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Whattup! I'm Barrett and i write fanfiction!

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Patrick Stump

Joe Trohman

Andy Hurley

William Beckett

Adam Siska

Mike Carden

Michael Guy Chislett

The Butcher

Ryan Ross

Jon Walker

Dallon Weekes

I will write:

Fluff!!

X readers/ocs!!

Angst

Romance

Platonic

Family

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Smut

Ships

Basic dni stuff

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Wrestlers

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– Edge

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Musicians and Bands

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– Dallon Weeks

– Noah Sebastian

– Corpse Husband

– Andy Biersack

– Gerard Way

– Luke Hemmings

– Ashton Irwin

– Michael Clifford

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After Dark - Dallon Weekes x Reader (Christmas Calendar 2020)

Prompt: After dark (A date after dark? Late night cuddles? Surprise mistletoe?) from @kairaiimagines​ "Christmas Alphabet" prompt list

Word count: 702

A/N: I just realised that it's been over 2 months since I last posted a story. Oops. To make up for it, I'll try to get through the 26 Christmas/Winter themed prompts until my birthday on the 26th. Enjoy!

Pushing your hands deeper in the pockets of your coat, you sighed quietly. It was cold, really cold, and honestly you wondered what had made you think you needed to be here ten minutes early. Looking up into the dark night sky, you saw stars twinkling brightly, even over the orange glow of the street lamp you were waiting under. Just when you were about to regret that you had decided not to wear a scarf, you heard footsteps coming down the street. Turning your head, you saw a tall figure approach you, and immediately you heart speed up with excitement.

“Dallon!”

Pulling your hand out of the coat’s pocket, you waved and grinned as you saw the smile that pulled at your lover‘s lips.

“(Y/n),” he greeted, and you realised you would never get over the way he was saying your name so sweetly, “I’m sorry, am I late?”

You shook your head and got on your tip toes to meet his lips for a quick peck.

“Nah, I was early,” you shrugged.

“Sorry you had to wait,” Dallon mumbled, and gently took hold of your hand.

Through the gloves both of you were wearing you could not feel his hand as good as you would have liked, but your heart fluttered at the gesture anyway. For how long had you been dating? And you were still so enchanted by gestures like this?

“I could’ve timed arriving here better,” you grinned, and looked up at Dallon. “Shall we?”

For a moment he seemed to be thinking about something, getting lost in your eyes, but then he nodded.

“You said you wanted to go for hot chocolate,” he asked, as you slowly started walking.

“Yeah. It’s that one café we were still sitting in in summer, but now they sell take away, since they can‘t have the guests sitting inside,” you explained. “They also have pastries and stuff like that so if you’re hungry...?”

“I’ll think about it,” Dallon nodded. “So, how was your day?”

Hand in hand you walked down the street, talking about your day. You told him about the things that had happened at work, while Dallon tried explaining what kind of music he had written over the day, and complained about the person at the label he was exchanging mails with. Above you the stars twinkled brightly, and the shop windows were already decorated for Christmas. In some windows there were pine tree twigs and Christmas baubles, in others fake snow was arranged to look like a winter landscape. Some shops had put up garlands, others had written cute messages with chalk-pens against the windows.

Even though you were walking, cuddled into your jacket, you eventually began shivering a little, and more and more you started looking forward to a hot drink.

Dallon noticed of course, and stopped in his tracks, causing you to stop, too. Taking his scarf of, he wrapped it around your neck. Immediately the warmth engulfed you, and his familiar smell rose into your nose. Smiling up at him, you felt a blush rise into your cheeks. Again there was that absentminded look on Dallon’s face.

Curiously you studied his expression, but when he did not react, you reached one hand up to his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“Dallon?” He flinched at the sound of his name, and stared at you wide eyed. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just...” gently he took your hand in his, massaging it through your glove. “I was… I was wondering if maybe… do you wanna move in with me? It’s just… We’d be able to see each other more and I-”

“I‘d love to,” you interrupted his nervous ramble, ignoring how fast your heart was beating.

“Really?”

Immediately his eyes started glowing and a big smile spread over his face. Quickly he bent down to you and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, leaving both of you breathless and giggling.

“Now… should we get some of that hot chocolate to celebrate,” Dallon suggested, a bright, dorky smile lighting up his face.

You nodded and intertwined your gloved fingers with his again, and together you made your way further down the street into the late evening city.

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[topimagines]

Gay Talk

You and bi!Dallon arguing over who gives better head out of your friend group. An au where you all work in a csi unit because I am a nerd and love criminal minds.

You and Dallon sat at his desk on the second floor of your workplace, and an interesting topic came up in your conversation.

"Statistically speaking, the person with most expirience would be better at fellation and cunnilingus," Dallon stated. You'd come to visit your friend on your lunch break, as you did every day. You didn't work far apart, you were in the medical examiners offics, but you almost never saw him due to how much traveling he does with his job. Dallon, who was quite tall and handsome, had quickly become your best friend after your transfer from your original job as an ER doctor. He was very smart, and you used his advanced vocabulary to your advantage when talking to him around colleagues.

"Yes, but what counts as expirience? Multiple partners or a single partner having coitus multiple times?" You asked.

