You’re My Bodyguard, Not My Owner. (Part 8) (Brendon Urie x Reader)
in a shaky breath as you gazed through the windshield of the SUV, which rounded
the final corner into your street, the place you’d called ‘home’ for the past
five years coming into view. You hadn’t visited the house since that God-awful
day three months ago, and if you had things your way, you’d never go back there
ever again. It was the place where your world came tumbling down and you knew
that visiting the house meant reliving the worst moment of your life all over
again. But, it was for the greater good, and if there was one thing would you
pride yourself on, it would be that you were always willing to make sacrifices
for the greater good.
pulled into the driveway and came to a halt. You bent down slightly, allowing
you to take in the exterior of the house in its entirety. It still looked
exactly the same, except now it emitted an aura of grief, as if the house
itself was in mourning, crying out for your dead parents. Biting your lip, you
closed your eyes and took in another shaky breath, trying to mentally prepare
yourself for the next little while.
sound of someone clearing their throat snapped you out of your trance, and it
was only when you turned to your right and saw your bodyguard leaning down with
his hand on top of the passenger door that you realised he’d opened it for you,
and he now stared at you with expectance – and, was that a hint of… concern? –
on his face.
need another minute or are you ready to go inside?” he asked, his voice
sounding unusually soft, as opposed to the cold, hard manner he usually spoke
shook your head. “No. I-“ you sighed, trying to gather yourself. “I’m fine.”
nodded. “Good. Let’s go inside then. You never know how safe it actually is out
here,” he said, the cold and hardness returning to his voice.
out of the vehicle, your boot-clad feet started slowly and unwillingly making
their way toward the front door while your thoughts kept drifting back to that
day, forcing you to remember the feeling of dread in your stomach when you’d
pulled up and seen the black SUVs parked in the driveway. You scoffed lightly
as the irony dawned on you; a few months ago, those cars had held occupants who
had delivered information that killed you inside, now, they held the man who
was the only reason you were still alive.
made your way up the front steps, you tried your best to shove the feelings of
emptiness and dread from your stomach. Needless to say, it didn’t work.
Instead, the more you focused on not feeling anything, the more you felt. So
much so, that when you retrieved the keys from your jacket and attempted to
unlock the front door, your hands were shaking so badly that you couldn’t even
fit the key into the keyhole.
Brendon said, his voice once again becoming soft. “Let me.” He gently placed
his much bigger hands over your trembling ones, slipping the keys from your
grasp before proceeding to open the door.
you,” you breathed. You mentally cursed yourself for your inability to even
open the goddamn door without needing his help, as well as for the shakiness in
your voice. While, yes, returning home stirred up thousands of emotions inside
of you, you still didn’t want to show any weakness around Brendon, especially
because you were one hundred percent sure that that was all he saw you as. A
weak, silly, naïve girl.
gave a curt nod in response, holding the door open for you. As you entered the
house, an intense wave of flashbacks washed over you, ranging from the very
first time you ever set foot inside the house, right up until three months ago.
You could hear your mother’s laugh echoing through the halls… You could smell
the strong scent of your father’s cologne…
should I put this?” Brendon asked, heaving two suitcases alongside him, and for
once, you were thankful to your bodyguard for interrupting your thoughts.
you turned around, running your fingers through your hair and sighing,
“Upstairs. My room is the second door on the right and the guest room is right
next to it.”
nodded and made his way up the glass staircase, leaving you to once again bathe
in the nostalgia your house offered.
what exactly are you looking for?” Brendon rolled up the sleeves of his black
v-neck, pressing his palms onto the wooden desk in the centre of your home
chose to ignore his question and continue scribbling down your notes, making
sure to take down every detail in your dad’s coded message that now jumped out
to you. You were now doing immensely better at decoding the message, which was,
admittedly, mostly thanks to Brendon and the comment he’d made the day before,
about how much you’d meant to your dad.
ignore me. That’s fine too,” he grumbled.
from your chair and sprinted over to the world map that hung on the back wall
of the room, leaving Brendon to pick up your notes from the desk and read over
them, allowing him to finally understand what was currently going on in that
head of yours. “Huh,” Brendon chuckled, running his tongue over his lips.
“Centre of his whole world. Smart guy.”
could you bring those over here? Bring a pencil too.”
made his way over to you, standing beside you with his arms folded over his
chest once he’d handed the papers and pencil to you.
geographical terms, the centre of the Earth is right… here,” you spoke marking
Çorum, Turkey with a cross on the map. “Coordinates 40 degrees 52 minutes
north, 34 degrees 34 minutes east. Then…” you ruffled through your papers,
searching for the correct information. “That’s plus 7 degrees 54 minutes north…
and… minus 25 degrees 24 minutes east, which gives us… coordinates 48 degrees
46 minutes north, 9 degrees 10 minutes east. And that places us at…”
Germany,” Brendon finished your sentence for you as you circled the city, a
broad smile on your face, before stepping back and sighing in relief. “Alright,
we’ve got a city… now what?”
