The quarry x reader

Dylan lenivy x male reader

((Just remembered I started writing this decided to try and write a little I may come back and make more but only if I can make up some ideas if you read this thank you. Gonna be dumping a few things I wrote before I stopped updating word count: 1312))

It had been a hectic few weeks for both of you. Between work, errands, and everything else that life seemed to throw your way, you and Dylan hadn't had much time to spend together. So, when the weekend finally rolled around, you decided enough was enough. It was time for a proper date. Something simple, but special.

You shot Dylan a text in the morning, proposing the idea.

Y/N: How do you feel about dinner at that café you like and a walk afterward?

It didn't take long for Dylan to reply, the excitement practically leaping off the screen.

Dylan: Sounds perfect! I've missed spending time with you.

That settled it. You both agreed on a time, and as the day drifted by, you found yourself anticipating the evening. The weather had cooled significantly over the past few days—autumn was in full swing, and you knew the air would be chilly once the sun went down. Still, there was something comforting about the idea of bundling up and enjoying the crispness of the season.

When the time came, you dressed warmly, pulling on your favorite jacket and grabbing a blanket just in case. After all, Dylan had a habit of underdressing for the weather.

You arrived at his place right on time, knocking on the door lightly. When it opened, Dylan stood there, looking effortlessly handsome, as always. He flashed you a smile that made your heart do a little flip.

"You ready?" you asked, grinning.

"Born ready," he replied, grabbing his jacket before stepping out. It was a light jacket, not nearly warm enough for the cold evening ahead, but you decided to let it slide for now.

The café was a short drive away, and the ride over was filled with easy conversation and laughter. Dylan talked about his latest project at work, something that had been keeping him busy for days, and you chimed in with stories from your own week. It felt good to finally have time to just relax and catch up, without the rush of daily life hanging over you.

When you arrived at the café, it was even cozier than you remembered. The warm glow of the lights inside contrasted sharply with the cool air outside, and you were more than happy to step inside and take off your jackets. The smell of freshly baked bread and coffee greeted you as you entered, and a small fire crackled in the corner. It was the perfect spot for a chilly evening.

The two of you found a booth near the window, where you could watch the leaves falling outside while staying warm. Dylan ordered his usual—some kind of complicated coffee drink that you never could quite figure out—and you ordered something simple. Dinner was a leisurely affair, with no rush, just the two of you enjoying each other's company. The conversation flowed easily, and Dylan's laughter filled the room whenever you cracked a joke. His eyes lit up in a way that made you feel like you could stay in this moment forever.

After you finished your meal, the evening sky had darkened, and the air outside had grown colder. You stepped out of the café, both of you pulling your jackets tighter as you made your way to the park. The quiet streets were bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, and the trees lining the path had begun shedding their leaves, creating a golden carpet beneath your feet. There was a certain peacefulness to it, like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

But as you walked, you couldn't help but notice that Dylan seemed to be getting colder. He kept rubbing his hands together and pulling his jacket tighter around himself, though he tried to hide it with his usual easygoing demeanor.

"Are you cold?" you asked, glancing over at him.

He gave you a little smile and shrugged. "I'm fine. Just didn't think it'd be this cold tonight."

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You're shivering. Here—"

Before he could protest, you pulled the blanket from your bag and draped it around his shoulders. It was one of those soft, oversized blankets you always kept for moments like this. The kind that felt like a warm hug on a cold night.

Dylan looked surprised at first, blinking down at the blanket now wrapped around him. Then, his expression softened. "You didn't have to bring this."

"You're freezing, and I'm not letting you freeze out here," you said with a grin, adjusting the blanket so it covered him properly. "Besides, I had a feeling you'd need it."

He smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around himself as he sidled closer to you. "You always think of everything."

As you continued walking, Dylan looped his arm around yours, and the blanket ended up draped over both of you. The chill in the air was still there, but now, with Dylan pressed against your side, it was more bearable. The warmth of his body against yours, and the comfort of being wrapped in the blanket together, made the evening feel even more special. The park was quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant sound of cars in the city.

"This is nice," Dylan murmured after a while, his voice soft. "Just us, no rush, no noise."

You smiled, leaning into him a little more. "It's perfect."

The two of you walked in silence for a bit longer, enjoying the peace of the moment. Every now and then, Dylan would shift a little closer, his shoulder brushing against yours, and you'd tighten the blanket around both of you.

Eventually, the night began to grow even colder, and you could see your breath coming out in soft puffs. It was time to call it a night, even though neither of you really wanted to leave the quiet comfort of the park.

Dylan sighed contentedly as you made your way back to the car. "I don't think I've had a date this nice in a long time."

"I'm glad," you said, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the blanket. "We should do this more often."

"Definitely."

When you pulled up in front of Dylan's place, the night had fully set in, the sky clear and scattered with stars. You parked the car and turned to him, a little hesitant to end the night.

Dylan unwrapped himself from the blanket and turned to face you, his expression soft. "Thanks for tonight. I really needed this."

"Me too," you said with a smile.

There was a pause, a quiet moment where neither of you spoke, just looking at each other. Then, Dylan leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Get home safe, okay?"

"I will," you promised, feeling your face warm from the gesture.

He gave you one last smile before slipping out of the car, the blanket still draped over his shoulders like a cape. You watched him head up to his door, and just before he went inside, he turned back and waved. You waved back, feeling a soft flutter in your chest.

As you drove away, the night air still crisp outside, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. It had been a simple date—nothing fancy or extravagant—but it was perfect. And you knew that even though the evening was over, there were many more moments like this waiting for the two of you.

And next time, you'd make sure to bring two blankets.