#fireman!stiles

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“Not telling.”

“How old is he?”

“Not telling.”

“Um what’s he do?” You sigh when Scott just smirks at you. “What the hell, man?”

“Listen, I know my friend and he doesn’t like being setup. Like at all.” Scott stresses before taking a sip of his wine.

“Ok…”

“So I think it’s better this way. I won’t mention you before the party. When you show up, I’ll eventually introduce you two and then whatever happens happens.”

“I guess that could work. So if we meet and I’m not interested then he wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Exactly! I’ve set him up in the past and it didn’t go well. So now he’s weary and I want to make sure he gives you a fair chance, ya know?” He explains making you nod in response.

“Then again, you’re drop dead gorgeous so I don’t think I’d have to twist his arm. I won’t be surprised if he asks me about you right away.”

“Can I bring my friend Allison?”

“Sure!”

“Nice! She’s single ya know…” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“This will definitely be interesting, Y/N.” The professor laughs softly.

Oh, yes it will.

~

“So your date hated you so much that he pawned you off on his friend?” Allison bursts out laughing, almost falling over onto the ground.

“Shut up! It’s not how it happened!” You defend sticking out your tongue.

"It could get awkward fast...”

“Then it’s a good thing the guy doesn’t know about any of this. If I’m not that attracted to him, I won’t have to worry about hurting his feelings.”

“This is gonna be so entertaining!” Allison squeals making you roll your eyes.

You check the clock and realize there isn’t much time left to get yourself ready for Scott’s party. You start rushing through your makeup, thankful that there’s no added pressure this time around.

“Are you gonna wear a cute dress or skirt?” Your friend asks, loudly rummaging through your walk-in closet.

“Nah I’m wearing my ripped jeans and a black tank top with boots.” You’re in the process of applying your foundation but you know Allison, she’s behind you with a look of shock on her face.

“And before you say anything…” You spin around. “This isn’t a date. So I’m gonna wear what I usually do.” Like you figured, she’s holding out two skimpy dresses but keeping her mouth shut.

“No! Put them back!” You giggle when she sends a dirty look.

“I’m doing my hair and makeup two days in a row! I deserve fucking praise, not dirty looks.” You glare looking back in the mirror.

“Yeah, you’re right. You deserve a metal.” Allison sasses throwing a rolled up pair of socks at you.

“You’re ridiculous.” You snicker. “Are you ready? I just have to change my jeans.”

Allison nods her head without looking up from her iPhone and you’re pretty sure she’s trying to find a picture of Scott on Facebook. You clear your throat grabbing Allison’s attention and she smiles while you do an exaggerated twirl.

“I must say you do look hot. Let’s just hope Scott’s friend isn’t into a chick who wears pink bows or some shit.”

“Pink bows?! I don’t think anyone’s into that, Argent.” You shake your head.

“You know what I mean!” She exclaims slipping on her platform heels.

“Whatever. I just hope he isn’t the type who wears Lacoste shirts and boat shoes.” You say shuddering.

“There’s nothing wrong with Lacoste shirts, Y/N.”

“If the guy wears one for a certain occasion then fine. I’m talking about the fuckers that wear them on the regular. Like to the grocery store. Too preppy for me.” You sigh heavily.

You hear your stomach rumble obnoxiously and it makes you curse under your  breath. You were so distracted by getting ready that you forgot to eat something. Shit. You really hope Scott has some decent things to eat tonight.

“Ok, let’s go. I’m hungry!” You yell to Allison bolting towards the front door.

~

You pull up to Scott’s split level house and start feeling instant butterflies in your stomach. It hits you that there’s an unknown man inside and you’ll have to meet soon. Ugh. This blind date thing is really getting fucking old.

Whatever. The goal right now is to find yummy food that you can shovel into your hungry mouth. Then you’ll deal with everything else. You glance over at Allison who’s now walking up Scott’s walkway while singing a Taylor Swift song under her breath. She then bounces on her heels while waving for you to follow her.

Here goes nothing.

Before you get a chance to knock, the front door swings opens to reveal Scott who’s looking as handsome ever with a warm smile, “Hi guys! Glad you could make it.” He says sweetly.

“Hey Scott!” You quickly introduce him to your best friend before he embraces you in a tight hug, the muscled man lifts you off the ground like it’s nothing.

“Wow, Y/N. You look hot.” Scott whispers into your hair. 

He sets you down then turns his attention towards Allison, shyly complimenting her as well. The two dorks both start blushing like teenagers and you take that as your cue to leave.

“You kids have fun! I’m gonna go grab something to munch on.” You ramble already moving away from them.

Wrapped up in your own little world, you speed walk through the busy house to find some much needed sustenance. You fail to notice that since you showed up, Scott’s best friend Stiles has focused all of his attention on you.

You find the kitchen easily and get excited when you see all of the delicious dishes in front of you. Mulling over the options, you grab a carrot from the veggie platter and scoop up some nearby dip. You throw it into your mouth and instantly moan because you love the taste. It definitely has a little kick to it but nothing you can’t handle.

You throw a few more carrots into your mouth, eyeing the teriyaki chicken wings and that’s when it suddenly hits you. Your entire body grows hot, your eyes start to water and your mouth is fucking burning.

Holy hell! You literally feel on fire right now and yet you’re trying desperately to keep your cool in a packed house. In a quiet panic, you search around for a drink that you can guzzle but find nothing that will give you relief.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone stroll up next to you with a drink in their hand. Fuck it. You grab their drink and down it without even looking at them. Of course it’s fucking alcohol so it just intensifies the pain in your throat.

“Are you ok?” A smooth, sexy voice that belongs to an even sexier man makes your heart beat out of control. Damn he’s so attractive it hurts. And you just stole his drink. Wonderful. You continue coughing unable to compose yourself.

“Let me guess…you had some of that dip, sweetheart?”

You only nod in response, making him rush over to the fridge and then pour you a tall glass of milk. You chug it down attractively, silently cursing that only this type of thing would happen to you. Thankfully it seems to do the trick or at least allow you to function better now.

The helpful man starts chuckling at you, “So I see you like my dipping sauce. It’s called Hella Spicy.” He smirks making your eyes bug out.  

“Dude! You should label that or something!” You gesture to what you’ve deemed as freaking evil in a bowl.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He gives a mischievous grin.

Oh boy. He’s just gorgeous.

“I’m Stiles by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” You reply shyly. “I’m sorry that I stole your drink.”

“No worries. You needed it more than me.” Stiles appears beyond amused. “I’m actually on call so I shouldn’t even be drinking it.”

“Oh ok. On call for what?”

“I’m a firefighter.”

Hot fucking damn.

“You can put out my fire anytime.” You giggle before fanning yourself. You’re still feeling warm but now you know it’s definitely not the dip.

Stiles lets out a full body laugh, “I’d rather light your fire, Y/N.” He growls in your ear.

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