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dearsnow · 2 years

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Hi! May i request something with Dylan where the reader realizes they have feelings for him, but assume he doesn't feel the same way, so they start avoiding him. Then he catches them alone and asks why are they avoiding him and you can decide whether he likes them back or not. I hope this isn't a silly request 😅

CAUSE AND EFFECT

- cause: running from your feelings. effect: they start to catch up. (angst -> fluff, dylan lenivy x gn reader)

word count: 1,214

a/n - first official fic on this blog!! i’m so happy <3 thank you for requesting. requests are still open and i really don’t think they’ll close anytime soon unless i get like a million at once lol

You hate how your heart squeezes when you pass Dylan. There’s a lump in your throat, tears in your eyes, and a heavy, choking feeling wrapping around your chest. It hurts. It hurts so badly and you can’t help it. You try, though. You definitely try. Mantras of “I can’t like him, he’s just a friend” and “it’ll never happen, just stop trying” fill your head every second of every day. It never works out.

Your heart pounds just a bit faster when he’s in the room. You can’t help but laugh at his stupid, sarcastic attempts at masking his inner self. You know his inner self. You love his inner self, shown to you through bits and pieces and sometimes big chunks all at once. You want to know every nook and cranny of his brain.

You’ve fallen for him headfirst and there’s very little you can do about it.

He doesn’t like you back, though. That’s something you’re sure of. His heart surely never beats in tandem with yours, and you’ve never noticed his cheeks becoming redder when talking to you, but maybe you’ve just never looked. You mentally curse yourself for ever thinking that at all. You need to lose whatever fantastical notion you’ve put inside your fucked up head.

Maybe you can’t quench these feelings. Maybe you’ll always love him, pining for your summer camp crush when you’re in a loveless marriage, taken by the only person who has ever paid any semblance of attention to you. You scramble for solutions, trying to wrap your head around something, anything that could put an end to your hurt. Finally, after hours of thinking, you stumble upon one thing that just might work. Ignoring him.

It’ll hurt for sure. He’s your best friend at camp and you seriously don’t think you can live without his crappy jokes, but it must be done. Surely he’ll lose interest, stop talking to you, and even become resentful of your standoffish attitude. If you can make him hate you, maybe you’ll lose the love you hold for him and his beautiful brown eyes.

So that’s what you do. Every time he walks up to you, you turn around and start walking the other way. You find every excuse in the book and list them when he tries to hang out with you. You talk to the others when he’s right in front of you, silently pleading for you to just pay attention to him.

You need to get rid of this ache in the empty space in your chest, ever-beating and making things so, so much harder. Therefore, you must continue. It’s simple cause and effect. Ignore him, lose feelings. That’s what you tell yourself.

It hurts. And you hate it. And it must continue.

Dylan hates it just as much as you do. There’s this sinking feeling that pulses through his body the minute you turn away, and it makes him feel helpless. Useless. If he can’t be something to you, then what’s the point?

He thinks it’s something he did that sparked this new trend of ignoring him, and it really hurts to see the person he thinks highly of deliberately avoiding him.

There has to be something, anything that can bring you together again, he thinks. If not as lovers than as friends. He just can’t let you resent him for any longer.

There’s this spot you like to go to when you’re thinking, and he knows it as well as you do. Of course he does, he was with you when you found it. So, when you disappear again, he knows where to go.

“Shut up. You need to shut up and get your stupid head away from hi-“

“Am I interrupting something?” He calls. You turn around so quickly you almost get whiplash.

“Dylan. Hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Your voice sounds strained, almost forced. Like you were greeting an annoying acquaintance after years of not seeing them. In the back of his mind, though, Dylan thinks he can almost see the spark of familiarity that makes your eyes so full of life.

“I just thought… I don’t know. Maybe we should. Uh. Talk. No jokes this time.” He fidgets with the corner of his shirt. It’s extremely obvious he’s uncomfortable with the energy that has settled around the both of you, shrouding your hope in a thick layer of gloom.

“Now might not be the best time.” You smile, but it falls short of your eyes.

Taking initiative, and praying to whatever higher power may be overlooking the situation, Dylan cuts you off. “No. We need to talk. At least before camp ends. C’mon, you can’t think I don’t notice how you act around me now. The whispering behind my back. The whole running away thing. What’s going on with you?”

You stumble on your words. “Nothing’s going on. Nothing you would understand, anyway.”

“Try me.”

“I don’t think I should.” You smile again, more genuinely this time. There’s a crack of your familiar humor shining through your tough shell.

“As I said, try me.” He smiles back. The tension seems to have eased just the slightest bit, just enough for you to think ‘fuck it’ and ruin your friendship for good.

“I like you.”

“And I like you. That’s why I came out here instead of being nice and cozy in my cabin.”

