#yandere the quarry

[mo0nfairy]

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

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸺ 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚

˚ ✩ 📓 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🥬

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

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

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

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, & 𝚜𝚑𝚢

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but… he’s just not good enough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the creature on top of you is horrifying

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

however, something sharp… something metallic hits his nose

across the hem of kaitlyn's sweatshirt is blood

your blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ryan…

you’re with… ryan?

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

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

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

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

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

everything is red

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

and with that, you’re off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and then… you hear it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the stars are brighter than usual tonight.

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[yanpotatowriter]

Yandere Werewolf Nick Headcanons

can you do a yandere werewolf nick headcanons? <3   —-------------------------------------------------------------- Not Transformed: Nick is very possessive of his obsession, he barely lets them be by themselves or around him without him holding their hand or having his hand on their shoulder. Will make comments under his breath while holding his obsession in a hug or something similar, usually he is saying it so softly under his breath that his obsession won’t know what he’s saying but it's clear that it's about them. He is trying not to growl at others when they try to take away his obsession from him, why can’t they see that his obsession does not need them and only needs him?

He will make rude comments or snide remarks at others when they tell him to back off of his obsession or if they try to separate him from his obsession (clearly they don’t know that his obsession and him are made for eachother) Will just stare at his obsession while they sleep and leave when they look like they are about to wake up, it's clear that he has not slept in a while but he just claims that he just has a hard time falling asleep. Will pressure his obsession into having a relationship with him, once he has his mind set his obsession will have to deal with it, there is no way out. Transformed: Right before he is about to transform he has his obsession right in his arms, making them promise to him that they won’t leave him alone and stay right where he wants them. Once he is transformed he will constantly be on his obsession, not biting them or attacking them but he is just holding them right where he wants them with his weight and strength. The moment anything gets close to his obsession or just the area he has claimed as his own, he’s going to attack them, there is no warning, only a werewolf that's going full speed at whoever or whatever just entered his territory. Will keep the bodies of whoever he just attacked in his territory, a reminder of what can happen should his obsession step out of line (He won’t really attack him but he likes the fear in their eyes) When it's close to sunrise the werewolf will just hug the obsession before laying down with them still in his claws with an iron grip around them. Post Transformation: He wakes up next to his obsession, with both of them covered in blood.  He always checks that they have a pulse before even planning on doing anything, he won’t forgive himself if something has hurt his obsession during the night. He will make sure that his obsession and him take a bath together, he doesn’t care if they want privacy.  He needs them to be near him just in case he finds a wound on their body as they are washing the blood off. Won’t let go of them for at least a full day before he can start to think rationally and realize this is not the way to go about it.  He will then slowly start to act like he does normally when he’s not transformed.

#nick furcillo #yandere nick furcillo #yandere the quarry #yandere the quarry x reader #yandere nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Ryan Erzahler (1/6)

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I leaned against Ryan’s shoulder, zoning out completely. We were in the main lodge, sitting by the doorway, sharing earbuds. I wasn’t surprised when the first thing he wanted to do, upon the ‘official’ return of our phones, was listen to Bizarre Yet Bonafide in the open. I knew he was eager to finally listen to the podcast about Hackett’s Quarry itself - even if it was just the retelling of a silly campfire story. I was a fan of the podcast, but I always thought Ryan was the better storyteller. 

Ryan was not a very open individual, but I could tell I’d made his summer a lot easier by being his roommate. Again.

Ryan was humming along, and my eyes flitted up to his expression. He was relaxed. Eyes shut, head back, lips slightly parted. I was an extroverted person, so I liked it when Ryan was happy. That was when it was either when we were together hanging out privately, or he was alone.

Ryan had his legs extended, and mine were pulled to my chest, my arms hugging them. In one hand, he held his phone, and the other was drumming on my knee softly to an invisible tune. We made momentary eye contact, his dark orbs swirling with fondness, before they flustered shut again. However, now that his mouth had shut, a smile tugged at his generally stoic face.

I was about to shut my eyes again, tuning back into the podcast. I loved horror, but I preferred other true-crime podcasts. The two speaker’s voices just… rubbed me the wrong way. It was too high-pitched and annoying. However, Ryan adored them, so I couldn’t help but not voice my opinion. If anything, Bizarre Yet Bonafide was to thank for our friendship at all.

It was funny. The memory of when we first met was fuzzy. However, whenever I asked Ryan, he always recited the same story, as though he knew it like the back of his hand: I walked up to him in the campus cafeteria, where he was sitting alone. I sat next to him and stole an earbud. From there, we bonded over our shared love of mystery, crime, and horror. He was more than excited to introduce me to the podcast.

I suddenly became alert at the sound of distant chatter. Ryan tensed immediately, looking at me with a quirked brow. A grin slowly pulled across my features. I nudged his shoulder, and with half-lidded eyes, he quirked a brow.

“What?”

“I think it’s time to go! Everyone else sounds like they’re out front,” I exclaimed. 

Ryan knew better than no-one that, as much as I loved nature and kids, I missed my family and the privacy of my own bedroom. Ryan probably did too, even though he had a close connection with the Hackett family. We were roommates back in our college town, but I was sure he looked forward to having his own room. Apparently, I snored.

Ryan exhaled quietly and collected his things. We rose to our feet and, out of habit, I entangled my arm with his. He tucked the phone into his pocket and we grabbed our suitcases. As I caught wind of the conversation, though, I tugged on Ryan to make him stop. I’d heard his name. We hovered in the doorway, just out of view from the campers below.

“…Oh, yeah. He’s probably off being all brooding and mysterious and alluring somewhere while Y/n tags along,” Dylan spoke up from below.

I nudged Ryan again, muttering to him, "Hear that? You’re mysterious and alluring. The camp bad boy.”

Ryan only scoffed playfully, and we listened some more.

“Alluring is right,” Kaitlyn seconded. “The girls and I all agreed, Y/n included, mind you, that Ryan was the hottest councilor. Followed by Chris, then you, Dylan, yotta yotta…”

“And where am I on that list?” Jacob piped up.

“The bottom,” Emma snickered, although I already knew the poor guy would take that comment to heart.

“So, you think I’m the hottest?” Ryan mumbled, sending me an amused glance.

I sent a stern look up, since Ryan was incredibly tall. I quipped in return, "No comment.”

“God, where are those two? Making out in a bush?” Kaitlyn complained. Which was enough for me to kick myself out of the doorway and drag Ryan with me.

“Here!” I called from the porch. Everyone’s eyes were glued to us, and I felt Ryan shrink in discomfort. He’d confided in me about his social anxiety before, so it was more of a reason to pull him closer. We arrived at the base of the stairs, and Dylan snickered.

“What were you guys doing up there? Having a party?”

Ryan shrugged, his graphic tee-shirt wrinkling as his arms bobbed. “Uh.. we were listening to a podcast, actually.”

“Oh! A podcast, nice. That’s cool,” Dylan hummed, nodding in a friendly manner. I sent him a smile, which he returned whole-heartedly. Other than Ryan - obviously - I really got along with the boy. Everyone thought he was a braindead himbo, but we’d shared many conversations about biochemistry during our time at camp. We were both total science geeks.

