Seen undertale sans design a lot on Twitter…. freaked me out at first, but learned to love it.. I didn’t know who they were and wanted to know more?! (apparently just sans in pain. sans x pain = otp lol)
it is not my design, got permissions from @Ebott_UT on twitter here: [link] Seen a lot of fell sans from @withtheworms and @illegalsekrit … Vapetale?! (content creator can be/will be nsfw be careful!) (but so good so good…)
Swap sans and swapfell sans just made up myself to play with
…. i have lowkey trypophobia, unsure why i am simultaneously freaked out and love this…
so, im gonna try and peice together remnant's history and lore...
Hello guys, I’m gonna attempt something stupid. This is gonna be a long post, and I’m on mobile so, no readmore. I’m sorry. Press J, if you don’t wanna read, or scroll really fast. Anyway:
As the fandom politely pointed out: there are two conflicting stories on how the world of Remnant was made.
In Volume 1, Episode 1, it is mentioned that man was born from dust. Hence, why the substance that they saw as the saviour of their species is also called ‘dust’.
Then, in Volume 4, Episode 8, Qrow tells RNJR about the gods of Remnant, the two brothers: God of Light and God of Darkness. And these are the two gods who created humans as a symbol of peace after deciding to end their dispute. Qrow mentions that these gods also 'left’ Remnant. Whatever that may mean. The gods also gave gifts to the humans, the four relics: knowledge, creation, destruction, and choice.
The difference in between these two is easily explained.
According to Qrow, it was Ozpin who claimed that humans were made by the God of Light and the God of Darkness. The other claim is that humans were born from dust, a claim made by the narrator, who was revealed in Volume 3, Episode 12 as Salem.
“If you believe Ozpin…” -Qrow Branwen, Volume 4, Episode 8
In other words: the differences in the myths can be attributed to the fact that they were made by/believed in by two opposing people, Salem and Ozpin.
From both the myths, it can be gathered that the grimm have been there even before humans were. When humans appeared on Remnant (regardless of whether it was from gods or from dust, although note that gods could’ve made man from dust) they were constantly terrorized by the grimm, and was on the brink of extinction until they discovered a naturally occuring energy resource, described as 'nature’s wrath’, which humans then named 'dust’.
The origin of dust and grimm are unknown, but when dust was discovered, humans were suddenly able to fight back against the grimm, and as a result, they were able to develop larger communities, and better technology.
For some reason, neither of these myths mention faunus at all, but according to the World of Remnant episode on faunus, faunus have been around about as long as humans have been, possibly even longer. Racial discrimination against the faunus have existed even then.
Four powerful relics are apparently hidden in the hunter schools of Remnant, but since those were mentioned only recently, I won’t elaborate on it.
Another only recently mentioned thing in the World of Remnant are the silver-eyed warriors. According to Qrow, Ozpin told him that long ago, before kingdoms, people born with silver eyes became warriors feared by grimm. As seen in the show from Ruby’s display, silver-eyed warriors have a certain aura/magic -based power. The extent of this power is unknown, only that it these warriors had great skill on the battlefield. But it can be gathered that long ago, possibly even before dust, humanity’s line of defence against grimm were the silver-eyed warriors.
Something happened later on that drove these warriors from reality to the realm of myths and legends. From Hazel’s comment in Volume 4, Episode 1, it is hinted that they might’ve been hunted down.
During an unknown age, magic existed. It is unknown how many people were able to use it, but one recorded in a fairy tale (that Ozpin says is true) is a wizard, who spread his powers to four young women, creating the Maidens of Remnant.
A long time ago, according to Glynda Goodwitch in Volume 3, Episode 6, Maidens were common knowledge. Until people started actively hunting them down in hopes of inheriting their powers. So an organization was formed to protect and hide the Maidens. It is unknown when these events took place. Presumably it was long before the war, but after the kingdoms were made aware of each other.
The War then occurs 80 years before the events in the current timeline. Mistral and Mantle go up against Vale and Vacuo, and they fight over the preservation of the expression of individuality and art. Mistral and Mantle lose, and they congregate on the island of Vytal to discuss peace.
