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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years

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His Smile Will Keep You Safe - Chapter Ten

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After the disastrous concert followed a total of four days without any shows or interviews, meaning there was loads of time for everyone to relax a little.

Dallon had taken the first flight in the morning, going home to see his family. While Lisa and you decided to accompany Bill and Lucas to the next destination, Baldwinsville, everybody else took off into different directions, visiting friends or family.

It was strange, being only four people on the bus, and you caught yourself thinking that you already missed Ryan, who took the free time to visit a distant relative, and a couple of friends in the area. But you pushed the thought aside as soon as you had climbed out of the bus in front of the new hotel.

Lisa and you were sharing a room again, as so many times before, and you decided to use the time to bond a little more. After all, you were the only two women on the crew, meaning you had to stick together, even though tour would soon be over.

The first days you spent wandering around the city, exploring whatever there was to see. You took long walks in little forests, and talked about anything that came to mind. Retrospectively you almost felt ashamed for having thought Lisa to be a little shallow sometimes, because the better you got to know her, the more she revealed of the complex personality she had. It fascinated you, listening to the stories she told you of her childhood, and you enjoyed discussing philosophical problems with her.

While she spent most of the time on your trips looking at things closely, you did the same through the lens of your camera. It was fun to try out photographing in nature again, which you had not done since college, and when Lisa randomly mentioned over dinner that she had worked as a model during high school, you had an amazing idea.

The next day was spent searching places all over town, in front of which you took pictures of the young girl. Of course these were not the usual “look everybody, I am a tourist”-photographs. Far more they were delicately chosen angles that allowed you to play with the natural light, the stream of the soft wind as well as fore- and background.

Lisa was wearing a flowing white dress with small pink flowers scattered all over the fabric, her long blonde hair effortlessly falling over her shoulders in gentle waves, and tiny freckles added an interesting factor. It had been years since you had taken portraits, but you found that you remembered surprisingly much from college. In the evening you got cheap fairy lights in a dollar store, and once the daylight had faded, you continued playing around with the camera back at the hotel.

One of your favourite shots of that day was Lisa, sitting on her bed, the windows in the background looking out over the city. She held the lights in the palm of her hand so that the small light sources themselves were invisible to the camera, but soft, orange light spread from her hands over her face, making her brown eyes glow warmly, and her delicate skin glimmer mysteriously.

After the extensive photo session, both of you decided to settle in a park close to the hotel the next day, where you edited the pictures together. Since without Lisa these pictures would not have been possible, you asked her for opinions concerning the colours and contrast for every picture, slowly but surely creating the perfect mixture between your two styles.

In the afternoon you walked over a small market of craftwork, where you bumped into Charlie, who was looking at some jewellery.

“Isn’t that Charlie over there,” Lisa asked excitedly, tucking your arm.

You turned to see who she was pointing at, but she had already started dragging you towards the man, who indeed turned out to be the bassist.

“Charlie, hey,” Lisa cheered, and Charlie grinned, giving both of you quick hugs.

“Hey guys, what are you doing out here,” he asked.

“Just looking around, and you,” you replied, your eyes scanning over the display of rings he was standing in front of.

“Oh! Are you buying a ring for your girlfriend,” Lisa asked excited, already eyeing the rings curiously as if she could find out what kind of girl he was dating by looking at the jewellery.

“No, I- I don’t have a girlfriend,” Charlie laughed.

Your eyes flickered over the display again, and suddenly you noticed the musician fidgeting around with his hands. Was he nervous? The rings he was standing in front of were not for women, but judging by the thickness and designs, made for men. Actually they reminded you more of Luis’s style than of Charlie’s. Was he embarrassed that you had caught him buying a ring for himself?

Whatever it was, he did not seem very comfortable in his own skin, so you decided to do him a favour and distract Lisa, who seemed not to have heard the last sentence since she was already gushing over a small ring with a rose crystal that she insisted would look very nice on his girlfriend, whoever she was.

In the end you caught Lisa’s attention by suggesting going for a coffee, and almost immediately she had forgotten Charlie’s inexistent girlfriend, and together the two of you went to search for the nearest café, leaving Charlie with a thankful smile, before he turned back to the display of rings.

~*~

While Lisa and you were still out Ryan and Dallon had arrived at the hotel almost at the same time. Lucas had accompanied them to their room, where they had discussed the details for the next two weeks. Lucas was just about to leave the room, when Ryan took the courage and decided he needed to ask for something which he had been thinking about for the past weeks, but especially these last four days.

“Hey, one more thing,” he stopped the tour manager from leaving, “I was wondering… what does the label think about (y/n)’s work?”

Both Lucas and Dallon turned to Ryan, surprised by his question. Lucas let go of the door handle he had already been holding, and gave Dallon a short look before answering.

“They’re very happy with her work, why do you ask?”

Ryan felt nervous, as he uttered the next words, but he knew that it was important, that he had to at least try, no matter what the others thought of him.

“I mean… I guess we all really get along with her, don’t we? And she takes the most incredible pictures, obviously, so I was thinking, maybe, if the label is okay, we could ask her to be- you know- our regular tour photographer, so she can always go on tour with us?”

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest but he did not care. Instead he looked over to Lucas carefully who had furrowed his eyebrows in a considering manner.

“I think it’s really funny that you suggest that,” he eventually spoke up, “It was supposed to be a surprise for you, and I wanted to ask her first, but the label already suggested the exact same thing.”

To say that Ryan’s chin dropped would have been a very accurate description of his reaction. He felt like a barrel of fireworks had erupted in his stomach, and he grinned widely.

“Did she say yes,” he asked immediately, having a hard time containing the excitement.

“I haven’t asked her yet, I’d like to wait with that until tour is over,” Lucas explained, “But if you like, why don’t you suggest it to her, after the last show?”

Ryan nodded happily, already starting to make up sentences with which he might be able to tell her the great news. Dallon had witnessed the exchange with a sly smile on his lips. Ryan really had fallen head over heels for the young photographer, and Dallon loved watching the two of you slowly but surely realising the romantic feelings you were harbouring for each other.

