Brendon Urie Imagines

High School

You are in high school with Brendon and he is your loyal, caring boyfriend.

Words in italics are thoughts
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You sit in the commons area with your friend at one of the lunch tables.
"And oh my God the essay i did last night took 3 hours, I can't stand my English teacher... AP was such a stupid decision." She states.
"No, you're smart enough for it." You reassure her.
"I guess, I'm just so stressed."
"Midterms are coming up, you have every right to be stressed, just keep working hard... I mean c'mon, all of your teachers love you-"
She interrupts, "Except Mrs. Hasper."
"Except Mrs. Hasper" you continue, chuckling, "So they'll go easy and you're totally worrying for nothing becaus-"
You feel a firm but gentle hand on your shoulder and twirl your head around to see Brendon sit down next to you.
"Hey babe!" you greet him and he gives you a peck on the cheek.
"Well thank you" your friend says while standing up, "I better go study."
"Good luck!" You wish her as she enters the sea of students.

"So how was your book last night?" Brendon starts off the conversation.
You turn to him, "Oh, it was great, you wouldn't believe the twist! Ok so I was halfway through when I decided I couldn't put it down because when I thought he had no hope because he was so mentally lost and his father was turning against him he-"
"You finished it, didn't you?" Brendon ponders while raising an eyebrow cunningly.
You pause for a moment, catching the sudden word in your throat and smirk at him intently.
You chuckle, "You know me so well." You shake your head at him and turn to look at the faces passing by.
He giggles, "And always excited to get to know you better." He places his hand above your knee and gives you another kiss, this time on the temple and your body fills with warmth.
"Let's get going."
You stand up with him and wish each other a good day as you split directions for separate classrooms.

You enter your first period class and scroll through Instagram on your phone as you sit down in your desk.
Nick approaches the desk in front of you and sits facing towards you. You continue to stare into your phone, hoping he will leave.

Nick is the boy you rejected right before you got together with Brendon. He works out too much and always complains about his diet for football when he is the one who insists on staying fit despite his regular alcohol intake. You liked him slightly before he started drinking but then he became the exact person you want to avoid. He was best friends with Brendon back in middle school until they had disagreements and went their separate ways.
He still desires you even though you explained you had moved on. It was his turn.

He leans over your phone and teases, "How's Beebo Urine? Guess he hasn't gotten in your pants yet or you wouldn't still be with him." he chuckles and you look to him, "you could do so much better, you know, Y/N." he licks his lips slyly.

You fight back physical signs of discomfort -and vomit- and reply,
"Well at least Brendon doesn't wear an extremely tight jock strap to give him comfort because no girl will hold his dick."
A girl sitting 2 desks away covers the squeaky laugh that comes from her mouth, obviously hearing your statement.

He shrugs off your insult with a sneer, "His would look pretty pathetic, even with your pretty red nail polish on."
You glance at your acrylics and then tap your nails impatiently on the desk, glaring at him.

"I'm just saying, honey, Brendon's one kiss away from crumbling under the pressure of your overwhelming hotness and losing you, and when he does..." he pauses and bites his lip quickly,
"Hit me up" and walks to his desk with a try-hard swagger.

You exhale an impatient breath.
God, that kid has no people skills. Of all the douches in this school, the douchiest decides to pick on me. You think.

You decide not to tell Brendon, you know his social anxiety gets bad and don't want to worry him with ideas like someone hating him.

That morning was slow and regular. Nick kept trying to hopelessly get your attention during first period but you ignored his ill intentions. He looked enticing but his personality quickly ruined any thoughts of attraction.

You meet Brendon at your regular spot everyday upstairs before lunch: the terribly half-assed, student-made poster saying, "Eat your 5 to 13 servings of fruits and vegetables every day!" with a drawing of a broccoli holding a thumbs up.
Awful.
It was at the wall opposite the main steps and you always walked with Brendon to the less-crowded stairs on the right side of the school.

He approaches you with a small smile and you walk together down the hall.
"Rodriguez is relentless." Brendon states.
"Yeah? What did he do this time?" You add.
"He just can't understand tha-"

Someone grabs you by your backpack and pulls you along with them, rushing away from Brendon, "Hey walk with me for a minute, babe." He says to you.
Nick.
"Get the fuck off of me!" You shake him free and look into his face. Brendon stands a few feet away with a face contouring with fear and rage.
You stand next to the wall, trying not to become pressed against it so that Nick does not have the upper hand. He intimidates you with his large figure and suddenly your backpack is pressed to the wall. Great. He traces back the little bit of hair in your face and you wince; he attempts to enrage Brendon with jealousy. You try to swat his hand away.
"No need to be feisty." he states with a smirk while peering into your eyes and trying to advance closer to you.

C'mon Brendon.
You look at Brendon with pleading eyes but you can't show Nick you are nervous or he'll make it worse.
He looks terrified.

You look back at Nick with eyes burning with rage -or the sensation of coming tears.
You annunciate you words, "Nick, back off."
"Why doesn't your little boy-" He looks at Brendon with eyes like daggers, "make me." He looks back to your face and puts a hand on the wall next to your head, leaning into you and you shy back, looking down. "Or does he obviously not have the guts to keep you?" He whispers, his face inching closer towards yours, "Tragic for him, to lose such a pretty face all because he couldn't-" And suddenly Nick staggers back. You look up and Brendon stands between you and Nick, his body tense and hands in fists.

"Awe look," Nick teases with a chuckle, "He does want to lose his virginity to Y/N."
"Go bother someone single and desperate." Brendon puts his arm around you and you begin to walk away from Nick with him.
"Don't be a pussy, Brendon. We're gonna talk." He spits while grabbing Brendon's shoulder and spinning him around to face him.
"I'm not being a coward, and there's nothing to talk about. You are thirsty, rude, and always drunk; neither of us appreciate that and don't want to continue any kind of relationship with you. She is mine and I am no longer friends with you. Give it up and back off." Brendon turns away from him again and walks down the hallway with you. He lets out a very shaky breath.
You walk in silence for a moment until he speaks up.
"You know I love you, right? And I would do anything for you. This was minor, you're worth so much more than what just happened."
"Yes... I do know" you respond, "but it's very nice to be reminded." you look at him with a smirk and Brendon places a kiss on top of your head as you walk hand in hand down the stairs.

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This was written for @TheGreenGentlelady
and i feel like such a terrible person for taking 4 months to finally publish it :(
i hope you enjoyed!

I am going to try to get back into writing, i have been neglecting it and it's not ok. I'm working on it now.

Thank you for reading <3