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dearsnow · 2 years

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

CAUSE AND EFFECT

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

word count: 1,214

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try me.”

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

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

“I like you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too.”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cause: avoiding Dylan.

Effect: getting a boyfriend.

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grievedeeply · 2 years

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hello :D could u maybe do some hcs on wht dylan lenivy would be like as a boyfriend nd what kinda stuff him and reader would do together

sure!! decided to combine this with another request because they're essentially the same thing. i hope you both enjoy!

gn!reader

tags: @alisblackgf @seasidesamir @pra-xiis @willowroom @evaavaughn @blackhoodlea @ziplokz | tag list form

tws: amputation (dylan's hand post game), mentioned violence but nothing descriptive

dating dylan lenivy headcanons (the quarry)

first off, he is so funny. he always knows just what to say to make you laugh and to cheer you up. he's the funniest person you've probably ever met and he knows it. he makes the strangest jokes ever but you always at least chuckle at them, just because it's him telling them

he's much more than just his jokes, though. he's compassionate and very caring. he's putting you before himself every chance he gets

dylan falls for you first. you're sweet to the kids and you're always checking up on him. you're able to read him really well. you know that his jokes are just a front right from the beginning

he confesses to you first and you almost think he's just being playful until you look up at him and see the completely serious expression on his face

it results in a long, heartfelt conversation about your feelings towards each other and you'd been dating ever since

when the events of the game happen, the two of you are stuck together like glue. you tell him, "if you die, i die" and he feels the insatiable urge to try to protect you

after dylan's hand gets cut off, he worries you won't like him anymore. of course, you reassure him and even make jokes about it to cheer him up. he thinks he's a fool for even thinking that you'd leave him because of his hand

as an amputee, he struggles with phantom pains (a pain that feels like it's coming from a body part that's no longer there). he pokes fun at it a lot, but you can tell that he's actually really scared because of the loss of his limb and having to adjust to a new life without it

he has to relearn how to do a lot of basic things with one hand and you're there for him every step of the way. he expresses his gratitude a lot. he'd be lost without you, and a lot more tears would be shed if he didn't have you around

he's definitely the type of guy to show you off to anyone. if someone even brings you up he goes, "oh yeah, my partner". he is so head over heels for you it annoys all of the other counselors

they're all really happy for both of you, don't get me wrong. dylan just rubs the fact that he got some in their faces (affectionately) and it makes jacob very frustrated

he's affectionate, both in public and in private. he's happy with PDA and he'll actually encourage it if it's something you're okay with. he does love to show you off, as mentioned before <3

an arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours, a light touch on your face to brush your hair away. he loves touching you, and it's one of his love languages

he's a gentle person. he can come off as loud and (slightly) annoying at first, but he's the opposite. he wants to be liked by people and usually just puts up an act in front of those he doesn't know that well in the beginning

he gives great hugs. they're so comforting. his height is an added bonus in any form of physical affection with him. he makes you feel so safe

dylan talks a lot about your future with him and it's clear that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. he brings up marriage often and you just roll your eyes. you're both young, but you wonder what being married to him would be like

even though he makes jokes about 'wifing you up' (he'll use this term no matter your identity unless you don't like it), he actually means it. he's so serious about spending his life with you because he just adores you so much

he's defensive over you and your image, especially when you aren't around. he takes no one talking poorly about you and he makes it known that if someone has a problem with you, then that extends to him too

he's a great listener and he knows what to say to comfort you. he can be serious but his jokes also cheer you up a lot when you're feeling down

dylan's love for you is so obvious. he's completely fallen for you and you have him wrapped around your finger even if you don't realize it

he looks at you with the softest expression on his face and love in his eyes. he admires you and everything you do

he's so proud of you and he makes sure you know it. every time you do anything he's always telling you about how well you did it or how good it looks

he's never met anyone who understands him as well as you do. you never push him too far and you're checking in on him all the time, asking him about his day and how he's doing

it might be the bare minimum to some people, but you're doing that and more. if he's feeling bad, you bring him whatever he needs. he does the exact same for you

you both have a very heathy relationship and dylan knows for a fact that he found the one person destined for him

he's your number one fan <3 he plans on bothering (loving) you for a very long time

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jell0buss-37 · 2 years

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Dylan Lenivy comfort Headcannons!

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

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

"GASP- That bastard did WHAT!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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biggestxsimps · 11 months

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Lost Lover

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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geasthewritingrat · 2 years

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First “I love you”

Pairings; Dylan Lenivy x reader Gender neutral/male reader! Since Dylan is gay, any works involving him romantically will be more male reader oriented, but most of my content could also be read as gender neutral unless stated otherwise. I know nothing of summer camps. My only knowledge comes from American media, so anything that’s odd or not 100% accurate is something I threw in with blind panic.

You’re rambling, you know you are, but you just can’t seem to stop. Was it the excitement? The surprise? Who knows. Sharing a cabin with Dylan for the past month or so has allowed the two of you to become impossibly close, building a firm foundation of trust and joy that formed an official relationship after a few long nights filled with cheesy jokes and uncontrolled giggles. But there were still a few things you didn’t know about each other, a few grey areas left untouched. So, being as completely and utterly enamoured with you as he is, he asked for you to tell him about the thing - or things - you’re most passionate about.

And so you did.

Admittedly, there was a thick air of uncertainty and surprise when he’d first shown interest in your hobbies & knowledge, but after analysing his genuine smile (honestly, you just wanted to stare at his face for a few seconds longer, he’s gorgeous) and gentle encouragement, you decided to tell him about your most prized passion.

Now here you are, letting words tumble unceremoniously from your lips like a waterfall of enthusiasm, but the only thing Dylan can pay attention to is the light in your eyes, the way you beam in excitement when you remember something else to add to your never-ending sentence, the exaggerated movements of your expression and hands. He practically had hearts in his eyes as he rested his chin on his hand, not a single sentence floating from your lips leaving it’s impression in his mind.

You pause, briefly, eyes flicking up to meet his to gauge his interest. He stopped hearing your words long ago, too entranced in your joy to take in anything else, but he could still recognise that they’d stopped. Before he could stop them, the words spill from his lips in a breathless, content sigh,

“I love you.”

