Stiles x Reader
Requested by Anon
Normally you’d cheer for Stiles, it had been a tradition since forever, no matter what one of you was doing the other would cheer you on. But today you didn’t feel like cheering. Stiles spotted you as he went to take his shot and smiled to himself, you were his lucky charm but as he swung to score you stayed utterly silent.
“Stilinski, we’re aiming for the goal not the carpark!” Finstock yelled at Stiles.
“Yeah s…sorry coach.” Stiles mumbled as he glanced up at you.