Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Shaky Hands// Stiles

You cried as you backed into a wall, the Oni's closing in on you. You closed your eyes as one grabbed your arms and another grabbed your face.

It's gold shining eyes stared into yours, fear spreading through you. It's finger swiped behind your ear, sending cold as ice chills through you as it pulled back, your body falling to the ground.

You shivered against the ground, hugging your knees to your chest.

That's when his warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.

"What's wrong with her?" Stiles' voice rung in your ear. "She's freezing."

"It's the Oni's." Derek said.

He draped his plaid shirt over you, rubbing up your arms to try to warm you. He picked you up, carrying you to the jeep, turning the heat on full blast.

"C'mon, y/n, warm up." He held you in his arms, his hands roaming your body, warming you.

2 weeks later

You went down the stairs of Stiles' house, heading to the kitchen. You both decided that you were going to make something fancy for dinner.

He assigned you to cutting things up, which you weren't crazy about since your hands won't stop shaking. Ever since the Oni's attacked you, they continue to shake.

He noticed you were having trouble keeping your hands straight so he asked, "you alright?"

"Yeah, my hands won't stop shaking after the Oni's." You shrugged.

He suddenly, took your hands in his, rubbing them softly, soothing you.

"You're safe with me." He says, focusing on your hands.

You went out on a limb, standing on your tippy toes and dipping your head where your lips met his.

His hands dropped yours and found your face, kissing you back.

"I believe you." You said as he kissed you again.