Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Brains Over Beauty (Part 2) // Stiles Stilinski

"There's a what?!" You all but shouted, shock, panic, and everything in between coursing through your veins. Sometimes you wondered how your life would have turned out if you had moved away the second you heard about all of these supernatural creatures.

"An Alpha pack." Stiles repeated, playing with his fingers as he glared at a nearby wall. It was obvious that he wasn't too happy about this either.

"A pack of nothing but Alpha werewolves." You said incredulously, hoping that your best friend was simply pranking you. Even though you knew that he wasn't due to your premonitions from the day before, you still had a small sliver of that hope left. The rest of it had diminished long ago when the realization hit you that Stiles probably wasn't your soulmate. Although your world would fade from the dullness and burst with color only when you both believed that you were soulmates. You lost your faith in that a while ago, who knows what Stiles thinks about you.

"That would be correct." He said, a hint of disbelief and humor in his tone. The boy even let out a small chortle at the end of it.

"But why?" You scoffed, running a hand through your hair. That was a habit you had picked up from Stiles. Guess that's what happens when you spend too much time with him. "Wh—what do they want?"

"Beats me. I've been cooped up in here all day like an animal trying to figure out what they possibly could want."

"Scott's not even an Alpha yet, so they can't possibly be here for him, can they?"

"I don't know, Y/N. I mean, I hope not." He sat down on his bed with a huff, running a hand through his own hair. You had always wondered what color his hair was. It had to be dark, due to how it showed up in the black and white color scheme. His eyes had always intrigued you as well. They had to be brown. You couldn't imagine them in any other shade. Maybe one day you'd actually be able to look at his face in color on your own and give that imagination a break.

"Do the others know about this yet?" You asked, wondering how any of them would react to any of this.

"Not yet." He looked up at me, his eyes connecting with mine. Even if he isn't who I'm destined to be with, he still had the ability to make my insides melt like chocolate in your pocket. "Just me. And now you."

"Were you planning on telling them?"

"Y/N, of course I was! I'm not that stupid!"

"Dude, chill. I'm just asking a question."

"I know, I know. Sorry. I'm just really on edge right now."

"Everyone else will be too once they find out about this." You finally took a seat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I just don't know if we'll make it through this." He answered truthfully, looking down at his hands, twiddling them again.

"Well, if we've survived this long, we can make it past an Alpha pack, right?" You reasoned with the boy, removing your hand from his shoulder.

"We can try." His lips lifted up into a half-smile.

"There's the Stiles I know." You grinned, standing up from the bed. You reached out a hand towards him, beginning to explain after receiving a questioning glance from Stiles. "We're gonna go drive around in that crusty old Jeep and scream All Time Low lyrics from the top of our lungs like the morons we are in order to get you to relax. And maybe we'll get a bite to eat, too."

A wide smile immediately appeared on his face, grabbing your hand to lead the way out of the house. Before you both could step out of his humble abode, he turned around to look at you, a humorous look on his face. "Just to let you know, Roscoe has feelings, too."