#fuckyeahhobrien

So yeah this is my contribution to Hobrien Week. The idea was inspired by the commentary on this gif set here and constileslations' post in the same vein. 

I don't really write RPF, so this was weird for me. I kind of had to just pretend they were characters. They actually are real people though so none of this is my statement about their personal lives etc, etc. 

(Read on AO3)

When Dylan enters Tyler’s apartment, he’s immediately struck by how silent the space is. Hoechlin isn’t one for quiet. If he’s not in the kitchen cooking loudly or blending a disgustingly healthy smoothie, then there’s usually a game playing on the television. (Dylan had never realized the sheer number of sports in existence throughout the year or that one person could enjoy watching literally all of them.) Last resort, an iPhone would play music lowly from its jack near the bedroom door.

But it was never quiet. Never.  

Hell, Tyler even needed the sound of his little nature app to create soothing melodies as he drifted off to sleep. Not that Dylan finds that cute. Really. He doesn’t. (He totally does though. He’s grinning like an idiot just thinking about the whale setting and how he’d pretended to speak humpback once until the two of them were a giggling mess under the blankets. They couldn’t sleep for hours, but the waffles at the 24 hour diner next door were delicious.)

If he didn’t think something was wrong before, he knows it is the moment he steps into the bedroom and sees a Tyler sized lump curled beneath the covers at the center of the bed.

“Well hello there handsome,” Dylan chirps, draping his jacket across the back of the desk chair. The lump grumbles in malcontent as though Dylan has already said something wrong.

He pokes what he thinks might be a leg. “Why are you hiding?”

The only response is the foot shaped lump squirming more toward its owner and away from Dylan’s prodding fingers. He eyes the blankets warily. He knows Tyler’s not sleeping. The man is abnormally sunshiney at any stake of wakefulness. When he talks in his sleep, it’s always happy little mumblings about Dylan or his family or pizza. Most commonly pizza, if they’re being honest.

Dylan toes off his shoes and circles the bed until he’s standing on the side he thinks Tyler is facing. He lifts the blankets, crawling and squirming beneath them until he’s lying just a foot or so from Hoechlin’s face. The blankets are already warm with body heat. His ass is precariously close to the edge, but he ignores it. 

“Why are we sad?” he asks the sweet, open countenance in front of him. The muted light streaming through the comforter brings out the pink in his skin, makes his eyes pop green. Tyler is not Derek. His face is rarely hard, his mouth still tilted up around the corners even in moments like this. 

“I’m not sad,” but he’s looking at Dylan’s chin without meeting his gaze. Their voices are low even though there isn’t really a reason for it.  

“I don’t know,” Dylan replies speculatively. “This feels a lot like a pity part that we’re having here.”

Hoech’s brows draw together then. Dylan’s thumb reaches to sooth the crease between them.

“It’s not a bad thing, babe,” he pacifies, settling his palm on the rough stubble of Tyler’s cheek. “Everyone needs a pity party every now and again. You don’t have to be happy all the time.”

“I know,” comes the response as Tyler gently grasps the hand on his face, kissing the heel of it and then settling their intertwined fingers in the space between them.

“You wanna tell me why we’re having one though?”

“It’s…petty. Stupid.” Hoechlin’s eyes are trained on sheet beneath their thumbs.

“Mm, I don’t know. Seems like it’s pretty important to you.”

Tyler keeps his eyes trained on the fabric as he worries it halfheartedly. He’s an open soul on the surface. Face relaxed and happy, posture approachable. But Dylan knows the deeper stuff is hard. He doesn’t doubt that Tyler will answer honestly though.

“I—” he stops. He’s not going to look at Dylan, which gives the other man free reign to examine all the ticks in his face as he works through a thought. “I work really hard on acting, you know. I know it’s just a dumb werewolf show on MTV, but I…I take it really seriously, I guess.”

“Mmhmm,” Dylan acknowledges, encouraging him to continue.

“And sometimes it gets really—not ‘upsetting’ but um…”

“'Disheartening'?” Dylan tries, because Tyler isn’t actually that good with words when they aren’t written down for him and Dylan can already sense the direction the conversation is going to take.

“Yeah. It gets disheartening when you’re proud of something and all anybody wants to talk about is…how you looked when you did it.”

Dylan is quiet for a moment. He knows—knows—he can be the biggest offender of this at times and that he’ll likely continue to be in the future. He can be an asshole, he’ll admit that openly. He thinks probably doesn’t deserve the beautiful person in front of him.

“Well…you know you’re gorgeous.” Tyler glares a little from under his lashes. “But. You’re also kind and accepting and strong and hardworking and—hey. Look at me for this one.” Hoechlin obliges, chin tilting up and eyes hopeful. “A fantastic actor.”

He bites back a smile, “Yeah?”

Dylan knows he could stop there. Tyler is ridiculously easy to please. A few kind words to balm his wounds will leave him with a pep in his step for days. But Dylan also knows that while he is bombarded with compliments on his acting and talent and potential, Hoech is starved for praise about anything that isn’t in line with how he looks.

“Dude,” he trucks on, “you are like…the embodiment of sunshine, and you believably portray one of the most dark and broody characters on television. Without you, that’s all Derek Hale would be. You bring him to life.”

“Really?” Tyler says. And if it’d keep that beaming smile on his face, Dylan would continue on for hours.

