Thank you to stevebcky and nevergooutofstiles for betaing this for me!
Trigger warning for descriptions of anxiety throughout the whole fic. If you want me to tag anything else, just let me know :).
are not wearing that! Get it off, Stiles! Now!”
Allison drops her
lipstick, heart jumping anxiously as she meets Kira’s gaze in the mirror.
“I’ll go see what’s
wrong,” Kira says with a too-wide smile.
“What if he’s
spilled something on his suit?” Allison says, twisting around in her chair.
“What if we have to get him another? We don’t have time—”
“Hey, it’s fine,”
Kira interrupts. “Don’t worry. Just keep on getting ready, and I’ll be back in
She squeezes Allison’s shoulders gently, then
hurries out of the room, dress billowing out behind her as she wobbles in her
heels. Again. Allison just knows she’s not
going to make it down the aisle without tripping.