"I suppose both count, but considering every human is different and climax differently, I'm leaning toward multiple partners," Dallon took a large bite of his sandwich. You swirled your iced coffee around in its cup before taking a large sip and sitting it on your friends desk.

"Well, let's theorize for a moment," you said, "who out of your team do you think would be better? Tyler, who has had a dismal amount of partners, or Brendon, who has had infinitely many?"

"It depends," Dallon stated, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"How so?"

"Well, Brendon has never fully stated that he is heterosexual, it's a mystery. We have never met his partners. He may excel at fellation and cunnilingus."

"Oh, I see," you chuckled, "Tyler has been married and his sexual conquests are known by the group, therefore he must be heterosexual."

"Exactly," Dallon said, "I would never want a man that doesn't know how to have coitus with a male and has only ever been with females. They have very little knowledge of the male body."

"Would there be an amount of cunnilingus to make up for the lack of fellation?" You asked, "if they're very pleasing to the female body, men are seen as higher than a woman or a man that is good with their throat."

"I guess you have a point," Dallon sighed, "and then there's anallingus."

"That is a whole different story," you said, "statistically, and stereotypically, gay males are better at that."

"I think Brendon would be a wizard with his tongue," Ashley suddenly said behind you. You and Dallon both jumped and looked at her. She was giving you a devious smile, having understood every word you said. She sipped from your coffee cup as you rolled your eyes at her.

"Were you listening to our whole conversation?" You asked.

"No, I walked in about the time you asked if Brendon or Tyler gave better head," she giggled. You rolled your eyes again, Ashley never did have a filter.

"How did you understand a word they were saying? I could only understand every other word," Brendon asked incredulously from his desk. He was so quiet the entire time, you never noticed him sitting there.

"When you spend most of your time around Dallon, you develop quite the vocabulary," you stated flatly, "but, seeing as you're here, who do you think gives better oral?"

"No questions asked, I do," he said, flashing a bright smile. You stared at him for a second, trying to determine if he was pushing your buttons or trying to send a message to one of you in the room. Not too long after, your phone rang, informing you that your break was over. You gave Dallon a hug before turning to Brendon. You took a pen from his desk and scribbled your phone number on a post-it note.

"If you're ever in the mood to prove how good that mouth is, give me a call," you said. Before he could react you walked off, Dallon chuckling in your wake and Ashley with her jaw almost on the floor.

[tiredeyesweekes]

HES SO TINY I JUST WANT TO HOLD HIM. IM CRYIN

[prettyoddfiction]

Get Some Sleep

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Dallon Weekes 

Request: Nope. I should probably just say that I have no life and I like making these. 

Warnings: SFW || sexual innuendos, cursing.

Masterlist: Here

Enjoy. xx

The light from the laptop illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. The rest of the town was asleep on this Monday night, but here you were: awake at 2:18am, skyping your boyfriend. Him being on tour was great and all, but you just missed him a lot. 

“Babe, what time is it there?” He asked as he continued scrolling through his own laptop, due to the fact that he was skyping from his phone. 

“Time for you to get a watch.” you retorted sleepily with a smirk on your face. The smirk spread into a smile as he smiled and then turned to look at the camera. 

“Thanks. So descriptive.” He chuckled, causing a quiet giggle to be pulled from your lips. “Seriously though, what time is it?” Dallon asked, fixing the hoodie he was wearing. 

“A little after two. Why?” 

The look he gave you was priceless. It resembled that of a child trying to sneak out in the middle of the night, only to bump into their parent who had been coming back from the bathroom, in the hallway on the way out. “Really? What the fuck babe. Go to bed. I can call you tomorrow before the show, or even after the show.” He commented, causing you to groan, which turned into a yawn and proved his point for him. “See, go to bed.”

“No. I don’t want to stop talking to you. I haven’t seen your face in three weeks. You’re not getting rid of me after a twenty minute call.” You complained.

“Y/N...”

“Dallon...”

He rolled his eyes at you playfully and went back to scrolling through the feed, listening to what yo were saying s he replied to fans’ tweets and Instagram comments from his laptop. “Fine, fine. You win. Stay up. Be awake. I just don’t want to keep you up all night.” He sarcastically said.

“I will.” You smirked back. “Besides, it’s not the first time you’ve kept me up all night...” The tone in your voice gave the obvious hint that you were referring to all the times you two had been intimate while he was at home. 

Quickly, he shot a glance at the phone screen. The blush that swept across Dallon’s cheeks was probably the brightest you’ve ever seen on him. “Shut up...” You didn’t realize how embarrassed he was until you saw Brendon stand up and approach Dall, along with Kenny and Dan. 

“How have you kept her up Dallon?” 

“Playing bass too loud?” The guys teased, wagging their eyebrows in the back of the camera shot. 

The way the guys were talking made it easy to make another remark that you were sure would get the band to give Dallon shit about. “No, he uses his fingers for other things when he’s with me.” Your tone of voice was casual and made Dallon send a playful glare at you, as well as Brendon, Dan, and Kenny to erupt into a chorus of ‘ooooh’s and ‘oh damn’s, as well as laughter. 

“Okay baby. I’m tired. I’ll let you go. Bye Daddy Long Legs.” You winked and blew him a kiss as the guys started laughing harder at the nickname.

“Bye baby. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He blushed. 

“I love you.”

