Magcon Imagines & Preferences

Sam Wilkinson Imagine (:

Today was your boyfriend, Sam's, state championship basketball game. He had been nervous all week leading up to thw game, so you were hoping he wouldn't be too shaky. You sat in the stands, watching as the team warmed up. Sam was the star, he'd always played basketball and he had a dream of making it big. You watched as he missed multiple shots in a row, a nervous look on his face as he shook his head. You wanted so badly to go comfort him, but you knew you couldn't. As game time neared, you could tell Sam was getting even more nervous. This was his last high school basketball game and he wanted to end it with a win. He looked up at you and you shot him a thumbs up, watching as he gave you a small smile. The two teams took the floor, ready for tip off.

The game went on, and at half time, Sam's team was down by 15. It wasn't looking to good and you knew it most likely wasn't going to end well, but you still smiled for Sam's sake. As the second half began, Sam's team had the ball. Sam dribbled down the court, looking for an open pass. He saw an open teammate at the block, passing it to him for two points. Soon, it was down to the last 10 seconds of the game. Sam's team was down by two, and the other team had possession. The guy from the other team dribbled the ball,  trying to keep ot away. Sam leaped at him, getting the ball and dribbling down to the three point line. He shot the ball, just as the buzzer went off. You watched as the ball spun around the rim, nearly bouncing out, before falling through. A smile spread across Sam's face as he realized he had just won the game. Everybody mobbed the court, surrounding the team. You wanted to get to Sam, but it was to much work. You looked up, seeing Sam pushing through all the people to reach you. "Congratulations," you said as you softly kissed his lips. "I love you so much," he mumbled, picking you up and spinning you around. "I'm so proud of you Sammy boy," you said with a wink. "I love you more." He smiled, shaking his head. "Doubt it," he said as he kissed you again. "I owe my success to you. You kept me from having a mental breakdown. You softly laughed, tightly hugging Sam. He deserved this win and you were glad he got it.

{Sammy imagine because he's the bae}