synopsis: you hadnāt seen stiles since middle school. but when your friend lydia invites you to a party, and you see stiles again for the first time. and heās not the annoying kid who used to have a crush on you. now heās hot.
warnings: underage drinking (in the usa), swearing, some suggestive language. some of them are probably ooc cause itās been ages since iāve written anything teen wolf oops.
notes: iām very slowly making my return to tumblr. iāve been listening to manās best friend on repeat and got a little inspired.
you leaned in closer to the mirror in your bedroom, rubbing your lips together and dabbing away the excess lip gloss from the corners of your mouth with your fingertip.
āhurry up already!ā lydia huffed from where she was sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back with her arms outstretched to hold herself up. āif we donāt leave in the next 5 minutes weāll be past fashionably late.ā
āoh, whatever.ā you rolled your eyes and turned around to face her, slipping the strap of your bag over your shoulder. āhow do i look?ā
āhot.ā lydia replied and stood up. ānow, come on! if weāre gonna get you a man, we need to hurry before all the good ones are gone.ā
while you shook your head, you couldnāt help the amused smile that grew on your face as she pulled you out of your bedroom.
it had been months since you had even talked to a guy - with romantic (or sexual) intent, that was - and lydia had decided to make it a mission for herself to find you a boyfriend before the school year ended.
āyou know, i bet if you went to my school instead of your silly private school, all the boys there would be falling over themselves to talk to you.ā lydia sighed as you both headed down the stairs to the front door of your empty house. āso unfair.ā
āplease, i know the boys you go to school with.ā you spoke with amusement. āi doubt any of them are any better than they were in middle school.ā
āoh, youād be surprised.ā lydia said, flashing you her signature smile as you opened the passenger side door to her car. āsome of them have really changed.ā
āyeah, iāll believe it when i see it.ā
the soft voice of sabrina carpenter played through lydiaās speakers the moment she started the car, and the short drive consisted of failed harmonization attempts and mispronounced lyrics.
when lydiaās car pulled to a stop a short distance down the road, you checked your makeup in her car mirror one last time before the two of you headed down the sidewalk towards the bustling party at the house of someone you didnāt even know.
upon entering the house and hearing the loud music and equally loud chatter from the party guests, you needed a drink.
lydia immediately beelined for the kitchen, pulling you through the sea of half-drunk high school seniors by the wrist, and the two of you were examining the labels on bottles soon after.
āwhose party is this, anyway, lyds?ā you asked as lydia searched a nearby cupboard for shot glasses, gripping a bottle of some flavored vodka in her left hand.
āallisonās.ā lydia responded with a hum as she set two small glasses on the counter in front of her. āyou remember allison, right? you met her like a month ago.ā
ābrown hair, dating scott with the asthma from sixth grade?ā you asked and lydia giggled.
āyeah.ā she replied and handed you one of the glasses, clinking them together in a ācheersā motion. āhereās to finding you a new man.ā
āsure.ā you laughed and downed the shot, immediately wincing at the taste after swallowing the drink. āugh, i swear that tastes worse every time.ā
ālydia!ā a new voice cut in and you turned to see allison argent, the host herself, hurrying towards the two of you. scott mccall was close behind, one finger linked with hers as he followed his girlfriend around like a puppy. āand y/n, right?ā
āyep.ā you offered a friendly smile as she and lydia hugged, then she turned and hugged you next, which you werenāt expecting.
āthis is my boyfriend, scott.ā allison introduced, locking her arm around scottās as he gave you an awkward smile.
āweāve actually met already.ā scott spoke up and allison turned to face him. āwe used to go to school together.ā
āoh, right. duh.ā allison nodded as lydia handed you a cup of whatever alcoholic concoction she had been making while you spoke with her friends. āsorry, iām already a bit tipsy, but help yourselves to any of the drinks.ā
lydia gestured to her cup with a smile. āsweetie, we already have.ā
an hour in and you had already spoken to multiple people you hadnāt seen since you were all twelve, now you were eighteen and in just a couple months youād be graduating.
