#dylan au

Dylan is a Enfield. Enfields are a Mythical Chimeric from Ireland. Often they have the head of a fox, talons of a bird, body of a wolf and greyhound and the tail of a lion. However, Dylan has the torso of a fox, talons, back legs of a wolf, and an oddly shaped tail.

In this AU he is around sixteen years old, and his background has changed a little to fit the AU.

Dylan likes to call himself and try to make others believe he is 'The Púca'. Another mythical being from ireland origins. The púca is a spirit, and depending on it's mood it can bring AMAZING luck, or complete chaos. The púca is a shape-shifter at will, Which Dylan can not do. He will make excuses, such as "I don't want too" or "I'm not old enough too". The púca like to be alone, Dylan will say he does but gets VERY lonely...

Anyway. Dylan lived in ireland when he was a young pup, his family belonged to some humans. After they died, his father (jesse) would not budge from their corpses (Enfields stay next to the dead to protect their bodies.). Dylan found such sentiment stupid, and couldn't stand there. He did everything to make his father move, but he tried to move the bodies one time, and his father swiped at him and attacked (hence the scar on his snout.) He was then casted out for disrespecting the fallen. Through travels, he kept getting captured since he was a lone enfield...

His personality: I'm keeping his general personality. Sassy, defensive, but a bit more stubborn and hostile instead of wise-cracking. He still jokes, but it's in a very sarcastic sassy mannner

More things of course in rp

You watched your favorite series most of the time. Even though it was quite warm outside, you stayed in, sharing a blanket together on your couch. With his arms wrapped around you, you had your back leaned against him, not realizing that he was watching you the whole time instead of the TV.

He couldn’t get the kiss out of his head, the first kiss that you shared and it wasn’t the only one you shared after that. You shared a few kisses here and there but it was never developing into something more, no make-out sessions on your couch. Every time, you tilted your head back, looking at the gorgeous man, he placed a kiss on your forehead, your eyes closing each time.

There was this moment; Dylan was cooking dinner with music playing in the background. You sneaked your arms around his waist, intertwining your fingers in front of him. Dylan put the wooden spoon aside and turned around, your arms stills holding onto him. He grabbed your face and placed a lingering kiss on your lips, pulling away too soon for your liking. You whined and pouted your lips, asking for another kiss. Dylan smiled, shaking his head at you. He couldn’t believe that you were feeling the same.

“Give me this dance and you get another kiss,” he whispered in your ear, holding his hand out for you to take. You took it immediately and followed him to your living room. He put one hand on your lower back, the other one holding onto your hip. You put your hands on his shoulders, your body pressed against his. He was swaying to the music, from the left to the right. He never broke your eye contact; he couldn’t get enough of you.

The music changed and Dylan grabbed one of your hands, swirling you around one and then two times until you put your hands on his chest, getting on your tip toes to be on his level. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight. He closed his eyes, leaning in and put his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing the short hair on the back of his head.

Dylan had to leave before you two talked about your real feelings for each other. There was no right timing to talk about it. The only time he mentioned something was over text, saying that he wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.

You invited him over one time, but before he could arrive at your place, your grandma came barging in, so you had to eat lunch with her and Dylan. There was no time to talk about the two of you. It felt like you were not destined to be together, like everything was trying its best to keep you separated. But not today, not today.

Dylan texted you yesterday, asking if you wanted to hang out with him today. Of course, you said yes. Maybe this would be the right time.

You got ready around 1pm, heading outside to wait for Dylan. He was picking you up, as always. Even though you lived all across town in South Gate, he took his time to pick you up.

His black Audi stopped in front of your complex and you rushed down the path to get into his car. You opened the door and hopped in, kissing him on his cheek before you shut the door and put on your seat belt. Dylan smiled and waited until you were ready to go before he rushed down the streets of LA.

“So, did you finish the project you told me about or is it still going on?” you asked him to break the silence. You turned in your seat to get a better look at him. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the road.

“Yup, all done,” he replied, popping the p. “Maybe, if you’re being nice to me today, I might give you a hint.”

