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Imagine Your Otp

•Comforting each other from a nightmare •Pulling on their tie and/or collar •Carefully touching their scar and saying that it’s what makes them themselves and what they love •Trying to make their busy SO stop work and go to bed •SURPRISE HUGS •Napping on each other’s laps •Playing a random song on their phone just to dance with them •Forehead kisses •Holding their jacket over the other one when it rains •Holding them in the air with a giant grin •Matching Halloween costumes

Whenever someone plays Panic! At The Disco I have this urge to assert my fan dominance and I start rapid firing facts about them until I know they know that I’m obsessed


Originally posted by imso-dun

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yeah boi || Could you write a Brendon fic where he is very dominant and controlling? The reader knows this and likes to try and push Brendon’s buttons. This could lead to some daddy kink perhaps? I would be extremely grateful!

Warnings: NSFW || smut, cursing, teasing, daddy kink, slightly public play, mentions of fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex. 

Masterlist: Here

Okay so as much as I love pleasing you guys, I’ve been starting to feel like I’m doing really shitty and my stories are getting worse. If mine start to get boring or it feels repetitive, please let me know. I want to write the best stuff possible, but lately I feel like I’m doing terrible. This turned out really really long. Like it takes FOREVER to get to the smut. I really liked the lead up. Sorry it took like a million years man. Also, I do not condone unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it guys. Stay safe. I hope you guys enjoy. xx

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anonymous asked:

I have heard different version of the Seattle thing, so what went down exactly?

On Aug. 30, 2007,  Ryan’s 21st birthday, his girlfriend of the time (Keltie) and Pete Wentz had a party in bar for him in New York City (east USA). Keep in mind none of the other members were of age yet, so they were not in attendance. The rest of the band flew to California because they had the tour to continue and had a show to play on September 1st. Sources say Ryan went home with Keltie that night. However, a fan said to have seen Ryan and Brendon alone, eating at a restaurant in Seattle Washington (west USA) on a rainy night. This led to speculation that Ryan left in the middle of the night to go spend his birthday with Brendon. The reason this is so evident is because Ryan was photographed wearing this on his birthday at the club

and the fan that spotted the two in Seattle, shared this picture.

Note how Ryan is wearing the same clothing! It raised a lot of questions. For example, why would Ryan leave right after his birthday when they had two days until show? He didn’t even bother to change- which raises suspicion that he was in a hurry and did it under the radar. Also, why we’re him and Brendon the only two to arrive early in Seattle?

This event is also speculated to have sparked meaning behind “Northern Downpour” where the line “I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me“ is Brendon referring to missing Ryan when he was east (NYC).

Ryan also has claimed Seattle is his favorite city. On of his LJ posts shared

“One day, we’ll settle in Seattle.” - Ryan Ross’ livejournal, Feb. 6, 2006

Saudade: Ch12

The next month with Josh reminded you of all the reasons why you loved him, but most importantly, made you realize how much you really missed him. Josh was all adventure, always wanting to take you to new places or help you explore the city, taking you out places every night, watching new movies with you, trying new things to eat. However, you missed Brendon. A lot. Josh didn’t have sex with you nearly as much as Brendon did, and he was always so gentle and sweet and slow, almost to the point of boring you. Half of the time, you had to fake your orgasm, which only made you feel more guilty for cheating on him. You also missed being able to just lay around at home by the pool or on the sofa, watch Brendon play video games or piano, pop open a beer and smoke a joint, having his dogs paw at your legs or hop on your lap, not having a care in the world. There was something about being with Brendon that had been so freeing, and you missed it. However, you couldn’t complain. Josh treated you like a queen every day, cooking you breakfast and buying you new clothes, showing you off throughout town and doing everything to make you happy. You couldn’t bring yourself to ever tell him that you weren’t completely satisfied.

“Hey,” Josh greeted one day, walking into the living room where you were sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly, trying to clear your thoughts.

“You looked a little sad,” he frowned, sitting beside you and curling his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” you lied.

“Something,” he insisted. “Come on. Just tell me.”

You glanced at Josh, looking at his worried mocha eyes, the way his brow was furrowed with concern, his lips pressed together in deep thought. “I can’t,” you shook your head, closing your eyes tight. What were you supposed to even say? I don’t love you as much as I usually do because while you were away for two months I decided to fuck some other famous rock star behind your back?

“Yes, you can,” he reassured. “You can tell me anything, sweetheart.”

“I really can’t,” you insisted, tears daring to brim in your eyes. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Yes, I would,” he pressed. “Come on, y/n. Talk to me.”

“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “It’s nothing, I just, it’s fine.”

“Tell me,” he sighed. “Please, I thought our relationship was based off of trust.” The words stung like hell as soon as they reached your ears, making you bite down hard on your tongue, your stomach doing flips. It had been a month since you had even talked to Brendon but he was still burned in the back of your mind.

“I um, well…” you struggled to find a good lie. “I just miss the days when your band wasn’t so famous, you know?”

“What do you mean?” Josh whispered, and you could tell he was a bit hurt, but you decided to continue with what you had already invested your courage in.

“Not so many big tours, interviews, photoshoots…” your voice trailed off. “I don’t know. I just miss you guys being small and personal.”

“I miss it too,” he admitted, curling you up towards his side even more, resting his head on your shoulder and kissing your cheek. “But life happens.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I just miss it I guess.”

Josh’s phone rang and he groaned, unwrapping his arms from around your waist, glancing at the screen. “Hold up, I gotta take this one, it’s Ty,” he explained quickly, sliding it open to answer and then holding it to his ear. “What’s up?”

You closed your eyes, snuggling up to his chest and not even bothering to eavesdrop on their conversation, but instead trying to find reasons to be content. You should be. You should be extremely thankful. Josh had done so much for you, practically everything, and yet you were still thirsting for more. You were ashamed and embarrassed with yourself for such thoughts. You pressed your ear up to Josh’s chest, listening for his heartbeat, the steady rhythm soothing. You should just clear your mind, try to forget about it, and start anew. Pretend like Josh leaving had never even happened. Be grateful for what you have. “Verdict?” you wondered when he hung up, setting the phone beside him.

“Tyler and Jenna want to hang out after an interview at a radio station tonight, I said we’d be up for it,” he shrugged. “Right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’d love to.” And it was true. Sometimes all you needed was a reminder of how much you missed spending time with the boys. Something that made you remember how much you loved being with Josh and going places and doing things.

“You don’t have to dress up that much,” Josh explained. “But I would love it if you wore one of my t-shirts maybe.”

“Really?” you gave a sly smile. “You’d let me? To an interview?”

“Definitely,” he grinned, placing a kiss on your lips. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You decided to wear his black Thrasher hoodie and some jean shorts, pulling your hair back into a ponytail, as well as some sneakers, Josh beaming when you hopped into the car with him, taking a second to drink you in. “You like?” you smirked.

“I love,” he laughed, pressing his lips to yours for another kiss. “God, you look so hot in my clothes. I just can’t get enough.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you reminded, making note of his usual snapback, camouflage jacket, and ripped jeans.

“Thanks babe,” he chuckled, plugging his phone into the aux cord and blasting Blink-182, making you both smile and relax in your seats as you rolled out of the driveway and took off on the highway.

