Teen Brendon Urie Oneshots/Smuts

You Like Me?

Tumblr request - Would you write one where it's set in 2006, like right before Brendon and Panic" is famous? Y/N has liked him for a while now and she finally tells him how she feels and he's really sceptical at first because he doesn't believe that someone as rad as her would like a CAPRISUN drinking nerd like himself. But they end up making out and go all the way. I would love something like 1/4 cute and fluffy and something 3/4 smutty. (Kind of rhymed) PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

I sat watching Brendon practice with the band, they were writing songs for their album in the hopes of getting signed, he had his glasses on, he looked so adorably nerdy. We were at the space he hired for the band to practise, I loved going to watch him play, music meant so much to him it was so sweet to watch his passion for it. They had a shot with a record label tomorrow, I was so worried that he'd get famous and forget me. I'd liked him for months but I never found the right time to tell him, it always seemed the wrong moment, people were always there, or I chickened out or something came up, but I knew I needed to tell him before I lost my chance. He'd have girls all over him as soon as the band took off, I just knew it, he was so cute and sweet, and such a nerd but in the best possible way, I smiled to myself thinking about it. He was sitting and writing things down when I stood to go and speak to him, scrunching his face in concentration, thinking hard about every word he wrote, his songs meant the world to him.

"Hey... I loved that song you guys just played!" I smiled and hummed the tune to him, he grinned widely, looking so pleased with himself. "What's it called?"

"Build God, Then We'll Talk." He announced proudly, throwing another grin my way. "We're going soon, what you doing after this?"

"Erm... actually..." I thought for a moment, was this wise, no, I needed to get alone with him to tell him how I felt, if I didn't do it now I may not get another chance. "Well, my parent's are away, so I wondered if you wanted to come to my place for a bit? It's so boring on my own." I saw a small blush creep into his cheeks, it almost made me blush back.

"Umm... Sure, I'd love to! Want me to drive us to your place? I'm gonna pack up my stuff now anyway." He smiled sweetly, standing to pack his things.

"Sure. Lemme take some of the stuff to your car." I helped him carry all his stuff to his car, moving his guitar into the trunk (he wouldn't let me carry the amp), he was even sweet enough to open the door for me. He got in and put the radio on, Fall Out Boy came blaring through his speakers and we both started giggling and singing along, dancing as best we could in our seats, it was so fun with him, he was so playful, it fitted me perfectly. We sang to every song that came on the radio on the way to mine, even if we didn't know the words, singing at each other, the performer in him coming out, his confidence always increased when music was involved.

In my place we were both sprawled on my couch, eating junk food together and watching crappy TV, he had gone into my kitchen and stolen one of my brother's Capri Sun pouches, he was such a nerd. I was trying to give myself a pep talk to make myself tell him how I felt but I was struggling with it so much. I decided a quick moment to myself would do the trick.

"I'm just gonna use the bathroom. I won't be a minute." He nodded through a mouthful of chips, I wandered off to my bathroom and looked in the mirror at myself. "Come on... you can do this. What's the worst that could happen?" I muttered to myself as I spruced up my hair, trying to make myself look a little more appealing, I took a deep breath, mentally psyching myself up to do this. I took one more breath in and walked back to the couch, I sat down next to him and cleared my throat.

"Can I tell you something? I don't know what you're gonna say, or how you're gonna react but I need to tell you and I need you to promise me that whatever happens you won't hate me?" I looked at him, he looked confused but stopped to face me anyway.