#love him even tho he almost let ryan drown

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Let's see if I post this the day I started writing it or if it goes to die in my drafts

Fish (??? i honestly just started writing. dunno what this was for)

(He didn't know if a dead pufferfish was just as dangerous as a live one. Ryan would know.)

(The next morning, out of curiosity, he found himself asking. The boy seemed a little startled by the question, but he lit up at seeing that he was the expert in that subject. He shook his head, but said that you shouldn't touch them, anyways.

"Don't people eat 'em sometimes?" Sam asked, through a bite of oatmeal. He gestured wildly with his hands.

"Yeah, but there's a certain way to cut them, I think." Ryan and Logan's answer was simultaneous.)

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Fuel (Leo kills a man)

That fueled the fire like gasoline. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Leo dodged the swing that came her way and placed a well-aimed foot into the boy's stomach. He fell back, threw a clump of dirt at Leo, and she took the opportunity.

He was on his back and Leo stomped hard on his neck, earning several screams behind her.

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Feeling (cw for body horror I think)

Dylan pointedly did not look up, as the hand started to tighten. The demon's skin was ashy and gray, the hand thin and bony, black veins protruding through the cold skin. It wore a loose, turquoise shirt, and a white lab coat that nearly reached the floor.

Shooting a quick glance at Ryan, he had not yet noticed. Dylan didn't want to move, afraid of the demon's nails clawing at their skin. With a quiet hum of Ryan's name and a swift kick at the ground, their friend looked up, shot to his feet, looking terrified of the demon. Dylan didn't blame him, though they had yet to get the pleasure of looking at it.

Reluctantly, Dylan moved their head up, meeting the gaze of what they assumed was supposed to be Leo.

It had the same face, though gray and pale, black stripes slashed over its mouth. It had the same golden eyes, though bloodshot and glowing yellow, and it had the same brown hair tied up behind its head, thin and disheveled.

It opened its mouth, and the skin on its lips stuck together, sewn up like a doll, as it smiled big, lacking teeth.

This was an easy contender for one of the worst days of their life.

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Float(ed) (drowning tw)

The rotting wood creaked under his feet, mold and moss lining the cracks in black wood. Red waves crashed harmlessly against the poles. Through murky water, he could see arms floating.

If Dylan were here, they wouldn't have hesitated to go into the water. They'd have already found Elliot by now. Lucas would've been out ages ago. That was why they were taken away, they were too determined to find Elliot. Ryan wasn't determined enough.

If he didn't find Elliot, he wouldn't get Dylan back, and if he didn't get Dylan back, he'd be stuck here forever. With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath, willed himself to move, and stood right on the edge of the docks, and tilted ever so slightly forwards.

He plunged into the water, in what felt familiar. The water, this time, was red instead of murky blue, and when he was pushed into the lake at the fair, there wasn't a hand around his wrist, pulling him down. This time, there was, and he had screamed at the realization. Bloody water entered his lungs, tasting distinctly like iron, getting colder and darker the further they went.

He latched onto the pole holding the docks, digging his fingers into moss, reaching up for the surface. A hand grabbed onto his, pulling him out of freezing water. Jaxon held him close, shouting at a group of kids, frantically apologizing. Ryan didn't do much but shake, huddled against the safe figure of his friend.

Jaxon wasn't there this time. No one was there. He did not know whose arm was dragging him so deep underwater

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Part 2 of 911 episode 1x1 (part 1 here)

Okay so now that I’m sane again (lie) after finding out Ryan fucking Murphy is also behind this show and have accepted what that will probably mean for my mental state (another lie), I’m ready to get back to the episode (wariness levels are suddenly 100%)

Oh wait what? Really? I’ve been seeing this man’s face on my dashboard for the last two years and never realized he had a birthmark on his face? Well now I feel dumb lol

Wait he doesn’t run into burning buildings? Isn’t that the whole thing about being a firefighter? This might sound dumb but I’m asking because I actually found it weird when they went to save that one kid who almost drowned. Is it different in the u.s.? Because over here they would call an ambulance for strictly medical emergencies and the firefighters for fires or car crashes and things like that

I have to say the characterization that’s been established is pretty strong and interesting even from this early on! I mean… half of these characters have barely had any lines yet and I still feel like I know at least one thing about each one of them. That tracks now that I know Ryan Murphy is involved in this: his shows may have a thousand flaws but he (usually) has really strong great characters. Over the top perhaps, but great. Let’s see what we have so far:

