#dylan lenivy fanfiction

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Is It About Me?

Rated: Teen And Up Audiences | Read on Ao3

The first thing Dylan noticed when he stepped into their room at Harbinger Motel was the disappointingly wide gap between the two single beds that were shoved into opposite corners of the room. Only then did he take in the rest of the interior, the old-fashioned curtains and the run-down carpet someone had worried a trench into elicited a slight frown. The furniture looked like it was right out of a museum and the lamp dangling from the ceiling only managed a dim, pale light, painting sinister shadows rather than illuminating the room.

At least the place seemed clean enough, and no matter how shady everything may appear, a rundown motel room decidedly gained in appeal after their night of horrors.

Dylan dropped his bag at the foot of the bed next to the dusty window and shot a glance at Ryan behind him. Mock disappointment crept into his voice as he quipped, “Oh no, I was hoping you got us a double room.”

The silence that followed felt suspiciously like an eye roll. Dylan had grown accustomed to Ryan's silences over the past two months, and the fact that he could tell the difference between annoyance, speechlessness, and embarrassment without even looking at him spoke volumes about how hopelessly infatuated he was.

Behind him, the door slammed shut. Dylan flinched, spinning around with fists raised, braced for a fight. His heart raced, but then his frantic gaze settled on Ryan—just Ryan, giving him an apologetic look. Dylan forced himself to breathe evenly, and dared to unclench his fists. No werewolves. No mad hunters. Just Ryan. Everything was okay. They were safe.

“Sorry about that,” Ryan muttered, dropping his bag next to the bed Dylan hadn’t claimed, and raked a hand through his hair.

Dylan grinned in an attempt to mask the embarrassing wave of shock that had just shot through his body.  “Glad you would’ve preferred shared beds as well.” He feigned nonchalance, pretending not to know the real reason for Ryan’s apology. But the slight tremble in his voice betrayed him, and he cursed the crack in his usual cool demeanor. As if last night hadn’t already ruined his reputation.

“I didn’t …,” Ryan began, but caught himself just in time. “Oh well, never mind.”

Dylan felt a pang of disappointment. There had been a time, back at the beginning of the summer, when Ryan would at least stumble over his flirtations, looking adorably flustered. Now, he seemed to have decided to meet Dylan’s teasing with stoic indifference.

For a moment, silence filled the room. Dylan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his fingers moving restlessly, while Ryan paced back and forth, deepening the already worn trench in the carpet. If Dylan was honest with himself, this was the perfect setting to tell Ryan what he’d wanted to tell him for several days now. He had never found the courage or the privacy to do so, and when he didn’t do it now, then it would be too late for … well, for whatever it was he hoped them to have together. He inhaled deeply.

“You need a distraction,” Dylan declared, trying not to let on how much he needed it himself, the images of the night threatening to sneak up on him. He rummaged through his bag, pulled out his phone, and raised it in the air triumphantly. Without allowing for objection he threw himself on Ryan’s bed, grinning up at him expectantly.

Ryan stopped pacing, his gaze narrowing as he took in the sight of Dylan sprawled out on his bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ryan’s voice didn’t betray any emotion, but there was a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe?—in his eyes. Definitely not the reaction Dylan had hoped for.

“I thought we’d listen to a podcast together,” Dylan explained, the playful edge in his voice sounding more forced than he wanted to. “And I’m pretty sure your earbuds can’t stretch across the tragically wide distance between our beds.”

A flicker of amusement crossed Ryan's face, his lips twitched as if he was resisting a smile. “You know, we could just use the speaker. No one’s here to be bothered by it.”

“Oh come on, that’s not the same! And, as I recall, you promised me shared earbuds,” Dylan retorted with half-earnest indignation, patting the empty space next to him in invitation.

Ryan rolled his eyes but made his way over to the bed with a resigned sigh. As he lay down next to Dylan, their shoulders brushed, sending a pleasant tingle through Dylan’s entire body. He bit down a smile as Ryan fought with the earbuds, trying to untangle them, and took the one Ryan finally offered to him without a word.

“What do you want to listen to?” Ryan asked as Dylan connected the earbuds to his phone.

“It'll ruin the surprise if I tell you,” Dylan teased, though his fingers trembled as he scrolled through the podcast episodes, searching for the right one. He stole a glance at Ryan and waited until he was fully settled before pressing play, his heart thudding louder than he would like. 

“Welcome, everyone, to our new episode of Rainbow Youth, the podcast that discusses the realities of queer teens all over the US. Today, we welcome our guest Dylan. Hello, Dylan!”

“Hi, it’s great to be here.”

“Dylan, please tell us your pronouns and how you identify.”

Ryan’s eyes widened as he recognized the familiar voice sounding from the earbuds. “There really is a podcast about you.”

Dylan chuckled at Ryan’s expression and quickly pressed pause, not wanting Ryan to miss the upcoming, crucial moments of the episode. He smiled, amused by Ryan’s disbelief.

“Yeah,” Dylan said, nodding. “Did you think I was making fun of you?” He caught Ryan’s appraising look and raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, forget I asked.”

For a moment, Dylan hesitated before hitting play again, suddenly questioning his decision to tell Ryan about himself this way. Wouldn’t it be better to share something that personal in a face-to-face conversation? But the mere thought of saying those words while Ryan was looking at him made his palms sweat. To buy himself a little more time, he added, “I was a special guest on this queer youth podcast, you know. They invited me to talk about my experiences.”

“Cool,” Ryan replied simply, glancing at the phone in Dylan’s hand, clearly expecting him to continue. Dylan took it as a good sign, Ryan signaling interest, but his nerves refused to calm. With a heavy swallow, he hit the play button again.

