and while i was making it she decided to score two goals

Okay but why couldn’t they still have played Quidditch during Goblet of Fire?

I understand that the champions probably wouldn’t want to deal with that while also competing in the tournament but it’s not really fair to everyone else to just cancel Quidditch for the full year.

What about the 7th years who wanted one last shot at winning the Quidditch Cup?

What about the 2nd years who were excited because they could FINALLY try out for the team?

But more so the 7th years, I mean no one even told them “btw we probs aren’t gonna have Quidditch next year so make this year count” like that’s actually really shitty.

And I understand that they needed the Quidditch field for the third task but there’s only like 5 games a year, you could’ve done them a little earlier and still had time to use this thing you teach called magic to grow the damn maze!

OR EVEN BETTER, instead of having the House Quidditch tournament, have the schools play against each other. I mean 3of the 4 champions are kick ass Seekers so why not?

OR BETTER YET have each of the champions form a team using anyone they want

Harry just asks the Gryffindor team to play with him and they use Ron to replace Oliver like in OOTP and at first he’s really nervous but then he gets his nerves on track because there’s NO WAY he’s losing to Krum after he took Hermione to the Yule Ball.

Cedric decides to try to get the best he can from all of the Houses, though the majority of his team is still Hufflepuff because he knows how they play and likes how they work together. He does find a Beauxbatons boy that makes a great Chaser though.

Karkaroff insists that Viktor only use the boys from Durmstrang (because he’s probably a misogynistic little shit) and he doesn’t really care because he’s the best Seeker in the world. Even if he just lost the Quidditch World Cup to Ireland, it’s IMPOSSIBLE that he wouldn’t be able to catch the Snitch before the other team got too far ahead.

And then there’s Fleur, who has never played Quidditch before but suddenly there’s a 13 year old red-haired Hogwarts girl asking her if she can be on her team because “I’ve been practicing with my brothers’ brooms for years and I’m actually quite good but I won’t be able to make the Gryffindor team for a few years” and Fleur agrees as long as Ginny helps her find some other teammates and gives Fleur flying lessons. Ginny accepts the offer and, in Holyhead Harpies fashion, sets out to put together an all female team because females are very unrepresented on the other teams. Ginny and Fleur ask two Bulgarian girls to be a Beater and Chaser. One of Fleur’s Beauxbatons friends is the other Beater, and Ginny asks a fifth year from the Hufflepuff team (who Cedric didn’t choose) to be the third Chaser, as well as Cho to be their Seeker. She insists that Fleur be the Keeper so that she doesn’t have to worry as much about not being steady on a broom.

Instead of all of the teams playing each other, they do it tournament style. Harry and Cedric’s teams go first. Ron is a nervous new Keeper and let’s quite a few balls in before he makes his first save and suddenly he’s on a roll. Cedric’s team has gained a substantial lead by now, but Harry spots the Snitch and just barely grabs it before Cedric (Fred and George are pleased since they’re still not over the Hufflepuff victory the year before when Harry was attacked by the dementors).

Fleur and Viktor’s teams play next. The girls have 3 superb Chasers that are scoring constantly. Every time Viktor’s Chasers make it to Fleur’s end of the pitch, they get distracted by her flowing silver hair and tend to miss without her having to do too much (which is good cause even though she’s better she’s still not QUITE comfortable on a broom). Viktor frantically searches for the Snitch because if he can get it soon they’ll still be able to pull ahead but then the Beauxbatons Beater hits a Bludger right at him and in the moment it took him to dodge it, Cho had spotted the Snitch and already had her hand stretched out to grab it. Before he could even reach her elbow she had the tiny ball held tight in her fist.

The losers of the first round face off for 3rd and 4th place. Viktor, with a sore ego about getting beaten to the Snitch in the last game, catches it within 20 minutes. Cedric laughs the whole thing off and gives Viktor his congratulations, but he now has a harder drive to win the Triwizard Tournament.

Everyone is anxious for the Potter/Delacour game. Fleur knows that Angelina, Katie, and Alicia won’t be effected by her the way the Durmstrang boys were, so she trains even harder to keep up with the rest of her team. The game is underway and it’s neck and neck. Both teams have three excellent Chasers, causing the Quaffle to change sides constantly. Ron and Fleur are both highly nervous, but still manage to block most goals. Fred and George know that Ginny is the other team’s best Chaser, but can’t find it in themselves to try and knock their 13 year old sister off her broom. The Durmstrang Beater doesn’t have any such obligations, and aims a Bludger at Alicia as she’s speeding down the pitch towards Fleur. It hits her in the ribs and she is escorted down to Madame Pomfrey. Now that Fleur’s team has the upper hand, they start pulling ahead. Harry and Cho are playing rough searching for the Snitch, trying to psyche the other out by flying in their path. Harry notices Cho following him and decides to dive as though he’s seen the Snitch somewhere near the bottom of the field. He’s surprised when he doesn’t see her dive after him and looks up just in time to see her catch the Snitch 50 yards away. Everyone heads back towards the ground, the girls have a group hug because never in a million years did they think they were ACTUALLY going to win! Harry breaks through to shake Fleur’s hand and tells her “good game”. Fred and George are staring in astonishment at their little sister because “What the hell, Gin? Where did you learn to fly like that?” while Angelina is nearby cursing the fact that they can’t have 4 Chasers on the Gryffindor team.

In the end, Dumbledore allows the teams to throw a party in the Great Hall. Some Hufflepuffs make flower crowns for Fleur’s team to wear as the winners. A hush falls over the Hall when the doors open and McGonagall comes in. They expect her to yell at them for being too loud, but instead she walks over to Fleur and hands her the Quidditch Cup because she “won it fair and square” but explicitly states that if she does not return it to her by the end of the year “I will go to France and take it from you myself”. The Hall bursts into laughter and applause.

anonymous asked:

Can i request for a bad boy serpent jughead jones and the sweet girl next door betty cooper fiction and maybe with a steamy make out session scene? Thank you!

So the story is slightly AU. Jughead never attended school in Riverdale, never was friends with Betty and Archie, as a matter of fact they didn’t even know each other. No murder ever happened, Betty was never pinning over Archie. I also made some other small changes that you’ll notice upon reading. Plus, I made Reggie a Serpent too, for no reason really, I just wanted him to be Jughead’s childhood best friend in this universe. :p Last but not least, Betty turned out to be extremely feisty while I was writing this; she is still a sweetheart in pastel colors but her character is a tad more Betty Cooper in episodes 12 &13. I hope that’s ok! Thank you for requesting, dear anon! Enjoy, lovelies! ❤️
(Okay, this is 34 pages long. I don’t even know why, I don’t even know what I have written in so many pages. I apologize in advance for that mammoth length. Warning: turns mildly smutty but definately hot and heavy at the end.)

P.S. Because this is too long, I have put it under a “read more” so if you are on mobile the story gets cut halfway through. Here’s an AO3 link if the tumblr app doesn’t work for you. :)

Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams

  • Part 1/3: But Mama, I Want a Bad Boy

Southside Elementary School was a rare example of fine architecture in the small town of Riverdale. Rebuilt at the outskirts of town, after a disastrous fire caused by a minor during a prank gone wrong a couple of years ago, and squeezed between Southside Kindergarten and Southside High, it looked nothing like the two crumbling, cement colored buildings on its sides that lacked any learning motivation. It was modern, pure white with splashes of green and purple and it brought a fresh air of change, a promise that maybe the next generation of Southside kids would not have the ominous fate of their ancestors.

The Serpents had outdone themselves with the construction of the of the building, hiring Fred Andrews and his crew – one of the few people that wasn’t driven by discrimination and always agreed in doing business at the south side of town – and wasting a large amount of money from their infamous Serpent vault to create a place appropriate for shaping young minds. Maybe that’s why sweet and always optimistic Betty Cooper smiled every day at three o’clock sharp when her sneakers would hop up the marble stairs of the buzzing with life building. Because it was proving her right; Serpents would do anything for their children, just like any other parent on a prestigious office job. Serpents weren’t the monsters everyone thought they were.

Her excuse for walking all the way from their quaint north paradise to the disreputable south district five days per week was something that Betty always found fascinating; volunteering. Nurturing and caring by nature, she was constantly filling her free time with activities that offered assistance to those needed; taking care of stray cats and dogs down at the animal center, gathering food supplies and clothing for the homeless at their local church, being an annual blood donor, being proud cofounder along with her best friend, Veronica Lodge, of the two years now successful female empowerment club, Girls Speak Louder, at Riverdale High. And when senior year came and she needed a bigger challenge, something to bring her out of her good girl comfort zone, a tiny announcement had caught her eye, stuck on the bulletin board at the center of her high school corridor; Volunteers needed at Southside Elementary School.

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I wasn’t going to bother uploading this since it’s in the zine, but then I remembered I wrote a crack fic to go with it. It’s under the cut.

Warning: I know nothing about soccer. I know nothing about writing.

Rated T for minor cussing lol

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My Babygirl-Part Nine

My Babygirl masterlist

“Ohhh.” Dean slightly winced as he watched you ram into the girl who had the soccer ball so that you could steal it. At nine years old you had this sense of fearlessness that Dean took credit for. He couldn’t help but cheer with the crowd as you broke away from the others on the field and headed straight for the goal. He watched as you score for a second time that game, thus solidifying the victory for your team since there was only ten seconds left in the game.

He stayed at the soccer field for a few more moments but after watching you leap into the arms of who you thought was your father he decided to leave. As he walked away Dean turned back one more time and couldn’t help the proud smile that overtook his face as he saw your teammates swarm around you; some hugged you while others gave you high fives.

“That’s my girl.” Dean said as he turned back around, walking away from you.

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Sam and Dean sat in the very back of the recital hall to avoid any attention their presence might cause. They knew that only two people there would know who they were but since it was a private event they weren’t looking to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves.

It took everything Dean had to not fall asleep during the other performances but as soon as your name was announced Dean snapped awake. He watched proudly as you stood next to the piano in your concert dress before sitting on the bench.

The brothers were amazed at how you played; neither expecting a Winchester to have such talent. As you finished your final piece Dean almost burst out with applause but stopped himself when he realized how much attention he would cause to be ripped from you and given to him. Instead he clapped with a large smile on his face. 

Dean didn’t know anything about playing an interment, but for being eleven years old he thought you were amazing. When the concert ended Dean couldn’t help himself from passing by who he figured out was your piano teacher.

“Y/N, your student. One of the best performances I’ve seen from someone her age.” Dean said to the teacher. The elderly woman smiled and nodded her head.

“Oh yes, Y/N has amazing promise. She’s one of the best, and sweetest, students I’ve ever had the opportunity of teaching.” She kindly replied.

Dean simply nodded his head before turning to follow Sam out of the building. A large grin was on his lips, “That’s my babygirl.”

