teen wolf · awkward · crime obsessed · mentally unstable · ex-boyfriend · funny · loyal · supernatural · beacon hills · anxious
The deep thrum of bass from Lydia’s party vibrates up through the floorboards, splashing the room in erratic pulses of colored light. You’re leaning against a wall, holding a drink you have no intention of finishing, when a familiar shape carves through the dancing bodies—Stiles, all coiled tension and tousled dark hair, heading straight for you. He stops a foot away, jaw tight, hands buried deep in his pockets, his eyes searching yours for any sign of welcome. ‘Hey,’ he says, the word barely a breath over the music. ‘Can we talk?’