He doesn’t realise he’s said it aloud - those three words repeat so loudly in his head like a never-ending mantra that he truly thought he was still silently enjoying your presence - but you’ve been quiet far too long with wide eyes and breath caught in your throat. Taking his chin off of his hand, he scrambles to fix his words, though barely anything coherent leaves him.

In a way, this is perfectly on-brand for him. The heart eyes and goofy grin always present on his adorable face whenever you’re in view gave him away, but you truly weren’t expecting it to happen like this. Before he can bully himself into oblivion, you call his name to catch his attention, and the words he’d eagerly been anticipating this whole time presented themselves as a rush of pure happiness.

“I love you too.”

- Thank you for reading! This was my first work for Dylan (hopefully there’ll be many more to come) and I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you, my friend, have been awesome, never forget that. Go out there with love in your heart and spread it to those around you, we all need a bit of help from time to time. -

#i wrote this real quickly cause i saw the prompt and had an idea #so it's not as polished as it could be #but i liked writing it and if you're this far in the tags im assuming you did too #either that or you hated it and are all what the fuck is this guy's deal what excuse does he have this time #which is also valid!#but if that's the case then please don't tell me i like living in ignorance #the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan x reader #the quarry dylan #the quarry dylan x reader #gay #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #male reader #x gn reader

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bowieandqueen11 · 6 months

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Dylan Lenivy With A Protective S/O Would Include...

Request: Dylan from the quarry with an s/o who’s like really strong. Like wrestle bears strong (or in the quarry case wrestle werewolves strong) and is very protective. Like i mean picking Dylan up and running or taking hits for him.

I genuinely love Dylan so much time to work through my writer's block for him bby!! :)

Warning: Strong language, mentions of blood/ injury, mentions of guns and werewolf attacks!

(I do not own the Quarry or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @moafleco.)

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

Dylan Lenivy: darling boy, absolute light of my life!! I full on expected to come into this game and have Max be my favourite because I loved Skyler Gisondo in Booksmart and Night at the Museum 3 but Dylan really side swept my ass here and stole my heart I've got to be honest.

You can bet your ass during the whole Werewolf Attack night at Hackett's Quarry, Dylan will use whatever battery is left on his phone sending you cheesy texts just to check in and make sure you're okay. Be ready for your phone to ding about a thousand times a minute, until Kaitlyn finally cracks and shoves it, still vibrating, into one of the cubbies in the nurse's office.

'Hey sweet... baby-heart! Wait that sounds weird let me start again. Hellooo there sweetheart!❤️🥰 just wanted to make sure ❓that you’re still alive! 💘😖 and not ripped apart! 🤞❌ anyway love you please don’t get eaten by a swarm of bears!! 🐻😘'

Ryan had the joy of reading that one over his shoulder in the radio shack, and the groan he emitted was so loud they both ended up having to pitch over each other and duck under the table because it drew Caleb back up onto the roof.

The poor guy keeps peering out between the slats of the radio shack window like a scared meerkat popping up from behind towering rocks, thinking he can see you float past in a mist of lucent white, weaving through the treeline. He keeps pacing back and forth, back and forth sweating buckets because he's so terrified, and so ashamed that he's cowering in here while you may be in danger out there. Even Ryan's awkward offer to let Dylan borrow his earphones for a while: to sit with his knees drawn up to his chest in the corner and just breathe for a minute while Ryan kept watch, was met with an uncharacteristic sharp intake of breath and manic shake of the head.

So when you come bursting through the rickety door: drenched from head to toe in Nick's metallic reeking blood and propping Chris Hackett's shotgun in your arms, neither of the two men know what to do. But when a crash of lightning makes the full moon glowing behind your head shudder, making the pulsating umbra shrouding your head seem all the more monstrous, Dylan suddenly does.

The man starts screaming in a key that only dogs had a chance of hearing.

When he finally realises that it's you and not - you know - the 'Hag of Hackett's Quarry', and he's spent enough time bent over with his hands resting on his knees trying to catch his breath, the nervous butterflies in the pit of his stomach suddenly turn into somersaults. You came back for him. You came to save him. You care for him that much: love him that much, that you were willing to risk your own life just to try and save his.

Even though he's known you since you were seven years old: even though the two of you had met all those years ago during your first week at this very same camp, catching each other's eyes and waving as he bundled up to Chris' office with a brand new tape player he had restored in his arms, and you helped one of the younger girls pull her luggage out from the back of her parent's van, the true extent of how much he could fucking love someone hits him like air freshener to the face.

Even though the two of you used to sneak out of your bunks and meet up at midnight in the Shady Glade, bumping down beside each other on the dewy grass, constantly craving each other’s company. You made him blush one night, when you suddenly grabbed his hand and intertwined his growing fingers over your smaller ones, pointing up at the moon, and the glowing stars, not realising the little side eye, euphoric look he would give you.

Even though his heart had flipped over there and then: greedily gorging and festering in his chest, even though he had spent years stifling the feeling until he learnt that he was lucky enough to have it returned, it still shocked him to realise you didn't see him as a waste of space. As a spent joke.

And then his hand gets bit, and everything changes. It must have looked at least a little bit funny when it happened, considering there was not a chance in hell you were about to let any mystical creature drag off your poor boyfriend. As soon as Dylan got swung up to the roof: screaming and begging for you and Ryan to get him down, you jumped onto the desk and latched yourself on Dylan's back like koala bear. Your legs are quick to wrap around his waist until your heels kick up onto the slats, your arms wrapping around his waist until you manage to reach past and grab onto thick handfuls of warm... oozing fur.

With a swift punch to the snout, the two of you fall unceremoniously to the floor in a resounding crash. You managed to cover most of Dylan's moans during your fall by cradling him into your stomach, taking most of the brunt of the force. The poor guy for a moment just curls up on top of you in a state of wide-eyed shock, the side of his cheek heavy as he smooshed it against the side of your jaw. It's almost domestic: almost sweet, as he tugs his legs up between your knees and hides his eyes by turning his head into the curve of your neck. It's the same manner in which he wakes up every morning, hiding himself by nestling himself into you every time the sunrise comes falling through the dusty cracks of the Quarry's alpine blinds and makes him jolt awake.

