but not damn you coffee

humans are so harsh to each other. like damn i don’t care if you drink decaf coffee or don’t like to read. we’re all just trying to survive. i love you. i’m proud of you.

okay listen, lance? he had the biggest celebrity crush on shiro for the longest time and these are my hc’s about this:

  • i fully believe that mr. takashi shirogane was the “face” of the garrison, and that during his career he was roped into more than one recruitment video, with all the dramatic music and cinematic shots of pilots standing next to their fighter jets
    • someone: hey lance! your mans is on tv!
    • lance: [dropping whatever the hell he’s doing] press pause! press pause! i’m on my way!!!!
      • his siblings got into the habit of just shouting that even when the commercial wasn’t on because they liked recording his reaction time. the fastest he’s gotten there is six seconds (he was upstairs)
  • listen, lance isn’t naive. he knows that shiro is the best the garrison has to offer and he’s going into the cargo pilot program so he’s probably never going to see him, but still they’re in the same place:
    • lance: [at orientation] shiro…he walked through these halls, he ate in this lunchroom, i’m breathing blessed air
  • the one time lance almost gets caught sneaking out is because he couldn’t help peaking through the windows of the teacher’s lounge to see if maybe shiro was there
    • he was. and because shiro’s a legend he immediately picks up on the fact that he’s being stared at and then he catches lance’s eyes. lance just freezes, because shit…..but then shiro just sips his coffee and pointedly looks away because you know damn well he’s snuck out his fair share of times when he was a cadet
  • shiro: [in keith’s shack after being rescued] lance right?
  • lance: [internally: he knows my name? HE KNOWS MY NAME!]
  • later in the castle, after they’ve all gotten to know each other, after they’ve become a family:
    • hunk: hey lance do you remember when you liked shiro?
    • lance: dude….
    • shiro:
    • keith: wait what? you liked shiro [cue the face of disgust at the thought of anyone liking his brother]
    • lance: [defensively] i didn’t like him, it was just a stupid celebrity crush. i’m over it now
    • pidge: what happened?
    • lance: uhh, i met him!
    • keith: [nodding] makes sense
    • shiro: wow, okay

c-a-b-e-s-w-a-t-e-r  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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{PART 2} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’ve entered Jungkooks’ house, but will you be able to leave in one piece?

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

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  • Dylan: [in front of a broken coffee maker] Who broke it?
  • Everyone: ...
  • Dylan: I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Henley: ...
  • Henley: I did. I broke i-
  • Dylan: No, no you didn’t. Merritt?
  • Merritt: Don’t look at ME… look at Danny.
  • Danny: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Merritt: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Danny: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
  • Merritt: Suspicious.
  • Danny: No, it’s not!
  • Lula: If it matters, probably not, but Walter was the last one to use it…
  • Walter: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Lula: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Walter: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, LULA.
  • Henley: No, no, let’s not fight. I broke it, Dylan, let me pay for it.
  • Dylan: NO. Who broke it?
  • Danny: ...
  • Danny: Dylan? Jack's been awfully quiet-
  • Jack: REALLY.
  • Danny: Yeah, REALLY.
  • Jack: OH MY-
  • [later, as everyone’s fighting]
  • Dylan: I broke it. I got frustrated with everyone bickering and I punched it. [looks back at them fighting] Now they have to learn how to settle arguments on their own.
  • Dylan: ...
  • Dylan: Alma's going to kill me.
You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader

A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.


(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
“Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
“I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.

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It’s Hopeless - Sebastian Stan Imagine

warnings: angst, fluff, Chris!Best Friend,  

request: The reader is best friends with Chris, but in love with Sebastian. She goes to Chris for advice on how to let Seb know how she feels. - @ theimpossibleg1rl

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“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.

“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.

Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.  

“I missed you too, Honeypot.”  

You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.

Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.

“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.

“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.

“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”

You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.

“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.

Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”

“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.

You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”

Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.

“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.

