A Year Ago Today [StandAlone]
Title: A Year Ago Today. [StandAlone]
Author: scarletsuicidex
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Ryan Ross /Brendon Urie (Ryden)
POV: Ryan’s
Summary: 1 Year = 12 Months = 52 Weeks= 365 Days = 8766 Hours = 525 949 Minutes = 31 556 926 Seconds.
Disclaimer: Fan Fiction, therefore it’s not true. Story title taken from the song "Year Ago Today" by Delta Goodrem
Dedications: To repulsive_x , Happy Birthday! <3
Author Notes: It was “a year ago today” that I saw Panic! at the Disco live, and I wanted to do something to commemorate the occasion. But seeing as I’m not allowed to Decaydance Fest - although it is perfect because it’s on the same day and everything *tear* - I decided to write this instead. There are more A/N at the end, as sometimes I just can't stop talking. haha! Enjoy :)
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Dear Journal,
It’s been 1 year since, what I thought was going to be my worst day, turned out to be one the best days of my entire life. It all started to pick up round about show time.
The adrenaline, the hype, the stage, the lights, the crowd, the faces, the smiles, the music, the heat, the sweat, the almost kiss, the screams, the slight dizzy-ness, the look, his smile, the encore, the cheers, the bow, the darkness.
But the show wasn’t over just yet.
12 Months ago, I got off stage to almost walk straight into the sweaty, sticky figure that was Brendon Urie. He’d obviously been waiting for me. I can remember the moment so vividly when he grabbed me by the lower arms and pulled me closer to him, whispering those words that I’ll never forget.
His breath, my ear, those words, his words, his smile, his arms, my neck, his grip, his sweat, his heat, his hug, my arms, his waist, our hug, his hands, his movement, he’s gone, he’s disappeared.
I watched as Brendon’s form turned down the corner to his dressing room. Slowly, I followed suit and entered my own room.
52 Weeks have passed from the time when I entered that dressing room took off my stage clothes, took a quick shower, pulled on my crab t-shirt and trousers, then began to re-apply my make-up for the benefit of the fans waiting outside. Just as I was getting to the most intricate part, I heard a knock at the door.
The knock, his voice, my yell, the door, it opens, his head, his look, his eyes, my smile, his smile, his entrance, the door, it closes, his footsteps, his walk, across the room, his close-ness, to me.
Brendon just stood there with barley even inches between us.
365 Days have flown by since the moment, that without much warning, I felt myself being pinned playfully against one of the dressing room mirrors.
Brendon’s weight resting on top of me, his luscious lips meeting mine. My eyes, slide shut, his hands, my sides, his lips, my lips, my eye pencil, the floor, my hands, his neck, the kiss, it deepens, his hands, my hair, his fingers, running through it, his tongue, my lip, his tongue, my mouth, his taste, so good.
I needed to breathe, but I couldn’t break the kiss. It just felt so good, so right.
8766 Hours were along time ahead of us when there was a loud knock on the door. I grunted, instantly acknowledging that it was Zac informing us it was time to go. I made a move to part my lips from Brendon’s but he just struggled, pinned me even harder against the mirror, and re-captured my lips with his teeth, pulling me back into the kiss. I didn’t protest though, personally I didn’t want this to end I just figured it had too.
The kiss, so good, the call, the ignorance, the door, is open, Zac enters, Zac talks, Zac not shocked, the kiss, it ends, his reluctance, my smile, his grin, his hand, my hand, the door, it closes, we walk, the corridor, the door, is open, the noise.
As we walked out into the now darkening parking lot, my ears were filled with high pitched girly shrieks and screams.
It was 525 949 Minutes ago that me and Brendon walked out into that crowd of people fingers laced together. Not minding at all what the fans would think. But to be honest, at that moment in time, they didn’t really care either. They acted as if it was natural, as if we did it all the time.
