Panic at the Disco Imagine

Might as well get these stories out of my head and onto paper. Requests are welcome or just notes to say hello :) MASTERLIST

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MUST WATCH. HOW AM I JUST SEEING THIS THE FEELS ARE TOO REAL. 

How am I just watching this now? An amazing insight on the making of pretty odd. Seeing them develop the songs, listening to the original versions, debates on Ryan wanting more vocals, just so good. 

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PATD Concert

A brief pause from our usual programming. My thoughts on the Pray for the Wicked tour:

1. HE IS INCREDIBLE. I had very high expectations going in.  See I have been a fan since middle school (sneakily watching their videos while in religion class really fueled my closeted emo middle school self) but I have never been able to go to a concert because my parents are super conservative and plus I am broke as fuck so. So my expectations were super high and they did not only meet them but went above and BEYOND. The vocals were amazing, the band played so well (those guitar solos holy fuck). Every song was amazing- like... how does one person have so much talent.

2. NICOLE IS HOT AS FUCK. I mean I’m confidently straight on the wide rainbow that is sexuality but god damn she kills it. 

3. Casual Affair is now one of my favorite songs so thats a thing. Going in it was never one I really cared for, usually it was one that I skip when it comes on shuffle. But hearing it live COMPLETELY changed it. I now listen to it constantly all day every day and its so fucking sexy so that happened. 

4. I cried throughout more than I would like to admit. 

5. The set list was amazing and thank god they played This is Gospel because I actually just melted into a puddle of nothing. When they played Nine in the Afternoon I just about died, oh and I cant make you love me... forget about it I was a mess. 

6. I was nervous going in instantly because I didn't realize how many younger fans there would be. I am 22 so its not that I am an old ass but (and as I was wrong) was kind of bummed at first at how many young middle school age/early high school kids were there because I questioned like... how interested in them they actually were or if they only listened to the new music and were into it as a trend. Anyways I was so pleasantly wrong. First, I found my crew of early Pretty Odd/Fever 90s kids and we drank together in the parking lot and cried over Northern Downpour as we blasted it from our cars. My seats were in front of these 13 year olds who were there with their parents and I was so surprised how these kids knew every single song, word for word. It made me realize how panic has changed and progressed, and I have such an appreciation for younger fans. They listen to the knew stuff, but like the old stuff and idk... it was cool to see a new generation love them like I did when I was their age.  7. Overall the best part was just meeting so many fucking rad human beings. We helped these girls get home when their car broke down, I had a whole convo with these 3 girls in the bathroom about why This is Gospel is easily the best song, and so many many many many more. It was amazing to be surrounded by that much love and fucking dope humans. 

IT was everything and more my wee little heart could ask for and Im still not over it. But its fine because im going again and I CANT FUCKING WAIT. 

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Masterlist

Finally Home You decide to stay up and wait for Brendon to get home from tour

Party Foul You go to a college party with your best friend Brendon… but things take a turn for the worse. Warning: sexual assault  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Festival Fears Your band is getting their big break- are you ready?

Exposed Brendon and you have been hiding your relationship, but what happens when the band finds out? I Will Always Choose You When you talk about the future- does that include each other?

It Was Always You You and Brendon have been friends for years, and there was something unspoken between you… well… until now. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Request: He Defends You Brendon is live streaming and the hate toward you is getting to much. He has had enough.

Grief Losing someone is the hardest. Losing yourself is even harder.  Request: Award Show Anxiety  The Tony Awards have finally arrived, and its time for the red carpet. You want to support him- but with the sea of lights and swarms of people… can you make it through? 

Dressing Room Fun Nothing says “Have a good show” like some good old dressing room fun. 

Request: Panic Attack Realizing you are no longer in control of your own mind. That. That is fear. 

Crash The scary thought is: is it his blood or yours?

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Crash

*Crash*

The last thing he remembers was hearing her piercing scream and complete darkness. The crash was fast: one second Brendon and you were coasting down the road jamming to some oldschool Journey, the next minute you are swerving off the railings. He remembers the fear in your eyes before the first hit. His eyes slit open and props up on his elbow, only to collapse back down unable to lay any weight on his presumably broken arm. He uses his other arm to readjust himself back to a upwards position, eyes still groggy and unable to at first make out the interior of the ambulance he lay in. His senses slowly creep back as he starts to notice the sounds of sirens and rumbling, as the doors of the ambulance swing open and the paramedics walk in. He looks around dazed and confused-

