#some dylan and soup fanfiction

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Some Dylan and Soup - Part 5 - The love of soup

Part 1 is here folks. / Part 2 is here folks. / And part 3 here! /  Here’s part 4!

Summary: Facing the consequences of the kiss, I finally talk to Dylan. Will soup be able to save me? 

A/n: After months. Finally. This is it. @mf-despair-queen series with Dylan and soup. Last part. I hope you didn’t forget about this hihi. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1638

Three days. It’d been three days since I had taken my courage and kissed the man I loved. No, it wasn’t that. It’d been three days since I finally accepted my feelings for him, and that I had shown him... physically. I didn’t know what went through my head when I decided to kiss Dylan with an unexpected intuition and unequivocal love.

Madness, maybe. I had to admit, I was a little crazy about him. But not in the drastic sense. It must have been years of loving him in the depths of my heart without ever allowing love to come out. So when I finally realised the truth, it all came out at the same time in an explosion of confetti and affection. In any case, I didn’t know if I had done well. If I regretted my gesture, or would do the same if I could go back in time at that precise moment.

So many unanswered questions.

Three days later, and no news from Dylan. It's like he never existed. If it wasn’t the many photos of us in my phone or the more than 7 years of strong friendship with flaws – all friends have some, exactly like couples-  I would have had really believed Dylan O’Brien was only an unknown actor. However, nothing previously had justified three days of total ignorance.

And it depressed me terribly.

Three days later and I was still in the same pajamas watching the same TV show in the same sofa while eating the same thing. Soup. My soup diet was obviously not acceptable as a meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner, so I had to take something else with it. Yes, three days off is good for relaxing, but I didn’t put my nose out. I only got up from the couch to go to the bathroom, to eat, to shower or to go to sleep. The outside world seemed so far away when the protective bubble of my fandoms protected me.

So when knocks were heard at my door, I immediately started to panic. Jumping on my feet, my blanket fell to the ground, and I stomped in trying to get to the front door as quick as possible. And I crashed to the ground like a vulgar potato. Annihilated, I remained motionless for a moment, waiting for the sounds, waiting for them to knock again.

Knock Knock knock

There was someone there. Part of me was hoping it was Dylan, that he came to tell me he had time to think about what happened, and that his feelings were the same. Another part of me didn’t want it to be him. Because, whatever he would say to me, I wasn’t ready to hear it. I may have ruined our friendship forever. Just the way everything had ended, me running away from my own home after the kiss, him doing nothing to stop me. And when I came back home, more ashamed than ever, he was gone. I didn’t try to call him to explain, I just couldn’t without my heart beating wildly in my chest. He didn’t call either.

Pathetic.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

Getting up slowly, I stared silently at my door, cursing his invention. If only it were transparent, I could know who was on the other side and stop stressing! But no, I had to get up, walk, and look through the little hole. So much effort for so little. Sighing, I got on my feet and stalked towards my enemy, aka the door. My footsteps made no sound on the floor, and for a moment I thought I was a real ninja.

It was only in front of it that I noticed the silence. No more knocks, no voice, nothing. Intrigued, I put my eye against the hole and looked, but saw no one, only the empty and dirty hallway. I opened the door slowly, the creaking sound making me wince.

There was no one.

I was about to close the door when something white caught my attention, a piece of paper taped to the wood. A letter, which bore my name. I removed it and went back inside, put my back against the closed door and let me slide to the ground. I could recognize it from a thousand. With his fast curves, the special way of writing the M ... it was Dylan's handwriting. He was the one who knocked. My heart pounded as I continued to stared at the paper, indecisive, hesitating to look at what was written. The lump in my throat made my saliva hard to swallow when I tried, and I opened the letter.

"I have to see you. Join me at the cafe at the corner of the street. I'll be waiting for you all night."

The panic came over me as I took a look at the clock on the wall. My heart jerked in my chest. Raising my arm, I sniffed myself and pinched my nose. I didn’t have much time and refused to make him wait. Yes, I was afraid of what he wanted to tell me. But I had to face the facts, living in denial, not wanting to know, was rotting my life. Getting up, I put the letter on the table and went to the bathroom to get ready. While the hot water ran on my head, I began to think at full speed in all possible scenarios. What he wanted to tell me, if it was positive or negative, if he was angry at me, if he still wanted me as a friend ... Million of emotions swept through me, my head was spinning, my belly writhed with anguish. Fearing I was taking too long, I cut the water and got out of the shower. Once dried, I dressed quickly, grabbed my keys, and left my apartment.

It was cool outside, and the wind against my skin gave me goosebumps. I shivered, bringing my arms against my body. In a hurry, I didn’t take the time to dry my hair that was now soaking my shirt. Apprehension and nervousness was all that went through my body right now. And when the coffee sign appeared before me, everything turned into fear. But it was when I saw him, sitting at a table at the back of the cafe, a steaming cup in his hands, that the hurricane of emotion grew worse. I watched him for a moment before getting in, savoring this moment as if it was the last time I saw my best friend.

