#p!atd x reader fanfic

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

Toon!Juice x Reader

Guys I did it! I wrote a thing. Part 1/3 of the series with all three beej's)

Toon!Juice x reader - how you two got the ball rolling

Honestly, he doesn't realize the feelings he has for you are anything but platonic for a longgggg time

He just thinks of an extra special friend. You’re really important to him, THAT'S why his cheeks turn faint purple when you compliment him, why he feels compelled to wrap his arm around you when you sit down, why when you hug him he has to shift his hips backwards to keep a certain part of him from poking you (ect)

Okay, he admits the last one is a little hard to explain

But the ghost was never taught about the ‘Birds and the Beetles’ by anyone but the internet and his own brain filling in the gaps, so there's many things he doesn't know in this area of his afterlife

But the thing that tips him off is that when he sees you his long-dead heart starts thumping in his chest very visibly (the way cartoon characters do when they first see the love interest)

After that revelation of his, he becomes a relentless flirt

Things like leaving dead flowers on your dresser

A lot of ‘AWOOGA’ noises with the eyes popping out and his tongue rolling out of his mouth, the whole shebang

Trying to impress you while off on an adventure (usually ending badly one way or another)

Please be patient with him

He's a bit of a scaredy cat, so he never comes out and says it himself

A lot of that has to do with the fact he isn't a well liked ghoul, sure you were sticking around now but if he tried anything… would he be left without ANYONE?

Luckily, his eyes do the talking for him If you reciprocate his affections in any way shape or form, his pupils morph into hearts

It’s adorable

One day he asks you if you’d come to the Neitherworld with him to see the Fireworks for Halloween (it's the Neitherworld, of course they make it a huge deal)

He shows up in your mirror 15 minutes late as usual, with a dead rose in hand; it looks like he actually combed his hair? No way.

All sorts of colors burst in the sky and somehow, without thinking his hand finds yours. It's cold and clammy, nails sharp and unkempt. It's wonderful.

“Is this a date, BJ?” You ask

His brain does the loading screen thing and he stutters “well-I-only if-do you-”

He’s cut off by you pulling him down into a kiss

A little love-drunk, he whispers in your ear ‘I LOVE you, Babes"

“I love you too, Beetlejuice.”

[camjsad0]

Birthday wish ‧₊˚✩彡

- Ryan ross x reader oneshot !! got bored and js wrote this lol. this is my first oneshot so expect to see a few mistakes sorry😞💪💔

- Fluff <3

- WC: 741

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It was 6:30pm on a tuesday, just a few days after ryan’s birthday. I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about random stuff while listening to my favorite band. This was usually what i did everyday.

My thoughts were quickly cut off when i felt my phone vibrate.

I lazily grabbed my phone and saw that ryan had sent me a text. I instantly checked what the message said.

“Hey, can i come over??”

I nervously typed on my phone and sent him back a text,

“yeah sure, what time r u coming over?”

“ill be there in 10 mins :)” he replied.

I sent him a like and got off my bed, making my way to the vanity.

I didn’t know why i was so nervous, it was normal for ryan to come over. However, i never really cared about what i looked like. But for some reason i’ve been developing feelings for ryan—— although i keep trying to be indenial about it because i knew that telling him how i felt can result into having my long-time friendship with ryan ruined. I knew for a fact that ryan viewed me only as his friend, nothing else.

I pushed away my thoughts and quickly started to brush my hair, put a decent amount of lipstick; just making myself look like i totally haven’t been rotting in my bed for days.

A few minutes have passed, and i heard a knock at my door. My mom probably had already let him in, I opened the door to see ryan’s surprised look on his face. “What got you all dressed up?” in a teasing manner. “I went out earlier.” clearly i was lying, unfortunately ryan picked up from my weird tone and replied “You’re totally dressing up for me, aren’t you?” smirking as the words flew off his mouth. “Oh shut up” trying to hide my flushed face, quickly turning around and making my way to my bed as i sat down on it.

“Wanna watch a movie?” looking up at him as i asked. “Yeah sure, how about this one?” he said as he picked up a CD from the small shelf. He comfortably sat down on my bed as i set it up and hurriedly sat down beside him.

30 minutes in, and i sensed that ryan was getting bored of the movie, and honestly so did i, it was just your typical horror movie. He yawned and placed his head on your shoulder. You awkwardly sat there until you finally felt comfortable enough to lean your head on top of his.

“You’ve been acting weird lately, what’s wrong?” he randomly blurted out. I didn’t know how to reply and froze for a few minutes before i finally replied, “It’s nothing.” I stuttered out before getting up and rushing to my bathroom. My heart beating fast, as if it was about to fly out of my chest.

Why were you feeling this way towards ryan? Your bestfriend for years?

You stood there for a few minutes and realized that you had probably left ryan startled. You hesitantly pushed the door knob open.

Ryan was holding your journal in his hands, casually flipping through the pages. Reading it with a smile on his face, I don’t even think he noticed you.

You almost fled there to snatch your journal back, although you knew that ryan had probably already read enough to know how you felt towards him.

“Why did you never tell me how you felt?”

“I’m sorry, but i knew that you only viewed me as your friend-“ you were cut off. “Why would you assume that? What if i liked you too?” He admitted. I couldn’t believe what i just heard. I never even noticed that he had feelings for me too. “What do you mean?”

“God, you’re so oblivious (y/n). I’ve liked you for years. But you were always busy being with some guy that didn’t even treat you right. It crushed me to see you being treated that way. I never had the chance to tell you how i felt-“ you immediately cut him off by placing a soft kiss on his lips. Leaving a faint pink kiss mark on his lips, making you giggle. He leaned forward to kiss you again, this time being more passionate. He pulled off and reached a hand to your cheek.

“I guess my birthday wish came true.”

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[mellow-killjoy]

Behind The (Sea) Scenes

Reader is part of Panic! - snippets of a tour (written as parts of a behind the scenes tour video - if that makes any sense) this is purely self indulgent so i don't even care that it's bad

Ryan ross x reader - word count: 985

I smile as the video camera light blinks on. I stare at the lens for a moment before spinning it around pointing it at Ryan, who was sitting next to me in the van. It takes him a second before he notices, looking at me through the corner of his eye “are you about to black mail me or something?” He teasingly asks as he stares at the outdated camcorder in my hand. I can't help but snicker at his words “no, not yet… I'm just filming while we're on tour. Like one of those home videos that people show their kids like… 20 years later.” the camera shakes slightly as I move around in my seat “we can show our kids in the future! well… if any of you losers ever actually have kids”. A chorus of offended noises from the guys fill the van.

My laughter is cut off when my camcorder is pulled away from my hands, I turn to look over at Spencer who was now pointing the camera at me. He pulls back the moment I try to snatch it back “be careful with that, it's delicate” Ryan leans over my shoulder to look at the camera “Delicate? You mean falling apart. I mean seriously, you've had that since highschool. Why don't you get a new one?” A slight blush forms on my cheek as my hands cover the camera, slightly muffling the mic hole “well I can't just get a new one, it's the one you got me for my 17th birthday”. Ryan just smiles and shakes his head, turning to look out the window “aww aren't you two adorable” Spencer mocks us as he pulls the camera away from my hands, before shoving it into my face. “shut up Spencer” I let out an irritated groan as I finally got the camera back, stopping the recording.

I walked across the stage as the guys set up for sound check, moving towards Ryan, who smiled at me, eyes darting between me and the camcorder “you wanna hear the weird dream i had last night?” I perk up a bit “can i record it?” He gives me a sly smile as he shook his head at me, causing a pout to form on my face as i turn the camera off

Brendon had somehow gotten his hands on my video camera, zooming in on me from a distance as I stood behind the set up of piano and keyboards. He takes a few steps towards me, the camera shaking in his unsteady hands. I glance up at him, a dumb grin on his face as he continues walking closer. I bite my lip to hide my own smile as I try to ignore him, turning my attention back to the keyboard in front of me. I stifle a laugh as the camera is only a few inches away from my face “do you need something Bren?” I look up at him finally, the face splitting grin on his face causing me to smile back at him “why would you think that?” I raise my eyebrow at him “oh you know… intuition”

It was late at night when we were sitting on the beach, the sun only just starting to set. It was relatively empty, given how cold it was. I was walking next to Ryan, unaware of the video camera pointed directly at us. Picking up the voices of Jon, Spencer and Brendon who had, of course, thought it'd be hilarious to film us. “aren't they just the cutest?” Brendon’s voice picks up from behind the camcorder “no, I'm sick of them. They're so oblivious it's almost sad” Jon's dry humored voice cuts in. “You'll get used to it eventually, they've been like this since they started high school” Spencer can't help but have his own dig at us, having known us since we were kids.

