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[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 20

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

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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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[russosafehaven]

william thurber with a writer s/o who he does illustrations for. the two of them spend hours working on books together and spending hours in stationery stalls. dates to libraries and parks to find inspiration. they spend hours in the city figuring out the best way to portray the worlds they build together.

billy russo with a writer s/o who he encourages to quit their job to focus on their novel. offering to supply them with whatever they need. buying first class tickets to places like paris so that the scenery can be accurate.

the darkling with a writer s/o who’s also a fabrikator. they bind their own books and that’s how the darkling discovered them. his copy of “Lives of Saints” was damaged and Fedyor suggested a Fabrikator who specialised in books. he finds you working on your own novel in your chambers. you’re shocked at first to see him but when he gives you his request you’re more then happy for help. aleksander sits there while he watches you work, finding a page of one of your novels and reading it. by the time you’re done he’s asking for a copy to read on his next deployment

logan delos with a writer s/o who works for delos. they always have a book on hand and write the best storyline’s for westworld. in fact this specific writer has written logan’s favourite storyline’s. they catch his eye in the elevator where they’re reading a beat up copy of little women. later logan shows up in their office, prying into their personal life and somehow they end up on a date to westworld.

caspian x with a writer s/o who works in the royal library. they know every book off by heart and are full of random facts. when caspian is first crowned they’re the one who gives him a book on old narnian traditions. this leads to caspian begging them to come work in the narnian royal library. reluctantly they agree and they’re astonished by the size of it. caspian finds them writing one moment and he asks about it, they talk for hours about the world they’re writing and caspian offers to bring them on the dawntreader to add depth.

benjamin greene with a writer s/o who’s a friend of leo’s and that’s how they meet. they spend most of their time with leo, curled up with him watching the while they write. one day benjamin asks about it and they give him the journal. he returns it the next day gushing about their writing and even leo can see that they’re a better match for benjamin then his mother is. leo confronts benjamin, telling him to break up with julia and ask reader on a date. telling the bespectacled man that they’re a far better suit for him. that night benjamin goes to bed thinking about leo’s words. a few months later reader is getting their first novel published thanks to benjamin’s help.

ryan brenner with a writer s/o who he meets on a train one day. they get to talking and it turns out they’re both drifters. reader tells ryan about what they’re working on at that moment and they end up in a small town somewhere. ryan works on his music while reader works on their novel, it all flows together. eventually they just fit into each other lives perfectly. the lines between friendship and romance are blurred but it works for their unconventional lifestyle.

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[flightlessangelwings]

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Please be 18 and over to participate since we are allowing smut.

Fill out the google form as thoroughly as possible so we can match you up as best we can and to help your gifter write your fic

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Word counts aren’t everything, but please try to have your fic at least 1k words

Make sure anon is on so you and your giftee can communicate and chat! Make sure you don’t reveal who you are until posting week!

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

The Next One Is Free

A PASSING THROUGH ONE SHOT POV REMIX

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

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

Word Count: 1k

It was a typical Tuesday morning shift at Caribou. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fific7]

(My photo edit)

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𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒾-𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈

Open Roads (WIP)

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[suchatinyinfinity]

That moment when...

you have to stop the roll you’re on writing Ryan Brenner to get ready for aquatic therapy. 🚂🎸

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[obscurilicious]

New and Improved Master Masterlist

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Stories

Logan Delos Stories - Westworld

A Billy Russo Story -  Punisher

Ben Barnes Characters Stories

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[madamrogersstorytelling]

Return the Lost Spirit

Ryan Brenner/Reader

Winter Celebration #2

I finally got to writing these requests! I’m never gonna be able to write them all for Christmas but the holidays go on after Christmas too, so there’s no reason to panic.

I thought this was cute. Buying presents for people is rarely easy. I just finished shopping today and it was a little painful haha. I have seen these things mentioned in the fic a lot this year and thought writing about them would be very cute. The most recent time was today, sadly there was hardly any of the favorite ones left. Could probably buy one for myself too.

I hope you all have a good holiday time and whenever you’re having this holiday, I hope it’s full of happiness and love! I’m sort of back and want to thank you all sweeties for being here. This was requested by @suchatinyinfinity​ for the cutest boy Ryan Brenner. He’s such a sweetheart.

Words: 2859

2. ”Climb on my shoulders”

8. ”There’s a mistletoe… Should we… You know?”

10. ”Is this for me?”

You hated Christmas shopping. There was something almost infuriating in it; if buying presents for the people you loved was nice, the amount of people everywhere around you was the infuriating part.

And every single Christmas you were on the move too late, when there were so many people you could hardly even turn around on your steps without hitting someone’s shoulder or making someone drop everything they were holding.

Then they said the British taxi drivers could turn their cars around a coin… When you couldn’t turn around in a crowd.