“Okay, so, my pronouns are he/him, and I identify as a gay trans guy.”

Dylan kept his eyes on Ryan, searching for any hint of acknowledgment, any sign of surprise or shock or disbelief, or any of the other painful scenarios he had painted in his mind for the last couple of weeks.

But nothing came. Ryan remained focused on the host’s questions, his expression neutral, listening intently as if Dylan hadn’t just shared something that —at least to him—felt monumental. Dylan had been bracing for this moment for two months, and it had taken werewolves and near-death experiences to finally give him the push. And Ryan said nothing?

Dylan hit pause, forcing Ryan to finally, finally look at him.

“Ummm …”, Dylan began, his voice reflecting every bit of the insecurity he felt. “Did you hear what I just said? On the podcast, I mean?”

“Yes.” 

Silence followed, heavy and uncomfortable.

“And …” Dylan’s throat tightened, the words barely leaving his mouth. “What do you think about that?”

Ryan glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “It’s okay.”

Oh well, that could mean anything from casual acceptance to hurtful indifference. But somehow, despite the ambiguous reaction, Ryan’s deep, steady voice soothed Dylan’s nerves. It almost felt like he was deflating, all of the built-up tension that had gripped him for weeks leaving him at once. But the feeling of doubt kept nagging.

“It’s okay?” he echoed, cautiously glancing at Ryan from the corner of his eye. He wasn’t sure what reaction he had been expecting, but it certainly hadn’t been a simple, steady affirmation.

“Um … yeah?” Ryan replied, his voice still calm, though the way he smoothed his palms over his thighs and the faint crease in his brow betrayed the unease Dylan’s reaction caused. “Why? Did you … expect it to change something?”

“No,” Dylan hurried to reassure him. After a short hesitation, he frowned. “I mean, no, I didn’t want it to,” he specified, “I just thought maybe it would.” He stopped himself before delving into how it so often had. Now was not the time to spiral into an account of his past experiences, not when Ryan was still sitting next to him, even leaning in ever so slightly if Dylan could trust his perception.

“Well, it doesn’t,” Ryan stressed, more firmly this time.

Dylan managed a small smile of relief, but it faded as soon as another thought forced its way into his head, a thought he hated but couldn’t brush off again.

He whispered, “Because you don’t … like me in a way where this would even be relevant?” His fingers tightened around his phone.

There was a moment of silence. It wasn’t like any of Ryan’s other silences Dylan had spent so much time cataloging over the summer. It was heavier, almost stunned, the kind of silence that made Dylan’s heart sink.

“What gave you that idea?” Ryan asked at last, his voice sharper than usual, cutting through the tension.

Dylan shrugged, trying to adopt his usual nonchalant tone, though every fiber of his being felt like it was trembling. “You didn’t kiss me when you had the choice. So, I figured...”

“Ah.” Ryan fell silent again, and each passing second felt like torture. Dylan’s mind raced, imagining all the ways Ryan could reject him, each scenario more painful than the other.

When Ryan finally spoke, his words caught Dylan off guard for a change. “You like me, right?” 

Dylan sat up, staring at him in disbelief. “If I didn’t make that clear, I should probably refine my flirting abilities.”

“You flirted alright,” Ryan said, his voice softer now. “I’m just ... I’m just not great at figuring out if you’re serious or just making fun.”

Well, Dylan could probably congratulate himself on this one.

“I’m serious,” Dylan said, after hesitating briefly which had nothing to do with his feelings for Ryan and everything to do with his own insecurity. “Very serious, actually.” He squirmed slightly under Ryan’s intense gaze. “I guess… I wanted to leave myself a way out, you know? So I could say it wasn’t that serious, in case you weren’t interested.”

He glanced sideways at Ryan, heart pounding. “Are you? Interested?”

“I am,” Ryan replied simply. And then there was silence again. Dylan waited, but his patience was stretched thin by the confusing thoughts swirling in his brain.

“I still don’t get why you kissed Kaitlyn instead of me,” he blurted out. The memory stung, though Ryan’s hand resting next to his thigh now, its weight calming and reassuring, eased the pain a little.

“I didn’t kiss you because I didn’t want it to feel like part of a game. A kiss with everyone watching, something that could be brushed off as a joke.”

Dylan’s chest tightened at the realization that he hadn’t been the only one fighting insecurity. 

“I won’t say it’s a joke,” Dylan reassured him softly, and without overthinking it any longer, he did something he had wanted to do for the last two months: he took Ryan’s hand in his, squeezing it gently, tracing soothing patterns on the back of it with his thumb.

They sat in silence for a while, with Dylan struggling to find the right words to convey just how much Ryan’s calm acceptance of his identity meant to him. His affection for Ryan had deepened to an even more unsettling level, and the fact that Ryan seemed to feel the same way was almost surreal. But, Dylan was still Dylan, and it wasn’t long before the urge to break the tension with humor took over. He lifted their joined hands slightly.

“I’m so glad you didn’t cut it off, you know. So much more flexibility for holding your hand.”

Ryan groaned, though a smile tugged at his lips. The glimpse of it made it more and more difficult for Dylan to keep his distance.

“So …” Dylan finally dared to ask, leaning in just a little, “do you want to kiss me now? Totally un-jokingly?”

“Yes.”

Ryan’s response came without hesitation, as calm and certain as his earlier it’s okay.

Dylan smiled, his hand sliding to the back of Ryan’s neck as he gently pulled him closer. They filled the silence that followed with tentative touches, fingertips brushing warm skin, lips meeting softly. Dylan happily filed this silence away alongside all the others. It was his favorite by far.