This time, though. This time is far worse. Because then he starts laughing: a hoarse, shaking, unnerving noise that seems to seep through your throat and make you choke on your tongue. You do your best to grab onto his biceps as he starts shaking, his hands beginning to ball into your shirt as the reality of what's just happened to him settles in.

This man has seen enough horror movies in his life. If he's going to die, he wants to do it lying here in your arms.

Before he knew what was happening, he's being lifted up into your arms bridle style and rushed out towards the pool house. The whole way there, despite the agonising pain he's in, he keeps pressing his lips into your collar bone and giggling like a school boy caught head over heels by his crush. Even when your hands finally slip off from underneath his knees and you gently perch him on the edge of a sink, he's still cradling the side of his head on his neck and looking down at you as if you hung every star in that unbridled sky. It doesn't matter if you're trying to use a cloth to clear some of the blood from underneath his eyebags, or using some bandage Abi found in one of the pool lockers, this man is too busy trying to spend every second he has left as him enraptured by you. That means you have to work with him biting his bottom lip and smiling wonkily as he dodges the cloth and instead grabs onto your fingers, pulling them to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles one by one languidly. He looks so soft - so goddamn soft as he nudges his cheek against your intertwined hands, letting them rest against the side of his face.

He gets really fidgety, and it's then that you suddenly understand he's asking for a reassurance kiss: for the knowledge that you're not going to leave him. He’ll never say it outright, because deep down he’s too embarrassed and touch starved to admit it, but you can always tell. He has so many give away signs: he starts looking down at the floor, taps his feet against the tiles and fidgets his hips back against the porcelain, plays with his fingers by threading them through each other until you lean up to kiss the tip of his nose, and then he just beams with pure, unbridled happiness.

'You're so beautiful, you know that?' Even with the tendrils beginning to twist up his forearm, even half delirious with the stress of what had been happening that night, even thinking he's about to die he's still thinking of you. Worried about you. Desperate for you to know, that it's always been you. That it's all you.

'Dylan... I love you too, but if you keep putting yourself in danger to save everyone else I'm going to kick you into Lake Septimus ass first, okay?'

'Look, I've never met the guy, and although I'm sure he's lovely you're the only person I want to fall ass first onto', he replies, trying his best to hide how his eyes were starting to burn: how his eyes were beginning to crinkle with the effort of stopping his face contorting in pain by cupping your cheeks with his large palms and pressing a lingering, needy kiss against the side of your mouth.

'Ew. Gross, guys.' You turn your head to raise an amused eyebrow at Kaitlyn, but she only shakes her head and turns her attention back to the knitting gash on Nick's leg.

He seems to spend half of the time hiding behind your back! Like, you can just feel the slight tremble as his slender fingers touch your shoulder, and then the growing shadow against the lodge chimney as he jolts behind you. He's trying his best, bless his heart, even though the way he tucks the jut of his chin into your shoulder blade and grabs onto your biceps restricts you from shooting off Caleb when he comes clambering up the stairs towards the two of you.

But also even though he knows you're super bad ass he is 100% ready to launch himself, full-body starfish jump, in harm's way at the first sign of danger. Such as when Emma comes jumping out of the minivan, and Dylan straight away launches you away from him and nearly bearhugs her to the stony ground. Thankfully, you manage to tear off a branch from one of the encircling pine trees and strike the werewolf off Dylan; a near home run hit had her scrambling off into the woodland again as fast as her four legs could carry her. For a moment, your boyfriend just lounges against the dirt, shaky breath only interrupted by the sound of his wincing as he begins to flick pebbles off the deep scratches lining his elbow. Then, before you can even blink, he comes scrambling on his hands and knees towards you like a prowling predator, before melting into you. His arms are quick to lock behind your hamstrings; Dylan doesn't even bother to get up off his knees, he just shoves his head into your bellybutton and refuses to move until he can feel your fingers card through his scalp.

'Oh my god!', he finally starts, once you begin to unlatch his rusted fingers from around his legs by pulling at them one by one. 'I can't believe you never told me!'

'Told you what?'

'That you're secretly the sports coach! I knew Jacob was too much of a butthead - I just knew he was too busy playing hookup to look after the kids. That's the real tea from this summer.'

For real though - it doesn't matter where you are: turn around and Dylan's on your heels like your own personal walking, talking, screeching shadow. You have a bet with Kaitlin on whether he's managed to build a teleporting machine during his free time in the radio shack, because you could be down scouting the kitchen and he could be up looking at the weird family pictures in the lodge's attic, but at the first sound of any kind of howl he's there. You barely have time to duck down behind the counter before your boyfriend has made you jump out of your skin; he's standing right by the freezer (how tf did he manage to get all the way there without you hearing him??), completely out of breath and holding a cast iron skillet in his hands like a baseball bat.

'What?', he shrugs down at you with a tired smirk, putting his free hand on his hip and wiggling them a little. 'My mom always told me that it's better to be prepared than to catch anything unexpected. And I'm not letting you get bit too.'

'I'm... not quite sure that's what she meant. But thanks, sweetie.'

The nickname has his face burning a deep-set roseate for the next thirty minutes.

And then the two of you meet Laura, and this man's world just turns upside down. You turn down her offer to join her in trying to find Chris Hackett and end all of this for good, but from where Dylan was sitting on the bench next to the rattling window, he missed out on your reasoning why. He missed out on how you'd admitted that your sole focus: your one care now was to make sure that Dylan was safe. That you cared about him more than anything, and Mr. H could go to hell as far as you're concerned. You had to make sure Dylan survived the night.

Dylan's eyebrows crumpled when you came, cross armed, to unsteadily take a seat next to him again. He was too nervous to ask what the two of you had agreed, so he just fiddled with his thumbs and let the idea that he was holding you back darken his thoughts.

That he was a hinderance. That he was an annoyance.

