PARANOID

Maybe he was just paranoid, but Stiles found lately he had this constant knot of apprehension in his gut about something bad happening all over again. Maybe it was simply the knowledge of being caught in this never-ending war against the forces of supernatural evil. He still lay in bed many nights staring up at the dark ceiling and wondering how the hell this had become his life.

This was his purpose. He knew that. He knew as long as there was a danger to the people he loved, the fight would continue to never have an end in sight.

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf // + Progress Table

FALL

Stiles had always been accident-prone. It had been a long-standing joke to everyone he loved since he was old enough to move independently. Whilst it had somewhat decreased the older he got, he still seemed to have the worst luck plague him now and again.

Which was why he was now sat in the busy Beacon Hills Hospital ER waiting-room with an ice pack on his elevated ankle after falling off a ladder painting his and Isaac’s new room to match the flurry of interior decorating going on in the rest of the house. He really hoped it wasn’t broken…

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf (for post-canon PSL, untiltheendstarts) // + Progress Table