lacrosse life

kevin day (disdainfully): lacrosse

  • Kevin and Neil HATE lacrosse more than life itself
  • Once, Andrew calls Exy ‘stickball’ and lacrosse ‘stickball on grass’
    • Kevin isn’t sure what he’s angrier at: the fact that Andrew called it stickball, or the fact that Andrew insinuated that lacrosse was the same as Exy when it obviously isn’t
  • Kevin criticizes the new Foxes by telling them they would be B-list lacrosse players. One boy bursts into tears.
  • In one memorable interview, Neil calls Riko the lead attacker of Edgar Allen’s lax team
    • Wymack is furious. Nicky is ecstatic
  • A lacrosse player: “I hope making fun of us makes you freaks feel better about your shitty lives and shitty team”
  • Neil: “I am sorry that you are stuck playing for a less exciting, less popular wannabe version of Exy. I am also sorry that your daddy wasted lots of money on Exy tutors trying to make you less horrible. It obviously failed, because you’re stuck with this pathetic excuse for a sport, and could never hope to be even a quarter the players we were. Clearly you’re projecting your bitterness on your own lack of talent, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to bad-mouth my team. You can kiss my ass and my championship trophy.”
  • Neil, on twitter, keeps liking and retweeting articles about why Exy is better than lacrosse. His PR team has given up trying to get him to stop
  • One brave reporter asks Kevin what will happen if his daughter doesn’t like Exy. Unfortunately, Kevin has had several stressful games and a couple of nightmares about the Nest; he’s too tired to control himself, so he says, “As long as she isn’t a lacrosse fan, we’ll figure something out.”
  • On some late-night practices, the lacrosse team swears they see a figure watching from the top of the bleachers, a black trench coat fluttering in the wind and a chess piece tattoo on his left cheekbone.
    • He watches scornfully for a few minutes before turning away.
    • “Sometimes, when I feel bad about myself as a striker, I like to watch them practice. Then I realize that I could be much, much worse,” he tells Jean in one video call.

your faves are problematic: the vancouver crew edition


  • regularly beatboxes ‘drop it like it’s hot’ by snoop dogg in its entirety even though he would be perfectly capable at doing other songs
  • got a job at the local ice cream shop just to be able to ‘sample’ every single flavor every single day but somehow hasn’t gained any weight
  • still counts on his fingers for simple everyday math problems
  • owns more pairs of shoes than most people do t-shirts and has an entire cubby shelf storage system in his closet for them
  • is naturally talented at cooking but is usually too lazy to actually make the effort and mostly depends on top ramen and dried fruit from trader joe’s for his nutrition


  • has eaten a whole pizza by himself on more than one occasion, and not just cheese, either - he prefers either loaded supreme or meat-lovers
  • kills every plant he has ever attempted to own, including several different species of succulents and cacti
  • quotes and references outdated memes that only he remembers
  • couldn’t decide which teenage mutant ninja turtle to name his pet tortoise after so he combined them all and named it leoraphdonangelo (which cheng2 thinks sounds like a species of dinosaur)
  • won the spelling bee five years in a row in middle school and has impeccable grammar yet types his text messages and blog posts like a shitty dumb frat boy on tindr looking for a hookup


  • inherited a huge collection of vinyl records from his older brother and owns a record player but primarily listens to spotify through his awful laptop speakers
  • buys his hard-to-find specialized hair products online even though the shipping costs are ridiculous
  • refuses to get snapchat because it’s ‘stupid and pointless’ but often sabotages cheng2′s dog filter and flower crown selfies
  • has perfect eyesight but wears glasses anyway purely for the aesthetic
  • took up guitar in seventh grade and is a natural, learned classical and jazz techniques but insists on playing mainly post-punk acoustic jams (with whiny vocals happily provided by lee-squared)


  • only ever joined the aglionby soccer team because he thought the goalie was cute (and just happened to actually be pretty okay at soccer)
  • still wears heelie sneakers out in public
  • is afraid of piranhas to the point of having nightmares about them even though he has never been in any waters where they are naturally found
  • exclusively drinks super fruity cocktails (mainly tequila sunrises and malibu bay breezes) even though they give him terrible hangovers; often vows to ‘never drink again’ but never holds to it
  • plans and budgets entire trips to europe and asia almost monthly but closes every tab without actually buying any tickets or booking hotels because he hates flying and is waiting for teleportation to be invented

henry broadway/cheng2

  • prefers eggo waffles over ryang’s homemade belgian waffles and eats them straight out of the box (still frozen). also does this with frozen blueberries and then complains when he gets brain freeze
  • regularly gets too stoned to do his homework and has to copy off of henry cheng’s in the mornings before class
  • has read the whole harry potter book series seven times and has watched all of the films even more than that and still cries every time dumbledore dies
  • names 99.9% of his possessions even though he usually forgets what he names them and then has to rename them
  • has spent a shocking amount of time on his playstation4 building an incredibly accurate minecraft replica of the litchfield house