“What… uh… What's going.. What's going on?” “Its alright, its alright, you were in a bad car accident. Your car swerved off the road over the railings. We’re going to bring you inside please just lay still” His mind quickly woke up as he realized instantly what he was missing “Where’s Y/N? Where’s my wife-” “Sir we are taking care of her but we need to bring you inside right now-” “Im not going fucking anywhere until I know where she is. Where is she, where-” He sees past the paramedics trying to wheel him out of the ambulance a group of doctors rushing inside pushing a stretcher quickly into the building. The scene was utterly chaotic- doctors shouting orders, ambulance lights flashing, sirens wailing- but through all the commotion he saw only what he could think of in his nightmares: you on a stretcher being rushed to the ER. “Y/N”

“Sir, we’re taking care of her, we need to get you-” “Y/N!” he continues to scream, trying to push himself of the stretcher to jump out of the ambulance, but the hospital staff hold him down and prevent him from rushing after you. His nightmare grows swiftly as he regains consciousness to only reveal more of the tragedy in front of his eyes: bloody staff member gloves pushing your stretcher as a paramedic walks leaning over the stretcher containing some bleed. He panics and fights with the staff to come be with you, only then realizing the pain he felt himself. His adrenaline slowly faults and the pain surges throughout his body. He calms for a moment allowing the paramedics to start removing him from the ambulance and into the hospital. As he lays he looks down at his shirt, stained with blood. What was more horrifying than the sight of the immense blood on his shirt was the unanswered question of whose blood it is… yours of his. He pushes those thoughts out of his mind and tries to focus on the external surroundings.

His mind a mess from the pain and his vision a blur, he gets lost in the bright lights and can't keep his mind clear. Doctors and nurses fly in and out checking his pulse, reflexes, consciousness. The air fills with sirens, screams, cries, shouts, muffled conversations. His eyes slowly drift close as his body succumbs to the pain, falling asleep.

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“Bren… Bren…” Brendons eyes groggily open and squint at the harsh fluorescent lights above. In front of him is Kenny smiling as Brendon regains consciousness. Nicole and Dan, noticing he is finally awake, rush over to the bed Brendon lay in and sit on the end. “Hey man- good to see you.”

Brendon looks down and examines the extent of his injuries as the guys catch him up on what happened. A broken arm, broken ribs, and everything and anything in between bruised up. They explain that by the time they got there Brendon was already out of surgery to fix his broken ribs, and has been in and out of consciousness since but the staff said he will be ok. He looks over next to him to see the machines buzzing and blinking that he is hooked up to.

“What-- how..” “You look like hell man” Dan said, jokingly to make Brendon smile. Truth was he really did. But as relieved Brendon was to see his friends, he was overwhelmed with panic as he realized you were nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Y/N..” he asks Kenny, standing next to his bed. Kenny crossed his eyes and gives a sorrowful look at Nicole, who nods him to tell Brendon what happened.

Kenny looks down “You made is out banged up pretty bad, but you got lucky. Y/N wasn't as lucky. She got banged up… really bad. She is still in surgery right now..” Brendon tries to lift himself up with his good arm as Nicole sweetly places her hand over his leg on the end of the bed. “Zack is with her, but we can go wait for her if you are up to it.”

The minutes tick by like hours. The air is thick with suspense and the only noise audible is the constant ticking of the clock- reminding everyone how long you have been in surgery. Brendon sinks in the waiting room chair, sinking his head down into his chest, still processing the events of the crash as explained by Dan. Tears threaten his eyes as he rethinks everything. Could he have stopped the car earlier? What was that truck thinking? What was the last thing you said to him? Unable to quiet his pacing mind that was throbbing from the pain, he finds his way out of his chair and out the doors of the ER to the steps by the front. Kenny follows him aiding him as a crutch. The doctors requested for Brendon to stay in his bed, but there was no way they were stopping him from being as close to you as he could be. Once outside he rest his aching body against the stone pillar by the stairs and reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, stained with blood from the crash. He pulls out a joint in the inside pocket from earlier and searches his pocket for a lighter. Kenny walks by and sits on the stairs next to him, reaching up a lighter to him. He lights and watches the joint burn, pieces falling on his fingertips and torching his skin. He takes a puff, and drops his head back, squeezing his eyes shut preventing tears from escaping. For a second, a single second - he doesn’t feel like he is dying. “Bren…” Kenny looks up at him and clasps his hands, then looking away avoiding direct eye contact- “You ok....”

Brendon looks down and throws the joint on the concrete, snuffing it out with his shoe. He watches the embers slowly die, and a soft desperate laugh escapes his lips out of frustration. He thinks about how every time he smokes, you somehow peep through the room. He loves how you take 1 or 2 hits, and then decided you need your own. He thinks about how you love wearing his sweatshirts because they smell like him… and how you were wearing his sweatshirt the day of the crash. “I just…..” his agitated smirk turns into despair as he again realizes the gravity of the situation. “I fucking…..I can't lose her..”

