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for my followers~

this won’t come as a surprise as i haven’t been posting as of late, but i’m no longer going to be posting any quarry content/won’t be active on this particular blog- as i know a few of you may be waiting for me to reopen my askbox or fulfil prompts you sent in before it closed.

although i do still love this game and its fandom dearly, the hyperfixation tank has run outta gas </3

i’ll obviously still be using tumblr, but mostly from other blogs i have (don’t worry any mutuals that i message from this acc, i will still be active in that sense :))

thank you all for the huge amount of support i received when i started posting my rylan ficlets, it means more to me than you guys know and hugely impacted my confidence in my writing abilities <333

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sorry for not putting this out sooner, but i’m putting a hold on my ficlet writing atm because i’m feeling a little burnt out </3

i’ll make sure to let you guys know if my askbox reopens :)

my good friend @radioheadsrebel has their prompts open though so please go check her out!!

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Dylan: Do I think I could take Ryan? Yeah- of course.

Jacob: …

Dylan: You meant in a fight didn’t you.

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the moment ryan realized his feelings for dylan ? 😊

initially this was not at all meant to get so…intimate? blame my thumbs for typing it out i was held hostage by my hands. I gotta admit tho, I’m not the happiest with this- but I’m trying to be less of a perfectionist so I’m posting it anyway :)

side note: I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS??? Y’ALL ARE THE FUCKING BEST FOR ALL THIS SUPPORT I KISS EVERY ONE OF YOU ON THE FOREHEAD.

It was one of those summer days where you can feel the heat of the sun cooking you from the inside out, so naturally, the counsellors decided it was the perfect day to host an impromptu water balloon fight- as per Dylan’s suggestion.

Ryan had almost decided to skip out on it to go listen to podcasts at the docks, but the way his sweat made his shirt cling to his chest was getting increasingly unbearable by the second.

They’re all gathered under the tree in the cabin area, the open space and cabins providing a formidable battlefield.

“Alrighty!” Dylan exclaims with a wide grin, clapping his hands to get all the kids and fellow counsellors attention. “If you would so kindly stand in a line so we can hand you your balloons, we can get this show on the road!”

Once the kids eventually settle into a (somewhat) line, Dylan begins explaining the rules to the game.

Ryan wants to listen but…he sorta just tunes it out. In his defence, the sun has practically fried his brain.

He’s suddenly brought back to earth as he’s handed two water balloons by Dylan, who winks as he places them in his hands.

Ryan’s cheeks warm, but he blames it on the sun peeking between the tree leaves.

He’s once again ripped out of his train of thought by the sound of a countdown.

“3…2…1…Go!”

He sprints off towards the direction of the radio hit, he suspects nobody will find him there because of all the (outdated) technology inside the hut which he assumes nobody would want to get wet.

-

He’s not entirely sure how long it’s been, but safe to say, Ryan had been right about nobody coming to check the hut.

He’s leaning against the wooden back wall, leaning out ever so slightly to try get a look at the game, until-

He feels a cold hand clamp over his mouth. He lets out a muffled yelp- and as he tries to turn around to see who’s behind him, he feels a wet torso pressing up against his back. Warm breath ghosts the nape of his neck.

A shiver runs down his spine.

“If you don’t say anything, I might let you go,” a familiar voice whispers into the shell of his ear.

Ohhhh shit.

He slowly turns around until he’s face to face with Dylan Lenivy. And fuck does he look good.

Ryan leans back against the wall, Dylan’s hand still clamped over his mouth. The boy is covered head to toe in water, his wet hair flopping onto his forehead, and his soaked shirt clinging to his lean torso. He has a shit-eating grin on his face, obviously enjoying this far too much for Ryan’s liking.

“You gonna do that for me?”

“Mhm,” Ryan muffles out.

For a second, neither of them say a word, Ryan’s wide eyes staring into Dylan’s which were flicking between his own and the hand he had over Ryan’s mouth.

Ryan can feel his heart in his throat. They’re so…close. Ryan’s back is planted against the wall and Dylan’s practically caging him in, his free arm resting to the side of Ryan’s head. The air between them is thick and heavy, and Ryan can feel his stomach doing flips.

“Good!” Dylan exclaims, suddenly pulling his hand away. Although, he doesn’t make an effort to increase the distance between them.

“…Fuck dude, you scared the shit outta me-“

He’s cut off with a giggle that has his stomach doing a different kind of flip.

“Sorry- sorry- I just- I couldn’t help myself-“

Dylan cant even finish his sentence he’s laughing so hard.

Ryan’s too busy fighting the blush creeping up his neck to notice the hand above him.

He looks up just a second too late to see Dylan’s hand release a water balloon straight over his head. The ballon bursts, soaking Ryan as he gasps at the sudden coldness.

