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Auston Matthews - Part 23

Little shorter than my usual posts, but setting up for the real fun starting next post

My mom leaves me staring after her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Wha… what? I look absentmindedly around my room, at a complete loss of what to do and seeing the time glaring back at me, decide to just get into bed. I call my two pups into the room and snuggle down into my covers with them on either side of me, my two little personal heaters.

               My mind wanders to Auston, I don’t have to wonder what he’s currently doing because my phone is still going off at regular intervals of pictures of him sent by either Marner, Nylander or one of the other several player who seem to have my number now. Auston sends me them too, though his aren’t every thirty seconds. My phone vibrates from a text and I swipe down for look at it.

               R u awake?

               I smile when I see who it’s from.

               Nope, sleep texting


               How was dinner?

               I don’t really think u need to ask that. U were pretty much there with all the snapping.

               True, your chicken looked delicious

               I didn’t send you any pictures of my chicken

               I know

               Jesus. Is there anything they didn’t send you?


               There’s a minute before he responds and I wonder if I went too far. Then the little bubbles pop up and I relax.

               Thank god for that, I would hate killing my best friends.

               I giggle and roll onto my back, my eyes are getting tired.

               Well they r safe for the night

               Ur getting tired

               How do u know that?

               U never abbreviate words or forget punctuation


               Go to bed



               I’m going to bed

               Then y did u say no???

               Don’t tell me what to do

               I giggle again when he sends me a bunch of the exasperated emojis.

               Night Auston

               Night Y/N

               I stare at my screen for a few moments, my heart fluttering against my ribs and I try to figure out why. There wasn’t really any flirting, just conversation yet my heart is beating like he really did send me nudes. I click my screen off and shove my phone under the pillow, determined to fall asleep without thinking about the stupid boy.

               Two days pass a lot faster than I would have thought possible. Now I’m standing outside the house I grew up in, looking at all the grandness of it one more time before I get into my waiting car, with a trail of my parents SUV a handful of family and friends, all with their cars packed to the brim as well and a hauling truck bringing up the rear. My parents are in their respective vehicles, letting me have my moment. We had said our goodbyes last night.

               I had just gotten off the phone with Auston and had only been asleep for a few minutes when my father gently shook me awake. Silently he had taken my hand and pulled me downstairs, helped me put on my coat and then we went outside hand in hand. Perched on our usual spot on the picnic table, we sat side by side in silence for several hours, our eyes on the sky and silent tears rolling down our cheeks. We didn’t need words to communicate.

               Now, standing outside the home that I had learned to walk, there was a sizeable dent in the master bedroom doorframe from one of my failed attempts at that. My eyes trail to the driveway to my right, where I had skinned by knees more times than I can count trying to play street hockey and riding my bike. None of these things made me sad to think about, though tears did come, they were just memories trailing down my cheeks, making room for even more beautiful memories to come.

               The drive over to Canada goes without any difficultly and before I know it, I’m standing outside my new house. My two dogs are already bounding around in the few inches of snow that must have just fallen, within moments it looks like I own two little polar bears instead of two labs. The house is nicer than I had thought, built less than five years ago, it fits in with the few newer houses littering the block. I can’t help but grin at myself. This is my home.

               The next four hours are spent with my parents and various friends and relatives unloading the U-Haul and other vehicles lined up on the street. I mostly just stand in the foyer and point people in the right direction with boxes and pieces of furniture, I feel extremely lazy just watching but there’s so many people that they need direction. I’m amazed at how quickly everything is brought inside and I have never been more grateful that my grandparents own a home renovation company and over the years they have been putting various pieces of furniture to the side for me and my cousins. Most everything that is now taking up space in my house I didn’t have to pay a dime for.

               The only time that my happiness falters is when I glimpse my parents, the pain of leaving them so great I don’t know how I don’t fall over. Once the last of the boxes have been moved inside, the majority of my family and friends leave until it’s just my parents and me. They stand at the bottom of the stairs as I make my way down to them, their fingers entwined and my heart pangs in my chest. I could never imagine being in love like my parents are.

               I reach the bottom of the stairs, my hand lingering on the banister, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out and I reach for my parents. They embrace me and I bury my head into my father’s chest. Not caring in the slightest that I’m a full grown adult and hugging them like I did when I was five years old.