Time passes slowly as Brendon and Kenny just sit outside in uncomforable silence, both unable to say anthing that will change the current situation. They make their way back into the waiting room and return to their chairs, everyone trying to contatin their anxiety in order to stay strong for each other- mostly for Brendon. He sits in his chair, eyes dead with no expression.

“Mr. Urie?” Brendon looks up as the surgeon makes his way into the waiting room. “How is she?” Brendon asks, shootin gup from his chair and whincing in pain- again forgetting thet magnitude of his injuries. “She got hit pretty badly. Collapsed lung, broken ribs, broken leg, and some internal bleeding. But she made it through the survery- and it looks like she will be okay. You definitly have a fighter on your hands there.” Brendon’s eyes light up and Nicole comes to his side and squeezes his arm giving him comfort. “Can he go see her?” Nicole asks the surgeon “She is sleeping right now, and probably will be for a while until the anesthetia wears off. But yes- only 1 or 2 for now. Later you can all see her”

Zack comes around the corner, his eyes red and puffy from crying- although by now he had collected himself. Zack was never one to be emotionally vulnerable in the slightest. He walks over to Brendon and leaks a comforting laugh and smile and pulls him into a hug, squeezes him tighter than he should have with Brendon’s injuries. “Dude.. Im so fucking sorry. I got the call and ran down here and-” “Thank you for staying with her when I couldn’t” “Of course man”

Zack leads Brendon over to the room where you lay. Brendon takes a deep breath before entering the room, unsure of how he could handle seeing you in such a painful state. From the doorway you looked so peaceful, your hair laying gracefully on the pillow, with your feet peakign slightly from below the blankets. As he walks closer he discovers a different story. Your arms are discolored with bruises and large cuts and scrapes that train from your wrists to your face. Your leg lays in a cast beneath the blanket, and your arm in a sling cradled on your chest. You have a cut across your forehead to by your eye, and your eyes are sunken and dark. The hair that laid so gently was sticky with dried blood- but yet- he has never been so happy to see you. He walks by your bed quietly, cautious not to wake you. He stretches the blanket to cover your feet- he knows your feet always get cold. Brendon eases himself gently on to the bed to lie next to you, careful not to wake you or nudge your achign and broken body. He brushes strands of hair that are stickign to your forehead away, his thumb grazing the stitches of large cuts. He lays there, watching you as if you were going to disappear if he blinked.

After some time, he feels you stir slightly under his touch, and your eyes blink open slowly, only opening halfway as you let out a muffled groan. “Baby shhhh its ok. Im here”

Your hand slowly grips his and you squeeze so slightly, barely even at all but as much as you could manage. “Are you in pain- do you need me to call the nurse? I just need to push the button-”

“Bren” you barely make out. You squint as your body starts to recognize the pain and trauma it has experienced. “Im here Y/N… Im not going anywhere”.

Your eyes open again slightly and then wider as you examine Brendon’s face- dark and sunken. “Bren… this cut what..” “Shhh shhh its okay. We were in a car accident- but we are going to be okay. Don’t worry about me” he coos, stroking her hair behind her ear and away from her face. He lays facing her and gently kisses her forehead.

He wraps his arms carefully around your broken body, feeling the cuts across your back. You close your eyes and sink your head toward his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands and clutching it. He watches as your clutch softens, as your body forces you back to sleep. “I love you.” you whisper, until succumbing to the medication and falling asleep. He strokes your hair as you fall back to sleep, feeling your breathing against his body- slow and steady. Brendon watches you sleep- keeping track of your breathing. It is as if he is afraid if he looks away- you will disappear. As he holds you in his arms, his tears finally escape his eyes and quietly stream down his face.

Thinking about writing a part 2 where the reader and Brendon talk about the crash... hmmm yes or no? Love you all xoxo ****also please message me if you are living for Lake Effect Kid because it is just... ugh so good. 

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Pretty Odd

I have been listening to Pretty Odd a ton this week and every time I am reminded how much I love the album. It holds such a special place in my heart- it’s the perfect album to listen to when your having a not so great week because it’s not outwardly and obnoxiously “be happy smile life is great” nonsense. The whole album has such a sorrowful happiness to it. The music itself is very peaceful and nice but with the minor chords is makes it kind of haunting in some ways, and the lyrics on the outside are very sweet but a lot of the songs if you really listen are quite sad. But that’s why I love it. It lifts me up and reminds me things aren’t so bad, and when they are that’s ok too.

Also knowing they were high the entire time writing it makes me laugh so 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Blanket Hog

“Babe you’re hogging the blankets..” “Well I’m sorry you are 80 feet tall!”