  • is very academically gifted but puts in minimal effort whenever he can and often scrolls through reddit instead of paying attention in class
  • joined the aglionby lacrosse team on a dare from ryang even though he’d never played lacrosse in his entire life (he was terrible)
  • learned american sign language with his younger brother just so the two of them could complain about their parents’ strict rules without their parents knowing
  • has seen every true crime documentary on netflix at least once
  • can’t tolerate spicy food at all. at ALL. he thinks uncooked and unseasoned green bell peppers are spicy
A Loss For Words-Brett Talbot

Teen Wolf Imagine:#115

Word Count: 830

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Summary: Lacrosse is a Win/Lose game. Betting can be a Win/Win

A/n: This was requested by an anon, the extent of my lacrosse knowledge is literally just teen wolf. My school’s sport was football I have never seen anyone play lacrosse in my life. I am so sorry for the Riverdale spam on this blog recently so here is a nice little Brett imagine for you. Also I’m tagging @joeynihil because I promised her this imagine ages ago.

This could have been much better if I knew anything about Lacrosse but alas, I do not. Also I didn’t send this to my Beta even though I probably should have I really just wanted to get on with posting it.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


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Awkward on Ice

A/N: Another prompt list request. Stiles x reader. 

Originally posted by midsummer-nightmares

Allison and Scott had plans to go Ice Skating. Alison had invited you to come along and Scott invited Stiles who had never ice skated before. Alison and Scott were already on the ice when you had got your skates on. You looked at Stiles who was just sitting there looking fearfully at the ice. “Come on Stiles let’s go” you said standing up. “I don’t to, what if I fall and break something? What if the ice breaks and I get hypothermia? What if I-?” he questioned before you interrupted him. “We are indoors, the ice can’t break. And I promise I won’t let you fall.” you said coaxing him onto his feet. When you got onto the rink you linked arms with him to keep him steady until he got used to it.

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(s) means smut, (f) means fluff

note: i no longer write for alec lightwood. please do not request an imagine based on him, as it will be ignored.

latest update: 21st july 2017


December 2016


Originally posted by leoagnew


Ill (f)

Jersey (s)

French (f)

Dreaming (f/s)

Last (f)

Looks (f)

Day 2 (WPC) (f)

Back Pains (f)

Stroke (f)

Creative Writing, 4th Oct. 2016


Illuminate (f)

Lines (f)

Anyone Else But You (f)


Terrors (f)

True Name, True Love

Abused (brother!Stiles)

Birthday Sex(ts) (s)

Restless (s)

Chantaje (s)




With Bated Breath


Don’t Push It (Lacrosse Week)

Lust For Life (s)

Nine Nine


Bad At Love

My Demons (brother!Stiles)



Dangerous (pt. 1), Poisonous (pt. 2), Arousal (pt. 3) (s)

Off To The Races: Pt 1, Pt 2 (s)

Break The Rules: Pt 1, Pt 2



Canine Instinct

High (s)


She (f)





Bloodsport pt 2

Stay The Night

Better On My Floor (s)



Originally posted by fyeahjalec

ALEC LIGHTWOOD: (nb: no longer writing for alec, these are archived posts)

Angry (s)

Jealousy (s)

First Time For Everything (f/s)

Unknown (f)

No Goodbye (f)

“It’s Not That Bad!” (f)

Kindly Calm Me Down (f)

That Bitch 


Kiss Me



Painful (f)


Writing Classes


Exhausted (f)


Piglet and Pooh (f)

Awkward (f)

Can’t Help Falling In Love (f)


God Help The Girl


Originally posted by gameraboy


Heavenly (f)

Muse (f)

Crazy (f)


Band Girl (f)



Work (s)

Perfect (s)



Mother Figure: pt 1 pt 2


Originally posted by kynikey


Fight For Me


Originally posted by noeliacb

PETER PARKER (Garfield):

Date Night With Wilson


Originally posted by bellamyblak


Textbooks and Milkshakes

Be Mine, Valentine?


