#the quarry nick imagine

[ghostradiodylan]

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

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

[anna1306]

Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!

It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢

Devour you

Nick Furcillo x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness

There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.

The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.

So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.

And then... The chaos ensued.

You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.

"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."

"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.

"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."

"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.

Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.

"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.

"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."

"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.

"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.

"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.

"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?

"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.

"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."

"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.

"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.

"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.

"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.

"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.

"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.

"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.

Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.

"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."

"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.

You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.

"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.

"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.

"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."

"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.

"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.

"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."

"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.

You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.

No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.

Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.

"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.

"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.

Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.

"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.

You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.

"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.

"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.

"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."

"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.

"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.

"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."

"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.

"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.

When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.

Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where you and nick deal with the first full moon since getting back together. (request-ish)

Warnings: pre-transformation nick, swearing, nick being slightly aggressive, post-transformation nick, blood, mentions of blood, kissing, mentions of trauma

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1 | Part 2

Tonight was the night. 

  The moon was full and it taunted you from your spot by the window. Nick grunted from behind you, his body having another random burst of twitches as he fell to his knees. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he muttered, each intake of air audible. 

  You nod, nervousness creeping into you as you turn to face him. “Let’s go, then,”

  “You don’t have to go with me,” Nick says and he keeps a good amount of space between the two of you as you begin the walk into the forest behind your apartment complex. “You know that, right?”

  “I want to,” you simply say, not looking back at him as you walk ahead. You walk in silence for a few seconds before you glance back at him. “How are you doing?”

  Nick growled slightly. “How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Your heart stung at his harsh words, but you knew he didn’t mean it. He had barely any control over himself right now and you knew that. It was unfair for you to get hurt over words he didn’t mean. “Sorry.” He muttered afterwards.

  You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay,” 

  After that, you reach three massive rocks. Nick stumbles over to it, easily moving the one in front to the side. Behind the rock, there was a deep crevice with a small opening. You and Nick look at it for a few seconds before he turns to you. “Are you ready?” 

  You nod, walking over to him. Your hands grip his wrists, tightening the large cuffs around them. It held his hands together tightly, so when he shifted, they would still be locked and he wouldn’t be able to move them.

  “Tighter,” he mumbled, wincing slightly when you pushed them as tight as they could go. He looks at them and tries to pull his hands free to no avail. “You should go back home.”

  Shaking your head, you reach up to grip the sides of his face and kiss him. He melts into you the second your lips connect and already he could feel his rapid heartbeat slow down. You pull away, touching your forehead to his briefly before mumbling, “Come on,”

  Stepping away from him, you watch as he gives you a conflicted look before he backs away and disappears between the rocks. You follow him shortly after, finding him crouching down in front of the chains on the ground. 

  You clasp the chains around his ankles without saying a word, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. “There. Done,” you say quietly, looking up at him and into his now glowing eyes. They didn’t scare you like they did the first time or surprise you. They were part of him now, and if he could live with them, so could you. “It’s time.”

  He gets up and waits until you’re safely standing back outside before placing his palms on the rock. It was a struggle with his bound hands, but he was the only one who had the strength to move it. “You should get some sleep,”

  “You know I won’t be able to,”

  “Yeah, I know,” he mutters. “At least try to. For me.”

  “Okay,” you nod, leaning back in and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

  This time he nods and begins to move the rock back to cover the crevice. 

  “I love you,”

  “I love you,” he says back before the rock separates the two of you completely.

  Nick waits until he can hear your footsteps fade before he takes the chain and connects it to the one at the far side of the crevice, as far away from the entrance as possible. After that’s done, he was left to wait for his body to inevitably betray itself and rip itself into something inhuman.

-

You were right. 

  You didn’t sleep at all. No matter how long you closed your eyes for, your body wouldn’t rest as your thoughts became consumed by Nick. 

  Was he okay? Did any of the chains break? Was he able to get free and is out looking for you in werewolf form?

  Yes, no and no, are the answers, as slowly but surely, the sun had begun rising with no sign of your werewolf boyfriend. 

  As soon as dawn fell upon you, you quietly left the apartment, not wanting to wake up Jacob as you went to retrieve Nick. 

 With a key in one hand and some of Nick’s clothes in the other, you reach the enclosure, seeing that the rock was moved to the side already, meaning that Nick was back to normal and waiting for you.

  Since the sun was out, you were able to see a lot better when you entered the crevice. You found Nick sitting at the far end, his legs pressed to his chest and his clothes torn. 

  You crouch down next to him, handing him the clothing as you inspect the chains. There were scratch marks on them, and more on his cuffs, but they were still intact. Unlocking the chains, you slip the key into your pocket as he changes his clothes. 