The radio station was only a couple cities away from your apartment. When you got there, Tyler and Jenna were already there chatting up the radio emcee and interviewer. “There he is!” Tyler laughed when Josh entered. “Fashionably late as always.”

“Whatever,” Josh rolled his eyes and laughed. “I’m on time, doofus.”

“Okay, let’s get down to business,” the interviewer chuckled. “Um, ladies, if you’d like to look around, feel free. We have some snacks and drinks in the lounge and there’s a hall of fame over in that hallway if you want to go take a look.”

“Cool,” Jenna beamed. “We’ll be sure to check it out.”

“Awesome,” the interviewer grinned. “Don’t worry, I won’t whisk your boys away for too long.”

They began to close the door and Josh blew you a kiss, making you giggle, then they were gone for good. “I don’t know about you,” Jenna began. “But snacks sound great to me.”

Inside the lounge were plenty of bagels and doughnuts and even a couple boxes of pizza, as well as a cooler full of soda cans. Jenna’s eyes instantly lit up at the doughnuts, picking one out and smiling before taking a bite, sprinkles falling onto the floor and making both of you giggle. You decided to pick up a can of soda and pop open the tab, taking a long sip and looking around the room. There were some couches and chairs, as well as a picture frame displaying the employee of the month, as well as the rest of the staff. “Want to check out the hall of fame?” you inquired, and Jenna eagerly nodded, deciding to follow you out into the hallway. You weren’t quite sure what the hall of fame would entail, but as soon as you stepped into it, you knew. There were different bands, singers, and celebrities with their signatures in black Sharpie, posing with staff members. Lady Gaga, The 1975, Bruno Mars, Paramore, Eminem, Ed Sheeran, Halsey, Fall Out Boy, all sorts of different musical artists lined the picture frames on the hall. You gazed at each one, proud that your boyfriend Josh was just as talented and almost as famous if not as much as all of them.

“Can you believe our boys are going to make it on this wall with all these other celebrities?” Jenna sighed, putting the last bit of doughnut into her mouth. “It feels like just yesterday they were playing itty bitty basement shows.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, transfixed on a certain image. There he was, that stupid goofy smile, giant brown eyes, wide lips, arm around the emcee with a proud thumbs up, as well as his signature with that huge exclamation mark. Brendon fucking Urie, of course he would be in the hall of fame. He was just as talented and famous a musician as Josh, well, even more so. You just blankly stared at the picture, studying his face, thoughts racing, when you felt Jenna’s hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay there?” she wondered. “You kind of dazed off I think.”

“What? Oh uh, yeah, my bad,” you quickly replied.

“He’s a looker,” she remarked.

“Hmm?” you raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Brendon,” she explained, pointing to the frame. “That’s who you were looking at, right?”

“Maybe,” you tried to keep your face from turning bright red.

“Hey! Just wait until our picture gets up there!” the sound of Josh’s voice made you almost jump out of your skin. Startled, your eyes widened, whipping your head around to see the boys walk down the hall and greet you. Josh gave you a huge hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“I bet I probably blinked in the picture too,” Tyler narrowed his eyes jokingly.

“Come on, let’s grab a bite to eat,” Jenna insisted. “How about Chinese take-out and we can go hang out in a park? It’s the perfect day for a picnic.”

“Sounds great,” you agreed, still frazzled from Josh’s sudden appearance and your mind still lingering on the photo. So much for getting Brendon out of your thoughts.

As much as you wanted to enjoy the picnic, you couldn’t. Your brain was so overwhelmed and confused, you could barely even focus on your food. You were lazily spinning your Lo Mein around with your chopsticks, staring off into space, not even sure of what they were talking about at this point. You closed your eyes, trying to take a deep breath, but it was impossible. You were restless. No matter how hard you tried, no matter what kind of methods you attempted, no matter how many times you promised yourself, you couldn’t get Brendon out of your head. Even as close as you were to finally stop thinking about him, all of a sudden, a random picture of him pops up in the motherfucking radio hallway. You cursed at yourself for being so problematic. “You okay?” Tyler wondered, somehow picking up on your vibe. “You look a little frustrated.”

“Uh, just um having some d-difficulty with the chopsticks,” you shrugged.

“Here, let me help you,” Josh chuckled, taking the chopsticks out of your hand and magically twirling the noodles around the wood, then raising it up to your mouth, letting you take a bite. Of course, Jenna was right there with her camera, capturing the moment perfectly.

“Too freaking cute,” she giggled, lowering the camera and winking at you. “I’m going to send it to you Josh, and I better see it on your Instagram this week. Y/n, you make sure he gets it on there.”

“I will,” you reassured with a laugh, but it was rather forced.

On the car ride home, Josh still played music, his hand on your knee, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sing along. Instead, you stared out the window, watching as the trees and people and buildings zoomed past, a simple blur of color. You barely even noticed when Josh decided to turn the music down. “Something wrong?” Josh inquired, glancing towards you. “You’ve been really quiet since the interview. You alright?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, still refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Is this still about the fame thing?” he asked, looking a little hurt. “I’m sorry about that, okay?”

“It’s fine,” you repeated, closing your eyes tight and trying to forget it all. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” Josh decided, distraught and heartbroken. He fixed his eyes back on the road and decided to not say anything at all, instead turning the music back on and biting down on his lower lip, pretending that you weren’t even in the car with him.

When you got home, it was a bit early to go to bed, but you did anyways. You didn’t want to talk to Josh, or watch Carpool Karaoke that night, or do anything really. Instead, you just slipped off your jean shorts and rolled into bed, tugging the sheets up over you. Several minutes passed before you felt a dip in the bed, and Josh was kissing the back of your neck, his lips soft and warm. “Stop,” you mumbled, half exhausted half annoyed.

“Come on,” he sighed, pulling his mouth away from your skin and making a pouty face, urging you to roll over and face him. “You know you want to.”

“I’m not in the mood, Josh,” you narrowed your eyes when you finally rolled over. He gave you sad puppy eyes, looking at you, making you roll your eyes. “Fine, whatever.”

“No, you don’t have to do anything,” he reassured, placing a kiss on your lips. “Let me.” He kissed down your body, then looped his fingers around your panties, tugging them down and starting to eat you out, making you moan.

“J-Josh you don’t have to do that,” you reassured but he just shook his head, licking at your folds, hands on your hips.

“I want to make you feel good baby,” he insisted, looking up at you from between your legs. “Please, let me.”

“Okay,” you complied, sifting your fingers through his hair and letting him have his way. You hummed as his tongue delved into your core, making your legs tremble. It felt good, it did, but something felt wrong about it. It wasn’t exciting or euphoric, nor sensual and affectionate, but rather, it made you feel uncomfortable. You wanted him to go faster, to grip your hips hard, to leave hickeys all over your inner thighs, to be more like… You closed your eyes tight, biting down on your lower lip. No, don’t think that. That’s not right, that’s-

“You like that baby?” Josh smirked, looking up at you.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered out. Josh went back to work, tongue circling around your clit slowly, but there was a feeling in the bottom of your stomach that made you feel sick. Maybe if you just imagined that it wasn’t Josh and it was- No. Goddammit, what the hell was wrong with you? You closed your eyes tight, taking Josh’s hair and softly pushing him away, shaking your head.