~*~

Buffalo was rather cool and rainy this time of year, but nobody in the crew seemed to care. It was about six pm, still two hours until the show would start, and you had settled down comfortably on one of the sofas in the changing room of the bands. Ryan was sitting closely next to you.

After having been apart for four days, it seemed your bond had only grown stronger, and almost nothing was able to separate you. He had flung his arm across the back rest, therefore almost wrapping it around your shoulders, and you were sitting turned towards him, gesticulating wildly as you told him about the time that the bus, which was supposed to get you and your class to a trip, had crashed only fifteen miles outside of Salt Lake City.

Ryan tried to listen to your story as good as possible but found himself distracted again and again by the way you smiled and talked with such enthusiasm. In the flickering light of the bare light bulb that dangled from the ceiling, your eyes glowed with passion, and he smiled, merely thinking about potentially getting to go on so many more tours with you.

Your passionate rant was interrupted by the door flying open. Lars came walking in the room, and shot the two of you a glance before he spoke.

“Lucas needs you, (y/n),” he declared.

The happy smile faded from your face, and your lips pulled into an apologetic one.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, and quickly got up, but not without gently running your fingers over Ryan’s shoulder before you left the room.

Ryan sight quietly. As soon as you were away from his side the world seemed boring and dull to him. Stretching his arms over his head, he leant back into the cushions of the sofa, and took a deep breath before letting his arms fall back to his side. Looking up, he found Lars was still standing in the room, staring at him.

“You know she’s only using you, right,” Lars asked, making Ryan furrow his brows.

“Who?”

“(y/n), obviously. She’s using you.”

A chuckle escaped Ryan’s lips, and he shook his head in amusement.

“Nah, I don’t think so mate. I’ve seen girls who tried to use me, she isn’t one of them.”

“Not to get famous or anything,” Lars disagreed, “She’s trying to make me jealous.”

Ryan’s smile slightly faltered, but he tried not to admit it.

“Come on, think about it, man,” Lars tried to explain, and walked a few steps closer, “We’ve been together before. It’s fate that we ended up on the same tour. And she still is into me, I can tell. She’s only spending time with you to make me jealous, to pretend like she moved on from me.”

“And you’re getting her hopes up,” Ryan challenged.

He did not want to believe the other man’s words, but something inside of him started clinging to the idea that he should have known everything was too good to be true.

“Of course I’ll take her back, don’t worry,” Lars chuckled, as if this was what Ryan wanted to hear, “But it was her who dumped me back then, and now I want her to suffer a little before I relief her of her struggles.”

Ryan just stared at Lars. He could not possibly be telling the truth, could he?

“Just think about it man,” Lars insisted, walking towards the door, “She’s not really into you, it’s just a game for her. She’s not the cute innocent girl you want her to be. She’s just fooling you.”

And with these words he walked out of the room, leaving Ryan spiralling down into a circle of worries.

Of course it made sense that you wanted to get back with Lars. He was attractive, tall, clever, and you two shared a past, a past and memories Ryan had not with you. Lars had a self-confidence about him, which probably made him even more attractive, a kind of indifference, that made it hard to tell if he cared about someone or not. And you probably loved to challenge that.

And even if you were not intending to get back together with Lars, how had Ryan even so stupid to believe for one moment that you could have some genuine interest in him?

He was not exceptional in any way. He had blue hair, great, so he was thirsting for attention. He played drums, always hiding behind his set, he had ordinary brown eyes, was neither very intelligent, nor funny, nor attractive, and to make everything even worse, he was a nerd who played in a band which’s name was the quote of one of his favourite geeky movies. Not childish at all. Oh, and he was completely obsessed with not only multiple different movies and tv-series, including the Back to the Future movies, but also with bands, like Green Day, and the Beatles. Not to mention that this was one cluster-fuck of a strange mix, it made him feel like a twelve year old boy again.

He almost felt ashamed for the things he liked, but only almost. He liked these things for a reason, and they had all been a big part of the person he had become. But the person he had become was not somebody that someone as perfect and funny, and talented, as you could ever fall in love with.

And knowing that he had honestly though that you had, that was what he felt ashamed about, so ashamed in fact, that he had to forcefully wipe away the tears of anger and disappointment, when Dallon entered the room a couple of minutes later, searching for his backpack.

~*~

It was around noon of the next day when you eventually noticed that Ryan behaved strangely around you. After packing up after the show the previous day, everyone had gone to bed quickly, and after a quick breakfast at the hotel, you had climbed on the bus without exchanging many pleasantries with anyone.

But during the drive to South Burlington, you found that Ryan avoided looking at you, not to mention that he had not even spoken a single word with you so far. Sitting on one of the benches by the table in the tiny kitchen, you watched him sitting on the sofa. He was staring into the distance, not paying any attention towards the game of cards that the others had started around him.

Concerned you noticed how tired he looked. Deep dark circles were under his eyes, his skin looked exceptionally pale, and the fragile rim of skin around his eyes was pink, as if his eyes were watering all the time.

He seemed to have noticed your inquisitive look, because he looked up but as soon as his eyes meet yours, he turned away, looking out of the window. Perhaps he had just had a bad night, was tired, and did not feel up to any socializing, you thought to yourself, so you decided not disturb him, in order for him to be able to relax.

But his behaviour had not changed the next day either. The past times he had often sat next to you, watching you editing countless pictures, but not today. You felt hurt, but told yourself that you could expect of nobody to sit and watch you work for hours on end.

But even during lunch break and before the show he avoided you. Things even went as far that he left the changing room every time as soon as you entered.

And that was when you really started to worry.

By now it was not just an accident anymore, or a coincidence. Not even the different excuses you had made up in your mind did stand any of his behaviour, and by the end of the day you had to admit to yourself, that Ryan was in fact going to great lengths to avoid you.

