#sidestep ronan brown

[starrypawz]

Orange Sunsets from the sensory prompts

Sensory Prompts AO3 (Another very old prompt in the inbox dealt with)

Another evening, another rooftop.

Another evening where Ronan had received texts that were a variant of “Are you busy?”

Another evening where Ronan had responded (maybe a little too quickly) with, “Not really,”

Ronan can feel the ever present  background radiation of humanity as the late summer sunset starts to creep in. 

This area seems to be the current darling of les riche, nouveau, vieux, aspirante. A playground of hedonism, seemingly mercurial and irreverent. And brings a glittering electric thrum to the background radiation of Los Diablos that constantly pulses through their mind. 

But if they tune in further the thrum takes on it’s callous, paranoid and desperate and makes their brain itch if they pay too much attention.

But then, most things make their brain itch if they pay too much attention to it so that’s nothing new. 

“Aren’t you meant to be down there?”

Down There in this case referencing a nearby club where the thrum of the music can just be heard and it almost matches the thrum of the background radiation of humanity and it’s a little overwhelming.

But then most things are a little overwhelming, what else is new?

Ricardo shrugs, “Probably,”

“You look like you’re meant to be down there,” Ronan eyes him up. He’s dressed in a way that on the surface looks understated, ‘too cool to care’ but to those who know they know better.

“C’mon,” He sighs playfully, “Do we have to play this game?” 

“I mean do you blame me?” Ronan sighs, less playfully,  “You’re the flavour of the month, and you’re meant to be at the latest flavour of the month to create intrigue and yet-” 

“Yet?” He interupts with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re up here with me and not with your people?”

“My people huh?” 

“Yeah,” 

There’s something about that your people/my people that hangs weirdly heavy on the air now it’s been spoken but Ronan doesn’t have time to linger on that as he grins and takes a step closer and gently curls his fingers under Ronan’s jaw and that’s enough to make their pulse kicks up. 

He kisses them. 

It’s soft and tastes a little of whatever probably ridiculously expensive alcohol he’s been drinking and Ronan doesn’t even try to fight the way their body moulds to his as he pulls them in closer, a hand on the small of their back and they rest a hand on that deceptively understated shirt of his that was never intended to be touched by hands like theirs. 

He’s the one to break it and catches his lip as he pulls back and Ronan feels their pulse kick up even more. 

The sunset has no business making his artfully rumpled dark hair glow like a halo. 

“Do you really think those are my people?” 

#starry writes stuff #fallen hero #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #sidestep ronan brown #ricardo ortega #fhr ortega #ortega fallen hero rebirth #chargestep

[punkrangerdraws]

Totally cool with Ronan getting a hug in the B1 or B2 pose if you want 💜

a Rene hug for Ronan! getting some uh last of us vibes here or something

#sidestep #rene dawn #ronan brown #thanks for asking :) #also i think rene and ronan are pretty similar heights but i was trying to not hide ronans face behind rene's giant hair lol #maybe they're standing on a box

[impossible-rat-babies]

--moodboard requests <3

ronan brown (fhr) for @starrypawz​

#myedit #oc aesthetic #oc: ronan brown #fallen hero #sidestep #mr brightside popped up as i was finishing this and it felt fitting lmao #thank you starry <3 #me redoing this like. five times bc i couldn't be settled? yeah.....f in the chat #okay to rebloog

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

A Met Gala one-shot

somewhere, someone in the world wanted to kill us for leaving these clothes on the floor of a college recreation facility.

4.5k of flirty, well-dressed, smut

***

Okay, so maybe I did feel a little bit out of my element. I mean, style was never my thing. Fashion was never my thing. That’s why, after 6 years of really trying to make it, I was selling music--not the hottest trends.

“You’re going to be fine,” Jenna said behind me, her smile big and bright as I stared out the window as the car rolled to a stop.

The weather was beautiful--and I was lucky. Early May in New York City didn’t exactly always lend itself to warmth and sun. And the feathery, pink dress/cape combo I was wearing didn’t exactly lend itself to the most confidence.

I knew the drill. Jenna and Britney had run through things twice already in the short ride from the hotel. I’d get out, wait in line, walk the carpet, greet the co-chairs, head inside. I’d eat some food, mingle with some people, and enjoy the night.

I knew a few people who’d be there. Sophie Turner, Zendaya, even Hailey Baldwin (Bieber? Still not clear on that.) So I’d be fine. I’d be nice and social and it would be fine. That’s what I kept repeating to myself as I heard the door on the other side of the car open and shut quickly.

Britney, my amazing manager and time-keeper for all things Met Gala, seemed to be opening my door before I could even process it. There were chirps of excitement from people gathered nearby, but no camera flashes yet--which was appreciated.

