"Ah! Come on!" Another ball was shot towards the goal, but missed by just a sliver. Stiles threw his lacrosse stick in the air in frustration. The usual red and black helmet he wore, thrown to the ground as well. He wore a pair of white and red gloves, some black track pants, and the grey Nike shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly. Scott laughed as he watched a very frustrated Stiles pout from across the field. "I was doing so good! What happened?"
Coach had put the boys in partners for today's practice. Stiles was always paired with Scott because Scott had learned to excel in the sport without using his supernatural strength, so maybe he could teach Stiles. All the other boys on the team had stopped when they saw just how good Stiles was doing, they were shocked that he of all people could be doing so well. As soon as Stiles messed up, the crowd dispersed.
"Stiles, you're thinking too much! Just go with the flow!" Scott advised. He walked over to his best friend so they didn't have to yell across the field. "Are you thinking about her again?"
"Scott please." Stiles huffed, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes wandered to the bench she sat at laughing with a few of her friends. "I am capable of thinking about things other than Y/N." A small smirk formed across Scott's lips, not believing a single word his best friend had just said.
"Alright." He shrugged. "I guess you wouldn't care if I told you that right before you missed, she was staring at you."
"She was what?" Stiles asked, suddenly interested in what he had to say.
Scott smirked when he saw Y/N's eyes roaming over Stiles body. "Don't look now, but she's looking again." Stiles went to turn around and look at her, but Scott slapped his arm. "I said don't look now."
Stiles rubbed the spot Scott hit on his arm as he frowned. Slowly, he looked over and saw Y/N biting her lip as she watched his every movement. Her Y/E/C eyes ran over his arms and hands. Veins and all had her full attention. The way she was looking at him sent a shiver up his spine. Confidence swarmed in his body and he wanted to try practicing again. "Again!" Stiles smirked and winked at the girl, a blush formed over her face and chest as she was caught.
"Why don't you just ask her out already?" Liam asked, joining his older companions. "It's obvious you both like each other."
"It's complicated." Stiles replied.
"What's so complicated about it?" Liam challenged. "You like her, she likes you. There's absolutely nothing complicated about that."
Knowing that the younger beta was right he shifted his weight from one foot to the other while he shamefully stole another glance at her. Liam and Scott exchanged amused glances as Stiles silently contemplated the previous statement.
"What?" Stiles snapped when a small laugh escaped Liam.
"I'm right and you know it." He smirked.
"Beat it Liam, don't you have a hole to fall in or something?" Stiles quipped, annoyed, sending Scott into a fit of laughter.
"Alright, see ya later tough guy, but you know I'm right." Liam shot at Stiles and started walking backwards towards the bench near the bleachers. He sat down and relished in the fact that he could get such a rise out of Stiles. "Just ask her out already. It's disgusting watching you two eye fuck each other all day."
"He's got a point, Stiles." Scott turned to his friend and smiled.
Stiles took his eyes off Scott and looked back at Y/N. The timing was perfect because from across the field he could see her laugh at something Malia had said to her. She was effortlessly beautiful. "She's too good for me, Scott. Do you really think she'd go for a guy like me?"
Scott got behind Stiles and clapped his hands on his shoulders. He started massaging in a way he hoped would get Stiles revved up and ready for his pep talk. "Remember what you told me when I was trying to go for Kira? You told me I was the hot girl. Stiles, it's your turn to be the hot girl. Impress her with your newly found lacrosse skills and then she's all yours."
Little did he know that across the field, Y/N was receiving a similar boost of confidence from Malia. "Just talk to him!" Malia encouraged her. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"Do you want a list?" Y/N groaned, not wanting to explain all of the reasons why things could go horribly wrong. "My top three maybe?"
"Look, all I'm saying is, Stiles is one of the sweetest guys I've ever met and it wouldn't kill you to talk to him." Turning her attention back onto the field, she found the freckled boy talking to a few of his friends. Using the word 'crush' to describe what Stiles was to her just didn't seem accurate, he was much more than that. He always found a way to make her feel like she was the only girl in the world. The only one he saw. She wanted nothing more for that to be true, but she knew Stiles was extremely attractive and sooner or later other girls would start to notice.
"And you really might want to consider talking to him." Malia announced, pulling Y/N from her deep thinking and her gaze from Stiles.
Y/N's eyebrows furrowed and she looked to her werecoyote best friend. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that Stiles is coming over here. Like right now." Y/N's eyes widened in panic. She looked back to Stiles and realized he was in fact, walking towards her and Malia. If she hadn't been so busy staring at his perfect self, she would've had time to notice that Stiles had been watching her as well.
