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*°; 𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘽𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 ✦ ‧˚.
dylan lenivy relationship headcanons
+ As the self-proclaimed 'master of music', Dylan is always sharing songs with you. He gets so excited when he listens to something new and it makes him think of you, he has a long ass playlist of songs in your name.
+ He kinda dreads the serious stuff in relationships, he wants everything to stay upbeat and lighthearted.
+ This means you're probably gonna have to take the lead communication-wise, it makes him super uncomfortable to talk about his real feelings.
+ He's such a good support system, though! He appreciates the balance between you two and it affirms his belief that you two are "meant to be".
+ Good at hiding it, but he is riddled with anxiety most days. Some handholding and a couple kisses would help him a lot though (his words, not mine lol).
+ PDA makes him nervous!! He tries to put on a tough face but you really should go easy on him if you guys are in front of other people, even his friends.
+ While working at the camp together, he'll use up most of his energy trying to get you to goof off with him, it doesn't matter how hard you try to stay committed to your responsibilities, you always end up somewhere secluded with your hands all over him. This results in a lot of reprimanding from Chris and too much teasing from the counselors.
+ "I can understand young love, Dylan, but your job comes first! The kids are counting on you, your friends are, I am… blah blah blah"
+ Chris makes such crappy arguments you're leaving your cabin that night to meet up with Dylan again.
+ He loves the thrill from disobeying authority, it makes him feel like a carefree kid again. It's why he likes to tease you a lot! He just loves playing around and wants to make you laugh.
+ Speaking of playing, the kids at the camp see him as one of their own since he's one of the few counselors who will take full part in their shenanigans. It's pretty cute until you find yourself being targeted by a child army under Dylan's command.
+ Takes the most pride in his humor, he adores the sound of your laugh so he'll do anything to hear it again and again.
+ Not necessarily the jealous type, but he can feel threatened if he sees you laughing a lot at someone's jokes.
+ Absolutely loves that he's taller than you even if it's only by a couple inches, he'll take any opportunity to remind you just how small you are compared to him. His signature move is coming up behind you and stretching his big arms over your whole frame to get what you were reaching for.
+ If you're taller than him, he's constantly standing on his tippy toes to close the gap. He secretly likes being smaller than you because he's usually the biggest person in the room and this lets him take on a different role for once.
+ He wants you to take the lead when you two get intimate, despite the attitude he can catch with the others, he's always been more than eager to do whatever you tell him to.
+ He's really so sweet, he loves being good for you.
+ Dylan's also got that secret smart side he likes to keep tightly under wraps unless he gets to flex in front of you lol. He's can't help but get cocky when he sees how impressed you are with his random quantum physics facts/rants.
+ A man who needs a lot of reassurance. It's hard for him to believe you actually want to be with him considering the fake personalities he plays into in order to 'protect' himself.
+ Needs someone who can see him as he is, who really likes him for him and not the persona he created to get through his nervous start at the camp.
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a/n: this was written with a male or gn reader in mind, dylan is gay!!
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OVERHEARD
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WARNINGS: Mutual H*ndjob; Gr*ping; Voyeurism; Anxiety; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; F*ngering; Internalized Hom*phobia; Hints of Ab*se; Sweet Talk
Male Reader x Jacob Custos
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I shrieked as a familiar bicep coiled around my neck, forcing me to bend over as his knuckles rubbed against my scalp. Squirming, I tugged at his arms and whined, eventually resorting to kicking him in the shin. He yelped and backed away quickly, leaning down to rub his shin with a pout.
"Um, ow!" He huffed, dark eyes glaring at me, though there was still humor on his face. I stuck my tongue out in reply, ruffling my (h/c) hair gently and popping my neck.
"You started it, shithead!" I squealed as he lunged at me, dodging to the side. Taking off at a sprint, I barreled through the forest behind the boathouse, screaming with joy. "Jacob, you're a dick!"
"I know!" Holy shit, he's right on my ass! I yelped as his muscular arms embraced my waist, the force of his tackle carrying us both to the dirt. I gasped from the force, cradling my head as it had smacked the ground pretty hard.
"F-Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Jacob stammered, sitting upright to get a better look at my head. "Dammit, okay, t-there's no blood, at least." I blinked and light rubbed the bump already forming on the back of my skull, pushing myself up onto my elbows. As I did so, my face was suddenly inches away from Jacobs broad chest, the boy leaning over me slightly to worry over my bruising skull.
Completely oblivious to my predicament, Jacob caressed my hair gently, attempting to assess the damage. My eyes raked slowly down his torso, hesitating on his wide, strong hips and his powerful thighs that straddled my hips. Straddled. Holy fuck, Jacob's on top of me right now.
Every hormone in my body immediately reacted, blood rushing to my shorts and causing a tent to begin to form. My heart raced and my breathing staggered, (e/c) eyes wide with shock. My skin flushed a bright red and I yelped, quickly forcing the guy off me with both hands to his chest.
He gasped as he fell back, resting on his elbows as he glared at me. "Dude, what the hell—" Jacob's exclamation fell short as his brows furrowed, eyes settling on my red face and flustered expression. "Dude? You good?"
I didn't respond, my brain short circuiting as I attempted to rid myself of the dirty thoughts lingering behind my eyelids. What would it be like to have those thick, muscular thighs wrapped around my skull, those strong hands smacking my ass—I groaned and covered my face, lifting my knees in an attempt to shield my crotch from view.
"Dude, (Y/N), what's wrong?" Jacob leaned forward, brushing my hair to the side. He was worried, that much was obvious, but whether or not he noticed what was really happening to me was unknown.
"N-Nothing!" My voice cracked and I winced, squirming away from him. "I-I'm fine." My awkward demeanor was a common thing as I had severe social anxiety, especially around attractive or outgoing people. Though I was normally quite comfortable around Jacob, the crush I'd slowly developed over the past month on the guy made me flustered and provided me with more than just one problem. Problems I, unfortunately, had to deal with alone.
Shifting in place, I pushed myself back against a tree, my gaze flitting around rapidly. I could see his larger form moving closer to my thin self, kneeling over me as his shadow cast over my face. "(Y/N), dude, look at me." I shook my head, keeping my face buried in my knees. His firm hands squeezed my calves and I gasped softly, recoiling at the unintentionally intimate gesture. "Dude, let me see your face, c'mon—"
"N-No, Jake—!" My face grew ever warmer as he pulled my legs down, his eyes immediately flicking to the little problem I'd developed. I whimpered slightly at the wide eyed stare he'd given me upon noticing, tears pricking at my eyes. "D-Don't look at me like that."
His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, (e/c) clashing with deep charcoal. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled softly, hiccuping. "G-Go ahead. F-Fuckin' hate me, l-like everyone at home—"
"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, why would I hate you?" I snapped my jaw shut, eyes still screwed shut as my fingers dug into the dirt. "D-Did...did I...?" With a swift, but hesitant nod from me, Jacob inhaled sharply, his hands leaving my bare calves as he leaned back. I felt my heart sink and had to bite back a sob, the sound a choked whimper in my throat as I covered my face with my hands.
The dark thoughts invaded, memories of my fathers drunken anger and the abuse I suffered at home lingering behind my minds eye. I could feel the glass shattering on my skin, hear the angry slurs and threats, the banging of his fist on a door. Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate, my breathing staggered and my heart rate accelerated as I struggled to focus. Ugly. Evil. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. Disgusting. Disgraceful.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Warm hands cupped my jaw, two thumbs wiping the tears trickling down my skin. "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're funny. You're smart. So beautiful. So brilliant." I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. His sweet words slowly calmed my thunderous thoughts, my breathing slowing to an even pattern. Blinking my eyes slowly, I leaned into his palm, exhaling softly as my hands fell to my lap.
"'M sorry." Jacob shushed me, petting my cheeks as he moved to sit beside me. Maneuvering my body, he placed me between his legs, head resting against his chest and my own legs draped over his left thigh. He cradled me close for a moment—obviously he was used to my anxiety attacks, having helped me through them more than once before so far this summer—and gently caressed my spine lightly.
"You're okay, (N/N). Seriously, you don't have to be so worked up." Jacob hummed after a moment. "I meant what I said, okay? I could never hate you just for being gay...your dad’s a dick, dude." I snorted softly and nuzzled his chest, exhaling as his heart thumped loudly beneath my ear.
"Thanks Jake. You're my best friend, you know that?" Jacob smiled and rested his hands on my back and thigh, hugging me closer.
"Well, duh, but I think I'm more than just your best friend if you just popped a boner for me—"
"Oh my god, shut up!" His boisterous laugh was infectious, a wide grin on both our lips as the tenseness of the previous situation died down with ease. His eyes sparkled with mirth and adoration as they examined my happy expression, lingering for a moment longer on my lips. "What...?"
"Nothing. You're just hot." His cheeky grin had me groaning, falling backwards over his lap as he snorted.
"Woooooow, so smooth, Jake." I huffed, despite the pink hue painting the apples of my cheeks again. I reached up and poked his shoulder, the guy smiling down at me.
"What? I can't flirt with you?" I deadpannned and pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze as I sat up.
"You're fucking with me."
He gaped at my blatant accusation, lifting his hands up in defense. "Um, no? Why would I do that?"
"Don't be a dick."
"I'm not! Wha—(Y/N)!" I moved to stand up, shuffling onto my knees with slight discomfort due to the semi-hard-on I still sported. Before I could move any further, Jacob's hands grasped my waist, pulling me back and forcing me to face him, straddling his hips. His expression was that of a kicked puppy as he held me in place, genuinely hurt by my accusation. "I'm not fucking with you."
Pursing my lips, I hesitated, searching his charcoal gaze for a sign of any deceit or deviousness. When I found none, I caved, placing my hands on his chest gently. "Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise." Jacobs hands squeezed my sides lightly, my body shuddering as his thumbs brushed under the hem of shirt my slightly. His eyes flickered down, watching my hips twitch in his lap, before flickering up to gauge my reaction. His hands slid lower, warm fingers threading under my shirt and tickling my cool skin lightly. I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how close we really were, our noses practically brushing as our breathes mingled.
"Jake..." I mumbled, eyes flicking to his lips as my heart hammered in my chest. He swallowed thickly, leaning forward so our lips brushed.
"Yeah..." Jacob closed the gap, pulling me closer as his hips brushed up against mine. I mewled softly against his mouth, feeling his hand slide down to palm my crotch, squeezing the length and rubbing the head with his thumb.
"J-Jacob—" He shushed me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist and his hand squeezing my crotch lightly. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, losing itself against mine while his knees bent slightly, rolling our hips together. Soft mewls and whines escaped me between kisses, my hands grabbing at his defined chest and broad shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscled flesh.
He chuckled slightly, soft grunts pressed against my lips as I groped the athlete, his hands guiding my ass over his lap. I could feel him pressing against my rear, the thick outline of his cock tented in his khakis. I pulled away with a breathless gasp, a string of saliva bonding our lips as we panted and gazed at each other, pupils blown. "I-I thought you were—"
"Interested in Emma? She's hot but she's not you."
My heart warmed at his words and I found myself grinding over his lap, pressing down against his cock whilst his fingers squeezed my waist. "F-Fuck..." He groaned and let his eyes flutter shut, cupping my ass in his large palms with a nice squeeze. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna lose it, (N/N)." He warned, eyes dark as they opened to settle on my hips, watching me roll them.
"Jacob..." His name came out as a breathless whine, his eyes meeting mine with surprise and lust as he took in my expression of utter submission. My nails dug into his shoulders as I leaned back against his bent legs, lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses whilst my pupils consumed the ring of (e/c) that once rested there. "I want you. Jacob, please." I begged, disheveled (h/c) locks falling loosely in my vision. A deep groan left his throat and his hands moved further down my ass, grabbing firmly at the plush clothed flesh. His lips found my neck and sucked at the skin, tongue swirling lightly over my pulse point. As his teeth nipped at my pulse, I cried out and bucked my hips hard, slamming my ass back against his hard clothed cock.
"Jesus Fucking—!" Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me up onto my knees, shuffling to remove his belt. Popping the button, he slid his khakis and boxers down just enough to let his cock stand, the bulbous red tip bounding against his clothed abs with a harsh smack.!I swallowed thickly and struggled to remove my own shorts, tossing them along with my briefs to the side. My shirt still present on my body helped me relax slightly, feeling incredibly shy as my smaller length lifted the hem with its pulsing. "You're beautiful." The ravenette mumbled against my throat, licking his fingers lightly. That hand made its way down my spine, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my entrance.
I gasped and gripped his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle. It felt different with his hand, his digits thicker than my own. Despite the temporary discomfort, I felt extremely satisfied by just the one in my ass, keening as he buried it deeper. "Is that good?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious as he'd most likely never fucked another guy before. I nodded, unable to find words in the moment, and let my head rest on his shoulder. His ring finger slipped past the rim, following the first as deep as two knuckles, then he slowly pulled them back out only to push them back in just as slow.
"Faster..." I murmured, tightly gripping at his shirt as I did so. He made a soft noise of confirmation, his fingers moving faster as his freehand slid to my front. Between my legs, he grasped my cock in his left hand, my muffled yelp of surprise pressed against his skin. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he stroked me lightly, other hand still thrusting into my ass as he held me. "O-Oh fuck, J-Jake...!"
"Say my name again." His voice was hoarse from lust and pleasure, leaning back to watch my expressions as he toyed with my body. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
"Jake!" I all but whined, head tossed back as I rolled my hips against his hands. His breath hitched and he bit his lip, dark eyes watching me with awe. Deciding to return the favor, one of my hands slipped down his chest and enveloped his length, his size much larger than my hand. I stroked him in time with his movements, watching his brows furrow and his jaw clench.
"F-Fuck, (Y/N)..." He grunted, voice cracking. I perked up slightly and moved my hand a bit faster, still rolling my hips into his hands. My thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum, and I squeezed the base lightly, earning a whine of pleasured protest from him. "Fuck yeah, ah..."
I leaned forward as he rushed his movements, thrusting his fingers in my ass rapidly as he fisted my cock. His lips brushed over mine as we both moaned, his hand replacing mine on his own cock and pressing our two lengths together. I mewled and thrusted into his fist, coiling my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. He kissed me aggressively, stroking faster as he dipped three fingers into my ass, altering the angle and brushing my prostate. I screamed against his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile as his tongue swallowed my cry, fingers aiming for that bundle of nerves on every thrust in. His strokes grew sloppy, our cocks rubbing together as they throbbed and our balls clenched, climax growing near.
"So beautiful. So sweet." Jacob cooed against my lips, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at me with such adoration and love, chest heaving. I whimpered softly and bit my lip, back arching as I cried out once more, my vision a blinding white. I could hear him groan, his hips bucking against mine as we both came, the warm stickiness of our release mixed between our shirts and dampening the soft cotton cloth. Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder, wincing as his fingers slipped from my ass and tugged my shirt hem down to cover it.
"Holy shit, you guys are loud." I yelped and scrambled to hide myself further, Jacobs hands wiping themselves clean on his shirt before coiling around me protectively. Nick snickered as he stood nearby, hands on his hips whilst Kaitlyn hailed a disapproving expression, her arms folded over her chest. "You guys need to clean the fuck up and thank Ryan for taking all the kiddos canoeing."
"Yes ma'am." Jacob mock saluted the short woman, receiving a roll of the eyes and a scoff before she turned on her heel. Nick waved, a coy smirk on his face as he followed after her, disappearing beyond the treeline. Jacob chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to my temple, hugging me gently.
"We really should get cleaned up." I nodded, my face ablaze, but the dopey smile I carried had yet to fade. Even though we'd been caught, I didn't regret a thing.
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You: "Hey can you grab that book up there?"
Dylan: "Of course." smirks "Small bean."
He gets the book for you and hands it to you.
You frown and take it.
Dylan: "You're welcome?"
You: fight back a smile "Fuck off."
Dylan: grins "Yeah I love you too."
He leans down and plants a small kiss on your cheek before walking past you.
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So I just finished the quarry and fell in love max brinly 😅 do you think you can do a max brinly x reader? Weather they were already in a relationship or met at camp, but max makes it to camp and is there the whole summer. Something happens to where the reader get attacked/bit that night and he does whatever he can to save her? Preferably a happy ending together, but your discretion! Thank you for whatever you can do!!
I WOULD DIE FOR HER
༊*·˚ summary: [ in request ]
༊*·˚ pairing: max brinly x fem! reader
༊*·˚ warnings: werewolf attack? injury, guns, blood & curse words
༊*·˚ word count: 1180
༊*·˚ author note: it's been a while since i played the quarry. canon divergent
masterlist.
"A werewolf? Great! What's next? Dracula?" It was the last day of summer camp. They were suppose to be on the road already but their car didn't start. Instead of eating junk food and belting songs, they were stuck here. At best until tomorrow morning.
And now, apparently a wolf or werewolf attacked Nick and Abby. Max didn't doubt Abby or Nick's words but a werewolf is something harder to believe in. An escaped science experiment would have been more believable.
