a book of brallon oneshots

ARGH BEING A GOOD MOM IS SO MUCH FUN

dallon had never been one for tears. so, anyone could easily imagine the discomfort he was in when brendon had been stereotypically bullied. a bigger than brendon-sized boy had pulled his favorite notebook from his arms and looked through it, ignoring the protests and cries that broke out after he had found his detailed drawings and writings of boys.

brendon had told his long time friend of this incident in somewhat dramatic detail through sobs and hiccups. dallon couldn't really think of a reason that he would act as though this was going to lead to the end of the world, but brendon had deliberately left out the detail that one of those drawings was of him.

dallon let brendon cry into him, though. he eventually let the smaller boy clamber into his lap and cry into his chest. after a while, he began to calm down and stutter out apologies.

"brendon, it's okay."

"n-no it's not...i feel horrible..."

"let me tell you, that bully probably feels horrible too if he made fun of you. trust me, breb, you have nothing to feel horrible about," dallon spoke while running his fingers through brendon's hair.

"i doubt it."

"well, can you doubt it and then get off of me? my legs are asleep."

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SOB MY DAD JUST TOLD ME ABOUT A LITTLE GIRL WHO HAD A CRUSH ON HIM IN KINDERGARTEN AND I CRIED IT WAS SUCH A CUTE STORY