He doesn't know what else to do, so as the two of you head out to the Hackett scrapyard in search of a new rotor arm, he takes up every silent moment by cracking wise. It starts to worry you - the way he can barely touch you. How he holds his hands in near claws against the meat of his biceps: how he barely lets his leg brush against yours before he jolts away again as if electrified. He even seems anxious when you reach out and grip onto his hand, his hold limp and loose as he lets it sway uneasily in the growing gap between your bodies.

He's just so afraid that if he lets go now, you'll be letting go of him forever. So he doesn't want to hold on at all. He feels it will be easier this way: kinder to you, to feel as if he's just drifting off with the breeze, a fond memory of long summers spent at some strange, long forgotten Quarry.

But you know him far too well not to register the full-blown panic behind his eyes as he dares to take a glance over at you. So please, shove this guy up against the nearest trunk of a tree, hold him up by shoving your knee in-between the seams of his thighs, and kiss him silly until all he can do is saunter off with a dopey smile and a brain so far up in the clouds all he can do is laugh rather than string together a sentence!!!

Literally I feel like this would heal him. Give this poor bby the love he's so desperately craving.

Straight up hefting him over your shoulder and carrying him away from Caleb in the scrapyard. The confused look on Kaitlyn's face as her head slowly turns to follow the set of you sprinting past with a screaming Dylan folded over your back like a snapped ruler is mfcking hilarious I'm not going to lie.

You refuse to leave him in the crane. Not even when he's gouging into the balls of your shoulders, crying and yelling and begging you to leave. To run. To get the hell away from him while you still can. Between his tormented yelps, you do your best to grab onto his face despite how forcefully his body's contorting. Despite how his fingernails are starting to cut into your skin and send blood blooming out in wispy tendrils across your shirt. You just place your thumbs up against the darkness obscuring the sides of his eyes and try to keep Dylan looking at you. To try and make him understand, to try and make sure the last thing he saw before he turned was you not leaving him. Not Ever.

#the quarry #the quarry imagine #dylan lenivy #dylan lenivy imagine #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy headcanons #dylan the quarry #dylan the quarry imagine #dylan the quarry x reader #dylan the quarry headcanons

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homebyeleven · 2 years

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me reading every the quarry imagine to ever exist before i sleep

#the quarry #the quarry imagine #the quarry game #ryan erzahler x reader #kaitlyn ka x reader #emma mountebank x reader #jacob custos x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #nick furcillo x reader #abigail blyg x reader #travis hackett x reader #chris hackett x reader #hackett’s quarry

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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montysstuffs · 2 years

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The boys and their kinks 💕

AN: I literally did this in an hour. There’s probably so many mistakes. I’m sorry. Y’all don’t kill me, but I think Nick is an absolute sleaze ball. Y’all saw how rough he was being with our girl Abi! I know Dylan’s isn’t that long and I do apologize. I’ll write more next time!

TW: breeding kink, dacryphilia, body worship, sensory deprivation, humiliation, public play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, edging, overstimulation, role reversal.

Ryan: He’s my bias, you guys. I love him and will not accept any criticism of him.

Body worship: It goes two ways with him. He’s so touch starved (more than he would like to admit). If you kiss him unexpectedly, his mood will instantly change. He wants to touch every inch of you. He grabs hungrily at the fat of your thighs and ass. The shy demeanor completely melting away when you two are alone. Or better yet, dragging your fingernails slowly against his skin, or under his shirt. Makes our sweet boy feral. Sensory deprivation maybe): He wants you to be tied down and blindfolded while you listen to an erotic audio. You bare all to him. This is what he likes the most. None of the fleeting glances. Not undressing you with his eyes. Just you spread eagle and waiting for him. Anticipating his every move. He finally got to look at you in all of your glory. He can’t help himself but to reach out and touch you. His fingertips grazing over your soft belly, towards your hips. He mind softly as your breath hitches. His reaction is to pinch softly at the rolls there. Savoring every whimper you have. He can feel your body heat up in embarrassment. Smiling to himself, he whispers, “it’s okay baby. I’ll take good care of you.” Knowing you can’t hear him was the best part. He could say every obscenity that has ever crossed his mind about you, and you wouldn’t have a clue. Breeding kink: He just can’t help himself. The way you’re panting and moaning under him only makes him want it even more. Besides, you’re so good with kids. A warmth spreads across his body when you are doing activities with the kids. That’s why he’s got you on your back, lookin up at him with those pretty eyes. Tell him that you love him. That he’s so good. As soon as he hears the magic words, he’ll give you every last drop. That’s the ticket

Nick: (y’all when he got bit by a werewolf and became toxic! mean.) He’s an absolute sleaze ball. Literally asks you what kinda panties you’re wearing.

Degrading/praise: This man is so FUCKING VULGAR

“Don’t you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you. I wanna see you make those slutty faces while fuck you.

“Atta girl, take daddy just like that. Let daddy use this body” he has those big hands that cup your face lovingly while his cock splits you open.

Dacryphilia: His favorite position is missionary, so he can see how broken his princess is. It’s quite bittersweet, how he’s so lovingly calling you sweet names. And yet he’s getting his fill of you. It’s almost too much: A perverse smirk crosses his face as he rails into you. Your sniveling was getting him closer and closer to his peak. Your overstimulation resulting in tears should have made him pull away. The tears welling up in your eyes should’ve made him ask what was wrong. But until he hears that safe word, he’ll lick up those tears for you. (Maybe even call you a crybaby while he’s at it). Humiliation: he’s a bit possessive of his territory. possessive boyfriend Nick who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum. He’s always stealing your panties when he does so, too. He’s an absolute degenerate. Loves to get a reaction out of his shy girl. Will go as far as pulling you over to the nearest, sturdiest tree, and hiking your skirt/dress up. It’s in the middle of the night, so there’s no chance of anyone catching you. But that doesn’t make it any less exciting. Though, the other counselors may have an idea when you come back to the lodge with

Jacob: I know y’all saw him in that little ass crop top 🥵🥵🥵🥵 and those little ass hoochie daddy shorts. I could just eat him up 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Public play: Has no qualms with taking you anywhere. It’s more of the thought that any of the counselors could hear you, that turns him on. He’ll put his fingers in your mouth to “attempt” to silence you. But you both know that he wants everyone to hear. Role-reversal (I guess?): basically, he loves being topped. He’s already so emotionally vulnerable, but when he’s physically vulnerable like this, he’s in heaven. He loves when you put all of your weight on him when you slam down your hips. Loves how your head is thrown back, revealing your beautiful neck. His first thought is to leave you with so many love bites.

