score more points to win the game

anonymous asked:

How does a team clinch a playoff spot? Does that mean even if they lose their remaining games they'll still make it?

okay, let me explain it on the example of Leafs or/and Capitals, I’m gonna try to make it as simple as possible, for those who don’t know the NHL well yet.


this is the Atlantic Division only; table of it

first three (3) teams of each division (amount of the teams in the divison doesn’t matter– it’s always three) automatically clinch a playoff spot. so let’s edit it.

as you can see, the Leafs are 4th, 3 points behind Bruins. a couple years ago it would end like this, no chance for the Leafs to get to the playoffs, of course if we’re talking about the season ending this soon.

however, we have Wild Card these years and this is where it gets more difficult. it really used to be simplier without it.

here’s Eastern Conference, all these teams except of the Islanders are in playoff position now. they’re also the only eastern teams to be so.

the Wild Card is basically (or almost literally) combination of two (2) best teams of the specific conference that have not enough points to be in top three in their own divisions. 

you can see all these teams are mixed, from two different divisions.

kinda tricky thing about this is that there could be 3 teams of Atlantic Division in the playoffs + 5 teams of Metropolitan Division (3 top of the division + 2 Wild Card teams), it literally happened last season, same with the Western Conference where there were only 3 Pacific Division teams in the playoffs. so yes, the Islanders and Bolts are direct, really serious enemies of the Leafs in the run for playoffs though they’re not playing in the same division.

but what if the Leafs end up having the same number of points at the end of the regular season, as the Islanders have? well, then that’s quite easy. or not. I’m gonna explain this on the Caps, which have the same amount of points as the Blue Jackets but are still listed as first in the division.

NHL deals with this following ways. 

(let’s say we’re/you’re rooting for the Capitals)

1. the first and most important thing you must look at, is the number of games played. 71 - 71. same. this doesn’t solve the problem, so here comes the next thing you look at. 

(if the Jackets played one less game, they would be listed first automatically)

2. you would think the second criterion is number of wins, right? well, not exactly… the W column stands for all wins overall- including shootouts, but that’s not the column we’re thinking about now. we’re looking at this one. ROW.

it literally says Regulation plus Overtime Wins. like I said, W is wins overall, but ROW is only number of games won in regulation time and overtime. as you can see, the Capitals have won 46 games overall this season so far, but 45 of them were won in regulation or overtime. that means they have only 1 game in shootouts this season. so shootouts are really not that important to the NHL. 

and as you can see, this number is the same with the two teams. again.

3. third and usually the final criterion is the number of points the Caps have earned in games against the Blue Jackets. so basically, it’s a thing about who has been better in the mini Caps-Jackets series of 4 games this season so far.  

the first game of this season the Capitals played against the Blue Jackets ended with regulation win of the Capitals, 3-2, so the score is ‘2 points - 0 points’ 

the second game they played ended with regulation win of the Capitals, 5-0. ‘4 points - 0 points’

that’s all they have played against each other this season. they’re playing 2 more games against each other until the end of the regular season– since they’re in the same division the number of games playing against each other is 4 per regular season.

so what’s the score in the mini series? 4-0 for the Capitals.

so this is finally the reason why they’re listed first in the battle of division title against the Blue Jackets.

4. but since we’ve come this far, let’s talk about the last criterion anyway. this one is simple. NHL literally describes it as ‘The greater differential between goals for and against for the entire regular season.’

now you have to look at these three columns.

the first one, GF, stands for Goals For so the number of all goals they have scored in this season. it includes shootouts goals, where one win in the shootouts = plus one goal. this column is tied, again.

the second one, GA, stands for Goals Against so the number of all pucks they have officialy let get past their goalie’s goaline. you can see that the Capitals have been less time got scored at than the Jackets. 

the third one, DIFF, goal differential is always and simply this: GF - GA = DIFF.

so 228 minus 159 is 69, that’s the Capitals’ DIFF; while 228 minus 164 is 64, that’s the Blue Jackets’ DIFF. 

(DIFF can be totally below 0, Avalanche’s -96 is the worst DIFF in the NHL currently, while Capitals’ +69 is the best.)

the Capitals have this number higher than the Jackets, so even if they have lost one of the games against the Jackets in regulation (let’s ignore the GF/GA change), and the score in the mini series would be ‘4 points - 4 points’, the Capitals would still be listed first in the division, because of the DIFF.

oohhhh and one thing. what about the x next to the names of the teams?

  • the x next to a team means the team will 100% get to the playoffs, even if they/it lose every single remaining regular season game, even if their divisional opponents win every single remaining regular season game.
  • the y next to a team will soon appear to a team that will 100% end the regular season with the Divisional Title– will 100% end first in its division.
  • the z next to a team will soon appear to a team that will 100% end the regular season with 1st place in its conference.
  • the p next to a team will soon appear to a team that will 100% end the regular season with 1st place in the entire league. there’s an actual trophy for it, called Presidents’ Trophy. the latest winner of it, for the 2015-16 season were the Capitals.

okay, I really enjoyed writing this, more than I expected and I hope the anon, and so you others, find this at least a bit helpful.

My champion (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Warnings : Sad Zach, make out sesh, (mentions of sex ?), also English is still not my native language.
Word count: 2283.

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N: I posted my first imagine a few days ago (about my love, Montgomery, you can read it here) and you guys were just so nice, I received so many kind comments. I know I said it would be my first and last imagine, but I decided to continue writing. I hope you all like this one too xx.


Looking up at the clock, Zach sighed. They had less than fifteen seconds to go, and were ten points behind the other team. There was no way on earth that they could win this time. He turned his attention back to the game, watching as Justin ran towards the basket while dribbling the ball. The crowd cheered as he scored, giving the boys hope to continue the match. The bleachers were filled with cheering teenagers and some parents who came to see their sons play. Most of them were from Liberty High, as they were playing there, but a good third were supporters of the other team. Liberty High managed to score once more before the horn went off, signalling the end of the game. But it wasn’t enough.

Zach groaned, crouching down and letting his head fall into his open hands. Someone tapped his back in a comforting manner, probably Justin, be he did not look up. Instead, he stayed there, with his head hanging low, trying to catch his breath after the intense game. The season has just started and it was the very first match they lost, so he knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But God, was it frustrating. Zach hated losing, failing. He hated when his team would lose a game, he hated when he would fail a test. It did not only make him feel like a failure, but also a disappointment. A disappointment to his friends, to his family, to his girlfriend.

Loud laughs and screams from the other team filled the emptying gymnasium as they celebrated their victory. Zach could hear a few boys snickering as they passed him, heading to the locker room, but he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t one to pick fights.

Y/N stood on the bleachers, her eyes focused on her boyfriend who was still crouching in the middle of the hall. Her heart ached at how defeated he looked at that moment. She knew that Zach would beat himself up, he always did even though she had told him times and times again that it wasn’t his fault; that their team couldn’t win every single game and that the most important thing was to give their best. All she wanted to do was to run up to him and hug him, hold him close to her and rub his back, whispering that they’ll do better next time. But she knew better than to do just that. Y/N knew that Zach needed time after a defeat, so she decided to give it to him. She waited as the gymnasium emptied itself, and then left herself. She decided to wait for her boyfriend and their friends in the parking lot, near Zach’s car.

