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*Halloween* I Hate You, I Love You. (Part 2) (Ryan Ross x Reader)

Request: a user on Wattpad: ‘Matching costumes with ryan Ross’

Prompt 7: Costumes

It was three months after you’d played the final show of the Pretty. Odd. tour. After the whole ‘breakdown-on-stage-and-scream-at-Ryan-Ross that you hate him’ thing, the remaining months of touring were hell, to say the least. You and Ryan both made conscious efforts to try and avoid one another as much as possible, but obviously, it was no easy feat. Despite playing shows with Panic! every night, there were photo shoots, press conferences and interviews that you were under obligation to do – some of which you were forced to interact with Ryan during – all while trying your best to avoid any more rumours erupting in your fanbase (they were still trying to come up with a conclusion as to why you cried on stage). So, yeah, life was hard during those few months.

The morning after the final show, you were so eager to get home that you were up at the crack of dawn, despite being enormously tired, and you were the first one on the tour bus that morning, as well as the first one to board the plane that would bring you your salvation, i.e. take you far away from Ryan Ross.

With the exception of a few ‘hey how are you’ texts and some random tweets at each other, you hadn’t spoken to any of the members of Panic! over the past three months, so when you received an out of the blue phone call from Brendon while you were getting a morning pick-me-up from Starbucks, you were understandably a little apprehensive about answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N/N)!” Brendon’s energy radiated through the phone, and you couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face; you had to admit that you’d missed the over-hyped man-child. “How are you?”

“Uh,” you reached forward and took your order, mouthing a thank you to the barista, “I’m good, all things considering,” you turned and headed to nearby empty table, “How’re you?”

“I’m great. Although, I would be even better if you came to the Halloween costume party I’m throwing.”

Ah, so that’s why he called.

“Is Ryan gonna be there?”

“No.” You narrowed your eyes, and even though he couldn’t see you, Brendon knew exactly what you were doing, prompting him to continue. “He really isn’t! He’s taking a trip to see his grandma or whatever.”

You tapped a finger on your coffee cup as you contemplated whether or not to agree. You hadn’t been out in a while; a party sounded lovely. And you truly did miss the members of Panic! – bar Ryan, of course. And since he wouldn’t be attending, you decided you would.

“Okay.”

“Yeah! Oh, and bring the rest of the guys too!”

You took a sip from your coffee. “I’ll extend the invite to the group chat.”

“Can’t wait to see you!”

“You too, Bren,” you smiled, before hanging up and walking out of the Starbucks.

Now to find a costume.

“So are you in?”

“Yeah, of course,” Ryan nodded as he and Brendon exited the studio, “It’s on Halloween night, right?” Brendon nodded. “Then yeah, I’ll definitely be there. Wait,” he frowned when a thought struck him. “Did you invite (Y/N)?”

“No,” Brendon scoffed, “Of course not.”

“Brendon?”

“Yes?”

“Stop lying to me.”

Brendon stopped walking and threw his hands outwards, an offended look on his face. “Why does no one believe me when I tell them stuff?”

“I always believe you when you tell me stuff… mostly. But after your attempts to set us up, I don’t trust you when it comes to (Y/N).”

“Dude, I haven’t spoken to her in months. I didn’t invite her.”

Ryan stared at his friend thoughtfully before finally nodding. “Alright. I believe you.”

“Thank you,” Brendon breathed, moving to place an arm over Ryan’s shoulder and starting to walk again. “Now, let’s talk costumes. I was thinking Lord of The Rings vibes for you. Like a hobbit or something.”

“Do I look okay?” you turned to Jesy and Leighton, who were standing next to you on Brendon’s porch.

“Smoking,” Leighton clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Someone’s defs gonna get lucky tonight,” Jesy smirked, playfully nudging you in the arm.

“I hope so. Lord knows I need it,” you sighed, ringing the doorbell.

“By the end of the night, forget ‘Mother of Dragons’,” Leighton gestured to your costume; you were Daenerys, your outfit crazily accurate, right down to a dragon on your shoulder, “you’ll be the ‘Mother of Banging’.”

“Oh, my god.”

You and Jesy burst into laughter at his comment, and not too soon after, Brendon opened the door, clad in a Batman costume.

“Yeah! It’s my bitches!” he laughed happily and engulfed all three of you in an uncomfortable group hug. “Aw, I missed you guys so much!”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Jesy chuckled, patting him on the head.

Brendon beamed, but it soon turned into a frown when he noticed the absence of the fourth member of your band. “Where’s Slade?”

“Food poisoning hit him hard,” Leighton replied, shaking his head as flashbacks of Slade throwing up entered his mind, “Word of advice: Do not buy hotdogs from a food truck that has a cat as a co-chef.”

Brendon let out a laugh and moved to the side of the doorway, gesturing for you to enter, which you did. The place was packed, and you smiled to yourself; with all of these people here tonight, there was no way you wouldn’t find someone to leave with.

