overized jersey

24 // stiles stilinski

Summary: Y/N develops a strange fascination with Stiles’ lacrosse jersey

Requested: no, this has been in my drafts since lacrosse week & @mf-despair-queen finally convinced me to finish this so this one goes out to her

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut

Masterlist

The first time he saw the jersey he didn’t think much of it. To him, it was just an article of clothing that was two sizes too big and smelled heavily of off brand laundry detergent from the last person who wore it. When he had initially decided to tryout for the lacrosse team he didn’t expect to be spending as much time on the bench as he did. Surely he’d be allowed to play a couple of times, right?

Wrong.

His freshman year was spent keeping the cold metal bench warm. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop his friends from coming out and supporting him. Even when his dad couldn’t show up he knew he could count on Y/N to.

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something borrowed // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles lets Y/N borrow something of his & unexpectedly gains something in return

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no

Masterlist

Clutching the plastic lunch tray she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria and back to the lunch table. The stress from the first four periods of her day slowly melted away as she spotted her group of friends across the cafeteria, sitting at the same table they had since the start of their freshman year.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lydia waved over to her. Picking up her pace, Y/N maneuvered her way through the crowds of people who were too engaged with their conversations with one another to pay any sort of attention to the small girl.

Then, a familiar boy caught her attention.

The sheriff’s son, Stiles Stilinski.

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Pulling Strings

Summary: You and Bucky set out to annoy each other during your respective down time and get more than you bargained for.

Prompt(s): Can I make a request for 1, 7, and 8? I can see them as perfect banter lines between reader and Bucky!

1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
7. Well, that’s tragic.”
8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just major floof

Word Count: 3993 I just cannot keep ‘em at reasonable lengths lately!

Author’s Note: I am the actual worst. I think I got this request in like, November from @captainmomofoshosho! And I started it then, but only got like 300 words in. Now here we are and I can’t stfu. My bad all around.

Originally posted by jlstreck

Everyone knows that you like to play piano when you’re stressed. Everyone knows not to disturb you. Everyone including Bucky Barnes, but after decades of following orders, Bucky does exactly what Bucky wants.

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inimitablebiscuit  asked:

Erm Flintwood please if you're still doing 150. * Winning smile *

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au

word count: 1394


Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet.

Wait.

No.  

It’s worse than that.

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet, the flats of his knuckles crunching against the guy’s jaw, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark and hurt—and then there’s a strange fluttering sensation erupting in the pit of Marcus’s stomach, a comforting, calming warmth suffusing the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones and it’s exactly like how they’d described it in Health class, the awareness—the connection—slotting into place so seamlessly that he’s astonished he’d never noticed something missing before now.  

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus blurts out. “Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcus’s soulmate—who’s tall and lean and has the prettiest brown eyes, what the shit—is just sprawled out on the dirty arena floor, blinking and blinking and prodding gingerly at the bruise that’s already beginning to blossom—

“No,” the guy says firmly. “This isn’t happening.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus immediately snaps. “I rejected you first.”

The guy snorts, kind of irritatingly sarcastic, before grimacing. His emotions, so far as Marcus can tell, are all over the place; shock and dismay and frustration and—very, very deeply—a flickering, almost unwilling tremor of interest.  

“It wouldn’t work, anyway,” the guy goes on, more loudly. “You have terrible opinions about hockey.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snaps again. “You’re the one in the shitty jersey.”

“He’s won three Cups.”

“Yeah, and he was a fucking healthy scratch for two of them,” Marcus retorts. “Try again.”

“Hockey is a team sport,” the guy says hotly. “It isn't—it isn’t about individual accomplishments.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he drawls, “but your shitty jersey is still shitty.”

The guy’s mouth falls open, and Marcus can feel the sour note of his indignation—the jagged spike of his outrage—as clearly as if it were his own. “Jesus fucking Christ,” the guy sputters, shaking his head like he’s got a nervous tic. “What are you so—what are you so angry about?”

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Um,” he says slowly, because, really, what the shit, “I’m not angry. I’m confused.”

“No.” The guy frowns. “You’re definitely angry. I feel it, like—” He gestures vaguely to his chest and upper abdomen. “Right there. Like heartburn.”