“What’s it about?”

“Yeah, what’s it about? Is it about lo-o-ove?”

The entire summer, the other councilors got a kick out of shipping us together. Ryan always got tense and embarrassed, but I always shrugged it off. I would’ve found it funny if it didn’t make Ryan so embarrassed. His eyes shifted to me, so I could tell he was done talking. 

“As if. What would that even be about?” I chortled. “It’s actually a paranormal podcast. The episode we were listening to was about this place, actually. The… Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”

“The who of the whatsit where now?” Kaitlyn inquired further, quirking a brow. “What’s the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry?”

“You don’t know about the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry?” Dylan sarcastically added. “Tell her about the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry, why don’t you?”

Ryan chuckled, and I was glad Dylan’s positivity was infectious. I continued, "It’s just this campfire story for the kids. It’s, um… the one Ryan told at some point. There’s supposedly an old lady who died in a fire a few years ago. She haunts the woods looking for her lost son. Pretty basic horror stuff. Ryan’s definitely the better story teller.”

“Yeah, uh,” Ryan started, "There are, like, reports of whispers, or whatever, and this figure that floats around. You know, textbook ghost stuff. Some people say that if she catches you alone, she’ll try to turn you into her son. Or, kill you, or something. I don’t know. It’s never really been clear. Anyways, Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”

I unlinked my arms and did some ecstatic jazz hands when he finished. Ryan chuckled, although he made sure to wrap his arm around my shoulders loosely.

“Y - you made that up,” Kaitlyn stuttered, somewhat rattled from the explanation. Again, Ryan was a great story teller.

“It’s right here in the podcast, man,” Ryan retorted, pulling his phone out momentarily. 

“Cool story, bro,” Jacob chided. 

“Seriously, though, Y/n’sright. You should’ve seen the first time he told the story at the campfire. They were scarred for life.”

A laugh bubbled in my throat, and Ryan quickly defended, "I mean, not for life…”

“What’s the hold up, Hacketteers?”

Our conversation was cut shot as our attention was drawn up to Chris Hackett, who was leaning on the rails above us. He still adorned his camp uniform and his keychain was strung around his neck. He had a friendly smile on his face, hands clasped together.

“Hey, yeah, uh - we’re nearly done, Mr. H!” Jacob called back, waving enthusiastically.

“Nearly done, huh? Get those butts in gear!” Chris playfully remarked.

“Sorry, Mr. H, we had to liberate some luggage,” Emma agreed.

“Shut up!” Abby hissed in embarrassment.

“Maybe if somebody didn’t spend so much time trying to impress his lady with his ghost story…” Kaitlyn chuckled.

“You asked!” Ryan shot back defensively, and pulling me closer. I had to hop and readjust my footing, not commenting on his tenseness. I knew that, even when spending time with the group all summer, he was still not too familiar with them. Minus Dylan, since he tried really hard to break the barrier.

“Ghost stories?”

“The Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”

Chris exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. “Ugh.”

“Hey, do you still have the van key, Mr. H?” Kaitlyn asked.

“Why, yes I do!” He stood straight and shuffled through his pockets. He sighed, though. “You know, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t stuck on. Back to the office I go. Give me a hand, wouldn’t you, Ryan?”

Ryan and Chris finally returned, and Ryan had the keys in hand. I stood up straight, crossing my arms in anticipation. As nice as a nature retreat was, I was eager to be in the modern world again. Oh, and to be away from all of the petty camp drama. And, no, I do not mean the kids. I meant the councilors, who had acted like middle schoolers all summer.

“Oh, okay,” Ryan agreed, reluctantly separating from me. He sent me one last glance as he went on his merry way. I watched in amusement as Dylan tried and failed to get his phone charged before we left. While I waited, I hoisted my suitcases into the trunk of the van and leaned against the car. I took note of how my fellow councilors were with each other. Nick and Abby would send fleeting, abashed glances at one another, Jacob looked miserable, Emma was… Emma, and Dylan was talking to Jacob about something silly.

“Wait, how did you get our phone back before the rest of us —" Dylan started.

“Because I never turned it in,” Ryan smugly interrupted.

“You should’ve turned it off before you handed it in, Dylan,” Chris stated. “Them’s the rules, you noob.”

I had a hard time resisting laughter from Chris’s attempted use of modern slang. I figured he got it from the kids. Chris handed Jacob the keys as he walked past. Ryan was quick to saddle up next to me, crossing his arms. Although he was comfortable with Mr. Hackett, it rubbed off now that he’d returned to the group.

“I try not to dwell on the past, man.”

“Good, because it’s time to dwell on the minivan and get on with our respective lives!” Jacob hopped into the front seat and I opened the side door, preparing to hop in. “Move it, let’s go!”

However, the van started making odd noises, and I took a step back with furrowed brows. It kept churning and the engine didn’t start at all. I tilted my head as Chris vocalized everyone’s thoughts.

“What’s the problem?”

“Ugh… dude, I don’t know. I - I think there’s something wrong with the engine, Mr. H,” Jacob answered, waving his arms expectantly.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Yeah, dude, it’s just like… kaput!”

Ryan frowned, walking up to the the window immediately. “Alright, let me try.”

“What? Dude, I’m telling you, alright, it’s busted!”

“‘Well, maybe you’re doing it wrong.”

“Duh, 'well maybe you’re doing it wrong’!” Jacob mocked, and Ryan froze in place.

“The fuck, dude?”

“Enough! Enough, both of you,” Chris intervened. “Shit. Come on, let’s go.”

“Alright, dude, chill!”

Chris and Jacob changed places, although it only yielded the same results. I walked over to Ryan, peering into the window with him. I rubbed his back, and his shoulders drooped just enough to satisfy me. However, another problem had clearly arisen as Chris’s expression morphed into stress.

“Damn it! I thought I told you kids to check everything!” he scolded angrily. 

“We did! It should be working…” Kaitlyn squeaked.

“Yeah, well, could and should doesn’t mean it is, does it?” He kept trying the engine, cursing even louder. He finally stepped out of the car, his hands trembling furiously. “Okay. Okay.”

“Well, what’s the big deal?” Jacob mentioned. “We’ll just have to spend another night here. It’s no biggie.”

“No. No!” he boomed. “Just stop. Let me think.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in disscontempt. He paused, and we all watched and waited expectantly. I already knew Ryan wasn’t happy about the prospect. Also, in the back of my mind, I suspected Jacob had something to do with the engine in a frivolous attempt to chase love.

Chris finally halted his pacing. “Okay, okay. You’re right. Yeah, you're right.” He suddenly tossed the keys our way, and Ryan caught them with ease. Confusion was plastered over all of our expressions at his outburst. “Hey, Ryan. Come here for a second.”

As he fled to his jeep, he beckoned the man over. Ryan followed, leaving me and Jacob in awe at the change of plans. I couldn’t hear much of what Chris had said, but as the jeep started up, I assumed Ryan would relay the information. Ryan was uneasy as the jeep sped away.

