||Shut It|| Brendon Urie x Reader

Brendon Still Can't Get Over the Fact That Author Never Updates

Hello everyone this chapter is dedicated to me being stupid and never updating.

jk there's an actual story in this book (I think?)

It had been a month since Kassidy and Sam lodged at Brendon's home with you. Both of them caused quite a ruckus, but it cheered you and Brendon up immensely.

After that? Well, that was a different story.

Louise and Zack never changed. They both held onto their own unique personalities. If anything, they grew even closer to you and Brendon. Ice cream became a very—even extremely—relevant topic around Louise. That sentence can be very easily explained by the lack of ice cream in Brendon's freezer.

The media died down. People can't stay stuck on one topic forever, but nothing ever truly completely disappears. There were a few comments here and there, but Brendon's words caused a chain reaction of people who agreed with him to take action. The comments were easily taken out by several fans telling them off. To that you were grateful, but it was hard to even wrap around that fact that anyone would talk shit to start with.

Brendon was, well, Brendon. He was still goofy as ever and spent most of his time in his studio creating his own, new melodies. Occasionally, without him knowing, you would sneak in while he was distracted and just watch. Watch and listen. The amount of concentration and focus he put into his work was immeasurable. The beautiful tunes he managed to produce through such dedication and hard work always seemed to bring a smile to your face. (You were pretty certain he would let you sit in his studio with him if you asked, you just wanted to feel like something out of a spy movie.)

Kassidy, as per usual, was on a mission to keep up with her own mischief. She still visited the same coffee shop and now started a job there, as much as she hates to do any sort of activity that uses mental energy. She never truly explained why she got a job there, but she did mention the coffee discounts.

And Sam. He was the current situation you were dealing with. You dated him once, and he had handed you over to Brendon willingly, but it seemed as though something was off.

After staying over at Brendon's, he began to message you even more than he did before. A casual wake up message, the occasional good night, the unnecessary and often irrelevant details of his day. No matter what, you always had a message from Sam on your phone.

You didn't mind texting Sam. After all, he was one of your closest friends. It was just off putting how he made a quick shift from the weekly "how are you doing?" text to the non-stop off and on conversation.

And God knows you couldn't ask Kassidy about it. There was some major romantic tension between Sam and Kassidy, and you assumed Kassidy knew it. She may not seem like the most observant person, but she is quick to catch onto her own emotions. The most likely situation was that Kassidy knows she has feelings for Sam, but she's just waiting for Sam to realize he feels the same way about her.

And God, has that taken a long time. It seems as though he just can't get his head out of the clouds. From the way he looked at her, the way he protected her, and the way he even talked about her, it was obvious to everyone but him that he liked her.

And so, you had to come to terms with the largest question in this scenario: what was keeping Sam from realizing he liked Kassidy?

There was only one reasonable answer.

"OATMEAL," you heard Brendon scream from the kitchen downstairs, knocking you out of your thoughts. Although you had just been thinking seriously, you couldn't help the smile that crept up to your cheeks.

Sliding down the stairs, you yelled back, "WHAT IS THIS ABOUT OATMEAL, GOOD SIR?"

He then proceeded to stare at you like you were absolutely insane. Yes, despite the fact that he screamed "oatmeal" at the top of his lungs.

"I was just blanking on a lyric to write for my song, so I just started blurting out the first words that came to mind to give me some ideas," he said as if it was the most obvious reason why someone would be screaming the word oatmeal.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah, okay. Finish writing your song about oatmeal."

"Noooo, come back," he reached out his arms as if you were going to walk away even though you hadn't even made a step in the other direction.

But, that did make you a little happy. Okay, a lot happy. You made your way over to him and sat on the stool beside his. Glancing over his shoulder, you saw a note pad of brainstormed lyrics where he had quite literally written "oatmeal."

"Dear God, Brendon. Are you actually going to write a song about oatmeal?"

"Yes. And I am going to dedicate it to you."

"Wow, a song about oatmeal for me? Cute."

He chuckled at your sarcasm and adjusted his thick rimmed glasses. "You know I'm joking, babe. There's a song I actually wrote for you."

"For real?!" You perked up, surprise written all over your features.

"Yes, for real. Do you want to hear it?"

You messed with your clothes nervously. "May I?"

He just stood up and smiled, taking your hand and leading the way to his studio. "Of course."

Upon arrival at the modernly decorated music room, he sat down on the piano bench and patted the spot next to him. You sat down beside him and he prepared his hands. "Now, this isn't complete yet, I only have most of it down," he said, but you rested your head on his shoulder to reassure him that you didn't mind.

And with that, he played the first chord of the song he wrote just for you.

Yay Brendon wrote a song woah didn't know he did that

Sorry I was gone again. It's been a busy time :(