#ryan brenner x you

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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.

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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

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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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Just in case it isn’t clear to some folks: I love Ryan Brenner an inordinate and infinite amount.

I know this chapter had a ton going on, but this was in my brain in the background:

(And lets not forget Georgie... I know wrong instrument, but right vibe)

AND THEN!!

Ugh. I’m toast. I am scorched bread for this man.

A Familiar Face (Part 7)

How about a chapter instead of a Sunday snippet? I love this story, and an update is far overdue!  As a short refresher since I took so long (apologies!), your apartment has been broken into and ransacked. Ryan is with you and helps you sift through the wreckage as much as he is able. But you have a confession to make: you know who is the culprit, and you can’t hide the truth anymore.  (Parts 1-6 can be found on my masterlist!

Rating: PG for a little steaminess

Word count: 3390 (Because Ryan gets to me and I lose any and all self-control.)

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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.

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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. 😍

Thanks for sending this in!

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Who’s in the mood for a little Ryan Brenner to brighten up Thursday?

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Again... reblogging because Ryan Brenner deserves it, and so does @its-my-little-dumpster-fire who took the time to create a true to character look into a single summer of Ryan Brenner’s life. I am behind on reblogging individual chapters, BUT... there’s a TON here for you to digest... and let me just tell you that in this story, you get to read about Ryan working outdoors in the sun in the summer... and singing and playing in a large group of people... and being genuinely charming. Because that’s what Ryan Brenner is, and I want more people to know it. 

21st Century Gypsy Singin’ Lover Man

M A S T E R L I S T

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When I kiss you goodnight  ||  In the dark hours of the morning  ||  And pack a guitar bag  ||  And head on out the door  ||  I know that you know that I really hate to leave you  ||  But it’s that time again and I simply got to go

I was a wandering minstrel in a previous life  ||  Now I’m your 21st century  || 21 century gypsy singin’ lover man

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Ryan Brenner x Reader, after the events of Jackie and Ryan (2015)

May (one)

May (two)

June (one)

June (two)

July (one)

July (two)

July (three)

August

September

October

BONUS

Strip Scrabble- request

I Wrote Mr. Tambourine Man- lettering

Yeah, we’ve got songs… ya wanna hear em?

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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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[something-tofightfor]

He took a deep breath, opening his eyes and finding that they were filled with fresh tears - but not from the pain in his throbbing (and already swelling) arm. His wrist, even if broken, would heal, but by losing his phone, he’d also lost you.

…. Listen. Laura is a friggin GENIUS when it comes to bringing specific sections of this story TO LIFE. he looks so sad and so distraught and so DEFEATED… it’s perfect.

Every time she comes up with something new for Neon Lights and surprises me with it, it’s like Christmas coming early.

Her work is incredible. Her love for Ryan is incredible. Thank you so damn much. 🤍🤍🤍

Another Ryan Brenner piece from @something-tofightfor Neon Lights fic. If you still haven't read it, go read it, it's *chefs kiss*

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June Prompt #4- Melt

A PASSING THROUGH FLASHFORWARD

A/N: I think of all the characters that I write, Ryan is the one that I would most want to spend my summers with and you are about to see why. I have MISSED writing this man, so when I got this request I was so excited and knew almost immediately what I wanted to do with it. This takes place about five months after Ryan stays with you in your empty apartment in Denver during that snowstorm... ** Happy 4th of July American friends! ** I hope that if you are celebrating, you’re having a (safe) blast!   

Request: “Fireworks” & “Ice cream/ Popsicles” from @suchatinyinfinity

WC: 1.7k 

Warnings: Ryan’s tongue has a mind of its own

It was summer, you knew that for sure, and you were just outside of Omaha, Nebraska. Outside of those facts though, things got a little fuzzy. It was easy to lose track of things like markings on calendars when you were on the road. Since joining Ryan last winter, you typically measured time in terms of weekdays, paying attention only to when you were supposed to be where and how long you were staying. It was simpler, counting days in batches of sevens and passing time in increments of Mondays, than it was to know which of the twenty eight to thirty one days of the month it was. 

Is it Wednesday yet? No? Then we don’t have to worry about being anywhere. 

