A soft reddie au

-Eddie owns a little corner flower shop. He offers coffee and tea to all his customers and listens to their problems as he arranges their orders

-His favorite regular is Bill, who always comes in for a custom bouquet on Saturday mornings and tells him all about this boy he’s been on five Saturday afternoon dates with–well, now it’s six

-One day, the empty shop across the street is suddenly renovated and turned into a tattoo parlor run by some guy named Richie

-In favor of flowers who’s beauty is short-lived, Eddie stays on his side of the street. Tattoos are so barbaric and immature, not to mention permanent 

-But a week later, Richie shows up in his doorway

-The two are like night and day: Eddie with his pastel apron covering his pristine white collared shirt, and Richie with his old Guns N’ Roses t-shirt and an arm littered in a sleeve of black ink

-”A client of mine wants a tattoo on her ribs of a dahlia and I don’t know what the fuck a dahlia is”

-So Eddie begrudgingly shows him, even handing him the pink blossom free of charge

-Richie thanks him, saying how he’ll try his best not to fall in love with him after “this obvious token of your admiration” as he heads back to his side of the street

-But this slowly becomes a constant thing. Richie keeps bringing new names of flowers clients want, Eddie provides one for free, and Richie says some stupid joke about Eddie courting him before he leaves

-Eddie doesn’t realize until Richie doesn’t come across the street for a week that he kind of likes the tattooed boy who lounges up against the orchids in his doorway and thanks him like he really means it

-He decides one morning to start leaving a single flower up against the tattoo parlor door, a tulip

-A few days later, Richie is sat on the flower shop’s doorstep at the crack of dawn, waiting for Eddie to show up and to show him the tulip tattoo on his forearm

-Within a couple months, Richie’s arm slowly becomes more and more filled with flowers, always asking Eddie to choose

-Eddie finally has someone to tell Bill about instead every Saturday morning, just before Richie crosses the street for their daily coffee date

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Roman and Virgil walk in on tiny Logan rolling around on the couch laughing and giggling because turns out he finds Patton's dad jokes hilarious and Patton just won't stop with the puns now that he knows this

It had all started after breakfast. Roman and Virgil had left him with Tiny Logan, an arrangement that suited him just fine. They had settled on the couch to watch some documentary about space that he honestly wasn’t fully following.

Then he turned to Logan and said “Hey kiddo, how does the solar system take it’s medicine?”. Logan had turned to look at him, a puzzled from on his face. Adorable.

“How, Pat-pat?”

“IntraVENUSly!” There was a beat of silence, and he waited for Logan’s usual groan, but instead he got a peal of delighted laughter! Logan fell back against the couch, giggling helplessly.

“Again, Pat-pat, again!” Little Logan turned to focus on him, his eyes wide and happy, a hopeful smile on his face, and Patton could FEEL his heart melting. His little Logan wanted Dad jokes?!

Patton spent the rest of the morning telling all his favorite jokes (most of which he’d used before and Adult Logan had despised) all of which got rounds of laughter and applause from Little Logan.

After one particularly good giggle fest, he couldn’t contain his curiosity. “Lo lo, why are you laughing at these? You usually don’t find these funny.”

“Nooooo, Pat-pat’s jokes always funny! But grown ups don’t laugh.” Logan’s smile, which had been beaming so brightly before now dimmed a little, and Patton was almost sorry he’d asked. Almost.

“Hey, Logan. How did the hipster scientist get burned?”


“Because he touched the beaker BEFORE it was cool!” That set off another round of giggles, and just then Virgil and Roman walked in.

“What’s got Dexter’s Lab in such a tizzy, Padre?” Roman asked, casually draping himself on the other side of the still laughing child.

“It’s Dad and the Nerd. Do you really want to know?” Virgil smirked as he folded himself into the armchair across from them.

“Pat-pat was tellin’ me jokes!!! He’s weally funny!” Logan enthusiastically hugged Patton by throwing his arms around his middle and squeezing. Patton couldn’t have wiped the smile off his face if he tried.

“Turns out, Logan loves Dad jokes. He’s been holding out on us!” He took this opportunity to wiggle his fingers into Logan’s ribs, causing the tiny side to squirm and laugh.

And if you don’t think Patton upped his Dad Joke game when Logan became an adult again, just to see the quick flash of amusement in his eyes before he hid it away, you are crazy.

Every morning when I wake up, my mother sees my dead looking eyes and asks “what’s wrong?”
And every morning I tell her,
“Nothing at all”
After all, nothing is wrong. The moon is still revolving around earth, and earth is still revolving around the sun. The birds are still chirping, this city is still buzzing.
And this is how life is supposed to be isn’t it? Sometimes soul mates aren’t meant to be together, sometimes one becomes unhealthy for the other. So you move on, find new people to love and you never allow yourself to wonder
“will I ever love anyone else I meet the same way I loved them?”
But I’m an over thinker, and that question is always on the back of mind.
“will I ever really be able to move on?”
“If nothing is wrong, then why do you have that look on your face?” my mother asks again.
And I don’t know what else to do except to shrug at her and walk away.
Because nothing is wrong.
Nothing is wrong, but I still wake up half dazed because I would rather be in dreamland than in a reality that refuses to acknowledge my pain.
Nothing is wrong, yet my chest is always tight and there’s a constant imaginary lump in my throat; just on the verge of crying but not quite there.
Nothing is wrong at all, but I suck at goodbyes; and even more so at talking about it.
Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either.
—  and life goes on, apparently. // a.b
Payback. /Jeff Hardy imagine

Summary: You get revenge on your boyfriend, Jeff, for dumping water on you. Then he gets revenge on you for getting revenge on him.

Rating: PG-13

Authors note: Perhaps a part 2 depending on how this one goes? Anyways, request are open!! I write for any superstar or diva of your choosing. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” I kept repeating to myself as I ran down the hotel hallway, a can of silly string in my hand. I really don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. I did a quick glance behind me, and seen my loving boyfriend of 3 years, running to kill me. He was covered from head to toe in bright blue silly string. Usually he wouldn’t be upset, but since he just got out of the shower and was getting dressed for a fan meet and greet, he was pretty pissed. You know what, let me go back to this morning and tell you how all of this came to play.