Presumably, this is when Atlas, in place of the defunct kingdom Mantle, offered to create the Cross-Continental Transmit Sytem and also when the four kingdoms decided to 'concentrate faunus population in Menagerie’ (Bartholomew Oobleck, Volume 1, Episode 12)
Sometime around this period was the Faunus Rights Revolution. I am unsure when this happened. I am unsure if this war was because faunus were mistreated before the war, or if it was because they were still being mistreated after being promised equality.
The White Fang was founded shortly after. Starting out as a organization advocating faunus rights led by Ghira Belladonna, they attempted to peacefully promote equality among races, but it soon became clear that this wasn’t working, and the faunus population started to want more radical means. Ghira steps down, and a more radical leader took over (unsure if its really Sierra Khan) the White Fang started to become more violent.
And that concludes what we know about Remnant’s history and myths. So far, nothing about this is contradictory, though it is a bit convoluted, but then again according to Salem from Volume 1, Episode 1:
“Legends, stories gathered through time. Mankind has been quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants - byproducts of a forgotten past.”
Everything on Remnant is shaped by fairytales, myths and legends, as is RWBY’s theme. I would think it was fitting for such a world to have an abundance of legendary creatures, powers, and items.
So uh, let me know what you all think, and feel free to ask me about things I might’ve missed here, and tell me if I made a mistake anywhere. Thanks 👍
‘…you always look like a little angel when you’re beneath me’
Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything,so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.
A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. I’m anxious as fuck, so please, please tell me how you feel about this part and feel free to ask questions. Enjoy!
This is a non-profit fanedit. If you like, let me know! That motivates me. Also tell me if there is any mistake, because I am Spanish and I do not know all the expressions. And if you use it, please credit me whenever possible :)
(Newt Scamander x Reader) Back Massages [SMUT Alternate Route]
Title : Back Massages
Request : Yes? Maybe?
Smut : Yes
Word count : 3,646 (bear with me lmao)
Warnings : heavy make out sessions, sex, handjob, attempts of strip dancing
A/N : As promised, the alternate route, with smut :)) I hope you enjoy it as much as the first, if there are grammatical, vocab, or other sorts of mistake, please point it out so I can fix. Building critiques and messages are highly appreciated, please tell me what you think and what should I write next? Anyways, enjoy!
“Newt, get off, this is important!” I said,
pushing him off my laptop.
“But this is fascinating! This device doesn’t have any magic on it but it
can project images of the beasts! What are they called?”
“Well.. this is Geographic Information System. It can project images from
far away from the satellite so you can study thr object without being close to
“Is it because muggles can’t use magic?”
“Yes Newt, we can’t use magic to teleport ourselves,” you said as you
watch him amused, as his eyes fixed on the screen.
Tomorrow is the fourth day of
your final exam, it’s 11PM, and you’ve been
studying until Newt decided to pay you a visit. He was going to tell you about
some new beast he discovered but the subject was long abandoned when you
accidentally opened a site where it shows live stream of wild animals.
He said he had never seen those “beasts” before and he wanted yo
study it. The “beasts” he refers to are actually Australian Golden Kangaroo
from Papua. “Why have I not seen them before? They are ordinary animals, are they?
But they look so unique! Unlike any other animal back in England!” he
You chuckle as you see him still examining the creature in awe, his cute
features getting ahead of you.
See, you’ve met Newt a year ago, when you stumbled into him in a Sumatran
forest, travelling by yourself with the purpose of photographing wild animals.
You were taking a picture of a Sumatran
tiger on a tree when he appeared out of nowhere and decided to approach
You screamed at him to run. He didn’t.
On instinct, you jumped off the tree and ran to him. But to your surprise, the
tiger was curled up against him as he scratched its ears.
Anyway. Back to the moment.
“[Name]? Are you alright? You seem to be in a daze there,” he asked.
“I’m fine, I was just remembering something,” you smiled, assuring
him you’re okay.