āanyone caught your eye?ā lydiaās voice asked in your ear and you spun with a gasp, holding one hand to your chest at her sudden appearance.
ājesus christ! give a girl a warning, next time.ā you exclaimed with a sigh of relief and lydiaās lips turned into a smirk.
āi take that as a no.ā lydia said and you stayed quiet, lifting what was now your fourth drink to your lips for a sip. āyou know what? come with me.ā
āwhere?ā you asked.
ājust trust me. heās your type.ā
lydia grabbed onto your hand and began pulling you along again before you could protest.
you didnāt know where she was leading you, but you looked ahead to see allison and scott talking to another boy, who had his back facing the two of you.
āhey, guys.ā lydia said and the boy turned, but you couldnāt see his face from your place behind lydia.
as you took another sip of your drink, lydia pushed you a few steps forward so your eyes could finally settle on the boyās face.
āy/n, donāt you know stiles?ā she introduced smoothly and your heart stopped as you took a double take - then a triple take.
you did know stilesā¦ six years ago.
back then he was obsessed with you. twelve-year-old stiles stilinski had the biggest crush on you and he made it extremely obvious.
you, on the other hand, didnāt like stiles at all. you found him annoying, much like all the other pre-pubescent boys in your classes, and you didnāt like that he liked you because you thought he was ugly and a bit of a loser.
but now?
oh, boy.
your eyes traveled up and down stilesās frame. maybe it was because he lost the buzzcut and finally grew out his hair, or maybe it was how much taller than you he was now.
it couldāve been the way his brown eyes hadnāt moved from your face since lydia said your name, or the way his shoulders filled out the flannel shirt he was wearing very nicely. maybe it was just his face.
whatever it was, you knew stiles stilinski was now, undeniably, hot.
āhuh.ā was all you managed out after you looked stiles up and down again.
āuh, hey, y/n.ā stiles stammered slightly, looking over to scott in a panic like he was going to melt any second.
you couldāve sworn stiles was pretty unattractive as a kid, you were so sure of it. but how on earth could an ugly kid make such an attractive man?
āhi, stiles.ā his name fell off your tongue so nicely, so naturally. you smiled.
āthank me later.ā lydia whispered in your ear before she and allison disappeared. scott pat stiles on the shoulder before he followed.
āitās been a while.ā you noted and stiles laughed awkwardly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
āyeah. yeah, it- it has.ā he nodded, swallowing and hoping it would fix how dry his mouth was looking at you.
if he had a crush on you when you were twelve, then, fuck, he was in love with you now. he couldnāt help the way his eyes slowly drifted away from your face and down your neck, down to your chest, before snapping back up to your eyes.
āhow have you been?ā you asked casually, your tone sweet, and stiles struggled to reply.
he seriously thought he was over this crush. it had been several years since he had seen you last, but it came back with a vengeance the moment he laid his eyes on you.
āiām good.ā stiles strangled the words out as he nodded.
āyou look good.ā you nodded in agreement and stiles went red immediately. ādo you work out?ā
stiles seemed to short circuit at the question, or maybe it was the way your hand brushed ran down the side of his bicep.
āno. no, i donāt.ā he shook his head, lifting one arm to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly and you noticed the way his arm flexed as he did so.
āhmm.ā you ran your hand up his other arm again and stiles froze in place.
he managed to collect himself again, picking up his drink and lifting it to his mouth to take a long sip.
āso what have you been up to, stiles?ā you asked him before taking a sip of your own drink. a smirk tugged on your lips at his reactions, threatening to show on your face.
āme?ā
āis there another stiles here?ā you teased and he scratched the back of his neck again.
you couldnāt believe yourself. if you from sixth grade - hell, if you from yesterday knew you were flirting with and thinking about hooking up with stiles stilinski, you knew past you wouldnāt approve.
but current you certainly did. and that was enough.
āi, umā¦ iām on the lacrosse team.ā stiles managed the words out.
āyeah? you any good?ā
āno.ā he replied honestly. āi spend most the games on the bench.ā
you hummed and reached up to brush away the hairs that fell over his forehead.
