#in this house we defend Ryan Erzahler

[ghostradiodylan]

In general Ryan gets so mistreated and overhated by the fandom and it makes me sad because I really like Ryan even in my first playthrough :/ I get that the part where he was arguing with Laura about the existence of werewolves when he watched Nick transform and run out the window was kind of dumb but he’s all around a great character who’s brave and helpful and he helped save everyone’s lives in the best ending….

While I don’t agree with all of their actions I can’t bring myself to hate on any of the counselors. They’re all young adults who are stuck in a horrifying and traumatic situation, of course they’re going to be flawed and not perfect. It just baffles me how Travis, Constance, Jedidiah and Eliza do the most horrible things in the game yet people viciously hate on Ryan : (

Oh, the actual adults in the game are absolutely The Worst. (Even Chris, though I think he wants to help, is incredibly negligent at best).

I think there are a few things happening here that can turn people against Ryan (and I'm not saying anyone has to like him as a character, we all have characters we vibe with and ones we don't, but it's worth examining why we don't vibe with some characters especially when those characters are Black or other POC, LGBTQ, and ND-coded).

Ryan is a victim of some of the less compelling writing choices in the game IMO. They don't have anything to do with his character, really, he's generally well-written, but some of the things that were cut from the game, and the way the relationships unravel in the latter half of the game does Ryan kind of dirty.

First of all, his relationship with Chris Hackett isn't fleshed out enough for a lot of players to understand why he's willing to sacrifice so much on the hope that his mentor isn't actually a werewolf (or a deeply irresponsible asshole of a boss). If they'd left in the scene of Chris following up with Ryan about following his dreams and going to animation school and the initial confrontation with Chris that was patched out, where Ryan questions how he hid this from them all this time when he cared about them and Ryan trusted him (literally heartbreaking to watch tbh 🥺), it might have been a little easier for players to empathize with his loyalty to Chris. This kid has no known father, absentee mother, aging grandparents, a sister he clearly feels a lot of responsibility for, and his father figure who he goes to for advice left him in the worst possible situation. Of course he's going to be in denial about that and about him being a werewolf until he sees it for himself, and then Ryan has to kill him. It's so fucking tragic. And he doesn't even get a second to mourn or even react because the Silas plotline kicks in immediately (and they spent all the animated tears budget on Jacob).

Then there's Ryan's relationship with Dylan, which I could (and will) write about for days. Based on the game we got, plus the cut content, I don't think Ryan was ever supposed to have the option to get with Kaitlyn. I think that's a red herring that allows homophobic players to avoid a gay kiss (kind of a fucked up use of a BAMF character and Brenda Song's star power but, ok). I don't think he was ever supposed to get to romance Laura either. But I do think he was meant to be able to either end up with Dylan, or decisively not end up with him. If they'd kept the relationship system that we still have traces of but no actual structure for, then his ability to say 'maybe neither' to Laura wouldn't be something players held against him because it would have a basis in the choices we've made as Ryan (and Dylan) so far. As it stands, it feels like that is unsupported by what's happened in the game when we've had Dylan and Ryan flirting with each other and taking an obvious interest in each other since they were introduced.

Even if you choose the less favorable dialogue options, Dylan and Ryan are never really shown to be truly at odds (with the possible exception of the gun argument, but even that pretty much smooths over in the end). Even if you have them be hard-headed assholes to each other, they still have their heart-to-heart on the way to the radio hut (which I really think was supposed to have an alternative if they had low relationship stats).

Complicating matters is the fact that a lot of people really love Dylan. Obviously I'm one of them, I mean, look at my url and writing choices. I think Miles gives the best performance of the game, hands down (and I think all the actors did really well tbh). He's a great actor (his line reads are flawless and that sassy boy body language? I die.) but he also gets a lot to work with in terms of the script. Dylan is complex and compelling in a way that tends to be highly relatable for most people. He's probably neurodivergent (ADHD) but it's portrayed in a more palatable way for neurotypical people. Plus, as an audience, we are primed to empathize with the person who wants to be wanted, who is afraid of rejection, who has the cute crush that we want to see reciprocated and is trying not to get their heart stomped on. We've all been there! That's a centuries-old trope in drama and literature for a reason. And while Ryan does not owe Dylan reciprocation, we see some pretty clear signs of it at least being possible. So the game sort of dangles it in front of players like we can make that happen with our choices and then makes a half-baked attempt to snatch it away. That annoys people and, I think at least partially because Ryan's race and stoic demeanor (/autism) have people subconsciously primed to view him negatively, they take that out on him instead of the SMG writers who opted for that rather than fleshing out the relationships any further for the latter half of the game.

