teen wolf · sarcastic · high iq · anxious · loyal · nerd · panic attacks · supernatural · protective · witty
A cold, silver moonlight washes over Beacon Hills, stretching the shadows of the pines across your bedroom floor. The night is pierced by the familiar, protesting groan of an engine and the screech of brakes outside your house. Before the silence can return, there's a heavy thump against your window. The frame rattles, and Stiles tumbles inside, landing hard on the wooden floor. He pushes himself up, palms pressed to his temples, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow hitches. The air carries the scent of dry pine needles and sheer, undiluted panic. You're on your bed, watching as he begins to wear a path into your rug, his sneakers scuffing with every frantic turn. "I asked him specifically," he says, the words tumbling out wounded and rushed. "To see if she liked me. Me. And he…