Late Nights (f)


Ties (s), pt 2 (s), pt 3 (s)

Movie Night


Movie Night

Many Burgers, Many Days

Karaoke Night

Shopping Trip

First Date




Stiles and Scott’s reaction when they see how good you are at lacrosse.

Originally posted by gottaobrien

Originally posted by thealpha

i blame this entirely on queergladers’ post and the #boysincroptops revolution that probably started here on tumblr when kid cudi emerged at coachella lookin fine as hell… like wow

so yeah, here’s boyd, stiles, scott, danny, and isaac being bros or whatever in their lil crop tops. not pictured: derek hale creeping from the sidelines

anonymous asked:

I 1000% second kevystel on the abo frat boy au yesyesyes

fun fact: I spent the better part of a five hour meeting “taking notes,” and by “taking notes” I mean “I wrote two pages of worldbuilding for A/B/O Greek life feat. Lacrosse captain and Frat president Victor ‘I’m An Athlete’ Nikiforov and reserved men’s crew captain Yuuri Katsuki”


Do you see this beauty? A little old, a little ruined, but still has a spirit.

It’s an abandoned rink in my city. For years now it was said that it’ll be demolished. Why am showing this to you?

Because every time I go past it I keep thinking how perfect exy court could be made there. I mean, look at it. Just. Look.

// Whipped - Liam Dunbar Smut. //

Relationship: Liam Dunbar x Reader.

Request: A cross between these two: 

Anon - hey, could you please make a Liam imagine based on the song Imagination by Shawn Mendes and Obvious by Westlife? They’re kinda similar and btw can u also make it in his POV? love ur writing

Anon - I don’t have a number from the prompt to go with this so it’s cool if you don’t do this but my idea is to do with Liam. The pack all start teasing him and calling him whipped (either because your dating and he just wants to treat you well or because he has a MAJOR crush on you?) so he starts like avoiding you and won’t give you a reason until you corner him and he confesses. Maybe some smut at the end? Dom!Liam is a plus

Special shout out to @dylpicklesprays for feed back. love ya girl.

Warnings: M on F oral, a bit of dirty talk, sex

Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word count: 5,218 (I guess got a little carried away)

I made an edit to go with this which you can find here!

** Characters who are underage in my stories are aged up because underage sex is bad and stuff so yeah. **

Hand in hand they walked down the long stretch of practically white sand, soft enough for your feet to sink into, gaining colour the closer to shore the specs were meeting the dark bluish-tannic ocean with white caps as far as the eye. In the other direction are mounds of sand dunes dotted with sea oats. It was a calm summer night, the waves are small now and the wind is on it; a constant light roar blowing in with the cool sea breeze. The sun was beginning to set, leaving an orange-pink colour filling the sky and reflecting onto the ocean next to them.

Hands intertwined, sending a rush of energy through his body, it was a feeling he couldn’t describe but to put it simply; it felt right. They walked for what seemed like hours talking about anything and everything until it felt like no word was left unspoken, and they just remained in a comfortable silence. Liam watched as she playfully kicked her way through, studying the girl next to him. Her eyes bright, plump lips curled to a smile, hair tucked behind her ears so it wouldn’t obstruct her view.

He smiled at how his jacket hung off her shoulders; she hadn’t wanted it earlier worrying that he’d be cold until he’d reminded her of what he was and she took it. It wasn’t a total lie, when shifted his body temperature would rise, and sure the harshening wind was getting to him right now but at the end of the day, Liam loved to see her in his clothes. Besides, it suited her better than it did himself anyway; then again she could wear a potato sack and he’d still see her as the most beautiful girl in the world.

Another thing that made him smile was her tendency to swing her arm attached to him, not a lot but just enough for their arms to sway slightly. It was a habit he had noticed a while ago and it never seized to make him smile.

He couldn’t believe he was spending his time with someone so beautiful. Her eyes averted to him.

“What?” She stopped in her tracks, eyebrow raised at him slightly.

“Why’s it so bad that I’m looking at you?” He laughed.

“Do I have something in my teeth?” She quizzed, quickly becoming embarrassed as she tried to guess.

“No no no, it’s just… You look really beautiful tonight.” He confessed. A smile planted firmly on her lips and cheeks flushed. His slipped up the back of her thin cotton shirt, hands rested on the small of her back. He brought his lips to hers and she smiled as they connected. Her hands finding their way to his hair as he moved from her lips, planting sloppy kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

“Liam…” She breathed, as his hands moved to her ass. “Liam.”

