morning airport

Louis’ lawyer Martin Singer released a statement this morning on his behalf. 

He said: “The paparazzi provoked and caused the altercation that occurred with Louis at the airport this morning.

"This is not the first or last time that a paparazzi has created an altercation with a celebrity.

“While the altercation was going on with the paparazzi, three other individuals were attacking his girlfriend during this incident and he came to her defence, causing airport security to intervene”.

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Hours of labor, crying, threats, and one baby’s screams at being brought into the world later and the Katsuki-Nikiforov family had a new member. Victor and Yuuri were whispering to each other trying not to wake up Mari when the nurse came in. All they could see from the bundle in her arms was a puff ball of black fly away hair. The nurse came closer and Yuuri reached for her. Victor had been the first one to hold her so Yuuri was dying for a chance to properly meet his daughter.

What shocked him at first was how heavy she was. A part of him expected her to feel as light as a feather, but he knew the weight on her birth certificate said otherwise. He leaned back some so Victor could see her too. His husband raised a trembling hand and cupped their child’s face. At his touch, her eyes opened for a split second giving them their first proper look at the color. They were a deep brown like Yuuri’s. Victor traced her jaw with his finger his voice watery. “She…she has your eyes.” 

“I guess Katsuki genes are stronger than NIkiforov in that department. She has my mess of hair too. She’s going to hate me when it’s humid.” 

“She’s half Nikiforov. She could never hate you.” Victor kissed Yuuri’s cheek as their daughter grasped his finger. Victor cooed and rested his head on his husband’s shoulder. “Hey there little one. I’m your Papa. I’m so happy to finally meet you. We wanted you so bad.” The baby smacked her lips in response, and settled more into Yuuri’s arms. She was just as exhausted as Mari it seemed. Then she did someone that made Yuuri’s throat catch. 

In her sleep, her mouth pulled into a small smile. A smile he knew so well. One that had greeted him in the mornings, at airports, and at rinkside for the last five years of his life. “She did get something NIkiforov.” He managed to gasp as Victor gave his husband a confused look. They’ve both been a mess of tears since her birth, but he couldn’t figure out what set Yuuri off. Then he saw the small drop of her upper lip giving the illusion of a heart shaped grin. “She has your smile, Victor. Our baby girl has your smile.” 

3,459 Miles ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard X Conor Maynard X Jack’s ex

Word Count:  1043

Summary: Reader in love with Jack but lives in New York, Jack’s gf cheated on him. Conor calls the reader in concern and she flys out.

Requested: Yhas

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Originally posted by conorshickey


It’s not every day you find yourself running through the airport with a duffle bag, shouting apologises at people whom bang bags with, but let’s be honest you wouldn’t be doing this if you only booked the flight only an hour ago.

Why are you running again?

Well this is why.

Two hours before…

You were editing a video you had done, where you talked about the meaning of some photos on your phone. Most of them were pictures of you and buttercream squad, you used to live in London around a year ago but you had to move to New York due to this amazing opportunity with bring out your own makeup.

You lived in an apartment with the love of your life, Jack Maynard. Unfortunately, he saw you as his best friend and had an amazing girlfriend called Lilly, however when you moved, Jack moved out and into an apartment with Josh and Conor. Luckily, your other best friend had moved with you and had left her boyfriend, Conor behind. She was actually out in London now visiting Conor and secretly looking for apartment for the both of you, your two year New York move had been cut to a year and you wanted to get back to London so bad.

You missed the buttercream squad so much that it was starting to drive you insane, you speak to them every day and actually FaceTime them every week but Jack had stopped texting/face timing you two months ago. It hurt like a bitch when Jack had ignored all your texts and declined your calls, the boys didn’t know what had happened either and cornered Jack into telling them only to get “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.”

It leads to a lot of shit on twitter too, your fans and Jack’s fan had noticed you guys hadn’t tweeted each other every day or had posted pictures of each other for throwback Thursday or had funny face competitions on Snapchat. The fans shipped you two together since he first appeared in your YouTube video you posted at 19, it did cause arguments for both you and Jack when you had got into a relationship.

Jack may never mention you in his YouTube videos anymore but you did, you just edited a photo of you and Jack laugh with mud and cream all over the two of you. That day was one weird ass day but you loved it.

Just as you were placing the photo on the video your phone rang and the older Maynard sibling ID showed up.

“Hmm what have I won to get a call Mr. Maynard.” You teased.

“Y/N.” Conor spoke.

“What? What’s happened? Is everyone okay?” You rambled into the phone in panic, Conor never called you by your name it was always pinkie or shorty; Your name means something had happened.

“Jack and Lilly broke up.”

You felt happiness build up inside you but it crashed down when you realised Conor sounded angry. “What happened?”

“You know he stopped speaking to you two months ago? Well turns out it’s because she had cheated on him. He has been getting drunk and staying in hotels when he was ‘seeing Lilly’, Y/N I’m worried about him. Please help me.” Conor pleaded.