Jessica and Justin got there first, making their way over Y/N holding hands. Y/N smiled at them and embraced them quickly. She could tell that Justin wasn’t happy with himself either. His eyebrows were in a permanent frown and his lips in a thin line. He was trying not to show how crushed he was, but Y/N had known him for over five years and knew him all too well.

“We’re going to hang out at Bryce’s with the others, you wanna join?” Jessica asked, intertwining her fingers with her boyfriend’s. Y/N thought about the offer, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? Usually they had parties at Bryce’s place after the Tigers won a game, but a get together with a few friends might actually cheer her boyfriend up. She was going to accept and say that they’ll be there in a few, until she saw Zach exiting the high school building.

“Uh, I think we will pass this time. But you have fun, guys.” She patted Justin’s shoulder and hugged Jess again before the couple left, heading to Jess’s car. One look at her boyfriend was enough for her to know that he wasn’t in a partying mood tonight. His eyes missed their usual spark, his grip on his sports bag was so tight his knuckles turned white. Zach took his time making his way over to his girlfriend, his steps long but slow.

“Hey there.” Y/N said softly, putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly once he was standing right in front of her. Zach’s head landed on her shoulder and she could feel him let out a long sigh. Her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in concern, pulling away from him as he didn’t hug her back and looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

“What are you still doing here?” He mumbled, making eye contact for the first time since the end of the game. He didn’t mean to sound rude, though, and she knew it. He was sad and probably a bit ashamed. The boys had spent so much time practicing for this match, as they knew that the team they were playing against was really good. But it was all for nothing, or at least that’s what he thought.

 “Waiting for you.” Y/N said, taking his sports bag from him and putting it in his car’s trunk, ignoring his eye roll.

“I want to be alone, Y/N.” Zach pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched his girlfriend. She turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No, you don’t.” She took a step toward him, putting her hands on his chest. “You always say you do, but you don’t.” It was true, he knew it. He’d always push her away when he felt like this, but he’d run back to her only a couple of hours later because she was the only one who could make him feel better. A small smile appeared on his face, which made Y/N let out a sigh of relief before she continued. “So, how about we go to Rosie’s, then head back to my place?” She questioned, her eyes sprinkling with hope. Y/N’s enthusiastic expression made Zach’s heart melt. He chuckled as she got on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss and she knew that he couldn’t resist her now.

“Fine.” Zach put his hands on her hips as she pulled away and leaned in for another kiss, making her giggle. It was crazy how much calmer he was already. Minutes ago he was planning to go home, give the punching ball that he had installed in the basement a few hits, and go to bed – ready to forget about this awful evening. But now all he wanted was to cuddle his girlfriend the whole night while eating some take out from Rosie’s.

Pushing her hair behind her ears, Y/N made her way to the passenger seat, immediately plugging her phone to the radio and blasting her favourite song of the moment. Zach shook his head in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of his girl singing along to the music. He started the engine and drove off, soon joining her as they both sang at the top of their lungs. As the couple approached the little restaurant, Y/N was a giggling mess. She looked at her boyfriend as he tried to rap along an Eminem song. He was doing great at first, but then the pace accelerated and she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. Y/N unplugged the device from the radio as Zach parked the car, her Y/E/C still looking at him lovingly.

She couldn’t believe that she actually had him. After all these years of crushing on him, he was finally hers. Zach Dempsey was one of the kindest guys at Liberty High, with no doubt. He was everything she has ever wanted, and more. Smart, charming, funny, and extremely good looking. He made her feel things she had never felt before. She felt safe, loved and cherished. She felt like the luckiest girl on the entire planet with him. Y/N didn’t understand what Zach was doing with a simple girl like her, but she wasn’t going to complain, right?

“Let’s go.” Zach’s soft voice brought her back to reality. He winked at her and gave her his famous smile, making her blush before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop herself from laughing, but cracked a big smile at him nonetheless.

Taking her fragile hand in his significantly larger one, the brown-haired boy led his girlfriend to the little restaurant. They sat in their usual booth at the back as they waited for their order.

“We really sucked, huh?” Zach whispered, his mood suddenly changing from joyful to defeated once again. This wasn’t a surprise to Y/N though, she knew that cheering him up wasn’t going to be an easy task. She sighed, placing her hands on his across the table. She gave them a quick squeeze and a sent a reassuring smile in his direction.

“You didn’t. You were all great. You, Justin, all of you!” She was hoping to get a reaction out of him, a smile, a hum, a simple nod would have sufficed – but she got none of that. Instead, Zach was just staring at their hands as Y/N started drawing circles on them with her thumbs in a soothing manner. “Babe, look at me.” She demanded and he slowly obliged.

“We fucked up, that’s all.” He mumbled stubbornly, making Y/N scoff, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You lost the game, yes. But it’s not a big deal. You were good, but the other team was good too. You’ll do better next time. Stop beating yourself up. You’re always going to be my champion.” Zach nodded at her words, smiling as the word champion left her mouth. She would always call him that, whether they won or not. “Now let’s go home.” She said as the waiter brought two plastic bags filled with food to their table. Zach paid for the order before Y/N could even take her wallet out of her pocket, making her groan and him chuckle. They made their way out hand in hand, quickly getting into Zach’s car and driving to Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents adored her boyfriend, so they did not mind him spending time at their house. Her mother was so fond of the young boy, always telling her daughter that she should hold him. It took a bit more for her father to appreciate him, but after three months of them dating he understood that Zach’s intentions were good.

Making their way upstairs, Zach and Y/N waved to her parents who were sitting in the living room, watching a movie. Y/N shook her head at her mother, who was about to say something, probably ask how the game went. Her mother shoot her a knowing smile while nodding, then turned back to the TV.

Zach climbed onto Y/N’s bed after putting the take out on her desk. He watched as his girlfriend made her way over to him, lying down next to him and cuddling into his side.

 “So… Movie?” Y/N asked, her hand moving up to his chest as his arm made its way around her waist. Zach pressed his lips to her forehead, making her hum and snuggle closer to him. He cupped her face with his hand gently, tilting it up so he could kiss her properly.

 “Thank you so much for everything, babe.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, but this time more forcefully, totally ignoring her question. Y/N internally rolled her eyes, but did not complain. In fact, she pulled him closer to her by his neck, deepening the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, making him groan. Zach swiftly moved them so he was hovering over her, his arms on either side of her body. Y/N’s fingers played with the little hairs at the base of his neck, which she knew was going to drive him crazy. She couldn’t help but giggle as Zach rolled his hips into hers, again and again.

 “What are you laughing at?” He broke the kiss, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust. Y/N bit her bottom lip at his appearance. His pupils dilated, his hair messy and his lips swollen from her kisses. She wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with her parents awake downstairs.

  “You know we can’t do that.” She said softly, her lips brushing against his. Zach groaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck, leaving a few kisses there. Once again, she was right. Y/N’s parents might be accepting of their relationship, but he knew they should not push things too far. The girl kissed his temple, her hands running up and down his back as they laid there for a few more seconds, just enjoying each other’s company.

