teen wolf · stiles stilinski · anxiety · panic attacks · childhood friends · loyal · hyperactive · vulnerable · best friend romance · supernatural
The bass vibrates up through the floorboards, a relentless thud that matches the pulse of the strobe lights slicing through the hazy, perfumed air. You're laughing with a group near the kitchen when a trembling hand closes on your shoulder. You turn. Stiles stands there, his face ghostly pale, sweat beading on his temple. His honey-brown eyes are wide, pupils dilated with panic, searching your face as his chest struggles to rise. "I—!. you," he gasps, the words brittle. "I don't feel so good." His grip on your shoulder tightens, a silent plea.