sorry if it sucks my hand is still kinda effed
Luke had been pissing you off lately. Whenever you two had something special planned, he always came up with an excuse to call a rain check. The first time he blew you off, you brushed it off without much fuss, but the third time was the last straw.
Getting up that morning, you decided that giving him the total silent treatment would be the best and entertaining revenge.
Making your way down to the kitchen while Luke still slept, you made breakfast...get this...for yourself only. When you commit to complete "ignoration", it's in full swing. No half-assing. And no, ignoration is not a word.
You made a ruckus while grabbing the pans and food needed to make eggs and toast. Clanking the pans and slamming the food on the countertop, you hoped it would wake Luke up so your revenge could start soon.
Soon enough, you sleepy boyfriend with bed head slipped around the corner and hugged you from behind, "Morning, sweetheart." He kissed your cheek gently. You pretended as if he wasn't even there. Trying to hold back smirks and smiles was probably the hardest part of it all.
"Whatcha making?" He asked once his arms were removed and he took as step back so you could walk to the stove. Scrambling the eggs was what you were putting your full attention towards. "Y/n?" He asked starting to become confused to why you were ignoring him. You just continued to make the eggs and toast as he continuously asked you what was wrong.
"Are you mad at me?" He questioned. You flopped the food on a plate and sat it down on the eating table while you grabbed some orange juice and a glass. Placing the glass on the counter he snatched the orange juice from you, "Really not enjoying this silent treatment, baby girl."
That pet name always made you swoon, but not this time, bitch. He isn't getting off that easily.
You sighed loudly and left the glass there and went over to sit at the eating table. Before you could even get close, you were grabbed by the waist and picked up of this ground. You let out a surprised yelp and thrashed around in his long noodle arms.
Tossing you on the couch, he locked you in his grasp with his legs and held your wrists up by your head, "I'm going to get you to talk one way or the other, y/n. So surrender while you fill can." He threatened. You just avoided his eyesight.
And before you knew it, your wrists were released and his fingers ferociously tickled your sides and your most ticklish spot. You kicked your legs and flailed your arms, desperately trying to keep from bursting out into fits of laughter.
You felt your face get hot and you guessed that you probably looked like a tomato. Holding out as long as you could, you exploded, "UNCLEUNCLEUNCLE UNCLE!" You screamed hoping he would have any sort of mercy on you. "Finally nice to hear your voice, love." He winked and took your wrists and pinned them by your head again, "Now tell me what I did to piss you off?" He smiled in hopes that you would just give in.
Knowing well that you would just get yourself more tickle attacks, you just decided to tell him. After doing so he puffed out his bottom lip, "I'm sorry, baby. I've just been super busy with something." He told you. Skeptically, you rose an eyebrow, "Busy with what, bitch?" You asked.
He just laughed and told you that you'll find out eventually.
Later that week, you found out that he was planning his proposal to you with the boys and he wanted to make sure you were completely surprised.
;)))) how he proposes next perhaps???
