Brallon Oneshots

Drunk Beebo and Caring Dallon

SUPER ACCURATE DEPICTION OF WHAT GOES ON IS UP THERE JK

Warnings:eh MENTIONS of sex no actual smutty smut

BRENDON POV BC FUNNNNNNNNNNN THYMES

      I wake up and realize I'm laying on some dude, oh my god! I think I hooked up with another random dude, I knew I shouldn't have drank that much last night. Where the fuck am I? Oh, this is the tour bus, wait, who am I on top of? This dude is tall, oh it's Dallon. What.... oh ok, I hooked up with my boyfriend? What's the big deal, oh shit the other dudes get super pissed off when someone has sex in the bus. God,I don't remember anything from last night. "Hey, you awake?" Dallon asks and reaches up to run his fingers through my hair. "Um, yeah, it's cold in this bunk." I state sitting up and realizing I'm just in boxers. "Hehe, yeah, you kicked it off during the middle of the night. You're a pretty good heater though." he jokes, sliding his hands around my waist.

       "Uh, thanks, I guess, you want some breakfast? We have donuts?" I ask ducking out of the bunk, and standing up. "Nice, I need some coffee, we went to bed at like 4 last night!" he says standing up and walking to the bus's kitchen. "Really, I remember nothing from last night, what happened?" I ask following him. "Oh, well, you were a hot mess, so you probably wouldn't want to." he says handing me the donut box. "Thanks, baby, that helped me a lot." I kid ruffling his hair. "You're welcome, babe." he says wrapping his arm around my waist. "Did we fuck last night? Why was I in your bed? I mean it's cool and shit because we're dating, just I think the dudes will be pissed?" I ask, nervously grabbing a donut and stuffing it into my mouth. "Oh- that's what you thought happened?" he asks doubling over from laughter.

      "You guys better not have did the do in that small ass bunk." Kenneth warns walking out of the bathroom. "Well,did we?" I ask sitting down at the table with a cup of milk and a couple donuts. "I'm interested now." Kenneth says sitting down on the other side of the booth. "Ok, Ok the pressure is on." Dallon jokes sitting down next to me.

DALLON POV BC ITS THYME

  I'm sitting down on the couch with my computer on my lap. "Hey, yo,  how are you doing?" Kenneth slurs walking in with Daniel and Brendon following behind. "Uh, good where have you guys been? It's 2 am!" I ask helping them in, seeing as they're stumbling around terribly. "We went to a bar, but it got crowded, so we went to some club." Daniel answers, flopping into his bunk bed. "I'm going to bed, 'night, Brendon, Dallon." Kenneth says pulling off his pants and jacket and throwing them on the floor. "Night, Kenny!" Brendon says, sitting on the couch next to me. "Oh, whatcha' doing, baby?" Brendon asks wrapping his arms around my neck. "Eh, nothing anymore, do you need anything?" I chuckle, closing my laptop and placing it in a bag beside me.

"Kiss me." he says looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Well, of course." I say, moving his hair out of the way and kissing his forehead. "No, babe, honey, sweetie-pie, kiss me like this." he says and sloppily places a kiss on the side of my mouth. "You taste like whiskey," I say pulling him onto my lap. "Want another taste?" he asks leaning in and actually landing on my lips this time. "You're drunk." I smile against his lips. "Mmmhm, I don't mind." he slurs. "C'mon, you need some sleep, we have a show tomorrow." I say picking him up bridal style and walking him to the bunks. "Nah, I'll be good, I want to kiss you instead." he protests, leaning in again. "No, no, no, you go to bed." I say setting him down at the bunks.

"Ugh, fine, whatever." he complains, climbing to the top bunk. "Goodnight, baby-boy!" I say pulling off my pants and shirt. "Mmm, okay." he hums. I chuckle and climb into bed, pulling the covers over my head. "Dallon, I feel sick!" I hear Brendon exclaim a few minutes later. "Bren-" I ask, sitting up and hearing Brendon throw up. "Oh, no, Brendon, you okay?" I ask, standing up. "No, I'm sick!" he croaks out. "Oh- um- climb down, and go wash up, I'll clean your bunk up-" I tell him, helping him down. "Babe, oh, you poor thing." I say once I get a good look at him, he's gotten sick all up his front. "Dally," he whines, and pulls me into a hug. "Go to the restroom, ok?" I tell him, and he slowly walks in. I strip his bedding and throw it in a trash bag to be cleaned later. I look down at myself and see I've gotten it on my shirt. I pull off my shirt and pull another on. 

"Brendon, hand me your clothes and I'll put them in a bag to be washed." I said through the door. "Ok!" he yelled throwing the shirt and pants at me. "Brush your teeth." I tell him, walking into the restroom. "So we can make out?" he asked wriggling his eyebrows, and turning on the faucet. "Yeah, right!" I said rolling my eyes and kicking him in the back of his leg. "You know you want me." he mumbled around the toothbrush, shaking his hips. "I want to go to bed, and you need to, as well." "You should bang me in the moonlight." he said, leaning to spit his toothpaste out. "Hmm, maybe later," I said wrapping my arms around his waist. "Awww," he complained looking up at me, once again, with puppy-dog eyes.

       "Sorry, but you can sleep in my bed, though." I said, turning him around and picking him up around the waist. "Yay," he said wrapping his arms around my neck. I walk to the bunks with him in my arms, and place him down so we can climb in. "I love you, babe." he said, as I climbed into the bunk. "I love you, too-duck!" I said pulling him in. "Oh-," he giggles, laying on top of me, "You're sweet." "I'm tired," I yawn, wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're sexy," he says, tugging at the end of my t-shirt, "I wanna see." "In your dreams, goodnight, Brendon." I kid, pecking him on the lips. "Aww, goodnight, Dally." he mumbles sneaking his hands down my boxers. I chuckle and drift off to sleep with my boyfriend in my arms.

WAS THAT ADORABLE OR WHAT SRY BUT BRALLON IS MY OTP

GOOD BYE YOU EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE GRASS CLIPPINGS