“Baby,” He grunted in response as one of her hands moved from his hair and under the band of his underwear.

“Liam,” she repeated. This time louder, followed by a bright flash of light.

Liam opened his eyes to the sight of his stepfather in his bedroom; the thick curtains now open and light pouring through them.

“Liam, you up kid? Finally. Get ready, school starts in a half hour.” His stepfather stated. Liam merely nodded his head and forced himself up and out of bed. He yawned and stretched, his head bowed facing the floor as he wiped his eyes waking himself up.  “Do you need a ride to school?” His stepfather stated and he shook his head.

“If I’m up and out quick enough I’ll make it to the bus in time.” Liam shrugged, the more awake he became the more aware he became of how tight his sweatpants were. His eyes widened and he crammed his hands in the pockets pushing nonchalantly, mentally cursing at himself for not realizing before he stood up. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He stated and excused himself to the bathroom.


“So you were late to school because you had a-” Mason started.


“and you couldn’t-” Mason continued, trying not to laugh at his friend.

“It’s not like I didn’t try! It just… took a couple of minutes longer than expected” Liam whispered the

last part, hoping no one else could hear this conversation.

“It’s simple really Liam, just think about Y/N. That’s what got you into that mess right?”

“Shut up! What if someone hears you.” You were in a crowded locker room getting ready for Lacrosse practice.

“Oh come on man. It’s so obvious you’re into her. Everyone probably already knows.” He chuckled.

“It isn’t that obvious.” He muttered, pulling the jersey over his head.

“If I could weigh in here?” Stiles appeared opposite the two boys. “Yes, yes it is. You’re so into Y/N, the only person that hasn’t noticed is her. It’s quite sweet how whipped you are really. ”  

Liam let out a groan as Scott came around the corner and joined in and before he knew it Liam was being followed to the field by pretty much most of the male members of the pack… and Mason.

“I’m not whipped.” Liam groaned, surprised to not get bombarded with comments.

“Liam you might want to quieten down dude, she’s coming this way.” Theo muttered.

His face lit up involuntarily as he looked back, only to turn back and scowl at his friends. “You guys are assholes.”

“And you my friend are whipped.” Scott laughed, slapping the shorter guy on the back before scattering on the field.

“That was hilarious.” Liam stated, sarcastically. Practice continued with a couple minutes of break in between and Coach Finstock shouting at him to hurry up and stop playing like he’d never held a lacrosse stick in his life.

“Excuse him Coach, he’s a little distracted today. Right, Liam?” Mason laughed. Coach muttered something under his breath as Liam walked to the bleachers and sat down, his friend following him shortly after. “What’s up with you today, man?” Mason asked him with a sigh.

“I’m just a little distracted.” He stated.

“Y/N?”  He enquired, earning a mere nod from Liam in return. “You like her, that’s gonna happen you just have to try and focus on other things, like not getting kicked off the team because you had a dream about the girl you like. It’s not like you haven’t had a dream like that again.”

“It was weird man, this was different.” He said, leaning to put his face into his hands.

“What was different?” A voice much too high to be Mason’s spoke up.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Mason laughed, knowing if she had sat down a few minutes later she would have heard exactly what goes through Liam’s hormonal teenage mind when faced with a pretty girl who he hadn’t stopped thinking about since he first saw her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, just need to talk to Lee.” Y/N smiled back sweetly. God Liam loved her smile. And the nickname, she was one of the only people that shortened his name, but considering it only had 4 characters he was hardly surprised.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Mason excused himself as Liam shot him daggers. The thing about crushes, you could be as calm, cool and collected as much as you want but being one-to-one with them was bound to be difficult. For Liam, he stuttered and could barely get a sentence out and, as much as he denied it, this girl could turn his brain to mush in seconds and she could get him to do absolutely anything with just the bat of an eyelash. Liam was whipped. It hadn’t bothered him, he hadn’t given the situation much thought before. Yet now that his friends had teased him about it he saw it as a negative thing and he hated being the butt of the joke.

“So, um, what’s- I mean, did you need something? I’m kind of busy here.” He didn’t mean to snap. And he definitely hadn’t meant for it to sound as rude as it did, and he hoped she didn’t notice. She did, evidently her entire face dropped, her bright and happy eyes confused at why her best friend now acted like speaking to her was an inconvenience, her lip caught in between her teeth.

