriate. I’ll find a way home, I’ll be fine-”

  “What bar are you at?” He cut you off, successfully shutting you up with the question.

  “Marley’s..”

  “I’ll be there in twenty,” He said and you could hear the sound of him grabbing his keys. “Half an hour, max. Just wait for me there.”

  Your brows raised in surprise as you held onto the phone a little tighter. “Really?” You ask, though it didn’t sound like a question. “Um, wow, I-thank you.”

  “I’ll see you soon,” was all he said.

  “Okay,” you reply almost immediately.  “See you soon.”

  After you hang up, you make your way over to the bar, leaning against it while you stare at the clock. A smile formed on your lips at the fact that Nick agreed to come pick you up. He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, and you weren’t his girlfriend. He didn’t owe you anything, yet he was driving all this way for you. Did that mean he still cared?

  “Couldn’t find a ride?” Derek asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. You look confused for a second. He nodded over to the phone, taking out a glass from under the bar. “You were over there for a while.”

  “Oh, no,” you say. “I got it figured out.”

  “Good to hear,” he smiles at you. “I’m sorry tonight didn’t go as planned, with your friend. I feel like I’m partly to blame for that.”

  Your brows furrow as you lean closer to him, the music loud in your ears. “What do you mean?”

  “I guess I took you away from her, huh?”

  “No, not at all,” you waved him off with a shake of your head. “She was the one who walked off to go talk to some guy. I don’t blame you at all. If anything, you made tonight bearable.”

  He grinned, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. “I’m glad,”

  You smile back, glancing up at the clock. “I should go wait outside,” you say. “Thanks for tonight, Derek.”

  “No problem,”

  With a final smile, you back away and walk towards the doors. Nick wouldn’t be here for at least another half hour, but you were beginning to think you were giving Derek the wrong idea. You had a feeling that he was into you, and it was a feeling you didn’t have often, so it was usually always right.

  You liked Derek, really. He was a good guy in this shitty town, a rare guy, if you will, but you couldn’t imagine getting back into dating right now. 

  Nick was, being totally honest, your first real boyfriend. He was your longest relationship, and you were still upset at the fact that he wasn’t your last. Just under half a year wasn’t enough. You missed him more than words could describe and that was one of the reasons you couldn’t bring yourself to be with someone else at this point. You would be hung up on your ex the whole time, and that wasn’t fair. 

  So, you step out of the bar and away from the mixed feelings you were getting from the cute bartender. The air cools you down significantly, and your eyes close. Luckily, there were only a couple of drunk guys lingering outside. None of them seemed interested in you, thankfully, and you lean against the brick wall, waiting for your ex boyfriend to show up.

  You felt nothing short of pathetic, if you were being honest. You needed some more friends if you had to resort to calling your ex boyfriend to come pick you up.

  It was supposed to be your and Beth’s night. You weren’t sure what your plan for a ride home was, but you were supposed to figure that out together. You weren’t drunk, you weren’t even tipsy, so you could’ve driven you both home, but Beth completely abandoned you. 

  Every time you saw her, it got easier to not miss her. She was your best friend and had been for years, but man was she undeserving of that title. You cursed yourself for just now realising that. 

  Maybe you were being too harsh, but tonight was her idea. And it was her who fucked it up.

  Time went on until you eventually recognised the car that pulled up next to you as Nick’s. He kept his eyes forward as you awkwardly got in the front seat, moving your knees so they were close to the door. “Thanks for coming all this way,” you mumble when he starts driving. “I feel really stupid.”

  Nick takes a chance and looks over at you, unknowingly making your heart stop for a few seconds as his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay?” He asks and your chest feels like it was caving in on itself with how genuine his words sounded. 

  You smile at him and nod. “I will be,”

-

July 6th, 1985

8:57 AM

You woke up early the next morning, despite not falling asleep until well after one. 

  After Nick dropped you off, you couldn’t seem to shut your mind off. Being that close to him again had reset your progress for the second time, but you didn’t regret it. 

   And it didn’t help that he had asked you if you wanted to meet at the Shadyside Café to catch up, either. 

  Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest when you began getting ready. After a quick shower, you dressed yourself in dark blue jean shorts, a white, ruffled t-shirt and black converse. You left out the socks as you haven’t gotten around to doing laundry yet. 

  Grabbing your book bag, you slip the necklace Tommy gave you over your head as you leave your apartment. You pause outside of Beth’s door, debating on whether or not to check in on her. Deciding to spare yourself the image of her and the guy she took home, you walk away and down the stairs.

