Dylan O'Brien Imagines

64. Good Luck Charm// Stiles

Tonight, Stiles is supposed to be playing and he hasn't played in while. Coach doesn't let him play because of how bad he is, and let's be honest here, we all think he's bad at lacrosse. Even he knows it.

I sat on the top of the bleachers and waited for the game to start. I came to this thing because it's supposed to be Stiles' Game. He's supposed to have fun on the one night that he actually plays. So, I sit up here, wearing a shirt that Stiles made for me that had Stilinski 24 on it with jean short shorts as I watch my boyfriend sit on the bench, nervously wait for the game to play.

So, I decide to go make him a little less nervous, if you know what I mean.

I walk down the bleachers and behind Stiles, sneaking up on him as he jumps suddenly. "Hey, it's okay. It's just me." I say as I jump over the bench and sit next to him, wrapping my arms around his arm. "I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous." He says, his leg shaking up and down and looking off into space. "I get it, Stiles. And I'll be right here ready for you to make the goal of a lifetime. And I'll be right here if you need anything. Just look at me on the top of the bleachers for good luck." I told him. "You always have been my good luck charm, (y/n)." He says looking down at me. A smile makes it's way onto both of our faces and he leans down, kissing my lips.

"Thank you for being here, kitten." He told me. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." I confessed with a cheeky smile. He let out a small laugh as Coach called all the players onto the field.

"Wish me luck." He said. "Good luck, babe." I replied, kissing his cheek. I watched him run off onto the field with his lacrosse stick in hand and his helmet on. I make my way back to the top of the bleachers, sitting next to Scott's good luck charm, Allison, Melissa, Sheriff Stilinski and Lydia.

The Beacon Hills High lacrosse players huddle up as the opposing team does so, too. They all, then, spread out across the field as Stiles looks up at me. I smile at him, waving at him. He waves at me as Coach blows his whistle, summoning for the game to start.

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All night, Stiles has almost made goals, but hasn't at all. He's always so close, but the ball just doesn't make it into the goal.

It's only a few minutes until the game is over, and we only need one more point to win the game. And I have a good feeling that this is Stiles' big chance.

We miss a few more goals when only a minute is on the clock and it starts counting down.

The ball suddenly rolls right in front of Stiles and he picks it up, but does nothing. He doesn't throw it or anything. No one's standing as they wait for the ball to be thrown. I stand up and start yelling to Stiles.

"THROW THE BALL, STILES! THROW THE BALL!" He looks up at me and I have a huge smile on my face as I stand on my seat, making sure he can see me. He looks from me to the ball and back at me.

Just as a player from the other team is running for him, it's like everything's in slow motion. As I scream for Stiles, the ball is thrown by him, and it slowly goes towards the goal.

The, screaming is heard from everywhere as the buzzer goes off, ending the game just as Stiles had made the winning shot.

I scream for him as everyone else does the same. I begin running down the bleachers towards him as he takes off his helmet and gloves, dropping his stick and never taking our eyes off of each other.

My feet come to a run as I reach the bottom of the bleachers and I run into Stiles' arms, our lips touching right as our bodies make contact. It was one of the best kisses we've ever had.

I smile into the the kiss as he does, his hand set on my waist and the other on my cheek.

"You did this, (y/n). You're my good luck charm and you being here for me made me make that shot. Thank you, my love." He says as we look into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much, Stiles." I says, our lips meeting again. "I love you more, baby girl."

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