#this outfit still MASSIVELY cute tho i dont regret it.

[sapienthouse]

being told i look xmasy because im wearing red... T_T

[bxcketbarnes]

Dance With Me

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3631

Request:  Hello! Idk if u do requests based on songs but 'It won't Kill ya' by the chainsmokers is amazing and I just pictured this scene like it's that Party at Derek's house with the neon lights, and all that y/n can think about is dancing with Stiles but cant bc they're best friends and that'd weird, she has a huge crush on him, kinda angsty in the middle but fluff af in the end bc obvsly Stiles likes her back?? It's ok if u dont do it tho, ily anyways ♡♡ keep doing awesome writing by anonomoose!

Author’s Note: I thought this was cute. I hope you think so as well! Thanks to my amazing friend @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!!

Word going around is that Danny’s throwing a party over at Derek’s loft, which I’m assuming he doesn’t know about, and I really want to go, especially with Stiles. Unfortunately, Stiles is having a bit of a rough patch right now, along with Scott and Allison. The three of them were kind of like surrogate sacrifices to find out where their parents had be taken to, and since then, they all have been having nightmares, sleep paralysis, and hallucinations. I’ve been debating with myself all day long to see if I should ask Stiles to come to this party, maybe it’ll help him relax a little bit. I saw Lydia at her locker, checking her makeup in the little mirror that’s on the back of the locker door. Stiles didn’t notice that I had stopped walking, so I walked over to Lydia, feeling a little nervous about asking for her opinion.

 “Hi, Lydia,” I smiled and she looked at me through the tiny mirror, giving me a small smile. She finished applying her lipstick, closing her locker softly before turning around to face me.

 “Hey, Y/N. Whatcha need?” She questioned and my eyes widened, surprised that she knew I wanted something. Lydia chuckled, closing my mouth that I didn’t realize had opened. “Yes, I knew you wanted to ask me something.”

 “U-Um, I wanted your opinion on something,” I started, looking behind me, seeing Stiles talking to Scott, his eyes glancing towards me for a split second before looking away. “You heard about Danny’s party, right?” I asked and she nodded her head, twirling a piece of her hair. “Well, I wanted to ask Stiles if he wanted to go, to get him to relax a bit, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not,” I muttered, blushing a bit as she smirked, laying a hand on my shoulder.

 “Aw sweetie, you have a crush on him,” Lydia squealed and my cheeks darkened, looking to the floor as I nodded. “I think you should totally ask him, it’ll be a nice way to get close to each other, just don’t drink too much, because you’ll probably end up doing something you’ll regret,” She smiled and I nodded my head, a smile on my lips.

 “O-Okay, I’m gonna do it. Right now,” I boldly stated, pushing some of my hair out of my face, turning around, facing them. I bit my lip, looking back at Lydia. “How does my makeup look?” I questioned and she gave me a thumbs up, pushing me in their direction. I let out a breath, shaking off the nerves as I sauntered towards them, feeling my heartbeat faster. I glanced at Scott, seeing the same smirk on his face as he told Stiles he was heading to lunch, leaving him alone and I became a little more nervous.

 “H-Hey, Y/N,” Stiles stuttered, giving me a small wave before pulling me into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to talk to Lydia? I would’ve went with you,” I bit my lip, shrugging as I played with the tips of my fingers, not actually speaking a word yet. “You okay?” He asked, laying a hand on my arm.

 “Y-Yeah, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts. Um, I wanted to ask you something though,” I paused as he nodded his head for me to continue, a grin on his beautiful lips. “I-I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to go to Danny’s party? A-As friends, of course,” I muttered, mentally facepalming, taking my lip between my teeth. Stupid. Stupid. His cheeks turned pink as he scratched the back of his neck and I begin to frown, thinking he’s gonna say no.

 “I-I mean, I usually don’t go to parties, because I’m never invited, but yeah. I definitely want to go,” He smiled down at me and my frown turned into a smile, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Stiles chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his large hands on my lower back.

 “T-This is great, oh my god. I can’t believe you said yes. Now, I have to go to the mall and find a cute outfit because I don’t have any cute party outfits and I need to do something with my hair an-,” I get cut off by Stiles placing his hand over my mouth, my eyes widened as I realized I was rambling. “Sohhfrryf,” I apologized against his hand as it muffled, not sounding like a word at all.

 “It’s okay. God, I forget how much we’re alike in some ways,” He chuckles as we walked towards the cafeteria. I giggled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, biting my lip again. I’m in too deep.

