brendon urie high school

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A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, the first studio album by band Panic! At the Disco, was released September 27, 2005.

The Signs As Highschool Stereotypes

Aries- The Bully

Taurus- The Shy Brainiac

Gemini- That Kid No One Likes

Cancer- The Student Council President 

Leo- The Emo

Virgo- That Kid That Fits In Everywhere

Libra- The (Man)Whore

Scorpio- The Dank Lord/ Meme Trash

Sagittarius- The Preppy Soccer Player

Capricorn- The Band Geek

Aquarius- The Hot Nerd

Pisces- The School Artist

Sparks Fly

Originally posted by trohmann

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yes omg I loved this request || Could you write a Brendon Urie fic, where he knows the reader from childhood, but they haven’t seen each other in a really long time. When they meet again reader doesn’t remember Brendon, but sparks fly.

Warnings: SFW || kissing, mentions of sex, cursing.

Masterlist: Here

I loved this request so much awe. I’m assuming it’s a fluff request because this doesn’t say smut. I hope that’s okay. If you wanted smut, please let me know and I can figure out a way to either do a part two, or a blurb about it. But when it comes to part twos, I try to wait until I have a few messages about it. Anyway, enjoy my darlings. xx


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anonymous asked:

i read a fic a couple weeks ago that was a high school au and brendon urie runs into tyler with a cart? and tyler breaks his ankle or his knee or something and josh helps him to the nurse? i can't find it, could you help me please (it's not very long, like 2 chapters)

gotchu -Ren

Your Voice is Music to My Ears by spiffyturtle (2/2 | 3998 | Not Rated)

Tyler’s a good kid. He does the dishes, he does his homework, he’s nice to his siblings.
Sure he smoked weed behind his parent’s backs, but the universe had no real reason to dislike him.
But, of course, because Tyler can’t live peacefully, Brendon Urie had to run him over with a supply cart.

New Perspective- Brendon Urie High school AU

“Hey, Brendon.” You greet as you sit down across from him at a lunch table. You pull a wrinkled brown paper bag out of your backpack and set it on the table. Brendon smiles at you as he chews his sandwich, looking adorable.

“Hey, what’s up, (Y/N)?” he asks and you respond with a shrug.

“Not much. Mr. Armstrong was being a dick, per usual, so I got detention again.” you mumble angrily, ending with a sigh.

“Well that sucks. I guess I’ll just have to get detention too then…” He winks and you roll your eyes.

“As if that should be difficult for you. You’re always getting into trouble anyways, do you even have to try?” You ask, then take a sip from your water bottle.

He laughs and it gives you butterflies in you stomach. Seeing him happy gives you one of the best feeling in the world. He’s only your best friend but best friends can feel like this, right? He’s always walking around flashing that 1000 watt smile and it makes your heart skip a beat. There’s definitely something else going on in your mind with Brendon but you just refuse to admit it. He’s cute an all but he’s a free spirit, you can’t even remember the last time he dated someone because he simply doesn’t give a shit about that kind of stuff. It never seems to cross his mind.

“Oh, I forgot, I need to show you something.” He stands up from the table and motions for you to follow him. You crumple up the paper bag and throw it away as you exit the cafeteria. As the two of you walk down the hall, you check the time on your phone to see how much time was left in the period. About 50 minutes. Brendon suddenly grabs your hand and starts jogging towards a door at the end of the hall: The Darkroom.

“Brendon, this door is always locked, how are you gonna get in?” You ask. The darkroom is always locked because people would keep stealing or moving around the photos from the photography class. He pulls a key out of his pocket and smiles at you.

“Where did you get that from?” You loudly whisper, suddenly aware of how much trouble you guys could get in if you get caught.

“Ms. Williams gave it to me. I always stay late after school to work on my projects so she just gave me the key which I have to return by the next morning. I’m just not allowed to tell anyone.”

He puts the key in the keyhole and looks around to make sure no one’s looking before he pushes the door open and pulls you inside. He shuts the door behind us and locks it. 

The room is creepily dark, except for the red lights that illuminate the photos hanging on strings or sitting on the tables around the room. Brendon taps you on the shoulder which makes you jump a bit in fright. You turn to see him waving you to follow him into the back of the room. Once you do, you finally see what he’s been wanting to show you. There are about 20 magnificent pictures strung up across about 5 feet of space, suspended in the air. They’re all so beautiful and expertly photographed. All you can do is stand in awe.

 "I call it ‘New Perspective’. I was just thinking about how even though everything can be seen from multiple points of views, there’s usually one way that the majority of people see something, whether that be literally or metaphorically. Ms. Williams wants to give me my own exhibition at the art show this summer.”

You continue to walk down the line of photos of people or nature or cars, just life really, but they’re all shot from 2 or 3 different perspectives. Finally, you get to the last two which are candids.…of you. You gasp at how insanely beautiful he can make you look just from his amazing photography skills.

