Wow, it’s been a really long time, hasn’t it?  January ended up being a crazy whirlwind of working on things that I can’t post and feeling soft of meh about the stuff I was creating in my free time.  But I think I’m feeling better about my work now so…here have a little fox!  It’s still super cold where I live, but I’m counting down the days until spring!


Pairing: Reader x Dylan Sprayberry
Warnings: lots of fluff

A/N: Hiyaaaa guys! Wow, ehhhhh… pretty long ago since I posted something. I feel reallyyyy reallyyyy bad.. So, here you go! Thought it was the appropriate timing to write this request, seeing as Coachella is actually coming up and I’m just sitting here in my bedroom watching the livestream, dreaming of being there one day :’) Hope you enjoy!!

“Oh my god, Y/N! It’s been months since we’ve last seen you!” Posey yells, walking up to you. It’s true, you haven’t been on set for a long time, mainly because you don’t live near it. But you hadn’t seen your boyfriend Dylan Sprayberry in a few months, and seeing as Coachella is coming up as well, you decided to visit the Teen Wolf set.

“T-Pose!! Can’t believe you’re here either, such a coincidence!” You say, sarcasm obvious. You hug and chat a bit, waiting for Dylan to wrap up the scene he was currently filming for season 6. So you both talked about work and stuff. “I heard you are going to Coachella?” Tyler asks you. “Yeah! Wish Dyl could come with me, actually I wish all of you could come, but I understand work comes first, y’know.” You respond, obviously understanding that it is hard to get time off of work. Luckily you managed to get some time off of work, so you could spend some time at Coachella with a few friends. “Ah I would looooove to go to Coachella! Looks amazing every year. Especially with that frickin’ good line-up. But yeah, can’t let the show down.” You nod, completely understanding. “There’s some crazy people this year, Ellie Goulding, Jack Ü, and lots of other amazing people.” You say, knowing that Tyler is a huge music fan himself. It’s also one of the many things you and Dylan have in common, a huge passion and love for music. 

Just in that moment, Dylan walks over to you and gives you a big hug and a kiss. “Hey babe,” he says, clearly excited to see you, “hope Tyler has been a good company while I was wrapping up this long ass scene?” You all laugh about that. “Yeah, we were just chatting a bit about Coachella and work and other basic stuff.” You say, just kind off shrugging it off. “Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to catch up, see you later Y/N!” Tyler hugs you and then hugs Dylan. 

On the way to Dylan’s temporary place, where he stays while filming, he seems quiet. “Something on your mind, babe?” You ask, worry in your voice. “Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’. Yep, something is definitely going on. You roll your eyes, knowing you’ll get it out of him sooner or later. Once you arrive at his place, the tension is unbearable, so you decide to ask him again. “You sure there’s nothing on your mind?” He definitely noticed that you’re annoyed at him. “Don’t know, why don’t you go ask Tyler? Maybe talk about Coachella some more?” He sounds upset. No, he is upset. Wait, about the Coachella thing? “Wait what, are you upset about not going to Coachella? Babe, you kn-” You start, but are cut off. “No! That’s not it at all, I know I can’t go and I’m okay with that. But I thought music was our thing, so hearing you talk about it to other people so passionately, it just-it just feels like - ugh, never mind..” His voice is angry, but he is hurt. You never thought he’d get jealous about you talking to someone else about music. 

You sit next to him on the couch, putting your arms around his neck. He doesn’t move. “It is our thing. I didn’t know you were gonna be upset about me talking to Posey about Coachella. It’s nothing like how we talk about music. It was just because we are both really interested in it. Our conversations are on a whole other level of passion. You know I only love you, babe.” You whisper to him. You see the goosebumps on his skin as he registers every word you just spoke to him. “I know, I love you, too. And I-I was just stupid, getting jealous over something so stupid. You should be able to do whatever you want to do, be able to talk about whatever you want to talk about to anyone you want to talk with.” He says back, his words filling your heart with warmth. “God, I missed you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his temple.