#ryanh

Sykkuno, randomly: "He was staring at my ball!"

You saw Ryan’s jaw clench as you could hear the faint sound of carolers down the road. You grabbed his hand and for a brief moment, you could see him relax as he turned to look at you. He didn’t say anything as you turned and crossed the street.

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” he finally said as you two were halfway down the block.

“Because as fun as it is to break you out of jail and watch the police squirm as we do so, let’s save it for a more fun crime like a bank job,” you said nonchalantly as you squeezed his hand.

He still didn’t look pleased, “Fine but the real crime is them inviting themselves over to random houses and singing off key.”

“Well, lucky for you we live in a penthouse and the only caroling we might get is from Jeremy at three in the morning drunk off his ass,” you pointed out.

You sat down in your seat next to Ryan and as you booted up your game you turned to Ryan and pulled yourself closer to him so no one else could hear, not that anyone was paying attention since they were playing with a moonball.

“How’s about a little us against everyone? I have your back, you have mine?” you possibly batted your eyelashes a little as Ryan looked over at you.

You could see Ryan take a second to compose himself before he smoothly said, “My back's a bit sore from when you stabbed me with the knife last time.”

You pouted a little, “We both know when it came down to just me, you, and Alfredo. Either one of us could have taken Alfredo so don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing. I was just faster.”

You could see Ryan smirk a little, “I still can’t trust you but let’s say if you win again... I’ll buy you dinner.”

You flashed him a brilliant smile, “You’re on.”

“If you two are done flirting, we have a game to play!” Geoff called.

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“Oh, god. I'm so stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you frantically move stuff around your kitchen counter. “I could have sworn I left it right here.”

You picked the little bowl up that Ryan had gotten you to put your ring in while you did the dishes or cooked for about the third time and it was still empty. That’s when you remembered the bowl in the bathroom that match it and went running for it.

You frowned though as you picked up the bowl and it was empty as well.

“Ryan’s going to kill me,” you muttered as you walked back into your bedroom.

“Now why would I do that?” Ryan asked encircling his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest. It was so unfair that he could just make you melt right there into his arms and almost forget about all your worries, almost.

You bit your lip and refused to look him in the face so you just stared at his chest. He could sense you were upset and gave you a soft squeeze before kissing your forehead.

“Now come on. When have I ever been mad at you?” Ryan asked trying to ease your worrying.

You buried your face into his chest and mumbled, “Never.”

You could practically see the smile on his face growing, “Exactly. So?”

You sigh, “So I’m dumb and I’ve lost my ring for the second time.”

“You’re not dumb and you haven’t lost it,” Ryan mentioned casually.

That caused you to perk up and make him laugh as you did so. “I haven’t?” you asked.

“No. Well, maybe. You might have lost it to start with but I stole it before you even knew it was missing so did you really lose it?” he questioned though you had a feeling he was asking himself mostly.

You stepped back a little further though Ryan still very much had his arms around you, “Whatchu talking about, Wilson?”

That made Ryan snort but he reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain, dropping it in front of you. Your wedding ring dangling right there in your face. You snatched it out of his hands and finally took a step out of his embrace to pace a bit as you looked at the necklace.

“You stole it!” you accused.

Ryan chuckled, “I merely took it out of the cup holder in my car where you last left it. I figured after a year and you still don’t like wearing your ring that maybe we should try something else out and I notice while you fidget with necklaces you never seem to have a problem wearing them.”

You slipped the necklace on grinned widely as it fell perfectly onto your chest. You moved back in to hug Ryan before standing on your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Now if you lose it I’ll be mad,” he joked.

“Wake up! Hey, Y/N. Wake up! You’re having a nightmare,” a gentle voice said, shaking you.

You woke up in a complete panic, the dream already gone but you were crying as you clutched the person who had woken you up. They sat down on the bed next to you so they could hold you. As you took deep breaths, you picked up on Ryan’s scent.

“You’re okay now. I got you,” he coaxed.

You hated the nightmares and even worse you hated you often woke Ryan up with your screaming.

Though as if he already read your mind he told you, “I was already awake. Making some tea. I can get some if you’d like.”

You clung to him tighter, “Please don’t leave me alone.”