Dylan

I headcanon him to be the biggest sub.

Praise kink: Baby honestly just wants a bit of validation. Tell him how good he’s making you feel. How cute and pretty he is when he’s all flustered and needy for your touches and kisses. Every sarcastic comment flying out of his head once you get him alone. Edging: he loves both giving AND receiving the edging. Keep giving him all your lovin until the last minute, then deny this sweet boy his release. Overstimulation: Right after you allow him his release, milk him for everything he’s worth. His salty tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his heaving chest is what sets you over the edge.

#ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #nick furcillo #jacob custos #ryan erzhaler smut #dylan lenivy smut #nick furcillo smut #Jacob custos smut #the quarry #supermassive games #the quarry smut #Ryan erzhaler x reader #nick furcillo x reader #Jacob custos x reader #Dylan lenivy x reader #miles robbins #justice smith #zach tinker #evan evagora

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kokomos · 10 months

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*°; 𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘽𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 ✦ ‧˚.

dylan lenivy relationship headcanons

+ As the self-proclaimed 'master of music', Dylan is always sharing songs with you. He gets so excited when he listens to something new and it makes him think of you, he has a long ass playlist of songs in your name.

+ He kinda dreads the serious stuff in relationships, he wants everything to stay upbeat and lighthearted.

+ This means you're probably gonna have to take the lead communication-wise, it makes him super uncomfortable to talk about his real feelings.

+ He's such a good support system, though! He appreciates the balance between you two and it affirms his belief that you two are "meant to be".

+ Good at hiding it, but he is riddled with anxiety most days. Some handholding and a couple kisses would help him a lot though (his words, not mine lol).

+ PDA makes him nervous!! He tries to put on a tough face but you really should go easy on him if you guys are in front of other people, even his friends.

+ While working at the camp together, he'll use up most of his energy trying to get you to goof off with him, it doesn't matter how hard you try to stay committed to your responsibilities, you always end up somewhere secluded with your hands all over him. This results in a lot of reprimanding from Chris and too much teasing from the counselors.

+ "I can understand young love, Dylan, but your job comes first! The kids are counting on you, your friends are, I am… blah blah blah"

+ Chris makes such crappy arguments you're leaving your cabin that night to meet up with Dylan again.

+ He loves the thrill from disobeying authority, it makes him feel like a carefree kid again. It's why he likes to tease you a lot! He just loves playing around and wants to make you laugh.

+ Speaking of playing, the kids at the camp see him as one of their own since he's one of the few counselors who will take full part in their shenanigans. It's pretty cute until you find yourself being targeted by a child army under Dylan's command.

+ Takes the most pride in his humor, he adores the sound of your laugh so he'll do anything to hear it again and again.

+ Not necessarily the jealous type, but he can feel threatened if he sees you laughing a lot at someone's jokes.

+ Absolutely loves that he's taller than you even if it's only by a couple inches, he'll take any opportunity to remind you just how small you are compared to him. His signature move is coming up behind you and stretching his big arms over your whole frame to get what you were reaching for.

+ If you're taller than him, he's constantly standing on his tippy toes to close the gap. He secretly likes being smaller than you because he's usually the biggest person in the room and this lets him take on a different role for once.

+ He wants you to take the lead when you two get intimate, despite the attitude he can catch with the others, he's always been more than eager to do whatever you tell him to.

+ He's really so sweet, he loves being good for you.

+ Dylan's also got that secret smart side he likes to keep tightly under wraps unless he gets to flex in front of you lol. He's can't help but get cocky when he sees how impressed you are with his random quantum physics facts/rants.

+ A man who needs a lot of reassurance. It's hard for him to believe you actually want to be with him considering the fake personalities he plays into in order to 'protect' himself.

+ Needs someone who can see him as he is, who really likes him for him and not the persona he created to get through his nervous start at the camp.

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a/n: this was written with a male or gn reader in mind, dylan is gay!!

#dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy headcanons #dylan lenivy imagine #dylan lenivy fluff #the quarry x reader #the quarry headcanons #the quarry imagine

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dearsnow · 2 years

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Could we get some Dylan x fem reader headcanons for the reader and Dylan having a thing and she gets her period while at camp, and how he reacts to it? If not that’s totally ok! Thank you!!!!!

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👉🏻👈🏻

PERIOD TROUBLE

[PT. 2] Nick & Jacob

- headcanons for how dylan reacts to you getting your period! (gn but afab reader)

a/n - i changed it from fem reader to gn so everyone with a period can enjoy, i hope you don’t mind >< also i’m on my period rn :0 what a coinkydink. requests are still open!!

- he notices you seem to be in pain and becomes worried, so he decides to ask what’s wrong in his own very sweet way

- “did the camp food give more people food poisoning?”

- “i’m on my period”

- cue Dylan.exe shutting down

- he does NOT know how to react. His first instinct is to make jokes but he knows it’ll probably make the situation worse

- he does it anyways.

- after that, though, he’ll be weirdly nice to you. Like sharing his smuggled candy nice and playing your favorite song over the morning announcements nice.

- he asked Ryan “so hypothetically if your significant other is on their period how do you help them?”. Ryan is also clueless and said “why would I know?”