No matter how believable it is or not. One thing was for certain, something was out there to get them. Dylan and Ryan try to get help via the radio shack as the others stay back in the lodge, including Max and you. But while there you hear something on the roof.
Sounding way too heavy to be a bird. Then Abby and Nick's statement proves to be right as a werewolf crashes through the roof. It starts chasing each of you, trying to see which one will catch it first. Right as you think you managed to find a good place to hide.
It charges at your hiding place. It's claws sinking into your shoulder. Max rips the gun out of Kaitlyn's arms and aims it for the creature. Shoot it in the arm then stomach. It turns its attention away from you and to Max as shots it in the head. It backs off running into the woods.
"How did you know how to do that?" Max hands the gun back to Kaitlyn and rushes over to you. "It's a gun. It's not that difficult," he assesses the wound. It's deep and without some treatment you could bleed out. He refuses to show any panic. Knowing it'll only make the situation worse.
Max knows there's some medical stuff in the lodge 'just in case something happens'. This is something. He tells Kaitlyn to keep you awake as he goes to find the supplies. He's not a medical student or anything but he will try his best.
"Don't let her die," is all Max could think about and when he gets back he makes quick work of the wound with the help of Kaitlyn. He has you bite on a cloth as they sow up the wound and wrap a lot of gauze around it. It's not perfect but it's the best they could do.
By the time they are done. Ryan and Dylan are back. They bombard them with questions on what happened. You look pale and Max, the worried boyfriend that he is, keeps sending you concerned looks. The first time you try to take a step, you almost faceplant.
But you need to leave the lodge as there is now a hole in the roof. The group decided to go to the pool house and hunker down there. Max helps you walk all the way there. Once you arrive, Nick starts acting really weird. Max and you separate from the group.
He lets you rest but does everything so you don't close your eyes. He goes back to check on the others. The next thing you hear is a lot of yelling and the sound of a gunshot. Max comes rushing back. He's in a state of shock. That much is obvious.
Quickly picks you up bridal style and runs out of the pool house. On your way out you notice the room was drenched in blood. You're left in the dark as to what happened. What you do notice is Laura, one of Max's friends and a counsellor that went missing, showed up.
She explains where she'd been this whole time. The group makes the ultimate decision to split up again. Laura and Ryan go to the Heckett's house, Emma and Abby to the basement of the lodge and Dylan, Kaitlyn, Max and you try to find a spare part to fix the car.
Even Laura suggested that Max go with her but he declined. Refusing to leave your side. Cute, considering you'll turn into one of those creatures before the night is over. At the junkyard, Dylan and Kaitlyn are working on the crane.
Dylan starts rapidly honking the horn. "There's something coming!" Max and you find a hiding place hoping that the creature doesn't find you. That hope is squashed as it's now only a few feet away from you. You feel anger bubbling up in you.
You've been through shit this whole night. Two of your friends could be dead and Max's missing ex girlfriend is now back. Is he going to dump you and get back together with her? Were you just a summer fling to him? You feel as if your insides are being ripped out.
Were you dying? Max jumps from the hiding place and shoots the creature. He aims to take another shot but the gun's empty. It runs to your hiding place. You feel as if something is trying to burst out of your chest. Excruciating pain as your bones break than a burst of blood.
You can't control your movements anymore. Attack the werewolf charging at you, killing it. Max can't believe what he's seeing. He knew it was a matter of time before you turned but this is terrifying. If he is to die by your hand so be it but to his surprise you run away.
Leaving the junkyard to go to God knows where. He goes to find Kaitlyn and Dylan, tells them what had happened. All three of them go back to the lodge with the part in hand to meet up with the other counsellors. Laura and Ryan return with Travis Hackett.
"It's over. We killed Silas," the first thought in Max's head is 'Who?' and the second how the hell is he going to find you. Laura offers to go with him and this time he obliges. If there's a possibility they find your dead body, he needs someone he trust there when he breaks down.
Instead of finding a dead body, they find you walking. Probably trying to find a way back to the lodge. Max is overwhelmed with relife and envelopes you in a bone crushing hug. "You're okay. Thank God! You're okay." He peppers your face with kisses.
"Never do that again," he rests his head on your shoulder. "What do you mean? I turn into a werewolf on a regular basis," he laughs but soon tears start falling from his eyes. Laura interrupts the moment.
"We should get back. I don't wanna spend another second in this forest," she starts walking. "Laura's back. So, when's your date planned?" Max's back straightens and his eyes look as if they'll fall out of his sockets. "What?"
"With Laura. I would assume you guys will pick up where you left off." He aggressively shakes his head. "No! I mean we didn't break up but the night before she left we realised we're just not working. To me you're like a breath of fresh air. Okay that's a cheesy metaphor but I love you and nothing will change that."
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Hacketts Quarry summer love
Fluff
Rylan
2.2k words
Okay so i totally got this idea from this post!
I think it would be fun to try and challenge myself to write some bits and pieces i think would have happened to their relationship over the two month period!! So here i am..attempting that idea. It’s kinda in the form of multiple one-shots? However, it’s been a long time since i’ve written so if its horrible, i apologize profusely <3
Day One of Camp
Starting P.O.V: dylan
Dylans been on a cramped mini-van with the other counselors for about an hour or two now, Hes yet to learn all of their names yet, but two of the counselors stuck out to him. Ryan and Kaitlyn. They had a sort of enticing energy to them, the vibe where you could spend hours talking about how mysterious and interesting the two seemed; Kaitlyn had a very loud, spunky, and no cares given personality to her, whilst Ryan was a loner and rather vague dude.
Dylan looked around inside the mini-van as he soon realized that they were close to Hacketts Quarry, unplugging his headphones and turning the phone off to look out the windows at the scenery presenting itself before himself. The soft orange shimmer of the sun was beautifully illuminating the agricultural landscape, it was comforting to see the squirrels run across the bushes every now and than, to see all of the animals in the vast forest of Hacketts.
“ Wow..this is perfect!! ” a semi-loud voice yanked Dylan out of his daydreaming as he began to look around himself. Abigail, or Abi for short, was the one who broke the loud silence in the car; she grabbed her sketchbook out of her bag and started drawing away. Dylan decided to inch closer towards her and watch her etch away on the paper “ You know..you’re like..uh..Picasso! “ He said out loud, Dylan was trying to start a conversation, but with the snort and weird look she gave him..it’s a 50/50 chance on whether or not it was effective.
“ Alright counselors! We are here at THE Hacketts Quarry! “ Mr. Hs’ voice boomed and the van soon slowed to a stop infront of the lodge. Dylan waited his turn as everyone soon piled out of the van, the last one out before Dylan was Ryan. The pairs hands slightly grazed one another as they got out of the van, a rush of electricity bolted up Dylan’s body and he felt a hot blush rise to his face. This was the first time when Dylan could remember a deeper attraction developing on Ryan.
Week 2 of camp
Starting P.O.V: Ryan
It’s been about two weeks since Ryan has been at camp. As Ryan begun to teach the younger kids and campers about sailing techniques. However, today was different, he had to do some of the scheduling plans with Dylan. The loner woke up early today, around 6:15 am, and got ready. The duo decided to meet up in the library today, however, it was mainly Dylan who coordinated the meetup, Ryan had expected an outdoor area so he was grateful Dylan had chosen a calm area. After a few minutes of walking around the camp, Ryan soon made it to the library and saw Dylan waiting for him. Dylan had a flower-style hairpin in his hair to hold his bangs back, a bunch of notebooks scattered around the table ,and some apple juice boxes. It was a sight to see.
“ Yo Dylan, ” Ryan said as he approached him, the tall boy smiled and leaned back in his chair. “ Wassup, big guy! ” Dylan responded with a cheerful grin, Ryan rolled his eyes and sat down next to him before grabbing his own schedule book out along with pens and other various items “ ..So we’re scheduling out this week’s sailing plans right? ” Ryan asked as he soon trailed off and admired Dylan’s colorful organization of notes, they were color-coded, sticker coded in a way, and everything had little bulletin points underneath to explain something further; the organization wasn’t just for schedules, but it also was for improvement ideas for certain areas of camp, activities for the kids, gift bags to be made at the end of the summer, and even every counselor/campers birthday so he remembered. Ryan was sure there was more to be found within the countless books, but- “ Ryan! ”
Oh. Right. Ryan snapped back into focus and looked at Dylan “ Yes? ” Dylan rolled his eyes and laughed, his hands came up to slightly cover his smile. It was the sweetest smile Ryan had ever seen. “ Okay, so the reason you are here with me today is so we can get that messy brain of yours under control ! ” As Dylan continued explained why Ryan needed to be organized, Ryan felt himself getting lost more and more in the taller boys big, beautiful brown eyes, he had light freckles dusting his cheeks. Ryan had never noticed that til today. Their knees slowly grew closer and closer over the time they spent as the pair made sure to schedule the “sailing” plans.
Week 4 of Camp
P.O.V: Dylan and Ryan
Two weeks after their last encounter, Mr.H had announced to Dylan to promote the swim party happening tomorrow. Of course, Dylan broadcasted the exciting event during the daily morning announcements, he explained all of the details and fun activities happening at the party. The campers were eager for the next day to come, they couldn’t wait and kept pestering Dylan about what food was going to be at the party if they could do a bonfire afterward, and even asked if they could roast marshmallows! Ryan soon picked up on the consistent questioning from the ecstatic kids, he quickly stepped in to try and ease the pressure from Dylan.
“ Hey, if you monsters don’t stop asking about the party I might have to cancel it. So head out to the lodge for lunch. “ Ryan quickly remarked in a teasing tone, instant whines and groans came from the campers as they scurried off into the lodge. Dylan stared at Ryan for a second before he reached and gently patted the boys shoulder, a bright smile resting on the taller boy’s face. “ Haha..thanks for the help!! Those kids can be SO persistent. “ Dylan thanked Ryan and began to retract his hand before running a few fingers in his own hair. “ They just can’t resist Dylan. “ Ryan glanced up at Dylan slightly and let out a short chuckle, he shook his head and walked away.
“ Yup. “As dylan watched Ryan walk away he felt a quick increase in the patter of his heart, did he really just make THE Ryan Ezrahler laugh and smile? He must dreaming!! Dylan laughed to himself and patted his hands against the sides of his legs, he felt a heat rising to his cheeks as he indulged more and more into the thought of Ryan. “ Dylan! “ Kaitlyns loud voice awoke Dylan out of his thoughts and he cleared his throat before looking over at her. “ Oh! Uhm, yes? “ Dylan said as he saw Kaitlyn shake her head before she started to tell Dylan that he needed to come into the lodge and eat.
Week 6 of camp
Starting P.O.V : Ryan
The morning was easy and slow enough, Ryan didn’t have any “classes” starting til around 11:30 so he decided to take it easy and listen to his new podcast obsession, Bizarre Yet Bonafide. As Ryan started his walk around the camp he came across Dylan’s small group of counselors (around 8 kids) Ryan wondered what they were doing out and about on the rocky road trail, the nature walks weren’t planned for another two days.
Deciding to end his pointless wondering, Ryan walked up to the group and stood off to the side as he listened to Dylan ramble on about how the group was going to surprise Abi with the sticks, rocks, and leaves for some sort of art activity. Listening to the taller boy talk with so much passion was a new perspective for Ryan, most of the time Dylan could be perceived as a quick, witty, smart-ass so seeing him take a more appreciative approach to something was a completely unexpected experience to witness. Eventually, Dylan realized Ryan standing off to the side of the group and stammered mid-sentence. “ And that’s why- oh! Uh, hi Ryan “ The words came out as a jam before Ryan interrupted him. “ I was just wondering what you were doing, but after 5 minutes of you talking. I think i got my answer “ Ryan’s words came out rude, but his tone was rather sweet in a way. “Oh yeah, that makes sense..” Dylan diverted his eyes away from Ryan’s and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“ Well if you want to join us you can? “ Dylan’s suggestion of joining the group surprised Ryan, he stood for a moment before shrugging and walking up closer to Dylan and the group. “ Sure, why the hell not? “ The words spoken by Ryan made the youngsters gasp and make various Ooos, Ahhs, and giggles, Dylan himself joined in on the teasing and he gently nudged Ryan. “ That goes against camp policy sir, watch the tongue! “
The teasing normally would have been slightly annoying to Ryan, but he didn’t feel any discomfort from the comments, just more of a warm fuzzy feeling. The group, now with a new member, finished their scavenger hunt for the gift to Abi and headed their way to the Art Cabin. Ryan and Dylan unlocked the door, made sure everyone made it in and they started to put together the gift basket of various leaves, rocks, sticks, and flowers. Once finished, Ryan took a step back with the kids and smiled softly “ Nice. “ he said quietly before turning around and giving all the kids high-fives for their hard work “ Go to the cafeteria, I’ll get you guys some juice boxes for your hard work “ Ryans offer made the kids smile and cheer in excitement as they piled out of the room and headed over to the cafeteria. Sighing in relief, Ryan turned to face Dylan and leaned against one of the desks slightly. “ We did awesome huh? “ Dylan asked Ryan with a shit-eating grin, Ryan tilted his head slightly and nodded in agreement. “ Yup. “
And that’s it!! I could write way more, but i feel like i’ve already gotten sort of ooc for these two. I enjoyed writing it a lot, there’s so much fluff opportunities for these two dorks so i love mixing the pot and making some!! Hope you enjoyed and leave any tips or criticisms in the comments <3
#rylan the quarry#the quarry#miles robbins#dylan lenivy#ryan ezrahler#mlm fanfic#fluff#cute boys#fanfic#oneshot#hacketts quarry#hacketteers
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the boyssss 💞💞
#text#my art#the quarry#rylan#ryan erzahler#dylan lenivy#the boyfriends ever 💕💞#feeling blehh so here's this#i didn't feel like coloring/shading so u get a messy scribble :)#dylans half asleep and ryans tryna get kissies before getting to class :3c#soft for fluff/domestic rylan after talk to a moot abt it sjfkrjfn
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the quarry fic recs <3
dylan lenivy
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
campers teasing them about their crush (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
abi blgy
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
emma mountebank
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
jacob custos
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
campers teasing them about their crush (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
kaitlyn ka
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
nick fucillo
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
campers teasing them about their crush (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
ryan ezrahler
first kiss (gn reader)
how they kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
campers teasing them about their crush (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
sfw and nsfw headcannons [not fanfic]
ryan hurt comfort (gn reader)
laura kearney
first kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
max brinley
first kiss (gn reader)
first kiss [02] (gn reader)
campers teasing them about their crush (gn reader)
sleeping in reader's lap (gn reader)
#i've been meaning to get back into the quarry#bc ryan <333#fluff#gn reader#male reader#the quarry#the quarry x male reader#the quarry x gn reader#dylan lenivy#abigail blyg#emma mountebank#jacob custos#kaitlyn ka#nick fucillo#ryan ezrahler#laura kearney#max brinley#the quarry ff#the quarry fanfic#ryan ezrahler x reader#ryan ezrahler x gn reader#ryan ezrahler x male reader#the quarry x reader#dylan lenivy x reader#abigail blyg x reader#emma mountebank x reader#jacob custos x reader#kaitlyn ka x reader#nick fucillo x reader#laura kearney x reader
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I have an ‘amazing’ request for how the quarry counsellors would react to a S/O who’s got insomnia or paranoia directed towards later hours of the day (:
i actually love the both of these ideas sm that I might write both, but for now- one!!
The camp counselors reacting: s/o w/insomnia
(camp counselors minus nick & jacob; sorry!!)
— gn reader, fluff w/a tiny bit of pain? not proofread, maybe ooc counselors??? that's it I think
note: I had no idea how to write this so I went with the fluffy path; hope that's okay!
— Laura K.
if you told her, she'd simply thank you, saying that if you needed anything; she's there.
however; if you didn't tell her, leaving her to figure it out. she'd be upset when she realized, scolding herself before once again saying that she'd be willing to help you in any way she can.
she'd always be willing to stay up with you if you can't sleep at all, taking you out for a midnight drive to a restaurant or onto the roof to stargaze.
if you ever got too tired and couldn't fall asleep on your own, she would gladly hold you whihle laying in bed with you.
either that or she'd simply talk to you while playing with your hair until you fall asleep.
— Max B.
let's just be honest: he'd notice it but never bring it up until you did.
he'd almost instantly pull you in for a hug once you brought it up.
he'd beg you to come to him if you ever needed anything from him; gently kissing your forehead.
he'd always be willing to cuddle with you; especially if it'd help you sleep (he'd gladly be the little spoon)
if not he'd take you out on a drive to a lake, where you two could watch the stars, or swim according to him.
— Kaitlyn K.
she's pretty observant, so she'd realize it faster than you think.
she'd never bring it up with you until you were ready, and when you do she'd ask if there's anything you want from her (or for her to do, more like.)
she'd never go to sleep until you did, it makes her feel better.
occasionally, she'll take you out for a small midnight walk, telling you about the one time jacob tried to do a backflip but ended up landing on his ass.
