Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Ryan gen
Word Count: 361
Disclaimer: I do not know these people, this never happened, I am making no money off of anything.
A/N: So I wrote this thing for we_are_cities, prompt nov 4, but I don't really like it much. Other people seem to, though.
Ryan wears girls’ shoes, because, well, there must have been a reason, once, but now it’s just that he does and has, so. Ryan is a girl in a lot of ways, even without the makeup. (Vanilla deodorant, for example.)
Ryan has too many shoes. They don’t all fit in a suitcase or on a tour bus. His bandmates tease, but he doesn’t care. They’re just shoes. Things you put on your feet, accessorize with. If he takes too long to get dressed, it’s not because he’s choosing shoes. (Mostly.)
Once a fan sent him a pair of her used shoes. The note attached said only, If they fit, will you wear them? I bought them with you in mind. Strange, yes, but stranger things have happened. At least they’re shoes and not, say, sex toys. Not that that ever happened. (Except, well, there are definitely crazy fans out there, and that’s all that needs to be said about that.)
They did fit, because Ryan has small feet or maybe the fan has big feet, but anyway, he wore them sometimes, because they were used and scuffed and didn’t need to be broken in. They kind of reminded him of home in an odd way, or at least of the concept of home, if not the place itself.
And somewhere along the way, he took to removing his shoes when he got on the bus, because if nowhere else, this was home for a while, and when your home is on wheels you just have to adapt to moving a lot. After a few days of lonely-looking shoes sitting by the bus door, the others followed suit and now, if they were all there, their shoes were, too, lined up in a neat little row. (Ryan likes things to be a certain way, even if Brendon and Jon like to just kick theirs off haphazardly. Only Spencer understands, and only a little.)
They’re just shoes. There’s no hidden meaning there, no secret subtext, and that’s something. (Or maybe it’s not, Ryan doesn’t know. He has yet to learn that sometimes a lack of depth really doesn’t make a thing more profound.)