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starbandit · 8 months

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Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview: Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor.

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school.

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship.

You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her.

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!”

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know.

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining.

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories.

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?”

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible.

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture.

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted.

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly.

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right?

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors.

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin.

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready.

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight.

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out.

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.”

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan.

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached.

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed.

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!”

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other.

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids.

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.”

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.”

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already.

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening?

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows.

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers.

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you.

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick.

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet.

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you.

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered.

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over.

“Is this okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly.

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?”

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?”

“I asked first.”

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.”

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip.

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked.

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together.

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered.

“I’d be stupid to say no.”

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bobateaenthusisast · 1 year

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Full Moon ( Nick X Abi )

TW: blood,spoilers, angst??? maybe?

The full moon reminded nick of so many things.

Bad things, even.

The night he tried to consume her, said he wanted to taste her.

Which then lead him to getting pushed in the pool, and searing pain came to him like he was getting stabbed a thousand of times the moment he fell into the water.

The night he said those god-awful things to Abi, calling her "stupid" and "pathetic", things he doesn't want to say but said it anyway thanks to whatever the hell was taking over him, turning the shy, soft-spoken nerd that he was to a dangerous beng that no one wants to go near to.

The night he tried to kill her, whatever took over him, it was making him start to think that the girl he liked, no, loved, that he would be better off dead.

The night Abi had shot him, the gunshot sending Nick back to reality because of how much dakrness and mania was seeped into his head.

He then exploded which soaked the entire room, including his friends, and Abi, with his blood.

Nick was gone, there was only this monster who was ready to kill at any moment, but instead chose to run away, jumping out the window and into the woods he goes, leaving everyone appalled and being unable to comprehend what just happened.

The full moon also reminded him of someone.

Abi.

She was like a full moon to him, in his darkest nights, where it was filled with fear, loneliness, and despair, she was the source of light that gave him hope, and that theres nothing to be scared of.

Because she was with him, and he was with her.

They always have eachother.

A/N: spreading the nickabi agenda like i should 🕺🕺🕺

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starrsfics · 2 years

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Nick Furcillo NSFW audios

Warnings: Smutty sounds

Recently I have been soo obsessed with Nick so I HAD to find audios for yall. Keep in mind they do NOT sound exactly like Nick because, well, its not his actor. Regardless, PLS ENJOY! ;)

Best Friend's Little Sister

Daddy's Naughty Little Tease

Reminding You That You're Mine

Stress Relief After Work

#nick furcillo smut #nick furcillo #the quarry #the quarry smut #the quarry fanfic #nick fucillo x reader #nick furcillo x reader

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ghostradiodylan · 6 months

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Thirst Games

Kaitlyn threw up a three-finger Mockingjay salute. “May the odds be ever in our favor, you’re the gay Peeta Mellark to my Katniss Everdeen and these are The 74th Annual Thirst Games.”

“Me as Peeta kind of ruins the whole love triangle thing though, no?”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “Love triangles are tired.”

“Yeah, agreed.” Dylan nodded. They both recognized the irony here but refused to acknowledge it.

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Ryan was dutifully rinsing down the canoes outside the boathouse when he noticed a tall figure approaching out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see Dylan loping toward him from the direction of the lodge.

“Ryan, hey! I brought you something for your next campfire!” Dylan reached into his pocket and produced a small zip-top bag full of white powder. He handed it over to Ryan, who eyed it suspiciously.

“Dylan… is this cocaine?”

“Yes. Definitely. I’m giving you cocaine for the campfire with your 10 year old campers. First one’s free. That’s how I get you.”

Ryan looked at him blankly. Dylan sighed.

“It’s coffee creamer, you absolute narc. If you toss just a little in the fire, it flames up and you should get some cool sparks. It’s the magic of chemistry. The kids’ll think you’re a wizard. I thought it’d enhance the vibes for your ghost stories!”

“Oh, wow, that’s… actually really cool.” Ryan’s face broke into a grin. “Thanks Dylan!”

“Don’t mention it,” he winked roguishly, “I like you Ryan, but not enough to share my cocaine with you.”

Ryan chuckled at this but as he watched Dylan saunter away toward the radio hut, he had to admit that he really didn’t know if he was joking or not. Ryan was often sarcastic himself, but he also had a habit of taking things others said a bit too literally. He figured Dylan probably was not doing lines in the little shack where he worked over the schedules with Kaitlyn and made his announcements, although if he had been that would explain some of his more colorful broadcasting choices.

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Dylan was alone in the radio hut waiting for Kaitlyn. He had his back to the door, fully absorbed in trying, unsuccessfully, to unstick a stuck button on the ancient PA system, when he heard the door open.

“Sup Kaitlyn?” He called without looking, “you won’t believe what Ryan said today!” An unexpected warm bass voice came in response.

“What did I say?”

Dylan’s head whipped toward the source of the sound so violently that he nearly toppled out of his chair.

“Uhhh something very wise and cool, obviously,” Dylan fumbled, his hand flying to the back of his head disarmingly as he took in the handsome sailing instructor he’d just been all too ready to gossip about.

“Smooth,” was Ryan’s only reply. He was wearing one of those inscrutable smiles he seemed to favor, the ones that drove Dylan crazy, for better and for worse.

“Sorry, I was expecting Kaitlyn.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. So, what were you saying about me?” Dylan could feel heat rising in his cheeks. He felt like he’d been caught in a transgression, but Ryan didn’t sound angry or even suspicious, he merely seemed interested.

“Oh, just about you mistaking the coffee creamer for cocaine. I thought that was pretty cute.”

Why the hell had he said that last part out loud? Did he forget his Adderall again today? “I mean,” he quickly continued, “I just hope you didn’t try to snort a line or whatever. Woulda' been disappointing to get a nose full of French vanilla and no head rush.”

This seemed to put Ryan at ease. He laughed softly.

“Anyway, what brings you to my humble radio station today, sailor?” Dylan put on what he hoped was a winning smile, “what can I do you for—um—do for you?”

“I was actually thinking more about what I could do for you.”

Mysterious. Cryptic. Intriguing. Why was Ryan like this? And why did Dylan like it so much?

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“Birthday present for you,” said Ryan, “I talked to Mr. H and he finally agreed to let you guys take the van tonight since I’m going too.” Ryan pulled a set of keys from his pocket and twirled it on his index finger before tossing it to Dylan.

Dylan had to concentrate very hard to actually catch the keys hurtling toward his face, but he managed to do so and was incredibly thankful he hadn’t beefed it in front of Ryan.

“Hey, sweet, thanks dude!” Dylan was actually touched. Ryan hadn’t had to do that, but he was glad he did. Ryan thought the van was the present but Dylan wanted to tell him his presence was the only present he needed. Fuck, that was corny. Being in love made him so corny. He refrained. “I’m really glad you decided to go.”

“Sure thing. I could use a night away from the kids, honestly.”

Dylan and Ryan were grinning at each other when the door burst open again.

“Honey, I’m home!” Kaitlyn called to Dylan before noticing that Ryan was there. “Oh,” she raised an eyebrow at Dylan, “am I interrupting something?” Ryan answered her.

“I was just letting the birthday boy know I secured the wheels for this evening.”

“Oh, cool beans! Can’t wait for our wild night out clubbing in North Kill, the the city that never wakes, with three entire businesses that are open past 7 pm!”

“Hey, we’ll make our own fun,” Dylan promised her, “we always do.”

“Well, it’s almost time for rowing lessons,” said Ryan, by way of excusing himself, “see you guys when you get off tonight.”