“Sebastian.”

“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”

Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.

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Coffee Rush

@bands-and-shietz requested-

56- “Okay, who gave Y/N coffee?”

57- “Why’re you like this?”


You were extremely tired, you had zero sleep last night, you were too busy binge watching ‘A Series Of Unfortunate Events’ on Netflix, It’s a good show!

You stumbled tiredly into the kitchen, craving one thing called Coffee. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you picked up the empty coffee jar only to grunt in annoyance, “damn you, Sam” you muttered angrily under your breath.

You searched through the cupboards, there wasn’t a single ounce of Coffee in this place! You were so caught up in looking for the coffee you ended up carelessly stubbing your toe on the corner of the table leg. 

Hopping around clutching your injured foot you sat on the bench, you groaned in pain and frustration, resting your head in your hands. Your thoughts were intruded by a familiar flutter of wings, looking up you saw Castiel stood in the middle of the room.

“I sensed you were in distress, is everything okay?” He asked, you smiled lightly at his concern “I’m fine Castiel, I was trying to look for coffee and stubbed my toe, it’s fine” you said with a yawn at the end. 

“You’re tired” he deduced causing you to laugh, nodding your head you stood up, walking towards the empty coffee mug that was placed on the side, lifting it up you turned to Castiel “yes, I’m tired, and there’s no Coffee here to make me un-tired” you smiled sarcastically, placing the mug back where it belongs.

“I don’t understand how a beverage could make somebody not tired..” Castiel spoke in confusion, you laughed quietly “it’s just an energy booster, lord knows I need a strong one” you mumbled the last bit quietly. 

Castiel overheard you, walked over to the mug and filled it with coffee, you stared at the mug in disbelief, “how on earth.. How?” You asked when he handed you the mug, he smiled lightly “I’m an angel..” He trailed off, you chuckled and thanked him. 

15 MINUTES LATER

You ran into the library wearing a blanket around your shoulders like a cape, you ran into Dean who almost fell from the impact. He looked at you weirdly. “Y/N? Why’re you bouncing?” He asked, his hands placed firmly on your shoulders to try and stop you bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Sam walked up behind Dean, “okay, who gave Y/N coffee?” He asked turning slightly to Sam who shrugged. You wriggled out of Dean’s grip and ran away from them, you could hear them calling after you and their footsteps were trying to catch up with yours.

Sam and his long moose legs caught up to you, he wrapped his arms around you waist and lifted you up into the air. Raising your arms you giggled “the cape worked! I’m flying!” You laughed, you could feel Sam chuckle slightly as he carried you towards the library. 

You were sat on one of the chairs, Dean and Sam on either side of you. 

“Okay, Y/N? Who gave you coffee, hmm?” Dean asked, his eyebrows raised. You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration as you stared at him, “holy crap your nostrils are huge!” You exclaimed causing Sam to laugh out loud, Dean shot his brother a glare before turning back to you, “why’re you like this, sweetie?” Sam asked, still chuckling from what you said to Dean. 

“Castiel gave me coffee because I didn’t sleep last night because I was watching ‘A Series Of Unfortunate Events’ last night and that’s why I couldn’t sleep last night” you rambled quickly, Sam and Dean shared a look before Dean called Castiel who appeared instantly.

“Cas, what coffee did you give Y/N?” Dean asked, Castiel turned to look at you bouncing slightly in the chair, “she said she needed a strong one, so I got the strongest coffee. Death Wish Coffee” he said “I don’t understand what the problem is” he trailed on confused. 

“The problem is, the coffee you gave her has made her into a freaking human torpedo” Dean grumbled, “is there anyway you can flush it out of her system?” Sam asked, Castiel nodded and walked towards you. Placing his fingers on your forehead you were out like a light, causing you to almost fall out of the chair but Sam caught you.

“Thanks Cas” Sam said gratefully, he then lifted you bridal style and carried you to your room.

