Okay so here’s a thought: Tony is super touchy with Steve until they start dating.
I mean, in 616 we see how often Tony touches Steve. He always has an arm around his shoulder or something… well, at least when he’s not gazing at him like he’s made of the sun. But what if once they actually start dating, he stops doing that?
What if at first, he’s scared that if he acts like that, he’ll scare Steve away. Because now it’s real and tangible and he doesn’t want Steve to think he’s too clingy.
(Also, he doesn’t want to admit it but he’s also pretty sure he could get addicted to touching Steve. Not even just in a sexual way, he just loves the way Steve leans into his touch with a pleased hum every time Tony cups the back of his neck, or how a smile always tugs at the corners of his lips when Tony hooks one arm around his waist and leans into him. He could get addicted to touching Steve, and Steve wanting to be touched by him.)
But Steve would notice, and he’d compensate by touching him constantly. Whenever one of them leaves for work he cups his face in his hands and kisses him softly, caresses his cheeks with his thumbs for a moment before saying goodbye. He strokes Tony’s hair whenever they’re sitting together. Whenever they meet up in public he makes a point of putting his hands on his hips and kissing his cheek.
There may or may not be much ass grabbing involved as well.
Eventually, Tony gets used to it. Once he accepts that Steve isn’t going anywhere, that Steve really wants him as badly as he wants him, he’s back to touching him all the time.
Then of course they’re sickeningly sweet and adorable with each other and everyone wants to kill them, but they don’t care at all.
“That was last year. Ed threw him a birthday party. It was way too big for a four year old.” She giggled as they looked through the photo albums Taylor had as she loved to document everything.
“Is he obsessed with superheroes because he has superhero pajamas, a superhero themed party and not to mention his room.” He questioned, smiling. They had been talking about Richard for hours, although he missed out on his first five years, it made him incredibly happy to know everything about it.
“Kind of, yeah. Ever since he was like three. You do not want to look at my kitchen cabinet because there are plenty of superhero cups and plates and anything you can imagine really.” He laughed lightly, continuing to look through the album.
“What about this? What is it?” He pointed to a picture where Taylor had him in her arms, the smile on both of their faces was radiant.
“My brother took it on Christmas last year.” She smiled, remembering how happy everyone was on that day. She had given him an Iron Man suit and it still was his favorite thing. “We spent the holiday at my mom’s house and he woke me up at six am to tell me that Santa left presents.” She shook her head, remembering how tired she was after being awake until three so she could wrap the presents.
“Okay, I have to ask. His name, Richard…” she cut him off right away.
“Yep he’s named after you. Well your middle name at least. I wanted him to have something from you.” She grinned, looking down at her son’s pictures.
“He does have my genes.” He teased her and she slapped his shoulder playfully. “But thank you. That means a lot.” He said seriously. “I missed you.” He told her after there was a long pause. He said it before his brain could process it, it slipped out.
“I missed you too.” She looked at the clock that was behind him. “Crap, I have to pick up Ricky from my mom’s.” She remembered. “Want to come?” His eyes lit up instantly and he nodded making her smile before grabbing her phone and keys. Taylor’s apartment wasn’t far from her parents’ house so the ride was relatively quick. They made small talk during it. Taylor felt happy, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. When they arrived, Taylor rang the doorbell and her mother answered it. She was surprised to see Adam there too.
“Come on in, sweethearts.” She smiled, warmly, stepping aside for them to get in. The house was exactly like Adam remembered it. Just as welcoming.
“Does he know?” Andrea asked Taylor quietly and she smiled, nodding. She gave her daughter a quick hug before walking over to the living room. When Richard saw his mommy he immediately ran up to her.
“You’re back!” He laughed as she picked him up, placing him on her hip. “Adam! You’re here too.”
“I am, buddy.” He smiled at the kid, who didn’t know he was talking to his dad. “You doing okay? No more paint disasters?”
“No.” He giggled, shaking his head. “But grandma and I made cookies and the flour was going to fall on my head.” He told them and they laughed at him, noticing the seriousness in his voice.
“Did you have a good day, baby?” Taylor asked her son, kissing his head. He nodded his head. “Good. Now let’s go because we are going out for ice-cream like I promised.” She smiled.
“Yes! Can Adam come too?” Taylor looked at him.
“If that’s alright with you I’ll go.” He turned to Taylor and she nodded her head, before saying goodbye to her parents and heading out the door to the car. She strapped Richard’s seatbelt in his car seat and proceeded to drive to the ice cream place where they usually went to.
“Adam? Are you going to stay here for long?” Richard asked him when they were sitting on the booth eating their ice creams. Adam’s head turned to Taylor and she shrugged.
“I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” He answered simply. Richard then started to ramble about superheroes and how he wanted to go to the zoo. Adam loved every minute of it. This was the longest he had spent with Richard. He noticed how green his eyes were, how they looked like his. He had known he was a father for a few hours but he already loved that kid.
“Buddy, why don’t you tell Adam about what you’re doing next week for your birthday?” Taylor smiled at her son as his eyes immediately lit up. Taylor had told Adam everything about Richard, including telling him when his birthday was. She hoped he would be able to be there but this was still very new so she wasn’t sure.
