Thebrobecks Stories

because my attention span is too short to write a full fic // cover photo taken by me @ the pop-up show in The Bottleneck, Lawrence Ks, March 31st.

Brendon Urie is a Hufflepuff with ADHD who is terrible at potions and is so painfully gay that sometimes he considers pitching himself off the astronomy tower. Dallon Weekes is a tall, popular Ravenclaw who's good at everything, on the Quidditch team, and probably straight as a plank. Why couldn't Brendon just fall for some nice Hufflepuff guy who enjoys herbology as much as him? warnings: strong language, mild violence, sexual content, underage drinking, drug use, potentially triggering/sensitive content regarding eating disorders/self harm.

When Dallon still was spending most of his time in his own band, The Brobecks, he saw a girl he wouldn't forget in the crowd of one of his shows. Now the bassist in the popular band, Panic! At the Disco, he thought she was long gone.

Dallon Weekes wakes up in a graveyard alone and with a head that is no longer attached to his neck. He finds a path into mad, illegal science, and picks up a few other paranormal friends along the way.

"You may just like the opening band." It's Dallon W. x Ryan S. for you uncultured swines. It's a quality ship with not nearly enough content on this hellhole of a platform. Doing my part to spread this masterpiece across the internets. Will be swearing. No smut.

Ryan's on tour and Dallon decides to surprise him. (One Shot)

Distraught and dysfunctional are the perfect couple; you rarely see one without the other. So why wouldn't people with those qualities be the same? ~yeah that was the whole description~ ~sorry im a disappointment~ ~this is a Daltrick ship (Dallon x Patrick) which just happens to be one of my fav ships bc they are two of my fav people~ ~also sorry if this ruins the ship for you~ ~inspired by the song "Goodnight Socialite" by The Brobecks~

P!ATD AU Collab

Dallon is love. Dallon is life. (part 2)

Au Brallon Brendon Boyd Urie pronounced dead, 1905 aged 21 years. Little does he know he was just born into the wrong time as his soulmate lives in 2017. His soul actually being the only thing left of him to this world now and a single stained newspaper clipping reading his obituary, that one such tall heart broken boy, Dallon Weekes, finds and falls in love with the boy in the photograph. Will Brendon be able to communicate from the other side to the sad blue eyed man?

dallon weekes is that one depressed kid who spends all of his time by himself down at the graveyard that you always see in the movies, but in real life.

Brallon oneshots I write to further submerge myself in my small fantasy world to escape the stresses of reality. • #1 in #dallonweekes 9/28/19 • #1 in #thebrobecks 12/25/19 • #1 in #brallon 1/29/20, 10/30/20 *No disrespect to reality at all. I acknowledge that both parties in this pairing are happily married and I 100% support that. The only reality I am avoiding is my own.

Dallon had been single for 3 years by now, seemingly living his best life. His band was successful, he was surrounded by friends, he had money and easy love quick at his disposal. However, his life had no meaning without his sweet Y/N. He was actually quite miserable. When dragged out to his friends holiday party he sees you again. It'd been years, will the flame between the two of you rekindle? Or will you two reuniting make Christmas a Drag? ;)

brendon urie had a good life. that was, until the plane he was on crashed onto an unknown island, leaving him trapped for three years. in those three years, his city crumbled and crime shot up. when he finally returned, he realized he needed to do something and he needed to be someone else to do it. he had to be something else.

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.

If the cover doesn't give it away, I don't know what will.

Sometimes things don't go as planned. Personal matters in bands? They're just no good for you, believe me when I say they're no good.

The year is 2019. The world is desert, except for Battery City. Factions rule the desert, constantly battling in hopes to kill off the others. There are secret romances, alliances, and grudges. The biggest secret of all? Where is the Girl? honestly theres gonna be a lot of smut later on