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biggestxsimps · 1 year
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could you do the quarry guys reacting to reader getting attacked by werewolves? can you also make it angsty, thank u!
A/N: ofc, thanks for the request! I tried to make it angsty, idk if I did it right though. Also I know it’s been a while since we’ve posted, we’ve both been caught up with our lives. After this, I hope to be able to post a little more frequently. Thank you for your patience!
Please be aware this fic contains: Mentions of blood, gore, violence and spoilers. 
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Ryan Erzahler:
He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.
But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.
You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.
That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.
The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.
“I’ve been better.” He muttered.
Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.
You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.
Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.
Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.
Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.
Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.
Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.
He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.
He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.
Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.
He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.
“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”
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Dylan Lenivy:
Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.
The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.
As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.
“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.
“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.
You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.
You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.
You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.
“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.
Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.
You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.
“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.
Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.
Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.
He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.
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Jacob Custos:
(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)
You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.
You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.
It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.
You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.
He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.
“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.
“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”
“What do you-” “Stop it!”
You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.
His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman. 
You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.
You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side. 
The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.
He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.
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Nick Furcillo:
You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.
Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.
You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.
You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.
You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.
You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.
“Over here!” You call back. 
He pants as he stops in front of you.
“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.
“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.
You look his way at the sound of the steps.
Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.
You both move closer before-
“HGGRRR”
Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure. 
“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.
You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.
You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.
You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach. 
Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.
Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.
You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you. 
You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.
You were so close.
Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt. 
“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.
The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears. 
He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.
Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.
“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.
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A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep. 
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luvliewriting · 2 years
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❦Cuddles with Quarry❦
Imagine: Imagining cuddling with the Quarry characters
Pronouns: she/her (only really for the gifs tho)
Note: Is this just an excuse to look at cuddling gifs because I'm sad and touch starved? Maybe
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Dylan Lenivy
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He's a lot more playful when it comes to cuddling. Sure when time calls for it, he will just hold you and play with your hair. But most of the time, your cuddle sessions are just full of giggling and playful batter. Tickling each other, pinning games (that he most of the time wins but he lets you win sometimes), hiding his face in the crook of your neck leaving kisses. Overall he's just a playful guy.
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Abi Blyg
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You're like her personal pillow, especially if she gets anxious letting her just lay on you and doodle on you. Though when she just feels touch starved she just wants to crawl up on you and slip away with your hands running up and down her back and kisses to her head
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Emma Mountebank
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BOY IS THIS GIRL CUDDLY! Like even if you're just doing something simple like making dinner, she will come up behind you and cuddle you. Her online fans love you two and she will frecuantly take pictures of you two while you're cuddling and post them for her fans. She loves to kiss your head as well while you two are wrapped up under your blankets like a pretzel
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Jacob Custos
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Jacob is just so sweet, he’s one-hundred percent a big spoon, it comforts him to know that he’s able to make you feel safe and loved just by having you in his arms. It’s even better when the cuddles come from after a workout. Having to watch you sit on the couch while he works out and not be able to go over to cuddle you, so when he finishes, be aware he won’t let go of you for quite sometime
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Kaitlyn Ka
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Kaitlyn isn't much of a cuddler, not much of a toucher even. But she loves to just lay in bed with you sometimes, she might play with your hair a little or nuzzle your shoulder. While being very hands off in your relationship, if you really need her to cuddle you she will wrap you up in her arms and hold you and never let go
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Nick Furcillo
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He’d crush you! Like no really, mention even just a hug and he’d find some way to make it cuddling just to crush you, not that you minded actually. He isn’t too heavy so it’s not like he suffocates you, and sometimes it’s nice to just have him so close to you.
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Ryan Erzahler
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This boy secretly loves to be the little spoon, just getting to have your arms around him and your head against his back. Of course, Ryan will jump up at the mention of you wanting to be the little spoon, he loves to make you feel safe and protected by him. But at the same time, the man just wants to be held.
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Laura Kearney
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Like Kaitlyn, she isn't very touchy. But when it comes to cuddling, she loves to have your head in her lap while she just runs your nails up and down your arms or in your hair. She likes having you close without being too close, not that she doesn't like you, she loves you, she's just not very used to physical touch
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Max Brinley
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The dude was definitely the little spoon in the first few weeks of your relationship but he’s slowly got more comfortable with being the big spoon, you barely remember the last time you were the big spoon. He just likes to play with your hair or watch you sleep, not to be a creep but more just to know you’re at peace in his arms
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Travis Hackett
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As much as Travis loves to have you in his arms, he equally loves getting to lay his head on your chest and just listen to your breathing. Especially if he’s just had a stressful day or been working for hours, just getting to lay on your chest while you talk about anything that comes to mind, your hands in his hair, he completely melts in your touch
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Thanks for reading and don't forget to like and maybe reblog as it really does help me out
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plastikun · 1 year
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— BABY, ITS HALLOWEEN, THE QUARRY
[ the quarry + reader ]
halloween is coming up! what is everyone going as and what are they doing this fine hallows eve? including: emma, abi, nick, jacob, ryan, dylan, and kaitlyn
notes: not proofread bc i’m lazy and also this is the shittiest thing i’ve written in a while sorry 😭
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Emma has pre-recorded something halloween-y to upload on the 31st so she can go out and party but still keep her fans happy! She’s going as Sidney Prescott, the final girl of Scream, and has convinced you to match costumes with her! Wether you’re another slasher victim or the slasher themselves is up to you, just know that she’ll be taking as many photos as she possibly can <3 She’s going to have a cute halloween picture of the two of you as her wallpaper for the next 5 months so make sure you look good…
Abigail isn’t a party person, but if that’s your thing she’ll go along with it— just not for too long. When you’ve gotten tired of partying (if you do so at all) she’ll be waiting at home for you. But don’t worry! She’s not mad, after all, everyone enjoys some alone time! She’ll snuggle into you for some movie time and probably fall asleep halfway through lol. She isn’t one for full costumes for halloween, but she’s definitely going to put some effort into some cute but spooky makeup for the day like bat-wing eyeliner or spiderwebs on her cheeks! <3
Nick is probably out partying and is going as something dumb and lazy like “myself, but with a mustache!” because he didn’t even realize it was halloween until the day of said party. If you’re not a party person though, he’s willing to give that up and stay home with you :)
With his missing hand, Dylan would make a perfect Ash Williams, which is coincidentally his favourite horror movie character (definitely not because 80s Bruce Campbell is hot…), so get ready to have an Evil Dead marathon! It’s definitely happening. He’s also 100% handing out candy to kids and complimenting their choice of costumes, he’s very cute like that ;)
Ryan absolutely LOVES halloween, and has made a movie lineup for the two of you 2 weeks in advance… He’s going to dress up as someone from an old horror movie that has an iconic yet subtle outfit, like one of the characters from The Blair Witch Project or someone from a Saw movie (which are a couple of his halloween favourites :)) He’s definitely going to talk through most of the movies, telling you random shit about them and picking apart plot holes but it’ll be fun anyways.
Although he loves attention, believe it or not, Jacob isn’t a fan of parties, he also isn’t a fan of horror, so picking out a fun halloween activity that both of you will enjoy is going to be a struggle. If you’re set on watching horror for halloween night, he’s going to be clinging to your arm the whole time and hiding under a blanket (he’s definitely cute like this though so no complaints) please reassure him and give him plenty of kisses when you’re going to go to sleep though because he’s gonna be scared shitless
Kait isn’t a huge halloween person, but she’s still going to use it as an excuse to dress up as a cute vampire or something lmao. Other than that, she’s going to work like regular, spending her evening like usual and so on. If you’re a halloween person though, she’s willing to give up a normal day to do what you want! You want to go party? Sure! You want to stay home and
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m0chaminx · 2 years
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Ryan Erzahler | Always You
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*•.¸♡Request : Oh ok so can I have Ryan Erzahler + “It's was always you.” prompt
*•.¸♡Prompt : 47 "It's always you"
*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : plot divergance, reader has tattoos, drinking, canon angst
*•.¸♡Paring : Ryan Erzahler x GN!reader
*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : A game of truth or dare goes sour for one half of the group, but thank the gods, yours goes amazing
*•.¸♡words : 1.7k
The moon cast a glow over the camp, and the fire illuminated everyone's faces. You sipped on a beer, scrolling through Dylan's phone as you looking for music.