"Malia, don't you dare..." Y/N stood up and looked back at Malia and saw she had already left. She sighed in defeat. "leave." A hand landed on the small of her back. She turned, not expecting Stiles to be as close as he was to her and she collided with his body.
Losing her balance, she stuck her hands out to grab something to stop her from falling only to be met with handfuls of air. Thankfully, a strong pair of arms caught her. Smiling up at the boy she felt her cheeks burn with a very noticeable blush. "Hi." Y/N smiled bashfully. Her blush only grew when Stiles pushed a stray hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.
"Hey." The mole speckled boy grinned widely showing off his insanely attractive side smirk.
"I was watching your practice." She let out nervously. "You did really well." She complimented him.
"Oh yeah?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow up in response.
"Yeah, until you missed the last couple times." Y/N teased. She bit her bottom lip as she smiled, looking up at him. Stiles couldn't decide if the action turned him on or made his heart burn with his love for her. He made up his mind saying it was both.
Stiles ran his tongue over his pink bottom lip. Y/N's beautiful eyes flickered between his now moistened lips and his intoxicating whiskey eyes. His arms were still wrapped around her waist, but he pulled her close enough for their chests to press against each other. Y/N's hands leaned on his shoulders. They were close enough for the breaths to hit each other's face, sending sparks down both of their spines.
"Well I have an explanation for that." Stiles whispered. "This girl, who is unbelievably sexy might I add, had her attention on me all of practice. I might've been able to focus if she wasn't on mind all day." His lips ran along her jawline, and his nose ran over the shell of her ear.
"Oh, really?" Y/N mumbled as she trying to keep her weakening composure. "And what do you think about this unbelievably sexy girl?" A sigh fell from her lips as Stiles nibbled on ear lobe. The fact that they were being so intimate in the middle of the lacrosse field had completely disappeared from their thoughts.
"Well for starters-" He smiled. "As I said, she's unbelievably sexy." Y/N couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him. Subconsciously, her fingers threaded through his hair on the nape of his neck.
"Oh yeah?" She challenged.
"Yeah." He pulled her closer as she slowly swayed from side to side, his hands steadying her hips. "And her laugh is infectious." He added. "Her smile is breathtaking and she's overall incredibly beautiful."
Completely drunk off of one another, they almost didn't notice the multiple howls and wolf whistles coming from the lacrosse field or the group of players that had gathered to watch if Stiles Stilinski could in fact score Y/N Y/L/N.
"I was wondering if she'd be interested in going on a date with me this weekend." He offered, his hands rubbed up and down her arms. He said it so calmly and casually that he surprised himself. Something about Y/N seemed to ease his nerves, not heighten them.
"Hmm..." She hummed, thinking it over. Her hand moved to his forehead and she brushed the flat hair on top of his head to the side as she softly smiled up at him. "Tell you what, if you score the winning goal this weekend I think she will definitely go on a date with you."
She wanted to go on a date with him more than anything, but she could sense his eagerness and wanted to make him work for it. Plus, she wanted to watch him go out of his way to impress her this weekend in the jersey that she loved so much. Stiles had a competitive edge and to her, it was the cutest thing to see.
"Really?" His eyes widened in amazement as her Y/E/C eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
"Of course. I know for a fact that she really likes you."
Before Stiles could say anything, Coach Finstock blew the whistle and yelled from the center of the field. "Bilinski! We have a game this weekend, that doesn't mean practice is full of making out with your girlfriend!"
Stiles turned back to Y/N and rolled his eyes at Coach. The girl laughed when she saw the irritation on his face. As the laugh left her mouth, Stiles grumpiness faded and a smile grew on his face at the warm and beautiful laugh. "I've gotta go, but I'll see you soon?" He asked. Y/N nodded and before he ran off, Stiles kissed the tip of her nose. The simple and innocent gesture made her think of just how lucky she was to have him in her arms.
Just as Stiles had gotten back on the field and put his helmet back on, he sent her a wink making her stomach swarm with butterflies. Malia had come up next to her and she watched the way Y/N admired Stiles. "You really like him don't you?"
Y/N crossed her arms and turned her head to look at Malia then nodded. "I really do, Malia." She looked back at the sarcastic boy she adored and smiled as he began to do really good once again. "I like him a lot." Y/N whispered.
"Well, you're welcome." Malia said loudly.
"What do you mean you're welcome?" Y/N chuckled.
Her companion shrugged. "I left you here alone with him, and everything sounded like it went smoothly."
Y/N nodded. "Yeah, thanks for that by the way. Really appreciated it." Her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Doesn't sound like something you should be complaining about. All I did was give you a little push."
