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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.

[justauthoring]

control.

request(s): Nick and Abigail aren’t a thing, as Nick has a thing for reader, and reader has a thing for Nick. BUT nick, due to in process of turning, still has that rather… suggestive moment with Abigail when holding her upon discovering kaylees body, so reader distances themselves and finds comfort in say Dylan, Ryan or even one of the gals in the pool house, Nick lashes out and then the transformation happens… time skip to reunite in the morning, after Silas is dealt with. OR, sweet moment b4 transform? Hey I saw you're taking requests for The Quarry stories so I'd like to make one! I have a mega crush on Nick (that accent does things to me), and I have this idea floating around my head that werewolf Nick ends up hurting the (female) reader pretty bad and then after the curse has lifted, has to deal with that fact and he's really upset about it. IDK I'm just a sucker for angst! *control: the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.

a/n: his accent does things to me too :) i don’t care what anyone says -- i love nick and none of what he did was in his control.

word count: 2,293

warnings: ...turning into a werewolf?

Your first thought was to latch onto Nick for comfort.

He was the one you trusted the most amongst the camp counselors, and it felt like pure instinct to go to him. The sight of dead body was a sight you’d thought never possible before the start of this night -- but it was a reality now, and you couldn’t stop the discomfort that flooded you at the sight. A body, dead in the water was both terrifying and horrifying and you felt it was only natural you reached out for some sort of comfort.

However, when you turn to Nick, your lips part at the sight of him already holding Abigail. He had a hand pressed against the back of her head, tucking her into the crook of his neck and the other wrapped tightly around her waist. And despite everything, the body, the events of the night, a bout of jealousy and hurt flooded your entire being at the sight.

You’d had a crush on Nick since the beginning of summer; swooned by his accent at first, only to learn how kind and gentle he really was. He was pretty quiet, sure, but you’d gotten close enough to him that when it was just the two of you he was quite witty and funny. He never failed to make you laugh, and the need to be near him didn’t seem one sided at all -- in fact, you’d been pretty sure he’d reciprocated your feelings.

But this... this felt like maybe you’d been imagining things.

Swallowing thickly, you drown out Ryan’s words, only managing to hear something about the body being Kaylee Hackett -- that made you feel even more sick -- and you spin around. Stood slightly behind Nick, you could hardly handle the sight of him and Abigail or the body. Pressing a hand firmly against your stomach, you’re barely aware of a pair of eyes on you until a hand falls on your shoulder.

“H-Hey, Y/N?”

Blinking, you realize it’s Dylan talking to you, his good hand on your shoulder as he squeezes it reassuringly. He looks concerned as he stares down at you, leaning to meet your height. “Are you okay?”

“I’m...” You pause, the words feeling stuck in the back of your throat as you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Nick and Abigail. You don’t realize it, but Dylan follows your gaze and a frown mares his lips as he realizes what’s upsetting you. His eyes are already on you as you turn back to him, pressing a hand to your lips, unable to finish your words.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he calls softly, pulling you to his side with his hand. You fall into his side easily, appreciating his kindness and soothing words as you press your face into his shoulder, sniffling slightly. The events of the night were becoming too much, and seeing the boy you liked so much comforting and holding another girl so close was like the cherry on top.

“Oh man.... Poor Kaylee,” you hear Kaitlyn mumble, pulling you to move your gaze away from Dylan and over to the body once more.

You tense slightly at the sight of it and Dylan squeezes you gently.

“Nick...”

Pausing at the sound of Abigail’s voice, your gaze flickers over to her, brows furrowing.

“You smell so good...”

It’s undeniably Nick’s voice and you’re both jealous and disturbed at his words. By the way Abigail’s pushing away from his grip, you can tell she’s uncomfortable at the way he’s huddling so close to her, pressing his nose into the nape of her neck. But you don’t understand why he’s latching onto Abigail like that when they’d hardly spoken all summer.

“You alright there, buddy? Maybe dial it back a bit, huh?” Kaitlyn intervenes, stepping forward slightly.

Nick pulls back, eyes set in a harsh glare as he looks at Kaitlyn. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn.”

Surprised at his outburst, you watch with wide eyes -- Nick’s never been the one to be aggressive, and honestly with the way he was treating Abigail, he almost seemed possessive.

Pulling her back close, Abigail is considerably more uncomfortable, pushing at him as he holds her tight against him. “Nick... what are you...?”

You feel your heart fall at his next words.

“I want to taste you...”

“Hey--”

Abigail is interrupted by Nick pulling her close; “come here...”

“Nick, get off-!! Get the hell off!”

She manages to push him off of her, and directly into the water. 

Everyone’s stunned silent for a moment, especially when after a few seconds Nick doesn’t resurface. You feel your chest tighten in worry, confused by everything, until suddenly Nick pops back up, screaming. He’s yelling at the top of his lungs, scaring everyone as you jump back into Dylan who grabs onto you tightly.

He’s flailing wildly, but you can’t remember ever hearing Nick say he couldn’t swim--

“I-I just wanted him to stop,” Abigail mumbles, looking at you.

“Nick!” Ryan bellows, “dude!”

“Someone should help him!” You call out, pulling yourself from Dylan’s grasp to reach out for Nick. Ryan is quick to help you and the both of you manage to grab ahold of Nick, pulling him out of the water. Almost instantly his screaming stops and as he falls to the concrete, he huddles close to himself, shivering violently.

Frowning, you set your hand on his shoulder, pulling back with a hiss.

“He’s freezing,” you call out, turning back to Ryan and Dylan.

“O-Okay,” Ryan nods, pointing behind him. “Let’s get him into the pool house. Dry him off.”

-

Abigail had elected to help Nick, feeling guilty for what happened.

You let her. Of course you were concerned about Nick, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his actions -- you knew the both of you weren’t in a relationship, but you felt your feelings for him were pretty obvious and hurt to know that you hadn’t mattered to him as much as you thought.

“You alright?”

Feeling a hand fall on your back, you turn to glance back at Dylan.