I’d walked red carpets before. In fact, I tripped and caught myself on Saiorse Ronan’s shoulder only six months earlier--so I figured tonight couldn’t be that bad. I stepped out, gaining more noise from the fans who’d gathered to catch glimpses, but I didn’t expect for some screams to break out the way they had.

I was new, after all. My debut album had dropped in the fall, I was still in the middle of my first headlining tour. I wasn’t exactly A-list yet. I was surprised when I even got the invitation in the first place.

And when Moschino offered to dress me, I was even more surprised that I was popping up on people’s radars. And not just people--fashion people.

“Stella Mayfield--walking,” I heard a voice next to me, a woman in a black gown was apparently communicating with whoever (and whatever) was inside the giant tent opening straight ahead. Jenna could sense my nerves--she reached over to rub my shoulder and offer a smile. Thank god I had the two of them, plus Danny, my one and only security guard.

Danny’s job was more of a precaution, I think. I’d yet to be in a situation where people were really rowdy or wild. I mean, there’d be fans gathered outside my hotel on tour and people outside of the venues. But I’d never seen Danny had to launch into action. I mean, I’d never been mobbed or anything.

So I had a buffer. I had Britney and Jenna and Danny all night. We could leave when we pleased, I reminded them. Which I think was more of an out for me if I got too nervous or overwhelmed by all of the fancy clothes and money in one room.

We waited in line, I watched as the photographers and reporters on the side of the big steps would scream people’s names, hoping to get a glimpse or a wave or an answer to a question.

Soon enough, the woman in black--who’d escorted us all the way in--spoke my name into her walkie-talkie and gave me a shove forward. So much for a warning.

I smiled immediately, thankful that people seemed to know who I was (and care), and I posed at the bottom of the stairs for the group of photographers who seemed to be giving me the nicest directions.

“Can you turn this way, Stella?”

“It’s great to see you, Stella, are you excited to be here?”

I chose the woman with the short blonde hair to talk with--she seemed the most approachable and most interested in actually hearing from me. I told her that yes, I was excited to be here, no, I wasn’t bringing a date. Yes, I was dressed in Moschino, and no, I wouldn’t be leaving with anyone.

I did my best to make eye contact with a few of them, Britney had always given that advice for big events like these. She said that when you’re trying to still make a name for yourself, it was good to give answers and be friendly and make them write about you.

I was pulled up the steps, though, by Britney, who gave me some easy directions to pose in two different spots on the stairs. And soon, when I neared the top, I saw the co-chairs--undoubtedly, the people I was most nervous to see.

It wasn’t that they were worlds more famous than me (that didn’t help), it was more that they were the ones who ultimately decided who got to come. Anna Wintour approved the invite list and somehow, I’d been cool enough to not get cut.

My heartbeat was steadily rising, and when I met the final step, Lady Gaga gave me the biggest smile I’d ever been greeted with.

“Stella!” She beamed at me, opening her arms wide to give me a hug. Jenna, Britney, and Danny seemed to stay back. “I’m so glad you’re here! We were so hoping you’d come!”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” I smiled, letting her embrace me. Someone--who I didn’t recognize--was in front of me and schmoozing with Serena Williams. “Thank you so much for having me.”

“Are you kidding me?” She pulled back, apparently surprised by my graciousness. “You’re the hottest thing right now, live it up! It can be weird, I know. Big event, big names. Enjoy yourself tonight. You’re a star!”

I was shocked, really--not just by her beauty and her gown and her niceness, but by the fact that she seemed to say exactly what I needed to hear.

“Darling, so good to meet you,” Anna Wintour greeted me, reaching a hand forward to tug at my long brown hair. “Absolutely love your gown!”

I was getting pushed along--the line behind me was apparently longer than I’d realized and people were eager to get inside. Serena Williams and Alessandro Michele seemed to be caught up with someone (extravagant makeup and a blonde wig made it hard to tell who it was), so I looked up at Britney, who gave me a shrug when she saw that I was stuck, and I sidestepped the mystery guest.

Harry Styles, clad in a black get up, offered me a small smile and leaned in to hug me, speaking over the crowd as his lips grazed my ear. “Great to meet you, you look beautiful,” he said.

I pulled back slightly, a flush rising on my cheeks as I cursed myself for being starstruck at an event where my main job was to just act like I belonged.

“You do too,” I offered back, immediately wondering if he’d appreciate being called beautiful. Was my 24-year-old girl showing too much? He smiled back and I moved on. We’d met in passing once before, I knew Niall a little bit better after writing a song with him in 2018, but we’d never actually spoken.

