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how i feel opening “ryan ross x reader” tag jst to find nothing new
Bro PLEASEEE can people write for Ryan Ross, Embry Call (first movie), and Warren Peace again 🥹🥹 ive literally scoured every part of tumblr for any oneshots or series but there are NO MORE. it makes me so sad, cause there are some characters that i like that are kinda more mainstream and get more content (eg finn wolfhard) which are good dont get me wrong but likeeeee ryro ☹️
BLOODSHOT - VAMPIRE!RYAN ROSS X READER
summary - ryan always avoided the dancers, but he had been acting more off then usual, and as much as you wanted to push the toughs away, you only grew more curious.
- slight enemies to lovers, vampire, iloveryanross, very twilight coded, reader is a backup dancer, extremely small illusions to sexual thoughts, reference to smoking 🍃
a/n - idk dude, I love vampire stuff and for some reason ry reminds me of edward, also if youve seen the video youve seen the video..."just thirsty" ok ryan wrap it up but also 😳
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The evening started like any other. Panicked bodies rushing around, applying rouge to already flushed cheeks, it was its own unstructured routine in a way; you knew what to expect. The faint sound of the crowd heightened already alert dancers as you all added the finishing touches to circus-like costumes, rehearsing dances you had done several times over, or relaxing over a blunt passed from person to person, organised chaos.
They always came to visit before coming on stage; they wanted us to feel appreciated. Brendon creeps up behind you in an attempt to scare you, and it almost does, but you can't tell if it's nerves from his attempt or the sounds from outside that only grew with each passing second.
“Hey, you always get like this, and you always do great, don't sweat it, doll”, Brendon reassures, half trying to ease your nerves, half trying to control his own.
You nod softly, quiet like usual. Although as a dancer you appeared confident, you were the least self-assured person you knew, and so did everyone around you, some attempting to make you feel more reassured than others.
A cold force settles near you, he's close, you thought to yourself. You turn to see Ryan, perfecting his collar in the mirror, his pale fingers kneading the fabric gently, as if it wouldn't be ruffled by the stage and its dancers. He was a sweet guy, or at least he seemed sweet to others. You truly couldn't know for yourself, he avoided the dancers like the plague, but especially you it had seemed.
You had tried to convince yourself you were overthinking it, but each time you were even within 5 meters of him, he would turn and flee, as something in you deterred him. You thought you could push the feeling down, that it didn't matter, but it was Ryan, and it mattered more than you would like to admit.
You didn't want it to become something you thought of, but slowly he crept into your mind, into your dreams even. You would dream you woke up, and he was just standing there, watching as you rested in the Van with all the other dancers, and then he'd be gone, much like in real life. You swear he's there, real every time, but to no avail, he was only an illusion.
Your eyes meet in the mirror, and you quickly shoot away, not wanting him to see the thoughts that brew in your mind, as though you thought he read you like a book. He was sweet, but had a melancholy cloud that followed his every step; he invented the tortured poet.
You try to distract yourself with things like your hair, which you had done hours before, or the lipstick that you knew hadn't smudged, anything to distract you from him and the cool chill he sent up your spine. As you eased your mind, one of the main dancers approached you; this was either going to be great or terrible news.
“Hey girl, Ry’s dance bailed, down with a sickness, we need you to cover for her” Oh god.
“I-is there anyone else? I've never danced with him before” Any excuse to get out of this, you searched your mind for any reason this wouldn't work.
“You're one of our best dancers, you helped with choreo, you know all the parts, you've got this”, she reassures you with a smile.
“Please don't make me. I'm begging,” you plead, hoping it will make this all go away, knowing your fate is already decided.
A foreign but recognised voice cuts through your begging, “Am I that bad of a dance partner?” You turn to him, and his soft smile, but you can sense a slight weight in his words, like it's not some open-ended retaliation, but more of a life-or-death question.
