Betsydobson Stories

The teams are mafias. I don't know what else to put. Enjoy my kings, queens and all in between:)

It was Wednesday and Kevin woke up and he had a headache and his body felt heavy and he immediately knew from that it would be a bad day He wanted to sleep in and not want to go to morning practice which was the first he have ever felt But since he didnt want other to worry and he doubted anyone would even care if he was sick or not he had forgotten that Andrew and Neil can easily read through him and can tell when something is wrong with people.

Andrew Minyard is fine being alone, really he is. Bee has her small little coven and he has his own practice, the ingredients that speak to him and guide him and his magical doodles to keep him company. The last thing he expects is to find a home amongst other witches that aren't Bee. AKA A story of a young witch finding his place and comfort in his practice. *Decided to take this from my ao3 and post it here!*

Vincent, an infamous member of the Foxes, already had a few too many problems on his plate. With his mental struggles, addiction and personality, it wasn't exactly hard to see why he was chosen by the coach of misfits. But when a new, even more problematic member joins the team and stirs trouble not even he could have imagined, just how much more will he have piled on his shoulders?

Lacy andromeda Minyard learns that she doesn't have to be quiet.

"I didn't plan on leaving," his voice was raspy because of how little he used it. Pointedly, he stared at the tanned hand still grasping his own, it was scarred, as Andrew noticed. "I felt more like you were about to punch me," Andrew felt a funny feeling tingle down his back when he heard the honeylike voice for the first time. Or, as I told a friend of mine: 2.5k words of Andrew being in love with just the slightest touch of angst.