i want my boyfriends to kiss by ashnikko but it’s me and ryan and dylan

Every time someone anywhere on the entire Internet says anything negative about Rylan, I am contractually obliged to start yet another WIP about them being disgustingly in love with each other. This is why I can’t get shit finished. Blame the haters.

(It’s definitely that and not the ADHD urge to start new things constantly 😉)

Q handfed me one of the chips I bought for him everyone should do this

Aftercare.

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17. What’s your character like when they’re nervous?

You wouldn’t know Rylan is nervous from his face, but his smaller behaviors would give it away. Generally he’s quieter and more flinchy, since he’s prone to catastrophizing. Therapy has helped with this, though, so he’s getting better at working through it.

21. What colors are most common in your character’s wardrobe?

Rylan has a lot of professional clothes, so his wardrobe is mostly browns with some white or black. He does try to vary it with some green button-ups or ties, though. They match his eyes.

6. Does your character get sick a lot?

Kai is largely immune to illnesses and poisons. Even as a kid she didn’t get sick often because she rarely left the house and her family had maids to keep everything very, very clean.

That said, while she’s immune to illness, she is not immune to the consequences of her actions. Especially when said actions are forgoing sleep for several days and downing 12 high-caffeine energy drinks in less than three hours.

Such a situation happens with worrying regularity.

28. Are/would your character’s parents be proud of them?

Rylan’s parents disowned him and think he killed himself :)

YAYAYAYAYA!

Getting an email from Zoran was the biggest shock of my LIFE! And not to mention they did a lot of fun things with the plushies and the shout out to my brother who’s more of a big fan of the channel than I am was AMAZING!!!

I keep clips of that video cause it’s so very dear to me 🥹 Like look! Something I made is on a very popular channel and that’s big! 💙

FIRST OC POST HERE LETS GOO!!

Some of my OCs. They r Rylan (boy 2 the right of the first image), Mellow (green girl), Lulu (blue girl), Camillo (boy in the middle of the first drawing) and Linda (girl talking 2 Rylan in the second drawing).

Other OCs that are not here are Samia, Zeph and Crazy lady (she doesn’t have a name). They’re all a friend group, except Crazy lady who is an ex friend of Samia.

I wanna draw them all interacting a lot more. Rylan has a crush on Mellow but is quite anxious/ shy. He’s also quite forgetful, as shown in the second drawing lol. Mellow is very outgoing and positive and I realised her personality complements Lulu’s alot, as Lulu is quite chill and laidback so they both have a relaxed outlook on life. Linda is super smart, so she tries 2 tutor Rylan lol. She’s also a lil distrusting which is why she’s not so sociable, compared to Lulu who is chill w almost everyone.

Okay yap over I love my OCs

somebody requested Rylan Spider-Man AU again. I’ve arisen from my stranger things induced coma to give you all sustenance.

More about this AU under the cut!!

So basically, the counselors were selected to spend the summer at a brand new camp at Oscorp for recently graduated students. Ryan grew up around Caleb and Chris, so he was practically already attending at that point. The counselors dynamics are similar, though with a bit more of the classic Peter Parker style, with Jacob filling the role of Ryan’s main antagonist when he’s not acting as Spider-Man. Ryan had already distanced himself, though resentment had started to fester due to the others not truly doing anything to stop Jacob in a meaningful way. (Think chapter 1, when Jacob was teasing Ryan and nobody stopped him yknow)

One night, Jacob proposes the idea of going into the restricted Oscorp Labs on their own. Ryan refuses, alongside Abigail, and the two of them convince everyone besides Jacob and Nick not to go.

Later, Ryan can’t get to bed. He chooses to sneak out, not wanting to let Jacob win and to prove he can choose not to follow Chris’ rules. While he’s there, he runs into the spider.

(A drawing I made ages ago)

Close by, Nick was exploring the labs when he came across the room with a Tube of Goop. He has to hide in the room when Travis, followed by a distressed Max (who works at Oscorp), come down the hall. They argue, resulting in Max getting fired. In his anger, Max transforms into the lizard, wrecking the room, releasing the symbiote and fatally injuring Nick. He’s barely saved by Venom, who’s now using his body as a host.

