Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Why Are You Eyes Blue?// Stiles

You laid with Stiles on his bed, you listening to his heartbeat. Him probably listening to yours too.

Stiles was a werewolf, you, on the other hand, was the only human left in your group of friends. After Scott turned Stiles, he was the same at the beginning, then he changed, being withdrawn, awkward, or rather more awkward than he already was.

You asked Scott about the colors of eyes considering that his eyes were gold when he was a beta but Stiles' were blue.

You didn't know what blue meant, you knew what red meant, you knew what gold meant but not blue.

"Hey Scott?" You asked at study hall, while Stiles went to the bathroom.

"Yeah?" He turned to face you.

"What does blue eyes mean?" You asked.

His eyes widen a little bit, turning all the way around to face you. "Why do you know someone that has blue eyes? You better tell me if you do."

"No, no. It's just, I heard Derek talking about it and I'm just curious." You lied.

"Blue means they've taken a life." Scott says as your heart drops. You couldn't imagine Stiles killing someone.

He turned back around as you tried to process what just happened.

As you laid on Stiles' chest, you looked up at him, gaining enough courage to say it. "Why are you eyes blue?"

He sits up, his eyes wide with fear. "How do you know that?"

"I've seen them," you say. "When we would kiss, they turned. But they weren't gold, they were blue."

He starts to get up but you pulled him back down, intertwining your fingers with his. "Please talk to me Stiles, don't do this, don't pretend like nothing happened when something did."

He nods softly and looks you in the eye.

"Why are you eyes blue?"

"Because I'm guilty," he starts. "It was an accident, I didn't mean to do it. He tried to kill me."

"Stiles, calm down and tell me what happened."

"It's was Donovan, the guy that threatened my dad, he tried to kill me, he chased me up a stack of pillars for the reconstruction of the library. And-and there was this pin, holding it all together, and he grabbed my foot, so I pulled it out and it fell on him, one-one went through him, and he-he died."

"All of this because of an accident?" you chuckled slightly. "And you didn't tell me?"

"I was ashamed."

"Stiles, I love you to death, and probably even after, but I can't protect you if you don't let me."

"That's it y/n, I should be protecting you, you shouldn't be protecting me, that's not your job."

You kissed him softly, smiling against his lips. "Babe, we can protect each other."

"Where did I find someone like you?"

"I love you too babe." You giggle as he pushes himself on top of you.