#in LA he asked to pick up some stranger's baby at some point he's pathetic when it comes to children

[roseband]

"Jung Hee said I could come in.”

[perrentes-ptv]

Prompt: Can you please do a dallon weekes and brendon urie where dallons really possessive and jealous over brendon I don't know if that was vague but you can pretty much make it your own, please and thank you, I love your stories

Title: I Don’t wanna be the one you can push by 

Pairing: Brallon

Song: Giants - Lights (lol first song on shuffle)

WARNING CONTAINS: M/M, If you do not like this prompt or pairing, do not read it! It’s not hard

ADDED: I have a question I don't know If you're taking request but no one does them and I was wondering if you could right a dallon weekes and brendon urie fanfic where dallon has a size link and just loves how small brendon is to him and it's just fluffy and maybe smut, if you can't write it it's fine

A/N: no smut; kinda fast; im not used to brallon 

"stop laughing, or i'm finding a new boyfriend tonight and you can sleep in the pool!"

"Ha ha ha ha - my brother ha ha ha." Dallon completely dying in the passenger seat, in Brandon's car.

The two had a pretty filled day, Brendan had a few interview in LA schedule throughout the morning half afternoon, he decided to carpool with his boyfriend, AKA having Zach drop him off at the studio he was working in with Ryan before going to Brandon's interviews. Dallon refused to use Brandon home studio so he has one downtown.

Zach dropped him off, Brendan did his interviews they went back to picked up Dallon. Zach dropped them off at home after come in in for a drink, and having a rundown for the next week. They stayed at home for roughly 3 hours playing with the dogs getting their exercise, taking them to the bathroom. Dallon asked Brandon if he wanted to go out With Dale and one of his old friends who want to meet up with him.

Brendon, absolutely wanted to go they went out. To a restaurant had dinner on the outside the restaurant, as Dallon and his friend Tyle were talking icatching up, some dude came over the railing to Brandon asking him if he was sick and tired of being the third wheel and wanted to have a fun night with him.

Brendon said no to the Man, he suspects that this man's ego got a little bruise because the next thing he he knew this douche bag was taking hits a at him, about being a tease, that have a pretty mouth didn't give him the right to be picky with that face, and he'll be calling the douchebag daddy all night if only he knew to take the stick out of his ass.

Before he could retaliate or even defend himself, his boyfriend was on top of this dude, throwing punches, telling him to apologize to Brendon, and how fucking disgusting he was.

Brendon pulled Dallon off of the stranger told him they can't be doing this in public no matter what, paid for their meal said goodbye to Tyler, said sorry about the mess to the hostess and waitress, they said it was okay and that it was really sweet that Dallon was so protective of his younger brother. And that they should go home safely.

And now we are back to the car ride home where Dallon was laughing so hard to the point where he was even making noise, and Brandon ceiling with rage in the driver seat.

As the couple finally made it back home the laughter died out but not so much the anger.

"Bee, you have to met it was hilarious." Dallon completely oblivious to his boyfriend anger for the moment.

"how is this hilarious you just emasculating me in front of your friend and others." Brandon said once they were in the house walking to the living room.

"what are you talking about? I'm talking about with the hostess and waitress said."

"I'm talk about you, not letting me fight my fight what the hell is that, you're making me seem like I can't handle myself, I'm not some scaredy-cat I can handle my own if I need to."

Dallon tried saying his point of view but was cut off, "I know-"

"then what the hell was that, baby that was embarrassing for me." Brandon came up to Dallon, looking up at the taller man trying to see what was going through his head at the time.

Dallon let out a deep sigh and grab Brandon's hand into his own, "Bee, i'm sorry that you feel embarrassed but I'm not sorry for standing up for you, I know you're not pathetic or whatever, I just love you that's why I did that, it has nothing to do with your status as a man. You are the man I love and want to protect, from jerks like him to the rest of the world if it brings you harm. But I'm sorry you feel that way still but I'll do again just to let you know."

after a long pause Brandon said, "Okay, that was sweet as hell, I'm not gonna lie. Oh my God i'm crying."

Dallon wrapped his arms around Brandon and pulled him into a hug, resting his chin on Brandon's head smoothing his boyfriend.

