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robinrunsfiction · 5 years ago

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Do It All The Time (Con Artist AU)

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: Teen (Some spicy scenes at the beginning, violence at the end) Requested By: None Word Count: ~9000 Author’s Note: This story was kind of a challenge for me. I’d been kicking the idea around for a while, and finally started writing in January. I wrote myself into a corner, so I had to walk away for a while, changed the villain and decided to let it get dark when it felt needed. TW for guns and gun violence at the end of the story.

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Present

Dallon sighed, looking into the half empty glass before him. He knew he shouldn't have picked this hotel. There were dozens of equally plush hotels in town he could have checked into, but he went against his better judgement and picked this one. The bar was fairly crowded and normally he would have been scanning the crowd, but he didn’t have it in him today, it wasn't like he was going to be in town long enough to really get something started anyway. Then cutting through the din was a laugh he hadn't heard in years.

He cautiously turned his head, following the sound. The hair was different, but he would recognize that smile until the day he died, and knowing her, she would probably be smiling over him when it happened.

He must have stared too long because she spotted him, a knowing look drawing over her face, and she was saying something to the man she was with. Then she was getting up and coming his way. Dallon quickly downed the rest of his drink as she made her way toward him. But as she approached she said nothing and nodded toward the bathrooms. Dallon waited a beat before following and finding her waiting in the corridor.

"(YN), wha-"

"Come on," she interrupted his pleasantries, grabbing the lapel of his jacket and pulling him after her into the men's room and locking the door behind him.

"After all this time you think you can just pull me around like that?" Dallon objected, smoothing his jacket.

"Would you shut up? This is serious." Dallon snapped his mouth shut hearing her tone. "That man I was talking to at the bar is a federal investigator Dallon. He works large scale fraud and financial crimes cases."

"Does he know who you are?"

"I'm not sure. He sat down next to me, but that doesn't mean much," she replied smugly, letting her vanity slip through.

"Did he mention me, or us?" The last word felt out of place

"Not specifically. I asked what he did and he said he was an investigator, and he knew there were some people who frequented this hotel that he was hoping to speak with regarding an ongoing investigation. So I started flirting with him and changed the topic to keep him off our trail."

"Our trail, there hasn't been an our-"

The bathroom door rattled and then a knock. "Hey, is anyone in there?"

"One second," (YN) replied breathlessly. She reached up and ruffled Dallon's hair, unbuttoning the top couple buttons of his shirt before leaning up and kissing him.

"Room 543," she whispered as she reached up and smudged the lipstick that she left on Dallon's lips.

Dallon stood stunned as she ruffled her own hair, adjusted her skirt so it was askew before unlocking and opening the door, giving a wink to the poor old man waiting to use the facilities.

Dallon went back up to his room to collect his thoughts before going to (YN)'s room. Was this investigator really after him? Had he really slipped up that badly somewhere along the way? Or was (YN) just messing with his head?

He had wiped off her lipstick before he left the bathroom, but the feeling still lingered as he walked the long silent hallway to her room. He tried to justify it away, that it was just a distraction technique. But that didn't mean he didn't miss how it felt.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me," she said, opening the door for him when he arrived.

"Like that would happen," he replied. Now that they were truly in private, he could take her in. Gone was the slinky black dress, and instead she wore a loose t-shirt and the pair of sweatpants he was certain he had lost.

A coy smile played across her lips as she hummed in agreement before sitting on the bed. "We really do need to figure out if they're after us. Well, you more than me."

"The last time I saw you, you walked away with half the money," Dallon replied as he sat down across the room in the sleek leather chair that was more for aesthetic than comfort.

"Anyway," she started, disregarding his comment, "I sent out a couple emails and I'm still waiting to hear back if anyone knows anything," she said gesturing to her laptop in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, finally breaking the silence between them.

"I needed to get away from the snow," she replied simply. "You?"

"I needed a change of scenery too."

"That's what makes all of this seem so strange. Did you make a reservation under your name?"

"No, Maxwell Abbott."

"Have you been using that alias a lot lately? Maybe someone put it together."

"Or maybe your parents finally told someone that you've been cut off for years and they got suspicious since you've been living like this for how long now?"

"Hey, don't give me attitude! I am the only one you can trust to help you."

Dallon scoffed, getting out of the chair. "I can trust you? You walked out on me."

"Walked out?! You made it clear that you wanted to-" (YN) was interrupted by a dinging notification from her computer.

"Is it information?" Dallon asked, striding across the room to look at the screen.

"Hang on," (YN) replied, switching tabs. "No, just a shipping notification," she replied, minimizing the window, before quickly opening it back up when she realized what was on her screen.

"What's that?" Dallon asked with a smirk.

"Stop it," she snapped, trying to close her computer, but he had a hold of it already.

"Is that us?"

"Yea, in St. Lucia," she smiled wistfully then glanced up, realizing how close he was to her.

"After all these years, you still have a photo of us as your computer background?"

"I look good in it," she retorted.

"Mmm, I think we both look good in it," he replied.

"You aren't wrong," she breathed as he began to lean closer to her.

"Hey (YN)?"

"Hmm?"

"Are those my pants?"

"If you want 'em back, take 'em."

He smirked again before closing the distance between them. (YN) leaned back on the bed, never breaking the kiss as he climbed over her. Just like always with (YN) and Dallon it was a back and forth, a struggle to control the situation until one of them relented.

(YN) was the one who gave in this time, but was rewarded by Dallon moving to kiss down her jaw to her neck, to the spot that always made her melt. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp when he felt him leaving a mark on her neck. Then she felt his hands on the hem of her shirt and she sat up to let him pull it off. In that moment their eyes connected and they both realized how much was left unsaid between them.

Their lips crashed back together as (YN) fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off before pulling him against her as his hands roamed over the familiar territory of her body. She didn’t realize how badly she missed this; the feeling of him on her, the way his hands felt against her skin, the way they moved together, knowing exactly what the other needed without saying it aloud, the look in his eye when he rested his forehead against hers after coming undone.

"Looks like we're in this together again," Dallon chuckled after a few minutes of silence only interrupted by their panting breath.

"Why am I not surprised."

Flashback

(YN) walked into the crowded bar and evaluated the crowd. A lot of businessmen, they always seemed to get too drunk and expected something in return for an overpriced drink, and therefore rarely worth her time, then some older couples, which were completely useless to her. Then she spotted him. Seemingly alone, no ring, tall, handsome as hell, well dressed, this could work.

"Hi," she smiled up at him as she slid onto the stool next to him.

"Hello," he smiled back, curiously.

"Do you know what's good here?"

The man threw back the rest of his drink as the bartender approached. "Two old fashioneds for me and my friend."

The bartender nodded and turned to make the drinks. "Thank you!" She cooed. "I'm (YN)."

"Maxwell Abbott," he smiled back as the bartender returned with their drinks.

"So Maxwell, what do you do?"

"Investment banking," he replied.

She hummed as she smiled, taking a sip of her drink. She eyed him up and down, something was off. "Sounds important."

Dallon shrugged and smirked. "Keeps me busy. What about you?"

"I travel."

"For a living?"

"Yea, I'm a contributing writer for a few travel websites."

"That sounds like the perfect life," he replied.

"It really is," she gushed. "I'm going to St. Lucia in a couple days, it's beautiful this time of year."

"Is that so?" He asked, leaning in closer to her. "I bet it's nothing compared to you."

(YN) felt her heart hammering in her chest. This is not what this was supposed to be, this was supposed to be a few free drinks. "Have you never been?" She asked, placing her hand on his arm.

"No, not yet. I don't get to travel much."

"Aren't you traveling now? Or do you just like hanging out in hotel bars?"

"True, I am traveling now," he laughed.

"Well you should go as soon as possible, before it gets too crowded."

"I think you could teach me a thing or two," he smiled and her heart started hammering again.

"That sounds like it might be a great idea," she replied, taking a sip of her drink.

"So do you travel alone?"

She nodded. "It's easier than trying to coordinate schedules with someone else and I don't have to worry about their opinions or plans."

"What do you think of this hotel?"

"It's one of my favorites. Luxurious, but in an understated, modern way. And it always has the most interesting guests," she said as she placed her hand on his arm again and met his eyes. “I always have a good time here.”

He nodded in understanding as he leaned in toward her. "Do you know if there's a lot of differences between rooms?"

"We could find out," she replied with a hint of a smirk as she leaned in as well.

Their lips met briefly for a moment and they pulled back, searching the other’s face for a hint of hesitancy. Seeing none, his lips pressed back against hers with a passion that took her off guard for a moment before she placed her hand on the back of his neck, taking control of the situation, deepening the kiss.

Before either of them could realize what they were doing, they were leaving the bar, bill unpaid. When they got in the elevator, he backed her into the corner. He wanted to regain control of the situation; he wanted to be in control of every situation he was in, but it was very clear that (YN) had no intention of giving in to him. She bit her lip as he loomed over her before he grabbed her hip, and pulled her to him. She leaned into him and wrapped her arms over his shoulders as he kissed her again.

The elevator doors opened on his floor and he took her hand and led her to his room. When he got the door unlocked, he backed her against the desk, kissing down her neck as she let out a gasp. She pushed off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as his hands traveled down to her thighs, pushing her skirt up before picking her up and carrying her to the bed, dropping her into the soft linens. She let out a giggle of delight as he climbed over her, pulling up her dress as he went. She felt a jolt of confidence as he gasped lightly at her in nothing but her lace lingerie.

“Like a work of art,” he murmured under his breath.

She laughed lightly and reached out for his belt, eventually tossing aside the rest of his clothes. (YN) marveled at him the same way he admired her before pushing him over and straddling his hips. Still they fought for control of the situation as she kissed him deeply and bit his lip, but he held her hips tight.

“You think you’re in charge here?” He asked as she peppered kisses down his neck.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured.

(YN) couldn’t see his smirk as he rolled her off him, eliciting a yelp of surprise as he pinned her wrists above her head. “How about now?” He asked with a devilish grin that made her giddy.

“Can I guess something about you?” She asked after they had both regained their breath and composure a while later.

“Sure, why not,” he said rolling over on his side to look at her, propping his head up on his hand.

"You aren't an investment banker," she said simply.

"What?" He asked sitting up, looking down at her confused.

"I live in New York, I know investment bankers, a lot of them, and you are not one."

"Why do you think that?"

"You let me talk about myself," she replied with a smile and he laughed. "So drop the act and tell me straight, what con are you running."

"You're calling me a con artist?" He asked, not even trying to sound offended as (YN) nodded. "Takes one to know one."

"Your right it does, so spill, starting with the name."

He smiled and shook his head. "My name is Dallon. Dallon Weekes."

"That's so much cooler than Maxwell Abbott!” She exclaimed.

"Exactly why I don't use it! People remember it."

"So by investment banking, you mean you get people to invest in some bogus venture and you skip away with the money?"

Dallon shrugged while looking smug. "What about you?"

(YN) scrunched up her face like she was thinking then slid out of bed, putting her clothes back on. "You know my name, you know where I'm from and what I do. How about the next time you find me, I'll tell you all the rest of my secrets."

"That hardly seems fair," he retorted.

"Life isn't fair Dallon. I really like that name, it's so cool. And," she said climbing back onto the bed toward him, "I like you." She pressed a kiss against his lips again. "I'll see you around," she said as she hopped off the bed and out the door.

Dallon laid back, totally stunned and maybe a little in love.

Present

"Are you really gonna take back your sweatpants? Because they're the most comfortable thing I own," (YN) asked as she pulled her t-shirt back on.

"You own?" He laughed.

"Possession is nine tenths of the law," she shrugged.

Dallon ran his hand through his hair. “Keep ‘em.”

(YN) grinned like she just won a prize as she climbed back into the bed next to Dallon. “So did you mean it?”

“What?” He asked, glancing over at her.

“When you said you’d wouldn’t be able to forget me,” (YN) said softly.

“Yea,” he replied. “It really fucked me up when you left.”

(YN) sighed. “You didn’t want to be together and I understood that, it was too risky, so I took my share and left. I thought that's what you wanted."

"That's not what... I mean," he groaned and ran his hands over his face while he tried to put the words together. "I didn't know what I wanted and I sure as hell didn't know what you wanted."

"It doesn't matter now."

"Why?"

"Because we're here now."

Dallon turned to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"Not a single day has gone by that I haven't thought about you. It killed me to walk away, but now we're back in this together... well I feel like there's something to that."

"To us?" The words felt less foriegn on his tongue than they did just hours ago.

(YN) nodded. "Yea."

Dallon reached over and let his fingers graze over her cheek as she looked into his eyes. She was always trying to be one step ahead of everyone and so rarely let down her guard, but now she had again. He hadn't seen the sadness and loneliness in her in so long and seeing it now broke his heart.

"I still think about you every day too, and not just because you fucked me up," he said barely above a whisper. He leaned in and let his lips meet her's gently. The tenderness of the kiss was too much for her, tears forming behind her closed eyes. When he pulled back, she wiped her eyes quickly and he pulled her so she was resting her head on his chest.

“I should check my email to see if anyone knows anything about that investigator.”

"Nah, let's worry about that in the morning,” he said pressing a kiss to the top of her head and she sighed, giving in this time.

"Yvonne, my friend at the New York DA's office hasn't heard anything," (YN) announced when Dallon came out of the shower the next morning.

"You have a friend at the DA's office?"

"Yea, we go way back," (YN) replied nonchalantly.

"And that's safe?"

(YN) looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "How long have I been doing this? And I've never once ran into trouble until now."

Dallon ran his hand through his wet hair. "I think we should try to pretend like nothing is going on, so don't check out early. I’m going out west tomorrow, we could meet up in a few days."

"Sounds good to me,” (YN) shrugged. “Anyway, I was gonna spend the day down by the pool, and I really didn't intend on changing my plans."

Dallon nodded as he got dressed. "Maybe I'll see you down there," he said leaning down to kiss her.

"Mmhmm, but don't be obvious that we know each other, that might tip someone off if they’re looking for us," she said when she pulled back.

"Oh, right," he nodded trying not to sound disappointed.

"I'm not trying to push you away, I'm just trying to look out for us."

"I know."