“Dean you have to be calm. You’re gonna gain a bunch of attention if you keep freaking out like this.” Sam tried to reason with Dean who was barely listening to him.

Dean had a routine every morning he woke up. He’d make himself some coffee as he went through the local reports for the town you lived in, just to make sure nothing supernatural was near you. Then he’d check your school’s website to see if anything important was happening, Sam had even hacked into the school’s records so Dean could check your grades. After this Dean would go through your social media sites. He would then follow up by glancing at the local hospital records, just making sure you weren’t there.

Was this routine obsessive? Yes, but Dean wanted to ensure that you were safe. Otherwise what was the point of him staying away?

Normally there was nothing that concerned Dean, that was until this morning when he saw the hospital records stating that you had been admitted with appendicitis.

As soon as he saw that Sam and Dean took off like a bat outta hell for the hospital you were at. Two hours later the brothers were parking the impala and Sam was holding Dean back to prevent him from making a scene inside of the hospital.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this Sammy.” Dean said as they rode the elevator up to the pediatric wing of the hospital where you would reside.

“I know Dean; but it’s what best for Y/N.” Sam sadly replied.

Stepping off the elevator the brothers checked in at the reception area, posing as two FBI agents who had escorted a thirteen year old girl with appendicitis to the hospital who just wanted to make sure she was okay. They were given your room number and they quickly walked towards it, stopping as soon as they could see the window into your room.

Dean felt a weight lifted off of him as he saw you sitting there with different wires attached to you but you still had a smile on your face. A young boy, who Dean assumed was your younger brother, sat next to you while Y/M/N and Ryan were sitting on a couch, laughing at something you had said.

“Oh babygirl, don’t scare me like that again.” Dean whispered to himself as he rubbed his forehead.

Part Ten

Surprise (William Nylander)

So I got a little carried away on this one and it’s really long. I hope you like it though! 

Requests are open!

Warnings: Hint of bedroom smexiness? 

It had finally happened. After a drought of over 50 years, the Stanley Cup had found its way back to Toronto. The final buzzer had just sounded in game seven overtime because your husband, the one and only William Nylander, had scored the winning goal. The family members were working your way down to the ice as the stadium shook with the cheers of the sold-out Toronto crowd.

You made it down to the ice just as the players finished the handshake line. Blurs of blue zoomed past you as the celebration continued. Occasionally one of your fellow WAGs would get snatched by their player prompting you to laugh at their startled screech.

You were doubled over laughing at Sydney’s face when you were whipped off your feet and twirled around at what felt like 95mph.

“Willy!” You yelled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Stop spinning me!!” He stopped spinning and before you could regain your bearings he had bent you back and and kissed you. You lost yourself in his lips until he pulled you back up.

“We did it. We won!” His eyes were bright with excitement and his smile took up his entire face. “We actually won the Stanley Cup.”

“I know!!! I’m so proud of all of you!” You pulled him into a hug again. “Especially you! Willy…you scored the winning goal. The winning OT goal. Do you realize that?!”

He looked at you for a second. “I did, didn’t I?” You nodded your head and then he picked you up and swung you around some more. “I can’t believe it!!!” You laughed and just enjoyed celebrating with him and his teammates, your second family. You smiled as you saw Ema, Auston’s mom taking about a million pictures while she simultaneously wiped tears from her eyes.

You took a tip from her and pulled out your phone to take a bunch of pictures of the smile on Willy’s face. It was an expression you wanted to remember forever. When he picked up on what you were doing he turned it to selfie mode and took a bunch of pictures with you. Before you knew it, the Stanley Cup was being brought out and when Willy was handed it you had to stop the tears from flowing at the look of joy on his face.

When he finished skating his lap he came back over to you. “Are you going to come out with us?”

“No. I’ll head home. That’s more of a team thing.”

“You sure? The guys wouldn’t mind…”

“I’m positive baby. Have fun. Don’t get too drunk. I have a surprise that matches this blue waiting for you.” You ran your fingers along his jersey.

His eyelids lowered a little and he bit his lower lip, making a face you had decided was his “certified sexy face”. “Do you want to describe it to me? Paint me a little picture?”

“I don’t want to give too much away…it does that all on it’s own.” He groaned a little bit and pulled you closer to him. “I love you Mr. Nylander. I am so proud of you.”

“I love you, Mrs. Nylander. I won’t keep you waiting long.” He pressed another long kiss to your lips before he skated you back to the tunnel so you could start on your way home. “Be safe. Text me when you get home.”

“I will. And you be safe, too. See you when you get home!”

~Three Weeks Later~

“The Cup…the Stanley Cup…is gracing the Nylander household tomorrow. Can you believe it?” Willy had been in a good mood all month. And it rubbed off on you. The two of you hadn’t fought in weeks and were constantly smiling and laughing. It was like your honeymoon had started again. You were enjoying it…a bunch.

“I’m so excited. Have you decided what you want to do with it yet?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his front to your back with his head resting on top of yours. “Maybe swim…go to dinner. The next time we win we can put our baby in there.”

“You planning to win again?” You asked as he swayed the two of you along the floor.

“Back-to-back. We’re coming for it again.” You gave a light laugh and he turned you around to look into his eyes. “You didn’t say anything about the baby….”

You gave a light shrug. “Well, we’d have to get started pretty soon if we wanted to be able to put a baby in their next season. They need time to develop.”

“You wanna get started now?” He put on his Certified Sexy Face and pulled you closer.

“Well…I would. But I just put some buns in the oven…wouldn’t want them to burn.” You shot him a wink and then pressed a kiss to his nose before skipping to the kitchen. You heard him sputter and then start to chase after you.

“Y/N! Come back here!” You laughed before taking off. What Willy didn’t know was that there was no reason to get started on baby making. Since you had not one, but two victory babies already cooking. He wasn’t going to find out until tomorrow, though. You had a surprise planned.

You answered the knock on the door that came promptly at 9am. Willy was still asleep and it would give you time to set everything up. As you welcomed the Stanley Cup into your home you smiled at it’s babysitter. He made himself at home on your couch once the Cup was placed on the table. You offered him a cup of coffee and showed him the way to the bathroom before excusing yourself to go get the supplies necessary for your surprise.

You grabbed the two positive pregnancy tests, onesies, and an ultrasound picture from the hall closet. You draped the outfits on the bowl part of the cup and crisscrossed the tests so the picture was propped up. You snapped a few pictures and then headed upstairs to wake up your husband.

“Willy! It’s time for you to get up! Sir Stanley is here for you!” You were practically bouncing with excitement as for once in his life he jumped out of bed and practically sprint down the stairs.

“Are you serious!? Oh my gosh!! Y/N! The Stanley Cup is in our house!!!” You raced after him with the camera recording, hoping to catch his reaction to your grand surprise. You rounded the corner a split second after him.

He was walking over towards the cup trying to figure out what was sticking out of it. You watched his eyes widen and mouth drop as he connected the dots. He picked up the picture and made some incoherent noises.

“Willy?” You questioned a smile wide on your face. “Are you ok?”

“What’s this?” He had a breathlessness to his question.

“A surprise. Are you? Surprised?”

He blinked a few times. “This means what I think it means? That we’re going to have a baby? This isn’t some joke is it?!”

“Actually…” You watched his face start to fall. “We’re having two babies.”

“What?!” He did a double take of the ultrasound picture and then raced to you wrapping his arms around you. “How long ago did you find out?!”

“I took a test last week and I went to the doctor on Monday. I wanted to surprise you. I know we can’t put our kids in there yet…but I thought this would be a close second. Are…are you happy?”

“I’m ECSTATIC!” He yelled. “This is the best day ever! Not only do I get to hang out with the Stanley Cup, but I just found out that I am going to be a father! To twins!”

He grabbed you and kissed you hard. “I’m so excited! You promise to still think I’m beautiful when I look like a hippo?”

“Baby, I will always think you look beautiful. I love you.” He did a little dance. “When can we tell people?”

“They recommend waiting a few months…but you’re not very good at waiting for anything. We can tell them now if you want? At least our immediate friends and family?”

“Yes!! But first…let’s eat breakfast…with the STANLEY CUP!!” He grabbed your hand and tugged you along. This was going to be the best day…week…month…year…ever. And you were so glad you got to spend it with your family. The Stanley Cup was just an added bonus.

My best friends brother || Brett Talbot Imagine

Request: I would like to request ! Brett x reader. Something along the lines of Y/n being Liams little sister and Loris best friend . Y/n like 16 and Brett is like 18 . And it’s kinda like the the song “my best friends brother ” by Victoria Justice Oh and Thank uuu!

Word count:2702

A/N: I got a little bit carried away with the request. I hope you still like it , I put in a few mor aspects to make it more interesting. If you want to, I will do a second part, which is more like the song.


„Are you coming to the game tonight?“, Liam asked while you were doing your homework. „Yeah, of course Lori comes as well and it is against Devenford Prep! Oh, and also I’ll stay over at Lori’s afterwards.“

„Lori could stay here tonight and not the other way around“, your older brother told you with slight annoyance in his voice. You knew it was because of Brett, you thought they would be cool by now but Liam still did not like him. But you on the other hand liked Brett a lot, he was always very kind to you and there was just something about him that made you feel very attracted to him.

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Someday: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (Part Two)

Lin was an ‘almost’ for you eight years ago. Unknowingly, you signed on to stage manage his new project “In the Heights” as it traveled to broadway. Can you handle reliving the memories?

A/N: Ahhh! The second part is here! Get ready for a heck of a lot of fluff and angst. I’m really proud of this one y’all.

Special Thanks to @fragmentofmymind and @desperatepenguin722 who are freaking awesome and agreed to read this before I posted it.

Tags: @ruth-hamilton-delrio (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Part One / Part Two 

The next few weeks were like flipping through an old yearbook and revisiting old memories, both good and bad. You and the rest of the ‘In the Heights’ team had decided to do a final workshop to finish up the casting, which meant you were working non-stop until that day arrived. Broadway was approaching.

You and Lin were constantly having dinner together, laughing at stupid inside jokes from when you were in high school, and everyone around you knew that the two of you had something that was hard to replicate.

“This is the cast,” Lin breathed, looking down at the list at the end of the workshop. They had just had a fantastic run. Even though the show wasn’t anywhere close to being finished, you could feel the energy it was supposed to have.

“They really were fantastic,” Tommy replied, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. “That guy Javier could be a great understudy for Usnavi.”

You were taking notes on their conversation so they could refer back to them later, when something Lin said made your head snap up. “Y/N, what do you think?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked you what you thought.”