Marcus’s nostrils flare, and he scratches viciously at the side of his neck to distract himself from the fact that this complete fucking stranger with boy band hair and, and Bambi eyes is apparently better at deciphering Marcus’s emotions than Marcus is.  

“Oh, hell,” the guy sighs, “now you're—embarrassed, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to—hey, come on, where are you—where are you going? You can’t just—hey! Come back!”

Marcus does not come back.

And the ensuing wave of regret that pulses through Marcus’s sternum is lukewarm and salty and depressingly difficult to pinpoint the origins of.

It’s not his, he thinks stubbornly.

Probably.


Marcus lasts two and a half days before the persistent invisible tugging at his gut becomes too annoying to bear.

He follows it.

He follows it to a bench in Riverside Park that’s near where the gross little fish and chips stand is, and the scent of old frying oil undercut by whatever the fuck is currently decomposing in the Hudson is—less nauseating than it arguably fucking should be, seriously, what the shit.

But—

His soulmate, his soulmate, is sitting with his legs spread obnoxiously wide, wrists crossed and hands dangling in his lap, squinting intently up at the clouds like he’s waiting for them to tell him what to do next. It’s endearing. Maybe. Marcus’s stomach is in knots—a tangled mess of dread and unease and, abruptly, relief.

“Oh,” the guy says, quirking his lips into something that Marcus chooses to generously describe as a smile. The bruise on the guy’s jaw is a lurid, chalky looking violet, partially obscured by the auburn of his stubble. “You found me.”

“Of course I fucking found you,” Marcus says, dropping down next to him. Their knees brush, just for a moment, and it’s like—lightning, bright and fierce and sizzling, coiling around the base of his spine. “There’s been this—this buzzing, in the back of my head—”

“Yeah,” the guy interjects glumly. “I know. I would've—if you hadn’t. I would’ve tried to find you.” He pauses. “I missed you, I guess, which is—weird.”

Marcus scowls down at the sidewalk. There’s a crack in the cement, and it’s dirty, gritty with loose gravel around the edges, splintering off into a dozen hairline fractures before disappearing into the grass. He can feel his own surprise at the guy’s admission, and it’s so—uncomfortable, knowing that there’s nothing he can hide behind. Making himself smaller, holding himself still; they’re not antidotes for anything, not anymore, and this guy—his soulmate—he’s got a rabbit-fast heartbeat and an intimidatingly focused way of feeling things. Marcus wonders how he’s supposed to get used to that.  

“I’m Marcus,” he eventually offers, voice emerging gruffer than he’d have liked. “My name, I mean. It's—Marcus.”

The guy turns, slightly, to look over at Marcus. “Oliver. I’m Oliver.” He hesitates before he goes on, sounding nonplussed, “I still can’t believe you fucking hit me. Over a jersey.”

Marcus huffs. “It’s a really shitty jersey.”

Oliver grins, short and sweet and self-deprecating, before nudging at Marcus’s ribs with the point of his elbow. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been told I’ve got kind of a…bad habit of, of taking things too seriously.” His mouth twists, and the stabbing ache of some long-ago insult, or argument; it lances through the pads of Marcus’s fingers, stinging and sharp. “Obsessive. That’s what—I dunno. That’s what I’ve been told. I can be…obsessive. About—whatever.”

“Obsessive,” Marcus repeats, shaking out his hand. “That’s your—one big fault. Enthusiasm.”

Oliver shrugs, easy and casual, like it doesn’t matter, like Marcus can’t literally feel the crippling uncertainty—the tension, swampy and thick—weighing down his limbs. “Enthusiasm is…too nice of a word for it, I think.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus hears himself say, with absolutely zero fucking direction from his brain, or his conscience, or his admittedly flimsy sense of self-preservation. “Enthusiasm is the perfect fucking word for it.”

Oliver startles, slightly, eyes widening a fraction. There’s a coolly refreshing burst of—happiness, maybe; gratitude, definitely—coating the back of Marcus’s tongue. Citrus. Summer. Chlorine and coconut. It’s fucking nice.

“Oh. Um. Okay,” Oliver says, haltingly. “Thanks.”

A tentative silence descends between them on the bench. Marcus drums his fingers against the inseam of his jeans, jiggling his foot and glaring at a rotting spear of tree bark and swallowing around a metallic-tasting lump in his throat that he instinctively wants to label curiosity.  