Chimney is insecure so he lies to his girlfriend about the stuff he does at work. The fact that he met her on a dating website for people who are into people in uniforms (he’s basically her wet dream) and he still has to lie because he doesn’t feel interesting enough? That says A LOT

Hen is sassy and is always ready with a witty comeback. It may not seem like much but she has had exactly ONE line so far so… not that bad

Bobby is the easy going reliable captain who cares about the others but has a Secret Past TM. I know from the memes that the fandom calls Bobby the father of the group but twenty minutes in and he just straight up says it

Buck is the young reckless guy, he likes sleeping around and doesn’t take things as seriously as the others do. From what I’ve read over the years this apparently changes with his character development but right now that’s where we are

All of this and I’ve barely seen half the first episode! I can see why people like this show already. I’m a sucker for shows with well defined characters (and I like that a lot of their traits are coming up naturally)

A baby in a wall… is this a true story? Why does it sound familiar?

… he’s such an idiot, I love him already

I’m curious about this cop character and how they’re gonna handle her storylines. I’m saying this because I used to really really like police procedurals (castle, criminal minds, white collar, lie to me…) but then real life events turned me off them. This seems to be a show mainly about firefighters saving lives so there probably won’t be any over the top cop storylines. I’ll keep an open mind anyhow

No one kept the elevator door open, I like that sprinkle of realism.

Also I’m finding Buck’s character really interesting. First half of the first episode and he’s already been established as reckless and impulsive BUT also as responsible and careful with the baby. He is careless when he takes the fire truck out to get laid but he cares a lot when he is inside one trying to keep a newborn alive.

Yeah he definitely cares a lot but is also… naive? In a way? He got attached really quickly and needed Bobby to remind him that their job doesn’t reach beyond those doors.

I don’t know, I’ve read posts before talking about how much Buck cares about people and maybe I’m jumping ahead? It feels like that’s what they’re going for tho

Also I just realized: we’re never going to find out more about that young mother are we? We really are following the first responders point of view… after we reach the hospital it’s not our responsibility anymore.

Buck’s reaction to the mother is also really interesting because it was VERY unprofessional but also understandable in a very human way. Don’t get me wrong: he was 100% wrong and Athena was absolutely right in tearing him a new one, but he’s also young and saw something really awful. I like when characters are flawed and make bad decisions and the show can point out they are wrong while still not paint them as bad people.

Also, I like Athena. So far she’s the typical hardass cop we have seen before, but the actress portrays it really well

Well that was unexpected.

My first gay character on the gay firefighter show? Yay

Jokes aside, I didn’t expect this. The daughter reaction was pretty... unrealistic? I don't know. Going out of her way to say that she supports gay people IN GENERAL but not in this very specific case because it's their dad and there are going to be repercussions on them feels... a bit too scripted? Like... I can imagine two writers saying "make sure she says she supports gay rights and her anger has nothing to do with that or else people are gonna get mad".

She's a teenager and her parents have been fighting for days (or even weeks?) and she just found out her dad has been lying to them AND her parents are probably gonna divorce (even if they say otherwise)... it doesn't feel realistic that IN THAT MOMENT she would be going out of her way to make sure everyone knows she supports gay rights and that's not what she's angry about. That is a conversation that could have come up later on? I don't know, it also feels like I'm getting stuck on a detail that's not really important so I'll shut up now.

This feels like a more realistic reaction! She is clearly a very proud woman, so her feeling humiliated and lashing out makes sense. Also her acting is amazing.

Also this is getting wayyy too long so I'll make a third part.

[eienias20]

Bioshock The Collection Thoughts

For my birthday i got Bioshock the Collection on PS4 so i finally got to play through all the Bioshock games.

After all the time i’ve put into them (3 runs of Bioshock, 2 for Bioshock 2 and 2 for Bioshock Infinite) i gotta say that Bioshock 2 comes out on top for me personally.

Check it out 100%!

Scattered thoughts go, SPOILER WARNING

First off for the original Bioshock. I really did enjoy it, I already knew about the Little Sisters ending, i think it was in an old “best video game endings” type of video i saw years ago but i never forgot it cause even without context its a really nice ending. Earning it myself, yea it is.

