Dinner Date - Ryden

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by Ravenclawgirl2003

by Ravenclawgirl2003

Not requested by anyone but I have a big long Ryden story (4613 words) and this is just an excerpt. If anyone really wants to read the full thing, let me know!!

"Hey moon?" I called from my spot in the bedroom.

"Yeah, sunshine?" my boyfriend Ryan called back.
"Come here," I beckoned.
"I'm getting up," he sighed. I knew his writer's block was being a pain, so he couldn't have written more if he wanted to.
"This had better be worth it Bren. I'm writing!" he complained, trudging into our room to see a blanket fort, with me at the foot of the bed and putting a Disney movie into the DVD player.
"Come on, your snacks are gonna get eaten," I said, crawling inside and hitting play on the remote. Ryan followed me in and the opening credits of Peter Pan rolled. We sat in the fort, happily munching on snacks and watching the movie until I turned to him.
"Wanna go out for dinner?" I asked.
"Okay. Where are we going?" he replied, pausing the movie.
"Wanna get fish and chips and eat them on the beach?" I asked, getting up and stretching.

"Yeah, alright. I'll get the blanket," Ryan said, turning off the TV and fetching the picnic blanket. I gathered our things and we left the house. Driving down the road, I felt the butterflies in my stomach begin to rise.

"Bren? You alright?" Ryan asked, putting his hand on my thigh.
"Yeah fine babe," I replied, smiling at him.
"Okay.... Turn now if you don't wanna miss the shop," he indicated, and I snapped back to the road and turned to pull up at the fish and chip shop. As we walked in, I heard music playing and smiled to myself.
"Hiya guys, what can I get you?" the young girl behind the counter asked. Ryan ordered for us as I studied the girl. She must have been high school age, maybe fourteen or fifteen. She had fake nails but they were very short and black and her eyes were bloodshot like she had been crying before we came in. "That'll be $28," she said after a while. She spoke quietly like she was scared to speak loudly. I went to pull out my wallet, but Ryan stopped me.

"I'll pay tonight," he insisted.
"No, you've been working too hard lately. Consider this my treat," I objected, handing the girl thirty dollars. She quickly put it in the register and handed me the change with a small smile. Her hand brushed mine and I felt callouses under her fingertips, which made me wonder if she played guitar.
"Thank you," I said.
"No problem. It won't take long," she replied shyly before disappearing into the back to start cooking as Ryan and I sat down at a table.

"I hate writer's block," Ryan mumbled tiredly, resting his head on a magazine that lay open but suddenly he jumped back, his eyes wide.

"Something moved," he said quickly, lifting one cover of the tabloid to reveal a blue and white toy with multiple sides.
"It's a fidget toy," I replied, picking it up.

"Cool. Do you think it's hers?" Ryan asked, gesturing to the girl in the kitchen.

"Yeah probably," I replied, getting up.
"Excuse me, Ma'am?" Ryan called to her. She turned to face us, wiping her hands on her apron as she walked over.
"Yes Sir?" she asked politely.
"Is this yours? My boyfriend just found it on the table," I questioned, holding up the cube.
"Yes, it is. I've been looking for this. Thank you very much," she replied, taking it from me and putting it behind the counter.
"That's alright," I responded, standing at the counter. She smiled at me before pulling the chips out of the deep fryer and tipping them into a stainless-steel bowl. Ryan jumped to his feet and joined me at the counter as she wrapped our food tightly and put it into a bag.

"Enjoy your meal. Have a great night guys," she said, holding out the bag.
"Thank you, oh and I love your shirt by the way," Ryan said, taking it from her. She smiled, thanking him as she smoothed out her black Rolling Stones top.
"You have a good night too darling," I replied.

"Come on moon," I giggled, linking arms with Ryan as we strolled down to the beach, grabbing the picnic blanket from the car on the way past.

"Shut up," I giggled, spreading out the blanket and we sat down on it and opened the food. The sun was beginning to set, and everything was bathed in a gorgeous golden glow.
"The view looks so beautiful," I murmured, staring directly at Ryan.

"Yeah, it does," he replied, gazing out into the water.

"I dunno what view you're looking at, but I bet mine's better," I smirked. That's when he turned and noticed where I was looking and blushed deeply.
"Just eat the damn food," he giggled, picking up a chip and waving it at me. I tried to bite it, but Ryan ended up pulling it away just as I lunged for it.
"Smart ass," I grumbled as he laughed happily.

"Yeah, but I'm your smart ass," he grinned at me.
"Not yet you're not..." I muttered under my breath.

"I love you," Ryan said, leaning on my shoulder once all the food had been demolished.
"I love you too..." I replied, kissing him on the forehead.
"Bren? Can we get married one day?" Ryan asked, making my heart leap into my throat.
"Ry... I have something to tell you," I said, trying to be calm.
"You-You're not breaking up with me, are you?" he asked, beginning to panic.

"Of course not. In fact, I've wanted to ask you this for a while now... I'm not good at speeches... so George Ryan Ross the Third, will you marry me?" I asked, getting on one knee and pulling the small black box from my pocket. Ryan's hands flew to his mouth, his eyes filling with sparkling tears as he nodded happily. I slid the ring onto his finger and he admired it, before flinging his arms around me.
"I love you so f**king much Brendon Urie," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too Ryan Urie," I whispered into his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

That was three years ago. Now, Ryan and I have two children, a boy and girl who we named Charles and Iracebeth (Ryan chose her name). We also started a band called Panic! At The Disco with our friend Spencer and we're now working on our third record.

"I love you baby," Ryan said, resting his head on my shoulder after we had put the kids to bed and were cuddling on the sofa.
"I love you too," I replied, kissing him on the nose. He pressed a kiss to my lips and I immediately kissed back, opening my mouth and deepening the kiss as our tongues fought for dominance, me obviously winning. I pushed him back onto the couch as we continued making out until I pulled away for air.

"I love you sun,"

"I love you too moon,"

And we fell asleep on the couch, in each other's embrace.

Sorry it was so long but yeah. Keep requesting please! I love writing them.

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