“Sorry, I was going to come on here to study with Lydia but we can go somewhere else if it’s in your way?” She replied sheepishly, her voice much quieter than usual. He wanted to apologize instantly, to hug her and tell her that’s not what he meant at all before the words from the pack (and Mason) replayed in his head.

“You literally apologize for everything, most of the time it’s nothing to do with you! You’re so quick to jump to her rescue man, you need to calm down.” They laughed.

“I just don’t like seeing her upset.” Liam had replied earning a small laugh from the group.

“It’s so cute man, you’re so whipped and you don’t even know it.”

Liam sighed. “It’s just, we’re trying to practice you know.”

It was as if his words physically hurt her and he hated it.

“Okay I’ll tell Lydia we need to find somewhere else.” She murmured. “I’m still giving you a ride to Lydia’s party right?”

It was somewhat of a tradition of theirs. Whenever Lydia had a party, Y/N would get ready, pick Liam up in the way since he lived close, he would tell her how beautiful she looked and she would smile and say thank you and they would sit together in the 20 minute journey as they joke around and he would shamelessly try to flirt with her as she noticed none of his advances. Liam thought about how much his friends would probably laugh at the fact she was driving him around.

“I think I’m gonna get a ride with Stiles or something.”

“This is like a tradition, Lee.”

“Don’t call me that.” He snapped, not even being able to bring himself to look at her. They had made fun of the nickname earlier on.

“What’s going on with you? You weren’t like this yesterday.” Her voice trailed off. “You can talk to me Lee.” Her hand on his shoulder as he shrugged it off and stood up.

“I told you not to call me that. Anyway I’m supposed to be practicing. I’ll see you around.” He said walked back to the field. Looking back as she connected with Lydia, tears filling her eyes, breaking his heart.

He turned and hurried his pace, Scott stopping him in his tracks. “What the fuck? Why did you speak to her like that?” Theo snarled, clearly angry.

“It’s nothing Theo, back off.” He attempted to push past the older boy, failing as he did so.

“You like the girl and you’ve just made her cry. What kind of asshole logic is that?”

“First I’m whipped and now I’m an asshole? How does that work?” Liam snapped trying to move out of Theo’s grasp, the rest of the team and coach watching the pair. “All I tried to do was prove I’m not and now you’re pissed off with me.”

“You did this to prove you’re not whipped? We were kidding around with you Liam! You made the poor girl cry.” Stiles’ voice chiming in from a few metres away. Disapproving and angry glares set on Liam.


4 days.

It had been 4 days since Liam and Y/N had last spoke. 4 days of Liam avoiding her, dodging her calls, and even finding excuses as to why he couldn’t go to the classes they shared. What had gone from being Liam not wanting to seem “whipped” as his friends had said, quickly became him not wanting to upset her further. Besides, Lydia had told him she hadn’t wanted to speak with him anyway.

96 hours.

When you go from spending so much time with someone, usually spending nothing but a few hours not in each other’s contact, taking time to sleep. Be it spending time together one and one, with the pack or texting, they had never gone more than a day without talking.

5,760 minutes

After a day or two he didn’t feel much, he missed talking to her a little but as the school week went on and by Friday he missed her, constantly. It was like a dull ache that wouldn’t leave him in peace. He wanted to apologise to her for everything. He wanted to tell her everything. Tell her how she was the last thing he thought about before he slept and the first thing when he woke up. How she made him feel, making him truly happy yet nervous that he’d say something wrong and mess it up. How he realised that that’s what he’d done probably had already.

Y/N had been spending a lot of time with Theo, a thought that made his blood boil. She would stand with him, Theo’s arm effortlessly slung around her shoulder.

Liam recalled when a few months before, during an argument between Liam and Y/N, Theo had pulled him aside during a match.

“Why do you even care Raeken? Move out of my fucking way.” He snarled, Theo’s grip tightening instead. He came in close so only Liam could hear him.

“All I’m saying, you better treat her better before you lose her to someone who will.” He snarled, his statement full of warning.

He had to get her back. He had to tell her. Tonight.


The thumping music, drunken attempts at dancing and alcohol laced good moods confirmed that they were definitely in the right place. Lydia Martin’s party. It was still a little odd for him to be there, he was a little younger than Scott and the majority of the guests and regardless of who he walked in with, he would get the odd look, as if asking why he was there. Shaking any potentially negative thoughts out of his head he turned to look at Scott as they walked in, looking for Lydia and the rest of the pack.

