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The Kids Are Alright - Part 8

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

Summary: Stiles is a single dad just trying to raise his little girl right. You’re a single mom in a new town doing your best to stay up with a rambunctious toddler. When your kids become friends on the first day of kindergarten, where will it lead you and Stiles?

Author’s Note: It’s here! I hope you like this part, I worked really hard on it. Feedback is much appreciated! Sorry in advance for all the feels ;) Enjoy!

Warnings: Language; ANGST; lots of feels

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Balancing the plate of cookies in one hand, I used the other to knock on the door, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet as I waited. Thudding steps sounded from inside and within a few seconds, the door was opening to reveal Derek, a smile crossing his features when our eyes met.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Really good actually,” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. “Uh- I thought I’d bring these over for you.” I held the plate out to him. “Henry and I made them after dinner tonight and we had plenty of extra so…”

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Y’Know, You’re Awful Cute (Reader x McCree)

((I know you didn’t specifically ask for this to be a fic, but heck I got carried away. This is actually the first fic I’ve written on this blog, being a new mod and all. I hope you enjoy it!))

It was early in the morning at the Overwatch headquarters, and you were the first to arrive, as usual. That was alright, though, you enjoyed tidying up the place before anyone else had arrived; they always complimented you on how nice it looked, saying things like “You’re quite the overachiever” and “I’m glad we recruited you”. Something seemed wrong when you had come in, though. There was a strong, musty scent in the air, and a few more bottles of whiskey laying around than usual. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, and your mind couldn’t help but race with what could have happened last night.

You gathered two bottles from the table and turned around to collect more, but a dark shape against the wall caught your eye. You turned your head and saw a body sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, head facing straight up, legs out in different directions, surrounded by various types of alcohol bottles and cans. You were so startled by this that you dropped one of the bottles you were holding on the floor, causing it to shatter loudly and the person who was passed out on the floor to wake with a jolt and jerk their head around frantically.

Once you had steadied your breathing and gotten over your initial shock, you recognized the person as Jesse McCree, one of your allies in Overwatch. Although, “ally” was putting it lightly. Over the year-and-a-half that you had been a part of Overwatch, you had developed a crush on the cowboy.

McCree had come to his senses and realized you were in the room with him. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and attempted to greet you.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). I forgot you worked mornin’ shift around here,” McCree joked, rubbing his face as he began to stand up. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear to you that something had happened last night. You knew McCree was a fan of the occasional bottle of whiskey, but this was the most bottles you had ever seen.

“Are you okay?” you asked as you put the bottles you were holding back onto the table and walked over to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, darlin’,” he said to you, leaning against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol, which made you hold your nose. “Just a little tired.”

“McCree, are you…” You hesitated. It felt wrong to flat out ask if he was drunk. You tried to find a way to reword your question. “Did you stay here last night?”

McCree, leaning against the wall and smiled at you with the dopiest grin you had ever seen. “Eeyup, had myself a lil party. Guess I got carried away,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I sure had a blast. Man, was that tiring…” he began to fall, but you caught him before he could embrace the floor. You nearly fell over with him, but luckily he was able to stand with your support.

“Come on, McCree, let’s get you to bed,” you sighed, and began to walk with him, his arm slung over your shoulders and your arm around his waist. You were leading him to the infirmary, thinking that he would be able to rest in one of the spare beds.

You walked in silence, when suddenly you hear him say, “Y’know, you’re awful cute when you’re determined.” The compliment caught you off guard, but you brushed it off as the alcohol talking, and kept looking forward. But he continued to speak. “When you first came here, I wasn’t too sure about you. I admit, I can be a bit cold on newbies, especially with how many wannabes we’ve had. But you…” He stopped, and you looked at him. You were shocked to see a deep sorrow in his eyes as he gazed at the floor. “You’re so determined to make a change, (Y/N). And you always have so much optimism. I don’t know how I even found the will to fight before you joined us.” He looked at you and smiled, but this time, it was a sincere, wholehearted smile that made your heart begin pounding.

“You… you’re my reason to fight, (Y/N).”

You had reached the infirmary, and McCree had sat down on one of the beds. You looked down, too nervous to meet his eyes. “Do you… do you really mean that?”

