come get your dinner

urisistable  asked:

Okay so maybe he'd need to take you down to the end of the pool and have to be so careful to not make any splashes because your parents would be at the bbq down at the other end. And he'd just whisper into your ear "be really quiet, y/n" and he'd slip your bottoms across and grip onto your hips and push inside you frantically and you'd have to pretend to giggle like you're just cuddling in the water together. And maybe your mom would be calling for you to come get dinner and you'd freeze.

oh god how do you even got out of that situation

Baby: E.M

(Babysitting two kids at your house and Elijah coming over for your dinner date however he ends up getting more than he bargained for)

Word count: 1133

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“Sam no!” I yelled running towards the five year old boy who was about to pour orange juice all over the white carpet. He held an innocent smirk upon his face as he threw the sippy-cup up in the air, I watched as it flew over both our heads and towards the couch. Instincts kicked in and I found myself diving towards the ground like I was about to score a try. It hurt like hell but I managed to catch the cup before it smashed to the ground.

“You’re in big trouble Mr!” I scolded as I climbed up off the floor, Sam started screaming at the top of his lungs and ran into the lounge. The sound of wailing cries followed and I groaned aloud.

As if two screaming children wasn’t enough to deal with a knock pounded upon the door, “Just a second!” I yelled before sprinting up the stairs to fetch the baby.

Her loud cries echoed throughout the house and as I sprinted to my room where her crib was set up, I saw her leant against the railing in her pink onesie. “Aw Bella” I cooed before leaning down and hoisting her into my arms, another knock at the door snapped me back into reality and I rested her on my hip.

“I’m coming” I groaned when I reached the bottom step, I opened the door expecting it to be the kid’s mother but instead stood Elijah in his formal suit - not that it was much different from his everyday suit. I smiled, glad to see my boyfriend, “Elijah”.

He smiled at me and while taking in my appearance I noticed his lips form into a thin line, disappoint also glimmered in his eyes. He parted his lips as if he was going to say something but when he caught sight of the teething baby in my arms he refrained and composed himself.

“Hello Y/N” he replied looking between myself and Bella, “Um-Who is this?” he asked curiously while gesturing to the little girl in my arms. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute smile he was giving her.

“This is Bella” I cooed while staring down into the baby’s eyes and giving her the biggest possible smile, however my smile didn’t go down as well as I hoped it would of as she began crying moments later. I knew I was never that good with kids but I wasn’t terrible either and I hoped Elijah knew that.

I quickly opened the door wider and stood to the side “Come on in” he obeyed immediately and stepped inside, making sure to wipe his heavily polished shoes before he entered- a typical Elijah move. “So what are you doing here?” I questioned walking into the living room as I rocked Bella in my arms, Elijah hot on trail.

He cleared his throat making me turn around “Well, our date is tonight” as soon as the words left his mouth my eyes widened, How could I be so stupid? Of course our romantic dinner date was tonight- the one I had suggested we’d go on.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry-I had completely forgotten and the kids, their mother is running late and I lost track of time and-”

“It’s fine, I’ll be wait” he interrupted, chuckling towards the end. No matter how forgiving he was being I still couldn’t believe I had forgotten, I was such a terrible girlfriend.

“Y/N, What is that smell”?” realisation hit me like a tonne of bricks when the burning smell entered my nose.

“Oh shit!” I cursed making sure to whisper so neither Sam or Bella could hear- not that she would repeat anything, she hadn’t even uttered her first words yet. “Elijah can you take her?” I asked not even waiting for a reply before I handed her over to him. He looked slightly flustered but wrapped Bella in his arms.

I sprinted into the kitchen to see smoke escaping from the cracks of the oven, my cookies!! I ran towards it and opened the door swiftly, making sure to grab a towel before I pulled out the ash mounds of dough. Burnt. Just perfect.

“Is everything alright?” Yelled Elijah from the other room.

“Yea, just a minor mishap, Would you like a cup of tea?” I questioned changing the topic quickly so he wouldn’t come and investigate. I didn’t want him seeing that I was terrible at looking after kids, remembering important events and cooking the simplest sweet delicacy.

“Yes please”. I was quick to remove the burnt evidence from the kitchen and get to the task of making Elijah’s tea, after the kettle was boiled I poured the hot water into the mug and walked into the lounge expecting some sort of chaos however as I entered my jaw dropped slightly.

There stood Elijah holding the baby in his arms and rocking her slowly back and forth with her pacifier in her mouth and eyes shut, he had managed to get her to fall asleep- something I had struggled with. He looked at her lovingly as a smile came to his lips.

