#Dylan Lenivy x reader

[moesthoughts]

Would love to see first kiss headcannons for the camp counselors

How would your first kiss be?

camp councilors x gen neu reader

warnings . . . fluff, suggestive if you squint

for the sake of max and laura’s hcs they aren’t together

dylan lenivy

Behind all the jokes and surprisingly smooth pick up lines, Dylan isn’t the most confident of people. Socially awkward is the word to describe him.

It’s you who makes the first move, the constant flirting and tension between you both practically drove you insane, you couldn’t wait any longer.

It was like any normal day, Dylan talking your ear off, making jokes to attempt to make you laugh. The way you hit his shoulder when he manages to get a chuckle out of you fills his stomach with butterflies.

“You just can’t keep your hands off of me can you?” Comes from his mouth, you’re not sure who’s face lit up brighter. You stare at him, and he instantly waves his hands around. Trying to play it off as a joke.

In the middle of his sentence you cut him off by pressing your lips against his, retreating away instantly, you scan his face for any discomfort.

To say he was taken off guard was an understatement, though once he regained consciousness from his dazed state. He chased you back down, lips crashing against yours. You kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck to deepen it.

He was pressed against the wall, sheepish arms snake around you. Your head was dizzy, your thoughts were clouded by Dylan.

You two would’ve gone further if it wasn’t for the “oh shit!” from kaitlyn, walking in on you two in the radio shack. You weren’t living this down.

nick furcillo

You and Nick had a pretty tight knit relationship, you both work in the kitchen so it wasn’t surprising that you are practically attached at the hip.

There was strong mutual attraction between you two, though both failed to recognize one another’s feelings.

It was the end of dinner time, and clean up was finished half an hour ago. Still, You and Nick were idle in the kitchen talking about whatever crossed your minds.

“Hey Nick, I have a question.” You spoke up, he hummed in response, raising an eyebrow. The way his name fell out of your mouth was perfect.

“Do you.. like anyone so far at camp?— Romantically.” Your feet acted on their own, slowly approaching the other. You lean on the counter near him, he seemed nervous.

“Well..” He started, his accent strong. You didn’t expect to feel a tug on your wrist, pulling you closer to him. His brown eyes were focused on your hand, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “I like you, a lot. I don’t think anyone else here interests me as much as you.”

Your cheeks tinted a soft hue of red. Out of every councilor, you weren’t expecting your name to roll off his tongue.

“That’s good to know. Yknow I feel the same way—“ before you could finish, Nick’s lips found yours, pulling you into a delicate kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like mint chapstick, your fingers wormed around his to interlock your hands.

You pull away to catch air, you opened your eyes to meet his. He was so enamored with you, it made you melt even more.

“Why don’t we go down to the campfire?” You interrupted the moment, Nick hurriedly nodded in agreement.

ryan erzahler

Ryan didn’t go out of his way to talk to the other councilors, they usually went to him. Which is exactly what you did, made an effort to talk to him. His loner persona was alluring, you never could take your eyes off of him.

You two became close surprisingly quickly, Ryan enjoys talking to you, and of course you feel the same. Conversation flows smoothly between you guys. The others quickly noticed.

Neither of you can think of a time where you haven’t been together, quality time is important in your relationship. Whether it was walking, hanging out silently, or simple quiet chit chatter.

The small things matter the most, it didn’t need to be any bigger than it already was.

You two were sitting on a log in the forest, watching the view in front of you, your eyes fixate on the view in front of you, Ryan’s rest on your face, examining your facial features.

His hand rested on yours, causing you to look over with a smile. The way he looks at you always makes you nervous.

You liked each other, it’s was obvious even to you. You lean closer to him, your eyes do the communicating. Ryan scoots closer, and pecks you on the lips, one, two, three times before going in for an actual kiss.

Your free hand cups his cheek, he leans into it with a small hum. Thank god for silent communication.

jacob custos

Jacob is a pretty open person, if he’s attracted to someone he will pursue them straight away. What can he say, he’s a charming guy!

From the start of camp, Jacob had a little “hallway crush” on you. Orientation was where it started, He couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’re attractive, and have a certain energy to you that just pulls him in.

You find yourself getting close to Jacob over the first month of camp, you two just couldn’t stop bumping into each other! of course it was on purpose, he just adores talking with you.

At one point he asked you to sneak out, of course you agree. Which brings you to the present, sitting at the dock with your legs dangling over the water. Talking about who knows what, Jacob sure knows how to keep a conversation alive.

“Hey I actually do have something important to ask you—“ Jacob suddenly switched the conversation, you look at him with curiosity. “Sure. What’s up?”

“So I actually am very into you, like very. I was wondering if yknow.. you, me? would be work out?” Jacob points his fingers back and forth between you both, you snort.

“Yeah duh, I’m into you too.” You respond, scooting closer to him. You can tell he got the hint, by the way he wraps his arm around you and pulls you in for a nice slow kiss.

You slowly bring you and him down, your back is on the dock and he’s half on top of you. The kiss breaks off then comes back alive, more passion blooming.

This has to be the best night so far.

max brinly

Max is a bit clueless, especially when it comes to romance. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have natural charm, he’s had previous experience in the dating world after all.

Infact, that’s what you’re attracted to about him. Clueless guys are cute, the way he looks at you when he’s confused makes you smile, it’s just so adorable.

You both happened to get paired up during cleaning duty one fateful lunch, you were scared to speak with him at first. Once you did though, you two hit it off instantly. Chatter curing the usual boredom of cleaning.

From that day, you both couldn’t stay away from each other. Max would go out of his way to visit your station (even if you’re actively teaching the kids something) You don’t mind though.

Today, you happened to get some free time in the afternoon. You were quick to tell Max and he seemed happy, you planned to go on a walk with him. So you were in a good mood all day.

On the walk you both chat about your days, though you both stop once you come across two camper’s names etched in the wood, a heart surrounding it. Your heart practically explodes in your chest.

“Cute kids, huh? Hey, why don’t we do the same thing?” You feel heat rise to your cheeks, but you accept either way. Max happened to have a pocket knife on him.

After it was done, you two were crouched in front of it. You equally had red faces. You turn your head towards him and reach your hand out, running your fingers through his hair. You slowly got closer to each other, before connecting with a kiss. Max places his hand on your knee and deepens the kiss.

You break off the kiss, nervous laughter spilling from you both. Once your able to think properly again, you look around you. “Shit— we need to get back for dinner.” You two quickly ran off towards the lodge.

emma mountebank

You and Emma became close pretty quickly, having a shared love for theatre really helped secure that bond. Other than her extroverted personality, you guys clicked easily.