He flicks his head down to look at his assaulter, glaring as he watches Dylan stumble backwards and begin sprinting in the other direction as best as he can whilst fighting a fit of laughter.

As he’s stood there, dripping water and soaked from head to toe, Ryan takes a minute to process what just happened.

The way being so close to Dylan had made him feel…the way he yearned for the feeling of his back pressed against his again.

No. Nope. There’s no way.

Shit.

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MY DEAR FRIEND @radioheadsrebel IS NOW DOING HCS IN ADDITION TO FICLETS!! PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT MUTUALS THEY’RE FUCKIN RAD 🫶🫶

hi everyone:)

inspired by @drylan and my friend @rylanenthusiast, i’m gonna open up my askbox for prompts!

i’ll write quarry, the devil in me, owl house, omori, etc. pretty much anything i’ve reblogged about in the last little while. for writing practice !

(i’ll be honest if you suggest something i don’t know for a prompt though)

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WILL WRITE:

any ship from any media i enjoy ! (includes gore, blood, death, etc.) open to suggestions from you guys!

WILL NOT WRITE:

x readers, minor x adult, graphic NSFW, self harm, etc. if you send any prompts with these i will delete them.

thanks again everyone love you guys ❤️❤️

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not to get all sentimental on you guys, but thank you so much for the overwhelming support with these ficlets i’ve been putting out.

it means a lot to me, more than you guys think <3

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Soulmate AU!!

sorry for taking so long on this one! was struggling to find the inspiration to do it- i thought about it though and settled on the “shared pain” soulmate au, seemed fitting for these two >:) apologies if the dialogue isn’t accurate to canon, imma be so fr with you rn and let you know that i could not be bothered to go rewatch the scene- i planned on rewriting most of it anyway.

TW: gore/description of injury

“Are you sure?!”

“YES I’m fucking sure! Just do it!”

Ryan felt sick to his stomach. The last thing he’d expected to be doing after finally kissing Dylan would be him having to amputate his hand.

The sweat has his shirt clinging to his skin, the radio hut’s walls caving in on him as his heart is fighting to break through his chest.

It was too much.

A broken cry breaks Ryan out of his headspace- he looks down at a bloody Dylan sprawled across the wooden floor. He’s holding his left arm with white knuckles, the gory sight of his mangled hand making Ryan sick to his stomach.

Oddly enough, a sharp pain was present in his own left hand- but he had no time to dwell on the fact.

Dylan needed him.

“Fuck, okay- just- just hold on-“

He turns to the table on his left. A chainsaw or the shotgun in his hands.

God this was so fucked up.

He quickly places the gun down so he can pick up the chainsaw- his limited first aid training told him that a shotgun blast to the hand was probably more lethal.

Probably.

He revs the chainsaw, placing his foot just under Dylan’s wrist as he brings it down before he could second-guess himself.

Dylan screams. They both scream.

Ryan stumbles backwards, dropping the chainsaw as he flicks his head down to his left hand- a white hot searing pain shooting down his wrist.

“What the-“

Heart racing, his eyes widen as his mind runs into overdrive. Connections are made as he wipes the blood of his soulmate off his face, only smearing it further.

Oh fuck, Dylan.

Ryan shoots his gaze to the boy in question, the sight of the colour drained from his face making bile rise up Ryan’s throat. His heads drooping dangerously, dark red gushing onto the floorboards from his severed wrist.

“Get the…the thingy get the,” he slurs out, vaguely gesturing towards the radio.

Ryan stumbles over to the radio, “Do I-”

“The button! Get the button-“

He slams the button with his right hand, his left being unusable at the searing pain that takes his breath away.

A high pitched ring shrieks out of the speakers around the hut, Ryan clamps his hands over his ears in agony before realising that Dylan couldn’t do the same.

He abruptly falls to the ground, crawling over frantically until he’s straddling Dylan’s back.

He clamps his hands over Dylan’s ears, the only thing on his mind being Dylan’s safety. He winces at the ringing in his ears, and then the feedback suddenly cuts off.

“Oh shit…we blew the speaker,” Dylan slurs.

“You fucking did it dude-“

“Wooo…,” he drawls, head falling down until his forehead hits the floor.

Ryan’s awareness suddenly kicks in, climbing off Dylan’s back and scrambling in front of the boy, lifting his head up by the chin. His hand hurt like hell, but Dylan was the one at risk here.

“Hey, buddy- look at me- I need you to stay awake okay?”

“Yeah…yeah…I’m awake…”

“Good- that’s good- just- keep pressure on it,” he says, pressing Dylan’s right hand under the wound.

They wince simultaneously at the added pressure, Ryan immediately getting up to find a first aid kit.

-

At this point, Dylan’s sat leaning against the back wall of the radio hut, legs spread in front of him.

