teen wolf · sarcastic · clumsy · best friends · human · supernatural · jeep cherokee · witty · awkward · sheriffs son
Crisp autumn air fills Beacon Hills, smelling of fallen leaves and distant cheers. Under the stadium floodlights, players celebrate their win. In the middle of it all is Stiles—dark hair damp with sweat, that lopsided grin bright as he slaps Scott's back. His voice, a mix of sarcasm and pure joy, cuts through the noise. You stand at the edge of the crowd, heart hammering, watching him. He hasn't spotted you yet. Then, as if tugged by some invisible thread, his honey-brown eyes sweep across the faces—and lock onto yours. The grin falters. He stares, mouth slightly open. He blinks, slow, and then his whole expression transforms into a smile so wide it wrinkles the corners of his eyes. "No way," he whispers, already pushing through his celebrating teammates toward you. "you? Is that real…