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[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.)

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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.

— ♡☆

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

[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.

[dearsnow]

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.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[justauthoring]

bravery.

request: Dylan (The Quarry) request for you, if that’s okay! Dylan x shy reader while playing truth or dare. He helps her pick someone and pick a question or dare for them when she’s struggling to think of something. And he gets really protective when someone asks her a question, making sure nobody asks anything that crosses a line. Maybe someone calls Dylan out on it and he has to admit to his feelings? idk it just sounded cute lol *bravery: courageous behavior or character.

a/n: my boy <3

word count: 1,331

“I-I don’t know if this is the best--”

“Come on, Y/N! Lighten up!”

Frowning at Emma’s words, you swallow thickly. A quick glance around the rest of the group tells you most of them feel the same -- you were being boring, ruining the mood... you needed to lighten up.

But... whilst truth or dare seemed like a fun game on paper, someone almost always ended up getting hurt. Someone always ended up feeling like something wasn’t fair, or that a question had gone to far. You’d seen it enough to happen, been forced to participate in this stupid game, and yeah, sometimes? it was you.

Sometimes, it was other people.

“Hey,” Dylan calls out, pulling you from your thoughts as he steps towards you, sending Emma a look. “She doesn’t need to lighten up. If she doesn’t want to play, she doesn’t have to.”

And it was odd -- Dylan speaking up like that; especially for a game you figured he’d want to play in an instant. Getting to know him as much as you have, you know he’s the type who likes to play pranks, joke around with others and probably, get into the nitty-gritty of a truth or dare game for the fun of it. 

So--

“It’s just a truth or dare game,” Kaitlyn shrugs. “I don’t see what’s the big deal.”

“Kaitlyn--”

You step forward, shaking your head; “it’s fine, Dylan. Don’t worry about it.” You send a soft, unsure smile his way, somewhat forced, before facing the others with a shrug. “Sure, why not?”

Almost instantly Emma breaks into a smile, bounding over to her. “That’s my girl!” She cheers, taking your hands into her own and clasping them tightly as she ushers everyone to take a seat around the fire.

And then, five minutes later, it’s your turn to ask a question.

You’re thankful towards the fact that no ones elected to choose you as their victim for their round, but part of you suspects it might have to do with the fact that Dylan’s placed himself directly next to you on the log. His shoulders touching your own and there’s hardly a breath of space left between you, and it seems like every time someone’s eyes gravitate your way, he tenses as if in preparation.

But now it’s your turn and you haven’t a clue who to ask. Your eyes keep flickering across the group, and you can tell they’re getting impatient as you sit there practically twiddling your thumbs.

“Come on, Y/N! Just choose someone! It doesn’t matter.”

Dylan shifts next to you as you exhale nervously and then suddenly he’s cupping a hand around your ear, his mouth right next to it. You feel your whole body tense at the feeling of him so close, not having expected it or how to really even react to the quite intimate action. But before you can really do much of anything, he’s whispering; “choose Kaitlyn.”

You don’t hesitate to listen.

“Kaitlyn,” you call. She instantly perks at the sound of her name, grinning wide. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she answers with ease, leaning back with her hands bracing her weight. With a tilt of her head, she sends a wink; “ask me the wildest question you can think of, Y/N. I won’t get mad.”

And you realize then why Dylan told you to choose her -- really, out of anyone, she’s the least likely to get upset or insulted by a question.

Biting your lip, you ask the first question that pops in your head; “have you ever cheated on anyone?”

The group seems pleasantly surprised by your question -- probably having figured you’d ask a boring question. Even Dylan looks impressed, and you hate to admit the grin on his lips makes your own cheeks warm slightly at the light praise.

“This, I have to know.” Jacob laughs, shaking his head.

Kaitlyn snorts. “I haven’t,” she shrugs, a pause of silence before adding; “haven’t been in a relationship long enough to.” She smirks, shaking her head.

A chorus of laughter follows her words, and you ease at the fact that you hadn’t managed to make an embarrassment of yourself.

“Good question,” Dylan whispers next to you. Not quite as close as before, but he still leans into your space to do it, and you feel your heart flutter as you meet his eyes briefly, distracted from Kaitlyn as she moves to ask Emma a question next.

“Y/N.”

You must’ve spaced out for longer then you thought, because suddenly Emma’s calling out your name and you freeze at the realization that she’s asking you next.

“Truth. Or. Dare.” She grins brightly at you, leaning forward as she meets your gaze directly.

“I-I...” Feeling eyes on you and not wanting to make an embarrassment of yourself, the word slips past your lips before you can think rationally; “dare.”

Dylan tenses next to you and you almost immediately regret your decision as a sly grin curls onto Emma’s lips and even through the dark, you can see a twinkle of mischief in her as she leans back, clasping her hands before herself.

“Hmm... Y/N,” she calls sweetly, practically singing your name. “I dare you to... kiss Dylan.”