He’d been careful to keep an eye on you, obviously concerned about you and you appreciated it. You and Dylan have always gotten along well, and honestly you felt besides Nick you got along with him the best. He was just so witty and sarcastic and it never failed to make you laugh, even when you were on the reciprocating end of one of his jokes.

It meant the world that he’d stuck by you since the incident at the pool.

“Y/N!”

A cry sounds out, spooking you from your thoughts as your gaze snaps over to Nick. Abigail is in front of him, having pulled back at his cry, and by the looks of it, he’d shoved her hand away and was fighting her help.

“I want Y/N.”

You blink at his words, glancing back at Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn who stare back at you in surprise and confusion. And then, when you turn back to Nick, Abigail’s looking at you with a deep frown on her lips -- but nonetheless, she stands, you following her shortly after a reassuring nod from Dylan, and she passes you the clothe she’d been using to dry him off with.

You approach him hesitantly, unsure. 

He’s already turned to face you the minute you reach him, and you manage a small smile as you crouch before him. “Hey, Nick.”

“Y/N...” He groans, clasping his hurt shoulder tightly.

“Here,” you call out gently, reaching out for him. “I’ll just--”

You pause, Nick’s hand coming out to grasp your own wrist tightly. You wince, the grip pinching as you halt before him, baffled by his reaction. “Nick, what are you--”

“I thought you liked me.”

Eyes widening, you feel yourself freeze at his words.

“Not Dylan!” The words leave in a rushed growl, voice harsh as he tugs you forward, making you lose your balance that you end up falling into him. Your hand falls on the other side of him, to brace yourself, gasping as his grip never relents. You’re closer to him then you’ve ever been, and you find yourself unsure of what to say as he stares up at you, breathless, with his gaze never wavering.

“Nick,” you echo out, voice wavering. “I don’t like Dylan... it’s just, you and Abi were--”

“I don’t like Abigail,” he hisses out, “I like you.”

Your brows furrow, shaking your head; “then--”

“You’re mine.” He states, moving his grip to the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to press your lips against his own. You tense at the action and even though it’s something you’ve wanted to do all summer, you never wanted to do it like this. Where Nick felt he had to prove himself out of jealousy...

Pulling back, you fight Nick’s grip, shaking your head. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

His eyes darken instantly at your words, nails digging into the back of your neck as you hiss out in pain. “You’re mine,” he repeats, voice a low, menacing whisper. “Not Dylan’s. Not Jacob’s. Not anyone else’s but mine!”

“Get off of me!” You bellow out, catching the attention of the others as you try to yank yourself away from his grasp. “Nick! Let me go, please!”

“Hey, what the hell are you doing!!”

“Let her go,” Dylan bellows, his footsteps following as he rushes towards you. “Nick, let go of her!”

Nick scoffs, and then suddenly you’re being tossed back, the force of which not possible for any human. You land against the wall adjacent, a cry leaving your lips as you land on arm wrong, and you can feel the crack of your forearm as you try to gather your bearings. You feel your eyes water, both from the pain and from what had just happened, panting as you look ahead of yourself.

Nick’s stood up now, Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn blocking you from his path as Abigail rushes over to you.

“She’s mine! Fuck off!”

For the first time, you’re genuinely terrified of Nick. Something you’d thought never possible.

He races forward, knocking Ryan back, and you realize he’s gunning straight for you. He’s gonna... what, kill you?

As you twist your eyes shut, preparing yourself for whatever’s going to happen, a gunshot echoes. It pulls your eyes open instantly, lips parting as you realize Abigail’s the one holding the gun and she’d shot Nick -- she’d actually... shot him.

“What the hell did you do!” You cry out, turning to Abigail with wide eyes.

Before she can reply though, Nick’s letting out a cry of pain, and your eyes fall on him once more. He’s screaming out in pain, but no one moves to help him, and then suddenly... it’s like all of his skin bursts’ off of him, shedding completely from his body, until all that’s left is some sort of... monster.

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

It... Nick, turns in the next second, rushing out of the house without so much as batting either of you another glance.

-

“Oh my god, Nick!”

It’s a cry of happiness, barely hesitating as you rush towards the boy. As soon as you reach him, you’re pulling him for a hug with your good arm, holding onto him tightly as you pant against him.

He tenses under your touch, and when you pull away, you see the look of confusion in his gaze as he stares back at you. At first his gaze is on your face, the blood smearing across your skin, but then his eyes lower to your arm, braced together in a makeshift brace.

“What...”

“Nick,” you call out gently, shaking your head. “Do you remember anything?”

His brows furrow, face twisting as he tries to think back -- tries to force the memories to come back to him. It takes a minute but then suddenly his eyes are widening and he’s turning to look at you with parted lips. “I... I hurt you,” is the first thing he says -- the most important thing. Because truly, it’s the only thing that matters to him as stare at you, the tired look in your eyes, the bruises amongst your body and most importantly the broken arm.

“It’s okay,” you argue, shaking your head. “You weren’t in your right mind.”

Nick just shakes his head, unable to find his words.

True, when everything had first happened, you’d been hurt, felt betrayed and had been so, so angry at Nick. You couldn’t rationally understand why he’d done anything he had -- but then you learned more, and being left with your thoughts allowed you to realize that none of it had really been Nick. He’d been turning into a werewolf, obviously not in his right mind... anything he’d done hadn’t been in his control whatsoever.

“It’s okay, Nick...” You nod at him, smiling gently. “I already forgave.”

“But... look at you,” he breathes, biting his lip.

You just shrug; “I’ll heal.”

He doesn’t move, frozen to the spot -- maybe he’s too scared to reach for you, thinking he’ll hurt you again. Maybe he’s still trying to remember something. Maybe, he’s not in his right mind given that he’d just been a werewolf not a few minutes ago.

Whatever it is, you don’t care.

Reaching forward, you wrap your arm around him once more, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m just happy you’re okay.”

And for a minute, he doesn’t move. He’s completely still, scared to touch you. But then, slowly, his arms wrap around your waist -- light at first, but then he tightens his grip, slumping against you.

“I’m so sorry.”

[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!!

[mo0nfairy]

yandere nick furcillo plsssss I will love u forever. I have a bit of an obsession with the quarry lately hehe

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸺ 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚

˚ ✩ 📓 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🥬

( 📁 ) . . .  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 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!