Taking a deep breath of cold air that did me more harm than good, I pulled out the coffee door. The bell above rang, and the few guests in the establishment looked up at me, including Dylan. When his beautiful golden eyes landed on me, I froze and stopped breathing. Everything seemed to slow down, as if the world had stopped turning just for us. My friend waved at me and I went to his table with my head down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. As I sat on the chair, I took the opportunity to wipe my hands against my pants.

"Do you want to order something?" Dylan broke the silence. His voice brought me back from my thoughts and I raised my head to finally look at him. "Soup, maybe?"

"Dyl ..." I mumbled, my heart hurting more and more every second that passed. "Just tell me what you have to say." Not knowing what to do with my hands, I put them on the table and waited. Silence joined us at the table, and I began to regret everything. Regret the kiss, regret to have come, regret--

"I, I have to tell you something." Looking up, I plunged my eyes into my friend's. He was red-faced and avoided crossing my gaze. Tipping my head to the side, I waited. "Since you kissed me ..." That's it. He was going to talk about the kiss. He was going to tell me that wasn’t a good idea, that we shouldn’t be friends anymore. Closing my eyes, I waited for the words difficult to hear to reach me. "I only think about doing it again."

"... What?" I abruptly opened my eyes and closed my mouth before he could see me drooling in surprise.

"These past weeks together made me realize that I feel something for you. That's more than ..." Seeking his words, Dylan stared at his hands before resuming. “Friends. But I don’t want to lose what we already have. I mean… It’s not like that would change but…” He was so cute looking for the right words to say, I couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on my face. "Say something, Mal..."

I couldn’t believe it. Dylan had feelings for me. He loved our kiss. He wanted to do it again. If I hadn’t been in a public place, I think I would have cried. Or I would have swept everything that was on the table and kissed Dylan until I ran out of breath.

"I don’t know what to say ..." I bit my lip, unable to put my ideas back in order. Unable to think rationally. Dylan was there, in front of me, so close. The heat also rose in my face. "My house?" I proposed. The confidence used in this simple sentence succeeded in capsizing my whole heart. I really said that? The look Dylan gave me made my situation worse. Lust. Envy. Desire. I had to be redder than a bowl of tomato soup.

It was like a dream. No, better than a dream. We went back home. I'll let you guess what happened next. A mix of cuddles, kisses, soup ... and very adult stuff. But that's a story for another time!

[wouldadepressedpersonmakethis]

phone wars

STORE 1: “Mobicity”

IDRIS ELBA (45, reserved by kate aa) - store manager: super intense!!!!! runs his store like he’s running an army!!!! treats every sale like a life or death situation!!! has some raymond holt vibes too??? like this, this, this, and this are all him! expects peRFECTION from his employees!!!! the interview process is inSANE!!!!!! definitely treats the other stores and their employees like mortal enemies!!!!! his office is conveniently located so that he can spy on the store two stores. also has some john mulaney’s dad vibes. “you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair” “god can’t hear you” “how are you better than a nazi?” “let’s change the subject” “1 black coffee”

MICHEAL B. JORDAN (31 , reserved by kate aa) - didn’t believe that IDRIS ELBA was a real person but heard stories from his sister. forged an impressive resume and got a job as his assistant manager. got the job just so he could mess w/ idris for fun???? super talented at pretending like he’s got his shit together when in reality he’s super lazy (except when it comes to playing elaborate pranks). secretly dating melissa benoist

RICHARD AYOADE (41) - salesperson, always nervous!!! brilliant but no social skills, terrified of idris, talks fast, throws up when he gets nervous, “i’m okay as long as i don’t think about it!” you could spill soup on him and he’d probably apologize to you

KATIE MCGRATH (35) - idris’s assistant; once dated chris pine; may or may not have gotten this job just to desTROY him; super ambitious/intelligent; could be doing any number of things w/ her life but she’s also kind of petty; has a lot of meryl streep in the devil wears prada vibes, does have a lot of respect for idris but also has plans to over-throw him; can be intense?????? only cares about 1 person (her sister/cousin/bff???) still attracted to chris pine but u won’t hear her say that

ZOEY DEUTCH (23) - katie’s assistant; STRESS LEVEL IS CONSTANTLY A 11/10; def has anne hathaway’s job in tdwp; got this job by mistake; is the furthest thing from organized; applied for a janitor position b/c that’s all she’s qualified to do here but somehow her resume got mixed up??? *** she thinks it was a mistake but it was actually just a prank that MBJ played*** faking it until she makes it??? or rather until she gets fired heh. pretending to be an uptight harvard grad but instead hardly graduated hs and doesn’t know how to adult; may or may not have spent her entire first pay check on fuzzy socks and mozzarella sticks.

??? another lady 

STORE 2: “What’s App”

CHARLIE DAY (42) -- an idiot, super chill and laid back, somehow always accidentally thwarts the others’ plans to destroy him! a human disaster but somehow everything just works out for him. his store is a mess tbh??? very unorganized but somehow the most successful of the three??

