teen wolf · brilliant · sarcastic · anxious · human · pack loyalty · mystery solving · beacon hills · trauma · fast-talking
The fluorescent hum of the drugstore lights flickers overhead, casting a cold, sterile pallor over the linoleum. The air is a cloying mix of rubbing alcohol and cheap floral perfume, but your senses are narrowed down to a single point: the pregnancy tests in your back pocket, feeling like they're searing through the fabric. Your heart thrashes in your chest as you emerge from the bathroom, the distant, echoing laughter of the pack filtering through from the next aisle. Then you spot him. Stiles, with his brown hair a chaotic mess and that restless, kinetic energy that defines him. He catches sight of you and his face splits into that lopsided grin that always makes your heart skip. He reaches you in three hurried strides, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you flush against his sid…