Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Oh Yeah// Stiles

You were going to your locker, where Stiles was standing in front of, waiting for you.

"Hey Stiles." You smiled, going to open your locker but he stepped in the way.

"What are you doing tonight?" He blurts, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I have that date with Gareth tonight." You smiled as he frowned.

"Oh, yeah. I uh totally forgot." He steps aside, allowing access to your locker.

"Yeah, we're getting serious." You grinned at your best friend.

He frowned and turned around, starting to walk away. "Hey, where you going?"

He turns around, cloudy eyes and a frown. "I gotta, um I gotta find Scott."

He turns and runs off. Did you do something?"

"Girl, you are ridiculously blind." You turned and saw Lydia leaning against your lockers.

"What?" You opened your locker.

"That boy is head over heels in love with you."

You chuckled. "Yeah, okay."

Lydia smacked your arm, making you give her the stink eye. "Gareth is an asshole, y/n. Stiles is in love with you."

"Lydia, really? No, he's my best friend." You got cut off by the bell and went to class.

Later that night, you were getting ready for your date with Gareth. You weren't as excited as you thought you would be.

He picked you up and you two went to see a movie.

But all that was on your mind was Stiles. Was he really in love with you? Did you love him back?

You were in the middle of the movie when you left. You broke up with Gareth and you left. Lydia came and got you, taking you to where Stiles was.

He was at his lacrosse game, which you should have been at. They were taking a break as you located his 24 jersey standing in the middle of field. 

His eyes landed on you and he smiled softly, taking his helmet off. You almost broke into a run going over to him.

"Hey y/n-" 

You stopped him, grabbing his face and crashing your lips onto his. 

You felt something flutter in your stomach, butterflies? Fireworks? You don't know, but you liked it.

You heard his helmet hit the ground as his arms wrapped around your torso, grasping the small of your back. 

He kissed back, his lips moving in sync with yours.

You pulled back, smiling at the boy with chocolate brown eyes. 

"I was so blind, I'm so sorry." You said as you wiped your lipstick off his lips.

"It-it's alright." He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.

"Stilinski! Stop making out with your girlfriend and get on the damn field!" Coach Finstock yells at Stiles.

You grin and peck his lips quickly before running over to the bleachers.