Sleep Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6
Columbus Ink -Ro
I’m Home
Guillotine
Tyler Joseph
Are You Looking To Be Punished?(smut)
Broke Down
Proposal
Don’t Piss Me Off
2 More Weeks
Truth or Dare
Easter Fun (smut)
Couch
Food Fight (poly)
Hair Dye (poly)
Perfect Only Last So Long Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4 (smut)/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12/ Part 13/ Part 14/ Part 15/ Part 16/ Part 17/ Part 18/ Part 19/ Part 20/ Part 21/ Part 22/ Part 23
Football Game (smut)
Saved
Meeting The Joseph’s (poly)
Broseph (Brother sister fic)
Instagram Post (poly)
Depressed Daughter (Dad fic)
Nightmare
Watch That Man -Ro (poly)
Truce
House Of Gold
Baseball Bat (poly)
Josh’s Sister
Teacher
Panic at the disco
Brendon Urie
Scars Part 1/ Part 2
Periscope
The Uries (poly)
New York Part 1/ Part 2
Meeting The Families
Birthday Surprise (poly)
Out Of Shape (poly) -Ro
Rules Of Affection -Ro
Viva Las Vegas -Ro
Bump In The Ny-ght -Ro
Gay Talk -Ro
Radio Ga Ga -Ro
[Fuck A] Needy Girlfriend (smut) -Ro
Baby Urie (poly) Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3
Vampire Money -Ro Part 1/ Part 2 (Coming Soon)
Vacation (poly)
Runner
End of All Things
Pictures Last Longer (poly)
Dallon Weekes
Shorty
My chemical romance
Gerard way
She Deserves The World
Drunken Daughter (Dad fic)
Birthday (smut)
Loopy Daughter (Dad fic)
Sneaky Daughter (Dad Fic)
Frank Iero
Late Night
Panicked Daughter (Dad fic)
Multi-fandom
Inferno -Ro Preview/ Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11
Drag Me Down -Ro (Possible part 2)
Love Her Madly Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12/ Part 13/ Part 14/ Part 15/ Part 16/ Part 17/ Part 18/ Part 19/ Part 20/ Part 21/
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Summary: I’m on my tip toes, trying to see past my ego. Reaching for something more than this feeling of being important. Leaving my heart behind is bleeding, but my pride is screaming. My future will listen to me, listen to me.
Warning: I wanted to write angst, but this came out. IDK how to label it. Listen to tip toes by half alive while reading. issa long one
Summary: I’m on my tip toes, trying to see past my ego. Reaching for something more than this feeling of being important. Leaving my heart behind is bleeding, but my pride is screaming. My future will listen to me, listen to me.
Warning: I wanted to write angst, but this came out. IDK how to label it. Listen to tip toes by half alive while reading. issa long one
Y/n had not dated much. Actually, she did not start looking for a relationship until her freshman year of college. By then there weren’t many people she talked to and considered a friend; therefore, the idea of dating someone, being close to someone that was not her friend, did not pique her interest. Around the time she met Brendon and Sarah, she had lost all hope in a romantic relationship. It almost seemed too good to be true, a truly happy relationship seemed unattainable.
This feeling came in waves, making her feel nauseous like she was on a boat in a hurricane. It became truly difficult to accept a happy reality that ended in kids of her own and a husband or wife, but she knew it was just about impossible. Her best friends were a married couple and a gay man (who was also in a happy relationship), they always rooted for her. But they didn’t understand, she was a twenty-something-year-old who had no idea how to even kiss someone. Everyone always told her (especially her friends) that it was admirable that she held out for so long like she was waiting for the right person or something.
In other words, y/n would describe herself as the biggest virgin on earth, and it genuinely was from a lack of trying.
It almost felt as if her own future didn’t belong to her.
Some days were better than others, just like the day Sarah asked her to come to hang out at her house. y/n had just gotten done with finals, so she had basically a month of sitting around and waiting for the Spring semester to finally start. Sarah and Brendon cuddled on the couch, y/n on the chair in the corner of the room actually watching the movie and trying to not pay attention to the couple that was no doubt finger banging each other under the blanket they shared.
“I think I should go,” y/n said, “I have to work in the morning so I can’t stay up too late.” She stretched her arms and legs when she got up from the chair. Sarah seemed to be frightened out of a daze when she looked up at her friend.
“Oh, okay!” Sarah chirped, pushing Brendon away from her, “Do you want me to walk you out?”
y/n shook her head, “no thanks, I’m fine.”
“Well… I’ll see you later?” Sarah asked. Y/n didn’t really want to. It wasn’t that she didn’t like hanging out with them, they always made her feel lonely. And sad. But mostly lonely.
“I don’t know, I have a busy week at the hospital; I will text you when I get time,” y/n said before bidding the couple goodbye and leaving the house.
Sarah looked at her husband, who had gotten entranced by the movie in the five minutes since he was trying to sneak his hand into her pants. “You are such an idiot.”
“What did I do?”
-
Y/n got home that night very confused about her feelings. Her brain was spiraling out of control with delusions of being married and having someone who would dote on her the same way Brendon did Sarah. At the same time, she never really paid attention to them behind the scenes, so maybe they’re dysfunctional and she never saw it.
That didn’t make sense, if she knew one thing about the couple, it was that they talked about everything. And Sarah told her everything, every fight they had, Sarah would go to y/n’s apartment and sit until Brendon sulked his way over.
Every time she thought about the couple, she got a weird sensation of butterflies in her stomach.
No, she thought, I am not developing a stupid crush just because I’m sad and lonely.
That night she couldn’t sleep; it didn’t help that she knew she did have work in the morning and the hospital was unforgiving when the lab techs were late. By the time she finally stopped swimming in her thoughts, she had dreams of her friends, holding her hand and kissing her on the forehead.
