Weekman Stories

Note from the author: I'm pretty sure I won't be updating the book anymore. If you want to read my better stuff, my week[e]man book is where it's at! - I wanted to practice some writing, so why not write about my favorite bands? There will be swearing, but no smut. You guys are free to leave suggestions. Hope you guys enjoy!

*THIS IS A TEASER. THIS STORY WILL BE COMPLETED BEFORE REGULAR UPDATES BEGIN TO ENSURE POSTS HAPPEN IN A TIMELY MANNER. PLEASE BE PATIENT.* - A prestigious Jedi who fights tooth and nail to bring peace to the galaxy, turning a blind eye to war crimes and straying from the Jedi Code. An infamous Bounty Hunter who disapproves of the war and walks the line between both sides, hustling them equally in the process. - This story is being written with my pal @offine_songs ! Give them some love!

weekman oneshots from me (ao3; regionals / joshler acc @regionaI)

Dallon Weekes plays violin for passerby on the downtown street. Every once in a while, a coin or a dollar gets dropped into the instrument's case. At the end of the day, all Dallon cares about is the numbers. Ryan Seaman works at the small coffee shop on the corner. He sees Dallon almost every day, since the shop seems to be the violinist's favorite spot. Ryan listens to Dallon as well, when he gets the chance. But how will Dallon react when he finds a different kind of number buried in the violin case?

A small two part story i wrote a couple years ago. Mind you, it's been years & my writing might be as good in this. Still, i like the story so it's still here (: (also if you're cringing, so am i. Maybe some day I'll rewrite this)

Ryan is your typical poor misbehaving teenager. Dallon is a rich kid with a giant heart. How will they change each other's lives for the better? A/N: I'm weak for When The Day Met The Night (song) and Weekman is my current favorite ship. This is based off the song in multiple ways. Enjoy!

I'm looking for a fanfic I read before. If anyone can get in touch with the original author, please forward it.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

This is an au where Dallon is an English teacher and Ryan is an art teacher. Nothing special :)

This is going to be a short story- just a few chapters but with 1000+ words. Enjoy. Major trigger warning for self harm and suicide attempt

Pastel: Adj. Used to describe something of perfection "The Way He Looked At Me Was The Most Perfect Pastel." (ex: Rain on a window, high heels on pavement, Sunset On The Ocean) Ryan may not speak but Dallon Weekes makes him wish that he did.

"Who's there, I have a.....baguette??" Ryan commanded as a tall and lanky boy began to whimper in fear of Ryan. "I-I-I" whimpered the boy fearful of Ryan. "What are you doing in my house?" asked Ryan to the boy as he began to move closer to him with the baguette The boy moved farther away from Ryan but mumbled a "I am lost inside your habitat?!" **** Ryan is an average 23 year old bachelor, he helps his neighbor Mrs.McAlester, works in the local Music store and takes care of an Alien?! Dallon is an Illegal alien as he came to Earth illegally. Lost in the huge place where he doesn't know how to read, write or even speak English is bad enough. But also being in a place where you don't even know how it works is another problem. Will Ryan protect Dallon and fall in love in the process or will he do the "right thing" and give Dallon to the alien force?!

Part 2 to the gloriously gay Trohley kik book, which turned out to be like 100000 different ships. This book will have more bands, more gay, more vine references and memes, more cute shit, more devASTATING HAPPENINGS!!!!???? So buckle the fuck up guys

Weekman oneshot [[TRIGGER WARNINGS]] Murder, Blood (nothing super graphic!) toxic relationship(??) I look over to my lover in the drivers seat next to me, smiling gently at him as I grab his hand and squeeze it softly a few times, sighing happily as I look out the window of the car. Tour was finally over and we were able to just be together for the day without having any responsibilities or needing to think about anything besides each other.

The Strangely Useful team end up in WeekMan's old Universe on a planet named Minerva where a simple grab and go mission gets... complicated. All writing is done in Script writing And any art is my own unless specified Credit to @stormthedog09857843 for writing this with me Started - 24,08,24 - 31st March 2025 #1 weekman #25 storywriting #238 arguments #695 violence #916 team

So I guess this is my first proper fanfiction, it's gonna be a short one I think. I hope you guys like it and if you could comment suggestions of other ships I could write for I would really appreciate it :)

Chronically girlfriendless Ryan lives in what he sees as a costal prison riddled with the monotonous daily tasks of small town life. Wake up, work, get hammered, sleep. A new boat shows up at the marina and someone is sitting in "his" seat at the bar. Maybe this was the shake up he's been wishing for. I don't consider myself a great author, but I will do my best to add to the minuscule collection of Weekman/Weekeman material. • #1 in the #Weekeman tag 6/24/20

" Impatient, Dallon ? " Ryan asked his voice low, and coated in lust "F-fuck, please I-I need you" Ryan hummed against his neck " beg" Ryan commend "p-please, Ryan please" Dallon beg as commended " Please what, I can't read your mind" Ryan teased " F-fuck me" Dallon moaned desperately "As you wish". What's one way to ruined new found success, get drunk, Fuck your band mate, and end up getting pregnant like some slutty high schooler, and that what exactly Dallon did.

don't believe in everything you think, kid. aka one shots :)