Dylan O'Brien Imagines

The Look-Dylan O'Brien

I am in my third year of college and it is kicking my ass. I am having trouble balancing school, work, family drama, my non-existent social life, and my love life that is hanging on by a thread.

It doesn't help that the one person who could help me through all of this is on the other side of the country filming Teen Wolf.

To be honest, I haven't been entirely truthful with him. Whenever he has time and we FaceTime, I leave out how stressed I am and make sure we spend the whole time talking about him.

I was in the middle of finals and I haven't slept since my professors handed out their study guides. Last night, it was around 4 in the morning when I finally fell asleep.

I woke up this morning to a series of texts that instantly made me tear up.

Dyl 😘: I miss you, baby.
Dyl 😘: I hope your finals are going well.
Dyl 😘: I love you.

I took a deep breath before texting him back.

Me: I miss you too, babe. Halfway through finals and things are going well. I love you, too.

Dylan and I grew up together. We were best friends, practically joined at the hip. It wasn't until prom, Junior year that we started dating. At the last minute, my date bailed on me to go with another girl.

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I was in my leggings and a sweatshirt that I had stolen from Dylan, eating ice cream and watching a romantic comedy, when there was a knock at the door.

"Dyl?" I gasped when I saw him standing on my doorstep in a suit with a corsage in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking my best friend to Prom," he said like it was obvious.

"But you hate school dances," I smiled even though there were tears building up.

"True," he shrugged taking a step closer so he was right in front of me. I gasped when he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine.

He pulled away and smiled at me. "But, I love my best friend."

~~~

I bit my lip when Dylan started FaceTiming me. I sat up, leaned against the headboard, put a fake smile on my face and answered the call.

"There's my girl!" The minute I saw his smiling face, mine became less fake.

"Hi, baby."

"What's wrong?" He asked as his smile fell. "You look tired. Did you sleep?"

"Yeah," I said softly. "I was just umm. . . I was up a little later than normal studying."

"Y/N, you know how much I love you. And I know how hard you work and how much you bust your ass, but. . . Y/N, baby, I hate to see you tiring yourself out. I don't want you getting sick like. . ."

"Like I did senior year," I finished for him.

"I'm sorry, baby. It's just. . . You were so stressed out over your AP tests and getting your college application in, you didn't eat for three days. You ended up in the hospital, Y/N."

"That's not going to happen again," I sighed. "I'm fine, Dyl."

"Y/N," he said softly. I bit my lip, knowing he had seen right through my lie. "Talk to me."

"Okay," I sighed. "I may be a little stressed this semester with school and work and everything."

"Baby," he said softly. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped."

"How?" I scoffed, instantly wishing I hadn't told him. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "It's just. . . You're across the country and your filming schedule is so crazy. I am so proud of you, baby, and I don't want to add to your already crazy busy life."

"I want you to add to my crazy busy life, Y/N." He interrupted with a smile.

I couldn't stop the tears that started to form. "I miss you," I said softly, looking anywhere but at my phone.

"I miss you too, baby."

After I got off FaceTime with Dylan, I sat at my desk and started studying for my Psychology final I had in two days. I constantly caught myself falling asleep and struggling to keep my eyes open.

When I couldn't fight it any longer, I laid my head down on the desk and instantly fell asleep. I don't know how long I was asleep before I felt someone gently rub my back.

"Y/N," I heard someone whispered as they tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

My eyes fluttered opened and closed before snapping open when I saw who it was that was kneeling in front of me.

"Dylan?" My voice broke as I quickly sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, making us both fall to the ground. I sat up, pulling him with me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He let out a small laugh as he reached up and caught my tears with both his thumbs. "Well, we finished early and after our call yesterday. . ."

"Wait, that was yesterday?" I asked, cutting him off.

He sent me a look before continuing, "I saw how exhausted you were and after our call I decided to fly out and help you study."

"But," I started to say. He immediately cut me off.

"Then," he said cutting me off. "After your finals, you and I are going away."

"Away?"

"Away," he smirked before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.

*****

Dylan spent the next few days helping me study for my finals. Well, he mostly just made sure I ate and I didn't stay up too late.

I was laying on my stomach on my bed studying for my last final of the week while Dylan was sitting on the floor flipping through one of my textbooks.

I looked up and smiled when I noticed him staring at me. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I laughed. "Do I have highlighter on my face again? I swear, Dyl, if I have marker on my face again you have to tell me."

"No," he laughed. "You don't have highlighter on your face."

"Then why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He asked, innocently.

"Like that. With that weird look on your face?"

"Because, this is the look of a man who is looking at the woman he loves more than anything in the world. More than his job, more than food, more than Posey, more than anything. This is the look of a man who is looking at the woman he wants to marry someday."

"You want to. . ." I stuttered, unable to find the right words. "You mean that?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"Of course I mean that," Dylan laughed. "I love you, Y/N. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you too," I said as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

From that day on, whenever Dylan looked at me, it was always with that look on his face.