Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Field Madness | Dylan O'Brien

so if you are reading my tom holland imagines, i decided to start the same type of pattern where there are two imagines of Dylan O'Brien and then the third one will be one of his other characters. so enjoy! (:

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Imagine #4

Word Count: 921

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I slide on my shinguards with an ease before turning to slip on my polished, new black cleats. It was the last game of the soccer season's tournament and I wanted nothing more than to just get in first place or at least be in the top five. My team on the other hand, didn't care because they just had that type of attitude.

"Y/N, is your boyfriend and his friends coming today?" Lola, one of my teammates ask.

I nod, "Of course! They literally don't miss a game and I can't even convince them not to come watch us."

"Well that's good, gives me another opportunity to chat with Tyler." She does the hand guns towards me, with a nervous grin. I stand up from my current sitting position, placing her arms back down to her sides.

"If you want him then don't do the hand guns, too cringe worthy to be honest." I inform with a laugh.

"Alright ladies," Our coach steps in the locker room, interrupting all the conversations that traveled around the room. "Last game and we've doing absolutely fantastic! But what I really want you all to focus on in this game is be more aggressive, be first to the ball, and of course, kick some ass."

Enthusiastic shouts spread throughout the room before we make our way out onto the field, the crowd filled with millions of people that were chanting our team name.

"Y/N, you're forward today, so remember never stop sprinting." Coach tells me then walks over to the bench where some of other team members sat.

The game starts once the captains find out which side we were playing on first. I get in position beside another one of my teammates named Alicia, a angry look on her face.

"Woo! That's babygirl!" I hear Dylan's familiar voice shout in the stands, causing me to blush and let out a slight laugh.

The whistle blows and I don't give the girl on the opposite team a chance to even touch the ball. Doing a couple tricks around the girls who desperately tried to steal the ball away, I finally managed to get to the goal and kick it in successfully. Alicia pass me the ball every chance she gets it and I continue to do the same method over and over in order to kick the ball in the goal.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm loving this, keep pushing hard ladies." Coach shouts from our bench, clapping proudly.

Time flies by and there was suddenly forty seconds left in the second half of the game. My heart pounds in my chest as I let out steady breaths, placing my hands on the top of my head.

"No stopping Y/N, twenty more seconds, you got this!" Dylan assures me, and that motivates me to run faster to the girl that was coming straight towards me. I roughly shove her, knocking her to the fake grass and stealing the circular rubber object away from her.

Using all my power, I kick the ball in front of the goal, but a little further away and surprisingly it makes it in within the last two seconds of the game. The girls from my team cheering, all of them running to give me a bone crushing hug. After exchanging hugs with my team, I push through the crowd in need to find Dylan and the others.

"There's my little speedy gonzalez !" A pair of muscular arms pick me up from behind, a squeal escaping from me.

"You did so good! Like oh my god, I wish I could've be doing what you just did out there." Holland exclaims as her and Tyler come closer to us.

"Well thank you and thank you for coming out to support my team every single game." I say, Dylan setting me back down gently on the field's grass.

"No problem dude," Tyler shrugs and with that him and Holland leave us alone to go congratulate the rest of the team.

I spin around to face Dylan with an excited wide grin on my face. I was silently having a mental celebration in my mind, not wanting to cheer too much in front of the opposite team that was currently still on the field.

"I want to thank you especially because you were always here to support me too, no matter what. Most boyfriends probably wouldn't even care enough to show up at every game or even practices like you did." I giggle, poking his toned chest multiple times. Both of his arms snake around my waist, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Anything for my girl," He begins. "But I have to admit that you look pretty damn sexy out there. It was honestly huge turn on for me."

"First place after a long tournament of several games and sex later? How about no, mister." I laugh, pulling away from his grip and begin to make my way back to the locker room.

"Awh come on, you can't just leave me all hot and bothered!" He shouts from behind me.

I giggle to myself, "My legs hurt like hell, so yes I'm going to leave you all hot and bothered!"

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wowzers this sucked

much love!