#Ryan Brenner x You

[lavenderstobins]

MY OTHER AUS

Steddie Ghost (1990) AU

Steve finds himself as a ghost in a mugging gone wrong. After learning his attack wasn’t an accident, he’s desperate to warn Robin of the danger she might be in. Enter Eddie, a not-so-con psychic, who can hear Steve. [tag]

Ronance Life is Strange AU

Steve Harrington is missing, Chrissy Cunningham is acting weird, and Nancy Wheeler discovers she can rewind time after seeing Robin Buckley get shot in the school bathroom.  Or: Nancy Wheeler falling for a dead girl. [tag]

Until Dawn AU

Four years prior, Barbara Holland disappeared on the mountain at Steve Harrington’s parents’ winter lodge. After the whole ordeal with Vecna, Nancy starts looking into the mountain, suspecting Barb’s disappearance might’ve been related to the Upside Down. When she learns that several others have gone missing in recent years, she convinces Steve to bring them all to the lodge to investigate. [tag]

Modern Josieverse

Basically what it says on the tin. Single parent Robin but in modern day. [tag]

Missing Kid AU

Some years after everything, Holly Wheeler finds a baby in the boathouse. When the baby leviatates something in front of her, she takes her to Wayne Munson, who takes her in. Kat Munson grows up with no idea who her birth parents are or why she was dumped in the boathouse. When she turns twelve, she sets out to find her birth mom. Or: 11 years after believing her daughter to be dead, Robin Buckley comes face to face with her missing daughter. [tag]

Ronance Atonement AU

When some of the Wheelers’ valuables are stolen, Mike points the finger at Robin, who he had seen with Nancy in the library prior. This is something he regrets for the rest of his life.  [tag]

Ronance One Night Stand + Accidental Pregnancy AU

Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley meet for the first time in a club in California. They have a one night stand and don’t exchange their information. A month later, Robin discovers she’s pregnant. She knows it has to be Nancy’s but she can’t find her to tell her, no matter how hard she tries. Three years later, Nancy and Mike move to Hawkins and Nancy discovers she has a two year old son.  An AU where Robin and Nancy coparent their kid and slowly fall in love along the way. Featuring transfem Nancy, transfem Stevie, transmasc Eddie and (briefly) single mom Robin. [tag]

QPR Stobin raising their kid AU

Steve and Robin are platonic life partners, lavender-married and raising their kid together. When their daughter comes out as a trans girl in her teens, they do their best to be the most supportive they can be. [tag]

Ronance She-Ra AU

Robin as Adora, Nancy as Catra. Sometimes flipped around for fun. [tag]

Ronance Transistor AU

Nancy comes to and finds that her voice has been stolen and her girlfriend killed. Robin’s consciousness has been absorbed into the Transistor, the weapon that killed her, so Nancy takes it and embarks on a journey to avenge her, putting an end to Brenner’s plan for good. [tag] [art]

Ronance Stobin The X-Files AU

Agent Wheeler finds herself assigned to work with Agent Buckley, who is well-known for cracking after her old partner’s disappearance. Adjacent to novakiart’s AU. [tag]

Stobin Ghost Files AU

Steve and Robin as Ryan and Shane. [tag]

Stobin Russian Doll AU

The day of his 24th birthday, Steve Harrington dies. This seems to an event that keeps occurring. AKA Steve (and Robin) stuck in a time loop, based off the show Russian Doll. [tag]

Ronance Good Omens AU

Nancy’s an angel. Robin’s a demon. Follows seasons 1&2 of Good Omens. [tag] [art]

Murder Suspect Nancy AU

November of 1983, Nancy goes home with Barb, and everything changes. A plot rewrite in a universe where Nancy is accused of murder in 1986 instead of Eddie. [tag]

AUs I haven’t posted about yet

Ronance Wizards of Waverly Place AU

The Wheelers are wizards. Steve and Jonathan, Nancy’s best friends, know. Robin, who Nancy is nursing a huge crush on, apparently doesn’t, and isn’t meant to. How do you woo a girl without accidentally revealing your family secret? Nancy’s determined to find out.

Ronance mermaid AU

Nancy’s a mermaid. Robin’s the best friend of the kingdom’s prince. When Robin almost drowns sailing with Prince Steve during a storm, Nancy saves her, piquing her curiousity about the human kingdom. She makes a deal with Henry Creel to trade her tail for human legs. The condition is that Creel gets her voice… and some other conditions she doesn’t hear about until after she signs. Mermaid Nancy falling for human Robin, vaguely following the plot of The Little Mermaid.

The Hunger Games AU (ronance, stonathan, platonic stancy)

Nancy Wheeler is reaped for the Hunger Games. To her horror, so is her little brother–until Steve Harrington volunteers in his place. Everything is centred on getting home to Mike. She plays up a romance with Steve, thinking it’s fake to him, too. They survive, only to be thrust back into things. That’s where they meet Robin Buckley, a previous victor from another district. Steve begins to fall for their mentor, Jonathan Byers, and against her better judgement, Nancy finds herself falling for Robin.

ST Yellowjackets AU

The Hawkins Tigresses find themselves stranded in the wilderness when their plane crashes on the way to nationals. Centred on Nancy, Robin and Eddie.

Ronance Dishonoured AU

Nancy as Corvo Attano, Robin as Jessamine Kaldwin.

Evil Josieverse

An AU of Josieverse where Robin died when Josie was three and Steve is left to raise her.

Bucklair apocalypse AU

An Upside Down-related Zombie Apocalypse breaks out in Hawkins. Robin saves Lucas and Erica, managing to get them out of town, but they find themselves pushed further and further out. They have no idea that the rest of the group managed to set up a settlement. An AU of the three of them navigating a zombie apocalypse.

Lumax Ghosts AU

Max inherits an old estate while she and Lucas are house-hunting. They move in with Dustin, only for Max to discover that the house is haunted.

[something-tofightfor]

Ben Barnes Characters - Masterlist

* Detailed breakdowns (summaries, ratings, word counts, warnings, etc) on individual character + story pages* 

* All stories feature a female reader insert* 

Billy Russo x Reader Masterlist  - Updated 12/28/2020

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Benjamin Greene x Reader Masterlist - Updated 2/22/2021

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Logan Delos x Reader Masterlist - Updated 3/15/2021

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King Caspian x Reader Masterlist - Updated 1/18/2020

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Ryan Brenner x Reader Masterlist - Updated 4/25/2020

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Sam Adams x Reader

Forget It (Sam Adams x Reader) Complete; 1/1. - WC: 3,790 - Originally posted 8/11/2019. Rating: NSFW.

Thanks to You (Sam Adams x Reader) Complete; 1/1. - WC: 3,238  - Originally posted 11/27/2019. Rating: PG-13

Firelight (Sam Adams x Reader) Complete; 1/1. - WC: 4,017 - Originally posted 1/20/2020. Rating: M

[the-blind-assassin-12]

The Next One Is Free

A PASSING THROUGH ONE SHOT POV REMIX

A/N: A long long time ago I posted an ask where for people to request befores, afters, or POV changes for any scene/ chapter of any of my stories, and @suchatinyinfinity​ (thanks Dani!) asked for the scene from Passing Through when Ryan and Reader meet from a different POV (which we get from Reader in the main story) and I am sorry it took me so long to get to because I had a blast writing it. It also goes along with the first prompt from this September prompt list- which I am going to try to utilize in some way shape or form through this month in an attempt to write daily. The goal for September is to empty my inbox and catch up on things I have been meaning to write so without further ado... 

Request/ Prompt: Ryan & Reader’s first meeting- POV Remix // September Prompt Day 1- the smell of coffee  

Word Count: 1k

It was a typical Tuesday morning shift at Caribou. 

The bell above the door hadn’t stopped jingling for more than a few seconds at a time as customers came and went. The chiming sound was accompanied by the near constant clanking of ceramic mugs jumbling together in the dishwasher and the drip, drip, hiss of the coffee pots to create a sort of soundtrack for her to work to. With only one song. One long song on an endless loop. 

Maggie stared through the steam of the espresso machine at the line of customers stretching out from the counter. Their number never dwindled to less than four no matter how quickly she filled cups or frothed foam. The fast pace could sometimes be exhausting, but it did help to make the time fly when she was consistently busy. Her eyes darted up to the clock mounted to the wall on the far side of the room, squinting to read the time as a man with broad shoulders stepped into the line. Ten thirty. One more hour to go. You can do this, Mags. 