Ryan’s sat on Dylan’s thighs, clutching his left arm as he attempts to tie a tourniquet below his wrist.

“Ryan-“

“I know man- I’m sorry,” he chokes out, hot tears falling down his cheeks.

“Hey…hey don’t…don’t go all soft on me,” Dylan whispers, head lolling to the side.

Ryan only responds with a pitying snort through his nose, jaw clenched in concentration as he focuses on not passing out from the pain he was feeling along with Dylan.

He had to be strong. For Dylan.

He finally finishes dressing the wound, gently laying his arm between the two of them. He leans forward, resting his forehead against Dylan’s.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“S’okay,” Dylan slurs, “Doesn’t even hurt that bad.”

“No- don’t- don’t fucking lie to me Dylan.”

“I’m not! Seriously it’s-“

“I can feel it.”

“…What?”

“I can feel it too. And fuck- it hurts like hell Dyl. So you don’t have to try be all brave for me, okay?”

“…Holy shit Ry,” he whispers in awe after a long silence.

“Yeah…holy shit.”

The silence deepens between them as they both finally get to process the information.

As Dylan’s about to speak, Ryan pulls him forwards into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of his neck. Dylan raises his arms, wrapping them around his soulmate’s frame, before squeezing him just as tight.

They both made a silent promise to each other in that moment. A promise that they were gonna get the fuck out of here.

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Nick: Go tell Ryan he’s cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Dylan: He could hear me.

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Could you write a hackateers spin the bottle? With a rylan kiss?? :)

i’m not kidding i have so many prompts that came before this that i need to write but the second i saw this i RAN to write it. party games are one of my fav tropes to read so i was super excited to try writing it myself- hope i did it justice! (pun not intended)

side note: i couldn’t decide what song starts playing on dylan’s phone at that part so some options if you were curious are: ‘dark red’ by steve lacy, ‘black out days’ by phantogram, and ‘lost the game’ by two feet.

TW: a tiny bit of spice at the end i couldn’t help myself

It was one of those nights that Mr. H would leave the camp for the night, supposedly to go on some sort of “supply run”.

The kids were asleep in the main lobby of the lodge, sleeping bags strewn across the floor and fairy lights draped across the walls in a half assed attempt to make it seem more cozy.

The counsellors, however- they were upstairs in one of the spare bedrooms, sat in a circle on the floor. An empty beer bottle sat in the centre.

And Dylan was practically vibrating out his skin.

Was it from excitement or fear? He had no idea. Maybe both. Definitely both.

The reason for his nerves being that a certain hotter than hell camp counsellor sat across from him had miraculously agreed to join in their game of spin the bottle.

Dylan wasn’t a religious guy- but fuck did he thank whatever deity had his back when Ryan hadn’t immediately dismissed the idea of spin the bottle.

Chewing his lip anxiously, Dylan snuck a glance at the pretty boy sat in front of him, only to be hit with the realisation that he had already been looking at him with a…curious gaze.

Dylan immediately flicks his head to the girl that had suggested the game who was sat next to him, Emma. Having second thoughts, he leans over to her and whispers-

“Hey- Em?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you…100% sure this is a good idea?”

“Course’ I am.”

“Okay because I personally feel like I’m gonna throw up and-“

“Shh,” she hushes, placing a slender finger over his lips, “I told you I’d help you out. This is me helping you out.”

Dylan looks back at her with pained eyes, whining before running his hands down his face in defeat.

Emma suddenly claps her hands, the chatter in the room going silent, before she proudly announces,

“Okay losers! It’s game time.”

-

It had been…three or so rounds? Jacob had kissed Nick on the cheek (who had gone far too red at the “No homo” that Jacob had blurted immediately after), a very shy Abi had given Emma a chaste kiss on the lips before scurrying back to her seat, and Kaitlyn had outright refused to kiss Jacob because she had “childhood best friend rights”- whatever that meant.

Ryan was bored as hell.

It’s not like he’d expected anything all too interesting to happen anyway. He wasn’t even sure why he’d agreed in the first place, but something deep down in his gut had convinced him to do so.

And it definitely was not because of the way Dylan had been looking at him all night.

He wasn’t sure if the other boy was aware, but every so often he’d catch his eyes staring at him, filled to the brim with what Ryan could only describe as…want.

Suddenly, Ryan feels an elbow in his side, Kaitlyn nodding her head towards the bottle in the centre.

Guess it was his turn.

Wordlessly, he leans forwards and spins the bottle, his eyes glued to it the entire time.

Then it stops.

On the other end of the green bottle in from of him, was the boy that had been on his mind the entire night.

Dragging his gaze upwards, Ryan found himself looking at a very shocked Dylan. His cheeks had flushed pink all the way to the tips of his ears, doe brown eyes wide, and jaw slack in awe.

