#dylan the quarry imagine

[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.

[ghostradiodylan]

I will never get over seeing what it actually looked like when they were mo-capping for The Quarry. Like, can you imagine acting out a horror movie in this fucking bright white tile doctor’s office looking room? I know that’s always how it is for these kinds of games but it’s shocking to see the behind the scenes stuff still. These guys acted their asses off.

Evan playing dead. Miles pretending to be wolf-bit. Justice and his shotgun that looks like a glorified vacuum cleaner hose attachment. I love them so much.

[starscleaved]

we needed them to interact

[homebyeleven]

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

[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!!

[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:

[sh5]

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

[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.

[stressedanime]

[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!!

[montysstuffs]

🌸The boys and their aftercare🌸

AN: I KINDA WROTE SOME FLUFF~ I know I pretty much only write smut, but this has been in my drafts for a bit and I’m clearing it out. So here it is! I also remembered Max this time! I hope you enjoy💕 I tried to be as Gender neutral as possible!

Ryan

Giving: Ryan will run you a nice hot bath. He sits on the edge he of the tub and throws in a bath bomb. Chuckling silently to himself at how excited you get at the fizzing ball. Once the water is at a desired temperature, he slips into the bath with you. He squeezes your favorite shampoo into his hand, warming it up before lathering your hair in it. All while talking to you about how your day has been. He loves to listen to your sweet voice. But if you’re not one to talk, that’s okay too! He’s more than happy to do the talking for you. Or just sit in a comfortable silence as he bathes you. Receiving: He absolutely loves when you take care of the scratches on his back. Sometimes you dig enough to break skin. Leaving splotches of red across his back. He hisses as you take a warm towel to his back. After you wipe off the blood, you follow it up with dabs of alcohol to the cuts. “Ouch!” He pouts as he slouches forward, not at all enjoying the cleaning process. You move to the front of his chest now. Doing the same process all over again. “Ow-“ you close his mouth before he can finish his word, “I haven’t even touched you yet.” His cheeks heat up a bit in embarrassment, “oh, sorry.”

Nick

Giving: He will tell you to keep lying down and not to move and inch. You wince are the cold lotion being applied to your back. “Sorry, should’ve warmed it up in my hand before.” He massages the lotion into your aching and sore muscles. Making sure to pay extra attention to every single mark he left, and kiss it. Letting you know that you’re all his, and he loves you. He’ll massage every inch of your body, from the tips of your fingers, to the pads of your toes. He wants to give as much relaxation as possible. Receiving: Loves the showers afterwards with you. You are lathering up his chest in soap. He grips your wrist, staring down at you with a different sparkle in his brown eyes. He leans down and places a soft kiss to your lips. Not at all the same type of kiss that you had shared an hour ago, but one still full of love and admiration.

Jacob

Giving: he’ll get you your favorite ice cream and throw up a movie while in bed. He’s happy to have your head on his broad chest as you slowly drift off into sleep. He is definitely the type to run his fingers through your hair. Even give you a little scalp massage while he’s at it. He’ll brush your hair, tie it up, style it for the night, anything you want. Receiving: Likes communication. He wants to know what you liked or didn’t like. He also really likes to be told how valued he is. He can get insecure sometimes, so when you tell him how much he means to you, he almost cries. And that’s okay! Crying is healthy. He beats himself up too much and would love for you to be his anchor. He absolutely loves to talk and loves that he can be his most vulnerable self.

Dylan

Giving: He sometimes struggles to go through the entire night time routine, but he does what he remembers. He will start with a quick shower, still holding you close under the warm water. Peppering kisses all over your face until you are pruny and beg him to stop. Next is your cleanser and face masks. He just wants you to sit there and be pretty. Just talk him through it and he’ll get the hang of it! Once that’s done he’ll sit you up in front of him and brush your hair. Making sure to detangle it as gently as possible. Receiving: Loves to hear you sing. Will ask you to serenade him whether you can sing or not. He’ll even make a playlist for you both to cuddle up and listen to together. And by listen to, I mean he’ll listen to you sing every single word off key and fall in love with you even more every time.

