Summers on its deathbed - Brendon Urie x female reader

First meeting

-strong language-

I was so nervous to meet Brendon but at the same time... excited. I went over to security and showed them my wristband, and they quickly took me backstage to meet Brendon. They walked me through the winding passages until we reached a door with 'Brendon Urie- Panic! At The Disco' hastily scrawled on it in a whiteboard marker. The security guard knocked on the door and opened it, without waiting for an answer, to reveal the beautiful man who was on stage earlier.
His eyes met mine with a grin and the security guard left shortly afterwards.
"Hey y/n," he said with a smirk, "Enjoy the show tonight?"
"Of course!" I blushed in return, "It was... amazing!"
"Amazing, huh?" He started to inch close to me, his beautiful, brown, puppy dog eyes gazing into mine.
"Yeah.. amazing." I swallowed nevously. He was so close to me... fuck. Was he... Was he going to?
"Y/n," He interrupted my thoughts, "Can I- Can I kiss you?"
"I... Of course you can, Brendon!" I pressed my lips to his in response, and our tongues battled for dominance, deepening the kiss. Eventually, he stepped back to take a breath.
"Y/n, that was... Fuck that was amazing," He grinned at me.
I kissed him again in response, holding him closer and running my hands though his silky brown hair.
Suddenly, I heard a noise, like someone running angrily though the corridors backstage. I decided to ignore it and let security deal with it, and kissed Brendon harder instead. The door slammed open with a bang as it hit the wall next to it. I jumped round to see who it was. It was Ryan! How did he get here?! But before I could say anything he screamed at me.
"Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! KISSING THIS WANKER?"

This is a shorter part, I hope you like it!
-An LA devotee