Instead, he pushes forward to kiss that grinning mouth and assures, “Yes really.” He starts to pull back but Tyler reels him in until their lips are slotted back together, coaxing his mouth open just enough to imply intent.

“Mm so I guess we’re not getting out from under here then, huh?”

Tyler is silent for a moment too long.

“Hoech?”

“…it’s too quiet. Can I turn my nature sounds on at least?”

Here's a couple more Hobrien fics for you guys to enjoy this week!

Tightrope (Oneshot: 6420: E)

Dylan always thought he hand a handle on things, but the explosive popularity of Teen Wolf and his sudden awareness of the fans sites has forced him to face the truth. Off balance and scrambling to make sense of his feelings, Dylan is teetering on the edge of what could be a personal and professional disaster. The one person he could usually count on to help him is the one person who is the cause of his confusion.

Twenty-One and Done (Oneshot: 2811: T)

It’s official. The day has arrived. Dylan ‘The Man’ O’Brien can legally drink.

A Wish and a Kiss (Oneshot: 3544: E)

Dylan has a crush, he tries to suppress it, a lot. But when Hoechlin sees one text from Holland to Dylan, things start to go from there. Sometimes accidents can be the best accidents.

Before, During, and After (Oneshot: 3774: NR)

They had done the table read that morning and Dylan had just kind of laughed his way through the lines, not actually believing that they would make him hold up Hoechlin in a swimming pool. Because Hoechlin was all muscle-y and Dylan was all… not muscle-y.

The Greatest Catch (Oneshot: 2226: G)

Tyler brings Dylan to the Annual Hoechlin Clan Labor Day Barbecue. Dylan is nervous, but Tyler knows his family will love him. Tyler is right. 

We're So Beyond This (Oneshot: 3730: M)

Tyler doesn't want to think about his attraction to Dylan. He doesn't want to give it any thought at all, actually, because he knows that once he does, he won't be able to stop. And that's when things get messy.

Leave Them On (Onseshot: 2076: T)

Dylan and Posey enjoy stirring their roommate, Hoechlin. But Dylan wasn't expecting it to net him with a new boyfriend.

Pass the 'Tussin (Oneshot: 2007: G)

“Thanks,” Tyler says, and smiles. It’s weak, but he tries to put everything he’s not willing to say (because professing your giant love for someone when you’re vomiting is not on) behind it, and Dylan looks like maybe he gets it, goes a little redder in the face.

Been Lonely For You (Oneshot: 4140: M)

Dylan’s taken to shaving on set because apparently if he shaves at home before coming in, it grows back too quickly for him to pass as a teenager on screen. So now Dylan sits in the make up trailer, rubbing a hand over his face with a shaver in his other hand and Tyler — he keeps noticing things. Like the way Dylan’s facial hair is scattered across his cheekbones; how he tilts his chin up to make sure he gets rid of all of the hair; the tapping of his fingers along his jawline when he’s finished. Dylan’s all half closed eyes and messed up hair as he shaves, and it’s torture.

Breaking My Will (Oneshot: 1240: T)

Happy Hobrien Week everyone! This week (17th - 21st) I will be recc'ing Hobrien fics along with posting fanart/graphics. (I will still rec some Sterek, but it will mainly be Hobrien) As for now, here is the first day of Hobrien recs!

Smiles Lines (Complete:8515: T)**

The thing about Hoechlin is that he never stops laughing. And that's freaky, because he doesn't have the kind of face you picturelaughing; but he actually doesn't stop doing it, and it's hard to catch him without a smile, cheeks all dimples, eyes surrounded by smile lines.

Of Bowties and Boxer Shorts (AKA DORKS IN LOVE) (Complete: 2166: M)**

"Excuse you. Did you get your look from Hoechlin’s closet."

Dylan was super surprised when he got back from San Diego and realized he and Hoechlin had accidentally swapped suitcases. And then he just shrugged and got dressed.

 Who Are You, Really? (Complete: 20105: E)**

Dylan and Hoechlin learn more about each other the longer they work together. The more they learn, the more they like.

Like the Sky Fell on Me (Complete: 16221 :E)

Hoechlin was already shirtless when Dylan got there. Of course.

The Start of a Simple Touch (Complete: 13890: E)

To Paris, with love. And blowjobs.

Sextin With Hoechlin (Complete: 1783: M)

Prompt by tylerfucklin: ”Tyler pining while Dylan is filming in Atlanta for The Internship”. Missallisonloves added ‘sexting’ to the idea.

With Attitude (Complete: 1759: T)

“You are his prop,” The photojournalist tells him in her high pitched German accent.

“To be honest when I first suggested it to Mr Hoechlin I expected him to bring a vase or a lighter, but you! You are perfect. The tone of your skin, the lines of your body,” She eyes him up and down. “You will add another dimension to my work!”

until we see the sun (Complete: 12790: E)

Tyler pinpoints Dylan taking over his condo to somewhere around mid-March. 

Just Acting (Complete: 1612: T)

Dylan can’t help but fall for Tyler just as hard as his character had. 

Derek loved Stiles.

Tyler loved Stiles. 

Dylan was in love with Tyler. And it was breaking his heart.

When you Fall, You fall Far (Complete: 9088: E)

Posey, being the idiot that he becomes when his eyes glint with mischief, dares Dylan to do something that is obviously stupid. Dylan, being the idiot that he becomes whenever Posey challenges him, agrees without second thoughts.

"Maybe we should him on the head again." -Hoechlin

I'm finally done!!! Bwahahahaha! XD