It was 6 AM before she knew it, and she had to get up and get ready for work.
Hopefully, tea would help wake her up before she got to work and did a piss poor job.
-
Y/n had never been more appreciative of the hospital. She had fond memories of staying there, almost dying, meeting so many different doctors that she just didn’t have it in her to leave.
Sarcasm, that was the key to understanding her outlook on life. Constant use of sarcasm.
But she would be lying if she said that today, and every day for the past week, she was so glad they had a week full of emergencies and a trip planned for a conference with Lab Technologists across the country. This trip would take her to Boston and all she could think of was the idea of seeing every museum she could for one full week and going to a conference full of people who had a thorough understanding of microbiology and hematology. It was almost enough to make her come in her jeans.
What she did not appreciate, was Brendon coming to visit her while she was supposed to be working. She had just gotten a lab sample to test for any drug she could when Brendon waltzed in with In N Out in his hand. He greeted her with a hug and handed her the bag.
“Sarah is at work,” he sighed, “she doesn’t get a lunch today because she’s busy or something, so I thought I’d visit my bestie.” She was too distracted to notice what he was saying. Brendon tried to call her name, the third time she snapped.
“What do you want?” she half yelled, looking away from her specimen.
Brendon looked taken aback; he didn’t even know how to reply when he has never seen her so angry before. Her coworker, a younger man by the name of Jeremy Ren, looked up from his microscope and stepped over to her area.
“L/n, you go take your lunch break, I’ll take care of this shotgun,” he took the test tubes and brought them back to his microscope with him, still eyeing the two.
She scoffed and stomped out, ditching her lab coat at the door. She led Brendon to the hospital cafeteria and sat down with him in the corner.
“What’s wrong? You usually aren’t so…” Brendon trailed off, “Are you still being overworked? Have you talked to your boss about time off?”
Y/n shook her head, “I’m just… fine, I’m fine.” Internally, she cringed. If she talked to him about it, maybe she could resolve the war she had inevitably put herself into.
But the idea of not telling him anything was far more appealing. Nothing had to change.
“Are you sure? You look tired, have you been sleeping?” He reached over and grabbed her hand, tracing his thumb over her knuckles.
God, Brendon, she thought, Stop being so caring, it’s not helping my situation. She pulled her hand away and tucked it under her pants. This couldn’t happen. She did everything she could to give herself a reason not to develop a stupid crush on the man in front of her. She could only come up with two.
1. He’s married to her best friend
2. He definitely wouldn’t see her the same way
Number two made her heart bleed. Not literally, she knew the severity of an actual bleeding heart, she worked in a hospital for Christ’s sake. But if she were to imagine the pain, this would be it.
“I’m just… excited for this trip to Boston next week,” she confessed. It wasn’t a lie by any means, she stayed up all night a month ago when she heard she was going on the trip, planning what she wanted to pack. This didn’t change the stare he had on the table where her hand used to be, and his hand still sat.
“Oh, that is coming up, isn’t it?” he put a smile on his face, trying to quickly recover from whatever feeling he felt. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit off today. We haven’t seen you all week, we miss you at the house.”
She frowned. There was an impulsive need in her to put her hand back and comfort him. But she knew she shouldn’t do it because she knew it would only make her feel worse.
“I’ve been busy with work, had a lot of emergencies and stuff,” she explained, “I’m free this weekend, I’ll try to come over before I leave for the airport on Sunday.” That was not what she wanted to say, why did she say that?
“Sounds like a plan!” he seemed happy with that suggestion though, so maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about. “How has your week been, then? What kinda emergencies did you get?”
She and Brendon talked for a while, she told him about the guy who came in with necrotic tissue on his arm from heroin, and he told her about his charity live stream and how proud he was of everyone who donated.
Watching him so happy as he explained what happened, she felt herself swooning. They sat in silence for a few moments after he finished speaking, both focused on eating their food. One of the surgical nurses walked passed them with a smile on her face.
“Y/n, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” Brendon smirked and opened his mouth to explain that they weren’t a couple, but the nurse continued on, “you’re always going on about how lonely you are! It’s nice to see you’re finally getting out there.” Y/n’s eyes were wide, and a blush crept across her cheeks.
“Uh… thank you, Andrea,” she said with a shaky voice.
“So proud of you, my dear,” Andrea smiled brightly t the two before she walked away, bidding them goodbye.
“You’re lonely?” Brendon asked when Andrea was out of earshot.
y/n couldn’t speak as she stared at her fries, the only response she gave was a small nod.
“Why are you lonely? You never date… or expressed a desire… to date.” Damn you, Sarah, she thought, that was supposed to be a secret.
“well… lately, it’s been a bit different,” she sighed, “I’m almost 30, I’ve never been on a real date or…. Done anything, really. I thought I’d at least have a boyfriend by now.” That was easier to get off her chest than she thought.
“You’ve never done anything? Not even like… a kiss?” Brendon knew he was badgering her now, but this was so unbelievable to him. She was so smart and beautiful; how could anyone look passed her?
She shook her head, eyes still on the fries that were no longer steamy, “Can we drop it please?”
Brendon took in the shakiness to her tone and decided to drop it like she asked. This topic would definitely come up later with Sarah, though. He had so many more questions.
When they parted ways after lunch, Brendon couldn’t hold back a smile as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed harder than she had at lunch when she said bye to him. No one, besides her parents and grandparents, had ever kissed her on the cheek.
She kind of liked it.
-
Sarah told Brendon everything he wanted to know. She didn’t know why, at first, but he explained what happened during lunch.
“But you can’t badger her or make her feel bad,” Sarah emphasized, “She always felt self-conscious about it, even after we became friends.” Brendon understood, even though he never had to deal with stuff like that. He had lost his virginity early on, and everything just came naturally after that.