“Alright, I’ll try my best,” you let out a laugh. “Anything planned for today? I mean, for dinner? Are you taking me out or are we staying in and cook something on our own?”

“You want me to take you out?”

“Nah, I’m not feeling like going out today. Maybe we can cook the recipe I showed you the other day, you know the one with the broccoli rice and shrimps,” you suggested.

Dylan looked at you for a quick moment, lifting his eyebrows. “You want to eat low-carb? Really? I never thought you were that type of girl.”

“I’m not, but the picture looked so delicious,” you explained and pouted your lips, hoping that your puppy eyes were helping you. Dylan rolled his eyes. Without looking at you, he knew exactly what you were doing right now. “Don’t give me the puppy eyes! But yes, we can cook it, if you want. I’m open for everything.”

You waited for Dylan to open the front door to his house while you were leaning against the door frame, staring at the brown haired young man. He fumbled with the keys until he found the right one and unlocked the door. He held the door open for you and followed you inside, locking the door behind him after he shut it.

You got rid of your shoes immediately and you were long gone to his living room area, staring out the big windows to see the pool in front of the gorgeous view.

“You wanna drink something?” his voice snapped you back to reality. You turned your head to get a better look and smiled at him while you nodded your head. “That fancy water of yours would be so great.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and grabbed a glass for you, filling it with tab water. It was a while ago, when Dylan offered you a glass of fancy water, saying that it was so special, no normal human being could afford it. Of course, it was a joke, it was just plain old tab water. Taking the glass of water from him, he put his right arm around your lower back and tugged you closer.

“God, I love it here,” you mumbled while you were sipping on your glass. You didn’t notice that Dylan was staring down at you the whole time, admiring the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He didn’t know when or how, but he knew for sure that he was falling you hard.

“I hope you packed your bathing suit,” he said out of nowhere. You looked up to him and caught him staring down at you, his eyes were clued to yours. “It’s your lucky day, O’Brien,” you laughed and walked away from him. Putting your glass of water on the kitchen counter, you grabbed your bag and dig through it until you found your red and white bathing suit.

“Come on, let’s get dressed then.”

“Like right now?” you asked him. He nodded and told you to get ready while he made sure that it was all cozy outside. He was already in his swim trunks; he had forgone to put on jeans when he was picking you up.

When you joined him in the backyard, he was already knees deep in his pool, his arms spread wide open. You smiled and walked to the edge across from Dylan, sitting down. Slowly, you put your feet in the water until it reached your calves and then your knees. Dylan sighed and jumped head first in the water, diving his way to you. He reached the surface right in front of you and his arms found the perfect space of your thighs. You gasped when the cold water hit your thighs and you tried to push Dylan off you, but he held on your ankles until you were about to fall into the water.

You screamed and kicked with your feet until Dylan let go of your ankles. He dove under water and jumped back up, immediately, spiting a mouthful of water in your direction.

“Dylan!” you whined when the cold liquid met your stomach.

“Come on, it’s not that cold,” Dylan said and swam back to you. With your legs on either side, he rested in-between them and put his head on your left thigh, his wet hair tingled your skin.

“Well, I like it out here,” you replied and winked at him. He rolled his eyes and sneaked his arms around your hip, intertwining his fingers behind your back. It took you a while until you realized that he was slowly pulling you with him into the water and before you could react, your bum was already over the edge and your head was under water.

With your legs around Dylan’s waist, he pushed you back up and shook his hair, the droplets met your face. “You psycho,” you laughed and wiped the remaining water of your face.  

“Sweet but a psycho,” Dylan joined your laughter. You hit his shoulder and rolled your eyes, untangling your legs from his body and swam away from him where you could touch the ground. You weren’t that much shorter, but the few inches were enough for him to reach the ground where he was standing.

Time was passing by rather quickly and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen, preparing your dinner. Dylan helped you to cut the vegetables and handed you everything that you were asking for, like salt and pepper.

It felt so normal, being around each other. Dylan couldn’t take his hands off you most of the time. He tickled you, made sure to place plenty of kisses along your shoulders and back, and wrapped his arms around you to stir. You couldn’t complain, it was nice having him so close to you.