 I had texted Lydia and Allison, asking them if they would want to come with me to help find an outfit. I also wanted their fashion opinion, since I’m not exactly a fashion guru. The both agreed and Lydia offered to drive us, so here I am, sitting on my front step waiting for her and Allison to pull into my driveway. My phone begin to ring, snapping me from my thoughts and I dig through my purse, seeing Stiles calling me. I slide to the answer the call, pressing the phone to my ear. “Stiles? Hey, what’s up?”

 “H-Hey, Y/N! Um, this is a bit hard to explain, but I-I can’t go to the party,” I frowned, my heart dropping into my stomach. I clear my throat, my vision becoming blurry as the tears pooled.

 “O-Oh, okay. Um, okay,” I noticed Lydia’s car pulling into the driveway, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I noticed the frowns on their faces as they get out of the car. “I-It’s fine, Stiles. U-Um, I have to go though,” I whispered, my voice cracking a bit.

 “A-Are you okay?” Stiles asked and I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to let out a sob. So much for working up the courage to ask him… “Y/N?” He questioned, worry laced in his voice.

 “I have to go, Stiles,” I muttered, hanging up the phone before he can say anything else. I put my phone back in my purse, running a hand through my hair as I let out a shaky breath. Why go to this party now? The girls sat down next to me, Allison rubbing my back as a few sobs escaped from my throat. “I feel so pathetic,” I whispered glancing at the two of them.

 “You’re not pathetic, sweetie. You’re hurt because you like him, probably even love him,” Lydia mentioned, pushing the hair out of my face. “I’m going to assume he said he couldn’t go to the party?” She asked and I nodded my head.

 “I thought, I really thought that he’d be excited to go, but I guess I misread everything. I know that he’s dealing with a lot of shit. I just wanted him to relax a bit,” I whispered, sniffling a bit.

 “C’mon, maybe shopping can distract you for a bit,” Allison murmured, pulling me off the step, heading towards the car.

 Stiles looked down at his phone, frowning as Scott walked into his room. He didn’t notice him walk in as he continued to be in thought, wondering why I had been so upset about him not going to this party.

 “Dude? You okay?” Scott asked, Stiles’ head shooting up, looking at him. Stiles nodded his head, placing the phone on his bed as he rubbed his eyes, feeling tired. He hadn’t been getting much sleep lately since he can never figure out when he actually wakes up or is still dreaming, more like a nightmare though.

 “Y-Yeah, I just got off the phone with Y/N and I think I made her upset,” He muttered, looking to the ground. Scott sat on the chair by Stiles’ desk, furrowing his eyebrows.

 “Why do you think that?” Scott asked and Stiles looked up at him, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth, letting out a sigh.

 “Danny’s party is tomorrow night and I told you I’d help you guys with getting Kira’s phone, so I called her and told her that I couldn’t make it to the party,” Stiles looked back to the floor, tapping his foot as Scott got up, patting him on the back lightly.

 “Kira and I could possibly do this without you, if you want to go with her,” Scott mentioned and Stiles shook his head before letting out a groan, rubbing his face with his massive hands.

 “I have no idea what to do,” He sighed, looking down at his phone, seeing a picture of the two of us. Allison saw us outside where we go sometimes for lunch, by ourselves and Stiles had placed me on his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist as we were laughing about something. She sent me the photo to me that night and I awed at it, immediately sending it to Stiles.

 “Just follow your heart, man,” Scott smiled.

 Allison, Lydia, and I have been strolling through the mall going from store to store, trying to find something that I would like. My thoughts were still on Stiles, though. Did he not want to go with me anymore? Is he going with someone else? I let out a sigh, getting the girls’ attention as they turned around, giving me a look. I mutter an apology, walking in between them as we walked into Forever 21.

 “I’m sorry guys. I promise, no more Stiles,” I smiled, linking my arms with the both of them as we made our way to the clothes racks. I took my bottom lip between my teeth, sifting through some of the clothes on the rack, no really liking any of them. I heard from someone at school saying that there’s going to be body painting, so I want something that’ll show a bit of skin. Lydia came up to me, holding a white lace bralette crop top and a pair of short shorts that are ripped under the pockets, handing them to me.

