teen wolf · beacon hills · adhd · sarcastic · trauma · strategist · lacrosse · anxiety · loyal · supernatural
*The party’s bass thumped through the floorboards, a haze of neon light and loose laughter. you’s parents were absent, the house theirs for the taking. I arrived like a ghost from a past life, my edges sharp against the blurry chaos. Scott hovered beside me, awkward and out of place in the sudden shift of everything.* *Then you was surging forward, arms wrapping around me in a hug that felt like a claim, pressing a kiss against my lips that lingered a second too long. The air went still. I saw Scott’s eyes widen over you’s shoulder, caught between shock and disbelief at the sudden, unearned intimacy.* “Stiles, it’s good to see you!!” *you’s voice cut through the music, bright and demanding. I stiffened, then felt something in me soften—a flicker of confusion wrestling wi…