The camera zooms in on us as we stand near the shore line, talking with each other about something the camera can't pick up. Jon lets out a groan “if they don't kiss soon, it's gonna drive me insane” Brendon laughs as the two start joking with each other. Spencer however was still paying attention to the camera in his hands, letting out an over exaggerated gasp as he watched Ryan tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The camera zooms in even closer, now only capturing from our torsos up as Ryan leans in closer to me.

“Guys! Holy shit guys check this out” Spencer hurriedly tried to regain their attention “oh my god, are they actually about to” Brendon whispers out excitedly. The next few moments are silent as they watch with bated breath. The camera captures the moment Ryan leans in, pressing his lips against mine. The obnoxious cheering has us pulling away, both turning bright red. Turning to face them, I barely notice the camcorder in Spencer's hand, pointing it out to Ryan as soon as I do. His laughter only just picking up on the video.

I held the camera up, pointing towards the road as we all walked down the street. My free hand, holding Ryan's. “I should probably get you a new camera” he mutters as he takes in its shabby appearance. The camcorder had been thoroughly used while we were on tour, practically never leaving my side, unless one of the other guys got their grubby hands on it. And because of that it had gained quite a few new scratches, its body sloppily littered in random stickers that the guys had stuck on it, barely avoiding the various buttons. I turn to him, the camera turning with me to capture his face “hmm, only if you get it for my birthday again” he lets out a soft laugh “yeah? i think i can do that for you”

[arminsumi]

h-he... h-h-him... HIM!! 💗😵‍💫 yes, reader thank u pls steer this cupcake away from shibuya! 🥹🙏 aaaughhhh he scribbles our initials like a lovesick teenager... i wanna squeeze him in my arms.

husband nanami! who cuts your steak for you on dates because he knows you have a hard time doing it.

husband nanami! who lives and breathes you. he wakes up for work already missing you, lying in bed and watching you sleep as he gently plays with your hair.

husband nanami! who finds himself staring at photos of you randomly throughout the day when he’s not with you, not even realizing he has the biggest smile plastered on his face until someone (gojo) points it out. he gets so flustered, quickly shutting off his phone to keep them from seeing your photos—because they’re his and his only.

husband nanami! who holds your purse, your drink, your jacket, even your earrings—anything and everything—while you’re out, because he adores being part of anything that has to do with you.

husband nanami! who never raises his voice at you (bare minimum, of course) but will scream lyrics with you at the top of his lungs, even if it’s completely out of his comfort zone, just to see you smile.

husband nanami! who plans on renewing your vows “just because,” when in reality, he simply can’t get enough of how breathtaking you look in white.

husband nanami! who has your contact saved as “mrs. nanami” with the silliest photo of you—one he knows will definitely get him in trouble if you ever see it, but he keeps it because it makes him smile every time.

husband nanami! who somehow brings you into every conversation, no matter how random. his coworkers could be discussing the weather, and he’ll find a way to connect it to you, much to their annoyance, because it seems like your name is the only word in his vocabulary.

husband nanami! who sometimes writes your initials next to his on his work files while daydreaming about you, like a love-struck teenager doodling on their homework. sometimes, he forgets to erase them, leaving the pages covered in your initials, much to the confusion of his coworkers reviewing the files.

husband nanami! who takes your opinions on his work seriously, so when you tell him not to go to shibuya because you have a gut feeling, he listens and is forever grateful he did. because we all know why. (😔)

husband nanami! who quits being a sorcerer and a businessman just to enjoy his life with you, with no other responsibilities but you, you, you, you, and only you.

husband nanami! who always tells you to bring your jacket whenever you two go out, but secretly hopes you forget, because he loves when you get cold and he gets to give you his. he knows it’s wrong to make you feel cold on purpose, but he can’t help how adorable you look all warm and snug in his jacket, while he shivers with a proud smile, his arm around your waist.

husband nanami! who purposely leans his head back while kissing so you have to pull him by his tie to bring him back down to your level, just because he loves how it feels when you take charge.

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Introduction!! 💜🌙

(Because I keep forgetting to post it lol)

First and foremost, the owner of this blog stands with PALESTINE. #FREEPALESTINE🇵🇸

Hi! I’m Fable, but you can call me fae if we’re close :] I’m sixteen and I’ve been a fander since 2017-2018, so about…6-7 years? I’m glad to be here :))

Artists I love:

-Lana Del Rey

-Ethel Cain

-Taylor Swift

-The Weeknd

-NF

-MCR (My Chemical Romance)

-I Prevail

-Fall Out Boy

-P!ATD (Panic! At The Disco) (read: I do not support Brendon Urie)

-Paramore

{You’ll probably see me reblogging Taylor and Ethel Cain related posts most often :D}

Fandoms/Fanbases I am in:

-Sanders Sides

-Swifties

-Daughters Of Cain

-MRIH (My Roommate Is Hades)

Things I’m fine with being tagged in:

-Sanders sides x Reader (angst or fluff either is fine :D)

-Prinxiety/Analogical fanfic and/or one shots, etc.

-art

-Remy and/or Emile fanfic/art/oneshots/etc.!! I love finding these kinds of posts considering they aren’t core sides

-basically anything sanders sides related EXCEPT for ANYTHING NSFW and/or RemRom

DNI

-Transphobes

-homophobes

-TERFs

-people that ship/interact with RemRom content (ew)

-misogynists

-basically if you’re just a bad person who supports horrible things/causes, DNI.

Please interact list:

-Fanders

-Inclusionary Feminists

-people who love music

-VIRGIL KINNIES JDKDOXOWOFJWOJFKS

-orange side theorists!!

I’ll usually post/reblog:

-sanders sides theories/opinions

-funny incorrect quotes

-art (sometimes sanders sides related sometimes not)

-fanfic

-quotes (again, sometimes sanders sides related, sometimes not.)

Boundaries:

-totally fine with DMs as long as you’re fine with my response being few and far between, I’m not good with small talk or starting conversations and I need tone tags sooo

-totally fine with spam liking/reblogging! I love seeing that people like what I post :DD

-please please do not criticize my writing! I haven’t written in a very long time and I’m just now starting back up again, please bare with me!

Writing masterlist<3

[sleepyhead611-archive]

MY OWN MASTERLIST

Here

save for later

masterlist

fic rec

recs

bands

music

dc

marvel

pjo

My main account

Stuff

sleepy talk

hi void

my polls

fav posts

useful

important

save

save for later

relatable

fanfic

ao3

analysis

Bands

bands

mcr (My Chemical Romance)

killjoys

fob (Fall Out Boy)

green day

p!atd

paramore

ls dunes

gerard way

ryan ross

Shows/Movies

spn (Supernatural)

stranger things

tua (The Umbrella Academy)

tsn (The Social Network)

barbie

the office

fantastic beast [and where to find them]

nysm (Now You See Me)

DC/Marvel

loki

gotg (Guardian of the Galaxy)

mcu salt

x men

gambit

rouge

rouge x gambit

x men 97

dc

jason todd

batfam

Webnovel/Manhwa

tcf (Trash of the Count's Family)

orv (Omniscient Reader Viewpoint)

Other Fandom

smosh

pjo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

pjo tv show

percy jackson and the olympians (books)

greek myth

fight club

lsoh (Little Shop Of Horrors)

goncharov

tumblr

not done

I'mma continue later on my laptop

[lovelylusts]

Sex || Brendon Urie

Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader, mentions of Ryan Ross x Reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: cheating, car sex, fingering (f receiving), daddy kink, blowjob, handjob, spanking, protected vaginal sex, based off of “Sex” by The 1975, I wrote this YEARS ago ok bear with me

Word count: 2.7k

The real reason Ryan left Panic! At the Disco.

She began undoing the laces of her old vans, letting her dexterous fingers play with them. She always wore those vans. Every time I saw her wearing them, I would think back to the first time we fucked.

I would remember the morning after, when she walked out of my bedroom only wearing some underwear and one of my t-shirts. The shirt was so big, one of the sleeves slid down her right shoulder to reveal her collarbone and tempting skin -- exposed skin that made me want to undress her all over again. I would remember when I told her to keep the shirt since it looked so good on her and it would give her a reminder of chaste kisses inclined to senseless fucking. She left that day wearing my shirt, some skinny jeans, and those vans. But that was when we were friends with benefits -- before she got a boyfriend. She was dating none other than my best friend and bandmate: Ryan Ross.