By then she had already had her slew of early regulars with their routine orders and friendly smiles, their “have a great day hun”s and their “see you tomorrow”s genuine even if they were also routine. The daily stream of half sleeping students stopping in for a pick me up en route to their 9 am class a few blocks over at the UC Denver campus had already come through too, Maggie recognizing a few of them as classmates from her night classes and making small talk about assignments or upcoming exams as she made their drinks. There was also a group of middle aged women who she could count on every other week to take up two tables in the corner while they discussed whatever it was their book club had read recently. Though it seemed like it would do the opposite, seeing certain faces, chatting with the same people, even if it was about the same thing every time, helped make a monotonous job less so. 

Not all regulars were a welcome sight though, and she groaned as she recognized the broad shouldered man in the gray suit as the jerk who had made her new co-worker cry the previous week with his rude demeanor. Ugh. Not this guy again. It was undoubtedly him though, his voice cutting through the busy space as he spoke into the phone pressed to his ear with the same condescending tone he used to order his coffee. Letting out a sigh, Maggie capped the tiny cups she held and cashed out her current customer, mentally crossing her fingers in hopes that the jerk in the suit wouldn’t cause any problems. Please I just want my shift to end in peace. I have one more hour and then I’m free. I really just want it to go smoothly. 

The next customer, it seemed, had heard that silent plea, the man ordering a small coffee with a kind smile. He dropped his change directly into the tip jar, thanking her in a slow southern drawl with a tip of his head. He wrapped his long, tattooed fingers around the cardboard cup she passed him and stepped aside, heading for the table where creamers and sweeteners were stocked. 

Before she could even process the pleasant interaction though, the jerk was barking his order at her and she felt herself struggling to keep a customer service approved smile on her face. The effort wasn’t lost on the woman in line behind him, and she gave Maggie a sympathetic look. Luckily, the well dressed asshole didn’t have any complaints about his coffee this time, and since his order was simple he was out of her hair relatively quickly. Good. Now get out of here before-

But it was too late for him to leave without incident as dark brown liquid splashed onto his coat. Maggie saw it happening in slow motion, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was already helping a different set of customers when the nice but apparently clumsy woman who had just shot her a look of solidarity had spilled her beverage. And of course it had to be on him. Maggie watched helplessly as the woman tried to diffuse the situation before it became a shouting match, apologizing for the stain and offering to take care of his drycleaning. More than he deserves, but she’s trying. 

He wasn’t having it though, and just when Maggie wondered if she needed to call for her manager, the kind man with warm eyes was back to intervene. Though he didn’t appear to know the woman, he stepped between her and the jerk and addressed the other man directly. He calmly but sternly repeated what the woman had offered, telling the man to either accept her apology and courtesy or move along. For half a second, Maggie wondered if the well-intentioned canvas and denim clad young man hadn’t made things worse by stepping in, but something in the combination of his tone and the way his calm eyes flashed dark and serious must have made the jerk think twice because he left, grumbling about taking his business to the coffeehouse over on Larimer. Oh. Please do. 

Pressing a fully punched card with a hand-written “next one is free!” on the back into the hero of the morning’s callused palm, Maggie thanked him for ridding the shop of the undesirable customer and poured a fresh cup of coffee for the woman whose beverage the jerk had left wearing. Continuing to help the customers in line, Maggie kept one eye on the pair as they introduced themselves to one another, the woman thanking him again and both of them grinning over their steaming cups. Did I just witness one of those coffee shop meet cutes? Like in hallmark movies and fanfiction? 

Laughing to herself, she watched the two of them leave the shop, the bell announcing their departure, and hoped for one more thing- I hope when he comes in for his free one… they come back together. 

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[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 20

I think it was a 'I saw it coming' chapter, unlike the bullets. This is filled with fluff, to make up for the heck of a slow burn this story is going through.

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As always, hope this chapter is nice! Comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Sickness, medicines, mentions of a knife, food, rain. (I think those are about it)

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open just as twilight set in. She squinted her eyes to adjust them to the rays peeking through the curtain and looked at the time, before groaning internally and going back to sleep. It was then she noticed the coughing and groaning sound coming from beside her. Oh right. She was in Ben’s bed, having crawled in there after she wasn’t able to sleep in her own. She groggily turned on her side to see him wiping his nose with a tissue before gagging at his medicine and putting it back on the nightstand. 

Despite Ben’s faith in himself and his immunity, he did, in fact, get sick.

She chuckled quietly before sitting up on her bed, bending over Ben to pick up his medicine, taking his hand and practically shoving the medicine on it. 

“You need to eat this.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Y/N didn’t respond, just raised her eyebrow, giving him the ‘eat it willingly or you will be forced to’ look. He sighed before reluctantly taking the medicine, gulping it down with medicine, cringing at its taste afterwards. “Did you tell them you won’t be able to come today?”

“No, no. I’m perfectly fine, s’just a little cold.”

She kept the back of her hand on his forehead, immediately feeling his burning forehead. She tutted, “Surely you’re fine, sweetie.” If Ben would’ve been deaf, he would’ve smelled the sarcasm. She gently shoved him back onto the bed before covering him with the covers and giving him a thermometer. She asks him about food and after kissing his burning forehead, moved to the kitchen. 

Y/N brought him a bowl of steaming chicken soup with some medicine she asked his mother about. Ben was having a short nap while waiting as much as she hated to wake him up from his peaceful slumber, she knew she had to. Gently shaking him, she waited for him to realize where on earth he was, by checking the thermometer, she turned it to show it to him, as if to prove a point.

“Go on, say it.”

“I told you so.”

“I shouldn’t have asked you to say that.”

She shrugged before gently handing him the chicken soup. Y/N could sense his tiredness and she made a motion for Ben to scoot over a bit and settled on the bed. He kept holding the bowl while she patiently fed him the soup, while also scolding him for his actions, like a mother does with her child.

“I told you it was about to rain, you should’ve listened. But no, you wanted to be your own boss and went all sauntering in the rain. Regretting it now, huh?”

Ben whined and his lips turned into a pout. The corners of Y/N’s lips involuntarily curled upwards. She handed him a tissue before getting up from the bed to take the dirty dishes back but a hand on her wrist stopped her. She turned back to see Ben with the same look as before, pleading puppy dog eyes adding to the already irresistible face. Damn those dark eyes!

Ben’s words were just a whisper, “Stay.”

She contemplated her options. Not that she would leave the house anyway, but laying there with him would also risk her getting sick. It wasn’t much of a choice really, especially with that puppy face, so she just nodded before going to the kitchen and setting the dishes.

If she would’ve been made of ice, the sight of him would’ve made her melt. He was tucked inside the bed from one side and his head was gently resting on the pillow, eyes anticipating her arrival. All that was missing was a teddy bear to make her human form melt. 

She settled herself beside him, getting under the warm covers. Ben, even in his half asleep, pulled her closer to him, her back touching his front and nestled his face in the crook of her neck, with his hands around her waist. The need for a teddy bear was fulfilled. She smiled when he placed a little kiss there. She knew she would be sick the next day and Ben, as if reading her mind, voiced her thoughts, “You know you will be sick tomorrow, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I have you to take care of me.”

His response was a bit muffled, but Y/N could hear something along the lines of, “that you do.”

Sometime around the nap, their positions had been shifted so Y/N was laying with her head on Ben’s chest and Ben’s chin resting on head. She awoke with a start before realizing her surroundings. She slowly removed her head from under his chin and looked up to see Ben smiling in his sleep. The girl tried to squirm out of his grasp but he just tightened his hold on her. Y/N was trying hard not to wake him up, because she didn’t know how to take care of a sick person, anymore than giving them their pills on time. She tried again and was almost successful before Ben’s eyes fluttered open and with half open optics he saw her. Seeing the distance between them he whined like a little kid and reached out to pull her back in but she was already out of his grasp. 

“Knew sleepy Ben was a cuddler, but sick Ben is a toddler. Ha that rhymes,” she received a hmph in response. 

She gave him his medicine again before his dark orbs could persuade her otherwise. He didn’t look like he was about to go to sleep anytime soon, plus, excessive rest might not aid. Deciding to order takeout, she ordered Ben to move from the bed and fetched a game for them to play. He patted the place beside him and rested his head on her shoulder while they played a round of Ludo. She took little breaks to make coffee and get the pizza they had ordered. Ben won, by the way.

While he was freshening up after their lunch and the small swearing session from Y/N after he was declared triumphant, she cleaned up their mess and as she was putting it away, she noticed a guitar sitting in the corner of the room. She was bewildered having not noticed it before and settled down on the chair near the desk just as Ben came out.

