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Dylan took the handheld device from her grasp, dialing his publicist's number and putting the speaker to his ear. He kept his eyes on the brunette as he heard the ring, his lips pressed tightly together out of anxiety. "Never," he winked before his publicist picked up. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he managed to stutter out a greeting before going on with his request. "This thing with Shailene is just not going to work, I understand that you're trying to -- oh? Yeah, I crashed, and they barely took the ventilator out today, I'm aware that I sound like spoons in a metal grinder, I - yeah, okay, yeah, I just - Yes, okay. One more question though, can I out this thing with Ariana?.. Mhm, Ariana Grande.. No, this isn't a joke - you - ugh, you'll see the papers in a few days, I promise.. Okay? Awesome, great, thank you so much.. Yep, thank you, I hope so too, I'll see you soon." It was a short yet successful conversation, a grin spreading across his lips as he put the phone down and hugged her as tightly as he could without damaging himself. "I think.. I think we're good."

"Sorry, what? I can't hear you over my winking skills," he winked again, this time with a little more drama. "I love playing dirty with you baby, I hope you know that." He poked her cheek playfully. "Well, techincally, it would be considered a kink, so, yeah. Take out is even more sexy that that, I guarantee you." He let out a small yawn. "I didn't sing his song, I wasn't even thinking about that, man, why do you have to be so mean to me?"

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“I’ll be perfectly safe. If it ever comes to a point where I might not be, I can always call the police. Until then there’s nothing we can do but live with it. It comes with the territory, you know that.” A sigh escaped her pink lips, the girl finding herself nostalgic for the days where she still had a sense of anonymity. She loved her job, yes, but there were a lot of cons that came along with it. “Okay, baby. We can call them now.” She twisted in his arms so that she could pick up his phone from the standard bedside table that the hospital provided. Once her hand located the device, she turned back around and offered it to him, probably a little too eager for all of this to be done. “You don’t have to be anxious, everything’s going to be fine. Your publicist may want to do what’s best for your career, but you still get the final choice. Remember that.” She blushed a deep pink colour as he complimented her, ducking her face. “Shut up.”

“Once again, you’ve proved yourself to be the best boyfriend ever. If it’s one of your favourites I’m sure that I’ll love it.” She nodded, completely convinced of the fact. “You shouldn’t be able to wink while I’m trying to resist you, that’s not fair. No playing dirty, O’Brien.” The complaint poured out of her mouth, although she not-so-secretly loved it. “You’d look so cute in an apron. It doesn’t have to be a kink.” Ariana’s voice took on a childish, whining tone. “But fine, you can order take out for us. That could be just as sexy.” She decided, letting out a hearty laugh to accompany her statement. “Did you just try to win me back with Justin Bieber? I’m not sure whether I should be impressed or embarrassed.” She admitted, allowing herself to be pulled back to her previous place in his arms regardless.

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The boy looked at her when he was told to, eventually closing his eyes as she assured him that she was going to be okay. "Yeah, okay, baby, I just want you to be safe, you know? I can't stand the thought of them harassing you, that's all," he confessed in a soft voice. He shifted his arm so that he could see her face, cupping her cheeks. "Of course, I'll tell her.. Of course, my love, I - wow, I've - can we call them now, Ariana? I just.. I want this over with now, I want you on my lap as they wheel me out of the hospital, I don't - God, baby, I've never been so anxious for anything else before in my life." He moved his hands so that they were just underneath her jawline, his fingers tracing meaningless shapes across her pale skin. He let himself soak in a pool of thoughts, his eyes scanning her features. After a quiet moment, Dylan shook his head in disbelief. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in a state of shock, wishing he could think of more to say. 

"Mm, season 3 is one of my favorites, I'll definitely stay by you for that. I'll answer every and any question that you have, there's nothing that you can throw at me that I won't be able to answer. But yes, I'll be /forced/ to seduce you, and we both know how that always ends up," he winked. "I was actually joking about the cooking, part, baby, I mean, even making easy mac n' cheese there's a high risk of the building being burnt down. And I hope you're not imagining me in an apron, none of that kink." He gave a short yawn. "I'm very sure, baby," he nodded with certainty. He gave a big frown, immediately pulling her back with all the strength he had left, which unfortunately, wasn't much. "Baby," he singsonged in an attempt to win her back, "baby, baby, baby, I looove you."

