get out of here with your goofy grin

soulmate! Minghao

anon asked:  I love the soulmate series you guys are doing! They’re all so cute!!!! Can I ask for one with The8/Minghao? -Aries

a/n hiii anon aries, thank you so much! & of course!! i hope you enjoy!

in which you a am incomplete tattoo which completes itself once you meet your soulmate

  • you’ve always thought of yourself as a free spirit even when you were little
  • dreamed of going everywhere and having adventures 
  • you’d rather travel the world then live in one place 
  • and so with the incomplete mark of half a bird on your wrist 
  • it represented your desire to go where you wanted 
  • but it was incomplete 
  • even more than wanting to go on grand adventures 
  • you wanted someone to be there with you a
  • and have adventures with you 
  • your parents were supportive of you deciding to try to find your soulmate whoever they were 
  • but they knew the chances were slim 
  • so they let you take a break for a year from college 
  • o just travel the world exploring *
  • like you always wanted to
  • maybe on your travels, you’d meet someone 
  • and then your bird on your wrist might finally have a chance at soaring 
  • your first stop: England 
  • then France, Germany, Italy, Hong Kong, South Korea, Japan 
  • then home 
  • you knew you had to be very careful, the bird mark could complete itself once you met your soulmate but if you weren’t paying attention, they might be lost to the crowd 
  • you talked to many people in Europe, your multi-culture studies over the years paying off since you were such a polyglot 
  • so by the time you had set down in Seoul 
  • your hopes were down 
  • how ridiculous to think you could find your soulmate this easily 
  • might as well just enjoy the rest of your vacation without worrying about it 
  • and the number one priority no matter where you travel to
  • try all the food 
  • eat as much as possible 
  • so after buying some steaming fish cake on a stick 
  • you start strolling down the city street 
  • someone bumps into you and you drop your change 
  • “sorry" 
  • he says in Korean and bends down to pick up the change and hand it back to you with a small smile 
  • "it’s ok” you answer back a bit awkwardly in your basic Korean and return the smile 
  • he laughs gently and drops his board and starts pedaling away 
  • you look down at your watch to check the time when 
  • “wait." 
  • on your wrist is a completed mark of a soaring bird 
  • "WAIT!" 
  • you call louder trying to see if you can spot the guy on the skateboard amongst the crowd of people 
  • you start running 
  • maybe staying in shape should have been one of your goals, you think to yourself as you sprint 
  • this was not going to be literally "the one who got away" 
  • not because of you not running fast enough 
  • but then you see him 
  • he’s pedaling towards you as fast as he can on his board 
  • staring at disbelief at his wrist 
  • while people leap out of the way 
  • you both stop right in front of each other 
  • incredulous 
  • huge goofy grins on both your faces 
  • and without even saying anything 
  • he wraps his arms around your waist as he lifts you up into a hug 
  • whirling the both of you around much to a passerby’s staring 
  • and you both laugh amazed and incredibly happy 
  • and you both walk towards a near-by park to escape the crowds 
  • “my name’s Minghao." 
  • "I’m y/n." 
  • names are exchanged and you get to talk about stuff 
  • "I’ve never been on a skateboard before." 
  • "Really? Here let me show you! I love being on a board, I feel like I can go anywhere" 
  • you laugh that’s how you always wanted to feel 
  • he places both hands lightly on your waist as you stand on the skateboard all wobbly 
  • "Just try to keep your balance…” he says right as you feel yourself moving forward and slipping 
  • the board flies from under you rolling about ten feet away 
  • you however land 
  • in Minghao’s arms 
  • he laughs, his whole face lighting up 
  • both your faces inches away from the other's 
  • you laugh too and thank him as he helps you up 
  • “welp you fell for the first time, that’s progress. Necessary for the learning process. Should we go get something to eat?“ 
  • "I wanna buy a board first" 
  • you drag him into a skate shop near the park and buy yourself a similar board to Minghao's 
  • he bravely takes your hand when you’re walking out of the shop carrying your board 
  • one of his arms secured around his skateboard 
  • and his other hand in yours 
  • as he shows you some of his favorite places to skate and hang out and eat 
  • you learn that he’s in an idol group called seventeen 
  • "Wait you’re an idol?" 
  • "Yep" 
  • "So you sing and dance?" 
  • "And martial arts and skateboard yes" 
  • "Wow" 
  • "You’ve traveled the world though" 
  • "Sort of" 
  • you both laugh finding more things in common in your personalities 
  • Minghao was so sweet, cute, and good looking 
  • swooning, you couldn’t believe he was your soulmate 
  • multi-talented as he was, you felt boring in comparison 
  • "I’ve always wanted to see the world, since there’s so much to explore and so many possibilities. My stage name The8 means infinite possibilities. I think you’re incredible to have gone on adventures like that" 
  • you’re so surprised but happy to know he didn’t find you boring at all 
  • "Let’s go on adventures together in the future" 
  • “deal” you both smile at each other and round the final corner before reaching your goal 
  • a convenience store 
  • ramyeon is a must 
  • you both start to walk up to the store when the store doors open 
  • twelve guys walk out holding bags of snacks and munching happily 
  • “Oh no…” Minghao looks at them eyes widening 
  • “Who are they?" 
  • "My group members” he says right as they look up at you two 
  • “Isn’t that Minghao?" 
  • "Is that a girl with him?" 
  • “He’s gone for like two hours and gets himself a girl?" 
  • Minghao starts laughing and pulls your arm, putting down his board telling you to put your board down too
  • "Before they catch us hurry!" 
  • you hear the twelve boys start running after you and Minghao 
  • you drop your board 
  • "But I still don’t know how to ride!” \
  • “it’s ok you have me here nothing will happen to you” he smiles at you and takes your hand 
  • you both pedal on your boards away listening to his band mates throwing snacks at you both trying to get your attention 
  • “SHE’S MY SOULMATE” he yells back at them 
  • and then you’re both riding away 
  • side-by-side 
  • eventually you both come to a stop at a park 
  • sitting on the bench, hand in hand, you both stare up at the sky 
  • and maybe at each other 
  • “Can I get your number?” you say, after mustering up the courage 
  • and chuckles and you both exchange phones for a moment 
  • you notice his background is a picture of all his members holding a trophy 
  • “when was this?" 
  • "ah, that was when we won 1st place on a music show for the first time, i was very happy that day" 
  • your eyes scan each and every member, noticing some were a little puffy eyed 
  • but then your eyes settled on his face 
  • he showed the same exact bright smile as he had when he meet you 
  • it warmed your heart 
  • "so can I listen to a song?" 
  • and so you sat there, him explaining each and every song 
  • to the title songs, the performance team songs, to his own duet with his fellow Chinese member 
  • and then he let’s you listen to highlight, and you say to let you guess his parts 
  • when the song’s over you giggle
  • "i’m like a bird?" 
  • how fitting 
  • he laughs and wraps his arms around you happily, resting his head on your shoulder 
  • "we’ll fly”