“You have a guitar?”

“Yeah, I got one around a movie I was doing.”

“I’ll have to see that one.”

“Play something?” It came out more as a question, mixed with a sniff. She was handy with a guitar and the one she was holding, was actually both of theirs. She learned when she was teenager, Ben chose a piano, but he had to learn to play one anyway for the film. He missed those little domestic moments they had, blasting some songs around the house during a lazy day. Their jobs didn’t offer much time for bits like these, but they tried to enjoy the some they got, as much as they could. 

A week ago you said to me,

“Do you believe I’ll never be too far?”

If you’re lost just look for me,

You’ll find me in the regions of the summer stars.

Ben felt Y/N was singing the words right to him. The situation being when one of them was going to another city or country for filming. They knew they would be far from each other just physically but emotionally and mentally, they’re never apart. They knew the other would always be there for one another. They would always be each other’s comfort person or their shoulder to cry on. 

He once found her under the night sky one day, after a particularly bad day at school. She was bullied by some good for nothing seniors who thought they were better than anyone else. They had got into a nasty fight afterwards, and despite her repeatedly assuring him she was fine, Ben knew she was lying. They had a night picnic that day and both had danced while making a fool of themselves, both learning dancing isn’t their strong suit, under the natural twinkling blanket of the night sky, to a song that later on became the first dance at their wedding. But that’s a story for another time. 

The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye

Means we’ve already won

A necessity for apologies between you and me

Baby, there is none.

Ben’s mind went to all the times they fought. Sometimes they were childish, many times it was just teasing, which ended up with one of them chasing the other around the house. There had been a terrible fight about them not being able to make time for each other, which ended up with her walking out of the house into the cold, icy night. It was a fight they both regret to this day, Y/N for walking away without sorting it out calmly, and Ben, for letting it escalate to the point it did.

One time there was a scheduling issue and Ben wasn’t able to make it to an event Y/N had been particularly excited about. Guilt was eating him away and as soon as she came home, he peppered her face with kisses and apologized profusely. She had assured him it wasn’t his fault and apologizing wasn’t necessary but he still let out a string of apologies. He promised he would never repeat that.

We had some good times, didn’t we?

We had some good tricks up our sleeve

Goodbyes are bittersweet

But it’s not the end

I’ll see your face, again

They always had fun with each other. Even if one was tired one day, seeing the other just threw all that down a valley, they could see it in the other’s eyes. There were also little pranks, tricks to enjoy a boring day.

Ben actually had ‘tricks up our sleeve’ once. He was able to convince the crew to let him take the Ka-Bar his character Billy Russo was using to home. Ben slept on the couch that day, but he doesn’t regret his prank. (But don’t tell anyone that, or he might have to sleep on the couch again) 

And you will find me

Yeah, you will find me

In places that we’ve never been

For reasons we don’t understand

Walking in the wind

Ben had found her, he had found his Y/N, even if she wasn’t really his. After that day in the hospital, he, in his shocked state, had failed to visit her and when he finally evaluated the situation and had prepared himself for the worst, she was gone. It had taken him about a month to find her again, but every sleepless night was worth it. He was so overjoyed that he almost went and hugged her, but his mind being the villain it was, reminded him of the truth. He stuck around though, and couldn't really afford it to let her slip away again. 

That day in the cafe, he wasn’t looking for her. He was just taking a little break from everything. But he had found her that day, and for reasons he didn’t know but counted them as fate, a new found rush of confidence had filled him and he initiated a conversation. He knew he would find her, always, no matter where she was.

Walking in the wind

After their song session, added with some more songs, in few of which Ben joined her, they had their dinner and after a final check up, they both just sat beside each other while Y/N read to him, gliding her hands through his hair.

It was safe to say they had a very unproductive day.

[illshowyourhurricanes]

Mississippi Delta Magic

Here’s another filled request, and it’s about our traveling music man with a heart of gold, soul of fire, and fingers of a true virtuoso-- none other than Ryan Brenner. And what a life he has to write about! This was requested by the lovely @witchygagirl​ as follows: 

This one is actually unrelated to A Familiar Face or my other related one-shots, so it’s a stand-alone piece! Thank you for reading, as always, and enjoy!

Image prompt 11: Ryan Brenner x reader

Rating: PG for fluff and more fluff, with a side of fluff. 

Word count: 1879

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Special thanks to @something-tofightfor​ for beta reading!

“I went to the depot, looked up at the stars. Cried, some train don’t come, there’ll be some walkin’ done.”

When Ryan strummed his guitar, it was magic. The music floated through the air in D and A minor, an arpeggio of time that was broken down and descended. If you closed your eyes, you were sitting outside in Mississippi on a balmy summer night, dewy grass dampening your skirt as you watched fireflies blink out of time while you drank homemade moonshine. It was 1931 and Prohibition was in full swing, but your daddy didn’t care and neither did his backwoods friends. 

Ryan’s smooth-as-silk voice and long fingers dancing and picking guitar strings was your backdrop, and you’d always find your eyes fluttering shut during that one particular song, fully invested in your daydream. A small smile would tug at the corners of your lips, and Ryan knew why. You’d told him about your little fantasy late one night after too much Bayou Teche. You’d gotten it shipped to chill inside the refrigerator until Ryan arrived, and by the time he was gone, each of you had halved the beer until all you had left was empty,  brown glass bottles. 

The Geeshie Wiley tune was one of Ryan’s standards when he was off busking between hopping freight trains to his next destination. He played covers mostly, and most people seemed to recognize Last Kind Words, even with a male voice singing the lyrics.  You’d heard him play it dozens of times, whether out on the street surrounded by a small audience or the comfort of your front porch steps. No matter how many times, you were always transported back in time. 

It had been a humid, cloudy night in May, spring melting into summer as you sat next to Ryan on your old wooden porch swing, hung by rusted wooden chains. Your eyes were heavy; you were drowsy and instead of Ryan’s guitar in his lap, it was a small black book and a old, chewed up PaperMate pen— no frills, clear plastic showing an ink cartridge that was two-thirds used up, cap off and stuck on the pen’s end. 

Your eyes had drifted shut, your head resting on Ryan’s right shoulder. Almost asleep, you felt Ryan’s weight shift and the swing beneath you sway out of time. Eyelids popping open, you lifted your head as Ryan sat back upright, a scrap of sheet music pinned between his thumb and long, tattooed index finger. You saw that the paper was singed at the edges and just a partial page— less than half, the ink beginning to fade. Always learning about Ryan, you smiled softly as he tucked it back between two blank pages of his book. 

“I didn’t know you could read sheet music,” you spoke, Ryan’s head turning to look at you. 

“A little… sorry I woke you up, Y/N.” The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile as he looked at you with those eyes a few shades darker than chestnut. Reaching up, he softly brushed wayward hair behind your ear. 

Drowsy eyes meeting his own, you shook your head. “I didn’t realize I fell asleep… what’s the song?”

Ryan closed his book, capped his pen, and the swing tilted as he set his notebook on the stained wooden planks of the porch. When he was upright again, he shifted in order to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer. You breathed in deeply, always trying to memorize his scent-- the organic smell of the outdoors, tinged with soap from his shower. He kissed the crown of your head before answering.

“ ‘S one that you know,” he spoke softly, in a low voice. The music of night-- the chirping of crickets, croaking of frogs, screeching of owls and rustles of leaves under the tiny feet of rodents all went unnoticed when he spoke. It was no matter that his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’d be bold enough to say it’s even a favorite… might be a favorite of mine if I was forced to pick.” 

You thought for a moment, a small furrow settling in your brow. “That’s pretty general, Brenner. You sing Happy Birthday, and it would be my favorite.” 

Ryan only responded with a chuckle; he was really playing this game. With a slight squeeze of your shoulder, he finally spoke, but only to set one ground rule: “Only yes or no questions, Y/N.”

The smile he’d put on your face grew into a grin; there was an infinite list of things you loved about Ryan Brenner, and his moments of playfulness were high up there. They accompanied your love for his introspective nature, the fearless lifestyle he lived with a streak of adventure, how his overgrown hair tended to fall over his forehead in the same spot, how his voice transported you to another time… another time.

“Last Kind Words,” you guessed, putting just enough distance between the two of you to look up at his face and gauge a reaction. Ryan’s lips quirked, and his brow raised slightly in appreciation. 

“I didn’t know you read sheet music,” he joked lightly, punctuating the recycling of your words with a wink. 