“As more than a friend. I like you a lot. I’ve liked you for so long.”

His eyes widen and he mouths an ‘oh’ before, to your horror, grinning. It’s exactly what you’ve been afraid of this whole time. He hates you. You’ve just lost your good friend because your stupid feelings got the upper han-

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me like shit in a kiddie pool?”

You can feel a lump in your throat as you choke out a “yeah”. Your eyes begin their familiar routine of stinging as they fill with tears before a pair of warm hands grasp your shoulders.

“Me too.”

“Huh?”

“I like you too.” He leans in, whispering directly into your ear. “As more than a friend.” His newfound confidence quickly dissipates and he’s left tripping over his words, the approximate distance of your body to his filling his mind. “Seriously though, what the hell was your thought process? ‘I’ll just avoid him until he hates himself! Haw haw haw!’” He attempts to imitate your voice, causing both of you to come down with a case of the giggles.

“I just figured it was like cause and effect. Cause: avoiding Dylan. Effect: losing feelings.”

“That’s…” he squints in your direction. “I don’t want to say stupid, but it totally is. Especially for you, smarty mc smart pants.”

You look at him skeptically. “Smarty mc smart pants?”

“Totally. It’s your new nickname now.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“So, what are we now?” You’re hesitant with this question. It feels almost too soon and not soon enough at the same time, but you have to know.

“Kissing.” He grins, his hand working its way up to your jaw.

He presses his lips against yours, and in the whole entire history of the world, nothing has ever felt as right as this.

Cause: avoiding Dylan.

Effect: getting a boyfriend.

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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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Hiii! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could request a fic on one with the reader not having a great day and Dylan comforting them? (I’m not having a brillant day myself so I think this would definitely cheer me up😂)

Thank you so much if you do write this!! 💗💗 <3

Hi dear! I'm sorry to hear about your not-so-great-day. I personally have been prone to quite a few loads of them these past few months. I hope life treats you to nothing but incredible days from now on, filled with a lot of love and happiness. In the meantime, enjoy this short fic! Love, Vy ❤

Dylan Lenivy x Reader (Gender Neutral) [The Quarry]

Warnings: Homesickness, Minor Melancholy, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Angst

The nightmarish time you had last night was just the prolog to the awful day you'd be experiencing today.

A few campers staying in your cabin were not having the greatest time due to the storm roaring outside while others were dealing with a minor stomach bug. In short, you didn't get to bed till close to 3 AM and when you lied down you were finally made aware of the painful sunburn on your back.

Today hasn't been any kinder than the night that brought it. If anything, it's meaner.

The campers struggling with the tougher symptoms of the stomach virus had to leave this morning. You were treated to a couple of teary goodbyes with kids who you loved spending time with, giving them swimming lessons and building sand castles.

You were already in a low mood when you got a letter from home.

It wasn't an atypical letter by any means. It had the usual greetings, questions and updates on all that you've missed while on-duty at the Quarry. But due to your sunken spirits, the letter hit you differently than it was meant to. It made you miss home. Your pets, your parents, your siblings.

And things didn't get much better considering you're now sitting on a slope of a small hill overlooking the lake. The problem is - you're not sitting here voluntarily. A twisted ankle's got you down. The pain isn't really the biggest issue, it's got more to do with this incident being the cherry atop the crappy ice cream this day has presented you with.

Tears seep down your cheeks, a result of the dull ache spreading throughout your foot, the homesickness and the unkind day that's still got plenty of time before it ends.

"Y/N?" You quickly wipe away the tears and the stains they've left on your cheeks when you hear a familiar voice say your name, "Is everything ok?"

"Y-yeah, everything's fine." You could've fooled him too, if your voice wasn't as shaky as your lie.

You didn't have to turn around to know he was approaching - his footsteps echoed closer until he was beside you. "You sure? Cause it doesn't exactly seem like it."

You sniffle, wiping some dirt off the hand that's holding onto your ankle, "Just twisted my ankle. The storm has turned the place into 90% mud. Should've thought of that before going down a slope so carelessly." It's not a complete lie, but it's far from the truth either.

Much to your surprise, Dylan sits down stat on the wet grass next to you, his jeans printing green as you process the sight. He extends his arm to show you a nasty bruise by his elbow, "You're not the only one that took a tumble today. I slipped on the freaking stairs to the booth. Felt real damn ridiculous too."

His confession manages to get a genuine chuckle out of you, "Want a kiss to make it better?"

"Are you offering?" He wiggles his eyebrows, turning that chuckle into a laugh that for a moment causes all your melancholy to dissolve.

"I will if you tell me where does one kiss a person to heal them from non-physical injuries?" You bend the uninjured leg at the knee, resting your folded arms on it, laying your head so that you're looking directly at him.

