#The Quarry Fanfic
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Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)
Preview: Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.
Contains: making out, obvious crushing
word count- 2.3k/unedited
This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor.
That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school.
Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship.
You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her.
“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!”
You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know.
Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining.
Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories.
Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?”
“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible.
You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture.
“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted.
“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly.
“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right?
Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors.
When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin.
You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready.
After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight.
“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out.
Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.”
You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan.
You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached.
“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed.
“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!”
You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other.
Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids.
“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.”
He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.”
You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already.
“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening?
The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows.
Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers.
A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.
And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you.
“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off.
You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick.
“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.”
You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet.
You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you.
“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered.
You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.
“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?”
“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over.
“Is this okay?”
You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly.
“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second.
You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?”
Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?”
“I asked first.”
Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.”
You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip.
You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked.
After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together.
“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered.
“I’d be stupid to say no.”
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𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗘..
kaitlyn ka x female reader
a/n: i've been dying for kaitlyn fics, and just the quarry fics in general, because there's hardly any and that makes me want to cry. anyways, first thing i'm hopefully posting so no bullying pls. no werewolves! also sorry if the ending feels like it could be improved, i just really wanted to be finished with this <3
warnings: nothing serious, some making out
word count: 2.4k
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The joyous, fun atmosphere surrounding the gentle flicker of the campfire quickly disappeared, leaving the mood somewhat awkward as everyone who had remained (being Dylan, Ryan and yourself) turned towards Kaitlyn with a disappointed look.
"What?" questioned the small ravenette, sensing the glares from the three of you while she feigned innocence at the situation she, may have, intentionally, created.
"You totally ruined the party man," Dylan absentmindedly responded, taking a sip of whatever beer was left. All of you were a little tipsy, sober enough that thinking clearly wasn't an issue but drunk enough to feel a warm woozy sensation floating around your bodies.
In all truth, you weren't bothered in the slightest by the absence of Jacob, Abi, Emma or Nick. You did like them, sure, though being with them throughout the summer was often challenging - you typically found yourself enjoying the company of the others instead.
The four of you had stuck together for a large portion of the time, and you felt you'd become pretty close; so close that, naturally, you formed a humongous crush on the confident, very attractive, super cool dark-haired girl that was sometimes a little mean to you.
With Kaitlyn, you could never be quite sure about how she felt about you, there had been a few occasions where you doubted if she even liked as a friend. She was hard to read and you were a bit sensitive so, as you can imagine, things got tricky - having a ton of feelings for her only made you suffer greatly.
Then again, when these times occurred where you were miserable, Kaitlyn would periodically open up to you and let you know that, yes, she did appreciate you. Small moments of affirmation after so much doubt made you feel so unbelievably fuzzy inside. Unfortunately, the pair of you were tremendously insecure, because of this, there was a lot of dancing around each other the entire summer, similarly to Nick and Abi.
Suddenly desperate to relish in what could be the last evening with her, a rapid demand to continue the entertainment of 'truth or dare' came spilling from your mouth.
'Someone's...eager," Ryan chuckled slowly, glancing over at you and then at Dylan with a knowing glint in his eye.
Following this, Dylan offered, "Y/N's just disappointed she didn't get to smooch anyone this evening."
"You and me both, Y/N."
It was such a quiet array of words yet everyone heard Kaitlyn mutter them - nobody said anything back.
You were so hopelessly in love with her, that you couldn't help but hang onto anything Kaitlyn said that remotely resembled a reciprocation of feelings.
Shyly, you lifted your gaze from the muddy floor to your friends around you, careful not to stare directly at her gorgeous face. Whatever you were about to say next needed to be calm, one hundred percent normal and definitely not suggestive of anything.
With a brief amount of consideration and overthinking, you said, "Well, I don't know, what else is there to do right now? We can keep playing without the others."
You needed to stop working yourself up over such minuscule things; with Kaitlyn anywhere near you, you couldn't control yourself. Not being a fumbling mess was incredibly difficult.
"Yeah sure, why the fuck not?" Dylan chimed back in with a sense of glee, intrigued to see what would happen next.
"Cool alright, Kaitlyn?"
Deep down, it was clear to you that she would join back in, but part of you still inwardly thanked Ryan for ensuring that she was interested in continuing.
"I'm in, of course," A short pause. "You're a bit far away from us Y/N, you should get a bit closer, come here..."
Watching as Kaitlyn patted the empty space on the rough log impatiently, indicating you join her, an eruption of warmth covered your cheeks at her attention being on you; her wanting you next to her.
"Yeah, come on over here Y/N!"
Obviously, it didn't feel as special when Dylan said it, though, you appreciated how it got rid of some of the tension.
"Okay okay, yes, I'm coming," You spoke up, giggling, absolutely infected with giddiness that was bursting to show. You're sure it did, a big goofy smile plastered to your face as you made your way to the opposite side of the campfire. Apparently, the delight spread to Kaitlyn since you could've sworn she was attempting to mask an excited grin too.
Immediately, a soft scent of honey mixed with something floral was all you could smell, each and every time you inhaled. It made you feel very comfortable.
"Who wants to start it off this time?" inquired Ryan, yet your attention was instantly torn away from him due to the sensation of a soft, smaller hand brushing over your slightly sweaty one.
There was not a doubt in your mind. You had already jumped to the conclusion that it was intentional. From doing an action so small as turning away from you to face Ryan, how could Kaitlyn's hand touch yours in the process if it were on accident? There was no time to think rationally, you were already freaking out like mad. And she loved it.
"I'll go."
Leaving no room for arguments, Kaitlyn's head whipped back round to face you once more, this time with a playful theme prominent within her features.
"Y/N. Truth or dare," she asked, intently, her pretty eyes trained on your very nervous self.
You couldn't pick a place to focus your line of sight, eyes darting from her straight to the floor and back at your two shaky hands resting in your lap. Not in a million years were you prepared to answer 'dare'. In what world did you have the confidence.
Telling yourself it was the sensible response, you requested 'truth' like the jittery coward you are - to nobody's surprise but to Kaitlyn's disappointment.
"Tryna play it safe, are we, Y/N? I'm not letting you off that easily," was all she said as you sat there, patiently awaiting for whatever abomination that was heading your way.
Finally, you observed as her eyes lit up with a sudden delight; her full attention, once again, solely focused on you, not quite prepared for what was coming next.
"Out of everyone here, meaning me, Dylan or Ryan, who would you be the most interested in dating...and you have to answer otherwise it's no fun."
The situation wouldn't have felt awfully suffocating if it weren't for your stupid crush, which you were starting to suspect Kaitlyn was fully aware of. Her plump lips contorted mischievously into something smug - a perfectly arched eyebrow raised while she continued staring you down.
Because of the intense stare and immense amount of pressure you felt you were under, you missed a faint flash of worry flicker in her eye at your hesitation; uncertain whether or not her question had backfired on her.
