BASED OFF OF THE SONG: Friends, by Chase Atlantic

[I was tagged by lolstiles to do this and since she's quite literally my queen, why wouldn't I do it?]

[Tag: Hit shuffle on your playlist and write an imagine based on the first song that plays!]

THIRD PERSON

The music in the club was pounding, all the way from her ears to the bottom of her feet. The bass took control of the room and rumbled her stomach. Her right hand gripped the glass, her left hand gripping a broad shoulder. Like a mumble in the back ground, she heard the yells and cheers of her friends at the bar, hooting on her catch of the night. She bit her lip, letting loose with the music (and mostly the alcohol running in her system). The guy of the night had his hands on her exposed waist, keeping her close to his hips. Y/N looked over to her girlfriends for a moment to her right, before looking to her left.

[Girl, tell me what you're doing on the other side. And so, just tell me what you're doing with that other guy.]

Her eyes caught the ones of someone she knew, very well. Almost a little too well. This wasn't the first time their eyes met and she knew it wouldn't be the last. His amber eyes were tracing her moves, jealously and anger reeking from his glare. Stiles Stilinski was supposed to be drinking his night at the bar, getting over her. And just like his brain, he just couldn't escape her. Here she was, doing the same thing.

Their eyes were locked and neither the guy that Y/N was with, nor the group of friends Stiles was with, noticed. Suddenly, Y/N's moves went from mindless dancing to a scheme to remind Stiles that this is what he had lost. This is what he gave up. He had her and he was the one who fucked it all up.

Y/N watched as a girl who was dressed- exactly for a club, actually- walked up to Stiles. He gave Y/N one last stare, before accepting the hand with a smirk. He set his beer down and let her drag him off to dance. Y/N's eyes followed them not too far away as the girl got close to him and he had no problem with it. His hands held the girls hips in a way that made Y/N's tingle. His head dipped down, his nose brushing her ear. Stiles looked sideways to Y/N, kissing the girl's shoulder as he did. Y/N felt fueled with retaliation as she began to kiss the neck of the guy in front of her. She felt the guy's hands travel down to her ass, giving small squeezes. She cursed herself for instantly thinking that Stiles' hands were better.

[Face it, you want it, you crave it, believe when I say that you'll know once you taste us.]

The war was only beginning, the two unknowingly using these people to attempt to gain a reaction from the other. Granted, the moves were infuriating each other, but they couldn't be the one to break. Y/N decided quickly that she had one way to end this, a line Stiles thought he would cross- but would never.

Her hand reached up to the back of the guys neck and pressed, bringing his lips to hers. They were disgusting. A type of alcohol was on his lips, and one that was probably on hers as well, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. She didn't get drunk, ever- this being the first night. Recently, it seemed, the Stilinski boy was the only one to drive her to such ends.

She opened her eyes to look at Stiles and saw he had slowly stopped dancing with the incredible figure in front of him. His eyes watched as Y/N moved her lips against the other pair. His heart rumbled with the base, as he felt it drop to his stomach. He had no right to feel this way. All they had were a couple of intense nights and lots of kisses. He had just been too late to realize that Y/N wasn't just around to get pleasure- she was there for love. Stiles was late to the party, remembering the day he watched Y/N leave his house in tears. She had told him that she loved him and he hadn't said it back. The heartbreak he felt the next day was something that Stiles deemed as losing love. But he wasn't going to let it get away.

[All of your friends have been here for too long. They must be waiting for you to move on. Girl, I'm not with it, I'm way too far gone. I'm not ready, eyes heavy now.]

Y/N's lips left the boy in front of her as she took in the look of Stiles. Even with the look on his face, she couldn't deny that Stiles had gained genes directly from the gods above (although, she knew this was an inappropriate time to think like this, the alcohol definitely had a part in it). Her hands left the chest of the boy, as he left and joined another group of dancing girls. She couldn't care less as her eyes were trained on Stiles. For a moment, it was as if time had frozen, she didn't know how she felt.

Stiles simply gave in, letting the girl he was dancing with join off with another dancer. He kept his eyes on Y/N, before he held his hands in surrender, disappearing into the crowd as he turned his back to her. Y/N was frozen, lips parted. Had she won? Then- why didn't it feel like it?

[Running in circles now look what you've done. Give you my words as you take it an run. Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now.]

Y/N was standing alone in the middle of the club. Her friends hadn't bothered to ask why she let the guy go. They took her out to find a guy like him- one to keep her mind away for the night. But it didn't work, and somewhere in Y/N- she had known all along. Nothing would have kept Stiles out of her head. Not some drunk guy and definitely not a night out with alcohol. She would have still woken up with a headache and regret.

Her eyes burned and she needed to get away from everyone. Y/N's eyes frantically looked for a neon red 'EXIT' sign and on the back wall, she found on. She scrambled away, pushing through people as fast as she could before any of them witnessed the streams down her face. Her hands met the cold metal of the push door and she shoved it, opening herself to the cold outside. Y/N let it slam behind her, letting her back press against the brick wall of the alleyway. The cool air helped the heat of her body, easing her as she did her best to stop crying.