  You wished the café was within walking distance, so you could really have a think about what you were going to say to Nick, but unfortunately it was at least a fifteen minute drive, making the walk twice that, at the minimum. 

  On the drive there, you tried to imagine how the conversation would play out. What would you talk about? Do you tell him you miss him? That you regret letting him walk out all those weeks ago?

  The fifteen minute drive felt as if it was five as you looked up at the familiar, broken sign. 

  A feeling of dread washed over you as you entered the small cafe, your eyes instinctively looking to the back corner, where you usually sat. Your eyes land on the familiar outline of your former boyfriend and your heart sinks a little as you approach him.

  His back was turned to you, so he didn’t see you walk up to him until you were a mere few inches away. When he looked up and met your eyes, you swear you felt the world stop for half a second. 

  You look away quickly, an awkward and embarrassed smile on your lips as you sit across from him. Briefly, your mind went back to the first day you met him, in these exact chairs at this exact table. It felt like forever ago.

  Nick sighs, a tight lipped smile on his face that was only there for a second before he finally broke the silence. “Hey,”

  “Hi,” your reply came embarrassingly fast, but you knew you had nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about. It was Nick, after all. “How are you?”

  “I’m good,” he said, placing both hands on the table. “How are you?”

  “I’m good, really good,” you say, overly cheery that immediately gave away the fact that you weren’t. Nick gave you a knowing look and you broke eye contact, your heart beating faster at the fact that he still knew you so well. You glance out the window, bringing your hand up to the side of your neck as you look at him again. 

  “Your volunteer thing is going well, from what I’ve seen?”

  “Yeah, really well,” you nod. “I was actually offered a job there when I’m done with school.”

  “That’s great. I’m proud of you,” he sounded so genuine it nearly brought a tear to your eye.

  “Thank you,” you smile and try to ignore the ache in your heart that stung whenever you made eye contact. You sigh and decide to get to the point. “Listen, I just wanted to say thank you for last night. I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done without you, you totally saved me.”

  He shrugged, looking down at the chipped table. “It’s no big deal,”

  You shake your head, your brows furrowing as you stare at his hands. “No, it is a big deal,” you say quietly, making him look back up at you. “I can’t keep relying on you, it’s not fair to you at all. I’m not your responsibility anymore.”

  “Y/n,” he mumbled, reaching his hand out to you. You gave him a sad, tight lipped smile as you placed that hand that was rubbing your neck on his. His fingers wrap around yours and his gaze lingers there for a few seconds before he makes eye contact with you again. “I know the break up was messy, but it doesn’t mean I’ve stopped caring about you. You’re still part of my life, even if we’re not together anymore.”

  Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your eyes burning with a feeling you knew all too well. “You really mean that?” You ask quietly, your bottom lip quivering as you take a deep breath. “Because I really needed to hear that I’m not on my own right now.”

  Nick moves his hand so your fingers are laced. “You’re not on your own,” he says, his thumb running over your knuckles. It reminded you of all the times he had done that before, mainly when you were feeling down or stressed. He always had a way of making you feel like everything would be fine. “I will always be here when you need someone. I’m always here for you. You know that.”

  You nod, biting your lip as you push back the tears. “I do now,” you say, looking over his face. He was even more handsome than the last time you saw him and the time before that. You shake your head slightly as you allow your thoughts to take over your words. “God, I miss you. I miss talking to you, being with you. I miss it all.”

  “I miss you, too,” his words break your heart even more. Not because they made you upset, but because they made you realise who you lost. You lost a great guy and an even better boyfriend, all because you let someone else control your thoughts and because you pushed him away.

  “I’m such an idiot,” you murmur, taking your hand away from his to wipe under your eyes.

  “No,” he shakes his head. “You’re just human.”

  You look at him through teary eyes. “I’m sorry,” you practically whisper. You were sure that to anyone around you, this looked like a break up. But they already knew of your break up as news spreads fast around Shadyside. “I’m sorry for pushing you away, for saying I needed space. That’s the last thing I want right now. God, I just… I just want you. I understand if that’s something you’re not wanting right now. I was selfish, I-”

  “Y/n, we broke up over a week ago,” he cuts you off. “I still love you. I always will. I know you need space sometimes and I promise I’ll give you it when you need it. I’ll be more patient and understanding with you if it means I still have you. That’s better than not having you in my life at all.”

  Your lips turn upwards and you grin as more tears escape your eyes. “I’m really glad you said that,” you say, using your palm to press your tears into your skin. “I feel the same way.”

