Dallon Weekes hates flowers. He also coincidentally owns a flower shop, which will look great on his college application letters (which he's sent in to many schools and has received absolutely no feedback whatsoever, from anybody). He's swimming in debt with only a flower shop to provide income, so long story short things aren't going as well as he'd planned. But the guy hellbent on revenge for his cheating ex with poison ivy in his pockets might convince him that it's okay. And Brendon Urie just got cheated on. His (ex) partner is allergic to flowers, which he plans to throw through his bedroom window (since he lives right next to him), and the best flower shop around, according to Google, is Dallon's. He's not sure how he's going to break a window with a plastic case full of flowers and poison ivy, but as soon as Dallon moves in down the street, there's no harm in missing if it means he gets to see him again.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

!!Currently Editing/Fixing Chapter!! Dallon: "could you use she/her pronouns?" Him: "Why? You're a boy." Dallon just wants people to use her correct pronouns. He doesn't understand. Warning: mentions of cutting depressing thoughts mentions of transphobia and homophoia

+brallon+ +brendons the new kid, he's popular, has all the guys at school desperate to be friends with him and all the girls at begging for his attention. +dallon on the other hand, is the exact opposite. he has only one friend and most people can't even remember his name.

❝ you are and always will be a boy, regardless of what is displayed on the outside. ❞

Sequel to "Why I Don't Smile [Brallon]" "It doesnt just go away when someone tells you they love you, Brendon." Trigger Warnings still apply. You matter more than any stupid fanfic, please take care of yourself.

"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.

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)

Brallon one shots I write when I'm bored. Enjoy reading.

Brendon has always had a thing for his teacher, Mister Weekes. He finally gets what he wants, knowing he could cause Mister Weekes to lose his job. Does he try to take things further, or does he just leave it where it is? *Smut warning*