“Something wrong?” he wondered, and you just kept your eyes closed, shaking your head.

“I just, uh…” you opened your eyes, looking at Josh, and your heart split in two. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, big brown eyes staring at you, innocent face wondering what he did wrong, guilty, thinking it was his fault. Your sight got fuzzy, stomach feeling twice as miserable, and you closed your legs, burying your face in your hands, trying to fight back tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Josh comforted, crawling up the mattress and wrapping an arm around you, using the other to rub your shoulder gently. “What did I do? Don’t apologize, it’s okay baby. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you choked out, closing your eyes tighter, wishing you could just disappear. What the fuck was wrong with you? “Just, I need some time alone.”

“Oh, okay…” Josh mumbled, taking a deep breath and deciding not to touch you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you whispered, sniffling before rolling back to your first position and tugging the sheets up over you. You felt the shift in the mattress, Josh deciding to stay towards the other side, far away from you. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to think of something, anything to say. “I just need to think things through.”

“I understand,” he reassured. But he didn’t. He had no fucking idea what you were going through. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. Goodnight. I love you.”

And as hard as you tried, you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond.



Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll try my best to write something good

Brendon Urie:

Imagine talking with Brendon over Face-time

Imagine Brendon being on radio and has been saying some stuff about you and you call in and he realize you heard it all

Imagine dating Brendon and him playing around and being all cute and funny



Imagine Dean teasing you about how you look when you fangirl

Imagine wanting go with Dean on a hunt but he says no

Imagine Demon Dean having a soft spot for you

Imagine Dean getting jealous when someone flirts with you

18 with Dean x reader “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”


Imagine Jensen and Jared on set trying to make you laugh

Imagine making Jensen laugh while he’s on set

Imagine making Jensen laugh while he’s on set #2

Imagine Jensen flirting with you while on set


Imagine telling stupid jokes to Sam while he’s doing research


Imagine Gabriel listening to you complaining about how bored you are


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anonymous asked:

what's your opinion on the girls/girls/boys vs. mad as rabbits discourse

you cant really choose how people react to a song. I remember i used to play G/G/B in front of my dad in hopes that somehow it would tell him that im not straight lol. Didn’t work. But still, that song had a great influence on me finally fully accepting myself as Not Straight as the idea was still greatly terrifying to me. I know it’s helped others in different ways, everyone’s different. No one has to like it, or accept it as something if they don’t want to, a song is always going to be and mean different things to other people. I’ve heard Brendon say different things about the song over the years when it came out, sometimes little things were changed, sometimes the whole concept behind it was changed, i think what it’s become is something better than some past ideas. Obviously. You can’t force a new song to be something people have already found in a song you don’t like, that’s just the truth of it. As good or bad as that is. I don’t think anyone that likes it is wrong and I don’t think anyone that doesn’t like it is wrong, Brendon’s learned from a lot of things over the years, but no ones a perfect person and he’s still going to learn things as time passes, and I would rather him show support through that knowledge he gains and has gained which for the most part he has been. I like Girls/Girls/Boys, it holds a special place in my heart because I took it how I needed to take it at the time and it helped me.. It still makes my heart ache, and seeing the last show I went to [DOAB tour] lit up with nothing but love while it played definitely made me emotional. If Mad As Rabbits, or any other song for that matter, is that to someone else then so be it.

Puppy Love
Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: panic! attack (sorry not sorry)
Word Count: 1.7K

In other words, when your anxiety gets the best of you, two new people come to your aid.

A/N: I think this is my longest fic yet! Brendon takes a lil while to show up in this one, but it’ll all make sense. Enjoy!


“Come on, Mozart!”

The clicking of nails on the floor grew louder as your Saint Bernard puppy trotted up behind you.

Mozart sat by your feet, panting as he looked up at you with his innocent eyes.

He was still pretty young for a trained emotional support dog. He had a lot of puppy tendencies still, like whining when he couldn’t get things and wanting to be in your lap 24/7.

Either way, he was still good at his job, and you couldn’t ask for a better puppy.

“Good boy,” you praised, scratching him behind the ears. He let out a happy huff as you clipped his leash to his collar.

His tail wagged viciously when he heard the click. He loved going out and walking around the neighborhood.

“We’re going to the store,” you told him. “The big grocery store.”

His tail stopped wagging. He looked up at you and tilted his head, letting out a curious whimper.

“I know,” you sighed. “It’s a stretch, but i really want a rotisserie chicken.”

You opened your front door and let him out, locking the door behind you. You took a deep breath and started the walk a few blocks over to the giant grocery store.

Mozart was your emotional support dog because of your crippling anxiety. It got to the point where it stopped you from going places or even talking to people on the phone.

Your friends and family knew how much it bothered you, so they all chipped in and bought you Mozart last year for your birthday.

Thankfully, Mozart knew the signs of panicking and was able to calm you down within seconds. Things gradually got easier for you, but there were still a few things that riled up your anxiety.

For instance, crowds.

The closer you got to the grocery store, the more nervous you began to feel. You could almost sense the overwhelming amount of people pouring in and out of the building.

Your stomach grumbled. You really wanted that chicken.

Your grip on Mozart’s leash increased. You can do this, you willed yourself. Just go int, grab the chicken, and get out.

Upon turning the corner, you came face to face with one of the biggest crowds you had ever seen.

You knew the grocery store was popular in the neighborhood, but not that popular.

There was a lot of commotion. People were yelling, pushing, shoving. You looked around frantically for the cause.

A giant red sign above the logo caught your eye.

“Everything must go! Spring cleaning sale! Buy 10 items, get 10 more FREE!”

You stood at the end of the block, frozen. Your heart rate started to speed up.

Mozart whimpered and nudged your hand with his nose, his way of asking if you were okay.

“Hmm? Oh, I’m fine, Mozart,” you mumbled. “I’m okay.”

You pet his head as your eyes stayed focused on the crowd, trying to find a way around it.

You noticed a break in the sea of people. Standing on the top of your toes, you saw a clearing around the exit.

“Come on Mozart, we can go through the exit.”

With a reluctant whine, he followed you, trotting right alongside you the whole time.

The closer you got to the store, the more people seemed to pop up. Not only did the crowd got thicker the further towards the exit you went, but the people got rowdier. More shoving, people arguing over coupons or parking spaces. It was a mess.

You wrapped Mozart’s leash around your hand tighter, trying to stay connected to your lifeline. If Mozart wasn’t here, you know for sure you wouldn’t be able to handle this.

“You cut the line!”

A deep, loud voice boomed from next to you. You jumped, gripping onto Mozart’s leash with both hands. He stood in front of you protectively.

Two men were arguing over the parking line. They had gotten out of their cars and were yelling and getting into each other’s faces.

Suddenly, the tall man was shoved right into you.

You fell to the ground in the midst of the sea of people. Nobody saw you fall, which meant nobody realized you were on the ground.

People continued walking, nearly crushing you with shopping carts and strollers and things of the sort.

You struggled to get up so people wouldn’t step on you. It was like you were drowning in a sea of people. The burning in your chest didn’t help either.

