#dylan o brien

[kowbelll]

Rules on request??

Can you do one where Stiles finds out his girlfriend has a chronic illness like lupus or something and he adjust his life to be there every step for her. Even the time in the hospital he stays and sleeps in the bed with her holding her. He always seemed like he would be the golden retriever type 🩷 and she doesn’t or does know about the pack you choose

This is literally the sweetest request ever and so on brand for him! I decided to "give" her something else because I don't know anything about lupus. I am definitely not a medical expert of any kind and I do not claim to be, but I have a couple family members who have the chronic illness I chose, so I am slightly familiar with it. Everyone should always do their own research though! What I wrote mostly focuses on the events before finding out, but I can continue this and go into more detail on what happens afterwards if people would like me to. Also, I apologize, but the last third, give or take is kind of rushed. I hope you like it though! Thank you for the request!

Also, I will take any request with a grain of salt and tweak things if I need or want to. But I'm open to anything!

Battle Together

Word count: 1,658

His heart was racing and falling at the same time. There was no way this was actually happening, right? Not to her.  

His hands shook as he gripped his phone to his ear. Focusing on Scott’s voice was getting increasingly more difficult as he tried not to spiral. Why didn’t her dad tell him? Why wasn’t he with her right then, holding her hand and sweeping away her worries. Shit, he was so worried, and Scott clearly didn’t know all of what was actually going on.  

“Scott, wait, what are you saying?”  

“She’s here. In the hospital. All my mom told me was that she passed out and now they’re doing brain scans.” His friend was plainly shaken up too. 

Brain scans? Stiles felt sick. Everything he witnessed his mother go through when he was a little boy crashed into him all over again. What if this was the same thing? What if she had what his mom had? What if- 

“I’m on my way.” 

Stiles broke nearly every traffic law in existence as he raced to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, to his beloved girlfriend. He needed to get there as fast as possible; he needed to know what was going on. He absolutely despised being out of the loop. 

Frantically sprinting into the building and nearly running into not one, but two nurses who were going home for the night, he arrived at the front desk. But where the hell was Melissa? 

His feet almost left the floor when the sweet voice broke through his rapid breathing, saying, “Oh good, you’re here. Come with me.” 

Stiles turned to look at the curly-haired, soft-eyed woman. He couldn’t help that his voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth. “What’s going on? Is she ok? Did something happen to her? Have they found anything yet? Why did-” 

“Stiles.” Melissa placed her aged hands on his shoulders in an attempt to ground him. “Breathe. Everything’s going to be fine. She’s going to be fine.” 

“Do you really know that...?” he asked hesitantly. 

She paused for a moment, understandably. There was no way to know anything for sure. Not yet, at least. 

“Let’s just go see her for now, ok?” 

He nodded and let her guide him to his girlfriend’s room. As they walked, Ms. McCall told him everything she knew. She explained that the poor girl had passed out in the kitchen while helping her dad prepare dinner, banging her head on the corner of the granite countertop and burning her forearm with spilled gravy in the process. Her father practically carried her to the car as soon as she hazily woke up and brought her in to the hospital. Her second-degree burn was cleaned and treated before the doctor decided to check for a concussion. Hearing the true explanation for the CT scan relatively eased Stiles’ nerves, but there was still so much to decipher. He needed to see her, preferably immediately. 

They reached the door of the room she was checked into when they moved her from the ER. However, Melissa did not reach for the handle, causing Stiles to give her a look of curiosity. 

“Stiles,” she started, exhaling a deep breath, “I want you to be prepared for whatever this is.” 

His curiosity deepened and twisted as the spires of concern within him sharpened and stood taller. “Wha- what does that mean?” 

“It means that, sometimes, something as small as passing out isn’t always as small as it seems...”  

The woman’s eyes were filled with a specific type of pain, one that Stiles was familiar with, but hadn’t seen in her for years. Since he was so young when his mother was sick, he never truly realized how much agony Melissa experienced as she watched a dear friend (and that friend’s family) of hers suffer. It brought her a horrible aching sensation to see the damage a singular disease could inflict on three good, genuine people, and not be able to do something significant to help. That was her job – to help. But there was really nothing she or anyone was capable of to improve the situation.  

Stiles swallowed in a faulty attempt to soothe his suddenly dry throat. He simply nodded, and in return, the sweet nurse gave him an empathetic smile. Of course, she didn’t want to scare him with what she said, but she had given bad news too many times that week. 