— Dylan L.
he'd realize it early on in the relationship, coming to you one day to ask about it.
he'd do literally anything to help.
you want cuddles, kisses, even space? of course.
sometimes you'd wake up to him holding you to his chest, arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you gently.
— Ryan E.
he'd noticed it very early on, asking about it when he had the chance.
he'd gently grab your hand, rubbing circles on it gently after you told him.
he'll do just about anything to help you sleep better.
he's really warm, and is surprising comfortable. he doesn't mind if you lay on him either.
10/10 would be the most comfortable pillow.
— Abigail B.
she'd notice something was wrong, she would never bring it up on her own though.
when you told her, she just hugged you tightly and said that she was there for you.
she insists on going to bed early, as she thinks it will help
she will always snuggle up with you with heavy, fluffy, and warm blankets.
she will be there until 7-8 in the morning, so enjoy how she snuggles up with you.
— Emma M.
lets just be honest, she'd notice immediately; it's either she sees bags under your eyes, or she sees how sluggish you tend to be.
she would bring it up and insist upon knowing what is wrong; so when you told her she felt pretty bad.
she just said that she wouldn't treat you any different, and would be there to help.
that being said, she always ends up bringing popcorn, fluffy blankets, and a movie for you two to watch.
by the end of it, you're both fast asleep.
— the end.
#the quarry#laura kearney#max brinly#kaitlyn ka#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler#abigail blyg#emma mountebank#fluff#it’s just so fluffy
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The First... Chapter 3: The First...(Of Many) Late Night Talks
Pairings: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler
Chapter Word Count: 7,458
Overall Word Count: 19,178
Status: Multi-Chapter - In Progress (3/?)
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It was three in the morning. Just because he can’t sleep from his nightmares doesn’t mean he should interrupt Ryan’s… That wasn’t fair to him. And Ryan’s probably feeling just as exhausted as he is after all those interviews…
Dylan’s fingers twitch by his side, still wanting to just reach forward and knock, but kept held back. He just… He just wanted to see him. Hear his voice. He just…
Wanted to be with Ryan.
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“Oh, crap… It pulled the wire…”
Dylan stared up at the ceiling of the hut, clouds of dust raining down from… whatever the hell that thing is walking across the roof, kicking it loose with every booming step. He could see the wire in question hanging free from the wall, so close yet seeming so very, very far…
“Fix it. I’ll cover you.” Ryan was glancing out the window to the hut, shotgun held in hand, looking for any signs of the beast prowling outside the cabin. “Do it now! Go, quickly!”
Dylan scrambled up onto the desk at Ryan’s frantic words, the knowledge that he was stood right next to him and keeping a careful eye out giving Dylan that extra little boost of bravery. He winces with the effort as he stretches up to the wire, barely able to reach it despite his tall frame. He couldn’t quite see it, having to go by feel instead, patting around at where the wire should be…
Hold on… He’s… He’s been here before. He’s experienced this. This… This already happened. Any second now, he’ll be feeling the sharp pain of teeth sinking into his palm. He’ll feel himself be slammed into the roof over and over again as the creature tries to pull him through, desperate to get a taste of the rest of him, barely able to hear Ryan yelling his name past his own screams.
But it doesn’t happen.
The wire brushes against Dylan’s fingertips and he finally gets a good grip on it, plugging it back into the socket it had slipped out of. He sighs from the exertion, muscles relaxing as he drops his hand back down. Ryan lowers the shotgun down, barrel pointed to the ground as he asks, “What now? What else do you need to do—”
The roof collapses with a deafening cacophony of splintering wood, the beast crashing straight through. Dylan just about manages to leap back out of the way of the falling debris, collapsing down onto the desk and knocking most of the radio equipment off in the process. There’s nothing he can do but sit there mouth agape in horror as the creature lands on Ryan, sending them both careening to the ground.
“RYAN!” He isn’t even able to finish screaming Ryan’s name before it happens. Through the haze of dust in the air, Dylan is forced to watch as the beast gives one big swipe of its claws… and it’s all over. Those razor-sharp daggers slice clean through his throat, and Ryan’s shocked yelp turns to a strangled sound of him choking, drowning as his windpipe is flooded with his own blood. There’s a sickening sound of bones crunching as the thing on top of him sinks its teeth into Ryan’s ribcage, ripping out chunks of flesh and feasting upon him.
The creature takes a pause from its meal, snout raised in the air as it takes a few deep inhales, sniffing the air. It plucks what remains of Ryan from the floor with unnatural strength, flinging him to the other side of the room like a ragdoll. Then, slowly, it cranes its head around, piercing red eyes meeting Dylan’s tear-filled ones. It opens its mouth to snarl at him, yellowed teeth and pale skin stained red with Ryan’s blood, and that’s the last thing Dylan see’s before it’s lunging at him—
Dylan wakes with a strangled gasp, shooting upright in the hotel bed. He had managed to kick the sheets off of him completely, leaving the bare skin of his legs and arms exposed to the AC just above his head. The cold air blowing out of it caressed his clammy skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface. It also makes him aware of a trail of wetness on his face, bringing up trembling fingers to his eyes and wiping away the tears he found there.
He blows out a shaky breath from his mouth, pulling his legs towards him and burying his face into his hand. A sharp and painful twinge of pain in his left arm makes it twitch, pulling his face out of his hands with a wince. He looks down at it like he’s expecting to see something that would be causing it pain, but… funnily enough, there isn’t. It’s kind of the fact that nothing’s there that’s causing the pain.
The room was pitch black thanks to the blackout curtains pulled across the windows, blocking out any light from the street lamps and cars below. The windows weren’t soundproof though, but it wasn’t much of a problem. The soft murmur of engines was more of a background noise than a hindrance, kind of like white noise that had helped lull him to sleep.
Dylan reaches out his good hand over to the side table, patting at the wooden surface to find his phone. He pulls it towards him, charger cable still connected, and proceeds to blind himself as he unlocks the screen. Probably shouldn't have left it on full brightness before going to sleep. He squints past the sharp eye ache the glaring light instantaneously gave him, quickly lowering the brightness so he could actually see what the time was instead of just a wall of piercing light.
The numbers ‘3:17AM’ stare right back at him, and Dylan chucks his phone back onto the nightstand with a groan that was half relief and half annoyance. Half annoyance because this was becoming a common theme now that he wasn’t too fond of — waking up repeatedly throughout the night either due to his stub acting up or because of the nightmares. Then again, he supposed they could be connected… Perhaps the pain in his arm was manifesting itself as nightmares in his unconscious mind…?
Either way, the only relief he got in seeing that he was awake at this god-awful time was that enough time had passed that he could take another dosage of painkillers. Dylan pulls himself out of bed, wearily heading to the bathroom — in particular to the mirror cabinet where he was currently storing what felt like the pharmacy’s entire stock of drugs the doctors had prescribed for him. He slaps the light switch, turning on the annoyingly bright lights with a grimace. It takes his tired mind a moment to find the right bottle, shaking out a few of the miracle pills and popping them into his mouth. He forgoes getting a glass, instead just sticking his face under the tap and getting a mouthful of water to swallow the pills down that way.
Dylan turns the lights back out, nearly tripping over one of the room’s chairs he didn’t remember pulling out of place as he makes his way back to the bed in the dark. He flops down onto the bed with an exhausted groan, hoping this time he might fall into a dreamless sleep. But the moment he closes his eyes, those awful images are projected on the back of his eyelids. Back in the radio hut. Ryan, falling to the ground with that werewolf on top of him. Ryan, letting out a gurgled scream as it tears his throat apart. Ryan, laid out on the ground, eyes empty and lifeless as the wolf makes a meal out of him--
Dylan’s eyes pop back open, not finding much comfort in the dark of the room. This was pointless… No way was he going to be able to get back to sleep. But… God, was he exhausted. And turning on the shitty TV box in the corner of the room and flipping through channel upon channels of garbage didn’t sound too appealing either. He should sleep. He needs to sleep. The doctors had pounded it into his head, ‘sleep was the biggest step towards recovery’.
They were just nightmares… That’s all. All fake. Just his mind creating images to scare him as he sleeps. None of that actually happened… Ryan wasn’t killed by that thing. He’s alive.
He… He is alive… right…?
No, no, this was stupid. He knew Ryan was okay. He had talked to him in the hospital. He was right there with him, while he was…
High off his ass on drugs…
Wait… Was Ryan there? Like, actually there, and not a hallucination? He hadn’t… he hadn’t been imagining him, had he? He couldn’t have… No, he… he saw him back in the lodge, too. Before the cops and the ambulances had arrived. And - oh, he’s an idiot; he even knew the number of the room Ryan was staying in. Ryan was fine.
He’s fine.
…Unless?
“Dammit—” Dylan pulls himself out of bed yet again. He yanks the charger cable out of his phone, snatching it up from the table — alongside his key card to the room.
This was ridiculous… It hadn’t been that long since he last talked to Ryan. Less than a week, really. Sure, he’d rather that not been the case, but when you’ve got the cops holding a murder charge over your head and telling you not to speak to each other until the investigation is concluded, you tend to follow those orders.
But that was all over now. Finally, finally, the nightmare was over. It had been the last day… The last round of interviews. Now, they were free.
For the time being, anyway…
Dylan softly pads down the carpeted hallways of the hotel, thankful for the dimmed sconces along the wall lighting his way. He probably should have put on some shoes or at least some socks before leaving his room, but his brain wasn’t exactly making the most sound of decisions right now. If anyone took a glance through the peep-hole in their door, they’d probably think he was a sleepwalker making his way up and down the halls, clad in his soft gray cotton pajama bottoms and tee his parents had brought with them on the flight over. Well, except for the fact they would see he was very much awake, looking right back at every door he walked past, silently counting the number attached to them in his head.
It was almost a form of torture, having Ryan’s room so close to his own, and still be unable to see him. Now here he was, stood outside room 258, good hand raised up to rap his knuckles against the door.
He doesn’t knock.
Dylan drops his hand back down with a sigh. It was three in the morning. Just because he can’t sleep from his nightmares doesn’t mean he should interrupt Ryan’s… That wasn’t fair to him. And Ryan’s probably feeling just as exhausted as he is after all those interviews…
Dylan’s fingers twitch by his side, still wanting to just reach forward and knock, but kept held back. He just… He just wanted to see him. Hear his voice. He just…
Wanted to be with Ryan.
Dylan raises his hand again, about to knock when the door swings open. He manages to stop his fist from moving forward before effectively punching Ryan in the face, arm freezing in place as the both of them startle back, not expecting to see the other. Dylan’s gaze immediately dropped down to Ryan’s apparel, not finding pajamas but a pair of darkly colored boxes and a plain black shirt, long sleeves covering his arms.
“Jesus--” Ryan closed his eyes, taking a breath to recover from the mini heart attack he just had.
“Oop…Sorry, I--” Dylan’s eyes shifted between his raised fist and Ryan, slowly lowering his hand back down. “I… I couldn’t sleep.”
Ryan gave a nod of his head, clearing his throat. “Yeah, uh… Neither could I.”
“Were you…” Dylan paused, glancing to the side and down the empty hallway. “Were you going somewhere?”
“Um… Yeah. Yeah, actually, I was…” Ryan gave Dylan somewhat of an awkward smile, briefly raising a hand in Dylan’s direction. “I was… looking for you, actually.”
“Oh,” Dylan blanched, not knowing where to look now Ryan was staring at the ground. “Well… You found me.”
Ryan huffed, tipping his head in agreement. He manages to meet Dylan’s gaze again, stepping to the side of the door frame and gesturing into his room. “Did you wanna… come in, or…?”
Dylan shuffled into the room, near identical to his own — although, perhaps a little tidier than his. Ryan was not a fan of the ‘the floors fine’ method of putting away clothes, it seemed. That’s not to say that he had left the cabins back at camp a complete pig sty, (he’s not that big of an asshole) but in his own space, he liked to be a little more… lax.
Ryan softly closed the door behind him, watching Dylan as he carried out a little inspection of his room. “You can sit down if you want.”
Dylan nodded, heading over to Ryan’s bed and taking a seat on the end. Same mattress too, it seemed. By which he means, rock solid and about as good as a slab of concrete for comfort. Although, this one doesn’t have a spring poking him in the ass, so… Dylan guessed this one was slightly better.
Dylan let out a tired sigh, glancing up at Ryan from his perch on the bed. “You gonna take a seat too, or do you wanna keep up this trend of standing there awkwardly whenever one of us enters a room?”
Ryan bit back a smile at the strangely accurate comment, rolling his eyes at Dylan’s sleepy but satisfied smile. He walked over to Dylan, the bed dipping down as Ryan sat down next to him. “So… You couldn’t sleep either, huh?”
“Nope.” Dylan popped the ‘p’. “Kinda expected it, but… not like this. I think maybe it’s… I dunno, it’s the interviews? Having to constantly retell the night over and over in detail, it’s just… It’s fucking with my head or something.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean…” Ryan mumbled. “So, you haven’t been able to sleep at all?”
“Uh, y’know… Small amounts every now and then. Actually managed to get to sleep tonight, but…” Dylan trailed off, huffing in laughter. “How do I say ‘I had a nightmare’ without sounding like a little kid?”
Ryan’s lips twitched, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t need to be a kid to have nightmares. And you don’t need to be a kid for them to mess you up sometimes…”
“Yeah… Never thought I’d say this, but I miss the nightmares where you’re just… suddenly in your underwear during that big presentation you were dreading. I mean… you go your whole childhood being told not to be scared of the dark, but now we know the kind of shit that’s actually out there, y’know?”
“Werewolves… Ghosts…” Ryan shook his head, looking to the lamp that kept the room alight in a soothing golden glow with gratitude. It had been left running every night without fail. Wouldn’t be too surprising if the hotel added an extra charge for all the electricity he’s been using… “I don’t think I even want to know what else is out there.”
“Probably for the best.”
Ryan looks away from the lamp, directing his gaze back over to Dylan. “Did you wanna talk about it? Your nightmare, I mean. You don’t have to, but, uh — well, you were trying to get away from the whole ‘sounding like a kid thing’ — but whenever my sister has bad nightmares, she likes to come find me and tell me about them. Sounds counterproductive, but I think it helps get it out of your mind to say it out loud, if that makes sense?”
“I guess…” Dylan slouched over with a sigh, rubbing his hand across his eyes. “As you can probably guess, it was about camp… Back at the, uh… Back at the radio hut.”
Ryan’s eyes soften, watching as Dylan unconsciously finds his hand drifting over to his stub. The doctors had given him a sleeve to go over it, but for now it was covered in layers of gauze and medical dressings. “You… dream about that often?”
Dylan shook his head. “You’d think I would, wouldn’t you? I don’t get it either. But no, this was the first nightmare I had of it. Except… It didn’t play out the way it actually happened.”
Ryan raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t get bit?”
“Nope. I fixed the wire instead.”
“So… You didn’t lose your hand?”
“No,” Dylan answers, eyes focused on his fingers as they pick at a loose corner of dressing on his stump. “I lost you, instead.”
Ryan’s brows fly up, unable to say anything in response. Dylan continued to play with the gauze around his arm, his foot repeatedly tapping up and down in place. “Fucking thing just… came right through the roof. It was on you, then… you were gone. I had to--” Dylan’s voice catches, the light from the lamp next to them reflecting the glossy sheen in his eyes. “I had to watch you die, man. Had to see your throat get sliced open… Had to hear you fucking scream…”
Dylan closed his eyes, shaking his head before lowering it. Ryan still didn’t know what to say — what he could say — as Dylan quickly wiped his face on the sleeve of his shoulder. “I wasn’t exactly getting much sleep after that. I know it’s dumb, but after I woke up, I… I needed to see that you were okay. Still… here, y’know? I mean, I knew you were fine, but in my minds… mind, the last time we saw you was bleeding out and half eaten on the floor of the radio hut, so…”
“I get it,” Ryan finally manages to get some words out. “I’m sorry to be… a cause of suffering? I guess?”
Dylan actually had to laugh at that, glancing over to Ryan with a baffled frown. “It’s not like you have control over my dreams, dude. Besides, the fact that I’m having nightmares about losing you just means you’ve become an important enough part of my life to worry over that, so… I’m almost glad, in a way. I mean, I’d rather not see you be disemboweled by a werewolf in my dreams, but…”
Ryan chuckled softly, the room falling into a comfortable silence not long after. It was something easy, they found. Enjoying each other's company. Sometimes it wasn’t words that were needed to comfort, but simply the other's presence. Almost like an anchor, or… or a life preserve. Something to hold onto through this storm. Keep you grounded.
“How’s your hand?” Ryan broke the silence.
“Oh, my hand?” Dylan glanced down at his stub, raising it up. “Still detached from my body, I believe.”