Dylan felt so free when he was spending time with you, that it scared him. He knew that he had to make you his, so he wouldn’t overthink your relationship. He had to make you his, before someone else would take you away from him. Today was the perfect day to confess his feelings, it couldn’t get better.

You took the last spoon of your rice before you placed the empty plate on the coffee table in front of you. Dylan was long done, a glass of red wine in his hand. He reached for your glass and gave it to you. Thanking him, you took a sip and closed your eyes for a while before you reopened them and admired the sunset in front of you.

“Come here,” Dylan said motioned for you to sit closer next to him. With your glass still in your hand, you scooted over and leaned yourself against his side. Dylan placed his left arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer.

It was silent, no awkward silence. You were both enjoying the colors of orange and purple that were mixing to a beautiful piece of art up in the sky. No words were needed. That’s what you thought. The soft music in the background that was playing from Dylan’s speakers inside were enough.

But Dylan couldn’t concentrate, all he could think about was you, the perfect girl he held in his arms. He knew that time was running, so he took his chance and said, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Your head spun around, your eyes wide opened with your lips slightly parted. The glass of red wine found its way to the table, you couldn’t hold it any longer. You couldn’t process what he just said, a mixture of shock and relief flowed through your veins. “I’m sorry, what? I think I heard you saying that-“

“I’m falling in love with you, yeah.”

“Dylan, I-“

“Please, just hear me out okay?” he asked and waited for you to nod, before he grabbed your feet and pulled your legs over his lap. “I know that you are scared of commitment and relationships and everything that comes with it. But you don’t have to. I know you’re scared that you might not make it to your 30’s, that you’ll leave sooner than you think, but I don’t care. All I care about is you. I want to make you happy, I want to make you laugh, see the perfect smile of yours, the way your eyes shine when I say something stupid again. I can’t stop thinking about the kisses we shared and I’m scared that every time we kiss, it might be the last one because I just can’t man up and tell you how I feel and sooner or later you might find someone else who can be a better man than me. I just… I don’t want to be without you anymore. And we can take things slow, there’s no need to rush. I just want to put a damn label on it before someone else does.”

“There is no one else,” you mumbled and grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. Dylan kissed you back immediately, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you on his lap and deepened the kiss while you played with the soft ends of his hair at the back of his neck. His tongue brushed your upper lip; a soft moan escaped your mouth and Dylan took the chance to slip his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth. You couldn’t process what was happening, you were too deep in the kiss until Dylan put his hands on your lower back, swooping you on your back. He hovered over you, his hands on either side of your face to hold him up so he wouldn’t crush you.

Eventually, you had to pull away, the need of oxygen getting too much. You were panting with your eyes still closed. Dylan had to catch his breath as well; it was quite a while ago when he kissed someone like that. You finally opened your eyes and met his brown orbs, a smile that was so big, it reached from his left to his right ear. “So is this a yes?”

You knew that ignoring Dylan wasn’t the best choice and you couldn’t do it any longer but with the current state you were in, you didn’t want to see him. Your brother flew in the second he received the call and hurried to the hospital. Gemma took plane the day after; she couldn’t stay at home, knowing that her future family wasn’t doing well.

“You should tell him, Y/N. He deserves to know” Andrew said as he held your hand and listened to the voice mail. “He’s worried, thinking that he did something wrong.”

Two days ago, all of a sudden, you felt weak and sleepy and just needed to lay down but the fever that followed wouldn’t go down. You didn’t consider going to the hospital, you experienced it quite often but when you couldn’t stop vomiting blood, you knew that you had no other choice. You had called the ambulance and received the first blood transfusion on the way to the hospital, the second followed straight after. You were placed into care unit, your doctor knew what was going on the second you arrived. Your treatment wasn’t working anymore. The RCB count and related numbers were dropping. You were mildly anemic instead of borderline.

Having cancer sucks, it sucks to not be in control of your body or your destiny. It sucks to be tired all the time. It sucks when you have to sit down and pay all the stupid bills. It sucks that people can’t have a normal conversation with you. It sucks to watch people stare at you wherever you go and it especially sucks when you have to tell your family that you are in a terrible shape. So that’s what the nurse did, called your brother and granny as soon as you arrived at the hospital.