  A few minutes pass, with both of you still sitting next to each other in silence. 

  Nick holds the torn clothing in his hands, his eyes fixated on the many rips and blood spots that littered the fabrics. “You know,” he says quietly, his voice scratchy, most likely from him howling all night. “Every time I turn into that….that thing….all I can remember is that first night. When I hurt you. When I became something so far from myself that even I couldn’t recognise what I was….it’s all I can think about.”

  You shake your head and wrap your arm around his shoulder, feeling his tense shoulders relax at your touch. “You can’t let it take over you like that,” you tell him. “It wasn’t your fault. You’ve felt guilty about that night for too long when it was completely out of your control. It wasn’t your fault.”

  Nick looks up at you with tired eyes and your heart nearly breaks at the sight. 

  “Come here,” you mumbled and wrap your other arm around him when he falls into you, his head resting against your chest while his arms wrap around your waist. “It’ll get easier.”

  “How do you know?” He asked quietly, his body finally relaxing for the first time in nearly twenty four hours.

  “I don’t know,” you say, just as quiet, running your fingers through his hair. “But I don’t think I could handle it knowing that you think about that night every time you turn. It hurts my heart to think about you being alone with those thoughts.”

  “It helps to think about our good moments,” he says. “Before I turned, I thought about the night I got you back.”

  You smiled at that, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere,” you mumble. “You know that?”

  Nick nodded, sitting up so he could face you. “I can’t apologise enough for what I did to you,” he said, taking your hand in his and making you close your mouth when you opened it to respond. “But I want you to know how grateful I am for you and everything you are. I love you more than anything and I can’t thank you enough for giving us a second chance….for giving me a second chance. That’s what makes this whole thing bearable. That’s what makes it okay.”

  You keep your eyes locked on him, the entire time, a small smile on your lips that grew with each second that passed. 

  “As long as I have you in my life, I’m okay with turning into this thing every month,” he reached up to caress your face. “It’s not so bad when I know what I’m waking up to.”

  When he was finished, you leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, pressing multiple kisses to his neck and then a final one to his lips. “I love you,” you say, brushing his hair out of his face. “And you are, by far, the strongest man I’ve ever met. And you’re mine.”

You kiss him once more before standing up, extending your hands out to him.

“Come on,” you say after he takes them and stands up. “I’m taking you out to breakfast in celebration of another full moon being completed.”

  Nick had turned into a werewolf a total of three times so far, once at camp, once the month when you weren’t together, and once last night. You didn’t know what he did during the full moon when you were on a break, but you also didn’t want to ask in case it brought back bad memories. 

  You had simply asked if he knew of any places he’d be safe in for the night, and he showed you the rock enclosure. You could only assume that’s where he went last time.

  “I’d rather eat you,” he said and your face heated up as you exited the enclosure. If he had said that last night, you would’ve been nervous, but since he was back to his regular self, you weren’t the slightest bit scared. Now it just turned you on, however concerning that might sound.

  “Nick,” you warned him, smacking his arm gently as he laughed, taking your hand in his. “You just ruined the moment.”

  “My bad,” he smirked, the sadness from the night before quickly leaving his system. “It was getting too romantic for a guy who just turned back into his human self.”

  You rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” you say. “Keep this up and you’ll be the one taking me out to breakfast.”

[vamprnce]

Won't you promise me you'll be the one

My silver bullet in the gun

yayaya part 3 of the tq western au is done!! 🌕💕 here we have Laura and Max, I imagine them as "Partners in Crime", two outlaws who are a couple and run w each other causing havoc and robberies as they go ✨

Laura's the main baddie and gunslinger for jobs, she's tough and intimidating (don't call her ma'am if you don't wanna get shot) Max is like the goofy partner that's always a long for the ride 🤭 in the lore I believe they weren't in a gang beforehand but ran across the Hacketts crew one day while on a job and eventually the two decided to join up w them

[embraceyourdestiny]

Bro Ryan can shoot nick AND Jacob in the bushes. Bro is failing gun safety and hates the other yaoi ship gawtdamn

[fearfics]

i’ve changed my mind if anyone has any the quarry requests/thoughts, my ears are open.