“Sorry,” Marcus grunts, slouching forward. “About the—hitting you. I just—sorry. I was angry. I get angry.”

Oliver stares at him, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, and there’s a swirl of something taking root in his lungs, something chewy and rich, like caramel, so that every breath he takes in is like burnt brown sugar crystallizing against the roof of his mouth, but then there’s more, too, a champagne bubble pop of amusement, and—

“It’s alright,” Oliver says wryly. “I heard I was wearing a pretty shitty jersey.”

Marcus snorts, and then groans, and then laughs, almost despite himself, before confessing, as quietly as he can manage—  

“Yeah, I’m…not really sorry, anyway.”


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12.4.16  ♡  16/100 days of productivity

Spreads for the month of November. Went back to bullet journaling because I missed it so much <3 My relatives from New Jersey came over and I hung out with them the whole weekend so I’m only starting my homework now woops. Also it’s snowing right now and I hate driving in snow ugh.

How do you sleep? // Theo Raeken x Reader

LETS PRETEND THATS CODY OKAY? OKAY. 

Originally posted by couplenotes

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count : 760- ish

Summary : you get stuck with Theo at a Motel California room.

note : Let’s pretend Theo is in season 3 and motel California and plays lacrosse. I’m Theo Trash. 

Warning : very fluffy

not my gif. hope you like it! 

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PROMPT LIST 


You walk in the room, Theo followed closely.  You were best friends with Lydia and Allison but they were better friends so they decided to bunk together, you got stuck with Theo since you got into the pack very recently too. You were very sceptical about him but still treated him like a friend. You were a banshee like Lydia but with stronger powers but you couldn’t control them, at all. Not even a bit. You were working on it.

You put your phone down on the side table, you just wanted to get out of your tight jeans, you cussed at yourself saying ‘shouldn’t have worn these just because my butt looked good’ you think to yourself and tug at the belt loop pacing around the room.

“You look comfortable” Theo comments putting his bag on the side of the room. You roll your eyes, “thanks” you reply sarcastically. you kept pacing, right when you turn around to face him, you are hit in the face with something soft, cloth, you pull it off your face, it was his jersey. You smile a little at him, almost saying thank you through gestures.

You quickly change into it, it almost fitted you like a dress so you weren’t uncomfortable. He was already lay on the bed with legs crossed at the ankles and his hands under the back of his head. He was in his sweat pants, only. He looked handsome, very handsome. You shrug off all the thoughts that might result in you jumping on him and get on the bed.

“Looks good on you” he compliments and you die a little on the inside. “Thanks” you mutter, you had never seen him from this ‘I-want-to-jump-you’ perspective. you sit on the bed mimicking his actions. “So, I had a question” you start looking up at the ceiling.

“How do you sleep?”

He looks at you completely confused, “I close my eyes and try to relax?” he says which almost came out like a question. He didn’t understand what you meant.

“I mean, do you sleep like a starfish, like take up the whole bed? Do you drool, oh do you snore? If you snore I swear I’ll push you off this bed” you say everything that comes to mind. He shakes his head, “I won’t interrupt your beauty sleep if that’s what you’re asking” he says looking over. You smile sheepishly, “Neither will I” you say to him, you look around, you weren’t that sleepy. “Stay on your side okay?” You say, sorta warn, but you weren’t sure if you were warning him or telling yourself to stay on your side.  

He chuckled “Sure” and slowly turned around to the other side, facing away from you. You immediately said “No, no” and pull his arm to turn his face to your face. “I don’t like that” you say vaguely.

“Don’t like what? Me getting comfortable?” he asks raising an eyebrow and turning on his side to face you.

“I don’t like it when people sleep with their backs to my face” you say and he was completely lost.

“That makes no sense, whatsoever” he says obviously wanting more info on the issue.

“If they turn on you when you’re sleeping, they will turn on you when you’re awake” you state.

“You’re an irrational weirdo” he says and grins while shaking his head, he was amused.  “It just makes me uncomfortable” you say hugging yourself after pulling the flimsy blanket cloth over you.  His jersey smelled like his cologne which was heavenly. You close your eyes and slowly try to drift into sleep.