“Oh gosh, Ryan, I'm so sorry, I hope I didn’t offe-”
“Don't worry about it, you're unzipped, turn around”, he replies in a newfound, reassuring voice, still soft spoken but definitely not in a way you know Ryan to be. You turn around at his command, and not long after, he feels his fingers graze your spine, cold and bitter, intoxicating. He fiddles with the zip before pulling it up gently, his other hand coming to hold the small of your back for support. It was loving and completely unexpected.
You feel his hands release you, and before you can turn around to thank him, he's off.
That was the first time he had touched you, let alone spoken a word in your direction, and for some reason, he had to do it while you unintentionally insulted him. If he wasn't warm to you before, there is no chance of getting further with him now.
You watch from a distance as he exits from backstage, probably for a breather or a smoke, you disregard it. It was normal for him these days, happening more and more before shows. Nobody seemed bothered by it, besides the band, their faces overwhelmed with a knowing look that looked more like a grieving look, but again, you disregard it.
Moments later, just as he returns, we are called to the stage, the band leading us on. The crowd grows ten times as loud, even from the mere footsteps of the band members, Brendon greeting the crowd with his welcoming, entrancing introduction.
Just like any other night, the songs start without any dancers at all, but slowly you are all queued up onto the stage, taking your spot out front, or partnered with a member of the band. Usually, it was you and Brendon, which is why he knew your nervous queues, but as you walked on stage, you approached Ryan, brushing his shoulders in that same seductive way you would do with Bren. His eyes land on you, slightly confused. Didn't they tell him?
Despite his confusion, you know you can only continue, brushing his shoulder, mouth ghosting his neck and cheek. You knew you had grown flushed, but routine almost made you disregard Ryan and his own flush that grew under your presence, plaguing his pale, shimmery skin. You had never been this close, seeing the close details of his face, the speckles in his eyes and his adorable curved nose. Your eyes move down to his lips, biting your own, so soft and plush.
As you look closer, your eyes glue to the edge of his lips, closing in on its red outline, it had a light brown tinge and it began to crust at the corners of his mouth. Before you could look any further, his tongue traced his lips softly. You try to ignore the sight, but you couldn't help but let it sit there for a little longer. Dancers don't have lipstick like that.
That was your first thought, some sort of pash with a fellow dancer, it was only to be expected, but something about it didn't click just right.
The final dance called for you to crouch below Ryan, and so you did, and he met your gaze with his soft brown eyes, slightly panicked. Maybe it was the dance? You knew that had something to do with this new found alertness, and a part of you hoped that was what it was, hoping maybe you had even a sliver of a chance with the unattainable poet, but you knew it couldn't be true. If you could give anyone a chance, you knew it would be the practically mute dancer he attempts to avoid so openly. You wished and hoped, but that reality wasn't one you would get the chance to live, and you knew that was something you had to come to terms with. But as your hand brushed up his thigh and he bites his lip so perfectly, the reality was unset in your mind.
The show concluded after several long hours. If as a dancer you got this tired, you could only imagine how tired it must get performing. You settle on the couches backstage, apart from the rest of the group. You never felt like a good addition, more like a spectator to the more interesting characters among the dancers, and sometimes that was ok, but not tonight.
The band comes back from getting changed, and the room erupts with claps and cheers, Brendon bowing, while Jon, Spence, and Ryan stand and smile, in an attempt to stay humble.
Once the commending was over, the band settled among the Dancers, talking as usual. Brendan comes to sit next to you, rubbing your knee gently.
“You were great, thank you for filling in as Ryan's partner, he thought you'd be a good fit for him” he smiles. Good fit?
“Oh I thought it was just cause I helped with choreo and stuff” you question
“Well, of course you're a great dancer, but Ryan wanted to be paired with you, he thinks you're cool” He nudges you lightly, mostly because he's too tired to go the whole way.