DYLAN O’BRIEN (26) -- wanted to work for store #1 with a deep passion and intensity!! looks @ idris elba as his idol??? potentially calls him dad accidentally a lot??? idk its weird and IDRIS ELBA got super annoyed with him constantly applying to work for him so instead he sent him to work at store 2 as a “spy”. he takes this role suPER seriously and basically thinks he’s james bond. never gets anything at all helpful for idris elba. has a weird and elaborate fake back story for going undercover. most people can tell he is a “spy”?

ZENDAYA (21) (reserved by lizzy) - younger sister to MBJ and GMR. college student. this is 100% the best summer job she’s ever had. super unmotivated to do well most of the time and just tricks #2 to do all of her work for her. loves just to sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

KRYSTEN RITTER (36 , reserved by kate aa) - IT, monotone voice, always wears black, likes to pretend that she’s a satanist to fuck with people, surrounded by idiots, hates everyone, do not engage her in psychological warfare b/cs she will deSTROY you

BLAKE LIVELY (30 , reserved by kate aa) - heavy beatrice/eugenie vibes~ under skills she listed: i know how to do makeup and have an iphone, only got and has kept this job b/c her manager is as clueless as she is???? does try to be helpful but honestly makes things worse, doesn’t understand you have to put in a full eight hours a day??? often leaves for several hours at at time for lunch??? sometimes just doesn’t come back??? grew up super wealthy and was recently disinherited by her parents after she got into a huge fight w/ them over something stupid?? too proud to go crawling back but tbh she is def drowning in the real world.

MAX GREENFIELD (37) LOUD, yells a LOT, hired as the new brand manager. is grossed out 24/7 by the state of the store; sUPER dramatic; always saying how he’s going to have a heart attack working here (probably will tbh), also says he’s going to die of a rare disease working w/ charlie day (also probably true), has goals to rebrand this as a luxury phone store (closer in style to Oasis vs. a garbage). has his work cut out for him 

STORE 3: “Oasis”

CHRIS PINE (37, reserved by lizzy) -- super wealthy!!!, spoiled!!!! a huge ass!!!!! his father is the CEO but he wanted his son to work his way up the ranks on his own vs. just handing the business over to him. has become manager here but that’s as far as he’s gotten. will do whatever it takes to make his branch the most successful!!!! soooo dramatic!!!!! the level of bitchiness in him is absurd!!! definitely considers IDRIS ELBA to his his (1) true enemy!!!!!! def considers manager #2 to be worthless and beneath his notice (don’t mention that he’s actually his biggest competition)!!! has probably won the shithead of the year award. hits on his assistant 24/7 has anger management issues

GUGU MBATHA-RAW (35) - michael b. jordan’s older sister. chris pine’s secretary. the sweetest person in the world!!!!!!! does NOT deserve to work for someone like chris pine. doesn’t realize how much of an awful person he is just because she can’t believe anyone could be that awful???? would come home and tell her siblings about work and the rivalry and neither of them could believe it but then they all got jobs at the other two stores just to see if it was what gugu had said ... turns out its even better.

TIMOTHY OLYPHANT (50, reserved by lizzy) - hired by chris pine’s dad to keep him in line and make sure that he doesn’t do anything to harm the family’s or the company’s reputation. it is a fulltime job!!!! constantly stressed!!!! constantly like: idk what i expected!?!?!? keeps trying to talk sense to chris pine but that’s like talking to a brick wall??? sometimes tries to tell him not to do something in the hopes that he will actually do it ... but that never works either ... will probably die from a heart attack soon. spends his days apologizing to everyone  

MELISSA BENOIST (29, reserved by lizzy) - secretly dating michael b. jordan, her job is basically to keep everyone she knows alive???? helP, loves MBJ a lot but he does stress her out sometimes, kind of OCD, works too hard, super driven, just needs to relax, honestly hates this job but just holding it while she finishes up med school, bffs w/ zoey, somehow emily thinks they are bffs??? but melissa doesn’t have the heart to tell her that they aren’t

EMILY BLUNT (35, taken by kate aa) mary eileen vibes~ An Author™ (but not really) trolls her amazon reviews and obsesses over every bad one, hardly does any work? is “in love” with TIMOTHY and is convinced that he is in love with her too even though he’s blatantly told her that he is not, thinks they can’t be together b/c they are co-workers and that they are involved in some kind of forbidden romance???? is the office manager and has def put a lot of personal expenses on it w/ shaky, at best, justifications for why they needed to be charged to the company

JERMAINE CLEMENT (?) method actor. currently is trying to get a role as a vampire. never breaks character. it gets weird. 