“Same to you, now go to bed.” He reprimanded in a joking tone. You rolled your eyes and hung up, putting your laptop away before crawling under your covers and going to bed. 

[former-up-brendons-ass]

if you're going to be old and hit on younger girls, don't do it unless you look like Dallon Weekes

[robinrunsfiction]

Cookie Boy

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,000 Author’s Note: Part 2 of Cookie Girl! Despite what some people believe, these are still the worst titles I’ve ever come up with lol

“So are you and Dallon still a thing? It’s been like a year now.” Your friend Jennifer asked as you took a sip of your coffee. She was back in town for the holiday and you were playing catch up on each others lives.

“Umm, well, how do I explain it?” You started. “His band is taking off so we hang out whenever he’s in town, but he’s out of town a lot. So, it’s not like we’re a couple, but we’re kinda dating, I dunno. There’s no labels or whatever,” you replied nonchalantly.

“Is he seeing anyone else?” She inquired.

“I don’t think so, but I can’t say for sure. But that’s ok! It’s all casual,” you replied, reassuring yourself as much as you were trying to reassure your friend. 

Jennifer just hummed in response, not completely believing the cool girl act you were trying to put on. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt by some pretty face and a guitar.”

“Bass. He plays bass.”

“Same difference.”

You then turned the tables on her and quizzed her incessantly for a while about her own dating choices until it was time for her to go.

“Well, keep in touch this year, let me know if you ever see your world traveling rock star again,” she said as she gave you a hug.

“Thanks, I will,” you replied rolling your eyes.

Your friends didn’t quite get it, how you could be so chill about dating a musician who is gone more often than he was around, but you and Dallon just worked. When he was in town, you  were practically inseparable, hanging out at his practices with Ryan, going on dates, or just hanging out at your house or his. When he was on the road, you’d text or call, but neither of you ever put any sort of definition on what you were. You just were.

What you didn’t let on to anyone was how deeply you felt for Dallon. As you spent the last year getting to know the gorgeous musician, you found yourself slipping madly in love with him despite the fact you didn’t consider yourself to be his girlfriend. You certainly weren’t some kind of friends with benefits, but you knew you weren’t just friends either. As far as you were aware, it was a weird in-between thing that you were going to keep pretending you were fine with because you thought Dallon was as well.

Except he wasn’t.

You were at home having just finished putting the final touches on your Christmas tree when you heard your phone buzzing on the table behind you. It was a text from Dallon.

Dallon: Hey, what are you doing tonight?

(YN): Chilling at home, what’s up?

Dallon: Ok

You shook your head at his non-response and waited a few minutes phone in hand for anything that made a bit more sense, but didn’t get anything. Since you didn’t have anything else to do on a cold, dreary December night, you made some popcorn and settled into your couch to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas again.

About an hour into the movie you heard a knock at your door. You paused the movie and went to answer it.

“Dallon, hey, what’s going on? Come in,” you said when you opened the door. You somehow figured he’d show up from his messages earlier, but you were still confused.

“(YN), umm, I made these for you,” he said holding up a plate of cookies. They were the same type of spritz cookies you made for him on your first date.

“Thanks!” you said taking the plate. They looked like he had taken a lot of effort to make them and you were touched by the gesture.

“And I got you these,” he said pulling a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. “Because it’s been a year since the day we met.”

You felt your cheeks go red as the petals on the flowers he was holding out to you. How could you forget?

“Dallon, these are beautiful, I’m sorry I didn’t make or get you anything, I feel so bad!”

“No no no, please don’t feel bad,” he pleaded, grabbing your shoulders and rubbing them comfortingly. “I wanted to come over and talk about it.”

“Ok,” you replied tentatively. “Come on,” you nodded toward the kitchen so you could grab a vase out of the cabinet for the beautiful flowers.

“(YN), this last year has been so crazy for me and the band, and I just really appreciate that you’ve always been there for me, so patient and understanding.”

“Of course, you’re amazing, and I’m happy to support you,” you said with a smile.

“God, that’s exactly why,” he paused, looking up at the ceiling. Your heart rate sped up. He wasn’t about to dump you, was he? “That’s exactly why I want to ask you to be my girlfriend. (YN), I love you, and I don’t want to go out on another tour without making this official.”

You grinned. Dallon looked so serious and nervous, all to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was quite possibly one of the cutest things you’d ever witnessed.

“Absolutely! I love you too, I just didn’t want to say anything because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” You replied, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. You looked up at him and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Your hands slipped up so you could run your fingers through his hair as he gripped your waist. It certainly wasn’t your first kiss, but there was something so much more to it now.

When you pulled back eventually you grinned up at him again. “Come on boyfriend, I was watching Nightmare Before Christmas, I can restart it if you want.”

“Obviously,” he replied with a grin, much more relaxed than when he arrived.

“Oh and bring those cookies, I gotta see if you’re as good at them as I am,” you said with a wink at him over your shoulder.

