///Brendon Urie Imagines///

Promises *smut*

A/n; so this imagine right here, ruined my life bc it is so cute and I love it. It DOES contain smut but it's adorable okay and also the picture in the era of Brendon to think about, bc Vices Brendon kills  me okay. I'm still taking requests, so feel free to suggest anything!

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I checked my outfit one last time in the mirror before heading down the steps and into my living room. Brendon would be here any minute to pick me up for our date tonight, and I couldn't be more nervous. I had decided that tonight would be the night I'd tell him I loved him and oh man, was I hoping he'd say it back. We'd been dating for just a few months, but when you're in highschool, a relationship that lasted longer than a week was something to be cherished. At first I was really suspicious of him, we'd been moderately good friends and I'd seen him with his fair share of girlfriends. He was very experienced in almost every department in regards to relationships, whereas I'd only ever kissed one boy on the playground in third grade.

Despite the theories my mind was creating, Brendon was so much more than the ladykiller I'd chalked him up to be. At least with me, he was. He knew what my limits were, and never attempted to push me too far. I'd always pictured that I'd lose my virginity sometime far into college, but Brendon made me reconsider that possibility. He's always so gentle with me now, why would that change if I was losing it to him? I know him, he wouldn't get too rough with me during my first time.

When I heard a light knock on my door I sprang off the couch, but my dad reached the door first. My parents didn't know of our relationship yet, they just knew that we were pretty good friends and our families went to the same church. One of the things Brendon and I had in common was our feelings about religion, or lack thereof. Our families knowing each other had its perks, they didn't care if I'd hang out with Brendon alone or come home late, because they trusted both of us.

"Hey, is Y/n ready? She said she'd help me with my math homework tonight," he says sheepishly. My father liked Brendon, but he didn't like to show it. He almost enjoyed the way Brendon would tense up when he'd plaster that same stern look on his face and give him glaring eyes. Brendon looked over my father's shoulder and a light blush hit his cheeks when he saw me.

"Dad, you can stop terrorising him now," I placed a hand on my dad's shoulder and pulled him away slightly. His poker face fell away and he smiled, before placing a hand on Brendon's shoulder. Brendon swallowed hard and stared up at my dad before he finally spoke.

"Make sure your mom gets us that pie recipe, we'd love to make it again sometime." My dad shook his shoulder lightly and laughed. Brendon let out a breath of relief and motioned for me to move past him and out towards his van. Sure, I thought it was a little weird at first that he drove around a big purple van, but then he told me about how it made everything easier when his band had to drive somewhere for a show. They could just throw everything in the back and not have to worry about it getting there on time. I loved Brendon's band, but due to prior commitments I hadn't actually gotten a chance to see them perform for a crowd, just me and a few people in his basement. "Don't stay out too late, kiddos!" My dad called just before closing the front door. I sat myself in the passenger seat of the van and waited for Brendon to get in on the other side. I noticed some pillows and blankets in the back, but I didn't bother asking about them yet.

"Now, you still haven't told me where you're taking me tonight," I said, feeling a bit anxious. All Brendon had told me about this date was that it was going to be a surprise. I didn't normally like surprises, but for Brendon I'd like anything.

"I think I may have told you that it was a surprise, and I've got that first part right here," he took his eyes off the road for a second and digging through a small bag that he had on the floor. There were other things in there, wrapped up gifts presumably for me. My heart raced, he was so adorable. He handed me what he pulled out, a silk pink blindfold. "Put that on, beautiful. It's gonna be a surprise until right I pull that off of you." I slip the fabric over my eyes and feel around for his hand. I find it a give it a tight squeeze, barely containing my excitement.