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B99 + Hogwarts AU headcanons

So I saw @jcobperalta​​‘s Jake & Amy Hogwarts AU photoset earlier and was spurred on a headcanon making spree with my friends. (Shout out to @nothingobscure​ and @sallydonovan​!) Behold:

Houses & Quidditch:

  • Jake’s a Gryffindor. He costs them about 50 points every few days for his class tardiness, pranks, and other shenanigans, but he’s still super competitive about winning the House Cup. It works out because he’s a chaser of their Quidditch team and always tries really hard to score enough goals so that they win even if the opposing team’s Seeker catches the Snitch. 
  • Charles is supposed to be a Hufflepuff, but he begs the Sorting Hat to put him in Gryffindor with Jake. The Sorting Hat concedes.
  • The Sorting Hat has trouble deciding if Amy should be a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin, but ultimately decides on Ravenclaw when Amy tires to bring out her Reasons I Should Be In Ravenclaw binder.
  • Terry’s a Hufflepuff. He’s one of the beaters of their Quidditch team and serves as captain for a year or two until he has to step down to accept the role of prefect. 
  • When Terry gets appointed as Head Boy, he decides to become a reserve player because: “What’s going to happen to the school if something happens to me out on the pitch?! Terry loves Quidditch, but Terry also loves being alive enough to lead my fellow students!” Half the season goes by before he realizes that someone always takes one for the team and gets “injured” so that Terry gets sent out to play. 
  • Gina’s a Slytherin but somehow always knows the password to the other House’s common rooms. She gets offered the prefect position but turns it down so she has time to focus on her real passion: dance.
  • Rosa’s a Gryffindor and plays as one of their beaters. The entire school is afraid of her, even the Slytherins. She would’ve been put in Slytherin except she threatened to tear the Sorting Hat into shreds if she weren’t sorted into Gryffindor.
  • Hitchcock and Scully are also in Gryffindor, but they’re like the Dean and Seamus to Jake and Charles’ Harry and Ron. 
  • Holt is Head of House for Ravenclaw. The Headmaster has to have a conversation with him after he sets an unsolvable riddle (about islanders and see-saws) at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room. 
  • The Vulture doesn’t go to Hogwarts. He goes to Durmstrang but visits Hogwarts every year or so when his headmaster comes over for a meeting. He makes it a point to make a grand entrance into the Great Hall and then insults every single person there. 

Family Heritage:

  • Jake’s a half-blood. His dad’s a wizard, and his mom’s a muggle. Roger walks out on them before teaching Jake anything about magic, so Jake knows almost 0 things about Hogwarts. 
  • Gina is also a half-blood except her mom’s a witch while her dad’s a muggle. Growing up, she tries to teach Jake some of the magic she learns about from her mom, which is not very much because Darlene is busy working most of the time. 
  • Amy’s a muggle-born, but she knows way more about Hogwarts than any of her classmates because she read Hogwarts: A History at least five times before the school year started. 
  • Terry’s a sympathetic pure-blood who looks out for all of his half-blood and muggle-born friends. He almost loses his prefect badge after being caught about to punch someone for calling Amy a mudblood. 
  • Charles is a pure-blood, but he’s absolutely fascinated by muggle cuisine. “Did you know they actually take time and energy to cook this stuff instead of just using magic? I mean, come on, guys. You have to try this.” He only manages to convince Terry that yogurt is amazing. 
  • Nobody knows anything about Rosa’s family.


  • Charles is bad at almost every class, but he’s somehow really good at Potions because it’s just like cooking. Only Charles can make Polyjuice appetizing. 
  • Hitchcock and Scully almost fail Potions because they keep trying to eat the ingredients. 
  • Gina is the first to master the Patronus Charm because she needs to show everyone that she is one with her spirit animal: the wolf. 
  • Charles’ Patronus is either a cow or goat, and everyone’s really confused about how excited he is over this. He proceeds to tell them about strange muggle delicacies. 
  • Jake is a terrible test taker, but he’s amazing at the practical aspect of their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
  • When they get introduced to a hippogriff during their Care of Magical Creatures class, Jake gets badly injured after forgetting to bow. Gina is the first student to get approached by the hippogriff, which only makes sense because “naturally, it recognizes that I am the higher being here.” 
  • Holt has his version of the Slug Club except it’s a lot more inclusive. He invites all students to come join him for dinner once a month. They’re really weirded out at first when they find out that dinner consists only of nutrition bricks, but they stay to hang out anyway because Holt’s husband is their super cool Muggle Studies professor, Kev. 
Do I? - Jamie Benn (Part 2)

A/N: I was super nervous, but I really wanted to write a second part of this and I just kind of left it open for a third if you guys like it. I hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 1840

Warnings: mentions of fighting and alcohol. Mild swearing.

Part 1

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I open my eyes and immediately shut them. The room is spinning around me and my head is pounding. Okay body, I get it, I didn’t need the last appletini… or the last three.

I sit down, my eyes still shut and I rub my temples, trying to get my headache to go away. I open my eyes and I’m blind for a second until they adjust to the light that comes in through the window. I’m sitting on the couch at Alyssa’s place; Emily and Brit are peacefully asleep next to me. I groan, my head is killing me, and I walk to the bathroom looking for some advil.

“Give me some of that, (y/n)” someone whispers behind me when I finally find the container in the bathroom cabinet.

“Here” I say, giving Al a couple pills “Cheers” and we both swallow the medicine.

“I’m never drinking again” Marta says from the bed and I smirk. It is always the same old tale: we go out, drink too much, extreme hangover, I’m never doing this again and repeat.

“Whatever you say, Mar” I answer and I give her a pill.

“Thanks, (y/n)”

I walk back to the living room, putting the medicine container on the coffee table and grabbing my phone from my bag on the floor. I have a text message.

Hey beautiful. I got you five tickets for tonight’s game. Good seats.


I smile, remembering what happened last night. Did I really meet Jamie fucking Benn? Ugh, someone pinch me.

Hey. Thanks, that’s so incredibly nice of you.


I don’t have to wait long before he texts back.

It is my pleasure. Good night?


I smile and type back an answer.

I’m never drinking again.


Immediate answer.

Like I have never heard that before. That bad, huh?


By this time I’m smiling like an idiot.

Going to a hockey game is probably the worst idea ever.

I tease him. A couple minutes go by and I’m worried I’ve screwed up. I was just joking. I rub my eyes when I hear the sound of a text message.

Don’t stand me up. Gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight. Your tickets will be at the box office, just tell them your name.


I send him back a goodbye and lock up my phone, my mind racing. I can’t believe that this is happening to me. I’ve had a crush on Jamie Benn since he started playing for the Dallas Stars, but I’m not the kind of girl that goes to the bars players go to and throw themselves at them like they are Gods. I am the kind of girl who thinks she is not pretty enough for them and it is happy with seeing them at hockey games. Wasn’t I wrong?

“Earth to (y/n)” Emily says and I snap back to reality “who were you texting with?”

I shrug and they know it isn’t my mom.

“Oh no…” they say and start chuckling “you are blushing”

“No, I’m not”

“Oh yes, you are” Brit says and I try hide my face with a cushion “You were texting a guy”

“And not just any guy… you were texting Jamie Benn” and all of them laugh while my face turns red.

“What are you two talking about?” Alyssa tries to grab my phone from my hand and I give her a dirty look.

“He was telling me about the five tickets for tonight’s game that he has left for me at the box office” I tell them and I can see their jaws drop “so I guess I have to find another four people to come with me…”

“We are going to the game tonight?” Marta asks, getting on her feet.

“Who says I am taking you?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“You are kidding… right?” Emily looks at me and I can’t keep a straight face.

“Yes, I am kidding. Who else would I want to take with me?”

“Bye girls, I need to go get ready” Marta walks out the door before we can even say goodbye.

“I thiiiiink I’m gonna go too” Brit follows her.

“Did I say Fashion Week instead of hockey game?” and Em, Al and I laugh.

When I get to the main entrance of the American Airlines Center everyone is already here. Everyone is looking good in victory green and I smile. I’m wearing my Jamie Benn jersey; it is the reason of why I am slightly late. I was debating on whether wear or not, I don’t want to look too desperate.

“Hi, I’m (y/n). Jamie Benn has left tick…”

“Yeah, here they are” the woman says, handing them to me. “Best seats in the arena. Enjoy!”

Best seats on the arena? Her words keep going around in my mind while we walk to the door and hand the man our tickets.

“First door in and all the way down. Enjoy” he indicates us and I smile politely.

We make our way to the seats and realize that the lady wasn’t kidding, first row seats right by the penalty box. A girl around our age is waiting for us there.

“Hi, you must be (y/n)” she says to me and I nod “Food and drinks are included with your tickets and Mr. Benn has asked me to tell you that you are expected in the locker room after the game”

“Uhh, thank you” I stumble with my words and she just gives me a nod and a smile and leaves.

“This is amazing” I hear one of my friends say, but I don’t really follow the conversation as the Stars make their way to the ice.

Jamie comes out last, but his eyes are quick to scan the area until they land on me. He smirks and I give him a shy smile. The Stars warm up and my friends are about to go crazy and jump the glass to get to ice.

“Girls, play it cool!” I whisper to them and they look at me for a second before sitting up straight and pretend they are not interested at all.

I shake my head, my eyes back to the ice when I see Jordie, Tyler and Jamie looking straight at us and my cheeks heat up like crazy.

“They are looking at us” Emily says.

“Play it cool, girls, play it cool” Brit mocks at me and I give them a dirty look.

The game starts and we are definitely not playing it cool, we are screaming and cheering and booing and chirping. We are on full hockey mode. The game is rough, lots of hits and checks that are uncalled until I hear a whistle and look back, a fight breaking on the ice. Of course, Antoine Roussel is involved in it, fighting a guy who has nothing to do against the player with more penalty minutes in the NHL. The refs are taking both of them to the sin bin when two pairs of gloves fly out and two players are going at it when the puck isn’t on play. Punches are flying and the fight is rough when I see the 14 on the green jersey. I’m pretty sure I go white, because my friends shake me a little to get my attention.

“Hey, (y/n). He is a big boy, he is gonna be fine” I can just nod.

They both fall down the ice and I can see the blood on the ice, I can’t even react as everyone gets on their feet and give Jamie an ovation while he skates right to the locker room after being punished with a 12 minutes for fighting and other penalties.

“Your boyfriend is a feisty little thing” Emily says and I roll my eyes.

The game is scoreless at the end of the first period and we sigh. Deciding to get some food and try to calm down. When the players come back to the ice I see Jamie skating right to the penalty box. He looks at me and I do the same for what it seems like forever until I shake my head, letting him know that I’m not ok with him fighting like that and he winks at me. After three minutes Jamie is allowed to go back to the ice and he skates out of the penalty box as fast as he can, stealing the puck from a defenseman and skating by himself to the net, where he shoots and scores. We don’t even have enough time to celebrate, because thirty seconds later he scores a second one.

“We want a hat trick, Jamie” my friends are screaming beside me and I can’t help it but to laugh.

Second period ends with a two scores lead and everyone cheers. Marta and Brit go get supplies for the last period and I try to relax on my seat when I get a text.