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Hi! <3

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[dallas-weekes]

my favorite brallon pictures: they’re so cute :’)

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Masterlist

Supernatural

Sam Winchester:

Far away

Set up

Dean Winchester:

Impala (Smut)

Star wars: 

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

The Jedi and the Sith (Smut) (Sith AU) 

Peaceful

To a new year

Training (smut)

Order 66

Turn (Sith AU)

Emperor (Sith AU) 

Cloak (smut)

Good

For him

Old friends masterlist

Anakin Skywalker:

Training (smut) (Sith AU) 

Hurt

Injured

Never forgotten

Captain Rex (CT-7567):

Mission

Luke Skywalker:

Join me (Dark side AU) 

39th Clone battalion masterlist

Teen wolf

Peter Hale x reader 

Chris Argent x reader (Smut)

Marvel

Steve Rogers:

Summercamp

History talk

Chris Evans:

Four times you meet Chris at the same bar

Four times you meet Chris Evans in Disneyland (Smut)

Chris Hemsworth:

Four times you run into Chris Hemsworth

Sebastian Stan: 

Four times you dog gets in Sebastian’s yard

Holiday vibes (Smut)

Jeremy Renner:

Four times you meet Jeremy at Comic Con

DC universe

Roman Sionis: 

Sex toy headcanon (smut)

Scare (smut)

Dealings (smut)

Protection

Dinner

Bands 

Dallon Weekes:

Backstage fun (Smut)

[canislupus-exe]

Messages | ryan ross

fandom | Panic! At The Disco

charcter | Ryan Ross

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Mild Swearing

word count | 525

keys | None

>> prompts <<

52 | "Can we cuddle?"

152 | "Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night."

145 | "Go back to bed."

summary | May I request 52,152,and 145 with AFYCSO! Ryan Ross

>> back to prev <<

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You groaned as you heard the quiet ding of your phone going off. You had just settled into bed and you were really comfortable. Plus, your dog was already laying on you so it’s not like you could just get up. You closed your eyes and laid your head on the pillow, reveling in the silence.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding ding ding.

You screamed and threw your pillow across the room, not aiming for anything in particular. Who the hell was texting you this late at night. You sat up and walked to your phone, huffing and pulling it off the charger. You sat on your bed and opened your messages, revealing who had been blowing it up.

Ryan😍💖: Hey babe

Ryan😍💖: Babe

Ryan😍💖: Baaaaaaaaabe

Ryan😍💖: Baby answer me

Ryan😍💖: Babeeeeeeeee

Ryan😍💖: Come on I wanna cuddle

Ryan😍💖: Can we cuddle?

You rubbed your forehead as you read the messages from your boyfriend.

You: Ryan, you are literally a thousand miles away from me. How the hell are we going to cuddle?????

Ryan😍💖: Idk can’t we like Skype cuddle or some shit?

You: Where do you even get these ideas?

Ryan😍💖: Well people Skype fuck so why can’t we skype cuddle?

You: Can you just stop texting me weird stuff so late at night? Like I’m trying to sleep.

Ryan😍💖: But I need to cuuuuuuuudle

You: Go back to bed

Ryan😍💖: I can’t

You: And why not?

Ryan😍💖: Cause I need to cuddle

You: Fine, don’t go back to sleep. You’re the one who has a show tomorrow, not me. Goodnight Ryan

Ryan😍💖: No, please

You turned off your phone before you could read his text message. It continued to ding for quite a while before finally went silent. You sighed in relief and put it back on the charger. You laid back down and covered your feet with the blanket, slowly closing your eyes and greeting your much-needed sleep. At least, you tried.

As soon as you were falling asleep, your phone began to ring. You couldn’t help but let out a sob-like noise. Sleep, all I want is sleep. You stood and walked to your phone again. The light shone brightly, illuminating the picture of Ryan. He was FaceTiming you.

“What do you want?” You answered with a growl.

“I told you. I want to cuddle.” He replied. You glared at your screen as you watched his innocent smile only grow.

“Ryan. We can’t cuddle. You are on the other side of the country!” You shouted.

“You cuddle your phone and I’ll cuddle my phone. Simple.” He replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You rubbed your temple with frustration.

“I am not cuddling with my phone Ryan.”

“I won’t leave you alone until you do.” He said in a sing-song tone. You sighed, knowing very well that he wouldn’t.

“Fine. I’ll cuddle my phone. Just please, please let me sleep.” You mumbled as you got into bed for the third, and hopefully the final, time that night.

“Okay.” He said, his smile bigger than ever. You wrapped your arms around the small screen and closed your eyes. The sound of his breathing was slightly comforting but you’d never admit that. You began to slowly fall asleep but before you could go under completely, you could hear Ryan whisper a quiet goodnight.

[topimagines]

Shorty- Dallon Weekes

Request- Do you know who Dallon Weekes is? Well if not he’s the bass player for panic, can you write something about him and the reader?                          Dallon Weekes gives me life. Please write about him. Like the reader being only 5 foot or something and him being the giraffe that he is. Love your writing, thanks.

Of course I know who Dallon is. I seriously love him so there will be more of him in the future.

“Hey Dal, will you come grab this for me?” you asked from the bedroom.

You heard him making his way from the office to your shared bedroom. He came up behind you and easily grabbed the box you were trying to reach for at the top of the closet.

“The perks of having a tall boyfriend.” you joked and he kissed you before walking back to the office. A smile fell on your face when you heard him start playing his bass. Yu finished what you were doing in the bedroom and went to the office and sat in a chair across Dallon.

“What’s up shorty.” he said putting down the instrument.