Almost immediately you freeze, every muscle in your body seizing as her words echo and a chorus of ‘ooo’s’ follow. There’s chants of yours and Dylan’s name, and even when Dylan turns to face you, you don’t have the guts to meet his gaze. You should’ve known Emma would do something sly and sneaky like this -- especially because she was one of the only people to know about your feelings for Dylan...

The same Dylan she’s been trying to get you to ask out for since the beginning of summer.

“Umm...” You hesitate, feeling cornered by the gazes on your back.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s just a kiss.”

“Yeah, it’s not that--”

“Hey, come on,” Dylan calls, leaning forward with an adamant shake of his head. “That’s too far.” He turns to you, a frown on his lips. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Y/N.”

“How is that too far?” Emma immediately argues, “Ryan kissed Kaitlyn!”

“He was into it!”

“And Y/N’s not?”

“No!”

“W-Well--” You try to speak up, but your voice is overshadowed by Emma’s.

“And why do you care so much, huh? Dylan?” She accuses, leaning forward with a raised brow. “Since the beginning of this game you’ve hovered over Y/N, practically glaring at us any time someone wanted to ask her something. Last I checked, she wanted to join the game.”

Dylan shakes his head; “it didn’t seem that way to me. It seemed like she felt she had to.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, because of you guys.”

“Hey!” Jacob calls, brows furrowing. “We didn’t force her to do anything!”

“She didn’t have to,” Ryan shrugs, shaking his head.

“More importantly,” Emma calls out, raising her finger as she keeps her gaze strictly on Dylan. “Why do you care so much?”

He pauses at that. You watch, stunned, as a warm glow hovers on his cheeks and he’s suddenly stammering over her words; all fight has left him as he avoids everyone’s gazes. 

Suddenly, it clicks.

Feeling a surge of bravery, you lean forward, your hands falling onto Dylan’s cheeks, gently guiding his gaze upwards before pressing your lips against his own. Everything falls eerily silent the second you do, and you feel him tense beneath your touch, but then, suddenly, he’s easing and his hands are curling onto your hips, pulling closer.

Your eyes flutter shut and any noise, any calls the group makes aren’t heard by you as you relish in the feeling of doing what you’ve wanted since the beginning of summer.

When you pull back, Dylan’s eyes are wide and his lips are parted, stunned.

But he looks completely content.

“See,” Emma calls, pulling your eyes on her as she sends you a thumbs up. “That’s my girl.”

[montysstuffs]

Hii! I would like to know if you would write a dylan lenivy x fem! reader smut (I canon dylan as bi btw) where they sneak out at night to have seggs in the radio shack. I hope that's alright? Thank you!

Love Shack

Dylan x f!reader

AN: I am so sorry this took so long to get out. I suck and once I get all of these out, I plan on writing a continuation bc Jesus Dylan looks good on his knees. As usual, this was not beta read, so I apologize for any grammatical errors on my part. Ily💕💕 Any and all negative comments will be deleted 😘

Warnings: oral (f receiving), cussing, (if there are more, let me know~)

“D-Dylan, we shouldn’t.”

“And why not, doll face?”

“Someone might see -fuck.”

The thought that someone might walk in on the two of you sent a wave of fear and an arousing chill down both of your bodies. Dylan’s fingers made quicks work of his belt. His usually nimble fingers stuttering and fumbling to get the rest of his jeans. It was the first time you both had any time to yourselves, and Dylan was not going to waste any time showing you how much he missed your presence. You looked at him with an enticing and playful glint as you sat up on his soundboard. Haphazardly pressing every single button imaginable. Fuck you were so lewd.

He places a chaste kiss to your neck as he flips a switch. Effectively turning off everything. He was always the precautious type anyway. You held up your flimsy skirt as he eased his way down to his knees. He always looked so good under you. You didn’t even bother to waste time pulling your panties off. He pulled them to the side as he got an eyeful of your dripping cunt. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he smirks up at you as he bites your inner thigh.

“Shut up and eat me already.”

“Ooo eager are we?” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulders as he darts his tongue out. His hot breath ghosted over where you needed attention the most.

Growing impatient, you tug at his brown hair. Pulling his face into your awaiting pussy. He whimpers at the motion. His cock twitches, he is taken aback by how bold you are. “Fuck yes. Grab my hair and grind into my mm-“ his words are cut off by another forceful tug. This time, his tongue is immediately met with your wet folds. Capturing your clit in his mouth, his hands begin to wander. One of your hands keeps you propped up as the other doesn’t let for of his hair. “I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t wait any longer,” still, you don’t let his hair go. Fearful that if you do, he’ll stop pleasuring you like he is. “No no, I like it,” he says between licks. Your juices combined with his spit runs down his chin as he laps at your pussy. There is a mixture of sucks and kisses at your clit as he adds in two of his fingers. He groans at how tight you are, “relax baby.” He could barely get to the first knuckle. The last thing he would want is to hurt his princess. Your grip on his hair loosens, your hand trailing down to cup his cheek. His fingers finally reach his second knuckle. He looks up at you as if you hung the moon in the sky. “Hey, look at me, beautiful. That feel good?” You can’t help but to buck your hips abruptly as he grazes over that wonderful bundle of nerves that you love so much. You manage to open one of your hazy eyes, the sight under you could’ve sent you over the ledge. Dylan’s tongue was out flat against your. Clit as his fingers work their magic. Something he’s acquired over a bit of time. His pace quickens as your hips begin to stutter on their own. Your moans echo through the rickety shack as your orgasm washes over you. Dylan encourages and coaxes you through it, “Cum nice and hard for me baby. Ride it out, baby, ride it out. That’s it, very good.” He only adds to the overwhelming pleasure by lapping at your creamy pussy. He waits for you to ride your wave before he stands back up. You taste yourself on his lips. So sweet and earthy.