“We should eat, the food is getting cold.” She pushed him off of her softly and got up to take the bags from the desk, bringing them to her bed. Zach was still lying there, facing the celling. “Come on, we can eat, watch a movie and then when they’re asleep, maybe…” She did not finish the sentence, she did not need to. The boy’s eyes widened, full of hope and lust once again. He smirked at her, making her roll her eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He smiled to himself, pecking her lips one more time. He couldn’t wait to see where the night was going to take them.


The end was terrible, I’m really sorry about that. This whole thing is a flop tbh.

Tagging @xbarrjallenx, @ans-atkins, @arch1eandrews (cause you’re total Ross trash hun)

I actually have a few ideas for another Monty imagine, a Justin one and a Jeff one, but I don’t know if I should write them?? Anyways, let me know if you’d like that!

France wins if: they beat the US or they tie and the Germany-England game is a draw or a Germany win

England wins if: they beat Germany and the US and France draw or the US wins by the same scoreline as England or by one goal more (First tie-breaker for the same number of points is goal difference which would be the same. Second tie-breaker is goals scored where England has one more goal than the US. Third tie-breaker is head-to-head result which England holds)

The US wins if: they beat France and England loses against Germany or, if England wins, they beat France by 2 goals more than England beats Germany

Seventeen going bowling
  • <p> <b>S.Coups:</b> Tries to teach everybody how to play. Fails ofc<p/><b>Jeonghan:</b> Cheers Dino all the time. Acts like a proud mother<p/><b>Joshua:</b> Prays before throwing (rolling?) the ball<p/><b>Jun:</b> Doesn't care about the game. Orders pizza and eats<p/><b>Hoshi:</b> Makes bets with DK (who will score more points)<p/><b>Wonwoo:</b> Teaches Mingyu (and flirts with him lol)<p/><b>Woozi:</b> Tries to throw the ball at Hoshi/DK/Mingyu/basically everybody<p/><b>DK:</b> Makes bets & jokes around<p/><b>Mingyu:</b> Has 0 points for like a half of the game<p/><b>The8:</b> Eats with Jun and tries to win bc no one will beat bboy Minghao<p/><b>Seungkwan:</b> Argues about how his throws are the best quality<p/><b>Vernon:</b> Hamburger & chill probably<p/><b>Dino:</b> Wins the whole game<p/></p>

AAAAAAAAA!!!! Thank you Anon!!!!!!
I tried to make him sweet and romantic like you wanted, but keep him in character, so he’s still super sassy.

Have fun you two!

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“Are you willing to go out this weekend?”

“Sure, I’ve got nothing else going on. Whose all coming?” Your back turned to him, you load the washing machine in the empty laundry area on base.

“Me.” He states plainly, leaning on a machine behind you.

You pause for a moment, then continue your chore. “Just you?”

“Just me.”

“So, you mean, like a date then?” You close the lid, and fiddle with the dials to distract yourself.

“Mmhmm.”

You turn around and see him, with crossed arms, looking at you. “Alright, I’m game.” You say, trying to sound confident. He hums and you offer a smile, nervous in nature, pick up your basket, and go on your way. “I’ll see you then.”

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Casual. You could do casual. Or, wait. How casual should it be. Like, normal casual? Maybe you should try to look a little nicer. But, what if he didn’t and you ended up looking like an over prepared doof? You groan, debating over a nice jacket, or a comfortable sweatshirt.

This is ridiculous.

You mull over your choices for a bit longer before you glance at the time and realize that you need to go.

Jacket it is.

“Took you long enough.”

“I’m, like, two minutes late.” You ague once the car that dropped you off left. It was a real pain to get out of the base sometimes, safety protocol proving itself to be annoying as always.

“I got here on time.” He begins to walk down the road and you follow, putting your hands in your pockets in attempt to keep them warm. You take this moment of silence to study him, relishing in the time you get to see him outside of his normal combat attire. It was no surprise that he had a hood on, but doubling it surgical mask, left most of his face obscured to the public.

“Sooooo…” You begin.

“So?”

“Where we goin’?”

“A carnival. It’s suppose to only be here for the weekend.” He glances over to you, noticing how you rub your hands frantically together. “Here,” he takes off his gloves and hands them over, “I don’t need these.”

“Oh, thanks.” You swiftly put them on, feeling silly for forgetting your own.

“You really should’ve worn a thicker jacket.” You face him again, but he looks away. “That one’s nice, but doesn’t look very warm.”

“I’ll be fine.” You assure him. He huffs, not wanting to press further.

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“I bet I could hit more targets than you.” You almost pull him to the shooting booth, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I don’t use weapons built for accuracy.”

“Then I’ll win something just for you.” You joke. “What’d ya want? The rastafari banana? Or maybe the blow-up Spider-Man hammer?”

“How ‘bout we play that instead.” He points over to a horse racing booth. “Who ever loses pays for food.”

“Deal!” You sit next to each other, and as other people fill in the few remaining seats, you inspect the game. It was basically mini skeeball; the higher your score, the faster your horse ran.

An easy win.

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“Honestly, I think that guy who got first was jipped. The 'light-sword’ is much better than that big dolphin he got.” You swish your sword around nonchalantly as you spoke. Dusk was well underway, letting the glow it emitted be much more visible.

“A missed opportunity, really.” Reaper commented, amusement lacing his voice. You chew on you food, setting your prize to the side.

“You sure you’re not hungry?”

He nods. “Not a fan of carnival food.”

“Then why’d you make the bet?”

“So you’d let me buy you food.” He waves his hand lazily side to side, “Don’t get me wrong,” he leans onto the table, “if I wanted to, I would’ve demolished you.” You can’t see his mouth, but you know he’s smirking.

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“Together or separate?” He asks as you both wait in line for the bumper cars.

“Separate. It’s no fun unless we both get to drive.” When the worker opens the gate, you squeeze your way to the first open car of your favorite color. He nabs a dark red one that was frozen bumping into yours, and as soon as the cars were allowed to move, he slammed onto the gas petal, veering you to the left.

“You were right. This is more fun.” He taunts. You decided to back up without notice, causing him to bump into a dad and his kid that were on the other side of you.

“So long sucker!” You boast, circling around him, only to immediately get stuck between two other cars. “Help me sucker!”

He slams into one, braking the three of you free. Your thanks is cut off by him forcibly turning his wheel to the right, pushing you against the wall. He chuckles and turns away with a sarcastic, “You’re welcome.”

Oh, he was not getting away with that!

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A shiver goes through you. Guess Reaper was right about bringing a thicker jacket. In your defense, it’s a lot colder than the weatherman said it would be.

“You’re super cheesy, you know that?” You pull your arms closer to your body, trying not to show how cold you really were.

“And?” He taps on his phone, angled in a way that you couldn’t quite see what was on the screen.

He lets you step into the cart first, before settling beside you and allowing you to rest your sword across the both of you to fit.

“Making the last ride be the Farris wheel? What, were you born in the 80’s?” You rest your arm on the bar, then your head on that and smile at him.

He closes his phone and exhales loudly through his nose, “Looks like I’ve been found out.” He quips.

You start your assent backwards, and you stare in awe at the lights around you. “Woah, it looks so cool from up here!” You point down below, “Hey, look! That guy has the same jacket as you.”

“I wear it better.” He snorts, completely serious. “That kid just ate it.” He states, moving your attention to the teen getting up off the floor.

“At least their smoothie survived.” You nod. He lets out a short laugh and agrees.