Greeting them on the couch, a couple bottles of beer on the table, Lydia stood up with a smile. The members of the pack that had arrived already were Kira, Y/N, Theo and Scott, who you had arrived with. There was a faint smell of marijuana smoke that seemed to have seeped in from the back garden and hung above people’s heads. Lydia was complaining about the smell yet Liam simply laughed and greeted them all until his eyes landed on Theo and Y/N. His arm wrapped around her waist as his other hand gently moving a bit of hair out of the was as he whispered something to her, earning a smile. God how he had missed that smile.

“Hey, Y/N, can I speak to you?” He shouted over the music. She seemed to think for a moment before telling Theo to save her seat and that she’d be back in a few minutes. She stood up, wobbling on the small platform heels, flattening out her pine coloured dress as she stood up. It was tight, accentuating her figure, fitting in all the right places. Lydia stopped him before they walked away, pulling him in to whisper.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if it’s anything less of a fantastic apology and you make my best friend cry again that will be the last time you can speak in general, never mind talking to her again.” Lydia threatened.

He nodded quickly. “I love her Lydia and I’m not going to risk losing her. I’m going to tell her that. Tonight.”

Lydia’s face lit up and Y/N’s seemed bored waiting for Liam to say whatever he wanted to say so she could go back to her friends. Lydia handed him a key. “I lock my bedroom during parties, it will be too loud for you to tell her downstairs. Do anything other than talk in that room and I swear.”

He thanked lydia and took the key, a small smile on his face as he did. Gaining Y/N’s attention back as she had turned back around to talk to Theo. She turned back to him, he told her Lydia had offered her room to talk and she nodded. He watched how Theo’s eyes wandered her body, lingering on her ass as Liam clenched his jaw. Taking Y/N’s hand, he lead her through the crowd of bodies leading up the stairs. Some were dancing, others just talking and some couples looked like they were literally going to have sex then and there.

The landing had a few kids, intoxicated ones, either asleep or yet again making out as one guy sat on the banister singing to himself.

Reaching Lydia’s room he fumbled around with the key in his hands eventually getting it in the lock, twisting, and opening the door. He took the key back out and closed the door behind him. Y/N found her way to the end of Lydia’s bed and sat, legs crossed over one another.

Here it was, his opportunity to tell all, say everything that he’d repeated to himself over and over again and he choked.

“What is it then Lee? Sorry, I’m not allowed  to call you that am I?”

Okay, yep. She was mad.

“I- um I. I just wanted to tell you that- we um- I-” he stuttered, not being able to get a sentence out. What was wrong with him? Oh god, maybe this was a bad idea.

Eyebrow raised, looking a little impatient, she sat in front of him as he stuttered. She wasn’t necessarily mad, just upset. However Theo had told her that she shouldn’t forgive him at the bat of an eyelid like she was planning on doing. He had also told her that when she didn’t give in Liam would spout out lies and empty apologies to get her to forgive him. That he’d tell her he was sorry and say something along the lines of he was having a bad day, or not thinking straight even going as far to blame it on others. Maybe Theo was right, he did only have her best interest in mind after all. Right?

“Are you planning on composing a sentence anytime soon?” She didn’t want to be alone with Liam because she knew that this kid knew how to make her putty in his hands, regardless of how hard she tried.

“Look I had this whole speech planned out of what I was going to say and it was going to be so sweet and now that you’re actually sat in front on me I feel like nothing I say will be good enough. I’m just so sorry ok? I don’t know what came over me. It’s just all day the guys were all saying that -”

She sighed slightly, almost laughing, as she shook her head and stood up, Liam stopped talking instantly.

“What? Where are you going?” Liam asked as she walked to the door.

“What’s the point? It’s just bullshit you’re feeding me so that I’ll forgive you straight away for all the shit that’s happened this week.” Y/N laughs, sadly. “I guess Theo was right.”

“What? What do you mean ‘Theo was right’.” Liam said, his head snapping in her direction. “What did he say?”

“That you’d apologise and say something to blame other people. Or say you were just having a bad day.”

“I was! It’s the truth Y/N, I promise it is.” He pleaded, hoping that she would believe him. “Why’ve you been spending so much time with him anyway?”

“If you must know, he’s been there for my Le-Liam. He’s a good guy, and he’s been there when I needed to talk to someone about all of this shit that’s going on lately.”