You couldn’t sleep on your back, neither could he. You were completely restless. He groaned. “(Y/N) what are you doing?” he asked. “I can’t sleep” you complain. He quietly puts his hand on your waist and flips you to your side, facing away from him. “No. No” You refuse. “I don’t mind you ‘turning your back’ on me, sweetheart” he says.

Even after flipping you, his hands don’t go back where they belong. The jersey wasn’t that thick so you could feel his hands as if they were almost on your skin. He gently pulls your back into his chest. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck. His breathing pattern relaxed you into sleep. “Now stop complaining and sleep” he says firmly.

“I guess it doesn’t apply to cuddling” you mutter and he chuckles. “Sleep (y/n)” he says again smiling, you could hear it. You nod and drift to sleep.

Beautiful (Beau Bennett)

I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it. 

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: Nah

Up Next: ???



A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.

“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.

“Beau…and your name must be Beautiful.”

“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”

“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.

“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”

You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again…what is today’s date?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”

“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars…glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”

He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”

You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”

“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”

“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.

“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”

“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”

He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”

“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.

You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.


Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.

“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.

“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”

“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”

“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.

He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”

“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”

“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.

“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”

“What’s the score?”

“2-1.”

“Is your team or mine winning?”

A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”

“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N…but continue.”

“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”

“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”

“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”

You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t…I meant that….FINE!!”

He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.




30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,

He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.

“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.

“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything…but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”

A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”

“A typical date?”

“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.

“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date…and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you…and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”

“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky…you can even call me.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

So he did.




A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.

“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.

“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?

“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing…even if it is you.”

You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”

“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”

“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”

“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.

“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”

You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”

“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But…I wanted you to know first.”

“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.

“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?…I mean I have been for months…but I mean officially.”

You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”

“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”

“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.

Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.


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||Someday|| A Brett Talbot Imagine

{Requested:Can u do an imagine when y/n is really a badass hunter and she with scott pack from the start and then they meet Brett cocky little bastard and y/n dont give a fuck about him make it cuute👍}

