Brendon Urie imagines and smut

Bookstore

The bell connected to the front door rang. A man wearing sunglasses walked in.
"Oh?" You were surprised that somebody had bothered to come into your small bookstore. You put a book on the shelf and walked round to where he was, but he was gone. You continued walking but he had walked on once more. You heard a small snigger from the opposite side of the bookshelf you were looking at and continued walking down it. You saw him look at you quickly through a gap in the books before averting his eyes to the ground and chuckling.

"Can I help you?" You asked.
"No." The man replied bluntly, smiling sarcastically and you nodded your head.
"Okay, sorry." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and straightened up the books on the shelves before making your way back to the till.
"Um- This book's better, if you'd prefer to buy it." You pointed out to the man, who had picked up a book about England.
"Thanks." The man completely ignored you and walked over to the till to pay for the one he was holding.

"Actually, that book's okay. It's pretty boring but..." You trailed off and he shrugged his shoulders, looking uninterested. He handed over a £10 note to pay for the book and you put it in a bag. "You can take this one as well." You grabbed the book you had been talking about earlier and put it in the bag.
"Thanks." He muttered and began walking out the store.
"Thank you!" You yelled after him as the door closed.

"You totally had your eyes on him." Your friend smirked.
"Oh, shut up." You laughed playfully. "I couldn't even see his face because he had those bloody glasses on."
"You couldn't grab me a coffee could you?" He asked, yawning, and you nodded your head. Your friend pressed a £5 note in your hand and you made your way to the coffee shop.

After paying for the coffee, you walked back to the bookstore. You glanced down at your phone for a split second and ended up colliding with your customer from earlier, spilling scalding hot coffee all over his white shirt.
"Shit!" He jumped in surprise and pulled his shirt off his body.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" You panicked and you could tell he was glaring at you through his sunglasses.

"My house is just around the corner, I can give you a shirt and get you cleaned up, if you want?" You asked him and he cocked his head to the side.
"And what if your intentions were to kidnap me?" The man smiled slightly.
"They aren't!" You defended yourself.
"Whatever, just lead the way." He said bluntly and you hurried off to your house, the man following you closely behind.

"Okay so, if you go up the stairs and then turn left and walk to the end of that corridor, you'll get to the bathroom." You pointed out to him. "I'll get you a shirt." You ran up the stairs and into your friend's room, looking through his wardrobe until you finally found a white button down shirt. You walked to the bathroom and burst the door open. The man had his shirt off and jumped. "Shit! Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You averted your eyes and passed him the shirt.
"It's fine, thank you." The man took the shirt from you and got changed into it.

You sat downstairs, waiting for him to come down. When he came down, he grabbed his jacket and got ready to leave.
"Do you want anything to drink?" You asked. "Tea? Coffee-... no maybe not." You grimaced and the man chuckled slightly.
"I'm fine." He shook his head and you escorted him to the door.
"It was kind of nice to see you, you know? I never really have anybody coming into my bookstore and- yeah." You smiled and the man rolled his eyes slightly. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against yours. You were taken by surprise.
"Don't tell anyone that happened." He smirked slightly, handed you a piece of paper with his number on it and left.

*

It had been a day and you were still in shock from the suddenness of the kiss. You called the number and were put through to some other man, who said he would arrange for the man, Brendon, to see you. You made your way up to the hotel name and room number you were given and knocked on the door. Another person stood behind you sheepishly.
"Um, hi..." You furrowed your eyebrows and they smiled awkwardly. The door opened.

"Hello!" A woman greeted you. "Just take any seat and wait for your meeting with Brendon." You were confused. Why was it a 'meeting'? "Can I ask what magazine company you work for?" She smiled sweetly and you panicked. You saw a magazine named 'Alternative Press' on a table and told her you came from there. "Oh! There's quite a few of you then." The woman smiled forcefully and you made your way to your seat.

It was now your time to talk to Brendon. You walked in, shaking slightly.
"Hi." He smiled ever so slightly and gestured for you to sit down. He sat down on the chair to the side of you. "So..."
"So..." You said as well. "What is all this?"
"I don't know, different magazines asking for me to be their cover star?" Brendon said rather rudely.
"But why?" You were extremely confused now.
"Sorry?" He asked. "Are you stupid?" That comment hurt and he apologised quickly afterwards. "I'm in a band. It's what happens."

"Ah, okay." You smiled.
"You're not freaked out or anything? You're sat here with a celebrity, you know." Brendon chuckled and you just shrugged your shoulders.
"Clearly not that big of a celebrity because I've never heard of you." You smirked and he leaned back in his chair, making a slight gasping noise.
"That hurt." He held a hand to his heart sarcastically.

"Anyways, what are you here for?" Brendon asked.
"Well, I- uh- Are you busy tonight?"
"Yep." He answered and was about to continued speaking before the woman from earlier came in explaining that our time was up.

After being dragged in for a 5 minute interview with Brendon's manager, you were about to leave when you were pulled across once more by the woman. She pulled you into a room with Brendon and shut the door.
"Hi." He whispered. "I'm free tonight."
"Oh, how comes?" You asked, smiling. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Cancelled my plans. It just felt right."  Brendon sat down in a chair, resting his head on his hand. "I dreamt about you last night."
"Oh really?" You chuckled awkwardly and rubbed your elbow nervously.

"Yeah. Nothing bad. I was just walking down the streets of London with you." He spoke in his thick but cute American accent. "It ended quite suddenly." He sighed and stood up, walking closer to you.
"Oh. Well, what would have happened in it if it didn't end?" You asked quietly.
"I don't know... probably something like this." He spoke softly and placed a hand on your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. Your lips connected and a butterfly formed in your stomach.
"I think I've fallen in love." Brendon smiled slightly.

A/N
that was really really long and also shit I'm so sorry I've had writers block for ages aaaaaa! I'm meeting up with one of the owners of this account soon though and I'll be writing a chapter with them ! sorry if the others aren't too active, they have exams and work to deal with. Thank you for reading !!

-livvy 🐢