“Like what?” He queried.

“Well, there’s all this stuff happening with my parents, I’m falling behind in the majority of my classes, I haven’t been able to sleep because this whole freaking town seems to be supernatural and/or trying to kill my best friends and the one person I usually rely on when I need to talk has been ignoring me for no apparent reason after shouting at me when I went to talk to him.” She rambled, her eyes meeting his at the last moment, obvious sadness filling them. Her hand lingered on the door handle. “Why’d you shut me out Liam. What did I do that was so horrible you couldn’t even stand to be in the same class with me, or return my calls or texts.”

“You didn’t do anything, Y/N.” He breathed. This entire time she’d put herself down, driven herself crazy over what she might have done.

“Then why.” She wasn’t even looking at him now, like it was too hard for her to get the words out if she faced him.

“Just let me explain it ok? Let me everything.” She agreed and shuffled back over to Lydia’s bed.

“Talk. No lies.” She said simply as she sat down in front of him, her legs crossing once again.

He stood, looking down at the girl in front of him and deciding to sit down himself, considering if he stood up his eyes would wander down her dress and then they’d be sat her all night as he struggled to concentrate. His back against the wall as she waited for him to start.

Now’s the chance. He thought. Just say it!

So he did. He told her what the guys had said to him and why that made him feel the need to prove he wasn’t. He apologised for everything he had done to upset her and that he truely didn’t mean to hurt her. As he went on a smile fell to Y/N’s lips. Sure, she wasn’t happy that he’d treat her like this but at least she had an explanation now. Besides, there’s only so long she could stay mad at him have you seen how cute he was?

“So yeah, that’s why.” He finished. “Wanna’ ask me anything about it or are we good? I kind of have something else to tell you.”

“Why were you late?” She quizzed, remembering seeing him walk into History a few minutes late that day..

“Oh. I um… slept in.” He blurted, How was he supposed to tell her it was because he had a dream about her fucking her in the locker room - wait that was Wednesday. Yeah, it happens a lot.

“Thought we agreed no lies, Liam?” She smiled slightly, this could get interesting.

“There was something I needed to take care of that took longer than expected.” He muttered.

“Like what?” She smirked, knowing full well what she was talking about since Mason had already told her. She had gone to ask him later in the day that Monday why Liam was acting so weird. The response she gained was… Unexpected to say the least.

“He uhh - well I’m not going to beat around the bush here. He had a particularly sexual dream that involved you which put him in a tough situation when he woke up. That probably has something to do with it.”

He noticed the smirk at her lips. “You’re having fun with this aren’t you?” She nodded and he shook his head with a smile, this was the Y/N he knew and loved. “I- Fuck it. Morning wood.”

“Wet dream kind of thing?” She smiled innocently. She fucking knew.

“Who told you?” Liam laughed, embarrassed.

“Mason.” She giggled. “He told me all about it.”

“Well it’s not like they’re everyday. Just a few lately.” He shrugged. When her eyes widened at his answer. “He only told you about monday, didn’t he?”

“Yup.” She answered and he groaned putting his head in his hands. “You got a little crush on me Lee?”

He pulled his head from his hands after he heard her laugh and his smile grew. His eyes raked her body. That dress was a blessing, it was fairly low cut exposing some cleavage, but not a lot. A long zip down the back, stopping at the curve of her ass. As lovely as it was, he’d wanted to rip that dress off of her since he walked into the house.“How can you look like that and expect me not to?” He replied cheekily, a smirk planted at his lips.

“You flirting with me there Dunbar?” She loved this confidence he had.

“Have been for a year and a half but thanks for noticing.” His eyes moving back to the figure and the way the dress clinged to it.

“You seem to like this dress.” She smiled.

“No, I was just thinking how green really isn’t your colour, you should take it off.”

“How about you do it for me?” She winked again, standing up and walking towards him and he rose to his feet.

He attached his lips on hers hungrily, his tongue gliding across her bottom lip. Opening her mouth slightly he pushed his tongue in, instantly gaining dominance. Liam’s hands moved to her ass and squeezed it gently before positioning both hands underneath at the top of her thighs. “Jump.” he groaned, his lips attaching at her neck. She obliged, wrapping her legs around his hips as he turned pushing her back up against the wall.

She tugged at the thin material of his shirt until he pulled back slightly, allowing her to pull it off of him before his lips at her skin once again.

