My Mom’s first impressions of different band members:

Brendon Urie: “Hot.”

Vic Fuentes: “He has beautiful hair.”

Kellin Quinn: “He looks like a baby.”

Tyler Joseph: “Is he a model? He should be a model.”

Josh Dun: “He’s the punk one in that group you like, right?”

Tony Perry: “He looks better now without the earrings. His tattoos are pretty.”

Andy Biersack: “He looks sexier with longer, curly hair.”

Patrick Stump: “He’s teeny!”

Pete Wentz: “He looks like a dad.”

Mike Fuentes: “Him and that other guy are brothers? He looks like a rapper.”

Jaime Preciado: “How does he do his hair?”

Oli Sykes: “Tattoos!”

Ronnie Radke: “Ouch! The side of his head? Damn.”

My Mom Talking About My Favourite Band Members/celebrities

Mikey Way: He’s the only cute member of My Chemical Romance Ryan Ross: he looks homosexual Tony Perry: His owl tattoo is cool but otherwise he’s scary Kellin Quinn: She’s cute Brendon Urie: He’s hot. I’d leave your dad for him Andy Biersack: He looks like a girl trying to be a boy Pete Wentz: eh. Patrick Stump: He looks nice. Joe Trohman: Sometimes he’s cute. Andy Hurley: ew. Jaime Preciado: He’s the only cute member of this band

Brendon Urie x Reader : Crazy in Love

It had been a long day at work, and you felt like you really needed to relax. Maybe your favorite restaurant would help ease you up. You called an old friend, seeing if they would like to come with you, but they didn’t respond, so you decided to go alone. You sat down at a table, ordering a glass of wine and pulling out your phone, sighing when you realized you still haven’t gotten a call back. You picked up the menu, deciding what to order, one of your favorite dishes, and then leaned back in your seat, trying to settle down. It had been a busy day, and it seemed like you wouldn’t get a chance to breathe, but now that you finally found it, you felt exhausted and tired more than anything. You took the last bite of your dish and then pushed the plate away, feeling extremely sleepy and ready to go take a nap at home. “Bill please?” you asked the waiter.

“Oh, actually it’s already paid for,” he replied.

“What?” you raised your eyebrows, wondering what he meant.

“Someone paid for your meal,” he explained.

“Am I allowed to know?” you wondered.

“It’s the young gentleman over there,” he informed, pointing a finger at a guy about your age, sitting alone as well, sipping on his glass of beer. He was handsome, wearing a tux, and you wondered why he would be sitting all by himself.

“He just… paid for my food?” you inquired.

“Yeah, he claimed that you were a friend of his,” he responded. “I don’t know. I thought it was quite considerate.”

“It is,” you nodded. “Do you think I would be able to go speak to him?”

“I think so,” the waiter nodded slowly. “He’s been staring at you a lot.”

“What?” you gasped. “Staring?”

“Yeah. I think he likes you,” the waiter laughed. “But I don’t know. Just a guess.”

“Thanks for telling me,” you smiled. “Wish me luck.” You got up and decided to walk over to the man, and as you got closer you found out how handsome he really was. He had beautiful dark hair, brown eyes, wide lips, and he looked very fine in that suit. You sat across from him, pulling out a seat and sitting in it. He looked up at you, smiling.

“I see you finally came around,” he laughed.

“It was kind of you to pay for my meal,” you remarked. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he grinned. “You look stunning today.”

“Do I know you?” you inquired.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I know this is my first time seeing you though, because if I had met you before, I know I would’ve remembered.”

“You’re a flirt,” you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m Brendon Urie,” he corrected.

“Funny too,” you chuckled. “I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”

“Nice to meet you y/n,” Brendon grinned.

“How come you paid for my food?” you wondered.

“What? A kind gentleman can’t preform an act of kindness unless he has a reason?” he questioned.

“Brendon,” you narrowed your eyes.

“Okay, I just wanted to meet you. You seem nice,” he shrugged.

“I seem nice? You just met me, you’ve barely even talked to me,” you laughed. “How do you know me?”

“I don’t,” he reminded. “But I would like to.”