It was cute.

“Well?”

Dylan is snapped out of his thoughts, looking up at the boy ahead of him.

“Are you sure…?”

“Pretty sure it’s the rules of the game, man,” Ryan replies with an almost-smile and furrowed brows.

The entire room is silent, save for the music softly playing from Dylan’s phone on the wooden floor. Everyone else in the room is just as eager as the boys themselves for this month long tension to finally break.

It was about damn time.

Dylan nods his head and crawls towards Ryan before sitting with his legs tucked under himself in front of him.

He was overwhelmed to say the least, eyes darting frantically to examine the arcs and arches of the beautiful boys face sat in front of him.

“So do you want me to-“

Dylan’s abruptly cut off by the sensation of Ryan’s hands on his hips, pulling him forwards until he’s sat on his lap.

Holy fucking shit.

A yelp slips out of Dylan at the sudden movement, and then he’s looking down at Ryan’s face. His hands don’t move, their position on his hips seemingly permanent.

“Is that okay?” Ryan whispers, cocking his head slightly to the side.

“Yeah- Yeah definitely-“

“Cool.”

“…Cool.”

For a moment they’re just staring at eachother, Ryan focusing on the way he can feel Dylan’s body move with his cautious breaths- Dylan focusing on the way Ryan’s hands tighten slightly on his hips.

“Can I kiss you?” Ryan whispers.

“Please.”

Dylan leans down slowly to capture Ryan’s lips, one hand raising to cup his jaw and the other resting on the curve of his neck.

They both exhale into the kiss, minds fogging as they begin to allow their lips to move whilst a simulation is hum of satisfaction escapes the both of them.

Ryan’s thumb slips under the hem of Dylan’s shirt, lightly grazing the soft skin above his waistband. Dylan gasps, allowing Ryan to slip his tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

His hand tightens on the back of Ryan’s neck, a feeble attempt to ground himself. He unintentionally presses down onto Ryan’s lap, to which Ryan responds to with a deep groan and-

Oh.

They abruptly pull apart, eyes wide and faces flushed.

“You guys done?” Kaitlyn quips, a smirk etched onto her face.

“Y-Yeah we’re- we’re good. Fantastic, actually,” Dylan manages to stutter out.

Ryan chuckles at the flustered state of the boy, and Dylan is enamored. He grins back at him, before suddenly becoming very aware of their suggestive position and almost leaping off his lap in sudden embarassment.

As he retreats back to his position, the game resumes- although the two boys couldn’t be less involved in their surroundings, sneaking shy glances at each other for the rest of the game.

Dylan really hoped they’d be doing more of that for the rest of the summer.

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Rylan, fan x celebrity ^_^

i actually enjoyed writing this waaay more than i thought i would and got real carried away- thank you anon :) can you guys guess who the other members of the band are? ^^

For some goddamn reason, Ryan was waiting in line with Kaitlyn to get into their local pub to watch some “band” play.

Concerts weren’t really his thing, so he was a little confused when his roomie had insisted that he come with her. She’d managed to convince him by justifying it with the fact that it’s “just a local band” and that “it’s not like the bar can get that full.”. She’d also happened to have some mischievous glint in her eyes as she’d pitched the whole thing, which had both intrigued and terrified Ryan.

Looking behind him at the line that stretched around the back of the building, he began to doubt her promises.

“Oi, Ry-guy,” she says, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“Mm?”

“We’re going in, come on,” she states, pulling him inside.

-

Immediately, Ryan’s overwhelmed with the bright lights and blaring music of the venue. If it weren’t for Kaitlyn dragging him through the crowd, he’s certain he’d have gotten trampled to death.

As they break free of the crowd, they find themselves right at the front of the mass of people- Kaitlyn’s determined stride somehow getting them there despite her short stature.

The stage appears empty, for now at least, so Kaitlyn turns to Ryan and looks him up and down. Slowly. She rolls her eyes,

“Really?”

“…What?”

“I told you to dress hot.”

“Okay- ouch? And I did…dress..hot,” he responds, wincing on that last word at the awkward weight it had in his mouth.

It’s true, he had made some sort of an attempt, lining his waterline with black eyeliner that had since smudged slightly from proximity of the stuffy crowd. He’d painted his nails black to match, dressing himself in similarly black ripped jeans paired with his favourite band shirt, “Cult Damage”.

He hadn’t bothered to ponder on as to why Kaitlyn had insisted that he dress “hot”, but he had been too tired to argue with her when she pitched the idea.

Before Kaitlyn can quip something back, everyone’s attention is suddenly captivated as the band finally comes onto stage. Cheers erupt around them, and Ryan has to cover his ears at the sudden explosion of noise.