Originally posted by indigyu

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

soulmate! Jun || soulmate! Vernon || soulmate! Vernon (part 2) || soulmate! Woozi || soulmate! Mingyu (carat version) || soulmate! Hoshi || soulmate! Jeonghan || soulmate! Seungcheol || soulmate! Joshua || soulmate! Joshua (part 2) || soulmate! Seungkwan || soulmate! Minghao || soulmate! Dino

katherinem1996  asked:

Hi :] I followed you recently, and I'm glad I did. I like your Bucky cuddle drabbles, and I think you're really talented. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe do a headcannon for dating pre-serum Steve? Thanks 💜

Thank you, love! You’re too sweet <3 I hope you like this. (I don’t think headcanons are supposed to be nearly 2k but oops my hands slipped. Thanks to @sarahwroteathing for being an angel and always helping me with everything.)

Dating pre-serum Steve

Originally posted by freakzter

It started off a little weird. Steve’s been your best friend since you met him. But he was laughing really hard at something you said–so hard he had tears in his eyes. Something bubbled up in you, and you leaned in real close and stole a quick kiss from his plush lips.

He stops immediately. Well, that’s new. He’s looking at you with those deep blue eyes, waiting for an answer…but you don’t have one. It was an impulse. Why had you done that?

Steve licks his bottom lip subconsciously and scoots close to you, going slowly so you have a chance to tell him if you don’t want this. But you suddenly realize you do–you want him with every fibre of your being. His kiss is hesitant, still waiting for you to push him away. After the initial shock of the situation, you kiss him back more surely.

He shows you off all the time.

On your first date, Steve takes you dancing because that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? That’s what Bucky does with all the dames he takes out. Despite all the practicing he and Bucky do before your date, Steve is so self conscious. He doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you. But, you see him fumbling as he shoots you shy, nervous smiles when he misses a step. Your heart swells with affection for him as you decide to pretend to be equally hopeless. You trip over his foot a couple times, go for a spin when there clearly wasn’t a call for one. Steve loosens up as you both make up outrageous dance moves for the ones that can’t be done.

Originally posted by sov-ja

Bucky gets wind of it and refuses to go on a double date with this trainwreck of a couple until you get some dance lessons.

Bucky insists to teach you both himself in the boys’ apartment. He’s moved the furniture around to accommodate a dancefloor. You’re a pretty decent dancer, truth be told; but you keep up appearances for Steve’s sake. That, and it’s actually a lot more fun to botch dance moves with Bucky than you would have initially thought. The teasing was well worth hearing your man laugh until he couldn’t breathe. Literally. Poor baby agitated his Asthma more while laughing with you and Bucky than anything else.

Steve will realize one day that he’s still talking to you like you’re just his best friend Y/N. He gets a bit self conscious about it, and is determined to treat you more like a lady. You’re his girl, after all, and you should be treated like a queen. He stutters ‘more appropriate’ compliments out, blushing as soon as he sees the questioning look on your face. When you ask him what’s going on, he tells you that he’s trying to treat you like a girlfriend. You giggle, kissing his cheek and making him blush again. “You don’t have to worry about that, Stevie. I fell for you because you were my friend.”

Steve compliments you all the time. His goal is to make you blush at least once a day. Some days, though, it gets to be too much and you have to kiss him just to shut him up.

Just because Steve is you boyfriend now, doesn’t mean you don’t still hang out like you did before. You, Steve, and Bucky still go down to the creek and skip rocks together. You all still go to the railroad and have adventures in your abandoned railway car. Just because you and Steve steal kisses when you think Bucky isn’t looking, doesn’t change that the three of you are still best friends.

His notebooks are full of sketches and doodles of you, of your individual features. There’s a lot of your eyes, of your smile…conveying every emotion between the nose scrunch you do when he compliments you, to the little frown that pulls at your lips when Bucky says something unsavory (it doesn’t happen often, Bucky’s usually a gentleman around you), to the dreamy look you get in your eyes when you see a mother pushing her baby in a stroller.

One day, Steve is so caught up in watching you as you watch kids play at the park. “I’m gonna marry you.” He blurts it out with such sincerity, he blushes deeply. You just smile at him coyly. A sweet laugh falls from your lips and it makes Steve tumble further into the void. You spend the rest of the day proposing to Steve in crazy ways while he laughs, “Shaddup, Dollface.”

When he gets sick during the winter after his mom passes, you refuse to leave his side. He tells you that you’re gonna get sick, too, if you keep hanging around him; but, you don’t care. You and Bucky get scared for a couple of days. You both think it could be a possibility that this is the illness that will finally claim Steve’s life. But the little runt always proves you both wrong.

Steve’s such a sap about it. “I only made it because you stayed with me. I guess I have to marry you, now. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” You’re so relieved that you’re crying and laughing so hard you have to bury your face in his chest. When you finally calm down, you place a delicate kiss on his forehead and smile fondly at him. “You’re darn right you do, you chucklehead.”

Steve’s gotten into less fights being with you. You’re so in sync with him that you know what makes his blood boil. His righteousness has bled into your being, and you can’t help but mouth off to any bully that you two come across. Even when they continue with their wrongdoing, you refuse to back down until they stalk off with their tail between their legs. Steve always goes a little starry eyed when this happens.