You frowned at him and he laughed.

“Don’t be mad, I love how you can’t reach things and you have to ask me for help.”

“I’m not that short.” you defend yourself like a child crossing your arms.

“Yes you are. It’s okay though, I think it’s cute.”

“Well maybe you’re just freakishly tall.” you came back at him.

“Well I am pretty tall, but at least I can reach the top shelf in the cabinet.” he said teasing you. He wasn’t being mean, you guys always teased each other about the height difference in the relationship. You were only 5’2��� and he’s 6’3”, that’s a height difference you can’t hid. When you two started dating people thought it was strange that Dallon would date such a small girl. Once they got to know you they fell in love with you as much as Dallon.

“I’m gonna start making dinner, it’ll be ready in about half hour, okay?” you said standing and leaving the office.

“Call me if you need help reaching anything shorty.” he called after you causing you to laugh.

You put on water to boil and went to the pantry to pick out a pasta.

‘Of course it was on the top shelf’ you thought to yourself. No way were you going to get Dallon so he could make fun of you more. You wanted to show how you could be independent. You tried jumping for it, but that didn’t do much good.

You grabbed a nearby stool and stood on top of it. You heard it creak underneath you and that’s when you remembered this was the broken one Dallon was supposed to fix. You quickly grabbed the nearest pasta and went to get down before it broke, but your actions must of been too fast.

The leg of the stool went under the rest of the stool causing you to collide with the ground. You put your hand out to try and catch yourself, but you knew it was a bad idea when you heard a crack in your wrist.

You let out a scream and the music stopped from down the hall and footsteps replaced it.

“Holy crap,Y/N are you okay?” Dallon asked rushing over you where you were trying to stand up.

The pain in your wrist wasn’t allowing you to move. You just cried and held your wrist. Dallon crouch down next to you and put a hand on your back rubbing soothingly. He could tell you weren’t okay.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let me see, how bad does it hurt.” he asked carefully taking your arms in his.

You painfully removed your hand that held your wrist and you saw how swollen it was.

“Dal, it hurts really bad.” you choked out.

“I- I think you might have broken it. Come on let’s put ice on it and see if the swelling goes down.” he carefully helped you to the couch and placed a ice pack on the swollen wrist. You winced in pain as the cold weight pushed on it.

“Sorry babe.” he said when he put it down. “I’ll be right back.” he went to the kitchen and took the pot off the stove. He came back and sat next to you on the couch.

“I know what will pass the time, let’s watch an episode of your favorite show and if the swelling hasn’t gone down, then we’re going to the doctor.” you nodded your head in agreement and he put on an episode of law and order for you. He got you some pain medicine, but it didn’t even help the slightest bit.

Once the episode was over he took the ice pack off your now big bruised swollen wrist.

“Looks like we have to go to the doctors.” he said sighing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just go myself. Go back to what you were doing.” you said feeling bad that you took him away from his playing. I mean that’s why he sighed right?

“No, no, Y/N I sighed because I feel bad that you’re hurt.” he said helping you stand and put shoes on.

Once at the doctors they did an x-ray on your wrist.

“Well Y/N, you fell off a stool right?” the doctor asked looking at your file.

“Yeah, I was stubborn and wouldn’t let my boyfriend help me reach the top shelf.” you said and both the doctor and Dallon laughed.

“Well it’s broken in 2 places, so we’re going to cast you up and give you some pain medicine.” the doctor explained as he got the cast supplies ready.

After the cast was on you were allowed to leave and Dallon brought you to the pharmacy to pick up your prescription.

“I’ll go get it, no worries.” he said when you went to get out of the car.

Finally back at home Dallon helped you into bed with netflix and medicine, the keys to a smooth recovery.

“You comfy?” Dallon asked standing at the end of the bed.

“No.” you said looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes.

“What else do you need?”

“You.” he smiled and crawled in bed next to you.

He wrapped his arm around you body and pulled you close to him.

“Better?”

“Much.” you said tilting your head up to kiss him.

“Thank you for helping me.” you said drowsily after a few minutes.

“That’s what I’m here for, to help you with anything and everything.” he said kissing the top of your head.

“No, you’re here to love me and for me to love you. You choose to care for me and I’m thankful for that everyday.” you said. “I love you Dal.” you yawned.

“I love you too shorty.” he said and you gently kicked him.

“That’s what got us into this situation, but I kind of like it when you call me that.” you said closing your eyes and allowing sleep to slowly set in.

You heard him chuckle and he started to soothingly play with your hair.

“Get some sleep love.” he said and sleep fully set in.

[ao3feed-ryden]

Better Than Me•Ryllon

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by GerardWaysUsedTampon

Ryan and Dallon have gone to the same school forever and they both have one thing in common: They each hate the other. The two constantly argue and get into fights, one day they get partnered for a school project and have to learn to get along. It's not easy at first, but maybe the two will find out they have more in common than they originally anticipated.

