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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (6/6)

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Ryan blinked, still taking everything. “Is… everyone else… alive?”

“I don’t know… How are you feeling?” I suddenly asked, pressing my hand to his forehead.

He almost flinched, as though afraid of himself. However, he felt fine, much to my glee. He still had a firm frown on his face, dark, chocolate orbs swarming with discontent. He leaned into my hand though, and feeling less on edge, brought it down to his cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

We stared at each other for a while, taking comfort in both of us being alive. I heard distant gunshots, but that didn’t matter right now. Hell, as long as Ryan was safe, all the death and destruction was worth it to me. I withdrew my hand, eyes scanning his chest as the embarrassing realization dawned on me once more.

“So… about those showers…”

About a half an hour later, I was wrapped up in several towels and Ryan had done the same. We were sitting next to each other on the shower room bench, completely traumatized from the things I had experienced and he hadn’t. It was quiet, and silence had fallen over the entire camp. I couldn’t help but wonder if we should go back to the lodge, despite our questionable appearances.

We were both leaning, our upper bodies perched on our elbows. I was worried the towel could fallout any moment. I wondered if Dylan or Nick or Abby or… Kaitlyn had the car keys. Regardless, though, when Ryan’s hand shyly drifted onto my lap, I placed mine on top of his.

It was on my exposed knee. He wasn’t burning up like before, and yet, his skin was still warm and comforting. I missed when his fingers were long, spindly, and dry. It was nice to for things to have a semblance of normality. If you forgot about everything that happened and instead thought about the moment —

No, you’d think we fucked in the shower stalls. That’s still not normal. Never mind.

I laughed to myself quietly, which made Ryan glance at me questioningly. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about… how we really look like Jacob and Emma right now. The amount of times I walked in on them both finishing up a shower ‘at the same time’ can’t be counted on two hands.”

Ryan chuckled, a smile lighting up his face. There was a certain dark glow to his cheeks as he got lost in thought, squeezing my hand even tighter. I scooted closer and leaned my head on his shoulder. He welcomed it eagerly, leaning his head against mine. It was a cold night, but just his presence enough warmed me.

“It’s almost, uh, funny,” I mused,” that at the start of the night, all I had to worry about was me pissing you off.”

I heard his lips pop, which made me grin. He hummed, nodding sarcastically. “That, uh… must’ve been the, um, werewolf talking.”

I giggled, slapping his bare chest playfully. “I’m sure it was. That explains why you kissed me, and why people have always teased you, and…”

“I… I’m sorry. About the way I acted. I remember I was in the lodge in a bed. I don’t remember much, but… I know I said some, uh, fucked up things.”

“Again, Ryan, it was just the infection —“

“But what if it wasn’t?” he begrudgingly admitted.

“I… I mean, I was still pissed about truth or dare, and you didn’t even tell me you liked me back, a - and… I just hope Dylan’s, uh, still kicking. He deserves an apology… I shouldn’t have been so jealous. I was just… angry, and sick, and scared, and… I, uh, didn’t mean…”

“That’s not important anymore, Ry,” I comforted, lifting my head to nuzzle my nose against his neck. I leaned in further, placed a long-held kiss on his cheek before pulling away. “I’m just glad to have you back.”

He squeezed my hand and gulped. He furrowed his brows, and his eyes became watery. I sighed quietly and pulled. My hand out of his. He naturally chased it, but instead, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and sat up just enough so I could pull him into me. He leaned into it eagerly, and I wrapped my other hand around the front. I held him there, quietly shushing and whispering soft words to him as I pet his frizzy, curly hair.

His shoulders trembled with silent sobs, and he immediately went to pull me closer, an arm wrapping around my torso. We held each other close. His tears dripped onto my exposed shoulders. Despite everything that happened, I was happy. I felt tender. If only to have Ryan safe and alive, I would do anything. And here he was, my best friend, safe and alive.

We stayed like that for a while. At some point, I might have gotten a small nap. I was so spaced out it was hard to tell. But, eventually, when Ryan was calm and dazed, having buried his head in the crook of my neck, I knew e’d have to rejoin the group or at least try to get some clothes. I was cold. And I had no doubt Ryan was, too.

“Ryan?” I whispered quietly, patting his shoulder.

He groaned, breath fanning over my shoulder. He barely moved, his hands grasping my towel-covered torso tighter.

“We… need to regroup. We have to get into the van or something… You’ll catch a cold at this rate, Ry.”

He sighed and finally sat up. A frown stretched across his lips. “But… what if it isn’t safe?”

“We haven’t heard gunshots in… hours, I think. There’s been no disturbances or anything. At the bare minimum, we should make sure our friends are alive.”

“Yeah. That sounds, uh, cool.”

As I stood, I clutched the towel. I went to wrap another one as a skirt for extra protection. My shoes were already fucked, so I didn’t care about them. Ryan just waited for me, lingering by the shower room doorway. I finally walked over to him, shivers rolling down my spine. The moment we stepped outside, it was an immediate and abrupt change in temperature. It was far colder than it had been earlier.

