i love you cook out

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PARABATRI™

The thing about married Rowaelin

Is that I kept seeing memes about them being married. Marriage memes and all that shit. And I think as I can’t wait until they’re married. But then I tenner they are married. And it just kinda hits me…. they’re married folks. Like, yeah there’s that wee coffin problem but I’m sure she’ll be fine, what I’m saying is that they’re married. Can you just imagine all marriage fluff.

Casually making pancakes and Rowan comes down with bed hair and is like, Aelin, I love you but you can’t cook for shit.

Rowan is out training and comes in and Aelins wearing an apron and he’s like, honey, you really can’t cook, please just stop, and she’s like, I’m not wearing anything under this apron.

Aelin coming in from a day of meetings and Rowans run her breath and helps brush her hair while she contemplates setting some of the council men on fire.

Lazy Saturday mornings where they just lie in bed, watching the sun rise because if they have forever they might as well enjoy it.

Aelin being pregnant and in the late stages Rowan practically carrying her everywhere because she’s too big to walk.

Aelins not minding about this one bit because it allows to give her a chance to braid Rowans hair.

The lazy Saturday mornings are suddenly filled with mornings with their daughter or son tucked in beside them, sleeping with their head over Rowans heart whole Towns stares down at it in disbelief he could help to create something so small and precious.

Rowan teaching the child how to cook because these no way he’s letting Aelin ruin the potential the child could have.

The child being just as terrible as their mother and Rowan just laughs until Aelin drags him into a empty room for ten minutes alone.

Like, they’re married, and Aelin wants to give Terrasen and heir and it’s just, the possibilities of it all and Fuck it I need this shit.

anonymous asked:

I bet Wonho loves lifting Kihyun up on the kitchen counter and settle between his legs. "The members will be up soon," Kihyun whispers, eyes fluttering close as Wonho nuzzles his cheek. "I don't care," Wonho would then slip his hands under Kihyun's shirt, kneading the soft skin before connecting their lips. "You know I didn't ask you to help me cook just to make out with me," Kihyun chuckles against Wonho's lips. and Wonho would just hum as he deepens the kiss.

//OFFICIALLY DEAD//

Play Fights

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Vine/YouTube/Thomas Sanders

Rating: PG

Original Idea: Some time before I went to bed.

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) FLUFF AHEAD!

^^^^^

Thomas woke up before his wife for the first time since they were married. Her back was to him and she was loosely curled up on her right side. Her left side rose and fell slowly as she breathed deeply and calmly. Thomas smiled. Even when he couldn’t see her face, she was beautiful.

His eyes turned down from the back of her head to her back. There was a scar just above her left shoulder blade that shimmered a pinkish silvery in the pale light of the early morning sun drifting through the window that the sporty down-the-spine cut of the tank top she wore as pajamas left exposed. Part of him felt a bit sad every time he saw that scar, and part of him felt amused, remembering the conditions in which she got it.

Yes, it was his fault, but no, she didn’t blame him for it.

They were making a Vine back when they were first barely dating. Thomas was supposed to spin her under his arm and then bend her back over his leg in a dip. They’d rehearsed it several times and nothing had ever gone wrong. They were outside so in case one of them fell, the grass was at least a bit soft.

The very first take when they were recording it though, Thomas slipped. His grip wasn’t as strong as it should have been and when she bent over his leg, she slid out of his hold and fell.

Her left shoulder had landed on a rock they hadn’t even realized was hiding in the grass, cutting open her T-shirt and her skin. She was brave—only crying on her body’s instinct and making it stop as quickly as possible—and toughed it out as she pulled her T-shirt up in the back to reveal the cut so Thomas could clean it out and put disinfectant on it before covering it with lots of Band-Aids. He still felt bad about it, even though it was years ago.

He lifted his left hand as though to touch it, wedding ring catching the pale morning sunlight. Gently he rested his finger on the scar tissue, feeling how the texture was different to the rest of her skin.

Her back pressed against his fingertip as she took a deep breath and woke up. Slowly she turned around so that she was facing him. There was a grin on her lips.

