•two weeks later•
Daddy is typing...
Daddy
Hey.
You
Hi.
Daddy
What's up?
You
Nothing.
Daddy
Don't lie to me.
You
It's fine, don't worry about it, please.
Daddy
Y/n, damnit tell me!
You
Why haven't you spoken to me? Do you hate me? Do you not want anything to do with me because I'm a fan? If that's the case then I can leave you alone it's okay.
Daddy
Oh y/n, no. That isn't it at all. Sarah and I have been arguing a lot recently and decided to break up.
You
Oh, I'm sorry Brendon. I know how much you loved her. I guess I should have realised that you have your own life... I'm sorry for being selfish.
Daddy
No, don't apologise Princess.
You
Princess?
Daddy
Yes, Princess. Do you like that?
You
I don't know daddy, you tell me, do I?
Daddy
Fuck. Don't start.
You
Then I guess you won't get your answer but if you want to get me flustered, Princess is just one way of doing it, there's another which gets me worse. 😉
Daddy
Fine, if you wanna play it that way then so be it.
You
Well, damn. I gotta go to work, bye daddy. 😉
Daddy
I swear to god.
I laughed as I shoved my phone into my pocket before grabbing the essentials needed before heading out to work.
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Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader
FanfictionSLOW UPDATES! Brendon messaged you thinking you were Sarah... little did you know this would turn into something you would have never expected. INSPIRED BY; oops- Tyler Joseph x reader. WARNING; mention of kinks, mild smut, anxiety mentions & self...
