#imagine getting a text from your old friend like “hey we haven't really spoken for a while but instead of just talking i wanna hire you!”

[fruit-snacker]

I always decide to get major hair changes AFTER I get pictures done

[willykappymarnsmatts]

Wish It Was Real: Chapter 3 (A. Matthews)

Gif by @nylanders

Usually on Saturdays Auston and I would hang out at home all day, listening to music and doing chores around my apartment until it comes time to get ready to go to the arena. It's abnormally quiet in the apartment this Saturday, with no Aus bouncing around the halls, trying to distract me while I fold the laundry, blasting music until I yell at him to turn it down.

I miss him. It's only been a couple of days since I've seen him and I miss him. I don't bother turning on music, but I go around the rooms, picking up old glasses and plates to wash before I get ready to go. I shake my head and wonder how terribly wrong I read the situation on the couch with Auston. I spooked him, and now he'll never look at me the same ever again. He's probably disgusted with me. He's never expressed he wanted anything more with me, our relationship seeming strictly friendly until the fake-dating. But apparently, the entire thing was acting. If he's going to give me the cold shoulder from now on, I don't know how much longer I can go playing pretend with him.

•••

AUSTON’S POV

Why the fuck did I run off like that, I think to myself, lying on my back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I've picked up my phone at least a hundred times, opening her contact on my phone, wanting more than anything to text her, to see her.

To hear her voice.

But something stops me every time. Something inside me makes me throw my phone across the room and try to force her out of my head. I can't get her out, though. She's all that I can think about, has been for years. Stupid fucking flings don’t even come close to making me feel the way I do when I’m around her, when she smiles at me and its like time stops, when she jokingly flirts with me when we’re alone. The way she's been looking at me, while we've been pretending, I literally cannot focus. It takes all my fucking willpower not to kiss her while we’re in the company of the team, or her friends.

When she's wearing my sweats, her hair hanging loose with no makeup on, I can't think straight. When she dresses up to go out somewhere, I imagine my hands roaming her perfect body, the things I'd do to her if I could. She makes my heart stop. She's funny, and kind to literally everyone, she's loyal, beautiful…

She’s my fucking favourite person and I want her all to myself.

I'm gonna make her mine. I'm done playing games and pretending and flirting. I sit up on my bed and push myself onto my feet to get ready to go to the arena. I'm not going to wait around anymore.

•••

Y/N’s POV

I smile politely at the people who make eye-contact with me on my way to the section where the guys buy seats for the WAGs. I take a deep breath when I see the group of blondes chatting and drinking a few metres away. I nod at the strangers in the seats between me and the girls and slide past them when they get up.

“Y/N! Hey!” Paige exclaims when she sees me. She gets up from her seat to hug me and sits back down, taking her purse off my seat so I can do the same. I wave at the group, and while most of the girls are nice enough to me, Steph glares at me slightly. I shake my head to myself, but my face breaks into a smile when Paige turns towards me. “So, how are things going with Auston?” She drawls. Paige had quickly become my closest friend out of the girls when Kasperi started dating her. They have an on-off relationship, and when they're on I see a lot more of her, but she's probably the only one out of the girlfriends that I keep in touch with outside of with the guys.

I grimace slightly, and her face falls. “You know how the guys all went out for Will’s birthday the other night?” She nods, her eyes searching mine. “Since that night, I haven't seen or heard from him. I know he’s alive because he’s been posting and the team hasn’t posted a fucking announcement that he died, but he’s been ignoring me for what seems like absolutely no reason.” I pout a little, this being the first time I've spoken the situation out loud, even in its half-truth.

“Want me to get Kappy to kick his ass?” She asks, her expression sombre until she sees my face light up and I giggle. We laugh and continue to chat until the lights dim and the light show begins on the ice. We whoop and cheer with the rest of the arena, and Paige and I yell especially loud for Kap, Mitch, and Will. When Auston’s name is announced and the arena starts to shake, my heart dips and breaks a little. He gives a small nod to the arena, which is displayed on the scoreboard, then looks in my direction. I watch him as he squints to look for me in the crowd, as he does every game I come to, but instead of smiling and waving when he sees me like a little kid, he nods to himself and looks away.