Ryan wanted to be your partner? You look around to find him, spotting his eyes on you first, but this time you don't look away, you remain closed in of his soft brown eyes and long eyelashes. You smile gently, your eyes unconsciously batting softly. He looks away then, not a smile, or a trace of one for that one. Are we sure he chose me?
“Just be careful with him. Hes…hes changed a bit, hes harder to connect with… I don't know” You nod softly in response taking in Brendon's every word.
You get ready with everyone else, however you usually shower last. It's not that you were uncomfortable around the others, more so vulnerable, you needed it to think.
The water rushes down your back, soothing your mind in slow laps of current. You still for a second, letting it overrun the worries you couldn't bury on your own, or at least giving you more of a peaceful mind to think through.
You sing to yourself softly in the shower, another perk of going alone. Every song the band performed remained stuck in your head, especially the parts Ryan would sing, his voice entrancing anyone who heard it.
“Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction,”
You sang softly, not wanting anyone outside your own chamber to hear. You continue, increasing the volume in small increments as you grow more confident.
Suddenly, a set of footsteps interrupts your private concert, making you come to an abrupt stop.
The person sits down on one of the seats provided in the change room “Don't stop on my account”, the familiar soft spoken voice says
“Ry? I'm sorry, I thought I was the only one who needed to show-”
“You are”, he replies quickly, “I just wanted to listen to the pretty voice”
You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks “You're very sweet”, you reply
“Just honest”
Silence settles, and the water continues to run over your back. His presence takes away any ability to relax, but you try, going about your shower as usual. Suddenly, the thought of his lips from earlier collapses into your thoughts.
“Ry?”
He replies in a gentle hum, reminding you of how soft he could be even when you aren't visible to one another.
“If you don't mind me asking… um… "What was the red on your lips before?” A new silence settles over the room, the only thing that can be heard is the constant flow of water “Um, it's just I thought it could be a dance, which is uh, totally fine, but…I don't know, it seemed different then that”
“It was different then uh, that, I don't have that kind of relationship with any of the dancers right now, just to uh, let you know” he fiddles with his fingers gently “Um but, no, it's uh, it's nothing you need to worry about”
The silence creeps in again, more so when you turn the shower off. You search the shower for a towel, but it's unsuccessful. Shit.
“Hey, um, do you mind passing my towel and clothes in here, Ry?”
“Oh uh- yeah yeah, of course”
He grabs your clothes from next to him, standing up to pass them over, his hand peering over the shower, dropping them into your hands, brushing against each other gently.
“Thanks- oh uh Ry?” You almost forget, the stupid lacy pair of bra and bottoms inside your tote bag “Um, I'm so sorry, but I just have my bra and stuff in my bag by the sink, do you uh, mind passing it over?”
Without any confirmation, his hand reaches over a second time, handing you your blood red underwear and bra.
“Sorry, Ry”, you say softly, like you regret any further word that comes out of your mouth.
“Who's the lucky person who gets to see those?”
Your legs clench together gently, but you manage a chuckle“They were the only ones I had left! The rest are in the wash”
He chuckles too, "They're cute” You blush on the other side of the shower, gently. Secretly, you hoped maybe one day he could see, but you tried to scrub your mind free of the mere possibility that you would have a shot in hell with THE Ryan Ross.
You get changed in a hurry, before opening the door gently. “You didn't have to wait here Ry, you usually avoid dancers, hm?” you tease
“Hah its not dancers, it's just you mostly”, he chuckles
“Wow, thanks, jerk”, you say jokingly, but a part of you gets weighed down; it wasn't all in your head.
“No! No, I mean, not in that way, I just-” he lets out a sigh, as though to recollect his thoughts “I don't mean it rudely, I just find it hard to be around you” he admits
You look at him, confused. Why is that? You wanted to ask, but you are distracted by his deep red eyes.
“Wow, Ry, what's up with your eyes?” Your hand comes up to graze his under eye, but you're quickly halted by his strong grip on your wrist, keeping you in place.
