i thought i published this e e

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Baseball Jersey ~ Scott McCall // Teen Wolf

Request / Ask Question Here
Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Last Name
POV - Point Of View
Plot: You left your gym kit at home so the coach makes you wear one of the boys lacrosse jerseys. And nothing else.
Word Count: 1,528
Disclaimer: I published it first on wattpad for Kian Lawley but I thought it wither fitted Stiles or Scott more so I changed up bits and posted it here. So I haven’t stolen this off anyone, its my own idea and writing.
~Somewhat based off a true story (Don’t ask)


“L/N where’s your kit!” the coach yelled through the locker room in her normal loud manner, making voice me jump slightly and stop the conversation I was having with my friends. The girls and guys have different coaches for the most part but Finstock actually likes me. This devil; not so much.

“Well I thought I packed it" I started, spinning on my butt to face coach whilst still sitting down on one of the changing benches.

She shook her head and jogged off only to come back with something in her hand, forcefully she threw it at me, I leaned backwards as I caught it.

“Wear that and the shoes your wearing now” she gestured to my white trainers before leaving the room. I flattened out the fabric to see that it was one of the boys lacrosse jerseys.

“What about shorts?” I called after her,

“This isn’t a thrift store L/N” its official. I hate her.

I groaned and stood up, stripping myself from my clothes as everyone either returned back to their conversations or snickered at me.

I was the last person in the changing room, I was tying up my hair and looking at myself in the grubby school mirror. The jersey was maroon and white and went down to my middle thigh, unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to wear my jeans during gym, so I resorted with only wearing my underwear underneath and believe you me. I feel extremely awkward, naked and an extreme hatred for my gym teacher.

I sighed in annoyance at my uncooperative hair and let go of it, leaving it open and letting it do its thing. I walked out of the changing rooms and out the main gyms into the school halls, quickly passing all the blue lockers and rooms. I jogged out of the school building and around to the baseball courts where I was supposed to be.

“Only you can pull of a guys jersey” Malia said to me as I joined her, Lydia and Kira. She threw me a bat, I rolled my eyes.

“Just hope the wind doesn’t start blowing” she laughed at me before slinging her arm around my shoulder and leading me towards the already commenced game.

.   .   .

The game was almost over and I was standing around and waiting for my name to be called and finally it did but before I could walk over there Lydia pulled at my arm, “don’t look now but the guys are passing us” great! just when I thought my life couldn’t get any better!

“L/N LETS GO!” Coach yelled from the opposite end of the bleachers, smirking at me evilly before averting her eyes back down to her phone that was resting on top of her clipboard.

Scott’s POV

Me and the rest of the boys in our year were walking back to the locker rooms, past the girls who were playing baseball. For some reason girls played more baseball then lacrosse. I was in a conversation with Liam when Stiles nudged my shoulder.

“Look at the batter” I turned my head to see a girl swaying her bat with her left hand as she walked over to the batting box, her back facing me. She was wearing one of our jerseys and she actually looked good. I watched as she brushed her hair over her shoulder showing off the jersey number. Number ‘11’.

I smirked. That was my jersey.

“Damn look at those legs” the douche of our generation yelled over to her, she turned her head and smiled sweetly before showing him her finger. Me and Stiles laughed at her reaction. “L/N FOCUS” the coach yelled out of know where.

Wait. Y/N L/N was wearing my jersey! I’ve known her since grade school and she’s never shown her legs but on another note she looks really good. It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t attracted to her; pretty much everyone in this gym group was attracted to her! I mean she’s Y/N.

“Scott you’re staring” Isaac slapped my shoulder,


“STRIKE 1” the baller yelled. I stopped along with most of the other boys to watch her play.

I watched her intently as she gripped harder onto the bat and suddenly a loud thud echoed through the court as she wacked the ball. Before I even knew it I started cheering. Y/N and along with everyone else stared at me making me turn a tinge of red.