Dylan clapped his hand, the attention now on him. "Okay! New idea. Party game!" Dylan shouted, bored of watching you scroll through his phone. The group huffed, wanting to relax for the night. "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 questioned, tossing the empty bag of Butterpops to the side.
"How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies," Dylan proposed, holding his beer in his right hand. "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.”
"So regular truth or dare?" You asked, sipping from your beer bottle.
"Yes, but Dylan style," Dylan countered.
"They're the same thing-"
"Y/N, just leave it, you really wanna fight Dylan in a stubborn battle?" Ryan chuckled, nudging his shoulder against yours.
"Thank you, Ryan, and give me that," Dylan snatched his phone from your hands, moving to sit back down.
"That was a dig at you by the way," Ryan pointed out, spinning the bottle between his hands.
"You really wanna fight Dylan in a stubborn battle?" You mocked, pulling a face at Ryan. Ryan rolled his eyes, trying to cover his smile by drinking his beer.
"Back to the task at hand... we can, like, make people kiss?" Kaitlyn asked drawing the attention back to her.
“If they choose dare, yeah. As long as everyone consents... of course,” Dylan confirmed nodding in agreement.
“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. "Y/N truth or dare?"
You thought for a moment, leaning back on your hand. "Truth, start simple," You stated taking a sip of your beer.
"Alright fair," Dylan nodded. Dylan bit his lip as he searched for a question. "Have you ever... slept with anyone?"
"Yeah," You said quickly, sitting back up.
"Didn't even hesitate," Emma noted, with a teasing smile. "Care to elaborate?"
"Are you allowed to do that?" You asked.
"Yeah," Emma confirmed. "Girl or guy? And if you've slept with multiple, who was the best?"
"Well, the first time was a girl so already expectations were high," You joked, sipping on your beer. "That's it, I have hopes for someone else, but I'll see how the night goes." 'ooh's and teasing remarks sounded from the group, trying to get you to spill. "Alright, alright, you've bent the rules enough. Nicki boy..."
You placed your empty beer bottle down watching Nick's head snap up to you, his eyes widening. "Uh, truth," Nick stuttered.
"Alright, moving completely off that subject, is everyone at camp aware, that you don't have an Australian accent?" You asked, watching the group erupt in yells of disbelief.
"Oh my god, no, obviously," Nick sighed, wiping a hand on his forehead. "I'm from New Zealand, just FYI."
"You just like to start wars don't you?" Ryan whispered to you. You smiled at him and took the beer from his hand. "Hey-" You took a sip before passing it back to him.
"Okay, okay Abi," Nick called setting the chatter down.
"Uh, truth," Abi said slightly nervous.
"God you're all so boring," Dylan mumbled resting back on his hand.
"Abi, do you think I'm attractive?"
"Oh, never mind," Dylan whispered.
"Oh uh, yeah," Abi turned red as she stumbled through her words. "Yes, I uh, think you're attractive." The group cheered as Abi finally admitted part of her crush on Nick. "Okay, my turn. Alright okay, um..." Abi thought for a while, Kaitlyn telling her to just pick someone but Emma lost her patience and jumped in.
"Ugh! Ding, ding, ding, too late," Emma declared. "My turn. Ryan truth or dare?"
"Dare, gimme what you got," Ryan stated enthusiastically.
"Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice."
"Can she do that?"
"I can do whatever I want," Emma disregarded Ryan's question, continuing with her dare. "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; but he already knew his answer. "Y/N? If that's cool with you." You gulped, slightly shocked at his choice but nodded anyway.
Ryan put his bottle down and leant towards you. You brought a hand to rest on his cheek, and Ryan stared at your lips. He gave a final nod and you pressed your lips together. Ryan moved his hand to rest on the top of your thighs as your lips slowly moved together
You slowly pulled apart and Ryan slowly drew his hands back. Dylan and Jacob were cheering and the others had smug smiles on their faces. You quickly took your hands back and spun away from him; your face bright red and a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Ryan turned as well, his face heating up slightly a small smile growing also. 
The game continued for a while; Jacob jumped over the fire pit, Abi had to quick draw Emma, Nick dared you to show your tattoos, Kaitlyn had to reveal her dream job then it came back to Emma's dare.
Kaitlyn asked Emma, who picked dare. "Emma you have to kiss... Jacob... or... Nick," Kaitlyn played out. You chuckled quietly to yourself, thinking Emma will go straight for Jacob.
"Well then..." Emma paused, drawing out her tone.
"Um, uh... sorry Nick, this is not even a dare obviously I got this-" Jacob tried saying.
"Uhhh... I don't know if that's a good idea-" Nick went on.
"I chose Nick," Emma finally said. The chatter dropped and the only thing that you could hear was the cracking of the fire. You glanced at Ryan who looked back at you in just as much shock. Emma pushed herself up, walking to Nick who was shuffling awkwardly.
"Em? Seriously?" Jacob scoffed. Emma sat across Nick's lap. Instead of a short peck, or even a quick kiss, Emma grabbed his neck and started to make out with him, tongue and all. "Guys!" Nick ran his hand up Emma's back, giving as much as he was receiving.
Abi cringed, shrinking in on herself. "Oi knock it off!" You shouted noticing them ignoring Jacob's yells. The two detached, "What the fuck Emma?"
"Thank you, Nick," Emma smiled. You looked to Abi, who still curled in on herself.
"Hey," Ryan whispered, placing his hand on yours. "Breath." Ryan slipped his hand into yours, which was clutched in anger. Emma mumbled something to Abi and she quickly walked off, tears already forming in her eyes.
Jacob stood up, towing over Nick. "You like kissing my girlfriend, asshole?" Jacob spat.
Nick looked down, unable to meet Jacob's eyes, "It was just a game-"
"Hey, I'm nobody's girlfriend," Emma reinstated. 
Jacob held his hand out, his anger flowing over. "The fuck it was. 'Oh, it was just a game'! Yeah, the fuck it was man!" Jacob stormed off, walking in a different direction to Abi.
"Jacob, grow up!" Emma called after him. An awkward silence filled the air as everyone tried not to look at each other. "Well, I guess I should probably... go after him. You should probably go find Abi." Nick sighed and went in the same direction as Abi and Emma went after Nick.
"So anyone wanna play Parchisi?" Kaitlyn asked once the air cleared. You, Dylan and Ryan, looked at her with wide eyes. "What?!"
"I'm actually gonna run up to the lodge and grab my phone. Hopefully, it's fully charged," you smiled pushing yourself up from the log, and brushing your pants off.
"I'll come with you," Ryann insisted, passing his beer to Dylan. "We can use my torch." You nodded and motioned him along. Ryan pulled his phone out, turned the torch on and guided you both to the lodge. "You alright? You seemed kinda mad back there."
You huffed as you walked up the lodge stairs, "Emma knows damn well Abi has a thing for Nick, and Nick has a thing for Abi. And somehow Emma making out with him will suddenly make that better? Or that will kick-start them being together? It's just stupid."
Ryan chuckled softly. "Yeah I get that, it was kinda dumb. Here hold this," Ryan held his phone out, and you quickly held it to the door lock. Ryan pulled the keys out, unlocking the wooden doors. "M'lady," Ryan smiled presenting the open door to you.
"Why thank you, kind sir," You teased with a smile. Ryan laughed, and you handed him his phone back. You walked to Mr H's office and you grabbed your phone from the side table. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," Ryan nodded, standing in the doorway.
"...Why did you kiss me?" You asked, sitting against the table.
"What do you mean?" Ryan chuckled.
"I thought you, Dylan..? I don't know, don't worry about it," you brushed off, pocketing your phone and tuning for the door.
"Wait, wait, you thought I'd choose Dylan over you?" Ryan questioned. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. "You know I've liked you since like, the beginning of camp if I was gonna kiss anyone it's you... It's always you." 
You left out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, "...So ...If I asked to kiss you now, would you?"
Ryan smirked, staring at your lips. "Well... you'd have to ask to find out," Ryan teased, looking back at your eyes.
"Ryan Erzahler, will you kiss me?" You asked, threading your fingers through the loops in his belt.