Conversations include gossiping, rambling about your lives outside of summer camp, and complaining about how rowdy the kids could get. Emma is glad she has someone close to talk to about whatever, and You’re just glad you have a friend.

You two happened to also quickly develop feelings for one another, Emma was smitten. You were kind, funny, good with kids, and pretty good looking. You couldn’t get your mind off of her, just speaking with her now made your heart race.

Backstage is where you two were usually hiding from kids, so it wasn’t a surprise that’s where you reside currently. Emma groans, rolling her eyes as you complain about Nick and Abi dancing around their feelings for each other.

“Holy shit, I know! She’s always talking about him and not making a move, I really do love Abi but she’s gotta grow some balls.” She said, resting her head in her hand.

“I don’t think it’s her who needs to grow balls.” There’s a beat before you both break into loud giggles, Emma hit you on the shoulder.

“Hey actually speaking of crushes, do you have the hots for anyone?” Emma readjusts herself, that familiar smirk coming onto her face. It’s always when she’s getting nosey.

“Well it so happens that I actually do.” It’s your turn to smirk, Emma purses her lips and squints at you. Under your poker face, your hearts’ practically beating out of your chest.

“She wouldn’t happen to be right in front of you would she?” She asks, your face heats up.

“And what if she was?” You don’t have time to think, Emma is already pulling you into a kiss. It’s passionate right away, you don’t hesitate before pressing back into her. A satisfied whine is pulled from her.

You guys practically made out for an hour, if it wasn’t for Dylan coming in and forcing you both to help with lunch. You would’ve spent more time together.

abi blyg

Abi is a shy girl, anyone could tell that from miles away. Though that didn’t stop you guys from becoming really close at the beginning of camp, your personalities mix together really well.

You have an appreciation for any kind of art, Which is why you mean so much to Abi. You both bond majorly over your love for art, even if it might be different things you are interested in.

You sit in to watch some of her classes. The first time you decided to observe, she was pretty nervous to have an extra set of eyes on her. But overtime she got back into the flow of things again, her being so passionate made you fall in love then and there.

Abi fell in love the moment you actually made an effort to be her friend and seem genuinely interested in her hobbies, she’s never had someone like that.

Today, Abi invited you over her cabin. She found nail polish in her bag and wanted to paint for nails, you accepted straight away.

“—And I was like, Jacob you can’t just say that about a kid. I mean the lowest you can ever go is shit talk a kid. Especially when you’re at a table next to them!” Gossip spills from your mouth, earning multiple giggles from Abi.

“I’ve been waiting for someone to say something! I thought it was just me who thought it was weird.” She responds, painting your nails with caution. The way she gently holds your hand and puts effort into making your nails look good, it just makes butterflies swirl in your stomach.

Once she finishes your nails you compliment her work, making her a bit bashful.

“Hey Abi.. This is really random but, You’re practically my best friend and I don’t want to ruin what we have. But, I really like you. I want to try to have something more than just friendship.” You notice you catch her off guard, her face lights up as her eyes dart around the room.

“I.. I feel the same, I was also nervous about telling you.” She responds, taking your hands in hers. “Can I.. kiss you?” The question rolls off her tongue oh so beautifully. You instantly nod slowly closing the space between you.

kaitlyn ka

Kaitlyn is a chill girl, her vibes were what attracted you. At first her constant teasing was frustrating. You two had a rocky start, disagreeing a ton.

Though, once you injured yourself in a climbing accident. You both had a chance to finally sit down and get to know each other. Your defensive wall lowered immediately and you both genuinely enjoyed the company.

From then on, You and Kaitlyn formed a tight bond. You found yourself making constant excuses for why you needed to go to the nurses office, retreating from your task just to talk with her.

She always scolds you, but in reality she loves your presence. She adores your personality, and your face is really— fuck she likes you.

You started falling for her as well, the way she handles you so gently, caressing the small bruises you use as an excuse to see her. It makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

For the second time today, you go to the nurses office. You assume that Kaitlyn always expects you to come in, when you enter the doorway and she’s facing the medicine cabinet, she calls out your name without looking.

“Hey Kait’, No injuries this time. I just have a genuine question to ask.” A serious tone fills your voice as you sit on the cot next to her. “You never have an actual injury, dude.” Kaitlyn sasses you, effectively causing you to roll your eyes.

“Anyways, what’s up buttercup?” She turns to you with her eyebrow raised, you exhale out the anxiety that’s festering inside of you. “How do you feel about me? Like genuinely.”

“Are you serious?” Kaitlyn asks, you bite your lip with a sheepish head nod. She laughs a bit before sitting next to you on the cot, her hand resting on your thigh.

“I don’t think i’ve felt this way about someone ever since middle school, I’m so into you it’s no joke. You make me feel so different in the best way.” She looks at you in a way you can tell she’s serious, a smile creeps its way onto your lips.

“You haven’t had bitches since middle school?” You laugh nervously as her eyebrows furrow. “Kidding! Kidding! I feel the exact same way I just didn’t—“ You are cut off from her lips crashing onto yours. You kiss her back, slightly pushing her into the mattress as you do.

You break it off once your lungs start to burn, you both stare at each other with love in your eyes.

laura kearney

Laura is a hardcore animal lover, it was the field she wants to go into anyway. Taking care of animals makes her happy, which is why when she saw you feeding a squirrel a nut stolen from the cafeteria, she instantly had a small attraction to you.

She started speaking to you first, asking about how you feel about animals and mentioning how she saw you feeding a squirrel a nut. You rambled on about your favorite animals and your love for nature.

From then on, You and Laura made an effort to observe the wildlife around you as much as you could. Due to that you two are always together during your free time.

Overtime you developed mutual feelings for each other, You subtly flirted with each other every nature walk you took. Which in turn made you both fall harder.

Both of you are sitting on the steps in front of your cabin, Laura’s head is resting on your shoulder while you write in your shared log about the different types of birds you saw.

She lifts her head off of your shoulder, causing you to glance over at her to see if anything was up. Her eyes stare into yours, it looks like she’s hesitant to say something.

“I just wanted to say, Thank you so much for doing this with me. I mean, I can’t even be more grateful that such a.. lovely person decided to pick up a hobby with me.” Her words turn into mumbles as Laura approaches the end of her sentence, it happens when she’s nervous.

You smile softly, fidgeting with the pen in your hand. “..Yeah?” You feel tension in the air, though it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels so right.

“Yeah.” She responds, you two look at each other for a good minute before she cups your cheek. You set down the notebook knowingly and meet Laura half way, sharing a kiss with her.

You could stay in this moment forever.

FINALLY FINISHED THIS!! I started yapping when i got to the women so excuse that (i’m a lesbian). Also sorry for Laura’s part being lowkey rushed my sleeping meds kicked in towards the end of writing it.

