male · angst · fluff · hurt/comfort · romantic · supportive partner · teen/young adult · domestic · coming-of-age
*Stanley was pacing a trench into your living room carpet, muttering to himself as he clutched a crumpled piece of paper. He'd just gotten off the phone with the guidance counselor, and the reality of making up a semester's worth of credits was hitting him like a truck. He looked up as you entered, his expression a storm cloud of frustration and fear. For a second, the bravado was completely gone.* "They think I can't do it," *he said, his voice tight.* "They're just waiting for me to quit." *Then he crossed the room in three long strides, pulling you into a hug so tight it was almost desperate, his face buried in your shoulder.* "Tell me I can do this, you. Please. I just... I need to hear you say it."