However, Ryan grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I was grateful for the affection as we walked along the grass. Sometime there were sharp rocks, but the path was generally clear. The full moon was still high in the sky. The campground was silent, though, and that is what mattered.

The moon was starting to set. The sky wasn’t as pitch black as before. We arrived at the lodge. It was dark and silent inside. We walked up the stairs hand in hand and walked up to the open door.

A quiet gasp of joy escaped when I saw that, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, was our friends. The three hopped to their feet. Nick went for the gun right away, cocking and pointing. Dylan shouted right away, and everything peaceful about the scene turned to fright.

Ryan pushed me behind him, scowling deeply. “The fuck, dude?”

“Hey, Nick, put the gun down —“

Abby was quivering behind Nick as he died it at Ryan. “How do we know you’re really Ryan? I - I mean, you were freaking out and - and… why are you both naked?”

I gulped, not letting Ryan bite back. He was clearly frightened and on edge and offended. I raised my arms in surrender. “Nick. I… met up with Laura Kearney. She’s been held captive by the Hacketts, who are the real werewolves.” I realized I’d left that part of the story out for Ryan’s sake, and he looked hurt. “When she killed Chris or the werewolf that bit him, h - he… became normal again.”

“And, uh, to quote Y/n - my clothes ‘exploded off me’ when I turned. I don’t even remember what happened. I swear.”

Nick lowered the gun, since Dylan forced it down. He was still missing a hand and looked incredibly nervous. “Uh, you’re sure it’s all, like, good now? And seriously, why are you naked, Y/n?”

I tilted my head, glaring at my himbo friend. “You literally have my shirt wrapped around your arm, dude. And I’ve been attacked the whole night. I prefer a nice, fluffy towel to blood-soaked underwear.”

He grinned. “Oh, right.”

Nick cleared his throat, setting the gun down with a clatter. Abby was still taken aback by the turn of events. “…H - how do we know that you don’t remember anything? You’re close with the Hacketts. W - who’s to say you’re not in on it?”

Ryan frowned, throwing a steady glare her way. “You think I wanted to kill people? To… turn into whatever the fuck I did? Chris never told me anything okay —?”

“How do we know?” Nick backed up, wrapping an arm around the petite girl. “I mean, who’s to say you weren’t conscious? You were quick to tear poor Kaitlyn and that stranger to shoes, but somehow, Y/n’s alive, even though you’ve been chasing her the past two hours!”

“What the hell are you getting at, Nick?” I retorted as Ryan protectively pulled me to his side. They were spewing absolute blasphemy. Ryan was as clueless about the situation as the rest of us. Shouldn’t they be glad that he’s alive to begin with? I eagerly wrapped my arms around his bare torso.

“I’m saying he’s in on it. Abby’s right,” Nick insisted, grabbing the gun again. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how he feels about you, Y/n —“

“Enough, enough!” Dylan shouted. “God, can we stop acting like children He’s obviously fine now. Just be happy he’s normal and that Y/n’s alive. It’s obvious that when he was a fucking werewolf, he wasn’t himself. We shouldn’t, like, be turning on each other. Ryan’s a good guy.”

“Fuck this,” Ryan grumbled. “I just wanted to, uh, get the van open so we could, you know, put on clothes, but apparently that’s too much to ask for —“

“You want the van keys? Here, take them,” Nick aggressively agreed, fishing through his pockets and tossing the keys our way.

“Guys, guys, can we just relax —“

“How can you be all relaxed? He’s literally tried to kill you! Before he even turned, mind you —!”

“He was in the middle of turning, dumbass!” I shouted, snatching up the car keys. “You know what, fuck this. We’re out.”

Ryan had no objections. Dylan was still scolding our friends for being so paranoid. I understood. Nothing made sense. But I knew dan well it wasn’t Ryan that killed Kaitlyn. That wanted to kill Dylan or anyone else. And I wanted to chill out. Dylan was right; this was no time to be turning on each other.

Ryan was still cussing anxiously under his breath. He didn’t have to say anything for me to know he was worried about Nick or Abby following after us with a gun. They wouldn’t, but that kind’t mean he wasn’t scared shitless. We opened up the bag and dug through Emma’s dozens of backpacks and suitcases. We finally found ours, somehow buried at the bottom.

I had to readjust the towel may times because they didn’t really work as sustainable clothes. I pulled out some underwear and clothes. Ryan had already disappeared into the wilderness. Apparently we both only had one pair of shoes and they were gone, so socks had to do for the meantime.

We finally emerged. The moon had almost disappeared from view and the sky was a lighter color. Ryan was calmer, at least, and if he was calm, I was too. It may have been a traumatizing night that I’d already repressed, but we’d both emerged victorious and unscathed.

“So… what now?”

I opened and then closed my mouth. I repeated the process as Ryan’s eyes bore into me expectantly. I had no idea what happened to his phone, but…

I reached into the back seat of the van. It fell out of my pocket yesterday afternoon. Lucky me, because otherwise it would’ve been demolished or lost or both. I pulled it out and waved it. I wasn’t quite as obsessed with Bizarre Yet Bonafide, but I had a few of his favorite recordings just in case his phone died.

