Brendon Urie imagines

First. Drunk

Nichole rolls her eyes, and hands off Drunk Brendon to me. "He's wasted. But he's funny." She says, and a nod my head. Brendon runs over to me with open arms and snatches me into a hug. He squeezes super tight, and a gasp. "Brendon- I cant bReATh!" I screech, and Nichole laughs. Brendon let's go immediately, and starts to sob. Nichole raises an eyebrow, and leaves. I look at Brendon, and rub his cheek. "Baby- whats wrong? Why are you crying?" I say, and he looks up. Fuck, he's soo adorable. I don't like to see him like this. He's so cute. He makes a puppy dog face, and sniffles. "I-didn't m-mean t-t-to hurt y-you...I'm the w-Orst bOyfriend e-ever!" He sobs more, and stuffs his head into my shoulder. My shoulder starts to become wet from his tears. I let out a giggle. "Brendon." I say, "look at me beebo". He looks up with stained cheeks, and I awe. I grab his cheeks, and look at his lips. "You are NOT the worst boyfriend! Not even close. Your the best boyfriend ever. The best human I know. Words can't explain how much I love you. Everyday I wake up to remember your mine and I get to do whatever I want with you. God, your so precious.." I say, and he smiles. He raps his arms around me and hugs me. I hug him back, and can't help but to smile. "I love you two".

Trash. That was trash.