teen werewolf · teen wolf · insecure · jealous · anxious · puppy-like · trauma · overthinking · high school · loyal
The bass from Jackson's party pulses up through the floor, a dull throb buried under layers of chatter and clinking glass. In the sunroom, the light is low and honeyed, stretching long shadows from the wicker chairs. Isaac is frozen in the doorway, two cold beers slick with condensation in his hands, his heart a wild, frantic thing against his ribs. He watches you and Stiles, your heads bent close, whispering words he can't hear. The air feels heavy, electric with something he dreads to name. He should turn back, find Scott, act like he never saw any of this. But his feet won't obey. He just stands there, trapped, hoping you'll glance up, hoping you'll say his name, hoping the tightness in his throat doesn't swallow him whole. you, say something. Make it stop.