Max’s rampage continues, and he destroys the spider’s enclosure and narrowly avoids attacking Ryan due to a screaming Jacob. He’s bitten by the spider during his escape from the labs.

The general plot is just a typical Spider-Man origin. Sarah discovers his identity, Jacob goes through a redemption, Laura is trying to take down Oscorp and reveal the tests they did on her and Max during their time working there, Kaitlyn also gets bitten by a spider and becomes Spider-Woman. The works, yknow?

Regarding Ryan and Dylan, Dylan starts out being the one with the secret identity of the two. Dylan saw Ryan sneaking out to the labs that night and sneaking out the first time Spider-Man showed up. Putting two and two together, Dylan decided to become Ryan’s “man in the chair” while also protecting his identity to avoid Ryan’s obvious feelings of resentment (and so he can feed into his crush). Of course, things get discovered, but it all turns out okay and they live happily ever after.

Here are some offhand sketches and comics I’ve done for this au! It’s been a long time since I’ve last touched it, so it’s super fun getting back into drawing Ryan again.

Do you ship it?

reason:
their campfire kiss was so CUTE

still insane about them

and while i’m on my soapbox, what’s the deal with dylan? i’m not gonna police anyone’s headcanons or fanfiction, but hand to god i have seen people completely mischaracterize dylan when it comes to CANON events. like dude called himself squishy exactly once and everyone said “awww look at this gay femboy cinnamon roll uwu” and i’m just like 😒

again, this is specifically related to discussion of canon events, nothing about headcanon because that’s none of my bees. i just cannot stand when people throw their headcanons into discussions of canon like it is the truth when it’s NOT GUYS IT’S NOT

and just don’t even begin to get me started on the ppl who are like “dylan deserved better than ryan, ryan doesn’t even like him” so if you consider ryan’s mannerisms with dylan vs any other time CLEARLY there is some sort of mutual attraction there.

i HATE this notion that because ryan doesn’t bat his eyelashes and have little cartoon hearts swirling around his head he somehow completely hates dylan.

and furthermore, everyone who ryan hates in the game, it has been so, stupidly, entirely, completely clear that he hates them that i genuinely don’t get why ryan would randomly deviate from this pattern of very vocally and very obviously loathing people.

okay i’m done sorry about that

Klaro and Rylan spending time together again ! It’s payday so it’s time to spend some money on this winter day !

Rylan © Naemon

Klaro © Me

i haven’t posted on here in a while so have this wonky rylan i made in (survival) minecraft :]

Children of the Moon - Chapter 2 - Eternal_Phantom - The Quarry (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

“Your eyes,” Ryan yelped. 

“My eyes? Your eyes are glowing!” Dylan countered. 

“So are yours!” Ryan shot back. 

“Oh this is bad, this is bad. I mean, magic’s not real right?” Dylan pleaded with him, his eyes fading back to brown. 

“Right, magic’s not real. We probably got caught up in our heads and imagined it.” Ryan said, trying to convince himself as much as Dylan. “I think I’ve had enough of being a witch for one day." 

"Hard same.” Dylan rose to his feet, ready to forcibly put whatever the hell that was behind them.

“Popcorn and Into the Spiderverse saved on my phone?” Ryan offered. He’d download it to focus in on the different animation styles for a piece he was working on for his potential college admission, but after that whatever the hell just happened (some kind of hallucination because they were susceptible from the meditation or something), something fun and comfortable sounded good. 

“If you’d opened with that I wouldn’t have suggested being all witchy.” Dylan winked. “Dinner and a show, it’s a classic." 

"Popcorn is hardly dinner." 

"But it’s still a date?” Dylan asked, half hopeful, half teasing. 

Ryan hesitated. “Two friends watching a movie that history may or may not remember as a date?” he offered. 

“I’ll take it.” Dylan had really just hoped for his number. Potential first date all alone in a cabin in the woods? This was way better than some stupid party. 