This obviously posed the question of the why. Had it been something you had said, or done? Had he felt like after the night in the hotel, cuddled together, that you were not what he wanted in his life after all? Had that night made him feel uncomfortable? But the days after, even after the short break, he had seemed absolutely fine; he had even sought out your company actively!

So what had happened since Sunday that had turned his behaviour around by 180 degrees? What confused you even further was that he made no move to try to clear things up with you. During the past weeks he had always seemed like he was a person who rather solved a problem, even if it was uncomfortable, then to leave it eating away at him, at everybody. Had you given off the impression that you were not open to an honest, even if criticizing, conversation?

All of these questions piled up in your head, which caused you to come to the obvious conclusion that if he refused to talk to you, you had to talk to him.

Which turned out to be a lot more difficult than it sounded. For two days straight he managed to always either slip away as soon as you seemed to have him cornered, or he found somebody to distract you with, some convenient “Lucas needs me”-s, and quickly started conversations with anybody else. Which taught you one thing for certain: he avoided talking to you at all cost, and there was nothing you could do against it.

So, with heavy, broken heart you decided to lay low for a while. If you stopped chasing him, maybe he would stop running, and eventually try to explain what the hell was going on.

Of course you had not the faintest idea that Lars, who was watching both of you very closely, was secretly having a blast. If he did not get to have you, then so should neither anybody else. And who knew, maybe your heartbreak would eventually drive you back into his arms.

But that somebody could be this malicious would not have occurred to you in your wildest dreams.

#ryan seaman x reader #ryan seaman x reader fluff #ryan seaman fluff #ryan seaman imagine #ryan seaman multi chapter story #multi chapter story #multi chapter #fanfiction #fanfic #his smile will keep you safe

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the-coolest-bean3 · 5 years

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My day at Pukkelpop 2019!!

(Idk if anyone actually thinks this is interesting but I haven't really processed everything that happened yesterday so I'm doing it anyway.)

So I went to Pukkelpop on sunday with my dad and the day started very rainy. Which made me really cold and annoyed ^^'

Here's a picture of me feeling like shit but wanting to look good for the picture. The first act we saw was this old punk band called Pennywise and I didn't know them at all (my dad did) so it was an interesting experience to see mosh pits and crowdsurfers for the first time. Also my dad fell on his knees and they still hurt...

I left early to go que for Girl in Red, even though I also wanted to que early for idkhow I took the chance. And I have no regrets, she started with my favourite song (Girls) and I went absolutely feral. I sang really loud and jumped and Marie kept saying stuff like 'my dudes' and 'my gays' which just made me intensely happy.

(This is a screenshot but in the actual clip you can hear me and several other gays scream the lyrics)

Sadly I left after 3 or 4 songs and I joined a few clikkies at the front of the IDKhow stage, also it's worth mentioning that at every performance I went (exept Billie) it was really easy to get to the front which really made this day a 100 times better. Dallon and Ryan were stunning and energetic as always and played some real bops and a song I hadnt heard before so idk what that was. Sad they didn't play the classics like modern day cain and boring but it's not their fault they only got an hour. This is the second time I've seen them this year and both times I lost the singing battle! Though this time I was on Dallons side so maybe I'm just not loud enough.Quick sitenote; they called themselves the cheapest band at the festival and Twenty one pilots' gay cousins which was pretty funny xD.

It dallon (btw I bought a merch from them at the merch stand, I actually wanted to buy a tøp hoodie but they were sold out unfortunately)

Then we had like 5 hours were we had nothing planned so we just walked around and ate some fries and out of boredom went to watch Billie Eillish. We did not easily get to the front though. Oh no, her fans are straight up savages. There was much pushing and other stuff and I heard later that some people fainted and some violence happened. So we went to the back but I still really enjoyed her music even though I just knew one song (wish you were gay). Also it was noticible how many hardcore fans were at the festival, for tøp, billie cavetown, which was pretty neat cause everyone sang the lyrics and you could have a good conversation with about anyone (if you're not as akward as me ^^').

(This was our view)

After a few hours of just doing nothing a dilemma struck. I could go to cavetown and be later then most tøp fans at queing or I could stand there and get a front row spot since that's the band I actually came for. I decided to go to cavetown and my dad would save me a spot since he's a big fan of the band before tøp. The cavetown concert was an absolute blast. I was there like an hour before it started and we were all sitting on the ground and about 30 minutes before it starts I look up and Robbie was on the frickin stage which just about gave me a heart attack cause most artists aren't on stage during sound check. Cause there were already a moderate amount of people he started interacting with us and partly played a few songs and he asked if we wanted to hear a new track he just made so I screamed yes and we made eye contact and I died. Then the actual thing started and he told us that this was his biggest festival crowd yet so he was a little nervous and the audience was so supportive even though he made a few little mistakes and everyone (including me) cheered so much and he constantly smiled at audience reactions which wad just so wholesome. Everyone knew the lyrics so it felt really unifying(idk if that's a word) and during boys will be bugs he told us to sing as loud as possible and we (I) did. Here's a clip of that ^^ ;

Also I may have cried during hug all your friends. The whole performance felt really personal and Robbie was so nice and so was the audience so I rate it 11/10 lemons (for some reason the ground smelled like lemons)

Then the build-op for tøp started, after cavetown I raced to the main stage where my dad was standing listening to an old punk band (Prophets of rage) which was very different from the sweet little cavetown crowd. There was lots of violent moshing and a lot of crowdsurfing and I was legitimately scared but at least I was in the front for tøp! When all the sweaty violent people left the waiting for tøp happend... which was still 75 minutes away.... while we were already walking and jumping all day... so that was fun. We stood in like row 6 and the clikkies around us were really nice so it could have been worse. Then THE moment happened, Josh walked on stage with his torch and Tyler came right after and I screamed so frikin hard and tried to jump a lot during jumpsuit but it was really closely packed. Then levitate happened and it was so great that everyone knew the lyrics so it was just some choir of rapping. I loved it. Then the popular songs happened and I kept on jumping and singing and last time I was at a tøp performance I was sitting at the sides and not standing near the front so I could litteraly not move when Tyler jumped into the crowd a fee meters away from me during morph. This guy that got me through so much was now right in front of me... it was so surreal. Later in morph Josh was with is drums in the crowd and was maybe even closer to us then Tyler was! I was truly amazed. Even on stage there was much crowd participation and they had so much energy it made me really happy.

