We've Got A Collar Full Of Chemistry (Brendon Urie X Reader)

Do It All The Time

We finish the drive to Brendon's house and got out of Cherry Bomb. We grab my bags out of the trunk and walk up to the front door. Brendon unlocks and opens the door, holding it open for me.

"Mi casa es su casa." He says.

"Why Thank you kind sir." I say walking through the door and I am immediately hit with the feeling of being home. "Wow," I say to Brendon, smiling, "you have a really nice house I wish I could live here the time."

Brendon lets out a small laugh. "I mean you can if you want to, I wouldn't mind."

I turn and look at the man in front of me with confusion. "What are you trying to imply Urie?"

"Nothing. Never mind, don't worry about it."

"Okay. If you say so." I roll me eyes and walk further into the house.

I'm greeted by a black piano with alcoholic beverages on the top of it with a picture of Frank Sinatra almost directly opposite the musical instrument. Brendon walks in front of me slightly and smiles.

"Would you like me to show you where you'll be staying whilst you're here?" Brendon asks, hands in front of him whilst he swings his body back a forth.

"Sure why not" I reply, smiling back at him.

Brendon picks up one of my bags from the floor and start walking towards some stairs. The two of us walk up the stairs and turn to see a few doors.

"You will be staying in this one," Brendon says, "don't worry I'm just next door so if you need anything just knock or yell."

The two of us set up my bags down inside the room and we both go back downstairs.

"Do you want anything?" Brendon asks. "You can have a drink, alcohol, food, whatever you want."

"No offence Bren, but do you even know how to cook proper food?"I ask his teasingly.

"Yeah of course I do, I do it all the time."

I look at the man with the look on my face. "You don't really cook all the time do you Brendon?" I ask not believing a single word he previously said.

"No." He Saugus and I look at him disapprovingly. "Of course I don't, I just order a takeaway when I'm hungry, I'm far too busy to make food."

I roll my eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah, definitely too busy. Anyway, do you have any left over food in the fridge? I am a little hungry."

"I think I still have some apple pie in there somewhere." He sticks his head into the fridge and pulls out a half eaten apple pie. "We'll share. How much do you want?"

I walk up to Brendon and gran the king from his hand. I cut the pie in half and get Brendon to get us two plates. I put half of the apple pie on each plate and pass one to Brendon. We take our slices of pie to the sofa, sit down and Brendon turns on the TV.

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A/n:
I posted this chapter on the 12/04/2019. Happy 32nd Birthday Brendon!!

I cannot stretch enough how much Panic! and Brendon mean to me. I remember discovering Panic! in 2016 after watching Brendon's Vines, not knowing who he was I googled him and listened to the first video that came up. It was a music video that was just released the day before. I think it was LA Devotee. I downloaded the song, then the album, then discovered their previous albums and so forth. It was a dark time in my life and Panic!/Brendon was and still is there for me at the click of a button. I have Brendon as both my lockscreen and homescreen on my phone and have a picture of the PFTW Tour poster as my phone case. Looking at those remind me that if I feel like an outcast i always belong with Panic! and that, even if he doesn't know me, Brendon loves me, like he loves all of his fans.

Lots of birthday wishes to everyone's favourite vro🤴🏻

Love,
Bisexual Urie 💖💜💙

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