Ryan snorted, the sound bringing out a grin from Dylan. “Alright. How’s your arm?”
“Good. I think.” Dylan raised his arm up even higher, bringing it up to eye level as he looks it over. “I mean… It still hurts every now and then. But that’s what the painkillers are for.”
“Are you getting any, uh… Phantom pains?” Ryan asked, timidly, like he wasn’t sure whether it was something he should mention. “I read that it’s pretty common, especially right after you lose the… limb.”
Dylan sighed, slowly lowering his arm back down, eyes cast down towards the ground. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell where the pains coming from. Doc said there’s gonna be some pain and soreness from the surgery site for a while and… Yeah, he warned me about phantom pain, too. It’s weird, I… I can be looking right at it. Right at where my hand is no longer there, and… I can still feel it. Even right now, I can try and flex my fingers — fingers that aren’t there — and it feels like it’s happening.”
“But… no pain?” Ryan asked.
Dylan’s silence answered Ryan’s question before his eventual words did. “Like I said… Sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s just pain from the surgery or… that. But the painkillers help. They help a lot. It’s just… something I’ll have to get used to, I guess.”
“The, uh… The website I was on said it usually gets better with time,” Ryan tried to offer some consolation. “Apparently they used to think it was like… only psychological? But now they know it’s actually a mix-up in the signals between your brain and the amputated limb, so it’s…” Ryan slowly trailed off at Dylan’s combo of amused smile and raised eyebrow, dropping his hands that had been flailing about as he spoke. “…I’m not helping, am I?”
“More than you could know,” Dylan answered, voice warm and soft. “Are you… doing research on all of this?”
“Uh… Yeah?” Ryan said, like it shouldn’t have been surprising to Dylan that he had. “I feel like I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I didn’t at least find some stuff out that could… help, I guess. Especially given the fact that I’m the one that did this to you…”
“Ryan…” Dylan leaned back as he signed Ryan’s name. “We’ve been over this, remember? I mean, you should more so than me given I was drugged at the time. This isn’t your fault. I asked, you did it. End of story.”
“Yeah, but—”
“And secondly, ‘friend’, huh?" Dylan asked with a teasing grin before Ryan could argue back. “That what we are?”
“Uh…” Heat instantly flushed Ryan’s face, mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find words. “It’s, uh… We… I didn’t want to like… Push anything onto you, or… assume anything…”
“Fairly certain I was the one being pushy,” Dylan said. “Speaking of, I… I should probably say sorry for, uh… back at the hospital. You were obviously uncomfortable and my dumb-slash-high-ass was pushing you for a kiss, and that just… was not cool of me--”
“Don’t… Don’t apologize for that, man,” Ryan cut off Dylan’s ‘apology’ with a hint of a laugh. “Like you said: You asked, I did. Except, unlike when I dismembered you… I wanted to.”
“Oh…” Dylan blinked in surprise, glancing away with a disbelieving smile. “So… Friends that… happen to know what each other's mouth tastes like? And happen to both ‘want’ to kiss each other? Unless… I’m reading that wrong?”
“Yeah, I- uh… I guess I’m not denying that.” Ryan’s face continued to flush, missing Dylan’s piercing gaze as he stared down at his own hands. “I’m… not great at this.”
“That’s okay,” Dylan assured him. Dylan’s hand on his leg forced Ryan’s eyes up to meet his, finding nothing but the reassurance and kindness he had just heard. “I don’t want to push anything on you, either. If this is too much for you—”
“No!” Ryan blurted out, the mini outburst taking both of them by surprise. “No, it’s, uh… It’s not that. Sometimes things can get a little overwhelming for me, but it’s not that I don’t want that. That I don’t want… this. I’m not sure what this is, or even if we need to define what this, or… or what we are, but…” Ryan exhaled softly, timid eyes meeting Dylan’s. In this moment, they were one of the same. Both desperate for that connection… yet equally as terrified of rejection from the one they long to connect with.
Dylan wasn’t sure which one of them leaned in first, or whether they both moved at the same time. But it was as they shifted, as Ryan turned towards him for a better angle, that his arm lightly caught Dylan’s stub. Dylan couldn’t help but hiss in pain, flinching back as the sharp pain shoots up his arm from the slightest of touches.
Ryan’s face falls, guilt shining in his eyes as he quickly pulls away from Dylan, not wanting to hurt him any more than he has. “Shit, I… Fuck, I’m sorry, Dylan, I--”
“I’m okay…” Dylan is quick to assure him, though the wince pulling at his face doesn’t help much with that. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ve already smacked it into so many door frames, this was nothing. Earlier today? I tried to turn on a light switch with it. Was on the floor for a good five minutes after that.”
Ryan’s face quite clearly said this was not helping. “Do you… Do you need more painkillers, or…?”
“Nah, I’m fine,” Dylan waved him off, admittedly looking less pained than he did a moment ago. “I took some not long ago anyway. They’ll kick in soon, and I’ll be pain-free before you know it. I mean, the strength of these things? You could probably kick me in the nuts and I wouldn’t feel a thing. Don’t test that theory, but I’m just saying.”
Ryan shook his head, barely resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands. “I... Won't?”
“My balls appreciate that,” Dylan said so sincerely that Ryan could only stare blankly back at him. “Seriously though, I’m good. Doc’s got me on a strict regime of painkillers and checks.”
“...Checks?”
“Yeah, checks I gotta do on myself.” Dylan twitches his stub up. “Just basic ones, twice a day. Undress it, check for infection, then redress it in new gauze. Once in the morning, and once in the evening…” Dylan trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as he looked away in thought. “…Which… I forgot to do tonight…”
“That’s… not great,” Ryan noted. “So… When you said ‘strict regime--”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get sassy with me,” Dylan grumbled. He regretfully stood from Ryan’s bed, stretching out his shoulders and popping the kinks out of his neck. “I should probably… Go do that…”
Ryan too jumped up from the bed, Dylan still stretching with his back to him as he asks, “Do you want me to do it?”
Dylan freezes mid-arm stretch, right arm caught in the crook of his left as he turned to face Ryan. “You… Want to help change the dressings on my arm?”
Ryan shrugged, looking a little confused by Dylan’s surprise at his offer. “…Yeah? It’s… good practice, y’know?”
Dylan tilted his head, flashing Ryan a giddy grin that only confused Ryan even more. “Aw… Sounds like you’re planning on hanging around, Ryan.”
Ryan rolled his eyes at him, stepping closer with a hand outstretched. “Just… give me your damn key card and I’ll go get the stuff.”
“Oh. Yeah, it’s just…” Dylan muttered, the sudden awkwardness he was displaying making Ryan drop his hand.
“Do you… not want me to help?” Ryan asked, joining Dylan in the awkwardness. “Oh, is… Is it something, like… intimate? Seeing your arm like that? Sorry, I didn’t… Didn’t think of it that way.”
It… kind of was, strangely. It shouldn’t be, given that Ryan’s technically seen the inside of his arm as he tried to stop him from bleeding out on the floor of the radio hut, which was just… all kinds of ‘ew’. It was beyond gross that he now knows what his bones look like, which ideally is something you should never have to see in your life. Generally speaking, bones are supposed to stay inside your body and not be visible. Wait… Were teeth bones?
Anyway, he’s getting off-topic. He wasn’t sure why the thought of Ryan seeing his naked, bare stub was tripping him up, but… it was. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of; he knew that. But there was something so… private about it. And, as much as he wants to be brave about it… It’s not the prettiest of things to see. Especially so fresh after surgery… Perhaps it’s because he still had to get used to it himself. It was still as much of a shock for him to see as it is for others. Even now, he occasionally catches sight of it and it startles him, like… ‘Oh shit… Where did my hand go?’
But… he doesn’t want to push Ryan away. And yeah, past the thrill of knowing Ryan actually plans to be in his life enough to help him get through this, it does make sense that Ryan will see it eventually. So… Why not now? Why not accept the help?
Dylan dug his hand into his back pocket, pulling out his rooms key card and holding it out to Ryan. “Excuse the mess that is my room. I like to turn my floor into a fun game of ‘What the fuck did I trip over this time?’ ”
Ryan tries and fails to hold back his smile, plucking the key card out of Dylan’s hand. “Where’s the stuff I need?”
“Uh… Cabinet in the bathroom.”
“Got it.” Ryan flicked the key card in acknowledgment before heading towards the door to his room. “If I’m not back in five minutes, assume that fun game of ‘What the fuck did I trip over?’ turned into a not-so-fun game of ‘What the fuck did I trip over and knock myself out on?’ ”
“Try not to do that, but… I will take a picture of you and send it to everyone if you do.”
The last thing Dylan saw of Ryan as he slipped past the door was his hand flipping him the bird, before that too was gone, and the door gently shut behind him. Dylan chortled quietly to himself in the stillness of the room, turning back towards the main part of the room with a thoughtful sigh. What now? Take a look around? Doesn’t seem like there’d be much point; Ryan did not treat hotel rooms with the same disregard as him, and had quite clearly placed his belongings where they were supposed to be — out of sight and behind closed doors. He was never much of a snooper, anyway. Privacy was important — and so was the respect of others’ privacy.
The buzz of his phone in his pocket gave Dylan the distraction he was looking for. He pulls out his phone, flopping back down onto Ryan’s bed as he checks his new incoming message.
***Sent 4:12AM***
Ryan: Room 252, right?
***Received 4:12AM***
Dylan: Yup, that’s the one
I’m now imagining you stood there like an idiot trying to use the key card on the wrong door
The use of the middle finger emoji from Ryan brought out another grin from Dylan.
***Sent 4:13AM***
Ryan: Alright, I’m in
***Received 4:13AM***
Dylan: Ok, Mr. Robot
***Sent 4:13AM***
Ryan: ?
***Received 4:14AM***
Dylan: The show?
It’s a hacking reference, Ryan. ‘I’m in?’ You must have heard that before?
***Sent 4:14AM***
Ryan: Oh
I never watched that show
***Received 4:15AM***
Dylan: I’d be mad, but now I’m compiling a list of stuff in my head we can watch together, so it takes away the sting a little bit.
…Up for some Netflix and Chill, Ryan?
***Sent 4:15AM***
Ryan: Stop distracting me before I actually DO trip over something in here and break my neck
***Received 4:16AM***
Dylan: Mmm… No
Plus you’ve just given me the power of knowledge, Ryan.
The knowledge that I can say stuff like that and have it work on you
You Fool…
***Sent 4:17AM***
Ryan: Got it. I’ll be sure not to respond to any future attempts at flirting via text
***Received 4:18AM***
Dylan: Wait, no--
Actually, um, excuse you? ‘Attempts’ at flirting?
There was no ‘attempt’, Ryan. I flirted; you succumbed to my charms
I bet you’re blushing like a school girl in my room rn
The door to the room swinging open nearly made Dylan jump out of his skin, head snapping up to see Ryan stood in the door frame, juggling both his phone and the supplies for Dylan’s arm as he gives Dylan a rather pointed look, lips pressed tightly together as the heat pulsing in his cheeks only served to prove Dylan right — except for the location.
“You’re thinking about retracting that offer to help, huh?” Dylan asked, smiling unashamedly up at Ryan’s mostly playful glare.
Mostly.
Ryan looked like he was resisting the urge to throw the bandages in his hands directly at Dylan’s self-satisfied smile, closing the door perhaps a little harder than he should do at this time of night. Morning. Whatever.
“I should block your number…” Ryan suggested, chucking his phone towards the head of the bed before taking a seat next to Dylan.
Dylan gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Ryan agreed with a hint of a smile. He carefully placed the bandages and gauze down on the empty bit of bed next to him and turned to Dylan, face turning serious. “You sure you’re okay with me doing this? If you don’t want me to--”
“No, I do,” Dylan insisted, letting out a shaky breath as he looked at his arm. “I want your help. Just… might be a little weird, is all.”
Ryan’s mouth twitched in sympathy. Then, his eyes lit up in realization, bouncing up from the bed and grabbing something from the supplies with such urgency that Dylan thought a werewolf had suddenly entered the room or something. Ryan shot towards the bathroom, and Dylan’s question of whatever the hell Ryan was doing was answered with the sound of running water. Ryan came back into the room not long after, hands now thoroughly washed and adorned in sterile, latex gloves.
“You ready?” Ryan asked, gloved hands held in the air.
Dylan bit down on his lip so hard that he was sure it’d bleed. “...I’d love to make a sexy doctor joke here about a prostate check--”
“Stop confusing porn with real life.” Ryan sat back down next to Dylan. He reached out towards Dylan’s arm, then paused, looking up at Dylan with an eyebrow raised in question. He waited for Dylan’s nod before placing his hand on Dylan’s arm with the tenderest of touches, so light Dylan couldn’t even feel it.
Nimble yet delicate fingers began the painstaking effort of removing the multiple layers of bandages wrapped around Dylan’s stump, Ryan’s eyes laser focused as he worked. Meanwhile, Dylan wasn’t looking at his arm in the slightest. He just… He couldn’t look away from Ryan. And sure, that had been a common theme since he first laid eyes on the guy, but in this moment especially…
Man… He was really screwed, wasn’t he?
“Tell me if I hurt you…” said Ryan, words barely above a mumble, most of his focus diverted towards what his hands were doing than his mouth.
“Sure. Will an ‘ow’ do, or should I like… scream at the top of my lungs? Which will get your attention more?”
“The first,” Ryan answers, not even glancing up at Dylan for his comment. “The second would probably make me jump, which would probably hurt you more. Not to mention make everyone on this floor think I’m murdering you in here.”
“...Or they could think it’s the other kind of screams.”
Ryan’s hands stilled, bandages half hanging off Dylan’s arm. Funnily enough, this was the comment that got Ryan to look up at him. “I’m… not sure how given you’d be screaming in pain. Unless… Do you… Do you usually make screams of pain during sex?”
Dylan clicked his tongue. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
Ryan bit down hard on his tongue, eyes dropping back down to Dylan’s arm as he cleared his throat. “I… Don’t think that line worked the way you were hoping it would.”
“Yeah, I tried to save it and made it so much worse…”
Ryan unwrapped the last bit of bandage left, delicately sliding it off the healing skin. He kept a tentative hand loosely held around Dylan’s arm as he shot Dylan a half smile. “It’s okay. I knew what you were trying to get at.”
Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was just because Ryan was quickly falling into this sense of comfort with Dylan that made it easier; easier to say the things that he wanted to say but often held back, unsure what others would think of him if he freely said such things. Not wanting to… well, fuck things up, Ryan supposed. But as he said, Dylan just made it easier. Enough to gather the confidence to say, “And in that case… I do intend to find out.”
That was all it took for Dylan, it seemed. The slightest of flirting back from Ryan, and boom — mouth dry, brain switched off. Not a thought. Just Ryan’s words bouncing around in an empty skull as he stares wide-eyed at Ryan like some sort of creep.
It also did a very good job of distracting him from the fact that Ryan was now looking at his exposed stub. For about… five seconds, anyway. Then it was a case of being sat here not knowing what to say or where to look as Ryan looked so meticulously over his injury that Dylan was starting to think he was trying to memorize it or something.
“It’s, uh… Not a pretty sight,” Dylan tried to joke, but the delivery fell flat, along with his lopsided smile. It was true, though. At least in his eyes. It was… swollen, skin bruised and flushed pink, near red. Haggard stitches ran along the curvature of the stump, their dark black marks dug into his skin.
Ryan’s eyes flicked up to Dylan, to his downtrodden gaze, and he didn’t like that one bit. “You know what I see?”
“Hopefully not a sign of infection?”
“No—” Ryan blew right past that. “—I see the proof that you faced hell head-on and came through the other side. I see someone who knows he’s still got a long road ahead of him but is ready to face that just the same. You wear this like a badge of honor, Dylan. Because that’s what it is. This, is you. Be proud.”
Okay, so maybe this was how Dylan’s brain fully malfunctions.
“And it’s a part of a very pretty person,” Ryan added on like it was nothing more than an afterthought, not even looking at Dylan as he reached for the fresh gauze. “So, yes. It is a pretty sight.”
Nope. That did it. Right there.
“Sweet Jesus, what are you doing to me?” Dylan whispered as Ryan cautiously placed the back of his against the flushed skin of his stump, doing his best to avoid the stitches as he feels for any excessive heat from him.
“Um… Nothing?” Ryan answered, seemingly deeming his temperature to be okay as he begins applying a fresh layer of gauze over his arm. “I’m just being ‘Ryan Ryan’. ”
“Ohhh, that’s not fair,” Dylan complained, his drawing out of the ‘oh’ bringing out a quiet chuckle from Ryan. “You can’t do that to me…”
“Why not…?” Ryan asked in reply, still not looking at Dylan but keeping his focus purely on the task at hand, and man... He was doing a good job, but Dylan just wanted to see his goddamn eyes—
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you keep bringing out ‘Ryan Ryan’ and I fall in love with you in like, three days. It’ll happen. I will cling to you, and you will regret it.”