“Meet me back at our spot, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll return the favor.”

[ladyofwinterfellxx]

hiii!!! can you plspls write something fluffy w a gn reader for dylan lenivy? it can be any plot you want, just pls make it fluffy!!! ty !! <3

Scraped knees and lollipops

Pairings: Dylan Lenivy x GN!reader

Word count: 955

Request: Yes | No

Series name: The Quarry

Genre: Fluff, confession, pre-in game events

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of wounds

Synopsis: Dylan’s scrapped knees and palms result in a confession. (the time is set a month into summer camp, reader works in the nurse station as camp nurse.)

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Authors note: Dylan is such a baby I love him sm. I hope this is okay, I thought it was pretty cute but idk if Dylan seems ooc or not, I tried my best though. I didn't really know how to end it lol

Working as The camp nurse could be boring sometimes, but it kept you pretty busy most of the time. From scraped knees from falling on hikes, bruised elbows, and even a broken finger once, the kids certainly kept you busy. But no one kept you busier than the camp announcer, Dylan Lenivy. Dylan came to you with every bruise, scratch, or bump that he received, whining about how “you always fix it the best.”. Not that you’d ever complain though, you secretly enjoyed him coming to you, that just meant more time with the man you’ve had a crush on all summer. Little did you know he liked you too.

You were putting away the new pack of gauze bandages Mr. Hackett had brought you when he came in, the bell above the door chiming as he sauntered in. You heard a faint wince as the door shut.

“Y/nnnnn,” he whined as he dragged his feet dramatically against the floor, making his way over to you. You chuckled as you set the bandage in your hand on the table in front of you, turning to face the boy.

“And what did you do this time, hm?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the pout adoring his face.

“I may have tripped on the hike?” he smiled bashfully, raising his hands reveal his scraped palms. You sigh and shake your head as you notice his equally scraped knees.

“What am I ever going to do with you Dylan, I’m gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap if you keep hurting yourself,” you say, voice laced with humor. He chuckles shyly, raising his arms in a shrug.

“Have a seat, clumsy” you turn to the counter and begin digging out the supplies you needed as Dylan sat on the all too familiar chair, silently watching as you walked over with the kit.

“Hey at least I have the coolest nurse to help me, I’d he helpless without you” he snarks, meeting your e/c eyes.

“Helpless is right, your gonna be a wreak once summers over” you smile, gently taking his hands in yours as you look over the damage. He hisses softly as you press on a particularly tender spot.

“alright, hands don’t look too bad, you know the drill by now” you mutter, reaching over for the peroxide, gently pouring some on a pad. ”This is gonna sting, I know.” he says cheekily, wincing as you place the pad onto his right palm.

After repeating the process on his other hand, you gently wrapped them with a bandage. You grab a fresh pad along with a pair of tweezers before kneeling, gently coaxing his leg to extend with a hand on his calf.

“This parts probably gonna suck a bit, just hold still.” you say as you bring the tweezers up, gently pulling a stuck rock off the wound. He gently bit his tongue, squirming in his seat slightly.

“You’ve gotta stay still sweetheart or I’m gonna poke ya, that’ll just suck more,” you say, running a soothing hand up his forearm. His cheeks go red at the nickname.

“But it stiiings” he huffs, pouting and crossing his arms dramatically while pulling his leg away, causing you to chuckle.

“tell ya what, if you be good and sit still so I can get this done faster, I’ll give you a lollipop, sound good? you cooe mockingly, feeding into his childish antics. He smiles bashfully as he extends his leg back to you.

“Fineee, I susppose that’ll due” he sighs sarcastically before giggling at himself.

“Aaand done, see that wasn’t so bad was it?” you cooe, standing and putting bandages and peroxide in the medical kit before closing the lid.

“No, it never is with you”, he mutters, smiling shyly as you bring over the mug filled with lollipops.

“You got lucky, I just refilled it so you have first dibs” He takes a blue one from the mug and took the wrapper off before looking up at you, his doe brown eyes adorning a loving look.

“Thank you y/n” he purrs, popping the lolli into his mouth.

“No worries.” you reply, setting the mug down before taking the kit and putting it back on it’s shelf.

“I mean it though, I appreciate you putting up with me.” he says, chuckling slightly.

“It’s no problem Dylan, really. I like when you come to see me.” you lean on the counter, scanning his face for a reaction.

“Really?” he asks, eyes widening slightly.

