Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - You Break Up & Get Back Together

You and Stiles had broken up nearly a month ago after you got into a fight about not being kept in the loop about the supernatural world. Stiles claimed he was only trying to protect you, but you'd had enough of his over-protectiveness, and were fed up with being constantly left out of the pack due to your boyfriend. 

Ex-boyfriend. 

But still, it was game night, and you still had friends to support. The break-up had been awkward for everyone in the pack. Though you weren't as in the loop as everyone, you were still just as much friends with everyone as Stiles was. It was mainly the girls hanging out with you, and the boys with him. You felt bad for the pack for causing a divide, but you were just at your final straw with Stiles. 

You were sat on the bench with Lydia and Kira while the boys were warming up on the field. 

"Stiles has been practicing a lot, you know?" Kira said, looking towards you. You groaned. 

"Can we not talk about Stiles, please?" 

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but he's been really hurting. He thinks if he can impress you in the games he can win you back. It's stupid." Lydia replied. 

"I think it's sweet." Kira interjected. 

"I think it's pointless. He kept me isolated from all of you guys!" You exclaimed, looking between the two of your friends. 

"It wasn't malicious. You know how much he adores you, Y/N. I think he'd never forgive himself if anything ever happened to you." Kira reasoned. You felt your heart swell as you became a tad emotional. The feelings were still raw. 

"They'll work things out eventually. I think just leave them to their devices." Lydia spoke more to Kira than she did to you. 

The game eventually started, and Stiles was actually not on the bench for once. You sat on the edge of your seat, nervous about him actually being in the game. 

So far, he's been pretty good. Almost as good as Scott. Kira must have been telling the truth when she said Stiles had really been practicing since the break-up. 

As you intensely watched the game, you caught eyes with Noah just a few benches down. You exchanged small smiles, as you both turned back to the game. It was hard, Noah was always a father-figure to you, and you had a close bond. 

The crowd started to get louder, which made you turn your attention back to where the ball was. You couldn't believe your eyes. It was with Stiles. 

"Oh my gosh!" You exclaimed under your breath, scooting forward on your bench. Kira and Lydia exchanged sly smirks of knowing to each other behind Y/N's back. 

He ran and dodged past multiple members of the other team, getting closer and closer to the goal. You couldn't help but jump to your feet to get a better sight of him. 

"Go, son!" You heard Noah shout from beneath you. 

"Come on, Stiles!" The girls exclaimed, as you had your mouth clasped over your hand in shock. You never knew he had this in him. 

As if it all happened in slow-motion, Stiles took the shot, the defender lept to try and keep it out, but was unsuccessful. Stiles just made a goal. 

Stiles just made a goal. 

"Oh my gosh!" Y/N exclaimed again, this time even louder. Cheers erupted the benches as Stiles turned around to look into the crowd. 

"That's my boy!" Noah cheered, giving his son a fist bump in the air as Stiles smiled ecstatically. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cheered with everyone else. Suddenly, as if looking for you, his eyes locked onto yours. You halted your movements, giving him just an intense stare back. You quickly adjusted yourself and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you looked around, trying to break the tension. 

"Go." Lydia nudged you, a small smile on her face. You looked towards Noah, who was already looking at you with a knowing look. He nudged his head in the direction of his son on the field, and that was all it took before your legs were running down the bleachers and onto the field. Stiles met you halfway as you jumped into his arms, Stiles dropping his racket onto the floor as he held you tight to him. 

"I'm so proud of you." You mumbled into his neck, as he squeezed you even tighter to him. He spun you around, so that his back was to the bleachers. He caressed your face and analysed your features, as if bringing it all back to memory again. 

"You're trembling." He murmured, sliding his hands down your arms to hold your shaking hands. 

"I think it's the adrenaline" you laughed with tears in your eyes. Stiles brought you back into another earth-shattering hug as he nestled his head into your neck. 

"Please come back to me." He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as he waited for your response. You pulled back, making his face drop. 

"I can't keep looking at other people and pretending they're you. I've missed you so much, Sti." Tears chase down your cheek, as does his. His places a hard kiss to your lips, telling you how much he's missed you in one move of affection. 

"Wait for me after the game." He told you, leaving a hand lingering in yours. 

"I wouldn't be anywhere else." You smiled up at him, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek before running off back to the the bleachers, and to a smug Lydia and Kira.