Brendon Urie was born deaf. He's been sheltered his whole life and home-schooled to adapt to his quiet life. But, the doctors found out that he could hear. It was barely, but there was hope. They eventually developed a hearing aid that could help him manage in the real world. He expects to make no friends until he meets someone that accepts him for who he truly is, Dallon Weekes.

Dallon is a pretty pastel pink tumblr aesthetic boy. Brendon is a sporty jock with all the girls crushing on him. They bump into each other in the halls of school and their lives begin to unravel.

please tell mom this is not her fault.

You can only date people that are in your social group, or so Brendon thought. Brendon Urie was just fine in his social ranking, until he met Dallon Weekes. Everyone with eyes could see Dallon's beauty. Brendon was classified as an emo and Dallon was popular, but when brendon runs into Dallon at a concert things might just change. *TRIGGER WARNING* self- harm, abuse, description of anxiety attacks, existential crisis

"Hey." "Um hi..." "Let's make a bet." And that was the night Brendon made a bet with a guy in a chiffon skirt...and lost.

in which a boy leaves his kik name on a piece of toilet paper in hopes to meet someone new

"..Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way..."

brendon can't stay faithful and dallon cant seem to get the taste of him out of his mouth. lowercase. v smutty probably.

brendon bit his lip as he awaited for the younger one to pick up. brendon wasn't really one to be nervous, sometimes he was awkward but he wasn't afraid to be awkward, he was proud of being awkward. now, he was jittery and his palms were sweaty as the boy finally picked up. and if brendon could speak he would put it in two words: fucking adorable. on the other hand dallon was disgusted by his own image. he looked disgusting, how small he was, how frail he looked. brendon looked absolutely gorgeous, he looked like one of those models you would see on magazines. stunning. "hey dallon! i'm ready to hear you play!" brendon chirps. 'crap. i forgot to get my ukulele!' dallon thought. "oh yeah, let me get it." dallon mumbles and prepares himself to stand. 'ok, what ever you do, make sure brendon doesn't see your leg.' he stands up, making sure he moves his leg to the side but as soon as he did he falls. "fuck" dallon shouts. 'stupid prosthetic leg.' he hated to do this but he pulled himself up to look at the computer on his desk and a finicky brendon and he hung up. +++ brallon kik. au

"Who's the twerp? Is that your brother or something, Bren?" "Uh, no. This is Da--" He felt a small pinch on the back of his hand, he had to hide the wince from that pinch. The little shit is actually taking advantage of his situation. "T-This is my sister's son, uh... Darren." "Nephew then. Weird. He looks like Dallon." *Completed*