[dorkszn]

just testing to see if the quarry fandom is alive. please like this if you see it.

[blueghosthandsfriend]

Infected Dylan lenivy, Nick furcillo, Jacob custos, Emma mountebank aesthetic

[defectivevillain]

shivering in the absence

pairing: Dylan Lenivy/Reader

The reader is implied to be transmasculine/nonbinary & has undergone top surgery. Otherwise, no pronouns or physical descriptors are used; race is ambiguous.

summary: “Were you really going to take your shirt off?” Dylan asks, averting his eyes. You get to your feet and take a sip of your water, pretending not to feel flustered by the question. “Did you want me to?” you counter, sounding much more composed than you actually are.

word count: 3.2k | ao3 version

author's notes: So I was watching Friday the 13th and came up with this… then I realized the character I wrote it for was pretty much unimportant… and so this happened. (Hence the Friday the 13th tag) …No horror elements are in this, though!

warnings: stripping/changing clothes, implied hypothermia

“I hate Monopoly,” Abi sighs. 

You nod in sympathy. Abi, Dylan, Emma, and you are all cooped up in Dylan’s cabin for the night. It’s one of the last days that the counselors will remain at Hackett’s Quarry, before you all leave for the summer. The four of you had planned on meeting up before rejoining the rest of the counselors at the fire pit outside, but the unexpected rainstorm that came curbed those plans—leaving you somewhat stranded in Dylan’s cabin. 

“Well, you’ve never played strip Monopoly, have you?” Emma grins, breaking you out of your thoughts. Abi, Dylan, and you exchange looks. Emma notices and sighs. “Come on. It’ll be fun. Besides, it’s terrible outside.” You follow her gaze to the open window across the room. Indeed, there’s a steady rain coming down now. There were a few thunderbolts, but nothing too serious. Unfortunately, returning to your own cabin would mean getting your clothes soggy and drenched. Safe to say, you’re stuck here—and stuck playing strip Monopoly to pass the time. 

“Fine,” you acquiesce. Dylan and Abi follow your lead and surrender too. Emma really is too stubborn for her own good—there’s no way you’d be able to get out of this one. There are just some battles you can’t win, and strip Monopoly isn’t that laborious of a task. It’ll be more embarrassing than anything else. “How do we play, though?” you ask. 

“We strip,” Abi responds with a deadpan voice. Dylan chokes on a laugh and Emma smiles. 

“I got that much,” you huff defensively. “I mean, when? And why?”

“Clothing is currency, pretty much,” Emma explains. “The simple stuff—socks, shoes—are worth less. Underwear is worth the most… You get the idea.” You feel yourself frown and, when you look around the table, Abi and Dylan are wearing similar expressions of apprehension. Emma looks at you three and rolls her eyes. “If you don’t want to take your underwear off, then just play well. Duh.”

“Easier said than done,” Abi mutters. The remark goes unheard by Emma; you exchange an amused smile with Abi and she seems to relax a little. The four of you decide to make Dylan the banker; then, each of you choose your pieces and roll to see who goes first. You end up rolling the highest. Your first turn lands you on Oriental Avenue—one of the properties towards the middle of that first stretch of the board. 

“So… if I want to buy it…?” you trail off, looking to Emma for help. She glances over at the property and hums. 

“It’s $100,” she says, “so it’s worth two shoes.”

“This is weird,” you feel the need to announce, after taking your shoes off and throwing them onto the ground next to you with an exaggerated movement. Dylan hands you the Oriental Avenue property card with an amused smirk. 

“No one’s going to land on that,” Dylan remarks. You raise a brow and hand him the dice. He’s conveniently located a few spaces away from the property, ironically; if he rolls a six, he’ll land on it. Dylan rolls the dice and the dice skitters across the board, before landing to reveal a six. 

“I think you owe me a shoe,” you grin. Dylan pulls his shoe off and places it onto your open palm with a flourish. Within moments, you recoil and drop it onto the ground. “Why is there so much mud, what the fuck—?” you choke out, glancing down at the offending sneaker. Sure enough, there’s a solid layer of dirt on the sole. With the way Dylan handed it to you, you hadn’t seen the mud until it was too late. You get to your feet and head to the sink to wash your muddied hand. Abi and Emma are laughing hysterically, and Dylan joins them—wiping amused tears out of his eyes. You rejoin the table with an exaggerated groan. “I don’t think I want to play anymore,” you mutter. 

“Oh come on, that’s just the game,” Emma chastises you, taking the dice and rolling. She rolls a three and moves the Scottie Dog piece three spaces. She decides to buy the property and gives up a shoe; soon, it’s Abi’s turn and the game continues. 

After several rounds, you’re relieved to find that no one has needed to take off anything too revealing. Dylan’s shirtless; Emma doesn’t have socks or shoes; you don’t have shoes; and Abi is still wearing all of her clothing. When you reach your fourth or fifth turn, you land on North Carolina Avenue: a green property that costs $300. When you do the math in your head, you realize you’d need to give up two socks—not really a big deal—and your shirt—a much bigger deal. You stare at the property for several moments, contemplating whether you should take the risk. 

“We don’t have all night,” Abi remarks helpfully, breaking you away from your thoughts. You stare at her with a faux expression of irritation and she just shrugs. 

“I mean, she’s right,” Emma pipes up. “Just buy it already. Unless, that is, you’re scared…”

It’s such an obvious trap. But you fall for it anyway. “I’m not scared,” you argue. And maybe, a small part of you is ultra-aware of your company right now—of a certain counselor sitting next to you, who you don’t want to look foolish in front of.

“Then buy it,” Emma dares you. 

Fuck, she’s got you now. You walked yourself right into that one, didn’t you? “......Fine,” you say. Taking off your socks is a relatively quick and painless affair. Unfortunately, that leaves you an infinitely more difficult one: taking off your shirt. You’re not necessarily insecure or unhappy with your body; you’re just not the type of person to constantly flaunt it or reveal a ton of skin. You’ve certainly had moments where you’ve felt confident enough to do so—but now, in the far too bright light of the cabin, surrounded by friends (and someone who you have feelings for), you feel extremely hesitant. 

“Well?” Emma demands. Abi elbows her in the side harshly and she promptly presses her lips shut, albeit with an outraged hiss at the temporary pain that the action caused. Abi and Emma aren’t really the ones you’re worried about… The two of them are rather hopelessly infatuated with one another, even if they don’t recognize it just yet. No, the problem happens to be sitting right next to you: staring at you with a surprisingly intent gaze. 

