Hi! May i request something with Dylan where the reader realizes they have feelings for him, but assume he doesn't feel the same way, so they start avoiding him. Then he catches them alone and asks why are they avoiding him and you can decide whether he likes them back or not. I hope this isn't a silly request 😅
CAUSE AND EFFECT
- cause: running from your feelings. effect: they start to catch up. (angst -> fluff, dylan lenivy x gn reader)
word count: 1,214
a/n - first official fic on this blog!! i’m so happy <3 thank you for requesting. requests are still open and i really don’t think they’ll close anytime soon unless i get like a million at once lol
You hate how your heart squeezes when you pass Dylan. There’s a lump in your throat, tears in your eyes, and a heavy, choking feeling wrapping around your chest. It hurts. It hurts so badly and you can’t help it. You try, though. You definitely try. Mantras of “I can’t like him, he’s just a friend” and “it’ll never happen, just stop trying” fill your head every second of every day. It never works out.
Your heart pounds just a bit faster when he’s in the room. You can’t help but laugh at his stupid, sarcastic attempts at masking his inner self. You know his inner self. You love his inner self, shown to you through bits and pieces and sometimes big chunks all at once. You want to know every nook and cranny of his brain.
You’ve fallen for him headfirst and there’s very little you can do about it.
He doesn’t like you back, though. That’s something you’re sure of. His heart surely never beats in tandem with yours, and you’ve never noticed his cheeks becoming redder when talking to you, but maybe you’ve just never looked. You mentally curse yourself for ever thinking that at all. You need to lose whatever fantastical notion you’ve put inside your fucked up head.
Maybe you can’t quench these feelings. Maybe you’ll always love him, pining for your summer camp crush when you’re in a loveless marriage, taken by the only person who has ever paid any semblance of attention to you. You scramble for solutions, trying to wrap your head around something, anything that could put an end to your hurt. Finally, after hours of thinking, you stumble upon one thing that just might work. Ignoring him.
It’ll hurt for sure. He’s your best friend at camp and you seriously don’t think you can live without his crappy jokes, but it must be done. Surely he’ll lose interest, stop talking to you, and even become resentful of your standoffish attitude. If you can make him hate you, maybe you’ll lose the love you hold for him and his beautiful brown eyes.
So that’s what you do. Every time he walks up to you, you turn around and start walking the other way. You find every excuse in the book and list them when he tries to hang out with you. You talk to the others when he’s right in front of you, silently pleading for you to just pay attention to him.
You need to get rid of this ache in the empty space in your chest, ever-beating and making things so, so much harder. Therefore, you must continue. It’s simple cause and effect. Ignore him, lose feelings. That’s what you tell yourself.
It hurts. And you hate it. And it must continue.
Dylan hates it just as much as you do. There’s this sinking feeling that pulses through his body the minute you turn away, and it makes him feel helpless. Useless. If he can’t be something to you, then what’s the point?
He thinks it’s something he did that sparked this new trend of ignoring him, and it really hurts to see the person he thinks highly of deliberately avoiding him.
There has to be something, anything that can bring you together again, he thinks. If not as lovers than as friends. He just can’t let you resent him for any longer.
There’s this spot you like to go to when you’re thinking, and he knows it as well as you do. Of course he does, he was with you when you found it. So, when you disappear again, he knows where to go.
“Shut up. You need to shut up and get your stupid head away from hi-“
“Am I interrupting something?” He calls. You turn around so quickly you almost get whiplash.
“Dylan. Hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Your voice sounds strained, almost forced. Like you were greeting an annoying acquaintance after years of not seeing them. In the back of his mind, though, Dylan thinks he can almost see the spark of familiarity that makes your eyes so full of life.
“I just thought… I don’t know. Maybe we should. Uh. Talk. No jokes this time.” He fidgets with the corner of his shirt. It’s extremely obvious he’s uncomfortable with the energy that has settled around the both of you, shrouding your hope in a thick layer of gloom.
“Now might not be the best time.” You smile, but it falls short of your eyes.
Taking initiative, and praying to whatever higher power may be overlooking the situation, Dylan cuts you off. “No. We need to talk. At least before camp ends. C’mon, you can’t think I don’t notice how you act around me now. The whispering behind my back. The whole running away thing. What’s going on with you?”
You stumble on your words. “Nothing’s going on. Nothing you would understand, anyway.”
“Try me.”
“I don’t think I should.” You smile again, more genuinely this time. There’s a crack of your familiar humor shining through your tough shell.
“As I said, try me.” He smiles back. The tension seems to have eased just the slightest bit, just enough for you to think ‘fuck it’ and ruin your friendship for good.
