cob salad

Good morning, lovelies! I have work this morning, and it’s going well. It’s a gorgeous Sunday and it seems like everyone is headed to the beach!

Once I leave work, I get to go home and put some shorts on! I’m going to get the kids outside and do some yardwork for today’s workout. Nothing like good old fashioned manual labor to get your heart pumping.

I think I have to stop at the grocery store first. Maybe grab a steak, corn on the cob, and salad fixings. It’s a great day for a cookout!

I'm Y/N, an Angel of the Lord. (TFW x Angel!Reader)

Summary: Y/N, angel of the Lord comes across three certain people…

So many years… So many years Y/N had been in this small town. It was somewhere in Wisconsin. To tell you the truth, she couldn’t even really remember how long she’d been there.

Currently she was waitressing the only diner in town. That’s what she had been doing for a very long time now. After leaving Heaven and being assigned to look after the people of this town, she had made it her number one priority to be sure to get to know everyone who lived there. Just about everyone who lived in that town came to the diner, so getting to know them was easy. To everyone else, she was just a regular person, or at least she looked like one. She even acted like one too since she had been there for so long.

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You just can’t go wrong with sweet potatoes, corn on the cob and salad for dinner // I managed to get a 40 minute yoga session in today for the first time in a long time and it felt AMAZING. I’m going to have to organise my schedule properly before go back to study next week so that I can make sure that I fit in yoga, study and my bbg workouts around baby. Feeling a bit overwhelmed but I’m also feeling like I can do this 👊

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Happy Together

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: T, Word Count: 690
Fluff, Oblivious Stiles, POV Stiles

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For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Backyard Grilling

As Stiles pushes open the door and steps into the house, he has to resist the urge to yell “honey, I’m home!”, like he does every time. Instead, he just calls out Derek’s name. There’s no answer. Stiles steps further into the house, kicking of his shoes as he goes.

‘Derek?’ he calls out again.

‘I’m out back!’ Derek finally responds.

Stiles quickly walks through to the back door. There, he comes to a stop. It still takes him by surprise sometimes how normal Derek can be. The man is standing by the grill, wearing an apron over tan bermuda shorts and a white tank top, flip flops on his feet. Derek turns to him with a bright smile.

‘I’ve got steak, corn on the cob, and there’s potato salad on the table,’ Derek says, pointing to the table on the back porch.

Stiles tears his eyes away from the happy, relaxed Derek to where the table is set. It looks cozy, with a striped tablecloth, drinks already poured, and even some flowers in a little vase.

‘Corn’s almost done,’ Derek says, seemingly oblivious to the fondness welling up in Stiles’ chest. ‘The steak needs a little longer.’

‘Okay.’ Stiles has no idea what else to say. He wishes he could bottle up this moment and take it with him everywhere, to take it out whenever he feels sad, or when Derek feels sad.

‘Stiles, you okay?’ Derek is suddenly right in front of him, pressing a hand to his forehead. ‘Your heart’s going haywire. How long have you been out in the sun?’

Stiles bats his hands away.

‘I’m not having heatstroke. It’s just—‘ Stiles looks for the right words that don’t give too much away about his feelings. ‘I just like seeing you happy.’

‘Oh.’ A faint blush colours Derek’s cheeks. He smiles shyly up at Stiles from under his eyebrows. ‘Well, I am happy. The weather’s great. My date showed up in time. We’re—‘

‘Date?’ Stiles squeaks out. This is a date? How did he not know this was a date? Is this their first date? Please let it be the first. When did Derek even ask him?

‘Yes, a date,’ Derek says. ‘And this is our second date. The first date was the movies. Remember? I asked if you wanted to go on a date the day before,’ he continues, because apparently Stiles just said all of that out loud.

‘You used the word “date”?’ Stiles ask, just to be sure.


‘Oh my g—‘ Stiles buries his face in his hands. Of all the moments for his brain to go off track, it was when Derek finally asked him out on a date.

‘You do want to date me, right?’ Derek asks.

When Stiles looks up, he sees a look of uncertainty on Derek’s face.

‘God yes,’ he says. He pulls Derek close by the front of his apron. Derek smells like sunscreen and barbecue. ‘Can I kiss you now? Because we have three days of kissing to make up for.’

‘Do you really think we’d have been kissing for the entire three days?’ Derek asks sceptically.

‘Well, maybe not just kissing,’ Stiles grins.

Derek raises his eyebrows in agreement, then closes the distance between them.

Kissing Derek feels better than Stiles could have ever imagined. Derek’s stubble makes the skin around his lips more sensitive. Derek’s lips are soft, but move strongly against Stiles’ own. Derek is a little taller, and Stiles keeps going over the pros and cons of standing on his toes or tilting his head up. He chooses for standing on his toes so he can wrap his arms around Derek’s neck and pull him even closer. A soft sigh escapes Derek’s lips, and Stiles can feel it tingling all over his body.

Derek is the one to pull back first, though he doesn’t look very pleased about it.

‘I have to watch the food.’

‘I’ll watch with you,’ Stiles says.

He follows Derek to the grill, then wraps his arms around the man’s waist underneath the apron, presses himself against Derek’s back, and makes himself at home.

Remember that time when I made the cob salad and everyone was like ‘Damn Jack! You’re cob salad is the best!’?. I remember, it was the day I finally realized I was good at making cob salads and then everyone came to my birthday party and said I was the best. I was only 10 at the time. I know what you’re thinking, a 10 year old making cob salad? That’s crazy! That’s nuts! There’s no nuts in a cob salad. Or is there? I don’t know 'cause I’ve never actually made cob salad. I was lying to you all this time. That was a lesson in not believing everything you hear. You know what I’m saying because I don’t anymore..

Jacksepticeye, Ben and Ed #3

Jack’s  rambling can be really hilarious. lmao