(Reader’s P.O.V)
Malia groaned in pain as my arrow pierced her skin, lodging itself in her back. I shot another arrow into her leg before withdrawing another arrow. I looked around and spotted Liam who was running by. I smirked before shooting an arrow at the tree he was running towards. As soon as it hit the tree, sparks flew, messing with Liam’s vision. I quickly withdrew an arrow and aimed at Liam before letting it fly into his leg. I heard footsteps behind me, making me turn around quickly and firing at the person legs. Scott groaned as the arrow lodged itself into his leg. I withdrew two arrow and shot his shoulders while he was distracted. I turned back around to see Theo taking an arrow out of Liam’s leg. I shoot Liam and Theo with many arrows as they start dashing in the other direction. Once they collapsed, I felt Scott and grab my cross bow and throw it into the bushes.
“You sure you want me to train like this?“I asked as I took out my daggers.
"I’m sure."He whispered as he looked behind me.
I swiftly turned around and slashes a deep cut into Malia’s shoulder and kicked her away. She was going to attack me while Scott distracted me.
"Thank god I’m still human."Stiles muttered as I dug one of my daggers into Scott’s back.
Scott snarled at me as I dragged the dagger down his back. Scott elbowed my face, making me stumble backwards. Once I regained my composure, Scott lunged at me. I waited until he was close enough before sticking my feet up, kicking him further away from me. I grabbed a spearI I had in my pocket. The great thing about the one I have was that it shrinks itself as small as it can so it can fit in my pocket. I pressed the button, making it expand into its actual size. I swung the spear at Liam and Theo, throwing them towards a tree. As soon as I spotted Malia running towards me, I swung the spear again, making her fall on her butt as it came in contact with her face. I cursed under my breath as I saw Liam, Theo, and Scott rise to their feet. Malia smirked as she stood back up, making me glare at her. As soon as I saw Theo take one step, I threw the spear at Malia. It lodged itself into her shoulder and the tree she leaned on.
"I’m stuck!"Malia yelled as she tried to remove it from her shoulder.
Theo, Liam, and Scott charged at me, making my eyes widen. I reached for the knives on my belt and threw them and Theo, making him fall backwards. Liam and Scott where the strongest ones, so I was worried for a few seconds. I grabbed the wolfsbane can and took the the ring off, making wolfsbane fly into the air. Scott and Liam started coughing as they tried looking through the fog of wolfsbane, trying to find me. I ran over to the bush and grabbed my crossbow, I aimed at Liam who was the first one to make it out of the fog. As soon as he spotted me, I fired five two arrow at his legs, and four arrows at his chest. Liam’s gasped for air, collapsing on the ground. The fog started to clear as Scott fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air. I appeared right in front of him, shooting two arrow into his chest before kicking his face. I placed my foot on his chest, keeping him from getting up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw another werewolf growling at me. He started charging at me, making me shoot as many arrows as I could.
"Wait, wait (Y/N)!"Lydia yelled as I withdrew my last arrow.
"He’s not in our pack and he dares interrupt our training session?"I asked, letting my last arrow fly.
The tall werewolf stumbled back before collapsing, making me clench my jaw. I grabbed my two daggers out and rushed over to him. As I was about to dig my daggers into his chest, a pair of arms held me back.
”(Y/N), don’t! He’s a friend of ours!“Stiles yelled as he held me back.
I glared down at their so called friend, he groaned before opening his eyes. At first he seemed angry until he looked up at me.
"Tell your friend to not get in my way next time."I muttered before walking away.
I pulled the spear out of Malia’s shoulder, making her yell in agony.
"Remind me not to train with (Y/N) ever again."Malia muttered, grabbing her bleeding shoulder.
Scott groaned before getting up, pulling the arrows out. Theo and Liam and cursed under their breaths as they pulled arrows out of them.
"That was good practice (Y/N) but was the wolfsbane necessary?"Liam asked as he and Theo walked over.
"In a real fight, your enemy won’t go easy on you. They’ll do whatever it takes to kill you as quick and easily as possible."I answered, making Scott nod.
"She’s right."Scott spoke up.
"So who’s going to introduce me to my soon to be girlfriend?"Brett asked, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"You better be talking about someone else, anyone else but me."I spat, making him smirk.
"I’m talking about you sweetie-”
“Don’t call her that!"Stiles yelled, covering his mouth.
I clenched my jaw as I glared at Brett.
"But she’s so cute and tiny-"Brett started to say before I pulled out a knife and throwing it at him.
Stiles screamed, running away and hiding behind Lydia.
Brett’s knees buckled in pain as I lodged a dagger into his thigh.
"Listen here pretty boy, I don’t like cocky little bastards like you so I suggest you shut your mouth and stay out of my way."I muttered, staring him dead in his eyes.
I started walking away from them, no longer wanting to be in the woods.
"She’s new…I like her."I heard Brett say as I hopped onto my dirt bike.
I clenched my jaw, trying to stop a smile from creeping onto my face. I started my dirt bike before speeding through the trees all the way to my house.
(Brett’s P.O.V)
Yesterday I had met a very feisty yet adorable girl named (Y/N). She was a hunter that had been in Scott’s pack from the start. I smiled as the school bus stopped, meaning we were in Beacon Hills Highschool where Scott and his pack attended. I spotted the pack outside our bus, walking outside their school. Liam frowned as he saw me, he and I still weren’t the best of friends. (Y/N) seemed to notice him tense up, she looked to where he was looking and spotted me. She glared at me before pulling Liam to her side.
"Kick his ass on the field for me."She muttered, making him smile.
I smirked at her, she can pretend to hate me all she wants but at the end of the day, she’ll be mine. I stepped down from the bus and was met by the pack who all seemed welcoming except for Liam, Theo, and (Y/N). Then again Theo never really seemed welcoming of anyone.
"I am, my facial expression is just always menacing.” Theo shrugged, making me jump.
“Did I say that out loud?"I asked.
Scott nodded before sticking his hand out for me to shake. I smiled and shook his hand and watched as (Y/N) and Liam folded their arms.
"Look at Dunbar and his girlfriend!"Someone from behind the pack yelled.