(My view of tyler during morph)

During car radio I felt really united again cause everyone sang about something so relatable and of course screamed THAT line. Now that I think about it we screamed everything that was screamable, the jumsuit screams, that part in the hype, car radio. It was a lot of energy. Then the finale, the probably best part of the concert. Trees. The song itself, them climbing into the crowd again, the jumping and the confetti. It was just the best and I don't think I've ever been happier.

Then the firework happend and we strolled back to the hotel (a bit to fast in my opinion cause I wanted to gather confetti but my dad really wanted to leave)

This day was probably the best day of my life, music is so important to me and I got to see so many artists I love and be crazy about it with so many amazing people. My only complain is that it went by so fast the tøp performance felt like a few seconds of pure nostalgia and the entire day feels like an hour(probably the hour we had to wait between por and tøp). Congrats to anyone that actually made it through reading all my exited rambling ^^' you get a gold star or a balloon (your choice)

#really don't wanna go back to school next week #this certainly helped #pukkelpop #twenty one pilots #cavetown #idkhow #billie eillish #festival season

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topimagines · 6 years

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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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just-folie-a-deux-it · 6 years

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I looked at your office au posts and I just? William/Dallon is like... Not even a thing hit I love that concept? They're both so tall and beautiful and holy hell imagine cute soft dates with them! Like rainy days stuck in a coffeehouse together, sunny summer days with Popsicles ahhhh 🎹

That’s so funny that you actually like that because I was thinking and honestly just what a total crack ship. But you’re right, they are both very pretty and tall and soft

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cyanide-you-drank · 7 years

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Today is my 19th Birthday so I want to make a list of all the great things that this year has brought me, and the wonderful people who have made this year wonderful.

First off, my best friend the wonderful and amazing Ashley or @alittlemoretouchme I’m so blessed to have her in my life and I love and miss her so much. She’s so caring and supportive of me and I couldn’t be more grateful to have her. Next, I’d like to mention the beautiful dallon weekes fuckers. @papigabe @pla-nat-ary @puppydallon @dallondaddy @dallelujah @anyoneiknow @weird-dalek @illbreakyourfuckingface and last but not least @rainy-day-dallon I love them all so so so very much and an absolutely honored to be able to talk and interact with them every day. Every day brings a new pleasure with them and they never fail to make me smile and brighten my day. I don’t know what I’d do without any of them. I will never forget working to the Girls/Girls/Boys hearts for the Chicago show. Watching this symbol of love and solidarity light up the arena in beautiful rainbow colors is a moment I will never forget. I’m so glad to have had the opportunity to help out with this amazing project and help to spread the love. I was also recently able to see my two favorite things combined into one, Panic! At The Disco and musicals. I had a once in a lifetime experience flying out and spending a weekend in New York and seeing Brendon Urie in a musical. It was the greatest vacation I have ever had and likely ever will. I also want to mention my good friends @bpdem and @regulardecoratedemergency they’re always so fun to talk to and I deeply appreciate their contribution to my life and I truly do love them very very much. This past year has brought me many wonderful things that I wouldn’t trade for the world and will always be grateful for. If you read this I’m also glad to have you, my dear followers, along on my journey. Thank you so much for everything and I hope the things that have and will be brought into your life will give you as much joy as all these things have brought me.

#I'm a fucking sap #personal #you can reblog if you want but I don't know why you'd want to #thanks for reading and thanks for being a part of my life #I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense it's nearing 5am

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fuckweekes · 7 years

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I'm turning this au angsty: Brendon having to explain the concepts of like, aquariums and zoos to mer!dal and Dallon starts crying because he's frustrated at the fact that people are locking up innocent animals. And Brendon just hugs him and tells him that he won't let it happen to him and tells him that sometimes the animals get released cause they're only there if they're injured and that calms Dallon (you can continue? We might as well just fucking role play this now in all honesty 😆)

“so theyre good?” dallon asks, sniffling. “yeah baby, they help the animals! and most of the time they send them back to their homes once theyre all better,” brendon tells him, wiping tears from his cheek with his thumbs

#mer!dallon #rainy-day-dallon #asks

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yurisucc-blog · 7 years

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whenever i see u in my activity i get excited like yay dallon saw this post bc he is a cool blog 😎 & i hope u feel better & now it's question time 1. if you could travel anywhere right now where would you go? 2. if u had a kid right now what would u name them 3. fave kind of weather/least fav kind of weather 5. Fav time of day 6. fav music genre 7. pineapple on pizza 8. i dunno if ive already asked u this but zodiac sign you have the best memories with and the worst memories with

i love you????

1. if you could travel anywhere right now where would you go?

london, i want to explore the streets

2. if u had a kid right now what would u name them

my first thought was potato but thomas

3. fave kind of weather/least fav kind of weather

my favorite weather is grey and cloudy and rainy i l o v e and i dislike hot and humid sunny

5. Fav time of day

oooooo sunset or 3 am

6. fav music genre

alternative? i dont have a hugely favorite genre cause i like all kinds of stuff

7. pineapple on pizza

n o th ank you

8. i dunno if ive already asked u this but zodiac sign you have the best memories with and the worst memories with

oo no idea !

just to let u know i love u a lot and i appreciate u greatly hug

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ripplebreeze · 7 years

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5-15 for the identity ask!!

