Brendon Urie Oneshots

The Tour

This was literally my first ever fic that I uploaded on tumblr, so it's very dear to my little heart, its based on the idea of being in a supporting and for Panic! when they're on tour. Enjoy!

Standing backstage I watched Brendon work the crowd, he'd already done one backflip and his shirt was off, sweat covering his body. Being in Panic's backup band had been a blast, I felt almost disappointed that this was the last show, spending time with Brendon has been the best part, his cute vines and stupid jokes followed up with a goofy smile. I couldn't help but feel saddened by the thought of not waking up to his singing in the hotel room next door, but the fact the he'd hinted at me staying in LA after the show gave me butterflies. I leant on a beam backstage as he pranced about performing Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time this was the signal to us that meant there was only 1 song left: Miss Jackson... the one I performed in too.

"You ready Y/N?" The backstage manager asked handing me a mic and checking my earpiece, nodding a response I still couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from Brendon.

"So guys its our last show of night!" Brendon said with a sad smile on his face. "Shall we make it a good one?" The crowd roared with excitement, hands in the air and screaming girls everywhere, at Brendon's signal the band began to play the opening to Miss Jackson quietly. "I'd like to welcome a very special friend of mine to the stage... the amazing miss Y/N!" with that I ran out onto the stage and began singing my part of the song, the crowd was electric, they were lapping up the theatre of it all. Brendon was working to crowd to perfection it wasn't until he grabbed me and pulled me against him holding me in front of him and dancing, I danced along, feeling something poking me in the back, I couldn't quite tell if it was his belt buckle or not, but truthfully, I didn't care.

"Well guys that's it! You've been a fucking awesome last show!" He yelled out to the crowd they, before long they started screaming for an encore.

"Guys I love you all, see you soon LA." I said waving my arms up and hugging Brendon quickly lowering my mic to speak to him. "I'll leave the encore to you." I gave him a smile before going to walk off stage.

"You're staying right here!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me back, sitting me on top of an amp as The Death of a Bachelor started to play, he started singing, all slick and sexy, winking and biting his lip at the audience but mainly at me, I blushed, god he was turning me into a flustered teenage girl on stage. He pulled me up and began twirling me round during the instrumental, pulling me close by my waist singing directly too me, I was a giggling wreck by the end of the song.

"Great show Brendon." I mumbled to him off mic as the song ended, he grinned and hugged me before turning to the audience.

"You've been amazing LA, thanks guys and goodnight!" He bellowed pulling me into a bow before the lights cut and we headed off stage. "C'mon I've got a bottle of champagne in my dressing room." I was dragged away before I could protest being lead to the dressing room where all the crew were already waiting pouring glasses ready to share out, Brendon took one and raised his glass up. "This has been a crazy 6 months, I'm so proud of us all and Y/N you've been amazing. Cheers guys." Everyone clinked glasses and Brendon gave me a playful wink, coming over to me as everyone started chatting. "And before you guys ask me to go out drinking, that's tomorrow, I wanna smoke and sleep." He joked as he reached me.

"This tour really has been awesome Brendon. Thanks for giving me the chance to do this." I held back from gushing too much, it was already obvious I had it bad for him.

"You deserve it, you and your band are good enough to get this chance." He gave me another hug, pulling me in by my waist, lower than before, I shuddered a little at his little touches on me. We spent a few hours in the dressing room, mingling and drinking, I couldn't wait to get back to my hotel and relax, I was sure as hell glad that I didn't have to get up in the morning. I threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and crashed onto my bed, god I was exhausted, this had been so fun but damn the touring had taken its toll, I had been relaxing for about half hour when I heard the door to my hotel room door knock. Padding through my hotel room I peeked through the peep hole... Oh. My. God... NO! Brendon stood waiting outside the door, no, no, no, look at me! I sprinted to the bathroom and did what I could with my hair and threw on a slightly tighter tank top, oh this will have to do, I gave up and ran to the door, swinging it open.