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「bathtubs and requests」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

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"you should move in with me" Art's voice echoes off the bathroom walls, it's all so relaxing: the heat of the water around your bodies, his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you are so comfortable that it takes a while for you to realize what he just said.

"what?"

"you heard me" he murmurs against your neck "come live with me" an incredulous laugh leaves your mouth and you try to turn completely towards him, but his arms clench tighter around you and prevent you from moving enough to do so.

"may I ask why you are asking this now?" you move slightly to the side to see his face emerging from the hollow of your neck.

"I feel like we're ready to do it" his eyes avoid yours and focus instead on his fingers as they start caressing your shoulder "and it's also the next logical step in our relationship."

"You think so?" this time, despite Art's protests, you turn towards him: your breasts press against the boy's chest and his eyes fall down quickly before being brought back to yours by the hand under his chin. The tease is evident on your face and Art feels his ears warm up quickly to the realization of being caught in the act.

"I know so" and kisses the smile off your lips to distract you.

"My answer is not a no, but how do we know that our relationship is ready for this?" you ask him and, without realizing it, the agitation inside you rises: how did you know if you were ready for this step? and if you break up because you went too fast?

The tennis player frowns "what do you mean?" and the sight in front of you distracts you for a second: Art sits back against the back of the tub to stand more upright and listen to you better, his arms, after moving his curly damp hair out of his face, leans on the edges of the tub, his wet and smooth chest shines and his legs are open and bent to the sides to give you more space between them. If you weren't so determined to finish the topic you were having, you'd kiss him to death, but you're a woman on a mission and you can't get distracted.

"I mean, some of my behaviors might irritate you or we might fight about serious things and then we wouldn't be able to run away from our problems by going back to our apartment, we'd have to deal with these situations and be mature about what bothers us and-"

"love, you're getting worked up over nothing" he says and his expression relaxes into a smile: now that he understood that your reasons are motivated only by insecurity and not by the fact that you don't want to take the next step with him, he feels it will be easier to convince you otherwise.

"You see? this is exactly what I'm talking about! if we move in together we can't belittle each other's feelings and concerns like this. It wouldn't be healthy and-"

"love," he interrupts you again, and your hands that were gesturing in the air fall on his chest, your eyes avoid his.

Out of your mouth comes a small "…yes?" that makes the man in front of you chuckle.

"we're ready" his calm tone makes its way into your chest "we're 24 years old and we've been together since we were 19, we both have a steady job and we already know everything about each other, there's nothing you can tell me that will change my mind".

"what if we fight?"

"I can't promise you we won't fight, we fight even now that we don't live together, but it seems to me that we are pretty good at making up, if we fight we will solve it as always" it's true, you never went beyond a day without talking to each other, even if you were angry.

"what if we break up?"

"It won't happen," he answers immediately, his fingers move the locks of hair behind your ears and then rest his hands on your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks.

His head lowers to chain your eyes together and you look up to facilitate his task "I won't let it happen", the security in his eyes makes you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Your eyes move around to look at the bathroom, "but I wouldn't be able to pay half the rent of this apartment"

"I don't care about that".

"but-"

"If you really want to pay something, we can split the bills," he answers hastily, at the moment Art doesn't care about how to split the expenses, he would pay everything if it meant he could spend the rest of his life next to you… he just needs your 'yes'.

Your face gets close to his, your lips a few inches away.

"okay" his eyes still fixed in yours

"'ok' what?" his smile gets brighter, he wants to hear you say it.

"I'll move in with you" you smile too.

"that's what I like to ear" he kisses you again.

Now he only had to ask you to marry him… but that will have to wait a little longer.

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(in this fic he still has long hair cause I said so)

「alarms and compromises」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

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the alarm ringing loudly in Art's dorm room stirs you awake, your boyfriend's body under you is still sound asleep and you take the chance and hurry to reach for the alarm to turn it off before Art can wake up and move on with his day.

Then, you cuddle on him again with content sigh leaves your lips, while Art, barely awake, grins to himself without saying anything. He hugs you tighter and shuts his eyes again.

The alarm rings again 10 minutes later and this time it's Art who moves to turn it off, much to your disdain.