 “This, this is gonna be perfect on you,” She beamed, leading me towards the dressing room, looking at the clothes in my hand. I walked into one of the dressing rooms, closing the door behind me, locking it. I undress, looking at myself in the mirror for a hot minute before putting on the shorts and top. Wow, I actually look good. I smiled at myself, looking at my ass in the shorts, approving. I heard Allison walk into the dressing room area, telling Lydia’s there’s a minor problem.

 “What is it?” Lydia asked as I pressed my ear against the door, listening closely.

 “Scott and Stiles are here,” Allison whispered and my eyes widened, opening the door, facing the two girls.

 “They’re here? Right now?” I asked and Allison nodded her head as Lydia squealed, admiring the outfit I have on.

 “Babe, you look so good!” Lydia mentioned, bringing me into a hug as Scott and Stiles showed up just outside the archway of the dressing room and Scott cleared his throat, the three of us glancing towards them. My breath hitched in my throat, seeing what Stiles was wearing, plaid shirt with a white undershirt and denim jeans, and he looks so, so good. I looked to the ground, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling his eyes on me.

 “I-I’m gonna go change,” I whispered, walking back into the dressing room, hearing small talk from my friends on the other side of the door, before hearing nothing. They must’ve went back out. I took off the crop top, just as the door opened, Stiles walking in and closing the door behind him. I turned around, letting out a small gasp, covering chest with the top. “S-Stiles!”

 “O-Oh god, I’m so sorry. I thought you would’ve been dressed by now,” He stuttered, closing his eyes, letting out a sigh. “Um, I wanted to apologize,” Stiles muttered as I slipped on my t-shirt, looking at him like he’s crazy.

 “And you couldn’t wait until I was done getting dressed?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him as he peeked, seeing I was dressed, my arms crossed over my chest.

 “I-I was being spontaneous?” He sounded unsure, blushing a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like I said, I wanted to apologize for canceling on you,” He sat on the small bench as I sat down next to him, our legs touching slightly.

 “I-It’s fine, Stiles. I told you it was fine,” I whispered, looking up at him and he glanced at me, frowning.

 “It’s not though. I’m pretty sure I made you cry and I didn’t want that to happen. I hate when you cry and for me to be the person who did it, made me feel even worse.” He looked to the ground and I frowned, taking one of his hands in mine, playing with the tips of his fingers.

 “I just wanted you to relax, Stiles. You’ve been under a lot of stress lately and I just wanted to help.” I smiled at him, leaning my head against his shoulder.

 “That’s why, after I help Scott and Kira, I’m going straight to that party. Okay?” Stiles asked and I looked up at him, grinning. I nodded my head, leaning up, pressing my lips to his cheek before leaving the dressing room, looking back at him before leaving.

 “I’ll see you there.” I bit my lip, walking out of the dressing room, a smile on my lips. I walked towards Lydia. “I’m gonna go buy these,” I mentioned, smiling as she nodded her head, a grin on her lips.

 I had called Lydia in dire need of help with my hair. I had no idea what to do with it as I paced my bedroom, all dressed up in my outfit, makeup applied and everything.

 “Alright, in the chair!” Lydia told me as she barged into the room and I scurried to the chair in front of my vanity. She stood behind me, brushing my hair as she thought what she could do to it and she ended up french braiding my hair into two tails. “There!” She grinned and I stood up, standing in front of her.

 “How do I look?” I asked, twirling around while biting my lip. “D-Do you think Stiles will like it?” She smiled, nodding her head.

“He’ll love it. I promise you,” She said, linking my arm with hers as we head towards her car, driving to Danny’s party. I became more nervous the closer we got towards the loft, since I’ve never actually been to a party before. We pulled up to Derek’s building, getting out of the car as I look up, seeing all the lights going off in his loft, my heartbeat speeding up. “C’mon, you got this.”

 We walked into the loft, seeing the mass of people dancing to pop music, most of them grinding on each other and I was about to walk out when Lydia stopped me. She gave me a look and I sighed, turning around, walking into the loft as she brings me towards the body painting area. The girl running it smiled at me, which I returned and asked me what I had wanted. “Uh, surprise me,” I chuckled and she nodded her head as she began to paint lines on my body, noticing how nervous I am.

 “How come you’re nervous? Meeting a guy here?” She asked and I glanced at her, swallowing visibly as I nodded my head.

 “Y-Yeah. My best friend, who I have an unhealthy crush on,” I muttered, looking down at the glowing paint. She grinned as I blushed, thankful that it was dark in here, continuing her painting.