“Pick me up from the airport tomorrow morning.” And with that you hung up and flung yourself off the bed, booking a flight, texting Conor what time to pick you up, packing a duffle bag, jumping in a cab and catching the flight.

Present time…

Running outside the aiport you noticed a sleepy Conor leaning against his car with Y/B/F/N standing next to him. Conor was the first one to notice you and walked slowly towards you opening his arms for you to run into.

No greetings were said, pulling out the hug you jumped in the car and watched Conor drive through the streets till you reached the Maynard/Pieter’s apartment. Conor nodded at you and you jumped out the car and run up the stairs to the apartment, pulling out the spare key the boys gave you before you left to New York you let yourself in.

The apartment was silent besides the sound of someone crying, Josh, Conor and Y/B/F/N had left the apartment to give you and Jack some time. Taking your shoes off, you walked towards Jack’s room and listened to the cries that were escaping his mouth.

Frowning you opened his door to see something that made you want to break into tears, Jack’s room was trashed, bottles of alcohol were on the floor, and Jacks shaking body was crashed onto his bed. You silently closed the floor and made your way to his bed, crawling onto it you grabbed Jack by his shoulder causing him to jump and turn to face you.

You stared at each other in silent before he tackled you into a hug, his head in your neck as his hold body shook with sobs. “Sh, I’m here. I’m here now.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Jack repeated into your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay Jack.” You whispered hands running in his hair.

“Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

“Jack.” You spoke softly, Jack brought his head up staring at you. “I didn’t travel 3,459 miles just to leave you. I’m not leaving anytime soon; I’ll be here till you get sick of me. I promise you.”

Jack smiled at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t make it, “Can we just lay here and cuddle?”

Nodding your head, you climbed into his bed with Jack. You lay on your back while Jack placed his arm over you and stuffed his head in the crook of your neck, smiling down at him you placed a hand in his hair playing with it.

“Get some sleep Jack, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You whispered kissing his head while he nodded.

You laid in silence running your hand through his hair, feeling your eye closing feeling sleep crash down on you. Just before you went into dreamland you heard Jack mutter something.

“Travelled 3,459 miles to make sure I was okay; I knew I loved her.”


Last imagine today…. aslo @purple-alien-monkey is this fluffy enough or shall I make another one ;)

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Louis Tomlinson taken to LA police station after an 'altercation'
Louis Tomlinson has been taken to a police station in Los Angeles following an "altercation" with paparazzi.

The 25-year-old singer was at an airport with his girlfriend Eleanor Calder when the confrontation took place.

They’d been on holiday in Las Vegas and had just returned to a Los Angeles airport.

A lawyer for the star blamed photographers and said they had “provoked” Louis.

Eleanor is thought to have argued with onlookers who had started to film the row.

“The paparazzi provoked and caused the altercation that occurred with Louis at the airport this morning,” said lawyer Martin Singer.

“This is not the first or last time that a paparazzo has created an altercation with a celebrity.

"While the altercation was going on with the paparazzi, three other individuals were attacking his girlfriend during this incident and he came to her defence.”

Louis is working on a solo career while he and his bandmates take a break from One Direction.

The very last thing I did before running off to the airport this morning: sew and pin this black vulture (Coragyps atratus) wing for the museum. This vulture was roadkill, and unfortunately we could only salvage the head and a single wing.

It should still end up being an excellent educational piece, though, especially for students taking Ornithology. Did you know that most raptors take 3 or more years to reach their full adult plumage? You can actually age many species down to the year just by looking at a single wing!

I believe this black vulture would have been a third cycle (fourth year as of 1/1/17) bird. If you look closely at the secondaries, there’s a mix of feathers from the 2016 and 2015 molts. More obvious is the last tertial– that broken and frayed brown feather sticking out on the far right side of the wing. Most birds will replace the tertials annually, but this one looks like it’s been retained since the bird’s 2014 molt!

Why not just replace all your feathers every year? Molting is energetically costly, and young birds still learning the ropes of independent life have a higher chance of survival if they only replace the few feathers they need most.

Hightened Anxiety

So this came about because I read a couple fics about Thomas going on medication and it kinda hurting Anxiety…..and they were amazing fics.. And I loved them….but….  Something  wasn’t sitting well with me ….so here’s this….sorry. Because like Thomas said, everyone has anxiety, his is just heightened.

Warnings: Panic attack; negative self talk; hurt/comfort

@lekawaiimelon because Under the Door killed me so this is my respone

also @the-prince-and-the-emo @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna

Logic, Morality and Prince were gathered in Thomas’ living room, the four of them whispering in hushed tones, working together to come up with a new video idea. Anxiety felt it like a cold hand around his heart. They were whispering in hopes that he wouldn’t hear, that this time he wouldn’t come. But how could he not? When they were all so afraid that he would, it practically summoned him.