Dylan's eyes widen for a moment, stunned by the depth of your question in response to his (intendedly) flirty remark, "This got poetic. What 'injuries' do you mean exactly?"

You shrug, "Like, homesickness, loneliness, self-doubt, low self-esteem, the feeling of not being good enough. That sort of thing."

Dylan doesn't even bat an eye, now fully prepared to be deep-conversation-diving. Though, something in his gaze tells you he's taking this just as seriously as he knows it means to you.

"Well....to remedy that, I think I'd kiss the person...." his curled pointer finger comes to rest below your chin, his thumb gently running over your lips, "....here."

It's your turn to be stunned, but your ability to recover isn't any less than his - which is why you lean in and press your lips to his.

It's a sweet, small yet seemingly endless fragment of time that has ridden you of all your pain. In that moment, you forgot how pain feels, the physical and emotional kind alike.

And you're sure that no matter how long it would've lasted, it wouldn't have been enough. Which is why you damn near pout when his lips disconnect from yours.

"Better?" He asks kindly.

"All better." You nod with a suddenly shy smile.

"Let's get you up then. It's almost time for dinner." Just as Dylan starts getting up, you wrap a hand around his wrist, stopping him.

"Wait!"

He freezes mid-motion, allowing you the two seconds you need to press a gentle kiss to the bruise on his arm.

Your smile borders into a smirk as you ask: "Better?"

His smile is nothing short of heart-melting as he replies, "All better."

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fandommissingmoments · 1 year

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Physics Lessons (Dylan Lenivy)

Back home, Dylan had always found it easy to fall into the role of nerd. Sure, there had been times at school when he’d rather have figured out that he was good at anything else. Times when he hated that it was the frequency of radio transmission that stuck in his head, and not things that had larger followings to talk about. But summer camp changed all that. At Hackett’s Quarry he could be anyone he wanted to be. Nobody knew him, so if he decided he was going to be the funny man, he could take that plunge. If it failed, who cared? He’d never see those people again, and those that might have stayed in contact would be the good ones who wouldn’t care that he was a fulltime nerd as well as a funny man.

A week into camp, and Dylan thought he was doing well. Not once had somebody called him a nerd - at the very least, not in a malicious way. He laughed with Jacob even though back home he was the sort of jock he’d have avoided. He’d learnt to take the brashness of Kaitlyn on the chin because she was like that with everybody and not singling him out specifically. He’d even managed to speak to Ryan about a love of radio without coming on too strongly about the science behind it all, and the history that had been his obsession since childhood.

A young girl sat on the log near the fire pit. None of them were meant to be out, but he’d been tasked with the job of tracking down any wayward kids to make sure they were back in time for dinner. Emma had jumped at the chance to check the island with the treehouse, and that left him with the coast.

‘Hey,’ he said softly, hoping not to make the girl jump. She gave a start, but forced a small smile onto her face. The kind of smile he recognised as somebody trying to hide that they’d been upset. He tried desperately to remember her name. ‘You OK, Georgie?’

The girl nodded, the gesture slightly too much to be sincere, as she stood up.

Dylan shook his head and dropped to sit on the log beside her.

For a moment, he wondered if she might dash off back to the canteen herself. But, with a sigh far deeper than should have been possible for her, she dropped back to sit.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Prince was teasing me,’ she said, her attention on the toes of her shoes as she scuffed them in the dirt. ‘Said only nerds like physics.’

‘And there’s a problem with nerds?’ Dylan asked softly.

‘The way he said it there is,’ she grumbled, but he could see the tears glistening in her eyes. ‘I thought it’d be different here. But no. There’s…’ She looked at him quickly, a kid trying to find a word mean enough without swearing because she worried she’d get scolded for it.

‘Jerks?’ Dylan offered, before mentally berating himself. Mr. H had told them to be role models, that probably wasn’t the best way of doing that.

A small smile curled onto her face, and it made the comment worth it.

‘You know, cool people like physics too,’ he assured her.

‘Like who?’

Dylan took a breath, tried to school his features into something sincere enough that she’d understand he wasn’t just saying things to make her feel better. ‘I do.’

Georgie’s eyes widened dramatically. ‘You do?’

Dylan nodded, shifting on the log so that he was looking at her face on; she shifted to match him. ‘It’s how I got into the radio,’ he admitted. ‘But I wanted to be an astronaut when I was kid. So I tried to learn everything.’ He absently rubbed his jaw. ‘Radio kind of distracted me, though.’

‘Woah,’ she breathed, before her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

‘The only reason,’ he said, sensing where her thoughts had strayed to, ‘I’ve not done anything about it here, is because I thought people’d hate to think about school.’ He pulled a face, if only to gain a giggle from her.