Words: 80, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco, Pierce the Veil, Gym Class Heroes, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, The Brobecks

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Ryan Ross, Dallon Weekes, Lindsey Ballato, Jamia Nestor, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Pete Wentz, Vic Fuentes, Kellin Quinn, Brendon Urie, Ray Toro, Joe Trohman

Relationships: Ryan Ross/Dallon Weekes, Lindsey Ballato/Jamia Nestor, Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Vic Fuentes/Kellin Quinn, Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, Ray Toro/Joe Trohman

Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Domestic Violence, Sex, Smut, Fluff, Brendon Urie Being an Asshole, Bottom Ryan Ross, Top Dallon Weekes, High School, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Gay, Everyone Is Gay

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[iwriteficsnottragediesladies]

Girl Can SING (Part 1)

Request: Can you please make one where the reader is newly friends with Brendon and she sings but she's shy and she doesn't want him to think that she's only friends w/ him cause he might get her places. And they sorta have crushes on each other (no hate to Sarah) and he finds out that she sings and he brings her on stage and she sings and they kiss and fluff? Can she sing Run To You by Ptx or Hallelujah? I covered both on my blog under the tag #juju sings if you wanna listen!

A/N Here ya go! Sarah doesn’t exist in this (sorry Sarah!). Hope it’s what you had in mind. I ended up splitting it into two parts, then adding more chapters by other users’ requests. Let me know if there’s anything you want changed up @jared-padaloveme

You had your overnight bag all packed up. You were so flattered that Brendon had asked you to come hang out with him and the guys. Having a “sleepover” was like a throwback to middle school slumber parties but hey, sleeping in the same house as Brendon Urie? You had zero complaints.

You ring the doorbell and are greeted by Brendon, and of course Penny and Bogart.

“Hey Y/n!” He gives you a big hug. “How are you?” He asks you mid squeeze. You pull away and he keeps his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey Brendon! I’m great, how are you doing?” You say, unable to contain your smile.

“Good, good,” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and starts to guide you down the hallway. “You can drop your stuff anywhere. Full disclosure, everything you own will probably be covered in dog hair by the time you leave.”

You giggle, putting your duffel bag down. As you enter the living room, Dallon, Ken and Dan all greet you in unison. “Y/n!” the chorus exclaims. Have you ever been in a room with so many attractive men? Gees. “Hey guys!” You give them a shy but enthusiastic wave as you plop down on the couch next to Dallon as Brendon joins you. It’s like a Y/n sandwich… A very hot Y/n sandwich. Ken reaches behind him to grab a beer from the cooler and it’s passed over to you. “Thank you,” you said melodically, twisting off the cap. Damn, you felt so cool.  

It’s not long before you’re all hanging out comfortably, chatting, the alcohol heating your throat. Penny cuddled in your lap.

“Wow, she really likes you!” Brendon remarks at one point. You are officially Penny-approved.

Hanging out with them is just so easy. Brendon is most definitely the life of the party, he has everyone dying laughing.

The boys pick up their instruments for a casual “jam session” as they like to put it. “Do you play anything, Y/n?” Brendon asks. Do you lie? Or do you tell him about how your life revolves around singing? God, you practically were born singing. It’s the only thing you can imagine yourself doing, and it’s the one thing you truly love to do.

“Not really,” You reply. It’s technically not a lie.

“Aw come on, weren’t you at least forced to play an instrument when you were little?” Brendon teases. Your eyes grow wide with embarrassment.

“Oh god,” you reminisce while rolling your eyes, “The flute.” You practically shudder.

“Was it that bad?” Dallon asked with a chuckle.

“Um YES,” you stated with sass, “It was I-passed-out-in-the-middle-of-band-class bad.” You had the boys’ full attention, so clearly you had to elaborate. “I couldn’t get that thing to make a sound, but I would try so hard. I used up all of my breath until I actually passed out in front of my entire class.”

You were laughing. The boys were laughing. You just admitted your great musical failure to some of the best musicians in the country. Your cheeks were rosy with a mix of embarrassment and joy. 

“It was the worst,” you concluded with a giggle.

Once everyone had gathered themselves together, they began to talk about what to play. They decided to start with some panic stuff. Victorious was up first. You mock-drummed on Penny, who seemed to enjoy the bizarre belly rub. You were mesmerized by Brendon. The sound of his voice, the shape of his lips, the way his hair would flip while he played... You try not to stare, but my god, what a beautiful human. When they finished, they looked up and gave each other proud smiles.

They played a couple more, including Miss Jackson, which was one of your favorites. Brendon had Dallon for back up, so he didn’t have to sing every part all at the same time like he usually did for acoustic performances. Brendon suddenly turned to you.

“How about a request, Y/n,” he says, “Not panic, something different.”

Your favorite song immediately pops into your head and just the thought of Brendon’s voice singing it made you melt. You pretend to think about it.

“Hm, well my favorite is Hallelujah, like, Leonard Cohen,” you clarify. Ken’s head popped up.

“Oh hey, isn’t that one of your favorites, Brendon?” He exclaimed. Brendon bites his lip, nodding, clearly a little embarrassed by Ken. You begin to think that maybe Brendon told the boys to play it cool around you.

“Yeah,” Brendon looks at you and then the ground with an adorable smirk, “It actually is.”

Your heart is beating faster.

“C?” Dallon confirms what key everyone wants, trying to put Brendon out of his misery. Brendon nods and begins.

The way the lyrics pour from his lips is pure poetry. Oh gees, you’re staring again. You admire how expertly his fingers move on the strings, arpeggiating the chords he plays so perfectly. He begins to sing the chorus and you don’t even realize you are singing the harmony quietly. You were so accustomed to singing it.