“I might be dying this time for real, Andrew. I… I don’t want him to get attached to me and then I just … vanish” you mumbled, snapping your fingers like Crowley always did when he killed someone on Supernatural.

“I know, Y/N. But wouldn’t you want to know if something happened to him?” Andrew asked while he rubbed his thumb against the palm of your hand. “If you don’t call him, I’ll do it.”

You sighed, knowing that Andrew wouldn’t give up. So you grabbed your phone and hesitated a little while before you pressed call on his contact. It didn’t even ring twice before he picked up, a little out of breath. “Y/N?”

“Hey Dylan.”

“You finally called, is everything okay?” he asked on the other side of the line.

You couldn’t answer, the clump in your throat got bigger and bigger, no words came out of your mouth. Dylan knew that something wasn’t right when you didn’t answer him. So the only thing he could say was, “It isn’t, right?”

“Dylan, I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I could’ve at least texted you. I’m… I don’t know how to say this but… I’m at the hospital, Dylan. I’m in care unit.”

“What?”

“I don’t know if I will make it through it this time”, you told him.

It was the truth, though. The doctors told you that your chances were low. If your fever wouldn’t drop, chances were pretty high that you wouldn’t make it to the next weekend. Your organs were failing slowly and while you were in your common state, another therapy would end deadly as well.

“Y/N…”

“I…”, you interrupted him, “I don’t know why I haven’t told you earlier. I guess, I was just afraid.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Everything will be okay, everything will work out. I’ll be on my way in a second. I won’t leave you alone, I never will, if this is what you thought. I’m staying right by your side until you’re doing better”, Dylan assured you while you heard him running around.

“Dylan, are you at work right now?” you asked him, your voice barely louder than a whisper, it was getting harder and harder to talk for you.

“I am, but I’m leaving now. They’ll understand, they have to,” he replied.

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t want you to leave work for me Dylan. It’s not worth it. I might not… it’s not worth it.”

“Stop saying this, Y/N. You are worth it, okay? I don’t care if it’s worth it or not because in my eyes, it’s totally worth for. I’d rather spend the time with you, hoping that everything will work out while I hold your hand, while I am right beside you. I won’t and I can’t continue to work, knowing that you’re not doing well.”

You let out small giggle, not knowing exactly what to say. That’s when your brother grabbed your phone and talked to Dylan. “Hey Dylan, it’s Andrew, Y/N’s brother. I’ll be waiting for you outside, okay?”

Andrew nodded, probably because Dylan said something to him before he gave you your phone back. “Here. I’ll be waiting for him.”

You nodded and grabbed your phone, holding it against your ear before you let out a sigh. “I’m going to hang up, okay? Better you drive safe without a phone pressed to your ear, I don’t want to share my room with you.”

Even in your worst time, you could still manage to make Dylan laugh. “Oh I know you would love it.”

Andrew was sitting on a bench, right outside the hospital, waiting for Dylan to arrive. Even though, it would take him more than 30 minutes, Andrew didn’t mind. He had to clear his head. So with a coffee in his hands he waited for your friend, or should he say boyfriend to arrive. Of course, you were only dating, but Andrew saw it in your face, the way your face lit up when you heard his voice and especially the way he could make you smile, even in your current state.

Andrew rested one elbow on his knee and placed his head in the palm of his hand. His eyes were closed, burning a bit due to the crying. He knew that his eyes were still bloodshot but it was his sister we’re talking about.

“Sorry, you must be Andrew,” a voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Andrew rose his head, his eyes meeting the actor in front of him.

Of course, he google the man you were dating the second you told him that. He wanted to know if he was good enough for you.

“I am and you must be Dylan,” Andrew said, standing up while he held his hand out for Dylan to shake. “It’s not the right time to say this I guess, but it’s a pleasure to meet the man my sister won’t stop talking about.”

“How is she?” Dylan asked your brother once he let go of his hand.

“Not good. She will probably play it off cool in front of you, but she’s not doing well. She’s scared. She’s really scared this time. But come on, let’s get you to her, shall we?”

