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Date Night
Third Person
Brendon x Sara (OC kinda)
College AU
PWP Oneshot
NC-17
5.4k Words
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story using the names and/or likeness of at least one real person. This is intended for entertainment purposes ONLY. Please do not share or bring up my work with anyone other than fellow fans. Any similarity to real-life events involving these characters that have not been shared with the general public is only coincidence. Just because Iâve included something in my fics does NOT mean I condone, support, or encourage that behavior, language, or action in real life. Please practice safe and consensual sex practices, and just be a good person.
Warnings in Order of Appearance: Real Person Fic, Crude and Vulgar Language Throughout, Mentions of Alcohol, Brief Joke About Forgoing Contraception, Talk and Consumption of Pornography, Unprotected Oral Sex, Female Receiving Oral, Intercourse, Male Receiving Oral, Female Masturbation, Use of a Non-Sex Toy as a Sex Toy, Minor Social Anxiety
Author's Notes:
1. I spelled Sarah's name wrong on purpose because I felt bad writing porn about her. Brendon's technically permitted to write about him, so I'll do that without guilt (okay, with some guilt, but I feel guilty about everything. I have anxiety), but I respect Sarah too much to do that to her. That being said, I didn't want to use a random name, so I decided on a middle ground. Here's Sara, who is both not a real person and also not not married to Brendon Urie in real life. Schrodinger's OC. Okay, thank you for putting up with me.
2. I donât know if Iâm going to write any more third-person fics. I know theyâre not really that popular, but for some reason, this spoke to me in third, so I embraced that. Anyway, give it a chance, and if you donât like it, give whatever I publish next a chance.
3. This used to be split into two parts because I uploaded it on mobile, but I have since condensed the two parts, and now the whole thing is on this post.
Brendon fumbles with his keys as he unlocks the door to his apartment. Sara won't be there for another little while, but he's anxious to get inside anyway. His roommate is away visiting his family for the first time in nearly two months, and he hasnât gotten any real alone time with his girlfriend since then. Itâs hard, and Brendon knows Saraâs been struggling too because she spent their whole coffee shop study-date the day before whispering to him about how she's been practically crawling out of her skin. Brendon shivers at the memory of her hot breath against his ear as he slams his front door shut and hurries to his bedroom.
He's thinking about all the nasty ways he wants to get back at her for getting him so worked up in public when, speak of the devil, his phone buzzes, and Sara's name pops up in the caller ID. Actually, "Brunette from Creative Writing" pops up, but he swears he'll change it one day. Sara jokes that they'll be married with a whole flock of adult children, and she'll be calling him from the bingo hall as "Brunette from Creative Writing." God, he fucking loves her.
"Hey, babe, I just got home," he says after he hits the answer button.
"Okay, I just got out of my lecture, but I'm stopping by my dorm to grab my duffel bag, then I'm going to the drugstore to get condoms that aren't the shitty university clinic ones, so I won't be there for almost another hour," she tells him.
"Noooo, just come straight here. You can just wear my clothes all weekend. And condoms are so unnecessary; I'll just pull out," Brendon whines.
Sara laughs into the phone, knowing he doesn't mean any of that. "Oh sure, in that case, I'll come right over. Did you want to pay me $400,000 to raise a child in cash or check?"
"Uh, check, but you're gonna have to wait a bit to cash it," he replies.
He can practically see her rolling her eyes, even through the phone, "I'll be there in an hour, but I'll bring you something fun from the drugstore," she says.
"Fun like sex fun or fun like gum from the checkout stand fun?"
"You'll just have to wait and see, love you, bye!" she tells him through the phone before hanging up.
"Love you too, babe," he says sarcastically to no one. He walks into his bedroom and makes sure it's spotless. He doesn't want anything whatsoever to get in the way of fun, sexy times once Sara gets here.
His apartment is clean; he has wine and groceries in the fridge, enough money saved up to rent a movie and order dinner later, and no homework, so once Sara shows up with the condoms, heâll be good to spend the entire weekend at home with her. With nothing else to do, he climbs onto his bed and grabs his laptop. No harm in a little pre-gaming, he figures, pulling up his favorite porn website while he waits.
He clicks on the first video without too much thought. Itâs a girl, one Brendon recognizes, wearing a tiny thong and nothing else, and playing with a small bullet vibe while her boyfriend watches. Sheâs wet, probably just with lube and not actual bodily fluid, he realizes, but at least they bothered to make her look physically aroused at all.
He gets invested in the video, in the new toys that the boyfriend hands her, in the way both of their arousal grows as time goes on. He gets so engrossed that heâs beyond startled when Sara interrupts with, âStarting without me?â eyeing the erection already straining through his jeans.
Brendon laughs with glee now that sheâs finally here, âNo, no, no, just passing the time while I wait for you. No touching yet, see," he says, holding up his hands and waving them around before pausing his video.
"Well, don't stop on my account," Sara scoffs. "I don't mind you starting without me as long as I'm there when you finish," she murmurs.
They both moan, Brendon in response to her words, Sara in response seeing Brendon's cock twitch in his pants, âAh fuck, babe, thatâll be sooner than Iâd like if you keep talking like that.â
Sara climbs in next to him and snuggles against him so that she can see his computer screen, âOoo, sheâs hot,â she says, pointing to the girl now getting eaten out by the guy who, coincidentally enough, doesnât look dissimilar to B.