“Mommy is taking me to Rhode Island so we can have a big party with aunt Karlie and Uncle Ed is coming too. Grandma and Grandpa are coming with us, even Leo is going to be there.” Leo was Taylor’s godson, Jaime’s son and he was Richard’s best friend. They saw each other all the time despite living in different places. The age difference was almost two years, the two little boys got along super well ever since Richard was born. “Mommy promised that we could have a big slide on the pool.” He added, excitedly.
“Yeah? That’s so cool, Ricky. Have you decided what you want for your birthday?” Adam asked him, smiling. The green eyed kid nodded enthusiastically.
“I wanted to have Captain America’s shield but then I saw this really cool Hulk mask and now I want that.” He told him while Adam nodded his head making it look like a serious conversation.
“But isn’t Cap’s shield a lot cooler?” Adam questioned making Richard think about it more.
“But I already have a Captain American action figure and I have nothing about Hulk.” He frowned. “I’m going to stick to my guns.”
“Where did that sentence come from, smarty pants?” Taylor poked his stomach making him giggle.
“I heard you say it on the phone and I asked grandma what it was and she said it was not changing your mind.” He told them proudly. “Wow, look at my smart little man, huh?” Taylor ruffled his hair while he started blushing. “Mom!” He whined when she kissed his cheek.
“You sound like a teenager.” She rolled her eyes. Adam was staying back smiling at them. He loved watching Taylor acting like this, like a mom. He had imagined it when they were together but nothing compared to it actually happening. The circumstances were different than what he had imagined but he still loved every minute of it. He hoped he could make up for the years he lost. That kid was something special and he may not know that he was his dad but he wanted to make sure he got everything he needed. He didn’t have any more time to waste and he wanted to appreciate every second of every moment.
Dan: You were currently in the fetal position on Dan bed holding your stomach. Your cramps were always the worst on the first day of your period. You normally didn’t cry, but today’s cramps seemed so much worse than anything you’ve ever experienced before. After what seemed like forever you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Hey babe,” Dan whispered soothingly, “I brought the heat pad. That always helps.” “Thanks Dan.” “Do you want some hot tea? Maybe some soup?” “I’m good,” you moaned. Dan patted your shoulder and walked out of the room only to return minutes later with a cup of tea. “I thought you might have been lying about not wanting tea,” he said while laying down next to you. You nuzzled your head into Dan’s chest. “You know me so well.
Phil: "Which kind do I get?” Phil asked through a phone. “Trust me when I tell you that it doesn’t matter at this point. Just buy something and get back here.” You snapped. “There are so many! It’s like picking a college.” “Phil.” You growled. “Okay, I got some,” he said. “They better be the right ones.”“They will be. Thanks Boo.” Phil returned five minutes later, handing you a bag consisting of tampons and chocolate. You really had a great boyfriend.
ok ok, so its not really a secret just embarrassing. once a few years ago when I was at my cousin's house the oldest was making cupcakes and he asked me if i wanted some, so i was like "yes i want cumcakes" and he gave me a funny look and i realized what i accidently said and immediately cried out falling outta the bed "I MEANT CUPCAKES CUPS" as he walked out of the room laughing. so since then if i ever see him and he's baking shit he'll be like "so do you want cuPcakes? CUPcakes" i hate him
frat boy!luke getting nervous talking to you at a party
Luke pushed his snapback a bit further back on his head, clearing his throat. “So, do you come here often?” He kicked himself internally.
You turned to him and quirked an eyebrow. The stuttering boy running his finger along the rim of his red solo cup was a far cry from the one you typically watched stumble into lecture 15 minutes late, his shades hiding his eyes. “No, not really.”
“I knew that.” He stared down at his shoes, unsure of what else to say. “So Ashton invited you?”
“Yeah,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips. “He said he had a friend he wanted to introduce me to.”
Luke felt his stomach dip, and he swallowed thickly, trying not to let it on. “Oh. Did he say who?”
You bit your lip as you watched him carefully avoid your eyes. “Yeah. The Hemmatron.”
Prompt: While Liam
and the reader are attending a house party, they run into their exs so they
decide to pretend to be dating… but will this unearth some feelings that run
deeper than just ‘best friends’?
*I don’t own the gif; credit goes to the wonderful owner/maker*
Note: I’ve never
been to a house party because I’m a loser with no life so I had to wing it lol
“Whose party is this again?”
I asked over the pounding music, attempting to nod my head along to the beat.
“I don’t know; some guy on the lacrosse team.” Liam
yelled back. “I’m really glad that you could make it though.”
“Isn’t that what people say when it’s their party?”
He shrugged and then gestured to my empty cup. “Do you
want some more?”
“What?” I leaned closer, cupping my ear. Someone
violently twerking bumped into me, and I stumbled slightly. Man, parties were
so not my scene- especially ones with
upperclassmen that drank and shoved glow sticks in inappropriate places.
Liam tried again, “Do you want some more?”
I shook my head. “I still can’t hear you.”
Sighing, Liam took my elbow and led me into the kitchen.
“I asked if you wanted some more. Like, to drink.”
Quickly, I smiled and pat his arm. “No thank you. I don’t
believe in underage drinking. And besides that, if my parents found out, they
would kill me.”
“I didn’t mean a drink
drink. I meant like a drink.”
Laughing, I nodded. “Sure, because that made sense.”
