go into your music playlist and click shuffle. whatever song it first selects, write an imagine based on the lyrics.
one last time - ariana grande based in an alternate universe, where the supernatural does not exist
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Third Person POV
Stiles slammed his third shot glass down to the bar, and groggily looked around the club. His eyes landed on Scott and Allison, who had claimed a table in the corner, their heated bodies causing a scene that Stiles did not want to intrude on. As expected, Lydia had found herself stumbling around, hanging onto a sturdy body for support.
Just as the bartender placed another drink before Stiles, a hand snaked its way over his shoulder. "Let me guess, you got dumped and your drinking away your misery." Stiles span around, and caught a hazy glimpse of a familiar face. He stayed silent, which the girl took as a cue to continue. "You do recognise me, right?" She asked, almost hopefully.
Stiles furrowed his brow, as a memory shifted and things fell into place. "Y/N..." he muttered. "How could I forget." He smirked, instantly feeling more awake. "So, is it a birthday or girls night out?" He asked. You shrugged, rolling your eyes. "Neither, Y/F/N wanted help getting a boyfriend, but it doesn't look like I'm needed." You said, indicating to where your friend, seemingly intoxicated, stood against another being, their lips soon connecting.
"I'm guessing your not drunk enough for a one time fling with your ex?" Stiles asked, smirking up and you. Chuckling, you spoke "How drunk are you? You broke up with me, remember." Stiles nodded, as if all knowledge was coming back to him. "So what do you say?" He asked, and you raised your eyebrows. "Oh! You were serious..." You paused for thought: thought about how upset you were when he left you; about how you waited months for him to want you back.
"Anothee drink may convince me," you smirked, causing Stiles to raise his eyebrows. He ordered your favourite, remembering from when you were together.
You sat, talking and drinking, for what seemed like eternity but what was in reality a few hours. You lazily placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder, and gazed up to him. "I think I'll take you up on that offer now, if it still stands." He smirked, and snaked an arm around your waist. "Of course it still stands." He stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club.
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The door slammed behind and your back slammed against it, as Stiles refused to disconnect from you. Your hands reached up to tousle in his his dark hair, a soft moan escaping his lips. His hands firmly roamed over your back, landing swifting on your bum, giving it a quick, tempting squeeze. "Jump," he muttered, quickly between kisses. You did, wrapping around him and resting on his hips. He pushed against you, grinding, causing you to moan in pleasure.
He quickly span you around, and you both crashed down onto the bed. Splitting from you, Stiles quickly slid his shirt from his body. You placed your hands on his chest, and went back to the kiss. His hand snaked up your shirt, fiddling with your bra. He unclipped it, and, along with your shirt, removed them from you and dropped them to the side.
He looked up to your eyes, breaking the kiss. "You know, I don't want to for-" You cut him off, slamming your lips back with his. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want this, Stiles." You rushed out, eager to continue.
Stiles smiled into the kiss, placing a careful hand on your cheek. He slowly pulled away. "I love you, Y/N."He spoke, breathing heavily. "I missed you." He continued. You blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You quickly pecked him on the cheek, "Good."
so ive never written anything like this, but i hope you liked it <3 ps. i cba to proof read it so sorry for any mistakes x
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