Like, yes, it's a horror game not a dating sim (Ryan and Dylan dating sim DLC when tho??), but you spend so much time building relationships that end up not mattering to the outcome of the game, I get why that's frustrating for people. It's frustrating for me! I just think being mad at Ryan over it is the wrong take. I still see people saying "Dylan deserves better than Ryan." Dylan and Ryan both deserve to exist in a finished fucking game where we have the option to get them together or not, but blaming whatever happens, or doesn't, on Ryan as a character is kinda trash.

#the quarry #ask bunny #hello beautiful anon #bunny rants #I have a lot of thoughts #and feelings #in this house we defend Ryan Erzahler #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #rylan #radioheads #they deserved the world #patpat ryan gif

[grievedeeply]

clingy ryan 💯 like he's sick after that night due to him being in the rain, so you took him to your place and was at his aide. you let him sleep on your bed, planning to sleep on the couch for tonight and he's like "stay :("

this is soooo cute i am the number one ryan lover!!! set in a happy universe where the game events didn't happen for continuity purposes LOL. tweaked the plot a bit to make it easier for me.

gn!reader

tags: @alisblackgf @seasidesamir @pra-xiis @willowroom @blackhoodlea @tywrites @yawagucci @ziplokz @dylanlenievy @radio-heads @nesai @jamiieebee @cherrypop-xoxo @aspendvd @jjkk1m | join my tag list!!

tws: none, but PINING. SERIOUS PINING

in sickness — ryan erzahler

the beeping of the microwave shook you out of your thoughts of the pouring rain outside and the noises it made as it pounded against your windows. you turned on your heel and made your way to the counter, opening the door to the microwave with a push of the button.

the smell of fresh popcorn entered your nose and put a smile on your features. nothing would make tonight go wrong, and you knew it. you reached up to a cabinet above your head to grab a big bowl for you and ryan, your best friend, but you would be lying if you said you didn't want to be more than that. you pursed your lips. you needed to stop thinking about him like that, you knew nothing would ever happen between the two of you and if you continued to think that way it would crush you in the future.

you sighed as you poured the food into the bowl. you couldn't help your feelings. everyone said he was mysterious, brooding, a bit of a loner. though, over your time at hackett's quarry, you realized he was quite the opposite. he was shy, he wasn't a loner. he wanted friends, but he wasn't too sure on how to make them. the two of you hit it off really quickly and you were disappointed on the ride to the bus stop, knowing that you'd probably never see him again in person.

until he told you that he lived really close to your house.

it had been only a few weeks since camp had ended for the summer and ryan had been over to your house multiple times. the two of you always got along really well, sharing common interests and finding anything to talk about. it was easy, being friends with him.

but it wasn't so easy having feelings for him.

you couldn't help yourself. ryan was the sweetest guy you'd ever met. he always put you before himself, defending you in any situation. he listened to you, he talked to you, he cared about you. he was everything you had ever wanted in a boyfriend, but you knew nothing would come from it. he didn't like you that way— and that was okay— but knowing it hurt.

a knock on the door nearly made you drop the bowl in your hands, and you scurried over to the coffee table in front of the couch to sit it down before walking over to answer it. "coming!" you called, an involuntary smile on your lips as you opened it.

it was ryan. he was drenched, and you cringed at the thought of him being stuck in the rain. you glanced around his shoulder, seeing the silhouette of his car in the darkness behind him. at least he wasn't walking. "hey, come in." you smiled, and he returned it.

