Band One-Shots (Requests Open)

Green - Ryan Ross x Reader

I feel like shit...here's a thing! outfit+ makeup in media.

y/n/n – your nickname btw

Also, I'm making you and f/n really good roller skaters coz bookdragon2004 wanted the first date at a roller rink. (We're in a group of really good skaters and we do volunteer work at the rink so it's becoming our second home)

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Your P.O.V:

Okay, here's a life lesson for you. Do not give your best friend keys to your apartment if you value your sleep. (I'm making the friend nonbinary coz I don't know who you guys are friends with)

"ALRIGHT WAKE YOUR ZOMBIE ASS UP, WE'RE GOING OUT!" screeched an all-too familiar voice. I sat up slowly, letting out my best undead human-thing groan as I did so.

"Jesus Christ, even Chris Motionless would be scared of that one," f/n replied, their e/c eyes wide.
"F*ck you," I groaned.

"Now or later?" they smirked, which made me flip my middle finger up and causing f/n to laugh loudly.
"Come on, up. One, we're going skating, and two, there's writing on your arm again," f/n replied, pulling the blankets off me.

"Once again, f*ck you," I whined, sitting up.
"Once again, now or later?" they asked again, and this time, I flung my pillow at them and that's when I finally saw the messy handwriting on my arm.

'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!'.

I let out a chuckle at the message and f/n looked up at me.
"What?" they asked, craning their neck from under the pillow. I read the message out to them.

"Sounds like whoever it was got caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing," f/n stated, wiggling their eyebrows at me. I scoffed, pulling myself out of bed and hoisting f/n off the floor.

"Where are we going?" I asked, stretching my arms above my head.

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom coz I need to pee and I would suggest you get dressed," f/n announced, twirling around and walking out of the room.

"Ever heard of tmi?" I muttered under my breath before pulling my shirt over my head and picking out my outfit for the day. I turned on Green by Cavetown to sing as I dressed and slowly I began to zone out.

"You look so good in green. I hope you're well. You look so good with him, and I'm proud of you still!" I sang loudly as a green t-shirt made its way down my body.
"BOO BITCH!" shouted a voice making me let out a scream that nearly shattered the windows.

"JESUS F*CK Y/N IT'S ME STOP YOUR BANSHEE SHIT!" f/n yelled, slapping a hand over my mouth. I shot them a death glare and licked their hand which caused them to yelp and start wiping their hand on their jeans.

"It's your own fault. You put your hand on my mouth, Imma lick you," I replied, noticing them looking at my chest.
"Hey, eyes up here, remember?" I retorted, waving a hand in front of their face.

"That's what you're wearing? You need a new wardrobe," they stated bluntly, heading over to my closet.
"What's wrong with this? It's green! And flannel!" I exclaimed, tugging at the sleeves.

"It's too big for you. Wear this one instead," they replied, throwing me a smaller shirt. I pulled on the outfit and f/n nodded approvingly.

"Happy now, stylist?" I joked as they grinned.

"Hey, I'm still learning. Now, where's your makeup?"

"Makeup?" I asked questioningly as f/n began inspecting my palettes and lipstick.