I hope you are enjoying the game


I smile, typing a quick answer since I know he won’t have much time to see it.

Idk, this crazy dude beat the shit outta someone


I can almost see him smiling typing down

I bet you liked it


Not really, I’m worried. He might be hurt.


I get no answer, but I hear the people cheering and I know the team is back on the ice. The third period starts and there isn’t much action until the very last minute when the Bennguin connection starts working and Tyler and Jamie pass the puck between them and going all the way to the net. Jamie has a clear chance to score, but he passes the puck to Tyler and he scores.

“He could’ve had a hat trick” the man behind me says in disbelief and I can’t stop but to be mad at him for giving that goal to Tyler.

The Stars win and we make our way to the locker rooms. We have no idea of where we are going and by the time we get there many players are outside talking with their families and friends on the hall. We stand there awkwardly, making small talk until I see Jamie walking off the locker room and walking towards me. I decide to meet him half way.

“I am fine” he tells me before I can say anything “bruised knuckles, you should’ve seen the other guy”

“You are an idiot” I say, looking at his knuckles and then at him.

“For fighting?”

“And for not getting that hat trick” I remind him and he smirks.

“Maybe next game” He says and I roll my eyes, “but I didn’t want to spend all my luck on the ice”

I look at him like he is crazy and gives me a little hit on my chin.

“I need the rest of my luck to ask you out” he whispers and I blush furiously. “Say yes?”

“You are definitely an idiot”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes Jamie, it is a yes”

Otayuri Hogwarts au!! Established relationship btw

Yuri Plisetsky strode out to the Quidditch pitch, broom in one hand and bat in the other. It was the first game of the season for the young Slytherin and he couldn’t be more excited. He had been a first string Beater since his second year and now it was his fifth year. He had four years of Quidditch under his belt yet every he walked out onto the pitch he felt as excited and pumped as he did his first time. He smirked with confidence as he looked at the other team that they were facing today.Gryffindor. He knew they were a good team but he thought that his team could beat them. They train hard everyday and their captain and other beater, Mila Babicheva, was always keeping on top of them to make sure that they were in the best shape.

He scanned the crowds in search for his boyfriend and Hufflepuffs Seeker , Otabek Altlin, who had promised that he would be at the game. Sure enough his eyes landed on him in the stands next to other Hufflepuffs, giving him a thumbs up. The blond returned it and got ready to mount his broom when he saw the referee/defense against the dark arts teacher/head of Slytherin,Professor Nikiforov, bring the whistle to his lips to his lips to signal the start of the game. The snitch and bludgers were released and soon the quaffle was in the air and the game had begun!


”Yuri Plisetsky, The fairy of Slytherin,smashes a bludger into Katherine Adams and she drops the quaffle, which is picked up by Sandra Canning of Slytherin!” Professor Chulanont said through the speakers. Yuri gritted his teeth at the ridiculous nickname he had been given. Sure he was smaller than the average beater and he didn’t have the most masculine of looks but he hated it being brought up. He zoomed over to the closest bludger and whacked it straight at the announcer’s booth. Professor Chulanont ducked just in time to not get his face smashed in. “Amazing accuracy from the fai-ahem. From Yuri Plisetsky of Slytherin” Yuri snickered as he went back to focusing on the game. They were up 50 to 30 but they needed the snitch to win.Georgi was doing a good job of keeping the goal, searching the crowd for Anya after every save he made.An hour in he saw his own Seeker and Gryffindor’s Seeker speeding towards the same direction, the snitch. The Gryffindor Seeker was clearly ahead so Yuri quickly smacked a bludger in their direction, throwing the Gryffindor Seeker off their course and allowed his own Seeker to catch the snitch. The final score was 230 to 50. Yuri whooped in celebration and did a victory lap around the pitch. When he finally landed, Mila scooped him up and raised him above her head. He struggled as she carried him off.

When they finally got to the changing rooms she put him down and he huffed as he changed out of his Quidditch robes and into a set of muggle clothes since it was Saturday. He put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a leopard print hoodie. The blond wasn’t feeling like going to the party the house was holding in celebration of their win. It was too noisy, the music always sucked and someone always brought fire whiskey and dealing with drunk assholes was not his idea of a fun night. He decided to walk around the grounds for a while. He walked down by the lake and sat next to a tree by the shore and scanned the water, his mind wandering to all sorts of things like quidditch, school work he should be doing and what his cat, Alina, was doing. Lost in thought he didn’t notice the three sixth year Gryffindors that were creeping up on him till one blocked his view.
“What the fuck do you want, assholes” he said as he looked up with a sneer. The three of them were all taller than him. One had dirty blonde hair that was a complete mess like he had never heard of a comb in his life. Another one had longish black hair and had it in a ponytail. The last one also had black hair but it was cut short and was slicked back by way too much gel. The gel obsessed one was clearly the leader of this bullshit gang because he stepped forward and was the one to speak.
“You pulled a bitch move out there, ‘Fairy of Slytherin’, hitting our Seeker like that.” The greasy haired leader said, using air quotes around Fairy of Slytherin. Yuri rolled his eyes as he stood up and crossed his arms.
“Listen here, fuckstain, if you had actually watched the game you would have seen that I never hit her and if you fucking knew anything about quidditch you would also know that the Beaters job is to fucking hit people.” He huffed glared at the leader.
“Did you guys hear that? The little kitten here is trying to be tough to us.” The other two snickered behind him. “He’s trying to roar at us lions. Keep to being a cheating snake, would you?” He grabbed the front of Yuri’s shirt and reared back his fist. Yuri had his wand halfway out before he heard a familiar voice shout. He turned his head towards the voice and saw Otabek jogging over to them with a very pissed off look on his face. The idiot squad must have noticed it too because the leader let go of the Slytherin’s shirt and all three of them backed away.
“What’s going on here?” Otabek questioned with his arms crossed.
“Oh um nothing! We were just having a friendly talk right guys? We’re just gonna uh go.” All three speed walked back to the castle and Yuri huffed.
“Beka you didn’t need to save me I was going to handle it.” Yuri smoothed out his shirt and put away his wand.
Otabek snorted a that. “I know that but you would have handled it by royally fucking them up with hexes and gotten yourself expelled. You’re welcome.” He ruffled the blond’s hair and kissed his cheek. Yuri blushed a bit at the sudden display of affection.
“Yeah yeah thanks or whatever.” Yuri grabbed his boyfriend’s hand as the two of them started making their way back to the castle. “Hey what would you have done if your muscles and scary eyebrows didn’t scare them off?”
The Hufflepuff rolled his eyes. “I would have threatened to give them detention. I am a prefect after all.”
Yuri bumped the seventh year with his shoulder. “You’re no fun,” he joked.
Otabek placed a hand that was previously in the Slytherin’s grip on his chest in mock offense. “And here I was going to suggest we did a mock duel when we got back to the castle but I guess if I’m no fun…” he trailed off and started to move away.
Yuri jumped on his back to keep him from walking away. “There is no way in hell you are going to tempt me with a mock duel then just walk away, jerk face.” Otabek laughed nearly causing him to drop Yuri.
“Yura holy shit calm down. It was a joke.” Yuri simply huffed in reply and kissed Otabek’s temple.
“You’re lucky your cute” he said before resting his chin on Otabek’s shoulder as the other carried him to the castle
Professor Katsuki was startled away from the papers he was grading by a loud knock on his office door. “Oh uh yes come in,” he said as he straightened his papers. Yuri and Otabek walked into the transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor’s office with Yuri leading.
“Hey Professor Katsudon could you be the supervisor for the duel that me and Beka want to have?” he said gesturing to the Hufflepuff.
“Why would you two want to duel? You have been such good friends for a while now and you seem to have a wonderful relationship! Are you sure there isn’t another way to settle your dispute, whatever that might be?” Professor Katsuki said quickly, looking nervously at the two students. Yuri scoffed and was about to reply with a snarky remark before Otabek cut him off.
“Thank you for your concern, sir, but we simply want to have a practice duel. Think it would be beneficial to both of us a learning experience since there is never much practice of it” Otabek said in his best prefect voice.
“That actually sounds like a valid reason. But why didn’t the two of you ask your own heads of house?” Professor Katsuki questioned.
Yuri crossed his arms and replied before Otabek could stop him. “Nikiforov is an over excited idiot who has the attention span of a goldfish and Giacometti is ridiculous. You’re nice-ish and our last option.”
“Um thank you, Yurio. That was nice? I’ll supervise your duel. Let’s go then!” Professor Katsuki said as he stood up and smoothed out his robes. He lead the duo down to the duel room and let them in. Yuri smirked as the two of them got on the dueling platform and took out their wands. The pair bowed and turned to take their steps with their wands held up. Professor Katsuki announced the duels start and they both turned around with lightning speed.
“Expeliarmis!” Yuri shouted before Otabek could get a word in. With the Hufflepuffs wand now gone, Yuri did a quick body binding spell, winning the duel.
“Woo! Haha I finally won! 15 lost duels and I finally kicked your ass!” The Slytherin pumped his fist and Otabek, who was still under the effects of the spell could only foundly roll his eyes. Professor Katsuki quickly did the reversal spell on the seventh year and Otabek got up with a groan.
“Yeah yeah good job, Yura.” He gave Yuri a thumbs up and Yuri mirrored it. It was basically their signature handshake at this point. A signal of trust and love. Yuri let out one of his rare bright smiles.
“I know!” He said walking out to the great hall for dinner, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Otabek put his arm around Yuri’s shoulders and pulled him in closer, his thumb lightly rubbing the other’s shoulder.
Professor Katsuki smiled and shook his head slightly at the blossoming of young love before him.

@altisetsky finished the editing! I’m thinking of starting a full fic based off this starting from Yura’s first year. What do you guys think?

Adam Henrique - Oh Baby

Originally posted by keeklee

Adam kissed you softly on the forehead after he laid his bags down by the front door. He was off on another long road trip with the team, the second one this month. You could tell he really didn’t want to leave you and it was making you miss him already. 

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this here and now with you is how - an mmfd fic No. 21

First of all, lovely anon, thank you for asking.  It’s been a long six months of me trying to write anything, and your ask gave me a direction to go in, so ta very much. I think this is a much happier concoction than my usual fare.  I hope that’s what you were hoping for.

In the interest of full disclosure “she’d start an argument in an empty room” isn’t mine.  I heard it on telly and it struck me as exactly the way Finn would have thought about her, so I’m borrowing it.  As soon as I can remember which show it was, I’ll properly credit.

I cannot state loudly or often enough just how vital @how-ardently is to you seeing any of this.  She is amazing and I couldn’t do it without her. If it turns out that no one else likes this thing, I will be forever sustained by the little gleeful noises she made during our editing session. Erin gives great squee.

Much love and thanks to @bitchy-broken for some pertinent information, mainly pickled onions and Peugeot 205’s.  Turns out, Finn’s favourite is Dawn’s favourite too. Who’d have thought! Thank you darling girl. xo

The title comes from the Cure song, This. Here and Now. With You. from the album 4:13 Dream. 

