starter;; sky high au

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

“No, just shuffle those,” she tells him. There’s a board in the box, which she unfolds and situates on the floor, and places the special cards on it. It’s a simple game, ultimately, so she folds herself down to the board and starts explaining it to him.

It’s easier to just not think about anything but him and the game. She’s unaware of how much more often she watches him, as he studies his cards and makes his plays, instead of letting her gaze wander off to other parts of the room. He buys a card she’d wanted for her deck, and she reaches across and punches his shoulder.

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“Can do,” Stiles says in this remotely cheery voice, but not too cheery to be annoying. He grabs the cards more carefully and shuffles them the best he can, hoping they see fit to what she wants. The teen finishes shuffling the thing and he hands them over to her to mix with the already shuffled pile.

Honestly, this is something to keep his hands busy, something to keep his brain busy. He doesn’t mean to dwell on the words that came out of her mouth, but they can’t possibly leave his mind. He doesn’t notice when she looks at him, when she looks around, just messing around with the cards. Then he feels her fist collide gently with his shoulder and he looks up at her with curious eyes.

“/I/ wanted that one,” she informs him, cheerfully vicious. “And you’re not really paying attention to the game.” She is about to add something else, something that will probably shatter the fragile peace between them, when her mom knocks on the door and puts her head in.

“Is Stiles staying for dinner?” she inquires. “You should probably let your dad know you’re still here, Stiles.”

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