"i've already pulled up netflix. i know i chose last time, so.. it's only fair for you to pick what we watch today." you said, shutting the door behind him. he had his arms wrapped around himself, his hands rubbing up and down his skin as a way to calm himself down. you were glad ryan had left a spare set of his clothes at your house in case of emergencies like this. "yeah, okay." he muttered, teeth chattering as he looked at you.

"ryan.. are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah. i'm fine. just cold, you know?" he said, his lips pressed into a thin line. you didn't believe him, but you nodded. "your clothes are in the bathroom upstairs, top shelf in the cabinet." you replied, trying to hide your suspicion. he looked paler than normal. was he sick? why would he come out if he was sick? in the rain, at that? "thanks." he managed a smile, his hand resting on your shoulder for a moment before he walked past you and up the stairs.

you watched him as he left you alone. something had to be wrong, but you wouldn't push him if he didn't want to bring it up. you could only hope he wasn't sick. you thought back to last week when you went on a walk in the nearby park only for it to start pouring. it seemed plausible for him to be sick, even though he seemed fine on facetime when you talked to him last night.

you noticed him as the top of the stairs, his eyes half lidded as he gripped at the banister. "ryan?" you called, bringing him out of his almost trance like state. "yeah?" he replied. "what's wrong?" you asked, taking a few steps closer to him. "nothing. i'm.. i'm good." he insisted, trying to take a step down before his legs started shaking.

"yeah, you're a shitty liar." you muttered, meeting him at the top of the stairs. "we can postpone our movie night, yeah? just.. let me take care of you tonight." you said. he knew you wouldn't take no for an answer. "you can sleep in my bed." you told him, pushing at his shoulder. "go on, go. i'll get you some medicine."

he nearly recoiled at the thought of the taste, but he nodded and turned on his heel to walk to your room. he spared a glance back at you, watching as you walked down the stairs and into the other room. what did he do to deserve this? he was ruining your plans by being sick. he hated that.

he pulled himself into your bed, his shoes already abandoned at the top of the steps where he kicked them off. he would pick them up on his way out, whenever that would be.

"hey." you greeted, knocking at the door to let him know of your arrival. "got you some medicine. wasn't too sure what was wrong so.. this is for cough, congestion," you pointed at one bottle, "this one is for, you know.. sore throat." you muttered, running a hand over your head. were you going too far? you sat down on the edge of the bed, sitting down the medicine on the table next to it.

"thank you." he spoke, laughing quietly. you never ceased to amaze him with your kindness and ability to care for others more than yourself. he glanced at you, love evident in his eyes to anyone but you. he watched as you held up the thermometer in your hand, a small smile on your lips. "put this under your tongue." you told him, and all he did was nod as he took it from you. after a few moments, it beeped. you took it from him and stared down at it, "100.4." you muttered, biting at the inside of your lip.

"that has ibuprofen in it but.. if you need pills, let me know. i can get you a washcloth or towel to put on your head, too. my mom did that to me a lot as a kid. it helped." you chuckled, looking up at him through your eyelashes as he took the medicine. he held back a disgusted expression, blinking a few times to direct his focus to somewhere else other than the taste in his mouth.

"it might make you a little tired but, that's good. you should sleep. i'll sleep on the couch." you patted his knee with a smile, ready to stand up until he grabbed onto your wrist, keeping you were you were. "is something wrong?" you asked with furrowed eyebrows. he shook his head. "can you- can you stay? for a little while?"

you tensed up, your brain and your heart going at a million miles per minute as you stared at him. "oh.. oh, okay. yeah, sure." you nodded, taking in a deep breath.

this would hurt bad, but if it was what he wanted— what he needed— you would do anything that hurt you. you walked over to the other side of the bed, hopping up onto it. you sat there for a moment and looked out of the window. you would be thanking the rain if it wasn't for your unrequited feelings.

"thank you." ryan murmured, his eyes already halfway closed. "yeah, no problem." you spoke, biting your lip. you turned your head to face him. he was perfect, both in looks and personality. you wondered what life would be like if you had never met him. you knew you wouldn't be happier.

as much as it pained you to have feelings for him that you knew were unreturned, you wouldn't change meeting him for anything. he was a light in your life. he was important, and he was special.

