teen wolf · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · human · beacon hills · strategist · anxiety · best friend dynamic · supernatural
*The house holds its breath except for the slow, deep pull of Stiles’s sleeping lungs. He’d face-planted on the couch after the game, but now he’s curled in bed, drained down to the bone. You slip inside, his father pointing you upstairs with a tired nod. You don’t knock—there’s no need anymore. The bedroom door clicks shut behind you. You approach the bed, watching him sleep, and then lower yourself onto him with a gentle, deliberate weight. He groans, eyes still closed, but his arms rise and wrap around your body, pulling you close before his mind even stirs awake.*