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

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, & 𝚜𝚑𝚢

july 23rd 2021, 10:31 PM, and the stars are brighter than usual tonight

the moon follows suit, too - as it shimmers like a spotlight in the sky, hand-in-hand with every star dancing beside it

it’s probably just a nova of some sort, nick assumes, or maybe the stars are glistening just for the two of you, he hopes

you and nick, who worked together as chefs in the kitchen, had been assigned to teach a class about the wonders of constellations in the night sky

and what better way to learn about them beforehand than to actually get a glimpse yourself?

with a raggedy blanket, your telescope, and some peanut butter butterpops, you and your friend were off into the forest 

as you blabber about your fascination with the night sky on the hike there, nick tries and fails miserably to gain control over his stuttering heart

but there is not a single, possible way this man could ever hide his undying crush on you

it’s so obnoxiously obvious by the way the counselors tease him for stuttering through his sentences and the red-hot blush that dusts his cheeks when you give him that perfect smile of yours

but… he’s just not good enough

he’s just generic nick, while you are sparkling, eccentric, alluring, all-too magnificent y/n l/n in all your heavenly glow

you are the sun in its full glory, but nick isn’t the moon, he’s not even a star and any sliver of confidence within him is put to shame at your side

you’re the personification of euphoria as you point to every star and tell him tales of the constellation's origin, but then you’re pure evil when you dare punish your vision by looking into his eyes

however, no matter how much his brain torments him, nick is in love with you and he teases the idea that this infatuation may just be what kills him

cassiopeia shimmers as you trace the shape with your finger, he’s looking at you

orion’s belt blinks while you usher him to use the telescope, he’s still looking at you

canis major twinkles, he can’t take his eyes off of you

“watch out!” your eyes blow wide as you shove him away and into the dirt, something animalistic crawling on top of you while it grunts and growls

the creature on top of you is horrifying

its limbs far too long to be human, its teeth ready to dig into its dinner, its eyes glowing like the stars you were just admiring

nick can’t even process the heart-stopping and overwhelming fact that you just saved his life before he acts

he holds the bulky flashlight in his hands, “get the fuck away from them!” shouts into the midnight air as he plunges the object into the skull of the creature

it whimpers and rolls off you and begins writhing like a dying cockroach, all before it abruptly lunges at the assailant

a wail escapes from nick's throat as a fountain of blood begins to spur from his neck, both of you beginning to scream like bloody murder

it was all a mess of sharp nails and honed teeth, and as nick lies there, bleeding while his flesh is carved into by this beast above him, he feels… elated

to die at your side and to die for you, there is no other way he’d rather go out

however, the beast let out an ear-piercing shriek after you thrust a loose twig into its throat, then scurries off into the forest

the silence left after its departure was deafening, but is then broken by the sudden appearance of a concerned ryan who rushed over upon hearing the uproar

you hurry over and tackle the boy into a hug, unaware of how something within a half-conscious nick dies as he watches the scene play out before him

he’s out like a light before he can pull himself together and claim what’s his, but soon awakens in a delirious state back in the lodge

“easy, man! chill out, will you?” kaitlyn scolds him, and in his dazed condition, he begins to panic and thrash about in his stance

“y/n… where…?” he mumbles while he pushes kaitlyn’s hands off his form in a fruitless attempt to escape her hold

all that flickered through his mind were those teeth and those heart-shattering screams of yours, and then, there was the memory of you saving his life and how the mere recollection could probably heal all of his wounds with its sheer power

“woah there, cowboy. you were just mauled by a bear, your summer love can wait” kaitlyn jokes, guiding the lovesick boy to lie back down

“no… where’s y/n? i need to… need to… need to save y/n.” he slurs out as he becomes more aggressive in his endeavors to escape

however, something sharp… something metallic hits his nose

across the hem of kaitlyn's sweatshirt is blood

your blood

nick’s nails, much sharper than ordinary, sink into the girl’s wrist as he uses both his hands to pull the stain to his nose, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a quavering whimper

the poor girl tries to wrangle herself from nick’s firm grip, but her attempts were merely futile

“nick! what the-!?“ “shut the fuck up, kaitlyn!” nick’s shout was muffled into her shirt sleeve but was assertive enough to reverberate against the lodge walls and strike fear into kaitlyn’s heart

he is blinded by pure desire; his inhales grow deeper with every breath as if he scenting what he thought to be you

“i said get the fuck away from-!” kaitlyn’s demand is cut short as nick practically flings her across the room in an enraged hysteria

he twists his nose in utter disgust at the sudden new scent that permeates the room, then finds kaitlyn lying wrangled on the floor, blood beginning to seep and pool around her

and as much as he knows he should… he doesn’t care

nick doesn’t care at all; you are all that matters right now

upon hearing the shouts and collision, you and ryan rush out of the nurse’s office to identify the sudden commotion

there you are, and for a mere moment, nick has found clarity amidst this mess, before it is robbed from him once he makes eye contact with ryan

ryan…

you’re with… ryan?

nick doesn’t know where this sudden feeling of pure hatred has come from, but the thought of him standing by your side - god forbid him putting his hands on you again - he doesn’t know what to do with himself

something primal bubbles within nick at the mere idea, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t calm himself down

the room is dead silent, all that can be heard are the huffs of enragement and the grinding of teeth emanating from nick