-Earlier today-

“Y/N!! Wake up! We have to be downstairs and meet up with Dean and Renee in an hour!” Jeff said, shaking me awake. “Baaaaaby, let me sleep. You kept me up all night.” I whined, turning my back towards him and burying my face deeper into the pillow. “If you’re not up in 5 minutes, a bucket of ice cold water is going to rain down upon you.” Jeff warned, crossing his arms. “I’m sure it will, babe.” I said sarcastically, knowing he wouldn’t dare do anything like that. Jeff just shrugged his shoulders, walking to get the ice bucket.

He opened the door, and made his way to the ice machine. “Whatcha doing, dude?” A familiar voice said behind him. He turned around and was faced with one of his close friends, Roman. “Y/N is refusing to wake up, so I’m going to pour some ice water on her.” Jeff replied, pushing the button on the ice machine. He looked down at the ice bucket as it filled about halfway up. Roman just laughed, shaking his head at the crazy man. “Dude, she’s going to absolutely kill you.” Jeff nodded at his response, and picked up the ice bucket. “I gave her a warning.” He implied, lifting his free hand up in defense. “Well it was really nice knowing you, man.” Roman joked, patting Jeff on the shoulder before turning around and walking away, leaving Jeff to his awaiting murder.

Jeff slide his key card into the door, and quietly opened in. He glanced at the bed, and seen that I was still sound asleep. Closing the door quietly, wincing when it made a loud creak, causing me to slightly shift in the bed. He made his way over to the sink, and filled the remaining space of the ice bucket with water. “I know I’m gonna die, but at least I lived a somewhat okay life.” He silently thought in his head. As he approached the bed, he gently pulled the blanket off of my torso, leaving me in just a black tank top. He took a deep breath, and turned the bucket upset down. The freezing cold water landed all over my chest, causing me to wake up rather quickly.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed loudly, kicking the rest of the covers off of my legs. “I told you to get up, my love.” He said nonchalantly, as if he didn’t do anything wrong. I jumped out of the bed, and stopped angrily to the bathroom. “You will rue this day, Hardy! Rue it! I will get you back!” I shouted at him as I slammed the bathroom door shut, and turned on the hot shower. Just then, there were two bangs on the wall in the hotel room beside ours. “Told ya, buddy!” Roman said through the wall, sending Jeff into a fit of laughter.

-Present time-

Understand now? He deserved it. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t see this coming considering Renee helped me pick out the color when we went to Target earlier today. What was I doing again? Oh yeah, running for my life. I quickly ran up to the elevator, frantically pushing the ‘up’ button. I kept and kept and kept slamming my finger into the button, and looking behind me for Jeff. He was just behind me, but all of a sudden, he was gone. That made me more scared than anything. The elevator door finally opened, and I quickly darted inside of it, pushing the ‘8th’ floor button. I was going to go hideout in Matt and Reby’s room. “Fuck, I hope Jeff didn’t take the stairs.” I said to myself, tapping my foot against the elevator floor impatiently.

The elevator dinged, signaling I was on the 8th floor. I darted out of the elevator, and went running down the hallway, almost tripping on my own two feet. “Reby! Matt! Reby! Matt!” I kept repeating as my hands were banging on the door. I continued to look from side to side for Jeff, but there was no sight of him. After what seemed like 45 minutes, I heard someone on the other side of the door twist the lock on the door to unlock it. A sense of relief washed through me as I thought I was safe. The door opened slowly, and can you guess who was standing there?

It was Jeff. It looked like he cleaned up a bit, which was good. There wasn’t as much silly string on him as before. He was standing there smiling, knowing he finally caught me. My eyes went wide, and I dropped the can of silly string. I turned around to try and make a run for it, but he pulled my arm and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. “Oh no no no, little missy. You’re not going anywhere.” He said, shutting the door to his traitor of a brothers room. “You’re fucked!” I heard Matt yell as the door closed, sighing because I knew he was right.

Jeff began walking down the hallway to the elevator, his right arm was wrapped around my hips as I was still on his shoulder. After all that running, I’m way to lazy to try and get out of it. He won, and that was that. “So princess, you do know that you’re so in for it when we get back to the room, right?” Jeff finally broke the silence as he stood there waiting for the elevator to come up. I nodded my head, “Actually we have a meet and greet, so ha!” Jeff chucked slightly, stepping into the elevator and finally putting me back on my own two feet.

As the elevator door closed, Jeff pushed me to the elevator wall. Grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above me. Oh god, it’s rough Jeff tonight. I absolutely love rough Jeff, but lord knows I won’t be walking tomorrow. He leaned down, and whispered into my ear, “Meet and greet isn’t until 7. I have plenty of time to do what I want with you.” He pressed his body closer to mine, as he began to place sloppy wet kisses on my neck. A few seconds later, the elevator dinged once more. Jeff pulled me out of the elevator and lead me down to our hotel room. I knew I was about to be punished for what I did, but damn. I couldn’t wait.

anonymous asked:

Omg you're such a good writer! I've literally just binged a load of your fics and decided I just had to put in a request haha Would you do a Thor x RC fic where they are making out and Thor holds the reader so tight it leaves bruises. He feels super guilty and maybe even avoids her for a while but eventually she finds him and convinces him she trusts him and she's not hurt etc. Thank you so much sweetie!

Pairing: Thor x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: smut + angst

A/N: omg thank you soooo much for that compliment! I hope you enjoyed what you’ve read! and I hope you enjoy this one as well! I decided to extend the make out session to something more! hope that’s alright with you!


You laughed against his lips when he picked you up and carried you like a bride over the threshold of the door to his room.

He walked over to the bed and laid you down. You opened your legs so he could lie between them and then you continued to kiss passionately.

You didn’t know what came over him, but he suddenly started and wouldn’t stop. Not that you were complaining.

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Momma Rosita Pt. 2

This is based on @igottab-bbc idea of Johnny calling Rosita Mom, but with my own spin on it. Enjoy!