‘But you would?’ Her eyes were bright, and Dylan wondered how anybody could have thought teasing her was a good thing to do. He made a note to tell Nick about it, to suggest that maybe Prince did some more sprints or something if his team lost. That was assuming Prince even liked the sports practice and wasn’t doing something else with his time.

‘If people want to learn, yeah. Now,’ he said, resting his hands on his knees and making a show of how difficult it was for him to stand, ‘I’m starving. Dinner?’

Georgie jumped up, the sadness of earlier seemed to have completely disappeared from her. Pride swelled in Dylan’s chest; perhaps if she could be brave enough to be herself at camp, he might find the courage to do the same eventually. But for now, having helped her with that was enough for him.

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wattemeer · 7 months

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#my art #the quarry #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #rylan #radioheads #where is the 100k words college/university AU friends to lovers slow burn fanfiction of them that they deserve

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zqmbiescorpse · 1 year

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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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jell0buss-37 · 2 years

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Dylan Lenivy comfort Headcannons!

Dylan may be a bit awkward at first, but he will take the time to hear out your problem, and usually has very good solutions to fix things.

However if you just need to vent, he is the definition of "Spill the tea sis", and will honestly get a bit angry with you while you vent, now also a bit pissed.

"GASP- That bastard did WHAT!?"

If it's destressing that you need though, he'll wrap his long body around yours in a comforting hold, kind like a boa constrictor, and will basically try to radiate his love into you.

If you're sad though, he'll make a bunch of jokes to cheer you up.

Will literally drop everything and rush to you the second he hears sniffles if you call him.

"Hey cutie, how's it hanging?" "It's hanging... Dylan? Hello?" *Out of breath* "What's wrong!?"

If you're having a panic attack, he'll just quietly rest his head on yours, letting you squeeze his hands until you calm down.

He'll put on your favorite show or movie, wrap you in blankets, and give you a bunch of his shirts to smell to feel better.

He'll also take you on car rides if it's just one of those off days, stopping somewhere to get you your favorite drink and a snack.

I feel like his love language is touch, so he's ready 24/7 to give you a good squeeze.

He's actually really aware of his own emotions, and if he needs to take a break, or needs to calm down, or if he needs to be comforted, he'll give your hand a certain squeeze, or hug you a certain way.

It's really easy to read his emotions when he gets comfortable with you, so you both just know.

This is also why it's not often that he has panic attacks.

He isn't afraid to cry with you, so if you both just need a crying session, he's down.

I made this comfort fic for @ech0lenivy1, who was also just having a bad day. This is also for anyone who just needs it. If you are ever just in need of some comfort, you can go ahead and request who ever you want!

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ghostradiodylan · 6 months

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The first chapter of my novella-length Dylan/Ryan slow burn paranormal romance piece is up! It starts out heavy but I keep lots of comedic elements going throughout and it will be real fluffy later. All the counselors will eventually get at least one chapter with plenty of Kaitlyn alongside the boys.

Summary: When Dylan Lenivy died, he hadn’t expected to be met with Heaven or Hell—he’d never really believed in all that—or Elysium or Valhalla or any of those pretty-sounding immortal afterworlds. He liked the idea of reincarnation, but wasn’t sure he bought into that entirely either. What he had expected, however, was to catch a fucking break. In his final excruciating moments, especially, Dylan was kind of looking forward to oblivion—to sinking into the waters of the river Lethe, forgetting about everything that came before, and having that eternal rest people liked to talk about. But for Dylan, nothing’s ever quite so simple. What doesn’t kill you might make you stronger, if the camp’s oft-repeated motto can be believed, but what if what does kill you doesn’t quite manage to make you dead? Not, y’know, dead-dead, anyway.

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redscrawl · 4 months

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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.

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hedwig123 · 2 days

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Have more TikTok silliness

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iamsuperbi · 2 months

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almost done writing an alternate universe for my after dusk fic.

it features a different psycho instead of the one in the original version that i wrote.

i could post the first half of the AU right now, or i could wait until the whole thing is finished. it’s currently at 30k words so i would split it up in two parts. the first half right now, and the second half whenever i complete it.

hmm… conflicted. if anyone cares, let me know what i should do. it’ll be done super soon, either way. no long month waits. maybe like two weeks at most.

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dearsnow · 2 years

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HEY, LOVER!

- a transcription of some voicemails your dear boyfriend has sent you (fluff, dylan lenivy x gn!reader, requests are open!)

a/n: i am sooooo so in love with him

- “Hey! Uhhh what’s up? Yeah I was just calling to make sure you’re alive. I mean why wouldn’t you be? I saw you like half an hour ago. Maybe it was more like a full hour. Half hour, full hour, it doesn’t matter. I miss you. *Kissy noises*. Love you. Bye!”

- (Whispering) “You look really good right now. Bye.”