“I would never.”
-
“So, what’s with you never dating anyone?” He had promised not to pry, but now it was late at night in y/n’s apartment and he had more than a few drinks in his system. Sue him, he wanted to hang out and she brought out the wine.
“I just… don’t do it?” y/n had a few drinks in her too, the wine was making her feel like being truthful. If she were sober, she wouldn’t be telling hi anything, but maybe she needed to get it off her chest? Drunk y/n thought so, anyway. “I didn’t get my first boyfriend until my freshman year of college, and before that, I only had minor flings with girls from my school. I don’t know, dating always makes me anxious.”
“And you’ve never done anything?” He knew her answer already. This was beginning to get repetitive and even drunk y/n was fed up with it.
“Why do you keep asking that?”
“Because it’s… it’s so rare! You’re like a unicorn!” he laughed at his comparison. She shook her head, she felt kind of offended, but she knew what he was saying. He hadn’t meant it to be an insult at all, he was kind of proud of her, even with pressures that a woman date and be married by her age, she didn’t feel that. She was unabashedly herself.
He didn’t know what came over him when he opened his mouth next, “I mean, I can always help you.”
y/n looked into his eyes, and she swore that if she were a meme, she would have question marks floating around her head. “What?”
“I mean if you ever want your first kiss… or something else… I can always help you,” he didn’t know why he was saying it, but he couldn’t help but offer. The offer was outlandish, yes, but he knew Sarah would be alright with it. She had mentioned before how much she liked y/n, in a more than platonic way.
Before this whole topic came up, Brendon was planning on asking her to be their third, if she wanted to be. However, she told him she hadn’t dated someone very seriously.
“But… wh- h- Sarah?” y/n was blushing, her face and ears were bright red. This was not how she expected this to go.
“She would want to do the same thing, she has a thing for you,” drunk Brendon was an honest Brendon, apparently, “was gonna ask you if you wanted to go on a date with us the other day but obviously I didn’t.”
Y/n didn’t know what to say. Like, of course, he had to do this when she was drunk and couldn’t very well keep her thoughts to herself.
“Um…. Are you asking me now if I want to go on a date with you and Sarah?” y/n asked.
“Well, that wasn’t my first question,” Brendon leaned closer, and cupped her face with his left hand, “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He continued leaning in, slowly but surely. He waited for her to protest; when she didn’t say anything, he finally connected their lips. If he were to compare all of his other kisses to the one right then, she wouldn’t be the worst. She was inexperienced, but her lips were soft and tasted like peppermint from her seasonal chapstick.
When she pulled away, he almost chased after her.
For the rest of the night, he explained the logistics of kissing, and eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch after he went on the the longest tangent on what kind of guitar he would get now that his “cream dream" was gone.
-
She left for Boston after saying goodbye to Brendon or Sarah. She had also talked to Robert (her other best friend) the day before the trip; he yelled at her for not telling him right away about everything that had been happening. To be genuinely honest, she needed this vacation after her night with Brendon.
It was a relief when Brendon left in the morning after they had kissed. The memory of her first kiss still burned in the back of her mind, but she didn’t want to focus on that. Right now, it was her time to relax.
That was until Brendon texted her asking what hotel she was at. She told him, just assuming he wanted to make sure she got there safe. Why would she think anything else?
She should have thought of something else. Now she was sitting in her room, scrolling through the TV when she heard the knock at the door.
He didn’t, she thought, please tell me he didn’t.
She opened the door and saw the couple standing in front of her with giant smiles on their faces.
He did.
“what are you doing here?” she said instead of greeting them.
Sarah let herself in, “we wanted to surprise you! You’ve wanted this vacation for a while, and we thought you’d want company!”
She really didn’t want company, but she put a smile on her face anyway.
-
After spending the whole week with Brendon and Sarah, y/n was exhausted. She only got a real break from the two when she was at the conference. They had both wished her luck that morning and went back to giggling under the blankets of their shared bed.
Now she was back in Los Angeles, and she was so fucking happy to go back to normal.
However, they didn’t necessarily go back to normal. Brendon spent a lot more time at her apartment than he used to. He started to initiate cuddling, press kisses to her cheek and hairline, and hugging her more than he used to. She started to see more of Sarah, as well. She did it more subtly. She bought y/n drinks and take her to fancy restaurants, surprises her with jewelry and takes her shopping, anything really.
All y/n wanted was for one of them to say something.
And when she least expected it, Brendon did.
“Have you ever wanted to lose your virginity?” Brendon asked during a movie one day. y/n shrugged, she couldn’t say she was surprised, she knew he would ask eventually.
“I guess,” she sighed, “its just not something I really let myself think about. I never thought anyone would… y’ know, want to. And I’m 28, no one wants to date a virgin at my age.”
“Don’t say that,” he took her hand in his. Recently, it had been his sign of comfort to lace his fingers with hers and rub his thumb along the back, “I already told you, me and Sarah love you…”
y/n couldn’t look up at him, she only stared at her fingers. She didn’t say anything, either.
“you never answered, you know,” he whispered, “let us take you on one date. A fancy restaurant, or a movie, whatever makes you least anxious.”
y/n shook her head. The feeling of drowning, even before saying yes, was obvious. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and had to remind herself how to focus on the feeling of his hand in hers.
“or, we can keep it low key, not label it… just the three of us?”
“um… okay..” y/n thought, “no labeling, just… just us. Let’s go see the new Jumanji.”
“That sounds perfect,” Brendon smiled down at y/n.
Summary: And I will stay up through the night, yeah, let’s be clear, won’t close my eyes. And I know that I can survive, I’ll walk through fire to save my life.
A/n: yes, bitch, I actually wrote an entire 2 parter in 3 days
Summary: And I will stay up through the night, yeah, let's be clear, won't close my eyes. And I know that I can survive, I'll walk through fire to save my life.
A/n: yes, bitch, I actually wrote an entire 2 parter in 3 days
Part 1
Y/n did not wake up for another few hours. The nurse said she was going to take a little while, but Brendon did not expect it to take this long. After they placed the chest tube, Brendon got her moved to a private so he and Sarah could stay the night. Zack had left hours ago with his wife and had promised to come back in the morning. He kissed y/n on the forehead before he walked with Kala out of the room.
“We should go to sleep, baby,” Brendon told Sarah, who had been sitting and staring at their sleeping girlfriend.
“I’m okay, go ahead and go to sleep,” she whispered. She reached a hand out and wrapped her fingers around y/n’s hand.
-
When y/n woke up, her eyes burned from the bright light shining into the… hospital room?
Suddenly yesterday came back in full detail, and she remembered the intense pain she felt in her side and now it wasn’t. There was a tube coming out of her, though. That wasn’t pleasant to wake up to when all she wanted to do was stretch her achy muscles. A nurse came in smiling, noticing the girl who had just woken up.
“Hiya, trooper!” she greeted quietly. Y/n was about to ask why she was being so quiet when she noticed Brendon asleep on a comfy looking couch. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. “Your friend left to get coffee and made me promise to keep an eye on you,” the nurse explained, “these two stayed with you all day and night.”
“Can you- can you wake him up please?” y/n asked, her voice was sort of hoarse from the amount of time she was asleep. The nurse nodded and walked up to where Brendon was asleep on the couch. She gently coaxed him out of sleep, telling him that his friend was awake. Before y/n could blink, Brendon was up and at her side, taking her hand in his softly.
“You scared the shit out of all of us,” he whispered, “kind of hurt your point though, baby.”
She laughed lightly at his joke. However, she started to feel like a giant ass. She was yelling at him for trying to help her and she was not even grateful for said help.
“I’m so sorry, Brendon,” she sighed, bringing her hand up with his to lay a kiss on his knuckles, “I should not have yelled at you like that. I was being a grade A cunt.” He chuckled and shook his head. Before she knew it, he climbed into the hospital bed next to her (carefully, considering she had a tube sticking out of the side of her chest) and laid down. She rested her head on his chest as he got settled.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he reassured, “I didn’t take it to heart.”
-
A few hours later, Sarah had come back and cried when she saw y/n awake, and the doctor came in to speak to everyone.
“I saw that you had trauma to your side recently,” the doctor said, “and when you came in we requested a chest x-ray, its all pretty standard… but we noticed you have a broken rib, and that is the cause of your pneumothorax.”
Brendon and Sarah both tensed up, remembering the conversation they had the day y/n had gotten hurt.
“No one hit me hard enough to break a bone…”
“So the attack is the reason she had this… thing,” Brendon said out loud, solidifying everyone’s thoughts.
“The attack caused a broken rib, that later led to the pneumothorax,” the doctor reiterated.
Brendon shook his head and got up from the bed, both girls calling his name. He quickly left the room, head hung low, and his phone already taken out of his back pocket.
“Go stop him, Sarah,” y/n knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to make some kind of post, address the situation and tell off his fans.
That would out everyone, and that was no what y/n wanted.
-
Brendon reluctantly came back ten minutes later, after the doctor had left. He had explained the plan for recovery, how they were going to fix the rib that punctured her lung, and how this would affect her going forward. She was going home later that evening, as there wasn’t much else they could do. The rib would heal in due time (after they set it back in place), and he had said she had a small pneumothorax, so the chest tube was taken out.
Everyone was relieved the moment they stepped into the house. Y/n went immediately to the couch and laid down. Sarah said she would cook dinner (she really did not want to see her girlfriend in pain) and Brendon laid down next to her, pulling her into his chest and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
“I love you, so much,” he whispered, nosing at her neck, “don’t scare me like that again.” Y/n only nodded, her eyes shutting. Sarah walked in about thirty minutes later with y/n’s favourite food in her hands and saw the two sound asleep in each other’s arms.
She snapped a photo quickly, smiling at how soft they looked.
Brendon had not expected Sarah to take anything into her own hands, but when he woke up and saw thousands of notifications on his phone, he knew she had done something. The post was of the two of them (Sarah and Brendon) on a beach a couple years ago, the next slide was of her and y/n at a movie that he had insisted on taking because they both looked so amazing, and the last was of Brendon and y/n just an hour ago. The caption said: “We don’t like pictures with all three of us, apparently. Anyway, these two are the loves of my life and I hate seeing either one of them in pain. Today, both of them were in pain, and now I am too. Treat people with kindness, don’t do stupid shit. Thank you, have a good night.” Brendon looked down at y/n, sleeping soundly, and smiled. He kissed her forehead before getting up to find his wife.
She was sitting in the dining room with a cold bowl of soup in front of her, her phone in her hand. Brendon slid the bowl away from her and grabbed her phone. He slid it into his pocket before cupping her cheek to make her look at him.
“I love you, so fucking much,” he kissed her lightly.
heya ive been ghost reading most of y'alls stuff and I really like it I might drop suggestions or requests in every now and again (I come up with so many ideas) but i just wanted to say hi and that y'alls writing is great 🖤
Thank you, my dude! You are so sweet! Feel free to leave a request whenever!
Summary: I am like a rubber band until you pull too hard, I may snap and I move fast
A/n: don’t jinx it
Part 2
Brendon was not expecting the transition from two people in the same house to three people to be that difficult. He loved waking up, rolling over, smelling his wife’s hair when he buried his face in her neck and possibly getting a quick shag before he was getting up and heading to the studio to live stream the new video game he just found. Now that their third moved into the house, he did not really know how to mold his daily schedule around it.
He loved her, of course, he did. Sarah loved her too. It was just hard to transition from a queen-sized pillow top to a king size. There had been so much space in their room, and now it was just slightly smaller. He forgot what it was like to do dishes for more than two people and he never realized how much of a neat freak she was. They lost space in their closet and had to clear out a room for her office. She was always working, too. He never noticed just how much she typed during the day, doing research for her clients. She never told him exactly what she did, she only said that she was a researcher for an informational podcast and joked that he would not want to know what her search history looked like.
He missed her visits, when he was the center of attention and both girls would pay attention to him. Now, he was lucky to have breakfast and dinner with them.
He woke up this morning, he rolled over and sighed when he noticed both girls were not in bed with him. There was loud giggling in the kitchen that could be heard and the smell of bacon. Brendon did not think he could get up and dressed that fast, but he was out of the room in seconds.
“I love you, sweetheart,” y/n kissed Sarah’s cheek and turned toward the front door before she saw Brendon. He cleared his throat to get her attention. She paused and chuckled lowly.
“No goodbye for me?” he asked, a little dejected. She turned around and took in his sad expression, a frown on his lips and eyebrows scrunched together. y/n sauntered toward him and wrapped her arms around his abdomen, looking at his pouting lips. She kissed him softly and hugged him tighter.
“Thought you were asleep,” she answered, kissing him once again, “I have to go for a couple hours, I’ll be back before lunch.”
“Promise?” he looked her in the eye. She nodded, kissing him one more time before she let him go.
“Promise.”
-
He never opened up to his fans about his and Sarah’s third. Quite frankly, it was none of their business. That day on the live stream was no different, he started a game of Cuphead and decided to call it a day when he heard the front door open. He signed off after playing a song and ran off downstairs to greet y/n as soon as she saw him. However, it was not his lovely third that was at the door. Zack had made an unannounced visit, he heard Sarah talking to him in the kitchen.
“She’s okay, just a little flustered and bruised. She made me leave her work after I visited and said to warn you guys, she won’t be home until after lunch,” Zack had a somber tone to his voice, telling Sarah what he had heard from someone, “she just needs a little bit of time alone.”
Brendon did not outright enter the kitchen, wanting to hear what happened.
“Why did this happen? Who found out who she is?” Sarah asked. Oh shit.
“She was seen in a live stream and you know, the internet is a shit show,” Zack sighed, “They probably found her on Instagram or Facebook, found out where she works and followed her there.” Sarah popped her fingers, sitting in silence to take in everything being said to her.
“I’m glad she’s okay,” Sarah whispered, “I need to go sit down.” Brendon heard her footsteps coming closer, and quickly ducked into y/n’s office (it was right next to the kitchen.) She went to the master bedroom and closed the door quietly, not wanting to disturb Brendon’s live stream. He walked into the kitchen after he knew for sure Sarah was settled in the master bedroom. He noticed immediately that Zack had his head in his hands, leaning on the counter.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asked quietly, even though he had already put the puzzle pieces together in his head.
“y/n was mobbed at work this morning,” Zack sighed, “And now she’s questioning everything.”
Fuck.
-
“Why can’t I make a statement? They’re my followers!” Brendon was getting increasingly angry on the phone with his manager, “I am not letting people get away with fucking m-“
The front door opened, and y/n stepped into the house slowly. Sarah quickly stood up, taking at least two steps before crashing into her girlfriend in a bone-crushing hug. y/n winced, groaning at the sudden contact with her bruised ribs.
Sarah gasped, “I’m so sorry! We were just so worried when Zack told us we didn’t know what to do!” Sarah had tears streaming down her face, her eyes could not stay on one spot to save her life. y/n cupped her cheek and made her look up at him.
“I’m right here, I just needed some time to doctor myself,” y/n reassured her, “and if my lip weren’t so bruised, I would kiss you.” Sarah would have laughed if she were not so sad and angry. Sarah dragged y/n to the couch and made her lay down, cuddling up into her side when she knew y/n was in no pain.
“I’m gonna call you back, this is not over,” Brendon warned before hanging up. He got down on his knees next to the couch and gently stroked y/n’s hair, “Hey, baby.”
She smiled as much as she could with the swollen bottom lip, “hi, Brendon.”
“What happened, sweetheart? Are you sure you’re okay?” Brendon asked, his other hand came up to cup her face. He stroked his thumb lightly over the bruise on her cheekbone, “did you get checked out?”
y/n nodded to him, “no broken bones, just a lot of bruising. They said no one hit me hard enough to break a rib.” Brendon shook his head, feeling tears in his eyes as he watched her struggle to breathe without pain in her side. “Um… I was heading to work after I promised you, I’d be home before lunch…”
-
y/n got in her car with a smile on her face, thinking back on the moment she had just had with Brendon. She was excited to go home after she turned in all her papers on the Heaven’s Gate cult and Marshall Applewhite. Things started to go awry when she got to a red light about a block away from her office. She saw flashes of cameras coming from the car next to her. She could have sworn they were keeping up with her in the car.
No, she thought, this is not what’s happening. The public doesn’t know who I am.
She noticed the big crowd in front of her office, and she assumed someone really popular was going to guest star in the podcast being filmed. She parked in her usual spot and got out. She did not want to push her way through that crowd, so she decided to use the side door that spits her out into the hallway with her office.
She did not expect to be followed toward the door.
“Aren’t you y/n?” a young girl asked out loud but was promptly ignored. “Hey, answer the question!” an older man shouted. He was ignored too. Someone grabbed her arm and yanked her back, a tight grip that would no doubt bruise.
“Let go of me!” y/n shouted, twisting in the grip to try and get free, but slipped on a puddle in the slippery alley. She landed on her shoulder and elbow, a shooting pain went through her arm, “Shit.” Her head hit the ground and she felt pain in her lip and face. Someone else tried to get her up by grabbing her wrist, but there were so many people running toward her that the person let go of her arm. Suddenly, she was being kicked. Trampled by the sheer amount of people around her.
After a moment, one of her coworkers came out of the side entrance yelling, “If y’all don’t scatter quick, I’m calling the cops for trespassing!” She shut her eyes when she felt the pressure ease up from around her. Her coworker, a southern man by the name of Michael, got her up off the ground and into the building before anyone came back. He made sure to lock the door and called for the secretary, an elderly woman name Dorris who hailed from Quebec and had a beautiful French accent, to lock the front and back doors before anyone walked in.
“What happened?” y/n groaned. Her entire body felt like it was on fire.
“I don’t know, hun, let’s get you to the break room and I’ll clean you up,” Michael pulled her along as Dorris swore under her breath in French.
“Call Zack,” y/n grunted when she tried to reach behind her and noticed her phone was not in her pocket, “oh god. My phone is still out there.”
Michael quickly called for Dorris, telling her to look for y/n’s phone in the alley. She heard a loud gasp, and Dorris continued to swear in French as she walked back to the break room with a lump of metal that used to be a phone.
“Désolé,” she said, with the broken phone in her hands, “it’s broke, ma belle.” The screen was completely cracked, she must have fallen on it when she tripped.
“Michael, Zacks number is on my desk,” y/n said, trying to stand up from the chair he had sat her in, “help me get there.”
-
When Zack arrived, her cheek and lip were so swollen he didn’t recognize her. Her nose stopped bleeding a while before, but the blood was still a remnant on her face. “Jesus Christ,” he said. She told him what happened, well, half of what happened. Michael took it from where she stopped. Zack was quickly taking her purse and phone into his hands. “She needs to go to the ER, to make sure she isn’t bleeding out or something,” Zack explained, “Help me get her in my car.”
When they were in the waiting room, y/n had a lot on her mind.
“They knew my name,” she whispered, “and I heard Brendon’s name being thrown around.”
“I’m sure it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“I know it is, Zack,” she laughed, “I may be naïve, but I am not dumb. They found out about me, Brendon, and Sarah.”
“Does that change stuff?” Zack was afraid to hear the answer.
“It changes everything.”
-
“And then I went to the doctor and I need a new phone,” she choked on a laugh, “now I’m here with a monkey on my side.” Brendon chuckled, and Sarah snuggled into y/n’s side even more. She wished it hadn’t been this that brought the trio together for the first time since she had moved in.
“This is my fault,” Brendon sighed quietly.
“No, don’t say that,” y/n placed a hand on top of Brendon’s, “you don’t dictate what people do, don’t blame yourself.” Brendon shook his head, of course, she would defend the people who literally trampled her.
-
Brendon was advised not to make a statement on Twitter, stream, or Instagram by his manager, his PR representative, and y/n herself. If she had not specifically asked him to not post about it, his feed would have blown up with how disappointed he was with his supporters.
Her boss made her spend at least a week at home resting before she was even allowed to set foot in the office. That was the longest he had ever seen her, even before she moved into the house.
It was driving everyone insane. Well, not everyone, just y/n.
She was an introvert, she needed alone time. It was then that she felt the most at peace and recharged. But she was not getting it while forced to lay in bad all day, Sarah clinging to her side and Brendon refusing to let her stand, even to shower.
So, in conclusion, she is going insane.
“Sweetheart, I’ll make the coffee today, no worries!” Brendon had said this morning that made her snap.
“I can do this by myself! I am not a fucking child, I got hurt but I am not fucking broken!” she yelled, “Fuck!” she wheezed, the pain in her ribs radiating through her body suddenly. She tried to catch her breath, but she couldn’t, all she could do was cough and wheeze. Brendon was grabbing onto her, and before she knew it, she was on the ground.
Brendon shouted for Sarah, but y/n could not hear what was being said. All she could focus on was the air leaving her lungs at a rapid pace and the spots now taking over her vision.
-
Brendon was pacing in the waiting room, he really had no clue what was going on. The doctors rushed y/n back as soon as they arrived, but they did not tell him or Sarah anything.
It was about two hours before they got any word. Sarah and Brendon were holding hands and Zack had come at some point with his wife. A nurse came up to them, asking if they were the people who came in with y/n.
She explained that she had a collapsed lung, she said it was a spontaneous pneumothorax and there was no known cause.
“You guys got her here just in time, she went into shock and if you would have waited, it would be a lot worse for everyone involved,” she explained, “we just inserted a chest tube and we’re going to observe her overnight.”
“Can we see her?” Sarah asked.
“She’s currently under anesthesia, so she is not awake,” the nurse said, “but if you want to, I won’t stop you.”
“show us the way,” Brendon said, decidedly. He needed to make sure she was okay.
Do you ever just wish you could tell that one person you love them and are so proud of them... the realize they’re twice your age, happily married, and have no idea you even exist.
I’ve moved a total of 8 times in my life but it never gets easier. I know it’s best for me and my families situation but it sucks having to make memories somewhere else. Ya know?
So imma be super busy for the next few weeks and I can’t wait to write, but I just don’t have time.
When I do get back I need some fresh ideas of what you guys want to read so please let me know.
Do you happen to have a tag list? If so, I’d love to go on it, especially for The Party Always Stops. Thank you for writing such amazing fics!! ♥️♥️
We actually don't, and I find it hard to maintain one because I usually write, edit, format, queue. I will try my hardest; however, we generally don't post much besides asks and writing so if you don't end up tagged, if you turn on notifs you can be notified when we post!
