Teen Brendon Urie Oneshots/Smuts

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My own idea based off of teenage Brendon helping you cope with an asshole ex - there is smut! You have been warned

I sat at home relaxing, I hadn't been in school over the past few days, my boyfriend, even though I wasn't that into him, cheated on me, I felt like crap, worthless, I had barely even bothered to get up out of bed. I hadn't seen anyone, I hadn't even spoken to anyone in over three days, not even Brendon, my best friend, I was halfway through a crappy movie on Netflix when my mom called up.

"Y/N! Can you get the door?" I groaned, who the fuck could that be, I got up out of bed, checking myself in the mirror on my way out of my room, I looked semi decent, my hair was a mess and I had no makeup on but hey at least I was clean. I hopped down the stairs, heading to the door, I opened it and saw Brendon standing there, his usual hoodie and messy hair, glasses on, he looked so sweet I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Oh shit... Hey Bren." I muttered out, running a hand through my messy ass hair. "What're you doing here?"

"Well, I haven't heard from you since Tuesday night and its Friday and... well I was just worried about you. I guess I got too used to you calling me every night huh?" He was so sweet, I smiled at his words, melting instantly, any thoughts I'd had of shooing him off had since disappeared.

"Hey, why don't you come in, I'll explain it all." He nodded, we headed through to my living room, my parents were in the kitchen talking about groceries so there was no worry of them disturbing.

"So, what's been going on with you, I've been so worried." He ran a hand casually through his hair, god I kinda loved it when he did that, it looked so relaxed but sexy at the same time.

"Johnny cheated on me... I know I didn't even like him all that much but it still feels like shit, like why me? What's wrong with me?" I tried not to get upset, already diving into the subject despite only telling him 10 seconds ago. It was a strange feeling telling the guy I liked about how my boyfriend, who I didn't like, had cheated on me.

"Hey... nothing is wrong with you! I don't know why he would do that, couldn't he see what he had in front of him." He touched my arm gently, he confused me so much, what did all this mean, I could never tell, sometimes he came across like he liked me other times like he didn't damn it drove me crazy wondering.

"It just makes me feel like it's my fault, like I did something wrong or just wasn't good enough." I shook my head, covering my face, tapping my fingers on the table slightly.

"Don't blame yourself Y/N, no one in their right mind would go looking if they had you." He gave me another sweet smile, touching my arm, his head tilted to the side, thinking for a moment. "Hey... you know there's a carnival in town? You should come to it tonight."

"What, with you? But... I thought you have a date to that already... besides I look a mess, no makeup or anything." I sighed, standing to see him out, I wasn't sure if going out would be the best idea.

"Aww c'mon, come out with me, I don't have a date to it and it will be fun, take your mind off of things." He pleaded slightly, he stood and took my hand gently. "Besides, I like you better like this, you look pretty with no makeup on." I couldn't help but blush, he looked so sweet and sincere. "C'mon, have some fun, don't let him ruin your weekend."

"Ok... I just need to put some better clothes on ok?" He nodded, I ran to the kitchen door, turning back to look at him. "Wait by the front door ok." With those words I ran up to my room, I frantically neatened myself up, throwing on some skinny jeans, a decent looking sweater, brushing my hair out, I thought about putting makeup on but remembered what he had said, he liked me better without so I'd go without. I looked in the mirror, my outfit looked pretty cute I had to admit, I threw on some sneakers and ran back downstairs. He was standing by the door, car keys in his hand, I smiled as I got down stairs, gaining a cute smiled back, he touched my hand gently, pulling me in the direction of the door.