brendon urie, the instagram photographer who does not show his face. dallon weekes, the also instagram photographer. but, has a few selfies. what will happen when of the two leaves a comment on the others post? hm, i wonder.
Brendon Urie is different to say the least. His emotions basically controlled the weather. Dallon Weekes is the only one who knows about it and tries to keep Brendon feeling his best. The thing is, Brendon never gave a damn about the weather, and it never gave a damn about him.
Thanks iAmTrash21P for making this amazing cover for me 😊😊🖤 (these are really short chapters ik)
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Sequel to Gayest Groupchat--- I suggest you read that first ✔️ Completed
Dallon and Brendon were friends, but it wasn't seen as that on both sides. Brendon wanted more. He is questioned when he is forced through obstacles that test whether or not Dallon is the one for him. •▪• This was my first fanfiction on Wattpad and it honestly is a shitshow. I'm sorry for errors or anything else you m...
Dallon really likes Brendon. Brendon doesn't know Dallon exists. Dallon feels as if he's falling for Brendon as soon as he finally notices him. Brendon will find a way to be with Dallon if he likes it or not. This story has the tiniest bit of smut btw... lol there's like one chapter. Lol I have my lovely wife editing...
He saw her in the crowd. She was having so much fun. She was jumping around, dancing, singing, and just enjoying everything in general. She loved every bit of that concert. But eventually all of that would end. She would be dragged by her legs back into her own mental hell. She was broken. The day he met her, was...
For you brallon shippers! Anyway yep teacher x student. Enjoy my little fucks!
Alana has almost given up...almost. She doesn't show it, though... her coping mechanism would make anyone think she's insane. She meets her heroes one day, what'll happen? [TRIGGER WARNINGS] Anxiety/ panic attacks Suicidal thoughts/ attempts Self harm Slight bullying Depression. I put a ⚠️ before a triggering paragr...
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. Yo...
"What all these people are doing is not aggressive; they are inventing new possibilities of pleasure with strange parts of their body - through the eroticization of the body."
Dallon Weekes played sports, someone everyone liked, was good at everything he made an effort to do. He was also Brendon Urie's best friend. Was the feeling mutual? Who knew. A/N: I don't own these people and understand that they are married. Anyway, carry on.
instagram based brallon fic high key multi ship stop reading this please i'm literally begging
Brendon Urie moved to The Other Side Of The World to take up an art school offer he just couldn't refuse. He left behind his friends and nothing else. (groupchat fanfic) AN: I don't own any of these people they're all famous and have LIVES and are HAPPILY MARRIED this is just for entertainment purposes idk??
Dallon keeps getting boxes of candy hearts in his locker with notes attached. (will be updated from February 14-March 1♡) ©whatwedoforfun
dallon likes to jack off. brendon posts sexual photos of himself on a blog. pretend tumblr still allows porn, k? k.
@PanicStan follows you now. - Finally edited! A little less cringey, just for you!!
This is going to be a little different then normal fanfics of Dallon. In this fanfic (Which was inspired by the song Mr.Sinister) Dallon is going to be madly in love with the reader, but what happens when love gets the best of him? (Yes I know Dallon is just a sweet puppy, but go with it, I promise you'll like it) !WA...
Dallon doesn't realize that Brendon is on the bus when he does something reckless. Brendon doesn't like what he sees. WARNING: This story is VERY triggering. This trigger warning is NOT A JOKE. If you have the slightest chance of being triggered PLEASE do not read. Your safety and well being is more important than an...
14 year old Delilah lived in the orphanage for 4 years. No one wanted a child like her, and she's pretty much given up hope. Until two boys come into her life and turn it around for the better. !!TRIGGER WARNING!! Contains mentions of cutting, suicide, abuse and other topics that may be triggering, read at your own...
A few years ago, Hannah Spring got into a car accident. She remembers only few things from her past, the basics, like her family, etc. But.. when one individual comes into her life, will all the memories come rushing back? •completed •
Pictures of Dallon Weekes! Go check out my first book of this also!!
*SEQUEL TO UNTIL I MET YOU. READ THAT FIRST* The sweet color of honey seeped into his otherwise oak brown eyes. I was fascinated with the way and timing they changed color. Our eyes were locked with each other's when a chuckle of disbelief floated from his mouth. "What's so funny?" His gaze washed over my entire face...
Brendon Urie is your average aesthetic person, loves pastels, drinks Starbucks almost everyday, he is pretty popular. Dallon Weekes is a punk kid. He wears a lot of dark colors, and he is somewhat mute, only speaking when he has to, like during class, or something, or to his only friend, Ryan Seaman. What happens when...
"I swear to god, I will throw my fucking shoe at you if you don't shut up!" Brendon is a curious little hybrid who takes a particular shine to Dallon. Dallon is honestly just trying to have a normal life. Until Brendon comes along and fucks that up. [Brallon] All rights reserved 2016-2018®CockyLilo You steal my story...
Brendon Urie was an asshole. Plain and simple. He pushed everyone around and acted as if he was the shit. Dallon Weekes was the complete opposite of Brendon Urie. The only thing the two had in common was their love for males, and being loners. Or so they thought, at least.