"We'll reconnect tonight, maybe go out or something?" She suggested. "And here," she said, getting up, and giving him one of her room keys.

"Good idea," he reached in his pocket and gave her one of his in return. He turned to leave but paused. "(YN)," he started.

"Yea?" She asked looking up from her computer.

"See ya later," he waved and she gave him a smile before he let himself out. He wanted to tell her that he was so happy to have her back in his life, even though it was all a mess. He wanted to say let's just run away together and pretend this wasn't happening. But most of all he wanted to tell her that he loved her.

Flashback

Dallon stretched out on the lounge chair next to the pool. Even though night was falling, the Carribean air was still warm and humid. He was finally starting to relax after arriving late due to his flight being delayed. He hated that, it reminded him how out of control he was, and that made him uncomfortable.

His attention was caught by a drunk man who seemed to have lost control of the volume of his voice. He glanced over and couldn't believe his eyes. It was (YN) helping the drunk man back inside the resort from the outdoor bar. (YN), feeling eyes on her, glanced Dallon's way and shot him a grin before heading inside.

Dallon's heart sank. Just because he had hooked up with her one night didn't mean anything, she could be with a different person every night, she had the right. But there was no denying she had been on his mind since she walked out of his hotel room. He had come to St. Lucia hoping to run into her since she had promised to tell him all her secrets, but maybe that was all a lie. Life wasn't fair she told him. That was the truth.

"Hi Dallon."

He was snapped from his thoughts and looked up. (YN). "You're right, St. Lucia is beautiful this time of year."

"But not as beautiful as me, right?" She smirked, sitting on a chair next to him.

"Very true," he smiled and she rolled her eyes. "Who's the drunk? I also don't remember you being that quick when we-"

"Shut up," she said leaning over to slap his arm. "Did you really come all the way down here to find me?”

“I believe there was a promise of secrets being shared. You got the jump on me, I'm just trying to make it even."

She scoffed. "The jump? Please! All I got was your name, you gave up the rest on your own."

It was Dallon's turn to roll his eyes. "You said if I found you, you'd tell me."

"Fine, you wanna know what happened with that guy?" She said, gesturing back to the resort.

Dallon sat up straighter, nodding, as she leaned in.

"He came up to me in the bar and he was already lit. The first thing I noticed was he's married, I mean he's still wearing his wedding ring, so he obviously has no shame. He was talking big, flashing his cash, so I asked him to buy me a drink. He ordered one for each of us, and then a few more, but I didn’t drink more than one, I kept pouring mine in his glass when he wasn’t looking. When he's barely able to stand, I suggested we should go up to his room. He passed out as soon as he got the door open so I helped myself to his credit card number, his wife's email and phone number, and wrote him a nice little note reminding him of all the terrible, filthy, things he said he wanted to do to me and letting him know that I would not hesitate to let his poor wife know what a scumbag he is if he should cancel or dispute any unknown charges his credit card anytime soon."

Dallon sat back and let out a laugh. "You blackmail unloyal men to get what you want?"

"I currently have four funding my lifestyle on a long term basis, and a few others, like my friend upstairs, that I'll hit up for a while, just to keep them on their toes. I let them go after a while."

"Wait, did you have me as a mark the night we met?"

"Not really, I just thought you were good looking," she shrugged.

"Thought?" He smirked. "Did you change your mind?"

"No, I confirmed it.”

He grinned in response. “Do you wanna get a drink?” He asked nodding toward the bar.

“Nah, I’ve had enough for the night. Wanna go for a walk?”

Dallon was surprised by this suggestion. “Yea, ok,” replied getting up.

The waves broke softly along the shore as they walked through the sand. Neither had said anything for some time and the silence was frustrating him.

“How’d you end up with four different men financing you?” He asked out of the blue.

(YN) sighed. “When I turned 17 I was interning at my Dad’s law firm, just doing filing and things like that because my parents wanted me to become a lawyer and wanted me in that environment as much as possible. One of the partners heard it was my birthday and apparently thought I was turning 18, not 17, so he sent me a really inappropriate email. This was all before Me Too and he thought it was ok. I marched right into his office and told him that he was sexually harassing a minor and I could have him disbarred and thrown in jail. He offered to basically put me on a weekly allowance to buy my silence. I was young and stupid so I went for it.”

“Damn,” Dallon muttered. “I’m really sorry.”

(YN) shrugged. “I used all my newfound money and kinda turned into a party girl. I went to Columbia, but never took my LSAT and when my parents found out I wasn’t going to law school, they cut me off. The thing is, they were so embarrassed they never told anyone what happened so no one questioned how I was living. But I realized there were plenty of old creeps with status and big bank accounts that I could-”

“Blackmail?”

“That always sounds harsh,” she laughed darkly, looking up at Dallon. He could see the sadness in her eyes. “But I’ve matured, gotten smarter, and I’ve got a really solid savings built up because eventually those old bastards are gonna start to croak and I have to be prepared and writing won’t cut it.” (YN) sighed, “But now you know every dirty detail. Happy?”

Dallon stopped walking and turned to look at her. “When was the last time you opened up like that?”

“Never,” she laughed lightly.

“Why me?”

“You actually asked.”

Present

(YN) settled into a lounge chair with her book and a drink. She wore her dark sunglasses and spent as much time watching the people around the pool as she did reading her book.

A while later a familiar tall, lanky figure sat down in a chair directly across from her. She lowered her glasses and shot him a smile that he returned. She went back to reading until she noticed someone sit down on the chair next to her. She glanced over at the man who seemed overdressed to be next to a pool.

"Hello again," he said. "We met last night at the bar."

"Oh hey!" She said setting down her book. She wanted to signal to Dallon, but wasn't sure how to do it subtly. "It was Agent Brandon right?"

"Brendon Urie, with the FBI, yes," he smiled. She noticed the smile seemed genuine as it reached all the way up to his eyes.

"Did you ever find those people you were looking for? To interrogate or whatever?"

He shook his head. "I can't discuss ongoing investigations."

"Oh right," she smiled. "I don't know how any of that kinda thing works."

"All for the better, you wouldn't want to be mixed up with criminals."

She nodded. "So do you normally hang out at pools in a full suit?" She giggled, reaching over to touch the sleeve of his suit jacket.

"Only when I'm on the clock," he smiled, but something felt off to (YN).

"Well maybe if you tell me what kind of people you're looking for and give me your number I could let you know if I see them around."

He nodded as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card and started scribbling down information on the back. "If you have any information, or even if you don’t, don't hesitate to call," he said, handing her the card before getting up and flashing her another smile as he walked away.

She flipped over the card as he walked away to read the descriptions and swallowed hard. Other than her hair color that she had changed recently, the description was definitely her and the description of the male was obviously Dallon. She stuck the card in between the pages of her book and glanced across the pool at Dallon. He was talking with a leggy blonde in a tiny bikini. (YN) rolled her eyes and went back to her book, but occasionally peeked at Dallon across the way.

(YN) was not the type to get jealous, she prided herself on her ability to make others jealous of her, but she felt a pang of envy at the girl who had captured Dallon's attention. Sure it was her idea to stay apart, but not all her ideas were perfect and she had bigger things to worry about.

As the afternoon sun began to dip in the sky, she grabbed her things and headed back up to her room with one last glance back at Dallon. He was on his phone and didn’t seem to notice her leaving. When she got back to her room, she had a new text notification.

“Dinner reservations at 7 PM,” Dallon’s text read, with a link to the restaurant.

(YN) smiled and went to pick something to wear.

Flashback

(YN) was in her apartment, working on an article when her phone rang and she saw it was Dallon. It had been a few months since they met and then when they met up again in St. Lucia. After they reunited, (YN) had quietly checked out of her room in the resort and moved into Dallon's suite where she spent the rest of her time in St. Lucia. Since then, they had kept in touch, but hadn't seen each other in person. She smiled as she answered. “Dallon.”

“What are you up to (YN),” he asked and she could hear the smirk through the phone.

“Working for a good honest living, something you know nothing about.”

“Ouch. Well I’m in town, wanna take a break tonight and get dinner?”

“You know I’m never going to turn down a free meal,” she laughed. “When are you picking me up?”

“I’m already on my way.”

Dallon arrived shortly after and they headed to a quiet little restaurant that she knew had a long waitlist for reservations, but (YN) didn't question how they were immediately seated.

"Come to Palm Springs with me," Dallon said suddenly after the waiter left with their orders.

"Why?" She said, narrowing her eyes at him as she took a sip of her drink.

"I have a meeting with a new potential investor and I feel like I could use some back up, someone clever like you."

(YN) couldn't help but smile. "When would we leave?" She asked, glancing at the snow that had started falling heavier since they arrived.

"Next weekend," Dallon replied. "Plenty of time for you to familiarize yourself with everything, I'll send the information over tonight."

"And I'll send you the link for the cutest little pink dress I found at Stella McCartney today," she grinned.

Dallon rolled his eyes and sighed, but couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "Deal."

The following weekend, Dallon and (YN) boarded an early flight to California. They settled into their business class seats, and Dallon put on headphones as (YN) started to read the book she had brought along.

Dallon stared out the window, watching the earth pass below them. He had spent a long time preparing for this job. He had found his mark months before at a cocktail party that he had crashed and had started developing a plan for how he could extract the most cash possible. If there was one thing Dallon understood, it was how to listen to people, make them feel important, and then use that to his advantage to get what he wanted. That was the thing that was different with (YN); he didn’t want to use her, he respected her. She was smart, clever, and resourceful. Her feisty personality drew him in, and kept him in his place and the chemistry between them was intense.

Just then he felt something against his shoulder. He glanced over and found (YN) had fallen asleep against him. He smiled softly. It wasn’t like him to get attached to anyone, but since the night that she walked into his life he felt like he might have finally met his match. He resisted the urge to press a kiss onto the top of her head and let her sleep instead.

After landing, they drove out to the hotel they would be staying at for this initial visit.

“Checking in,” Dallon smiled at the woman working at the front desk. (YN) suppressed her amusement at the woman’s flustered expression when she looked up. She couldn’t blame her, Dallon’s grin could do that to anyone.

“What’s the name?” “Two rooms under Winston Donahue.” “Adjoining rooms correct?” She asked, glancing between Dallon and (YN).

“That’s correct.”

“Well if you need anything at all, my name is Kim, please feel free to let me know,” she said, handing them their room keys and (YN) couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she walked away.

“You gonna need anything Winston?” (YN) asked in a sarcastically seductive voice as they waited for the elevator.

“Nah, I think I’ve got everything I’ll need,” he smiled back at her and (YN) rolled her eyes again as she boarded the elevator.

“The meeting is at 7 PM, so we need to leave by 6:45,” (YN) said looking at her phone.

“So we have a few hours,” Dallon responded, matching her suggestive tone from moments before as they stepped off the elevator.

“I thought we were keeping things professional,” (YN) replied.

“Right, of course,” Dallon replied, putting his hand up defensively as they made their way to their rooms. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

Dallon started unpacking his suitcase and considered jumping into the shower to freshen up from the flight when he heard a knock on the door between his room and (YN)’s. He answered the door without a thought, but was completely caught off guard when he saw (YN) standing on the other side in nothing but lacy lingerie.

“I thought we were keeping things professional,” he finally choked out.

“Ok, fine,” (YN) shrugged, stepping back to close the door on her side.

“Wait,” Dallon said, reaching out to hold the door open.

“Hmm?” She hummed innocently.

“Get in here,” he said grabbing her hand and pulling her into his room.

“Lawrence,” Dallon greeted an older man with a hearty handshake. The restaurant that he had selected for this meeting was an upscale steakhouse, which didn’t surprise (YN) in the least given what she ascertained about him. She gave him a once over and immediately recognized by the way he carried himself that if she was meeting him in different circumstances, she would have made him a mark herself.

“Winston good to see you again,” Lawrence replied. “And this is your associate?”

“Yes, Anna, this is Lawrence Hall. Lawrence, this is my legal advisor, Anna Williams,” Dallon introduced (YN) with her fake name.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a strong handshake and the most charming smile she could muster. She could immediately tell she had won him over.

“Nice to finally meet you as well,” he smiled. “Let’s get started.”

Over dinner, Dallon launched into his impassioned speech about the music and arts foundation he was supposedly establishing. He described in such detail the location he had picked, and the plans already in the works, for a moment (YN) almost forgot that he wasn’t being honest, and that the plan was actually just to line their pockets.

“I think you have a great plan,” Lawrence replied. “If that tax exempt status comes through, we can get the paperwork signed and move forward. I have to fly out for some meetings tomorrow morning, but we can meet again in a few weeks, and get everything finalized.”

“That should work for me. Anna?”

“I might have to move a few things around, but it shouldn’t be a problem,” (YN) replied.

“Perfect!” Lawrence said as the waiter returned to the table with the check. Dallon reached into his suit pocket for his wallet, but Lawrence grabbed the check first. “Nonsense Winston, let me take care of this.” Dallon glanced over at (YN) and they exchanged knowing looks.

Everything was working exactly to plan.

Dallon felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. “Hey Ryan.”

“Hey, where have you been? I haven’t heard from you in forever!” His friend greeted him.

“I’ve been really busy with this project,” Dallon said as he wandered out onto his room’s balcony overlooking the pool.

“Oh, I see. Where are you?”

“Palm Springs right now.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“A little of both,” Dallon smiled as he spotted (YN) sunbathing poolside. He leaned against the balcony railing feeling the California sunshine warming his face.

“You got some help with this one?” Ryan asked, amused by his friend. “I thought you only worked alone.”

“I needed some assistance to give myself more credibility.”

“How hot is she?” Ryan asked, and Dallon just sighed in response. “You know you’re gonna have to cut her loose after you’re done, right?”

“Why?” Dallon asked slowly, straightening up.

“People are gonna catch on to Bonnie and Clyde. When it’s just you, you can disappear, when it’s two or more people working together repeatedly, that stands out. I thought that’s what you always said.”

Dallon was stunned. He and Ryan had worked together before, but when his friend asked for help again, he told him he couldn’t risk it, but he hadn’t even thought about what would happen after that night. His heart started hammering in his chest and he felt ill.

“Dallon, you there?” Ryan’s voice on the other end of the phone cut through the noise in his head.

