Dallon has always been kinda awkward. He didn't really fit in at school, he didn't have any friends. So he decides to try online. This decision will impact his life forever, even if he dosent know it. *TRIGGER WARNING!* This is a Brallon story! (Completed)

Brendon is really good at acting straight for drama performances It begins to make Dallon a bit jealous One of the winners of Fanfic's #Curtaincall contest for May 2016!

Dallon moves in next door to the biggest partiers. Brendon. When Brendon runs into him on more then one occasion more comes out of it then expected. Dallon p.o.v. Is @trixxiee78 Brendon p.o.v. Is @prettyodd_panic Contains: smut, cussing, talks on relapsing and suicide.

"i love you, Brendon." "i'm sorry, but i don't feel the same." {BRALLON a.u.} - one sentence chapters - possible trigger warnings - lower case intentional - short story - random updates

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

"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*

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

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