He has to squint, the harsh backlighting making it hard to distinguish the members as they get into position. As he’s about to give up, the stage lights up, illuminating the members faces so he can finally get a good look.

They seemed to be your average rock band, a blonde girl standing confident centre stage, a proud grin on her face as she introduces the band.

She gestures to a more timid looking girl with red hair to her left, bass guitar strewn across her small frame. She then gestures to the man to her right, a tall dude with curly hair holding onto an electric guitar, a bashful smile on his face as he nods his head towards the crowd. The screams around Ryan get louder, he must be a fan favourite.

She then gestures to the drums behind them and-

Holy shit.

Ryan’s brain shuts down the minute he sees him. Sat languidly behind the drum set is the prettiest man he’d ever seen. He has short brown hair flipped haphazardly to the side and soft but enthusiastic brown eyes. A black necklace sits on his collarbones- moles scattered across his pale skin, one sat right beneath his lips that were drawn into an excited grin. Ryan only just manages to catch the blonde girl introducing him as “Dylan”.

Dylan winks at the crowd, scanning over them until he makes eye contact with Ryan.

For a second, the image of the cocky person ahead of Ryan falters, a glimpse of…whatever that look in his eyes was, breaking down his persona momentarily. Dylan quickly breaks the contact, as the blonde girl abruptly counts in their first song.

To say Ryan was entranced is an understatement. Barely registering the rhythm and lyrics of the songs they played, his eyes were glued to this “Dylan” guy the entire time. The way his slender hands deftly controlled the wooden sticks in his hand, the way his sweaty locks flicked onto his forehead, the way he stopped between songs to wipe down his forehead by lifting the bottom of his shirt up- exposing his lean torso.

He wasn’t sure if it was in his head or not, but Ryan swore that occasionally, Dylan would to look right back at him- the rhythm of his drum faltering for half a second each time.

Before he knew it, the show was over. The blonde girl was thanking everyone for their support, and the band began exiting the stage. Panic begins to set in as Ryan realised that he really should’ve payed attention to the band name so that he could look these guys up later. As he’s about to turn to Kaitlyn to ask, he’s suddenly frozen in place as he sees Dylan walking right towards him.

“Hey,” Dylan simply states, an easy grin on his face.

“…Hi?”

“Thought you uh- you might want this,” Dylan suggests, holding out one of those drumsticks Ryan had been so focused on during the performance.

“Oh- Thank you?”

A mischievous grin planted on his face, Dylan continues, “Seemed like you enjoyed staring at them so I figured-“

Ryan clears his throat, flushing as he breaks eye contact, “I’m sorry-“

“No- don’t apologise dude. I liked it.”

Ryan flicks his head back to Dylan, eyebrows raised as the heat creeping up his neck grows.

“Oh…Cool.”

Dylan nods his head, turning and walking off towards the backstage before Ryan can begin his sentence. It’s like his brain had melted out his ears or something.

Kaitlyn leans towards Ryan, watching as he turns the drumstick in his hands to find a number written hastily in sharpie on one side. She elbows him softly.

“Told you it’d be worth it.”

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Bro i will kiss you rn if you can write about Dylan and Ryan at camp sneaking off for a romantic bonfire moment <33333

sorry everyone for not posting for a while! took a little break to catch up with some work, but i’m back babeyyy <33 i expect that kiss right now fyi

It was a quiet night, save for the crackling of the slowly dying campfire. The moon gazed upon the fire pit with a tender glow, the wind soft and sweet.

It was perfect.

Especially considering the fact Dylan was sat alone with Ryan Erzahler, silently passing a bottle of Vodka between the two of them as they gazed back up at the moon.

How they got that bottle? Ryan had his ways. His ways being waving his “favourite counsellor” rights to pilfer the confiscated goods that Jacob had attempted to smuggle into the camp grounds.

Generally speaking, Ryan was a good guy. He was going to just toss the bottle into the lake or something, but a voice in the back of his head had suggested that this would’ve been the perfect in to get to know Dylan.

It was strange, he could never put a finger on just why he so strongly wanted to pick apart the boy. I guess deep down he just felt like there was more to him than meets the eye, not to say that what he could see was unpleasant in the slightest. Quite the contrary, actually.

Dylan, although delighted to have some alone time with Hackett’s Quarry’s finest, was shitting himself. Yeah, he’d dreamed about getting some alone time with Ryan, but he hadn’t actually planned past that point in his fantasies because he was so sure it would never happen.

So yeah, it was silent. Ryan too busy fighting his inner monologue as to why he had decided this was a good idea, and Dylan focusing on trying not to go into cardiac arrest.

Just as Dylan was about to speak, Ryan blurts all to casually into the silence-

“Have you had your first kiss?”

Dylan chokes on his own spit, “I’m sorry- what?”

