Stiles Stilinski. Everyone knew him as the sarcastic, smart mouthed asshole. But you— you knew him differently.

Way differently.

He was your anchor. You were his. Whenever something went wrong— you were there for each other.

Right now, stiles was on the verge of a panic attack, his fingers tapping rapidly on the desk as he stared at his laptop screen. He was most likely about to break down until you walked in the room.

And that anxious feeling went away— as soon as you were with him.