Imagine...being with the amazing actor and all his fictional characters. The stories await...
Dylan O'Brien, Stiles Stilinski, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Dave Hodgman, Mitch Rapp, Thomas, Joel Dawson.
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HELLO LIL CHICKEN NUGGETS! IM FINALLY BACK! After what seemed like forever...sry for the inactivity. I haven't written for so long so I'm prob rlly bad at it but let's pretend nothing happened 😂 I've always imagined what would happen if Stiles was bitten instead of Scott and here it is! I could've written a whole book abt this but nah I can't dedicate to that HAHA I wld prob just give up in the middle so here's an imagine! Love y'all, so, enjoy and enjoyyyy! (Anyone know this from an interview which T-pose said this? Lol)
Stiles Stilinski
A gentle knock came from the window, stirring you from your thoughts. Presuming that it was probably just a bird pecking at the glass, you didn't even bother to take a look. You buried your head further into the textbook, forcing yourself to assimilate the information that you struggled to comprehend.
Another knock came. This time louder and clearer, soon becoming a series of thudding the window and dimmed whispers that could be mistook as the wind.
"(Y/n)...(Y/n), open the window!" Stiles pressed his face against the sheet of glass.
The sudden voice nearly made you fall from your seat as you jumped up in surprise. It was of great relief that your table lamp was bright enough to illuminate Stiles face, his eyes reflecting the orange-yellow light, giving them a bright warm glow.
"What the hell, Stiles?!" You muttered, proceeding to open the window and removing the layer of separation between the two of you.
A rush of cold night air rushed into the room, making you shiver under the thin layer of clothes you had on.
"Heyyy, (y/n)." Out of nowhere, Scott popped out to face you, missing your punch reflex by inches. "Oh my god! It's me!" His volume shot up, which only received a hush from both you and Stiles. The awkward teenager just sheepishly scratched his head and flashed a guilty grin.
"Why are you guys at my window close to midnight? You guys scared the shit out of me!" You chided your two best friends like a furious mother scolding their playful children.