His eyes turn from yours, and that's when it all comes together.
“It was blood, wasn't it” you ask in a confident tone, though you have not been more scared in your life.
All he can manage is to look you in your eyes, his soft brown eyes filled with worry, as he nods.
His hand drops from yours, only to meet your own face, caressing your cheek gently.
“I need you”, he confesses.
Oh uh ok just leaving this here
ANGEL PT 4 - AFYCSO! RYAN ROSS
summary - the night after practice you learn about the note, and read it, lifting a weight off your heavy heart
- fluff, fem! reader, crush confession, perv thoughts, sexual thoughts, tell me if i left out something
a/n: hi ik this is lowk losing the poll but I had to make a birthday gift so heh 🥹
Lying in your bed that night, the rain dripping down your window as you read in silence, you get distracted, Ryan claiming his way into your mind. He was hard to read, and a part of you felt drawn to that, but a part of you also wondered when he would let his guard down.
As much as you tried to keep your mind on the endless pages of your book, what filled your mind was only thoughts of him. The way his eyes followed you around like a sweet little puppy, how his fingers glided across the fretboard with ease.
You couldn't help but feel perverted as your mind wandered to what else his hands were capable of. Long and pale, so confident on the guitar, but all you wanted was to imagine them tremble as they glided down your body, unsure as they grab your waist, or slotting between your legs.
Or the thought of the plush lips that sang out, now whispering your name like a chant into your neck, crying out the words like a mantra, setting him into a trance, or attached to your neck, leaving hot red marks across your collar.
Your daze was interrupted by giggles from the other side of your walls.
Maddie, your band member, best friend, AND roommate, was up as well, on the phone with someone most likely. You walk into her room on tired out legs, wondering what she was getting up to.
You enter, and she smiles at you, “Dude! Say hi to Jon, he's on the phone” she's so excited about it, you almost forget about your troubles with Ryan.
“Hi Jon, it was nice to see you today” you say, trying to be polite. He was a sweet guy, you were happy for Maddie.
“Hi, how are you? You found the note?” wait. Note?
When you got home, all you were worried about was getting into bed with your book that you hadn't even unpacked your bag.
“The silence right now is telling my you haven't.” he chuckles “Just look in your bag, its from Ryan”
“Oh um, ok, ill go check that out, I'll leave you guys, ok? Have fun, Mads” You leave, still tired but anticipation ignited in your bloodstreams with every stride.
When you entered your room, you sat down on the floor, rummaging through your bag until you saw a small note tucked in next to your perfume.
You opened it gently, reading it carefully. It was short, but all you needed to have yourself flushed and rushing with happiness. Although you had to admit it was a tiny bit cheesy, cheesy was way better than being left in the dark.
You grab your phone and enter Ryan's number that Brendon had given you, apparently all of them are wingmen.
It rings once, then twice, then “Hi, who's this?” his voice melted away the tension that you didn't know you had been keeping
“H-hi Ry, it's me” goddamn stutter. You can practically hear his grin on the other side of the line.
“Oh! Hi! Hi, uh yeah it's nice to hear from you” Ryan huffed out, just as nervous.
“Um so I'm guessing it wasn't just him making up shit?” you both chuckle
“Uh yeah, yeah I'm sorry about that. I guess I should explain a bit” he breathes in gently, trying to calm himself “So um, I'm really sorry about kind of icing you out today, I've kind of had a crush on you, which sounds so stupid to say but it's true. I've basically been sharing everything with the boys, so when Brendon teased me, it made me really nervous. But I tried to hide how I felt cause number one, it's scary as fuck” You both laugh “Um, but also, I didn't want you to think I only wanted you to open for us cause Im attracted to you, you're so talented, and I wouldn't want you to think that you can only achieve these things cause your beautiful.”
He's met with a soft silence; your cheeks are burning at his open confession “P-please say something. Y-you're all I think about”, he says in a timid voice.