Yeah, definitely gonna see you when I get off tonight, Dylan thought lewdly, I usually do.

“Later Ry-guy,” said Kaitlyn.

Once she was sure Ryan was out of earshot she wheeled around on Dylan.

“Oh my god, your face when I came in just now,” Kaitlyn tittered as Dylan’s cheeks went slightly pink, “Dude. You’re so whipped. You look at that boy like he’s the moon. Like you’re stoned out of your mind and he’s last bag of Cheetos on earth.”

“I knowwww,” Dylan groaned dramatically, dropping his head onto the desk, “I’m so obvious, it’s painful.”

“Well, you’re obvious and he’s oblivious so that’s an interesting combination.”

“I keep flirting with him thinking he might be flirting with me too, but it’s so hard to tell.”

“I can’t get a read on him either. Of course, I haven’t tried to flirt with him. I let men come to me. Or not. It’s whatever.”

Dylan snickered lightly at this, “I don’t think either method is getting us anywhere but, hey, may the odds be ever in our favor.”

Kaitlyn threw up a three-finger Mockingjay salute. “May the odds be ever in our favor, you’re the gay Peeta Mellark to my Katniss Everdeen and these are The 74th Annual Thirst Games.”

“Me as Peeta kind of ruins the whole love triangle thing though, no?”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “Love triangles are tired.”

“Yeah, agreed.” Dylan nodded. They both recognized the irony here but refused to acknowledge it.

“Aw, shit,” Dylan continued, “you would look hot as fuck with a bow and arrow.”

Kaitlyn gave a small bow of acknowledgement indicating that she did not disagree. “Well, if things go sideways, I’m not frosting myself like a cake,” he shot her a wicked grin, “might let Ryan do it though.”

“Oh my god!” She laughed in disbelief. “That is so wrong.”

“You’re right, if we’re sticking to the bakery metaphor, it’s really more of a glaze.”

“EW! You repulse me, Lenivy. I’m out.” Kaitlyn waved a hand dismissively and turned to leave the radio hut.

“Shut up, you love me. Hey, wait up Short Stack!”

"Catch up, Stretch," she shouted back.

Dylan scrambled after her. He did catch up pretty easily since her little legs were like half as long as his. They were heading to the boathouse for their Monday ritual of watching Ryan row across the lake in a tank top. Their ostensible purpose was to act as lifeguards in case any of the kids fell out of the rowboats, but Ryan hadn’t lost one yet so they mostly just chatted together and ogled him shamelessly in the highly flattering golden hour light.

Dylan was gazing at Ryan through a pair of binoculars, watching Ryan’s toned arms and shoulders flexing and releasing as the propelled his boat across the lake. Happy Birthday to me, he thought smugly. Of course, it would have been sexier if Ryan hadn’t had to wear that bright yellow life jacket that obscured the rest of him, or stop to shout instructions at a bunch of middle school kids through a megaphone every few strokes as they screamed and flailed and invariably dropped their paddles into the lake, but Dylan would take what he could get.

He heard someone approaching him from behind but couldn’t imagine that whoever it was could possibly be more interesting than Ryan’s biceps, so Dylan kept his eyes right where they were until he felt a hand firmly grasp his ass.

“The fuck—?“ he yelped, jumping and nearly dropping his binoculars.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” said a smooth voice in his ear. It was Nick. Dylan swatted Nick’s hand away, tsking in disapproval and kicking backward, halfheartedly, at the other boy’s shin.

“I swear, Nicholas, if you don’t stop sexually harassing me you’re gonna end up sucking my dick. And that’ll be so embarrassing for you when I get drunk off my ass and tell everyone about it at your and Abi’s wedding. Which I’ll be DJing, obviously.”

“I see no reason that I should be embarrassed by any such boyish transgressions of my bachelor days.” Nick shrugged affably, taking a long drag on the joint he’d brought to the boathouse with him and slowly releasing the smoke through his nose.

“Oh my god, get a room you two.” Kaitlyn held out her hand expectantly, her binoculars still pressed to her face and trained on Ryan. She’d smelled the weed without needing to see it. Nick passed her the spliff and she took a hit.

Dylan had no interest in getting a room with Nick. The tall, wavy-haired guy was certainly attractive enough (plus, who wouldn’t go a little weak in the knees the first time they heard that accent?) and Dylan had made a few earnest passes at him before settling on Ryan as his summer crush, but he was pretty sure Nick was straight, or at least mostly straight. He flirted with Dylan in a joking way, sometimes he even crossed the line a bit, like he had just now, but the way he looked at Abi, the deference with which he treated her, the way he got all cute and fidgety when she spoke to him, that felt more like the real deal and Dylan shipped it. He was trying his best to get Nick to make a move, but thought he was pretty hopeless. Which was maybe a little hypocritical of Dylan since he couldn’t seem to make a move on his crush either. But tonight, he thought, that could very well change.

Anyway, it hadn’t taken long for Dylan to realize he only had eyes for Ryan. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. His heart and other prime real estate was reserved for Ryan alone. His eyes however were free to wander over Nick’s bare chest and abs at the pool if they so desired, and it often turned out that they did. But Nick was a follower and no amount of abdominal definition could make up for that in Dylan’s opinion. He was pretty sure the only reason Nick kept flirting with him was that he was mirroring Dylan’s playfully flirtatious energy back at him. He did the same with Jacob, becoming a meathead obsessed with ‘getting chicks’ if they hung out one-on-one for too long.

Ryan, on the other hand, was his own person through and through. He was into the niche little things he liked, black metal, ghost stories, cryptozoology; he didn’t care who knew it or what they thought. And while they generally had a friendly repartee, Ryan challenged Dylan if he thought he was wrong and, as much as Dylan hated for anyone to think he was wrong, he admired the backbone it took for Ryan to point it out, even when he disagreed.

Nick offered the joint to Dylan, who considered it for a moment and declined. “Nah man, Ryan’s coming tonight. I gotta be straight.”

“I feel like you’d want to be anything but straight in every possible way if Ryan’s coming,” Nick chuckled.

“You know what I mean,” he brought the binoculars back up to his eyes in time to see Ryan frantically fishing yet another lost oar out of the lake, “I have to focus.”

“Are you really gonna be straight edge on your own birthday?” asked Kaitlyn, still not taking her eyes off of Ryan. “BOR-ING!”

“No way, I’ll definitely be drunk later,” Dylan assured her, smiling.

“Good,” said Nick, “because I have a handle of vodka in the walk-in with our names on it.”

“Perfection. I’ll stick with that. I just don’t wanna get paranoid around Ryan. He already puts me on edge. Plus, your stash is of a questionable strain if you ask me.”

“Hey!” Nick protested, “It is not! This is perfectly good bud, just because you were convinced that your head was physically fused to the futon last time we smoked, doesn’t mean it’s a quality issue. Didn’t happen to anyone else, did it? That’s the fault of the partaker, not the product.” Kaitlyn was giggling.

“Either way, you guys better get rid of that before Ryan gets finished with the lesson because he will FUH-REAK if he catches you smoking on the property.”

“Ugh, he’s such narc,” Kaitlyn’s eyes were obscured by the binoculars, but Dylan was pretty sure she was rolling them.

“I told him the same thing earlier. I guess we are technically supposed to be ready to jump in the lake to save someone at a moment’s notice, so, maybe he’d be justified in wanting us to not be compromised. For once,” Dylan granted.

“Yeah, well, good thing you aren’t partaking so you don’t become one with deck while one of the campers drowns.” Nick smirked. Dylan kicked him in the shin for real this time.

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Happy Thirst Games Thursday, have some pre-canon Hacketteer camaraderie.

