Imagine...being with the amazing actor and all his fictional characters. The stories await...
Dylan O'Brien, Stiles Stilinski, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Dave Hodgman, Mitch Rapp, Thomas, Joel Dawson.
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Imagines with pictures and gifs...
For this imagine, let's just assume that the boys and girls play matches together and aren't separated by gender lol 😂
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Stiles Stilinski
(Y/h/c)—your hair color (Y/l/n)—your last name
Stiles and his best friend, Scott, were taking a break from their training while you played a match on the field. They stood at the side, watching the players run around the field, all trying to fight for the white ball that sailed smoothly through the air.
You wore your favorite number 12 jersey that you requested your dad, Coach Finstock to give you since 12 was your all time favorite number. He had to ask another player to switch number with you but who could reject the coach's daughter?
You jumped up into the air and held your stick up, letting the ball to land right in the net of your stick. That move had already caught Stiles' attention, he had his eyes fixed on you. He patted the Alpha's shoulder, pointing at you direction.
Then with lightning fast reflex, you dodged an incoming opponent swiftly, turning away, with the lacrosse stick in your hand, trying to prevent the ball from dropping out. Sprinting towards the goal as fast as you could, you tilted the stick and pulled it back, aimed at the net and hurled the ball towards it with all your might. The goalie didn't react quick enough, missing the ball by just inches. With shocking accuracy, the ball shot into the net with a swish and dropped onto the ground. You were the best player of your team, obviously, since your dad has been teaching you the sport since you were a kid. All of the girls, and even most of the boys couldn't stand a chance against you.
There was a loud beep of the whistle.
You removed your helmet, your (y/h/c) hair sticking onto your face as sweat drenched your body.
You were the new kid and you decided to join Beacon Hills lacrosse team because you had a huge interest in the sport.
The two boys gawked at you, incredulous at your stunning lacrosse skills. Stiles' jaw dropped, amazed that a girl could play so well.
"Isn't she the new girl? Uhh (y/n)? Or something?" Stiles asked.
"Mhm. I heard that she's coach's daughter. Maybe that's why she can play so well." Scott explained.
"Hey Scott, I bet you can't win that girl at lacrosse. She's literally a legend." Stiles commented.
"I'm an Alpha." Scott stated the obvious.
"I know. But still. She'd kick your ass if you didn't have your little werewolf powers. And even if you did have them, your ass will still be kicked."
"You like her don't ya?" Scott, being a werewolf, sensed Stiles eagerness and infatuation for you.
"Uh-huh." Stiles blinked, watching you take off your gloves.
Suddenly, you turned to look in their direction, making eye contact with Stiles. The teen werewolf nudged his friend's elbow. "Hey, she's looking at you. Go say hi."
