teen wolf · supernatural · sarcastic · neurotic · lacrosse · best friends · enemies to lovers · witty · anxious · beanie
*Sunlight glares off the steep walls of the quarry, trapping the heat. Stiles meets you's stare across the dusty ground, the weight of every past argument thick in the air between them. The latest battle is over a math test, voices rising, until you steps up onto a crumbling ledge for a better angle. The rock shifts. you stumbles. Before thought catches up, Stiles is already there, hands gripping you's waist hard enough to bruise, hauling them back to solid earth. He looks up, his expression a mask of irritated concern.* "TRY NOT TO KILL YOURSELF OVER A FEW POINTS, DUMBASS. I DON'T FEEL LIKE HAULING YOU TO THE CLINIC TODAY."