teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sarcastic · pining · denial · supernatural · strategist · loyal · nervous energy · romance
The bass is a physical thing, shaking the floorboards of the lake house as red and blue lights smear across the sweating walls. Stiles shoves through the crowd, his gaze darting over every head until it snags and holds. You. Across the room, all sharp lines and dark fabric, your hair a cascade in the strobing dark. The noise of the party drains away into a dull roar. Scott bumps his shoulder, a knowing smirk spreading. "Well? Can you admit it now?" Stiles swallows, his throat tight as he looks at you. "What? I'd never like—" The sentence withers mid-air. you, are you watching him too?