"You used my last name, that's kinda hot," Ryan smiled moving his left hand to rest your waist, the other on your cheek. He pulled you in, kissing you again.
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vampzzi · 2 years
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SECRET ROOM
ryan erzahler x fem reader
cw; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) creampie, gentle sex?, cheesy romance, ryan being extremely soft cause why not, porn with no plot/porn with some plot but ehh, not beta read
author note; ryan has a terrible pull out game, change my mind. + do you like the new writing style?
It’s around noon and everyone in camp is scattered, doing tasks for the party Jacob and Dylan wanna host so bad. Both of you were assigned to look for a way to charge phones while also gathering food. 
Expect there was a better idea, you and him somewhere secluded and private. Mr. H’s secret room. Only Ryan has access to this room because he knew where it was and now that Mr. H  ran off somewhere and everyone else was setting up for the party. You can hear the others, on the trail on the cameras but your mind is more focused on the warm hand cupping your bra. 
“R-Ryan, a-are you sure?” His warm hands running up and down your body as he trails random shapes and his name on your plush stomach. “No one will know we’re here.” “And what happens to your wraith has no bound?” “ha ha ha” he sarcastically laughs “Ryannnn” you whine out as he smirks. His hand snakes around you and pulls you close to him as he takes a second and with impressive skill pulls your bra off as it slides off your body.
Your breast is exposed to how cold the room is, reacting in a way that has them hard. He’s flicking your nipple and back to pinching, as you pucker your lips and Ryan closes the gap between you two. Kissing you as he licks your lips and you guys continue to share a feverish kiss together, tongues battling each other while the sweet sounds Ryan loves to hear begin to pour from your pretty lips.
Ryan pulled away to breath, taking a deep breath to gain his composure while you did the same “You’re so pretty name”. Your face heated in response as your whole body felt warm from his sweet words of praise. He sat back as you could see the visible bulge in his jeans as you looked at him and smiled “want me to attend to, my mysterious handsome lover” he nodded as you took that as consent to unbutton his jeans, one by one.
Finally making it to the zipper as you unzip and pull his pants down, the bulge in all his glory as your hands teasing his bulge through his boxers, his boxer had already felt tight and he felt like he’d snap soon. Ryan’s patience held on by a thread, he hated your teasing but his body loved your teasing.  Your teasing hands running your fingertips barely over his clothed cock. 
But you did something that caught him off guard as you licked him through his boxers, he let out a gasp as you continued to the movement. Your saliva clinging to his boxer as his precum also played a part in making a mess of his boxers. “Y..You should stop that. I don’t wanna cum y-yet, plus I also don’t want nasty boxers when we have to return…” Ryan said.
“Fair point Rya” He groans at the nickname as you can’t help but smile as you pull his boxers down, this time not teasing him as he seemed to get impatient. His cock is neither big nor small, pretty average roughly 6 inches. It’s his girth that gets you, it’s such a stretch inside you and the amount he cums is bizarre but Ryan isn’t a person for masturbating. So it’s understandable.
You didn’t notice that you were drooling and he snapped his fingers in your face “Name..” Ryan said. “Yeah, just I keep forgetting how fucking thick you are” Ryan has never been complimented this intimately, sure you say it alot but it catches him off guard a lot. “Mhmm” he isn’t one for dirty talk either, he’s too awkward for that.
The anxiety sits in your stomach as you forget your indifference “Ryan..what if I crush your legs while I ride you..” you mutter the last part as he looks at you. “You won’t, you’ve done it before and did perfect. I promise that won’t happen” he sounded genuine when he said that and it made your heart warm up.
You sat on Ryan’s lap as he held your curvy sides, “you feel so soft” he muttered below a whisper as you smiled out as you took off your shorts along with your panties and placed yourself on his lap. You raise your hips and the wet noise of him entering you as you sank down made your face more warm. 
“Fuck, name you feel so good” he breathed out as he held onto you tighter. “I could say the same to you Ryan, y-you’re so fucking biggg” you whine out as you began to bounce up and down.
Up and down in a slow rhythm as you both held eye contact, the exchange of praise and loud groans and moans. “S-Shit I-I..f-feels so good” you whimpered out as the pace picked up and you moved slightly faster, keeping the pace moderate.
Ryan could feel your clenching as he moaned out, from your walls sucked him and how your soft gummy walls felt around his cock as his cock pulsed inside of you. “I-I love you Ryann, soo much” you gasped out as you kept fucking yourself on his cock, a white ring around his cock from you already creaming on his cock. “I- holy fuck..I love you to”.
He takes control and changes the position as you're on your back on the cool floor, waiting for him as you both make eye contact together as he plunges into you. Your walls welcome him inside as soft breath leaves your mouth. He works into you slowly, thrusting into your cunt as you submit to him and share the intimate together while it lasts.
“Name..I’m gonna cum..” he says with a shaky breath as you nod “in me ryan..please.” this makes him look done at you as his eyes lock on yours, looking intensely into yours as his thrust comes to a full stop  “A-Are you sure, don't wanna knock you up..” you think about it for a moment as you didn't take anything as you and him rarely had sex. “Y-You can try and pull out if you want, either way is fine..”
He nods and mumble an ok as Ryan starts to thrust again, he holds one of your legs up as the new angle makes his cock reach deeper parts into your body. You’re pretty sure he’s hitting your cervix as you mewl out from the pleasure as he fucks you. Ryan is trying his hardest to not cum right now as his cock pulse as he falls over the edge and paints your insides white anyway.
The warm feeling of his cum flooding in your body has you sighing out as your finger is on his chin so he looks at you while you pull him in for another passionate kiss. He pulls away shortly so he can pull out as you both unpleasantly shudder from sensitivity. 
You can feel his semen dripping out your pussy. “Thank you for sharing that moment with me Ryan..” “No problem, I love you” “I love you too Ryan” Sitting up on your elbows as you look around as Ryan shoves himself back in his boxers and gets up to fetch something to get something to clean you with. The door closes as he quickly goes to the bathroom to get a clean wet rag as he returns right back to you.
He comes back in and walks over to you as he sits down as slowly pushes your legs apart as the sight of the mess makes him all hot and bothered again as you turn away. The rag is placed against your pussy as he rubs all his cum up. “Alright then, we should find some food and head back since it’s the least we can do”
Slowly rising to your feet as you looked for your shorts as you found them in a pile and slid your panties back and then your shorts. “I think there’s a bag of chips and a few sodas left in the kitchen” He walked over to you as he checked your hair to make sure nothing seemed out of place. 
Your lip gloss was all over his lips as his lips shined as you kept it to yourself, both of you making it out of Mr. H’s secret room and to the kitchen walking out his office and closing the door behind you. As you both walked through the halls and down the stairs and down to the kitchen.
Making it to the kitchen, I found the bag of chips and Ryan got the sodas “And we’re done!!” You said happily as Ryan smirked. You felt around your neck as you had forgot your headphones “Oh shit, I felt my headphones in the room, fuck” “We’ll sneak and go get them. You can share with me for now” You nodded as you both regrouped with the others at the fire pit.
“Took you guys long enough” Jacob said as he got a peek of Ryan’s lips “Hey Ryan, trying some new lip care?” he teased as Ryan put the sodas down and felt his lip as your shiny gloss clung to his finger. “Yeah, Name recommended it to me.” you giggled out and almost snorted as Emma looked between you and Ryan and then Kaityln started to know what Emma was gonna say
“So are you guys a couple or something?” Kaityln questioned, Ryan stayed quiet. Well yeah, you guys were dating but you didn't want them to know yet. You both wanted things to stay on the low even though you both were on the high. “No, I was practicing kissing him” You chimed as Kaityln looked at you. “Just like me and Jacob in freshman year, he was terrible” she whispered and you laughed.
Dylan clapped his hand “Well then, let’s get this party started”.
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starrsfics · 2 years
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I'll Burn Your Name into my Throat
Yandere!Ryan Ezrahler x Gn!reader
i wrote this listening to Caraphernelia by PTV :) if you guys like this ill def write a part two w/ smut ;).
Warnings: Yandere!Ryan, death, jealousy, gore, blood, non consented touching, slight stockholm syndrome, violence, only proofread once.