A soft knock interrupted the conversation you had with Gemma. Your heads turned to the door before it opened. Andrew walked in first and held the door open for the one person you wanted to see so badly. “Dylan.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Dylan mumbled and walked around your bed. He held your face in his hands before he pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering way. In the meantime, Andrew nudged his fiancé Gemma and motioned her to come and wait outside with him.

“Do you see it?” Andrew ask Gemma as they sat in the cafeteria, getting some snacks. Gemma knew immediately what Andrew was referring to. It’s like they could read each others mind.

“The way he looks at Y/N? Yes, it’s just the way you looked at me when you fell in love with me.”

“I’m sorry, Dylan. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. You deserved to know,” you mumbled after you told him what was going on while you played with his hands. As soon as Dylan pulled away from his kiss, he sat down next to you and held your hand, never letting go.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I understand, although I was pretty shocked when you told me and I think my co-workers were as well. I dropped everything to come and get here as soon as possible,” he told you. “I almost ran a red light because I was so caught up with my thoughts.”

“Dylan,” you groaned and rolled your eyes at him. “I told you to drive safely. I don’t want you to lie next to me in this room.”

“Are you tired?” he asked out of the blue, ignoring your worries.

Your brows were knitted when he asked, you head tilted to the side. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because I can see it in your eyes. You’re exhausted.”

“I really am.”

“Then scoot over.”

Your brows were knitted once again, not getting what he was referring to. “Scoot over, I’m staying with you.”

You smiled at him, not believing how sweet and caring he was for you. You grabbed the tube that was connected to your port and placed it where it couldn’t get in your way before you scooted over and made some room for Dylan to join you in your bed. He got rid of his shoes before he tugged himself under your blanked. You smiled once more and rested your head on his chest with your arm around his waist while he held you close and he didn’t miss the rising beeping of the sound of the heart monitor. He placed a gentle kiss on right on top of your head where your favorite mint green cloth was wrapped around your head. It was the first scarf your granny gave to you when your hair started to fall out.

You remember the day clearly, brushing your hair became a nightmare for you. It happened one morning when you were brushing your hair, small pieces of hair were stuck in your brush and when you realized what was going on, you picked on more and more pieces  until there was a bald spot. Tears were streaming down your face, a sob escaping your lips before your knees gave up and you landed on the floor with a loud thud.

Your grandma pushed the door open once she heard you crying and saw the mess that you were, your hair gathered in the sink. “Oh darling,” you remembered her voice. She sat down next to you and held you in her arms. She said that “… even without hair, you are still the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

The day after, she got you the first cloth, saying that you could wrap it around your hair, that she saw it in a magazine. She helped you to put it on but you weren’t happy with it. Out of frustration, you ripped it off you head and marched to the bathroom, grabbing your brother’s old electric razor and cut all your remaining hair off. Your granny stood under the door frame the whole time, watching you with a smile on her face.

Once all your hair was gone, she grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in a tight hug, whispering the words in your ear, that made you cry. “Your mother did the exact same.”

“I don’t care how long you have to stay here, I’ll be with you the whole time,” Dylan’s voice snapped you back to reality. You moved your head, looking up to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Dylan.”

“There’s no need to thank me, Y/N. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy, too.”

You snuggled yourself even closer to Dylan, if it was even possible and finally closed your eyes. Dylan did the same, hoping to get a power nap that he absolutely needed. He couldn’t really sleep for the past two days, thoughts were troubling his mind. All he could think about was you and why you didn’t call him, he thought he did something wrong, that maybe you wouldn’t like him the way he liked you. Even though he met you only one month ago, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. You were all he could think about day and night. Your conversations were so easy going that he felt comfortable around you. There was always enough stuff to talk about, even in your text messages. You texted every day, even when he saw you for a few hours, he texted you.

And while Dylan and you were cuddling, holding each other, your brother and Gemma were watching you the whole time through the windows of your room.

