Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Strangle// Stiles

You set Stiles on the couch, trying not to make eye contact with him. You knew that if you did, you would fall into the Nogitsune's trap.

"So how do we keep him from moving?" You asked, standing in front of him.

"I think I have something for that." Deaton says before pulling a small tube of clear liquid from his bag.

"What's that?" Isaac asked.

"It's kanima venom, hold him down." Deaton says.

You put your hands on his shoulders, Isaac ready to help if needed. Deaton grabbed his chin, dripping the venom into his mouth just as his hand wrapped around your throat.

You tried to pull his hand away but he was much stronger than you. Isaac started to pull you away just as his hand slowly let go, falling limp by his side.

You fell in the chair beside him, struggling to catch your breath. You took deep breaths until air filled your lungs again. You were looking at the bruise marks on your throat when you heard Stiles say something. 

Melissa was looking at his cut on his stomach while you watched over him.

"You can't crumble that easily," Stiles smirks. "How are you going to hold up when Scott knows the truth?"

"What?" Melissa asks. You couldn't help but listen in on the conversation.

"When he finds out why his dad really left? You know he overheard it, right?" The Nogitsune smirks, "You had no idea."

You get up, standing behind Melissa as the conversation goes on. "You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the Sheriff. Hmm."

"But Stiles heard it like he hears everything. But you want to know why he never told Scott? Because he knew that Scott would never forgive you. He knew how much he would hate you."

"This isn't you, Stiles."

"It is now." 

You grabbed the tape from Melissa's hand and shoved it back onto his mouth. You nose twitching with anger.

"We're gonna get you out of this," you said to the brown eyed boy. His eyes were burning holes in yours. "I know because I love you."

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, your soft lips pressing against his temple.

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