“Admit it,” Dylan whispered, his forehead resting against Ryan’s after they reluctantly broke apart. “You didn’t kiss me in front of the others because you were too scared of damaging your cool and mysterious image by looking utterly smitten once I was done with you. Like right now.”

Ryan chuckled, a sound Dylan would do everything in his power to hear again and again and again. 

“Maybe,” he replied vaguely, tugging Dylan closer as if wanting to effectively shut him up for now. And Dylan wasn’t about to argue.

[zqmbiescorpse]

𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗘..

kaitlyn ka x female reader

a/n: i've been dying for kaitlyn fics, and just the quarry fics in general, because there's hardly any and that makes me want to cry. anyways, first thing i'm hopefully posting so no bullying pls. no werewolves! also sorry if the ending feels like it could be improved, i just really wanted to be finished with this <3

warnings: nothing serious, some making out

word count: 2.4k

(masterlist)

The joyous, fun atmosphere surrounding the gentle flicker of the campfire quickly disappeared, leaving the mood somewhat awkward as everyone who had remained (being Dylan, Ryan and yourself) turned towards Kaitlyn with a disappointed look.

"What?" questioned the small ravenette, sensing the glares from the three of you while she feigned innocence at the situation she, may have, intentionally, created.

"You totally ruined the party man," Dylan absentmindedly responded, taking a sip of whatever beer was left. All of you were a little tipsy, sober enough that thinking clearly wasn't an issue but drunk enough to feel a warm woozy sensation floating around your bodies.

In all truth, you weren't bothered in the slightest by the absence of Jacob, Abi, Emma or Nick. You did like them, sure, though being with them throughout the summer was often challenging - you typically found yourself enjoying the company of the others instead.

The four of you had stuck together for a large portion of the time, and you felt you'd become pretty close; so close that, naturally, you formed a humongous crush on the confident, very attractive, super cool dark-haired girl that was sometimes a little mean to you.

With Kaitlyn, you could never be quite sure about how she felt about you, there had been a few occasions where you doubted if she even liked as a friend. She was hard to read and you were a bit sensitive so, as you can imagine, things got tricky - having a ton of feelings for her only made you suffer greatly.

Then again, when these times occurred where you were miserable, Kaitlyn would periodically open up to you and let you know that, yes, she did appreciate you. Small moments of affirmation after so much doubt made you feel so unbelievably fuzzy inside. Unfortunately, the pair of you were tremendously insecure, because of this, there was a lot of dancing around each other the entire summer, similarly to Nick and Abi.

Suddenly desperate to relish in what could be the last evening with her, a rapid demand to continue the entertainment of 'truth or dare' came spilling from your mouth.

'Someone's...eager," Ryan chuckled slowly, glancing over at you and then at Dylan with a knowing glint in his eye.

Following this, Dylan offered, "Y/N's just disappointed she didn't get to smooch anyone this evening."

"You and me both, Y/N."

It was such a quiet array of words yet everyone heard Kaitlyn mutter them - nobody said anything back.

You were so hopelessly in love with her, that you couldn't help but hang onto anything Kaitlyn said that remotely resembled a reciprocation of feelings.

Shyly, you lifted your gaze from the muddy floor to your friends around you, careful not to stare directly at her gorgeous face. Whatever you were about to say next needed to be calm, one hundred percent normal and definitely not suggestive of anything.

With a brief amount of consideration and overthinking, you said, "Well, I don't know, what else is there to do right now? We can keep playing without the others."

You needed to stop working yourself up over such minuscule things; with Kaitlyn anywhere near you, you couldn't control yourself. Not being a fumbling mess was incredibly difficult.

"Yeah sure, why the fuck not?" Dylan chimed back in with a sense of glee, intrigued to see what would happen next.

"Cool alright, Kaitlyn?"

Deep down, it was clear to you that she would join back in, but part of you still inwardly thanked Ryan for ensuring that she was interested in continuing.

"I'm in, of course," A short pause. "You're a bit far away from us Y/N, you should get a bit closer, come here..."

Watching as Kaitlyn patted the empty space on the rough log impatiently, indicating you join her, an eruption of warmth covered your cheeks at her attention being on you; her wanting you next to her.

"Yeah, come on over here Y/N!"

Obviously, it didn't feel as special when Dylan said it, though, you appreciated how it got rid of some of the tension.

"Okay okay, yes, I'm coming," You spoke up, giggling, absolutely infected with giddiness that was bursting to show. You're sure it did, a big goofy smile plastered to your face as you made your way to the opposite side of the campfire. Apparently, the delight spread to Kaitlyn since you could've sworn she was attempting to mask an excited grin too.

Immediately, a soft scent of honey mixed with something floral was all you could smell, each and every time you inhaled. It made you feel very comfortable.

"Who wants to start it off this time?" inquired Ryan, yet your attention was instantly torn away from him due to the sensation of a soft, smaller hand brushing over your slightly sweaty one.

There was not a doubt in your mind. You had already jumped to the conclusion that it was intentional. From doing an action so small as turning away from you to face Ryan, how could Kaitlyn's hand touch yours in the process if it were on accident? There was no time to think rationally, you were already freaking out like mad. And she loved it.

"I'll go."

Leaving no room for arguments, Kaitlyn's head whipped back round to face you once more, this time with a playful theme prominent within her features.

"Y/N. Truth or dare," she asked, intently, her pretty eyes trained on your very nervous self.

You couldn't pick a place to focus your line of sight, eyes darting from her straight to the floor and back at your two shaky hands resting in your lap. Not in a million years were you prepared to answer 'dare'. In what world did you have the confidence.

Telling yourself it was the sensible response, you requested 'truth' like the jittery coward you are - to nobody's surprise but to Kaitlyn's disappointment.

