///Brendon Urie Imagines///

Pretty. Rough

To say that things were getting rough between Brendon and I was an understatement. He was almost done with the recording of Death Of A Bachelor, and his nerves were at an all time high. He'd always get really stressed when he finished music, but this time it was different. He'd spend all day at the studio, and then go out with Zack or Dallon for several hours at night. That left me alone most of the time, which I didn't always hate. I normally enjoyed peace and quiet, and being able to do whatever I wanted without having to check in with anyone. I'd taken up writing as a small hobby, and having several hours of quiet time during the day made it so much easier to get really invested into it.

Now I was tired of being alone. Brendon would come home so late, I'd already be asleep by the time he crawled into bed. And the few days he had off, he'd flip out because of the smallest things. I hated fighting with him, but his attitude lately made it so easy. Him and I had been dating for about two years now, and we moved in together a little under six months ago. At first it was great. Waking up next to him, having long discussions about nothing with him... and the sex. The sex was incredible. Neither of us had to worry about being quiet because of roommates, just the occasional times Zack slept over. But as of today, it's been a month since the last time I attempted to sleep with him. He claims that he hasn't been in the 'mood', but that just seems like a lame excuse. If he didn't want this relationship anymore, I don't know why he was trying to humor it any longer.

I heard the front door slam and heavy footsteps enter the kitchen behind me, he was home. He'd gone out for a 'run', or so he claimed. It's not that I assumed he was cheating, it's just the only probable explanation that I could come up with.

"Have you not gone to the store all week? There's no food in the fridge," he snapped, turning to me. I look down at my plate, I'd just finished the last bit of leftovers. I hadn't gone to the store yet, it was only Thursday and I normally go on Fridays. I didn't buy as much food last week because of the lack of Brendon's presence. I didn't want to buy anything just for it to go to waste.

"It's only Thursday, I'm going tomorrow. You haven't been around so I didn't buy as much." I walked over to the sink and rinsed off my plate, before resting my elbows on the edge of the counter. I was tired of arguing with him about everything.

"Are you kidding me? Here I am, working all week and then I come home to an empty fridge. What the hell do you do all day, you never go anywhere!"

"No, Brendon. Are you kidding me? This isn't the twenties. I'm not some simple housewife that has to do all the cooking and cleaning around the house because her boyfriend is too busy wearing the big-boy pants and working. If that's what you think this is then that's fucking rich."

"Good, because this place is also a fucking mess, you can't cook or clean for shit." What the hell? I keep this place looking pretty nice. The only clutter that's around here is Brendon's shit that he leaves sitting around everywhere.

"The only mess around here is you, Brendon." He laughs deeply at my comment.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean, Y/n? I work almost every fucking day, I'm sorry that I'm fucking stressed out. You try living a day in my life."

"You are a mess Brendon! You come home in the middle of the night, it's not about being stressed anymore. You've got a problem. And if I was you for a day, at least I'd make some time for my girlfriend instead of just yelling at her all the time! I'm so sick of this!" I cup my face in my hands, wiping away the stray tears as they fall.

"Not everything is about you, Y/n!" He slam his hand against the marble countertops and I flinch. I know Brendon would never hit me, no matter how angry he got, but the action still frightened me. "I have my own life to worry about, and I have to secure my own future in music before anything else!"

"What happened to our future? All of our plans, Brendon. It seems like you don't see me in your future. I love you, Brendon. But sometimes it doesn't feel like you love me," I push away from the counter and run down the hallway. Brendon calls after me, but I just ignore him. I find the old tattered suitcase in the back of our closet and throw it onto the bed.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" His voice cracks a small bit, and I can feel my heart ripping into small pieces.

"I think I should go, clear my head or something. I don't know. I can't fight with you anymore, I'm so tired, B." I toss in miscellaneous clothes from the closet into the bag, not caring that I'm getting wet tears all over them.

"Why don't you think I love you?" That's it, that's when my heart broke. The way he looked at me with nothing but sorrow in his eyes, the way he fell to his knees in the doorway. Against what my brain was telling me, I sat on the edge of the bed and told him how I felt.

"You don't talk to me anymore, you don't hold me when we sleep. We haven't had sex in over a month, hell I don't even remember the last time you kissed me. All we ever do is fight, I can't take it anymore. You haven't said it in so long, that you love me. I'm starting to think that there's someone else. I need you to tell me if there's someone else, I can't live like this anymore," my confession seems to shock him, as if it was completely out of the blue. He stands up from the doorway and tugs his hand through his hair. He slowly inches towards me and cups my face in his hands. His face resembles mine, tears running freely.

"There's never been anyone else but you. I love you, Y/n. More than I've ever loved anything in my entire life," he places our foreheads against each other and his voice drops to something comparable to a whisper. "I'm so sorry I made you think that I," his breath catches in his throat, "I would never do that." He holds me in a tight hug, and I feel my emotions give in as I hug him back.

"Something has to change, B. I want us to stop fighting all the time. You say you love me, but I need you to show it."

"I took all of my frustration out on you, I'm so sorry baby. I'll call off tomorrow, and the day after that. I miss spending time with you. I'm sorry," I can feel his body loosen up as he releases me from his embrace. As soon as I'm out of his arms I miss the warmth he brings, and I look at him with tired eyes.

"Just... don't put me through this again, please. I've missed you so much." I place a kiss on his lips and he eagerly returns it. He places a hand on my lower back and lays me down on the soft mattress, deepening the kiss. I feel myself give into his touch, but I pull myself together enough to gently press a hand against his chest and push him away.

"Did I do something wrong? I need you, so bad." His eyebrows knit together and I lightly giggle at him.

"We can do this tonight... but right now I think we should go to the store and get you some food. We'll need some energy for later." I wink and he gasps, before laughing along with me.

"You're so hot, but yeah, let's go. A little shopping date to start off our weekend. Sounds fun!" We both stand, and I decide to change out of my sweatpants to leave the house. He stares at me as I change, but I try my hardest to ignore it. If I act upon it, we may never leave this house again. 

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A/n; so I was thinking of doing a rather smutty second part to this, so let me know what you guys want/think!