You let out a yelp and a shoe came down on your hand.

Finally, you gained your balance and was able to get off of the floor.

You could feel your heart rate quickening as you scrambled towards the wall of the supermarket. You were breathing heavy as you half walked-half crawled towards the clearing. Your eyes focused on a spot and you made a B-Line for it, not caring about who was in your way.

When you managed to get to the wall, you noticed your hands were empty.

“Mozart,” you whispered, your eyes widening.

Suddenly, it seemed like your lungs shut completely. You pressed your back against the wall, sliding to the floor and trying to catch your breath.

Mozart’s leash must’ve dropped out of your hand when you fell. In the big crowd of people, he probably couldn’t find you to get back to you.

“Mozart,” you choked out. You tried calling for him, but your lack of oxygen prohibited it. Tears pooled in your eyes as your breathing rate increased.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

The sound of your pounding heart overpowered the voice of a man jogging towards you.

“Sinatra, c'mere boy!”

The man squatted down to your level and put his hand on your knee lightly.

“Hey? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You lifted your tear covered face slowly to see dark brown eyes staring back at you. You tried to catch your breath to say something, anything, but it seemed impossible.

“M-Mozart,” you choked out.

Thick eyebrows pushed together as the man stared at you. “Mozart? Is that a name?”

When you nodded, he continued. “A puppy? Your puppy?”

“My.. ‘port dog,” you wheezed.

“Your support dog? Mozart’s your support dog?”

When you nodded, the man sprang up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find him! I’ll bring him,” he said. “Sinatra, stay here boy. I’ll be right back.”

A golden retriever came into your view, sitting down at your feet. He kept his eyes focused on your hands, which were sliding up and down your jeans forcefully.

The dog whined and put his nose on one of your hands. He started to lick your finger tips carefully and make soft noises.

You lifted your shakey hand and put it on top of the dog’s head. His fur was soft, and it reminded your of Mozart.

You started to stroke the fur, grounding yourself as you did so.

You were okay. You made it out of the crowd fine. You just needed Mozart back, that was all.

The dog put his head on your knee and sighed heavily, licking the exposed part of your knee through your jeans.

Suddenly the man came jogging back, a familiar lump of brown fur in his hands.

“Is this him?”

You nodded through the last of your tears, opening your arms for the puppy. Mozart gladly jumped down and licked your face, wiping the tears off.

You let out a shakey laugh as you patted his head. “Good boy, Mozart. Good boy.”

You looked up at the man, who was smiling at you. His hair flopped messily over his glasses. You noticed his hand was scratching at his jeans.

His dog immediately stood up and nudged his hand, licking it and making huffs.

“Thank you,” you croaked, trying to return his smile.

“Ah, don’t mention it.” he answered, smiling harder. “My name’s Brendon.” He stuck his hand out. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N,” you said, taking his hand and shaking it.

“I was actually trying to help you up,” he laughed. “But a handshake works too.”

Your cheeks turned pink as you used his hand to pull yourself up. You brushed off the dirt from your jeans and gripped Mozart’s leash tightly.

There was a silence as the man stared down at the ground for a bit. He was chewing on his lip.

“So.. Mozart’s your support dog, huh?”

“Yeah. He’s… a work in progress.. but he’s a good boy.”

Brendon smiled. “Sinatra’s a little busy-body too. But a good pup.”

Your eyebrow went up. “Sinatra’s a support dog too?”

Brendon nodded. “Yeah, he’s a support dog. I have pretty bad anxiety.. and ADHD too, so he calms me down if I get too anxious and he relaxes me if I have a little meltdown.”

You looked down to see the two puppies sniffing each other and wagging their tails.

“I think they like each other,” you mumbled with a grin.

Brendon looked down and smiled. “Yeah it seems so.”

There was a slight pause.

Brendon laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“This.. is probably going to be inappropriate but.. you’re really cute.”

You blushed and smiled, casting your gaze to the floor. “Thanks. You are too.”

His plump, pink lips curved into a smile. “Why thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome, Brendon.”

“You know.. if our pups like each other, we probably shouldn’t just walk away from here and never let them see each other again,” he said, nodding slowly.

“You’re definitely right,” you said, a playfully serious expression covering your face.

“So maybe I should take your number- you know, to schedule puppy play-dates?”

“Right, of course. Just for the pups.”

“Not saying.. you know, you and I can’t sit down and discuss our music tastes over a bottle of scotch and a rotisserie chicken.”

“How classy,” you laugh. “I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Brendon pulled out his phone and handed it to you to put your number in.

You filled out a contact and set your name as “Mozart’s mom”

When you handed him his phone, he laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkled in the sexiest way possible.

“So.. I’ll call you. To, you know, schedule that play date.”

“For the pups,” you smirked.

His eyes shined. “For the pups.”

ok but like. why is the panic fandom so fucking toxic. especially the rivalry between ryan stans and brendon stans. for example: the hardcore ryan stans think brendon is an irredeemable asshole who ruined ryan’s life by stealing the panic name and playing songs that ryan wrote without crediting him and they try to twist everything brendon does into proof of him being actual scum of the earth,, and on the other hand the hardcore brendon stans think ryan was abusive and try to twist everything he did and said into this elaborate plan ryan had to manipulate brendon? like yall need to chill out for a sec, go outside, drink some water,, nothing fuckin matters my dude just enjoy the music and don’t ruin the experience for everyone. this goes to both ryan stans and brendon stans and everyone in the fandom that makes “theories” about the members’ behavior/relationships/the split.

tl;dr: ryan stans need to stop demonizing brendon and picking apart his behavior and brendon stans need to stop demonizing ryan and picking apart his behavior

if you're going to see kinky boots to see brendon:

-dont scream it’s not a concert it’s a play and BROADWAY
-this is also rude to do for a. the other people on stage b. the other audience members and c. brendon because it’s very distracting
-dont take videos or pictures it’s illegal and you will get thrown out if caught
-see second bullet point again
-dont rush brendon outside he’s a human being and not the only person in the play
-dont stand around like a moron you’re in New York and you will be pushed
-dont scream you come off as a rude self centered asshole who’s never left their house before

Get Some Sleep

Originally posted by dallonweekeseveryday

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Dallon Weekes 

Request: Nope. I should probably just say that I have no life and I like making these. 

Warnings: SFW || sexual innuendos, cursing.

Masterlist: Here

Enjoy. xx

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anonymous asked:

Why is Northern Downpour so "Ryden-ish"? Can you explain to me? I get that it's super obvious, but could you perhaps share the more minor details with me? Thanks!

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Well to start I want to bring up the overall ‘meaning’ of the song Ryan intended. Ross said to Rolling Stone, April 3, 2008: “It was about touring and girlfriends and love and everything that’s been important to us in the past few years. There’s a line in the song that goes, ‘I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.’ I told Brendon (Urie, lead singer) to pay special attention to that line.” With this in mind I personally believe this song was intended to be written/sung from Brendon’s perspective (or the perspective Ryan would expect Brendon to hold). AND YES I know Ryan Ross DID WRITE this song. Now let’s take a look at the lyrics and tie in some Seattle/Moon&Sun/BushHall theory. 

