Multi-fandom imagines

inspired by the only exception by Paramore

warnings: mild fluff

relationship: Dylan x fem!reader

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You never liked the sappy romance stuff. You couldn't stand sappy movies like the notebook, they were so unrealistic. Hell you didn't even like hugs from your family and friends. You never looked for a boyfriend, you were more career and education driven. You were the boring business woman at the start of every hallmark movie.

Sure you did date people, they just couldn't break through your cold and distant exterior. Every relationship ended in the same exact argument.

"There has to be something wrong with you." was how the last argument started, You had just told them that you don't want to cuddle anymore. "What's that supposed to mean?" You retorted. Just because you don't like physical touch doesn't mean you're a monster. "What kind of person doesn't let their own boyfriend touch them?!" they practically screamed into your face. "Me. maybe we aren't meant to be together." You responded with a cold and icy tone, feelings beginning to get hurt. "I could've told you that." The week after that all of their things were gone from your apartment.

This is how most relationships ended so you stopped getting into them. Until you got that disgusting, icky feeling again. Of course you had to fall for your best friend. This time it was different. When he found out he didn't try and kiss you, he knew that you didn't like physical touch instead he used his words. "I know it's hard to deny my amazing good looks." He joked with a laugh. "Shut up." You laughed to him. "wow rude, and I was just about to say I felt the same." he said as he pretended to be hurt. "Come on- say it." You smiled, this felt natural. this felt normal and safe, not like the past ones. "Fine, the feeling is very much mutual." You smiled at patted his back. "atta boy." You joked with a fake southern accent, getting a laugh from both of you.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months then years. Now you still aren't a huge fan of physical touch, but he likes it and you've grown accustomed to cuddling during a movie or long kisses and he even got you to like the notebook.

(the notebook spoilers ahead, be warned)

"Wait- he wrote 365 letters?" You asked as you two watched the movie. a simple "mhm" came from him with a nod. "That mom is a bitch from hiding those." you muttered as you kept watching.

"No- no- they died together? that's sickening." you said as you cried into a tissue. "yeah its fucked." he laughed as you both sat up. "The dementia was already fucked up but the fact that they both died in each others arms is sick." You cried, once you finally composed yourself you pulled him into a kiss, a gentle one. "If I get dementia I expect you to do that same thing." You said once you pulled away. "duh." he smiled.

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omg paramore + the notebook is sick and twisted of me. idk why but Dylan is hard to write lines for so sorry if he doesn't sound like him lol