Request: They're taking a trip to Mexico but his car breaks down.

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"I think something is wrong, Stiles." You mumbled, listening as a clinking noise rattled through the car. 

The two of you were on your way to Mexico for a holiday to celebrate the one year anniversary of your guys' relationship, but it turns out it might be a short lived holiday, as in this moment you don't think the two of you were going to make it. 

"Everything is fine." Stiles answered, staring out at the road in front of him while he bluntly ignored the noise coming from his car. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, returning your gaze to the road as he turned the radio up louder to drown out the noise, as if that would make it stop. 

He then tapped your thigh with his hand, making you look down and see his hand laying against your thigh, palm up and waiting for you to intertwine your own with it. You complied, lacing your fingers with his and giving it a slight squeeze as he moved the them to rest in the middle console. 

You looked down at your guys' hands, smiling slightly to yourself. Such a simple gesture still managed to give you butterflies, even after being with him for a full year. 

Stiles continued to drive, and suddenly there was a particularly loud bang that rung throughout the car. You let out a gasp, wide eyes glaring at your boyfriend who finally began to pull over onto the side of the road. 

"Believe me now?" You muttered, smiling smugly at Stiles who simply sighed and rolled his eyes at you. He reached into the back of his Jeep, fishing out a tool kit he kept. He pushed the drivers side door open, hopping out with a grumble. 

He popped the hood, mucking around for a moment while you watched from your spot in the passenger seat. You could hear him mucking around, trying to fix his Jeep, but you knew very well that he didn't exactly know too much about fixing cars. 

"Can you turn the engine on for me, babe?" He called, and you nodded to yourself before hopping over into the drivers seat. You turned the key, and the Jeep made a noise as if it was starting, but it soon died off again. You tried again, though this time there was a sudden bang, and the engine started to smoke. 

Your eyes went wide, watching as your boyfriend backed away, "Are you okay?" 

He nodded to you, holding up a wrench, "Everything's fine, I've got this." 

"Stiles," You groaned. "I think we should call someone who actually knows something about fixing cars, either that or a tow truck to get us back to Beacon Hills." 

You could hear a faint "I've got it!"  from him, so you decide to leave him to it, not wishing to start a silly fight on such an important day. 

Just as you suspected, you eventually heard him let out an exasperated sigh and pull away from the car. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead, dropping the tool he had in his hands and letting it fall to the ground. 

"I think were gonna have to call someone." He admitted sheepishly, and you simply laughed slightly at the boy before reaching for your phone. 

* 

While the two of you were waiting for the tow truck you had called for, Stiles had set up a blanket he had found in the back on the hood of the car that had thankfully stopped smoking now. He climbed up, moving over slightly before urging you to join him. 

You smiled slightly before hopping up onto the hood and settling beside him, hooking yourself effortlessly into his side. He leaned the two of you back so you were resting against the windscreen. He put one of his arms around your shoulders while the other took your hand in his. You rested your head against his shoulder, and the two of you looked up at the clouds that were passing by. 

"That one looks like you." Stiles teased, pointing up at a particularly odd shaped cloud. 

You shoved him playfully, pouting, "You're mean." 

"I'm just messing with you, Gab," He laughed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Rumor has it you're actually quite beautiful and a certain guy named Stiles Stilinski is head over heels for you." 

You blushed, moving your head so you could look at your boyfriend, "You're lucky I'm head over heels for you too, looser." 

Before you had a chance to say anything else, Stiles had moved to press his lips gently against your own, an embrace that still made you feel as though you were on top of the world. Eventually, the two of you pulled away to catch your breath. 

"Hey, guess what?" He brought his face close to yours, as if he were about to share a secret with you, "I love you." 

You copied his actions, whispering back just as low, "I kind of maybe love you more."