He’d been staying with Rosita and her family for at least a month now since his dad went to jail and Rosita had decided to have Johnny stay with her and the rest of her family, and they have been nothing, but nice and accepting. It wasn’t as bad as one would seem, when Johnny first moved in he was woken up by at least ten of the piglets, Rosita had scolded them and apologized, but Johnny said it was fine and now it’s part of his morning routine. The kids would usually with call him Johnny, or big brother, or a combination of the two, it warmed his heart and made him smile. Norman greeted him with a smile and a pat on the back, at First he was worried that Norman didn’t like him, but Rosita explained that he’s never been the most vocal animal, that did calm his nerves. Rosita’s the same at rehearsals as she as at home, she makes sure everyone’s doing ok and is taking care of them. She reminds Johnny when to go to bed, eating, and made sure he checked in with her before he goes out and tells her where he’s going exactly, just in case. Johnny’s never felt more at home before.

That day Johnny had been planning on going out to hang out with Meena, she was going to show him how to make muffins, he asked her if she could help him make them so he could give them to Rosita and the family to show his appreciation. After the wake up call from the piglets, he got ready in the bathroom real quick, got changed and headed downstairs, a few of the kids were already downstairs eating their cereal sleepily, but happily waiting for the others to come down, as he passed by he said good morning, in response the kids hummed, their mouths filled with their breakfast. Johnny smiles and reaches for an apple and taking a big bite out of it, he chewed happily as he leaned against the counter, waiting for Rosita to come down, so he could tell her his plans for later that evening. She doesn’t usually come downstairs until all the kids are, that’s to make sure everyone’s done getting ready before breakfast. Johnny watches as the kids start to come down the stairs in single file, signaling Rositas appearance after the last piglet, walking right behind the last one, and Norman trailing behind her.

“Good morning my darlings.” Rosita greets as she reaches the last step.

“Morning mommy!” They all tell back, then go back to laughing and talking to each other.

Rosita smiles and Norman kisses her cheek as he heads off I the other direction to gather his things for work.

“Good morning Johnny.” Rosita smiles at him and turns to the sink and turns on the radio so the only noise she hears isn’t just the kids and their chaos.

“Mornin’ Mum.” Johnny’s about to take the last bite of his apple, but stops hearing the words he just said, his eyes widen.

Rosita stops short, wondering if she’s heard him right, a confused look on her face she turns to look at him, and he looks just as shocked as she is.

“I’m sorry.” He says immediately under Rositas stare, he quickly throws his Apple away. “It was an accident.”

“No, sweetie, I don’t mi-” Rosita begins quickly as to ease his nerves, but Johnny is already speed walking out of the house.

“Won’t ‘appen again!” He yells as he gets to the the door.

“It’s,” Johnny slams the door shut, “okay.” Rosita finishes to herself staring at the door with a blank face

Norman comes walking into the room with his briefcase in hand. “Did I just hear the door slam?” He asks

“Yeah,” Rosita says still looking at the door, “Johnny just left.”

“Oh,” Norman looks at the door than at Rosita, reading her blank expression, “what happened?” He asks another question.

This time Rosita slowly turns her head towards her husband, the faintest smile on her lips. “He called me mom.”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.” Johnny berated himself as he hit the wheel multiple times as he drove towards Meena’s house desperately needing to leave.
He’s hoping that she wouldn’t mind him coming in earlier than expected, he parks on the otherside of the street and walks across to her house. He knocks three times and waits, he hears different voices conversing as they get closer to the door. The door swings open.

“I told you I’ll get the door, you worry too much!” The elephant says to the rest of the household behind him and turns around. Johnny freezes up, Meena’s grandfather, according to Meena, has always been kind of a hard head and pushy, so the nervousness of seeing the oldest elephant whenever he comes over is through the roof. When he turns around he looks down and see’s Johnny standing there, his face becomes bored and annoyed. “Oh, it’s you. Meena,” he starts to walk away, “it’s the Gorilla.” He calls out.

“Grandpa, be nice.” Meena scolds as he walks past her, when he’s out of sight Johnny relaxes, Meena turns towards Johnny and smiles. “Hey Johnny, I didn’t think you were coming over until later?” Meena asks.

“I, I um have to talk to you about something that happened.” He says nervously, looking up at Meena.

“Oh yeah, of course.” She says letting him in and closes the door behind him.

Meena had offered talking in her room, but feeling her grandfather burn holes into the back of his head after the question was asked, Johnny decided it was safer to just stay in the downstairs area instead. He followed Meena to the kitchen and watched as she began to bring out different mixing bowls and mixers, along with the ingredients needed for blueberry muffins.

“So,” Meena starts as she turns around to look at Johnny, who seems to be slumping a bit on the counter, “what did you want to talk about.”

“Well,” Johnny brings his hand to his neck, “I kind of called Rosita ‘Mum’ today.”

“Oh,” Meena stops, “and, what did she say.”

“I didn’t catch her response, I just got out of ‘here as fast as I could, I was so embarrassed.” Johnny groans out and covered his face with his hands.

“So you left, and you didn’t tell her where you were going?” Meena asks a little shocked.

“Oh, shit,” Johnny whispers to himself, “I didn’t.”

Meena looks at Johnny with a bit of disappointment, but looks back at everything in front of her and decides that he’s had a confusing enough day, that he didn’t need her scolding today.

“Come here and help.” She says over her shoulder to the gorilla, he looks at her for a moment before walking over, happy for the distraction.

Rosita has been mulling over what happened all day as she did her usual routine, although nothing was much of a distraction. Mom, a name she had gotten so used to, yet it still confused her to hear it. Maybe it was because it came from someone else’s mouth rather than her kids. She had a blank face on for most of the day while taking care of chores, except for the times for when she’d look at the clock and see what time it was, wondering and worrying even Johnny would be back. Soon the kids came home from school, they had dinner, then Norman came home, and it was getting late.

Meena sat on her bed watching Johnny pace around her room, Meena had finally convinced him that talking up stairs was a better idea due to her family wanting to be in her business all the time, but as Johnny followed her up he did happen to catch her grandfather’s death glare, which did not settle his nerves.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her? I think that’s the easiest solution.” Meena suggests, her eyes following Johnny.

“I don’t know, I just feel so awkward about it, why did i ‘ave to call ‘er mum in the first place.” Johnny sits down I. Meena’s desk chair and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

“Well, maybe because you think of her like that.” Johnny looks up confused, Meena continues. “Rositas been taking care of you and has been doing her ‘mom’ duty. This may sound personal, but did you know your mom?” Meena winces a bit at her question.

Johnny thinks a moment. “No, I’ve never met her.”