               This time I don’t sob like I expect to, my tears are all dried out. Instead I try to memorize everything I can about them, their smell and the crinkles by my mom’s eyes, the result of smiling more than the average human, the rough stubble of my dad’s beard and the gray streaks in his hair that he always tries to blame on me.

               “Alright, time for your first home picture,” my mom finally says, her hand running through my hair once more before putting her hand on my shoulder and I take a step back, my hand still firmly in my fathers.

               I join them on the porch, taking my place by the front door as my mom takes my phone and hers out into the lawn, my dad following. I beam at the camera and throw my hands out to either side of me, my two dogs make an appearance at just the right time and make the picture.

               “Beautiful as always,” my dad says from my mother’s side.

               “You didn’t even see the picture,” I roll my eyes at him, returning to his side. He quickly ducks me under his arm and gives me a noogie, I squeal and try to swat his hand away.

               “Don’t need to look to know,” he says and I can’t help but grin at him as I try to smooth my hair back out.

               “It’s time kid,” my dad says gruffly and I know this has to be harder for them than it is for me.

               My mom joins us on the lawn, the snow sitting in her hair like a halo, her arms encircle me and then my dad’s cover hers.

               “I love you so much,” I whisper.

               “We love you too baby, more than you know,” my mom whispers back, I can feel her wet tears falling into my hair.

               “Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it,” dad chimes in, his voice even more gruff than before and my heart twinges.

               I meet my father’s eyes, swimming with tears and I think back to that very first night under the stars, he gave me everything I could have ever asked for, and I tell him so.

               “No, Y/N, I introduced you to it, you made it into something beautiful,” he grazes me cheek with his knuckles and I lean into his hand.

               “I love you,” I repeat, he winks at me and his hand drops from my face, taking my mom’s hand instead, tugging her gently towards the car.

               She kisses my forehead once more and pats the heads of the two dogs bouncing around in the snow before climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV. I close her door gently and she rolls down the window. Though don’t say anything more. We can’t.

               I watch them pull away from the curb, down the street and around the corner. I stand there several more minutes, staring into the distance before turning and looking at my house. I stuff my hands in my pockets and whistle for my dogs, walking up the front steps and through my front door.

               Getting set in the kitchen is first on my list, my family offered to stay and help unpack the boxes but I refused. There was no way I was letting someone have all the fun of organizing my house. My phone buzzes the moment I touch the first box and I let out a frustrated sigh. Really?

               I snatch up my phone and my annoyance fades away immediately. I had sent the picture my mom took of me to Auston and he had finally responded.

               You know I always had a thing for older, responsible women

               Haven’t you always had a thing for me?

               My point exactly

               I giggle and lean against my counter, opening my snapchat and sending a picture of my T.V already set up in the living room, which was the only thing I had allowed anyone to touch because I knew I would mess it up somehow. I caption it “So you can’t yell at me for not watching your game again” and send it to Auston. Last week I had watched the Detroit game that was playing at the same time as the Toronto one and boy had I heard about it from not only Auston but every Leaf’s player that had my number.

               I open my text messages again and type out a response.

               Are you calling me old??

               Little bit, but im into it.

               I roll my eyes and another message from Auston appears.

               Ur rolling ur eyes right now aren’t u?

               Little bit

               I can think of other ways to make them roll

               A tingle goes through my spine and I blush even though there is no one around.

               I don’t think it’s exactly fair that you can say that kind of stuff but I can’t…

               Says the girl who just the other day said that she slept naked in my childhood bed!


               A snapchat notification pops up and I click it open, seeing a picture of Auston’s shoes and I know he’s on the bus heading to the arena for the game against San Jose tonight. “Good girl” it’s captioned and I roll my eyes again.

               Alright, we just got to the arena, I’m guessing u’ll be asleep by the time I’m able to call u. So I’ll see u tomorrow?

                Another tingle shoots through my spine at the thought of finally seeing Auston tomorrow. For the last twelve days all I’ve been able to do is imagine his lips against mine and… Other things.

               Depends, your rule still in place?

               Of course

               Then I can’t wait

               There’s a pause between messages.

               You are literally the worst

               I just send a kissy face emoji and receive an unimpressed one in response. I grin, pleased with myself and set my phone back down on the counter. I eye my dogs who are already lounging on the sectional couch.

               “Hey! Get to work!” I call to them and they just flick their ears in my direction and give a “really mom?” expression. I scoff at them and turn back the first box I see, now is when the fun begins.