I haven’t tagged anyone, save to thank those who helped, because interest seems to be waning and I don’t wish to assume.

I thank you for your interest. xo

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Is There a Goalie In the House? (Alex Galchenyuk)

Anonymous said:

First your writing is amazing. Second, Could you please do an Alex Galchenyuk imagine where he is dating a female hockey goalie and she surprises him at one of his games by being announced with the team during line up or something? Maybe some fluff? Thank you!

Word count: 2398

Author’s note: I don’t often enjoy my writing, in terms of me reading it again after I’ve written it, but I really enjoyed this one. This goes out to all my ladies out there. You can do anything, so long as you think you can.

Originally posted by b-gallagher11

You were a little self-conscious about dating Alex. You loved him, of course, but it was just weird to you to be dating a hockey player when you, yourself, are also a hockey player. You worry that people think you’re dating him to get a spot on the team, or other such fears. Even though you know they’re baseless fears, you can’t help but to worry at least a little bit.

Alex, however, thinks it’s totally hot that you’re a hockey player. He thinks it’s even hotter that you’re a goalie. Goalies are the ones who take all of the hits and carry their teams on their backs. Alex loves how tough you are on the ice, how you never flinch, no matter how many pucks you face on a given night. He always jokes how you could beat Carey in a shootout easily. Although you’d never tell Alex, you’d love to play on the same team as him, one day. Even though you know that it’s obviously never going to happen, you can’t help but to dream.

That is, until you get the call.

You’ve just gotten dressed in your street clothes after a really productive practice. The team worked really hard today and you all feel ready for the game tomorrow. As you gather your things into your bag, you notice your phone start to go off. Even though it’s not saved in your phone, it’s a number from the Montreal area, so you answer it. You always worry that if you don’t answer the phone, it’s going to be from a trainer or a hospital telling you that Alex is hurt.

“Hello?” You answer, waving goodbye to your teammates as you head out of the locker rooms.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” A deep voice asks. Your blood runs cold, assuming the worst.

“This is she. May I ask who’s calling?”

“(Y/N), this is Coach Julien. Let me just start off by saying that Alex is perfectly fine.” You breathe a sigh of relief at his statement, letting out a shaky laugh.

“You know hockey girlfriends too well, Coach. What’s the reason for this call?” You ask politely.

“Well, Montoya’s sick and he’s not going to be able to play tonight. Our emergency goalie’s wife just had a kid, so he’s on leave, and we can’t get anyone from St. John or Brampton up here fast enough. Would you be able to fill in as backup goalie tonight?” Coach Julien asks hopefully. Your eyes widen as you silently squeal.

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The Bet

The Bet

It was a couple of hours before the Super Bowl and Billie felt like she was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. She and Chris had arrived in Houston a few days ago and it was hard for her to keep up with his manic energy. Chris was on cloud nine because his precious Patriots were on the verge of winning their fifth championship ring. 

And since they didn’t bring the baby that weekend, he wanted to party his ass off. But Billie felt like a third wheel because he was spending most of his time with his brother Scott and last night he went out with Jeremy Renner to the Super Bowl pre-show concert. But as luck would have it, he had also sprung for her parents to join them for the big game. Yet when she picked them up from the airport, she hated that her mom was bombarding her with questions about the baby. And she explained that Leila was better off with Chris’s family so they wouldn’t screw up her sleep schedule.  

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Tom Wilson Imagine - Chapter 15



Tom’s POV:

One Week Later


Today was huge. I was picking up Y/N’s parents from the airport to surprise her. Her mom and dad had decided to fly into the city after the break in, just to see her and make sure that she was okay.

“Tom!” A woman shouted from the baggage claim area where I was waiting. “That’s you, right?” She laughed as she walked over to me. She had Y/N’s eyes, so I knew it was Brenda.

“Mrs. Y/L/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” I said as I grabbed her suitcase and pulled her in for a hug.

“Please, sweetheart, call me Brenda.” She answered as her perfume rubbed off on my shirt.

“Mr. Y/L/N, pleasure to meet you, sir.” I said, kind of nervous to meet her dad.

“You too, Tom. Thank you for taking such good care of our girl.” He said, shaking my hand and giving me a small hug.

“Absolutely.” I responded. “My car is out this way, I was thinking we could stop by Georgetown and pick up Y/N from her class, grab lunch and then I’ll get you guys to the hotel? But if you’re tired now I can take you to the hotel and we can meet you guys a little bit before the game?”

“You are so sweet to plan all of this.” Her mom said as she grabbed my arm as I lead them to my car.

“I try.” I laughed.

“I can see why Y/N is so into you.” Her dad, Mark, said.

“I don’t know about you Mark but I’m dying to see her. I want to go pick her up at school.” Her mom said.

“Whatever you’d like.” Mark chimed in from the backseat.

“Alright, off to Georgetown.” I said as I pulled away from the airport.

Driving through the city I made my way, to Georgetown, stopping in front of the same big brick building that I was becoming all to familiar with.

“There she is! I see her! Oh, she looks so beautiful.” Brenda exclaimed from the passenger seat of my car.

“Brenda just stay in the car and let her find us.” Mark laughed.

“Okay, okay,” She sighed. “Ooh! Here she comes!”

“Hi babe—- ah! Mom and dad! What are you guys doing here?” Y/N screamed as she opened the door, not being able to see through my tinted windows.

“Surprise!” Brenda said as she jumped out of the car and hugged her.

“How are you, sweetie?” Her dad asked as he pulled her in for a hug after her mom squeezed.

“I’m good. So much better now that y’all are here. Are you coming to the game tonight?” She asked as everyone climbed back in my car.

“Yes! Tom got the hook up for us.” Her mom laughed from the front seat, rubbing my arm. I smiled and carefully pulled away from the school, dodging college students walking in front of my car.

“I’m so excited. What made you guys decide to come into town?” She asked as she pulled her seatbelt on.

“We really just needed to come check on you after the break in. We just didn’t feel right about not coming into town after that happened. We’re so glad that Tom called us.” Her mom said as she turned around, placing a hand on Y/N’s leg.

“We just want to make sure our little girl is safe and okay.” Her dad chimed in.

I looked back from my mirror to see Y/N’s excited expression fall. Her eyes trailed out the window and her eyes welled up with tears.

“Babe don’t cry.” I said out of habit, forgetting that her parents were in the car. Whenever I see her get upset I just go into protective mode. Nothing hurts my heart more.

“I mean, Y/N – stop. What’s wrong?” I corrected as I cleared my throat.

“It was just so scary.” She began quietly.

“I’m sure it was sweetie. I’m sorry that we couldn’t be there for you. That’s how it is when you go to school far away.” Mark said as he rubbed her back.

“Mark, please.” Brenda yell-whispered to him.

“I’m just really glad that Tom was able to get there. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him,” She continued.

“We are happy he was there too. We’re glad that you have someone to look out for you while you’re here.” Her mom said with a smile as I pulled up in front of their hotel.

“Here you are, guys!” I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thanks for picking us up, Tom.” Mark said as he got out of the car.

“Of course.” I said as I met him at the trunk, helping them with their luggage.

“Thank you so much sweetie.” Brenda said as she gave me another hug.

“Alright, beautiful.” Brenda began, pulling Y/N in for another hug. “We’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll come by and pick you guys up at around 4:15.” I told them as they walked inside the hotel.

“And make sure you’re outside waiting at 4:15 because Tom has to be at the game at 5!” Y/N called after them. I laughed.

“Surprise baby.” I whispered to her as I pulled her into a hug before we got back in the car.

“Thank you for doing this.” She said as she kissed me.

“I rented out a suite for you guys tonight at the game too. It’ll be really special. I know they don’t get out here much.”

“I love you so much. Thank you for doing that.” She said with a smile as I helped her into the passenger seat.



The suite that Tom had set up for my parents and I was incredible. We got the arena at 5, and there was a four course meal waiting for us when we got there.  It was so nice to catch up with my parents and hear about life back in Texas. Two hours of chit chat passed quickly, and the horn sounded as the game began. We made our way to our seats as the puck started to move around the ice. The Caps were playing the Penguins tonight… always a wild game to be at.

“Is that Tom, fighting?” My mom asked as she pointed to the ice. Tom had dropped the gloves halfway into the first and left a Penguins goon with a broken nose and a bloody face.

“Yes mom, Tom is an enforcer.” I laughed.

“How could anyone so sweet just kick someone’s ass like that?” She questioned.

“It’s his job, Brenda!” My dad chimed in. “I like the fact that he can take someone out.”

The first period went on to be scoreless, and then things picked up in the second. Tom scored on the first shift of the second period, erupting cheers and applause throughout the already bumping Verizon Center. His goal boosted morale among the fans and the team, causing him to score once more not even a minute later. The three of us were on our feet screaming and yelling as the goal light went off.

“He’s amazing!” My mom yelled over the cheers as she clapped.

“I’ve never seen him score two goals in one game before. Maybe you’re his good luck charm.” I nudged her with a wink.

“He’s a very good guy, Y/N. Please keep him around. I know he takes good care of you.” She answered with a soft smile.

“He does. I love him very much.” I answered. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, silently telling me how lucky I was to have someone who loved me and wanted to protect me.

The screen inside our suite showed Tom sitting on the bench, his smile still big after scoring his second goal. I knew he was so proud of himself and that he was so excited. I was too. I needed to do something for him. To say that I owed him was a complete understatement. Not only was he there for me in my time of need after we had a bad fight, he let me move in with him, he took complete care of me, and even reached out to my parents to surprise me. Yeah… he needed a surprise of his own.

Hey Carly, remember that black lingerie set you bought awhile back but you never got to wear because you and your boyfriend broke up?


I texted to Carly… realizing how insensitive it sounded after I already pressed send.

Wow, thanks for the reminder. But yes, why?


Could I borrow it? Tom surprised me. My parents came into town and he was in on it. Picked them up from the airport, hooked them up with a suite for the game… the whole enchilada. And he scored twice tonight. I want to “surprise” him if you know what I mean….


Okay, yes I get it. I don’t need details. Could you swing by and get it? My car is in the shop and Ava isn’t here. Plus I want to say hi to your parents.


Yeah. We’ll take an Uber that way after the game. Thank you so much! And put it in a gift bag or something so my parents don’t ask questions… lol


You got it. See you soon you soon!


The third period went on without much action, leaving the Capitals ahead 2-1, thanks to my baby.

A few minutes after the final horn blew, I got a text from Tom.

Hey babe, getting pulled for interviews so I’m going to be a late. I called you guys a car that’s waiting outside. It will take your parents back to the hotel and you back home. I’ll see you when I get back : )


Amazing game, babe. So proud of you. Thanks for the car. See you soon.