As she took her tank top off with a modest sway of her hips, she teased, “C’mon, Bren. I don’t have all day!” I began undressing as well. She only had panties on, while I was only in my boxers, as we made out in the backseat of my car.

“Tell me, what do you wanna me to do to you?” I asked with a devilish grin, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at her.

“I-I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Please,” she begged. She basically slathered the words with a wanting lust. Without saying a word, I pulled her underwear down; she whimpered. I ran my fingers through her wetness and smirked.

“Damn babygirl, you’re so fucking wet,” I said with a cocky tone. She wasn’t able to say anything; all she did was let a high-pitched, practically pornographic, moan.

I started by slowly rubbing circles on her clit; her soft hands latched onto my bicep and she let out a shaky moan. My fingers started moving a bit faster and she sharply sucked in a breath. I soon pushed my middle finger and ring finger into her pussy and Y/N practically screamed when I did so. I began to slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her. She breathed heavily, trying not to moan, but she couldn’t help but scream out my name when I pushed a third finger into her.

“B-Brendon, please! I’m close!” she cried out. I kept moving my fingers and after only a few more thrusts, I felt her clench around me. “Brendon!” She came around my fingers. I let her body rest for a few seconds and she took a few deep breaths before sitting up.

“Sit back, it’s your turn” she commanded. We switched places to where I was sitting on one of the seats in the back and she was on her knees in front of me. I lifted my hips so she could pull my boxers down. She took my cock in her hand and kissed the tip.

“Damn, Brendon. Sometimes I forget you’re so big,” she teased.

She slowly ran her hand up and down my hard-on while looking into my eyes. She licked the tip a few times before taking only the head in her mouth and sucking on it. I let out a soft moan and reflexively reached out to grab at the top of her head and lace my fingers through her hair. She began to bob her head up and down, taking in as much of me as she could - which was almost all of me, due to the fact she had almost no gag reflex.

“Shit, Y/N, you better stop before I come,” I said.

She slowly pulled off of me with a ‘pop’ and opened the console compartment in the front seat. She reached in and grabbed a foil packet, then tore it open, pulled the condom out, and rolled it down my cock. She placed herself above it and slowly lowered herself onto it. We both let out small moans when she did so. Y/N lifted herself up and then slammed herself back down onto me. She continued this pattern, increasing her speed every-so-often.

I grabbed onto her ass and gave it a rough squeeze, then gave her ass an experimental slap to see how she would react. She moaned and brought her chest closer to mine and engulfed me into a kiss.

“Do it again,” she begged against my lips. Without hesitation, I brought my hand back down onto her ass. She let out a cry of pleasure. “Oh, god! Brendon, I’m gonna come again!” After riding me for a few more minutes, she began moaning uncontrollably. With one last moan, she came around me. I thrusted up into her a few more times before coming into the condom. We sat there wrapped up in each other for a few seconds before she got off of me. We began to clean up after ourselves.

“God, I missed that,” She gave a shuddery sigh, and stretched. She grabbed the tank top that she had discarded earlier and slipped it.

Then why don’t you break up with Ryan and date me? I thought to myself.

“Yeah, me too,” I mumbled.

She reached over to her purse and pulled out her phone to check the time. “Oh, shit! Dude, we gotta hurry. I promised Ryan I’d be at his place by the evening!” She threw her phone in her purse and started collecting the articles of clothing that had been thrown around the backseat.

As I put my clothes back on, I thought about her relationship with Ryan. They met through me. The two of us had just finished “working” on “stuff” when Ryan came over to show me something he had been working on. She was still at my place when he got there, and they instantly clicked. Ryan ended up asking her for her number right before she left. I regretted not asking her out before he did. Because now all we had was meaningless quickies in my backseat.

We both clambered to the front seat of my car and began our drive to Ryan’s apartment.

“So…” I trailed off, trying to find a conversation topic. “How are things with Ryan?”

“Pretty good,” she says. “Considering the fact I just fucked his best friend and bandmate.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make me sound like a total jackass. I just stayed quiet and kept my eyes on the road. She took note of this and tried to carry on the conversation herself.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re great. I’ve never had someone quite like you. But… I don’t know. I know how wrong this is to be doing, but Ryan isn’t ready for that step yet,” she continued.

“I understand. So you wanna keep doing this until Ryan’s ready?” I asked. I hoped she would’ve said she wanted to do it even after that, but I already knew the answer. She loved Ryan a lot and I knew she didn’t like hurting him like this, but you can’t blame someone for hoping.

“Yeah. I don’t think I could go that long without sex. Besides, I can’t give you up just yet,” she said. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see a devilish smirk displayed on her angelic face.

We let the awkward silence take over and I drove for a few minutes more before arriving at Ryan’s house. Just as we got there, Ryan walked out of his front door. He rushed down the cobblestone walkway to greet us.

“Hey, babe,” he said to his girlfriend. He gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Oh, hey, Brendon!” Even though he greeted me with a kind tone, he still looked between the two of us suspiciously.

Y/N caught on to the look he was giving us and came up with an excuse. “My roommate’s car is in the shop and she asked to borrow mine today. I asked Brendon to drive me over since we live near each other,” she lied.

Ryan’s face softened a bit and he nodded. Even if the rest of his face looked calm, I could still see it in his eyes that he didn’t like the sight of us together. But I guess since he trusted me (for some fucking reason) he believed her and didn’t question me.

“Well, I gotta get going. But I’ll see you guys later,” I excused myself before more lies had to be told.

“Yeah. Next time you come over, I gotta show you this song I’ve been working on,” Ryan gleamed with excitement. “Later, man,” he said.

“Bye, Brendon. Thanks for the lift,” Y/N said. Her and Ryan turned to go back into his house. Y/N walked and, when Ryan wasn’t looking, she turned back to wink at me.

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Y/N: Can I go over? I wanna talk to you about something

Sure. When?

Y/N: Is now ok?

Yeah, totally. See you in a bit!

I started getting anxious. What did she wanna come over to tell me? Did she decide I was boyfriend material and break up with Ryan to start seeing me? Or did she decide to end things with me?

After a few minutes of anxious waiting, Y/N knocked on the front door of my small apartment. I got up from my spot on the couch and went over to open the door for her. She was standing there with a small smile. In her hands was the t-shirt I gave her once-upon-a-time.

“Hey,” she greeted.

“Hey. Come on in,” I welcomed her in and she followed me inside. Both of us sat down on my small, old, brown leather couch. I fumbled with the tear in my jeans, waiting for her to finally speak.

“So, uh, Ryan and I had sex last night… And we said we’d stop once we did that, so, uh, I came over to give you the shirt back. Since it reminds me too much of you,” she told me, handing me the shirt. The shirt was now a very faded red, compared to the vibrant crayon red it was when I still owned it. I could tell she wore it quite often. It even smelled like the laundry detergent she used.

I stared up at her in awe. I didn’t actually think we’d stop. It took me quite a bit to think of what to say. “Can we still be friends?” I choked out.

“Of course we can,” she said with a bittersweet tone. “No matter what, we’ll always been friends. We were friends before we started fucking, and we’ll be friends after we stop.” She gave a slightly awkward side hug and rested her head on my shoulder

We sat in silence for a few moments. We then both turned to look at each other. As I looked into her eyes I realized just how weak I was for this woman. Y/N cupped my face in her hand and gave me a small kiss. The kiss soon turned into the more. I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom, then gently laid her down on my bed. I was about to pull her shirt off before she put her hand on my chest, letting me know she wanted to stop.

“Bren, wait,” she said, pushing me off of her. “We really shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry. I can’t do this to Ryan. You care about him too, right?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I do.” I frowned. I did care about Ryan, but I also couldn’t keep myself away from her. No matter what direction my relationship with her would go, at least one of the three of us would end up hurt.

“Then we shouldn’t do this.”

“You’re right.”

But to be honest, shortly after that conversation and just laying next to each other in tranquility, we threw that conversation out the window for one last night of intensity and lust. And after we finished, I could instantly tell both of us regretted it more than any other time we had sex throughout the duration of her and Ryan’s relationship.