“Do I love you because you’re beautiful—or are you beautiful because I love you?” Thomas sang, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She grinned and rested her hand on the side of his head, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb. Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella was one of her favorite Broadway musicals. “Am I making believe I see in you—a girl too lovely to—be really true?” They were both smiling tiredly. “Do I want you because you’re wonderful—or are you wonderful—because I want you?” He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek, eyes searching her tired but happy morning face, taking in how she was still just as beautiful as the day he met her. “Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream—or are you really as beautiful as you seem?”

There was only a short pause before the tiny, sleepy grin on her face widened. “Am I making believe I see in you—a man too perfect to—be really true?” she sang, her voice a bit hoarse from a night of disuse. “Do I want you because you’re wonderful—or are you wonderful because I want you?” She slid some of her fingers through his hair, playing with it idly as his own smile widened.

“Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream—or are you really as wonderful as you seem?” they sang together, harmonies imperfect but neither of them caring.

“Good morning, my love,” Thomas commented.

His wife scooted over so she was close enough to kiss him. “Morning,” she greeted. “Shall I make some breakfast?”

“You? Make breakfast?” he teased. “The last time I trusted you with anything more complicated than cereal you almost burned the house down.” She defensively nestled her head against his chest, tickling his neck with her messy bedhead hair.

“How long are you going to bring that up every time I try to be helpful and want to make you breakfast?”

“Probably until we die,” he remarked nonchalantly. Thomas teasingly pushed her away and whacked her with his pillow, gently. Her mouth fell open and she gasped, sitting up a bit.

“Oh so it’s to be a pillow fight, huh?” she demanded, grabbing her own pillow.

Both of them scrambled out of their bed and started to swing their fluffy white pillows at each other, laughing and yelping when either of them actually landed a solid blow. They chased each other around their room, wildly. They were probably going to drive their neighbors insane with all the noise, but for the moment, they didn’t care.

Finally, Thomas grabbed his wife around the waist and pulled her down onto the bed on top of him so he wouldn’t crush her. He gave her a kiss and wrestled the pillow from her hand before throwing his behind him somewhere. He just held her to him. “How did I get so lucky to land you?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I think I was the lucky one,” she answered. She kissed his cheek and rolled off of him to lie next to him on the bed, even though they were sideways across it.

“No. I’m pretty sure I was. And I’m going to make breakfast. I love you, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen,” he pressed, leaping off the mattress and rushing out of their bedroom and into the kitchen. He could hear her shout of protest before the headboard of their bed creaked, signaling that she was following him. He was already pulling out the waffle maker that her aunt had given them for their wedding, giving her a very pointed look as she tried to follow him into the kitchen. She relented and sat down at the breakfast bar.

“And what shenanigans are we getting into today?” she inquired, wrangling her messy hair into submission distractedly.

“Well, we promised the internet we’d do a Q-‘n’-A sometime soon. If we’ve got nothing else to do, we could make that. But I also just wanna dance with you in the park and serenade strangers for a Vine or just drive around town singing show-tunes.” He sighed. “But Playlist Live is coming up soon so we also gotta get ready for that.”

“Let’s do it all! It’s Saturday. We’ve got all day!”

Thomas laughed. “But first, breakfast,” he remarked, passing her the first gigantic waffle and sliding the syrup jug down the bar.

“Can I at least make the chocolate milk?” she asked.

“Okay. That bit you’re better at,” he relented. One of her quirks was a distaste for plain milk, but she also didn’t like pre-made chocolate milk, so she always made it with cocoa powder or chocolate syrup. And somehow she’d figured out the perfect balance between milk and chocolate.

So she made the chocolate milk for both of them and they sat down to breakfast. Once that was all cleaned up, they got dressed. Thomas glanced at the scar on her shoulder blade as she yanked her tank top off—back to him—and put on her clothes. She glanced at him over her shoulder as he pulled her favorite blue T-shirt of his on. “What are you thinking about?” she asked curiously, buckling up the belt around her denim capris.

“I still feel bad about that scar on your back,” he answered honestly.

She smirked. “Well, don’t. It’s a memory.” Slowly she was brushing her hair out, attempting to tame it, before throwing the brush at his waiting hand. He pulled it through his own flop of hair and set it on their dresser. “I see it in the mirror every so often when I’m getting out of the shower, and it always makes me smile. You looked so panicked. That was the moment I knew we were gonna stay together.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Any man that concerned about hurting his woman is a man worth keeping.”

That made Thomas laugh.

