#dylan the quarry

[loohconrado]

yes i love them thankyou

[jacobscustos]

[impreaa]

[pebbldd]

[lizzietoons]

A feature a lot of people missed in The Quarry (2022) that was in Until Dawn (2015) was the “Relationship Status” and “Character Traits” tab. I decided to fix that and photoshopped (7) of the counselors as according to chapter one (what you would see when first opening their tabs). Obviously they would adjust later on, especially the traits. A lot of time went into making these look as close to the actual UI as possible. These would decrease/increase in accordance to certain choices or story beats to give more weight to choices.

…skipped out on Laura and Max because they only know each other, so their relationship tab would look kinda empty.

(This is an olde post I’m cross posting to tumblr)

[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.

[pastelmilky]

Since i’m not good at being active, here’s some The Quarry dumb sketches I did. Not this game being my current hyperfixation-

Probably the one with Ryan and Dylan has been done before but??

Also I don’t ship Nick and Jacob I just think it could be funny that Jacob is part of the « maybe i also like men » Nick’s awakening (i headcanon him as bisexual)

ALSO I NEED MORE NICK CONTENT??????? WHERE IS ALL THE LOVE HE DESERVES?????????????

[prismaticella]

🤩 love this game

[yeemophantrash]

Supermassive confirming Dylan's and Ryan's neurodivergency as well as their relationship on TikTok?

[hanksthompson]

“Uh, I’m kinda closer to Dylan....though, after tonight, I dunno.” “Trauma can bring people together.” “Yeah. And vodka.”

[cybercujoh]

screencap redraw!

[delightful-pisces-fanart]

I WISH THEY HAD MORE SCENCES TOGETHER

Quarry fanart incoming

[jacobscustos]

i think that the idea of dylan going on to get forklift certified after the tragedy of hackett's quarry is so funny. like he's studying to be a physicist, he will have no use for this but bc he did good with a crane he was like "oh new hobby unlocked"

[grievedeeply]

Hi! Can I request the counselors reacting to you offering for them to rest their head in your lap? Maybe you noticed they were super tired from taking care of the kids. I think it could be super cute and fluffy tysm ❤️

i'm gonna try to squeeze all of them in this because i think this idea is super cute, which means they might all be pretty short. i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! i decided to make this pretty ambiguous so you can be dating them or not depending on your thoughts. set in an au where laura and max get to camp without any problems

gn!reader

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tws: none

the counselors reaction to you offering for them to rest their head in your lap headcanons

ryan erzahler

ryan is so exhausted after a long day with the kids. his social bar was already pretty low when he woke up, but after watching them he's ready to lie down and sleep for a long time

you notice his tired expression and how he's pretty much dragging his feet behind him as he walks towards you, and you greet him with a smile

the two of you have known each other for awhile and quickly became comfortable with affection, so when you get back to your cabin you ask him if he wants to rest his head in your lap

he does a double take— his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes wide— but he nods and lays his head down in your lap

he's glad that you noticed his feelings and offered this to him. it makes him feel seen and loved, and he falls asleep quickly while you rub comforting circles into his shoulder

dylan lenivy

dylan is one of the kids favorite counselors. he's so funny and he pays attention to every single one of them equally. he's loved by them and they spend sooo much time with him every day

he doesn't mind. it makes him feel good about himself. but he feels burnt out sometimes, especially when they're constantly asking for him to play with them

he's so tired as he walks back to your cabin, shutting the door behind him with a groan. he'll tell you about his day and you notice the weary expression on his face

you offer for him to rest his head in your lap, and he takes it immediately. he loves being around you and he's comfortable with affection with you, so this is something he enjoys

he'll look up at you and talk to you, asking you questions about how your day went and what you were doing with the kids before he drifts off for a few moments. you don't mind it, though. you know he needed the rest

kaitlyn ka

as the activities coordinator, kaitlyn is always on the move. she doesn't really admit it, but she's pretty much always tired

she'll only ever show it to you sometimes, and the case of her exhaustion has to be really severe. she'll come to your cabin and just wordlessly fall asleep on those days

kaitlyn opens the door to your cabin and walks over to you, a worn out look in her eyes. you offer for her to rest her head in her lap and she looks really confused at first

it takes her a moment of convincing and thought to go through with it, laying her head down on your lap and quickly relaxing into your touch

she falls asleep quickly, embarrassed when she wakes up that you're still there, smiling down at her happily

nick furcillo

sometimes the kids are allowed in the kitchen and nick helps them cook their own meals. it's all really simple things, but sometime they make messes and he gets tired of cleaning it up