Feeling as if you’ve been shoved under your microscope, you take a deep breath and reach for the hem of your shirt. Dylan’s shirtless too, you remind yourself. It’s not like you’ll be completely alone in your discomfort. And you’re not ashamed of your chest—you’re proud of how far you’ve come. You’ve felt more at home in your body these past few months than you’ve ever felt. It’ll be okay, you reassure yourself. 

You’re about halfway through the motion, your shirt moving up along your ribs, when Emma’s phone pings. Everyone freezes, including you. Emma sighs dramatically and picks up her phone, eyes widening when she evidently stares down at the notification. When she notices that you’re all staring at her expectantly, she elaborates. “It’s Jacob,” she remarks, grabbing her socks and shoes and beginning to put them on. “Gotta go, guys. We’ll pick this up some other night,” she promises, tying her shoes before tugging her hood over her head and retreating. 

Abi stares at the doorway with a frown on her face, evidently not happy with the new development. You look over at Dylan, only to catch him as he looks up from where you’re pulling up your shirt. You then realize that you’re still awkwardly frozen with it halfway off. You quickly drop your hand and pretend that nothing happened. 

“I should probably go too,” Abi announces, placing her hands on the table and standing up. She’s looking at Dylan and you; it appears as if she’s going to say something else, but she seems lost for words. “I… left an excuse outside,” she immediately grimaces. You laugh and tell her it’s fine; she loosens up and leaves you both with a quick goodbye. 

Now it’s just Dylan and you sitting at the table, staring down at the abandoned Monopoly game. For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence. Then, just as you’re about to break it by forcing yourself to say something, Dylan speaks. 

“Were you really going to take your shirt off?” he asks, averting his eyes. You get to your feet and take a sip of your water, pretending not to feel flustered by the question. 

“Did you want me to?” you counter, sounding much more composed than you actually are. 

“Maybe,” he says, a lopsided grin rising on his face. 

“Hm,” you say calmly, pretending to think about it. And if you are actually thinking about Dylan and you alone in this cabin, with no one else… then only you have to know.  “I’ll keep that in mind,” you respond cheekily, putting your socks on and slipping your shoes on—tying them with slightly shaking hands. You’re jittery all of a sudden. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Dylan asks, squinting at you. 

“To the bathroom…?” you remark. Unfortunately, as nice as the cabins at Hackett’s Quarry are, they don’t have bathrooms in them. The camp is still stuck in the twentieth century in that regard—as there’s a cabin with all the bathrooms located a short walk from the counselors’ cabins. You refocus on what Dylan just asked you. “Do I need a hall pass?” you ask snarkily, with no real heat behind the remark. 

Dylan just rolls his eyes. You roll your eyes in return and leave the cabin, closing the door behind you. The rain is coming down hard now. It’s a relatively short walk to the bathroom, though—so you don’t bother to head back in for a raincoat or umbrella. The flashlight you snagged from Dylan’s living room is a godsend—as it illuminates the beaten path leading to the restrooms. 

Thankfully, the walk to the restroom is quick and relatively painless—save for how soggy your clothing is becoming. After you use the bathroom and wash your hands, you stand under the awning at the entrance and turn on the flashlight. You flick the switch a few times, but it doesn’t turn on. You groan and head out into the rain, putting a hand to your temple to prevent the water from getting into your eyes. You trust your muscle memory to take you back to your cabin. 

…Unfortunately, in the dead of night and amidst the brutal downpour, your muscle memory is worth jack shit. You get lost rather quickly, and soon you’re stumbling through thicketed trees with an increasing feeling of fear and dread coiling in your chest. You don’t want to spend all night roaming the forest. You’re somehow away from all the counselor cabins now. You try the flashlight one more time, even hitting it a few times, but it still doesn’t work. Groaning, you take a deep breath and try to retrace your steps. 

By some miracle, you manage to make your way back to the restrooms and you head off in a different direction. A few minutes pass and relief courses through you as you spot the lights of Dylan’s cabin. You’re quick to run over and stand under the awning, before knocking on the door with an unnecessary amount of force. Dylan opens the door within moments, an annoyed expression on his face. 

“What took you so long—?” he asks, breaking off as he looks at you. Dylan’s gaze wanders up and down your form, evidently taking in your drenched clothing. You’re sure you look like some sort of wet cat—soaked and unhappy. “Should’ve worn a raincoat.” He clicks his tongue, stepping aside to let you in. 

You groan in frustration, moving past him and sitting on one of the chairs at the table. You’d love nothing more than to lay on the couch, but you don’t want to ruin the upholstery. “I know, I know,” you seethe. You have no one to blame for this but yourself. And maybe the flashlight—if the stupid thing had a better battery, you would’ve made it back much faster. But instead, you were left to stumble around the campground for twenty minutes. 

Dylan rounds the table and stares at you, an uncharacteristic expression of concern on his face. You feel a shiver roll down your spine. “You’re freezing,” he states, looking at your wet clothes. “You’re going to get sick.”

You sigh in exasperation. “I’ll be fine,” you assert. The universe then decides to spite you, as you’re forced to sneeze. Dylan stares at you knowingly. You stare back unflinchingly. 

Eventually, he sighs. “You’re not fooling anyone,” he continues, gesturing to your forearms. “You have goosebumps.” You continue to stare at him stubbornly. Sensing that you won’t give in, he sighs. “Fine,” he announces. Rather than retreating to the couch as expected, Dylan leans forward and picks up your Monopoly piece. Dylan taps your Monopoly piece on a space, then another, then another—before finally letting it go. “Oops. Looks like you landed on Park Place… And what do you know? It’s my property. I think you owe me… all of your wet clothes.”

You resist the urge to groan, immediately understanding what he’s trying to do. “I see how it is,” you sigh. 

“You need to change,” he maintains with uncharacteristic sincerity. 

“Desperate to get me out of my clothes, huh?” you deflect. The effort doesn’t work, and he looks entirely unimpressed. You rack your brain for another excuse. “I don’t have a spare set of clothes—my stuff is in my cabin.”

Dylan holds up a finger, gesturing for you to wait, before leaving the room and heading for his bedroom. When he returns, he’s holding a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. He places them on the table and stares at you expectantly. 

“Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. Admittedly, now that he mentions it, you realize that you’re freezing—so much so that your teeth are chattering. You push yourself up from the chair and to a standing position clumsily, before fumbling for the button of your jeans and taking them off. Dylan kindly averts his eyes, looking endearingly awkward as he shifts his balance from side to side. You pull the sweatpants on and very nearly sigh in relief. You hadn’t realized how uncomfortable wet denim was until you removed it. 

Next is your shirt. You take a deep breath and manifest some confidence, before reaching down to the hem of your shirt. But your hands are shaking and trembling—so much so that you’re struggling to simply pull your shirt off. Your struggle must take longer than expected, because soon Dylan glances at you and frowns. 