“Yea, I uh- I really like you Dylan..” you mutter bashfully, looking down at the floor. you look up when you hear him sigh seemingly with relief.

“I really like you too y/n,” he smiles, standing from the chair. “shit I can’t believe you beat me to confessing” he huffs defeatedly. You giggle as he wraps his arms around you in a hug. ”It’s alright, some of us are slower then others” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I take it back I no longer like you” he snarks sarcastically, ruffling your hair gently.

“oh no! how could I ever win back your love Mr. Lenivy!” you gasp, playfully putting your hand over your heart.

“Nope the damage has been done, your too much of a butthead to win back my love” his hand shoots to his forehead dramatically as he gently pushes you away. You meet eyes, causing each other to break out in a fit of giggles.

He smiles before pulling you back in a hug, kissing your temple

The extensive use of medical supplies on him was definitely worth it.

[mo0nfairy]

Yandere Dylan yandere Dylan yandere dylan

                🪷 ִ  °  ⋆  𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤  ˚ ｡  . 🪺

                                 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼  .  .  .

        ♫  𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 ⸺ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝

                                          ˚  ✩  📓  ｡  ˚ ✧  *  ｡ 🥬

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝗴! <𝟯

                          𝗱𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘃𝘆’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲  .  .  .

𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, & 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍

polaroid one is found amongst a cork-board in the lodge

it’s articulate — the way the clouds hang above the bed of grass like bending lilies overcame by raindrops

as if the photographer knew exactly what they were doing

and as much as dylan finds it gorgeous, he only takes a mere second to admire the piece before moving on with his day

polaroid two is found hand-in-hand with the first on the cork-board, once again

and by god, the way this artist looks at the world is marvelous

it’s just as gorgeous as the previous, dylan thinks to himself, how the butterfly fits like a puzzle piece into this polaroid

but how, and why, has something as mere as a polaroid captured his attention in such a captivating manner?

this confusion runs rampant in his mind and much to his dismay, this skepticism is never brought to any fruition

in the exact same location as the previous two, polaroid three is found a week after the last

the burst of different hues, the rays of sunshine bleeding through, the angles that capture the true essence of summer

he then begins to ponder who this mystery photographer is and just how hasn’t he noticed them yet?

and better yet, why has the whole week without any new content from them… hurt?

polaroid four is just as stunning per usual as it’s found sitting with the rest

and its witchery works all the same, but there’s a sudden bolt of fear that strikes his heart when he comprehends the contents of the picture

what was this photographer that dylan has come to love doing all the way out in the wilderness by themselves?

there was the mere possibility that they weren’t alone, but for some odd reason, his stomach twists at the very idea

nonetheless, your art is astonishing as it always is, but the unfamiliar rot still sits deep within him

polaroid five is found peeking out of a backpack of one of the campers

that state of admiration somehow had manifested into a fit of paranoia, and for why, dylan can’t put a finger on a potential reason

it’s just some other flimsy polaroid, it could’ve been taken by anyone, hence why it’s in the possession of somebody else, so why should it matter to him?

it most certainly couldn’t have been taken by them… right?

but, he grasps the image in his hand, and the way so many words have been spoken in a mere image so effortlessly, dylan knew who was behind the art

the way they capture the world — it’s inspiring, it’s devastating; it’s perfect

a shrill voice cuts into the air and halts dylan’s train of thought

a young camper who was assumed to be the owner of the picture then questions him about his actions

“who took this picture?” dylan doesn’t waste a mere second to bring his questions to fulfillment

the child’s eyes light up, “oh, y/n did! they’re my family. mr. hackett put their pictures up over there to show everyone!” they answer, using a dainty finger to point towards the cork-board

y/n…

y/n y/n y/n y/n

the name felt like honey on his tongue as he spoke it softly into the air, almost as if he didn’t quite believe you were real and not just some figment of his imagination

finally, he can put a label on his sweet artist

with that vital piece of information, that brings dylan here, alone while the rest of the campers and counselors are out exploring the forest of hackett’s quarry

and using the bobby-pin technique jacob taught him, he had successfully picked the lock into cabin 7 and sauntered inside

dylan searches every nook and cranny for some trace of you as if he was in some sort of withdrawal without your perfect art

one peek into the rickety desk in the corner and he has found it: a piece of you

several letters sent to your sibling, detailing what your home life is like and the sights you’ve seen during your summer retreat

and lied messily among the pages are several polaroids, which dylan feverishly takes into his possession

polaroid six is of the beach you and your sibling commonly visit and dylan ponders how your skin reacts to the heat, how handsome you would look underneath the sunlight, how well you would fit nestled in his arms

polaroid seven is a picture of your precious kitty which you knew your sibling missed dearly and dylan ponders what kind of pets you two would get when if you moved in together and the brilliant photos you would take of them

to show off your success, polaroid eight was taken to brag to your sibling that your plant had sprouted before theirs did and dylan wonders if you’d be this competitive with him once you finally meet

polaroid nine is a mere photo of your backyard that sends dylan to the cracking conclusion that he is in love with you, a stranger whose mere art has managed to conquer his world in the most catalytic, but blissful manner

summer is inching near its end with its softer breezes and drifting leaves

and as the children are beginning to pack up to return home, dylan can’t handle the idea of never being able to meet you

