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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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Soulmate Event - Ryan Brenner

Title: Skin and Ink  Character: Ryan Brenner (Jackie and Ryan) Number of votes: 8 Trope: Whatever you write on your arm shows up on your soulmate.

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***** As kids, everyone always writes on their arm to see if they'll get a response. It doesn't matter that people know that it doesn't work that way, that the writing doesn't start to show up until you're older; it is something everyone does in their excitement of one day finding their soulmate. It's triggered by events that cause a surge of emotion but that didn't stop people from doing it day to day. You were no exception. You took time to draw a smiley face and write good morning on your arm every morning before you got ready for school. This continued into high school, into college. And then one morning while you're in your childhood bedroom crying, listening to your mother explain to the cops what happened, you felt a tingle on your arm. 16th Street BLVD, The Blue Room The handwriting was hurried, the words a little blurred. You skimmed your fingers over them and laughed as you tucked your face against your knees. Of course it happened tonight. Of course tonight, the night that your dad came home and kicked the crap out of you and your mom before you finally called the cops, was the night that your soulmate was able to make contact. You grabbed a pen from your bedside table and let it hover for a moment, unsure how to begin. You decided to keep it simple for the time being. Hi You twirled the pen around for a moment before you stood up, wincing in pain as you did. Your dad had mostly just pushed you into the wall before he started to smack your mom around. It was the first time he'd done something like that; he'd never done more than yelled before. You decided there wouldn't be a chance for a second time and had made the call. There was a brief tingle on your arm and you rolled your sleeve up to see the handwriting appeared. Holy shit! Hi! And then you watched the letters appear in real time. I'm not exceptionally emotional right now so I guess it's on your side. Good or bad? You took a moment before you uncapped the pen and wrote a response. Not good. But better now that I know you exist. With that you walked out into the living room to answer any last questions. They had dragged your dad out already and told your mom that she should go to the hospital, so you drove her. You focused on her instead of the tingle on your arm, making sure she was okay before you sat down next to her. She was on the edge of a hospital bed, touching the bruises on her jaw gingerly as she looked over at you. "You okay sweetheart?" She reached out and grabbed your hand. "You should let them look you over." "I'm fine mom. But there is something," you said as you toyed with your sleeve. You rolled it up just enough that she could see the writing and watched her eyes grow wide. "Guess we can thank dad for one thing." "Oh honey!" Your mom wrapped you in a gentle hug, tucking her face into your neck. "I'm so happy for you." While she rested later, you rolled the sleeve up and turned your arm until you could see what your soulmate had written. I'll be your safe place to land. It was such a beautiful sentiment and you felt your heart thud painfully in your chest. You couldn't wait to meet them. ------ "Are you excited?" You checked your reflection in the rear view mirror and then sighed, your mom catching the noise over the phone. "You two have been planning this meet up for a month. Whatever your Ryan does sure makes travel difficult." "I am excited and yeah," you weren't about to tell her that he was going to be train hopping because it was technically illegal, "but I'm nervous. We get along over the phone and when we write, but it could be different in person." "Soulmates complete each other sweetheart," your mom said softly, her voice tinged with a sadness you'd never know. She had never gotten a connection with her soulmate which meant they had passed before the connection was truly forged. "You'll be more at ease with him than anyone you've ever known. Now go, it's almost time." You said goodbye and hung up, breathing out before you opened the door. You were at a park that wasn't too far away from the train tracks. It was a straight shot, making it easier for him to get there, plus there were shops and places to eat around so the two of you shouldn't be bored. There was a bench near some trees and you started that way until you saw someone sitting there already. You paused because he was dressed the way Ryan had told you that he would be but he couldn't be your soulmate. He was way too attractive to be your soulmate. You quickly pulled a pen out of your pocket, since he was reading a book while he waited and hadn't seen you yet, and you hovered it over your hand for a moment. With a deep breath, you jot something down. Look up. You watched him turn his hand over as you wrote the letters down, and then he looked up and searched until his eyes met yours. His smile was blinding, even from this distance, and he tucked his book in his bag before he slung it over his shoulder. He also picked up the guitar case at his feet and headed over to you. "Y/N? Wow, you're... so beautiful." "Speak for yourself," you said half under your breath. He smirked as if he had heard it and you ducked your head before you took a step closer to him. "I'm still a little in awe that you're here." "Sorry it took me so long." He shifted a bit and you reached out to twine your fingers with his. "Worth the wait," you said as you ducked your head down to smile. ------ A tickling sensation went over your hip and you groaned as you turned your head, not wanting to disrupt Ryan. He grinned down at you as he kept moving the pen over your hip, his guitar sitting on his lap. "You couldn't grab some paper?" You rubbed your nose as you yawned, settling down and rolling so that he had your bare back to also write on. "It was in the other room and I was hit with inspiration. I didn't want to miss anything." He bent down and kissed your shoulder, the pen still moving over your back. He was humming along as he wrote and you smiled into the pillow. He had gotten to the apartment late the night before and you two kind of fell straight into bed without doing much talking. "How long are you staying this time?" It was the hardest part of being soulmates with someone who moved around as much as him; it felt like he was never there. You loved his adventurous soul, the way he'd do anything for his music, but you missed him when he was gone. "What do you think about this line: I guess I got this whole world and you to call my home. Does that work?" You loved his voice and the line, so you were quick to tell him. He laughed and rolled you over, pressing a kiss to your lips and then propping his chin on shoulder. "How about I stay here for a while? There's a recording studio like an hour away that I can check out. Who knows, maybe it's time for me to set up some roots for a while." You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him down into a deep kiss. He moved his guitar over so that he could lay his body over yours. "We'll smudge the words," you warned as you ran your hands over his body, skimming over his tattoos. He smiled and kissed you again. "I took a picture before you woke up." You laughed, digging your fingers into his sides to make him laugh as well. He shook his head and bent his head down to claim your lips once more and you sighed into the kiss. "Stay with me," you whispered against his lips. He nodded, tilting your face up for a gentle kiss before he sat back. "Nowhere else I'd rather be."

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