“Lock the doors!” Chris shouted. “And for god’s sake, keep the noise down!”

“So… what was that all about?” I inquired, and everyone’s attention went to Ryan.

“He, uh… said to stay inside. That we’re not leaving until the morning,” Ryan answered, scratching the side of his head in bewilderment.

“Are. You. Kidding. Me?” Emma sighed in irritation. 

“Em-m-m,” Jacob flirtatiously cooed.

“Are you kidding me? What are we supposed to do?” Emma boomed suddenly.

“Well, we should go inside. Like he said,” Ryan insisted.

“We could go inside until morning,” Dylan agreed. “Or… Or we could do something else.”

“What… are you talking about?”

“No Mr. Hackett. No screaming kids. Just a bunch of grown-ass adults ready to cut loose and get down with their animal side.”

“Oh-h-h, hell yeah!” Jacob cheered, catching on immediately.

“P-A-R-T-Y. Why the fuck not? It seems like the stars have aligned for us, no?”

Ryan was shaking his head insistently. I distanced myself from the van, joining the circle. His jaw was clenched and I could tell he was not on board. However, I clapped my hands in excitement, earning a glare from the boy.

“I’m totally down!” I agreed instantly. 

“Okay, okay, okay…”

“One last epic bonfire blowout for all time,” Dylan continued. 

“Jesus Christ,” Jacob grumbled.

He allowed us to collect our thoughts. Nobody was disagreeing, much to my joy. However, that was cut short by Ryan. “I don’t think he was just trying to freak us out, Jacob. I think he was really freaked out by something.”

“Chris seemed really serious about this, guys.”

Dylan shook his head. “Y/n, you’re in, obviously. Come on, Ryan. Just say you’re in. One last night won’t hurt any of us. He won’t even know.”

“Yeah, but I promised —"

“No, no, dude. It’s all good. Alright, we get it, you know,” Jacob taunted. “You, uh, don’t want to disappoint ‘daddy’.”

“Someone’s got to give a shit, dude —" Ryan aggressively continued, but I cut him off.

“He’s in, guys.” Ryan sent me a glare as I placed a hand on his shoulder. I sent him a reassuring smile. “Ryan, it’ll be fine. What do we have to worry about, bears?”

“Alright, alight, alright, Hacketteers! Party planning committee. Let’d do this! Um, okay,” Jacob began. “First things first. Nick and Abby, you go get some firewood. Um, Emma and I will go to the store for some supplies. And, uh, Dylan and Y/n, you just… I don’t know, figure out how to charge the phones or something. Alright, let’s do this!”

I was completely hyped for the party, a grin spreading on my face. Ryan still had a firm frown, but Dylan and I exchanged glances. We knew exactly what to do.

As the group dispersed, I grabbed both Ryan and Dylan’s arms, pulling us together. Ryan tug for freedom, suspicion laced in his eyes. I didn’t give him the chance to be a negative Nancy, though. “Ryan, you have the keys to Mr. Hackett’s lodge. Care to escort us?”

Ryan scoffed. “We’re already breaking enough rules as it is, Y/n —"

“Rules were meant to be broken, my friend,” Dylan chimed in, tugging us in the general direction of the office. 

Ryan sighed, caving, and we were off. Dylan was bursting with excitement, vocalizing his hopes that Jacob and Emma stumbled across some alcohol. Ryan was silent the whole walk. We finally arrived at the office and he pulled out the keys, unlocking the door. It swung open.

Dylan hopped into the room, leaving me and Ryan to linger in the doorway. “Alright… the inner sanctum!”

“It’s just an office.”

“This is where the magic happens,” he insisted, holding up his phone. 

“Yeah. Let’s just make this quick.” Ryan ushered me in, closing the door behind us. 

I wandered over to the desk curiously. I couldn’t help but pick up a family portrait of Chris and his kids. Ryan talked about them often, since he had a close, personal connection, but I’d only met them a few times. They seemed sweet, though.

“So… podcasts?” 

I set the frame back down, turning and leaning on the desk as I watched them engage in conversation. I appreciated how Dylan was trying to break down Ryan’s walls. He was going down the right path, too, since it was the same podcast that did it for our friendship.

Ryan nodded, straining a smile. “Yeah.”

“Alright.” He paused, trying to find a way to continue the conversation. “Uh, what’s it called? The one you’re listening to right now?”

“Uh, Bizarre Yet Bonafide.”

“So, like, ghosts and stuff?”

Ryan scratched his neck. “It’s like… the weird and wonderful.” Dylan had opened the dam, much to my joy. “Digging up weird mysteries and discussing if they’re, well, bonafide.”

“‘Boner’ fide. Get it? Boner? Heh.”

“God, you’re such a child,” I giggled, embarrassed by how much he’d secretly made me laugh. Ryan glanced at me, while Dylan sent me finger guns. 

“Your wit knows no bounds.”

“So… should we check out what Mr. H keeps in his private den of sin?”

“Ah, I don’t know, man. I feel weird going through his stuff.”

“Okay, well, I don’t. I mean, come on, what kind of dirty secrets does the owner of a summer camp have anyways?”

Ryan scoffed, his eyes sending me a plea. “You’ve got my back, don’t you, Y/n? It’s a little mean to snoop around.”

Both of their eyes remained on me. I bit my lip and shrugged. “I always have your back, Ryan. Except now. Because I have a hunch that Mr. Hackett has a secret stash of beer in this room as we speak.”

“Hell yeah, he does. Or maybe a sex dungeon!”

“Escandelo.”

Ryan sighed, leaning against the wall. The keys were dangling in his hand. Dylan walked around the desk, inspecting the contents. I went over and plopping in the wheeled chair, laying back to relax. I for one would leave the exploration up to Dylan and his beautiful brain. And I would leave the brooding to Ryan, because at this point, he was pretty darn good at it.

I giggled as I spun in the chair, which made Ryan join me by the desk. “I could get used to this chair, baby-y-y.”

Ryan snickered, gazing at me fondly. “You better hope Mr. H doesn’t catch you taking his baby out for a joyride.”

Dylan went over to the bedroom door, but to his chagrin, it was locked. He tried the handle again with a pout. Ryan’s attention was brought back to the man, all fondness from his eyes fading. It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t having a good time.

“Yo, my guy, toss me the keys.”

“Uh, so you can poke around in Chris’s private area?”

“I’m sorry, is that something that only you’re allowed to do?”

Ryan scowled.

“Come on, what’s the harm in looking? You’re not a little bit curious? I’m not going to touch anything.”

“Sure you will, Dylan,” I chuckled fro the sidelines.

“…Fine. Don’t let me regret it.”

Ryan tossed him the keys, which Dylan caught with ease. He unlocked the door before tossing them back. I leaned my head against the chair and shut my eyes. Ryan walked off, but ruffled my hair before doing so. I wasn’t surprised that he was accompanying Dylan. 

I was convinced that if Ryan was a little more openminded, he and Ryan would have great chemistry.

“Woah, hey…!”