When the war breaks out, you know Steve will want to enlist and it makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. You always hope and pray that he’ll get denied, and you’ll thank whatever deity was listening when he comes back with a sullen look on his face and rejection paper in his hand. You tell him that they don’t know what they’re missing out on. He launches into a speech about how he should be out there defending what’s his. He has so much patriotism, it moves you. You only feel a little guilty for being selfish and wanting to keep him home, safe.

When Bucky gets drafted, it’s hard on all of you. Steve tries to enlist again, and he comes home with the biggest grin on his face. Your stomach drops when you see the stamp of approval on his forms, but you smile and hug him because you know this is what he wants. When he lets you go, he looks at you seriously. “I know you’re scared, but they’re giving me a chance. I want to go out there and defend my country..defend my girl.” He brushes your hair away from your face. “And–and, well…” He stutters and fumbles to get something out of his pocket. “I want to know that you’ll still be here when I get back.” He holds a ring between his fingers, your breath leaves you completely. “So, Y/N, will you marry–?”

You don’t give him the opportunity to finish, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips as he slips the ring onto your finger.

When you take him to the train station, he kisses you longingly, knocking the breath out of you. Steve tells you he’ll write as soon as he can. The train starts moving, he almost misses it because he doesn’t want to leave you. As soon as he hops on, he yells, “I love you!” The goofy grin on his face makes you smile through your tears and you stay rooted on the spot until long after the train has left your sight.

Weeks pass and you don’t hear anything from Steve. No letters. No calls. You’re worried. Who wouldn’t be? That is, until you see the propaganda films of Captain America. He looks dreamy. So strong, so sure, so..familiar?

You’re in the middle of a theater when you realize that Captain America is Steve. Your fiancee, Steven Grant Rogers, is Captain America. You nearly pass out from the shock. You immediately go out and buy every paper that has news about Captain America in it.

It’s about four days after that when you finally get a call from him. He sounds so happy, so relieved to hear your voice before you go crazy. You ask him all kinds of questions, hardly waiting for a response before launching into another set of questions. “Doll! Doll!” he calls through the phone when he can hear you’re about to hyperventilate. “I’m okay. Let me tell you what happened.”

And he does. He tells you everything that’s happened since he left five months ago: the experimental procedure, traveling the country to sell bonds, Bucky’s capture, the very unauthorized rescue mission. He tells you that he’s part of a specialized group called the Howling Commandos. You listen, absolutely enraptured until he tells you that he has to go. He tells you he’ll call again soon.

Steve calls you weekly while he’s in the army. His calls become the highlight of your week.

You still collect newspapers with Captain America and the Howling Commandos news.

It’s late September 1945 when Steve and Bucky finally come home. You see Bucky first and launch into his arms, kissing his cheek, telling him how happy you are that he’s home. A throat clears beside you, and your jaw drops at the sight of your fiancee. Yes, you’d seen him in propagandas and newspaper articles, but seeing this new Steve in the flesh was something you’d have to get used to.

His smile is the same, though, and it melts your insides. You release Bucky and slowly make your way over to Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly into your embrace. His face is buried in your neck, strong arms wrapping around you and lifting you from the ground. You’re both so ecstatic that you’re crying. You’re pressing kisses wherever you can reach while he tells you how much he’s missed you, how he’s ready to marry you, start a family with you.

You two wind up going to the courthouse that day with Bucky as your witness and marry your best friend.


Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You are Rebekah Mikaelson’s best friend and, ah, a mermaid. She brough you home in a gesture act. What she did not expect was that her brother, Klaus, would fall for you and, whilst doing so, he win your heart over.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, some violent descriptions (not that big of a deal), mentions of sex, fluff

Word Count: 4250 (i think i broke my record with this one)

Patiently waiting for Rebekah Mikaelson, who happened to be your best friend for quite some time now, at a bar, you thought of how much your life had changed in the past year. All because you were forced to abandon your mermaid nature after one reckless night you spend at a forbidden cave; sure, your mother had warned you what would happen if you went there during a full moon, but you always thought she was just being an overprotective mum. Ultimately, she was not, for the next morning you woke up entirely naked. Oh, and with freaking legs instead of your blueish tail as well.

A gentle chuckle left your lips when you remembered the stunned looks the humans gave you once you managed to get out of the cave. Nudity can get them incredibly nervous.

“I presume you’re waiting for my sister, love.” A masculine voice, soaked in a marvellous British accent, said. “May I keep you company?”

“Suit yourself, Niklaus.” Your reply was short, straight to the point. “But I warn you she’ll be mad if she finds you here.”

“I know how to deal with Rebekah.” He smirked, sitting on one of the chairs and facing you with those deep blue eyes. “You know that.”

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lost and found

summary: adrien and marinette get drunk together, adrien spills his guts, and marinette quickly realizes that the partner she lost two years ago after the defeat of hawkmoth is right in front of her. oh, boy. aged up AU.

genre: romance, humor, angst, crying children 

cross-posted: ao3


“Do you remember Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

Marinette felt her brow furrow in a knee-jerk reaction. She almost wanted to laugh. Did she remember Ladybug and Chat Noir? She had lived and breathed Ladybug and Chat Noir. They formed a core part of her soul. But it had been a long, long time since Paris had needed its heroes.

After the defeat of Hawkmoth, Chat Noir had disappeared. And after a few weeks of showing up on rooftop after empty rooftop waiting fruitlessly for her partner to come out from the shadows, Marinette had forced herself to retire Ladybug as well. After a tearful goodbye with Tikki, she’d handed the earrings back to Master Fu and assured him that if evil ever returned to Paris, she’d take them back in a heartbeat.

The depression that had ensued had been unfathomable in its depth. The eighteenth year of Marinette’s life was a black hole that she hardly remembered.

Subconsciously, Marinette raised a hand to one unadorned earlobe. It was only when she saw Adrien look at her curiously, cautiously, that she realized she hadn’t responded yet. “Uh—uh-huh,” she said, nodding.

“Well, what if…” Adrien’s eyes fell to his hands, which were folded in his lap, but he appeared to force himself to look back at her once more before continuing to speak. “Mari, what if I told you that I was Chat Noir?”

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The Girl

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw her. It was her, it was really and truly her. Almost a decade had gone by since he last laid eyes on her and she looked as beautiful as ever.