My heart breaks and I slump in my seat a bit, which catches Paige’s attention. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“He barely even looked at me.” I admit, and she puts an arm around me and rubs my shoulder. Her bracelet catches on a loose thread of my jersey, and she grins a little.

“His name is still on the back of the jersey you're wearing. Everything is fine. He would’ve taken it with him when he left if he didn’t want you to wear it. And you're going out with him tonight, right?” I nod, still frowning.

“Okay, so then you talk to him tonight. Ask him why he's being a little bitch. And if he does break your heart, I swear I’ll get Kap to beat his ass.”

I giggle again at the thought of the two best friends having it out. “Thanks for being such an amazing friend,” I tell her, and she smiles.

“Babe, you never have to thank me for that.”

The game speeds by and it’s halfway through the third period with the guys down by one to the Panthers. Auston gains possession of the puck and skates into the opposing end. He passes it to Mitch, who passes it back to Auston, who skates around a defenceman and shoots from his backhand…

The arena starts to shake as people jump up from their seats and scream and cheer. I stand up and clap as the guys jump on Auston in celebration. As he skates towards the bench, he looks in my direction and winks, and butterflies blossom in my stomach. Paige sees, and she wraps her arms around me in celebration.

Mitch scores the game-winning goal seven minutes later, to which the fans erupt, and the game ends three minutes after that. Everyone is ecstatic and I leave our section and go into the concourse with Paige on my heels.

“Do you need anything before you go to see him?” she asks me, gently fixing my hair.

“I think I'm okay,” I laugh. “We’re not meeting for the first time or anything.”

She nods and pats me on the shoulder. “Have fun, don't let Steph drag down the night too much.”

I nod and she kisses me on the cheek before letting me find my way to the stairs to get down to meet Auston.

Most of the security recognize me, so I don't have to pull out my access card, but there's always a few new guys who assume I'm a fangirl going to harass the guys. I groan and fish around my purse, but before I can find it someone comes running down the hall and envelopes me in his arms. “Auston!'' I exclaim and hug him back.

“See my goal? Just for you,” he winks, easily falling into fake-affection.

“I saw,'' I grin, and he plants a kiss on my forehead, right in front of the security guard. He clears his throat and Auston nods at him, then wraps his arm around my shoulders to lead me to his car. When we get in, my smile falls, but his doesn’t.

“We can't just act like nothing happened,” I frown.

“Why not?” he jokes, but immediately drops it. “I know. I'm sorry for the way I acted, I really am. I was stupid, I just freaked because-” he cuts himself off when Mitch bursts into the back of the car, a huge grin on his face.

“Mitch! Game winner!'' I smile and high five him, and he pats himself on the back.

“No big deal,” he laughs. Stephanie steps into the car moments later, and the light mood darkens slightly, but I'm able to ignore the glare she gives me.

“Where are we going?” I ask Auston, telling him with my eyes that our conversation is not over.

“Uhm, the usual place.” I nod, my lips in a tight line, and Auston nods back, expressing that he gets that we’re gonna talk alone.

The night is far from over.

[imagine-loki]

Lokis Bahamas Trigger Warning - References to previous Miscarriage

TITLE: Loki’s BahamasCHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Six

AUTHOR: Lokislover9

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:Imagine sitting next to on a plane. It’s a long flight and you eventually fall asleep with your head on his shoulder.

RATING: Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: Brief mention of serious illness and previous miscarriage. (Trigger Warning)

The next day around noon, someone came knocking at Jasmine’s door. She crawled out of bed, managed to find her robe and stumbled towards it.

“Good morning ma'am.”

She stared at the man with her brain still fuzzy from the previous night’s residue. “Morning.” Then noticed the food trolley. “I think you have the wrong room. I didn’t order anything.”