1.3k words.
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He was mad. Watching you with him made his blood boil. You were his. Why were you anywhere near that disgusting man. Ryan quite liked Dylan. Really, he did. But that was before he saw him being so affectionate with you. HE should be there, touching you, making you feel safe. Not him.
He was sitting down far enough so you and Dylan wouldn't notice him. He had been doing this for a while actually. He was barely even paying attention to his podcast anymore. All he wanted was for Dylan to be gone. Away from him. Away from his sweet, perfect (y/n). Ryan watched as Dylan finally walked away from you. He sighed in relief, admiring your perfection from afar. You were too good for Dylan, he doesn't deserve you. The thought of Dylan made Ryan absolutely sick to his stomach. Seeing him caress you while you rubbed his back so gently. He couldn't take it much longer.
BANG.
He punched the tree. He was expressionless. He retrieved his it from the rough, rigid bark and watched as blood dripped from his knuckles. Nothing. He felt nothing. No pain. He needed you to feel something. ANYTHING. Without you? He was worthless. He had a plan, though. A plan to get rid.. of the.. problem.
You and Dylan were laughing as he took the whipped cream from his ice cream and put it on your nose. "Dylan! You're the worst!" you giggled, wiping off the sticky sweet from the tip of your nose. "Hey Dylan, can I talk to you?" Ryan asked while flashing you a quick smile. You thought Ryan was a really cool person! He was one of the best counselors at Hackett's Quarry actually. Although you two didn't talk much, you thought you and he got along pretty well. You wondered what he was going to ask Dylan.
He saw you two together. Yet again. This time you two were laughing together. He knew Dylan liked you. He knew you liked him. Why wouldn't you? Dylan is more sociable than he was. Much more likeable. Seeing you two bonding was such a heavy weight on his back. He couldn't wait to get rid of Dylan. Once. And. For. All.
You started to get worried. You checked your watch. 11:09. It has been three hours since Ryan took Dylan away. You got up from your seat and left the cafeteria. "Dylan? Dylan where are you?" You looked around the camp. His cabin? Nope. The lake? No. The bathrooms? Wrong again. There was one place you hadn't checked yet.. The forest. No way. No way Dylan would be there. Why would he go into a dark, creepy forest so late at night? You decided to go check anyways.
"Dylan? Are you out here?" you called out for him. You shone your flashlight around these unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, you heard the sound of twigs snapping near a specific tree. It had a perfect view of the camp. You inspected the tree. Blood. There was blood on the tree. "Dylan.. Dylan please! Where are you!?" you called out again. You looked behind the tree and saw a strange figure on the ground. "What is that..?" you whispered to yourself. "Dylan..? Is that y-" you cut yourself off with a loud scream as you flashed light on the unknown shadow, revealing that it was in fact Dylan. He was dead. "What the fuck! Dylan! Oh my god!" you ran to his body. His eyes were gouged out. His throat was slit and blood was dripping from his chest.
"(Y/n).. (y/n).. my love. I did this for you.." You turned around to see Ryan. He was holding something. A heart. Not one you draw from paper, it was a real, human heart. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bloody hands. "What.. what the fuck." you were gonna be sick. "Why the hell are you holding that Ryan? What the hell is wrong with you?! You did this to him?!" you yelled at him in anger as tears fell down your cheeks. He bent down to get a better view of your face. That beautiful face. The fear in your eyes was so fucking perfect. He loved the way you looked as tears filled your (e/c) eyes. He reached out to cup your face and you slapped his hand away. "(y/n).. do you not get that I did this because I love you? Everything I ever do is for you!" He grabbed your wrist tightly. "Tell me you love me baby.. please.." he begged. You struggled as you tried to free yourself from his grip. "Let me go Ryan! I fucking hate you. Get the fuck away from me you sick fuck!" you kicked him in the stomach and he flew backwards.
You pushed him. What the fuck. This was not supposed to be how it went. You tried to get up and run away, but you were too slow. He grabbed your wrist again and pushed you to the tree while pinning your hand above your head. You winced in pain as your head hit the tree. "You're hurting me.. Please.. Please leave me alone." you sobbed. "Oh darling, I would never hurt you if you didn't deserve it! I love you. Please, just say it back!" he said looking at you with maniac eyes. You were absolutely terrified of him. "I-I.. I love y-you.. Ryan." Those were the words he had longed for. Since the very moment he laid eyes on you. Ryan leaned down and kissed you softly. You didn't kiss back, but he did not care. "I'd do anything for you (y/n)! I hope you know that."
Your heart was racing, but not from the kiss. The way he said your name was horrifying.
When you woke up, your hands and legs were tied to a chair. You had no idea where the hell you were. the last thing you remember was falling asleep. Then it hits you. Dylan is gone. "Ryan..?" you called out. "Baby! You're finally awake! How do you feel?" he walked out from the shadows. His eyes were no longer.. crazy. "Do you need anything? Ill get you anything you want (y/n)." he was so attentive.. it was quite.. sweet? "Thirsty.." you whispered. "Do you want some water darling? Sure thing! I'll be right back." Your eyes followed him up the stairs and he was gone. You tried freeing yourself and managed to get one of your hands loose. Then with that loose hand, you freed yourself completely. You didn't know how much time you had left until Ryan came back so you hid behind some boxes.
"(Y/n)! I have your wat-.. where did you go?" he looked around anxiously. You couldn't have possibly.. left? Right? He grew impatient. "(Y/n) I don't have time for your fucking games!" he yelled. You flinched at the sudden loud noise and accidentally knocked over a picture frame. Fuck. Ryan snapped to face in your direction and he slowly approached you. He grabbed your smaller figure and smashed it against the wall. "Don't try to leave me darling. You are never getting rid of me now. You can't just throw me away!" his eyes were crazy again. You were whimpering in fear. One second he is being so attentive and gentle with you. The next, he's grabbing your wrist and throwing you against a wall. He was unpredictable. One of the many qualities that made him insanely scary. "Ryan.. please.. I love you.." you said not wanting to be hurt anymore. He was surprised at your words. He didn't ask you to do that.. maybe you really did love him.
"I am glad you do baby! I love you too. Now please, stop trying to run away from me.. you know I only want what's best for you." you gave him a faint smile, trying to please him since there was no chance of escaping now. He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.
"I'll burn your name into my throat, (y/n)."
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marsrblg · 2 years
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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)
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living-dead-gh0ul · 2 years
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HELLO! Wanted to spread the word that me and some friends are working on a The Quarry Dating Sim! (Find Your Summer Love) I will post inside peaks on the art and etc! Hope you guys enjoy the ride.
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Injured (Ryan Erzahler x G/N!Reader)
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This was requested by @stuart4567 I hope you like it, I tried my best, I'm sure I'll get better as I write more for this game!
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Y/N sighed, wiping away tears as they leaned against the tall tree that was in the center of the cabin area.
They usually fleed to the tree and climbed up to a spot where no one can see them whenever things got tough for them.
However, tonight was too much for them to take.
Besides Jacob treating them like shit all summer, Nick started to go along with him, calling Y/N names, playing rude pranks on them, and even calling them ugly, that nobody would love them.
Hearing that last one is what made them run off, causing the other counselors to scowl at Jacob and Nick, even Emma.
She wasn't close with Y/N, but she knew better to not be mean to them, especially since how they were treated by Jacob and Nick already.
Chris even snapped at them as well before going to look for them, Ryan doing the same while the others remained at the lodge.
"I just don't get why Jacob and Nick treat them like this, they didn't do anything to them." Ryan mumbled as the two walked down the path.
Chris sighed as he placed his hands in his pockets.
"I don't know either buddy. We can just hope Jacob and Nick learn from this that what they were doing to them this summer is wrong and that they stop and apologize."
Chris then pointed towards the cabins.
"Why don't you go check the cabins, I'll go check the lake."
Ryan nodded before jogging off towards the cabins, leaving Chris to look at the lake.
"Y/N!" Ryan shouted as he got close to the big tree, looking around to find Y/N.
"Ryan?" A small voice spoke from above.
Looking up, Ryan saw Y/N sitting on one of the branches above, completely hidden from view from anywhere else but where he was standing.