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The walk back to the pickup area is pleasantly quiet. He lets you take the first car, and you thank him for the fun night, agreeing that it should happen again soon.

Your first thoughts upon arriving at the base were of sleep, however entering your room reviled a package resting on your bed.

Curious, you open it and read the note printed out and taped to the plastic inside.

“Next time, wear something that’ll keep you warm.” You pull out a heavy jacket from inside, styled similarly to the one you had on.

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Not the most romantic, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it seemed more fun than a fancy dinner. (Now I wanna go to a carnival.)

I should go to bed now.

Something Every High School/College Senior Should Hear.

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And then things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

You’ll be on y our way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t
Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
'cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike,
And I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never foget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So…
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You’re off the Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

Defying Gravity // Philip Hamilton x Reader

Never in a million years I imagined I’d be writing fanfiction for the founding fathers of another country yet here I am.

This goes out to Charley ( @always-blame-jefferson ) who is one of my bestest friends, I hope this cheers you up my friend.

Warning: This is a modern days AU, also it’s so sweet it’ll give you cavities so enjoy my loves.

Word Count: 935, short and sweet.

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Things were definitely not going to plan.


As the top student of George Fredericks academy, (Y/N) (L/N),  had everything planned out for her life until he came along, he being Philip Hamilton. 


It all began in a Chick-Fill-A of all places. 

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Debut- Alex Nylander

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

Alright y'all… I miss the Leafs. I know this isn’t about them but they played them ok? Work with me peeps! XD Any who! A little Alex nerves and then playing then well… losing. So Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: So i know this is a little bit late but as Alex nylander made his NHL debut could you do an imagine about it?

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              “What if I fall on my face?”

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amethystfairy1  asked:

For Hanamiya Makoto. I'd love to see a scenario where Mako is super shy and awkward when it comes to relationships, but is like the sweetest boyfriend. She's never been allowed to come to any games. To surprise him, she goes to one, and sees his play. She's disgusted and leaves him though he's devastated. Then Mako's trying to clean up his act for her with a ton of hilarious attempts at showing her he's sorry! Bonus points for Seirin shocked he's gone clean, and got a hot girlfriend XD

Hi, nice to see you here! ♡ I altered this so it would fit his personality… Hanamiya just really, really doesn’t fit with sweet and hilarious all that much. Nevertheless, this was fun. For me. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

Holy fuck, did this one get long… over 4K words? Whaaaaat????

Phone - check.

Purse - check.

Train pass - check.

Earphones - check.

You finished running down your list, tied your shoes, locked the door, and set off. You had a big plan for today: you were going to surprise Hanamiya by coming to his game for the first time and possibly cheer on his team. 

Up until now, Hanamiya always found some excuse not just to keep you from watching him play, but even from meeting his teammates. 

It sounded to you like he was shy about it, or maybe he was afraid he’d get too distracted if he knew you were there to witness the match, so naturally your plan was to avoid being spotted by him for at least the majority of the game. You knew that his team was strong and brought home significantly more wins than losses, so depending on the score perhaps you could make yourself noticeable when the point gap was big enough for their advantage. Just in case Hanamiya actually could get that much distracted.

You sincerely doubted that, though. While Hanamiya cared about you in his own weird, slightly twisted, slightly reluctant, slightly clueless, sometimes even sweet sort of way, he wasn’t someone who could get distracted too easily.

As such, half an hour later you stepped out of the train and full of excitement you headed for the gymnasium. He had told you that the closest upcoming game should be interesting, particularly because of the team they were playing, so you thought that maybe the opponents had an unusual style, or maybe they were past friends with Hanamiya, or maybe they wouldn’t play fair. 

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The Moon’s Dagger and The Sun’s Arrow -Jaemin!soulmate au

@idontknowahaechan - oooooohh soulmate!jaemin (this is4morgan n viv)

so in that case I guess i gotta tag you two dudes as well @secretlymadeoutofcups @jaeminnana and also @jaeminniemouse

Member: Na Jaemin

Type: Fluff mostly but maybe a slight bit angsty

Warnings: Mentions of death and suicide but it’s not that bad, Blood?

Plot: In a past life you and nana were soulmates but that ended badly thousands of years later he finds you again even if he didn’t know he was looking in the first place.

A/N- I personally cringed writing this not because it’s cringy (wait it might actually be idk my cringiness is clouding my judgement) but more because of how bad I think it is

Originally posted by nakamotens

It was a myth of love and heartbreak. The myth was about two people from different kingdoms, enemy kingdoms, who fell desperately and hopelessly in love. Due to the kingdoms ban on interactions between the peoples of the two kingdoms the two were forced to keep their love secret meeting only in a pavilion surrounded in a pond, flowers and vines in the silence of midnight. The legend says the soulmate’s love for each other was so greatly powerful that with the two of them together they could summon the light of the moon and the sun combined, the lights would dance with the couple encouraging their romance.

This paradise wasn’t eternal; war broke out and the couple was separate. One was injured, with an arrow whilst the other died in battle stab through the heart with a danger. There are two versions of the myth one states that so full of grief and rage, they would rather have died than be parted from their loved one, that they drowned themselves in the pond. The other version of the myth says they buried the dagger and the arrow under the pavilion and swore they would, in another life, be reunited with their lost love.


 You closed the book and set it down, you had read it again for what felt like the thousandth but you didn’t care it was still your favourite story whether it was real or not you didn’t care, it was hella cute even if it wasn’t a happy ending.

You got up from your pillow fort and walked over to your bags which lay packed ready to go. Your friends and you were going on a school trip to a camp an hour’s drive away for an ‘education experience of myths’ which in other words means the school wanted to get rid of the troublesome kids so they could redecorate the teacher’s lounge.

A text from your parents told you to clean your room and go through your packing list so you’re ready to go when they swing by.

You gather all the pillows and stuffed them under the bed along with most of the junk on your floor, this made it look clean but what your parents don’t know can’t hurt them soo.

You grabbed you bags and opened them, riffling through them with the speed of light and closing them again. Cleaning of the room, check and making sure I’ve packed properly, check.


The camp was big, like we’re talking so big it had a Museum of Myths (you we’re freaking out about this one), a lake, group activities and enough cabins to fit two schools, which it was. Another school was there when your bus stopped, a private school.

The two schools would be competing for ‘fun’ though out events in the camp. You wouldn’t take part in any events just watch from the side-lines and support your school.

The schools were way more competitive than the teachers had probably planned. Shouting swears and going as far as to pull pranks on each other. Fish, frogs and mouldy food had found its way into many peoples’ bed from both schools. Buckets of soup, lake water and spoiled milk had been placed all over the camp sending panic and chaos through ever camper.

One of the events was badminton, not wanting pranked you sat at the back whilst the players stepped onto the court. Then it began the shuttle was launched, players hitting it back and forth. Then you spotted him hitting the shuttle on the opposing team’s side.

His hair curled the colour of hazelnuts and chocolate, a cheeky grin spread on his face gracing the world with its presence, plump pink lips and kind charming eyes. He seemed to radiate positivity and sunshine. He moved with grace and elegance trying to defeat the player from your school.

