Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Dallon Weekes x Reader - Someone Who Loves You as Much

Request: i NEED MORE DALLON PLEASE ❤️❤️❤️
Warnings: asshole former classmate
Word count: 2 419
A/N: Surprise, I'm still alive!

"And before we play this last song, let's hear it one more time for the amazing Midnight Demons!"

You rubbed your towel through your hair, and grinned as you heard Dallon demand applause for your band again. You were on tour with iDKHOW, and the band you were playing guitar in, The Midnight Demons, was the opening band. Tonight was special, since you had been playing in your hometown. You wanted to show you band mates, Dallon, Ryan, and the crew your favorite bar, which was not far from the venue, so you had quickly taken a refreshing after-show-shower in the little bathroom that belonged to the dressing room. You felt immediately relaxed from the hot water, and the fresh shampoo, which smell had engulfed you entirely, while you had listened to Dallon and Ryan playing over the water. The bass had been still loud enough to make your heart vibrate, and it was a strange feeling that only a few walls separated you from the audience which had whole-heartedly sung along to the Midnight Demons' music.

Now you were dressed in one of your favorite shirts, wearing some comfortable jeans, and your hair was still a little wet, but you did not mind.

Soon deafening applause sounded from the stage, and a few seconds later Ryan and Dallon entered the dressing room.

"(Y/n)," Ryan cheered, and offered you a high-five, "is that your shampoo? It smells fantastic!"

You nodded and poked Ryan's hand with your index finger, making him giggle.

"It's mine, yeah. Thanks."

"Can I borrow it," Ryan asked excitedly.

You raised your eyebrows at him in surprise, but then you shrugged and nodded. Ryan grinned and grabbed the bottle out of your still open bag, took his towel, and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Good show?"

You turned to Dallon, who had whipped off his forehead with a towel, and was about to change into a fresh, not sweaty shirt. You quickly turned away again, not wanting to invade Dallon's privacy, but also to hide the blush that rose to your cheeks. You were a grown-up, why was the naked chest of a man making you blush so hard? Probably it was the fact that it was Dallon, because any other person would have left you stone-cold.

"I can't complain," you answered, speaking against a wall. "Actually I think I finally manage these super weird riffs in the last song. Took me ages to get these right."

"I never noticed," Dallon answered, "you can turn back now."

You turned back to Dallon and shrugged, "I'm good at improvising."

Dallon giggled and nodded, grabbing his bag, and pointing towards the door.

"Shall we?"

You flung your own backpack over your shoulder, and stepped through the door Dallon held open with you, smiling at him as a thank you.

You had almost reached the door to the parking lot, when Dallon suddenly groaned.

"I forgot something in the changing room; I'm back in a sec."

"Do you want me to wait," you asked, your hand already resting on the cold metal door handle.

"Nah, it's fine, you go to the bus," Dallon assured you before he turned around, and quickly walked back into the direction you had come from.

Cold air brushed over your skin as you pushed the door open. Outside it was dark, apart from the street lanterns that lit up the parking lot. You had made a few steps when you noticed a group of about five teenagers, waiting a few meters away from the door, their eyes fixed on you as you stepped into the night. They all were holding papers and probably photographs, and mobile phones. You were familiar with this scenario. There were always a hand-full of fans, which found the backstage door, and waited for you and the other musicians after the show. You smiled even though you were kind of tired and looking forward to get to that little bar you wanted to take your friends to, but meeting fans always was your favorite thing on tour. So you lifted your hand in greeting, and pulled the fabric of your sweatshirt tighter around your body, trying to protect yourself from the cold.