Max

Giving: He makes/brings you your favorite snack as well as share a water bottle with you. He wants you to stay hydrated at all times. “Hydrate or diedrate,” he always says. He has a stash of your favorite snacks under the bed so Laura won’t eat them all from you. Or if you’d like, he’ll ask you to join him in cooking dinner. Of course you don’t have to do anything, he just likes your company. Receiving: He isn’t a very complex man. He loves to just lie in bed and cuddle afterwards. He loves the savor the moments where your legs are overlapping his and your face buried into his neck. Give him little kisses every now and then and he’ll be over the moon.

[kitkatscabinet]

okay okay this is my last one i’m sorry 😅 but to change things up a lil could you maybe do a dylan x reader from the quarry. maybe just his terrible cringey flirting but with reader? you can pick the ending 😅 you’re the best 💕💕

This one got away from me lol

Pairing: Dylan x gn! reader

Genre: angst and fluff

Word count: 1237

As much as he hated to admit it Dylan was starting to get disheartened, he’d been flirting with you for the past two months to practically no avail. Sure, you laughed at his cheesy pick-up lines and terrible flirting skills but outside of that you’d made no indication that you returned any of his feelings. He could admit throwing line after line at you from the get-go was probably not the best tactic. The first time you’d met he’d hit you with the “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again” and had been delighted to hear you burst into laughter. It had spiralled from there as he tried out various new lines one after the other and at this point, he was starting to run out. Initially, you had just been a gorgeous face, but as you spent more time together, he found himself genuinely falling for you. Two months in your presence had him falling hard and fast but unfortunately no one seemed to be able to get a read on your feelings.

The truth was you liked Dylan, his goofy nature and smile worming his way into your heart over the course of the camp. The problem was you’d been burned before, it was always the jokers that either weren’t serious or seemed to be incapable of keeping their pants on in the presence of people not you. However, a small part of you knew that was no longer the truth and it was only your cowardice stopping what could possibly be.

Walking to the door of the lodge, luggage in hand you were way laid by an enthusiastic Dylan armed with a line like always “Hey, I was wondering if you could tell me, if you’re here then who’s running heaven?” Unable to stop the slight snort that burst from your lips, the man smiled in success before he noticed your bags and offered to take them for you

“Ah, that’s ok Dylan. I got it” smiling tightly and squeezing past, unaware of his falling shoulders in your haste to get away. Even if you gave in now it wouldn’t amount to anything you reasoned to yourself, heart clenching as you imagined his kicked puppy expression.

Hours later you found yourself in an emotional crisis as Jacob dared you to kiss either Dylan or Abi. Either way Dylan was going to get hurt, if you kissed him, it would get his hopes up and kissing Abi would just be cruel to more than just Dylan. The longer you took, the more Dylan’s expression fell as he tried to wave you off as if he wasn’t affected. Something in his expression ultimately caused you to stand and make your way over to stand between his knees, leaning in you planted one on him. Flipping off your fellow counsellors, the pair of you kissed for an undetermined amount of time before you suddenly broke away and rushed back over to your seat. Unaware of a giddy Dylan bringing his hand up to touch his lips, as he processed what had just happened. Following this everything went to shit as Kaitlyn and Emma stirred the pot too far and the group split up.

Now you found yourself sitting in the lodge in shock, covered in a mix of Abi’s and Nick’s blood. Your panic had faded into some false serene sense of calm, white noise ringing in your ears as you tried to make sense of what the fuck had happened. A creaking floorboard behind you caused you to turn and sigh as you noticed Dylan’s presence, watching somewhat apathetically as he placed himself down next to you.

“So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows with a smile. Said smile fading at your distinct lack of positive reaction and he braced himself for whatever words he knew he didn’t want to hear that were about to come from your mouth

“Dylan” you sighed out “You gotta stop. That kiss was… It was a mistake alright.” You kept your watery eyes forward unwilling to see his expression.