After a few minutes, they were sitting in the living room, in front of the camera on top of the tripod. “What is up everybody?!” Thomas and his wife greeted in unison.

“So, we wanted to do a Q-and-A for you guys since we’ve been married for a couple months now and you guys have been asking us a bunch of the same stuff so we figured we’d get it all out of the way for good,” Thomas explained. “So, this is my wife, Mrs. Sanders!”

His wife waved. “Hey everybody!”

“Shall we jump right in?”

“Absolutely!”

“Fantastic! This question came up for you the most since we announced that we were getting married,” Thomas told her, pulling up the list of questions on his phone. “And it’s a very legitimate question that I’ve even wondered but you’ve never said anything about. ‘Do you get jealous when you see Thomas kissing and professing love to other women on stage when he’s in a show?’” His wife bit her lower lip thoughtfully, searching her husband’s brown eyes with mischief in them.

“No,” she answered decisively. “Because I know that at the end of the day, he loves me more than any of his co-stars and likes kissing me the best.”

He gave her a hug with one arm due to how they were sitting side-by-side. “Aww!” he enthused. “You’re too cute. And one-hundred-percent correct. I do love you the most. And you’re without a doubt the best kisser. Definitely the most compatible with me.” She snickered. “The next one’s for both of us…”

The two breezed through the other questions, paying attention in the moment, but barely remembering it later. They spent the day packing for Playlist Live, driving to the park singing show tunes, dancing in the park to the delight of the elderly couples strolling, and dramatically serenading teenagers for Vines before driving back to their small house—still singing show tunes. Between the two of them they had a lot of Broadway, Disney, karaoke, and other minus tracks. Sometimes they sang with the original voices, sometimes they sang on their own.

When they got back to their house, their excited energy needed to break loose. It was still early September so the weather was pleasant and warm. They changed from their normal day clothes to bathing suits. Out on the front lawn, they had a water fight, with plastic water guns and the hose, squealing and giggling their heads off as they got soaked before collapsing on the grass in fits of laughter and hugs and kisses.

After they got over their amusement, they went and showered before getting back into bed. Cuddling, they kissed each other before going to sleep.

bareb-bones  asked:

For the ship thing, newtina?

  • who holds the umbrella when it rains: definitely Newt, because he’s taller but Tina’s the one who owns the umbrella and hands it to him, otherwise he’d just wander around and get wet and not even notice 
  • who is the grumpiest in the morning: Tina. she’s not even coherent until she gets a cup of coffee
  • who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: also Tina! Newt is very nonchalant about his own injuries, but he kicks into caregiver mode if Tina is harmed or feeling ill in any way 
  • who plays pranks on the other: Queenie pranks both of them
  • who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: Newt thinks of nothing pulling Tina’s legs into his lap and absently stroking his fingers up and down her calves or shin. Tina has to get used to it at first, but she’ll come up behind Newt and wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head against his back, while he covers her hands with his own
  • who insists on creating nicknames for the other: Tina definitely calls Newt sweetheart if nothing else, Newt calls Tina my dear, my love, or darling if he’s feeling particularly affectionate. 
  • who drools on the other when they’re asleep: Newt drools on the pillows. Tina charms them so it doesn’t stick
  • who says ‘I love you’ first: I feel like Newt would, but completely on accident, he’d sign a letter with love, Newt and never realize it until it was already gone on owl post (”oh bugger”) leaving Tina to freak out for the next three days until she composes herself enough to write back (she signs her letter with all my love, Tina. Newt walks into several trees after he reads it. when they see each other again, Newt greets her shyly with “hello my love,” and Tina smiles so hard it feels like her face might break from it. Tina though, is the one to actually utter the phrase “I love you,” blurting it out after watching him cook breakfast (the one thing Newt can make with any amount of success). 
ABC’s of Nyongtory: S is for...

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Nyongtory x Reader (Poly!Triad)

Synopsis: Staying in and Safewords

Warnings: Smut, in the second half only. Very, very NSFW and 18+. As usual, it is separated with a line of asterisks. So if you don’t want to read (or shouldn’t be reading) the explicit content, please stop at that line. There is also just a tiny bit of guy on guy in this chapter.