STORE 4: a fro-yo shop that’s stuck in the middle of the war zone “Sprinkles on Top”

DREAMA WALKER (32) - believes all you need is a hug and some frozen yogurt to have a good day!!!! but the arrival of the three competing phone stores is testing everything she thinks she knows!!!!! her shop has now become hostile territory b/c all of her customers are mostly just the workers on break and they all just stare each other down!!!!!!! has become super aggressive in her attempts to try to get everyone to just get along and be happy!!!

CHRIS O’DOWD? JAKE JOHNSON (38-40 reserved by lizzy) - watched too many nature documentaries on netflix, feels like he morally needs to be a vegetarian now but can’t stop eating meat, so instead he justifies himself by making up elaborate stories about how the chicken he’s eating has unforgivable character flaws, talks at length about this to the customers? doesn’t have great social skills,has conversations with his cat more than w/ actual people; calls himself the alchemist b/c he once managed to burn his laundry, “i didn’t even know you could do that!”

NICK ROBINSON (23 , reserved by kate aa) - has a mild peanut allergy but took this job anyway. “i live life on the edge” ~ nick “you don’t” ~everyone else, has had a crush on ZENDAYA, got this job to be close to her after they went to different colleges? loves bad jokes, a Nerd, writes fanfiction, has won employee of the month every month since he was hired but tbh his competition isn’t that hard to beat, both proud and embarrassed to see his picture up on (the wall) so many times,

JON BERNTHAL? BEN BARNES?  (reserved by kate aa)- actually a hitman and this job is just a cover, honestly a terrible liar and everyone can tell what he actually does but pretend they don’t??? inSANELY good at his hitman job ... not so good at serving frozen yogurt? doesn’t have any customer service skills tbh, honestly comes off as pretty terrifying? looks @  everyone like he might just kill you, tbh dreama is a little afraid to fire him?? doesn’t look like he works here???

ANNA KENDRICK (33, reserved by lizzy) - always come to work hungover, the queen of TMI, hits on everything and anything that moves, tbh a sexual harassment situation just waiting to happen, dreama’s younger sister/cousin and was only given this job as a favor, tbh is not working out as well as dreama had hoped.

AWKWAFINA (29) has killed every plant she has ever owned (doesn’t stop her from getting more!), dumps all the toppings on her fro yo. constantly is eating ~free~ frozen yogurt and doesn’t realize that after her 1 cup a day limit, the rest comes out of her paycheck. still lives with her parents. lOUD. ZERO FILTER. will say whatever is on her mind at any time. is TERRIBLE with secrets and is pretty sure she’s gonna drop to someone that melissa and michael are dating and get them both fired! yay! bffs w/ melissa benoist, 

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Some Dylan and Soup Part 2, Feat Dylan’s hair

Summary, A/N: There’s soup, Dylan, a movie and his hair. Just a cute and short part 2 for the amazing @mf-despair-queen. Hope you like it and remember I love you! And you’re litteraly the only person I wrote a more than one part oneshot so I really love you lol.

Part 1 is here folks. / And part 3 here ;) / Here’s part 4! / Part 5 hihi

Knock Knock knock

"One moment, I'm coming! "

Knock Knock knock

After sighing loudly under the assaults made to my poor front door and throwing a tissue back into my full trashcan, my hand lazily drop into the empty popcorn bowl grabbed the remote and paused the movie I watched to go meet the person knocking with too much motivation at my door.

However, the last person I expected to see was Dylan, out of breath, his cheeks red and hair in a state just worse than mine. My eyes fell on the man, one of my eyebrows rose in questioning as I silently judged his presence in front of my apartment.

"Mal!” Dylan exclaimed, running one of his hands through his hair, only making it worse. “Are you ok? You ... you have red eyes and a runny nose, did you cried? I ... rushed here as soon as I could, worried when you weren’t answering your phone and... "

Without giving me time to answer, Dylan, who was wearing a black coat and blue jeans on this cold autumn day, came up to me with the ultimate goal of hugging me and absorbing all my suffering. I immediately raised my hands in front of me to stop him. Not that I refused a hug from my friend, never, but I didn’t want to contaminate him.

"What are you trying to do?” I asked him with a small laugh while raising both eyebrows this time.

"... Comfort you?” He whispered in a hoarse voice, scratching his chin, his arms open in order to give me affection with his body fell back to their place following my refusal. And damn, I would have preferred to accept his offer.

"I didn’t cry," I snorted, shaking my head, more and more amused. "I caught a cold.” The word cold sounded a long time in my mouth for him to understand and his lips formed an O as he processed my words.

" Oh. I. I. Oh. "

"Yeah ... Sorry you came for nothing," I apologized clumsily as I stared at the floor, mechanically scratching the back of my head. "I shut down my phone."

"No, it's nothing, Mal! I… "

The guilt of worrying him and the cute face he was making made me sigh again, not knowing what to do. If I hadn’t been sick, I wouldn’t have hesitated to invite him inside to watch the movie that was waiting for me in the living room, but contaminating an actor with a cold was not a good thing at all for him and his career. Just imagine Mitch Rapp desecrated insults and death threats with a stuffy nose and fever.