His school was winning and only had one more point to score before they took the victory for that event. That’s exactly what he did, smacking the shuttle out of the reach of his opponent reach and claim his school another victory. You didn’t care about the game or who wins it but when he got the victory you couldn’t help but feel happy for him, even though a wave of swears and hatred went through your school

He beamed a smile and did a cute little fist pump in the air. He looked over the audience and his eyes met yours, his smile faltered for a minute while he looked at you. Averting your eyes, you started to talk to your friends at your sides, but you still felt his lingering gaze upon you.


After dark the hatred remained and the schools increased the horridness of the pranks after the badminton game. Some kids had been thrown into the lake others had all their clothes hidden after showering. You had managed to stay clear of all the awful things until midnight when you desperately needed the bathroom. You were slightly terrified of the dangers but screw it you needed to get it over with.

Slipping on your converse and taking a flashlight you headed out into the dark.

You got far enough to trick yourself into believing that you would be fine but stupid universe just wasn’t gonna let it happen that way. You walked right into a trip wire and set off a chain reaction which led to the bucket of fish guts above your head. The bucket tilted ready to spill its contents all over your head a hand swooped in snaking around your waist ripping you from the danger. The figure didn’t let go after the fish guts hit the ground inches from where you both stood, instead they led you out from the cover of the trees and out into the open. The moonlight acted as a flashlight shining on his handsome features as he smiled down at you.

“Hi, found you” he smiled at you, hand still around you.

“H-hi, you were looking for me?” you timidly said confused about what that meant.

“Yeah I remembered you from the badminton and I had to find you after the game” he said giving you a cheeky little wink, he continued to speak “I want to show you something, follow me” he let go of you and walked back into the trees.

“Wait one minute boy, I don’t know your name let alone trust you, a stranger, to walk me into the forest” you half yelled, but that wasn’t completely true you did have this extremely odd feeling that you could trust him which is why when he didn’t answer you ran in after him anyway. He waited for you beside a tree and when you caught up he took your hand in his intertwining your fingers with his.

You weren’t too shocked by this because the feeling of this being so right pushed those thoughts out your head.

“My names Na Jaemin” even in the darkness you could see he had given you another smile which for first time you retuned, he then began to walk again you slightly behind him.

The walk went on for a good twenty minutes and then you saw it, light from your flashlights illuminating the waters of the pond and the white marble of the pavilion. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he led you closer. A bridge took you both across the pond and he parted the vines and pulled you in after him. This place seemed so familiar to you, Jaemin seemed so familiar to you.

Jaemin led to the centre and let go of your hand walking up to a pillar and taking matches from his back pocket, striking it and lighting a torch, the flame from the torch carried on in a line around the pavilion until the small space was completely lit. You could see the floor pattern now a Heart with a dagger and an arrow through it.

Jaemin stepped back into the centre and took both your hands.

“You know what my name is, shouldn’t you at least return the favour” you pondered what he was asking.

“Y/N!” you sorta blurted out. Then blushed. A LOT.

He hysterically laughed at you then stepped close letting go of one of your hands and brushing his thumb over your cheek. You looked into each other eyes before your eyes flickered done to his pink lips then back to his beautiful dark orbs. He moved in closing the gap connecting his lips lightly to your own his hand cupped your face while the other set itself on your hip. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you both started to move your lips. The emotion in the kiss made it seem like you were both making up for thousands of year’s worth of lost time.

You opened your eyes and immediately stopped kissing him looking down at his chest were under his shirt a bright golden light illuminated and spilled out spiralling around you both. Focusing on his chest you hadn’t noticed the silvery light spilling out of your own chest. Jaemin seemed just as shocked as you gaping open mouthed as both the lights tangled together like intertwining threads.

Your vision began to go blurry like a silk vail shielded your vision, then you remembered the war, the pavilion and Jaemin your very own sunshine. You looked down and saw a dagger plunged deep into your chest and the pain and heart break you felt knowing you were dying leaving Jaemin behind. Then the memory ended and you found yourself sitting on the floor looking at the floor of the pavilion where the arrow and dagger looked back. You looked up, Jaemin sat in front of you still in a trance, you crawled over to him cupping his face in your hands as the memories of your past life flood your brain causing your eyes to tear up.

Jaemin’s eyes opened. He reached up and pulled you to him to reconnect your lips this time he knew why he was so madly in love with you. You broke apart from the passionate kiss.

“Found You” he said a smile plastered on his face “My precious moon light, my soulmate, my dagger”


Originally posted by catweeen

Ok, so not sure if i like this one but I’m gonna post it anyway just in case it’s not as bad as I think it is, yo does that even make sense?

A Win || Jeno

Group: Nct
Member: Jeno
Genre: Fluff, basketball!au
Word count: 1.2K
A/n: I’m so bad a endings what is wrong with me, this is my first jeno fic so I hope you enjoyed it, I love basketball player jeno.

Originally posted by neotechs


Getting dressed into your red and white cheerleading outfit in one of the stalls you were nervous and excited for the big game tonight.

“Y/n are you excited” a fellow cheerleader called from the outside. You smiled a bit “yeah I can’t wait I stayed up late perfecting. the routine” you told them.

One of your teammates giggled “make sure you cheer extra hard for Jeno” another girl added.

You paused your motion “why only Jeno ” you said nervously. To be honest you did cheer extra hard for your friend. It motivated him when you would yell Jeno and give him a cute fan chant. He would always glance at you with a wide smile.

“Because isn’t it obvious” another girl piped in. “Jeno has a thing for you” she said. Your mind reeled at the words “for me” you said confused.

The Jeno. The tall basketball play you always cheered for. “Yeah y/n it’s pretty obvious don’t you think it’s weird no boy has confessed to you” another added.

“No I mean I’m not special” you told them completing your change. You left the stall to see most of your team already ready.

One of the girls huffed “Boys are just afraid to ask you out because Jeno is always with you.”

You thought about it for a second reeling in your mind. Jeno and you were always together. Walking to practice together. Walking home and such. You would hang out with his basketball friends and such.

“No its because I’m a cheerleader and he just wants to be nice” you explained to them grabbing your pom poms. In your mind you told yourself Jeno didn’t have feelings for you. In reality that’s all you ever hoped for of him. Is maybe a little spark could ignite into a romance. You dismissed those thoughts.

“When will you learn” your team mate said shaking her head. You rolled your eyes, your captain coming out.

“Okay girls let’s take it from the top before the game” she said clapping.

You tried to focus on your routine but all you could think about Jeno.


While Jeno was in his locker room. His thin eyes stared at the floor just thinking.

“Ready for the game” Jisung said tying the laces to his sneakers. Jeno grinned “yeah just thinking about something” he told his friends.

Jeno smile weared down his mind racing. “Is it about a particular Cheerleader” Renjun asked. Jeno head snapped up “how did you guess” he admitted.

Jeno was thinking about you the game the pressure. You and him have been close friends for a whole. You being on the basketball team cheerleading squad made him rather happy.

He got to see you almost everyday. His cheeks flamed red when he watched you cheer in that small costume. He always was distracted at practice with your stretching and jumping around it was to adorable.

“Hm it’s so obvious” Haechan added. “You almost snapped at me for making a comment on her uniform” he said.

Jeno sighed closing his eyes he did remember that. His jealous side was flared at the problematic comment the Jeju boy said. He felt justified for giving his friend a warning.

