Stiles sat on the edge of his bed, his arms resting on his knees as he fiddled with his fingers, staring down at them, occasionally biting his lip nervously and licking his lips. I stood by his desk, my arms crossed over my chest as I clenched my jaw.
"You can't be serious-"
"You're not the same guy I fell in love with." I blurted out, leaning back against the desk, crossing one foot over the other as I moved my hands to rest on the edge of the desk. Stiles looked up, heart broken.
"What are you on about?" I looked down to the carpet just by him as I smiled very sadly.
"I fell in love with this goofy, sarcastic freshman...always smiling, laughing, scheming..." My small smile grew into one of nostalgia as I remembered what he was like when we first started dating.
"I'm exactly the same-" My eyes met his, painfully.
"No...you're not." He tilted his head, a little confused. "You...you constantly go somewhere with your friends, and every time someone comes back hurt." Stiles bit his lip and looked to the floor , tapping his thumb against his other hand. "Yes, you're sarcastic...but the guy who was always happy, and goofy...the guy I loved...that's not you anymore."
"(Y/n)-"
"Stiles...You're panic attacks keep coming back. You're friends keep dying or going missing. You're repeatedly talking about supernatural creatures, having nightmares." I pushed myself from the desk and went over to him, crouching in front of him with a sad smile, clenching my teeth when I felt tears well in my eyes. "You're traumatised." He stared at me in surprise.
"I'm not traumatised."
"How many times have you seen someone die? Or seen a dead body."
"A few but that's not relevant-"
"When was the last time you slept properly?"
"I don't know, whenever you're here?" I felt a tear slip down my cheek.
"Stiles, do you feel safe when I'm here?" He nodded. "And when I'm not?"
"I feel like something bad's going to happen to you-"
"Why?" He stayed quiet, biting the inside of his cheek and looking down with a sigh. "You need help, Stiles...you were in an ice bath long enough to almost kill you. You say you were possessed by a dark spirit. You're best friends are 'supernatural'. And you almost lost your dad to a serial killer-"
"Darach." Stiles corrected me, still staring at the floor.
"Do you see how much has happened? How psychologically ruined you are?" He slowly nodded. "Please, see someone...just to clear your head..."
"Will you stay with me?" I stared at him as he lifted his head, tears already spilling from his eyes.
"Stiles-"
"If you leave, I'm just going to get worse." He hesitantly took one of my hands in his. "You're the only think keeping me somewhat sane...I've already been to Eichen, and being away from you was hell..." I stared at him, searching his tear filled eyes. "I love you..." I watched weakly as he clenched his jaw, tears slipping down his skin as he rest his forehead against mine. "Please stay..." I continued to stare at him for a moment.
"I miss the old you..." A few more tears fell from my eyes.
"I miss the old us..." Stiles chuckled sadly. I hummed with a smile. "The dates in the Jeep..." I laughed quietly.
"Do you remember the dance Scott wasn't allowed to?"
"You mean when he danced with Danny?" I nodded, shifting to sit on my knees and I moved away from leaning against Stiles. His hand still held mine. "He really wanted to go with Allison..." I nodded with a sad smile.
"I remember how many times you asked me to it before I finally said yes..." My boyfriend's eyes met mine with a gentle smile, a few tears still trickling down his face. "You were like a puppy...so excited and persistent..." My smile softened to match his gentle one.
"That's because I'd been in love with you since I first saw you." I gave his hand a light squeeze.
"You'd known me for three months-"
"Exactly." His smile grew and he slipped from his bed to sit on the floor opposite me. "And we've lasted three and a half years, we're going to college after the summer-" My smile fell and Stiles noticed, now squeezing my hand. "And if you still want to be with me...I can come see you." More tears filled my eyes.
"I was going to break up with you, and you're trying to make me feel better." Stiles shrugged with a smile, taking my other hand and pulling me forwards into him. I fell into his lap, his arms loosely wrapping around my waist as he shifted me to sit with my side against his chest.
"Doesn't matter if you do break up with me...I'm gonna come see you anyway." I smiled and nestled my head against his shoulder as he set his chin on top of my head while I played with his fingers.
"I love you, Miecyslaw..." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
"You're the only person who's allowed to call me that."
"Hate your name that much?" He shook his head with a smile.
"No...you're just one of the only people I love enough to let call me that." I smiled and leaned back, staring at him for a moment before gently taking his jaw in my hands and pressing my lips to his. "I may be a little traumatised, but I'll always be that goofy freshman when you need me to be." I smiled as we separated.
"You'll let me know if you get the internship, right?" He nodded, kissing my temple and cuddling me once more.
"Course I will...You'll let me know where ever you're going?" I nodded with a bright smile.
"Of course."
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I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and wandered the corridors, my heels clicking against the hard flooring as my hair bounced over my shoulders, perfectly flattened for my first class, technically. I smiled softly as I recognised someone just ahead of me, who had stopped in the middle of the corridor in an attempt to calm their nerves.
"Suits look good on you." I smiled, letting the feature soften when this mans head whipped around to where my voice had come to, in immense surprise.
"(N/n)-" he shut himself up and hurried over to me, his hands quickly grabbing my hips as he pulled me against him, his lips meeting mine in a passionate bit relieved kiss while my hands pressed against his chest. A small smile crossed my lips as Stiles pulled away, a breathy laugh passing his lips. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."
"We'll get used to it." I smiled. "I'm gonna be in you class, and apartment." I quickly slipped passed him with a giggle and slipped into the classroom as he grabbed his bag, hurrying after me.