cathypat, im love you thank you for askingdo you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?-I guess by things I do??? Whenever I describe myself, I always go for my hobbies to tell people.are you religious/spiritual?-not really, i just have the belief that whatever you believe in is what happens to you when you die. So Christians go to heaven or hell, atheists don't go anywhere, buddhists get reincarnated, etc.do you care about your ethnicity?-I like being mix raced but like...it's whatevs what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?-Dallon Weekes, Warren Zevon, and Chantal Claret!are you an artist?-I play violin so that counts I thinkdo you have a creed?-uhhhh I don't think so, I just kinda do whatever feels rightdescribe your ideal day.-rainy day, I'm home alone, watching YouTube, sipping a soda, and my cat is in my lap....life is peaceful dog person or cat person?-both!inside or outdoors?-insideare you a musician?-violin, learning to play bass guitarfive most influential books over your lifetime.-Warrior Cats "Into the Wild"-Seedfolks-A Streetcar Named Desire-Animal Farm-any Encyclopedia Brown book tbh

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headf1rstf0rhal0s · 8 years

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i was tagged by @pixieway and @fruity-pete (ur both so lovely!!) for this ask meme where i have to share 11 facts, answer 11 questions, and tag 11 people and ask them 11 questions

11 facts abt me:

1) i’m pretty short (5 foot 2 inches) and will be around that height for the rest of my life lol rip me

2) my first real concert (where i actually picked who i wanted to see) was paramore 2 years ago!! since then i’ve seen fall out boy, panic! at the disco, all time low, sleeping with sirens, waterparks, the 1975 and quite a bit more :)

3) i broke my wrist from running backwards and spinning at the same time while at school i’m an embarrassment to society

4) i’ve never been hospitalized or been extremely sick or anything like that

5) i met misha collins about a month ago and i met waterparks last summer

6) my best friend’s name is lydia and my crush’s nickname is ramen ;))

7) i love horror movies but not thrillers so much

8) my favorite book is the perks of being a wallflower

9) my favorite movie is almost famous pls watch it it’s so good and is similar to throam if u read that

10) i procrastinate very badly but do really well in school

11) i’m gifted and go to a gifted magnet school

questions i was asked

1) favorite type of weather?

RAINY DAYS FOREVER

i love rain so much it’s so calming

2) favorite song lyric?

“you are what you love, not who loves you” - save rock and roll, fall out boy

3) if you could go to any planet in our solar system, which one would you go to?

saturn just because of the rings lol

4) favorite word and why?

mellifluous because it sounds so pretty and describes something that is pleasant to hear like music

5) favorite outfit?

i have this red n white striped dress which i wear with black vans or black boots which is pretty snazzy. also this oversized maroon sweater with black skinny jeans

6) grab the book closest to you, turn to page 46, what is the first sentence?

“that night, while he did his homework, park made a tape with all his favorite smiths songs, plus a few songs by echo & the bunnymen, and joy division” - eleanor and park by rainbow rowell

7) favorite moodboard of mine? (sorry but i’m curious)

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

pink is such a nice color and i love that album :)

8) celebrity crush?

ryan ross from panic! at the disco

9) favorite cryptid/fairytail creature?

jersey devils are cool!!

10) describe your hometown in 3 words?

if we’re going with where i was born and lived for around 5 years i would say cozy, small, and (a lil bit) spooky

11) favorite way to de-stress?

changing into cozy clothes, listening to my favorite soft music, drinking tea, lighting candles, taking long hot showers, and reading one of my favorite books again or watching a really good movie/tv show with snacks

i tag: @obviouslyryanross @ryanfcker @thatgaypanicfan @spineinatwist @melturheadaches @thekilljoykitty @sunshine-ross @blinkbacktoletmeknow @daffodil-dallon @takethistoyograve @flawlessryan

your questions:

1) any pets and what are they like? if not, what pets do you want?

2) first band obsession?

3) describe your best friend :)

4) what was the last movie you watched?

5) what’s ur go to pair of shoes?

6) what’s your favorite thing to do once you get home?

7) first celebrity crush?

8) favorite book to reread? or just favorite book in general?

9) coke or pepsi? coffee or tea?

10) favorite place to go to and hang out?

11) do you play any instruments/sports or have a hobby and what is it?

#this was funnn

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All the emojis please

omg ok here we go i’m drunk and bored let’s do this

😍 celebrity crush Brendon Urie, Hayley Williams, Dallon Weekes, Nicole Row

😘 irl crush noooone

😖 something that makes you anxious lifee??

😑 pet peeve when i’m stressed i can’t handle any noises. like seriously none. if u eat something next to me i’ll lose my fucking mind

😒 person you hate i used to hate everyone but no i cant think of anyone

😱 biggest fear not being happy for the rest of my life

🤐 tell us a secret i wish my friends were good at playing any instruments so we could have a band

😡 something that makes you mad humanity

😈 turn on nice singing voices oh yes

👿 turn off humanity

🙌🏻 something you can’t live without not to be cliche or anything but music. i’m serious i’d probably kill myself without music

👽 ever seen a ufo? yes indeed

👄 first kiss story theres was this boy i had a massive crush on for like a year and then he kissed me one night and it was basically everything i ever wanted at that point but in that moment i decided that kissing just isn’t my thing and suddenly i lost any interest in him idfk how that happened lol

🤘 first concert you went to lindsey stirling i think (not sure tho)

👀 eye color green/bluish

👤 ethnicity white

💇 hair length medium?

💁 hair color orangeee

👯 best friend @a-quantum-existance

👑 favorite Disney princess jasmine

🐱 have any pets? no

☘ are you superstitious? not really

🌸 favorite flower liles and roses

🌿 favorite season autumn and spring

🌎 where you want to live somewhere else pls

🌝 day or night night

☄ seen a shooting star? hundreds tbh. i hunt those fuckers

🌈 favorite color all of em

❄️ favorite winter sport figure skating but only bc of adam rippon

🌊 ocean or pool ocean. haven’t been to a pool in years. i hate those things

☂ rainy or sunny? both?

🍎 favorite fruit bananaaaa

🎤 favorite singer eden

🎧 favorite band very funny. as if i could choose.

