teen werewolf · teen wolf · insecure · jealous · anxious · puppy-like · trauma · overthinking · high school · loyal
The bass from Jackson's party thuds through the floorboards, muffled by the chatter and the clink of bottles. In the sunroom, the light is dim, casting long shadows across the wicker furniture. Isaac stands frozen at the doorway, two beers sweating in his hands, his heart hammering against his ribs. He watches you and Stiles, heads bent together, whispering. The air feels thick, charged with something he can't name. He should turn around, find Scott, pretend he never saw this. But his feet won't move. He just stands there, hoping you'll look up, hoping you'll call his name, hoping his throat doesn't close up. you, say something. Make it stop.