Liam and (Y/N) groaned before rolling their eyes.
"That’s creepy how they copy each other…"A girl said, making them roll their eyes again.
"Stop doing that."Stiles muttered.
"We’re not doing anything!"Liam stated.
Scott smiled before wrapping his arm around Liam and (Y/N) as the pack followed Scott.
"I didn’t know they were dating."I mumbled.
"They deny if all the time but we always see them together, they’re like inseparable."Someone from the other lacrosse team answered.
I sighed before walking into their school’s locker room. I really hoped (Y/N) would be mine.
As soon as I finished changing, I opened the door to find Liam and (Y/N) walking side by side down the hall. (Y/N) was wearing an extremely short white skirt and a white crop top.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N), how many times have I told you about our school dress code!“A teacher yelled as they opened their door.
(Y/N) balled her hands into fists as she turned around.
"About the same amount of men who have left you-”(Y/N) started to say but was stopped as Liam covered her mouth.
(Y/N) kept talking but everything she said was muffled my Liam’s hand. Once Liam removed his hand from her mouth, he grabbed his jacket from his back and put it on her.
“Happy now?”(Y/N) asked, turning to the teacher.
The teacher glared at her before slamming the door. (Y/N) and Liam continued walking down the hall, making me jealous. Her hips swayed side to side, making my mouth water. I’m not giving up on her. The rest of the team walked out to the field and met with Beacon Hills Highschool’s team. I kept scoring goals, hoping (Y/N) would be impressed. After a while that Kira was disqualified from the game, Scott raced off in the middle of the game. Coach Finstock yelled for him but Scott kept running.
“Does anyone know how play lacrosse?’‘Finstock asked the crowd.
Everyone exchanged looks before I noticed (Y/N) stand up.
"I do coach!”(Y/N) spoke up.
“(Y/L/N), are you sure? I don’t want you complaining about a broken nail-”
“Coach, just let her play."Stiles said.
Finstock sighed before throwing her a spare jersey and burgundy shorts. (Y/N) put the jersey over her crop top and removed the crop top after having the jersey on her. She put the shorts on and then removed her skirt, I only managed to see her bare stomach. She gave Malia and Lydia her clothes and grabbed Scott’s lacrosse stick and helmet. Even if lacrosse gear, she looked stunning. She walked to the middle right across from me as the referee put the lacrosse ball in the middle of the circle. (Y/N) looked up at me and glared at me. She looked down at ball and before I knew it, the referee blew the whistle. Once I realized he had, (Y/N) had already picked the ball up with her stick and dashed through my team. She kept running until four of my team mates charged at her, she immediately jumped, doing a front flip before landing near the goal. She threw the lacrosse ball in the goal, making the crowd cheer. I watched at Finstock screamed at (Y/N).
"I never doubted you for a second (Y/L/N)!"Finstock yelled, making her scoff.
Liam and Stiles ran to her and hugged her. She smiled as they peppered her with kisses. As they pulled apart, she ran back to the middle of the field.
"I didn’t know you were good at Lacrosse (Y/N)."I whispered.
"I didn’t know you even played Lacrosse Brett."She replied, making me smile.
For the first time, she smiled back at me. I was caught off guard again, making her grab the ball first. She ran past me and dodged a few of my team mates before passing the ball to Liam. Liam scored and made the crowd cheer again. (Y/N) ran to Liam and highfived him. Minuets later, Beacon Hills High had caught up to us, thanks to (Y/N). As much as I liked this girl, I couldn’t let her win this for her school. So when the referee blew the whistle, I tackled (Y/N) once she had picked the ball up. I fell on top of her and heard something crack. Everyone gasped and stood up to get a better look at us. I quickly got off of her and saw her shutting her eyes tight as she rolled to her side. Stiles quickly ran to her side and so did the rest of her team.
”(Y/N) I am so-“I started to say before something hit the back of my legs, making me fall to the ground.
I groaned as I held my legs, looking up to see Liam who was fuming. He dropped the lacrosse stick as Malia and Theo ran to the field. Right before he could lunge at me, Malia and Theo held him back.
”(Y/N) how many fingers am I holding up?“Finstock asked as (Y/N) sat up.
"Three crusty fingers coach.”(Y/N) answered, making the whole team laugh.
“You-"Finstock muttered before stopping himself from strangling her.
"I’m fine, let’s continue with the game.”(Y/N) spoke up.
Stiles helped her up to her feet and walked towards me.
“You’ve got a lot of guts Talbot."She mumbled as we both walked to the middle of the field.
"I think I might like that about you."She whispered before the referee blew the whistle.
I stood there shocked at her words and once I snapped out of my trance, I turn to see (Y/N) score. The crowd stood up as they screamed, cheering because their school had finally defeated us.
Stiles and Liam ran to (Y/N) and picked her up. Stiles helped Liam put her on his shoulders as the team chanted her name as they crowded around her.
"What happened?"Scott asked, appearing by my side as he and Kira watched the team carry (Y/N) into their school.
”(Y/N) filled in while you left and won the game for you guys.“I answered, making him smile.
"Awesome."He whispered before rolling after the team.
I sighed and started walking to the school bus, as soon as I was about to step in I heard someone call my name.
"You’ve got balls to tackle me."She said as stormed over to me.
I shut my eyes as she lifted her hand up to slap me, but it never happened. Instead I felt her warm month breathe on my ear.
"You earned a little bit of my respect."She mumbled, her lips pressing against my ear.
"But no one gets away unharmed when hurting me."She whispered before kneeing my in my stomach.
I groaned as I held my stomach, making her smirk.
"And I thought you were starting to like me."I muttered, making her laugh.
"I don’t care about anyone but the pack, I don’t give a fuck about you Brett Talbot."She spat, making my heart drop.
"Not yet at least."She whispered before walking away.
I stared at her as her hips swayed side to side, lust filling inside of me. She might not like me now, but she will one day. She knew I liked her and she was using that against me, oh boy was she smart.
"Someday."I whispered, smiling at her.
I hoped I to the bus, ready to go back to my house. Someday she’d start caring, someday she’d be mine.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day/night!