This is a WIP inspired by Dylan's birthday being right in the middle of camp and Ryan's line about vodka bringing people together. It's either going to be a one shot posted on my AO3 or it'll get folded into Particles & Waves as a flashback, I haven't yet decided which.

I love these jerks. 💕

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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THE QUARRY REQUESTS OFFICIALLY OPEN

Choose your fighter/lover or your favorite pairing, my inbox is open and awaiting!

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Six | "Please"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Dom!reader

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : porn with no plot, maybe Jacob out of character, light bondage

*•.¸♡Paring : Jacob Custos x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Jacob decides you being in charge would be fun. He was right

*•.¸♡words : 164

Jacob's head pressed into the pillows below his head as you sped up your hips. Your hips slammed harder against his, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. "Does that feel good baby?" You asked, pausing to grind your hips together.

"Yeah! Yes-Yes!" Jacob squeaked, tugging at the binds that kept his hands to the bedpost. "I'm so close!" You picked up the pace again, riding his dick in quick hard strokes. He twitched, whimpering at the incredible feeling before you began to moan lowly with pleasure. "Oh, God! I'm gonna cum! Please!" He pleaded, yanking on the restraints.

You leant over his body, circling your hips with his. Your teeth are attached to his collarbone, marking his chest with dark purple marks.

"Cum for me then," You ordered, lifting yourself back up and slamming his dick inside you one last time. His balls contracted as he let out a low moan, calling your name before shuddering and releasing his load.

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infin1ty-garden · 28 days

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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

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"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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son-of-a-binkibonky · 2 months

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guys i haven’t hyper fixated like this in SO LONG! maybe ever?

i’m playing the game, watching other people play the game, listening to the ost from the game, listening to the songs from the game, started using tumblr to talk about the game, making fan art of the game, i’ve got sims of the characters from the game, got a world in minecraft where i’m building the entire cam from the game, tried my hand in making edits of the game, i am even writing LITERAL FAN FICTION of the game

i’ve had ig fan accounts before (not in five or so years though) but i mostly just reposted memes, or pictures of celebrities (i had original contributions, occasionally). this is on a WHOLE other level

also, lmk if you want this 80’s nick skin that i made.

if it looks like he pissed his pants it’s bc he’s scared of creepers

#thought i had lost the ability to hyper fixate after i started taking adhd meds #turns out i was just supercharging my attack #also you just lost the game #the quarry #supermassive games #hacketts quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #abigail blyg #jacob custos #nick furcillo #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #laura kearney #max brinly #the quarry fanfic

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squeebies · 2 years

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nick furcillo x gn reader [fluff]

took me a week but my second post !! now who do i do next heheeh ………

You wished your blood would wash out easier. As you trembled over a quiet stream, trying to clean the large gash in your forearm (a scratch compared to what you’ve seen happen to your fellow counselors) and the taste of blood from your mouth, all you hoped was that your blood would wash out easier. And that you’d get home, but as the night progressed that seemed to matter less and less.

Or maybe it mattered now more than ever, considering the looming arrival of daybreak. Maybe you could live to see another day. To get home.

You choked back a sob, the exhaustion and thrill of the night finally settling in. The tears in your eyes and smell of blood overwhelmed you, it was as if you could puke. You felt like you were fighting a losing game; everyone was hurt, and Nick was …

Well, nobody knew what Nick was.

Every part of you wanted to scream - to plead for someone to help you. Cuts and bruises littered your arms and legs, proof that (so far) you’ve overcome the bullshit of this night. And that you were pretty clumsy prey, but the former option made you more optimistic.

Because even when you’re caked in mud and dirt, and starting to feel a little woozy from the blood loss, you have to stay optimistic.

Optimistic that the sound you just heard - that soft ‘crunch’ of that dead branch - was a squirrel. Maybe even a bear, at least then you may have a fighting chance.

Compared to what else you found out lived in these woods.

“(Y/N) ..?” You couldn’t tell what you felt when you heard his voice: fear, maybe nausea? You whipped your head around.

Nick stood there, clad in shreds. A tree supported most of his weight, his weak form soddened from the rain and (hopefully) his own blood. He tried to catch his breath, his voice strained and scratchy, “Are - are you okay?”

You watched him defensively; his eyes were a deep brown - deeper than they were at the poolhouse, anyway. You swallowed, “I’m ok.” You shakily rose to your feet, “Are - are you-“

“I’m alright.”

You didn’t worry about whether that was a lie or not - you didn’t care. You walked over to him hesitantly, “S-Shitty night, huh?”

“… Yea,” he didn’t laugh, instead raising a trembling thumb to your cheek, “you’re caked in blood …”

If he remembered anything about what happened, you guess he would’ve apologized by now. You pulled him into a hug, “You’re worse.”

You supposed you could wait to tell him he was practically naked, or that he was the reason your arm was so mangled. You were just glad to see him human, see him as anything but that abomination that chased you through the woods.

You backed away and looked down to his hands: no claws - soft, too, as if he hadn’t been walking on them all night. That thought made your stomach weak, that he’d been through such hell and yet the first thing he did when he saw you was ask if you were okay.

You assumed he didn’t really have to worry about himself, considering the shotgun wound from Abi - as well as any other potential wounds (the one on his leg, especially) - were nowhere to be seen.

“Holy shit,” he gasped and cradled your injured arm, “Jesus, (Y/N).”

You tensed in pain, “Shit, let go. It’s okay - I mean,” you studied the injury, “I wasn’t bit. I don’t think.”

“‘Bit’?” Nick questioned, “What do you mean? What did this?” He studied your face when you couldn’t reply, “(Y/N)?”

“… You did, Nick.” You recalled the incident at the poolhouse. How he turned, and a second later disappeared through the window.

You met him later, exactly like he’d been: inhumane strength, long claws, no skin. You couldn’t tell how many of them were out there, but you could tell the one you saw was Nick.

It’s not like every strange creature at Hackett’s Quarry had a ‘Mannington’ campus shirt on. What was left of one, at least.

He stood, speechless, his expression contorting from confusion to a hurtful contemplation. He clenched his jaw, “Fuck, (Y/N) …”

He wrapped his arms around your waist - a cautious attempt at a hug. You wrapped your good arm around his neck, “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” You whispered comforts in his ear as he sobbed into your hair.

“I’m - I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he stammered out apologies, his voice a weak whisper. He shook as he held you, “Please forgive me, I’m so sorry - fuck, please.” You leaned into his touch, you hoped it told him what you couldn’t.

You weren’t sure how long it’d been - only minutes, surely - but the sun was finally rising. You watched it over Nick’s shoulder, a newfound hope igniting inside of you, “We’ll be okay, I - I promise.” It suddenly felt true. It suddenly felt like everything that happened tonight was leading up to this.

He cupped your cheek and laughed through his tears, “Is - is now a bad time to admit that you look really good?”

“All … bloody?”

“No! I’m - I’m sorry, just,” he shrugged, “in my arms, I guess …”

The danger had passed, right? You weren’t sure, but it felt like now or never as he held you. You simpered, “Well, I can get used to this.”

You both laughed quietly. He pet your hair, “Can I …” His gaze went from your eyes to your lips.

You bit your cheek, “What?”

His grip on your waist tightened. He leaned closer, “Can I kiss you ..?”

You looked into his eyes: a deep brown, “Of course.”

He closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours gently. He hesitantly pinned you against the tree, one hand on your hip and the other laced with yours. His knee pressed between your legs, his hands moving up to your waist as he kissed you deeper. When you parted he kissed your cheek.

He smiled, “Wow, you’re - that was …” He trailed off, his embarrassment evident. He pulled you back into his chest, “I’m just … wow.”