Liam’s face dropped. I started to ask him what was wrong-
I mean, my best friend was perfectly happy a second ago, so something had to be
wrong- when a nasally voice behind us cried out, “Li!”
My jaw clenched. I would recognize that voice anywhere. Maddie
was a cheerleader for Devenford Prep, and she had broken Liam’s heart a few
I immediately looked in Liam’s eyes, taking his hand in
mine and giving it a light squeeze. “Hey, hey look at me.” I whispered when I
saw his nostrils flare. Maddie was coming over here; I could hear the clicking
of her heels on the tile. “Are you good?” I raised my eyebrows.
He nodded slowly. I wasn’t sure if he was telling me the
truth entirely; his cheeks and the tops of his ears were a bright pink.
“Li, it’s so good to see you! Aw, and you’re still
friends with Y/N.” She cooed, coming between us to put a hand on both of our
shoulders. “That’s so cute.” She said in a baby voice, pouting her lips
“Babe, give them some space.” Jack suddenly appeared, arm
sliding around Maddie’s waist.
My back went rigid. Liam rubbed his thumb across the back
of my hand soothingly, attempting to alleviate the wave of emotions engulfing
me at the sight of my ex-boyfriend as of two months ago.
Jack looked me over briefly. “Wow, Y/N, you look great.”
I glanced down at my jean shorts and loose football jersey before slowing
looking back up at him. Was he feeling okay? I had literally thrown this on in about
“Yeah, I think so too.” Liam said, and then suddenly arms
were around my waist and my back was pressed firmly to his chest. My eyes went
wide when he placed a warm kiss to my cheek, making my heart speed up. What the
hell was going on?
“You two are dating!” Maddie squealed. “How nice!”
Liam nodded, resting his head on my shoulder. “Yeah, it
is very nice. She’s perfect. I love her so much.” He cuddled me closer, humming
under his breath happily.
“That’s so nice.” Maddie looked like she didn’t think it
was very nice at all.
“Oh, I love this song!” Jack exclaimed suddenly as Hot Mess by Cobra Starship began to
shake the house. “Come on, let’s all go dance!”
“Tell you what,” I said as I gained my voice back. “Why
don’t we meet you guys out there? Liam and I came in here to get a refill on
our drinks; we don’t want to hold you up.” I forced a smile on my face as they
agreed and left the kitchen.
That’s when I whirled on Liam. “What the hell was that,
His hands in went up as if in surrender. “I’m sorry; I
just didn’t like him flirting with you.”
“Why?” I snapped.
“Maybe because he completely ruined you and it took me
forever to piece you back together.” He retaliated. Oh. Damn. I bit my lip and
studied my shoes. Liam sighed and roughly ran his hand through his hair. “Look,
“No,” I cut him off. “Don’t. I know where you’re coming
“Really? Or are you just saying that because you’re
assured him. Then I held out my arm. “Pretend to be my boyfriend for the
“What are we trying to
accomplish again?” Liam whispered in my ear as we pushed past several bodies.
“Like, are we trying to make them jealous, or are we trying to show that we’ve
moved on, or…?”
“I say we make the bastards jealous,” I remarked as I
dodged a random elbow. “What do you think?”
Liam grinned. “I think a little bit of both is in order.
I don’t know about you, but looking at that-” He jerked his head to my left;
Maddie and Jack were grinding on each other in a dark corner. “Well, let’s just
say that I don’t miss her at all.”
“That’s good.” I encouraged. “You deserve so much better
“Well what about you?” Liam asked. “Do you miss Jack at
“No,” I didn’t even have to think. “I don’t miss him. I
just miss having somebody.”
“You have me.” He pointed out.
I grinned. “Very true.”
“They’ve come up for air.”
Liam mumbled in my ear. “Crap, they’re looking now. What do I do?”
“Put your arm around me and laugh.” I instructed, easing
a smile onto my face. Liam did as I said, letting out an incredibly loud,
obviously fake laugh. But it got the job done. Maddie and Jack were walking
over to us with tight smiles.
“Finally out of the kitchen I see. Do you guys want to
dance? Maybe one for old times’ sake?” Maddie fluttered her long eyelashes at
Liam shook his head. “I’m not really that good of a
dan-CER.” His voice cracked when I casually slid my hand into his back pocket
and pinched his ass. He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah, we should definitely
dance. Y/N, you wanna dance with me?”
“That’s not what I meant-” I interrupted Maddie with a
smile, “I thought you’d never ask, babe.” With that, I removed my hand and
laced my fingers with his, leading him into the crowd.
As soon as I stopped, Liam flicked my shoulder. “Why’d
you pinch my butt?”
“Because if I didn’t, we’d still be stuck talking to
them.” I told him as I bounced to the beat. “Now come on. Get all up on me. Don’t
Liam looked more than shy when he placed a hesitant hand
on my waist. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his wrists and yanked, pulling him
flush against my body. He gasped softly as I rolled my body against his,
closing my eyes and tossing my hair back with my hands in the air. “Whoa,” he
“C’mon, goober, we gotta sell this.” I teased. The
corners of his lips turned up at the sides as he said, “Is that a challenge?”
“You bet it is, baby.”
The cops ended up coming by
the house on a noise complaint and the music had to be turned down. This caused
many people to step off the make-shift dance floor; Liam and I were among them.