"Noooo, stay with me" you whine and bring him closer to you, it sounded more like a baby crying for it's parents, rather than a needy girlfriend that you know you are. 

 "You know I can't baby, I have training" he says sweetly but you shake your head. 

"No you don't, you're confused".

Art laughs softly at your attempt, "you talk like you're not the one who reminds me when I have practice" he rubs his cheek tiredly while a loud yawn comes out of his lips.

"I didn't know that being a good girlfriend would backfire on me" you huff but still, your hand grabs his arm to turn his whole body on the side and towards you, away from the edge of the bed with his arms placed around your waist and your left thigh on his boxers-clad hip.

"you are the best girlfriend, but I can't skip practice... again, my coach will get mad..." his left arms wraps around your shoulder and the other caress your thigh and ass lovingly, "this is becoming harder and harder, you know that right?" he asks.

"Ahh, it's almost like that's the whole point," you answer and emphasize your response with a light push of your heel against the small of his back. Of course you know he has to go and you know better than his coach that he skipped too many practices to be with you but hey! in your defense, you didn't spend much time together in the last few weeks: with finals coming up and his tournaments it's difficult to have dates and you never felt as touch starved as you feel now.

And Art notices, of course he does, he always notices how you're doing and, in this case, it's even easier for him to understand what you feel because he misses you just as much, fuck, maybe even more. He kisses the top of your head and unconsciously pulls you even closer to him, "I promise I'll make it up to you later, okay? I'll take you out anywhere you want, as long as you let me go now," he proposes and you seem to think about it. 

"Fine." Your body reluctantly releases his and Art grins at the annoyed expression etched on your face.

Art leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, "thank you," he murmurs with a chuckle before sitting up on the edge of the bed to stretch his arms over his head under your attentive, and slightly hungry, gaze.

He gets up to walks to the closet and grab his tennis clothes before heading to the bathroom. You close your eyes again, hugging his still warm pillow tightly to yourself, it's not Art, but it's enough to put you back in a light sleep.

When Art comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready for practice, he immediately glances to his bed where you're still sleeping peacefully and a smile spreads across his face as he walks over to you. He sits down on the edge of the mattress and gently runs his fingers through your hair to get your attention. You open your bleary eyes and take him in: he looks great in his red Stanford shirt and black shorts, his messy blond curls tucked under a backward hat, and his eyes still puffy with sleep, your mouth morphs into a pout.

You can't believe you're letting all that go.

"How am I meant to go when you look like that?" he teases as he takes the pillow from your arms to put it behind you.

"You're a bad boyfriend," you joke while getting closer to his figure to curl yourself around him. It feels like a torture for Art, really. Seeing you so peaceful, wrapped in his own shirt and sheets is making his mind wander to all the things he missed in the past few weeks and, for a moment, he thinks that he still has time to strip down and join you in the bed again. 

He laughs while his hand moves over towards your waist to caress it softly "hey listen," his other hand shows you his dorm key "I'll leave the key here so you can close the door when you get out, ok?" you nod. 

"I'll bring it back to you when you finish your training" you answer as he leaves the key on the bed-side table, your eyes never diverts from his figure tho.

"Sounds good to me, I'll see you later?" you nod, Art leans in until his lips kisses yours, his minty breath on your face makes you sigh pleasantly and moan in disdain when the kiss ends to soon.

Art steps back a few paces and looks down at you with a small smile: the sight in front of him is almost too much to resist and he has to look away from you to get out of this damn room, "I love you," he says grabbing his tennis bag, you answer back immediately. 

"I love you, too, have a nice practice! and tell your coach to fuck off" 

Art laughs loudly at your comment "I'll make sure to let him know you send your kind regards!" he turns to look at you once last time, "see you later, baby," he says again but only closes the door behind him after seeing your sweet smile.

He already knows he won't be able to get through the day without thinking of you in his bed.

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「bleachers and interruptions」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

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"For how long are you planning to stare at her, Donaldson?" Tashi approaches Art while he is busy looking at you in the stands, a book in your hand as you wait "for Tashi" to finish her training. 