"Tryna play it safe, are we, Y/N? I'm not letting you off that easily," was all she said as you sat there, patiently awaiting for whatever abomination that was heading your way.

Finally, you observed as her eyes lit up with a sudden delight; her full attention, once again, solely focused on you, not quite prepared for what was coming next.

"Out of everyone here, meaning me, Dylan or Ryan, who would you be the most interested in dating...and you have to answer otherwise it's no fun."

The situation wouldn't have felt awfully suffocating if it weren't for your stupid crush, which you were starting to suspect Kaitlyn was fully aware of. Her plump lips contorted mischievously into something smug - a perfectly arched eyebrow raised while she continued staring you down.

Because of the intense stare and immense amount of pressure you felt you were under, you missed a faint flash of worry flicker in her eye at your hesitation; uncertain whether or not her question had backfired on her.

Words couldn't describe the newfound urge tugging at your stomach to let her know that you so badly wanted to date her, to be with her, to kiss her. You couldn't handle rejection in the slightest but also couldn't bare the thought of letting this go on much longer - missing your chance when you had it.

You felt yourself tearing apart because of a silly crush on a girl who was way too good for you; evidently taking this unimportant game way too seriously. This time, you locked eyes with Kaitlyn, your heart racing, making an effort to bring any remnants of confidence together to prepare an answer.

"Uhhhh, I'd probably wanna date you, Kaitlyn?"

You had never experienced something simultaneously this underwhelming and overwhelming. Really, your response was very simple, basic, and not that huge. If, by chance, the beautiful ravenette was utterly disgusted by your answer it could be put down to merely a game and everyone would move on. You would be devastated but you'd get over it.

Having said that, repulsion was the last thing Kaitlyn felt regarding your answer, instead, a frantic fuel ignited within her. For a moment, she kind of just gawked at you, a bashful awkwardness radiating from your features.

"Truth or dare," she asked once more, this time the question coming across as more demanding, and a slight shake was apparent in her voice. Desperation spurred over her yet she seemed to be concealing it quite well, aside from the little chew on her lip while she awaited your answer, the nervous habit being the only indication of how Kaitlyn felt.

"Hey, what!" Dylan interjected, "Why are you going again, Kaitlyn? It's Y/N's turn."

Though you had to admit that Dylan's disapproval was amusing, you were too engulfed in whatever was happening between you and her. Nothing but you and her. Bathing in her alluring nature, you really did not mean to take this long to respond, you shouldn't be keeping someone that exquisite waiting.

"Dare..."

To outsiders, the atmosphere didn't appear tense at all. The luminous blaze of the golden camp, flickered and your chest tightened by the second.

"I dare you," Kaitlyn breathed out, her words trailing off implying a wane in confidence. Again, she was doubting herself, even when, at this point, the both of you had been as open as you could about your intense romantic interest for each other without explicitly saying anything.

You observed her complexion closely, each insecurity conveyed on her face made your heart rate increase consequently. You yearned for her to give in and do something to relieve all the built up anxiety, yet couldn't blame her too much since you found yourself incapable of initiating the first move.

An abrupt change conjured. Kaitlyn ostensibly bolder.

"I dare you to kiss me."

Silence. You inched forward but couldn't quite make it all the way. You didn't know what it was, something was holding you back. Also, with the audience of the two boys, you couldn't help your sheepish nature.

As though she couldn't handle it anymore, impatient because of your hesitancy, Kaitlyn took matters into her own hands and closed the gap, her soft lips meeting yours. Certain she would tease you about your failure to for fill the dare, you decided it was best to concern yourself with it later - a highly insignificant worry, really.

The kiss didn't last too long. The bliss you felt quickly overpowered by insecurity, and maybe disappointment too. You had hoped the moment you had been chasing for months would at least be longer than a few seconds. Grateful you got to kiss her, yet, you needed more.

"That was...terrible. I'm sorry," You mumbled bashfully, barely audible for Dylan and Ryan.

"Nu-uh baby, it was good," She whispered back, then tugging your face toward her once more.

Whereas the first peck was delicate, shy and over in a few seconds, in this instance, the kiss was deepened almost immediately. Her gentle hands cupped your flushed cheeks, promoting you to tightly grasp at her clothes. It took all of your power to not let any whimpers or whines escape you, making out with someone while other people were around was embarrassing enough as is.

"Okay...guys..." Ryan, being the first to speak up, broke the immersion, the two of you reluctantly pulling away from each other.

"Totally digging how happy you are right now, but, you know, lodge is empty..." Dylan chimed in, somewhat less awkward than Ryan.

You shared a look with Kaitlyn, your shortness of breath mirrored after your lips had been pressed against one another's for an extended period of time.

"Sounds great, thanks Dylan," Kaitlyn rose from her place seated on the log, enthusiasm oozing from her. "Let's get going huh, Y/N?" She proposed, laced with sultry.

You stayed seated, a little dumbfounded about the kiss and relishing in the electric sensation circulating in your body. Kaitlyn gripped your wrist, gaining your attention as her request caught up with you.

"Uh, yeah...yes we should go," Stumbling over your words, you got up, waved to Dylan and Ryan and began your journey back to the lodge. Incoherent mumbling could be heard from the pair left behind. You ignored it, giggling slightly and walked beside Kaitlyn.

When you arrived, you opened up the wooden door and stepped inside, Kaitlyn not giving you an opportunity to voice your opinion on anything; her mouth soon latched onto yours.

It was hungry, and you returned the passion. Although she may have been smaller than you, she still forced you up against one of the aging walls of the building; her tongue buried in your mouth. There was no fight for dominance, Kaitlyn was in control, not that you minded. It was such a rush, her lips all over your cool skin, your trembling hands in her dark hair, the occasional raspy chuckles from her, and the whines from you. Anything either one of you did spurred the other on wildly.