“Humm alright then. By the way, did you say this was
“Yup. It’s a part of my final exam,”
“Merlin’s beard! I’m so, so sorry. I got carried away… I’ll leave you to
it, [Name], I am terribly sorry,”
His face shifted to guilt and he takes out his wand, ready to teleport out of
“Newt wait! It’s okay!”
“You’re not bothering me, it’s okay. In fact, perhaps you can help me with
some of them?”
“Does the subject you are studying also includes a study on beasts?”
he asked, delighted with curiosity.
“Umm.. Yeah! I’ll take out my book. Hold on.”
You lied. The subject you are studying does not
include a study on beasts. It’s Geography. A study on earth.
You take out one of those animals encyclopedia you keep for yourself and hand
it to him.
“Interesting,” he said.
He opens the book and you can see a smile begin to form on his face.
“[Name]! This is just like my book! They are describing beasts of the
muggle world!” “Yup, do you want
to borrow it? I still have lots of them,” you replied, holding back an urge
to pinch those rosy cheeks. “May I? Oh, yes please! I’d love to
study new beasts of the muggle world!”
Without realizing it, you ruffle his fluffy hair, and he looks up at you,
surprised. And as soon as those green orbs meet yours, you pull back your hand.
“Oh my God, Newt, I’m so sorry. It was so rude, I didnt kno-”
“[Name],” he cuts you.
He then stands up, towering over you, and takes one step towards you. Your smaller figure backs up and you stumbled and sit
on your chair as his eyes never leaves yours.
‘What the fuck is this, Slytherin Newt?!’ you screamed in your mind.
Newt rarely looks at you in the eye unless it’s something important or something
he’s passionate about. With blood pumping in your veins, you
can feel your face getting redder and redder like a tomato.
He suddenly kneels in front of you and say,
“If you want to ruffle it, it’s fine! Some beasts consider it very soft,
so I understand!”
Aaaand back to Hufflepuff Newt. What did you expect? Him to kiss you??
The last thing he kisses will be Douglas. Not
you. You bet on the stars his love for his beasts is bigger
than anything else.
“Ah, okay Newt, thanks,” you sighed, a bit disappointed but still
take on his offer.
Your hand goes back to his head, ruffling and petting the light brown hair. And man, it is soft. No wonder even those
beasts of his are fond on his head. ‘I bet I can do things
with it too,’ you said in your mind.
You decided to test the water and tug on his hair a little bit.
He freezes. But you keep petting, with a little pull and tug in between, not
realizing his reaction.
You tangle your fingers between the
hair, again, tugging harder. This is like a little game to you, pulling here
and there, making sure you don’t leave any hair unpulled/untugged.
Then, you hear it.
“Ah… [Name]…” moaned Newt.
You immediately pull your hand to your chest,
not expecting that kind of reaction or that kind of sound from him.
Newt has never been the typical person that
depicts pure, untainted, kindness. And the moan that he just did, was not pure
Well, it is pure…
He looks up to you, face flushed pink, with
beads of sweat on his forehead. As he covers his face with his hand, he
“P-Please don’t do that… I… I am
extremely sensitive to hair pulling… Especially when it’s done by an opposite
He looks so adorable right now that you can just
pounce on him like a cat on heat. But you wouldn’t do that.
Or would you?
“Oh, I’m so sorry Newt… I thought it
might be nice, you know, like, my mom used to do that to me, gently pulling the
roots, as a form of
“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of it…”
The atmosphere in the room feels like it’s
sucking you in. You can even smell the awkwardness in the room.
He just stated that hair pulling turns him on,
and it’s only you and him in your room.
You decided to ignore the situation you are in,
and continue your study. “Newt, um… I’ll continue studying, and… if
you’d like, you can read my books there,” you said.
“Oh, alright, thank you [Name].”
You try to focus on your study, trying to get your eyes and mind fixed on the screen
and the book in front of you, but all you can think of was the moan he made.
It’s like a broken record, playing itself over and over in your head.