Dylan woke up when something poked him. He groaned and tried to turn on his back so he could bury his head into his pillow but something was stopping him. His arm fell asleep; the tingling feeling was too much for him, so he opened his eyes slowly and realized that he was still at the hospital, his arm still wrapped around your body. A smile creeped up his face when he saw you laying on his chest. You were fast asleep. Your deep breaths gave it all away.

Dylan turned his head. Gemma was right beside him, sitting in the chair that Dylan was in not too long ago. “What time is it?” Dylan mumbled, still tired.

“It’s morning, Dylan. You were asleep for the whole night, more like twelve hours. It’s time for the doctors to see Y/N,” Gemma informed him. “I’m Gemma, by the way.”

Dylan smiled and nodded, showing that he was pleasured to meet her. A yawn crept up his tired face, his free hand covered his lips, “Wow, I didn’t realize that I so tired.”

“Did you get any sleep lately?”

“Not really, I was worried,” Dylan replied. “I was worried about Y/N. I didn’t know what was going on. I just couldn’t sleep and to be honest, I thought that- I thought that she didn’t like me the way I do and that she was going to ignore me. And to be honest, I wish that would be the case.”

“Why are you saying this?” Gemma asked, clearly shocked what he wished for.

“Because then she wouldn’t have to fight this.”

“You must really like her.”

Dylan nodded with his lips pressed together, forming a straight line. Gemma placed her hand on Dylan’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. “It’s going to be okay, but now we really have to bring her to the doctors, the nurse is already waiting outside.”

Dylan nodded once more and gently shook your sleeping form. A light groan left your lips, just like Dylan did when Gemma woke him up. “Y/N, you gotta wake up. You have your doctor’s appointment.”

“I don’t want to,” you mumbled half asleep.

Dylan sighed and put your scarf in place with his free hand. His eyes widened when he came in contact with your forehead. Gemma saw his change of expression and she jumped up from her chair. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N, I think your fever is going down,” Dylan exclaimed and looked at Gemma with hoping eyes. Gemma rushed to the other side of the bed and placed her hand on your forehead. You tried to snatch it away but Gemma shoved your hand away and put her hand back.

“You’re right. Y/N, he’s right. Your fever’s going down. You’re going to be okay, it’s going to be all okay.”

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Andrew had his phone on speakers so you could talk to Gem as well. “Did you pick your plus one yet?”

“Uuuum, not really” you mumbled, crossing your feet on the couch, “I think I know who I wanna take with me, but he doesn’t know yet. I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

“Who is he? Is he nice? Is he good looking? Tell me about him!”

“I met him a month ago, he’s really nice. Grandma likes him so that’s good, I guess.”

“How come I haven’t heard of him?” Andrew asked you. “You never mentioned anything when you talked to me on the phone.”

You groaned and rubbed your forehead, “Why should I? He’s just a friend, Andrew.”

“Is he?” Andrew and Gemma asked in unison and snickered.

“Yes… well I don’t know, he’s taking me on a date tomorrow-“

“He’s what?” Andrew exclaimed.

“Relax Andrew, he’s probably nice and good for her, right Y/N?”

“He is really nice. We spend a lot of time together and I feel like I’ve known him for much longer than just a few weeks. He makes sure that I’m okay and that I take my pills, he sends me a reminder every day” you told them about Dylan.

It was true, Dylan made you feel special in a different way. He called you almost everyday and if he couldn’t he made sure to text you, asking how your day was. Sometimes you spent hours of the phone with him until you fell asleep and he had to end the call when he heard your soft breathing.

“You never told us his name.”

“It’s Dylan… O’Brien” you muttered, knowing that your brother would freak out when he realized that you were dating a celebrity. And you were right, he freaked out. “Dylan O’Brien? You mean THE Dylan O’Brien? Dylan O’Brien aka Mitch Rapp? You’re kidding Y/N, right?”

“No, I met him at the hospital and we kept in touch and somehow he asked me out on a date. There’s nothing to worry about, Andrew.”

“There is, Y/N! He’s famous! He could drop you any second!”

“You don’t even know him!” you yelled at your brother.

“I don’t need to know him to know that he is no good for you! You’re vulnerable, Y/N!”