Seventeen as: Things in Life

S.Coups: Bright red. Worn in baseball caps, over-sized jerseys, hot dogs and empty stadiums. The smell of fresh strawberries; Getting into your house after a day out in the winter; The feel of a new basketball. Warm summer nights. The sound of kids in the hallways on the last day of school after the bell rings; Screaming when you finally beat a hard level in a game; Teasing eyes; Mangoes.
  
Woozi: An untouched field of bright crisp snow; the satisfaction you get when you ace a test you thought you’d do bad on. Thick Holiday sweaters; paper lanterns glowing in dark streets; serious conversations with your normally easy-going friend at 2 in the morning. The colors mint and peach. Smiling to yourself as someone unknowingly compliments you. Laughing to yourself, embarrassed, after you caught yourself daydreaming about someone. The feel of new notebooks.

Hoshi: The rush of joy you feel all at once as you’re trying your hardest doing something you love. Watermelon Popsicle sticks. Turquoise. Giggles breaking the silence. 2007- 2009 pop songs that you still break out screaming to if they come on the radio. Cherry lip balm. Daisies. Empty hockey rings. Cheesy Valentine’s Day teddy bears. Spending hours on a project you’re working on, not noticing you worked through the night. Plastic water bottles.

Wonwoo: Ocean blue. Secret smiles. The jokes written on cards you get at the Pharmacy. Midnight walks. Being in a warm jacket outside during the fall. Apples. The feel of a cold PlayStation controller. Fresh pumpkins. Inside jokes with your friends. Laughing really hard after not laughing for a long time. The smell of clean linen. The moon’s reflection on a car window. Hugging a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Worn in converse sneakers. The sound of a shower running. Soft cloth. 

Mingyu: Warm cheesy pizza.  Unexpectedly laughing loudly. Ultramarine blue. Fuzzy socks. Riding your bicycle really fast and feeling the wind hit you. Mozzarella sticks. Ice cold soda on a hot day. The way gloves feel when they just got out the dryer.  Giggling to yourself as you enjoy doing something childish. Dancing to yourself in front of a mirror. The sound of the city on a busy day. Dipping new paint brushes into paint. Bright sunlight pouring in through a window.

Vernon: Staying up all night on the internet. Late night jokes with your friends. Burgers. Crinkled plaid shirts. Purple. The way your face scrunches up as you laugh really hard. 2 a.m. Ramen noodles. Feeling satisfied as you push yourself past your comfort zone and get good results. Jokes so bad they’re funny. Falling asleep to the sound of a tv show. Opening a new album package that you waited forever for. Plastic figurines. Feeling nervous on the first day of school. Rubber bracelets.  Relaxing car drives. 