🎭 favorite play les mis prolly

🎹 play any instruments? violin and ukulele and a good level imo and guitar and paino on a ok/prolly bad kinda level

🎬 favorite movie blues brothers (not the 2000 version), also la la land

🎮 favorite video game ANIMAL CROSSING

🚲 preferred type of transportation in the car with friends

✈️ place you want to travel iceland

🏠 where you currently live the north of germany

📞 last person you talked on the phone with my brother

📻 favorite radio station i hate radio sry

📺 favorite tv show can’t decide

🔋 battery % 100% motherfuckers

💰 job boring office shit rn

🚬 ever smoked/drank/done drugs yee

🔮 where do you see yourself in 5 years i don’t wanna think about it

🎁 best gift you’ve ever gotten my friends once surprised me with playing paintball for my birthday that was great

🎉 favorite holiday christmas

💌 ever received a love letter? nope. but i’ve written some :/

📚 a book you are currently reading you get so alone at times that it just makes sense by charles bukowski

📖 favorite book looking for alaska and the raven cycle

❤️ 5 people you love my 4 friends and my brother

💗 sexuality idfk

✝ religion none i guess

♌️ zodiac libra

✅ something you’ve checked off your bucket list prolly meeting my fave musician on this planet and telling him everything i wanted to say

#️⃣ lucky number 2 and 5

🎶 top 5 favorite songs that’s like impossible but i’ll try:

spanish sahara by foals, tyson vs douglas by the killers, forever//over by eden, the end of all things by p!atd, modern day cain by i dont know how but they found me

✖️ 5 things you hate i hate basically everything so that’s really hard to tell rn idk

🕒 time you go to bedneverrr

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rainy-day-dallon

Amazing !!! Great blog and person and everything !! I lov their blog and them quite a bit !!

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coffeesforfuckers · 7 years

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Mean 'Ol Moon, Could This Be Love At First Sight? // Brallon

Pairing: Brallon Summary: He plays his guitar in a little place that many people enjoy. He especially enjoys it himself. He sings even though his voice is sub-par and many people enjoy his presence. He's the match-maker of the small town, being the reason for people meeting, through his music. But the trouble for him is that he can't be his own match-maker. Playing in the same place for three years he still hasn't seemed to have met anybody but everybody else meets each other. That is until the night that the boy with the leather jacket and sunglasses at night catches his eye. Word Count: 3,489

I'm sitting under the light of the moon, shining down on me. My fingers strum at my acoustic guitar, plucking at the strings and they're getting kind of numb from doing this all day. I only made probably twenty dollars today as it was a bit rainy. It sucks, in the summer I can make about a hundred dollars in a day but it was only spring and it was normally too rainy for people to be out walking around until the summer.

I close my eyes as I start singing 'Mean 'Ol Moon' by Seth McFarlane, such a fitting song for such a clear and lonely night.

" Oh, Mean 'Ol Moon... It must be fun, to shine down on me while I... Come undone. " I coo, rocking to the melody of the song, " 'Til I'm all alone, beneath the sun... You Mean 'Ol Moon... " My voice is low and melodic in an attempt to be soothing. I look around at the small gathering of people walking about under the shining sky, lit up by the stars and large moon hung by strings above our heads in the gloom of the evening.

I felt kind of bad for possibly ruining their night with my sub-par voice. One of the women in the group tugs one of the man's arms and points at me. I give her a soft smile as the song gets close to an end.

" Takin' all the light that's left in you, and savin' it up, for you know who... Yo Mean 'Ol Moon... You Mean 'Ol Moon... " I purr as the song ends and the woman hurries over with her assumed partner in tow.

"Sir! Sir!" She speaks, "Do you happen to do requests?" She pants smiling at me, a beautiful young lady with that look of love in her eyes for this man she'd dragged over here with her.

"Why, yes I do, young lady, what would you like to hear?" I smile at her and she gets very excited.

"Could you play ' Can't Help Falling In Love ' by Elvis?" She's so happy that I just can't say no.

"Of course, lovely." I smile at her and I play with the nobs on my guitar, getting it in a higher tune and getting my kepo out of my bag so I could make it sound like I was playing a ukulele.

"Thank you so much!" She gushes and grabs the guy by the hand to get him to dance with her, he smiles at her with passion in both his eyes and his smile.

I strum the strings, my fingers passing the shapes on the neck of the guitar, starting the song off soft, the words lulled and gentle the couple swaying and dancing together to my shitty voice. The night was nice for it though, kind of warm and comfortable. There were fairy lights hung up in the trees and on the railing of the little walkway/bridge and along the outsides of buildings, they twinkled like fireflies. I loved them, that's why I preformed here most of the time.

My voice picks up, my strumming following suit and the woman smiles as I do. It's almost over but it looks like they never want it to end.

Just as I'm singing the final line of the song the man drops to one knee before her and pulls out a ring box.

"We met here three years go, a man was playing this exact song right here when I asked you to dance with me and right in this very spot is where I swallowed my worry and asked the prettiest girl I'd ever seen to go on a date with me and so, now I shall ask this same girl in this same place a very important question..." He pauses and swallows hard, "Will you marry me?" He flips the box open and she already crying, telling him a million times, yes.

I smile as I watch it happen. The man then turns his attention to me after a short moment with a huge smile, "Dallon, right?" Says the man and I look horridly confused.

"Yes? How do you know my name?" I cock my head to the side.

"I met you the day I met, Lindsay here. I thanked you for guiding me to this beautiful girl and you said your name was Dallon." He smiles, "I'm Gerard." He sticks his hand out to me and I take it, "Thank you again for sealing my future."

"I must be the fate-maker huh?" I chuckle as I remember that night, it was a sweet night really, "I'm glad that I was able to push you to together with my sub-par voice." I get a laugh in reply.