If Scorpius loved poetry???

• Scorpius having a photographic memory and being able to memorize anything set in front of him
• Scorpius discovering poetry at a young age and spouting out Shakespeare and Alfred Lord Tennyson at random
• Draco being so proud of his son and showing off his skills whenever he can
• Scorpius being so disappointed at Hogwarts when no one else seems to be interested in poetry
• The boys being sorted into Slytherin and sharing their knowledge of poems together
• Albus challenging Scorpius in poetry battles to see who has the most memorized
• Scorpius teasing Albus by quoting - “More of your conversation would infect my brain.”
• Albus retaliating with - “Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes.”
• Albus and Scorpius beginning to date in fifth year when Albus blushes and quotes - “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.”
• Scorpius smiling and saying back - “Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.”

Sherlock, let me in
I want to give you myself
It’s…all I have left
—  John’s haiku to Sherlock

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

anonymous asked:

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?” With cal. and maybe a happy ending 😬 idk ilysm

ilyt! here it is, i hope you like it 😌

In the beginning, everything was great. Calum and I were happy, we spent every second we could together. We were inseparable. But then, six months went by, and I couldn’t go on tour with him like he hoped I could. I had work and couldn’t take time off, so it was either stay home and work or quit my job and travel with Calum. I chose to stay home, and he got pissed. It was then that we fought more often than not, when we used to rarely fight at all. Most of the time it was over little things, but hinting at bigger things. He’d call me after a show and I’d comment on how he seemed grumpy, and then he’d get mad and say I could’ve worded things different and asked him if he was okay instead, and then it would escalate to how it was my fault he was in a bad mood. The fights continued to happen, and then the boys got a break between legs of the tour, so Calum came home for a couple weeks. Things were okay the first few days, but then the arguing started again.

“I can’t believe you’re acting like this,” I rolled my eyes.

“And I can’t believe you’re trying to start arguments with me when I’m home spending time with you!” Calum raised his voice.

I scoffed. “I’m not starting anything! You started this by being your usually pissy self!”

He laughed sarcastically. “Oh, I’m the pissy one, right. (Y/n), you’ve been pissy since I came home!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Me? Are you kidding? I swear you push everything you do onto me. You literally start ninety-nine percent of our arguments.”

“You know what? Since I start everything according to you, why don’t I just give you some damn space. Not like we haven’t been apart for months or anything.” He said, grabbing his coat and keys and walking towards the door.

“It’s whatever, even if I tell you not to go you’re still going to do whatever the hell you want, like always.” I sat down on the couch and turned on the tv.

He stood there for a moment, then opened the door and left.

He stayed with Ashton that night, then come home the next day and we talked things out. Or, so we thought. Because the next day we ended up arguing again.

“I swear you act like everything’s my fault, when really you can’t take responsibility for what you do.” I crossed my arms.

“Really?” He made a face. “Because, if I remember correctly, I wasn’t the one that bailed on you and stayed home while you went on tour even though you needed me to go.”

“I couldn’t go and you know that!” I yelled. “I would’ve had to quit my job in order to go with you. I wasn’t going to do something that stupid.”

“Ah, cause supporting me is something stupid to do.” He smiled sadly.

I groaned. “That’s not what I meant, stop twisting my words, Calum.”

“You know, it really fucking sucks that I have to leave in about a week and we’ve done nothing but come at each other’s necks.” Calum shook his head. “…If you don’t want to be with me, then just say so.”

I stared at him for a moment. “What are you talking about?”

He looked at the floor. “Be honest, (y/n), neither of us are happy… If you want to break up then just tell me.”

I hesitated. “I don’t know if that’s what I want…”

He sighed. “Let’s just… take a break for a couple days or something. And if we realize it’s what we want, then we’ll break up.”

“…I mean, I guess.” I said quietly.

He looked up at me. “We just have to promise not to do anything before the days are up.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked him.

“Like, we can’t text or meet up or… anything. We won’t know for sure if it’s what we should do if we don’t fully commit to it, you know?” He explained.

I looked around the living room as I searched for the words to say, but I couldn’t think of anything.

“Yeah, okay,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as tears threatened to spill out.

Silence filled the room, neither of us moving a muscle. I looked at him and he was staring at his hands, his eyes welling up.