Brendon looks over at you and does a double take, still singing. He’s caught up in trying to confirm the sound was coming from you and his fingers stumble to the next chord. You silence yourself, suddenly embarrassed. Was he judging you? Oh god, why did you even open your mouth? He thinks you suck, you just know it.

You are silent for the remainder of the song, but Brendon keeps glancing over at you. You pretend to be lost in petting Penny, unwilling to make eye contact with him.

When they finish, they also seem kind of surprised at their success. It was so beautiful, even they were kind of impressed with how nice it was.

“Wow,” Dan said, “Haven’t played that in a while.”

“That was amazing,” you said, trying not to be too starry eyed as you looked at all of them, your gaze ending on Brendon. You swore you saw his cheeks pink up again as he looked at you.

“Alright, it’s past my bedtime,” Dallon joked nervously, as suddenly the boys felt like they were interrupting something.

Brendon nearly cleared his throat in the most cliche way. Everyone agreed and you all departed from the couch. You picked up your bag and Brendon went into host mode, guiding you to your rooms.

“Alright, so there’s shower stuff in both of your bathrooms,” he gestured to your room and the other room the Dallon, Ken and Dan would be sharing. “And there’s towels in this closet,” he pointed to a door a few steps down the hall. You felt kind of guilty that the boys had to pile into one room, just because you were a girl and it was kind of customary not to stick you with a bunch of men.

All of you were in and out of your rooms, retrieving towels and shouting across the hallway to each other, talking about random shit. You leave your door to your room ajar and enter your private bathroom, locking the door. Again, you feel kind of guilty, but secretly happy you don’t have to share.

You get undressed and try to turn on the shower. You end up spraying yourself with cold water. You suppress a squeal and giggle to yourself. Idiot. You figured out which dial controls the temperature, and after some trial and error, the water heated up. You gratefully step into the warm water. Jesus Christ, fancy showers are complicated.

You begin your shower routine and start singing mindlessly. It’s just what you do. I mean, who doesn’t sing in the shower? Hallelujah was obviously stuck in your head after such an incredible performance, so it’s flowing from you without a thought. You’re not belting it out or anything, but the acoustics in the tiled room were amazing.

Unbeknownst to you, Brendon comes to the door of your room, knocking lightly and since it was open, he cautiously pokes his head inside. “Hey, Y/n--” he wanted to make sure you had everything you needed, but he is met by the sound of your voice, echoing in the bathroom. He opens the door to your room fully, listening intently to your singing. He hears every note, spot on, and so beautiful.

Dallon is passing by and Brendon catches him by the shoulder, silently nodding his head in the direction of the bathroom. Dallon steps up next to him. Ken and Dan see them gathered in the doorway and join them curiously. Everything becomes clear to them as they listen. They find your voice to be casual and effortless, clearly performing for no one but yourself.

“Damn,” Ken murmurs quietly, very impressed.

“She ‘doesn’t play any instruments’ my ass,” Dan adds.

Meanwhile, you climb out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel. Your clothes are in the duffel bag on your bed. You nearly forget to turn off the shower, using the correct dial purely by luck, and push the door open.

You look up and are shocked to see the boys in your doorway shuffling around, the epitome of “act natural” and failing. Your eyes grow wide and so do theirs. You hold your towel tighter around yourself.

“Um, can I help you?!” You exclaim with a chuckle. Shit, were they listening to you? Oh my god, your tone deaf, aren’t you? Your cheeks run a hot red, not just from the heat of the shower water. Everyone was too stunned to move.

“Uh, we, um,” Dallon was the first to speak up but trailed off, probably feeling the most awkward out of all of them, seeing as he had a wife and kids at home. Here he was watching a half naked woman in front of him. This is not what it looks like, Dallon thinks to himself.

“Well, we just couldn’t help but,” Brendon kind of winced nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “But hear you singing, and...” He trailed off as well.

Oh my god, they were about to laugh at your singing. You could just tell. Oh dear god, you’re so embarrassed.

“GIRL CAN SING,” Ken finally exclaimed sincerely.

Wait, what?

“Oh gees guys, you don’t have to--” You start, but Brendon interrupts you.

“Y/n, your voice...” He says softly. It is at the moment you realize that Brendon is not wearing a shirt. He continues, “It’s amazing.”

The wonder in his eyes paired with the sweetest smile makes you realize... They mean it. These are not just obligatory compliments... They truly mean it. BRENDON means it. You might throw up. You might pass out. No, no, don’t pass out. You are naked and have four guys staring at you. Do NOT pass out right now.

Brendon must realize what’s happening because he nonchalantly makes his way over to you, but concern is evident in his eyes. You think he doesn’t want to embarrass you by making a big deal out of it in front of the guys, but he is worried. He sits you down on the bed.

The rest of the boys enter further into the room.

“What are we going to do with this one?” Brendon turns to them with a certain glint in his eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Jesus, take her on tour?!” Ken says enthusiastically.

Brendon looks back at you with a wide smile.

“Oh, guys, I barely even sing at open mic nights,” You chuckle nervously.

“We can start off slow, Y/n,” Brendon says, “Why don’t you come and play with us a bit, just here at home.”