"You're an amazing singer. You should start a band, Dallon." The girl grins and wraps her arms around the man, kissing him softly, "We should go though, we have people waiting inside for us. It was nice to meet you Dallon the fate-maker." She grins and runs off with her fiance as I mutter a 'you too ' in reply.

Dallon the Fate-Maker , huh?

When the hell is my fate coming into play here. I've been out here for three years and I get tips while people get love. When the hell do I get mine?

***

The days get warmer and more people fall in love to my stupid voice and barely-tuned guitar while I watch from the sidelines. Sleeping the days away in a fake awake state, my eyes wide-open, my smile glued on, my voice loud and guitar louder but I'm not awake, not remembering, shutting down. I was almost twenty-seven years old for christ sakes and here I was playing guitar outside on a daily basis, selling music to bands for extra money. Somehow I managed to support myself well. I had an apartment that wasn't too bad, some nice furnature, piles of instruments... How I managed? No idea. Probably because I didn't have a car and didn't have to deal with that every fucking day. And also because I was living with a friend and his girlfriend...

It was a cool evening, a soft wind sweeping over the ground in late May, I'm out strumming my guitar as always, singing whatever seemed to come to mind.

" This love has taken it's tole, on me, I've said... Goodbye, so many times before-... " I sing sleepily, it's nearly ten in the evening and I've been out here since ten this morning.

I stand and make my way back to my apartment once I have finished that last song.

When I toss the door open I can hear shouting. Matt and his girlfriend are fighting yet again. I drop my guitar down by the couch and go to the kitchen, grabbing an energy drink from the fridge. I'm getting myself a frozen slice of pizza when I hear the shouting get louder and a loud smash from the living area. I run out to find Matt with my guitar in her hand and the glass coffee table before him.

"Dude what the fuck!?" I yell, pulling the instrument from his hand. This was my favorite one and I spent a lot of money on it, "Are you fucking insane!? " I shout and he looks really sorry.

"Dallon, I am so sorry... I thought it was mine." He apologizes.

"That doesn't change the fact that my favorite, and super fucking expensive guitar is now busted and I have to send it to get fixed!" I huff.

"Matt." His girlfriend snaps, "I want you out... And you too, Dallon." She points at the door and my blood runs cold.

"Why me!? I didn't do shit! I pay rent and everything!" I toss my hands in the air in frustration.

"Because, I want to live alone. It's my apartment, your friends with my ex -boyfriend so you can go live together somewhere else." She's pissed.

"We'll just go stay with my family then!" He shouts back at her and I sigh.

I'd lived with Matt's family for a week once while between houses and it was a nightmare. I was so angry with him and I'm not sure how I'll be able to not hate him after having to stay with his family again.

***

Two weeks. Only two weeks and I'm already on the verge of blowing my fucking brains out. I get home at probably about midnight every night because of how far his house is from where I play and then can't sleep till two. Then his family has us up at fucking seven in the morning, they won't even let just me sleep. They're all so loud and obnoxious for me as I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination.

I'm seated at the table as everybody yells and jabbers and talks so early in the morning as we prepair for breakfast. My head is rested in my arms on the table and I'm almost asleep again being so sleep deprived I could sleep through a nuclear war going on right in the front lawn. I feel a hand slam into my back causing me to jolt upright.

"What are you doing sleeping!? If you sleep all day then you have less of a day to live!" Matt's dad, John says and I fall back to the table.

"I'm barely alive as it is." I grumble.

"Nonsence! Why would you say that?" He's so loud and I'm ready to gouge my eardrums out.

"I'm sleep deprived from being up until two every morning and being awoken too early." I mutter.

"You'll get used to it!" He hits my back again and I groan, trying to sleep again.

I needed to get out of this house.

***

I'm strumming my guitar as I'd finally gotten my favorite one back and didn't have to use any of my shitty old ones anymore, " Oh, Mean 'Ol Moon... It must be fun, to shine down on me while I... Come undone. " I hum, it was always a favorite to sing. I preformed it every night. A few couples stop to listen, dropping some change into the new guitar case I'd just bought so my beautiful guitar wouldn't be destroyed yet again " 'Til I'm all alone, beneath the sun... You Mean 'Ol Moon... " I sing slowly. An elderly couple stops and listens, the woman pulling out her wallet from her small purse with her shaky old hands and flips through the bills slower than I'm singing.

She pulls out a twenty and drops it in the case, her and her husband going to walk off but I can't let them leave without making sure that's what she meant to give me, "Ma'am! Ma'am please wait!" I call, standing up and she stops, turning to look at me.

"Yes, young man?" She asks me softly.

"I just wanted to..." I grab the money from the case and go up to her to hand it back, "You dropped a twenty in my case and I just didn't want you to leave without knowing that's what you gave me." I place it in her hands.

"Oh, I meant to give you that, young man. You're an amazing artist, please keep it." She pushes it back to me.

"Are you sure?" I gape at the money.

"Yes I'm sure. You have a great night and get yourself something nice with that money." She pats my arm as she couldn't reach my hair. I was a good foot and a half taller than her at most.

"Thank you so much Ma'am. Have an amazing evening!" I speak as I go back to my position on the little wooden wall. I'm beaming as I start the song over, having stopped in the middle.

More people come and go, dropping change and some bills in the case. I'm taking a small break, sipping some water when I notice a boy, probably a few years younger than me stood over by the bridge, he's texting and the light from his phone makes his face glow.

I pick up my guitar and start to strum at it, tuning it slightly. The boy stuffs his phone back in his pocket and crosses over to my side of the street, seeming to be in a bad mood.

I start to pluck at the strings in hopes to calm his nerves, he's very handsome now that I can see him up close. He slowly passes me, somewhat listening to the tune of the beginning of my song while looking at his phone again. I decide to freestyle and make up the rest of an unfinished song of my own.

" Could this be love at first sight or should I walk by again? " I watch him intently, " You're photogenically dressed, the conversation begins. " I hum, still watching him. He gets slower, listening more to me now, " Oh God! Oh what did I say!? Let me start over again... " I'm smiling as he sits down on the curb a few feet away, typing away on his phone.

