#the hair/hood situation is a bit confusing but uhhh lets just pretend it makes sense

[turtleducsk]

who else loves the painted lady 😌☝🏼

[skiesofthesketchy]

Drunk

AN\\: lol it’s been literally forever. Oops. Anyway, I wrote this. So here you go. Let me know what you think! I take requests!!,,, unless ur request is like lame and I dont feel like it idk. Luv u all <3

Pairing: Dylan Sprayberry x reader ((sorry I don’t like putting in (Y/N) so I just put in Zoe okay))

Word count: 1,754

Warnings: na

I walk through the automatic doors and am greeted with an onslaught of people rushing in every direction, knocking into one another and looking frantic. I look side to side, trying to figure out where to find it in this mess of bodies. I see the produce aisle and start heading towards it. A lady in front of me spills popcorn everywhere. I keep walking, picking up my speed now, and bumping into people passing by. Suddenly, alarms start going off and sprinklers from the tall ceilings go off. People are yelling now and rush to the exit. But I’ve only got one thing on my mind and I’m not leaving here without it. I toss the hood of my sweatshirt up over my already soaked hair and stick my elbows out to plow past the people blocking my way. Suddenly, I see them.

The bananas. And there’s only one bunch left. I lunge for them and shout in victory as I finally manage to get ahold of them. I blink and discover someone else’s greedy hands on my bananas. I look up to a death glare matching my own, but on the face of none other than Ellen DeGeneres. I will not be defeated by her. I snatch the bananas away from her but the bunch breaks, leaving me with only one banana in my grasp, and five in hers. I cannot believe I have failed. I am a disgrace. Ellen smirks at me and pushes past me, sloshing in the puddles beneath our feet. The supermarket is empty now except for me, but I am too ashamed to move and I let the water from above soak me.

“Makin’ my way downtown. Walkin’ fast, faces pass and I’m homebound.”

Startled by my ringtone, I jolt up wondering where the hell I am. Oh, just my bedroom. I rub my eyes as I lazily reach for my cell phone. I pick it up and accidentally yawn instead of saying hello.

“Oh shit, Zoe. I’m sorry to wake you up.” I knew that voice all too well. Then again, the ringtone gave it away. 

“What? Oh no, you didn’t wake me up. I was just um...” yeah, I’m obviously still half asleep. I laugh softly, “Okay you did. What’s up Dyl?” 

“I’m really sorry to bother you, like so so sorry, the sorriest ever, but can you pick me up? Please?” You imagined him doing puppy dog eyes right now. He sounded pretty out of it.

“Dylan, have you been drinking again?” I asked him, already knowing the answer, as I start lacing up my converse. 

“Uhhh maybe?” I rolled my eyes, now throwing on a jacket. Typical Dylan, always needing me to pick him up in the middle of the night. I mean, I do lose a lot of sleep because of that boy, but I don’t mind. I’d rather him be safe instead of trying to drive himself home drunk. Plus, I feel somewhat honored that he would call me of all people when he needs help, if that makes sense. Not to mention, I may have a teeny, tiny crush on him. 

“Alright bud, where you at?”

“The elementary school.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Thank you so much, Zo. I can always count on you.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m great, I know. What would you do without me?” I tease. I grab my car keys and head out to my car.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about that a lot actually,” he said quietly. Confusion crossed my face. I wonder what he means by that. 

“Okay Dyl, I’ll be there in 10.” I’ll just ask him about it when I pick him up. And with that, I hung up and headed towards the school. 

I pull up to the parking lot of the small elementary school in the quiet neighborhood. I don’t see Dylan anywhere. I drive past the lit entrance to the school and towards the fence that surrounds the playground. My headlights reveal a figure on one of the swings, back facing me. I wait a few minutes for Dylan to get into my car but he doesn’t even turn around. He knows I’m here because of the lights.

I turn off the engine and hop out of the car. “Dylan, what are you doing? Come on, let’s get you home.”