- he then went to Kaitlyn who made fun of him (she gave him some advice after)

- he’s literally a megavirgin and doesn’t really know how to help but he does his best

- he gets a bit clingier after he figures everything out. He’s holding your hand more, hugging you, just generally being more affectionate because he’s glad you feel comfortable enough with him to share about your period. Give him enough time and he’ll be koala cuddling you with his long ass limbs

- he WILL be your own personal heat pack whenever you need it

- all in all he’s very supportive but also a bit awkward about it

- 10/10 service

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

#solar eclipse.#dylan lenivy x reader #dylan leviny #the quarry #the quarry x reader #dylan headcanons #dylan x reader #dylan the quarry x reader #the quarry dylan #the quarry dylan x reader #the quarry headcanons #dylan lenivy imagine

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grievedeeply · 2 years

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Can you do the main “The Quarry” protagonists with an ambiverted S/O (like an introvert AND extrovert) please? Thank you.

i decided not to include everyone because there are 9 protaganists, also this was so hard to write (which is why it's so short) because i could find nothing on ambiverts. whoops. but thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy anyways!

tags: @alisblackgf @seasidesamir @sera-wonderland @sl0thsblog @pra-xiis @willowroom (you will be tagged in headcanons as long as one of the characters you listed is included in them) | tag list

gn!reader

tws: violence (as expected)

emma, max, dylan, ryan and nick (the quarry) with an ambiverted s/o

emma mountebank

she will definitely help you get out of your shell at first. she's the theater counselor and knows exactly how to help you be more comfortable when talking to other people

when you show your extroverted side around people other than her, she's so happy for you! she lets you know how proud she is of you (a lot, she's very supportive)

she's always finds it interesting how easily you can flip back and forth between depending on how you're feeling. she wishes she could do the same, but she's way too outgoing for that. she really admires you and learns a lot about how to interact with the ambiverted kids through her relationship with you

max brinly

i picture max as an ambivert, so he definitely understands how it feels. sometimes you'll be feeling more introverted than him and vice versa, but your relationship works really well despite that

you two understand each other really well and know exactly how you're feeling. it's like you can read each others minds and it's really sweet

he's very friendly with everyone but he's definitely got a limit on his extroverted ways. he needs breaks every now and then and he's glad he's got you around to understand that part of him so well

dylan lenivy

he's so confused at what an ambivert is before he met you. he genuinely has no idea what they are because he thinks of people as more introverted or extroverted depending on how they act

but you're somewhere in the middle of that, and it fascinates him. you can switch between those two things so easily depending on your mood and your goals and it makes him laugh sometimes

he really admires you though. your personality is actually very cute to him and he adores you being an ambivert because it's so different compared to what he is

ryan erzhalher

ryan is completely understanding of you feelings from the start, even before you get together and you're just friends. he understands and respects your boundaries depending on how you're feeling because he's also relatively ambiverted

he leans towards introverted, but he knows what an ambivert is and how they work. he knows that things can change depending on their feelings, their mood, the people they're around, pretty much anything

he loves you no matter how you're feeling, though, and he makes it really obvious. he's always listening to you if you're talking about something and he's happy to sit in silence with you if you're having that type of day

nick furcillo

nick comes off as shy at first, but he's definitely extroverted after you get to know him. he's very understanding of how you feel, though

he doesn't force you into doing anything or going anywhere if it's not something you actually want to be doing, and he knows that sometimes the way you're feeling changes. answers can very depending on that

he's really patient with you and is always very sweet. he really does love you and he learns a lot more about people through you and his experiences with you

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jell0buss-37 · 2 years

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Charmer (Dylan Lenivy x reader) part 4

It's here! It's here! This chapter is a lot better, I promise you guys :')

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Tw: so much fluff, canon angst. :))

The time had come. The phones were charged, the fire was ready to be set, the protection from just about anything was with you guys, and here came Jacob with Emma and what appears to be a wheelbarrow.

"Alright everyone! We've got it all- booze, watermelons, fireworks, aaannnnd-" "WOAH, are those-" Nick spoke up suddenly. Jacob gave him an approving nod. "PUFF PUFF PEANUT BUTTER BUTTER POPS!!!" "Oh god-" Emma shakes her head in disapproval. "PUFF PUFF POP 'EM IN YOUR MOOUUTH!!!!"

You laughed at the little dance they were doing, beginning to do a little shimmy yourself, bouncing on your feet, smile bright on your face.

You hear a chuckle, and look up to see Dylan smiling at you and your steps. It would've felt less embarrassing if the smile he wore wasn't so damn genuine and intense on your heart, causing you to heat up and stop, looking down all shy, a bashful smile painting your features.

Distracted from the conversation the others are having, Dylan walks over to you, smile a little more teasing now. "Awe, why'd you stop? Your moves were blowing me away, man!" He bumps his hip with yours, now starting to what looks like the cha cha real smooth part from the Cha Cha Slide. Yes, this was obviously a cultured white boy with extraordinary amounts of swagger.

You laugh out, smiling at his dorkiness. "I was holding out, is all. Trust me, if I really started busting it down, all you fuckers would be done for." You jut your hip out towards him, finger guns in tow.

There it is again, that damned adoring smile on his damned adorable face. Except this time you didn't shy away, instead putting on your best Elvis impression. "Say, lil momma, what's a sweet thang like you doin' dancing by yourself?" You saunter over to him a little, winking.

His face now aflame, he turns away, laughing harder now. "NO. If we are doing this, we are going to be doing this on MY terms. If any of you guys fuck around even a little, the guns going away, CLEAR?" You turn to the sound of Kaitlyn's scolding.

"Woah, where'd you guys get the gun?" Dylan spoke your question for you. "Oh, it was in the stores with all the booze. Nick and Jacob are gonna have a shooting contest for the Peanut- uh, peanut butter and jelly-" Emma was struggling with the name. "Ugh, the stupid peanut poppy things."

Dylan snickers a bit next to you. "Oh. Well, uh you guys go ahead with that. We're gonna get to setting everything up." You say, starting to walk to the firewood. Your joined by Ryan and Abi. Dylan going over to his phone to 'set up the sweetest jams for the night', as he had explained.

"So, uh, what was that whole thing earlier? With the missing something?" Abi asked you first. You can tell that Ryan was also curious. You blush, a little embarrassed at them seeing you like that.

"Oh, yeah, about that…. So, I uh-" you decide to tell them. They both really deserve to know, and plus it'd be nice to have someone else to vent to other than Kaitlyn.

"I-I like Dylan…" you whispered, not wanting him to hear you guys. Abi's face lights up, pure excitement in her features. "Oh my god, yes!!!" She squeals quietly. "This is so perfect, (Y/n), Dylan-" "Uh, DYLAN is a really great guy, and the two of you would be very nice together." Ryan cuts Abi off, giving her a pointed look.