Finally, finally, those rich encompassing brown eyes meet with his. “Safe to say I have a few regrets. From that night especially…” Dylan wasn’t sure if the tingles shooting up his arm were from the tightness of the new bandages being secured, or from the feather-touch brushes of Ryan’s fingers as they worked. “The only regret I’ll have with you? Is not kissing you long before that night by the fire.”
“Oh,” Dylan squeaks, having to fight down the urge to punch himself in the face. Oh? Oh?! What kind of a response was ‘oh?’
“All done,” Ryan snaps Dylan out of his self-hating thoughts, only struggling a little bit as he pinches and pulls at the latex gloves on his hands to get them off. “Looks good from what I can tell.”
“Oh - uh, y-yeah, looks good,” Dylan stammers out in agreement. “Hey, so quick question: When the hell did you get so good at flirting?”
Ryan looked in very clear disagreement to that, head jolting back with an affronted frown. “I always was.”
“Alright, let me change the question: Where the hell is all this flirting coming from?”
Ryan balls up the gloves in his hands, chucking them into the trash can in the corner of the room with surprising ease. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God no.”
Ryan snorted. “I wouldn’t really call any of that flirting, anyway. I’m just… saying what’s true.”
“Well, it’s working a little too well on me, so I’d class it as flirting.”
“If you say so.” Ryan found it easier to just agree. “I also haven’t slept in like, forty hours? So that’s probably affecting my filter a little bit.”
“Forty—?!” Dylan spluttered. “Jesus, Ryan, when you said you couldn’t sleep--”
“I’m fine--”
“No, you’re not. Christ, you… you should have kicked me out man, try and get some sleep--”
“I won’t. Sleep, I mean. Or kick you out, for that matter.”
“Then… Shit. I’d say I’d try and help, but I’m not sure how…” Dylan looked over to the pile of medical supplies Ryan had brought over, wading his good hand through them to get a better look. “ I might have some sleeping pills somewhere…”
“Got my own,” Ryan shot down the idea and a shrug of his shoulders. “Didn’t work.”
Dylan blew a long puff of air from his mouth, glancing over to the old digital alarm clock collecting dust on Ryan’s bedside cabinet, the numbers and letters blinking ‘4:24 AM’ at him. “Okay… Then let’s switch roles.”
“...I… Don’t know what that means…”
“You helped me, now I help you,” Dylan answers, gesturing with his thumb behind his shoulder to the head of the bed. “Go lay down.”
“I don’t think that’s gonna--”
“Go lay down.” Dylan’s commanding tone caught Ryan by surprise, mouth swinging shut as he blinked in shock. “Please…” Dylan added as an afterthought.
“Alright…” Ryan conceded, moving up the bed. He laid back against the bed’s headboard, hands in his lap and legs stretched out in front of him as he watched Dylan fumble with the medical supplies, trying to move them from the bed over to the empty space on the room’s desk. “You could have just asked me to do that--”
“I got it!” Dylan insisted, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on not dropping everything. He beamed with success once everything had been moved, heading back over to Ryan’s bed, proud smile switching to a frown at the sight of Ryan's plank-like posture. “You don’t look very comfortable.”
“Not really,” Ryan had to admit.
“Alright, possibly embarrassing question for you coming up, but one I feel is fairly important.” Dylan clambered onto the bed next to Ryan, leaning back with a sigh as he turned his head to face him. “So, for me, I slept like a baby when we, uh… When we shared a bed back in the hospital. Granted, I slept like a baby that was on a lot of drugs, but it wasn’t just that. You made me feel…” Dylan trailed off, admittedly finding himself a little embarrassed to be saying this out loud.
“Safe,” Ryan finished for him, a timid smile almost impossible to see pulling at his lips. “Yeah, I… I slept pretty well, too.”
“Okay, so… What’dya say?” Dylan offered. “Wanna test the theory again?”
“Sounds like you’re asking me for a sleepover,” Ryan teased, much to Dylan’s delight.
“Sure. But maybe without the pillow fight? There’s only so much I can do with one hand.”
“I’m not even gonna comment on that…” Ryan reached over Dylan, flipping the small light switch on the wall next to the bed. The little lamp by him was extinguished, room plunging into darkness, and Ryan froze. He hadn’t been expecting it — that sudden wash of fear, ice cold and gripping tight around his chest, ripping away the air in his lungs.
But then Dylan’s hand is softly curling into his shirt, guiding him back down to the bed, and just like that, the warmth returns. Ryan lets Dylan pull him down, and they settle together like they had been doing this for years: Ryan curled into Dylan’s side, his head rested atop Dylan’s chest, Dylan’s good arm wrapped him, fingers tracing soothing paths up and down his sleeved arm. Dylan didn’t use any more words, and he didn’t need to. All of a sudden, with the gentle ‘thuds’ of Dylan’s heart under his ear, his deep, soft breaths, and the warmth of his skin bleeding into Ryan’s… the dark almost felt soothing.
And with Dylan’s hold around him… Ryan let himself sink into it.
#dylan/ryan#ryan x dylan#dylan x ryan#radioheads#the quarry#the quarry game#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler#fluff#fluff and humor#occasional angst#basically a timeline of their relationship
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Shivers
Abigail Blyg x Nick Furcillo [The Quarry]
Warnings: None :)
Genre: Romance, FLUFF
Summary: ‘You steal my warmth, leave me shivering’ - Two adorable idiots in love who don’t know they’re in love yet
Not requested - sorry, the idea refused to leave my head 😭
The sun clearly has no mercy for anyone, not even for the underslept and overworked counselors at Hackett's Quarry. It's the middle of July though, nothing less is to be expected. God knows rain is harder to manage when taken into consideration how many kids would dodge and bend around every rule and figure of authority to go live their movie moments in the downpour. That's as far as that consolation goes though, the sun's rays are too brutal to let anyone's brain work with its full potential and think of anything else without smoking like an overheated machine.
One of the martyrs sulking in the reign of heat this fine summer afternoon is Nick. But unlike the other counselors who are practically cooking while tending to their tasks and entertaining the kids, he's got a solid plan. An escape plan, to be exact. He ended up curating it last night when he took to comforting a kid who was upset by his fellow campers' teasing comments on his inability to swim. A quick show of hands confirmed a sneaking suspicion he had the moment the subject was brought up: there was a good number of kids who didn't know how to swim or were too afraid to even get in the water.
In short, he'd hit a jackpot and did not spend a moment longer before scheduling a swimming lesson/activity with that small group of kids for the following day. That being said, he'll be splashing around in the lake all afternoon while his work friends turn redder and redder with each degree risen.
However, as he's now making his way down the gravelly path to the lake where the group should be meeting him, he can't help but wonder if it was a good idea. He could barely get a wink of sleep before the first rays of dawn peeped in through the crooked blinds. He has a bad sunburn across his shoulder blades. He's beaten half to death by the heat already. In short, he's not in the best shape for a swim. Will his heart allow him to cancel the activity though? Hell no. He'll instead keep his fingers crossed that the refreshing lake water will be enough to kick his senses back into gear.
Nick can almost find it in himself to feel like a disgrace. Having spent a large chunk of his life in Australia, he's experienced heat far worse than this. Never did it get him to fold this badly though. Being in the US has seemingly lowered his tolerance to high temperatures which doesn't bode well for him at all, especially not right now or if he decides to visit home at the end of the summer when they clear out the camp.
Speaking of the camp, being here has lowered another tolerance of his: people. People his age, to be specific. He's gotten better accustomed to answering silly questions and playing dumb little games with the kids, but man, can he get overwhelmed by his peers easily. To say they get on his nerves would be inaccurate and downright overkill. But they can definitely be a lot from time to time.
Especially Jacob who he sees just up ahead on the trail, chatting up Dylan who he's frequently on the same wavelength with. Read: several wavelengths higher than the one Nick is typically on, but especially in this moment. That is exactly why the boy hits the breaks hard, making an imprint of his shoes in the soil, and swerves over into a far more narrow trail branching out from the main one.
I'll need to recharge the batteries for that interaction, he thinks to himself, almost as an unsaid apology to Dylan and Jacob, both of whom he's grown to be close with over the course of these past two weeks. Closer than he thought he'd get but he's not complaining. Quite the contrary actually.
Nick's never been a very big people person. He's has tight-knit circles of friends all his life so he's not exactly a loner either. But he certainly has his limits, ones his social batteries set for him. It's a very big gamble though: they can make him or break him in the worst or best situations.
Prime example of it would be the time those exact batteries randomly gave out, although fully charged. And it had to happen while he was talking to the girl his eyes immediately fell upon during orientation. Well, she was talking to him. He had minimal participation in the conversation due to the system fail that went on up in his head. He still tends to relive the moment seconds before slumber consumes him and cringes his facial muscles into knots every single time, pinching the bridge of his nose punishingly as if it would change anything. In his dreams it did indeed go differently. He left a good impression and the whole nine yards.
In real life, however, it took plenty of work to redeem himself. Yes, the redemption did include a kid with urine-soaked pants getting escorted back to camp by him but it did the trick.
He got the girl...'s attention. He got the chance to leave a proper good impression and even steal a few smiles and a giggle or two from her while he was at it. All in all, it was a success. The kid got away with his accident unnoticed by his peers as well, so that was also a big benefit for the day.
What was not beneficial about that day that occurred less than a week ago is the aftermath it left in Nick's head. It included a lot of moments he'd unknowingly embedded into his mind: the way the girl's eyes reflected the sunlight, making it impossibly brighter; the way that same sunlight poked its way through her rosy hair, lighting it ablaze like a mystical halo, framing her angelic face perfectly. The sound of her laughter lingered somewhere in there as well, bringing a smile to his face whenever he'd replay it in his memory.
To put it bluntly, the man's been down bad ever since.
And it certainly serves as no help, the sight of that same magenta halo further down the road.
By the path, there's a large clearing shielded from the unforgiving sun by countless tree branches, the leaves clinging to them swaying gently in the breeze, fanning the group of kids participating in Abigail's art lesson. It was a particularly unusual choice of hers to make and take the lesson out in nature instead of the semi-cool confinement of her assigned cabin but the kids were on-board with the idea right as it left her lips so she couldn't not fulfill it.
That's how they've ended up here: nature watching in the shade, sat cross-legged in the grass, everyone with their nose buried in a sketchbook, scribbling away a picture from memory or drawing something in their surroundings they are avidly observing.
Not a single peep leaves any of the kids, all of them too focused on their artwork to allow a slip-up by muttering as much as a syllable. Abi is in the zone right there with them, eyes hyperfocused on each line, each dot, every tiny detail she jots down on the page. It's that unwavering concentration very few things can break.
But apparently the sight of the messy haired Aussie she catches out of the corner of her eye does the trick.
Abi lifts her head, tilting it so her eyes meet Nick's, exchanging smiles with him as she gets to her feet and makes her way closer to the trail so they can hopefully chat while also not interrupting the little artists in action.
"Hey." She beams, notebook now shut and pressed into her side while she tucks the pencil she was using behind her ear. Old habit.
Nick finds it adorable.
"Hey." He replies, mind momentarily going blank. But he manages. He grasps at the straw he can before it too is pulled from his reach, "You know, you're probably the only counselor who can do that." He remarks, nodding to the kids, none of whom have noticed the dislocation of their counselor.
The poor girl almost feels pathetic when she feels the back of her neck prickle at the comment, "It's an easy task. Kids have a wild imagination, I just help them feed into it. They do the work for me." Not leaving it up to chance and risking receiving any more compliments she won't know how to respond to properly, she shifts the conversation, "Where are you headed?"
Another momentary brain hiatus pushed aside, Nick forces his arm to take initiative before he picks out his words - pointing towards the lake, "I'll be teaching a swimming lesson." He hesitates for a brief second before his social batteries surprisingly choose to do him a favor and kick into high gear, "Would you like to join when you get done with...all of that?"
His hand threads itself nervously through his bird's nest of hair, reminding him that he didn't put as much effort into it as he would've had he known he'd be running into her. That reminder causes him to look away, evidently blushing and flustered.
Abi finds it adorable.
Makes her wish she could say yes like she really, really wants to, but alas..."I won't be done anytime soon. That's a lot of artwork to give feedback on." She gestures to her group of aspiring artists, the number of which she's been appreciative of since day one but is now displeased by. If there had been a lesser interest in her lesson maybe she could...
No, that's terribly unprofessional, Abi! She scolds herself just on time.
Nick had expected the rejection but that doesn't mean his fingers weren't secretly crossed behind his back. Still, he takes it like a champ, "That's ok, we have an entire summer ahead of us. We'll have a dip eventually." As if he needed to get any more flustered, he had to set himself up for that one, didn't he?
Luckily, she doesn't seem at all phased by it. Well, at least not externally, "Yeah, for sure!"
A fleeting moment of silence settles between them. One they've grown closely affiliated with when in each other's company. Silence they don't find uncomfortable or out-of-place. Not the type of silence they scramble to fill with random chatter. It's simply theirs, their trademark conversation accessory.
And Nick wouldn't have bothered to break it if a little voice at the back of his head didn't remind him of the kids waiting for him by the lake, cooking in the sun. "I've got to go now. But...I'll see you at dinner?"
"Of course! Have fun with your lesson." Abi replies enthusiastically, bidding him a farewell with a small wave which he quickly returns before taking to jogging down the path.
Not only for the benefit of speed though. But because of how cold he suddenly feels, shivers running up and down his spine as if just the air around him suddenly dropped in temperature.
As if he left all the warmth he felt back in that moment, in that very spot.
If he were to look over his shoulder he'd see that Abi didn't return to her spot in the shade either. Instead, she's actively chosen to stand in the sun, goosebumped arms crossed over her chest, hoping the rays will do what they've been doing best all day - warm her up after the sudden nestling of shivers beneath her skin.
As if he took her warmth with him when he turned to leave.
#the quarry#the quarry fandom#the quarry fanfic#abigail blyg#nick x abigail#nick furcillo#nick x abi#emma mountebank#jacob custos#dylan lenivy#ryan ezrahler#kaitlyn ka#max brinly#laura kearney#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#fluff#ship fic
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Rising moon
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warning : little angst , little emotional , fluff & comfort
Fandom : The Quarry
Dylan x Ryan
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The moon was setting, it was over. The most terrible night of his entire life was over. All the blood and the pain. The torture and the psychological and physical suffering. The weapons, the gunshots, and the bouncing when a shot was fired. The running and hiding. The holding your breath and waiting until you could safely run away. All that was over and everyone was happy. But it had not gone without a little bloodshed. Kayle was dead Chris was dead he had shot him so the bloodline would end. At least that's what they thought at the time.
Silas was a poor creature who had not survived all this. The single shot of Laura. With this shot it seemed as if the sun would shine again through the woods, everything was in order. So it seemed at first glance-does it not always. The sound of sirens as the help called by Dylan arrived at the camp. Seemed to bring the distant reality back to them. The sirens of the approaching ambulance that tended to all their wounds as best it could before taking them all to the hospital. The Hacketts being questioned and taken to the police station. What happened to them they would all know days later. It was an experience none of them would forget. At one point, even Ryan thought he could handle it, but he had to admit to himself that he could not.
He had to stay in the hospital for a week because of his stab wound. When he was exhausted with pain pills home he was glad to have his small apartment for himself. The key turned in the lock and for an infinity he was back home. His dark home greeted him and he was alone again. He was no longer with him. A dull pain ran through his partially healed but not fully healed wound. He turned on the light and as the door closed he let out a sigh that seemed far too long ago.
He was so tired and exhausted. He had already slept badly in the hospital. He had tossed and turned. He was in pain and always left the light on. The darkness was one of the worst things after the events. It always reminded him of the night. All the horror, he hated it.
He looked at the pain pills in his hand and more frantic and faster than necessary he opened the box and took out two of the pills. He went to his kitchen, took a glass and swallowed the pills with water. Please act fast he thought before going to his room. He had to get out of his clothes in which he had sweated himself to death. When he slept or could sleep he was plagued by nightmares. Horrible nightmares that left him sweaty and with a fast beating heart awake in the dark. In his room he groped for the light switch even faster than necessary. But this thought that in the darkness that every second a beast was just waiting for him was almost too real. In his closet he took out a new shirt and slipped into a pair of sweatpants. His eyes lingered on the picture of his family. It had been a trip together a few years ago. He would give anything to be there again. Although there was one exception. He would never give Dylan away. He could have stayed with his parents for a few days, but at the time he was convinced he could do it on his own. He had always managed on his own until now.
But none of them had really talked to the others. Now and then in the hospital a few words but all seemed to fight with themselves.
He considered whether he should ncoh something to eat but he did not know whether his stomach would not have regurgitated it. He was so tired and exhausted. The compress on the wound was strong and the bandage seemed to crush him. But he was glad that the wound had not reopened. For healing, he would have endured this oppressive trepidation. Should he try to sleep or stay awake?
