Brendon urie, the classic trouble maker, ready for another boring year of school. Well, he thought it would be boring, but maybe a new teacher could give him a new perspective...
Dallon Weekes, a bank teller in the 1920's. He spends his days standing behind a counter doing nothing Brendon Urie, a man involved in the illegal buying and selling of drugs, heroin to be exact. He doesn't do it by choice, he does it because it's the job he can do without people being disgusted with who he is. The o...
lying on the floor. trigger warning//this one-shot contains the topics of suicide and the act self-harm, please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.
"Well, I'm surprised he even has fans." Brendon jokes as a fan fawns over Dallon's works during The Brobecks. Dallon just laughs at it as if it was nothing. But in Kenneth's eyes, he can see the hurt in the taller man's eyes each time the vocalist does it.
"Drive the car." "Wait, who the hell are you?" "Satan. Now DRIVE!" Dallon bringing home a stray puppy in his apartment already got him scolded by his landlord. Bringing home a runaway groom from God knows where is something he'd get killed for.
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 th...
Mr. Shapiro was always been nice to Brendon, ever since He took him in 15 years ago. Brendon's 19 now, and everything is going great, although he isn't allowed to leave the house, everything was going the way it should be. Until he looked outside the window when Mr. S wasn't home. --- This is loosely based on the Cle...