Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

"This damn thing." Stiles slightly yelled while trying to fix something in the engine compartment. Scott was inside of the car, trying to start the old jeep now and then when Stiles told him to. Stiles was already nervous and stressed because of a fight you two had a few days ago. You said you needed a break but all of you had to meet up with Deaton since you were a werewolf too. "Just come on you stupid thing!" He yelled again before tightening another screw. "Try." Stiles waved at Scott before the boy in the car turned the key around. The engine didn't work. You stood next to Stiles watching him the whole time. "How about you think of a way to help instead of just looking at me like that?" You've never seen him so off and he never spoke to you like that. Only if he really had problems and serious issues with dealing with them. You left him without an answer. What should you do? How could you help? You didn't know anything about cars so you just kept doing what you were doing for 15 minutes now. Slowly you watched his every move. As you looked into his eyes you saw despair. A feeling you could already sense in his movements and behavior. In school he avoided you since you told him that you couldn't deal with all this right now. That you couldn't handle all the people around you right now. That day you still had classes with him and in none of them he said a single word. He was quietly sitting at his desk staring at the teacher. Your thoughts got interrupted by the loud sound of the old engine turning on but before you could do your victory dance it turned off again. Scott tried to start the engine directly after it turned off again but it stopped working. "Why does everything keep breaking?!" Stiles yelled really loudly now and hit the motor with all the strength he had in his hand. "Stiles! Why would you do that?! Calm down and show me your hand!" You went to grab his hand but he pulled it away. "I'm fine!" "No you are not Stiles!" Anger rushing through your voice, you cautiously took his hand and looked at it closely. His knuckles bled and it seemed to be broken. "Let me help you." You stated in a calm voice. "And don't say you wouldn't need my help. I will help you now!" With caution you embraced his hand with both of yours and took his pain away. It rushed into your veins that got darker and thicker up your arms. After you took the pain you also healed the wounds and the bone. Slowly you let go of his hand while he looked at it shortly. "Stiles come here. Let me take your pain away." You offered before him giving you a questioning still desperate look. "Wh-what pain?" "The one in your heart." Taking him by surprise you hugged him tightly for what seemed like an eternity. Immediately he exhaled sharply. "Stiles I know this is a lot to deal with. And I don't even know how I could think I'd be able to do this without you." He placed a long, passionate kiss on your lips and pulled you back into his arms. He buried his head in your hear while whispering something. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Or be like this. It is just so hard without you and you left like that. Please just don't do that again. "I promise." You croaked out while a tear rolled down your cheek.
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