Pairings: Stiles x Reader
Words: 753
Warnings/Notes: I wrote this awhile back for a fanfiction so I might have missed a few errors with names but I’m pretty sure I fixed it.
Summary:Stiles asks you out with a scene from The Notebook.
Stiles stands at the door with his hands tucked into his pockets with a smile, blood rushes to my cheeks, suddenly embarrassed at my lazy clothes and lack of makeup. “I’ll call you back, Lyd.” we say our goodbyes quickly and I place the phone into my pocket.
“I, uh,” he clears his throat into his hand nervously, “Do you wanna go somewhere?” he speaks with a not-so-confident smile.
“Okay.” I smile walking out the door next to him, “Where to Stilinski?” I ask as he leads me to his blue Jeep.
“It’s a surprise,” he says opening my door for me, he waits until I’m seated comfortably before getting in himself. The drive to wherever was mostly silent except the moments when I beg him to tell me where we were heading, he’d only brush it off with a smile but responded with silence. Ten minutes later we arrive in Derek’s front yard, confused I step out while Stiles walks over to me, a smile not leaving his face. “Wait here.” he scurries off into the broken down house leaving me alone only for a minute, his head pops out of the doorway and his arm reaches out to me, beckoning to follow him indoors. My head shakes with a smile but I do as he says. When inside I catch glimpse of a quilt thrown on the floor with a laptop in the middle with snacks scattered around and candles lit high enough to where we won’t catch the place ablaze. “I’m gonna buy it one day and fix it up,” his voice was shaky, “All it needs is a new floor, and walls… And a roof… Plumbing and electric as well.” heat creeps onto his cheeks, eyes pleading for me to say something.
“What?”- my eyebrows furrow together not understanding his sudden interest in Derek’s old home.
“This happened in the Notebook, right?” he clears his throat awkwardly.
“Well what about me, don’t I get a say?” I ask following along with the script trying to mimic Allie’s voice.
“Do you want a say in this?” Bronze eyes beam from across the room when I finally catch on, not missing a beat to his next line. I started to circle around the front room letting my hand run across the blackened walls.
“Yes, I would.” I smile, turning my head away from the collapsing scaffolding and over to the boy who hasn’t left his spot in the middle of the room.
“What do you want?” he questions watching my every move.
“I want a white house, and blue shutters.” I grin, saying every memorized line with ease. “And a room overlooking the river so I can paint.” even though there wasn’t a river or even a pond nearby, the scene worked well with our surroundings.
“Anything else?” Stiles takes slow steps forward until his frame was directly in front of me, so close I could feel his breath tickling the tip of my nose.
“Yes,” I pause, straining for the line to find it’s way to the tip of my tongue, “I want a big ol’ porch that wraps around the entire house, where we can drink tea and watch the sun go down.” It may have been a staged moment, a moment based off fiction, but when we said it aloud to each other it felt so real, so genuine, honest, and pure.
“Okay.” his voice was just above a whisper, his face inching closer towards mine.
“You promise?” I ask, or lips nearly touching.
“I promise.” his lips mold to mine so softly I second guessed if he was even there.
“Good.” I whisper once we pulled away, our eyes gleam as we look into one another’s, happy that this moment finally came upon us.
“Will you be my Allie?” He asks guiding me towards the quilt, slowly laying down holding out his arm for me to join him.
“Only if you’ll be my Noah.” we find our comfortable position, my head on his shoulder with a free hand on my chest, his fingers twisting the tips of my hair between his fingers, with the laptop on his stomach playing a movie we weren’t paying attention to. The computer dies not an hour into the movie leaving us in a peaceful silence.
“I think I’m gonna fall madly in love with you.” Stiles blurts. His heart rate quickens and his fingers stop twirling, I chuckle with a smile tugging at my lips.
“I think I’ve already started falling.”