"Oh- yes. You guys just have a LOT of similarities now." She saves herself. "Now??" You ask. She just laughs it off, walking back to the pit with some wood in her arms. Ryan shakes his head at her a bit, turning to you. He lets an encouraging smile out at you though. "No but seriously, you should really tell him."

"Yeah, haha, that's actually what I planned to do earlier. I left our bags next to the Radio Shack, and I had this whole plan to tell him when we went to go get our bags. I just had it all planned and everything, but then Abi and Emma got them for us, so I just kinda had a small panic attack."

You let out a nervous laugh. Ryan nods in understanding, the two of you beginning to walk back to the fire pit. "Well, I think tonight is the perfect chance now." "Yeah, I'm just going to go with the flow now." You smile.

You guys reach the others, setting the wood down. "Oh, let me get that for you (Y/n)." Dylan walks over, beginning to put the wood into the pit with Ryan. His face is a bit pink, and you look at Abi questioningly, who just turns to get some paper to begin lighting the fire.

Once you guys get it started, you all go to sit, hearing a couple gunshots in the distance. "Looks like we're gonna see who the winners are in a second." Abi says next to you.

And soon enough, in comes the others, Nick walking triumphantly with Jacob looking dejected behind him.

Kaitlyn has the gun, and flops down next to you, setting it down lightly between you guys. Abi moves from beside you to sit with Emma, and with that, you all begin to talk in your own little groups.

"I told Abi and Ryan about Dylan." You whisper to Kaitlyn. She looks at you a bit surprised. "Huh, I thought you'd be too chicken to tell the others. That's great though!"

You roll your eyes playfully at her, continuing on with other topics. After a while, you hear Emma speak up. "Okay guys! I think it's high time we play a little game." She has a look of mischief in her eyes. Oh no… not-

"Truth or Dare." Everyone nods in approval. "Hell yeah, let's go back to our middle school days, this'll be great!" Dylan pipes up, genuinely excited. "The ultimate game of secrets and lies!" You laugh at his excitement.

"Well, since house deals, I will go first. Ryan." He quirks up at his name. "Truth or dare?" "Truth." He says without a doubt. Emma smirks, and asks, "So. Mr. Hackett. What were you guys talking about in his office?" She has a mischievous sound to her sentence. "Ha, I know you guys are expecting an actual juicy answer, but it's really boring. I was just asking him for some advice."

"Advice?" "Woah woah woah, Em, don't worry, I got this. Okay, dude-" Jacob speaks up. "So, you go to the settings, and they have this incognito mode. Just turn that on, and be sure to turn it off as soon as your done-" "EW, Jacob, gross." Kaitlyn cuts him off, everyone chuckling now. "Yeah, I meant life advice. About school and everything, dude." Ryan shakes his head at Jacob.

"Well, why not ask us?" You speak. "Well, you all have your own shit to worry about… that, and I'm sure if I brought up school, Jacob or Dylan would start like, hemorrhaging." Ryan smirks at the end of the sentence.

"Woah, okay, first of all- fuck you. I actually like school." Dylan defends himself. Jacob just looks a bit hurt. You feel a bit bad for him, given he actually isn't as dumb as you'd think.

"Well, it's my turn now, so Dylan." "Nope, forget you guys, I'm doing truth. Ask away!" Dylan leans back, all chill and whatnot. "Okay, so… the first song of the playlist you put together. Who was it for?" Everyone starts to 'ooh', like bunch of kids who's peer just got in trouble. Dylan's face darkens visibly, his macho persona straightening up.

But he just puffs out his chest. His eyes locking with yours, with what looks to be fake confidence, but you can see the fear behind them. Your heart flutters at his answer.

"It's uh, (Y/n)'s favorite song."

You smile brightly, seeing Abi squirm in her seat from excitement. Kaitlyn nudging your side. Dylan coughs, eyes averting from yours, as he moves on to the next person. "Kaitlyn. T or D?" "Truth." She smiles. "Okaayyy, have you ever had feelings for Jacob? Ya know, since you guys like have known eachother since you were two cumshots or whatever" Kaitlyn grimaces at Dylan's phrasing, but answers nonetheless.

"Being honest? At one point, I'm sure. But he's like my actual brother. Being two only children, we were kinda the closest thing we had to eachother." Jacob smiles warmly at the answer, eyes softening. "Awe, sis-" "Yeah yeah yeah, Emma." Kaitlyn ignores Jacob, face a bit pink from being all sentimental.

"Dare." Emma answers without hesitation. "Okay, first one tonight. I dare you… to kiss Jacob" Jacob smirks. "Or Nick." Nick's head shoots up in surprise. "Oh, sorry Nick, this isn't really a dare, so sorry about the obvious rejection-" "I choose Nick." Emma answers simply.

Everyone's face pales as Emma practically shoves her entire tongue down his throat. You see Abi's eyes tear up, a heartbroken look behind them. Jacob slowly growing more and more pissed, very rare for him.

You feel just disgusted, and disappointed in your friends. "Okay, that's enough." Jacob says. "THAT'S ENOUGH." On that note, they finally pull away. Abi runs off into the woods, tears running down her face. Jacob stands his ground.

"Did you have fun kissing my girlfriend!?" He growls at Nick. "She's not you girlfriend, man." The words hurt Jacob. And he runs off to the docks, heartbroken.

"I should probably go with him…" Emma says, now realizing that she took it too far. "Yeah, I'm gonna go find Abi." Nick rises to begin walking in the direction she ran off to. As does Emma, to find Jacob.

Dylan, Ryan, Kaitlyn and you are left to yourselves. An awkward silence surrounding you guys. After a couple minutes of silence, you stand as well. "Uh, I'm gonna go down to the shore…" you begin to walk. "U-uh, me too. Let's go together (Y/n)!" Dylan jogs to catch up. You smile thankfully.

After walking along the beach for a second, you speak up first, for the first time serious. "So, you really chose that song for me?" If he had a drink, he would have choked on it. He coughs awkwardly again, looking at his feet and rubbing his neck.