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“Dylan… hey, look at me. I’m going to be fine. You have a lot bigger things to worry about than me sneaking pass some annoying papparazi, that shouldn’t even be a blip on your radar right now. Don’t stress about it.” The brunette chastised, staring directly into his eyes and refusing to back down. A sense of warmth seeped into her heart as he spoke, and she refused to break their eye contact. Everything he said filled her with happiness. Every word that fell from Dylan’s lips made her fall more and more in love with him; something she didn’t think could ever be possible. “I want all of that too, Dyl. God, you can’t possibly know how much.” She sighed, pressing her forehead against his arm. “You can call your publicist later on today if you’d like. But maybe you should warn Shai first. We shouldn’t do any of this without letting her know about it. That wouldn’t be fair.” She nodded.

“Fine, I’ll just force you to sit with me while I finish watching Teen Wolf. I’m up to season three now, and I’m all kinds of confused.” She pouted, thinking of the fictional t.v. show fondly. “Psht, ‘forced’ to seduce me, my butt. You’d enjoy every single moment of it, don’t lie to yourself. Although, I like the thought of you cooking for me… you should definitely do that at some point.” Ariana nodded, quite enjoying the image of her boyfriend in an obscenely feminine apron — preferably one with frills. “Are you sure you’re not actually a five year old stuck in a far-too mature body? ‘Cause I wonder some times.” The singer laughed musically, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger. “I suppose that If I depress you so much I should probably leave, wouldn’t want to make you feel any worse than you already do.” She sighed over-dramatically, slowly pulling herself away from his body.

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"You can't stop me from worrying, baby," Dylan sighed. "But... yeah. Of course, I'm going to be happy with this decision." He tucked a few loose strands behind her ear, keeping his hand on her cheek. "Baby, I'd be the happiest person in the world if I could get up on a mountain and shout to the whole world that you're mine, I want this as badly as you do. I want to talk about you in interviews, I want to hold hands with you on the streets, in front of the paparazzi's, I want to hug you and walk around with my arm around your waist at award shows, I want to give you a kiss in front of the camera every time you /win/ an award. I want to post lame and cheesy couple pictures of us on Twitter and Instagram, of us on each other's laps and at our personal events. I want you, baby, but I want you and everything that comes with being with you. You're the love of my life, Ariana, I want it all. I could never pass down and opportunity like that." 

"Really? Honestly, I'm not all that interested in watching it, please don't make me, or else I will be forced to seduce you. Or cook for you. One or the other. I'll do /something/. I will, however, willingly watch that one line they gave you." He mindlessly tapped his fingers on her waist, scrunching his nose playfully. "Mm, well, I /love/ everything about you, from your hair to your eyes to your nose." Dylan blushed as she felt her lips on his cheek, beaming when he got to meet her eyes again. "Fine," he surrendered. "But I need entertainment now. Do you know what's entertainment enough for me? Making out. You depress me," he rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms across his chest in a childish way. "God, I just.. I don't know.

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“Dylan, I’ve been dealing with them long before any of this happened. I can manage. Plus, the hospital security have been great. They’ve started letting me come in through one of the back entrances, it makes things a hell of a lot easier. Trust me. That’s not something you need to be worrying about at the moment.” The singer sighed, closing her eyes and trying to expel all her worries from her mind. “Listen, babe. I know that my opinion is completely biased, so I’m not going to tell you what you should be doing. All that matters is that you’re happy with the decision that you make. That’s the only thing that counts at the end of the day; your happiness. You’re right, though. We’re cute as fuck. Anyone who disagrees would obviously be wrong.”