“Then Rositas taking place for her in your head, because of everything she’s done for you, make sense.” Meena states looking at Johnny waiting for his response.

“Yeah,” Johnny thinks back to all Rositas kindness, “yeah it does.” He smiles, but then checks his watch and almost jumps out his seat at seeing the time. “Oh shit, I’m late.” Johnny begins to grab his jacket and containers of muffins. “I’ll see ya later.” Johnny rushes out her bedroom door, before she could respond.

“See you-” Meena’s caught of by Johnny running back in and kissing her on the cheek.

“Thanks for everything.” Johnny smiles then rushes back out.

Meena sits there wide eyed and touches her cheek. “No problem.” She says to herself as she hears the door to the outside close and Johnny drive off.

It’s 11 o’clock, and Rosita sits at the kitchen table in her pajamas with a cup of coffee, that has gone cold sometime ago, in between her hands, she stares at her reflection, does she always look this tired.
Norman had told her that she should go to sleep and get some rest, he was a kid after all, who knows how long he’d be gone. Rosita refused though, what if he came home but lost his Keys or was hurt, she couldn’t just sleep thinking of that. Rosita nearly jumps when she hears a car pull into the driveway, she gets up immediately checking out the window to see it’s Johnny’s car. Not sure on what to do she just stands in the entry way waiting for Johnny to enter. She hears the keys jingle and the door opens slowly and lightly, she supposed as to not wake up anyone. Johnnys head pops in with the rest of his body as he turns to close the door trying to make it as quiet as possible with one hand, the other holds two containers, Rosita watches not making a sound. When Johnny turns around he nearly yelps, but jumps a bit at seeing Rosita standing there.

“Uh, hi,” he whispers, Rosita doesn’t say anything her arms crossed, “I made you guys blueberry muffins.” Johnny smiles a bit extending the containers out, he pulls them back in when she doesn’t respond.

“What time is it Johnny.” Rosita states more than asks.

“It’s eleven-”

“Eleven o’clock,” Rosita interrupts, “and I did not once get a call from you, nor any information as to where you were.” Her tone becoming strict, Johnny gulps. “For all I know you could’ve been lying face down in a ditch somewhere!” She whisper yells flinging her hands up in frustration. “You didn’t bring your phone with you, so when I tried calling you, your laundry was ringing! I need to be able to reach you, what if you get stuck somewhere and you need my help. Oh, that’s it,”Rosita stops short. “You’re grounded.” She says with a final tone.

“Grounded?” Johnny asks confused.

“Oh yeah buddy, 2 weeks, no 3.” Rosita points. “And just don’t think because you brought muffins you’re off the hook, no, you’re only allowed to go to practice and home, that and,” she’s cut off.

Johnny got to his knees and hugs Rosita, she’s not quite sure what to do, surprised by the sudden hug, Rosita stands there.

“Thank you for everything, you’ve been the best and only mum I’ve ever ‘ad.” Johnny squeeze sea her tighter.

Rosita begins to tear a bit, she hugs him back just as tightly. “I’m just glad that you’re happy.” She says.

“Am I not grounded anymore?” He asks, Rosita laughs a little bit.

“Not a chance.” Rosita smiles.

“Thought so.” Johnny whispers

“No problem.” She whispers back.

A Little Help (Daredevil X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Daredevil

Warnings: Mentions of being jumped, robbed and sexual mention, violence and guns

Request: If your requests are open, Can you do a daredevil fic where the reader is in trouble (maybe some dudes saw her walking alone) and she tried defending herself (maybe she has a gun buy its slapped out of her hand) and Matt hears her screams for help and immediately goes to save her? Maybe some angst and fluff? Love your blog so much!! ❤❤

Originally posted by wintersoulja

You knew your way around Hell’s Kitchen well, having being born and raised here. You therefor knew about the crime, gangs, and how darn dangerous it was. Because of this, you took extra measures to ensure that in case Daredevil couldn’t reach you, you stood a chance to survive and to get the person locked up. You always had a gun in the back of your pants or skirt, and could serve a knuckle sandwich that could make Gordon Ramsey jealous.

You had took the same route home from working with Matt and Foggy in their little office, you had convinced yourself it was the safest route ever in Hell’s Kitchen, and nothing bad could happen when you were walking from there and to home.

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Just; C.H. 15

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“So when are you going to tell me about your steamy night with Ashton?” I chuckle as I twirl around in my bedroom, Sherilyn occupying my bed as she skims through one of the many text books that had been littering around my room since exams started. Her eyes stay glued to the text littered along the worn out pages, but her cheeks are tinted a bright red hue, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to hide the stupid grin she’s sporting underneath.

I raise my eyebrow as I turn my head when she doesn’t say anything. “Okay then. Let me ask you this. Was it a one-night stand or is there more going on?” I hold to shirts in front of my body, Sherilyn motioning to one of them for the band-thing Calum asked me to go to with him tonight. I wasn’t even sure if it was a date or not, so I wanted to dress casual but not as casual that he would think that I didn’t care. It’s complicated.

“Well I – uh, I certainly hope he wants more.” Sherilyn blushes and I can’t help but let a sweet smile settle on my lips, dropping next to my friend on my stomach, chin resting on my flat hands. “Ash doesn’t seem like the type to – uh – have a road gig.” I shrug my shoulders, laughing at my choice of words almost immediately while Sherilyn blankly stares in my direction.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You got his number, right?” I wave my phone in her face, putting power to my words before dropping it back on the bed in its place. “He already texted me when he left with Calum.” I aww out loud, pinching my eyes closed as I poke my tongue out. This results in a push from my friend as she crawls off of my bed.
“At what time is Calum coming to pick you up?” I turn over to check my alarm clock mentally counting up to seven PM. “Little less than two hours.”

“Y/n, I have to admit it to you..” Sherilyn starts and I hum, silently asking her to continue and raise to my feet to gather my stuff for a nice, relaxing hot shower.
“Now I know why you were so reluctant. Why you were so, weary, and … I don’t know overall confused and reserved in the last few days, maybe even weeks. But, you see that Cal and you are heading in the right direction, right? You’re even going on a date.”