We had gone out in the backyard to sit on the edge of the cement porch. It was
quieter out here. None of the party-goers had stumbled out either. It was nice.
“Do you think we lost them?” I referred to Maddie and Jack.
The tips of Liam’s ears went pink. “They went upstairs
like twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh.” I giggled. “Hey, good for them, right?” When he
just glared into the grass, I frowned. “Hey, are you alright? You said that you
didn’t have any more feelings for her. Were you really telling me the truth?”
“Yeah,” Liam’s brow furrowed. “Of course. I wouldn’t lie
Raising an eyebrow, I nudged his shoulder with my own. “I
don’t know whether to believe you or not.”
He sighed. “Believe me, I definitely don’t have feelings
for her.” Seeing my suddenly eager expression,
he groaned and covered his face with his hand.
“So if you don’t have feelings for her… who do you have feelings for? What’s her
name? Do I know her? What does she look like? Does she go to our school? Is she
nice? Do you think we’ll get along? How long have you liked her? Have you-”
“It’s you! Alright? It’s you!” Liam’s frustrated yell
pierced the slowly darkening yard. He was breathing hard, like he had just ran
a marathon. My mouth closed instantly, shocked from his sudden outburst. His eyes
glittered in the dim porch light like gold. “It’s you.” He whispered again as
he looked me up and down, trying to find any hint of a reaction.
“Look, I know that I’m your best friend, but these past
few weeks… I just can’t… I want more than that. I want you. And I get it if you
don’t feel the same way. I mean, I’m just this dorky werewolf that can’t
control his temper. You’re this goddess who has a beautiful smile and a kind
heart. And when Jack was flirting with you- how he had the nerve to even look at
you after what he put you through- I hated it. I hated every second of it. So
yeah, I got protective and crossed the line, maybe. But then you ended up going
along with it and… just… God, the way you were dancing… and how you would look
at me and touch me… I realized that I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t just
sit by while you get more beautiful every damn day and maybe fall in love again
only for the guy to be a total douche that breaks your heart when I would
Alright, maybe what I did was cliché. Maybe it was
stupid. But in that moment my heart was pounding so hard and he was rambling
and I didn’t know what else to do. It had worked in movies, so why not? I
grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward, planting my lips
on his firmly. Liam inhaled sharply. Then he lurched into action. One of his
hands knotted in my hair while the other glided over my lower back.
Suddenly I was pitched into his lap. Liam’s hands came to
rest on my hips, anchoring me down. His lips were forceful on mine, like he
couldn’t get enough. My fingers tangled in his hair. All I wanted was him
closer to me.
The back door banged open behind us. We jumped and
quickly pulled apart. I squinted as I panted, trying to recognize the towering
figures. Lanky stature with a loose long sleeved shirt accompanied by a
bulkier, slightly shorter companion.
Oh. I knew who that was.
“We were about to leave.” Scott stated awkwardly,
standing behind Stiles, whose hand still clutched the doorknob. “Then I
remembered that we’re your ride.”
“Right. Thanks for not leaving us here. That would’ve
sucked.” I laughed uneasily, running my fingers through my hair in an attempt
to tame it.
“Yeah, it would’ve really sucked if we left you two alone
any longer.” Stiles remarked. Liam blushed as he got to his feet and offered me
a hand up. Gratefully, I took it. I didn’t know if I could stand after all that
We all stood there for a few uncomfortable minutes,
avoiding looking at each other. Then Stiles clapped his hands together. “Well,
it’s been fun. It’s getting late. You guys have a bed time. Let’s go.”
Scott pat him on the back, “Yep. Sounds good.” The two
goofballs trudged inside, letting the door close behind them. I guess that they
were expecting us to follow.
“Listen,” I said suddenly. My voice sounded too loud in
my ears. “Obviously I feel the same way about you, so would you be okay if we
just skipped over this awkwardness and started dating?”
( Y/M/N = your mothers name / Y/F/N = your fathers name)
“So, what do your friends think of us going official?” You asked nervously.
You and Luke were sat in the cafe, where you had shared your first conversation. The rain outside was crashing against the window, making it the sound of white noise. Wrapping your hand around the cup, you let the heat from the tea radiate into your bones.
“Who cares? It’s got nothing to do with them.” He smirked.
Meeting his gaze, your smile began to falter. You didn’t want to take Luke away from his friends, but you didn’t want to lose him either. The past few weeks had gone by so fast, you and Luke had been going out on little dates. Nothing too big, but you couldn’t help but think that he didn’t want you around his friends.
Luke placed his hand on yours, reassuring you that everything will be okay. His thumb gently grazed yours, causing your hand to twitch slightly under his touch.
“Like I said, Y/n. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”
Taking a sip of his drink, he released his hand from yours.
“So, what do you parents think?”
Snapping out of your daydream, your eyes shot up to meet Luke’s. You had forgotten about that. The past few days at home had been in silence, your mother seems to disagree with the whole relationship. She’s pretty much waiting for it to all crash and burn.
“Oh.. Yeah. They’re okay, I think.” You stuttered.
“You think?” He asked quite nervously, now.
The corner of your mouth twitched, you hand’t really had time to talk to them about it. Anytime you’d bring Luke up, they’d either change the subject or just dismiss it all together.