You wrap your arms around your knees tighter as you watch the snow collect and form a white blanket encompassing the backyard. The lights flicker on and off as you look over to Brendon sprawled out on the black leather sofa. His long frame takes up the entire length of couch, his body engulfed in a thick gray woven blanket that barely reaches his feet. The lights flicker once more and then fall into darkness as the power goes out. “Fuck, no… again?” he huffs as his movie flickers off. “Damn snow” he mutters. He stands up from the couch and warpes the blanket around him like a cape, noticing you as you wander over.

“God its freezing” you comment, rubbing your hands over your arms in reaction to the cold house chill.

“Mhmm its fucking freezing.”

You shuffle closer to him and he opens his arms up and lets you close to his body. He closes his arms embracing you in him and the blanket. With his arms wrapped around you, you indulge in the warmth of his body, as he hums an unrecognizable song as you stand there in his embrace.

“You know…” he interrupts his humming “We wouldn’t be so cold if you move in with me in LA..” A groans escapes your lips as you break his embrace and step back enough to study his face.

“Bren…” “Y/N..” he shrugs his shoulders back “I mean its not nearly as cold over there. Its 70 degrees today in LA.” He presses further, determined to convince you to move to LA with him. You sigh and pull your gaze to your feet and then back to his eyes, shaking you head at him “I thought we were done talking about that.”

You run your fingers through your hair, slightly agitated he is bringing it up again. You mutually decided a few months ago to wait before taking that big step. There was a lot to figure out before packing up your life and moving to LA. You would need to find a job over there, you would be leaving all your friends and family- probably resorting to only seeing them two or three times a year. You wanted to make sure it is 100 percent what he wants, and what's best for him. He is always writing and you don't want to be a distraction, but also he is gone for months out of the year so you would be left in the house alone. What happens if you move in and things fall apart, then you are left with nothing? There are many factoring questions that need to be answered and sorted out before relocating, and he knows this, but lately he has just been so adamant to discuss his fondness to have you move in with him.

“We did… but we also talked about you not stealing my clothes.” He twirls the white string of his black hoodie that is coating your body. He looks at your earnestly “I just really want you with me. And if you hate it and its awful we can come back here.” He continues to plead his case to you, not doing a poor job at charming you as he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

You sigh, knowing how badly he wanted this. “Bren..” you begin, intertwining your fingers with his “I want to live with you too, trust me. I want to wake up next to you every day and see you when I come home instead of seeing you on facetime. But I dont think you are really think about all the factors here babe. You want this for you- but your not thinking about how difficult this is going to be for me. Trust me- it will happen just wait a little longer, ok?” You give a sorrying smile, already tired of this conversation that you know will not stop for months until the time finally comes where you are ready to make the move.

“Fine.” he mutters, turning away from you and walking back toward the couch.

“Bren-”

“Nope, I don’t want to talk about it anymore” he shakes his head, collapsing in defeat on the couch redraping the blanket over him.

“So what… your just going to sit there and ignore me? Watch the paint on the walls dry?” You gander over to the couch, knowing full well he is hiding his smirk at your comment.

He sits and refuses to respond, letting the room exist solely in the sounds of the wind outside.

“Move over..” you instruct him as you raise the corner of the blanket from his body. He sighs and move his arm to drape the top of the sofa “C’mere”.  He opens his arms, enabling you to come lie down next to him. You grab the blanket and clutch it tightly, draping it over both of you.

“You’re hogging the blanket babe, my feet are freezing.” He whines, trying to pull the blanket farther to his feet.

“It's not my fault you are 80 feet tall.” you snuggle closer to him. He wraps his arms around you tighter.

“Ok fine.” He kisses the top of your head and strokes your hair sweetly. You enjoy the warmth of the blanket and from his body. Breaking the silence of the dark house he mutters “I just want you… I want this all the time.” You smile “.... I’ll bring my toothbrush next time we are in L.A.” He nestles his head in you neck, entangling his legs with yours “That’s a good start”.

I am probably the worst blanket hog there is... and not sorry about it haha. Thank you all for being so patient with me posting- I am dealing with a lot of shit right now at work and am struggling to find time to write and more post. Feels good when I get to get on here and see all your lovely messages and read some amazing writing. Thanks for all the requests- I have them on my list and will go through them as I can. Message me and lets chat about panic because I am probably driving all my friends crazy :) 

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Do you have any requests right now? Are you working on something? I can’t wait for more 😝

Oh well thankkkyouuu. I have requests in my inbox and I go through them as they come in. Next to post is probably camp part 3 and then back to requests. So please request and I will write it when it comes up in my inbox! ❤️❤️

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hi i know that wedding day one was sent to you/submitted by anon but wow that’s really cute do you mind if i also try to write it????? i won’t post it anywhere or write it at all if anyone doesn’t want me to but oh man i really wanna try :)

Omg yes! And if you do please tag me in it so I can read it!! 