A full hour into the party and you were still standing alone, grumpily eating pretzels from the snack table, utterly despondent.

It wasn’t that no one was interested – countless guests had expressed a liking towards you – but no one was ~doing it~ for you. Maybe it’s because you set such high standards for yourself. If you lowered those a little bit, you could’ve had sex with five different people in the past hour. Not that you’d ever do something like that – you respected yourself far too much – but still, the principle stands.

Or maybe you haven’t hooked up with anyone yet because none of them are Ryan.

Oh, fuck off, brain! Why did you have to be so self-destructive? You hadn’t thought about Ryan in a long time – since this morning; it was your longest streak and now you’ve broken it. Why did his stupid face have to keep creeping into your head?

Ugh, you hated him.

“Still nothing?” Jesy joined you.

You shook your head solemnly. “Nada.”

“Well, I did see a Jon Snow somewhere over there. I didn’t see his face, but he had a nice butt. You should go talk to him.”

“Yeah,” you frowned, straightening up and snapping out of your depressive state, “yeah, I should. I’m going.”

“That’s my girl,” Jesy smirked, “Wait!” she pulled you back when you started to walk and adjusted your costume, particularly around the chest area. “There. Knock ‘em dead, babe.” She shot you a wink and pushed you off.

You spotted the Jon Snow a little way away and gathered yourself as you sauntered over, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey,” you put on your flirtiest voice, “I noticed you’re the only Jon Snow here, and- ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING RIGHT NOW?”

“Nice to know nothing’s changed, (Y/N),” Ryan scoffed, sending you a sarcastic smile, “Still as charming as ever.”

“What are you doing here?” you demanded.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Brendon said he hadn’t spoken to you in months.”

“He hadn’t. Up until last week when he called to invite me. That’s also when he said that you were gonna be visiting your grandm- Wait,” you breathed out in disbelief. “Oh, Urie, you motherfucker.”

“I can’t believe he did this,” Ryan shook his head, “you think he’d learn by now but nooooo.”

“I need a drink,” you rubbed your eyes.

“Same.”

One drink turned into three, which turned into six, and before you knew it, you were sitting at the kitchen table next to Ryan, both of you considerably drunk.

You were currently laughing uncontrollably at something he had said, and he smiled admiringly at you. There was no denying that you looked insanely hot tonight, and even though he’d always found you attractive, tonight… whew.

“You have a very nice laugh, (Y/N),” he whispered, staring seriously at you, “And you look amazing tonight.”

Your laughing stopped, and you stared back at him just as seriously. “Thank you, Ryan. But you know what?”

“What?”

“I still hate you.”

His eyes widened and he stared at you with those cursed puppy-eyes that were now full of hurt. Seeing him like that, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let out the most adorable giggle Ryan had ever heard in his life.

“I’m joking, silly,” you slurred through laughter and he relaxed, letting out a chuckle of his own.

“You sure? I mean, you’ve told me you hate me lots of times.”

“I don’t really hate you. I was pissed at you because you kissed that girl, then made me drink, which made me make-out with one of my best friends, then I cried on stage, then my fans started harassing me, and after all of that, I still wasn’t your girlfriend! That made me upset,” you frowned.

God, you really were a fucking train wreck when you were drunk. Did anything you just said even make any sense?

It did to Ryan, apparently.

“Wait, so you really do like me?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I thought you were kidding when you told Brendon.”

“Why would you think that?” you cocked your heart to the side.

“Because I saw you make-out with Slade at the club. And then when I tried to comfort you after you cried on stage, you told me you hate me, so I figured you didn’t really mean it.”

“I only did all of that because you were with that girl,” you grumbled. “She was all over you. I didn’t like it.”

A smile formed on Ryan’s face. “Wow. We should get you drunk more often. It’s way easier to get you to talk about everything you’re feeling when you’re like this.”

He was right. You’d never in a million years say any of the things you were saying now if you were sober.

“I’m not very good at voicing my feelings,” you admitted.

“Neither am I,” he shrugged, scooting closer to you and gently grabbing your face in his hands. “But I could show you, if that’s okay?”

As soon as you nodded, his mouth was on yours, and oh goodness.

Ryan’s lips were as soft as you’d expected them to be, but his kiss was hard and dominant – a direct contrast to the tenderness of his lips.

He broke away far too soon for your liking, and almost immediately after his lips left yours, you pulled him back, making him smile into the kiss.

Leighton walked past the kitchen while on his way over to the snack table; he got three steps past the doorway before he backtracked, poking his head inside. Stifling a hoot, he whipped out his phone and snapped the two of you mid-kiss.

“What’re you doing?” Jesy whispered, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself while she leaned forward and smiled on at you and Ryan.

“She wants the fans to stop harassing her about the breakdown on stage, doesn’t she? Well, I’m sure this’ll make them forget all about it.”

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