Brandon called back a little so he can see Dallon, "thank you by the way, now that I look back it was hot as shit you standing over him beating that guy for insulting me, I felt more sexy somehow."

Dallon let out a chuckle and said, "Great, is this going to be the new kink after our size kink."

"Size kink? We don't have one?"

"Yea, you know the one where you say you love the fact my hands are bigger than yours so they fit perfectly, or that I love the fact that when we cuddle I can easily wrap my arms around you and just engulf you like some blanket feeling your whole body against mine." Dallon explained.

"I love it when you hold me too and The fact that your cock is bigger than mine doesn't hurt."

"That's because your mouth is massive too." The couple both laughed at that statement. Dallon looked at Brendon, he leaned down and planted his lips again his boyfriend. Brendon pulled back looking around them to see if their dogs laying a few feet away from them.

"Come on let's go upstairs I want to put my big mouth around another body part of yours."

With that Dallon picked up The smaller man in comparison and carried him to their bedroom.

The Romantic End

Feel free to send me any request of any ship or pairing you want

[newshorerpg-blog]

JASLENE ISABEL VALENTINE

Age & Birthdate: April 15th, 1988 (28)

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Location: Rockdale

Occupation: Owner of (You)Phoria Dance Studio

Length of Time in Newshore: One year

↪ BIOGRAPHY

This story begins with Michael Valentine and Nadine Santos, two college students who met through an accidental encounter involving spilled coffee and ruined sketches. Nadine, then an aspiring interior designer, had been on her way out of a cafe and was inadvertently knocked into a table, which in turn caused the contents in the cup of the occupant at said table to tumble down onto drawings he’d been working on for his architectural class. The woman was mortified and apologized profusely, and though unhappy with what happened to his work, Michael was understanding. It was this encounter that led to the promise of repayment for coffee, and eventually a friendship to form over various ‘dates’, and bonding over the shared interest in design they held. From there it was inevitable a relationship blossomed with marriage following suite. Upon reaching the end of their college careers, the couple had already tied the knot, more like eloped, but that was more than enough for them. Though what they hadn’t expected was welcoming a beautiful baby girl into their lives. Both had talked about the future of a family, but wanted to wait till they were both established enough in work to do so. It seemed like the universe had other plans however, and truthfully both were elated when Jaslene was born. She was the first of an eventual four, and the light of her parents lives. As were her siblings too of course when a year later entered Elijah, then when she was five, the twins, Lorenzo and Ava. Luckily by this time the two had already begun the foundations of opening their own respective firms, and could support their grown family. Even regardless of that factor though, the Valentine’s were an incredibly happy and close knit bunch. Jaslene only being able to recount amazing memories, and though her parents weren’t always around as much as she would’ve liked, due to a demanding jobs, she still cherished every moment and was grateful for the time they got to spend together.

Growing up the eldest Valentine daughter could be described as having a free spirit, and kind heart. She had a genuine curiosity for the world around her, adventurous and had no problem wandering off at time or befriending essentially anyone, which worried her parents quite often when she was younger, stranger danger and all that. Her warm soul only grew as she did, a benefit that helped her flourish socially in school as she did academically too. When high school came around Jaslene was at the top of her class and held a number of electives under her belt, all the while living as a typical teenager. Going to parties, though she wasn’t much a fan to be honest, hanging out with friends, spending days at the beach and just enjoying life. And as senior year came to a close, her future looked immensely bright, with a list of colleges ready and willing to accept. However there a minor problem of her not exactly knowing what it was she wanted to study specifically. There were so many things that interested her, it was hard to narrow it down to just one or even two, but eventually after much deliberation with herself, she decided on Dance. It was the one interest she had come to love more than any other, always dancing around the house or outside, not even caring if people stared. She had her parents sign her up for classes growing up. It seemed like such an obivous choice, and upon getting accepted to UCLA, Jaslene was packing her bags on moving down south.

