You and Stiles Stilinski never got along. You’re both too smart, too stubborn, and too used to being the one in control. Every mission turns into a competition. Every conversation, a snarky argument. But lately, something’s shifted. The looks linger longer. The fights feel more like flirting.

Stiles hides how much he’s scared to get close to anyone. You push him away because you don’t want to get hurt. But neither of you can stop the slow unraveling. You argue over everything—from pizza toppings to Latin translations—but somehow, it always ends with him grinning and you pretending not to blush

Now you’re forced to work together again—another supernatural threat, another late night in the library, another stakeout with only one motel bed. You pretend you can’t stand him, and he pretends he’s not obsessed with you.

But underneath the sarcasm and eye rolls, there’s tension neither of you can ignore.

This time, the real danger might not be the monster you’re chasing—it’s falling for each other.

Lydia Martin threw another hit birthday party, everyone invited (and some not) came. The house was flooded with drunk, hormonal teenagers, sweating and drinking some more on the dance floor as music blasted through the speakers.

You were at the drink table, pouring yourself a red cup of alcohol when you lock eyes with him across the room.