You blush gently, but your mind takes over, trying to see how far you can take this
“What do you think of when you think of me, Ry?” you say in a soft, seemingly innocent voice
“Um, us together” he says, followed by a soft gulp
“You can tell me, sweetie, I won't judge”
He lets out a breathless laugh, the pet name rushing red right towards his face “I think of the stuff we'd do alone, and what I'd want to make you feel” he says, breathing nervously, tiptoeing around his perverted mind to find a sentence that gives you a hint without making himself sound like the creep he felt like
“Ryan, I've liked you forever, you know that, right?” you say softly “And, I think about that stuff too”
Ryan lets out a large gush of air, the pit in his stomach slowly piecing itself back together “That's, that's really good to hear, actually” You both chuckle softly
“I'm really excited to see you tomorrow.” He lets out.
You smile softly to yourself, “Me too, Ry”
“Oh, also, what costume do you want to wear tomorrow? Bren's been nagging me about it”
You chuckle on the other line, “I'm not sure, actually. Do you have anything in mind?”
Ryan smiles to himself, “Yeah, yeah, I do actually”
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Going out shopping with Maddie was always an energy-draining activity. You loved your best friend, but she was very much an extrovert, and you were very much not.
Leading up to Pete's party, you had gotten ready with the girls, helping each other with styling and makeup and such.
“Do you think Jon will like it?” Maddie said, looking into her vanity as you helped with her hair
“You look gorgeous, Mads. If he doesn't like it, he's an idiot” She smiles and turns around to hug you.
Once you were each dressed, Gen started the car, listening to Panic's album
“Dude, at this point I'm gonna get sick of themmmm”, Cara groaned, making the rest of us laugh
“Don't say that!” Mads chuckles, “I'm so excited for tonight, guys, it's gonna be so good”
The rest of us hummed in agreement, although nerves still curled up your spine.
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The place was gorgeous, and not to mention HUGE. Who knew Wentz had it like this?
Speaking of, as you each got the porch you were met with him and his signature smile “Guys! How are you? Nice to meet you!” he hugs each of you with a warm embrace, letting you in
“Didnt know you lived in a Hotel Wentz” Cara grinned
“You flatter me Cara” he chuckled
As soon as you enter the living space your nostrils are invaded with the smell of bud, alcohol and sweaty bodies.
“There should be a deodorant policy holy shit” Gen coughed out
“I know right” you reply.
Your eyes search the room for Ryan and when you finally find him, his eyes are already on you, mouth agape. You can't help but drift towards him in slow strides as he does the same, meeting in the middle of a room with mindless bodies, moving to the beat of the music from one of Pete's old speakers.
When he meets you he grabs your hand gently “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” he kisses the tip of your hand softly, red rose meeting your cheeks.
“Hi Romeo” you smile, glancing over his scrap metal armour and brown boots, only to meet his browner eyes.
“Youre beautiful” he lets out like he needs you to hear it, because he did, he needed you to know just a sheer amount of the devotion that weighs on his heart, only reserved for you, his Juliet.
marriage is scary what if he’s not ryan ross
what should my next fic be 👀
vampire!ryan ross x reader
ryan ross x vampire!reader
angel part 4
Leave any other suggestions in the comments or ask privatley, im open to anything including smut and taboo stuff, and im open to learning about characters and writing
Are we ever getting a part 3 of angel?😔 its such a good series🙏🙏
Hi!! Just posted, its extremely short, but its from ryros perspective 👀
ANGEL PT 3 - AFYCSO! RYAN ROSS x FEM! READER
summary - ryans perspective of practice and the words he wished he could say
- fluff, light mentions of oral (f recieving), fem!reader, use of yn
a/n - hi guys! sorry this is very short, i love seeing things from the other characters perspective so i thought id try heh
As you walk towards him setting up, his spine tightens, hidden by how he plays it off. When you greet him with that soft smile, his heart melts and he becomes even tighter in his movements.
"Hey, do you uh need something?" Of course she doesnt, her eyes attached to his face, forcing him to hide away, in fear of stiffening even more
"Oh um, no Im fine I was just wondering if everything's ok" Shes so sweet, he thought. Her voice was soft and warm, caressing his shoulders asking him to ease only for him to refuse.
"Uh yeah, I'm sorry about that whole thing, it must've been a little strange" He wants to kick himself for letting out that weak laugh, letting himself catvh a glimpse of that gorgeous face hed dreampt of since his friends showed him a video of you performing in March. How could such a beautiful face be so unfairly gifted with the voice of an angel?
"It wasn't strange, it was um, sweet" he has to stop himself from letting out a stupid sigh or groan. How could she say that like it was the easiest thing when for him it meant so much
He tries to cover up his helplessness "yeah well, whatever it was, it wont happen again, don't worry, III try get Bren to shut his mouth"
"What do you mean wont happen again?" Oh shit.
His eyes detach from your face, trying to think of a way to remove himself entirely "Um Bren just making up shit"
Why couldnt he just make it known? Let you into his thoughts only slightly, giving you a glimpse of how fast his heart races at the mention of your name? It was better like this, he tried to tell himself, she doesnt want to know what goes on in my head. But looking at her face as her eyes shift, he feels like a monster in need of a cage.
But when he watched you perform, he was thankful there was no cage to keep you hidden from his gaze. Eyes attached to you out of need rather then force, as your body glided acrossbthe stage. His eyes remained of your face and your pretty lips for as long as they could, before his eyes couldnt help but glance at your perfect breasts and thighs.
He couldnt count how many times he had wished to grace his hands upon your beautiful skin, eliciting beautiful sounds from your mouth while his head was between your-
Before his mind could wander the room errupted with cheers for your band, slowley he joined in.
Later as you all spoke about costumes, he was more then happy to be your partner, attempting to hide his smile by biting his lip.
He knew he had to make it up to you for what he had tried to hide earlier before he could even think about costumes, so before you guys left, he tucked a small note in your sweet bag he loved.
"Y/n, Im really happy that I get to partner up with you, your a beautiful girl with a beautiful voice to match. I know what I said earlier was strange, and thats because it was untrue, you are an angel, I hope you know it too - Ryan"
He tucked it in one of the pockets, next to your perfume, and hed be lying if he said he didnt smell once or twice.
Your scent washed over him and calmed him down, settling his shoulders and relaxing his spine. If he had to smell one scent for the rest of his time living, it would be you, and he only hoped that with this letter, he could one day make that dream an eternal reality.
ANGEL PT 2 - AFYCSO! RYAN ROSS x FEM! READER
summary: You begin rehearsals and are curious about Brendon’s comment and seek answers
-fluff, lead singer, fem! reader
Quiet settles over you and Ryan and before you go to speak, hes off.
You stare at the back of his head as he storms away, fidgeting with his jeans as he joins the rest of them in the living room turned practice area.
Your happiness and nervousness turned to confusion and slight upset.
Pushing it away, you join the group also, making sure to try avoid Ryan. Despite looking frustrated just a moment ago, he stares at you with his soft brown eyes as you join the group, seemingly not even attempting to hide it.
“Alright guys, we are all extremely excited to have you” Brendon begins. He continues to explain the outlines of the show, it was a halloween party, which called for costumes, to some dislike and some excitement. He explained how long each set was, your band being roughly 40 minutes, theirs being an hour. Seemed easy enough.
“Alright, any questions girls?” Brendon asked
“Um with the costumes, do we have to match eachother?” Gen asked jokingly, but Maddy was already deadset on Winx club already.