  Nick smiles at you, moving to lean back against the chair, his legs moving out from under the table. You get up and move so you’re sitting on his lap, your side pressed to his front. Your arms wrap around his shoulders while his wrap around your waist, pulling you into him as tight as he could.

  Finally, you felt whole again. You felt like what happened last night, the bar mishap with Beth, was one of the best things to happen to you. 

  It brought you back to him.

  “I’m sorry,” you say again, your mouth right next to his ear. “I still love you, too.”

  You feel Nick grin against your neck as his arms tighten around you even more. “I’m really glad you said that,”

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Valentine - Part 2

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PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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February 14th, 1985

Your boots crunched and flattened the snow that lined the sidewalk, your arm hooked with Beth’s, as you window shopped to pass time. Snowflakes fell on the both of you, getting stuck in your hair and dampening your coats. But, it only made you grin at the pretty weather, your cheeks red and breath visible as you breathed out. 

  There was around a month left of winter and you were probably the only person in all of Shadyside to be sad about it. Beth had been rambling on about a mutual friend of yours named John and how he keeps giving her mixed signals. You listened while admiring the beauty that came with painting a relatively dark town white and making it appear brighter than it actually was. 

  “I mean, he said he wanted to see me today but it’s nearly two in the afternoon and I haven’t heard from him all day,” she sighed and you looked over at her, finding her already looking at you. “Should I be worried?”

  John and Beth had been flirting with one another since the day they met. Neither of them could bury their pride and actually make it official with the other one. It was clear that they both really liked each other yet they chose to let it drag on instead of forming a steady relationship. 

  “About John?” You replied, your left brow raising as you asked the question. “No. That guy is totally into you. Everyone can see it.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right,”

  If the conversation was going to continue, it definitely wasn’t anymore after you reached the doorstep of your apartment complex. Leaning against the brick wall, covered in the black puffer jacket you loved, was Nick. He looked over when he heard footsteps, his breath visible once he opened his mouth to grin at you. Beth had stopped walking while you stepped forward and into Nick’s awaiting arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his wrapped around your waist. Standing on the tips of your toes, you lean up and press your lips to his. 

  It’s a quick kiss that still had Beth scoffing from behind you. “Gross,” she muttered. “I’m going inside.”

  You pull away but keep your face close to his. “How long have you been here?”

  Around forty five minutes. “Not long,” he says and takes one hand off your waist, bringing the single red rose up so you could see it. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  You opened your mouth in surprise, taking the flower from him. “Thank you,” you say, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I wish I knew you were coming today, I would’ve gotten you something.”

  Nick just smiles at you, returning his hand to your waist. “I don’t want anything,” he murmured against your lips. “Just you.”

  “Cheesy,” you mumble and allow him to connect your lips once more. His hands move to either side of your face, the heat of them warming your cold skin. “But, thank you. I love it.”

  I love you. Nick presses a kiss to your forehead and you melt into him. “You’re freezing,” he says quietly.

  “I don’t mind. I like the winter,” you say back, stepping away so you have a clear view of his face. “Spend the rest of the day with me? I can make you hot chocolate.”

  Nick grins. “How generous,”

  “It’s my specialty,” you press your nose against his and take his hand with the one that wasn’t holding the rose. “Plus, I feel cheap for not getting you anything.”

  Nick shakes his head as he lets you take him into the heated building and up to your apartment. “I told you,” he says as you unlock the door. “I don’t want anything.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled and pushed open the beige door with the numbers 308 nailed into it. “I still feel cheap.”

  “You’re acting like a rose is a million dollars,” it was an exaggeration, but it still got the point across. 

  “It’s the thought that counts,” you say and place the rose on the counter. Nick comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. 

  “I missed you,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to your coat.

  It had been about five days since you last saw him. Word of your relationship quickly got out and the residents of both Sunnyvale and Shadyside were not happy to hear about the blossoming romance forming between you two. You didn’t care for their disapproval but you also didn’t want to rub it in their faces. So, you and Nick kept your relationship semi private. 

  “I missed you, too,” you turn around and let him unzip your coat, sliding it off your shoulders until the sleeves gather around your wrists. You looked up at him, conflicted on whether or not to bring up something you’ve been wanting to talk about or wait for another day.

  “What’s on your mind?” He asks and you bite on your lower lip, a nervous habit you had yet to outgrow. You shrugged off your coat the whole way and tossed it onto the table next to you. 

  Your mind went to Beth and her distaste for your nearly month long relationship. She was your best friend and the fact that she had such a clear and deep hatred for the man you felt yourself falling for hurt. You wanted her to get to know him, get to know the guy you know. If she just gave him a chance, she’d realise how amazing he actually was and not one of the stuck up Sunnyvalers he was labeled as just because he lived in a different town.

