a book of brallon oneshots

your mascara is running

i really love fem!brendon oops
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brendon was what everyone in the school would call a freak. not only did he wear makeup and constantly dye his hair, he was gay. it seemed as if everyone knew that and used those things about him as an easy invitation to make fun of him.

he was used to it, though, and seemed to not care about people jeering at him across the hallway. he seemed to not care about girls laughing at his bright pink hair. he seemed to not care about guys calling him awful names and slurs because of his clothes and makeup.

but he really did.

especially when a small posse of the most popular girls in school came up to him during lunch, which he spent listening to music in the hallway, came up to him and began to make fun of him. "hey, little bitch. i thought everyone else told you to stop wearing makeup and dyeing your hair. all that shit is for girls, so stop. it's not even a good look for you," one of the girls stood chest to chest with him, so close that he could see the small amount of fallout of her cool-toned eyeshadow.

brendon shrugged in response. "i wear it because i want to, and no one's opinion on the matter is going to change my mind. also, your eyebrows are filled in with a color that's way too dark for you. try something lighter," he smiled as he stepped away from her, but not enough for her hand to miss his cheek.

jesus, she can slap hard.

all of the girls laughed as they walked away with a chorus of insults toward the boy. when they walked away, he felt tears well up in his eyes. he sat down on the floor and let his tears fall silently down his cheeks, one of which stung like hell. brendon watched his tears fall to the floor and for tiny puddles in front of him.

"oh, dear. no one should be left in an empty hallway to cry," he heard a gentle voice in front of him, but he didn't look up. the stranger sat in front of him, placing his fingertips under brendon's chin and lifting it so he could see his face properly.

brendon saw one of the most beautiful people looking at him. his hair soft looking, brown hair was falling in his face a few strands at a time, his crystal clear blue eyes were inviting to drown in, his nose sat perfectly in the center of his face, his cheekbones were high and defined, and his lips looked soft and tempting. this only made brendon wish that he wasn't crying in front of such a piece of art.

the stranger frowned. "oh no. your mascara is running. this is very sad, indeed," his gentle fingers fell from brendon's chin. he watched the boy study him, a soft smile stirred the corners of his perfect lips. "i really like your hair. you look very nice, even with mascara all down your cheeks," he said with a soft chuckle. "th-thank you..." was all brendon could manage at the moment. the boy visibly thought for a second. "hey, why don't we clean you up, pretty stranger?" brendon smiled slightly at that, nodding.

the boy stood and held out his hand to brendon as an offer to help him up, and he gladly took it. "we don't even know each other. why are you helping me?" he questioned as they walked into the nearest bathroom. "i'm dallon weekes, and you were crying, so i had to help. you can't just leave someone to cry in an empty hallway. you either have to help them or give them a shoulder to cry on. that's how i see it, at least," he answered, letting go of brendon's hand so he could wet a paper towel. "i'm brendon urie. thanks for helping me. it really means a lot," dallon smiled and turned to brendon, beginning to wipe away the makeup on his face. "anytime."

the two stood in silence for a while as dallon cleaned up his face. "who slapped you?" was what broke the silence. "some girl, i don't know her name," brendon said quietly. dallon nodded. "right, if you ever see her again, tell her that dallon weekes said to fuck off," the smile that occupied dallon's lips was innocent and completely contradictory towards his words.

once dallon had finished his job, he examined the smaller boy. "you're pretty even without makeup," he kissed brendon forehead. brendon blushed and smiled.

"and a pretty smile? damn, you are perfect," this caused the biggest smile that brendon had smiled in years.

thank god for dallon weekes.

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my mom was blasting panic! as i wrote this god bless