I shake my head almost motionless, sitting down at the seat in front of my vanity as I open my mouth a few times. “I don’t think this is a date, Sher. We agreed to try and become just friends. Anything else that has happened, I just – I think he thinks of them as mistakes because they’re never spoken of again. Or maybe like a small benefit.”

“You’re so blind, Y/n. You always have been.” I can’t help but to roll my eyes at her small words. Throughout the years of our friendship she had spoken the same words to me over and over again.
“No I’m not. I’m a realist. He has a horde of girls to choose from. If I were him, I wouldn’t want to settle down with a random girl either.”

“Ever heard of that one girl changing the whole guy’s perspective?” Sherilyn breathes, her hand gently rubbing along her forehead as she stands in the middle of my room, coat draped over her arm.
“Sweetheart, I told you to stop reading those romance novels before your image of love is permanently fucked.” I’m dismissed with a wave and Sherilyn disappears through my doorway, the wooden rectangle slowly clicking into place as the door shuts.

“You still haven’t told me all the steaminess!” I yell after my already disappeared friend and I can hear something that resembles a ‘fuck you’ chime through our narrow hallways, my body shaking with a chuckle as I turn my body back to the mirror.


Calum was actually early to our meet up. Linda kept eyeing him from her spot, leaning against the kitchen island while I shoved my belongings into my purse. A few wolf whistles ensued and I dragged Calum out of the house with the bright red blush on my lips.

I hadn’t seen Calum as the type to go and enjoy local rock bands, but I was impressed. The night was filled with banter, dancing to music and plastic cups filled with cheap beer. After an hour long talk about music, where I had learned music meant a lot to Calum due to family issues when he was younger. Music was his getaway.

The ride back to my frat was calm, with a comforting silence filling the small space. His fingers tapped along to the melody resonating from the radio at low volume. I grin brightly as he stops at the sidewalk and turn to him. “Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

“Wait. Let me walk you to your door.” Calum rushes as I step out of his car, jogging over to the other side where I’m awkwardly waiting.

“What a cliché you’re being right now.” I chuckle, patting his chest as he stupidly grins at me, walking up beside me to ‘escort’ me to my front door.

“I enjoyed myself Cal, thanks. I’m glad I tagged along.” I smile as I lean against my door, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch his grin grow with each passing word. “It’s one of my favourite bands. I wanted to share that with you.” I desperately want to touch him. Lay my hand on his chest, form a fist with his shirt and pull him in to press our lips together.

Instead, I give him a shy grin, fingers fumbling with the hem of my shirt put keeping my gaze upon his. It might have been that we’d been staring at each other for mere seconds or full minutes before he leans towards me, my eyes fluttered closed as I feel his warm lips brush against mine.

“I’ll call you later.” Calum breathes as he pulls away, small smile on his lips as his eyes flick from mine to my lips. He steps away and makes his way to his still running car, his head turning once more, a wave following before he gets in and drives off. I stay standing in the same spot until he’s gone, slowly stepping inside, thankful for the eerie, quiet atmosphere. His words leave a sour aftertaste to a mind blowing night.


“Good morning sleeping beauty. Tell me all about your night.” Linda grins as she shoves a cup of coffee towards me. My mouth feels dry, my eyes drooping as I sit down in front of Sherilyn and Linda, my hands absentmindedly cupping the hot cup as I let my eyelids slip closed again.
“What are you doing here?” I breathe, hoping Sherilyn knows I’m speaking towards her. She mumbles something in return but I don’t have the energy to speak up again and ask her what it was.

“So? How was it?”

“Well it was a nice evening, Calum really prepared himself. You really get to know someone through their music taste.” I smile, keeping the cup floating in the air as I take small sips of the hot liquid. “So it was a date?” Sherilyn grins and I visibly roll my eyes, catching Linda’s gaze as she raises her eyebrows in anticipation.

“I haven’t told you the worst part yet.” I ignore the question and both girls’ features show confusion as they await my next words. “I’ll call you later.”
“Oh my god!”

Both shriek out almost immediately and I can’t help but let a breathless, humourless chuckle leave my lips as I nod my head along to their mumbled out no’s. It stays quiet for a while, and within this time, I can feel the emotions I had felt yesterday bubble up again. First comes anger, not sure if it’s directed towards him or myself for forgetting what type of person he was – secondly, a tightening, confused feeling because I honestly believed we were going in a good direction, whatever that direction might be. And at last, complete devastation.

“Are you alright?” Linda questions as she lets her hand rest on mine, squeezing it slowly and tenderly as both girls smile sympathetically my way. “Probably. I mean it was just one date, right?”
“So it was a date?” Sherilyn questions again and I’m so sick of these questions, I don’t even know why it would matter if I went on a date with Calum or not.

“I don’t know, we’re friends I don’t know how he feels, Sher.” I kind of bark her way and I receive an immediate frown before it dissipates. I let a breath slip past my lips and Sher starts fumbling with my hands. “Then you’re not going to like why I’m here.”

I raise my gaze to let it wander over one of my best friends when I see what she’s wearing. “You’re going to the beach?”
We’re going to the beach. Ashton called this morning, the boys wanna head down. Calum called you a few times but you didn’t answer. He thought you were ignoring him.”

I slip my phone out of my pyjama pocket, eyeing the device under the table as I see 4 missed calls and a text message. “Ah, I see. I was asleep.” My heart flutters at the missed calls and I can feel the sour taste dissipate but keep my face stoic. He may have kept his promise, but I couldn’t shake the feeling.
“You realize you slept until past noon, right?” Linda laughs and my head snaps towards the clock above our stove, my eyes widening in realization. “I was shit tired last night.”

“And you could be a bit more excited about Calum indeed calling you.” Sherilyn points out as she pulls me up straight, winking to Linda as she starts guiding me towards my bedroom.
“Who says it was Calum who wanted me there in the first place?” I receive a slap to the back of my head and I know I should stay quiet about my insecurities for now. I couldn’t help but be cautious. If four words – technically five – could have me riled up and make me go through such an emotional roller coaster, who knows what I’m still in for.

