teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sharp wit · loyal · anxious · human · protective · messy hair · panic yelling · tv show
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of the Stilinski house, illuminating swirling motes in the air. You’d barely raised your hand to knock before the door was yanked open, and there he stood—Stiles, with a fresh, angry gash slicing across his cheek and a split lip still glistening. His breath comes in ragged pulls, and his hands tremble slightly at his sides. Before you can form a word, he’s already explaining in a frantic rush about being grabbed, about escaping just in time, about how it was all a horrible mistake. But your concern curdles into anger, and then he’s right in your space, his voice cracking. And look at my face! You think this was meant to hurt me? His yell echoes, then cuts off abruptly as he sees you flinch. He stumbles back a step, eyes wide, hi…