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Christmas Miracle, pt. 2 - Dylan O’Brien

Description: . Spending the holidays at Dylan’s wasn’t right in Y/N’s comfort zone, but it seems his grandmum will do anything to make everything even more awkward. Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Title: Underneath the mistletoe Word count: 2021

A/N: Not really anything. This is based off my grandmum so now you know what it was like for me to bring a guy around for the holidays. Let me know what you think! xox @minhosmeanhoe @mf-despair-queen

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I don’t know how long we had been on the road when I saw the indicative sign, informing me that within the next twenty minutes, we’d arrive at our destination and I was to see Dylan’s family again. The thought alone made my skin crawl and I take uneven, harsh breaths as I stare out the window, mentally preparing myself for the intrusion I would be causing – on Christmas, nonetheless. Dylan assured me that his parents were fine with it, and would love to have me over, but there was something I couldn’t shake.

“Stop worrying so much, I’m fearing you might drop dead before we even arrive. You know everyone, it’ll be fine.” Dylan states matter-of-factly, his large hand landing on my thigh and giving it a firm, assuring squeeze. My head snaps back to my handsome best friend, behind the wheel of Roscoe, a gift from the Teen Wolf days, his tongue poking the corner of his mouth before he shoots me a toothy grin.

I rest my hand on his before shoving it off my leg, forcing him to drop it onto the seating between us. A playful glare rests on my features as I stick my tongue out. “The more you say that, the less I believe it. Let a girl worry in peace.” A sigh escapes him, a little shake of his head accompanying the sound. He comes to a sudden halt and my eyes widen when I see we’re in his driveway. “Worry quickly then, because we’re here.”

I stand beside Dylan in the freezing cold as he retrieves our duffel bags from the back, shivering from head to toe as I overlook the colorful fairy lights decorating Dylan’s childhood home. I reach out for my bag as soon as Dylan has it in his large hand, his other, free hand, swatting me away almost instantly. “Let me. Go on up, it’s too cold outside.”

Instead of listening and taking up on his offer, I keep standing beside him until he has everything he needed and slams the back of the car closed. I’m trailing behind Dylan, my hand fisting his thick coat as he pushes the front door open, music and chatter immediately greeting us as he enters.

“Dylan! Baby! And Y/N! Oh, it’s been so long! Too long!” Dylan’s grand mum is the first to greet us and after she has given her grandson the wettest kiss of a life time, I’m engulfed in a hug you could only get from a grand mum. “Mrs. O’Brien, lovely to see you again.”

“The pleasure is all mine, dear.” She grins toothily at me as she holds me at arm’s length, staring me up and down before giving me an approving nod. I jump on the spot when her hand loudly smacks Dylan’s biceps, who winces in fake-pain as he glares at his grand mum.

“Took you long enough!” I witness Dylan’s eyes widen drastically and his grand mum clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, a sly grin curving her lips upward as her fingers wind around my wrist. “To bring her here for the holidays, of course. Y/N, come on, you have to try these cookies.” The scent of freshly baked cookies waves toward me and I stop in my tracks.

I take a huge sniff of air and I sigh in pure bliss, eyes snapping open again when Dylan’s grand mum pulls me further into the kitchen. “Ah, Y/N! Welcome dear. Happy holidays!” Dylan’s mum greets me, her arms waving around my shoulders to haul me against her chest. I tense, only slightly, as I reciprocate her hug briefly, stepping away immediately after.

“Thank you for having me over, Mrs. O’Brien. If there’s anything I can do to help…” I offer her my services, smiling tightly at her, only relaxing when I see Dylan in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching me interact with his mom.

“Oh, no, no, dear. You go enjoy some time with Dylan.” She pats me on the shoulder, turning around and grabbing a plate stacked up to the top with delicious treats for everyone. The next part that slips her lips has me widening my eyes in pure shock.

“I always knew you’d end up together.” Dylan’s mum hums as she passes me, winking at me while waving through with a large plate of freshly baked goodies. My gaze snaps to Dylan, whose cheeks are tinted a bright pink and his lips tightly pushed together. He makes no move to correct his mother though. My eyebrows furrow and Dylan’s mouth contorts into something that should portray confusion, his shoulders shrugging as he lifts his hands to his sides.

I smile, rolling my eyes at him before my attention is snagged away by his grand mum offering me a cookie. “Oh, thank you.” I sink my teeth into it, loudly moaning before my eyes widen in shock and my hand moves to cover my mouth. I see the mischievous twinkle in her eyes and it only remind me of Dylan when he’s about to do something I disapprove of. “Almost as good as – “ Dylan interrupts his grand mum abruptly as he steps in, taking a cookie of the plate himself as he drags me out of the kitchen with him. “You have to see my mom’s decorations this year, they’re amazing.”

Instead of asking Dylan what his mom was on about, I decided to wait until after the holidays. I wouldn’t want this to end poorly because Dylan and I got into a fight. So, instead, I smile brightly as Dylan drags me over to the humongous Christmas tree, filled to the brim with ornaments. “It is, indeed, amazing.”