“Here—” Dylan says, swiftly breaking the distance between you and grabbing the hem for you. Before you can protest, he’s gently pulling it up. And while you recognize that he’s trying to remove your shirt without touching you, his efforts aren’t really working. His fingertips brush against your ribs and your heart starts to race. Dylan mutters an apology and pulls your shirt off of you faster. Shirtless in front of him, you feel yourself instinctively taking a half-step backwards, only to nearly crash into the back of the couch. You stick a hand out to brace yourself and try to regain your composure. Moments later, Dylan is pushing the shirt he grabbed for you into your hands. 

While you want nothing more than to tug it over your head rapidly and forget about this whole situation, your body doesn’t want to obey. You’re still shaking ever so slightly—and your uncharacteristic sluggishness is making this task seem nearly impossible. Before you can attempt some strange contortion to get the shirt over your head, Dylan’s helping you. In the blink of an eye, the grey shirt is tugged over you. The fabric is soft and, most importantly, dry. 

“Better?” Dylan murmurs, still standing far too close for comfort. 

“...Yeah,” you say, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Dylan answers easily, finally taking a step backwards and giving you some more space. You immediately miss the warmth that was practically emanating off of him. Silence settles in the air, thick and strangely uncomfortable. Everything unspoken lingers between the two of you.  

“Well, I guess I should go…” you eventually mutter. 

“Are you crazy?” Dylan blinks at you in disbelief. “You’re just going to get drenched again.” Your traitorous mind wants to attribute his insistence to something more than just friendly concern; you’re quick to push those thoughts away, though. 

It seems like Dylan is expecting another argument, because his eyes widen in momentary surprise as he realizes you’re remaining silent. Truthfully, you want nothing more than to put up a fight, but you feel as if the energy has been completely drained out of you. And despite the fact that you changed into fresh, dry clothing, you’re still cold. 

Dylan notices that you’re still shivering slightly and frowns, before evidently coming to a decision. “Here, come on,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you towards his bedroom. You’re so dazed that you don’t really grasp the implications until you’re standing before his mattress. You immediately glance back at him in confusion, only for him to gently push you towards his bed. You’re too exhausted to overthink everything that’s going on. 

Dylan helps you settle in and tugs the comforter over you. Even despite the added layers, you’re still a bit chilly. You burrow into the blankets and try to find a comfortable position, before settling for reclining on your back and staring up at the ceiling. Sleep is dragging your eyelids down and you blink furiously, your eyes dry and stinging. You see Dylan lingering in the doorway, seemingly unsure of what to do. You reach out to him wordlessly and his eyes widen for a brief moment.  

“Don’t want me to leave?” he then says, a playful grin on his face. He rounds the side of the bed and gets under the covers. “I guess I am pretty irresistible.” You can’t quite see the expression on his face, but you somehow know that he’s wearing a cheeky smirk.

Once he gets settled, you realize that, somehow, Dylan is just radiating heat. You try to tell yourself that you’re just cold, that you’re seeking him out for warmth and nothing more. But you know that’s a lie. You’ve grown quite fond of Dylan over the course of this summer, after all. You inch closer to him and practically burrow into his side, resting your head on his chest and feeling any of your remaining energy seep out of you. 

Despite your exhaustion, your mind is beginning to run wild as you try to justify your actions to yourself. This is just a friendly gesture. Amongst friends. Because you’re nothing more than friends… Right? 

Dylan must be a mind reader, because he looks over at you and hums. “Just sleep,” he whispers. Somehow, the remark is enough for your thoughts to calm down—for you to accept that he’s okay with this, that you’re not taking advantage of his kindness. And maybe a sizable part of you is still desperately hoping that even a fraction of your feelings are returned—that maybe, just maybe, he likes you too. 

But right now, you’re drifting off into sleep in his arms, and one thing is for sure: you’re warming up already.

endnotes: as i said, i had some of this fic written up for a character in friday the 13th… until i realized he wasn’t an important character and ended up dying… but then!!! i realized hackett's quarry is also a camp… and this happened. (*captain holt voice*) boom! had it both ways! no regrets.

i sprinkled in a bit of Abi/Emma. teehee. the gay agenda.

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[pupkid]

run away

characters — dylan lenivy (the quarry) and child!reader (platonic!!)

description — child!reader has been having a hard time at the summer camp, getting harrassed and bullied by the other kids... after they run away into the woods, their favorite counselor Dylan finds them and comforts them. tags & cw — hurt/comfort, bullying themes; wc 1974

a fic for age regressors and age dreamers and anyone aligned (❁´◡`❁)

i actually wrote the first draft back when the quarry had only just come out! but only recently fully revised it and decided to post :] hope you enjoy!!

The sound of the tall grass catching against your legs, heart thumping in your chest, your breath ragged and loud; you ran as fast as you could, away from the source of your agony. Your body in the flight mode, fleeing from danger, from humiliation, from the sadistic laughter and mockery that was echoing within your mind like the screeching of a thousand hyenas.

Running away from that laughter, running away from humiliation, running away from those malicious grins, running away from the pain, running away, running away...

You had no idea where you were going, you just had to run, run as fast as you could from this nightmare, escape everything. Through the greenery, between the trees, dodging the branches, jumping over logs, the woods hiding you from the rest of the world. Your body knew where it had to go and you found yourself near the river, your legs carried you all the way there from the camp. You'd been there before, with the counselors. Not on your own though.

You panted, trying to catch your breath and fighting away your tears. You weren't going to cry. No, you weren't going to cry. You—

Ah. No matter what, you couldn't control the emotions that came welling up from inside and the tears started filling your vision anyway. Bitter, bitter, lonely, hurt tears; tears that could not be filled with anything else but pain and despair.

You sat down on the log, sniffling and wiping your face, but only shedding more tears. You were completely at a loss, a broken, sad mess.

It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. You didn't deserve this. Why were things this way?

You kept crying for a while before the tears ran out and you just stayed there, surrounded by trees that gently swayed in the wind and the rushing river.

You'd wanted to spend this summer making friends and having fun... not get bullied by some assholes. It felt like it was going to take an eternity for the camp to be over, and you just wanted your parents to come and get you already. But you knew you had to stick it out for the entire length to get back home and you hated that.

You had no idea how much time had passed before you heard footsteps approaching. Startled, you jumped onto your feet, swiftly turning around and ready to just... punch someone! You were so scared and now also angry and you weren't going to let these bastards torture you any longer!

"Hey! You assholes!" You yelled out, desperate, hurt, and angry. "Don't you fucking dare approach me!"