"y/n?" his voice cut you out of your thoughts, and you hummed in response. "can i hold you?" he mumbled, sounding as if he were half asleep but his eyes were open. you cringed at the thought of being caught staring at him. "yeah, okay." you smiled, hoping that he couldn't hear the noise your quick beating heart was making.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you into his chest. his arm wrapped around your waist, and your hands rested on his stomach. this was really what he wanted? his chin rested on top of your head and you could hear every time he breathed. it was calming, soothing. it was nice to know that he was real and in front of you.

you felt his hand move in circles on your back.

"i love you." he whispered to you, pulling away from you for a moment to look into your eyes. you froze. did you hear that right? "what?"

"i love you." he repeated, his expression looking genuine as he stared into your eyes. "no, ryan. you.." you paused, shaking your head. "i know how i feel. and i love you. i want you. no one else but you." he murmured.

"are.. are you serious?" you asked, disbelief in your voice. "i'm serious." he laughed, his hand touching the skin on your back underneath your shirt. "i swear, if this gets me sick.." you chuckled, pulling yourself closer to him. you never wanted to let him go.

"i love you too, ryan. so much." you breathed out, the smile on your lips wider than it ever had been before.

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

[wrestlingoneshot]

A MARINE'S REVENGE (PT. 1)

(Pairing: Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy)

(Triggering Warning: Blood, Violence)

Days earlier, In a mess hall on the U.S.S. Thunderbird, Sergeant Ryan Erzahler was reading a book as his brothers and sisters in arms walks in and sat at his table.

"Sup, killer!"

Ryan rolled his eyes at the nickname killer. They knew that Ryan showed no mercy when it comes to defend for others. That's why he's the 'Go to' guy when the higher ups needed someone to carry a special mission.

"Whatcha reading, killer?" Marie asked.

"It's a book that Dylan wrote." Ryan said.

That's another thing why they all respect Ryan. He's bluntly tell them how he feels and don't care about anyone's unwanted opinions. That's why none of them questioned his love life or anything personal of his. They will be grateful not getting a bullet in the knees or worse.

"Awww! Oh! Didn't he just won like a sciency award for some kind of break through?" Brandon asked.

"Sciency? Is that even a word? But yes, yes he did. I wish I was there watching him receive the award. My wonderful smart husband. Sometimes I asked myself how did I get so lucky." Ryan said as he turned the book to the cover and seen Dylan's confident smile as the book titled 'Atoms: Founders of Time and Space?' by Dr. Dylan Lenivy-Erzahler. Ryan couldn't be anymore prouder than he already is.

"You must be so over the moon. Keep it up, I'll be sick at your cuteness." Marie said with a smile.

"Who would had thought we get to see the killer's side like this?" Brandon chuckled.

"Do NOT take my kindness for a weakness. Dylan only makes me like this. So, don't try me. Am I clear?"

"Crystal" Brandon said.

Excitedly, another marine ran in the mess hall. "EVERYBODY! LISTEN UP YA FILTHY PIGS!" The whole mess hall booed the man and the man laughed. "You won't be booing me after you all hear the news! We got the word from the commander in chief, WE'RE GOING HOME!"

The whole mess hall erupted in cheers! Hugging and happy tears all around.

"I can't wait to be back home! What's the first thing you all going to do once you get home?" Brandon asked.

"Spend a lot of time with my wife and two kids" Marie said. "How about you?"

"My girl is about to give birth soon. I'm so happy to be home and not me missing that. Plus, I'm thinking about proposing."

"She will love that" Marie looks over to Ryan. "So? Any plans?"

Ryan chuckled. "Just me and my husband. That's it." Ryan said as he looked at the book cover.

"Thank you for listening to my presentation. I hope I didn't bore anyone to death." The room filled with laughter and applause. "Thank you." A woman walked up to the podium. "Ladies and gentleman, once again lets give our thanks to Dr. Lenivy-Erzahler." Dylan smiled as the room applaud loud for him. He made his way back stage and let out a deep exhale and loosen his tie. Dylan never knew his life would be like this. If you would had told him years ago that he would be married to a wonderful man, have a home with him with two cats and a world famous career, Dylan would laugh at you. He still couldn't believe this.