âYeah, I like a lot of her work,â Brendon says back, disinterested in the video playing on the laptop now that Saraâs actually there in the flesh âhey, you should take your pants off,â he suggests, totally smooth and subtly.
âYouâre such a guy, B. No âhow was your day? Are you hungry? Can I get you something to drink?â she teases.
Under normal circumstances, Brendon would object to such slander on his impeccable moral character. But, well, thereâs not a lot of blood in his brain right now, and he knows that she would just respond with more teasing, further delaying the Fun Sexy Times, so he rolls to his side and kisses behind her ear, pressing his cock against her leg in an attempt to tease her into pliability. It works; she melts, whimpering a little bit as heat pools deep in her stomach when she feels just how turned on Brendon is. âYou feel so nice, B. Bet youâd feel nicer without this layer of denim between us. Can you help me?â
Brendon unbuttons her pants and moves down to slide them off her body, moving his mouth along the newly revealed skin as he works them off. Heâs paying so much attention to the warm flush of her thighs that he almost misses her panties: dark red lace, even darker where sheâs soaked through them, and so delicate that theyâre nearly see-through.
âOh fuck, babe, thatâs gorgeous. Are you wearing a matching bra?â he asks.
She answers by sitting up and pulling off her t-shirt, revealing the same thin lace. Her nipples are hard, practically poking through the delicate material.
Brendon settles back on his heels to fully take his girlfriend in, now stripped down to just her matching bra and panties set.
Sarah grins down at him, âWhy do I get the sense that I can expect this set in every color for my birthday? Although, I know for a fact that I can get the same reaction from you wearing full-coverage high-waisted granny panties,â she thinks aloud after seeing Brendonâs wide-eyed awe.
Brendon isnât paying attention, though. His mindset shifted from the fun and playful sex they usually have to lust-fueled passion as soon as Sara took her shirt off. Donât get him wrong, they have great sex, but they normally have to do it fast and quietly and spontaneously, so theyâve gotten good at not taking themselves too seriously, at laughing at Brendonâs old superhero boxers, and then getting to business. Now that he has the chance to really take his time to appreciate, no, worship her as she deserves, he wants to do it right.
He moves off his heels and crawls over her body, supporting himself with one muscled arm as he moves in to kiss her. She picks up on the change in mood immediately, grasping the back of his head to deepen the kiss. Heâs throbbing against her thigh now, even through his jeans, and sheâs worried that she might come just from feeling him.
She, too, loves their normal sex, but even though itâs fun, it canât always be as intimate as either of them would like. And itâs a shame too because as good at Brendon is at fucking, banging, screwing, whatever, heâs damn good at making love. At making sure sheâs safe and supported and in absolute bliss, even when theyâre hooking up in someoneâs bedroom at a party, but especially like this when theyâve got hours and total privacy.
When her moans increase in pitch and frequency, Brendon crawls back down on the bed and settles between her thighs. âDarling, these panties are a gift to humanity, but Iâm afraid theyâre going to get in the way of some things I have planned. You donât mind if I take them off, do you?â he says, voice deep and gravelly. He mouths against the soaked fabric while he waits for her response.
After taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, âGod, Brendon, please, I need your mouth, fingers, cock, something,â she whines.
Now that he has her permission, he moves his mouth from her core to the waistband against her hip and bites it, just letting his teeth scrape her skin as he pulls down. Whether intentionally or not, Sara arches her back up, making it easy to slide them all the way down her legs. He kisses her way back up her legs, but instead of stopping between her thighs, he keeps going up. He licks up across the flat planes of her stomach all the way until he reaches her bra. Just like with her panties, he mouths over the fabric first, inching up slowly before sucking on one of her nipples through the lace.
As much as he loves how her breathing gets faster and heavier just from that, he canât resist the actual mouth-on-skin that the low cut of the bra allows. He sucks a pink mark on each breast and then moves to lick and suckle gently on her neck. Theyâve both agreed that theyâre not middle schoolers and visible hickeys are beyond tacky, but they both go so wild from neck stimulation that it can be hard to resist spending a few minutes sucking a licking at the rapidly-beating pulse points.
As much as Brendon wants to keep teasing, Saraâs squirming like crazy, and heâs worried that if he kept going in the same way, sheâd come before he got to touch her for real. He finally settles between her thighs for real this time, kissing and sucking gently on her vulva for just a second or two. Sara is quivering by the time he moves down to suck on her clit. As soon as he finally makes contact with the sensitive hood, she screams out in ecstasy, taking full advantage of Brendonâs roommateâs absence. He sucks around her clit just like her nipple, a few short staccato bursts followed by long, drawn-out pulls. He moves his tongue gently the whole time to stimulate her further.
Both of her hands are tangled in his hair, tugging hard when he moves from sucking on her clit to licking across her entrance. He licks across the opening in broad strokes before his tongue enters her, rubbing her clit with his thumb the whole time. He waits until her thighs are clenched tight around his head, and sheâs bucking up against his mouth before he slips two fingers inside to rub over her g-spot.
âB, stop, Iâm gonna fucking come!â She shrieks.
He lifts his head without slowing his fingers, âYou donât wanna come?â
âWant you to be inside me when I do. Inside me for real, not just fingers,â Sara pants, trying hard to distract herself from her building arousal.
As much as Brendonâs disappointed that Sara wonât come on his face, after all, heâs been hard for over an hour now, and he would love to get out of his restrictive jeans and get a little more stimulation than rubbing himself against the bed.