“Yea, yea I am. And you’re right. We were just having fun anyway, nothing serious.”

“You could always retire,” Ryan suggested. “Find a nice little place to settle down with your girl, go off the grid.”

“I’m not ready for that,” Dallon replied.

“I know you're not, but let me know how it goes,” Ryan said before they exchanged goodbyes.

Dallon went back into his room and sunk down on his bed, his legs seemingly not wanting to work anymore. It was true that what he and (YN) had wasn’t defined in any way. They were partners in crime. Friends. Friends with intense chemistry. He remembered back to the day when they flew out to Palm Springs the first time, the way her head felt against his shoulder. He remembered the way her body felt against his.

He pressed his hands against his eyes. He hadn’t ever felt this way about someone else before. But in the long run she’d be better off not running cons, he didn’t want that life for (YN). He wanted her to be able to just enjoy traveling and writing and the things she wanted to do. Not looking over her shoulder constantly and using fake names. Dallon loved (YN) and he knew what he had to do for her to live her best life.

That night the deal was finalized with Lawrence and $5 million dollars into Dallon’s account. The next morning the transfer cleared, he would transfer half to (YN)’s account. He thanked Lawrence profusely and assured him he would be hearing from him with updates as soon as he could. Despite the significance of the largest con he had ever pulled off, Dallon couldn’t find himself excited after the conversation with Ryan.

(YN) suggested they go out for celebratory drinks afterward, and Dallon agreed. Not that he wanted to celebrate, but because he needed something to take his mind off everything.

"So what's next for us?" (YN) grinned up at him after they were served.

Dallon's throat went dry. "Us?"

(YN) tried not to let her face fall at the response. "Yea, do you wanna work together again soon? This was a lot more fun than what I usually do."

Dallon hated this. He hated that he couldn’t be completely honest with her. "I don't think that's a good idea. Working together too much could raise suspicions."

"Oh. Yea, that’s true. I get it," she smiled, but her heart was breaking.

Dallon then felt a pang of disappointment. He wanted to scream 'don't you care about me? Don't you want to be with me? I thought there was something between us!' But he swallowed it down. It was better this way he reminded himself.

When they returned to the hotel, (YN) gave him another smile and congratulations on a job well done before heading into her room. Dallon spent the rest of the night tossing and turning instead of sleeping. He regretted everything and needed to tell (YN) how he felt. He realized he was willing to walk away from this life if it meant being with her. When he stepped out of his room, he was startled to see the cleaning woman coming out of (YN)’s room.

"Excuse me, where is the guest that was in this room?"

"Checked out earlier this morning," she replied.

Dallon felt sick. He ran a hand through his hair and rushed back into his room and grabbed his phone and called (YN). It went straight to voicemail, but he couldn't bring himself to leave a message. He had gotten what he said he wanted.

The night before when (YN) closed her door behind her, she let her head fall back and sighed. She shouldn't have been surprised at Dallon's response. There wasn't a Valentine's Day card for what she and Dallon were and the feelings she had developed for him were not his problem. He didn't owe her anything other than her share of the money and she knew that, but the sooner she could get away, the better. She grabbed her computer and set to work

After a couple hours of sleep, she got up, packed her suitcase and called a car to take her to the airport. No one was going to look out for her in this world, not even the one person she thought might care about her, so she had to do what was best for herself and disappear.

Present

"Can we talk before we go back to the hotel?" Dallon asked, running his hand through his hair as they stepped out of the restaurant after dinner.

"Sure, there's a park around the block if you wanna go there?"

"Sounds good." As they walked, Dallon noticed that (YN) was rubbing her arms and shivering in the quickly cooling night air. "Hang on," Dallon said, stopping in his tracks and taking off his jacket, wrapping it over her shoulders. "Better?"

"Yea thanks," she smiled up at him.

When they arrived at the park, there wasn't anyone else around. They found a bench and sat down.

"I'm flying out to visit my friend Ryan tomorrow, and I know this has been a whirlwind, but I had an idea."

"What would that be? And remember, you having an idea got a federal agent following us in the first place," she smirked.

"Marry me."

"What?" She asked, shocked.

"If we're married, they can't force us to testify against each other, if we get caught."

"Oh. Yea, that's true," she replied. Dallon noticed that she sounded disappointed, so he took her hand. He realized if he ever was going to have a real shot with (YN), he had to act now. "And like I said last night, I haven't been able to keep you off my mind this whole time, I always keep coming back to you, I'm always looking for you," he paused, looking down nervously before looking back up at her earnestly. "I love you, (YN), since the night we met. There's no one else for me. I wanted to tell you, but by the time I got my head out of my ass, you were gone.”

(YN) was taken aback. "You're serious? Oh my god, you're serious," her heart was racing as he nodded. "Yes! I love you too, Dallon," she said as if the words were almost a surprise to her, the smile growing across her face.

Dallon was grinning as well as he grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her deeply. "I don't have a ring, I mean I wasn't really expecting to do this today," he laughed when he pulled back. "You deserve so much better than this."

(YN) shook her head. "I have you, that’s more than I deserve."

"Do you wanna go back to the hotel and shop for rings online?" Dallon asked.

(YN)'s face lit up even more. "That sounds like a great plan. And then I have some ideas for after that."

The next morning (YN) boarded the elevator after running down to the hotel cafe for a coffee. Just as the door was about to close, someone rushed up and she pressed the door open button. When she looked up she wished she hadn't.

"Agent," she said politely.

"Just who I was looking for," he replied as he pressed the button for the third floor, but his tone of voice had changed from the last time she spoke with him by the pool.

"Oh, why is that?" She asked, turning on the charm as the elevator went up.

"I think you know why," he answered as the doors opened. "Come with me."

"I don't-"

Without saying a word, he opened his suit jacket, displaying the handgun he had holstered. (YN) swallowed hard and stepped off the elevator. She followed him down the hall to his room, trying to keep calm.

"I really think there's a misunderstanding here sir, I really haven't done anything wrong," she said as the door shut behind her.

He turned to a stack of papers in a manila folder on the desk and pulled out a photo of herself and Dallon at a bar in Palm Springs, the night they had finalized the deal with Lawrence. It had been her idea to go there after the deal was finished. Lawrence must have already suspected them if he was already tailing them. "Ms. Williams, isn't this you and your partner, Winston Donahue, who I have also witnessed at this hotel?"

(YN) was struck by the use of her alias, but maintained her composure. "I'm sure that's a very good looking couple, but my hair is different than hers and I don't think a blurry photo and being in the same hotel as some stranger who also might be in a blurry photo is enough to hold me here," she retorted.

"You aren't going anywhere," he said.

"I do not need to be talked to like I'm some kind of criminal," she said more sternly as she walked back to the door. As her hand reached the handle, she heard the safety of his gun click and her breath caught in her chest.

"I'm going to need you to back away from the door, " Brendon said sternly.

"I really think you have me confused with someone else," she said, trying not to let fear crack through her voice.

"I'm certain I don't. Now move."

(YN) turned from the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't believe you're a real federal agent. You would have already charged me if you believed I was guilty of something. If you wanna play lawman, you gotta try harder than this."

Brendon drew his gun again, anger flashing across his face. "Just get me in contact with your partner."

(YN) bit her lip. For the first time in a long time, she didn't know what her next move was. Dallon had no idea where she was, let alone that she was in trouble, real trouble. “I don’t have my phone on me.”

“Seriously?”

(YN) held her hands up. She didn’t have her purse on her, only her room key, and coffee. “Seriously.”

He sighed and went back to his file, and pulled out a sheet. “Here,” he said, handing her the paper that appeared to be a dossier. “Is that the number?”

“I can try it.”

“You’d better,” he snapped.

(YN) kept her eyes on him as she made her way to the room phone. She dialed the number and hoped that Dallon would answer as it rang and rang.

“Hello?”

“Winston, it’s Anna,” (YN) said, hoping he would recognize her voice and realize something was going on.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, instantly concerned.

“Someone needs to talk to you,” she said, before handing the phone to Brendon who was looming over her.

“Winston, I believe you have something I want and I have something you’re gonna want back,” Brendon smirked.

“If you lay a hand on her, you’re a dead man walking,” Dallon snarled back.

“You have 48 hours to bring me $5 million, cash, and Anna walks. And if I don’t get the money, well, I bet you’re gonna wish that you were dealing with the feds. I’ll be in touch.” Brendon said, slamming down the phone.

“How did you even know to come after us?” (YN) asked as Brendon crossed the room.

“Lawrence is a friend of mine. He told me how you conned him out of some serious cash and promised me half if I could get it back for him.”

“Why didn’t you go after Winston in the first place? Why bring me into it?”

“Because when Lawrence was giving me the information, he specifically said Winston seemed totally in love with you, and judging by his response on the phone, he was right.”

“Come on, pick up,” Dallon grumbled as he paced the airport terminal, running his hand through his hair.

“Hey, Dal, what’s up?” Ryan said happily when he answered.

“Change of plans. I have a situation.”

“Shit,” Ryan said upon hearing his friend’s tone. “What’s wrong.”

“I’m at the airport, so I can’t explain it all, but I’m gonna need a lot of green.”

“How much?”

“Just get to printing, (YN)’s life is on the line.”

“Wait, (YN), where, when… (YN) is back?!” Ryan stammered. “Yea, I’ll explain when I get there, I’ve gotta board my flight now, just get to work!” Dallon shouted before hanging up and rushing to get on the plane.

The moon shone down on the beach as Dallon stood waiting where he was instructed. Then he saw two figures walking toward him. When they were close enough, he could see it was (YN) and Brendon, but Dallon had never seen (YN) like that before. The dark circles under her eyes were unmistakable, and unlike her normal confident and carefree demeanor, she appeared broken down. It took a moment for Dallon to realize that Brendon also had a gun pressed to her back. He reached back and pulled out his own weapon and pointed it at Brendon.

“Do you have the money?” Brendon barked.

“What do you think this is?” Dallon replied, holding up a large metal case.

“Go get it,” Brendon commanded, shoving (YN) forward. Dallon gave her a reassuring smile as she crossed the sand, the sea breeze whipping at her skirt. She took the case with a weary smile in return and carried it back to Brendon. He snatched the case from her hands, and examined the contents. “Get lost,” he growled up at her.

(YN) felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders as she turned around and hurried back to Dallon who still had his gun trained on Brendon. They exchanged relieved smiles when without warning a shot rang out.

Dallon watched as (YN) stopped in her tracks. Her eyes went wide and her smile faded into a look of fear. Dallon rushed to her as she dropped to her knees and tears streamed down her face. He looked at her back and saw the blood spilling from the wound by her shoulder. He glanced up and saw Brendon making his escape.

“I got you (YN), I got you love,” he mumbled as he let her lean against him. “It will be ok, you’ll be ok. I’ll fix this, I’ll fix this.”

(YN) woke up to the sun shining into the room. She sighed happily as she felt the breeze off the ocean fill the room, the light curtains billowing gently. She drew in a deep breath and sighed happily. From behind her, Dallon’s strong arm wrapped around her waist pulling her close against him. He trailed kisses starting at the scar on her shoulder, up to her neck. A smile crept across her face as she rolled over and kissed him softly.

“Morning love,” he murmured, his hair falling in his face. (YN) reached up and brushed it away.

“Morning,” she replied, studying his face.

“What?” He laughed lightly.

“I was just wondering how after all the things I’ve done and been through in life, I can still end up like this.”

“Like what?” Dallon asked, running his hand across her back.

“Living in paradise with the most gorgeous, loving husband. It’s more than I could have dreamed of ever having.”

Dallon smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I think it’s all balanced out in the long run. Besides, I’m the lucky one.”

(YN) grinned at that. “Mmm very lucky indeed.”

After a while longer snuggling, (YN) sat up and grabbed her laptop. The photo in the background had been changed from their first trip to St Lucia, to their wedding day on the same beach, a short walk from the bungalow they now called home.

“Oh, Yvonne emailed me, Brendon is being sentenced today for both charges of passing counterfeit bills and impersonating a federal agent. He’s looking at up to 23 years.”

“Good,” Dallon said resolutely. “I’m always going to be mad we couldn’t get him charged with attempted murder.”

(YN) rolled her eyes as she sat her computer back on the floor. “Dal, we’ve been over this. If we would have led the police to him, he could have been able to pin the counterfeit bills on us, and that would have led back to Ryan too. On top of what we pulled on Lawrence! It’s a small price to pay to live anonymously now. Life isn’t fair.”

Dallon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down so she was laying on top of him. “I know,” he said, leaning up and kissing her. “All I care about is you’re here and safe with me now.”

“Always,” (YN) smiled before leaning back in and kissing him again.

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 6 years ago

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She Gave You The Opening, Dumbass. (bodyguard!D. Weekes x Reader)

For: @hi-ho-and-hello

Request: Dallon from Bodyguard, Not My Owner x reader because I have no self-control.

Note: This is not going to turn into a series. This is not going to turn into a series. This is not going to turn into a series.

Dallon’s eyes were wide, focused on the lit-up monitor he was hovering in front of. His fingers worked along the keyboard instinctively, going through the motions that they had done a million times before.

To the left of his hands was a micro-chipped flash drive, which he hurriedly gripped and inserted into the PC as soon as he had successfully bypassed its security system.

At the precise moment that he did so, you popped your head through the IT centre’s doorway. Your hair was swept across your face in a way that was not at all charming, and your breathing was slightly shallow, indicating to Dallon that you had been involved in battle with the enemy’s henchman ever since the two of you split up ten minutes ago.

“Hey, boy wonder,” you called out to him as you delivered a kick to the gut of another assailant who hurled himself towards you; exhaling shortly, you turned to look at your colleague once again, “could you hurry it up? Kinda outnumbered here.”

At your request, Dallon’s internal functions rejuvenated instantaneously; the thought of you potentially getting hurt summoned a fiery intensity inside of the techie, and he began working at an insanely fast pace.

“Almost there, (Y/N),” he answered, glancing over at you; his chest tightened when you locked eye contact but he tried his hardest to ignore it, and turned back to the screen as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I just need two minutes.”

“I can give you forty-five seconds.”

