It started getting weird when at a club later that week I met Brendon Urie. And got drunk. And maybe had a one night stand.
To the normal panic fan this would just seem like a lucky encounter, but due to the fact that earlier that week I had said I would fuck Brendon I found it odd that I had gotten that chance.
"You here alone?"
I turned to see a guy, his face half hidden by sunglasses.
"A date decided not to turn up"
"That's a shame"
I thought I recognised the voice but I didn't say anything, it was probably a guy I had seen here before.
"So what's your name?"
"Brendon"
I gasped slightly but it couldn't be heard over the loud music.
"I'm YN"
"Well YN, can I buy you a drink?"
I nodded slightly.
"If I can get a dance later"
"If I get drunk then it's pretty much guaranteed"
Whilst Brendon got our drinks I adjusted my leather jacket and fixed my hair.
"I hope you're good with beer"
A pint was set down in front of me.
"Thanks"
Over the evening we chatted and I soon got my dance. Eventually I got a kiss and soon we were heading back to my place.
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Fuck, Marry, Kill ( Ryan Ross X gender neutral reader)
FanfictionWe sat in a circle, the five of us perched on anything, from the arm of the sofa to the coffee table. "Okay, YN, your turn" I sighed and turned to my friend. "Okay, who are you gonna choose this time" She thought for a moment before a smirk appeared...