"Dr. Erzahler?"

Dylan pulled himself together. "Hm..uh..yes?"

"I just want to say that I read your book and I am drawn in your thesis. You really think time travel is possible?"

Dylan smiled at the young student. "With science, anything is possible. That's a good thing about science. It can help us understand things to prepare us for the future. Curing diseases, even help us with climate control."

"You're brilliant, Dr. Erzahler!"

Dylan smiled. "I thank you young one. I got to be going now."

"Can I have your autograph before you leave?"

"Sure, but promise me that you wouldn't sell it online." Dylan said as he took the book in his hands.

"Oh no! I would never!"

Dylan laughed and signed the book. After they said their goodbyes, Dylan went home to his small one floor house that he and his husband shared. He walked in the quiet house that been like this over a little of a year. Dylan walked into his home where he was greeted by both of his cats.

"Meow. Mow, mow..meeeow." Dylan chuckled as his cats just stared at him. "Sorry. Speaking in cat isn't my strong suit." Dylan dropped his keys onto the small table and his briefcase next to it. He walked over to a picture frame with him and Ryan at their small wedding at the base before Ryan's first deployment. Dylan sighed. Usually Ryan sent him letters or during times they were allowed to call home is when he get to hear Ryan's voice. It killed him to not know what Ryan is doing. There were times he thought of the worst. Dylan picked up the picture frame.

"Hey Ry-Guy. It been a long week. I hope your week went smoother than mine." Dylan ran a finger against the picture. "I miss you so much, Ry."

"I missed you too, sweetheart."

Dylan jumped a bit and turned around in shock. Standing there was Ryan holding some roses.

"What? Not happy to see your husb--ACK!"

Ryan was interrupted by Dylan tackling him onto the floor. Dylan couldn't help but to kiss Ryan so many times.

"Dyl--*get kissed*--Babe--*get kissed again*--honey can't breathe--*gets kissed again*" Ryan laughed after every kiss. Dylan stops and sat up a bit as Ryan props himself a bit onto his elbows. "Now that's a greeting"

"Ryan! You're home! I--I could cry right now."

"No, no sweetheart. Please, don't. I want to see that beautiful smile in person. Not on some cover of a book."

Dylan smiled. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I could had gotten dinner ready and waiting for you. Or at least came and picked you up!"

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

"This is the best surprise I can ever ask for."

Ryan stood up and took Dylan's hand to help him up. "Well, I'm not done with you yet, gorgeous."

Confused, Dylan blinked. "What?"

Ryan chuckled. "C'mon." Ryan leads Dylan to their bedroom and it dawned on Dylan.

"Oooohhh!"

Many, Many moments later, tangled in their bedsheets, Ryan about Dylan, passionately kissing after having the most tensed build up passionate love making. Ryan took a minute to look down at his beautiful husband, who was panting slightly to catch his breath. Both bodies slick with sweat which shows through Dylan's hair by being sticking to his forehead. Ryan reach up to brush the hair away from Dylan's eyes. Ryan couldn't help but to smile at those warm chocolate eyes.

"You're so beautiful." Ryan said softly.

Dylan chuckled. "Wow. Who knew you like me all sweaty and sticky."

"Even better when I'm the reason that get you hot and...sticky." Ryan smirked.

Dylan laughed as he pulled Ryan back down for a long, soft kiss. Dylan pressed his forehead against Ryan's and sighed happily.

"I'm so happy that you're home. There were times that I thought I was going to get a call or they come to the house and present me with a folded flag.."

"Whoa, hey now. Babe, look at me."

Dylan looked dead in Ryan's eyes. "It will take a helluva lot to put me down."

"I pretty much like the fact that nothing can take you down personally."

Ryan laughed. "Ok. Well there is nothing can keep me away from you. This I promise you. I'll always find my way back to you."

"....I love you, Ry."

"I love you too, Dyl."

Ryan and Dylan shared one more kiss before Dylan smirks. "So, Soldier, got it in you for one more round, or did I wear you out?"

