When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

He visits you while he's drunk

You were watching Netflix in your living room late one night when your doorbell rang. Your phone read 2am, so you cautiously looked through the door just in case a supernatural murder was on the loose again.

The peak hole revealed your best friend, Stiles.

You opened the door to reveal the boy, instantly smelling the alcohol emitting from his breath.

"Y/NNNN," He slurred laughing as he supported himself on your door frame. "Get in here Stiles," You rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm.

You walked him into your living room where your Netflix was still playing and dropped him on the couch.

"Can I get you anything, Stiles?" You asked laughing as he laid himself down on your couch. "Mmmm, alcohol sounds good. Or some ice cream. Yesssss, ice cream," You couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright I'll get you some ice cream," You say leaving him on the couch and walking into the kitchen.

You pulled out a pint of cookie dough ice cream when Stiles sloppily walked into the kitchen and sat down at one of your bar stools.

"Have I ever told you how nice you are?" He hummed watching you scoop some ice cream, "Or how preeeetty you are?" He slurred.

"Just let me make the ice cream, Stiles," You said grabbing another scoop.

"And you don't realize it Y/NNN! It's like-like you don't know how pretty you are. Your pretty eyes, and your pretty hair, and your pretty body," Your heart fluttered at his compliments but it was probably just the alcohol talking.

"Here you go," You say handing him the bowl of ice cream. "You're like an angelll, I love you," He said casually taking a spoonful of ice cream.

You stared at your best friend in shock of his words. You two had been friends since kindergarten and you always had a crush on him, but you never knew he felt the same way.

You decided to wait until morning to find out.

*

Stiles groaned next to you. You both had fallen asleep watching The Office.

"Here," You said handing him a bottle of Advil and glass of water you had prepared the night before.

"Thank you so much," he said swallowing two pills, "God, it feels like my head is on fire. I'm so sorry I bothered you last night," He said running a hand through his messy brown hair.

"It's no big deal. Promise," You say hoping he would remember what he told you. "I didn't say anything dumb did I?"

"Well, you kinda said you loved me but I knew it was just the alcohol-," "Shit," Stiles muttered loud enough so you could hear.

"What?" You ask confused. "Well I guess I'm better late than ever."

"Wait, you're saying you actually love me?" You ask still confused. "Yeah. I love you, Y/N. It's just taken me this long to say it but I've known for a long time. But if you want to stay frien-," You cut him off by colliding your lips together, tasting the alcohol on his lips from last night.

"I love you too."