•one week later•
Apparently a week happens a lot quicker than you'd expect, this last week went by super fast that it all seems like just a blur. I had spent most nights talking to Brendon, not that I minded.
I also told Brendon my address and a few days later the tickets showed up, he got me tickets to stand in the pit and backstage passes. He told me to keep close to a person names Zack, which I agreed to doing.
I put on my chosen outfit (choose from above) and put on some shoes (of your choice), grabbing a small black bag to put my phone, keys and money in. I quickly put my hair up into space buns.
There was a honk of a horn from outside my house, letting me know that my cab had arrived. I quickly rushed down the stairs, locking the door and sprinting to the cab.
I had to sit through a two hour drive to the arena the concert was being held at; I didn't mind it though.
•two hours later•
Brendon had messaged me throughout the whole drive, we finally arrived and I payed the driver before jumping out. I messaged Brendon, telling him that I had finally arrived.
I jumped as my ring town sounded, I looked at the caller ID to see that it was Brendon who was calling me, I quickly answered.
"Go round the back, there should be a tall and large bodyguard there, that's Zack. Tell him your name, he should let you in and bring you to the dressing room." He rushed out quickly.
"Okay, what if he doesn't believe me?" I asked quietly, generally worried about what could happen.
"Then pass the phone to him."
I took a deep breath before wondering to the back of the arena, instantly seeing who Brendon was talking about.
"I see him, I think." I whispered.
I braced myself before walking over to the well built man, he looked down at me and scowled.
"H-hi, Are you Zack?" I stuttered nervously.
"I am, who are you?" He growled slightly, making me squeak.
"Y/n L/n, B-Brendon told me to look f-for you." I heard Brendon laugh slightly at how much I was stuttering.
Zack scoffed and pushed me aside, acting as if I was the lightest thing in the world. A sad sigh escaped my lips, Brendon noticed this and quickly told me to put my phone on speaker, I complied.
"Zack, it's B. Let her in, she's the girl I was telling you about." Brendon huffed out.
Zack rolled his eyes and ushered me inside, leading me to the dressing room and leaving again.
"I-I'm outside the door..." I whispered quietly.
I heard the phone beep, the sound that Brendon had hung up. Shuffling could be heard from behind the door before it opened, a shirtless Brendon appeared. He looked shocked, I felt my jaw drop open. I quickly clasped my hand over my mouth, my face heated up in embarrassment.
Holy shit, this is happening. Brendon fucking urie is standing in front of me, SHIRTLESS.
"You gonna stand there or you gonna come in?" He chuckled.
I squeaked a little before walking past Brendon, his hand went to the small of my back as he close the door and walked behind me.
I turned around and looked at him before he pulled me into a tight embrace, I smiled widely quickly accepting the hug and hugging him back.
We stayed like this for a while, happy tears escaping my eyes. We stayed this way until we heard a cough from behind us. I sniffled and pulled away, smiling at Brendon once more before turning to see where the cough came from.
I gasped in shock as I realised who was standing there, Tyler Joseph and Joshua Dun. Oh. My. God.
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Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader
FanficSLOW 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...