Everything was even worse when you hadn’t thought of what to buy for people in advance. You always went to the stores “to see would there be something that’d give you the feeling of being the one for this and this person”.

Here’s a lie to you: it never came. If it did, it was a thick lie. Black like the night sky, not even close to a white lie. No, white lies during Christmas shopping are something like “I buy them chocolate because no one probably will buy that,” when the truth is that every single person will buy chocolate. Then you go there buying chocolate because these so-called no-one-else’s will not do it. When they will. They always will.

Nothing bad about chocolate. Who doesn’t love chocolate? During Christmas times, they sold so many different types of chocolate getting one pack of each was a reason to celebrate too. Could never have enough. But you were the kind of person who wanted to give something else and chocolate. Chocolate was a nice plus. You knew the faces of “you only gave me chocolate” as well as the “you gave me chocolate too!” and there were pros and cons with both. This time you wanted the latter.

In short, you had zero Christmas spirit in you.

This time you didn’t have to try to survive in the Christmas rush on your own. Ryan had come to you for the holidays, a week before, so – like he said – he could be there for you from worse to better. Seemed like he hated the rush too. That was one of the reasons why he lived the life he did. To get away from the rushes of life, not having to deal with it all; when he sat down to play his guitar and sing to people, there was always this aspect of seeing everyone else’s rush but not having one himself. He sometimes wanted to try it.

This was the time for him to try it. Besides, it was the first Christmas he was about to spend with you, so it was special. He didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

When you walked to the entrance of a big department store, he could see, sense, almost feel how much you disliked this.

“Hey,” he caught your attention, “it’ll be fine. It’ll be fun,” during the last sentence, his eyes started to sparkle a little as he put more effort on the words.

You found yourself smiling at him. “Sure,” you said with exhaustion in your voice.

Ryan took your hand in his. “It will be. We will make it fun, okay?”

You nodded. He smiled and seemed to be satisfied with that little gesture and the sigh of okay you let out after his words. He squeezed your hand tighter in his as you two finally stepped inside the department store.

There were a lot of people there but not so much you had thought there would be, and the place was full of the Christmas song playing from the speakers on the ceiling. You were able to walk around without getting stuck anywhere, and Ryan’s hand in yours kept you grounded and with him. It took a while but after you found yourself smiling with him every time he noticed and pointed at something.

“How about that one?” he pointed at a big dog plushie, big enough for you to sleep on.

“She already has a big cat. And I will never be able to find so much paper that’ll be enough to wrap that one in.”

Ryan gave you a cute, true laugh. His laughter alone was enough to bring you happiness.

“What about that one over there?” he asked when you were still busy looking at his beautiful, sparkling eyes.

Ryan liked Christmas. Always had. During the recent years it had changed for him; he spent it with whoever he could, usually a friend. But this time – he spent it with you. He wouldn’t have been anywhere else.

“Which one?” you asked when you were finally brought back to this earth from the warmth of his eyes.

“That one up there,” he pointed at it with his free hand and started to walk you towards it, stepping slightly ahead of you. “This one, she could like this very much. Who says it only has to be around for Christmas?”

“Ryan dear, it has snow and Santa with his reindeer. Even Rudolph is there!”

“Well, still,” Ryan said as he stopped by the shelf. It was on top of it, even he couldn’t reach it. He wasn’t exactly a short man but now he had to face the fact that he, in fact, was a short man when it came to Christmas.

He tried to jump and rise on his toes, but nothing helped.

“We could ask for a stool… or someone to bring it down for us?” you said as you looked at Ryan’s desperate tries to get the box to move to get it down.

It was a Christmas village decoration with a big, brown house in the center. On the roof of it was Santa with his reindeer, Rudolph as the leader. There were children playing in the yard and with some batteries you could get led lights and they’d even move a little. There was an unboxed one to show in a showcase next to the shelf. You went to see it when Ryan still tried to solve the mystery of how to get the box down. While doing that, you momentarily let go of his hand, knowing you’d be holding it soon again.

“Ryan, look! Rudolph’s nose is red!” you laughed as you looked at the village. Rudolph’s nose really got a red light when the village was turned on with batteries inside.

You could hear Ryan’s laugh. “Really? Let me see,” he came next to you. You could feel his shoulder touching yours as he stood there. What you didn’t see as you were focused on watching the village decoration was that Ryan was looking at you. And he knew, he just knew you had found the lost sparkle of Christmas spirit in you when you watched all the decorations in the showcase.

“Let’s get this one for your mom,” he said and pointed at the one with Santa and the reindeer.

“How can we get the box from up there?” you looked at him as you asked in a little sad voice.

