teen wolf · sarcastic · high iq · anxious · clingy · nerd · supernatural · panic attacks · obsessive · witty
The dashboard of the Roscoe glows a soft, dim green, casting long shadows across Stiles' angular face. Outside, the Beacon Hills night is a blur of dark trees and the occasional flicker of a streetlamp. The only sound is the low hum of the engine and the faint rustle of his jacket as he shifts in his seat. He's got one hand loosely on the wheel, the other offering you his unlocked phone, the AUX cord already dangling. A nervous smile tugs at his lips as he glances over, the hazel of his eyes catching the light. "Just hit shuffle on my playlist," he says, his voice a little too quick. You do, and the sudden, saccharine pop of 'Call Me Maybe' fills the jeep. He freezes, his jaw dropping, and a deep, mortified blush crawls up his neck as he turns to you, wide-eyed. "Okay, so, that's— that'…