#liamxfitz

[harperfisk]

"Pip pip da doodly do!"

drake & josh starter sentences  ( x )

— “Pip pip da doodly do!”

The normally composed teacher couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “Liam Fitz, are you alright there?” she asked in a teasing tone with her hands on her hips.

[peggycoulson]

following orders

It was true she was still pissed being in Elias. It was also true she already had known faces to see and hang out with there, so her complaints would be mostly towards the fact she wasn’t training. However, that phonecall from her father, that morning, couldn’t be more mood lifter than it was being. For the first day in the few she was there, trying to recognize that maybe socialize and make friends wouldn’t hurt that much, Peggy Coulson felt like it would be impossible for someone to ruin her mood. She was too happy--she felt like being nice.

She barely takes anything with her, besides her phone, some money and the room key, before running off the south building. Coulson had only to reach the other side of the campus and look for that known face, that baby face she so much loved to take care of through those years. It only took her a minute and she found the younger guy with his stuff there, still taking it to his room, on his own.

“FITZ!”, she screams towards the guy, throwing her arms around him and hugging him a way too tight. He was actually one of the few who actually knew that side of Peggy. Fair to say, since she had always admired her parents “team-family”, in which Liam’s parents were as well. “Liam Fitz, I’m so glad to see you here”, the girl gives a step back to look at him. “It’s great to have someone known and new here, like me”, she frowns. “I shall take care of you, you know right? Phil Coulson’s words himself, he said I should take as an order, to make me happier”, she rolls her eyes, chuckling. Truth be told, the idea of her father throwing an order at her, even the smallest one, already felt good enough--better than feel so useless.

[peggycoulson]

"Are you dead?"

INTERACTIONS

She hears a known voice, but didn’t feel like opening her eyes. Too tired, she had just stopped by that bench around the campus and decided to rest a bit. However, as soon as her own brain processed who’s voice that was, “No, I am not!”, Peggy says, opening her eyes and getting up a way too fast—only not feeling dizzy because she was too used to it. “Not dying anytime soon, Liam, calm down. Still got your back for a long, long time”, she tries out a smile, the most sincere one she had and used only for ‘special occasions’ or people.