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misson-impossible · 2 years

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"It was always you"

(Not my GIF)

Dallon Weekes x Reader

Angst

Set in the V&V Era minus Dallon, you are the keyboardist, multi-instrumentals, and backing vocals for P!ATD.

"So yeah guys life's pretty good.." Dallon says to his phone on an insta live. You look at him tears welling up in your eyes from the statement. "Yeah its been pretty smooth these last couple weeks. Haven't had many issues popping up-"

You run out of the room into the bathroom before he could finish his statement and slam the door. You start to sob silently so Dallon doesn't hear you.

Dallon hasn't really spoken to you for a couple weeks for no apparent reason but when he did it was to be an asshole.

After you let all your tears go you walk out of the bathroom and back into the livingroom. Dallon didn't even look up as you walked by and go to your shared bedroom.

He had been your offical boyfriend for about a year and nothing like this had ever happened.

You grab a guitar off the wall and start playing chords as loud and as hard as you can in frustration. Tears start falling again.

"One moment." Dallon says to the phone and sets it down. He walks into the bedroom "Can you stop being obnoxious for once in your life?!" He says in a yell whisper so the phone doesn't pick it up. You raise your head up to him "Will once you stop."

"I could never match yours."

You throw the guitar to the side and Dallon go's back to the livingroom to continue the live "Sorry guys had to adjust something."

You grab a backpack and start throwing stuff in it. You put your guitar in its case and throw it over your back.

You walk into the livingroom and stare at Dallon. After several seconds until he looks up. He sighs "One second guys gotta take care of something."

He stands up and towers over you "Why are you so dramatic?!" He keeps his voice low.

"Me?! I'm not the one who keeps ignoring the person you said you would love forever!" You say loud.

"Its not like we're married!! We live together! I've had a lot going on!"

"I don't care you can at least tell me if you hate me!"

"Maybe we just shouldn't be together anymore.."

"What?"

"Yeah. We've grown apart. I loved you but-"

Tears start stinging your eyes and run over to the couch and throw his phone across the room "Well I mean sure! You care about random strangers more than me so fuck you Dallon! You can just go and get 45 cent jobs in an alley way that's all your worth!" You scream with tears still falling.

He looks at you shocked but then runs after his phone. A lot of his viewer left but not after commenting things like "Fuck boy" and "Dip shit.". Some of course say that your a crazy bitch and that they are single.

"Goodbye Dallon." You say between sobs. You were about to run out the door but first steal the bass he was playing on the live.

"[Y/N] wait!" He yells. You were already out the door. The bass wasn't he worry. "I'm sorry." He whispers to himself before ending the live.

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You walk over to Brendon's apartment he shares with Spencer. You bang on the door several times loudly until one of them answers the door.

"God damn it's 10:30pm!" Brendon says before he sees its you "Oh sorry [Y/N] I- what's wrong?"

You sob "I- he-"

Brendon takes you into the apartment and hugs you "Tell me later."

Spencer walks out of his room to see what happened "Whats going on?"

You just break out in more sobs. Spencer puts his hands up and doesn't speak again. Brendon puts his hand on the back of your head so your head is in the crook of his neck "Its gonna be ok..". He rubs your back.

"We have a third room you can stay in if you need it."

You nod. "Dallon-" you say and that's all you get out before getting into a sobbing mess again. Brendon hugs you again and leads you to the room.

"Whats with the bass?" Brendon asks. You shake your head and put all your stuff on the bed "Thank you." You say with a voice crack. Brendon nods "No problem. Tell me what happened in the morning?"

You nod.

~The next day~

You get up and look at your phone just to see a picture of Dallon as your lockscreen followed with several texts from him. You block him as tears start welling back up.

You walk into the living corridors where Brendon and Spencer sit. "Morning!" Brendon says in a happy tone. You continue to walk but hold your hand out as a wave.

You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. "No wonder Dallon broke hated you." You say soft and tears well up again. You shake your head "No.. he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve this face, this personality." You try to make your self cheer up. You force smile and wipe tears so Brendon and Spencer don't have to see you in that state.

After you get your self together you walk about and go to a recliner silently.

Brendon and Spencer look at eachother awkwardly.

"What happened honey?" Brendon says sweet and calmly.

You wipe your eyes again "Dallon hasn't been talking to me much for weeks and we finally broke. He said he's glad he's not me and that we've grown apart. He cares more about random strangers than me anyway. He hates me." You start crying again.

"He doesn't hate you, if he doesn't know what he had. He didn't deserve you anyway." Spencer says to cheer you up. You nod wipe your eyes "Thank you." You say softly.

"We can go over there and get some of your stuff." Brendon says. You shake your head eagerly. "We can go in." Spencer responds to your disapproval. "No you don't have to do that." You say assuring him.