“Hey, hey! Maybe we shouldn’t…”

I listened from the sidelines as they explored the other room. The conversation quickly died off. I still heard it from a distance, but it seemed they were exploring some sort of bathroom. I let them explore. I was planning on saving a nap for the ride home, but now that that wasn’t happening anytime soon…

“Hey, we’re all done here.”

I gasped, startled at the close proximity Ryan was at. He was right beside the chair, while Dylan was cheekily standing with his phone in hand. Ryan laughed at my reaction, but I was quick to hop to my feet. 

“It’s not that cool —"

“God, Y/n, you won’t believe what we found —"

“Mr. H has a secret room in his closet! All sorts of security cameras are set up around the camp. Plus, he has all sorts of blueprints. Isn’t that weird as hell?”

“Damn, really? I want to see —"

“No, nope,” Ryan interjected again, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “We should be off then. For someone who’s looking to party, though, you can’t seem to stay awake.”

I pouted, sending the man a playful glare. “You guys were taking forever. And Dylan, you can’t tell me there wasn’t even one bottle of beer around?”

“Nope. Notta. Except for his deep dark secrets, Mr. H is incredibly dull.”

I groaned, allowing the pair and I to leave. I was still little tired out, but once we joined the group again, I knew my energy would be up. There was a pep in my step, although Ryan always made sure to calm me down regardless. We sauntered up to the campfire, where Kaitlyn had just finished taking a photo.

“Hey Kaitlyn, guess what! Mr. H is a voyeuristic creep,” Dylan declared, separating from us. Ryan immediately sighed, but I giggled, indicating that the man had been doing. “He has hidden cameras everywhere, and a secret room.”

“No, that’s not —"

“Back up. What?”

“His eyes are everywhere. He’s always watching us.”

“Well, actually, he just watches the trails,” I spoke up. “He’s probably keeping an eye out for stray campers and bears.”

“Exactly, Y/n. Thank you.”

“Oh.” Kaitlyn backed down, no longer caring about the new information.

“So, uh… what’s going on here? Everything ready?” Ryan inquired awkwardly.

“I did see a weird light in the treehouse across the lake,” Kaitlyn admitted. “It was pretty spooky. Maybe it’s that Hag you’re so obsessed with.” Ryan laughed haughtily, but Kaitlyn continued, "You know, I just realized we may never see each other again after tonight. I mean, other than you two, since you literally live with each other, but…”

“You’re just realizing that?” Dylan chuckled.

“I’m just trying to set the mood!”

Dylan plopped down on some wood, fetching a playlist on his phone. Ryan pulled me over to sit too, and I leaned against his shoulder as we waited. It was just in time, too, because Nick and Abby rejoined the group. And right after, with a goddamn wheelbarrow, Jacob and Emma appeared.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #the quarry #max brinly #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #ryan erzahler #ryan ezrahler #ryan x reader #yandere ryan #yandere the quarry #yandere quarry #ryan x dylan #yandere x reader

[obscureamor]

¡camp counselor goes missing! ♡

thinking about mr. h fucking a cute little camp counselor. he has two months to blow his load into you and fuck you on the desk in his office. it’s even riskier when the walls are paper thin and you’re babbling sweet little ‘no’s.

“god...” he groans, hands squeezing your hips before loosening his grip. “this sweet little pussy is all mine, hm?”

you’re so cute as you lie in his bed, lips parted and panting while he rocks into you. your thighs sticky and coated with his cum. his name leaves your lips in a mewl, hands coming up to push at his hips and head shaking no.

“don’t push me away... nuh-uh— everyone’s out for the day, sweetheart. it’s just me n’ you.”

god, he just wants to tie you up and put you in the basement— maybe even that little door behind his closet. he’ll tell everyone else you went on a hike and never returned.

#fd. the quarry #ch. chris hackett #yandere x reader #alsoooo #i’m in love with his brother too. omg when he fucking licked that pencil i cringed and screamed but fuck KSNDNKDNDJS #i also love dylan like ????? he’s so cute #the quarry x reader #obscure: random headcanons #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.age gap #tw.kidnapping #chris hackett x reader

[pynkgothicka]

Ｔｙｐｅｓ ｏｆ Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅｓ Ｔｈｅ Ｑｕａｒｒｙ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ Ｗｏｕｌｄ Ｂｅ

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

Warnings - Acts of violence, Literal murder, gaslighting

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

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

Abigail - Shy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laura - Determined

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryan - Lovesick

He loves a connection!

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

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

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

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

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

Max - Obsessed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emma - Manipulative

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kaitlyn - Controlling

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick - Intense

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

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

That is until he gets bit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jacob - Emotional

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

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

Then he meets you

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

So of course he would want to protect that

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

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

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

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

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #the quarry #the quarry max #the quarry werewolf #the quarry emma #the quarry ryan #the quarry imagine #the quarry oneshot #the quarry abigail #the quarry supermassive games #the quarry fanfic #the quarry game #the quarry headcanons #the quarry hcs #the quarry jacob #the quarry kaitlyn #the quarry laura #the quarry x reader #the quarry nick

[biggestxsimps]

Masterlist:

You can find the fandoms and characters we write for > Here

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Danganronpa:

Shuichi Saihara:

> Proud of you

Makoto Naegi:

> Betrayed

Mondo Owada:

> Motorbike Night

Nagito Komaeda:

> Missing you

Gonta Gokuhara:

> Boyfriend Headcanons

Kazuichi Soda:

> The Truth Behind the Blackened

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

> Protective Fuyuhiko Headcanons

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JJBA:

Kakyion Noriaki:

> Interacting with Kakyion and Hierophant

Joseph Joestar:

> I love you

Jonathan Joestar:

> Admiring Christmas Decorations 🎄

> Amnesia

Jotaro Kujo:

> Taking Kujo’s Hat

> Watching Snowflakes 🎄

> Valentine’s Day Special

Josuke Higashikata:

> Sharing a Hot-Chocolate 🎄

> Are You?

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The Quarry:

Dylan Lenivy:

> Asking him out

> Haircut

> Late Night Confession

> Patching him up

> Winter Vibes 🎄

> Staring at the Stars

Jacob Custos:

> Mucking Around 🎄

> Cold Cuddles 🎄

Mix:

> Reacting to you being attacked by a werewolf (Dylan.L, Jacob.C, Ryan.E, Nick.F)

> Lost Lover (Can be read as any)

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BNHA/MHA:

Shoto Todoroki:

> After Hours

Katsuki Bakugou:

> Helping Hand

Denki Kaminari:

> Impress you

Izuku Midoriya:

> So Close, Yet So Far

Dabi/Touya Todoroki:

> Duty or Love?

Hawks/Keigo Takami:

> Love Takes Flight

> Headcanons 

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Detroit:Become Human:

Connor RK800:

> Are you okay?

> Missed your Birthday

> Christmas Chills 🎄

> Morning Routines

> Love?

