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ladyofwinterfellxx · 2 years

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hiii!!! can you plspls write something fluffy w a gn reader for dylan lenivy? it can be any plot you want, just pls make it fluffy!!! ty !! <3

Scraped knees and lollipops

Pairings: Dylan Lenivy x GN!reader

Word count: 955

Request: Yes | No

Series name: The Quarry

Genre: Fluff, confession, pre-in game events

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of wounds

Synopsis: Dylan’s scrapped knees and palms result in a confession. (the time is set a month into summer camp, reader works in the nurse station as camp nurse.)

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Authors note: Dylan is such a baby I love him sm. I hope this is okay, I thought it was pretty cute but idk if Dylan seems ooc or not, I tried my best though. I didn't really know how to end it lol

Working as The camp nurse could be boring sometimes, but it kept you pretty busy most of the time. From scraped knees from falling on hikes, bruised elbows, and even a broken finger once, the kids certainly kept you busy. But no one kept you busier than the camp announcer, Dylan Lenivy. Dylan came to you with every bruise, scratch, or bump that he received, whining about how “you always fix it the best.”. Not that you’d ever complain though, you secretly enjoyed him coming to you, that just meant more time with the man you’ve had a crush on all summer. Little did you know he liked you too.

You were putting away the new pack of gauze bandages Mr. Hackett had brought you when he came in, the bell above the door chiming as he sauntered in. You heard a faint wince as the door shut.

“Y/nnnnn,” he whined as he dragged his feet dramatically against the floor, making his way over to you. You chuckled as you set the bandage in your hand on the table in front of you, turning to face the boy.

“And what did you do this time, hm?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the pout adoring his face.

“I may have tripped on the hike?” he smiled bashfully, raising his hands reveal his scraped palms. You sigh and shake your head as you notice his equally scraped knees.

“What am I ever going to do with you Dylan, I’m gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap if you keep hurting yourself,” you say, voice laced with humor. He chuckles shyly, raising his arms in a shrug.

“Have a seat, clumsy” you turn to the counter and begin digging out the supplies you needed as Dylan sat on the all too familiar chair, silently watching as you walked over with the kit.

“Hey at least I have the coolest nurse to help me, I’d he helpless without you” he snarks, meeting your e/c eyes.

“Helpless is right, your gonna be a wreak once summers over” you smile, gently taking his hands in yours as you look over the damage. He hisses softly as you press on a particularly tender spot.

“alright, hands don’t look too bad, you know the drill by now” you mutter, reaching over for the peroxide, gently pouring some on a pad. ”This is gonna sting, I know.” he says cheekily, wincing as you place the pad onto his right palm.

After repeating the process on his other hand, you gently wrapped them with a bandage. You grab a fresh pad along with a pair of tweezers before kneeling, gently coaxing his leg to extend with a hand on his calf.

“This parts probably gonna suck a bit, just hold still.” you say as you bring the tweezers up, gently pulling a stuck rock off the wound. He gently bit his tongue, squirming in his seat slightly.

“You’ve gotta stay still sweetheart or I’m gonna poke ya, that’ll just suck more,” you say, running a soothing hand up his forearm. His cheeks go red at the nickname.

“But it stiiings” he huffs, pouting and crossing his arms dramatically while pulling his leg away, causing you to chuckle.

“tell ya what, if you be good and sit still so I can get this done faster, I’ll give you a lollipop, sound good? you cooe mockingly, feeding into his childish antics. He smiles bashfully as he extends his leg back to you.

“Fineee, I susppose that’ll due” he sighs sarcastically before giggling at himself.

“Aaand done, see that wasn’t so bad was it?” you cooe, standing and putting bandages and peroxide in the medical kit before closing the lid.

“No, it never is with you”, he mutters, smiling shyly as you bring over the mug filled with lollipops.

“You got lucky, I just refilled it so you have first dibs” He takes a blue one from the mug and took the wrapper off before looking up at you, his doe brown eyes adorning a loving look.

