Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Ryan Ross x Reader - Better Than Any Dream

Request: Hey! I love your blog so much. Can I request "I thought you were asleep so I poured my heart out to you but it turns out you were just pretending to sleep so you wouldn't have to stare at the person you thought you couldn't have" with either ryro or dallon? Reallly specific, I know lol. Thanks, much love!
Word count: 4 703
A/N: The perfectest of scenarios, I love this request. Before I even read who this was for, my mind immediately jumped to Ryro and I was very happy when he turned out to be one of the options. I hope I've done this justice

Maybe you should have known that always the least desirable scenario would come to happen. At least so you thought, as you plopped down on the matrass in your friend Z's living room.

She had invited you over for a BBQ and sleepover, together with a couple of her friends. Seconds after having hung up the phone, you realized that this meant Ryan, a friend of both of you, would be around as well. And as if having been helplessly, and hopelessly for that matter, in love with him for the last couple of months, no, by now it was years, was not enough, you would have to suffer through staying sane in his company at least twelve hours long.

After the BBQ was finished, some of Z's friends had decided to call it a night and go home, but there were still so many people that there were not enough beds. In all the chaos you seriously did not mind ending up on the floor in the living room, as long as you would not have to share a room with Ryan.

It was not that you did not want to share a room with him, on the contrary. What you did not want was your emotions to take over, and accidently do something that would ruin the friendship with the musician, or you daydreams.

So just when the tension had fallen off of your body, hearing that Ryan got paired up with another of his friends, and you had been able to relax, knowing that now you would not have to lay awake all night long, thinking about the angelic man next to you, Z had spoken up.

"Know what? Ryan, why don't you go to the living room too, and Kathy takes the room together-"

The rest of the sentence drowned in the rushing of blood in your ears. Ryan had immediately turned towards you, shooting you a dazzling smile which in itself would have sent you spiralling, but your heart was beating so hard in your chest that it hurt, and for a moment you felt dizzy, fearing you might actually faint. But then again, maybe if you did, you would not have to share a room with Ryan.

And this was how you ended up sitting on the matrass.

Ryan came skipping in, carrying a bunch of blankets and pillows, so you would have it more comfortable. When Ryan saw you sitting on the matrass on the floor, he shook his head violently, his brown locks brushing into his face.

"No, no, no, you won't sleep on the floor," he commanded, throwing the blankets into an armchair, and moving to pull you up, "you take the sofa."

"I really don't mind," you disagreed, trying to put up a fight.

You told yourself you did not want to be able to look down on a sleeping Ryan, but deeper in your mind you admitted that you also did not want him to be uncomfortable. Yes, the matrass was really soft, but the sofa was a lot nicer to sleep on, as you knew from earlier sleepovers at Z's.

"Neither do I, don't worry, I'll take the floor," Ryan insisted, finally managing to pull you up when he felt your resistance faltering.

A triumphant smile spread over his face, and he grinned down on you, whisky brown eyes shining warmly in the soft light of the lamp on the side board. It took you a second to realise how close you were standing to each other, but once you did, you immediately felt a burn of embarrassment scorching over your cheeks, and you quickly took a step back.