  She was Y/N. His Y/N.

  He swallowed hard. She was definitely going to see him, she was the only waitress on the clock by the looks of things. She would have to come over and take their order. What was he going to say to her after almost ten years of being gone? Would she understand that he left to protect her? Would she still hate him as much as he hated himself for leaving her behind? She was the best part of him. She made him happy. 

  “Welcome to Julia’s, what can I get for you- wait, Dean?” her voice cracked. He could hear her breathing hitch the second she laid eyes on him. He smiled softly. Her eyes were as bright as he remember. 

  “Hey, sweetheart,” he breathed out. “’s been awhile.”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “awhile indeed. What can I get for you and your friend?”

  “Coffee, and a bacon cheese burger for me and for my brother, Sam,” he paused.

  “I’ll take a coffee and your garden salad,” Sam stated, smiling awkwardly.  Dean knew he was wondering what was going on. 

  “Y/N, will you sit with us?” Dean asked kindly. 

  “I’ve gotta work, Dean.”

  “Take a break, join us.”

  “Okay, but only because it will wipe that goofy looking grin off your face, Winchester,” she giggled. “You look good, Dean.”

  “Not as good as you look, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, but not all of us age like fine wine,” she laughed.

  “Alright, that is my cue to get out of here. You two clearly have history and need some time to catch up so I will be back at the motel,” Sam stood up, shaking his head with the widest smile on his face. 

  “So Y/N, what time do you get off?” he asked nervously. 

  “I get off whenever you-”

  “Whoa, okay,” he laughed. “I mean work. I guess I’ve got a lot of explaining to do before I get you off.”

  “You haven’t changed a bit, Dean Winchester,” she smile genuinely. “I can meet you out back in fifteen.”

  “I’ll pull the impala around,” he stated.

  “Oh and Dean!” she called out. “I missed you!”

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[[request prompt: Could I request an April Fools themed request? You know how they sell those fake web shooters that Tom was messing around with? Could you do one where reader and Peter P. keep messing around with them all over his apartment?? Thank you XX]]

here’s a late April fools day request 。゚(TヮT)゚。

also, my writing can range to x-rated trash to pure comedic fluff like this, there is no in between tbh tbh

tags: on mobile, can’t do tags at the moment.

warnings: none

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**


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Little Sister//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Reader.


“No, Y/N. You can’t and won’t go out with Stiles.” Derek looked up at you from his spot on the couch.

“Why not?” You cross your arms, challenging your big brother.

“He’s weird. Too weird for you. Just…just no, okay?“

“Too weird for me? Yeah, that’s a good reason.” You turn on your heel as you roll your eyes.

“I mean it, Y/N!”

“Whatever!” You shout over your shoulder. You were going to see Stiles.

"Y/N!” He shouted as you pulled up beside him.

“Stiles!” You grin at the goofy smile on his face. You both jump out of your cars.

“How’d you manage to get away from Derek?”

“Easy. I just didn’t tell him where I was going.” You lean up against the front of his Jeep.

He laughs, “He doesn’t know you’re with me?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder.

You shake your head and lean into him. “Nope.”

“Secretive…I like it.”

You giggle. The two of you were meeting up in random, unsuspecting places. No one knew, not even Scott.

“It’s kind of chilly out here.” You shiver as Stiles pulls you closer.

"I told you we should’ve met at a restaurant.” He says as he begins to slide his flannel off of his shoulders. He wraps it around your shoulders.

“Thanks, babe.” You peck his lips and he smiles.

“It’s been awhile. I don’t even get to see you at school. A man needs to see his girlfriend, you know.”

“I know…Derek pulled me out so he could keep an eye on me. He says now that Cora’s gone he won’t lose a third sister.” You shrug.

“And he let you out of the house?” Stiles looks down at you.

“He’s distracted. Worried about Peter, I guess.” You shrug. Just then your phone rang.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me where you went.” Derek says the moment you answer.

“Oh, I’m on my way home.” You give Stiles an apologetic look. “I had to stop at the store, I needed…tampons. Yeah, I needed tampons.”

Stiles kisses you before you get in your car, mouthing a ‘be careful and I love you’.

“Oh, okay. Be careful on the way home.”

“I will.” You sigh. “Bye, Derek.”

You get home, remembering you still had Stiles’ flannel on. He’d definitely smell Stiles on you now. You begin to panic, quickly taking it off and throwing it in the backseat. You take a deep breath, dousing yourself in perfume you kept in the car for when you went to parties and drank. You walk inside and head straight for the shower.

The next morning you had an intense argument with Derek. “Stop bringing it up! I just don’t want you with Stiles, okay? I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

“Just because Dad’s gone doesn’t mean you have to act like him.” You give him a once over before grabbing your keys and storming out the door.

You drove to yours and Stiles’ spot, sending him the signal text. He was waiting on you when you got there. You were pissed and he could tell.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asks as you climb out of the car.

“Derek keeps saying he doesn’t want me with you. It’s just annoying. He acts like my dad did, like he can’t trust me.” You sigh.

He hugs you, trying to calm you down. “I’m sorry, princess. Come on let’s cuddle.”

“Where? We’re in the wilderness.” You look around you and he chuckles.

“Here.” He helps you up into the backseat of the Jeep, climbing in behind you. He lays down, stretching his legs out and you lay on top of him, your head on his chest. The cool air from air condition blows on you, giving you goosebumps as his hands rub up and down your arms.

“God, I love being with you.” He smiles as you snuggle into him.

“I wish we could be together more.”

“I know…maybe one day.”


The two of you ended up falling asleep. You were snapped out of your slumber by a knock on the window. Derek stood at the side of the Jeep, arms crossed.

“Stiles.” You swatted his arm, sitting up quickly.

He sat up, obviously alarmed. “What? What’s wrong?” He follows your eyes to your brother behind him, letting out a string of curse words under his breath.

“Time to face the wrath of Derek Hale.” You murmur as our climb out of the car.

“Are you serious? What was the point of even asking me if you were with him anyway? Are you two having sex? How long have you been with him?” He shouts one question after the other.

“Derek…calm down, please.” You plead, his anger somehow increasing when he sees Stiles behind you.

He starts forward when you step in front of him. “Derek, please. I’m happy. I am.”