Words couldn't describe the newfound urge tugging at your stomach to let her know that you so badly wanted to date her, to be with her, to kiss her. You couldn't handle rejection in the slightest but also couldn't bare the thought of letting this go on much longer - missing your chance when you had it.
You felt yourself tearing apart because of a silly crush on a girl who was way too good for you; evidently taking this unimportant game way too seriously. This time, you locked eyes with Kaitlyn, your heart racing, making an effort to bring any remnants of confidence together to prepare an answer.
"Uhhhh, I'd probably wanna date you, Kaitlyn?"
You had never experienced something simultaneously this underwhelming and overwhelming. Really, your response was very simple, basic, and not that huge. If, by chance, the beautiful ravenette was utterly disgusted by your answer it could be put down to merely a game and everyone would move on. You would be devastated but you'd get over it.
Having said that, repulsion was the last thing Kaitlyn felt regarding your answer, instead, a frantic fuel ignited within her. For a moment, she kind of just gawked at you, a bashful awkwardness radiating from your features.
"Truth or dare," she asked once more, this time the question coming across as more demanding, and a slight shake was apparent in her voice. Desperation spurred over her yet she seemed to be concealing it quite well, aside from the little chew on her lip while she awaited your answer, the nervous habit being the only indication of how Kaitlyn felt.
"Hey, what!" Dylan interjected, "Why are you going again, Kaitlyn? It's Y/N's turn."
Though you had to admit that Dylan's disapproval was amusing, you were too engulfed in whatever was happening between you and her. Nothing but you and her. Bathing in her alluring nature, you really did not mean to take this long to respond, you shouldn't be keeping someone that exquisite waiting.
"Dare..."
To outsiders, the atmosphere didn't appear tense at all. The luminous blaze of the golden camp, flickered and your chest tightened by the second.
"I dare you," Kaitlyn breathed out, her words trailing off implying a wane in confidence. Again, she was doubting herself, even when, at this point, the both of you had been as open as you could about your intense romantic interest for each other without explicitly saying anything.
You observed her complexion closely, each insecurity conveyed on her face made your heart rate increase consequently. You yearned for her to give in and do something to relieve all the built up anxiety, yet couldn't blame her too much since you found yourself incapable of initiating the first move.
An abrupt change conjured. Kaitlyn ostensibly bolder.
"I dare you to kiss me."
Silence. You inched forward but couldn't quite make it all the way. You didn't know what it was, something was holding you back. Also, with the audience of the two boys, you couldn't help your sheepish nature.
As though she couldn't handle it anymore, impatient because of your hesitancy, Kaitlyn took matters into her own hands and closed the gap, her soft lips meeting yours. Certain she would tease you about your failure to for fill the dare, you decided it was best to concern yourself with it later - a highly insignificant worry, really.
The kiss didn't last too long. The bliss you felt quickly overpowered by insecurity, and maybe disappointment too. You had hoped the moment you had been chasing for months would at least be longer than a few seconds. Grateful you got to kiss her, yet, you needed more.
"That was...terrible. I'm sorry," You mumbled bashfully, barely audible for Dylan and Ryan.
"Nu-uh baby, it was good," She whispered back, then tugging your face toward her once more.
Whereas the first peck was delicate, shy and over in a few seconds, in this instance, the kiss was deepened almost immediately. Her gentle hands cupped your flushed cheeks, promoting you to tightly grasp at her clothes. It took all of your power to not let any whimpers or whines escape you, making out with someone while other people were around was embarrassing enough as is.
"Okay...guys..." Ryan, being the first to speak up, broke the immersion, the two of you reluctantly pulling away from each other.
"Totally digging how happy you are right now, but, you know, lodge is empty..." Dylan chimed in, somewhat less awkward than Ryan.
You shared a look with Kaitlyn, your shortness of breath mirrored after your lips had been pressed against one another's for an extended period of time.
"Sounds great, thanks Dylan," Kaitlyn rose from her place seated on the log, enthusiasm oozing from her. "Let's get going huh, Y/N?" She proposed, laced with sultry.
You stayed seated, a little dumbfounded about the kiss and relishing in the electric sensation circulating in your body. Kaitlyn gripped your wrist, gaining your attention as her request caught up with you.
"Uh, yeah...yes we should go," Stumbling over your words, you got up, waved to Dylan and Ryan and began your journey back to the lodge. Incoherent mumbling could be heard from the pair left behind. You ignored it, giggling slightly and walked beside Kaitlyn.
When you arrived, you opened up the wooden door and stepped inside, Kaitlyn not giving you an opportunity to voice your opinion on anything; her mouth soon latched onto yours.
It was hungry, and you returned the passion. Although she may have been smaller than you, she still forced you up against one of the aging walls of the building; her tongue buried in your mouth. There was no fight for dominance, Kaitlyn was in control, not that you minded. It was such a rush, her lips all over your cool skin, your trembling hands in her dark hair, the occasional raspy chuckles from her, and the whines from you. Anything either one of you did spurred the other on wildly.
Eventually, distances had to be created since you couldn't keep going without catching your breath.
"I can't believe it took us that long to do this. We could've been having hot make-out sessions all summer" Kaitlyn beamed with genuine delight, her hands retreating from being all over you to placed on her hips, taking her usual sassy stance.
"I know," You agreed, laughing," I was so scared about being rejected"
"It's okay, I was equally terrified. Better late than never I suppose. At least we know now." The ravenette smirked, gazing into your eyes, entertained by how dishevelled you looked, encouraging her to admit, "I seriously am so fucking attracted to you."
Again, you let out a giggle, a noise that Kaitlyn thought was endearing. "Well, I've been fawning over you for like ages now." You blushed, the confession sparking a wave of heat to pass over you. Even though your actions had already said enough, disclosing the information made your shoulders feel externally lighter.
"It does really suck that it's the end of camp, going our separate ways and all" You continued, dejectedly. You were overjoyed that you were finally sharing these movements with Kaitlyn but hated yourself for holding off this long.
She examined your rapidly declining mood, likewise, she was regretful for waiting, however, not an ounce of uncertainty clouded her mind.
"What is there to worry about? Of course, we can stay in touch, I'm serious about this and...I do want to be with you." She reassured you, offering a loving smile filled with comfort. "Just give me your number, baby."
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Made a thing ❤️🫶🏻🩸
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Dylan’s cheeks were burning. He could feel himself fidgeting under the gaze of his fellow counselors and he couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t be cool about this, as much as he wanted to be. Despite his cultivated aura of casual detachment, Dylan had maybe the worst poker face in the entire world when any kind of crisis hit and he was fully aware of that.
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Companion piece to Truth or Dare: Ryan's Version.
Both are excerpts from the second chapter of my longer story Particles & Waves.
Playlist Needle Drop: Still With Me - Jukebox the Ghost
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“I dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn… or Dylan.”
Ryan was the one tasked with the decision, yet Dylan could feel everyone looking at him instead. Had he been that transparent about his interest in Ryan? Apparently he had. He typically enjoyed being the center of attention, but not like this, not when he wasn’t in control of the narrative. Hadn’t he been the one hosting this game show a minute ago? Now he was but a hapless contestant. Bob Barker was calling him to ‘come on down’ and he did not feel at all confident about winning the showcase.