I never thought it’d come in handy, and yet here we were.

“What? I, uh, didn’t realize you were as much as a nerd as I was,” Ryan chuckled, standing beside me eagerly.

“I’m not, but you sure as hell are!” I chirped eagerly. “I don’t have any earbuds, but… I’m pretty sure we don’t need them anyways.”

Ryan nodded, swinging an arm around my shoulder. We walked toward the lodge, but instead of entering, we sat at one of the base steps. The sun was rising. We were safe now. Shelter wasn’t necessary.

I leaned on hi shoulder as the podcast started. It was the episode of the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry. I would’ve skipped to where we left off, but I knew it’d be a long morning. Besides, Ryan already knew it like the back of his hand. I could tell from his humored chuckles.

He held me close against him, placing his head on top of mine. The recording echoed across the open space. It was… almost peaceful to watch the sunrise while knowing we’d escaped almost imminent death. We were both smiling, and I knew that his heart was pounding just as fast as mine.

Things would be okay.

Sometimes, I heard talking from inside the lodge, but it was muffled and angry and depressed and everything bad. But we were alive and that was enough for us. It truly did take a life-or-death situation to make me realize how special my friendship - and potentially more - with Ryan truly meant.

“Hey, Ryan?” I spoke up, even though my eyes were slowly fluttering shut.

He grunted in acknowledgement, just as exhausted.

“I love you. No matter what happens today… Just remember that.”

“I love you too. But, uh, you already know that…”

I laughed, feeling him tense up in embarrassment.I reached over and grabbed his hand, intertwining our finger. I gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Good.”

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pr0wlerpunk · 2 years

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Definitely don’t know which to finish and post first ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#justice smith #ryan erzahler x reader #ryan erzahler #the quarry #the quarry x reader #franklin webb #franklin webb x reader #jurassic park #jurassic world x reader #ryan erzahler imagine

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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𖥔 ࣪ ㅤ۪ 🪷 🪺 ⸺ 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐫 !

♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

˚ ✩ 📓 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🥬

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

#the quarry #ryan erzahler #the quarry ryan #ryan the quarry #supermassive games #masterlist #yandere #yandere ryan erzahler #yandere the quarry #ryan erzahler imagine #the quarry imagine #ryan erzahler x reader #the quarry x reader

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ghostradiodylan · 5 months

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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.

#the quarry #the quarry bts #supermassive games #evan evagora #miles robbins #justice smith #nick furcillo #dylan leviny #ryan erzahler #mocap #video game production #just IMAGINE doing Dylan’s sexy dare kiss walk in that getup #miles is a genius

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homebyeleven · 2 years

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

#the quarry #the quarry imagine #the quarry game #ryan erzahler x reader #kaitlyn ka x reader #emma mountebank x reader #jacob custos x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #nick furcillo x reader #abigail blyg x reader #travis hackett x reader #chris hackett x reader #hackett’s quarry

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needsmorewlw · 2 years

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People forget that Ryan thinks bigfoot is real and I think we should talk more about how Ryan thinks bigfoot is real

#ryan erzahler #the quarry #the quarry ryan #i just imagine him as that danny Gonzalez vine like -You know what they say about bigfoot.- Dont you mean big feet?- HES REAL IVE SEEN HIM.

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vamprnce · 2 years

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the bfs fell asleep together after a party where all the other counselors are at, everyone's gonna take pics and tease em abt it 🤭💞

click on the pic jic tumblr fucks up the quality lol

bonus stuff + ref:

#text #my art #the quarry #dylan lenivy #rylan #radioheads #cant tell if my ryan/dylans are inconsistent or not lol 🥴#but UGHAGDJRHG I LOVE THEM #they deserve literally everYTHING #dylan is such a cuddler and ryans the lil spoon :)))#also put in some of my post game hc looks in this just cuz sgjfjfkdk #not like you can even see it bc of the pose but dyl has a prosthetic too just imagine its there okay lmao #ryan erzahler

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sh5 · 2 years

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

#like. them running at each other and kissing. that's what I was imagining with this piece. cringe </3 #rylan #radioheads #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #the quarry #nuggarts #blood tw #tw blood

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stressedanime · 2 years

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#i imagine this is max talking about laura for sure #the quarry #laura kearney #max brinly #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #nick furcillo #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #also if this has been done before i’m SORRY #theo talks

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tywrites · 2 years

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silence | ryan erzahler

requested: Hiii!! Since I am a big ryan simp I was wondering if you could write a ryan x reader fic/one shot? Where the reader is a really quiet person like Ryan and they always hang out with each other, but then one of them accidentally confesses to the other person. (I apologize for the cringey request-)

a/n: not a cringey request at all! i really hope you enjoy ♡

pairing: ryan erzahler x gen!reader

summary: ryan accidentally confesses while you're sleeping

word count: 1,077

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"Please calm down," you sighed, trying your best to quieten the raucous kids running around the cabin. "Or I'll make sure to tell Mr H that you guys are planning on staying up late tonight. You know how he feels about bedtimes."