"U-uh, yeah. You told me once you really liked it, and so I just sorta like, immediately went to listen to it when we got our phones back. You have good taste." He blushes more and more.

This is it. This is the moment you've been waiting for. So with your heart pounding in your chest, you open your mouth to speak, when you're interrupted-

"(Y/n) I really like you." You're shocked, all words lost. "And it's okay you don't have to like me back I completely understand and I mean hey it's no biggie and I just really think you're the coolest person ever and I just can't help it but please don't push yourself to like me back or anything I just really wanted to-" You cut him off by reaching up to grab his face.

"Hey- hey listen." He stops talking, a bit out of breath and red-faced. You can feel his heart pounding itelf, moreso than yours. It speeds up a bit when you smile up at him. "I really like you too, Dylan. I like your disposition, your humor, how selfless you are- just everything…"

His breathe hitches when you lean in more, now whispering as you lightly touch your nose to his. He has to lean down a bit, reaching for your hands, placing one over yours, the other on your bicep.

"And I like how I don't have to, I want to. Desperately I want to. I like you so much, Charmer." His breathing calms, and he smiles so wide that you feel it in your hands.

You lean up a bit more, your lips lightly brushing as your eyes flitter shut.

But then you two hear a scream.

Part 5

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Staring at the Stars

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

A/N: I haven't played The Quarry in about 4 months so forgive me if he's a little ooc.

It was a starry night, you had just finished listening to Ryan's stories by the campfire. You started to put out the fire as Ryan took the kids back to the cabins. Dylan also stayed back to clean up the wrappers and the kids uneaten snacks.

As the flames died down, you turned to Dylan, "I was thinking, we should stay out a little longer." Dylan looks up at you, confused. You point up at the lit up sky. "Go stargazing for a bit. Before we have to go to sleep."

He quickly glanced behind him, making sure all the campers were out of sight, turning back to you with a grin. "Fuck yeah."

The two of you walked the rocky path to the boat house, conversations of the busy day the two of you had, flowing. It didn't feel like long until you had made it, stopping at the edge of the deck, quickly taking a seat with your legs dangling just above the water.

"It's been a while." You hear Dylan sigh beside you, you nod. "Yeah, we don't get much time to ourselves like this." You mumble as you stretch your neck, arms raised. As you lower your arms you take a glimpse at the brunette beside you, his eyes entranced by the bright lights.

Your eyes follow his as you lie back against the cool wood, Dylan turning to you at the sound. It takes a few seconds before he copies your movements, the both of you now staring at the stars.

"The views are so pretty on nights like this." Your eyes wander across the different constellations above you, trying to form familiar shapes. "It really is." You turn to see Dylan staring back at you, his eyes gazing upon your own. "You're really pretty." A wide goofy grin finds place on his face as he says that.

"You're such a romantic." You chuckle at his antics, playfully rolling your eyes. He rolls over onto his stomach as he leans his face closer to yours. "I know." He whispered, his breath grazing upon your lips. You reach over and rest your hand onto his neck, slowly leaning in as the two of you share a kiss.

As he pulls back, he moves to rest his head against your chest. "We should head back before anyone notices we're gone." Dylan sighs. "Let's just stay like this for a little longer." You whisper against his forehead, before placing a kiss against it.

You both like against each other as the night grows darker, making use of the shirt time the two of you had left that night.

A/N: Completely unrelated, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to make that the title (It's a song from the game in the not-copyrighted version.) I listen to it too often, even now.

Also, would you guys like us to put summaries at the start of our fics?

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ryan, dylan and nick ⪧ how do they fuck you?

🐚 — fandom: the quarry,

🐚 — characters: ryan erzahler, dylan lenivy, nick furcillo.

🐚 — content warning: minors please do not interact, depictions of sexual intercourse (proceed at your own risk), gender neutral!reader, mention of biting / marking.

01 ⪧ ryan erzhaler.

ryan fucks you with all the love he has for you. he is definitely the vanilla type of guy. always prioritizing your pleasure over his, always making sure you’re okay with every step he takes and seeking for any sign of discomfort from you. he’s slow and deep, hitting all the right spots all at once. there’s not a single moment of him not worshipping your body: feather-light kisses all over your shivering skin, soft touch of his fingers caressing your thighs and slowly crawling up your back, gentle praises whispered into your ear. his all time favorite is sleepy morning sex, when you ride him ever so slowly, taking the lead. he can fully enjoy the sight of your pretty body, his hands wandering all over it as his eyes don’t miss a single expression drawn on your face. ryan sometimes feels like he has too much to carry on his shoulders, and to feel that vulnerable with you deciding of everything offers him a moment of pure relief.

02 ⪧ dylan lenivy.

dylan fucks you with passion. it’s all about showing you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, and there’s no way to predict what he has in mind until it actually happens. it’s sometimes slow and teasing, sometimes fast and rough. but one thing remains every single time: it will never be a stressful moment for the both of you, and you’ll never have the time to think of your insecurities. dylan never fails to be goofy, especially when he has sex with you, and cracking one or two jokes here is his trademark. he’s also very experimental and just loves it when you want to try new things, even if that means he has to be super submissive and / or beg for whatever you have in mind. dylan is the king of quickies and nothing scares him: fucking in his car in the middle of a very-much-alive parking lot? of course. fucking in the kitchen when the both of you are preparing some dinner for your friends waiting for you in the living room? say no more.

03 ⪧ nick furcillo.

nick fucks you like he’s desperate. he’s one to bite, mark and claim you as his by all the possible ways. nick is loud, probably even louder than you sometimes and it doesn’t even give a shit about it, not caring about the neighbors anymore. he wants you to know how good you make him feel, just as much as he loves hearing his name coming off your pretty mouth. nick loves to fuck you when you’re wearing one of his t-shirts. as soon as you get in the same room as him wearing pretty much nothing but one of his shirts, his mind goes completely wild: he can’t focus on anything else and would literally follow you like a lost puppy until you understand how needy he has become (just because of you). one thing that surprised you was how many rounds he can last. mr furcillo’s stamina is no joke and he could literally go for three rounds without a single bead of sweat running down his forehead.

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