“THEY’RE MINE!!” his eyes glimmer in a hue of gold for a mere second, and a bestial growl erupts from his throat before he charges at the male

nausea then builds in your stomach upon the scene before you: ryan, thrashing against the male on top of him as an inhuman nick claws and tears his teeth into another helpless victim

everything is red

screams and growls have faded into nothingness, the metallic scent of fresh blood is appalling and unadulterated terror pumps like a drug through your veins

and with that, you’re off

you’re off into the night and into the foggy forest of hackett’s quarry, not daring to turn and check if that rabid creature was intending on turning you into his dessert

the pain of loose sticks and pungent leaves scraping and cutting onto your form goes unnoticed, not when there's adrenaline racing through your entire body

you don’t know where you even intend to go, just far, far away from the horrors you had just witnessed

with tears seeping down your cheeks, you feel your legs begin to weaken beneath you and your running pace begins to decelerate

you let your body rest and come to a halt, catching your breath by leaning against a tree

as you look up to your left, you catch sight of what looks to be a cave of some sort

what was once used as an entryway for miners long ago has now become a hiding spot to shield yourself from the vicious creature that was once your close friend

you crouch down and muffle your hyperventilating breaths with your sleeve, waiting for what felt like days for something to happen

you waited for nick to greet you into your demise, or for some creepy cop to save you from this nightmare

and then… you hear it

twigs crunching beneath someone’s weight, inhuman growls filling the late-night ambiance

his figure marches into your train of vision as he begins sniffing the air like a drug-detecting canine beside a junkie

and then, his eyes turn towards your direction and your once pacing heart practically stops within your chest

there’s no way he can see you, it’s far too dark out here

he couldn’t possibly find you in such abysmal darkness… right?

a claw then impales into your ankle and drags you from your vain attempt at hiding, all while your helpless shouts echo throughout the woodland

you reach to find some sort of weapon to use against your aggressor, but your attempts were to no avail

and now there’s a man with golden eyes, whetted claws, and sharp teeth sat on top of you, face nestled into the base of your neck, shakily inhaling like some pervert

“nick…” you cry out, feeling the vibration of his grunt tremble against your skin upon hearing you say his name

“oh, y/n…” you can hear the smile in his words, “you have no idea all the fucking things you do to me…”

july 24th, 2021, 1:34 AM, and as you stare up into the night sky, you realize nick was right

the stars are brighter than usual tonight.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

⛑ - Some tender first-aid || Max Brinly ||

“You need to be more careful Max.”

Of course his response was nothing but a sheepish laugh as he adverted his gaze away from the wound you were bandaging. “Haha I’m fine….I mean it’s not too bad…and you do know what you’re doing so.”

Your touch was gentle, you were always gentle when it came to taking care of himself, well until he said something stupid.You narrowed your eyes tightening the bandage as he let out a yelp. “I’m going to nursing school. I’m not.” Sighing you shook your head just happy that his hand was patched up.

“God that’s hot.”

Biting your lip, you then crossed your arms over your chest. “‘ going to regret this but what is hot?”

“You being a nurse, you think you can wear one of those sexy little uniforms for me?” Max waggled his eye brows.

Blinking for a moment, you let out snort. Your hand quickly covering your mouth to hide your laughter, your hand patting his cheek. “God Max. Really, this isn’t some poring you know. I would be wearing scrubs.” You teased pinching his cheek.

Grinning he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. “Ya but you can still make it look sexy babe.”

“While I’m flattered.”you rolled your eyes slipping out of your boyfriends arms as you gave him a teasing grin. “We need to go, we’re gonna be late.”

Rubbing his neck he nodded his head. “This is gonna be a fun summer.”

[dearsnow]

omg ur headcanons for dylan was literally so cute, can i request boyfriend headcanons for nick please? thank u sm!!

NICK BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

- more fluff headcanons!! requests are still open ;)

a/n - thank you for requesting :D i hope this is what you’re looking for <3 and sorry i clown on him a bit T-T he's fun to make headcanons for

- Nick is absolutely infatuated with you and it shows in how he takes interest in your hobbies. He might not be good at them, but he’ll try his best for you.

- he’s a sucker for hiking dates and really anything to do with the outdoors, but he is horrified by centipedes. Whenever he sees them he jumps and stumbles back a few paces, grabbing onto your arm for stability

- literally the most caring man on planet earth. When you’re sick he’ll drop almost everything to take care of you. He is a bit worried about catching your illness though

- he's surprisingly jumpy and screams like a little girl whenever you shock him, meaning surprise parties are always fun. However, he will ignore you if you do it too much, so use your power sparingly

- he might seem like the typical quiet sleeper, and he is for the most part, but sometimes you wake up and he's half hanging off the bed snoring like a lawnmower

- he genuinely despises any man that gets within six feet of you. He is passive aggressive in the worst way, so you always know when he's jealous

- he adores baby animals and will send you each and every baby animal video he ever sees

- Nick spends FOREVER getting ready. Thirty minutes trying on clothes, an hour freshening up, an hour to prepare food and eat, and another thirty minutes dedicated solely to his hair. You have to beg him to leave the house before he even steps foot outside. You're honestly surprised at this habit because he seems like the type of guy who could roll out of bed and be fresh as a daisy

- he's a total video game tryhard and never just lets you win. He also shoves his victories in your face the minute you get one up on him. He's a hell of a sore loser

- he says the most foul jokes when you're least expecting it. It goes from "who's the hottest in the room? You, of course!" to "what is Moby Dick's dad's name? Papa Boner ;)" in two seconds flat

- his main love language is touch even though he dabbles in everything else from time to time. He loves the subtleties of holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, and cuddling while watching a movie

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[jesuschristwhatsgoingon]

Because my monkey brain has been going haywire for Travis Hackett lately,I just thought of something.Can y’all imagine calling Travis Hackett “pretty boy” and how amusing his reaction would be?

I can imagine this happening during the interrogation scene,after he puts you back into prison,when all hell breaks lose,or all of the above.Either way it just happens.

This man has been called numerous things(and unfortunately,most of the names haven’t been the nicest.I will fight that Bitch and y’all know who)but him being called “pretty boy” hasn’t been on the list until now.

He’s heard it before but to refer to him of all people?Definitely believed more in werewolves before his family got turned than to think of himself as remotely anything near as pretty.

This man is so confused and he’s probably wondering if it got revamped and now means something worse.

“Is that supposed to be an a new insult?”

“No???I’m calling you pretty boy because you are a pretty boy?”

This man has faced some shit as a sheriff and as a part time werewolf hunter but this is one of the few times where he’s just blank.

He finds it hard to believe you’re being genuine about that compliment and even if you weren’t,it doesn’t change the fact how he reacts to that name.

You just turned this 6ft 56 year old into a pile of mush.Literally probably replaying in his head of the exact moment you said it with his heart rate surpassing the fastest of runners.He feels like a prepubescent teen experiencing a crush for the first time and it’s embarrassing.