Y/N crossed her arms over her black bandeau top, doing her best to keep from freezing. Her tight skirt kept her legs straight, leaning her against the wall in an 'L'. She brushed a curled piece of hair from her face, gazing up to the night sky, taking a deep shaky breath as she watched the fog of her own breath fade away.

Two scuffs of shoes caught her attention, as she looked to her left and saw Stiles looking in all directions before he found her down the alley. He turned his body, revealing to her his attire: black jeans, black boots and a deep red plaid. She sighed, pinching her teeth with her cheek when all she could think about was how she woke up in his bed one morning and slipped that on over her nude body. She wondered if he remembered.

Y/N cursed to herself as Stiles began to walk her way, not necessarily slowly. Soon, the lamp above the door shined on his face and she looked to her shoes to avoid giving into the look on his face.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked, and Y/N's chest took a deep breath as she heard his voice for the first time in a few weeks.

She answered plainly. "Getting fresh air."

Stiles paused and cautiously made his way to the wall, leaning his back against it as well. His thumbs fiddled as he looked to the toes of his shoes. He glanced over at her and noticed the puffiness in her eyes and the wet streaks on her cheeks. Her bottom eyelashes were drenched and her bottom lip was trembling. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you crying?" He wondered sincerely. Y/N's first reaction surprised her, as she let out a curt scoff.

"You, if you haven't noticed already." She answered, still not looking to him.

But she must have been, because when Stiles opened his mouth to ask another question, she cut him off.

"Don't." She sighed. "Don't ask why, you already know why."

She turned her head and looked at him, their eyes gazing to one another. Stiles only ached more, because she was right. He was why she was crying. He did know why. It was what was going to happen now that confused him. Where did they go from here?

[And what the hell are we? Tell me we weren't just friends, this doesn't make much sense, no.]

"I- I don't know what you want me to say." Stiles spoke honestly. Y/N took a deep breath and shook her head, looking away before looking back to him.

"You don't say anything, Stiles. It's what you do." She huffed. "I- I felt like an idiot that day. I thought we were something, only to find out that you didn't feel the same way. I was just- there. And that hurt. Because I loved you, and you didn't love me. We'll just leave it at that."

Stiles had hardly heard the rest of her words, his eyes stung as he got stuck on one part. "Loved?"

Y/N hadn't noticed it until now, but she had used past tense. She didn't mean it, of course she was still in love with him. But maybe it's what they needed. Maybe loved was the right word. Her lips parted and nothing came out. Lying was becoming more difficult.

"Y-yes, Stiles. Loved. " She said slowly, uncrossing her arms. Y/N pushed herself off of the wall, taking a few steps away from Stiles with intent to leave. She wasn't going to stay to talk, not when she had so much to say. She was lying, of course she's still in love, there was nothing she wouldn't give to just be with you. But it wasn't how things worked.

Her heels clicked as she began her trip to the street for a taxi and a few steps in she thought she would be able to walk away. She felt his hand grab her bicep as she heard him stumble from the wall trying to catch her. Stiles gave a tug and she tumbled right into his chest, hands grasping his shoulders as he looked down to her. Both of their eyes glistening, neither looking away.

"What if I don't want to leave it at that?" He whispered to her. Y/N was awe-struck at his words and had zero time to process them as he smashed his lips onto hers. Both instantly hummed at the pleasuring feeling. They had both missed this fervently. They were hooked on each other and this was the end of their craving, as their lips moved quickly and passionately against the one another.

Stiles' hands gripped up and down her waist, re-familiarizing his love for the dips and curves of her body. Y/N's hands had already found their way to the nape of his neck, gripping and pulling at his hair, giving more fire to the kiss. The soft feeling of his locks through her fingers was enough to make her crumble to his touch. They backed up and Stiles' back met with the wall again, his hands journeying upwards to cup her jaw in his hands.

Y/N's brain had to fight to get her to back her lips away, and almost lost again as Stiles leaned in even more to recapture her lips. Y/N took deep breaths and lazily opened her eyes, looking at every single aspect of his face that she hadn't been able to enjoy. Stiles was doing the same, coming back to the way her lips had become puffed and red from his lips.

"Say it." Y/N spoke softly. She needed this and there as no way she was going to set herself up again for the same destruction as before. Stiles looked between both of her eyes, finding her desperation. And she didn't care. She was. Y/N needed this now. And this time, Stiles had it. He wasn't going to let her run through his fingers again.

"I love you." He gently nodded and he felt her relax in his hold, her eyes hazing over in adoration. "I do, and always will. I have, and always will. Y/N, I will continue to love you more and more everyday."

  A daze took over Y/N as she looked to him, both of them caught in the mutual moment of pure love. "And that is all I'll ever need."

   Stiles pressed his lips to hers, giving a sweet kiss before separating again. "Anything. Anything to keep you by my side."

A/N::

  a shit ending but the rest was okay. that kiss was hella hot tho

  love you all so much!!!! hope you liked this (: