Ryden One Shots

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Hi everyone! My first one shot 🖤 It's pretty short, but I hope you still enjoy!

Brendon's POV

April 13, 2010

It's been about a year since I last talked to Ryan. Actually, it's been exactly a year since our last show together. All I've had to remember him by is the pictures, the magazines, the endless videos on the internet. God, I've missed him, and I've decided that needs to end.

I was drunk and sad when I ordered the tickets. To his show, I mean. And today's the day, so I flew to the venue all the way in Colorado. The opening band is already on stage, and all there's left to do is wait. 

I'm wearing sunglasses and a hat in hopes that nobody recognizes me, but of course there has to be someone. "Hey, you're Brendon Urie!" I nod to the girl, adorned in combat boots and a black sweater advertising my band. She smiles and asks for a picture, which I of course accept. As she squeals, "Thanks, Brendon," a familiar pair of eyes meet mine.

Jon Walker; guitarist and back up vocals for Ryan's new band. His eyes widen in shock but he doesn't attempt to communicate with me as he runs back to where he came from, behind the stage.

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Ryan's POV

I sit, brushing through my hair lazily, almost in a trance. I know what day it is: the anniversary of my last show with Panic! at the Disco. A tear graces my cheek as I remember I will have to play Cape Town tonight. I am just wiping it away when Jon bursts through the door, yelling, "Ryan!"

I turn from the mirror and look at him, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Yes?" I answer in the calmest voice I can muster.

"Brendon is here. I swear to God Ryan, I'm not lying. I just saw him and he-" Jon pauses suddenly, exhaling shakily. "What do you want me to do, Ry?" He sits down in a chair to my right, sighing as he does so.

I think for a moment before letting out an emotionless, "Nothing." I regain my composure before continuing, "Tonight's just a normal night. We're gonna play a normal show and then we're back on the road. Nothing new, nothing special." I bite my lip as the opening act finishes up their set. We have about five minutes before we have to face the crowd. I run my fingers through my hair nervously, standing to leave the room.

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Most of the set goes smoothly, until we get to Cape Town. I breathe out into the microphone, staring out at the crowd in front of me. Brendon is in there somewhere, I think. "I'd like to dedicate this song to someone special in the crowd tonight." With that, we began the song, and before I know it, our entire set is over.

"Thanks so much for coming out tonight, we hope to see you again soon," Jon closes out the night as we all take a final bow before going backstage.

I run straight to the bathroom, a habit of mine. After a show, I always wash my hands and face hoping to wake myself up. I lock the door quickly, before turning around to meet a familiar pair of eyes. His strong arms pull me in for a hug before I could even react, and I'm whispering into him, "How did you know I'd be here?"

Brendon's smirk tickles my neck as he answers, "I pay attention, remember?" There's a little pause before he pulls away slightly, moving his hands to my waist. "I've missed you so much, Ry," he mumbles before melding his lips to mine. He's drunk, and I can taste the whiskey on his tongue, but I don't care. He's warm and inviting, and I missed him too, God I missed him. 

He detaches from me only for a second before reconnecting his full lips with my jaw, making his way down to my neck. I choke out in between quiet moans and gasps for air, "I missed you too, Bren," and he returns to kissing my lips. I pull at his dark locks of hair and he moans into my mouth, giving me an opportunity to deepen our kiss. Our hands roam across each other carelessly, and it's familiar, but it's different too.

He's changed, definitely, but I decide that's a good thing as he smirks against my lips; a promise of more to come.

hA! So I decided the first chapter shouldn't be very... smutty. So I'm starting with this short one! Send in requests through PM or comment, I don't care! Thanks for reading either way 🌸🖤