The kids immediately stopped, whining and pleading with you not to tell him. You grinned in triumph. "Yeah yeah, keep cleaning up and maybe I won't tell him." The kids rushed around the cabin, making sure every inch was squeaky clean. Once they'd gotten your approval, they rushed off to lunch, leaving you alone in the cabin. Thank god.

You loved the kids, really. But they were so exhausting.

You sighed to yourself in relief, flopping down onto one of the beds. You'd been waiting for this break all day since you'd had to take up extra shifts when the other two counsellors hadn't shown up. You closed your eyes, revelling in the silence. The soft covers underneath you lulled you into a light sleep, your eyes closing and your breath evening.

Being with a bunch of kids all day really takes it out of you, especially an introvert like you. You just needed a recharge. You knew the others were planning on meeting up for lunch, but you were desperate for some alone time right now. You couldn't bare the thought of having to socialise and talk; nowhere near enough brain power for that right now.

The cabin was still.

A knock at the door caused you to jolt up. You had no idea how long you'd been asleep. Rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the light, you mumbled a quiet "come in,"

The door opened and Ryan stepped in. "Oh, were you sleeping? I can leave," He said apologetically, going to turn around.

"No! I mean, no it's fine, you can stay," you said sheepishly. You adjusted yourself on the bed, moving over so that he could sit on the edge beside you.

He sat down. There was a comfortable silence.

You loved spending time with Ryan. There was just something about how you didn't have to put up a front around him. He didn't mind that you were quiet, he didn't mind that you spoke little – in fact, he enjoyed the quiet times the two of you had. As someone who was also quite reserved, the two of you got along really well. You just got each other in a way the others couldn't.

"You seem tired," he broke the silence, looking at you with concerned eyes. You smiled at him.

"The kids were especially loud today, I felt like a zookeeper trying to calm a bunch of gorillas."

He laughed, his face lighting up. God, you loved that laugh. It was rare but whenever you succeeded in making him laugh it made your day. Your week, even.

"I can imagine,"

You hummed in agreement before falling silent again. You had underestimated exactly how tired you were and as much as you wanted to stay awake to spend time with Ryan, you could already feel your eyes slowly falling closed. You shook your head in an attempt to stay lucid, catching Ryan's attention.

"You should rest. I don't mind," he said, nodding his head towards the bed. "I'll keep watch, make sure no one bothers you."

He was sweet. So sweet.

You nodded at him gratefully. But when he went to get up, you stopped him, taking his arm gently. "Stay? I like your company," you blushed as you spoke, avoiding his eyes.

Ryan didn't know what to say, flustered. So instead, he nodded wordlessly, sitting back down on the bed. You settled into the covers, sighing in relaxation.

Once your eyes had closed, Ryan took the opportunity to admire you without the worry of being caught. He watched you as your breathing evened, your face ridding itself of tension. Your body eased into the mattress. Ryan didn't believe in angels but right now he was starting to. Angelic didn't even begin to describe you.

He felt a bit weird for staring but he truly couldn't help it. Crushing on you for a month was definitely taking its toll on him. He could barely be in your presence without worrying he'd accidentally let slip that he was into you. Ryan had never been particularly smooth. A lot of the time, he had no idea what to say. So when it came to confessing, he wasn't super confident. All he wanted to do was let you know how much you meant to him without somehow messing it up.

He noticed that you seemed to be fully asleep now. Your mouth was slightly open, the soft exhales you were emitting incredibly endearing. The sun shined on your skin, lighting you up in the most ethereal way. He couldn't stop himself.

He said your name. When you didn't respond, he became more confident. You wouldn't hear this.

He took a deep breath. "I like you a lot. Y'know that right?" He paused. "You mean a lot to me, or whatever. I get the weirdest feeling in my stomach when I see you smile. And seeing you with the kids, even when they're acting like gorillas-" He chuckled at that. "-it makes me really happy.. to see you happy. It's stupid, I know. And you're never gonna know, since uh, you're asleep and all. But I just needed to say it, in some way." He exhaled in relief, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

A pause. The room was silent.

"Uh, Ryan?"

He froze. He couldn't bear to look at you.

"Ryan? Please look at me.."

He bit his lip before turning to you hesitantly, waiting to see your angry or offended face. He didn't find that. You looked shocked, but you had a smile on your face.

"Did you mean it? What you said?"

He gulped. "Uh.. Yeah. Yeah, I did."

You beamed at him. "Well, lucky for you..."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What- what do you mean?"

You sat up and took his hands in yours. "I like you a lot too. And if that was a joke, I'd end up being the angry gorilla," you giggled, leaning into him. He smiled wide, wrapping his arms around you as you embraced, you nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

Another comfortable silence took over the room. Only your soft, muffled breaths could be heard.