He looks defeated, “You’re happy?”

You nod, a smile fighting its way onto your face as Stiles laces his fingers with yours. “Derek, I know you said no but, I love him. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

“You love him? How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year.” You mumble.

“A year? Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’d get pissed..”

He looks over at Stiles, “Do you love her?”

Stiles nods, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never loved anyone or anything like this before.”

You felt your heart flutter and you brought his hand to your lips and kissed it.

“I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me.”

“No one knows. Stiles and I didn’t tell anyone.”

“How’d you keep it secret for this long then?” Derek raises an eyebrow.

“It’s seems like when there’s a lot of supernatural occurrences…no one cares about two people dating.” You shrug.

He sighs, “Well, if you’re going to be together do it at the house. Meeting in the middle of the woods, really?” He looks around.

“I thought no one would find us.”

“I found you.”

“Clearly.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Look, just come back to the loft…I won’t bother you. You’ve got my seal of approval.” He smiles.

“Really?” You smile at your brother and he nods.

“All I want is for you to be happy.”

“Little Did I Know”


After a long *long* hiatus, I have finally recollected my inspiration and I am back in time to celebrate our favorite *Academy Award Winning* movie with my man Mr. Scamander!

AU: Hogwarts (bcuz I’m trash for a school AU)

Word Count: 1333 (sorry kiddos I had a lot to write)

Warnings: So sweet you might get diabetes (also contains a timeline jump)

Without fuuuuurther ado!

Originally posted by claracivry

You stuffed your potions paperwork back into your briefcase, brushing your bangs out of your eyes and recollecting your thoughts. There was no clock in the Hufflepuff common room, but you didn’t need one to know it was late. Much later than a third year like yourself should be staying up. Yet here you were. And you know what could make you feel a hell of a lot better now? That fluffy brown hair. Those freckles and that wide goofy grin. You could listen to that boy all day. You could…

No, you willed your thoughts to halt, and clapped your hands down on the desk.

“No…” you swiftly pulled out the next set of paperwork, banishing any thoughts that weren’t related to polyjuice potions and proper cauldron cleaning.

You would often get on Newt for forgetting to clean his cauldron. He, of course, would assure you there was nothing to be worried about.

And it would blow up in his face every time. Quite literally.

You smiled fondly.

“Sporting a grin I see, may I ask why?” you hear that all too familiar voice call.

“Newt” you yelp in surprise, the papers you were holding were suddenly airborne.

“That’s me. May I ask, what are you still doing awake?” his puppy dog eyes squinted in concern. “It’s well past midnight”

“Is it? Why I haven’t even finished studying! This is all your fault anyway, for keeping  me up with those fascinating drawings of yours” You giggled in an attempt to wipe the worry off his face, but somehow your hysteria seemed to frighten him even more.

What? It’s not like you were drun-

“(Y/N) we have a big potions test tomorrow, the time for cramming has come and past.”

“You see Mister Scamander, there will always be a time for cramming” His smile widened, causing your’s too as well. Damn, this boy’s charisma was infectious.

“While I find our debates quite amusing, I’m afraid your well being must come first. Now go to sleep” He began to bend over and pick the discarded potions papers off the floor, most of which were either blank or covered in red marks. He studied one of your papers closely, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. You couldn’t help but stare at how his eyes always maintained its light, even at God-knows-when at night.

“Why have you never asked me for help? (Y/N), we’re in this class together, how did I not know you were struggling?” Your attention was suddenly turned to the crisp paper in his hands, dread filling every crevice in your body.

“Oh my God I’m going to fail…” the realization dawned on you.

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to stay at Hogwarts ‘till I’m thirty” you gathered your hair in your fists, staring off into nowhere in particular. “Newt I’m going to throw myself off the Astronomy tower.”

He suddenly rushed over to you, sensing your panic, and wrapped his warm hands around your wrists, trying to whisper any words of comfort. But you refused to meet his gaze.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not going to fail. It’s only one exam, you’re going to be fine. We are going to graduate and travel the world together. You, me, and who knows what else?! Maybe we’ll find a Niffler, how cool would that be? (Y/N) Look at me” You smile fondly at your best friend’s words, and turned your head in his direction easily.

“Maybe tomorrow won’t go so brilliantly, but I promise you will get a perfect score on the next exam. We will study for hours, just you and me, how does that sound? All you need is rest. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes wander down to Newt’s hands, still entrapping your wrists in the gentlest of grips.

“You always know what to say, Newt”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, I would carry you to your bed but I’m afraid that involves trespassing to places with cooties.” You let out a soft ‘pffft’  and ruffle his curly hair, making his freckled cheeks blush in embarrassment.

“Alright alright, only if you get to sleep too. That reminds me…why were you up Mr. Scamander at such an ungodly hour?” He pauses.

“I was…thinking” he admits, tilting his head to the side like a dog.

“About what?”

“About things. The future, our future, really.” Your sleep deprived mind was suddenly picked with curiosity.

“Our future? Tell me Newt, what lies in our future?” There was that grin again, and he ducked his head to hide his teeth.

“All the places we would visit. I was thinking we could start with Japan. I heard Occamies are native to the land, but I doubt we’d be able to find any.”

“Nonsense” you replied, your mind in a bit of a haze.

“I bet we’ll find a whole family with your luck! I can’t wait.”

“Yes, all of that is waiting for us if you go to sleep and not fail third year potions.” He then leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, making your entire face heat up.

“You’re an asshole” you tease, attempting to swipe at him, but he was already up and out of the way.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” he called once again before disappearing up the staircase, leaving you with nothing but a dreamy feeling and a blush as red as a lobster.

You did end up lugging yourself to your bed half an hour later, instantly falling asleep as your head hit the pillow.

And you dreamed…

And you dreamed about Japan.

And you dreamed about Newt.

-Four Years Later-

“Newt! Come on we’re going to miss the train!” You called to your boyfriend as he scurried down the platform, his ridiculous blue coat and Hufflepuff scarf flapping in the wind.

“I’m coming! I’m coming don’t leave without me!” He finally caught up to you and the luggage, sweat visibly forming under his curly brown bangs.

You couldn’t help the smile widening across your face.