He grabbed your hand, and you looked up at him, seeing in his eyes a sincerity that could not be denied. “Of course I mean… I get it, you think it’s the booze messin’ up my sense, but it’s not. I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, and I hate that it had to be like this, but I love you. I wanna be with you.”

Your throat tightened. It was hard to believe this was happening. You were at a loss for words, so all you could do was nod your head and smile. McCree understood what you meant, and he smiled back. He let go of your hand and laid down, but as you turned to leave, he said, “Wait.”

You turned back around and it seemed as if his melancholy had returned. He patted the empty space beside him, letting you know he wanted you with him. How could you refuse?

You laid down next to him, your faces inches away. He brushed your hair aside and kissed your forehead, and you realized how incredibly warm he felt. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, and you put your hand on your face. Both of you were lost in each other’s eyes, before his began closing, and yours, a sudden fatigue coming over you, followed suit. Soon, you were both fast asleep, dreaming together in each other’s embrace.

-Mod Galaxy

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend me good studyblrs? I'm new here

Hello! And welcome haha, this community is really great so I hope you’ll enjoy your time here. Oh gosh studyblrs.. I really admire @nag-aaral because her bullet journal is very beautiful, and very aesthetically pleasing. I also really like @sushi-studies ( handwriting goals man ) and @birdkostudies has become my latest obsession! @yoonisstudying has a beautiful blog too and I love seeing her posts. I can be quite picky with who I follow though, because I don’t like having too messy a dash, but beautiful notes are my  w e a k n e s s  !  There are so many people I wish I was closer to in the community ^__^

                       anyhow, I would love to get more people to follow too, so if you want to recc people/yourself 
                       feel free to reply to this post! I hope studying goes well .:*・°☆

anonymous asked:


Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random! || Always Accepting

I’m doin’ three per heart so here we go.

@reigningwiidow - Um stephy is only the sweetest?? Like the way she approached me most recently was via a Charlie and the Chocolate factory quote and they are seriously the best. If you aren’t following her what are you doing with your life???

@cxldlightxfday - The only Shane Lu will ever love. But no seriously the mun is hella amazing and like we don’t talk much, especially with my anxiety being as fucked as it is lately, but I know he’s there and I hope he knows I’m there too if he ever needs anyone <3 If you are following Lu and not her sweetie, there is something seriously wrong rn.

@corolnmaggiesweets - So this babe is like one of my best friends like, @imnxtscared and I talk to them every day on rabb.it. Their blog is pretty new but they are hella fantastic and Kassie is honestly a sweetheart. WARNING THO, SHE IS LEGIT SOUTHERN AND HAS THAT SOUTHERN SASS AND ACCENT. SHE WILL STEAL YO GIRL.

@ancthermcnster - has literally been adopted by Lucille. No. you can’t have him back. Nina is amazing and we yell at eachother partially in character partially out of character all the time and like??? I’m so comfortable with them I love our crack and all of our actual threads like omg don’t get me stARTED ON TWIN THREADS UGH. And then the relationship that is slowly growing with Carl and Lu is so damned sweet like they deserve this like Familial bond tbh. They’ve both been through too much.

@mothergrimes - This babe is a real sweetie but i’m sO intimidated like. I’m worried I will never be able to compare to them so I’m just 100% gonna stalk her forever and if you guys aren’t following her you are missing out on koalatea right there.

@imnxtscared - ew gross get her away from me
But no shilo is fantastic and i might be a tiny bit biased, but I legitimately love every muse she takes on? Shilo puts a lot of passion into all of their muses and every verse and reply. It makes me really eager to read all of her replies. I will always follow all of my babe’s blogs <3

A New Type Of War

So, in honor of changing my blog a lot and focusing on writing a bit more, I figured I’d post my short story that got published in 2015 called A New Type Of War. I wrote this story after the issue with the Confederate flag in my home state of South Carolina, and after driving past the protests, it scared me so much that I wrote a 5-page story about it. That proceeded to be published in an anthology of short stories. I will warn you though, this is a story I wrote when I was 16, and it’s only had minor changes to the actual story itself. But if you’d still like to read it, please continue, and I hope you enjoy A New Type Of War!

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.