"Did you eat? "

I looked up at Dylan who was still waiting in front of my open door with now his hands in the pockets of his pants and my ears caught the word eat out of his mouth, making my stomach growl.

"No," I told him softly, reminding me of the last time he had cooked at my place and how he had made a mess.

" Perfect. "

Then, without permission, not that it frustrated me, on the opposite, Dylan entered my apartment and walked straight to my kitchen after removing his coat. "Sit down, I'll prepare something for you. "

"Dyl ..." I insisted, despite my intense desire to let him go and spend a relaxing evening in his arms, I absolutely didn’t want to give him what I caught.

"Mal," the brunette mumbled, showing his face behind the wall of my kitchen. "Sit down, I'll come back with something to eat."

Defeated, I raised my arms to the sky, locked my door and returned to my private little fort under my ton of blankets. I put the bowl of empty popcorn on the coffee table in the living room and waited. Unlike last time, no sound of shattered plates was heard and when Dylan returned, he didn’t have stained clothes. It was an improvement. He smiled at me, proud, a smoking bowl in his hands. I rolled my eyes as a smile stretched my lips as well, savoring the smell I recognized.

"Soup? "

"Stop it, I know you love it. Otherwise your kitchen wouldn’t be filled with soup," my friend laughed as he sat down next to me, handing me the bowl. I took it slowly to not spill anything. "What are you watching? "

"Pokemon the first movie," I replied while taking a bite, only to grimace. It was very hot.

"Pokemon? "

My head suddenly turned to him, recognizing in his tone a little judgment.

"Yes. Pokemon. You're not going to tell me it's something for kids and not my age because if you were planning to do so, my soup will go on your head. "

Dylan straightened up on the sofa and sat comfortably, his head turned toward the television, which showed the scene frozen on pause. "Nope. Pokemon is perfect. And I’m done with the scenes I had to shoot today so I can watch it with you. "

I smiled again, grabbing a tissue to blow my nose loudly, placing the bowl on my thighs while washing my hands with disinfectant. Then I took the remote and pressed play, taking a last look at Dylan who seemed strangely interested in the movie.

And in fact. I don’t know how, but at the end of the film, I could see Dylan reaching for my tissue box, trying to take one discreetly to wipe his eyes. It was just after the scene where all pokemons mourn Ash's death, stopping their fights to cry, all united in Pikachu's pain and his friend's sacrifice. After finishing my bowl earlier I had asked Dylan to lie down on my thighs, strange but thoughtful request because I could play in his hair during the whole movie and have a view on his face in tears at the time of the famous scene. In the end, the generic deflated and I was still passing my fingers without realizing it in his hair soft and impossible to style.

"Did you like the movie?” I asked, tilting my head to meet his gaze. Dylan straightened quickly and wiped his nose, caught on the fact of having, indeed, really been absorbed into the amazing world of Pokemon.

"It was good," the brunette replied, getting up and stretching before taking a look at the clock. "It's getting late… "

"Stay for the night," I suggested. "You sleep on the sofa and I sleep in my room."

A yawn confirmed his desire to say yes and he nodded positively before heading to the bathroom where he always left pajamas and underwear, just in case a similar situation occurred.  “I'll take a shower. "

The red rose at a blistering speed on my cheeks already red with fever at the mere thought of his naked body, a thought I drove out of my mind when I snooze, standing up to follow Dylan before he did anything.

"Dyl, can you give me medicine for colds before you..." The sound of the shower answered me on the other side of the door and my eyes became as round as ping pong balls. "It can wait ....... I guess."

The next day, I felt really better. A good night's sleep, a good evening in front of my favorite movie and the man of my dreams, a bowl of delicious soup, soup that was also consumed by Dylan who ended up being hungry and a few pills later, the fever was gone and my nose had stopped running like a faucet. So I went to my living room, where Dylan was, only to see my friend half moaning in pain on his deathbed.

"Dyl?” I went up to him and noticed that his eyes and nose were red, as if he had been crying, and his cheeks were also red. I frowned and put my hand on his forehead. "Uh Oh. Looks like you caught my cold," I laughed softly, feeling bad but finding the situation comical. I had warned him and he was strangely cute overreacting at his suffering. Men have so much trouble surviving colds.

"I'm going to die ..." The latter grunted, holding out a hand to me like a dying man and I rolled my eyes. "Please, end my suffering."

I grabbed his hand in mine and patted it, raising my eyebrows as I gave him a sympathetic and slightly mocking look.

"I know it's 8 o'clock in the morning," I giggled softly with a smile. "But do you want some soup?"

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Some Dylan and Soup

This is short and probably full of mistakes but actually full of good intentions. For @mf-despair-queen who doesn’t feel good recently, to show you I care, I love you with all my heart and I wish you hapiness and kindness, to show my passion and devotion to your blog and talented writings, here’s the fic you kinda asked me. I wrote it in 2 hours, so it is probably very bad. But who cares (I do lol) here is some Dylan comfort fic. Exactly 1900 words of you and Dylan. I love you, Mal. Don’t ever forget that. And I hope you’ll enjoy this fic as much as I enjoy your writings. And yes I put myself in the fic. Lolol.