- i dont really do smut maybe a little steamy it depends on the thoughts that have been thunk

- gender neutral reader/fem reader

max and abi are my favs <3

other than that i’m fine but if i’m not comfortable with the request i probably won’t answer >_<

[herowithbadpublicity]

People keep talking about how Nick is problematic especially with the werewolf shit he does and I’m like, that’s fine with me? He’s got flaws and it’s interesting to tease out these darker qualities he has — it adds to his complexity as a character. Sure, maybe he’s a toxic “nice guy” underneath it all, but there’s also the insecurity under this and the evidence of self doubt given how he admits to following others. It’s not black or white either. I prefer my characters with flaws, even problematic ones. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[kykybunny1]

literally whaaaaat the fuck

[montysstuffs]

So I think I’m done with the quarry fandom. I know I have requests, but im not sure if im gonna fulfill them. I’ve been getting comments like these quite a bit and it’s very annoying. I don’t write for money, I write because it’s fun. But it’s not fun anymore, now is it?

I literally just write porn. Someone requests something, I write. I understand that canonically, Dylan is gay. Im not taking that away from him. I can write from all perspectives. Male, female, Gender Neutral, you name it. But am I missing something? This is a fictional character, no? And I just write porn. It’s not that deep to me. I don’t mean to sound like an ignorant cis -fem, because I understand that there are little to no fics about male readers. I try being inclusive and giving what the person requested. So I don’t think I’ll be participating in the fandom anymore. I literally just write smut. I’m not here to strip a character away from who they are. You can have him. I’m really trying not to sound aggressive right now, but I get comments like these quite often.

Edit: and don’t get me wrong, I understand what it’s like to be a part of a marginalized community. I’m black and can never find fics without it saying “oh her long flowing raven hair” or “her rosy blushing cheeks.” I’m also fat, which us people get no love. Know how often I see “her long, slender fingers” or “he picks her up and places her on the table” or some shit like that? Too much. So I get it, representation is important. But if someone writes for a character and reader has euro-centric descriptions, I’m not gonna be like “this character would never date a (insert race) person.” Or “hey they don’t like big people.”

[intoguyswayhotterthanme]

just played the quarry and I will need more Nick furcillo imagines cause i am in love cause shit i might need to write one 😏

[fartquen12]

THE QUARRY Gamer!Poop!Nick x Real! Nopoop!Fem! Reader

Trigger warnings: unhealthy realationships..., nick beinf a yandere, poop,dookie,y/n being normal(yes this was really hard for me.., gaymers.(nominikylesallowed nominiravisallowed)

THE GAMER CHAIR...

It was 5:50 pm and you were at camp. It was the last week of camp infact. You wanted to do something special with your boyfriend so you decided to go swimming with him, you ran into his room! “Nick!!!!! Can we pleaseeeee go swimming?” you said as you looked at him with puppy eyes. “yeah sure whatever.” the aussie said. you could tell he wasnt really paying attention..BUT he said yes so you ran to the pool house and got towels. you found your bathing suit and his. When you walked back in he wasnt on his bed and instead he was on the xbox. you frowned as you saw him comfortably sitting on his red and green neon gaming chair controller in hand playing doors on roblox. He was on door 32 in some long ass hallway. “babe-”

“SHUTUP!!” 

You flinched when he yelled because he was never mad. You didnt understand this. As you peeked at the screen you saw him running with intense music. since you thought this was stupid and he promised to go with you... you clicked the shining white xbox logo button. He dropped the controller and stared at you with dark angry pupils. what you never understood was the fact that it was only after some strange animal in the woods attacked him that he started being mean and playing roblox. You thought it was a coping mechanisim. Your thoughts were interupted when he grabbed your wrist harshly and screamed in your face. 

“FUCK YOU WHORE GET OUT NOW BEFORE I TURN INTO DOORS SCREECH!!!”

He yelled as he hit your arm. You cried and ran as fast as you could out of there. 

*20 mins later*

you were sitting in the halls when you felt a tap on your shoulder when you glanced over you saw your sad looking boyfriend. You frowned at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry. Im so sorry okay? I didnt mean to I dont know wha- please just come play doors with me.” 

“no” you argued

“then just watch.. i just want to be around you again.”

While thinking of your next move you saw how sad he was. so you nodded our head and he brought you to his room and sat you down on his bed as he skipped over to his gaming chair. you petted his cat “cupcake” as you stared at his window. His cat showed loads of affection towards you even more than she showed nick which always made you giggle. You stopped petting the cat when you saw nick die and go back to the lobby. he stood up and walked over to the corner of the room and stood over a litter box. 

“nick? What are you doin-”

he pulled out his pp and started pissing!!!

“AHHH DUDE WTF STOP THAT SHIT!!!” You yelled as you slapped your hands over your eyes. shortly after he stopped peeing and pulled up his pants sitting back down in his gaming chair. “NICK WTF MAN WHYD YOU DO THAT!” you yelled. “WHAT??? I didnt wanna go to the bathroom and leave my game.” He said. “dude. theres something seriously wrong with you.” you hesitantly said to him. he ignored you and kept playing. you tried to calm down and just enjoy the purring kitty sleeping with you.