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Whatever It Takes - Part One

so, after many jokes about Lin being pregnant and death wishes, @buckybarneshairpullingkink and i finally present part one :)

Summary: SingleDad!Lin x Reader

Length: 1,904 words

Warnings: None

Tagged: @masophistic @huffleheyguys @angerybisexual @consumed-by-musicals @aham-threw-his-shot-away @meyers-princess @fangirlwithasweettooth @alexis-the-zombie @linmanuclmiranda @hamilsnavi @nesthemonster @always-blame-jefferson @manuelmiranduh @hamilsquad-writings @yayhamletnonstop @theseedshamiltonplanted @the-and-peggy @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @god-damn-it-miranda @auliicavralho @daintyhibiscus

apologies and please shoot me a message if i forgot to tag you!

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The apartment looked strangely daunting with nothing in it. Where everything once had its place, there is now nothing: the coffee table - a moving-in gift from your mother - had been sold, alongside the couch and the bed, the fridge sold, and all your groceries that had once sat inside lined up on the kitchen counter. Even your dying house plant had been thrown away that very morning, despite your long-time love for the greenery. The entire place felt as though it had been gutted, hollowed out. This was your home for nine years. Now, you stood in a place you no longer recognised.

You sighed. On the counter, partially hidden beneath the insuperable mountain of groceries, your phone lit up with a series of new text messages. Since you’d called three months earlier to announce to your family that you’d be returning home, your mother hadn’t left you alone on the subject. You knew she only wanted to help, but endless phone calls and text messages offering you ideas of what to do with your leftover furniture and belongings were erring on the edge of annoying.

Still, no matter how lonesome the apartment felt, you couldn’t get over the idea of returning home. In a few weeks, someone new would find themselves settled between these walls, and you would be at home, telling tales of your adventures to all those you hadn’t seen in however-many-years.

Excitement bubbled and rose. You could almost forget about the dismissal of your house plant and the loss of your small, albeit comfortable, English home.

With one final scan over the place, you placed your suitcases by the door. Most of your heftier possessions had already been shipped back to America, where they would sit in the spare room of your parents’ house until you found a decent place to live. Tomorrow, when you flew out, you’d take with you only your clothes and bare necessities. Tonight would be a night slept on a borrowed air mattress.

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Auston Matthews - Part 29

Really long… preparing for more angry messages and asks…

I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over my keyboard with Auston’s name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn’t talked to me. I don’t think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay with it, but he hasn’t texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.

               Does he even care anymore? I think to myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life without him, I can stand a few more days.

               My phone rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with the screen and finally accept the call.

               “Hello?” I say.

               “Hi, honey,” my dad’s rough voice comes through the other end and I can’t help but smile.

               “Hi, dad! What’s going on?”

               “Still plan on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?” He asks.

               “Yep, bright and early at 8:15,” I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday morning.

               “Good girl, you’re going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?” My dad asks, a little bit of hesitation in his voice.

               “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.

               “Hey I don’t know! You moved out, didn’t know if that meant you were too cool for me or something,” he says defensibly and I giggle.

               “You’re safe dad, we already know I’m cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with you,” I say, rolling my eyes.

               We chat a bit more until three o’clock hits and the Leaf’s game comes on, being one who can’t talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf’s last game on their short road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around looking at other team’s prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he’s coming when St. Louis is in town.

               I had debated whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I didn’t feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don’t cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with Auston’s family. My mind wanders to Mitch’s message about coming over when they get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly doubt he would come, but I can’t help but get my hopes up.

               The game ends in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of despair when my phone goes off but it’s only a snapchat from my friend. I miss him. I miss him so much.

               Auston POV

               I stare at my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It’s the picture I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this picture was accurate then and it still is now.

               When my screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.

               “Hey,” I say after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something else.

               “Hey, so I was able to track down Y/L/N before he went home. Looked like a fucking idiot walking around the Joe asking by the way,” Dylan’s voice says through the receiver.

               “Great, can you text it to me? I’ll call him right when we land in Toronto,” I mutter into the phone, sinking down a little in my seat.

               “Sure…” Dylan pauses on the other line like he wants to say something else.

               “What?” I ask him.

               “It’s just… does this have something to do about Y/N? We heard she moved to Toronto a few weeks ago, and I know you… ya know…” Dylan trails off.

               I don’t say anything and Dylan sighs.

               “I knew it. Look, I know you have a thing for her and she probably does you, but just… take care of her. I got to know her more last season before she got heavily involved in school stuff, she’s a great girl… very much like her dad just prettier,” Dylan laughs and I find I’m able to smile.

               “I know Larks, she told me about you actually. Something about falling down the stairs and blaming the black eye on a high sti-“ I snicker into the phone and he cuts me off.

               “Alright that’s enough story time. In my defense it was both the high stick and the combined falling that resulted in the black eye,” Dylan grumbles into the phone and I roll my eyes.

               “Whatever, bud. But really, thanks for hunting him down for me,” I say seriously.

               “No problem, bud. Good luck,” he responds and we hang up. Instantly I get the phone number in a text and quickly save it. As the bus pulls up to the airport I mumble what I have planned to say over and over again as we board the plane and set off towards home. Towards Y/N.

               Regular POV

               Mitch sends me a text as soon as they land and I send in a phone order for delivery from my new favorite Chinese buffet who, I recently discovered, deliver. He mentioned that it’s him and two others coming, who he doesn’t name.