"No we have no problem doing anything for you."

"We can go now even." Brendon responds. Spencer nods.

~At Dallon's house~

Brendon knocks on the door. Dallon answers after a few seconds. Dallon's eyes were puffy from crying. "Hell are you crying?" Brendon asks pushing past him. "[Y/N]?" Dallon says hoping you were with them. "She's not here. Why would she want go see you anyway." Spencer says before walking past him and follows Brendon.

Brendon start just putting a bunch of stuff in a bag. Dallon watches "Tell her I'm sorry. It's been a lot these last few weeks I didn't know how bad it had impacted her." He says and starts crying again.

He and Brendon do the 'bro hug' thing "Will do.".

~Back at the apartment~

You are sitting in your room hugging the bass. Brendon sees you doing that and is immediately saddened after seeing both of you. "Dallon says he's sorry." He's says handing you the stuff. "Sure he is." You mumble under your breath.

~Weeks later~

You've been living with Brendon and Spencer. You haven't really had many things career wise you've had to do so it's been pretty chillatious. Brendon and Spencer have took care of you and made sure you ate.

Before Ryan and Jon left they had asked you if you would go to their new band. You considered it but ultimately declined after you saw the impact the split had on Brendon and Spencer. You were glad you stayed in Panic! now.

Today you have an acoustic performance for a radio station. These were always fun...

You only had to do backing vocals as Brendon would cover the acoustic guitar part.

You get to the stations set up and sit silently. "You sure you can do this?" Spencer asks quietly. "Yeah.. it's not like I'm dying. Only inside." You respond. Spencer nods.

You and Brendon were going to duet the songs. The station gave you the list of songs There were five of them and they went straight through you. "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off", "Northern Downpour", "When The Day Met The Night", "New Perspective", and of course "I Write Sins Not Tragedies".

"Can I do this?" you asked yourself. Well you were gonna find out.

You sang all the songs in duet form and as soon as you were done with the last song you stood up and just walked away before anything else could happen.

~Dallons POV~

Dallon saw the performance in his YouTube feed. He held back tears as soon as he saw you. You didn't look as full of life.

The first song was I Write Sins. You and Brendon did the face to face thing which Dallon always laughed at but not this time. The song didn't really get to him, hearing your voice did. The next one however it was different.

It was Lying Is The Most Fun. You looked straight at the camera when you sang "You know it will always be me." It was as if you have sang it straight to him. Dallon had tears falling.

Then there was Northern Downpour. That song is just sad in general but him hearing it come out of your mouth after what happened made it sadder.

Then you sang New Perspective. Dallon felt every word go straight through his heart especially when you sang "Who cares divine intervention I wanna be praised from a new perspective but leaving now would be a good idea so catch me up I'm getting out of here."

Last was When The Day Met The Night. It was like the story of the both of you and Dallon so hearing you sing it he lost it and started sobbing again.

He sees you leave the set as soon as you finish singing and has an idea why. Him.

~Your perspective~

You sit backstage wiping your eyes before tears fell.

Brendon and Spencer came back to you as fast as they could. "It was like the whole set was about Dallon!" You sobbed. Spencer hugs you "Its ok. It'll be alright." He rubs your back as you sob.

You walk out to the car Spencer and Brendon guarding you from pictures as you were embarrassed about the entire situation.

You get to the car and sit in the back seat.

"So [Y/N].." Brendon says driving.

"What!" You yell not wanting to speak.

"See its that time of the month.." He mumbles under his breath to Spencer not expecting you to hear it.

Spencer chuckles.

"You asshole! I can be mad any day of the damn month!"

Brendon and Spencer tense up as you yell at them.

"Brendon have you even had a girl long enough to know what happens? How did they even get it through both of your bone heads?! You both can preform but you're both dumb as fuck! Do you even want me living with you? Dumb fucks I could take you both in a fight any day! Pull over lets go right now!"

"Me and Spencer are going to this performance thing at a bar tonight. Come with us?" Brendon says trying to de-escalate the situation to prevent homicide or even more distracted driving.

"No." You yell back "Why would I want to that that would be rather embarrassing going out in a public bar with you both!"

Brendon looks at Spencer not knowing what to say. Spencer motions in a way to say I don't know. Brendon motions back that he doesn't know and to say something.

"Oh yes you are." Spencer says "You need to get out and around. You can't stay locked up forever. We could be like you dads?"

"What the fuck?" Brendon mouths theatrically to Spencer.

"I don't know?!" He mouthes back in the sane fashion.

You don't respond.

As soon as you pull up you storm passed them both and into the apartment.

~Later, at the bar~

Spencer and Brendon drug you out of the apartemnt and to the bar bit not without a fight.

You follow either of them around just depending on where they go.

