Big opinions about a sweet potato! The first one fell on the ground right out the oven and he raced me to it and got his mouth burned, so he had to work through some feelings before eating this one. I missed when he barked at it, but it was very cute.
A/N: Walter Marshall added to the list 🙌🙊 GIFs are not mine - they belong to the amazing creators! 🙏😊 The divider is my first (poor) attempt at dividers, but Paint is a basic (but very useful) tool, especially for a computer noob like me. 🤭
She was sulking and fuming as she walked quickly down the street. A car pulled over and slowed down to keep pace with her. She wasn't scared, she knew exactly who was in the drivers seat.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time." Walter chipped in from the car. Her gaze narrowed but she didn't look his way or comment.
"Come on, let me take you home."
"Honey, look, I really am sorry. I know you're angry, but you can't go around walking in the middle of the night. Please get in the car." He tried again, his voice dripping in sweetness. He already knew she was mad at him and there's a saying about poking the bear...
"No." She bit back, her gaze never meeting his.
"What do you mean no? Get in the car, now." Walter was slowly losing his patience.
"I said no, Marshall." She finally glared at him and sped up. Walter stepped on the gas a bit more to catch up with her.
"Get in the goddamned car, now." He demanded harshly.
"Fuck you." She raised her voice and threw in a middle finger for good measure. That was the last straw. Walter blocked her path as he drove his Jeep onto the sidewalk, got out and marched around it, to come face-to-face with his pissed-off girlfriend. She stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at the hulk of a man that was her boyfriend.
"I said, get in the goddamned car. Don't make me throw your stubborn ass in the car, I swear I'll do it." he angrily pointed at the passenger door.
"Why are you so difficult?" He sighed as he ran a hand through his face. Even Faye that was in her teenage years wasn't this stubborn.
"Why am I so difficult? Why am I so difficult?!" She snapped.
"I waited for you for 40 minutes, Walter. Forty minutes! And the whole time I was repeating to myself that he's stuck at work. He's a detective, his job is unpredictable, he'll call or text, just wait it out. He'll be here soon. And then the 30 minute mark passed and I was done. But I waited for an extra 10 minute because I really do love you and I was sure you had a good excuse. And then you didn't show up or text. And now you have the most stupid and generic excuse in the history of time. So no, Marshall. I'm not getting in the goddamned car with you." She yelled at him and tried to pass him. He grabbed her arm, opened the passenger door and shoved her inside the car, earning a yelp from her.
"What is wrong with you?!" She yelled at him as he started the car and started driving. He glared at her and she pipped down, but remained giving him death glares.
"I'm sorry I was late and I didn't call." Walter said after a while and put his hand on her knee, squeezing lightly.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked as they turned right onto a forest path.
"You'll see." He smiled. They soon found their way to the lake, where a small picnic blanket was set up along with paper lanterns that provided cozy lighting.
"I wasn't late because I was setting this up. It really was work...but I was called in for a questioning and since it was my case I didn't say no." Walter explained before she had a chance to speak. He grabbed her chin and pulled her to him.
"It's our 6 months anniversary. I didn't forget." He whispered into her lips, barely a few inches away.
"Shut up and kiss me, Walter." She gave him a small smile before he kisser her.
Fenris/F!Hawke | Badminton AU | Read from the beginning
They awaken luxuriously late, a mix of jet lag and satisfied exhaustion, and when Hawke goes to stretch her legs, she’s still half-surprised at how easily her skin slides over his, not too different from the lush sateen of the hotel’s white sheets. Wrapped in the golden glow of the room, it’s too easy to brush away any unease she feels at having missed any of their usual preparation rituals, and the real reason why they’re here at all.
Easier, too, when Fenris nuzzles into her shoulder blades, mumbling something she can’t make out. She’s struck by all the little details she didn’t notice last time, too preoccupied by her own thoughts – the ticklish wispiness of his hair on her shoulder, the way his callused palm seems to just fit at the curve of her waist.
They’d left the curtains open, and the late morning sun streaming through and catching on the dust motes has her thinking that maybe, just maybe, even if they could have gotten here a little faster, this all must have been worth it. So too does the rumble in Fenris’ chest when he finally mumbles something intelligible, and it turns out to be her name.
She turns around in delight – the pads of his fingers are soft when they graze her cheek, nose to nose with him on the excessively fluffy pillow. A faint smile on his lips, he closes his eyes again, the dark lashes fanning out on his bronze cheek. He’s brighter than a thousand suns, like this. Maker, how did she ever let herself leave him?
As if reading her thoughts, he murmurs with a hint of wariness, “Planning your escape already?”