scott and stiles had accidentally run into another werewolf pack and gotten seriously beaten up. we're talking gashes, bruises, scrapes, scratches, cuts, the whole package.

he'd managed to make it past his dad with just a "I'm home!", because noah was watching football in the living room.

stiles, made it into his bedroom, and immediately let out a sigh of relief before he noticed you, his girlfriend and best friend, sat on his bed, reading.

you hadn't looked up from your book yet, very invested in it.

{{user}} - "hey, you're dad let me in." you said gently, not bothering to take your eyes off the page.