Skephalo Oneshots

~11~

Prompt-  Darryl is having a bad *wink* day and some how, Zak can always make his days better (They hella close in this one, so if you wanna think they're already dating that's le bien)

Warning- Homophobia, the word pedophile is mentioned, very nasty customer (Karen)

AN//  Merci beaucoup à tous! Je vous aime et tout le soutien que vous avez tous montré ce livre!! Honestly it's amazing to me how much you all love this book. So, thank you again. I hope you guys enjoy, this one's a bit longer becuase i feel bad for not writing in so long. Also,  I'm thinking of starting a Dreamnotfound (Georgenotfound x Dream) book, what do you guys think about that? 

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"Road shimmer

Wiggling the vision

Heat heat waves

I'm swimming in a

Sometimes, all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

Heat waves been faking me out

Can't make you happier now"

The music softly playing from the radio on his drive home seemed to do nothing for Darryl, his nerves shot from the stressful day he had at his part time job as a librarian. People can be cruel this day in age. That fact came as no surprise to Darryl having been bullied for the better part of his life, but it was something he thought he'd be able to escape in growing up.

But Darryl never did have very good luck.

'It felt like a normal day, waking up at eight-thirty to eat breakfast, getting dressed in five minutes, and starting the car to drive ten minutes to work, it all felt familiar and typical. Until he stepped into the small-book filled building. It felt like someone was screaming in his head the moment his feet walked through the door, like something was warning him to just go home. But despite his gut feeling, he prevailed, organizing books and noting some he'd like to read in the future as he always did.

Then, they came through the door.

It was a small family, a wife, husband, and their three kids. The youngest of the three seemed no older than ten or so and looked scared, but excited to buy a book of her choosing. The second looked around thirteen or fourteen he, on the other hand, didn't at all seem like he wanted to be here. He was probably a gamer of some sort, judging by the way he was eyeing the discount movies and games section of the library. The last kid could have easily been the scariest looking teen Darryl had ever seen. He looked seventeen or so and stood an easy six foot three, possibly taller. Upon walking into the building, he was intimidating to say the least, pale skin, dark glaring eyes, feathery brown hair, and dark clothing. Immediately after stepping inside, letting the door close behind him, his eyes seemed to. . . light up? He pulled one of the headphones from his ears, his eyes dancing around the room as he looked at all the books on the shelves and posters littered about the walls.

Realizing his staring, Darryl quickly looked away, back to his task at hand. Even while putting books on their respective shelves, Darryl was close enough to the family to hear what they were talking about.