just to be clear i mean getting scored on

Auston Matthews #6

PART TWO

Soooo this wasn’t requested but I got some inspiration from @mystupidlovesongs‘s PT series, so huge shoutout to her cause she PT series for the pens is seriously one of my favourite imagines out there!! Check out her stuff!! But yeah, hope y’all liked this and I’m trying my hardest to get to all my requests right now thank for being patient :))

Word Count: 2,254

Originally posted by at-hannabunton

“Go leafs go!” The arena was back at it again, cheering loud and hard for their team as the third period began. Down by one and full of adrenaline, you watched as Willy was quick to jump over the board and had Auston on his heels as Martin got back to the bench. Once they had possession of the puck, they were off. 

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After Hours - Yang’s Perfect Score

Hello again! So it took a while to get to the next one of these, but this is an idea that came to me a few days ago and it’s mostly just about how amazing Yang Xiao Long is. Honestly, the more I write her and think about her, the more I realize that Yang is really the best kind of person. 

Anyway, thank you for reading and for the support on the previous two pieces - it really means a lot and these are so fun to write and just clear my head with. Without further ado - I hope you enjoy :)


If she had come out of the bathroom a second later, she probably would have missed it. Instead, Blake was privy to the sight of Yang with a piece of paper in her hand, her scroll in the other as she took a selfie with a huge smile on her face. It wasn’t even a typical Yang Xiao Long smile. This one was more…innocent and childish. Almost giddy – it looked quite nice on her, but Blake had no idea where it had come from.

The smile vanished a moment later when Yang realized she’d been caught. The lights were low in their room as night continued to settle in over Beacon. Ruby and Weiss had raced off to the library – Weiss furious over a low by her standards score on a surprise history exam. She’d sworn to spend her entire night studying and they’d learned early on in their time as teammates that if Weiss said she was going to stay up all night studying, odds were she would.

That’s why Ruby had gone with her, determined to make her come back to the room before curfew so she wouldn’t end up sleeping in the book stacks again.

Freshly caught and suddenly blushing – Blake was extremely intrigued by her partner who quickly tucked the paper away and threw her scroll down as if it were on fire.

Blake was never one to press. Yang knew she’d been caught, so Blake gave her a lingering look before sitting down on her bunk and lying back on the pillow.

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anonymous asked:

Hello there! I saw some raven boys posts from you and they were beautiful and made me want to read the series... would you mind explain why you like it? Like, I don't know, some things about it seem a bit cliche, so is it good cliche? Do they make it work? Or is it the kind of book you read and it's not that good but it's a guilty pleasure? I'm so sorry I don't know how to ask this, but what are the pros and cons of reading it? If you're okay with telling me, of course. Thanks a lot! ^^

All right, first off: this is not a guilty pleasure book.  This is a ‘shout it from the rooftops, shake strangers on the street, hide copies under your friends’ mattresses until they’re forced to investigate why they’re sleeping on a foot-high lump’ book.  This is a ‘me staring at you from a dark corner in your bedroom, eyes lighting up every time you turn a page, only for my shoulders to sag when I realize it is not the last page and I can’t blurt out all my feels to you’ book.  This is that book.  This isn’t a ‘if I want to keep my dignity, no one will ever know I read this book’ book.  Because those books?  Those books usually involve gay dinosaurs who improperly try to “fix” the office copy machine, if you catch my drift.

I’ve said too much.

Now I can empathize with you about this seeming cliché because I read the blurby thing on the back and I thought, superiorly, about this book series that would one day own my soul and all the baubles I’ve ever treasured (just ‘cause it’s greedy like that and my soul was already marked way down):

HAH!  That sounds terrible, who would read this?  Let me guess: Girl falls in love with boy, impediment!, love triangle, everyone’s better than the best version of themselves to the point where they’re clearly pod-people aliens, insert plot I don’t care about, insert female protagonist I will never relate to, insert shirtless boy and we’ll get a summer blockbuster that’s a lot of action, a lot of skin, and zero percent substance.  Oh and also, apparently, ghosts.