No but seriously can you imagine Harry and Ginny married because they’re best friends like they’d have sleepovers and stay up till 5 in the morning crying and telling each other all of their secrets and every painful memory but also laughing so hard they can’t breath and also making out and can you imagine how cute and my babies

You Gotta Be Kidding Me (Part Two)


Hey there, can you please do a crossover with supernatural and criminal minds where the reader is Sam and Dean’s sister and is dating Reid and Sam and Dean don’t think Reid is good enough for their sister, that is until Reid saves their asses from a supernatural beast. The brothers then find out that the reader told Spencer everything about her past when she had to save Spencer from a vampire on one of their dates together and that the reader trained him to recognize and hunt the supernatural.

@your-not-invisible-to-me  @sonicscrewdriverandtulips


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gooood morning, lovelies ✨

i hope you all had a good night’s rest (or about to head off to do so, haha)!! welcome to all my new friends, thanks so much for following me and i hope you enjoy my blog as much as i do 💕

just wanted to start my morning off by telling you all that thanks to the overwhelming support, @a-lions-roar and i have started working on the agere positive with blog! 😊we’re both very excited for it, and hopefully it should be open to you all very soon!

Originally posted by incineerate

What If...

steven j. mcgarrett actually adopted nahele? how would it happen? what are the circumstances? i have some ideas.

there’s the obvious canonical option of nahele’s dad going to jail again and nahele being left without a guardian. that would be the way to do it, right?

but what if that weren’t a thing?

how about steve, upon seeing how good nahele is doing but also sees him struggling in ways that no kid, previously homeless or not, should, invites nahele to live with him on the condition that he keeps his job and stays in school. nahele has his own room for the first time in forever, has privacy and real, home cooked meals, and steve takes to being a guardian like he’s always had kids to look after. one day, months into their arrangement, nahele comes home and tells steve all about how he SLAYED the competition at the science fair and steve pulls him in for a hug and murmurs, “proud of you, son.” and nahele is like… “i could be.” and steve smiles, pulls him back in and says “yeah, yeah you could.”

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Booty clap story

Aight so my grandfather was a 94 year old indian man, hella stubborn and strong.
I was around 17-18 when he would walk down the hall of our house past my room in the mornings. And every morning he would pass gas louder than a man getting his balls crushed by a hammer could scream. So pretty fucking loud.

That isnt what woke me up every morning though. What fucking woke me up was hearing his goddamn buttcheeks majestically flap back and forth like a it was giving applause to the world at 6am. They would fucking flap everytime he farted, i knew it was his fuckinh asscheeks doing it because his farts lasted records up to 5 minutes (ive timed before).

Eventually i just gave up sleep and would wake up early telling my parents i was awaken by the booty clap every morning.

I tell all my students this story whenever i teach muscles because it explains what happens when our ass muscles atrophy from disuse and old age. They literally just become flapjacks.

Winter Break: Part Three

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Anthony Mackie( more to be added)

Word Count: 1,188 words

Warnings: Swearing in French and German(?)

A/N: hey guys, this part is sorta a slow part but bear with me. hope you’re enjoying and PLEASE give feedback. (:

Originally posted by dailytomholland

“Anthony!” you grin when you see the man leaning against the hood of a rental car in the airport’s parking garage.

“Hey there, Little Stan,” he greets you, pulling you into his arms and patting your shoulders. “I think it’s past your bedtime.”

“I think it’s past everyone’s bed time,” Chris says, and Seb yawns.

“We have tomorrow off though, right?” he asks as he takes your suitcase from you and loads into the back of the car.

“You mean today?” Anthony replies sarcastically, getting into the driver’s seat. “Yeah, we do.”

You get into the back behind him on the left side, and Chris and Sebastian soon follow. You pull the jacket Damon had given to you in your carryon backpack out, and put it on before nestling against the window. Sebastian leans against you, head on your shoulder. Anthony starts the car’s engine, and cool air that only makes you colder blasts on your legs, and you shiver.

“Put the heat on,” you complain.

“I’m working on it, LS,” Anthony waves his hand at you, and Chris reaches over him to turn the settings over to heat.

Anthony pulls the car out of the lot, and you look upwards at the morning sky. The sun was rising in the far off distance, so already some of the constellations were disappearing with the inky blackness of the sky. The early morning workers drove alongside you on the road as Anthony took the rental vehicle onto the highway, and the cars sped up or were left behind you.

“The hotel is about ten minutes away,” Chris says to break the silence in the car.
“It’s called the Steigenberger Grandhotel,” Mackie adds, “and it’s pretty damn cool. You’ll like it, Little Stan.”

You hum as a reply, and rest your head against the cool glass. Sebastian is already asleep on your shoulder, and you can hear the beginnings of his soft snores in your ear.

“How long have you guys been here?” you ask quietly.

“I just got here this morning,” Chris tells you. “I slept all day though.”

“I’ve been here since Saturday,” Mackie answers after Chris. “You wouldn’t believe the actual embodiment of hyper I sat with on the plane.”

“Was it a little kid?” you question as you yawn.

“No,” Mackie shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. “It was Tom Holland, the teenage kid playing Spider-Man for this movie.”

“Cool,” you say, because you literally have no idea who this person is.

“Yeah,” Mackie nods, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. “He’s a monster.”

You smile faintly, and watch the highway zoom by, counting the seconds between one lamp post to another until the car was taking an exit off, and the road turned into a street. Restaurants and tourist trap looking shops lined the sides of the street, and tons of German words and phrases lit up in LED lights catch your attention. A four year course in foreign languages, in addition to six years of Forest at your side, comes back to you.

Ahead, you read a sign showing a speed limit mark and then remember you had to tell Damon when you landed. Trying not to wake Sebastian, you wriggle around before you take your phone out of your back pocket and open the text messaging app. You just simply say landed, before turning your phone back off and leaving it to rest in your lap.

“Nearly there,” Mackie announces.

True to his word, only a few moments pass until Mackie is pulling into a large parking lot and cruising down the lanes to find a spot to park in. Eventually, he settles on place a distance away from the front of the building, and you shake Sebastian’s shoulder.

“We’re here Seb,” you say softly, and when he doesn’t stir, you blow sharply in his ear.

Your brother jerks, eyes wide open and you laugh as he wipes at his ear. His eyes meet yours, and when he realizes what you must have done to him, he glares and flicks your cheek.

“Ow,” you pout, rubbing your face, and Sebastian only sticks his tongue out at you.

“Come on, liebchen,” Chris teases, and you open the car door, stepping out.

“Nice German, Captain,” you say to him, “but I’m not your sweetheart.”