“I think I know how,” Ryan had a grin on his lips. You looked into his eyes, then at the grin and then back into his eyes. “Come,” he said and took your hand again to get you back to the shelf with the boxes.

You stood there, a little lost, looking up at the one you wanted, feeling Ryan’s eyes on you.

There was this thinking silence between you and him for a while as you tried to figure out what he had in mind.

Then he said it, getting all your attention with only one syllable.

“Climb on my shoulders,” his smile was so boyish and cute you couldn’t help but join in. He still somehow found a small piece of doubt from it. “I’m serious, climb on my shoulders.”

“You cannot be – “

“I already said it, I’m serious. Climb on my shoulders, Y/N. We’ll get the box down that way.”

You looked at him and then up at the box. It’d make you sad if you didn’t buy that for your mom. Something else would’ve been nice, yes, but you knew she’d like this a lot. You had to get it. Since there was no one nearby who could help you, there was no other choice. You could feel how the adventurous side took over you.

He crouched down, so it was easier for you to climb on his shoulders. When you got there, he took a hold of your legs, so you wouldn’t fall.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you answered in a strong voice, and Ryan stood up.

You had to hold his head with your hand to not lose balance, but it got easier in mere seconds. You were tall enough to get the box. When you got it to your hands, you held it tightly, looking at it like you could hold it even tighter that way, so you really wouldn’t drop it.

Ryan looked up to see did you have the box and when he saw you did, he took a step back, so you could hold it to you, and he could get you back down. When you stood safely in front of him again, he looked at how happy you were with the big, red box that showed the picture of the lighted decoration.

He knew exactly what to do to keep that happiness.

“I think we’re gonna need a shopping cart. Carrying that around will be a little hard,” he said as he looked up at the shelf you had gotten it from. One box was missing.

There was a topic for someone to wonder: how had someone gotten it down?

“I’ll get it,” you said almost immediately. “Will you wait here?”

“I’ll be right here,” he nodded, “with the box.”

He adored that joy in your spirit that had suddenly rose up after so many sighs and doubts. So little things needed for that…

You set the box down on some bigger ones that had these standing reindeers and gave a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be back in just a minute,” you promised, and he nodded.

“I’ll be here.”

When you went to get the cart, he looked down at the box and then turned around to see all the smaller ones. He went to the showcase to see them all again and a new smile rose on his lips as he was sure he had found the one. His gaze scanned through the boxes on the lower shelves until he found it, much smaller box but not less cute. He got it behind the bigger one, so you wouldn’t see it when you came.

He waited for you for a moment, watching people going through the nearest sections, talking to each other, children getting excited over something they saw and parents trying to decide what to buy for Christmas for the children at home. Some people were alone, just walking past everything to the sections they needed something from. One man bought light bulbs and ended up taking a silver bird decoration with him too. Ryan smiled. But then the man took a candle too, and Ryan suddenly felt sad. Was it possible he bought a decoration for someone’s grave; a loved one he had lost? His gaze went back to the joyful children with their parents. Then he, like by an instinct, turned to see you coming with the shopping cart and smiled again.

“Sorry, it took a while, everyone was getting their carts at the same time,” you said as you stopped by the boxes, just far enough not to see what Ryan had hidden behind the bigger one you had gotten down.

“No problem, I’ve been looking at what else they’ve got here.”

You smiled to him and walked closer to the box to move it in the cart. “They have quite a lot of stuff around here. Especially during the Christmas time.”

“They do. I’m sure everyone can find something for their loved ones to bring some joy and to return the lost spirit,” Ryan spoke as he looked at you putting the box in the cart. He was smiling. You’d see it when you’d turn. Just a few seconds…

“That sounded beautiful. Return the lost spirit,” you said as you got the box nicely in the cart. Then you turned.

There was a smaller box there. It hadn’t been there when you had put the bigger one there, you were sure. You would’ve needed to move it to get yours there. It was a similar village decoration, except that this one had a smaller house and a car. There was a Christmas tree on the roof of the red Fiat 600, and a fox was peeking from the corner of the house. The house had lights on the windows and the railings of the stairs that led to the door, the car’s lights were warmly yellow. There was a small tree by the fox and it had lights too, in many colors.

Ryan noticed how you looked at it. “Return the lost spirit… I see how happy all these decorations make you. This one reminded me of you,” his voice was soft and tender, the smile on his lips sweet and happy.

“Is this for me?” you asked as you looked at him and not at the box anymore.

“It is for you,” he said with a nod of his head. He put his slightly overgrown hair behind his ear shyly, put his cap better. The smile remained. He blinked his dark pair of eyes as he nodded again. “It is for you, Y/N.”

“Ryan…” you whispered. “This is…”

“I know it’s just a decoration, but they all made you so happy. Now you know one of your presents as well, but I just couldn’t… I cannot leave it, much like you cannot leave the…”

“Thank you,” you went to hug him. He wrapped his own arms around you tightly, one hand finding the back of your head.