11:23 AM ticks on the cuckoo clock in the lodge, x’s are crossed among the calendar until the current date, august 22nd, 2021

parents have begun to crowd into the estate to reunite with their kids after a long summer, all whilst the campers are out and about for one last hoo-rah around the quarry before it’s back to school

dylan is in charge of getting the campers back with their guardians and he taps his foot anxiously at the very idea of one of these people being you

somehow with effortless finesse, you have managed to entangle yourself with the threading of his veins, puppeteering his every move and controlling every aspect of his body

however, it’s not like he truly minded tearing himself to shreds for you

all he ever wanted was for you to burn through his facade of flesh, blood, and bones, then to see what lies underneath and still love him despite

he wants you to take his clothes off and run your fingers amongst every wound, and in your eyes, tell him: “i still love you despite it all”

he wants so badly for you to taste every haunting, disgusting thought of his and not see your face twist from utter revulsion, but instead, light up with the same admiration and overwhelming fucking infatuation he has for you

“name?” dylan asks the stranger in a apathetic tone, head too clouded up with his fantasies to truly pay attention

“y/n l/n” his heart stops in his chest, “i’m here to pick up y/s/n l/n.”

and by god, this creature before him is astonishingly and heartbreakingly beautiful

dylan is disorientated, dizzy, euphoric; he has turned into a mess of all the things that have been caused by his darling shutterbug

this poor boy tries with every fiber of his being to muster up some witty comment to snag your heart (or any words for that matter), but you’ve stunned him into such a deafening silence that the only noise that escapes is his shaky breaths and awkward stammering

however, the truth is, there is nothing for him to say, all he does is crave you and there are no words in any human language to ever express these feelings of sheer hunger

he stares at you like a deer in headlights, all while you shift uncomfortably and wait for the silence to be filled

“are you all right?” god, your voice, “y-yeah, sorry, i- um… i’m-i’m all right. uh, th-the kids, they’ll be done soon. um, you’re more than welcome to… welcome to look around while you wait, i don’t mind…” dylan has never wanted to punch himself so badly before

you chime back into the conversation, “actually, the environment around camp is stunning. would it be all right if i snapped a few pics?” you ask him, presenting him your polaroid camera

“oh, of course!” dylan responds a little too enthusiastically. “i mean- yeah, you can- you can do… that” do you see what you do to him?

you merely nod and send him a smile that practically explodes his heart to pieces, right before you escape through the doors of the lodge and leave the boy to wallow in his self-pity

after all, he said it himself: to see the beauty behind the camera, that’s all he’s ever truly wanted

and your premonitions were right, the beauty of the place between summer and fall is gorgeous, especially around hackett’s quarry

you can’t seem you take your hands off the shutter button, every inch of the woodland is magnetizing and you can’t only hope these pictures to the atmosphere justice

however, due to being so engrossed in your devotion and your poor navigation skills, you walk off trail and find yourself lost in the forest 

your sibling will definitely poke fun at you for this, they always had a knack for teasing and taunting you for the little things

a soft smile forms on your face at the thought; you have missed them dearly and can only imagine the types of jokes and stories they’ll have for you as you saunter your way through the never-ending woods

crunch! the noise fills the air, you gasp and turn your head to the sound

you prepare for an ax murderer to welcome you to your inevitable demise, only to see a bunny hop out from behind a tree stump

concealing the urge to squeal at the utter cuteness, you bend down and point your camera to the subject, snapping a quick picture

you then begin apologizing profusely to the bunny as it scurries away from the bright flash of your camera

how pretty, you think, as you look to the woodland before you to see the sun peak through the expanse of tree branches

another flash of white permeates the area for a mere second, watching intently as the polaroid begins to fade into the hues of green you were going to miss once september arrives

thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!

you're not given a second to react to the sudden acceleration of hastening footsteps from behind you before you've tackled to the ground

your beloved camera shatters from the force and all the photos you’ve kept stashed in your pocket fly into the air before you

fear surges through you like some form of drug, as you begin to beat and strike against your assailant

you're weeping as you use all the strength within your body to punch your attacker, all while they give you words of solace as they try to restrain you in the kindest way possible

they manage to grasp hold of your wrists and pin them beside your face, letting you get a clear image of the assailant

those wide brown eyes, sleek facial structure, and tall frame: this was no other than the cute boy from the front desk

you and dylan are so close to one another and you could practically taste the pulsating craving in his breath

he wants you so bad; he needs you so, so bad the sheer feeling alone could just about kill him

and by some brush of luck, those past thoughts of paranoia and insecurities of his have manifested into this undying desire for you

without a blink of a second, his hands have grasped your head and his lips are on yours in a hysteric frenzy

you paw at him in an attempt to get your aggressor off of you, but your efforts were futile as his lips remain locked upon yours

it’s a mess of saliva and hushed moans against your lips, all while his heart races with enough force to shatter through his ribs and flesh, to where he would place the organ into your hands 

right where it belongs

polaroid ten blows in away in the wind, an eternal mark of your everlasting mistake.