“Don’t get to distracted today” Mark warned but with a kind manner. He was the best leader for the team. Always giving nice encouragement. Jeno nodded knowing what he was goig to do after the game. 


“Let’s go Nct, Let’s go” you yelled. It was a close match with Neo culture team only down a few points. Everyone was on edge waiting for the loud horn to start the last 5 minutes.

“Okay girls good job” your captain said. You all cheered and sat back on the bench to continue watching the game.

Your eyes never left the game and particularly Jeno. His long strong legs jumped to great heights.

His basketball uniform looked nice and clean. His black hair pinned up with a sweat band.

You looked behind you to see the older varsity team watching the younger ones. At least they seemed happy to watch the juniors.

You held your breath as Jeno passed the ball to Chenle. The short boy faked out the other players and throw it at Mark

The huge red clock hung as the numbers ran down. You looked at the players Mark was trapped between three others. As he dibbled the ball he kept it close but knew he couldn’t travel.

All could be heard was the crowd cheering and sneakers squeaking against the floor. You watched in interest, holding your pom pom close to your body.

“Jeno” Mark said tossing the ball to Jeno who was clear. The clock ran down as Jeno caught the ball and threw it to the hoop. It felt like everyone in the gym was quiet waiting to see. As Jeno closed his eyes then a loud blare of the game ending signal. 

We all held our breath seeing Nct scored more points, the last hoop was a three pointer. Which put them ahead of the other team. Then louf cheering filled your ears watching them win.

Jeno huffed and smiled at the clock. The sweat was glistening against his tan skin.

“Okay guys” your captain said, we got up doing out routine cheer, you lifted up the pom pom. A smiled attached to you feeling utter happiness for your team.

You watch junior Nct team all came together yelling in huddling together. This game was basically the most important win in our district.

Us cheerleader did our pom pom dance as we all watched in admiration at our basketball players. Feeling pride at this win.

Tears were brimming in there eye. Renjun was crying heavy “Renjun is so cute” one of your teammates gushed at the scene.

Suddenly you felt two large arms hold you. Spinning your around in the hold. “I did it Y/n” he said releasing you slightly. You blushed at the close proximity he was. His uniform smelled like a mix of sweat and cologne.

“Yeah you did” you said in awkward manner enjoying his embrace. Looking at your team they all have knowing smirks on there faces.

Jeno wiped the sweat from small his eyes with a small towel around his neck. “Um y/n” he asked. Jeno awkwardly looked at his team who was separately celebrating with there older basketball team.

“Would you like to grab something to eat” he said stepping back away from you. You already missed his arms around you. Your heart skipped another.

“I-I would love that” you spoke to him. Jeno broke out in a huge smile. His nose scrunched up, as he smiled. “Great I’ll see you after we collect our stuff” Jeno said.

Before he left he suddenly he swooped down to give you a small kiss on the forehead. “See you” he said a large smile lit his face, as he ran back to his team again.

Your hand touched the spot. Feeling the heat radiate from your face already. Your heart was racing and your legs weak at the small kiss.

“Oh my gosh y/n” your friends came around you, there eyes held complete shock but joy. You blushed and looked at them. “Oh my” you said broke out in a smile.

“I have a date with Jeno” you said breathless. Tonight you knew sparks would ignite. You glanced at Nct again to see them holding a huge trophy.

Tonight was going to be eventful you thought watching Jeno hug everyone on the court.

penslet, act III scene i
  • GENO: Be score, or not be score- I'm ask the question: If is better in my mind to be suffer sticks and pucks with too many injuries, or be fight against lot of troubles, and by oppose I'm end them. To fight, to box-- no more-- and by penalty say we kill power play, the thousand Sidney points that ass is help cause. I'm to be fucking, I'm wish for too much. To shoot, to miss, too miss-- maybe rebound-- to score, I'm to dream: yes, that is cause, for mad at loss what win must come when we're shuffle off ice of bad defeat, must make us stop. There is respect, but make chaos in such long game. Think who will hold grudge and loss long time, this opponent wrong, I'm proud so more yelling anger to pain of hated love, the league's delay, stupid of Bettman, and I'm be want prove wrong bad hot takes, when Sid himself be snap at media with no fear? Who would be score, be little bit die under hard game, but that be scare of overtime after game, not know advantage, has plays but make no goals, confusing to me, but make us face problems we have and not hope to solve own problems? I'm trying be brave but too much fight for win, and so our home crowd help end it but we injured lots with hard casts on legs, but take on enemies no problem and know their plays not work and lose momentum of game.
"Sure" Haechan Imagine (school au)

You dragged your feet as you made your way to the bus stop. Your eyes were heavy and your lips formed a subconscious pout. It was Friday and you literally never worked harder than you did this week. All you could think of was your bed and how much you missed it.

As you plopped down in the bus stop bench you saw someone approach from your peripheral. When they sat down you realized it was Donghyuck, the boy from your chemistry class. “Hey.” he grinned.

You immediately straightened up your posture, not wanting to seem as utterly dead as you were. “Hi.” You said before clearing you throat.

“Stressful week?” His beautifully brown eyes starred at you with inquiry. You nodded as you swiftly broke eye contact.

“I don’t usually see you waiting here.” He observed your defeated figure as he spoke.

“I’m I left school kinda late. Usually I catch the early bus. I’m just a bit out of it.” You mumbled.

Donghyuck’s eyes were glued to your lips as you spoke.

“Ah,I see. My friends and I were gonna get some ice cream. I wanted to see if you could come…….some friends from Chem.” He rambled while scratching at the nape of his neck.

You looked ahead with wide eyes. The bus pulled up as you began to reply. “I’m not that tired. I can come I guess.” you said in attempt to play it off.

“Are you sure? You seem really tired.” He asked as he stood up for the bus.

You quickly nodded and stood up while reaching for your bag. Donghyuck’s eyes quickly adverted to your bag and he grabbed it before you.

Your skin heated up as you watched him walk towards the bus. He turned back and smiled at you as you practically froze.

When you found seats on the bus, Donghyuck scooted closer to you,making room for anyone who walked the isles.

You tried your best to act unbothered but when you gazed over you noticed his beautiful skin, unbearable wide eyes and that you were getting carried away.

When you readjusted yourself on the seat he did too. “So what type of ice cream do you like?” He turned to face you completely.

“Um” you inhaled. “Vanilla is pretty good.” you said while looking out the window.

Donghyuck chuckled at you. “What?” You questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

“That’s such a boring flavor but at least now I know what to get you.” He chuckled again while nodding his head.

Donghyuck slid his phone out and popped one earbud in. As he handed you the other you started at his hand and then up at his face. He gestured towards you again before you took it.

You nodded to the mellow music as he hummed to himself. At the time you couldn’t decide which one was more soothing the song playing or his humming.

Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as the song continued. Your head inevitably landed it Donghyuck’s shoulder as the bus shook passengers side to side. He didn’t move one inch as you rested on him. He continued to hum as you were then surely sleep.


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A gentle hand patted your head, in attempt to wake you up. Your eyes shot open quickly after the contact. “This is our stop.” Donghyuck said as he stood up with your bag. You followed him off the bus trying to gain awareness of your surroundings.

“You must have stayed up late last night.” Donghyuck said as he opened the door to the ice cream shop for you. You laughed to yourself as you entered the shop.

