a book of brallon oneshots

this is me fulfilling a request bc i'm a good mom

people generally tend to realize that life is shit in high school, so it was no surprise that brendon was about the most angsty seventeen year old anyone had ever laid eyes on. he was the type of person that would spend twenty minutes matching the shade of black his shirt was to the shade of black his favorite jeans were. he was also the type of person that got little to no sleep and ran purely on caffeine and his hatred for the world.

 he would never slow down. his adhd had gotten progressively worse over the years, but instead of constantly switching from sitting down to standing up to sitting on his table in first grade, he would tap his fingers on his desk incessantly or bouncing his leg relentlessly. it got so bad that the class had all begun to move away from him as the days went on. 

dallon, however, was bright and bubbly. he was relatively popular and well known around the school as the kid who will always wave or smile at you and somehow make every problem fade. he was so cheery that he was always laughing and smiling and seemed to never have a care in the world. 

dallon hated to wear black. he always said that it was a toxic color, and that it spread a message of aggressiveness and a depressed nature. he always wore bright and happy colors, and his favorite fashion inspiration in the morning always came from tumblr. but after knowing brendon his whole life, he found his jubilant mind was more and more polluted by the seemingly mysterious boy who was self-aware of the fucked up society in which he lived. brendon teased dallon's thoughts whenever he thought about anything, and the thought of the black hole that was brendon urie made his permanent smile grow twice in size. 

so the only words that went through dallon's mind when he saw his friend being shoved around by some other angsty teens were "nope. not brendon". he went to them and scared them off with some sort of threatening look (that dallon never wore so it really, really scared those guys), got brendon to his feet, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. 

"thank you," brendon said quietly. 

"anything for my brendon."

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hi i re-read an old chapter a liked the writing style so now i'm trying to recreate it 

oh and i don't bite, so if you ever want to talk, just message me like i'm a bit awkward but that's okay