It was the littlest of things that still uncaged the butterflies in your stomach, the familiar fluttering of their painted wings flickering in your abdomen. All it took was an unconscious hum, or a quick meeting of your eyes with his… a wink to make you feel like you could fly.

“Do I win a performance?” Catching his eyes with yours, you knew he would see the ‘I love you’ there without words. Ryan was in tune with everything he was presented, attentive and never distracted. You paused, the look in your eyes changing from one of pride and internal laughter to a slight curiousness. 

“You know the song,” you thought aloud, obviously introspective, “What’s a little scrap of its sheet music for? Burned at the ends, at that.”

Ryan hummed, and for one beat of time, you saw a faraway nostalgia in his eyes. “Somthin’ I’ve been carryin’ with me since I left Virginia.” Ryan never referred to home as anything other than Virginia. “Used to be a full sheet, too.” 

You knew that there was a significance; a story. How much Ryan would reveal was the only mystery, and something you’d grown to appreciate. He expressed closeness and intimacy in his own, unique ways that you had learned to understand. And Ryan continued. 

“When I was… let’s say, younger than ten, my grampa found me hidin’ in the garage strummin’ on his guitar. I was already figurin’ I was  gettin’ the belt, but he just came an’ he sat down. ‘You don’t learn chords, boy, you don’t bother touchin’ it, ya hear?’ Later that night, he gave me this sheet, just part of the song, didn’t say nothin’.” He’d averted his eyes, found a thread in his jeans to pick at. “An’ when I was older, I started learnin’ chords.” 

The nightsong began to get louder, you thought, as Ryan finished his story. Male crickets were getting more desperate for mates; so were the frogs; nocturnal predators were getting anxious for their prey. 

“I’d hopped a train, got past the point of anyone findin’ me and it was the dead of winter. I was makin’ a fire, or tryin’, but the wind was howlin’, I was throwin’ things in the tin I was usin’ to keep that fire goin’ an’ I grabbed that along with a bunch’a stuff that didn’t matter. That’s the rest of the story.”

Finally, Ryan abandoned that loose thread from his denim jeans. Head still ducked, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. You offered him a shadow of a smile, searching his warm brown eyes. 

Then, you took his hand, and with both of yours, turned it around. You surveyed his palm calloused from hopping trains, fingertips rough from guitar strings. You traced the lines of his palm— first the head line, located in the center, then his life line, and finally his heart line. Glancing up at him, your eyes landed on his lips, the small and almost undetectable smile of wonder crooking the corners of his mouth upward. His smile was contagious. 

Turning his palm over to look at the back of his hand, you redirected your attention to his long fingers— tattooed horizontal lines just below his top knuckles, vertical ones inked between the bottom two. You brushed the pad of your thumb over  the length of his index finger before lifting his hand to your lips and gently peppering tiny kisses over each of his fingertips.

In response, he gently took his hand back to use his index finger in lifting your chin. Everything I’ll ever need, he thought to himself in absolute certainty. She’s everything. Ryan drank in the color of your eyes, the slight slope of your nose, the shape and curve of your mouth. His eyes lingered there for a moment, and he used his finger to lift your chin higher. 

Without hesitation, his mouth was on yours, passion and tenderness combined in the way your lips met. Ryan coaxed your mouth open with his tongue and a small, satisfied noise tumbled from your mouth into his, your heart rate skyrocketing. When he pulled back to catch his breath, he kissed the tip of your nose and then your temple, feeling the slight, rhythmic beating of your heart against his lips. 

“We should go inside,” he suggested with a slight nod to the door. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he gave your shoulders one last squeeze before sliding his arm from around your shoulders. “I have a craving, Y/N.” Your eyes widened in anticipation as Ryan paused, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “For a root beer float.”

Laughter spilled from your mouth, Ryan following suit with chuckling of his own. “Ryan Brenner.” You attempted saying his name in a firm tone, but failed. “You’ll get that root beer float, but not without payment first. You owe me a song for being such a damn good guesser, if I remember correctly.” It was your turn to smirk back at him, raising your eyebrows in faux haughtiness. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied readily, nodding as he did so. “Guitar’s inside.” 

You stood from the swing and held out your hand. Ryan stood too, black notebook holding a memory in one hand,  and in sliding his fingers between yours, love held in the other. The two of you made the few steps to the door as you sang lines of the song he’d be trading for ice cream. 

“The Mississippi River, you know it’s deep and wide. I can stand right here, see my babe from the other side.” 

Your voice didn’t transport you to the riverbank in the way his did, but you knew Ryan would guide you in your journey through space and time just as soon as he held his guitar in his lap and slid on his fingerpick. As always, you were ready, imagining the flickering of fireflies reflecting off the river, anticipating the antiseptic taste of unlawful moonshine, and waiting for the magic to begin.

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Caspian X or Ryan Brenner

Easy. Caspian.

Now, I love Ryan Brenner. His voice is wonderful and sweet. The tattoos are hot as Hell. But Caspian is my beau. From the moment I saw him on the big screen, I knew I was done for. 😍

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can you recommend me some good Ben Barnes movies/series? im watching the chronicles of marine prince caspian/voyage of dawn trader over me over again because I cannot get over how GOOD he looks but I need more

Oooh hello, here comes my expertise :D So, let’s begin with the more popular ones. 

Obviously him being Prince Caspian and King Caspian, you’re already watching that, but just in case anyone needs this, I will write them down. 

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian [Film]

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader [Film]

I was not a big fan of Caspian as a prince to be honest. Of course, when I was a teenager, sure, but as I grew older I had to realise he was just an entitled little sh*t at times, just like Peter :D So, when I will start writing for Caspian, it will be enemies to lovers xD

I’m assuming I don’t even have to talk about Dorian Gray. It was one of his most popular movies and it will never be forgotten. 

Dorian Gray [Film]

It was his next big role after Prince Caspian with a very interesting plot-line if you ask me.

Probably you have also heard about Billy Russo who was played by Ben Barnes, but if you haven’t here you go.

The Punisher [Series]

It is a very good series, but you do have to be prepared for some bloody scenes and shootings and betrayal and all those heavy stuff. It’s not an easy watch, but certainly worth it :)

He also played Logan Delos, who was quite a conflicting character, but I loved him. According to Ben, some of Logan’s characteristics were actually based on him, which I have no idea how true is, but... please tell me more :D

Westworld [Series]

If you like cocky self-destructing bad boys, Logan is for you :D

Another one I thoroughly enjoyed is a movie he shot with Katherine Heigl. He is playing a very laid back guy and I can just see Ben Barnes’ real personality in Ryan Brenner’s character so I just loved it :)

Jackie & Ryan aka Love Me Like You Do [Film]

It’s more like a romantic, closer to real life movie, but it has a certain charm, that I found to be very sweet. 

There was also a film where he played Josh Sawyer a father, who got into a car accident with his family. It was quite a heavy film too. [x]

Locked in [Film]

I would say I enjoyed it, it was an interesting concept, however, critics have rated it very low, so I guess it depends on you. I’m not a movie expert so I wouldn’t be able to tell you if technically it’s a good movie or not, I personally liked it. 

Anyways, I will not explain every single series and films he has played in, so here are some that are also good to watch from him. 

I have watched

Killing Bono [Ben Barnes as Neil McCormick] [Film]

By the Gun [Ben Barnes as Nick Tortano] [Film]

Seventh Son [Ben Barnes as Thomas Ward] [Film]

Easy Virtue [Ben Barnes as John Whittaker] [Film]

I have not watched yet

Gold Digger [Ben Barnes as Benjamin Greene] [Series]

Sons of Liberty [Ben Barnes as Samuel Adams] [Series]

And as very side characters

Stardust [Ben Barnes as Young Dunstan Thorn]

The Words [Ben Barnes as The Young Man]

The Big Wedding [Ben Barnes as Alejandro Griffin]

And of course, his upcoming simp-worthy role as The Darkling/General Kirigan in Shadow and Bone, coming on 23 April 2021 on Netfilx :D

I hope this helps :D

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500 Word Kiss Challenge: Ryan Brenner

Pairing: Ryan Brenner x female reader insert (Neon Lights / Just a Place)

Word Count: 500

Rating: M (Ryan brenner got a lil smutty and I didn’t even plan on it. Oops.)

Scenario: A birthday kiss

The house was dark aside from the single light over the porch when he pulled into the driveway. Shit. He ran his hand through his hair, pulling the long strands away from his face and closed his eyes, tapping his palm on the steering wheel. “Shit.” 