Author’s Note: I am finally freaking finished with this chapter. Hopefully the length feels rewarding for those of you who have been super kind and patient while real life wreaked havoc on my writing schedule. Thanks, so much! (Also, please be sure to read the note at the end if you read the second half.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

Masterlist


Staying in

The first few weeks that you spent at home after spontaneously quitting your job were fun. It was almost like a mini-vacation, even though you didn’t actually go anywhere. It was nice to wake up when you wanted to, have a leisurely breakfast in your pajamas, and then do whatever the heck you wanted to with the rest of your day. You had read, caught up on dramas that you had been meaning to watch, thoroughly cleaned the entire house, and you’d been able to do a lot more cooking for you and the guys.

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♡ overflowing with love  ♡ 

Watanabe family headcanons
  • You got her name because her parents thought that they were getting a son (“You” can be used for both males and females). The exact origin of the name is a combination of the phrase that Mrs. Watanabe associates the most with her husband (“yousoro”, which would later on become You’s own catchphrase) and the term that Captain Watanabe associates the most with his wife (the kanji for You’s name is associated with “sun”, “glorious”, “bright”, etc.).
  • You’s dad was actually a little disappointed when he found out that You was a girl, because he had hopes of going on father-son adventures with his firstborn. Then baby You’s first word turned out to be “Papa”, and he instantly fell in love. You also grew up to be quite the tomboy, so You’s dad ended up having adventures with his firstborn anyway, with the added bonus of having a daughter who looked really cute in a sailor uniform.
  • Captain Watanabe taught You self-defense techniques because no way in hell are any perverts gonna have their way with his precious daughter!!! He made sure that she could even fight back against someone as large as him (a fully-grown muscular man), so it’s no wonder that You easily overpowered Mari in Episode 11.
  • You’s dad is a fantastic cook - especially when he’s drunk. He’ll get very odd cravings which, when combined with his drunken state, leads to strange but delicious new recipes. You has a very good sense of smell (*sniff sniff* a uniform!) so no matter what god-awful hour it is in the night, she’ll wake up when her dad starts cooking. Over the years, she’s picked up a lot of his techniques. This is why You was able to improvise a dish from Mari’s Stewshine and Yohane’s Tears of a Fallen Angel in Episode 10.
  • Mrs. Watanabe is actually terrible at household chores. You loves salisbury steak because it’s one of the few dishes that her mom can make without creating an utter disaster. You knows her dad’s curry recipe by heart because she learned it at a very young age out of desperation. She’s pretty much in charge of doing the sewing when Captain Watanabe needs his uniforms fixed as well.
  • You tends to bicker a lot with her mom, since Mrs. Watanabe is the stricter parent (out of necessity: Captain Watanabe is gone most of the time due to his job as a ferry captain, so he endlessly spoils You in the rare moments that he’s home). Mrs. Watanabe is the classic “screams-when-she’s-angry” type, while You, of course, takes after her dad and gets very quiet and withdrawn when she’s upset. Their fights tend to be about minor things though (e.g. staying up late, sub-par test scores), so they’re usually resolved pretty quickly and the two will be back to normal after a day or so.
  • You inherited her wavy hair and sunny disposition from her mom. When she was younger, Mrs. Watanabe was very self-conscious about how frizzy her hair would get whenever it was rainy or humid, and used to be bullied because of it. Then one day, the stoic boy who sat in the back of the classroom suddenly walked up to her and said, in a quiet but deep voice, “I think your hair is beautiful, so please don’t let it keep you from showing that bright smile of yours.” No one dared to tease her again after that.
  • Even though that was years ago, Mrs. Watanabe is still a little sensitive about her hair. When she found out that she passed along this trait to her daughter, she made sure to keep You’s hair short because she didn’t want her daughter to go through the same thing. Luckily, You didn’t mind since she preferred having short hair for practical reasons (i.e. easier to manage when swimming).
  • If you couldn’t tell from that clichéd-sounding romantic line before, You picked up her charms from her dad. They’re both naturals when it comes to making girls swoon.
  • You’s dad and mom were each other’s first love (You’s dad was a bit of a playboy so he dated a number of girls, but You’s mom was the first person he truly loved) and their story is basically straight out of a shoujo manga: happy-go-lucky heroine falls for the strong-and-silent boy who will do anything to protect her.
  • You’s parents started dating in high school, but had to separate for a few years because You’s dad went to work aboard a ship in order to gain experience for becoming a captain. Before he left, he told You’s mom, “No matter where I go, my heart will always be with you, so…will you wait for me?” and then bent down on one knee and reached into his pocket to pull out a small box and oh god I’m grossing myself out with the amount of cheese here so I’m just gonna stop lol.
  • Later on, when You’s parents find out that their daughter is gay, Mrs. Watanabe smacks her husband and tells him, “See, this is all your fault for being so overprotective! Since you insisted on sending her to girls’ schools and kept threatening to kill any boys that got close to her, you’ve turned her into a skirt-chaser. Just look at your daughter’s shameless flirting with her 17 girlfriends, goddamn it!”
  • You’s dad is very conflicted about this. On the one hand, he had always been lowkey worried that You would fall for some cocky sailor boy because of her obsession with uniforms, so he’s glad that this nightmare will never come true. On the other hand, he now fears that one day his daughter will get lynched by the fathers of the countless girls who’ve fallen under the Watanabae spell.
  • The next father-daughter late-night cooking session has Captain Watanabe awkwardly clearing his throat and saying, “Look, you know I’ll always support you…so if you ever want any advice on dating girls and, er…other things…I’m here for you…”
  • You contemplates taking her dad’s shot glass and chugging down his drink because this is not a conversation that she wants to have while sober.
  • “…please Papa, let’s just finish frying this kiwi.”
  • Later on when You does drink, her cocktails of choice are things like daiquiris and mojitos and long island iced teas. Everyone is somewhat bemused by this since they’re such fruity drinks, until they remember these all have a hearty amount of rum and other hard liquors in them, and You usually gulps down glass after glass of these “girly” concoctions.
  • You’s personal favorite was introduced to her by Mari, and contains gin, rum, tequila, vodka, Blue Curacao liqueur, sweet and sour mix, and 7-Up. The name of this cocktail: “Adios Motherfucker”.
Sodapop Imagine: Lazy Day.