he spends almost 3 hours scrubbing everything in the kitchen after they leave and he gets tired quickly while he's going it

he goes to your cabin and immediately gives you a hug, telling you about what happened with the kids and how tired he is

he's really open with his feelings so he tells you exactly what bothered him about cleaning and how easily avoidable it was. when you offer your lap for him to lay in, he accepts with no hesitation

he feels relaxed around you and being able to look up at you while you mess with his hair calms him down so easily and helps him forget about his stressful day

abi blyg

the kids really love painting. they love abi's teaching and guidance but sometimes they get messy. they play around with each other and paint goes flying

she spends awhile trying to get it off of the floor and the walls and scraps a LOT of canvases that they messed up before she leaves, deciding to clean up the rest at another time because of how tired she was

she meets up with you by the tree close to the cabins and asks if she could stay with you for awhile and— noticing how worn out she looks— you say yes

you ask if she would want to rest her head on your lap and she denies it at first, telling you she doesn't want to get your outfit covered in paint

you insist that it's okay and that you can wash it, and she gives in, laying comfortably in your lap as she listens to you talk about your day as a way to get her mind off of everythint

emma mountebank

emma has a lot of energy and, being the theater counselor, she hardly ever gets tired. she loves spending her time with the kids and making up stories to act out with them

though, sometimes they get particularly rowdy and it drains her completely. she's exhausted by the time she waves goodbye to them

she goes to your cabin to meet up with you, and you notice her messy hair and crumpled shirt. her makeup is ruined and you automatically know she had a bad day

she sits next to you and talks about everything that happened until you cut her off, asking if she'd be more comfortable with her head on your lap. she smiles, a genuine smile, and she rests her head on top of you

feeling happier, she continues telling you about her day, but she's laughing a lot more about it, even if she knows she looks horrible (she doesn't)

jacob custos

he's the sports coach so he's usually always tired by the end of the day. he never cares though, he's happy playing with the kids and letting them beat him

there are some days that seem longer than others and jacob immediately comes to you for company after all of the kids go to bed

he'll tell you about everything, his eyes half closed as he speaks. you ask him if he wants to use your lap as a pillow and he just nods, adjusting himself accordingly

he decides he'll tell you about everything when he's fully rested and he falls asleep almost immediately. you just laugh, but you know he needs it

he can feel you playing with his hair and he senses your eyes on him, and he tries to hide a smile as he falls asleep. he feels cared for when he's around you

laura kearney

laura loves being a nurse, but it does get really tiring. some days more than others. she likes helping the kids and making sure they feel better, but she can't help but be exhausted

after a particularly long day at the nurses station, taking care of kids with scraped knees and headaches, she makes her way to your cabin to pay you a visit

by the time she gets to your door, she's half asleep. you let her in and she sits down next to you, telling you about everything that happened after you ask

you offer your lap for her to lay in and it takes her a moment to fully comprehend your question. she's glad that you care so much about her, and she accepts

she gives you a smile, her eyes falling shut as she drifts off to recuperate. she feels almost guilty for using you as a pillow, but you offered, and it makes her feel safe

max brinly

max is the activities assistant and works closely with kaitlyn. like her, he spends a lot of days exhausted after all of the kids leave

sometimes they purposefully decide not to listen to him and run off, making him get annoyed and even more tired by the time they actually start falling in line

the only thing he looks forward to after those particularly long days is seeing you. he makes his way to your cabin and greets you happily, pretending like he's not tired for awhile

he yawns a few times but you think nothing of it. it isn't until he literally starts dozing off that you notice something is really wrong. you offer your lap to him to let him rest, and he smiles and nods, happily accepting your offer

he's glad that he has someone like you in his life to look after him after those days. he wants things like this to happen more often, but he won't ever admit it to you

[elilovesdylanlenivy]

Ryan : … I’m actually closer to Dylan though..

Laura : Trauma can bring people together!

Ryan : Yeah, and vodka.

hello uhm excuse me how did the fandom not point this interaction out. The counsellors were drinking beers at the party, so that implies that at least Ryan and Dylan had drunk vodka together before. what happened during that ? i have been holding onto that though since i’ve first seen that moment. ( pssst fic writers )

[m4chine-girl]

Kaitlyn: just be causal! Flirt but don't be weird.

Dylan: hey, I'm never weird.

Kaitlyn: just go!

Dylan: Yeah, yeah okay. I can totally do that.

[later]

[Name]: Awesome! High five!

<intertwines your fingers>

[Name]: Dyl-?

Dylan: I'm in love with you.

This could totally go both ways since Dylan is a shy freak (pretend he got a boost of confidence from kaitlyn)