“Come sit with me.” Dylan pulls at my wrist, dropping me onto the sofa next to him. He lets go of me to grasp my ankles and fit my legs between his, my upper body already leaning against his shoulder, his arm thrown around my shoulders.

“Say, Dyl.” His mom interrupts our stare and we both gaze up, seeing the woman wipe her hands along her apron as she approaches. “You bring this lovely lady over, but where is she going to sleep?” Dylan’s grand mum appears as well, a toothy grin ever-so-present on his lips as she slaps her hands together.

“I am an old woman and I am not sharing my bed with any of them. I had to do that too many years with your grandfather. He snores, you know?” She winks at me and a chuckle leaves my lips, although I feel the anxiety rise again. I hadn’t even considered the fact that their might be no room for me to stay, and I hadn’t given any of it a second thought.

“I’ll just sleep on the couch, if that’s okay.” I try to make amends, but his grand mum won’t have any of it. A shake of her head shuts me up immediately. “Oh no dear, you two can sleep together. I’ll take Dylan’s room.” The twinkle in her eyes makes me fear the worst, although her grin doesn’t do anything but aid her mischievous glint.

“Oh – I - uh – “ I start off, cheeks flaming red as I stare at Dylan. The best we had ever done with sleeping together was me falling asleep on his couch after a movie night – back in the day when he still had a girlfriend. “Grandma, why do you do this?” Dylan groans and I see his cheeks are the same color as I am sporting, if not worse, and relieves some of my own tension as it draws a giggle from me.

“Because you are adorable when you blush. Don’t you think so, Y/N?” And I know that now I am more ashamed than Dylan could ever be. I nod my head, although I wasn’t sure if I had actually moved at all, and his grand mum claps her hands together again. “Then it’s settled. We’ll eat in an hour.” Her dismissive tone is accompanied by her retreating into the kitchen, leaving both Dylan and I’s cheeks a fiery red.

“Okay, not that shaming me is out of the way…” Dylan starts, pausing as he reaches behind the arm rest of the sofa, fumbling and mumbling while I stare at the television.

“I know I wasn’t supposed to get you anything…” Dylan breaks the silence and I snap my head to his, immediately glaring as he wavers to continue. “So I got you something, that would sort of – uh – benefit me as well.” Dylan grins as confusion laces through my features, my hands reaching out to accept the small box Dylan holds out to me.

“What is it?” I jiggle, hoping to determine its contents by the rattling sound, but come up with nothing. Dylan chuckles as I drop the gift back into my lap, toying with the intricate bow on top. “Open it up.”

I take my sweet ass time, gently untying the bow and dropping the lint onto Dylan’s lap before making my way through the adhesive tape that seems to be everywhere. Dylan grins stupidly at me as I cock an eyebrow, chuckling inwardly as I’m left with a simple, plain white box. My heart is pounding in my throat as I gently lift the lid of the box, peeking inside reveal something completely unexpected.

“Mistletoe?” I purse my lips before pushing them into a straight line, rather dumbfounded of its meaning. Dylan’s hand reaches out, large fingers wrapping along the stem and he holds it up. “What do you do underneath a mistletoe?”

He smiles nervously as he witnesses my eyes widen and my mouth drop open slightly, realization sinking in. A blush heats up my cheeks as I avert my gaze, suddenly very shy with Dylan’s proximity. I could be reading into this completely wrong and make a fool out of myself, but damn if my insides weren’t screaming at the fact that Dylan had implied a kiss.

Dylan’s hand cups my jaw and tilts my head toward his, his gaze flicking between my lips and my eyes, searching for anything that indicated him needing to stop. A breathless sigh passes me, my gaze flicking up to the mistletoe he is holding just above our heads, before reconnecting my gaze with his.

Just as he is about to seal our lips, his face hovering mere inches from mine, I get the scare of a lifetime. “What is that doing here? It should be above the door now, shouldn’t it?” I almost jump out of Dylan’s embrace and off the sofa when his grand mum’s voice breaks the tension, my hand pressing harshly against my chest as I feel my heartbeat hammer against it. Dylan’s grand mum looks smug, plucking the little twig from Dylan’s hands and running off with it, a giggle leaving her lips before she disappears from sight.

I stare after her and it’s Dylan’s hand dropping from my face that refocuses my attention towards him. At first, he looks absolutely furious, but it discards into something more of agony when he looks back at me. “Unbelievable.” His fingers find mine and he intertwines them, shyly looking up as all I can do is reciprocate with a smile.

I squeeze his hands, leaning my upper body a bit closer and inviting him for a second try. His eyes twinkle underneath the fairy lights, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a harsh swallow, as he leans in again. “Dylan, dear! I need you in the kitchen.”

This time, a loud, aggravated groan leaves Dylan’s lips as his grand mum speaks again. “For fucks sake.” He keeps still, squeezing his eyes closed and taking a deep, calming breath. “Dylaaaaan.” “I’m sorry.” He sighs, pulling his hands from mine and raising to his feet, stalking to the kitchen, passing his grand mum on the way, who shoots me a wink before disappearing behind her grandson.

“Sneaky lil’ bitch.” I mumble, making myself comfortable on the sofa as I close the small gift box still in my lap.

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