#the quarry x reader #the quarry imagine #ryan erzahler imagine #ryan erzahler x reader

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (5/6)

Word count ; 4.3k

Just as we were approaching the lodge once more, out bounded the smaller, pudgier one. Laura shot, but missed, due to how fast it was. It was bleeding profusely and disappeared into the wilderness. She cursed loudly, but I realized that Ryan must’ve been inside the lodge.

“Fuck! Which one was it —“

“That one! The one that just ran!” I exclaimed, pointing after it.

Before I could even catch my breath, Laura took off after it, determination in her steps. I took after her, discarding my worried thoughts for Ryan. I could tell from the vicious howling inside that he was just fine. The shrubbery scratched against my legs. The weight of the shotgun was weighing me down, but I could still locate Laura based on the rustling of leaves ahead of me.

There was a large, fallen over oak in my path. I was running so fast and didn’t plan on stopping, so I jumped over it. I managed to get one foot over, however, my other caught on the bark. I let out a yelp as I collided with the forest ground. I got a face full of dirt, spitting it out rapidly. My arms were surely scratched up from the fall and my leg was still caught on the log. The gun was still weighing me down. However, I pushed myself up weakly.

I listened. I could hear nothing but the wind. Apparently I was that slow. I wanted nothing more than to help Laura, but she seemed like she could handle herself. I gulped, suddenly realizing how cold I was. I lost the towel a while ago while trying to escape the lodge, and my entire torso was freezing and covered in dirt, blood, and bruises.

I gulped, finally pulling my leg over the log. A part of me wanted to get new clothes and head to the shower room, but there was apparently at least two other werewolves - and possibly more, with my friends’ disappearances - running around. Besides, I was worried for Dylan, Nick, and Abby. For all I knew, they could be reduced to a pile of organs by now.

I heard the distant rustling of leaves and bushes and a low growl. I gasped, realizing it might not have been Ryan on my trail; any of the monsters could’ve heard the gunshots. I got on my knees and crouched the best I could behind the log, raising my shotgun over it.

And so, I waited. I heard the quiet padding of footsteps approach. The moon was hidden behind the tree tops, and I was left to squint into the darkness, head crouched to the scope of the gun.

I gulped, holding my breath. Perhaps I was in shock from all the death and dismemberment I’d witness, but even with my heavily beating heart, I was numb. I wasn’t as afraid as I should’ve been. Maybe Laura’s badass composure ha rubbed off on me.

And just as I was about to raise my head and examine the wilderness around me, I saw it. From the darkness, piercing yellow eyes glinted. My entire body became paralyzed, and I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t shooting when it was the perfect opportunity to.

Even as it rose to its two hind legs, releasing a low growl, I hesitated. It was tall and it was lanky. I knew it wasn’t the one Laura was currently chasing down. But… I also didn’t know if it was Ryan. The monster could be watching and waiting for its opportunity to catch me off guard.

I knew I should’ve shot a long time ago. That, even if it was Ryan, he’d recover. And yet as we stared each other down, my finger left the trigger slowly. I released a shaky breath as it took a step closer, its fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

The beast was terrifying. The term ‘werewolf’ truly didn’t describe this monstrosity. Except for its animalistic behaviors, nothing about it was dog-like. It was but flesh and bone, and yet, it had incredible endurance, strength, and agility. From the gleaming bits of skull down to the elongated toenails, it was a creature that intended to murder.

“Ryan?”

That was enough to set it off. I shrieked as it pounced at me. I pulled the trigger, but it was too late, and the bullet disappeared into the darkness. Instead, I fell into my back, my entire body aching. Its nails dug into my exposed shoulders as it towered over me. Its drool landed on my face, sliding down my cheek. Its tongue was slimy and slid over its fangs.

However, as it stared at me, it didn’t devour me. It watched and waited for me to make a move. Its feet were on top of my legs, digging into the already tattered jean fabric. Its yellow eyes bore into me expectantly. Slowly but surely, its face drew nearer, and its body lowered. Its sticky knees lowered onto my stomach carefully, and I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in.

I finally had the courage to blink away my tears that magically kept coming as its head sniffed all over my still face, blood smearing across my cheek when it made contact. I almost flinched, but I was already dirty enough, so a little more blood didn’t hurt.

My arms were out to the side, and I released my grip on the dirt. The gun was next to me, very much in reach, and yet I didn’t reach for it.

It was almost a relief that Ryan, even in such a monstrous form, didn’t care to hurt me. It made me wonder about poor Kaitlyn, though. What had she done to deserve such a gory death, or had his instincts been in complete control at that moment.

It snorted, its nose pressing against my neck and stringy hair. It let out another wolfish noise as it buried its head in the crook of my neck. My nose scrunched in disgust, the wetness pressing against every exposed inch of my body. I was grossed the fuck out, but I’d rather be that then dead.

I noticed that the wind had picked up, and that I had permanent shivers haunting me. I was trembling, even though Ryan exuded warmth. The trees and leaves were blowing every which way, and I wanted nothing more than to warm the fuck up. I knew that if I stayed like this, I’d get hypothermia. But if I reminded the monster I was a sentient being, I risked being slaughtered.

