Ian (Charles) Dickinson Imagines

"Fuck you"

You and Ian we're sitting in front of the TV playing a very competitive game of Mario kart.

"Oh shit oh shit" Ian said as he was driving on the rainbow road. "Holy fuck I about died"

"No!" You screamed as someone threw a blue shell at you, making you fall off the road.

"Ha!" Ian laughed.

"Fuck you" you said pushing him and messing with his controller.

"Stop!" He yelled trying to tickle you while also trying to stay on the track.

Once Ian and you finally lost you turned the TV off and sat on the couch.

You propped your feet on Ian's lap. He tried pushing your legs off of you but, you pushed his knee with your foot.

"Stop it" you said

"Nah" he said tickling your feet.

"Ian!" You laughed.

He stopped and crawled on top of you, supporting himself with his arms.

He leaned down and kissed your lips gently.

"I love you" he said pulling away.

"I love you too" you smiled