Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Origins

Brendon Urie. Pansexual, 32, brown hair, brown eyes, crushing on his best friends since forever.
Ryan Ross. Gay, 33, brown hair, brown eyes, never been in a long term relationship.
Dallon Weekes. Bisexual, 38, brown hair, blue eyes, taller than that one kid in your grade.

Today, Brendon had decided to express his feelings for the two.

Bren to the COOL ASS DUDES chat:
Y'all come over, I wanna talk.
Dal: Why. I am busy. Loser.
Ry read at 11:38 am
Breadsticks Urine: Dallon I don't care. Giraffe. Also Ryan don't leave us on read please 🥺 Are u coming or not?
Ry: Yeah sure but only if Dallon comes
Dal: Fine I'll come
Dal: Losers

The two boys met up and walked to Brendon's place together, more curious than annoyed in all honesty. They walked up to his small ranch styled house and knocked on the door. Brendon opened the door and smiled, greeting his friends

"Hey guys! Glad you could make it! How are you?" Brendon asked, inviting his friends inside.

"Hey nerd, we're good thank you! So, why did you want us to come over" Dallon asked, walking inside and sitting on Brendon's small couch. Ryan and Bren joined him not long after, each sitting on either side of their overly tall friend.

"You guys know how I'm pan? And Ryan's gay? And Dallon's bi? So that would mean that any of you could be in a relationship with me, correct?"

"Correct," Ryan said, staring curiously at his friend.

"Right. So I'm just wondering, if I asked one, or both of you to be my boyfriend, would you say yes?"

"Yeah, I suppose," Ryan said slowly, the puzzle pieces in his head finally clicking together.

"Uh, duh," Dallon answered in a mocking tone

"So there's this thing. Called a polyamorous relationship. It's where two or more people are in a romantic relationship with each other. It's just like having a boyfriend or girlfriend, but with more people. So, do you guys want to be in a poly relationship with me?" Brendon asked, looking hopefully at the two guys that he'd been crushing on for literally so long.

"Hell. fucking. yeah." Ryan said, obviously liking that proposition.

"Brendon I- Holy crap I can't believe you actually feel like that, I didn't think the feeling was mutual. Oh my god. Yes. Yes!" Dallon said excitedly, pulling the youngest of the group into a hug.

"R-Really? You guys want to be with me?" Brendon asked hopefully, looking at the two grinning guys sitting next to him.

"For sure! but one more thing, have you got any freaky secrets that we need to know about?" Dallon asked jokingly. Brendon's eyes widened while he blushed like mad.

"Uh- Well- I-I- It's uhm-"

"Woah woah woah, I think Dallon was just joking, B," Ryan said with a laugh.

"No no, I'd like to see what Bren's secret is," Dallon smirked at Brendon.

"You guys are probably gonna think I'm weird-"

"No we won't, promise, and if we do, we'll adapt." Ryan interrupted.

"Fine ok. I- uh- I'm a little. I like acting like a young kid. It's like a stress reliever for me and I like having a- a daddy to take care of me." Brendon said quietly, scared that after he'd just scored his two long-time crushes, he'd lose them. Brendon looked at Ryan, who appeared to be holding back laughter. He was going to ask what was so funny when Ryan seemed to read his mind.

"Hey uh, fun fact, Bren. Dallon's a daddy." Ryan burst out laughing. Brendon looked at Dallon with wide eyes while Ryan slid off the couch from laughing so much.

"Dallon, i-is Ryan-"

"Yes Bren, he is being serious. I am a daddy." Dallon said with a small smile as he kicked Ryan jokingly.

"Hey man, I did you a favour," Ryan said from the floor. "Anyway, Dallon and I gotta go and pack up our stuff so that we can move in with you." He finished, sitting up and taking in a deep breath, making an attempt to recover from his laughing fit.

"Move in with me? Are we already at that stage?"

"Brendon, Dallon and I have known you for years, of course we're at that stage! We always were anyway, you just never acted on it." Ryan said, standing up and giving Brendon a quick peck on the forehead before leaving. Dallon stood up to go with Ryan and placed a gentle hand on Brendon's shoulder before he left.

"Hey Bren, if you feel little while Ryan and I are gone, call me and I'll come straight over, I don't want you to get hurt or scared while we're gone." He said softly before jogging out the door to catch up with Ryan, who was halfway down the street.

Damn. This had gone way better than Brendon thought it would.

Hi so this is the cringiest fucking shit ever but it got 5k reads so I'll leave it up as a trophy. Yes I know it's bad. Thanks for making it this far.
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