Out of the
corner of your eye, you can see Newt reading your books, his eyes following
every sentence and scanning each animal on the pages. He really is a passionate
man about animals and beasts. And that’s what you love about him.
screeching sound suddenly emanates from your laptop, and you lower the volume. Apparently,
the Geographic Information System has caught sightings of a mating dance of a
male bowerbird courting the female one. You sigh at the coincidence and lower
the laptop screen.
screeching continues, Newt recognizes the sound and snaps his head towards the
laptop’s screen and then scrambles on his feet towards you. He carefully open
the “muggle device” and look at the bird with fascination.
“What sort of
bird is this? Those vibrant colors surely are mesmerizing!”
“Um, it’s a
bowerbird, a native bird of the Papua New Guinea, considered rare and
endangered. Why, do you like it?”
“Yes, yes, very
much so! I actually learned how to perform the Erumpent’s mating dance from
various beasts, such as this bird! But only little parts of it,” he smiled brightly.
“Oh? How about
human mating dance?” you tease him.
He glances at
you for a moment before casting his eyes down, then up, and say, “I- I can show
you if you want…?”
Your eyes widen
and you swallow your spit.
What you have
expected as a human mating call was apparently strip dancing. He said that a
girl he met couple months ago in some bar in England taught him how to do that.
The thought made you boil with jealousy, but it subsides as he adds that the
girl slapped him in the face for not being ‘turned on’.
figured I had a light bulb with me, or something to turn on. Isn’t it [Name]?”
heavens for this man’s innocence.
probably,” you laugh.
stops when he takes off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and brown vest
which shapes his body nicely. You drink the sight before you. He then ruffles
his hair, making it slightly messy, but not decreasing his appeal.
before I start… I warn you that this might not be as good as my beasts’ mating
dance… Since an opposite sex showed me theirs and I don’t know how to do the
male ones, and–“
“Newt,” you cut
“You’ll do fine,
just start already!”
He snaps his
finger and Earned It by The Weekend starts playing out of nowhere. The lighting
in your room is also reduced to a pink, soft glow.
“Didn’t know you
like this kind of music, Newt,” you say.
He puts a finger
on your lip, which indicates you to be quiet. You lick your lips at his actions.
This is not the Newt you know at all.
Newt starts his
‘mating dance’ with unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing
his toned chest. His right hand very slowly travels to his neck, while the
other, down to his stomach, then his crotch. He then moves his body, following
every beat without missing any of it. Once in a while taking a step, making his
way towards you.
You glance at
his crotch, face bright red when you see his manhood rising slowly beneath the
tight fabric. His hands never stop moving, from the neck, to his hair, then to
his face. All he does while his eyes are fixed on you.
You can feel the
burn under his gaze, slowly melting away on your wheelie chair. He then turns
around, so his back and his ass are facing you. Again, he unbuttons his vest,
all the way down, and taking it off. He throws the vest to his right, then with
an agonizing pace, he hugs himself and then squat on the floor.
‘Holy fuck, holy
fuck,’ you thought, never expecting this to happen. Both of your palms are sweaty,
and you can feel sweat trickling down your back.
He then turns
towards you, still on the floor, then crawls on all four to you.
Once he reaches
you, he touches your knee and you tense up at his touch. His burning touch. He
smiles and mouths, ‘Relax.’
You close your
eyes, too embarrassed to see him, and imagine something else.
But before you
know it, he then sits on your lap with a bounce.
escapes your mouth at the contact. His eyes show a glint of worry, afraid if he
is too heavy for your smaller figure. But you just nod for him to continue.
He takes both of
your hand in his, guiding them to his shirt, which clung to his shoulder.
undress me,” he says.
The music fades
from your ear and is replaced by the hammering drums of your heartbeat.
Shakily, your hands slide his shirt off his shoulder, exposing the cool skin to
your skin, brushing against them eventually.
You look down
your lap – his thighs – in the whole process, unable to face him in your position.
He is your best friend, well, crush, and what will happen after this is over?
