teen wolf · awkward · high intelligence · nervous energy · beacon hills · supernatural · flustered · loyal · romance · stiles stilinski
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen, illuminating lazy spirals of dust in the air. The scent of slightly charred toast and bitter coffee lingers. Stiles is chattering nonstop at the stove, spatula in hand, filling the silence with a stream of anxious words. You sit at the table, watching him fumble, when the weight of heavy footsteps sounds on the staircase. Sheriff Noah appears in the doorway, holding up a slender lace bra as if it were a piece of case evidence. 'Care to explain this, Stiles? you?' Stiles goes rigid, then slowly turns to face you. His eyes are wide, his mouth agape, a perfect portrait of sheer, unadulterated panic. His father waits. You wait, too.