- “Oh you will not BELIEVE who I just saw walking past me. Your. Mom.”

- “Ok so there’s two things I need to say. One; I think I broke the lamp. Scratch that, it was totally Ryan. Ryan broke the lamp. Isn’t that right, Ryan?” (Ryan, in the distance) “I absolutely did not.” (Dylan, now whispering) “he’s such a liar.” (No longer whispering) “The lamp is definitely not functioning. *shuffling and clicking sounds*. It turned on! Oops, never mind. I think that was its last ditch effort at life. Like when you cut the head off a bug and its body just squirms around a bit. Anyways. Second thing, Ryan called me a pissbaby and that kind of hurt so when you call me back can you like affirm that I’m not a fucking pissbaby?” (Ryan) “that’s immature, just accept that you suck at Mario Kart.” (Dylan) “My Mario Kart rank does not decide if I’m a pissbaby or not!” (Ryan) “it absolutely does.” (Dylan) “Fuck off. *thunk noise* HE THREW HIS CONTROLLER AT ME HOLY SHIT AHHH it didn’t hit me, L aim dude. Oh fuck he’s approaching like a rabid dog. If I don’t make it, just know I love you. And put this guy in jail when you get the chance because this is definitely assault-“ (voicemail cuts off).

- “Kitty wanted to say hi. Say hi! *cat meows*. That means ‘I love you’ in cat. You better call and say I love you back or else. Bye.”

- (Kaitlyn) “You deserve so much better than this gu-“ (Dylan, in the distance) “GIVE MY PHONE BACK!!”

- “This is your boyfriend speaking; I’ve been trying to reach you regarding your car’s extended warranty, so call me back when you get the chance alright?”

- “Hi I made a new playlist for you, I sent it like a minute ago and I didn’t know if you saw it… *fumbling noises* that was the wrong playlist. Shit. I sent the new one too, so check it out when you have time and absolutely do not look at the first one. Love you, bye bye!”

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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All Out of Luck

Dylan Lenivy x Reader (He/They) [The Quarry]

Warnings: SPOILERS for The Quarry, Mentions of an attack, Description of injury, Blood, Near death experience, Swearing

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance

Summary: Following his heroic efforts in defending their friends, Y/N finds himself in a rather excrushiating predicament. Good thing they have a hand to hold throughout the agony.

Requested by @hungrypigeon Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request. I apologize for the wait but I hope the final product makes it worth your while! Love, Vy ❤️

“Fuck, get them inside!“ Kaitlyn’s voice, followed by a deafening gunshot barely manages to pierce through the thick layers of shock and panic that has completely paralyzed her companions. Realizing this, she makes a point to give Dylan’s shoulder a firm shake, calling out his name.

By the time he’s ‘come to’, Kaitlyn has once again redirected her attention to the malevolent creature that is the cause of the shock and fear he’s frozen as a result of.

His gaze hesitantly travels down to the bruised, dirtied and bloodied Y/N, whose freshly opened wound has rendered him powerless. That’s when Kaitlyn’s words start to make sense to Dylan, both who she was referring to and where to take him.

“Come on, Y/N.“ He mutters as he kneels down next to his friend’s barely moving body. His heavy breaths and agonized groans are almost inaudible due to the lack of energy and air reaching their lungs. His vision is giving up on him, vignetting around the edges and blurring in the distance. That’s why their arm is so limp and lifeless when Dylan drapes it around his shoulders, “This is not how you go. Either I kill you or you live forever, do you understand?“

Weakness and exhaustion aside, Y/N finds it in himself to chuckle, “That thing might be beating you to it.”

“Not if I have any say in it!“

One look over his shoulder confirms Kaitlyn is handling her own quite well, which also prompts him to head straight for the lodge, carrying the entirety of Y/N’s weight on his shoulder. His blood pumps loudly in his ears, the adrenaline coursing his veins didn’t have the time to calm down after the severing of his hand before it was kicked back up into high gear just moments ago.

When Y/N jumped directly in front of the creature to shield Dylan and Kaitlyn from its attack.

Luckily, the wound inflicted on them wasn’t a bite so they aren’t infected, but the werewolf’s claws dug deep into their abdomen, leaving a gnarly sight and an even worse possible outcome in the future.

His case doesn’t seem salvageable, not with the minimal medical resources they have available.

All Dylan’s fate is placed into Kaitlyn’s hands and medical skills but he knows she isn’t a miracle worker. He knows there’s very little they can do. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do all he can and beyond. He won’t be able to forgive himself or the cruel fate that placed them in such a fucked up situation, never giving either of them a chance.

Truth is, there were many chances. There was an entire summer worth of chances. There was two months worth of opportunities for Dylan to put into words how he feels about his ‘rival’. How his heart sped up every time they’d get in a quarrel, or how butterflies ate away at his stomach each time they made eye contact from across the room.