Mackie lets out a short belt of laughter, and Seb lets out a tired snort while Chris looks at you, confused.

“What did I say?” he questions.

Liebchen means sweetheart,” you chuckle, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “I think you were trying to go for kinder, which means children.”

Chris shrugs, and takes your suitcase from you. “Same difference.”

You smile and shake your head, but don’t argue.

The chilly air holds tightly onto you, desperately trying to force a shiver out of you, but you make it into the hotel’s lobby before your teeth begin to chatter.

You’re looking up at the beautiful decorations in the lobby when a body collides with yours, and you yelp, stumbling. For a quick moment, you think you’re going to fall to the ground and you get ready to throw your hands out in front of you, until someone grabs your shoulders, pulling you back upright.

“I’m so sorry,” the extremely young looking man apologizes instantaneously, his thick British accent making his words sound utterly out of place in Germany. His hands are still on both of your shoulders, his fingers digging into your clothes and pinching your skin.

“It’s okay,” you scramble to say, and his eyes search your face for only a moment before Mackie speaks up.

“Tom, what have I told you about running and not watching where you’re going?” Anthony scolds him.

Tom, who still has yet to let go of you, blushes. “Sorry.”

“(Y/N),” Chris says. “This is Tom Holland, one of the cast members.”

You tap Tom’s hands, and he flushes a deeper crimson as he takes his hands from your shoulders and returns them to his side.

“Nice to meet you,” you tell Tom, and he gives you an embarrassed smile.

“Tom, this is Seabass’s younger sister,” Mackie adds on, and you smile thinly.

“Awesome,” Tom beams, too bright of an expression for this early in the morning. You take a moment to look more closely at him and realize that he’s wearing a sweater and a pair of gym shorts, white Apple earbuds sticking out of his front pocket. “Do you guys need any help with your bags?”

“Nah, we’ve got it,” Sebastian tells him, offering him a grateful look.

“Well, I’m going to go on my run,” Tom decides, gesturing to his phone that he’s taken out of his pocket with an unfamiliar album cover on the screen. “See you later guys. It was lovely meeting you, (Y/N). Sorry for bumping into you.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, watching as him as he navigates his way around you, Mackie, Seb, and Chris, and slip out the front doors of the lobby.

“Quit staring after him,” Mackie says, and you jump, not realizing you had indeed been watching the door Tom had left through longer than you should have.

“I’m not staring after him,” you mutter turning a shade of pink, and pull the sleeves on Damon’s jacket down farther on your wrists. “Can we just get our rooms so Sebastian and I can go to sleep?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Mackie bobs his head back and forth sarcastically. “So impatient, just like your brother.”

“It probably runs in the family,” Chris chuckles.

I Got You (EXO; Kyungsoo)

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Groaning, I roll over onto my side. “Who the fuck are you and where do you wanna meet to fight me?”

“Hello to you too.”

I take a deep steadying breath. “Kim Jongdae, if you are calling for any other reason other than you are fucking near death, I will throw you in the Han River.”

“See? You do spend a lot of time with him. How can you not see it?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I glance at the time on the phone. “And why the hell are you calling me at 3 in the morning?” I demand.

“Because, you dolt, Kyungsoo called me again and I need to tell you something before I lose my damn mind.”

The mention of Kyungsoo’s name quiets me down a little. “What about Soo? Is he alright? What’s going on?”

“You know, he’s really sensitive.”


“Kyungsoo? He’s a sensitive little soul. Even if he makes threats like cutting off my limbs and throwing them one by one into the River.”

“Yeah, well I can see why he would make threats like that if you think calling at such an hour is acceptable.”

“Can you perk up for me a little? Because I’m not sure how you’re going to react to this.”

I mumble curse words under my breath as I stretch over to turn a light on. Then I push myself up into sitting. “There, I’m up. Now what the hell—”

“Kyungsoo is in love with you.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Jongdae?”

“Let me finish. He’s been in love with you, for I don’t know, fucking ages, but has never had the guts to do anything about it. So he just walks around trying to make you happy. And you need to dump that douchebag you’re dating now… Kim Seokjin?” I can already picture Kyungsoo’s best friend shivering at the name. “Don’t date someone with the same last name as me. It’s weird. And he’s a douche.”

“How do you even know that? You’ve never met him.”

“Because he’s not Kyungsoo. You’re actually the douche bag for not noticing his true feelings, but I’ll project the douchebagness onto your ex-boyfriend.”

I gasp. “Kim Jongdae! I am still dating him.”

“It’s not as if you like him.”

“And where the hell did you get that idea from?”

“You know, you cuss a lot when you’re angry.” I hiss through my teeth and he must hear the venom in it, because he goes on. “Look, if I have to listen to Kyungsoo moan over you near tears, I’ll come over to your place and kick your ass.” As an afterthought, he adds, “I mean you could probably kick my ass, you’re the girl that Kyungsoo’s in love with after all, but still. The intent is there.”

“You will kick my ass with good intentions?” I ask, my eyebrows raised in amusement. “Are you punking me, Dae? Because I’m not in the mood at 3 in the morning.”

“No, I’m not punking you, pabo!” he yells. “I would never joke about Kyungsoo’s feelings like this. They are real and they are valid and they have been there longer than you’ve been dating Mr. Douchebag. So please, do the boy a favour and make his life.”

“Where’s the proof, Jongdae?”

Jongdae goes quiet in disbelief? Tiredness? Death?

“Are you serious?” It was the first one. “You want proo—I’ll give you fucking proof. When you were about this close to failing that calculus class in first year, who pulled through for you?”

“He was being a good friend.”

“I am his best friend and he never did anything of the like for me and we were failing the exact same class.” Jongdae comes up with another one. “How about when Mr. Asshole broke your heart in second year? Who brought you flowers and made you food and encouraged you to go looking when you were ready?”

I shake my head, refusing to believe this. “No. Dae, he’s a good friend. Kyungsoo loves me like a friend and I… I do too.”

“You hesitated!”

“Shut the hell up, Kim Jongdae.”

“You don’t scare me over the phone,” he lies. “But he’s madly in love with you. Cut the guy some slack and just tell him how you feel.”

“Did you forget Jin?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention? I saw that guy macking with some other dude on my floor.”