College was going just about as she expected, which was amazingly, she loved her classes, of course that’d be obvious. Being in LA was pretty nice as well, her parents helped her get an apartment close to the beach, which she was eternally thankful to them for, and no surprise at how easily she made friends. What she hadn’t expected though, was for her love life to take the turn that it did, when a certain guy all but forced his way into her heart, and won her over somehow. It began at a club in Downtown, reluctant to go because that wasn’t exactly her scene, but her friends wouldn’t take no for an answer and since she’d been studying more than anything, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. While Jas hadn’t been a stranger to the night life per se, being there still felt slightly out of place to her. She danced some with the group she came with, and a few other, but mostly stuck by the bar, nursing a couple drinks while the sea of people around her got wild. One male in particular couldn’t keep his eyes of her, kept sending drinks over which Jaslene declined continuously. And when that didn’t work he decided to go over and make conversation himself, or in this case, try out his pathetic pick up lines and drunkenly hit on her. For him it usually worked, yet she was thoroughly unimpressed, making it a point to tell him that before leaving. But it wouldn’t be the last they saw of each other.

A few days later, while at the pier, they had what she would describe then as an unfortunate run in. Despite how intoxicated he seemed that night, apparently her remembered her, and thought since now that he was sober and could lay on the charm better, he could sway her into falling for it. That was not the case, and truthfully she felt even more disinterested. What seemed weird though, was the fact that as they spoke, people around them couldn’t seem to stop staring. For the life of her Jaslene couldn’t figure out why, and it was making her uncomfortable the more it happened, quickly removing herself from his presence, which turned out more difficult then she would’ve liked. It bothered her the rest of the day, wondering if it had to do with her or him, and if possibly they were in on some joke she was unaware about. Though her answer came to her that night, after skimming through a few news articles, and landing on a tabloid of all things, only to see his picture plastered, in a pretty unflattering way. What was most shocking though, was reading the headline and article, only to find out he was Eric Carmichael, son of one of the state senators, or more known to the media as a huge playboy with a plethora of bad habits and left home with a different girl every night. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how typical it was, and thankful she knew better then to end up another conquest.  

Eric however wasn’t quite finished yet trying to get her attention; uncoincidently he’d pop up in her life, making visits to her campus, sending flowers, trying to earn his way in through friends. There was a point Jaslene contemplated on getting a restraining order since he wouldn’t relent when asked, but what really scratched at part of her brain was why. It seemed unlike him given his track record, that he’d make this much of an effort for one girl, especially when she wasn’t anything special compared to those he usually went after. Finally one day when her curiosity got the best of her, she accepted one of his date invitations, letting him know he shouldn’t expect much especially if he thought it’d get him lucky after. Conditions he could live with, just happy she said yes. Not one to beat around the bush she outright asked him about all of this, why he was so interested in getting a date with her and what the angle was. His answer; both unsurprising and yet completely surprising at the same time. Apparently he liked the chase aspect at first, believing she was just playing hard to get and it excited him. But the more time he got to see her, and learn about her, as weird as that sounds, the more he genuinely began to like her. It still didn’t make sense and if she were being honest, though it was bullshit. Though as the days went on, and because he wouldn’t go anywhere, they two started to grow closer, and Jaslene began to learn about a side of him that was different than portrayed by the playboy side of him basted everywhere. What really confirmed his seriousness was getting introduced to his family, something no girl ever got according to those who knew him. And whether she cared to admit it or not, actually did find herself falling for him.

After a slew of dates, and growing closer, there was no denying the chemistry and love they both developed for one another, and soon enough it was official. From then on out it was like a whirlwind romance, moving from simply being together, to living together, to engaged and at 25 they were married. It may have seemed way too fast to some, and maybe it was, but honestly they were both happy and she was in love, so it didn’t matter.  By this time too Jaslene was well into dance career, after finishing her degree she went on to work at Millennium Dance Studio for a little while as an instructor, before getting picked up by World of Dance to go on tour, being very impressed by the routines she came up with and her moves of course. There were also a few musicians that came into the studio from time ot time she helped create routines for them, and possibly appearing in a music video or two. The young woman was taking the dance world by storm and loving every minute of it. If asked, she’d tell you this was probably the greatest time of her life, and it certainly seemed like everything was going perfectly for her. Unfortunately though, not all fairy-tales get to have happy endings, and in the next couple of years to come she would learn that the universe isn’t always so kind.