  “I was just thinking…” You trailed off, not knowing how to explain your thoughts and wishes to him. He places his hands on your arm, comforting you more than you thought anyone could. “I want you to meet my friends. I mean really meet them. I know you’ve seen Beth once or twice since we got together, but she for some reason doesn’t want to get to know you.”

  Nick’s face showed very little expression and you really hoped that one day, preferably soon, that you’d be able to read him as easily as he seems to read you. 

  “It might seem stupid or too fast or something,” you were beginning to ramble now, the need to get all of your thoughts out in one go overpowering the rational side of your brain. “Beth is my best friend and I can deal with the whole town hating my relationship but I don’t think I can deal with her hating it. You mean a lot to me and I think that if she were to give you chance-”

  Nick cuts you off with a quick kiss, effectively shutting you up. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “I’d love to meet your friends, officially,” he says and you let out a small sigh of relief. “I’ve also noticed that Beth doesn’t seem to want anything to do with me, but I know she means a lot to you. If you think this will help her understand us, then I want to do it.”

  “Really?” You ask, surprised at how much Nick understands you and how he further proves himself to you every time you see him. He nods and you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close. He was much taller than you, so you had to strain your body to be able to come even slightly close to his height. Really, you only reached his shoulders, but Nick just leaned down to hug you back, taking some of the pressure away. “Thank you.”

  He kissed the side of your head as you pulled away. “You mean a lot to me, too, by the way,” he places his hands on your waist, standing back up to his full height. You keep your hands pressed against his shoulders, gaze staying on him as a smile forms on your lips. “I want your friends to like me.”

  “Trust me,” you slide your hands up until they’re resting on either side of his face. “Once they get to know you, the real you, they’ll love you. I know it.”

  How could they not? Nick had been nothing but the perfect gentleman to you. 

  “Tomorrow,” he said, setting the date for a much needed friend gathering. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

-

February 15th, 1885

12:30PM

Okay, so maybe getting Beth to like Nick was going to be harder than you thought. Her hatred for Sunnyvalers ran deep and undisturbed for many years now. 

  She was annoyed to no end when you invited her and John out to dinner with you and Nick. “I seriously can’t believe you want me to go out in public with him,”

  You rolled your eyes as you searched for a decent dress. “It’ll be fun. Oh, and tell John to invite Emma,”

  Emma was John’s sister, another close friend of yours. She wasn’t as close of a friend as Beth, but she was definitely up there. You wanted Beth to feel as comfortable as possible, even if her irrational distaste for Nick was starting to get on your nerves, and you felt as though if she was surrounded by familiar people, she might feel better about everything. 

  “I really don’t like you right now,” she muttered and you felt your heart fall as well as your frustration rise. 

  “Beth, come on. You haven’t even tried to give him a chance. He’s trying because he cares about me and wants my best friend to like him,” you say, your patience running thin. “It would be nice if you could at least try and get to know him. He’s a good guy, and he means so much to me. It really hurts to know that you can’t stand my boyfriend without even giving him a chance.”

  Beth stood there, shocked at your words and you watched as her face went from annoyed, to guilty, to frustrated. “Fine,” she says quietly. “I’ll give him a chance. I’m sorry I’ve been selfish these last few days. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

  Your face breaks out onto a smile and you drop the dress you were holding onto your bed, walking over to her and giving her a hug. “Thank you,” your voice was muffled due to your mouth being buried in her hair. “This means a lot.”

  “I’d do anything for you,” she mumbled. “You know that, right?”

  “I do,”

  Beth may have a deep hatred for Sunnyvalers, and especially for your boyfriend, but you couldn’t stop the grin that formed on your lips when she pulled away and gave you a tight-lipped smile. She was trying. And that was all you could ask for. 

  You felt one hundred percent happy for the first time since the day you met Nick, and grateful that Beth was going to at least put in an effort. 

-

5:08PM

“I look ridiculous,” Nick mutters as he fixes the collar of his white button up. 

   “No you don’t,” you say from your place in front of the mirror. You fiddled around with your earrings, the part where you had to connect the pieces behind your ear proving to be quite difficult. “You look hot.”

  Nick shakes his head at your compliment and walks over to you, gently pushing your hands away to clasp your earring on for you. “That’s easy for you to say,” he moved onto your other ear, clasping that one into place as well. “You could leave the house in a paper bag and you’d still be the prettiest girl anyone has ever seen.”

