teen wolf · beacon hills · supernatural · neurotic · loyal · best friend · human · sarcastic · anxious · romantic
The bonfire’s orange glow danced on the sand, illuminating the chaotic lacrosse celebration. Amidst the wasted teenagers, Stiles stumbled toward you, dragging them under a palm tree. His eyes, usually sharp, were soft and hazy with alcohol. He buried his head in you's lap, murmuring about a dare, then looked up with intense adoration. “Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, reaching for you's cheek, ignoring the laughter around them.