He had all the time in the world, but let it all go to waste. But he still has the right to say it’s unfair. Because it is. Non of the is is fair. None of them deserve this. Hell, if he had any less self preservation in him, he would’ve taken on that werewolf with nothing but his bare hands to brandish at it. Oh, an his anger. Lots of it.

That’s all he can think about as he sits in the chair next to the makeshift bed in the nurse’s station, leg bouncing with his heart lodged into his throat as he observes the restless but also limp form that is Y/N’s body.

He can’t help but think back, flip through the book in his brain that’s a collection of all the memories they made during these past ten weeks. And it still seems far from enough. It seems stupidly wasted, all the time they had on their hands, with all the words they allowed to dangle unsaid in the air.

Just like the silent agreement that these might be the last moments they ever spend together.

“What are you thinking about?“ Y/N’s voice snaps the dazed Dylan out of his internal downward spiral. The most he can offer in response at first is a single raised eyebrow which earns him an eyeroll from them, “Don’t give me that shit. I can hear your gears turning from over here.“

“To be fair, you’re not very far...“

He cuts him off almost immediately, “I said don’t give me that shit, I might not have long enough to live to listen to you beat around the bush.”

He’d argue otherwise, but he’s never, in the entire duration of their friendship, lied to Y/N. He’s not about to start now. He knows that they’ll value false hope a lot less that the realism Dylan is so reliant on. That being said, he cuts straight to answering his question, “I’m thinking how we’re all shit out of luck.”

Y/N scoffs, “You can say that again.“ He’s quick to regret his wording when he sees the smirk playing at the corner of Dylan’s lips. They point a warning finger at him, “Don’t actually say it again, you dummy.“

The accused chuckles, “Fine, I won’t. But I really mean it. It’s a shitty end to what was one awesome summer.”

“Could’ve been one awesome final night as well, but noooo, shit just had to go south.“ He says bitterly, groaning under his breath when he accidentally contracts the muscles of their abdomen too hard.

Dylan’s eyebrows rise with curiosity, “You had some grand plans too?”

“Yeah...“ they sigh, before the realization hits them, that is, “Wait, ‘too’?“

Y/N never gets a follow up to his inquisition though because a split second later, Kaitlyn comes into the room, fighting to catch her breath. She’s quick to pull herself together, before either of the people present could ask of her wellbeing, and put the gun aside.

“Alright, let’s check on that chasm in your abdomen, shall we?“ She asks cheerily, as if she’s addressing a kid with a scraped knee. It’s a good technique which puts a certain ease in the room’s atmosphere.

The two nod as Kaitlyn cleans her hands up and adorns a pair of latex gloves. However, her quip wasn’t enough to completely wipe the fear from Y/N and the remnants of it have clearly painted themselves on his face. It’s a detail that doesn’t fly by unnoticed on Dylan’s part.

“Hey.“ He whispers, capturing Y/N’s attention, “That’s probably gonna hurt, wanna hold my hand?“

Typically, Y/N would make a joke. Hell, if the situation wasn’t so out of the ordinary, the offer itself would’ve been a joke - with more than a half-truth to it. But right now, neither of them is joking. Not Dylan with his offer and not Y/N with the nod he gives in response.

“Wait, it’s better if I don’t. You don’t wanna lose that hand too, do you?“ He remarks, getting a laugh out of the brunette. The positive reaction drenches them in relief, “I mean, you’re already all out of luck as it is....”

Dylan shakes his head, “I’m not. Not yet, at least. I’ll be all out of luck if I lose you, dumbass.”

It’s dark, with the moonlight seeping in through the blinds as the only lighting in the room, and yet Dylan could swear on his life he saw a blush creep on Y/N’s cheeks as he says, “I’d never be so cruel to leave you in a world without me in it.”

As jokingly as the sentence was spoken, it fills Dylan with a sense of hope, bringing an honest smile to his face, “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Good.“ Is the last Y/N can mutter before Kaitlyn injects him with something that knocks him out cold.

All the frightened boy has left is that sense of hope he’ll cling onto as well as Y/N’s promise. After all, he’s not one to break a promise he so confidently makes. That’s why Dylan decides to follow his example and make a concrete promise of his own

When they wake up, I’ll tell them how I feel

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fandommissingmoments · 1 year

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Dylan Lenivy #1 Preview

‘Jerks?’ Dylan offered, before mentally berating himself. Mr. H had told them to be role models, that probably wasn’t the best way of doing that.

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quillfulwriter · 6 months

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Rating: T | Words: 500

☕ Tip me on coffee if you liked the read!

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clarichoupie · 1 year

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Ok so, you know that very popular trend from a while ago when people said that your soulmate was born 139 days after you?!