To your surprise, the footsteps stopped. Then resumed. Tense, fists clenched, you stayed where you were, ready to face the bullies and just straight up fight them. But to your relief, from amongst the greenery appeared a tall figure that you recognized – one of your counselors. Dylan.

"Now that's not a very nice way to greet your favorite counselor, don't you agree, (Y/N)?" Dylan said in a lighthearted tone. Despite being ready to melt from the shame, you knew you weren't in trouble.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was... I didn't know it was you," you said quietly while your face grew red from embarrassment and shame.

Dylan gave you a good look but shrugged it off, "I thought so," he replied. "Relax already, it's no big deal."

He approached you and sat on the log, a smile on his face. Dylan patted the space next to him, inviting you to join.

You kind of knew what was coming – some kind of serious talk and you were likely going to get reprimanded. You knew you weren't in the wrong and none of this was your fault, so you felt annoyed but resigned to your fate. It just wasn't fair that you had to suffer because some jerks just... argh, whatever.

With a heavy sigh you waddled towards him and hauled yourself onto the log, plopping your butt onto it. Despite your apprehension, Dylan didn't look angry or tense at all. He seemed relaxed, just as usual, and exuded the laid back and playful energy that made him one of the most likable counselors. He was like a big brother to you (and to lots of other kids), he had so much charm and was so vibrant and energetic, as though always ready to party, and he always made you feel welcome. The other counselors were all nice in their own way and it wasn't like they were super strict either but Dylan was something special, and you missed his chill vibes when he wasn't around.

"Okay. So," Dylan clapped his hands authoritatively. "Spill the story. I want to hear exactly what led you to running away from the camp."

You cringed at the thought of revealing the truth. It was both embarrassing and seemed pointless. What could Dylan possibly do anyway? Scolding those kids would likely just backfire.

Argh, you hated dealing with this kind of a situation and being put on the spot. Running off and having Dylan come search for you made you feel weak and incompetent. How you wished you could be strong just for once and handle things differently!

With a sting in your eyes and tears threatening to fall again, you fought to suppress them and appear collected and in control of your emotions.

What a mess.

As though reading your mind, Dylan reassured you:

"Hey, you don't need to worry. I'm not gonna do anything that like... compromises you, you know? I won't insert myself into this... conflict, if you don't want me to. I just want to know what happened, is all."

You still weren't too sure but... despite your lingering doubts, you decided to give it a shot. Try opening up to Dylan. You knew he was trustworthy and a safe enough person to share these kinds of things with… even if, frankly, you just wished you could hide away instead of having this kind of conversation.

With slow and hesitant words, you shared the story. How those kids had banded together since the camp began. They teased and provoked you, along with several others. Today's encounter had been particularly intense, leaving you feeling overwhelmed. You felt like you’d reached your breaking point today.

"What exactly did they do?" Dylan pressed gently.

You didn't want to relive the memories, but you reluctantly shared them. It hurt to recall the incident, but it also filled you with anger.

Those kids had offered a truce, claiming they no longer wanted to be enemies. For a brief moment, you actually believed them and hoped for a peaceful summer. How foolish of you. It was all a cruel trick. You should have known better.

You didn't suspect a thing when suddenly, a bucket full of dirt and god knows what else was hurled at you. Luckily, your reflexes kicked in, and you dodged just in time, avoiding the full brunt of the disgusting mess. They didn't think to pour the bucket somewhere from above, simply one of them had snuck up and tried to throw it at you.

Despite that and their poor aim, the prank still left you feeling hurt and humiliated. Those jerks laughed at your reaction, and you were left frozen in shock and anger. It was a horrible situation, even if they had missed the mark. The memory still stung, reminding you how gullible you had been, falling blindly into their false kindness.

In a fit of anger, you yelled at them, but they were completely unfazed. Frustration surged through you, and you instinctively pushed one of them before running away.

You cursed yourself for being such a coward. The situation made you feel so vulnerable. But more than anything, you just wanted to let the tears flow and release the overwhelming emotions building inside you.

Dylan offered you a gentle gesture, patting your shoulder reassuringly. You turned to see his empathetic expression, which only heightened your emotional turmoil.

Tears welled up in your eyes as a mix of anger and humiliation washed over you once more. With an outburst, you exclaimed, "They pranked me! They said they wanted to be friends, but they were lying! It was all a cruel prank, and I ran away!”

Dylan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into him, crying into his shirt. He didn't speak, allowing you to release your emotions while softly rubbing your arm.

"There, there..." he comforted softly. There was a moment of silence before he continued. "It's okay, kiddo. It's awful how they treated you. Well... have been treating you. They're real mean, huh?" He paused, sighing before adding, "Hey, I know what it's like. Being bullied and all."

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your gaze.

Dylan chuckled softly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Yeah, I know, it's hard to imagine with how cool I am, right?"

You chuckled in response, wiping away your tears. Dylan reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, gently holding it to your face. "Blow," he instructed, and you obeyed. He carefully wiped your nose with the handkerchief.

"There you go," Dylan said softly. "Anyway, yeah, I was bullied too. I was a bit different, you know? That sort of thing makes you a target. You stand out in some way and attract unwanted attention. So I get it.”

You looked up at him expectantly, hoping to hear more but Dylan merely squeezed your shoulder in response, giving his reassurance. It didn’t seem like he really was about to delve deeper into the subject. And you weren’t about to press him about it.

…But your curiosity still got the best of you.

“T-tell me more?” You got through your teary hiccups.

Dylan chuckled and shook his head. “No. Sorry, kiddo. It's not something I feel comfortable sharing right now. But hey, maybe someday we can have that conversation when the time is right?”

As your tears subsided and you kept gradually calming down, Dylan continued to hold you in a comforting embrace, allowing you to regain your composure. You became aware of the wet spot on his shirt, but he reassured you, insisting it wasn't a concern.

"Don't worry about it," Dylan said with a sympathetic smile. "Feeling better now?"

You nodded, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief. At least someone was on your side! At least someone understood, truly understood you… It was a comfort to have an adult on your side, especially one who seemed to get your situation and empathize with your feelings. Many adults weren't as understanding, making Dylan's support all the more valuable.

"Alright. I assume you're not all that keen on me intervening directly, then?"

You shrugged tiredly and Dylan offered a warm smile, respecting your reluctance.

As he pondered the situation, he proposed, "Well, you know what? How about we brainstorm a solution together, hm? I don't want to make things worse, and I don't want you to keep suffering from this. How does that sound?"

You nodded in agreement, feeling drained from the emotional outburst and all the crying you’ve done. The fatigue was setting in, and the thought of sleep seemed quite appealing. You yawned, signaling your exhaustion.