About an hour later the music begins. You watch in admiration for some of them and really enjoy it until you hear oh so familiar names.

"Next up we have Dallon Weekes and Ryan Seaman!" The announcer says.

You start to walk toward the door but Brendon catches you "No. You have to listen."

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

He drags you back to Spencer fighting you

"Your not my dad!" You yell.

"Yes I am!" Brendon realizes what he said to late "I take that back Im your brother figure!"

"I don't care!"

Brendon eventually drags you back before it starts.

"Hey so I'm Dallon Weekes and we are gonna be singing a song my friend wrote called "Always". I'm also dedicating this to a girl that probably wants to set my house of fire and murder me so yeah go's like this."

You look at Brendon and Spencer and then back to Dallon. You try to tip toe away but Brendon and Spencer have their eyes on you.

When you actually listened you could feel the emotion in every lyric he sang. After the first chorus tears started to form. Did he still love you? That's all you wanted.

The performance felt so genuine and you just wanted to give him a hug and tell him it's all better now.

After he finishes he walks off. He didn't see you. Brendon and Spencer lead you back stage where Dallon was on his phone.

There were tears in his eyes as well as yours. You immediately ran up to him and started hugging him. "[Y/N]?!" He said exicted and immediately returned the hug. "Yeah!" You say with tears running down your face. You continue to hug and tear up for several moments.

"I didn't think you'd ever forgive me." Dallon admitted.

"I didn't think I ever would when it happened."

Dallon wipes your tears away "I was going through a lot and regretted everything Insaid immediately. I'm so so so sorry I didn't mean anything said or that I called you. I don't think I could ever get tired of you."

"I don't care." You say and kiss him and wipe his tears.

When you turned around Brendon and Spencer were already gone.

"Can I come back." You say and start tearing up again.

"You shouldn't ever have to ask that baby. Yes, you are always aloud its your house too."

You smile "I love you."

Dallon smiles back "I love you too."

You and Dallon walk back into to the audience area close together. You find Brendon and Spencer and they are happy with the outcome.

After you get all your stuff from the apartment you go home with Dallon and finally get to sleep in your bed.

"It was always you." Dallon whispers to you thinking you were asleep. You were glad you go to here those four words coming from the love of your life.

This ending sucks that's all I've got say. This was also really long so.

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dakota00121 · 2 months

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Your Ex Shows Up At a Gig and You Are Absolutely Rocking It. (Literally)

Alright some Acronyms to know.

YEN- Your Ex's Name

EFN- Ex's Friend's Names

YN- Your Name

YEFD- Your Ex's Favorite Drink

Songs for the chapter:

IDKHOW songs: "Infatuation" "Clusterhug"( Broebcks and iDKHOW mash version)

The Brobecks songs: "If You Like It Or Not" (demo music, it has that 8bit stecato, but official release lyrics!)

Dallon's Outfit!!

white button up, short sleeved, rolled up to right below his armpit. black suit pants. Black dress shoes. Messy brown hair, gorgeous bluish/green eyes. He’s TALL very tall.

Your Outfit!!

Fave band tee or iDKHOW/ Brobecks!! Darker demin blue jeans (ripped) black fishnets underneath the jeans. Fishnets under your shirt that spread to your finger tips. Silver chain necklace, couple helix piercings, couple small scattered tattoos.

(Whatever makeup you like/clean face if you don’t wear any :)

I'd add thicker combat boots or a cyberpunk look! Makes you look taller and edgier!!

Y/N Fem reader!!

For all the girlies out there that occasionally have a small episode of missing their ex, this will pick you up and make you feel more confident! Especially if you love Dallon Weekes.

YOUR EX'S POV:

My feet shuffle down the sidewalk, kicking a rock as I go. I completely ignore anyone who passes by. The sky radiates vibrant shades of red, pink and purple, even some blue. The clouds a perfected cotton like texture.

"You guys here yet?"

My Friends:

"AYEEEE YEA!! WE HER"

"YEA, MAN!!!! PARTAY!!!"

"There's a sic bamd here. They're pretty goud. Hot girls here two." A perverted smirk grows on my face. A night i can easily forget and shove everything down.

I roll my eyes, 'Already drinking, I see.'

Even a block before I reach the bar, music is already being heard. People crowd around the door and bar trying to hear as much as they can. I walk by some peers, "I didn't know they had a gig here! No way! The power couple of the century and they didn't post a gig night! They sound like they're almost done anyways, wait Dallon's talking. It's completely crowded in there." "I wish we got seats!" My grimace grows as I open the door. As soon as I reach the threshold, a sea of people greets me. The only "hot girls" I see are the sweaty, red faced waitresses working. It's really warm in here. There's so many people that I can barely breathe. Everyone's shouting that Dallon and a girl named 'Y/N' I had an ex named Y/N. I don't even bother looking at the stage until i found my group.