> Here for you

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Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy:

> I’m Sorry (Part 1)

> I Forgive You (Part 2)

> Exchanging Gifts 🎄

> Asking Draco out to the Yule Ball (Interactive Fic)

> Study Date

> Happy Birthday

Harry Potter:

> In the Snow 🎄

> Skating Date 🎄

> Shark-Like Reader Scenarios

> Dance With Me

Ron Weasley:

> Handmade Sweaters 🎄

Tom Riddle:

> Make It Up to You

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Hogwarts Legacy:

Sebastian Sallow:

> Amortentia

> Why I love you

> It’s Okay, You’re Okay

Ominis Gaunt:

> Gorgeous Boy

> Nightmares

Garreth Weasley:

> Secret Shambles

Mix:

> Asking the Boys to The Yule Ball (Sebastian.S, Ominis.G)

> Semi-Romantic Headcanons (Sebastian.S, Ominis.G, Garreth.W, Amit.T)

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Call of Duty:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

> Thank you

> Face-Paint

> Happy Valentine’s Day 

> Overworked

> Unspoken Words (Part 1)

> Heard Feelings (Part 2)

> Short Reader Headcanons

> Last Embrace

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Sally Face:

Sal Fisher:

> Seeing Sal’s face for the first time

> The Campbell Boy

Larry Johnson:

> Cuddles

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Yandere Simulator:

Ayato Aishi:

> Obsessed

Amao Odayaka:

> Baked Treats 🎄 (Platonic)

Osoro Shidesu:

> Confessions

Budo Masuta:

> Behind the Martial Arts Club’s Closed Doors

> Whispered Wishes

Umeji Kizuguchi:

> Troubled Souls (Platonic)

Shin Higaku:

> Boyfriend Headcanons

Mix:

> Kidnapped By Obsession (Ayato.A, Taro.Y)

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Death Note:

Light Yagami:

> Finding The Deathnote

~~~~~

Diabolik Lovers:

Ayato Sakamaki:

> Fireplace Teasing 🎄

Yuma Mukami:

> Boyfriend Headcanons

~~~~~

FNAF:

Monty Gator:

> Late Night Duties

Michael Afton:

> Friends to Lovers

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Marvel:

Peter Parker:

> Movie Night

> How each Spiderman would confess

Tony Stark:

> Top Priority  (Platonic)

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#xmalereader #malereader #masterlist #thequarry #jjba #danganronpa #x male reader #jjba x male reader #jjba x reader #thequarry x male reader #the quarry x male reader #sally face x male reader #sally face x reader #yandere simulator x male reader #yandere simulator x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #peter parker x male reader #x reader #dylanlenivy #jojos bizarre adventure #male reader x characters #male reader masterlist #character x reader #yandere simulator #ayato aishi #ayato aishi x reader #male reader #male reader x male character #cod x male reader

[starrsfics]

I'll Burn Your Name into my Throat

Yandere!Ryan Ezrahler x Gn!reader

i wrote this listening to Caraphernelia by PTV :) if you guys like this ill def write a part two w/ smut ;).

Warnings: Yandere!Ryan, death, jealousy, gore, blood, non consented touching, slight stockholm syndrome, violence, only proofread once.

1.3k words.

He was mad. Watching you with him made his blood boil. You were his. Why were you anywhere near that disgusting man. Ryan quite liked Dylan. Really, he did. But that was before he saw him being so affectionate with you. HE should be there, touching you, making you feel safe. Not him.

He was sitting down far enough so you and Dylan wouldn't notice him. He had been doing this for a while actually. He was barely even paying attention to his podcast anymore. All he wanted was for Dylan to be gone. Away from him. Away from his sweet, perfect (y/n). Ryan watched as Dylan finally walked away from you. He sighed in relief, admiring your perfection from afar. You were too good for Dylan, he doesn't deserve you. The thought of Dylan made Ryan absolutely sick to his stomach. Seeing him caress you while you rubbed his back so gently. He couldn't take it much longer.

BANG.

He punched the tree. He was expressionless. He retrieved his it from the rough, rigid bark and watched as blood dripped from his knuckles. Nothing. He felt nothing. No pain. He needed you to feel something. ANYTHING. Without you? He was worthless. He had a plan, though. A plan to get rid.. of the.. problem.

You and Dylan were laughing as he took the whipped cream from his ice cream and put it on your nose. "Dylan! You're the worst!" you giggled, wiping off the sticky sweet from the tip of your nose. "Hey Dylan, can I talk to you?" Ryan asked while flashing you a quick smile. You thought Ryan was a really cool person! He was one of the best counselors at Hackett's Quarry actually. Although you two didn't talk much, you thought you and he got along pretty well. You wondered what he was going to ask Dylan.

He saw you two together. Yet again. This time you two were laughing together. He knew Dylan liked you. He knew you liked him. Why wouldn't you? Dylan is more sociable than he was. Much more likeable. Seeing you two bonding was such a heavy weight on his back. He couldn't wait to get rid of Dylan. Once. And. For. All.

You started to get worried. You checked your watch. 11:09. It has been three hours since Ryan took Dylan away. You got up from your seat and left the cafeteria. "Dylan? Dylan where are you?" You looked around the camp. His cabin? Nope. The lake? No. The bathrooms? Wrong again. There was one place you hadn't checked yet.. The forest. No way. No way Dylan would be there. Why would he go into a dark, creepy forest so late at night? You decided to go check anyways.

"Dylan? Are you out here?" you called out for him. You shone your flashlight around these unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, you heard the sound of twigs snapping near a specific tree. It had a perfect view of the camp. You inspected the tree. Blood. There was blood on the tree. "Dylan.. Dylan please! Where are you!?" you called out again. You looked behind the tree and saw a strange figure on the ground. "What is that..?" you whispered to yourself. "Dylan..? Is that y-" you cut yourself off with a loud scream as you flashed light on the unknown shadow, revealing that it was in fact Dylan. He was dead. "What the fuck! Dylan! Oh my god!" you ran to his body. His eyes were gouged out. His throat was slit and blood was dripping from his chest.

"(Y/n).. (y/n).. my love. I did this for you.." You turned around to see Ryan. He was holding something. A heart. Not one you draw from paper, it was a real, human heart. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bloody hands. "What.. what the fuck." you were gonna be sick. "Why the hell are you holding that Ryan? What the hell is wrong with you?! You did this to him?!" you yelled at him in anger as tears fell down your cheeks. He bent down to get a better view of your face. That beautiful face. The fear in your eyes was so fucking perfect. He loved the way you looked as tears filled your (e/c) eyes. He reached out to cup your face and you slapped his hand away. "(y/n).. do you not get that I did this because I love you? Everything I ever do is for you!" He grabbed your wrist tightly. "Tell me you love me baby.. please.." he begged. You struggled as you tried to free yourself from his grip. "Let me go Ryan! I fucking hate you. Get the fuck away from me you sick fuck!" you kicked him in the stomach and he flew backwards.