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Dallon Weekes x Reader Finally

A/N: hey guys this is my third tumblr fanfic. huge thanks to fall_out_girl @lilbabyalicia on twitter for helping me make a decision between Gerard Way or Dallon Weekes. You’re awesome!

The boys got off stage, sweaty and exhausted from playing the show, and you grinned as they walked into the dressing room. “I call first shower!” Brendon announced as he grabbed his stuff and raced to the bathroom. You sat on the couch and Dallon sat beside you, the bassist chugging a water bottle.

“You guys were great tonight,” you complimented. “I really think you rocked it.”

“Thanks,” Dallon smiled.

“You were especially amazing out there,” you added. “You seemed really passionate.”

“I’m always passionate when I’m playing,” he shrugged.

“Nah,” you shook your head. “I think there was something else.”

“Really now?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yup,” you persisted. “Your performance tonight was different from all the rest.”

“Maybe it was because I knew a certain someone was going to be going to our show tonight,” Dallon winked. “And I wanted to show off just a little.”

You began to say something, but Brendon walked out of the shower and Dallon got up for his turn, and you closed your mouth as Brendon sat beside you. You watched as Dallon closed the door and you slumped back in your chair in defeat. “Hey, did he finally ask you out yet?” Brendon wondered.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Come on y/n. We all know you and Dallon are a thing,” Kenny agreed from the other side of the room, where he was playing a video game with Dan.

“Yeah, he’s gonna ask you out sometime,” Dan reassured.

“It’s getting to be a while now though,” Brendon groaned. “I think we need to give them a little help.”

“Brendon please stay out of this,” you begged. “Dallon will ask me when he’s ready.”

“We all know you guys are madly in love,” Kenny joked. “You just need to take that step.”

“I’ll start up a candlelit dinner and we’ll get this violinist to go play while you eat,” Brendon teased.

“Shut up,” you sighed. “It will happen when it happens.”

“It’s been a whole month,” Dan reminded. “I think you’ve waited long enough, y/n.”

“You just need him to initiate it,” Kenny replied.

“Initiate what?” Dallon wondered, stepping into the room and everyone going silent.

“Nothing,” you quickly responded. Brendon smirked and you bit your lip to keep you from lashing out on him.

“We’re gonna go to an afterparty. Um, you guys can come too if you want. But it looks like you want some alone time, so we’ll catch up with you later,” Kenny explained. He closed the door, leaving you and Dallon alone together. An awkward silence filled the space between you.

“So…” you twiddled your thumbs, nervous and unsure.

“So?” Dallon raised his eyebrows.

“What do you think?” you wondered.

“About what?” he asked.

“The afterparty thing,” you reminded.

“Oh,” he frowned. “Well I sort of had something else planned.”

“Really?” a smile curled on the side of your lips.

“Yeah. I had some dinner reservations actually,” he smiled. “It’s at (your favorite restaurant.) You know?”

“Okay,” you grinned.

“But uh, if you um, if you want to go to the afterparty it’s okay too,” he quickly stuttered.

“No, no, no. I’d love to. Um, I’d love to go to dinner with you Dallon,” you accepted his offer. “That’d be great.”

“Yeah, it would,” he whispered. “Thanks.”

“Thank you,” you sighed.

“So, you ready to go?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I’ve been ready a long time ago,” you laughed. He got up from the couch, extending a hand and helping you up.

“Me too,” he chuckled.

“I love you Dallon,” the words slipped right out of your mouth.

His arms wrapped around you for a hug, his lips on yours for a quick kiss, and then he pulled away. “I love you too y/n,” he smiled.

imagine # 10

The entire panic fanbase is buzzing about the new tour Brendon announced last night: the Things Have Changed throwback tour. The idea, Brendon said through many cryptic tweets, was that each member of the band would be dressed in a different album era and they would play only songs from A Fever You Can’t Swear Out, Pretty. Odd., and Vices & Virtues. The first show is going to be tomorrow in New Jersey. Brendon announced a surprise at the last show, but nobody knows what to expect.
The tour goes exactly as promised. Brendon and Dan wear clothes from Fever era, Dallon and Kenny rock Vices era. The only one missing is Pretty. Odd. They play songs from all the promised albums, driving the fans of the early albums crazy, but nobody represents Pretty. Odd., and when an interviewer asks Brendon about it, he shrugs and replies with a simple, “I guess no one is.”
The last show of the tour starts in LA, and is, like nearly every other night, sold out completely, with people in the parking lot straining to hear what is going on inside the venue. The tour was a huge success. The band should have come onstage five minutes ago, but the curtains were still down. The audience buzzes, anxiously awaiting the “surprise” the last show would allegedly bring. Finally, Brendon walks onstage, still sporting his Fever era attire, and behind him Dallon, Kenny, and Dan, and they play through the set same as they had for the whole rest of the tour. Nothing surprising about it at all. As the band bows at the end and leaves the stage, Brendon stays in the spotlight and talks to the crowd. After a few minutes of this, he turns to the curtain and announces the encore. Out steps Jon, Spencer, and Ryan, wearing Pretty. Odd. style suits and hats, and the moment the crowd dies down, Spencer counts off Mad as Rabbits, and at the end, Brendon and Ryan are holding hands as they bow. Later, Brendon tweets a selfie of him kissing Ryan, captioned, “Expect to see more of us very soon.”

Panic! At The Apartment

Request: Could you do another Ryan Ross imagine where you’re friends with everyone in panic! but for some reason you don’t like Ryan and everyone else eventually has enough and locks you both in a room or closet to sort it out and at first you don’t cooperate but then you start talking and spend hours bonding and you don’t even realise they unlocked the door?

A/N- An opportunity to write about Ryan Ross will never be turned down. I went with this concept, but added a little creative twist to it. I hope you enjoy! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! If you liked this, please be sure to let us know! 

“Ross, why don’t you fucking watch where you’re going?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. With such a big ego, anyone could bump into you, so am I really at fault?”

You glared at Ryan Ross. That was the third time he had accidentally bumped into you, and you were sick of it.

“Listen, I am so sick of your melodramatic-”

“Guys! Holy shit, can’t you get along for two seconds?” Brendon looked at the two of you, sighing and running a hand through his hair, “We can’t all hang out together peacefully for more than three minutes”

“Well, Bren, that’s because you decided to invite Y/N.”

You scoffed. “Excuse me? Anywhere we go there’s always a problem with the sensitive Ryan Ross. Oh no! They didn’t give the poor baby enough ketchup for his fucking French fries! Lets through a giant fit!

“They didn’t! They think a drop the size of my thumb will last for an entire basket?!”

You groaned. “Oh god, there he goes again.”

Spencer sighed from where he was sitting on the couch. “All you do is bicker, bicker, bicker.”

“Maybe we should just force them to sit in a room long enough to spew all their insults so that by the time we cut them loose, we’ll all have one less headache.” Jon chimed in, obviously joking.

You glared at him then glanced over at Brendon who had that look on his face. It meant no good.

“Don’t you think for a second that I am going to go anywhere near him by myself, Urie.”

Ryan shook his head quickly and took a step back from you. “That goes for me, too. Hell will freeze over before I go anywhere near Y/N.”