He crawls out of bed and peels his shirt off. Now itâs Sarahâs turn to marvel at her lover. His cheeks and chest are flushed a deep pink from the exertion and arousal, his face is shiny with spit and her juices, and his cock is tenting the material of his pants.
Sara strokes over herself lazily, itâs not nearly as good as Brendon, but itâs something to take the edge off while she watches Brendon unbuckle his belt to strip his pants off. Heâs moving slowly on purpose. He always did love to put on a show.
Once heâs down to his black boxer-briefs, he asks Sara where she put the condoms when she came in.
âB, I love that youâre so distracted by me, but the bag is right next to you on the nightstand,â she answers.
âHey, Iâm not wearing my glasses. Thatâs not fair,â Brendon replies softly. He turns and opens the plastic bag with the drugstore logo on the front. Sara laughs when his eyes visibly widen. âShould I be scared?â He asks, holding up a large vibrating dildo.
Sara laughs. âNo, love, I just wanted to get some toys I could leave at your place,â she answers as he pulls out a bullet vibe, two different types of lube, a cock ring, massage oils, whipped cream, a multi-pack of condoms, and yes, gum from the checkout stand.
â...I may have gotten a little carried away in the sexual wellness aisle,â she admits.
Brendonâs eyes are still the size of saucers, âGod, no kidding, babe, this is all incredible,â he says, stripping off his boxers and opening the box of condoms to tear a packet open with his teeth. Itâs a bad habit, and usually, Sara would scold him, but sheâs so worked up that she spreads her legs in anticipation anyway. Her mouth goes dry while he strokes himself with lube before he rolls the condom on.
He finally, finally, finally settles over her. âIs this position okay?â he asks.
âItâs perfect, baby; I love getting to see your face when you push into me,â she answers, whining as he drags his cock across her opening.
Thatâs good enough for Brendon. He rocks forward into her slowly, partly because heâs a tease but partly because he wants this to last as long as possible. After pushing in deep to rub back and forth across her g-spot, he starts thrusting in earnest, relishing her moans and pants.
âOh B, you feel so good,â she cries out.
âYou feel even better, love. Squeezing so nicely around me. So tight and wet,â he says.
Sara scratches down his back in sheer bliss. Brendonâs rhythm is steady, but heâs moving just slowly enough that they can both relish every thrust without feeling overly needy or impatient. She pushes her thighs together to feel him even better inside her.
His thrusts falter for a second, and he chokes out a gasp. âLove you, love feeling you,â he groans, âbut itâs been nearly a month since we last had sex, babygirl. If you keep that up, I am going to come.â
She relaxes her thighs just a little bit. âGod, I love how sensitive you are right now, babe, responding to my every touch so much. I love you collected and composed too, but itâs such a treat having you so weak for me,â she marvels, stroking the back of his neck.
A shiver goes down his whole spine, and he devotes all of his energy to not coming. âI havenât touched myself since we last had sex,â he admits, âI figured if my sweet girl couldnât get off, I couldnât either. Itâs been such a challenge, but fuck, it was worth it. Iâm so on edge for you.â
She tightens around him, moving her hand to touch her clit. âShit, Brendon, thatâs so fucking hot. Iâm just thinking about you late at night, hard and aching thinking about me, but controlling yourself so it could be all the better when we finally reunited. Did you ever cheat? Did you ever jack yourself but force yourself to pull away right before you came to roll over and go to sleep? God, I bet you had so many dirty dreams. Bet you woke up humping a pillow because your body needed to get off so bad. Bet youâd struggle to hide your hard-on in public when your mind wandered even just a little. Such a dirty needy boy, but so so good for me, arenât you?â she pants out, squeezing tighter as she talks.
He laughs, âYou know me so well, sweetheart, all of the above is true. My roommate was thrilled to have all the hot water for himself this month because⌠I took a lot of cold showers. Iâll leave it at that. Now, if you donât mind, I believe youâve taken my job,â he says, replacing her hand on her clit with his own.
Sara falls back and goes rigid, crying out. He circles his thumb faster as the pace of his thrusts picks up. âIâm gonna come!â She shouts.
âDo it, come on me,â Brendon whispers.
Sara contracts around him, shrieking and convulsing as she comes on him before melting back onto the bed.
Brendon leans down to nip at her shoulder and then kiss her lips. âGood, baby?â
She nods, eyes closed and still panting hard.
âIâll give you a second,â he murmurs, mostly to himself before pulling out and collapsing down next to her. He strokes over himself while he waits for her to come back down to earth, still rock hard.
âShit, B, you still havenât come,â she finally realizes, âdo you want me to blow you?â
His cock twitches at the thought.
âOr I could ride you? Let you watch my tits bounce as I fuck you?â She suggests.
âThat one wanna be back in that perfect cunt.â
Sara moves to straddle him, rubbing her clit against his tummy and kissing him before moving back to settle on him for real. She lets him thrust up into her a couple of times before moving herself, relishing the way his muscles tense under his flushed skin.
Brendon loves being ridden. He wouldnât say itâs his favorite position, but itâs up there. Itâs even better when Sara takes her bra off, as pretty as it is, and he gets to see her entire naked body. She gets herself at the perfect angle and rides him as hard as she can.
âIâm really not going to last long,â he warns.
Sara tangles her hands back in his hair just like he loves. Sheâs pulling out all the stops to get him to come. âGod, B, me neither, I didnât think I had it in me, but Iâm right back on the edge. Just rub my clit, and Iâll come.â
He moves his hands from her ass to touch her clit.
