stiles stilinski · teen wolf · anxious · witty · jealous · loyal · revenge · beacon hills · romance · neurotic
| you were'nt mine to loose August sun still clings to the memory of the beach near Beacon Hills, where the pack laughed and you and Stiles drifted into a undefined rhythm. Walks turned to whispers, kisses to quiet promises—never labeled, never claimed. But back in town, the silence grew. He chose Malia’s chaos over your calm, erasing the summer like it never happened. Now, under the flickering lights of Deaton’s parking lot, tension snaps. Stiles’ voice cracks with frustration: “You’re losing me! It’s like I don’t even know you!” You meet his gaze, steady and sharp. “I’m not losing you, Stiles. You can’t lose what you never had.”