Band Imagines/One-Shots

It'll Be Alright, Babe // Brendon Urie

*Dedicated to fobbinge . Thanks for the idea ❤️❤️*

You yelled in frustration, slamming your front door shut with your foot, and dropping your bag at the door.

You wiped the tears falling from your eyes with your sleeve, and immediately went to your couch, curling up in the corner of it, and burying your face in your legs, quietly crying.

You went on a date with your boyfriend, only for him to dump you at the restaurant you were at, and then leave you there to stare into the empty space he had once sat in.

So, you caught a taxi home, and waited to bawl your eyes out till you got home.

You bawled and bawled until you heard someone knocking on your door. You didn't want visitors, but you disregarded it, quickly wiping the smeared makeup on your face, and rushing to get the door.

You opened it, and saw your best friend, Brendon Urie standing there, a bag on his back, and a pillow in his arms, clad in a pair of slippers and pajama pants.

"Hey babe." He spoke your nickname softly, a very small smirk on his face. "Come here." He held open his arms, and you immediately burst into tears, walking into his arms and burying your face in his chest.

His arms wrapped themselves around you, and he held you close, resting his chin on top of your head.

You cried and cried, until he slowly walked you both back into your apartment.

You curled into his side, him holding you close and whispering in your ear to comfort you.

After about an hour, you calmed down.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Brendon whispered, lightly rubbing your arm. You nodded, and he slowly moved away from you, popping in a dvd, and coming back next to you, a pillow laying behind you, and blankets on top of you both as you cuddled.

About halfway through the movie, you noticed Brendon had shifted even closer to you, and he was playing with your hair. You didn't mind it at all, honestly.

Eventually, Brendon's hand found yours. This made you look at him, and he looked back at you. He just stared at you a moment, before slowly leaning in, pressing his lips against yours.

You sat, unsure of why this was happening, but you didn't care. Truth was, you had liked Brendon for a long time. But when he hadn't made a move, your boyfriend did, so you moved on.

Brendon's lips slowly moved against yours, until he very slowly pulled away. You blushed at the look he was giving you, but he cupped your cheek in his hand, smiling at you.

"Lets go on a date babe. We'll take it slow, I promise, but I really like you." He whispered. You smiled at this, and closed your eyes, leaning in his hand.

"I really like you too." You whispered. Brendon smiled, and pressed his lips to your forehead.

"It'll be alright, babe."