You a pretty person just referred to him as pretty???

You’re probably worried if your broke him or something because of the way he’s just been standing there,staring at you.

A full minute passed by and now you’re wondering if you crossed his boundaries too much and began to apologize.

“I’m sorry,it seems I made you uncomfortable and promise not to ca-“

“N-no it’s fine.Definitely a much nicer name than what I’ve been called before.You can keep calling me that if you want to.”

And please do.This man in his head is silently begging you too.

“Okay,pretty boy.”

Don’t care if this is OOC and might be trash(probably might edit later).I’ve been up for more than 24hrs and ready to fight God and werewolves barehanded.The lack of Travis Hackett fanfic content is disgusting so here’s my contribution on this hellsite.Also a firm believer that this man is a switch and y’all can’t change my mind.If ya’ll want to use this for a fic or whatever then please do and credit!Other than that,I hope y’all enjoyed this!

[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

[tywrites]

dance with me | nick furcillo

requested: yes (by anon)

a/n: here u go anon! hope you enjoy it ♡ feedback is always appreciated :))

summary: you and nick dance in the rain <3

pairing: nick furcillo x gen!reader

word count: 832

It was late. The sound of light, relaxed chatter filled the air, the fire in the middle of the circle crackling. While you'd all been talking, you'd eventually ended up slumping against Nick, your head on his shoulder while he tried his very best to keep it together.

Jacob nudged him, gesturing to you while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh shut up..." Nick hissed quietly, feeling you adjust on his shoulder before sitting up slowly. Damn, you were awake.

"What happened?" You said groggily, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted.

"Nothing," Nick said quickly. "You can go back to sleep, I don't mind,"

"Nah, kinda feel like I'm missing the action," you replied. Nick bit his lip in slight disappointment.

"Wow, look who's awake! You two were looking pretty cosy over there," Emma said slyly.

You rolled your eyes, reaching down to take a swig of your drink. "I dunno, there's just something about the fire that's making me sleepy..." you yawned.

You didn't notice the adoring look Nick gave you while you rubbed your sleepy eyes once more. With a small smile on his lips, all he could think was that you were fricking adorable.

For a while, the 8 of you sat there enjoying the warmth of the fire and the company of each other. You felt fuzzy, the mellow atmosphere enhanced by the golden hue that projected onto your surroundings. And it was made even better by being with Nick.

You would definitely consider him your closest friend here at camp. You felt as though you could trust him with anything, even if you'd only known him for a few months. He just had an effect on you like no other had and it honestly made you terrified to lose him. Knowing that you'd be leaving camp in a week or so, you were trying to make the best of every moment you spent with him; helping him in the kitchen, recruiting him for your sessions with the kids, whenever you could you'd be with him.

A drop of something wet hit your bare arm. You looked up, confused. You spread your hands out wide, feeling the drops of rain start to come down faster.

"No!" Abi jumped up to grab her sketchbook before sprinting off into the cover of the trees. Most of the others followed her lead, scrambling to seize their stuff. Soon, everyone was huddled together under the trees. Everyone except you and Nick.

You stood up. You looked out onto the lake, watching the rain drops bounce off its surface. It was coming down hard now, soaking your clothes and melding them to your body.

You heard Nick call your name. "We should get under cover! C'mon-" He reached out to take your arm but you moved further, away from the smouldering fire and down to the bank by the lake. It was entrancing. The moon behind the clouds, barely visible, while the sky poured down at you.

You turned to face Nick.

"You're getting soaked, let's go to the oth-"

"Come dance with me."

Nick blinked. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

You looked down at the ground, shyly. "Well... I've always wanted to dance in the rain. Especially with someone I care about." You glanced back up at him, taking in his sopping appearance. "So... won't you dance with me?"

He definitely couldn't say no to that. Taking a few steps forward, you met in the middle. And you started to dance. It's clumsy and awkward, but god it felt good. Your clothes felt heavy as you twirled, the mud beneath your feet slippery. It was cold. But when you looked at Nick, waving his limbs around like a child first learning to dance, you felt so, so warm. You looked into his eyes and took his hands in yours, pulling him close to go round and round in circles. The smile on his face was magical, even in the dark. His hair was plastered to his forehead and yet he still managed to look good. As you took in the sight of him, you muttered something.

"What?" Nick said loudly, trying to speak over the torrential weather.

"I... I really like you."

Nick stopped in his tracks, looking at you with wide eyes. "You- you like me?"

You smiled at him. "Wasn't it obvious?"

He blushed. Maybe he was a bit oblivious. "Well.. I really like you too."

[kitkatscabinet]

I loved your Dylan x reader so much, I was wondering if you could write something kinda like this if you’re still taking requests for The Quarry, where after the attacks that night everyone kind of loses contact with eachother just because of all them trying to sort out all their trauma from it and after a small time jump (maybe 2-3 years) the reader and Dylan run into eachother again and they kind of “start over” and he finally makes a move because he regretted never doing it before and that’s like the only thing he hasn’t gotten over from that summer. I hope that makes sense 🫠

Hi, I absolutely am still taking requests for the quarry, in fact, this was my last one so feel free to chuck more my way. I hope you enjoy this one, it's probably my favourite so far and I really enjoyed writing it :)

Genre: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1307

Warnings: swearing

Three years ago, you had lived through the worst night of your life alongside your fellow counsellors. The only other people that understood what it was you were going through, the only ones that could possibly understand the nightmares, the phobias, the PTSD and everything that came along with surviving that hellish night. Unfortunately, you had lost contact with most of the other survivors following weeks of brutal questioning and detainment by the police. The only two you still had any contact with being Abi and Emma, neither of which you were initially very close with but shared trauma goes a long way in the friendship department apparently.

Your biggest regret, however, wasn’t the actions you’d taken that night, but it was the fact you’d allowed yourself to fall out of contact with Dylan. Memories being the only thing you had of him now and sadly not all of them pleasant. It had taken you over a year before you were able to sleep reliably and even now you still had the occasional panic attacks and nightmares. Fireworks and any similar noises had you hitting the deck like an experienced veteran and touching the back of your neck was a sure-fire way to start a panic attack.

