Brendon Urie Imagines

Hangout Part 1

In this imagine, it is present age, but no one is married (of course, because as always, you are the woman of choice)

This imagine was requested by bartra15marc
and I am so so very very sorry it took me so long, I'm a stressed-out bum and I've been writing poems and listening to new music and panic! hasn't fallen into that lately so I haven't been inspired. Thank you for being patient! Hope you enjoy!

(BECAUSE IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE AND I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT GETTING THIS REQUEST DONE, IT IS SUPER LONG AND THENCE IN 2 PARTS.
PART 2 WILL BE OUT SHORTLY.)

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Dallon has a hangout with "The Band" tonight and you are invited to tag along. You're very familiar with everyone of course; you have been great friends with them for years: Brendon, Kenny, and Dan. Dan can't make it tonight for some unexplained reason; but will be a fun time, even without his antics. It doesn't bother you much that you're the only female; you're all great friends. Your contribution to the night is homemade chocolate chip cookies and cute curled hair to give them something to look at.

You adjust your crop top so it sits on your chest right, your belly peeking out slightly. You fluff your curls in the mirror and fix a clump in your mascara as you scurry out the door.

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You pull up to Dallon's house and slip your lanyard into your front skinny jeans pocket. You cross to the passenger's side of your car and take the open cookie container out of the seat. Using one hand to balance the cookies on your waist and the other attempting to lock your car; you accidentally hit the alarm button. You screech as the car screams at you and you almost flip the cookies.
"Damnit." you remark, setting the container on the ground and fumbling with your keys, finally locking the car and turning off the obnoxious alarm.
"What an entrance... Hello Dallon, I'm here." You mutter frustratedly while picking up the cookies again, walking up the sidewalk to his front door.
You approach the door and raise your fist to knock but the door flies open before you can.
"Y/N!" Dallon greets you, "Glad you could come." You step in the doorway, nodding to him, "Glad I could-" when Brendon comes out of nowhere, shoving his hand into the cookies and stuffing 2 into his mouth.
He smiles at you, "Hey" comes muffled from his mouth full of baked goods.
You chuckle and shake your head at his immaturity.
"Here let me take this." Dallon offers as he takes the container from out of your arms. You follow him over to the large kitchen and pull your lanyard out of your pocket, placing it on the marble countertop.

"Nice counters, they new?" you ask Dallon.

"Oh yeah, fresh, huh?" he smirks, turning to grab a bowl of chips and salsa and brings them to you.

Damn, could you be any more awkward? Countertops?
"Thanks" you remark, biting into a chip.

"Aye! Save some for me!" a familiar voice rings from the couch across from you in the living room.
Kenny

"Hey... Kenny?" you question, not able to see him for he lies on the couch. "How are you, bud?" you say, crossing to him; you look down over the back of the couch, peering down into his smiling face.

"I would be doing a lot better if I had that bowl of chips on my lap." he says sassily, flashing a cheesy, pleading smile.
You roll your eyes, grabbing the bowl and dropping it right on his stomach as he heaves dramatically.
"Weak littl-" you start.

"Hey! Do not get crumbs all over my fucking couch!" Dallon commands.

"Ooh look who's being the responsible one!" Brendon mocks.

"I'm surprised the word, 'responsible' is even in your vocabulary, Bren." Dallon wittily responds and winks at you. You suppress a smile.

We all wait for Brendon's answer.
"Well you... I... I got nothing" Brendon smirks and we chuckle at him.

"Alright, I got pizza on the way and we got chips over here-" he looks to the empty counter, "nope- on Kenny's lap and we can pop in a movie while waiting for the pizza, yeah?"

"Sure." You suggest.

Dallon walks over to the tv cabinet and pulls out a movie, "Deadpool?" he questions.

"Yes, that movie is the shit!" Brendon responds as he plops himself on the couch. This movie has the same humor he has; he could have written it.

Dallon bends down with his long legs and slips the movie into the player; you fixate yourself on the carpet on the left side of the couch. Brendon tugs at a little piece of your hair playfully.
"Aye!" you exclaim, slapping your hands on your head and catch his on the back of your head. He tousles your hair and you shriek, "Cut it out!"

"Cut it out!" he over-dramatically pleads, making fun of you.
"Do you know how long it took me to get these curls right?" you question and he chuckles.

You pull out your phone, fixing your hair and notice the small bar in the corner, '11%'.
"Shit, Dallon, do you have a charger I could use?" you ask, shaking your phone for him to see.
He tries to pull his eyes away from the remote, sort of dazed, "Hmm? Yeah." He looks to you, "Just one second."
He presses a couple buttons, pointing the remote at the tv and the previews begin to play. He throws the remote at Kenny and it falls on his thigh, bouncing onto the floor. Kenny glares at Dallon but he ignores it.
"This way." he motions for you to follow him and you trail behind him, following him down his hallway.

He slows down as you reach a door on your left and moves so you can enter first. As you step in, you realize it is his bedroom,
'Probably keeps his charger by his bed' you think, 'who doesn't?'
You look around, hooking your thumbs in your belt loops, awkwardly waiting for him.
"Well thanks, Dal" you say as you hear the door behind you lightly bouncing off the frame, almost closing. Dallon walks past you, towards his bed, as you spin around, taking note of the door.
"Oh, it does that." He replies as you turn back around. He disappears slightly as he reaches down by his bed, the familiar sound of a charger being pulled out of an outlet is heard. You take a few steps forward, trying to see his master bathroom. The tall boy walks back towards you, "Here." he utters softly, putting the charger into your palm and slipping his other hand into yours sweetly.
"Dallon-" you question as he steps closer to you.
What are you doing? You think.
"Shh-" he whispers, and you try to loosen your hand but he grasps tightly, lacing his fingers with yours. You attempt to writhe away, confused.

"I don't think-" you start, but he interrupts you, sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. The charger drops as you slip your hand out of his and place it on his chest, resisting. The small amount of space between you is like the amount of air in your lungs as your breath becomes faint. His lips part and eyes close when your hips touch and you try to fight your attraction to his scent. You rapidly scan his face.
"Dallon, I can't. We don-" you can't finish as he traces his cheek along your temple. "Dal-" you exhale in one breath, trying to block out the gradual pricks that form along your spine.
He rests the tip of his nose on yours, the space between you fading. You close your eyes as his lips slip into yours-

The door suddenly slams,
"What the fuck!"

You quickly shove Dallon off of you as your eyes snap to a horrified Brendon.

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To be Continued