Panic at the Disco

My Heart, Your Hands
(Slash at the Disco Writing Contest #8)
Status: Short (10,530 words)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
P.O.V.: Ryan
Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Ryan just-so-happens to be in a fight with his girlfriend, so his best friend comes over for a little bit of Brendon-Snuggle-Time.

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It’s New Years Eve, and I don’t know how or why, but my auto-pilot has turned off and... I’m semi-stoked as fuck. I’m not sure what that completely means, to be honest, but I know I’ve been talking a lot more, lately, and I feel like I’m finding my footing, again. Being that the last few months have been pretty hard, in hindsight I think I’ ( Read more... )

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It’s eleven thirty, I’m sitting at the end of my hotel room bed, my hands on my knees, not really tired but not really interested in doing anything. I wonder if most of this people in the world realize how strange it is to have my own songs stuck in my head. It’s one thing to have someone else’s song stuck in your head, but your own? It’s ( Read more... )

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I’m stopped, now, by no move of my own. It’s because Spencer has stopped me, and now he’s staring at me, very seriously, his forehead wrinkled a little. My thoughts are turned off, right now, because I’m just that obviously destroyed that Brendon has asked her along. How could he? Granted, he was incredible to me when it came to my ex- ( Read more... )

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Australia, it has been amazing. One minute I’m waking up in a strange hotel bed, which I’ve seemed to miss, though I won’t admit it to anyone, and the next, I’m out sight-seeing, as Brendon has made sure it has been a PRIORITY for the whole band, so we had time for that, and the next minute, I’m doing interviews. I think this really might ( Read more... )

"Yeah, I get it," I return, following him towards my open door, closely, giving him a rub on the back of his head, being playful and brotherly. "But, should I ever find you snuggling and shit, I really don’t care. You’re sixteen. Sixteen year old twins are weird. I’m not even going to TELL you the weird shit I did or thought about when I was ( Read more... )

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"ONE OF US? What the fuck-you’re CRAZY!"

"Look, he’s sixteen," I reiterate. I have no worries about this; it’s just something I felt good about the first moment I saw him. "He’s clean cut, his dad is, like, a drug-addict and he didn’t want that shit, so he decided to move out on his own, and he stopped even talking to his dad. That says good ( Read more... )

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The next week flies by, everything back to normal. We wake up in the morning, the day flies by until we get on stage, we play, get off stage and then fall asleep on the bus, while it’s moving to our next location. Brendon and I haven’t really talked, but we don’t avoid each other. We say hi or nod at each other, in passing, or watch a movie ( Read more... )

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The hallway is busy, and it seems everyone is finally leaving, so I keep my hand with Alex’s, leading him through the crowd, because he has no idea where to go. I don’t either, really; I’m just following Jon who I see, up ahead, with some of our crew. I haven’t been referring to a lot of my friends by their names, recently. I call people " ( Read more... )

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Spencer just looks into his open hands, distressed, and I feel a knot in my stomach, "Ryan, you need to work this shit out with him. You’re all over each other, you always are. I get that it’s pretty much just part of your friendship, but he is Brendon, and you never fight with him, so you need to get over this girlfriend shit. Maybe he ( Read more... )