You pushed him. What the fuck. This was not supposed to be how it went. You tried to get up and run away, but you were too slow. He grabbed your wrist again and pushed you to the tree while pinning your hand above your head. You winced in pain as your head hit the tree. "You're hurting me.. Please.. Please leave me alone." you sobbed. "Oh darling, I would never hurt you if you didn't deserve it! I love you. Please, just say it back!" he said looking at you with maniac eyes. You were absolutely terrified of him. "I-I.. I love y-you.. Ryan." Those were the words he had longed for. Since the very moment he laid eyes on you. Ryan leaned down and kissed you softly. You didn't kiss back, but he did not care. "I'd do anything for you (y/n)! I hope you know that."

Your heart was racing, but not from the kiss. The way he said your name was horrifying.

When you woke up, your hands and legs were tied to a chair. You had no idea where the hell you were. the last thing you remember was falling asleep. Then it hits you. Dylan is gone. "Ryan..?" you called out. "Baby! You're finally awake! How do you feel?" he walked out from the shadows. His eyes were no longer.. crazy. "Do you need anything? Ill get you anything you want (y/n)." he was so attentive.. it was quite.. sweet? "Thirsty.." you whispered. "Do you want some water darling? Sure thing! I'll be right back." Your eyes followed him up the stairs and he was gone. You tried freeing yourself and managed to get one of your hands loose. Then with that loose hand, you freed yourself completely. You didn't know how much time you had left until Ryan came back so you hid behind some boxes.

"(Y/n)! I have your wat-.. where did you go?" he looked around anxiously. You couldn't have possibly.. left? Right? He grew impatient. "(Y/n) I don't have time for your fucking games!" he yelled. You flinched at the sudden loud noise and accidentally knocked over a picture frame. Fuck. Ryan snapped to face in your direction and he slowly approached you. He grabbed your smaller figure and smashed it against the wall. "Don't try to leave me darling. You are never getting rid of me now. You can't just throw me away!" his eyes were crazy again. You were whimpering in fear. One second he is being so attentive and gentle with you. The next, he's grabbing your wrist and throwing you against a wall. He was unpredictable. One of the many qualities that made him insanely scary. "Ryan.. please.. I love you.." you said not wanting to be hurt anymore. He was surprised at your words. He didn't ask you to do that.. maybe you really did love him.

"I am glad you do baby! I love you too. Now please, stop trying to run away from me.. you know I only want what's best for you." you gave him a faint smile, trying to please him since there was no chance of escaping now. He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.

"I'll burn your name into my throat, (y/n)."

#ryan ezrahler x reader #ryan ezrahler #the quarry #the quarry fanfic #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere!ryan ezrahler #requests are open

[montysstuffs]

💕Welcome to my filthy brain 💕

•I must let it be known that my work and page are 18+.

♡  Haley! | lvl 24 |a horny she/they | ♡

I went on hiatus bc I had a lot going on. But a year later and I’m back to this hellsite.

Genres: fluff, angst, smut. I also enjoy writing dark themes 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

My Conditions

I will write whatever as long as that person/character is not a minor.

I, under no circumstances, will write for watersports, scat, vomit, snuff, necrophilia, wound fucking, extreme gore, specified mental illnesses, suicide, pedophilia, and underage.

Absolutely not accepting any racism, homophobia, transphobia, fat phobia, any of the phobias. I have time, you wanna be big and bad, get off of anon.

ANYWHO

Obviously, I’m gonna have SFW stuff on here, but this blog is literally to dump my thoughts. My inbox is closed, for now. But only for a little while.

Tags will be placed, but I am only human so if I miss any, please let me know!

I am black and plus size so expect to see a lot of that round these parts. However! everyone is welcome to submit, read, and ask anything they would like.

Fandoms I write for

Lowkey a masterlist

They Cloned Tyrone (Current Hyperfixation)

Fontaine

Tyrone

The Quarry (video game) I no longer write for this. I’m sorry.

The boys and their kinks

The boys and their aftercare

Nick furcillo

Anything you can do, I can do better

Mean Nick Request

Breeding Kink

Ryan erzahler

Lost Time

Breeding Kink

Jealousy blurb

Heavenly

Dylan lenivy

Breeding Kink

Jacob custos

Breeding Kink

The Girls And Their Kinks

Abigail blyg

•Apologies

Dark Red

Emma mountebank

Kaitlyn ka

Laura kearney

Devilman Crybaby

The Witcher (Netflix series)

Feral Geralt

Dating Geralt would include

The Voyeurs

will add more later

Celebrities (and their characters)

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Justice Smith

Ben Barnes

Adam Driver

Jon Bernthal

Cherry pie HC

Cherry pie oneshot

😙💨🍃 w/ Dbf!Frank

Oscar Isaac

Random Characters

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Luke Nightingale

Coming soon: The Devil’s in the Details

Random thought dump

will be updated

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #the quarry #smut #dark theme #devilman #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #imagines #jacob custos #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #about me #pinned #yandere #they cloned tyrone #fontaine #john boyega

[venusonthemo0n]

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THE QUARRY !

ryan erzahler

laura kearney

dylan lenivy

nick furcillo

kaitlyn ka

emma mountebank

jacob custos

travis hackett

all the quarry content

#f/o #f/o imagines #yandere f/o #the quarry #ryan erzahler #laura kearney #dylan leviny #nick furcillo #kaitlyn ka #emma mountebank #jacob custos #travis hackett

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Valentine’s Day L.O.V.E: Travis Hackett

Love letters: how would they confess to their darling? 

He would try his hardest to make it as romantic but also simple at the same time as much as possible even if it doesn't exactly turn out that way. 

Optimistic: How would they react to their darling giving them something on valentine’s Day? 

He will show how happy (and surprised) he is in the calmest way possible when he gets something from his darling. (On the inside he is the happiest man alive.) 

Victor or Runner-up: how would they react if their darling accepted or rejected their confession? 

Accepting:  

He froze for a moment, having to take a few minutes to understand what happened but after he gets over the shock, he promises to be the best partner for his darling. 

Rejecting:  

He manages to calm his calm while in front of his darling but later on his office isn't actually going to look the best. It's fine he just has to work harder to get on their good side or so he believes. 

Event: how would they spend valentine's day with their darling? 

It's nothing over the top but still has a peaceful romantic feel to the day. 

#yandere #yandere x reader #the quarry #yandere quarry #travis hackett #yandere travis hackett #yandere events #yandere event #valentine event

[blxxdq-mvs1c]

Some self introduction

eng/pol/fra

This blog will be mostly about my multifandoms x readers or me reposting arts

Also check my carrd!

Okay so, my name is Robin but ya'll can call me Jeremy or Onyx too (Zelu is my nickname) eventually other nicknames!

My pronouns: any except she/her

I'm vincian (NWLNW), libramasc, gendervoid, omniromantic(?)

I'm a MINOR, body age: 14!

Dm me whenever you want, we can talk but don't be weird and don't flirt w/ me!

I'm taken<3

[Proship, toxic people, Boyfriends (Webtoon), Mitski fans DNI]

Request any gender readers, I won't mind!

Masterlist

The fandoms I can write are South Park, The Quarry, Beavis and Butt-head and Metalocalypse. I can write yanderes, polyships and gore but I won't write smuts, pregnancy, pedophilia(eww), s3lf-h4rM and character x character.