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Request: Wedding Woes

IEYooooo, I just thought of this, but I thought you'd write it well: wedding day and Brendon’s bride is super nervous about like what if he doesn't really love her. Her bridesmaids kind of freak out and get Brendon and he comforts her from the other side of her dressing room door?????? Idk, I just thought it would be cute. You stand gazing into the long mirror. Your hair curled and pinned perfectly, your makeup simple and elegant, your earrings glistening and sparkling in the sunlight, your dress fitted like a glove- hugging your body in the most flattering ways. Your veil lay down your back just sweeping the bottom of your waist completing the look. Around you your bridesmaids pull and flatten your train as they remind you how beautiful you look. 

You take a slow and deep breath, smiling as an unsettling feelings swirls in your stomach. From the moment you laid your eyes on your frist bridal magazine you had dreamed of your wedding. The biggest moment of your life. This is it. Your wedding day. You are getting married. 

*Knock Knock* You turn to see your dad slowly open the door and poke his head in before welcoming himself in the room.  “Oh my Y/N” He steps into the room and over to you, placing his hand on your arm. His eyes weld with tears and his voice cracks softly- “When did you grow from my little girl to a beautiful woman?” You smile bashfully and look down at your engagment ring, spining it around your finger. The ring sparkled brilliantly in the light. Brendon picked it out perfectly. 

“You ready honey?” “I uh..” you clear your throat and shake your head “I just need a minute.”

Your dad gives your arm a gentle squeeze and nods, excusing himself from the room. 

“Y/N?” Your maid of honor cautiously asks as she stands up from your side. You close your eyes - your thoughts swirling rapidly. You t urn around and look again in themirror, watching a tear escape and slowly trail down your cheek. You close your eyes and breath in and out, in and out, slowly and purposefully. Your maid of honor sweeps her thumb across your cheek catching the tear. “Stay here, dont move”. She proceeds to coral the remaining bridesmaids and leads them outside, leaving you alone, looking in the mirror. You gaze at your reflection at the delicate “B” necklace hanging around your neck and smile, feeling another tear creep onto your cheek. 

Everything was perfect. The dress, hair, shoes, venue, even the bridesmaids dresses which were saved from near catastrophe from being a banana yellow to their intended gold. It was all perfect- from the first stitich to the last flower petal. And yet... here you stand. A pit of worry sinking deeper and deeper in your stomach. You hear footsteps and your maid of honor opens the door. 

“Hey- come here...”

You glance at her questioningly and step down from the dressing pedestal and walk toward her. Before leaving the doorway she stops you, holding your shoulders and turning you around. She guides you backwards until your back lay against the door-frame.

“Babe?” you hear Brendon from the opposite side of the doorway as your maid of honor walks away to give you a minute.  “Bren?” you smile as you hear his voice- a calming sensation flooding your body.  “You ok?” “Mhmmm....” you choke as tears being to creep back from your eyes.  “Hun I can hear you’re not.”

An awkward silence falls. “Is it me? Because I didn't plan on getting a getaway car..” You chuckle wiping the tear from your eye before it has the chance to fall. “No no oh my god no Bren.” you reassure him.  “So what is it?” Without seeing him, back to back separated by the doorway, you can hear in his voice his earnest concern.  “Im just....  It’s just a lot to take in. All the people and the hype. What if I trip, or forget my vows? I... Im just nervous.” “Well I can help with that” From the corner of your eye appears Brendon’s arm reaching behind him with a steel flask her shakes- you can only assume he has some strong whisky in there. You shake your head, a small chuckle escaping your lips. Of course he would have his show flask on hand. You grab the flask and take a big sip, letting the liquor burn as it cruises down your throat. Screwing the cap back on you place it back in Brendon’s hand. He returns the flask to his jacket pocket. You breathe heavy looking down at your ring- shining brilliantly around your delicate finger.  “God I’m so fucking nervous” “Just keep your eyes on me as you walk down the aisle. Nothing else matters. The church could catch on fire, the priest could run out mid ceremony, heck Aunt Jackie could bring back the family fued from Thankgiving 2016. The only thing that matters is us. Focus on me. Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

He reaches around the doorway and strokes his hand down your arm until her reaches your hand, enveloping it in his. “I love you. Every single day. I love you more than I did yesterday, and I’ll love you more tomorrow than today. And every day and promise to work harder to be the man you deserve.”

