Stiles when you confess your feelings for him.
"Really? Y-you love me? Sarcastic, annoying, Stiles?" He stuttered, in awe that the girl he had a crush on would ever like him back.
"You're not annoying, Stiles..." you smiled.
He stared at you in awe, his mouth agape, "I- uh, I really like you too, y/n." He finally found his words, "would you, uh, like to go on a date with me?"
"I'd love to." You chuckled softly at his nervousness.
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