you trailed off, spinning on your heels and making your way to the biggest
bookshelf in the room, running your fingers along the spines of the books as
your eyes scanned the rows for the one book you were looking for. Your fingers
stopped on a brown, leather-bound book, and you removed it from the shelf,
dropping it onto the desk and sitting down to page through it.
understand,” Brendon furrowed his eyebrows and took a seat opposite you. “What
does a family holiday album have to do with any of this?”
nothing to do with any of this,” you shrugged. Using all of your strength, you
began tearing the book at the spine, which in turn, allowed the key hidden
inside to drop onto the desk with a metallic clunk. Smirking, you held the key
up and turned to look at Brendon. “But this does.”
would think that finally decoding a super secret code that could possibly help
save the entire world would bring enough peace to someone’s mind to allow them
to fall asleep without any problem, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for
was because it was the first time in months that you were back in your own bed,
or maybe it was the fact that simply being in this house knowing that your
parents would never come home made you sick to your stomach, but no matter how
hard you tried, there was just no way you could bring yourself to fall asleep.
eventually, after hours of tossing and turning, you were finally able to force
yourself to go to sleep; except this proved to be even worse than staying
nightmare happened in fragments. Very short, very graphic fragments. You tried
your hardest to wake yourself up. To try and tell yourself that it was just a
dream and you could control it. To try and bring yourself back to reality so
that you didn’t have to watch your parents get murdered.
was no use.
watched them die. Over and over.
the worst kind of torture imaginable; watching the people you loved most in the
world being brutally murdered and not being able to do anything about it. It
was especially worse knowing that it was something your mind made up. Something you did to yourself.
you’d been much more vocal in trying to wake yourself up than you were aware of
(or unaware of, since you were asleep), because not too long after you’d
watched your parents die for the sixth time, you were woken up by the feeling
of strong arms enveloping you, pulling you into an equally strong chest while
their owner whispered soothingly in your ear.
shh. It’s okay. You’re okay,” Brendon whispered, trying to reassure you. You
were still in a slight trance from the nightmare, and you still thrashed about,
which caused Brendon to hold you closer. “It’s okay, it was just a bad dream.
I’m here; I won’t let anything happen to you.”
managed to calm you down significantly, and now, instead of trashing about
wildly, you just curled yourself up, whimpering quietly, the images from your
nightmare still fresh in your mind.
continued to hold you, and began stroking your face, wiping away your tears and
shushing you. When after a while, your crying still hadn’t ceased, and you were
clearly on the verge of having a panic attack, he realised that he’d have to
find a way to distract you from your mind. And then, Brendon found himself
doing something he previously swore to himself he’d never do again…
“Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely,” he sang softly. Although he
started apprehensively at first, after noticing that your frantic sobs had
decreased to soft sniffles, he started again, more confidently.
“The ink is running toward the page, it’s
chasing off the days
Look back at boat feet and that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me
Through playful lips made of yarn, that
Unravelled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world’s a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely…”
down at your now extremely peaceful, sleeping state, Brendon couldn’t help but
let a small smile grace his usually stone-cold features. “Sleep well, moon.”
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I use the term “highlights” loosely ‘cuase it was a mess
Alex Gaskarth spinning around in his cute jacket while rocking the bandana look
Lynn Gunn looking honestly surprised when she won best vocalist after being the only woman nominated
SUPER LOW AUDIO QUALITY PER USUAL
The set it off singer trying to crowd surf during an acoustic performance
Dan “soupy” Campbell giving out the Subcity grant to Cassie Wilson who got to represent the disabled community and bring awareness to the need for more accessibility in music venues with her project Half Access
The singer of Nothing More looking like a modern tarzan, shirtless and wild and somehow vocally covering Skrillex while riding a robot???
Kellin Quinn not-so-subtly making fun of said robot immediately after in an interview
The Plain White Ts throwing it back to 2005 with Hey There Delilah and reminding us all that they haven’t released anything as good since
trying to take Derek of State Champs seriously singing the line “without your kisses ill be needing stitches” (honestly kinda impossible)
unintentionally showing that State champs won best music video without announcing the other nominees
all the winners taking forever to get to the stage because they put all the bands in the balcony or something
the blue haired boy in waterparks calling his mom a mind freak????
josh dun playing the trumpet to fucking smash mouth’s all star
some really well synchronized drumming honestly
terrible masturbation jokes
a nice tribute to Chris Cornell (soundgarden) by Pierce the Veil performing black hole sun
I guess falling in reverse still exist and people haven't realized ronnie radke is a fucking joke cuase they gave his band an award
Laura Jane Grace getting the icon award and giving a well-written speech with some good inclusivity shit
a preview for an incredibly awful looking horror movie starring andy that they accidentally started to replay a second time
I guess they forgot to turn on kellin’s mic whoops
Alex Gaskarth deciding to go onstage with SWMRS for no real reason and looking a bit tipsy, red solo cup in hand
a bunch of very audible mic checks
Neck Deep begging us to buy their album when it comes out
Vic trying to read a prepared speech on his phone but giving up because he couldn’t get it to turn on