She shudders, âB, Iâm gonna come!â
âMe too,â he grunts out, âdo you want me to pull out?â
âNo, wanna feel your hot come inside me, even with the condom,â she answers before coming again. Even harder this time as waves of pleasure roll through her entire body.
The rapid contractions around his cock trigger his own orgasm, and his entire head goes blank as he gets lost in the sensation. Sara collapses and situates herself in his arms just as theyâre both starting to come down.
He moves, but she stops him. âHoney, Iâve gotta,â he starts, but she whines and shakes her head, knowing exactly where heâs going, âIâve gotta pull out so we can clean up and eat dinner. Round two after Italian?â
She finally nods but wraps her legs tighter against him anyway, âjust two more minutes. Then we can go be romantic.â
***
âSara, sweetheart, foodâs almost here,â he whispers thirty minutes later. Heâs wearing pajama pants with no shirt, and his torsoâs still wet from the shower he took to rinse off. âDo you wanna go get yourself cleaned up while I set up the coffee table to eat?â He asks.
Sara shakes her head, âI get clingy and needy after sex-â
Brendon cracks a grin because he knows this, of course.
âSo youâre stuck with me for the next couple of hours,â she finishes.
âMm, thatâs fine with me, babe. I just want you to be comfortable,â he responds, kissing her forehead.
She moves up into the kiss and realizes that a shower might be nice after all, âActually, I am a little sticky. Come into the bathroom with me?â
âAnything you want, love,â he says, scooping her up and carrying her to the shower.
He turns the water on for her and then goes to sit on the counter while she rubs off the sweat under the spray. âB?â She calls.
âYeah?â
âI know itâs nothing fancy, but when you rubbed my clit in little circles, I nearly died on the spot. Normally when Iâm alone, I just stroke back and forth, but god, it felt so good to feel something new,â she says. Brendon doesnât respond immediately. âB?â She calls back timidly, shy now. âB?â
Sheâs getting worried that he left without her hearing, so she pulls back the shower curtain and has to choke back a moan. Brendonâs still sitting on the counter, his head tipped back on the mirror, palming over himself through his PJ pants.
âGod, Sara, sorry, I just love hearing how I make you feel, and I couldnât help it,â he tells her.
Sara shuts the water off and walks across the bathroom to Brendon, paying no mind to how sheâs dripping all over the tile. She yanks him up to his feet and drops to her knees on the padded bathmat in front of the sink. She pulls his pants down just enough- no underwear, she observes without surprise- and takes him in her mouth, getting him slick enough that she can stroke him to total hardness with her hand. Once heâs fully hard, she takes him back in her mouth and sucks hard, making his knees tremble. She bobs her head up and down, stroking him with her hand when she doesnât have his whole length in her mouth.
Heâs bracing himself against the counter to stay upright and not buck into her mouth. She moves down to just stimulate the tip while quickly stroking over the rest of him.
âCan you come for me? Food is going to be here any minute,â she says, looking up at him with big eyes.
âYou playing with yourself down there, baby? Getting all wet from sucking me off?â He asks, the dirty talk getting him closer to the edge.
âOh, you know it, gets me so hot, making you feel good. I wish I had one of my new toys, though,â she pouts before licking his dick again.
Brendon gropes behind himself blindly, trying to find⌠well. Itâs not a vibrator, but it does, well, vibrate, he thinks, hitting the button on his electric toothbrush. He hands it to Sara, who puts it between her legs without hesitation, pressing it against her clit.
She goes weak, moaning a buzzy hum over his cock while she sucks. She knows heâs close by the way his balls are drawing into his body, so she goes ahead and lets herself go. Tightening the pressure around his cock.
âShit, babe, Iâm gonna come,â he warns, hips bucking. âCan I come in your mouth orâŚ?â
She holds up a thumbs up, and he comes, most of it staying in her mouth, but some ends up dripping down her chin. She swallows, and Brendon hands her a wad of toilet paper to wipe off the rest with.
He tucks himself back into his pants and then helps her back to her feet.
âCan I have my toothbrush back, love?â He requests softly.
Sara blushes and takes the still-vibrating toothbrush out from between her legs, âSorry, I forgot I still had that.â
âNo worries,â he responds with a soft chuckle, kissing her forehead. He takes the toothbrush and turns it off before rinsing it off under the sink. âGosh, you did a number on this thing. Itâs soaked,â he marvels, âMy perfect messy girl.â
Just then, thereâs a knock at the door. âPerfect timing, must be the food. Iâll deal with that while you get dressed?â He suggests, and she nods, still a little dazed from the orgasm. Well, orgasms, plural.
She goes back to his room, where she stashed her bag and rummages through it for her pink silk slip nightgown. Itâs super simple, just spaghetti straps with a straight-across neckline and then deep pink fabric straight down to just below her ass, but Brendon loves it. She suspects itâs just because she canât move very much without flashing her butt, but he insists that the slip itself is gorgeous.
As sheâs getting dressed, she hears the door open and Brendon apologizing for his relative state of undress, saying he just got out of the shower. Brendonâs naked more often than heâs clothed, so Sara just shrugs it off until she hears a giggle and flirting coming from the delivery girl.