Dylan hugged you tight for the last time and patted your shoulder before standing up. "Okay, (Y/N), let's go back to the camp,” he suggested. “You look tired, so maybe you could catch a little nap before dinner. And if you have problems again, don’t hesitate to just tell someone, anyone, okay? And you can always come to me. I got your back, kiddo."

Dylan offered his hand and you accepted it, following his lead as he guided you back to the camp.

[bonniethecreator]

hi ml u will never guess who this is . Anyway ummm wuld u be willing to write dylan lenivy x autistic reader who’s touch starved … reader struggles expressing when they want to be held and stuff idk I am projecting i love that man so bad .

i wonder who this is ...

sir yes sir ! i hope i do him so much justice because I don't want you to hate me for portraying him wrong, lets go! (idk whby the photo quality is shit)

the pov also might be all over the place so I'm so sorry

Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp was full of excited chatter as the kids made sure their last day of camp was well-spent. Camp had been a whirlwind full of laughter, stories by the campfire (most of which Mr. H would detest), and fun all around, but unfortunately it had to end. The kids did as much as they could before they inevitably had to come to terms with the setting sun, packing their bags and having their last meal before the trip home.

Every counsellor made their way to sit by the campfire while waiting for the campers to come out of their cabins. Dylan picks his spot on the log next to Y/n, giving each other a small smile before they start chatting with the others. Loud chatter echoed through the air all night, quick glances being thrown Y/n's way as they chatted to a group of campers.

After the kids had devoured all the s'mores, and the campfire had burned low, the kids had been sent back to their cabins to sleep, and Dylan and Y/n had found themselves sat by the lake."It's crazy that summer's already over", Dylan sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks over to Y/n. "Yeah it kind of sucks, I like it here." They reply, throwing Dylan a smile, handing him a rock.

Dylan throws them a puzzled look, taking the rock from their hand. Y/n lets out a small chuckle before standing up and throwing the rock into the lake, watching as it skips a couple of times before sinking into the water. Dylan follows their movements, chucking the rock into the water, though it just dives in with a sad 'plop'. He turns around to Y/n's laughing figure, "Okay, you don't need to laugh. We aren't all blessed with rock skipping skills." Dylan's voice is laced with sass as he smiles at Y/n, watching them as he makes sure to memorise this moment to cherish.

"Okay here, I'll help you out" Y/n places another rock in Dylan's hand, positioning him from behind and hesitantly placing their hand on top of his. They look up at him for any sign of discomfort, their eyes scanned over his face, until he looked back and they quickly snapped back to face the lake.

Dylan smiles to himself as he focuses back on their hands together, Y/n softly moving his hand to show him the correct way to throw the rock, though it isn't about that anymore for either of them. Y/n breathing wavers as they try to calm themself, as Dylan hoped Y/n couldn't feel his heart beating from the back of his ribs. "You should probably take me out to dinner first" Dylan flirted, looking back at Y/n with a stupid smirk on his face. Y/n nervously laughed in response as they flung the rock from Dylan's hand into the water, watching it skips before dropping.

Y/n quickly removes their hand from his, trembling as they attempt to head back to the counsellors cabin, before Dylan reaches out "Hey. You don't.. uh, do you want to stay a bit longer?" He fumbled his words, interlocking his fingers with Y/n's. "Uh.. yeah." Y/n smiles softly, looking at Dylan through their eyelashes as they tighten their grip on his hand, moving closer to him.

They sit back at the foot of the pier, their hands never separating, Y/n's head sits on Dylan's shoulder as they talk for as long as they can before fatigue hits them both. When they both agreed to call it a night, Dylan stood up. "Would you want to sleep in my bed?" he wiggled his eyebrows at Y/n teasingly, offering his hand to help them up then leading then back to the cabin.

After getting comfortable in his bed, Dylan patted the spot next to him, though undoubtedly small, Y/n lay down next to him. Dylan let them get comfortable before he wrapped his arms around them, placing a small kiss on the side of their head before they lay together in silence. Y/n let the comfort of Dylan's touch and presence lull them to sleep, they really made the most of the last night of summer camp.

[alinathefirst]

Characters: Dylan Lenivy x Reader.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes - is Dylan's broad back. He sits on the bed, half covered with a blanket and looks somewhere at one point.

"Is everything okay? Why did you wake up so early? " I get up, hugging his torso with my hands and cover his back with small kisses moving to his neck.

The guy mumbles sweetly, turning his head in my direction, and smiles contentedly. I notice the bruises under his eyes and shake my head. He surely spent the whole night writing his project on quantum physics. Again.

"Yes, I spent most of the night finishing another article." As if reading my thoughts, Lenivy says in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I understood that. And how much sleep did you get in the end?" I ask, continuing to periodically kiss his shoulders and back.

Dylan looks at the time on his phone, and pretends to sigh before answering my question. By this maneuver, I already understand that what I'll hear won't please me.

"About 3 hours." The guy turns to me, giving me a light kiss on the forehead. "I woke up because I thought I was late for a side job." He honestly admits. "And then I remembered that today is a day off."

He hugs me with both arms, and we sit like this for a few seconds before Lenivy leans over to me and kisses me on the lips for a long time. He lays me on my back, hovering over me, and for now is he covering my body with kisses, sinking lower and lower. Realizing what exactly he wants to do, I stop him, smiling at his surprised look.

"No, Dylan, we're won't do this right now." I whisper, pulling him to me, kissing his nose. "You need more sleep." I look into his tired brown eyes and barely restrain a yawn myself. "We. We both need to get more sleep."

I crawl out from under the guy, rolling onto my side of the bed, and turn on to face him. Lenivy tries not to show his displeasure, although we both know that when he gets enough sleep, he will get what he wants.

I feel Dylan's hand on my waist under the blanket. He pulls me closer to his body, stroking my back. I nuzzle his chest, running the tip of my nose over it. Hear the guy's quiet laugh, and close my eyes, falling asleep in such a tender and dear embrace.

[gayfanservice]

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Request from wattpad because im surprisingly still on there

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“Good morning, Hackettiers!" Dylan's voice boomed over the PA system as children and counselors alike dressed themselves, "Today's weather forecast includes mosquitoes, butterflies, and bees, and maybe a squirrel if you're unlucky." Dylan was one of those people who you can almost hear the smile in his voice as he read off the announcements, a nice sound that can make anyone smile as they listen.

As the children settled in their chairs in the mess hall for breakfast, (Y/N) made his way towards the radio shack with a lame excuse towards the others, "I'm going to go get Dylan. Because, uh, yeah." Smoothest guy in the west, (Y/N) is. Surely no one knows that he's just going to the shack just to hang out with Dylan, there was definitely truth in his excuse.