You stand there together, in short silence separated by the thin door-frame. You squeeze his hand and smile.  “We should probably get going or people are going to think we bailed” he jokes, causing you to chuckle. As Brendon starts to walk away you quickly re-grab his hand. “Wait!” He goes back to the doorway.  “The next time I see you I will be Ms. Urie” you smile. 

“I've waited my whole life for that.” God I’m such a fucking romantic. Write me comments and messages- I love talking to you guys and hearing what you think. Part 3 for Camp is coming soon I promise! 

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Yooooo, I just thought of this, but I thought you'd write it well: wedding day and Brendon’s bride is super nervous about like what if he doesn't really love her. Her bridesmaids kind of freak out and get Brendon and he comforts her from the other side of her dressing room door?????? Idk, I just thought it would be cute.

Ummmmm this idea is so fucking adorable. Posting today!!Thanks :)  

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In one of the recent interviews Brendon said how he proposed. They were lying in bed and i guess it was really late at night and he was leaving in the morning for the tour so he looked at her and said he wanted to marry her. It wasn’t really a question it was a demand really hahah she asked him if he was drunk he was but he said he will remember in the morning and he did.. so that is proposal story of Brendon and Sarah

Do you know what interview it was?

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Bren + Sarah Proposal?

Does anyone know the story of how Brendon proposed to Sarah? I was thinking about it yesterday and googled but can’t find it anywhere??? My little heart need answers

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Camp Wilkemon- Part 2

Twigs snap beneath your feet as you walk through the overgrown forest tot the bonfire. The night before the campers arrive was traditionally the staff campfire; Mariana probably knew about it, and knew that it was just an excuse for everyone to get drunk, but she for whatever reason let it slide and assumed complete obliviousness toward the tradition. She probably figured it was best to let everyone get it out of their system before the camp season starts, plus she probably also knows you would all do it anyways regardless of her resistance.

You and Nicole trudged through the thick, overgrown, and buggy woods- hiking under some fallen trees following the sparce markers the staff from years ago left along the trail. You eventually reach the clearing, as the break in the trees exposes the sky- so blue and full of stars twinkling and illuminating. In front of you grows an enormous bonfire: sparks flying in all directions and accompanied by the sound of the crackling wood. The bonfire has been built up over the years- the piles of ash from drunken summers past.

“Y/N!!!”

You look around and pot your friend Spencer from across the other side of the fire. You grab Nicole and head over to envelop him in a big hug. He hands you a cold beer and greets Nicole similarly. You take a sip of the beer- letting the cool shitty college grad beer flow go down like high quality Grey Goose.

“So what have you been up to all year?” you excitingly ask Spencer.

“Not too much- just school, pissing my mom off playing drums all day- the usual. I actually want...”

Spencer continued on, and as interested as  you were to catch up with him you couldn’t stop thinking about that guy at the staff meeting. He’s got to be around here somewhere? You nod along as Spencer’s story becomes muffled chatter- your mind occupied while your eyes wandered the crowd searching.

“seen him Y/N?”

You fix your eyes back on Spencer- him and Nicole looking at you questioningly.

“Uh.. sss....sorry what?”

“Have you seen Ryan around?”

“Oh no... not yet- he came back this summer right?”

Ryan has worked at the camp as long as you have- you guys actually started as co-counselors and became pretty instant friends. He kept to himself for the most part- truly coming out in his writing. His songs exposed a whole hidden side to himself and the last year or so he was head staff for songwriting and composition.

“Yeah, we drove in late today and missed the meeting. We actually convinced our friend Bren-”

“EYYYY SPENCE!!!”

You hear shouts coming from deeper in the woods and as the shouts grow louder you can start to make out Ryan coming out of the woods with Brendon. As they come closer, the smell of pot accompanied them. The two sloppily make their way out of the woods over to the group. Brendon, with a beer in one hand, slings his arm around Spencer’s shoulder- practically leaning on him for support. “Y/N, Nicole!!! Welcome back!” Ryan drunkenly slurs as he wraps his arms around you and Nicole. He pulls away and slaps Spencer softly on the cheek. Ryan may be quiet- but you get some booze in that kid and he can get… quite animated. You pull yourself up straighter, trying to hide your gaze as your eyes move up Brendon from his black vans up to his bright, wide, drunken smile. Putting your your best flirty expression you take a sip and look toward Brendon. “Brandon, right?” you ask full knowing his name was Brendon. But you didn’t want to come across and too interested or obsessive- even though your eyes and smile were doing a pretty poor job of that already. He tilts his head back a little, a wide grin blooming on his face before he chuckled-

“Close enough haha. It’s Brendon- or you can call me Bren.”

You are grateful for the booze in your system and the heat from the fire that already made your cheeks flushed, hiding the natural bashful flush they exposed. You hold up your beer as a toast and fix your eyes with his, smiling as you chuckle,

“Okay Bren. Welcome to camp.”