The crowd, the people, the fans, the faces, the smiles, the shrieks, the screams, his hand, my hand, the pens, the paper, the album covers, the t-shirts, the flashes, his grip the tightness, the hugs, the compliments, the pats on the back, the security guards, the bus.
Not once did we let go of one another.
31 556 926 Seconds earlier me and Brendon both entered the bus safely and closed the door. This was the code to the driver to drive away. As he did so, we made our way to the back of the bus and to the bunks. Both Spencer and Jon were already tucked up in their bunks, curtains drawn. It was then that Brendon let go of my hand, got un-dressed, and climbed into his bunk, snuggling down under his covers. I did the same, but instead, climbed above him into my own bunk. My heart sinking a little.
The silence, the darkness, the nothingness… Then… His movement, his climbing, his face, his grin, my smile, my happiness returned… Him… in my bunk, me… lying on his chest, his heartbeat… soothing, his lips…my head…
Pure bliss…
****
So here we are, our one year anniversary. Who would have thought we would make it this far? To be honest, not me, as the pressures of society have been huge. But it just goes to show the power of true love.
Hmmm… I wonder what Brendon’s got in store for me today. Ha, whatever it is I can guarantee it won’t beat my surprise. I can just imagine the look on his face now, those deep chocolate brown eyes lighting up, his lips rounding to form a loose “o” shape, the short, and almost silent, intake of breath, followed by that perfect smile that I adore so much.
That look will be priceless, and all over a small, cold, band of metal, dotted with diamonds that twinkle as they catch the light. I can’t believe something so small can mean so much.
I just hope it fits.
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More Author Notes: So as you’ve probably guessed, I tried a new writing style with this fic. Hope it’s ok. I tried to get the list of things that appears in every section to echo the rhythm of a memory, like how you remember it all but you only remember it in sort bursts… understand what I mean? Also the use of ellipses in the last list was to emphasize the calm after the storm, but also to create a relaxed atmosphere and show the happiness that both Ryan and Brendon felt when being snuggled up together. If there’s anything you don’t get, just leave me a comment and I’ll try and explain… hehe Thanks for reading! <3 - SS x
Author: scarletsuicidex
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Ryan Ross /Brendon Urie (Ryden)
POV: Ryan’s
Summary: 1 Year = 12 Months = 52 Weeks= 365 Days = 8766 Hours = 525 949 Minutes = 31 556 926 Seconds.
Disclaimer: Fan Fiction, therefore it’s not true. Story title taken from the song "Year Ago Today" by Delta Goodrem
Dedications: To repulsive_x , Happy Birthday! <3
Author Notes: It was “a year ago today” that I saw Panic! at the Disco live, and I wanted to do something to commemorate the occasion. But seeing as I’m not allowed to Decaydance Fest - although it is perfect because it’s on the same day and everything *tear* - I decided to write this instead. There are more A/N at the end, as sometimes I just can't stop talking. haha! Enjoy :)
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Dear Journal,
It’s been 1 year since, what I thought was going to be my worst day, turned out to be one the best days of my entire life. It all started to pick up round about show time.
The adrenaline, the hype, the stage, the lights, the crowd, the faces, the smiles, the music, the heat, the sweat, the almost kiss, the screams, the slight dizzy-ness, the look, his smile, the encore, the cheers, the bow, the darkness.
But the show wasn’t over just yet.
12 Months ago, I got off stage to almost walk straight into the sweaty, sticky figure that was Brendon Urie. He’d obviously been waiting for me. I can remember the moment so vividly when he grabbed me by the lower arms and pulled me closer to him, whispering those words that I’ll never forget.
His breath, my ear, those words, his words, his smile, his arms, my neck, his grip, his sweat, his heat, his hug, my arms, his waist, our hug, his hands, his movement, he’s gone, he’s disappeared.
I watched as Brendon’s form turned down the corner to his dressing room. Slowly, I followed suit and entered my own room.
52 Weeks have passed from the time when I entered that dressing room took off my stage clothes, took a quick shower, pulled on my crab t-shirt and trousers, then began to re-apply my make-up for the benefit of the fans waiting outside. Just as I was getting to the most intricate part, I heard a knock at the door.