"All joking aside, thank you, Lia." The girl beamed, the realization of what just actually happened finally sinking in.
The rest of the week seemed to drag on. Stiles was practically counting down the hours until he would be sprinting across the lacrosse field, lights blinding him, as he scored the winning goal and got the girl of his dreams while Y/N was counting down the days until she got to see him in his jersey again.
A few of the boys on the lacrosse team, especially Scott and Liam, had been relentlessly teasing her calling her Stiles' girlfriend and claiming that she was distracting him from practicing but she didn't mind. If anything, being called Stiles' girlfriend was a blessing.
When the night of the game finally rolled around Y/N couldn't calm the butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach. There was so much riding on this game for both of them. Of course she would go out with Stiles if he lost the game but giving him a challenge seemed like a good idea at the time. Plus, she'd get to see just how hard he'd work for her to be his girl.
Malia, Lydia, and Y/N drove to the game together. Kira was in the game along with Scott, Stiles, and Liam, so she drove with them. As Y/N drove towards the high school, all she could think about was Stiles. How he'd look in his jersey, how his face might light up when he sees her. Lydia smirked from her seat in the car when she saw Y/N's never ending smile, but let her be. The three girls had finally arrived and the sun was just barely setting. Parents and students were spilling onto the field and into the bleachers.
Y/N's eyes scanned the field for any sign of Stiles. She saw him talking to Scott and Liam next to the benches. He sat down and tightened the strings on his stick. Smiling, she walked over to the boy. When she was behind him, her hands ran up his shoulders and up to his eyes, covering them.
She whispered softly, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. "Guess who."
Instead of responding, Stiles turned to face her and when his eyes met hers, a smile tugged at the corners of his pink lips. He stood and rounded the bench so he was in front of her. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her in for a hug.
"Stiles..." Y/N chuckled as he lifted her off the ground and spun her around. Anyone who didn't know the two would've thought they were dating because of the way they acted around each other.
"Put me down!" He laughed at her attempt to appear upset and loved the way her cheeks dusted a light shade of pink as he set her down. Knowing that he had such an affect on her made him radiate with a newfound sense of confidence.
"Well if it isn't my lovely girlfriend." He beamed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
"Girlfriend?" Y/N questioned with a smirk. "The game hadn't even started yet but it sounds to me like you think you have this in the bag."
"Of course I do." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I've been waiting to ask you out for the past few months, I'm not letting you go that easy."
"Really?" She asked wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Yeah." He admitted bashfully. She admired the mole speckled boy in front of her and felt her heart began to beat faster than it usually did when she was around him. He was absolutely stunning. His usually soft eyes always seemed softer when they were looking at her. His hair was a mess, as always, but that wasn't what caught her attention.
The thin red material the clung to his body made her swallow hard. Something about the way his jersey seemed to outline every aspect of his body from his toned, veiny arms to his lean torso made her dizzy.
In a spur of confidence, Y/N stood on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to his. Her eyes fluttered shut when his did and she could feel his long eyelashes flutter against her cheek. Stiles hands cupped her face and allowed his fingers to stroke her flawless skin.
The dizziness that had her head spinning stopped and she felt completely calm. At the touch of their lips, both of their heart beats synced together, their friends hearing the loud and intense in time beats. Happiness and complete love spread through their bodies, and they both could've sworn they fell harder in love than they already were.
It may not have been either of their first kiss, but this was their most memorable kiss. It was their only kiss that after parting, they could still feel the burning sensation they loved so much. Y/N was the first to break the kiss, but she leaned her head against his and let their noses nuzzle together. The euphoria they felt was beginning to fade and the yearn to have it back was intense.
"I have to go, the game is starting." Stiles whispered, his minty breath hitting her face and causing goosebumps to raise on her skin.
Y/N smirked and pulled away to get a better look at him. There was a little nude lipstick around his mouth and she tried her hardest not to laugh. "Make me proud, Stilinski." She pecked the corner of his mouth as a tease and walked off. Stiles watched her walk away and to Malia and Lydia.
He smiled and touched his lips. Scott saw his lovestruck friend next to the benches and he laughed. He walked over to him and pulled him from his gaze. "Come on, loverboy." Scott rolled his eyes playfully. When he saw the little bit of lipstick around his lips, he laughed. "Your girlfriend got lipstick all over your face."
Stiles smiled like an idiot. "She kissed me."
The boy with the uneven jaw. "I saw that."
"I kissed her." Stiles chuckled. "I love that girl."
"I know you do." Scott clapped his hands on his friend's shoulders. "But we have a game to play. You've got to focus on that."