“Never give her coffee again” Dean pleaded, Castiel nodded.


We Bought a House and Turned It into a Home//H.S

So… My fingers slipped… I saw a prompt for this either on here or P interest and this kind of happened. I hope y’all enjoy it. Let me know what you think! x R


“Harry. No.” You protested.

“Come on, Babe. It’s perfect.” Your eyes trained back onto the subject of your argument: a beaten down, falling apart, shack of a house. You and Harry had been dating for about three years now and wanted to start making a home for yourselves. Harry insisted that he wanted to buy a house, one that wasn’t another million dollar mansion in the hills. He wanted a new house for you and him, to “start new”, he had claimed.

“It’s a true fixer-upper, Y/N.” He pleaded, his eyes wide. He knew all about your weakness to his puppy eyes.

“It would fall over if the wind blew. It’s not worth it.” You contended, but even you knew you were about to give in. He only solidified that fact when he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Just think of all the amazing memories we could make in there. It’s a blank canvas, babe. Let’s paint it with you and me.” You let out a chuckle before you begrudgingly nodded your head. His lips turned up into the most beautiful smile as he let out a very unmanly squeal.

“Really?!” You just nodded again, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend. He could either be the most romantic, artistic, man on the planet or a true five year old.

As Harry went to go tell the realtor you were going to take it, you glanced back at the “house.”

“This is going to be a lot of work.” You huffed at the house and tilted your head, trying to picture it as your home.

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I am Spiderman -Tom Holland

A/N: I kind of got carried away, this is totally what my father did when I was little and asked him a question! FLUUUUUUFF and stuff

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You were sitting on the couch, Toms arm wrapped around you and you were watching a movie. He placed a kiss on your temple every now and then and you went up and down his thigh with your fingertips.

“If you keep doing that we’ll have to take this into the bedroom, darling.”, he said into your ear his voice muffled because of your hair. You looked up woth a smirk to say something when you got interrupted.

“Mom? Dad!”

“Livingroom honey!”, you yelled back and a couple seconds later your ten yesr old daughter was standing infront of you. “I’ve got this homework. Could you help me out?”, she asked sitting down on the carpet and placing her exercise book on the coffeetable. “Of course. What is it?”, Tom asked and looked over her shoulder.

“So there are questions I have to answer and some of them are about my parents. So how did you guys meet?”, she asked and took her pen ready to write her sentence.

“Well.”, Tom started and you closed your mouth leaving him to tell her. “It was around the time where I started shooting spiderman…”

*** Flashback***

Friday - 6:55

Every morning started the same. Exact same time. You took your keys, shoulderd your bag and closed the door behind you, leaving your parents house. A black car drove down the street while you took off to the bus stop where you hopped on the bus 207. Your ride lasting 12 minutes, you were down town at 7:07. It took you about 15 minutes to walk to the café where you were working. So you walked into the Hots'n Buns at 7:22, making the bell above the door ring painfully loud. Right about then Mrs.Walker walked by you like every morning. She had grey puffy hair, was about 4"11 and had round glasses on her nose. “Morning me lady.”, you greeted her and tapped your imaginery hat and she smile back at you. “Right about time.”, she joked and you chuckled. “7:22. As always Mrs.Walker.”, you said walking past her into the kitchen. You entered the kitchen at 7:25 and took your cooking apron off the hook and put it on. “Hiya.”, Maddy greeted you while hanging her own apron back. “What’s up? Something new?”, you asked and she shrugged. “No newbies. Suit-Man two coffees. Perl-lady 5 buns. Mrs. Walker two Baguettes…”, she said and took a deep breath.

“And hoodie-boy two croissants and one large black coffee.”, you both said simultanously and grinned at each other.

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”, she said and I nodded.

“7:25 you know it!”, I yelled because she was already going out the door.

At exactly 7:30 you were standing at the counter ready to take in the orders. You were known by the staff and the customers for your punctuality. It was just a thing that you tried to keep up. For no exact reason but it was fun. Exactly 8 hours later you hung your apron back and took your stuff to get out of the Café.