“Are you ready?” 

He sighed, trying to take her advice and finding it incredibly arduous. “Yeah, I think so.” 

As they quietly entered, Stiles’ eyes softened upon seeing the girl who stole his heart sitting up on the hospital bed. She looked incredibly tired, but watching her mouth curve upwards when her gaze met his made him feel like the luckiest man alive. Not because of the situation, obviously, but because that cute little smile was for him.  

“Hey, stranger.” Her raspy voice was surprisingly gleeful, all things considered. Perhaps Stiles just had that effect on her. 

“Hey,” he chuckled. “You feeling ok?” 

She simply shrugged and glanced at her father who was standing next to the bed.  

Begrudgingly, the man cleared his throat and excused himself from the room.  He supposed that giving the lovebirds no more than a couple minutes wouldn’t result in an utter catastrophe, even when Stiles is one of the pair in question, who hastily sat down on the edge of the bed as soon as the door clicked closed.  

“Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need me to get you anything? What can I do?” He took her hands into his. 

Her smile grew as she saw the love and devotion he had for her, not to mention the worry. She didn’t want him to stress himself out, but she had to admit that those wide eyes were adorable.  

“I’m fine, I swear. Just... stay with me for a while?” she said, her voice turning bashful. 

“Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Got that?” His hands squeezed hers as he leaned forward. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, her face approaching his, “I got that.” 

As if he had a sixth sense for his daughter’s desires, the man swiftly entered the room again, causing both of the teens’ head to lurch backwards. Stiles tried to be sly as he slowly and awkwardly pulled his hands away and stood from the bed, backing away cautiously. A doctor stood in the doorway, along with Melissa. 

“Dr. Vandenberg wants to run a few more tests while we wait for the CT scan results, just in case it’s not a concussion.” Her father began pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have some things I need to do for work, but I’ll be back in the morning, alright? Is that ok with you?’  

The information that was sprung on her felt like a spear piercing her spine and sending a poison of anxiety rushing through her bloodstream. All she could do was nod. There was no other option, anyway.  

He nodded back at her before his eyes locked onto Stiles. “You’re staying with her.” 

It was more of a command than anything, but the boy would never object to that regardless of whose mouth those words left.  

“Yes, sir.”  

Stiles was by her side for as many tests as he was permitted. He could tell that this was more frightening for her than she was divulging; it was harrowing. Therefore, he desperately desired to bring her some semblance of comfort. And he succeeded, to a degree. 

Afterwards, their time together was briefly ceased while he picked up the closest thing to a couple of “real” burgers Beacon Hills could provide. They contentedly ate their late dinner together, squished against one another once she made room for him next to her. He kissed away the condiment that was smeared on the corner of her mouth, making her giggle.  

Additionally, he held her close and kept his eyes glued to her form, making sure she was snuggly falling asleep without interruption. Without realizing it, he, too, was swept away into a slumber. Their trepidations momentarily fizzled and were replaced by fantasy-filled dreams, and morning rolled in fast. 

When her father returned, the doctor explained the various test results they received. Stiles’ girlfriend was officially diagnosed with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), a chronic illness which frequently inflicts dizziness and fainting due to a lower blood volume returning to the heart. It can be managed with an increased intake of salt and water, but will be part of her for the rest of her life.  

Stiles felt a surge of anger at the news – there was nothing he could do to make this nuisance of a disease go away and his girlfriend did nothing to deserve it. However, he swore to himself that he would stay by her side, hold her hand, and keep her safe whenever her body got the best of her.  

He kept his promise throughout the rest of school, their engagement after he proposed, and their marriage. He did whatever he could to help, whether necessary or not. He always went the extra mile for her, even though it wasn’t an illness that would debilitate her from living her life. However, it was definitely inconvenient and dangerous at times. 

There was an instance in which she passed out while driving on the freeway, leaving her car to drift into the guard rails. Thankfully, there was very little traffic, so no one else got hurt. However, she was back in the hospital with a few minor injuries and her husband (for every minute of the stay).  

This battle was never fought alone, and Stiles had a unique talent for making her feel cared for without any semblance of being coddled. He knew how admirably strong she was and exactly when she needed him to step in and hold her. POTS would not break her, nor their bond.  

[letsyapthenightaway]

The biggest lie Teen Wolf ever said was Stiles. What do y'all mean that guy doesn't have some kind of power and doesn't get girls?!