Brendon stammers out that he has a girlfriend, but heâs flattered, but that doesnât seem to be deterring the delivery girl, who makes an extra point to linger her hand on Brendonâs as she hands him the food. Sara strides out of his bedroom, âHey, B, have you seen my panties? I canât find them in your bed or your bathroom or the kitchen or the sofa, so I wonder if I left them in your pocket during our multiple rounds of lovemaking,â She calls before pretending to spot him and the girl for the first time by the door. She scootches in next to him and kisses him on the cheek, plastering a sickly-sweet smile on her face. âMy apologies, didnât know you had a guest,â she lies, shooting death beams at the delivery girl whose hand is on Brendonâs bicep. The girl retracts her hand, and Sara grabs a twenty-dollar bill from her wallet on the doorside table to tip her. Sara knows Brendon wouldâve already tipped her on the website, but this more of a âplease donât touch my boyfriend without his consent tipâ than a âthank you for your work tip.â âHave a nice day, maâam,â Sara tells her, shutting the door.
Brendon smirks, but thereâs a weariness behind it, âWay to save the day, baby. Getting possessive?â
âNo, I love it when others check you out. Just validates how hot I am for you. You just sounded like you do when you get overwhelmed at the grocery store, and I figured you were feeling a little claustrophobic,â she explains.
Brendon nods. âI donât mind a flirt, but she was getting way too handsy. And even then, it wouldnât have been the end of the world; I just felt a little vulnerable being shirtless and all. She probably just wanted a big tip. I bet that works for her a lot. And yâknow, I probably shouldnât have been shirtless at all. If I was in a restaurant, theyâd have every right to kick me out, so really, Iâm lucky she didnât blacklist my address,â he rambles, turning to get plates and silverware from the kitchen.
Sara touches his shoulder and grabs the bags of food from him. âHey, B, you donât need to justify your feelings, okay? I get it; she was in your space. Both your personal space by touching you and your physical area by being near your home. But itâs sweet of you to give her the benefit of the doubt. Youâre probably right, I would guess that works with nine out of ten guys; she was cute. And hey, I gave her a nice tip to get her to go away, so it worked on us too.â
âAnd you got to brag to a stranger about our hot sex life, so it really did all work out in the end,â Brendon half-jokes, and sheâs happy to observe that any panic seems to have left his body.
âMhm, my favorite hobby. Maybe we should order dessert, and I can change into something even more slutty. This shows my ass so nicely, but my chest is totally covered,â she suggests, and he cracks a real smile for her. âSeriously though, youâre totally good?â
âYes, maâam, everythingâs perfect,â he responds, and heâs telling the truth.
âGood, let me set up dinner then. You go relax on the sofa,â she orders.
Brendon goes to sit on the couch, knowing better than to deny a direct request. Sara plates the food and brings it to the now dim living room, where Brendonâs lit three candles in the center of the table.
âAwww, how romantic,â she praises, settling against Brendon with their food.
âI had more romance planned, I promise, I just weighed my options, and I cared more about snuggling with my girl than trying to overdo it on decorating the living room,â Brendon responds. âI do still have wine in the fridge if you want that?â
She twists around to kiss him. âThe romance level is perfect. Consider me totally romanced. I think Iâll wait on the wine until later if thatâs okay? Itâll make me sleepy, and Iâm still interested in a round two,â she says, resting her hand against Brendonâs thigh.
âWhatever you want is fine with me, love,â he says, sighing contentedly.
***
âYouâre falling asleep, babygirl.â
âAm not.â
âYour eyes are closed.â
âYour eyes are closed.â
Brendon smiles, âDo you wanna keep watching the movie, or do you wanna go to bed? If youâre sleepy, thatâs fine, but weâve gotta move to the bedroom then,â he murmurs.
Sara moves off the couch and stretches, turning on the light. âIâm not even tired; I took a nap earlier. Itâs just the dim lighting and carb surplus. Câmon, letâs keep watching, itâs only 10 and weâre not even to the, âpaint me like one of your French girlsâ scene.â
âOkay, if you insist, then weâll soldier on. Iâll get dessert,â he agrees, getting up to head to the kitchen.
âOoo whatâs for dessert?â she asks.
âCannoli and coffee,â he responds.
Sara moans playfully. âGod, Brendon, Iâm so turned on right now.â
Brendon rolls his eyes. âIâll try not to take offense that youâre more attracted to sweets than me.â
Sara wraps her arms around his waist from behind him. âIâd choose you over cannoli any day. Someone could offer me a thousand cannoli and Iâd scoff in their face and then go kiss all over you. I love you, babe. Thank you for a great date night,â she says before spinning him around to kiss him.
âI love you too,â Brendon whispers against her lips. âTonight was wonderful, and I owe it all to you.â
#I spent 3 hours on this#and itâs not even that good#if thereâs any errors blame Google docs#unless theyâre formatting errors then blame tumblr#but donât blame me for any reason#idk what to tag this because I donât want tumblr to suppress it#but I also donât want people to accidentally stumble onto it#but yâknow I still want people to read it#please share this I worked so hard#my own work#Brendon Urie#panic! at the disco#fanfic#fan fiction#spice#fanfiction#Brendon Urie x Sarah Urie#but not really#Brendon Urie x OC#brendon urie fanfiction#brendon urie smut
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I had this pretty spontaneous inspiration for a fluff thing where ev meets the reader in an au where he and heidi move away after the events in the musical
 A/N: hhhh um yea b l e a s e no judgement on this, I started and finished it at 1:30 in the morning
word count: idk but itâs l o o o n g because I CANT SEEM TO WRITE ANYTHING SJORTER THAN 1000 WORDS I (edit: 3315 holy sh) includes: angst, swearing probably, slow burn, Evan is probably really ooc I donât even know pairing: Evan Hansen x reader
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 Moving to a new city was always stressful. Evan knew the feeling well. The lump in your throat as you said goodbye to your home, the clutter and discomfort in the new house, the unfamiliar streets; heâd seen it all before. He and Heidi had had to move several times when her job could not support them.