One issue i kept bumping into for Bioshock 1 was that you had to swap hands and reload independently with specific presses. So during intense firefights i would swap to a hand that needed to reload and get stuck on the reload while stuff is shooting me. Usually the plasmid hand.

Beyond that, the game was really entertaining, getting the audio diaries and learning about the world was fascinating. My first run was just a normal playthrough, 2nd was getting all the diaries with a guide, third was a survivor run with no vita chambers. Thanks to NG+ it wasn’t that tough.

The plot twist that goes down when you reach Andrew Ryan was like WOAH that’s a twist! I really liked it. Couldn’t stop playing the game until i saw the resolution. Only game with a final boss, even on Survivor he wasn’t super hard but it felt good beating him every time.

Bioshock 2 / Infinite under the cut

Bioshock 2 is my favorite. The hand issue i had is nonexistent in two since both hands are active at the same time. No need to swap and it felt super good in combat.

Being a big daddy, adopting little sisters and protecting them. Really cute. Drill dashing into enemies always felt good. 1HKOing almost every splicer just YES!! I really wanted to see how Delta and Eleanor’s story ended so i played that game A LOT. Of course i had to run through the first few areas A BUNCH cause the game had a save file issue where i created too many saves between Bioshock 1 and 2 and it didn’t let me create any more.

My issue with 2 is only really centered around the antagonist. I freaking hate Sofia Lamb and not in a ‘love to hate’ kind of way just HATE. every time she sent a message or i got an audio diary from her its like ugh i hate her attitude and everything about her. The debates between her and Andrew Ryan were so infuriating. I couldn’t wait to kill her at the end of the game only to have to watch Eleanor save her. Big bummer.

As opposed to 1 having a gameplay snafu, 2′s is more a story bump. Everything else flowed well for me i just didn’t like Sofia Lamb. Also the game gave you every opportunity to save/kill Grace, Stanley, Gilbert and even Sofia but Sinclair, your stalwart partner thru most of the game. Nope. Putting him down bummed me out so much.

Nothing made me happier than getting the Eleanor Vigor and the prompt saying BRING UR DAUGHTER TO WORK DAY XD

Then there was Minerva’s Den which i did AFTER all the Infinite content, fantastic. Absolutely loved it. Cemented 2 as my favorite. No complaints on that one, it was great!

Last we’ve got Bioshock Infinite

Moreso than Bioshock 1, I watched an LP of Infinite years ago. I don’t remember who i saw play it but i remember the ending and the weird timeline mumbo jumbo that goes on but playing it myself helped me better put it together.

I found Infinite super fun to play, i really liked the feel of the combat. Firefights were a blast. it was really enjoyable! Story wasn’t nearly as difficult to follow as i thought it might’ve been. I understood it all well enough and i thought the ending put it all together nicely.

I will say my 1999 run was the opposite as i hated it. Enemies with crazy aim, losing 100 dollars every death. I stopped buying gun/vigor upgrades halfway through the game because i didn’t want to wipe. Handymen on 1999 made me despise the game completely. I was mad and not having fun. I was dedicated and pushed through to get the 1999/Scavenger Hunt trophies but i wouldn’t recommend. D:

“What about Bioshock Survivor / Bioshock 2 Hard?” well i didn’t do Survivor from scratch, NG+ alleviated a lot of difficulty. Bioshock 2 Hard just wasn’t that bad. oof 1999 tho. oof.

Last thing, Burial at Sea. Long post long, i’ll summarize. I liked playing Burial at Sea, once again i love the gameplay of infinite. i was interested in where the story was going but after finishing Part 2 i can definitely say, i did not like it. Bioshock 1, 2, Minerva’s Den and Infinite i like! Burial at Sea i do not.

The story resolution while the closed loop going back to Bioshock 1 felt like a nice bookend, i don’t like that it felt like it sacrificed everything about Infinite’s characters. It felt like it just negated any achievement in my completing Infinite and the end of Infinite’s story. it wasn’t a bittersweet ending it was just a bummer and i didn’t like it.

Watching Eleanor drown Sofia made me feel much better tho!

So there we have it. Ranking

Bioshock 2 :D

Minerva’s Den :D

Bioshock :)

Bioshock Infinite :)

Burial At Sea >:C

I still have a few trophies left to complete all the games.