The man gave her the brightest smile. “Brunch for you, compliments of Mr. Loki?”

She looked at him confused. “Oh.”

She let him in and was fumbling through her purse for some money when he turned to leave. “Enjoy your day ma'am.”

“Wait you need a tip!”

He rose a palm to her and smiled again. “Oh no that’s all been taken care of, but thank you anyway.”

“Uh, alright. Thank you too and Loki?”

Jasmine was baffled as to why Loki would do this knowing she hadn’t told him she’d split with her fiancé, but felt too much like shit to care at that moment. The trolley contained a small array of tropical fruit, a couple of pastries, toast and hard boiled eggs, some fresh mango juice and a few herbal teas. Unfortunately, all she could stomach was some juice and a piece of dry toast before going back to bed until the early evening.

That afternoon, Loki had another meeting with George, Arthur and this time Silvie too. By the end of it, they were all in stitches recalling some funny stories of incidents with previous guests when Loki mentioned the elderly couple he’d met.

Silvie started laughing again. “You must be referring to the tiny old couple from New York, Rose and Marvin?”

“That’s them.” Said Loki.

Then Arthur started laughing. “George, these people are over eighty and what a pair.”

George is in his early sixties and gives him a look.

“Are you disin seniors now Arthur? You aren’t no spring chicken man!”

He shook his head. “No, if you met this couple, you’d understand!”

“Tell them about the pool incident the other day.” Said Silvie.

“Oh, Jesus!” said Arthur. “Siggy was working the swim-up bar in the pool and needed a dinner break so was filling in. I have no idea where Rose was when he started, but Marvin kept strolling the edge of the pool wherever young bikini clad ladies were swimming trying to look inconspicuous of all things.”

“Was it working for him?” Asked George.

They all laughed as Arthur continued.

“Anyway, he was wearing these neon blue bathing trunks that a twenty-year-old would wear and they were tied up to almost as high as the poor souls man boobs.”

Loki looked at Silvie, gesturing towards Arthur. “That’s going to be him in twenty years Sweet Cheeks.”

She laughed. “Then he’d better be leavin’ his toupee at home cause I’ll be doin’ what Rose did too!”

“Oh, this must be good!” Said Loki.

Arthur continued. “He was also wearing prescription sunglasses. I saw Rose spot him from off in the distance wearing a scowl with her hands on her hips. She started casually walking up behind him and would dart out of sight if he turned in her direction. The second she got close enough, she let him have it with a good swing of her hips and he went into the deep end.”

Loki looked at Silvie and laughed.

“Wait, it gets better! She said.

“He came up coughing and flailing his arms in the water with his toupee and glasses covering his face and I jumped over the bar and went in after him! After dragging his sorry ass to the edge, I look up and there’s Rose still standing on the other side of the pool where she’d pushed him in like nothing happened. Then she yelled at him and just kept walking. ‘I’m goin’ for a manicure Marvin, I’ll see you in half an hour.’

They were all laughing when George looked to Silvie. “Knowing you, you’d just keep walking after he fell in!” He stood and picked up his briefcase. “I’d best be getting home myself.”

“How’s Kat doing?” Asked Loki.

“Better and better every day, but still mad she’ll be in a cast for a while longer. Goodnight all!”

After he left, Silvie spoke up.

“So Stud Muffin, you know this lady you’ve been questioning Arthur about?”

“You mean the lovely ‘ball buster’ from the plane?”

She laughed. “Why yes!”

“You’ve told half the Bahamas already haven’t you?”

“Why yes!”

“Great! I’m looking so forward to the next employee BBQ at my Villa. I heard you own a pitchfork now. Can I borrow it to put another hole in Arthur’s ass?”

“Of course! After we have a chat though.”

Loki raised his brows. “Oh oh. Am I in trouble?”

Silvie winked at him. “No, but it’s good to know you may worry you could be? It’s about the lovely Jasmine you’ve been covetin’.”