“I like you.”
“And I like you. That’s why I came out here instead of being nice and cozy in my cabin.”
“As more than a friend. I like you a lot. I’ve liked you for so long.”
His eyes widen and he mouths an ‘oh’ before, to your horror, grinning. It’s exactly what you’ve been afraid of this whole time. He hates you. You’ve just lost your good friend because your stupid feelings got the upper han-
“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me like shit in a kiddie pool?”
You can feel a lump in your throat as you choke out a “yeah”. Your eyes begin their familiar routine of stinging as they fill with tears before a pair of warm hands grasp your shoulders.
“Me too.”
“Huh?”
“I like you too.” He leans in, whispering directly into your ear. “As more than a friend.” His newfound confidence quickly dissipates and he’s left tripping over his words, the approximate distance of your body to his filling his mind. “Seriously though, what the hell was your thought process? ‘I’ll just avoid him until he hates himself! Haw haw haw!’” He attempts to imitate your voice, causing both of you to come down with a case of the giggles.
“I just figured it was like cause and effect. Cause: avoiding Dylan. Effect: losing feelings.”
“That’s…” he squints in your direction. “I don’t want to say stupid, but it totally is. Especially for you, smarty mc smart pants.”
You look at him skeptically. “Smarty mc smart pants?”
“Totally. It’s your new nickname now.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“So, what are we now?” You’re hesitant with this question. It feels almost too soon and not soon enough at the same time, but you have to know.
“Kissing.” He grins, his hand working its way up to your jaw.
He presses his lips against yours, and in the whole entire history of the world, nothing has ever felt as right as this.
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waking up to see dylan’s cute nosey right in front of you and a giving it a boop and kiss and hearing him laugh all sleepy and raspy cause it’s the morning!!! just saying!!!!
THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF:,-)
so since I just woke up like 10 minutes ago, here’s this little thing, written on my phone. bare with me, I’m half asleep still;
Soft breaths washing over your face, a heavy hand sitting on your hip, fingers flexing and twitching lightly as the man slept. Those were the first things you became aware of as you began to surface. There were still some pains and some stiffened to your muscles, the kind of dull aching that always followed up after the night you had, aftershock bliss weakly running through your body as you remembered it all.
Dylan was asleep beside you when your eyes fluttered, cheek smushed into the pillow and hair messy, definitely in need of a trim, lips pouted slightly as he let out low breaths, and you grinned, taking a moment to admire him. He was beautiful, imperfections and all, the moles and freckles scattered across his skin on patterns you’d traced so often before.
With the tip of one finger, you traced it along the bridge of his nose, watching as his face screwed up a little at the light weight feeling, before you were following your finger with your lips. A kiss between his eyebrows, and then at the top, just between his eyes, the bridge of his nose, near the base, and then, as your lips pressed to the tip of his nose, a raspy chuckle sounded out.
“G’d’mornin’, baby.”
“Good morning, Dyl.” His hand tightened on your waist, squeezing now that he was conscious, before sliding around to sit on your lower back and pull you closer.
“Why are you awake and kissing me? Not that I’m complaining, but it’s usually the other way around.” He teased, eyes closing once again, and your eyes flicked to the alarm clock, finding it much earlier than usual for your wake up times.
“I’m not sure, I just woke up.” There was a little huff on your lips, before you were rolling yourself onto your back, and he pressed a kissed to your shoulder. He hummed, sliding his hand back to your stomach, fingers spreading out, before a wicked grin was spreading across his lips.
Moving, he raised the covers, slipping beneath them for a second, before he was lifting up the material of your sleep shirt and pressing a kiss there. “Are you causing mommy trouble, already?”
You laughed, abruptly and loudly, lacing your fingers into his hair beneath the covers as you felt his own fingers brush lightly over the scarcely present bump forming. “I think it’s a bit early yet, Dyl, you can barely even tell I’m pregnant. We haven’t even said anything to the press yet.”
He just ignored you, continuing to press kisses to your skin, before finally popping his head back up, and catching your lips in a sweet kiss that left you breathless. “I know, but I already love them.”
When he pulled away, he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose this time, repeating the motions you’d done on him, kissing up and flopping back down into the bed beside you after placing a final kiss between your brows. “I hope our kid gets your nose. It’s so cute.”
“I hope they get your beauty, intelligence and determination.” You smacked at his chest lightly for his flirty compliments, feeling him catch your hand in his, twisting the ring on your finger for a second, before weaving them together his his own, and bringing them to rest on his chest as he yawned once again. “‘Love you, baby, and baby, but I’m going back to sleep.”