“Your album is amazing, it’s seriously been the soundtrack to my life lately. Listen to it all the time, really,” he nodded, his eyes sweeping over my face.

“Seriously? I’m so flattered, thank you!”

He pulled his eyes away from me then, smiling at the person behind me, who clearly wasn’t appreciative of my loitering. A pang of disappointment washed over me, but he brought his eyes back down. “We’ll talk later, yeah? Find me inside, or I’ll find you!”

“Sure, yeah!” I nodded, getting shoved away from him by the moving line before I could even give him another hug.

I let out a breath, happy to have more space from other bodies and thankful for the fact that Jenna, Britney, and Danny were once again by my side.

“You did it,” Britney smiled, clapping her hands together. “Walked your first Met Gala stairs. And you shined,” she said.

**

The first thing I did inside was get a drink. Not only because I needed one, but also because they were free. Not just your typical open bar free--these were top-shelf, well-made, served with a smile cocktails that had these pretty pink straws that poked out of the top.

Whatever Jenna had ordered for me tasted like lemon. I wasn’t mad.

The dinner was delicious--I was seated with people I barely knew, but I was fine enough once I’d had some liquor and some food. I’d popped by the table in the back--where everyone’s entourage was seated--to visit my three staff and make sure they were fine.

But just as I’d expected, they were more than entertained by the food, the drink, and the company. So when I walked back to my seat and spotted Harry incredibly close to my table, I sipped the end of my drink (strong, not well mixed at the bottom), and took a deep breath.

“Hi,” I said quickly, offering him a smile as he pulled his eyes from his current conversation partner and brought them to meet mine. In a typical situation, I’d feel sorry for interrupting and might have even avoided it altogether, but something pulled me towards talking to Harry again.

Maybe because he was the only person (aside from Lady Gaga) who’d made me feel completely comfortable all night.

He said his goodbyes to the man in the red suit before opening his arms to hug me again. “You’re alive still!”

“I am!” I laughed a little, mainly because I was surprised I’d lasted this long. Parties (especially with this many famous people) were exhausting. I wasn’t sure if he’d had four redbulls already or was just filled with adrenaline, but he seemed awake and excited and like he was having the time of his life.

“Me too, I’m also alive, which is good.” He nodded seriously, stepped a bit closer to me to let someone pass by us.

The lights were dim--we were in the strange space between dinner and dessert. There were dancers on stage and music that played along to their movements, but the entertainment hadn’t yet truly started.

“You must be exhausted,” I said, extremely aware of the fact that his arm brushed against mine.

He let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders. “Long day, but it’s fine. I can sleep tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked, pulling my head back in confusion. I was under the impression that I’d be home and in bed by 1am. At least, that was the limit I’d subconsciously set for myself.

“There’s a few after parties,” he nodded. “I’m hosting one with Gucci at The Fleur Room. You’ll have to come!”

I felt stupid for a second, stupid for not realizing that of course there’d be after parties and of course I should go. I mean, in all honesty, this was work. I needed to mingle and network and meet celebrities and get my name out there.

“Right,” I said, trying to play it cool. “Of course, I’d love to!”

“I’d love to see you there,” he said, letting his eyes pause on mine for a second longer than usual. “Your album is seriously amazing. Where’d you record?”

“Mostly L.A.,” I said. “I’ve been working a lot with Ricky Reeves, he produced most of it.”

“You did a song with Tom Hull, too, right? He did a song on my album!”

“I did!” I smiled, I’d completely forgotten that we had that in common. Tom Hull--Kid Harpoon--had worked with a slew of amazing artists. When he reached out and asked if I wanted to work on something with him, I was touched.

“He’s a genius,” Harry said simply. “Total genius with lyrics.”

“I know--I swear to God the song we wrote took us like ten minutes and it’s one of my favorites.”

“Try For It, right?”

I nodded--trying to mask my excitement that he knew the name of my song. I knew he’d said he liked my album, but everyone says that when you release your first major-label project. A part of me wondered if he’d really been listening to it as much as he said.

“I have to say, though, I think Break Me is my favorite.”

I laughed, once again completely flattered that not only did he know my album, but apparently, he had favorites. I leaned up to speak into his ear--the music was louder and people were cheering for the dancers on stage. “It’s my favorite, too, but don’t tell anyone. Kinda ruins the whole songwriter I love all of my songs equally thing.”

**

Around 11pm I needed a break. I dipped out of the main ballroom and headed down a hallway, thankful that Danny was distracted by Jenna and Britney to give me some space.

My heels on the floor echoed as I walked--I didn’t know where I was headed, but I wasn’t worried about finding my way back. I turned down another hallway, which left me in an empty exhibit room.

But that’s when I heard a laugh.