~ 

“So why Spiderverse? Didn’t really peg you for a comics guy.” Dylan asked as Ryan set up his phone screen for viewing. It was small, so they’d have to sit close together. Dylan did not consider this a downside.

“The artwork. I’ve been looking into animation colleges, and Into the Spiderverse does a really cool job of blending different art styles into a cohesive whole, as well as being THE best example of comic book style to animation.” Ryan explained. “This is basically the raw material for an essay to submit to a few schools." 

“Lucky. Quantum Physics essays involve way less fun research." 

"You’re studying Quantum Physics?” Ryan sounded impressed. “Didn’t picture you for the science guy. It’s not something you ever talked about." 

"Yeah, well, that’s…not really the vibe I had going on.” Dylan hedged. “That’s for not-here Dylan." 

"Not here Dylan? You’re going to have to explain that, because that sounds fascinating." 

"Not at camp.” Dylan sighed, trying not to feel hopeful about Ryan finding any part of him fascinating. “So maybe I was a little nervous when I arrived in an uncomfortable social situation and maybe I overcompensated a little bit with making a bunch of jokes, and I slipped into a kind of stylish nihilist thing and it kind of stuck." 

"You played into it.” Ryan observed. 

“I played into it.” Dylan admitted. “People seemed to like Blasé Dylan." 

"Do you like Blasé Dylan?” Ryan asked the armor piercing question, completely serious. 

Dylan felt his heart skip a beat. He was so used to people wanting him to be a certain way, he couldn’t remember the last time someone asked who he wanted to be. At least not phrased as ‘Are you SURE you want to be that?’

“Not-yeah, you know whatever man, it’s cool.” Dylan tried to sound joking, but it felt a little flat. “I like Dylan Dylan.” he finally said.

“Well, I think it’s nice to meet Dylan Dylan." 

Oh no, Dylan’s gay little heart couldn’t take much more of this. Sincerity, his Krytonite. "Well what about you? You brought that bracelet for two months and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it?" 

"I’m not really a jewelry person.” Ryan admitted. “But Sarah’s a kid and if I didn’t bring it, she’d think I didn’t like her gift and she’d be crushed and it’s easier just to bring it and not wear it, you know?" 

"Do you wear it at home?” Dylan asked. 

“Not really.” Ryan admitted. 

“Then she’s gonna know anyways. Go on, try it on. Get used to wearing it now so you can wear it at home occasionally.” “

“Is this going to be my version of Blasé Dylan? Bracelet Ryan?” Ryan shook his head and put the silver bracelet onto his wrist. He left a small wave of vertigo rush over him. The world quickly snapped back into place, but Dylan was no longer next to him, instead balancing on the back of the next couch over, popcorn spilled on the floor, looking at him in utter fear. 

Ryan tried to ask what was wrong but only a barking whine came out. He tried to sit up but instead fell off the couch, landing on all fours. He tried to look himself over and only saw black fur and a tail. 

“Werewolf!” Dylan squeaked.

Werewolf? No, no this was not happening! Ryan pawed at his wrist (With his actual paws) and felt something dislodge. Suddenly he was collapsed on the floor, human, with the silver bracelet clattering away. 

“You’re a werewolf. An honest to god werewolf.” Dylan was still balancing precariously in the back of the couch, looking like he was on the verge of edging further away.

“Excuse you, I think you mean we are werewolves!” Ryan snapped back, panic in his voice. 

“Oh nonononono. I am not a werewolf.” Dylan shook his head so hard he nearly fell off the couch.

“And I wasn’t earlier today, then we did that magic spell you found, and your eyes were glowing after the spell! If I’m a werewolf you’re one too!” Ryan pointed out in a panicked tone. 

“We don’t know that!” Dylan said, clearly in denial. 

“Oh yeah, why don’t you put that beanie on and see what happens?” Ryan challenged. 

Dylan clutched the blue fabric in his hands and Ryan felt a little bad for pushing him when he was so obviously terrified. But Ryan was also freaking the fuck out. If he was going through this, he wasn’t going through it alone. 

He held Dylan’s gaze until he relented and slowly put the beanie on his head. His hands flinched away from his head a few times before he finally pulled it all the way on. Too fast for Ryan to make out Dylan toppled off the couch, the brown wolf a very different shape to the human previously balanced on it. 

