Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Fairy Tale Endings // Stiles Stilinski

You had never believed in fairy tales. An indescribable feeling would settle in your stomach at the thought of beautiful women falling in love with beasts and handsome young men wanting to spend eternity with mermaids. To you, it just never made any sense.

Your pessimism evaporated the slightest bit once you were introduced to the world of the supernatural: banshees, kitsunes, werewolves. Hell, there was even a werecoyote in the mix. Never had you ever thought that these creatures would become close friends of yours. Of course, you were a mere human and proud of it. Lucky for you, you weren't alone either; a guy you were happy to call your best friend, Stiles Stilinski, was a simple, powerless human as well.

You liked to think that that was the reason your bond was so strong. Being the only humans in a group of supernatural creatures could be quite terrifying at times—and sometimes boring. Since you had no way of defending yourselves, the pack made you sit out on a lot of the ass kicking. To kill time, you would help Stiles out with research. It was fun spending time with the sarcastic boy and exchanging witty comments back and forth.

"Stiles, come on!"

"I'm serious!"

"You are seriously full of it."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Guys!" Lydia stopped your argument with Stiles from going any further. You rolled your eyes before slumping down onto the couch in defeat. The whole pack had agreed to meet at Scott's house to discuss the most recent happenings in the supernatural world. "Stiles, continue."

"Just make sure you actually make sense this time." Malia added. You nodded your head in agreement.

"Alright, but I'm not appreciating any of the hate that I'm receiving. At all." Stiles commented, sending a glare to you and Malia. The two of you shared a glance before rolling your eyes in sync. It was times like these that you were happy to have Malia around. You'd always have each other's backs when it came to ganging up on Stiles. Malia and you probably wouldn't do it as much if Stiles wouldn't get so riled up all the time; it was entertaining. "Okay, so I'm walking over here, right? I see this frog a little farther down the road. Then, this girl suddenly shows up beside it. So, naturally, I froze in my spot and nearly crapped myself."

Stiles was pretty much forced to stop as laughter filled the room. You couldn't help it. You had desperately tried to hold it in so he could at least finish, but secretly knew that wasn't going to happen. Stiles had a horrible tendency to stretch out his stories, making them longer than necessary. Normally, you'd be okay with it, because you will shyly admit that you love hearing him talk. He always had this way with words that always had you wanting to hear him talk even more.

Today you were just feeling like an cheeky asshole.

"What?!" He seemed genuinely confused as to why everyone had began laughing. It was kind of adorable; the way his eyebrows furrowed and how his mouth opened the slightest bit.

"I don't know what's better: you being afraid of a girl or the thought of you actually shitting yourself!" You were laughing so hard that your sides began to hurt. The reason why you found all of this so funny and why you were acting like such a jerk twisted your head in so many ways. Probably your lack of sleep from school-related things and your hatred of fairy tales.

"Anyways," Stiles spoke over the collective laughter and ignored your comment. "She picked up the damn frog and kissed it. You know what happened next? The frog turned into an actual person!"

"Stiles," Scott said in a reprimanding tone, the same way a father would speak to his disobedient child.

"I swear to you all that I am not kidding." Stiles argued back, his face void of any humor or mischief. As you finally allowed the remaining playfulness in you to settle, you began to think that he could be telling the truth for reasons unbeknownst to you.