For him, it might be the same, but you. You can never look at him the same way
When the shirt
reaches his wrists, you help Newt to take it off him. His breath softens as he
leans down to your ear. He then whispers, “I-I’m sorry for this [Name],” before
kissing you on the lips. He seems hesitant at first, afraid of your response of
his actions. But when you kiss him back, he slowly loses control.
instinctively goes to his face, cupping him, and deepening the kiss. He does
the same, still gentle with a little tenseness between the kisses.
right hand goes to his hair while the other one still cupping his cheek. You do
what you did before, but with a little more strength. And with that, he cries
out your name, and bites your neck, trying to suppress the sounds he is making.
“You like it,
don’t you Newt?”
You pull his
hair again, this time exposing his neck. Licking your lips, you kiss the skin
of his neck, looking for a spot that makes him whimper the most. You can feel
the bulge in his pants growing even more.
“Do you really
“How much do you
want me? Do you think you’re enough?”
"I want you so
much… I want all of you… But I-I’m so scared I’ll never be enough and I-I’m not
good enough, and- and I-“ he can’t seem to be able to finish his sentence
before you feel your left hand getting wet, wet from his tears.
“Oh no, Newt,
please don’t cry… I’m so sorry I asked that… It was very stupid of me”
efforts of trying to calm him down, he can’t stop the tears from flowing down.
Those emotions he has been hiding pours out of his head when you kiss him. He
never thought that someone would like him back. All those years of rejection…
Newt then feels
your hands around him, hugging him tightly. His breath hitches on his throat.
“Newt. You are
enough. You have always been and you will always be,” you say.
“Who cares what
those people say? You are Newt Scamander and you are perfect. I would never
think that you are never good enough for me because you. Are. Enough,”
“I’ve never told
anyone this before… Except maybe Queenie
who can read my mind, but I love you. I love you so much. And I would trade
anything in the world just to be yours, and you to be mine,”
The looks on his
face writes dumbfounded, by your confession. Your face is visibly red and warm,
even in the pink, soft glow. You decided to kiss his forehead, but before you
do, he lifts his face so his lips meet yours again.
“And I, you, my
As you kiss him,
you can feel his hands going up and down your sides, to your shoulder, then
your arm, feeling every inch of you.
situation reminded me of a beast…” he said.
female is the dominant one. And the male is the submissive one,”
“Are you saying
that we are like those beasts?” you ask.
“Or are you
saying that you want me to be dominant?” you add.
“May- No! No,
no. I- I want to try to be dominant… For once… Is that okay?”
“Of course Newt.
Let’s get up first, my thighs are getting sore,”
right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”
Newt stands up
and your thighs relax. Standing next to him, you stretch your legs then plop
down your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to your personal
He obliges and
sits next to you, the bed sinking down on his weight. You cup his cheek,
wanting another kiss. But he stops you.
You raise your
right eyebrow in confusion. “C-Can I dominate you…?”
A smile begins
to form on your face as you take off your t-shirt, leaving you in a bra and a
pair of shorts.
He lies on top
of you as his hands touch the skin on your body, feeling every part of you.
Newt’s expression shows adoration, love, curiosity, and a hint of lust. In
return, you also want to feel him. Your hands roam the bare, toned torso of
his, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.
“This, this is
actually my first time…”
He blushes then
looks away, completely ashamed.
“Newt,” you say,
tilting his head to face you. “It’s my first time too. And… I trust you.”
“I-I trust you
He begins by trying
to unclasp your bra with both hands, and seem to have a little difficulty. You
smile and help him. In one swift motion, the bra is tossed aside, and your
nipple hardens as it hits the cold air.
You nod. His
hands gently play with your breasts, occasionally fiddling the nipple. He also
gives it an experimental lick and suck between every touch. You moan and sigh
at each touch, every one of them leaving you wanting more.
As he plays with
your breasts, your hands sneakily go down to his crotch, zipping down the fly
and pulling down his boxer, releasing his hard manhood. Your right hand wrap
itself around the shaft, while your left go his tip, which is leaking with
Your hand begin
to work its magic, the right pumping up and down, and the other rubbing the
tip, making a circling motion. He moans onto your breasts, the vibration
sending chills down your spine. This goes on for a minute until you decided to
pick up the pace.
As you pump his
cock faster, he also sucks on your nipples harder, each one of them getting the
same attention he’s giving.