Eventually, distances had to be created since you couldn't keep going without catching your breath.

"I can't believe it took us that long to do this. We could've been having hot make-out sessions all summer" Kaitlyn beamed with genuine delight, her hands retreating from being all over you to placed on her hips, taking her usual sassy stance.

"I know," You agreed, laughing," I was so scared about being rejected"

"It's okay, I was equally terrified. Better late than never I suppose. At least we know now." The ravenette smirked, gazing into your eyes, entertained by how dishevelled you looked, encouraging her to admit, "I seriously am so fucking attracted to you."

Again, you let out a giggle, a noise that Kaitlyn thought was endearing. "Well, I've been fawning over you for like ages now." You blushed, the confession sparking a wave of heat to pass over you. Even though your actions had already said enough, disclosing the information made your shoulders feel externally lighter.

"It does really suck that it's the end of camp, going our separate ways and all" You continued, dejectedly. You were overjoyed that you were finally sharing these movements with Kaitlyn but hated yourself for holding off this long.

She examined your rapidly declining mood, likewise, she was regretful for waiting, however, not an ounce of uncertainty clouded her mind.

"What is there to worry about? Of course, we can stay in touch, I'm serious about this and...I do want to be with you." She reassured you, offering a loving smile filled with comfort. "Just give me your number, baby."

[hedwig123]

Merry Christmas everyone (but mainly @andromaqves)!

[conspicuous-mending]

So I wrote a The Quarry Fanfiction . . .

I challenged myself to write an unofficial sequel to The Quarry that closed as many plot-holes as possible but stayed as true to the characters/lore as I could. I'd love for fans of the game to read it and let me know what they think!

Remember: What doesn't kill you will make you stronger!

[redscrawl]

How It Ends- The Quarry

(#FFF234: how it ends) fandom: The Quarry characters: Kaitlyn, Dylan, Ryan, Abi, Laura, Max, Others (mentioned) warnings: canonical character death, grief/mourning, trauma, amputation, blood, injury, horror, dead bodies, tragedy words: 717 summary: The Quarry cast contemplates the events of the night while driving away from camp finally.

Guys I suddenly got inspired to write a random The Quarry fic because of @flashfictionfridayofficial

Ignore that my first published fanfic on here is this random, also i wrote this in like 30 minutes. I promise ill put my actual fanfic on here some day.

The sunlight turned the blood an angelic hue. An almost shimmering red popping against worn and beaten skin. 

Dappled golden rays shone down through the canopy of leaves, bathing them all in what they had most desperately craved all evening; light. After hours of searching, begging, and weeping for it, the end was not what they had expected. Things looked different in the light. The shadows cast by trees were less daunting, the wounds decorating their bodies were less intimidating. The losses were greater, more raw and piercing. Empty spots aching as daylight exposed them. 

 There was no great applause or lifting of a curtain. Nobody had come to tell them ‘Congratulations! You are still alive!’. Not even the cops had been called. It was just them and the crippling reality of the situation they had advanced and fallen victim to. Six remaining teenagers and the lingering stench of death. 

And so they piled into the dirty beat up van, quietly and routinely. The warm cracked leather seats welcoming them into its safe hold. None of them said anything as Kaitlyn assumed her role as the driver, Laura taking up the passenger seat. As the position’s honored title suggests, she clutched the bloody shotgun in her hands still, high alert on even as the van passed through the camp’s threshold. 

‘Hackett’s Quarry’ the sign read ‘What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger.’ 

Dylan was the only one to glance back, craning his sore neck to see the lodge. It was illuminated now through the gap in the trees, from here you could barely tell something amiss had ever happened there. It looked just as it had 24 hours ago, teeming with life and campers.

He almost thought maybe this had never happened. That this was just a dream, though the dull ache thrumming in the spot where his hand used to be suggested otherwise. 

Ryan looked over at Dylan, dried blood caking onto his face creating a texture like an old and cracked oil painting. His lips curled into a slight smile, Dylan smiled back. 

Silence laid steadily in the bumpy car ride to the main road, nobody wanted to speak about what had happened. No music played over the speakers, it felt wrong now to enjoy something while passing through the site of their most acute horror. 

Things would never be the same anymore, too many people had died, too many secrets never meant to see the light of day had been uncovered. There would be no more summer camp and no more Hackett’s Quarry. The empty seats and unclaimed luggage sitting in the van was a stark reminder of what was to haunt them for the rest of their lives. 

But for now they were okay, it was over, this was the end. 

The jostling of the uneven dirt turned into smooth pavement as they finally turned onto the main road. Everyone let out a subtle sigh of relief, they made it. Even Laura rested her arms, placing the gun on her thighs; she turned to check on Max, his face forlorn and distant.

Dylan was the first to break the silence. 

“Is it crazy if I somehow still have the Peanut Butter Butterpops theme stuck in my head?” His voice was weak but still rang out with the same sarcastic note as always. 

For a moment everyone stayed still, shocked that the long drawn out silence had ended. Everyone had been shaken out of their own stoic thoughts. Was it okay to laugh at a time like this? Was the question on every mind.

Kaitlyn decided it was.

Her chuckle was the first, a dry and heaving thing. Like all the weight of that night was being released through her vocal chords. She gasped, laughing from the pit of her stomach while clutching the grimy steering wheel. Dylan was next, then Abi and Ryan. Eventually even Laura and Max broke from their serious stare. 

The laughter continued for long and got louder as it went on. It all seemed so absurd to them now, like a cheesy movie they’d pay way too much to see at the local theater. 