“Uh i don’t think its required I guess… but we are so maybe think about it?” Brendon chuckles
“Ooooo what are we thinking boys?” Cara chuckles
“Undecided, someone suggested South Park, i forget who” Jon adds
As the group discuss the costume situation, Maddy and you just sit watching, and you decide to tell her about the Ryan situation
“Yeah and then he just walks off not saying another word”
“Hmm he does seem shy I guess, that was a dick move of Bren but… kinda funny” Maddy and you giggle
Brendon breaks the chatter “Guys, costumes after rehearsal, ok?”
He recieves a groan from the room, before people start to set up. You decide to take the setting up as a way to talk to Ryan.
As he sets up the guitars, running his hand through his dark hair, you walk over to help out, and he looks up at you, nervousness creeping into his movements.
“Hi” you say with a soft smile
“Hey, do you uh need something?” He replies, unable to keep eye contact as he speaks
“Oh um, no Im fine I was just wondering if everything’s ok” you ask as you deal with the leads
”Uh yeah, I’m sorry about that whole thing, it must’ve been a little strange” he chuckles, managing to look at you again and smile
You smile back “It wasn’t strange, it was um, sweet”
He looks at you with a confused smirk “yeah well, whatever it was, it wont happen again, don’t worry, Ill try get Bren to shut his mouth”
You look at him puzzled “What do you mean wont happen again?”
He looks away again, almost as if he was channeling a response in his head “Um Bren just making up shit“
Your bright mood sinks. Making up?
“Oh um, you didn’t say that stuff?”
“Oh, no that would be um weird about a girl I don't really know” he chuckles, confidently this time
All you do is simply nod, and walk away to help Maddy with a task that didn't exist
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After everything was set up, your band begins to get themselves situated in there positions, Gen on Drums, Cara on Guitar, Maddy on Bass, and you, nervous, in front on the mic.
The boys seat themselves on the couch, excited to watch the performance they had anticipated since hearing your single.
Ryan sat in between Jon and Brendon, in the middle of the couch, facing you, but looking at anything but you.
You push whatever feeling of fragility or insecurity Ryan had gotten out of you without even trying to do so, knowing you had to make this perfect.
So as the first song started, you gave it everything you had, your voice dancing around the ears of the band in front of you, beautiful, yet rough and powerful like the music created by the other members. You danced around stage, flowing like water and stomping like machine. You brought everything you had hoped and garnered the reaction you had hoped to see all week.
Ryan watched you wander around the stage, entranced, mouth agape.
The others watched the you all in a look of amazement, nodding along and tapping their legs against the floorboards. Brendon at one point invited (more like forced) Ryan to dance with him, as Spencer did the same with Jon.
By the end, the clapped and cheered, leaving you and the girls ecstatic but too cool to show it, so you just smiled and thanked them, sitting back in your spots.
“Dude that was fucking insane!” Brendon exclaimed, genuinely amazed
“Yeah i’m so glad we asked you guys to do this dude” Jon said impressed
You all spoke about elements of the performance, highlighting the strengths of each person in the group, and when it came to your turn to hear praise, everyone, including your own band gushed about how impressed they were
“I know you don’t know how to react to compliments but you genuinely sing like an angel, it shocks me every time” Maddy said, snuggling into you softly
The room agreed, even Ryan, nodding shyly, making your heart pick up slightly
After a little while, the conversation eventually moved back to costumes, brainstorming ideas, before Spence thinks of an idea
“Wait guys, why dont we each do a partnered costume with someone from each others bands? That would be kinda dope”
The group agreed loudly commending Spencers idea
“Ooo yes, who should go with who?” Jon asked
You look over at Maddy and smile softly, knowing it was time to wingman
“Jon you should go with Maddy” you say with a smile
Jon nodded, agreeing to the arrangement, and Maddy mouth a small thank you before being a wingman of her own.