"w-what?" he detaches his eyes from you and your friend wants to laugh at the deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face, a clean tennis shirt in his hands waiting to be worn.  

Tashi stands in front of him, the smirk on her face growing wider by the second, her hands on her hips "Donaldson, I can smell your desperation from miles away" he avoids her gaze and turns around to take off his shirt and put it in his tennis bag along his racket, but Tashi stands in front of him again "she told me about what happened at the beach" she adds and smirks, Art stops in his tracks at that 'fuck, she knows' he takes advantage of slipping on his unstained t-shirt to hide his red cheeks from your best friend. 

"Shouldn't you be worrying about you and Patrick, Tash?" his eyes look down to fix his shirt that looks so ruffled to him right now, "don't worry about me and Patrick, but I have to worry about you two idiots for obvious reasons" Art looks at her confused and waits for her to explain. 

Tashi moves her hand up to pat his shoulder, her smirk fading away and giving way to a small smile.

"She's a wonderful person you know? She deserves all the love in the world and I know you've got plenty to give... so don't keep her on the hook for too long" she takes her bag.

"What do you mean?" He frowns, keeping you on the hook? he tought you had changed your mind, considering you didn't approach him not even once after the night at the beach.

Tashi takes one glance at you, and then back to the blond in front of her.

"She's waiting for you to make a move, Art. She's really shy and not really good at these kind of things..." Tashi's gaze flickers at you again... "If she wasn't interested you think she would have come to watch you almost every training day?". 

He wants to laugh at that, 'she didn't look shy at the beach' he thinks but doesn't say it out loud "she comes here for me? I thought she's here to see you!" he exclaims.

Tashi can't stop the smile forming on her lips at his outburst, the disbelief in his voice clear as day.

"You can't be that naive, can you?" Tashi teases, her tone lighthearted now, having gone from teasing to trying to comfort him. "Sure, some days she might come here for me, but it's mostly for you, I can assure you, I'm just an added bonus" Tashi concludes and Art feels so stupid, he should've at least tried to talk to you. 

"oh..."

Tashi sees his expression change slightly, realization beginning to dawn on him, so she rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder, smiling at him knowingly "don't beat yourself up too much about it, Art. It's never too late to fix your mistake. Believe me, she's really into you... but Art, there are few people I care about more than I care about tennis, and Y/N is one of them, if you hurt her in any way-" Tashi pushes her index finger into his chest, her grin growing devious once again, "-I'll castrate you, then you definitely won't be able to charm her anymore with only your stupid blond curls, understood?" "yes m'am." he answers immediately.

Tashi laughs, finding his quick response both amusing and endearing, her hand moving to ruffle his blond hair. "That's more like it, Donaldson. Keep her safe and you won't have too worry about keeping your body intact. I'm sure you're more than capable of that"

Tashi goes to the changing rooms and Art turns around towards you again, only to see you already looking at him and he smiles widely, now that he knows you didn't change your mind about him, and that's surprising considering the story he told you, he feels like he can actually talk to you without blushing like the teenager he still is. 

You blush slightly as he looks at you, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips, your heart skips a beat when he flashes that winning smile of his. How he was able to be both endearing and incredibly handsome at the same time was beyond you, but the sight of his bright blue eyes and the way his blonde hair was swept to the side from the light wind was enough to make your breath hitch.

His hand goes up in greeting and you wave back, book now closed and he sign for you to stay there as he walks out of the tennis camp, his steps fast almost in a run and you laugh 'he is so cute' you think. A few minutes later he is next to you on the bleachers.

As he approaches, you can't help but look carefully at his face, a bead of sweat running down his temple form the training he just finished, you curse internally as you feel yourself growing a bit hotter when his arm flexes to let his tennis bag fall on the ground next to him.

Art sits down next to you, taking a moment to catch his breath before turning to you, a cheeky grin on his face.

"hey" 

"hi..." 

You both giggle for realizing how awkward this moment is.

Art runs his hand through his hair, trying to tame the damp strands and make himself look at least a little bit presentable. "Sorry for this" he pauses for a moment, a smirk coming to his lips, "although I think you kinda like it" you laugh 'fuck, he noticed'. 