***

You didn’t know if you got jinxed or something because the next morning you woke up late. Only 10 minutes but very important 10 minutes. Meaning: You’d be late. You didn’t get to have breakfast, you missed your bus and had to take 305 to get to town. It was already 7:17 when you got down town and it was 7:32 when the bell above the door rang. Was it more annoying this morning or was it just your nerves? You did not get to meet Mrs.Walker with her two baguettes and her genuine smile. Which was bad enough. So it was 7:35 when you entered the kitchen where Maddy was waiting with her hands on her hips. You shot her a glare and she threw her hands in the air.

“Don’t say nothin’”, you said obviously pissed off and she shook her head.

“You held it up for three years. That’s somthing.”, she said and you shot her another glare.

“I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”, she defended herself and added,“It’s only 10 minutes. Everybody comes 10 minutes late.”

“Not me.”, you growled and pushed the door open to the counter. You wrote Jessica that she could come 10 minutes later because you would stay in ten minutes longer. No one expected that from you but it was your punishment for yourself. Not that you needed it.

Because everything went wrong that day. Only because of 10 damn minutes. Three people complained about their coffee which you couldn’t understand. And then while making coffee for them again the coffee machine went off on you. It just did nothing. So no coffee for already annoyed customers. One woman didn’t pay enough. You saw it, she ran away, you had to pay the rest because you wanted to keep the job. Otherwise your manager would flip his shit. And last but not least: A tiny human being, also called child, decided to drop his cup right before you walked by their table and you slipped on his drink, landing directly in the puddle of ice-tea.

It was after 15:30. Normally you would be gone just now but not today. The lunch rush was over and it was quiet in the Café so you took your chance to repair the coffee machine. You didn’t know how long you worked on it but as soon as you made it work the bell rang. Your back was faced to the room so you didn’t know who came in. “Yes!”, you said triumphantly to yourself and threw your fist into the air. “Hello there. Same as always, please.”, you heared someone say to you with an english accent and you turned around to look at him. “Huh.”, you said and put your hands on your hips. There he was. A young man, probably as old as you, in a black hoodie. He had the kindest brown eyes you’ve had ever seen and it made you smile. “I-I’m sorry, what?”, you asked after he raised a brow and smiled back.

“Oh sorry. I thought you were Jessica!”, he said and shook his head apologetically. Why on earth did he know Jessica? No offense. “What?”, you asked again and facepalmed yourself in your mind for sounding so dumb. “Sorry, you must be new here. I’ve never seen you here before. I’ll have a Latté and a Brownie please.”, he ordered again and smiled but you didn’t think of moving and raised a brow at him.

“No I’m quite old. You probably come in here for the first time.”, you suggested and put the Brownie into a paperbag. “Actually I’ve been coming here for the last year everyday.”, he said with a grin.

“Name?”, you asked with a small grin on your lips as you took a cup and a pen to write his name.

“Tom.”

“Well Tom. I’ve been working here for three years and I’ve never seen you around.”, you said while writing his name.

“What a shame.”, he teased you and you looked up immediatly to see him smirk.

“Which means you always came in too late. After I ended my shift.”, you said and put the cup into the coffee machine.

“Naaah. I’ve been coming in everyday exactly at 15:36. Punctuality thing of mine.”, he said and you looked at him over your shoulder. It hit you right then that you always missed this cutie for a year because you always left at exactly 15:30. Everyday.

“Well it’s your lucky day then. Cause I came in late today and thus I had to work longer.”, you explained and took the coffee off the machine. “You’re welcome.”, I smiled at him putting the coffee down on the counter. “Thank you.”, he chuckled and took the coffee into his other hand. He looked at you for a longer time and then shook his head lightly still smiling.