This is what I thought.  I have taken floggings regularly to try to atone for ever having these thoughts.  Maggie (Stiefvater) - the author (we are on a first name/nickname basis, obviously) - recently updated said blurby on her tumblr, @maggie-stiefvater, which I think does the whole thing a lot more justice:

A host of co-dependent teens with a battery of psychological issues comb rural Virginia for a dead Welsh king with dubious magical powers. Trees talk; hitmen put down roots; dead people live; living people die. Cars are described in loving detail. Fuckweasel. A house full of psychics tells everybody the future and drinks a lot on-page considering it’s a young adult series. Nobody kisses anybody, which is weird because everybody loves everybody. There’s rich boys! Poor boys! Sad boys! Angry boys! Raven boys! Collect them all!  (x)

If that already didn’t assuage all your doubts, don’t worry, I’ll talk some more!

There are a ton of people out there who will rhapsodize to you about Adam and Ronan, the loud and subtle and lush and bleak and other glorious contradictions that their growing relationship is.  About Gansey and Blue and the inevitable tragedy of their gut-swooping, heart-stomping romance.  About Noah and his murdered/remembered smudginess.  Because those stories are just that good - they come together to be even better - so finding people who want to yell through your mail slot about all those things while you try to block them out, is not hard.  It’s all found family, lifelong friendships and spelunking in caves.  What about that doesn’t sound like something you want to have in your life, right?

For me, what made me go: OH! This is my kind of book, was - first and foremost, the writing.  I didn’t care about the dead Welsh king plot because he’s dead and Welsh and I’ve already got a crown in my room that I almost never wear.  Talk about a lot of stuff I don’t need, right?  But the introduction of each of the titular Raven Boys characters was done uniquely, gorgeously and in a way that immediately made me want to know them.  Well, as Maggie says of Ronan, in a way that made me want them to approve of me.  Which is a strange feeling to have about fictional people, but knowing that didn’t make me any less zealous about proving myself.

I was more on guard with Blue, because - totally unfairly - I am a harsher judge when it comes to female characters.  But, being a female character, I feel I have a little more knowledge in this area and therefore can be a little more snooty about it.  (Which enables me to dig that crown out and put it to some use finally.)  Then Blue opened her mouth and we get her first(ish, we’re not talking about the actual first exchange because I don’t want to talk about that, or think about it, OH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU EVEN BRINGING THIS UP, I FEEL SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW.) exchange with Gansey:

Blue: “Do you see how I’m wearing this apron?  It means I’m working.  For a living.”

Gansey: “I’ll take care of it.”

Blue: “Take care of it?”

Gansey: “Yeah.  How much do you make in an hour?  I’ll take care of it.  And I’ll talk to your manager.”

Blue: “I am not a prostitute.”

Which is roughly the time I put down the book, pulled out a white t-shirt, painted the words: ‘Blue Sargent #1 5eva’ on it and wore it for a week straight.  Like you do.

There’s also:

  • A hitman who stole my heart, with a daisy chain and a pink switchblade
  • Everything out of Piper Greenmantle’s mouth
  • Everything out of Jesse Dittley’s mouth
  • Every fantastic individual who lives at 300 Fox Way
  • The color aquamarine
  • Some stuff with time
  • Some stuff with trees
  • Some stuff with dreams
  • Hand lotion that means a lot more than just hand lotion
  • Rotary phones
  • Squash one,
  • Squash two–

Oh right, so final count, in the pros column I wrote: 1,067,310 and in the cons column I wrote:  …  Oh no, I guess I just ripped that off, chewed it up and spit it out in a misshapen saliva-soaked wad next to the pros column.

I think that makes the scoring pretty clear.  If you still decide you don’t want to read it, that’s cool too - though one side of your mattress may get uncomfortably high.

I know nothing about that however.

tropical-brat  asked:

Oh god the one with the alpha trying to impress the omega but they can't because the omega keeps getting better grades pretty much sums up USUK if you ask me so if you don't mind can you write it for me pretty please?

Oh hell yes I can enjoy bby ;D


What the hell was his problem? Arthur just wanted to be left alone, was that too much to ask? He knew he wasn’t really the most appealing omega in school but there was no need for Alfred F. Jones, who just happened to be his crush, to annoy him every single class just because he got higher grades than him. Don’t get him wrong he understood that Alphas had their “alpha supremacy” bullshit going on but that didn’t give Alfred any right to make his high school life more terrible than what it already was. 