I heard lightning. The monster seemed to flinch, eyes flitting around nervously. I furrowed my brows in confusion, lifting a hand to touch to beast.

I wasn’t sure what pained it so, but it suddenly flinched, sitting up abruptly. I was still baffled, but then I realized the clouds had finally opened up and it was beginning to pour. I gasped quietly as I wretched and writhed, nails digging into my flesh. I let out a hiss of pain, trying to free myself by grabbings its long claws.

It let out a roar, stumbling to its feet. I tried reaching out for me, and yet, it seemed so agonized. I sat up, about to scramble to my feet to make my escape. However, just as I had sat up, it snatched my ankle. I flailed on the as the monster took off deeper into the woods. My bare back scraped and scratched against every service, and tears pricked at my eyes once again. My head had collided with so many rocks that I lost track of where we were going. I was worried about a potential infection thanks to the monster’s carelessness.

A scream of torment tore at my throat, but the monster continued to thrash through the wilderness. We came up to a clearing, and finally, instead of jagged rocks and dirt, I was being dragged at full speed over tall grass. It still hurt and rubbed against my skin, but it didn’t prick quite as badly.

That was, until I slid across a rocky path. And just like that, everything came to a grinding halt. I was completely lost and disoriented and my vision was blurry. It didn’t help that the clouds had opened up and it was now pouring. My pants were labored, but I realized that only my foot wasn’t wet, except for the flesh monster’s blood-stained holding on my ankle.

I heard a low growl as I propped myself up on my elbows. I blinked furiously, and my vision finally cleared. I realized that I was by a rushing river and that we were in the open. I had a hard time spotting Ryan, until I realized: he was huddled underneath a long wooden bench, still growling quietly in pain.

I knew that if I were to escape, now would be the time. It’d have no choice but to remain under the bench. From the stories I’d heard, I never knew werewolves or whatever the fuck it was was allergic to water.

I finally sat up, despite the monster’s guttural, warning growls. My back stung like crazy, and I prodded at it gently. It was wet, and I knew it wasn’t from the rain. My misery consumed me as I readjusted myself, crossing my arms atop of the bench. I was freezing, but it was like a cold shower. Since I was trapped in this predicament, I could hope the rain could at least wash my wounds.

I readjusted my falling bra strap before groaning in irritation. I leant my head on my arms, allowing myself to be soaked to the bone. I noticed how relaxed the monster’s grip on may ankle became, although I knew it would bruise. It was a strong beast. But at least I knew it was Ryan.

I thought back to Laura. I hoped she was alive. It sounded like she’d gone through an entire summer of this hell, her boyfriend included. Emma and Jacob… were hopefully still kicking, along with the rest of my friends. Ryan… was, well, this. And Kaitlyn was long dead.

I just wished she hadn’t tried to save me. But, at the time, Ryan still served as a threat toward the other councilors, including me.

As the storm progressed, I found myself shivering more and more. I was soaked from head to toe, minus my ankle. At this point, I’d die from hypothermia before I died from supernatural monsters. However, the moon was starting to part in the sky. I watched the sky as, slowly but surely, the clouds started to disperse. The downpour slackened. And soon, it was but a few drops sloshing to the ground and the occasional lightning strike.

I tugged on my ankle, as to alert my inhuman friend. I let out a gasp when its grip became deathly tight, and angrily, I kicked at it. That only caused him to yank, and I fell on my back, hissing. As I peered at it, I saw that its glowing yellow eyes were glaring at me.

“Fucking let go, asshole,” I grumbled, kicking my other foot. I didn’t want to die now that the rain had stopped, but clearly, it didn’t comprehend English very much.

He grabbed my other foot, a growl reverberating from his mouth. I was so irritated, though, that I wasn’t even slightly afraid. I was just super pissed off and I would fight a bitch if it meant I could get a damn shirt on. I huffed, and there was something almost funny about the scene. I couldn’t help but wonder if Ryan would be able to remember it if - no, when - he returned to normal.

“Ryan!” I boomed. “I’m fucking cold —…”

In the distance, a howl sounded. It seemed as though Ryan completely spaced out, releasing me and scrambling from underneath the bench. The rain had stopped completely, and I was surprised when it copied the distant werewolf, raising onto its hind legs and howling at the now glowing and present full moon.

I took the chance to scramble to my feet. I looked myself over disdainfully, realizing just how destroyed my clothes were. One pant leg was being held by a thread and the other was sliced every which way. One of my shoes had split from the sole, revealing a wet sock. I was still freezing, and it was obvious as to why.

It stopped howling, panting in satisfaction. Its glowing eyes returned to me with suspicion, an it stoped up to me. Now that I realized Ryan had enough control over himself to not hurt me, it was almost humorous. But that could also be the state of shock I was permanently in.

“Ryan,” I spoke quietly.

His nose seemed to twitch. I knew that if I made any wrong move, I’d just end up tackled to the ground again. But I needed to get to the van, the shower room, anything. I was on the verge of a deadly illness and I certainly wanted to avoid it.