"Make my girl proud." Stiles confirmed. He immediately got in the zone and was ready to play like he never played before. Even though she was already his girlfriend, he wanted to make her happy that he won the game. He would do it, just for her.
His eyes narrowed in focus as he prepared to annihilate the opposing team. Back in the stands, Y/N was greeted with smirks from both Lydia and Malia. Still in complete shock from the kiss they shared, she took a seat in between them, a wide smile still on her face. "I kissed him." Y/N mumbled.
"We know!" Lydia squealed.
"We saw." Malia smiled. "I told you so." She added, referring to the fact that she had nothing to lose by taking a chance with the boy who stole her heart.
Snapped out of her trance by a few small giggles, Y/N turned her attention to her friends. "You have lipstick smudged across your lips." Lydia explained. Heat rose to her cheeks as she attempted to tidy up the mess that was left around her mouth.
The game started about five minutes later. One by one, the players came flooding onto the field in an official manner. Cheering was heard from people in the crowd. Y/N's eyes scanned the field for player number 24. When her eyes finally found him, she yelled his name. "Let's go, Stiles!" Her hands cupped around her mouth to amplify her voice. Stiles heard his name and looked to Y/N in the bleachers. She smiled when she saw him and he sent her a wink, causing butterflies to erupt in her tummy. She blew him a kiss in return.
Stiles had been put on the field and immediately started playing the game. To say players were shocked that number 24 had increased his skill was an understatement. Y/N watched as he dodged other players and through the ball into the net and she couldn't help but feel proud. He ran up and down the field like he never had before. Stiles wasn't much of a runner but watching this game would make someone think otherwise.
It was the last half of the game and there was one minute left in the game. The score was tied at nine. This game was the best Beacon Hills had done in a while and Stiles played a big part in that. He'd never been so motivated to play the game but now that he had a date with the girl of his dreams to motivate him, he'd began to grow very competitive.
Y/N stood anxiously in the stands as she watched Stiles play. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he was an incredible lacrosse player, she had just never seen him play a game the way he was playing tonight. The energy that was coursing through her veins made her want to scream words of encouragement at the top of her lungs.
She could only imagine how Stiles felt in that very moment. The Cyclones' success was based mostly on his performance and the entire team knew it. Even the Coach was shocked at how well he was doing. Her eyes followed the number 24 all night as he raced around the field, defending the net and playing what him and everyone else watching the game would call the best game of his life. He didn't dare look into the crowd out of fear that he'd lose his focus, but he knew Y/N was watching him closely which only fueled his drive when he saw one of the opposing players.
During a moment of weakness, he hesitatingly looked to the crowd and saw Y/N. The hoodie she was wearing earlier had been taken off and she stood in the stands, wearing one of the many flannels he owned. Stiles had always known that that particular flannel was her favorite, she constantly told him that he looked good in it, but he thought she looked better wearing it than he ever could.
Just the sight of his flannel on her body gave him the motivation he needed to finish the game with a bang. A player on Beacon Hills' team passed the ball to Stiles. Stiles ran across the field, impressively dodging the players that were coming his way. Once he was at the two point line, he took a shot and threw the rubber ball into the goal. The ball made it in and upped the score by two, Beacon Hills High ultimately winning the game.
The moment the ball was in the net, Y/N stood up and cheered. "That's my boyfriend!" A buzzer sounded through the field alerting that the game was over before the announcer spoke.
"The Beacon Hills Cyclones win the game!" Y/N didn't think twice before running down the bleachers and down to Stiles. As soon as the buzzer had sounded, Stiles took off his helmet and smiled. A few players patted him on the back and congratulated him on scoring the winning points.
Stiles looked for Y/N in the crowd and when he saw her, she was running towards him. "Y/N, I did-" The girl jumped in his arms and Stiles caught her as her legs wrapped around his torso and her lips landed on his. Stiles grabbed her thighs and lifted her up higher on his waist.
Stiles was taken by surprise at the action, but dove into the kiss nonetheless. The moment their lips touched, Y/N's arms circled around his neck and her finger immediately went to his hair, playing with the soft, brown locks. Stiles moved his tongue over her bottom lip and asked for entrance. Y/N accepted and allowed him to deepen the kiss.
Cheers from around the couple pulled them out of the intimate moment they were having, as people were cheering their names. The two smiled at each other, trying to catch their breaths. Y/N leaned her forehead against Stiles' and looked into his eyes.
"I did it, baby." He whispered, his minty breath fanning across her face.
She rolled her lips between her teeth before she mumbled. "I love you, Stiles."
A big smile planted itself on his face. "I love you, too, Y/N." For the rest of his life, Stiles would call that night the best of his life. He won his first lacrosse game and got the girl.