“Oh, no no, yeah cool. I understand, I mean why would someone as great as you ever settle for a nerd like me” he said, standing up and quickly moving to leave, desperately trying to hold back tears and cursing himself for being so stupid.

“What, no Dylan” you had scrambled to stand up following him now “Dylan, please that’s not what I meant.” But your half-hearted apologies fell on deaf ears and you watched din misery as he escorted Ryan to the radio shack, hoping to broadcast a message to the authorities.

Things further went to shit at the revelation that some dude with a shotgun was walking around the lodge, causing the group to retreat and go to meet up with Dylan and Ryan. Only they were immediately ushered into one of the cabins at Ryan’s panicked voice. A tense number of minutes passed before a shrill ringing filled the area and you cautiously made your way outside, eyes immediately scanning for Dylan. Your relief however, was cut short upon noticing his bloody hand, or rather where his hand should be. “Oh my God Dylan, what the fuck happened” your voice was shrill with worry as you grabbed his arm to inspect it. And Dylan hated that your obvious worry caused his insides to squirm in glee, despite you earlier words. Making your way back to the lodge he could feel the heat emanating from your body as you pulled him forward, providing stability for his woozy brain.

At this point you were desperately holding back tears, you’d found a dead girl in the pool, there were people walking around with shotguns, Nick was acting weird and Ryan had sawed off Dylan’s hand with a fucking chainsaw. It was all getting to be too much for you at this point and you had stepped over to the window desperate for some air. The sound of a gunshot had you turning around startled, only to receive a shove to the side that sent you careening back, head harshly ricocheting off the floor.

Dylan had moved immediately, dropping to your side and placing your head in his lap and tried to help as best he could. Frantically calling your name in an attempt to wake you, he lightly tapped your face with his hand urging you to respond. “Hey, hey, hey don’t do this to me. Who else am I supposed to call a cute-cumber” he choked out that last word, screaming at Kaitlyn to help. Not only was your head bleeding from the impact but apparently Nick had claws now and they had torn into the sides of your chest in his escape.

Blearily opening your eyes, you attempted to blink out the various black dots and focused all your energy into forcing your ears to cooperate. You were finally able to make out Dylan’s face above you as you cleared your throat

“Hey Dylan” you lightly wheezed out “Is your name google? Because you have everything I’m searching for.” The effect was slightly ruined by your slurring voice and dazed expression but Dylan thought it was perfect anyway and he leaned his forehead down to rest against yours, laughing as the tears in his eyes turned from worry to happiness.

[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.

[toastybugguy]

I think we can all agree that watching the cast of The Quarry getting grilled by the cops Until Dawn style would’ve been INFINITELY more interesting than that hellish podcast (then again, that’s a low bar 👁👁).

Until Dawn had PLENTY of flaws don’t get me wrong, but the credit sequence was fucking genius. You’re just sat listening to all these poor kids recapping the most horrifying experience anyone can go through, and you can see exactly how much they’ve changed since the beginning. Just imagine the interactions we would’ve gotten out of it! WAY more closure story-wise, and it could’ve been used to drive home the consequences of your actions through different dialogue options based on player choice.

I liked how it was used before and I think it could’ve given us further insight into our characters, the newspaper clippings could’ve been used in conjunction to communicate the outcome they faced after the interrogation and how the evidence collecting mechanic effects the ending.

[sugarandspicewriting]

Love Languages for the Counselors

A/N: Sorry Max’s is so short my brain wasn’t cooperating. Also I pulled these out of my ass when I was supposed to be sleeping enjoy <3

Ryan

~ I’m going to say quality time

~ he does that introvert thing where he just *exists* in the same room as the people he loves and it’s more than enough for him

~ that’s not to say he would never talk to you he wants to get to know you he’s just a little awkward about it

~ please help him he’s struggling

~ will eventually let you listen to his podcasts with him just don’t ask so many questions mid episode

~ he will happily clear things up for you afterwards❤️

Dylan

~ words of affirmation with a little bit of physical affection thrown in

~ ik he loves goofy pet names and probably tires to embarrass you with them while just sitting with you