It wasn’t that late; he’d driven home immediately after his gig, declining the celebratory beer offered by the bartender and the woman that had played backup for him, and he hadn’t expected the place to be dark. You’d been working when he left - hunched over your computer desk and scrolling though images you’d been sent last minute - so he’d had no choice but to leave you behind. Couldn’t pass it up, an’ she knew that. 

Ryan didn’t think you were mad at him, but you hadn’t answered his texts, and so he had no way to know for sure. Maybe she’s just busy. He slung the guitar case’s strap over his shoulder and locked the door, thumbing through the keyring to find the right one. 

 Once inside, he glanced around, frowning at the darkened interior of the house, a low light from the kitchen catching his attention. Hmm. He lowered the guitar to the couch, letting his keys drop with it, and Ryan’s booted feet carried him into the kitchen, hand trailing along the wall.

He wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, legs crossed at the knee and wearing only the t-shirt he’d left in your bag in Vegas, palms pressed to the table behind you as you leaned back. “What’s goin’ -” “Happy birthday, Ryan.” It was only then that he saw the source of the glow - candles on a round cake, plated and resting on the counter to your left. “Wanted to surprise you.” Goddamn. He was moving before he realized it, crossing the space toward you. Uncrossing your legs, he stepped between them and you reached up with both hands, cradling his bearded jaw. “Surprise.” He grinned, apprehension about your mood disappearing as he leaned down, tattooed hands finding your hips through the thin material and pulling you closer. “How’d you know it was m-”

“Saw your license.” You sighed as he nipped at your earlobe before he moved his lips to your cheek and then down, nuzzling against the side of your face. “Figured you didn’t ever tell me for a reason, but …” You hummed, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging as he groaned. “Couldn’t not do something to celebrate.” 

He kissed you - hard - hoping that you could feel his gratitude for the simple act of surprising him with a cake and candles, but when Ryan backed off enough to look into your eyes, there was nothing simple there. Good. “You gonna let me do somethin’ for you before we eat that cake?” 

You didn’t reply audibly, but he felt your legs tighten against his, giving him the tiniest nod of your head and biting your lower lip. “Whatever you want, Ry.”

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Long Way to Go - Chapter 1

Ryan Brenner x OFC, Grace Lin

THANKYOU so much to @the-blind-assassin-12 for casting an eye over this and for friendship and enthusiasm and thankyou to @suchatinyinfinity and @something-tofightfor for being so friendly!

W/C: 1550 ~ Warnings: None? General audiences.

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It was hot as hell.

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I checked the thermometer in the pastry display case. Melted cream cakes didn’t sell, and I had to keep the served-cold meat bao from spoiling, but at least the fortune cookies, red bean cakes and mochi would be good for hours.

People bustled past, some holding mini electric fans, others cooling themselves with tall iced drinks from the nearby Starbucks.

I took a deep drink from my water bottle. I’d topped up the ice cubes just ten minutes ago and they were already just a memory.

The two girls I employed cleaned tables, their hair scooped up out of their faces, chattering about some party they were off to later, and which popular boys would be attending. Their giggling made me feel every one of my thirty-two years.

The overhead fan whirled silently as the bell above the door tinkled musically, letting in a gaggle of teenagers. They kept me busy for the next few minutes, ordering a bunch of fortune cookies and bao, barely looking up from their phones as they paid me.

As one of the teenagers pulled the shop door open, a gasp of music broke my train of thought (mango or green tea cookies tomorrow?). Curious, I peered out of the window.

On the street corner, sitting against the trunk of a large tree planted in the sidewalk, a man played guitar and sang.

His head was down, but thick, dark hair peeked out from under his battered hat, the brim shading his face from view.

His voice was deep and melancholy, and it pulled at something inside me. I kept the door open, listening.

Quite a little crowd had gathered around him. His fingers danced over the guitar strings effortlessly, his low, sultry voice carrying to me on what little there was of a breeze in New York in July.

I got lost in the lyrics for a moment, and must have leaned on the door too hard. The bell tinkled and I had to hang on to avoid falling face first on the pavement.

Smooth, Lin. Real smooth.

Without skipping a beat, the busker glanced my way. His eyes were the very dark brown of expensive Swiss chocolate, concern shining in their depths.

I smiled to let him know I was okay, and his gaze moved over me for a moment. I felt every second. His eyes smiled first, and then as he finished the last note in a line, his lips curved, too, a dimple flashing above his scruffy beard, and oh. I was a goner. He was the most beautiful man I’d seen in a long time, and this was NYC, so that was saying something.

“Hey, Earth to Grace! You gonna stand there all day?”

The Brooklyn twang jerked me back to reality and I blinked, looking into the face of my delivery guy. “Sorry, Mikey.”

The bulky Asian-American grinned, casting a thumb at the busker.  “He’s all right.”

I tore my gaze away again. “He sure is.”

Mikey wheeled his little hand truck to the storeroom and started to unload as I served a young woman who had questions about allergies. She read my ingredients lists and decided on three pork floss buns, the ones hot from the heated plate. Just going near it made me near-recoil with the steam that bathed my face.

As the customer paid and I thanked her, clipping a business card to the paper bag, I glanced out at the busker. He was drinking from a water bottle, his head tipped back to expose the line of his neck. The bottle was near-empty.

“Hey, Kristi?” 

One of the girls I employed stopped mid-chatter to her colleague about someone called Dwayne and how dreamy he looked in a football jersey, and whipped her head round to me.

“Can you man the counter for a sec?”

She bobbed her head yes and we swapped places. I grabbed a bottle of water from the tall fridge by the door, the shaped plastic cold against my palm. I hesitated, then grabbed another.

The wall of heat enveloped me as soon as I stepped out of the door.

The busker looked up at the sound of the bell, shoulders bunching in his worn white t-shirt as I approached, as if steeling himself for something.

The crowd had thinned between songs, people put off from standing by the sheer heat of a New York summer, but the open guitar case held a bundle of notes, some fives and tens, as well as several scatterings of coins.

“Hi,” I greeted him. “Ma’am,” he drawled, softly. His smile seemed easy, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

I suspected that he was wondering if I was gearing up to threaten to call the police on his ass. 

I wasn’t.

I held out the bottles of water. “Thought you might be thirsty.”

“Sure am.” He smiled up at me, fingers drumming on his thigh, but he didn’t attempt to take the water. “‘S very kind of you.”

You stepped closer, offering the bottles and he finally took them from me . His hands brushed mine, his skin warm and tan, a little rough. I noticed the unusual ink on his fingers, wanted to ask, but politeness stopped me.

“Your music is beautiful,” I said as he unscrewed the first bottle, the second held between his knees.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He took a deep drink, and I tried not to feel like a letch, admiring the line of his neck, the bob of his Adam’s apple. “‘S a nice bakery you got there.”

“Thanks. I, um, never thought it’d be a thing. You know? When you dream about something for so long and when it finally comes true, you can’t believe it?”

He met my gaze. “Can’t say I know a whole lot about that.”

For the first time, I took in his attire properly - large burlap backpack, battered army-style boots, the laces frayed, the near-threadbare edges of his hat. “God. I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot-”

He shook his head, a shy little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’ be. I like it better when folks don’t have to watch their every word ‘round me. I’m Ryan.”

“I’m Grace. The idiot.” I offered a hand and he shook it, and his palm was wide and warm, a little calloused, and sparks of awareness slid up my arm.

“Do you often play around here?” I gestured to the little stretch of the Chinatown of Flushing, Queens, that my bakery sat on.

“No, ma’am. I’m a traveller. Been t’ New York before, but not this particular spot.”

“And how is this particular spot?”

Ryan drummed his fingers on his guitar thoughtfully. “‘S good. Folk are nice, for the most part.” He started on the second bottle of water, his tongue flicking out to over bottom lip after he drank. “Hot as hell, though, and I say that as a Southern boy.”

I opened my mouth to ask where in the South he hailed from, but Kristi appeared in the doorway of my shop. “Grace? Sorry, Mikey needs the auth code for this delivery.”

“Oh, sure.” I turned back to Ryan. “It was good to meet you. Your music is really fantastic.”

He ducked his head, smiling, a little shy. “Mighty kind of you, ma’am.”

By this point another little crowd had gathered, waiting to hear him sing, and I left them to it. I wished I could have the shop door open to hear him, but that would defeat the point of air conditioning.

But even so, throughout the afternoon, I kept glancing over, seeing him still there, singing. During a busy point I asked Kristi to go and bring him another bottle of water, and I saw the smile he flashed her, feeling jealous of the attention, and called myself utterly ridiculous for it. I hadn’t even known Ryan existed a couple of hours ago.