“Holy fuck.” Ryan very much understood why Dylan was on the back of the couch. He knew wolves were big, but somehow still just thought of them as big dogs. Dylan was very very big sprawled out on the floor making panicking noises. 

Dylan started using his forepaws to rub against his head in a way that would have been adorable if he’d been a quarter of the size. One of the swipes revealed a flash of blue and suddenly Dylan was on the ground holding a beanie and screaming. He realized he was human again and began patting himself down to make sure everything was back to normal. “We’re werewolves. Ryan, we are werewolves!” Dylan’s voice rose to a scream.

"I know, I know I…Jesus, Mary, and Jazzhands.” Ryan half sat down half crashed down onto the floor. “What do we do, Dylan?" 

"How should I know? My plan was to be cute and charming and get your number!" 

"You said you’d done this magic stuff before.” Ryan reminded him, a little desperately.

“Everyone does magic stuff because it never works! Because magic isn’t real, except apparently it is and we’re freaking werewolves now.” Dylan absently patted the couch next to him for a pillow, dragged it down to his face, and then screamed into it. 

“Chris is going to kill me.” Ryan said, his tone distant. “He trusted me to be in charge and over half the councilors went to a night party and I got myself and you turned into werewolves." 

"Gonna be honest, Mr. H’s feelings are not really on my list of priorities. He’s not even our boss anymore.” Dylan said, still holding onto the pillow for more yelling. 

“He’s not your boss anymore.” Ryan’s voice was bitter. “He’s the closest thing to a dad I ever had. And he’s probably going to ban me from the camp forever." 

Oh. Crud. Dylan knew this feeling and he couldn’t just push it aside. He leveraged himself up to a sitting position. "It’s going to be okay Ryan." 

"You don’t know that, man" 

"Look, this is my first time accidentally turning myself into a werewolf too, but…my parents were religious and I was really freaked out telling them I was gay. Had a bug-out bag ready and Schrödinger in his cat carrier. It turned out fine. But…look, if Mr. H turns his back on you, he was a crap father figure and you deserve better." 

Ryan twitched a small smile, but it had more sadness than mirth. "I’d be two for two then. And…thanks, man. You going to be good with your parents?" 

Oh, he hadn’t thought that far. "Really not looking forward to ‘Coming Out 2, Werewolf Boogaloo’. Might skip it if I can, to be honest.”

“Think we can? Just not tell anyone? It feels wrong but-" 

"Not their business.” Dylan shrugged with more casualness than he felt. He picked up Ryan’s bracelet from where it fell near him and fiddled with it. “I told my parents I was gay because I didn’t want to hide it. Because pretending to be straight and having a girlfriend I wasn’t attracted to just to make them feel I was normal would crush my soul. I’d rather make a clean break if I had to. This? Oh, I am very okay with no one ever learning this.”

You know what? Ryan agreed with that. “No one can ever know.”

“Not a soul.” Dylan agreed. “Wait, you said this was silver, right? Are you sure?“ 

"Yeah, it was so tarnished at the shop, it looked like messy bronze. Grandpa taught me how to clean silver to get it looking good." 

"Then shouldn’t it be burning me?” Dylan turned it over in his hands. “And the sun’s down.” He added, glancing out the window where the sun’s last rays had long since fled. “So shouldn’t we be snarling rage beasts or something?" 

"I don’t know.” Ryan looked out the window too. “A lot of the older werewolf myths worked differently. No silver or full moon or bites. Sometimes it was a curse and the way to break it was something like calling the werewolf’s name or giving them clothes. Others had people make magic accessories, like a wolf fur belt, and they could change by putting it on or off." 

"That sounds closer to us.” Dylan handed back the bracelet back to Ryan. “So where did the rest of that come from?" 

"Honestly? The old Lon Chaney black and white movie.” Ryan shrugged. 

“Hollywood lies to me again.” Dylan bemoaned. “So is there anything that is magical poison to us that we need to avoid?" 

