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Brendon Urie - Making Up*

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yes || Hi can you please do an angsty brendon smut please ilysm i love your work!!

Warnings: NSFW || smut, angst, cursing, praise kink, mention of abuse (there is no physical abuse written in this).

Okay so I suck at angst, and I was completely winging this. I really hope it isn't terrible, but lately my life has been shit so I feel like I need to write to get it out. I apologize in advance if this sucks. Nevertheless, enjoy my loves. xx

This was not how you had planned the night to go. This was not how it was suppose to go at all. But here you were, saying things that you wanted to take back, but knew you never could.

When you were angry, it was like a veil over your eyes had been lifted and you could point out every character flaw someone had. Everything they had ever done wrong came out at once, and you had no filter on whether or not you hurt their feelings.

The fight had been going on for about half an hour now and each of you had screamed things that neither one of you should have. You were hurt, but it was obvious that he was too.

"I don't fucking care, Brendon! You hurt me! I have never once lied to you and the way you have treated me today... the way you've treated me over the past two months in fact, has been shit. I'm fucking done. So fucking done with your bullshit." You stated, shoving away from him and storming out of the room. He followed after you, still fuming.

"It was a little white lie! I wasn't being deceitful or malicious! I wasn't being an asshole. I was doing it to protect you!" He hollered, walking down the hall of your shared house, following you. You rolled your eyes, going into your bedroom, hoping that he would get the hint that you didn't want to be near him and he would leave you the fuck alone. However, it seemed that he wasn't quite done. "You're being a goddamn pain in my ass you know that?" He groaned, pointing his finger at you. "You have been so self centered, and only care about what you do, what makes you happy, how your life goes. You don't care about me or what I do or what I say. Everything I say goes in one ear and out the other doesn't it, Y/N? You're so self centered. So greedy. You know, sometimes I can't fucking believe you, Y/N." He accused.

At his words, you whipped around and laughed. You were so angry that you were going partially hysterical. In all honesty, you couldn't quite remember what the entire fight was about. All you remember was being pushed over the edge by him lying about something earlier today, and when you called him on it, he lied to your face.

In the heat of the moment you raised you hand to slap him, but immediately dropped it, along with whatever facial expression you had as realization of what you were about to do hit you. You wouldn't be that person. You wouldn't be that girlfriend. Never once had either of you laid your hands on one another. Never, would you do that. You would never abuse anyone. You would never be abused by anyone. You wouldn't let yourself be in an abusive relationship.

You looked at the floor and then looked at him. His face was stone cold, but softening as he watched what you did. He shook his head and quickly strode over to you. He didn't want you to feel how you felt. He didn't want to fight with you. Brendon hated fighting with you, he hated fighting in general.

His large hands cupped your cheeks and pulled your face to his, roughly pressing his mouth against yours and capturing your lips in a hungry, and half angry kiss. You whimpered in bliss against his lips as his tongue slipped between your lips and into your mouth, moving against yours. He smirked and pulled your body closer, his hands trailing around your waist and onto your lower back. For a moment, you forgot that you were angry. But that moment passed as quickly as it came.