"Y/N, you okay?" He asked as Y/N began to climb down.
"Could be b-better." They replied, their voice still quavering from crying.
But as their foot reached down to a branch, it snapped, causing them to tumble down to the ground, a loud snap caused Ryan to wince as he saw Y/N clutch their ankle in pain when they landed.
"Oh shit..." he muttered as he saw the giant bruise on their ankle that was already getting darker.
"Ryan! What happened?" The two heard Chris' voice called out as they looked in the direction of the trail and saw him running towards them.
"Y/N fell down from the tree and landed on their ankle pretty hard. I heard a snap, I think their ankle is broken." Ryan said as Chris knelt down and examined the bruised ankle.
"That does look bad, stay here with them, I'll go get the golf cart to bring them back to the lodge and call an ambulance."
And with that, Chris ran off towards the lodge, leaving the two alone.
Ryan and Y/N sat there in silence as they didn't really know what else to do.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ran off, and I never had issues with climbing the tree at all before." Y/N mumbled as they looked towards the lake.
"Hey, you have nothing to apologize for, its Jacob and Nick who should apologize to you for everything that they did to you during this summer. I'm just angry that they would do this to someone as amazing as you." Ryan said, clearly pissed at the two about treating Y/N the way they did.
Blushing, Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.
"You think I'm amazing?" They asked.
Ruan nodded as he sat beside them.
"Yeah, you are really smart, funny, kind, and I really like you." He said looking away at the last part.
Smiling, Y/N leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"I really like you too."
This put a grin on Ryan's face as he pulled Y/N into a gentle kiss, surprising Y/N because it came out of nowhere.
But they didn't mind, they have always wanted to kiss him, but never had the courage to tell him how they felt until now.
"So will you go out with me then?" The young man asked pulling away with a glimpse of hope in his eyes.
"Of course." Y/N answered as they laid their head on Ryan's shoulder as they waited for Chris to come back with the golf cart.
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aangelinakii · 2 years
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the quarry masterlist !
NOTHING HERE YET . . .
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despairots · 1 year
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fight or flight , dylan lenivy.
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you don’t actually believe you too are just friends who relate to eachother, right? wrong, you’re just friends, nothing more.
cw: angst, reader doesn’t know who he is, reader is a male, reader is self-awared, reader is [sexuality], reader bottles up their emotion, reader is a good actor, unrequited love (or is it?)
pairing: dylan lenivy x male!reader.
song to listen to … fight or flight by conan gray.
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man, you hated this part; where everything you worked for was for nothing. you’re genuinely selfish for thinking you could have him as a friend, let alone a lover.
how could you ever think you could have a chance with him? you two were better off as bestfriends. i mean, it was so easily shown that dylan was into ryan, the glances to him and the constant flirting.
“this is activating my fight or flight.” you muttered to kaitlyn as your heart tugged, watching dylan willing kiss ryan, kaitlyn watched as you fiddled with your ring.
‘don’t cry, don’t cry.’ you sucked it up as you felt an empty feeling in your stomach as everyone oohed and clapped. you faked a smile as dylan sat back down, feeling all giddy.
“ew, affection.” you gagged as dylan jokingly rolled his eyes before nudging you, you felt yourself grow all giggle from the small touch; like igniting a fire.
“okay, [name] - truth or dare.” ryan asked you as you sat there wide eyed, “okaaaay, anything you ask me better not be some freaky, weird shit. truth.” you scoffed, “boo, you pussy.” “hardy har har.” you rolled your eyes at kaitlyn.
“do you have a crush on anybody?” he asked as everyone oohed at such a basic truth question, “mmm, absolutely not, nice try though.” you took a sip from your drink.
“i call bullshit!”
jacob called out as you glared at him, “ooh, you kiss your mom with that mouth?” you crossed your legs as kaitlyn chuckled. “oh come on, you HAVE to have a crush.” kaitlyn insisted.
“i used, used, to have a crush on someone.” ‘and it’s someone here.’ you lied as you empathized the used, “gasp, you’ve never told me this?” dylan dramatically gasped with a hand on his heart. you scoffed with smile.
“is it a boy?”
“very basic emma, next!” you joked before jacob said something, “i bet it’s dylan.” dylan snapped hsi head towards you as you furrowed your eyebrows, “wrong. he’s just my bestfriend, and plus why would i snatch ryan’s man? wow jacob.”
you faked as the more you lied, the more closed you are to breaking down and you do not want dylan to you like that.
dylan lightly got hurt from just-a-friend mention, “okaay, sure, whatever you say, [name].” jacob didn’t believe as you grew irritated.
the game went longer before you felt sick to your stomach, “i’ll be back.” you placed your drink down before leaving, “hey- [name] it’s dangerous out there, you know that, right?” nick shouted for but you waved it off.
before you knew it, you were down at the dock trying to hold back the tears that threatened to come out, “fuck. stop crying, stop crying, stop crying.” why’d you have to fall in love?
love… such beautiful word yet a word that can bring somethings to destruction.
you heard heavy breathing and footsteps behind making you wipe your eyes quickly and taking a big deep breath before you saw a familiar figure sit down beside.
“hi, jacob.”
“hi.” you noticed the way his mouth quivered and his eyes watering, “are you okay? what happened?” you asked as you placed a comforting a hand on his shoulder.
“when i thought emma still had feelings for me, she went a full on french kissed nick, abigail ran off and so did i.” jacob explained as you pitied him.
“jacob, i’m so sorry.” “no, no, it’s fine. i shouldn’t have chased her.” he shaked off.
“i wish i could accept something like that easily.” jacob furrowed his eyebrows, “easily?” “yeah.” you sniffled as jacob noticed the way you bite your lips and eyes fluttering with water.
“[name]? you’re crying…”
“yeah- yeah, i know.” you didn’t bother jacob seeing you about to breakdown, you wanted someone, just someone, to know who you really are but that’s the thing, you don’t know who you are.
“what’s wrong?” you sadly smiled, “can’t tell you that.” you whispered as you continued to sniffle, “come here.” he opened his arms as you scooted closer to jacob, accepting his hug.
and as soon he wrapped his arms around you, you broke down.
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biggestxsimps · 11 months
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Lost Lover
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Any of ‘The Quarry’ Boys x Male Reader
A/N: This can be read with any of The Quarry boys, this is meant to be in Y/N’s POV but I guess the character of your choice also works. I’m not sure if this counts as angst, but I tried my best.
There are a lot of mentions of blood, death, gore and hallucinations. Please be wary and don’t read this fic if the content is too harsh!
You couldn’t believe he was gone. It felt like just yesterday the cops were pulling you away from your lover’s deformed corpse. His blood staining your hands and clothes as all you could smell was what remained of him.
You still smelt it now, having spent so many hours in those crimson-filled clothes gave you enough time to commit it to memory. You often smelt it on nights like this.
Cold. Dark. Silent. 
You feel the sticky blood crawl its way over your arms, it irks you how real it felt. Just like that night. Your eyes begin to fog, vision becoming indefinable as it grows dark, the blurred corpse of your former lover appearing. Your clothes feel tight, compressing your chest. It gets harder to breathe as the rotting smell fills your lungs. You gasp, voice hoarse as you try to regain composure.
The body beside you starts to become more visible, every gorey detail visible on his tormented face. Your heart aches as he lies there, lifeless. Your eyes swell with tears, the drops falling in abundance as you stare at him, unable to look away. 
You watch as his eyes shoot open, your heart leaping out of your throat as he starts to stand, unbalanced and deformed. You can’t help but feel a little joyous, seeing him alive, as mangled as he may be.
Until the screaming starts.
A blood-curdling screech rips from his throat. Blood follows as it drips down his neck, the screams turning into loud gurgling as he starts to drown in his own blood. His scarred arm lifts, his torn-apart finger pointing right at you. The gurgling stops, a few strained coherent words falling from his tongue. 
“This is all your fault-”
The sound of a door breaks you out of your trance.
“Y/N..” It’s a hushed voice, a familiar one. “Is it happening again?” You dig your head into your hands, wiping the tears flowing down your cheeks as you mutter. “Yeah.. yeah…” The bed dips as you feel the girl take a seat beside you, her hand rubbing against your arm as she whispers comforting words.
