bad girls don't cry {brendon urie x reader}

{mister bean boy urie}

i woke up to the dreadfully bright sun that shined through my curtains. i tried to get up when i noticed brendon's arm still wrapped around my body. he started to stir awake and i cuddled into him to pretend i was sleeping. he opened his eyes and kissed my forehead.

"god damn your gorgeous." he whispered.

i started to turn over and he took his arm off of me and got up. i sat up and gave him a weird look. "where are you going? you took my warmth away" i whined.

he chuckled and climbed back into bed with me. "what did i do yesterday? all i remember is getting drunk with pete and patrick at their house."

"well for starters, you act like a five year old when your drunk. you demanded we called you mister bean boy urie. you pouted a lot. you confessed your feelings for me. we kissed and went to bed. now here we are." i said, recalling last nights memories.

"wow. well i guess i'm a honest and pouty five year old named mister bean boy urie when i'm drunk." we laughed.

he swept a strand of hair, that fell into my face, behind my ear and leaned down to kiss me. "all that stuff i said was true, love. i like you a lot." he smiled as i buried my head in his chest. he chuckled and squeezed me tighter.

"do you think the boys are up?" i asked.

he rolled over and checked the clock. "it's only eight. they will probably stay asleep til noon." he said.

"wanna help me make breakfast, bean boy?" i asked.

"i'd love to" he chuckled and hopped out of bed. he looked adorable with bedhead and pjs. i followed him downstairs to see all the boys up already.

"uh, what are you guys doing up?" i nervously asked.

"we have to be at the studio in an hour and a half. what's up with you two?" jon interrogated.

"we uh, played video games and fell asleep." i lied. brendon giggled and took a seat next to the boys on the couch.

i grabbed the pans from under the stove and set two out; one for bacon and the other for pancakes. i started to mix the dough for the pancake batter when ryan hobbled in. his eyes were still bloodshot and puffy.

"good morning, ry! sleep well?"

"no. i couldn't. i was too upset." he blatantly stated.

"well, will my world famous pancakes cheer you up?" i asked.

"of course! your pancakes cure everything." we both giggled and he started to help me prepare breakfast for everyone.

"so why was brendon wearing my basketball shorts that i gave you? and why are you guys coming out of the same room?" ryan pressed.

"like i said, we were playing video games and we fell asleep. that's it. now can we finish making breakfast please?" i snapped.

ryan rolled his eyes and grabbed five plates out of the cupboard. i motioned for the other boys that the food was ready and they all sat down. i made everyone's plates and sat down right next to brendon. jon and spencer smirked at me while ryan gave brendon the stink eye. brendon was way to busy eating to notice the stares.

the boys discussed that they were finishing up backing vocals on the record today and that it would be done by tonight. i was so excited to tour with them. we were going on tour five months from then i was stoked. we didn't post anything about dates until both of our albums dropped.

the boys finished breakfast and went to their rooms to get ready. i started to clean the dishes when the boys all waved me goodbye and were headed out the door. brendon strolled back in, running over to me.

"i'll text you when i'm on my way home. meet me at the coffee shop on the corner of sunset, okay?" he kissed my cheek as i nodded, "see you later, love!" he ran back out the door.

i finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and went up to my room to get ready. it was only nine. i had seven hours to kill before i had to meet brendon. i took a shower and brushed my teeth. i went to my closet and picked out clothes. i grabbed a tie-dye metallica hoodie, black leggings, and my white fuzzy socks. i grabbed my phone to ask if anyone could hangout.

emo chat

y/n✨
can anyone hangout?
i'm bored!!!

gee🏴‍☠️
sorry sugar! mcr is in the studio. maybe another day?

peter👊🏻
pattycakes and i can hangout today.
can we come over?

y/n✨
yeah come over anytime!

peter👊🏻
dope! we'll be over in 20

patrick🔊
don't call me pattycakes!

y/n✨ changed "patrick🔊" to "pattycakes🥞"

pattycakes🥞
i hate you all!

twenty minutes after patrick's last text, the doorbell rang. it chimed again, and again, and again, until i reached the door. i hate pete!

i swung open the door to see pete's smug grin and patrick's warm smile. on purpose, i dissed pete's hug and pull patrick into a embrace instead. patrick and i laughed as pete gasped.

"that's what happens when you ring my doorbell too much. don't be a fucking child, peter." he pouted and followed me inside.

pete immediately went to the xbox and started to play a random game. he's a five year old on the inside. patrick and i sat at the kitchen table to give pete some rage room if he lost.

hours past by while patrick and i talked about music, life, love, and even all of our favorite drunken brendon memories. he was always drunk or high. we continued to talk about other stuff and we eventually joined pete on the couch.

"you tired of games?" i looked at a restless pete laying on the couch with the controller over his face. i took my phone out and snapped a picture while giggling the whole time.

"so, y/n, a little birdie told me you and brendon are pretty flirty. how's that going?" patrick asked.

i told him the details of last night and how i was meeting him for coffee soon.

an hour passed and i send the boys home letting them know i have to change out of my comfy clothes for my coffee date. i grabbed a white t-shirt, my black leather jacket, black jeans, and my black high tops. i grabbed my phone and walked to the coffee shop because it was less than two minutes away.

i arrived to see brendon sitting in a booth wearing the exact same thing i was. white shirt, leather jacket, and black jeans. i face palmed and strolled inside. we looked like such a couple and it was disgusting.

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that's it! TTFN!