The 5 of you sloppinly clang cans and toasted to the upcoming summer. The remainder of the night you spent catching up with all the friends from summers past. Brendon, Ryan, and Spencer were absent from most of the fire- assumably taking hits in the woods. Toward the end of the night you and Nicole had joined some other counselors around the fire, sitting on broken logs circling the dwindling flames. The night air carries a slight chill, and despite the warmth radiating from the fire, you find yourself shivering slightly. You pull your knees in toward your chest and clasp your hands around them. You hear a rattling coming from the woods and turn your head slightly enough so you can see behind you the 3 guys coming over toward the group. They polo themselves around the fire- Ryan sprawling out on the shortest log so he can watch the stars above- which have grown brighter and brighter as the fire grew dimmer and dimmer. Ryan is so high at this point he probably doesn’t even realize they are stars as he lays quietly counting “one firefly, two fireflies, three fireflies”. Spencer slides next to Nicole kicking her leg out of the way to clear his place to sit. You look up and warmly smile as Brendon’s long legs stretch over the log and he plops himself next to you. The dim glow from the dying flames illuminate his face with a soft orange glow, his sharp jaw cutting a shadow. The sparks of the fire danced in his dark and rich eyes. He takes the last sip of his drink and puts the empty can in the dirt by his shoes against the log. You feel the cool breeze against your back and hug your knees in closer to your chest in an attempt to squeeze in any remaining body heat. He sits with his legs spread apart and his arms on his knees, twiddling his fingers between his legs. As you watch the fire slowly die you rest your chin on your knees, then turn and rest your cheek on your knees and look up at Brendon. “So… what made you come this year? Spence said he has been asking you for a while?” “Got tired of Spense whining about it” He chuckles with a wide open mouth, causing you to consequently grin. “Haha no I just figured I’d get to hang out with my friends, make some cool music, meet new people… Idk I just wanted to get out you know?” “Well then you definitely came to the right place”. You grab the sleeves of your thin blue long sleeve top and pull them farther down your arm- covering as much skin from the cool breeze as you could. Brendon noticed you shivering slightly and a subtle concern grew on his face. “Here… here take my sweatshirt” Brendon begins to take off his faded gray sweatshirt.

“No no don’t worry about it- I’ll survive haha” “Y/N its no biggie your freezing. Here…” Brendon takes of his sweatshirt, smoothing his now exposed tshirt underneath. You pull the oversized hoodie over your body, which swallowed you whole as it encompassed your frame. You pulled the extra fabric of the sleeves into your hands and crossed your arms legging the sweatshirt envelope you. It smelt like a comforting mix of smoke and woods. “You guys ready to head out? You know there is no way Mariana is letting us sleep any later than 7 tomorrow. Got to be ready to wake up and handle some demon children” Nicole says as she stands up from her log, dragging Spencer with her. You yawn and nod;  the 3 of you follow Nicole out of the woods grabbing Ryan from his “firefly” counting trip. Impressively he got to about 75. As you reach the part of the trail that separates into two pathways, one going to the girls camp and one to the guys, you grab the bottom of the sweatshirt to begrudgingly return it to its owner. “No no don't worry about it” Brendon stops you as the other guys head off toward their cabins. “You can just give it back to me tomorrow”

“You sure?”

“Yeah of course- I’ll see you at breakfast?”

“Yeppp see you tomorrow. Bye Bren.”

You both turn around to head to your respective cabins, as Brendon stops walking and turns around, slowly walking backwards as he yells back to you “Plus… I think my sweatshirt looks pretty good on you.”

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Underappreciated.

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Speachless

I am just getting back from the concert now and I will write a full post later this week- but I can’t explain how I feel right now. This was my first opportunity to see them and I have loved them for 14 years. Their music has been with me through some amazing times but also through some fucked up shit. Being surrounded by so much love and hearing those songs that mean the world to me in person was unforgettable. I don’t really know to explain it other than euphoric. And I am incredibly proud to be a panic fan ❤️

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Camp Wilkemon- Part 1

The sun beats down on your shoulder and you take a deep breath of the sweet grass that covers the ground below your feet. The blades of grass blow gently with the breeze that cools your skin against the hot sun. You sling your beaten down red duffle bag over your shoulder, closing the car door behind you. Looking up, a smile grows across your face as engraved in the old weathered wooden sign “Camp Wilkemon”. 