"Let's test that theory"

Ryan started nibble on Dylan's neck as Dylan laughed. Hours later, Ryan woke up from his cloud 9 nap where Dylan's side of the bed was empty. Ryan sat up and looked around the room. He quickly slipped on some pajama bottoms and walked through their halls.

"Dyl? Sweetheart?"

Ryan found Dylan in his office looking like he's stressed out about something work related. Ryan sighed and walked over behind Dylan and start to give Dylan a small shoulder rub. Dylan felt the tension leave from Ryan's touch. Ryan just knew how Dylan like to be touched.

"So, working again?"

"Something like that. I need to complete this thesis. It's like I know what to do, but it just doesn't want to come out."

"Hm. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Sounds like you hit a science block."

"Well, I need that block to be removed."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"How about mentally make a bulldozer and telepathically send it to my brain so I can get rid of this mind block?"

Ryan laughed. "As amazing that would be, no can do. But I do have a better idea."

Dylan perked up. "What?"

Ryan spined Dylan around in his chair and bend over to face him. "How about you and I go on a vacation?"

"A vacation?"

"Yes. A vacation."

Dylan thought about it. "Hm. Alright. But we need to pick a weekend and book our flights--"

"No no. We're not planning nothing."

Dylan frown in confusion. "...I'm sorry but what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, in the next few hours, we pack up and hit the road. We go where ever the wheels takes us. So you can not think about planning or anything. Just go with the flow."

"Go with the flow, huh?"

"Go with the flow. So, how about it, sweetheart?"

Dylan thought about it and nods. "Alright. Sounds fun."

Ryan leans in and kissed Dylan. "Good. It starts right now. So lets get the packin'"

"But I gotta finish-"

"Tut, Tut, Tut...it starts now."

"Wow, so demanding are we?" Dylan stood up to follow Ryan.

"But don't act like you don't like it. You did marry me after all." Ryan chuckled.

"Yeah that's because you begged me to. With the kindness of my heart, I couldn't say no. Besides you're easy on the eyes and the sex is too good to pass up."

Ryan laughed. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Hours later, Ryan was in the car as he waited for Dylan. Who god awfully took his time. He got in as the nerves started to kick in. Ryan watched Dylan tapped his fingers on the door handle.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?"

"Y--yeah! I am." Dylan bit his bottom lip. "Can we go check on the cats?"

"Dyl. Schrodinger and Artemis are fine. They're both safely at my sister's home with her family. Relax."

"Right! Right. Sorry, I just hate leaving them for a long time."

"Such a cat dad." Ryan laughed as he started up the car.

"You love them too."

"I sure do." Ryan reached over and held Dylan's hand as he started to drive.

"Thanks for suggesting this. We needed this." Dylan said.

Ryan lift Dylan's hand and kissed it. "Of course, sweetheart. I don't want to see you stressed out."

"Oh, before we go any further, can we make a quick stop in the city at the back? I need to make a deposit real quick."

"Sure."

An hour in, Ryan pulled up at a local back. He looked over at Dylan. "I'm going to get us a couple of drinks before we hit the road."

"Oh I want--"

"A Brisk Half and Half. I know."

"Awww! You're so good to me!" Dylan said with a smile.

"One Brisk and a Mountain Dew"

Dylan frowned. "I wish you stop drinking that crap. It messes up the male's testicles."

"I have yet hear you complain about my balls."

"At least not yet. Once they shivered up before you hit 30, I'm leaving you."

Ryan chuckled. "Ok. Is a lemonade good for me?"

"Yes. Much better. Thank you." Dylan smiled. "Love you."

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Ryan and Dylan went their separate ways. Dylan got in line to wait for a deposit slip. Outside, an unmarked van pulled up. About six hooded masked figures came out and stormed into the bank. The security guard stood up.

"Excuse me but no mask--"

One man pulled out his silencer and shot the guard. The others pulled out their guns and shot in the air. Everybody in the building panicked and screams. Dylan turned and watched the bullets fly. He quickly covered his body for a woman and her child. He quickly got them under a table.