Groaning as you locked to the door of your apartment behind you, a throat clearing had you freezing in disbelief. Slowly you shifted your gaze across the floor making eye contact with a pair of shoes, taking a deep breath you continued to lift your gaze as it eventually met with a nervous Dylan’s face. The pair of you stood in silence for a while him shuffling more and more nervously the longer you stared in disbelief.  

“What the fuck” was what you eventually managed to say, jaw hanging slack “what are you doing here?” You were laughing in disbelief now, stepping closer to him hesitantly before bringing him into a crushing hug. Hysterical laughter bubbling in your throat, pulling back you held your hands on his shoulders “It’s so good to see you, what are you doing here?” you asked. Honestly you weren’t too fussed on how he’d found you too busy taking in his presence, he was here and he was alive and he looked good.

Bringing a nervous hand up to rub the back of his neck he took his time answering you as you ushered him inside the apartment you had just left. “Well, I… um. I’ve been trying to track you down for a while now and I stumbled across one of Emma’s live stories and noticed you were watching and… I kinda just went from there” his anxiety was easily noticeable to you as you sat down beside him on the couch and entwined your hands with his. So elated to see him again he ended up staying for hours as the two of you caught up, not noticing the sun had long gone down. You had found out that both of you had tried college but it had been to much too soon and neither of you had tried to go back since despite how miserable your current job was.

 Glancing at the clock above your kitchen counter you gasped at noticing the time and ended up begging Dylan to stay the night when he revealed he hadn’t found any accommodation yet. You were both a little too tall to comfortably sleep on the couch so you had insisted on sharing your bed much to his embarrassment. But you didn’t mind, secretly thrilled to have him so close as the two of you eventually drifted off to sleep.

You were awoken a few hours later, blearily looking around for the source of whatever had caused to do so. Whimpers and frustrated movements from beside you had you quickly realising what was happening. Sitting up against the headboard you gently manoeuvred him so his head was resting in your lap and you could stroke his hair in an attempt to calm him down, whispering reassurances that he was safe, that you would keep him safe as he clamed down considerably and you fell asleep again.

Waking up the next morning Dylan was incredibly confused at the hand splayed in his face before memories of the previous day came to him and he followed the hand up to the body it was connected to. Sitting up abruptly as he realised the position he was in and accidentally headbutting you in the process and causing you to wake up.

“Ow, what the fuck” you cursed, holding your chin as you opened your eyes to take in Dylan’s panicked expression and the hand cradling his head. Piecing together what had happened you burst into laughter, eventually encouraging him to do the same, before he asked why you were sleeping sitting up. “Oh, you had a nightmare” you gently explained, watching his expression fall at the prospect of keeping you awake and then causing you to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position. Sensing that he needed some comfort just as much as you, you slowly pulled his head into your chest securing your arms around his body so he couldn’t escape. “Hey, it’s ok. I still get them too you know. Last night you just happened to have one instead of me. In fact, that was probably one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while. You’ve got nothing to worry about” you promised in a soothing tone.

After that night you’d offered to let him stay with you for a while. Days, turned into weeks, turned into months, Dylan didn’t leave and you never kicked him out. He got his own toothbrush and had clothe sin your drawers. You’d woken up several times to an attempted breakfast made and you would occasionally go out to eat or shop together. Neither of you ever really discussed these changes because you didn’t think the words were needed.

It had been a shitty day at work but you’d come home to Dylan curled up on the couch, wearing a pair of your fuzzy socks and watching one of the Star Wars movies, looked like return of the Jedi but you couldn’t tell. Hearing the door open, he’d shouted you a greeting but hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen causing an intense affection to burn in your chest. Dropping your bag and kicking off your shoes, you made a beeline over to him dropping to your knees and placing your chin on the edge of the seat in front of his face.

“Hi” you giggled “Did you have a good day?”

“Hi” he smiled back; movie forgotten for now “it was alright, had Han Solo to keep me company. What about you?” he inquired.

“Pretty shit not gonna lie” you said nose scrunching up “fucking Debbie ruined like 3 orders and tried to blame it on me, the nerve of that cow.”

“Fucking Debbie” Dylan shook his head in offense, smile never leaving. Watching the way his eyes crinkled in happiness you were silent for a moment before

“I love you” you whispered out, bringing up a finger to boop him on the nose.

“I know” he wiggled his eyebrows in response, causing your face to contort in mock outrage. Huffing you made a show of standing to dramatically leave before a set of arms slunk around your waist and pulled you down onto the couch causing a squeal to leave your lips. Wheezing as your weight toppled onto him Dylan whispered into the skin of your neck

“And I love you.” Rolling your eyes at his cheesiness you responded,

“Uh Yeah, I know” you mocked in turn, causing him to snort and dig his fingers into your sides, tickling them mercilessly as you shrieked in laughter, heart full for the first time in three years.

[ruedavis]

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠.

pairing: jacob custos x fem!reader

warnings: strong language

song inspiriation: im not the only one by sam smith

word count: 602

back to hackett’s quarry for another summer of fun.

i had my headphones in the whole car journey there but could still all of the loud voices beside me. kaitlyn and dylan argued about something stupid had knocked into my side.

my eyes skimmed over the trees we drove past - feeling a bit motion sick i looked back into the packed car to lock eyes with the last person i wanted to see.

jacob. surprisingly we used to be the best of friends but that soon flipped around when i realised he fucked me over so he could screw emma.

as i had thought back to all the times we had hung out together it really didn’t surprise me now, the subtle but obvious touches, him always being by her side, him making excuse after an excuse as we had made plans together.

yes, yes i know what you’re gonna say. y/n why didn’t you see that? that’s so obvious! blah. blah. blah.

it’s kind of hard to see someone’s a walking red flag when i’m wearing rose tinted glasses isn’t it?

i was deeply falling for that boy and i thought he had felt the same about me since we had spent every waking minute together, i obviously found that out a little too late.

we had finally arrived back at the camp really early in the day so we had more than enough time to set up. i went off to one of the cabins near the radio shack, setting my stuff and a few of the necessities as i heard the door slam shut.

turning around to be face to face with jacob.