This is going to be your 3rd year as a counselor at Camp Wilkemon. Camp Wilkemon is a specialty camp for music- singing, dancing, producing- you name it, the camp has it. It gives the campers the experience of getting their hands filled with instruments and sheet music and honing in on their craft all summer. You were one of the lucky few to be chosen to be a counselor at the camp- which consisted of a long interview process, skills test, ect. You were hired 2 years back as a counselor specializing in music composition and sound editing. Your life was always fueled by music- your dad was a music producer so you grew up in the industry. 

Everything about the camp season was absolute bliss. From joking around with the campers, singing at the infamous campfires, early morning breakfast woes- it was all amazing- but most importantly the friendships and bonds you made with the staff kept you coming back every season. Counselors would trickle in and out from year to year, but for the most part the staff remaining pretty consistent.  After saying some initial hellos and reuniting with friends, you throw your bag in your cabin and make your way over to the staff hall. Nicole, one of the bass specialty counselors, sees you walk in to the small wooden staff office and waves you over to the seat she has been saving for you. The office has chunks of paint missing from the walls , and the floors creaked and bent as you walked over them. Like the rest of the camp, the years and ware were evident- but the dilapidated and worn state of the camp gave it character. The old woods and busted canoes told a story of summers past.  “Y/N!!!” Nicole screams as she pulls you into a tight hug and sways you back and forth. She pulls away looking at you with an excited grin, examining your face as if she hasnt seen you in years. “How have you been! God it’s been too long”  “I’m good! Finally done with school thank god haha” you chuckle. 

“Are you still thinking about going to Berkeley next year? They have a killer music program.” “Yeah probably.. that’s the plan for now. Still planning on jumping in a van and playing bass across the country like a hobo?”

“Yep- called me Nomad Nicole: the traveling gypsy.” 

You playfully shove her arm as she laughs, looking around at the staff slowly filling in the seats around you. 

“Shay said they hired a bunch of new staff this year. Fingers crossed some are hot” she says, looking at you winking while crossing her fingers- waving them in the air. 

You shoot Nicole a questioning look “Doesn’t matter- you know Mariana's camp policy- no dating the staff” “Yeah yeah yeah” Nicole groans, rolling her eyes and slumping down into her seat. As you part your lips to continue the conversation, Mariana- the camp director, calls everyone to attention from the front of the office. Mariana started the camp years ago- and although her short and stout facade may be deceiving- she was not the woman to mess with. 

“HELLO HELLO STAFF and welcome to a new camp season!”  Shouts and claps grow as Mariana settles the crowd. “Ok ok we have a great summer ahead of us with a bunch of amazing kids excited to work with all of you guys. All session information is in the staff packets by section so please check over the schedule when you get a chance. You’ll notice this year we have added an end of the year concert for the kids. Each unit will put together a performance and then family and friends will be invited to watch- so keep that in mind... let’s see...”

Mariana went on and on (as she usually did) about policy and procedure. Nicole would gently nudge you every few minutes to wake you up. 

“And that is why the kids can not touch the sound equipment. .. I think that’s about it. I am very happy to welcome back so many returning staff members, and welcome some new staff joining us this year. When I call your name please stand up and let everyone know who you are.”

Mariana began announcing all the new staff. You loved having new staff every year- it kept the vibe from getting stale. There are 2 new staff for composition and editing who you definitely are a little skeptical of. I mean... one is wearing a Nickleback tshirt and you truly question if he is wearing it ironically or not. New percussion staff, new dance staff (who were always so competitive within each other), and the list continued. 

“And finally Brendon Urie, who will be working as a vocal counselor and probably helping out with guitar need be..”

“Damn” Nicole laughed, disrupting your zoned out focused on your shoes. You look toward the front and in the 3rd row this guy stands up slowly. And she was right- damn. You eyes widen as he turns around, flashing an incredibly magnetizing smile. His loose dark hair fell disheveled across his face, but as he brushed his fingers back through his hair- exposing his eyes- his dark eyes glistened and caught the light. You smile noticing his vintage Queen tshirt- distressed and worn hanging loosely around his thin frame. He gave a quick wave to the staff and for a second his eyes met yours. You smile as you continue to study him- shooting him a quick but welcoming grin as he turns around and sits back down. 

Mariana continues her rant, rattling off her ending thoughts. Nicole nudges you, and you look to see her giving you a subtle smirk. 

“Looks like it’s going to be a fun summer” 

You turn your attention back toward the front and watch as Brendon’s hair swoops back as he turns his head back to look at you. 

“I’m thinking this is going to be a summer to remember.” 

Get ready for a summer long multi-part story. I have a lot of characters to introduce and.. well... its going to be quite the steamy summer ;) The story is set before Panic starts- so the reader and Brendon (as well as the other counselors) are at the end of high school age wise. Thank you thank you for the requests - I will be posting soon my upcoming story list! Also anyone going to the concert Friday definitely message me