“You’re amusing,” you just chuckled to yourself, looking at his gorgeous brown eyes. “Look, I’d love to stay, but I’m quite tired and I’m afraid I don’t have time for this.”

“Well don’t feel obligated to stay then,” he reassured. “How about you give me your number, and I’ll give you a call tomorrow, and we’ll work out a time then.”

“A time for what?” you questioned.

“Exactly,” he winked.

“What? you shook your head.

"I’ll give you a call, just give me your digits,” he offered. “Trust me, you’re getting the better half of the deal.”

“What do you mean?” you just giggled.

“All you need to do is give me your phone number, and you will get a lovely call from me, along with an invitation on a romantic date, and perhaps some other wonderful opportunities,” he explained.

“Well I can’t say no to that,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically. “I’d be a fool.”

“Exactly,” he agreed.

“I was joking,” you sighed. “Look, you’re a really nice guy, and I’m really glad you paid for my meal, honest. But I’m super tired and I don’t think I’m in the mood for this right now.”

“Then don’t worry,” he told you. “All I’m asking for is your number.”

“My number,” you repeated.

“That’s right,” he sighed.

“Okay,” you complied. You grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen from your pocket, writing down your name and number for Brendon. “But you can’t call me until tomorrow.”

“I promise,” he reassured. “I’m not going to be an asshole, I’m going to be a gentleman.”

“I hope so,” you laughed. “It was nice meeting you Mr. Urie.”

“And you as well y/n,” he replied. You scooted out from your chair and smiled at him, walking out and looking forward to crashing on the couch at home, able to finally sleep.

When you woke up, you checked your phone, honestly surprised that he hadn’t called you already. Brendon Urie was the only person you could think of last night, and it seemed as if your mind couldn’t stop thinking about him. You got out of bed and took a shower, getting dressed for work and wondering if all of last night had been a dream. Brendon had been extremely nice to you, although he was sometimes cheesy and an absolute ladies’ man, but he had paid for meal and you couldn’t deny that you were actually looking forward to his phone call.

You went to work, sort of saddened that he hadn’t called yet, and when lunch break rolled around, checking your phone was the first thing you did. You scrolled through your notifications and didn’t see any phone calls, and frowned. You had almost lost all hope, when your phone rang and you answered without a second to loose, putting it up to your ear. “Brendon?” you asked hopefully, excited to know he had finally called.

“Uh, no. Who’s Brendon?” a familiar voice responded.

“Oh gosh,” you groaned. It was your friend.

“Hey, I was returning your call from yesterday. What’s up? Who’s this Brendon dude?” they wondered.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you just grumbled, hanging up on them and shoving the phone back in your pocket. You didn’t even care whether you sounded rude or not. You needed to hear his voice again. You missed Brendon so much, even if you just met him yesterday. He was so nice and so funny and everything about him was amazing. Your phone rang again, and you lifted it up to your face half heartedly, almost certain that it was your friend calling you back to annoy you, but when you read the unknown caller ID, your face broke out into a huge smile and you instantly answered the call. “Hello!”

“Hello,” the voice replied. Yup, it was him.

“Is this Brendon?” you wondered.

“You bet,” he responded. “I’m assuming this is y/n.”

“You’re right,” you sighed. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

“Hold up, this is coming from the same person who almost didn’t give me her number yesterday?” he chuckled.

“You’re all I can think about,” you confessed. “I have to see you again.”

“Whoa, whoa. I thought you didn’t even like me,” he told you.

“I thought you were amazing,” you gushed. What were you even saying? It was as if you had no control of your words, everything just spilling out of your mouth all at once, all your thoughts poured out for him to hear.

“So you were playing hard to get yesterday or what?” he wondered.

“Brendon, I don’t care what we do, I just got to see you tonight,” you begged. “I miss you so much.”

“Goodness gracious. Looks like I really must’ve made a good first impression,” he laughed. “When do you get off work?”

“Five hours,” you groaned.

“I’ll see you then,” he decided.

“Where at?” you inquired.

“Same restaurant, I’ll be there with reservations for two,” he explained. “I’ll take it you’ll be there?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. He just laughed and then hung up, and you stared blankly at your phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. Brendon Urie was driving you crazy, crazy in love.