Dylan O'brien - Blog Posts
No more
A Whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine
Trigger warnings: Angst, domestic violence, blood.
Read at your own risk!
If you ever come into contact with such violence against you or anybody you know, please, contact the authorities or call the domestic violence hotlines. Nobody should ever feel oppressed and violated.
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Tired. You were simply tired of all the meaningless fighting. It wasn’t like you two didn’t have anything to fight for, having been together for so long had to mean something, didn't it? It didn't seem to be enough anymore though, to keep you two together. The once intertwined hands now pointed at each other in rage more often than they met in peace, the only laughter that was shared was out of anger and pity. The kisses once shared turned into harsh words, while love slowly turned into hatred. You don’t even remember when and how it all went wrong anymore. Days you once thought to be the worst of your life now only serving as a proof to the wind before a storm. A storm you were never ready for.
It had come to a point when neither of you even knew whether the other comes home, the bed once shared in peace and love had become only one of the evidences of a broken relationship, a lost war that had only left heaps of unhealed wounds. Some days it seemed to have stopped. The fighting, the lies and the hurt. His hands once again found yours, his lips - your body, leaving love bites next to the bruises he had left before. He had never intended to hurt you, no. He says to even not remember doing so, yet you do. Each mark, each wound, each word that often hurt more than what he left on your flesh for the world to see.
Each mark on his body. Ones you had never left there. Others have. And no matter how much it hurt you, there was nothing you could do about it. The smell of their perfume made you sick, the stains of their lipstick on his shirts made your stomach twist, but your hands never did anything more than clean and fold them for him to wear again, only to return with the same stains, just a different perfume. Was it really none of your business anymore?
More often than not you found yourself hiding. You kept trying to tell yourself that you are hiding from him, when in reality it was you you were hiding from, but couldn’t. Your heart was broken. To an extent where it was way past the point of repair, yet you managed to heal it every time you thought the pain had passed. And you were once again in love. He said to feel the same. Until the next time. And the next time proved to be worse than the ones before. It almost felt gradual. Like levels of a twisted game you never got tired of playing, but when you finally did, it presented you an offer you knew you couldn’t pass. It lured you in. Badly. Yet were you in the wrong for falling for the devil? They say that even the devil was an angel once locked out of the heaven. Maybe it was him the people had warned you and others about.
Summers had always been your favourite. Not because of the blooming nature, the bright colours or the warmth. It was because you could finally put on the dresses you had insisted on buying during the wintertime. It was until this summer that you realised your hatred for them. The marks on your body made you feel disgusted and unloveable. 'No wonder he didn’t love me anymore,' you had thought. 'Who would love somebody this broken on the inside and outside?’ But he did.
You came home to a smell of freshly picked flowers. A smell you had not felt in a long time. And there he was. A living devil in disguise of an angel. He smiled at you, making you wince. What had he done this time? Was it another girl he was trying to apologise for? No, it couldn’t be. He had stopped apologising for it a long time ago. Was it another broken mirror or a wall he had broken in the midst of having a spark of anger? However, his knuckles showed no evidence of it. His hand reached behind his back, you were no fool, you noticed that. You took a step back just as he did toward you. He sighed, yet didn't say a word. Then he spoke up.
“I love you,” he had said after what had felt like years of silence, “I love you and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me and I promise - no more,” he had said.
“Yes,” was your answer, even though your mind and soul was screaming no. He made a promise. You couldn’t do that to him. No, not you. You couldn’t hurt him. Not like he hurt you. Wounds heal, don’t they?
It had been a year since that day. He had come home to you, kissed you on your forehead and given you a bouquet of fleshly picked flowers.
“For you,” he had said. You smiled.
He took you by the hand and lead you to the garden. It was a peaceful night. The stars shone bright. A glass was put in your hand as one was in his. They clinked against each other.
“Cheers,” he toasted and smiled.
So much had changed within a year. It almost felt too good to be true. Almost. One glass turned into two. Two toasts in three, and four clinks in the breaking of the thin glass. Wine coated your lap. You had tried to laugh it off, but the alcohol in his system had other plans.
You had been here before, yet you were not the one to learn from your mistakes. Your body collided with the wall that was recently repaired in the hopes of never being broken again. The blood from your nose soon found your white dress. It was summer after all, and the old wounds had healed. But he wanted more. You looked back at him when he shouted. The veins on his forehead and the black eyes made him look insane. Yet he hadn’t expected your act of bravery. He had not expected to see you looking back at him as he raised his hand.