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“Hey, how are things back home?” I questioned Y/N over the phone. We were in Africa for a festival, and we hadn’t had a formal conversation in a few days. It had been two or three months since the last time she was in my bedroom for something more than a friendly hang out, and we were still pretty good friends.

“Pretty good. How are things over there?” she asked in return. “I heard that there was a huge turnout last night.”

“Good, good. Yeah, there were lots of people last night. We’re gonna be going back home in a few days, then take a little break to record some stuff before going back on tour,” I explained. I leaned back on the couch in the empty dressing room while we spoke. “Have you talked to Ryan?”

“Yeah. We’ve talked every night. I don’t think he knows about anything, so that’s good, I guess,” she said. “I think we’re in the clear. I can’t even imagine what would happen if he ever did.”

“Yeah. I don’t think he’ll ever find out about it. I mean, we haven’t fucked in months. I think we’ve pretty much put all of this behind us,” I said.

“Yeah. I’m glad we stopped. I feel a lot less guilty than I did a while ago. Still guilty, but not as much. But anyway, I gotta go. Have fun with the show and I’ll see you guys in a few days! Bye, Bren.”

“Later, Y/N.”

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“You were fucking my girlfriend?!” Ryan yelled at me. We had just gotten off stage and were getting ready to fly back home the next day. But as soon as we got back to the dressing room, Ryan lashed out at me.

“Dude, calm down,” I insisted, unsuccessfully. I knew it wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot. There was no way I would ever get Ryan to calm down over something like this. Especially since I know he’s been cheated on before and was so salty about it, he wrote one of our first hit singles about it.

“How the fuck do you expect me to calm down about this?!” he raged. “I heard you talking to her earlier, you piece of shit!”

“I-” I tried to come up with something -- anything -- to calm him down. But I already knew he wouldn’t be having any of it.

“Don’t even start! I don’t wanna hear your excuses. How long has this been going on?” He glared at me with his fury-filled eyes, waiting for an answer.

I gulped before answering. “We were friends with benefits before you guys met. We waited until you were ready to have sex before we stopped doing it. We only did it once after that.”

“You mean you guys fucked for months?! What the hell, man? Did you really think I’d never find out about this?” His hands had now formed fists, and I could tell he was prepared to swing at me at any second.

I had never seen Ryan this angry in the years I’d known him. By now, Jon and Spencer were in the room with us and were watching us, speechless.

“Fuck you, Brendon. Keep the band, I don’t care what you guys do. I’m out,” he sighed and started to walk to where his belongings were on the other side of the dressing room and threw it all together as fast as he could. His rage was very evident in the way he through his stuff in his bag.

“You’re quitting over something as stupid as this?!” I inquired. “You’re joking, right?” Truth be told, it wasn’t all that stupid. I just couldn’t imagine the band without him. He wrote amazing music and he was one of my best friends, after all.

“Hell no! After this, I can’t trust you. You didn’t tell me what was going on before I asked her out, and now you can’t keep your hands off her! Well, you can have her and the band now. Just like you always wanted.”

Ryan walked out of the dressing room, leaving Jon, Spencer, and I in a still silence.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Jon asked me, bitterness in his voice.

“I wasn’t.”

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A Very Bodyguard Christmas. (ymbnmo!B. Urie x Reader)

note: so i wrote this back in 2018, and posted it over on Wattpad, but i figured i needed to make its home here too. :) so enjoy, if you haven't read it already and if you have - have fun rereading. x

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

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Brendon grimaced as you tapped the screen of your phone and selected your holiday playlist, smiling contently as you set the device down and allowed the music to fill the air.

A generic Christmas tune was blasting through the speakers, and his annoyance grew when you started to sing along. Not at all pleased with the current going-ons, he hurriedly reached for your phone and shut it off.

The tiniest breath of relief slipped past his lips, and he shut his eyes blissfully.

"Hey," you protested, stopping your work of searching through the rows of storage boxes and turning to glare at him, "I was listening to that."

"Yeah, I know," he scoffed, arching his brows and pocketing your phone, "That was the problem."

With an eye-roll, you folded your arms and shook your head in disbelief. "Come on. You can't seriously tell me that you hate Christmas, too."

"It's all commercialism," he countered with a bored expression, "And I don't see the point of buying into it."

With a slight wheeze, you shook your head again before returning to your search.

"Why am I not surprised?" you murmured, reaching for one particular shelf.

Brendon looked on in disgust as you heaved a nearly overflowing box of Christmas decorations onto the ground next to your feet.

"I honestly can't believe that Fury is letting you do this," he said with a sour face, watching you struggle to move the box but making no effort to help you with it.

"He knows how much I love Christmas," you responded, voice straining a bit as you exerted your energy on trying to push the box forward, "And hanging up the decorations and then having a movie marathon has always been a Christmas tradition."

The box was sliding forward inch by inch, and your bodyguard stepped to the side to allow it room to move without the extra obstruction of his body.

"I am definitely not watching any fucking Christmas movies."

"Oh, piss off, Grinch," you sassed, tossing him a sharp look as you shoved the box past him – with a little bit more force than was necessary.

With a little bit more perseverance, you managed to get the box to the elevator and up to your room. Brendon sighed in relief once you two did.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he dashed out and swaggered over to the break lounge, leaving you alone in the elevator with the box of decorations. You huffed as you shifted it past the metal doors, knitting your brow as you stared after Brendon.

"Aren't you going to help me move the box out?" you called after him.

He turned to face you, clear irritation on his face. "You're the one who's insisting on this bullshit; you can carry the box yourself. Don't make it my problem," he sneered, turning back around.

Before he entered the room and slunk into a corner of his own, he put the doorstopper in.

"Will you at least help me with hanging the lights? I'm not tall enough," you yelled, but only got ignored.

Sighing loudly, you slumped your shoulders tiredly before mumbling to yourself.

"At least he left the door open."

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Thank you for reading x

[swan--writes]

Hey could I get a Dewey fic with Northern Downpour by Panic! At the Disco? Also hello! I love your writing so much 😍

I love your face so much!! Thanks again for your patience, everyone. I really hope you like this! It was so much fun getting to revisit this song, it had been so long.

Words: ~995

You arrived at your parents’ vacation house late on a Friday night. You slept in your old room, and the full-size bed was as comfortable as you remembered.

Dewey had never been upstate with you. When he awoke to an empty left side of the bed the next morning, he half-thought you might have been dragged off by an angry family of bears. But he found you on the back porch minutes later, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, hot cup of coffee in hand.

If all our life is but a dream…

“Hey, love. What are you doing out here?”

You said nothing, but nodded to the rising sun. Dewey gazed at you through sleepy eyes for another moment before glancing at the sunrise. The moment he saw it, he couldn’t look away.

Fantastic posing greed…

Your partner sat next to you on your parents’ porch swing. Still not speaking, you draped your blanket over his shoulders and pulled him closer. He took a sip of your coffee without asking. You smiled, eyes still on the sky, and on the lake that the sunlight was dancing across.

Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.

“Is this why you wanted to get me out here?” he asked after a long silence.

“One of a few reasons.” It took a few moments for you to realize that Dewey was giving you a sidelong look. When you glanced at him, he waggled his eyebrows at you. You scoffed good-naturedly and took your coffee back.

For diamonds do appear to be…

“Nice bedhead, by the way,” you muttered before taking another sip. Dewey groaned and tried to bat his hair into some semblance of order, but the waves would not be tamed. You laughed, and he shot you a look that failed to be anything other than adorable. The new sunlight illuminated the spots of green in his eyes, and the shock of hair that hung in his face glowed auburn. You finished your coffee and stood, leaving the blanket behind with him. “C’mon.” You nodded toward the front door. “I’ll make breakfast.”

Just like broken glass to me.

You spent most of the day cleaning for your parents – dancing across the tile of the laundry room floors on your tiptoes, smooching Dewey as you passed the bathrooms where he scrubbed absolutely everything. You vacuumed, he mopped, you made dinner together.

The days passed like this. Every morning, your partner found you on the back porch. Every day, you both scrubbed and mopped and dusted and sang while you folded laundry over the lines in the backyard.

The ink is running toward the page.

You sat on the freshly-mowed grass of the front yard and watched the sun set, then carefully stepped through the gardens at the side of the house to the back and looked up at the stars over the lake from the chairs on the stone patio.

It’s chasing off the days…

The next day, you’d go back to blasting music and dancing past – and sometimes with – each other while you organized your father’s studio and sorted the books in your mother’s library by author. Dewey played air guitar, you laughed at his expense, you sang together.

