"Stiles you really should go!" You yelled, struggling to get out of the restraints.
Struggling to pull his flesh off his bones.
"Stiles please, please go!" You screamed.
The music pounded against the floor board, making your ears pop.
"It's okay, I hate parties," he says. "It's a social anxiety thing. You ever had a panic attack?"
"I'm having one now." You said as you jumped towards him, struggling against the restraints.
"Ah! Okay, just breathe, okay," he stared at you as you growled lowly at him. "I'm not going to leave you."
"I don't want to hurt you." You growl.
"You're not going to hurt me." He says as you pull away from the restraints, the material ripping around your wrists.
"But I really want to."
You pulled at his face, the material finally ripping free.
You fell against, a low growl starting in your throat but stopping. Your claws retracted, along with your canines.
"You did it." He says, pulling you into a hug.
"Thank you, Stiles." You say in his chest.
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dylan is healing nicely and that makes me happy.
No one knows if he broke his cheekbone or something on his body.
I really hope he didn't hurt his beautiful
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
FanfictionThese are imagines with characters that Dylan O'Brien has played. Such as, Stuart Twombly, Stiles Stilinski, Dave Hodgeman, Thomas, AND HIMSELF. I'm gonna warn you that most of them are Stiles soo get over it.... LOVE YOU LOVELIES <3