“So where did you come from?” asked Sam staring up at the original vampire as if he were a god, Elijah looked up towards the boy.

“I came from the front door” I chuckled at his humour and cleared my throat soon after, this caused them both to look my way but just as they did the doorbell rung.

“Saved by the bell huh?”

-

“I still really am sorry about earlier” I apologised for what was probably the ninth time this evening, Elijah smirked at me as we left the restaurant.

“It’s perfectly fine, at least we still got to go out tonight…” he trailed off before taking my hand in his and leading me towards the car. Dinner was perfect despite our late booking and tardiness we had managed to be completely submerged in conversation throughout the evening.

Silence overwhelmed us as we walked towards the car, “Thank you for all your help today- I really was terrible and as always you seemed to swoop in and save me”. Elijah stopped and turned to face me.

“You were not terrible, you were just new- it’s understandable” be assured and gave me a grin, “That baby girl was incredibly cute though” he added.

“She liked you, so did Sam- maybe next time I babysit you could come around…” I suggested and wrapped my arms around his neck,

“Or” he started and leaned his face towards mine, “We could have our own someday” a massive grin sprouted upon my lips.

“As long as they don’t want cookies then I think that’d be perfect”. He laughed and bought his lips even closer to mine before kissing me. 

This man, to me, is adult Harry because he just looks so done with everyone’s shit.  Like when he wants to, he can crack a smile and tell a joke, but his resting expression is just “i am so done. i was actually so done 19 years ago, but it’s like my expression is still here because of how done i am.”  Lily rides her broomstick in the house? “Lily, no, you are nine year old and i am so tired of your shit put that thing outside.” James gets in trouble? The holler says “James, can you not take after your grandfather [or me tbh] i can’t deal with you.”  Albus gets emo? “Al, take your guyliner off and come to dinner, you live with a loving, wealthy family who gives you a room instead of a fucking closet to live in.”  This is my Harry Potter headcannon. This is the Harry I want to see.

Surprise Love

Could I request a dean Thomas imagine? I really really like him bit there are rarely any imagines with him. So I would like something fluffy?

Warnings: None

A/N: Characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling. 

Visuals denoted by (x)

Visuals, in order of appearance, 

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Masterlist Here

“Come on Y/N, your dinner is getting cold,” Dean beckoned.

“Coming,” you called as you ran inside to your small flat.

“How that cat manages to make you late for dinner every time he shows up is a mystery to me,” Dean teased as he pulled out your chair for dinner.

“I can’t help it. When our friendly neighborhood cat shows up, I have to go see him,” you answered. Ever since you moved in, one of the neighbor’s cats waited on your fence as you came home several times a week (x).  “If our flat allowed us to have cats, I wouldn’t be late for dinner because we’d have our own cat.”

“If I knew I was dating a crazy cat lady I wouldn’t have-“ you shot Dean a warning glare. “Sorry love, I only meant to tease you. You know I’m crazy about you and all your habits.”

“I’m sure you are,” you teased back as you started eating some of your dinner chatting about how your days had gone.

 

Over the next few weeks, Dean was always late or missed dinner. You just assumed his late arrivals were due to extra ministry work

“Hey love. I’m so sorry I’m late, but I have amazing news,” Dean sang as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“What could be more wonderful news than my Italian inspired dinner?” you countered.

“Well nothing can top that,” he kissed you gently. “I just signed the lease on our brand new flat!”

“Wait, you did this without me?” you pouted.
“Trust me. I know you’ll love it,” Dean reassured. “I remembered everything you wanted in our next place.”

“You’re positive?” you mumbled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Absolutely. Now as soon as we finish dinner we have to get packing, since we move in in two days,” Dean stated. You started to pull away from him

“Two days that’s absolutely-“ Dean cut you off with another kiss.

“You forget we have magic my love, and you have a charm that organizes everything into their respective boxes. I promise this move will be easy,” Dean countered.

“Fine. I’ll start packing after dinner,” you sighed as the two of you sat down to eat your dinner.

“I can’t believe we actually got this place sorted out in time,” you beamed as you grabbed one of your boxes. “I can’t wait to move in.”

“I got some movers to put the furniture in for us,” Dean explained. “You don’t have to lift a finger.”

“You have really thought all of this out,” you mused as you pulled him closer.

“We should hopefully be moved in tonight. Any ideas what we can do until then?” Dean continued as he placed his lips on your neck. Just as you two were getting started, a knock at the door brought you two back to reality. “That’s probably the movers.”