               By the time they arrive it’s close to eight, coming directly from the airport. I don’t bother to get up from my place on the couch when they file in, too absorbed in my sweet and sour chicken. I scan the faces and turn my attention back to my plate when I don’t see the one I was looking for. Mitch, Morgan and Will shuffle to their respective spots they all claimed within the first few weeks of discovering my house. Mitch is in the chair beside me, Will is sprawled out on the sectional with the footrest and Morgan is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch by my knees.

               Almost instantly I relax for the first time in three days and realize how incredibly tired I am. These thoughts are validated by Morgan glancing up at me after thanking me for his meal.

               “Have you slept in twenty years?” He asks, a teasing tone in his voice and I scowl at him.

               “Count to twenty and I’ll answer,” I reply sweetly and he scoffs at me.

               “Good to be home, smartass.”

               I nudge him with my foot and he flicks it with his finger making me squeal with the sting. Quickly, we fall back into the usual banter, I make Mitch go wash his hands before he even thinks about touching the Xbox controller and he huffs at me muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.

               No one mentions Auston and I don’t bring him up either. Soon enough, I doze off to sleep, my head on the armrest and my legs stretched out to almost where Will is sitting. I startle awake around three in the morning from an insignificant dream and blink in the darkness, disoriented. I move to sit up but realize there’s a blanket across me and my heart warms. Glancing around now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see Mitch reclined in the chair and Morgan on the other end of the couch where Will had been. I can hear Will’s soft snore coming from down the hall in the spare bedroom that I had thought I would be able to convert into an office but I had to put a bed in there instead thanks to a certain hockey player falling down my stairs one night after having a little too much to drink.  

               All of them seemed to have found blankets for themselves as well and their quiet breathing is reassuring. They stayed with me. My heart blooms and I snuggle back down onto my spot, sleep coming easy again.

               A few hours later I tip toe around them, heading upstairs to shower and get ready to head to the airport to pick up my dad. Zalla and Andie seem to have learned how to tip toe as well as they slink across the hardwood floors, being my shadows like usual. When I pull my shirt on my bracelet jingles on my wrist, I had thought about taking it off the last few days, but I found too much comfort in the strong band and beautiful charms. I finger the charms gently as I make my way downstairs and sneak through the foyer and out my front door without waking a single one of the boys.

               Zalla and Andie come with me, I know they miss dad as much as I do. They seem to sense my excitement as I drive closer and closer to the airport, their whines echoing in the backseat. Right as I pull into the pickup area my phone goes off.

               “I’m outside, honey,” my dad’s voice comes through the car speaker and I think my dogs are going to combust in the backseat.

               “I see you!” I squeal as I make the small loop and put my car into park before jumping out and into my father’s waiting arms.

               “Hi, baby girl,” my dad coos in my ear, I think he’s just as emotional as I am. Happy tears trail down my face as he lifts me off my feet, his arms right around me. I inhale deeply, taking in the husky and smoky smell of my dad and our wood stove from home.

               “I missed you,” I whisper and he laughs.

               “I gathered that,” he sets me down and puts his hands on my shoulder, examining me. “How you doing? Big girl in a big city,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “I’m good, dad. It’s been a learning process. I now understand why mom never let me buy and eat an entire birthday cake myself.”

               “Ahh yes, that was the first lesson I learned too,” he wraps an arm round my shoulders and leads me back to my car where my dogs are quivering with excitement. “You brought the girls!” He exclaims and leaves me on the sidewalk like a piece of gum, diving into the backseat and being licked to death by Zalla and Andie. I don’t blame him though, I would have done the same thing.

               By the time we get back to the house, the boys are gone and for once the living room is spotless. I smile at the room and give my dad a tour of the now unpacked house, spending the rest of the day showing and telling him everything I’ve been working on at the university.

               Once we get to the arena there are hardly any people milling around yet. But that’s what happens when you get there two and a half hours before the puck drops. My father is familiar with the arena and leads the way through the bowels of the Air Canada Center, sticking close behind him and avoiding looking anywhere but at his back.

               Every time my father stops to talk to someone, I reach up to the ball cap I had thrown on before leaving the house and pull it a little farther down my head. No one my father stops says anything to me, which I’m used to from my years of following him around as a child. It isn’t until we turn down a hallway to head to the elevator that someone acknowledges me.

               “Mike, how are you?” My dad exclaims, clasping hands with the Leafs head coach. I can’t help but peek up at him, my dad and he had worked closely together over the years until Babs left Detroit to take on Toronto, growing up I had been close with one of his daughters when we were dragged by our dads to various games and practices.

               They make small talk a minute before Mike notices me standing behind my dad’s shoulder.

               “Y/N! I didn’t see you there. Heard you’re doing some big things in the Astrophysics department,” Mike winks at me and my cheeks warm with the smile forming across my face.

               “That she is,” my dad says, squeezing my shoulder, a proud look on his face that I beam under.