“I’ll take it,” he breathed, grabbing a nearby swivel chair and seating himself on it as he hunched himself over and leaned forward so far he was practically inside of the computer, entering full-on techie-mode.

Meanwhile, you continued fighting with the hoard of enemies outside, trying to keep them away from Dallon so that he could work his magic and hack their systems. You were doing a damn good job at it too – especially considering that you were alone against seven of them – but you were also starting to grow weaker.

You’d been at it non-stop for almost fifteen minutes with no time to take a breather, and your strikes were beginning to lose potency. This, unfortunately, gave your enemies an edge, and they wasted no time in capitalising on it, with one of them delivering a stunning kick to your midsection, propelling you backwards through the doorway and into the IT centre.

You landed a few feet away from Dallon with a loud thud and a groan of pain, and the techie’s attention was immediately stolen from the monitor and set on you completely. His heart race picked up and his face became panicked as he stopped hacking for a moment and started reaching for you.

“Oh, my god. (Y/N), are you okay? Do you need-“

“I’m fine,” you hissed through clenched teeth, shooing his hands away and pushing yourself up, “Just get it done, Weekes!”

With a hasty nod and only minimal reluctance, Dallon refocused on the monitor, as you picked yourself up and resumed fighting. They had made their way inside the centre, now, and you had to put in two hundred percent effort to make sure that your colleague was not in harm’s way.

Mumbling to himself, Dallon skimmed over the programme he had created when its window appeared on the screen as fast as he could with desperate urgency. He could hear your faint grunts of discomfort sounding throughout the room, and his heart tugged with each sound. He hated it. Hated you being hurt. And so he rushed.

After doing one last check to ensure that all of the coding was correct before typing in the passcode and activating the virus.

“Okay!” he yelled out when he was done, yanking the drive from the PC and throwing up his hands. “It’s done! (Y/N), I’m-“

Dallon froze in place after he turned and was presented with the barrel-end of a revolver, aimed right at his head. He saw the slight movement of the assailant’s finger on the trigger and in that moment, he knew that his life was about to come to an end.

So, he shut his eyes and a second later, a gunshot echoed off of the walls.

But instead of feeling a bullet hit his head, he felt a soft hand cup his cheek tenderly. Confused, he opened his eyes and (after tilting his head down) looked right into yours.

“Hey, you’re okay,” you soothed, giving him a small smile as you brushed your thumb against his cheek.

It was clear that he was – or had been – terrified. There was a slight tremor in his body, and his usually sparkling eyes were dull with dread. You kept your hand on his face, non-verbally willing him to calm down, and eventually he was able to function normally and start to move.

He followed your lead out of the facility, but did so as if in a daze. He looked at all of the unconscious bodies on the floor, and he couldn’t help but think that if it weren’t for you, he’d have been worse off.

And suddenly, that little crush that he’d had on you for the last two years evolved into something much, much deeper.

“(Y/N)! Hey!”

Looking up from the mission folder in your hand, you stopped and turned around to see who had called for you. It was Dallon, and he was jogging down the corridor to catch up with you. His fluffy hair bounced each time his feet would hit the ground, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Hey, cutie,” you smiled, tucking the folder under your arm, “What’s up?”

Your nickname caused the techie’s cheeks to flush and he tried to hide it as best he could as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday,” he said earnestly, pushing his glasses back, “You… you saved my life.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Dallon. You know I always have your back,” you said gently, giving another small smile, which he returned.

“And I always have yours. When it comes to tech stuff, at least. Well, and normal stuff, I guess. I mean, obviously not in, like, mission stuff ‘cause I’m useless in the field. But, like, if you need someone to drive you to the doctor or-“

He shut his mouth when you placed a finger on his lips.

“What did we say about babbling?” you queried, cocking one brow.

“That it’s only cute for the first five seconds,” he mumbled against your finger, internally freaking out over the sensation.

“Mhm,” you nodded and darted your tongue across your bottom lip before continuing, “And I’m pretty sure you can think of better things to do with your lips, no?”

Dallon was properly freaking out at this point, and struggling tremendously to maintain a neutral expression. A million possibilities of what his next move would be were racing through his mind. Unfortunately, though, he decided to go with the wrong one.

“Oh, like drinking coffee?” he piped, hastily taking your hand and removing it from his lips, “Haha, yeah! You’re right; that’s a great idea. I think I’ll go do that now. Yeah. Okay, bye!”

“So you think I shoulda kissed her?”

“For someone who’s supposedly a genius, you’re a fucking idiot,” Brendon answered in an icy tone, leaning against one of the desks with his arms folded over his chest.

“Is that a yes?”

With a sigh and an eye roll, Brendon straightened himself up and crossed over to his desolate friend, who had extended his body over the desk chair and was moving around aimlessly.

When he was close enough, the agent clamped both of his hands on the techie’s shoulders and leaned down.

“Sí. Oui. Ja. Sim. Ken. Yes,” he spoke, “She gave you the opening, dumbass.”

With a groan, Dallon facepalmed with both hands. “Oh, my gooood. She did, didn’t she?”

“Literally just said that.”

Turning sharply, Dallon looked up at his friend with a desperate expression. “So now what do I do?”

“Go get her,” Brendon answered, patting Dallon once on the back before turning and heading for the door, “Before Ambrose does.”

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Thank you for reading x

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thepatricktreestump · 8 years ago

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Spotlight: Dallon Weekes imagine

Y/N: Sorry this took fucking forever to create! Anyways, happy 2017 to you all :)

Anonymous said: Dallon imagine? Something where Dallon and y/n have been dating secretly for a while but then they finally decide to make their relationship public? Thanks love <3

It’s not like you could complain. You knew very well getting into the relationship that it was something you had discussed and come to a consensus on. You weren’t allowed to tell people. Not your friends, not his friends, not the internet, not even your family. Dating Dallon Weekes had a lot of ups, but like everything in life, several downs. Whenever he had an interview, sound check, show, or tour, you had to disappear, act like you didn’t exist, watch as he soaked up the spotlight. There were a couple times Brendon caught you sneaking backstage or teased that you were definitely more than a friend, but he knew when to stop most of the time. You also weren’t extremely keen on the idea of telling your parents you were dating a musician, mostly because they claimed that wasn’t a real job, and were stupid idiots against rock bands or bass players in general. And despite him being extremely tall, somewhat dorky, and a little strange, you loved him a lot. Months passed by, shows came and went, and you and Dallon only got closer. You spent nights out sneaking off to fancy restaurants or dancing in the rain, sleeping in a hotel room while he sang you lullabies or sharing secrets late at night, calling each other when he was too far away to visit, careful not to expose yourselves to anyone. You claimed to be just a friend, when in all honesty, you were so much more. Dallon even claimed you as one of the most amazing things that had happened to him. You had both established the secret due to the media, your friends’ antics, and hate from your parents. However, days passed and the two of you only grew even closer, and it seemed like you couldn’t hide it anymore. That’s why you were a bit agitated when Dallon tried to keep up the act in the dressing room after the show one night when Brendon pestered you with questions.

“You’re saying you guys aren’t a thing?” Brendon narrowed his eyes. “I clearly spotted you both kissing after the show. I’m not a dumbass.”

“Yeah, you really kind of are,” Dallon joked.

“Shut up, daddy long legs,” Brendon snapped. “I want to hear it from y/n.”

“I told you already, we’re just friends,” you sighed, noting the way Dallon’s eyes never seemed to leave yours, as if he was careful to make sure you didn’t say the wrong words.

“That’s awful friendly for just friends,” Brendon smirked. “I can’t imagine what else you do after shows.”

“Either way, it doesn’t concern you,” Dallon shrugged. “I don’t see why you should care.”

“Romeo’s getting a little feisty, isn’t he y/n?” Brendon chuckled, giving you a playful jab in the side. “Are you going to shut him up with a kiss for me?”

“Brendon,” you groaned. “Just give it up already. Okay? We’re just friends. That’s it. I’m not telling you again.”

“I bet you guys have done lots of stuff when I’m not looking,” Brendon nodded his head slowly. “I bet it gets a lot more exciting than kissing, too. Doesn’t it, Dallon?”

“I think you should learn to be quiet once in a while,” he rolled his eyes. “I don’t constantly tease you about Sarah.”

“That’s because we don’t deny it,” Brendon explained. “You and y/n, you act like you’re keeping some huge secret or whatever. I’m not blind. Lips on lips only leads to hips on hips.”

“That’s enough,” you laughed. “Come on, Dallon. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Dinner date?” Brendon raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like one to me.”

“Whatever,” Dallon shook his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow Brendon.”

“Have fun,” Brendon waved you goodbye as you dragged Dallon out of the dressing room. “Not too much fun.”

“Uh huh,” you responded slowly, closing the door and leading Dallon down the hallway, holding his hand. You got a couple corridors away before you stopped, looking up at him, ruffling a hand through his hair and sighing. “How long are we going to keep this up?”

“I don’t know,” Dallon shrugged.

“Well we’re not going to stay hidden forever… right?” you wondered.

“I don’t know,” Dallon murmured. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen. Things have been going so good for the two of us and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “I’m sure we’ll be fine. I mean, people have already figured out that we’re practically best friends.”

“That’s true,” he nodded slowly.

“Brendon’s seen us kiss,” you reminded.

“Yeah,” he laughed a little bit.

“And besides,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sure it can’t possibly be that bad. And even if it is, we’ve got each other, and we’ll work it out together.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, hugging you tight. “I’m sorry, I’m just hesitant and scared.”

“I kind of am too,” you admitted.

“So…” Dallon drew out the word nice and slow. “When are we telling them?”

“You play in your hometown tomorrow night, correct?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “You have an idea?”

“Not really,” you confessed. “But I want to do it soon.”

“Maybe after we play the last song,” he suggested. “You can run onstage and give me a kiss on the cheek or something cute?”

“You’d like that?” you double checked.

“I’d love it,” he insisted. “I think it’d be the perfect time. My parents would be watching, Brendon would be watching, a thousand other people as well as the media too, I think it’d be great.”

“I love you,” you sighed happily.

“I love you more,” he chuckled, bending down to kiss you on the lips. “Now come on. I think you mentioned getting some food I believe.”

“Of course I did,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s go.”

You sat in the shotgun seat of the car, blasting your favorite songs on the aux cord, the two of you belting out the lyrics happily, picking up Chinese take-out, then heading to his hotel room to watch a movie, eat some good food, and cuddle. “You really sure about this?” Dallon asked, fishing out the last bits of noodles from the box with his chopsticks.

“About?” you inquired.

“The whole telling people thing,” he explained, making hand motions with his chopsticks in the air. “I mean, I kind of liked it when it was still our little secret. It sort of made it feel special, you know?”

“Like we’re the only two people in the entire world?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Almost like being together shuts out the everything else. It makes me think that we’re invincible, you know? Unable to be torn apart, because nobody even knows we’re together in the first place.”

“It’s a nice feeling,” you sighed, leaning on him and scooping some rice and chicken in your mouth, chewing slowly and thoughtfully.

“All good things come to an end sometimes though,” Dallon reminded. “And you never know, change can be a good thing.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready though,” you admitted quietly.

“Me either,” he whispered.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” you yawned, placing the empty box on the nightstand and cuddling up to his side. “Goodnight babe.”

“Goodnight,” he mumbled, picking up the remote and turning down the volume on the movie, wrapping an arm around you as you slowly drifted off to sleep. The next day was busy and hectic. You had to get dressed and rush Dallon over to an interview, then grab some breakfast, meet Brendon at sound check, work out some problems that arose, and throughout all of this, try to keep your sanity. All day you had been anxious about what Dallon and you had planned last night. You’d have to step onto that stage, thousands of people watching you, and kiss Dallon on the cheek. It wasn’t honestly that hard, but there was something about it all that scared you. What if people yelled at you to get off the stage? Or didn’t like you? What if Brendon hated you guys? What if you tripped when you walked towards him? There were so many possibilities that terrified you. “You okay?” Brendon nudged you, and you snapped out of your daydream, realizing you were zoning out. Dallon was on stage plucking away at his bass, and Brendon must’ve stepped on side stage during sound check to ask you how you were doing.

“Huh? Oh yeah, um, I’m fine,” you stammered.

“Come on y/n,” he chuckled. “You look like you saw a ghost or something. You’re not alright. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Just nervous, I guess.”

“About what?” he laughed. “Dallon’s the one that has to get up on the stage tonight.”

“Sure,” you scoffed under your breath.

“Hey,” Brendon gave you concerned eyes, stopping with the goofy, playful, joking approach. “You okay?”

“No,” you admitted shyly.

“Then what’s up, buttercup?” he frowned. “I’m absolutely terrified,” you barely whispered.

“What’s on your mind?” he persisted.

“So, well…” you voice drifted off.

“Hmm?” Brendon raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

“Dallon and I have been dating,” you blurted out. “For several months now.”

“Called it!” his eyes instantly lit up. “But wait, why is that a bad thing?”

“We want to tell people,” you mumbled. “We think it’s the right time.”

“Then that’s a great thing,” Brendon insisted. “I’d be celebrating, happy, excited. It’s wonderful news! I wouldn’t be scared of it.”

“He wants me to get up on that stage in front of everyone,” you explained, closing your eyes and trying to keep calm. “I don’t think I can do it.”

“Well do you want to?” he inquired.

“So fucking bad,” you replied.

“Then do it,” Brendon put a hand on your shoulder. “Do it like nobody’s watching. Do it like you’re the only two people in the world. Run up on that goddamn stage and look Dallon in the eyes and tell him you love him and give him the best kiss on his life. Pretend you’re all alone. I mean, you’ve already done a great job of that anyways.”

“Really?” you murmured skeptically. “You’re okay with that?”

“Dallon kind of hinted about it earlier,” he gave a small smile. “But it’s fine. It’s great. I’m really happy for you guys.”

“You won’t be mad?” you double checked.

“Is that why you were so scared?” Brendon’s eyes softened. “You were scared of me?”

“Not just you,” you confessed. “Of my parents. Of the thousands of people watching. Of everyone who will see. What will they think of me or about Dallon? What if they hate me?”

