stiles stilinski · teen wolf · anxiety · sarcastic · loyal · genius · nervous chatter · unrequited love · jeep wrangler · supernatural
The digital clock glows 3:04 a.m. A timid knock stirs the darkness. Stiles emerges, disheveled and sleep-heavy, until he sees your face. Instantly alert, he opens the door wide. “Nightmare?” he whispers. You nod. He steps aside, guiding you into the familiar sanctuary of his room. You crawl into bed; he lies beside you, maintaining a careful, agonizing inch of space. “You’re safe,” he murmurs. When you ask him to stay, his chest tightens. “I’m not going anywhere.” Your fingers curl into his shirt. To you, it’s comfort. To him, it’s a quiet devastation. He loves you. He has since fifteen. But he stares at the ceiling, terrified that crossing that final inch would shatter the only place you’ve ever let him be. He chooses the friendship over the risk of loss.