               “I heard you’ve been here over a month and haven’t come to visit me yet,” Mike quirks an eyebrow at me.

               ‘I’ve been here!” I gesture to where I know the family room is down the hall before I realize what I’m doing and I try to play if off as fixing my hat. My dad and Mike both raise their eyebrows at me. “Don’t give me that look,” I blush under their stares and look away.

               “She’s got a point Mike, she has been here,” my dad says, smirking at Mike and I scowl.

               “I’m surprised she admitted it,” Mike adds, both of them clearly enjoying themselves.

               “Shouldn’t you be yelling at your players or something,” I mutter and he laughs.

               “Only if they piss me off, Y/N,” he says, though he does glance at his watch. “Though I do have other things to get going besides yelling.” He shakes my dad’s hand and pats my shoulder. “I look forward to seeing you after the game, and you,” Mike then directs his attention to me. “I look forward to seeing you around here more often as well.” I make a noise in the back of my throat and nod at him with his knowing smile on his face.

               We head back down the hallway to elevator right when a group of boys rounds the corner in front of us. I immediately see Mitch and I know Auston will be right behind him. I duck into my father’s side and try to stay in his shadow praying that no one notices me.

               “Y/L/N!” Someone shouts behind me and both my father and I whip around on instinct. Babcock is standing down the hallway we just left, leaning against a door frame, a smirk on his face.

               “Ms. Y/L/N, to be exact. I forgot to comment on your hat, looks better than red and white in my opinion,” he says and I can feel the stares of nearly everyone in the hallway. Frowning, I reach up to the ball cap and pull it off my head. I turn it in my hands a Toronto Maple Leafs logo glares up at me, I hold it at arm’s length away much to amusement of the people watching me. What the…?

               “Now the real question is, are you going to put it back on?” Mike winks at me and then disappears into the door frame he had been standing in.

               I look from where he had been standing back to the hat and eye it warily. Turning on my heel I continue walking slowly with my dad, growing closer and closer to the group of guys still watching me. When I’m within fifteen of them I huff out a small laugh and plop the hat back on my head, adjusting my pony tail.

               “Where did I go wrong?” My dad muses beside me and I smile at him, continuing to ignore the gawking Leafs players to my right. They had been trying since I got to Toronto to get me to wear some sort of Leafs gear and apparently one of them had left a hat one night and I grabbed it by mistake.

               “Nineteen years ago when you showed me the sky,” I say back to him and he laughs softly, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

               “Then I wouldn’t change a thing,” he says and I squeeze his hand. Here is the only boy that would love me no matter what I did.

               My dad takes me up to the scouting booth where much of the Leafs front office people are. He talks with Brendan Shanahan for a few moments as I make my way to one of the free seats and try to ignore everyone around me. It used to amaze me that my dad worked and knew all these people, now I just want to watch hockey.

               We have to wait quite a while longer before the actual game starts and nearly the entire time my dad is either talking to someone in person or on the phone. I take the free time to people watch as fans file in, I start making a mental list of how many Matthews jerseys I see. I lose count very quickly.

               The game wears on, a nail bitter to the very end, even though the Leafs are up by two after an empty netter with two minutes left. With a final score of six to four in the Leafs favor, everyone leaves happy. My dad looks at his watch and mutters to himself, rubbing his face.

               “What are you thinking about?” I ask him, he only every does that when he’s stressed.

               “What? Nothing, just we have a little time before my flight leaves. Want to get some dinner?” He asks standing up and gathering his laptop and notes.

               “It’s almost ten…” I stare at him.

               “I didn’t say we have to go an eight course meal, Y/N,” my dad laughs. “I just need something to hold me over before my short flight home to your mother.”

               “Alright,” I sigh, standing next to him and stretching, my hand brushes against the hat and I smile.

               I drive my dad through Toronto as he looks for someplace we wants to eat and he finally decides on the restaurant that I went to with Auston’s family on my very first night here. As I sit down at a table just a short distance away from where I sat then, I almost feel the bracelet heat on my wrist. I touch the charms as my dad busies himself with the menu.

               “You seem awfully intrigued by that bracelet, Y/N,” my dad says, not even looking up from his menu. Okay, maybe he’s not as busy as I thought.

               I shrug my shoulders and put my hands on my lap.

               “Let me see,” my dad presses, putting his menu down and reaching towards me. I obey and place my wrist on the table in front of him, he gently lifts it and examines the little dangles.

               “This middle one is quite extravagant,” he muses, touching the blue and gold one. “Who gave you that one?”

               “Auston,” I mutter, my cheeks flaming and my dad chuckles.

               “Should have guessed,” he whispers more to himself than to me and I frown at him. I hadn’t mentioned anything about Auston to either of my parents, though my mom suspected it, I had never confirmed anything. Before I can ask, he puts my wrist back on the table and pats my hand before turning his attention back to the menu.

               “You’re being weird today,” I tell him, picking up my own menu.

               “What else is new?” He asks, not looking at me and I nod in agreement.

               Once I’m able to get him to leave and into the car towards the airport, I finally ask.