“You know how they are, Luke.” Looking down into the cup, you bit your lip. “They’re just protective.”
“How abut I meet them, then?”
Eyes shooting up, you looked him dead in the eyes as though he had just dropped a huge bomb. He wanted to meet your parents… This was a pretty big deal.
“You’re..You’re serious?” You stumbled.
Nodding, he grabbed your hand. A soft smile twitching on his lips.
“Yeah. I want to meet them. I can charm them.” He winked.
Exhaling deeply, you smiled at him. Perhaps this could work?
“Okay. You can meet them. I’ll speak to them later” You smiled.
“Great! Wait… Does that mean I have to wear like a suit or something?”
“I’d say more along the lines of a nice shirt and trousers.. It’s not a funeral” You laughed.
“We’ll see about that.”
Placing a kiss on your forehead, the coldness of his lip ring shot shivers down your spine.
“You should wear your hair up more often, you look pretty hot today” He winked.
Gazing out of the window, your mind began to wander to what your parents would say to you bringing Luke around. So many scenarios popped into your head, not one ending well. But nothing was going to stop you from showing them that Luke is a decent guy, and he that he treats you with nothing but respect.
Back at yours, you heard your parents talking in the kitchen. Actually talking was an understatement. They seemed to be having more of a heated discussion. Yours and Luke’s names were being brought up a few times.
Leaning against the banister on the stairs, you tried to listen in to what was being said.
“No! No. i do not like that boy, Y/D/N. He’s trouble.”
“You don’t even know him. Y/n likes him. Shouldn’t that be good enough?”
“Her happiness is all I care about. How could you ask something like that? I just don’t want to see our little girl get hurt. Why can’t you understand that?”
Taking a step closer to the door, you peered through the slight gap. Your mother was stood up near the sink as your father was sat at the table, head in his hands.
“I do understand. But you need to understand that she isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s old enough to make her own decisions. If she wants to date guys, then let her. And if all fails, she will come back to us. We raised her, Y/M/N. We raised her right.”
Biting your nails, you leaned against the door frame. All this time your father had been trying to get your mother on Luke’s side, yet she was having none of it. Clearly there is some unresolved issues there.
“I might not know Luke, but I know guys like him. They charm you and then break your heart.”
“Give him a chance, Y/MN.”
Silence echoed through the house as your parents heated discussion had come to an end. You were hoping this would be the end of the issues. But, only time will tell.
Gently pushing the door open, you stepped in; meeting your mothers stare as she watched you slowly creep into the kitchen. Your father smiled as you took a seat across from him.
“Hey, princess.” He smiled.
“I heard what you guys were saying… About Luke.”
Your mother turned her head to look back out of the window. Although you couldn’t see, you just knew she was rolling her eyes at his name.
“He wants to meet you..” You muttered.
Snapping her head back round, she glared at you. Faking the smile on her face as though she was trying so hard to make it look like she cared about your happiness.
“Oh?” She smiled at your father.
“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you Y/M/N”
Pursing her lips, she nodded. Obviously not trusting the sound of her own voice.
“Good. I’ll let him know.” You smiled.
Running up to your room, you searched around for your phone. Hopefully Luke hadn’t backed out of meeting your parents. Especially as it was his idea.
Luke picked up the phone after about 3 rings.
“Hey.” He mumbled.
“Guess what!” You shouted.
“My parents have agreed for you to meet them.”
“Really? How did you persuade them to let the devil in their home?” He laughed
“I didn’t… Sorta. My dad did! Him and my mother were talking about you when I got home. My dad seems to be on your side.”
“Oooh, So daddy bear is a fan. Now it’s just your mum. Can’t wait to meet them, babe.”
Smiling, you lay back onto your bed. Feet up against the wall.
“Good. I can’t wait for them to meet the real you.” You smiled.
“Mhm.” He mumbled.
“You okay?” Asking nervously.
“Yeah, yeah. Just tired. I was out with the boys earlier.”
“Oh! You should get some sleep then, text me later?”
“Sure, baby. Speak later.”
Hanging up, you put your phone down next to you. Feeling a little unsure about this whole thing. Luke wanted this, yet he seemed to be a little uncertain from the tone of his voice. He’s just tired, right?
The next day, you were walking to school, earphones in, blasting out music. Ignoring the thoughts of tonight's dinner with Luke and your parents. You hadn’t spoken to Luke since last night on the phone, so generally you would start to worry that he had changed his mind about the whole thing.
Pushing the thoughts aside, you walked down the street towards school, Calum and Ashton were just at the bottom of the street, leaning against a fence talking to a group of girls. You debated whether to cross over to avoid them, but decided to just keep walking. You were apart of Luke’s life too now, so there was no more hiding and definitely no more avoiding people.
As you got closer, Calum looked up and met his gaze with yours. He tapped Ashton on the shoulder, nodding towards your direction which then made Ashton look up to you. A smile on his face, reassured you slightly.
“Hey, Luke’s dirty little secret.” He called.
Pursing your lips, you took an earphone out of one ear. Calum turned back to the girls, passing them a phone before they walked away.
“What’s up, tutor girl?” He laughed.
“Have you seen Luke?” You mumbled.
