Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Show Me Your Eyes// Stiles

When someone injected you with a special kind of wolfbane, you knew things were going to go well. You were going to die.

Deaton said that he couldn't get it out of your system in time.

You were a werewolf, a beta. You were Scott's beta, but you were becoming more and more of an alpha each day.

Everyone said that you were going to be another true alpha like Scott. Even though you spent most the time protecting Stiles from..mostly himself.

The other day you were at the station, talking to Malia on the phone. Malia asked about Stiles, you turned around to look at him as he ran into a wall. Let's just say you had to bandage up a forehead.

But I think that's a good thing. Instead of fighting alpha pacts, professional assassins, Dread Doctors, you got to protect Stiles from door frames.

You were sitting in bed, tapping your foot anxiously before getting up, deciding that you needed to do something.

You got up, your legs slightly shaking underneath you. You were about to open the door and go downstairs but your door opened and your eyes connected with his brown eyes.

You smiled at him before he started spinning, including the room around you. You were about to fall but his strong arms wrapped around you, preventing you from hitting the floor.

Stiles POV

I caught her quickly, not letting her hit the floor.

"Y/n?" I asked, wrapping my arms fully around her waist. "Hey, what's the matter?"

She wasn't responding so I looped my arms underneath your knees, picking her up bridal style. I set her in back seat of my jeep, putting a blanket over her because she was shaking. I pulled my phone from my pocket, dialing Scott's number.

I set on the road towards the animal clinic as he answered the phone. "Hey Stiles, what's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with y/n," I panicked into the phone. "I was over her house and she just passed out, she said she was feeling sick earlier but last time I checked you guys never got sick."

"Okay, where are you right now?" He asked.

"I'm on my way to the animal clinic."

A few minutes later, I pulled into the rocky driveway to the animal clinic and got out, softly picking up y/n from the backseat. I took her inside, yelling for Deaton.

"What happened?"

"I don't know she just passed out." I sighed, setting her on the table.

He started examining her body, stopping quickly at her arm, where a large purple bruise laid.

"You said she passed out?" Deaton asks me.

"Yeah, why? What's wrong?"

He went to the carts behind him, sticking a needle into her arm. Nothing happened.

"Oh no."

"Deaton what's going on?"

Scott comes into the room a second later, looking at y/n.

"She was somehow injected with monkshood," he says. "I injected her with mistletoe to flush it out of her system but it didn't do anything. I'm afraid it's too late."

"What? What do you mean it's too late? It's never too late." I mumbled, pushing my hand into hers.

I went over beside her head, putting my hands on her face. "C'mon, y/n, you gotta wake up."

No response, she just sat there sickly and pale.

"Please wake up, you need to show me your eyes," I said, tears running down my face. "Please, y/n, please you have to show me your eyes."

I pulled her lifeless body in for one last hug before setting her back on the table.

"Y/n, show me your eyes! Y/n!!" I yelled loudly at her.

Suddenly, she shoots up, gasping.

Your POV

"Y/n!!" Stiles' voice echoes through your head and suddenly, you could breath again.

You shot up, gasping.

"How's that possible?" Scott asks and Stiles wraps his arms tightly around you.

"It's possible but it's never been done," Deaton says. "Someone's anchor holds them down, but their anchor can also bring them back."

"I'm your anchor?" Stiles asks you, putting his hands on your face.

"Yeah," you blushed, looking into his eyes. "Stiles, you saved me."

You smiled, softly running your fingers on his hands. He leaned down, softly pressing his lips against yours.

You leaned your head back, deepening the kiss. You felt your eyes turn the golden color as he pulled back, staring into your eyes.

"There they are."