Teen Wolf Smutt/Fluff/Imagines

Stiles-The Perfect Way (Smut)

16 years. As of today, you have been alive for 16 years.

5 years. 5 years you have had a crush on your brothers best friend.

It was your 16th birthday and Lydia thought it would be fun to throw you a massive party and invite everyone in sophmore year, junior year, and senior year. And because it was being thrown by the LYDIA MARTIN, aka the party goddess, everyone was going.

After school, Lydia said she would come round your at 6:30 so she can help you get ready. So.... being the very anxious person you are, you showered and then took a nap.

"Yn? yn!?" Lydia shouted when she entered your house.

"Maybe she ran away" Malia suggested, with a little too much hope in her voice.

"I hope not, its her 16th birthday. And I'm throwing her a party. I never throw people parties unless theyre special to me" Lydia speaks up entering your room.

"Im up. Im up." You wake up with the sudden urge, as if you sleep in late and your mom walks in your room expecting you to be ready.

Malia instantly plugs her nose. "Yn, you smell like anxiety mixed with nausousness, and other feelings i cant even recognise."

"Thats cause I am feeling all those things, plus things I can't even recognise" You say back rubbing your eyes.

"Anyways, lets start getting ready!" Lydia squeals as she grabs out a decent sized duffel bag, and opens it to reveal make-up, and Malia, and Lydias shoes. Malia CAREFULLY places the dresses on the bed.

Lydia heads over to your desk and plugs in a curling iron, and starts curling everyones hair, your first. Once Lydia is done your curls, you carefully brush your fingers through them. You grab out your make-up bag and start blending everything together. Lydia kept pushing you to put a bunch of makeup on, but you didnt, you just put on some natural makeup.

You walked over to you closet, and started changing into your dress. You were actually really suprised Lydia didnt help you pick your dress, not that you were complaining. You slipped on a flowy dusty pink dress with white spots on it that fell just above your knees.

"Oh my god, yn you looks amazing" Lydia says her mouth slightly parted in awe.

"woah yn..." you turn around and see Stiles, standing in the doorway, shocked. "you never wear dresses, its always jeans, or the tight.. no not tight. uh the black ones that you wore earlier." At this point, Stiles is as red as a tomato.

"Their called leggings, Stiles, i thought you were smart enough to know that considering evey girl wears them." Lydia says with a little rudeness in her voice. As you turn back to Stiles.

"thanks, you dont look bad yourself." You notice. He was wearing a navy blue tux, and his hair was messy, but it fit him perfectly. "Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Hes our ride, he dropped us off, went to get ready then came back." Malia says helping Lydia collect all of her stuff.

You all get into the jeep, Stiles driving(of course cause he doesn't let anyone else drive), you in the passenger, and Lydia and Malia in the back. While drivng to Lydias house for the party, you keep catching Stiles glancing at you, but you dont look over to him. Instead, you stare out the window.

As Stiles parks the jeep, you all get out and enter the house, but what you werent expecting, was about 150 people to jump out and scream 'suprise'.

Infact, you swear you cursed under your breath a little.

Not even 20 minutes in the room with all of those people, your social anxiety started acting up, so you left onto the front porch, and sat on the steps when someone came and sat beside you.