Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Brendon Urie x Reader - Not Superficial

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want us to sign something?"

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

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

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

"Uhm, yeah, didn't think you'd remember me," you smiled back slightly embarrassed.

"Man, it's been ages!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me, what?"

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

"Your glasses, they were super cute! It's a shame you don't wear them anymore."

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

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

"Sure, it's just-"

"Oh shit, you don't have a boyfriend do you? Or someone? Aw man, of course you do."

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

"No, I don't but-"

"You don't?"

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

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

"You-"

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

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

"Brendon, come one! Time to go!"

One of the security guards shot him an unnerved glance.

"Take this, see you later."

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

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