“Look away,” he demanded. You didn’t. You stood there and looked him dead in the eyes. Understanding. Hurting, but no more hiding.
His hand was still in the air, his breath got caught up in his lungs. Unmoving.
“No more,” she had whispered as she made her way to him. Caressing his cheek in such a manner that made silent tear run down his face. He fell on his knees. Begging.
“No more,” she repeated, as she took off her ring and made her way towards the door. And she didn't look back.
When Dylan O'Brien met Tyler Hoechlin for The first Time...
Lost in IKEA
Requested: No.
Prompt: [Person A] Mitch and [Person B] Josepha, get lost in IKEA.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Yo, so, I created a Tumblr years ago and forgot about it, typical me, but recently I’ve decided I want to “revive” my dead/never been used Tumblr account, and so this is what ya gonna get, a short shitty first prompt post. And now for a bit of a backstory of why I have put a Dylan O’Brien character (Mitch) and a Samantha Barks character (Josepha) together: Basically to cut a long story short me and my friend are doing this AU type thing, it’s just a bunch of Dylan and Sam characters all put together (it’s kind of like friends - but better ;) xD) Mitch and Josepha is one of the pairings in the AU. At the end of the day it’s just for fun. Also in the movie the set looked like IKEA, I’m not sure if it is or not but for the sake of the one shot we’ll say it is an IKEA set.
“Well this looks familiar...” Mitch stated, looking back at his time training with Stan Hurley.
“What do you mean?” Josepha asked curiously, “when I was training with Stan one of our tests was to track down an enemy in a public setting, they build a set of a store and it was IKEA...” he explained. Josepha nodded in response “well I doubt there’s any enemies in this IKEA, so I wouldn’t worry about it okay?” She looked up to him and gave him a reassuring smile, he gave her a small smile in return.
“So what’s first on the list?” Josepha questioned, “Oh! Right! Okay, umm...the first thing is...” Mitch trailed, list in hand, “...Furniture? So maybe we can do living room furniture first and then maybe...move on from there...” As much as Mitch is an organised, calculated assassin when it comes to shopping and normal things, he doesn’t really know what to do.
The couple set off into the store, but they soon found themselves lost.
“Um...where’s the living room furniture?” Mitch questioned, “I don’t know, we’re lost, do you know where we are?” Josepha stated, “No, why would I know? It was a small set and it wasn’t actually IKEA.” Mitch retorted, getting a little frustrated with their predicament.
Josepha grinned at Mitch’s state, finding amusement in her partners frustrated manner, as much as Mitch wanted to be serious, he couldn’t keep a straight face “it’s not funny” he smiled, Josepha just hummed in response.
After a few hours of searching they finally found the living room furniture, “Jesus, that took longer than anticipated...” Mitch noted, “unfortunately you can’t be good at everything baby.” Josepha commented, Mitch just glared at her.
Josepha grinned at Mitch mischievously, “love you.”
“Love you too.” He smiled.
Eh, it’s not great but it was all I could think of, I might re write this in the future, but still I hope you enjoyed reading this short ass one shot nonetheless xD
Also let me know if you want to know more about “The Gang” as we call it XD.
Cheers everyone! :)
❤❤❤
STILES STILINSKI looking attractive as hell in red
Not Okay premiere 7/28
Tiktok whowhatwear
Just so y'all know. I'm in love with Dylan O'Brien.
Portrait of Dylan O'Brien for my sister ♡
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Dylan O'Brien as Joel Dawson
“Love and Monsters", dir. Michael Matthews
The Outfit (2022): “The Wound Needs To Be Sealed. We Have To Stop This Bleeding.”
[PART 1] [PART 2]
The Outfit (2022): “The Wound Needs To Be Sealed. We Have To Stop This Bleeding.”
[PART 1] [PART 2]
Being Stiles Stilinski’s Twin Sister Would Include...
Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you
which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’
which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up
He always did
Being the exact opposite of him
Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities
Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up
Being each other’s best friend
Always having each other’s back
Fighting over who’d shower first
Fighting over what you’d have for dinner
Fighting over what you’d watch on TV
Fighting over who’d drive
Fighting over who’d get to date Derek
Stealing his clothes
Twin telepathy
Knowing when either of you was in trouble
Pulling pranks on Coach together
And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it
Even though he knew it was realistically pointless
Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two
They knew better
Having had to learn it the hard way
Being a member of Scott’s pack
Asking your help with the investigation
Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings
Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him
Instantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia
Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive
Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare
Calming him down after a panic attack
The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack
You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back
Leaving Beacon Hills with him
Forever watching out for each other
Being Scott McCall’s Younger Sister Would Include...