Brendon sighed and looked at the other two guys of Panic! who were obviously getting sick of the constant fighting too. Ever since you could remember, you and Ryan were always at it, finding a new way to insult the other, or the smallest thing to debate. You had no problem with Brendon or Jon or Spencer. They were nice guys, and always very welcoming. But something about Ryan rubbed you in all the wrong ways, and something about you rubbed him in even worse ways. No one could get the other to cooperate.

The simple solution was to stop inviting you to any functions, but you had grown up with the guys. Ever since they had a following of about ten people, you were the first. When something career changing happened, you were always the first to get the call. And you loved it. You just didn’t love Ryan.

“You know what? I think I’m just going to head home.” You sighed, looking at the three members you could actually get along with, smiling slightly. “It’s been a long day.”

Spencer looked over at Ryan who just shrugged, and then stood up, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, take care, have a nice drive home.”

You smiled and hugged him back, nodding. Jon hugged you soon after, followed by Brendon who squeezed you so tight that he lifted you off your feet for a few brief seconds.

“We still on for tomorrow?” He asked, his eyes bright.

You smiled softly and nodded. “Of course. I’ll be at your place, say around four?” Brendon was planning on moving out of his small apartment and into his new home that he had recently made the leap in purchasing. You were going to help him pack everything into identical rectangular cardboard boxes and keep him entertained.

He nodded and gave you a thumbs up. You smiled and put on your jacket, then headed out, being sure to give Ryan a death glare on your way out. He readily returned the favor.

“Okay guys, here’s the plan.” Brendon gathered Spencer and Jon in a circle after Ryan had left to go feed his cat. “Jon, you were onto something. I’m beyond convinced we won’t get them to cooperate unless we get them in the same room together, and they actually talk.”

Jon looked at him with a quizzical expression. “Well, how in the hell are we going to do that? They can barely stand five feet away from each other. There’s no way we’re going to fool them into a closet to play seven minutes in heaven or some shit.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment before looking at Brendon. “Not unless they don’t know they’re walking into the trap.”

“I love that look on your face. What are you implying?” Brendon sat up a little.

“Say, Ryan helps you pack and move out of your apartment too? You invite him an hour earlier, right? Tell him he can leave as soon as Y/N arrives. Then text Y/N that there’s been a change of plans. Y/N still has a key to your place right?”

Brendon nodded a small smirk on his face. “Y/N gets there while I conveniently go fetch Ry and I some drinks, so when she unlocks the door, Ryan is inside and I’m not there.”

Spencer grinned excitedly and nodded. Jon looked between the two of them and laughed slightly. “Well, if you guys are legitimately serious about this, I know a guy who could manipulate your lock so it only opens from the outside.”

“You’re my man, Walker. I could kiss you right now.” Brendon grinned and slapped him on the back. “‘So what are we waiting for?! Let’s do this.”

You knocked on the door once, twice, three times. And still no answer. Sighing, you fished for the key to Brendon’s apartment. “God damn it, Urie. You make me come early, and don’t even have the decency to open the door.”

Rolling your eyes fondly with the image of Brendon getting too distracted from finding a knick knack he collected years ago to come to the door, you unlocked the door, walking in and hanging your coat, then closing the door.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?”                                

Your blood immediately boiled as you heard his voice. You turned, and to your unfortunate surprise, there he was, Ryan Ross sitting on the floor of the nearly empty apartment. “The question is what the hell are you doing here? And where’s Brendon?”

“I was told he needed extra help,” He shrugged, looking at his watch on his skinny wrist, “You’re not supposed to be here for another hour. Brendon went out to get us a couple of drinks.”

You frowned and looked at him. “You mean to tell me Brendon isn’t here?”

He shook his head.

“But I could have sworn he said he need- oh no…” Immediately you went to the door and tried to open it. To your dismay, it wouldn’t budge. You groaned loudly.

“What are you on about, Y/N?” Ryan furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to the door and tried to open it. When it wouldn’t budge he smirked and turned the lock. “Maybe if you had a brain you would have tried unlocking it first.” Again, he tried to open it and it didn’t budge.

“You were saying?” You glared at him, stepping back from the door. Just then Ryan’s phone began ringing. He sighed in relief and held it up. “It’s Bren.”

“Well, what are you waiting for then?! Pick it up!”

Ryan made a face then picked up the phone. “Hello? What? Why? Okay fine… give me a second.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and clicked a button on the screen.


“Brendon?!” You immediately rushed towards the phone and took it from Ryan. “What the fuck is this?”

“You’ve just been punk’d! But no seriously. We’re locking you in the apartment. Get along will you? Also maybe pack for me. That still needs to be done. Oh, and don’t try to escape. We covered all the windows and doors. Have fun! Love you!”

And with that, he hung up. You stood there in shock for a moment as Ryan snatched the phone back. “I can’t believe this. They didn’t fucking do this to me. I swear, I’m leaving those fuckers as soon as they let me out.”

You glared at him. “You fucking say that three times a week, you’re not fucking leaving.”

“Well maybe I might this time.” He shook his head and sat back down on the couch. “I mean seriously, out of all the people in the god damn world, they chose you. I can’t stand this.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re sitting then.” You smirked slightly, then sighed. “Fuck, I don’t want to be here.”

“You think I do?”

“Oh god, please just shut up Ross, you’re giving me headache. That voice is the most annoying thing in the world.”

“The most annoying thing in the world is you constantly stating the obvious. I have a fucking brain you know.”

“Oh yeah?” You glared at him, then sat down in front of a box and a bunch of belongings that were supposed to be neatly packed into it. “Is it the size of a pea? Because I’ve been wondering for ages.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Oh put a god damn sock in it.”

You scoffed and shook your head, then started neatly stacking things into the box as the pansy just sat there and watched. After a while, he stated calmly. “There’s no way in hell you’re going to get all that in there if you do it like that.”

You looked up at him. “You’re not doing anything to help, so maybe just shut up so I can get this done and we can get out of here.”

He smirked and shrugged. “Continue, by all means.”

15 minutes later

“God damn it.” You sighed and started unpacking everything again. “Don’t even say it, Ross, or I will use a kitchen knife to cut your tongue out.”

Ryan couldn’t help but laugh and finally got off the couch and knelt down next to you. “You need to put the big stuff in first then tuck the smaller shit in the little nooks.” He took the current item in your hand and placed it in the box at an angle that didn’t take too much room.

You sat back and watched him carefully. “And when did you become the expert on packing?”

“In case you were too busy focusing on yourself, I live my life on the road. I have to be good at packing to survive.”

“Well… fuck you.” You sighed and handed him another object as he smirked smugly and put it in the box. Together, you managed to finish the box in less than ten minutes.

“Well, looks like you are actually good at one thing, Ross.” You muttered quietly.

He just laughed and shook his head. “Come on, I’m good at everything.”

Two hours later

“That’s the last of Brendon’s shit. All that’s left are the couches and that ugly kitchen table.”

You looked at Ryan and laughed slightly. “So, I’m not the only one who thinks it’s horrendous?”

“Oh god no. It doesn’t even match the chairs. Sometimes I wonder what goes through that man’s head.”

You laughed and shook your head, “That makes two of us, Ross.”