A/N: We’ve got a couple of our longest fics coming out soon (Hopefully this week) Including a Part 2 to the Hogwarts Legacy Yule Ball fic! All feedback is appreciated, I rarely write angst and I’m not all to good at it.
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luvliewriting · 2 years
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❦Quarry Boys On Dirty Talk❦
❦18+ MDNI❦
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!!
Note: Please have your age somewhere visible on your profile before reading this. If you are a minor please don't consume this content (I am not responsible for any damage this may do to your young brain)
Minors please block tag Luvlie18 or I will block you
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Dylan
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Dylan really loves dirty talk but he doesn’t like to be degrading as he does it. He loves to tell you how good you look and how well you’re doing. He also tells you exactly what he’s going to do to you, just to tease you with anticipation. Dylan doesn’t like to admit it but once in a while, he would love not being the one with control. For you to take care of him, punish him. He wants to just surrender control. Especially with being one of the favorite councillors and all, he doesn't have a lot to time to be around you so the thought of you coming into his shed where he does his annoucments, dipping under his desk and taking him into your mouth while he tries to do announcments drives him wild
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Ryan
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Ryan isn't much of a talker as it is in the bedroom. He'll make small grunts of pleasure and maybe a few words like "you're so beautiful/handsome" but for the most part poor boy stays quiet. But on the rare occasions you can get a peep out of the boy, he prefers to praise you instead of degrade. He'll hold you nice and gentle, slowly rocking himself into you while he says how good you feel around him, how good you make him feel, how beautiful/handsome you are while you take his cock. And then aftercare is just heavenly.
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Nick
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Dirty talk with Nick is a mixture of praise and degrading. He likes to compliment you on how beautiful/handsome you are while you have his cock down your throat but he also just likes to shove your head down on him and call you a dirty little cock slut. Of course to Nick it's whatever you want, if you're in one of those moments where you just need to be praised and held. He will do it in a heartbeat. Making you feel like the only person in the world, planting kisses everywhere with tiny words of praise with each kiss
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Jacob
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Jacob is doing his best alright. He tries to be a lot more humoreous and goofy during sex so that also bleeds into his dirty talk. He tries to be degrading but he always feels bad afterwards reassuring you that he doesn't mean it. Honestly he's not the biggest fan of dirty talk but if you want him to than he will. But for the most part when it comes to sex, he just wants to be goofy and himself with you in such an intimate moment
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Max
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Max isn’t super great at dirty talk. He’ll try if you want to but it might make him a little uncomfortable. He’ll praise you instead, telling you how amazing you feel around his cock or just how hot you are when he’s fucking you. He always lets you know what a wonderful job you’re doing. Most of the time, sex is like aftercare. He takes care of you, worshipping your body, holding you close, kissing you. He just wants to show you how much he adores you. When the two of you are finished, he will do everything you need. Food, water, cleaning, cuddles, talking. Sex with him can be emotional. He’ll make you feel so loved it can be overwhelming in the best possible way. When you’re upset (and in the mood), this intimate act will definitely make you feel amazing. Trust him, he knows what he’s doing.
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Travis
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Travis, holy fuck is this kinky motherfucker good at dirty talk. It does not matter where the two of you are, he will whisper the naughtiest things in your ear. He knows all your weak spots and how to press them, all in a husky voice. And afterwards, he’ll walk away like nothing happened, the only thing that is left is a smirk on his face and the heat on your cheeks. Sex is rarely goofy or humorous. It’s always a very intimate thing, even when he seems so impersonal. For him, it’s all about trust and love even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it
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m0chaminx · 2 years
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Fifty-nine Days | Dylan Lenivy
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*•.¸♡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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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (1/6)
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I leaned against Ryan’s shoulder, zoning out completely. We were in the main lodge, sitting by the doorway, sharing earbuds. I wasn’t surprised when the first thing he wanted to do, upon the ‘official’ return of our phones, was listen to Bizarre Yet Bonafide in the open. I knew he was eager to finally listen to the podcast about Hackett’s Quarry itself - even if it was just the retelling of a silly campfire story. I was a fan of the podcast, but I always thought Ryan was the better storyteller. 
Ryan was not a very open individual, but I could tell I’d made his summer a lot easier by being his roommate. Again.
Ryan was humming along, and my eyes flitted up to his expression. He was relaxed. Eyes shut, head back, lips slightly parted. I was an extroverted person, so I liked it when Ryan was happy. That was when it was either when we were together hanging out privately, or he was alone.
Ryan had his legs extended, and mine were pulled to my chest, my arms hugging them. In one hand, he held his phone, and the other was drumming on my knee softly to an invisible tune. We made momentary eye contact, his dark orbs swirling with fondness, before they flustered shut again. However, now that his mouth had shut, a smile tugged at his generally stoic face.
I was about to shut my eyes again, tuning back into the podcast. I loved horror, but I preferred other true-crime podcasts. The two speaker’s voices just… rubbed me the wrong way. It was too high-pitched and annoying. However, Ryan adored them, so I couldn’t help but not voice my opinion. If anything, Bizarre Yet Bonafide was to thank for our friendship at all.
It was funny. The memory of when we first met was fuzzy. However, whenever I asked Ryan, he always recited the same story, as though he knew it like the back of his hand: I walked up to him in the campus cafeteria, where he was sitting alone. I sat next to him and stole an earbud. From there, we bonded over our shared love of mystery, crime, and horror. He was more than excited to introduce me to the podcast.
I suddenly became alert at the sound of distant chatter. Ryan tensed immediately, looking at me with a quirked brow. A grin slowly pulled across my features. I nudged his shoulder, and with half-lidded eyes, he quirked a brow.
“What?”
“I think it’s time to go! Everyone else sounds like they’re out front,” I exclaimed. 
Ryan knew better than no-one that, as much as I loved nature and kids, I missed my family and the privacy of my own bedroom. Ryan probably did too, even though he had a close connection with the Hackett family. We were roommates back in our college town, but I was sure he looked forward to having his own room. Apparently, I snored.
Ryan exhaled quietly and collected his things. We rose to our feet and, out of habit, I entangled my arm with his. He tucked the phone into his pocket and we grabbed our suitcases. As I caught wind of the conversation, though, I tugged on Ryan to make him stop. I’d heard his name. We hovered in the doorway, just out of view from the campers below.
“…Oh, yeah. He’s probably off being all brooding and mysterious and alluring somewhere while Y/n tags along,” Dylan spoke up from below.
I nudged Ryan again, muttering to him, "Hear that? You’re mysterious and alluring. The camp bad boy.”
Ryan only scoffed playfully, and we listened some more.
“Alluring is right,” Kaitlyn seconded. “The girls and I all agreed, Y/n included, mind you, that Ryan was the hottest councilor. Followed by Chris, then you, Dylan, yotta yotta…”
“And where am I on that list?” Jacob piped up.
“The bottom,” Emma snickered, although I already knew the poor guy would take that comment to heart.
“So, you think I’m the hottest?” Ryan mumbled, sending me an amused glance.
I sent a stern look up, since Ryan was incredibly tall. I quipped in return, "No comment.”
“God, where are those two? Making out in a bush?” Kaitlyn complained. Which was enough for me to kick myself out of the doorway and drag Ryan with me.
“Here!” I called from the porch. Everyone’s eyes were glued to us, and I felt Ryan shrink in discomfort. He’d confided in me about his social anxiety before, so it was more of a reason to pull him closer. We arrived at the base of the stairs, and Dylan snickered.
“What were you guys doing up there? Having a party?”
Ryan shrugged, his graphic tee-shirt wrinkling as his arms bobbed. “Uh.. we were listening to a podcast, actually.”
“Oh! A podcast, nice. That’s cool,” Dylan hummed, nodding in a friendly manner. I sent him a smile, which he returned whole-heartedly. Other than Ryan - obviously - I really got along with the boy. Everyone thought he was a braindead himbo, but we’d shared many conversations about biochemistry during our time at camp. We were both total science geeks.
“What’s it about?”
“Yeah, what’s it about? Is it about lo-o-ove?”
The entire summer, the other councilors got a kick out of shipping us together. Ryan always got tense and embarrassed, but I always shrugged it off. I would’ve found it funny if it didn’t make Ryan so embarrassed. His eyes shifted to me, so I could tell he was done talking. 