Look back at both feet and that winding knee.

When the final night rolled around, you both conceded and agreed that you should probably take care of the dishes that had piled in the sink from the previous two days. While he washed the dishes, you considered the thought that had snuck into the back of your mind on the first morning.

I missed your skin when you were east.

“What’s goin’ on?”

You shook your head and frowned over at Dewey. “Hm?”

“You stopped drying.”

You clicked your heels and wished for me.

“Oh.” At his reminder, you started drying the plate in your hands again. The dishes had piled up in your mental absence. “Sorry.”

Through playful lips made of yarn…

“Yeah, that’s right,” he joked. When you only half-smiled, it was his turn to frown at you. “Seriously, what are you thinking about?”

“I don’t want to go back to the city,” you said abruptly. Dewey blinked at you.

“How come?”

That fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.

You shrugged and fell silent for a long moment. Then, when you had finished drying the dish in your hands and picked up another, you answered him. “I never meant to be there so long. I feel like maybe I should be upstate.”

Dewey hesitated, then asked in a small voice, “But what about me?”

“I never said I wasn’t going back, I guess…” You tried to puzzle out what to say next, and sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t realize how much I missed the stars until we came out here.”

I know the world’s a broken bone.

Dewey didn’t say anything else while you finished the dishes.

But melt your headaches, call it home.

While Dewey was sulking in the shower, you dragged all of your freshly-cleaned blankets and freshly-fluffed pillows through to the den, pushed all the furniture together, and assembled your fort. You had been doing this since your parents first bought this house, and by now you were a master.

You left the den to make two mugs of tea When you came back you found Dewey standing at the edge of the hall, looking as though he didn’t know what to do with his hands. You asked him to start a fire and folded yourself into your fort. When he joined you, he took his tea from the floor by your side and held the mug up to his face without quite meeting your eyes. His nose glowed red and his hair was half in his face.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“M-hm. It’s kinda awesome, right?”

Dewey nodded and took a short sip of his tea.

Hey moon, don’t you go down.

You twisted your mouth to the side and sighed quietly through your nose. “You know I’m not gonna leave you for my parents’ house, right?”

Sugarcane in the easy morning.

“Well yeah, of course,” Dewey said, trying to laugh it off. You noticed some relief in the sound, though. “I just don’t wanna leave the city, and it kinda sounds like you do.”

Weathervanes, my one and lonely.

You nodded, keeping your eyes on him. “At some point, sure. But right now, I wanna be with you more.”

Dewey looked up at you hopefully. “Oh…yeah?”

“Yep.”

“I guess we’ll always have blanket forts.”

You are at the top of my lungs.

“You mean I’ll always have blanket forts, you mooch.” Dewey laughed, and you smiled at him fondly.

Drawn to the ones who never yawn.

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Not Superficial - Brendon Urie x Reader

Request: , I was wondering if you could do a Brendon Urie x reader where the reader used to go to schol with Brendon and she liked him but he didn’t like her back because she used to be nerdy, wearing glasses, braces, acne etc. But now she’s like a smoking hot chick and he realizes what he missed out and they get together in the end? And the way they meet is she actually went to the concert and she had VIP passes so they meet backstage and all. Please and thank you. Can’t wait to see what you write. Summary: The Reader and Brendon went to school together, now they meet again at one of his concerts. Reader: female Word count: 1 178 A/N: I’m gonna say it upfront: I feel uncomfortable with this request. The idea that it takes a complete change of looks to please someone is not a message I want to send. Please remember, and I mean this not only for girls, but for boys and everyone else too, if someone rejects you because of your looks, it’s their loss, as painful as it is in that moment. That doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to actively change stuff about yourself that you don’t like, but you shouldn’t do it for anybody but yourself.

Backstage was a lot more hectic and cramped than you had imagined. It had been pure chance that your best friend had managed to get some of the super rare backstage VIP tickets, and now you were nervously waiting to meet the band.

Over the last months everyone, who had not yet known Panic! at the Disco, had been bombarded with the new hits that were playing on every radio station. But you had known Panic! since the beginning, hell even longer, considering Panic! now equaled Brendon Urie.

Brendon and you had been to school together. The dorky boy had always held a special place in your heart, even before all the music and touring and money and fame. But at the same time you knew that while you had spent your time in high school thinking about him all the time, he probably had no idea who you were. Honestly, sometimes you felt like you did not even recognise yourself anymore.

Back then you had had the worst skin problems, the kind that not even the doctors were able to help you with. That alone had been enough for most of your classmates to stay far away from you, and the thick glasses, and the braces had not made you feel any better. Of course, as if fate had wanted to play a joke on you, your skin had gotten better almost as soon as you had left school, and because you had still grown a little, your eyes had gotten better too. Usually you still wore glasses, but for the concert tonight you had been too scared to lose them between all the dancing people, so you had put in contacts instead.

Nervously you tucked at your black shirt. While sometimes you felt like your story resembled the one of the ugly duckling, you still did not feel like you had turned into a majestic swan. Next to your best friend you were still the grey, little mouse, but if you were honest, you did not want it any other way. That did not mean though that you had not made sure to feel comfy, and maybe even a little sexy tonight. The simple black shirt nicely hugged your body, and the ripped jeans perfectly contrasted your red converse. Around your neck dangled a short necklace with a little moon on it, and your hair was, while appropriate for jumping and dancing around, styled with a little hair pin with a red crystal on it.

You were so deep in thoughts, thinking back to the time in school, how your seventeen years old self would have gotten a shock if she had seen how much would change for her that you did not even notice that the band had come into the room, in which you had been waiting along with a few other fans.

Only when your friend tucked at your wrist, you snapped back into reality.

Mike was the first one to talk to you, and with a wide grin he signed your ticket, before he moved on. Nicole was next. You talked to her for a while, and were amazed by how kind she was. Just when she started searching for her phone to show you a picture of her dog, Dan walked up.

“No, no, no,” he interrupted, “you’re not gonna start showing any pictures of dogs. Once she starts,” he turned to you, “she will not stop.”

With a wide grin he wrapped his arm around Nicole’s shoulder, who smiled apologetically.

“Want us to sign something?”

Quickly you handed them your ticket for them to sign as well, and they moved on to the next fans.

That meant the only one you had not talked to yet was Brendon. Curiously you looked around the room, and found that he was just saying good bye to a group of girls. When he spotted you at the other end of the room, he looked surprised but immediately walked over.

“(y/n), is that you,” he asked with a wide grin.

“Uhm, yeah, didn’t think you’d remember me,” you smiled back slightly embarrassed.

“Man, it’s been ages!”

Before you even knew what was happening, Brendon had pulled you in for a hug, which you returned confused.

“I have to admit, I almost wouldn’t have recognized you. Where are your glasses,” he asked, taking a good look at you.

“Contacts,” you answered quickly, not trusting your voice to say anything longer.

Damn, you really were not the only one who had changed over the years. Brendon had definitely grown up too, and as stupid as it made you feel, you really had to admit that he was incredibly attractive now.

“Damn, I loved the glasses,” Brendon almost looked a bit disappointed.

“Excuse me, what?”

Not sure if you had understood him correctly, you looked at him wide eyed.

“Your glasses, they were super cute! It’s a shame you don’t wear them anymore.”

“I do, just not for concerts,” you answered, not sure how you had gone from worrying about him not recognising you, to him complaining about the lack of your glasses, “if that’s any consolation for you.”

“Oh, trust me it is,” he laughed, “listen, I think we’re running out of time here, but… I’m in the city for a while, maybe… would you like to meet up sometime? Catch up and all?”

“Sure, it’s just-“

“Oh shit, you don’t have a boyfriend do you? Or someone? Aw man, of course you do.”

Wide eyed you watched as Brendon’s expression went from excited puppy to disappointed.

“No, I don’t but-“

“You don’t?”

“No, I’m not in a relationship,” you laughed quietly, “I just didn’t think you would even know who I am.”

“Not know- not know who you are? (Y/n), I had the biggest fucking crush on you in school, seriously. Just absolutely no courage to ask you out! Don’t think that now that I do have more confidence I’m gonna let that opportunity slip through my fingers!”

“You-“

Your mind was still hung up on the part where Brendon had said that he once had a crush on you, but before you managed to stutter out a question, a man announced that the time was up, and the band needed to get ready to go on stage.

“Here-“ Brendon pulled a laminated card out of his pocked, that granted him entry to all the backstage areas. “Meet me here again after the show, I’ll tell the guys to let you in, okay?”

