Imagine Me Not Adoring Dylan OBrien With Absolutely Every Shred Of My Being. He Is Such A Talent, Such

Imagine me not adoring Dylan O’Brien with absolutely every shred of my being. He is such a talent, such a class act, and such a good (and absolutely hilarious) human being.

“My heart lives and dies with Teen Wolf.”

Yes baby, THAT is how you appreciate what got you here. He deserves everything he has, and is CRIMINALLY underrated in his craft.

Also, I cried at End Of The Line and would 100% be here for a part two if that was something you’re thinking about? You’re so talented honestly!

thank you! 🥺 part two is in the works, yes! EOTL is probably my favorite piece i’ve ever written, and i am so happy you liked it & cried w me when reading.

hope everyone is well! my vacation time is coming to an end in a few days.. so i will be back to writing soon! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Hii How are you? Could I please have a ship? I'm 5", i'm French I have long brown hair and green eyes and very pale skin I'm a bigger girl about 160pounds.I'm very sensitive, I'm very shy and I love cats, Harry Potter and music. I love walks in the forest and nature hot chocolate is my go to drink . I have a very girly style (I just wear pastel colors). Teen wolf fandom. (Girlxgirl and GirlxGuy) Thank you sorry if it's not the place for it

hello, i’m doing well, sweetheart! i’ve never done a ship before, but i love seeing those type of posts.. i’ll give it my best shot! :) p.s. i am SO sorry if this is too long or it isn’t done properly..

TEEN WOLF SHIP.

(GIRLxGIRL)

I’d ship you with LYDIA.

I feel like you’d match nicely with Lydia, and I hope you feel the same!

Her love for you wouldn’t be noticeable at first, you play it off as typical ‘Judgy Lydia’ behavior. She’d constantly get lost in your eyes, and whenever you’d ask why, she will always respond with “because they they’re almost as pretty as mine”, trying to play it off like it’s competition.

She adores your pastel, girly style, and always wants to dress you up. Unlike Allison or Malia, she would never try to change your signature style to something she likes or dress you something you aren’t comfortable in. She’ll catch her fingers lingering on your skin whenever she’s adjusting your clothes, and you’ll always see her cheeks grow rosy when she does so.

She takes notice of your sensitivity, and isn’t snarky towards you, unlike everyone else in the pack. Whenever you leave the group, Lydia is always teased for how ‘whipped’ she is for you by the pack.

BONUS: She brings you fresh hot chocolate every morning at school instead of her own hot coffee drink.

(GIRLxBOY)

I’d pair you with STILES.

I say this because, to me, you have defining characteristics that match you so well to him!

Stiles Stilinski is absolutely SMITTEN for you, and does a terrible job at hiding it. He’s awkward and an adorable spazz, while knowing how shy and sensitive you are. He never wants to accidentally hurt your feelings with his frantic word vomit, but whenever you two have conversations alone, it always ends with flushed cheeks, sheepish smiles, and lovestruck eyes.

Any time he rambles about Star Wars, it usually ends in the two of you having playful banter about which set of movies are better, Harry Potter or Star Wars. With anyone else, Stiles would die trying to win this argument, but with you.. just flash him a smile and he will clam up and let you win.

When the world isn’t going down in chaos with supernatural creatures, you both take his jeep and ride into the preserve, or find a peaceful area with a lake. Nights like that with him, you’re sitting on the hood of his jeep indulged in deep conversation, sharing music, with warm thermos of hot chocolate. You’re watching the stars with your favorite songs playing from the radio and everything is perfect.

It may or may not be the night of your first kiss, who knows?

BONUS: (I’m not sure if you have an accent or if it’s noticeable, but just incase you do) One day, as Stiles is blantantly admiring your whilst you talk to your pack at lunch, chin in the palm of his hand, he blurts out “your accent is so cute,” pausing all commotion from you and the rest. It’s safe to say that lunch ended with your friend group snickering at both of your red cheeks and bashful grins.