Customers thinned out. It was a weekday, and business always slowed down around six pm. I shut at seven, so at six-thirty I sent Kristi and Susan home. As they opened the door, I caught a line of song in Ryan’s soft, smooth drawl.

Nine hundred more miles, and I’ll be doin’ just fine-

When he finished, after the small crowd had dropped dollar bills and murmured their appreciation, I called out to him.

“You want to come inside? Have a cold drink? Use the air con?”

I saw the hesitation flick over his face, the trepidation mixed with curiosity, and in the end, the latter must’ve won, because he stood up.

“That’s it for today, ladies and gentlemen,” I heard him say to the people circled around him. A man tossed a couple of bills in his guitar case, and Ryan touched his hat in thanks.

The listeners dispersed, and Ryan settled his guitar in his case like a mother swaddling her baby; with utmost gentleness. And then he looked up, smiling, that dimple winking, and walked towards me.

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WIP Game - Previews

Requested by @theshadowkingsqueen - TY!

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My first attempt 😳 at writing for my sweet cupcake. There are such amazing Ryan Brenner fics out there from my favourite writers, but I decided to give it a go. This is intended to be a mini-series.

Open Roads

Ryan lay on his back in the open rail car, hands behind his head which was propped on his rucksack, and stared up into the blue beyond. The sky looked extra big today. Just a few fluffy white clouds floated across his vision as the train clanked its way over the points, changing direction and continuing its journey onwards to Sacramento.

Suddenly his thoughts of what he’d do when he arrived there were interrupted by something just as wonderful. Clear as a bell in his mind’s eye… a vision.

Of her. Looking up at him, her face partially nestled into the pillow, her lips slightly parted, his lips ghosting across them before his kisses became urgent.

He felt a thrill run through every vein as his mind supplied the memory of him making love to her. Her soft cries as he moved on her. Their climaxes, a short moment apart, hearing her calling his name in her sweet voice. His legs snapped together as arousal made itself felt in a physical way as well as in his thoughts.

He missed her. She’d been like oxygen to him, the few short weeks he’d spent with her. But he’d still felt the pull of the open roads, the need to move along out and onto the next adventure, those six months ago. And so he’d gone. He could still remember the sight of unshed tears in her eyes, his mirroring hers. But he’d gone, left. Hitching along the highways and trudging along dirt roads until he’d hopped his next train.

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This is a Logan Delos x Reader oneshot, based on Let You Know by Flume ft. English Grammar.

Let You Know

You wanna let me know

Now that you've let me go

Life is better still

And I guess somehow

You'll just keep on coming back

Juliet’s hand hovered over her phone for a few moments, then she squared her shoulders and picked it up. Logan wouldn’t do it, that was for sure. But she couldn’t watch her beloved (but infuriating) brother suffer in silence any longer. He was four months out of rehab and she was petrified that he’d relapse. If she could just help him along just a little bit with this, then she would. She didn’t intend to meddle any further than this phone call, she’d take a step back and it would be up to Logan after that.

She peered out into the garden, a big lawned area with a pool and flowering shrubs running down to the edge of a bluff and with a stunning view out to sea. She was glad Logan still had this place at Malibu. He seemed to relax here. She looked fondly at her brother’s lanky frame sprawled out on the sun lounger, looked back down at the phone and hit a contact number on her speed dial.

It rang for a few moments before it was answered by a woman, her voice saying “Juliet?” with a puzzled tone in it. Juliet took a deep breath and started speaking.

The call ended maybe 15 minutes later, and Juliet felt slightly more optimistic. She’d at least elicited a “Maybe” from her. She looked back out to where Logan was now sitting at the end of the lounger, hands dangling between his knees and gazing out at the ocean. She saw a sigh lift his shoulders slightly, and knew he was thinking about the woman she’d just spoken to.

She in turn sighed. I mean, the whole situation was entirely down to him, the stupid big fool, she thought. It was all his own damn fault.

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Hopefully appearing soon, and thanks again for requesting! 🌹🖤🌹

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Your Song (Ryan Brenner x Reader)

MASTERLIST

A/N: I am way too scared to try writing for Billy because he is one aggressive mofo. Ryan is such a sweet boi, so Ryan it is. I hope I do Ryan Brenner justice (And the prompt). 🙂 Also, is the title too cheesy? It feels cheesy (This has seriously taken me like thirty minutes to start typing up because I’m hella nervous. Am I the only one who panics before posting?). I think this went on longer than it probably needed to. Haha. Enjoy.

Prompt: 44. tentative kisses given in the dark

Pairing: Ryan Brenner x Reader (first time writing in second-person!)

Rating: M (language and it’s not even that bad)

Words: 2.8k

You stare out of the train car watching the nightscape zoom by. Your feet dangle out the side where the door is opened to the night air. It’s chilly and smells clean despite the train. A box of animal crackers sits open beside you, your cold fingers occasionally grabbing for one. Those cookies always make traveling better, something that didn’t change from your younger years.

Quiet music eases its way through the storage car from somewhere in the dark. You know it well, humming it to yourself often though it’s not as pretty from your mouth. The sound of the guitar soothes you to your core, played by someone you met by chance in the life of never staying in one place too long. A life without a home some would say. It was something you never minded until you came across Ryan Brenner.

It was stupid really why you found yourself on the neverending road to nowhere. You were running again. Guilt and the desire to move ate away at you the longer you stayed with your sister and her husband. They were always too kind to you and never once complained while you were around. You couldn’t take it anymore. You left in the middle of a night with a note to your sister with a promise to visit if you ever made it back to town and an apology.

That was when you found yourself hitchhiking on the outskirts of town to get as far as anyone would take you.

The sweetest gentleman pulled up in his pickup truck and had you hop in the back where he already had a few other hitchhikers. That truck bed was where you met Ryan.

He was on his way out of a town he spent a long time in – the reason being a woman you learned about later on. He said it didn’t end badly, but it bothered him all the same. Before you knew why he left, you saw the turmoil in his dark eyes. A war raged there. One side sought home and the other sought freedom. A feeling you knew all too well.

Chance kept you and Ryan on the same adventure. He got off in the same town as you. You left the same day he did. Three coincidental incidents started the strange and sweet comradery between you both. Traveling was no longer a solo activity and you liked it.

Much to your disappointment, your ability to sing wasn’t on par to join in with Ryan’s street performances. But you sure could dance.

You’d dance alone or with anyone who wanted to join. It was exciting to let yourself go and enjoy life. You met so many fun souls. And the way Ryan smiled at you when your feet stilled made your knees weak. His eyes crinkling in the corners and showing every ounce of mirth he had in his body. His teeth on display even when he looked away from you. It was almost too much for you to handle. The first moment you met him, you thought he was handsome and each time you spoke to him – looked at him, too – only solidified that fact. He was special to you and the feeling grew.

Your face flushes every time he looks your way with an ounce of any emotion. You can’t help feeling at ease with the notes he produces whether from his lips or his guitar. 

The morning you woke up at your next stop, head propped on his shoulder, was the day you couldn’t meet his gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

You fell hard for Ryan. He’s your home. Everything always feels right when he’s near. You’re safe.

You gaze shifts to the man hidden in the darkness of the train car. You feel the urge to move to the tune he plays. Instead, you grab another animal cracker and look at the starry sky.

You can see so many stars without all the light pollution from big cities. The end of the Milky Way’s arm stretches across the sky, the center of the galaxy under the horizon during the winter months. The sky is even prettier in the summer.

The scuff of boots brings your attention to your travel buddy as he takes a seat next to you. You offer a cookie and Ryan takes one with a smile you can barely see.

Ryan takes off his ratty ball cap, setting it to the side to run his hand through his messy hair. The number of times you daydream about touching just a lock of that dark hair is embarrassingly high.

You grab another cookie to distract your thoughts.

“You doin’ okay?” Ryan asks.

You nod. “Always when we’re on a train. There’s something about it.” You, Ryan. You on this train with me makes it all worth it. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” He puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, letting you see the high points of his face for a second. “We should be close to the next switch. Tomorrow, I think. You gonna be ready?”

You scoff. “How long have we done this? I think I’ll be ready, Ryan.”

“Can’t blame me for worryin’.”

You don’t. Train hopping wasn’t a skill you had before meeting Ryan. Buses, kind drivers, and your own two feet were all you needed. But Ryan has a terrifying ability to make you do anything with a single look. You doubt he’s aware of it. He could tell you the Earth is flat and you’d second guess its spherical nature.