Arthur interrupted. “Hey, in my defense, I was going to tell you last night that Silvie met her, but didn’t know if you’d want Siggy to know her business.”

Loki was now intrigued.

“This happened the same day you first spoke to her at the pool and enquired about her fiancé remember?” Asked Silvie?

Loki nodded.

“I had come out of a room up there and she came off the elevator blind from cryin’ and almost knocked me over. She kept apologizing through tears and when I asked what was wrong, she began sobbin’ into her hands.”

“What?” Said Loki.

Arthur rejoined them at the table. “Don’t worry man, you did nothing wrong.”

“Listen Loki my friend. You may tease me about bein a gossip but I don’t talk about another’s broken heart with no one if it’s told to me in confidence. I’m only tellin you because you seem to like her, but understand I know somethin else too and it isn’t because Arthur, or anyone else has ever had to tell me. I know how popular you are with the ladies and that’s your business as they seem to like you too.”

Loki sat back in his chair. “Sweet Cheeks, are you saying your pet name for me isn’t based on mutual lust?”

She squinted her eyes. “Well, maybe a little.”

“Should I be buying a pitchfork?” Asked Arthur.

“Really though, hear me Loki. I need to know you will never tell her I said a thing to you, and don’t hurt her please?”

Silvie had never spoken to him about such things and he was surprised to hear her doing it now. “Alright.”

“She seems like a sweet lady and was recently hurt bad so please if you chose to pursue her, will you be kind?”

Loki looked her in the eye. “You have my word Silvie. What happened? She told me on the plane she was meeting her fiancé here.”

“Such an asshole! He was supposed to meet her here for a vacation and they were goin’ to plan a date for their wedding but he ran off instead with some other woman and told her via text message three days after, the coward!”

Loki looked at Arthur. “I told you something wasn’t right.”

“It’s gets worse.” Said Silvie.

Now even Arthur was staring at her.

“A wedding date wasn’t the only reason they had planned this vacation Loki and it’s why I’m tellin you don’t hurt this lady. She lost a baby three months ago and they were comin’ down here to try and forget a little.”

Both Loki and Arthur cringed.

“I mean it Loki. Please be kind? She probably won’t be here for much longer and you’ll meet others once she’s gone, I’m sure.”

“I understand Silvie, really I do. How much longer will she be here for, do you know?”

She hesitated, but Loki’s expression seemed sincere. “She honestly never said.”

“She told you all that but not how long she’s staying here for?”

“No, she didn’t. I never thought to ask while we were talkin’. Listen, I should be gettin back as we’re minus a waitress in the restaurant tonight.”

“Silvie, did she mention at all why she stayed?”

“I didn’t learn that either. See you now, I’m off!”

She left and Arthur stared at Loki as he headed towards the door. “You think you can keep your word?”

“This coming from the same man who was asking for details about last night?” Loki teased.

“Loki stop for a moment please? You know how much Silvie loves kids right?”

“Yes, I do. Why?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you why she and I don’t have children have I?”

Loki stared at him. “No, you haven't”

“Years ago, Silvie and I lost a son and she was never able to have more after that.”

Loki could tell this wasn’t an easy thing for his friend to say.

“I’m sorry Arthur.”

“She was pregnant when we learned she had ovarian cancer. It was her or the baby and I had to beg her to make the decision.”

Loki looked to the floor and heavily sighed. “I’m really sorry man.”

Arthur nodded. “I didn’t know that happened to Jasmine until just now. Losing a child? It’s hard on a woman my friend.”

There was a moment of silence before Arthur collected himself. “So maybe you could listen to my Silvie and seriously try not to be a prick?”

Loki smiled. “I won’t be man, but can you please find out on how much longer her room is booked for without telling Silvie I asked?”

Arthur shook his finger. “Alright, but if you get me in trouble with my wife my man? I’ll be chasing you down with a pitchfork!”