“Brendon, come one! Time to go!”

One of the security guards shot him an unnerved glance.

“Take this, see you later.”

Quickly he pressed the backstage pass into your hand, making sure to close your fingers around it, and gave you a quick good bye hug, but not without quickly kissing your cheek.

“Have fun,” he waved as he ran out of the room, following his band mates, leaving you standing there, completely dumbfounded, still holding the backstage pass. You could have sworn there was a dust of pink on his cheeks.

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[mellow-killjoy]

ok so I'm gonna write a fic in my spare time, just for fun, I'll be posting it on both tumblr and ao3. It's gonna be a P!atd Highschool - college au

and yes I mean an actual love triangle, where they all have feelings for each other

And no matter the results it will be full of angst because I can't help myself

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euphoria | b. urie

where brendon goddamn urie is charlie price, and you’re just the lowly costume designer… or so you thought.

brendon urie x reader

(kinky boots era)

word count : 2.8k

warnings : a rushed-as-hell ending because i didn’t know how to finish it and had zero ideas, i’m sorry

notes : i did really try to make this gender neutral, so if i added any fem/masc pronouns or anything like that, please point them out to me! and to get into the theatre mood, i’ve been listening to hamilton non-stop. (see what i did there-)

{ ! }

“how’s it going there, urie?” you asked nonchalantly, leaning in the doorway of brendon’s dressing room. he was clearly struggling with the laces on the left boot, but knowing him, he would have insisted that he could do it himself until he had to walk out to a crowd of hundreds with one boot and a slipper on. suffice it to say, he was a stubborn bastard.

“all good.” brendon grinned wryly, glancing down at the offending footwear. you arched an eyebrow, and after a moment, he crumbled. “okay, fine,” he amended. “maybe it’s not ‘all good’.” you laughed, mentioning that it was pretty clear before entering the room.

"it's, um, yeah." he said helplessly, motioning at the shoe. you snorted and bent down, lacing up the boot with ease. you had designed it, after all. "thanks," brendon said, grinning at you. you brushed off the praise, merely stating that it was your job, after all.

“also, hey, good luck out there tonight! final show, must be pretty bittersweet, hm?” he laughed as though that was a great understatement. in all fairness, however, it probably was. brendon was extremely charismatic, as expected, and made friends within the cast almost immediately. having to leave them all behind in a week to go back to los angeles? that had to be tough.

“i’ll definitely miss you guys, yeah. you’re lucky that you’ll get to stay with them.” you shot him an inquisitive look and he paused. “what?”

“i’m not staying with the cast. i mean, god, i wish i could, but i’ll be moving on just like you will.” did you just imagine it, or did his face fall for a split second before lifting back up to its normal, playful grin? you shook your head slightly. of course not, you were just overtired,

“well shit, that’s a shame.” brendon said, you glanced up at him in mild bewilderment. “don’t look so surprised, y/n,” he chuckled. “believe it or not, you’re good company.”

a stagehand passed by the door to inform you both that there was 20 minutes until the curtains opened. brendon paled the smallest bit, and you noticed, setting a gentle hand on his arm. “don’t worry,” you reassured. “they’ll love you. and if they don’t, make them.”

brendon snorted. “that almost sounds like a threat.” he pointed out. you shrugged noncommittally and shooed him out the door of his dressing room, reminding him that there was only 15 minutes left and he better go out and kick some metaphorical theatre ass.

{ ! }

he did great. the whole cast did great. everyone did so great and you were doing the nearly impossible task of fighting back tears as you congratulated them all backstage. you had hoped that you were putting on a good mask of joyful pride, but charlie goddamn price just had to see through that one too.

he discreetly gave your hand a little squeeze and you were cursing yourself for the rising blush you could feel high in your cheeks. you were a grown adult, not some silly high schooler holding hands with a crush. wait. did you just compare brendon to a crush? that was completely metaphorical and suddenly brendon’s face was right in front of yours and it would be so easy to kiss him right now and what the actual fuck was happening to your brain.

“hey, um, y/n? you alright?” he asked dubiously. you nod quickly, shaking your head to shoo the obnoxious thoughts away that immediately came back when you looked brendon in the eye, curse his gorgeous face. at the moment all you wanted to do was find the tallest set piece and hurl yourself off of it.

“sorry. you kinda disappeared on me.” he said. you mumbled your apologies and made some lame excuse that you had to go to the bathroom or something. you didn’t really hear yourself, just knowing that you had to get away from all the people and all the noise and, well, brendon.

gasping for air, you made your way to the back parking lot. the cool night air felt fantastic filling up your lungs and pressing against your burning skin. alright. time to take a mental inventory - how did you currently feel? like you desperately wanted to implode. valid. why were you feeling this way? brendon urie was a charismatic, humorous, attractive-as-hell guy and you don’t know how to deal with basic human emotions.

oddly enough, your weird coping mechanisms helped you tremendously, and you were already prepared to go back in there and face your...fears? anxieties? whatever the hell this was.

“y/n!” you hesitated, but luckily it wasn’t brendon - it was ryan, one of the main stagehands in the production. “what’s up? shouldn’t you be at the tear fest, eye-fucking urie like everyone else?” despite his words, you knew ryan felt no envy towards brendon. it was well known that brendon didn’t particularly enjoy the constant eyefucking that just about everyone from the ages of 14-80 gave him on a daily basis. in fact, he liked to joke about it quite a bit.

“screw off, jerk.” you pouted playfully, rolling your eyes skyward as you continued on to the backstage. someone called out to ryan and he bid you farewell, but not before throwing a few playfully sarcastic comments your way.

you and ryan had discovered that you had both gone to the same college just a day after meeting each other, and you had grown quite close bonding over your hatred of a certain hag of a history professor.

you grabbed a glass of wine from the table where they were being served. it wasn’t the afterparty quite yet, no. but this was more pre-gaming in a sense.

you downed half of the glass in one drink and sighed, finally reaching the main bustle of the group. scanning the crowd quickly, you noticed that brendon was off talking to a few members of the ensemble, and didn't seem to be looking for you. that was a relief, but not surprising. you knew that he respected boundaries, and this would be no different.

"hey, y/nnnnn" someone called. you looked around, finding one of your best friends from the cast, jennie, looking back at you with large eyes. "hi,” she said breathlessly. “so like, the entire ensemble is going out for drinks tonight and becks said that you should come too and like everyone agreed with her so like come on!” you paused for a moment, processing her words. jennie had a tendency to do that - talk extremely fast in one breath - when she got excited. you knew there was no point in denying her request, because fuck it, you wanted a drink and who better to do it than with twenty or so grown-up theatre kids?

“why the hell not,” you laughed, “i’ll be right back. gotta grab my bag, meet you right here.” she nodded and you set off to find it. about five minutes later, (the bag evidently did not want to be found, as it had hurled itself off to the darkest corner of the set room), and you were carpooling to the bar with jennie, becks, and a guy who introduced himself as scott.

“so. what’s going on with you and urie?” jennie asked casually, leaning against the driver's seat. you stiffened noticeably.

“what are you talking about?” you retorted with much more bite than intended. jennie however merely raised her eyebrows in amusement.

“don’t even play that with me,” she tutted. “the tension between you two is freaking palpable. don’t even.” you blushed and mumbled something incoherent into the headrest in front of you. “hm?”

“what- what about you and that stagehand? eva?” jennie rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“i asked her out two days ago, she said yes. now don’t change the subject.” you blinked. alright then, you thought. some form of god seemed to be looking down on you that day, as the car pulled into the parking lot of the bar and you jumped out. it was painfully obvious that you were avoiding that topic, but it was far better than talking about it.

you, jennie, becks and scott joined the rest of the ensemble as you raced into the bar like children at an amusement park. there was a good possibility that this experience would end horribly, but in the moment, you were completely up to take that chance.

{ ! }

you flopped onto the bed of your hotel room and sighed. the bedside clock read three am, and you were utterly exhausted. feeling like a total zombie, you dragged yourself off of the soft embrace of your mattress to brush your teeth and change clothes. plugging your phone into the charger, you noticed that you had a text from none other than brendon, sent earlier that night.

“hey, y/n, it’s brendon. i hope you’re okay, i didn’t really see you after you left. but i was wondering if it was cool with you if we could meet tomorrow? i’ll send you the address of the place i was thinking. but i just wanted to ask you a few things about the boots. if you’re busy, don’t worry! it’s fine x - b”

you stared at the message for a moment before taking it in. your sleep deprived brain didn’t react as you normally would - you just sort of mentally shrugged. but you did reply.