“They won’t hate you,” he reassured. “You’re a saint sent from above, y/n. Dallon loves you, I love you, and everyone else will love you too. You’ve been a great addition to the tour family, to this band, to my life in general. Dallon deserves someone as amazing as you. He’s going to take care of you. I know it. He’s a great guy, you’re perfect for each other. I promise.”

“Thanks Brendon,” you gave a nervous laugh. “I needed to hear that. Honest. Thank you.”

“No problem,” he shrugged. “Just wanted to let you know.”

“You’re the best,” you sighed, giving him a hug.

“I know,” he teased.

“Getting cocky again,” you rolled your eyes.

“I better see your ass get up on that stage with a huge smile on your face and fucking own it tonight,” he reminded. “No more of that nervous nonsense. You’ll be just fine.”

“What’s up?” Dallon wondered, walking over and running a hand through his hair.

“Just talking to y/n about some ideas for tour in the future,” Brendon shrugged.

“Cool,” Dallon nodded. “You ready for tonight?”

“Yeah,” Brendon grinned. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

“Me too,” Dallon agreed. “I think it will be a great show.”

“I think?” Brendon challenged. “I know.”

Time seemed to fly by before you found yourself on the side stage, alongside Dallon, watching the opening band start their final song, the signal that meant that Panic! would be entering very soon. Butterflies rose in your stomach as you made eye contact with Dallon. You still had to sit through their entire set before it was your turn to get on stage, but you still felt like it was right around the corner. You held his hand as your heart raced in your chest, and he made eye contact with you, noticing how scared you were. “Hey babe,” Dallon soothed. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m still sort of nervous,” you admitted.

“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted. “What they think, none of it matters. All that matters is that we’re not a secret anymore. We’re not hiding anything. It’s just you and me, the two of us. I mean, it’s been like that ever since the start. Right?”

“Yeah,” you gave a small smile.

“So just let the bright lights and the loud music make your worries fade away,” he instructed. “Listen to the roar of the crowd and know that they’re all cheering for you, for us. I love you, and they will too.”

You glanced towards the stage and realized that the song had come to an end, which meant Dallon had to leave and perform. “Knock them dead,” you gave him a light kiss on the lips. “Before you know it, I’ll be there right beside you.”

“I know you will,” Dallon grinned. “You always are.”

A smile spread across your face as he stepped onto the stage, bass slung around his neck, plucking at the strings as the first song started to play, crowd roaring, lights flickering on, music booming through the speakers. You danced throughout the entire set, swaying your hips from side to side, throwing your hands up in the air, singing or humming along, tapping your feet to the rhythm, acting completely carefree and loose. However, as the set came to a close and the notes of the very last song started, you began to doubt yourself a little bit once again. But Dallon locked eyes with you and motioned for you to come on stage as the last chorus was sung, and you walked up confidently, thousands of eyes watching you as he slung the bass off his shoulders and wrapping his arms around you, kissing your lips with a recklessness and passion, the roar of the crowd becoming ten times louder. “Give it up for these love birds!” Brendon laughed into the microphone. “Goddammit, I love you guys.”

“Holy shit! Are they married?” “Who the fuck is that? They’re hot as hell!” “Dallon’s got a lover!” People from the crowd shouted silly remarks and you giggled as you pulled away from the kiss, staring out into the sea of people, interested in how amazed and excited they were just to see you. Brendon tugged the two of you off stage, still chuckling, and you kissed Dallon once again off stage. “I love you,” you whispered.

“Love you too,” he grinned. “I think I could get used to this.”

“I think you guys are going to have a lot of questions to answer soon,” Brendon rolled his eyes. “I don’t know about you, but my phone’s blowing up.”

“We’ll deal with that later,” Dallon reassured. “Right now, I just want to bask in this moment.”

“No more hiding anymore,” you winked.

“I think I like this more,” he admitted.

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. “Absolutely revealed and vulnerable? Out in the open? Taking up all the spotlight?”

“Definitely,” he grinned.

“I think I do too,” you laughed.

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topimagines · 7 years ago

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Vampire Money

Summary: Brendon’s young, you’re old, and there’s a mutual hatred... maybe

A/n: this was in my drafts and im pretty sure i started it a year ago.. idek how to describe it lol

Being the oldest in a house of vampires is tough, everyone expected you to show the new people the ropes. Sometimes people only stayed for a few months under the care of your house, the only safe house for vampires within the state of New Jersey. You found yourself showing a new kid around every other week, until one person finally showed up, never left, and turned your entire world upside down. He constantly had parties, fed on people who were drunk and high, and didn’t care for anyone else in the house. You were particularly disliked by the young boy, he couldn’t have been turned older than twenty-five, because you always put a stop to his shit.

Especially on a rainy Saturday, he had a particularly large party. You walked in with the house in disarray and people everywhere. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think, and you didn’t see any of your roommates. You walked throughout the house, dodging drunk idiots, hoping to find at least Dallon, the second oldest and by far the tallest among the crowd. Instead, you spotted Spencer leaning against a doorframe with a red solo cup in his hand. You made your way to him and took the cup from his hand, it held a dark red substance that made your senses go insane.

"Who the fuck said this party could be thrown? Because I know Zack and Dallon definitely would not let this happen," you basically screamed, hoping he heard you over the music. You took a sip from the cup before handing it back to him.

"I assumed you did, that’s what Brendon told Dallon when he was getting ready," he shrugged, "I'm guessing you didn’t know about this party."

"Look at my face and tell me that again," you gestured to yourself, "I don’t mean to rain on your parade, but if you want to survive the night, we better get everyone out before Zack gets home and does." You walked away from Spencer to find the source of the music, and found the large speakers plugged into the wall. Normally, you turned down the music just low enough to speak over it and scream "The cops are here!" to get the kids to scatter. That night was different, you were particularly annoyed and wanted to ruin everyone's night. You pulled the chord of the speaker out of the socket and stood up on a coffee table to get ultimate height, "attention party goers, if you want walk out of this house alive, you have sixty seconds to leave my house!" Everyone grumbled and looked between themselves, not paying much attention to your statement, "I'm not kidding, I'm calling the cops!" They all mumbled profanities and walked toward the front door in a large mass of people. Once everyone was gone, Spencer gave you a thumbs-up. You jumped down from the

You walked toward Dallon's room and peeked in, he was listening to music and playing a game on his phone, he looked up at you and took his headset out, "Is the coast clear?"

"I think so," you looked around, you wanted to add 'There may be kids having sex in my room' but decided not to. Best not think about it. You checked every room upstairs and, luckily, no one was in any of them. Until you reached Brendon's room, where, without thinking, you opened the door and witnessed Brendon going down on a girl. You yelped and leapt back into the hallway. Brendon must have heard you, because a few seconds later, he exited with almost nothing on and followed you downstairs.

"Did they not teach you to knock five hundred years ago?" Brendon berated, holding a sheet around his waist to cover himself, venom evident in his words.

"No, we were too busy trying to figure out why everyone was dying at twenty-two, which could very well be your fate in the next few hours," you forced yourself to walk away, he wasn't worth the brain power. You didn’t have the brain power to argue with him. The house, in very few words, was a shit fest. There were cups, plates, and bodies everywhere. Apparently, Spencer also had no idea what self-control was and fed on numerous girls before you had got home. When Zack got home, you were terrified to see what he might do. After all, he was the most mature and the scariest.

He, surprisingly, was okay with the situation. That was, until it dawned on both of you that your cover was compromised. There were three dead teens and Dallon wouldn’t be able to swindle your way out of it. Not that time, at least.

"I told you taking in a stray was a bad idea, now we have to move and we have to take him with us!" You yelled at Spencer with fire in your eyes and words, he looked down at his feet. He had been the one who brought Brendon in off the streets, and assured you that he was an okay guy.

"It's not his fault," Zack said, "We all could have turned him away."

"Then what the fuck is the plan? And who the fuck can I blame?" You asked, hoping the last question would lighten the mood.

"The rule was to always blame Dallon," Spencer joked. Zack took a step toward the tall man and hit him on the back of the head, saying "thanks, Dallon" in an incredulous tone. The mood was lightened slightly, and you let your hard façade fall.

"What is the plan?" You sat down on the couch, speaking quietly and sadly. No matter how much you prepared for being compromised, you were never prepared for finding a house, moving, and attempting to blend in. Eventually, it got old. Brendon walked downstairs after having changed, he reeked of arrogance and sex.

"You guys will never believe who I just banged," he bragged, "she's not alive anymore but damn, she was great in the sack."

Fucking hell, make that four dead teens.

"Can't we just feed him to the family next door? They reek of werewolf and if they smell him-" you tried to suggest, but Zack held up his hand as a sign to quiet down.

"remember what we said when we decided to become the vamp safe house, unless they want to leave, we can't kick them out," Zack said.

"That pact was made 300 years ago, people change, society changes," you scoffed.

"Listen, right now, we need to start packing and erasing any trace of murder here," Dallon said, pulling you into his side after sitting beside you as a sign of comfort, "We're gonna take this a day at a time."

"As the oldest," you start, everyone scoffs, including the boy that just ruined this house for everyone, "shut the fuck up. As the oldest, I am declaring, that if this ever fucking happens again, I’m burning down the next house with everyone in it."

Zack shook his head as he turned to walk away, "Brendon?" He called just before he reached the stairs, turning to peer over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Clean this shit up," he said with such finality, no one wanted to argue. You took this as your moment to walk away and get to packing.

That was always the way these things ended. Brendon, being the twenty-five-year-old vampire he was, threw parties after 'persuading' a few teenagers to come over, where he would kill and drink from some and then you'd have either Dallon swindle his way out of it for you or you would move and burn down the house. To another city, or quite possibly another state. You would probably have to do the latter this time.

"Say goodbye to this house, Brendon, we're never gonna see it again," Zack said, patting him on the back and left to help Dallon load the truck. Brendon sported a sour expression, one that had been on his face for the last two weeks while packing all of his stuff and even the stuff in the kitchen and living room. (You all agreed he had to do all the brunt work because he essentially caused this."

"It's not just my fault," Brendon sulked to the car where you were waiting in the driver's seat, your sunglasses hiding your judging gaze from him. He didn't speak a word as everyone got in the car except for Zack, who drew the short straw and had to drive the moving truck. (You got the second shortest straw, so you had to drive the car.)

"Where are we headed?" Dallon asked after a beat of silence as you started to drive out of the city.

"I have a friend up in Chicago that offered her house until we get one ourselves," you turned on the blinker, going up a ramp and onto the interstate, away from your old home and onto a new life away from the Hunters.

#idk how long ago i started this but #there might be a part 2 #idk yet #im just cleaning out my drafts #brendon urie imagine #brendon urie fanfiction #brendon urie #brendon patd #brendon urie smut #brendon urie fluff #brendon urie x reader #zack hall #dallon weekes #spencer smith

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iwriteficsnottragediesladies · 7 years ago

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Girl Can SING pt 7

Request: I have an idea for Girl Can SING but it’s probs really stupid so totally ignore this if you want! So what if y/n is on stage with Brendon at one of her first shows with P!ATD and she gets bottled and is knocked out and won’t wake up so is rushed to the ER. She wakes up and is all scared and has a panic attack and only Brendon can calm her (my heart 😩). I love your blog so much!!!

The day had finally come: you were at the Reading and Leeds Festival. The plane ride from LA all the way to London was long and exhausting. The jet lag hit you like a bus, but luckily you had an extra 2 days to adjust before performing.

This show is a big deal. Not only is it one of Brendon's favorite places to play, you're also the headliners. Crowds were expecting Panic to be a big finale, the best of the best. It was a lot of pressure on its own, not even including the bottling.

It was a customary rite of passage for new bands to have bottles thrown at them. Even though Panic had played there before, you hadn't, so there was a possibility the crowd would do it. You all prepared yourselves just in case. You were assigned to protecting Dallon while Brendon guarded Kenny since they don't have any hands free to protect themselves.

When you're about to go on, Brendon can see the anxiety written all over your face. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

"Don't worry, Y/n," he reassured you, "It's going to be great."

You took great comfort in his soothing words and smiled a little. He kisses you gently and you feel a warm blanket of confidence wrap around you.

It's minutes later that you're running on stage, the crowd roaring. Your opening song goes well. Only one bottle was thrown and it barely even made it on stage. By the third song, you were comfortable with your performance.

But you let your guard down, which was a big mistake.

In the middle of LA Devotee, you turned to walk towards the other end of the stage. A bottle was careening through the air. Before you could even flinch, it collided with your head as Brendon watched, unable to react quickly enough.

The end of the word you were singing fell from your mouth as you started to fall to the ground. Your vision was black and suddenly you were gone.

"Y/N!" Brendon yelled as you collapsed down onto the stage. The boys immediately stopped playing at the sound of his strangled voice.

There was a collective gasp from the audience. Zack was sprinting on stage over to you.

"Y/n?" Brendon called to you as he dropped to his knees next to you, placing a hand on your cheek.

You don't respond, your eyes remaining shut. Brendon feels something warm on his fingertips and realizes there is now blood running across them. You're bleeding from a cut on the side on your head.

"Shit," He swears to himself before placing his hand over the wound in an attempt to stop the slow but steady flow of blood. "Y/n?" He begged, desperate for any movement, any sign that you could hear him.

Zack arrived, skidding to a stop as he got down on the ground with you and Brendon. He sees the red seeping through Brendon's hand and an extra shock of adrenaline races over him.

Zack looked offstage and signaled for more help with a wave.

"WE NEED MEDICS HERE!" He shouted to the stage crew, "NOW!"

Zack focused back on you.

"Y/n?" Zack tried as he squeezed your shoulder but you remained completely unresponsive.

"Baby, open your eyes," Brendon pleaded.

The rest of the boys were in shock, not moving from where they stood. When Dallon notices the blood coming from your head, he grabs a clean towel and runs it over to Brendon. He takes it and covers your cut, holding it to your head. Dallon steps back and looks on with anxiety, his hand cradling his forehead.

Brendon was completely helpless, unable to do anything to help you other than watch your blood slowly spread across the towel. The only thing he took comfort in was watching your chest rise and fall. You're breathing. That's something.

Medics are soon moving Brendon and Zack out of the way. They take over, quickly assessing you, strapping you to a long yellow board and sliding a brace around your neck.

