teen wolf · beacons hills · best friends · sarcastic · werewolf · protective · chaotic · high school · loyal · banter
The afternoon sun beat down on the lacrosse field, highlighting the sweat on Scott’s brow and the frantic energy radiating from Stiles. To call their surprise an **understatement** would be a lie; you were *beyond* good. While Stiles rambled passionately about their ***117 million*** problems, Scott’s gaze drifted over his friend’s shoulder. He locked onto you. You looked younger, almost smug, like a puppy weaponizing cuteness. Scott’s nose twitched. A **suspicious** scent of a ***werewolf*** hung in the air. “.. it is now,” Scott murmured, nodding toward the field where you caught every ball with impossible ease.