“And he crosses the finish line with two minutes to spare!” you exclaim, lifting his arm in the air in a display of victory.

“Stop that, people are looking” he blushed as he pulled his arm back down, looking around at the many pairs of eyes resting on the two of you.

“Oh that’s probably because of your ridiculous blue coat. I begged you not to buy that, you’re going to stick out of Japan like a sore thumb” you thumb the sleeve of his new woolen garb. He then proceeded to pout and rub his arm self consciously.

“I thought it looked dashing”

You reach for his shoulders and raise yourself onto your toes, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“Of course you look dashing, I was only teasing. Besides, you’ll match the Occamies”

He scoffed, averting his eyes from you to the newly arrived train, a blush forming around his freckles.

“I doubt we’ll find any.”

“Nonsense, I bet we’ll even find an entire family with your luck!” His eyes suddenly brightened with a sense of recognition.

“Well that sounds familiar. Didn’t you say that to me four years ago when you were cramming like mad for a portions test?” You nod, blushing like an idiot.

Oh, you remember that night.

“Yes, I recall you gave me a kiss that night and gushed about our future.”

“Something like that…” he trailed off, staring off into the distance like he was remembering something. Your placed your hand under his chin, tilting his face down to meet your gaze, and you smiled so wide your eyes crinkled at the sides.

“I remember you said we would go to Japan together. Little did you know ‘together’ meant more that you thought”

“Little did I know…” he repeated, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t describe with anything but love.

“Now come on love, we have a train to catch”

Domestic Bliss - Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Summary: Based on this post. Small vignettes of feelings of happiness wrapped in domesticity in the home of two people who love each other very much. 

Words: 2,189

Warnings: A couple swear words. 

A/N: I’ve finally accomplished every day of the Write-A-Thon! (No one mention how long it took, I hate myself too) I’m really excited for this because Day 7: #WriteForOak2k17 was my doing and there is always room to appreciate my sunshine boy. By the way, there are a couple songs mentioned in this one. I’ll link them in the text. Enjoy!

“I think I’m sort of drunk.”

“You’re not drunk, Oak.”

“No, really. I think I am.”

“Prove it.”

“I actually like this shitty music.”

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Oceans Between Us

This was inspired by a song that I heard today(song lyrics in italics).

My first McKirk fic thats not smut! Kinda backwards if you ask me, but here we go! Hope everyone enjoys.

3,146 word(s)

Mckirk - Leonard x Jim

No major warnings

 Leonard sat in his quarters, staring down at the bourbon in his glass as he swirled it slowly. He tossed back the small bit that was left before quickly refilling his tumbler again. It had been a long day in Medbay, complicated by Jim being in there for half it with yet another head injury.

I want you, yeah I want you

He didn’t know when it happened, he didn’t know how it happened. Somehow Jim Kirk had wormed his way into Leonard’s heart, and taken root, blossoming into something more. Leonard was becoming frustrated at how his body betrayed him around Jim. Yearning, longing for nothing more than to take Jim into his arms, but he couldn’t. Jim didn’t and wouldn’t feel the same way, he was more than sure.

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(Hi I literally started squealing in the middle of class when you replied but I’m the girl who asked if I could submit a lil’ Peter m imagine so here it is, I would love if you gave me some pointers bc I’m thinking of starting up an imagine blog soon. Hope you like it!:)) -Els xx

Stolen Records // Peter Maximoff

 Peter grunted in irritation as he ran a hand through his damp platinum hair and placed his goggles firmly on his head. Having a mutation that gets you anywhere in a matter of seconds sure did have it’s perks, but the downside was that Peter got absolutely soaked if it was raining on his weekly trip to his favourite place on Earth.

He sighed as he scanned the old fashioned record store that he had visited every Sunday night since he was 11 years old before sauntering over to the corner of the store where an old rusty sign hung on the wall read ‘rock and punk.’ If you had never visited the store before, you wouldn’t have been able to make out exactly what the battered sign read. but Peter knew this shop like the back of his hand and had been stealing old records from it for years.

He ran his fingers over the countless records lined upon shelves and in boxes as he scuffed his silver boots against the ugly brown flooring that only made the shop look more authentic, humming along to the pop song that was quietly playing in the background. He looked towards the cashier desk at the other end of the room to find it vacant. God, they were practically asking for him to steal from them.

Peter smiled as he came across a shelf labelled ‘Pink Floyd,’ picking up a record that looked unfamiliar to him and studying the front cover, admiring the artwork for a moment until he heard a loud crashing coming from a few isles away. Suddenly, a girl with y/h/c hair popped up from the metal and country isle, cursing loudly and running a hair through her hair.

It was like Peter was in a trance, he had never came across anyone quite as captivating as you and was immediately mesmerised the moment your eyes met his before you quickly looked away and began picking up the records that were scattered on the floor.

He smirked, tucking the record under his jacket and sped over to you. the lanky teenager leaned on one of the shelves and crossed his arms, taking in your appearance and biting the pink skin of his bottom lip. You weren’t even wearing anything particularly fancy, just a pair of baggy jeans with more rips than he could count and a black shirt tucked into them, the name of the store plastered on the front of it in bold letters.

‘You gonna help me out here or just stand there checking me out, silver boy?’ You looked up at him from your spot on the floor as you placed the dropped records in their correct shelves. Peter smirked at your nickname for him and kneeled on the floor next to you, picking up a few records and arranging them in alphabetical order before placing them on the shelves.

'I haven’t seen you around here before, you new? I’m Peter, Peter Maximoff.’ He smiled, extending his long pale arm, you shook his hand before turning back to the shelves. You were smaller up close, but no less beautiful, he thought.

'I’m an intern.’ You paused for a moment, 'You gonna pay for that, Mr. Maximoff?’ You asked, motioning to the record that was slightly peaking out from under his jacket, Peter  blushed for a moment before gaining his composure.  

'Of course.’

You stood up and brushed the dust from your jeans and sighed 'Well, Peter. I’m Y/n and you can leave now, I can handle this on my own, but thanks for the help. And put the record back unless you’re going to pay for it.’