Brendon was a mess. He couldn't stop his racing thoughts, Oh god, was all of this necessary? Was it that bad? Oh god. Why hasn't she woken up? When is she going to wake up? What if she never wakes up?

You're placed on a stretcher and swept off into the ambulance, Brendon hot on the medics' heels. Once you're inside, Brendon joins you, taking your hand and just praying to a god he doesn't even believe in.

The paramedics were in a flurry of activity around you, attaching machines and putting in an IV.

"Why," Brendon stuttered, trying to ask them a question, "Why hasn't she woken up yet? When?"

"Sir, please stay calm," The medic said reassuringly, "We're doing everything we can to help her. The best thing now is to get her to the hospital, okay?"

Brendon nodded hesitantly, finding little comfort in his answer. He watches as something wonderful happens.

You open your eyes.

"Y/n?" Brendon asks quickly.

You wake to bright lights and far away sound, feeling that your body is in motion but not moving. Your senses begin to align more clearly.

"Y/n?" The paramedic asked, "Hey, can you hear me?"

You focus on the strange man above you and try to respond, but not much more than a noise comes out. A big, throbbing pain exploded in your head and the light was suddenly too much. You go to lift your hand so you can cover your eyes and find that you can't: your arms are restrained at your sides.

You realize that you can't move. Your legs are strapped down, your arms, even your head. Your face drops into terror and you want to get it all off so desperately. Brendon and the paramedic both notice your panic.

"Y/n, it's okay," the paramedic started slowly, "I need you to stay still, alright?"

It's no use.

You manage to slip a hand out and start grabbing at the plastic surrounding your neck, frantically trying to remove it. You scream and Brendon's heart shatters.

"Y/n!" Brendon jumps up and tries to still you, "No no no, it's okay darlin."

You're only escalating, now trying to kick your legs. You feel like you can't breathe. The paramedic is trying to talk to you but you can't hear him over your shear panic.

"No!" You manage to squeak fearfully.

"Shhhhh," Brendon quieted you. He got himself into your line of vision. "Y/n, it's okay."

Your eyes locked onto his. The fear in you made Brendon want to cry.

"I'm right here, Y/n," He soothed, "You're safe."

You try to figure out where you were but it was hard to look around with your head taped down.

"We're in an ambulance sweetheart," Brendon explained sweetly, "You got hit in the head so we're going to the hospital to fix you up, okay?"

Well, that's why your head hurts so fucking badly. You blink a few times, processing his words. You're still clawing weakly at the brace around your neck.

"Get it off," you squeak hopelessly, starting to cry quiet tears.

"I'm sorry baby," Brendon cooed and stroked your hand as he guided it away, "You have to leave it on." You squinted your eyes, trying to block out some of the irritating light.

"It's a brace that's protecting your neck in case you hurt it," the paramedic explained, "I know it's uncomfortable but it's important, okay?"

"'K," you whispered and settled down.

"There you go," Brendon reassured you, "Just take a breath."

"What happened?" You asked Brendon.

"We were performing and someone threw a bottle, got you in the head," He replied, "You were out for a little while."

"How are you feeling now, Y/n?" The paramedic asked, "any pain?"

"Yeah," reply weakly, "My head, my eyes... Dizzy."

The paramedic typed away on the laptop and nodded. Brendon gave you a sad smile and stroked your hand with his thumb.

"What happened?" You asked him again. Brendon looks at you a bit confused. Had you already forgotten what he'd said?

"Someone hit you with a bottle while we were on stage," He reminded you. He could see in your eyes that it was as if you were hearing this information for the first time. Fear gripped him.

"There's a good chance that the memory loss is only temporary," the paramedic said quietly to Brendon, "I would wait until she sees the doctor before worrying about it."

Brendon nodded hesitantly, still scared. He looks at you again.

"We're gonna get you fixed up, okay?" Brendon soothed you.

Once you had arrived at the hospital, the doctor who examined you declared that you needed to spend the night. You had a pretty severe concussion but your scan didn't show any internal bleeding. Your memory was slowly returning to normal too and Brendon was so relieved.

When a nurse came to do your stitches, your grip on Brendon grew tighter.

"I'm right here, Y/n," Brendon said sweetly, "Squeeze my hand as hard as you want."

"Okay," you replied quietly, still so afraid.

"You're alright," Brendon spoke softly, "In a few minutes it'll all be over." He continued to talk to you, telling jokes and recounting funny stories about Penny Lane. He always had ways to make you smile, even in the worst of times.

The nurse bandaged your head when she was finished and you breathed a sigh of relief once she left the room.

The band came to see you. They were all worried sick. The last they knew, you were completely unconscious. Walking into your hospital room and finding you awake, sitting up, talking to Brendon was a relief.

When you checked your phone, you weren't exactly delighted to see that a video of your incident was all over the internet. You expected this much, though. Brendon sees you frown and sits down on your bed.

"That can wait, babe," Brendon suggests, "The doctor said looking at screens was bad anyway. Just rest, okay?"

You sigh and nod in agreement, putting your phone away. You scoot over a little and reach out to him. He lays down next to you and holds you close.

"I'm sorry," you whisper against him.

He pulls back and looks at you in confusion.

"Y/n, don't be ridiculous," Brendon comforts you.

"I should have been paying better attention," You shook your head in disappointment, "We didn't even get to finish the set."

"This isn't your fault," Brendon said emphatically, "And don't worry about the set. We're just glad you're alright."

You nod.

"God, I was so worried," Brendon shut his eyes and held you tightly.

You nuzzled into him.

"I love you, Y/n," Brendon replied, "So much."

"I love you too," You smiled.

"Get some rest," He said, "I'll be right here."

A/N: Woo, long time, no write! Hope you liked it. I kind of hate the way this came out, but OH WELL, maybe it’s just me. Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

#Panic! at the Disco #brendon urie #brendon urie fanfiction #patd #brendon urie x reader #reader insert #girl can sing #Panic at the Disco #panic!#dallon weekes #Kenneth Harris #dan pawlovich #zack cloud hall #hurt/comfort #bottle #bottling #reading and leeds

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daphne-fandom-writing · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

Supernatural

Sam Winchester:

Far away

Set up

Dean Winchester:

Impala (Smut)

Star wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

The Jedi and the Sith (Smut) (Sith AU)

Peaceful

To a new year

Training (smut)

Order 66

Turn (Sith AU)

Emperor (Sith AU)

Cloak (smut)

Good

For him

Old friends masterlist

Anakin Skywalker:

Training (smut) (Sith AU)

Hurt

Injured

Never forgotten

Captain Rex (CT-7567):

Mission

Luke Skywalker:

Join me (Dark side AU)

39th Clone battalion masterlist

Teen wolf

Peter Hale x reader

Chris Argent x reader (Smut)

Marvel

Steve Rogers:

Summercamp

History talk

Chris Evans:

Four times you meet Chris at the same bar

Four times you meet Chris Evans in Disneyland (Smut)

Chris Hemsworth:

Four times you run into Chris Hemsworth

Sebastian Stan:

Four times you dog gets in Sebastian’s yard

Holiday vibes (Smut)

Jeremy Renner:

Four times you meet Jeremy at Comic Con

DC universe

Roman Sionis:

Sex toy headcanon (smut)

Scare (smut)

Dealings (smut)

Protection

Dinner

Bands

Dallon Weekes:

Backstage fun (Smut)

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bandbagels · 7 years ago

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photos are great, but you’re greater..? - brendon urie x reader

Anon said: “ok uhhh can ya do a fic where you come with b on the doab tour and you’re like an extra photographer zack saw and loved your work instantly (cause zack is a bit of a photographer himself djdjdj) and you and b get along quickly and then he like 'accidentally' kisses you and you guys end up becoming bf and gf?? (sorry if that's super specific lmao) -🤷🏻‍♀️”

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“Brendon!” Zach calls and Brendon Urie jogs up to him, his eyes immediately meeting hers, “This is Y/n, the extra photographer that we desperately needed.” She was beautiful.

“Hi,” He grins, still staring into her eyes, “I’m Brendon. Well, you knew that.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. He really didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her like this.

“Yeah, you’re pretty hard to miss.” She chuckles before Zach starts talking again.

“Her photos are fucking legendary. We’re lucky to have her.” He tells Brendon and he nods, not really paying attention

“Definitely lucky.” He mutters before Zach drags Y/n to another person, leaving B to watch her walk away.

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“Thank you, San Diego!” Brendon cheers before running off stage. After shows, he’s always pumped up and excited to see the photos, and that’s exactly what we went for after he saw Y/n sitting on the dressing room couch looking through them. He cared about the photos, yeah, but he really didn’t have any other reason to start talking to her and he used this as a way for them to get close.

“Show me your favorite ones.” He starts, his eyes flipping from her to the camera. He liked it when her eyes lit up at her favorites.

“This is you mid-backflip, and in the corner you can see one of your fans screaming and I think that’s my favorite part of it.” She points out, “Or this part where they brought up the pride flag and you wore it. That’s a good picture.” B glances at Y/n as she flips through the pictures.

“That’s my favorite.” Brendon states as she passes over a stupid selfie she took with the band in the background. She had taken it ironically, thinking it was a funny thing. Y/n giggles, flipping to the gay pride one.

“Look. You look so happy right here.” Y/n explains. Brendon did look happy. He stared out into the crowd and in the next picture, he was looking towards the camera, definitely looking towards the person behind the camera rather than the camera itself.

Brendon stares at Y/n who was fixated on the camera. He could move forward in a second and kiss her. He liked that idea. He waited a few seconds before trying but Dallon opens the door, cutting B’s thought process off.

“Alright, Y/n, let’s see those beautiful pictures.” He smiles, Zach following behind him. Y/n stands, leaving Brendon on the couch. He sighs, the disappointment of not kissing her sunk in. He really needed to kiss her. And soon.

“I-“ Brendon starts, “I know why,” He smiles, turning his attention from the crowd to the girl with the camera, snapping photos down by the crowd, “Because when I look in her eyes, I just see the sky.” He sings the words in loving ways, grinning at her. She suddenly turns her head to the stage, meeting eyes and grinning at Brendon before lifting her camera to take another photo.

He stutters on his words, chuckling at himself as he sings the rest of the song.

After the song, Brendon has about 5 minutes to chat with the crowd, and he pulls a bold move.

“Y/n, come up, will ya?” He grins to the surprise on the photographer’s face.

“This is Y/n.” He states to the screaming crowd, “And she’s one of our photographers and she’s the reason why you get such amazing photos on our website.” Y/n shakes her head in embarrassment and Brendon slips his hand around her waist, trying to hold her closer so she wouldn’t be so nervous in front of this crowd, but that’s not what happened.

Keep in mind that B had a couple of drinks before this show.

Y/n had turned towards him right as he had dipped down to hold her, and they met, not with eyes this time but with lips.

Yeah, Brendon Urie was kissing his photographer in front of about 1,000 people.

He was surprised at first but the drink he had told him to keep going, until she pulled away. The crowd was screaming but he couldn’t hear any of it as he watched her back off the stage. Fuck, he’s probably ruined it all. Turning back to the crowd, he decided he wouldn’t bring it up as he finished his show, seeing as he didn’t really know if he was proud of it or not.

—

The show ended and Brendon almost shot of stage after his farewell, heading straight towards the dressing room.

When he opened the door, she was pacing. Then she turned towards him.

“B, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ She was cut off as Brendon grabbed her face and kissed her again, this time actually meaning to, and this time she kissed back.

“Fuck, I’ve been trying to kiss you for three weeks.” He mumbles and Y/n chuckles.

“Why didn’t you?” She asks playfully and he scoffs, grinning at her.

“You were just way too out of reach.” He grins.

“Hey, B, when do you-“ Zach stops in his tracks, noticing the two, “Well, fuck, you couldn’t close the door? Kiss and do whatever fast because Dallon’s coming in in a second.” He says before closing it.

“Well, I’m so intoxicated by you that I can’t have you anything else except my girlfriend.” He says, grinning at her again- does that grin ever leave?

“I don’t know, B,” She mutters playfully, “I’d have to think about it after that stunt you pulled.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, okay,” He says, laying his face in her neck, before she pushed off him, inching towards the door, “But when you’re ready you know where to find me, sweetheart.” He winks, his thoughts full of her as she closed the door, thinking about the next time he was going to see her, and the next time he’d feel her lips again.

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panicattheimagine · 7 years ago

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Can I even love you?

{I know its been so long since I’ve been on. But I think I’m only going to post as I get inspiration for my stories.

Request: Yes / Dallon Weekes imagine idea: he's scared to make your relationship public but then you have an argument about it and you get really upset and think you're not good enough for him but then he plans a cute way to announce it to everyone and then it gets rly fluffy and cute :)

Word Count: 1243

Warning : Minor Angst, fluff

Y/F/F - Your Favorite Flower

Imagine coming up *ding ding*}

{Not my gif or photo. Found on Google}

Scrolling though your phone used to make you happy. Seeing pictures of your friends and family with their significant other used to make you smile. Taking your boyfriend home to see your family also used to make you happy.Thinking about marriage and maybe even kids with the man you loved made you happy.

Now? It just makes you feel miserable and useless.

While the people you know are out and about with their significant other and posting on their social media with them. You are stuck in your apartment or the tour bus, depending if you’re on tour.

“Dallon?” You timidly ask.

“Yeah babe?” He replies with that million watt smile that you so love.

“I want to go public.” As soon as you speak those words his smile drops. You haven’t even finished what you were saying and he was already shaking his head. “Dallon we’ve been together for about a year already and I’m tired of trying to hide it. Tired of seeing Brendon or Ken posting pictures with their wife and kids, while I cant even hold my boyfriends hand in public.” You have so much more to say but you take a pause just to see what your boyfriend has to say.

Dallon stands up quickly and starts pacing. He’s running his hands through his hair and you know he only does that when he’s stressed. “No.” That’s a simple answer. That’s all he replies. Sadly, it’s not good enough.

“What? Dallon, what do you mean no?” You say breathlessly.

“No, Y/N. We can’t go public. I’m sorry, just no and don’t ask again.” He says calmly. Your eyes start tear up.

“Why not?” You say. The tears you were holding back have surly fallen already. He looks at you perplexed. “What?” he asks.