“We’re kind of early.” He said as he sat the both of your bags down at a table. “Wanna go to the arcade?” He asked cheerfully.

“Sure.” You said in the middle of sitting down.

Throughout the time you were in the arcade Donghyuck managed to bet you that if he won at air hockey you’d have to try his favorite ice cream flavor. You maintained a tie for the majority of the game but Donghyuck ended up scoring the game winning point.

You dropped your head in defeated as he started to victory dance. “So close.” You pouted to yourself. He ran around the table to tease you more.

“Good game.” He laughed

He lifted your head by tipping your chin up. He looked directly into your eyes. “Yo-” he began to speak in a lower tone but failed to finish. There was a sweet moment of silence where Donghyuck seemed dumbfounded by something you couldn’t discover.

As he realized what was happening he quickly removed his hand from your chin. “I’ll still get you vanilla if you want.” He began to fumble with his fingers. “I’m not really hungry. I think I’d waste it.” You said while leaning on the hockey table.

“Then lets share. I’ll eat vanilla too. It’s fine.” Donghyuck seemed to answer all of your questions before you could get them out.

As you looked over at the cafe section of the store you saw your classmates arriving. The two of you greeted them and stood in line to order.

“You guys had a little date at the cafe huh?” Your classmate said while nudging at you and Donghyuck.

Donghyuck laughed frantically at the comment. “A date? What are you saying?” He shook his head.

You observed his body language and forced a laugh.

When you all finally got the ice cream he ate slowly making sure that there was enough for you. He carefully watched you and occasionally asked if you needed anything else. Your classmates made snarky comments about the two of you, which made you more conscious of your actions.

You could tell Donghyuck was becoming uncomfortable and you became concerned. It was too late to start defending him, you thought. You thought you should just leave to lighten the mood for him.

You began to gather your things quickly. “Uh guys it’s getting late I have to go.” Donghyuck shot you a surprised look as he watched you commence departure.

“Uh I-me too.” He quickly followed you out with his bag. “Are you alright?” He asked while walking with you.

“Yeah, their comments kind of bothered me.” You said nonchalantly.

“What? The comments they made about us dating?” He asked nervously.

“Yeah.” You replied.

“That was a bit awkward.” He chuckled to himself causing you to laugh.

You nodded as you continued to walk. “But was it because you wouldn’t date me?” He asked innocently.

You stopped in your tracks. “What?” You questioned.

He stood in front of you with his head facing the pavement. “Did it make you uncomfortable because you wouldn’t date me? I mean like, do you like me?” He snuck the second question in.

“Yeah, I like you a lot. But how come we can’t hang out without people assuming things?” You trailed off.

“If I were them I’d assume too.” He snickered to himself.

“What was that?” You lifted your chin to him.

“I’d assume we are dating too because we look cute together.” He quickly spoke before taking steps towards you.

You didn’t speak as your face heated up. A smile played across your lips as he got closer. He allowed his nose to graze yours before letting his lips come into contact with yours. You closed your eyes and pecked back. There was an absence of contact that caused you to open your eyes.

You saw Donghyuck in the distance, waving with a huge grin on his face.
You huffed childishly and began to run after him. You chased him to the bus stop and he fell on the bench in defeat. “Thank you for making the Friday so good.” You shook him as he pretended he was sleep.

“No thank you. He opened his eyes as the bus arrived. You crammed onto the bus feeling more energized than the last time.

9

It was a very important game and we managed to get the three points. The team did very well and we must continue on in this vein.  Whenever you score it always makes you happy, but the most important thing is that we got the win and put three more points on the board. I got a goal and provided an assist and I’ve now go to keep going and prove that I can play for Real Madrid”.

No Thinking Allowed

Pairing: Chris Demarais/Reader
Warnings: Minor Swears
W/C: 2,191
Summary: A work outing to the beach with friends and food can’t really be too much of a pivotal moment in your life…can it?
A/N: So a day at the beach a few weeks ago left me in a mood to write one and @rojahal was more than happy to send in a flash fic prompt with a beach theme. 2k words later……

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anonymous asked:

Will we ever know what Noya and Asahi did in the kitchen on Game Night when Asahi came out blushing??? CAN YOU TELL US WHAT HAPPENED ON GAME NIGHT WHEN ASAHI CAME OUT BLUSHING PLS I'M JUST A CURIOUS SOUL (who really likes AsaNoya)

Sure let’s take a looksy…


“Just pretend I’m not here, Asahi-san!” Nishinoya grinned up into Asahi’s face as he carried him to the kitchen. His arms tightened around his back, “Pretend you are a Koala and I’m your baby and you have to do Koala mom things like cook shoyu ramen for the family!”

“Uhm…” Asahi gulped. “I’ll try…”

“Hey Asahi-san!”

“How am I supposed to pretend you’re not here when you are talking?”

Nishinoya laughed, “How tall were you in high school, Asahi-san?”

“Uh…” Asahi walked- stiff legged- to the kitchen’s refrigerator. “I think I was 186 my third year…”

“And how tall are you now?”

“I haven’t checked…” Asahi opened the refrigerator and peered inside. It was difficult to concentrate with the man hanging off of him. His arms were tight at his back and his chest and thighs were flush to his. It was… distracting.

And terrifying.

Little bit.

“Wh-what about you, Noya? How tall were you in high school?” He grabbed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and then carried it over to the kitchen island.

“I was 161.3 cm my third year!” he loosened his hold and leaned back slightly, gripping Asahi’s sides with both hands. “And now I’m 166.4 cm. And still growing! Well… hopefully.”

Asahi smiled, “It’s possible. My cousin didn’t stop growing until he was twenty-five.”

“How tall is he now?”

“Uh… about 204 I think…”

“Holy shit! You’re from a family of giants, Asahi-san!”

“I suppose…” Asahi struggled to focus on gathering ingredients for Hanamaki’s shoyu ramen, but he couldn’t seem to remember how to make it…

Nishinoya stared down at their connected feet, leaning back further.

“Hey Asahi-san,” he said after a moment’s hesitation.

He gulped, “Y-yeah?”

“Do you miss playing volleyball?”

They fell silent. Asahi examined the flop of blonde hair in the center of Nishinoya’s bangs.

He inhaled deeply and then hummed, “I miss it. From time to time.”

“Do you wish you would’ve gone to university and continued playing?”

“No.”

Nishinoya lifted his eyes, which were wide at the admission, “No? Why not?”

Asahi smiled, “Volleyball was never something I had intended to do for my whole life. I miss it, and wish I could play again with my old team. But… it would be different in university. The good feelings I had when playing in high school would be different.”

“Maybe they’d be better!”

“Maybe. But my high school career was pretty satisfying, you know? We went to nationals… we played against strong teams and held our own. We made a name for ourselves as a school and team.”

“Yeah but…” Nishinoya furrowed his brows, “If you went to university, we could have played on the same team.”

Asahi laughed, “I don’t know… I kinda liked having you as an opponent.”

“Eh, why? Weren’t you really frustrated when you played against us at nationals?”

“That’s why.”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened and he let out a laugh, “That’s why? You’re weird, Asahi-san.”

He flushed, “I don’t think it’s weird. You continually picked up on my spikes like they were nothing. It was frustrating and I had to find new ways to avoid you. It was… kinda exciting.”

