Auston Matthews #4.2 - “Harden My Heart”

Anon 1 asked: I loved the Auston Matthews “Harden My Heart” imagine. Part 2 if you’re not busy? Thank you!

Anon 2 asked: Oh my gosh I just read harden my heart Auston Matthews and I know you wrote it awhile ago but oh my gosh please can you make a part two of it please! Like if you did maybe the relationship with the girl and Aus turns out terrible like her cheating on Auston and him like finding out and is upset and all and like she spots her with him because she lied she needed to be like somewhere and maybe y/n is on a date with a guy when that happens? And he calls all mad and sad.

Part 1

Somehow it has been just over a year since my last post on this account and I don’t know how that is possible. I’m so so sorry for that but I wanted to post something and hopefully end my writer’s block. This was a quick write as I just wanted to get this out to you guys. It’s been so long I don’t know if I remember how to properly link anything anymore. Well, anyway, here you go. I love all of you and hope this 2019 is everything you hoped it would be. 

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It’s been two months since you moved out of Auston’s place and you’ve seen him exactly five times. You still text sure, and occasionally he’ll call you but if not for all the Maple Leaf posters around the area, you’d have forgotten what he looked like. Hell, you’ve seen Mitch more than you’ve seen Auston.

It hurts yeah, but at this point you’re working hard to fully move on from your feelings about him. It doesn’t seem to be working.

Mitch, bless his soul, is the only one who knew exactly how you felt about Auston, having picked up on it within two meetings. How Auston didn’t realize is beyond your comprehension.

This is why you find yourself in a stuffy bar on a Thursday night when you’d rather be home burrowed in your bed with a pint of ice cream and Netflix. Mitch mentioned he had a friend, a non-hockey playing friend, that he thought would be perfect for you. Reluctantly you agreed and your roommates shoved you into a pair of jeans they insisted made your ass look amazing and made you do something with your hair for once. You had to admit, it was nice getting dressed up.

Tyson Barrie - Ice Cream

Hey guys. This is quite possibly my attempt at making a writing return. I suppose it depends on if you like this or not. I mentioned trying a different style of writing Imagines so please let me know if you like this version better. Hope everyone is doing well!

There is something about grocery shopping late at night that makes it feel like time is nothing but an illusion. The oddities of running errands that late is probably what makes me feel weirdly unbalanced. I mean, what normal human leaves the comfort of their home at 11 o’clock on a week night to spend time under the harsh florescent lights of the nearest grocery store, instead of I don’t know, doing literally anything else? The type of person whose roommate just broke up with their longtime partner, that’s who.

The basket I have tucked into the crook of my elbow is beginning to dig in painfully under the weight of the various desserts I promised to bring back. I yawn and look at the freezer in front of me, stocked to the brim of different types of ice cream. Casey is particular though, when it comes to her frozen treats. She weirdly requests vanilla ice cream and that it be Ben and Jerry’s. To me, all vanilla tastes the same because it’s the plainest flavor but if Ben and Jerry’s is what she wants, it’s what she’ll get.

I’m scanning the aisle for the Ben and Jerry’s section and make awkward eye contact with what has to be the only other person in the whole place.

He’s cute, I think. And then I see him reach for the last pint of Vanilla Ben and Jerry’s and suddenly he becomes my mortal enemy.

Hi lovelies, through my scouting of the internet, I’ve come across two different styles of imagines. Ones where the writer uses “you” in reference to the readers, and the second kind when they use “I” as if it’s a personal telling of an event. 

Now normally I write in the form of “you” but was thinking of trying my hand at the other form. I don’t know how much you all would care but I thought I’d put this out here to gauge reactions. 

Thanks guys, hopefully I’ll finally have another thing posted soon!

-Em