#poor dallon

[cemetarysurprise]

Hey at least hes not a pervert...!

[robinrunsfiction]

Valentine’s Challenge 2019 Day 7

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,100 Author’s Note: There is now a sequel to this story called Again

"Umm, hey Dallon, what's up?" You asked as you answered your phone.

"Hey (YN), how’s it going?”

“What’s up Dallon,” you repeated sternly.

“I was wondering if you can help me with something,” he replied, hardly deterred.

You groaned internally. "With what?"

"I'm working on this new album, and I'm having trouble pinpointing the sound I'm looking for."

"And you want my help?"

"If you're interested, I think you could really help," he answered sounding hopeful.

You sighed. "I can book you for some studio time next week if you want," you replied.

"Great, just text me when you're available and me and Ryan will be there then."

"Bye Dallon,” you said before quickly ending the call.

~

The following week, Dallon was scheduled to come in to record. He had texted you some of the details of the album and the concept he was going for, and you were intrigued, but every time his name flashed on your phone screen, you would be hit with a wave of frustration.

You and Dallon had dated for about a year before he got the gig with Panic! At The Disco. The amount of touring he had to do put a strain on your relationship. You both said things that you really didn't mean, but nonetheless, the damage was done. He ended things.

You wrapped yourself in your work and tried to ignore the lingering feelings. Eventually you and Dallon fell back into a chilly friendship, it was bound to happen since you did have a lot of mutual friends. You kept him at arms distance, not looking to be hurt by him again, and knowing he so easily could with his gorgeous looks, and tender nature. You really loved the dork. Loved. Past tense.

Now he was arriving at your studio with his friend Ryan to record some new tracks for this secret project. You did really like the direction and the vibe of the album and the concept of the band as well. You weren't surprised that he did end up calling you, as you did have some ideas that they ended up being really excited about as well, and none of the other producers they had met with seemed to understand.

There was a noticeable frostiness in the air at first, but you quickly realized that it was completely coming from you. As you worked with the guys, you let yourself warm up. Ryan was immediately a damn delight, and you made sure to tell him that, especially when Dallon was within earshot. You took to welcoming Ryan with a hug when he arrived for the day.

As much as you had worried about it, working with Dallon wasn’t bringing up old feelings, and after a few sessions you decided to let yourself relax around him and let your guard down. And then all the sudden you were having fun with both of them. And then you were looking forward to the next time the guys were gonna come in.

~

After the recording was done and you were listening back to the mixes, you texted Dallon that you needed to schedule time for them to come in and listen to the final versions of the songs.

Hey, Ryan’s out of town for a while, but he’s ok with me finishing this without him

It’s your record, I’m just here to help. Come in on the 14th?

See u then

You felt slightly awkward that you were inviting your ex to work on Valentine’s Day, but there was no other time you were available since no one else wanted to be in that day, having much more romantic or sexy plans.

Dallon arrived promptly, as always, which you appreciated about him, and you settled into listening to the final mixes of the albums. You had worried that not having Ryan, or the dumb holiday, would create some weirdness between the two of you, but Dallon didn’t seem to notice and you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Yea, I think we nailed it,” you said confidently as the last song faded out.

“Yea, other than those minor tweaks, we got it.”

You smiled at Dallon and he smiled back shyly.

“So how soon is this thing coming out? You looking to sign the band soon?”

Dallon explained that they weren’t signed yet, and how the whole process is a secret and they were hoping to start some shows soon. It was so easy to listen to Dallon talk, especially when he was talking about something he was passionate about. He had a way with writing, storytelling, and words in general that would wrap you up and draw you in. Soon you realized you were leaning in toward him and he was smiling.

“It’s getting kinda late, I didn’t realize we had hung out this long,” you said getting up. You were suddenly unnerved that he was able to captivate you for that long.

“Yea, I should get home,” he replied standing up as well, closer to you than you realized.

You looked up at Dallon and before you could say anything, he had your face cupped between his large, strong hands and his lips were on yours. They were as soft as you remembered. Warm and comforting. He took a step forward and you took a step back and suddenly you were backed against the sound board. You pressed your hands against his chest, remembering the feeling of how it felt to press against his bare skin.

He deepened the kiss as one hand found its way to your hair and the other to your waist, slipping under the hem of your shirt, just like everything else about him, warm. You remembered the feeling of his hands on your back, holding you close through the night. You missed that. You missed him. You loved him. Past tense.

And suddenly your hands were pushing him back.

“Dallon, I can’t do this to myself again,” you said breathlessly, looking down.

“(YN), you don’t mean that, you know how right that felt,” he said running a hand through his hair. “I miss you. I think I still love you.”

“You think? You ended things Dallon. You were the one who walked away,” you replied, looking up at him, anger rising up.

“It was a mistake.” You could tell from the look in his eyes he meant it.

“That doesn’t change things.”

“These last few weeks recording with you again have been so much fun, its been so much better.”

You grabbed your hair out of frustration and sank down in your chair. “Dallon, I can’t.” You spun the chair around, so you weren’t facing him, feeling the tears welling up. You heard him pick up his jacket and then the door closing behind him.

Masterlist

[tuckersrule]

Some nice descriptions of Dallon in throam

[tuckersrule]

This makes me a little sad

[iwriteblogpostsnotsongs]

Dallon Weekes fell on stage today and omg I feel so bad for him. Like, he's fine and all, but still

[unsolvedbfsarchive-blog]

why was dallon in the back w a mask on his face for the v&v cover poor dallon

[genderqueerkilljoy]

Panic! at the Disco's Wikipedia page

[turnoffthlights]

do you think that dallon ever searches his name on twitter so he can weep about not being the favorite member and always being loved less than ryan?