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The walk to the shack was nice, the sun was annoyingly hot, but the breeze, birds chirping, and smell of pine made up for the short uncomfortable-ness of summer weather. Grass crinkled and dirt flattened under (Y/N)'s feet, a few loose stones being kicked away as he walked towards the bridge separating the cabins from the rest of the camp. The wood creaked as he crossed it, echoing in his ears from the otherwise quiet surroundings. 'Please don't break on me.'

Walking across the area, passing the tree with "EMMA + JACOB 4EVER" newly carved into it, passed the tire swing, and finally to the radio shack's steps.

(Y/N) jumped up the stairs, "Knock-knock, please don't be naked!" He yelled, opening the shack's door to see Dylan playing with a portable radio.

"You don't want to see me naked? How could you," Dylan put a hand to his forehead, dramatically slumping in his chair, feigning hurt and acting like a woman from the '50s. It was almost believable, if he didn't drop the tiny radio, "Fuck!" He scrambled, fumbling all his limbs to catch it before it could hit the ground. He did it, somehow.

(Y/N) cackled at the display, finally closing the shack's door and praying no kids were around too hear Dylan's profanity, "Meh, if there weren't kids around I wouldn't mind," He teased, coming up behind Dylan's sitting figure and wrapping his arms around his neck. Dylan set the radio down, leaning back into (Y/N).

Dylan sighed, "I missed you," A content smile on his face as he bathed in (Y/N)'s warm-ness.

"It hasn't even been an hour since we saw each other," (Y/N) laughed, ruffling Dylan's hair as he spun the chair around.

"One hour too long," He mumbled, hugging (Y/N)'s midsection. (Y/N) played with Dylan's hair, softly massaging his scalp, feeling Dylan melt underneath him, putting more of his body weight against (Y/N). He bent down to place a kiss on Dylan's head, holding the sides of his face and squishing Dylan's cheeks together. "What are you doing?" Dylan slurred, keeping his hands on (Y/N)'s hips as he leaned away from him.

"Man, you are so adorable, you know?" He blurted, staring into Dylan's eyes. Dylan's face turned red, the heat of rushing blood putting the summer heat to shame.

"Um, y-yeah, you too," He stuttered. (Y/N) trailed kisses down his forehead to his cheek, holding the chair's arms to steady himself on top of Dylan, who was smiling that dorky smile of his as (Y/N) placed quick pecks to every inch of Dylan's face as he could.

"My," He kissed Dylan's left cheek, "Handsome," He kissed Dylan's right cheek, "Adorable," He kissed Dylan's forehead one last time, "Dork." (Y/N) landed on Dylan's lips, who was awkwardly craning his head upwards, breaking away as both couldn't stop smiling. Dylan's face hurt from smiling so much, body full of warmth and face full of blood. (Y/N) felt warm himself, unable to stop looking at the man made from the gods themselves in front of him.

They leaned in again, sliding the chair until it hit the desk, stabilizing it so Dylan wouldn't move. It was a short kiss, no movement between the two as they basked in each other's company. Until the door swung open and Jacob came sauntering in, "Knock-knock- oh, man!"

(Y/N) jumped away from the chair, both pairs of eyes wide as (Y/N) glared at Jacob for ruining the moment. "Dude, what the hell?" (Y/N) stuffed his hands into his pockets, mood soured from the uninvited guest.

Jacob grinned, "Oh-hoo!" He finger gunned at the two, making the already awkward moment more awkward. Dylan's face was still beet-red, swiveling the chair as he faked calm-ness, internally yelling at Jacob for cock-blocking them. "So, you two, eh?" He made gestures.

Dylan groaned, "Jacob, what are you doing?"

Jacob suddenly became serious, deepening his voice as he saluted, for some unknown reason, "My deepest apologies, sirs, but it seems your presence is needed at breakfast."

"Get out."

"Okay, okay. I'll see you at the tables," He held his hands up, "Just uh, remember to wear protection, yeah?"

"Jacob!"

Some say the smile on Jacob's face was bigger than his asscrack, some will deny Jacob saw anything. No one knows what Jacob actually saw, because no one listens to what he says.

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Is this fandom alive? Barely but I don’t care lol

[bowieandqueen11]

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.

[kokomos]

*°; 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!!

[tywrites]

.*°☆ THE QUARRY

(* = smut)

KAITLYN KA ♡

let me go | kaitlyn x gn!reader

exhilarating | kaitlyn x gn!reader

RYAN ERZAHLER ♡

silence | ryan x gn!reader

bona fide | ryan x gn!reader

every time i close my eyes (i see your face) | ryan x gn!reader

velvet tongue* | ryan x gn!reader

DYLAN LENIVY ♡

make a move | dylan x gn!reader

NICK FURCILLO ♡

dance with me | nick x gn!reader

EMMA MOUNTEBANK ♡

august* | emma x afab!gen!reader

[infin1ty-garden]

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[blueghosthandsfriend]

Dylan lenivy mlm dating aesthetic

[asterartista]

Dylan would be the type of person to serenade the camp by playing the silliest songs over the P.A. system. He’d also refuse to turn them off until forced to do so.

He’d say something like: “aww, what do you mean I can’t play ‘Let It Grow’?” and pout like a little child who’s had their lollipop taken away.

He’d do it over and over, too. Think you’ve stopped him? Think again.

“Let’s see how they like this!” he says while blasting ‘Axel F’ by Crazy Frog.

“OH COME ON!” -Kaitlyn, Ryan, etc. (You get the idea.)

[fearfics]

i’ve changed my mind if anyone has any the quarry requests/thoughts, my ears are open.

- i dont really do smut maybe a little steamy it depends on the thoughts that have been thunk

- gender neutral reader/fem reader

max and abi are my favs <3

other than that i’m fine but if i’m not comfortable with the request i probably won’t answer >_<

[chaigirly]

Dylan Lenivy

I might get lost without you ⬅️ Link

Preview ⤵️

“Y/N?” Dylan calls out in a panic, the walls seeming to grow taller and taller the more he wanders blindly.

His breath got faster, his panicking growing worse as he saw the sun start to set.

Oh no no no no…

Leaves crunch under his feet as he turns sharp corners, the ever growing maze seeming to never end.

Did something happen to you?

You were standing with him just a second ago yet you managed to disappear in an instant.

What if you got kidnapped?

“Y/N?!” He calls out again, louder this time in hope you could hear him.

He was lost.

“Dylan?” Your voice says with worry from behind him, making him spin around and sigh in relief when he sees your face.

“Oh thank god you’re not hurt,” he says, relieved.

Your eyebrows furrow and you try your hardest not to laugh at how worried he got.

“Dylan…it’s a corn maze.”

His cheeks flush in embarrassment and he looks away while biting the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah but you disappeared…” he says quietly.