               “Is there a reason you didn’t want to go back to my house before your flight?”

               “What are you talking about? We were already out, no need to go all the way home and then back in just under two hours.” He’s talking fast and avoiding my eye contact. I pull up to a stop light and eye him.

               “Dad… I live less than fifteen minutes from the airport…” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he squirms in his seat, thankfully I got my poker face from my mama. “You just going to avoid my eye contact the rest of the way?”

               My dad turns his head slightly towards me and opens his mouth but seems to think better of it and looks forward again. “Yes.” He says and I sigh at him.

               We ride in silence the rest of the way until I pull to a stop outside the entrance, it’s a ghost town, not a person in sight. Sadness aches in my chest, it had been so nice having my dad with me all day, it kept my mind off of things. Now that he’s leaving and I have to go back to an empty house, a sadness comes over me.

               “Are you positive you and mom can’t just move here?” I ask him, tears in my eyes.

               “Oh, Y/N, as much as we miss you… I think you’re doing just fine on your own, baby,” he reaches across the console and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him and nuzzle my face into his neck.

               “But I miss you,” I whine and he laughs.

               “I think there are quite a few things you would miss in Toronto if you were to leave,” he whispers and I can hear more behind his words.

               “You’re going great kid, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes me once more before letting me go and reaching into the backseat for his briefcase.

               “Love you,” I say as he climbs out of the car.

               “Love you so much more,” he answers and winks at me, closing the door gently and tapping the roof.

               I blow him one more kiss and wait until he gets inside the airport to pull away. A few tears fall during my short ride home. I had thought having my dad here, even for a day, would make me feel so much better and now that he’s gone, I feel a hundred times worse and even more homesick. Even when I pull into my driveway, I can’t get myself to climb out and walk inside for another ten minutes.

               When I finally get myself composed, I step out of the car and trudge through the snow to my front door, not even noticing the other car sitting in my driveway. I fumble with my keys at the door, I realize my porch lights aren’t on. I tap the glass around the out light bulb and stop myself. That is exactly how horror movies start out, dumbass. Finally getting the door open I step in and close the door behind me before I even realize that the lamp that I always keep on in the foyer is also off.

               I hear a snap and suddenly there’s a light near my feet and I squeal, whipping around and pressing my back to the door looking around in a panic. Looking down at the floor I’m surprised not to see some half eaten zombie crawling towards me but a rope of what looks light white Christmas lights, which lead through the foyer and into the hallway behind it.

               I eye the lights for a minute and taking a deep breath, I step forward.

disembark

seven forty four.

handfuls of sleepy tulsans blink past glass and the landed plane

at the gathering gray swamp of storms huddling on the horizon,

and all is silence and country music spread thin

over linoleum.

seven forty five.

a door opens

and tumbles out five dozen chattering californians.

culture clashes in the doorframe as over and into 

the midwestern quiet they flood.

the tulsans side eye hurried noise.

intruders.

wake not the midwest until it so desires.


-rachel | @whatrachelwrote

Prove Me Wrong // Cha Eunwoo

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the prompt: could you write a fluff + angst scenario of Eunwoo from Astro? Eunwoo could be fall in love with an international fan.

words: 1946

category: angst + fluff, soulmate!au

author note: I’ve turned this into another soulmate au bc i liked the idea. please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by mkcyj

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2 a.m.

The familiar tone of a facetime call rang from your phone across the room, and you smiled at the name that appeared on the screen before you answered, taking a second to connect.

“baby girl” Sammy smiled seeing your face on his screen.

“hi babe” you smiled, walking over to your bed and laying down.

“how’s my girl?” he asked.

“good. just missing you, but what’s new?”

see, you were at your parents for a small vacation. You lived in L.A. attending the art school of your dreams, and your family lived in Miami. You had a break from school, so you had decided to go home for the month, mostly cause you missed your family so much.

Your parents were glad to have you home, knowing once you finished school you would be staying out there permanently. And they knew how serious you and Sammy were and your parents absolutely adored him, and your little sister had the biggest crush on him, but she was 12, and you were 21, so you weren’t too worried, plus Sammy found it adorable.

You and Sammy had been together nearly 3 years now, and your whole family loved him. So much. He was actually flying out for the last week of your stay a your parents so he could see your family, but also see you. When you had left he had been doing a small tour stopping in only 13 cities along the west coast, so he was gone for 3 weeks before, and now you had to go three more without seeing him, his tour ending three days after you had left.

“awe don’t worry babe, I’ll be there tomorrow!” Sammy smiled, switching the camera to his suitcase he had packed.

“I know! I can’t wait” you smiled, biting your lip.

You and Sammy talked a bit more, just about the plans for the week he was here. Your family wanted to take you guys out to dinner one night, and your dad wanted one afternoon with him reserved to watch the game, and your little sister Raelyn wanted to go to the beach at least once. For a little 12 year old she was surprisingly smart, talking about how she’d get to see his ‘hot bod’ there.

You didn’t care, you just couldn’t wait to be in his presence. You didn’t even go this long without seeing him when he was on tour. You weren’t clingy by any means, you were actually pretty chill and laid back, but it’s been nearly a month since you’ve seen him.

