𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈

B. Urie - But It's Better If You Do

/ brendon x reader. Kinda smutty and lowkey sad :) its based off the song btw and vv rushed /

"Where are you going?" She asked, raising a brow as Brendon fixed his hair.

"Out." He said, emotionless. She sighed, "What am I supposed to do with you Brendon?" He averted his eyes to her small image blocking the door, "What?"

"Every night you go with your friends to those. . . Illegal strip clubs." She frowned.

"I told you before, Y/n! I don't go in to illegal clubs, I have to go to work to pay for this damned apartment!" He growled. She sighed once more and looked at her shoes, "Now stop complaining 'cause I gotta go." He said, kissing her forehead and reaching for his coat.

"No, don't go." she whined, slipping a piece of paper into his vest pocket. Brendon sighed and kissed her lips, "I gotta go." He said and gently pushed her out of the way.

"And don't wait up for me!" He said before closing the goddamn door.

"I won't." She frowned.

Italics are yours and the normal ones are Brendon's

As Brendon walked away from the apartment, he smiled as he saw Ryan from the distant, waving at him along with Jon and Spencer.

"Finally, I thought she wasn't gonna let you out." Spencer chuckled and Ryan hit him on the arm, "Oh shut it, Spencer. Y/n's worried for loverboy." Ryan said

Brendon laughed and buttoned his coat, "She tends to get clingy. It's annoying to be honestz" He said as they walk to the secret club.

Brendon knocks on the metal door as the other three looked around, "Who is it?" A deep voice said, sliding the piece of metal to see who it was. "It's Panic! At The Disco." Brendon smirked. Immediately, the metal door swang open.

Y/n looked around the house, for one last time. Her duffel bag hanging on her shoulder as she held her stomach, "Don't worry lil' one, I'm gonna find us a new place with much better people." She smiled and walked out the door

The club was filled than usual. Almost naked girls teasing masked guys, making out on every corners, stripping here and there, and the reek of alcohol filled their noses.

Brendon and his band were the performers every night. Same night, different sex partners. (Except for ryan. Ryan's a sweetheart)

Brendon bowed and signaled the boys to take 5, he sat down the bar and gestured the bartender for a shot. "Come here often, big boy?" A seductive voice said. He looked to his side, a masked girl with a tight red dress sat besides her.

"Actually I do." he smirked, adjusting his mask.

She sighed as she entered the airport, many people coming from different directions. She lined up and clutched her stomach, "No turning back now, baby."

Brendon threw his head back in laughter as the mystery girl told him a, seemingly, fake story. "Well, what's a dollface like you doing here?" He asked

"Looking for fun," She winked and pulled him by the necktie.

She waited for her plane to arrive, reading a book she brought with her. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A kind voice said.

She looked up and smiled, "No, not at all."

The girl sat down besides her, "I'm Juliet," the blonde smiled. "Y/n." she replied Juliet smiled and looked at her small baby bump, "Congrats! Are you flying to London to see their father?" Juliet beamed