"Oh shut up, I didn't come here for you" you lie, your cheeks slightly red in fear of being caught "oh, really? a little bird told me otherwise..." he suggests and you would really like the ground to open and swallow you, you bite your lips "I'm going to kill her" you mumble under your breath and Art laughs as he sits down next to you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He gazes intently at you, a slight smirk on his lips, "please don't, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her" you frown at his words and seeing your confused expression he keeps going. 

"I thought you weren't interested in me anymore, after that night" his smile is sheepish, "the next day, when you and Tashi came to watch the final between me and Patrick you didn't talk to me at all and... I don't know, I felt like I fucked up" his hand goes through his hair, a bit embarrassed to reveal his insecurities to you so soon and you want to slap yourself "Art... no you got it all wrong". 

Art blinks in confusion for a moment, his expression changing into a mixture of surprise and relief "so you weren't avoiding me?" he asks, turning his head to peer closely into your eyes, searching for any sign to confirm his words.

"No! well, yes... but it's not cause I wasn't interested in you, the total opposite actually, I'm really bad at these things I didn't know what to do or say" you admit and play around with the cover of the book still on your lap.

Art couldn't help but laugh a little bit at your confession, "If it's any consolation, I think you're doing just fine right now."

He pauses for a moment, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his blue eyes shining with warmth.

"You could've just told me then, you know?" and he could have done that too. 

"I know... I'm sorry" you whine hiding your face in your hands and he rests his left hand on the back of your chair, his body facing you while he waits for you to look at him again "don't be, I could have tried harder too" he comforts you and you look at him again, a sweet smile on his face. 

You couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling the tension start to dissipate between you "guess we both messed up then" you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at the realization of just how much time you wasted because of your mutual shyness.

"But we stil have time to solve this, if you want to, of course" you're nodding even before he can finish the sentence. 

Art can't contain his excitement as he sees you enthusiastically nodding your head. He lifts his hand and rests his palm on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin "I take that as a yes, then?" he asks, a playful smile on his lips, the thumb on your cheek now tracing the outline of your lips.

"mh-mh" you say unconsciously your eyes locked in his. 

 Art continues tracing his thumb across your lips, his touch light and almost teasing, feeling your gaze on him, he lifts his eyes to look into yours, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You look so cute when you're all blushing and flustered" he whispers, leaning a bit closer to your face.

"You talk like you're not in the same position as I am" Art laughs softly, his breath mingling with yours, he leans in closer, the smile on his lips widening as he sees you start to fidget slightly.

"Not like it's a bad thing though, right?" he whispers, his hand moving from your cheek to gently grasp your chin, tilting your head up slightly.

"absolutely not" you whisper and just when your lips are about to touch a voice interrupts the moment "Hey! the camps are closing you have to get out" the coach calls out with a small smirk and Art turns around to look at him embarrassed, ears and cheeks red "sorry coach! we're leaving". 

The coach gives a knowing chuckle before heading out again, leaving you and Art to recover from the interruption.

You can't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the coach's interruption, ok, that was embarrassing you put your book back into your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. 

Art lets out a small sigh before reluctantly getting up from the bench helping you too by grabbing your hand "sorry about that, the coach has the worst timing" he wants to strangle him, really. 

"Don't worry, he is right" you say and he starts to guide you towards the stairs to get out. 

Art feels his muscles relax as soon as the cool night breeze hits his skin, he's still hot and sweaty from the training, he glances at you "that was a good session, wasn't it? even with the interruption" he jokes as he looks around, noticing the sun slowly setting behind the trees, lighting the sky in a beautiful shade of pink and orange. 

"you did good, I really like to watch you ad Tashi play" you ignore his real intentions and decide to talk about the training itself, you really like to tease him. 

Art can't help but let out a small laugh at your response "so that is the only reason why you come to see our trainings? To watch me play?" he quips, his tone light and teasing as he nudges you slightly with his shoulder. 

"I already told you Donaldson, I come to see Tashi play, not for you" you taunt again and Art shakes his head in false disbelief, his tone still playful and light "right, how could I forget. Just for Tashi, of course".

