Brendon Urie Imagines

In your room

This was requested by @VanessaNiemyjski

Hope you like it!-T
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You're sitting on your bed. You're
humming a song, This is gospel.

You smile to yourself. You're alone in bed, like always. Your boyfriend Brendon is working, again. Its late but you stay up anyways.

You get changed into pajamas, also known as sweats and a sports bra.

You don't realize it but, you start singing out loud.

If you love me let me goooooooooo!

If you love me let me goooooooooo!

Cause these words are knives that often leave scars!

(The fear of falling apart)

And truth be told I never was yours!

(The fear, the fear of falling apart)

You're voice now sounds louder. It sounded different.

This is gospel, for the vagabonds!

Naturals and insufferable bastards!

***

The fear of falling apart...

You hear slow claps near the door. You turn your head and see Brendon.

"Babe, you never told me you could sing."

"I never told you because I can't."

He sighs.

"Baby, you sound beautiful. Stop lying to yourself."

Your cheeks turn red.

He walks over and sits next to you.

"Sing to me" he demands.

"What?!"

"You heard me, sing."

Your hands start to tremble.

My wig tips waltz across naive.

Wood floors they creak.

Innocently down the stairs.

Drag melody.

My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches as a matching set of marching clocks

You hear a slight snore. You turn your head to see Brendon's head on your shoulder.

He's sleeping.

You sigh and pull off the covers. You pull him up next to you and pull the covers over both of you. You close your eyes and feel Brendon's arms wrap around you.

"I love you Y/N." He whispers.

"I love you to Brendon."