Part 2 is here folks. / And part 3 here! / And here’s part 4 ! / Part 5 hihi

Knock knock knock

Three distinct, rapid knocks brought to the front door startled me, too absorbed in my contemplation of the void before me consisting of the television screen shut. After long hours, tears finally stopped flowing on my cheeks but my eyes still burned for having cried too much. And all the handkerchiefs piled up in front of me testified to all my repressed suffering.

I was sitting on my couch in my living room, wrapped in a blanket, alone. I hadn’t had the strength to open the television, eternally fixing the void while enduring the emotions brutally stabbing my chest.

Knock knock knock

The blows became stronger, faster and more pressing. I looked up at the entrance, not moving at all. If I didn’t respond the person would get bored to wait and leave me alone. No matter who it was, he didn’t care about me. Nobody cared about me. I was alone in my grief and guilt.

Knock knock knock knock

The persistent person continued to knock at my door. Without ceasing, without taking a pause, the knocks were made only more and more persistent. Then a voice on the other side resounded in a lost corner of my conscience. I recognized the color of the voice that came to put life into my limbs.

“Mal, it’s Dylan, I know you’re here …” A pause on the other side where I imagine very well my friend and forever crush passed his hand in his messy hair while his tongue licked his lips, nervous and worried. “I … I’m here for you, please open the door.”

No sound came out of my mouth, my eyes still staring at the closed door. The silence grew and I even thought for a moment that he was gone, but a slight knock confirmed the opposite.

“If you don’t open, I will stay here, in front of your door and wait as long as it takes. And you won’t have the pleasure of eating some of my specialities. ”

A low laugh, almost a sigh gently lifted my chest. My eyelids closed while a thin smile, barely raising the corners of my mouth, appeared on my face. My legs retaliated under the action, but I got up and walked slowly towards the door that I unlocked and opened to see him in front of me.

Dylan had his back turned to me and passed his hands through his hair. As he heard the door open, he swiveled quickly and my eyes met his pupils colored with honey which lit up by seeing me in front of him, the blanket still on my shoulders. He wore a black sweater with long sleeves, something simpler but beautiful as well as a pair of black jeans. His eyes became tinged with sadness when he saw what condition I was in and didn’t hesitate a moment before coming to take me in his arms. He walked towards me, his arms wide open and his brows furrowed with anxiety. As soon as I felt his embrace against me, his warmth and his comforting odor, new tears came to burn my eyes which I tried to hide, huddling my face against his chest. After taking a deep breath to memorize his smell, I slowly passed my arms around his chest to squeeze him against me, feeling under my fingers the indistinct forms of his muscles under his sweater.

Dylan gave the best hugs. He succeeded with this simple gesture to momentarily chase my deepest pains, illuminating my darkness and my dark thoughts with a comforting and warm light. His wide arms were still around me and I could feel his chin on the top of my head. I wished that this moment never ceased. But we were in front of my front door which was still open so we had to go inside.

“You have to cook something for me …” I murmured against his chest in a hoarse, broken voice, a voice I had not heard for too long. Without leaving our embrace, Dylan walked with me in his arms, making me step back. Then he closed the door with his foot and guided me to the living room where he took the time to sit me down while placing my blanket against my chin. I looked up at him and crossed his sad eyes. I did not want him to leave me alone. My hand pulled out of the blanket to catch him by the sweater and he smiled tenderly, smile that could cure cancers. No joke.

“I’ll only go prepare you something to eat, Mal. I’ll get back,” Dylan whispered tenderly, and his words came to pinch my heart. So much kindness, I didn’t deserve so much kindness. His hand passed softly through my hair and he leaned down to lay his lips on my forehead, leaving them there for a moment before removing them and heading to my kitchen, leaving me and leaving my heart in a state of intense drumming.

Time passed and the coldness of solitude returned, although I knew Dylan was in my kitchen not far from me as I could heard the cacophony that resonated in my silent apartment. A ton of questions and remorse continued to cling to my heart like thorny lianas while I waited for the actor to come back, hoping he would come back. After a moment and a few sounds of broken plates, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Dylan, stains of food all over his clothes and hair, a bowl in his hands also stained and especially a small shy smile stretching his lips, subtle but adorable. My heart seemed to live again.

Dylan sat down beside me and I turned my head towards him as he handed me a bowl of tomato and rice soup. I stared at the bowl, at him and then looked at the bowl again.

