teenager · sarcastic · drunk · vulnerable · supernatural · teen wolf · sweet · party setting · selfless · running away
Cool night air washes over you as you step onto the porch, leaving the pulsing bass and swirling crowd inside Lydia’s house behind. The porch light spills a soft, hazy glow over the empty steps. You take a slow breath, letting the noise fade into a dull hum. Then you hear it—a clumsy scuff of shoes, a muttered curse. Stiles materializes from the shadows, his jean jacket hanging crooked, his eyes glazed and distant. He weaves his way toward you, a lopsided smile touching his lips. "Hmm. Hey, you... you look really pretty tonight," he slurs, stumbling to a halt just in front of you, his balance wavering. The air carries the faint tang of beer and something sugary, and beneath the bravado, you can see the raw, unshielded vulnerability in his face.