For Bioshock, its the trophies tied to the Challenge Mode (i have some but not all)

For Infinite, i just have to complete Burial At Sea part 2 on 1998 mode. sigh.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Prompts 3, 6, 10 & 15 with Ryan Seaman

Prompt 3: I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid

Prompt 6: I just like proving you wrong

Prompt 10: If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god!

Prompt 15: Well, you’re coming home with me, whether you like it or not

Warnings: alcohol

Word count: 2 800

A/N: I’m the author, I can request as many prompts in one story as I like, and none of you can do anything about it! (I’ve discovered power, quickly, someone take it away from me before I abuse it and write even more for HSWKYS) Also again, happy birthday to Ryan!

It was not even that you had much to drink, but you felt giggly and light headed anyway, which, in your opinion was mostly due to Ryan’s presence. Your mind always seemed to give up proper function as soon as the attractive drummer was around, but in the many years of your friendship he never seemed to have minded. Even now, that you were standing outside the bar, where you had met for a couple of drinks, or in your case, one, bidding your good byes to Dallon and Breezy, he seemed happy to have you around.

For the fifth time in the past ten minutes you pointed out the huge full moon that hung close over the roof tops, the pale light making the dark less scary, and giving everything a fairytale like atmosphere.

When finally Breezy tore herself away from the conversation she had been having with you, and followed Dallon towards the closest bus stop, you turned to Ryan.

“We should go somewhere and look at the stars,” you suggested, instinctively reaching for his hands, but quickly enough you remembered that friends did not do this, holding hands and looking at the stars at the same time. You were tipsy, not drunk.

“We should go home,” Ryan disagreed, but by the smile on his face you could tell he was not mad, rather amused.

“But I don’t want to go home yet,” you protested, even as Ryan slung his arm over your shoulder and led you down the street.

“Well, you’re coming home with me, whether you like it or not,” he decided.

“With you? I got my own home,” you reminded him, but secretly hoping he would insist on taking you home with him.

You loved his home. It was cosy and warm, and it smelled of Ryan, and you always felt safe there.

“Yeah, but mine is closer, and don’t you dare thinking I’m gonna let you walk home on your own in the state you’re in.”

“The state I’m in? Ryan, I’m not drunk,” you pulled away from him and looked up at his brown eyes.

Admittedly, the world was a little dizzy around you, but you were standing straight up, and your steps were not wonky in the slightest.

“Yeah, but still,” he laughed, pulling you back to his side, “We can look at the stars from my balcony.”

At that you did not reply anything, instead you turned your head back towards the sky. Even with the street lights making it harder to see details, you could tell that tonight was wonderfully clear, just perfect to look at the stars.

The walk to Ryan’s place was not long, and gave you enough time to sober up enough to get nervous about Ryan’s arm, which he had wrapped around your waist. He was warm, as always, the kind of warmth that could never be replaced by the heat of a hot bottle, a good shower, or even summer sunshine. It was the kind of warmth that made you want to cuddle into his side until you fell asleep, the kind that made you feel safe and protected, and you had to actively resist the instinct to lean into his touch more than you already were.

When you had finally reached the flat, after having made sure to be extra quiet in the stairwell because of the neighbors’ kids, you took of your shoes in front of the door, as you always did, and earned the same punitive stare of Ryan you always earned.

“You know you can walk in with shoes on, right,” he told you in the same patient voice he used every time.

“It’s a matter of respect,” you answered, in the same dutiful tone as you were used to answer his question with, which made him chuckle.

“As if you would respect me,” he giggled, holding the door open for you.

“Not you, the flat,” you told him with a wink, and slipped in.

These four sentences had been exchanged about a thousand times by now, and every time they made you laugh and feel happy. It was a ritual, the sarcastic bickering between the two of you, it was proof of how well you knew each other, how you would always know each other in this little way.

“Do you want to dress in your pyjama before we watch the stars?”

Ryan was already on his way into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, while you were still trying to wiggle out of your hoodie.

“My pyjama?”

You tried to remember if you had left a pyjama at Ryan’s place. Usually these kind of projects, like right now, were spontaneous, and most of the time you just slept in your day clothes. Had you brought a pyjama over to Ryan’s at some point?

“Well, one of mine, I mean, can’t have you sleep in these jeans, can we?”