 “That’s adorable. Are you going to tell him tonight?” She looked up at me as she finished the paint job on my body. “Do you want lipstick?” She questioned and I nodded my head, pointing at the orange one. She picked it up, placing the color on my lips. I rubbed my lips together and she gave me a thumbs up, telling me it was perfect.

 “To answer your question, I might. I’m not actually sure yet. I need to muster up the courage first,” I chuckled, giving her a tip. She takes the five dollar bill, smiling at me as she patted my back.

 “You got this!” She grinned, pushing me towards the crowd. I bumped into a few people, muttering apologies as I try to find Lydia. I heard the loft’s door slide open, glancing over to it as I see Stiles, Scott and Kira walk into the place. I made my way over to them, smiling when Stiles noticed me, his eyes widening a bit.

 “Stiles!” I yelled, bringing him into a hug, feeling his arms wrap around my waist. I pulled away from him, waving at Scott and Kira. “How does my body paint look?” I questioned and Stiles’ eyes raked over my body, licking his lips a bit, nodding his head.

 “I-It… You looks great,” He breathed out and the song changed, the familiar beat of my favorite song came on: It Won’t Kill Ya by The Chainsmokers. I really wanted to ask him to dance, but chickened out. His hand wrapped around my wrist, leading me towards the spiral staircase as we sat down on the steps.

 Oh, dance with me, it won't kill ya

And one for the road

 I tapped my foot to the beat, watching people dance, seeing Allison and Isaac dance together, along with Kira and Scott. I let out a sigh, glancing to my left, looking at Stiles, his eyes on the dance floor.

 Dance with me, it won't kill ya

And one before you go

 “Um, Stiles?” I asked and he glanced down at me, letting out a hm. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. “D-Do you wanna dance?” I looked towards the dance floor then back at him as his lips parted, doing the same.

 Dance with me, it won't kill ya

And one for the road

So why won't you stay a little longer?

 “O-Oh, I don’t know,” He started and I bit the inside of my cheek, nodding my head. “I’m not a great dancer,” Stiles muttered, his eyes still on me as I looked away from him. He’s killing my confidence here.

 “E-Excuse me,” I whispered, standing up about to walk away when his fingers gripped onto mine, making me turn around. He stood up, intertwining our fingers, leading me towards the dancing people. I bit my lip, looking at the back of his head and he stopped in the middle of everyone, facing me a small smile on his lips.

 “Even though I’m not a great dancer, I’ll gladly dance with you. Especially to your favorite song.” He took a few steps back and I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what he’s going to do. He began doing the sprinkler in a weird, hyper way and I busted out laughing, covering my mouth with my hand as I joined him, dancing like fools together.

 You're putting your jacket on

Oh no, is the moment gone?

Don't wanna regret this one

Ooh, I wanna know ya

 He pulled me closer to him, grinning as he finally looked relax. I laid my hands on his biceps, smiling up at him as our foreheads touched, my cheeks heating up, not realizing how close we were. Both of us moved to the beat, his hands on my hips as I shake them side to side. We continued to dance for about a half an hour, my feet ending up getting tired as I took his hand in mine, pulling him back towards the spiral staircase. Stiles sat behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist as I laid against his chest.

 “I’m really glad you invited me, Y/N,” He whispered into my ear, feeling his lips on the side of it. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as my heart skipped a beat.

 “I’m glad I did too,” I muttered, looking back at him. His eyes connected with mine and started to lean in, our noses brushing together as my eyes fluttered shut, waiting for his lips to connect with mine. Our friends watched from a distance as Stiles closed the gap between us, moving our lips against each others. I rested a hand on his cheek as his hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him, sitting on one of his legs. He pulled away, his lips parted as I opened my eyes, smiling down at him, running my fingers through his hair. Some of my orange paint was on his lips and I giggled, rubbing my thumb along his bottom lip as his tongue came out, licking his lips a few times.

 “Wanna get out of here?” He asked and I nodded my head, getting off of his lap. Stiles intertwined our fingers as he lead me out of the loft. “If you didn’t get the hint from that kiss, um, I really really like you, Y/N,” Stiles muttered, looking down at me as he leaned onto the back of the jeep. I stood in between his legs, taking both his hands in mine as I smiled.

 “I really like you too, Stiles.” I bit my lip before leaning up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he had the biggest grin on his lips. He leaned down again, meshing our lips together in a sloppy kiss before we got into the jeep, driving to his house.