Not due in Portland until the weekend, we still have some time. 

Two more Tuesdays in town before we need to get to the train yard. 

Days tended to melt into one another, especially in the heat of the summer, even more so in the small towns that the two of you most often frequented. The pace of life in those places was naturally slower, unrushed, daylight stretching pleasantly thin until it twisted into twilight without you even noticing for how leisurely the change occurred. That was one of the things that you liked most about your new life- it was lived on no one’s time but yours, and you were happy to live it sticky and slow, licking the sweet drippings of the day from your fingers each night as you fell asleep.

Getting to fall asleep with Ryan only made it that much sweeter. Whether you were crashing on a friend’s couch, camping outside, splurging on a motel room or sleeping under the stars while the rails rumbled beneath you, there was only one feeling that beat laying your head on his chest each night, that eclipsed drifting off with his strong arms around you, and that was waking up in that same position. The sound of his steady heart beat, his quiet breathing, the warmth of his skin through his soft tee or pressed directly to your own made for the only way that you wanted to start your mornings, no matter what day of the week it was.

It's Sunday. I think. 

Before you could spend too much time thinking about it, your train of thought was completely derailed. Your mouth dropped open as you sucked in a breath at the sight of Ryan’s tongue darting out to swipe away a splotch of thick orange syrup from the meaty part of his palm beneath his pinky and a rush of heat swept through you that had nothing to do with the Midwestern summer temperatures. 

Oh… damn it, Brenner. 

He’d walked over to the trash cans just a few feet away from where you were sitting to throw out the wrappers and wooden sticks from the popsicles that you’d just eaten, some of the sugary residue clearly getting on him in the process. You bit your bottom lip as he switched to his thumb, turning his hand over to suck at the knuckle and grinning as he finally brought his eyes up to catch you watching him. Teeth flashing as his smile widened, he dropped his hand to his side to treat you to your favorite view, unimpeded happiness making his bearded cheeks go round as a laugh started brewing in his eyes before you heard it filling the thick, hot air. 

“What are you lookin’ at, Junebug?” The tip of his tongue poked out between his lips again as he closed the distance to where you were. 

You swung your legs to hop off of the rest stop picnic bench that you were perched atop, his guitar case and your packs lined up on the seat. “Oh, I think you know what I was looking at, Ryan.” 

He chuckled, dropping his chin and using one hand to remove his hat, the other to comb his thick, unruly hair back. “Yeah,” he let out another small laugh as he tossed his hat to land in the spot you’d just vacated on the green table. Both hands free, he reached for your waist and you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply in through your nose as he tugged you close enough so that your hips bumped into his. When he spoke again, his voice was low and lazy and it made you dizzy.  “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

You reached up, right hand automatically going to the hair at the nape of his neck. Pointer finger coiling around the curls that were getting longer there, you let your other palm fit to the slope of his neck where it met his shoulder, and using both points of contact for purchase, you lifted yourself onto your toes. “I’ll bet you have a very good idea,” you muttered through your smile, pressing your own still fruit flavored lips to his. 

The small squeaky whimper that you made as his tongue entered your mouth couldn’t be helped, the chill from the ice pop still lingering like you knew it would. He hummed into the kiss as one of his large hands moved to cradle the back of your head, the crook of his thumb matching the curve of your skull to perfectly hold you in place. He let the tip of his cold tongue run along the underside of your top lip to draw another gasp from you, causing you to tilt your head and curl your fingers more tightly in his hair. Ryan deepened the kiss and it was enough to make you temporarily forget where you were, let alone what day of the week or month or year it was. 

When he did end it, he kept his lips on yours for a few extra seconds, and you could feel the warmth return to his mouth as he took a breath. “That what you had in mind?” 

“Mmm,” you nodded, the tip of your nose rubbing his as you sunk back to your real height. “That’s exactly what I had in mind, Brenner.” Another laugh escaped you as your hands fell to his shoulders. “Was that orange or tangerine?” 

He returned both hands to your hips, fingers squeezing with light pressure. “I dunno, what do you think?” 

You narrowed your eyes and scrunched your lips to one side in mock speculation. “Nondescript citrus,” you decided. 