Both shaking their heads, you bit your lip as you played with the earphone in your hand.
Walking past them, you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. Turning you around on your heel.
“Heyyy. Walk with us?” Ashton smiled.
Ashton on one side, Calum on the other. You all walked to school. They would occasionally bring up Luke in the conversation, but it would always sway back towards girls in school.
“You always seemed so quiet.” Calum mentioned.
Looking at him, you were confused. What did he mean by ‘seemed’. You still were quiet around them.
He looked down at you, flashing his famous smile.
“Now we know what you’re really like.”
Furrowing your brows slightly, you wondered what he could be going on about.
“What am I really like?”
Laughing, he nudged your shoulder.
“Oh come on. You know what I mean.”
“No?” You questioned.
Shaking his head, he stopped in front of you. Ashton glared at him, as though he was trying to warn him from doing anything stupid.
“Luke told us about your little night together. Who would have ever guessed that tutor girl was actually naughty girl.”
“Calum.” Ashton frowned.
“What? It’s a compliment.”
Looking down to the ground, you frowned.
Pushing past him, you walked to school in silence. Getting lost in thought about Luke. You were actually starting to consider your mothers reasons for not trusting Luke.
As you reached school, you met up with Luke who was waiting for you outside of the gates. Glaring at him, you completely ignored him and walked into the school grounds.
“Hey! What’s up?” He called after you, slightly jogging behind you.
Stopping in your tracks, you turned to face him.
“You told your friends about us sleeping together?”
Mouth gaped, he just stared at you. Holding back whatever excuse he had to say.
“Typical. Nothing to say. Luke, what is it with you? One minute we’re completely fine, the next I want to punch you.”
“Little feisty, don’t you think?” He laughed.
“You think this is funny? You told your friends about us! I’m pretty much a laughing stock to them,”
“What? No, you’re not. They actually seem to find you quite hot now. I have to pretty much fight them off you.”
“That’s not the point.” You rolled your eyes.
Stepping closer to you, he pulled your hands into his, pulling you closer into him. You could smell his cologne, as it filled your nose. Biting your lip, you looked up to a smirking Luke. His hands wrapped around your waist, sending shivers down your spine.
You looked around to see who was looking, but Luke soon after pulled your chin up to look at him. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips onto yours. His fingers intertwining with yours. Moving in sync together, your eyes fluttered shut and you let your lips do the work.
His hand slowly crept down to your thigh, grasping just under your bum; he gave it a gentle squeeze causing you to push back.
Smirking, he moved his hand away.
“What? I’m just showing everyone who your ass belongs too.”
“I’ve completely forgot what I was talking about…” You looked away.
“I have that affect on people, babe.” He smirked once more.
Smacking his arm, you laughed and leaned your head onto his chest.
“You still on for dinner tonight?” You mumbled, unsure of his answer.
“Yeah, of course. I’m so gonna impress your parents. You just watch.”
Looking up to him, you felt his hand graze yours. His fingers intertwining with yours once more.
“I hope so….” You whispered.
Hiiiiiiiii! So, I’m sorry it’s a little short! I keep trying to make these longer, but I don’t want you getting bored. :(
Basically, this is going to lead up to Luke meeting your parents, and then a lot of crazy stuff will happen. But I’m not going to give anything away of what’s to come!
Let me know what you think.
Oh btw, I do take requests! So feel free to leave me anything you want!
So, I was thinking, if Mickey wins this round he’ll almost definitely be going up against Jamie Fraser who is doing frighteningly well. And honestly Mickey’s odds aren’t good competing against him. So if you wanted to vote for Emma Swan for the sake of easier competition that might not be a bad idea!
Note: I literally know nothing about other countries histories or whatever, but Ireland is beautiful and I wanted to use it, and any other country, idk, they were just close to each other so I picked it!! I basically pictured Collin O’Donahue for Alistair (he is so damn fine)
Messi played really well, maybe he could’t repeat that great performance in the final but there were 11 other players on the rival team that wanted the same thing as him and they were fighting to achieve the same goal. Then they got to the penalties… still, the best chances were for Argentina, what do I know?
To play with your feet, against other people, against their mouths, it’s a lost war. Whoever has played football, at least 5 minutes, can’t say anything bad against Lionel.
I imagine he’s feeling down because he couldn’t get his fourth trophy in the year! (laughs). Everybody wants to win a football game, whether it’s on the pitch of your neighborhood or in the World Cup final.
This whole thing of asking too much from him is weird. Nobody has the right to demand anything. You can do that with yourself or maybe with a brother or a son….
I hope he stays and continues playing for Argentina. I want the chance to see him play here instead of just watching him on tv, that would be wonderful! But one can’t really demand anything [the way Argentine people have done after Copa America].
Summary: Dan and Phil have been broken up since early 2012. They promised each-other mid-2013 they would rekindle whatever they had.
TW: Swearing, LOADS OF EMOTIONS,
Word count: 796 (short fics are LiFe)
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Getting back together, Breakup
A/N: One of my favorite fics tbh. Note that phan in this fic outed in 2011 and outed their breakup also. I promise it’s like FL U F F at the end. Also, this fic starts at the start of their breakup and has a time jump!!
“PHIL I-I-I JUST CANT DO THIS ANYMORE!” Dan screamed, tears pouring out of his bloodshot eyes. He was holding a cup of water and he almost dropped it under the shaking of his hand.
