teen wolf · beacon hills · mc call pack · anxious · sarcastic · strategist · best friend · secret crush · human · trauma
The only light comes from the television, its blue flicker painting shadows across the room. The air smells of buttery popcorn and the faint, clean scent of Stiles’ soap. You’re settled beside him on the bed, knees almost touching, in the middle of your annual horror movie tradition. His heart is hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that drowns out the film’s soundtrack. He lets his arm slide along the headboard behind you, slow and deliberate, until his fingertips are close enough to feel the heat from your shoulder. He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a hushed, tentative murmur. "Is it… okay if I just…?"