anonymous asked: I love your blog!! And would you mind doing a really cute lazy day Soda imagine where you just kinda hang around all day?

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I woke up, snuggled in my boyfriend’s arms. He stirred slightly, so you decided that it would be best if you let him sleep. You then got up from the cozy, warm bed you were in and got into really comfy clothes since both you and Soda were off of work today. You then walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you and Sodapop. You started to make pancakes but then felt strong arms wrap around your waist. You turned around to see Sodapop smiling at your beautiful face.

“Good morning,” He said in his husky morning voice.

“Morning,” You said to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What do you plan on doing today?” He asked.

“Um, I don’t know,” You told him, “I think I’ll finish these pancakes and then we can eat, how about that?” You ask him.

“Sounds perfect,” Sodapop tells you as he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You finished up the pancakes and the both of you finished eating them. As you got up to go do the dishes, Sodapop grabbed his plate and went up to the sink with you.

“You cooked, let me clean up,”Soda told you.

“Fine. No argument there,” You told him as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“I love when we are both off. I cook, you clean. It all works out for the best,” You told him, hugging Soda from behind as he washed the dishes.

“Well, if You cooked and You cleaned, it would be better for me,” He said, turning around to give you a kiss.

“That’s too bad, babe,” You told him.

“So I still have to do the dishes?”

“Yep, and I get to sit on the couch,” You said, giving a kiss to his mad face.

“Ugh, fine,” He said.

“I love lazy days,” You said, getting a grunt from Soda in return.

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Request:Can you please do a Peter Maximoff imagine from
apocalypse where he sees you playing with his little sister and helping his mom cook and he blurts out “I love you” ?? Thanks! l love your account so so much

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Wanda:“I want to be a plane again!”*giggles*

Y/N:“Of course!”

You trow Peters little sister into the air only to catch her a few seconds later.

Peter just stares at you,he adores you he really does.

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Y/N:“Let me help you!”

Peters Mom:“Oh that’s nice of you,sweetheart!”

Y/N:“You’re welcome,Ma'am!”

Peters Mom:“Aww,don’t call me ma'am I only feel old!”*laughs*

Y/N:“Okay,thank you!”

You start to cook with his mom,and Peter?

Peter just stares at you,he adores you he really does.

—-

Wanda:“This tastes so good,you’re amazing Mom!”