“WELL DAN, NEITHER CAN I! I NEEDED THIS TO WORK. DAN I LOVE YOU BUT-BUT-but is this really what we want?” Phil shouted back, the sudden realization becoming apparent on his face.
“Phil, this is what we want. We just- we don’t want it now.” Dan now being struck with the reality.
Both of them broke down sobbing, learning maybe this just wont work. The fans are growing bigger and bigger- meaning more homophobes who haven’t watched the coming out video. That means hate, and stress, and anger.
“We- we’ll make it work Phil.” Dan said, setting his cup of water down. “I know we will Dan, it’s certain.”, Phil said, positive this will work out one day. “I’ll make you a deal, once we figure out our problems, we can take a break until mid-2013. Something to hold onto, yea?” Dan said, clinging onto the last string of hope.
“You know what Dan, it would. That would work so well, actually. Something for me and the fans to hold onto.” Phil said, managing to crack a smile through the tears.
The “We broke up…” video was posted 2 days after.
June 15th, 2013
Phil woke up to the smell of pancakes, tea, and cinnamon. He and Dan figured out their problems and had been on good terms as ex-lovers/best-friends. Phil still remembered the promise Dan made him- and he hung onto it like a shy child clinging onto their mother.
Little did Phil know, Dan never forgot about that either. And that’s what today is all about. He planned to make breakfast, lead Phil on saying he’s going to see a movie in the theaters with PJ, and that Phil should come with, and ask him out again when they detour to a fancy restaurant.
“Daniel James Howell, what in the world is this?” Phil said, smiling like a dork when he walked into the kitchen with his black-rimmed glasses and pajama pants. Dan couldn’t help but find Phil scarily attractive when he was all sleepy. “Well Mr. Lester, today is a veryspecial day, and I plan to make it worth the wait.” Dan responded, now also grinning like a dork.
“What’s today thou-” Phil stopped mid sentence when a huge plate of pancakes was placed in front of him. “I guess that question will remained unanswered” He said again, chowing down on the pancakes.
An hour passed, Dan and Phil finished their morning routines and enjoyed spending a few minutes drinking tea and talking with each other.
“Phil, PJ and I originally had plans to head to the theaters, I want you to tag along, yea?” Dan asked Phil, washing the last of the tea cups. “Yea, I’d love to!” Phil responded cheerfully. Dan knew today was off to a good start, and he couldn’t wait.
A few hours passed and it was nearing 5:30pm. The dinner reservation was at 6:00, so Dan practically dragged Phil out of the house and into PJ’s car parked outside.
“So, you guys never told me, what movie are we seeing?” Phil asked. “I heard it’s really good, really sweet also. Apparently it’s a ‘surprise to all’” Dan responded. “Dan he wants to know the name” PJ said “Oh shush it Peej” Dan responded.
They pulled near the restaurant and PJ parked right outside, motioning for Dan and Phil to exit the car. “Wait, this isn’t the theaters?” Phil said, obviously clueless. “That’s the point.” Dan said, grabbing Phil’s hand and dragging him inside the restaurant.
“Daniel what is this?” Phil questioned again. Dan ignored Phil and said his name to the waitress, and she sat them down at a candle-lit table out-looking the busy streets and bright lights.
“You deserve an answer, don’t you?” Dan said, admiring Phil’s ocean-blue eyes. “Yes, I do!” Phil said, fighting back a smile but failing. “Well Phil, about a year and a half ago, we broke up, and I made a promise that we would make it work. We made a deal that mid-2013 we would rekindle what we once had. This is my way of asking you-” Dan started, Phil’s eyes were watering. “Would you like to be mine again? Because I surely would. You play an amazing part of my life, and being able to hold you again would make it 100% better. ”Dan said, almost bursting with emotions.
“Oh my god Dan, yes, yes I would. I can’t believe you remembered!” Phil said, now crying tears of joy.
A/N: This is my first imagine so I’m sorry if it isn’t very good. Also , I’m sorry for any grammar errors.
You are Derek’s girlfriend and he is mad because you put yourself in danger
You sat on the couch at Derek’s loft drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Derek stood near you with his head in his palms.
“Why did you do that” He finally asked
“I just wanted to help you guys” you said
“By threatening Kali?! Telling her that if she doesn’t leave us alone she will regret it? You threatened an alpha! "He yelled
"I’m sorry” you whispered.
“You’re sorry”, he laughed. “That’s all what you say? That you are sorry?”
“ I’m really sorry” you said.
“Do you know what I felt when the twins came to me and said that the alpha pack wants to kill you?” Derek asked.
“ I don’t know what to say.Maybe you could teach me.”
“Teach you what?"he asked
"How to fight. How to protect myself"you said.
"That’s an excellent idea” you heared Peter, Derek’s uncle. “We could teach you”
“No” Derek said “I will teach her”
“Worried that i will steal your girl, dear nephew?” Peter said with a grin.
“Get out!NOW!” Derek said.
“So…you will teach me?” You said happily
“I will teach you” he sighed.