Today it seemed that Arthur wasn’t going to be left alone again. He knew that if he just answered a couple of questions wrong the whole issue would be dropped but he was far too prideful for that so Alfred be damned. 

They were in he middle of their math class, the teacher was handing out their tests and as usual Arthur scored a 100 while Alfred scored a 98. It seemed that the Alpha has had enough of always being the second best in their class since upon seeing their results, he slammed his down hard on his table, stood up and glared at Arthur. In the back of his mind Arthur thought if he could survive a fight with an Alpha, and not just any Alpha but the ridiculously strong Alfred Jones. 

“Mr. Jones please sit back down—”

“No! No I will not sit back down! In every single class for the past 2 years I’ve been trying to get a higher score than Arthur but every time he manages to get a perfect score!  How is that even possible?!” By this point Alfred was now in front of Arthur’s desk, looking down on him with clear despair in his blue eyes. He leaned in closer, invading Arthur’s personal bubble. Arthur was getting ready to be yelled at by Alfred but imagine his surprise when instead of yelling Alfred whispered just for him to hear, “ How the hell am I ever supposed to try and court you if I can’t even get a higher math score than you..”

Oh.

Oh.

Suddenly everything clicked in Arthur’s mind, from Alfred’s strange behavior towards him to his fixation in trying to surpass Arthur. 

It seemed that Alfred didn’t mean to say that and got caught in the moment, since he suddenly started to panic, Arthur could smell it.

He didn’t mean to, really. But Arthur found all of it, the years of competition and how he thought his love was unrequited, extremely hilarious. So he laughed. That stopped Alfred from having a panic attack but instead it made the Alpha very confused. 

After sobering up, Arthur looked directly into Alfred’s eyes, that were still far too close for his comfort and smiled. 

“Alfred, do you maybe after school want to go and study together and maybe after we can grab diner together?”

An Omega asking an Alpha out wasn’t something that happened everyday but Arthur could smell on Alfred that he didn’t mind.

“I-I would love to.” Alfred was elated, he was sure the whole class, despite not hearing their conversation, knew what just happened between them and just why Alfred was happy. “But just so we’re clear, next time I’m definitely getting a higher grade!” 

“In your dreams!” 


Ahh shit this is my first omegaverse fic umm I tried and therefore no one should criticize me? Lmao bye.

yoongaes  asked:

You recently posted that you were taking requests... are you taking any now? If so, how would Suga and Jungkook try to catch the attention of a quiet girl in their class who they have taken an interest to? Happy belated birthday and Thank you ^^ ♡

It’s either you’re too late or too advanced cause my birthday is in December, sweetie~ XD

Suga

I think it would be really difficult for Yoongi, considering that he’s a very quiet and shy guy and to have him talk to a girl who’s also quiet and whom he likes would be a nightmare. This would literally be like the battle of the mimes. XD 

But if he really liked her, then I think Yoongi would be able to find the courage to approach her. He’d start simple and purposive, meaning he’d say hi… but with the purpose of asking for homework details or the page for a reading assignment.

“Uhh.. here.” she says as she jots down the details onto a small post-it before handing it to him shyly. Yoongi would take it from her with a smile. “Thanks.”

She smiles back shyly before turning to leave but then Yoongi takes a deep breath and goes for it. “Uh. Hey. I— I was wondering if you wanted to work on that assignment together.”

The girl would look at him curiously, “Me?”

Yoongi would nod, rubbing his nape shyly. “You’re pretty…” he starts then clears his throat when he realizes that he’s been staring. “Smart. Pretty smart, I mean. And I kinda need help on the topic…”