"Y/E/N!!!!" Faint screeches steer me in my friends' direction. I try my best to focus on the path to get to them first. Cheers and claps paired with hollers and whistles to the band. Laughing from the band members can be heard. I finally reach my destination and sit down next to my best friend. "YOOOOOOO Y/E/N HOW'S IT GOING?!" He grabs my shoulder and shakes me vigorously. "We just saw each other at work like 2 hours ago..." My dry attitude earns a stiff laugh from him. "Hey, please get him a Y/E/F/D!" "Ahhh, nah, I'm ok for now, thanks."

My mind quickly changes when i hear a certain voice. It was hard to recognize at first. As time went on, I guess the pitch of voice got deeper. Time suddenly slows literally like in the tv show. My stomach and heart become one and feel like they're being dropped from a severe height. My eyes slowly scan the chaotic environment to the stage. Stomach acid shot up into my throat. There she was. My ex, "Y/N" an airy whisper shot out. Looking gorgeous as ever. Sweating, playing and singing on stage with a band?! When we were together she didn't have any interest of playing instruments. She basically just had college, daddy issues and a sudden drinking problem.

"Wait... is that...?" E/F/N asks, I sharply nod. Part of me wanted to shout obscurities at her and get her attention, but i found it to be unproductive. The other part of me feels, relief? Relief that she's not a... not in... alive still I guess? She had a lot of mental health issues and some bad habits. Flecks of jealousy are discovered in the base of relief. 'In a band? Playing bass? How? We've been broken up for almost 4 years now. She seems like a pro.' Are those tattoos?! Her hair is parted and fixed to wear I can even see some additional piercings. Holy sh*t she’s changed quite a bit. Her fingers effortlessly slide and press and release the strings of the bass. I can see what colors she has for her bass when the lighting switches to normal. A black body, a very dark brown neck, a very dark blue pick guard with silver, glowing strings, silver tuners, i can see sparkles in the pick guard as her guitar as it shifts around.

"Tonight, we are debuting our newest release, "Infatuation" it's been a dream of mine too have female backup singer. But I actually am going to let Y/N take the lead here." Y/N slowly swivels her head to the guy talking and her finger pokes her chest. "Yes, you, love." The last word stings for some odd reason. ‘They’re together??’ It seemed like they were for centuries. The way they looked at each other, the way they just complimented each other. The lyrics, their movement. Their lustful gazes, their lovestruck gazes, their speech, honey drips in their tone as they talk to each other, even serenade one another. The crowd whoops and hollers as Y/N slides up the notes scale and arches herself so she can look at the ceiling all while playing the guitar. All while Dallon is behind her and beside her. They move in sync as their legs wobble to where they hunch down. Apparently, it’s his signature move and she coped in on it at the right moment. It was like they were made for each other.

Did he write this song for her? The song’s lyrics were juicy, almost scandalous. The way he just towered over her and gave her telepathical kisses was insane. Her hair begins to stick to her forehead just like his. She begins to wrack her head around to fight off the stray hairs sticking to her face. Some guys/girls whistle. Y/N chuckles and leaves her gaping smile on her face. As they groove and dive forward with the beat, my stomach swells and knots. I feel like I’m going to be sick. All this time, and she wasn’t mourning me? She was playing with this douche? For how long? How did they end up together? Is he just as unwell as she was?

As the song ends Dallon steps back and finds whatever song they wanted to play next. It was just the two of them and a drummer. AN: (Not Ryan cause he was fired for stealing irl) Dallon held the electric guitar with ease and maturity. Y/N was at times stiff only to loosen up when she’d bend and wiggle with the beat.

Y/N and Dallon finally separate from their battle of who can look into each others eyes the longest as they run their eyes up and down each others bodies. I raise my hand for a second drink. The waiter instantly hands me one. Y/N raises her hands and boxes half the room in between her arm span. Dallon does the same with his arms but it covers most of the audience. The crowd chuckles. “Is that ok, love? You can be louder.” He backs up and turns her monitor up more. “No wayyyy. We got this!! Right Clusterhug Brobecks crew!!” The small group cheers. “Let’s go!” Dallon instantly plays the music and they hop up and down on beat. “They’ve never done this before!!” A girl screeches. “This is awesome!!” Another girl squeals. Geez when did so many people start to love them? “I’m so confused” E/F/N calls out. Y/N swings her head to us, she shrugs jovially and simultaneously strums the bass.

my group was practically torn down the middle of the crowd. We obviously didn’t participate but basically the rest of the room joined in loud company. Y/N kept up with Dallon as perfectly as she could, which to my surprise under such a crowd is just nauseatingly well. Her vocals harmonize and some of the lyrics are actually different than Dallon’s. I can’t quite make out what she’s singing compared to what he is, the alcohol is kicking in.