Smirking, he sat back down on the couch. “And my question was, the other two were with them. How in the hell did they not stop him? That thing is an atrocity. Not even Spencer stopped him! It’s beyond me.”

“Looks like everyone but the two of us have good taste in kitchen furniture.” You pushed Ryan’s legs off the couch and sat down next to him. “Never in a million years would I subject house guests to that thing.”

He sat up a little straighter and laughed. “Hey, you’re actually kind of funny, Y/N. Who the fuck knew?”

You rolled your eyes and shifted slightly on the couch, frowning slightly at an uneven spot in the cushion. You turned slightly and lifted it up to reveal a sock with little aliens printed on them. Ryan immediately lit up and took it from you. “Holy shit! I’ve been looking for this for the past year!”

You gave him a look that suggested you weren’t very impressed, but he only laughed. “This is the other sock to my favorite pair of socks! I lost it, but I figured I’d left it in a shady hotel room somewhere in Ohio.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re seriously that excited about a fucking sock. Oh my god, Ross.”

“Well, what else is there to be excited about?! I’m sitting in Brendon’s shitty apartment with that nasty table and I’m stuck with you. Bless this sock!” His voice had taken a more playful tone, so you only smirked softly and shook your head.

Thirty minutes later

“All I’m saying is I don’t think that’s how an actual alien would look like. You think any life source out there would be smart enough to let the simple human race see what they really look like and depict them on socks? No fucking way!”

Ryan glared playfully at you and shook his head. “Well, I think you’re wrong. My socks are perfect. And if aliens don’t look like this, it’s all a lie.”

“Hey, now that we have a sock, I can actually put it in your mouth to shut you up!” You looked at him, grinning slightly. “Only take it out once you realize how right I am.”

“Watch it. I happen to know you’re ticklish. I’ve seen Jon tickle you.”

You gasped dramatically, mocking him from before. “You mean, you actually pay attention to something more than yourself?”

And with that, Ryan Ross did something you never thought would happen. He started to tickle you.

An hour later

“Do you think Brendon was smart enough to leave us food?”

“No, but Spencer probably was.” Ryan got up with a wink and headed to the kitchen. He grinned in delight and called out. “We’re in luck! Chinese takeout with our names on it!”

You laughed and walked into the kitchen standing right behind him and placing your chin on his shoulder. “Well, at least Spencer doesn’t have bad taste in food.”

Ryan grinned and shook his head slightly, glancing at you. “Oh no, this was definitely Jon’s doing. He probably feels the worst about locking us up.”

You laughed and nodded. “Good point. Put that in the microwave. I’m starving.”

When the food was finally ready, you both ate straight out of the box and continued your conversation. The last two hours and forty five minutes hadn’t been as bad as expected. Ryan was actually incredibly smart. Something you hadn’t realized since you’d never actually held a conversation with him. He could talk about anything and put it in a way you had never thought of before. His mind worked in the way that no one else’s did. Suddenly, you began to understand every song he had written. Every little comment he said. It all started to click and he didn’t seem like quite an ass anymore.

You sat back on the couch and looked at him. “So tell me, Ryan Ross. What’s your biggest fear?”

He looked at you for a moment then took a moment to think about it and nodded. “Being forgotten.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. I don’t know. It’s stupid really. Growing up, I had a pretty shitty father. The attention I did get wasn’t all that positive. If it weren’t for Spencer, I wouldn’t have made it out.”

You nodded slightly, recalling that Ryan and Spencer had been close for ages. “Yeah… I get that. That’s kind of me and Brendon.”

He looked at you and smiled. “When we meet Brendon, and then went through Brent, and found Jon, everything just kind of fell into place for me. I found somewhere I belonged, somewhere I could make an impact. Somewhere someone actually gave a damn about what I had to say. And then I became Ryan Ross of Panic! At The Disco. If someone were to forget that… or me… well, I don’t know. It’s not exactly a nice thought.”

You nodded a bit, quiet for a moment, and then said, with a smile. “Well, if it’s worth anything, you’re too annoying to forget.”

He chuckled and looked at you, nodding. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile and nod. The rest of the night was spent with conversations like those. Without the distraction of the phones, that had run out of battery a while ago, and with Brendon’s fun stuff packed into not as fun boxes, all you could do was talk. But you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

You found out you both liked similar stuff and were annoyed by the same stuff the guys did, and by the time Brendon decided to let you out, you didn’t even notice the door open.

“Erm… guys?” You both looked up to see Brendon standing at the door with a wide smile on his face.

You groaned playfully and finally got up. “Thank God, I was about to murder him.”

“Hey! That’s my best friend!” Spencer grinned, walking into the room.

Ryan laughed and winked at him.

“You’re welcome for the food by the way.” Jon walked in shortly after, smirking softly. “They wanted to get you shady sandwiches from that suspicious restaurant down the street.”

“Jon Walker, you are my hero.” You laughed and pulled him into a hug. Soon enough, all the boys joined you in the hug, and when you felt Ryan’s arm around your waist, you didn’t complain.

“Oh, by the way, Bren, thanks for stealing my fucking sock. It took ages to for me to find it.”

“Hey… woah, woah, woah, Ross. I found it.”

“You did not. I sat on the right side of the couch for you to find it on the left. Duh.”


“Guys, I swear if this whole stunt was for noth-”

“Y/N, mind continuing this debate over coffee tomorrow?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and nod. “I’d be honored, Ross.”


Coffee Shop Conversations (Brendon Urie - Panic! at the Disco)

Word Count: 2,004



It had been a quiet day in the coffee shop you owned and ran in downtown LA just off the main street. You had your locals and tourists never strayed down here which meant you had enough business to pay the rent each month and had a good laugh with your regulars. You were just wiping the last table down when you heard the little bell above the door go off indicating you had a customer. You let out a frustrated sigh because it was ten minutes to closing and no one ever came in so usually you got off early.

Throwing the cloth under the counter you straightened your apron and glanced up at the customer. He had his back to you and was transfixed with looking outside, just what you needed another weirdo. You clear your throat and the person turns around, your breath catches in your throat as you take in their familiar appearance. Brendon Urie from Panic! at the Disco was in your coffee shop, looking sexy as fuck but out of breath.

‘Err hi I hope you don’t mind me hiding in your shop. I was out and then some fans saw me and I ran.’

You nodded in understanding.

‘You wouldn’t be the first famous person to hide here, though you seem chattier.’

He laughed and made his way towards the counter, you watched as his eyes scanned the menu behind you. When you were younger you were obsessed with his band and you still liked their stuff but not as hardcore as your teenage years.

‘I’ll have a hazelnut hot chocolate…’

‘y/n my name is y/n.’

He smiles.

‘A pretty name for a pretty girl. That’s all I’ll have for today.’

You somehow managed to contain your blush and inner fangirl as you set about making his drink, you notice him take a seat on one of the stools by the counter and you swear you can see his eyes trailing down your body.

‘Will it be take out or sitting in?’

‘Err take out…the fans should have gone by now.’

You were a little disappointed by his answer, of course he couldn’t stay because he was famous and had places to be instead of talking to coffee shop girls. You finish his drink and slide it across the counter, he goes to pay but you put your hand out to stop him.

‘On the house, just don’t get use to it mr.’

‘Thanks y/n.’

