Brendon Urie has two accounts on instagram. A personal account that's semi-popular, mostly followed by school friends and other people. And then he has a fan account for the band Finish Ticket which is dedicated to posts about his crush well known to over 17,000 people (that could really care less about Finish Tick...
"This is it for me. I get it. Nobody wants me. Nobody cares. So why should I? Just close my eyes and everything will be over," I say. I step forward. Nothing bellow me. There was someone above me holding my hand as I'm hanging 100 stories from the ground. "I care," he says. Sequel: S.L.U.T. ~ Brallon
Brendon a 17 year old in bay high. When his new English teacher Dallon (Mr Weekes) accidently texts him, without anyone knowing who they are at first. This is my first brallon book, I hope you take it easy on me I'm not the best writer. I decided for this one to combine teacher and messaging, because personally those...
Dallon's a twenty-three year old college student studying to be an astronomer. He lives in the depths of Black Hollows, an unknown, dreary town. His best friend, Spencer Smith, owns a slammer, where he meets a mystery waiter with a cute smile. This mystery waiter may be this student's first mistake; and first name. Br...
i just want you to love me brendon's pov ©notakitchensinktome
A bunch of Brallon imagines......I think Somethings towards the end may not have Brallon in it. A lot of it does though so please enjoy it! {C O M P L E T E D} #90 in atthedisco
This is a college AU, its awkward, cute and a bit cringey but still brallon for all you nerds out there ❤️❤️
16 year old Brendon Urie lives his life battling depression, but everyone fails to see it. Even his best friend Ryan Ross (16) doesn't see it. It seems like all hope is lost for Urie, but when a handsome new guy comes along, he sees Brendon as he really is. Broken. Love develops, but what comes with love? Obstacles. I...
Sweet, innocent Dallon is too good for this cruel world and Mr Urie knows that. Also I'm sorry if anything gets too cheesy/weird, this is my first Brallon fic.. Nevertheless, enjoy, fellow Brallon shippers!
"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...
Dit verhaal, beste mensen, dit leven. Is niet rozengeur en maneschijn. Het is geen eenhoorn die op een regenboog danst of een cupcake die versiert is met roze glitters. Geen 'meisje ziet jongen en weet dat het liefde op het eerste gezicht is' Geen 'ik haat de badboy maar als ik met hem praat is hij toch niet zo erg' ...
"Why are you here?" The taller man shrugs as he looks drenched, standing still against the rush of raindrops falling from the sky. "I'm just here when I need to be."