The silver haired boy frowned, trying to think of a way that he could see you again. He didn’t think he could stand the thought of only being able to see you once a week when he zoomed in to get his records, He had only known you for a few solid minutes and he was already a goner.

'I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy the record. But on one condition.’ He said walking towards you,  he almost looked intimidating, his tall lean frame towering over you. Almost. 'Come on a date with me,’ he breathed out, it was almost as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

'What if I don’t want to come on a date with you? I could outrun you, you know.’

'Sweets, I really don’t think you could.’ He snickered, as if he knew something you didn’t, you screwed your face up at his cockiness.

You thought for a moment, debating whether to agree to Peter’s proposition, 'Ugh, fine! One date, but that’s it.’ You sighed, deciding that you didn’t want to get fired when you had only had this job for a few weeks, and besides, Peter wasn’t that bad looking, but you’d never admit that to him. He seemed like he had a big enough ego. You pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from your pocket and began scribbling down your number before handing it to him.

'Thanks, babe. I’ll see you soon’ He winked and pushed his hair back before throwing you a 10 dollar bill and a goofy grin, and just like that, he was gone.

Classified 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Cute Gestures

Group: Solo Artists
Member: DEAN
Genre: Fluff
You’re collaborating with DEAN and he seems to enjoy your company quite a bit.

Originally posted by streetrapshit

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A Good Little Girl: Flying High (Part 12)

The Winchesters. The only two people who know what you need. The only two people who can give it to you. The only two people you will ever belong to.

Prequel Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary of Flying High: After a hunt, a night in a motel gets very relaxed.

Word Count: 2700

Warning: smut, dom/sub dynamics, polyamory, smoking pot, use of recreational drugs during sex

A/N: Enjoy a polyamorous relationship with the boys (no Wincest). Let me know what you think!

“So what are we doing tonight?” Dean asked, letting his body fall heavily into the motel chair.

“We’re sleeping,” you groaned, stretching your arm out from your body and rubbing at the sore muscles there. “Aren’t you exhausted?”

“Sure. We could sleep. Or we could…” He held up a small, clear bag and shook it, dangled it for you to see, with a goofy smile on his face.

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anonymous asked:

exos reaction to you being the main vocal in your group and you suddenly getting a rap part and they hear you rap for the first time (you are their girlfriend. can you do all 12?) :)


This Mom He’d be so proud of you! (Not that he already wasn’t, your the main vocal of your group!) He’d be slightly surprised at first, but quickly get over it, and be glad you got the chance to show another one of you many hidden talents.


This singer would be confused at first. He thought you were just the main vocal, what about the designated rapper, why was she singing instead of rapping? It wouldn’t take him too long to get over it though, and he’d give you his signature heart smile as soon as you went to talk to him.


This could go two ways. He could either act like a toddler and be bragging to the guys like, “you see her? That’s my girlfriend.” Or he could be silently watching you with not so PG eyes as you take control of the stage. He’d hate the fact that you were on tour and it wouldn’t be weeks until he’d see you again. But either way, when you returned he’d show you how proud he was of your rapping~


He’d be grinning as soon as he realized what was happening. That was his girlfriend, rapping in front of her thousands of fans. I don’t think he would’ve expected it, but it would certainly be a pleasant surprise for him in the end. He’d also definitely love to hear it again.


He’d have an adorable grin on his face as he watched you in your newest video. He’d ignored the teasing from the others as he subconsciously leaned closer, you totally taking his attention away from the video itself. He’d be so proud (like all of them would, honestly) and wouldn’t hesitate to brag to his friends about his main vocalist and rapper girlfriend when the video ended.


Would be extremely surprised, seeing as you were usually just a vocal for your group. But don’t get me wrong, he’d love that you could rap because one, he was a rapper for EXO and that gave you two another thing in common. 2, Ohhhh you weren’t just the cute main vocalist that had the voice everyone adores. You’d shown him(and the world) a whole other side of you, and he really enjoyed it.


This normally extremely talkative boy would have been rendered to silence as him and the rest of EXO watch your groups comeback video. He’d be so absorbed, and surprised. He had absolutely no idea you could rap, he thought you were the main vocalist, but from the way you presented yourself, he was sure you were going to be the new lead rapper.


A small smile would be gracing his lips as he watched you radiant confidence. You’d always been the singer, the main vocalist. Now our group could also count on you to own the stage with your rhymes. He couldn’t be any happier for you, because it looked you you were having fun.


This egotistical shithead boy would be silent. He didn’t think you could perform like this, honestly. He thought you were just the groups cutesy girl with strong vocals. Apparently not though, because you were rapping like you’d been doing your whole life. Although he might not admit aloud, he was proud.


This babe would be ecstatic and it would show right away. A goofy grin is being sported as you rap our part form your groups new song for EXO(per his request, and how could you bet say no to him?). He’d pull you into his arms as soon as you finished mumbling about how great you were(and trying to ignore his friends teasing in the background.)


Let’s get to the point here. This boy is all about his image(no matter how clumsy and adorable he can be) and people seemed to think that your not so similar personalities balanced each other out. Not anymore though, now your spitting bars and ohhhhh boy, does Kris love it… And he most likely wouldn’t hesitate to show you just how much he really loves it.


This boy-I mean Man, would be stoic and manly on the outside. When in reality, we all know he’d be a ball of fluff and so happy for you when no one else was around. He’d quickly revert back to being “Manly” and congratulate you. Though he tried to hide it, you could hear the pride in his voice as he comments on your skills.

~Admin Lexi


Summary: Based loosely off song Stitches by Shawn Mendes. Listen HERE

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 3150

Warnings: Language, death, angst

A/N: I’ve wanted to do something based off this song for a long time. Thank you for reading, let me know what you think. Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by justaboutsupernatural

“Dude, what the hell?” Sam asks Dean as he comes into the motel room. Dean hasn’t moved from the table since this morning, there were five empty beer bottles beside the laptop and the empty bottle of Jack. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an abnormal thing these days.

“Nothin’ Sam.” Dean grunts, eyes bloodshot from the amount of alcohol he has consumed over the past few days. This wasn’t going well for him.

