whirlwind: diyue ficlets

"you've ruined me."

"dylan..."

"hmm?"

"dylaaaan..."

"HMMMMM?"

"dylan dylan dylan DYLAAAAAANNNN!!"

"HOLYMOTHEROFMOONCAKES WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, WOMAN."

"wake uuuup."

"i AM up. how do you think i picked up this call?"

"your eyes are still closed."

"no they aren't. they're open."

"liar. i know they're closed. i KNOW you."

"fine. they're open. just not very big. maybe halfway. happy?"

"i can't sleep."

"OMG REALLY?!"

"shut up, dylan."

"gladly. bye, yue."

"what the fa. dylaaaaaan."

"it's 3am, babe. what do you want from me?"

"i miss you."

"i miss you too. but right now i kinda miss sleep more than i do you."

"HOW DARE YOU."

"yue, baby. just tell me what's wrong already."

"i can't sleep without you."

"are you wearing one of my shirts? did you spray the pillow with my cologne?"

"how do you know i have your shirt? AND your cologne?"

"i know everything, woman. AND your whole bed smelled like me the last time i slept over. i thought i was sleeping with ME."

"oops.  ...are you mad i borrowed your things?"

"no, i'm not mad you STOLE my stuff."

"i'm going to return them, so it's borrowing."

"without permission. stealing."

"smartass."

"you love me."

"i do. and right now i miss you so much i can't sleep."

"are you comfortable? all wrapped in your blanket like a sushi roll?"

"no. i'm telling you! it doesn't work."

"what doesn't work?"

"all of them! your shirt, your scent, the rain sound, rolling in my blankets...  you've ruined me."

"i'm ... sorry?"

"what am i supposed to do!"

"is that a pout i hear?"

"are you serious right now?"

"okay, okay. well... i guess you should just never go to sleep without me then."

"how am i supposed to do that?"

"i don't know. maybe you should--"

"oh i know! you should come to my place and --"

"NO."

"you haven't even heard all of it!"

"i dont need to. look, i love you and any other night i would gladly do whatever it is you want me to do. but not tonight, okay. i have been on 4 flights in the last 3 days and i have to be at the airport again in ...... ugh, 5 hours? yue baby, can you please let me sleep. just tonight. i swear any other night--"

"okay, fine. can you please open the door then?"

"what?"

"i'm here, right outside your door."

"what?"

"open the door, dylan. open the door so i can come in and you can sleep."

"you were on your way here ALL ALONG?"

"yep."

"couldn't you just ring the door bell when you get here like a normal person?"

"oh but where's the fun in that?"

"you'll be the death of me. i swear."

(16 March 2019)

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author's note:

hello, it's been a while 😶

i hope you enjoy this short diyue convo that came out of my sleep addled mind two nights ago. i couldnt sleep and kept spamming my best friend on our chatroom whining about not being able to sleep. 

in the morning when she woke up, she replied only to 2 out of the 8 or 10 messages i sent and i was a little miffed tbvh. but then i thought .... "hmmm what would the dynamics be between diyue when one of them couldnt sleep?" and so i started typing and idk why i made yy the whiny one who couldnt sleep. maybe because i'm continuing their dynamics from "2 a.m. in santorini" (which is the fic about 2 chapters before this one, for those who havent read it). i feel like this scene could happen after the events in that fic. what do you think?

thanks again for reading. and for the votes, comments and all around positive thoughts and good vibes. i appreciate you all. take care and be well, fam!