3RD PERSON POV:

As the song comes to a close, Y/E/N only grows more and more inebriated. Restless more or less. His awkward pacing gives Y/N a chance to get some eye contact. As she sets the pace for the next song, her eyes trickle down to meet his. His ashamed, rosy face emerges from the crowd. A devilish smirk slowly and tauntingly grows on her face. Her eyes glaze over, her eyelids start to lower till they get to the halfway point. She defeats him. And he feels it. Without a word, she knows she wins. His eyes dart elsewhere. She takes a victory lap while singing the demoed version of, “If You Like It or Not” released lyrics, but demoed 8bit sound. Oh how she loved seeing him shiver and shake about while Dallon and her sang about each other. Being together forever with Dallon is all she has ever wanted. Y/E/N knows that now. As Dallon strides to Y/N his saunter sneaks up to her. Her head is raised by his fingers resting gently under Y/N’s chin. He sweetly massages it and gracefully edges his fingers off your jaw. Her vision follows his fingers up to his eyes. Y/N locks attention to him. Her mouths hang open with suspense as your erotic lyrics drip with satisfaction and elegance. All she could imagine was him holding her in his arms. Dallon sweetly kissing her, grabbing at Y/N’s hands to hold. His sweet, wholesome nature arouses her in such a way. She gives in almost every time when an opportunity presents itself. She just can’t help it. It’s Dallon James Weekes. The most beautiful man she’s ever been with or seen is captivating her. There he is standing in all his glory, a glow under the lights. Hes taking captive of every thought behind Y/N’s beautiful eyes. As his fingers slide and push down the metal strings on his bass, Y/N is hypnotized by the veins on Dallon’s hands. She memorizes every movement and twitch of his hand to remember later for after show fun. Its hard to do anything else after a couple’s show high. Dallon’s mouth drops slightly and Y/N internally swears she can see drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth as she teases the stringer ever so softly.

As Y/E/N turns to leave, Y/N speaks. “Well” she swiftly fans herself as her and Dallon still pant rapidly. “As we come back down from that…” her eyes bulge and a s*it eating grin can be found. “We have 2 more songs for yinz tonight,” that Pittsburgh twang broke out of her for a split second. Y/E/N immediately leaves to go and hurl onto the concrete outside like a typical old drunkard who lost his job. Except he still has his ol job, but he lost his pride that night…

AN: yoooooo I feel so much better after that. I feel powerful! Hope you do too!!

#dallon weekes #dallon weekes x reader #idkhow #the brobecks #fanfic #yn #writing #mature fic #i don’t know how but they found me #bassist #bass guitar #concert #celebrity crush

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improve-truth · 4 days

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#grindr #Red Dead Redemption #girlboss #spencer reid x reader #slenderverse #bridge #dallon weekes #fan art #princess tutu #tristeza #let's play

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reveal-buy-member-parent · 6 days

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#ten #american psycho #meth spun #mommy #black entrepreneurship #真野恵里菜 #brianna francisco #adhd memes #dark acadamia aesthetic #male pits #spencer reid x reader #line art #dallon weekes

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mychemicalbarrett · 9 days

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hi!!! i am requesting any dallon content pleasee

preferably gender neutral or ftm reader :)

Hi!! Kinda been wanting to cross post my old wattpad stuff and I am taking this one to post an old Dallon oneshot!! I also have a vamp!dallon one if anyone wants it!! This one's short though, and kinda bad, since it's old.

Starry Skies || Dallon Weekes x Reader

tw// none!

"Darling, would you mind going out to the porch with me for a moment?" Dallon asked, running his hand through his hair.

"Oh, uh, sure, why?" (Y/N) questioned.

"It's lovely out there tonight."

"Not as lovely as you." (Y/N) smirked, grabbing Dallon's hand as they walked out to the porch.

The couple took a moment to stare up to the sky above, admiring the bright starry sky.

"I bet you couldn't see this in the city!" (Y/N) cheered, hugging Dallon tightly.

Dallon hugged back. "I didn't mind so much in the moment. Y'know, (Y/N), it's been six years since we got together."

"It has? Jeez, hasn't felt that long." Giggled (Y/N), still clinging to Dallon.

"It has, but I need to ask you a question..." He pushed them off of him, and dropped down on one knee, pulling out a ring. "(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), would you do me the honor of becoming (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Weekes?" He looked up, hopefully.

"Oh my goodness, Dal. Of course I will." They gasped.

Dallon grinned and stood up before slipping the ring on (Y/N)'s finger. He kissed them gently. "To many more years."

#dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes #idkhow but they found me #idkhow #i dont know how but they found me #why do i have to tag three different versions of that band name

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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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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danielfuckingricciardo · 1 year

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Please Don’t Jump (It’s Christmas) - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Word Count - 1.8k

Content Warning - Mentions of suicide, swearing

Synopsis - You send Charles a text, and Charles thinks you’re about to do something very bad and he realises he doesn’t think he could ever live without you. Meanwhile, you are off doing something else, completely unaware of Charles’ worries.

Author’s Note - This is inspired by the song Please Don’t Jump (It’s Christmas) by Dallon Weekes. It’s a really good song and I wanted to write a suitably depressing fic to go along with it but I thought, no, I won’t, I’ll write something wholesome and cute instead. So while this is kinda sad at the start, I promise you it has a happy ending. Enjoy!

“Fuck, (y/n), answer your fucking phone!” Charles grumbles into his phone, before hanging up and throwing it onto the bed in frustration.

“No answer?” Arthur says from his position resting against the door frame.

“Does it look like she answered?” Charles yells. He feels the tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he shouts at brother. He’s not angry with Arthur, not really. He’s just scared, scared you were about to do something stupid.

It was just a text. A few words on a screen, but they terrified him to his very core.

‘I’m doing it. I’m sorry Charles. I love you ♥︎.’

Those words, the words you had typed and sent before going to do god knows what. Throw yourself into traffic? Jump off of a building? Charles’ mind was racing as he couldn’t help but imagine all the horrible ways you might have… No, he couldn’t even think that word. He didn’t want to think that you would, that you could. It’s selfish, but he can’t help but think what he’d do without you. You were his best friend, his world, and though he’d never said it out loud, he loved you. Fuck, he loved you so much it hurt, and he was terrified he wouldn’t ever get to see you again. The way that you laugh at his stupid jokes, the way you smile so warmly, the way you squeeze him just a little too tight when he hugs you. He would have cherished each of these stupid things more if he knew that any time could have been the last.

“Where would she go? People tend to go somewhere they feel safe when they…” Arthur says, and Charles’ eyes go wide.

“I know. Wait here, she might come back. If she does, tell her I’m out looking for her, and then text me immediately, yes?” Charles says, and Arthur nods.

Charles grabs his discarded phone from the bed and races out of the door, skipping the elevator, it takes too much time, instead opting to sprint down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.

If you’re anywhere, anywhere at all, it’s on the roof of your old building, the place you grew up, the place you both used to camp out under the stars when you were kids. You’d lay together on your mother’s sleeping bag, filled with marshmallows and your mum’s hot chocolate, and try and pick out all of the constellations in the sky. Charles remembered those nights so fondly. Even then, he thinks he was in love. He might not have realised it at the time, but he was. He’d loved you for as long as he could remember, and he knew he couldn’t bare to be without you.

The doorman doesn’t stop him as he makes for the elevator. Everyone in this damn country knows who he is, he could probably break into a jewellery store in the middle of the day, empty the cabinets, and they’d probably thank him for it. He thought about the stairs, but going up is a lot harder than going down, and he had been slacking on the cardio the past few days due to the festive season.

Charles bursts through the doors and up onto the roof, looking around to see it empty. You weren’t there. A sob escapes his lips as he looks around, hoping you were going to magically appear, and he could hold you, kiss you, tell you it was all going to be okay. But you didn’t appear, Charles was alone on the rooftop, and you weren’t there.

Charles’ phone starts to buzz in his pocket, and he fumbles to grab it, his hands shaking.

He is greeted by your smiling face on the screen, and he exhales a shaky chuckle. You’re still here. You’re alive.

“Fuck, (y/n), where are you? Are you okay?” Charles says, his voice barely there as a single tear drips down his cheek.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was okay actually, not as painful as I would have expected.” You say, and Charles furrows his brows in confusion.

“A-are you calling me from the afterlife?” He whispers, his eyes wide.

“The afterlife? What the fuck are you talking about? I just got out of the piercing place.” You say, and Charles slaps himself in the forehead at his own stupidity, chuckling slightly in relief.

“The piercing place, fuck, I thought you were gonna…I…” Charles says, unable to form a coherent thought, just so happy you weren’t about to do what he thought you were going to do.

“What? I told you the other day, I wanted to go and get my tongue pierced, but you said it was a stupid idea and would almost definitely get all gross and infected.” You say. “Wait, lemme switch to video, I’ll show you. It’s not gross, I promise.”

The phone vibrates against Charles’ ear and he presses the button, and your face shows up on screen once again, this time you were sticking out your tongue, your eyebrows raised. Your expression changes as you see Charles’ flushed face, and the background that was almost definitely not his flat.

“Are you okay? Where the hell are you? That looks like the roof of my parents’ building.” You say, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“It is, I.. uh… I’m stupid, I thought that text… I thought you were gonna…” Charles attempts to say, but he can’t quite finish the sentence because he still can’t bring himself to say those words.