 *30 minutes later* you were on your phone and nick was STILL on that game. you heard him start grunting you glanced over and assumed he was mad at the game. You kept watching youtube videos about tickle tipson. You pasued your video when you heard louder grunting. you watched him closely when all of the sudden the grunting.. stopped. thats when you saw something brown dripping down his leg and a stinky smell. “Nick... dude. did you just poop your pants.” 

“mhm didn’ wann’ get up.” he said casually. You screeched a loud screech and ran out and down the halls when you fell into dylan. “Y/n? Whats wrong!?” he said with a concerned tone. You went from scared to burting out into laughter “What?” dylan said while smiling “DUDE DYLAN. NICK SHIT HIS PANTS AND HE PISSED IN THE CATS LITTER BOX BECAUSE HE DINT WANT TO GET UP FROM ROBLOX DOORS!” YOu said dying from laughter.”WHAT SERIOUSLY!” dylan said.

You nodded and dylan ran to the room and started screaming at nick to wash his poopy butt. After 30 minutes of yelling he finally head to the shower. you took his clothes for him and started putting away old laundry in your room. THAT IS WHEN> AND I AM NOT SHITTING YOU THE GUY ON THE RINGE SPORTS TV CHANNEL WAS SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT ”letting it rip...”

you shut that shit off faster than you shut your moms coffin. 

moral of the story. Do not let your boyfriend play roblox doors.

[lemeonsharrk]

This was so well written!

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.

Keep reading

[vamprnce]

been thinking abt immune Abi a lot lately, girl never gets turned or anything even if she does get attacked so I feel like she should deserve a cool buff

she gets bit and... she never turns the rest of the night despite seeing ppl turn and learning more abt the werewolves, I can imagine her slowly over time start to panic abt the situation as she piece the situation together (also she'll still have a bite mark that doesn't heal since she's not actually infected)

[an-awarewolf]

What careers I think the counselors pursued after the quarry.

Most of these are based off the jobs they worked at camp.

Laura - Easy. Veterinary medicine. Specifically I think she’d be more comfortable working at a zoo or a wildlife reserve with tigers or bears (real bears) instead of putting animals down all day.

Max - after not getting accepted into whatever college Laura did, he decided not to pursue college. Or maybe he did, and just took online courses instead so he wouldn’t have to be away from Laura. Either way, he ends up becoming a mechanic.

Jacob - I’m honestly not sure, but he definitely has a sports scholarship. I’m not sure he knew himself what exact career he wanted to pursue during the events of the game, but I could see him becoming a physical therapist or a personal trainer. Maybe both.

Kaitlyn - Gets a degree in business and runs her own. Not sure what type of business, but boy is she running it. She starts small but definitely climbs the latter and becomes a rather impressive business woman (KAITLYN IN A SUIT KAITLYN IN A SUIT)

Ryan - He does end up going to animation school, but halfway through one of his grandparents gets really sick and passed. The other dies of a broken heart less than a year afterwards, so he’s forced to drop out to provide for Sarah. He ends up moving the both of them in with Dylan eventually so can get by. Luckily a small indie studio hires him despite not having a degree and he’s able to make ends meet.

Nick - Culinary arts. My only reference for this is the fact that he works in the kitchen at camp. But it’s fitting. I’d imagine he’d the type of person who can make a really impressive meal out of seemingly nothing. Yelling for runners is also a pretty good way to purge those anger issues of his.

Dylan - Quantum Physics, obviously. I could definitely see him using science theories to try and explain the whole werewolf incident. Eventually I think he’d end up working at a research center trying to figure out nuclear fission. He ends up becoming the breadwinner between him and Ryan.

Abi - She went to art school and dropped out because she didn’t agree with what she was being taught. She ends up doing commissions online with the help of Emma for publicity, eventually she also ends up working with Ryan at the indie studio as a character design artist.

Emma - You can’t tell me this diva isn’t going into theatre. Her dream role is Regina George. She also keeps up her online presence, but goes on hiatus for a bit during college. Ends up as a VA in one of Indie Animation Company ™’s projects and gives them a boost in popularity.

[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

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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."

[ghostradiodylan]

Okay but imagine everyone survives infected somehow and then you’ve got TWO cycles to worry about. (Unless you subscribe to the theory that bloodsploding also purges you of having to have a period, which would be super convenient tbh.) Werewolves with PMS would be a real bitch to contend with.