Emo Trinity x Reader

Dallon Weekes x Reader - Pizza

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Reader: female
Word count: 1 395

It had been a long day at work, and a stressful one at that. Sure, it had not been the most stressful day you had ever had, but you were happy none the less when you reached your front door. It was eight pm already, but the sun was still shining, reminding your just how long summer days could be. Inside you kicked off your shoes, fancy ones with heels that were made for anything but standing or walking in them. For a moment you massaged your feet, pitying your toes for having been squeezed in the tight material the whole day, then you got up to change into something more comfortable, and especially something where you did not have to wear this stupid bra.

A few minutes later you reemerged from the bedroom, now dressed in soft sweatpants and one of your husband Dallon's shirts. You walked through the apartment, wondering when he would be home, and realized just how hungry you were. You skipped to the fridge, to see what food there was left and improvise a quick dinner. The light in the fridge only revealed disappointment to you though. Apart from a few barbeque sauces, there was not much left to eat, especially nothing that would make a decent dinner. You sighed a little, not really having expected anything else. You had told Dallon to go grocery shopping this morning, but he had most likely forgotten about it and now it was too late; all the shops were closed now.

Your mother would probably have started a discussion about healthy food and how nutrients influenced the quality of living, but she was not here, so without feeling guilty in the slightest you grabbed the flyer of the pizzeria that was pinned against the fridge, the magnet with the colosseum that you had gotten in Rome the other summer, clicked against the metal of the fridge door. You quickly read through the different options. It had been ages since either Dallon or you had ordered pizza. You decided to get one for Dallon as well, already knowing his favorite pizza, but you were not really sure which one you wanted for a while. When you had finally decided against the one you always picked, telling yourself that the other one was also good and that you should give it a chance instead of always eating the same, you quickly called the pizzeria. You were surprised how easy it seemed talking to the man on the other end. Usually you hated talking to people over the phone, but apparently your hunger was big enough to get over this little problem. You were already pretty excited for the food, now that you had read through the menu several times. You had just hung up the phone when Dallon came home.

You welcomed him in the corridor, hugging him and pecking his lips in a quick kiss. He looked tired from the day in the studio and so you helped him to get out of his shoes and the thin jacket he had been wearing. He walked over into the living room, falling down onto the sofa. You sat next to him and asked how his day had been. He was a little quiet this evening, obviously not very much in the mood to tell you everything, but he spoke a little about the progress they had made during recording.

For a while you sat in silence, then he suddenly pushed you a little to the side so you were falling over into the cushions, and pulled your feet into his lap.

"I'm sorry for not asking about your day," he mumbled tiredly, starting to gently massage your feet, knowing you loved it when he did that.

"No worries, nothing major happened anyway," you told him, extending your arm and reaching to run your fingers down his arm.

You knew him well enough to know when he was exhausted, and he could get a little moody, so you tried not to bother him, waiting for him to make the first move. At least he wanted you around, otherwise he would not have started massaging your feet so carefully. You hummed a little at the nice feeling his touch was spreading through your body, and you were sure you had seen a smile tug at the corners of his lips.

"Anything minor then," he inquired, glancing over to your face.

"Nah, not really. Melissa's husband crashed their car the other day, but he's fine, " you recalled. "And Christa is mad that her best friend chose their sister as godmother for their baby instead of her."

"Christa with the vodka," Dallon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Christa with the vodka." Somehow that had become Christa's name between Dallon and you. It all lead back to a Christmas party a few years ago, back when Dallon and you had first started dating. Some of the girls at the office wanted to pull a prank on Christa and offered her water out of a vodka bottle. You knew it was water because you had watched how they had filled the empty bottle under the tap. For some reason Christa had thought it was real alcohol, and had started behaving increasingly drunk over the course of the evening. The next the day, when everyone had revealed to her that it had only been water, she said you were all liars, and that it really had been vodka. Dallon and you still wondered what exactly had happened. Your best theory was, that it was some sort of placebo effect, since both of you had also drunken from the water in the vodka bottle.

"And I ordered pizza," you remembered.

"Oh, I can really use some pizza now," Dallon grinned.

"Knew you'd like it," you winked, making him laugh.

A few minutes later your waiting paid off when the doorbell rang. Dallon opened the door and paid the delivery boy, and you walked into the kitchen getting plates and knifes. When you came back into the living room, he was already peeking into the boxes.

"Oh, you ordered my favorite," he cheered.

"I just know you too good," you giggled, trying to walk past Dallon to take a seat on the couch, but he stopped you.

"Nah-ah, you can't get past the guardian of the pizzas just like that," he declared, stretching his arms to the sides so you could not get to the pizza.

"Dal, I'm hungry," you whined, not feeling up for his little games, now that the pizza was within reach, even though you were glad he had cheered up again.

"You need to pay a fee first," he told you with serious voice and pointed to his lips, indicating he wanted a kiss from you.

You rolled your eyes and took a step back, extending the hand with the knives as if you were attacking him, but making sure they were a safe distance away from his body.

"Never stand between a girl and her pizza," you threatened in a theatrical tone.

Dallon's eyes grew wide and he lifted his hands up in mock-defeat, letting you sit down on the couch. He watched as you skillfully moved his pizza on one of the plates and put it on the table in front of where he would be sitting, and then repeating the same thing with your own pizza.

"Are you gonna eat standing or something," you wondered, blinking up at him.

"I'm just scared to get too close to your pizza. I don't wanna get killed," he joked.

You raised your eyebrows at him as if to say 'oh really'.

"Nah, just kidding. I'm admiring the view," he laughed and sat down next to you, so close that his leg was brushing against yours.

"Are you now, hm," you asked. "You smooth little..."

"Don't say it," Dallon warned, and you knew he would tackle you if you said 'fucker'.

"Unicorn."

You watched in amusement how Dallon's mouth hung open for a moment.

"You're gonna pay for that," he groaned.

"Oh will I now," you giggled, quickly leaning over and capturing his lips in the kiss he had demanded earlier. "That payment enough?"

Dallon groaned quietly again, this time almost sounding a little helpless. "I fucking love you, you know that?"

"Now I do," you joked, kissing him again.