Ariana’s mouth fell open in shock, and she began to shake her head furiously. “I’m so ashamed of you right now. I should force you to sit through a marathon of pure Seth t MacFarlane-themed goodness. You’ll love me even more afterwards, I swear. I got to do a line for it once. You can barely tell it’s me, but it was freakin’ awesome. The highlight of my career, I’m telling you.” So, yeah, she may have been over-exagerating, but it was definitely fun, there was no denying that fact. “I think you’d find some way to make it attractive, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. Besides, I like that you’re pale… and I like you’re freckles… I like everything about you. Obviously.” The girl’s voice held a teasing tone, although she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed as he finally pulled gave in, even if it was at her own behest. “Love you.” She grinned, reaching her neck up to press a kiss against his warm cheek. “Like I said, as soon as you’re better… let’s just say it’ll be worth the wait, okay? I promise. And know you do, baby. I hate it too. But you’ll be all patched up and out of here before you know it. And until that day comes, I’ll have to be entertainment enough for you.

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nessa: are you high

dylan: it was one of the options you can't blame me

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vanessa: floppy hats or beanie i need answers my outfit depends on it

dylan: bunny

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Dylan O’Brien & Shelley Hennig interview at SDCC 2014.

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"I know you can take care of yourself.. I just - I should hire some bodyguards for you, huh? In the meanwhile? I don't like the idea of them harassing you, angel." He rested his hand on top of hers. "It's not okay.. It's not - It's not fair for us, to be having to deal with this, whatever this is. I don't - ugh, we have so much on our plates now, I mean, is this thing with Shailene really worth it? The public were going to have to find out sooner or later anyways, you know it, I think it's best that we just stop this now.. You have no idea how much easier our lives would be, baby." Dylan pressed his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes. "I want to do this, then... Okay? Of course I'm going to do this for you, and for us, and for Shailene, God knows how guilty she feels.. Watch, baby, we're going to be Hollywood's cutest couple, okay? I think this is right, this is our way out.. And yeah, of course, I'll just tell them that we broke up, but that I'm fine because I found the one for me.." He talked awfully slow for his excitement, monitoring his pace, but he could feel the smile glued to across his lips. 

The boy grinned proudly, shaking his head. "I know, I won't, Ari, don't worry." He chuckled with his girlfriend. "Honestly, I don't watch Family Guy, but that actually sounds pretty amusing. I don't think Dead Death in any form or way is attractive, babe, I'm pale enough as it is, and I barely have meat on these bones, I doubt that me as Dead Death is even remotely attractive." He let go of a slightly aggravated sigh, a frown replacing his smile that was there only moments ago. "Fine, fine," he surrendered, his arms staying in their place around her body. "The things you do to me, hm?" He closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking a few breathes before looking back at her again. "You have no idea how much I hate this place, though."

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“You’re in no condition to be protecting anyone.” She pointed out, returning his tap on the nose. “Besides, I can take care of myself, okay? I don’t need anyone to protect me.” She let her hand rest against his cheek, trying to be comforting. “It’s okay, baby. There’s nothing I’d like more than for everyone to know that you’re all mine. If you want to call off the thing with Shailene, I’m behind you one hundred percent.” She how selfish that made her — their publicists had created this relationship for a reason — but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted the world to know that she was his, she didn’t want to handle seeing pictures of him on the front of a magazine talking about how much he loved some other girl, she didn’t want to see them act like the perfect couple all the while knowing that she had to keep how she felt inside. “If this is want you want, then do it. But don’t do it just for me, please. And make sure that you do it right, we can’t just walk outside and start making out in front of everyone.” She pointed out, attempting a light-hearted tone that seemed to fall short.

“I wish you’d forgotten about that.” She groaned, hiding her face. “Fine. But If you get a hard-on during my grandpa’s funeral I’ll have to disown you for the rest of time.” The singer laughed. “It’s like that one episode of Family Guy where the Grim Reaper dies and another one comes to take his soul away.” She rambled, laughing happily. “But I promise you’re a very attractive Dead Death. Ariana smiled against his lips, regretfully, bracing her hand against his shoulder and using he positioning to push him back away from her. “I want to say yes, baby, I swear I do. Unfortunately, getting our mack on doesn’t exactly allow for normal breathing patterns.

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Shai: I'm fine

Shai: nothin Is werong

Shai: o k a y

Dyl: don't you dare hazel grace lancaster me

Dyl: what's wrong? you seem off today.