“You thought I was going to what? Kill myself?” You say, a confused look on your face.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I did.” Charles says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Charles, I might make a lot of jokes about it, but I would never do it. Especially not on Christmas Eve. Besides, I’m in therapy, I’ve got my pills, and I’ve got you. So I’m happy.” You say, offering him a sweet smile.

“I make you happy?” He asks.

“Of course you do. I love you.” You say, sticking out your tongue at him once again, revealing the small silver piercing in the centre of your tongue.

“But do you mean it? Because tonight I had a lot of feelings, and time to think, and I love you too. But like, I love you love you. I think I always have. I genuinely don’t know what I would do if you weren’t in my life.” Charles says, and you stop in your tracks.

“Wait there, I’m not far away.” You say, before hanging up the phone.

You pick up your pace as you walk down the streets, your heels clicking against the concrete pavements. There was no way you were saying what you wanted to say over the phone. No way.

After your brisk walk, a trip in the elevator, and the few steps up to the roof, you spot Charles sat on the edge of the roof, looking out at the city.

Your heels clicking alert him to your presence and he turns to you, spotting that your arms were full with the sleeping bag and a jug of hot chocolate.

“I called in downstairs, and she’d just made a pot. She hates the tongue piercing by the way, I don’t think anyone likes it but me.” You say, holding the sleeping bag out to Charles.

He takes it and lays it out in your usual spot, not saying a word.

“I didn’t want to say it over the phone. It felt artificial, you know. This feels better.” You say, taking a seat on the floor and pouring yourself a mug of the creamy hot chocolate.

Charles sits next to you and takes the other mug, taking a sip of the beverage which warms him up in the cold winter air. In his rush to find you, he didn’t even stop to grab a jacket, and so his arms were bare in the mild Monaco winter.

“You cold? Here, get under my scarf.” You say, wrapping your scarf around both your own and Charles’ shoulders, forcing him to pull closer to you.

“I’m sorry, If I freaked you out, or scared you with what I said. If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine too, I just-“

You cut Charles off mid-sentence as you press as soft kiss to his lips.

“Every time I say it, I mean it Charles. I love you. So much.” You say, smiling sweetly at him.

“Really? You’ve always meant it?” He questions.

“Always. Ever since we were kids and I’d sit here and make up constellations to try and impress you.” You laugh, taking another sip of your warm drink.

“You made those up?” Charles asks, and you chuckle.

“Yep, I know fuck all about astronomy. But you thought stars were cool and I wanted to impress you.” You say.

“Hmm, well you were very good at making stuff up about stars. I believed every word.” Charles says, and you rest your head gently on his shoulder.

“Ten minutes ago you believed I was going to jump off the roof.” You say, and Charles chuckles, shaking his head at his previous actions.

“Yeah, yeah, I am stupid, we don’t need to get into that one again.” He says.

“But you were willing to run around the city, arms bare, trying to find me and stop me. You have such a beautiful soul. That’s why I love you, Charles Leclerc.” You say, and Charles presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sit up, turning to face Charles as you press your lips to his for a real kiss. You wrap your hands, which are still warm from holding the hot chocolate, around his neck to pull him closer as he deepens the kiss. Charles wraps his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer, but you’re interrupted as you wince and pull back.

“Are you okay?” Charles asks, his eyes wide with concern.

“Yeah, yeah, just no french kissing until this thing heals.” You say, sticking your tongue out to point at the silver ball.

“Noted.” Charles says, before gently pressing his lips to yours once again, only to quickly pull away.

“You okay? Does the piercing gross you out?” You ask, fiddling with the ball between your teeth.

“No, it’s not that, I actually kinda like it, actually. No, I left Arthur in my flat, he’s probably still terrified.” Charles says as he pulls out his phone to begin texting his brother.

“I have an idea.” You say, taking Charles’ phone out of his hand and opening the camera.

You snap a quick photo of you kissing Charles on the cheek, a shocked expression on his face.

You type a quick response and hit send, passing the phone back to Charles.

‘Not killing myself, got my tongue pierced. Your brother is cute, likes the taste of metal apparently.’

Charles reads the text and chuckles, shaking the head at your crude reference before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You stay there on the roof together until it’s well past midnight. Christmas Day. Just staring at all the stars and constellations you once pretended to know to impress a boy you like. Who would have thought that, ten years later, you’d still be sat together under the stars, but this time, you both knew how much you loved one another.

#Charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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lunarwritesthings · 9 months

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robinrunsfiction · 3 years

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Certified Bad Boy Dallon Weekes

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: Teen (for a fight and some bad words (like in a more significant order than my usual use of bad words, which is why it’s worth noting)) Requested By: None Word Count: ~900 Author’s Note: So talking with @thewordworrier yesterday about that gif where Dallon has a black eye and how that’s just so hot (even though it’s from a sinus surgery but shh) and well I sure didn’t spend too much time paying attention at work today, did I? 😅 Also who knew I can still write under 1000 words! I need to get back to this, the short and sweet fics

"Thanks for coming with me tonight, I don't mind going to shows alone, but if I don't have to, I'd rather not," (YN) smiled at her friend Dallon. She had mentioned a concert she wanted to attend, but walking around town at night made her a bit nervous, especially downtown where it seemed like every third business was a bar.

"Thanks for inviting me,” he replied as they walked along under the lampposts, the golden color guiding their way back toward her apartment. “I had a lot of fun, and the band was really good, I’m gonna have to check them out.”

Not much further up the road, in front of one of the bars, (YN) could see a man smoking a cigarette. He was already looking her way as they approached and she hated the way his eyes were running up and down her body.

"Hey baby, come over here a sec," the drunken man slurred. (YN) ducked her head down, not making eye contact as Dallon put his arm over her shoulder protectively. "Aww come on sweetheart, don't tell me you're goin home with this loser!"

"Oh my god," she muttered under her breath as they passed him. He reeked of liquor and it gave her a headache almost instantly. Dallon squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

"Oh, that's how it is? Fuck you, ya fuckin $5 whore. Ugly ass bitch."

Dallon stopped in his tracks and before (YN) could realize what was happening he was storming back toward the drunken man.

"Dallon, wait! No!" She cried as the man threw a preemptive punch toward Dallon. It landed, but the drunk was so tipsy that it knocked him off balance and Dallon was able to land a hit of his own, dropping the drunk to the ground.

"Dallon! Come on!" She grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from the drunk with blood streaming out of his nose groaning on the ground.

"I better not catch you ever talking like that to a woman ever again," Dallon growled before giving him one last kick in the ribs before letting (YN) pull him away.

When they reached (YN)'s apartment, and she flipped on the light, she was able to assess the damage her friend had taken. Dallon was still fuming until she reached up and cupped his cheek and he instantly softened into her touch.

"Oh Dal," she murmured. "You've already got a black eye, and a cut. Come on, let me fix you up."

"I'm sorry (YN), I… I don't know what came over me, I was so mad about what he said about you, I just snapped," he explained as she pulled him toward the bathroom.

"Sit," she instructed as she started searching the cabinet under the sink for her first aid supplies. "And thank you."

Dallon's eyebrows shot up in surprise before he winced in pain from the movement. "For what?"

(YN) laughed lightly as she poured antiseptic on a cotton ball. "For defending my honor. Hang on, this might sting." She tilted his chin up so he was looking up at her and she could see the cut in better light. Softly she dabbed the wound, but he only flinched a little. "I've never had anyone do anything like that for me before. It was…"

"Too much," he answered, shaking his head once she had let go of his chin.

"Mmm, no. I was going to say heroic. Gentlemanly."

"I don't think it was very gentlemanly," he muttered, looking down at the blue rug on the floor.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed his chin to make him look at her again as she applied a bandaid. "You're a certified bad boy, is that better?"

Dallon's cheeks instantly started to burn red. "Do you like bad boys?" He asked so softly (YN) wasn't sure she heard him correctly, but she found herself blushing as well.

"Umm, sometimes, as long as they can be gentlemen too," she replied, her voice a little weak, like her knees suddenly were as well. "There, you're all patched up, let me get you some ice for your eye," she said, turning to leave the small bathroom that suddenly felt very crowded.

She'd only made it a few steps out of the bathroom when she felt Dallon take her hand. "(YN) wait."

"Yea," she breathed, turning to look up at him.

"Thank you for taking care of me tonight."

"It was the least I could do," she smiled when she glanced down and realized he was still holding her hand.

"I swear I'm not normally like that-"

"I know Dallon."

"It's because it was you," he said emphatically and her eyes went wide. "Anyone else and I would have just ignored it and kept walking, but you're… I wanna protect you and keep you safe and be your bad boy and be your gentleman and-"

He couldn't say anything more because (YN) had reached up, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. After the initial shock, his hands found her waist as he kissed her back.

When she finally pulled back, she grinned at the surprised look still on Dallon's face. "Are you ok, bad boy?" She giggled.

"I'm great," he laughed, running his hand through his hair. "That wasn't just a one time thing, right?"

"I hope not," she smiled up at him, before he pulled her back to him, and kissed her again.

#dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes fan fic #dallon weekes fan fiction #dallon weekes imagine #idkhow fan fic #idkhow fan fiction #i've been in such a dallon mood for the last like 24 hours so this is what you get lol

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