“Alright. I gotta go.”, he said and you nodded. “Off you go.”, you said and smiled back. “See ya.”, he said and turned his back on you and walked towards the door. “If you come in earlier, maybe.”, you called after him and you were sure that you heared him laugh. You checked the time when he went out the door. 15:40. That was your call. You went into the kitchen and changed shifts with Jessica who came in earlier. “Did you see Tom? What a babe am I right? I’ve been trying to get his number for a year now. Do you think he noticed?”, she asked you while you were hanging your apron back on the hook. “We’ve had a chat. But not about you, sorry.”, you said and shrugged. While you walked out of the kitchen with your normal clothes on, Jessica walked to the counter. Right about then you bumped into a chest because you were checking your phone.

“Sorry.”, you both apologized at the same time. Realising the voice your head shot up and you looked into those beutiful brown eyes. “Hey.”, he smiled.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here? Problem with the coffee? People been complaining all day. Thought I fixed the darn thing.”, you said and looked at his cup of coffee.

“No! No. I just…forgot the sugar. And, you know…”, he said and I shook my head.

“I actually don’t know. Are we out of sugar? Are you gonna complain about that? Look man,my shift is over. You can give your compl…”, you started but he cut you off.

“No! No complaint. Jesus. What happened today?”, he laughed and you huffed in relieve. “A lot.”, you chuckled.

“So I actually came back cause…I felt dumb. For not asking for your name.”, he said insecurely and you laughed out loud. He looked taken aback for a sec and you gathered yourself together immediatly.

“You came back for that?”

“Yeah?”, he said now unsure.

“Why don’t you call the number I wrote on the cup, Sugar.”, you said and pointed at his cup. “Wha-…ohmygod.”, he blurted out and sighed. His cheeks blushed and I chuckled. You looked down and saw just then his weird looking red boots. “Hey! What’s up with those?”, you asked and pointed at his feet. His head shot up immediatly and he looked horrofied. “I gotta go! Sorry, I’ll call to ask for your name!”, he called while running out of the café.

“Y/N!”, you yelled after him, not reslly sure if he heared it or not.

***Now***

“So…you guys met in a café?”, your daughter said after Tom finished his detailled story and his mouth dropped which made you laugh. “Yes sweetie.”, you answered for him and watched how she wrote down ‘They met in s café’.

“Isn’t that a little minimalist of you to…”, Tom started with an offended look on his face but you cut him off.

“You’re doing great Rose. Anything else?”, you chuckled but she shook her head, so her brown locks bounced up and down. “Go finish your homework then. We’ll go out for dinner later.”, you told her and she got excited.

“Can we get McDonalds?!”, she exclaimed and raised her hands. “It’s Daddys turn to decide.”, you said and looked over to Tom who was still shocked. “And…he will tell you after you finish your homework.”, you added after seeing that he wouldn’t answer. She took off with her book and you shook your head still laughing.

“We met in café…We met in a CAFÉ?”, he sighed after she was gone and you let yourself fall onto your back and held your belly laughing. “That’s what she got? I’m gonna have to have a talk with her.”, he said and you playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up!”, you said and he looked at you. “What are you laughing at?”, he said with raised brows.

“She asked you how we met. Not our whole dating life.”, you teased him and sat back up. “I didn’t tell her about what we did at our second date.”, he teased you back and you raised a brow. “I can’t quite recall that?”

“I’ll show you, Sugar.”, he said and leaned in to kiss you. You placed your hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He put his hands on your waist and let his fingers gently slide under your shirt.

“I’m done! Ew gross!” The voice of your daughter made you jump apart. You looked at eachother in disbelief and Tom broke the silence. “Daddy wanted to show you what Mommy and…”, he started but you muffled his voice by pressing your hand on his mouth. “Tom!”, you said in disbelief and looked up at your daughter. “Go get your coat Rose. We’ll be there in a sec.”, you told her and she took off again.

“You’re unbelievable.”, you said and took your hand off his mouth.

“I am Spiderman.”, he smirked.

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