Sleeping soundly in Dylan's arms, you dreamt of nothing but happiness. You had dreams of all of your favorite things, and slept without interruption.
Dylan, however, was having his own ass handed to him in a nightmare. He rustled about in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyelids moving frantically.
Eventually, he sat straight up. Shaking, and breathing heavily. You slowly and softly rose from your peaceful slumber to see what was the matter with your beloved boyfriend.
"What's wrong?" You asked rubbing your eyes and sitting up next to him.
"Sorry, I just, uh" he muttered. You couldn't see it through the darkness but he was blushing and fiddling with his thumbs, obviously too embarrassed to tell you about his nightmare.
"C'mon Dyl, it's like 3 am. What's got you so shaken?" You quizzed again, blindly reaching out to massage his back.
He sighed, "Promise you won't laugh?" He asked in a small voice.
You couldn't help but smile at his childlike response. "Of course I won't."
"Well, I had a nightmare." He said bluntly.
"Do you wanna talk about it? Hm?" You poked, wanting him to explain further.
"Well, y'know those old street fighter games?" He said shyly.
"Yeah..?" You said, leaning closer to him.
"I had a dream I was stuck in one of those. And, let me tell ya, I was doing really bad." He chuckled and rubbed the back of this neck.
"Aw, I'm sorry. Are you okay now, or do you want some water?" You asked quietly, rubbing circles into his back.
"Nah, I'm fine" he said engulfing you in a hug. Miraculously, only moments later, he was sound asleep.
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
Fanfiction|| REQUESTS OPEN || A series (in the making) of short stories and imagines starring you and Dylan O'Brien.