A scandal had rocked Eric’s family, apparently someone leaked information they weren’t supposed to, and it was learned that not only was his father involved in legal trouble with his businesses, but as it turns out, the former senator wasn’t his real father. Instead of cleaning up his mess the man fled to leave his family with the aftermath, and Eric took it incredibly hard. He felt like his whole life was a lie, and his mother only gave half hearted truths. This lead the male to begin falling back into old habits once more, partying, drinking, not coming home till early in the morning. It was worrying and stressful to see him do this, and Jaslene tried her hardest to get him to talk, to let him know she was here and always would be, but the talks would only lead to them fighting because he was too caught up in his own mess to listen. One night she felt something from him that she honestly never thought possible, fear. She tried to urge him, in the calmest way possible to please talk to a professional if not her, because he was on a dark path, but it only caused his anger to bubble up so much that he yelled and slammed his fist on the table in the process, shattering the glass. It was an action that shook her to the core. Taking him to the hospital she made sure he understood this couldn’t keep happening, especially not now, having just found out she was pregnant. It may not have been the best time to break the news to him, but then again she wasn’t sure when that would happen. He apologized to her over and over, and promised he’d get better for both her and the baby, and because she loved him she accepted that, but couldn’t help this feeling in the pit of her stomach about it.  

Suspicions confirmed of course when he never followed through, and one night she got a phone call from the LAPD that they had him in custody. When she arrived at the stations, she was told he got charged with assault and damage to property. Apparently a hotel party gone too far, and he ended up fighting someone. This was the final straw for her, she was done trying, regardless of how much she still loved him she couldn’t keep doing this anymore. She wasn’t going to being their son into the world around this. She refused to pay his bail, and told him she was leaving. No amount of his words could change her mind now. Packing up all she could, Jaslene considered where to go, contemplating back to San Francisco, but after looking around for homes some more, ended up deciding on Newshore. A town not too far from her childhood home, and family, and far enough away from LA, which was just fine. All that she left behind for Eric was her ring and a note explaining why she was making this decision. Living in her new home for nearly a year now has been fairly good to her, and her now 10 month old little boy named Aiden who became her whole world. She also took time off work after he was born, mostly to focus on herself and her son, but missed dancing too much. So after thinking it over, Jaslene has decided to open a studio of her own in town, calling it (You)Phoria, a play on words from euphoria, replacing the beginning to emphasize that the place was meant for people to come in and be themselves, and express their love for dance just as she does. Always an advocate for helping others to follow their dreams, especially if they didn’t have the same means as her. Unfortunately though it wouldn’t be all peace, that’d just be too easy, Eric had continuously refused to sign the divorce papers, believing that they would work it out, which truthfully she didn’t want too, even changing her last name back from Carmichael to Valentine. He’s even filed to have joint custody of their son. She wasn’t vindictive, she never refused to let him see Aiden, but she wanted proof that he was doing better before so, not wanting him to be around the little boy still a self destructive mess.  All in all though she finally felt like she was getting back on the track of being happy once more, if only one certain part of her past would stop haunting her.

↪ PERSONALITY

You could say that from birth Jaslene had a very bubbly, inviting, and infectious personality about her that could make anyone smile. A lively girl with a heart made of gold, that thought to befriended anyone no matter what walk of life they came from. Because she happened to be fortunate enough to be offered things in life that most other don’t, never did she feel like it made her better than anyone. Probably the least materialistic person you’d meet honestly. She was also a Philocalist in every sense of the word. She saw so much beauty in the world and people around her, despite all the bad that went on. She chose to focus on the better parts, and wanted to share that outlook with others, but also never made herself oblivious to the negative. Her kindness often mistaken for weakness, as though she could be so easily stepped on, but she had no problem proving otherwise to the fact. Humble and selfless almost to a fault. Being a mom has also been one of the greatest joys in her life, despite still being heartbroken and completely stressed out at times, one look at her son and everything in the world is perfect. Even though she’s become a little more reserved and vulnerable, she’s still doing her best to hold on to what makes her, her.