“As if. What would that even be about?” I chortled. “It’s actually a paranormal podcast. The episode we were listening to was about this place, actually. The… Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”
“The who of the whatsit where now?” Kaitlyn inquired further, quirking a brow. “What’s the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry?”
“You don’t know about the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry?” Dylan sarcastically added. “Tell her about the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry, why don’t you?”
Ryan chuckled, and I was glad Dylan’s positivity was infectious. I continued, "It’s just this campfire story for the kids. It’s, um… the one Ryan told at some point. There’s supposedly an old lady who died in a fire a few years ago. She haunts the woods looking for her lost son. Pretty basic horror stuff. Ryan’s definitely the better story teller.”
“Yeah, uh,” Ryan started, "There are, like, reports of whispers, or whatever, and this figure that floats around. You know, textbook ghost stuff. Some people say that if she catches you alone, she’ll try to turn you into her son. Or, kill you, or something. I don’t know. It’s never really been clear. Anyways, Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”
I unlinked my arms and did some ecstatic jazz hands when he finished. Ryan chuckled, although he made sure to wrap his arm around my shoulders loosely.
“Y - you made that up,” Kaitlyn stuttered, somewhat rattled from the explanation. Again, Ryan was a great story teller.
“It’s right here in the podcast, man,” Ryan retorted, pulling his phone out momentarily. 
“Cool story, bro,” Jacob chided. 
“Seriously, though, Y/n’sright. You should’ve seen the first time he told the story at the campfire. They were scarred for life.”
A laugh bubbled in my throat, and Ryan quickly defended, "I mean, not for life…”
“What’s the hold up, Hacketteers?”
Our conversation was cut shot as our attention was drawn up to Chris Hackett, who was leaning on the rails above us. He still adorned his camp uniform and his keychain was strung around his neck. He had a friendly smile on his face, hands clasped together.
“Hey, yeah, uh - we’re nearly done, Mr. H!” Jacob called back, waving enthusiastically.
“Nearly done, huh? Get those butts in gear!” Chris playfully remarked.
“Sorry, Mr. H, we had to liberate some luggage,” Emma agreed.
“Shut up!” Abby hissed in embarrassment.
“Maybe if somebody didn’t spend so much time trying to impress his lady with his ghost story…” Kaitlyn chuckled.
“You asked!” Ryan shot back defensively, and pulling me closer. I had to hop and readjust my footing, not commenting on his tenseness. I knew that, even when spending time with the group all summer, he was still not too familiar with them. Minus Dylan, since he tried really hard to break the barrier.
“Ghost stories?”
“The Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”
Chris exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. “Ugh.”
“Hey, do you still have the van key, Mr. H?” Kaitlyn asked.
“Why, yes I do!” He stood straight and shuffled through his pockets. He sighed, though. “You know, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t stuck on. Back to the office I go. Give me a hand, wouldn’t you, Ryan?”
Ryan and Chris finally returned, and Ryan had the keys in hand. I stood up straight, crossing my arms in anticipation. As nice as a nature retreat was, I was eager to be in the modern world again. Oh, and to be away from all of the petty camp drama. And, no, I do not mean the kids. I meant the councilors, who had acted like middle schoolers all summer.
“Oh, okay,” Ryan agreed, reluctantly separating from me. He sent me one last glance as he went on his merry way. I watched in amusement as Dylan tried and failed to get his phone charged before we left. While I waited, I hoisted my suitcases into the trunk of the van and leaned against the car. I took note of how my fellow councilors were with each other. Nick and Abby would send fleeting, abashed glances at one another, Jacob looked miserable, Emma was… Emma, and Dylan was talking to Jacob about something silly.
“Wait, how did you get our phone back before the rest of us —" Dylan started.
“Because I never turned it in,” Ryan smugly interrupted.
“You should’ve turned it off before you handed it in, Dylan,” Chris stated. “Them’s the rules, you noob.”
I had a hard time resisting laughter from Chris’s attempted use of modern slang. I figured he got it from the kids. Chris handed Jacob the keys as he walked past. Ryan was quick to saddle up next to me, crossing his arms. Although he was comfortable with Mr. Hackett, it rubbed off now that he’d returned to the group.
“I try not to dwell on the past, man.”
“Good, because it’s time to dwell on the minivan and get on with our respective lives!” Jacob hopped into the front seat and I opened the side door, preparing to hop in. “Move it, let’s go!”
However, the van started making odd noises, and I took a step back with furrowed brows. It kept churning and the engine didn’t start at all. I tilted my head as Chris vocalized everyone’s thoughts.
“What’s the problem?”
“Ugh… dude, I don’t know. I - I think there’s something wrong with the engine, Mr. H,” Jacob answered, waving his arms expectantly.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Yeah, dude, it’s just like… kaput!”
Ryan frowned, walking up to the the window immediately. “Alright, let me try.”
“What? Dude, I’m telling you, alright, it’s busted!”
“‘Well, maybe you’re doing it wrong.”
“Duh, 'well maybe you’re doing it wrong’!” Jacob mocked, and Ryan froze in place.
“The fuck, dude?”
“Enough! Enough, both of you,” Chris intervened. “Shit. Come on, let’s go.”
“Alright, dude, chill!”
Chris and Jacob changed places, although it only yielded the same results. I walked over to Ryan, peering into the window with him. I rubbed his back, and his shoulders drooped just enough to satisfy me. However, another problem had clearly arisen as Chris’s expression morphed into stress.
“Damn it! I thought I told you kids to check everything!” he scolded angrily. 
“We did! It should be working…” Kaitlyn squeaked.
“Yeah, well, could and should doesn’t mean it is, does it?” He kept trying the engine, cursing even louder. He finally stepped out of the car, his hands trembling furiously. “Okay. Okay.”
“Well, what’s the big deal?” Jacob mentioned. “We’ll just have to spend another night here. It’s no biggie.”
“No. No!” he boomed. “Just stop. Let me think.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in disscontempt. He paused, and we all watched and waited expectantly. I already knew Ryan wasn’t happy about the prospect. Also, in the back of my mind, I suspected Jacob had something to do with the engine in a frivolous attempt to chase love.
Chris finally halted his pacing. “Okay, okay. You’re right. Yeah, you're right.” He suddenly tossed the keys our way, and Ryan caught them with ease. Confusion was plastered over all of our expressions at his outburst. “Hey, Ryan. Come here for a second.”
As he fled to his jeep, he beckoned the man over. Ryan followed, leaving me and Jacob in awe at the change of plans. I couldn’t hear much of what Chris had said, but as the jeep started up, I assumed Ryan would relay the information. Ryan was uneasy as the jeep sped away.
“Lock the doors!” Chris shouted. “And for god’s sake, keep the noise down!”
“So… what was that all about?” I inquired, and everyone’s attention went to Ryan.
“He, uh… said to stay inside. That we’re not leaving until the morning,” Ryan answered, scratching the side of his head in bewilderment.
“Are. You. Kidding. Me?” Emma sighed in irritation. 
“Em-m-m,” Jacob flirtatiously cooed.
“Are you kidding me? What are we supposed to do?” Emma boomed suddenly.
“Well, we should go inside. Like he said,” Ryan insisted.
“We could go inside until morning,” Dylan agreed. “Or… Or we could do something else.”
“What… are you talking about?”
“No Mr. Hackett. No screaming kids. Just a bunch of grown-ass adults ready to cut loose and get down with their animal side.”
“Oh-h-h, hell yeah!” Jacob cheered, catching on immediately.
“P-A-R-T-Y. Why the fuck not? It seems like the stars have aligned for us, no?”
Ryan was shaking his head insistently. I distanced myself from the van, joining the circle. His jaw was clenched and I could tell he was not on board. However, I clapped my hands in excitement, earning a glare from the boy.
“I’m totally down!” I agreed instantly. 
“Okay, okay, okay…”
“One last epic bonfire blowout for all time,” Dylan continued. 
“Jesus Christ,” Jacob grumbled.
He allowed us to collect our thoughts. Nobody was disagreeing, much to my joy. However, that was cut short by Ryan. “I don’t think he was just trying to freak us out, Jacob. I think he was really freaked out by something.”