He playfully rolls his eyes, his shoulder slightly touching yours as you walk next to him. 

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you can't compete with her" and Art stops on his track a fake shocked expression on his face and you tug on his hand still connected to yours to walk through the campus and towards the dorms.

Art puts a hand over his heart and lets out a mock gasp. "How could you" he says before starting to follow you again, a cheeky smile on his lips as he glances in your direction.

As you both make your way towards the dorms, Art can't help but feel contentment at the sight of your hands connected together, swinging naturally alongside you while you walk. You two stay in comfortable silence until you are in front of your dorm room and your hand detaches from his to grab your key, Art stands behind you, hands in his shorts pockets as he waits for you to turn back to him.

You unlock the door, feeling a flutter of anticipation as you turn to face him again. Art is still standing close, his eyes fixed on you with a warm smile on his handsome features, he takes a step closer, now leaning against the wall next to your door.

The soft light from the hallway casts a gentle glow on him, his blond hair slightly disheveled and he looks so incredibly handsome that you find your breath hitching in your throat 

'what should I do now?' you ask yourself as you smile at him, but before you could open your mouth to speak, he does first "not that I don't like to meet you like this, but what would you think about a date? with me, of course" he mentally facepalms himself, 'was it really necessary to add that?' Art feels a faint blush color his cheeks as you laugh at his awkward addition.

He rubs the back of his neck, still smiling sheepishly "sorry, I just wanted to be clear about it, didn't want you to think I was planning a date between you and Tashi" he jokes as he lets out a small laugh of his own, the embarrassment fading away as he sees that you don't seem to mind his blunder.

"But yes, I would love to take you on a date" he says with a more confident tone, his eyes shimmering with excitement at the thought.

 "I would love to" Art is filled with contentment as he sees your excitement. He runs his hand through his hair a small smile forms on his lips as he gazes at you, his blue eyes shining with happiness.

"How about tomorrow night? There's this nice restaurant near that I've been wanting to try" he suggests, his voice filled with nerves but anticipation as well.

"Tomorrow is great" you step closer when you see Art bending towards you "good, I'll pick you up tomorrow night at seven" you nod. 

As you confirm the time for your date, he can't help but smile wider, the excitement coursing through his veins, he gazes into your eyes for a moment, savoring the anticipation building between you.

"I can't wait" he whispers, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of nerves, leaning closer and placing a soft kiss on your forehead "I'll see you tomorrow" "goodnight, Art". 

As you watch Art, his handsome features bathed in the soft light of the hallway, he smiles back at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Goodnight" he says softly, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he sees you close the door slower than necessary, as if you don't want the moment to end just yet.

"Sweet dreams" he whispers after you close the door, shoulders lighter now that he finally has a real chance with you and the smile on his face doesn't leave until he is asleep in his bed.

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「Roscoe」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: small thing I wrote to apologize for my absence, but the winter session is starting and it's stressing me out, hope you'll like it! not proofread.

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"It feels wrong..."

"What do you mean?"

"It just… doesn't feel right doing this without her knowing, I feel like I'm cheating on her."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her, it's okay..."

"It's still cheating… and if she finds out-"

"Stiles it's just a damn car. You can't keep on walking miles because you refuse to cheat on Roscoe!" You interrupt him frustrated.

"I'll have you know that I take offense to that. Roscoe is my car, my baby, my one and only!"

"Yeah… well, you left your one and only in Beacon Hills so either you get it here or buy another car and stop complaining that you have to wake up an hour earlier to go to work." You don't want to sound so annoyed, but you're pretty tired of hearing not only his waaay too loud alarm at 5 AM, but also his loud groans and sighs of annoyance as he slips out of the bed to get ready.

Stiles moves uncomfortably on the passenger's seat of the car he's thinking to buy and you lean down and rest your elbows on the lowered window next to him to see his cutely scrunched face better.

He continues to frown in annoyance, arms crossed over his chest. "This car is inferior to Roscoe, in every single way."

You roll your eyes. "How."

"It's too small, it smells funny, the color is awful, it doesn't have enough cup holders, the interior is wrong, it doesn't look as good, it doesn't even sound right! I bet the turning is all wrong, and don't get me started on the radio!"