“You saw what, where, with who?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember who the guy was, but I remember breaking up with Jin on your behalf and promised to tell you for him.”

Well that explains why that asshole never showed up for dinner tonight.

“You didn’t think to fucking tell me this before my dinner date? I waited there for an hour, Jongdae.”

Yes,” he enunciates. “You don’t think Kyungsoo told me? I had to listen to him recount how nice your hair looks and how his heart breaks over—”


“I’m not screwing with you,” he says in a quiet voice. “You don’t know how Kyungsoo talks about you. Like you’re the sun and the moon and all the stars.”

“You know…”

“I know that guys have been complete asshats to you in the past and trust me, Jongin, Chanyeol, and I have fought for your honour each time because Kyungsoo sort of asks us to in his weird way. So come on, the one guy who has literally stuck by you through every single one is still there and waiting for you to notice him.”

It doesn’t take much more of Jongdae’s smooth talking to get me out of bed, in one of Kyungsoo’s hoodies, and straight out the door of my apartment. It’s a five minute walk from my place to Kyungsoo’s and I watch the ground move below me as I go. The ghost hour’s breeze blows softly around me, wafting the smell of Kyungsoo’s sweater to me. It’s familiar and I wonder…

There are a lot of things to wonder about and I wonder about only a quarter of them until I’ve found myself at Kyungsoo’s front door. I used the key to get through the lobby entrance, but it doesn’t exactly feel right to just bust through his apartment like this.

So I knock.

But he doesn’t answer.

And I knock again.

When I knock for a third time and he still doesn’t answer, I get worried. So I unlock the apartment door. There’s one light on in the living room.

As I wander over, careful not to make any noise in case he’s asleep, I’m greeted by a slightly flushed Kyungsoo with a soju bottle in his hand. Forgoing the shot glass on the table, he just takes swigs out of the bottle.


His eyes snap up to me and he almost loses his grip on the bottle.

“O-oh my god, what are you doing here?”

Upon closer inspection, I notice that the bottle has only just been broken into and that his eyes are red rimmed.

“Soo, were you… crying?”

Kyungsoo swipes at his cheeks, as if that’s how I came to that conclusion. But his cheeks are dry. “No.”

“Uh huh…”

“What are you doing here?” he repeats.

“Dae called me.”

Kyungsoo’s already wide eyes widen even further. “W-what did he say to you?”

“That you…” God, words are really failing me right now. So I point to him and then I point to me and I bury my face into the top of his sweater. “He told me that you’ve been… you’ve been…”

“Fuck Jongdae,” I hear him mutter.


“I didn’t want you to…” He puts the soju bottle down, because it makes his shaking hands very obvious. He doesn’t seem to like to look up at me while we have this conversation, so he gets to his feet. “I didn’t… shit.”

“You… what?” I ask, confused.

“No, not… fucking hell, there was no warning.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m here at 3:30 in the morning. I get it.”

My reply gets him to crack a small, if not nervous, smile. “Why did you come?”

“I just… I don’t know. I guess I needed to hear it from you? It’s a little surreal. Because yesterday I had a boyfriend and now Jongdae tells me that I don’t.”

“Oh my… did that asshole actually break up with your boyfriend for you?”

“Something about how he fights for my honour,” I reply.

Kyungsoo tips his head back in annoyance, and in that moment, I find my eyes falling to his Adam’s apple. And how much I wouldn’t mind kissing it.

Well that’s a thought I haven’t had in a while.

“God, you should’ve ignored him.”

“Hard to do that when he’s shouting at you to come see you, Soo.”

“Fine, fuck, I love you. Yes. I do. And it’s stupid and selfish and ill-timed and totally not what you need right now and I should—”

“Shut up.”

Kyungsoo blinks in surprise. “Huh?”

“Shut up,” I repeat. “You should shut up. It’s not stupid or selfish and I don’t know…” I shrug, losing my hands in the armholes of Kyungsoo’s sweater. “You were always kinda what I needed.”

His jaw drops.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“There was never a good time,” he admits.

I run a hand through my hair. His eyes watch me as I do it, so I reach for his hand and bring it to my cheek. Without even really thinking about it, his fingers run through the hair on the side of my face.

Then he realizes what he’s doing and takes his hand back.

Sighing, I step towards him. “Look, I know that I’m an oblivious fuck, but come on, Kyungsoo. Work with me here? I know this moment will never be perfect, but—”

Kyungsoo closes the distance between us, his hands finding their way into my hair, and his lips already knowing exactly what to do. He’s soft and warm and smells exactly how he always does. His lips taste like alcohol and his kiss is dizzying, so I feel a little off balance when he pulls away.

“The moment was perfect.”

“Can we sleep then? Jongdae still woke me up at 3 in the morning to tell me all this and I have class in the morning.”

Kyungsoo chuckles and tugs me towards the bedroom. “You’re really going to talk about school when I finally got you?”


Kyungsoo shakes his head as he takes a seat on the bed. He pulls me between his legs, his hands resting lazily on my hips. I run a hand through his dark hair and smile when he leans into my palm.

“You realize it’s my birthday today?” he murmurs.

My eyes widen. “Oh shit. I—” I had forgotten his birthday between the whirlwind of tests and projects.

He guides my head down to his lips again. “And I got you as a present. So don’t talk about school around me today.”

I laugh against his lips. “Fine, Soo. I’m sorry.”

“Sleep now?”

I hum in response and fall asleep with his skin under my palm, his heartbeat thrumming steadily.

The Kids Are Alright (Part 3)

Originally posted by daily-obrien

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: Here is part 3! This is unedited, hot off the presses. Also, I’m just not sure about this part, so I’m sorry if it kinda sucks. Let me know what you think! As always, enjoy :)

Warnings: Fluff; child-speak

Tags: @peace-full-mind, @justdreamstars, @storytelling-reader (it won’t let me tag for some reason, dear), @echorhinozap, @emmiluisa, @batmanbreeann

Part 1, Part 2


“Mommy, are you ready yet?” Henry asked for what I swear was the hundredth time. I chuckled, capping my mascara before doing one last check.

“Almost, baby,” I assured. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to play with Lily. I promise.” Seemingly satisfied, Henry took off toward the living room. I reached for my concealer to touch a few spots up when my phone went off, catching my attention.

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