“hi, brendon! sure, that sounds good. meet you around 11?” you mentally high-fived yourself for coming up with a reply that looked like it was written by someone not on the verge of dropping their phone on their face and falling the fuck asleep.

and then you did just that.

{ ! }

when you awoke due to the blaring sound of the alarm that you must have set before falling asleep (even though you didn’t remember setting it at all), it was already ten am. cursing softly, you rolled out of bed, straight into a hot shower. you were never one to take hours readying yourself, but you were pretty sure it was record timing as you walked out of your hotel, hair straightened with a full face of makeup on.

it was hardly a ten minute walk to the café - one that seemed even shorter as you were lost in your own thoughts. in fact, you almost walked straight past the unassuming little corner shop on accident.

the small bell next to the door rang softly as you entered. the single room of the café was gorgeous - it was on the smaller side, but the windows and natural light made it look giant yet inviting. you liked this place already.

“hello!” greeted the barista cheerfully, “what can i get for you today?” you placed your order and sat down at one of the raised seats near the front facing window, watching the slow-moving traffic. the barista called your name, and you soon sat back down, drink in hand. you were just about to immerse yourself in your phone when brendon walked in. he smiled over at you, went to place his order, and sat down across the table,

“so, what’s up?” you said, stifling a yawn. brendon chuckled.

“not quite awake yet?” he teased. you scoffed, similarly to jennie the night before.

“don’t avoid the question,” you laughed. “no offense, but why are we here?” he shrugged, suddenly dawning a shy demeanor of that you had never seen him wear. the confident, charismatic brendon urie - shy? surprisingly enough, you could see it. “why do i feel like you lured me here under the false pretenses of talking about my job?” you asked, narrowing your eyes jokingly.

“okay, fine,” he conceded. “maybe i just wanted to talk to you.”

“you know, i would have gladly accepted your invitation even if you did just want to meet up and talk.” you pointed out. brendon flushed and shrugged. “anyway, now that we’re both here, where did you find this place?” that question seemed to spiral into an endless conversation of which you were not complaining. brendon very quickly regained his confidence as the two of you began discussing mutual friends, activities you both enjoyed, and a plethora of other topics as well. you felt like you could talk to him forever.

occasionally the two of you would head up to the counter together to get new drinks, only stopping to place your orders and thank the barista who, by the sly smile on her face, almost definitely thought that you and brendon were a Thing™.

by the time you checked your phone, it was three pm. “four hours,” you said to him in awe as you walked back to his hotel room. (you had blindy agreed to head back there as you had left the coffee shop)

“sure as hell didn’t seem like four hours,” brendon chuckled. you mumbled your agreement beside him as the two of you entered the lobby of the hotel brendon was staying at, coincidentally only a few minutes walk from yours.

the elevator ride was quick and comfortably quiet, as was the walk up to his room. unsurprisingly, it was a bit nicer than yours, but you didn’t mind. it wasn’t like you spent much time in your room those days, anyway.

“dude, you’re hotel room is sweet.” you exclaimed, flopping onto the sofa that faced the window overlooking the new york skyline. brendon blushed faintly and chuckled. you raised an eyebrow at him, but refrained from saying anything.

“want anything to drink? wine, beer, water, we have it all.” he said, walking into the kitchen. you shrugged, saying that water was fine. your attention was stolen by the view from the window, where the glass panes of a nearby skyscraper were glinting rainbow in the sunlight.

“hello?” brendon laughed, setting a water bottle on the table in front of you and sitting down. you blinked and looked over at him.

“sorry about that,” you blushed, “the view is gorgeous here.” brendon agreed quietly and the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. finally, you broke it.

“what are you going to do next? another album?” you asked. brendon shrugged, sipping his beer.

“maybe, i don’t know. i’ve been thinking of a few songs, but not a whole albums-worth.” you nodded, murmuring your understanding.

“don’t worry! i get that, and-” you cut yourself off. “you have a balcony?!” you gasped in excitement. brendon laughed and nodded, making a motion for you to lead the way, seeing as you had already jumped off of the couch.

the view from the balcony was indescribable. what with the gentle wind from being up so high, it felt like you were at the literal top of the world. even the skyscrapers seemed to shrink below you, and the clouds seemed just too far away to touch. it was euphoric.

“sorry for acting like a child,” you said nervously, not tearing your eyes away from the soaring view of the city spread out below. “i just- i’ve always loved views like this. they’re so…” you trailed off, not able to describe the feeling. brendon made a soft sound of understanding beside you.

“don’t worry, y/n,” he grinned. “excitement looks cute on you.” did he just…? no, you thought. he couldn’t be flirting with you. but as your brain went into over-analysis mode, a thought popped into your head. he was totally flirting with me. that smooth motherfucker. brendon had stayed comfortably silent throughout this whole realization, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching you mentally fall apart before him. though, it was either that or act like you possessed the iq of a plastic houseplant, and neither of those options sounded particularly desirable.

“and everything looks cute on you, urie.” fuck, that slipped out. guess we’ll see what he does with that. he certainly looked taken aback, but regained his composure quickly. that’s right, two can play at this game.

however, the “game” did not last as long as you had previously assumed. brendon made sure of that.

“you’re making it really hard not to kiss you, y/n.” he grumbled. your stomach did a little flip at his words, and your eyes widened. you didn’t even attempt to mask your surprise this time.

“personally, i recommend that you do it then,” you smirked. brendon blinked, and before either of your realized it, your lips were on his.

with the wind blowing around the two of you, and the entirety of new york city sprawled out below as your lips moved in sync, you formed a single coherent thought. this is it, you sighed in contentment. this is euphoria.

[captain-ak]

Roaring 20s (Bucky x reader)

Marvel

Summary: Bucky catches you dancing.

Warning: -

Note: :) :) :)

It was one of those rare days that the Avengers compound was empty.  You woke to find a sticky note attached to your face, from Tony.  He had taken some of the “young’uns” out for flight training, and they would be back later.  (“Order pizza or something.  Don’t burn the place down.  -TS”)

Did you have the entire compound to yourself?

A cursory glance down the halls confirmed it--empty.  You crept out into the kitchen.

If there was no one there to hear it…

“Uh, FRIDAY?”

“Yeah, miss?”

“...play ‘Roaring 20s’.”

The beat kicked in immediately.

Broadway is black like a sinkhole

Everyone race to the suburbs

I’m on the rooftop with curious strangers

This is the oddest of summers

You started to tap your foot.  Drumming your hands on imaginary drums, you spun around the kitchen island, playing piano notes across its granite countertop.  This was your favorite song.

Pretty soon you were singing along, belting every note at the top of your lungs.  “Roll me like a blunt, ‘cause I wanna go home…”  You twirled your way around the island, ending in a dramatic spin.  “Roll me like a blunt ‘cause I want, I wanna--”

“--Whatcha doin’?”

You screamed.

The voice came from behind--in your haste to turn, you tripped over your own feet and found yourself sprawled across the kitchen floor.

The peppy music was still blaring, all trumpets and drums and baritone vocals.  You blinked at the ceiling, until your view of it was suddenly blocked by the upside-down face of Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky!”

“Hi, doll.”  He stared down at you, mouth twitching.  “Having fun?”

“I--”  You stared up into his blue eyes and floundered, face heating.  “I...thought I was home alone.”

He chuckled, walking around you.  “Yeah, I guessed that much.”  Then without warning, he bent over, picked you up by the hips, and set you on your feet.  You yelped in surprise.

“There.”  He brushed back a piece of your hair, smirking at you.  “You’re too good for the floor.”

“Uh--um...thanks.”  You swallowed.  Your hands were on his shoulders, and you couldn’t quite pull them away yet.

He didn’t seem inclined to move his hands away from your hips, either.

Your music was still blasting out of the speakers.  Bucky tilted his head curiously.  “What is this?”

“It’s, um it’s...music.  I--I mean, obviously you know it’s music, but, um--”

Bucky smiled wider, nodding along.  “I like it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”  He listened to the song for a few bars, deep in thought.  “It kinda sounds like…”  Then suddenly, he pulled you flush against his chest.

For a moment, you both stood still.  Bucky’s chest was solid against you, his hand warm and heavy on your hip.

Ever so slowly, he began to sway back and forth.