“Chris seemed really serious about this, guys.”
Dylan shook his head. “Y/n, you’re in, obviously. Come on, Ryan. Just say you’re in. One last night won’t hurt any of us. He won’t even know.”
“Yeah, but I promised —"
“No, no, dude. It’s all good. Alright, we get it, you know,” Jacob taunted. “You, uh, don’t want to disappoint ‘daddy’.”
“Someone’s got to give a shit, dude —" Ryan aggressively continued, but I cut him off.
“He’s in, guys.” Ryan sent me a glare as I placed a hand on his shoulder. I sent him a reassuring smile. “Ryan, it’ll be fine. What do we have to worry about, bears?”
“Alright, alight, alright, Hacketteers! Party planning committee. Let’d do this! Um, okay,” Jacob began. “First things first. Nick and Abby, you go get some firewood. Um, Emma and I will go to the store for some supplies. And, uh, Dylan and Y/n, you just… I don’t know, figure out how to charge the phones or something. Alright, let’s do this!”
I was completely hyped for the party, a grin spreading on my face. Ryan still had a firm frown, but Dylan and I exchanged glances. We knew exactly what to do.
As the group dispersed, I grabbed both Ryan and Dylan’s arms, pulling us together. Ryan tug for freedom, suspicion laced in his eyes. I didn’t give him the chance to be a negative Nancy, though. “Ryan, you have the keys to Mr. Hackett’s lodge. Care to escort us?”
Ryan scoffed. “We’re already breaking enough rules as it is, Y/n —"
“Rules were meant to be broken, my friend,” Dylan chimed in, tugging us in the general direction of the office. 
Ryan sighed, caving, and we were off. Dylan was bursting with excitement, vocalizing his hopes that Jacob and Emma stumbled across some alcohol. Ryan was silent the whole walk. We finally arrived at the office and he pulled out the keys, unlocking the door. It swung open.
Dylan hopped into the room, leaving me and Ryan to linger in the doorway. “Alright… the inner sanctum!”
“It’s just an office.”
“This is where the magic happens,” he insisted, holding up his phone. 
“Yeah. Let’s just make this quick.” Ryan ushered me in, closing the door behind us. 
I wandered over to the desk curiously. I couldn’t help but pick up a family portrait of Chris and his kids. Ryan talked about them often, since he had a close, personal connection, but I’d only met them a few times. They seemed sweet, though.
“So… podcasts?” 
I set the frame back down, turning and leaning on the desk as I watched them engage in conversation. I appreciated how Dylan was trying to break down Ryan’s walls. He was going down the right path, too, since it was the same podcast that did it for our friendship.
Ryan nodded, straining a smile. “Yeah.”
“Alright.” He paused, trying to find a way to continue the conversation. “Uh, what’s it called? The one you’re listening to right now?”
“Uh, Bizarre Yet Bonafide.”
“So, like, ghosts and stuff?”
Ryan scratched his neck. “It’s like… the weird and wonderful.” Dylan had opened the dam, much to my joy. “Digging up weird mysteries and discussing if they’re, well, bonafide.”
“‘Boner’ fide. Get it? Boner? Heh.”
“God, you’re such a child,” I giggled, embarrassed by how much he’d secretly made me laugh. Ryan glanced at me, while Dylan sent me finger guns. 
“Your wit knows no bounds.”
“So… should we check out what Mr. H keeps in his private den of sin?”
“Ah, I don’t know, man. I feel weird going through his stuff.”
“Okay, well, I don’t. I mean, come on, what kind of dirty secrets does the owner of a summer camp have anyways?”
Ryan scoffed, his eyes sending me a plea. “You’ve got my back, don’t you, Y/n? It’s a little mean to snoop around.”
Both of their eyes remained on me. I bit my lip and shrugged. “I always have your back, Ryan. Except now. Because I have a hunch that Mr. Hackett has a secret stash of beer in this room as we speak.”
“Hell yeah, he does. Or maybe a sex dungeon!”
“Escandelo.”
Ryan sighed, leaning against the wall. The keys were dangling in his hand. Dylan walked around the desk, inspecting the contents. I went over and plopping in the wheeled chair, laying back to relax. I for one would leave the exploration up to Dylan and his beautiful brain. And I would leave the brooding to Ryan, because at this point, he was pretty darn good at it.
I giggled as I spun in the chair, which made Ryan join me by the desk. “I could get used to this chair, baby-y-y.”
Ryan snickered, gazing at me fondly. “You better hope Mr. H doesn’t catch you taking his baby out for a joyride.”
Dylan went over to the bedroom door, but to his chagrin, it was locked. He tried the handle again with a pout. Ryan’s attention was brought back to the man, all fondness from his eyes fading. It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t having a good time.
“Yo, my guy, toss me the keys.”
“Uh, so you can poke around in Chris’s private area?”
“I’m sorry, is that something that only you’re allowed to do?”
Ryan scowled.
“Come on, what’s the harm in looking? You’re not a little bit curious? I’m not going to touch anything.”
“Sure you will, Dylan,” I chuckled fro the sidelines.
“…Fine. Don’t let me regret it.”
Ryan tossed him the keys, which Dylan caught with ease. He unlocked the door before tossing them back. I leaned my head against the chair and shut my eyes. Ryan walked off, but ruffled my hair before doing so. I wasn’t surprised that he was accompanying Dylan. 
I was convinced that if Ryan was a little more openminded, he and Ryan would have great chemistry.
“Woah, hey…!”
“Hey, hey! Maybe we shouldn’t…”
I listened from the sidelines as they explored the other room. The conversation quickly died off. I still heard it from a distance, but it seemed they were exploring some sort of bathroom. I let them explore. I was planning on saving a nap for the ride home, but now that that wasn’t happening anytime soon…
“Hey, we’re all done here.”
I gasped, startled at the close proximity Ryan was at. He was right beside the chair, while Dylan was cheekily standing with his phone in hand. Ryan laughed at my reaction, but I was quick to hop to my feet. 
“It’s not that cool —"
“God, Y/n, you won’t believe what we found —"
“Mr. H has a secret room in his closet! All sorts of security cameras are set up around the camp. Plus, he has all sorts of blueprints. Isn’t that weird as hell?”
“Damn, really? I want to see —"
“No, nope,” Ryan interjected again, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “We should be off then. For someone who’s looking to party, though, you can’t seem to stay awake.”
I pouted, sending the man a playful glare. “You guys were taking forever. And Dylan, you can’t tell me there wasn’t even one bottle of beer around?”
“Nope. Notta. Except for his deep dark secrets, Mr. H is incredibly dull.”
I groaned, allowing the pair and I to leave. I was still little tired out, but once we joined the group again, I knew my energy would be up. There was a pep in my step, although Ryan always made sure to calm me down regardless. We sauntered up to the campfire, where Kaitlyn had just finished taking a photo.
“Hey Kaitlyn, guess what! Mr. H is a voyeuristic creep,” Dylan declared, separating from us. Ryan immediately sighed, but I giggled, indicating that the man had been doing. “He has hidden cameras everywhere, and a secret room.”
“No, that’s not —"
“Back up. What?”
“His eyes are everywhere. He’s always watching us.”
“Well, actually, he just watches the trails,” I spoke up. “He’s probably keeping an eye out for stray campers and bears.”
“Exactly, Y/n. Thank you.”
“Oh.” Kaitlyn backed down, no longer caring about the new information.
“So, uh… what’s going on here? Everything ready?” Ryan inquired awkwardly.
“I did see a weird light in the treehouse across the lake,” Kaitlyn admitted. “It was pretty spooky. Maybe it’s that Hag you’re so obsessed with.” Ryan laughed haughtily, but Kaitlyn continued, "You know, I just realized we may never see each other again after tonight. I mean, other than you two, since you literally live with each other, but…”
“You’re just realizing that?” Dylan chuckled.
“I’m just trying to set the mood!”
Dylan plopped down on some wood, fetching a playlist on his phone. Ryan pulled me over to sit too, and I leaned against his shoulder as we waited. It was just in time, too, because Nick and Abby rejoined the group. And right after, with a goddamn wheelbarrow, Jacob and Emma appeared.
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