Teen Wolf Oneshots (I Take Requests)

Promise you won't love me any less

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Pairing: Stiles and Jackson

"You know I love you, right?"

Jackson shot up, hands clutching his chest and breath coming out in gasps.

He was fine, everything was fine. It was just a dream.

"You're nothing without me."

Jackson shook his head. Pointless, it was all so fucking pointless.

"Hey, you're awake." Stiles stood in the doorway, hands full of muffins and coffee, and a too big smile streched across his lips.

"Uh, yeah. Hi." Jackson said, trying to force himself to smile.

"Alright, well they were out of blueberry, but they had this fieldberry muffin and I think it might have a few blueberry's in it. I'm not making any promises though."

He had made his way into the room as he spoke, and was now crouched down in front of Jackson, smile slightly smaller but twice as warm.

"Hey," He grabbed onto Jackson's jaw, tilting his head upwards until they finally made eye contact, "you doing okay? You seem less-

I don't know, last night you seemed to want this more." His eyebrows crinkled, and Jackson could see the worry there.

Pointless.

"Yeah," He smiled, genuinely now, "yeah I'm fine. And I definitely still, want this."

Stiles smiled wider once more, his hand moving from its position on Jackson's jaw to the back of his neck, where he used it to pull the taller boy into a chaste kiss before ultimately letting him go completely.

"Okay, now let's hurry up and eat before our coffee gets cold."

Stiles headed toward the door, and Jackson couldn't help but smile at Stiles' retreating back.

He's not pointless.

~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes Stiles seemed far away.

His eyes would get distant, and his smiles would hold a touch of cold. Jackson didn't want to admit that this scared him, that Stiles scared him sometimes.

It was worse when they talked about him. Whenever he came up it was like Stiles transformed, eyes dark and grip tight in a way that made Jackson's skin crawl.

It seemed like they were talking about him much more lately, the topic of the past being brought into conversation so casually, so callously.

It wasn't even that Jackson brought him up, in all honesty he avoided the topic as best he could, but sometimes late at night, Stiles would ask a question, make a comment with a snear on his face.

The thing was, Jackson wasn't sure it was about him.

Yes, those eyes would be looking in his direction when they lost all their love, but the moment the subject changed, or Jackson dropped to far into panic, Stiles' eyes would widen, and the life would return to them.

So Jackson ignored it, ignored the growing fear coiled in his stomach, the churning violence in his guts, and instead decided to focus on that smile.

~~~~~~~~~

"You do realize you're staring right?"

Stiles smiled down at him, "Yeah." His honey eyes were locked firmly on Jackson's own.