Stepping out of the kitchen, holding two mugs, he gestured to your trousers. Indeed they were not exactly very tight, but tight enough to make sleeping in them most likely uncomfortable.

“Oh, yeah, if I could borrow one,” you smiled, trying to control your heartbeat at the thought of Ryan allowing you to borrow one of his shirts.

“Yeah sure, they’re in the left drawer of the chest in the bedroom.”

He disappeared back into the kitchen, trusting you to find your way around the flat yourself.

You nodded to yourself, and walked past the living room and the door to the bathroom, when suddenly a thought came to your mind.

“Mind if I take a shower real quick,” you asked, having skipped back to the kitchen.

Ryan was already standing at the stove, nodding.

“Towels are in the bathroom under the sink,” he told you, turning his head to look at you.

A smile was plastered on his face, and for a moment he stopped his movement, as if he had suddenly gotten aware of something.

But you did not notice, instead you grinned back at him, and headed to the bedroom where you grabbed a shirt out of the drawer he had told you about, and made your way to the bathroom.

When you had walked past the door just minutes ago, you had realized how sticky you felt from all the sweating during the heat of the day. Even after you had taken a shower before going out, you had still felt the sweat coat your skin as soon as you had stepped outside the house, and even the air conditioned bar had been too warm. But if you really were to stay over at Ryan’s for tonight, you did not want to be all too sticky.

Quickly you jumped under the water, making sure to have it not to warm, after all you wanted to cool down a little. The smooth water felt nice, washing away the dust and sweat, and you even stole some of Ryan’s shower gel that was lying around. He surely would not mind, he had never minded before at least.

“Hey, did you drown in there? Cacao is ready!”

The knocks against the bathroom door tore you out of your little trance.

“Yeah, almost ready,” you quickly answered, turning off the water.

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!”

“I never used up the hot water,” you protested, but judging by Ryan’s distant laughter, he had only made a joke, and was already on the way back to the living room where a glass door led to the balcony.

Drying yourself off, you could not help but rethink his words, which had made it sound as if you lived together. And you always slept on the couch anyway. But something seemed different tonight, something was not as usual. He was more touchy tonight, joked around more, and it felt like coming home together to the same flat, was something you did every day. But more importantly: it felt like Ryan wanted it this way.

Once you were dressed in a pair of his shorts and a way oversized iDKHOW shirt, which reached until mid-thigh for you, you shook of these thoughts, and walked into the living room, and from there to the balcony.

Ryan seemed to have made an effort to make everything extra cosy out here. The small table and the chairs were pushed to the side, and a blanket was spread on the floor, against the wall were resting pillows, which usually belonged on the sofa, and more blankets were pushed to the side, if you should feel chilly in the quickly cooling night. The two mugs with hot chocolate were sitting on an empty, upside down plant pot by the railing.

“Sit down,” Ryan offered, and quickly went to turn off the lights in the flat so you could see more of the stars.

Still marvelling at his quick improvisation, you sat down on the blanket, and leant against the pillows by the wall, only slowly tearing your gaze away and towards the stars.

Seconds later Ryan was back by your side and flopped down unceremoniously closely next to you, very closely.

You tried ignoring it, like you always ignored it, and instead focused on looking up into the infinite black of the universe, and the millions of little, white dots in the vastness of space, that made up the milky-way, and everything else you could spot against the dark sky tonight.

“Here,” Ryan smiled, and handed you a warm mug, which you quickly engulfed with both hands.

Indeed while it had been still comfortably warm when you had left the bar, by now the air had cooled down considerably, and from the cold shower from earlier, your hands were still cool, so the warm porcelain was comforting, and so was the delicious smell of the hot chocolate.

For a while you sat in silence, sipping the warm beverage, relishing the smooth taste of the sweet liquid as it ran down your throats and warmed up your bellies. It felt as if the world had stopped for now, and everything that was not the sky, Ryan, or the balcony you were sitting on had faded into the background of unimportance.

Judging by Ryan’s quiet gasp, you assumed he had seen the short, but bright flash of light from the shooting star too, and when he spoke up, his voice was quiet and raspy.

“Make a wish!”

You smiled at this children’s game, but closed your eyes, and focused your thoughts for a moment.

“You too,” you encouraged.