~ “My cinnamon sugar apple. My honeybun sugar plum. My sweet peace of ass”

“Dylan wtf”

“Okay sorry. Can you hand me that pen over there”

~ does the traditional babe/baby too

~ also not shy to voice his love for you. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell you

~ likes to top off his sugary words with a peck on the cheek to leave you wanting more of him

Kaitlyn

~ Acts of service

~ In cannon she has trouble expressing herself and I think that shows in her relationships too

~ She can’t always get the words out or let herself be vulnerable but she will hold the door for you and save you a seat wherever you go

~ thank her and she’ll scoff

~ I can imagine her helping you style your hair and if it’s long she’ll chastise you and say that if you can’t handle it you should cut it short like hers

~ you never have to ask her for anything, she’ll always do whatever she can for you but she might call you stupid in the mean time

~ “here I brought you some water”

“Oh thank you that’s so sweet of you :)”

“Yeah well someone has to keep you from getting dehydrated. Now shut up and drink”

Jacob

~ do I really even have to say it

~ physical👏🏻affection👏🏻

~ once you give him the go ahead for PDA (if you are okay with it) prepare to be picked up and squeezed at any given moment

~ doesn’t matter how big you are he’s stronk

~loves kissing u. Will do it until your lips are swollen if you don’t stop him.

~I can also see him as an ass slap man if you consent to it before hand

~ if he’s wearing jeans pls put your hand in his back pocket while walking around. He’s beaming the whole time it’s so gross

~overall just a big teddy bear who will smoosh you with his man boobs if you ask

Emma

~ another words of affirmation counselor

~ she’s a little different in her approach than Dylan

~ she will use pet names if you like them but also just loves to compliment you

~ “Did you change your hair? I love it!” “You always look beautiful/handsome/attractive but you looks especially good today.” “That color looks so good on you!” That kind of stuff

~ will not be at all embarrassed to post you on her social media. Brags about you all the time actually

~ “This is my S/O! I love them and if you’re mean I’m blocking you”

~ includes you in her videos if you want to be in them

~ she’s my blorbo

Abi

~ gift giving but not in the way you might think

~ @bloodverz wrote a post about the counselors bringing you back little trinkets from hikes and stuff and I think that fits her character very well

~ “this rock made me think of you :)” you will end up with a rock collection whether you like it or not

~ I hc that she has a garden at home and she grows flowers and food for you

~ this might be more on the side of acts of service but I also see her doodling on your arms and legs if you let her. It’s a little gift to remember her by later

~ bonus points if you get something she drew on you as a tattoo she’ll be so flustered so give her some kisses

Nick

~ Another snuggly boy but less obvious that Jacob

~ pretty shy about pda

~ he’ll hold your hand, give you hugs, and give chaste kisses but that’s about it unless you want him to turn red and forget how to move and talk

~ in private he won’t let go of you

~ pulls you in his lap to get the kisses he was too shy to ask for in public

~ a hand kisser too he’ll grab your hand and kiss all your fingers wait let me stop before I need to lie down 😮‍💨

~ he runs pretty hot which can get annoying in the summer but during the winter you can latch onto him like a Koala and he won’t stop you

~ Rub your nose on his and make him blush. Do it.

Laura

~ mmmmm I’m going to go with acts of service

~ we get to see her interact with Max in the game but they’re in a dire situation most of the time

~ however idk if every relationship is strong enough that you will literally kill your camp director for but Laura did

~ she would do anything for you and she tells you that often

~ on top of that she’ll do little things for you like making your breakfast in bed once in a while

~ takes such good care of you when you’re sick she’s not leaving until you’re better

Max

~ words of affirmation

~ he loves you and he’s not afraid to shout it from the rooftops either

~ constantly reminding you how much you mean to him he’s so soft 🥹

~ I can also see him being very touchy but putting physical touch again feels like a cop out djejaodih

~ expect a good morning and good night text every day

[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.”