“So what? I’m not allowed to go on a date with him? Should I ask you for permission first? Well, tough luck for you, you’re living on the other side of the US and you can’t change it! Whether you like it or not, I’m going on a date with him tomorrow and I’m taking him with me on your wedding. He’s gonna be my plus one!”

“Y/N,” Andrew said softly, knowing that he overreacted but all he ever wanted was to see you happy. “I’m sorry, okay? You know I just want the best for you and I don’t have a good feeling but as long as you are happy, I am. I just want to meet the kid first.”

“I know and besides, he’s not a kid anymore,” you acknowledged and rolled your eyes at your older brother even though he couldn’t see it. “I’ll try my best but he’s busy most of the time so I don’t think that there’s enough time to visit you before your wedding in four weeks, but maybe I could come and visit you before the wedding. I could come on Thursday and help with the location.”

“That would be wonderful, Y/N” Gem queried. Her mom was out of town as well and couldn’t help with the decorations so Gem and Andrew were on their own. “Bring Dylan as well, if his schedule isn’t too full. I’d really like to meet him.”

You smiled to yourself as you thought about him. You knew that he wasn’t the best when it gets to decorating but you knew that he’d try his best. “I’m going to ask him right away when he picks me up tomorrow.”

While you took a while to answer Gemma, she wrote a note on one of the magazines and slipped it do Andrew who just rolled his eyes as he read her words “I think she’s going to fall for him.”

“Where is he taking you tomorrow?” Gemma asked after she realized that you had answered. “Is it a surprise?”

“I don’t know, he just said to dress casual, nothing special, so I’ll just wear what I wear everyday” you said and took a bite of your sandwich that you had made before you called your brother. It was cold by now but you didn’t care, your stomach was crying for food.

“Andrew, could you leave us girls alone for a minute please?” Gem asked on the other side of the line. You hear your brother groaning but eventually he left the dining room.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned the blonde woman.

“Do you like Dylan?”

“I knew it. I knew that either one of you would ask me that” you sighed and put your feet back on the ground before you put your elbows on your knees. “Well, I think so. He’s really nice and he takes care of me in a way no one has ever done, so yeah.”

Gemma smiled on the other side of the line before she said, “Just be careful, okay? We don’t want you to get hurt again. We just want the best for you. But you better call me tomorrow after your date, got it?”

“I will, Gem. Now go back to organize your beautiful wedding. And tell my brother that I love him, okay?”

“Will do.”

The following day, you woke up early to have enough time to get ready for your date with Dylan. You made yourself a big breakfast with scrambled eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, bacon and sausage, of course. During your breakfast, Dylan had called and stayed on the phone with you for an hour. He told you that he’d come and pick you up at 2pm so you had plenty of time left before you had to shower and make yourself more presentable.

At 11am, you took a long and hot shower. Some people would say that a ten minute shower wouldn’t count as a long shower, but since you never really had to wash your non existing hair, a ten minute shower was quite long for you.

You decided to wear your wig today, even though Dylan never really cared, but you wanted to look nice. So you brushed your wig before you put it on and took your curling iron out of the cabinet to curl your hair.

After you put on a decent make up, you walked over to your dresser and looked through the mass of clothes you owned. You choose your black linen trousers with white thin stripes and a cute bow at the waistband, combined with a lace black shirt and your favorite oversized denim jacket. You applied a light colored lip balm to your lips to make them look fuller.

By the time you put on your white sneakers with the wide white laces, your doorbell rang twice. Dylan always rang twice, so you knew that it was him. You rushed to the answering device and told him that you’d be down in a second. Grabbing your purse, you closed the door behind you and locked it before you walked down the stairs to the entrance of the building you lived in.

Dylan was still standing in front of the doors by the time you got there. He saw you walking to the entrance through the glass doors and smiled at your beauty. As soon as you opened the door, Dylan’s smile grew wider. “You look beautiful, today.”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his body to greet him. “Thank you,” you mumbled when Dylan pressed his lips to your cheek. Dylan was looking as fresh as you were, even though he wasn’t really paying any attention to what he was wearing. His hair was hidden under his black Mets cap, a black sweater with a white shirt sticking out of it and kaki pants combined with his favorite grey Adidas. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Dylan.”