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He frowned, poking her nose with the pad of his forefinger. "God, I wish I could protect you, baby.." Dylan sighed in disappointment. "I guess we are lucky, but.. baby, with everything going on, I mean.. maybe we can out our relationship, so it can be easier for us to get around together and what not.. You know? I mean.." He shook his head. "We can make a statement or something, we can talk to Shailene, I'm sure this situation has got to change all that, I.." He glanced at her with gleaming eyes before he realized that it was a silly thought. He lowered his head. "Nevermind." The actor traced small circles on her cheek. "No, I'm not the best boyfriend in the world, but I would indeed appreciate a trophy." He laughed along with her. "I like that idea, baby. That actually gives me the right to say 'Why don't you sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that comes up,' right?" 

"The ghost of death? Dead Death doesn't sound too attractive. What the hell is that? What's in your noggin'?" he asked playfully, softly knocking in her head to emphasize his idiom. "My voice is really bad, hun, especially now. I will make someone's ears bleed, and they'll bleed even more when the glass comes shattering down on them and the birds are trying to fly away in chaos, and oh Lord, please don't ever make me sing for you unless we're in bed and I'm putting you to sleep, deal?" Dylan pouted as she rejected his approach, genuinely upset. "You don't have to put pressure on my chest, baby," he whined, grabbing her hand. He went for the kiss once more, their lips crashing together. "Just a simple, harmless junior high make out, please," he breathed against her lips, his fingers reaching the back of her neck. 

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Yes, I know how terrifying that is.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. “They’re pests. Not to mention that ever since they realised that I’ve been coming back here daily a whole lot of them been practically camping outside waiting for me to come in. It’s horrible. Do you know how lucky we are that they haven’t figured out that it’s you I’m visiting yet?” She asked him, raising a single, perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Have I told you lately that you’re the best boyfriend in the world? ‘Cause you definitely are. Award worthy. Maybe I should go out and buy you a best boyfriend trophy. Who needs an Oscar when you have that?” She giggled. “Wheelchair works for me. Even if your doctor doesn’t think you need one, it might be a good idea. Just to be safe. Plus, if my legs get tired I can just sit on your lap and have you wheel me around everywhere.” The singer planned, a wide grin spreading across her pink lips.

“You definitely do sound like death. Actually, no you. You sound like the ghost of death. You’re Dead Death.” She nodded, liking the way her train of through was going. “I’d leave them up forever if you wanted me to, you know that. Until I’m old and grey.” The girl promised, staring up at him through her eyelashes. “You’re voice can’t be that bad. As long as you don’t make anyone’s ears bleed, you’ll be just fine.” Ariana laughed as she felt herself being pulled in closer by his arm, shaking her head. “You heard your doctor; nothing that exerts unneeded pressure on your lungs, and I’m pretty sure making out… or more… would fall under that category. But I promise once you’re better we’ll have the make out session to end all make out sessions. It’ll be epic.” She promised, removing her hand from his collarbone to pat his cheek affectionately.

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Shai: you're in the hospital, you do

Shai: what?

Dyl: i slept enough

Dyl: what's wrong?

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Shai: I am

Shai: you need to rest

Shai: seriously, i'll talk to Ari

Dyl: I don't need rest.

Dyl: Shai.

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Shai: I am so sorry

Shai: alright if you don't want to then sure

Shai: i'll talk to Ari about how you're doing

Dyl: don't be sorry!

Dyl: Shai, you could just talk to me

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Shai: Wait

Shai: you're serious?

Shai: like serious serious?!

Shai: I--uh

Shai: i'm coming over

Dyl: Yes, I'm serious.

Dyl: You don't have to. I'm fine, hun, but.. you know.

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Shai: You got into an accident

Shai: to get yourself out of our publc relationship

Shai: and still i'm the one who's crazy?

Shai: you sure?

Dyl: No.

Dyl: I really got into an accident..

Dyl: But this could be our way out.

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Shai: because i'm not!

Shai: You what?

Shai: spill!

Dyl: You are.

Dyl: I got in an accident.

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Oh, sweetie, that was a mirror behind me.

Well, you gave me a heart and a wink, so… you love me, right?

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Shai: am not, am not.

Shai: Uh now I am

Shai: what's up?

Dyl: Why won't you just admit that you're crazy?

Dyl: Mm, I think I got us our way out of this public relationship..