“we need to talk.” 

i scoffed at his empty words and carried on with my tasks at hand. he stood in the same spot as when he had walked in, just watching me do things before trying to speak again.

“we really need to put this behind us dude, like i miss you, don’t you miss me? miss us?”

my back was facing away from him. stopping fluffing the campers’ pillows. “you have some fucking nerve walking in here talking about some what? comfort? empathy? something to make you sleep better at night since emma didn’t want your sorry ass?”, jacob looked at his feet in response.

“no c’mon jacob. wanna fuck around with me a bit more, huh?” 

“y-you know it wasn’t like that y/n!” i went to walk around him to the exit of the cabin, done with his obvious bullshit. that’s when he grabbed my arm, him with the upper hand with his clear strength advantage. it was no use.

tears filled my eyes as i struggled, “i can’t believe you! i can’t believe you’d come back and do this to me again.” i stopped flailing my arm and started to push at his chest.

“i hate you.” my strong jabs soon turned weak as my sobbing became stronger - i fell and bawled into his chest and he just stood and took it, soon catching my fragile figure.

after a couple of minutes of standing in that position the brunette spoke, “im so sorry. i really am, i never meant to hurt you.” with that said realisation kicked in and i pushed myself away from him, taking a small glance in his direction.

“i loved you.”

he was looking back at me with a pained expression, i honestly couldn’t careless on how he felt in that moment of time.

i gathered myself before walking out the door to the others, he did not think to stop me again, but when he did turn around to do so the door had slammed in his face.

i know i’m not the only one...

[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.”

[kokomos]

✧ 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗦𝗠

how ryan erzahler shows love !!

tags: love languages, fluff, headcanons

QUALITY TIME — Preferred over most everything else, Ryan likes to spend time with you, alone if he gets the chance. He's the type of person that indulges in comfortable silence far more than he probably should. Even when you're both doing your own thing, paying little attention to the other, he treasures that time spent together. He might deny it, but he's constantly catching glimpses of you when you're in your own world, the way you get all focused on the task at hand makes his heart melt. He might invite you over some days, solely in pursuit of completing some chores he's been meaning to get to. Ryan claims your presence has helped him get more done than any other technique (aside from Chris' badgering). Wouldn't mind if you wanted to join in when he listens to Bizarre yet Bonafide ; it'd give him a rare opportunity to talk about everything they investigate on the podcast.

ACTS OF SERVICE — During the summer when camp is in session, he gives you some of his phone privileges to listen to music or play the games he's previously installed for his sister. Always gets the door for you, any and every door you might encounter when you're with him. Definitely doesn't  do it just to hear the simple praise you're bound to give him. Notices the small stuff. Largely apparent in the way he catches sight that your shoes are untied, admittedly faster than you would've. He takes no time in dropping to the ground, fingers swiftly making loops with the laces. More than willing to give you hand massages, he takes the time to trace the lines of your palms, something he knows both you and him are fond of.

PHYSICAL TOUCH — Ryan's family isn't a very (physically) affectionate one, to say the least. By reason, he pretty much keeps his hands to himself unless you tell him not to. He really warms up to the whole ordeal after a month or two together, he'll reach out first instead of waiting for you to initiate contact. Still, he remains hesitant with his touches, the unpredictability of your reaction directly clashes with his unwavering lack of confidence in romance. Be that as it may, simple reassurances on your end are enough encouragement for him to keep going. His favorite acts include: interlocking pinky fingers, soft rubs on the back, kisses on the cheek, and an overdue embrace after a long day.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION — Truthfully, he's not the best at expressing how he feels, oftentime seeing a challenge in finding the right words. He's not the most social individual, communication is something he's still actively working on. Talking with vulnerability, specifically about how he feels, is something Ryan's never been accustomed to. For your sake, though, he tries to express his feelings as best as he can. Mostly resorts to using amateur compliments, but some nights he'll rest his forehead against yours and whisper that he loves you. In terms of receiving, Ryan absolutely adores words of affirmation. He just wants to be told that he's doing good, that you like him just as much as he likes you. It doesn't take more than a simple 'Good job!' from you to make him a little weak in the knees.

GIVING/RECEIVING GIFTS — Not the type to go all out on physical gifts. He's someone who doesn't hold a lot of value in material possessions (besides his phone), rather opting to take you out somewhere as a present. If he happens to come across a keychain or plushie that reminds him of you while shopping, it'll turn into a little something extra after a night together/date. When it's the other way around, he can hardly hold back the excitement that sprints across his face when you present him with a gift. Presumably, it'll end up displayed on his desk at home or in a specially marked box (full of your other presents) to preserve the condition of what you've given him.

— ♡☆

[m0chaminx]

Kinktober Day Six | "Please"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Dom!reader

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : porn with no plot, maybe Jacob out of character, light bondage

*•.¸♡Paring : Jacob Custos x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Jacob decides you being in charge would be fun. He was right

*•.¸♡words : 164

Jacob's head pressed into the pillows below his head as you sped up your hips. Your hips slammed harder against his, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. "Does that feel good baby?" You asked, pausing to grind your hips together.

"Yeah! Yes-Yes!" Jacob squeaked, tugging at the binds that kept his hands to the bedpost. "I'm so close!" You picked up the pace again, riding his dick in quick hard strokes. He twitched, whimpering at the incredible feeling before you began to moan lowly with pleasure. "Oh, God! I'm gonna cum! Please!" He pleaded, yanking on the restraints.

You leant over his body, circling your hips with his. Your teeth are attached to his collarbone, marking his chest with dark purple marks.

"Cum for me then," You ordered, lifting yourself back up and slamming his dick inside you one last time. His balls contracted as he let out a low moan, calling your name before shuddering and releasing his load.