“…Have you had your-“

“No- don’t worry i heard you the first time bud, but-“

“…Well have you?”

“I…,” he turns away, a pink hue tinging his sheepish face, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

Ryan turns to face him fully, an unimpressed look on his face as he waits patiently for Dylan to keep going. Dylan challenges his gaze.

“Ugh- fine- no, no I have not.”

Ryan’s eyes widen momentarily before resetting to their natural position.

“Why?”

“It’s not exactly a choice on my part dude,” he sighs, taking another swig from the bottle.

“But you’re hot?”

Dylan’s head flicks towards Ryan at record speed, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. Ryan only meets him with a deadpan look, as if what he just said was completely normal.

“What?”

“I said-“

“No- no- once again, heard you loud and clear man, I just,” he looks into Ryan’s eyes momentarily and immediately turns to stare at a very interesting patch of dirt in front of his legs,”…nevermind.”

Ryan would never admit it aloud, but some part of him was proud for the way he could fluster Dylan so easily. Turns out he couldn’t take what he dished out. He filed that information away for later.

“Uh huh,” he drawls, a subtle but satisfied grin on his face.

It’s silent again, but this time the tension sits thick in the air between their warm bodies.

“I think you’re hot too. For the record,” Dylan whispers, as if he’s afraid to say it.

Now it’s Ryan’s turn to blush, the sudden confession catching him off guard as he fixes his gaze ahead of him on the embers of the fire. He’s never heard Dylan sound so…vulnerable.

He doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, but he does slowly place an apprehensive hand on top of the one next to his, squeezing softly whilst never breaking his gaze on the ashes ahead of him.

A fire died that night, but a new one had just sparked.

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Rylan prompt: the fluffy "One Bed" troupe, it's my absolute FAVORITE :)

oh FUCK yes dude the one bed trope never fails to hit- thank you for requesting :)) side note: i wrote this entire thing and then tumblr fucking deleted it so this is my second attempt. i’m so upset;£:@jdkdbde

Well shit.

You’d think running from werewolves would be the scariest part of the night- but Dylan would argue otherwise.

Here he stood, caked in dry blood, in the entryway of his assigned Harbinger Motel room- which he only happened to be sharing with

Ryan Fucking Erzahler.

There they were, both staring at the bed in the centre of the room. Yeah, the bed. Not beds.

“Well I think I’m just gonna…” Ryan says, breaking the silence as he gestures with his thumb to the bathroom door.

“Yeah- yeah, go for it man.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, course’- go for it dude.”

“Cool. Thanks.”

-

After spending an embarrassingly long time staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror trying to psych himself up to get in bed with Ryan, Dylan steps out. He freezes in his tracks when his eyes meet the figure of the aforementioned boy, noticing that he seems to have made himself comfortable on one side of the bed, legs crossed in front of himself and earphones in as he listens to something on those familiar earbuds.

He gingerly steps towards the unoccupied edge of the bed,

“This seat taken?”

Dylan mentally facepalms as he realises he must be the lamest motherfucker on this planet. Surprisingly, Ryan only scoffs, a trademark “almost smile” playing on his lips. His eyes hold an almost…endearing? gaze, and Dylan has to look away to hide the blush warming his cheeks.

As if his crush was subtle in the first place.

“No, not that I know of.”

“Awww, were you saving it for me?”

“Don’t push it.”

Stifling a giggle, Dylan nods his head and slides into his side of the bed before he can let any more stupid one-liners slip.

It’s silent for a while after that, before it starts to get get a little too silent- so naturally, Dylan breaks it.

“So…”

“…So?”

“You wanna talk about it or…”

“No- not really, man.”

Dylan puts on a face of faux seriousness.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is unpacking your fresh trauma with the love of your life in a hotel room not a preferred activity?”

Ryan scoffs, “No, not particularly.”

“Damn,” Dylan replies, stifling a chuckle.

“…I am pretty tired though,” Ryan yawns.

“Yeah- yeah me too. Being chased by werewolves will do that to a man.”

Ryan scoffs again, before he nods his head, leaning over to switch off the side lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

They shift into more comfortable positions, and it’s silent once again, until Dylan finds himself breaking it a second time.

“So are you the big spoon or-“

“Oh my god- shut up Dylan-“ Ryan groans, hands running down his face.

Dylan only snickers at this, picking up on the amusement bubbling below the surface of Ryan’s complaint. He was so close.

“I mean I go both ways- so whatever floats your boat big guy-“

Ryan cuts him off with a snort, and before Dylan can process the win, he’s hit in the face with a pillow.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, you love it though.”

“…Maybe I do.”

Dylan can’t quite process that last statement quick enough to formulate a reply, so he doesn’t.