Dylan’s cheeks were burning. He could feel himself fidgeting under the gaze of his fellow counselors and he couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t be cool about this, as much as he wanted to be. Despite his cultivated aura of casual detachment, Dylan had maybe the worst poker face in the entire world when any kind of crisis hit and he was fully aware of that. He hesitated to look at Ryan for this reason. He wanted to try to gauge what he might be thinking, but he didn’t want his stupid whipped puppy eyes to start pleading his case to Ryan without his consent. It was so unbelievably embarrassing to be this invested.
Dylan wasn’t without hope, he’d felt a few of the advances he’d made toward Ryan earlier in the evening had been well-received, or at least not outright rejected, but he was trying to prepare himself in case he wasn’t picked. He didn’t want it to disappoint him but he knew that it would, and realistically no amount of preparation would soften the blow. More than that, he didn’t want the disappointment to show on his face, he knew the others would be looking for it if Ryan kissed Kaitlyn instead of him, and he knew that it being written all over his face was wholly unavoidable as well, unless Dylan somehow quickly found a bag to put over his head.
And then Ryan had said, “I guess both is off the table?”
Wow, Dylan had thought, greedy.
He wasn’t sure how to parse this statement. Dylan was running the numbers but he couldn’t quite work this into the equation to quantify his odds of getting that kiss. It seemed so nonchalant, flippant even, that it made him feel even more foolish for caring so much about a silly little kiss in a silly little game. At the same time, it wasn’t a refusal. It certainly wasn’t a ‘no homo.’ It was more of a ‘yes homo and also yes hetero.’ Sure, anyone could kiss anyone, it didn’t mean anything, really, but this was the closest Ryan had come to making any sort of declaration about his own sexuality the entire two months that Dylan had known him. It was a significant development in his painstaking academic study of Ryan and he was noting it with a more than academic level of interest.
Was this simply the offer of a consolation prize? Was Ryan preparing him by saying, hey, he’d kiss them both if he could, but rules were rules, no hard feelings, pal? Or was he actually thinking of a three-way? Dylan hadn’t cared much for that thought; Kaitlyn was pretty hot as far as his slim appreciation for the opposite sex would allow him to admit, but he really didn’t think he’d like to share.
He was spared this line of thought going any further because Ryan had said his name.
Ryan had chosen him.
“Dylan,” he said, “let’s go.” He sounded pretty happy about it too.
That was his name, right? He was still named Dylan? He decided that he was.
So the consolation prize was for Kaitlyn, then? Dylan loved her dearly but he couldn’t bring himself to feel too badly about that. And Kaitlyn, he knew, was a catch. She was beautiful and funny and cool. She knew about guns and cars and sports and had a mouth like a sailor and a daytime television face. She was the archetypal ‘cool girl’ most straight guys seemed to be fantasizing about. For Ryan to choose him over someone like her hadn’t felt like a stunt to shock or impress the other counselors. It had felt like it meant something.
Dylan had tried not to look too eager, getting to his feet and striding over to Ryan as their coworkers wolf-whistled and cheered. Allyship awards for each and every one of you, he’d thought, and two for Emma. He wondered, belatedly, why he had to be the one taking the walk when it was Ryan’s dare but if Ryan wanted to be a pillow princess about this, Dylan wasn’t about to complain.
And why in the hell hadn’t he put his beer down before he walked over? He was so faintly aware of it in his hand that he would have been in real danger of pouring it over Ryan’s crotch as he leaned over him if it hadn’t been half empty already. Dylan hadn’t realized the risk he’d taken until it was over. That would have been one of those moments that only works out in rom-coms, where the endearingly clumsy protagonist has to go help the love interest clean up and clothes start to come off and things progress from there. At the time, he’d congratulated himself on the near miss, but now he was thinking maybe he should have served Ryan that lap full of Savini’s Best cold-filtered pilsner and taken his chances. Assuming Ryan had let him help out, it would have gotten the two of them away from the fire pit before things started to go sideways, if nothing else.
The kiss itself was only slightly more sensual than when Dylan had smacked the faces of his babysitters’ daughter’s two Ken dolls together when he was 5 years old (though, to be fair, that had felt thrilling and transgressive to him, as a very tiny gay, at the time). He blamed himself for that, he’d been so focused on reining in any untoward impulses he might have that he’d pulled back much sooner than he’d intended. But he had to walk back to his seat and, with everyone looking so intently at him, it would be a bit mortifying to make that journey with any visible degree of a hard on. Still, his lips had pressed softly against Ryan’s lips and no matter how brief or how chaste a kiss it was, it definitely counted. Emma’s truly obscene kiss with Nick followed and it had made him feel a little better that he at least hadn’t put on such an appalling display as that.
But the moment he pulled away, Dylan could have sworn that Ryan had shifted slightly forward after him. It was so subtle that he would question whether it had happened at all, and Ryan had half ruined it with his corny line about being happy to please, but now he was sure that it had happened. He was also sure that the eye contact they’d briefly made when Dylan regained his seat, before he’d forced himself to look down and away, had meant exactly what he’d hoped it meant. This was just a game, sure, but it was also a prelude to something else. Ryan had wanted more, wanted him. And as irrevocably fucked up as everything had become in the interim, having that confirmed still felt pretty fucking good.
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Can you even call yourself a Rylan fanfic author if you don’t take a crack at this scene? I’m thinking no.
#the quarry#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler#rylan#radioheads#dylan x ryan#ryan x dylan#the quarry fanfic#tq radioheads#the hacketteers#kaitlyn ka#the quarry fanfic excerpt#my writing
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My most recent lauramax fic be like
Anyways
#lauramax#the quarry#laura kearney#max brinly#ao3#the quarry fanfic#cough cough hey man we don’t need to talk about it
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Nick Furcillo NSFW audios
Warnings: Smutty sounds
Recently I have been soo obsessed with Nick so I HAD to find audios for yall. Keep in mind they do NOT sound exactly like Nick because, well, its not his actor. Regardless, PLS ENJOY! ;)
Best Friend's Little Sister
Daddy's Naughty Little Tease
Reminding You That You're Mine
Stress Relief After Work
#nick furcillo smut#nick furcillo#the quarry#the quarry smut#the quarry fanfic#nick fucillo x reader#nick furcillo x reader
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I’ve vowed to NEVER post an nsfw fanfic ever again but after looking at the disturbing lack of fanfic for these two im gonna have to come out of retirement.
so merry christmas, quarry fans!!
#jacob the quarry#max the quarry#jacob custos#max brinly#the quarry#the quarry fanfic#the quarry x reader#the quarry x you
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DYLAN BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS
- some quick fluffy headcanons for our lovely jokester!! read my rules and request if you enjoy my writing :^)
- he might act all tough but he gets flustered so incredibly easily. Just a quick peck on the cheek is enough to turn his face fire-engine red
- sharing music and swapping playlists is a must for your relationship. He really loves being able to enjoy one of his favorite things with his favorite person
- his love language is quality time. Any time spent with you is the best in his book. It can be quiet time just basking in each other’s company, exciting time spent going out with friends, or just quick hugs before someone has to leave. He loves each and every little moment.