Undercover || Stiles Stilinski

A/N: just a blurb! nothing too lengthy because this is my first writing piece on here <3

word count: 845

WARNINGS: a bit of cursing, mentions of guns! This should be almost action-comedy :)

Inspired by this prompt.

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“Just try to relax, Stiles, okay? I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time.”

As you looked over at your best friend and partner-in-crime, Stiles Stilinski, you didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his whiskey colored eyes as he thought back to the last time you both went undercover to get particulars on possible threats.

He tugged on his bottom lip in attempt to suppress the growing smile on his face as he continued to relive the memory in his head. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, eyes flickering up to rising number of floors in the elevator. “I thought we handled Cleveland pretty well.” He spoke while pushing his body off of the wall and fixating himself right next to you as the elevator doors began to open.

You cringed at the memory. Cleveland, what an experience.

“Ah, yes. How could I possibly forget the time I had to break a man’s nose to successfully get information out of him after a certain someone decided to get a little too carried away with their role?” You sighed dreamily, but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s beaming grin at the fact that you remembered your first operation together. But how could you forget?

Stiles Stilinski had a horrible Russian accent.

“You made me get blood on my favorite dress.” You grumbled out to him, adjusting the fake prescription glasses on your face as you slowed your movements in front of two large glass doors in the pristine hallway of suits and pencil skirts.

With furrowed brows, Stiles trailed his eyes down your figure to inspect your outfit. “I thought this one was your favorite?” He mumbled, adjusting his tie due to the slight nerves he gets just before a meeting like this. Glancing down at the plum colored peplum dress you decided to wear, you met his confused stare with a look of disgust.

“What? No, I hate this dress. I just had nothing else to wear.” You explained with a shrug. Just as Stiles opened his mouth to speak, a older gentlemen in a dark suit pulled opened the doors the two of you stood in front of. His mouth snapped shut just as you straightened out your posture and offered the man a tight lipped smile, which he returned.

The man held his hand out, graciously shaking both of your rights ones with an award winning grin. “Ms. Warren and Mr. Rapp, I presume?” He asked to which you both nodded to confirm your false identities you were given with. “Donald Cheever, please, let’s begin.” The man, Cheever, wasted no time in opening the door wider for the both of you to step through.

Stiles was quick to take the closest seat next to you, a hand on your exposed knee as Mr. Cheever sat across from you both, hands folded in with one another.

The older man’s grin faded away within seconds, being replaced with a stone cold stare set on the two of you. “I can’t help but say that you look ravishing in the at color, Ms. Y/L/N.” He spoke cooly, sending shiver run straight down your spine as you swallowed thickly.

Stiles’ grip on your knee tightened, his jaw clenching as his whiskey colored eyes grew dark with anger. “Why don’t we cut the shit, and you tell me why you are really here, hm?” The man in front of you asked, and before you could fiercely decline his proposition, Stiles opened his mouth.

“You’re a dangerous man. Incredibly stupid as well, I mean, what’s with the ginormous shiny building if you’re supposed to be hiding from the government?” Stiles sneered, and you placed your hand over his to squeeze it in a warning manner.

Cheever turned to you, raising his brow in a questioning manner. “Please ignore my associate if you can.” You sighed, ignoring the incredulous look Stiles shot you.

There was a reason why your undercover operations always ended up getting physical. Stiles can never shut his mouth.

“I really can’t.”

“Are you just unaware that you have the whole Virginia base on your ass for incredibly lethal arms deals?” Stiles scoffed in disbelief, and your head snapped in his direction just as his own eyes widened in realization.

“He certainly does now, Stilinski.” You muttered to him between clenched teeth, shooting him a deadly glare to which he gave you an apologetic shrug.

By the time you both turned back to Cheever, you were not only met with his smug expression, but a black .45 caliber pointing directly at you.

You slowly turned your head back to Stiles, who was already looking at you and offering you a almost teasing grin. “It’s a good thing you wore that dress then, huh?”

You shook your head at his words with a hint of a smile, a chuckle passing through your lips as you slipped the fake glasses off your face, your gaze back on the man holding the gun.

It was a good thing, indeed.