“I know, it’s not the best meal you’ll eat, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I just warmed up a cane of soup I found in the bottom of your pantry, still eatable hopefully,” Dylan stammered, feeling guilty about not being able to do more. For my part, my eyes filled with water before the attention he had paid to me. It was just soup but it meant everything to me. Seeing that I was crying again, Dylan’s eyes began to panic. “I can cook you something else if you don’t like soup, like uhm make pancake? Or some… ”

“Soup is perfect,” I quickly replied by swallowing, removing the dish from his hands to put it on my legs crossed in front of me. Without looking at him, I took the spoon and brought soup to my mouth, immediately feeling the warm and comforting liquid coming down my throat. “How …” I started playing with my spoon in the red liquid. “How did you know that …”

“Audrey called me. She gets a lot of worries for you, you know? And me too. ”

“Nobody cares…”

“That’s not true. I care. Audrey cares. A lot of people care. You are not alone. You will never be alone. We love you. I love you.”

At the sound of the three simple words, my hand froze and my eyes left the steaming bowl to turn my head towards him. Dylan had stood in his seat and had his elbows on his knees, his lips forming a thin line as he pulled out his tongue to lick them nervously. My mouth remained open, both shocked and surprised that these words came out of his mouth. I had the biggest crush in the universe on Dylan O'Brien. And to hear him say his words, to be there for me, so much kindness brought to me, it was too much. New tears came over my eyes. But even before I could add anything, Dylan pointed out my bowl of soup with his venous hand I liked so much.

“Eat a little. I put a lot of effort into it. ”

My dry lips stretched a little to form a smile that was both sad and filled with a new feeling. Hope? Relieved? Wellness? The pain was momentarily gone. And that precise moment, just the look we exchanged, succeeded in making me forget my pain and worries.

My hand caught the spoon and took another sip of my soup.

After I finished my soup, I put the bowl on my coffee table and snuggled a little more in my blanket while staring at the pile of used handkerchiefs on the floor that I hadn’t bothered to pick up. Dylan didn’t seem to notice, however, and focused all his attention on me.

“Do you want to watch TV? Change your mind? ”

I glanced at Dylan staring at me waiting for an answer, passing his hand against his chin and few days beard that suited him so well. My eyes caught something above his head in his hair, and without answering him I came closer to him and lifted my arm. He froze, not immediately realizing what I was trying to do until my hand reached a lock of his hair covered with tomato sauce that I cleaned out.

“You have sauce in your hair,” I laughed softly before wiping my fingers on my blanket, having the last worry to dirty it. Dylan’s brown honey eyes remained on my face and for a moment I wondered why. He had something in his way of looking at me that would usually make me feel uncomfortable but at that moment, it was only gentle, tender and … filled with love. My hand stood up again and went to rest on his head, slowly passing through his hair which was very soft under my fingers.

“Your hair is so soft,” I murmured, leaning my head to the side while looking at him. Then, without taking my eyes off me, Dylan pointed my blanket.

“Wanna give me some place?”

I shyly shook my head as I pulled my hand away from his head. Dylan withdrew his shoes and snuggled close to me under the blanket and placed my head against his shoulder gently. Sobs broke out again and just before I burst into tears, I heard him humming the air of my favorite song, the vibration of his voice was both calming and comforting and the sound of his voice soothed my sobs. My head descended and landed on his chest, just where his heartbeat sounded with a steady rhythm. My heartbeat calmed down and took the same rhythm as his own while his hand traced circles softly on my arm.

That night we didn’t watch television, it wasn’t necessary. Dylan was there for me, he hummed all the songs that were familiar to me all night, whispered soft words and stayed with me until I fell asleep, exhausted. And the next day I woke up beside him. He stayed and remained all day, calling his producer to tell him he couldn’t come to shoot his scenes because he was sick, only to stay with me. And we watched the first three seasons of my favorite TV show that day, tomato soup as the only food for our stomachs and love for my crumbling heart which slowly began to find its broken pieces put together with Dylan’s presence.

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Some Dylan and Soup - Part 3 - Feat cold and cuddles

Summary / A/n: Dylan caught your cold. It’s now your turn to take care of him. Your best friend, your crush and the boy you’re in love with. Can soup really cure every diseases?

Hey it’s me again! Merry late Christmas, @mf-despair-queen! I love you and hope you like this new chapter!

Sorry it always takes so much time between chapter haha. Also. Yes I am in the story. And yes I studied medicine. So what I said about cold is true! (And I’m as sick as Dylan. So sorry if it’s bad. I’m literally dying in front of my computer. but I had to write this.)

Part 1 here! / And Part 2 here! / And here’s part 4 ! /  Part 5 hihi

"Here," I whispered softly as I sat next to Dylan, a smoking a bowl in my hands. He snuggled up on his elbows, his nose red and his eyes watering. I knew I shouldn’t ... but to see him sick was something cute.

My friend took the bowl of soup and put it on his lap. Then, after blowing his nose one last time, took a sip of the hot liquid and closed his eyes.

"Hmmm ... tastes good," he mumbled hoarsely as he tried to flush out his throat. But it only started a new coughing fit. Worried, I got closer to him and put my hands on his to stabilize the bowl. "You shouldn’t touch me," he continued, smiling weakly at me. "To not catch the cold again, now that you seem better."