- Dylan likes driving with no particular destination in mind. He’ll call you up and ask if you would like to go on a drive with him, then set the mood with his driving playlist and make idle conversation with you for as long as he can.
- he plays with your hands a LOT. Any time he’s nervous or just plain bored, he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours and mess with them.
- he’s a great listener; whenever you need to rant or just talk to him about something, he’s there for you
- this man is completely, undeniably in love with you. He stares at you 24/7, makes flirty jokes and tells you pickup lines even though you’re literally dating, and makes sure you always know how much you mean to him through small gestures
- he’s not the jealous type but sometimes Jacob gets a little too close to you, and he gets a little too close to knocking his lights out. Not like he’d ever do it of course, but he offhandedly mentions his killer punch when he’s alone with the other boy
- he’s honestly a really chill boyfriend except when he’s geeking out. He’ll pace around the room ranting about his new technological breakthrough or the details behind quantum physics- it’s adorable, though, and you never fail to let him know.
- Dylan is tall. Will that stop him from trying on your clothes? Absolutely not. He likes to put on little fashion shows for you and stretch the crap out of some old clothes you don’t mind going to waste
- he can be clingy sometimes, especially when he’s in his feels. He will follow you everywhere and flop on top of you when you’re laying down
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!
#solar eclipse.#dylan lenivy#dylan the quarry#the quarry#dylan lenivy x reader#the quarry x reader#dylan the quarry x reader#dylan x reader#dylan headcanons#the quarry headcanons#the quarry fanfic#the quarry game#the quarry dylan#fanfiction#fanfic
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Because my monkey brain has been going haywire for Travis Hackett lately,I just thought of something.Can y’all imagine calling Travis Hackett “pretty boy” and how amusing his reaction would be?
I can imagine this happening during the interrogation scene,after he puts you back into prison,when all hell breaks lose,or all of the above.Either way it just happens.
This man has been called numerous things(and unfortunately,most of the names haven’t been the nicest.I will fight that Bitch and y’all know who)but him being called “pretty boy” hasn’t been on the list until now.
He’s heard it before but to refer to him of all people?Definitely believed more in werewolves before his family got turned than to think of himself as remotely anything near as pretty.
This man is so confused and he’s probably wondering if it got revamped and now means something worse.
“Is that supposed to be an a new insult?”
“No???I’m calling you pretty boy because you are a pretty boy?”
This man has faced some shit as a sheriff and as a part time werewolf hunter but this is one of the few times where he’s just blank.
He finds it hard to believe you’re being genuine about that compliment and even if you weren’t,it doesn’t change the fact how he reacts to that name.
You just turned this 6ft 56 year old into a pile of mush.Literally probably replaying in his head of the exact moment you said it with his heart rate surpassing the fastest of runners.He feels like a prepubescent teen experiencing a crush for the first time and it’s embarrassing.
You a pretty person just referred to him as pretty???
You’re probably worried if your broke him or something because of the way he’s just been standing there,staring at you.
A full minute passed by and now you’re wondering if you crossed his boundaries too much and began to apologize.
“I’m sorry,it seems I made you uncomfortable and promise not to ca-“
“N-no it’s fine.Definitely a much nicer name than what I’ve been called before.You can keep calling me that if you want to.”
And please do.This man in his head is silently begging you too.
“Okay,pretty boy.”
Don’t care if this is OOC and might be trash(probably might edit later).I’ve been up for more than 24hrs and ready to fight God and werewolves barehanded.The lack of Travis Hackett fanfic content is disgusting so here’s my contribution on this hellsite.Also a firm believer that this man is a switch and y’all can’t change my mind.If ya’ll want to use this for a fic or whatever then please do and credit!Other than that,I hope y’all enjoyed this!
#the quarry imagine#travis hackett imagine#sheriff hackett imagine#the quarry x reader#travis hackett x reader#sheriff hackett x reader#the quarry x you#travis hackett x you#sheriff hackett x you#the quarry fanfic#travis hackett fanfic#sheriff hackett fanfic#the quarry travis#travis hackett
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THE QUARRY REQUESTS OFFICIALLY OPEN
Choose your fighter/lover or your favorite pairing, my inbox is open and awaiting!
#the quarry#the quarry fandom#the quarry fanfic#the quarry fanfiction#jacob custos#jacob custos x reader#dylan lenivy#dylan lenivy x reader#dylan x ryan#abigail blyg#nick x abi#emma x abi#kaitlyn ka#kaitlyn x reader#nick furcillo#emma mountebank#ryan ezrahler#laura kearney#laura x max#max brinly#reader#x reader#character x character#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#requests open
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hello quarry fans I am very late to the party but I have just posted the first chapter of my radioheads/rylan fic
it's an AU fic about Ryan and Dylan as ghost hunter channel co-hosts getting into a fucked up situation together, in a semi-epistolary format that I found really fun to write . it's all planned so I'm just writing up my plans whenever I get around to it around my uni stuff
check it out if you like the ship or buzzfeed unsolved or ghost shit or anything.....
thank youuu
(chapters are probably going to get longer and weirder as they go on.. get ready....)
#the quarry#radioheads#rylan#ryan x dylan#dylan x ryan#the quarry fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#me posting
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𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠.
pairing: jacob custos x fem!reader
warnings: strong language
song inspiriation: im not the only one by sam smith
word count: 602
back to hackett’s quarry for another summer of fun.
i had my headphones in the whole car journey there but could still all of the loud voices beside me. kaitlyn and dylan argued about something stupid had knocked into my side.
my eyes skimmed over the trees we drove past - feeling a bit motion sick i looked back into the packed car to lock eyes with the last person i wanted to see.
jacob. surprisingly we used to be the best of friends but that soon flipped around when i realised he fucked me over so he could screw emma.
as i had thought back to all the times we had hung out together it really didn’t surprise me now, the subtle but obvious touches, him always being by her side, him making excuse after an excuse as we had made plans together.
yes, yes i know what you’re gonna say. y/n why didn’t you see that? that’s so obvious! blah. blah. blah.
it’s kind of hard to see someone’s a walking red flag when i’m wearing rose tinted glasses isn’t it?
i was deeply falling for that boy and i thought he had felt the same about me since we had spent every waking minute together, i obviously found that out a little too late.
we had finally arrived back at the camp really early in the day so we had more than enough time to set up. i went off to one of the cabins near the radio shack, setting my stuff and a few of the necessities as i heard the door slam shut.
turning around to be face to face with jacob.
“we need to talk.”
i scoffed at his empty words and carried on with my tasks at hand. he stood in the same spot as when he had walked in, just watching me do things before trying to speak again.