  Heâd hoped they would be able to stay in one place now, since his mom had a steady job at a doctorâs office. But now they were moving once again, and this time it was his fault. Heâd royally screwed things up with the only friends heâd ever known, and now Heidi thought it was best they both move on. Evan had left on good enough terms with Jared, but he wasnât naive enough to hope to carry on like nothing had ever happened.
 So here he was, in a brand new city, hundreds of miles away from the place heâd come to consider his home. This town was a place full of opportunity. There was a nice community college he was interested in, and heâd find a job soon enough. He knew that here he could make a new start.
 And he was absolutely miserable.
 Evan missed his friends, even though he realized things wouldnât have been the same after the Connor Project.
 He sighed, looking around at his new room. So far it was bare. The walls were a light yellow, which he liked. A little light peaked through the blinds in the fading evening sun. He hefted the box he was holding, set it down in the corner, and went downstairs to get another.
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 You heard the sounds of shuffling boxes outside and ran to your window to see. So the new neighbors were finally moving in. You watched the movers gradually unload the U-Haul truck for awhile, and finally they drove away. A woman in scrubs and a boy about your age were hauling boxes into their new home. You wondered vaguely what the boy was like, and if you would ever be friends.
 Whatever. It didnât matter. People were all the same, anyway. Just as you were turning away from the window, your mother called from downstairs, â[Y/N]?â
 âYes?â you yelled back. âWould you take these cookies next door and see if they need any help?â You rolled your eyes. âWhy donât you do it?â
 âSweetie, Iâm working right nâ oh, would you just come downstairs?â she called again. You sighed and clomped into the living room, where your mother was sitting on the couch, typing on her laptop. She looked over at you. âBabe, like I said, I have to work, or I would definitely go over there myself. But my boss is going to kill me if I miss my deadline again.â Your mom was an online columnist for the local paper.
 âWould it really be so hard?â she asked, trying to hold your gaze. âAll you have to do is bring the cookies over, ring the doorbell, and introduce yourself and offer to help them move in.â You twisted your silver bracelet, a parting gift from your dad. âMom, this might sound surprising to you, but thatâs more than some people can handle.â She leaned over to brush the hair out of your eyes. âSweetie, I know things have been rough lately. And Iâve tried to give you some time to recover. But at some point, youâll have to get back out into the world and try to live again. I know it feels like nothing will ever be the same without Dad. I feel that way, too. But we have to keep trying to live our lives, even when somebody we love leaves us.â
 Your eyes watered, and you quickly turned away to make it stop. You didnât like thinking about Dad. Dad, with his prickly brown beard and his eyes full of laughter. Dad, with his big deep voice and his compassion. Dad, with his strong arms holding you tight. Until he was too weak to lift them, smiling tiredly at you from the hospital bed. And his eyes, once so alive and full of wit, now slowly closing one last timeâŚ
 You scrubbed at your eyes and wiped your nose hurriedly. Mom couldnât see you crying. Sheâd worry even more if she knew how strongly your Dadâs death had affected you. It had been long enough, but it seemed like nothing without him would ever be right. Your world had gone completely dark after losing him, and you couldnât imagine recovering from such a heavy blow.
 You snuffled and turned back around, sure your eyes were red. If she wanted you to socialize, then so be it. âWhere are the cookies?â
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 Evan was setting down a box marked âKitchen suppliesâ when the doorbell rang. He froze. âMom?â he called. âWhat?â came a muffled response from Heidi. He tiptoed into her room, where she was busy sorting clothing into piles. âThereâsâ thereâs someone at the door.â he whispered, feeling petrified. The doorbell rang again. Whoever was there was getting tired of waiting.
 Heidi looked at her son. âSweetie, youâre going to have to step out of your comfort zone a little bit and get to know some people. Meeting your neighbors is always a good start. Now, shoo!â And with that, she gave him a little shove toward the front door.
 Evan stumbled over and opened it. He stopped cold when he saw who was there. A girl, holding a plate of cookies. A very, very pretty girl. He felt his face grow hot as she snapped her gum and half-glared at him. âHi, Iâm Eban. I meap, mean, Evan. Evan.â He mumbled, flustered. Heâd fallen in love once and he knew what it felt like. Now it was happening again.
 She rolled her eyes a little and held out the plate of cookies. âThese are for you and your mom,â she said. âMy mom baked them and made me take them over here. She thinks I need to learn to âsocialize.ââ Evan shifted a little, taking the plate of cookies nervously. Who was this girl?
 âMy mom thinks that about me,â he said. âWhatâs your name?â
 â[Y/N]. [Y/L/N].â
 â[Y/N].â Evan repeated. âNice name.â âThanks, I made it myself,â she replied sarcastically. There was a small pause as he tried to figure out how to respond. âIâll see you around, Evan. Enjoy the cookies.â And with that, his neighbor stalked off across the lawn, narrowly missing Heidiâs unplanted peonies.
 What a character, Evan thought to himself. And he turned and went back inside. In spite of himself, he blushed. She really was pretty, even if she had a terrible attitude.
