The Man With His Arms Around Me ~Dallon Weekes x Reader~

She'll Break Your Arm 🦴

It was the next morning, post concert blues slapping like a bitch. I had shaved that little piece of paper in my box of important trinkets. I wanted to tell the girl with the rat skull necklace- but how?

I stayed in my bed a little longer than usual, until I smelled food cooking. I got up and threw on some sweatpants and brushed my hair. Leaving my room I saw my friend cooking breakfast.

"Whatcha cooking?" I asked as poured myself a cup of apple juice. I was trying to cut down on caffeine.

"Just some breakfast, sausage, pancakes, yknow.." The girl with the rat skull necklace said.

Despite being content with that meal, I grumbled out a little "you know I like waffles better..." a smirk plastered onto my lips. The girl with the rat skull necklace laughed some.

"Yeah, well too bad." She teased me.
Soon enough breakfast was served, we ate and left some food for out other roommate, the man with the nightshift. He'd be home soon enough, but not until the two of us would have left for the day. I sat there, playing with my fork on my empty plate, a default pout on my face.

"Whats up, pouty face?" My friend asks. I shrug, not giving her much of a response. "Oh c'mon, I know you're thinking. It's what you do. What's on your mind?" She asks again.

"I've just been.. replaying last night." I tell her, a soft smile playing on my lips as I didn't look up. I thought about the man, the one who had his arms around me.

Of all people he could've held last night, he held onto me. And it wasn't like a casual mistake, he made sure I knew he was behind me.

"Oh yeah? Thinking 'bout the band?" My friend asks, making mock kiss faces and sounds at me. I laugh a bit. "That guitarist did look pretty good... I'd love to recreate his makeup for fun..." She started to think off.

"It wasn't really the band. It was that man..." I admit to her, she seems confused. "The one who held me all night, the man with his arms around me." I explain to her.

"Oh? Wait a second, when was this?" She asks, seeming even more confused. I huffed a bit, a little frustrated with her infatuation with the guitarist with the cool makeup.

"Like, during the first song, he grabbed the barricade and had his arms around me, and after I told him it was fine he stayed like that." I explained, "He danced with me, and told me about his connections to the band, and I swear he must've been like... flirting or something." I mumble the last bit under my breath.

The girl with the rat skull necklace gave me a look. "No.." I frowned. "Don't do this to yourself, you know how difficult relationships have been for you." She says.

"He gave me his number..." I admit quietly.

"When did he have time to do that?!" My friend asks. She doesn't seem mad per se, but she wasn't happy. The both of us knew it was near impossible to keep a love life going under the circumstances of the world, but I've had extra trouble with it for some reason.

"Before I got in the car for the ride home, you were like- doing whatever and he hugged me, I guess he slipped his number in my pocket." I shrug, thinking about the little note he left at the end;

Stay in touch, person with the vibrant hair. -<3

My stomach fluttered at the thought of it, the little heart drawn on at the end so delicately.

"Y/n..." My best friend mumbled. My stomach dropped a bit. She was serious.

"I know... it's- it's just... I haven't felt so alive with someone else other than you in for ages..."

"I know, but you barely know him!" My best friend exclaimed, frustrated with the fact I was arguing with her.

"That's how all connection start!" I retaliate. I cross my arms and frown. "He doesn't seem like any of the people in the past, he seemed to care for me, and for you!" I try to tell her how he was different; the way he talked to us, how he introduced us to his friends, how he stayed with us late at night in the middle of the city just to make sure we were safe. That was work of a gentleman, and I need the girl with the rat skull necklace to just see what I saw.

"Y/n it's just not a good idea... I'm sorry." She mumbles. "Arms around your or not, a stranger in the middle of the city is dangerous. Ugh-! Those stupid fucking arms what if I just broke them? What would you do then, Y/n?!" She shouted at me, growing mildly aggressive in tone.

That was my sign to end the conversation.

"I-I know... I'm sorry Willo-"

I heard a door open and instantly end my sentence. Me and my friend both go silent and sit at the table quietly as if he hadn't been arguing.

"Are those waffles?" Our roommate with a nightshift asks.

"Pancakes." Me and the girl with the rat skull necklace say in unison.

We were both late for work.