I peered around some sort of statue (again, music was my thing, not other forms of art), and saw Harry, slumped against a wall with a phone pressed up to his ear.

He looked up and met my eyes, offering a wave as he informed the person on the other end that he had to go. I tried to motion at him that I was sorry for walking in, but he pulled the phone from his ear, pressed a button, and shoved it back in his pocket.

He’d changed--his top was now white and a big, almost goofy looking bow-tie adorned his neck.

“Hi, sorry, I was just,” I motioned back down the hall that I came from. “Trying to get some air.”

He let out a laugh. “My thoughts exactly.”

I was quiet for a second, still feeling guilty for walking in and hoping that he didn’t think I’d purposely followed him back here. But he spoke again before I could voice any of those thoughts.

“This is your first Met Gala, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, but I didn’t say more. I could tell he was thinking.

“Mine too--pretty busy. That was my mum, asking if it was going alright. She just woke up back home.”

He kept his eyes focused on something past me--I could tell he was thinking more to himself than he was saying out loud.

“Were you nervous for today?” I asked suddenly, my voice still quiet so as to not echo throughout the room.

He brought his eyes back to me at this and a grin overtook his face. “Are you kidding? I was practically in the fetal position before the carpet.”

“Are you serious?” I laughed in response. “You seem so,” I searched for the right words. “Put together and calm and used to it.” I didn’t mention that he looked so attractive, was so talented, and I was practically on cloud nine due to the amount of conversing we’d done.

“You’ll get used to it,” he nodded, his smile smaller now but just as genuine. He gave me a look as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Am I cut out for this type of stuff?

“I’m somewhat used to it,” he said slowly, but he looked down at his high waisted pants. “Still getting used to this type of thing, though,” he plucked at the waistband, his eyebrows furrowed together to get a laugh out of me.

“I’ll get used to it,” I nodded my head, appreciative of his humor and his groundedness.

“And until then, you’re doing a great job of faking it.”

**

I was chatting and laughing and drinking with Alexa Chung in the corner of the big athletic complex when Harry sidled up beside me.

“What’re you drinking?” He asked, leaning in closer to me so I could hear him--once more--over the music. Alexa watched with a smile as I held my drink up to him, offering a taste.

He took it from me, and I watched as his lips pressed against the same place that mine had just been. He scrunched his nose to more accurately judge, and when he handed it back to me, he smiled.

“Whatever it is, I want one, and it looks like you could use another.”

**

He found me afterwards, two identical drinks in his hands and a smile on his face as he pulled me aside to cheers to a successful night for the two of us. And we drank the drinks together, admittedly faster than we probably planned. And then we had another.

And then I danced beside him as Mark Ronson played different songs and we took stupid selfies with people who popped over to say hello. I’d lost Danny long before--though I assumed I was in his sight--when Britney and Jenna said goodnight. They told me to have fun, enjoy myself, and most of all, don’t end up naked or black out or anything that would end up on the internet tomorrow (this) morning.

But that wasn’t me. I wasn’t that type of person.

“Do you need a break for a minute?” Harry asked, his arm snaking around my waist as I smiled up at Alexa as she said something about Cher’s performance earlier.

I looked up at him quickly, his face was close to mine and his lips brushed against the side of my temple again when he spoke. “I could use a break, is what I should say.”

Alexa seemed to not mind at all, in fact, I could have sworn that she gave him a playful wink as he draped his arm over my shoulder and I started to head away from the commotion.

“A water, a snack, all of it sounds nice,” he laughed, bringing his eyes down to me as we climbed down the stairs from the DJ booth. “And maybe one more of those lemon things.”

“I have no idea what’s in them,” I laughed. “So if we’re ridiculously hungover, don’t blame me.”

“I would never,” he laughed, letting his hip bump into mine somewhat as we made our way for the door.

A man in a suit--not Danny, but who looked like he might have been Harry’s version of Danny--opened the door for us right as we approached, leading us into a hallway with bright yellow chairs that lined the wall. Celebrity guests were seated all along, drinking and chatting and taking obnoxious pictures in their best-attempt at Camp.

It was then that I caught sight of Danny, who said something to the man who’d been holding the door open, and gave me a subtle wave as Harry withdrew his arm from around my shoulders.

I waved to Joe Jonas (who seemed to smile when he saw me) and felt, for the first time all night, like I actually was starting to belong.

“Still a little crowded,” he said, looking each direction down the hall. One way was towards the entrance--cocktail tables lined with flashy tablecloths and extraordinary floral arrangements. He looked to his right, nodded his head in that direction, and then looked down at me again.

He walked away from me, and I turned back to give Danny some kind of please don’t follow me look before falling into step beside him.