“They always come at the worst time,” you laughed. “We’ll have time for this tonight. I promise.” After stealing one final kiss from you, Dean made his way to the door.

“Dean, I thought you just hired movers. I didn’t know you hired people to organize all our furniture,” you gasped in awe. None of the furniture was from your old place. (x)

“Most of this furniture is new love. I hope you don’t mind.” Dean interjected. “See, I got us a new couch, and wait till you see the bedroom.” How did Dean know you so well?

“Oh Dean it’s lovely” your eyes landed on a bundle of fluff standing on your bed spread (x). “Is that a kitten!” you squealed. You ran toward the tiny grey kitten (x). “Dean there’s a kitten in here.”

“I know love. The first consideration was an apartment that could have cats,” Dean laughed. “She’s yours.”

“Are you serious Dean” you couldn’t stop smiling as you held your very own kitten.

“Absolutely, now you’ll never be late to dinner,” Dean teased.

“Nor will you,” you joked. “I love our new place, and I love you.”

“How about we celebrate with an on time dinner, and then we can pick up where we left off,” Dean smirked. As you walked toward the kitchen, you couldn’t stop smiling over the new home and cat you had together.

Doodles

Originally posted by irweicake

Band Member: Luke Hemmings

Word Count: 639

Request: “Can you a do like a rlly cute luke fluff where you’re cuddling and both your parents walk in and find you and luke being cute”


You knew that your parents were having Luke’s parents over for dinner, and yet you still allowed your boyfriend to pull you into bed. But not in any kind of dirty way. Luke just liked being able to cuddle with you and you liked being able to spend time with Luke. The was just something about the way he held you in his arms that was therapeutic, being able to rest your head on his chest while you talked about your day and listened to him tell you about his. You were happy and you were at peace.

“Can’t lay around for long, Luke.”

“They’ll come get us when dinner is ready.” He murmured into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to your head after you nodded. “Besides, we’re not doing anything bad so there’s nothing scandalous for them to walk in on whenever dinner is ready.”

“For once, you actually have a point.” You teased, lightly tickling his side just to hear him laugh.

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Ransom’s second year of medical school at the U of T and after class he goes to the library to study.  Around 3:30pm he texts Holster, Caught up on tomorrow’s work but I want to get ahead.

At 5:06 Holtzy texts back, Come down and get your dinner. ETA 15.

Ransom sighs because that ETA means Adam is already in the car, dinner in a lunchbox on the seat beside him, so he really does have to pack up his shit and go downstairs.  He doesn’t dare leave anything alone in his study carrel.  Carefully trying not to think about how much of a pain this is, because he does appreciate his boyfriend (and probably needs to eat before midnight), he begins fitting textbooks into his backpack.

While he’s standing next to a loading zone off College Drive and wishing he packed his mittens, a car gets his attention.  It’s not the blue Jeep he’s keeping a lookout for; it’s black and low to the ground, expensive-looking, cutting between lanes like a shark.  It’s beautiful.  When it stops at the red light Ransom honestly considers taking his phone out and and taking a picture.

Then he kind of freaks out when the light changes because it goes straight for him, and he’s worried his staring has offended whoever’s behind that tinted windshield, kind of ducking behind the loading zone sign as it pulls up and rolls down the passenger window–

“Get in, loser,” Alexei Mashkov says.  “I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Tater!” Ransom shrieks, and scrambles for the car.

Getting a backpack full of books into the backseat of a two-door coupe takes a little bit of doing–they both work to shove it between the seats, and Ransom keeps a hand on the strap to soften its landing since his tablet is in there–and then he’s in, the door is shut, and he can delightedly let Tater kiss him senseless.

Someone honks, and they have to re-enter traffic.

“Players’ association meeting,” Tater explains as he wrestles the car onto Spadina.  “Adam thought you would not notice the schedule. I made reservation. He will meet us there.”  He glances sideways and says, “My mother went to medical school. She says you should rest more!  Always study, no sleep, does not make good doctor. We kidnap you if we have to.”

Ransom reaches out to take Tater’s hand, leaning his head back against the seat in a dizzy rush of relief and pleasure.  He has been pushing himself hard–not all the way into coral reef mode, but he could feel parts of himself beginning to turn fragile.  Now he lets Tater drive him in this swawesome car to the kind of restaurant he and Holtzy would have to save for a month to afford.

“Kidnap away,” he says, as Tater reaches up to brush a thumb along his neck, into his hairline. It feels so good.  “Kidnap away.”