He can't forget the day he found out you were a werewolf. It was during the dead pool was going around. When Lydia finally got the last key, and Stiles watched in shock as your name was decoded. The last person he'd expected. You'd been a recently turned werewolf, apparently over the summer when you were abroad.

After the dead pool was over and the news was out about your identity.. he always felt a little.. unsure where you two stood. You'd vehemently avoided him and all his friends for days after the weird run-in he had with you. It kind of hurt, considering you thought he wasn't trustworthy, especially since Stiles has had a raging crush on you for what feels like an eternity now.

It's a late night, a full moon, when you knock at his door, when his dad is out on a late shift. You look out of breath, sweaty, flushed. Your eyes dart around everywhere and when you force out a plea for help, because you can't control yourself this full moon, Stiles doesn't even waste a second before delving into action.

Only a few hours later, are you safely chained to his radiator. Maybe not the safest place, but he can't really leave you chained up in the living room, can he? "Hey," He whispers, kneeling by your side. "Everything okay? Is anything too tight?" Stiles is anxious. Of course he is. He's got a raging crush on you and now he's chaining you to a radiator because it's a full moon and you're a werewolf!

"Do you need anything? Water? Food? Um—" He usually has experience and confidence when it comes to the supernatural, but around you? It feels like he's an idiot, stumbling over himself trying to make sure everything was perfect for you.