“Dean, if you just talk about it-”

There is nothing to talk about Sam!” Dean growls, voice raising at his brother. He was done, at least that’s what he told himself. He was done, but he couldn’t be, not with her.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request a drabble with numbers 102 & 115 + Jackson? If you don't wanna do both numbers, you can choose just one. Oh, and can it be a bit of fluff, funny and suggestive? Sorry if it's too much, and thank you! 😘

I tried my best in making it fluffy and suggestive, hope you enjoy it💚

drabble prompts: “I’m your present.” [ 102 ] + “And if we get caught?” [ 115 ]

present | jackson

“I’m coming I’m coming!” You shout out while frantically running towards the front door.

Whoever was outside didn’t stop ringing the doorbell repeatedly and it was starting to greatly irritate you.

“I said I’m coming!” You shouted once again.

Finally making it to the front door, you didn’t hesitant one bit and quickly opened the door.

“Surprise!!!” Jackson yelled out excitedly, a wide goofy grin upon his plump lips.

“Jackson?! Baby, what are you doing here?” You questioned, a smile already making it’s way onto your lips.

Jackson cleared his throat before bowing down to you, “I’m your present.”

A giggle escaped your lips, “What?”

He walked into your apartment and pressed a chaste kiss onto your pudgy cheek, “I know you’ve been feeling down lately… so I wanted to see you.”

You gave him a soft smile mixed with slight worry, “…And if we get caught?”

Jackson let out a sigh, “No no no, let’s not think about that okay?”

You shook your head and reached for his hand, “I love you so much, but you can’t just come over like this Jackson… it’s risky.”

He pressed his forehead against your own and gave you an eskimo kiss, “No one saw me, it’s okay, we’re okay.”

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble. If the boys found out you’re in a relati-”

He cut you off with a deep kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer. His lips felt so soft against your own that you couldn’t help but close your eyes and get lost in the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in even closer, wanting more and more of him every passing second. Jackson slightly pulled his lips away from yours, but soon began peppering your face with kisses, not being able to stop.

His kisses traveled to your cheeks to your forehead to your nose, nothing was escaping his needy hungry kisses. Jackson pressed one final kiss upon your lips before fully pulling away.

“Who cares if the boys find out? I know we all promised to not get into relationships right now, but… if they saw how in love I am with you… I’m sure they’d understand.” He explained brightly while lovingly looking into your eyes.

A warm smile creeped onto your lips and you quickly bit your bottom lip, “Well… okay you can stay, but under one condition.”

Jackson buried his face into your neck, “Anything baby.” He replied, his voice muffled.

“You have to stay the night.”

He immediately looked up at you, his brown eyes twinkling, “Deal!”

Don’t Look Down

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Dean, Sam, the Reader 
Warnings: light swearing, a ton of fluff 
Word Count: 1624
Summary: the Reader, Sam and Dean are working a case in Arizona. The Reader and Sam decide to take a vacation day (or night) and check out the Grand Canyon. 
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Doghouse - Tom Wilson

Author’s Note: Ayooooo this is my first time writing a hockey imagine and I hope y’all like it. This is before the Brobeans were split cry. Send me requests please! (This helps with NaNo lol oops sry not sry.)

You had been dating the lovely and idiotic Tom Wilson for ten months when he and his roommate, Michael Latta, casually pointed out that you spent more time at their apartment than your own. They helped you move in and the rest was history.

Fast forward two months later, everything was fine and dandy. Except it wasn’t. You felt like you were slowly losing Tom to hockey. He was never home when you were and every time he left for away games, your chest ached in loneliness. You had a job at a local gym and a few friends but you felt alone in this big city.

So, you decided to end that. One teary phone call later and Lauren Oshie was standing outside the door of Casa de Brobeans. The blonde was the nicest WAG you had met so far considering you’ve only been to two games before. It wasn’t that you hated hockey, no you loved the sport. It’s just the fact that you couldn’t bear to see Tom get the shit beat out of him live.

“Honey, I totally understand. I felt the exact same way when TJ and I first got together but there’s a perfect solution,” she pulled you into a tight hug.

“If you say make more friends, I will strangle you,” you let out a watery giggle and she burst into laughter.

“Nope. Wipe those tears and put on some shoes. We’re going somewhere.”

Two days later, when Michael and Tom returned home, they noticed something was up.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

“Y/N? Babe?” Tom called, dropping his bag at the front door. He immediately checked your shared bedroom and frowned. They always came home to you blasting music and cleaning, working out, or doing something around the house.

He called your phone only to hear it ring from the bedside table. His heart dropped in his stomach. You never left the house without your phone.

“Okay, calm down. Maybe she went for a run! Or to get groceries?” Mike suggested, but even he was feeling a bit nervous.

They sat on the couch and didn’t even turn the TV on. Michael sent a text to Andre who sent one to Nicky who in turn texted Alex who sent out a group message.

No sign of Y/N.

It started to get darker as rain started to hit the windows of their apartment and Tom was getting visibly tenser.

“Maybe she left me,” he said miserably, “I haven’t been home in days and maybe she found someone better.”

“Dude, why the fuck would she do that?”

“I love her. I’ve been too fucking chicken to say it but god I love her.”

“Why haven’t you told her, dumbass?”

“God, I don’t know,” he sighed, burying his head in his hands.

The sound of keys unlocking in the door made them jump up in time to see it swing open. You stepped in, soaking wet and breathless. Your cheeks were red, like you had been running and based on the outfit you were wearing, you were.

“Hey! Welcome home!” you smiled right as Tom pulled you into a bear hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you frowned, “You guys won every game.”

“Where were you? I was worried sick!”

“Oh! I was taking Cap for a run.”


Tom looked down to see a large chocolate lab staring up at him with pitiful brown eyes. He had a Capitals collar and leash on and a goofy grin, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

“You got a dog?”

“YOU GOT A DOG?!” Latts yelped, pushing Tom aside to pet the dog.

“Yeah. I was getting lonely around here so Lauren and I went and got Cap.”

A smile broke across his face and he shook his head in disbelief before pulling you in for a bruising kiss. You smiled against his lips, dropping Caps leash and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you,” he murmured, pulling back so he could look into y/e/c eye’s. You stood on the tip of your toes to kiss him again, “I love you too.”

“And I love you,” Michael sighed, petting Cap who started to lick his cheek.