I've been thinking about domestic Ryden a lot, so here's a scenario in each room of their house
The front porch: Where Brendon would stand out in the freezing cold after a fight until Ryan forgave him, writing little “I love you’s” in fog on the windows. Ryan finally opens the door, telling Brendon to get his ass inside and to stop smudging the glass.
The living room: Where Ryan and Brendon would spend lazy days lounging around, watching their favorite movies. Playful arguments about which movie is a better musical: Moulin Rouge or Beauty and the Beast? Cuddled up together, Ryan watching Brendon affectionately as he hums along to “Be our guest” until they fall asleep in each other’s arms.
The kitchen: Where Ryan would get up early to surprise Brendon with breakfast, only to wake him up shortly afterwards when the pancakes are black and the fire alarm is beeping loudly. Brendon’s heart melts when he sees Ryan’s failed attempt at a sweet surprise and helps him make a new batch, which may conclude in a cliche flour battle until they’re both giggling hysterically, covered in flour and so ridiculously in love.
The bathroom: Where Ryan would be taking a long shower only to be intruded upon by Brendon. Where they’d kiss hotly, Ryan’s back pressed up against the tiles, wet hair and wet bodies rubbing against each other. This becoming such a common occurrence there’s hardly such a thing as showering alone anymore.The laundry room: Where Brendon teases Ryan about his inability to wash clothes right, laughing over the sheer amount of white objects he’s managed to turn pink lately. Ryan rolls his eyes and resigns himself to folding duty, and that’s how they spend whole afternoons, each folding warm towels together and chatting about nothing at all, until it’s midnight and they’ve abandoned the folding in favor of sitting curled up on the floor dozing into each other’s necks while the fresh scent of detergent and the low humming of the machine lulls them to sleep.
The bedroom: Where they’d spend entire mornings not leaving the bed, simply entranced by the other’s body and wanting to memorize every part of it. Staying up all night kissing and biting and fucking under the sheets. Nights when they don’t need to even have sex because they have each other’s company, and are content with cuddles and the intimacy of holding each other tightly.