“Baby carrying the baby says that’s okay, because we are, too.” He held his arms open, letting you roll over into them and rest your cheek on his chest, and you were going to make the most of this, because your tummy got to big, and all your cuddling positions changed, but for right now, it was perfect.
- a transcription of some voicemails your dear boyfriend has sent you (fluff, dylan lenivy x gn!reader, requests are open!)
a/n: i am sooooo so in love with him
- “Hey! Uhhh what’s up? Yeah I was just calling to make sure you’re alive. I mean why wouldn’t you be? I saw you like half an hour ago. Maybe it was more like a full hour. Half hour, full hour, it doesn’t matter. I miss you. *Kissy noises*. Love you. Bye!”
- (Whispering) “You look really good right now. Bye.”
- “Oh you will not BELIEVE who I just saw walking past me. Your. Mom.”
- “Ok so there’s two things I need to say. One; I think I broke the lamp. Scratch that, it was totally Ryan. Ryan broke the lamp. Isn’t that right, Ryan?” (Ryan, in the distance) “I absolutely did not.” (Dylan, now whispering) “he’s such a liar.” (No longer whispering) “The lamp is definitely not functioning. *shuffling and clicking sounds*. It turned on! Oops, never mind. I think that was its last ditch effort at life. Like when you cut the head off a bug and its body just squirms around a bit. Anyways. Second thing, Ryan called me a pissbaby and that kind of hurt so when you call me back can you like affirm that I’m not a fucking pissbaby?” (Ryan) “that’s immature, just accept that you suck at Mario Kart.” (Dylan) “My Mario Kart rank does not decide if I’m a pissbaby or not!” (Ryan) “it absolutely does.” (Dylan) “Fuck off. *thunk noise* HE THREW HIS CONTROLLER AT ME HOLY SHIT AHHH it didn’t hit me, L aim dude. Oh fuck he’s approaching like a rabid dog. If I don’t make it, just know I love you. And put this guy in jail when you get the chance because this is definitely assault-“ (voicemail cuts off).
- “Kitty wanted to say hi. Say hi! *cat meows*. That means ‘I love you’ in cat. You better call and say I love you back or else. Bye.”
- (Kaitlyn) “You deserve so much better than this gu-“ (Dylan, in the distance) “GIVE MY PHONE BACK!!”
- “This is your boyfriend speaking; I’ve been trying to reach you regarding your car’s extended warranty, so call me back when you get the chance alright?”
- “Hi I made a new playlist for you, I sent it like a minute ago and I didn’t know if you saw it… *fumbling noises* that was the wrong playlist. Shit. I sent the new one too, so check it out when you have time and absolutely do not look at the first one. Love you, bye bye!”
- some quick fluffy headcanons for our lovely jokester!! read my rules and request if you enjoy my writing :^)
- he might act all tough but he gets flustered so incredibly easily. Just a quick peck on the cheek is enough to turn his face fire-engine red
- sharing music and swapping playlists is a must for your relationship. He really loves being able to enjoy one of his favorite things with his favorite person
- his love language is quality time. Any time spent with you is the best in his book. It can be quiet time just basking in each other’s company, exciting time spent going out with friends, or just quick hugs before someone has to leave. He loves each and every little moment.
- Dylan likes driving with no particular destination in mind. He’ll call you up and ask if you would like to go on a drive with him, then set the mood with his driving playlist and make idle conversation with you for as long as he can.
- he plays with your hands a LOT. Any time he’s nervous or just plain bored, he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours and mess with them.
- he’s a great listener; whenever you need to rant or just talk to him about something, he’s there for you
- this man is completely, undeniably in love with you. He stares at you 24/7, makes flirty jokes and tells you pickup lines even though you’re literally dating, and makes sure you always know how much you mean to him through small gestures
- he’s not the jealous type but sometimes Jacob gets a little too close to you, and he gets a little too close to knocking his lights out. Not like he’d ever do it of course, but he offhandedly mentions his killer punch when he’s alone with the other boy
- he’s honestly a really chill boyfriend except when he’s geeking out. He’ll pace around the room ranting about his new technological breakthrough or the details behind quantum physics- it’s adorable, though, and you never fail to let him know.