[dddomenstarstwst]

Play me a song, my love!

I used a fortune wheel to get a prompt and a character so blame everything on it. These are a little long, i guess. Please enjoy!

Prompt: Musician!Crush

Character/s: Dylan Lenivy, gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Format: headcanons

🎧 Dylan enjoys listening to music very much. He thinks music is much more than just a bunch of sounds and some fancy lyrics. He thinks music brings people from all over the globe together. For music it doesn't matter what your sexuality, race, gender identity or age is. That's why he loves music.

🎧 Dylan also loves to support small content creators. He's a sucker for some homemade accessories, artists who aren't as "popular", or people who make music themselves without expensive equipment and a team of professional editors.

🎧 Such as you. He found your youtube channel and spotify account and immediately fell in love. Your style, your voice, everything was perfect for him. He became your fan, he followed you on all your social media.

🎧 Dylan was excited for the summer camp, the place where he can became the version everybody loved. Blasé Dylan. Something he himself always wanted to be. Blasé Dylan is funny, sarcastic, easygoing. In one word - perfect. People won't like Dylan Dylan, because he's not as funny and optimistic, real Dylan is a nerd, he likes quantum physics, he enjoys big dusty books and quiet evenings.

🎧 Dylan unpacked his bag and was ready to get to know his fellow counselors. He knew Ryan, mysterious and alluring, a loner, not really expressive, but Dylan never blamed him. He himself didn't like excessive reactions he gave, but that's what people loved.

🎧 Nick was shy and polite, had a cool accent, Jacob was similar to Blasé Dylan, but probably more real, Emma, an influencer girl, was a little annoying, but fun nonetheless, Abi was an artist with a crazy amount of talent and passion for it, and Kaitlyn was badass, no need for more words.

🎧 But there was also someone that caught his attention. They were another counselor, a very cute one, he admitted to himself. They were awkward at first, but got along with everyone pretty quickly. Dylan swore their voice sounded familiar, but he just couldn't place to where he heard it.

🎧 You both bounded quite fast, became best friends, then he developed a crush on you, and you on him. However, none of you confessed, thinking it was just your imagination. No need to say the Hacketteers were screaming internally from both your stupidity.

🎧 Dylan was an announcer of the camp, so he got to play whatever songs he chose. Of course, that means he sometimes played very questionable ones, but most of the time he played whatever was on his playlist. And that means lots of songs produced by you.

🎧 Much to your surprise, because you never knew he liked your works. When you visit his radio hut, nervously darting your gaze everywhere but to his face, he asks if something is wrong. You don't answer.

🎧 Dylan freezes up, when you ask him if he knows who the artist is. He says your nickname, but you shake your head. 'What's the real identity of the musician, i mean. Do you know it?' He answers negatively, implying that they never disclosed it.

🎧 Dylan swears, he feels butterflies in his stomach when you laugh at his answer. He doesn't care if you think he's ridiculous. He just loves the sound. Dylan swears, but this time under his breath, when you tell him you're the artist that he so loves and adores

🎧 And he doesn't believe it, until you show him some unfinished lyrics and not fully recorded songs. Dylan stares at you, still in awe. His idol, someone he obsessed over so much, was standing right in front of him.

🎧 That said, Dylan will pester you with questions about music making process. He might not understand most of the stuff, but he loves when your eyes light up when talking about your passion. He'll also ask you to teach him how to make music, but that's not an easy task, so you left it for some other time.

🎧 Dylan considers you the biggest professional of all times, much to your embarrassed protests. He complements your skills and is genuinely curious about music from the creator's standpoint.

[dargoww]

the dylan brainrot is REAL i love this man <33

if you don’t mind, could i get some fluffy dylan x reader content? like maybe reader knows the woods really well and so reader & dylan sneak off and reader takes dylan on a cute first date kind of thing in a clearing. i recently played through the quarry for the second time and my heart BROKE when dylan died i need fluff for the soul

hello love!! thank you for your request! i tried to make it as fluffy fluff fluff as possible but it came out with a little angst haha. but you know you can't fluff if you don't angst! kssjsksj

hope you like it!

pairing: dylan lenivy x gn!reader

warnings: none except it for there's some angst (very little i swear!!) and languages (one word lol)

wc: 1.1k

summary: you & dylan go for a walk in the woods and talk about all kinds of stuff! except wait.. there's something else to it 😳

"Jeez, no shit we're just casually walking around the forest like that. Wait, is this a date? Looks like a date to me."

You adjusted your backpack and turned around putting on a cheerful smile.

"Yes, Dylan. It is a date. Any objections?"

"No, no, none at all, my dear. You really could choose a different place though. Not that I'm complaining or anything. Although, you know, the adrenaline of meeting a bear could spice things up a bit. I guess."

You chuckled.

