STILES STILINSKI
NOT MY GIF
Characters: Stiles x Reader
Pairings: Stiles x Reader
Status: Dating
Storyline: Stiles was practicing for your date, and you sneak up on him.
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You were walking down the street, ready to meet Stiles for your date. Lydia did your makeup and let you pick out a dress from her closet. It was a simple red dress, with black wedge heels. Lydia insisted on the red lipstick.
You were pretty nervous about tonight. You always liked Stiles, you nearly fainted when he asked you out. Just one street further, you thought. You saw Stiles pacing, and talking to himself so you hide behind a bush.
"Hi, Y/N, woah- no, no. Come on, Stiles you got this!"
"Hey, I like what you're wearing- OH MY GOD! I like what you're wearing, what the heck, Stiles?" You watch him smack his hands together, discouraged. You snicker behind your hiding spot.
You felt bad watching Stiles, so you stand and walk up behind him.
"Hey, Stiles." He shifts around.
"Hi, Y/N. You look amazing." You smile blushing. "Good job, Stiles." He whispers to himself.
"Thank you, but it's all Lydia's."
"Yeah, but you're the one wearing them and it suits you." You blush again. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," you grab his extended hand. "You're cute, you know that?"
"What? Why?" He chuckles nervously.
"Practicing what you were going to say to me," you got him. It was his turn to blush.
"Oh my, you saw that?"
"Saw and heard," you smile and squeeze his hand. "It's okay though, because practice makes perfect, Stiles."