“I’m not worried. I have you to help me out, right?”

A breathy chuckle. “Yeah.” He taps your knee and puts his hat back on. “You might wanna pull your feet in. We’re passin’ through a town soon.”

You sigh. “Fine. I guess I will keep both of my legs for now.”

The remainder of his cigarette flies out of the train as he stands. “We don’t wanna get caught either.”

You stand, gathering what’s left of your snack. You stuff the box into your bag. “I guess we should hide for a while, huh?”

The train lurches, brakes squealing in protest.

Both of you lose balance, but he recovers faster to steady you.

The moment his hands grasp your waist, your eyes shoot up to Ryan’s face. He’s staring out of the car while your heart thrums in your chest. You can’t tell if it’s from the train or his hold. Your face burns.

Ryan studies you for a second before releasing you and peeking out of the train car. “This isn’t a stop.”

You swallow and fix your beanie. “And that means…?”

“We’ve gotta hide.” Ryan takes your hand and pulls you over to your bags.

With quick hands, you two stash your bags out of sight with no plans to hop off the train. Once hidden, the two of you huddle in a small cubby the crates of some unknown product create in the car. 

Your knees are pulled up to your chest and you do everything in your power to avoid looking toward Ryan.

He’s so close, squatting in front of you and keeping you boxed in so if a worker spots anyone it’ll be Ryan. 

His scent is everywhere and you feel so small tucked between him and the three barriers around you. You have to close your eyes and take deep breaths to calm your nerves.

“You all right?” His voice is a whisper.

You look at him hardly seeing the concern on his face and nod. “Yeah. I’m good.”

The train finally comes to a full stop, Ryan swaying with it but staying upright. Both of you go quiet and listen.

You hear the faraway call of someone clearing a train car, the call repeating until it’s the next car away. It feels like an hour before the gentle crunch of pebbles sound outside the car you’re hiding in.

You freeze when a flashlight shines over your heads. The intense look in Ryan’s eyes causes your breath to hitch. He’s ready to give himself up if he has to, you can see it in his eyes. You love it and hate it all the same.

Whoever is searching the train shouts his confirmation that it’s clear, allowing you two to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ryan stands just enough to see over the stack of crates a moment before the cars shift to move forward once again. It causes Ryan to fall back on his ass and you to slide into him, sprawling over his legs. You smack his hands away when he tries to make sure you’re okay and you scoot back into the alcove with your knees back up to your chin.

“Sorry,” you murmur, holding yourself steady when the train starts moving again.

Ryan sits up. “S’not your fault. You hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” Ryan leans against the wall of the train car, lifting his hat just to run his hand through his hair.

“Are you okay?” you ask, playing with the frayed cuffs of your hoodie poking out from under your coat sleeves. “Sounded like your ass took a beating.”

He chuckles. “My ass is fine.”

Yes, it is. Your face flushes. “Uh, good. Glad to know.”

“Tired?”

“I could sleep.”

“Warm enough?”

If only you knew. “Yeah.”

“You’re better off sleepin’ back here in case the train stops again. I can wake you up if anything happens.”

“Sure. Can I grab my bag for a pillow?”

Ryan straightens his legs as best he can. “Just use me. It’s not a good idea to spread out our things if they suspect someone’s ridin’.”

“I can’t use you as a pillow, Ryan,” you say.

“Why not?”

Because I like you, doofus. “What if you need to get up for something?”

Another chuckle. “Lie down, Y/N.”

So you do, your head resting comfortably on his lap. You face away from him in hopes to hide your face, forgetting that he can’t see it anyway. Sleeping against his shoulder is one thing. It doesn’t help when he rests his hand on your head.

You barely keep your heart rate under control, but you’re safe. And that alone is enough to bring you rest.

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It’s still dark when the train jolts you awake.

The first thing you notice is the humming Ryan is doing. It’s a favorite of yours. 

The second thing you notice is the fabric your face is pressed into. Sometime in your sleep, you turned over and hid your face in Ryan’s abdomen. The zipper of his coat is cold against your forehead. 

The last thing you notice is his hand. Your ear is nestled between his thumb and pointer finger, the former rubbing short tracks along your skin.

You take a deep breath and roll onto your back. You catch a glimpse of Ryan’s head resting back against the wall. He moves as soon as his hand settles against your neck. Goosebumps rise under his touch and you are very glad you forgot to put on your scarf.

“How long did I sleep?” You sit up and yawn, ignoring his hand falling in your lap.

He takes it back. “A few hours.”

You hum and stretch, leaning back against the wall beside your friend. You shoulders brush against each other. “Thanks, Ryan.”

A half-smile is sent your way. “It’s nothin’, Y/N.”

You nudge his shoulder. “Do you need to sleep?”

“Nah. Not tired.” Ryan stuffs his hands in his coat pockets. “You can sleep some more if you want.”

You let your head fall on his shoulder. You look up at him once he starts humming again. “I like that song.”

Ryan turns his head a fraction to let you see his amused smirk. “I know. It’s why I sing it.”

You blink. “Really? Because I like it?”

“Yeah.” His voice deepens just enough for you to notice.

“I like everything you sing though.”

“Yeah, but you move differently to it. Did you know that?”

You shake your head. “How is it different?”

He shrugs, moving your head with the gesture. “I think it’s because you feel free. You never take a partner when you start dancin’ to it. You look euphoric and it’s a good look for you. It’s pretty… You’re pretty.”

The air in that train car thins. He thinks I’m pretty?

“I sing it so you can dance.”

A passing light shines in enough for you to see Ryan’s heavy gaze on you.

You lift your head. “D-Do… Do you want me to dance right now?” It’s a miracle he can even hear you.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You pull Ryan’s hand out of his coat and hold it in both of yours, blindly tracing over the tattoos on his fingers that you memorized months ago. “Another time then.”

Time stops the moment Ryan pulls his hand from yours and presses it against the side of your face. It’s so warm against your already hot skin. And the way his thumb traces the high point of your cheek, brushing against your lower eyelashes, puts your heart in your throat.

You know he’s looking at you because his breath fans over your face. If only there were more lights for you to see how dark his eyes are or the way his lips curve upward as he stares at what little he can see of your face.

This is not happening. There is no way this is real. I’m dreaming. That’s it. I never woke up. You grasp his coat to keep yourself upright, your body wanting to melt right there.

“I wanna kiss you, but I… it might be a bad idea,” he says softly.

Shit. This is totally happening. “W-Why is it a bad idea?” Kiss me anyway, Brenner.

“I won’t wanna let you go.”

You seek out his hand still on your face and cover it with your own. “I plan on sticking by you for as long as you’re willing.” Please, don’t let me go.

The rustling of his coat makes your stomach twist around itself. You can sense Ryan getting closer in the dark and oh how you wish you could see him clearly.

His nose bumps into yours, causing both of you to flinch and chuckle under your breaths. Using the tip of his nose, he runs it up from the corner of your mouth, over the apple of your cheek, and stops at the end of your nose.

Lips brush against yours and Ryan pulls away as if he’s still unsure to commit to it. But he comes back with a light touch. 

Your lips part when he pulls away a second time, a sound of protest coming through that makes him snicker. 

He kisses the corner of your mouth to tease you now.

You’re going to kill me if I’m not already dead.

You lean closer in hopes of connecting again but find yourself hesitating. What if I miss?

Lucky for you, Ryan bridges the gap with the longest kiss so far – though it’s still too short for your liking. You have little time to dwell on it when he kisses you again with such force that the air in your lungs disappears. His hand tangles in your hair, your beanie falling off behind you.

Fuck. Why didn’t we do this sooner? Both of your hands grasp at his hair after knocking away his hat. It’s as soft as you imagined despite not being washed for a day or two. You love it.

You change the angle of your head to deepen the kiss and to make a wild mess of his hair. You crave some sort of light just to see what he looks like after your hands have their time in those dark locks.

Ryan pulls away first to catch his breath, your hands practically glued to his hair. He laughs and nuzzles his face into your neck after almost bumping your heads together.

More goosebumps rise at the touch of his breath and you sigh like some lovesick puppy. “Damn.”

Another bout of laughter comes from Ryan as he sits up again and leans back. Regretfully, you untangle your fingers from his hair.

“Yeah,” he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You scoot closer to his side and place your head on his shoulder. “I think I lost your hat.”

He snorts. “It’s just a hat. I can find a new one.”

Your lips are still tingling when you press a quick kiss to Ryan’s cheek, his facial hair intensifying the feeling. “Sing the song, yeah?”

“Whatever you want, Y/N.”