He held you tightly, the dull thumping of his heart soothing you. It reminded you he wasn’t going anywhere, you weren’t either.

You heard the police sirens distantly - just a little longer and everyone would be okay. You hoped so, at least.

“Nick?”

“Yea?”

You pulled him closer, “One more time ..?”

#the quarry #the quarry game #the quarry x reader #fanfic #imagines #the quarry nick #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x reader

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dumps-write · 2 years

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Aqua-drowned Comfort

(Part one of Summer Escapades)

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Word#: 4.4K

Synopsis: Following the silence that envelop the camp during nightfall, you had a brilliant idea of pulling Dylan (the only one awake + your favorite counselor-buddy) along to your plan of sneaking out and swimming in the lake. You didn't expect that Dylan would be in such a bad mood, so you cheered him up only for things to start getting heated.

TWs and CWs // Explicit Make-out session, Skinny Dipping, Bad Mood Dylan / Snappy Dylan, Bad Words, Reader's personality is as the same as the usual Dylan aka they're also a clown, Mentions of the campers, Other counselors are mentioned here as well, Blossoming Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Camp Crushes Mentioned, Emma and Reader are besties as well(implied), Dylan and Reader are somehow good swimmers.

A/N: A series for Dylan? Oh I couldn't have- This account was supposed to be for multiple fandoms but my Quarry imaginations has not yet burnout so.... You all have to keep up with my Dylan simp train cuz I'm like the driver of said-train. As always, please leave thoughts and stuff cuz I appreciate it alot! Oh and the hot stuff (ifykyk) would be on the part 2!

Dylan was closing up the radio hut for the night of the full moon, kids are already asleep in their cabins and other counselors are probably too. You creeped behind Dylan and tapped the tall man on the shoulder.

You felt his body jump at the sudden contact, Dylan looked back slowly and saw your face with an amused grin. “Really, dude? Shouldn't you be asleep?” he aggravates, locking the door to the radio hut before fully turning to you; a questioning look on his face, raising both his arm to his sides. “Out with it..?”

“Can't sleep, so.... how about me and you go on an adventure..? A planned one, of course.” You humbly persuaded, ignoring Dylan's unhappy tone. Your eyes wandered around the dark silent cabins and not a single peep could be heard.

Dylan raised an eyebrow at you before dryly laughing, clearly bothered by your 'plans'. “Nuh-uh, We'd both get fired definitely.” Dylan shook his head, twirling the keys to the shack in his fingers.

You looked at Dylan like he was a party pooper, that's weird, really weird. “Oh, I hear that now? Mr. H’s car is gone therefore he's not here, plus we'd only get fired if someone decides to show and tell. Come on, sneak out into the night with me, man.” Huffing as you tried to coax Dylan into carrying out a super secret mission.

“Look, dude... I have to wake up tomorrow early for my announcements. Hm... but, I'll bite, so what is this 'plan' of yours?” Dylan queried, his fingers making air quotes.

Dylan walked towards his cabin, you striding alongside him with furrowed eyebrows — getting slightly bored of Dylan. “Skinny Dipping.” you deadpanned.

Dylan looked at you with a weird expression, tripping over a rock as you let out a chuckle, catching him in the near-demise of his pretty face. “I’m going to sleep.” he gawked after thanking you for stopping his fall.

“Boo~ come on! It'll be fun, plus you seem like you're in a sour mood for some reason...” You try to convince one last time, putting on the most join-worthy face with a goofy grin.

Dylan hesitates turning on the door to his cabin and lovely bed, he looks back to you with a resigned sigh.

“Fine, BUT, I won't go full-on commando on the lake, alright?” he said, lifting a finger at you to make sure you knew he was serious; to which he rarely ever was.

A small celebratory cheer slipped out of you before you covered your mouth with your hands, looking around the place with no soul in sight to make sure no one really heard you.

“Alright, alright... I just needed someone to accompany me, that's all.. Also how'd you know I was referring to the lake, we have a pool, you know?”

“I saw a CCTV camera near the pool area, so I don't think you'd want Mr. H to see you with your dong waggling out and all.” Dylan responds, finally smiling lightly ever since the first time you approached him in the radio shack earlier. He looked at you smugly as you pulled at his hand to go down the small cabin staircase.

You gasped scandalously at Dylan's sentence before a small chuckle left your lips.

“Excuse me?! But... Fair enough, but why do you think I wouldn't want that?” you gaped with jaw drop, nodding your head in question of Dylan accusatorily, laughing lightly at the morphing of Dylan's smug face into the 'are you serious' expression.

“Don't give me that look, Mr. 'I make juice jokes about Mr. H' Lenivy.” You sassed, huffing slightly at Dylan's for-the-first-time stoic behavior.

The walk on the way to the lake was long through the dense, dark forest but Dylan kept you company and finally started to seem more like himself rather than his earlier 'Ryan-like personality'. However, you were worried at the way Dylan avoided your questions throughout the walk about his bad mood earlier. Whenever you raised that question, he managed to switch the topics to something else like an expert. It was worrying alright, you have to ask for the gossip tomorrow with Emma or get it out of him during the full-moon sneaky swim on the lake. You also brought a bag, you hid in the back of the outside of your cabin, it contained clothes, just in case your clothes or Dylan's got wet.

“Also, dude, how come you were still awake? The kids would definitely not approve of you leaving their cabins without supervision, especially not the twins.” Dylan asked, playing with the keys to the radio shack in his fingers, a relieved sigh leaving his mouth as the lake docks were visible.

“Oh my god, don't even mention them. I snuck out after putting the whiners to sleep, also, Didn't I begged you to let us switch cabins cuz my group will kill me literally before I reach a ripe age. They are devouring my sanity...” You cried, an aggrieved expression visible on your face as Dylan tried to keep himself from bursting into laughter but ultimately, failed to do so.

“Don't laugh at my suffering, you dick.” You reprimanded, clenching your fist — ready to hit this man with full force.

“Okay, okay...” He said, raising his hands up above his head in surrender.

“But sorry man, You're on your own there, my kids are not the best either but I sure as hell know that yours are a 100 percent times worse.”

“They are not! Um! The guy with the glasses, Uhm... Flinn! He's a good kid!” Scoffing at the audacity of Dylan and his ludicrous statement.

“Well, there's bound to be some good fruits among rotten ones but sorry to say, Y/N... That you have the most stinky basket of fruits.” He responds with a playful smile, but at the same time he consoled your unluckiness with his tone.

“You—! Ugh, that analogy isn't true, you know?!” You denied his words fully with a frown, his condescending grin looked very punchable right about now.

“Uh-huh, Keep telling that to yourself, it's totally bound to be factual at some point.” He sarcastically rebuked, swaying his arms as both your feet stepped on the planks of the docks, finally the cold lake breeze somehow relaxing both of you.

“Lucky Abi though, her basket of fruits has definitely the best ones.” Dylan added, taking in the breeze with a long inhale.

“I know right, Mr. H was unfair in separating them in groups, ugh.” You hissed with gritted teeth at the memory of your punishment for being late to the counselor's meeting on the first day aka he assigned the worst of the worst on you.

“Welp, we are here, Jesus christ... Let's stop talking about the brats and start swimming!” You cheered, Dylan laughing at your sheer enthusiasm and energy despite it being late at night.

You started removing pieces of clothing, starting from your top down to your underwear. As you hooked your fingers on your boxers, you stopped motions for a moment, the noticeable pair of eyes fixated on your strip tease made you freeze. “Dude, I can feel your eyes on the back of my head, some privacy.”