A/N- So I have an idea for part two of you guys want it… let me know.
“Come on! it’ll be fun, I promise. We are literally the only two people here.” Tyler says lowly as he steps into the hot tub, located in your backyard.
The party had died down, most people either left or passed out inside your home. It was the weekend before the tour started and Tyler and Josh always threw a party right before to celebrate with friends.
“Ty!” you hissed looking around you, slightly embarrassed at what he was insinuating. “we are not fucking in our hot tub while people are in our house! You gotta be out of your mind!?” you placed just your legs into the bubbling hot water as you finally sat down on the edge of the tub, not wanting to fully submerge as of yet. You needed to take a minute to get use to the simmering hot water on your skin.
Tyler stalked across the hot tub, eyes trained up at you, he wasn’t buying anything you were saying. A dangerous smirk evident across his face told you that he was going to win this fight.
“You know you want to, we’ve talked about this a few times. I know what you like. Just trust me.” his fingers run softly across your thigh, sending goosebumps throughout your body.
“Tyler” you whined as he stood up in front of you, he knew you were going to melt. He knew exactly how to play you. He was quick to cup your face between his hands, his thumbs rubbing gently against your slightly crimson cheeks.
“Are you really going to try and tell me you don’t want me to lean down right here and eat that pretty pink pussy of yours?” he rubs his thumb softly on your inner thigh causing you to look up into his deep darkened eyes.
“Right here, on the edge of this tub?” Tyler leaned over you slightly, his lips ghosting over yours as your breathing deepened.
“Would you like that princess?” he moves his hand that was holding you cheek to your neck and gives it a slight squeeze.
“Y-yes. I want y-you.” you confessed sheepishly.
His lips are quick to collide with yours in a needy kiss, his tongue delving inside your mouth as you welcomed him in. He releases his hand from your neck and places both hands on your hips, bringing you closer to the edge of the hot tub. You felt his fingers loop into the sides of your bathing suit bottoms and you liftered yourself just enough to help him get them the rest of the way off.
He tossed them into the grass and turned his attention back to you. He spread your legs a bit more apart and his lips reconnected with yours. He slowly traced his wet fingers down to your core. His slow movements were a tease and he knew he was killing you. You felt his soft gentle fingers dance in your arousal, collecting the wetness.
“So wet for me huh princess?” Tyler smirked against your mouth, his fingers crept slowly up towards your sensitive bundle of nerves. Pulling his hand away you let out a small moan onto his smirking lips. “taste yourself” he mumbled placing his fingers on your swollen lips for you to suck on. His eyes darkened as he bite his own lip holding back a moan.
Tyler quickly dropped onto his knees on the seat of the hot tub. You could feel his hot breath on your dripping center. His tongue was quick to work
“Ohh—f-fuck, Tyler” you moaned, leaning back on your elbows to spread your legs over his shoulders, bring him closer to you.
“mmm, feels f-fuck” as he focuses on sucking and nipping gently against your clit his fingers come up to tease your entrance.
“P-please just fuck me Ty, I wanna feel you.” you had barely finished your please before Tyler’s fingers were knuckle deep inside your tight pussy, instantly curling his fingers up against your walls.
“Ty! oh god yes! F-fuck” you cried, biting down hard on your bottom lip to muffle your moans fearing someone might hear you.
“I thought you didn’t want to fuck in the hot tub?” Tyler teased as his fingers slowed their pace, rubbing his thumb across your throbbing clit.
“Well I’m not in the hot tub” you sassed,breathing heavily, pulling lightly on Tyler’s hair as he fucked you with only his fingers, it felt like absolute heaven as you watched him completely devour you.
“I can change that?” Tyler removed his fingers from your core as he stood to pull you around his waist. He walked backward to sit on the other side of the hot tub, you straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to stay close.
You attaches his lips to your neck making you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your nipples harden from the chilly air and your aroused state. You moved your hips needing some relief, feeling him get harder beneath you.
“W-why’d you stop?” you questioned, begging for more.
“Just wanted to tease you that’s all.” he says removing your arms from his neck.
You look at him confused and he smirks placing a kiss on your forehead. He removes you from his lap, placing you on the seat beside him. You were craving his touch, his tongue, his lips, his dick.
“Please Ty.” you lean close to his ear to whisper, trying anything to convince him to fuck you. “I’ll make it worth it.” you move your hand down his bare chest. “I’ll be really good for you d-”
Just then Tyler’s hand stops yours, pushing you away from him and his head snaps over his shoulder.
“Yo Tyler.” a familiar voice calls into the yard.
Your eyes dart to Tyler’s, panicking, trying to find your bathing suit top. He sits there calmly with a smirk on his face.
“Over in the hot tub.” he calls back to the voice.
“Tyler, I’m naked.” you whisper shout.
“Good.” he whispers and you settle deep down in the hot tub, submerging yourself up to your chin.
Your eyes stay on Tyler as he watches Josh walk into view. You felt his hand on your bare inner thigh. You stay completely quiet as Josh lets you two know that the last of the people left and he was heading out.
“You okay Y/N?” he asks you and you nod, avoiding eye contact.
“Alright bye guys. See you tomorrow Tyler.” he says starting to walk off. “Who left their bathing suit here?” he points to your bathing suit that had been tossed just minutes before.
“It’s Y/N’s.” Tyler smirks at you as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.
“Oh.” Josh says not understanding, “Ohhh, ew. What the fuck. Not judging. Have fun.”
Josh nearly ran off, Tyler’s eyes not leaving your shock stricken face. You heard Josh’s car start and then leave. Tyler moves closer to you, his touch melting you all over again.
“How about we head inside.” he rubs his thumb along your jawline. “We can talk about what you were about to call me before we were interrupted.”