As they settle into their sides of the bed, he’s surprised to find that Ryan is the one to break the silence this time.

“If I feel something funny poking into my back during the night, you’re sleeping on the floor,” he deadpans.

Dylan loses it at this, bursting into a fit of contagious laughter- and god does it feel good to laugh again. Ryan can’t help but join in, falling into his own fit of giggles.

As they both come down from their high, Dylan manages to finally formulate words.

“No promises.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You brought it up.”

He’s got him there. Ryan scoffs in lieu of a proper response, allowing a comfortable silence to blanket the two of them.

After what feels like an eternity, soft words are whispered into the night.

“Goodnight Ryan.”

“…Goodnight Dyl,” he whispers back.

Dylan smiles to himself. Fucking score.

They both eventually drift off, and if their limbs entwined through the night, nobody had to know but them.

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hi everyone:)

inspired by @drylan and my friend @rylanenthusiast, i’m gonna open up my askbox for prompts!

i’ll write quarry, the devil in me, owl house, pretty much anything i’ve reblogged about in the last little while. for writing practice !

(i’ll be honest if you suggest something i don’t know for a prompt though)

thank you again:)

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Rylan prompt: the "hiding an injury" trope? Maybe Ryan's being brave but also stupid lmfao up to you :)

sorry for the late ass reply </3 i also apologise because i made this waaay more angsty than you probably intended, but i hope u still enjoy it :)

TW: CHARACTER DEATH

How long has he been sitting here?

Hours? Minutes? He had no idea, time seemed to blur as he sat waiting on the steps of the lodge.

He found himself absentmindedly picking at the fraying edges of his bandaged hand. Well, what was left of it. He wanted to think about anything but him, but he couldn’t.

It’s not like they were dating or anything, he was a silly crush that he couldn’t stop thinking about, praying that he had made it. Shit, Kaitlyn was right- maybe he had caught feelings.

Well, if anything being hunted by werewolves taught him, it’s that nothing is impossible. He was going to tell Ryan how he felt- because he fucking deserved to.

Suddenly, a cop car pulling up in front of the lodge snaps him out of his train of thought- head flicking up immediately to train his eyes on the opening doors.

He had to be okay. Please tell him he was okay.

Lo and behold, a leg covered in tattered, blood-crusted skinny jeans emerged out the car- and Dylan? He could cry. He was crying, in fact.

Leaping to his feet, Dylan rushes towards the car,

“Dylan, you’re oka-“

Ryan is cut off with a bone-crushing hug, Dylan’s arms tightening around him as if letting go would make this moment any less real. His right hand curls around the back of Ryan’s waist, his face pressed into the soft curve of his neck as he sobs dryly.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers.

“I’m here Dyl…I’m right here.”

Ryan gently returns the hug, because although physical affection may be a little out his comfort zone, he couldn’t imagine any other place he would want to be right now other than Dylan’s arms. He finally felt safe.

After what feels like an eternity, Dylan slowly pulls his head up from the crook of Ryan’s neck, suddenly very aware of how close their faces are- a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Ryan’s heart melts.

“Fuck, Ryan. You scared me.”

“I know, Dyl.”

“I was so fucking scared-”

“I-“

“You just left- and I- what if I never got to-“

“Breathe, Dylan”

Their eyes meet, brown meets brown and Dylan finds his heart slowing in tandem with his thoughts at the soothing gaze he’s met with.

“I was scared I’d never get to tell you.”

“…Tell me what?” he whispers.

Fuck it.

“I love you, Ryan. Fuck, and I know it might be weird to say right now considering-“

He’s cut off with a soft press of warm lips to his own. This kiss is nothing like the one at the campfire. Unspoken words pass through skin, murmurs of “I’m sorry” translated silently. It’s warm, and it’s home.

As Ryan leans back, hand cupping Dylan’s cheek, he breathes,

“I lo-“

Ryan suddenly drops to his knees, clutching his side in pain, all of the air in his lungs being sucked out of him at once.

“Ryan!”

Dylan falls to his knees in front of Ryan, frantically attempting to figure out what was wrong.

That’s when he sees it.

It starts small, but a patch of red gradually spreads across Ryan’s shirt. It grows, and it grows, and it keeps growing.

“No, no, no, no- Ryan- Why didn’t you- I didn’t know you-“

“Dylan I-“

“Stop- just- stop talking you’re making it worse-“

Ryan lets his body fall further to the ground, hands pressed against the reopened wound in his side, staring up into Dylan’s panicked eyes.

“I- I don’t understand- Ryan what’s- what’s happening Ryan- I don’t-“

“…I didn’t want to scare you-”

“Well you’re fucking scaring me now man! Fuck- I don’t know what to do, I-“

It’s eerily silent for a moment as Dylan attempts to find the words he’s looking for, and Ryan just stares.