You nod slowly.

“We can work on whatever you want,” he says soothingly, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Well, I’m damn comfortable half naked with you touching me, you suddenly think to yourself. You push your dirty thoughts aside, concealing a smile.

“Are you sure?” You ask, needing to confirm that something so amazing could possibly be happening to you.

“Very,” Ken said confidently.

Was this real life? Would you wake up soon? Everyone just kind of paused, smiling. 

“Um,” you started, sorry to interrupt the moment, “Can I get dressed now?” you giggled.

“Oh, right, yeah sorry,” The boys were all remarking, remembering that you were still in a towel. They quickly made their way out of the room, Brendon the last to leave. He paused with his hand on the door. He looked at you with this kind of smirk. He knew that this was the start of something. Something amazing.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” He spoke quietly.

“Goodnight Bren,” You replied.

He shut the door, and you realized you had called him by a nickname. You hoped that was okay. You soon were smiling like an idiot, unable to shake this incredible feeling. You finished getting ready for bed and climbed under the covers, your smile never leaving your face. You didn’t know it, but Brendon laid awake, the same smile stuck on his lips.

This was the start of something amazing.

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[former-up-brendons-ass]

Sleeping angel

Anxiety and ADHD are something you've struggled with your whole life, and sometimes it's too much. Dallon always seems to know just what to do in these situations. word count: 971 requested: nope smut: nope I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was another one of these nights. Even my cat lay sound asleep at the foot of my bed, my boyfriend of 2 years snoring away next to me. I glanced over at him, admiring his pretty face for a moment and the way it was so relaxed and stress free while he was away in slumber, his hair a wild mess over his head. He had ended up on his back, and I'd somehow ended up out of his arms and perhaps that's why I was laying here awake at 3 in the morning. I tried to close my eyes and just get back to sleep, but nothing seemed to work. Counting, focusing on my breathing, nothing. My mind was always racing a mile a minute with the ADHD and the anxiety on top of it, and tonight was no exception. I looked over at Dallon again, who was only softly snoring at this point. I wondered how he'd managed to put up with it for so long. I knew he'd said time and time again that it was okay, that he didn't mind the fact that I was constantly fidgeting and couldn't sit still and sometimes my inability to breathe and constant sighing was mistook for an attitude. And sometimes I did have an attitude that I didn't mean. I took it all out on Dallon most of the time too. I couldn't understand how he could stay with me for so long, even through all of the burden that came with being with me, living with me, dating me, being in love with me. Was he really? He said it all the time and I should know he does. But the nagging fear always burned inside me. I sat up, unable to let my thoughts continue to consume me while I laid there virtually helpless. I thought about all the times I'd do something wrong and start freaking out, and Dallon would get upset with me and we'd end up fighting. I hated fighting with him. An ache burned in my chest every time he stormed off to sleep on the couch, leaving me in our room to cry for a while until he would emerge into the room and we'd both apologize. Didn't he get exhausted doing that though? What if this was all just some sort of time bomb, waiting for it to go off and he'd finally get sick of it all and leave? I worried all the time. He seemed so genuine and sincere but I couldn't help but wonder if he was truly getting tired of it. He was the first one I ever loved, the only one who'd put up with these issues of mine for so long and help me through them. He told me he loved me all the time, and I gave him everything. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with him, but what if that's not what he wanted? I loved him so much, it hurt. I felt tears come to my eyes. I loved this goofy man so much, and I loved how he would dance with me around the living room even though I'm awful at it. I wiped at my tears, noticing Dallon had stopped snoring. I felt rustling next to me, and a deep sigh from the human laying next to me. "(Y/N), what are you doing? It's 3 in the morning," he groaned, his voice thick from sleep. His arms reached over to me to pull me into him again, but then let go when he heard me sniffle. "Are you crying? Baby, what's wrong?" Within seconds he was sitting up next to me, the blankets falling from his chest and around his lap. His hand reached out and brushed my cheek, gently wiping my tear away. "Please talk to me. What's on your mind?" "I was just thinking. I couldn't sleep," I said, turning away so he couldn't see my insecurities like so many times before. "What were you thinking about?" He asked. "Please talk to me, (Y/N), I want to help." "Do you ever get tired of it?" I asked. "Get tired of what?" "This. My issues. All of the fights and the struggles we have. Don't you get exhausted and want to leave?" I asked. "You're the love of my life, (Y/N)," he said. "Those are just an obstacle to overcome. I can't imagine my life without you. Just because you're a little bent doesn't mean I love you any less. In fact that's what I love the most about you, the way you keep pushing through even when things get tough. You're so strong and I love you so much. I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to." "I just get so scared," I whispered. "Come here baby," he said softly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him, laying us back under the covers. He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheekbones. "Let's get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere." "Dallon?" I whispered. "Yeah?" "I love you more than anything. Please don't ever leave me." "Don't worry, I don't plan to." He leaned in and kissed me softly, his warm lips felt like velvet against mine and everything felt okay for a second. I brushed his hair from his face slightly, my fingers lingering against his cheek. He smiled at me, moving his lips to my neck and pressing a soft kiss there, before he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled into my neck. "Please don't ever forget that I'm so in love with you," he mumbled before drifting back off to sleep. And I was right there with him.