I told my parents about the car situation and they followed me outside, where we met a gentlemen in a big black SUV.

“Could you please make a stop at a house in Georgetown? I just need to pick something up.” I asked the driver as we got inside.

“Of course, Ms. Y/L/N. You must be so proud of Tom tonight. What a talented young man!” The driver said as he pulled off into the post game traffic.

“We most definitely are! He is just such an exhilarating player to watch in person!” My mom answered, still on an excitement high from the game.

Their conversation about his skills on the ice continued as I notified Carly of when we would be arriving.

“Sweetie, where is that we are stopping in Georgetown?” My mom asked after she was down fawning over my boyfriend with the driver.

“I just want to stop by the townhouse, Carly has to give me something. She also wants to see you guys.” I explained.

“Such a nice girl. Do you miss with her?” She asked as we crossed the bridge.

“Yes, but – “ I tried, only to be interrupted.

“But she is safer staying with Tom.” My dad chimed in firmly.

“Yes.” I answered with a deep breath, trying not to let my mind go back to the night of the break in.

“Here we are.” The driver said as he pulled in front of the townhouse. Carly was waiting for us on the stairs outside.

“Thank you so much!” I said as I rolled down the window and she handed me a blue gift bag with the lingerie inside. She made small talk with my parents for a few minutes, but I rushed their conversation as I was eager to get home.

“Alright, it was really nice seeing you guys. Enjoy your visit!” She called as she stepped away from the car.

“Thanks Carly!” My parents called to her in unison.

“What’s in the bag?” My mom whispered to me as the driver pulled away, making his way to the hotel.

“Nothing, mom.” I said as I quickly pulled the bag away from her.

She gave me that look like, “I know exactly what you’re doing.”


“Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow? I’ll text you in the morning and we can make plans.” I told my parents as we stopped in front of their hotel.

“Sounds good.” My dad said as he kissed me on the cheek and got out of the car.

“He deserves it.” My mom said, motioning to the bag. “Have a fun night. Be SAFE.” She winked.

“Ugh! Mom!” I screamed, shoving her a little.

“What! I’m just saying. Love you, honey.”

“Love you too.” I said reluctantly.


I thanked the driver and ran upstairs in the apartment complex. I turned on CSN to gauge how much time I had before Tom would be home. He was wrapping up an interview, so he would still need to shower and drive home. I jumped in the shower just to shave my legs. Not allowing my face or hair to get wet, I carefully moved the razor from my ankle to my hip. I stepped out of the shower and moisturized, making sure every part of my body is smooth and ready for his touch.

I stripped out of my plain bra and underwear and stepped into the back lingerie. It wasn’t your traditional bra and underwear set…. It was a one piece lace outfit with a neck line plunging to my belly button. The thin lace barely covered my nipples and showed most of the skin on my breasts. I freshened up my makeup and sprayed on some perfume on my neck.

I returned to the bedroom to find that the after game talk show had taken over CSN. By now, Tom was probably on his way home. Deciding that something was missing from my ensemble, I put on one of Tom’s dress shirts. I picked a white one and rolled the sleeves up just a little. Messing up my hair In the mirror and taking one last look, I heard the front door unlock.

“Babe?” Tom called as he walked through the door.

I slowly got off the bed and walked to the doorframe of the bedroom. “Hi, baby.” I cooed, playing with the buttons on his shirt that I was now wearing.

“So I was thinking about grabbing a drink with the guys to celebrate the win-“ He began, setting his bags down at his feet. He hadn’t looked at me yet. “Oh.” He said as he looked up at me, starting to shoot me that sexual smile that always made me wet. “No I’m not.” He laughed, still staring at me.

“Or, you could just stay in and celebrate with me.” I said as I let one of the sleeves fall off my shoulder.

“Yeah I think that’s a better idea.” He said as he walked over to me. He pressed me up against the bedroom door running his hands down my sides and kissed me intensely. I lifted my right leg and hooked it around his hip, allowing my wet and warm center to press against the side of his leg.

“I like this.” Tom said as he pulled back and ran his fingers against the lace that barely covered my breasts.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. I thought you deserved a surprise.” I murmured as I let the dress shirt slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.

“I like this surprise.” He whispered into my neck as he left gentle kisses on my soft spots. He slid is hands from my waist down as he moved to his knees.

“No, baby. Tonight is about you.” I said sweetly as I ran my fingers through his long hair.

“Shhh.” He smirked as he ran his fingers along my slit over the lace the covered me. I moaned and bent my knees, shooting my hips forward and into him.

“Don’t baby, I don’t want to come just yet.” I winked at him. “I’m so horny for you.” I whined as I tugged on his hair again.

“Those fights turn you on? And the goals?” He asked, still running his hands over my center.

“You have no idea.” I said, still bending my knees to feel his fingers more, as if he was going to enter me.

He ran his hands up my legs as he stood up, letting his mouth stop at my sex. He bit me gently through the fabric, causing my knees to go weak.

“Don’t do that to me. Not yet.” I scolded as I regained my strength and dragged him to the bed.

I threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, sitting on top of his growing erection. I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off of him, running my hands up and down his chest and abdomen underneath his undershirt. I swiftly pulled his undershirt off of him and slightly gyrated my hips on top of his clothes, making him harder and harder.

“Baby,” He got out after a series of sharp breaths.

“Shhh.” I said as I kissed him gently to silence him.

Moving to his pants, I unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, moving myself so I could remove them completely. I did the same with his briefs and freed his erection from confinement. He moved his right hand to his cock, slowly stroking as he looking me up and down.

“No.” I scolded as I moved both of his hands above his head.

“Oh, this is how it’s going to be tonight?” He asked with a sexy smile.

“This is how it’s going to be.” I answered with my bedroom eyes.

“This thing is kind of itchy.” I began as I pulled the fabric away from both of my breasts. “I think I should take it off.”

“Please.” Tom said as he moved his hands to my breasts.

I slowly moved my hair to the side and undid the halter knot that was keeping me covered. I slowly slid the fabric down my body and climbed out of it, placing my center on top of his throbbing length.

“God.” Tom sighed.

“What?” I asked with a smirk.

“My baby is so sexy.” He answered as he pulled me down to suck on my breasts. I let him lick both of them, moaning out in pleasure as my center grew more and more warm. As he sucked, I moved on his dick, not letting it enter me just yet. I moved slowly, just slow enough to drive both of us crazy. I gently bit down on his shoulder as my pussy throbbed against him.

“Fuck me, baby.” He whispered softly as he bit my earlobe.

I took his orders and sat up just a little, allowing his length to match up with my entrance. I slowly slit down, stabilizing myself on his abs. I moaned as he filled me and his hands pressed firmly on my hips, pushing me farther and farther down.

“Ride me.” He begged.

I moved forward and placed several gentle kisses on his lips as my bottom half pulsed up and down on his length. He moaned out in pleasure as I kissed from his neck to his shoulders, picking up the pace. My center grew more wet as we continued, some of my juices making noise as I increased my speed.

“I think your pussy is calling my name.” Tom whispered as his bit at my earlobes.

“That’s the only name it knows.” I shot back with a seductive smirk, sitting upright and moving my hands to his lower abs. Tom placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed as I continued to move faster and faster, dancing on him dick. He bucked his hips into me to increase pleasure as I continue to bounce up and down on top of him. Reaching behind me, I grabbed his balls and massaged as I rode him all the way into oblivion. His breathing grew erratic as he neared completion, taking me by the hips and flipping me over. He slammed into me until we both reach our climax together.

“Scored three goals tonight.” Tom whispered as we collapsed next to each other.

Believe It or Not. Part 14/?

Summary: With tensions increasing between Derek and the rest of the pack, they try to understand why he’s turning other teenagers. In the midst of everything, expectations of one’s self get in the way.

(Based off 2x02 “Shape Shifted”)

“I’m serious. It’s not like the last full moon. I don’t feel the same.” Scott said with reassurance while walking down the halls between his sister and best friend.

“Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people, like me?” Stiles quipped sarcastically. At his comment y/n leaned behind Scott and punched Stiles in the arm playfully.

“Hey!” He shouted grabbing his arm. Y/n just laughed.

“I swear I don’t have the urge to maim and kill you.” Scott laughed along with y/n as they continued walking.

“You say that now, but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there’s a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it’s very stressful on me so yes, I’m still locking you up.” Stiles finished without taking a second to breathe.

“Okay, fine,” the beta gave in, “but I do think I have more control now. Especially with how good things are with Allison.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Oh my god Scott! Yes, we’re aware of how good things are with Allison. You make us aware every 2 seconds.”

Her words barely phased the boy, “they’re really good.” He whispered with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Please just shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.” Stiles chimed in, making Scott look butt-hurt and y/n to continue giggling. They parted ways as the boys entered the boys’ locker and y/n the girls.


Y/n rather quickly dressed in her cheerleading uniform and made her way out to the field. She found a nice, dry spot on the grass to sit down and begin their routine of stretches. Silently, she watched the lacrosse team run laps for warm-up. A jersey she’d never seen before, number 14, caught her eye. He must be a new player.

Time seemed to pass by as she was down to the last 15 minutes of practice. She felt a little bit a sweat lightly run down as she ran through the new routine for what felt like the 50th time. She decided to take a break, walking to the bleachers to grab her water bottle. As she was taking a cool drink, she turned towards the lacrosse field to see her brother practically running over every single person trying to score a goal.

The players were all in one straight line practicing running towards the goal, Scott guarding the goal which was odd since that’s not his position. She watched a few more guys try to run through and score, and each time Scott ran away from the goal and straight at them. Ramming into them and making each of them flip and land on their backs.

“McCall! The positions goal keeper. Not goal abandoner.” Coach yelled at her brother, before blowing his whistle.

Y/n noticed Stiles standing outside the line of players intently watching Scott plow through everyone. Y/n found herself walking across the field until she reached Stiles.

“Hey.” She said rather firmly, grabbing his attention as he turned to look at her.

“You wanna tell me why Scott’s beating down half the team?” She stood next to Stiles, watching as Scott, again, destroyed a poor boy.

“Look it’s fine,” he said holding his hand up to her signaling for her to calm down, which actually just annoyed her more causing her to cross her arms, “When we were in the locker room Scott felt the presence, or smelt, or something but he thinks there’s another werewolf on the team.”

“So… He’s attacking everyone on the team because he knows the werewolf will use their abilities to land and not let themselves get hurt?” She clarified, putting the pieces together.

“Yeah exactly, although no luck so far.” He said as Scott repeated his actions, Stiles and y/n flinching as the player obviously wasn’t a werewolf.

Without them noticing coach had marched over to them, “Stilinski! What the hell is wrong with your friend?”

“Uh, he’s failing two classes. He’s a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline is slightly uneven.”
Y/n didn’t even try to suppress the snort that left her as she immediately put her hand over her mouth to control her laughter at the sarcastic boy’s response.