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｔｙｐｅｓ ｏｆ Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅｓ Ｔｈｅ Ｑｕａｒｒｙ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ Ｗｏｕｌｄ Ｂｅ

Synopsis - Pretty simple, a set of hcs describing The Quarry Characters and their tendencies as Yanderes

Warnings - Acts of violence, Literal murder, gaslighting

Authors Note - me and the quarry game as a whole getting married. Also.... IS DYLAN GAY?!?? I DIDNT WANT TO WRITE FOR HIM CAUSE I WAS UNCERTAIN

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Abigail - Shy

She won't even speak to you at first, literally she waits for you to make the first move

She will still stalk you, that's just a given but she'll never interact with you on her own

Yet when she first does either through you or maybe Emma introducing her to you, she becomes a open book

She'll talk and talk and talk, most of it being a bunch of rambles. But hey it's not common for someone she's been admiring from afar for 2 weeks to finally speak and enjoy being around her.

As for actually hurting or killing people she would never, well intentionally or plan out a murder. But if it's like a spur of the moment thing she gets super ashamed and hides what she's done quick

She can't risk you hating her for something she didn't even know was possible for her to do

However she will never actually take you unless she's forced, even then she'll just let it all he and just have you live with her

Abi will apologize continuously, she craves your validation so please give it to her

Laura - Determined

Once Laura has her sights set on a goal, you, it's hard to steer her away from that goal.

This makes her one of the hardest to get away from, Laura being smart enough to think of every attempt before hand and having something to counteract that attempt

Yet she's also preplanned any possible way for you to trust her again if case things go south.

The more you trust her and her guidance the more things she'll allow for you to do, it's not like she doesn't want you to enjoy your time in the relationship, infact that's all she wants when it comes to you

Laura is the type willing to get her hands dirty over you, killing whoever she sees fit. Sometimes she’ll chose someone very close, make your watch, then torture and then to prove a point, which is always a huge end goal for her.

Her main key is proving a point, the point being that she's right. And that you belong together and always have been.

Ryan - Lovesick

He loves a connection!

As soon as he hits that connection with you he's hooked. Ryan doesn't really talk to people, in fact he was never really good with them in the first place. So whenever you pop into his life out of nowhere hes lovesick and will literally be wrapped around your finger

One thing that benefits him is the fact that he's a tad bit intimidating. He's so intimidating in fact that he just kind of sulks around and

Sharing is caring, only with you though, so he listens to his podcasts with you, sharing his thoughts and how it'd be so cute if you started your own

But as soon as someone messes with you and your relationship he goes ballistic. He will harm someone, not to kill them but he will get his point across

His entire snarky awkward attitude is all a front why would he reveal who he really is when he'd rather hide behind you and be that rock for you to lean on

Max - Obsessed

Imagine how doting his is over Laura upped x100. He's a big goof ball yes but he knows what's his is his

He's super clingy at that, so expect every moment with him to be him cuddling up next to you and feeling up on you

This is way worse whenever he gets infected, turning even more obsessed with the mere idea of you, it's to the point where he constantly smothers you with just how much he loves you

Even if your not a thing he will find some way to be this crucial aspect in your life, by any means possible. It could be he's your quirky next door neighbor in your apartment complex that always invites you over after work, or maybe a returning costumer that comes every day to the small shop you work at

During all these instances he has memorabilia of the event, a bag you gave him or maybe you left your purse and he'd take something unrecognizable like a chapstick. (He will constantly rub it against his lips and claim it's almost like kissing you)

Nicknames galore! Your his whole world and he needs to remind you that always!!

When it comes to killing he actually plans it out to where he's around his target or would lead them into a desolate location to let his werewolf form handle it, god knows he can't

Overall with him it's never bad, it's just tiring at points

Emma - Manipulative

She knows exactly what you want to hear and when you want to hear it

Emma will wind her way into your life slowly making her be seen as the only thing you truly need in this world

Literally she will spread mess with the only goal of it getting back to you therefore pushing you further into her arms, instantly she'd play the sympathy card

Only when times get desperate and she's at an actual risk of losing you will she ever go out of her way to harm anyone.

Without the threat she usually does nothing, tearing your idealization of that person down with just a few words from her lips

But as soon as you find out something happened you go to your best friend and cry on her shoulder, Emma being there to reassure you that everything is alright and safe! If all else fails you could even stay with her until you feel better!!

She's the only one in your corner, your best friend remember!

Kaitlyn - Controlling

She doesn't like you leaving the house or go anywhere without her permission

After what happened at Hackett's Quarry, she can't even think about you getting hurt, especially if you got bit there.

This means controlling the food you eat, limiting your time outside at night, even hooking you up on a full moon just in case

She truly loves you! It's just hard for her to trust the outside world, just about seeing the worst of it

It's to the point to where she hides guns in places all over your shared house

Other than that she's super fun when she's not overreacting, she'll allow people to come over all the time

Nick - Intense

Nick is so intense with his love for you, he will find any and all ways to show that love

He gives compliments like no other, and will constantly flirt with you calling everything you do amazing or even just you in general

That is until he gets bit

Whenever Nick gets bit he like loses it over you and instantly claims what's his, and what's always been his

He's big into pda and if he sees you talking to someone he doesn't like he will go up to you, make out with you and then just lurk behind you, taunting whoever your talking to behind your back

Then immediately after that person leaves he drags you off to where you can be alone, which is definitely a hiding place only he uses and knows

Nick will hurt you, almost never intentionally, he just can't recgonize his strength and goes too far at times in which he will patch you up

Yet he really gets you when he paints himself as this victim and that your one of the few things he can rely on so don't leave him yada yada

So he would trust you to chain him up and to watch over him whenever he turns at times, but on others he takes that as a opportunity to attack others and act as a form of a protector to him

Jacob - Emotional

He puts his all into you and let's his heart lead his actions, you could use him if you really wanted too

After Emma kind of treated him bad he hoped that someone hell anyone would love him the way he loves them

Then he meets you

And God is Jacob in love, someone who lets him be him without any judgement, it's like he's in heaven

So of course he would want to protect that

Most of what makes him a yandere, is that he acts without thinking, and attacks people just merely to protect you

Sometimes it's charming but others it's scary and changes into a completely different person, his carefree and joking attitude turning into a more serious and dark one

But he recognizes he scares you and his emotions change once again and he's back to doting and apologizing to you, but he'll definitely take care of the situation later

He just has more important things to worry about at the current moment