That earned you an even bigger laugh, Ryan pulling you into his chest to wrap you in his arms just as a pair of headlights pulled into the lot, the truck they belonged to sounding off two short honks. “My favorite,” he pressed the bridge of his nose against your temple as he spoke, then kissed the spot behind your ear and let you go, right hand lacing with yours. “C’mon, Junebug, that’s our ride and we got a train to catch.”

He bent down to pick up your pack, handing it to you while you reached for his hat. Ryan slung the straps of his bag over his left shoulder, then grabbed the handle of his case. When he turned to face you, you were ready with his hat, sticking it on his head as though the whole routine had been choreographed. 

It kind of has. 

Just like the days running together without your notice, the ways in which your life with Ryan filled out and changed and fused with his habits and quirks happened little by little, in rest stop parking lots, in back seats of cousins’ friends’ trucks, in the corrugated steel cars of trains that carried them across the country. 

Jimmy’s buddy Al had dropped the two of you off near the train yard just as darkness fell, his tires crunching over the gravelly dirt that lined the shoulder of the road as he pulled a U-turn to head back towards town. The two of you quickly headed to the train that Ryan had picked out days earlier, climbing aboard and passing your things to one another with the same ease that you’d picked all of the items up with, getting your belongings and yourselves into the car with plenty of time to spare before you felt the click and jolt of the wheels turning and pulling under you. 

You used the time to get comfortable, situating your pack next to Ryan’s so that you could lean back against them like pillows, his arm winding around your shoulder as you both stretched your legs out in front of you. Once you really got moving, the train picking up speed, the breeze cooled you both down, and it was almost comfortable enough to forget that it was the middle of summer. It was a clear night, not a single cloud maring your view of the stars. 

You were about to point out a certain constellation when a burst of red sparks exploded in the distance followed by a loud boom. Two more rockets went screeching up into the dark sky before popping and lighting up blue in the wake of the red sparklers still floating down. 

“Fireworks…” you realized aloud, as to your left, farther on the horizon, you noticed more of the colorful explosions going off. 

“Mmmhmm, it’s the Fourth of July, Junebug.” Ryan confirmed, pointing out a third batch that had just cropped up over the top of some tall trees. “Best place to watch the show,” he adjusted his position so that he could lay back even more, getting a better view. “Get to see ‘em from all the different towns we pass through.” You settled down so that you could have the same vantage point, Ryan’s fingers running up and down the inside of your elbow. 

“Best view,” you agreed with a sigh, then turned to kiss the underside of his jaw. “With the best company.”  

It was absolutely gorgeous, the whole blackened sky erupting in pops of radiant light. You knew that hundreds of people were watching the various displays put on by the different townships from here to Omaha, but as you lay back next to Ryan the borders between towns melting away as streaks of color and smoke and light pierced the night, it felt like the show was only for the two of you. 

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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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[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

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

“Reading is my therapy” masterlist

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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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You put “passing through” and “neon lights” in here and I went 😍🥰😍🥰😍

Okay. I know you told me this one was giving you a headache, trying to come up with the best way to use the picture. Well, I just wanna say: congratulations, you found the best way to use the picture.

I think this is my absolute favorite Ryan piece that you’ve written so far. I loved the letter he wrote from New Orleans, foreshadowing the trip that they do end up taking together later. The short notes are perfect too. He just needs to let her know about the cobbler or about how the sunshine makes him think of her. That’s so Ryan.

That box full of letters would have a permanent spot next to my bed so I could read them to myself every night. I can clearly see his print/script hybrid. And the fact that she writes back to him and saves them for when he’s home... I love that.

This was a pure delight to read. Getting to see their relationship progress through the letters was so sweet and right for someone like Ryan. He’s not going to just stay put because he’s seeing someone... but he’s not an out of sight out of mind person either, and it’s clear he’s been thinking about her while he’s on the road. And now he’s home and that’s the best thing in the world.

Thank you so much for writing this, Dani! I adored it!

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This took forever and took a completely different direction than the one I had planned. Thank y’all for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Image prompt 8: Ryan Brenner x reader (related to Bah, Humbug and In the Line of Fire (part two) which can both be found in my masterlist)

Rating: PG for slight language

Word count: 2167

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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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