• awsten knight: natural blue -> grape boy • brendon urie: daddy brendon • christian anthony: ur fav aussie • clinton cave: sax god • dallon weekes: pwussi boy dallon • geoff wigington: geoff the wig • jenna mcdougall: j(ho)enna mcdougall • kellin quinn: daddy kellin • lynn gunn: lesbian lynn • machine gun kelly: the OG plug • mitchel cave: mitty • ryan ross: ur daddy • ryan sitkowski: vinny is annoying • vinny mauro: fuck you ryan • me (bc i hate myself lmfao): h dog

Rose Dame has been listening for Panic! at the Disco ever since they had released their first album. She has the chance to go to one of their concerts, which shakes her world.

I never knew a thing about my father. My mother hid everything about him. She said he wouldn't have been a good father if he decided to stay. She says I'll probably never meet him, for my protection. - I answer the door to see a teen girl who looked a lot like.. Like me... "Are you Brendon, Urie? " the girl stutters. "Y-Yeah, who are you?" I answer. "I'm your daughter, and you are my father, you're my mother's 'Baby Daddy'"

Brendon Urie disgusts me in nearly every way. I hate his personality, I hate his cockiness, I hate the way he talks, but I'll admit: there are worse people to be tangled in satin bedsheets with.

Niki (Aka Abigail) is a 26 year old very successful redheaded bombshell Tattoo Artist. She is living her dream life in Las Vegas Nevada with no worries or cares (other than her art). One day she gets asked to go to a Panic!At the Disco concert and she is less than thrilled. But why? Could it be her ugly past with them?

"Sleep with me," "I would rather be dead," "That could be arranged,"

Sequel to Friends

Just an assortment of Brendon Urie Imagines that will hopefully fulfill your love for, well, Brendon Urie.

Blood suckers. Freaks. In-humans. All these words describe vampires. I've hated them all my life, until I learned my boyfriend was one of them.

{Completed} - I smiled at him, taking the hand from my knee and intertwining our fingers together, silencing his bouncing leg. "So far this night has turned out quite cliché hasn't it?" I spoke as he grinned sheepishly and gazed down at our hands. "A girl and a boy sneak out together, expecting to explore the city. The girl," I motioned to myself, "is approached by an overly confident guy who gets beaten to the ground by the seemingly smaller boy," I motioned to Brendon who frowned slightly, "who she then develops feelings for at the sight of his strength." "And here we are," he smirked, lifting up our intertwined fingers. "Yes, and are you going to tell me where we are going now?" He grinned widely as his eyes moved past mine out of the bus window. He slid his fingers out of my grasp to point at a large flickering sign that read, House of Memories, in an intensely fluorescent blue. (I promise this is more of a band fic than a story about high school lol, in other words, I like to think it gets better as the story progresses so, pls bare with me)