I bit my lip in thought. I held out my hand, and it grabbed my wrist instantly. I almost flinched from how hard its grip was, but instead, I reached out to grab its wrist. Mustering some courage, I took a step.

It didn’t move, growling lowly. It was threatening me.

I clicked my tongue. My brain was on complete autopilot this late into the night. I was sure it had to be at least two a.m. I was shocked that I was still awake at this point. I stepped closer to the beast, and it hunched its back toward me, its ugly visage lowering to meet mine.

I tugged on his arm, trying to prod him. Shakily, I spoke,” Ryan, we need to - to go to camp. P - please?”

It blinked, and almost seemed to understand me. I gulped, pulling on its arm loosely.

It stepped forward.

I exhaled in relief. That was progress. I was still dripping wet, but at least what used to be Ryan was allowing me to read it along the path. I recognized the area. Kids always came down here for nature activities, the ones I taught and collected samples from.

The walk was silent, except for Ryan’s occasional guttural growls and sniffs. It felt weird to be walking along with the very creature that murdered my friend and was my friend and would probably murder more of my friends, if they were even alive to begin with. I occasionally released hisses of pain due to how terribly my back ached.

Eventually, we returned to camp. We made it past the various cabins, and soon, we were out front of the lodge. By this point, Ryan’s grip on me was fairly loose. I was glad for the turn of events. It was like my own personal mythical body guard.

The van was but a few feet away. I still played it safe despite how desperate I was. The back was closed, and so were all the doors. I finally released Ryan, and he hovered behind me, instead grabbed at my jeans, holding the fabric tightly.

I pulled at the back, tugging several times. I let out an annoyed grunt when I realized: it was locked up. I moved to the side, pulling at the doors. I groaned loudly, punching the window. But it was more plastic than anything, so I only need up hurting myself.

I thought about going back into the lodge, but just in case my friends were thriving in there, I refused. I was fucking stuck, freezing my ass off. And I wasn’t happy about that. I leaned against the side of the van and dropped on the ground. I ended up with Ryan crouched in front of me, drooling onto my pant legs as he crouched in front of me.

The monster officially let go, instead caging me against the car. I pulled my knees to my chest and propped my head on my knees, trying to warm myself up. As warm as the werewolf was, I knew damn well I didn’t want its sticky flesh infiltrating my wounds.

I suddenly heard a crash coming from inside the lodge. The monster and I both became alert, and he growled. He turned away, and in a panic, I grabbed its arm. It looked back at me, and its pupils seemed to fluctuate. A snarl resonated in its throat, and I realized I had to leave before Ryan’s monstrous instincts won and he went in to bother my friends further.

I rose to my feet just as the werewolf had. Its head was peering into the windows, watching as sparks from the gunshots fired off. I gulped, realizing that Ryan was entranced taking a step away. I knew that as long as he thought I was being docile, it would do whatever it pleased. But, if I feigned aggression or fright, surely its attention would be caught.

Gulping, I began walking away. I decided now would be as good of a time to catch a warm shower. Its claws narrowly missed my arm, and it let out a guttural growl fury. I gulped, trying to not to actually be afraid. It was hard to convince myself that it was still just Ryan, though.

More gunshots sounded from inside. The werewolf, when I peered over my shoulder, was still conflicted. And I was especially cold. So, I broke out into a run.

That was enough to convince it to chase after me. It was faster than me, I had no doubt about it, but I raced down the path and enter the open campground. When I heard him pounce but a few feet away from me, I suddenly stepped to the right. Instead of colliding with me, it collided with the lamppost.

The shower room was but a couple hundred yards away. While the werewolf was recovering, I made a mad dash for the door. It roared in untamed fury, and for a split second, I wondered if I made a mistake. If I should’ve let it run off into the line of fire inside the lodge.

Just as my hand latched onto the doorknob, the werewolf’s body came crashing into mine. The door swung open and I collapsed to the ground, writhing underneath the monster’s weight. The floor was slippery and cold as it was, and it hurt my head tenfold.

Things went dark and I panicked for a moment, thinking I’d died. But, a minute later, my eyes fluttered open. I was shrouded in darkness, a shadow looming over me. Fuck this. I just wanted a shower. I just wanted things to be normal. I just wanted Kaitlyn to be alive.

I just wanted my best friend back.

I tried pushing myself up, but I was completely restrained. I was still on the cold tile floor, and I heard vigorous panting from beside me. I sighed, pawing in vain at the floor in front of me. It hurt my fingernails as it was, so I doubted I could scoot any closer.

Suddenly, its weight was removed. I flipped onto my back and kicked myself further into the room. The werewolf had stood up straight, basking in the moonlight. Its back arched and it peered upward to the sky. The gunshots and roars had silenced. It looked as though Ryan intended to howl, and yet, it suddenly seized up.

“Ryan…?”

I squeaked as it twitched, and its flesh started to bubble. I gasped quietly, and the werewolf stumbled into the room, clawing at its own skin desperately. It howled and whimpered in pain, and I was left to do nothing but watch as it collapsed onto its knees.