“we really need to put this behind us dude, like i miss you, don’t you miss me? miss us?”
my back was facing away from him. stopping fluffing the campers’ pillows. “you have some fucking nerve walking in here talking about some what? comfort? empathy? something to make you sleep better at night since emma didn’t want your sorry ass?”, jacob looked at his feet in response.
“no c’mon jacob. wanna fuck around with me a bit more, huh?”
“y-you know it wasn’t like that y/n!” i went to walk around him to the exit of the cabin, done with his obvious bullshit. that’s when he grabbed my arm, him with the upper hand with his clear strength advantage. it was no use.
tears filled my eyes as i struggled, “i can’t believe you! i can’t believe you’d come back and do this to me again.” i stopped flailing my arm and started to push at his chest.
“i hate you.” my strong jabs soon turned weak as my sobbing became stronger - i fell and bawled into his chest and he just stood and took it, soon catching my fragile figure.
after a couple of minutes of standing in that position the brunette spoke, “im so sorry. i really am, i never meant to hurt you.” with that said realisation kicked in and i pushed myself away from him, taking a small glance in his direction.
“i loved you.”
he was looking back at me with a pained expression, i honestly couldn’t careless on how he felt in that moment of time.
i gathered myself before walking out the door to the others, he did not think to stop me again, but when he did turn around to do so the door had slammed in his face.
i know i’m not the only one...
#Jacob custos#Jacob custos x reader#jacob custos imagine#jacob custos imagines#jacob custos oneshot#jacob custos oneshots#jacob custos fanfic#jacob custos fanfics#jacob custos x you#imagine#imagines#oneshot#oneshots#the quarry#the quarry fanfic#the quarry fanfics#the quarry imagine#the quarry imagines#the quarry x reader#the quarry x you#x reader#x you#jacob custos angst#angst
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Summary:
"I have… shit to deal with! I told him I needed some time, just like I told you.”
“Holy fuck, I didn’t think you were serious about that.” Kaitlyn looked shocked and a little impressed. "Kinda figured Ryan would be carrying you out of here bridal style.”
“Kaitlyn,” he’d laughed, “I’ve got, like, 40 lbs on the guy.”
"You didn’t see what he was like while you were out, Dylan. Dude was beside himself. He would have found a way!"
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After surviving a night of werewolf attacks and a traumatic field amputation, Dylan takes some time to adjust to his new normal. He wants to know that he can take care of himself before he's willing to act on his enduring feelings for Ryan. It seems like Ryan is willing to wait, but he'd be more than happy to... lend Dylan a hand.
I, uh, did a thing. 👀
#the quarry#the quarry fanfic#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler#radioheads#rylan#✨them✨#i love them i love them i love them#baby’s first smut#pwp#rated e#the most wholesome and heartfelt smut I could write#kaitlyn ka#is also there but just for the sfw part#ao3
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How It Ends- The Quarry
(#FFF234: how it ends)
fandom: The Quarry
characters: Kaitlyn, Dylan, Ryan, Abi, Laura, Max, Others (mentioned)
warnings: canonical character death, grief/mourning, trauma, amputation, blood, injury, horror, dead bodies, tragedy
words: 717
summary: The Quarry cast contemplates the events of the night while driving away from camp finally.
Guys I suddenly got inspired to write a random The Quarry fic because of @flashfictionfridayofficial
Ignore that my first published fanfic on here is this random, also i wrote this in like 30 minutes. I promise ill put my actual fanfic on here some day.
The sunlight turned the blood an angelic hue. An almost shimmering red popping against worn and beaten skin.
Dappled golden rays shone down through the canopy of leaves, bathing them all in what they had most desperately craved all evening; light. After hours of searching, begging, and weeping for it, the end was not what they had expected. Things looked different in the light. The shadows cast by trees were less daunting, the wounds decorating their bodies were less intimidating. The losses were greater, more raw and piercing. Empty spots aching as daylight exposed them.
There was no great applause or lifting of a curtain. Nobody had come to tell them ‘Congratulations! You are still alive!’. Not even the cops had been called. It was just them and the crippling reality of the situation they had advanced and fallen victim to. Six remaining teenagers and the lingering stench of death.
And so they piled into the dirty beat up van, quietly and routinely. The warm cracked leather seats welcoming them into its safe hold. None of them said anything as Kaitlyn assumed her role as the driver, Laura taking up the passenger seat. As the position’s honored title suggests, she clutched the bloody shotgun in her hands still, high alert on even as the van passed through the camp’s threshold.
‘Hackett’s Quarry’ the sign read ‘What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger.’
Dylan was the only one to glance back, craning his sore neck to see the lodge. It was illuminated now through the gap in the trees, from here you could barely tell something amiss had ever happened there. It looked just as it had 24 hours ago, teeming with life and campers.
He almost thought maybe this had never happened. That this was just a dream, though the dull ache thrumming in the spot where his hand used to be suggested otherwise.
Ryan looked over at Dylan, dried blood caking onto his face creating a texture like an old and cracked oil painting. His lips curled into a slight smile, Dylan smiled back.
Silence laid steadily in the bumpy car ride to the main road, nobody wanted to speak about what had happened. No music played over the speakers, it felt wrong now to enjoy something while passing through the site of their most acute horror.
Things would never be the same anymore, too many people had died, too many secrets never meant to see the light of day had been uncovered. There would be no more summer camp and no more Hackett’s Quarry. The empty seats and unclaimed luggage sitting in the van was a stark reminder of what was to haunt them for the rest of their lives.
But for now they were okay, it was over, this was the end.
The jostling of the uneven dirt turned into smooth pavement as they finally turned onto the main road. Everyone let out a subtle sigh of relief, they made it. Even Laura rested her arms, placing the gun on her thighs; she turned to check on Max, his face forlorn and distant.
Dylan was the first to break the silence.
“Is it crazy if I somehow still have the Peanut Butter Butterpops theme stuck in my head?” His voice was weak but still rang out with the same sarcastic note as always.
For a moment everyone stayed still, shocked that the long drawn out silence had ended. Everyone had been shaken out of their own stoic thoughts. Was it okay to laugh at a time like this? Was the question on every mind.
Kaitlyn decided it was.
Her chuckle was the first, a dry and heaving thing. Like all the weight of that night was being released through her vocal chords. She gasped, laughing from the pit of her stomach while clutching the grimy steering wheel. Dylan was next, then Abi and Ryan. Eventually even Laura and Max broke from their serious stare.
The laughter continued for long and got louder as it went on. It all seemed so absurd to them now, like a cheesy movie they’d pay way too much to see at the local theater.
Still smiling, Kaitlyn drove on chasing the horizon. Sun brimming over the edge like a promise.
This was the end.
#The Quarry#max brinly#abigail blyg#dylan lenivy#The Quarry game#Supermassive Games#ryan ezrahler#the quarry fanfic#redscrawl#redscrawl fics#ao3 author#fanfiction#flash fic friday#flash fiction friday#laura kearney#kaitlyn ka#hacketts quarry
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Bad Moon Rising
|The Quarry|
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Sheriff Travis Harkett x fem!reader
Summery: Two years after the curse was ended, you find yourself on your way to the small town of North Kill. It was all because of a favour to your grandparents, but this simple trip to look after their summer cabin during the winter became more than what you bargained for when you found yourself smitten with the curmudgeon of a sheriff.