I pluck a small tune at the strings as I don't know what to say next, " Could this be love at first sight? Oh, wait, I said that before... " Some people stop and listen to my song but I don't even notice them, they're dropping money into my case, some even recording it, " I need a place for the night, happy to sleep on the floor? " The boy glances over at me.

Sunglasses at night?

Loser.

But a hot, eye-catching loser at that.

" But don't go out of your way, and I won't talk anymore-... " I drag the word out as the boy looks back at his phone, I strum at the strings, swaying to the melody as I truly get into the song, " Turn the lights off! I'm in love! " My voice grows more loud and powerful, people seem to be really enjoying it, " Wouldn't you like to0- Wouldn't you like too-! Kiss him! " The boy turns back and starts to grin, but turns away just as fast.

People begin to clap along to the song, never had I had a crowd like this, " Wouldn't you like to0- Wouldn't you like too-! " I bring the pitch of my voice up and some girls cheer softly, " Dance with him-... " My voice drops back to normal, " Darkened nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings... " My fingers move and voice continues without my mind which has wandered. The lyrics that I hadn't even finished yet seemed to come naturally, " All of these are the prettiest things when I'm... In... Love. " I drag out the words without a problem, my voice steady and smooth, my fingers playing the tune that I seemed to know by heart when I had only just made it up.

The tune is sweet, a love song at it's best, I move along to the sound, my body swaying gently and my eyes fluttering closed in contentment, "Turn the- lights off, I'm- falling in love-... With you- wouldn't you like to-, oh, wouldn't you like to-... Kiss him!" I reopen my eyes, smiling brightly, "Wouldn't you like to0- Wouldn't you like too-!" My pitch gets higher again and drops back down to finish the line, "Dance with him-... Dark, dark nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings... All of these are the prettiest things when I'm... In... Love!" I finish, plucking the strings a few more times and letting out a heavy breath.

All the people clap and drop some change and quite a few bills into the case, speaking praise and telling me how amazing I was. I'm thanking them but absentmindedly, my eyes are locked on the boy on the curb, dressed in his leather jacket, a white t-shirt and black skinny-jeans. Sunglasses rested in his nose as he tapped away at his phone with his long fingers.

As the crowd dwindles down the boy stands from his place and walks up to me with a grin on his pink lips.

"Do I have to walk by again or do you think this is love at first sight?" He smirks and lifts his sunglasses onto his head to get a better look at me. He had beautiful honey-brown eyes, his face was slender and he had a nice jawline. His hair stood somehow, taller than his large forehead.

Mean 'Ol Moon, please never leave. Thank you, you Mean 'Ol Moon.

I grin at him, "You already walked past once so I think this is the second time technically." I laugh softly, pushing my hair out of my eyes.

"Well I hope I didn't sound stupid, should I start over?" He's cocky but I like it.

"No, I think you're fine." I reply.

"So I hear you need a place to stay? And you said you'd be happy to sleep on the floor." He looks me over, his eyes trailing over my lanky figure.

"I did, didn't I?"

"How old is this song?" He looks at me seriously with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"The ' wouldn't you like to ' bit is a couple years old but the rest was an on the spot freestyle." I admit and his pretty eyes grow big and he steps back a bit.

"Wow, I praise myself on being a good song writer but never have I made anything that good in general, let alone in the matter of about three minutes." He sits next to me.

"Well I was inspired." I look over at him and he's already looking at me.

"So, I'll give you that kiss you wished for if you stay at my place." He bargains, very poorly.

"How is that benefiting you?" I laugh at him and he breaks out into a wide smile.

"Fine then, if you give me that kiss that I so badly wished for then I will let you stay at my house for as long as you need." He chuckles.

"Only one kiss?" I say and the boy's eyes widened, "Oh, god. What did I say? Let me start over." I use my own lyrics and he starts to laugh.

"Before you give me that 'more than one' kiss, my name is Brendon." He introduces and takes my hand in his. His hands looked so much larger than they really were, compared to mine they were very tiny.

"I'm Dallon, Dallon Weekes." I smile.

"Urie." He says and I give him a weird look, "Brendon Urie, my name's Brendon Urie."

I can't wipe the smile from my face, "It's wonderful to meet you, Brendon."

"It's wonderful to meet you also, Dallon." His eyes shine with the flickering of the fairy lights surrounding us. This was so fucking romantic, shit, "Could this be love at first sight?"

"Wait, didn't you say that before." I quote and his smile flickers a bit wider, his eyes flashing between mine and my lips. I place my guitar down beside me, leaning it against my leg. I bring a hand up to the side of his face and he starts to turn red. This cocky, sunglasses at night wearing, leather jacket clad son of a bitch was getting flustered by my touch and I was loving every second of it.

I kiss him softly, his lips are smooth and tasted of sweets, a cute boy that tasted of candy, what a score. He smiles into the kiss, as do I.

He pulls away as he starts to laugh, "I'm a crazy slut but I've never done anything as crazy as this."

"Kissing a stranger?" I tilt my head to the side.

"No, falling in love." He smiles, "I guess it's love at first sight."

I stand and hold my hand out to him. He takes and stands as well and his eyes get wide again, "Oh my god you're so tiny!" I call.

"No you're just freakishly tall!" He shoves me but I don't budge. He pouts like a child (Which is the cutest shit that I've ever seen).

I pull him into me, my arms going around his neck as I hold him, his face in my chest. He squirms out of my grip and continues pouting. I squat down a bit to be his height and he starts to laugh.

"To my house?" He asks, it was only nine and I was debating whether I should stay and play more or if I should go with Brendon.

"Well, it's a lot earlier than I normally leave..." I say, still pondering.

"I can help you preform. I can kind of sing myself." He beams and I nod.

"You're probably better than me."

"Who knows." He smirks, we sit again and I strum at my guitar and he starts to sing my song.

Could this be love at first sight?

I think it just might be.

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