Emo Trinity x Reader

Dallon Weekes x Reader - Drunk Confession

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Warnings: alcohol
Word count: 2 259

You should have seen this coming when Dallon asked you to go out for drinks with him and his bandmate Ryan. And you should have made more effort in denying Ryan his proposition in getting Dallon home. But Dallon had been too insistent and clingy for you to say no. Luckily you had not drunk any alcohol, so you were still allowed to drive, making it a lot easier to get a super drunk Dallon back to his home. You imagined having to get him home with public transport and a shiver ran down your spine. Luckily you had the car, but it had been a challenge to get Dallon in there as well.

First of all he was so drunk that he couldn't walk properly anymore and the moment he noticed you were trying to help him, he started to lean onto you. The problem only was that he was taller than you, he was taller than all the people you knew, so walking with most of the weight of some freakishly tall dude on you was pretty difficult.

When you tried to grab your keys from your pocket and could not find them immediately, he wanted to help you, which would have been fine if it had been a bag, but it was not so you had to stop him from shoving his hands into your jeans pockets, while trying to find the keys.

Getting someone as tall and increasingly motor limited into a small car like yours seemed to be its own science, at least when it came to Dallon. You guided his head with your hand so he would not bump it against the car frame, but then you had to let go of his head to get his legs into the car as well. The second you had placed both his legs in the car, he tried to get out again and it took several attempts and lots of explaining that he had to keep all his limbs inside the car.

Then he did not want to buckle in his seat belt. Or rather: he did not understand what you meant when you asked if he was buckled in after you had taken place behind the wheel. A look over to his side showed you, he had not fastened his belt, so you got out again and tried to help him. For some reason Dallon thought that you wanted to undress him though and declared innocently that he would prefer kissing you first before sleeping with you. You mumbled something about not minding to sleep with him no matter having kissed him first or not. This was not very far from the truth, since your crush on the bassist seemed to get worse and worse with every day, and seeing him in this awkwardly state, completely out of control, only increased your affection for him. Luckily he seemed not to have heard your words and a few swatted away hands later you had buckled him in safely.

Now, that you had finally managed to get driving, he had turned up the radio and was singing along to a Lumineers song rather loudly and slurred, but surprisingly hit all the notes. You smiled over at him. You had seen Dallon drunk only once or twice before in your life, but this was, as annoying as it was, pretty adorable. You had made it halfway through the city towards his house when he started playing with the window. He brought the window up and down a few times, allowing fresh evening air to stream into the car. Then he poked his head outside, still singing. Between songs he giggled about the wind in his hair and asked if you wanted to join him. A few minutes later that game seemed to get boring, and he retreated back into the car, but leaving the window open.

Suddenly, out of nowhere he started sniffling. Worried you looked over and saw that he was rubbing his eyes.

"Are you okay, Dal," you wondered, trying not to take your eyes off of the dark road.

"You don't want me," he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

"What do you mean," you asked carefully, but you had an idea what he was talking about.

"You don't want to sleep with me," he pouted, looking out of the open window.

"I never said that," you told him, reaching over to pat his knee.