“Thank you y/n” he purrs, popping the lolli into his mouth.

“No worries.” you reply, setting the mug down before taking the kit and putting it back on it’s shelf.

“I mean it though, I appreciate you putting up with me.” he says, chuckling slightly.

“It’s no problem Dylan, really. I like when you come to see me.” you lean on the counter, scanning his face for a reaction.

“Really?” he asks, eyes widening slightly.

“Yea, I uh- I really like you Dylan..” you mutter bashfully, looking down at the floor. you look up when you hear him sigh seemingly with relief.

“I really like you too y/n,” he smiles, standing from the chair. “shit I can’t believe you beat me to confessing” he huffs defeatedly. You giggle as he wraps his arms around you in a hug. ”It’s alright, some of us are slower then others” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I take it back I no longer like you” he snarks sarcastically, ruffling your hair gently.

“oh no! how could I ever win back your love Mr. Lenivy!” you gasp, playfully putting your hand over your heart.

“Nope the damage has been done, your too much of a butthead to win back my love” his hand shoots to his forehead dramatically as he gently pushes you away. You meet eyes, causing each other to break out in a fit of giggles.

He smiles before pulling you back in a hug, kissing your temple

The extensive use of medical supplies on him was definitely worth it.

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matsbarzal · 3 years

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hey!! i love your writing and all the blurbs from your august prompts!! if it’s not taken yet could you do #9 from the angst list with kirby dach? :) could you maybe make it gender neutral if you could? i loved how you did the one with barzy as a gender neutral reader!!

angst #9. "i know it hurts, just let me help."

pairing: kirby dach x gn!reader word count: 1.2k warning: mentions of anxiety, depression is alluded to

Everyone always said things would get easier, that the feeling of dread and despair would go away. That the anxiety wouldn’t bubble up every day, and that you wouldn’t sit by your phone waiting for bad news to come through. Everyone said the techniques the doctor implemented and utilized would work, that the coping strategies would be useful, and you wouldn’t have to worry if you were diligent with them.

It wasn’t that you weren’t diligent. You practiced grounding techniques regularly, your mind focusing on the big five senses as you tried to calm yourself down. You did everything you could to maintain the anxiety, to maintain the worry and the constant spit of dread and negative thoughts that circulated your head.

Regardless of what people said, you still found yourself curled up in bed, the lights down low and the television blank as you curled yourself around a pillow. The text messages appearing on your screen went unanswered as you disregarded the sound of the buzzing, the time flying by as you lost track of it, the hours blending into each other as reality morphed into imaginability, and what was real couldn’t be differed from imaginary.

Bad days were inevitable, you knew that they happened so often you knew that they were inevitable. They came about more when Kirby was gone, the normal routine habits you practiced when he was home disregarded when he was on the road.

You didn’t even realize the streaks of liquid on your cheeks, or the grumble of your stomach, or the ache of your muscles, your body begging you to move, begging you to get out of bed. You just… couldn’t.

This bad day… wasn’t just a bad day. It had started as a bad week, the start of the week just as catastrophic as the end, and nothing had gone the way you wanted it to. It was one thing after the other, one more thing to drag you down, one more thing to push you into the well that Kirby and you had pulled yourself out of.

You barely acknowledged your phone as you heard the incessant buzzing, the sound so irritating you had to grab it, Kirby’s name flying across the screen as it asked whether or not you wanted to pick up. Pressing the accept button, you quickly put it on speaker and placed your head back on the pillow below.

“Hello?” the words mumbled out; a sigh of relief heard on the other end of the phone.

“Jesus, Y/N. I’ve been texting you all day, you haven’t answered anything. I was starting to get worried.”

Prepared to shrug your shoulders in response, you realized he wouldn’t be able to see it. “I’m fine, Kirb. Just been sleeping.”

“Is that Y/N? Let me say hi to them, Kirb… come on man, give us your phone,” you didn’t even feel the joy you usually did when Dylan and Adam tried to pull Kirby’s phone from his grip, a smile not even crossing your face.