Warnings: swearing, self-loathing, the beginnings of nsfw content
This is a NSFW story, minors DNI
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Directly across from the front door on the other side of the house were the glass doors to the back yard. Now while that was a little unnerving at times on its own -especially in the dark when shadows played with you- now as you stood there, you felt a fright that you hadn’t expected.
An icy shiver ran down your spine when you saw the doors wide open and knocking against their frames; rain spilling inside. A million possibilities ran through your head as toy stood there for a total of ten seconds, but you forced your rational and logical brain to lead the way. You took a deep breath and slowly backed out of the house. Without taking your eyes off those doors, you grabbed the umbrella by the doorway that you had forgotten that morning, and turned out to the driveway to see if the sheriff had left yet.
Sure enough, his cruiser was still sitting right there idling. You could see him watching you from there, and your veins flooded with relief. Before you could tell yourself to stop being afraid of some open doors, you quickly ran back down and you immediately saw him sit up straight and open his door.
You brought the umbrella over his head as he leaned out to you.
“Something wrong?” He asked, his face the epitome of concern as he took in your worried face.
You sighed and nodded- you knew your fear must have showed when that line between his brows deepened. The sheriff was already half out of the car before you began explaining. Evidently your shaking form and constructed pupils were enough for him.
He’s the sheriff of course he’s worried…
“It might just be the storm, b-but the back doors are wide open and I always lock them…d-do you think you could just check the house?” You hated how your voice shook. It was so silly- you must have just forgotten to lock them. But you had seen enough horror movies to know that it’s better safe than sorry.
But you didn’t even finish your sentance before he was walking with you to the steps. “I would suggest you remain by the front door, ma’am.” He said firmly, “Lock the doors that have opened and the front one after we’re inside. If someone’s in there we don’t want them leaving before I get to them.”
Travis stared down at you, and he had to dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out to you. He wanted to help you and let you know you were safe with him; when your eyes stared up into his, he hated to admit that it made him feel like the most powerful, important person in the world. With you looking at him like that, he would do everything in his power to keep you away from harm.
“S-sure.” You stuttered, doing as he said, “Thank y-you.”
The older man nodded to you, and closed the door; the sound echoed through the house, and made you jump ever so slightly. You hoped he didn’t notice how nervous you were.
He did.
Just as he had told you, you walked to the glass doors and latched them shut with a little struggle that made Travis smirk to himself.
As Sheriff Hackett took a few steps inside, he unsnapped the cover to his gun for better access, and you hated that it made you warm. You mind must have been so mentally fried for you to react in such a way. At least that’s what you told yourself.
You watched him quietly make his way through the house. His steps were so light and sure that you found yourself transfixed on him; once he did an initial sweep of the lower floor he called out, “Police! Anyone in this house had better come out now with your hands up before I find you.”
By the sound of his tired, rough voice, he must have been in the living room. Your eyes darted around from your place by the front door; small shadows in the corners of your eyes kept making you jump.
Finally, his footsteps began coming back towards you and he gave you a look-over before continuing upstairs. You watched him until he disappeared down the hall, and as he covered more and more of the house, your worry began to dissipate.
You heard the crackle of his radio as he moved to the opposite end of the upstairs, and you slowly began undoing your coat and stepping out of your boots. Shivers began to shake you as the adrenaline wore off, and you heard the sound of the sheriff’s shoes descending the stairs.
“There doesn’t seem to be any threat in the house, ma’am. If someone did come through here they’re gone.” He said, coming to stand by the front door as he snapped the pistol cover back into palace.
You nodded as you hung up your coat, and rubbed your arms, “T-th-thank yo-you, Sheriff Hackett.” You said through your chattering teeth.
The sound instantly made Travis snap his gaze to you. He took inventory of the tremor in your arms and hands, the loss of colour in your pretty face, and your inability to speak normally.
You saw him regard you for a second, and his brows pinch together. “You caught cold.” He said a-matter-of factly
You laughed and nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Th-that’s what-what I get for n-not listening to myself.” You said with a shrug. “I-I’ll start a fire and g-get warm…do-don’t worry about me.” You looked away from him, not able to hold his stare.
Travis might have been less than pleased with the fact that you had been playing with him -or so he thought- but seeing you in such a state made his eye twitch.
Setting a fire with tremors in your hands strong enough to start an earthquake?
Absolutely not.
He sighed.
“Go get dry. I’m not letting anyone start a fire in this condition.” He said firmly, already slipping off his shoes before walking past you into the large living room. You stared after him in shock, but he didn’t leave any room for you to protest.
So you did as he said.
Once in your room, you peeled off your soaked clothes and found a comfortable shirt and sweatpants; you dried your hair to the best of your ability, and by the time you were done, your teeth had stopped chattering. You cursed yourself for not doing laundry the day before, but in your foggy, cold mind you figured it didn’t matter too much if you didn’t wear anything underneath.
Once you padded your way downstairs, you had to hide your shy smile when you saw the sheriff crouched in front of the fireplace, poking at a log as the flames crackled impressively.
You got lost in watching him, and forgot that he could see you. He turned back to you and stood slowly, his joints probably aching from being in the difficult position. Hell you were about half his age and you ached from bending over.
Travis had spotted you as soon as you entered the room. He spent an extra moment kneeling, and stabbing that damn log to get his frustration out just to gather himself; he could barely stand how adorable you looked in those pants that were too big and that sweatshirt that he could clearly see your nipples through-
“Better?” He asked, staring down at his hands as he dusted them off.
“Much. Thank you again.” You said a little absentmindedly. You were painfully aware of the fact that he wouldn’t look at you.
Did I do something…? Oh god he must be annoyed with me asking for him to check the house…maybe I could make him some-
Before you could finish your thought, the man nodded, and began to walk towards you, “Stay warm. Don’t go out until the storm ends.” He said, passing by you without even glancing in your direction.
He was leaving.
Your brain grew desperate at the thought. You wanted to keep him there just a little longer. You just wanted to talk to him, know him.
“Are you going?” You asked so quietly. You hoped he didn’t hear that you were upset.
But he did.
And it just about knocked the wind out of him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He replied, setting his jaw.
Leave, old man. She’s just toying with you.
“Can’t I make you some tea? You helped me so much I feel bad for you to just go back out into the storm.” You trailed after him.
“It’s my job.” He said, already halfway to the door.
He’s mad at you and he’s not going to come back…
“Sir, just wait the storm out a little. It’s dangerous out there.” You tried to reason with him.
He huffed and shook his head, “You get used to it, ma’am.”
The way he said that made you wonder if there was a double meaning to his sentence; perhaps being used to beings along? You knew nothing was getting through to this man. And you felt your heart grow restless. You didn’t even know that you wanted him to stay so badly until one word left your lips.