“You were my muse, (Y/N). You created this entire project.” You divert your attention to him, staring with parted lips because you didn’t know what to say.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask as your heart beat picks up a little bit. Brendon chuckles and looks down, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’ve always admired the way you see things differently than everybody else. You view the world in such a way that I’ve never seen before, your thinking process and how you form opinions is so new and unique to you, it’s truly amazing, (Y/N). As a photographer, I obviously had to somehow document this and….” He trails off motioning towards the photos hanging above. You smile at him and can see his cheeks turning pink, even in the glow of the red light. He continues to step towards you, getting closer with each passing second.

“That’s when I realized, I wanna see things that way, I wanna think the way you do, I wanna live a life from a new perspective.”

Your bodies are now less than an inch apart from each other, You’re positive he can hear your heart thumping in your chest at this point. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his hands slowly slip out of his pockets as you lean closer to each other, the space between your faces disappearing. You feel his hands cup around your face as your lips move in sync. This is it, the thing you’d been waiting for. You thought you were dreaming but it felt way too real to be a dream. Because it wasn’t. This was in fact real life and your best friend, Brendon Urie, who you’ve been in love with for the past 2 years is kissing you. You pull away for air and he rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). And I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while: I’m completely, head over heels, in love with you. I can’t hide it anymore.” You had the biggest smile on your face.

“I-I’m in love with you too, Brendon. I just didn’t think you would feel the same way.” You can see him return the smile in the dim light. His smile turns into a smirk and you already know where this is headed.

“I’ve also been meaning to do this…” He reconnects your lips with his but this time me grabs your ass, tapping the back of your thigh twice which indicates you to jump. You wrap your legs around his body and he slams your back against the wall. Your breathing gets heavy as he pulls away for a split second to remove your shirt. You start to fumble with the cold metal button on his black skinny jeans until it finally comes undone. He sheds himself of his pants, as do you which went a lot quicker because you could slide out easier, considering yours weren’t so tight.

You trail you hand over his bulge which causes him to shiver and gasp a little. Your hands make their way up his body and into his hair which you tug a little, making him let out a low moan and you smile into the kiss, feeling accomplished. He uses his body and other arm to press you up against the wall while his other hand sneaks its way into your panties. With any hesitation, he slips a finger into your dripping wet core automatically is responded with a moan. You can see the smirk on his face before he leans in to suck on your neck, definitely leaving a mark on your skin. He adds another finger and begins to pump faster and faster.

“Oh shit, Brendon…” You moan out as you feel your stomach tightening up. Suddenly, he stops and takes his fingers out. He brings them to your mouth and his eyes become even darker as you part your lips to allow them to enter. You suck on his fingers which makes him grow harder by the second.

“I bet you taste so sweet, babe. Do you taste sweet?” He asks and all you can do is nod, unable to catch your breath. The smirk never leaves his face as he pulls your panties down and moves them out of the way. Your eyes trail down to his bulge as he takes his shirt off and you admire his toned body. He pulls down his boxers and pumps himself a few times before looking at you in confirmation.

“You ready?” he asks and you nod. Neither of you were a virgin and you both knew that, but of course he was going to ask, he’s a sweet guy.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” You were getting frustrated and at this point, he knew it.

“No hesitation?” Okay, now he’s just being funny.

“Brendon, I swear to god, just get inside me right now! I can’t-“ You were cut off by Brendon thrusting into you once. You let out a loud moan as he lets you adjust to his size which didn’t take long.

“M-move,” You stutter out and he slowly begins to push in and out of you. As he moves faster, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull it again which you’ve now found out he loves. That makes him him moan and thrust harder.

“Fuck, (Y/N), do that again.” You continue to tug on his hair as he fucks you against the wall. As the minutes pass you both get once step closer to your climax. The only sounds heard are moaning and skin slapping.

“Shit, Bren, I’m close!” You nearly scream, you have to remember to be quiet because you’re still at school, even though everyone’s probably still at lunch.

“Me too, babe. Just hold it a little longer.” You’re not sure if you can. You core is now sopping and the familiar tightening in your stomach is getting stronger.

“Now!” You both come undone with loud moans and heavy sighs. Brendon keeps thrusting slowly so you can ride out your highs then finally sets you down. Your legs are wobbly and he has to catch you so you don’t fall.

“Woah, you okay?” You nod, your breath still shaky.

“Jesus christ, Brendon.” He chuckles. You lean against the wall for support and he presses his body to yours.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago.” he says, bending down to pick up his clothes and you do the same.

“Oh definitely.”

Once you both are fully clothed again, you wrap your arms around his neck as he smiles down at you uncontrollably.

“I love you so much, (Y/N). More than you could ever know.” He  says.

“I’m just glad we finally ended up together. I was beginning to think it wouldn’t happen.” You admit, chuckling a bit at the end.

“I guess we were just meant for each other.“

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You’ve been acting awful tough lately by nophundun (14/14 | 34221 | Teen and Up)

Tyler and Josh hadn’t spoken since the summer after eighth grade. That was when Tyler got a girlfriend, Jenna. He started spending more time with Jenna and the basketball dicks. They talked less and less, Tyler was blowing him off more and more. When school finally started up again, Tyler has turned into one of those basketball dicks, but worse.