December 5th is exactly 139 days from July 19th.

Which means

They ARE soulmates!!!

I don't know whose idea it was to do this at Supermassive Games, or if it was even intentional (it can't just be a coincidence, they know what they were doing); but I just love them so much for that!!!

#The Quarry #The quarry the camp counselors #supermassive games #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #ryan x dylan #ryan/dylan #rylan #radioheads #Oh and late happy birthday to our favorite podcast listener <3 #All this just made my day!#I'm so happy right now that my cheeks hurt from smiling so much #They are made for each other and nobody in the world will ever convince me otherwise #That's why we need more fanfictions with soulmates aus!

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jell0buss-37 · 2 years

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Charmer (Dylan Lenivy x reader) Part 6

It's here! And right before a big part too. I will be posting the next part shortly after this as well, but I wrote this chapter as a warm up for what was about to come for you guys.

TW: angst, a tad sad, but some funny Canon situations! :)))

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You grit your teeth, and grip Dylan's hand with great anticipation, as well as his shirt. You feel the cold on your exposed back from the room around you. "Okay, it's not that deep, so this should be very quick and easy."

Ryan's words do little to reassure you, but nonetheless you nod, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel the tweezers grip the base of it.

"AAAaah? Huh? It's over???" You turn to look at the others when they plop the arrowhead in front of you mid scream.

"Yeah, that's it." Kaitlyn answers you. "Huh. Feels like I just got a splinter out, to be honest." It really did. It felt nicer, less painful. "Yeah, and the stab was like a centimeter upwards in your skin, so really you'll just need a gauze and some bandage." She tells you, smiling in relief. You release a breath that you've been holding, Dylan giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

After you get patched up, you take a couple pain killers from Abi's little backpack. It still hurts a bit to put a lot of weight on your hip, but if anything it was more of a dull pain now. Thankfully that was the worst that you sustained from the attack.

"Okay, so Ryan and I were thinking about heading to the radio shack to tray and get a signal and contact someone out there. We tried the phones here and we just got cut off, which is already super sketchy, but whatever works, works." Dylan announces to the group once he and Ryan return from Mr. H's office.

Something about the situation doesn't sit right with you, you can't really seem to shake the feeling. "Uhm, I don't know if that's a really good idea… W-what if that THING is there..?" You voiced your concerns.

"We found a gun in Mr. H's office, so that way you can keep this one while we go." Dylan reassures you. It still doesn't feel right… "Okay. I'm coming with you guys then." You stand fully, grabbing your bow. "What? NO- no no, you can't. You're already hurt-" "Not badly, thank god." You interrupt Dylan.

"Yeah, but what if you get hurt again? You can't-" "That's the thing, I actually survived an attack. I only got poked a bit, but I'm not as fucked up as Nick." You stand your ground.

"I just want you to be safe, (Y/n)." He raised his voice. You raise yours back, "And I want you to be safe. I have a really bad feeling about this, Dyl. And you KNOW I'm never wrong when it's like this." You and him have eyes locked on eachother.

The air is the tensest it's ever been, especially between you two. This is the first fight you've ever had, and you'll be damned to lose. Everyone around you looks to eachother awkwardly.

"(Y/n) has a point… you both are the only ones who have any experience with all the tech in the Radio Hut too. And plus (Y/n) might have more knowledge on how to fight that, uh, bear thing if it is there." Ryan speaks up after a moment.

Dylan shoots him a look, almost betrayed, but he does waiver from the reasonable argument. "I shot it in the eye. It should still have the arrow in it, or at the least should be missing an eye by now. It's already weak." You soften your voice.

He looks at you finally, after a moment, he sighs out and nods. "I-I… I trust you. Fuck, if you say something bad's gonna happen, hell, how much worse can it get, really?" He lets out a dryish laugh.

You walk over to him. "Hey… we pinky promised, remember?" You smile lightly. He smiles back, reassured. "Okay, let's get going then. Kaitlyn, you'll stay with Nick and Abi, keep them safe." Ryan tells Kaitlyn, who nods confidently.

And with that, you were off. For a while, the three of you were silent, still a bit tense. From both the now dangerous woods, and the fight from earlier.

"Guys…" you begin, a horrible thought creeping in, "What if… what if it is a-a werewolf?" They both look at you, surprised, but not at the thought. More at the fact that you'd be the first to bring it up.

"Well. Then I'd say that Nick is totally fucked now." Dylan says simply, obviously joking. You smile up at him, happy to have the semi carefree Dylan back, if not for a moment. Ryan smiles at the two of you from the back. He missed the comfortable atmosphere that you both brought.

"So, you guys have any plans after this night is over?" He asks the two of you. You both look back, smiling at the question.