“Maybe you can go with Ryan? Your both nerdy lyricist after all” Maddy and the others chuckled
“I’d like that” Ryan added, a soft smile creeping onto your face.
sometimes when i’m bored i just scroll through the ryan ross tag and stare out the window longingly like i’m waiting for him to come back home
honey come back the kids miss you
ANGEL - AFYCSO! RYAN ROSS x FEM! READER
summary: you and your band get invited to open for panic at a party, and your crush, ryan ross gets teased by brendon for his own crush
- fluff, fem! reader, crush, bands
You and your band were gathered around the living room of your drummer, Gen, after uploading the final pieces of your of your debut album, almost ready to launch. You had already released a single, teasing the album to listeners, not expecting much traction. Female bands were always overlooked.
This is what you thought until Cara, your lead guitarist, received a call from someone you couldn’t have anticipated.
“Uh hey? This is Cara” she said confused, not recognising the number
“Hey Cara, This is Brendon, are the girls with you?”
Confusion turned to shock as she turned the phone to speaker “Oh uh, yeah Brendon, what’s up?” The rest of us looked at her in shock and excitement
“Haha, hey guys, so me and the band heard about your single through some friends, its really fucking good, and we were wondering if you’d want to open for us at a party next week at Petes place?”
Brendon Urie, Lead singer of Panic! At the Disco, had reached out to the band to open for them at a party?
“Dude are you joking? Of course!” Maddy, the bassist, yelled out excitedly, the band and Brendon all laughing
“Haha Great! It’d be really nice to mee- Oh! Ryan! The girls are on the phone, they said yes! Say hi!”
The group looked at you smiling, knowing about your little crush on the lead guitarist, you roll your eyes, then smile, excited to hear his voice
“Oh, hey guys, really excited to hear you perform” he said in a softer, calmer voice then Brendon
“We know who else your excited abou-” Brendon teased before getting a shove from Ryan
“Anyway, see you guys on Thursday for run throughs, then Friday for the party, ok?”
“Yeah thanks again Brendon” Cara said before closing the call
You and the girls all screamed and hugged eachother
“Did you hear what he said about the song?? “Really fucking good”!!” Cara yelled out
“Also did he say Pete as in Pete Wentz? Like, Fall out boy Pete Wentz??” Gen asked excitedly
“And youuu get to meet Ryannnn” Maddy said smiling and nudging you playfully
“What did Brendon mean by what he said to Ryan?” You asked the group
“I think he might like someone in the band!!” Maddy yelled “It better be you dude, and ill try talk to Jon, then we can go on double dates!!” You chuckle, hoping he meant you.
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Thursday rolled around quickly, yet couldn’t come fast enough. You had all practiced constantly leading up to meeting panic, not wanting to make them regret there decision.
You pulled up in Maddy’s van, having most of the gear in the back. You had all tried to look presentable yet laid back, trying to leave a good expression.
Before getting the stuff out of the car, you all had a team meeting.
“Ok guys, I know were all nervous, but were going to do great ok? Don’t put too much pressure on yourselves because this is just a practice, they chose us” you say, encouraging the girls
“Exactly guys, we don't need to worry too much today, but we still have to show them how strong we are, lets go!” Cara exclaimed before everyone got out.
As you all began to lug amps, leads, and instruments, the boys met us outside
“Hi Guys! Need some help?” Brendon exclaimed
“Yes please!” You all said almost in unison
The boys headed over to the van, helping you guys out, smiling and chuckling
You had tried to lift up the vocal amp but struggled, before one of them came up behind you
You carry it inside then turn around to see who it is “thanks du-” you pause as you see Ryan standing before you
“Hi” you both say at the same time, pausing awkwardly, only being pulled out of the moment by Brendon grabbing both your shoulders
“I see you two have met, You know, Ryan has not shut up about you?” he says to you with a smile
Your gaze goes from Brendon, back to Ryan and his now rosy cheeks
“Really?” You say surprised
“What was it you were saying she resembled? An angel was it Ry?” Brendon chuckled
Your cheeks had grown red, matching Ryans
“Guys! Practice!” Gen called out
“Looks like we gotta head in” Brendon said walking off with a smirk
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