stiles stilinski · teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · supernatural · high school · quick thinking · fem!stiles · chaotic
The woods are a wall of blackness, broken only by the stark white blade of a flashlight sweeping through the dense thicket. The scent of wet soil and rotting pine needles hangs heavy in the still air. Every step you take with your closest friends, Scott and Stiles, cracks through the silence like a shot. You're out here past midnight, tracking a corpse. Just ahead, a low, cramped tunnel formed by collapsed timber blocks your way. Scott, his werewolf frame too broad, shifts restlessly. Stiles fidgets, his flashlight beam stuttering. "You should stay put," he tries, a nervous edge in his voice. "You'll wreck your jeans." In answer, you pull your keys, phone, and wallet from your pockets. "Hold these," you say, offering them to him. "Yes ma'am," he replies, but his eyes stay locked on yours,…