"Dallon, why are we lying on the floor?" "...We're bonding." We all have that silently eccentric friend that makes our lives a bit insane. But Brendon doesn't mind 'insane', so long as he gets to be with Dallon. (One Shot AU)

It's the day Dallon's on food sampling duty at the supermarket. It's probably the easiest job for him to get paid for. Just offer some cubes of cheese with a toothpick and smile. It's really easy, simple and fun. But the one time things were odd was when this guy keeps coming back, taking samples from him probably for the 7th time. ...Oh, look. He's coming back. (One Shot AU)

"What about plan A?" Brendon asked nervously. "Plan A's never work out, let's just go straight to plan B." AN: I DONT OWN THESE PEOPLE AND RESPECT THEIR LIVES ⚠️⚠️This is not about getting pregnant and needing a plan b, I just realized some confusion that may arise⚠️⚠️

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 Ticket.)

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.

Brendon guardava di sotto. Guardava nel vuoto sotto di lui. Stava sul lastrico del tetto di quel vecchio grattacielo. Si ritrovò a ridere di se stesso in quella situazione: sul lastrico.

instagram based brallon fic high key multi ship stop reading this please i'm literally begging

Dallon keeps getting boxes of candy hearts in his locker with notes attached. (will be updated from February 14-March 1♡) ©whatwedoforfun

"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*

"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.