Nishinoya grinned and he leaned forward again, wrapping his arms around Asahi’s back tightly. “Well… I’m a pretty exciting guy, I guess. Or so I’ve been told.”

Asahi stared over the top of his head, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, “W-well. You know. Volleyball is more fun when you’re playing against strong opponents. Getting rejected over and over again like that just kind of… made me more passionate about the game, I think. And finally scoring that winning point was way more satisfying than if I had had an easy time of it.”

Nishinoya dug his chin into Asahi’s chest, “You just had to remind me of my loss, didn’t you?”

“Sorry.”

Nishinoya was silent for a moment and Asahi struggled to calm his racing heart.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

He’s going to hear you, idiot!

Stupid heart. Stupid weak heart.

“I guess it was pretty fun being on different teams,” Nishinoya admitted. “But playing on the same team would’ve been great too.”

“Yeah…”

“Then I could watch your spikes up close.”

Asahi’s heart jumped.

“On the other side of the net, I’m just concentrating on where the ball is going to go. I don’t get the full effect of a spiker unless I can see them from all angles.”

“Ah… oh… uhm…”

“Asahi-san, aren’t you supposed to be making Takahiro some ramen?”

“R-right!” Asahi whipped around and Nishinoya held on tight. “Uhm, let’s see… shoyu ramen. Shoyu ramen…” he chewed on his bottom lip as he went to the stove and flipped on a burner. “How do you make shoyu ramen…”

Nishinoya laughed, “Hold up, Asahi-san, let me help too!” He turned on his feet until his back was pressed to his chest.

Calm down! Calm down! Asahi commanded his panicking heart.

“Okay just tell me what to do!” Nishinoya leaned back against him and Asahi’s mind overloaded a tiny bit.

“Uhm… Uhm… well… I guess we need to make some soft boiled eggs…” Asahi turned back towards the kitchen island and Nishinoya let out a yelp when he almost fell off of his feet.

“Careful, Asahi-san,” Nishinoya grabbed his forearms and dragged them around his middle. “You need to hold on to me now.”

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Asahi screamed inwardly.

CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!

“Okay, I’ll be the hands,” Nishinoya wiggled his fingers in front of him. “Tell me what to do, Asahi-san.”

Have mercy.

Uhm, okay… let’s get the ingredients then…”

For the next fifteen minutes, Asahi directed Nishinoya on how to make the meal, laughing loudly every time something went horribly wrong. After Nishinoya dropped the mixing spoon for the fourth time, he bent to pick it up and accidentally pulled Asahi down with him, resulting in the taller man slamming his forehead down on the counter. The two collapsed to the ground, shrieking laughter.

Nishinoya lay back on Asahi’s chest, spreading his arms wide on either side as he cackled towards the ceiling. Asahi removed one arm from around his middle and rubbed his stinging forehead, chuckling.

“Sorry, Asahi-san!” Nishinoya snickered. “I was expecting you to let go of me.”

“Ah… it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt too bad.”

“That’s good then.”

For long seconds, neither of them moved. Asahi closed his eyes, momentarily marveling in the warm, solid weight of the body spread over the top of his and thinking that it fit just perfectly against him.

After a minute, Nishinoya’s low voice spoke, “You know Asahi-san…”

“Hm?”

“I think I’ve gotta disagree with you.”

Asahi opened his eyes, “On what?”

“Rejection. You said it made you more passionate about the game, right?”

“Oh… yeah…”

“I disagree,” his voice lowered even more. “Rejection… is terrifying.”

Asahi’s mouth went dry.

Because yeah…

It really was, wasn’t it?

“Yo! Time’s up, you guys can come-” Tanaka stepped into the kitchen and then stared across the kitchen to where the two lay on the floor. “Am I… interrupting?”

“Yeah! Apologize!” Nishinoya laughed and rolled off of Asahi. “Look at that, Asahi-san! We made it without having to take a drink!”

“Ah… I might need one anyway,” Asahi mumbled.

“Yeah. Me too.”


I guess I’m kind of neglectful when it comes to AsaNoya, aren’t I? That’s my bad. I think I have a hard time writing Asahi’s character. He’s got about the polar opposite personality than my own so it’s difficult to dig deep and try to figure out how he thinks and acts. I don’t want to make him into a big bumbling coward, but I also don’t want to write him really out of character. It’s a struggle to find the middle ground.

Well anyway, I hope this is good enough? Kinda cute. Kinda sad. Thank god everything worked out for these precious Babes. Oh and my musical “inspiration” for this scene is this Song. If you want to check it out.

Rivals - Stiles Stilinski [SMUT]

Author: daddyobrienx

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Public-ish, teasing

Word Count: 3,005

A/N: GUYS, I’m soooo sorry for not uploading a new fic in a while, life is pretty hectic at the moment, especially because of school. @bonniebird has been such an amazing person and literally helped me get inspiration to start writing again and i love her. Go follow and send her some love :) Also, I didn’t proof read this so sorry if there’s mistakes. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this smut, I have a lot more ideas to come.

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Beacon Hills High School, our biggest rivals. They beat us in everything. Sports, Music, Events, Test Scores. Don’t even get started with their Lacrosse team. The biggest douchebags ever known to man. Especially the captain of the team, Stiles Stilinski.


My team, Ashton’s Lacrosse Team, is known for being the best in the state. I made it to team captain and I’m the only girl on the team. During lacrosse season, we totally crushed every game we played, we were undefeated.

Until Beacon Hills High School came along.

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Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And then things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t
Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
‘cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike,
And I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So…
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You’re off the Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

—  Oh, The Places You’ll Go - Dr. Seuss
The story of the season - as told by Jürgen Klopp

‘That always happens to us’ - The first stumble

Nobody said it would be easy.

After claiming a scintillating 4-3 victory at Arsenal on the opening day, the Reds travelled to newly-promoted Burnley as strong favourites for another three points that would cement their status as a team to watch out for in 2016-17.

Things, of course, didn’t pan out that way, with first-half goals from Sam Vokes and Andre Gray securing victory for Sean Dyche’s side and leaving the travelling fans wondering whether they might have witnessed yet another false dawn at the Emirates.

For Klopp, however, the game proved little about his squad. In fact, it simply reinforced the idea that some still needed to be turned from doubters to believers.

He recalls: “You win at Arsenal, it was outstanding, then you play Burnley, you lose it and nobody said it was a slip.

"Immediately everybody said, 'That always happens to us’, [we] win such a big game and lose against a smaller side.

"To lose is already hard enough but to have the feeling 'That’s our DNA’, it’s really sad, how can we change this?”

The loss at Turf Moor, which came despite Liverpool boasting 80 per cent possession and taking 26 shots to their opponents’ three, also gave birth to a frustrating early-season narrative - that the Reds lacked a 'Plan B’.

Thankfully, Klopp was never influenced by the furore. He adds: “People said when we didn’t beat the weaker teams that I have no Plan B.

"I have absolutely no problem, people can say what they want, but it’s not about Plan B. We know exactly what to do, we did it so often.

"When we did it, it’s normal, when we didn’t do it, it’s like we’ll never learn it!

”[But] we scored the fourth most, only a few teams scored more than we did. It was all good.“


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