“Get lost, fuckers. I’m trying to talk to them, go call your own partners or something… or do anything that doesn’t involve bothering me.”

You could hear the two boys mocking him through the phone, their voices lowering the further your boyfriend got from his teammates.

“You’ve just been sleeping huh? It’s almost 8pm, love. Have you even eaten anything today?” Kirby’s voice lowered, his worries evident in the way his tone softened, and his words became more pleading, more concerned.

“Haven’t been hungry, so no.”

A small groan fell from Kirby’s lips at your words. “You can’t just not eat, Y/N. We’ve talked about this. Even just a few snack things, my granola bars are still in your cupboard. Or even some pasta. I can UberEat’s you some food?”

“I’m fine, Kirby. I’m not hungry.”

A harsh laugh fell from Kirby’s end of the phone, “You’re not fine. You don’t spend all day in bed, not eat and not answer any of my texts when you’re fine.”

Pulling the comforter tighter around your body, you pressed your body flush against your body pillow as his words circulated throughout your head.

“I’m fine, I’ll be fine. Can I let you go; I want to go back to sleep? My body hurts, my head hurts, I’m exhausted, and I just want to sleep,” practically whimpering out the end of the sentence, you could feel your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to keep the tears at bay. You could feel your hands itching to rub against each other, your thumbs aching to push any movement to deter the thoughts running through your head.

Kirby’s going to get fed up with this. I’m too much for him, too much when I’m like this. I can’t deal with this right now. Not right now, not ever. He’s going to get fed up and leave, just like they all do, he doesn’t care enough for this.

“Y/N…”

“I’ll see you when you get home, Kirb. Have a safe slight.”

The hours passed by in a blur, sleep invading and evading your mind throughout the time, your mind shifting in and out of coherency. You barely even registered the bedroom door open, the light from the hallway flickering in and illuminating the front of the room.

You knew you probably looked like a mess, the clothes you had been wearing since last night still adorning your body, the sheets all rumbled, the room dark except for the television screen that had the ‘Are You Still Watching’ screen that had been present for hours. It looked like you hadn’t left your bed in days, and if Kirby were to guess that… you wouldn’t even be able to deny it.

“Yeah, yeah. Just got home, dad. Can I give you a call tomorrow? Yeah, Y/N’s home, just gonna watch a few shows with them and go to sleep, I promise I’ll call tomorrow. Yeah, yeah. Love you too, okay, bye. Yup, tell mom I said hey, okay.”

Dropping his phone on top of his travel bag, Kirby took in the room surrounding him, a small sigh crossing his lips when his eyes fell on you, your body still curled under the covers and wrapped around the pillow. Tugging off his suit jacket and pants, he crawled into bed, his back pressing against the headboard behind him.

“Y/N… I know it’s hard, and I know it hurts. Just let me help. That’s what I’m here for, please stop shutting me out, I love you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, please let me help.”

You could feel the onslaught of tears almost immediately, your body curling in Kirby’s direction as you tried to keep your composure from completely breaking.

“This week has just been… so terrible,” you whimpered out the words, Kirby’s hand pressing against your back as you sniffled, your hands going out to clutch to his body, a sense of comfort falling through your mind when you felt his warmth pressed into you.

“I know, love. I know. It’s okay, let it out. I’m here, I’m here to help, it’s okay. It’s okay, let it out.”

His lips pressed to the crown of your head, your breathing shallow as you tried to get a grasp of the air leaving your lips. Everything from the week was finally crashing down around you, the sobs bubbling up in your throat, Kirby’s hand rubbing soothing circles into your back as the tears fell down your cheeks.

“I’m here, okay? I’m always here. We’ll work through this together, I promise. I’m sorry you had such an awful week, I’m here to help. I love you.”

note: ah thank you so much for requesting <3 im so happy to hear you loved the barzy one, so i hope you love this one just as much!

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