Teen Wolf Oneshots

Chinese Takeout - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski. The schools weird kid with an endless supply of sarcasm. Stiles, who's both a naturally smart kid like his dad and on the lacrosse team. Stiles Stilinski, the guy who I have a raging crush on for 3 agonizing years.
"Earth to (Y/N)." Allison waves her hand in front of my face. I shake my head a little to snap out of my thoughts and look at her to see what she wants.
She just shakes her head at me before closing her locker, joining our arms and dragging me out of the school.
"I told you that with the Alpha pack and all, the whole group's going to be at the lacrosse game keeping an eye out, and I want you to come keep me company." She repeats herself, somehow not sounding annoyed about having to repeat herself because she's a literal angel, and pushes me into her car without giving me a chance to protest. She can be really persuasive.
Allison gets in after me and quickly pulls out of the car park before I can jump out of the car. I know what she's planning.
I sigh and look at her with a scowl. "I know what you're trying to do, Allison."
She looks at me with wide eyes, acting all innocent as if she has no clue what I'm getting at. The bitch knows. She knows too much.
"I don't know what you mean, we're only keeping watch. On both the alpha's and the guys." She winks at me and takes a sharp left turn which slams me against the door and probably causes bruising along my arm.
I glare at her, but take the hint and put my seat belt on. She's surprisingly the mom friend of the pack. Right after Melissa, if she counts as a pack member.
"Okay, I'll come. But in no circumstance will you leave me alone or try to get me to speak to Stiles. Promise me?" I stick my pinky finger out and wait for her to make the promise.
To be honest, I don't think it would be an issue if she got Stiles and I to speak to each other, but the way she'd do it would. She'd force us into an awkward situation, like she and Lydia have many times before.
Allison rolls her eyes, but hooks her pinky finger with mine anyway.
"So who's jersey are you wearing?" Kira asks Allison and I as we wait outside of the boys locker rooms for the guys to come out. My friends usually wait for their boyfriends and escort them to the field as a lucky charm, and so I'm stuck with them.
I shrug a little and let Allison and Kira talk about how excited they are to wear Scott's and Isaac's second jerseys for the match.
Every player has 2 jerseys, 1 which they wear when playing and one they give to their significant others or very close friend to wear during matches to show support. I wouldn't say that's it's a dream of mine to wear Stiles's jersey, but I definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity.
A soft nudge on my arm snaps me out of my thoughts, though this time it's not Allison.
I look up to see Stiles sporting an adorable smile. He's all ready for the game, along with the rest of the team standing off to the side. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Allison smirking like mad,
"Oh hey Stiles, what's up?" I ask, a foolish smile automatically making an appearance. I wish I could keep my hormones under control, but when the definition of 'perfect' is standing in you it's a little hard.
"Nothing much (Y/N), just wanted to ask you something, a question, y'know." Stiles scratches the back of his head. His other hand is holding his spare jersey, and a part of me immediately begins to feel like a kid on Christmas.
I nod expectantly for him to go on. He takes a small breath, as if trying to get some courage.
"I was wondering if you wanted to wear my jersey? And maybe get some Chinese takeout after the match?"
My heart skips a beat, which I immediately regret because Scott will probably tell Stiles later on. Now I literally feel like a child on Christmas, it's ridiculous. I feel a blush crawling up my neck as I look at the God in front of me.
"I'd love to, yeah of course." I smile widely and take the jersey from him before swiftly putting it on. It goes just above my knees and smells like cologne and petrol. It's an incredibly odd combination, but it strangely does fit Stiles.
"Great, that's great." He grins and shakes his head a little. I look over at our group of friends, who are sporting massive smiles and sending over winks and thumbs up.
Another blush forces itself up my neck at that. I didn't think this is the reaction we'd get, in fact I didn't think this would ever happen, so maybe this reaction is fitting.
Stiles slings his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him with an almost unsure smile. My arm automatically grabs a hold of his waist .
The rest of the pack make their way out towards the field, Stiles and I following shortly behind them.
"You know, this is actually really nice." I smile up at my crush of around 3 years. My body's tingling all over, this feels so surreal. Almost like a dream.
"It really is. The jersey looks spectacular on you just like I thought it would." Stiles smiles down at me, the smile along with his compliment slowly melting my heart.
We stop just at the bleachers where we're parting ways. I pull out from his grasp and go on my tippy-toes to place a small kiss on his cheek for encouragement.
Stiles's eyes widen, like a lot, but that reaction is followed by the shyest smile I've ever seen on the guy. It kind of boosts my self confidence, not gonna lie. But my happiness is cut short as coach interrupts.
"God damn it Stilinski, get your ass out onto the field. I swear he was gay." Coach yells at Stiles before muttering the single most hilarious thing I've heard all day. Shit, I can see why many would think do with his lack of dating history.
"Good luck." I call after Stiles. He shoots me a quick award-winning smile before joining the rest of his team mates, and high-fiving Scott in the process.
I make my way through the crowd of people to my friends who are all looking at me like they're expecting the grossest details of a random one night stand I had in Vegas. Allison pats a spot next to her so I sit there and try to stop the smile on my face which makes me look like a total idiot.
"You know, you were right. Please don't hold this against me later, because I will never admit that you're right ever again." I mumble in Allison's general direction, which earns me a bear hug from her. Maybe she did intervene, and maybe she didn't. But I'm glad I've got her to gossip with about boys now.
The rest of the night is spent with my small group of friends yelling support at the guys, getting collective glares from other girls and some really good Chinese takeout at the Stilinski household.