“Uh. okay.” she shrugs and turns away, blushing; unbelieving that the cute guy in her class just asked her to study with him. Yoongi on the other hand would pump his fist in victory. “Score!" 

~~~

Jungkook

Kookie is the golden maknae and he wouldn’t need to do anything to get the quiet girl to notice him. He’s that popular kid everybody likes and has girls shoving chocolates at his desk on Valentines/White Day. Even though that’s the case, trying to make a move on the quiet girl could be difficult, considering that guys like him usually have a reputation~

"Hi, I’m Jungkook.” he smiles.

“I know.” she replies before returning to her reading.

“Oh. Okay.” he says as he bites his lip and places his hands in his pockets. “So, what are you reading?”

“Do you need something? I’m kinda busy.” she asks, sounding annoyed and Jungkook’s eyes would widen a little, a little surprised at being rejected. (let’s face it, he’s new to this) “I’m sorry.” he says as he takes a step back to leave. “I didn’t mean to bother you—”

The girl would immediately feel guilty when she sees the way his eyes cast down to the ground, looking like a lost puppy. She bites her lip before calling out, “It’s Pride and Prejudice.” 

Jungkook would stop and smile inwardly, knowing that his plan had worked. XD

Nice, Jungkook. Using the pity to get the girl XD 

-KayeAllen12

Arcade Victory - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Arcade Victory – TW Imagine

Prompt: You and your friends go to an arcade and compete against each other in a competition. The deal was – Try to win as many tickets in the arcade games and the team with the most tickets win a free dinner, paid by the other teams. After that, you all play a friendly game of laser tag, Stiles trying to protect you from getting hit.

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little imagine up for you guys, in the meantime I’m going to be writing up some requests. I hope you guys like this xx

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1187

Originally posted by evermoregreen

Your POV

“I’m with Malia!” Liam shouted. “We all know that we’re the best and most athletic duo.” He smirked while his arm was on Malia’s shoulder. “I’m with Kira.” Scott announced. “That leaves me with Y/N!” Stiles hugged you tightly, squeezing you. You and your friends were picking partners to play with in your little bet. To win, you have to try to win as many tickets as you can by 6 PM. The winning team gets a free dinner, paid by the losers. Then after that, you all will play a friendly game of laser tag.

You and your friends arrived to the big arcade that just opened up in Beacon Hills. “Let’s play that basketball game, I heard that it could win you a mega load of tickets!” Stiles blabbed. It was cute though, to hear Stiles ramble and just talk about anything he could think of while you two walked. You followed him to the basketball game, until he just stopped and stood in front of it doing nothing. “Um, Stiles?” You asked, him looking at you surprised. “Well, aren’t you going to pay?” He waved his hands over to the game. “Seriously?” You groaned, placing a dollar into the coin slot. Soon the basketballs started rolling down the platform as Stiles quickly grabbed one and took a shot. “Score!” He celebrated. You didn’t even get the chance to shoot a goal, Stiles was too quick for you. After the game ended, your ‘team’ was able to receive 50 tickets. “Come on, next game!” He ran over to the next video game, not realizing he left you behind. You rolled your eyes, looking over to your friends. They were having fun, which was not what you were having.

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Continuation of this prompt. Role reversal!AU with law student Oliver and IT guy Connor.

I didn’t mean for this to almost be 10k, I really didn’t. I don’t know what happened. And just a warning, about 1/3 of this is pure porn. Whoops. Just when you think it’s over, nope! There’s more!

Enjoy, dear anon who requested it! Hope this is what you were looking for!


“… Step one: discredit the witness.”

He thinks maybe he should feel envious. Or impressed, maybe? Looking around the room, that’s certainly the consensus he’s getting. The obnoxious one–Millstone–he’s practically glaring at the smirk on Michaela’s face. Some of the others stare in awe, but most are bitter, having accepted the realization that the trophy is far beyond their reach.

But Oliver doesn’t want the trophy. Well, he does, as much as anyone else. But he doesn’t crave it. The trophy is reserved for the best in the class. The number one student. And Oliver has never been number one at anything in his life. He’s used to that by now. And losing the trophy to someone who clearly deserves it–and wants it–more than himself, that’s nothing to feel bad about.

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It’s time for the weekly mega-post with my feelings about Yuri on Ice, and this time it’s the turn of Episode 4!

Which is Kubo’s favorite, apparently. Will it also be my favorite? Let’s see! Now with extra juicy theories!

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anonymous asked:

wait, so does that mean that no matter the circumstances, you're only able to get four faults at each jump? i was always under the assumption that 1 rail = 4 faults no matter what. sorry for the inconvenience, i just want to get this cleared up so i don't make the same mistake in the future.

Yep that’s it, the number of rails doesn’t matter. I think if we were to count a fault for every rail, you would have much more heavier scores in this sport ^^’

Also, it would create a hierarchy between the fences (oxers would be more “important” to clear ‘cause they have more rails, etc.), which would be pretty weird.