"Well, Dyl and I are actually going to be going to colleges in the same area. The original plan was going to be helping eachother out with moving and whatnot, but I don't know now after tonight…" You laugh bashfully, referring to the confessions from earlier, and not the probably-a-werewolf in the woods now.

Dylan smiles down at you. "Cool. What are you guys gonna Major in?" Ryan asks. "Oh! Well, I'm gonna be going for (Major of choice)." You answer. "Yeah, and I'm gonna Major in quantum physics." Ryan waits for him to say he's just kidding, but his eyes widen when he realizes he's serious.

"Wow… like, actually?" He asks Dylan. You laugh, Dylan rolling his eyes playfully. "See, that's exactly how (nickname) reacted." He groans jokingly. "Ugh, yes. I'm actually quite different than you'd think, Ryan." You nod in affirmation.

Dylan had the habit of changing how he acted around the others, but you gradually got him to become more comfortable around you. You had found out so many things that you never would have guessed about him.

And one of those things is that he's actually really fucking smart. He also has a really good memory whenever he's sure of himself. It's incredibly admirable. You also learned that he has actually been a camper at Hackett's Quarry for years, and had fixed up the Radio Hut himself.

These things that you found out made you realize how comfortable he truly became with you, and it made you truly like him even more.

Ryan hums to himself, taking note of that fact.

You guys finally arrived, deciding to look around the area for anything that might be important. You find an old looking tarot card, one with a queen on the face, simply titled, 'Queen of Swords'. You shrug, tugging it into your back pocket. Something about it feels incredibly important to you.

You walk over to the boys, nodding to walk into the hut. Dylan steps in first, a proud smile bright on his face. You walk in to the familiar space, having spent a majority of your time in the place.

"Huh, this place sure is a dump." Ryan mumbles out. Dylan's smile drops instantly, whipping his head to Ryan so quickly.

"Okay, well, ever since I was a camper here, it was never really used, and I spent literal years cleaning this place up. Sooo…" He raises his hands defensively, obviously hurt from the comment.

"He's really proud of the place, man." You tell Ryan. "Yeah! So sorry it's not up to your standards-BUT. I've been putting in a lot of TLC." "Okay, Okay. Sorry…" Ryan apologizes, looking around, noticing the power tools. You walk over to stand beside Dylan, searching around for things you may need.

"So, are these power tools used for anything special? Or…" Ryan questions. "Uhhhhh… no." "Mr H. said it was the only way he'd let him keep the station going…" you smile a bit sadly at Ryan, patting Dylan's back.

Ryan nods, looking around again. You walk over to the other side of the shack, looking around while Dylan explains to Ryan how you guys can use the radio.

You see a picture of you taped to the wall, as well as other various photos of the other Counselors. Dylan must've used the shack as a personal getaway often.

You smile warmly, finding his sentiment adorable. You walk back over to the guys, hearing Dylan speak awkwardly into the radio.

"Hello! How's it goin out there, uh, this is, uh-we need help." You and Ryan exchange an awkward look. "We are counselors at uh, Hackett's Quarry summer camp, and uh, there's been a horrible accident, a-an attack Stuffs bad… HERE. UH-we need your help. There's been a SWARM-OF bears. A-and they're EVERYWHERE and there's these hunters, too, uh, and they're shooting at the bears but also at US, which is not good, and some of our friends are hurt, and uhm-we are in desperate need of help so please uh, send some. There's vicious… BEARS-and we don't know what to do, so please uh, come help us, uh- SOS, this is uh, an emergency, S- save our ship. Ssoo come on doowwn… uh- please help us."

And with that, he turns off the mic. He looks to you guys. "So uh, how'd I do? Was that like, good or like..?" He asks you. "Swarm of Bears?" You ask. "Yeah." He looks confused. "HERD of Bears." Ryan tells him. "Uh, yeah, I've heard of Bears..?" Dylan answers only further confused. "Oh my god-" Ryan says, frustrated now.

"Well, okay. Let's switch over to the receiver side." You switch over, sitting next to Dylan. "Okay, well I'm gonna go keep an eye out." Ryan walks away from you two, standing by the window, peering out.

Dylan is fidgeting with his hands, bouncing his leg up in down. His anxiety getting to him. You grab his hand in yours, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb reassuringly. He looks at you, and calms down a bit more. You give him a small smile, and he lets out a breath, smiling a bit less shaky now.

Suddenly, a couple voices come over the radio. It's hard to hear, two guys talking about what seems to be the the probably-a-bunch-of werewolves.

Then they say something that chills you to the core.

Tarot card: The Queen of Swords

Meaning: She uses her intellectual power to cut through the noise and determine the best path ahead. She asks you to use your head and not your heart in your decision-making, and to commit to the choice that you make.

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