Ryan didn't know and yet he was so powerlessly exhausted that his bed seemed the only option. Despite the fact that the room was bright, he did not turn off the light to sleep. He couldn't do it even when he closed his eyes, there was always that watched feeling. The blanket wrapped around him gave him a little security.
Slowly and with an anxious feeling he slowly drifted off. And the darkness had him in its clutches.
Forest meters high forest seemed to surround him everywhere he looked everything was full of risieger trees. Frightened, he became aware of his surroundings. His eyes traveled to every sound he heard. Fear of being too slow to avoid the fangs.
He looked up but only the moon shone down on him through the treetops. But the longer he looked through the forest the darker everything seemed to become. He had to get away from it all as fast as he could. Ryan ran, his lungs burned and his heartbeat seemed to drown out everything. But it didn't matter, none of it mattered, he had to get out of here. Fear and panic had overshadowed his senses. Survival was the only goal. He cringed as a howl broke through his loud heartbeat. ,, Oh no-no," he said as he became aware of what was waiting for him in the darkness. He ran faster than he actually could, but it was all the same. He could not see the beast again. He would not be able to.
He looked behind him, trying to see something, but nothing but darkness confronted him. A nightmare, a terrible nightmare.
He looked forward again but at that moment he got stuck on one of the big tree roots. He hit the forest floor, which was covered with leaves and earth, hard. Dizziness ran through his vision as he struggled to get up. His leg hurt but he ignored it. But the blood he tasted in his mudn was abnormal. He must have bitten his tongue, otherwise he could not explain it. He stood again and wanted to run further when he heard a rustling in front of him. Tense he stopped when it comes hard on hard he would jump to the side. So he hoped at least.
Then something came out of the dark in front of him.
It was not a werewolf or Silas no it was a severed bloody hand. It was thrown in front of his feet by something or someone. It was fresh and the blood was still dripping from the severed part of the body.
He knew immediately who it belonged to. He himself had cut it off. He himself had held the chainsaw and cut the bone. His heart skipped a beat. ,, Dylan!" he shouted into the darkness, hoping to find his friend. He could not be too late. He was about to reach for his hand when he looked up as something leapt out of the darkness toward him.
The werewolf. The hairless beast with the rice teeth jumped out and its mouth with the bloody fangs tore his flesh.
All at once Ryan was awake again and sitting upright in his lit room. Despite the nightmare, it took him a few moments to adjust to his surroundings, but what he couldn't control was the rapid beating of his heart and the frantic gaze that looked for the wolf. He was about to get out of bed and lock himself in the bathroom somewhere safe when he made a painful noise. He looked down at himself and to his shock his top was covered in blood. He pulled up the shirt and saw that his stab wound had reopened. His fingers trembled as he carefully tightened the bandage and hissed. Tears had formed in his eyes and he had never felt so helpless. He glanced at his cell phone and maybe it was their bidding or maybe it was their love that tempted him to call Dylan.
It rang and Ryan, who had wiped away his tears to get his eyesight back, nervously played with his shirt. ,, Ryan hey how are you?" Dylan's voice sounded cheerful and a little surprised. He startled himself slightly as he said, ,, Dylan please just come here...I need you". Not because he was asking his friend for help, but because his voice sounded incredibly broken, as if he would start crying again any second. ,, Everything will be alright, I'll be right there," Dylan replied, apparently having heard Ryan's voice, which indicated that something was wrong.
Should he venture out of his room? Lock himself in the bathroom ? Stay here ?
But he knew that at the latest when Dylan was here he would have to open the door for him. The fear of the dream had him in its grip. Only slowly and with a tight grip on his bloody top did he venture out of his room. With each step he took, his breathing seemed to become more labored. As if at any moment the forest would reappear or the beast...or the bloody severed hand. How many minutes had passed since he had called Dylan? One, two, five, or ten, it didn't matter and yet it seemed so long before there was a knock at the door. ,, Ryan, it is me, Dylan!" he heard his friend's voice. Slowly, but with need behind him, he walked to the door and opened it. The dark brown haired man was wearing a pink and purple hoodie and simple jeans, yet he was the complete opposite of himself. The two of them were so dissimilar that it fit again. Maybe that was the reason why they fell in love.
That or Dylan's attempts at flirting with the truth or dare in which they had kissed. ,, Ryan" said his boyfriend and was about to pull him into his arms when he stopped in a panic. ,, What happened?" he asked, taking Ryan's hands in his to calm him down a bit. ,, I-I don't know, I had...a nightmare and-" Ryan couldn't get past the thought of the werewolf and Dylan's hand were too much. The tears rolled down his cheek again. ,, It's going to be okay, I'm here Ryan," Dylan said, wiping away the tears with his hoodie sleeve. ,, Is your first aid kit in the bathroom?". ,, Yes" Ryan replied and Dylan took him by the hand before they went into the small bathroom. Ryan was put on the toilet by Dylan before Ryan pulled his white shirt over his body. ,, I'm not a doctor, but shouldn't you go to the hospital?" Dylan asked, seeing the panic in Ryan's eyes. ,, No, that can wait, please just stay with me," Ryan said quickly, holding Dylan's wrist tightly. ,, All right, I understand, everything will be fine. I'll just fix you up," Dylan said and reached for the first aid kit. Ryan meanwhile painfully removed the bandage and the compress. ,, Your hand" said Ryan who distracted himself by watching Dylan. What was left was covered by a white bandage. Dylan paused for a moment and looked at his blunt. ,, Oh, it's healed fine, don't worry. The doctors said I would get a protesis soon. Then I'll be back to well, complete," he admitted and gave Ryan a smile. ,, This is going to hurt, just hold on tight," he warned Ryan before disinfecting the wound. Ryan yelped loudly and clung to Dylan's colorful hoodie as he disinfected the wound. ,, I know, I'm sorry, it'll be better in a minute," Dylan said soothingly, hoping it would help his friend.
After cleaning the wound, he took a compress and applied it to the wound. He was about to let go when he remembered that he couldn't put a bandage on because of his missing hand. ,, Would you please hold on?" he asked and Ryan needed a moment before he understood. Dylan took the bandage and tied it around the compress. ,, I hope it holds," Dylan mumbled, though it was more directed at himself. ,, Thank you," Ryan said softly and looked down. ,, Hey, it's all right. It's over, I'm here," Dylan said as he knelt in front of Ryan and took his face in his hands. Dylan gave his friend a kiss on the cheek before taking his hands in his again. ,, Come on, let's find something comfortable," Dylan said and pulled the suffering man behind him into the bedroom. The light was still on and Dylan understood that it should stay that way. ,, I'm sorry," said Ryan, who had sat down on the bed as Dylan searched in the closet. ,, What?" asked Dylan and turned to the black-haired man. ,, I'm sorry...I thought I could handle it on my own but I-" Ryan broke off and tears rolled down his cheeks. ,, When I close my eyes I see everything. Dylan I see the blood, the werewolves the moment I took your hand-" he broke off again and hid his face in his hands.
Again he knelt in front of him and took Ryan's hands from his face. ,, It's normal, you've been through a lot. We all have, I mean I don't have a hand anymore. But I promise you, Ryan, it's over and you're not alone," Dylan said and gave his friend a soft kiss. ,, I'm here for you Ryan," came softly from the brown-haired man. Ryan slowly loosened up and he put on his black sweater. Dylan rose and retreated with Ryan on his bed. He wrapped him in his arms and they just held each other tightly for a while. It was a way of saying I'm here for you. ,, You're not alone Ryan, I'm here," he whispered to his friend. They detached and Dylan laid his head gently against Ryan's. They held each other and felt each other's love. They held each other and felt their love. And slowly, very slowly, Ryan felt the panic leave him and the moon slowly rose and drove away the shadows. Because their love would get through the trauma, because they had experienced too much together. ,, Thank you Dylan," Ryan whispered and received a soft kiss that made him forget all the suffering.
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#the quarry#dylan x ryan#the quarry ryan#the quarry dylan#rylan#ryan erzahler#dylan lenivy#fluff#male x male#comfort#big comfort#light angst#angst#nightmare#holding#each other#big fluff
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ENOUGH
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Warnings: Making-Out; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex; Dry Humping; Teasing; Aggressive Sex; Slight Manhandling; Groping; Temporary Spanking; Fingering; Oral (Male Receiving); Creampie; Multiple Rounds(Implied)
Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy
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“O-One more time?” Dylan sat in front of me, eyes wide and lips parted, the utmost expression of both disbelief and shock on his pale face as he stammered his request. His brown eyes were dull, dazed as he registered my words, right hand gripping in his lap on the opposite couch whilst his left stump was pressed to his chest. Blinking, he shook his head lightly and reached up to ruffle his soft brown locks.
“I think we should take a break.” I shrank back at the absolute heartbroken dullness in his eyes, gnawing at my lower lip and toying with the hem of my shirt. His fingers clawed to his lap, gripping his knees as he lowered his head and laughed humorlessly.
“Why?”
“I-I…I’m not good enough for you—you deserve someone better, Dyl—“
“Why the fuck do you get to decide that!?”
I yelped, his raised voice startling me as I shrank back against the sofa. His pupils were blown and his teeth gritted as he glared at his lap, knuckles white from the grip he had on his knee.
“You’re more than enough for me, (Y/N)! You make me happy! What makes you think you’re not perfect to me?” He hissed, voice trembling and shoulders quaking. His hair was ruffled and covering his eyes from my view, though I could tell from his voice he was hurting. “Why…why do you think you’re not worth it? W-What did I…d-do?” I bit my lip and reaches over, grasping his hand and stump gently as they trembled. My own (E/C) eyes stung with tears, sniffling softly as I squeezed his hand.
“I-I just…y-you’re missing a hand, Dyl! A-And I’m not strong enough t-to help you…I couldn’t p-protect you from those t-things, I-I—“ I closed my eyes, recoiling from his grasp and pushing back into the sofa I sat on. Soft sniffles and hiccups left me, my fingers rubbing at my eyes mercilessly.
A soft, familiar hand cupped my face, thumb wiping the tears from my face gently. Blinking softly, I sniffled and peered up at the brunette I’d grown to love, lower lip quivering. His eyes were sad, nose brushing mine as he kissed and licked at my cheeks and jaw, fingers caressing my cheekbone gently. Nuzzling my neck, he kissed my skin softly and moved to kneel between my legs.
“Baby, it’s okay. I know it hurts, but I’m so much better when I’m with you. I’m so happy with you here, baby.” Dylan murmured, holding my face in his palm and nuzzling his nose with mine. “I love you, you know that? Let me show you how good you are for me…?”
I hiccuped and nodded slowly, letting the brunette guide me onto my feet and down the hall to our bedroom. His one hand pulled me in by my hips, lips finding mine in a gentle caress. The frail fingers of his right hand slipped under my shirt, trailing over my abdomen and lighting a fire beneath skin wherever he touched. I shivered and snakes my arms around his neck, standing on my toes to press into him more. He exhaled softly against my lips, hand slipping higher til his thumb brushed my left nipple, pinching the soft peak lightly.
I gasped and Dylan smiled against my lips, slipping his tongue between my parted lips and caressing the warm appendage in my own mouth. His hips ground against mine, his left arm curled around my waist to hold me close. Tilting his head, he groaned as our crotches rubbed together, the tent in his jeans pressed against the tent in mine.
“(Y/N), you’re so cute.” The tall brunette mumbled, gaining another whine from me as he tweaked my nipple and rolled it lightly. “Such cute sounds.” His hand slid down, removing itself from my shirt only to tug the fabric over my head and toss it away. I hissed as the cold air met my (S/C) skin, nipples erect and chest heaving. Leaning back, Dylan gazed down into my (E/C) eyes with blown pupils, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly swollen from the kiss.
“You’re so sexy.” He mumbled, leaning in to suckle at my throat, a sharp moan leaving me. I tilted my head back and fumbled with his shirt, dragging it up and over his head desperately. “So sweet. So kind.” Each word carried another round of kisses, licks and soft nibbles. His left arm hooked around my waist, guiding my hips forward as he rubbed against me. His right hand slid down over my waist and, dipping past the denim, began to toy with the hard-on beneath my briefs.
“D-Dylan!” I mewled, bucking against his hand as he thumbed at my tip, cock twitching at his touch. The tall male chuckled against my throat, teeth lightly scraping over my Adam’s apple. My palms pressed flat against his chest, fingertips lightly tracing the scars from the quarry.
“Look at you, so needy, so desperate. What do you want, baby?” He cooed, his hips rutting against mine again whilst he continued to palm me. I shivered and whimpered, my teeth drawing my lower lip in as a sharp whine left me. “Use your words, handsome.”
“M-More, please!” I mewled, (H/C) locks disheveled and forehead lined with a thin sheen of sweat. The closeted nerd leaned back, his much taller frame towering over me with a cocky smirk on his pale, beautiful face.
“More what? Tell me, (Y/N).” I whined and rutted against his palm as he squeezed the outline of my cock, his left arm holding my hips in place. “Look down, (Y/N). This is what you do to me.”
My (E/C) eyes flashed down to his hips, his cock throbbing beneath his pants and pressing into my hipbone. He rutted against me again, groaning lowly at the friction whilst never removing his gaze from my face.
“You make me feel so good. So happy. So loved. So—fuck!—s-so fucking horny.” His words stumbled between his panting, hips rolling more fervently and his hand sliding around to grip at my ass. Squeezing the soft flesh, he yanked me forward til I toppled against his chest, his stature and strength enough for him to lift me up and toss me over his right shoulder. I yelped, clinging to his back tightly as he placed his right hand over my rear again, carrying me to the bed only to toss me onto the mattress.
My back hit the soft yet firm object with a soft thump, a gasp leaving me, my body bouncing slightly. Dylan was quick to climb over me, his lips immediately attaching themselves to my chest. His tongue swirled around my right nipple, lips sucking lightly as his soft brown curls fluttered in front of his face. I mewled and reached up to tug at his hair, thighs clenching beneath him at the groan he released. I bucked my hips up and felt his handless arm slip under my back, forcing me to arch against him. His long legs stretched out and he rutted his hips against mine, toying with me.
“D-Dylan—“
“That’s not my name, babe.” I swallowed at the deep tone of voice he took on, his teeth nipping at the skin beneath my nipples and his right hand slipping into my pants to palm my bare ass.
“S-Sugar.” He grinned, leaning up to press his lips to my cheek gently.
“Good boy.”
It was an odd nickname, I know, but it’s the one we settled on a long time ago. Dylan’s always been a sweetheart, joking nature aside. His empathetic soul and heart of gold had him putting others ahead of himself no matter the situation, even during that last night at the quarry. Because of that, and the kindness and affection he’d shown me, and partly due to my southern-raised nature, I took to calling him Sugar. At first, he was flustered and confused, but after the first few times he grew to adore the pet name, and after we started dating, it took a deeper meaning. It wasn’t just a nickname, but a title. To him, Sugar was a name of absolute adoration and love, and he never allowed anyone to call him that but me. It was special, a reminder of the love we had.
Dylan’s hand flipping me onto my hands and knees knocked me from my thoughts, a sharp gasp leaving me as he dragged my pants down my legs. “Look at you, clenching around nothing. Need me that bad, huh, baby?” I whined and flushed at the chuckle he released, his right hand kneading the soft (S/C) of my ass. “So beautiful, and all mine.” I buried my face in my pillow as his tongue dipped past my rim, a deep moan leaving him and mingling with the squeak that left me. Glancing down between my legs, I watched his hips rut against the bed, the tent in his jeans painfully taut and both his boxers and jeans stained with his precum.
“F-Fuck—“ I yelped as a sharp slap rang through the room, my ass stinging where he smacked me. Biting my lip, I felt tears of both pleasure and overstimulation build in my eyes, ass clenching around his fingers that had replaced his tongue.
“Language. What do we say, baby boy?”
“S-Sorry Sugar.”
“Good.” A soft nip to my reddened flesh had me mewling gently, toes curling in my socks and hips rutting against his hand. “So needy, fucking yourself on my fingers. You’re so hot.” Panting, I rolled my hips and arched my back, knowing how much he loved to watch me bend and squirm for him. His hungry groan confirmed that thought, his mouth suddenly latching to my taint and licking at my balls.
“S-Shit, fuck—!” I squealed, thighs quivering desperately at the sudden stimulation. Dylan hated when I cursed, usually because it was something I’d developed after the events in August, a bad habit that indicated extreme emotional stress or—in this case—lust. The tall teen immediately pulled away from me, leaning over my back with a glare in his eyes. He yanked me back by my hair, forcing me to make eye contact as he hovered behind me.
“What the fuck did I say?” My eyes widened feeling his hips pressed against my ass. “Do you need me to show you how important you are to me? Huh? Or do you need me to shut that pretty little dirty mouth of yours first?” Bucking back against him I panted, pupils blown and chest heaving.