Did I actually hit that? A loud cheer sounded from behind me. I turned back to see the one and only Scott cheer for me which made butterflies erupt and I’m pretty sure I turned red. “L/N START RUNNING” I snapped out of it and started running as fast as I could, I felt my legs burn a little as the dust lifted off the floor and graze against my bare leg skin painfully. The ball was being thrown around like crazy from the other team which made me run a little faster.

I was almost there, as I ran to the last stop (?) someone caught the ball and raced against me to get me out, everything felt like it was in slow motion as I got closer.

The next thing I knew I was lying on the floor along with the runner on top of me.

“fuck” I muttered feeling not only my legs in pain but my body -mostly my shoulder- as well.

“You alright” the girl on top of me said through deep pants as she stood up, holding her hand out for me to grab which I gladly took.

“Yeah, a few pains but I’m alright, how about you?”

“A few scratches but I’ll live” she wrapped her arm around the back of my waist and I slung my arm around her shoulder loosely.

Scott’s POV

I cringed as Y/N and a girl from my homeroom collided together and fell onto the floor. That looked like it hurt! I felt my eyes turn red and a protective feeling wash over me but they both got up together and slung their arms around each other like good sports, ignoring the mixture of laughing and worried expressions.

The coach didn’t seem that interested which enraged me. “L/N FOUL! THIRTEEN LAPS ACROSS THE FIELD NOW!” Everyone started protesting loudly (mostly, me, Stiles, Liam and Isaac) but it didn’t work. Y/N patted the girls shoulder and started jogging, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of this unfair punishment.

“What a bitch” Liam referred to the girls coach.

At least we all know something; the girls coach is a bitch and has it out or Y/N.

.   .   .

Everyone including the coach left a few minutes ago yet I stayed on the bleachers watching Y/N run.

“She’s gone” I called to her and instantly she stopped running and sat down on the floor, her back pressed against the lowest bench of the bleacher. Quickly I jogged over to her and sat down next to her, listening to her pant and her fast heart rate.

“I hate coach” she said through her panting, I chuckled.

“You okay? That was quite a collision you had” she shrugged her shoulders,
“I’m fine, but these laps aren’t helping”
“I swear coach is out to get you” she looked at me and cocked her eyebrow

“Really, I’m 100% certain I’m her favorite student” she said sarcastically. We both stayed silent, the only noise was her panting which soon went back into normal breathing.

“You look good in my jersey” I said still looking at her even though she wasn’t looking at me.

“This is yours?” I hummed a yes.
“Sorry, I forgot my kit and coach threw me this”

“You don’t need to explain to me” As perverted as I sound my gaze went down to her legs to see red marks by her ankles. I stood up from my position and sat back down next to her legs, putting my hand on her ankle where the red marks were practically glowing, she hissed at the feeling of me trying to heal her.

“Scott stop its fine, they hardly hurt”

She shooed my hands away and smiled reassuringly, but I ignored her gently wrapped my hand just above her ankle once again. Watching as my veins turn black. After a few seconds she pulled away.

“Thanks Scott” she smiled before scooting closer to me.
“Are you wearing shorts?” she instantly turned red and I laughed.
“Was it obvious?”

“No, well it is now” If it was even possible she went redder and pulled my jersey lower down. I chuckled and went back to her side, feeling more confident and wrapping my arm around her shoulders and one and caressing her knee. She smiled and came closer, putting both her legs over mine lightly and her hand placed on my stomach making my heart beat go fast as well as hers.

We sat there for what felt like years in comfortable silence. A feeling of warmth flooded my body.

“This is nice” she whispered.
“Yeah it is” I whispered back.

FanFic Recommendation: Part 2

A while ago, I made a list of all the fanfic authors/ stories that I have read and enjoyed and thought I would do another one as some have appeared over time! 

First off: 

‘The Choices that Define Us’ - by Melancholy’s Child- When the author says ‘slowwww burn’ in their description, boy do they mean it. This story has me wishing it was updated everyday (but of course i know that isn’t sometimes possible’ but it is the ultimate story for E/C’s relationship building up. You go through layers of trust, of understanding, of love and realisation. Beautiful story. 