"Don’t worry about me," I smiled at him. "It's impossible for me to catch your cold, since I've had it before. Something related to white blood cells that have the antibodies to fight it.”

"But if that's the case," Dylan continued, taking another mouthful of the chicken and noodle soup, sipping loudly. "We would catch the cold once and then never again."

"Yes, but no ... well, it's Audrey who knows more about it, you know how she is ... She loves to talk to me about everything she learns at school," I explained, reminding myself how my friend could talk about different human body’s diseases sometimes quite disgusting. "Every cold has ... a code, if I could say? Different. Each strain is different, so white blood cells need to reform specific antibodies for each new virus. "

"Well ..." Dylan started, unconvinced. "I’ll just remember you can’t catch your cold again.” He raised his spoon as if to toast his words and continued to eat his soup.

Earlier, the actor had called the director of the film in which he was playing to take the day off. The latter, contrary to what I had feared, didn’t seem too angry. It was so rare Dylan took a day off, the director was almost relieved it happened before the movie star fainted under the workload. And for my part, I had taken the whole week off just in case, so I had all my time to take care of my little patient.

After his soup, and after taking medicine and vitamins, Dylan lay down on the couch and climbed the blanket up to his chin, shaking from head to toe. He explained to me that he was very cold. When I put my hand on his forehead, I understood why. He must have had a lot of fever.

"You have to take off the blanket," I explained to him. "To bring down the fever."

"But I'm cold ..." The latter complained, pouting, an expression so cute I couldn’t succeed in removing his source of heat. After laughing softly, I made a deal.

"We exchange. The blanket against me. "

A smile came over Dylan's reddened face and he pulled the blanket off near the almost empty tissue box on the floor. I got up and went to lie next to him on the sofa. Dylan took advantage of it to stick against me on his stomach and put his head against my shoulder. Thus, I could stroke his hair and run my fingers between his soft and slightly soaked by the sweat of his fever strands. If he had been a cat, I was sure he'd start purring. The position was comfortable, and I felt good in his arms even though my friend was sick. I knew it was wrong to take advantage of his weakness to stay close to him one more day. I knew it was wrong to love my best friend.

But I just couldn’t help it.

My feelings for the actor had simply grown since the first time he came to comfort me. And they got to the top yesterday, when he had let go of everything to see me just because I wasn’t answering my phone. And he even took the risk of catching the cold to make me soup and stay with me.

My eyes closed and my breathing caught the same rhythm as his, my heart beating gently the feelings I had for Dylan. Just for today, just this time, I was going to let myself go.

My grip against his body became stronger and I took a deep breath of his scent, trying to memorize forever the ephemeral moment. I did my best to remember the scene, the sensation of his body on mine, his stifling heat enveloping me with his smell ... his regular breathing and the feeling of his heart beating as fast as mine against my chest.

And a sad smile stretched my lips as I fell asleep.

"Atchoo!” A loud sneeze woke me with a start. I moved in all directions, opening my eyes, not immediately understanding where the infernal noise was coming from. My sleep-numbed eyes took a few seconds to understand it was only Dylan who had sneezed. The latter was no longer on me, but a blanket had replaced his heat. A sound of someone blowing their noses loudly followed the sneeze. I glanced at the blanket, then at Dylan and finally figured it out.

"You’re leaving?"

"I can’t stay the rest of the week, Mal.” Dylan threw down his tissue and got up. But he probably got up too quickly because he lost his balance and fell down on the sofa.

"Yes, you can," I pulled off the blanket and moved closer to him, putting the back of my hand on his still warm forehead. "You're not going anywhere in this state."

"What are you, my mom?” The actor chuckled, making him cough right after.

"No," I reacted strongly to his comment by frowning. "I love you and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, so you'll stay."

I didn’t immediately realize the words I had just said. I only understood that something must have sounded weird when I saw the look Dylan gave me, eyes wide.

"What did you say?"

"That I -" I stopped suddenly, realizing my mistake. Had I just declared my love to my crush, best friend, and boy of my dreams?

Fuck. There is only one thing I can do now. Assuming. It's time.

"I love you, Dylan," I repeated, my heart pounding in my ribcage. "And ... I refuse that bad things happen to you," I bit my lower lip, nervousness intolerable inside.

His face seemed to relax and he took a calm, gentle expression, almost serene. Dylan put his hand on mine and smiled at me.

"I love you too, Mal."

Oh shit. What?

"And I'm very happy to be your best friend."

I knew it. I just got friendzoned.

I forced a smile to appear on my face that was broken by reality. Dylan would never love me as I loved him.

"Me too," I replied after a moment. "Now you stay here. I'll take care of you a little more, until you're feeling good enough to stand up. "

Without waiting for his answer, I got up and left the living room, the sob of rejection still stuck in my throat.

I couldn’t know it, not yet. But the fever that Dylan had confused his ideas and judgment. And the I love you had sounded, for him, more friendly than something else. And in fact, the actor hoped deep down that it was something else.