āi bet you look really hot in the uniform, though.ā you said. āwhen did you get hot, by the way? because i like it.ā
āyou think iām..?ā stilesās words were lost in his throat as he chuckled breathily with raised eyebrows. āwow. i mean, youāreā¦ shit.ā
you finished your drink and put the empty cup down on the table beside you before brushing your hand against stilesās free one.
āiāmā¦ shit?ā you repeated, raising an eyebrow, and stiles ran a hand over his face.
āfuck, sorry, no, i meanā¦ youāre -ā he let out a sigh and a bit of a chuckle. āyouāre soā¦ and you think iāmā¦ā
he gestured between the two of you and you connected your hand with his.
āmm?ā you gave him a look that told him to go on.
āgod, youāre beautiful.ā he said and lifted his own hand. it ghosted against your hip like he was scared to touch you. you pushed his hand against your hip with your own and he gripped onto you easily, his eyes flickering all over your face and body. ācan i get your number?ā
you laughed and stilesās stomach dropped. he freaked out, did you not actually like him? were you messing with him this whole time?
āstiles, baby, you can have that and more.ā you told him and dug through your purse to pull out a pen.
you grabbed onto his hand and stiles watched in awe, his heart beating out of his chest as the ballpoint tip met with the skin of the back of his hand.
a moment later blue ink read out a sequence of numbers - your phone number - on the back of his hand.
you popped the lid back onto the pen and it disappeared into your bag again.
stiles was in disbelief. the girl he had the biggest crush on in middle school just gave him her phone number.
the girl he had seen again once at the mall, who had then become the star of his wildest fantasies, thought he was hot.
you were right in front of him, he could feel your fingernails graze against his arm and he swore his jeans were starting to feel too tight.
you giggled at the bewildered expression on his face and leaned forward, onto your tiptoes, to kiss him on his cheek.
āiāll see you around, stiles, yeah?ā you said and stiles blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.
āwhat? youāre leaving?ā he questioned, his heart sinking and a pouty frown appearing on his face.
you gave him a shrug. ātext me.ā
you started to walk away and stiles watched, his eyes drifting down your back, until you swiveled around.
āunlessā¦ you wanna walk me home?ā you suggested, the smallest flirty smirk on your lips.
stiles didnāt hesitate to jump forwards, letting you grab onto his hand and lead him away from the party.
and maybe him walking you home would lead to you inviting him insideā¦ of course, only to give him the house tour.
a/n: or whatever idk how i feel about this so i hope you like it
Stiles and Derek finally getting together and everyone is really shocked how easily they get along. They bicker all the time but they never fight. When shit hits the fan they move in sync, speak without words, share things so easily itās actually really damn annoying to all the other couples.
And eventually it turns into that episode of The Big Bang Theory where the partners are mad because Sheldon and Amy appear to have the best relationship. And the packs will be damned that the grumpy alpha who barely speaks and the snarky human asshole are the healthiest couple they haveā¦Except, they kind of are?
Stiles to Derek: āWould you like some of my Pizza?ā
Derek: āSure.ā
Stiles to Derek: āCan I have some of your burger?ā
Derek: āAbsolutely not.ā
Scott and Allison giving each other knowing looks before Scott glares at Derek. āWonāt even Share your food with him? And you think you guys have a better relationship than us?ā
Derek growling at Scott: āIt has avocado. Heās allergic! Are you so jealous of our relationship you want him to die?ā
They finally leave the restaurant and it dissolves into That 70s Show moment where Stiles mentions heās cold and Derek immediately slips his jacket off and drapes it over his shoulders vs Lydia looking at Jackson.
āIām cold too.ā
Jackson throws his hands up in the air. āOh my god Lydia I donāt control the weather!ā
I want to not be scared. That night in the school, I felt utterly weak. Like I needed somebody to come in and rescue me. I hate that feeling. I want to feel stronger than that. I want to feel powerful.
Crystal Reed as Allison Argent in Teen Wolf (2011-2017)
developed by Jeff Davis