- Dylan is tall. Will that stop him from trying on your clothes? Absolutely not. He likes to put on little fashion shows for you and stretch the crap out of some old clothes you don’t mind going to waste
- he can be clingy sometimes, especially when he’s in his feels. He will follow you everywhere and flop on top of you when you’re laying down
hello! could you please make a fic dylan x gn reader full of fluff if you don’t mind?🥺 maybe one of the scenes could be the reader sitting on his lap and if you could add dylan being jealous at some point it would be perfect too! love your writing <3
KISS THEM, YOU FOOL
- dylan and jacob fight for love during a session of truth or dare (dylan lenivy x gn!reader, fluff with only the slightest hint of angst)
word count: 1,109
a/n - alexa play “kiss her you fool” by kids that fly 🤞 also this fic is kinda meh but it’s whatever 💀
If there’s one thing Dylan hates, it’s being jealous. Jealousy is stupid. Why should you get mad when someone who’s so so close to being your significant other but really isn’t is dared to sit on someone else’s lap? It makes no sense. He rubs the crease between his eyebrows with frustrated hands, trying his best to avoid looking at the scene in front of him.
You, perched on Jacob’s lap, talking and laughing like nothing’s wrong. You whisper something into his ear and Dylan thinks he might explode.
He’s not mad. Not really. He can’t be mad at you. It was a dumb dare from a game he created, and it’s not like he can snatch you off the other boy’s lap himself. That’s what he reasons, finally tuning into the conversation surrounding truth or dare.
“Anyways, it’s your turn now.” Jacob nudges you with his shoulder, grinning as you dip forward a small bit.
“Hmm…” you ponder, peering over the crackling fire at the rest of your companions. Abi shrinks away from your gaze, clearly still embarrassed from the truth she had to tell. Kaitlyn and Jacob look too cocky to answer or do something truly entertaining. Emma just went, so it can’t be her. Ryan is barely paying attention and Nick looks like he’s about to puke, for reasons you’re unsure of. Your eyes now land on Dylan.
He’s wearing an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. He seems guarded, clenching the hem of his shirt in his fists; he looks about ready to punch someone and then himself. You need to get him out of his head before he loses the last bit of fun he could have before camp ends for good.
“Kaitlyn.” Her head turns toward you, a satisfied smile on her face. There’s an instant connection as it seems your brains are working in tandem, running smoothly like oiled gears. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” She beams almost instantly. A chorus of oohs bounce around the campfire before she says, “Give me what you’ve got.”
“I dare you to give a dare to anyone of your choosing. One catch though- it has to involve Dylan.” You search their reactions. Emma has a sparkle in her eye, Jacob scoffs at the cop-out, and Dylan, for the first time in a while, smiles. He has an air of curiosity about him, thick enough to notice from your position.
Kaitlyn looks positively sinister. “Oh, the things I can do with this dare.” She muses. She pretends to think for a minute, counting the stars and looking quizzically into the sky. Suddenly, she snaps her fingers. “Dylan. Jacob. Up.” Jacob slides you off his lap with ease, drinking up the stares of the others.
Kaitlyn whispers something into his ear but he doesn’t look happy about it. They go back and forth for a minute before coming to what seems to be an agreement, leaving you to stare at Dylan standing awkwardly in the background.
You like him. What’s not to like? He’s funny, sweet, and perfectly him. You always feel your heart flutter a bit when he’s near. You can only hope he feels the same.
“You boys are going to arm wrestle- for love.” There’s a soft murmur as everyone tries to predict what “for love” means. “The winner gets to pick a person to sit in their lap, and the loser… well, the loser doesn’t get a choice. I’ll pick who they wine and dine.” Emma gasps audibly, and even Ryan is interested in Kaitlyn’s antics.
You narrow your eyes, suspicious of Kaitlyn’s intentions. It’s obvious Jacob is going to win. No offense to Dylan, but he looks like a wet french fry compared to the other boy’s overwhelming stature. Dylan looks like he’s ready to be embarrassed. He’s practically accepted it at this point, waving off Jacob’s teasing as he assures his audience that he’s a professional bodybuilder.
The boys lock hands on a stump as Kaitlyn counts down, the others picking their side and cheering on the counselor of their choice. The voices grow louder as Kaitlyn practically screams “one!”, slapping the stump and setting them loose.
The air is tense as they struggle back and forth. Dylan takes the lead first, but Jacob pushes back hard. The game of strength teeters from one person to the other, but eventually, Dylan is put in a good position.
As Dylan slams Jacob’s hand rather forcefully into the wood beneath him, the night explodes with cheers and groans.
You’re grinning like crazy. You can hardly believe Dylan had the strength to pull it off, but somehow that lanky little bastard did it.
Dylan is all smiles, accepting the slaps on the back and basking in the compliments like an attention-starved man.
Jacob hangs his head in defeat, shaking off Nick’s teasing and gesturing towards Kaitlyn. “So, who gets the pleasure of sitting in my lap?”
There’s something almost wicked in Kaitlyn’s gaze. “Ryan.”
“Oh, come on!” Jacob groans, sticking his pointer finger in her face. “You promised it would be Emma!”