“What’s down here?” I asked, a laugh escaping my lips as we headed farther down the dark hallway.

“No idea,” he shook his head, a smile on his face as he licked his lips. “But somewhere to sit and take this bow-tie off and just talk for a second would be nice.”

And so we found a room that had a desk and a blackboard and Harry decided to write our names in chalk in big, obnoxious, somewhat drunk handwriting.

He sat on the desk then, loosened his bow-tie, and smirked. “It’s been nice to get to know you tonight.”

I smiled, hoping that if my cheeks looked red, I could blame it on the alcohol. “Thanks for making me feel so welcome,” I said.

He smiled, holding the red fabric in his hands. “I should say the same--I was definitely freaked out to be here and be co-chairing, but I would say it’s been successful.”

“Me too,” I nodded assuredly, thankful that I’d long turned in my feathery pink ensemble for a gold and shimmery gown--one that showed just enough cleavage and was markedly more convenient to dance in.

I wouldn’t have done what I did next if he didn’t look up at me with an innocent--yet somehow completely daring--smile. In two steps, I was stood between his legs, my hands on his face, and my lips against his.

And in half a second, his hands were around my waist, pulling me closer to him. We stayed like that for a minute, but soon he stood, stepped me backwards, and flipped our positions. Now I was against the desk, he worked one hand at the back zipper of my dress, and my hands were fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

My thoughts were racing and my pulse was too. He deepened the kiss and I shrugged out of the top of my dress. When I felt the fabric of his shirt against my chest, I was reminded, ever so timely, that I’d opted to be braless all night.

Harry didn’t seem to mind, however, because soon his hand was around my breast. I made a noise when we connected, which must have turned him on even more, because he suddenly started working at removing his own shirt to be less fabric between us.

His lips were warm and soft and something about the possibility of being walked in on made me terrified and excited all at once. He made me nervous and unsure and hyperaware, but he also made me feel comfortable and like I fit in.

I kissed him harder--thankful for the fact that he seemed to be handling his pants on his own. They looked extremely difficult to get on, so getting them off was sure to be quite the task. I tried not to worry, though, and it didn’t take much to distract me because he pulled away from me for a second.

“You’ve looked beautiful all night and this is not normally what I do,” he said, his brows dipped inward as he tried to explain himself.

In all honesty, I wasn’t really worried and I wasn’t even thinking about how many times he’d done this before. But now I was.

He must have seen the look on my face, because he moved his head to get a better look at my face. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“No,” I said, probably too quickly. “It’s fine--I just, I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

He let out a laugh, his eyes scanning over my face once more. “I’d be so honored,” he teased.

He kissed me again, this time, his hands were searching my body, searching for skin and searching for connection. I let them wander, finding the hem of my dress before pulling it away from my skin. I pulled my mouth away from his for a second--a dip in his brows told me he didn’t appreciate that--to slide his pants down from his hips.

I could feel his erection against me as he worked at the final buttons of his shirt, and I let my hands find it as he kept his lips connected to mine. He let out a sharp exhale at that, making a noise of pleasure as I palmed him over the fabric of his boxer briefs.

He pulled away from me quickly, taking me by the hands to stand me up. His fingers tugged at the fabric of my dress--somewhere, someone in the world wanted to kill us for leaving these clothes on the floor of a college recreation facility.

I didn’t have much time to think about that, though, because after Harry shed his shoes and his undershirt, he picked me up and set me back on the table, nodding his head in direction to lay back.

His mouth was against me in seconds, his fingers pulling away the thin strap of my thong as his tongue worked against my center. It was jarring, really--not just because of the sensation, but because of how quick he had my back arched and his name floating from my lips.

He seemed to like that, though, as he inserted two fingers to pump in and out of me while his tongue drew abstract circles.

“Yeah, baby?” his voice was deep and throaty. “Feel good?”

I let out a moan once more, reaching a hand down to grab at his hair, keeping his tongue pressed against me. He let out a cheeky laugh, my dependence on him seemed to feed his ego.

I let my own hand wander to my chest, playing with my own nipple. When he saw this, he muttered under his breath. “Shit, Stella.”

He pulled away quickly, pulling his boxers down to reveal what I’d been waiting for. I sat up on the desk, scooching closer to the edge to give him better access. He held his own hand around his shaft, and he smiled up at me before letting his tip enter slowly.

He immediately let out a moan, his hands reaching around to make contact with my butt--pulling me closer to the edge so he could go deeper inside of me.

“Fuck, Stella, you’re so wet for me,” he breathed into my ear.

Maybe it was the fact that we were in some sort of athletic office--maybe it was the fact that I could get in so much trouble for this. But whatever it was made it even more sensual to feel his cock up against my clit as he moaned in my ear.

