~Brendon's pov~
I knock slowly on (y/n)'s door. She was really upset after she went into her apartment. I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to find a way to cheer her up.
"(y/n)? Are you awake...?"
I hear her walk up to the door. She opens it, revealing her small body. In a (y/c) baggy shirt, and short shorts. She yawns
"What...?"
"It's me, Brendon. Are you okay?" My voice wavers slowly as I speak to her. Her face lit up quickly
"Brendon..? Oh hi..." she yawns and stretches. Her shirt slides up with her, revealing her stomach. My face warms up
"I couldn't sleep...and I thought you would like to talk about stuff.. Like how I know you love Panic at the Disco" I laugh. She looks away, hiding a blush.
"And what if I do like your songs? I mean..my favorite is..Lying is the most-"
I cut her off. With an embrace. She gasps and squeals loudly. She jumps up and down in my arms. And I felt so much better.
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Brendon Urie x (Fem!) Reader
FanfictionThis is a Female x Reader. (Its also my first story. :3) A few warnings include: Smutty smut smut Triggering things, such as depression, anorexia, mentions of suicide. Violence Thanks for reading y'all.
