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For: @fandom_queen_4life

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

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

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

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

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Note: It hurt my heart just reading this prompt, and then writing it was pure heartbreak because I miss Brallon so damn much. Also, this is more a Brallon oneshot than a (Dallon x Reader), and not all of the things they say to one another is pure fact; I twisted things a little to make it fit the imagine.

P.S. Requests for Christmas imagines are now open and will close on the 1st December. Request here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeyYJn9fACcq9mSqWt2OUeBeTsVPjJbTeQa192JpkbPPjmUTA/viewform?usp=sf_link

The link is also on my message board. x

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How the hell can I be happy about the fact that you're fucking walking out on me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Baby, he doesn't-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh... Dall?"

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

"I... don't think that will be necessary," you half-smiled, ushering Brendon inside.

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

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

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

"I'm so sorry," Brendon apologised.

"Me too," Dallon agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you for reading x

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Note: I was thinking of doing an imagine supplementary to this one - where (Y/N) is married to Brendon and not Dallon. Would any of you be into that? x

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