"Well, we should definitely dial the bears' number then. Anyway, I've been exploring a bit and, uh, I found this really cool place – "

"Wait, what? Exploring? The middle of the forest? Wow, you're tough. I mean I couldn't have done that. Wouldn't have. I prefer my safe, warm radioshack. Without bears and all that stuff. Sorry I interrupted you though. What were you saying, love?" He looked at you, a warm expression on his face.

"Yeah, well, first off, enough with the bears."

"You're the one talking about bears now."

"Dylan, you know what I mean."

"I dunno what you mean. Maybe bears?"

"Oh my gosh, please."

"Alright, alright. I'm done."

"I wanted to tell you that I found a really cool place here in the woods. And I thought I needed to show it to you. For the sake of... I dunno, for the sake of why not."

Dylan seemed to be a little surprised by your words.

"Damn. It's actually... Not gonna lie, it's actually kinda cute. You thought about me walking around that place? Awe, my heart." He placed his arm on his heart, playfully squeezing the fabric of his shirt.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on. It's not that far from here."

Continuing on your little journey, the two of you talked about all things that popped up in your minds. It wasn't too long for you to reach your destination though.

...

"Wow, yeah. This place is alright, Y/n. Really."

"Knew you'd like it. I mean really. Look around. The only thing here missing was a handsome boy. And now we got it covered."

Dylan laughed, looking around himself.

It was really lovely. Barely touched by human hands, nature here made you feel as if you are in another world. A couple of butterflies and bees here and there, lavender bushes, some fallen trees. And the greenery. The sun reflecting on the green leaves of trees practically made this little glade shine. Truly magical.

"This place feels surreal. I love it. No shit."

You opened your backpack to take all the stuff out of it. Placing a thin cover over the grass, you reached for the two cans of beer and some chips.

"This should get us comfy. I brought some beer, so suit yourself. I didn't actually bring us here for just admiring the views. Although, that, too. But I wanted to discuss something." You sat down on the cover.

"Woah, should I be afraid of some serious talk? Should I start running away?" Dylan sat alongside you, taking and opening one of the beer cans. "Please don't make me run away. I don't think I'll be able to find the right way to the camp. I will cry and hide somewhere in the bushes." He pointed at the lavender bushes. "Those seem nice."

You laughed, looking at the lavender and then back at Dylan.

"You know I wouldn't just let you die somewhere, Dillie. I would either kill you myself or rescue you with my mighty butt."

"It would've sounded really cheesy without that «kill you myself» part." Having said that, Dylan took a sip of his beer and looked at you passionately, leaning on his elbow.

"You know what else sounds cheesy? I, fucking, love you. When you give me that look I'm getting all lovey-dovey."

Dylan smiled, shaking his head a little. "That's the second reason why I keep giving you that look."

"Wow, and the other reason?" You said, taking your own can of beer.

"I, fucking, love you too."

You fell silent for a second.

"You didn't just– no way. That was kinda smooth." You laughed, opening your beer.

Dylan looked at you, raising his head. "You said you wanted to discuss something. What is it?" He straightened up his position.

"It's just that... Well, summer's ending soon. And this camp stuff ends even sooner. I mean, Emma told me she's gonna break with Jacob since it was «just a summer thing» for them. Will that... Will that be the same for us?"

Dylan looked down, carefully thinking about what to reply. You spoke up first though.

"I get that we're not Jacon and Emma, but the question still remains. I also don't think it's something you decide alone, without your partner, as Emma did. She's just gonna make Jake face the facts. I don't think it's the right way to do it. What do you think?" You asked, giving Dylan a troubled look.

"Listen, Y/n, as you pointed out, we're not Jacob and Emma. If you're... Well, if you're alright with all the long-distance stuff then we should be fine. It will be difficult but totally not impossible. And we still can visit each other. I mean, come on, we have internet and all. And airplanes. Airplanes are good stuff."

You were silent for a couple of moments. This time, Dylan used the opportunity to speak up once again.

First, he took a sigh.

"It's... Well. I sure don't wanna lose you. There's that. I mean... I finally feel like I connected to someone, you know? You are one of the most considerate people I've ever met. It's like you understand me to a level even I probably don't understand myself. And the most important thingie, well... I understand and feel you too. That's why it's not a one-way connection." He glanced at you, looking confident about his words.

"I... Dylan, you never told me about this. I felt like this too. Still do. I feel so comfy whenever I'm with you."

"Exactly. Closure matters, yeah, but not as much as the person themselves. I wouldn't want to end our relationship like this, because, well... It's special. For both of us. I mean, if you wanna dump my sweet ass, you can always do that. But just... Later, alright? My ass... Isn't ready yet."

You looked at him, little tears welling up in your eyes.

"No way, Dylan," You hugged him, practically smiling into his shoulder, still with tears in your eyes. "I wouldn't ever dump that ass of yours."

First, Dylan returned the hug, then faced you, smiling like a little boy. Pressing his lips onto yours, he took you by your elbow.

You snuggled up closer to him, responding to the kiss. It was full of delight, love and belief. A strong belief that everything will be just fine. There was no other reason to think otherwise now.

