i wanna do headcanons of this if its ok. if it isnt please beat me up because i will like it.
-breezy sets dallon up all the time, trying to make him misbehave so she can make him get on his knees and insult him. he always lets her, he likes it, likes failing in front of her because she calls him a girl. she says that dallon was born with a clit far too big for his own good. he agrees, he is barely a man, he's whatever breezy says he is.
-brendon fucks dallon too roughly, dallon is a bit sensitive, brendon knows that. every time dallon asks for a break, brendon only bites him till he stops asking for it. he spits on dallon, smirking down at him, "you are so goddamn selfish, always wanting your way when we're having sex. you think it's cause youre pretty, you can do whatever you want?" brendon smacks dallon across the face, dallon smiles wide. "you can't, you're not pretty enough to get what you want. get some botox and reconstruct everything, and you might be beautiful one day." when brendon says that, dallon feels himself fall into subspace.
-ryan thinks degrading dallon before a show is cute, seeing him whimper and curl up in ryan's lap after ryan says horrible things about him. the way dallon looks so insecure but horny onstage, how his hard-on pushes against his jeans. after the show, dallon would usually go and sleep in his bunk while ryan would go out, but whenever ryan degraded dallon, dallon would beg for more. he would sit on ryan's lap and listen to the horrible things ryan has to say. ryan would tweak dall's nipples and make him cum without touching his cock, just by mean words alone.
"I can't do this anymore" for any ship you want to write about
“I can’t do this anymore.” - Trohley
Big, wavering tears, hot and heavy spilled down his cheeks as he looked at the man he loved so deeply, “I can’t do this anymore, Joe.” His voice is begging horribly to be held.
Joe doesn’t move as he looks at the big burly man before him as he is breaking down, melting into an ocean that has so obviously been held back by the floodgates that were his blue eyes for years. The tears flow in large pools down the man’s pink, half shown cheeks, getting caught in his grey-tinted beard, trapped like his feelings.
“What do you mean?” Joe says, baffled by what he was witnessing. What had he done? All he wanted to know was whether Andy wanted to come along with him to a party? Joe was clueless, staring back at his cracking friend, his honey eyes squinted with worry. He could tell that Andy was stitched like an old doll and finally those threads were falling apart all at once, bursting for him to see, “Andy, did I do something? Are you okay?” Now Joe’s voice wavers. Did something happen? Was he being insensitive? He knew that he wasn’t the best for being compassionate towards others and their feelings.
“No.” He sniffs and runs his jacket sleeve under his nose, hoping to hide the fact that he was crying, “No, I’m not okay, Joe. Thanks for finally noticing.” Andy coughs, “And, yes, Joe, you did do something.”
Joe is shocked by how calm his words seemed while his body was shaking and melting down right before him. Andy was an old piece of China, it had been glued together piece by piece, year by year and it was finally smashed.
“Andy… I’m sorry… What did I do? Can I fix it?” Joe panics. Who wouldn’t when their rock, their glue, was letting go, when it was crumbling before them.
“You were born.” He doesn’t sound angry, nor spiteful, he sounds broken down and desperate.
“I-…” Joe is at a loss for words, “What do you mean?”
“Joe, I don’t know how one person can be so blind!” Andy cries out in a desperate attempt to not have to say the words aloud and yet gets more blank stares back.
Andy is glass in that moment. He’s glass falling from a table and Joe is the hand to catch him and nobody knows if Joe will move fast enough to stop the crash.
“Joe… You are a pain in the fucking ass, you drink till you can’t stand and become the bathroom mat. I’m the one who has to make sure you stay clean and don’t get ruined when you get that bad. You will do any drug your eyes land on, take anything handed to you until you’re foaming at the mouth and I’m running you through hospital doors and screaming for somebody, for anybody to get you to fucking breathe again.” Andy’s eyes never leave Joe’s, all the while, he’s hysterical, “You have sex with the girls that just so happen to take a fancy to your hazy state. You fight anybody you can get your hands on. You leave me in the fucking dirt everytime and make me keep you from fucking up so bad you can never go back and I can’t fucking do that anymore! I can’t do this anymore, Joe.”
Andy can’t speak by the time he’s done. His voice is tired and begging Joe to do something other than just stand and stare.
Right now, Andy was just seafoam, disappearing more by the second, right before his best friend’s eyes.
“…I-…” Joe shakes his head, he can’t process this. Andy doesn’t want him anymore, “You’re abandoning me?” His voice shivers and he begs himself to be strong.
“No, you idiot.” Andy strains and the tears that pour down his face burn his skin, leaving trails of where they have traveled.