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You had set an alarm, because Sammy said his flight was supposed to land at noon, so you set your alarm for 9 so you could get ready and everything and then go get him from the airport.

unfortunately for you, you didn’t wake up to your alarm. In fact, you woke up before it…Raelyn had this habit of always coming into your room and waking you up. Usually she wanted you to help her coordinate her outfit, or sometimes she even wanted you to take her somewhere.

So when you felt someone shaking your arm you were kinda annoyed. You knew she was doing this because she wanted to go with you to the airport, and she always got over excited about stuff like that so she would always wake you up early.

“Rae…Just give me 5 more minutes” you muttered into the pillow, but the shaking didn’t stop.

“Rae” you groaned, turning to finally look at her.

“what?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

“just give me like 5 more minutes” you pleaded.

“fine” she rolled her eyes, getting up and walking out of your room.

you laid in bed and couldn’t fall back asleep. You were too excited to finally see Sammy in what felt like ever. 5 minutes later though, Raelyn walked back in and you got out of bed, deciding to shower in your en suite to get ready.

30 minutes later you were out of the shower and had just thrown on an outfit.

You had walked out into your room taking the towel to your hair to get it dry when the door opened.

You whipped your head towards the door while speaking “don’t you ever kno-Sammy!?” you stopped yourself.

In your doorway was Sammy, a smile plastered on his face.

“hey babe” 

You didn’t even say anything but ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

“what are you doing here?” you muttered into his neck, where you had buried your head.

“I got an early flight. I wanted to surprise you and your dad got me from the airport this morning” he chuckled a bit, walking towards your bed and plopping down on top of you.

You smiled up at him. It didn’t matter that you two had been together for three years. You fell for him harder and harder everyday. You knew that he was the boy that you were going to marry when the time came. You two were crazy for one another, everyone could see it.

“I love you” you muttered.

“I love you too babe” he smiled, leaning down and placing his lips onto yours softly.

————————————-

Sammy’s been with you now for 3 days, but you feel like you have barely seen him. Of course, he’s been spending time with your family, which you didn’t mind, you found it adorable they all got along so well. You’re just kind of irritated.

You wanted alone time with Sammy. Lately you’ve been feeling rather sexually frusturated. The last time you had had sex was nearly two months ago. You had went to see Sammy on his tour and you two had a quickie before he went on stage, and then after the show you guys had went out for drinks with everyone.

And you planned that tonight you could finally have some alone time. everyone had went out to dinner, and you thought when you got home you two could be alone, but Raelyn and her friend Carson wanted to play apples to apples, which you guys did, because they were practically begging Sammy.

At around 11, you decided you were going to bed, cause clearly you wouldn’t be getting anything tonight, your little sister and her friend had practically stolen your boyfriend.

You said goodnight, to which Sammy said he’d be up in a bit, and you headed off to bed. Putting on one of Sammy’s nebraska tee shirts he gave you a long time ago, and your panties, you laid in bed, and within 15 minutes you were asleep.

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you were moaning out his name as he filled you up. It had felt like it had been forever since he had been inside you, and you loved it. It felt so good, him sliding in and out of you slowly. You were close. So close. Clenching around him moaning out his name as his lips captured yours to keep you quiet. you were about to cum

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your eyes shot open. Looking around you realized you were dreaming. Of course. Looking beside you you saw the time was 2:05 in the morning. Looking next to you you saw Sammy sleeping.

If you hadn’t been so sexually frusturated the past month and a half, you probably wouldn’t have had that dream. If you weren’t horny earlier, you definitely were now.

Nudging Sammy a bit and muttering his name.

“sammy”

“hmmmm” he hummed into his pillow.

“babe…wake up” you spoke. You didn’t care it was 2 in the morning. You needed it.

A groan was Sammy’s response, but nevertheless he turned and sat up a bit, one eye open and looking at you.

“yes?” he asked.

“I love you” you smiled.

“you didn’t wake me up to tell me you love me…what’s up?” he asked, sitting up fully, his back against the headboard.

“but I do love you” you spoke, crawling over him a bit so you were straddling him. “you know that right?” you asked, your hands on his shoulders as you looked in his eyes.

“of course. I love you too” he muttered, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

You smiled and leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Pecking his lips several times before trailing your kisses along his jaw and making your way to his neck.

“babe…w-what are you doing” he asked, as gave him a little love bite before making your way back to his lips.

“I just love you a lot” you muttered against his skin before your lips were back on his.

Sammy’s hands were on your hips as you started to make out with him, slowly starting to grind on him. Sammy let out a little chuckle and pulled away from the kiss, causing you to look at him.

“you did not wake me up at 2 a.m. because you were in the mood” he laughed, looking at you.

“Sammy” you whined, throwing your head back. “it’s been forever” you admitted when you looked back at him.

“really?” he asked a light chuckle coming from him. “this couldn’t wait until later?”

“Sammy. It’s been over a month. I need you” you spoke, pouting your lip and giving him your puppy dog eyes.