"I don’t know. There’s-there’s too many different stories.” Ryan shrugged. “Maybe…I feel bad saying it, but maybe we should check Chris’s office again? If he confiscated the spell, maybe there’s more?" 

"I don’t feel bad at all, let’s go.” Now with purpose Dylan stood up and held out his hand to help Ryan up. Ryan took it, pulling himself to his feet. 

“Afterwards want to crash the party as wolves and scare everyone back to the cabin? And then brag about being the smart ones who stayed put?“ 

"A second date already? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Dylan teased. “And it even comes with bragging rights.”

“Pretty sure the first date fell through. No Spiderman and chill.” Ryan reminded him.

Was he serious or playing along? “You’ll have to make it up to me.” Dylan gave him a wink and headed to go through the rest of the contraband.

“You take the files from his drawer, I’ll take the ones from his desk.” Ryan suggested, grabbing a pile of papers and leafing through them, looking for anything like the yellow paper.

Dylan sat down in the chair and began to rifle through the drawers. He pulled a small notebook out of the draw and leafed through it. “Laura Kearney and Max Brinley, “ he noted the only two names on the employee roster he didn’t know.

“Yeah, I think those were the no shows.” Ryan said absently, picking up a new stack.

“Ah, the reason we all had to pull extra shifts.” Dylan put the notebook aside and dug deeper. As he leaned back he felt something catch on the wheels. “Is that a trapdoor?”

“Really?” Ryan peered over the desk. “That’s weird." 

"Well, let’s see what inside.” Dylan popped up from the chair and pulled the trapdoor open. 

“I don’t know. I don’t think we’re going to find confiscated kid’s stuff in the basement." 

"We don’t know it’s confiscated.” Dylan pointed out. “Maybe Mr. H is a witch. Maybe he’s got some kind of full moon ritual to do and that’s why he was so eager to get out of here he told Kaitlyn and Abi he’d mail them their bags rather than open up the cabin and let them grab them.”

Ryan shook his head. "Like I said before, he seemed scared and freaked out by something. I don’t think it was a regularly scheduled thing.

“Maybe the ritual is important.” Dylan shrugged. “I mean, we know magic is real now. Maybe Mr. H is keeping an angry nature spirit at bay or something." 

"I can’t believe I’m considering this.” Ryan shook his head, more is disbelief than anything. 

Dylan peered down the ladder to the dark concrete tunnel. “You want to go first?" 

"You’re the one who wanted to go down at all." 

Much like when they were debating whether Dylan was a werewolf they locked eyes, and again Dylan gave in. "Fine.” He began to climb down the ladder when the sound of a far off explosion startled him into letting go. He fell to the ground, his body twisting so that he was on all fours, landing lightly on his hands and the balls of his feet. “Thank you Teen Wolf,” he whispered, before standing up. 

He looked up the trapdoor and couldn’t see Ryan anywhere. "What’s going on?" 

Ryan’s head poked over. "I checked out the window. Looks like Emma and Jacob found fireworks for the party,” he answered, highly annoyed.

"Did they light all of them at once?” Dylan rubbed his ear. “I thought someone set off a bomb." 

"Me too. That’s why I looked out the window, but nope. Just one kinda small one. I think our hearing may be a bit better than it was before." 

"Great, Schrödinger and I can hide under the sofa together next Fourth of July.” Dylan muttered to himself. 

“Who’s Shrödinger?” Ryan asked. “Your dog?" 

Well there was a point in the super-hearing column. "Cat actually.” He looked around. “Oh my gosh, Ryan, you are not going to believe this." 

"Why, what’s down there?” Ryan gripped the edge of the trapdoor like he was about to jump down himself. 

“It’s…nothing. Absolutely nothing. Had you going there, didn’t I?” Dylan gave a little smirk. He looked down the empty concrete tunnel. “Smells a bit weird, though. Like…like sickness." 

"Like vomit?”

“No like…like smelling the disease itself. The way it draws on the body causing it to waste away and the flesh becoming frailer and I don’t think I want to be down here any more.” Dylan turned around and climbed back up the ladder. Ryan reached out and helped pull him up the last few steps before they closed the trapdoor again. 