I know I would've been crushing on that guy all 4 years of high school! Buzzcut and all!

He'd be that one crush you never shut up about.

[elena1ena]

Dylan o brien!!!

[urfavcvntx]

🩰🎀💗

Oh my God. He's so hot. He's literally so fucking hot I literally have trouble breathing. Help me he is so hot. Lord I swear if that man would give me a chance I'd suck his dick until the skin falls off and my organs collapse yes indeedly.

🩰🎀💗

[tvshowsiconsmovie]

Dylan O Brien as Stiles Stilinski season 4 icons from the show “Teen Wolf”

[midcomics]

Meant to post this on April 14, Love and Monsters day, but I was so busy with uni so here it is now

Love and Monsters is literally my favourite movie ever I cannot describe how much I love it please watch it on Netflix I can't keep being the only fan 😭😭

[fortunatefires]

Dylan O'Brien with tears in his eyes is the most arractive person in the universe

Look at him. Gorgeous

[wlovedylanobrien]

is anyone still on here ? Just logged in after 6 years 🫠

19k+ followers ?! Wow ❤️

[schrutexbucks]

dylan o brien at the rangers game 11/2/23

[dreadpirateroe]

i offer u all dylan o brien behind the scenes of teen wolf sketches that i did in twenty minutes

[kowbelll]

With the Deer 🎄

Word count: 827

“It’s so cold.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens during Winter.”

“Winter doesn’t start until next week.”

Stiles whipped his head in his girlfriend’s direction, narrowing his eyes at her in both disapproval of her correction and admiration of her knowledge. "Whatever. It’s December. It still counts.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand, leaning closer towards him as they strolled through his neighborhood with Stiles insistently staying on the side of the gray pavement by the street. He knew the boyfriend code like the back of his perfect hand. That’s also why she was sporting his lacrosse hoodie, not him.

It was getting late, but tomorrow was the weekend, so without school haunting them, they didn’t have a care in the world. Their focuses were on each other and the Christmas lights that were strung across the houses, trees, balconies, and bushes.

The pair marveled at the vibrant, dazzling bulbs and the occasional character figures on the lawns or in the windows. There were lots of Santas, big and small; a few penguins; some snowmen; a handful of sleighs being pulled by reindeer; and a big, inflatable yeti (Stiles’ favorite).

Since this was their first Christmas as an official couple, he was adamant about honoring as many traditions with her as possible. He impatiently demanded that his father hang up their lights on the first of December; he got up early that morning to check all the bulbs so that the house would be completed right when his dad got home from work, which Noah wasn’t exactly excited to do after a long day. After that, he waited until at least 80% of his neighbors had put up their lights too. It was a painful wait, but definitely worth it due to the look on his girlfriend’s face.

Suddenly, his lips mischievously curved upwards as he spotted something at an upcoming house. Stiles leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he softly spoke, “Hey. Go stand over there.”

She turned her head to look at him but his eyes stayed fixated on his target. “Where?”

Still smiling, he pointed at the arrangement of three large deer of different heights, depicting a family, with his free hand. His other hand released hers and reached into his pants pocket, retrieving his phone.

She glanced at the deer, made up of plastic, wire, and bright white lights, then at his phone in his hand, and her eyes met his face again. Her hand was already feeling close to frozen without his, and they stopped in front of the unfamiliar house.

“You want me to pose for a picture with the deer?” she inquired hesitantly, considering that it was a random person’s lawn.

“Yeah,” Stiles said simply, and he opened the camera app, still smiling. He looked up at her when she didn’t move right away. “Get your ass over there.”

“Ok, ok, I’m going...” She shuffled her way over to the deer and stood in front of them, facing her boyfriend and smiling.

The boy, so incredibly whipped, couldn’t pull his eyes away from the beauty before him. His hand holding his phone was still resting in the air by his belly button.

When she realized, her face filled with self-aware warmth. “Are you going to take the picture or not?”

His eyes widened and he tore them away. He fumbled with his phone, trying to lift it in a timely manner. “Yep! Yeah, I’m, um, I’m doing that right now.”

He did his best to pull himself together and focus, taking about forty pictures in the short span of ten seconds, even getting a few different angles. When he was finally done, he inspected a few of the pictures, and his big smile returned. He was completely entranced by the flow of the lights behind her, making her seem even more angelic than usual, and therefore not noticing that his girlfriend was by his side again, peeking over his shoulder to see the pictures too.