  You scoffed but felt your face heat up nonetheless. Nick reached around you and grabbed your necklace. You pulled your hair to the side, letting him slip the chain around your neck. It was your favorite necklace, a silver chain with a single letter on it, the first letter of your name. Tommy gave it to you for your thirteenth birthday, and the fact that it was the last gift he ever gave you made it that much more special. 

  Once it was on, you turned around to face Nick. “Please,” you say. “You’re the best looking guy I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen my fair share of guys.”

  It was kind of true. You had met a lot of guys, mainly ones that came up to you to either give you pity about your brother or to try and get some insight on him. In reality, you had only been in two relationships before you met Nick. Both of them were in high school and both of them ended terribly. 

  One made you feel so insecure all the time while the other admitted to cheating on you with three other girls then blamed you for not putting out.  Luckily, neither shattered your heart too much and you were able to move on with very little tears shed.

  Then there’s Nick. He made you feel so comfortable and content all the time. It was no wonder you were falling for him so fast.

  He was kind, loyal and thoughtful and you hoped that Beth would see that in him when she gets to know him tonight. 

  “You have, have you?” He asked, resting his hands on your hips. “I didn’t realise I had to compete for your attention.”

  You rolled your eyes, fixing the collar of his shirt once again. “Trust me,” you say, reaching over to grab the black jean jacket that he threw on your bed earlier today. It wasn’t too dressy and it wasn’t too casual, something you know Beth would appreciate as you knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to full on glam herself up for an evening with your boyfriend. “You’re the only guy I have my eye on. You have been since the first time I saw you.”

  “Good,” Nick says and puts the jacket on. 

  You throw on a long, gray cardigan over your black, mid-thigh length dress, and sit down on your bed, zipping up your ankle boots. You realise that you may come to regret not bringing a proper coat, but also didn’t want to risk ruining your somewhat nice outfit with your old, holey jacket. 

  “You’re the only girl I’ve had my eye on, too,” he said. “You have been for a while.”

Seven years, give or take.

  “Lucky me,” you hum, standing up and walking back over to him. You were still shorter than him, but wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips anyway. “Thank you for being so understanding with Beth and everything. It means a lot that you’re giving her a chance, despite her being an ass to you since we got together.”

  Nick’s hands rested on your waist, leaning down a bit so you weren’t craning your neck to look up at him. “Of course,” he replied, bringing one of his hands up to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. “It’ll be fun.”

  You smile up at him, standing on your toes to quickly kiss him. It didn’t last nearly as long as Nick wanted it to and he frowns when you pull away all too soon. “I’m so happy to hear you say that,” you murmur. “You make me so happy.”

  Nick grins down at you, kissing you again, his other hand sliding up your body to grip the side of your face. Unlike the last one, this kiss became heated quickly and Nick pressed his body into yours while your hands gripped his torso. He pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours and his thumb stroking your cheekbone. “I know how important tonight is for you,” he says. “But would it be so bad to just skip dinner and spend the night here, instead?”

  You rolled your eyes, kissing his cheek before pushing him away from you. “In a few hours,” you say. “I’m all yours.”

  “You’re already all mine,” Nick points out as you walk towards your front door.

  “True,” you grab your keys and purse, opening the worn out door. It was once completely colored beige, but with time the paint slowly started to crack and peel off, revealing the dark green it was before. It was embarrassing, your living situation, but it was all you could afford at eighteen. You were humiliated when you showed it to Nick for the first time, but he didn’t seem to mind the ugly door or small apartment, and that in itself had your adoration for the man growing. “But you can’t risk your reputation by being inappropriate with your girlfriend in public.”

  “Fuck my reputation,” Nick mumbled, closing the door behind him. “I didn’t ask for it.”

  “But you earned it,” you say, passing by Beth’s door. She had told you that she was getting ready at John’s house as it was closer to the restaurant you were going to. “And you deserve it.”

   “It’s nothing if I can’t even hold your hand in public without being judged for it,” he muttered, placing his hand on your lower back as you walked down the stairs. “Seriously, the people here need to mind their own business.”

  “Welcome to Shadyside,” 

  Nick led you over to his car, the exterior of it showing just how much he didn’t deserve to be in such a gloomy town. It was shiny, clean, and so much different when compared to the old, beaten up ones that filled the parking lot. 

  You sat in the passenger seat, watching with a nervous smile as Nick started the car. He looked over at you, draping his left hand over the steering wheel while his other gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Are you ready?”

  You nodded, smiling at him as your hand rested on top of his. “Yes,”

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