First things first, you two being inseparable since you were born
Being two years younger than Scott, but despite the age difference, you got along pretty well
Mostly because Melissa taught you from a very young age to always stand up for each other and stick together through thick and thin
Stiles was like, a second brother to you
Even though you slightly had a crush on him
Helping him go through his first full moon 🌕
Him wanting you to keep you safe at all costs, which meant keeping you uninvolved in the supernatural
Him failing to do so, since you quickly discovered you’re a Banshee
Which meant you got to spend a lot of time with Lydia and befriending her, although you disliked her at first because of her attitude towards Stiles
Scott being overprotective in general, like very overprotective
Texting or calling you constantly to make sure you’re okay
It could be annoying at times, but you secretly loved it
Let’s just say that, when you got on your first date, things didn’t go that well
Apart from Scott threatening the boy, he also gave you ‘the talk’
Basically lecturing you about protection
You rolling your eyes at him
Scott and Stiles spying on you the whole time
Eventually, you called it quits quite quickly. The dude was a jerk
Scott and Stiles took you home. You ordered pizza 🍕 and watched Disney movies cuddling on the couch
So after that night, you and Stiles grew pretty close
Stiles asked Scott’s permission to take you on a date, and he happily agreed
Stiles took you to the movies, and then for ice cream. He made sure everything was perfect
Him giving you his jacket, because you were cold
Not knowing whether he should kiss you or not
He drove you home, and as you got out of his Jeep, you gave him a kiss on the chick
After a couple of dates, you were official
During pack meetings, Stiles wouldn’t just keep his hands of you. Whether it was him just holding your hand, or hugging your waist
That didn’t go unnoticed from the pack members, especially Isaac
But you were quick to cut him off
And so was Scott
Getting matching tattoos
Late night pillow talks
Scott helping you when you were feeling down
You just always knew what to do. He’d either take you bowling or cook something for you and just snuggle with you on your bed
Trusting him more than anyone
Being heartbroken when he and Stiles left for college
They’d come back home once or twice a month though
Being there when you graduated
Attending the same college as him, and sharing an apartment
Coming back to Beacon Hills after five years and start a family with Stiles
Dating Scott McCall Would Include...
Having a crush on him since Kindergarten
Being best friends with both him and Stiles
Melissa acting like a mother to you
Being the school’s power couple
Sitting next to each other in class
Holding hands all the time
Quick kisses during breaks
Making out during lunch in the locker rooms
Cheering for him during practice
Wearing his letterman at all his games
Heated make out sessions
Sex in the car
Love bites everywhere
Cuddling after sex
Cooking breakfast the morning after
Showering together
Singing in the shower while washing each other’s hair
Shower sex
Dressing up in his clothes afterward
Working at the animal clinic
Him being overprotective
Him glaring at Isaac or Liam whenever they try to flirt with you
Him wanting to keep you safe
Being his anchor
Him taking your pain away whenever you get hurt
Helping him during his asthma attacks
Being inseparable
Long late night conversations while nuzzling in his chest
Motorcycle rides
Going to the same College
Getting married
#tbt to when this beautiful human being came into our lives on Teen Wolf <3
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Y/N: do you trust me?
Liam: no.
Y/N: smart man-
People who say that Teresa killed Newt:
Main Masterlist
Characters
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Peter parker(all 3)
Dylan O’Brien Characters
Stiles stilinski
Thomas
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
TWD
Daryl Dixon
Rick Grimes
Shane Walsh
COD
Simon"ghost"Riley
John"soap"Mactavish
Gaz
John Price
Konig
Keegan
Poly!141
GOT/HOTD
Aemond Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen
Stranger things
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Steddie x reader
Robin Buckley
Star Wars
din djarin
Anakin Skywalker
Obi wan kenobi
Luke Skywalker
Poe dameron
Last Of Us
Joel Miller
Ellie Williams(aged up to 18+)
Transformers
Optimus prime
Mirage
Bumblebee
911/Lone star
Eddie Diaz
Evan Buckley
poly!Buddie(Eddie/buck)
Tk(platonic)
Carlos(platonic)
Owen Strand(platonic)
Judd
Judd/grace(platonic)
TMNT
Leonardo(aged up 18+)
Michelangelo(aged up 18+)
Raphael (aged up 18+)
Donatello (aged up 18+)
TMNT(all four/platonic)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN
Happy birthday the one of the first person that I stan. I am very proud of him and where he is going.
