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My Girlfriend

Dylan O’brien x reader

You and Dylan are out on a date but gets interrupted by some fans.

You had always known what you had put yourself into the moment you had agreed to be Dylan O’brien’s girlfriend, however, everything was still new to you. The way you always needed to be aware that someone would snap a picture of you when you would drive to the local store or something. But for the most part, everything was just perfect - but it could be pushed a little bit too far.

To those times when you could not go out with your friends, as strangers would walk up to you and ask for pictures. At first, you had been dumbfounded, wondering why they wanted pictures with you. However, they only responded that you were Dylan O’brien’s girlfriend - so you had agreed somewhat and taken the picture with them.

But they never meant any harm to you. Not once had you been hurt physically from the fans Dylan dealt with every day, but the mean comments that were directed to you was something else. You had been supported by your friends and family, and Dylan had tweeted and talked about those mean comments on interviews - trying to put a stop to it. 

“(Your name)?” You heard Dylan’s voice ask over the table, as you lifted your (Eye color) eyes upwards. To see Dylan’s brown eyes look into yours, his whole expression showed concern. You raised one eyebrow at him, tilted your head and blinked. What was wrong? You thought as you opened your mouth - but never got the chance as you heard someone scream behind you.

You turned around, to see four teenagers pointed towards the direction you and Dylan were seated. From behind you, you heard Dylan let out a small sighed. The four girls walked over to you, but you could see that they really wanted to run straight forward and grab a hold of him.

“Hey, Dylan!” They all cried out, as their eyes were focused on the male in front of you. Dylan looked up, his brown eyes widen as he let out a weak smile. The movie and projects were taken their tools on him, but therefor you had proposed it you two should go out and relax. However, you had chosen a place where fans could spot him easily.

“Hey, there,” Dylan spoke, his brown eyes relaxed somewhat. One of the girls, leaned forward as she almost shoved something into his face. A phone, you tilted your head and leaned backward. 

You would let Dylan take care of this, even if you opened your mouth - everything might come out wrong. “Can we take some pictures?” She asked, and you could see clearly that Dylan was getting irritated and you leaned forward. A smile on your lips, as the four girls turned towards you as it looked like they spotted you just now. 

“I can take one picture of you girls with him. A quick one, right?” You asked as you lifted yourself up from the chair, feeling somewhat relieved that they would perhaps leave you two alone afterward. However, the first girl did not look just as pleased as the three others.

They placed each other on the side of Dylan, as the poor man looked towards you with a pleading look. You reached out for the phone, however, the girl did not give you the phone. Her eyes scanned your face, perhaps looking for something unpleasant. But you gave her a sweet smile but still, she did not give you the phone.

One of her friends grew irritated, as she opened her mouth and said: “Hurry up, would you? It was your idea to do this.” 

But still she did not give you the phone, and then the girl who had spoken up groaned and reached into her own pocket. Pulled out her own phone, handed it to you and everyone smiled. But not the first girl, as her eyes had hardened and the three other girls looked over the moon for the picture. “Thank you so much (Your name)!” You still got shocked when they knew about your name, but only smiled and handed her the phone.

“Have a lovely day, girls.” You said, placed yourself down once again. As the three girls dragged the unhappy girl away, Dylan sent a soft glare at you and after a few seconds smiled - a small laugh escaped his throat.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not knowing what Dylan was laughing at. But as he stopped laughing, he leaned himself over the table and tilted his head to the side. Those brown eyes looked directly into your own (Eye color) eyes, Dylan suddenly opened his mouth into a silent scream - his eyes wide open as he tilted his head even further to the side. 

At that expression, you snorted and placed a hand over your mouth. Trying to keep the small snorts silent, but the way Dylan tried to make you laugh till you got cramp was not easy. He had always made you laugh, and the other way around. “Dylan - what are you doing?” You managed to get out between the snorts, Dylan’s eyes lightened up at those small sounds.

“I love you.” He said, his whole face suddenly serious. That made you crack, as you laughed wholeheartedly and shook your head at him. He would always find the weirdest times to express his feelings to you, however, you uttered the same words back to him - while laughing.

“Love you too, Dylan.”