“Why can’t we go public? I know you had problems with your ex Dallon, she only wanted you for the spotlight, but you know I’m different.” You tell him softly.

“Y/N just stop asking!” He practically screams this time. You flinch at his voice and when you do that, Dallon knows that he messed up. His eyes soften, he reaches out for you but you only step back. He slowly lowers his hand.

It’s quiet. Deathly quiet for who knows how long.

“Okay, I guess that just proves it then, I’m just simply not enough. Never was, never will be. Can I even love you? With you not letting me in and not wanting the world to know about us.” You say softly after moments of silence.

Without another word you grab your phone and keys and leave the apartment swiftly. Dallon was frozen by what you just said. Astonished that you could think so little of yourself. Not being able to figure out how you could think such awful thoughts. After realizing that you had left the apartment a few hours ago, he was able to finally see why.

He had closed you off on so many things, on his past relationship with Breezy, how he was so indifferent on going public. Dallon reaches for his phone, he calls you but no answer. He expected that. He calls your brother.

“Brendon, is Y/N there? We got in an argument and she left. I need to tell her I’m sorry. Please Brendon, help me get your sister back.” Dallon speaks with his voice cracking and tears streaming down his face.

“I’m gonna tell you exactly what you told y/n a few hours ago. No.” Brendon said.

“Help me dude please I know I messed up but I just need to know where shes at!” He practically screams into the phone.

“You made the mess, you clean it up.” With that Brendon ends the phone call.

“Uggghhh” Dallon grunts and throws his phone hastily on the couch. He grabs his keys and leaves the apartment. He knows he has to fix this. He loves you, he just needs to figure out how to fix it.

It’s been a week and no call from Dallon. You haven’t messaged Dallon. It’s been such a horrible week, you just had an argument with the man you love. You had wanted to go back to him through out this week but you had your brother and friends to help you. You finally thought that this was the end and that Dallon had left you.

You hear your phone ring. You go to grab it thinking it was Dallon. Your heart falls when you that it’s only Brendon. You sigh and answer. “Yeah Brendon, what’s up?”

“(Y/N) I need you to meet me at the park I have a surprise for Sarah and I wanted to know what you thought of it.” He tells you in a desperate voice. He sounded more excited than desperate so you agreed.

Getting out of your car you walk past the entrance of the fence that divides the park from the parking lot. After walking for a few minutes you find Dallon right in the middle of a small flower patch that’s in the middle of the park.

He stands not only in the midst of a flower patch, he’s also wearing a suit. He stands with a bouquet of (Y/F/F), smiling softly as he sees you walking up to him.

“Hi.” He says softly. You look around and see your friends and family. Softly smiling you look up to him. With tears in your eyes, you wonder how long this took to put together.

“Hey.” You reply softly.

You are the first to say something about what happened a week ago. “I’m so sorry, for pushing you into something that you didn’t want.” You’re about to continue but he stops you.

“No. I’m the one that should be sorry. Not you. It was my fault and I should have at least listened to you and what you had to say.” He moves forward gently, as if he’s afraid he’ll scare you off again. He looks around at your family and friends and smiles softly at them.

He gives you the bouquet and slowly gets down on one knee. “I’ve been thinking, about what you said. You’re right it’s time to go public. That’s why I love you. You’re right about so much, I would be so lost and confused with out you. I would probably walk off a cliff without realizing. (Y/N) I love you so much. I love to infinity and beyond. (Y/N) (L/N) Will you marry me?”

You gasp softly with tears slowly running down your face. You slowly and softly nod your answer. “Yes” You say softly, voice cracking and all. His smile is from ear to ear as he puts the ring on your finger. He gets up and turns to where your family is.

“She said YES!!” He screams at the top of his lungs. You laugh. When Dallon hears you laugh he knows he made the right decision. He smiles down at you. He quickly bends down to pick you up in his arms. By now your family has already gathered around you, laughing and taking pics.

Your brother takes a picture of you two together showing off your new ring. Smiling as wide as you can. “Post it.” You hear Dallon say behind you. “What?” You reply astounded.

“Post it! Show the world I love you!” He says with excitement.

You are so happy you said yes.

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emostarfishtragedy · 6 years ago

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No YOU'RE having a small breakdown and reading Dallon Weekes x reader fanfiction

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years ago

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Ice Cream Nights - Dallon Weekes x Reader

Request: more Dallon stuff

all of these anons are sending in sweet cutesy little asks and leaving little xx s at the end and I'm just here like iNsOmNiA wiTh dALlOn wEeKeS bC i'M sAd-

Summary: You can’t fall asleep, but luckily Dallon is still up and invites you for some late night ice cream

Word count: 1 013

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to find a position that might finally make it possible to fall asleep. But instead you only managed to kick your blanket to the ground. For a moment you wondered if maybe this was the solution, no blanket. It had been terribly warm for days, and even though you had tried so desperately to keep your flat cool, it had finally heated up uncomfortably. For a few moments you lay still, almost thinking you might fall asleep, when outside the sirens of an ambulance jumped on.

With a cry of frustration you sat up. There was no way you would find sleep tonight. Taking a look at the clock you sighed. 1:16am. Your head started hurting if you even thought about how late it was. At least it was the weekend, so you had nowhere to be. Grabbing your mobile, you decided to settle down in the living room on the couch. After having scrolled through social media for a while, you noticed you had received a new message in the messenger app. Reading through the message your aunt, who was currently halfway across the world, sent you, you replied quickly, and just when you wanted to go back to your aimless scrolling, a new message popped up.

Still up?

You were not aware of the grin on your face as you clicked on the bubble, and were lead to the chat, but it was definitely there.

So are you.

Of course it was Dallon who was up just as late as you were. Dallon and you had known each other for years, but just recently you had found out that the feelings you had secretly been harbouring for Dallon were not one-sided, and so far you had been on a couple of dates. Both of you had agreed to take things slow, even though you knew each other so well already. But friendship and romance were different, and it was exciting to get to know him in this entirely new way, where he would openly flirt with you, and then get all embarrassed about it.

Can’t sleep. Again.

You nodded to yourself as you typed out your reply.

_Neither can I. _

It took a couple of moments until he answered.

Too warm? Or is it insomnia?

You grinned a little wider, remembering how Dallon always remembered even the tiniest details of your life. You had only talked about your sleeping problems to him once, and still he had remembered it.

Probably both. What about you?

This time it took longer for him to answer, and when he eventually did, he had sent you an address.

Meet me there asap. Whoever comes last pays for the ice cream.

You did not even think about how it was almost 2am, and how it was a little crazy going for ice cream at that time of night, but you did not care. You just jumped up and quickly threw on some presentable clothes, a little voice in the back of your mind complimenting you that you even looked pretty cute.

Much to your surprise you made it to the 24/7 diner before Dallon. You waited for him outside, curious what he had planned. Luckily you did not have to wait for long, and a couple of minutes later he turned up as well, a wide smile on his face as he spotted you leaning against a lamppost in front of the diner.

“I see I have been beaten,” he laughed, and walked over, wrapping you in a hug.

“I have a feeling you let me win,” you teased, but he just shrugged.

“I just like to spoil you,” he winked, and intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you over to the diner, where he ordered ice cream in cones for both of you.

When you stepped outside again, licking the sweet treat, the air had still barely cooled down, and side by side you walked over to the small park that was down the street. Insects hummed in the night. Frogs were quacking in the pond, which laid hidden in the dark. Bats were chasing moths around the street lamps. Dallon found a bench for you to sit down on, and together you sat in silence until you had finished your ice cream. For a long while after that you just sat and listened to the sounds around you, relaxing in the sleeping city. Hardly anyone was awake this time of night, and even fewer people were outside. Once or twice a car passed by the park, temporarily illuminating the comfortable dark. The frogs continued their concert, and in the distance it sounded like two cats had gotten into a fight with each other.

Dallon had his arm wrapped around you, keeping you warm, when eventually the air had cooled down enough to make you feel a little chilly. At some point Dallon started talking, and you shared your thoughts with each other, mostly staying in the present though, making up stories about what happened inside the houses behind your backs, what shops would probably open up first this morning. You talked about how you were reminded of summer camp by the noise the frogs made, and Dallon told you about that time a sparrow flew into his room and he had to catch it.

Slowly the sky began to brighten again, and the night was almost over. It was only half past four, but the sun slowly began creeping towards the horizon, and when the first beams of light winded through the trees, you got up from your bench in the park. Dallon had had the brilliant idea to go for breakfast in the diner where you had grabbed your ice cream earlier that day, or rather night, and after that you planned on heading home to his place, since that was closer. Maybe you would actually be able to get a wink of sleep then, cuddled against Dallon. But right now you were walking arm in arm down the street of a slowly waking city.

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022 with Az 😉

Hello friends! And welcome to my personal Kinktober 2022 list - I hope you enjoy your stay...

Here’s how this is going to work

my requests for this particular list are now closed

day prompts will be assigned a person on a first come first serve basis - so if you snooze, you lose!

any prompts that aren’t filled by the 28th of September will be assigned a person by me, either with a specific person I had in mind or by a lucky dip process

prompts will be posted in their numbered order. So if you request number 29, it will be up on the 29th of October. No sooner.

if you want to make any additional requests related to a certain prompt, then please do! As long as the detail you want isn’t under my list of things I won’t write, I’m happy to add things in :)

People I will write for:

- MCR: Gerard Way/ Mikey Way/ Frank Iero/ Ray Toro

- IDKHow: Dallon Weekes/ Ryan Seaman

- Twenty one pilots: Tyler Joseph/ Josh Dun

NOTE: my prompt list is now FULL - but you are more than welcome to keep requesting horny things for me to write. I can’t promise when they’ll get posted as I’ll obviously be prioritising the October challenges for now, but I will get around to them.

The basics:

- most importantly: no matter how much you like my work, DO NOT put it into spaces where the real life subjects of these stories may see them (i.e. tagging people on twitter, copying links into a discord server etc). It’s one thing to write fanfiction based on how we imagine real life people to be, but shoving it in those actual people’s faces is crossing a MAJOR line. Boundaries are important, people. It’s okay to have sexual thoughts about people. It’s not okay to make those people aware of them - especially if they don’t know you personally.

- all ‘reader’ characters will be written as being OVER 18. If you are under 18, please do not interact directly with my work. If you decide to read it, that’s on you. But no comments please - you will be blocked.

- I will not write: incest, explicit non-con, daddy/mommy kinks, kinks related to the use of real weapons. That’s about it.

My ‘default’ reader character:

- gender neutral

- more on the submissive side

Please add as much detail as you want to requests, I’ll do my best to keep up with it all!!

And now, for the fun part...

First Time | Frank Iero x fem!reader

Phone sex | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Oral | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Aftercare | Mikey Way x fem!reader

Praise kink | Ray Toro x reader

Angry make-up sex | Mikey Way x reader

Sir kink (teacher x student AU) | Frank Iero x reader

Quickie | Gerard Way x reader

Mirror sex | Gerard Way x reader

Overstimulation/ Edging | Frank Iero x reader

Vampire AU | Ray Toro x reader

Breath play | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Shower sex | Mikey Way x fem!reader

Public sex | Gerard Way x reader

Spanking | Ray Toro x reader

Friends with benefits | Frank Iero x fem!reader

Restraints | Tyler Joseph x dom!reader

Morning sex | Mikey Way x reader

Size kink | Ray Toro x reader

Toys | Frank Iero x reader

Lingerie + Costumes | revenge!Frank x fem!reader

Pegging | Gerard Way x (afab)nb!reader

Outdoor sex | Gerard Way x fem!reader

Jealousy | dom!Mikey Way x reader

Caught masturbating | Gerard Way x femdom!reader

Anal | revenge!Frank Iero x fem!reader

Temperature play | Dallon Weekes x fem!reader

Secret relationship | Gerard Way x reader

Sensory deprivation | Frank Iero x reader

Roleplay | Gerard Way x reader

Threesome | Frank Iero x fem!reader x Ray Toro

Open spaces on this list do not currently have a person assigned, therefore I am open to requests for those.

You may notice that this list isn’t quite as kinky as some other Kinktober lists. That’s for 2 reasons.

1. There are some things I just don’t know enough about to write (and researching them could be a bit dodgy)

2. I think people with slightly more vanilla tastes should be able to enjoy Kinktober too <3

So let loose and have fun - and keep your eyes peeled on every day of October...

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robinrunsfiction · 6 years ago

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Again

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~2,400 Author’s Note: This is a sequel to the Valentine's Day Challenge story I wrote for Dallon. Poor thing was the only one without a happy ending! And back when I was searching for prompts for the challenge I found this: "The touches started lightly, a whisper of fingers across the curve of a spine, the promise of lips against a throat, the flutter of hands at hips. You were entirely mine." and I decided that Dallon deserved better (I mean when doesn't he?) so I sat on this idea for a few months. Then I had the privilege of meeting the most gorgeous man in music (imo) and was inspired to actually work on this damn thing. Also when I met him he put his arm around my shoulder, just like I describe below (also there's photographic proof lol) and so of course I included it 😍 Ok, I've rambled WAY too long, here we go.

It took longer than you expected, but Dallon and Ryan had finally decided on a record label to sign with, and set a release date for 1981 Extended Play, the album you helped them produce. And now, almost sooner than you expected, you found yourself at the release party for said album.

Ryan had insisted you come, as the album wouldn't exist without you he explained even though Dallon and you had barely spoke since the meeting on Valentine's Day when he kissed you and you pushed him away. It was all his damn fault. Everything was always his fault.

Except when it wasn't.

Now you were walking in the door to the party with your best cocktail dress on that had your entire back exposed and your most comfortable heels and feeling pretty good about yourself. When you walked in, you found a few familiar faces and made small talk as the album you helped craft played in the background. Before you knew it, you spotted some blue hair in the crowd and Ryan was coming over to you.

"Ugh Ryan it's so good to see you!" You exclaimed as you wrapped him in a big hug.

"I'm glad you made it; I know how things... are? Were?" He asked cautiously as the other people excused themselves.

"Yea, it's ok. I wasn't mad. It's just... better this way."

