Dylan O'Brien imagines

Quidditch (Stuart)

"Alright Quidditch." Lyle clapped his hands together and started speaking words I had never understood before.

Stuart and I glanced at each other. "Wait what?" I asked staring at Lyle like he was crazy.

Neha shook her head. "Lyle use your muggle language!" She shouted angrily.

"Okay try to get the ball through the goal." He huffed. Billy and Nick shrugged walking back to starting line.

Stuart handed me a broom stick. "What the hell is this?" I asked taking it out of his hand.

"A broom stick? What did you think smart stuff." His comments were usually harsh so I just decided to go with it.

Neha smiled at me reassuringly. "We'll do good." I shook my head and glanced at Stuart. His beanie was still on his head and his gray shirt was already forming a wet spot from all of the sweat he was forming on that perfect body- I mean... Just body. "You gotta stop starin' though."

"What?" I widened my eyes at Neha as the whistle blew. "What?!"

"Come on feisty." Stuart nudged my arm and I ran after him into the field. I never thought I would say this but running win a broom between your legs is probably the most difficult thing I will ever do.

"Bring it four eyes!" I spat back at Stuart. His smirk just grew bigger. Man I hate that smirk of his. That handsome, sexy smirk. I mean... I hate it.

We had been beaten to the ground. The whistle sounded ending the first half.

When our group had gotten back to our side I collapsed to the grass. Stuart then fell besides me panting as he was out of breath too. I looked over at him. His shirt was sticking to his body with all the sweat and his jaw was hanging open as he struggled for air. "What are you looking at feisty?" He turned his neck so he was facing me.

Before I could say anything to embarrass myself I stood up and took his beanie. I placed the navy blue hat on my head. "This beanie definitely looks better on me." I stated. The whistle blew before Stuart could snatch his hat back and I took of running.

"Y/N!" He shouted running after me.

The second half was probably our best. Billy and Nick had taught us some new tricks and team Hufflepuff was on fire.

"This is for Hufflepuff bitch!" Stuart jumped in the air on his broomstick swatting the ball away from the goal. Man that was slick.

"Alright guys block me!" I shouted as I held the ball in my hand. Everyone on our team was in a circle around me defending our team.

"LETS GO!" Yoyo shouted. Man that was an intense battle cry. I couldn't help but laugh at him. On the other hand Stuart was staring at me rather oddly but I had decided to shake it off.

"Fuck you!" I shouted at Graham dunking the ball through the goal. "Yeah!"

The whole team was cheering shouts of joy behind me. "Yes Y/n!" Billy high-fived me.

"Feisty you did it!" Stuart ran to me and grabbed my waist picking me up in the air. I was to happy and proud of myself to pay attention to was I was doing.

"We did it!" I corrected him. "God I'm so happy I could kiss you!" I shouted as he set me back down on the grass.

"Then kiss me." My head snapped up.

"Seriously?" I whispered as we stood frozen on the field.

Stuart nodded moving closer to me. I felt his sweaty hands being placed on my cheeks as he connected our lips. It wasn't rushed, or sloppy. It was a real sincere kiss. I was kissing Stuart Twombly.

"God I've always wanted to do that." Stuart mumbled as Nick kept shouting.

"I always thought you hated me." I trailed off taking a step back from him.

"How could I hate you y/n?" He cinched his eyebrows and repositioned his glasses. I shrugged as I felt Billy and Yoyo lift me up in the air.

"VICTORY!" Nick shouted running in front of me. Even though we had just won the challenge all I could think about was Stuart.

"Wait guys set me down." I was released from their hold. Quickly I ran back over to Stuart.

He snatched his hat back off of my head before speaking. "Be my girlfriend?" He was nervous asking the question. Nervous Stuart is cute.

"Yeah."

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