Stiles: Stiles showed up at your door which a bouquet of flowers for you. After putting them in water you got into his jeep and drove. Stiles was of course his awkward, cute self. Your first date was to the prom. When you arrived everyone couldn’t help but watch you and Stiles in awe, after that relaxed a little. Your conversation seemed endless before you decided to dance. A slow song began and you stood close, swaying to the music. Stiles leaned down and placed a soft, sweet kiss on your lips.
Derek: You lived in the apartment opposite Derek, he knocked at your door and you two left the building. You chose to walk seeing as it was such a nice day. Derek brought you for dinner in a fancy restaurant, you shared laughs the whole time. After dinner you went for a walk on the beach, watching the sunset. You sat on the sand, your head resting on Derek’s shoulder as he placed his arm around you. You felt his two fingers raise your chin up before he kissed you passionately and deeply just as the sun lowered below the horizon.
Scott: For your date with Scott he planned something at his house. Living a few doors down you walked to his house. When he answered he brought you to the kitchen. There was a candle lit dinner and he told you he made the food himself. You both sat and enjoyed the meal he made immensely. After that you went to the living room and watched a movie, sitting together on the couch. Half way through the movie you felt your eyelids get heavy before you drifted into sleep. When you awoke you and Scott were cuddling together comfortably.
He just stood there, body stiff as a rod. His eyes darted all around the floor but they never met yours even when you asked him to. He looked worse than he did since the last time you saw him. In the fast blur of death and loss, three days had passed since he held you that night.
"(Y/N)…" your name sounded like a distant echo on his lips, and they felt like knives to the chest.
"No." you croaked out, barely making it to the edge of the bed before collapsing onto it.
He rushed to you, kneeling before you like you did for him just three days ago. His hands were everywhere, holding your face, cupping your elbow, pressing against your hands. He felt so warm.
"Derek please don’t go. Please." The tears gathered in the corners of your eyes waited. His hands found yours, thumb running over your knuckles, fingers grasping and holding.
"I’m so sorry," his eyes were welling up, lips bruising from his teeth. "I have to. I need to.” The desperation in his voice was evident, and the look in his eyes meant it was serious. You knew his family had a big secret, you just didn’t know what about. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to make him leave someplace he called home.
"Where?" His thumb stopped, the hot pad burning your skin.
Derek waited a few breaths, eyes boring into yours. “New York.”
The tears fell, droplets landing on the back of his hand. With quivering lips you tried to smile but couldn’t. Your grip on his hands tightened, vision blurring until everything became an array of globs. There was a hard tightening in your chest, a choking sob begging to let free but you stamped it down, knowing he would hurt more if you broke.
Derek lifted you onto his lap, cradling your shaking shoulders and pressing your head into the crook of his neck. You latched onto the fabric of his shirt. This comfort. This small piece of home. Gone.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry." he kept mumbling into your hair, rocking you back and forth. His fingers were running through your hair, root to tip, root to tip. Curling deeper into his lap, you nuzzled his neck, something he used to do to you. Marking, he’d call it, a way to leave a piece of him on you. The only time you’d seen that happen was when dogs did it to their owners. It was a way of marking their territory.
"I wish you can come with me." he whispered against your temple.
"I wish I can too… but thats where you’ll be.”
He pushed you back a little, letting your eyes meet his. “I’ll always be here too -“
"No you won’t. You’re going to be almost three thousand miles away from me, Der. You won’t be here." You couldn’t stop the tears from falling over this time, and you didn’t want to.
He wiped the tears away for you, pulling you into him. He kissed you hair first. Then your temple. Then your cheekbone. The corner of your lip. Your lips. It was a hard kiss, anguish, aggravation, sorrow, desperation all pressing on the curve of your flesh. You pulled at him, opening his mouth with yours, digging deeper to get more. You needed more. Wanted it.
He was the one to pull away, forehead pressing on yours as you both breathed heavily.
"I won’t leave you. Not the way you think I will. God, (Y/N)… I’ve lost everyone and I will not lose you. I promise I’ll come back." He murmured against your lips.
"Maybe I’ll go to you. Apply to NYU, be roommates… That’s where we’ll be right."
He chuckled lightly, “Right.”
"When do you leave?" you hated the question, but it was the elephant in the room you couldn’t ignore anymore.
"In about two hours."
You whimpered, swallowing the sob. After breathing in a few shaky breaths you got up from his warm lap, walking over to your jewelry box and pulling out a gold baby bracelet. When you sat down on him again he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his nose into your shoulder.
"I want you to have this. So you won’t forget." You offered the bracelet to him. You watched as his thumb ran over the cusp of the plate, smoothing over your engraved name.
"You know I won’t forget you right."
"I know, but… so you’ll have me too." You tried to smile up at him, even though your face and body felt heavy, you tried.
He took it with shaky hands, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer.
"I’m going to miss you so much." You didn’t see the tears he cried but you sure as hell felt them.
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for anon who wanted a part two! I hope you like it! thank you for the request/ask. Have a good day!