 The next morning, Saturday, Evan was shaken awake by his mother. He had a job interview, since Heidi needed him to help support the two of them, at least for a little while. âEvan,â Heidi said urgently. âYouâre late for your interview.â
 Evan shot out of bed. âShit, shit, shit,â he whispered, looking for some clean pants. His mother said, âIâll make you some coffee you can grab on your way out. Hurry!â and she rushed downstairs as Evan slipped on some jeans and mismatched socks.
 5 minutes later he was out the door, coffee in hand, hustling toward his car parked on the curb, when he slammed straight into someone. It was you. Youâd been taking out the garbage in your pajama shorts and tank top when Evan, in his hurry to leave, didnât see you and collided with you. â[Y/N],â he gasped. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to bump into you, I just, Iâm late for an interv- interview, and I jââ He stopped. You were already walking away.
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 Why had you walked away from Evan? It had been two days and you still werenât really sure. Maybe it was because you were in your pajamas and looked awful. Maybe it was because you hadnât been expecting to see him. Or maybe it was because you were entirely caught off-guard by his eyes. His enormous eyes⌠they were so blue and innocent. You could fall into those eyes if you didnât watch your step.
 His eyes had flooded into you, making you wonder again what type of person he was, and if he would ever reach out to be friends. You didnât like the intimate level of eye contact, since it made memories resurface. You didnât like to remember. You didnât like to feel. And somehow, in an instant, an accidental collision, heâd made you do just that.
 Somewhere inside you regretted being so rude to Evan, but you had to protect yourself. Any time you let others in or cared about someone, you got hurt. The person youâd loved most in the world was your dad, and look what had happened to him.
 Your dad would have loved Evan. He was extremely perceptive. Heâd probably have your neighbor all figured out by now. You knew Evan was quiet and shy, and your dad had been that way, too. They probably would have had so much to talk about, everything from politics to trees to peanut butter and everything in between.
 You shook yourself. Why are you thinking about Dad? you scolded yourself. It doesnât do you any good. So stop it.
 Evan was a safe subject to think about, more or less. You were curious about his mom and what his house looked like and if he had a cat and suddenly, you were seized with a desire to know everything about him. You couldnât trust him (or anyone), but there was no harm in learning about him. Right?
 You meandered over to your bedroom window. It was Monday morning, two days after the trash incident. How did Evan feel? He probably hated you. Peeking cautiously through your blinds, you saw him. He was watering a few small potted plants on his windowsill, and his mouth was moving. Was he singing? Struck with an overpowering curiosity, you moved to open your window just a crack to listen.
 He was singing. His voice was a little reedy and so soft you could barely hear, but full of sweetness. It was a folk song you vaguely recognized, but you couldnât put your finger on the title.
 âThrough the forest down to your grave, where the birds wait and the tall grasses wave. They do not know you anymoreâŚâ
 Evan paused, looking up, and saw that you had been watching him. âNice voice,â you called. âColor me impressed.â He turned beet-red and wiped his hands hurriedly on his jeans. âThank y- thank you, [Y/N],â he stammered. âHow long were you watching me?â
 âNot long,â you lied. There was an awkward pause as Evan shifted and set down his watering can. âSoâŚâ
 âSoâŚâ You swung your legs out and sat on the windowsill. âWhat song were you singing? It sounded really familiar.â Still flushed, Evan kneeled in front of his window to talk. âTiger Mountain Peasant Song.â
 Now you remembered. âOh, thatâs Fleet Foxes, right?â He nodded and bit his lip. âDo you like their music?â You admitted not listening to them in a few years. Evan looked up and smiled shyly. âYou should definitely try it out again. Their first album is their best one.â
 âAlright, I will,â you promised. âItâll change your life.â âOh, yeah?â âYeah.â
 Another pause.
 A bird chattered from a tree nearby.
 âAt least, I think so. I mean, um, I mean, if you donât like thââ âDo you want to just come over?â you interrupted. âTalking like this is weird.â
 Evan looked surprised but tried to cover it up. âUh, yeah, o-okay, sure, that sounds good. Totally.â âOkay.â You stood up. âCome over in five minutes.â And you shut your window.
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 Was this real? Was Evan really about to visit [Y/N] and⌠hang out? He really couldnât believe his luck. Already his hands were sweating like fuck, and he hadnât even left the house. He pawed through a box of his CDs, looking for âFleet Foxes.â There it was, among some Broadway soundtracks (âLegally Blondeâ and âLes MisĂŠrables,â to name a few) and a John Mayer album. He really needed to unpack soon.
 Evan headed downstairs, CD in hand, wondering if he should bring something over. Coffee? Everyone liked coffee. Right? âMom?â he called out.
 No answer. Of course. She was at work. It would be dumb to bother her with that kind of question, anyway. So he quickly fixed up two thermoses of hot English Breakfast coffee and headed out, locking the door behind him.
 Shaking, Evan shuffled up the sidewalk to [Y/N]âs house and rang the doorbell. After about a minute, she opened the door. Goodness, she was beautiful. âHi,â he said timidly. âHi.â
 She left the door open and turned back into her house and went to the kitchen. Evan followed. She was busy rummaging through the pantry for something, seemingly ignoring him. âI brought some coffee,â he offered. When this merited no response, he added, âEnglish BreakfastâŚâ
 âHow did you know?â she demanded. âKnow wh -at?â
 She softened a little at how scared he looked. âThatâs my favorite kind of coffee.â (Oh worm?)