You close your eyes as the first notes leave his mouth, the vibration of each note rocking you back into sleep.

The moment Ryan realizes you’re dreaming again, he hums the rest of the song while his fingers brush through your hair.

I’m glad we met, Ryan Brenner.

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Characters

Billy Russo

Ryan Brenner

Benjamin Greene

John Whittaker

Sam Adams

Caspian X

Nick Tortano

Tom Ward

Dialogue

“Well! You always know how to brighten up my day!”

“I’d rather count the freckles on your nose.”

“Who’s a good boy??!!”

“Is this seat taken?”

“The bed is taking up the whole space. What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Wellll!! This just got really interesting.”

“Did you really just say that?”

“Are you bleeding?”

“Please pass the cyanide, I don't want to go on living.”

“I hope it was worth it.”

“No, you don't get to say that, not now.”

“I can do this all day.”

“I need a nap.”

“Do you really think that's a good idea?”

“I’m allergic.”

“Clean it up!”

“Was that supposed to make me swoon?”

“I can't stop!”

“We need a lot more practice.”

“If we survive this I am going to kill you.”

“Oh, and I suppose it's my fault?”

You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah, right there.”

“You gonna eat that?”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“Look, don't ask any questions, just run!”

“Are you crying?”

“My eyes are up here.”

“What is that purplish mark on your neck?”

“Am I going to run into you everywhere now?”

“I never thought closets could be so exciting.”

“What in the world is that?”

“Please give me a chance to explain.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“I can’t believe you kept this all these years.”

“Why is your hair orange??!!”

"What's in it for me?"

“Are you planning to wear that in public?”

“Oh, no you don't!”

“How dare you!”

“Chocolate solves everything.”

“Exactly how drunk are you?”

“It wouldn't be the same without you.”

“Stop that, people will see!”

"Sorry, one's more than enough for me."

"Scoot over next to me and nobody will see anything."

"Do you always have to take everything too far?"

"You're dead to me!"

"You are quite possibly the very dumbest person in the long and storied history of dumb people."

“Ma’am, is this your dog?”

“No, it’s really not that complicated. He’s a bad person.”

“Hey… what’s wrong with your face?”

“The king is missing.”

“Ah yes, come in. Close the door behind you.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“Um, sorry. That one’s not for sale.”

“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

“Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real daddy is?”

“I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”

“Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

“Just sit around and cry, then. I don’t have that luxury.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

“That’s the nice thing about telling the truth. You don’t have nearly as much to keep track of.”

“Of course we’re best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans.”

“That’s the least of your worries.”

“Do you trust me?”

“You found it on the beach? You know, when most people take a walk on the beach, they pick up seashells.”

“Sir. This is for children only.”

“I haven’t tried this on a human yet, but it should be very similar.”

“What? I meant it as a compliment.”

“Who put this in my coat pocket?”

“I can’t do this any more."

“I know you did your best, but it just wasn’t enough.”

“Even if I could stop it, I wouldn’t.”

“You have got to see this.”

“I don’t really think of myself as a thief…”

“Are you just going to keep walking by or are you going to come in?”

“Please return to your assigned seat.”

“Dude. It’s 3 in the morning.”

“I can’t believe I used to think he was attractive.”

“Where are your clothes?”

“Well, you have me here. What now, pray tell?"

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“I should have told you this a long time ago.”

“I am only telling the truth when I say that you have not behaved completely as a gentleman in this matter.”

“I thought we were friends!”

“I thought I loved you, but I don’t even think I know who you really are.”

“She’s evil, but she does have a point there.”

“I didn’t know you could talk.”

“Sweetie, what were you thinking?”

“What makes you think it was an accident?”

“I know you’re here. You may as well show yourself.”

“This isn’t going to be a typical best man speech.”

“We thought at first that it was part of the performance.”

“I would break his thumbs right now if I could.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“That’s the worst reason I’ve ever heard to have a baby.”

“I didn’t even recognize you!”

“Is it worth breaking your vows over?”

“I told you not to read that.”

“Put the turkey down.”

“I didn’t ask to be abducted.”

“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Where did you learn how to do that?”

“I thought you had him!”

“Humility is not one of my many virtues.”

“How can you stand living here?”

“You don’t have the correct paperwork.”

“Careful not to break the—oh.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but yes.”

“Well aren’t you the cutest little thing?”

“Please don’t use sarcasm. It confuses me to think you're capable of wit.”

“After we lost you, things just weren’t the same.”

“If you were logical you would’ve killed me already.”

“Well, that could’ve gone better.”

“Sometimes I feel like she’s still at my side.”

“We’ve been waiting two hours.”

“Your services are no longer required.”

“I feel like we’ve met before…”

“Does he hit you?”

“Yes, it’s a questionable line of work, but I’m good at it.”

“She’s in the building.”

“Wow! It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I’m cured. I swear.”

“My chances of living to a ripe old age are unfortunately excellent.”

“Let’s face it, you don’t exactly blend in.”

“Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to kiss me?”

“Seriously?”

“That does not look good.”

“You were in an accident. Can you tell me your name?”

“Pretend to be here with me, this creep won't leave me alone!”

“Is that a gun/knife/crossbow in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

"I can't believe you did that!"

“That is the worst line I have ever heard.”

“The next time you break the law, don’t do it in front of so many witnesses.”

“Sometimes being a total bookworm pays off.”

Places

Hallway

Sidewalk

Lake cottage

Hospital

Your residence

Restaurant

Wedding

Funeral

Jail

The beach

A Society function/ball

The Forest

A cave

the mountains

A ship

A shop

a park

Library

An attic

A bar or pub

Scenarios

Reunion

Injured In a fight

Best friends to lovers

Stranded together

Drunk

Jealousy

You’re his tutor

Meet the parents

Waiting Room

Cooking/baking

Kidnapped

Blackmail

Mistaken identity

Both reaching for the last one

Forbidden love

Belated love epiphany

Road trip romance

Second chance

The one that got away

Marriage of convenience

Lose a bet

Wingman fail

Bodyguard

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Undefined Duet

500 followers/ 500 word drabble #13

A/N: Just a few more of these little drabbles to go! They’ve been fun for me to write, so I hope they have been fun for you to read as well. This one follows the Passing Through timeline, when Ryan travels back to Denver to take Max up on his offer to record in his studio, roughly 3-4 months after meeting you in that coffee shop. Thank you @fific7​ for the picture prompt! 

“Got it, great stuff man!” Max gave him a thumbs up from the booth, then took his finger off of the speaker, the machine clicking. 

Ryan rested his guitar on his thighs, nodding in response, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He’d just finished up one of his favorites, and he could still feel it in his chest. That one always feels… good. It wasn’t an original song, but it was one that he’d been playing for years, one that he’d gotten extremely comfortable with. It was also one of the first songs that the two of you had ever played together, and therefore it held an even more prominent place in his catalog than it had before that day on 16th Street. He could still picture you sitting at the painted piano, hands suspended over the keys, tongue poking between your lips as you waited for him to count you in. The memory kept that warm feeling swirling in his chest for a few minutes longer. You’d played it together more than a handful of times since then, but it was always that chilly day that came to mind when his fingers found the chords of that song. Wonder if it’s the same for her. 

Max clicked the speaker button once more to let him know that he could take a few minutes between tracks while he made some adjustments to his equipment. Ryan nodded again, a stray piece of hair falling over his forehead as he leaned forward on his stool to set his instrument back in its case. Standing, he lifted a hand to swipe the strands away, reaching for his water bottle with the other. Twisting the cap off, he glanced back up at the booth’s window to catch you watching him. Hey, Junebug. 

Smiling around the mouth of the bottle, he drank without breaking eye contact with you. Your cheeks flushed and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, shrugging your shoulders before releasing the trapped flesh and letting your smile match his. Damn, she’s… He closed the bottle and put it down on his stool. Things between you were still undefined, but he realized then that undefined didn’t mean unsure- that he’d been sure that there was something worth exploring between the two of you since he’d kissed you under the stars in that train car somewhere in the Kansas plains. 

He’d been debating which song to play next, going between Southbound and a few others he’d written, but the color in your cheeks and the little scrunch of your nose gave him his answer- Take Me Along, the song you’d helped him finish on your unfurnished living room floor. ‘Course that’s the right one. Ryan cocked his head, motioning for you to join him on his side of the glass. Confused, you furrowed your brow but stood and disappeared from view before the soundproof paneled door opened and you stepped in. 

“Hey, what’s-” 

“Will you sing with me, Junebug?” 

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