“Well, thank you my dear. Are you ready to go?”

“I am” you replied and grabbed his hand and you walked to his car. “I told my brother that, you know, I am going on a date with you. And now he really wants to meet you.”

“From what you told me about him, he seems like a nice guy,” Dylan said and opened the passenger door for you. You thanked him and hopped in, ready to buckle yourself in. “So why not?” he added when he sat down in front of the steering wheel.

“Also, I have to ask you for a favor?”

“What is it?”

“My brother’s wedding is in a few weeks, the 23rd of June to be exact and I still don’t have my plus one. Gemma, his fiancé is getting on my nerves, so would you like to be my plus one? If you’re free of course?” you asked him. Dylan thought about it for a moment before he started the car, looking at you, “Sure. I don’t think that there are any other plans for me, so I’d be honored to be your plus one at your brother’s wedding.”

“That would be great” you smiled at him before you watched the trees pass by. The rest of the car ride wasn’t too spectacular. Dylan had a few questions about your brother, what he should expect. “Oh and by the way, it’s a traditional wedding at the church, that’s what my mom would wish for.”

“So I have to dress a little more classy, I guess?”

“It depends. They’re celebrating at Gemma’s parents hotel. It’s a small but cozy and nice hotel. And speaking of hotel, I am going to stay at the hotel a few days before the wedding day to help decorating and if you want to, you can come, too” you jested, hoping that he would come with you.

“Sure why not? I’ll check my calendar and let you know. I haven’t been to New York lately and I’d love to go there and just spend time with you,” he told you and placed his hand on your knee. Your gaze went from his face to his hand on your knee and back to his eyes that were locked on your face when he stopped at a red light. “I love spending time with you. It’s so easy with you and I don’t feel like I have to pressure myself to meet you and spend time together.”

“I feel the same, Dylan.”

Twenty minutes later, Dylan stopped at the traffic light right in front of a stadium that you knew too well. Your head flicked around, gasping when you stared at Dylan who had the biggest smile on his face. “Are you happy? The look on your face isn’t what I was hoping for.”

“Yes! Yes, of course. The last time I went to the Stadium of Anaheim was with my dad and Andrew right before he passed away. I haven’t been here since then. I just… watched the games on TV” you explained and forced a smile on. “But I love it, Dylan. I am happy to be back here.”

“You sure you don’t want to turn around? Grab something to eat somewhere?”

“ Let’s get our cute little asses in there, shall we?”

“You know, you didn’t have to buy me the cap, Dylan” you told his as you took your seats and put the cap on that Dylan bought for you. Dylan sat down next to you and placed the bucket full of popcorn in front of you on the ground. “I know, but you looked so lost without in on a baseball game,” he laughed.

“True,” you agreed and took a sip from your coke. “So, I guess we already missed a few minutes. The Angels are already on their 3rd run.”

“We’ve got plenty of time left, no need to worry.”

As the game went on, Dylan and you had a really great time. You could barely focus on the game because Dylan wouldn’t shut up. He had tons of questions for you, mostly about you and your family, but you answered them all. Dylan really liked it. He was getting to know you better every day and soon he felt like you’ve been with him for his entire life time. “Can’t believe you really did that!”

“Why not?”

“I mean, when I’m looking at you… I can’t really believe that you did that because, you know, you are a woman and-“

“Burping into someone’s face is something  only guys can do?”

“Yeah” Dylan mumbled and rubbed the back of his head. “You just have to know that I don’t care if you  burp in front of me or not.”

“Okay, enough. I don’t want to talk about me burping anymore” you laughed and wrapped your arms around Dylan’s left arm. “The game is almost over and I haven’t seen a minute of it.”

“Probably because I am distracting you with my beauty” Dylan asserted with a mischief smile on his lips.

“Oh you wish!” you boasted and pulled your arms away from him, only to give his shoulder a good slap. “No one can beat me and my beauty.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and laughed at you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. “Who is even playing?” you joked and felt his chest vibrating due to his sudden outburst of laugh.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you still like me.”

“True.”

“So do I.”

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