“As soon as we got here I knew I wanted my night to end with you,” he said--which struck me as sweet and incredibly sexy at the same time.

I reached my arms up to his neck, holding him close to me as he rocked in and out. “You feel so good,” I told him.

“Yeah?” He said, a smirk on his face again as he leaned in to press a kiss to my lips. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”

He started to go faster, his hands still keeping my butt close enough that he could hit the right angle. “I want to fucking fill you up, Stella,” he said, his voice lower and deeper than before. “You feel so fucking good all around me.”

“Fuck me, then, Harry,” I told him, and the direction seemed to get him even more excited. He pumped faster, the desk beneath us started to squeak, which caused laughter on both parts, and soon, he moaned into my ear as I felt him come inside of me.

He kissed me again, deep and genuine, and then pulled away and laughed. “Fucking someone in a school office where we might get caught. That’s pretty camp.”

#harry styles #harry styles met gala #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles drabble

[starrypawz]

Post your saved saves

btw i can't remember what most of these are lol

#fhr #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero retribution #sidestep ronan brown

[starrypawz]

So I apparently had a prompt in my prompts list for 'kiss in a dream' but could not find the prompt list it came from or who sent it

AO3

He’s here again.  He seems to end up here a lot lately. 

A rooftop, during an orange sunset but it looks wrong, the sky is too clear, no smog. 

He turns and they’re here. That’s happened a lot lately. And he barely dares to whisper Ronan as they turn around and he waits with baited breath

(Sometimes they don’t turn around, sometimes they do and fracture into glass, sometimes they walk and he follows and he follows and follows and follows and he never catches up and sometimes… everything splinters around them and they both fall and he can’t catch them can’t catch them) They turn around. 

For a moment the mask is there, and then it’s not and their hair shifts, it stays wavy but first it’s short and a washed out green, then it’s longer , bubblegum pink with the side shaved (Even though they didn’t keep that colour for long it lingers) before it becomes teal, a half tied up bob and then the mask is back. 

And this time. He kisses them, or maybe they kiss him. It's hard to tell.

(Does it really matter anyway?)

They’re clinging onto him for dear life, shaking, blood in his mouth (His or there's? Can’t remember) smoke and sirens and then…oh he’s kissing them now, teasing, testing his luck, his head swims with just a little too much beer but they’re kissing back and chuckling (And he remembers that kiss tasted of sugar) … and they’re kissing him again and he hears summer wind blowing through trees… (That summer had seemed so long and yet so short) it’s him again and somehow they have him pinned against a wall, hand in his shirt and he takes yet another risky decision  (He can’t remember what the argument was about) a soft kiss not on the lips this time but on the tip of their nose and he remembers their laugh and and….

Ricardo wakes up in a bed that’s too big and too empty with a sigh and a bone deep ache in his chest and blinking away tears.

#starry writes stuff #fallen hero rebirth #fhr #fallen hero #sidestep ronan brown

[starrypawz]

For the kisses prompt #33, kissing it better, for whomever?

AO3 Kissing Prompts

“It’s not funny,” Ronan sighs. 

“C’mon you have to admit it’s a little funny,” Ricardo grins as he leans on the bathroom doorframe, “You’d be laughing your ass off if it was me,” 

Ronan turns away from him (or else their smirk would betray them) as they focus on cleaning the grime away from their chin, “It’s your fault anyway,”

“How?” 

“It was your idea!” Ronan huffs, “Oh don’t worry that’s stable enough trust me-”

He snorts, “I… ok fine you’re right,” His voice softens, “You’re ok right?”

“Yeah,” Ronan lightly presses their chin, it’s a little tender but they have a feeling it will pass without much drama. 

And then Ricardo enters the guest bathroom that’s maybe not quite big enough for the two of them and Ronan finds his arms around their waist as he rests his chin on the top of Ronan’s head. 

“Now what?” They try to maintain the huff but it’s increasingly hard not to crack a smile as always they feel themself start to melt in his embrace. 

“Making you feel better-”  He squeezes softly and Ronan chuckles as he lightly kisses and nuzzles the top of their head soft brown waves against his chin, “Is it working?”

Ronan smirks and shrugs, “I guess-” 

#starry writes stuff #sidestep ronan brown #fallen hero #fallen hero rebirth #fhr

[starrypawz]

Ronan "I object to you trying to give me a nickname that's a type of chocolate but somehow you calling me a raccoon is less of an issue" Brown

#sidestep ronan brown #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero #basically ric tried to call ronan 'rolo' and ronan was like no but somehow puts up with being called mapache/mapachito

[starrypawz]

14. sharing drinks

So I'm being a bit loose with the definition of drink here, and also let's not think about how long this prompt has been in my ask box but hey look it's Ronan and Ric

Intimacy Prompts AO3

“I’m fine,” “You sure about that?” The shrug makes it sound offhand but Ronan knows he’s worried. 

