When you go on tour with Panic! At The Disco for the first time, You and Dallon end up sharing a bedroom together. You learn that your feelings for Dallon are mutual, and what happens next? Well, you'll just have to wait and see.

This is an imagines book about Dallon TREE Weekes (no shit) It contains no smut, because i'm too innocent (...) I write them myself, i don't get them from Tumblr or Instagram or whatever other thing than my own brain so i'd really appreciate it if you don't steal my (bad written) stories. Of course it can look like a story you already read, but that's normal, that happens. Trust me. With bad written i mean bad plots, maybe some grammatical things (i'm not from any English country). I actually know the difference between they're, their and there. Have fun reading! :D (I don't really watch the way i'm writing, but because i am a female, i write my whole book from a female's perspective. But since there is no smut, i think you can read it anyway (i'm not sure), no matter what gender.)

imagines about everyone's favorite tree (requests are open) highest ranking: #615 in fanfiction [ 5/21/17 ]

Elle Weekes knew that even though she had everything, she was never happy, people talked to her not because they liked her, but because of her brother Dallon, everything was wrong and she knew it, she knew she was troubled.

X reader. You x Dallon Weekes. You have been living on the streets for a while because your house burned down. You are trying to get funds by singing and playing the only thing you have left; your guitar. One day, a tall, handsome man with beautiful eyes gives you some money and tells you that you have real talent. You never forgot him, then a day later you get attacked by a couple of men and he saves you. He allows you to move into his apartment and you guys immediately hit it off. He was always your angel and you never wanted to give each other up. Until it happened... © mychemicalbandoms Disclaimer: this is my original work and it is not meant to be copied or stolen. Thank you.

I transcribed dallon weekes "40 page adaptation of the 12 inch pianist joke" why do I do this to myself and people

"Are you okay?" Was the simple question Dallon Weekes was asked by a crazed fan named Elizabeth Taylor. But that was all it took. Who knew an overused cliche was all it took? Certainly not Elizabeth. Read this fun, but sad fanfic about the one and only Dallon Weekes.

I know another adopted by My Chemical Romance. It is my first story that I am sharing so please let me know what you think. Tobi, 15 years old, just couldn't take it anymore. Being beaten everyday is a living hell. What will happen to her when she meets her heroes? I own the story. I do not own My Chemical Romance or any other bands that may show up.

Alice has been abused ever sense your mom has died in a crash. You were the outcast of the school. When one day your dad was caught abusing you. You got put in a adoption center. When one day your hero comes and saves you from the hell aka the adoption center. WARNING! Triggers and use of language! :) Enjoy!

In 2013, my brother and I went for a drive. He always called shotgun, so when the headlights of another car came screaming towards us, statistics showed he could have easily survived the unfortunate crash that followed. But he didn't. I did. You can imagine the guilt that plagued me, as I had been the driver at the time. I'd accidentally killed the only other human being in this world that I could truly talk to. So now that he's gone . . . I have to go pull him from Death. Hello, I'm Gerard. This is my long ass version of telling you that I like to fight shit. ~ ~ ~ When a mere 18 year old Mikey is taken into Death after a horrible accident, his brother Gerard goes in to bring him back to their old world . . . and hopefully back to life. With the help of friends, they'll slip past the opposing supernatural forces with the brother they never wanted to lose. ~ ~ ~ All rights belong to Vestive aka The Happy Humbug, the mind behind the concept. MATURE FOR LANGUAGE AND ABSURD AMOUNTS OF DEATH.