“…Dylan?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t feel your hand.”

It’s as if time stops. Dylan looks down at his hand clutching Ryan’s own, knuckles white with tension. He knows there isn’t much time left.

“Please don’t leave me,” he whispers into the air between them as he leans down to press his forehead against his own. Salty tears fall between them.

“I’m sorry Dyl.”

“It’s okay,” he chokes out. He brings his hand to cup Ryan’s jaw, thumbing at the soft skin under his eye.

“I’ll find you,” he whispers.

At that, Ryan softly smiles, nodding his head. It’s silent, save for Ryan’s laboured breaths. It’s silent, until-

“I love you too,” he breathes.

And then he stops.

Dylan’s shatters his thin veil of composure composure, immediately sobbing into the bloody shirt of his could-have-been lover. Angry tears sear his cheeks.

In that moment, Dylan’s world stops. Part of his soul died with Ryan’s, and he knew he was never getting it back.

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I've always been a huge fan of jealous!Ryan (but not realizing it) when people flirt with Dylan, if you wanted to write a ficlet about that! :)

thank you for being my first request! i really appreciate it :)

The sound of bubbling laughter fills his ears- and on any other occasion, Ryan might’ve ignored it and moved on with his day- but he knew who that adorable obnoxious giggle belonged to.

Ryan snaps his head up towards the direction of the noise, and sure enough, he spots Dylan stood outside the radio hut, exploding with laughter with his head thrown back. The dimples in his cheeks grew deeper, and the soft sun breaking through the trees illuminated his pretty face as he scrunches his nose and-

Pretty?

…Huh.

Ryan’s eyes flick over to the boy stood next to him, Nick Furcillo.

Sure, Nick was nice. Ryan liked him. He was attractive and a real gentleman, and apparently he was a world star comedian too.

He found himself subconsciously cracking his knuckles, eyes glued to the way Dylan leans forward to rest his hand on Nick’s shoulder as he comes down from his laughing fit-

“…You good there bud?”

Broken out of his trance, Ryan registers that Kaitlyn is now stood next to him, but he finds himself throwing a quick glance back towards the radio hut before-

“Earth to Ryan,” she drawls, waving her hand in front of his face, before she follows his eyes.

“No fucking way.”

Ryan quickly turns his head back towards her.

“…What?”

“Oh nothing…just, connecting dots.”

“What…dots?”

The look Kaitlyn gives him is, quite frankly, terrifying. Her features drop into an unimpressed stare and she deadpans,

“You look like you’re about to murder someone, dude.”

“What? No I-“

“That someone being Nick-“

“Why would I want to murder Nick.”

“I don’t know bud, you tell me. You’re staring at him like he just killed a puppy.”

Ryan is suddenly made aware of the way his own eyebrows are furrowed, and just how tightly his jaw is clenched. He quickly smooths out his features and turns to face Kaitlyn completely.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, sure.”

…

“…Dude, do you seriously need me to spell it out for you?”

“Kaitlyn I don’t know what you-“

“You’re totally jealous of him.”

“What?! Why would I be jealous of Nick-“

“Cause’ he can do that,” she says, nodding her head towards the pair in front of the radio hut.

Ryan follows her gesture, eyes landing once again on a snickering Dylan, now sat on the front steps of the hut while covering his mouth with his hand attempting to stifle his giggles.

“I’m…not?”

“Wow that was convincing-”

“Shut up,” he groans, turning to head towards his cabin as he runs his hands down his face in exasperation.

“Have fun unpacking your emotions Romeo!” Kaitlyn shouts at his back, the laughter brimming under the surface of her statement just barely being concealed.

As he’s making his way back to the cabin, he steals one more glance at the radio hut, and he’s surprised to find that Dylan is already looking his way. As soon as their eyes meet, a light pink dusts Dylan’s cheeks as he waves at him, and Ryan is sure he’s never seen him smile like that at Nick.

Nodding his head in return with a soft smile, Ryan turns away and continues towards the cabin, smile growing as he thinks to himself-

Maybe Kaitlyn was right.

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trying something new ^^

my askbox is open for any rylan prompts/ficlet requests!

i’m willing to write pretty much any genre, eg. fluff/angst/smut/etc.- but obviously nothing too gross or whatever.

i am also open to writing any counsellor x counsellor friendships so you can send those in too!! it’s just the only relationship prompts i’ll write are rylan :)

honestly submit anything you want to, lord knows i need the practice writing and don’t really have the motivation to post entire fics atm :) my ao3 account is @swarmofbears if you wanted to check it out- but i don’t post much there atm ^^ i do crosspost my ficlets to there though incase you wanted to give them some love over there <33

this idea came from @drylan so go check them out if you haven’t already!! they’ve been killin’ it with their ficlets