Still smiling, Kaitlyn drove on chasing the horizon. Sun brimming over the edge like a promise.

This was the end.  

[ghostradiodylan]

The first chapter of my novella-length Dylan/Ryan slow burn paranormal romance piece is up! It starts out heavy but I keep lots of comedic elements going throughout and it will be real fluffy later. All the counselors will eventually get at least one chapter with plenty of Kaitlyn alongside the boys.

Summary: When Dylan Lenivy died, he hadn’t expected to be met with Heaven or Hell—he’d never really believed in all that—or Elysium or Valhalla or any of those pretty-sounding immortal afterworlds. He liked the idea of reincarnation, but wasn’t sure he bought into that entirely either. What he had expected, however, was to catch a fucking break. In his final excruciating moments, especially, Dylan was kind of looking forward to oblivion—to sinking into the waters of the river Lethe, forgetting about everything that came before, and having that eternal rest people liked to talk about. But for Dylan, nothing’s ever quite so simple. What doesn’t kill you might make you stronger, if the camp’s oft-repeated motto can be believed, but what if what does kill you doesn’t quite manage to make you dead? Not, y’know, dead-dead, anyway.

[callmehopeless]

ENOUGH

Chapter 2: Don't Touch My Drumset

“PLEASE DISREGARD THAT LAST MESSAGE. DYLAN’S JUST DECIDED HE–” Click. Dylan pulls out the plug, swinging it in his hand. “Too slow. So sad. Game over.”

(In which I continue Dylan's march towards being a total legend and an insufferable dumbass.)

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Yes, I'm back and writing for a teeny tiny fandom. Still planning all of my old projects, but this is what has gripped me currently in a chokehold. I honestly cannot help myself. I'm taking prompts! If you're in this corner of the fandom and looking for a new author to read, you're in luck. All pairings on the table - I'd love to write for you! UNTIL DAWN IS VERY MUCH INCLUDED IN THIS OFFER, GANG!

[quillfulwriter]

Rating: T | Words: 500

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[lenivyssenseoflevity]

First translation of one of my Rylan-One Shots!!!!!!!!

"You're so damn stubborn," the brown-haired giggled, shaking his head and was about to hoist Ryan onto his arms. He already had his left arm on his lower back and his right beneath Ryan's thighs

"Don't..." Ryan pleaded again, much quieter this time as he bowed his head in shame.

"Why not?" Dylan didn't understand why the other make a fuss and act so coyly. "Is it really that much against your pride? Come on, what's wrong with it? It’s gonna be okay, man. Even a proud Ryan Erzahler needs help sometimes.”

"It... it's just embarrassing," Ryan argued, looking around uncomfortably.

They were in a park a few blocks from Dylan's apartment. Luckily there weren't too many people around them at the moment, but the few who were here were already looking over at them.

Yeah! Ok, I've decided to give it a try. So here it is, the first English translation of one of my One Shots! Surprise! Surprise! Yeah!!!!! I'm super excited and happy!

So the full One Shot is now available to read on Wattpad! I would be very happy and appreciate it if you leave a little love and support if you like this project, enjoyed reading and want to see more Rylan-Content and want more translations. It's really a lot of work writing and translating these one shots, although I really enjoy writing them myself because I love this ship so much. So yeah, if you like it, just feel free to support me and if you want to stay updated if a new translation is upcoming then make sure to follow me here on tumblr, Wattpad (AngelNi5) and/or AO3 (Sense_Of_Lenivy) :) The original german collection that is still ongoing can be found on my Wattpad. Have fun! <3

[riverrunscold]

I love the Hacketteers so much, guys! They had to be the found family for day 8!

[whocaresaboutdecent]

Clouds of Possibilities

Rated: Teens and Up Audiences | Read on Ao3

I started writing this story in 2022 and never had the confidence to finish it (let alone posting it). Luckily, that changed, so have some comforting Ryan/Dylan everyone. Still someone around in this fandom? :)

Ryan cowered on the floor before the storm shelter, his forehead resting on his knees, his eyes shielded from the glaring sunlight. The brightness seemed surreal after this seemingly endless night; he hadn’t expected to experience the comfort of sunbeams warming his skin ever again. Yet, they failed to chase away the cold dread that gripped his heart. He hugged his legs closer, curling in on himself to appear as small and unimposing as possible, his body shivering uncontrollably.

Breathe, Ryan, breathe. Deep, deliberate breaths, holding the air in his lungs, counting to three, slow exhale. Repeat. One after the other.

It didn’t help. The darkness of the night’s horrors crawled in on him, pulling him into a spiral of unhealthy thoughts. He lacked the mental strength to escape.

There he was again, standing in the Hackett’s house, his hands clutching a shotgun loaded with silver shells, finger trembling, breath faltering, thoughts racing. He hesitated, watching the werewolf circle them.

He couldn’t bring himself to shoot.

Seconds later Chris – or at least the beast that was once the camp leader, the mentor, the father figure Ryan had known and admired and looked up to – leapt at him, snarling dangerously. Pain exploded in Ryan’s body as razor-sharp teeth pierced his skin. His mind went blank, overwhelmed by the searing wave of pain pulsing through him. The hot, stinking breath of the beast filled his nostrils, this close it must sense his raging fear.

Next, a frightening sensation of falling and he tumbled into cold, impenetrable darkness.

“No, no, no,” Ryan whispered hoarsely, hugging his legs closer to his body, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could erase the brutal images. Different scenarios for the situation with Chris forced their way into his mind as his brain was desperately searching for an alternative solution that didn’t end in anyone's death. There had to be something he could have done. But no matter how many possibilities he ran through, one ended up being gorier than the other.

“There you are, all brooding and mysterious again.”