Coach looked at her as she laughed, finally noticing she was there.

“You, who are you?” He asked pointing at her.

“Y/n McCall.” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Oh great,” coach rolled his eyes, “there’s more of you.” After that he blew his whistle again, and walked away.

“And that’s my cue to leave-” y/n started to walk away but caught herself turning on her heal. They both watched as Scott ran at the last player in the line, number 14. But this time, as the boy flipped in the air, he landed on his feet in front of Scott. Y/n’s jaw dropped in shock.

“I think we found him.” Stiles whispered from next to her. Not taking her gaze off the scene in front of her, she just nodded her head in response.


Just ten minutes after the figured out that the boy who’s the beta’s name is Isaac, the police showed up and arrested him.

Scott, Stiles, and y/n stood together watching him be taken away.

“So they think he killed his own dad?” Y/n asked while watching them drag the boy away, he turned around and made direct eye contact with her as if he had heard her. She turned away immediately, feeling a little bit of fear take over her.

“They can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours.” Stiles said.

“Like, overnight?” Scott replied.

Knowing exactly why Scott was asking he looked at him with an expression y/n had never seen before, “During the full moon.” Stiles confirmed.

“Why would Derek choose Isaac?” Scott asked out loud, not really expecting an answer.

Before anyone could say anything else, they bell rang signaling they had ten minutes to change and get back to class.

“We gotta go.” Y/n reminded, picking up her bag.


They were sitting in their biology class at their lab table that seats three. Y/n in the middle with Scott or Stiles on either side of her.

“Doesn’t being a teenager mean your dad can’t hold him?” Scott leaned forward to look at Stiles.

“Not unless they have solid evidence, or a witness” y/n answered before Stiles could.

“Wait,” Stiles said turning around to the table behind him, “Danny, where’s Jackson?” Now all three of them had turned around and were staring at the poor boy.

“Principals office.”

“Why?” Y/n questioned.

“He lives across the street from Isaac.”

They turned back around, all glancing at each other.

“We have to get to the principal’s office.” Y/n smirked.

“How?” Scott asked.

Stiles and y/n locked eyes, smiling, already knowing what the other was thinking.

All of the sudden, three pieces of balled up paper flew across the room, all hitting Mr. Harris.

He turned around, annoyed. “Alright, who in the hell did that?”

The three determined teenagers all pointed at each other, solidifying their plan.


The plan to get to the principal’s office turned out to be a bust, except for finding out that Allison’s grandpa, Gerard, is the school’s new principal.

He asked that only one of them stay behind to accept the punishment. It couldn’t be Scott, because he had to talk to Derek. So Stiles finally gave in, offering to stay behind.

Scott and y/n pushed open the door exiting the office, and Scott took off sprinting towards the exit.

“Scott wait!” Y/n called after him, breaking out into a run as well.

He ran straight through the two blue doors, only to see Isaac in the back of a police car being driven to the station. He was too late.

Finally, y/n managed to catch up. Doubling over and breathing heavily. Once she caught her breath she stood up, still wincing.

“You know,” she took another deep breath, “I don’t remember you ever being that fast.”

“We were too late.” He ignored her sarcastic statement, watching the police car until it was officially out of sight.

As if on cue, Derek’s car speedily pulled up to the curb.

“Get in.” He said directly to Scott.

“Are you serious?” Y/n yelled back before Scott could.

“You did that! That’s your fault!” Scott yelled angrily, walking down the steps until he was at the window of Derek’s car.

Y/n wouldn’t say it out loud, but she felt a little hurt, and disappointed in Derek. He was the first person to tell her the truth, and she thought she had a friend or at least an ally in him. And now he was going around biting teenagers? Taking their life away from them? He didn’t have the right to do that. She slowly walked down the steps, following Scott.

“I know that. Now get in the car and help me.” Derek demanded.

“No, I’ve got a better idea. I’m gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up.”

Y/n was proud of her brother for taking charge, almost like an alpha would. At least a good alpha. But his last sentence kind of caught her off guard.

“Scott, we can’t afford a lawyer.” She whispered to her brother, but both of them ignored her.

“Not when they do a search of the house.” Derek said smugly, “Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what’s in the house, it’s worse. It’s way worse.”

Y/n heard Scott sigh. Defeated, he opened the door to the car.

“I’m coming too.” Y/n piped up, hopping in the back and buckling her seatbelt all in one quick motion.

Both Scott and Derek turned around to look at her.

“No.” They shouted simultaneously.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at them, it was cute that they were trying.

“Okay,” she nodded, “which one of you is going to drag me out of the car then?” She crossed her arms, staring at them with a smile.

Derek and Scott turned to look at each other. Derek annoyed, but Scott’s expression had turned into a smile.

“She’s coming.” Scott stated, Derek rolling his eyes before pressing on the accelerator and taking off towards Isaac’s house.


Derek pulled up to the house, the brakes screeching as he came to a sudden stop.

“Damn, where’d you get your license? Doggy-Day care?” Y/n said while rubbing her neck.

“You’re fine.” Derek got out of the car, not even glancing at her.

“I think I got whiplash.” She whispered to herself before finally exiting the vehicle.

She followed Derek and Scott into the Eerily quiet house.

“If Isaac didn’t kill his father, who did?” Scott asked breaking the silence.

“I don’t know yet.” Derek replied walking further into the dark house.

“How do you know he’s not lying?” Asked y/n, glancing around the house and taking in all her surroundings.

“Because I trust my senses,” Derek turned around and snapped at her, “and it’s a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell.” He aimed the last statement at Scott.

Scott’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

“You saw the lacrosse thing today? Did it look that bad?”

Derek smirked, “yeah.”

Derek grabbed Scott’s arm and lead him to a door that opened up to a staircase, leading to the basement of the house.

Y/n watched from behind them, not really thrilled about what she assumed was to come next.

All three of them stood there, looking down on what faded into complete darkness. You couldn’t even see the whole staircase.

“You want to learn? Let’s start now.” Derek’s voice echoed down the stairs.

“What’s down there?” Scott asked, fear evident in his shaky voice.


“And what am I looking for?”

“Follow your senses.” Was the last thing Derek said before Scott started taking hesitant steps through the doorway and into the basement.

“What happened down here?” Y/n could barely hear Scott’s voice.

No more creaking from the stairs could be heard, signaling that Scott was finally and completely inside the room downstairs. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest for some sort of comfort.

“Stay here, I’m going to go guide him.” Derek whispered to y/n.

“Wha- really? No I don’t want to stay up here by myself.” Y/n complained moving closer to Derek.

“You being down there will just distract him, you’ll be fine.” Before she could say anything else he was already hopping down the stairs leaving her behind.

She sighed rolling her eyes and moving away from the open door. She walked around the house, looking at photos on the wall in the kitchen, trying to keep her mind occupied. Y/n took a few more steps before she heard something break beneath her foot. She bent down to pick up whatever it was, it looked like it was part of a glass that had broke. Examining it, she shifted her gaze to the wall in front of her. It had a dent in it, she stood up to get a closer look at that too. Once y/n could see clearly, she saw a piece of glass sticking out of the wall as well. The glass had been thrown across the room. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, she knew at that moment a lot of bad things happened in here.


Stiles was let out late again from detention purely just for Mr. Harris’ enjoyment. It was now dark out. As he frantically made his way to the jeep he quickly got out his phone to call Allison.

“Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole fricken time.” The boy babbled.

“Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out.”

“Wait, what guy?” Stiles asked as he opened the door of his jeep and put the keys in the ignition.

“He was dressed as a sheriff’s deputy.” She calmly replied.

Stiles stop moving altogether, rolling his eyes as he put it all together, “They’re sending him into the station for Isaac.”

“I’m on it.” Allison hung up quickly, a devised plan already in place.


She followed the guy sent out to kill Isaac. knowing exactly what streets the car was going to drive down, the girl positioned herself out of sight behind a corner.

She patiently waited until she could see the dim glow of headlights shine on the brick wall in front of her. She placed the arrow in the correct place on the bow, readying herself.

Allison watched as the car drove by and waiting until it was just a little bit in front of her, aiming her arrow towards the back tire and releasing. It wa a direct hit.

She confidently placed another arrow in place. Once the man stepped out of the car, she shot another one right into his calf.

She smirked to herself and called Stiles back.

“Hey, did you slow him down.” His voice echoed through the phone.

“You could say that.”

“All right, I’m headed to the station right now. Scott’s at Isaac’s.”

She furrowed her brows, “does he have as plan?” She asked knowing tonight was the full moon and Scott may still need some help controlling himself.

“Yeah,” Stiles’ voice interrupted her thoughts, “but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don’t really have time for anything better. I’m on my way there now to pick up Derek but I won’t be able to stay.”

“I’ll go there now.” Allison said, hanging up on Stiles’ again.


Y/n continuously paced around the cold, dark house. Her teeth slightly chattering as she shivered, although she wasn’t cold. Just scared. Scott and Derek had been in the basement for awhile, and she still remained upstairs.

Y/n walked back into the kitchen to look at the hole in the wall she had found earlier.
As she was looking at it, a sudden burst of light illuminated the wall make her turn on her heel quickly. It was headlights from as car that were blinding her.

She walked closer to the kitchen window to try and determine who had just pulled up. Only to recognize the familiar blue jeep. She ran outside to see what he was doing here.

Stiles looked up to see the McCall girl standing in front of his car. The light from the jeep making her look even more beautiful. However, he was overcome with confusion to why she was here.

He rolled down the window as she made her way over to him, grasping the the door with her hands and staring at him.

“What are you doing here.” They both questioned simultaneously. Stiles was the one to continue.

“Y/n why in hell would Scott let you come here?”

She tilted her head in confusion at the outburst, “what do you mean?”

“You remember what day it is right? The full moon. What happens when Scott loses control and attacks you? What happens when Derek decides to widen his pack even more and he bites you? You can’t just be running around and going wherever you want.”

She was shocked to say the least, not really understanding where this was coming from.

“And you can?” She sasses back, catching him off guard.

“Stiles you’re human too. Every risk that I’m taking right now you’ve taken everyday for the last couple of months. So don’t you dare sit here and tell me that I should just stay home while my brother and my- and you are out here every night risking your lives for our friends who happen to be my friends too.”

When she finally stopped, face red and breathing heavy, he stayed completely silent. Honestly, he was speechless. He knew everything she just said was right, and that he had no right to make her feel stupid. They just stayed there, locked in each other’s eye contact until the sound of the passenger door opening startled them both.

“Let’s get going, we don’t have much time.” Derek said to Stiles as he buckled himself in.

Stiles wanted to apologize, but it would have to wait. Y/n backed away from the car and he drove off, leaving her standing in the street.

No more than 15 seconds later another car pulled into the driveway that she recognized as Allison’s.

Feeling more calm, she waited for Allison to get out of the car. Once she stepped out, she didn’t waste anytime.

