Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

"Y/N? What do you think about that?" The coach dragged you out of your thoughts. It was the fourth time he caught you at not paying attention this week. And it's Tuesday. "Umm." You hummed not knowing what the subject was. Stiles seemed to notice your nervousness. He looked over at you before looking at coach who already had a stern look on his face. "Arrgh!" A groan suddenly came from the other side of the room. Quickly you turned your head seeing Stiles with a face contorted with pain. He groaned in pain again. You could see he was acting though. "Uh, Coach? My head hurts a lot and my throat is sore. Can I please go to the ER?" Stiles croaked out. "Yeah, go." "I think Y/N should come with me, in case I faint or anything." Coach gave you and him a glare before nodding. "Yeah. Go with him." You immediately took your bag and stood up as Stiles did the same. Only a second later you two shut the door behind you. "What. Um, what was that?" You asked after a while of walking through the hallway without looking at him or saying a word. "I have a headache." "Yeah you do." You sarcastically stated grinning at him. He walked a little closer next to you. "I wanted to help you. Since you were dreaming about me instead of paying attention." He winked at you while your heart throbbed. "What?" You laughed looking at him. "Okay maybe you didnt. I, I just wish you did." Embarrassed he chuckled, looking down at hs feet and rubbing his neck. "What do you, Stiles um, what do you mean by that?" "Nothing. Just forget what I just said. "No, no, no. Stiles, tell me please." "It's nothing. I mean it's not like we are best friends or anything. Means I don't have to tell you everything." "24." You called him by his jersey number while stopping him and turning him to look at you. "Look, I totally get that you don't want to tell me everything and I don't have the right to expect you to. And I'm cool with that but this is about me. So I'd really like to know what you mean." "I don't think I'd like you to know it though." "Stiles. My favorite Beacon Hills High lacrosse player. Would you please tell me what is going on?" "Your favorite lacrosse player? Sarcasm hurts you know?" He chuckled weakly. "That wasn't sarcasm." "Yeah right. Because the focus is always on me at a game. Because I'm so good at lacrosse." "I still remember the first time you scored a goal in a game. I was watching the game and our team was losing. But then you took the ball and scored the winning points. And I still remember that look on your face when everyone was cheering and you just looked over to someone in the bleachers. You looked at a person and your smile grew so much wider. You still had that buzz cut back then." You smiled at him. "How do you still remember that? No one has ever spoken about it anymore after that night." "Like I said, my favorite lacrosse player here." "You know at whom I was looking?" Again he lowered his head for a short moment. "Nope." His light brown eyes met yours. "I looked at you. You were the one that made my smile grew wider. Because I saw you cheering and clapping and just smiling while watching me. Me. The 24." "Do you wanna tell me now what you meant a few minutes ago? If you want to you can show me as well." He just gave you a questioning look. Slowly you put your hands on the back of his neck before pulling him into a soft kiss. Your lips touched his gently while he placed his hands on your waist. "You could have just come up to me that day and asked me out, you know. That would have made it a lot easier." You say while hugging him tightly after the kiss. "Yeah because there totally was a chance that you'd date me." "Idiot." You exhale sharply before parting from him rapidly and starting to walk through the hallways on your way to the emergency room again. "Hey, wait! What? I was just telling the truth I mean-" He jogged after you catching up soon. Gently he grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours. You didn't mind it at all and just pecked his cheek. "Oh. Right. I forgot. Would like to go on a date with me, maybe have a movie night or so?" "I'd love to, 24." "You like calling me that, don't you?" "Yup." You smiled proudly. 
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