“I’ll, uh, go pack and ask Ashton if I can stay with him again.” Calum said eventually.

I nodded, unable to speak at this point.

He slowly got up from the couch and walked to the room. I sat in the chair next to the couch, the tears I had tried my hardest to keep in finally falling. I couldn’t believe Calum and I were at the point where we were contemplating if we should break up or not. No matter how much we argued, I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him. But if he wanted space, I’d give it to him.

A while later, Calum came into the living room with his suitcase packed. “Ash said I could…”

I nodded again, the room falling quiet.

“Do you promise?”

I gave him a confused look, then remembered his words from before. “Yeah… I promise.”

“Okay,” He exhaled. “I’m gonna go now.”

I couldn’t even watch him leave, so I stared at my feet as I heard the door open and shut.

A few days passed, and it took everything I had not to call of text him and tell him to come home. Sure, I’d gone months without him with me before, but that was different. We were still together then, not “taking a break”. It felt like we really broke up, and I’d rather be arguing than not saying a word to each other at all.

I sat in our room, some movie I didn’t know the name of was playing on the tv. I was caught of guard when I heard the front door open, then soon after the bedroom door opened. Calum came in and put his stuff down, took his shoes off, then sat on his side of the bed.

“So… have you thought about it?” He spoke up.

I scoffed. “Is that even a question? I couldn’t think about anything else if I tried.”

He laughed. “Yeah, neither could I. I’m pretty sure I drove Ashton insane by talking about us the whole time.”

I sighed. “Look, Cal, I’m going to be completely honest… I don’t want to even imagine us not being together. Us taking a break broke my heart. I feel like the only reason we argue is because I wasn’t there for you, and I’m so sorry I chose my job over you. But I swear it’ll never happen again. I love you so much, and I completely support you and I will be there for you whenever you need me. I’m definitely going with you guys when you leave for tour again.”

Calum grinned, moving closer to me and placing his hands on my cheek. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that. I’ll admit, I did start arguments because I was upset you chose to work instead of going with me. But I realize now that it was super selfish of me to do that, and I’m so sorry. I love you too, (y/n), and I never want to be without you. I’m so happy you’re coming with us.”

I looked into his eyes, then started to lean in, but he pulled away before I could kiss him, causing me to frown.

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?” He said, a smirk appearing on his face.

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck the promise, okay? I wish you never came up with the damn thing in the first place.”

“You and me both, babe.” He agreed as he leaned in a kissed me.

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send me a prompt from this angst list and a boy from 5sos or one direction

In the middle of practice Hanamaki will lift his hands and make a heart with them while winking and mouthing ‘I love you’ just to distract and fluster one of them.
This usually only works on Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Matsukawa will wink back.

Now imagine Makki doing this during an actual match and he’s on the sidelines and he does it to Iwa and he’s like “good luck~!”

And Iwa is so flustered but it actually helps him work better? Like it drives him to do better because like wow suddenly his mind is clear and the sun is out and Makki loves him and just wished him good luck so he has to do good.

But after that game Oikawa pouts because 'Makki why didn’t you wish me good luck?’ And Makki is like woah sorry ok. So the next match, before it starts, he pulls Oikawa to the side (where no one can see them) and kisses him. Then he walks away and says 'good luck, captain~’ while walking back into the gym.

Mattsun isn’t jealous or anything because Makki kisses his cheek with a quick 'good luck’ before every game. He’s been doing it before they even started dating. (tho they don’t mention that to Oikawa or Iwaizumi- they don’t need Oikawa to pout)

anonymous asked:

This news has me so depressed, and the idea that Dylann can't see his mothers worry for him really pulls at my heart. Imagine being a mother and watching your son deteriorate psychologically in front of you.


250. When Harry was a baby Sirius, James and Lupin gave him several stuffed animals, a wolf, a dog and a stag. They tried to have contests to see who Harry loved most by which toy he would choose but every time they told him "Harry come and play with this one, show us who you love the most!" Harry would crawl over to Lily.

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Leaving My Heart {Robb Stark}

Originally posted by robbsjon

Based on; Imagine being in love with Robb and being terrified when you find out that Joffrey wants to marry you.
Author; Me (alloftheimaginesblog aka bigblueboxwiththemadmaninside)
Notes; Not extremely good but I was in the mood for writing and someone wanted this as a one shot so here we go.
Word Count; 1086

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