“‘M sorry, Sugar. ‘M so s-sorry! I’ll s-stop, please!” Dylan sneered at me and slammed my face into my pillow, keeping it pinned with his left arm. I could hear the buckle of his jeans coming undone and the fabric falling to his knees. His tip prodded at my hole and I whimpered softly, gripping the sheets as his bare chest pressed to my back.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never think you’re anything less than perfect for me.” Dylan growled into my ear, and before I could reply, his hips thrusted forward. A shriek left me as he bottomed out immediately, the brunette bucking so hard against me I could hear the bed frame creak and the headboard slam into the wall. He growled and grunted and groaned, teeth nipping at my shoulder. His arms were on either side of my head to hold himself up, both of us slicked with sweat.
Tilting my head, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his left wrist, his breathe hitching in his throat. “I love you.” I mumbled, tears slowly rolling down my face from both the pleasure and the guilt. “I’m sorry. I love you so much.” Dylan smiled against my neck, peppering sweet kisses to my throat and fucking me a little faster, my own cock brushing against the bedsheets.
“I love you, too, baby boy. All mine, so good for me.” He cooed, earning soft babbles from the praise. My eyes rolled back and I drooled into the bedsheets, fingers digging into my pillow as he buried himself further in me. The brunettes cockhead battered my prostate, causing me to squeal as my vision went white. My cock throbbed and the sheets beneath me were suddenly drenched, my body trembling whilst my boyfriend fucked me through my high.
Turning my head, Dylan pressed his lips to mine and sucked on my tongue, bucking his hips harder. Tears of overstimulation poured from my eyes and I whimpered against him weakly. His hips stuttered and suddenly he was deep inside me, filling me with his warm seed as he panted against me.
We slumped like that, still connected as he leaned over me, his nose brushing mine. I barely got a few minutes to breathe before his right hand snaked around my hips, calloused fingers curling around my cock. I gasped breathlessly, peeking back at him as Dylan smiled mischievously, his hips slowly pulling back.
“I’m not done with you, yet, baby boy. I’m gonna fuck you til your addicted to my cock.” His hips bucked forward and I yelped, his fist squeezing my cock. “I’m never letting you go, baby. You’re perfect to me.”
Our intimacy continued through the evening and the night, leaving me slightly bruised, weak, lovedrunk and dazed the next morning, swaddled in my boyfriends embrace. I’m pretty convinced, now, that I’m more than enough for Dylan. After all, he’s more than enough for me.
#dylan lenivy#emma mountebank#abigail blyg#jacob custos#kaitlyn ka#max brinly#nick furcillo#ryan erzahler#smut#travis hackett#laura kearney#hacketts quarry#the quarry game#the quarry#fluff#werewolf#male x male#male reader#reader insert#my stuff#apocalypticnova#oneshot#request
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help I kinda wanna write a Quarry AU fic. Will I have the motivation...only time will tell.
#I have been reading a lot of college AUs and am having so many thoughts#brain rot honey#also I have recently been missing my old coffee job and I'm interested in opening a cafe in the near future but not 100% sure yet#but I wanna design a cafe in the fic that I feel would be similar to the kind I wanna open#also cute gay cuddle fluff ya know?#ok finished my rambling I love a good tag ramble#the quarry#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler
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Fifty-nine Days | Dylan Lenivy
*•.¸♡Request : No
*•.¸♡Prompt : none
*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : minor plot changes, reader is shorter than 6'0ft, slight angst, loys of fluff, cute Dylan, sexual implications, smut (comes in later), sex in a public place (no one sees), fingering (F receiving), hand job (M receiving), oral (F receiving), praise, Dylan and Reader are switches, cocky Dylan
*•.¸♡Paring : Dylan Lenivy x F!reader
*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 59 days. It takes Dyaln Lenvi 59 days to fall for you and one moment to turn it to hell
*•.¸♡words : 5.4k words
*•.¸♡A/N : I did not expect this to turn out this long, but holy crap am I proud of it
*•.¸♡A/N 2 : I wrote Dylan as Bisexual, I don't know if he's Bi and only liked Ryan at camp or he is just gay, but I spent a VERY long time writing this and really don't want to change it so my apologies
❁ Day One; Meet Cute
Going to a summer camp to be a swimming coach and supervisor of kids and young teens was something different, and different is exciting but you couldn't help but feel nervous about walking to Mr H's office to confirm your attendance
Mr H was welcoming and made you feel comfortable until another camper came bursting in announcing the radio was continuing to 'shout' at him
"Mr H, the radio is shouting still," Dylan announced swinging the door open. "I have- Whoa." Dylan stopped realising he had interrupted a meeting.
"Ah hey Dylan," Mr H smiled, slightly shocked at his sudden entrance. Your heart pounded as if you were in the wrong for being in the office. "Dylan this is the new counsellor, Y/N." You waved slightly, the thumping still pounding in your chest.
"My bad," Dylan chuckled, smiling uncomfortably. "Hi there Y/N."
"Hi Dylan," You smiled, slightly intimidated by how tall he was.
"Just one sec," Mr H apologized. You nodded, looking away awkwardly. "Now what's the problem, Dylan?"
"The radio gear is making weird noises and I can't get it to work, like, at all," Dylan explained rocking on the balls of his feet.
"I can take a look," You said suddenly making the two look at you. "I uh, I majored in IT and robotics, working some radio gear out wouldn't be too hard." Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Only uh, if you- if that's y'know, okay."
"All up to you Y/N, it would give me some time to go over some more paperwork," Mr H nodded, taking a seat at his desk. "Dylan?"
"God please," Dylan joked and you couldn't help but laugh.
Dylan led you from Mr H's office and across to the radio shack. You took a seat at the radio gear and a teasing smile took over your face. "Hey Dylan, have you used a radio before?" You asked looking over your shoulder.
"Is that a trick question?" Dylan asked, watching your fingers tap at the desk. You motioned him over and he stood behind the chair resting a hand on the desk and back of the chair.
"This is a tuning knob, it's the thing that chooses the radio frequency," You started and Dylan nodded listing to your explanation. "But it needs to connect to something like this speaker, yeah? The speaker that is making the cracking noises." Dylan nodded watching you tap the old speaker. "But your problem is the speaker is on, but the radio itself isn't." Dylan's jaw dropped as you flicked a switch on the side of the radio from 'off' to 'on', the green light switching on.
"You're fucking with me right?" Dylan cursed turning his head to look at you.
"No, I am not fucking with you," You smile.
❁ Day Two; Early Morning Chats
Spending your first night alone in the middle of the woods with spooky noises freaked you out far more than you appreciated
Taking a stroll to the lake at four am to skip rocks on the water you did not expect to see Dylan in Buggs bunny pj's come to the water to do the same thing
"Oh hey, hey Y/N, "Dylan mumbled awkwardly trying to cover the cartoon rabbit on his blue shirt.
"Hey Buggs," You joked, picking up another rock and throwing it watching it hit the dark sparkling water and found across the top three times.
"Wow, you're pretty good at that," Dylan commented, dropping his arms to his side and walking to stand by you. You mumbled a thank you before doing the same thing again. "So uh... what are you doing out here? Perving on the fish?"
You giggled, shaking your hand and passing Dylan a rock. "I was going more for the woodland creatures but I won't pass up a good opportunity," You quipped, watching Dylan toss the rock in his palm. "Creepy woods, couldn't sleep properly."
"Same, plus Jacob snores louder than an earthquake," Dylan commented, trying to balance the rock on the tip of his finger. "Do you know how to skip a rock?"
"Skim," You spoke up, tossing another.
"I thought it was skip?" Dylan asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"Eh, well I've heard it both ways," You shrugged picking up another and skipping it.
"Ah, but no I've never skipped a rock," Dylan rock in his hand.
"Hand," You requested, holding yours out. Dylan rested his hand on top of yours watching you as you gently bent his fingers around the rock. His eyes moved up to watch your face but you caught him staring. "Focus."
"Yep," Dylan nodded looking back down at his hand curled around the rock.
"Your thumb supports it and creates the momentum and it will roll off your pointer making it spin," You explained, holding Dylan's waist and spinning Dylan's body to the side, his feet facing the water his torso spun to face you. "It will rest on your middle finger in the meantime. You just spin your body and flick your arm from the elbow, and hopefully, it will fling from your hand and bounce on the water."
Dylan nodded following your instructions. Spin the torso, flick from the elbow, spin off the finger and bounce on the water. "Ha, ha! Yeah!" Dylan yelled in victory as the rock bounced on the water before plopping into the water. You clapped as Dylan cheered. "See that, that was so cool!"
❁ Day Ten; Blushing Red
Dylan was simply trying to help a kid carve Emma and Jacob forever into the tree trunk instead he interrupts your swimming lessons and turns, for lack of a better word, as red as a tomato
This starts the kids teasing of the crush developing between you both
"Are you sure Mr Hackett won't be mad at us?" The young camper Gabby asked as she watched Dylan carve the final letters.
"I'm positive, plus even if he finds out, whose to say lover boy Jacob didn't do it?" Dylan joked before putting the swiss army knife back in his pocket. "Now go, I think Chef Nick is cooking up some cookies." Gabby laughed before rushing for a group of campers that were heading for the lodge.
Dylan turned, meaning to head back to the radio shack but he caught sight of a swimming lesson and figured to head over and tease you. "Dylan! Hi!" Another camper, Isaac, yelled, with an over-exaggerated wave.
"Hey champ, how's swimming?" Dylan asked, giving him a high five through the fence.
"So much fun, Y/N's an amazing teacher!"
"Isaac! You're up!" You yelled, waving the boy over. Dylan's sarcastic comment about you running all the fun at the sight of you in a red and black stripped bikini. And suddenly red is Dylan's favourite colour. "Hey, Dylan!"
"Uh- hey, hey Y/N," Dylan stuttered, already feeling the hot redness of a blush creeping up the back of his neck and over his cheeks, dusting them in light pink.
"Dylan's blushing!" A camper shouted and the others erupted in a fit of giggles and 'oohs'.
"All right, all right settle down!" You called, pulling the attention back to you, not that Dylan's ever left. "Half an hour splash around then we will continue with the rest of you guys's laps!" Immediately as the words left your mouth the kids rushed for the pool. "Be responsible, I will revoke your pool privileges if you act like idiots!"
You rolled your eyes and walked to the side gate, resting your hands against the brick wall it was built in. "Huh, you are red," You teased, tilting your head to watch Dylan's cheeks darken in colour.
"No, I uh, I mean-" Dylan stopped and took a breath, trying to look anywhere else than where the water decided to drip and roll down your skin. "I am going to stop talking now and go back to my shack."
"You know we could go to the river tonight, I could teach you, y'know a private lesson," You offered, watching Dylan's face go completely red.
"I can't tell if you're messing with me," Dylan mumbled, staring straight into your eyes. You laughed, and Dylan played with black cuffs on his writs.
"I'm messing with you, campfire's tonight," You smiled, ignoring the blush growing on your cheeks. "We'll just have to reschedule." You sent Dylan a playful wink before turning back to the campers.
❁ Day Twenty-five; Tension and Rain
Dylan isn't trying to be dramatic, but my god is he dramatic
Rain is moving inwards and Dylan is trying to get your attention. But you are very stubborn but Dylan will do whatever to get your attention.
"Not to be, like, dramatic or anything, but I think it's gonna storm," Dylan stated, nudging your shoulder. You groaned half asleep as you and Dylan lay in the grass as the others ate lunch. Dylan huffed, poking your shoulder, "Y/N." You brushed him, resting your hands behind your head. Dylan squinted and poked your shoulder again, "Y/N..."
"Dylan, I am trying to sleep," You mumbled grabbing your jumper and tossing it at his face.
"Number one, this jumper is soft as baby pandas, number two..," Dylan rolled on top of you, straddling your stomach, putting all his pressure on top of you. "Y/N listen to me!"
"Okay okay!" You gasped, pressing your hands to Dylan's torso. "I'm listing! Dylan! Jesus, Dylan Lenivy! Get off!" Dylan lifted himself by his elbows, taking the pressure off of your stomach. Your hands still pressed to his stomach, your chest heaving. "You're like skinny as shit, why are so heavy?" Dylan went to lower his elbows but you pushed him harder. "Dylan I swear to god!"
"Okay okay, I'm done," Dylan laughed pushing himself up and resting on his knees. "Now-" A raindrop hit your forehead, then another, and another.
"Shit!" You cursed, Dylan stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You grabbed your jumper with your free hand as it started to pour with rain. Dylan held your hand as you both sprinted for the radio shack. Dylan threw the door open and pulled you in, throwing the door closed behind him.
You shook your jumper out throwing it over your shoulders before plopping yourself in the office chair Dylan usually sat in. "Comfy?" Dylan questioned. You smiled and slid further into the chair. Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled the other chair in front of the radio equipment, holding down the Microphone button.
"Yo, yo, yo Hacketters, DJ Dylan here," Dylan started, and you giggled quietly to yourself. "Rain has moved over the quarry, so I'd move those butts inside and grab your stuff and head to the Hall. Just cause its raining doesn't mean we don't have fun stuff for you guys to do!" Dylan clicked the mic off and leaned back in his chair, spinning to look at you.
You sat on your phone, scrolling through your downloaded music.
"Hey quick Q," Dylan started, watching you spin in the office chair. You clicked on a song before resting your phone on the table, the music echoing around the small shack. "How did you get your phone back? Mr H was very strict about it."
"I didn't turn it in, and I bought portable charges so I am set," You explained, grabbing the armrest on Dylan's chair and stopping yourself from spinning anymore.
"You, Y/N L/N, are one sneaky and brilliant woman," Dylan smiled, grabbing your chair and pulling you closer, leaning his head on your shoulder, rubbing his face on your fluffy jumper.
"Why thank you, DJ Dylan," You laughed, brushing Dylan's hair back. "Are we staying in here forever or...?"
"I figured until the rain stops," Dylan mumbled finally lifting his head.
"Are we gonna talk about five minutes ago?" You asked, lifting your legs and resting them across Dylan's. Dylan hummed in confusion, resting his hands on your thighs. "You quite literally straddling me."
"I needed to get your attention," Dylan shrugged, tapping his fingers on your legs.
❁ Day Thirty-seven; Heart To Heart and Coming Out
Dylan grabbed a few cokes and snacks and you both sat in the tree house, watching the sun go down
You started to open up to each other, learning about each other
"Well hopefully I get into something with Quantum physics," Dylan admitted, his legs swinging on the edge.
"Quantum physics," You repeated taking a sip from the glass coke bottle. Dylan nodded turning away, fiddling with his watch. "What's quantum physics?"
"Physics but quantumy," Dylan shrugged sipping his cola. You waited for him to keep talking but he just kicked his feet.
"And..." You encouraged.
"And?"
You laughed, brushing your hair back. "And...What is it really? And why do you like it? What made you want to study it?"
"Oh, you're actually interested," Dylan said in shock, looking at you surprised. You nodded, bringing your legs up and crossing them waiting for Dylan to keep talking. "Well quantum physics allows for particles to be in two states at the same time. It's focusing on what makes things at their fundamental level, like their property and nature." Dylan paused and sipped on his coke again. "I know I'm not very sciencey, but I was kinda nervous when I first got her so the jokey sociable side came out."
"So you're a smarty pants who is hiding his intelligence by covering it with jokes and quips?" You questioned putting the empty coke bottle to the side.
"Uh, yeah basically," Dylan nodded, messing with his watch again.
"I mean, I get it," You nodded stretching your legs back out.
"What do you mean?" Dylan asked.
"Hiding what you're really like cuz your nervous... or scared," You explained, taking Dylan's coke and sipping from it.
"So what? You have a super-secret weird fetish or somethin'?" Dylan laughed, taking his coke back.
"Uh..."
"You don't have to tell me," Dylan offered, moving his hand to rest next to yours.
"No I want to," You nodded, moving your hand to sit on his. "You ever like someone and not been able to tell them because they wouldn't react the best?"
"Like they're already dating?"
"No..."
"Like... they're the same gender?" Dylan guessed again. You nodded softly and took the coke back. "Oh, yeah I get that." Dylan nodded, smiling softly. "Bi and ready to fly."
"You made that up," You sighed with a smile, finishing off the drink.
"Yes, but it was amazing wasn't it?" Dylan nudged your shoulder, smiling like a two-year-old that saw an ice cream truck.
"Sure, sure," You smiled nudging him back.
"So that's what you are? Bi?" Dylan asked in a serious tone.
"I don't really know, but I will say women are hot," You admitted, with a cocky smile.
"That is a very true statement, and men are very sexy," Dylan added, leaning back on his free hand.
"A-greed."
❁ Day Forty-six; Almost
Jacobs's plan to prank Nick goes horribly wrong, most likely pulling something in his ankle
So unfortunately you and Dylan are forced to make the campers lunch
Dylan groaned, sighing as he leaned on the counter. "Stop complaining, you'll be fine," You teased as you put together a sandwich.
