Summers on its deathbed - Brendon Urie x female reader

Soft classic rock

-strong language-

"WHAT THE FUCK RYAN?!" I screamed back at him, "I WAS INVITED BACK HERE, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN FUCKING SAY FOR YOU! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ANYWAYS?!"
"WHY DO- WHY DO I CARE?? I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND Y/N! FUCK! I WAS EVEN THINKING OF PROPOSING TONIGHT, IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR HIM!" He glared at Brendon, who I still had pinned against the wall from when we were kissing.
"NO RYAN. YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THAT SHIT ON ME LIKE THAT! IF YOU REALLY CARED ABOUT ME, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE STARTED GETTING PISSY AS SOON AS YOU SAW HIM! STOP ACTING LIKE A FUCKING BABY!!" I yelled in retaliation, sick of his stupid excuses already.
"BUT- BUT Y/N! WHY DO YOU EVEN LIKE HIM? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU KNOW THE PAIN AND TORMENT HIS SELFISH ACTIONS CAUSED ME? HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK OF ASSOCIATING WITH SUCH A DISGUSTING SON OF A BITCH, Y/N"
"I- Get out Ryan," I answered quietly, holding back the urge to cry, my anger being replaced with a deep, all consuming sadness, seemingly infinite.
"NO! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Ryan screamed as he punched the wall. Then, I felt Brendon move from his position from the wall and call for security on the intercom on the wall near us.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING START, URIE!" Ryan yelled, tackling him to the floor.
"Stop!" I sobbed, but they took no notice, and started fighting on the floor. Ryan, blinded by anger, moved closer to Brendon and, without thinking, locked lips with him. Brendon slapped him across the face, "What the fuck, Ryan?!" He exclaimed.
"Brendon I- I'm sorry I shouldn't have. I just- miss you; miss what we had. We were better off as lovers and not the other way around. Why can't-" He was interrupted by security entering.
"Mr Urie, are you ok?" He enquired.
"Yes, I am now, but please escort this man from the premises."
"Of course, sir."
As the security guard was picking Ryan up off the floor, he turned around to look at me and Brendon and spat on the floor in front of us. As Brendon wrapped his arm around my waist protectively, he said, "You know what Y/N? Fuck you. You bitch I'm breaking up with you. Enjoy your time with this disgusting little man while it lasts, and trust me, it won't," He pauses momentarily, to glare at Brendon, "I give it, what? A month? Three weeks? Before you run back to me begging for me to take you back. And I'll look forward to when you do. You'll always me mine, y/n, even if you can't see it. This isn't the last you'll see of me!"
Security led him out the door, and I burst into tears. Brendon hugged me and pulled me closer, wiping my tears away.
"Hey Y/N, It's okay, it's gonna be okay"
"I can't believe he'd do this to me! I thought he loved me?" I wept.
"Shhhhhh y/n it's okay. Sometimes people show their true colors in the most unexpected places, I understand. I'm so sorry this had to happen to you." He said as he ran his fingers though my long, black hair, that had long since fallen out of the messy bun i had put it in when I was getting ready for the show, when I was with Ryan. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
"I'm- I can't go back there, Brendon, to our apartment, to see him, where am I meant to go?!" I sobbed.
"Y/N, I don't want to sound forward but you can always come and stay with me, it's okay. I understand if you don't want to but consider it?"
"You'd really do that for me, Brendon?" If you're sure that would be amazing. I couldn't face having to go back there and seeing him."
"Of course, Y/N, I know we haven't known each other long but I really care about you." He replied softly
He held my hand as we walked out to his car, and he drove us to his apartment, classic rock playing softly on the radio.

This parts pretty intense, I loved writing it though! I hope you like it
-An LA devotee