Brendon Urie Imagines

Step Brother

*Y/N P.O.V*
*14 years ago*
This was requested by @mich183v

I sat in my room playing with my toys, when my mom came in.

"Hey sweetie, there's some nice people downstairs that I want you to meet" she said softly.

"Okay mommy" I said and giggled as I skipped down the stairs.

I wasn't looking as I got down the stairs and I ran into somebody.

I ran into a boy my age.

He had dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and soft skin.

I stepped a few steps back and hid behind my mom.

He looked down at his feet awkwardly.

"Y/n, it's okay, he's a very nice boy. This is Brendon, he's 3 years old, like you are. He's going to be staying with us for a while. Is that okay sweetie" my mom said sweetly.

I slowly walked out from behind my mom and went up to Brendon.

"S-so you're l-like m-my step b-brother?" I asked him.

He nodded slightly.

I smiled and hugged him tightly.

"I've a-always wanted a-a brother" I said.

I felt him hug me back tightly and he nuzzled his face into my neck.

And then I felt tears on my shoulder.

I pulled back and looked at him.

"Are y-you okay" I asked worried.

He started sobbing and pulled me close.

"I just, I haven't had family for a long time and I miss having family" he sobbed into my neck.

I started crying and said "don't cry Brendon, I'm your family now. You have a family. I'm your family" and kissed his cheek.

He blushed and giggled.

"I've always wanted a sister.

           *present time*

"So, you got a date to prom yet?" Brendon asked while walking with me to my locker.

Brendon has been my 'brother' for 14 years now.

Both of his parents died in a car accident and in their will, they wanted Brendon to live with us. So my mom adopted him and he became apart of the Urie family.

The only problem is, is that I have the mentality that he isn't my actual brother and I have a huge crush on him.

"Sadly, no. Nobody has asked me out to the dance yet" I sighed.

"Well, if nobody asks you, then I'll take you. I don't have a date yet and I probably won't get one" he replied.

"hush, you'll get a date, you're very good looking" I said and playfully slapped his shoulder.

"Oh shut up, I'm not good looking what so ever" he replied.

I pouted at him. I hated it when he put himself down like that.

"Don't put yourself down" I said and hugged him around the neck.

He wrapped is arms around my waist and pulled me against him.

"I love you Y/n. Don't leave me. Don't leave me like my parents did" he cried softly into my ear.

That sentence alone made me want to cry.