Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Brendon Urie x Reader - Homecomming

Requested on Tumblr
Reader: female (implied?)
Warnings: alcohol
Word count: 1 504
A/N: I fucking love Quickstep, okay?

Brendon was feeling bad. He knew he shouldn't. But he was anyway. The one evening you had been looking forward to for almost a year now, and he was not there. Yesterday had been the annual prom of the dancing school you worked at, and you had been beyond excited to go there with him. And he even had managed to get the label only to book concerts so he could be home in time for him to accompany you, but then his flight had gotten canceled, and the next had gotten delayed, and eventually he was a day late.

He knew you had gone alone, since you were a dancing teacher you had to turn up, partner at your side or not. You had sent a couple of pictures, of the ankle long, beautifully elegant dress you had worn, of the difficult up-do you had managed all by yourself, and eventually a video of the dancefloor with dozens of couples dancing a romantic rumba.

Of course Brendon would never be as good at dancing as you were, after all it was your job (and the one time he had seen you teach a class had made it obvious to him that this job was the thing you were destined to do in life). But still he would have loved to see you in that dress, have been able to place his hand sneakily at your bare back, where the dress was showing off your skin so beautifully, would have wanted to help you out of the car, and watch you all evening long, the smooth fabric gently moving around your body, while you gracefully made your way through crowds as if they were nothing but shadows. And maybe he could have even stolen a dance or two from you, trying not to feel too silly knowing that, from the men you were encountering on a daily basis, he was the worst dancer.

But because his flight had been canceled he was now mopping around on the backseat of a cab, Zack sitting next to him with an almost amused smile.

"You're like a toddler, you know that," the body guard asked, secretly glad he was able to get rid of the pissed of musician soon. The tantrum Brendon had thrown at the airport in private between the two of them yesterday had been beyond annoying, and while Zack knew how important it was to Brendon to prove to you that he was a good husband, he could not help but eventually be annoyed by it.

"I know," Brendon sighed.

"I texted her, she knows we're coming in a couple of minutes," Zack informed, looking out of the window. The streets from the airport to Brendon's home were familiar by now.

When the cab eventually pulled up in front of the house, Brendon could not get out of the car quickly enough. It was already late in the evening, so seeing the blinds drawn at the windows of the house worried him. Were you asleep already? He had been looking forward to talking to you before going to sleep.

"Want me to help you with your luggage," Zack offered, and Brendon quickly nodded, taking one of the suitcases by the handle, and walked up to the house.

As quietly as possible, he unlocked the front door, and realised in relief that the lights in the living room were still on while soft music was playing.

"Baby, I'm home," he called into the corridor, kicking off his shoes carelessly into a corner, and walking into the living room.

He had walked into his living room many times before, but never had it looked like this.

Along the shelves and the mantelpiece, on the table and the window stills burning candles were lined up, filling the room with warm orange light. He wanted to make a joke about the pentagram on the floor missing, but in that moment you stepped into the room as well, and that took his breath away.

You were wearing the dress you had sent him photos off, but the pictures did no justice to your beauty. It did not happen very often for Brendon to be left speechless, but in that moment he was. He could not remember having seen you this beautiful and elegant since your wedding. Now your hair was done up again, pearls reflecting golden light from your hair, a soft glimmer coming from the delicately applied lipstick you were wearing. The dress gently swung around your legs as you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and gazing at him for a while. His hands immediately found their way to your waist, like an instinct.

"Glad you're home," you whispered and were leaning in to kiss him, when Zack burst into the house.

"What the hell is that," he wondered, looking around with furrowed brows.

Brendon could not help but feel annoyed. Couldn't he see the moment was intimate?

"Well," you pulled away from Brendon, walking over to the couch table where you had placed two glasses and a bottle of wine, "I thought since Brendon couldn't make it to the prom yesterday, we could do our own little prom here tonight."

Pouring wine into the two glasses, you walked back over, and handed one to Brendon, offering the other one to Zack, who denied.

"You're weird," Zach shrugged.

"It's amazing," Brendon grinned, finally escaping his surprise, and placing the glass aside in order to pull you into a hug, "I love it so much!"

You giggled a little, very likely the sweetest sound Brendon would ever know.

"I'm glad you like it. Self-made pizza is in the oven for later, and there is your favourite pudding in the fridge as desert," you informed.

"You've gone all out, haven't you," Brendon laughed, gently kissing your hair.

"I have," you agreed, "We even have a perfect playlist full of our favourite songs to dance to, and your tuxedo is upstairs on the bed."

"I'll be back in a sec," Brendon decided, and quickly ran out of the room, up the stairs.

"You know how to make him happy," Zack rolled his eyes, "He's been in the worst mood since he found out he'd miss the prom."

"It's a tradition to go," you shrugged, "I know it's important to him." You took a small sip from the glass of wine Zack had denied. "What?"

Confused you gestured towards Zack who was watching you with a raised eyebrow.

"The two of you are the worst couple I know. You know each other so fucking well, can read each other's thoughts even, and are so sweet together, I'm getting caries from just looking at you together!"

Taking another sip from the glass you smiled knowingly.

"I'll take it as a compliment."

A few moments later Brendon came running down the stairs again, dressed in the black tuxedo, still trying to tie his bowtie correctly.

"I'm ready! Prom can begin," he announced excitedly.

Laughing you stepped in front of him, and finished tying the bowtie for him.

"Sorry, I don't got a tux for you, Zack," you smiled when you turned to the other man.

"Nah, I'd rather get home. Enjoy the time alone you two," he shrugged, still obviously confused about what was going on with you to organise such a thing.

"Before you leave," you quickly called for Zack who was already on his way to the door, "could you take a couple of pictures?"

You pointed to the camera on the side table by the living room door, and compliantly Zack snapped a couple of photos before eventually saying good night, and leaving. When the door fell into its lock behind him, Brendon turned to you.

"Got you all to myself now," he grinned, and pulled you into his arms, gently kissing you.

The fabric of his tuxedo was not yet warm, only cool, rigid fabric underneath your fingertips.

"Should I put on some music," you eventually asked, not quite able to tear your eyes away from Brendon's lips.

"Definitely," he agreed, and reluctantly let go of you, allowing you to head over to the stereo where you plugged in your mobile and chose a song from a playlist. Almost immediately the upbeat rhythm of a Quickstep sounded through the living room, the music getting Brendon eager to dance along immediately. Thank god the living room was big enough.

Quickly he jumped over to you, and placed his hand on your shoulder blade, taking hold of your hand with the other. You placed your free hand on his upper arm, and smiled at him, while he pulled you close into the correct stance which you had taught him years ago. On the right beat he started dancing, guiding you through the living room, his body and yours skilfully moving to the music, and right here, right now, he was rather glad he had missed the prom yesterday, and gotten to dance with you like this instead.