And Ronan’s found out over the last few months trying to get him to not be worried is near impossible so they might as well put up with it.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Ronan manages and also tried to pass off their leaning against the wall as nonchalance and not I’m two seconds from falling over, send help.

“You think I’m pretty?” He gives an annoyingly smug grin and bats his eyelashes for good measure. 

“Shut… shut up,” Ronan feels their knee buckle and does their best to pass off their decision to sit down on the floor as a casual decision as they roll up their mask just enough to get some relief from the press of now warm fabric against their slick skin.

He joins them. 

And then produces a silver pouch, Ronan with a sigh takes it from him, rips off the top and squeezes most of it into their mouth. 

Glucose and salt mostly, soft sticky gel, easily palatable,. (Even if you tried your best to resist that). These ones seem to have some vague fruit flavour (Orange? Not sharp enough to be lemon) to try and take the edge off and Ronan’s not totally sure if that really works but beggars can’t be choosers as they hungrily swallow. 

Ronan wipes their now slightly sticky mouth with the back of a gloved hand and sighs. “Better?” He asks as he rips the top off his own sachet. 

“Yeah, Thanks… Ric-”

He raises an eyebrow, “Hey you didn’t call me Charge,”

“You’re not on duty,” Ronan shrugs. 

“Yeah,” He sighs, “Make the most of it whilst it lasts,,” And pauses as if he’s about to dare that earpiece to beep. 

#sidestep ronan brown #fhr #fallen hero #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero retribution #starry writes stuff

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for the ask prompt:

1 What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

6 Does your OC know magic? Were they born with magical ability or did they train to acquire it? What is their favorite type of magic? Least favorite?

Get to Know the OC

It depends on the nature of the crisis but Ronan tends to default to being fairly level headed in a crisis, sometimes almost unnaturally so, a lot of training kicks in. (But also there's a non zero chance Ronan is the cause of the crisis in quite a few cases)

6. Well we could argue technically by merit of Sidestep being a telepath although Fallen Hero isn't magic based.

But in a more straight up fantasy AU I have thought about Ronan having sort of earth/nature based magic (maybe still gets the telepathy as a treat) and as to if it's natural or not would depend on the exact mechanics of the system.

Ronan would really like having this sort of magic, I'm not sure what their least favourite would be.

#sidestep ronan brown #fallen hero #fallen hero rebirth

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Oh fuck, the yearning prompts, they're killing me. But if you feel up to it, maybe 'just let me look at you for a little bit' with Ronan?

(Usual thing where this prompt has been sitting in my inbox forever, but hey look I actually wrote some FHR stuff after a hot minute)

AO3 Yearning Prompts

“Stop it,” “Stop what?” 

“You know what,” Ronan sighs and pulls their hood up. 

Ricardo chuckles, “C’mon,” He sighs and reaches out to gently cup Ronan’s chin (And Ronan tries not to think too hard about the fact he’s touching them and how quickly that’s making them feel all kinds of warm inside) “You can’t blame me, you’ve only just stopped hiding behind a mask-” 

Ronan tenses as one of the sticky and black as tar thoughts seemingly wound around their brainstem creeps to the forefront.

If only he knew 

Ronan swallows and…

And…

He’s suddenly much closer

Hair trigger reflexes kick in flight or fight and…

Ronan pulls on the drawstrings of their hoodie. 

“Ronan,” Ricardo laughs. 

And somehow Ronan manages to chuckle back and for the moment the sticky and black as tar thought retreats. 

“Please?” He toys with the drawstrings, his voice low and Ronan knows he’s probably doing that annoying thing with his eyebrows even if they can’t see it, “Just let me look at you for a little bit?”

Ronan huffs but there’s not much weight to it as they pull their hood down with a mumbled “Fine”

And then finds Ricardo looking at them. His expression isn’t that camera ready, media friendly smile, or the still camera ready but less media friendly one, and he’s not doing that annoying thing with his eyebrows

It’s something much softer, something raw and… 

It’s too much.

Hair trigger reflexes, flight or fight…

He makes a surprised noise against their lips as Ronan grabs him by the front of his shirt and kisses him. 

#fhr #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero retribution #sidestep ronan brown #ricardo ortega #ortega #starry writes stuff #and hopefully i'll be back on my bullshit on this front but we'll see

[starrypawz]

(Hey! Long time no see!)

Your current fave OTP, just pick any of those from what you reblogged! I just want to hear about them!