You looked back at Dylan with a leer, causing him to cough awkwardly before looking away. “Another man can look, it's not like you got a lot to hide anyway.” he said, rolling his eyes.

You huff out a laugh before removing your underwear completely and running toward the wooden docks’ end before diving a cannonball on the lake with a splash, a fun shout accompanying it.

“Come on, DJ! Get in here!” you said loudly, waving at him with a giddy expression.

“Yeah yeah... On my way, you... hyper-active merman..” he called out after you, going over to the edge of the dock before removing his shirt and frankly noticed your stare as your head was half-underwater with your other half plus body submerged, creating air bubbles with your mouth.

“That’s kinda creepy. Didn't you know that the bathroom waste from the island goes in there?” He explains, removing his pants before going in carefully with still his underwear on. Dylan's body shivered at the icy feeling of the water, being careful of ruining and wetting his hair.

“Gross.” you immediately straightened your body at Dylan's words of wisdom.

He chortles before swimming over to you as you were now face-to-face with the renowned DJ of the camp.

“Also, boooo! You should've removed all of it!” you jeered, giving Dylan two thumbs down to which Dylan responds with a roll of the eyes. “I told you earlier.” And now it was your turn to roll your own eyes.

“Nothing wrong with two guys fully naked on the lake, pussy.” you taunted him with a playful look, to which he gasped and dismissed with a disapproving exhale.

“Not every person is the same, you know?” he snapped, to which you furrowed your eyebrows out and looked at him in solemn apology.

“Sorry, sorry.. dude, what's up anyway? Spill, why are you upset?” you respond with both an apology and question causing Dylan to ignore the question and just nodded, “It’s fine.” he mumbled out, swimming away as your curiosity peaked at his abnormal and unusual behavior.

You grab him by the arm, causing the man's body to jolt and looking at you, confused. “No, I'm serious, Dylan. What's going on?” you said firmly, not letting this one go as you were not only curious but also extremely worried for Dylan.

“It’s nothing, just mood swings. Alright? Just let it go.” he responds, uttering it silently —barely to be heard as tried to shake your hand off of him, causing some small splashes of water

“No, you're not usually like this and mood swings are not a reason and you know it.” you were not buying his half-assed explanation as much as you wanted to mind your business, you just couldn't.

Dylan stayed silent, glancing at you hesitantly.

“Is it because... I invited you here..?” You said cautiously, your throat swallowing the horrible feeling creeping up your spine, the last thing you'd want is for Dylan to hate you. Your grip on his arm slowly loosening at the gloomy feeling. At some point, you thought all of the counselors hated you, well except Dylan who you get to make jokes and laugh with. His blasè-ness rubbing off of you as days pass by.

“No, No! God, no, it's not you.” Dylan chided, sighing in forfeit as he peeped at you in embarrassment. Dylan reached and squeezed your hand underwater.

“Just... I saw my summer crush, getting chummy with one of the other counselors.” He confessed awkwardly, his face tinting in red at what he just admitted. He bit his cheek as he waited for your much-needed response.

“Oh.” Was all you could mutter though as you released a long exhaled breath that you didn't know, you were holding.

You wanted to laugh at your earlier presumption but the air was a bit tense for you to do so. “Well, whoever they are, they're clearly missing out on a lot of things.” You said with a small chuckle scanning Dylan's face and the upper part of his torso which was visible thanks to the moonlight.

“Thanks, means a lot man.” He blurted, smiling awfully wide to himself.

You drag him by the hands harshly, surprising him and causing him to suddenly scream in the most high-pitched tone you could imagine, the sound of your loud-ass laugh echoing in the air as you pulled him towards the middle of the lake which he protested slightly before agreeing. His sulking face earlier was fully vaporized into nothing as his normal and usual goofy smile was back now.

You and Dylan were now underneath the docks, back against the wall as you both were tired from splashing and swimming around. His mood seemed to improve quickly.

So now, you are now having 1-on-1 conversation with Dylan again instead of playing around the water earlier. “So who's this summer crush?” You asked curiously, thinking of all the possibilities. Truth be told, you don't even know if Dylan likes men or women.

“Nope, not happening. What about you? I have a strong feeling that it's Mr. H~ At this point, you should ask for his number.” Dismissing the question entirely and started to tease you as he curled his eyebrows at you.

You stared at him with daggers for eyes.

“Kidding~ but I feel like if you did have a crush, Hm... Let me see... It would be Emma and like you always talk with her and— sometimes it looks more like you're his boyfriend rather than you-know-who.” Trying to expose your secret feelings harbored for one of the counselors for with his detective smarty skills.

“Emma, really? That's your take? She has a himbo for a boyfriend already.” Rolling your eyes at Dylan's take on your nonexistent love interest.

“Is that you admitting that you're a himbo? Plus nothing wrong with being interested with someone in a relationship, well, as long as you don't try and ruin it. See, forbidden love and all.” He exclaimed, a soft laugh following right after his words.

“Dick.” You croaked, ignoring his words and criticizing his terrible "cupid" know-hows.

“Love is not my fortè but..! My love detector is detecting beep beep... It say it's Emma, basically.” He finalized his answer with a smug expression, treating it as some kind of who wants to be a millionaire game. You scowl at him as he laughed to himself loudly. “You were the one who wanted to get me out of my bad mood, so now you have to deal with this dirtbag!”

“It's not Emma, or any of the counselors or anybody in general.” You certified seriously, moving closer to Dylan as your shoulder made contact with his.

“Okay, maybe now I should regret it. Like dude, you were like Ryan 2.0 but much more snappy.” you groaned out, taking a deep breath of midnight air. It was getting late.

Dylan huffed at the mention of Ryan’s name and poked you on the waist, “Mr.... Mounte... bank” He teased, trying not to cackle as he tilts his head side to side with each syllable.

Dylan looked at you with a cheeky grin as you smiled to yourself at his antics. “Oh my god, stop.” you laughed at the way he phrased it, nudging him with your elbow on the side as the atmosphere was filled with laughter as your eyes wandered upwards then the ambience suddenly came to a silent halt with Dylan and you just relaxing.

You look at the sky with a cheesy grin, “You know, what if I say something cliché, like moon's pretty but you're pret—” You stopped your words to avert your eyes to the silent guy.

Turning your head towards him — Dylan staring at you with a blank expression as if the cogs of his brain was turning. “Hello? Anybody home?” You were about to wave in his face in confusion of his stasis before you felt a sudden force shove you into the wall of the docks. “Ow—!”

As you were rammed suddenly, you felt something soft against your lips till you finally blink out of the confused state to find Dylan.

Dylan was the one who pushed you and now is kissing you with closed eyes, Dylan's hands on the side of your face as Dylan brushed out some hair strands on your forehead as he sensually kissed you.

He pulled away to look into your shocked eyes, blinking eyes.

“Sorry..” he mutters shortly, a look of embarrassment on his eyes.

You find yourself suddenly wrapping your hands around Dylan's neck and reconnecting your mouths, as Dylan shoved you into the wall impossibly further. He felt surprised, giddy and excited as his hands wandered down to your bare hips submerged in water. You were busy tasting his mouth for you to notice as your other hand moved up to his hair, despite it being drenched in water.

His lips tasted a bit weird due to the water but it didn't phase you one bit as you made out with Dylan under the shadow of the docks. A feeling of fire igniting just right below your belly as the clash of lips got more intense. Not a single word was uttered and the moonlight shining below you like a spotlight. The tension between the two of you was suffocating but the sound of water slightly splashing — drowned out the heavy mingling breaths that was drifting into the night air.

Your hand rested on the front of Dylan's underwear, he didn't seem to mind it but you kept it there just to make sure you weren't going too far.