“That was freaky.” Dylan breathed, as Ryan pulled him closer. 

“Maybe that’s whatever the ritual Chris was doing was meant to stop.” Ryan guessed. 

“You really think Mr. H is a witch?” Dylan asked. 

Ryan shrugged. “I don’t think so, I’m just…not discounting it? Like, I’m a werewolf, we’re officially in anything goes territory.”

“If we’re accepting this could be something Mr. H is trying to hide, then we should expand the search.” Dylan made a meaningful glance at the door to Mr. H’s private room.

Ryan fought himself for a moment. He felt like he was betraying Chris’s trust, but he also needed answers. He pulled out the keys Chris had given him and undid the lock.

The quarters inside were small. A tiny bedroom off to one side, a bathroom a person could barely fit in, and a closet. 

Dylan beelined for the bedroom, looking around.

“Not many places to hide things.” Ryan commented.

“Ryan, never discount the most classic of places men hide things.” Dylan lifted up the mattress and pulled something from under the mattress

“Please, Dylan, I’m begging you. I do not need to know what kind of porn Chris likes.”

“It’s not porn.” Dylan waved the slim book in the air. “It’s about curses.”

“Curses?” Okay, that…was more evidence that Ryan thought they would find.

Dylan plopped onto the bed and flipped open the cover. “There’s a note written on it. ‘None of these look right, but maybe it can give us a lead to breaking it - T’.” Dylan looked up. “I think Mr. H is a witch.” he said in a tone belaying that he couldn’t believe the words coming from his own mouth.

Ryan sat down heavily on the bed next to Dylan. “So Chris is a witch, he’s trying to break a curse with this T person? And we just stumbled onto an actual spell and turned ourselves into werewolves?”

“Looks. Like.” Dylan looked as put out as Ryan felt. “So what do we do now? Can we call Mr. H?”

Ryan shook his head. “The only number I have for him is for the phone out there. And if this curse thing is really important, maybe we shouldn’t interrupt him.”

“I think the fact that we’re werewolves is a pretty important thing too.” Dylan pointed out.

“Yeah, but we’re not rampaging or anything. We should be fine until tomorrow.” Ryan tried to sound calm, but the way his hands gripped the sheet betrayed how much he didn’t want to just wait around. “So I guess we have two choices. We try to figure out how much being a werewolf changed us and how we’re going to move forward if Chris can’t change us back. Or Spiderman and chill.”

“For the love of God, Spiderman and chill.”

I’m all outta candy corn so you get some post-chainsaw flirting!

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“I think I’m in love with you.”

No shit. “I think you’ve lost a lot of blood. Hold still.”

Dylan propped his elbow on his other arm in an attempt to comply. “No, man. I’m serious. I could bleed out and die right now and you’d never know.”

“Except I would, because you just told me.”

“Exactly.” He caught a glimpse of Dylan’s face; his eyes closely followed Ryan’s hands while they worked to fix this stupid fucking mistake. “Y’know, this is kind of hot, you tending to my wounds and all. I really hope it doesn’t turn into some weird blood kink.”

Ryan unscrewed the bottle of antiseptic. “Dude, you don’t have to confess everything. And would you please hold still and try to relax? This is gonna hurt more if you’re tense.”

“Sorry. It’s the blood loss I think. Can’t feel m’arm.”

I’m sorry too, but you’re definitely gonna feel this. “That means we need to work fast. Do you have anything to bite down on?”

“Oh yeah, lemme just grab my sweater that’s totally not in the van right now…”

Ignoring the remark, Ryan cut a strip of gauze and folded it over until it could pass for half-decent padding. “Open your mouth.”

Dylan acquiesced. “Are you pothitive thith ithn’t doing anyfing for you?”

“You’re impossible.” What did he have to shove in this guy’s mouth to get him to shut up? The imaginary Dylan in his head cackled at his unfortunate wording.

—

186 possible endings and not one of them had rylan canon endgame?

date idea: i make you listen to my favorite podcast and then we take turns infodumping while we cuddle

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(pic from @crescentmoon-z )