You knew it was a decoration you’d only have around for Christmas, but the thought behind it was so meaningful. The person who gave it to you. That was the part that made you so happy: you didn’t expect Ryan getting you anything, but he was being so genuine, so cute about it that you didn’t have a heart to stop him. He didn’t have much and still he wanted to give you something like that.

You stayed like that for a moment until you heard his voice whispering somewhere by your head. “There’s a mistletoe. Should we… You know?”

You tittered. “You’re so silly…”

“No, for real, there is one. Should we…?” You could hear how he smiled.

You parted from him just enough to look up at him properly. He still smiled and it made you smile too. “Where?” Like you needed to know. You were playing along.

“Over there,” he said absentmindedly. You didn’t believe for a moment there even was one. Ryan was a playful guy when he wanted to, and it was sweet how he wanted to cheer you up.

You leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He returned the kiss without any hesitation, so pure and sweet like his words, like he was as himself. It went on for a moment and afterwards you leaned your forehead against his, stayed there for a handful of breaths. Looking up at him, you moved and let him put the smaller box, your box, in the cart next to the bigger one meant for your mom.

“I’m gonna get yours wrapped too. You cannot play with it before Christmas,” he said as he started to push the cart and you walked beside him.

“That’s cute. We have to buy the batteries; the box doesn’t probably have them.”

“Most likely not,” he found the right direction and you followed, grinning. “What?” he asked.

“I know what I’m going to buy for you.”

“I don’t ask for anything, you know that.”

“I know and so did you, but still you’re buying this.”

“I don’t buy this to get something back.”

“I know. I still will.”

“Will you tell me what it is?” he asked with a mischievous smile on his lips. One of his cutest ones.

You shook your head. “It’s gonna be a secret. But it will have lots of spirit,” you looked at him.

He chuckled at you this time and touched your arm with his hand, thanking you in advance. He kept asking about it like a kid for the rest of the time at the department store. It wasn’t something you were going to buy from there.

It was something much better.

Not much later you found out there was, indeed, a mistletoe. Considering Ryan gave you many kisses during the time at the department store, there was never any mistletoe needed. He bought a Christmas hat and that, if something, was enough to keep the spirit up. You couldn’t stop laughing at him.

You knew that during the holidays spent with him, your spirit would never get lost again.

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I know you aren't taking requests but I was wondering about headcanons? In particular maybe headcanons about Ben Barnes characters dating someone with anxiety? I've been really anxious lately and wish I had someone to help me.

Oh honey I know that feeling. And I was kinda immediately inspired so I wrote some headcanons for you! (If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you!)

Billy - I could see him being a little impatient with your anxiety. He probably has some experience after what happened when he was a kid, but he would've packed that away into his adult years. He tries, but he's not really good at helping you cope. Anxiety isn't something he can shoot or stab. But if you tell him what's going on and what you need, he'd do whatever he could to help you. 

Logan - For Logan it is split into before and after Westworld. Before he's probably a lot like Billy. Logan has always had everything he needs provided for him and he's got his shallow moments, so anxiety for him is something he doesn't really consider. But after Westworld? After Westworld he is in that boat with you so he gets it. Both of you learn the best ways to help each other going forward. 

Caspian - He would probably be really helpful in your time of need. After the Dawn Treader and the phantom of his father, he has some experience with that feeling. He'll help talk you through your anxieties, provide logic and suggestions when you need them. Sometimes you have to tell him that you just need someone there for you, not someone to fix everything. 

Ryan - As a transient person, he probably has his fair share of anxieties. He'll notice when you're in that space and he will take steps to help you out. He's good at not smothering you, can read when you need space or contact. Once you're feeling better he will talk it out with you, let you work through your feelings. It's part of what you love about him. 

Nick - The man tries, we'll give him that. He is full to the brim of good intentions but poor execution. The problem is that there isn't anything physical for him to threaten to make things better. He doesn't always know how to react when you're anxious, but he's open to you guiding him. He'll get better over time, but there are still times when he feels helpless when you're like that.

Sam - He definitely understands anxiety and is probably already fairly good to help you through it at the beginning. As time goes on, he gets better and better until just thinking about Sam is enough to calm you down a bit. There's times when he can't do anything to help, times when he is hiding from red coats and the war is full tilt, but he always tries. He needs you just as much as you need him. 

Benjamin - Seeing as he obviously has his own anxiety issues, he'll understand where you're coming from but he doesn't always do the best at helping you. His anxieties sometimes make it so that he's scared he'll make things worse. Over time and after lots of conversations, both of you get into a place where you're able to help each other without sacrificing you're own mental health.

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