However Dylan's frisky hands had other plans as he cupped your bare butt against the wall as his tongue started to push against the crack of your lips.

It all became a mess of saliva and tongue in just a few seconds, you couldn't pull away as does he.

Somehow Dylan manages to keep you both afloat the water.

You feel Dylan hiking your legs to wrap around his waist underwater — suddenly biting your lips when your semi-hard dick rested against his stomach.

Dylan pulled away from devouring your lips and looked at your eyes for your reaction but you tried to catch your breath first. “Wow... That was..” you exasperatedly mutter under your breath.

“Good?” he responds with a flushed face, resting his forehead against yours as you both tried to catch your breaths from the abrupt yet intense make-out session that you and Dylan definitely didn't expect to happen but still continued.

“Yeah... And that was gay of you..” you breathed out with tinted smile, face still a bit warm from the shuddering experience.

“I think you kissing back was gayer.” He responded with a long laugh that made his eyes twinkle beneath the bed of stars in the night sky.

“Well, let's get out of the water, first, Romeo.” You instructed, winking at him as you swam over to the edge of the dock with Dylan just right behind you.

The wide smile on Dylan's face made butterflies appear on your stomach, it was a nice... feeling.

You hoisted yourself up on the dock with a groan, completely forgetting you were naked from the waist down. “Nice ass, man!” Dylan whistled from the water with a series of laughter.

“Shut up!” you grunt out as you run over to your bag immediately and wrap a towel around your waist, sitting down in one of the chairs. Dylan already rose up from the lake too, damping his hair after you threw him a towel also.

Dylan sat right next to you and found you just staring into the dark lake with the only remaining light are the array of stars and the big white cratered dot on top of the sky, which made the vibe all silent and deafening.

“Okay, now, the elephant in the room.” you point out and clapped your hands together for the discussion causing Dylan to giggle like a high school girl causing you to look at him with one raised eyebrow. This man is driving you crazy, both mentally and physically.

“What was that?” you asked, straight to the point.

“I may or may not have found you too handsome and pretty at the moment and I wanted to make out with you.” He said with a tone that you couldn't define if it was a joking type or a serious one.

“Dylan... The truth, please.” you whisper in a way that made you look too vulnerable, it looked like all the hidden, ignored feelings you had for him in quote 'a while' was about to just pop a bottle open that should be kept in its box.

“I like you. In a gay type of way.” he mutters seriously looking at you before you started to burst into laughter at the way you said it.

“T-That's...." Your voice wavers for a bit, laughing lightly the cold air making your skin crawl as you now lay your head on Dylan’s shoulder. The dim lights lit the surrounding barely but the comfort of Dylan's presence made you feel safe.

“Was I your summer crush then? I didn't get all chummy with anyone, though.” You said matter-of-factly, tone calming when Dylan snaked his arm around your shoulders. The dripping sound of water from your soaked bodies on the ground made you relax against the tall guy, the atmosphere set as you just stared at the white circle of a moon.

“Nope. Doesn't really matter who it was though.” he responds simply,

“Oh? okay...” You wanted to say more about the particular topic but kept your prying mouth away instead.

“We'd better get back, someone will probably tell on us if they find us missing.” You mumbled against Dylan's neck as the romantic setting was making your head feel a bit light. This feeling of your heart drumming against your chest? You yearned to chase it.

“I mean, if you want us to wake up to the kids teasing either of us because of the wet sheets that we'll probably have when we go to sleep like a wet baby duck, then.... I am definitely all for it.” Dylan quips with a comical, witty tone. Nudging your head teasingly as he looked towards his shoulder to find you staring at him with your chin laying against his joint.

You snort at his words, rolling your eyes at him. “Okay then, smartass. What's your plan for the night?” You asked, an arrogant look on your face.

“Well, let's sit here for a bit until we get all dry and cozy.” He recommends, smiling at you and ignoring your directed condescending look towards him.

Dylan's hand on your bare waist started to rub circles against your skin causing a momentary of sheepishness to slip on your expression.

“Oh my, the short-tempered counselor is getting all sappy.” Dylan pipes dramatically, causing you to groan at his words elbowing his side before grabbing Dylan's towel skillfully ripping it off his body, leaving him once again in his boxers causing him to gasp at the glacial air hitting his lower regions.

You started to run away from the man in a fit of giggles, his towel on your hand and your other hand gripping your own so as to not go butt-naked in the heat of the fun.

“Hey! Man..! Hey! Ow! Get back here!” Dylan starts to chase you in his underwear, accidentally hitting his head something as he stands up.

Sadly, the moment was cut short as Dylan managed to catch up to you, pulling you down to the wooden ground with him. He snatches the towel on your hand and pins you in place.

You struggle to no avail against him as you were still laughing despite Dylan's funnily serious expression.

“Okay, okay... I give up.” You said with a light-hearted chuckle. Dylan's grip isn't loosening one bit though.

“How about revenge, Mr. Thief?” Dylan was snickering evilly as he straddled you against the ground, hooking his finger around your towel — loosening the grip it has on your waist, to which you looked at him with panicked eyes

“H-Hey! Uh— Unless you wanna see my dick, I suggest you don't do that.” You prattled, a nervous laugh accompanying your words.

“Who said that I don't want to?” He whispers seductively when he leaned down against your ears.

“H-Heh.. Hah.. Hardy har har, Dyl..” you tried to sound the least bit humorous, but the apparent quiver on your voice was not very well-hidden.

Dylan got off you with a victorious smile, an overbearing expresion visible on his face. “You owe me one~” He jests, causing you to roll your eyes at him as you stand back up with a wry of amusement curdling your lips.

You dismissed what he said with a huff of disbelief, dusting off your towel as you secured it back on because Dylan made it hang awkwardly. “That was already payback though, you shoved your tongue down my throat earlier, remember?” You mused, walking over him as you hit him in the middle of his chest.

He looks at you quizzically, raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh no no no, you kissed back therefore you wanted it as well.” He reminds you, sticking his tongue out at you. Dylan wrapped his towel around his waist again as he winked at you alluringly as he walked towards the road on the wrong way.

“Wrong way, idiot. The camp's over here!” You pointed out, a chortle slipping out of you.

“Plus I'm not dry yet!” You added as Dylan started to walk to the other direction with sass.

“You're on your own~! My bed is awaiting the great ol' Dyl. And my job starts early~!” He replies with a wave of the hand and with that he's gone, the guy doesn't even know the direction to anywhere so what's the point.

You look at Dylan's discarded shirt and pants with a grunt and a conceded look on your face,

After collecting every single clothing and the radio shack key that he somehow forgot, a tired sigh slipped out of your lips. Not only does a guy suddenly make-out with you and you do it back, he also left you alone in the dark. You still wonder if it is Dylan experimenting or what, you couldn't read the guy like an open book, he has a sharp tongue for jokes and a silly, goofy behavior. On the contrary, you can barely tell if he's serious or if he's doing things for his own amusement. Sure, he has his moments of weakness when he's feeling shy or overwhelmed at times but a bitter taste is still left from your mouth from the event earlier: Is he just fucking around with you, or if he is actually serious about all of this? You'd beat yourself up to sleep, maybe not even go to sleep at all because of this but then, you have duties tomorrow at dawn as well...

“Is this a good idea?” you mumble to yourself, clutching the bag of clothes, dropping the radio shack keys into it in a bit. It felt like an anvil had just dropped itself on your shoulder and your heart somewhat sinks at your collective thoughts.

Hopefully morning duties won't be awkward at all.

Hopefully.