"But it's so boring," Dylan continued to groan.
"I'm on the last couple of sandwiches, then we can take a break," You offered, looking up at Dylan. Dylan sighed and nodded walking over to you and standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. "You're hovering."
"So? I am going to continue to annoy you until you're finished," Dylan shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a hand to the counter you were working on. "Why couldn't Mr H just do this?"
"Jesus, Dylan, you are right next to my ear," You said flinching away. "You do not need to be so loud," Dylan mumbled a sorry, resting his hand on his hip. "Mr H won't do this because this is what we need to do as counsellors."
"No, this is what Nick is meant to do," Dylan complained much quieter this time, his breath fanning over your neck. You chuckled, putting the sandwich on a paper plate. "Okay you're done," Dylan said grabbing your hips and trying to tug you along. You gripped the counter stopping Dylan from pulling you away.
"Dylan I have two more to make," You sighed spinning around to face Dylan. He huffed, letting you go and resting both his hands on the counter. "Do you really want to leave these kids hungry?"
"No... but I would like to have the rest of my free time not doing Nick's job," Dylan pointed out.
"Well, it's not his fault Jacob's stupid prank went wrong," You reminded him, resting against the counter. Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you.
"Please, Y/N..." Dylan begged, pouting his lip out.
You held the side of his cheeks pulling his face up in line with yours. You couldn't help but let your eyes flick to his lips for a second. "No," You huffed, trying to turn back to the food.
Dylan grabbed your hips again, locking you back in place on the counter. The sudden spin made you clutch on Dylan's shirt to steady himself. Dylan looked across your face his eyes pausing on your lips this time, you couldn't help but stare at his as well. Dylan brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you close.
"Are you losers done in here?!" Kaitlyn yelled, throwing the doors open. Dylan pushed himself back and you spun around to the sandwiches you were supposed to be making. "Oh-" Dylan's face was bright red as he looked around the kitchen for something to distract himself with.
"Were, uh, almost done here," You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. Kaitlyn smiled, looking between you both.
"It's okay, I'll finish up with Dylan, Ryan needs help by the boat house cause you know... you are the swimmer," Kaitlyn explained with a sly smile. You nodded, sparing a glance at Dylan who was still red with embarrassment.
❁ Day Fifty-eight; Jealousy And Realisation
You and Ryan were cleaning up the boats after the double lesson for the final day you had with the kids
Dylan helps Kaitlyn find sticks and wood for the fire
Ryan helped you tug the final boat up the shore, you both exhausted from the campers. "God how do those kids have so much energy?" you joked, stretching your arms over your head. Ryan glanced up, watching your swimmers pull against you.
"I know, they're a little crazy," Ryan chuckled pulling his swimming trunks up a bit. "There's a few life savers in the water, if you can grab those ill stack the boats."
"Yeah, just be careful though, those things are heavy," You commented, making your way back to the water. You dove under the water from the boat ramp, tugging the lifesavers from the rocks they were tied.
You brought them back to the ramp, tossing them up. "Do you need some help?" Ryan teased, watching you try and pull yourself up.
"Don't be a dick," you said rolling your eyes. Ryan laughed and reached down, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. "Holy crap, you're strong." Ryan grabbed your waist to steady you, making sure you didn't fall.
Dylan walked from the radio shack, Kaitlyn walking next to him. "So have you talked to her?" Kaitlyn asked, picking up sticks for the camp's final bonfire.
"Who? Y/N?" Dylan asked, pulling along a large tree branch and a bundle of smaller sticks in the other.
"Uh, yeah, obviously," Kaitlyn nodded, wiping her hand on her pants. "You two seemed pretty close in the kitchen." Kaitlyn grabbed another branch, resting it between her arm and stomach.
"Well we weren't, there was nothing to be close about," Dylan sighed with a sarcastic tone. "Just drop it."
"Sorry, sorry," Kaitlyn apologised with a teasing smile. "Well, maybe you still have a chance- oh shit."
The two stopped. Dylan watches Ryan pull you from the water, grabbing you by the waist to steady you. Kaitlyn watched Dylan clench his jaw and fists, accidentally snapping the sticks. "If there wasn't a moment to be close, why are you having a moment of jealousy?" Kaitlyn pointed out.
Dylan lifted his free hand, raking it through his hair. "Oh fuck me," Dylan cursed, feeling his heart tighten and his stomach twist.
"Let's get these back to Mr H," Kaitlyn encouraged, tugging Dylan along.
"Um, I just wanted to say," Ryan started, handing you a towel as you both stepped into the boat house. "That um you're super funny and cool and you're super hot, or uh, pretty-"
"Ryan," You called, calming Ryan down. "While I accept the compliments entirely and agree with the campers that you are very attractive, I just don't see you that way." Ryan nodded with a small disappointed smile.
"Nah, Nah, I get it, but y'know, got to shoot my shot," Ryan nodded. "Plus I know you had something with Dylan."
"What?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.
"I thought you and Dylan..." Ryan trailed off, hanging his towel around his shoulders
"No, no, I mean yeah he's super smart and funny, and he's pretty cute-" You cut yourself off, sighing at how oblivious you were. "Oh fuck me, I like Dylan."
"It took you that long to figure it out?" Ryan said, laughing softy.
❁ Day Fifty-nine; Truth Or Dare, Kiss Me
Dylan's plan of truth or dare ends up in a different direction than what he was hoping for, but you will never catch him complaining
Ps, this is where the smut comes in
The moon had fully risen lighting the camp in a cool white glow. Jacob had supplied the group with beer, and watermelon and Kaitlyn had a bag of Peanut butter butter pops. You squished between Dylan and Kaitlyn, wanting the quickest access to the beer and Kaitlyn was sharing the butter pops with you.
Dylan clapped his hands, clearly bored with the conversations everyone was having. “Okay! New idea. Party game!” Dylan declared, setting his beer down. Some people groaned not wanting to stop their discussions. “Come on, people, we might never see each other again after tonight! Let’s make some memories!”
“Well, what do you have in mind?” Kaitlyn asked, holding the butter pops out for you.
“How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies,” Dylan suggested, sparing a glance your way. “Truth or Dare, but Dylan style. Okay, so house rules are, someone asks you a truth or dare. Then you choose, and then you pick the next person. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.”
"Dylan, that's normal truth or dare," You chuckled, sipping on your beer.
Dylan stuttered, his face dusting pink, "Uh, yes."
“So... we can, like, make people kiss?" Kaitlyn asked, her eyes darting around, pausing on you for a second longer.
“If they choose dare, yeah. As long as everyone consents... of course,” Dylan confirmed.
“Cool beans," Kaitlyn shrugged trying to contain her smile.
“I mean, keep it in your pants until it’s your turn, but…” Dylan teased.
“I mean, who does get to go first?" Kaitlyn asked.
"Well it's house deals, so..." Dylan trailed off looking around the fireplace. Dylan clapped his hands together, turning to the other logs. "Abigail! Truth or dare?"
"Umm," Abigail thought. "Truth"
"Really dodged a bullet huh?" Dylan questioned. "Alright. Here goes. Have you ever slept with anyone?"
"Oh, uh... I..." Abigail trailed off.
"At this camp," You clarified.
"Hey, you cant-"
"Have you ever slept with anyone at this camp?" You repeated slapping your hand over Dylan's mouth.
"Ah, no! Nope. Sorry," Abi answered, shaking her hand. You removed your hand and took a sip from your beer.
"Alright Abi, it's your turn," Dylan continued, glancing back at you quickly.
"Alright okay, um..." Abi thought for a while with encouragement from Kaitlyn but Emma lost her patience and jumped in.
"Ugh! Ding, ding, ding, too late," Emma sighed. "My turn. Ryan truth or dare?"
"Dare, gimme what you got," Ryan said enthusiastically.
"Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice."
"Can she do that?"
"I can do whatever I want," Emma dismissed. "And I dare you... To kiss... Either Dylan... or Y/N."
"Wow... I mean... I guess 'both' is off the table?" Ryan questioned trying to get past the choosing part.
"Sorry- I don't make the rules," Emma shrugged holding her hands up in defence.
"I mean you literally just did, but okay, let's do this," Ryan sat for a moment, looking at the two. "Y/N shall we?" Ryan gave you a small wink. You sighed and walked to Ryan who placed his beer down before standing up as well.
He held the side of your face shielding your face. "I'll dare Dylan to kiss you," Ryan whispered, making you smile softly. You stepped back bringing your hair back and sat beside Dylan who looked slightly disappointed.
"Y/N!" Ryan shouted excitedly.
"Wait no dude, she just went," Jacob complained throwing his hands up.
"Nope, shut up!" Emma encouraged, seeing Ryan glance between you and Dylan.
"Dare," You stated, leaning forward slightly.
"I dare you..." Ryan paused dragging out the suspense. "...To hook up with Dylan already. Who might I add you've been pining over for the past two months."
"What!?" Nick shouted, bewildered at the new information. You stood up and Ryan tossed you the keys to the lodge. Dylan looked up at you, shocked but... excited.
"Dylan," You said holding your hand out for him. "Shall we?" Dylan took your hand and tugged him up. "I give my go to Jacob!" You shouted, tugging Dylan quicker.
Dylan walked behind you, slightly stunned. "Just ah, so you know I didn't kiss Ryan, he told me he was gonna dare me to kiss you, not you know... hook up."
"Do you want to? Hook up I mean," Dylan asked as you reached the lodge.
"I mean yeah, do you?" You asked pushing the door open.
Dylan pushed you inside holding your face as he bent down to kiss you. "God yes," Dylan rasped against your lips. Dylan kicked the door closed behind him, pushing you further in until you bumped into a table.
"Really the table?" You asked, pulling back, your hands draped around his shoulders.
"It this or Mr H's bed," Dylan shrugged, still staring at your lips. You nodded and pulled yourself onto the wooden table. Dylan moved close, standing between his legs as he moved back to kiss you again.
You pulled back for a second to breathe and Dylan moved to leave marks and bites down your neck. "Fuck... Dylan," You sighed throwing your head back, your hands tugging at his hair.
"Can I take your shirt off?" Dylan asked pulling back. You slipped your arms away, hooking your finger to the bottom of your shirt and peeling it off. Dylan gave a giddy smile before diving back in to kiss you again, "Jesus Christ you're gorgeous." You smiled against his lips, running your hands down the front of his chest, to the bottom of his shirt.
You slipped your hands under the grey material, feeling across his toned torso. You tugged it up and Dylan grabbed the back, pulling it over his head and tossing it toward your discarded shirt. "Shit, fuck your pretty-" You cut yourself off, kissing down his chest.
"Is that a good thing?" Dylan asked, tilting his head back up to look at him.
"God yes," You mumbled, pulling him back to kiss you. You grabbed him through his belt loops, messily unbuckling his belt and tossing it away. You quickly kicked your shoes off as Dylan pulled back slipping your pants off. Dylan ran his hands up your thighs, his lips back on your throat. Moans slipped past your lips, very aware of Dylan's fingers drumming on your inner thigh. Dylan paused, making you look at him properly, "If you ever want to stop just say something, yeah?" You nodded, trying to pull Dylan back to you but he slid his hands along the table leaning as close as possible without touching you. "Y/N..."
"Let you know if I want you to stop," You repeated, resting a hand on his cheek.
Dylan smiled, quickly pecking your nose, "Sweet." You giggled and pulled him down to kiss you. Dylan moved his hands across your stomach, pulling the elastic of your underwear and letting it snap against your skin.
"Dylan..." You whined trying to get him to touch you. Dylan chuckled, letting his thumb run under the fabric. "Dylan please touch me."
Dylan nodded hooking his fingers under your underwear and you lifted your hips making it easier for him to pull them down. Dylan ran his fingers through your wetness, circling your clit. "Oh fuck."
You tugged at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Dylan reeled his hand back, making you whine softly. He quickly slipped his shoes off and stepped back letting you tug his pants off and he finished pulling them off completely. You tugged at his hips dragging him back to you and you pulled his boxers down enough that his dick sprung out. Dylan kissed you, small hisses and pants slipping past his lips as you pumped his cock, twisting your hand occasionally. Dylan dug his teeth into his lip trying to hold back a loud moan. "Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" Dylan chuckled, a moan taking over the end of his sentence.
You smiled, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. You tugged his boxers off completely and Dylan quickly stepped out of them, your hand never leaving his dick. You sped your hand up, sliding your thumb over his slit and Dylan's knees almost gave out. His hands shot to the table to steady himself and chuckled softly at him, kissing under his jaw and leaving a dark purple mark there.
"God if you keep doing that you're gonna make me cum," Dylan moaned, moving to hide his face in your neck, his teeth digging into his lip again You brought your other hand away from his hips, running your fingertips along the bottom of his cock and up to toy with his slit, the other hand still pumping him.
"That's kinda the point," You giggled. You kissed his shoulder as he jerked his hips into your hand. You stroked him with a faster, harder rhythm, kissing back up his neck.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dylan repeated, his thrusts chasing your hand movements. "I'm gonna cum, holy fuck! Y/N!" Dylan's hips rutted into your hand, his cum spilling into your palm. You kissed along his shoulder, using your clean hand to trace shapes on his back. Dylan pulled away from your neck, his lips red and swallow from biting them.
You gently ran your thumb across his bottom lip, before moving to his jaw and then kissing him softly. Dylan moved his hands up your thighs, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips helping him pull them down. He moved to rest on his knees, kissing up your legs.
Dylan ran two of his fingers from your slit to your clit, circling it with quick movements. "Fuckin' hell," You hissed, falling back on your hands, not missing the cocky smile Dylan gave you. Dylan slipped his fingers back down your slit, teasing you slowly. "Dylan I swear-" Dylan suddenly leant forward, taking your clit in his mouth. A hand shot to his hair, tugging it as Dylan rolled your clit against his tongue. His hand gripped your hip keeping you pressed against the table, his other slowly pushing two fingers inside you.
Moans and gasps slipped through your lips as Dylan steadily pumped his fingers into you, curling them at the knuckles making you clench around him. Dylan continued to assault your clit with his tongue, his thumb tracing circles into your hip. "Jesus, fuck me, holy- Fuck, feels so good," Your legs started to shake and Dylan pressed you harder into the wood table. "God Dylan, I'm gonna-"
Dylan moved his fingers in a beckoning motion, speeding up his movements. Dylan sucked harder on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. Your arms gave and your legs twitched as pleasure hushed through you. Dylan slowly pulled his fingers from you, working you through your orgasm.
Dylan pushed himself up, leaning over you and kissing you. His hands pressed beside your head, the other resting on your cheek. "Your so fucking gorgeous," Dylan whispered, pulling away from you ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Dylan helping you sit up. "Like god you're fucking perfect." You laughed softly, kissing Dylan again.
"Do you want to keep going-?" A shrill scream rang out, causing you both to jump slightly.
"What the fuck was that?"
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THE QUARRY MASTERLIST
JACOB CUSTOS
You get stuck with Jacob in the Hackett’s basement
Being a counsellor and dating Jacob
You think Emma likes Jacob so you back off
Jacob x platonic reader, dealing with the aftermath
Pet names
shy reader
love languages
Tall reader
KAITLYN KA
it is a lovely night at Hacketts quarry and you are a useless romantic
reader leading the werewolf away at the radio shack
Tall reader
NICK FURCILLO
childhood best friends to lovers
confession fluff
You and Nick working together well in the kitchen and developing feelings
Nick taking care of you on your period
Nick teaching you to cook
Pet names
DYLAN LENIVY (gn! pronouns used but I will absolutely not write for a female reader)
Dylan using cheesy pick-up lines to try and win you over
reuniting with Dylan years after the events of summer camp
Dylan taking an interest in your books to learn more about you
Being Dylan’s s/o and the kid's favourite counsellors
Dylan x shy nurse reader
Dylan x short reader: moving your stuff so he has to grab things for you
Reader freaking out when Dylan cuts off his hand
Dylan protecting you from wolf Emma
Pet names
What he looks for in an s/o and what dating him is like
RYAN ERZAHLER
Ryan always shows up to help when you need it
You hate being a counsellor but maybe meeting Ryan makes up for it
Secretly dating Ryan
Cooking for Ryan
Sneaking off with Ryan to listen to podcasts
Love languages
MAX BRINLY
Teaching Max to play chess
love languages
tall reader
dating him
EMMA MOUNTEBANK
Confessing to Emma by giving her a portrait and love letter
ABIGAIL BLYG
Creative writer reader and Abi swapping art pieces
LAURA KEARNEY
Love languages
CYOA: JACOB V NICK
Prologue
NICK ROUTE
Go with Nick
Truth or dare
Kiss Nick
Kissed Nick and ran off
Console Nick after kissing Jacob
Console Jacob after kissing Nick
JACOB ROUTE
Go with Jacob
Truth or dare
Kiss Jacob
Kissed Jacob and ran off by yourself
Console Jacob after kissing Nick
Console Nick after kissing Jacob
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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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