Not gonna BS my way around here! I said I’m back and here’s the first drabble request for you! It’s cheeky and little fluffy; and I’m not sure if it’s any good. Hopefully, you’ll like it!
Anon Request: Can you do a Pietro imagine where you don’t like physical contact like hugs but one day you let Pietro hold you and the rest of the Avengers are stunned
Warnings: I guess some physical violence?
Word count: 1.2k
There is nothing wrong with you not liking physical contact. Is it really that weird that you don’t like people hugging or jump-scaring you? You couldn’t care less for friendly kisses hello and goodbye, your idea of comforting was certainly not a tight squeeze of your hand, and if someone wanted to congratulate you on the job well done, they best stayed away from patting your back.
High fives and handshakes seemed fine, though.
Simple stuff, really. And, in time, all Avengers slowly figured out your boundaries. Not without a few casualties first.
Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.
A/N: Oh my gosh, this fic has taken over everything and I just can’t stop myself from adding more parts but I don’t want to?? I’ve been so excited to get to this part so please let me know your thoughts! I adore you all. <3
Warm, salty sea air caressed your face and tousled your hair in the early light. Resting your mug of coffee on the porch railing, you let your gaze wander over the sprawling city toward the rolling hills and beyond. It was in the stillness of the morning where you allowed yourself to marvel in the fact that you now called this place home. In a few weeks, it would be two years since you arrived Los Angeles without a clue and barely a plan. It was amazing to think back on the path you had taken, the struggles you’ve had, and the sacrifices you have made.
Pressing the mug to your lips, you took a sip and felt a presence behind you seconds before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist.
“The ocean is that way, you know,” he teased, hooking his thumb in the direction behind you.
Hi, do you consider Dan's hair to be blonde or brown? Or even bronde?
His natural hair is curly haired brown.
a mop of curls I adore… (and want back…lol)
Like sweet Nick Guest
or dashing Edward Ferrars
but as he said he was asked to “go blonde” for Downton (thank you for that…)
..but even that slid sometimes into that “bronde” you called….but it’s the blonde we love…
oh sweetie…I love that quote considering what’s in store in the rest of his career…
namely this look
BadAss Dan in The Guest. Yes thanks Adam Wingard for knowing that we wanted the cool as ice blonde look… and erm…the rest
And so these days he moves between all three looks… depending on project and whether he’s home with time off…the more time off he has…the more brown his hair becomes… lol. I love them all… yes even the hat look
He’s filming Apostle now (thus the clean shaven look in those fan pics and now a scruff as he’s got a few days off)…. the hair is looking good… I think his publicists etc prefer he stick to the blonde/brown scruff look just to maintain a single image because it can get jarring when he goes from this
so let’s love all the Dan looks… eh?
I particularly love this one… but then why wouldn’t I? I took it…lol
Hallsy Smut…? (I realize this was a random request received but it got my brain
going and it was written quickly and was super helpful in getting my writing
A/N: This is
a story containing smut and if that’s not your thing I probably would refrain
from reading it. If you’re fine with
said scenario all I have to say is anger towards Taylor turns into angry sex
with Taylor. This is my first attempt at
smut so let me know what you think of it and if you’d like to see more stories
like this, otherwise ENJOY the story!! A
big thank you needs to be said to @bostonstrongforlife for proofreading the
story for me before I posted it!!
of the bathroom I tried listening to the game recap as I brushed my teeth. I knew the outcome of the game, I had watched
it in its entirety, but was hoping for a little positivity to be spoken by the
announcers. Rinsing out my mouth I knew this
was not going to be the night they granted my wish.
of my lounge pants and hoodie I grabbed one of Taylor’s t-shirts from his
drawer and pulled it on as I slid under the covers to await his call. It was already later than the normal time he
called after games which was fine since I knew he was going to be grumpy.