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iamsuperbi · 11 months

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Final chapter of my Until Dawn AU fic is posted!! Finally finished after many, MANY delays T-T

Here’s the link to the fic! Any additional bonus chapters MAY come, but for now, it is DONE! Adieu, my friends!

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starrsfics · 2 years

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hiya! could i please request nick furcillo smut with afab reader (she/her)? the only specific kink i have in mind is dom!nick, and maybe if you’re ok with it, no reader orgasm? i personally find it hard to cum ever lol and every fic i read has like 383737 reader orgasms eeee 🙈 tia!!!

hiya! of course i can! please enjoy this it took some time because i wanted to get it perfect as this is my first request! btw tysm for requesting! <3 Sorry it is a bit short but I tried my best!

My little cumdump.

dom!nick furcillo x afab!reader

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) porn with no plot, breeding kink (if u squint), oral (male recieving), name calling (princess), rough sex, hair pulling, no reader orgasm but nick finishes twice lol, probably ooc nick.

675 words.

You don't know how it got to this. Your lips wrapped around Nick's hard cock, his hand tangled into your hair and your fingers desperately rubbing your clit through your panties. It started with just watching a movie together that neither of you were actually paying attention to. "Fuckk (y/n), such a good girl, letting her daddy fuck her throat, hm?" He forced your head down on his aching cock with the hand in your hair. Such force made you choke. The clenching of your throat around him made him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Sorry princess, but you know daddy has his needs, right?"

He looked down at you as your plump lips wrapped so perfectly around his length. He couldn't help but let out a moan at the sight of this. "God you look so fucking perfect with your lips wrapped around my cock. You love taking me in your mouth, don't you princess?" You moan on his dick, vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close. You swirled your tongue rapidly around him and with one final thrust, his seed spilled into the back of your throat. You took his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop and his cock sprang back onto his stomach. He tsks wiping the dripping cum from the sides of your mouth. "Such a waste of my cum, (y/n)." You swallowed however much of the cum you had left in your mouth with a loud gulp.

He smirks, "Good girl. Now let me fuck your pretty hole."

Nick flipped you over so you were in doggy. He pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his head up and down your slit. "How much do you want this baby? Let me hear you say how much you want me to fuck your pretty cunt." he says as you look behind at him. "Please... please let me make you feel good. I want to be your cumdump." That was all it took for nick to push himself into you completely. You whimpered at the sudden action and Nick started to thrust slowly making sure you adjust to his length before pounding into you. The sound of his hips crashing against your ass filled the room.

"Fuck N-Nick.. you feel so good!" you moaned out. He pulled your head back to look at him with your hair and you bit your lip. "God, you are such a mess for me, aren't you?" he smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. His lips smashed onto yours and his kisses were full of lust. You moaned into it and he bit your bottom lip. You arched you back more to give him better entrance. "God, Nick right t-there! Please!" You whined as he brushed against your g-spot. He began abusing that same spot over and over again. "Mm, did I find my princess' spot?" he chuckled and both his hands fell to your hips. "N-Nick!" The sound of your name coming out of his mouth made him impossibly harder and he destroyed your cervix with more vigorous thrusts. You contracted yourself around his cock and you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck baby if you do that I won't be able to hold back any longer." he said, hands tightening around your waist.

"Please.. Please cum inside.."

And just like that, he completely let go. His thrusts became animalistic and it felt way to good for him not to cum. You moaned so loud, you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard you. "Good girl, let everyone hear how good I make you feel." Suddenly, his thrusts were slower and sloppier. His vision darkened and his heart was beating incredibly fast. "J-just a little m-more." He grunted chasing his release. He shuddered thrusting into you one last time before finally painting your velvety insides white with a long sigh. He pulled out watching his cum flowing out of your hole.

"Such a pretty girl.. I guess you are my cumdump."

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ghostradiodylan · 5 months

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I reserve the right as author/god to totally not listen to this poll, but I have a bit of a side plot that I can use some underutilized characters in. Using them all would be kind of unwieldy but possible. 🤔

I wish I could use Abi and/or Jacob but it’s former weres only (other than Dylan, who will be ghostbossing) and Jacob doesn’t transform in this canon. (I could retcon this but Jacob would likely not be very effective in this scenario now that I’m thinking of it.)

Leaning toward Nick and Max to kind of fix-it their lack of screen time but Emma and Laura would be interesting in the scenario I have in mind too. Feel free to lobby for your choice in the comments or my ask box!

[edit: I was going to include pairs but changed my mind but now I can’t edit the poll so disregard that in the title!]

[edit 2: I should add that these characters will be aware that Ghost!Dylan is with them. Think who you’d want to Scooby Gang on an undercover mission for exposition.]

[edit 3: the engagement you get on polls around here is so damn funny, I love it. Love to see the enthusiasm for third wheeling Ghost!Dylan. I’m into it. I may have Emma and Nick pose as a couple and have Dylan fifth wheel, even.]

[edit 4: I guess I should be plugging my writing for when everyone hilariously gets notified that this poll ends so definitely check out what future third or fifth wheel teenage angst ghost Dylan is up to here if you’re into that sort of thing!]

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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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Hey! I have a request, could you write something with M!reader being Jacob's bi awakening?

Oh hell yes I can, dear Anon 😌 Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Jacob Custos x Reader (Male) [The Quarry]

Warnings: Sexually Confused Jacob Custos (this man needs a warning no matter the scenario and I love that for him)

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Jacob Custos is chaos

If chaos were adorable, wore a snapback and walked on two legs

He's also Oblivious - capital O

He tries his best though, I swear he does

And that applies to everything in his life

Feelings included

That being said, it's safe to say this manchild spent many all-nighters trying to figure out those aforementioned feelings

Like why his hands would become just a tad less steady or competent with you around

Or how he damn near forgot how to breathe when you swept the cap off his head and put it atop your own

Jacob is not afraid to admit a fellow guy is easy on the eyes

Hell, he's called you hot to your face

But never has that made him pale in the face like it did with you

And the smile you gave him in return?

Dude, are you trying to kill the poor guy?!

If yes, let me tell you - you almost did

On several occasions, that is

But especially that night you two stayed behind to clean up after everyone left the bonfire

That night when you took his breath away with one teasingly spoken:

"If you wanna kiss me, just do it, Jakey."

I don't know who was more surprised

Him, for your upfront remark

Or you, because he actually did

In conclusion, Jacob Custos is equally a simp for girls and guys

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Five | "Make Me Feel Good|

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Blindfolded

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : porn with no plot, blindfold, bondage, sub!Max, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy)

*•.¸♡Paring : Max Brinly x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Max + Blindfold.

I hate write summary's

*•.¸♡words : 199

Max breathed through his nose, trying to focus on you. You had covered his eyes and tied his hands to the bed. He could feel your hands drag down his chest, your lips against his neck, your hips grinding against his cock.

"Y/N," Max breathed trying to thrust his hips deeper inside you. "Go faster- please!" You chuckled softly as your hips sped up. Max threw his head up, the pleasure starting to become too much to handle. "Deeper-"

"Tch," Your lips pressed to his collarbone before your fingers dragged up to the blindfold. "Do you feel everything angel?". You emphases your words and your fingertip dragged across his bottom lip.

You sped up your hips as your high washed over. You hummed in pleasure as Max's body tensed, the little white pellets emerging from his body. "That's it," You moaned softly. "Make me feel you." You panted softly as your body trembled in the aftermath of pleasure.

"Yes! Ahhh, yeah!" Max tugged at the binds around his writs as his hips stuttered, trying to keep up with your hips. "Y/N, 'm gonna cum!" Max panted, his voice squeaking slightly. Max groaned loudly as he came inside of you.