A/N- So I have an idea for part two of you guys want it... let me know.
“Come on! it’ll be fun, I promise. We are literally the only two people here.” Tyler says lowly as he steps into the hot tub, located in your backyard.
The party had died down, most people either left or passed out inside your home. It was the weekend before the tour started and Tyler and Josh always threw a party right before to celebrate with friends.
“Ty!” you hissed looking around you, slightly embarrassed at what he was insinuating. “we are not fucking in our hot tub while people are in our house! You gotta be out of your mind!?” you placed just your legs into the bubbling hot water as you finally sat down on the edge of the tub, not wanting to fully submerge as of yet. You needed to take a minute to get use to the simmering hot water on your skin.
Tyler stalked across the hot tub, eyes trained up at you, he wasn’t buying anything you were saying. A dangerous smirk evident across his face told you that he was going to win this fight.
“You know you want to, we’ve talked about this a few times. I know what you like. Just trust me.” his fingers run softly across your thigh, sending goosebumps throughout your body.
“Tyler” you whined as he stood up in front of you, he knew you were going to melt. He knew exactly how to play you. He was quick to cup your face between his hands, his thumbs rubbing gently against your slightly crimson cheeks.
“Are you really going to try and tell me you don’t want me to lean down right here and eat that pretty pink pussy of yours?” he rubs his thumb softly on your inner thigh causing you to look up into his deep darkened eyes.
“Right here, on the edge of this tub?” Tyler leaned over you slightly, his lips ghosting over yours as your breathing deepened.
“Would you like that princess?” he moves his hand that was holding you cheek to your neck and gives it a slight squeeze.
“Y-yes. I want y-you.” you confessed sheepishly.
His lips are quick to collide with yours in a needy kiss, his tongue delving inside your mouth as you welcomed him in. He releases his hand from your neck and places both hands on your hips, bringing you closer to the edge of the hot tub. You felt his fingers loop into the sides of your bathing suit bottoms and you liftered yourself just enough to help him get them the rest of the way off.
He tossed them into the grass and turned his attention back to you. He spread your legs a bit more apart and his lips reconnected with yours. He slowly traced his wet fingers down to your core. His slow movements were a tease and he knew he was killing you. You felt his soft gentle fingers dance in your arousal, collecting the wetness.
“So wet for me huh princess?” Tyler smirked against your mouth, his fingers crept slowly up towards your sensitive bundle of nerves. Pulling his hand away you let out a small moan onto his smirking lips. “taste yourself” he mumbled placing his fingers on your swollen lips for you to suck on. His eyes darkened as he bite his own lip holding back a moan.
Tyler quickly dropped onto his knees on the seat of the hot tub. You could feel his hot breath on your dripping center. His tongue was quick to work
“Ohh—f-fuck, Tyler” you moaned, leaning back on your elbows to spread your legs over his shoulders, bring him closer to you.
“mmm, feels f-fuck” as he focuses on sucking and nipping gently against your clit his fingers come up to tease your entrance.
“P-please just fuck me Ty, I wanna feel you.” you had barely finished your please before Tyler’s fingers were knuckle deep inside your tight pussy, instantly curling his fingers up against your walls.
“Ty! oh god yes! F-fuck” you cried, biting down hard on your bottom lip to muffle your moans fearing someone might hear you.
“I thought you didn’t want to fuck in the hot tub?” Tyler teased as his fingers slowed their pace, rubbing his thumb across your throbbing clit.
“Well I’m not in the hot tub” you sassed,breathing heavily, pulling lightly on Tyler’s hair as he fucked you with only his fingers, it felt like absolute heaven as you watched him completely devour you.
“I can change that?” Tyler removed his fingers from your core as he stood to pull you around his waist. He walked backward to sit on the other side of the hot tub, you straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to stay close.
You attaches his lips to your neck making you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your nipples harden from the chilly air and your aroused state. You moved your hips needing some relief, feeling him get harder beneath you.
“W-why’d you stop?” you questioned, begging for more.
“Just wanted to tease you that’s all.” he says removing your arms from his neck.
You look at him confused and he smirks placing a kiss on your forehead. He removes you from his lap, placing you on the seat beside him. You were craving his touch, his tongue, his lips, his dick.
“Please Ty.” you lean close to his ear to whisper, trying anything to convince him to fuck you. “I’ll make it worth it.” you move your hand down his bare chest. “I’ll be really good for you d-”
Just then Tyler’s hand stops yours, pushing you away from him and his head snaps over his shoulder.
“Yo Tyler.” a familiar voice calls into the yard.
Your eyes dart to Tyler’s, panicking, trying to find your bathing suit top. He sits there calmly with a smirk on his face.
“Over in the hot tub.” he calls back to the voice.
“Tyler, I’m naked.” you whisper shout.
“Good.” he whispers and you settle deep down in the hot tub, submerging yourself up to your chin.
Your eyes stay on Tyler as he watches Josh walk into view. You felt his hand on your bare inner thigh. You stay completely quiet as Josh lets you two know that the last of the people left and he was heading out.
“You okay Y/N?” he asks you and you nod, avoiding eye contact.
“Alright bye guys. See you tomorrow Tyler.” he says starting to walk off. “Who left their bathing suit here?” he points to your bathing suit that had been tossed just minutes before.
“It’s Y/N’s.” Tyler smirks at you as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.
“Oh.” Josh says not understanding, “Ohhh, ew. What the fuck. Not judging. Have fun.”
Josh nearly ran off, Tyler’s eyes not leaving your shock stricken face. You heard Josh’s car start and then leave. Tyler moves closer to you, his touch melting you all over again.
“How about we head inside.” he rubs his thumb along your jawline. “We can talk about what you were about to call me before we were interrupted.”