“I wish-“

“You’re not allowed to tell,” you interrupted him, turning to look at the brown haired man with wide eyes, “or it won’t come true!”

“You don’t really believe that, do you,” he mused?

“But you believe in wishing on shooting stars?”

“Fair enough,” he agreed, and looked at you.

His gaze was soft, his lips curled into the faintest smile, and his brown eyes sparkled even in the dark.

For a while you looked at each other like that, and you did not even care that it might be weird to look at one of your closest friends like that. It did not matter, not right now, because he was looking at you the same way, and honestly, even though that had not been your wish, you really would not mind if it would never change.

“What did you wish for,” Ryan asked, his voice even quieter than before, but his gaze never left yours.

“Can’t tell,” you insisted just as quietly, ‘and especially not you’, you added in your mind.

Thoughtfully he hummed for a moment, and nodded, before he closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again determination sparkled in them. You were not sure what exactly would follow, but whatever it was, it made Ryan nervous. He had placed his cup aside ages ago, and now his fingers curled into a tight fist, his whole body tensed, and he bit his lip before he spoke again.

“Do you like me?”

The question was like a punch in the guts, and your head started spinning. What had given it away? How did he know? Would he ask you to leave if you told him the truth? Quickly you turned away from him, already feeling tears sting in your eyes. You wanted to get away from here, from him, as quickly as possible. This was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you. Forget the time you fell down a flight of stairs at school while your whole class watched, forget the time you bumped into your co-worker, emptied your cup of hot coffee over your shirt, and had to work in the coffee stained shirt for the rest of the day. This right here topped everything else.

“Hey, look at me.”

From the corner of your eye you saw Ryan reach out his hand, and moments later his fingers gently brusher over your chin before he carefully turned your head back to face him. Unable to be met with the expression in his eyes, you closed yours.

“How long?”

Instead of answering, you asked “Are you mad?”

Like you, he just replied with another question of his own.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

You shook your head.

“Can’t loose you over something stupid like this,” you mumbled, still not looking at him. “Couldn’t risk your friendship, you see. And I know you don’t like me anyway, so why try?”

The chuckle that sounded from Ryan’s lips eventually persuaded you to look up at him. His face was closer to yours than you had thought, his eyes squeezed together from how brightly he was smiling, and a strand of his hair dangled in front of his nose.

“You have no idea just how much I like proving you wrong,” he whispered.

And before your mind had even registered that he had lent in, his lips were on yours and he was kissing you softly, his hand still cupping your face where it had rested the whole time. At first you could not breath, yet at the same time if felt like you were breathing for the same time. Your lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work, while your mind was breaking free of all the restrictions you had put on yourself over the last years when it came to Ryan. Shaking, you lifted your one hand up to his neck, grazing gently his skin, and wrapped your fingers in his locks where they were long enough.

It was precious and warm, and when Ryan felt you respond, shyly, but with growing confidence, he smiled, and pulled you closer, as close as your bodies allowed him too.

It did not take long and both of you were out of breath, yours hitching in your throat every time he as much as looked at you, and you were painfully aware of the blush that was burning on your cheeks. But Ryan on the other hand could not stop smiling, not for even a split second, so you guessed you were even. Not that you had to care anyway, after all he liked you back, he liked you back. He did not mind that you liked him, he wanted you to like him, he wanted you close.

As if to prove your thoughts, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you into his chest, placing his chin on top of your head, kissing your hair again and again.

“How did you know,” you eventually managed to ask. Your thoughts were still spinning, but this one question had moved to the very front of your mind.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,” he chuckled, kissing your hair again.

“Debatable,” you disagreed, and turned your head to look up at him.

Seeing his chance, he leant down and kissed you on the lips again, almost giving you a heart attack.

“Probably,” he mumbled, “I mean… in the end it were Dallon and Breezy who convinced me to give it a try.”

“That already sounds a lot more realistic,” you laughed, earning a judging glare from him.

For a while you sat cuddled against each other on the balcony. Ryan pulled one of the blankets over you to keep you warm, and together you looked at the stars.

“So what did you wish for,” he asked again suddenly.

Smiling to yourself, you nodded. It probably was okay to say after the wish had come true.

“This,” you answered, looking up at Ryan, seeing he was already looking at you too, “And you?”

He smiled softly, like he always seemed to do when he smiled at you.

“This.”