The Summer Fling (Chapter 2) - Dylan O’Brien
Title: “EMo Inlet Beach”
Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC
Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.
Summary: This is just some fluffy ass bullshit of them getting to know each other more. *shrugs*
You woke up, wrapped up in the blanket from the night before, your hood from your sweatshirt pulled over your head, and the warm, morning sun beginning to beat down on your face. You rubbed the sleep out of the corners of your eyes and glanced at the empty bottle of wine on the ground and the two glasses, with nothing more than red wine stains around the bottom, sitting on the coffee table. Dylan was no where to be found.
You hadn’t heard him get up and you wondered if he had gotten uncomfortable as the night went on and the two of you sat out on the deck alone, drinking and talking and dozing off together on the couch. You sighed and threw your legs over the edge of the couch, ruffled your hair so that it would look presentable, and grabbed the blanket, bottle and glasses.