The knock, his voice, my yell, the door, it opens, his head, his look, his eyes, my smile, his smile, his entrance, the door, it closes, his footsteps, his walk, across the room, his close-ness, to me.
Brendon just stood there with barley even inches between us.
365 Days have flown by since the moment, that without much warning, I felt myself being pinned playfully against one of the dressing room mirrors.
Brendon’s weight resting on top of me, his luscious lips meeting mine. My eyes, slide shut, his hands, my sides, his lips, my lips, my eye pencil, the floor, my hands, his neck, the kiss, it deepens, his hands, my hair, his fingers, running through it, his tongue, my lip, his tongue, my mouth, his taste, so good.
I needed to breathe, but I couldn’t break the kiss. It just felt so good, so right.
8766 Hours were along time ahead of us when there was a loud knock on the door. I grunted, instantly acknowledging that it was Zac informing us it was time to go. I made a move to part my lips from Brendon’s but he just struggled, pinned me even harder against the mirror, and re-captured my lips with his teeth, pulling me back into the kiss. I didn’t protest though, personally I didn’t want this to end I just figured it had too.
The kiss, so good, the call, the ignorance, the door, is open, Zac enters, Zac talks, Zac not shocked, the kiss, it ends, his reluctance, my smile, his grin, his hand, my hand, the door, it closes, we walk, the corridor, the door, is open, the noise.
As we walked out into the now darkening parking lot, my ears were filled with high pitched girly shrieks and screams.
It was 525 949 Minutes ago that me and Brendon walked out into that crowd of people fingers laced together. Not minding at all what the fans would think. But to be honest, at that moment in time, they didn’t really care either. They acted as if it was natural, as if we did it all the time.
The crowd, the people, the fans, the faces, the smiles, the shrieks, the screams, his hand, my hand, the pens, the paper, the album covers, the t-shirts, the flashes, his grip the tightness, the hugs, the compliments, the pats on the back, the security guards, the bus.
Not once did we let go of one another.
31 556 926 Seconds earlier me and Brendon both entered the bus safely and closed the door. This was the code to the driver to drive away. As he did so, we made our way to the back of the bus and to the bunks. Both Spencer and Jon were already tucked up in their bunks, curtains drawn. It was then that Brendon let go of my hand, got un-dressed, and climbed into his bunk, snuggling down under his covers. I did the same, but instead, climbed above him into my own bunk. My heart sinking a little.
The silence, the darkness, the nothingness… Then… His movement, his climbing, his face, his grin, my smile, my happiness returned… Him… in my bunk, me… lying on his chest, his heartbeat… soothing, his lips…my head…
Pure bliss…
****
So here we are, our one year anniversary. Who would have thought we would make it this far? To be honest, not me, as the pressures of society have been huge. But it just goes to show the power of true love.
Hmmm… I wonder what Brendon’s got in store for me today. Ha, whatever it is I can guarantee it won’t beat my surprise. I can just imagine the look on his face now, those deep chocolate brown eyes lighting up, his lips rounding to form a loose “o” shape, the short, and almost silent, intake of breath, followed by that perfect smile that I adore so much.
That look will be priceless, and all over a small, cold, band of metal, dotted with diamonds that twinkle as they catch the light. I can’t believe something so small can mean so much.
I just hope it fits.
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More Author Notes: So as you’ve probably guessed, I tried a new writing style with this fic. Hope it’s ok. I tried to get the list of things that appears in every section to echo the rhythm of a memory, like how you remember it all but you only remember it in sort bursts… understand what I mean? Also the use of ellipses in the last list was to emphasize the calm after the storm, but also to create a relaxed atmosphere and show the happiness that both Ryan and Brendon felt when being snuggled up together. If there’s anything you don’t get, just leave me a comment and I’ll try and explain… hehe Thanks for reading! <3 - SS x