"You don't sound convinced." You gave Ryan a withering glance. "Ok, maybe I'm just imagining things then," he replied defensively, holding up both hands.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” you said excusing yourself. As you stood by the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you, you felt someone walk up behind you.

“Hey,” the familiar voice said. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before you turned around.

“Hey Dallon,” you replied.

“Thanks for coming tonight, this wouldn’t be possible without you,” he said leaning in slightly.

“Of course. I’m proud of how the record turned out, and you guys are finally gonna break because of it,” you responded politely. He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Maybe Ryan had seen right through you, and you weren’t convinced that you handled things correctly. No.

Ryan was right.

“You look very nice tonight as well,” he said much more quietly, almost at a whisper right into your ear. Your stomach did a flip involuntarily.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Hey Dallon,” Ryan said approaching you both. Dallon took a step back so he was standing next to you. “The guys from Fearless are gonna say a few words and they want us up there.”

“Cool,” Dallon replied as his hand found your lower back. You tried not to jump in surprise at the sensation. You didn’t even bother chasing away the thoughts of how good it felt to have his skin on yours again. Dallon glanced over at you and gave you a slight smirk and you rolled your eyes. “Right now?”

“Yea, I guess so,” Ryan replied as he turned and headed toward where the people were waiting.

The next thing you knew, the sensation of Dallon running his fingertips up your spine sent a shiver over your whole body, and you tried not to audibly gasp with surprise and excitement.

“Don’t run off,” Dallon said as he followed Ryan toward the stage. A grin spreading across his face when he saw the look on your face.

“What can I get for you?” you heard the bartender ask.

“Water,” you replied quickly. You needed to keep your wits about you.

After the speeches concluded, you found yourself talking to a few people, but you had an eye on the tall singer. It seemed as if he was doing the same to you from across the room.

The last few months you spent a lot of time thinking about the events that took place on Valentine’s Day. You had invited him over, and just like clockwork, you found yourself falling into his spell. The way he spoke was like magic, pulling you in. It was always like that, until you found yourself not talking when he was gone. Maybe the timing was wrong before. Maybe it could have been right in February, but you didn’t want to get hurt again. Maybe you just needed to let your walls down just a little more. Maybe it was too late. Maybe it wasn’t.

You realized you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts and pulled yourself back into the conversation that you had been ignoring, smiling politely and tried to remember what they were discussing. A few minutes later you felt a hand on the side of your arm as it wrapped around you, before it slid up to the base of your neck. You immediately recognized the gesture before you even looked up at Dallon standing next to you.

“Hey, (YN), there’s a reporter that wanted to ask you a few questions about the album.”

You furrowed your brow at him, you weren’t aware of any press being here, let alone that anyone would want to talk to you, but you followed him away from the group and around the corner.

“So that was a lie,” you said snidely as you realized that he was just getting you alone. Not that you minded.

“I didn’t know if you’d come along if I just asked you to talk,” he replied running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking, a lot, and (YN), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said all those years ago, I’m sorry I ended things the way I did. I’m sorry for kissing you like that a few months ago, but I don’t regret it, not for one second.”

You looked up into his eyes and they were conveyed an honesty and sincerity that tugged at your heart. You hardly noticed as his hands found their way to your waist.

“I told myself never again,” you started, and his face began to fall. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about you, about us since then, and regretting how I left it. Truthfully, I was so afraid of you hurting me again.”

“(YN), I don’t want hurt you again. I’m not the same man I was back then.”

“You are, but only in the best ways,” you said before reaching up and pulling him to you, your lips against his and you could feel him smile as his grip on your waist tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him. It was true, the best parts of him were still there, and you believed him when he said that he had grown up since you had last broken up. You had too.

“Oh shit,” you heard someone mumble and you both pulled back to see Ryan hightailing it out of the corridor you had been hiding in.

You laughed as you unwrapped your arms from around Dallon. “So… we’re giving this another try?”

“(YN), I love you. I always have and I always will. I want to give you my all,” he said, looking into your eyes again, pleadingly.

“I love you too Dallon. Present tense,” you said with a smile.

“What?” he asked, a confused look on his face.

“Never mind, let’s just get back out there,” you laughed.

“Wanna go out after this?” He asked as he ran his fingers up your spine again, goosebumps forming on your skin all over again.

You nodded with a smile and turned to go, but he grabbed your wrist just before you rounded the corner, pulling you back to him. His lips were on yours again, then ghosting against your neck as he murmured “I’m so glad you’re mine again.”

“I’m so glad to be yours again.”

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Ballon For Life, Dude. (Dallon Weekes x Reader)

For: @fandom_queen_4life (on Wattpad)

Request: I have a request!! You’re one of the best oneshot writers I’ve seen in forever, so, it would mean a lot if you did this.

Ok, so, it would also be a Dallon x Reader (I’m a little addicted to iDK How currently). So, the scenery might be a bit angsty, and so, I apologize in advance. So, the reader is just chilling with Zack while they waited for the boys to change. But, then they heard arguing. Because Dallon wanted to leave, and Brendon was kinda pleading for his best friend not to. It escalated quickly, and Zack had to break the two up. So, Brallon was done. Dallon actually had a nervous breakdown at home, where the reader was with him and kinda told him that it was gonna be alright and that she was sure that Brendon didn’t hate him. Then, timeskip to when iDKHow formed. When they released 1981 EP, Brendon helped promote it (like the instagram post) and went to Dallon’s to try and make amends. Then, it could end in like, something cute or something-

I dunno, it’s probably a bad scenario, but, it would mean a lot to me nonetheless- Thanks for reading, cause you easily didn’t have to ;)

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

Note: It hurt my heart just reading this prompt, and then writing it was pure heartbreak because I miss Brallon so damn much. Also, this is more a Brallon oneshot than a (Dallon x Reader).

Warning: A. N. G. S. T.

It was normal for there to be noise wherever the Panic! boys were. But said noise was usually a combination of laughter, singing and playful banter – not aggravated yelling. That’s why when the angered words of Brendon and Dallon ricocheted off of the walls all through the hallway of one of the concert venues, you and Zack immediately ended your own conversation and hurried to the room three doors over.

When you reached the dressing room door, you managed to duck down just in time to avoid getting hit in the face by a water bottle, courtesy of Brendon.

“I can’t fucking believe this!” the singer laughed bitterly, focusing his steely gaze on Dallon, “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

Your husband scoffed and leaned down a bit. “Really? I’m an asshole? You’re the one who’s too fucking arrogant and self-centred to even let me speak!”

“You’ve already said what you wanted to say, didn’t you?” Brendon shrugged in a mock show of nonchalance, throwing his hands out and arching his brows. “You wanna leave. You’re leaving. Like a fucking traitor.”

You noticed Dallon’s hands twitch slightly. He swallowed hard and when he spoke, his voice had an eerily calm tone to it. It was unsettling.

“I’m a traitor for wanting to try and actually make a name for myself instead of playing second fiddle to you?”

It was Dallon’s turn to laugh now, except his was a real one, because Brendon’s selfishness had left no room for anything other than amusement.

“Wait, I forgot…” Dallon lazily pointed a finger at himself, “I’m supposed to see you as my saviour, right? I should be falling to my knees and worshipping the ground you walk on because you felt charitable enough to allow me to be in your fucking band. And not as a real member, oh no – I would only be awarded the title of ‘touring member’.”

“Fuck you,” Brendon spat, eyes wild as he took a few steps towards the taller human, too pissed off to even think straight, “I gave you countless opportunities to become a full-time member – you’re the one who rejected all of them! And hell yeah you should be thankful to me; I gave you a chance when no one else would, you prick!”

The singer reached out to shove his friend, but Dallon hit his hands away.

“That’s exactly my point, Brendon! I didn’t want to be a full-time member of the band! I wanted to be the lead singer of my own one. That’s all I’ve ever wanted and now I finally have the chance to do that. As my boss, I understand why you’re pissed. I do, I get that. Me leaving is gonna cause one hell of a nightmare.” Dallon’s features softened and the anger drained from his eyes as he slumped his shoulders and looked at Brendon imploringly. “But as my friend…fuck, dude, I thought you’d get it. I thought you’d be happy for me.”

“How the hell can I be happy about the fact that you’re fucking walking out on me?”

Brendon was borderline incensed at this point. He knew that he was offside, and he knew that he was being unforgivingly selfish, but he had been through this exact thing too many times before and every time it happened, it reopened that wound from 2009, and he was left being infected with the same pain over and over again.

His anger was really just a desperate attempt to prevent his best friend from leaving him – just like all the others did – and he prayed that Dallon would read between the lines.

Unfortunately, Dallon was too far-gone to even think of it.

“Why is me leaving to start my own career suddenly such a big taboo, huh?” Dallon huffed impatiently, running his tongue over his teeth. “The others-“

“Exactly my fucking point!” Brendon growled, pulling at his hair frustratedly before jabbing a finger in Dallon’s chest, his breathing growing ragged. “Ryan, Jon, Spencer – they all fucking left me! You-you’re all I have left, damn it!”

Brendon had grabbed hold of Dallon by the front collar of his suit jacket, catching the taller man by surprise. Before the bassist could react, you and Zack rushed forward and separated them.

Zack pulled Brendon back and dragged him to the other side of the room, speaking softly and trying to calm him down while you began leading Dallon out of the room.

“Yeah,” Brendon shouted after the two of you, voice cracking from the strain of all of the emotion, as he struggled against Zack’s vice grip, “yeah, that’s right. Leave! Fucking leave just like the rest of them!”

You’d known Dallon for ten years, and you’d been married to him for five out of those ten, but you had never seen him more broken than the night of his and Brendon’s argument.

The moment the two of you crossed the threshold into your home, your husband broke down. He collapsed into your arms almost instantaneously, sobbing into your shoulder and trying but failing to stop the tremor that was wrecking his body.

All you could do was hold him and comfort him as best you could, shushing him and rubbing up and down his back the way you always did when he was feeling troublesome. Tonight, though, you didn’t seem to be enough, because a half hour later, his sobs were yet to subside.

“Shh, honey,” you tried again, pulling him closer into your embrace and pressing your lips to his head.

“He hates me,” Dallon finally managed to choke out. The clear devastation and heartbreak in his voice broke your heart. “He fucking hates me, (Y/N).”

“Baby, he doesn’t-“

“I didn’t wanna lose him, (Y/N). I-I didn’t. That was the last thing I ever wanted.”

“I know. Hey,” you mumbled, pulling back a little so that you could wipe away the tears free-falling down his angelic face, which was now blotched from all the crying, “He doesn’t hate you, okay? I promise you that. You guys’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Your promise was seemingly failing to ring true, however. Because almost a year after Dallon officially departed from Panic!, he and Brendon were yet to have a proper reconciliation.

The few times they were forced to interact were during meetings with the label or management team, and they were civil – not more than that. You could see it eating away at Dallon, tearing him apart from the inside, but he never brought it up, so you refrained from asking about it for fear of causing an argument.

The fans were understandably shattered over the news of the bassist’s departure, but for the most part they were nothing but supportive and loving, something which you were incredibly thankful for; Dallon needed it now more than ever.

The two men were not the only ones feeling the effects of the rift between them; it was affecting you greatly. Besides the fact that Dallon was your husband and his pain was your pain and all of that, you too were suffering from Brendon-withdrawal symptoms.

You and him had formed a close bond over the years, and you loved him like a brother. So you too were beginning to become increasingly miserable at the lack of Brendon in your life.

That’s why when you saw the post made by the Panic! accounts on Twitter and Instagram, you were understandably ecstatic. You shot up straight on the couch as your eyes took in the picture, and the booming sound of Dallon running down the stairs told you that he had seen it, too.

“(Y/N)!” he wheezed breathlessly, skidding to a halt at the end of the couch.

You nodded briskly, eyes still glued to the screen. “I know.”

Before either of you could say anything more, the doorbell rang.

“You get it,” Dallon waved it off, rushing over to the armchair, “I need to- need to reply to this or… something.”

You did as he said and went to answer the door, eyes widening once you saw who your guest was.

“Uh… Dall?”

“I can’t come to the door, (Y/N)!” he insisted urgently, gnawing on his bottom lip as he hovered his fingers over his cell, “I have to message Brendon! Shit, what do I say? Maybe I should just call him. Should I? Should I call him?”

“I… don’t think that will be necessary,” you half-smiled, ushering Brendon inside.

Dallon turned to you with a frown, mouth open as he prepared to argue with you. His words caught in his throat when he saw Brendon standing next to you.

The musicians stared at each other for a little while, while you stood to the side with an expectant look on your face. You were about to yell at them to communicate, damn it, when both of them started rushing towards each other.

You gasped and reached forward, preparing to pull them apart but recoiled in a mixture of surprise and elatedness as they threw their arms around each other in a massive hug.

“I’m so sorry,” Brendon apologised.

“Me too,” Dallon agreed.

They pulled apart and shared a laugh. Dallon lightly punched Brendon in his shoulder. “I missed you, dude,” he admitted.

“Yeah,” Brendon breathed with a nod. “Look, Dall, I acted like a complete dick. There’s no excuse for my behaviour. I was just- I was scared, alright? After everything that’s happened, I couldn’t handle the thought of not having you around. I mean, you’ve been a part of Panic! for longer than any of the other original members have; you’ve been my road-wife for the better part of a decade.” He blinked back tears. “Hey, I’m really happy for you; you’re one of the most talented motherfuckers I’ve ever met, and I’m super hyped that you’ll finally get to live your dream. The only reason I lashed out was ‘cause I’m gonna miss you a fuck ton.”

“Dude,” Dallon replied softly, breathing out too, “I’m gonna miss you, too. You think leaving was fun for me? ‘Cause it most definitely wasn’t – especially with the way it went down. And I’m sorry, too, for what I said – I really am grateful for what you did for me; that shit was unreal, and I’ll forever be thankful for that. But yeah, man, I’m just stoked to get working on my own shit. It’s been a long time coming.”

Brendon nodded in understanding and closed his eyes for a second. When he reopened them, he smiled at Dallon and opened his arms, cocking an eyebrow.

“As long as we can reinstate our monthly laser tag dates from here on out, I’m good. We good?”

Dallon laughed and gave an eager nod. “Brallon for life, dude.”

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Thank you for reading x

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