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Brendon Urie. Lead singer of Panic! At the Disco. 25 years young. Single.
(( AU! Roleplay blog. Will roleplay with anyone and everyone, and will talk to personal blogs at request. NSFW but will be under read more. ))

thewayhomeisthroughyou:



 

“Hobbits wear diapers?”

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“That was not mentioned in any of the films.”

“Shut your face, you know what I meant.”

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"Mmm, but I don’t think you got what I meant.”

Too Little, Too Late||Brengee.

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“Oh, yeah. I’ll let you tell that lovely story to our midwife one day. Not gay, just gay enough to make a baby with another man. That’d be a really good headline for one of those reality TV magazines.” He teased, rolling his eyes and unlocking his front door, not quite prepared for the rush of memories from their time in that flat together, “Ladies first.”

“Hey, that wasn’t exactly planned! Anyways, I’ve slept with plenty of women!” Brendon remarked almost defensively. “Says the pregnant one.” Bringing himself into the flat for the first time in months, he looked around, swallowing his nerves and silently making his way through to the living room

“Ouch, right in the foetus.” Gerard laughed at himself, flicking the lights on and automatically heading into the kitchen, “Says the impregnator  Want a coffee or something? I have some beers in from when I had the guys over.”

Brendon sat himself down on the sofa, making himself comfortable as he replied. “I think I’ll have a coffee; I’m not in the mood for alcohol.” 

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“Huh, is that so?”

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“Am I destined for some life-changing journey then? Am I to travel with the hobbits to return the ring or whatever?”

“Something like that.”

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“But with diapers involved.”
 

"Hobbits wear diapers?"

"That was not mentioned in any of the films.”

Too Little, Too Late||Brengee.

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“That’s both sweet and incredibly gay. In fact, if you were an ice cream flavour, that’s what you’d be called. Mini-cupcake.” Gerard sniggered, glancing down at his stomach, “Or rainbow something. As long as it’s gay.” 

Brendon narrowed his eyes at the other male before shaking his head. “Who slipped vodka into your drink?” he chuckled. “But hey, I’m really not that gay… I mean, I am, a little, but not full-blown penis everywhere gay.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll let you tell that lovely story to our midwife one day. Not gay, just gay enough to make a baby with another man. That’d be a really good headline for one of those reality TV magazines.” He teased, rolling his eyes and unlocking his front door, not quite prepared for the rush of memories from their time in that flat together, “Ladies first.”

"Hey, that wasn’t exactly planned! Anyways, I’ve slept with plenty of women!" Brendon remarked almost defensively. "Says the pregnant one." Bringing himself into the flat for the first time in months, he looked around, swallowing his nerves and silently making his way through to the living room

Too Little, Too Late||Brengee.

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

He screwed up the napkin in his hand and threw it at Brendon’s head, “C’mon then, loser. Let’s go.” He got up and brushed some crumbs from his jeans, taking a last sip of his drink before heading for the door and holding it open infront of him for Brendon, “I probably won’t be able to fit through this doorway soon.”

Rolling his eyes and throwing the napkin at Gerard’s stomach as he got up, Brendon rose to his feet, running a hand through his hair before shuffling from between the bench and the table, heading toward the door shortly after Gerard. “Oh shut it Gee. You’re paper thin at the moment, and by the time you reach nine months, you’ll probably look like a mini-cupcake.”

“That’s both sweet and incredibly gay. In fact, if you were an ice cream flavour, that’s what you’d be called. Mini-cupcake.” Gerard sniggered, glancing down at his stomach, “Or rainbow something. As long as it’s gay.” 

Brendon narrowed his eyes at the other male before shaking his head. “Who slipped vodka into your drink?” he chuckled. “But hey, I’m really not that gay… I mean, I am, a little, but not full-blown penis everywhere gay.”

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“I’d usually be insulted; but I’m that bad at cooking that I wouldn’t be surprised if someone lost their life.”

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“Well I’d rather not lose mine anytime soon.”

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“And you’re not allowed to die.”

"Huh, is that so?"

"Am I destined for some life-changing journey then? Am I to travel with the hobbits to return the ring or whatever?"

Too Little, Too Late||Brengee.

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

pullingdownthestars:

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“Oh, psh.” Gerard scoffed and pointed a finger right back at Brendon, “You and your Brendong got me pregnant. I have a clot of baby inside of me. I think it was merely payback.” But he was smiling when he said it.

At Gerard’s words, Brendon burst into laughter, shaking his head and holding his stomach. “You’re kidding me! You named my dick!” He burst out, having to lean back on the chair and laugh even harder. “Oh God, that is excellent.”

He felt himself go ever so slightly red, “Well, y’know. It was name worthy. Oh, jeez. Your ego’s going to be huge for the rest of the day now.” He wiped his hands on a napkin and licked his lips, “Speaking of, do you wanna come back to my place? I feel like I should give you some real food to make up for insulting your delicate tastebuds.” 

Brendon bit his lip and snickered, shrugging his shoulders, still chuckling under his breath. “I’ll try not to let it inflate too much for the duration of the day.” He grinned. “Oh.” He paused, wetting his lips with his tongue before shrugging once more and nodding, “Uh, sure, yeah. I’d like that.”

He screwed up the napkin in his hand and threw it at Brendon’s head, “C’mon then, loser. Let’s go.” He got up and brushed some crumbs from his jeans, taking a last sip of his drink before heading for the door and holding it open infront of him for Brendon, “I probably won’t be able to fit through this doorway soon.”

Rolling his eyes and throwing the napkin at Gerard’s stomach as he got up, Brendon rose to his feet, running a hand through his hair before shuffling from between the bench and the table, heading toward the door shortly after Gerard. “Oh shut it Gee. You’re paper thin at the moment, and by the time you reach nine months, you’ll probably look like a mini-cupcake.”

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“Hey, hope you’re not expecting me to cook…”

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“RIP to the kitchen, man.”

“Funnily enough, no.”

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“I don’t have a death wish, y’see.”

"I’d usually be insulted; but I’m that bad at cooking that I wouldn’t be surprised if someone lost their life.”

Too Little, Too Late||Brengee.

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“Oh, psh.” Gerard scoffed and pointed a finger right back at Brendon, “You and your Brendong got me pregnant. I have a clot of baby inside of me. I think it was merely payback.” But he was smiling when he said it.

At Gerard’s words, Brendon burst into laughter, shaking his head and holding his stomach. “You’re kidding me! You named my dick!” He burst out, having to lean back on the chair and laugh even harder. “Oh God, that is excellent.”

He felt himself go ever so slightly red, “Well, y’know. It was name worthy. Oh, jeez. Your ego’s going to be huge for the rest of the day now.” He wiped his hands on a napkin and licked his lips, “Speaking of, do you wanna come back to my place? I feel like I should give you some real food to make up for insulting your delicate tastebuds.” 

Brendon bit his lip and snickered, shrugging his shoulders, still chuckling under his breath. “I’ll try not to let it inflate too much for the duration of the day.” He grinned. “Oh.” He paused, wetting his lips with his tongue before shrugging once more and nodding, “Uh, sure, yeah. I’d like that.”

thewayhomeisthroughyou:

“Dinner sorted.”

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“I look forward to it.”

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"Hey, hope you’re not expecting me to cook…"

"RIP to the kitchen, man."