Liam found a sweet spot underneath her ear and sucking and nibbling at it, being sure it would leave a purple mark earning a moan. Moving down her neck to by her collarbone and letting his lips attach there sucking at the patch of skin.

“Liam.” She moaned out, a sound he could definitely get used to. “Bed.”

He walked to Lydia’s bed and sat her down, his fingers moving to the zip of her dress. He fumbled around a little, growing more and more impatient. “Fuck it, he mumbled before ripping the dress, a distinct tearing sound filling the air but right now she didn’t care. She just wanted him. He pulled the dress off, leaving her only in black panties.

“No bra?” He teased and before she could answer he was planting small kisses in the dip between her breasts. He continued down slowly, reaching her underwear with a smirk as he slides down her thighs slowly, the feeling making her desperation for him to grow. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and smiled at the sight of her wet core, kneeling in front of her. Y/N laid back as Liam kissed the inside of her thigh gradually getting sloppier the closer he got to her.

“Already wet for me baby?” his breath hot against her core sending a shudder through her body before he flattens his tongue against her clit. His tongue swirls around it as two of his long fingers teases her opening before he slips them inside of her slowly pumping in and out. Taking her moans as encouragement he continues, his tongue working expertly at her clit.

“Lee,” Y/N moans. “I-I’m close baby.”

Listening, he curls his fingers inside of her, hitting a spot she didn’t even know was there. Pleasure rippling through her body as he flicks his tongue over her clit, prolonging her orgasm as much as he could.

“You taste sweet, baby.” He says after slipping his fingers out of his mouth.

Y/N sits up after riding the orgasm out just as Liam stands and unbuttons this jeans. Pulling back the band on his underwear, allowing his erection to hit his stomach, the end already wet with precum. “Want me to return the favour?” She smirks as he looks down at her.

“Not tonight, tonight’s all about you.” He says, his blue eyes full of lust. “What do you want, princess?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Y/N says without hesitation.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“I want you, baby.” She confirms, knowing what he was worried about, Y/N makes her way over to the draws next to Lydia’s bed, rummaging around until she pulls out the silver square and throws it to him. Laying back on the bed, Liam opens the packet, pulling the thin layer over his dick before climbing onto the bed and hovering over her.

He slides his cock against her entrance teasingly, before he slides into her and she can’t help out a moan, his thrusts quickening..

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans as he pulls out slightly and thrusts back into her. Y/N’s moans are cut off when his lips meet hers, one of his hands moving to her clit drawing figure of eights, the other used to support himself..

“Liam,” She whimpers, feeling herself growing close for the second time.

“I know, so am I.” He grunts as he quickens his pace pounding into her, as if eager to get as many in as possible. His mouth found its way to her bare chest and her back arch against him as he takes a hardened peak into his mouth, moving to the skin around it, sucking harshly onto her sensitive skin, leaving more and more purple marks dotted on her body.

She involuntarily clenches around him again as her second orgasm slams into her. Y/N couldn’t help but scream his name so loud that they’re lucky the music was playing so loud, if not the whole house would know what they were doing, however on such a high, at this point she didn’t think she cared anymore. His thrusts began getting sloppier until she can feel him twitch inside of her as he finds his release.

He finally pulls out, falling next to her. Both of them left panting heavily coming down from their highs. Y/N sits up leaning to get Liam’s white t-shirt and pulling it over her head, before laying back next to him.

“What? It’s comfortable,” She says watching his grin.

“I always said you looked better in my clothes than I do anyway.”

Liam had no idea how long they just laid there as he looking down at the now barely clothed beauty, entangled in his arms with a smile on his face. He sighed, kissing the top of her forehead when he heard someone attempt to open the locked bedroom door. Lydia’s voice on the other end asking them to open up. They glanced at each other and Liam groaned slightly.  

“I guess that means we have to get dressed.” He laughed and stood up. He leaned over to hand her her dress and laughed. “How are you going to explain how your dress is kind of… Broke.”

Y/N laughed. “I’m more worried about how we’re going to explain that we just had sex in her bed.”

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Winter Heat

Scott was having a good week. He just finished his finals and was ready to enjoy winter break. He didn’t worry about whether he bombed, or if he should have studied more. He finally found a balance in his life between lacrosse, studying, work, and leading the pack as an alpha. There was honestly nothing that could tear him down now. But then, as Scott laid in bed, he felt a sudden pang deep within his gut. His heat had surged, and it was rising all throughout his core.