I was watching brendon urie periscopes on youtube and got this idea. You’re welcome. It was also requested.
Request: Can you do a poly imagine with brendon urie x reader x sarah urie
“‘You’re a dick’, why thank you,” Brendon said, reading off the chat on periscope, “'my mom’s phone corrected your name to breadbin,’ that’s sweet.”
I laughed at that from seat next to him,“'her glasses need jesus’,” I read, “fuck you, I love my glasses.”
“Oh look, more people asking about my dick,” Brendon pointed out on the screen.
“His dick is very nice,” I laughed, Brendon laughed really hard at that.
“Well, you heard it here folks,” He laughed, resting his head on my shoulder.
“'What does she look like without glasses?’ You’ll never know,” I chuckled.
“She looks very nice without glasses,” Brendon sighed.
“'Where’s Sarah?’ I have no clue,” I said, looking around. Brendon lifted his head off my shoulder and looked too.
“Probably up stairs or something,” Brendon suggested.
I shrugged and read out more comments, “'You’re a slut,’ aw, that’s not nice.”
“Fuck you,” Brendon said, getting a bit defensive, “You’re a douche for even suggesting she’s a slut.”
“Brendon, it’s ok,” I said, patting his back.
“'Why is Bren getting so defensive?’ Because one of you just called my lovely girlfriend a slut.”
“’(Y/n) is sweet, fuck off,’ that’s nice, but it doesn’t bother me,” I said. Sarah stalked down stairs, but neither of us heard her.
“’(Y/n) and Bren should wear eachothers glasses,’ I don’t know, she’s pretty blind,” Brendon laughed.
“Just shush and hand me your glasses,” I laughed, handing him my glasses.
Once the were on his face, he squinted. Sarah had to stifle a giggle when I went bug eyed.
“Holy shit you’re blind,” Brendon said, “this is too clear, it makes my eyes hurt.”
“Wooow, it’s so blurry,” I said, trying to read another comment, “’(y/n) is pretty with glaciers?’ I think I read that wrong,” Sarah snuck behind us.
“’(Y/n) is pretty with glasses,’ I agree,” when she said it both Brendon and I jumped. Brendon jumped so hard he dropped his phone.
“Jesus fucking christ Sarah! Don’t do that!” Brendon cried as I tried to even out my breathing. We switched glasses back as Sarah laughed at us.
“Don’t do that again,” I said, picking up Brens phone, “Sorry about that, guys.” There was a flood of ‘lol’ 'lmao’ and 'it’s ok’ in the comments.
“I think I just shit myself,’ don’t do that, go change,” I read.
“'Jesus fucking christ,’ I don’t think jesus wants to fuck christ,” Sarah read.
“I guess that’s our queue to go, some of you were nice, and some of you were bastards-”
“Brendon,” Sarah warned.
“Bye!” I waved, ending the broadcast.
“Jesus christ,” Brendon sighed, locking his phone and putting it up.
“Could have been worse,” I said, kissing his cheek, “Sarah only scared us once and I only got called a slut twice.”
“They shouldn’t call you that to begin with,” Sarah said, “You’re not a slut.”
“Thanks, babe.” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
“So, food?” Brendon asked. Sarah and I shared a look.
“Taco bell?” She asked.
“Taco bell.” I affirmed.
“Not again!” Brendon exclaimed, a giant smile on his face, nonetheless.
I kissed Brendon on the lips, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Fine, let’s go to taco bell,” He sighed. Sarah and I wooed in celebration, “jeez, my girls are spoiled.”
“You love us,” Sarah said, holding his keys out to him.
“That I do,” He sighed, “that I do.”