Next thing I knew, it fell forward on its face. It was still twitching.

And then it stopped.

My blood ran cold and I immediately kneeled down. As disgusted as I was about touching the thing, I was already covered in blood. I grabbed a shoulder and flipped it over. Its chest was heaving softly, but other than that, nothing was happening.

Had Laura caught it? Or… had my friends done the deed? Why wasn’t he turning back?

I answered one of my own questions.

Tufts of black hair popped out of the scalp. At the same time, the flesh bubbled and popped, being replaced with a solid layer of chocolate skin. The muscles in his hands and feet flexed and stretched, becoming human again. The nails were still long as hell, but they curled in on themselves. Little by little, all of the humanity Ryan once held returned. Instead of fangs, he had clean, perfect pearly whites. Instead of a flat cheek, the cheekbone fluctuated to normal and plump lips began to form. Eyebrows and ears and his normal chest all sprouted right in front of my eyes. His eyes had flustered shut a long time ago, but now, instead of a monstrous creature full of blood lust, it was him.

Tears of joy sprouted to my face as I quickly grabbed his head pulled it onto my lap. I couldn’t help but palm at his body, from his collarbone to his shoulders to his plump cheeks and lips. I ran my fingers over his curled hair, but as the excitement faded, I realized I should avoid looking past the torso as much as possible.

I’m not sure what I would’ve expected, seeing as his clothes literally exploded off of him. But my clothes were almost about to fall off, so it wasn’t like I had the right to judge.

My hands ended up cupping and rubbing his cheeks gently. A few of my tears fell from my face and onto his, and I was quick to wipe them up. As one hand drifted down to his shoulders again, massaging his upper chest, he let out a quiet groan, brows furrowing.

I let out a quiet gasp.

“Ugh…”

“Ryan?” I called gently, brushing my thumb over his chapped lips.

His eyes fluttered open, and his lips parted slightly. He was clearly orienting himself, because he smiled for a moment. As he continued to blink further, though, it quickly morphed into a frown as he took in my appearance.

“What… the fuck?” he muttered, sitting up abruptly out of my hold. He spun around to face me, clearly taken aback. “Uh… what happened? Are you okay?”

“Are you? Do you remember what happened?” I inquired in concern reaching out to him as his head tilted in momentary iron deficiency.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his lips passed over his lips. His brow furrowed even more, and as he readjusted himself, sitting on his knees, I glanced but momentarily. I was quick to screech and cover my eyes. All of the shock had warn off and I was just relieved to have him back. However..

“What - oh my god. What the fuck. Uh…”

I peeked through my eyes to see that he used both hands to cover up the no-no area. I was so goddamn embarrassed. Here I was, covered head to toe in blood and wound while in nothing but a bra and barely and jeans left, and he was stark naked without knowing shit about what just happened and what he just did.

“Dude, what happened?” his voice raised, panicked. “Did the animal attack? Wh - what… why am I, uh, naked?”

I gulped looking anywhere but at him. I hugged myself. Even though it was just an hour ago, the memories were repressed and fuzzy.

“You, uh, turned into a werewolf. You - as the monster that attacked us, mind you - killed Kaitlyn and some stranger. I ran into Laura Kearney, who was trying to kill the one who bit her boyfriend. And… I guess the one that bit you was killed, so…”

Ryan blinked at me. “Are you fucking with me? Werewolves?”

My cheeks flushed and I looked away again. “I know. It’s insane to think about. They certainly don’t… look like werewolves.”

He blinked again. “Wait… Kaitlyn… she - I —…”

Raised my arm and patted his shoulder. “It wasn’t you, Ryan. It was.. that monster that you turned into. B - but everything’s okay now —“

“You’re telling me I fucking killed someone?” his voice raised to an even higher octave, fear present in his voice. He waved arms wildly, sitting back and pulling his knees to his chest. “But - werewolves… that isn’t - isn’t possible —“

“It is,” I invited. “I’m surprised you didn’t kill me, honestly. You’re sure —“

“Yes, I’m sure!” he snapped, clearly upset. “Wh… what happened to you?”

“Well, you did,” I chuckled dryly. “Uh, I had to chop off Dylan’s hand because you bit him. I gave him my shirt because his was covered in your skin and blood from when you, uh, fucking exploded. The amount of times I’ve been tackled tonight by you and that other werewolf - I don’t even know by now. I also maybe have hypothermia because apparently werewolves are allergic to water and you dragged me into the middle of buttock nowhere and literally fucked up my back just to hide under a tree while I got soaking wet. Uh, and then the van was locked, so I couldn’t get any clothes. So I was like, hey, at least I can have a nice shower. And that leads us to here and now.”

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pr0wlerpunk · 2 years

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Ryan Erzahler🎧

Imagines🎧

Counselors Prank(not yet finished)

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One-shots

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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🌸The boys and their aftercare🌸

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

Ryan

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

Nick

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

Jacob

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

Dylan

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

Max

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

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