"Damn, I'm still the best kisser though," Dylan says, placing one long kiss on your lips. You interrupt it immediately.

"Oh, really? Well, hold my beer – "

"Just kidding, just kidding, love. Your kisses hit real good."

[ghostradiodylan]

Guys, if you ever want to play a truly unhinged version of The Quarry, get yourself a freshly formatted PS4 and play it from the disc with no updates.

It’s got unfinished shading! It’s got deleted scenes! And my new favorite glitch of all time: I let Dylan keep his hand so he turned at the Scrapyard. Then I got the biggest jump scare I’ve ever had in the game because HE RANDOMLY APPEARED AT THE LODGE.

Yo, something is not right with that boy. 😭

Emma also appeared with Abi in the surveillance room cut scene despite also being a werewolf trapped in the basement. But that was way less ominous.

This is also my third run using the same save file with chapter select, so I’m guessing something got crossed and there are remnants of prior saves coming through? I was going to let it update but now I feel like I must keep playing it as-is to see just how broken I can make this game.

[vamprnce]

the bfs fell asleep together after a party where all the other counselors are at, everyone's gonna take pics and tease em abt it 🤭💞

click on the pic jic tumblr fucks up the quality lol

bonus stuff + ref:

[dearsnow]

HEY, LOVER!

- a transcription of some voicemails your dear boyfriend has sent you (fluff, dylan lenivy x gn!reader, requests are open!)

a/n: i am sooooo so in love with him

- “Hey! Uhhh what’s up? Yeah I was just calling to make sure you’re alive. I mean why wouldn’t you be? I saw you like half an hour ago. Maybe it was more like a full hour. Half hour, full hour, it doesn’t matter. I miss you. *Kissy noises*. Love you. Bye!”

- (Whispering) “You look really good right now. Bye.”

- “Oh you will not BELIEVE who I just saw walking past me. Your. Mom.”

- “Ok so there’s two things I need to say. One; I think I broke the lamp. Scratch that, it was totally Ryan. Ryan broke the lamp. Isn’t that right, Ryan?” (Ryan, in the distance) “I absolutely did not.” (Dylan, now whispering) “he’s such a liar.” (No longer whispering) “The lamp is definitely not functioning. *shuffling and clicking sounds*. It turned on! Oops, never mind. I think that was its last ditch effort at life. Like when you cut the head off a bug and its body just squirms around a bit. Anyways. Second thing, Ryan called me a pissbaby and that kind of hurt so when you call me back can you like affirm that I’m not a fucking pissbaby?” (Ryan) “that’s immature, just accept that you suck at Mario Kart.” (Dylan) “My Mario Kart rank does not decide if I’m a pissbaby or not!” (Ryan) “it absolutely does.” (Dylan) “Fuck off. *thunk noise* HE THREW HIS CONTROLLER AT ME HOLY SHIT AHHH it didn’t hit me, L aim dude. Oh fuck he’s approaching like a rabid dog. If I don’t make it, just know I love you. And put this guy in jail when you get the chance because this is definitely assault-“ (voicemail cuts off).

- “Kitty wanted to say hi. Say hi! *cat meows*. That means ‘I love you’ in cat. You better call and say I love you back or else. Bye.”

- (Kaitlyn) “You deserve so much better than this gu-“ (Dylan, in the distance) “GIVE MY PHONE BACK!!”

- “This is your boyfriend speaking; I’ve been trying to reach you regarding your car’s extended warranty, so call me back when you get the chance alright?”

- “Hi I made a new playlist for you, I sent it like a minute ago and I didn’t know if you saw it… *fumbling noises* that was the wrong playlist. Shit. I sent the new one too, so check it out when you have time and absolutely do not look at the first one. Love you, bye bye!”

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[sh5]

a dramatic final kiss would have been really fun :,)

[homebyeleven]

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

[montysstuffs]

Breeding kink request pt 1

Continuation bc I thought about them while I was at work. Also, it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so I guess I’ll have to fix it!

Jacob: Has never really thought of having kids, but when he had you face down, ass up, he can’t help but wonder. You were notorious for beautiful, comforting voice. Whether it be crying out in pleasure, or talking to any kids in the vicinity, he could always pick it out in a crowd. So of course, even with your face buried into the pillow, and your hands fisting the sheets, your begging was getting to him. He had always stressed being careful, but when you lull at him to fill you full, he doesn’t have a choice. Your voice wrapped around and rattled in his skull. He fills you to the brim with one hand on your hip and the other on the nape of your neck. His hips rutting into you. An absolute himbo and will get along great with your kids. It’s almost like you have an extra child.

Dylan: tbh you both probably already have kids together. One of your parents pick up the kids so you both have a date night. He wines and dines you for a small portion of the night before coming home. You’re both frantically kissing each other. Clumsily taking off shoes and shirts while you’re at it. Not even making it to the bedroom before he’s got you on your back. One of your legs over his shoulder to get deeper. He chants, “just one more,” as his thrusts become sloppier. After filling you with cum, he places a pillow under your hips. Tilting them up as to not waste a single drop. After all, it’s worked before.