Dino: Stretching in the morning. Lopsided beanies. Pumpkin seeds and tangerines. Long needed hugs. Making fake mohawks with shampoo/soap. Brand new comic books. The way your eyebrows furrow as you work hard doing something you love. The color green. Pinky promises. Randomly learning a  weird fact. Rushing to open  a package of takeout when you’re really hungry. Racing during gym. Ham and cheese sandwiches. 

Seungkwan: The smell of warm, fresh out the oven, buns. Pastel yellow and baby blue. Soft pajamas. Purposefully singing badly to a song. Scrapbooks. The taste of vanilla. The feeling of satisfaction and pride you get after you tell a joke and everybody starts laughing. Those dollar store kids hand sanitizers. Preppy button up shirts. Warm honey brown eyes. The way a librarian smiles at you sweetly. Snow falling in your hair. Thick fluffy scarves. Really puffy winter jackets. Dandelions. 

DK: Yellow and orange. Sunflowers. The way you squint your eyes when the sun is too bright. Fried chicken + french fries. Late night snacks. Sliding down wooden floors in socks. Terrible romantic movies. Imitating/mocking the GPS’ voice when you’re driving. Holding hands with your friends. The toy section at the dollar store. The smell of citrus.  Bananas. Finger painting. Bouncing your leg as you type away. Laughing with someone, adoration shining through your eyes.  Oversized shirts with jokes written on them. 

The8: Rubber bouncy balls. Happy family reunions. Fuzzy slippers. Tinsel. The faint sound of music playing at a bbq. Baby golden retrievers. Surprising yourself with your own strength. Bonfires late at night on the beach. The sun shinning extremely bright after it rained. Long eyelashes. Roast sessions with your friends. Coconuts; the smell of purple grapes. Holiday music playing in stores. Fake mustaches and waffles. Two toned/swirled ice cream. The way the warm sidewalk pavement feels against your bare feet.

Jun: Retro red. The night sky when there are no stars out. Kitchen aprons and rose petals. Steele blue. Brand new pencils. Bright white teeth and secret winks. Jumping in (clean) puddles when it’s raining. Airplanes. Apricots and strawberry jam. Cheap perfume and small tourist knick knacks. Warm caramel, covered in chocolate.  When your friend pulls through for you. 1 a.m. phone calls. Waking up before you’re supposed to and just laying there, thinking, until your alarm goes off. Fake-flirting with your friends. Plastic flower necklaces. 

Jeonghan: Neutral colors. Cactus’ and pastel flower pots. The silence before a storm. Sticking your tongue out playfully. Laughing so hard you accidentally hurt yourself by bumping into something. Messy toaster strudels. Accidentally succeeding at something/good luck. Nostalgia. When you’re tired but so excited you can’t sleep. Watching terrible comedy movies with your friends and laughing more with each other than at the movie. Cinnamon toothpaste. Saltine crackers; absentmindedly laying in a weird position when you’re invested in your hobby. 

Joshua: Worn down wood. Maple syrup on warm fluffy pancakes. Procrastinating by watching strange useless videos on Youtube. Old headphones. When your desk is messy but you kinda just know where everything is. Coffee shops and doughnuts with sprinkles. The sound of traffic at night. Knowing every word to a child’s song you haven’t sang in years. Chipped nail polish. Jeans and messy hair. Seeing your own breath when it’s  very cold out. Drawing small hearts on the car window. Secret Pinterest boards.

Can anyone just imagine a little Hufflepuff working in a small bookstore that is owned by their Grandfather or something and is constantly reading the Herbology and plant books, so she doesn’t generally pay much attention to who comes in, but one day notices a boy with brown hair, freckles and over sized glasses and jersey and thinks “He looks kinda adorable.” And then he starts reading some of the Herbology books and she’s just entranced by how interested and content he is by reading them. He looks up and they make eye contact and she ends up blushing really badly and a whole cute bookstore romance thing happens. 

Later on you find out that he’s been coming into the shop for months cause he fell in love with the way she reads the Herbology books, and was always hoping to catch her eye.