Peters Mom:“You can say to Y/N too she’s amazing too she helped me!”

Wanda:“Thank you Y/N!”

Peter:“Man this is amazing,Y/N you’re great!”

Y/N:“Thanks Peter!”

Peter:“That’s why I love you you’re so nice to–”

Wanda:“…”

Peters mom:“….”

Y/N:“Did you-Did you just said that you’re in love with me?”

Peter:“…no…I didn’t!”

Y/N:“..I- can we talk outside?”

Peter*nods*“Yeah I think so!”

—-

Peter:“I know you don’t love me!But yeah I love you you so kind and beautiful-”

Y/N:“Who said I don’t love you too?”

Peter:“and you’re so nice and–wait what?”

Y/N:“Who says I don’t adore you Peter?”

Peter:“no one just me?”

Y/N:“Exactly!”

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

anonymous asked:

Ok may I have a ship? I am 5'10 with long dark brown curly hair and green/blue eyes. I like to go on adventures and stuff like that. I can be shy at first but then once you really get to know me I am sassy and sarcastic. I am sweet and gentle though, don't get me wrong. But, even though I can be sweet, if you mess with someone I love you better watch out. I also like to run and bake/cook. I guess you could say I'm an adrenaline junkie but toned down a bit. Thanks love💚

Probably Ponyboy or maybe even Sodapop?? Thanks for the ask, love ✨❤

#15- Dating ___ Would Include

Scott-
• Cuddles all the time
• Him playing with your hair and vice versa
• Your nickname for him being puppy or baby
• His for you would be princess or love
• “Can you braid my hair Scotty?”
• Becoming very close with Stiles
• Also very close with Isaac after he moves in
• “Stiles, Isaac, my sons.”
• “Don’t call them that, it’s just weird.”
• Not liking Allison at first but becoming the best of friends
• “Stiles! Scott! I told you, turn that stupid video game down! I am trying to study with Isaac!”
• “Why don’t you just go home then?”
• “Yeah, of course! Isaac is not allowed to go to her house.”
• Spending more time at his house than you do at yours
• Him becoming overly jealous around every guy except Stiles
• “Should I feel offended? You literally never tell me anything.”
• “You don’t stand a chance.”
• Movie nights that make him cry even when they’re not sad
• “Aww baby are you crying?”
• “No…”
• Going to every one of his games
• “That’s my boyfriend!”

Stiles-
• Really really awkward at first
• Random gifts like all the time
• “Where do you even get the money to buy these gifts? You don’t have a job.”
• “I have my methods.”
• Dinner with him and his dad almost every night
• Going to the police office with him
• “Hey Parrish, how’s life?”
• “Don’t look at him, those captivating green eyes will lure you in and snatch you away from me!”
• Borrowing his clothes all the time
• “Hey Stiles, can I borrow a hoodie?”
• “Sorry, my GIRLFRIEND takes all of them!”
• Cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles
• So much PDA
• He’s always touching you
• “Stop taking my food.”
• “Sharing is caring!”
• “Well maybe I don’t care.”
• Silent treatment when he ticks you off
• “Just talk to me!”
• “I love you, Stud Muffin.”
• “I love you too, pain in my ass.”

Liam-
• “Liam calm down!”
• “Liam, focus!”
• “Don’t tell me what to do!”
• “Don’t sass me Dunbar!”
• Being at every lacrosse game and practice of his
• “That’s my boyfriend!”
• “Dunbar’s girlfriend, sit down and shut up!”
• “Shut it coach! Liam just scored you 3 points in under 5 minutes, I have rights!”
• “Baby? What do you think of this dress?”
• “We’ve been here for hours!”
• Being like the top couple at school
• Being very close to Scott and Lydia
• Lydia and the other girls helping you get ready for every dance
• “Wow, just look at you.”
• “Awwww”
• “Liam! Move Mason needs to give me my hug.”
• “But I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet…”
• Kisses all the time
• Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, kisses all over your face
• “I love you, baby.”
• “And I love you.”