Maybe I'll add more fandoms but not now.

#south park #south park x reader #masterlist #the quarry #the quarry x reader #beavis and butthead #metalocalypse x reader #yandere x reader #beavis and butthead x reader

[mo0nfairy]

Yandere Dylan yandere Dylan yandere dylan

                🪷 ִ  °  ⋆  𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤  ˚ ｡  . 🪺

                                 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼  .  .  .

        ♫  𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 & 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 ⸺ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝

                                          ˚  ✩  📓  ｡  ˚ ✧  *  ｡ 🥬

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!

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

                          𝗱𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘃𝘆’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲  .  .  .

𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, & 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍

polaroid one is found amongst a cork-board in the lodge

it’s articulate — the way the clouds hang above the bed of grass like bending lilies overcame by raindrops

as if the photographer knew exactly what they were doing

and as much as dylan finds it gorgeous, he only takes a mere second to admire the piece before moving on with his day

polaroid two is found hand-in-hand with the first on the cork-board, once again

and by god, the way this artist looks at the world is marvelous

it’s just as gorgeous as the previous, dylan thinks to himself, how the butterfly fits like a puzzle piece into this polaroid

but how, and why, has something as mere as a polaroid captured his attention in such a captivating manner?

this confusion runs rampant in his mind and much to his dismay, this skepticism is never brought to any fruition

in the exact same location as the previous two, polaroid three is found a week after the last

the burst of different hues, the rays of sunshine bleeding through, the angles that capture the true essence of summer

he then begins to ponder who this mystery photographer is and just how hasn’t he noticed them yet?

and better yet, why has the whole week without any new content from them… hurt?

polaroid four is just as stunning per usual as it’s found sitting with the rest

and its witchery works all the same, but there’s a sudden bolt of fear that strikes his heart when he comprehends the contents of the picture

what was this photographer that dylan has come to love doing all the way out in the wilderness by themselves?

there was the mere possibility that they weren’t alone, but for some odd reason, his stomach twists at the very idea

nonetheless, your art is astonishing as it always is, but the unfamiliar rot still sits deep within him

polaroid five is found peeking out of a backpack of one of the campers

that state of admiration somehow had manifested into a fit of paranoia, and for why, dylan can’t put a finger on a potential reason

it’s just some other flimsy polaroid, it could’ve been taken by anyone, hence why it’s in the possession of somebody else, so why should it matter to him?

it most certainly couldn’t have been taken by them… right?

but, he grasps the image in his hand, and the way so many words have been spoken in a mere image so effortlessly, dylan knew who was behind the art

the way they capture the world — it’s inspiring, it’s devastating; it’s perfect

a shrill voice cuts into the air and halts dylan’s train of thought

a young camper who was assumed to be the owner of the picture then questions him about his actions

“who took this picture?” dylan doesn’t waste a mere second to bring his questions to fulfillment

the child’s eyes light up, “oh, y/n did! they’re my family. mr. hackett put their pictures up over there to show everyone!” they answer, using a dainty finger to point towards the cork-board

y/n…

y/n y/n y/n y/n

the name felt like honey on his tongue as he spoke it softly into the air, almost as if he didn’t quite believe you were real and not just some figment of his imagination

finally, he can put a label on his sweet artist

with that vital piece of information, that brings dylan here, alone while the rest of the campers and counselors are out exploring the forest of hackett’s quarry

and using the bobby-pin technique jacob taught him, he had successfully picked the lock into cabin 7 and sauntered inside

dylan searches every nook and cranny for some trace of you as if he was in some sort of withdrawal without your perfect art

one peek into the rickety desk in the corner and he has found it: a piece of you

several letters sent to your sibling, detailing what your home life is like and the sights you’ve seen during your summer retreat

and lied messily among the pages are several polaroids, which dylan feverishly takes into his possession

polaroid six is of the beach you and your sibling commonly visit and dylan ponders how your skin reacts to the heat, how handsome you would look underneath the sunlight, how well you would fit nestled in his arms

polaroid seven is a picture of your precious kitty which you knew your sibling missed dearly and dylan ponders what kind of pets you two would get when if you moved in together and the brilliant photos you would take of them

to show off your success, polaroid eight was taken to brag to your sibling that your plant had sprouted before theirs did and dylan wonders if you’d be this competitive with him once you finally meet

polaroid nine is a mere photo of your backyard that sends dylan to the cracking conclusion that he is in love with you, a stranger whose mere art has managed to conquer his world in the most catalytic, but blissful manner

summer is inching near its end with its softer breezes and drifting leaves

and as the children are beginning to pack up to return home, dylan can’t handle the idea of never being able to meet you

11:23 AM ticks on the cuckoo clock in the lodge, x’s are crossed among the calendar until the current date, august 22nd, 2021

parents have begun to crowd into the estate to reunite with their kids after a long summer, all whilst the campers are out and about for one last hoo-rah around the quarry before it’s back to school

dylan is in charge of getting the campers back with their guardians and he taps his foot anxiously at the very idea of one of these people being you

somehow with effortless finesse, you have managed to entangle yourself with the threading of his veins, puppeteering his every move and controlling every aspect of his body

however, it’s not like he truly minded tearing himself to shreds for you

all he ever wanted was for you to burn through his facade of flesh, blood, and bones, then to see what lies underneath and still love him despite

he wants you to take his clothes off and run your fingers amongst every wound, and in your eyes, tell him: “i still love you despite it all”

he wants so badly for you to taste every haunting, disgusting thought of his and not see your face twist from utter revulsion, but instead, light up with the same admiration and overwhelming fucking infatuation he has for you

“name?” dylan asks the stranger in a apathetic tone, head too clouded up with his fantasies to truly pay attention

“y/n l/n” his heart stops in his chest, “i’m here to pick up y/s/n l/n.”

and by god, this creature before him is astonishingly and heartbreakingly beautiful

dylan is disorientated, dizzy, euphoric; he has turned into a mess of all the things that have been caused by his darling shutterbug

this poor boy tries with every fiber of his being to muster up some witty comment to snag your heart (or any words for that matter), but you’ve stunned him into such a deafening silence that the only noise that escapes is his shaky breaths and awkward stammering

however, the truth is, there is nothing for him to say, all he does is crave you and there are no words in any human language to ever express these feelings of sheer hunger

he stares at you like a deer in headlights, all while you shift uncomfortably and wait for the silence to be filled

“are you all right?” god, your voice, “y-yeah, sorry, i- um… i’m-i’m all right. uh, th-the kids, they’ll be done soon. um, you’re more than welcome to… welcome to look around while you wait, i don’t mind…” dylan has never wanted to punch himself so badly before

you chime back into the conversation, “actually, the environment around camp is stunning. would it be all right if i snapped a few pics?” you ask him, presenting him your polaroid camera

“oh, of course!” dylan responds a little too enthusiastically. “i mean- yeah, you can- you can do… that” do you see what you do to him?

