“I’m screwed!” - Stiles Stilinski Imagine.
AN: I’M FUCKING BACK WITH AN IMAGINE!!!! Super sorry about being gone for so long, but I am here and trying to get back into the swing of things.
Word count: 245 - Really short I know but I have acrylics and can barely fucking type-.- I will be doing longer ones though!!
“Does is look okay?” You asked your boyfriend, Stiles, hesitantly.
He stared at you trying not to laugh.
“Oh god it’s terrible isn’t it?” You screamed running into your bathroom.
“Y/N you look fine babe!” Stiles said as he tried to open the bathroom door which you locked.
“No I don’t!” You shouted. “Prom is in two days, I’m screwed!” You cried as you slid your body down the door and sat on the floor.
“Babe.” Stiles said calmer as he too sat against his side of the door. “We can fix this, we’ll go into town and-“
“No I’m not going into town like this Stiles, its humiliating!” You cried into your hands.
“It’s not that bad Y/N” He said calmly.
“Not that bad?” You said as you stood up and swung the door open, causing Stiles to fall back onto your bathroom floor. “My hair is green Stilinski. FUCKING GREEN.” You shouted and walked past him.
“It’s not like its bright green Y/N it’s just faded.” He said trying to be reasonable.
“You’ll be faded in a minute.” You mumbled as you grabbed a hoodie and put it on.
“That doesn’t even make sense.” He said walking over to you.
“You’ll be faded from existence.” You said through gritted teeth.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry, like a tomato.” Stiles said pinching your cheeks. “Come on lets go get this sorted.” He smiled taking your hand and guiding you out of the house.
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