Soon enough, he
comes onto your hands. You bring your hands to your face, and you lick them
clean. Newt blushes at the sight as he rests his head on top of your chest.
“I’m so lucky…”
You were about
to ask him what he meant until he position himself at your entrance. Before he
enters you though, you swiftly reach to your bedside and pull out a condom,
unwrapping it and placing it on his cock.
It tenses back
when you touch it, and you know he is ready for what’s about to come. No pun
“If this hurts…
Tell me to stop, [Name]. I don’t want to hurt you,”
He slowly slides
himself inside of you, his cock stretching you slowly, painfully. You cringe
and whimper at the burning sensation, and you cling onto his shoulder for your
dear life. He stops moving when your nails dig into his skin, worry flashes in
his green eyes.
“I’m okay Newt,
ah.. Give me some time to adjust..”
You try to move
your hip so his cock goes deeper. Newt understands, and he slowly sinks himself
fully inside of you.
As the burning
sensation subsides, you begin to feel pleasure. The feeling of being full, it
makes you go crazy. And you want more of him.
“Newt, you can
thrusting in an out of you with a slow pace, still testing the waters. He wants
to make sure that you are in your most comfortable position. With each thrust,
his moan gets louder. And with each thrust, he picks up the pace.
You don’t know
what to feel anymore. The sensation in your abdomen or the spinning in your
head. Everything happen all at once, and you can’t contain it anymore. You beg
for him to go faster, harder, and he does with every thrust.
Symphony of your
love making fills the air, both voices complementing each other. Him calling
your name, you moaning his name, him grunting and you whimpering at every
thrust. You reach your peak when he hits that spot inside of you that builds up
your release. You brace yourself on his shoulder, while kissing him before it
“I love you
[Name]… Ah… So much…”
“I love you too
He comes first into
the condom, you second after he finishes. It’s the most amazing thing to ever
happen in your life, and even now, you’re still seeing stars. Your body feels
like a jelly too. Both of your panting is the only sound you hear for a minute,
until he breaks the silence and asks,
“So… How was it?”
“Um… Am I not
supposed to ask that…?”
“You did great
Newt, I love every second of it,”
heavens, I thought you weren’t enjoying it as much as I did,”
“Trust me, I
really did. And now, thanks to you, I don’t think I can concentrate on the test
He gives you a
guilty toothy smile, and mutters a series of sorry to you.
baby, I’m sure I’ll nail that nest,”
“Are you really
percent sure. Now come here and let’s sleep. I feel very tired,”
He scoots down
next to you, pulling the cover over your and his naked body. You curl up next
to him, and he wraps his arm around you.
“That’s my line,
sweetheart. Now, let us sleep,”
Mr.Scamander,” you smile.
The last thing
you feel before falling asleep was his lips on your forehead.
“If there are any moments of great joy or great pain in your life, in which you have turned to any of my songs, I consider that to be the highest compliment, so thank you for including me. I think that life moves at a different pace for someone who is heartbroken, or someone who is lonely, or when you’re taking all of your insecurities that your head is cooking up and screaming into your ears. I think time moves slower. I think people need music a little bit more. Um, and I think that, in those moments, it’s important to remind yourself of a few things. And if there’s just a few things you remember from tonight, please remember these things. You are not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know you. You are not damaged goods or tarnished if you’ve made a few mistakes in your life. And you are not going nowhere just because you haven’t gotten where you want to go yet. Let me tell you a few things that you are. You are someone who is wiser, stronger, smarter, better because you made mistakes and learned from them. That’s what you are. And, more importantly, you are someone who is dealing with whatever you’re dealing with right now, but instead of letting those things define you, instead of wallowing in those things, you decided to get dressed up, go to Staples Center, and have the best time ever with me tonight. This is a song I wrote in London with a wonderful, incredible artist named Imogen Heap about… about that moment when you realise that walking through a bunch of rainstorms and continuing to keep on going doesn’t make you damaged. It actually makes you clean.”
A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx
You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.
“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.
You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.
“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.
You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.
“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.
“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”
Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.