“You just said you can’t do this anymore, Andy…” Joe can’t fathom the events that were unfolding before him. He was sober and couldn’t so much as get the slightest hint of what his friend was trying to say to him.
“I’m in love with you and I can’t watch you kill yourself anymore, Joe. I love you so much and you can’t see it. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t worry anymore.” Andy bursts after years of swallowing his words, “I can’t let you die.” His voice is crumbling, falling to a whisper as his big hands wrap around Joe’s forearms, holding his friend’s inked skin that always felt so cold compared to him.
“Andy.” Joe doesn’t believe the words that his friend just uttered, “Please… Say it again.” Even Joe’s voice is a whisper now as his warm breath washes over Andy and makes him shiver. They were so close.
“I’m in love with you, Joe.” He can barely even hear himself but Joe hears him loud and clear and kisses the pink lips that were surrounded by a thick, scruffy, wave of hair. It scratches Joe’s face but he doesn’t care. His hands find Andy’s damp cheeks and he holds his friend’s face between his calloused fingers and sweaty palms.
Andy moves to hold Joe’s biceps and his fingers press hard into his best friend’s art-drenched skin. He tips his head back, his lips just millimeters from Joe’s, “All I’ve ever wanted was to hear you say you loved me too.” His eyes stay closed and the bridges of the pair’s noses are firmly pressed together, their lips brush as Andy speaks.
“I love you, Andy. I love you so much. Thank you.”
And their lips meet again.
Andy doesn’t want to let go of Joe and Joe will never let him.
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This was sooooo much longer than expected but I hope you like a little bit of Trohley because I never get to write any of them!!! I also hope you liked it, I tried not to make it the cliche, “I don’t wanna date you anymore.” Thing. I hope I didn’t dissapoint!!!
Keep sending in prompts for me, I’m bored and always prepared to write a little something!!
Ryan was the unfortunate new student to the high school and was apparently assigned someone to show him around the school, someone named Fallon Weekes or something, he didn’t pay attention. He just didn’t want some douchey jocks making fun of him because of his last name, and managed to stress out about it all day. Usually, middle schoolers are the immature ones, but high schoolers can be just as bad. Ryan was sitting in the office, bouncing his foot and tapping a steady rhythm on his thighs. Finally, Fallon arrived in the office and the counselor made them introduce themselves. Turns out his name was Dallon, not Fallon. Him being the great dude, showed him to Ryan’s locker and all the other semi important things, like shortcuts, the best bathrooms or the library. So far, Ryan liked Dallon. He seemed nice.
The next day, Dallon was waiting by Ryan’s locker and struck up a conversation about life is hard. Of course, Ryan being Ryan instantly got rid of the fear of constant dick jokes and spat one out himself. “Yeah, life’s particularly hard for me,” Ryan said.
“How so?” Dallon asked.
Ryan handed Dallon his schedule again and let him figure it out himself. Dallon took the paper and studied it for a moment, scanning over the classes, but nothing seemed out of place or strange. He looked up at Ryan and raised an eyebrow. Ryan did the same. Dallon looked back at the paper and finally saw something, connecting two and two together. The ‘hard’ statement and Ryan’s last name seemed to sound almost exactly like ‘semen’ depending on how you say it. Dallon made a face to hide his smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure life’s really long and hard.”
“It has its ups and downs,” Ryan chimed in.
Dallon snickered. “It’s a pain in the ass.”
“Blowjobs sure are a mouthful.”
“Hang on,” Dallon started. “Why is Bob short for Robert?’
Ryan made a face. “How does one get ‘Billy’ out of ‘William’?”
“How do you get ‘Dick’ from ‘Richard?’”
“You ask him nicely.”
Dallon let out a hearty laugh. “What does a Rubik’s Cube and a penis have in common?”
Ryan shrugged as Dallon started to lead Ryan to his first class.
“The longer you play with them, the harder they get.”
Ryan laughed and shook his head. “Do you think ‘dildo’ is an acceptable insult? Like, I’d call you a dick, but you’re not real enough.”
Dallon guffawed. “Suck a dick.”
“Inhale a Richard,” Ryan corrected.
“If you were a pornstar, what would your porn star name be?” Dallon asked, looking at Ryan. He was genuinely curious.
“Ryan Semen,” Ryan answered with a straight face.
Dallon laughed so hard Ryan thought that he would fall. He took a breath long enough so he could say some snarky remark, “come and get it.”
Ryan giggled in response as other students passing by looked at them like they were psychos. It might be a good year.
Edit: is @weekeman the queen of oneshots? Yes 100%
