CG/L Band Oneshots

Friends (D.W. x B.U. x R.R.)

Words-

Daddy- Ryan Ross
Daddy- Brendon Urie
Little- Dallon Weekes
Song- "Into the Unknown" covered by Panic at the disco

"Why are you drawing? That's so weird, grow up, you're literally 26," Dallon's caregiver said, pushing the paper from his hand, and sighing.

Dallon whimpered, looking up at them, "I like coloring, I think it's cute," Dallon says, lightly rubbing his eyes.

The caregiver rolled their eyes, "Dallon, I think you need to quit regressing. It makes you look weird, and I don't think I could be with you if you're weird. And why do you like to wear skirts and shit? It's so weird." They said, leaning against the counter, "My dad warned me about you," they mumbled.

And Dallon broke.
His chest ached as he looked up at the person who promised days ago that they'd love him.

Did they though?
They didn't even try and pretend that Dallon meant anything to them.
Every word they said not brought Dallon down.

Now, all the small boy wanted to do was go nap, curl up with his paci and a teddy and take a nappy.

He just wished he could.

His caregiver made sure every time Dallon went down for a nap, or to rest, that the house became so loud that he couldn't sleep.

Dallon rubbed his eyes, laying his head down on the counter as he thought about what to do.

Dallon wanted a play date, and he wanted somewhere to feel safe. His own home didn't feel safe anymore.

That almost made Dallon cry.
And it would've if he wasn't already used to it.

Dallon slowly snuck into his bedroom, packing a bag of all of his hidden little space stuff.

"Ry, Brenny?"
-Dally

"Can I's come over for a lil bit?"
-Dally

Dallon texted his two friends quickly, he wanted anything to go to their house. He felt guilty for a second, until he heard a loud crash, and his "soul mate" groan.

"Yeah! We can play all kinds of games, and get pizza later?"
-Brendon

"Of course, Dallon, you're always welcome here."
-Ry

Dallon sighed happily, opening the window, and sliding his bag out, watching it fall to the ground. He grabbed his phone and the charger, getting his favorite stuffed bear that was hidden in the closet, before he slipped out of the window too, Closing it tightly behind him.

He crawled across the roof, sliding down onto the porch and starting to walk to their house.

Small tears dripped down his cheeks as he walked, slowly wiping them away.

He just wanted to be small somewhere he could be loved and somewhere he could feel safe.

The walk seemed agonizingly long, and Dallon was a tiny little boy by the time he knocked on the door.