"Sorry for the interruption, ladies and gents, it's withdrawal day and we came to collect. Now, like nice ladies and gents, I like all cash from the vaults and please do not stall. Don't think about calling the cops, or do something stupid, because I have a very, very trigger happy finger that is itching to be used." One masked man said in a eerie cheerful tone.

Dylan looked down at the scared mother and child. He pressed a finger to his lips. "I--It's going to be ok." Dylan nods. The mother nods as she cradle to her child. Dylan had to try to call Ryan. He is just around the corner at the store. Dylan looked at the family. "Stay here."

Dylan crawled out as he watched the bandits holding the clerks up for money. Dylan found a huge plotted plant that someone could hide behind. He quickly pulled out his phone to dial Ryan. But, one of the bandits was patrolling the area to make sure nobody was doing anything suspicious. His eyes laid onto Dylan. And before Dylan could press the call button, he felt the gun's barrel on the back of his head.

"...Shit." Dylan cursed under his breath.

"Well, Well...someone got some huge balls. Stand the fuck up."

Dylan complied as he slowly stood up with his hands held up. The bandit snatched Dylan's phone and hurled it to the other side if the building causing it to crack.

"Hey boss! Look, we got a brave heart over here!" The bandit poked Dylan's back with the gun. "Move it!"

Dylan quietly went in the center of the bank as the rest of the bandits collected the money. The so called leader, walked up to Dylan. "Well, now. Isn't this a thrill."

Dylan stood quiet. One thing about marrying a marine is that Ryan taught him to never show any fear. They will use it as a weakness a break you.

"Decided to play hero, huh?" The leader asked. Dylan stood quiet.

"A mute, huh? Refuse to talk? I'll make you talk."

The leader snapped his fingers. One of the bandits went to the mom and child and pointed their guns at them. Dylan heard them scream.

"NO STOP! C'MON! LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Dylan yelled out.

"You can talk! I knew you did." The leader walked up and pointed his gun under Dylan's chin. "Not so tough now are you, pretty boy?"

Dylan made sure his eyes glared down at the man. The leader tiled his head. "You look familiar. Oh yeah...you're dorky ass nerd everybody is talking about."

"....Fuck you."

"And he got bite! I like! You could be some use to me. Boys!" The leader snapped his fingers. One bandit came with a cloth filled with chloroform and covered Dylan's face. Dylan tried to fight against it but the chemical worked fast. Dylan got weak as two bandits grabbed Dylan. Dylan weakly looked over to the family and passed out as he was being dragged.

"Now, I'm a nice guy, so you guys got about, three minutes to leave or..." The leader pulled out a few dynamite. "It will be one fireworks you wish you missed." The leader tossed the dynamite onto the floor. Everybody panicked as they ran out the building. The leader took their time as they loaded up the van with the money and a unconscious Dylan. The leader was the last to get in and he signaled them to leave. Just as Ryan started walking to the building. The leader pressed a trigger button and the building exploded. The impact knocked Ryan backwards into a car. Ryan grits his teeth and shook his head. He had a moment to get himself together and realized that that back was the back Dylan was in.

"...Dylan!"

Ryan got up and ran into the burning building. Ryan coughed as the smoke was so thick.

"DYLAN?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Ryan started to go forward until he steps on something. Ryan looks down and seen a phone. He picked it up and pressed the button. The screensaver showed the picture of them before it finally died. This was Dylan's phone. Ryan panicked.

"DYLAN!! DYLAN!!!" Ryan ran out of the building. He frantically looking around and saw injured people and some dead. Ryan ran over to a cop car to grab the radio after hearing the dispatcher on the other end.

"Hello! Hello! This is Sergeant Ryan Erzahler of the Marine Corps we have trouble at Wells Fargo in Manhattan! Many wounded, a few dead. Send back up. And we have a kidnapping."

"Yes sir but do you know who is the victim?"

"Yes.." Ryan glared angrily as he grips the intercom. "Dr. Dylan Lenivy-Erzahler....my husband."

#drylan #dylan leviny #dylan x ryan #dylan/ryan #radioheads #ryan erzahler #ryan x dylan #ryan/dylan #rylan #the quarry