“Please…?” You whispered. As the word left your mouth, you weren’t sure if it was you who said it. It was so soft and hopeless that you didn’t recognize your voice.
You had never begged someone to stay.
And Travis had never had someone beg him.
Finally, he paused.
The sheriff turned and put his hands on his hips as he stared down at your form, and you suddenly felt very small. Your eyes nervously flicked from his as they burned into your skin, to inanimate objects in the house that were suddenly fascinating.
His face was firm, and his mouth was set in a line as he thought.
The nervousness in your face started to make him second guess himself.
What if she actually-
Dammit Travis get your ass out the door.
“Ma’am, I really…”he started, but his words died right there when you looked at him as he spoke. Were your eyes always that big? His heart twisted and his gut felt hollow.
You’re weak Travis.
He sighed, not meeting your eyes, and wiped a hand over his face, “Fine. One cup.” He said, and you nearly cried with joy.
He’s going to stay! Don’t mess this up y/n…
You made your way into the kitchen, and quickly lit the propane stove to boil the kettle. You were so happy that you didn’t even stop to see if he was following you.
“What kind of tea do you like? I have Earl Grey, Jasmi- oh!” You jumped when you turned to the door, and saw that he was leaning against the island. “Sorry…I thought- never mind. Um…do you have a preference? Or do you want coffee? I have some great hot chocolate too.” You asked, unconsciously wringing your hands as you thought.
“Whatever you like.” He said simply, crossing his arms. His face was indifferent, and you wondered if he even wanted to be there. It seemed like your attempt to make contact with him was not going as well as you had hoped.
Travis, however, was in a violent internal battle with himself.
He liked you. Far too much. With your soft voice, and that smell that clung to you that reminded him of life before…everything.
And god…those touches you shared…
At his simple answer, you nodded and decided on jasmine. You focused on anything but the tremors in your hands, and found yourself glancing at his heavy utility belt still slung around his narrow hips.
“I don’t know if you’re allowed but you can take off that belt- it looks uncomfortable…I promise I won’t attack you.” You said as lightheartedly as you could.
He quirked an eyebrow.
You immediately regretted saying anything, and you went back to making the tea, not daring to look at him.
Well done y/n. Just make an idiot out of yourself why don’t you?
You heard him leave the kitchen, and you hoped he wasn’t leaving the house after your idiotic comment. Your ears burned as you listened for the sound of the front door, but it never came.
The tea stared back at you from the two cups, and you mentally slapped yourself for not asking if he wanted anything in it. For safe measure, you put a little milk in each before walking back into the living room.
As soon as you stepped inside, a warmth spread across your cheeks and down your neck. On the end of the coffee table was his belt- pistol and all. He was sat with his arms crossed, staring out at the window. Your poor heart began beating against your ribs furiously.
“I wasn’t sure if you liked anything in it so I put a little milk, is-is that okay?” You asked, sitting beside him, and placing his cup on the table.
“That’s fine, thank you.” He said, leaning forward to take it.
You both sat quietly for a moment, staring out the big window that showed the thick forest that swayed in the wind. It was like there was some sort of elephant in the room that neither of you wanted to address; you had a million things you wanted to ask him, but until you talked about the reason behind you having him sit on your couch, tea in hand all because you begged him, your conversation was going nowhere.
“You really saved me today, sir.” You murmured after a minute.
He sighed.
“Wasn’t a problem, ma’am.” He replied, taking a sip. Everything he did was so…practised.
This man didn’t know how to take a compliment. He had really out his neck out for you, and here he was brushing it off.
You thought back to him checking through the house; how sharp his eyes had been, how careful his steps were.
He cared. Whether he cared a lot or a little didn’t matter. The fact that he wanted you safe - on more than one occasion- was enough to make a little adrenaline pump through you.
“Y/n.” You said, a little emboldened.
Travis looked over at you, a little caught off guard.
“I’m no ma’am…just call me y/n.” You whispered simply.
The older man sucked in a breath, but didn’t nod or say anything. You would see how set his jaw was as he thought. You wished you could have climbed inside him to see what was eating him alive-
“Did you mean it?” He asked finally.
It was your turn to pause. You weren’t expecting him to say a word let alone ask a question.
“Mean what?” You replied, genuinely confused.
Travis glanced at you from the corner of his eye and regretted it immediately when he saw your brows all scrunched up.
Does she have to do that?
He wanted so badly to kiss that crease that formed there.
“What you said, that morning.” He said quickly.
Oh.
Your cheeks warmed up when you remembered exactly what you had told him. A part of you had hoped he forgot about it, but clearly not.
You nodded, “Every word, sir.”
Finally, Travis looked over at you and while you wished his face would relax, it didn’t. If anything, he looked almost pained.
And he was. Travis was torn apart under his skin as the full weight of his infatuation settled on his shoulders.
The first person to actually show any care towards him would leave in a matter of months.
He sighed and took another sip of the tea.
I suppose it’s what I deserve…
Silence fell over both of you again, and you opened your mouth to say something about how you wanted to know more about him, but your mind went blank when there was a crack of thunder and the lights went out.
The house was plunged into near darkness, save for the fire.
“Shit!” You gasped, and spilt some hot tea onto your pants as you jumped in surprise.
Travis tracked your every movement and went to get up and help, but you waved a hand to tell him to stay put, “If we’re both walking around we might crash into eachother.” You sighed and got up to check the breakers.
Travis’s breath caught at the idea.
That wouldn’t be so terrible…
The image of you walking into him as you fumbled in the dark, and him holding you up straight suddenly shot through his mind…your surprised breath catching in your throat at the feeling of his hands on you-
Stop it old man.
Sure enough, nothing turned on; you were going to be without power for a while. Probably a tree on the lines. Next you trudged upstairs, only tripping a couple times, to find some dry pants. You went to the smaller fireplace in the room and made quick work of lighting a couple logs. It was going to get very, very cold and you didn’t feel like catching cold. The flames cast a calm glow to the room, and you took a moment to bask in it.
Then you remembered the man sitting on your couch, and you almost jumped up to find something dry to wear.
Without completely tearing your room apart in the dark, you managed to find some athletic shorts, and sighed as you pulled them on. As soon as they clung to your thighs, your face lit up as the seam rubbed against your bare pussy.
If you hadn’t already taken so much time to find those shorts and light the fire, you might have tried to find something else or just a pair of panties. If your heart wasn’t begging you to return to him, that is. So you accepted the discomfort and padded back down the dark stairs.
“Sorry about that, sir…I think this part of town is going to be without power for a while…” you sighed, coming back into the room, “Must be a tree on the lines or something…”
Travis was knelt in front of the fire again, poker in hand. When he turned back to you, he swore the air was knocked out of his lungs.
Shorts? Fucking shorts, girl?
But he stood up and looked around at the dark house, and at the storm, ignoring the stiffness in his pants.
“You’ll be alright?” He asked.
His concern made your heart dance.
You shrugged, and sat back on the couch.