(Hi there, I have to admit unfortunate I'm not totally sure where we know each other from as my brain is soup but nice to see you) And I'm guessing you mean this meme

OTP in the Bedroom

And since it's hard to pick which OTP is my fave I'll do a question for a few otps

10. Favourite Positions Jonny/Lucas

Jonny really likes it when Lucas rides him (Bonus if Lucas is wearing one of his shirts), Lucas likes to get Jonny to bend him over once in a while, but also they do a lot of potentially downright snugly missionary and spooning stuff too

19. Kissing Preferences Eddie/Elio

The preference is yes, as many kisses as possible all sorts of kisses thank you bite my lip whilst you're at it thanks

17. Dom/Sub Dynamics Connor/Dorian

They don't really lean into dom/sub too much a lot of the time they just want to get it on, and honestly they're both pretty switchy. It tends to be fairly casual/gentle dom/sub when they do play with it and it tends to be sort of more playful/teasing D/S stuff than anything that harsh

2. Top/Bottom preferences Nemo/Gerry

They both enjoy either role, but Gerry does tend to top as it's a bit easier it also does take them a while of being together in that sense before they started broaching changing it up

23. Lust or Love (Ronan/Ric)

Honestly due to everything that's going on with Sidestep up in the head it's very much leaning towards the love side of things and it's kind of hard to deny that since that sort of was dropped the first time they slept with one another (And not to mention that if Ronan actually dug into it more they'd likely come back with 'whoops seems im demi)

#the passenger game #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #tma nemo #gerry keay #gerry delano #sidestep ronan brown #SThings Elio D'Angelo #Connor Trevelyan

[starrypawz]

have you ever thought about how your OCs would sound? do they have different accents? do they have a soft and high voice or a low, grotto sound? i'd love to hear more!!

Hi there anon

Nemo: Nemo is British, they're originally from an area that doesn't have a super distinctive regional accent so you can tell Nemo 'sounds British' but you can't really pinpoint it beyond that. They tend to have a very soft quiet voice and often 'sound sad' and can struggle to shout

Lucas: Lucas has a 'warm' sounding voice and has a bit of a drawl he always tends to sound quite relaxed so when his voice does raise or otherwise get sharp it's a big deal.

Scout: Scout's voice is soft and on the lower side, they can talk very fast when they're stressed

Ronan: Ronan is generally quite soft spoken and they have a bit of a hard to place accent beyond sounding it American, Ronan is also very good at switching their speech patterns and at times accent when they need to

#sidestep ronan brown #tma nemo #the passenger game #the passenger #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #passenger lucas newman #passenger scout newman

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One very short lived nickname Ric had for Ronan back in the day was Rolo

In hindsight Ronan's not sure if they'd rather that one have stuck over Mapachito but whatever

#sidestep ronan brown #fallen hero rebirth #fhr

[starrypawz]

@pearl-kite tagged me to run some ocs through this

I'll tag @mihqorio @punkranger @jaysworlds @mikecrewsteacup

Ronan Brown

love as devotion [ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

Lucas Newman and Scout Newman

love as being known [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

Nemo Ainsley

love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

#tma nemo #sidestep ronan brown #passenger lucas newman #passenger scout newman #the passenger game #the passenger #fhr #fallen hero rebirth

[starrypawz]

For Good, For Bad, and Meet Strange For Ronan and/or Lucas?

For Good: Is there anyone in your OC’s life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC’s life?

Lucas It would take him a while to admit it maybe but... Livvy like Mama Newman too but like Livvy very much did help shape him into 'Ok maybe humans aren't totally the worst'

For Ronan, Themmy for sure, like Ricardo to but also I think Ronan and Themmy just clicked quicker and like Themmy Gets It (tm) more than Ricardo did on like a gender level

For Bad: Is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your OC’s life? How did your OC deal with that change? Have they been able to move on?

Lucas if we exclude you know the whole eldritch horror trying to eat him, he didn't make it through his youth unscathed, there wasn't many incidents but he did have like at least one bully growing up and basically it did sort of help knowing 'I'm actually an eldritch horror and you are cosmically nothing' and then yeah just realised that person wasn't worth it.

Ronan *Just gestures towards The Farm*

Meet Strange: What’s the most memorable way your OC has ever met a new person? Was it a good experience? Bad experience? Just plain weird? How’s their relationship with that person now?

I mean for Lucas the way Jonny rocked up was really freaking weird, but hey Lucas got a boyfriend out of it in the end so it's all good.

Ronan I feel however they met Ortega (Which I admit I've never like actually decided how it happens, so many options) is up there and then I mean that whole relationship has been interesting

#passenger lucas newman #sidestep ronan brown #the passenger game