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roommates pt 2 | stiles

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It was a Saturday night a few months after you'd moved into your dorm room. You and your roommate, Stiles, had become extremely close - you'd study together, watch films and just hang out.

You didn't have any plans so you decided to just stay in and study, you were hoping Stiles would come back from his errand run to study with you. You started without him until he came barging into the room, looking for something.

"Hey, Stiles." You greeted him, looking over at him curiously as he flung his wardrobe open.

"H-hey, y/n." He said almost breathlessly, as if he'd been running.

You watched him as he grabbed a leather jacket and pulled it on, then he searched the bottom of his wardrobe and you saw him shove a small blue square into his jeans pocket. You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned around, his cheeks looked slightly pink as he saw you staring at him.

He backed towards the door smiling nervously, "see you later, y/n."

"Where are you going?" You asked.

He rubbed his neck nervously, "uh, I have a... a date." He mumbled, opening the door.

"Oh." You said quietly, for some reason you felt slightly jealous that he was going on a date, you wondered who he was going with.

"Yeh, uh, I've gotta go." He said, backing out of the door and closing it behind him.

You didn't know why you were feeling this way, it was only a date, but for some reason you still wanted him to stay.

You didn't really feel like studying alone, so instead you put your books away and watched some films on Netflix.

Feeling your eyes start to close after the third film you closed your laptop and got ready for bed, you heard the door creak behind you and you turned to see a bleary-eyed Stiles.

"Stiles?" You asked, immediately rushing towards him, "what happened?"

"Nothing happened, y/n." He said quietly, shrugging off his jacket and sitting at the edge of his bed.

You sat next to him, not wanting to push him for details, instead you reached over and took hold of his hand.

He turned to you, his tear filled, brown eyes gazing into yours, "I've been trying to avoid my feelings for months... I thought that if I told you and you didn't like me back then this whole room sharing situation wouldn't work- but it turns out that any time I go out with another girl they just aren't you."

You stared at him for a moment, processing what he said, was he admitting that he liked you?

"Now I guess I've made it awkward-" he began to say but you stopped him by pressing your lips against his, cupping his cheeks with your hands you wiped away the tears that had fell down his cheeks.

He pulled away first, staring at you dumbfoundedly, "so does this mean you like me back?" He asked nervously.

You nodded, "I do, I really like you, Stiles."

He breathed a sigh of relief, "good- I was starting to think I'd have to move dorms." He chuckled.

Stiles wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him as you rested your head on his chest, "why don't we watch a movie?" He asked quietly.

You nodded, "I'd love to."

Despite the fact that you were extremely tired you managed to stay awake until near the end of the film, when Stiles noticed you had fallen asleep he pulled the duvet over the both of you and held you close to him as he watched the rest of the film. Although he missed most of it because he couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was as he held you in his arms.

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