He looked back at me and motioned for me to come over.  I quietly make my way to the swing beside Dylan and sit. Something about him is off. I mean, I know he’s drunk, but he is normally very childlike and happy when he’s drunk. A few more minutes of silence go by before I can’t stand it anymore. “Dylan,” I say, but he doesn’t respond or even look at me. “What’s wrong?”

Finally, he turns to me and I can see waves of emotions behind his eyes even in the darkness, but I can’t seem to read any of them. “I’ve just been thinking about some stuff lately,” he says, and turns back to look into the darkness. 

“What kind of stuff?” A few more moments of silence go by, and I wait in patience as I lightly swing myself by tapping my foot on the ground. I’ve never seen him like this- so distraught and confused. It’s like he’s debating something within his own mind. Debating on whether to tell me or not. 

I’m beginning to think he’s not going to answer when he turns to look at me. I can barely make out his face in the darkness but I can feel his eyes piercing into me. “Mostly you.”

I can feel my heart speed up and I don’t have the courage to look away, to even move. My mouth opens for me to speak, but no words come out. “Uh- um. How come?” I finally manage and I turn away and continue swinging.

I can still feel his eyes on me but I pretend not to notice as I wait for his answer. “Because I’m wondering if I even have a chance.”

My head snaps back to his direction and he looks.... ashamed? 

“A chance with me?” I honestly can’t believe this. I never in a million years thought he would ever see me as more than a friend. “What makes you say that, Dyl?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Because I’m just some loser that spends more nights drunk than sober, and always calls you for help. You probably only see me as someone you have to take care of like some kid or something.” His somber demeanor is long gone by now, as he explodes with desperate emotion. “Oh god, nevermind. I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t have even called you. You’re probably so fucking tired of me. Oh god, I’m sorry Zo. Forget I said anything.” His rambling ended with him storming away.

Before he could get too far and without a second thought, I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. He was avoiding my eyes and I could tell he was clenching his jaw. “You are not a loser. Not even close.” I looked down and entwined my fingers with his. “The fact that you would even think that just makes me so sad, because I care about you so so much Dyl.” 

I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking but I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. He finally looked at me and I could tell his eyes were as glossy as mine. “And you are not some child that I have to parent. Don’t ever think that you’re a burden on me, because you’re not, okay? You can count on me for anything and I am always happy to help.” 

He looked down and said nothing. “I mean it, Dylan.”

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him close. He immediately gave in to the hug and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that until he broke the silence.

“I really like you, Zo,” Dylan said with eyes boring into mine. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I actually love you but I’m not gonna tell you that right now or I’d scare you away. Except I just said that out loud already, huh?” His face squished as he became embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, which made him look at me optimistically. I honestly can’t believe he likes back. “It’s okay Dyl,” I said, bringing him closer to me again. “I’m pretty sure I kinda love you too.” 

His smiling face matched mine and we sort of laughed at the whole situation. Both our faces beaming happily now, I noticed Dylan look down at my lips, and bit his in the process. He leaned in but his lips came in contact with my cheek as I turned my head. “Let’s get you home now,” I said, walking away towards the direction of my car.

When I didn’t hear him respond I looked over my shoulder to find him right where I left him, mouth agape and disbelief across his face.

“What?”

“But, we just did the whole “confessing our love to each other” thing. Like in all those crappy movies you love. And- and you’re just gonna leave me hangin?”

“Oh please,” I laughed. “You probably won’t remember any of this. You can barely walk straight!” I started walking again.

He jogged to catch up with me. “Trust me. I’ll remember.” I went to open the door of my car, but Dylan leaned against it, arms folded and blocking me from getting in. The seriousness of the night washed away and became playful. I saw the smirk on his face and knew what he wanted.

“K, how bout this. If you remember everything that happened tomorrow, then you can have your kiss.” Dylan did not seem amused.

“I pinky promise, okay?” I held out my pinky and he looked at it skeptically. He knows that I do not break pinky promises, no matter what. After a few seconds of contemplation, he finally locked his pinky with mine. “Now move! It’s late and we both have stuff to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Dylan said, shuffling over to the passenger side of the car. “And promises to keep,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile playing at my lips. 

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