Brendon Urie Imagines | Volume 1

Imagine 14 | Pictures

A/N: Hey guys! So I'm still at a loss of requests, I literally have none. So please suggest something! I'm quickly running out of ideas, if I don't get any soon, I'm gonna pulling ideas out of my ass.

Anyways, this imagine is based on the song Pictures by Conor Maynard (whom I adore dearly, I might write a Conor X Reader soon). I highly suggest you listen to the song while reading. Thank you and enjoy.

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"What are you doing?" You raised an eyebrow at Brendon. He had his phone up, like he was taking pictures.

"Taking pictures of you." He smiles.

"Why? You know I'm not photogenic at all." You mumble.

"I want to remember this, I want to remember how beautiful you looked."

You look down. You weren't sure how to feel about this.

Time skip

You two had broken up.

Tragic, I know.

It was sad. He had started coming home in a pissy mood. It also pissed you off, causing you two to bicker back and forth which wasn't healthy.

He took so many photos of you. He took photos of you going shopping, watching television, and, well anything you were doing.

He was heart broken. It had been months since the breakup and he sat there on the bed, buried in polaroids. He tugged at his hair. He threw the boxes and boxes of Polaroids and printed pictures to the floor. Pictures drifted in the air like snow. He screamed. He didn't want the memories to fade.

He just wanted to remember you, and everything you did. You didn't know he was this heartbroken and, to be honest, you didn't care.

He didn't want to miss your thing, the way you both molded together. He just didn't want to miss you this bad. So, in the end, he picked up the boxes. He nearly wrapped them and tied them in ribbon, and placed them on your doorstep.

Just for you to find.

A/N: Part 2?