Eventually, Stiles realized this, and his gaze met her face. He tilted his phone in her direction, speaking affectionately, “Look at how pretty you are.”

All she could do was smile at him – she was far too consumed with love to even begin brainstorming a response. “I love you, Stiles,” she finally said.

He shoved his phone into his pocket and faced her once more. A big kiss was pressed from his lips to hers. “I love you too. So much. Like, so incredibly much.”

At some point, they made it back to his house and buried themselves underneath multiple layers of fuzzy blankets on his bed, desperate to warm up their chilly bones. It wasn’t until later that she noticed that Stiles had changed his wallpaper to one of the pictures he had taken of her with the deer. Her heart nearly melted. It was obvious how much he loved it, and it was obvious how much he loved her.

Note: Thank you for all the support on my last imagine! I appreciate you all 💜

[theblvckvenus]

it really itches my brain that mav1s has 51 minutes of power at exactly 51 minutes left of the movie

[elena1ena]

[dylanking298]

Scary movie:

It was a scary movie night with Dylan my boyfriend and he had dared me to watch some of the most scariest movies he could think of. "So yn....Pennywise or Nightmare on elm street?" Dylan said while holding out the two dvds.

I gave him a cocky smirk. "You pick." Dylan smirked and chose Pennywise. I gulped because that was the movie that everyone said was extremely scary. And what made it worse was my striking fear of clowns. I always hated them ever since I was a kid, but I couldn't tell Dylan that or I'll never hear the end of it.

Dylan made popcorn and brought out a 6 pack of Pepsi and nachos. It looked delicious but I probably wouldn't be able to eat any of it during the movie. We relaxed on my couch with the lights off as the movie started. I took a deep breath and reassured myself that it wouldn't be that bad.

But I was wrong.

Jump scares left and right that made us both flinch and I was curled up in a ball shaking because of one scene in the movie. That deranged clown ate a kid!

I looked to see of Dylan was disturbed by it yet, but he was taking this as far as I was. Except I was losing miserably. "Hey Y/N? You okay babe?" I put on a brave smile. "Of course! How are you enjoying the movie?"

Dylan looked down at me smirking like he had caught onto my game. "How are you enjoying the movie?" I shook my head finally caving into the my fears. "I'm afraid of clowns."

Dylan paused the movie and looked on concerned. My face was pale, my palms were sweaty and my heart was practically beating out of my chest. "I'll stop it baby." Dylan said canceling the movie. "You okay?"

"Yeah.." My voice trailed trying to sound strong. Dylan came over and kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't know..."

"it's my fault too. I should have said something before hand." Dylan hugged me for a long time before pulling away. "Wanna watch something else to get your mind off things?" I nodded. "That would be nice." Dylan turned on another movie. 'The devil wears Prada.'

"I heard it's really good." Dylan said while making everything comfy for you. "How about I order us a pizza and for dinner? I'm starving."

I smiled. "I love that. Can you make mine with extra cheese on my side?"

"Of course baby. Of course."

[loganwritesprobably]

The Movie

As someone who is a big Stiles fan, and appreciates a good Stiles-led fic.. the movie isn’t bad because Stiles isn’t in it.

The movie is bad because it should be a TV show season. It’s too complex for the timeframe. If it had been an extended film, like three hours, it could’ve been FINE. 

The movie is bad because it has so much going on in the worst way, half of the characters get left behind and nobody is happy about it.

The movie is bad because Jeff Davis’ writing is questionable at best sometimes, and he’s determined to have a more confusing timeline than fucking homestuck.

The movie is bad because the lore of Teen Wolf is inconsistent and every time something is established, Jeff Davis has to piss on it.

The movie is bad because it has so many plot holes and loose ends that I don’t think will ever be tied up in a way that is satisfying.

The movie is bad because Jeff Davis seems to have forgotten all the character development we got in season six.

The movie is ‘bad’ because some fans cannot accept that it has been roughly fifteen years since the end of the show in world (not including the time skip) and they don’t like that their favourite couples didn’t work out, even though that is realistic. (Sure maybe one would’ve worked out, like stydia maybe, but certainly not all of them).

The movie is ‘bad’ because some fans will not be satisfied unless it’s the Stiles Show.

[literaryspinster]

This movie is silly Gen X wish fulfillment wrapped in a Google commercial but goddamn if I don't love the hell out of it.