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

Dark, Dark Nights, And Violent Things 🌙

TW: Guns, blood, and murder.
e/c - Eye color
y/f/ic - Your favorite ice cream

I had underestimated how far the pier had been from the dinner party. After nearly a half hour long drive we saw bright lights, fun colors, accompanied by the scent and sound of the salty ocean.

"A little out of the way, I'm sorry" I admit, rather flustered "Thought it was closer."

"That's alright..." My driver, the man (you know the one), tells me as he finds room to park. He looks over at me, my rouge mirrored onto his cheeks. "... Anything to spend time and get to know you." He adds coyly.

I could feel myself swoon and have my hopes confirmed- this man was so into me like I was into him. A little grin appears on my lips before we get out of the car. "In that case..." I say, getting closer to him, "Why don't you hold me like you do?" For a moment I feel like hurling at my words. I was never the one for flirting... but my opinion quickly changed as I felt an arm smoothly slip around me like a snake, as the man with his arms around me held onto my waist.

"Will do, dear." He winks at me before looking at the- now rather intimidating and packed pier ahead of us. "Where shall we go? I don't come here often, but it sounds like you do."

"Well, darling," I retort, "What are you in the mood for? Ice cream? The arcade down the road? Last I was here their little amusement park was still open." I list the ideas like the back of my hand. "Theres the beach, but its cold, and theres shopping, but this place is touristy- so... pricey."

The man holds me tight as he's deep in thought. I notice his brow knit together and how he bites the left side of his inner lower lip as he thinks. "Ice.. cream?" He offers. I grin and nod, leading down the road to my favorite ice cream place in the area.

His pov;

Their nose squinches up and their eyes shut a bit as they grin at me. I find it adorable, and they lead me down the crowded sidewalks.

The pier was never my choice of entertainment. Too many shirtless men and too many brats trying to dig into your wallet. However, if it made my date made of sapphires happy, I'll say I was content. I wanna know more about them, so as we head away from the crowd I try to start conversation.

"So... uhm... tell me more about yourself..?" I ask, sounding more like I was begging.

"I meann there's much you don't know about me. I'm a barista, I like dyeing my hair. I used to be a cosmetologist, and I like music. I live with the girl with the rat skull necklace." They ramble, But for the most part I'm more interested in their e/c eyes that glittered with the lights in the night and their blue hair that shined brighter than everyone else.

"The who?" I inquire, their last sentence been the only thing I really heard.

"The girl with the rat skull necklace!" They repeat joyfully.

"Do I know her..?" I ask still as confused.

"Yeah! She was at the concert with me and- oh wait.." The pause their words, looking around and clearing their throat. "Oh I forgot you weren't paying attention to her" They admit sheepishly. I chuckle.

"Damn right, dear." I smirk and look around. "Is that the place?" I ask, pointing out a small building the screamed 1950's.

"Yes!" They squealed, nearly running into the street to get to it.

"Woahhh there," I grabbed them by the hand as a car nearly took them out. I kept holding onto their hand as I looked for a safe time to cross the street. When the opportunity was provided, I led them across the street with haste to the ice cream shop, not once letting go of their hand. We enter and look at the flavors and I notice the person beside me shuffling about, their blue hair waving about.

"Decide what you're gonna get?" They ask, starting to walk up to the counter to order. I nod and head up with them.

"I'll take a uh... small pistachio... with marshmallow." I order, "in a bowl, please."

"I'll have a y/f/ic with (topping) in a sugar cone." My date says quickly after, yanking their card out to pay quicker than I could even process. I chuckle, feeling rather touched by the gesture.

"Aw dearie you didn't need to..." I mumble sheepishly.

"You took me out to dinner, I pay for dessert." They replied coyly, taking their card out of the card reader and stuffing it back into their wallet. "You deserve to be treated too, lovey."

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After waiting around for our ice cream we grabbed our orders and left, wandering the streets of The Pier. We ate and chatted, I even tried to flirt with the my date with sapphire hair.

"So... why'd you even dye your hair such a specific blue?" I ask them, wrapping an arm around their shoulder as we turned a corner towards a ferris wheel. We got in line to board it.

"Oh, haha, no real reason.. just like the color, a-and your eyes.. are pretty..." Their voice grew small with the last words, but it was enough to fluster me. I felt like an idiot with how big of a grin I had on my face as we borded the giant wheel.

"That's so... touching. All because of me?" I ask, nearly in disbelief. They nodded and I wouldn't have been shocked if my grin grew bigger, I felt like my face would tear.

The ferris wheel ascended and for the most part the two of us were in a content silence, in awe of one another. "The blue suits you. It brings out your own eyes." I whisper, leaning a little toward them.

"T-thank you" They whispered back, leaning closer to me as well.

"This might be stupid to say but..." I start, leaning even closer, the tension between us something electric as our lips were mere inches apart. "I think you're the most beautiful person I gave ever met, dear..." My eyes became heavy with longing.

"I think... I think the same of you." They replied, also leaning in even closer. Our eyes were glued to each other as mine fluttered shut and I started to lean furthe-

"I'M SO SICK OF THIS. THE WAY WE LIVE IS GONNA KILL US ALL."

we both leaned back, that voice it was familiar...

"ARENT YOU ALL SICK OF IT? LIVING IN ANNONYMITY?"

the voice questioned an omniscient crowd again through a megaphone. I realized the voice.

I quickly looked down, and there he was, his voice raw and cracking with emotion and vocal exertion.

"we NEED to take action, folks, or else we WILL NOT SURVIVE."

Cop cars had surrounded the area, those government pigs started running after the man trying to take away his megaphone and to arrest him.

"my name is Brendon." He shouted out to the crowd, and right afterward a shot pierced everyone's ears. Afterward, ringing, and screaming.

My best friend, the lead singer of the band I had been seeing when I met this absolute angel of a person (who I would never had wanted to witness this massacre,) had been shot. There he bled out in the crowd of crazed pedestrians and I had to sniffle a cry.

Brendon was dead.