"It's not small it's just not a jeep, you don't have to chose this color or this car even because there are many other models in here, the interior is not wrong but new and you didn't even start the car so how can you even say it doesn't sound right?"

"I-"

"And your jeep didn't even have a single cup holder or a radio, like- AT ALL, Stiles."

"That was a feature, not a flaw. It taught me resourcefulness!"

You sigh and stand back up with hands on your hips, you look down at Stiles, at his face molded into an expression of confusion and regret and you take a deep breath before walking around the car to sit beside him on the passengers seat, the door softly slams shut. Your head turn around to look at your boyfriend on the left, eyes down to look at his hands and pursued lips in thoughts. "… It's not about Roscoe… is it?" His shoulders sag at the released tension.

He leans back in the passenger's seat, avoiding your gaze as he speaks. "It's a stupid reason…"

"I'm sure it's not, tell me." You grab his right hand to bring it over your lap and rub it with your thumb.

"It's… It's the last connection I have to her. That was Mom's car, the last thing I have of hers. She wanted me to have it! If I sell it… then I don't have anything of hers anymore…"

"Stiles, why didn't you tell me? I would have never pushed you to buy another car if I knew you felt like this," it sounds like a soft scolding, the one you would use to scold a kid after he did something wrong.

He breathes out heavily, "I don't know. I didn't want to bother you… I know it's stupid. I shouldn't still be… grieving so much…" You feel tears prickling in your eyes "…But just thinking about letting it go makes me feel like I'm leaving her behind, leaving our memories of her behind. Getting a new car feels like I'm saying goodbye to Mom and I don't want to do it… again."

"It's not stupid Stiles, you have every right to grieve, it doesn't matter how many years have passed, she is your mom, there's not enough time in the whole universe to move on from this type of loss.." your voice trembles as you console him: of course it's not the first time he talks to you about Claudia, but your heart clenches painfully every time she's mentioned.

His eyes are clouded with sadness, like a storm is brewing in their depths. "I always feel like I should have had more time with her. More memories. I can't even remember her voice. I can't… remember her face. Not clearly… But thinking of Roscoe makes me feel close to her again" His voice is strained, struggling to hold back the tears.

You bring his hand to your lips as you both stay silent for a few minutes. "We could drive back to Beacon Hills and bring Roscoe here with us, we'll take her to the mechanic and fix her once and for all," you propose but Stiles shakes his head.

Stiles gives you a small, bittersweet smile. "I can't. There's only so much we can do to fix her." A sigh escapes him, looking down at his hands once more. "Besides, Beacon Hills is the Jeep's place, I'm sure my dad likes to have her there."

"'kay… what do you wanna do then?" You ask softly and he turns to look at you.

He considers your question for a moment, the creases on his forehead showing the effort he's putting to not admit he wants to use that car forever. "I guess I'll have to look into other cars. Maybe there's a car that won't feel wrong.

You nod, "...I'm so proud of you," it comes out as a trembling whisper, like it's a secret between you two.

Stiles' expression softens at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His grip on your hand tightens slightly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin while his face leans in to kiss you.

As the kiss gently fades away, Stiles' forehead comes to rest against yours, his eyes closed and breath slow. "Thank you." His voice is quiet, nearly a whisper, heavy with emotion, "Thank you for putting up with me when I'm like this."

You want to tell him that there is no such thing as 'putting up with him' for you, that you wouldn't trade these moments between you two for the world, but you know that if you mutter even one more word you'll start to cry, so you only shake your head... and Stiles senses them, your unspoken words. His free hand moves to rest on the back of your neck, gently rubbing it with his thumb. His forehead stays pressed against yours, unwilling to let the connection dissipate just yet.

After a few more minutes of you sitting together in silence, simply leaning against each other, Stiles quietly speaks again, his voice soft and weary. "Can we just go home?"

"Yeah, you don't have to chose it today."

He nods silently, his mind still clouded with thoughts. Finally, he lets out a sigh, sitting up again and looking around. "Let's go, then." As he looks down at your intertwined hands resting on your lap, a small, tired smile graces his lips.

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