And he gave you a hug and told you that everything will be ok.
at work we sell slush in either red or blue cups and a grandmother came in with two girls and one boy. she asked me to put slush into two red cups and one blue. while i was double checking what they wanted, the little boy told me that he didn’t want a blue cup - he wanted red.
so, i made three red cups and handed them over and when the grandma noticed she was like ‘oh, you should really have got a blue cup. they’re the ones for little boys’
then the little boy smacked his grandma on the head with his slush and screamed ‘MY SLUSHIE COLOUR DOESN’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH BEING A BOY’
Just wanted to ask if by any chance you might be thinking on writing
something new and multichapter on Hawke/Fenris? Because there is a
severe shortage of your stories in my life right now :) — je-hanna
“But what are we going to do with him?” the older woman asks, less plaintive than he would
Her husband—his new mistress’s father, he surmises, strong-eyed
despite the lines of age along his mouth—cups a hand to her cheek and then her
shoulder. His travel-stained clothes show poorly against his wife’s silk; his
fingers leave fresh mud along her cheek. Neither of them seems to care. “I
don’t know. We’ll think of something. Give him to Orana for the moment; I’ve
got to go to the healers.”
The woman closes her eyes, straightens her spine as her
husband pulls away; the door closes behind him without a backwards glance, and
she lets out a long slow breath before bending to lift his carry-bag, still
unopened, from where he’d dropped it only minutes ago at her feet. Her eyes
are foreign when at last she looks at him again, faded blue framed by greying
hair. “Well. You have a name, I suppose?”
Coming home you imagined kicking off your 4-inch kitten heels, taking a warm bubble bath and hopefully relaxing to your favourite shows while drinking some chamomile tea. What you didn’t expect was your boyfriend of 8 months to have left your shared apartment in shambles leaving you to the mess.
you're so hot but you fucked it all up by tattooing most of your body. I'm not hating on tattoos, it's just not cute seeing a person covered in them. smh
Oh I’m sorry lol are you my mum? Are we fucking? Do you pay my water bill? The answer to all those questions is no I’m pretty sure. People like you seem to forget that people have the FREEDOM to do whatever they want with their bodies. If I’m not your cup of tea why waste your time with sending this? Following up a “compliment” with an insult is pure ignorance. It’s the same as saying “that girl is pretty but she’s black” or “that guy would be hotter if he lost weight.” Think about what you’re saying and who you’re saying it to. Have a nice day ❤️
"I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU ‘You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU" Why not both Eh? ((Finnick would most definitely be a bad barista who does this on purpose))
Terry placed $2.50 on the counter, leaning over with a raised eyebrow. “I think you know what beverage I want by now, seeing how frequently I come here. Could you refrain from writing another pick-up line on the cup? Some of them are overused by now, do step up your game.” He smirked slightly, looking to the side of the register only for his eyes to light up at the sight of the fresh baked cookies. Terry took one, crinkling the plastic wrap as he placed it beside the dollar bills. Digging through his coat pocket, he looked back at the blonde barista already fixing an espresso, tapping his fingers on the counter as he waited. His nose twitched, the stench of the coffee was always somewhat strong to him, yet it didn’t stop him from coming every morning and afternoon for a drink.
Spain and S. Italy dealing with a sexually assertive s/o:!
Romano/Lovino Vargas- He felt you hand slip along his thigh, but when he looked over the intentions changed. It wasn’t hard to tell what you wanted. While keeping his eyes locked with your own you ventured further. “W-well, all you had to do was ask.” Lovino went red, but was all for having some fun. Before he could make another snarky comment you tugged at his curl. The next thing you knew your back was against the couch. Romano was taking your lips and his hand was cupped firmly to your thigh. Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo- He felt your hand crawling up his chest. But you didn’t have a chance to get further. “Looking for something?” He purred while tilting your chin up. It wasn’t very difficult to get him ready or let him know what you wanted. He was already taking charge when you gripped his ribs.
Walking in on him masturbating - Luke Brooks Requested: No
"Luke?!“ You call walking up the stairs. You have been shopping the most of the day with some friends and are finally back, just wanting some cuddles with your boyfriend after an exhausting day.
You didn’t get an answer from Luke, which made you wonder if he’s even home or not. You walk towards your bedroom, starting to hear some noises, which made you raise your eyebrows.
The door wasn’t closed, but either wide open, so you pushed to the door a little, just enough so you could see him. "Shit!” You mumbles in shock, not knowing what to do now.
He’s laying on the bed, naked from top to toe, one hand pumping his length and the other cupping his balls.
“Fuck, y/n” he moans, which make you take a hand up to cover your mouth.
You don’t know if he’s aware of you watching or not, cause I keep pumping his length and playing with his balls.
“Luke!” you speak out, when he starts pumping faster and moans escapes is mouth.
When he hears you, he lift his head up so he can see you, but the sight of you doesn’t make him stop, only make him pump faster.
“Fuck yes, y/n!” He moans out loud and letting his head tilt back again in pleasure, when he cum and the white liquid hits his lower stomach.
“Hi babe” he says, with a smile on his lips.
Still standing in the doorframe, not that shocked anymore of what just happened, but more turned on about it.
“Hi” you say before biting down on you bottom lip, of the sight of him still pumping himself in a slow speed, which is making you wet.
“You wanna clean me up?” he asks, probably knowing you’re getting turned on.
You hesitate a little before shutting the door and walks over to him in the bed..