Sammy shook his head and rolled his eyes before wrapping you up in his arms and rolling the two of you over so he was on top of you. Looking into one another’s eyes, he let out a little chuckle before he smashed his lips on yours.

He started to grind into you, feeling the small little bulge he had in his boxers against your core made you 10 times hornier, finally feeling him even if it was through clothes.

Both of you were turned on. Sammy didn’t realize how bad he had wanted, or needed you actually. In a matter of minutes you were left in just Sammy’s old shirt, and he was naked, laying back on your bed as you crawled back up to him, licking your lips with a satisfied smiled on your face.

“god, I forgot how good you were at that” he let out a little laugh as you moved to straddle him. You smiled at him as you hovered above his cock, reaching down, ready to remove your shirt.

“no…keep it on, you look sexy as fuck in my clothes”

You let go of the shirt and reached down and grabbed Sammy’s dick, aligning the tip with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it, throwing your head back as he filled you up.

You started to rock your hips back and forth, grinding on him slowly. His hands on your waist as he started to guide you, increasing your speed. 

It was passionate, and you loved it. Sex with Sammy always was. He made you feel so good. He pleased you in ways no man ever had before.

You had started to ‘bounce’ on him, your pace quickening, and the sound of your guys’ skin hitting filling the room. You bit your lip to hold in your moans, but they still fell from your throat. 

Sammy flipped the two of you over, you looking up at him now as he pounded into you. Pushing your shirt up just enough to expose your boobs, watching them with each thrust as they bounced up and down.

Your back arched up off the mattress as you bit your lip. You wanted to scream out his name. You were so close.

Sammy was grunting with each thrust, getting sloppier and you let out a loud moan, Sammy’s eyes going wide, realizing it was 2:30 in the morning, and you had nearly screamed.

Sammy reached down, running his finger against your lip, you opening up and him slipping a finger into your mouth, you immediately sucking on it. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

You clenched around Sammy, knowing you were close. Sammy removed his finger and reached down and started rubbing your clit as he thrusted into you.

You moaned out as you came, your body convulsing and you seeing stars. Sammy rode out your high as he got closer to his. You knew he was close as he started to get sloppier, and he had also sorta fallen on top of you and was moaning into your ear.

You started talking to him as he tried to reach his release.

“Sammy” you whined in his ear “please cum in me” you muttered.

Sammy let out an almost growl in your ear, losing his control he bit down on your shoulder as he came, filling you up.

Riding out his high, he rolled off you with a huff.

“god” he breathed out. “you were right” he let out a little chuckle.

“right” you let out a little giggle, snuggling into him, and pecking his lips.

“I’m not even mad you woke me up at 2 am for that” Sammy laughed, wrapping his arms around you and the two of you falling asleep.

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Police shooting near France Orly Airport causes partial evacuation

  • A man was fatally shot after trying to steal a soldier’s gun early Saturday morning at France’s Orly Airport outside Paris.
  • Before his attempt to snatch the assault rifle, he shot a traffic cop in a Paris suburb, the Washington Post reports.
  • After shooting the traffic cop, the man hijacked a woman’s car in a different Paris suburb and then went to Orly, where he was eventually shot and killed after trying to grab a female soldier’s firearm. 
  • The Paris prosecutor’s office is investigating the incident as a possible terrorist act. Read more. (3/18/17, 11:24 AM)

anonymous asked:

Sterek + you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place

merry christmas, u jerks (ᅌᴗᅌ)

Stiles fiddles with the radio, his mouth thin. He’s not from around here; he doesn’t know any of the local stations. Derek clears his throat.

“90.3 usually has Christmas music on,” he offers.

Stiles makes a noncommittal noise but flips to the station, thumping back against the passenger seat as the soft sound of I’ll Be Home for Christmas fills the car. Derek wants to puke at the saccharine syrupyness of it. He swallows instead, trying to keep his attention on the road.

“I’m only doing this because I already bought the plane ticket,” Stiles says abruptly.

“I know,” Derek says flatly. Stiles has already said as much. Multiple times.

“And I’d already bought your family presents.”

“I know,” Derek says, gritting his teeth.

“I’m doing this for them, anyway, not you.” Stiles turns his head to look out the window.

“And I told you,” Derek snaps, fingers tightening around the steering wheel, “I’ll tell them after we go home. Don’t want to ruin their holidays,” he adds sarcastically.

Stiles sighs, but to Derek’s vague surprise, he doesn’t rise to the bait. Maybe he doesn’t want to fight - not that Derek really wants to fight either. The whole last month seems like one big fight, and he’s tired. Up until that morning at the airport, he hadn’t even seen Stiles in two weeks, and it’d hurt to see Stiles looking…normal. Derek’s been feeling like death and Stiles is just - Stiles. Impatient, fast-moving, irritated Starbucks gave him a vanilla flavor shot instead of hazelnut Stiles. Not that Derek had thought he’d die without Derek around, but it might have made him feel better if Stiles had seemed to miss him at all, and it doesn’t appear he has. It hurts.

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