Blackbird’ - by @spooky-mormon-hell-dream - My dear Spooky has started publishing a modern take on E/C ‘s love story. Set in a hospital setting in modern day Chicago. It’s a very in depth story, Spooky really digs under the skin of both characters, with intricate inner monologues for both. A very good read that has me appreciate the work and research people will go into to deliver a fantastic story.

Unsung’- by @wheel-of-fish Such an interesting take on the story. I’ll put the description from their story here: ‘Christine Daaé has spent eight months imagining what she might say to the Opera Ghost if she ever saw him again. Now he is here in her flat, quite by accident, and the fact of the matter is that she can no longer speak.’ So, grabs your interest, right? It is a very well thought out story, dynamic and dramatic… and a little sensual but that’s all part of a growing relationship, right? 

That’s it for now…. But i have to give a special little mention to ‘TheAuthor1996′. Admittedly, the stories can sometimes be a little rushed and far fetched but boy does the author pump out the short stories! Another interesting fact i learnt was that the author is actually autistic and struggles with punctuation and there is the odd spelling mistake… But i find it admirable that they still continue to publish their stories for one reason… This was a note left before one of their chapters and i just wanted to share it with you:

I write for enjoyment and my dedicated readers. I am no J. K. Rowling. I am no William Shakespeare, Gaston Leroux, Jane Austen or Charles Dickens but this is my story! This is Fanfiction.net - It is a place to spread your imagination and your inspiration. When i ask for reviews, i simply want to know if people like the storyline. I don’t want hate. I don’t want negativity. I just want to share my love for reading and writing. 

I wrote the last sentences in bold because this is what fanfiction is about! It is about creating a story and sharing with people because you love the characters so much, you love the storyline so much and so does everyone else! And as TheAuthor1996 says, it is a place to spread your imagination and inspiration. And i wholeheartedly agree! 


okay but like, what if careers were houses?

like marketing/commerce is def a slytherin thing cause you’re manipulating people into giving you money for product. i.e. shark tank/dragons den is just a bunch of slytherins judging people and dabbing their bills on their faces to wipe off sweat. also every good marketing scheme is to trick u into buying into something !!!!! like when was the last time you saw golden arches and thought “ba da ba ba baaa i’m lovin it” so much im shoving this big mac into my mout- wait how’d u get here

and as my friend stated publishing is filled with hufflepuffs (from her personal experience being in a publishing course and interning) i.e. i went to a online magazine launch party with her and all her publishing friends that had live poetry readings and ive never seen a group of people more excited about words in my entire life- truly the most pure of them all

and like being a chef/cooking is definitely a gryffindor thing like you cant convince me that gordon ramsey isn’t a gryffindor but baking/being a pastry chef/ sous chef is 100% ravenclaw. idk about u but cake wars is absolutely bananas and half those cakes should not have made it to the judges table without toppling over!!!!!!!!!!!! 

like you can’t tell me that chopped isn’t a gryffindor competition some bored muggle-borns put together and the pure-blood wizards got involved b/c cook? but no magic? and cut-throat kitchen is when the slytherin muggle-borns were like hey what if cooking? but the challenges r worst? and the gryffindor muggle-borns were like eh why not? and for some reason alton brown is there

Uma certa cena do último episódio da 2ª temporada de BnHA caiu na minha frente e as coisas tomaram um rumo inesperado, hahaha!

Este desenho já tinha sido publicado no meu twitter há uns dias, mas gostei tanto da idéia dele que achei melhor passar-lhe um pouco de nanquim e postá-lo aqui também. Decidi manter o jeitão de rascunho, e é por isso que os cabelos do Sero e do Kirishima estão tão estranhos…

A certain scene from the last episode of BnHA’s season 2 fell in front of me and things took an unexpected turn, hahaha!

This drawing had already been published on my twitter a few days ago, but I liked the idea so much that I thought it best to pass a little ink and post it here too. I decided to keep a sketchy way, and that’s why the hair of Sero and Kirishima are so strange…  


“you guys are our inspiration and we love you from the bottom of our hearts. thanks for sticking with us through the ups and downs and, we’ll be back for you guys, so keep on waiting for us, saranghaeyo~" 

        — Kevin Woo