Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Panic Attack// Stiles Stilinski

You know he had panic attack almost as rare a bear in Chicago.

Like when it happens, you know something is super wrong. That if Stiles has a panic attack, hope has been lost and fear has taken over his body.

His dad has been taken to be sacrificed. So if your parents would have been taken, then you wouldn't be exactly joyful.

But you had no one, both of your parents died, you lived in foster care up until about 8 months ago, when you turned 18. You got a weekly allowance of 20 bucks and you never spent it. You were staying there for 4 years. So you have about 4160 bucks.

You bought a bike, and an apartment. You work at a local coffee shop making 10 bucks an hour.

You're life was set up for the good.

Until you met Stiles Stilinski.

Until the supernatural was real.

Until you fell in love with the dork.

So when he stopped in the middle of the hall, gasping for air, you pulled him into the locker room. He fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath. You had no idea what to do.

"Stiles, I-I don't know what to do," you said, sitting beside him. "Just try to breath."

"I-I can't." He said, his hand over his heart.

"Thing about happy things, you remember when-" You can't remember anything that could make him happy.

You put your hands on either side of his face. "Stiles, it's okay, we'll find him."

He stares into your eyes, his breathing becoming ragged.

Without thinking, you slam your lips onto his, closing your eyes, focusing on the feelings of his lips on yours.

You pull back, your eyes still closed, your lips numb from the sensation of his lips.

He took a breath, his breathing back to normal.

"How'd you do that?" He asks, you snatch your hands from his face, your cheeks burning red.

"I uh I read somewhere that holding your breath can stop a panic attack.

"You're uh- smart." He says.

You didn't wanna stress his out anymore so you started to get up. But he pulled you back down, slamming his lips onto yours.

"God, you're amazing." He says against your lips as a giggle escapes your mouth.