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

You or a Ghost? 👻

  It had been a week since me and my best friends argument, the both of us had been rather quiet towards each other. Perhaps for our safety? Perhaps for other reason...

  Work had been slow all week, which was unusual for the popular coffee shop I worked at.

  I still hadn't texted the man back.
You know the one.

  Had I felt fear? Did I want the girl with the rat skull necklace to trust me being responsible? I had a scratching, pulsing, nauseating desire to reach out to him, to know him, yet I still held back.

  That stranger, that man who held me so tight, the man with his arms around me... what if I did text him?

1st person, ominous
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  It'd been a week. Had I done something wrong? Not a single text in a week. No "Hey" or "Hi" or "Hey lets talk". That person with the vibrant hair... They haven't left my mind one bit since what happened. Everyday I walked to work extra slow to think about them, what I could do to talk to them. Anything but this dreadful silence.

  Today I decided to walk to work a little earlier so I could get coffee. Caffeine wasn't what I needed at this moment but it was all I had to treat myself after a week of stress. I stopped a block away from my work and entered a small, well known coffee shop.

  And there they were.

  Their hair was a new color since I had last saw them. At first it was a light faded y/f/c, now it was deep blue, like the color of sapphires. I felt my heart palpitate, how did they glow just as much as they did at the concert?

  I hesitated at the door entrance, unable to decide whether I wanted to order coffee or run away, afraid to seem desprate- despite this being a coincidence. I felt hurt they hadn't reached to to me when they were alive and well, had my number slipped out of their pocket or did they just not reciprocate the same energy I felt towards them, was what I now wondered.

  I stared a moment longer, frozen in thought and space, until their eyes looked up and at me. They set down the coffee they were making and just stared at me for a moment, like they were shocked I was real. They quickly looked away and started taking another customers order, their demeanor changing to a more skittish and unsure one, their face had grown beet red, making them look like the American flag in their white uniform and blue hair.

  My heart pained as they seemed to ignore me. Unlike me, I decided I'd go up and order something now. I needed that person with vibrant hair to prove to me I wasn't a ghost.

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1st person pov (you)

  It was him.

  How did he find me? Knew that I worked here. My stomach acted and my face flared as I made eye contact with him.

  Go away, just go... I couldn't help but think, dreading what would happen if we spoke. I look away and start taking someone else's order for my own sanity.

  A moment more passed and the next order I took... it was his.

  "H-hello sir, welcome, what may I get you?" I asked, acting like I didn't know him.

  "Hi, can I get a... caramel iced macchiato? And a... uhm, regular bagel, toasted and buttered." He requested so casually.

  "Y-yeah! Will that be all?" I ask, tapping on our ordering screen, rushing to get his order done.

  "And a talk with you." He added on, sounding almost snarky. My chest felt like it had been stabbed.

  "U-uhm yeah... I'm working right now though." I tried to excuse myself out of whatever confrontation this charming man had waiting for me.

  "I have time, I can wait." He replied nonchalantly, handing me cash. I sigh, nodding and taking the cash to pay. I make the man's drink and bagel and take my break as I brought out (what I was assuming to be) his breakfast. I sat down in a chair across from him, fixing my hair and looking him dead in the eye.

  His gorgeous, deep blue, sapphire like eye.

  "How did you find me..?" I asked, a tone of fear could be heard in my voice.
He bit into his bagel. Nodding in approval as he chewed. "I walk past to get to work, decided to stop by for breakfast today. Never knew you worked here." He answered, not looking up at me as he sipped his iced coffee. "Fitting for you to work here," he says, drinking more, "you make some good food. I'd be interested in a dinner da- a meal with you." He rephrased.

  I raise an eyebrow. "I-I don't know... my friend is weary of you..." I mumble. I look down at my nails. "I don't really know why, but... they don't want me indulging into a stranger who showed me kindness." I explain.

  "That's dumb" The man says, he chuckles. "We're barely strangers at this point, coffee meet ups, holding each other in public, I just know you've been thinking of me, haven't you?" He says, his voice is so rich and warm, like how his embrace had been. Oh how I longed for his hold, for him to be the man with his arms around me again.

  "I mean... I guess, I never really go behind my friends back..." I admit, "She generally has good intuition, predicting things scarily accurate. If she tells me to not to do something, it's usually more often than not for a reason."

  He's quiet.

  "I am... not very sure how to respond to that." His tone is lighthearted as he chuckled. "How about this, just to regauge interest, I have a business dinner tonight, just a small gathering, how would you care to come along with me, just as a friendly plus one?" He offers, "Text me, let me know if you're interested before 5 pm, and I'll send you the deets." He tells me before standing up. "But for now, I'll let you get back to work, and bid you adieu. I'll hopefully catch you around, blue hair." He says with a charming smile, before I can say anything he's walking out the door.

  For a moment I sat dumbfounded. I knew for a fact I couldn't resist seeing him again, hoping for this man to once again hold me. I get up and get back to work, but I wasn't really working, rather, trying to make it to tonight.
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Hi everyone! Sorry this part took so long for me to release! High school is rough for someone who's chronically ill. I'm still writing the main plot of this in my head, but I'm hoping to write more than I have been. I hope you've been doing well, dear reader, I saw iDKHOW recently and it's given me an even bigger admiration and appreciation for Dallon Weekes! Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you in the next chapter hehe