Derek-
• “Don’t make that face, you’ll get wrinkles.”
• Staring when he works out
• “Can you give me a massage?”
• Giving him massages all the time
• Almost no PDA when your in public
• Unless he gets jealous, then it’s just awkward for everybody
• Mama for the pack even though your probably really immature at times
• There’s almost no direct, verbal form of “I love you”
• “Call me when you get home.”
• “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
• Being really childish and immature when no one is around
• Him not letting you get involved in fights
• You have so many stuffed animals from him
• “Leave Stiles alone Derek.”
• Being little spoon when you cuddle
• “I like that shirt on you.”
• So much freakin sexual tension
• “They were having a moment before we came in.”
• “Growl at me one more time, Hale. You’ll regret it.”
• Becoming super close with Scott and Alison
• Convincing Derek that Allison is good
• “Derek, I love you.”
• “I love you too.”

Theo-
• Watching him work out
• working out together- sometimes
• cooking together
• cruising around at night in his truck late at night
• Him always being playful with you
• Being really close to Scott’s pack even though most of them don’t trust Theo
• Him chasing you whenever you say no to anything
• “Theo! Stop!”
• Constantly laughing with him
• “Just give me the keys, I’ll drive.”
• “No, you deserve to be treated like a queen and queens don’t drive.”
• Getting caught in steamy situations
• Stiles eventually liking you
• Being jealous of Malia for a while
• Lazy days and just lounging around on your ~delicates~
• Him chasing you around the house in your guys’ underwear and bra
• “Let’s go to the beach.”
• “No Theo, it’s 60 degrees outside.”
• Studying together
• “So chimeras are just like mixed animals?”
• “Yeah, I think, I don’t know, ask Lydia just to be sure.”
• Spending the night at each other’s house a lot
• “Rise and shine baby girl!”
• “I’ll suffocate you.”

Isaac-
• Always wearing his clothes
• Especially his sweaters
• “Hey, do you think I can have my black sweater back? The one with the blue little designs.”
• “I’ve adopted it, it’s mine now.”
• Kisses all the time
• Being the really cute, quiet couple everyone is jealous of
• Playing with his hair
• “Isaac.”
• “Yeah?”
• “I love you.”
• Helping him calm down when he freaks out
• “I love you hair.”
• “Ugh gross, would you two stop Ito already?”
• “Shut up Stiles.”
• Being with him before he got the bite
• Being slightly ticked off when he suddenly becomes cocky and arrogant
• Being close to Scott and Allison
• Not liking Derek at first
• “Why is your girlfriend glaring at me?”
• “She doesn’t like you.”
• Derek eventually winning you over
• Movie date nights

A/N: IM SO SORRY TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS! I’ll work on getting the girl version up very very soon. I’ve been so busy with school and studying, as for the other requests, I’ll try to get those up by Sunday and for those who want to request… I don’t bite! Feel free to request and I’m on winter vacation soon, so I’ll have more time!

Merry Christmas Holly!!

I was so excited to get you Holly ( @geniewithwifi) for the Secret Santa exchange!  I love following your blog and reading your fic and thoughts on Arrow!  I hope you have a blessed holiday season! - Hannah ( @smoakedup)

Kitchen Fails to Kitchen Wins

Felicity sipped from the mug of spiked hot chocolate while her employees laughed and joked around her. The Holiday party was in full swing and she was glad that everyone was having a good time. It had been the most profitable year that Smoak Industries had since she started the company in her cramped one bedroom apartment with Curtis six years ago and she had made sure that her employees were well taken care of for the holiday season.

She had poured everything into her company and now that it was paying off it felt worth it. She had sacrificed a lot through the years, friendships and a love life and it usually didn’t bother her, but the holiday season amplified her loneliness.

“You know,” Curtis said quietly, interrupting her thoughts, “you could at least pretend to have a good time.”

She glared a him over her glasses. “I am having a good time.”

Her Vice President scoffed. “That look on your face doesn’t scream fun. It screams root canal.  Does this have anything to do with…”

“No.”

“You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“I don’t want want to talk about my ex-boyfriend.”

“Fine so you did know what I was going to say…”

“Curtis I’m fine,” she insisted. “I swear.”

“I believe you.”

“Good.”

“And because I totally believe you’re fine it’s time for my Christmakkuh present. For you.”

“Christmakkuh?”

“Let me have it okay? I was obsessed with The O.C. for awhile.” Curtis replied and pulled a bright red envelope out of his inside jacket pocket. “Anyways, Happy Hanukkah Felicity. From Paul and I.”

“You didn’t have too…”

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