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[suchatinyinfinity]

I think you *might* have promised me a Ryan snippet 🥰 TY & hope you get full power back soon 👌🌹

Hello, sweet Fifi! Tumblr was not loading for me for about 24 hours (operating solely on data) so I’m going to give you a big ol’ snippet. This one is against an OC rather than a reader insert. Oh, I love me some Ryan Brenner!

[b-n-a-o]

Your gifs are epic. Big Ben Barnes fan so 🙌 to you!

omg, don’t make me blush, pls :)))) and THAAAAAANK YOU!!! ♥♥♥

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Hi there! Enjoying your writing, please can you add me to your Sirius & Marauders tags pls? TY! 😁

You know what, I feel like you’ve totally asked me this before and I just forgot to add your tag and I can’t remember but you’ll definitely be added!! I’ll just add you to the Marauders tag because it will tag you in all the Sirius ones as well 😊

[the-blind-assassin-12]

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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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Logan and Benjamin. 🥰

Oh a daily double? Alright!! ( @fific7 you wanted Logan too, right?? Here you go!!)

Five from the Core Drive Universe:

She pulled at her skirt, adjusting it as she walked towards the entrance. Her heeled shoes clicked noisily against the paved path, her heart keeping rhythm as it thudded against her ribs with each step. Blowing out a breath, Juliet checked her appearance in the glass, tucking a stray curl behind her ear and straightening the pearl drop hanging from it. She imagined her brother standing next to her in the reflection; the same color eyes, raised a few inches because he was taller but the shape identical to her own, high cheekbones and a smirk that always seemed to be hiding a joke from the rest of the world. Fuck, Logan, I’ve missed you.

& Five from TGTBT:

A loud bang cut him short as Leo’s fist came down on the table, rattling the empty glassware. Benjamin picked his head up to see the younger man seething, his upper lip curled. “She does not get to do this. Not to you, and not to her.” He shook his head, eyes darkening.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

🌹😘

🌹🌹🌹 - from PoNR 12, which is clawing it’s way free of my brain tonight come hell or high water:

All change occurs in a single instant.

No matter how long the buildup, no matter how tightly coiled the tension becomes or how ragged and thin things wear, there is always a solitary moment that can be pinpointed as the absolute time of the shift; the second that something becomes something else. Time is only running out while sand still slips through the pinched passageway of an hourglass. It isn’t over until the final grain leaves the upper chamber of the instrument and lands on top of the heap in the lower one.

A thread pulls until it snaps. Friction rubs until a spark ignites, a bullet flies until it sinks into its target, a body of water will chill and chill until it crystalizes.

Thanks Fi!! 🥰 hope you’re doing well!!

[the-blind-assassin-12]

C’est moi, encore une fois...! Core Drive Logan 🤠

Bonjour, content de te revoir!

Core Drive Logan. The character on my masterlist that I would leap onto a land mine most quickly for. Five from an interlude before Phase Two kicks off-

“Juliet?” He clamped his eyes tightly shut, inhaling a breath through his nose. Swallowing, he opened his eyes, targeting hers and hitting them head on. “I need to make one thing very clear to you, before we go any further.” Without waiting for her to answer, he went on. “She is the... only reason I lived long enough to get clean.”

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send me an ask with a character from my masterlist (you can specify the series if there is more than one for that character) and i will respond with 5 lines from a corresponding wip.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

OK... Ryan Brenner! There’s a surprise 😉☺️

Oh hey, Fiona! A surprise indeed ;) Oh Ryan Brenner how I adore thee... Here’s five from Passing Through (Part Six)- 

“Why don’t you let her go, she’s tryin’ to work.” 

“Listen pal,” Kevin turned, his hand falling away from your hip but the other still firmly wrapped around your wrist. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this is my-” 

Ryan’s eyes flashed like coal black lightning, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took another step closer, speaking over Kevin while still managing to keep his tone even. “She’s not your anythin’, and she’s makin’ that very clear.”

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send me an ask with a character from my masterlist (you can specify the series if there is more than one for that character) and i will respond with 5 lines from a corresponding wip.