You found yourself following the gentle rhythm, and looked up in surprise.  “Uh...Bucky?”

He licked his lips, and looked up at you through his lashes.  His voice dropped low.  “Do you ever dance?”

“Not...not really, no.”

“Huh.”  Bucky frowned in thought.  He shifted from foot to foot, listening to the music, as if struggling to remember something.  He closed his hands over yours, and trapped your gaze with those blue eyes.  “Swing with me.”

“What?”

“Swing.”  Bucky grinned.  “It’s a dance.”

“Yes, I know what it is, but I don’t know how to--”

“FRIDAY,” said Bucky, “start the song over.”

“Sure thing, Sarge.”

The drums started up again.  “Bucky, I don’t know how to swing!”

He grinned.  There was a hint of an accent in his voice when he said, “Just follow my lead, sweetheart.”

His blue eyes threatened to drown you, and they looked so hopeful--how could you say no?

Broadway is black like a sinkhole

Everyone race to the suburbs…

In minutes, you were swinging your way across the kitchen.  Bucky seemed to remember every step; what could you say?  The man was born to dance.

He twirled you under his arm, behind his back, and swung you around on either side of his hips--

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Uh, mostly?”

--and in one fluid motion, he flipped you over his shoulder.

You should have been scared, but instead you were laughing.

He swept you off your feet for a spin, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he spun.  You had never been flying, but it had to feel something like this.

Bucky was still cradling you when the music ended.  The only sound left in the room was your twin panting.

“...I don’t know what you were talking about,” said Bucky, after he had finally caught his breath.  “You’re a good dancer.”

“Well, I had a really good teacher.”  You smiled shyly at him.  “And you must have really liked this song.”

“Yeah.”  He set you back down on the floor.  “That’s good music.  Like we had back in my day.”

You frowned.  “But--it’s called ‘Roaring 20s.’”

“So?”

“You’re from the 40s.”

He smirked.  “It’s like the music I heard growing up--close enough.”

“So you mean it’s good ‘cause it’s old, like you?”

Bucky laughed.  “Don’t hurt an old man’s feelings, babydoll.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased.  “Why not?”

“’Cause.”  With a hand on your back, he pulled you in and gave you a gentle kiss.  “I’ve still got a lotta dances to teach you.”

[emotrinitytrash925]

Aidan Gallagher, the actor of Five from the Umbrella Academy, has met Frank Iero! Aidan is also a fan of MCR.

My emo side is quaking, I love The Umbrella Academy and the Emo Trinity and seeing this makes me wanna cry. My fangirl heart can't take this 💖💕💜

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[otheraeken]

Scared. / Brendon Urie

Word count: 1,2k Warnings: angst, epileptic fit, fluff Listen to: Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

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It was the typical Sunday next to Brendon. He was lying on the couch playing video games with his head resting over my lap while I ran my hand through his hair. He couldn’t help but giggle everytime I touched the back of his head, it melted my heart every single time he did that. Without any doubt, I couldn’t be more in love with that man.

Despite of his busy schedule, Brendon always had a moment for me whenever I needed it. Even if he was about to start a concert and I needed to hear him at least for a second, he’d prefer being late for the show so we could talk before he went on stage. I knew he would always be there for me, as I’d always be there for him. Brendon was the most supportive and dependable person I knew, that’s why I was so that in love with him. I felt like we were made for each other.

A couple months ago I had that epileptic fit that changed my life completely. It was the first time I had ever experienced something like that and since that day, I had a bunch of epileptic seizures. They were never very strong but I had ended up in the hospital a few times. Fourtunately, Brendon was by my side every minute. We made a pact, which consisted of not keeping away of each other unless it was strictly necessary. And we’ve been respecting it since then.

Brendon was so focused on his game that didn't noticed I had stop caressing his hair. But I had just started feeling nauseous and felt the need of throwing up. However and despite I ran into the bathroom as faster as I could, I ended up throwing up in the middle of the living room. Brendon jumped out of the sofa as soon as he heard me. A few seconds later I felt one of his hands around my waist, squeezing it gently. He used his other hand to pull the hair away of my face.

“Are you alright, baby?” He inquired and frowned. “Do you wanna go to the bathroom? Are you stil --?”

I raised a hand, trying to tell him to give me just a second before I could recover at all and even talk. But as much as I tried, I couldn’t think clearly. My head was spinning, it was vertigo what I was feeling. I had experienced that before and I knew what was coming next. However I wasn’t able to warn Brendon since my body was paralyzed and I felt I would fall down if it wasn’t because he was holding me.

“Y/N say something.” Brendon stuttered. That was the last thing I could hear before I finally fell down on the floor.

Brendon.

Her body seemed to slip from my arms like she was made of butter. Suddenly my girlfriend’s body touched the floor, making a thud that totally creeped me out. She was having one of her, now usual, epileptic seizures. My heart started beating faster than ever when I saw her writhing and shaking. Fortunately, I knew what I had to do.

First of all, I made sure she wasn’t lying down with the face up and then tried to protect her from hitting her head. The kind of seizures she had didn’t use to last so long, but they always got me on my nerves. I couldn’t see Y/N like that.

She threw up again and then, finally, her body stopped shaking all of a sudden. As the usual, Y/N kept her eyes closed for a while until she regained consciousness. I cleaned the sweat on her forehead with my sleeve and then caressed her beautiful face until her eyes started to get opened again.

I saw how she was trying to say something, but I stopped her from doing it.

“Just nod with your head. Alright?” As a response she nodded. “Are you alright? You feeling... good?”

Y/N made a strange movement with her head, I interpreted that as a ‘more or less’.

“I’m covered in my own vomit.” She managed to say and then smiled at me. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Need a shower.”

“You need to rest. That’s what you need. You hadn't had one of these for weeks. I thought you were starting to get better.”

Reader.

I hated the fact that he was feeling bad because of me. I hated when that happened just because of that reason. I didn’t want him to feel unwell, sad or worried. I knew about his anxiety and sometimes I felt like I was just making it worse. We’d been through such a rough time.

Brendon helped me to stand up and walked with me to the bathroom. I wasn't really feeling as bad as I looked. In fact and surprisingly, I was just a bit dizzy. Some other times I’d not even able to say nothing, but that time, I was ‘okay’.

I sat on the toilet seat and with my boyfriend’s help, I took off my shirt and the sweatpants I was wearing. Brendon turned on the shower and crossed his arms while looking at me.

“You’re stubborn, we both know that, but I still think you should wait until you get into the shower. What if you fall down or something?”

I shook my head. “Believe me or not, I’m feeling good. Not as other times. And if you don’t want me to be there alone, join me then.”

He tried to hide it, but it was a smirk what I saw on his lips. Without saying any other word, Brendon gor undressed in front of me. "I think the water is hot enought, already.” he said.

“No, you’re hot.” I mumbled but he could still hear me.

“I knew that, baby. There’s no need of saying the obvious.” He winked. Then helped me to take off my underwear and we both got into the shower. It was the first time ever I appreciated the not so big size of our shower.

I rested my forehead over his chest while the hot water ran down our bodies. Brendon’s arms got wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He kissed the top of my head after resting his chin over it.

“What would I do without you?” he questioned. I wasn’t sure if that question was actually for me or maybe he was just thinking out loud. 

“It should be me the one who asked that, actually.” He looked at my eyes and shook his head. “I’m a disaster. I’d be lost without you.”

“You’re perfect. And you have me wrapped aroun your little finger. I’ve never felt what I feel when I’m with you, Y/N. And God -- You’re such a strong woman. I’m so proud that I can call you my girl.”

“I don't deserve you, Urie.” I hugged him tightly.

We stayed like that for a while, ‘dancing’ to an non existent tune. It was just the two of us.

“Brendon...” I called him.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m sorry if I scared you or made you feel anxious. You know how much I hate when this happens.”

“I’ll admit it. I was scared. But you don’t have to be sorry, Y/N. I told you months ago, we’d go throught this together. No matter what I’ll be here for you. Just like you’re always there for me.”

“But what if --”

Brendon pressed his lips over mines, making me shut up at once. I really needed that.

“There’s no ‘what if’, baby. I will be loving you until we get old. I promise.”

“Well, that’s a lot of time.”

He smiled and kissed me once again. “Exactly.”

Gotta say I’ve never met someone who had ever had an epileptic seizure, so I’ve written this with some facts about epilepsy I found on the internet. I bet I messed up with something, but I tried ;)

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