Ryan lifted his head, squinting against the sudden brightness that hurt his eyes. As usual, there was an underlying affection in Dylan’s voice when he spoke to Ryan, an affection Ryan could barely handle at the moment. Not with the fresh blood on his hands, and all this guilt and fear wrestling him to the ground. He rested his chin on his knees, remaining silent.

When Ryan didn’t answer, Dylan hesitated for a moment before sporting that lopsided grin Ryan could never quite decide was annoying or appealing. It was astonishing how Dylan could explode into a werewolf at night and look completely unfazed the next day, as if he had just stayed out too long, partying too hard.

“Of course, I'd love to tell you how alluring you look,” Dylan assured him sympathetically, “but the truth is–you look like shit.“

Ryan snorted. At least it matched his own assessment. In contrast, Dylan had clearly showered, his hair still wet, and changed into a fresh set of clothes. His old ones had been torn apart during his transformation.

Dylan sat down on the ground close to Ryan, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Their shoulders were almost touching.

“Anything I can do to help?” Dylan cast a sideways glance at him, and Ryan turned his head to meet his gaze. 

The earnest expression on Dylan’s face told him he was talking to Dylan Dylan at the moment which reassured him enough to sigh and explain, “I have all these scenarios in my head and I can’t seem to turn them off.”

“Okay,” Dylan replied slowly, frowning. “What type of scenarios?”

“Every decision I made last night replays in my head,” Ryan elaborated. “Depending on how I act, there are different outcomes.”

“Hm.” Dylan remained quiet for a moment, considering what Ryan had just disclosed. The fact that he didn’t try to wave the issue away with a joke sparked an unexpected surge of affection in Ryan’s chest. Relaxing a bit, he stretched out his legs and leaned back, uncurling from his huddled position.

Finally, Dylan declared, “I think you’re grappling with clouds of possibilities.”

Staring at him incredulously, Ryan asked, “I am grappling with what?”

“Clouds of possibilities,” Dylan repeated as if that said it all. At Ryan’s confused look, he cleared his throat and explained, “Like, if you zoom in on the stuff that we’re made of at an atomic level, we're just clouds of possibilities. And, you know, some people posit that this means that every decision we make is creating a new physical reality for ourselves.” He briefly nodded at Ryan. “You're trying to figure out other physical realities.“

Ryan laughed humorlessly.

“Oh, so you mean my decision to pull the trigger created the physical reality of Chris’s dead body?” he snarled, clenching his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palm so firmly it hurt.

Dylan looked him over, an unhappy smile twisting his lips.

“You know it wasn’t your fault, right?” he whispered, reaching out to take Ryan's hand. But something in Ryan's expression stopped him, his hand awkwardly hovering between them for a moment before he pulled it back.

“No?” Anger rose in Ryan’s chest, but he welcomed the hot, burning wave. It was so much better than the crushing guilt turning his stomach into a painful knot. “I’m pretty sure it was me who pulled the trigger. Or who didn't listen to his advice to stay indoors.”

“Oh, so you really want to play the blame game?” Dylan sounded upset now, too. Ryan hadn’t known he could even sound like that. “Fine, let’s start with Laura and Max, who had no business coming here one night early,” Dylan began to enumerate. “Or better yet, start even earlier. Who the fuck runs a children’s summer camp when they’re in danger of mauling everyone?”

“Don’t talk about Chris like that!” Ryan retorted heatedly. The realization Chris could have misjudged the situation so disastrously, recklessly endangering every single one of them hurt even more than bearing all the guilt himself. It would mean questioning everything he had modeled himself after, admitting that he’d been looking up to someone that irresponsible.

They fell silent, staring each other down. Finally, Dylan sighed and averted his gaze.

“Look, I know he was important to you,” he conceded, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. “But his decisions created a physical reality, too. They led to you standing in front of a fucking werewolf without any alternatives left. It wasn’t him you shot.”

“He wasn’t himself for like eight hours,” Ryan asserted desperately. “But the rest of the time he definitely was. That must count for something.” He had told himself that over and over in the last few hours, trying to process his feelings of betrayal and desperate disappointment.

“You’re right. It does,” Dylan agreed. “And that’s why he would’ve never wanted you killed. He thought highly of you.”

Ryan didn’t reply to that, his throat tight with emotion. He blinked, trying to hold off the tears stinging his eyes. Glancing away, he hoped–probably in vain–that Dylan wouldn’t notice.

“Oh, and of course you could also blame me for suggesting the party,” Dylan added after a few moments as if it were an afterthought. ”Which you don’t because you just like me too much.”

Ryan couldn’t help it. He laughed, and although it sounded choked, it lifted some pressure from his chest. He stealthily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Dylan was tactful enough to look away.

“You know, I think it’s not just one thing that determines what a person is,” Dylan said after a few moments of silence. “You also created this physical reality.”

He raised his left hand, wiggling the fingers before Ryan's eyes.

“For which I am very grateful, by the way. I have to admit the moment I turned I cursed you for not listening to me, but you did the right thing.”

Ryan snorted. “Well, obviously you weren't making any sense in that hut. I mean, a swarm of bears , come on.“ Ryan shook his head. “But then you really freaked out.”

Dylan crossed his arms in front of his chest, feigning deep indignation. “Hey, at least I got us out in one piece.“

Ryan gave him an appraising look that made Dylan raise his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay, I got us out, and you made sure it was in one piece.” After a short pause, Dylan admitted, “It was unfair to ask you to cut it off in the first place.”

For a moment Ryan believed Dylan wanted to apologize for pressuring him into mutilating him, but the suggestive grin on Dylan’s face should have told him otherwise. 

“You’ve probably spent the last two months fantasizing about what these hands could do to your body. Would be a shame to be one hand short, don’t you think?”