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hyperfigations · 2 years

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Male!Reader struggling to get his laptop turned on to work on a project, Dylan notices them struggling and finally reveals his actual interest to the reader and fixes their problem, resulting in reader being happy to get to know the actual dylan

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭😭 getting back into writting is so hard. And getting back to being good at writing is even harder. This isn't my greatest piece LMAO but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Technowizard

(Dylan x M!Reader)

Summary: Dylan lets Reader get to know him better.

Words: 1,452

TW: None

It was kind of funny, the way he looked at you. His face was twisted in confusion which quickly turned into a playful annoyance. If it wasn’t for your urgency to get your crap done, you would have started teasing him about his “kicked puppy” look.

“Mr.H let you keep your laptop?” He groans.Your lips pursed whilst exhaling slowly.

“Only for like an hour, Dylan,” You roll your eyes. “He’s just letting me finish this stupid college application.”

“That is so lame,”

“Dylan,” You sigh. “Is that a yes or no?”

“For what?”

“Dylan!”

“OHHHHHH, about using the station? Um, yeah, you can but on one condition.”

You give him a look, one that could kill, but he returned it back. The clock was ticking and all you want to do was to get this shit done so you could go back to your job.

“I gotta keep an eye on you. Ya know, can’t trust anyone after the Jacob Incident,” Dylan shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoff out a dry chuckle, remembering a few weeks before when Jake lost a bet with Nick and it ended with him breaking into the station and 2 PA speakers blown. Poor Dylan spent nearly every early morning trying to get those speakers up and running again. “Never again,” He had claimed after fixing up the last speaker.

Ever since, Dylan was way overprotective of the radio station. He wouldn’t even let Jacob even glance its way.

“Ugh, Jake ruins everything,” You grumble grumpily. Dylan smirks slightly, gently pushing you with his elbow.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like… ‘babysitting’ you. Think of it as us hanging out but Im like watching your every move making sure you don’t mess anything up,”

You blink at your fellow counselor, staring at him.

“Fine. But you can’t distract me, I really have to get this thing done,”

“Yeah, I am known for being incredibly distracting,” He winks at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, shaking your head.

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The radio hut was honestly one of the more peaceful places at camp. Secluded and silent, away from all the screaming campers. Even though this is only your second time in there, you noticed a considerable difference from your first. You couldn’t help but remember how garbage this place looked before. Wood planks, trash scattered all over the ground and it was splinter city. When Dylan and you first scouted out the station, you had been pulling splinters out of your fingers for days. After the first time, you vowed never to step back in there but it wasn’t so bad now. Dylan put all his love into it. And it definitely paid off. It looked a hell of a lot better than it did before.

“Damn, Dylan. Nice job,” You complemented, looking around in approval. Dylan looked a little shocked by your comment, but a bashful smile creeped up on his lips. He looked down, his shoulders going up slightly.

“Y-yeah, thanks. It was nothing. Just cleaned it up a bit,”

“Since when were you ever humble? It looks great.”

Dylan smiles even wider. You sit down on the chair in front of the radio, placing your laptop on the wooden table. A sigh escaped your lips as you opened it up. Dylan makes himself comfortable by leaning on the table facing you. His head tilted ever so slightly as he looks over you curiously. You could feel his eyes on you, but you decided to ignore it. You really need to get this thing finished, and you probably only had 45 minutes left to do so.

“So what college-”

“Dylannn, I said you couldn’t distract me.” You huff.

Dylan barks out a laugh, “Sorry.”

The computer lit up with the start-up screen, playing a small little jingle to let you know it's awake. Although your computer wasn’t exactly ‘a new model’ it had always done the job. Sure, it took a little slow to get to where you wanted it to go, but it was a small price to pay for a cheap laptop. Except this time… the start-up screen wasn’t budging. Your lips curve downward as you stare at the screen. Your fingers drift over the keyboard, pressing every button you think would help to make it go faster. Alas, nothing was working. “What the fuck-” you mumbled below your breath.

In the corner of your eyes, you catch Dylan trying to chuckle quietly to himself. You glare at him, “What.”

“I’m sorry but the 90s called and they want their computer back, man,” He laughs.

“Would you shut up, I’m trying to get this working, jerk,”

“You’re never gonna get it to work by just button mashing,”

Your face scrunched up in aggravation as you pushed away from the computer in Dylan’s rolling chair, gesturing toward your computer. “Fine. If you’re suuuccch an expert, why don’t you do it.”

Dylan looks at you, then the computer. He shrugs slightly and puts himself imbetween. The hut was caught in silence. Nothing to be heard except the outdoors, the clacking of your keyboard and the low humming of Dylan as he concentrated. You watch him from the back but curiosity began to take over. You roll the chair to the left to get a view of the screen. You expect your computer to still be stuck in its limbo but it… was already fixed? It was on your homescreen!

Dylan glances behind himself and gives you the most cocky look you’ve ever seen. The smirk on his face was confident and lop-sided. You were completely speechless. It took him, what? Maybe like 2 minutes to fix your computer.

“Um… what the fuck just happened,” You finally got out.

Dylan smiles proudly at you, “Just my techno magic, are you impressed?”

You were. You were incredibly impressed.

"No."

A lie. A bald faced lie.

He knew you were lying because his smile grew wider. More cocky.

"Okay, I'll bite," You sigh. "How did you know how to fix it?"

Dylan rolls his eyes ever so slightly, chuckling. "I fixed up the Hut and I fixed the PA speakers. This computer was nothing,"

"Dylan. I mean, how did you like… do all that though."

He looks at you, a little shocked. No one really was interested in "the how" he does what he does. He just… does. That's all anyone needs to know. But you wanted to know more. His heart began to speed up at this thought.

"Oh. Um… well," Dylan says, turning around back to your computer. So he didn't have to look you in the eyes. It was as if he was embarrassed. You stood up from the rolly chair, sauntering over to where he was to get a better view of him. Dylan's eyes avert you at all costs, making you frown just a little.

"I mean, I've always kind of.. been into it, I guess?"

"So, you wanna go into techie stuff in the future?"

You stare at him, all ears, as if telling him to continue. Dylan sighs and hesitantly goes on, "Tech is like great and all but I dont know… I guess I kind of want to go into…"

Your whole body wiggles in anticipation, making Dylan's awkward frown become an amused smirk.

"Quantum Phsyics. Or whatever…"

The silence was completely loud. The chirps of the birds keeping it from being completely quiet. Dylan takes a peak at your expression, which is in total shock.

"Yeah, I know it's kinda dum-"

"DUMB?!" You interrupt. "THAT QUITE LITERALLY IS THE OPPOSITE OF DUMB."

"Yeah but-"

"DYLAN!!!"

Dylan becomes a little surprised when you tippy toe up to throw your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.

"That's so amazing man!"

He stares down into your eyes for just a second longer than he had intended to, butterflies swirling in his tummy.

"You think so?"

"Dude, that's literally the coolest thing! Im like dead ass being serious."

"Haha," Dylan chuckles, suddenly feeling extremely small.

He falls quiet, staring at his feet.

"...Dyl?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to hide who you are with me, you know that right?"

"........yeah."

You cared. You actually cared enough to ask. Even better, you didn't shy away from him? Even when he showed his Dylan Dylan side. Oh god… he feels his palms became sweaty, his heart was racing at the speed of light.

In that moment, he realized, he liked you. He really, really liked you.

He always flirted of course but this was it. This was the period of an already written sentence. Dylan liked you so, so much.

"U-um, anyways, you should get that application done… right?"

"OH SHIT, YEAH!"

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