Panic! and IDKhow AUs and Oneshots x reader

(This one's mostly for the PTV fans, but anyone can read.)
A/N- If you guys want more of these feat. one shots pls comment. Oh and this one kinda has a lot of swearing. So if you're not cool with that, I would skip this one. I also use one female pronoun, so please change it while reading if you'd like. 

Your POV

I love my band. I really do. But these mosh pits are always getting out of hand. I hate to see people getting trampled and hurt. Even when I wasn't part of PTV, I never went to them with Vic, my best friend. He on the other hand, has a special connection with the pit.
Tonight's no different and he seems to be enjoying himself. I play base for the band and am currently trying not to fall off the stage. 

Oh please, no. He's doing it again. How many times am I going to have to tell him not to crowd surf? I swear he's gonna get hurt one of these days.
"Come on Y/N!" Vic enthusiastically shouts at me while the crowd carries him. "Jaime can keep the music going!" I don't like where this is going. "Y/N! Y/N!" He sets off a chain reaction chanting my name and the crowd joins in. Sometimes I really hate this guy, in a loving way of course. There's no way I'm getting out of this. I can't be lame, as Vic would say. I set my base down beside me. Here goes nothing. 

I turn around, preparing to let the crowd catch me. This is terrifying. I let go, holding my breath for a second. The crowd holds me up and starts passing me around the venue. Bad idea. Very bad idea. "Shit!" I hear someone shout from below me. Oh no, did I just kick somebody? Time to go back to the stage. I swear, whoever I kicked is probably going to be tweeting about it later. I'm wondering if I should make some kind of announcement. 

The crowd carries Vic and I back to the stage. He stops singing for a second before we transition into another song. "So, uh... I accidentally kicked someone and I think we should give them backstage passes or something." I sheepishly whisper into Vic's ear. He bursts out laughing, making me even more embarrassed. "Seriously Vic." I try and calm him down. 

"Ok, ok." He says catching his breath.  He walks back up to the mic to make the announcement. "What the fuck is up guys?!" He riles up the crowd like he always does. "So I need you guys to do me a favor. After the show, can the person who got kicked during crowd surfing meet with a security guard? I think we owe you some backstage passes." 

Time skip... 

The rest of the show actually went really well. Just waiting to meet this person backstage. I don't know why I'm so nervous. A security guard comes in to notify us that they're ready. 

Is that? No. Can't be. I really had to kick Brendon Urie, huh? I stand there frozen for a moment. Not sure what to say. Vic taps me on the shoulder. "Uh hem... Y/N." Jaime, Tony, and Mike are for sure laughing on the inside. I'm always talking about how much I love Panic!

"Oh, um. Hi, sorry about back there." I hesitantly lend out a hand for him to shake. He smiles laughing a little.  Damn. He's even prettier in person. "I love your music by the way." I can't just not acknowledge that he's Brendon Urie. That would probably be even more weird. 

"That's ok. And thanks. Would you maybe want to go grab some drinks after this?" He asks like he's known us forever. 

"We'd love to." Jaime gladly accepts. 

"Oh, sorry. I meant just Y/N. If that's ok with you?" He looks at me grinning widely. Is he serious? Calm yourself Y/N. 

"Heh. No, of course." Jaime nervously laughs, taking a step back. 

"She would love to." Vic answers, nudging me forward. He knows I'd probably find some excuse to say no. "Right, Y/N?" 

I take a deep breath. "Yeah, that'd be great." I try to calm down the fangirl side of me. I can stay chill for a few drinks, right? Shouldn't be that hard.