you merely nod and send him a smile that practically explodes his heart to pieces, right before you escape through the doors of the lodge and leave the boy to wallow in his self-pity

after all, he said it himself: to see the beauty behind the camera, that’s all he’s ever truly wanted

and your premonitions were right, the beauty of the place between summer and fall is gorgeous, especially around hackett’s quarry

you can’t seem you take your hands off the shutter button, every inch of the woodland is magnetizing and you can’t only hope these pictures to the atmosphere justice

however, due to being so engrossed in your devotion and your poor navigation skills, you walk off trail and find yourself lost in the forest 

your sibling will definitely poke fun at you for this, they always had a knack for teasing and taunting you for the little things

a soft smile forms on your face at the thought; you have missed them dearly and can only imagine the types of jokes and stories they’ll have for you as you saunter your way through the never-ending woods

crunch! the noise fills the air, you gasp and turn your head to the sound

you prepare for an ax murderer to welcome you to your inevitable demise, only to see a bunny hop out from behind a tree stump

concealing the urge to squeal at the utter cuteness, you bend down and point your camera to the subject, snapping a quick picture

you then begin apologizing profusely to the bunny as it scurries away from the bright flash of your camera

how pretty, you think, as you look to the woodland before you to see the sun peak through the expanse of tree branches

another flash of white permeates the area for a mere second, watching intently as the polaroid begins to fade into the hues of green you were going to miss once september arrives

thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!

you're not given a second to react to the sudden acceleration of hastening footsteps from behind you before you've tackled to the ground

your beloved camera shatters from the force and all the photos you’ve kept stashed in your pocket fly into the air before you

fear surges through you like some form of drug, as you begin to beat and strike against your assailant

you're weeping as you use all the strength within your body to punch your attacker, all while they give you words of solace as they try to restrain you in the kindest way possible

they manage to grasp hold of your wrists and pin them beside your face, letting you get a clear image of the assailant

those wide brown eyes, sleek facial structure, and tall frame: this was no other than the cute boy from the front desk

you and dylan are so close to one another and you could practically taste the pulsating craving in his breath

he wants you so bad; he needs you so, so bad the sheer feeling alone could just about kill him

and by some brush of luck, those past thoughts of paranoia and insecurities of his have manifested into this undying desire for you

without a blink of a second, his hands have grasped your head and his lips are on yours in a hysteric frenzy

you paw at him in an attempt to get your aggressor off of you, but your efforts were futile as his lips remain locked upon yours

it’s a mess of saliva and hushed moans against your lips, all while his heart races with enough force to shatter through his ribs and flesh, to where he would place the organ into your hands 

right where it belongs

polaroid ten blows in away in the wind, an eternal mark of your everlasting mistake.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #the quarry dylan #dylan the quarry #the quarry imagine #dylan lenivy imagine #the quarry x reader #the quarry x you #dylan lenivy x reader #yandere #yandere the quarry #yandere dylan lenivy #soft yandere #yandere imagines #moonfairy

[yanpotatowriter]

Yandere werewolf Dylan Lenivy

Not Transformed:

Dylan tends to be protective to say the least, making sure that the others don't hit on his obsession or at the very least try to make it seem like He and his obsession have something going on.

 He is willing to let his obsession leave his eyesight but he will start to get anxious about an hour after he has last seen them, he wants to make sure they are okay.

He will make sarcastic quips whenever his obsession mentions hanging around or having fun with the other counselors, it tends to make his obsession start to doubt their choices or if it really was that fun which is exactly what Dylan wants them to doubt.  

He might make jokes about it too, not putting his obsession down but more making the situation seem something it's not through a light hearted joke, or so it seems at least.

When his obsession finds out he's a werewolf, he tells them he has no control over what he does when he’s transformed but assures them that he won’t hurt them

Transformed:

When he becomes werewolf he won't hurt his obsession, however he will hold them close to himself and won't let them out of his grasp or out of his sight. The only reason his obsession would be out of his grasp/sight is if he noticed that there was someone nearby and they are a potential threat (which in his eyes they all are). Be prepared to get doused in blood of others when Dylan wolves out and starts to attack those who come too close for comfort, not to mention that his obsession would also have Dylans tranformation blood on them  because he gets too possessive to have them not near him when he transforms. The first time he transformed he was afraid he would hurt his obsession but it seems that transformed!Dylan and Dylan himself share the same thought of just protecting his obsession, the only difference is that transformed!Dylan is willing to kill for his obsession while Dylan himself will just make his obsession cut other people out of their life.

Post Transformation: Dylan has to clean himself from all the blood that he is covered in but he might just convince his obsession to stay in the bathroom with him or clean up in the lake so that he won’t have to worry about them possibly running away from him. He also always checks if he did not hurt his obsession because if he did, he will feel extremely guilty while helping them get patched up. He might even leave his obsession alone for a day or two before he comes near  them again. [Already posted this one on Ao3 forgot to post it here too]  

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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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[obscureamor]

After reading your Mr. H headcanon, all I can think about now is him spitroasting you with Travis (and maybe even Bobby 😳) in his basement and I am just like-💦💦💦

I— JENDJEJWJW big brain idea. i’m assuming you’re talking about these headcanons. (^-^)v

also, oh bobby... big beefy man. ;(( i chose to mainly only focus on travis bc i haven’t written for him at all and i’m in love with him. ;((

t/w | mentions of nsfw, kidnapping, facefucking, dubcon / noncon, fem! reader

why travis would agree with sharing someone with his brother... i’m not sure. maybe it’s a drunk conversation after birthday beers. who knows?

but he was not expecting to see a camp counselor— teary-eyed and somewhat hopeful to see him —on some mattress in his younger brother's basement and once again he’s questioning himself about what he should do. then he remembers family is family and he already has so many other things he’d take to the grave because of them.

i don’t know why but i feel like mr. h would have you chained down there with a collar on.

travis can be mean... that’s all i’m going to say. he’s stuffing his cock down your throat, hand in your hair gripping hard— telling you not to bite down or else. the words spewing out of his mouth are pure filth while he looks down on you with some sort of disgust written on his face.

((note. he never acknowledges his brother after you guys start. just the initial:

‘so we’re doing this?’ the question comes from travis.

‘i guess...’ chris hums while he stares at your naked form. ‘who gets to fuck her pretty pussy?’

the only answer chris gets is a scoff before travis goes towards your head and unbuckles his belt. after that it’s like they’re not even in the room with each other.))

chris... he’d be all ‘you’re our nasty slut, huh?’ while he caresses your waist and ass, smacking it a few times just to see you splutter around his brother's dick from shock.

they’re both mean, but chris just sprinkles in the right amount of praise that has you drooling down the sides of your mouth and moaning like no tomorrow.

after this whole little fiasco, you’d get visits from travis daily— especially with everything he has to deal with.

he could be fucking your face and he’s letting little things slip out frustratingly— they never make sense to you, but you can tell his life is difficult. you could be face down ass up and he’s absolutely livid about this month's full moon, slamming into you and shooting his cum in your tight pussy.

in some fucked up way, you’d both come to care about each other more than you should.

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— i’m willing to write hcs and small fics, anything else has a v low chance of being worked on.

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