 Evan glanced shyly at her. âLucky guess. Itâs my favorite, too, so I just thoughtâŚâ
 She nodded. âItâs the best, definitely. So do you want a donut?â she asked, pulling a bag out of the pantry. He blurted, âWhat kind?â âWhat?â âI just wanna see something. Wha- what kind of donuts do you have?â
 She smirked. âOnly the best.â At the same time they said, âCherry iced.â
 Evanâs mouth fell open. âNo way.â Raising an eyebrow, she deadpanned, âThe plot thickens.â He laughed at that.
 [Y/N] set the donuts on a plate and sat down at the kitchen table across from Evan. He handed her a thermos and they each silently took a donut and ate. Evan was nervous, but somehow the quiet with her wasnât as bad as it was with others. He got the impression that she was thinking. Her eyes were far away, her chin rested absently in the cup of her hand.
 Evan cautiously reached out and tapped her other hand. âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked. She looked up and her eyes focused again. âNothing.â
 Silence.
 She looked over at Evan. âSorry for what happened the other day. That was shitty.â He smiled feebly. âYeah. Thank you, though.â She spotted the Fleet Foxes CD. âShall we give it a listen?â
 Evan was really starting to like this girl.
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 You popped the CD out of its case and inserted it into the stereo in your living room. Soft, haunting strains of folk music floated from the speakers. You turned to Evan, whose eyes were sparkling. He really did love this album, and you could see why.
 As a song called âBlue Ridge Mountainsâ began to play, you sat with Evan on the couch. âSo.â you said to him. âMr. Just-Moved-In. Where do you come from?â
 He began to tell you about his hometown and Zoe and Jared and Alana and the Connor Project and everything else, until his breathing was labored and you could see tears welling up in his eyes. He was clearly still broken up about everything heâd done, and a part of him always would be.
 He sniffed hard and wiped his eyes on his sleeve, saying with a watery grin, âI didnât expect for all of that to come out. Iâm sorry, thatâs a big burden to unload on you after we just metâŚâ
 You shook your head. âNo, itâs okay. I have a lot of baggage, too. Weâll just be emotionally fucked-up together.â He laughed, loud this time. It made you feel so good to make him smile, and you felt yourself laughing a little too. You chuckled again, and again, until you were both hysterically laughing at yourselves.
 Wiping a stray ironic tear from your eyes, you gushed, âOh, weâre fucked up. Weâre soooo fucked up, Evan.â He was still laughing a little. âYeah. Yeah, we are.
 âHey, what about you?â he asked. âWhatâs your damage?â You stopped laughing. âOh, man, I donât think so, bud. Not yet.â His smile faded. âWhy not?â His eyes were fragile.
 You shook your head and ran a hand through your hair. âItâs too much to talk about right now. It didnât happen very long ago.â He pressed a hand on yours gently, cautiously. âNeither did mine, [Y/N]. Youâll have to talk about it sometime. And Iâm guessing your parents arenât in the know about this, right?â
 You winced. Here we go. He pulled his hand back abruptly. âWhat is it?â he said, worried. âDid I say something wrong? Is this about your parents?â You nodded wordlessly, too distressed to speak. If you opened your mouth, it would all come tumbling out, and you couldnât let that happen.
 Evan looked at you with concern. â[Y/N], you can tell me. It⌠itâs okay. I know we just met and everything but Iâm - Iâm your friend. I want to help.â You met his eyes, his huge, sincere, beautiful blue eyes, and in that moment you knew you had found someone you could finally trust.
 And so everything came pouring out of you, about your family and your dad, your best friend, and how his eyes were always laughing, and how they stayed that way even through the chemo, even through all the treatments and surgeries and pain; you told him about how your dad would wrap you up in his big arms and tickle your face with his scratchy beard and tell you everything would be just fine. And you remembered, breathlessly, the day the laughter left his eyes for good and his body relaxed and his monitors flatlined andâŚ
 âŚand you found yourself sobbing onto Evanâs shoulder; Evan, whom you barely knew; Evan, who had betrayed everyone he loved, but who you still knew beyond a doubt that you could trust. He was stroking your hair as sobs wracked your body. You clung to his sweater and cried until you could cry no more, and then you snuffled and looked up at him.
 He smiled down at you and softly sang along as Fleet Foxes crooned in the background: "Your protector's coming home."
 âMy mom has no idea how I feel,â you said. âI never tell her anything because all I get is a lecture.â He looked concerned. â[Y/N], you need to talk to your mom about this. Thereâs no way youâre gonna feel better until you get this figured out."
 "I mean, I guess."
 A pause.
 "[Y/N]?" "Yeah?" "Can I... hold your hand?" "Uhhh... okay." "Are you sure? Because I don't have to if you don't want to or if that would make you or uncomfortable or anything, I would totally get it if y--"
 You broke him off by reaching up and kissing him suddenly and quickly. You were surprised at yourself; you'd never done anything like that before. He made a surprised little "mmf!" but didn't pull away.
 When the kiss ended, his eyes were still closed and his eyebrows raised as if he were in shock. "[Y/N]," he breathed, his eyes fluttering open, "that was, uh..."
 "...nice," you finished for him. His cheeks were colored. "Yeah." He pulled you in for another kiss, deeper this time, but sweeter, too. Evan was better than anything you'd ever known.
 Could it be that he was sincere and could be there for you? It seemed the universe had given you a bit of luck at last. Evan could take care of you and help you through your heartbreak. You were ready to heal.
 Your protector's coming home.
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