Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Show Me Your Eyes// Stiles

You knew Scott was a werewolf.

You knew Kira was a kitsune.

You knew Lydia was a banshee.

You were Stiles' best friend. The two of you used to take bubble baths together as kids. You grew up together.

That's why you were shocked that he didn't tell you.

"Hey Scott." You smiled as you sat beside him at the lacrosse game.

"Hey y/n." He returned the smile.

You watched as the team played, or rather lost, until Stiles was put on the field. "Yeah go Stiles!" You screamed.

After being tackled a few times, he got the hang of playing and made a few goals, putting you guys ahead.

You smiled at him as he made all the goals. Until someone tackled him, he got up, preparing to fight them.

"Stiles what are you doing?" You whispered to yourself. His head snapped towards you as if he heard you.

Scott ran over and pulled him into the locker room, which you followed quietly.

"Stiles? You're okay, deep breaths, take deep breaths." You heard Scott say.

You turned the corner, seeing Scott holding him against a wall, claws sticking out of Stiles fingers.

No, Stiles isn't a werewolf.

He sat down on the bench taking deep breaths as you took a step forward.

"Y/n you shouldn't be here." You heard Scott say.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You said as tears fell down your cheeks.

"I didn't want you to think low of me?" He frowns at his feet.

"Is that what you think?" you sit beside him, taking his hand in yours. "That I'll see you any differently?"

He nods bashfully.

"No Stiles. You're still my best friend. My diary. The boy with the chocolate brown eyes. My one love." You smile at him, his cheeks turning a crimson red.

"You-you like me?" He stutters.

"I love you Stiles." He leans over and presses his lips to yours in one smooth motion.

He pulls back with your hands on both side of his face. "Show me your eyes."

He looks down before looking back up at you, his eyes glowing a bright yellow.

"Yellow means beta, right?" You ask as you stared into the yellow orbs.

"Yes, you know you're very smart." He pecks your lips before running back onto the field, you over his shoulders.