I fucking swear to god this ugly ass mama spider must have had her 8 billion spider babies outside my window because I've found 10 little fuckers that look the same in my room in the past week so I'm back in the Livingston sleeping on the couch for the 5th time this week haha fuck you spiders u suck
This chapter is inspired by them tho so I guess u ain't all that bad
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Brendon: HELP ME
Brendon: QNFIEHXIJWS DALLON HELP
Dallon: what?? Are you okay??
Brendon: NO
Dallon: what's wrong ???
Brendon: THERE IS A BIG SPIDER IN MY ROOM PLS HELP ME
Dallon: are you fUcKinG kiDDinG me I thought you were dying
Brendon: I AM DYING YOU BITCH THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY ROOM???? THIS IS AN EMERCENCY I SHOULD HAVE JUST CALLED 911
Dallon: babe calm down you're fine
Brendon: uHM
Brendon: no???
Brendon: I'm not fine???
Brendon: did you not read my last texts thERE IS A FUCKING HUGE ASS SPIDER IN MY ROOM ???????? THE FUCK "YOU'RE FINE" ? WHO DO I LOOK LIKE DAL?
Dallon: sjidnws I'll swing by on my lunch break and kill it okay?
Brendon: how long will that be??
Dallon: like 30 minutes from now
Brendon: that's about 31 minutes too long
Dallon: bren I'm sorry I'll try and get there sooner ik how scared you are of spiders
Brendon: thank you I love you
Dallon: love you too. I'll text you when I'm leaving
Brendon: if I die the spider ate me
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Brendon: DAL THERE ARE TWO OF THEM I'M GONNA FUCNING MOVE I SWEAR TOGOD
Brendon: I THINK THEY ARE GONNA FUCK OF SKMETHING AND MAKE GIANR SPIDER BABIES IN MY ROOM SJKWHDKS HELP ME
Dallon: babe it'll be okay, alright? I'll leave in like 10 minutes just go into the living room and watch some it's always sunny okay? It'll calm you down
Brendon: no I can't what if they move ??? I have to watch them
Dallon: you know that's going to make it worse
Brendon: I know i know but I h a v e to
Dallon: alright alright
Brendon: I just wanna keep texting you cause you help me calm down but ik you can't I'm sorry for being annoying and scared
Dallon: never apologise for that bren, okay? You're not annoying you're just afraid and that's okay. I told my boss I needed to take my break early so I'll be there in 5 okay?
Brendon: oh my god the k you so much you're saving my life I'm so sorry for making you do this
Dallon: don't be. Sit tight I'll come save the day soon
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Dallon: holy shit those spiders were huge jfc
Brendon: right ???jsj??
Brendon: what if there's more? Like a fucking family
Dallon: there's nothing to worry about
Brendon: there's a lot to worry about idk what you're saying
Dallon: you can stay at my place tonight if you want
Dallon: you can even head over there now if you're that worried
Brendon: really? You're the best I love you
Dallon: anytime, bren
Dallon: I'll see you when I get home then yeah?
Brendon: 5 right?
Dallon: actually tonight it's gonna be 6
Brendon: aw:(((
Dallon: I'll pick up some ice cream and pizza on the way home if you want
Brendon: yay thank you
Dallon: okay see you around 6:30 then
Brendon: damn the price paid for some pizza and ice cream
Dallon: lol I gotta go. Love you
Brendon: love you too :))
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"I'm sorry for being such a pussy today," Brendon mumbled, his head resting on Dallons shoulder as they sat in the living room.
"Seriously, Bren, don't be sorry. It's not you're fault," Dallon replied, wrapping an arm comfortingly around Brendon's shoulder and pulled him closer.
"Thank you for dealing with me."
"That's not something I should be thanked for, I love dealing with you."
Brendon just smiled in reply and snuggled closer to the taller man beside him, returning his focus back to the bright tv that played Moana in front of them.
Brendon hummed along to the songs, having seen the movie half a dozen times, causing Dallon to reciprocate his smile and place a small kiss on Brendon's temple before he resting his head atop of Brendon's.
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This is kinda short but longer than a lot of the other ones!!
Posting this at 2 am cause I wanna update lol
Not edited sorry for typos
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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...