He picks up the drink and quickly leaves the shop leaving you alone once more.


It was ten minutes till closing and you’d managed to usher a few stragglers out, all of last night you couldn’t get Brendon off your mind. You’d always dreamt of meeting him in person and now you had. The little bell above the door rang and like yesterday you walked behind the counter threw the cloth down and straightened your apron before looking up and locking eyes with the last person you expected to see. Brendon was back and smiling at your shocked expression.

‘Err Brendon what are you doing back? I mean I’m glad, are you being chased by fans again?’

It came out in a ramble and immediately you felt like a dork. Brendon threw his head back and laughed.

‘No y/n I’m not being chased by fans. Yesterday I found this little coffee shop and it did the best hazelnut hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted so I decided to come back to get another one. So I’ll have two hazelnut hot chocolates to sit in please.’

You quirk an eyebrow at him as you jot down the order, you glance around the shop and notice that it’s just the two of you.

‘Err Brendon I know you said you liked it but maybe you should only order one.’

‘The others for you y/n. I want to get to know you better.’

You were a little surprised that Brendon wanted to get to know you better but you weren’t about to turn him down.

‘Okay you grab a table and I’ll bring over the drinks.’

He saluted you before turning and picking a table. You quickly make the drinks and carry them over to the sofa seat he had claimed. You put his in front of him and slide onto the sofa opposite him.

‘So Brendon Urie what do you want to know about little old me?’

Brendon smirked as he sipped his drink.

‘Twenty questions. I’ll go first. Last name?’

What were you teenagers? You hadn’t played this game in years but it was a great way to get to know someone else.  You  tapped your nails against the mug.

‘My last name is y/l/n. Okay my go, boxers or briefs?’

Brendon nearly choked on his drink which made you laugh.

‘Oh so that’s the way we’re taking these questions, I’m going to go with boxers. Now what to ask you?’

We learnt a lot about each other during twenty questions and some things were more embarrassing than you’d ever tell someone you hardly knew. Brendon told you that he found you interesting and not like other fangirls, yes he discovered your dark fangirl past and mocked you for it. And he said he was going to keep coming back to the coffee shop until he got to know everything about you.


At ten to on the dot Brendon strolled into the shop looking as suave as ever, you already had the drinks made but this time you threw in some cookies you’d baked earlier and hadn’t sold all of them. Today you talked about your childhoods and you revealed that you were originally from England but had moved over here to go to college. Brendon then made you teach him some British phrases and the two of you were in fits of laughter.


You weren’t in the best of moods today; you’d gone home last night after your chat with Brendon and discovered your boyfriend of two years sleeping with your next door neighbour in your bed of all places. You had given him everything and he was cheating on you behind your back.

Brendon comforted you and told you that your ex never deserved someone as beautiful and charming as you. And that if he ever saw him he’d rip him a new one, you chuckled and explained that your ex was a weightlifter and Brendon changed his jokey attitude. It felt good to have a shoulder to cry on and Brendon didn’t judge he just listened.


You decided to experiment today with a new flavour and added chocolate orange to the hazelnut. Brendon didn’t notice the change immediately but when he did his eyes lit up like an over excited child and he started jumping around the shop shouting how good the hot chocolate was. He then made a serious face and stated he was going to hire you to go on tour with him as his personal hot chocolate maker.


You and Brendon had exchanged numbers earlier in the week and you messaged him telling him to disguise himself because Saturdays were always busy until the last minute. You nearly died when he waltzed in wearing a beanie, black oversized glasses and an obvious fake moustache. The two of you took a selfie and earnt some weird looks from your regulars.

Brendon continued messaging you when worked around the clock to get everyone’s orders.  He was quite flirty in the messages and you kind of liked the relationship the two of you had formed over this short period of time. Though a part of you had developed feelings for Brendon, you knew they would never be returned.


The shop was closed on a Sunday so you spent the day lazing in bed watching Netflix. Brendon and you messaged constantly and you wondered what his wife Sarah would think of the way Brendon spoke to you. If someone was to read your messages they’d assume you were together.


Seven days you’d known Brendon and they’d been the best seven days of your life. However today Brendon didn’t show up at his regular time, which was odd because he was never late. At around ten past five you locked the door and poured the hot chocolates down the sink, he wasn’t coming today and you wondered if it was something you’d done. You decide to message him.

Y/N: Missed you today Brendon J hope everything’s good on your end

He didn’t reply, and you knew this because you waited by your mobile and no reply ever came. Thoughts started swimming through your head, had you done something? Maybe Sarah had found out and accused Brendon of cheating, or maybe the dominos had fallen and Brendon finally realised you were a nobody and went back to his celebrity life.



I hadn’t shown up yesterday and when y/n sent me the message I couldn’t bring myself to reply. I was numb inside and conflicted. I was there for y/n when her boyfriend cheated on her and now I was in the same boat. Sarah had seen the messages on my phone and accused me of cheating on her; I then clearly stated that I already knew she was cheating on me and that I was allowed to speak to other girls.

When I met y/n a week ago yes I was running from fans but I’d gone to get divorce papers to end my marriage. y/n was like no other girl I’d ever come across, for starters she made the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted but she was so much more than that. She was bubbly, charming and jokey and seemed to counter my flirty nature. I admired that she worked her cute ass off to make her shop what it was and she didn’t like asking people for help or taking anything from them.

I stood outside the shop and watched as she laughed with customers, she enjoyed what she did and upon meeting her she lit up a flame beneath me and suddenly all the negative things in my life seemed better. I think I was falling in love with a girl I’d known less than a week, but I did know her and she knew me.

I waited until the shop was empty before walking in, y/n was cleaning the tables like usual when I cleared my throat. She glanced up at me and her eyes lit up.

‘Brendon I thought something had happened to you.’

She threw down her cloth and ran towards me before throwing her arms around me, I chuckled as I hugged her back.

‘Did you miss my pretty face?’

y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed before pulling away, but I grabbed her hand and she looked up at me with confusion. It was now or never to get my feelings off my chest.

‘A week ago I got divorce papers because Sarah had been cheating on me, then I met you and everything bad in my life seemed good. You’re addictive y/n in a good way and I think I’m falling in love with you.’

Before she could say anything I leant down and claimed her lips, she gasped before parting her lips allowing me entry. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulling me closer, I guessed the feelings were mutual.

When we pulled away I rested my forehead against hers, she chuckled.

‘I didn’t know my hot chocolate was that good Brendon.’

I chuckled with her before tilting her chin up so our eyes locked.

‘Oh it’s more than good y/n. Will you go on a date with me?’

She blushed before nodding.

‘I would love to Brendon; you do owe me for all the free drinks.’

She playfully pushed my chest and I acted wounded before pouting. She then closed the space between us and started kissing me again; now this was something I could get use to everyday.

you know, even Brendon and Rachel and especially Jeff and Jordan wouldn’t let their sig other do what Matt is doing but Raven doesn’t care about Matt disregarding the game which kinda pisses me off. That’s how little game play is going on this season. This is not the BB I signed up for to watch this summer.

Matt just asked if he’ll get Netflix in the jury house to which Raven said they should and he’s like, Oh, ok then yeah I don’t care about being in sequester for another couple weeks.