“I hope so. I mean I’ll be without any phone but I think the landline works so if I have any emergencies I should be able to handle it.” You said, and he joined you in sitting. It was only when you grabbed your cup again that you realised that you had sat much closer to him that before.
You both seemed to notice at the same time, and you swore you saw his ears go pink even in the low light.
After another beat of silence, you placed your cup down and leaned back onto the couch, watching the raging trees outside. It seemed to lull you into a trance, and your eyes glazed over. It was only when you heard him place his cup down too that you snapped out of it. He took a deep breath, and finally relaxed into the comfort of the cushion behind him, but when you looked over to see if he was comfortable, that was your mistake.
As Travis leaned back, he flicked his eyes over to your relaxed form, but met your eyes instead.
Those dark eyes of his had glanced to you so casually, but at soon as they connected, you both froze.
Caught.
You stopped breathing for a moment, and the lack of air must have made your brain stupid. You couldn’t think. Your rational thoughts flew out the window, and you knew you would blame your lack of oxygen later for your actions.
Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over the two feet between you and the older man, and brushed your lips against his.
The roaring of the storm stopped, and you couldn’t even hear the fire crackling.
The kiss was so light it almost didn’t happen.
But it did.
You pulled away quickly, eyes wide. A harsh shadow was cast over half of the sheriff’s face; you wished desperately that you could have seen how he was looking at you properly. Finally, your brain started to work, “I-“ you tried.
Travis thought he might have been having a heart attack right there by how tight his chest was. But then as soon as you said that one syllable, he was brought back to earth.
“I should be on my way ma’am.” He said shortly, standing up and already grabbing his belt. You barely had time to say anything before he had started towards the hall, not even fastening his belt or clipping on his radio.
The reality of your actions fell on top of you, and you felt mortified. Was he rejecting you? Had you been mistaken with his kindnesses and soft touches? Oh god he must think I’m just trying to jump is bones-
You walked briskly behind him, “Wait, I-I’m sorry. Please, would you just-“
He suddenly stopped and turned back to you, his face hard and unreadable in the dark. You bumped right into him, and stumbled back.
“I- I’m sorry, I don’t know what-“
But he was past apologies.
“I don’t appreciate being made a fool of, young lady.” He snapped, harshly slinging his belt around his hips.
A fool…?
You blanched, and shook your head, “T-that wasn’t my intention, sir…I suppose there are better ways to go about it but I…” you couldn’t say it.
“What?” He asked harshly, not even stopping his fastening of his bet.
His tone should have made you feel guilty, but somehow the firmness only made your skin warm up.
“I…I like you very much…” you breathed out.
It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.
Travis couldn’t look at you.
Even if you did like him.
And he liked you.
And even if you did stay.
He couldn’t have you.
He didn’t deserve you.
He clicked the belt into place- the sound making you jump.
“Well, don’t.” He bit.
Travis went to turn away again, but a sense of determination was set in your bones. A frustration. This man lived in a world where all his meanings were between the lines, and it was exhausting to keep up with.
“What do you mean ‘don’t?” You asked, grabbing his arm to keep him in place. You weren’t usually one to get so riled up, but something about his cut off attitude made you need to understand what he was thinking. Because at that point, you didn’t understand anything at all.
He was exasperated, and you touching him wasn’t helping, “Exactly what I said. Don’t.” He huffed and took your hand off his arm, trying to ignore how soft your skin was.
You stood there for a moment, just beyond the front foyer. You watched him walk away.
Maybe I was wrong…
This was all a mistake.
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Note: there will be a part 4
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hiya! could i please request nick furcillo smut with afab reader (she/her)? the only specific kink i have in mind is dom!nick, and maybe if you’re ok with it, no reader orgasm? i personally find it hard to cum ever lol and every fic i read has like 383737 reader orgasms eeee 🙈 tia!!!
hiya! of course i can! please enjoy this it took some time because i wanted to get it perfect as this is my first request! btw tysm for requesting! <3 Sorry it is a bit short but I tried my best!
My little cumdump.
dom!nick furcillo x afab!reader
WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) porn with no plot, breeding kink (if u squint), oral (male recieving), name calling (princess), rough sex, hair pulling, no reader orgasm but nick finishes twice lol, probably ooc nick.
675 words.
You don't know how it got to this. Your lips wrapped around Nick's hard cock, his hand tangled into your hair and your fingers desperately rubbing your clit through your panties. It started with just watching a movie together that neither of you were actually paying attention to. "Fuckk (y/n), such a good girl, letting her daddy fuck her throat, hm?" He forced your head down on his aching cock with the hand in your hair. Such force made you choke. The clenching of your throat around him made him throw his head back in pleasure.
"Sorry princess, but you know daddy has his needs, right?"
He looked down at you as your plump lips wrapped so perfectly around his length. He couldn't help but let out a moan at the sight of this. "God you look so fucking perfect with your lips wrapped around my cock. You love taking me in your mouth, don't you princess?" You moan on his dick, vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close. You swirled your tongue rapidly around him and with one final thrust, his seed spilled into the back of your throat. You took his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop and his cock sprang back onto his stomach. He tsks wiping the dripping cum from the sides of your mouth. "Such a waste of my cum, (y/n)." You swallowed however much of the cum you had left in your mouth with a loud gulp.
He smirks, "Good girl. Now let me fuck your pretty hole."
Nick flipped you over so you were in doggy. He pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his head up and down your slit. "How much do you want this baby? Let me hear you say how much you want me to fuck your pretty cunt." he says as you look behind at him. "Please... please let me make you feel good. I want to be your cumdump." That was all it took for nick to push himself into you completely. You whimpered at the sudden action and Nick started to thrust slowly making sure you adjust to his length before pounding into you. The sound of his hips crashing against your ass filled the room.
"Fuck N-Nick.. you feel so good!" you moaned out. He pulled your head back to look at him with your hair and you bit your lip. "God, you are such a mess for me, aren't you?" he smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. His lips smashed onto yours and his kisses were full of lust. You moaned into it and he bit your bottom lip. You arched you back more to give him better entrance. "God, Nick right t-there! Please!" You whined as he brushed against your g-spot. He began abusing that same spot over and over again. "Mm, did I find my princess' spot?" he chuckled and both his hands fell to your hips. "N-Nick!" The sound of your name coming out of his mouth made him impossibly harder and he destroyed your cervix with more vigorous thrusts. You contracted yourself around his cock and you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck baby if you do that I won't be able to hold back any longer." he said, hands tightening around your waist.
"Please.. Please cum inside.."
And just like that, he completely let go. His thrusts became animalistic and it felt way to good for him not to cum. You moaned so loud, you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard you. "Good girl, let everyone hear how good I make you feel." Suddenly, his thrusts were slower and sloppier. His vision darkened and his heart was beating incredibly fast. "J-just a little m-more." He grunted chasing his release. He shuddered thrusting into you one last time before finally painting your velvety insides white with a long sigh. He pulled out watching his cum flowing out of your hole.
"Such a pretty girl.. I guess you are my cumdump."
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