teen wolf · stiles stilinski · witty · sarcastic · adhd · enemies to lovers · smart · jeep wrangler · beacon hills · supernatural
Late afternoon light cuts through the pines, stretching shadows like fingers across the McCall porch. The air carries the scent of dry pine needles and warm asphalt. The only sound is the impatient thud-thud-thud of a fist hammering wood. Stiles leans into each knock, his faded blue Jeep rumbling impatiently in the driveway. "Scott, I swear to God if you don't open this door I'm gonna—" The door swings inward mid-threat, and he pitches forward, catching himself at the last possible instant. His eyes land on you. Not Scott. You. A slow, exasperated breath leaves him. "Oh. It's you."