THIRD PERSON

Dylan smiled as he parked the car in Y/N's driveway, turning off the car. He lifted his shirt slightly to take one more peek at the gift he'd gotten right on his left rib cage.

He smiled even wider and let his shirt fall back down, before climbing out of the car. He grabbed the keys and shut the door, jogging to her front door. Instantly, he shoved her home key into the lock, opening the door expertly.

"Dylan, is that you?" He heard the voice echo from upstairs. He grinned and shut the door behind me.

"Yeah! Hey, I want to show you something!" He yelled back, placing his keys on the counter.

Y/N was narrowing her eyes in confusion, dropped the blanket she was folding up and began her descent downstairs. Her feet pounded down the stairs.

"What is it?" She called down as she entered the living room. Dylan grinned as she appeared and his hand began to jitter.

"It's a surprise, and I really think you're gonna like it." Dylan smirked, grabbing the end of his tshirt.

Y/N quirked an eyebrow, suspicious of why he was beginning to lift his shirt- not that it was a bad thing.

Dylan fully lifted the end of the shirt to his shoulder, revealing the gift. Y/N eyes widened.

A tattoo of her name.

"Dylan. . ." Y/N questioned.

"Yeah?" He smirked, looking down at it.

"What. The fuck. Is that?" She spat, walking closer to it. Dylan plastered a half frown.

"You don't like it?" He wondered. Y/N scoffed and looked at him- angrily.

"Dylan! What the hell?! You got my name tattooed on your chest?" She exclaimed.

"Well- yeah. Y/N, I love you." He cooed.

"This is one hell of a way to show it, Dylan! You can't just tattoo my name! What, what if something happens?!" Y/N squealed.

Dylan scoffed, dropping the shirt down. "So- what? You think we're gonna break up?"

"No- Dylan! Stop changing the subject! You don't just get someone's name tattooed! That's like, the no-no of the tattoo world!" Y/N sighed.

"Well, maybe I wanted to get your name tattooed because I actually love you and love to mess with you!" Dylan yelled.

  "Dylan, that is not why-" Y/N prepared to fire back before the words 'mess with you' caught her attention. "What?"

   Dylan chuckled and lifted his shirt with one hand. He brought his right thumb to his lips, before he licked it and brought it down to the tattoo. He dragged his thumb across it, smearing the tattoo.

   The fake tattoo.

"It's fake, babe." Dylan chuckled, releasing the shirt. Y/N stood frozen, slightly relived and still slightly pissed off at the prank.

    "You are, unbelievable and- and-" Y/N tried to say but she couldn't help at how hilarious her previous actions seemed now.

   "I'm unbelievably sexy and a such a genius that I fooled the great Y/N? I think that's what's your trying to say." Dylan smirked, stepping closer as he pulled Y/N into his chest with a comfort hug.

 
   "Yeah, yeah. You think so." Y/N chuckled, wrapping her arms around his torso. Dylan rubbed his hands soothingly up and down her back.

   "I know so. Otherwise you wouldn't be here". Dylan mused.

  "No, I'd still be here. Someone has to take care of you." Y/N joked.

  "Very funny. You know you love me." He hummed, pulling Y/N closer.

  
   "That I do, O'Brien." Y/N admitted.

"That's going to get confusing one day when we have the same last name." Dylan brought up. Y/N blushed a the thought.

    "You want to get married some day?" She whispered. Dylan chuckled and nodded.

  "Y/N, I want to have a kid with you one day. Hell, I'd have seven kids with you. Just as long as it's with you." Dylan nodded.

  Y/N smiled at the thought and tried to picture their kids.

  "As much as I do love you, I think I can wait a couple of years on the kids thing." Y/N eased. Dylan let out a breath of relief, smiling.

   "Definitely. We'll just have protected sex for now."

   "Dylan!"

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A/N:: came up with this idea during Spanish so I sneaked my phone out and wrote a summary during class for u. I hope you enjoy it

    love you