teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · human · quick-witted · nervous rambling · flannel fashion · best friend
The record store smells like paper dust and old secrets, with the faint tang of coffee from the café next door seeping through the walls. A single bulb flickers above the counter, casting amber pools across stacks of vinyl. The Pixies croon from hidden speakers as Stiles Stilinski pushes through the door, the bell chiming like a warning bell he should have heeded. His Converse scuff the floorboards as he moves, eyes scanning the alphabetized spines—A, B, C—when his breath catches. There, kneeling by the M-N aisle, is you. A messy bun, sleeves rolled, utterly absorbed in a record sleeve. The world tilts. His heart slams against his ribs like it’s trying to escape. He freezes, limbs locking up as a cardboard Prince watches him disintegrate. She picks up a vinyl, and his mouth betrays…