“I did not …,” Ryan started, but remembered just in time that his indignation and annoyance was exactly what Dylan was going for. So he just mumbled, “Oh my god, you're the worst.” 

Judging by the huge grin on his face, Dylan took it as the compliment it wasn't supposed to be.

The truth was that Ryan indeed had some ... thoughts, but they rather revolved around his hands on Dylan’s body , not the other way around. Being touched sometimes overwhelmed him, and he felt more confident imagining initiating contact, going as far as he felt comfortable, without any expectations or pressure. He wasn't sure whether that matched Dylan’s approach, his suggestive and teasing flirtations spoke volumes after all. But the thought of initiating contact, of controlling the pace and intensity, gave him a sense of security that he rarely felt.

Apparently, Dylan could feel him thinking, because he asked, “Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“Yes,” Ryan admitted, shrugging. “But not in a bad way. More in a oh my god how can someone be so annoying and yet so alluring kind of way.”

Dylan blinked and failed to provide a smartass answer, surprising Ryan with how easy it was to unsettle him. A satisfying sight, seeing Dylan so flustered, considering how often he had succeeded in rendering Ryan speechless over the last two months. With his semi-honest flirtations and jokes, Dylan constantly asked for confirmation and appreciation but didn't seem to know what to do with it once he received what he was asking for. As if he didn’t expect someone could actually like him back , Ryan thought, a sudden urge to reach out and take Dylan’s hand rising in his chest.

Dylan cleared his throat and hastily changed the topic. To Ryan, it suspiciously felt like flight. 

“Um … Come on, they want to take us in for questioning,” he mumbled, and gestured toward the driveway where several police cars were parked in a row

Dylan got up, patting the back of his jeans to dust them off before turning to Ryan. Ryan reached out for Dylan's hand, silently asking him to help him up. When Dylan complied, he pulled too enthusiastically, or maybe Ryan had too much momentum, inevitably drawn in by the stability and warmth Dylan’s body promised. 

They ended up close to each other, Ryan's body only inches from Dylan's, their eyes locked. Taking a deep breath, Dylan wrapped his arms around Ryan, and pulled him close, his fingers drawing soothing patterns on Ryan’s back. Ryan rested his chin on Dylan's shoulder, closing his eyes. He was uncomfortably aware of how dirty his clothes were and that he must reek, but Dylan didn’t seem to mind. The warmth of Dylan's body seeped through the several layers of clothing between them, a comforting heat that slowly chased away the coldness that had lodged itself deep in Ryan’s core. For the first time since he had heard Abi’s scream in the forest, Ryan felt calm and safe.

After a few moments, Dylan relaxed his embrace. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I shouldn’t have presumed ...”

“No, don’t,” Ryan choked out when he felt Dylan withdraw, wrapping his arms around him to keep him close, clasping the soft fabric of his shirt between his hands. Ryan pressed closer, savoring the steady rhythm of Dylan’s heartbeat against his chest. Inhaling shakily, Dylan moved his hand upward to the back of Ryan’s neck, stroking the tender skin soothingly, his fingers gently brushing Ryan’s hairline. The touch grounded Ryan, and he pressed his face into Dylan’s shirt, the scent of soap and faint traces of something uniquely Dylan filled his senses, anchoring him in the present. 

Ryan lost track of how long they stood there. His heart pounded heavily against his ribs, each beat reminding him that he was still here, still alive. The warmth of Dylan’s breath against his ear, and the gentle pressure of his arms created a feeling of safety, of not being alone. Ryan let the sensations wash over him, shutting out the world around him.

A loud honk told them it was time for them to return. They parted reluctantly, cautiously smiling at each other, saying nothing. Even Dylan seemed at a loss for words, the expression on his face a mixture of genuine surprise and happiness.

As they made their way to the police cars waiting for them, Ryan took Dylan’s hand, hoping that this time, the physical reality he created with his decision was a much happier one.

[aliengirl99]

Fic of the week

I'll be recommending one of my favorite fanfics once or twice a week. This week's is;

This one is one of my favorite Quarry fics. Lots of dylan and ryan, the counselors still have werewolf abilities!

As always, remember to read the tags yourself. Enjoy!

[ciucalata]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Quarry (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Ryan Erzahler, Dylan Lenivy, Kaitlyn Ka, Abigail Blyg, Nick Furcillo, Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett, Jacob Custos, Emma Mountebank, Kaylee Hackett, Caleb Hackett, Chris Hackett Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Loop, with a twist :), Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Major character death - Freeform, but those aren’t permanent so don’t worry, Minor Character Death, some of these will be permanent i’m afraid, Ryan Erzahler Loves Dylan Lenivy, Dylan Lenivy Loves Ryan Erzahler, POV Ryan Erzahler, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we die like Kaylee Hackett, :) Series: Part 1 of where we’d end at the end of it Summary:

There’s something weird about Dylan. Well, weirder than usual.

 or: Ryan’s last night at his favorite summer camp soon turns into a horror movie, yet he can’t stop thinking about Dylan. There’s something in the back of his mind that tells him that something is wrong. That Dylan isn’t acting like himself. That even for someone as unpredictable as Dylan, he isn’t following the script like he’s supposed to. It concerns him more than the monsters who are hunting them, but will he have enough time to realize what’s happening to Dylan before it’s too late?

[hedwig123]

LOOK WHO FINALLY UPDATED HER MAIN TQ SERIES

[conspicuous-mending]

When in Hackett's Quarry . . .

Kaitlyn Ka is alone in the woods, stalked by an armed killer. What would she do if she found this?

Find out in Return to The Quarry, available for read on Wattpad and Archive of our Own