Emma rolls her eyes. “You seriously lost just because ‘kaitwyn pwomised Emma would get to sit in my lap?’ That’s kinda pathetic.”
Their arguing fades into the background when you notice Dylan talking to Kaitlyn. Probably about how she rigged the contest in his favor. You don’t really understand why she would cheat to help him win, until, of course, she motions you over.
“There’s the lucky fucker!” She exclaims. “You’ve been chosen to sit on the one and only Dylan’s lap. Don’t get too comfortable though. Leave that in the cabins.” Your cheeks warm as she teasingly jabs you in the side.
You sit down carefully, all too aware of his lingering eyes. He wraps an arm around your waist and your stomach erupts with butterflies. You can feel them worming through your system, making your fingers tingle and brain mushy. It’s heavenly.
“Just so you know, I won that battle due to my superior tactics.”
“Oh? And what are those tactics?” You stare at him with your eyebrows raised. His face is a blushy pink, and he’s quite obviously a lot happier than he was earlier. You mentally remind yourself to thank Kaitlyn when this is all over.
“I moved his arm with the force. It’s the only foolproof m-“
“Shut up and just kiss them, you fool!” Kaitlyn interrupts, clearly tired of how he’s joking like usual instead of taking the rare opportunity she’s given him.
Dylan pauses. He looks at your lips, then your eyes with a silent question of “can I?”. You nod,
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Could we get some Dylan x fem reader headcanons for the reader and Dylan having a thing and she gets her period while at camp, and how he reacts to it? If not that’s totally ok! Thank you!!!!!
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👉🏻👈🏻
PERIOD TROUBLE
[PT. 2] Nick & Jacob
- headcanons for how dylan reacts to you getting your period! (gn but afab reader)
a/n - i changed it from fem reader to gn so everyone with a period can enjoy, i hope you don’t mind >< also i’m on my period rn :0 what a coinkydink. requests are still open!!
- he notices you seem to be in pain and becomes worried, so he decides to ask what’s wrong in his own very sweet way
- “did the camp food give more people food poisoning?”
- “i’m on my period”
- cue Dylan.exe shutting down
- he does NOT know how to react. His first instinct is to make jokes but he knows it’ll probably make the situation worse
- he does it anyways.
- after that, though, he’ll be weirdly nice to you. Like sharing his smuggled candy nice and playing your favorite song over the morning announcements nice.
- he asked Ryan “so hypothetically if your significant other is on their period how do you help them?”. Ryan is also clueless and said “why would I know?”
- he then went to Kaitlyn who made fun of him (she gave him some advice after)
- he’s literally a megavirgin and doesn’t really know how to help but he does his best
- he gets a bit clingier after he figures everything out. He’s holding your hand more, hugging you, just generally being more affectionate because he’s glad you feel comfortable enough with him to share about your period. Give him enough time and he’ll be koala cuddling you with his long ass limbs
- he WILL be your own personal heat pack whenever you need it
- all in all he’s very supportive but also a bit awkward about it
Hi there! I’m new to the quarry fandom and am absolutely loving Dylan! I was wondering if you were taking requests? And if so I have one if you don’t mind!
If you are taking requests, could I request some Dylan headcanons for what he looks for in a partner? Like personality based? I think our sweet boy would appreciate someone’s looks regardless of shape, size, or color!
If you’re not taking requests that’s totally fine! Thank you! I like your Dylan headcanons so far!!!
DYLAN’S TYPE
- what i think dylan values in a significant other
a/n - thank you!! and i would just like to start this out by saying that dyl would like each and every one of you even if you don’t fit these headcanons. it’s all subjective and one person’s opinion shouldn’t stop you from knowing he would be into you ;) and also i might be a bit biased because i’m dylan’s #1 fan lol. requests are still open!!
- me
- /j
- fr though, he likes people who can be fun but know when to chill and just hang out
- i headcanon that he got bullied as a kid and therefore he cannot stand rude people. He definitely prefers the ones that are kind, even if it’s not in a conventional way
- fellow nerds also really get his heart pounding. Art nerds, computer nerds, story nerds, science nerds, any type of nerd. He loves seeing the passion in your eyes when you talk about something you really enjoy
- he loves loves loves people that match his energy. Whether it be joking around or having a deep conversation under the light of the moon, he needs someone that can keep up and slow down
- even though he likes people who match his energy he’s also weirdly into people who shut him down?? Like people who don’t take his bullshit 💀
- he really admires those that can step up when needed and take charge of the situation, even if they’re scared / nervous
- he’s a sucker for people who are good with kids, especially the ones at camp