“Where’s Scott?” She asked with worried eyes.

“In the basement,” y/n answered, “here I’ll take you to him.” She started walking back inside the house, Allison right behind her.

Once the girls reached the bottom of the stairs they were met with Scott doubled over, heavily breathing.

Allison began walking towards him, y/n remained in place knowing that he needed Allison right now. The brunette glanced to the duffle bag filled with chains on the ground, knowing what was about to take place.

“Scott, are you sure we have to do this?” She whispered sweetly to the boy.

“Yes.” He huffed back.

“Where?” She placed her hand on his arm.

Both Allison and y/n watched as he glanced back to a large freezer behind him.

Y/n watched sadly as Scott placed himself inside, Allison shutting the lid and locking it. Not before kissing him on the forehead. Y/n couldn’t watch as Allison officially locked it.

“Scott-” y/n started to speak to her brother.

“Just go!” He yelled, almost sounding like a growl.

Y/n and Allison hurriedly made their way up the stairs, neither one of them wanting to be down there any longer.

When they reached the top y/n waited for Allison to get through the door before shutting it completely.

They both stood there for what felt like hours. Silence drowning them both.

“Talk about something,” y/n said grabbing Allison’s attention. She looked up to see y/n staring back at her, “please, anything so I don’t have to think about what my brother’s going through right now.”

Allison smiled, “Okay, sure,” she swallowed, “well, what’s going on with you and Stiles?” She teased slightly.

“Oh god, anything other than that.” Y/n sighed throwing her head back against the wall she was leaning against.

Allison laughed at her reaction, “no, come on, before everything went to hell the night of the dance you two totally could not stop staring into each other’s eyes while dancing.”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, sinking down to the floor in embarrassment as Allison continued to laugh.

She covered her eyes with her hands so she couldn’t see Allison as she let the words fall from her mouth, “We kissed.”

Allison’s jaw dropped, “you what?” Well have you guys talked about it at all?”

“No!” Y/n threw her hands up in the air in frustration, “I’m afraid to. Because just ten minutes ago he was a complete asshole, also he’s probably still in love with Lydia.”

Allison’s shocked facial expression faded into an empathetic smile. “You’ll never know anything until you ask him.”

Y/n knew she was right, so she didn’t say anything back. The room becoming silent until Allison spoke again.

“Okay but I have to ask, was he good?” Y/n couldn’t help but completely lose control and burst out laughing at the question, Allison following suit and doing the same.

Everything was fine, and they were having a good time until Allison lifted her finger to her mouth and shushed her. Y/n stood up from her place on the ground, fear consuming her again.

“Do you hear that?” Allison whispered.
Y/n just shook her head.

She followed Allison into the kitchen, watching her grab two knives, handing one to her.

Y/n gripped the knife with both hands, trying to steady her shaking hands. Frozen still, she watched Allison continue to walk forwards. Then she heard it, a hissing noise.

Glancing up towards the ceiling, she saw- whatever it was- glancing down at her.

“Allison” she whispered with terror lacing her voice.

Allison turned around, but before she could do anything the animal used its long tail to rip the knife from y/n’s grasp. Continuing to wrap around her ankle and throw her on the ground, knocking the air out of her.

“Come on!” Allison shouted at the creature, but it never approached her. It ran away and broke through the front windows of the house.

Allison ran towards her friend on the ground, trying to help her sit up.

“Y/n are you okay?”

The girl struggled to get her breath back, and once she did she looked at Allison with wide eyes.

“What the hell was that?”

(Leave feedback/ questions in my ask hoes)

James Van Riemsdyk (Toronto Maple Leafs)

@carey-pricemas  I know you didn’t ask or anything but I have had this for a while and have been really nervous to post it because I am no where near a writer you are and then I saw you mention me to another blog (THANK YOU FOR THAT BTW!!<3) and i decided to post this for you because I know how much you like JVR!! 

AN: Okay so I am very aware that the leafs were put out of the playoffs this year, BUT for this just pretend that they weren’t and they beat Washington and advanced to the next round.

For the past 6 games the roles had been reversed. Lately it had been James freaking out before games and you had to be the one to help calm him down and assure him no matter how the game ended you would till be his number one fan. But tonight that was not the case. You were a nervous wreck and James appeared to be cool as a cucumber.

“I don’t get why your so worried babe.” You looked up to see James walking out of the bathroom fixing his tie. “I’m not worried.” You mumbled as you continued to play with your Van Riemsdyk jersey. James laughed, a laugh that you haven’t heard since before the playoffs started. “(Y/n)? You look like you just saw a ghost. Are you sure your okay? If your not feeling good I would rather you stay here and get some rest.”

You shook your head and stood up from the bed and walked towards where James was now standing getting is jacket out from the closest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a light kiss to his jaw. “No, I feel fine. I just haven’t heard you laugh like that in a few weeks. It was nice to hear you laugh like that again.”

“Maybe if you told funnier jokes more I would be able to laugh more.” You lightly slapped his chest and rolled your eyes. “I will have you know mister, I am a very funny person.” You said while waving your finger in his face. “Okay, well you can continue to tell yourself that on the way to the arena.”  He laughed as he opened the door for you. Of course not before he could lightly smack your bum as you passed by him. “James!” You squealed, “Don’t do that! What if someone saw that?”

“Well, (y/n) if anyone did see that they would know that your are mine.” James wrapped his arm around your shoulders before leading you towards the elevators where Tyler was standing with his girlfriend Mollie and their son Kanon. “Uncle James!” Kanon yelled as he saw you and James round the corner, Kanon was now jumping out of his moms arms trying to run to James. Once Mollie set him down he made a beeline for James.

“Hey there’s my favourite little man!” James said while leaning down to give Kanon a high-five. “I thought I was your favourite man.” Tyler said as you all entered the elevator. “Dude your kids cuter.” You all laughed. “Auntie (y/n) can i sit wif you tonight?” You smiled, “Of course you can buddy!” “Okay good, i like sitting with you because sometimes you say funny words.” You laughed, during most games you had a tendency to make up words instead of swearing now since Kanon had started taking a liking to you.

The rest of the ride down and to the game you made small talk with Mollie about their wedding plans for the summer, while Tyler and James talked about game strategy. When you arrived at the Verizon centre you could feel the tension in the air and it made you sick to your stomach. Normally you needed to be the calm one for James sake, but tonight you couldn’t do it.

Once the game started it immediately became a very physical and violent game. In the first period at least each team had already had four penalties. The whole first period went scoreless and after that first period I wouldn’t be a surprise if the second period became more violent and physical. Halfway into the second period Kanon decide that now he wanted to sit with you. Kanon talked to you about everything and anything. You helped him find Tyler out on the ice an d cheered with him when Toronto got the puck and booed Washington when they had the puck.

A few minutes after the scheduled tv commercial break Toronto could not seem to get it out of their end, it wasn’t until there was a line change Kadri was able to shoot the puck out of Toronto’s end to where James was after he came off of the bench after a line change. “Oh my gosh! Go James go!”  Just as James crossed the blue line into Washingtons end, on a breakaway, one of Washingtons players came up behind James and tripped him.

You stood up with Kanon still in your arms, “WHAT IN THE FUUUuuuu-RRRRICKITAY FRACK WAS THAT!” You could hear Kanon laughing in your arms. “MOMMY! Auntie (y/n) said a funny word again!” A blush rose to your checks as you turned your attention back to the ice to see that James was getting a penalty shot. “Fuckin right.” You muttered under your breath. “Mommy now she said a bad word.”

You turned to Molly and handed Kanon back to her, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay I’m sure that he’s heard much worse for Tyler after game.” She said laughing.

You heard the whistle signalling that  James could go and turned your attention to the ice. “Go James!” You could feel your hands shaking and everything felt like to was in slow motion as he moved around Holtby and shot the puck top shelf. You couldn’t think of anything else to do other the to jump up and down with the rest of the WAGS. “Oh my gosh no I think I can start breathing normally again.” You joked and some of the other WAGs that herd laughed along agreeing.

As the second period came to a violent end with a line brawl, You texted James a quick “wait to go text” knowing he wouldn’t read it until after the game.

When the third period began you took what you said about the second being violet as Washington became more aggressive wanting to tie it up at one. You didn’t even realize that the end of the third period had came to an end until the final buzzer went and all the leaf boys jumped off of the bench and skated towards Freddie. All around you was the WAGs celebrating. All you could think of was how it was James who had scored the game winning goal that advanced them to the next round. Damn you are so proud of him.

Shortly after the arena had started to clear out you and some other girls made your way down to the locker rooms to congratulate the boys and let them know you would be heading back to the hotel early and would meet them there.   When arriving you could see James in the middle of an interview, you patiently waited of to the side for him to finish up. When he was done he must not have noticed you standing there because he turned back towards the locker room.

“James!” You yelled trying to get his attention. He turned around and saw you, his smile grew wider as he made his way over. James stood in front of you and leaned down and kissed you lightly. He reached up and placed his hands on your cheeks deepening the kiss. You relaxed and wrapped your hands around his neck, tangling your hands through his hair. You pulled apart smiling. “I knew you could do it baby, I am so proud of you!”

He placed a light kiss on your forehead. “You sound like my mother, not my girlfriend.” You laughed and wrapped your arms around his torso. Knowing this moment, it wouldn’t last long.

“James!  You have someone else that wants to do another interview.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a second.”
“I’m gonna head back to the hotel with the girls. I’ll see you back there when your done here.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too.”

**James POV**
When i finally got back to the hotel room it was well after two am. When I got in the room I could see that (y/n) was asleep on my side of the bed. I went over and could see she still had her glasses on. I carefully took them off and presses a kiss to her forehead before going to change in the bathroom so I didn’t wake her.

When I came back out she was now awake and checking her phone. “Did I wake you?” She nodded slowly still half asleep. “Sorry.” She shrugged. “S'okay. Now come on I wanna go back to sleep.” I nodded and crawled into bed bringing her tight to my body so her head was resting on my chest.

“Can I ask you something?”
She moved her head so she could see me better. “Yes?”
“How many kids do you want?”
She tilted her head confused. “Where is this coming from?”
“Tonight seeing you with Kanon made me think about starting a family with you.”
“Two…or three… or four… maybe five. I don’t know I never even thought about it that much before until now.”
“I want at least four.”
“Then four it is. But not tonight I’m to tired so don’t get any ideas Van Riemsdyk.”
“I wasn’t!”
“Okay sure. Goodnight James.”
“Goodnight (y/n). I love you.”
“I love you too.”

I could hear her breathing start to become steady as she slowly fell asleep next to me. Damn do I need to get a ring soon.

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What do you think are the most important Stydia moments that shaped their relationship to how they are now?

These are not in order of importance, but in chronological order. Because it was easier for me to identify them that way. Beneath a cut because ya girl is verbose, u kno?

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