I think this will be ending soon. This is part 13 I think and I'm thinking about only going to 20???
So be ready for sadness bc every good fic needs a heartbreak ;)
It ain't even sad tho lol just a typical fight.
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Brendon: yo babe I haven't seen you in like forever
Dallon: I saw you this morning
Brendon: that was so long ago come back
Dallon: I have a jOb brendon jfc
Brendon: :((( work less hours
Dallon: I can't do that
Dallon: besides you have a job too ya jabroni
Brendon: I don't work as much as you do tho you work from like 4 am to 10 pm
Dallon: it's 9 to 5 like most jobs and it's only 4 days a week. Most at home so fiGht mE
Brendon: shuddup
Dallon: make me
Brendon: when you get home I will ;))
Dallon: you're such a perv
Brendon: but I'm your perv
Brendon: speaking of pervin
Brendon: ;))??
Dallom: no brendon
Brendon: *aggressive frowning*
Dallon: you're such a needy dork
Brendon: where's the lie tho
Dallon: I gotta go work babe I'll text you during my lunch break
Brendon: take a lunch break noooow
Dallon: you're so anNoYiNg
Brendon: but you love me anyway
Dallon: yeah I do
Brendon: :))
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Dallon: I got 15 minutes use them wisely
Brendon: so send dick pics until you can't take it anymore and skip work and come home so we can fuck?
Dallon: bReNdOn
Brendon: is that a no :((
Dallon: I stg if I get a dick pic I won't even hold your hand for three months don't give me a boner at work
Brendon: why am I still tempted by this
Dallon: bOi try me I dare you
Brendon: bOi don't tempt me more
Dallon: heyehyehyehyehyheyhey
Brendon: whathwathetahetahwta
Dallon: have I ever mentioned how much I want to fuck Ulysses S. Grant
Brendon: the president??
Dallon: No the dog
Dallon: yes the president you fuck noodle
Brendon: but he's dead
Dallon: but he's hot
Brendon: if you think he's hot then I must me some kinda God
Dallon: yeah pretty much
Dallon: I'll talk to you later I gotta get back to work
Dallon: love you
Brendon: :))) love you too
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Ok but like I wanna fuck Ulysses s Grant
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wrong number - a brallon fic
Fanfiction《Currently editing grammar and plot points I didnt like. Not worth it to reread unless otherwise stated》 Brendon Urie is given a fake phone number, and texts it only to be told it was a fake one. Dallon Weekes is the man who owns the fake number, an...
